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Going To Disney With The Avengers Gang™ | Planning The Trip

Part One of my "Going To Disney With The Avengers Gang™" headcanon series

Includes: (The Whole Gang) Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Vision, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson

Word Count: 3.9k

Relationships: The Avengers x F!Reader, Ambiguous; just how we like it ;)

Going To Disney With The Avengers Gang™ Master List

→The whole idea starts when the team is lounging at the compound doing regular™ team things

→A.K.A Wanda, y/n, Pietro, and Vision are in a pile on one of the couches cuddling, Clint and Nat are across the room playing pool, Bucky is making ramen in the kitchen, Steve is trying to convince Bucky to add an egg or something for more protein, Bruce and Stephen are talking neuroscience and bickering over techniques of spinal fluid something, Thor and Loki are fighting over the remote before Loki finally rolls his eyes and picks up the book y/n had left on the coffee table, Sam is asleep on the floor, and Tony is just tired

→In the madness though he picks up on the conversation happening between the four people on the couch

→“You’ve never been to Disney World?”

→Three rounds of “no” “nope” “I’ve only had a body for a year, y/n. When would I have gone to Disney World?”

→”Okay, yeah, good point, Vis. But y’all would love it. I haven’t been since high school but I want to go again so bad. We need a vacation.”

→Tony doesn’t even stick around to hear the rest, he’s already walking away while speaking to FRIDAY, telling her start pulling up the Disney site and analyzing it, disappearing to his lab and using all of his monitors to compare the resorts and try to decide where to stay that everyone would like (and where they would all fit because there’s too many of them)

→It doesn’t take him long to realize they’re going to need large accommodations

→Bruce is the first to notice that he’s gone, sneaking into the lab and scaring the hell out of Tony

→“Whatcha’ doing?”

→“Ah shit-- Bruce! How are you so quiet?”

→And then he points to the seven open listings on the monitors and explains that the team needs a break and that he heard y/n talking about Disney World and that he wants to surprise the team-- Bruce agrees immediately (the man is always in need of relaxation)-- and that’s how the team’s geek squad ends up playing Disney Dad #1 and Disney Dad #2 and planning the most extravagant vacation in less than three hours

→They have it down to a science after the first twenty minutes-- dividing what needs to be done and tackling it individually while bouncing ideas off one another

→“Do you think they want to eat at Beauty and The Beast Castle or Ariel’s Grotto the second night?” “I’m not sure-- book them both.” “Tony we can’t--” “FRIDAY, book them both.” “You got it Mr. Stark.”

→There’s a lot of Bruce wondering if what they’re booking is too expensive and even more of Tony reminding him that he’s a literal billionaire and that he could buy the Disney company if he wanted to-- that still doesn’t stop Bruce from suggesting more frugal methods from time to time-- it only makes Tony want to spend even more money because you need to lighten up, Banner

→The next person who realizes Tony and Bruce are gone is-- surprisingly-- Sam

→Honestly it’s only because he has to pass Tony’s lab on the way back from his room and he sticks his head in to tell them that “Romanoff and Barton ordered pizza if y’all want any… holy crap is that Disney World? Are we going to Dis--”

→Tony literally grabs him by the collar and tells him to hush it, birdman before pulling him into the room and explaining his plans for the second time-- “Yes, we are going to Disney World and I want it to be a surprise.”

→Sam just nods, his eyes on the screen and his brows beginning to push down and-- “Okay but why are you booking dinner at Mickey’s Backyard Barbecue on the same day that you have fast passes for World of Color at Epcot?”

→And Tony and Bruce blink and are just like “What?”

→And Sam is already at the computer, fingers stuttering over the weird ass hoverscreens while pulling up the page which shows that the World of Color has a whole ass dining experience-- Tony and Bruce have no clue that was even a thing-- and suddenly Sam is the one telling them what to plan because, as it turns out, this man loves Disney World and has been upwards of thirteen times and knows it inside and out

→Thank gods for Sam because these two Disney Dads™ were really shooting blindly into the abyss of trip planning without ever having gone to Disney World-- he has to shift around fast passes, dining reservations, water park tickets, and even the family portrait session that Tony demanded Bruce add

→He shows them all the things they don’t even think to plan-- firework shows, dessert parties, literally all of Downtown Disney-- Tony wants to be mad but he’s too busy picking his jaw up off the floor when Sam manages to book them for an After Dark Party in Magic Kingdom

→Bruce gets so excited when Sam tells him that’s a thing that he almost gives the plan away when Natasha comes rushing to see what all the noise is (it’s Banner jumping up and down like a toddler) -- he has to rush to the doorway, make up a lie about him dropping a piece of equipment, and then walk her back to the common area and play a round of pool with her to keep her questions at bay

→It’s all fine because Sam puts the final touches on the plan and has Tony give the order for FRIDAY to book it all and then it’s ready to tell the team

→They sneak back into the common area, it’s nine pm and everyone just looks so worn out

→Stephen is literally half way to snoring, legs curled under him on the love seat, doing that thing people do when they’re falling asleep and their head slumps and then they spring back awake, repeating the process an embarrassing amount of times but nobody’s even paying attention

→Steve and Bucky are talking quietly in the corners about whether or not they should just go to sleep because it’s Thursday and there’s really no point in staying up any longer

→Clint and Thor are sharing a bag of popcorn and half watching John Wick while discussing the inaccuracies of the movie-- “If he had a bow none of this would have happened.” “Or a hammer.” “Yeah, that too.”

→Yeah, they’re exhausted, and it makes the Disney Dads™ and Sam that much more excited to share the news

→Sam’s twiddling his hands behind his back and sharing smiles with Banner who’s trying to keep his excitement at bay and Tony is rolling his eyes but smiling too and for a moment nobody notices their cheshire grins and nervous foot tapping until finally y/n lifts her head from Pietro’s chest-- who complains at the action and lifts his head too-- and lazily asks

→“Tones, what on earth are you smiling about?”

→And the man opens his mouth but before he can even get the words out Bruce and Sam are already jumping up and down again and screaming “We’re going to Disney World!”

→And the room goes dead silent for three beats-- one, two, three-- and it feels like a million seconds and Tony’s face is dropping slowly and he’s ready to be like sike and then she jumps up, literally stepping on Pietro’s stomach, hurtling the back of the couch like a damn track star and rushing the man at full force, flinging herself at him and jumping into his arms and there are tears streaming down her face and she’s screaming

→“Tony you didn’t! Oh my gods you didn’t! You’re lying oh my god no! Are you serious?”

→And he’s nodding but he still can’t get a word in edgewise because she’s still rambling-- “You heard me oh my gods! You heard me and you did it! Tony that’s insane and reckless and oh my god I love you! Are we actually going? This isn’t a trick? Please don’t let this be a trick!”

→And he just laughs and spins her around and tells her that no, this isn’t a trick I’m not the mischief god here and Loki rolls his eyes but he’s also kind of excited despite the frown on his face

→They’re all excited

→Pietro and Wanda and screaming with Sam, slapping each other and just full on freaking out like children, incoherent and happy and raring to just go already

→In turn this wakes Stephen up who hears the madness and jumps up, on edge and ready to literally fight before he realizes what’s going on and calmly sits back down, nodding his head but not speaking because if this literal grown man opens his mouth he knows he’s going to freak out too because holy shit Disney World-- even sorcerers like Disney!

→Steve and Bucky are kind of confused-- they just barely remember Snow White when it came out but Disney World? They made a-- what is it? A theme park? Regardless they’re excited, ready to break the old men lull they’ve fallen into-- Bucky hears y/n ask if Tony booked water park tickets and gets super excited

→Vision is also confused but he sees everyone getting turnt over Disney World and decides that he is also excited-- Wanda momentarily stops being hyped up to ask him if he’s waterproof in which he goes into explicit detail about how yes, he is and he’ll show her if she’d like and she has to slap her hands over his mouth and tell him to hush

→Thor and Clint also turn into children but they’re the run around the room yelling types as opposed to the stand in a circle and scream types-- the gang is apparently just like fifteen children who barely manage to get things done apparently because they’re all hyped as fuck

→Clint sprints over to Nat whose hands are already up, ready to fight the man off because she knows what’s coming, but he’s too fast and too happy and uses all his assassin training to dodge her kick, grabbing her around the waist and spinning her around until she’s giggling and slapping his back

→“Natty we’re going to fucking Disney World!”

→“I know you lug, I heard Stark too. Let me down!”

→He doesn’t-- he just shakes her harder, cheering with the rest of them

→Thor slumps down next to his brother, nudging his shoulder-- “Migardians are strange”-- and Loki nods but pulls out his phone and starts looking up what’s actually at Disney World and-- “Look, brother, our home… wait is that us?”-- and the brothers get sucked into a rabbit hole of the Norwegian pavilion and whatever the hell the Frozen ride is and why their pictures are there

→It takes thirty minutes for everyone to calm down enough for them to actually have a conversation about what on earth Tony and Bruce and Sam did-- it takes another ten minutes after that for Stephen to finally break through the chatter to ask the most important question-- “Guys, seriously. You can ask about the plans after. The main question here is when are we going.”

→And Tony glances at Bruce and shrugs and is like “Tomorrow.”

→And they all erupt again-- y/n and Wanda because they have to pack and Stephen because normal people don’t just up and go on Vacation, you’re supposed to make time and Clint and Pietro because holy shit we’re going to Disney tomorrow!-- but Tony just brushes the worry off and reminds them-- again-- that they’re superheroes and that he’s a billionaire and that they can go on vacation whenever they damn want

→Cue fifteen more minutes of freaking out and y/n tackling Tony and then tackling Bruce and then, finally, tackling Sam who scoops her up and all but tosses her in the air before thanking her profusely for putting the idea in Tony’s brain

→They spend the next few minutes fangirling together-- Sam raves about all the food he’s going to eat-- Mickey bars, corn dogs, pretzels, those huge turkey legs-- and y/n talks about how she wants to get all the autographs she can-- especially Goofy and Pluto-- and then Sam mentions the After Dark Party and, like Bruce, she freaks out

→Finally Wanda has to split them up, grabbing y/n with one hand and hauling her over to the other redhead who’s still being held hostage by the resident archer and grabbing Nat with the other-- when Clint protests she curls her fingers, warning him with a pinch of red magic, and he holds his hands up, backing away slowly but telling Nat she’d better come see him before they leave

→On the way out Steve asks where they’re going and Wanda almost threatens him too until Nat tells him they’re going to pack for tomorrow-- he then turns to Bucky and reiterates the idea to a less than enthusiastic super soldier who tries to argue that I can pack in the morning but Steve just isn’t having it-- it takes five minutes but finally Buck agrees (but only after Steve says Bucky can just throw his stuff in his bag)

→The girls spend the rest of the night giggling and packing, holding up dresses and putting them down, shoving things in each other's bags and dancing to a playlist of oldies from Wanda’s phone-- Nat is the most boring packer but after some threats to get resident archer involved she gets her act together

→Pietro comes in when he’s done and Wanda scoffs at what he has packed but he only shrugs, slumping on y/n’s bed and giving her grabby hands until she rejoins him

→“But Pietro what if I forget something?”

→“You worry too much-- can’t Stange make portals?” He has a point

→What they all pack:

→Tony: Suits and graphic t-shirts. He’s either rolling up to Disney World in a Metallica t-shirt or a full three piece suit there’s no inbetween. He’s really not concerned about packing-- he can just buy whatever he needs there. After a text from y/n though he throws in a few pairs of shorts that he didn't even know he owned and his M.I.T. hoodie. He tops it off with a few gadgets he thinks he might need-- FRIDAY’s chip and some nanotech-- and he’s good to go. Billionaires don’t need to pack.

→Steve: Clothes and toiletries. Boring, basic, forgets swim trunks until he sees Bucky put his swim trunks and nothing else into Steve’s bag. That’s how he remembers most things actually; by looking at what Bucky doesn’t put into the bag. Along the way he suggests what the super soldier might want to pack while adding a few extra of his own just in case. After thinking about it for a few minutes he adds two books-- one for each of them. He also adds some tools-- a screwdriver and some pliers-- in case Bucky’s arm starts acting up. He’s sure Stark will have something but in case he doesn't, those will hold it over.

→Bucky: Swim trunks. And, when Steve begs, he grumbles and adds a few button downs and henleys. He also sneaks in a few knives, burying them in the henleys. He watches Steve pack for him though and leaves it at that-- what’s the point of packing when the super soldier can just do it for him? He’s not stupid-- he’s tired and Steve is fussy. He’ll have what he needs and if he doesn’t then he’ll just make y/n go swimming with him. Then he won’t need anything. Easy peasy.

→Nat: She’s the most level headed packer of the bunch, spare maybe Bruce and Sam. She Packs what she’ll need-- not too much and not too little. If anything she packs too many of Clint’s hoodies (three). Part of that, though, is her knowing that he’s probably going to forget one. She packs her normal toiletries, making sure to add an extra stick of deodorant and a bottle of Wanda’s red nail polish because-- despite the fact that she spends an hour watching Wanda pack her entire room-- she just knows that the woman forgot a bottle of that stuff and that she’ll be upset if her nails look chipped in the pictures. Wanda and y/n make her pack a bikini despite the fact that she has two scars from Bucky still and they threaten to get Clint involved if she tries to refuse-- “I suggest you put that little black number in that bag right now unless you want some aggressive compliments, you hear me woman?” She didn’t have to be told twice.

→Clint: Not as much as he should. Never as much as he should. He packs boxers, a pair of swim trunks, a few regular shirts and shorts (not enough), a couple nice shirts and a pair of jeans, and his toiletries. He’s gone longer with less but-- like-- he doesn’t have to this time? Nat walks into his room as he finishes packing and takes one look at his bag before marching to his closet and adding a hat, a pair of sunglasses, a jacket, a pair of sweatpants, and socks because who the hell doesn’t pack socks when they’re going to be walking around for days, how the hell are you an accomplished assassin Clint?

→Wanda: She literally packs as much as she can-- think the essentials times three and then some, like five different dresses, two leather jackets (even though y/n reminds her that Orlando is hot), her laptop and her ipad, two pairs of headphones. She has a notebook, a sketch book, and a regular book. Six bikinis and a one-piece. Three hats, four pairs of sunglasses, enough panties to last a month, let alone a week. She packs heels, boots, sneakers, flats, and sandals. Two purses and a backpack. Wanda Maximoff is the epitome of team mom-- anything Nat and y/n forget she’ll have it. She also packs a few things that she thinks Pietro will forget-- a few nice outfits for nights out and his main toiletries. Oh-- and sunscreen! Lots and lots of sunscreen!

→Pietro: Well, let's just say that it’s a good thing Wanda thinks to pack some things for Pietro because this man barely remembers his toothbrush let alone his phone charger. He gets the basics-- the bare necessities-- like three t-shirts, a pair of shorts, some (?) boxers, and like seven pairs of shoes because with how fast this man is he’s going to need them badly. He does, however, remember to pack his bathing suit and that’s more than a few people on the team can remember. Poor baby just wants to get there already-- he can just buy whatever he forgets.

→Vision: A very strange assortment of items. He doesn’t need clothes-- he can make whatever he would like appear on his body-- but he does want to feel included so Wanda gives him one of her backpacks and he puts like kind of random items into it. He sees a phone cord and shoves it in and like a hairbrush-- all items someone will need eventually but not him (later will find out that it’s the cord to Sam’s Iphone and will hand it over and have the audacity to say you’re welcome Samuel after doing it).

→Sam: He packs at least four ball caps. Nothing besides that really matters; he just knows how fucked you are if you don’t bring a hat and he’s bringing enough for the people who forget. As much as Bucky gets on his nerves he also packs him one. Besides that he packs normally-- t-shirts, shorts, shoes, socks, boxers-- all regular amounts. He freaks out a little when he can’t find his phone charger but he’ll just buy one when he gets there. He also brings a Polaroid camera and a shit ton of film-- some of his team members have never been and he will be documenting it all.

→Bruce: He’s the most boring packer and that isn’t a bad thing-- it’s the reason he has so many doctorates-- because he’s smart and level headed. He packs the clothes he needs with one extra of everything. He packs his toiletries. He doesn’t pack his whole room and he doesn’t pack nothing at all. He’s perfectly in the middle-- a Disney Dad™! He does, however, forget his swim trunks-- oops.

→Stephen: One backpack with a t-shirt, sweatpants, and swim trunks. That’s it. Why would he pack anything else? The man can open a portal whenever he needs! He’s always one step away from his bedroom! Stephen simply flicks his wrists and can change and rejoin the group in less time than it takes the rest of them to pull shit from their bags and wait for the washroom to free up. It’s actually a genius play.

→Loki: Despite being the most outwardly unenthusiastic he packs almost the exact same way that Wanda does. He’s a nervous packer. His brother laughs but, like, he has a point. Safe is better than sorry. It’s comical that he packs like five sweaters though considering that he can snap his fingers and make the sweater appear. All his clothes are either green or black. He packs at least one all black suit. Thor has to force him to add a red Hawaiian shirt and he scoffs at it and shoves it to the bottom. Definitely packs three pairs of swim trunks because he doesn’t like putting them one while they’re still wet. He doesn’t even know if he’s going to go swimming but he’s still doing it anyway. He also packs the scrunchie y/n gave him to keep his hair out of the way and when Thor tries to say shit about it he pulls a dagger from thin air and just chucks it. After dodging it Thor asks why don’t you just make your clothes appear the same way?

→Thor: Enough but, like, definitely not enough. The normal things but like less. He figures he’s going to be spending most of his time in his bathing suit anyway. Loki tries to remind him that he can’t go shirtless in the parks (he looked it up already) but he doesn't listen. It really is a good thing his brother can make things appear from thin air. He’s the type of guy to be content in a pair of flip flops and an open button down. He does, however, bring one of those dad-esque fanny packs and somehow he makes it look hot.

→Y/n: Literally packs the same as Wanda, if just a tad less. So many clothes that it’s insane. She, however, has the added bonus of her old Mickey ears-- a pink sequined pair that are a little worse from wear but still pretty. She packs a bucket hat to pin collectable pins to. She makes sure to leave extra room in her suitcase for souvenirs. She’s had her eye on the luxury bath salts from the Grand Floridian ever since the Disney Instagram posted them a few months ago and now that she’s going she won’t be leaving without them. She also packs the strapless dress she’s been meaning to wear for months now-- she doesn’t know who’s going to be there to admire it but she’s sure there’s at least one person who will. Besides, Nat’s been telling her to wear it for ages.

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Manager!Seijoh Part 4

a/n: I LIVE FOR THESE MANAGER SEIJOH ASKS LIKE BLS TAKE OVER MY LIFE

(i originally planned to write the other schools for the manager scenario like theyre already in my drafts with plans and partly written out but like seijoh is my TOP PRIORITY (sorry pls dont hate me) BC THEY ARE MY BOIS)

also, most of my ask box is all for a kyoken ending and kyoken fluff and aoba johsai fluff and im quaking bc this is spurring me to create more aoba johsai imagines and my love for the other schools is just like being overshadowed by our little plant babies :’)

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon request: Im the anon who mentioned the chaos about the dating and can I say I love it!!! 🙏🙏 i kinda have this hc for the boys that they fight whenever they go on bus rides, just because they want yn to sit next to them. But she usually sits next to the calmer members?? The reason the boys fight?? She may or may not have fallen asleep a few times, her head on kyo/iwa shoulder. 🥺🥺

LMAO THAT PART JUST REEKED CHAOTIC ENERGY AND SHE WOULD TOTALLY SIT NEXT TO THEM JUST TO SPITE THE OTHERS AND I LOVE THE IRONY LIKE THE MOST AGGRESSIVE LOOKING ARE THE SOFTEST AND CALMEST TOWARDS HER LIKE PLEASE KYOKEN AND IWA ARE JUST LITTLE SOFT BEANS AND DESERVE THE WORLD

(bruh im so soft for iwa and kyo like my best bois and i must write them out IMMEDIATELY bc theyre so uggghhhhhh!!!!!!!)

MY TWO MEN IN ONE GIF GOD HAS BLESSED ME-

oh dear

bus rides,,,,, yep here we go

the team is usually peaceful and civil w each other (minus iwa literally beating oiks up but thats irrelevant information)

like they dont really have fights or have any arguments bc they meet up every saturday to talk about the week and if anybody had any concerns or anything they were mad about since it was like a family meeting

but boy oh boy

when you entered this family,,, arguments and misunderstandings happened once a week

‘no! y/n-chan said she was going to go shopping with me!’

‘um, she already agreed to go to to the arcade w me’

‘wait, she told me we were going to go visit that cafe!’

yes you agreed to do those things w them but you never assigned a date

your attention was something that these boys were always wanting since they only see you during club hours and practices

their jealousy gets really ugly sometimes and the two first years actually get all smug about it

‘hm, y/n, we still up for studying later?’

you ruffled his hair and smiled up at him

‘yep! we need to set an alarm though or else i’d end up staying after 1 in the morning again’

‘great. cant wait’

kunimi rarely shows any emotion towards his senpais but they couldnt miss the smug smirk that made oikawa grip the volleyball and mattsun holding him back

god hes such a little shite

everyone knows that the first years have a upperhand than them bc of your same grade so the upperclassmen were much more sensitive to spending time with you outside of practice

and they liked to spend that time wisely

when the time for away games come, you weren’t that worried about it

i mean,, why would you when boarding the bus is going to be so early in the morning at like 4 in the morning and theyd be sleeping the whole time so you get peace and quiet

in fact, you were looking forward!

but nope!

jesus took the wheel and said no

instead, you were watching the team members shouting and yelling at each other at the asscrack of dawn

say sike rn

the 2 coaches were actually not there yet so they werent able to help you and whip the boys to order so here you were, bleary eyed and clearly still tired, sighing and rolling your eyes at the fight

‘SHE SITS WITH ME! IM TEAM CAPTAIN! I GET DIBS!’

‘NO! YOU DROOL ON HER AND MESS UP HER CLOTHES! YOU LIKE MAKKI-SENPAI MORE, RIGHT, Y/N-CHAN?!’

now you might be asking me, ‘author-chan, why are they fighting so hard for something as simple as a bus ride?’

well, my young grasshoppers, this is not just a simple bus ride

you are infamous in the team to be a sleeper

no matter what form of transportation, bus, car, any surface, you found yourself in dream land

yall i wish i was like that

the sleep paralysis demon beside my bed says otherwise

they freak out and fight over even a simple touch of affection from you, do you really think they wouldnt fight tooth and nail to being your pillow and freely watching your adorable sleeping face?

these men are fighting as if they were fighting something serious like a world war

lmao with how intensely theyre fighting, it practically is

but there were two players who actually didnt care either way since they only wanted you to be the most comfortable and they werent exactly the most squishiest members

in fact, they were basically all muscle and probably not the most comfortable

NOPE I BELIEVE THAT IWA IS IN FACT ONE OF THE MOST COMFIEST AND BEST PILLOWS IN THE ENTIRE HAIKYUU UNIVERSE

totally not my bias talking or anything

so it was no surprise when they didnt get themselves involved

iwa was already done w them and goes in the bus because mom deserves a nap

naturally, kyo follows the leader and boards the bus after him, leaving the others to fight it out in the school parking lot

you were happy that they were too distracted that they wouldnt notice you sneaking away into the bus and you were slightly disappointed that out of all the seats, kyo had to sit in the one-seater by the front

so you immediately went over to the other person, who was iwa-san, and he was just settling in, pulling out his teal blanket

you blinked at him when he caught you stare but he gently smiled before opening the blanket

‘i was never a fan of window seats anyways’

you happily bounced over to him and you placed your bag at the overhead compartment bc seijoh is bougee and can afford everything before you climbed over him to the seat next to the window

iwaizumi tried to make you as comfortable as he can so he kept the seat divider thing yanno what im talking about? between you

but his eyes widened when you casually pulled it up and snuggled closer to him

youve done this before so he opened his right arm for you to cuddle closer but he was still surprised

meanwhile,,,

you just closed your eyes with a smile as you pulled the blanket to your chin and practically glomped yourself to iwa

ugh im so jealous of you!!!!!!!!!!

‘hmmmm, youre so warm iwa-san. youre like,,,,, jacob from twilight’

his eyebrow quirked and he smiled, wrapping his arm around you and tightly holding you close

‘oh? the werewolf?’

he felt your head nod

‘mhm. so warm, and strong, yet so gentle and soft’

by now, both your legs were already swung over his lap and head on his chest as you sat sideways

his fingers traced circles around your middle as his other hand was fiddling with your fingers

‘didnt he like mark a little girl?’

‘iwa-san dont talk about that!’

his laugh grumbled his chest and you giggled, trying to become even closer towards his naturally warm chest and inhale his scent

lavender mixed with peppermint

it was such an odd combination from the people you knew and you were immediately drawn to it

thats why you usually wore his jacket rather than your own

he always gets confused as to where it is but you steal it and watch him look for it

you didnt hear that from me though

it didnt take a long time for you to fall asleep and by the time the 2 coaches finally arrived and yelled at the players, they were already late

‘oikawa, i thought youd handle this properly!’

oiks whimpered from the coach’s scolding but apologized then pushed everyone in

the sight in front of them made them both boil in jealousy and squeal in uwus

you, the softest and sweetest and kindest little flower human being, being cuddled up to iwaizumi, the brute and bara arms and the ultra macho strong man, who had his head on top of you

KYAAAAAAAA

even though they knew you were a heavy sleeper and iwa slept like a rock, they still quieted down and silently walked over to their seats, hissing and shushing at anyone who even made the slightest bit of noise

rustle of the bags?

SSSSHHHHHH

seat creaking as they sit down?

SSSHHHHHHHH

they only let this slide bc your sleeping face was just so cute and they didnt have the heart to wake you up

and also face the wrath of titan iwa and be thrown into the atlantic ocean like oikawa did one time

when you finally arrived at the stadium, they waited for a rough 10 minutes just to figure out how to wake you up

they didnt want to wake up iwa first and have him yell at them but they didnt want to wake you up first either

but kyo didnt understand the dilemma and instead just goes to the back where yall were at and he goes to the seat behind you so he could reach you easily and tickles your cheek

the team is just like 👁️👄👁️

your nose scrunches at this tingling sensation until it continues so you open your eyes and finds kyo just smiling down at you

oiks is literally shaking bc he could see the smallest smile on kyo’s face

‘wake up’

with his gruff voice, it sounded like he was ordering you around but you knew he couldnt help it and blinked tiredly at him, giving him a smile of your own

‘hm, hi kyo-san’

you winced at the sudden appearance of the sunlight and that made you fully wake up before flinched at the eyes of the other players

‘hello, everyone’

you said slowly and you sat up, noticing iwa still sleeping

oiks held his breath bc hes been friends w iwa since he was still a baby and he knows that its like waking up a sleeping dragon

‘wait y/n-chan-’

but you didnt listen and poked his nose

‘iwa-san? iwa-san, we’re here’

you cooed and the poking made his eyes flutter open and with his head still tilted to the side, he swore he saw an angel by the way the sunlight hit the back of your head giving you a smiling angel effect

hm, i could get used to seeing this when i wake up

you grinned and when he finally stretched, you sat up stright, waiting for iwa to get up so you could slide out

but kyo was an impatient little bean and just hoisted you out of there and towards him behind the seat

‘come on. i got your bag’

he mumbled and you nodded, letting him hold your hand

lmao wait i forgot the time this is set

this is set during the 2nd inter-high okay? okay

oiks was still complaining at kyo and iwa hogging you but you didnt listen and continued walking towards the entrance, glancing around at the other teams

as usual, oiks and iwa were walking to the front bc yanno, captain and vice-captain, while you and kyo walked at the back, mainly bc you didnt want any player to stray off like kindaichi did last time and look for him for hours

kyo gripped your hand and you turned your head to look at him to see his eyes glaring at anything

you chuckled which made him look down at you, the glare slowly disappearing

‘hm, kyo-san, you should really invest in contacts. it doesnt matter if wearing glasses makes you feel like a nerd bc you still need it to see’

he scrunched his nose when you scolded him and he was about to retort when him and the team caught the whisperings of the nearby teams

‘oh my god, seijoh and the beautiful manager’

‘how old is she? i hope shes at least a second year’

‘ngh id tap that’

IM BLEEHHHHH

‘is he her boyfriend? if so, the competition isnt that hard then’

kyo growled and was about to lunge at the yellow jacketed boy but you held him back, also worriedly looking at your boys

‘seijoh, down’

you ordered and they shrunk back, opting to just glaring heatedly at the other teams

you could still feel kyo shaking at rage to them sexualizing you but your hands squeezing him and the other hand rubbing his arm helped him control it

‘dont make a scene, kyo-san. its your first competition since your suspension, right? and you love volleyball so please keep it in. i can protect myself’

you whispered but he let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close and continuing to glare at everyone as if he was asserting dominance

‘if they touch you-’

‘ill kick them between the legs, i know. you told me already’

you teased and he hummed in agreement

when they played, they were at ease bc the two coaches were there and they were also protective of you like their own so they wouldnt have to worry about someone to go after you

however,,

as they were warming up for the second game, you had to quickly fill up their water bottles bc they were already tired and dehydrated so you needed to fill them up

and they were all busy and you didnt want to bother them and you were going to be quick anyways so you just took the case of bottles and ran to the nearby water fountain

you were hurriedly filling them up and at your last bottle, you were about to cap it when you felt a presence behind you

he stood close and his arms snaked around your waist but you hurriedly tightened the lid and whacked him at the head with the heavy bottle

you continuously hit him and kicked him between the legs before hitting him again

‘DONT TOUCH ME AGAIN!’

you shouted and iwa and kyo were watching from the end of the hallway, panting from running so fast since they heard your shouts

okay a little flashback,

kyo was watching you from his perepharal vision and when he went up to spike, he took his eyes off of you for ONE DAMN SECOND and you nyoomed out of there

when he didnt see you anywhere, he wildly looked around and this caught the attention of the vice-captain

‘oi! kyotani! whats wrong?’

‘y/n. where is she?’

they took off running and the team was just like what

then they heard shouts and kyo knew it was you

his mad dog senses

hehe get it

he as about to tackle the guy but he saw you beat him with a water bottle and eventually taking another bottle and kicking him and hitting him with the two waters

the player cowered and scrambled to get away bc wow this girl was psycho

um no sir, she was protecting herself from hormonal testosterone filled children like you

‘YEA GO RUNNING! COME TO ME AGAIN AND ILL BEAT YOU UP HARDER! DISGUSTING! TRASH! GROSS! SCUM!’

maybe it was because the last time you were touched without consent was when you got bullied but you were definitely fighting harder and more aggressive at protecting yourself

you turned around and the rage from your eyes disappeared when you saw the two boys there

‘hey iwa-san! kyo-san! sorry, i needed to fill the water bottles!’

you grinned and placed the bottles back to the case before lugging it up

my god their eyes were shining

yep, thats my girl

when their games were over for the day, they made their way to the exit where the bus was at and you and kyo stayed behind again

you caught the eye of the guy and his team and you and kyo glared at him, both wearing a sadistic smile

UGH YALL ARE COUPLE GOALS I SWEAR

kyo even went up to him and the team shrunk leaving the guy standing there in fear at the look on his face

‘listen, i dont like it when my baby girl gets touched by filthy shite like you. so do it again, and ill chop those damn fingers of yours, got it?’

lmao he’ll come for your ankles

the guy just nodded in fear while his team were cowering at the back

you chuckled and pulled kyo to go bc as much as you liked watching this, you needed to go to the bus to go home

‘cmon, kyo, i want to go. im getting a headache from the smell of garbage’

he shifted his gaze to you and sent you a soft smile

‘okay. lets go’

hah you thought it ends there?

kyo is a dramatic little shite so he made a show of grabbing your waist and kissing your temple before flashing them a finger

oiks was tapping his foot impatiently at the bus and when you and kyo emerged from the entrace, he was about to snatch you up but kyo stood in front of you

‘EH?! KYOKEN-CHAN, I WANT TO SIT WITH Y/N-CHAN!’

‘no’

he said and didnt say anything else as he pulled you to the bus and into a two seater where you sat at the window again and he sat on the outside

‘hah? you want to sit next to me, kyo-san?’

you teased but he flushed red, hurriedly hiding in your neck

you laughed and brought a hand up to caress his nape

‘mhm’

he mumbled and you pursed your lips to hide the squeal

‘youre so cute, kyo-san’

‘not cute’

‘very cute’

‘no’

‘AM I CUTE Y/N-CHAN?’

‘SHUT UP SHITTYKAWA’

kyoken got away from your neck and went to hit the captain

oikawa screamed

a/n: my first week of school was so weird bc we only have like 2 days and the other days are just free days bc we havent really done anything except talk about our classes but im just hating this system like ugh i actually want to go to school bc ya girl is going to a tech school and this 2-day a week is not the vibe

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jiminrings · 4 years

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Hello hello 🥺 I miss Hobi nd I just wanted to request a drabble piece with him as a teacher and your also a teacher and somehow??some students??? Ship you two??? And the next thing you know, they're trying to get you two together and oh boy...chaos ensues :') there's no pressure 🤗🤗 stay safe Hannah! 💞💞

base line

pairing: hoseok x y/n

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: hoseok swears that you’re intolerable, but maybe that’s just because you don’t greet him good morning like you usually do :D // gif isn’t mine!!

notes: my first hobi drabble!!! thank u for requesting and waiting babie!!! this threw me back to when i was in preschool and one of my earliest memories ever was me being a teacher’s pet and being able to read straightly and coherently :D (i am a mess now hee-hee)

you love your job

YOU LOVE YOUR JOB!!!!

YOU LOVE YOUR JOB!!!!!!!!

you shouldn’t even call it a job if you’re genuinely enjoying what you do, right??

there’s just some days that you feel like you’re going to sit down the puzzle-matted floor in the middle of the class, tuck your head in between your knees, and sCREAM then yeet yourself out to the corridor

ok but listen

you really do!!

you studied for this!! you have a degree!!! you have a license!!! being a preschool teacher has been the career path you’ve always wanted to take!!

you like being around kids in general and taking care of them and teaching them!!

your age gap with your older brother isn’t exactly small and that meant that growing up, you had to keep up with him!!

because FUCK coloring books and building blocks :-) let me read your textbooks :-) i can’t read but i wOuld like to pretend and bond with u

jin has kids of his own and since it’s only the two of you, that automatically meant that you’re the favorite aunt!! well because after all you are the only one

you’re young and you’re hip and you watch animated shows still!! you can resOnate with them!!!

seokjin can’t make his two-year old eat his steamed carrots but YOU can!!

aha you have now established power <3

but ya know,,,

being a teacher is different from being an aunt!! it’e worlds apart because not everything that applies to your nephews and nieces, also applies to other kids necessarily

obviously you can’t treat every kid to the park once they master their ABCs and can grip a pencil properly

you’re just exhausted ok!! it doesn’t make you love your job any less

it’s just as simple as that

wait actually no

there is ONE more hiccup in your job and at this point, the thought of it plagues your mind beyond your place of work

not it

h i m

jung hoseok — your co-teacher!!

your co-teacher that helps you in handling a batch of fifteen preschool kids for hours, two batches a day, five days a week

hoseok whose hair smells like vanilla and flowers and is never not wearing an article of beaded jewelry and has the good voice that could make three to five year olds listen

.,.,. hoseok.,.,.,. who isn’t yours.,.,.,

and hoseok.,.,., who probably hates you.,.

you’re not trying to make a reach but you FEEL it,,,, you feel it in your knees and your spleen that oh god your co-teacher probably resents you and just tolerates you to not make the kids worry :((

it doesn’t certainly help too that uhm

well

aha

... you may have a tiny crush on hoseok

maybe you really do like him or oR!!

or maybe you just see him practically like everyday and you find yourself paying more attention to him and finding details that you normally wouldn’t find for any other person besides him but-

“good morning, hoseok!!”

you mostly make french toast every morning because:

a) you’d probably eat it as often as you could until you could no longer look at it anymore and practically barf at even the mention of it

b) baby it’s EASY

c) you can make it as a batch and that way you won’t have to wake up every morning to cook for yourself

d) tastes immaculatE whether warm or cold

e) jungkook gave you his recipe after nagging him everyday for a month <3

you knew how to make it in the first place but uh well,,,.,,

jungkook is jin’s regular babysitter for his kids and he’s very organized although you won’t admit that

he’s carefree but like disciplined at the same time y’know

like YES eunji you can take a sip of my orange juice that ur appa told me not to give you BUT you need to drink one whole sippy cup of water okay??? say yes uncle goo

and he’d also have snacktimes and he’d make his own and french toast is one of them

one time you came over and babysitted with jungkook and u snuck out a piece from eunji’s bowl and wow

𝔀𝓸𝔀

every time you came over you’d make him cook and he’s all???

“y/n are you SURE eunji told you she wants two bowls of french toast?? to herself?? are you sURE???”

lmao he’s figured it out late that it was you who kept eating the french toast because he peeked at the bowl and then??? eunji’s mouth doesn’t bite THAT big??

not unless a toddler’s mandible is already that big and he’s been wrong all along

so the french toast?? yeah you put it in your cute tupperware with the cute waterproof stickers in the lid

AND SPLIT HALF WITH HIM

one loaf is to four squares and two of those are for hoseok :D

minor problem tho

he doesn’t take up your offer :((

maybe it’s just yOU who’s the problem at this point because you tried bringing other food and ?? he just shakes his head no and gives you a curt smile

every morning, you greet him!!

“good morning, hobi!!”

you call him that because that’s what jimin and namjoon call him since they’re your co-teachers!!!

... although maybe it’s just for friends of his only...... a-and well maybe you aren’t his friend

.... aha anywAys!!

you leveled it up a notch and switch up your greetings

“good morning handsome!!” or like “heeeeey cutie!!” or maybe even “hi sunshine!!!”

you: :D

him: :|

every afternoon, you ask him if he wants anything from the vending machine in the faculty room

every month, the principal gives tHREE bottomless cards to the best-performing teachers and that basically meant you don’t have to pull bills from your wallet to pay for overpriced soda

you’ve gotten it twice consecutively in the last month

free pass or not, if hoseok finally tells you what he wants from the vending machine, then you’d get it for him in a heartbeat and less

vending machine talks r some of the best talks and you want that :((

sometimes he’ll tell you that he’s full, or shake his head no, or semi-rudely glances at you and sets his head down and that translates to no

every weekend, you ask him if he feels ____ because you totally have that in ur apartment

“it feels a bit hot, no? good thing i have a new airconditioning unit :D”

no you don’t have a new airconditioning unit

you just had jin clean out the filters while you were at work and it’s basically the same thing, right??

pls say right

you’re basically FLIRTING with him

and you feel useless about it because you haven’t made any progress whatsoever no matter your approach :((

at first you didn’t feel embarrassed whenever namjoon pointed out your crush on hoseok

in fact, the whole faculty knows but you’re just gonna ignore that

you didn’t feel like a FOOL because it’s hoseok you’re making strides towards to

he’s worth the embarrassment that you don’t feel at all

and he doesn’t notice and doesn’t care and he probably won’t talk to you if you are the only preschool teacher in this school besides himself

you’re starting to feel the secondhand embarrassment joon always points out to you multiplied to five

oh god what you’re doing is LAUGHABLE

it’s even more painful to look at yourself in a third perspective because you look like an utter fool chasing after him and all he does is push you away

you’re tired of trying

it’s okay :)

hoseok looks like someone who’d tell all about your doings to his groupchat and they’d laugh at you together

wait no that’s quite a reach

you’re probably not even tHAT important to be made fun of in the gc :((

fine then

you’re gonna focus on everyone and everything else besides him -- it’s not like he’s even gonna notice anyway!! not that it’d matter

if hoseok can sleep at night peacefully without even acknowledging you, then you could sleep at night without him crossing your mind

sike

you kept thinking about not thinking of hobi last night that in return you did think about him

but that is the LAST time ok

you’re gonna start tallying this morning

wait a minute!! you don’t have to tally because you genuinely need to not care and be indifferent!!

....

oh....

wait this was easier than you expected

you feel a weight out of your chest when you kept your eyes on the ground when you passed by hoseok in the hall

you felt nervous initially because you never skip a day of not being all googly-eyes for him but you know!!!! this was actually nice!!!!

for a change yOu’re the one who’s unaffected and as cold as it sounds --

it feels good to not care :D

“up please!! up!!”

you’re feeling so zen and un-dejected that you forget for a moment that you’re still in class and yOU’RE the teacher

and it’s hyunjin!! one of the younger kids in class

also he’s quite the troublemaker and intentionally likes teasing you and being play-mad at him makes him giggle to no end

he does nOt vibe with hoseok he’d jus keep a straight face on and ??? no ur not teacher y/n

he’s tugging at whatever he could reach and if he turns out to be holding a marker in his hands then you might just Pass Away

you comply to hyunjin’s request but you know you’re gonna put him down in two seconds because you know that the other kids are gonna see and-

yeah nevermind

it’s now a carrying train :D

you just made up that name on the spot

it’s a line of kids going up to your arms, and then you passing them to hoseok, and then putting them down to the ground and them running back to the line again until everyone’s satisified

bAsically you’re passing around kids and it’s hoseok who calls off the game because you have no backbone sometimes when it comes to four-year olds

throughout the whole time though, hobi feels like something’s wrong

he just can’t place it

he’s trying to sniff so hard if someone had a toilet accident and he can’t smell anything??

maybe his shoelaces skipped a hole??

either way there’s just something wrong in the back of his head

anyways he better snap out of his daze before you ask if he’s okay or if he needs anything

....

........

why are you not looking at him

....

......

....

wAIT WHY ARE YOU NOT LOOKING AT HIM

huh

that’s weird

but you always look at him??? and he can see you in his peripheral vision and this time he can’t even see you glancing when his head’s turned????

hmmm

omg

his prayer’s been answered!!

honestly hoseok finds you kinda annoying and he’d like it if you just leave him alone and stuff and give up whatever it is that you’re doing

you finally got the message :D

yeah that’s good :D

hoseok’s okay he’s cool he’s happy he totally feels complete

“let’s stop now?”

hobi leans in to tell you because he counted and this is hyunjin’s third time on him

you’re kinda lost because he stops this game in his own accord but whatever

you just give him a smile and what’s THAT supposed to mean???

“oh sO do you want another round?? or??”

he’s enunciating it for you but it’s more for him actually

you just wave him off

.... communication.... where is it

he’s gathering the facts so far.

you’re not looking at him!! that’s fine

you didn’t call him handsome but hEh he’s handsome even if you don’t call him that

not that he needs comforting words and compliments.. or whatever...

that he can let pass because he doesn’t really care

but what he dOES care about is why are you not offering him anything right now???

where.,., WHERE is his french toast

he’s been putting his hand on his tummy for the past five minutes and rubbing it in circles and he’s ALSO humming every now and then

jimin’s lost as he’s writing his agenda for the week and hobi’s across him looking constipated and relieved at the same time

aHEM

ok what’s happening now

you’re... not trying to wedge into the same table he’s in.. ?

you plop right next to namjoon and he instantly throws his arm around yours because he’s been looking for you too

“hey!! how did your recipe night go??”

you reckon that joon allotted another evening for trying out new things because it helps him destress!!

he shudders just by thinking about the smell in his apartment and how opening the windows didn’t do shit

“tasted so bad i couldn’t even eat it :((“

mug cake is the actual devil!!!

imagine having to crack an egg along with a couple other things in a mug and cook it in a microwave and it doesn’t turn as good as the ones you’d see in youtube videos

congrats you now have bread stuck in a mug that smells like chocolate but tastes absolutely nothing like raw eggs

there’s an irritable scowl on his face and great now hobi just feels worse

it’s been almost a week

and practically everyone knows that something’s wrong going on with him and they don’t know wHY

some people dO have an inkling though,.,.

“ah, what seems to be troubling my best teacher?”

principal min drawls out as soon as hoseok enters his office before rolling his eyes at him

normally in other schools you’d be fIRED if you disrespect the principal but nah :D

yoongi takes pride in being the cool principal

he’s so cool that everyone’s in a first-name basis with him

he’s not your typical principal!! normally they’d be preppy and he’s not that much but when he sees the kids??? immediately goes soft

“you say that to EVERY teacher”

lol everybody knows that but no one points it out

he’s so grumpy that even the principal took notice of his behavior!!!

“there’s nothing wrong, okay??”

hobi says it in more of a scoff and that just goes against what he said

yoongi’s sitting here,,, eating his plain loaf of bread aND minding his own business,, and then now hoseok’s mad at him??

“don’t show me bread sTOP showing me bread!!”

the next day hobi’s so grouchy <3

there’s a circle that the kids are in and it just keeps going in and out

you and hobi are in the middle and each time they sing, the circle keeps getting sMALLER

now normally y/n from a week ago would blush to death

but present y/n just feels awkward and kinda :// at the whole situation

it’s not really a tight squeeze tbh but hoseok kEEPS going forward torwards you to the point that his arms around you already

he’s obviously flustered and he’s trying to recompose himself but you’re barely meeting his eye contact

okay now that hurt

god he’s just so left behind with what’s going on :((

and he won’t say this now but fUck he misses you!!! a lot!!!! he feels like pavlov’s dog and he’s automatically wired to miss your affection whenever he’s aware of your presence

does he uhm

does he l-word you??

“and that’s it!”

you’ve just finished teaching them how to fold a paper boat :D

that is a BIG achievement okay you’re actually serious

it teaches them how to be more patient and pay more attention!!

“you can give them your mom!! or if you have a tiny crush on someone in the room then-...”

lil seungmin steps right up to give you a boat

yes it’s wonky and the folds aren’t really done properly and won’t float in water but wow!!! that’s so cute!!!

you immediately thank him and ruffle his hair

he’s such a cute kid omg

“thank you s-...”

however hyunjin wOn’t be affected by that

with a huff does he march over to you and his long hair’s getting in the way (hobi just tied it awhile ago) but nO that is not important rn

he gives TWO paper boats but the other one he just stole it from jisung lmao

the kids are catching up and sUddenly it’s a competition to who gives who paper boats

there’s a fair share of boats between you and hoseok

you’re awed bc wow they really did learn and yOU taught them and it’s just so fulfilling to see wonky wittle boats :’’)

“give to who??”

the tiny felix sitting by your side tugs at your shirt and he’s pointing to the boat you made yourself sitting on your palm

“o-oh!”

how did you get put in the spot by preschool kids

oKAY definitely not hobi

maybe you can call namjoon from the other room???? or maybe even yoongs and-

the sudden shrieking in the room brings you down from your thoughts and you’re quite frantic trying to catch up

the commotion?? ur palm

hobi himself folded a crane!!

and it’s sitting snugly in your palm

he’s been feeling so lost the past week and he realized that it’s because of yOU and how he’s so dense to drive you away when all he wants to do is keep you close

hobi’s never really beamed at you directly like that before

you might just cry

hyunjin’s kicking the air and so does every kid who has googly eyes for their teacher

but it’s okay

it’s all okay because hobi’s looking at you the way you look at him and he’s the most gentle and pleasing thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on

it’s his turn to put his chin against his palm, a knowing smile on his face before he asks

“do you feel chilly tonight?”

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samwrights · 4 years

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Clueless

Raise your hand if you’re personally victimized by this ask 🙋🏻‍♀️ ngl this prompt gave me trouble probably because its my life story?? I have no idea when people are flirting with me?! Like my (now) husband just went up and kissed me and I was like wait you like me? 💀 also, kiss your friends. Just now rn. Cause ya know. COVID.

Iwaizumi;

To me, Iwaizumi doesn’t flirt like a normal person.

He strikes me as the person that “flirts” with blunt statements and very obvious, possessive touching and then wonders why you don’t recognize that he’s flirting.

So of course, it doesn’t make sense to you that he’s flirting.

But for you, it was a total norm to give him and the other third years good luck kisses before a game.

Apparently, the way his hands grip your waist when you do it isn’t obvious enough.

You may or may not have yelled “that’s my baby” once or twice when one of them goes up to serve. On the regular.

Outside of volleyball, Iwa totally let’s you sit in his lap during free period and lunch because he wants that contact

And yet, you’re too busy complimenting the other third years to even notice Iwa is getting pissed.

“Oiks, my beautiful sunshine” was his least favorite.

“Makki, are you gonna challenge Iwa to another arm wrestling match? You know I love seeing you flex” was another one he really hated.

It’s actually the reason Makki’s never won. Iwa goes extra hard to make sure you notice his arms which honestly how tf can you not.

“Dude, next time we’re doing this when [name]’s not here.” Hanamaki groans as he’s awarded with his 167th loss.

“Hey, why’s it matter if I’m here? I wanna watch!”

“Cause he wants to impress you, [name]~ Iwa’s so in love with you—“ that earned Oikawa a head butt to the face 💀

But wait what? Since when?

“Y’know, I’m not even sure why I like you at this point.” The now embarrassed Iwaizumi points out, covering the flush of his cheeks in his hands as he buries his face.

Akaashi;

Oh this poor, sweet boy.

He thought he was so obvious with the way he’d walk you to and from classes

Akaashi always gave you a tight hug that he felt lingered just a tad too long when the two of you parted ways.

Not that you ever minded—dude is a great hugger.

But so are you, and everyone loves your hugs.

Especially Bokuto.

Mostly because your “hugs” are actually you jumping up and wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

Bokuto calls you his little koala, and it pisses Akaashi off.

So the setter tries to become a little more bold—longer hugs, hand holding, walking you home.

He’ll throw in a decent number of compliments, like how pretty you look today because he notices when you’ve done your hair differently or if you decided to part it to the other side.

Akaashi gets bold bold, cause he’s real fckn tired of Bokuto snagging all your attention bc you’re his goddamn koala.

He’s currently walking you home, hand in hand while you talk about your school day, and before parting, Akaashi gives you brief little peck on the cheek.

But when he doesn’t get a reaction out of you, he’s starts panicking.

“Uh, I’m sorry, did I overstep my boundaries?”

“No, no! I just didn’t think you liked me like that!”

Please say sike rn

Kuroo;

Oh boy.

Literally everyone already thought you were dating with how blunt Kuroo was.

He’s not one to shy away from PDA in the slightest, so you can imagine him going for all the kisses and tickles.

And, you being you, never stop to think that he’s being serious. You platonically kiss him and Kenma all the time!

Though Kenma isn’t a big fan of it.

Ya know who is? Yaku, Yamamoto, and Lev.

So fuck it, platonic, playful kisses for everyone.

And while we’re at it, sit in their laps too cause that’s just how you roll.

Oddly enough, Kuroo doesn’t get jealous because they all know that you are his.

That and this was so typically you that if you stopped doing any of the acts above, something was wrong and the world was ending.

Though, none of them would ever attempt to flirt back because Kuroo would probably kill him.

He may not be jealous, but he is very territorial.

So you come to watch them at nationals because ofc, you love these boys with your whole ass heart.

Before you head off to the spectators section with Lev’s sister and the cheer team, Kuroo stops you and pulls you in for a quick kiss before shrugging off his warmup jacket.

“Here baby, it’s cold in here. You can wear my jacket.”

“Kuroo, it’s not even chilly, why—“

“Maybe I just want my girlfriend to wear my jacket, duh. “

“Wait what”

Haikyuu!! Tag List

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wetalkinboutbooks · 4 years

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Reaper of Souls by Rena Barron

Summary: After so many years yearning for the gift of magic, Arrah has the one thing she’s always wanted—at a terrible price. Now the last surviving witchdoctor, she’s been left to pick up the shattered pieces of a family that betrayed her, a kingdom in shambles, and long-buried secrets about who she is.

Desperate not to repeat her mother’s mistakes, Arrah must return to the tribal lands to search for help from the remnants of her parents’ people. But the Demon King’s shadow looms closer than she thinks. And as Arrah struggles to unravel her connection to him, defeating him begins to seem more and more impossible—if it’s something she can bring herself to do at all.

Set in a richly imagined world inspired by spine-tingling tales of voodoo and folk magic, Kingdom of Souls was lauded as “masterful” by the School Library Journal in a starred review. This explosively epic sequel will have readers racing to the can’t-miss conclusion. (Taken from Goodreads)

Our Ratings:

→ Geena: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️🌗

→ Kae: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Overall: A messy sequel to an amazing series, we get to see the after effects of the fall out of Arrah vs. Efiya from KOS… and when we tell you it is MESS!!!

~Spoiler-Full Review Below~

The Good:

→ Arrah and Dimma

Geena: One of my favourite things about Reaper was the sprinkle of Dimma’s POVs throughout the story. We got an insight into Dimma’s life before she was Arrah, and how her relationship with the other Orisha and Daho developed. It also really helped build up the suspense near the end and set up plot twists that clocked us near the end. Dimma aside, let’s talk about Arrah. Rena Barron said brooding boys are out, brooding girls are IN! And you know what, we love to read it. The story starts off with Arrah trying to save Sukkar after she snapped all his bones while trying to save him, and she does save him :) Or so she thinks but that’s besides the point. Over the length of the book we follow Arrah’s inner turmoil of suddenly having the power of 10 tribal chieftains and being insecure about whether or not she even deserves it.

I loved Arrah, even when she was holding herself up to a terribly high bar and beating herself up about everything she did. Arrah helped bring her Auntie back from the dead and was like “Damn I suck :/” and thought shattering a girl’s glass (who was flirting with Rudjek) put her on the same level as her mom and Efiya. I was sitting there like NO GIRL YOU’RE PERFECT, YOU, YOUR MISSING TOOTH AND YOUR PETTY NATURE!!

Kae: YAAAAAAAAAS! Geena summed Arrah and Dimma up perfectly.

But I would like to add how much I love Arrah and how selfless she is. She’s always thinking about her friends and their safety, the safety of the tribal people, and of course the kingdom. She’s a worry woman, but for all the right reasons. And she also cares about herself; so much even that like Geena said, she beats herself up for the smallest of things. She’s so worried about being evil like her mother and her sister, that she calculates every single move that she makes, debating if it’s really worth it to use strong magic or not.

As for Dimma, I loved her POV’S. She is a complex character who has been demonized since book 1. We were taught to believe, through the POV of some of the Gods, that Dimma was a horrible Goddess who wrought nothing but chaos. They erased her name from history, LITERALLY. And Dimma became known as the Unnamed Orisha. While reading her POV, we learn that Dimma was quite selfless, much like Arrah (since they are technically the same person). Dimma was full of love and loved even harder. She went out of her way to give Daho immortality as well as his people, because she loved them so much. She defied the rules of the universe for her love, and it only came to bite her in the ass in the end. Like her siblings told her, “A God’s love is a dangerous thing.” And it was, but not exactly for the reasons one might think.

Geena: Kae’s summary of Dimma and Arrah is AMAZING, you know my ability to connect dots when reading is kinda shit so reading Kae’s summary gave me realization… Arrah tries so hard to separate herself from Dimma, because she refuses to believe that a part of her is in love with Daho because she herself is in love with Rudjek… but it’s like girl… you have travelled to the ends of the earth to fight and bring back the people you love (the tribespeople) just like Dimma searched the ends of the universe for immortality to give to Daho. It’d be much easier to reconcile your feelings if you just accepted that “Okay, I may have been Dimma but now I am Arrah”

Also another thing I love about Arrah is how she had…. For a time… three dudes in love with her… or at least what she thought was three dudes. Real hot girl shit.

→ Rudjek and Daho

Geena: You know the character archetype that’s like a snarky boy who knows he’s hot shit and acts accordingly, but when it comes to the person he’s in love with he’s just a bowl of mush. That’s Rudjek, and only Rudjek can pull it off. In KOS, he was slated to be the next vizier because of his father, in Reaper he’s known as a prince because his dad snaked his way into becoming the monarch. So, now he’s the snarky prince…. And the only snarky prince with rights! His POVs were actually so fun to read, like following the politics of the Kingdom and him dealing with his new craven powers…. Which also had him being able to smell pheromones when people were doing the dirty around him 😭

I really liked that Rena gave him a POV, because now we get to see how he develops given the fact that him and Arrah are dangerous to one another, because he saps her magic with a single touch and could kill her. The whole time Arrah is stressing like “Damn, what if he doesn’t like me anymore because we can’t touch” meanwhile Rudjek is like “I’ll fight the Gods if I have to, to keep her by my side” and it’s like 🥺Also, who let a teenager be in control of a whole army… I thought the vizier was a sly and smart man but I digress… Another thing I liked about Rudjek in this book was that he didn’t shy away from uncomfortable conversations with Arrah, regarding the fact that he confused Efiya for Arrah when they did the unspeakable in the clearing in KOS. Like, that was very mature of them and I’m glad they could deal with that misunderstanding… But… hands down… my favourite scene… During the climax of the book Rudjek gets a demon soul shoved down his body, and immediately assumes it’s the demon king…. And his only command to his friends is to not let him near Arrah😭😭😭 I was like PEAK ROMANCE, SOFTEST SHIT, SACRIFICIAL LOVER!!!!!

Kae: SO GEENA SUMMED UP RUDJEK SO DAMN WELL. LIKE DUDE OMG? Correct. He is perfect. I really don’t have much to add but I just genuinely loved him as a character. He is caring for both Arrah and his friends. He is also one of the few male characters I’ve read that actively tries to go against their father. Most dudes in books are like “Fine puhpa, I shall do your evil bidding.” But Rudjek is like “Sike bitch, I’ll let you think that but I’m doing what I WAAAANT!”

But okay, let’s talk about Daho. So first off, I love him??? Am I a villain sympathizer now? Tbh, I don’t really see him as a villain. Man’s didn’t commit a genocide or try to scheme Arrah out of her pants. AND HE VERY MUCH HAD THE CHANCE TO and he was like “nah.” And I appreciate that. Because there are a few certain villainous men who I shan’t name, that be on that scant shit. And Daho is just like… genuinely trying to avenge his wife’s death (Dimma) and try to get Arrah to remember that she is Dimma.

YES, I know he got Arti to bring him back. BUUUUUT, he didn’t tell her to kill a bunch of kids and shit to do it. Arti did all that evil shit on her own and Daho was like “look, i don’t condone that shit. But it’s over and I’m sorry it happened but I can’t change it.” And I’m like… okay, mood. I get it. Daho is sweet and caring. He looked out for Arrah in *redacted’s* body because we didn’t know *redacted* was dead the whole time. And even then, Daho was still like “My bad… But he wasn’t using his body??? So I took it???” Why let it go to waste, amiright?

Geena: STOOOOP FOR REAL HE WAS LIKE “It was empty, I didn’t think you’d mind”

Kae: LMAOOO OKAY BUT DEADASS. And like, idk man. He just seriously isn’t a bad person. He was trapped because after the God’s killed Dimma, he was like “BET IMMA JUST KILL THEM” and they lowkey were shook so they trapped his ass in a box for a millenia or whatever. He wasn’t even out to kill all humanity or anything. The God’s were just being some haters and now he’s suddenly the bad guy. Anyway, we stan Daho in this house.

Geena: Daho is how you write a sympathetic villain. He owns up to his own mistakes even while his demons run free terrorizing people. Kae said it best that he just wants justice for his wife and unfortunately history is written by the victors so the Orisha painted him out to be a bad guy… My dude was just chugging that respecting my wife juice and they killed her… and he also thinks they killed his son… Guess me and Kae are just villain sympathizers now

The Bad:

→ The Ending

Kae: Okay, let’s get it. And I also just want to clarify that when we say “the bad”, we don’t mean we hate it. This is just something that was like “oh fuck, this is BAAAAD! THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GO DOOOWN.”

But like, good Lord. The ending? That shit was crazy. First of all, we find out that *redacted* aka, SUKKAR. OUR SWEET, PLAYFUL, SARCASTIC SUKKAR. IS DEAD. HE HAS BEEN DEAD THIS WHOLE TIME!? Excuse me while I *SCREEEEEEEEEEEAM*. Like, what an unforeseen twist. This mf kicked the bucket back in KOS when Arrah tried to save him. Turns out… She maybe… Totally… possibly… Absolutely killed my guy on accident. He dead-dead. And this is how we find out that Daho took over his body, once Sukkar’s spirit ascended. It was a really sad reveal and my heart kind of hurt reading it. I straight up wasn’t expecting that to happen. THEEEEEN. GOTDAMN EFIYA. IS BROUGHT BACK.

Geena: No joke, the ending of Reaper was just one sucker punch followed by another… At first you think Tyrek (the prince from KOS who joins Arrah and her crew on a journey to save the tribespeople) is the demon king, then you think it’s Rudjek because he’s getting possessed, and then you learn it’s Sukkar… The final punch to the gut was Daho bringing back Efiya because his close general asked for her… because she’s his daughter. We were like, DAHO ARE YOU SERIOUS YOU SAW THE DAMAGE SHE DID TO THE HUMANS!!! Like Efiya may have grown quickly in a few months but her brain isn’t fully developed, like that girl is UNHINGED!!! I thought we were done with the Efiya chapter but here we are, and I’m scared to see what role she’ll play in the final instalment of the series. I guess this is the case of bringing back an old villain that can work out really well… I trusted Rena with the messy Arrah/Daho/Rudjek love triangle, so I trust her with this too

The Ugly:

→ Tyrek

Geena: Remember how I said Rudjek is the only valid snarky prince… Yea, Tyrek can CHOKE!! In KOS he sides with Efiya and she wreaks havoc in the Kingdom, and in Reaper he’s brought to his knees. Rudjek’s dad wants to execute him for his crimes, but Arrah sympathizes with him because she knows how Efiya’s mind control worked. As you read, you get a sense of “Okay, maybe he isn’t bad, he’s helping Arrah and them” but then you get to the climax and you’re like okay nvm this boy was insane… Imagine travelling to a whole other dimension and making deals with demons, because you’re in a fucked up sort of romance with a half-demon girl. He managed to lie to Arrah that he was being controlled by Efiyah, when he was really with Efiya the whole way…. Even when she told him to murder his whole family… this man was vile!! He’s also one of our first fake outs, when he pretends to be the demon king I was kinda disappointed… I was like no this ruins the messy love triangle I’ve been waiting for! But it was just a fake out, Tyrek was just trying to scare Arrah into freeing Efiya, whose soul was in the demon dagger that Arrah used to kill her in KOS. Overall, 1/10 for this man… the 1 point is for when he figured out “Sukkar” had a crush on Arrah before Arrah even knew.

Conclusion

Kae: So, I don't have much to add to Tyrek’s snake ass. He really was ugly in the end. I’m glad he’s dead.

But to conclude, this was such an amazing, refreshing read. Reaper of Souls was a wonderful sequel to Kingdom of Souls. Rena writes so beautifully and she didn’t hesitate to have us readers shaking in our boots. Getting more background information on Dimma, the Gods, and their old ass war, was really fun and insightful! IT added to the story in a way I hadn’t even thought about until I was consuming it all!

Arrah and Rudjek are perfect angels and I can’t wait to see where book three leads them. I also want to give a shout out to Essnai and Majka for being such good friends to Arrah and Rudjek. Same to Kira and the Cravens. This is a really close knit group of friends who will go to the ends of the Earth (and literally new dimensions) for each other. THAT’S LOVE, BITCH. And we LOVE to see it.

Geena: For real! Rena Barron set up such an amazing cast of characters, and she really emphasizes the power of friendship in her series and it’s one of my favourite things to read. With Reaper, from the very start, she sets up the story in such a way you’re literally screaming by the end… I think it requires a special kind of skill to be able to set up a story so well that while you do make predictions about what’s going to happen, it still shocks you when you realize you’re right. Cannot wait to see the absolute mess that will be the final book, with Rudjek/Arrah vs. Daho… and the drama it will bring now that the Orishas realize that Arrah is Dimma’s reincarnation.

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Companions React To Sole Giving Them A Present

ADA: When presented with an entire "spa-day" of sorts by Sole as a thank you, Ada was...shocked. She was presented with every kind of oil, paint, and polish that she could think of. Sole told their companion that it meant a lot to them that she decided to stick around after avenging her old boss. She was free to use the workbench whenever she wanted to, to apply whatever she wanted to. Ada didn't know what to say. She hummed in the way she does when she's indicating a smile. "Thank you Sole."

CAIT: What better present to give their rough and tough friend than a nearly new customized super sledge? Sole held it out to her while Cait could just look with her jaw on the floor in disbelief. Sike smiled smugly at rendering her speechless. "Go ahead and take it. It's getting heavy." Cait didn't need to be told twice. She snatched it from her friend's grasp and swung it around a couple of times to get a feel for it. "This is amazing! Where d'ya get it?" Sole shrugged. "Off of a gunner captain who didn't know how to use it right, and I knew just the person that could use it properly." They finished with a wink. Cait turned around with an almost manic look on her face and happily exclaimed, "I'm gonna go kill something. Don't wait up." Sole laughed. "Wouldn't dream of it."

CODSWORTH: Sole's faithful robot butler wasn't big on material items, but that wouldn't stop them from trying to get him the best present ever. And after many weeks of trial and error with a certain bedroom safe, they finally got it. But when they presented it to Codsy, he was confused, they knew he would be. He had plenty of bowler hats already anyway. "Sir/Madame... I truly appreciate everything you give me, but I don't think I need any more hats..." Sole tried and failed to surprise their smile. "Ah, but this isn't just any old bowler hat Codsy, this belonged to me/my husband. It's been cooped up in that safe with the rest of our nice clothes, but I finally cracked it. I wanted you to have it to remind you that no matter what, you'll always be apart of my family." If Codsworth could cry he would. He settled for his "crying voice" and loudly saying thank you while trying his best to hug Sole. They just let him go through it while patting his head and hugging him proper.

CURIE: As a scientist first and foremost, Curie was always interested in animals. But Sole knew that she also really really loved them. And they seemed to live her right back. She was like a modern day snow white or something, but at least that made it easy to decide what to give her for being such a good friend all this time. As soon as they held up the bunny, Curie grabbed it and started cooking over it in that famous baby voice of hers that gets even angry deathclaws to calm down. "Awwwww. Aren't you just precious! Mon dieu! You need a name! What about Cotton Tail? Or Koo Koo?" This went on for some time and Sole was just watching her, endeared to no ends by one of their best friends. It took a little while before Curie even remembered that they were there at all. "Oh I am so sorry!" She gave them a quick hug, careful not to squish the bunny in-between them. "Merci beaucoup mlle/m! I must go and tend to this little darling." She started to leave in a hurry to get everything prepared for her new little friend and waved bye to Sole. They knew she'd react that way, and they were glad she liked it so much.

DANSE: Being a synth was wearing down Danse. Sole and everyone else could see. He wouldn't eat or sleep, and he would hardly move for days. Everyone did what they could, but nothing seemed to help. But that little detail couldn't stop Sole from trying. They made a meal with all of Danse's favourite foods, deathclaw steak topped with muttfruit puree and a side of mashed potatoes, courtesy of their mutual friend, The Lone Wanderer. All Danse did for a long time was just stare silently at his food until Sole insisted he started eating. He broke down crying. "It doesn't matter! It wouldn't be real! My enjoyment, my full stomach, even these tears are fake! Just a program put in me. Nothing about me is real." Sole was heart broken to see their friend in this state. They hugged their friend and walked him through some breathing exercises until he calmed down enough for them to speak. "Don't say that Danse. You hurt, feel, and cry just like any other human. All your feelings are 100 percent genuine and if anyone says anything otherwise, they'll have to go through me!" Sole puffed out their chest and tried to look as tough as possible, which forced a laugh out of Danse. Even after crying, he still looked tougher than them. But he gets what they were going at. He pulls them in for a hug, his tears finally having dried up. "Thanks Sole. You're the best friend I got. Thanks to you I'm alive and thanks to your kindness I think I want to stay that way."

DEACON: There's not much that comes to mind when it comes to personal details on Deacon. He doesn't reveal much thanks to both his job and insecurities. There is one thing that they're sure of however. That Deacon really loves pranks. Or he just does them so much and laughs with such glee to completely fool everybody. Either way, he's gonna love his gift. If his laughing and hugs have anything to do with it, a prank kit really was the right idea. Sole gives themself a mental fistbumb and start brainstorming ideas with Deacon right away. This might start a prank war between everyone, but at least they'll have fun before Piper kills them all for replacing her shampoo bottle with a dead rat for the third time. Deacon and Sole snicker at that idea.

DOGMEAT: No dog will say no to anything you give them, especially not post-apocalypse dogs. So it's not very hard to spoil a dog, and boy is Dogmeat spoiled. With no shortage of wild, aggressive animals, he always gets fresh cuts of meat instead of kibble bits and bones to chew on. When they can, Sole collects bone marrow from deathclaws, arguably the best part, and dries them into dog treats for their dog. He can come and go as he pleases, but he'll always come to sleep next to Sole on their bed at night. He is their favourite person after all.

GAGE: Gage always seemed jealous that Sole had a dog and he didn't. He always dreamed about fighting alongside an utmost loyal companion that he could spoil rotten when they're not out killing things. After finding a beautiful pitti mutt scavenging on the outskirts of Nuka-World, Sole bought the information on when Gage's birthday is from the Operators, thankful that it was soon because they don't think they could keep the dog a secret for long. On his birthday, Sole brought in the dog and despite both parties' nervousness, they took to each other quite nicely. Gage started crying when she finally let him pet her. "Never tell anyone about today or I'll kill ya. Also... Thanks boss." Sole just laughed. "No promises."

HANCOCK: The only suitable present for a guy as wild as Hancock would be something as equally as wild. And what's better than a completely unhinged party with all the best booze and chems and closest friends? In the end, about 50 different people from all over the wasteland, including The Lone Wanderer and some of their friends from the Capitol Wasteland came to the party. It was the best the world's ever seen and by the end of it, Hancock was clinging to Sole drunken and high, telling them that they're the greatest thing that's ever happened to him and he's never been luckier to have such an amazing best friend.

MACCREADY: For such a scruffy looking guy, MacCready had a lot of caps saved up. He bought tons of stuff for his son and any other kid he comes across and wasn't lacking in necessities but there was one thing MacCready couldn't readily get with caps. And that was comic books. No one sold them, and a lot burned up or otherwise disenegrated during the last 200 years or so. Thankfully, Sole's collection of mint condition, first editions were still in tip top order when they dug them out of the safe they had burried a lifetime ago. They knew MacCready would flip when he saw their collection and they were right. He almost didn't believe that Sole would let him read these whenever he wanted. (as long as he washedhis hands first)

PIPER: Sole had never been short on caps after opening Nuka World back up to non sociopathic killers. It was about time to spend some of their excess wealth on one of their best friends. All Piper wanted was to expose the truth and give a better life to her sister. Sole decided that the sisters deserved something good. When Nat's birthday came around, Sole took her and Piper to a trip to the Capitol Wasteland where all the fancy clothing stores are. They let both of them pick whatever they wanted and introduced them to Lone while they were at it. Nat was in awe. She's heard stories about the famous Lone Wanderer, but to actually meet them up close? Was a dream come true. On the long trek back home, while they were setting up camp for the night, Piper came up to Sole and hugged them. "Thanks Blue. My sister hasn't had this much of a good time in a long, long while." Sole smiled at her. "Anytime Pipes."

PRESTON: Anyone who has spent 5 minutes with Preston knows that if asked what he would want for a gift, he would just say, "More food and water for the Commonwealth's people." If you haven't left within the next few minutes because he's asked you one to many times to help a settlement out, then you would know that he is completely genuine about it. He's just that kind of person. Enters Sole, who has absolutely no clue what to give him, so far he has been the hardest one to gift something too. 'If it was a material thing, he'd just donate it, so that's out. What about...? No. Too much excitement for him. He'd have a heart attack. Oh! I got it! I'll take him to Nuka World!" After liberating the raider base and giving it back to the settlers, Sole enlisted some help and fixed almost everything enough so that it wouldn't collapse immediately. Rollercoasters didn't phase Sole much, but the real entertainment was watching Preston's reactions to every loop or swirl that a coaster made. They don't think they've ever heard a man scream that high in their life. At the end of the day, Preston was smiling and couldn't seem to stop. "This is probably the best day of my life, thank you so much General!" Sole knows that feeling of excitement of being at an amusement park for the first time. "No problem Preston. It was my pleasure."

STRONG: Sole knew strong genuinely liked poetry even though he doesn't know how to read all too well. So when they found a cache of poetry books, Sole was quick to invite Strong so that they could read some to him. Needless to say, he didn't exactly like the idea of sitting still for a long time, but relented when they threw in a glass of brahmin milk as an incentive. To everyone's surprise, Strong actually really enjoyed himself, often acting out some of the more violent - and in his opinion, the best - scenes by himself. Sometimes the others would join in on their poetry reading nights and it would be a great time all around.

VALENTINE: Sole has been wanting to get Nick something since visiting Far Harbour an meeting DiMA. Today, they finally got together all the parts and are ready to present it to him. Nick I taken aback when he sees the storage room filled with memory hard drives just like the on this brother has. "Kid...I don't know what to say." Sole pats their friend on the back. "Don't think anything of it. I know how worried you are about forgetting important things. Like your friends..." They trail off for a bit like they were afraid of the exact same thing, but continue in a much more chipper voice. "This will make sure you don't! You can pick and choose memories you want to back up so it won't be clogged with how to make a brahmin steak or something useless like that. It was tough to get together, but definitely worth it." Nick smiles at Sole. "You're the kindest person I've ever met, you know that kid? And I know Preston!"

X6-88: X6 likes cats. X6 doesn't like dogs. What about reptiles? Hopefully he'll at least take care of it. "Dammit Lone! Always giving me weird things... It's fine. When you think about it, this tamed deathclaw that I'm currently dragging by a leash is just a really big chameleon. . I had one when I was young. They're friendly, and cute, and are funny cause they hold on to little swords and the like when you hand it to them-" The deathclaw snorts and Sole can clearly feel it's breath on the back of their head. "Yep. Nevermind. This is not going to work. I gotta get rid of this thing." When they get to X6's house, a little ways past Sanctuary's borders - he prefers being alone - they're met with the most surprise they have ever seen on their friend's usually stoic face. Sure, all X6 is doing at the moment is raising his eyebrows but it's not usually that high. He just silently waits, obviously waiting for this decidedly crazy person to say something. Sole coughs nervously. "Um... Surprise?" X6 just keeps staring, compelling them to keep speaking. "It-It was a gift, all right? I couldn't say no, I actually think he's kind of cute, but u do not trust myself to not accidentally get killed, but I don't want to just murder it without it giving me a reason ya know? It's perfectly tame though! My friend keeps one as well and they're not dead yet!" X6 releases a sigh. "Sir/ma'am. Why did you think I would want to take care of a giant lizard that may or may not try to kill me in my sleep?" Sole started scratching the back of their head and looking anywhere but at him. More nervous ticks. "Honestly you're the only person I can think of that could handle a deathclaw as a pet. Please~~~ X? It's kinda cute once you get past the razor sharp teeth and claws." They looked up at him with hopeful eyes and X6 sighed once more. "... Fine. Only because it's you. Having a trained deathclaw would be useful to have around too I suppose." Sole's whole demeanor lit up. They leaped foward and hugged their friend. "Thanks X! I knew I could count on you!" The courser rolled his eyes slightly, but despite what he was showing, he was actually rather excited about having a pet deathclaw. It sounded...fun. He pat his friend on the head. "Anytime Sole."

This was actually requested by @mysticfaust ! Their patience knows no bounds considering I think they sent that prompt in a year ago. I hope you see this and enjoy it! It's the first thing I've written in a while so I may be a little rusty, but there are some parts I genuinely like.

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lyz-fics · 5 years

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Bakugou X FEM! Reader: Melancholy Nostalgia

Hey Guys! Lyz Here!

Angsty Bakugou X Reader anyone? Welp… SIKE I don’t care what you think, it was requested so I’m writing for my blasty boii.

Word Count: 1,829 Words

Warning: SFW - But Angsty

Summary: Bumping into someone you used to know, really you want to know if they have changed at all since you last saw them but… it might be best not to but you can’t help yourself. Will they be pleased to know that you haven’t changed either?

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You were taking the train home. It was the end of the day, and the train was nothing less than packed to the brim with workers and other students who were just trying to make their way home. The train was making you sway at every stop as more and more people were getting onto the train to get home. The only thing on your mind was getting home, and at this moment your eyes were glued to your phone. Reading through the news to see why the train was taking so long. While scrolling aimlessly, you discovered there had been a villain attack so all the trains had been delayed and you would have to get off at the next stop.

Letting out a sigh, you shoved your phone into your backpack and pushed your way to the door, muttering sorries as you went. You eagerly waited for the train to stop at the approaching station. As the doors opened, you were immediately pushed through to the station as a wave of people tried their best to get out of the way, or in your case, take every step that could possibly get in your way. Being pushed around even more, it was no surprise that you bumped into even more people than usual. Finally bumping into someone hard enough to rattle you, you had to start really apologizing to the man in front of you.

Shaking your head, you redeemed yourself from your confusion and looked up at the man in front of you. You started apologizing before you could even take a proper look at him. Bringing your eyes up, you first noticed his spiky blonde hair, how it fell just above his eyes – his red, fiery eyes. Eyes that bore into his soul, eyes that you remembered – vaguely remembered.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The blonde man yelled, glaring at you with his fiery eyes. “You could've-,” but his words caught as he stared down at you. Tilting his head past your (H/L)-length (H/C) hair, he caught the smallest glimpse into your glazed (E/C) orbs.

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His mind was racing as he started to slowly recall memories from his childhood. Running through the forest with his gang of stooges as Deku ran behind him – he felt like he was really inside that memory as he turned around to see a smiling face running beside him. This girl, running beside him, (H/C) hair blowing in the wind as it crossed her face.

“Kacchan,” a little Izuku yelled as he ran at the back of the pack, “(N/N), I can't run that fast.”

“Hurry Izuku, we can’t wait for you,” the girl yelled, as she cocked her head back. Running faster now this little girl passed him, spinning on her heel she turned to face the boy behind her and jumped towards him. Shouts of laughter dimmed as Bakugou was forcibly thrown back to reality – back to the dirty station he was standing in.

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“Sorry, Sir,” you mumbled as you started to turn and walk off.

Bakugou snapped straight out of his gaze just seconds after you finished talking but by this time people had crowded around you enough to make the distance between you two seem like forever. His palm went straight to his head as he let out a low groan to express his disappointment in himself. Looking down, he noticed that something must have fallen off of your bag as there was a small keychain laying on the floor. He took it without hesitation and ran after you.

Now it was your turn for your head to spin. You remembered all the times you would spend with him.

~ ~ ~

“Don’t get in my way idiot,” Bakugou yelled as he pushed you out of his way, “Just because you can run faster than me doesn’t make up for the fact that you still don’t have a quirk.” Falling to the floor, you waited for that blonde jerk to pass you before you wiped your eyes of the falling tears and got up again. You needed to stay strong, you needed to be kind, even to those who may not deserve your kindness.

“(N/N)?” A small boy asked. Turning around to smile at him you walked up to him, giving his hair a small ruffle before you turned and started running with Bakugou again.

~ ~ ~

Slowly being pulled back into reality with the nudging from everyone around you, you could finally hear his voice calling after you. Your head was spinning; you could hear the voices from your childhood yelling at you while you also could hear his voice in reality, calling after you in a sweeter but still gruff tone. You stopped where you stood to spot the blonde, but there was no hope among the never-ending sea of people. Turning in your spot, you got quite a scare when the boy pushed through from behind you.

Bakugou had no idea what he was going to say to you when he caught up to you. To be honest, he hadn't thought that far ahead. So he just went with whatever came out of his mouth, “(Y/N), Uhhh……you dropped this…” not a good start but still, “be more careful next time, idiot.”

“Yeah,” you were stunned, he really hadn't changed, had he? Still the same, but either way you had to be better, be kind, be nice. “Thank you,” you smiled at him as you walked off again before he could say anything else.

Bakugou walked off confused; he couldn’t imagine that you were still the same person from years ago. That same little girl, outgoing in every other way and the kindest person there. As much as his brain tried to wander it always came back to you. He was intrigued, confused, how could you still be the same person he had been with all those years ago?

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Bakugou sat at his desk, it was the end of the day and he had just finished his homework and he was ready for a good night's rest before school tomorrow. School, how to get to school, train, train station, people, you. His mind always wandered back to you and it made him furious. Why couldn’t he get you out of his mind? Throwing his head back, he pushed his chair away from his desk and trudged over to his bed to lay down. Throwing himself onto the bed, he let out a sigh as he relaxed into his pillow and drifted away.

~ ~ ~

Once again he was running through the forest with his stooges. You were running beside him – like the memory he had seen at the train station, but it was different. It felt like he was watching the memory play over now and not actually in the memory like before.

He watched as you ran, running faster now, jumping in front of him, as he started to remember more and more. He watched as he pushed you to the side and yelled at you. He tried to yell at himself, trudging through the river below him to grab himself, he had no idea why he was trying to protect you – he just had this urge that he had to follow. He reached out but his hand went straight through the mirror image of himself and disappeared. He watched himself walk off, starting to push his goons around again. He watched the small girl before him, falling to her knees as tears rolled past her cheeks and landed on her hands. Eyes flicking from the careless boy that was continuing to run with his goons without a care in the world, and this small fragile figure that was sitting on the grass. You watched as she wiped her eyes and started running again, so fragile yet so fearless.

~ ~ ~

Bakugou was thrown awake forcibly. He was panting as he sat up in his bed, he was hot, sweaty and he was disturbed by what he had just seen. Was he really like that to her as a child? Oh, God! What had he been doing to you?

He held his head in his hands as he listened to the room go silent around him, only the faint sound of his breathing filling the empty space. He took a deep breath in and held it but the breathing around him continued. His head shot straight up to find the source of the breathing but he became cautious as he saw a figure outside of his window. The window was held open with a pole and the figure was sitting at the ledge with their whole body out of the window.

Turning himself to face the window, he could see the shadow of your hair blow in the wind. He called for you, and you turned to face him, but he was shocked by what he saw. He saw the tears streaming down your face, your eyelashes wet from crying, eyes red from being rubbed, and your skin paler than usual. He ran out of bed to go to you and he reached out, but you disappeared right in front of him. Your body had dissolved as it did in his dream. As he turned around, wondering where you had gone, he fell. He turned and he could see you reaching out of his window for his hand; he was the one falling off the ledge now.

He awoke with a start and this time tears pricked at the edges of his eyes. All this pain he felt when he looked at you, did he really put you all through that? All this pain and you were still making an effort to play nice with him. What the hell has he done?

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Days passed and Bakugou took the train every day after that encounter with you. Every day he wished even more that he could see you again. See you again but he had no idea what he was going to say. He didn’t have even the faintest clue about what he was going to say to you. He took the train to and from school every day but he never saw you. In the back of his mind, he was worried that you remembered those things too and you had finally had enough and you… you… oh god, he couldn’t bear to think of something like that.

Ripped from his thoughts, this time he was the one to bump into someone. Keeping his head low, he apologized and tried to continue walking, but he couldn’t take two steps before he turned to face the stranger before him.

“Yeah,” a girl's voice echoed in his head, “Nice seeing you too, Bud.” Tears pricked his eyes once again as he looked at the girl before him.

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bruciewayne · 5 years

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stevetony post-avengers, 2012 era, getting together, fluff, 2.2k

for ‘steve rogers’ on @iron-man-bingo

At first, Tony didn’t know what to think of Steve Rogers. Actually, that’s a bald-faced lie. He knew exactly what to think of him; arrogant, pigheaded, stubborn, and of course, nothing like the stories. At all. But apparently, he’s been under the influence of Loki’s sceptre (yeah, that guy from Norse mythology who fucked a horse (Tony’d went on a week-long wiki-venture in the middle of writing his thesis. It’d been a tough time.)), so it didn’t count, he’d apologised after.

They did say ‘never meet your heroes’ after all.

When he was younger, he was so sure that if he ever got to meet Captain America he’d hug him, thank him for his service. When he grew up, he promised himself that if they ever found him, he would deck his probably-perfect teeth. Adult-Tony does neither.

Adult-Tony keeps his distance. He so badly wants to punch him, because of everything his father said, but he feels as though he should wait until he has actual, reasonable grounds to punch him, things he’s done, not what his father did. The fact that his face would most likely break his hand also factors into his decision of simply shaking his hand when they part ways.

They’ve had a couple of small, quiet moments, mostly amidst battle, that make Tony think that maybe he’s not an asshole, and maybe he could get to know him, but at the end of the day, Tony really doesn’t know what to think of him, he’s good in the field, he’s a good leader, but outside of that, he doesn’t really know him. At all.

Thanks to dear old Nick, that changes, fast.

Well, about half a year after New York, maybe a month after his whole Mandarin/Killian. He spends the time ‘bettering himself’ and getting on and out and back in and then permanently out of a relationship with Pepper. On one hand, he hasn’t been all too productive (making, then destroying dozens of suits cancels each other out, really), on the other, it makes him a prime target for Fury to shoot at.

“You told me the Initiative was scrapped,” Tony says. He can’t believe he actually went to SHIELD for this. He, by choice (like, 21% choice) went into SHIELD HQ, to talk to their resident pirate. About letting five strangers move into his tower.

“You assumed the Initiative was scrapped, assumptions just make an ass of you and me, Stark, you know that,” Fury says, evenly, “you have the space and the funds. Stark, you know that something like Loki is going to happen again, the best way to prepare for that is like this, all of you under one roof, learning to become a team.”

“Your little boyband saved New York, once, by the skin of our teeth, and now you want us to protect the word.”

“Your boyband, and you lot aren’t the only people in my phonebook. Look, all I want is for you to become a team, for the future,” Fury pushes a manila folder to Tony across the desk.

The Avenger’s Initiative

“Fine. You owe me,” Tony concedes, leaving the room. He doesn’t take the file.

Within a week, he has two more assassins under his roof, with the next he has another scientist (a biologist). It’s awkward, for a bit, everyone staying in their own corners, so to speak, until Agent Bart-- Hawke-- Clint proposes weekly movie nights (Tony just thinks that he wants an excuse to watch movies (they’re going to be very good friends)) and much of the awkwardness dissipates.

It’s fascinating really, they know each other so well on the field, they work seamlessly together, but put in a civvie, normal, situation, and now no one knows where to sit, but the movie night thing helps and everything just clicks. Tony thinks he has friends now.

Except there’s something, someone, missing.

He doesn’t even know why he wants him here so much, it’s not like they got super close or anything,the four of them click, and based on what Clint says, Thor would slip right in and he’d barely be here anyway (which is a shame, because Tony really wants to get his hands on that hammer), but none of them know their captain at all and Tony can’t help but look at the four of them and think there’s something missing.

“The god and the legend too good for us?” Tony asks Natasha one morning. She’s the most open and vulnerable she’s been ever since she started living here, maybe a month ago; she has messy hair and she’s wearing a hoodie at least two sizes too big. It might be Clint’s. Tony’s not going to think about it too much. (And if he wasn’t in fear of attack-via-butter-knife, he would call her cute.) Anyway, he’s asking her because she’s the one reporting to Fury at the end of every week, and out of her and Clint, she’s more likely to tell him something (Currently, Clint’s giving him the silent treatment for putting purple dye in his shampoo (he drew over Dum-E with glitter glue (He’ll never admit it but Dum-E likes it))).

She gives him a look he doesn’t really want to decode. “Thor’s dealing with his own stuff, off-world, and Rogers is still at SHIELD.”

Tony gives her a disbelieving look, surely the team captain should be with them, and not in a cinderblock room eating crappy food (Tony’s been to SHIELD HQ exactly once in his life and never in the residential areas or the cafeteria (In his defence, he’s not too far off)).

Looks like he’s going to be getting another stamp on his SHIELD loyalty card.

It doesn’t take much to find out where Rogers is, a little hacking tells him his apartment details and a little more gives his security camera access. Rogers is pitifully predictable, Tony watches what he did in the past week, cutting between days and decides he needs saving.

All he does is go to ‘class’ (some guy explaining something, probably everything that happened in the past 70 years, while he takes notes. Captain America takes handwritten notes. (He should mention that he has godawful handwriting (Maybe Tony enhanced the image out of curiosity, but only JARVIS knows that and he’s well aware of the national ‘no snitching’ policy), he should also mention that he’s a doodler. Tony’s far happier than maybe he should be to find that he has a flaw - not so perfect now, huh Dad?)) and the gym (maybe he’s untouchable but damn Tony really wants to touch those muscles) and that’s it. He also leaves for hours at a time, only at night, and Tony could probably find where he goes, but SHIELD most definitely already does, and he thinks the guy deserves a little privacy from him (He leaves when the sun sets and comes back when it rises and looks the exact same. Not particularly suspicious until you realise that it means that he doesn’t sleep. Not Tony’s problem - he probably has therapists anyway.). He’s going through the motions, head down, quiet, Tony doesn’t think that he’s seen him smile the entire week.

JARVIS tells him that the sun sets in just under 20 minutes. He takes the suit.

“Going anywhere?”

“What the-- Mr. Stark?”

Tony’s always enjoyed the dramatics. He steps out of the shadows, still in the suit but with the helmet off, to face Rogers, legs straddling motorbike.

“Eh, call me Tony,” he says, casually leaning against a concrete pillar. God, the SHIELD garage is depressing. SHIELD is depressing.

Rogers still looks confused. And ready to book it straight out. “Anything I can do for you?”

“Come live with me.” Tony’s been told that statements usually make people do what he wants, instead of questions, and this statement is to a living legend, the Great American Hero. Telling him to live with him.

Rogers looks even more confused, “I already have a place?” He says, like even he’s not too sure.

“Fury didn’t tell you? Everyone has to live in Stark, well, Avenger’s now, Tower. For team bonding or something. In all honesty, I think he just wanted to get Legolas off his back, so to speak.” When in doubt, talk.

“Legolas?” Rogers still looks confused, but under it, there’s excitement, or proudness, or something, like he’s trying to tamp it down.

“Yeah, archer from Lord of the Rings, sequel--”

“To The Hobbit!”

Tony expected many things from him, straight up refusal was one of them, but not excitement at the Hobbit. If he couldn’t easily throw Tony a city block, he might have called him cute. (Whatever, he’s goddamn adorable, okay?)

“Yeah, kid,” he says, voice softening of it’s own volition. He clears his throat before he says anything more.

Rogers smiles at him, small and shy, and fiddles with something on his bike. “Were you, were you serious?” He looks at Tony likes he’s expecting him to pull the rug, yell ‘Sike!’ and fly away cackling.

“Yeah, you were meant to be there since the beginning,” Tony wishes that he has that file, from so many weeks ago, just to prove to him, ‘Look, you’re meant to be with us’. Fuck, a couple months ago he was ready and willing to punch this guy in the face and now he wants to wrap him in a million blankets and make him marathon the extended versions of the Tolkien-verse movies until he’s happy.

He’s going to be having words with Fury.

“Oh,” he says, like he never really considered that, “when can I move in?”

“Now’s always good,” Tony replies, challenging him with a raised eyebrow - ‘now’ means breaking out of SHIELD, ‘now’ means no more lectures from SHIELD personnel.

Rogers brightens up, it’s not much, but a 0.2V lamp in a basement seems like a quasar. (And if it makes Tony himself happy, to see him like this, well, no one has to know.)

“Let me get my stuff,” he swings off the bike and that should not be as attractive as it is. Bikers never really interested Tony, but there’s something about this one in front of him.

Tony comes with him, still in the suit, because he has to see his cinderblock in real life - hopefully the camera made it worse?

The camera did not make it worse. It takes him under five minutes to pack, and everything can fit in a standard backpack.

By the time they get back to the garage, Tony learns a couple things: 1. He knows what the internet is, and enjoys it, 2. The lessons are going incredibly slowly and he watched some Youtube videos and went on Wikipedia and already knows everything they’re telling him (they’re at the 70s and they skipped the formation of Queen), and finally, Steve Rogers, not Captain America, because in that short five minute walk he’s learnt so much about the man behind the mask he’s determined to never let him be forced behind it again, Steve Rogers is a nerd, a geek and a little shit.

And lonely. So fucking lonely. They pass so many people, walk straight through the canteen, twice, and while, yes, they get some double-takes (mostly baby agents (they’ll grow out of it)), no one says hi, or waves, or greets them or anything, even the guy who Tony recognises as Steve’s ‘teacher’ doesn’t say anything when they pass by in front of him.

He’s entirely untouchable, a living legend, Tony gets that, hell, even though that ten minutes ago, but under all that, under the fanfare and the applause and the costume, he’s a person, curious, bright, intelligent, funny, flawed. He wishes more people knew that.

“So, how fast can that new-fangled suit of yours go, Mr. Stark?” Steve asks putting on an ‘old Brooklyn’ accent and tilting his head and scanning it up and down as he straddles the bike again, bag on his shoulders.

“Fast enough,” Tony replies narrowing his eyes.

He grins. Bright and unabashed and it’s wonderful, but Tony only gets to see a second of it because he’s whipping out of the garage, yelling “Race you,” over his shoulder.

Tony’s laughing as he engages the suit, snapping up the helmet and following hot on his heels.

(They tie (4. Steve Rogers drives like a madman), shaking on a rematch.)

((It’s the happiest Steve’s been in the new century, in his life.))

It takes them a while. It takes them so fucking long even the new baby (practically foetus) agents are done with their shit.

It takes years of longing looks and brushed hands and secret smiles and quiet nights and flirty one liners and compliments, but eventually, eventually, Tony admits to the torrent of butterflies that inhabit his insides whenever he even looks at Steve and he kisses him, grinning so goddamn bright Tony’s positive his heart is going to burst.

“You gave me a home,” Steve admits quietly to him. Tony can’t see his face like this, in his arms, but he can kiss the side of his neck, hopefully communicating more than he ever could with words. Steve gets it.

“You make me happy,” Tony says, simply, into his skin, holding tighter.

(They tie the knot three years after that (the baby-- toddler agents yell Mrs. Rogers to Tony and Mr. Stark to Steve for a month straight (Tony doesn’t think too hard about the implications)))

((It’s the happiest Tony’s been in his life.))

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sanktnikolais · 5 years

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Finding the Right One (Part III)

PART I PART II PART III

Summary: The deal is on. But apparently, the results are as expected. Just like always.

Word count: 5751

Surprisingly, it was Zoya who first who came up with someone a few days later, much to Nikolai’s chagrin. It was on a Friday as he was having a quick snack in the cafeteria, alone, before his next class, all because his schedule granted him straight agony up until seven.

The raven-haired woman suddenly came up to his table at the far corner of the area, and he almost did a double-take and squinted at her above his glasses to check if it was really her.

She was wearing her usual plain gray shirt over her fitted jeans and combat boots, and he was sure that this woman could pull off any outfit and still look better than anyone around her.

“Carveya. After your last class,” Zoya said simply, as if she were presenting him an ultimatum, and he had no choice but to comply. She narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t come late, Lantsov.”

Nikolai flashed her a grin. “You’re that eager to sell me off, truffle?”

“If you put it that way, then yes.”

“Harsh.”

“Honest.”

He chuckled lightly before taking a sip of the coffee in the cup, and he noticed that his hand was shaking a little. Had he been taking in too much caffeine these days? Probably, Nikolai thought as he set the cup down. “Alright, sure. Anything for you.”

Zoya scowled at him, and Nikolai had to laugh at the familiarity of it. Her expression then changed to a puzzled one. “By the way, don’t you have class?” she asked, glancing at her watch. “It’s already five minutes past one.”

Nikolai sputtered, pushing up his glasses too hard back to his eyes. “What?”

He was ready to bolt up from his seat—unfinished coffee be damned—and already went to grab his bag beside him. The time must have been warped because he didn’t notice that so much time had passed since he came here. But when he glanced over on his own watch, it only showed 12:53, and he swore he heard Zoya bark out a laugh as he did.

What in the world—

“Sike.”

Nikolai recoiled back because he was absolutely horrified that she just pulled off a prank on him and laughed. And even said sike.

Zoya Nazyalensky and laughing were rarely on good terms, so it was always a surprise whenever it happened, and Nikolai wasn’t sure how to react or feel over it.

“Wait,” he said slowly, holding a hand up, “who are you and what did you do to my Zoya?”

“Revenge for the one you did a few days ago.” She gave him a light tap on the shoulder. “After your last class, alright? I’ll beat you if I learn you didn’t show up.”

The university’s Storm turned to leave and Nikolai was left to stare off at her retreating form, the horrified look never leaving his face. Now he definitely knew why Ravka named her the Storm.

Because she was just as unpredictable and could surely leave you breathless.

As much as he was confident as he was witty, Nikolai still found himself hesitating to approach the table that Zoya had reserved under her name. He could already expect that it was probably someone he knew—or heard of, at least—because he and Zoya mostly had the same circle since their senior years.

Swallowing his uneasiness, Nikolai made his way to the same table he had been a few days ago and put the best grin he had on his face, only to stop abruptly when he finally arrived at the table and saw whom he was meeting with.

There were a million questions running in his head as of the moment, but the most mentioned were the words how and why.

Nikolai opened his mouth, and closed it again. He seemed to repeat the same deed for a few times because, apparently, the shock overwhelmed him too much. “Linnea?” he asked, though he definitely knew that it was her.

Her hair had gotten quite a bit longer than when he last saw it, and probably lost a little weight. But there was no denying it.

It’s his sister.

“Nick?” the other blonde said back, an eyebrow raised.

There was a long silence as the siblings looked at each other, and it was only broken when Nikolai gave a loud laugh. “Now this is awkward.”

“Yeah, it sure is. But quite funny, I’d say,” Linnea replied, and she gestured at the seat in front of her. “Well, since you’re here anyway, can you tell me how in the world did you know Zoya?”

Nikolai deadpanned as he moved to sit on the chair, raising a brow back to his sister. “I could ask you the same question, little missy.”

Linnea huffed. “Oh, please. You’re barely a year older than me, brother dear,” she shot back, crossing her arms as if she were challenging him.

“Getting wittier, aren’t we?”

“I’ve had my time.”

Nikolai chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. It’s been a while since he last saw his sister—half-sister—and the last update he had heard from her at least a year ago, was that she had left her old town for an apartment much nearer to her university, and Nikolai never got the chance to ask where she had been staying at.

Their family ties had always been complicated—with Nikolai and Linnea sharing the same father when his mother had an apparent affair with the man, which was the reason why Nikolai grew up suffering in the middle of the conflict.

He was usually sent back and forth to his mother or his father’s authority to stay for an indefinite amount of time. But unfortunately, some from both sides either hated him or didn’t care about him, all for the reason that he was the fruit of an unfaithful deed, and he grew tired of his scenario, the restlessness in his mind developing in the process that eventually contributed to his sleeping disorder.

It was only Linnea who didn’t “unlike” him and told him that she understood that it wasn’t his fault.

Up until now, Nikolai supposed that he probably owed it to his sister for making his childhood a little more bearable.

“How did you know her again?” Nikolai repeated his question, curiosity now taking over his mind as he imagined his sister and Zoya being friends. It didn’t result to a wonderful thought. “Because seriously, I still can’t believe you know her.”

Linnea shrugged. “She’d been my gym buddy for a few months already when I started doing exercises. She was already a regular at the place I go to.”

Nikolai tried to push the images of Zoya working out away from his mind. He chuckled lightly. “Small world.”

“It just came to me that you’re probably the blond one she’d been talking about that exasperates her in the university.” The devil gave a laugh, and Nikolai narrowed his eyes. “It’s even funnier to know that it’s most definitely you.”

“Wow, you’re saying that to your own brother?”

“Knowing you, you’re the only one that exasperating enough, and I can’t blame her.”

Nikolai laughed. “Fair enough.”

“So,” Linnea leaned forward, hands clasped in front of her and a sly grin evident on her face, “are you going to tell me how you two know each other?”

“Why am I sensing that you wouldn’t stop asking until you knew the whole story?”

The other blonde only grinned. “You know me well, Nick.”

Nikolai did end up telling his sister the whole story, though he left out some vivid details of a certain kick on the shoulder that left him paralyzed to the ground due to both impact and shock, and a scolding right after. It never was selfish to leave some dignity for himself.

More than an hour later, he offered to drop her off the apartment complex she had been staying at, and Nikolai thought that the world could never be smaller until they stopped in front of the building.

“You know what, I’m starting to believe that our world is smaller than I imagined it to be,” Nikolai said, eyeing the same building where he had driven Zoya last Monday. His face contorted in disbelief. “Seriously, what the hell?”

“Maybe you two are the ones fated for one another,” Linnea said as they both stepped inside the lobby.

“Tell her that, and you’d probably never see the sunrise again.”

“Oh, good. I’ll try this Sunday.”

Nikolai put a hand to his temple. There was probably nothing that could deny them of being siblings because she was definitely showing the same wits that Nikolai had, and it was also then that he realized how Zoya must have been controlling herself to not strangle him.

“Perhaps you should give her a visit and tell her about this.”

He contemplated about the idea for a moment, and decided that he should tell her about the first attempt that led to a failure of their deal. “Finally, you said something that made sense.”

“Coming from you?”

They got into the elevator in the hall at the left side of the lobby, the lift empty except for the siblings. Linnea punched in the number to her floor, while Nikolai pressed the one to Zoya’s. The bearings operating the elevator gave a groan, and it started to ascend.

“Dad’s been quite upset lately,” Linnea started, breaking the silence between them. “I haven’t been able to visit him for a while, and he had been asking about you as well.”

Nikolai gave a huff. “Tell me about it.”

“He really asked about you, Nick. I understand that you might not want to see him now, but at least tell me you will eventually.”

It was unfair for her to be asking him that kind of favor, but Nikolai realized that perhaps he’d been unfair to their father for the past years as well, and he didn’t want that.

As much as Nikolai wanted to cut off ties with people he knew, the bigger part of him would always come back to them no matter the pain they had given him, and he sometimes wished he never had that kind of person within him.

He gave a loud sigh, and just like that, he was pushing his selfish attitude away and he was left vulnerable again. “Alright, I will,” he replied, and quickly added, “but at my own time.”

Linnea smiled. “That’s good enough for me.”

The elevator sounded and they finally arrived at his sister’s floor. Linnea got out of the lift, and turned back to face him.

“You do realize that you like Zoya, right?”

She might as well have axed him down on the spot, and Nikolai was sure that he looked like someone dropped a bomb in front of him. The conversation took a sudden sharp turn and he was left gaping at her, his eyes wide. He was definitely not expecting that kind of question. “What?”

Linnea laughed, waving a hand in goodbye as the doors began to close. “I’ll see you around, brother dear,” were the last words she said and she gave him a smirk before it shut completely and Nikolai was left staring at his reflection projected by the doors.

He had the same bewildered expression even as the doors finally opened to Zoya’s floor, and he quickly stepped out. The words seemed to repeat in his head, and he had to curse his sister for catching him off guard with that.

The little devil would probably be celebrating tonight for finally outwitting her older brother.

Nikolai stopped in front of Zoya’s door at the end of the hall, and he was reminded of the last time he had been here at least a month ago, when he had to bring home a very drunk Zoya and make sure she didn’t trash her own place while she was in that state. He would never forget the agony of half-dragging and half-carrying the raven-haired through the length of the hall just to get to her door.

He rang the bell, but then he was suddenly hesitating if he was supposed to be here. He had at least a few more seconds to decide whether to make a run for it or—

The door opened, and Nikolai almost jumped in shock. Whatever he was thinking about flew out of his mind when Zoya appeared on the doorway in her black tank top and sweatpants, the perfect arch of her brows drawn tightly together as she frowned.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, inclining her head over the doorframe to look through the hallway. She opened her door wider and stepped aside, an invitation for him to come in. “Aren’t you supposed to be at Carveya?”

Nikolai recovered from his shock with a slight jolt. “It’s done, actually.” He brushed past her and made his way inside her apartment.

The place was a bit small—definitely smaller than the one he was staying at—but he always felt at home whenever he came in here. It was possibly the neat arrangement of her things on the study table at the right side of the living room. Or the books that lined her shelf beside it. Or the perfect view of the downtown expanse from her balcony window. Or just the place itself.

He slumped down on the couch, resting his head on the backrest, his eyes closed. It was only then he felt another wave of tiredness seep through his bones and the comfortable feel of the sofa was definitely helping sleep to invade his senses. The past week’s worth of exhaustion was slowly coming up to bite him.

“You didn’t come here for another sleepover, did you?” Zoya’s voice echoed through the living room, and he felt a strong flick on his forehead, causing him to snap his eyes open with a protest and giving her a glare from upside down. “You know, you still haven’t answered any of my questions yet.”

Nikolai wrinkled his nose as he rubbed a hand on the sore spot on his forehead. “Actually, I did answer one,” he replied, adjusting his position on the couch and resting his head on the armrest instead. He removed his glasses and set them down on the coffee table. “No, I didn’t come here for a sleepover. But I could consider that idea, your couch is definitely inviting me to sleep.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Oh, you know, just being the protective person I am and dropping off Linnea back to her place.”

Zoya gave him a puzzled look and sat on the backrest of the couch, staring down at him. The dim light of the room only made her eyes glow a more vibrant blue, and Nikolai had to look away. “Then aren’t you supposed to be there?”

Nikolai sighed and put an arm over his eyes. “Well, my sister told me to pay you a visit since you two live in the same apartment complex.” He shrugged. “I only heeded her advice.”

There was a long silence after that, and he was aware that Zoya was still processing what he just said. He could picture her bewildered expression in his head, and he had to fight off a laugh threatening to come out from him. He could basically hear her thinking aloud.

When she still didn’t answer after a few more moments, he moved his arm off and looked over the raven-haired storm.

“I beg your fucking pardon?” Zoya said, her voice rising to a shout, and Nikolai couldn’t help it and he finally laughed hysterically. Her expression was priceless, he realized, and he just knew he had to remember this night. “Your sister?”

“Yes, my sister,” Nikolai emphasized, still trying to find a way to breathe from laughing too much. “You know, blonde, with the same hazel eyes and knows how to reply to witty remarks? Yep, that’s her.”

The same expression stayed on the woman’s face, and Nikolai didn’t know whether he should continue to laugh or just look at the bewildered look on her face. It was definitely the first time he saw Zoya Nazyalensky shocked beyond compare.

“Words seemed to have left you, Nazyalensky.”

“You have a sister?”

“Should I repeat it again?”

“How—?” Zoya gestured a hand up vaguely to her door, the same expression never leaving. “Linnea Opjer?”

Nikolai opened his mouth to answer, only to close it again when he was overcome with second-thoughts. He never really told anyone about his real background, especially this part of his past, not even the closest people around him. It was something he wasn’t proud of, and he was afraid of what others might think of him.

Besides, he already had a fair share of harsh words being drilled into his mind in his younger years. It was enough.

Nikolai settled to waving a dismissive hand instead. “Bit of a long story. Perhaps I’ll elaborate next time. But yes. Linnea, your gym partner, is my sister.” He grinned. “Small world, yeah?”

Zoya only gaped at him, and then shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe this. The two infuriating blondes in my life are related. Just wow.” She threw up her hands in defeat and surrender. “I’m making coffee.” She got up from the backrest and stomped towards the kitchen.

A thought dawned the blond, and he was suddenly sitting up on the couch. “Am I dreaming, or did the great Zoya Nazyalensky just make a mistake?” Nikolai called out from the living room, trying to get the words out despite laughing. “I’m so remembering this.”

She appeared in his line of sight, a threatening tablespoon pointed at his face. “You’re on thin fucking ice, Lantsov.”

Nikolai only laughed some more, and he was already planning on whom he’d set her up with in the next few days. But for now, he’d relish the iconic mistake that had been made tonight.

***

“Hope you slept well during the weekends, Kostyk,” Zoya told David with a sneer when she came up to him as he was waiting outside the room of their Mechanics class.

David winced. “Come on, Zo, you’ve already hexed me enough for a week.”

“Well, I certainly believe that a week’s worth is not enough.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Zoya still hadn’t told anyone about the mad deal yet, and she could only assume that Nikolai hadn’t mentioned anything to them either. It had been a week since the scheming, but she still wasn’t ready to forget the two’s doing to her.

The first attempt on their deal had been a complete failure, with her not even knowing that the two were related, and the fact that Nikolai had a sister still shocked her even after knowing about it for a few days. She had only known about an older brother he was in not-so-good terms with, and his parents that lived on the far side of the country.

So when Nikolai revealed that Linnea—out of all people—was his sister, it was like a splash of cold water on her head, and she could probably use a little warning for the next time something big was revealed to her.

“The morning is honored to witness even the slightest scowl from our great Zoya Nazyalensky,” an all-too-familiar voice said, and Zoya fought an urge to roll her eyes as she turned to the blond. Speaking of the devil. “You seem to be in a good mood today, truffle.”

Zoya hit him on the back of his shoulder, but Nikolai only chuckled. How could one be in such a good mood at this time in the morning?

“Good mood, indeed.” He reached over for her wrist and pulled her towards him, sending a smile to David. “Can I borrow her for a sec?”

David grinned back, the act so knowing based on the obvious glint in his eyes, and Zoya had the urge to punch it off his face. “It’s not me you need to ask,” he said. “Besides, you didn’t even have to.”

Zoya scowled at the golden boy as he whisked her to the side, and she sent a threatening look to David, who in return only gave her a wink. She turned back to the all-too-grinning blond. “Did you really have to pull me away to say something?”

“Well, if you want David to know about our little agreement from last Tuesday, then let’s talk about this in front of him.”

“Sarcasm will be the reason of your early suffering, Lantsov.”

“Trust me, I already am.” Nikolai waved a dismissive hand even before she could open her mouth to ask what he meant by that. “Anyway, Carveya later. After your shift, perhaps?”

“You didn’t even give me time to at least change.” Zoya shrugged. “But yeah, sure. I’ll go right after. I may forget about that when I take a detour home,” she replied, though she could only hope that she wouldn’t be too tired to worsen her mood later on.

Nikolai grinned. “Perfect, I’ll inform the person you’ll meet tonight.” He tapped her hand, and it was only then that Zoya realized Nikolai hadn’t let go of her wrist yet, the touch sending an unwelcome shiver on her skin. “You’re being good at agreeing lately.”

She slapped his hand and swatted it away, earning a light laugh from the blond. “I’m only agreeing to this because it’s actually fun to see you proven wrong.”

“Harsh.”

“Honest.” Zoya paused, a realization coming to her mind. She eyed the blond idiot carefully. “Wait, it’s nine in the morning, and your class isn’t up until one.” She narrowed her eyes—Nikolai and early had never been in contact. “You’re never this early, Lantsov.”

There was a flash of panic in his eyes, but it was gone in a blink and was replaced with clear amusement, leaving Zoya to contemplate whether she was just seeing things. “I decided that it’s rude not to tell you about tonight in person.”

“Please, you could’ve just texted me during class, just like you always do.”

“There’s no fun in that anymore.” He gave her a playful grin that reached his hazel eyes, and Zoya was sure that she’d never seen them this bright before. There was just so much warmth radiating in them. “And aren’t you glad to see me this early in the morning?”

She made a face of disgust. “No.”

“Are you two finished?” David called out, and they both turned their heads to him. He was looking at them with an inclined head, eyes narrowed curiously.

The students from the previous class were starting to pour out from the room and into the hallway, voices slowly getting louder as they went. David gestured to the open door of their classroom.

“Or do you still need more time for your intimate talk?” he asked.

“Shut up, Kostyk,” they both said in unison.

Zoya thumbed the edge of her button-down as she sat by the table in Carveya—for the nth time, ironically—and waited with slight dread for the one Nikolai had set up for her. She was not going to back out on this.

It was mainly because the blond didn’t stop sending texts telling her that he was only reminding her of tonight. And by the time her shift ended, there were at least thirty texts from the guy, all ranging from short ones to paragraphs—with corny jokes, of course—containing reasons why she shouldn’t ditch it.

She shook her head when her mind started coming up with reasons why this whole setup was pathetic, but she decided that maybe she could give it a chance.

Though she couldn’t help the bitter memories surfacing to her mind; Zoya tried to shove them down to the deepest depths that she could. This was probably not the perfect time to remember them, not when she had to focus on something else.

Maybe this was just what she had become.

Maybe she wasn’t meant to find happiness.

“You know, when Nikolai gave me a call earlier in the morning to meet up with someone, I was already expecting you to be that person.”

Zoya furrowed her brows as she turned to the direction of the voice. It sounded familiar—too familiar—and she wasn’t wrong with her guess when she confirmed who it was. “Zenik?”

The brunette shrugged, and put a hand on her hip. She narrowed her eyes. “Though I’m surprised you actually agreed to this,” she said, an eyebrow raised curiously. “Been a while, Nazyalensky. Finally having a change of heart?”

“Saints, Nina. You’re starting to sound like all of them.”

“Only stating the truth, Zoya.”

They stared each other down for a good minute, as if sizing the other one up. Apparently, Zoya was the one who gave in first and broke into a grin, much to the other woman’s amusement.

“Knew you couldn’t resist it,” said Nina.

Zoya rolled her eyes, standing up from her chair. “Alright, stop saying complete bullshit,” she said and gave the other woman a hug. “Is it just me or have you gotten taller?”

“I don’t know, maybe you’ve just gotten smaller?” Nina replied, releasing their hug. “Yeah, maybe you’d just gotten smaller.”

Zoya found herself chuckling in amusement despite the irony of the situation. True to what Nina said earlier, it’d been a while since they’d last seen each other. The brunette had once been a junior in their volleyball team back in high school, and the one Zoya had passed the team captain position to after she graduated.

Though Nina had been two years younger than Zoya, the brunette had become a close confidant to her, and it was quite unfortunate that they’d barely contacted each other ever since.

“Why are you in town, anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be at the other state?” Zoya asked later when they finally settled in their seats. “I know it takes an hour or two to get back to your university.”

Nina chuckled. “Still the ever know-all-things, you are,” she said, to which Zoya frowned at. The brunette gave a laugh back in reply. “I was here today for some research purposes. I’m with a partner.”

“So that explains the getup.” Zoya gestured to the brunette’s polo shirt, which displayed their university logo—which was a symbol of twin ice mountains.

“Yeah. I really had no free time today, but I figured I’d appease to your favorite blond’s request.”

Zoya let out an exasperated breath. “Please tell me he didn’t bombard you with texts.” She knew how the blond could be persistent—perhaps too persistent—and she had seen an example of how he could be just this evening. “You probably know how determined he can get.”

“He did, actually,” replied Nina with a slight laugh. Then she narrowed her eyes, inclining her head to the side. “What’s with this blind dating and shit, really?” She pointed two fingers up in a gesture. “Aren’t you two already doing that?”

There it was again, the same phrase Zoya had been hearing for as long as she could remember. “I’ve heard that a million times.”

“It only means it’s that obvious,” Nina countered, arms crossed over her chest. She shook her head with a laugh. “Wanna bet, though?”

Zoya fought off a wince. She wouldn’t admit it aloud, but if there’s anyone who could outsmart her at some point, it was Nina. “I think I’ve had enough on this deal with Nikolai. Not adding anything more to it.”

Nina smirked in triumph, to which Zoya rolled her eyes at. “Afraid you’d lose to me again, Nazyalensky?”

“Yeah, you wish.” Zoya paused, and decided to deflect the subject from her. “How are you?”

There was a slight change in the easy air around them, and Nina’s green eyes suddenly had this faraway look again. At that point, Zoya knew that the other girl knew that the question wasn’t just for a typical reply of “I’m fine” or other generic ones. It was the one that required the honest feelings or emotions.

Nina turned to the window, eyeing the evening sky with an expression that showed sadness and grief at the same time, and Zoya contemplated whether she should have not asked about her.

“It’s been almost a year since then,” the brunette replied softly, not wanting to elaborate anything more, but Zoya still knew better. “I’ve been better, though. Matthias would want that.”

It happened some time before the beginning of Zoya’s third year, when a news of a mass shootout was reported to have happened in the Kerch Academy. Unfortunately, Matthias had been one of the people that perished on the scene when he had tried to convince the shooter to let everyone go and take him instead.

Matthias had been a hero that day, and would continue to be until the end of days. It was too bad that Zoya had only met him a few times back then.

“Good to know you’re doing better,” Zoya replied after a long silence, and she offered the brunette a small smile. Then she decided to change the subject; they’d rarely caught up with each other these days, and it was definitely not the time for sad narratives. “So, any news about your circle of dorks? I’d like to know what happened to them after pulling off that ridiculous scheme on graduation day.”

With that, Nina’s face brightened up again, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Oh, trust me, you wouldn’t believe how Kaz got away with it again.”

At least over an hour later, much to the both’s dismay, Nina had to cut the moment short when she was called back by her partner Hanne that they had to travel back to their dormitory in less than an hour.

They separated by the intersection when their routes were opposite, and they promised to contact each other a little more if their time was manageable.

Now Zoya found herself walking by the sidewalks of Os Alta as she made her way to her stop, silently hoping to the skies that the bus wasn’t on its last trip yet. The wind picked up, and she shrugged her button-down tighter around her.

It had been the first time in weeks since she felt a little lighter, without the weight of any of her responsibilities staying on her shoulders for the night, and catching up with an old friend definitely helped out with everything she had on her plate.

The stop finally came into view, and Zoya was relieved that there were only a few people waiting by the shed. Most of the time at this ungodly hour, tons of people were packed and it would usually take her at least half an hour before she could finally get on the bus. The odds were quite on her side tonight.

As she waited near the curb, Zoya took out her phone and checked through the messages. She was actually surprised when there were no new ones from the blond—not that she was expecting anything from him.

Zoya long-pressed the number two from the number pad, waiting for the call to take place. The line started to ring, and she held the phone to her ear.

It took a few more rings before she was greeted with a drawl of, “Hellooooo.”

Zoya let out a huff. “How do you maintain your energy until this time of the day, anyway?” she asked. “You seem to be in a good mood today, Lantsov.”

Nikolai chuckled from the other line. “I have my ways, truffle,” he replied. “Good mood, you asked? Because it’s a surprise you’re the one who gave me a call at this ungodly hour.” A short pause, and Zoya could basically see him frowning as he thought of the next things to say. “How was it, though?”

“I’ll let tonight slide, but really, I can’t believe you contacted Nina,” Zoya said, crossing her arms though he wasn’t physically there to see.

There was another pause at his side, but it was a bit longer this time, leaving Zoya to wonder whether Nikolai fell asleep while on the phone or he was just utterly speechless. Which was unlikely, considering the chatterbox the blond was.

“Well, actually…” he trailed off. “Never mind. But hey, you haven’t answered my question yet.”

“We caught up with some things and talked for a while, but nothing more than that.”

“Really? You two were close back then I thought—”

Zoya gave a dark chuckle. “Come on, Lantsov, just because two people are close doesn’t mean there’s something going on between them,” she said out of defense, but she regretted it just as quickly as the words came out of her mouth, and she could swear that she heard a sharp intake of breath from the other line, though Zoya might have only been hearing things. She always seemed to be these days.

Before she could even take back her words, Nikolai spoke again. “Ouch. Harsh,” he said playfully, though Zoya noticed the slight change in his tone.

“Honest,” she corrected.

Nikolai laughed lightly. “Well, my bad. That’s on me,” he said. “You heading back to your place?”

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for the bus.”

“Be careful on your way back. And please, for the love of the saints, don’t glare in public.”

Zoya scowled at his statement. “What—I don’t glare—” she stopped when she realized that her eyebrows were drawn too tightly and how she was actually also glaring as of the moment, and it was slightly appalling on how well Nikolai seemed to just know anything about her. “How dare you, Lantsov.”

“Gotcha,” Nikolai said with a loud laugh. Then there was a slight pause as his laughter died down. Then he added, “See you tomorrow.”

The blond ended the call, and Zoya stared in disbelief at the screen that displayed “The Idiot” as his name in her contacts. The change in his usual cheery voice still bothered her, albeit him pulling off a successful joke on her again, and Zoya was left to think about the reason behind it or if there was anything to begin with.

With a huff, she shoved her phone back into her sling bag, lowly berating herself about giving meaning to stuff. Because then again, Zoya could only be imagining things.

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Kiribaku Month - Day 31: Anniversary

Wodcount: 1523 words

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I can’t believe I’m done! I am DONE! Whew, that was a ride!

So, get ready for the happy ending I needed, despite the horribly angsty things the Spirit of Yoko Taro was suggesting. Apparently it’s not super fluffy sweet, but I don’t think I could have done better.

I hope you’ll enjoy it, and if you’ve followed my advice and waited, you can read Smiles now!

Day 31: Anniversary

It had started with their promise: Eijirou had to survive so Kacchan wouldn’t destroy the world. Eijirou had never agreed to it, but Kacchan had promised, and he seemed dead serious about it. Then came their first real argument, the one about storing Eijirou’s memories so he’d be like a YuUEi unit. Finally, there was the ring Kacchan gave him, and that was how he got the idea.

To be fair, Eijirou had stopped caring about his own mortality a long time ago. After the loss of his first team, to be precise; once it was just Mina and him. Kacchan, though, still cared like only an android who didn’t have to worry about his own death could, so a month after Eijirou got the ring, the proof that Kacchan was serious about this whole relationship, he decided that he should do something for him too and stored all of his memories and important program bits in an external chip.

Eijirou’s plan was simple: if he was to die before Kacchan was ready, he would give him the chip. Knowing the YuUEi unit, he’d hold on to it, and it would give him hope. Maybe he’d try to bring him back, or he’d just keep the chip preciously. Eijirou found the first option more likely, and he’d even planned to keep some data accessible, as a way to send him on a trail that would probably lead nowhere. Hopefully, by the time Kacchan realized that there was nothing he could do to bring Eijirou back, he’d have moved on already and would have no interest in keeping his promise anymore. Maybe the accessible memories would even teach him a lesson or two, and make him understand that Eijirou just wanted him to be happy.

But of course, it was Kacchan. You could always count on him to do the impossible and succeed where everyone else would give up.

Today marked the fifth year since Kacchan gave him the ring. Eijirou liked to think of it as a wedding anniversary. A lot had changed, since then. So much that even now, he felt lost sometimes.

According to Eijirou’s memories, things went like this: he was dying in Kacchan’s arms, his body destroyed and torn apart by machines. Most of his torso was gone, he only had one arm left, and he was getting so many warning signals and alarms that he had to turn them off. Kacchan was holding his hand, and Eijirou was laughing because of his stupid, crooked smile that looked so stiff and out of place. It was nothing like the soft one that Eijirou caught glimpses of sometimes, but it didn’t matter. Kacchan had just said that he loved him and he was smiling for him, even though he couldn’t do it well. It was the perfect way to die, in Eijirou’s opinion.

“You really suck at that, huh…” he managed to say before his body gave up for good.

Then, he woke up in Kacchan’s arms. His torso was complete, he had two arms and two legs, and there was nothing wrong with his body. A strand of soft, black hair was falling in front of his face. Kacchan was smiling, but it looked natural, this time. It was soft and loving, the kind he could never do on demand, and everything about him was different from before. Instead of being covered in grime and oil, his body was clean. An old cloak had replaced his perfect YuUEi uniform, and his skin was more roughed up than Eijirou had ever seen it, covered with scratches and marks that shouldn’t be there. There were a thousand things Eijirou wanted to ask, but before he could say anything, Kacchan’s smile fell.

“Ei, can you hear me?” he asked, his uncovered eyes filled with worry.

Eijirou raised his arm slowly to touch Kacchan’s cheek, feeling the abused skin under his fingers.

“Of course I can hear you, Kacchan,” he smiled.

Kacchan’s face twitched for a few seconds before he spoke.

“Then fucking say so, you damn idiot!” he growled. “Fuck, you had me worried here!”

His frown didn’t match his smile, and Eijirou couldn’t believe that he’d talk about his feelings so openly. He’d never planned to have a second chance, but if this was what being brought back to life meant, he wasn’t going to complain.

“Shit, I guess I’m really back, huh,” he muttered to himself.

“Of course you’re fucking back, you moron. As if you could get rid of me so easily.”

“Yeah, I guess I should have tried harder,” he joked. “I’ll do better next time.”

Eijirou never got to see Kacchan’s reaction, because he was immediately pulled into a tight hug.

“Don’t you fucking do that again, Ei. I’m so fucking serious. I’ll destroy the whole damn world for real if you even try to-”

“Sike,” Eijirou whispered in his ear, returning the hug.

“Shut the fuck up,” Kacchan muttered, making him chuckle.

When it became clear that Kacchan had no intention to ever release him, Eijirou opened his eyes and peeked above his shoulder. Next to him, directly on his left, he recognized Kyoka and Momo. The former was looking at him with crossed arms, a tiny smile on her lips, while the latter seemed so overcome with emotions she could cry. A bit further, Mina, Denki, and Hanta were standing together, looking strangely awkward despite their smiles. They were surrounded with a handful of other Resistance members, which was surprising since it didn’t look like they were anywhere near the camp. Finally, on his right, was a very emotional Deku, face uncovered, wearing a typical Resistance cloak just like Kacchan. Next to him stood Shouto, a hand on his shoulder, and that’s when Eijirou realized how much things must have changed, because there was no way Deku and Kacchan would have let a traitor come so close to them back when he died.

The thousand questions from earlier came back with a vengeance, but before they could force themselves out, Eijirou realized that the tickles against his neck weren’t just from Kacchan’s breathing.

“I missed you. Fuck, I missed you so much,” Kacchan was repeating against him like a mantra.

Eijirou hugged him tighter.

“It’s okay now,” he whispered. “I’m here. You did it.”

It took hours for Kacchan to release him. It took days for Eijirou to find out everything that had happened between his last memory in his old body and his first in the new one.

Kacchan told him that finding a suitable body and repair it had taken him years, and that he had to cut ties with YuUEi for it.

Deku told him that he’d tried to stop Kacchan at first, but a meeting with Shouto had made him change his mind. They’d been on the run since then.

Shouto hadn’t been helpful, but he rarely was. He was an old Scanner unit that had left YuUEi long ago and was coming to the Resistance from time to time, mostly looking for spare parts for his constantly failing heating system. His intel was reliable, but otherwise, he was very hard to talk to. He couldn’t afford to meet current YuUEi units, for fear of being taken down, and Eijirou had no idea how he’d become friends with Deku.

Mina explained that soon after Eijirou was gone, the Resistance slowly fell apart and was taken over by YuUEi. When Kacchan secretly came back to tell them that he’d found a suitable body for their old leader’s memories and only needed spare parts to repair it, she left with him, along with a few other members. She said that they felt guilty for giving up on him so easily, and her ashamed look remained even after Eijirou told her that he was never planning to survive.

With three androids running away from YuUEi, their ragtag group couldn’t exactly come back to the Resistance camp and start over as if nothing had happened. And now that Eijirou was back, they didn’t really have a goal anymore. Eijirou wasn’t worried, though.

A few months after he woke up, he’d managed to get his red hair back, and he was starting to feel more at ease in his new body. He’d finally gotten used to how rough Kacchan’s skin felt, now that his body wasn’t constantly changed and rebuilt. He liked it, actually.

Five years after Kacchan gave him the ring, everything was different. Kacchan had stopped wearing his blindfold and he was more open about his feelings. He was clingy too, like most of his old friends, but Eijirou figured that it would get better after a while. Until then, he was happy to indulge him.

They’d lost their home, many of their friends, their purpose… It wasn’t how Eijirou had planned to start travelling again, but he couldn’t be too picky. As long as he had Kacchan and his friends by his side, he knew that things would be fine. They’d find a new purpose, sooner or later. They’d figure out a way to make themselves useful, because it was what androids did.

#kiribaku #bakushima #kiribakumonth #Kiribaku Month 2019 #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #boku no hero academia #bnha #nier automata #nier automata au #conci writes stuff #CONCI IS FREE!!!!!!

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artisticestheticreads · 5 years

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Easter Bunny

This in an early one shot of Erik Killmonger and Reader of Color as parents to a beautiful 3 year old princess. The are getting ready for Easter and the reader buys something adorable that’ll get everyone’s attention. This contains a little profanity and a whole lotta cute fluff.

It was the weekend before Easter and you grabbing last minute things at Target for the family gathering that was taking place. You were in the food section looking for white chocolate melts for your famous cake pops when you got a call from your loving husband. “Hello, Erik” you smiled even before you heard his voice. “Aye, baby. Serenity just woke up from her nap and now I’m running a bath for her. We miss you, my Queen.”

“Awe, I miss y’all too, baby. I just gotta make sure everything is perfect since everyone and they moms gonna be at there next Sunday. Ah, here they are. I know Serenity and her classmates are gonna love these cake pops.”

“Those shits are fire. Fuck you mean”, he said making you laugh. “Baby, we still gotta find an outfit for our baby girl. Serenity, come on baby”. You can hear him grunt on the other end as he picked up y’all child. “Damn, See. You getting big on me, princess. What momma feeding you?” You kissed your teeth and said “that’s yo ass feeding her steak, grits and cheese eggs like a fucking football player.” He said “hey, if my baby girl wanna be a football player she can be one. Huh. baby.” You can tell she was nodding super hard and said “see, my baby now what’s up”.

You rolled your eyes with a smile as you turned into the toddler section and your eyes fell on a cute white tutu with a peach top and matching jacket. “Eeeeeeek, this is ssoooooooo cute. Ugh my baby needs this in her life” you said as he chuckled. You can hear serenity as she called out your name. “Mamamamamamamama”. “Hi, mommy’s baby. I’m on my way home to shower you with all the kisses in the world.” “You talking to me or SeSe” he asked and you can hear a smile in his tone. “Oh yeah, you too”. He kissed his teeth and chuckled. “Be careful, baby. I love you.” You grinned and replied “I love you more” before hanging up. You made your way to the Easter section to grab some cute eggs for candy, money and other goodies when you looked looked to your left with big wide doll eyes and couldn’t help but to throw the items in the cart excited on your way to ring out

AN HOUR LATER

You pulled into the driveway with a simple two honks. That’s when you saw your baby girl bouncing in Erik’s arms. You got out to the get stuff out the backseat but Erik appeared behind you, handing Serenity and taking the bags from you. “Hi, my baby” you looked at your babies dark brown eyes that you blessed her with and her super thick Afro. She had Erik’s smooth brown skin and his nose as well; the perfect combination of you two. She puckered her lips at you and you started to shower her sweet face with kisses. Erik looked at you both and said “what about BaBa? Don’t I get any love?” Serenity looked at her dad and then raises her bottle up. “BaBa” she said with a sweet smile. You laughed with a snort and he looked at her with a smirk. “You knew what I meant wittle girl” he said leaning his face into hers. He attacked her with kisses of his own and she giggled with a “dada”. You all walked into the house and he placed the bags in the kitchen, unpacking everything grocery. You kicked your shoes off and sat on the couch still kissing your baby’s face.

“Here you go, baby” he said as he handed the bag to you and kisses your lips. He sat beside you two and took Serenity in his arms with her bottle still in hand. You dug in the bag and said “baaaaaby, look what mommy got you” as out pulled out her Easter fit with bunny ears and a matching basket. Her face lit up when she dropped her baba, reaching for the ears. When you passed them to her, she said “tankoooooo” with puckered lips and you gave her a small kiss while she placed them on her hear, eventually slipping to cover her eyes. Erik fixed them and she exclaimed “tankoooo, dada” with those lips again and she returned a tiny kiss. He looked over into the bag and said “oh, babyyyy? What is that?” You followed his eyes then looked back with a smile and a little dance as he mocked you. You grabbed the bag staring at him and just smiled. “I thought this would be super adowable and everyone would wuv it.”

When you turned the packaging over, his eyes grew big and he looked back you. “Y/N Stevens-Udaku, ell naaaaah” he said as he rose from the couch with Serenity still in his arms and placing her in her high chair. “But whyyyyyyy” you asked with a pout once you followed the pair in the kitchen and sitting on the counter. He chuckled, grabbing a glassed apple juice and said “babe, I am a preschool teacher AND part owner of a huge organization called The Wakandan Outreach Program and YOU want ME to dress like a damn bunny?”

Serenity looked up to Erik and said “dada, no bad” referring to him using profanity. You pouted and said “yes, I do. The kids would love it and we need pics with SeSe and the Easter Bunny. If she knows it’s you then we can have some amazing pictures and all.” Erik took another sip and said “aight, I’ll do it.”

“Really?” He pulled out his cross fingers and said “Sike” with his tongue out. “Erik!!! Pweaaaaaase, if you won’t don it for me then do it for SeSe.” He looked at his beautiful dimpled baby girl who was pulling the ears of her eyes in her own little world, making him smile. “Tell you what. If you do it, then I will bare you a son” you said with your hands behind your back. He raised his brow and looked at you with smirk. “For real?” You nodded with lip bite and he walked up to you tilting your head up. “I’ll think about it, okay”, he kissed your lips, walked away to the bedroom with his juice and that was that. You looked to your baby girl and she looked up at you with a huge smile making you do the same.

THE DAY OF

You sat on the plush king sized bed watching TV as Erik was doing your baby’s hair in two afro puffs. “Alright one puff down, another to go”, he said as he did your girl’s hair right and perfect; he loved doing her hair and sometimes your as well. She bounced and shimmied to the music on the screen and all. Erik wore no shirt and just some Nike sweats and you were in jean shorts and a peach crop top. Your hair was in two neat braids he did for the night before. He looked over at you and asked “you mad at me, baby?” You shook your head and said “just disappointed. That’s all.” He looked at the screen still doing Serenity’s hair and sighed. “Y/N, baby. I’m sorry but you know dressing up ain’t my thing. I promise I will wear it for alone. Maybe I can be a haunted bunny.” He finished up her hair and you said “fine. I just wished you did for her at least. I gotta go check the food and let folks in.” With that , you made your way to the kitchen. Erik looked down at Serenity who was looking up at him with her big doll eyes like yours. He took a deep breath and said “damn it.”

“No, dada. Bad.”

Everyone finally arrived and the party was up and going. All the kids ran around on a sugar high while your side of the family was playing spades with Stevie Wonder in the background. Shuri, T’Challa and Ramanda all came along with M’Baku, Okoye and Nakia as well. Shuri said “hello, sister Y/N. Thank you for inviting us.”

“Yes, we highly appreciate it,” T’Challa said kissing your head. You hugged him and said “thank you all for coming. The food and drinks are all the table so go ahead and dig in.” M’Baku said “don’t have to tell me twice” as he was already making his way. You laughed and Okoye asked “so where is the Prince and our youngest princess” with a smile. You looked around and said “they are probably still inside. They’ll be out in a minute.” All of a sudden, you heard a whole bunch of awes and ‘how cute’ when you saw Serenity walking out with her bunny ears and basket to the backyard. She ran to you and you kissed her face but realized their was no Erik anywhere. You picked her up and asked “baby girl, where is dada?”

Before you know it, you heard Shuri dying laughing then Serenity said “dada” with her little coos and giggles, pointing to ahead. You looked at the direction and you were surprised to see Erik is the bunny costume with face paint on and all. He walked out with pride and a big smile. He shook your dad’s hand, hugged your mom and his aunt. T’Challa made his way over and said “ahhh, is this your new uniform for work.” Erik chuckled and said “hush, T” as Challa patted his back. Nakia gave him a hug and so did Okoye while Shuri still laughed. M’Baku came over with a veggie burger in hand, saying “it’s nice look, my pal” with a big gapped smile. Serenity reached out to Erik the Bunny and he gladly took her. “Hey, baby girl.” Serenity poked his nose with hers, giggled as he laughed and you couldn’t help but smile and take a few photos.

The day was incredible and everyone enjoyed their time but it was time to go home. When they all left with money eggs, goody bags and all, Serenity was in the bath and after she was dressed was out like a light in her peach crib. You looked down at her as held her bunny ears still. You were all showered before and made your way to the shared bedroom of you and Erik. He was i the bathroom wrapped in towel around his waist fresh out, in the mirror checking for leftover make up. He turned the light off and saw you on the bed watching with your hands behind your back. “That was very sweet, my king”, you said as he made his way to you bending at the torso. “I had to do it for my princess and queen”, he kissed your lips and said “but now we can work on our baby boy.” He hovered over you and you said “ohhh, Erik.”You raised your crossed fingers in between him to see and said “SIKE!” with your tongue out. You were about to run away but he grabbed you by your arm as he sat up on the bed and said “girl, you had me dress like that bunny and now Ima be the energizer because I’m keep going and going” as he kept saying it until his towel was gone and you were on top of him passionately kissing.

@muse-of-mbaku @im5ftbutmythroat66 @chaneajoyyy @melanin-samii @theunsweetenedtruth @doux-ciel @unicornluvin8765 @vikkidc@wakandantings @thadelightfulone@mzamethystp @simbiann @tropicalsun10@babydoll756 @notoriouslynay @vminax @quinsly @pinkdemolition@quietstorm-73 @chaoticcashfancroissant @bugngiz@chocolatedippedinhoney @yafavcocoa @lostgalaxies

#artisticestheticreads #erik killmonger #black panther #easter #killmonger x reader #killmonger imagine #fluff #cute #dadmonger

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svbcritic · 5 years

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chances are i’m still working on my boy prince’s intro bc i got bust at work and the world was against me writing up so imma post my fave boy charlie’s info here. but yes !! hello all !! it’s ur friendly neighborhood admin kristina ( the choi san mascot on the main !! ) so if u ever find urself having any issues or concerns then u can catch me here or on the main !!

⌈ wong yukhei, cismale, he/him ⌋ hey, is it CHARLIE JIN that you’re looking for? you know, the TWENTY-ONE year old PODCASTER. typically i see them hanging around GRISTOL POINT so you could try there! i hear they’ve been in living in SAUGATUCK for FIVE YEARS. gristol wouldn’t be the same without them, right? anyway, whenever i see them they make me think of UNAPOLOGETIC LAUGHTER, A COLLECTION OF PASTEL COLORED DENIM JACKETS, HEADPHONES HUNG AROUND HIS NECK, & THE SMELL OF STRAWBERRIES.

STATS

full chinese name: jin ximen / americanized name: charlie jin / nicknames: charlie / ethnicity: chinese & thai / sexuality: bisexual / occupation: true crime podcaster / spoken languages: cantonese, thai, english, korean, spanish, & ( conversational ) mandarin / hogwarts house: slytherin

BIOGRAPHY

okie dokie so charlie ( born ximen ) is the youngest of the four kids between his parents born and riased in shanghai and their wedding was some big event bc both families were heavily affluent and prominent in their home countries

charlie’s dad hailed from shanghai, china where his family had a long lineage of old money and a 5 star international hotel chain that’s comparable to the four seasons .. meanwhile charlie’s mom is from thailand where her family has ties to the oil industry which is how they built their wealth .. their marriage was more political than anything and wanting to combine their wealth in industries the other was lacking in

as the youngest kid and the only boy with three older sisters, charlie never lacked a caregiver bc he was an adorable little boy who charmed whoever he met and though he was a little shit, his sisters loved him and helped raise him alongside a clan of nannies that his parents hired when they were busy off on different continents running their respective businesses

charlie definitely was more of a mommy’s boy in the sense that his mom made more of an effort to spend time with him bc as her only son, she held him on a pedestal and since she was a well known fashion designer, she often brought charlie to her studio and let him run wild in some of the garments and clothing that was in storage and whatnot

from this charlie had a lil mini modeling career ( lmao not really )where he would do mock photoshoots with some of the models in his mom’s bridal collections and eventually bc he was adorable and everyone loved him, they dressed him in some mini tuxes and he appeared in some campaigns for his mom’s bridal collection

generally though charlie was an exuberant kid who often had more energy than he knew what to do with and that often had him getting in trouble at the expensive prep school his parents had him enrolled in . which he frequently was scolded by his dad for his hellion behavior jdsklafjd

so it was a constant push and pull between charlie and his dad in trying to calm down his son .. which wyd he;s just a happy go lucky boy hsalkjf but anyway charlie was eventually enrolled in a soccer club so he could wear himself out by running all the time and tbh it kinda worked .. but also charlie actually enjoyed soccer so it worked out

his dad really thought he did something by keeping his teenage son out of trouble and letting him build teamwork skills ig … mainly bc he wanted his only son to take over the jin empire of their hotel chain even though charlie was like :/ .. and his mom was a bit :/ bc she knew charlie wasn’t the type who would want the weight of this empire on his shoulders even though his oldest sister was more experienced

but fun times for dad bc lit it’s w his soccer friends that charlie realizes that whatever heterosexuality is .. that ain’t him sdjldkjs but yeah he finds out that he’s into guys just as much as he’s into girls and he has a crush on one of his best friends on the soccer team w him

charlie was able to disguise his crush as a solid bro friendship around his dad meanwhile him and his friend were leaning on the scale of more than friends and 10/10 were making out whenever they were alone so yeah … things were swaggy for the first three months until charlie’s dad came home early from his trip from new york and walked into charlie’s room to see him fooling around with his friend

so yeah … things didn’t go great after that and the jin household was so painfully tense where his dad refused to go on any international trips and kept a strong grip on charlie and pulled him out of his school’s soccer team .. it was a tough time and definitely miserable for charlie despite his mom’s best efforts to help soothe him

nearly a month following The Incident ( as he dad refers to it as )he announced that 16 year old charlie was going to live with his aunt over in america and it was an absolute shit show at the house when his dad broke the news but the next day charlie found himself on a direct flight from shanghai to brindle bay where his aunt lives with her american husband and son

the move was a big adjustment for charlie and it was here that he started going by charlie bc the kids at his new school couldn’t pronounce ximen . originally he was a bit standoffish and reclusive bc his english was still shaky and he had an accent so this combination of things made him a target of some shitty xenophobic bullies and it put him down for a bit

it was a dark period that charlie doesn’t like to think back on and relied on the friendship he established with his cousin and it was through him that charlie began to blossom in brindle bay and make his own connections and realized that his dad is a dumbass bc he essentially sent him away for being into men but lmao !! sike dad !! bc now he gets to kiss boys if he wants without the rope around his neck from his dad

it’s been five years since charlie has been shipped to brindle bay and he keeps in contact with his sisters and mother and has visited shanghai a few times for some holidays and lets his dad think him being in america has helped him become more sensible and learn responsibility

when he graduated high school his mom offered to have him come home but charlie decided he wanted to stay more away from his dad for the time beginning and enrolled in college and got his degree in communication studies

it’s when he’s in school that he starts up his own podcast where he just discusses true crime and paranormal stories and such just bc it’s always been an interest of his .. he started it with his close friend that was his first Official friend in brindle bay and they’re two years into and it’s growing a strong listening base on spotify and apple music .. for comparison sake it’s a mix of buzzfeed unsolved and my favorite murder

but yeah overall charlie is an easy going guy who is usually seen with a smile on his face and just v fun loving , charismatic and loves talking to ppl ?? comes off v flirty but that’s just who he is bc he has that kinda vibe .. sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s flirting bc it comes like breathing . he means well and is a soft boy who misses his family but is scared to go back home to china officially

WANTED CONNECTIONS

someone who helped show charlie around when he first came to brindle bay and maybe they built a friendship from it

someone who maybe helped him improve on his english when he first came to town and charlie is forever grateful to them and feels indebted to them for being there for him when he was self conscious and needed help

his first relationship .. p self explanatory but charlie and your muse dated for a bit and it was nice and sweet but things ended amicably between the two and they still remain friends

maybe one or two fwb’s that charlie respects their friendship and somehow their arrangement happened and things are going good and having someone on call when he’s feeling needy is a+ .. whether or not smth angsty can stem from this can be debated

his first friend that he made when coming to town and charlie’s podcast buddy !!

maybe someone who has a crush on charlie but he’s stupid and oblivious and his flirting that comes as easy as breathing doesn’t help the situation

a good influence ... helps charlie be a lil bit of a demon

a bad influence who is helping charlie embrace more of his hellion ways hfskd

or even someone who knows of his family’s wealth back in china and is trying to finagle their way into charlie’s good graces and hopefully try to get a cut of it

#gristolintro #boy 2 prince is on the way bc today was a bummer and a half

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astral-enchantments · 5 years

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Unfinished RvB Drafts

So I have a buttload of unfinished fanfics that I may or may not ever get around to writing. So I thought I would just compile them all here for fun!

The Doppleganger

(Based off a post I saw about how Chase & Nemisis from Gen:Lock we’re kinda like what would have happened if the Alpha had lived) This was probably gonna be a very long fanfic, but I got bored super fast and never finished it.

Chorus was a very large planet with plenty of hidden technology; some of which wasn't even from the aliens who had lived there hundreds of years prior to the present date. The Reds and Blues had to learn this the hard way.

Dexter Grif let out a loud groan to display his disapproval of walking through several miles of dense forest, " How much farther is this stupid base anyway?"

"Quit yer whinin', Grif," Sarge commanded, "or you'll be dealing with the business end of my shotgun! Besides, can't be much farther out now, right agent?" Agent Carolina nodded before responding with , "Shouldn't be more than maybe half a mile out from here. At least that's what Epsilon's been saying for the last hour.." She added, slightly annoyed at her A.I. companion for his continued insistence that the UNSC base was 'only a bit farther ahead'.

"Hey, don't blame me! It's hard to get a good signal out here with all this jungle messing up my scanners." Epsilon, more commonly known as Church, retorted. " And besides, I'm positive its true this time. "

At this point in the journey, it seemed that Grif wasn't the only one getting tired. Donut fanned himself dramatically with his hand, "I haven't been this sore in ages" Everyone groaned loudly, and silently agreed to ignore Donut for the rest journey. All except Simmons, who felt it was worth commenting, "Donut, do you ever think before you say something?"

Donut merely responded with an overly cheery, "Nope!" before silence fell over the reds and blues once again. It took no less than 10 seconds for said silence to be broken.

"Tucker," Caboose bellowed loudly for his aqua teammate near the front of the pack to hear. "I need to go to the bathroom again.."

"Didn't you go like, fifteen minutes ago? Just hold it, we'll be there soon anyways." Tucker didn't much feel like dealing with Caboose at the moment. The group had already had to stop approximately 6 times in the past 2 hours for his bathroom breaks.

"But I really gotta go..."

"Just.. go in a bush or something, Caboose. You can catch up to us when you're done." Agent Washington responded calmly. At this point, he was use to playing 'team dad' for the blues, though even now his nerves was beginning to run thin. "Okay. I'll just go over there, and catch up with you guys in a minute!" Caboose repeated back reluctantly as he stared off into the vast wilderness.

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It was official, they were absolutely lost.

"Church, I thought you said you knew where we were going!" Tucker yelled; they were in a huge jungle, it's not like anyone was going to hear him anyways.

"I did." Church retorted, "But then we went through that really thick patch of forest and I guess I got turned around." He was starting to get sick of being blamed every time something went wrong on this journey.

"Team, now's not the time to argue. Let's just get going back in the right direction." Even Carolina had to admit things were getting a bit frustrating on this mission. "Epsilon, any chance you can reset your scanners and get us moving towards the base again?"

Church took a moment to respond, as he presumably was following Carolina's instructions, then said, "Yep, alright we've got things back in order (at least I hope), this should be the right way now. Turn left up at this big tree here."

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Caboose had found himself wandering aimlessly around the endless jungle. It wasn't as bad as it seemed, after all there were plenty of cool critters to look at. And it's not like his friends would just abandon him out here anyways, they were probably just over the next fallen tree or giant rock.

Pretty soon Caboose began to notice weird cameras tucked between the branches on the trees; this had to be the right way to his friends. He followed the path of camera until he found himself face to face with a big metal building thing reminded him of the blue base back in Blood Gulch. It also appeared to be empty, at least from the outside where no one made their presence immediately known. Caboose figured that it was a fine place to sit and wait for his friends while they were surely searching for him.

Of course, however, it didn't take more than a few minutes for Caboose to get bored of waiting. He began to look around inside the base and, surely enough, it too was comepletely void of any life. Occasionally, Caboose would call out just to see if anyone would respond, but after several minutes of searching and yelling, he concluded that he was alone.

That is, until he found him.

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"Hello? Hello? Is my radio working?" A static-filled, but familiar voice called in over the reds and blues radio network. Tucker and Washington immediately recognized it as the voice of Caboose and responded. It was also at this moment that they realized Caboose had never come back from his bathroom trip.

"Caboose? 'That you buddy? Are you alright?" Washington inquired, growing slightly concerned for his comrade in blue. It wasn't exactly uncommon for them to lose Caboose like this, but there was always the chance he had gotten himself into a dangerous situation.

"Yes, I am perfectly fine. And I made a new friend! Well, he's not really a new friend—" Cabooses radio cut out at what seemed to be incredibly inconvenient timing. There was a long stream of static.

Tucker made another attempt at contact, "Caboose? We lost you there for a second. Can you tell us where you are by any chance?" He knew he was being incredibly hopeful by asking, but it was worth a shot.

"Oh, I just followed the cameras hidden in the trees. Yeah, they took me to this place that kinda reminds me of our base. I'll introduce you to my friend when you get here. Maybe we can all be best friends!" Tucker looked at the trees and suddenly noticed that, yeah there were definitely cameras hidden in them.

Mourning the Artificial Man

This one’s actually finished, but I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not so it’s just kinda sat in with my drafts for a while, collecting dust. Basically: My thoughts on how the characters reacted to Epsilon’s death. (And, of course, Spoilers)

As the last shots of the Chorus Civil War were fired, the reds and blues breathed a collective sigh of relief. It was over. It was really, truly over.

"We did it." Simmons quietly repeated to himself in disbelief, getting a little louder with each reiteration. He pulled his orange companion, Grif, into a tight embrace, before promptly letting go in a state of embarrassment, the two proceeding to laugh it off. Tucker, still wearing the Meta's armor, smiled brightly, the effects of victory still very present within him.

"You hear that Church? We won!" He waited for a moment, expecting to hear his overly-cynical friend reply with a, "Good job team!" Or even a, "Finally, I was starting to get bored." But alas, no response came.

Tucker began to check all the stats displayed in his helmet. Most of it appeared to be pure gibberish to him. But displayed quite plainly in the top right hand corner was a power bar, which was getting dangerously low. Perhaps Church just needed to rest for a while. He couldn't blame him for that; the battle that had ensued only minutes prior was one the most intense they'd ever fought, second only to their fight against the Meta.

The others began to chatter happily, recounting the fight almost as if it were a fond memory from the distant past. All except Tucker, who had only just noticed a small notification that had popped up in the middle of his helmet. It seemed to be an audio recording made a split second before the battle had begun.

"Hey guys," the reds and blues immediately dropped their conversations to look at Tucker. "I think Church left us a message.."

"Why's he leaving messages? Why not just tell us in person?" Inquired Grif. "Dunno.. he's not responding at all either." There was a moment of tense silence. "Maybe he's just sleeping?" Caboose suggested in his hopeful, naivety. No one wanted to try and explain the truth to him. Tucker began the message.

Hey guys. If you're hearing this, that means you did it. You kicked the s*** out of Hargrove's forces. I knew you could.

A long silence filled the room as the reds and blues listened intently to Churches message. Looking to one another for comfort, for some sign that this was all just a big joke. But the punchline never came. There was no "Sike! I fooled you!" moment. Just a sad silence.

But this is my last stop..

Caboose wrapped his arms around Tucker as they silently mourned for their fallen friend. It was the only time they'd ever hugged, and would probably be the last as the two had never been very close, but it helped nurse the new wounds and feelings of emptyness that had been left behind.

See, when I came into this world, I was really just a collection of somebody else's memories. But with your help, these memories, they began to take form. They became my voice, my personality. And after a while, I began to make brand new memories of my own.

Tucker played the audio recording for Carolina and Washington. Carolina slowly found herself in Washington's warm embrace as they were faced with the harsh reality that Church wasn't coming back. It was a reality both had wished they would never have to face, but sometimes reality doesn't care how much you wish for something. Instead it will push through and leave you behind to crumble.

They were now the last remnants of Project Freelancer. One less living relic to a time now forgotten by the rest of the universe. One less friend to cope through their pasts with. The world seemed just a little bit lonelier now.

All of these things are what make me who I am. But they're also holding me back....

The message echoed loudly over the speakers for all the soldiers to hear; both from the Federal Army, and the New Republic. The soldiers all removed their helmets in a moment of quiet respect for their fallen ally. The one who sacrificed his life for the sake of not only his friends, but the entirety of Chorus as well.

I can't run this suit as Epsilon.. but if I erase my memories, if I deconstruct myself, the fragments I leave behind will have the strength to get you through this. I believe that.

The reds and blues didn't try to meet the eyes of their lieutenants who were clutching to one another in an act of comfort from the front of the crowd. They simply listened to the message and felt their hearts shatter to pieces once again.

'If we would have been there for them, maybe Church could have still been alive' Palomo told himself. He had only ever seen him a few times before in passing, but he know how much Church meant to the reds and blues. He'd heard so many tales of the cobalt AI, how many times he had cheated death, but now it seemed Church had truly passed on. There was no escaping death this time. (Ran out of space, will continue this in a reblog)

#red vs blue #rvb #agent carolina #agent washington #dexter grif #franklin delano donut #richard simmons #sarge #rvb epsilon #leonard church #lavernius tucker #michael j caboose #rvb lieutenants

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