#but no longer thinks the same I still hope they’re okie

[killuaisaprincess]

I SOMETIMES THINK ABOUT THIS PERSON

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Okie but what if a new girl is at school and she’s literally the girl version of Eddie? Maybe notices her from afar, always pulling up to school blasting metal from her car, sees her holding a LOTR book, same fashion, studying a D&D manual. Maybe she’s already friends with Robin or someone. How would he deal with that?

Oh god he wouldn’t know how to act.

He only started to notice you around school when you started to become closer friends with Robin

He’d stare from afar and as soon as you caught him he’d look away or pretend to be reading whatever textbook he laid out in front of him to make it seem like he wasn’t just undressing you with his eyes

His first reaction to you would be shock

Like… There’s girls like you that exist??

You like metal, you’re into DnD and fantasy, you have the same style as him, AND you’re hot???

His dream come true

Eventually you’d notice and start toying with him every now and then

Being extra nice to him to watch him get flustered and trip over his words when he tried to think of a response

Asking to see his new campaigns and complimenting how in depth he went and how creative he was with everything

Even asking if you could have a shirt for Corroded Coffin because you want to support your local scene while at the same time you know he’d lose his mind seeing you wearing HIS bands merch

One day while you’re with Robin at Starcourt you notice that Eddie and Steve are there too, but they’re keeping their distance from the two of you

Robin sees it too and from knowing Steve’s quirks she can tell that he’s giving Eddie advice for how to talk to girls, motioning over to you every once in a while

You both watch them as nonchalantly as possible, even getting up and making your way around the mall to see if they’re following you, giggling when you turn to look at them and they have to quickly hide themselves into whatever store is nearby

And while it’s fun to mess with Eddie, you’re tired of constantly having him struggle to talk to you or even be around you, and you decide it’s time to put your foot down and make him stop being so nervous

You and Robin decide that you’re going to ‘accidentally’ run into them and she’ll drag Steve away so you get to be alone with Eddie

And it works perfectly!

You run into them while you’re in the music shop and Robin drags Steve away to help her find a few songs that Vickie might like on the mixtape she’s making for her, leaving you and Eddie alone

It’s awkward at first, mainly because Eddie’s never really been left alone with you

Each time he’s around you it’s when you’re with your friends or he’s with his, never just you two

He struggles to try and think of something to say to you, all while you’re standing there before him with a sweet smile on your face just waiting for him to try and say or do anything until you get sick of waiting

“Do get nervous around pretty girls Eddie?”

He’s surprised that out of everything you could’ve said to him, you were so direct, and though he wanted to say something he just kept tripping over his words like he always did when he talked to you, but this time he was able to speak to you longer than he ever had before

“No! I mean yeah, maybe, i guess, why are you asking? Cause it’s not like you’re not pretty, you’re really pretty, and i don’t mean that in a creepy way, i don’t want to creep you out or anything cause you’re really cool and i like you a lot, especially cause we get along really well together you know? Am i rambling?”

You giggled at how he was trying so hard to speak normally, but you still had such an effect on him that it made him lose his train of thought

“You are. You also said you liked me.”

His eyes widened and his face turned red, not realizing that he let it slip out so quickly

“Did i? Cause if i did i didn’t mean to. And i’m not saying i DONT like you cause i do, i really like you, i like you a lot and i hope it’s not like creepy or anything cause the last thing i’d want is to creep you out or scare you off or anything cause i think you’re the only girl i’ve ever met that i like so much, FUCK, i keep saying it…”

You giggle as he rambles on once again, shutting him up quickly by leaning over and placing a kiss onto his red cheek

“I like you too Eddie, i think you just need to get a little better at talking to me.”

He stands there a blushing mess, nodding as he comes to realize that this is not only the longest he’s been able to be around you, but he’s admitted that he likes you at least three times and you weren’t scared off by it

You KISSED him instead of being scared off by it

“Tell you what, next time you talk to me i want you to be able to have a conversation without getting all nervous ok?”

He nodded again and a smile tugged at his lips

You smiled back and quickly reached into your pocket, grabbing a bit of scrap paper and scribbling your number onto it for him

“Here, it might be easier to talk to me if you’re not actually looking at me.”

He took the piece of scrap paper and read it to himself, almost in shock that he’s just gotten your number, and it was so much easier than he had imagined

You quickly glance over your shoulder and see that Robin and Steve had been watching you from afar, and it seemed like they were bickering back and forth like they usually did

“I think me and Robin are probably going to go in a minute, but i’m glad i ran into you, and i’m expecting a call from you later.”

You leaned up once more and placed another kiss onto his cheek before waving goodbye to him, making your way over to Robin and Steve

Steve got the hint and made his way back over to Eddie, saying hello to you in passing like he didn’t just watch your entire interaction

“I think whatever he told Eddie made him malfunction, he’s never been able to be around me for more than a minute before.”

You told Robin exactly what happened, and she was surprised that you took control over the situation, but couldn’t wait to have another thing to make fun of Eddie for the next time she saw him

[nastybuckybarnes]

Deep End  -  Six

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: He’s back. After all your best efforts at getting away, he’s found you again. And this time, he’s not letting you go so easily. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to get you to be his. Forever.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Language, Angst, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 4.6K

A/n: Okie dokie! I’ve got an epilogue planned but I like this. The epilogue will explain shit better but I've known that this would be the end since pretty much the beginning LMAO

Deep End Masterlist

THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

~*~

When Steve hears you stop struggling, stop fighting and stop crying, he’s nervous.

It’s been a while since he locked you up there, and he really should check on you soon, if only to make sure the baby’s okay after that stunt you pulled.

He pushes the door to the bedroom open, eyeing your figure carefully.

You look like you’re asleep. If he wasn't so attuned to your body, your heart and your breathing, he wouldn’t have noticed something’s wrong.

Your heart is beating rapidly, far faster than normal. And it’s weaker than usual.

Your breathing is shallow and strained, and your face is lacking its usual healthy glow.

He rushes to your side, tearing the rope from your wrists and touching your face carefully.

Your skin is hot to the touch, and he feels fear settle in his gut.

He doesn’t know what to do, how to help. He’s never really had to help you like this, the doctor’s always been nearby.

He grabs his phone, calling the doctor and pacing nervously.

“Sh-she’s burning up and her breathing is shallow.”

Steve's stomach drops as he listens to the doctor’s instructions, answers his questions and comes to the realization of why you’re like this.

He rolls you onto your left side, tears welling up in his eyes at how unresponsive you are.

The doctor hangs up after telling the super soldier that he’ll be there soon.

His heart is in his throat as he tries to undo the damage of his punishment, putting the evidence back in the box and kicking the rope under the bed.

You’re still unresponsive, heart weak, but your breath sounds a little less strained.

Monster. That’s what you called him. What Natasha called him and what Bucky’s asset called him.

Maybe you’re right.

But he wants you. He needs you. Giving you up would be giving up a piece of his soul and he’s not ready to do that yet.

~*~

The doctor informs him that both you and the baby are okay, but being on your back for so long was compressing a major vein supplying your baby with oxygenated blood. If he’d gotten there any later it might’ve been too late.

With strict instructions to keep you on your left side and make sure you stay hydrated, the doctor takes his leave.

He stays by your side, holding your hand tightly in both of his as he really comes to terms with the fact that it was entirely his fault. He almost killed you and your baby to prove a stupid point. To discourage you from doing the very same thing.

His heart is heavy in his chest as he listens to your heartbeat get stronger, to the baby’s heartbeat continue fluttering like a hummingbird’s.

Those two sounds bring him peace, if only temporarily.

Shattering his peace is the sound of the front door opening, followed by tiny little footsteps clomping up the stairs.

“Mommy! Mommy!”

Sarah.

Steve shoves himself to his feet and quickly leaves the room just as his daughter tries to enter.

“Sarah, mommy’s sleeping.” She frowns up at him and shakes her little blonde head.

“I need to talk to mommy!”

She walks around his legs only for him to scoop her up in his arms.

“She’s sleeping right now, honey.”

Sarah shakes her head angrily, beating her tiny fists against his shoulders.

“Let me go! I want mommy! Mommy!! Put me down!” She starts shrieking. Full-on screaming bloody murder right in his ear, and he loses his grip on the wriggling child.

She slides out of his arms and runs into the bedroom, climbing onto the bed and shaking your shoulder.

“Mommy?” She’s got little tears on her face, and they don’t cease when you don’t wake up.

“Why won’t mommy wake up?!” She looks up at Steve with terror written on her face and it shatters his heart in his chest.

“Sarah, mommy’s sick, okay? I had the doctor come over and he said that she needs to rest and when she wakes up we’re gonna need to make sure she’s got plenty of water, okay?”

Sarah’s big blue eyes are filled with tears and she shakes her head.

“I want mommy!”

She clings to your torso, crying against your shoulder in fear.

“Sarah, honey, mommy’s gonna be okay. You just gotta give her some space, okay? How about I set up a movie for you?” Sarah sniffles and slowly pulls away from you, looking at her father and shaking her head again.

“I want mommy! I hate you!”

Steve then realizes just how crucial you are. How important you are, not only to him but to his daughter as well.

Losing you would hurt so many people.

“Honey, you gotta give mommy and I some space, okay?”

He picks up the five-year-old, despite her quite literally kicking and screaming, and sets her down outside the bedroom.

He shuts the door quickly and locks it even faster.

Sarah stands outside, wailing her head off and pounding on the door with her tiny little fists.

She cries for you, over and over again, and it breaks Steve’s heart.

He’s brought back to what you said about him. About how this isn’t love.

He sits down at your side again, trying desperately to drown out the sound of his daughter crying outside as his thoughts overwhelm him.

He hasn’t been the nicest to you, that he’ll openly admit, and he makes mistakes probably more often than he doesn’t. But he loves you. He needs you.

Tears well up in his eyes and he lets out a shuddering breath.

He’ll make this right. He has to. Sarah deserves a mother, so does your unborn baby. And -though he may not deserve you- he needs you. The monster will be hard to fight, but losing you will be harder.

The damage he’s done might be irreversible, but he’s gonna do what he can to make things right, to give you a better life.

You don’t wake up for a few hours, but when you do you’re confused.

Your back aches and you feel a little dizzy as you remember what happened, how you got here.

Steve watches as you regain consciousness, confusion pulling your brows together before you slowly open your eyes.

“How’re you feeling?” He asks softly, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles soothingly.

You look up at him then drop your gaze to your belly, bringing your free hand down to rub it gently.

“Am I... are we okay?” He nods gently, tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n). I was... I don’t know, trying to teach you a lesson. And all that did was hurt you. Hurt the baby. I wanted to show you that trying to hurt yourself and hurt the baby wouldn’t fly, but I ended up doing far more damage.”

You swallow hard and struggle to push yourself into a seated position, wincing at the throb in your head.

“The doctor said that you shouldn’t move too much, and try to stay on your left side when you sleep. I-I didn't know that sleeping on your back was bad.”

You take a deep breath and look up at him, waiting for the anger to take hold in his eyes but it never does.

“I’m sorry for hurting you. For scaring you and not trusting you. I... I lost you for so many years and now I have you back and... I don’t wanna lose you again. But everything I do to try and keep you close, make you mine... all it does is push you further away and I’m sorry.”

His apology takes you by surprise, and you eye him skeptically.

How are you supposed to know if he’s telling the truth?

He drags one of his hands down his face and for a moment you can truly see just how old Steve Rogers is.

The exhaustion of carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders finally shows in the lines near his eyes, the bags beneath them. But what really displays his age is his eyes. They’re so full of trauma and pain and weariness.

For the first time since waking up from the ice, Steve Rogers looks his age.

“I-I’m sorry, too,” you whisper, surprising him.

“I didn’t... I wasn’t thinking. I just... I wanted to punish you for what happened to Natasha. What you did. I wanted you to hurt but I just ended up hurting myself in the process.” You look down at your hands, trying to figure out how you want to phrase what you have to say.

“People argue, Steve. But what you do... it’s beyond that. We’re not... there are so many things wrong with what’s happening between us, what’s happened already, but I can’t leave. Sarah’s too attached and all I want for my little girl is to have a happy life. To have the happiness that was torn from me.”

Guilt settles on his chest, but he lets you continue speaking.

“I want my daughter to have a good life. I don’t want her to be afraid of-of people. The way I am. She loves you, and I know... I think you love her. You haven’t hurt her yet, and I hope it stays that way because at the rate we’re going, I'm not sure how much longer I’ll be able to do this.”

The pure fatigue on your face is more than enough explanation, but the idea of losing you is too much for him to bear.

“No, don’t say that. I’m gonna get better, okay? We-we were happy once. And we can do it again. I’ll be gentle and patient. I just... I need you, (Y/n). I need you a lot and the fact that you have such a tight hold over my every thought makes me angry. But I’m not gonna take it out on you anymore, okay?”

You let out a deep breath and eye him carefully.

“You’ve said that before.”

He thinks back to the time you spent in that cabin in the woods, where you turned his friends against him.

He has said that before, and look at where he is now.

“This time it’ll be different.”

You don’t have the energy to fight him. So if he’s gonna try, fine.

“Where’s Sarah?” You ask, hoping she’s still safely out with Morgan.

Steve’s face falls again and he stands up and opens the door to your bedroom.

Sarah sits crumpled in a ball, her cheeks covered in tears.

“Mommy!” She all but screams the word, launching to her feet.

Steve tries to take her hand but she yanks it away from him, shooting him a glare then running to the bed and climbing up beside you.

Your heart breaks when you see how sad she looks, and you hug her to your chest.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s okay.” She sniffles and climbs onto your lap, climbing to you like her life depends on it.

You wonder what happened while you were unconscious, what Steve did to upset her so much, and your mind immediately goes to the worst.

You look at the man, your thoughts written plainly across your face, but he quickly shakes his head.

“No. I just told her she couldn’t come in. Not ‘till you woke up. She uh... she stayed right outside the door.”

You soothe your daughter, rocking her as much as you can manage with the pain rolling down your spine.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s okay. Everything’s okay.” You hold her close to you, trying to calm her down while Steve looks on helplessly.

Although his daughter loves him, loves being here with him, nothing can compare to the bond that the two of you have.

The monster in him hates it. Hates that he’s not as close to his own daughter, blames you for it. But he pushes that part of himself down.

He made a promise. And this time he’s not gonna break it.

~

"Are you sure you’re okay with it?” He asks for the thousandth time.

You only shrug, fixing your hair in the mirror as the doorbell rings.

“It’s a little too late now, Steve. Besides, I don’t really care. Sarah’s gonna have fun and that’s all that matters.”

Your daughter took a few days to warm up to Steve again, but now that she has he’s not gonna risk anything changing that.

He takes one last look at you, at how pretty you look in your blue sundress, then leans forward and kisses your cheek.

“I love you, (Y/n). I can send them away.”

You take a deep breath and shake your head.

“Sarah’s excited. Besides, I wanna know what we’re having.”

You plaster on a forced smile and it breaks his heart, but he turns and heads downstairs to greet the guests.

Ever since you got hurt, he’s been nicer. Far gentler than he's ever been with you, and you’re not complaining.

Steve has the potential to be a good person, that much is obvious, but he chooses not to.

He hasn’t hurt you again, or even yelled at you. No, he’s been patient and understanding and it’s such a sharp contrast from who he was before.

You can hear him greeting the guests warmly, chatting on and on about this and that and whatever else.

Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself, you leave the faux safety of the bedroom and head down the stairs, smiling at your guests.

People that you’ve never seen before are in your house. Well, that’s not true. You’ve seen them on TV.

The Avengers are in your living room and kitchen, talking softly amongst themselves.

In the presence of these superheroes, you feel small. Weak. And you can’t fight the urge to find Steve as anxiety crawls up your spine.

He’s in the kitchen, talking animatedly with Tony Stark and Sam Wilson. Iron Man and Falcon.

He looks so at ease, his face split open with a laidback grin.

Sam’s eyes find yours and he says something to Steve, making the blond turn to you with a soft smile.

He waves you over and you obey, one hand resting delicately on your bump.

“Sam, Tony, this is my (Y/n). (Y/n), Sam and Tony.” You nod politely at them, sliding your clammy hand into Steve's nervously.

You haven’t been around this many people in a very long time.

“It’s nice to finally meet the woman who’s got Captain America so hooked! All he does is talk about you,” Sam says, a grin on his face.

You smile at him, looking up at Steve.

He nods encouragingly, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles to try and ease your anxiety.

“It’s nice to meet you, too. I, uh, I’ve heard a lot about you. About both of you.” Tony smiles looking down as someone tugs on his pant leg.

“Can I have a sleepover at Sarah’s house?!” Morgan asks excitedly, her little face full of glee.

“You’re gonna need to go ask your mother. You know she makes all the decisions.”

Tony’s gaze lifts to yours when his daughter runs to find her mom.

“Is it alright if she sleeps over tonight?”

Steve nods then looks at you.

“You alright with that?”

You’re not sure if it’s a real choice or a test, but you don’t want to find out.

“Of course. She’s always welcome here.”

Tony nods with a smile, then resumes whatever conversation they were having before you showed up.

You tune out what they’re saying, carefully rubbing over your stomach and poking at your baby whenever they decide to kick you.

“(Y/n)? Did you wanna help me set the food up outside?” Pepper’s voice breaks you from your trance, her hand coming to rest softly on your shoulder.

You look up at Steve, silently asking for permission, but he just leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips and lets go of your hand.

You follow Pepper, setting up the table in the backyard silently for a while before she clears her throat.

“How are you feeling, (Y/n)? Sarah told us you were sick.”

You swallow hard and give her a tight smile.

“I’m feeling better. Tired all the time but this little devil is to blame for that.” You poke your belly only to be met with another kick.

Pepper nods, smiling at you.

“Are you excited?”

That question throws you for a loop.

Are you? Are you excited to have another baby?

You’re excited for Sarah to have a sibling. Excited to get to hold your baby and love your baby. But the reason why you’re having the baby in the first place? The father of your baby? No.

“Yeah, I am. A little nervous, too.”

She sits down by your garden, patting the seat next to her.

“You look tired, (Y/n). More tired than a mother should be. You’re wearing yourself thin.” You keep your lips sealed, not wanting to say anything that might make Steve mad.

She sighs and sets a gentle hand on your knee.

“I don’t know what your... relationship is with Steve, but I know you’re unhappy. He’s a good guy, deep down. But you need to take care of yourself, okay? Don’t work yourself to the breaking point because it’ll be even harder to build yourself back up. Especially with a brand new baby.”

You let out a shuddering breath and nod.

“It’s just hard. I’m trying but... it’s hard.”

As you talk softly with Pepper, Steve observes the two of you.

You look so sad, so defeated. He hates that he made you look like that.

“She’s unhappy, Steve.”

He turns to the voice, eyebrows raising.

“Wanda. I didn’t know if you’d make it.” He pulls her into a hug. “I heard about what happened in Westview... Wanda, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

She sighs, pulling away with a sad smile.

“No. But I will be.” Her eyes travel back over to you for a moment, feeling the pain and the sorrow in your soul.

“Do you think she’ll ever be happy here? With me?” Wanda sighs, crossing her arms over her chest and closing her eyes, feeling your thoughts, your energy.

“It’s hard to tell. Right now she’s so... numb. Nothing but sadness and... hopelessness. Her spirit is crushed, Steve.” She reopens her eyes and turns to the blond.

“You can’t keep her here like this. It’s only a matter of time before she gets fed up and tries to do something drastic. Again.”

Steve knows. He fucking knows that. But he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do to lift your spirits.

He's given you more freedom, let you make more decisions for yourself. He’s been gentler with you, hasn't forced himself on you.

Not forcing himself on you isn’t something to gloat about, but given the history between the two of you, it’s something fairly major.

He just wants to keep you in his life. He needs to keep you in his life.

He turns to the young woman beside him, a thought bubbling into his mind.

“Could you... do something to make her happy? Make her enjoy her life here? Make her love me again?”

Wanda’s mouth curves down as she looks at you, watches you play with your daughter and Morgan.

“Steve, it’s not right.”

The blond lets out a pained breath, shaking his head desperately.

“I just want happiness, Wanda. Don’t I deserve it? Haven’t I suffered enough to deserve a happy ending?”

Wanda’s eyes glow red with sorrow as she’s reminded of her own happy ending that she had to give up.

She takes his hand and gives it a squeeze, dropping her gaze for a moment before looking over at his desperate blue eyes.

“We don’t always get what we deserve. It’s hard and it hurts, but we can't control everything. And at some point, we need to let go. No matter how hard it is or how much it hurts. We can’t hurt other people because of what we think we deserve.”

They both look back over to you, your own eyes already on the pair, but dropping as soon as you see them turn to you.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I can’t do that.”

Tears stab at his eyes and he huffs out a breath through his nose, turning on his heel and walking away from the party, from his friends.

His abrupt departure catches the attention of a few people, yourself included. Before you can get up and see what’s going on, Bucky’s on his feet and heading into the house.

The woman Steve was talking to makes her way over to you, smiling gently.

“Hi (Y/n). I’m Wanda.” You smile at her, eyes darting towards where Steve disappeared from then back to her.

Bucky re-emerges only a few moments later, shaking his head at Natasha when she gives him a quizzical look.

You turn to Wanda with a strained smile.

“Could you just watch Sarah for a minute? And make sure she has something to eat? The foods ready.” She nods, watching with sad eyes as you walk back into the house to see what’s wrong with Steve.

“Steve?” You call softly, looking around for him only to find him sitting on the couch in the living room, his face in his hands.

“Why can’t I have what I want?” His question catches you off guard and you move to stand in front of him.

He shakes his head sadly, pulling his hands off of his face to grab yours, holding them tightly.

His lips brush over your knuckles gently, before he presses the back of your hands against his forehead, dropping his gaze to the floor.

“This isn’t right.”

Your heart races in your chest, stomach tying in knots as you try to figure out what he’s talking about.

“What are you talking about? Is everything okay? Did... did I do something wrong?” Maybe you shouldn’t have talked to Pepper earlier. Maybe you should’ve just stayed quiet and smiled.

“I can’t keep you here.”

One sentence. Five words. Sixteen letters.

That’s all it takes to have your heart stuttering.

“What... what do you mean you can’t keep me here?” You try your hardest not to let your hopes get too high. Maybe he’s going to kill you. Maybe that’s what it is. It’s certainly something more up his alley than... the alternative.

He slowly raises his head, teary red eyes staring up into yours. 

“You know what I mean.”

You shake your head, needing to hear him say it himself.

“What are you saying, Steve?”

He lets out a heavy sigh and closes his eyes, the words hurting him but he needs to say them.

“You're free to go. You and Sarah.”

The breath gets knocked from your lungs, eyes wide as tears start to blossom. This is a trap. A test. It has to be. There’s no way...

“You’re letting us go?” You ask softly.

He sighs again, nodding as tears find their way down his cheeks.

“Yeah... I guess I am.”

You’re silent, staring at him and waiting for him to tell you it’s a joke, to punish you. But he doesn’t. No, instead he lets go of one of your hands and stands up, his chest almost brushing yours.

“You said I don’t love you... but I do. I love you. Or maybe I love the idea of you, I don’t know. But either way... I hate how sad you are. How sad and afraid I make you. You're free to go wherever you want.”

You’re practically hyperventilating.

After all this time, you never truly thought he’d ever let you go. That he’d have even a shred of decency left inside him.

He cups your hands together and carefully places something inside them, then turns and walks to the front door, grabbing his keys and leaving the house.

You stand silently, staring at the object in your hands until standing becomes too hard and you think you may throw up.

Then you sit down, silent tears trekking down your cheeks.

“(Y/n)?” You’re not sure how long you’ve been sitting on the couch, staring at your hands, but Natasha’s voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“(Y/n), are you okay? Where’s Steve?”

You stare up at her then look back down at the tiny, life-changing object in your hands.

“He let us go,” you whisper, your glossy eyes raising to hers again.

She looks half as shocked as you feel.

“What?”

You sniffle then wipe the tears off of your cheeks.

“He’s letting us go,” you repeat, pushing yourself to your feet and holding your bump.

“Really?” You nod, eyes finding the backyard through the kitchen window.

Sarah and Morgan are playing outside with Sam and Wanda.

“What are you gonna do?”

Your heart is so full of confusion, full of pain and hurt.

“I’m gonna go cut the cake, then have a talk with Sarah.” She nods, a small smile on her face.

She heads back outside and you take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down before you go out and face Steve’s friends.

You toy with the dainty thing he dropped in your hands before nodding to yourself.

This is what’s right. It’s the right choice for both of you.

You entertain his guests for a few more hours, not wanting to clue them into anything in case they disagree with your decision, with Steve’s.

Only after the presents are given and the cake is almost completely devoured do they finally start to leave.

Wanda helps you tidy up the backyard, writing her phone number down with a soft smile and a whispered ‘if you ever need a friend’.

Everyone bids you goodbye until only Bucky and Nat are left, the metal-armed soldier staring intently at your left hand before a smile spreads across his face.

He surprises you, pulling you into a gentle hug and nodding his head.

“Congratulations, (Y/n).” You’re not sure what he’s talking about, but for some reason, you don’t think it has anything to do with the baby shower.

They leave too, and then you’re virtually alone, Sarah and Morgan asleep upstairs.

After cleaning up every last inch of the house, you head upstairs to go to sleep.

Steve isn’t home until after midnight, long after he lets his tears run dry and his heart stop shattering. It just aches now. Hurts.

He let you go. He really did it.

Deep down he knew this would be the outcome. Either this or your death, but he never wanted to accept it. Refused to admit it to himself.

But seeing Wanda... after all that she’s been through... and she’s still standing strong.

He takes his shoes off and drops his keys on the kitchen counter, freezing in his tracks when he sees the covered plate of cake with his name written on it.

The batter is blue.

A boy.

He’s gonna have a son.

A son that he’ll never get to meet. He’s given you freedom, and he doubts you’ll let him be a part of your child’s life after all that he’s put you through.

He slowly makes his way upstairs, his heart hurting when he sees no sign of your things in the pristine house.

When he pushes open the bedroom door he freezes in his tracks.

There you are, sleeping in his bed. No bags are packed, nothing is out of place, and the dainty diamond ring sits on your finger.

You’ve made your choice, he realizes, his heart jumping for joy in his chest.

He sheds his clothes then climbs into bed with you, wrapping you up in his arms and sighing heavily.

Maybe Wanda was wrong.

Maybe he’ll get his happy ending after all.

[petri808]

Hey!! Same nony who asked for the Glimpse of Us inspired nalu fic. I don't mind you changing the prompt a bit!! I'm sure it'll be a great fic regardless☺☺

Thanks! Okie I hope you like it 😊 I couldn’t help myself but give it a happy ending. Especially after enduring crying for writing this sad, angsty fic lol. You get both NaLu’s POVs. 4k words

Here I am once again putting my heart away again just to see Lucy smile…

We’ve been best friends since middle school, I sigh, remembering that day like it was yesterday. It was the first day back in session, me in my 7th year, and she in her 6th— just transferred to Magnolia middle from Crocus. Those big, warm, chocolatey brown eyes were so bright and full of wonder… her blonde hair always done-up simple to frame her face… and her angelic voice… ugh like a siren pulling me to my inevitable demise now 15 years and counting. It was Levy McGarden who’d brought the new girl into our friends group. I could easily blame her for the pain I’ve lived with, but in reality it’s mostly mine for not stepping up back then. Because if had I just… it’s too late now, so does it really matter?

“That guy was a jerk, Lucy. You’re better off without him,” I state plainly as I stroke her hair. She’d come over to my apartment like she always did after a break up to curl up and cry on my lap. ‘Because I could always cheer her up,’ according to her. Of course, I would. All I wanted in life was to see her happy. I’ve lost count of her failed relationships, maybe 6, 7 over the years. Probably more, but I rather not think about them.

She tightens her hug around my waist, mumbling with her face pressed into my stomach. The fabric is damp from her tears. “Why are guys always so insecure?! Things always start off perfect, then the next thing I know, they try to control me or get jealous or ugh! I’m so tired of it!”

‘Me, too,’ I roll my eyes since she can’t see my expressions. “But not all guys are bad.” Just the ones she always chooses. I think it’s because she’s too naive. Not to make her sound vain, but Lucy goes for looks and the whole sweep her off her feet type guys. Controllers. They’re like the sales guys who could sell ice to an Eskimo, until that Eskimo eventually realizes they didn’t need more ice. The minute Lucy shows her independence, it turns them off.

“You’re right,” Lucy sighs. “But they can’t all be like you.”

Ouch. If she recognizes I’m a good guy, then why doesn’t she see… “True.” I try to lighten the mood. “Could you really imagine more than one of me?”

I feel her chuckle and sigh. “I’m so lucky to have a best friend like you Natsu.”

Lucky me. I’ve loved Lucy long before she developed into the gorgeous bombshell that guys drool over— AKA the girl with the big boobs. Because that didn’t hit until the summer before her 9th year; the year my happiness ended. It skyrocketed her popularity and while she always ran back to me for comfort, I was officially relegated to a best friend status. All because of our year difference, the guys had pounced while she was still in 8th grade, and I had moved to high school no longer able to scare them away.

It was already really late and I work in the morning. “Do you need me to drive you home?” I ask softly.

Lucy finally peels herself off just enough to look at me directly. “I was hoping I could stay the night.” With those big brown eyes that gets me every time. “Please, Natsu?”

I groan internally, but of course, I acquiesce despite the pain it’ll bring. “Yeah, no problem.” Because I only have one bed. It’s not like there’s a spare and she knows it.

Lucy pops up on her knees smiling, then plants a kiss on my cheek. “You’re the best!”

Yeah… sure.

As Lucy asks to borrow one of my shirts to sleep in, I should’ve known this would happen. I’d once asked her if she’d like to keep a set of pajamas here, but she’d declined. ‘Your shirts are comfy,’ was her reasoning. I don’t think Lucy’s ever once stopped to think about how any of this affects me. My fault for acting like nothing did, even though it’s all a facade. Frankly, after 15 years I’ve gotten too good at faking it.

I make sure to be under the blanket, with my eyes closed, and turned away before she gets out of the bathroom. Because I don’t need to see what she looks like to know exactly how Lucy looks in one of my t-shirts. Kami I wish I didn’t. The loose fabric draped over her bra-less chest, knowing all she has beneath it are panties… I am still a guy!

Lucy slips under the covers and snuggles up to my back. “Goodnight, Natsu,” she mumbles against my skin as she wraps her arm over my waist. “Thank you again for tonight.”

“Yeah. Goodnight, Lucy.” Though inside I’m screaming expletives. The scent of her chamomile and lavender shampoo is supposed to be relaxing. Maybe for her, but not me. Just thinking about how it’ll permeate into my bedding and clothing— I’ll have to wash everything as soon as she leaves… well, maybe masterbate with it first. Idiot. I’m such an idiot.

Another night of pain, and of me hoping it’ll be some time before she finds a new boyfriend. Because inevitably, she will, and it’ll restart the clock till another night like this comes around. That’s a bit harsh, I know, because it could be a lot worse. Lucy could find a relationship that lasts and I’ll be left behind. So, I know I should be thankful for these moments I get to share with her… but I just can’t. I can’t.

A week passes by after that night with no incidents, and my work keeps me occupied enough to keep my mind off of Lucy. She doesn’t always tell me when she’s met someone new, not until she thinks it might go somewhere. So I hoped the peace would last.

Oh how wrong I was.

It’s 2am and I’m awoken to a frantic pounding on my door. So, I throw on some shorts, still wondering who it could be at this hour. There’s only two options that will fit the bill. A drunken best friend Gray Fullbuster who’s too drunk to make it home, or Lucy.

Bang, Bang, Bang

“Yeah, I’m coming!”

I swing open my front door ready to berate the person when I see it’s Lucy standing there with a black eye, busted lip, hair a mess, and her clothing ripped. There’s mascara stains running down her cheeks, and her eyes are bloodshot from crying.

“Oh my god!” I immediately pull her inside and sit her on the couch. Her arms are crossed over her chest. She’s shivering and I take note, no purse. Lucy always had a purse with her. I pull the throw blanket from the couch backing and wrap it around her, hugging her to me. “Lucy, tell me what happened?!”

“I-It was Jerome.” She sobs into my shoulder through the pain in her cheek and mouth, chest heaving through the words. “He, he found out I came here af,after our break up, and caught me outside, my, my apartment. Pinned me and c-called me a-a slut and a whore for running to my side tap, so I snapped at him for calling you that, but he only hit me harder.”

“He did what?!” I rage as a white hot film came down in my mind like an ending curtain call. That son-of-a-bitch!

Lucy’s body sunk down. “He kept hitting, but when he grabbed my purse, I managed to push him off and got to my car… then came here.”

Without saying another word, I grab my car keys and stomp out the door. I could hear Lucy yelling for me to stop, but I wasn’t hearing her over the screeching of black walls against the asphalt. All I could feel was the rage boiling over the rim ready to overflow. Everything was colliding. The years of being side-lined and watching her flaunt these dead beat relationships in front of me. The years of stomping down my feelings for this inconsiderate woman, yet the pure hatred for anyone who Dares to hurt her!

Since I knew where that bastard Jerome lives, I head straight there. Guy’s gotta get home sooner or later, right? As I brood on the way, hands grip to the steering wheel until the knuckles are white and growing ever more furious. It felt like forever, but pay dirt, the assholes car is in the driveway. Oh, Jerome… there’s hell to pay! I knock on his door like normal.

“Is that you crawling back to me baby?” Jerome opens the door and is immediately startled. “Natsu! What are—”

My fist connects with his jaw solidly faster than Jerome can react, sending him to the ground.

“Are you cra—!”

“YES!” I drop onto him swinging down with blow after blow. “HOW DOES IT FEEL JEROME?! YOU LIKE BEATING UP ON WOMEN?! WELL, HERE’S A TASTE!” Using my legs to keep him pinned, the built up anger and pain possess me. I give him no chance to fight back and barely enough time to block my fists.

“What do you care?!” Jerome spat back as he covers his head with his arms. “You’re just mad she’s cockblocked you for years!”

Fuck if he wasn’t right! But his words hitting so close to home only infuriates me more. “FUCK YOU!” I scream and continue raining hits on Jerome until he stops talking or fighting back.

“Natsu, stop!” I hear Lucy scream, didn’t even hear her come in. And though I feel her pulling as hard as she can on me. I don’t budge. “Natsu! Stop, you’re gonna kill him!!”

“So, what!” I finally snap and stop pummeling Jerome. “He deserves it!”

“I don’t want you to go to jail!” She cries and grips to my bare shoulder. “Please, Natsu…”

But my wrath is not over. I push Lucy away from me. “This is your fault!” I scream. “What was it you said to me?! I’m tired? ME, TOO! Fifteen damn years I had to watch you pick loser after loser! Then you’d come running back to me and I’d have to pick up the broken pieces to put you back together— well I’m done! You wasted all these years looking for someone to love you when he was standing in front of you the whole damn time!”

The confusion and shock on Lucy’s face said it all. She’s really never… “That’s what I thought,” I mutter as I get up to leave. Lucy tries to grab for me a second time, but I swat her hand away. “Don’t, Lu. Just don’t,” I feel the tears building in my eyes as my adrenaline rush starts to come down leaving only the emotional baggage behind. “I can’t right now.” Are my last words as I walk out the door.

Not five minutes after Natsu had left, I hear the sound of sirens pulling up to Jerome’s house. Oh, no, someone called the police! I haven’t even processed our fall out yet and am in no physical or mental condition to deal with this. They walk in with hands on their holsters just as I find my purse.

“Ma’am, I need you to step out here on the porch please,” the lead cop directs.

With my head hung, I silently acquiesce. Once outside, he further directs me to a female officer to be questioned while he enters to assess the scene. Seeing him kneel over Jerome’s unconscious body makes me flinch, knowing what’s to come. Then as the woman starts with my block information, name and such, the male cop is calling for an ambulance. The female cop notes my injuries and asks if I’d like medical assistance. I say yes, but while we wait for EMS to come, the real questions begin.

“Tell us what happened tonight, Ms. Heartfilia,” the woman coaxes.

“From the beginning?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“O-Okay.” I take a deep breath and launch into the story starting from when Jerome detained me at my home.

“And that’s how all these injuries were caused?” The cop verifies.

“Yeah. S-So I ran to the only person I know I could trust.” My voice cracks and softens from guilt. “My best friend Natsu Dragneel. When he saw my condition, he just snapped! I-I couldn’t stop him from coming here. I chased him, but by the time I got here he already had Jerome on the ground. I was screaming for him to stop and he did! But then he… um, left and then you guys showed up. Natsu was just trying to protect me!”

“Ma’am, you glossed over a part of the story. Did something else happen?”

I hang my head. “Natsu snapped at me before leaving—” I frantically wave my hands, “not like hitting me! I’ve just put him through so much, that he’s tired of it.”

“Uh-huh, do you want to press charges for your assault?”

“Yes!”

“Okay, and do you know where we can find Mr. Dragneel?” I start to fidget, but the woman adds to her question. “Ms. Heartfilia, we’ll find him with or without you, but if you really want to try and help this guy, then just tell us the truth.”

Tears cloud my eyes as the full weight of everything starts to fall. I sadly hang my head in shame. “He probably went straight home.”

“Thank you, Ms. Heartfilia, the EMS can take care of you now.” She takes me over to them to be cleaned up and my injuries documented. I just wanna go home and cry!

Once EMS is done with me and I’m free to go, I get in my car and rush over to Natsu’s apartment. Red lights be damned! I knew it’s a stretch, but I hope to catch him before the cops arrest him. Sure enough, I arrive just as their walking him to their patrol car. I jump out of my running car—

“Wait!” I scream. “Please, let me talk to him first!”

A police officer stops me before I can get to Natsu. “Ma’am, you can’t—”

“Please,” I beg, “it’s all my fault he’s being arrested!” The tears are pouring down my cheeks now, but I don’t care.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you—”

Ignoring the cop as he holds me back, I just start talking, screaming anyway knowing I’ve only got seconds. “Natsu I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry! I’m gonna make it right! I swear I’m gonna make things right! Please look at me!”

But he doesn’t acknowledge me as they put him into the car— shattering my heart into a million pieces. I clutch to my chest with phantom pains. This is worse than all the break ups I’d ever suffered combined! It’s like part of my soul has been cut away… And all I can do is stand there under the amber street light and watch them drive away like the sad lonely puppy that never got picked. I drop to my knees on the cold, cold asphalt, head bowed and hands shakily resting in my lap.

Natsu is right, about all of it… I totally deserve what’s happened to me— but not him.

When I get into my car, I know there are some things I can do for him whether he likes it or not. So, I immediately wake up my family’s personal attorney and direct him to represent Natsu. “Get him out of jail!”

Then I return to my own apartment, clean myself up and crawl into bed to hide away from the world— closing my eyes, but unable to run from my heart. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so alone before. All my life, things have pretty much gone smoothly— well, except my love life. And, regardless, I could always turn to my friends when I need them, especially Natsu.

Almost two decades of memories wash over me, all the special times with Natsu… that I’ve taken for granted. How many times has he faked a smile for me? How many times did he do something just for me that made him miserable? At minimum eight, once per every boyfriend I’ve ever dated… though likely countless times...

I’m the most horrible best friend to have never picked up on how he felt all these years… or worse, my eyes pop wide open at the sudden realization— how did I miss my own feelings for Natsu?! Our relationship has been so smooth and easy since we were kids, maybe that’s the problem. We’re so comfortable with each other, that we’re already like an old married couple in many ways. I blush at the thought of how I’d wear his clothes or sleep next to him like it was no big deal. Idiot! Can you imagine how it made him feel!

“I love Natsu so much, I didn’t realize it’s love.” I palm my forehead, I really am the worlds biggest fool.

Having this epiphany only serves in me driving the dagger ever deeper into my own heart. Almost like a ritual seppuku, but instead of a slow death, quick and painful. Natsu’s done so much for my emotional well-being, yet have I done anything for him? I curl tighter into a fetal position, wrapping my arms around my legs as the tears start again. Sadly, it’s too late to fix the past…

The lawyer got him bonded out immediately, but with Natsu not talking to me, it’s the lawyer who keeps me updated about the case. I’m just relieved Natsu accepted my help. The case takes a couple months to work it’s way through the system, until he’s allowed to plead guilty to a lesser charge. Luckily the district attorney considered Jerome’s assault on me as a precipitating factor, sort of a heat of the moment defense. Still, due to the severity of Jerome’s injuries, even in a best case scenario, Natsu is looking at doing some time for the assault and battery. On the flip side, Jerome is looking at an even longer sentence for unlawful detainment, domestic assault, and theft for taking my purse. Good. I hope he gets the max!

Now it’s been about three months since the incident and Natsu just started a three and a half month sentence. Since I can’t fix the past, I spend the months while Natsu is stuck in jail, getting ready for the moment I can make amends. He lost his apartment because he couldn’t cover the rent while not working, so I took it upon myself to get everything packed up and brought to my home or a storage. I even talked his employer into holding his job until he came out. His cell phone, car payment, and other bills were taken care of— really, a small price for me to pay for what I put him through.

It makes me sad that he isn’t taking my calls or responding to the letters I send, but that’s okay. I’ve come to accept that this time apart is a necessary, healthy part of the healing process. In all the letters I sent, I poured my soul into them in a way I know Natsu has never seen from me before. From apologies to emotions or just telling him about what’s going on, it’s cathartic to tell him how much he has always meant to me— because I know now I didn’t show him enough.

The day’s here!! Oh, I think I’m gonna pass out. My stomach is in knots and my pulse is high from anticipation. Natsu’s being released today, but I have no way of knowing how he’ll react to seeing me… If he gives me the cold shoulder… I’ll understand… it’ll be the penance I deserve. All I want in the end is for him to be happy whether it’s with me or not because that’s what he deserves.

We aren’t allowed inside the jail unless we’re visiting, so I’ve been pacing outside on the sidewalk for I don’t know how long. My fault for getting here too early. An occasional worker has stopped to see if I was okay, and gross, a few visitors trying to get a date. Twelve times I whip around when I hear the jail’s door open, and twelve times it’s not him. The confidence I’d come with slowly diminishes with each closing of the door.

One more door opening— I whip around and stop breathing, there he is holding a small plastic bag of belongings. I’d told myself to hold it together, but the moment we lock eyes, the tears instantly start trickling down my face, eyes searching his for a hint, please, please, please, I plead to gods I don’t even worship… but at first I get no answer. Natsu walks in my direction, but his face is a blank slate devoid of emotion. My breathing falters and knees grow weak. I thought I was ready to let go, but I’d just lied to myself the entire time. Now I know why he didn’t answer—

Suddenly, Natsu stops about four feet in front of me. I hold my breath, literally, waiting, I don’t think my heart can take much more. Then with no words spoken, he simply opens his arms wide and smiles. Moisture clouds my eyes, the breath I’ve been holding let’s go, and sends my heart soaring. Unable to stop it, I throw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, legs around his waist, and bury my face in his neck. And when I feel him embrace me— the full waterworks let go. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I repeat through the sobs. “I’m so sorry for everything! I love you Natsu! And I’m sorry it took so long to realize it!”

“Shhh,” I gently coo, and rest my head against hers, “I know you do. Shhh, Lucy, it’s okay now.” Just to hear I love you from her lips…Her words truly sent my heart buzzing.

I close my eyes and hold her tight for several minutes, relishing in this moment fifteen years in the making. When I first went to jail, a part of me really was ready to let her go, but her letters… I barely recognized the woman who wrote them. It was the Lucy I’d fallen in love with all those years ago, as well as a new woman I am intrigued to learn more about. And here I have her in my arms again to realize how much I’d only been lying to myself all along. I couldn’t never have truly let Lucy go.

Once Lucy’s tears finally slow, I put her down. “There’s that smile,” I tease, of those warm, chocolatey brown smiling eyes so bright and still full of wonder. I caress her cheeks and wipe away her tears. “Thank you for the lawyer and stuff, it really made a difference.”

“It was the least I could do,” Lucy hugs me tighter. “I would’ve done everything I could to bring you home.”

“So, I understand from your letters you saved all my stuff?”

“Yeah, it’s at my place, well except for furniture I had to put into storage.” She explains. “I’ve got your car at my parents place cause it was safer there.”

“Does that mean I’ll need to sleep in your bed till I find another apartment?” I couldn’t help the grin leaching through.

“Oh, no,” Lucy smiles wide, “just till we get married and get a bigger house.”

Her confidence makes me laugh. “Is that you proposing to me?”

“Don’t you agree, it’s long overdue?” Lucy asks coyly yet hopefully.

I chuckle and lean in, placing a soft, lingering kiss on the lips I almost gave up waiting for— and let me just say, I’m kinda glad I waited. But Lucy presses for more, a deeper kiss which I’m happy to deliver. I run my tongue over her lips causing them to part, then dive in for our first slow dance. A moan breaks free from me— I never want to kiss another set of lips ever again! Call it the years of repression, but just her soft sighs and whines start shooting straight below the waist, so I pull away. We are still in front of a jailhouse after all.

“In that case, my answer is yes…” I caress her hair as she rests her face against my chest. “It’s very… very long overdue.”

[primalsouls]

white rabbit pt 4

langa hasegawa x gn! reader (pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 3)

anon: will white rabbit have a part 4? ( if yes pls pls give them a happy ending hehe ) but its oki if you dont want to, no pressure! i just really enjoyed it and i love ur writing btw :)

⚠️ : im terrible at picking up what's a trigger, so let me know is there's anything uncomfortable!

theme: general

note: ooh my heart 💔 rip white rabbit 🐇🙏🕊 anyway, here's pt 4! :> i hope you like it and enjoy it! and thank you for reading! let me know what you think. :) i really like this chapter the most lol

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"Leave... Wonderland?"

"Forever?"

Reki and Langa stared at Adam with frowns on their face. Eyes widen at the words. Whispers surrounded them quick, destroying the small silence that gave the words to settle in for everyone. Blue eyes looked back at the [h/c]-haired skater. Their head still hanged low but he could see the sheer rage their fists held.

"He's saying that... [Y/N] [L/N], the White Rabbit, is leaving S." Miya repeated.

"Forever. Meaning.... They're kicked out." Shadow sighed, shaking his head.

Hearing those words, [Y/N] gritted their teeth and unclenched their fists. They looked up at Adam, a pleading expression on their face as they pulled their hoodie back.

"P-please... I don't wanna leave." They said, voice cracked in the beginning. Langa's heart broke at the sight. But before he could do anything, Adam walked up to them. "I'll do anything, please. Let me stay!" They continued but they flinched when their board was taken away from them harshly by Adam.

"A bet is a bet. Besides, it's about time S gets rid of its pests." Adam grinned. He snapped his finger, a couple of men bringing in a can of gasoline and a box of matches. Their eyes widen. Langa and the rest of his friends stood frozen, unable to believe the scene before them. Silence took over the crowd. [Y/N] knew they couldn't do anything to stop Adam from destroying their skateboard. "You should have won and this wouldn't happen. Remember, it's your fault." He said quietly. And with sheer power, he lifted the board and broke it in half with his knee. [Y/N] stared at him with wide eyes and mouth gaped slightly in shock. Tears pooled up and streamed down their cheeks one by one, one after the other.

"N-no... please, don't..." They whispered, a hand reaching out weakly but it didn't move much. [Y/N] was too shock to move any more than an inch.

Adam threw the broken board on the ground. He was handed the gasoline and the box of matches. He poured the liquid over the pieces, his masked eyes never leaving his younger sibling's face. Their look of terror filled him with chills. He loved it. Such as he loved the finish touch to the punishment. With elegance, Adam pulled out a match and stroke it on the igniter side of the box. Fire bursts on the matchstick. Adam flicked it onto the broken board like it was nothing and within seconds, flames burst to life, consuming the skateboard.

Langa watched with horror. [Y/N] didn't deserve that. They didn't deserve to leave. A bet wasn't even established. So, why? Why was this happening? His eyes went up to [Y/N].

"White Rabbit-"

"They're no longer go by that title." Adam interrupted coldly. "By losing this beef, no only are they banned from S, their title is no longer theirs to claim. White Rabbit is dead." Langa's eyes widen as his frown deepened. He couldn't believe it. This was not supposed to happen. Not supposed to lead to this results. No one supposed to be kick out or strip from their title. Adam reached a hand out. Langa saw how tensed [Y/N] got as the hand grew closer to them. The gloved fingers gently held into the S pin. It was on their collar of their hoodie but the next second, it wad ripped off from them. He threw it into the flames.

"I... I'm sorry..." [Y/N] apologized. Langa didn't understand. There was nothing to apologize for. Was it for Adam? For losing the race and everything they built for themselves? [Y/N] kept staring at the board, not noticing Adam turned his back on them. But his last words lef them in breaking in pieces.

"And don't bother coming home. A wild animal like you don't belong there. Never had and never will." As his final saying, Adam picked up his board and walked away but stopped to face Langa with a smirk. "Oh, and once again, my dear SNOW, congratulations." Langa blinked, watching Adam disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Damn..." Shadow muttered.

"Vanished from S... what a turn of events." Miya commented quietly.

Reki frowned at Adam's disappearing figure before he turned to Langa and [Y/N]. Everyone else slowly departed. Reki walked up to the two skaters, the broken board still caught in flames. Tears continued to spill from their eyes, Reki saw. Before the two could say any sort of comfort words to them, [Y/N] turned away from them and ran, ran as fast as they could. Away. They needed to get away and breathe. They couldn't breathe properly. Their chest was killing them. Sobs caught in their throat when they tried to cry. It hurts them. Their heart hurts. Everything was always their fault. They deserved. They believed they deserved it. They weren't a Shindo. They were a pest in the family. That was why Adam-no-Ainosuke told them not to come home. He was kicking them out. He was probably make up a lie to their aunts to make it seem it was their decision. For the better of the Shindo Family, they would say.

Life truly wasn't fair.

"C'mon, let's go!" Langa said, getting ready to chase after them but Reki grabbed his arm, pulling him back. He winced, the grip on his arm reminded him of the injuries he received during the race. "Wha- what? We have to go after them, Reki." He said, pointing towards [Y/N] running off.

"But you'll hurt even more with injuries like this. Besides, it's not our business. What happened with them was between them and Adam." Reki said. Miya nodded as he walked up to them.

"He's right, Langa. We should stay out of it. They're no longer of importance." Miya added in, crossing his arms over his chest. Langa frowned at the two boys.

"It's probably not the best time to even go after them. It's best that we mind our own business for now." Shadow advised, the other two boys giving affirmative responses. Langa tried to come up with reasons to go after them, but Reki shook his head and led Langa awau from the factory, pointing out the cuts once again. That was the last time Langa saw [Y/N].

The past couple of weeks, they were no were in sight. No familiar white hoodie resembling a white rabbit was found around S. No one spoke about them. It was like they never existed in the first place. As if S never heard of a skater called White Rabbit. Langa tried to find ways to get into contact with them but whenever he mentioned them, he was ignored, shut down, avoided. He was worried for them, for their safety. If Adam truly meant his words, then where would [Y/N] be? Langa wanted to make sure they were okay. That was all he wanted to know.

"[Y/N]... where are you?" Langa muttered as he walked through the park. He was planning to meet Reki at their usual hangout. Although, he wanted to clear his mind out of [Y/N] and the events that occurred. It wasn't their fault. It was his. If he never beef against them, Langa would had still see them every night at S, even from a fair distance to admire them. They would still be in his life, somehow.

"Ah, sorry..." A tired voice said. Langa looked down, not realizing he bumped into someone. He did felt something hit him as he walked, but he didn't pay too much attention. Langa opened his mouth to apologize instead but words were caught in his throat. His eyes widen. He couldn't believe it. The board in his hand dropped to the ground beside him, both hands reaching up a bit.

"It's you..." Langa whispered. Confusion replaced the apologic gaze on their face. "White Rabbit." When the title left his lips, it was their turn for their eyes to grew wide. Langa smiled brightly. "It's you, White Rabbit. [Y/N]." Langa was happy. He found his white rabbit once more. But no more words left Langa's lips as a hand slapped his cheek. It took him a second to register the outcome. A shaky hand of his reached to touch the burning cheek. He flinched when his fingers came into contact. "Wh-what?" A handprint appeared as a light red shade on his cheek. His eyes focused on them. They didn't wore their signature hoodie. Only a black one with dark blue jeans and white Vans shoes. Their eyes were still the same crimson color but filled with anger. And sadness? Langa parted his lips, unable to say anything.

"Don't call me that name. Because of you, I'm no longer.... that..." [Y/N] spat out, glaring dangerously at Langa. "You took everything away from me. You ruined my life!" They yelled, all the feelings they tried to bottle in exploded. Langa watched with a shook expression as they ranted off on him. He may be dense to others' emotions but he could pick up the hurt in [Y/N]'s voice. The way they trembled with rage. He didn't like that. Langa didn't like seeing them upset. Especially when hd was the one who caused it.

"I'm sorry."

[Y/N] paused, staring at Langa with wide eyes. Their frown grew deeper as they tried to find any sort of pity or joke in his baby blue eyes. In which they felt like they were looking at the ocean. So blue. Like the sky. [Y/N] shook their head rapidly, gritting their teeth.

"Oh, shut up. I don't need your pity. And I doubt you're sorry! Because of you, not only was I kicked out of S, I was kicked out of my home... Not like it ever felt like home anyway..." They said, mumbling the last words but Langa caught them.

"Wait? Home... Where were you staying at?" Langa asked, voice filled with concern. [Y/N] scrunched their nose, eyes narrowed. "I swear, I'm not pitying you. I'm actually... worried. I've been worried for a long time now. Ever since you left S." Langa said, looking away from them, sudden feeling timid for no particular reason. They raised a brow, watching Langa's movements to fact-check his worries. There was no hint of him lying. But they still kept their guard up. "I even asked around back in S for the past few weeks. Not one single person said anything...It's like you-"

"-never existed." They continued for him softly, eyes casted down to the ground. Their features relaxed but Langa noted the sadness stayed. No anger in sight. They sighed tiredly, running a hand through their hair. "Doesn't matter... Just stop it." [Y/N] crossed their arns over their chest, raising a brow. "Beside, the hell you kept asking about me? Aren't you happy I've been kicked?"

Langa shook his head right away once the question next their lips.

"No. I'm not happy. In fact, I..." Langa took a deep breath, trying to think on his words before they left his mouth. "I'm not enjoying myself." He mumbled, making [Y/N] take a step closer to hear him properly. They tilted their head, lips tugged down a bit as they urged him to repeat himself and keep going. "It makes me sad not to see you at S anymore. I didn't want any of that to happen. I didn't even know what was going on." Langa shrugged, looking at them with a pout. A pout they found adorable. He looked like a kicked puppy who didn't like the fact their owner left their home everyday. [Y/N] mentally cringed at the thought. What were they thinking? This was the same guy who went up against their brother and banned them from S. They hated him. They were supposed to hate him. [Y/N] clicked their tongue, throwing Langa off the sense, wondering if he said anything wrong. A faint red hue decorated their cheeks. They turned their back on him, hugging themselves.

"Whatever. Whether you knew what was going on or not, doesn't matter. My board got destroyed and I can't go back to S. Everything happened..." [Y/N] whispered, arms slowly fell back to their sides as they watched the sun beginning to settle down for the rest of the day. "I've got nothing... I've got no one-"

"You got me." Langa butt in. The words made them do a double take on him. It caught them off guard. And Langa continued to surprise them. A determined glint in his eyes as he stepped closer. "Reki can build you a new board and we can all skate. Together. We can skate outside of S, anyway. It'll be fun!" Langa bounced a bit in his steps, smiling brightly. "We can hang out together. And if you don't have a job, you can work with Reki and me. You even move in wi-"

"Stop..."

"We can go to school togeth-"

"Stop it."

"You got us! So, you don't have to wor-"

"Shut up!"

Langa blinked, taken back by the sudden outburst from [Y/N]. He focused back on them, confused why they told him to quiet down. Their brows knitted down, hands clutched by their side. The sunset shoned behind them. The soft breeze brushed against their figure out. And if Langa squinted, he could had notice their faint blush reddened slightly. They looked cute. He wanted to see them blush again.

"Just... why are you doing this?" They asked, their eyes looking anywhere but Langa. They were shy. They found it unbelievable but it happened. They were shy.

Langa stared at them for a moment, making [Y/N] nervous.

"Because I like you."

Those words froze [Y/N] on the spot. Their eyes widen, lips parted slightly. The words ran through their mind like an echo. Langa's charmed smile implanted with it.

"And I want to be your friend."

Impossible.

"That's..." [Y/N]'s face was burning up. Cheeks redder they matched their eyes. "That's stupid." They blurted out quickly, taking a step back. Langa frowned a bit, not unexpecting that sort of answer to his confession. A confession they weren't sure if they were happy about or sadden by it.

"No one wants to be my friend. No one likes me... That's what they always told me." [Y/N] took another step back, brows knitted down but not in anger but in sorrow. Every step they took back, Langa takes one forward. "I'm unlovable... I don't... deserve it." The young former skater shook their head, as if snapping into reality. Tears welled up on their eyes. "You don't like me. You don't. You don't, you don't, you don't, you don't," They repeated quietly, hugging themselves as the tears rolled down their cheeks. Langa panicked. He didn't wanted to upset them. What they said made him wonder who told them such statements. They trembled and he didn't know what to do.

Except for one thing. And he hoped he don't get slap doing so.

Arms wrapped around their frame, a hand on their head as the other rest on their lower back. The hand stroke their head as the other ran their back in a circular form. Langa closed his eyes, hugging [Y/N] closed to him.

"Shh... shh... It's okay, [Y/N]..." He whispered. "Whoever told you those things, they... they don't know what they're talking about." Langa took a deep breath. "But I'm telling the truth. And you do deserve it." He pulled away a bit, cupping their face with his hands and made them looked at him. "I like you. I like you very much. And even though I want to be more, I do want to be your friend." Langa smiled genuinely, blue eyes staring into red ones. "So, please... let me be your friend."

[Y/N] stared at Langa, stunned in his embrace. The blush darkened as Langa continued. They couldn't believe it. Their heart pounded little by little with every word Langa spoke. The hands on their face felt nice. The comfort hug was something they never experienced. They only got hurt by the hands of those who dared say they loved them. But, for whatever reason, they trusted Langa's words.

"Please... don't hurt me..."

[thehuntyhunties]

can you tell us more abt your pirate au????? it sounds so fucking cool and also i want to maybe make some content inspired by it if that's cool okie bye

AAA ( ° ♢°) THANK YOU!! i need you to know that this ask absolutely made my day when you sent it and then i proceeded to never have a single free moment to answer holy moly 

First off, I have a tag collecting my posts, ideas, and inspirations, if you’re curious! .u. As for making content WOW THAT’S EXTREMELY FLATTERING, OH MAN. OH GOSH. the fact that you’re already thinking about that without knowing much about the AU is really incredible, seriously thank you so much

(although I’m wondering what kind of content you’re thinking of? I think I’m fine with fanart but I’m a little iffy about the idea of someone writing fic for an idea I haven’t even written anything concrete for yet ;v; I hope that’s okay! We can talk more about it)

Anyways! AU time! I’m gonna say up top that I still haven’t entirely worked out a plot. But the idea is that it’s set in a fantasy version of the HxH world that’s blended with our world’s golden age of sail/piracy in the west. TL;DR: Magic is a natural resource that’s everywhere the same way gravity is but actively harnessing it is fussy and difficult, fantasy creatures are everywhere too, and fate has conspired to bring Gon, Leorio, Killua, and Kurapika together on the high seas so they can inadvertently help each other with their individual quests despite the fact that most of them don’t trust each other (specifically Leorio, Killua, and Kurapika don’t trust each other and also Killua doesn’t trust Gon, Gon meanwhile is a keen judge of character and is just vibing).

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how to make the magical elements feel organic – or rather, trying to show that this AU takes place in an inherently magical world, with its own paths of development and evolutions and adaptations. There’s sirens, sea monsters, fae, druids, dryads, selkies, ghouls, sprites, merfolk, street corner spirits, household sprites, a couple of weird canon HxH creatures, dubiously-present gods... there will probably be more that I haven’t had reason to think about yet! 

The world itself has inherent magic imbued into it – the land, the plants, the humanoid and non-humanoid creatures – that is interwoven into all things, but has limited expressions and rules for how it works, just like, say, physics or geology. Some species have an innate magical affinity baked into them that others do not, but for (almost) everyone, actually working magic in a purposeful way takes lots of effort and years of training to master, and a lot of effects are pattern-based. For example, all sirens have long memories for sound, complex vocal ranges, and a talent for learning languages, which is thanks to the innate, natural magic of the species; but only trained songweavers have honed their inherent sound-based magic into the ability to make something happen by singing. 

As another example, an average human can train to craft charms, which can enable/enact/encourage all sorts of magical workings depending on how you use it. Now and then you’ll get a mage, who is really just a human who is more closely attuned to the natural magic of the world than average; sometimes they’ll have an innate affinity that lets them do unexpected things, but mostly being a mage just means you can more easily make charms and hexes that work harder and last longer. Druids are people who live at the edges of Fae woods, places where the Fae’s plane of reality pokes through into the real world and focuses or heightens the inherent magic of the area, creating (over generations) unique abilities in the human communities that act as caretakers. They’re probably the closest this fantasy world has to humans with active, workable magic baked into them from birth, because pretty much any time the Fae get involved the laws of the world get broken. The Fae are exempt from the world’s rules regarding magic and physics and reality anyways because the Fae don’t fully exist in this time and space to begin with, so I guess they get to warp reality and do almost whatever they want.

Also, just because I like to say it: sirens and humans in this AU are a kind of magic-laced convergent evolution. They’re both mammals and sure, they have a common ancestor somewhere if you go back far enough, but at this point in evolution sirens are pretty much an entirely different species of humanoids. Because it’s my fantasy setting and I get to make the rules. 

I CAN TALK ABOUT THE SETTING AND CREATURES FOR HOURS.

There are still a lot of gaps and uncertainties in the plot itself. Most of the story so far is that the main four end up coming together while on individual journeys. Kurapika was born into a druid community, but since the destruction of his clan has become a feared and mysterious pirate captain who leverages the (not altogether untrue) tales of his ferocity to get what he wants with minimal mess. Gon is a wandering siren hungry for the world, who met Kurapika before he was a captain and, as a natural storyteller, may have had a small hand in building Kurapika’s fearsome reputation. Leorio grew up in a land that had overtaxed its inherent magic and become desolate, and now he’s traveling the world using his training as a doctor to try and unravel how magical forces and beings work so he can try to save lives and – hopefully – restore his home. Killua is an assassin-turned-thief trying to stay one step ahead of his family while seeking a legendary magical treasure he believes will give him the power to rescue Alluka from the Fae realms, which she vanished into some years before.

Gon is the first one – by a long shot – to figure out that all of their goals are eventually leading the four of them to the same thing. But he keeps it to himself because it’s more fun that way. (siren!Gon is my favorite Gon to work with, because this is a Gon who can literally hear when someone lies to him but also schemes and keeps secrets and is fundamentally good but not necessarily honest, and I love that for him and find it very fun.)

They actually all come together on the ship of a middling smuggler (hi Tonpa). Leorio has agreed to serve as the ship’s doctor for a set period of time in exchange for eventually getting dropped off where he needs to go (and he HATES it here!). Killua has infiltrated the crew because he heard a rumor that Tonpa’s luck was changing and he had something BIG and MAGIC in his sights, which definitely isn’t the specific thing he’s looking for, but he’ll steal whatever it is from under the crew’s collective nose anyways and turn a good profit. Unfortunately the big lucky break is Gon, because Tonpa has decided to break into the magical materials trade that makes up the dark side of charm-craft, and Gon, being who he is, decided to let himself be captured in order to find out why this captain was lying to him about needing a guide through rough waters off a nearby coast. He discovers Kurapika already shackled in the brig, surprisingly because of what he is – a druid with valuable magic in his body and eyes that see the unseen creatures – and not who he is, which means the crew doesn’t even know two separate governments have put decent bounties on his head. 

Once they’re all on the ship the four manage to meet, Gon freaks Killua out with his people-reading and then offers to help Killua track down the fabled magic thing he’s seeking, Killua and Leorio learn that Tonpa & co have accidentally captured a sailor of the famed Scarlet Reaver, and an alliance of sorts is struck, mainly to try and get Gon back into the ocean before the charms and enchantments keeping him at bay manage to kill him. Fortunately it only takes a few more days for Kurapika’s ship to finish catching up, launch an attack, and take over the ship (plus Gon eats some people, and Killua and Leorio discover that Kurapika is the Reaver’s notorious yet mysterious CAPTAIN specifically). Adventure ensues from there!

this is definitely the sparknotes version of the idea ahahaha 😂Even without the full plot nailed down there’s a LOT going on here. I have a pretty good sense of the ending but only a handful of details for the middle. Plus I’ve thought about how Gon and Kurapika originally met, I’ve nearly settled how the Zoldycks operate in this world, i have PAGES of notes about siren physiology and culture (they have a secondary gill-based respiratory system but still rely primarily on air and they have their own language of clicks and whistles and other sounds that you can only hear underwater!), but then on the flip side I haven’t figured out things like where Canary or Ikalgo fit into the story or what exactly Killua is doing to achieve his goal T u T I’m happy to talk about it more! In fact talking about it will probably help me resolve some of those uncertain things hahaha

[thatgoblin]

Sacrifice

Chris Redfield x Sherry Birkin fic

Summary: Chris and Sherry were on their way through the Rocky Mountains to meet up with Leon for an upcoming mission, but when they stop for the night at a quaint inn, Chris disappears in the middle of the night. The leaves Sherry to find him and rescue him from whatever may have happened to him. All the while trying to figure out how to tell him how she feels about him.

Warnings: kidnapping, cults, human sacrifice, bad puns, violence, blood.

For @lyndibs

Chris always insisted on driving. It was his one thing he did that he wouldn't let anyone else do. She figured it was a Chris thing. Kind of like how she was always had her eggs sunny side up.

In this instance she didn't mind too much. It was the middle of the night and they'd been driving for three hours already after a 12 hour plane ride from Paris. It hadn't been as romantic as it seemed at first, chasing B.O.W.s rarely is. There had been a few moments that she was sure Chris was picking up on her feelings or even reciprocating them.

But they all ended up being about something else. Like when he grabbed her hand and ran with her down the street, it wasn't because he didn't want to lose her, she had fallen behind and was nearly crushed by a flying car thrown by a tyrant. Or when he pressed them against a wall and they were so close they could feel each other's heart beat. His lips had been right there, a small push up to her toes and they would have connected. It was because they were being followed and were giving the stalker the slip.

It seemed every time she got her hopes up, they were quickly dashed away by work.

Who knew B.O.W.s could be such cock-blocks.

"Hey, I'm pulling over here for the night," Chris said, pulling Sherry from her dozing. Opening her eyes, she take a deep breath and stretched in her seat as Chris pulled into a small inn that had a 24 hour light on as well as a Vacancy sign up.

"Alright. I'll message Leon to let him know we're stopping for the night," Sherry said as she worked her head side to side to loosen her muscles up a bit. She pulled out her phone to send the other agent a message that they were stopping for a bit and would be there in the morning. In true Leon fashion he sent back a thumbs up emoji.

Sliding from the SUV, Sherry saw Chris already had their over night bags and was walking towards the office door. Jogging ahead, she grabbed the door for him, getting a nod of thanks.

"Oh, hello!" The pair were greeted by a small, older lady that had long gray hair tied back into a bun on top of her head and big, round glasses perched on her nose. "I was wondering if we'd have guests this evening. How are you two, dearies?"

"Tired," Chris said, giving her a small smile. The man of few words wasn't without respect and courtesy, especially with a grandmother aged woman. "We'd like a room for the night please. We'll be leaving in the morning."

"Okie dokie," the woman said, shuffling over to a large, leather bound book. Sherry was sure the book was bigger than the woman, but the elderly lady was able to open it with a bit of grunting. "Alright, would you like a king or a queen bed? Our Honeymoon suite is available as well if you'd like to show off for your lady friend," she said, looking at Chris expectantly.

Maybe this was it. They had never shared a bed together, so maybe Sherry could get the courage to say something with them curled up against one another. Chris was large, but he could be so gentle and she was sure he would be an amazing snuggler.

"Two doubles actually, please" Chris said, shattering Sherry's fantasy of them sharing a bed.

Damn it.

"Two doubles it is. Ah yes. Here we go. Room 12. It's just up the stairs and to the left," the woman said as she marked down room 12 as occupied. Turning to look at the wall of keys, she picked out the room key to hand to Chris. "There you go. We ask that you pay in advance in case someone isn't here for check out. It is $100 for the night." Chris pulled out his wallet to pay her, giving the woman a crisp bill. "Thank you. If someone isn't here for when you're checking out, please drop the key in box by the stairs."

"Will do, thank you for you help," Sherry said as Chris picked up the bags again then lead the way up the stairs.

"Have a good night, you two. Sleep tight! Don't let the bed bugs bite!" The woman called after them as they walked up the stairs.

"You really didn't want to share the honeymoon suite with me?" Sherry asked, meaning to tease but also to feel Chris out a bit.

"Honeymoon suites are usually cheaply made and are least likely to be cleaned properly. I'd rather take my chances with a double," Chris said.

"Then why not a king or queen?" She asked as they walked down the hall towards their room.

"Because I know you're a cover hog and kick in your sleep," he said with a soft snort.

"True. She was really nice about trying to up sale us at least. I mean usually they try to add in all the bells and whistles and it gets aggressive. She seemed like a really sweet person," Sherry said.

"Just because someone's older, doesn't mean they're a good person," Chris said as he set down a bag to open their door.

"Well, I think she was adorable," Sherry said, closing and locking the door behind them.

"I'm gonna take a shower then head to bed. I suggest doing the same. We've got another four hours of driving tomorrow," Chris said as he opened his bag to pull clothes out.

"Tell me again why we couldn't get a flight to Colorado directly?" Sherry asked with a soft sigh as she pulled out her sleep clothes.

"Budget cuts," Chris said, giving her a small, playful smirk.

"Of course. Isn't that always the case?" She said with a giggle.

Chris nodded before he turned to head to the bathroom. Once the door was closed and the shower going, Sherry changed her clothes. She had grabbed a shower at the hotel they had been out when they first landed while Chris had been in meetings nonstop.

Changed into a tee shirt and sleep shorts, she was bent over and touching her toes when Chris walked out in just a towel. Standing up straight, she missed his faltering step as his eyes had gone right to her ass.

"Forgot my shorts," he mumbled, digging in his bag again.

"You're good," she said, working her shoulders a bit as a strange scent began to fill the room. It wasn't Chris' soaps. Those weren't that strong. "Hey, what's that smell?" She said, catching Chris's attention before he shut the bathroom door. It took a second before it really hit her, making her vision swim as she stumbled towards her bed, trying to grab something to steady her.

"Sherry!" Chris cried out as he tried to get to her, but he was over taken by the sweet smell too. He got to the side of her bed before falling to the floor with a groan.

"Chris," Sherry mumbled as she fell to the floor as well, everything going black.

When Sherry woke up, her head was throbbing and she didn't know what was happening. Rolling to her back, she slowly sat up. Still in their room, Sherry looked around before realizing she was alone.

"Chris!?" She cried, scrambling up despite the headache she had. He was no where to be found. Their things were still there, but no Chris. All that was left was the towel he'd been wearing, so where could he have gone? Changing into more appropriate clothes, she found that their guns were gone as well as their knives, but they always had back ups. Digging in her bag, she pulled the zipper on the secret compartment to get to her guns, hip holsters, and knife before digging in Chris' bag for his guns and shoulder holsters to put them all on.

If Chris was gone, but the towel was still there then he'd probably need some clothes and shoes. Grabbing his bag, she extended the strap to sling the bag over her head and shoulder. Now she just had to find Chris. Her bag was useless so she left it behind as she walked out the door to creep downstairs. The old lady was still there, humming to herself as she puttered around small area behind the check in counter.

Chris had been right, just because someone was a cute, old person didn't mean they were good.

Gun drawn, she went down the stairs as the woman had her back to her.

"Turn around!" She snapped. The older woman turned around to see Sherry with a gun aimed at her head. "Where is Chris? The man that was with me, where is he?"

"Oh that Dennis," the woman frowned, grumbling like some kid had been naughty and didn't have a gun pointed at her. "I told him to take care of you, but my son said the gas would keep you knocked out longer."

"Listen lady, where's my partner!" Sherry snapped, not wanting to let her guard down.

"He's already dead, don't get your panties in a wad," the woman said with a sigh, waving her off.

"Dead? What are you talking about?" Sherry asked, refusing to believe Chris was dead. If the hoards of the undead couldn't wipe out Chris Redfield, some old lady and her son certainly couldn't.

"He was perfect for the sacrifice," the woman said. "You know, usually we get those hipsters that are so lean and gamy, but your friend was perfect for our Lord's first meal on Earth."

"Enough talking, where is Chris?" Sherry demanded, cocking her gun.

"Dennis! See, I told you that you can't lolly gag around," the woman said, looking just past Sherry.

Spinning on her heel, Sherry saw a large behemoth of a man. He was big, bigger than Chris even. His eyes were hidden behind a mess of black, stringy hair that hung around his head in a curtain as he stomped towards her with clenched fists that looked like they could be used as sledge hammers.

"Damn it," she hissed, not hesitating to fire on him. Six rounds had him stumbling to the ground as he screamed in pain.

"Dennis! My baby!" The woman cried as she launched herself over the counter at Sherry. "I'll rip your pretty, blue eyes out!" She shrieked. The woman didn't get far though as Sherry wasn't a damsel in distress and knew how to fight just as well as Chris.

"I don't think so," Sherry grunted, kicking the woman away. She was quick to get on her, pinning her down with her knee. "Where's Chris!?"

"It's too late. Our Lord Aries is on his way and soon the Earth will be cast into his red dawn and blood will rain-" Sherry pistol whipped the babbling woman, knocking her out.

"Why do they always have to talk too much?" She sighed as she stood up. Going to the counter, she moved behind it to try and see if there were any clues there. Sure enough, a squeaky, loose board could be pulled up. Under it was a button and when Sherry pushed it, the back wall with the keys slid to the side to reveal a secret staircase.

Time was running out and she couldn't risk second guessing. So Sherry kept her gun at the ready as she ran down the stairs.

There were four sets of stairs to go down and she wondered what the hell she would find at the bottom. Her question was answered when she got to the last step to found an open door way. She could hear people chanting in the next room as she crept closer to peek around the corner.

Looking into the stone room with dark archways on either side, there were at least 15 people that she could count, all dressed in dark red robes. Chris was at the front of the room, tied and gagged while nude to a pillar with wood surrounding it.

Were they going to burn him alive!? There wasn't any time to guess their end game as she heard screaming coming from above her. It was now or never.

"Hey assholes!" She cried, rushing in with her guns pulled. "That's my partner you're about to barbeque and I'm the only one allowed to roast him!"

The people turned to see her, pulling up their own weapons of staffs and large knives, but that didn't matter. Sherry was a crack shot and even running, she was able to shoot most of them if they stayed to fight or came at her. A few tried to surprise attack her, but she was not having it.

The annoyance at herself for not saying anything to Chris about them when she had the chance as well as him skipping out on them getting a king sized bed together, combined with the fact the first time she saw him naked was right then when he was trussed up like some Faye Ray wannabe ready for the rescue, it was all pissing her off. Which made it all the more satisfying to slam her fist into some idiot's face to knock him on his ass.

Once they were all lying on the floor, groaning or bleeding or dead, she hopped up through the gasoline soaked wood to Chris.

Oh, he was very naked and try as she might, she couldn't help but have seen him. 'Good luck trying not to think of that later,' she thought to herself.

"Usually you're the one pulling me out of harms way," she said, pulling her knife to cut him free. "Also brought you presents." Keeping her eyes averted, she held out the bag of clothes for him.

"Thanks, Sherry," Chris said, grunting as he took the bag then quickly dressed. "You're a life saver."

"Don't mention it," she chirped. As he pulled on his shoulder holsters and checked his gun, he looked to her.

"Look, Sherry, uh about the bed thing-"

"You bitch!"

The two of them looked towards the door to see the elderly woman standing there with a rifle.

"You ruined everything! Everything! I will do it myself!" She screamed as she raised the gun and fired it at Chris.

"Chris, no!" Sherry cried, jumping in front of him to take the bullet to her back.

"Sherry!" Chris cried out as he caught her. He pulled her gun from her hand to shoot the older woman. She tried to fire first, but Chris was faster, sending a bullet between her eyes. "Sherry, talk to me, come on," he said, laying her down on her belly as blood soaked her shirt in the back.

"It's okay," Sherry wheezed as Chris began to panic. His hands were pressing to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. "Don't worry about me."

"Not happening. I'm always going to worry about you," he said, pulling his jacket off to help soak up blood. "We're gonna get out of here. I promise."

"Chris, stop. It doesn't matter," Sherry said, trying to reach for his hand.

"No, it does matter," Chris said, grabbing her hand with his bloody one in a tight grip. "You matter, Sher. Please, just hold on, okay?"

"You gotta let go of me, Chris," Sherry said, trying to take a deep a deep breath under the pressure of Chris pushing on her.

"I'm not letting you go! I can't! I won't!" He cried, refusing to let up. "Please, I can't lose you."

"Chris. . ." Sherry said softly. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said, kissing her hand. "I love you and I should have said it before now and acted like it."

"I love you, but you have to stop pressing on my back. I can't breathe," she said with a groan.

"What?" He said, frowning.

"Chris, I can heal myself, remember?" Sherry said, looking up at him as he stared down at her. "I'm fine, but you're squeezing the air out of me."

How the hell did he forget that?

"Oh, uh, sorry," he said, letting go of her. As he did, the bullet sat in the small of her back like it hadn't been inside her at all. "Well, uh. . ."

"I meant it," Sherry said as she pushed herself up to her knees in front of him. "What I said."

"Yeah?" Chris said, smiling softly. "I meant it too."

"Good, because otherwise this would have been awkward."

Sherry leaned in to kiss him, resting her hands on his chest. It wasn't hard or needy, but it was perfect for them. His lips were rough, needing balm as he pressed back against her fuller ones, cupping her face to return the affection.

"Let's get out of here and go to a Holiday Inn. I'm pretty sure there's no cults in those," Chris said after pulling away.

"Yeah, I'm gonna need a shower," Sherry said, making a face down at herself.

"I'll help if you want me to," he said, raising a brow.

"I'm sure you would," she said with a snort.

[ymiwritesstuff]

Hi hi! How are you? Hope you're doing okie dokie! Could I request some angst where the reader is a vampire and will testimony DIO's death by Jotaro's hand and tries to avenge him but cannot and the crusaders are forced to do something since they cannot let anyone off the hook?

Hello there! I’m doing alright thank you! This request was really really fun and painful to work on and I really hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for requesting!

Fruitless Vengeance

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 3: Stardust Crusaders

Dio Brando x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Summary: A certain vampire had a special effect on you but when your cherished relationship faces a horrifying threat, a thirst for revenge consumes you.

Notes: Angst, SPOILERS FOR PART 3

Having lived for literal centuries, blessed by the gift of eternal life you had come across many kinds of people as well as other ethereal beings of the dark. As the long years went by and events occurred, you witnessed the changes in how people acted, how inventions were invented, and how your kind slowly vanished from the face of the Earth, either by a misplaced step into the deadly sunlight or by those pathetic humans who feared vampires.

When you encountered him after wandering around in the streets of Egypt, the moment stuck to you and remained within you even months after it had occurred. It was clear to you from the moment you set your (E/C) eyes on Dio’s resplendent form that he was something special. He only had to look at you with those piercing amber eyes to make you realize just how much power he possessed. Yet at the same time, that fierce gaze had a strange alluring effect on you as it pulled you in and made his presence that much more captivating.

You had met many others of your kind but something about him radiated a totally foreign type of energy, something you had never experienced before. Dio was special, one of his kind, unlike any other vampire you had ever faced. And the reason for that strange power was revealed to you when the Lord told you about Stands, the powerful energy that manifested into a spirit, you finally understood what made him emit such strength. The concept fascinated you, to the point where Dio was willing to assist you in awakening your own fighting spirit. And thus, with the help of a certain arrow, your stand awakened.

The admiration you held for him was genuine, and you soon found yourself willing to do anything for him. A part of this was due to his natural charm that had completely taken over you, but in the end, it all came down to the fact that he was the only other vampire you had encountered in years, and as you spent more time with him, and he told his story, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Even though his exterior was as tough as a mountain, you could see cracks in it, and it made you appreciate him even more.

~

Your heavy panting and your fast heartbeat were the only things audible to you as you ran towards the direction you had seen the two fighting figures head to. For the first time in the centuries of being alive, you were afraid. It felt as though even with the superior speed of a vampire, you weren’t fast enough, and the rare fear that plagued your heart made you doubt. Doubt everything. Every time stop his stand produced, you felt them. And they were strangely growing weaker. And that made your core tremble with anxiety.

Another one. You weren’t certain how you were able to sense the times he used his stand’s overwhelming power, but it was clear as day that what you felt was indeed The World’s time stop. As you ran towards him, you focused on the sensation, counting the seconds that had become significantly longer. Dio had moved at such a fast speed as he was battling Jotaro you couldn't keep track of him. You weren’t even sure the direction you were heading was the correct one but that underlying fear poisoning you was fueling your being and demanding you to find him. Because something inside you told you that everything wasn’t alright.

Suddenly, a sound that could only be described as something massive hitting the asphalt surface of the road pierced through the air. This immediately caused you to pick up speed and head towards the sound even quicker than before, still feeling like it wasn’t enough. Whatever had just happened, you were certain it had something to do with the ongoing battle of the stand users, and it worried you.

As you ran, every possible worst-case scenario entered your mind. Despite knowing just how powerful Dio was, you couldn’t help but think of the possibility of him losing this fateful battle. No, he had to win. He was the strongest being you had ever met, surely, he would be able to best this human teenager that had caused him so much trouble. Your panting increased the more you ran but your eyes quickly notice two figures. One is standing while the other... Is on the ground. No. 

They’re too far away for you to identify them but you pray for whatever higher power there was that the one on the ground wasn’t him. Your growing exhaustion plants itself onto you and your whole body succumbs to it, feeling as if it’s on fire. However, you kept on running, desiring but also dreading to get a better view of the possibly alarming situation.

As you got closer, however, something happened. A set of quick movements by the two figures caught your attention and you could finally tell that the person on the ground was indeed the Lord and the other person, Jotaro, was standing in front of him awaiting his next move. Everything seemed to happen in an instant, and before you even knew it, Dio had gotten up and aimed a powerful kick at the now vulnerable teen. This gave you hope. Finally, after all the struggle and trials, he was about to put an end to the petty group that so foolishly tried to oppose him.

But he didn’t.

All your movements and seemingly the entire world came to a halt. The World’s leg came in contact with Star Platinum’s fist and for a moment, it looked like the battle would end in the blonde vampire’s victory. However, everything collapsed. The stand’s leg cracked, and that painful crack traveled all across the left side of the stand, but most horrifyingly, its user. Dio yelled in pain as his entire being began to disintegrate, his entire body being torn in half.

“NO!” A scream ripped out of your throat as your eyes helplessly watch the horrifying sight. His amber eyes lock onto you, a shine of desperation and fear shining in them as his body gets ripped apart in the most merciless way you could have ever imagined. Your body begins to tremble, your eyes fill with burning tears and another, gutwrenching screams escapes your mouth. It all happened so fast, and now, he was gone. And all that remained was his soulless body, brutally ripped in two.

Then, your eyes turn to Jotaro, whose own were on you, with no pity in them. Your grief quickly turns into rage, a spark of fury igniting within you. With one swift movement, you lunge at the black-haired teen, summoning your stand in the process in hopes of avenging the one you love.

In the heat of the moment, you fail to remember all the warnings you had received regarding Jotaro’s stand and receive a grim reminder as Star Platinum’s fist comes in contact with your body, knocking you on the ground. The impact most likely broke a couple of bones as a cry of pain leaves your mouth. You stay strong and lock your eyes on Jotaro again, unwilling to give up. “Y-you... You’ll pay for what you did!” The tears that form in your eyes feel like glass shards, the pain traveling to your entire being.

You attempt to get up, determined to kill this pathetic child, the sadness roaming inside mixing with undying hatred. The effort is in vain as you collapse on the ground again, your broken bones that would eventually regenerate screaming in pain. “Don’t try to get up. You’ll only end up on the ground again.” His voice was cold, unphased by what he had just done. And that only fueled your anger.

“I-I... Y-you... How could you..” A sob escapes your lips as your fury quickly gets overpowered by the sadness. How could he be so... So unaffected by this? Your entire world was crushed and he didn’t seem to care. You felt your injuries slowly healing, and Jotaro seemed to notice this.

“So you’re just like him. Fucking hell...” He sighed in frustration and for a moment the cold stare he gave you frightened you. But at the same time, he looked unsure. His turquoise eyes had a strange shine that seemed to be unsure about what to do next. Jotaro had never killed any of Dio’s minions, only injured them enough for them to retire, but with you, being a powerful vampire like Dio and trying to avenge your Lord, the teen wasn’t sure what to do.

“Good grief...” The uncertainty plastered across his face gave you the perfect opportunity to strike, but you couldn’t. In the end, no matter what you did, nothing would bring him back. Your hands clench into fists, your tears falling onto the hard ground as the sight of Dio being obliterated is still freshly planted within your mind. And that sight didn’t allow you to give up as the last of your injuries quickly healed.

You lift your head up to look at your loved one’s killer into those cursed eyes and wait for him to make his move.

“Whatever you decide do, Jotaro... Know, that I won’t give up...”

[botwstoriesandsuch]

Oblivious Actions Part 2 of 2

Revali x Reader

5827 words (hey you asked for a big boi so)

Part 1

Thank you for your patience! I really love how this turned out, even though I suck at endings. Critiques and any typo finds are appreciated if I missed anything. Anyway, enjoy!

Music filled the air, the stable was lively, and full of chatter. Understandable, considering it wasn’t everyday the Champions would grace the common folk with their presence. Many travelers were already making their way up the bridges to Rito Village, in anticipation for the Champion celebratory party set for that night. Around Rito Stable, workers had begun lighting up amber lanterns, in preparation for the sun setting in a few hours. A few Hylians were walking about. One Sheikah was playing his instrument by the campfire, humming a familiar tune, while others watched and danced along. Rito and Hylian children zigzagged between the large, wooden crates, painted with the Hyrulean crest. A worker with a maroon tunic was stirring a large pot of stew, its savoury aroma filling every part of the woods. The winds rustled through the dancing trees, creating its own, cutting melody. However, the chill was not felt from within. 

Inside, the curtains by the stable entrance were half drawn, people lounged around tables, talking and eating. Warm, yellow light illuminated the room, the lanterns occasionally flickering. Workers and guests clattered about. A few men in the corner were on their third pint of ale, while a few Rito women were giggling from across the room, staring at a particular Rito and Gerudo. 

He hadn’t bothered to wear his blue scarf, even though he adored it (and he would never say so out loud), he found that its emblem attracted much unwanted attention. Urbosa, on the other hand, had her sky blue skirt on, draped across the stool she was sitting on. It was the figure of a Gerudo so far into the Tabantha Region, combined with her Champion status that attracted attention. So in essence, it was her that negated any efforts Revali made to stay away from the crowds. He leaned back in his seat, staring at the ceiling restlessly, waiting for her to be finished with the last of the lingering fans.

With a flick of her wrist, Urbosa finished writing her name across the piece of parchment. The black ink at the tip of the quill soaked into the paper, leaving Urbosa’s cursive name in large letters. A thin and lanky Hylian man took it excitedly.

“T-thank you, Chief Lady Urbosa ma’am! Really! Truly! This means a lot, I’m going to— I mean… my kids are gonna love this.”

The Gerudo gave him a kind look and tilted her head, her emerald eyes gleamed. There was not a sliver of annoyance or mocking on her face. “It’s not a problem at all, sir. I find it encouraging whenever people come up to greet and support us. Don’t you think, Revali?”

Although the blank, wooden image of the ceiling was very entertaining, Rito pried his gaze away and narrowed his eyes at the two of them. The man was rocking back and forth on his heels, hugging two pieces of paper to his chest. One, already autographed with Urbosa’s loopy handwriting. The other, blank and waiting. His posture was jittery and nervous. The Hylian was switching his gaze between the Rito and the quill on the table. 

Ugh.

“Why yes, Champion Urbosa. It’s always nice to meet the adoring fans.” Revali enunciated the end of the sentence carefully. He continued with a regal tone. “Especially, since we’ve wasted the last hour of our free time watching you write the same word over and over. Theoretically speaking, we have greatly supported the ink business with our presence alone.” He leaned forward, speaking directly to the Hylian. “However, I think we’ve taken enough of this gentleman’s time, so why don’t we send him on his way. After all, I’m sure there are more actually important matters that we all need to attend too.” He flicked his wing in a motion towards the stable exit. 

A beat of silence. Then, the Hylian started to sputter, his cheeks reddening. “O-Oh... oh-oh yes, yes! Of course! I’ll just…” he took a shaky step back, “...be on, my, way, then. Thank you very much for your time!” He shuffled outside, nearly tripping on the step out the exit. 

Letting out a huff of air, the Gerudo Chief muttered under her breath. “Ink business...hilarious as always, Revali.” He let a smirk cross over his feathered face, “Yes, I already knew that, thank you.”

Revali turned his gaze back towards the ceiling, finding comfort in the fact that all the pestering fans were gone. Urbosa rolled her eyes. “Would it kill you to be nice? Or at the very least, polite?” He scoffed. 

“I don’t think having to endure lines of mindless devotees is part of our job description. Last I checked, I was chosen for my masterful skill set and bond with Medoh, not my penmanship.”  

She gave a tired sigh. “We both know that’s not the point, it’s about inspiration and giving people hope.”

“If people are so eager to have my name on a piece of paper,” he picked up the quill the Hylian had accidentally left on their table, “they can write it out themselves. By this point most people have the ability to spell, correct?”

The two continued their idle banter for a bit. The conversation at this point was mostly out of a lack of other things to do, as no food or drink had arrived yet. Then, another Hylian approached their table, cheerfully.

“Excuse me, Champions, I have—”

“OH for the love of Hylia!” the Rito interrupted, “I’m afraid I’m not in the mood to deal with whatever requests you have for me.” He held his head towards the ceiling, exasperated. 

“So pardon my bluntness, but why don’t you—”

“Revali,” Urbosa interjected.

He looked back towards her, a sarcastic response already at the tip of his beak. That was when he caught a glance at the Hylian woman in question.

She was holding up a wooden tray, dark and stained. A large pitcher sat on top of it, and she balanced two cups on either end. Her leather cap sat lopsided on her yellow hair. The symbol of a horse etched onto the fabric of their hat and tunic. The look on her face was that of confusion.

“Oh.”

The stable worker cleared her throat with a forced cough. “Um, you ordered the apple cider, right Champion Revali?” She set the cups down without waiting for a response. The Rito fixed his eyes on his drink, mumbling. “Yes, thank you Lucile.” At least, that’s what he thought her name was. He couldn’t bother to remember all of [Name]’s friends. The bronze colored liquid swirled in his cup.

Attempting to lighten the mood, Urbosa quipped in. “It wouldn’t be very responsible of me to let him get drunk, lest he become even more dramatic than usual.” She exchanged a quiet laugh with the waiter. Revali clicked his tongue. “I am in no need of your motherly supervision, Urbosa. Besides,” he laid his wing across his chest, theatrically, “I’m sure I can handle my drink much better than anyone here ever could.” At that, Urbosa gave a wink towards the waiter, whispering something about ego.

After pouring their drinks, the Hylian that was probably named Lucile put the pitcher back on the tray. “Alright, well, call for a refill when you want it. And don’t worry about the price or anything. [Name] said to put the rupees on their tab.” 

At the mention of their name, Revali perked up. “Wait, Lucile, I noticed I haven’t seen [Name] around yet. Are they…?” he let his voice trail off. It’s not like he cared that much, he was just curious. He hadn’t seen them all day. It’s not like he was looking forward to their interactions or anything. Yeah, curious, that was the word.

“If you’re referring to your little get together later, they’re still on for that.” Lucile gave a warm and knowing smile. “The place is busier than usual, thanks to you guys. So it’s ‘all hands on deck’ if ya know what I mean.”  She gave a quick nod outside, where a savoury aroma was starting to swirl its way inside. “They’re making your on the house dinner right now, so just wait a little bit longer.” Lucile tucked her blonde hair behind her ears, and picked up the tray. “Okie dokie, then. I’ll be seeing you.” 

The Rito allowed himself to look outside. The view was partly obstructed by the purpleish curtains on either side, but the unmistakable glow of embers and flickering firelight could be seen. Craning his head forward a bit, he caught a glimpse of a coffee colored boot in front of a cooking pot, tapping along with the music. Huh, only one stable worker he knew would still be dancing along to the music despite working all day. Revali thought back to that time when [Name] would force him to sing along with the sparrows, just to annoy him. Or how he would invite them to Warblers nest to listen to the Rito kids chirp their tunes. I wonder how they’re doing, have they been working all day? Have they taken a break yet? I know I’ve been caught up with Champion duties, but maybe tonight—

“Wandering eyes kill, little Rito.”

Snapping back into reality, Revali quickly blinked and turned to face Urbosa. There was a calm and almost pitiful tone in her voice that he wasn’t exactly thrilled to be at the end of.

“Ah, my apologies. I should have asked for your permission to use my sense of vision.”

Unbothered by his comment, she kept the smirk on her face. “You know, I’ve never seen you laugh so easily until the other day.” He let out a loud scoff. What was that supposed to mean? Am I not allowed to express emotion on duty? Perhaps I should don the same stupid expression as that little knight.

“Well, perhaps that’s because everyone else in the group is boring.”

Urbosa leaned forward in her seat, letting her elbows rest on the table. “Let down the act, Revali. Everyone can see the big picture but you.”

“What are we even talking about?”

“[Name]”

“Uh-huh. Right, I think it would save us both time if you bothered to be specific in what you mean.” He lifted his wings in fake surrender. “What about them? You insulted by their choice in flower crowns? ”

Putting his wings down, he went for his drink. Taking up the cup of cider, Revali lifted it towards his face, using it as an excuse to not continue further into the conversation Urbosa so clearly wanted to have. Urbosa let out a huff of air. “Look, I’m just trying to compliment you two. You really are a cute couple.”

Instinctively turning to the side, Revali spat out his drink wildly. His coughing fit caused the surrounding conversations in the stable to trickle into curious whispers. A few other Rito in the back were giggling. Thankfully, he hadn’t sprayed anyone as no one was in range. He wiped down the front of his clothes and part of the table with his wing. He cleared his throat and half stood up, addressing the people that were looking at him quizzically. Revali’s voice raised in pitch and his speech quickened.

“AHEM! Wow, that was absolutely appalling and disgusting. I can’t believe the staff would be so careless as to let a dragonfly swirl around in my cup! I WILL be sure to speak with someone later concerning the cleanliness and hygienic practices of this place. So...yeah…” he let his voice echo in the room for a few more moments before sitting back down completely. Urbosa’s hands were folded as if in prayer, but her fingertips were pushed in front of her lips, as if to keep from laughing.

“Great save.”

“Shut up, will you? What in the hells did you just say? Couple? I think you’re clearly misreading things.”

She let out a short laugh. “Well, the fact that you reacted so enthusiastically says otherwise.”  

“Wha—what…?” He shook his head quickly. “Urbosa, whatever you think you saw the other day isn’t what you think. [Name] and I are very obviously not dating, or seeing each other, or whatever your proper terminology is.”

“You both are very obviously into each other. You always hang out, you have cute banter. You’re dating, no?”

“NO!” He quickly shushed her comment, lowering his own voice and glancing around to see if anyone else was listening in. “The answer is NO because I don’t even like them that much. They’re very stupid, and unattractive, not to mention a Hylian. They’re an acquaintance at most. Maybe a friend.” He propped his own wing on the table and rested his beak on it. “Or close friend. A confidant...or—agh! Point is we’re not whatever you think we are!”

Urbosa let out a huff of air, letting her shoulders slump. “For a Rito, you are quite blind.”

He went for his cup again, fiddling with the chipped white paint that decorated the side. Revali didn’t bother to look up at Urbosa, for fear of unconsciously communicating something with his eyes. “Fine, then. Please, enlighten me into what I am so blind to.”

She furrowed her brows in confusion. Was he seriously not getting it? “You and [Name] seem to talk and visit each other all the time, considering you even know the staff here. You both have known each other since childhood, no doubt you’ve formed a bond. Both of you were so incredibly flustered just being in each other’s presence yesterday. Also,” she held up her head to imitate Revali’s posture, “You look pretty too!’ Does that comment ring any bells? Come on, Revali. And this is only the stuff I’ve seen in one day.” 

Shocked and speechless, Revali let the silence between them settle for a bit. He considered her argument, thinking over what to say next. “OK fine, I tolerate them. Sure. That doesn’t mean it happens both ways…”

The Gerudo Chief looked as if Revali had just told her that the current King of Hyrule was five stacked cuccos. “They practically invited you for a date earlier.”

“But, we do that all the time.”

“You do!?” it was Urbosa’s turn to be shocked.

“Wait,” Revali narrowed his eyes, wheels turned in his head. Did that time he invited [Name] to watch his archery practice count? Or when [Name] had baked him a fish pie when he came to visit them even though they were sick? Wait, wait, no. Friends do that all the time, that’s absurd. Yet, he couldn’t ignore the incessant fluttering in his stomach whenever he thought about braiding their hair...or laughing beside them...or— ah! What did it all mean? He scrunched his face in confusion, lowering his voice to a whisper, “Have we already...what does...are we dating?”

Urbosa held the bridge of her nose with her fingers, sighing. “Everyone with eyes can see it. You are.”

Revali practically squaked. “WE’VE BEEN DATING?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, you’re... dating Urbosa?”

Both Revali and Urbosa whipped around in unison to face [Name], who was standing behind them holding two hot bowls of spicy meat stew. 

Spirits bless his quivering soul, [Name] was here. There were still droplets of cider on his clothes, his braids were probably all frizzled from the trip down here. Was what he was wearing too formal? Too casual? Maybe he should have worn something more colorful. Hold on, was [Name] wearing their hair differently? When did they start wearing that yellow ribbon? It looked nice...should he say something? What was that new leather pouch on their belt, did someone give them that? Why all these changes? Are they seeing someone? Well it would be fine if they were...considering they were just friends. Right, they were friends— Wait a moment, did they just ask if he was dating Urbosa??

The Gerudo Champion, ever quick to regain her composure, was the first to respond. “Unfortunately, no. I’m afraid I’m a bit out of the Rito Champions league. We were talking about something else.”

The slight tension in [Name]’s shoulders relaxed, just barely noticeable. They chuckled, setting down the stews. “Ah-ha, well that’s good. Hylia knows Revali’s much more trouble than he’s worth.”

The Rito in question, who had still been sputtering over the several revelations he had come across over the last few minutes, finally regained the ability to formulate words. “...What? Hey! I’m right here!”

“Oh, sorry about that!” [Name] leaned down to face him, “I didn’t see you there. When you’re sitting down, you’re even shorter than usual! ” To further add to their quip, [Name] booped the tip of his beak with the end of a spoon. The feathers on his neck poofed up from embarrassment, though probably no one but him noticed. After placing napkins and silverware on the table, [Name] gave a deep, exaggerated bow. Their leather pouch hung out, half-open, revealing a few colorful hair ribbons. “Enjoy the meal, and thank you for staying with us, esteemed Champions,” their words were more of a tease towards Revali. “Just holler if you need anything, Revali! I’ll see you...later.” And with that, [Name] strode back outside, the brisk breeze fluttering the edges of their maroon tunic.

Revali’s thoughts were racing. Mainly centered around one word.

Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy

Urbosa looked at Revali, a twinkle in her eye. “Truly, you are made for each other. They’re the only one I’ve seen with the ability to actually make you shut up.”

Ignoring her comment, the Rito continued to stare at [Name] as she bantered with the other guests and workers outside. Then, he exhaled quickly, muttering comments that would make any mother click their tongue. Attempting to alleviate the tension, Urbosa asked, “Can I ask you a question?”

Quickly rebuilding his walls, Revali let out the usual quip. “You just did, but you have my permission to ask a secondary one.”

“Do you believe they like you back?” 

He rolled his eyes. “Ugh, spare me your useless fledgling gossip and prattle. What are you going to do, exchange handwritten love letters between us? Unfold the schoolyard drama? Maybe later we can skip around in circles as we talk about our crushes before bedtime.” 

She rolled her eyes. It might as well be an exercise when around Revali. “How about you answer the question?”

He turned away, looking outside and watching the dancing trees and people. “[Name] and I have been friends for years. I think I’d know if we had mutual feelings.”

Taking a napkin and placing it on her lap. She focused on enjoying her meal. “Oh but you do. You’re both clearly head over heels for each other already. Considering you're already basically dating.”

Turning back to face her, he started sputtering. “Wait, wait. Let’s back up, shall we? If we’re, as you said, basically dating, does that mean they know this? Do...do they already consider me their significant other? Do they know we’re…” he lowered his voice again, gesturing at himself wildly, “...you know.”

Urbosa slurped her stew, but held Revali’s gaze. She enjoyed its warmth and savory smell for several, several, several long seconds, still looking Revali in the eye. He spread his wings, exasperated. “Your condescending stares aren’t improving the situation.” 

Finally, she finished her sip, giving a satisfied sigh. The spicy taste tingled in her mouth. “Mmm. Delicious. [Name]’s cute and a good cook. You have good taste.”

“Did you just make a pun?”

“Pfft, like you haven’t done that before?” Revali responded with a grimace. 

The Rito asked again, “Can you just please take this seriously and help me with all this? You should already be flattered that I’m even bothering to continue this conversation with you. I don’t just babble about [Name] with anyone. So just...tsk...I don’t know, grace me with whatever wisdom you have.”

Urbosa raised an eyebrow, “Oh? Why should I? I’m not your mother or anything…” She flipped her velvet hair and looked away dramatically. Seems the Rito’s personality rubbed off on her.

Revali rolled his eyes, “Are you really going to make me—”

“Yes.” she said bluntly.

“Well, I’m not—”

“Hm?” 

“I said—”

“What?”

“Can you—”

“Yes?”

Revali sat there, eyes narrowed. Seems there was only one way he was gonna get her to talk. Urbosa gave a hearty laugh, her chocolate smooth voice echoing through the room. She kept her eyebrows raised, looking at him expectantly. After letting out another sigh, the Rito grumbled, barely opening his beak. “Can you please help me with all this...” Urbosa cupped a hand around her ear, a smirk plaster on her face. Revali quickened his speech. “...ugh you’re insufferable...considering you are the closest thing to a parental figure in my life and you’re more of an expert in this than I am, please tell me what in the hells I should do about [Name]—THERE! Happy?”

She started chuckling again, laughter must come easy for her. Shooting him a wink, Urbosa mused, “I think that’s satisfactory. Was that so hard?”

“Very.”

She snorted. Leaning back in her seat, she jeered him further. “Alright, maybe I won’t let you crash and burn this cute relationship of yours, considering it’s my responsibility to look out for all the little children in my life.” Revali scoffed.

Before he had the chance to nag her further, Urbosa continued. “So, Revali, from my own expert deductions on your whole,” she moved her spoon towards him in a circular motion, “situation, I’ve concluded that you’re both idiots.” He grumbled and shot daggers at her.

“Thank you. Very helpful.”

“You’re welcome. Now,” she set down her spoon, “Listen close and listen well, Revali. You’re both in the same boat here. [Name] didn’t react that badly at the prospect of you going out with me. However, their eyes immediately lit up when I clarified that you were not, infact, taken.  

“This means that they also don’t realize the obvious fact that you’re dating each other. Yet, they reacted with a hint of jealousy, so there’s no question they’ve got it for you.” Revali shifted in his seat, but allowed her to resume.

“They were completely oblivious to Daruk’s earlier comment about you being cute together. Yet, they’ve continuously made moves that suggest they really like you. Did you see their face when you put your wing around them yesterday?” She sighed. “ Who knows what other signs you’ve both been oblivious to all your lives.” Finally, she leaned forward and pointed a finger at Revali.

“You’re both too lovestruck to see how lovestruck your loves are for you.” Then, she went for her drink, sipping it slowly.

Taking her silence as a cue to speak, he asked softly. “Alright, so what do I do?”

“I don’t know,” was all that came from behind the cup.

He practically squaked again. “What? But? You just? Why—”

She held up a finger to shush him. “The best I can say is that you should probably openly confess so there’s not anymore confusion between you two fools. How, where, and when? Well that’s entirely up to you. Maybe at the party tonight you can whip up something.”

The likelihood of someone like [Name] showing up to a party filled with stuffy nobles, pestering fans, and overall loud people seemed slim. From experience, Revali probably thought [Name] would spend the night in the woods or something, searching for wildflowers. “I can assure you that’s not going to happen.”

Urbosa gave a final shrug. “Well then, good luck.” She went back to eating the rest of her meal.

Revali cast his eyes to the floor, deep in thought. What was he gonna do? 

Several minutes passed, and Urbosa basked in the rare occurance of the Rito Champion's silence. Thoughts and anxieties swarmed his head like bees to a courser honey comb. Then, the wind swept past the curtains and through the stable entrance, fluttering something under Revali’s foot. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a feather. It was a familiar deep blue, bordering on indigo, the edges were stroked with white. The color and hue was unmistakable.

Losing one or two happened everyday, sure, but what was peculiar was that this particular feather was that it seemed to be from a fledgling. The white marks faded to grey slightly, indicating the not yet fully formed colors of a young Rito hatchling. 

Tsk. I’ll admit I have youthful looks, but I’m not that young.  

Picking it up off the floor, he studied the stiff end of the feather, he was surprised to find it was decorated. A yellow ribbon was wrapped around its end. At one point, it was a brighter, daffodil like color, but now it had faded with time to a more pastel shade. The color matched well.

Why on earth does someone have my—

Suddenly, Revali stood up, almost flipping the table. “Hey!” Urbosa held the table steady. “Revali? Are you alright?”

Earlier, they were wearing a new leather pouch. It was half open, there were trinkets...ribbons inside.

“Revaaaaaaali?”

When they were joking around, they fake bowed. Did this...did this fall out?

“Are you alright? Where’d you get that feather? Is it yours?”

[Name] kept this? After all this time? That idiot, don’t they know about Rito custom by now? Someone might get the wrong idea.

Or the right idea...GAH! Whywhywhywhywhy—

Breaking his eyes away from the feather, he pushed in his seat and started to leave. “Well, you’ve had your free meal, hope your food was good Urbosa. Now I have to go.” Revali started shuffling out towards the exit, hastily shoving the little feather into his own pocket. “I’ll meet up with you at that idiotic party later. Right now I need to be somewhere.” 

Urbosa started to chuckle. “So, heading out early to your date?” Nearly outside, The Rito abruptly stopped and turned to face her. Her eyebrows were raised in suspicion. “And Urbosa, if you tell anyone at all, and I mean even the slightest whisper in the breeze, about our conversation, I have a bomb arrow nocked and ready for you.” He gave her a death stare, but she just laughed.  

Her chocolatey voice resonated through the air once more, laughter must truly come easy for her. After shooting him a wink, she smiled.

“Good luck, little Rito.”

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Ironic, that the Champion of the sky would frequent the area of his first failure. But, the woods had their own calm and beautiful atmosphere, made all the more pleasant when he and [Name] would hang out here through their childhood. Revali knew these trees all too well, from when he first crashed into them as a child to when he practiced his archery in the time before the Flight Range was built.

Walking along the dirt path, he spotted them up ahead. Their secret spot wasn’t that secluded, it was by a small grassy clearing within the forest. Tall pine trees swayed in the wind, the setting sunlight was cut apart by the shifting shadows. The rose, orange, and yellow light coated the sky and shimmered through the branches. The bushes during this time of year held small buds, some had already bloomed into more colorful yellow flowers, although most were still a young green. Kneeling on the ground [Name] was shuffling through a leather pouch, spilling the contents on the ground and searching for something among the mess. A few hair ribbons, a spare quill, a comb, empty elixir bottles, and other junk cluttered the forest floor. Sensing a presence behind them, [Name] spun around to find Revali, standing there with his wings folded behind his back. 

“I don’t suppose all that is to help the fertility of the forest?”

[Name] rubbed the back of their neck, brushing aside their hair, embarrassed. “No, I was just...organizing my things.” Trying to move the conversation away from that, they asked, “So, how’ve you been, Master Revali?” 

The Rito brushed his wings against the pocket on his side, where a certain item was tucked away. Tilting his head, he innocently asked, “Are you sure you weren't looking for something just now? We both know you have a habit of being terribly irresponsible.”

[Name] started to formulate an excuse at the tip of their tongue, but one glance at Revali’s expression told them it would be useless. “Alright, fine. Yeah, I lost something, but I’ll find it later. We don’t need to worry about it right now. Why don’t—”

“What did you lose?” He didn’t mean to come off so blunt, but he needed to know. He wanted to be sure. He needed to remove any doubts from his mind. [Name] gave a hasty shrug.

“Uh, just an old trinket. It’s nothing, really. It’s just this dumb thing I had as a kid—”

“So what is it?”

“Nothing! OK? You don’t need to push it, there’s no need to concern yourself with it…” their voice trailed off.

“Was it blue?”

Both their hearts stopped. [Name] suddenly looked up into Revali’s eyes. The looks they both gave each other confirmed their wordless questions. Letting the silence fall a bit longer, [Name] finally dared to whisper.

“How did you...?”

He reached for his pocket. He meant to do this confidently, to swoop in and present it with flair. Perhaps say a quip like “Aha! Of course you kept this. My feathers are of the most dazzling color and quality after all!” Yet, no words escaped his beak. He held out his feather, the pale yellow ribbon hung lazily in the wind. He held it out in front of him, his usual confidence left him. No need to get my hopes up early, just please tell me, if it’s true.

The feather stood between them, shifting back old memories. The sounds were only that of the forest. Crickets softly chirped, and the wind danced through the trees. The sunset trickled through the leaves. Revali let out a cough.

“Ah, well....I believe you left this at our table.” 

Neither of them made a move. [Name] was just standing there, bewildered, their gaze constantly shifting between Revali and the feather. They rubbed their boot on the ground awkwardly, unsure of what to say. Finally, the Rito started to speak again.

“Did you know—”

“Yeah,” they said. “Yes...I’ve known about the whole Rito culture thing since when we were kids. You exchange feathers to show that a piece of you is bound to that person for eternity. Then you can, like, braid it into their hair or something? You only do it with your soulmate, or significant other, or whatever the proper terminology is.” Memories started to stir in the back of Revali’s mind, but they continued, waving their hands in front of them in surrender. “I mean, when I first asked you for it, I had no idea about the custom. I just thought it looked nice,” they rubbed the back of their neck, their cheeks rosening. “When I got back to the stable, some elderly guy told me about it. But I didn’t have the heart to throw it away or anything. I just kept it under the floorboards so no one would find it. 

“Ah, but tonight there were so many people, plus the Champions… I thought it would be safer on me.” They gestured to Revali, “And, of course, I was wrong, haha….” They let their shoulders slump. “Goddess above, I’m sorry, this is so weird huh. I didn't want to tell you in case you...took it back. I probably should have, I don’t have the right to keep something that should be sentimental...but…”

Their voice trailed off. Revali continued to say nothing. Taking this as a cue to say something more, [Name] added, “I’m sorry, obviously when we were kids you didn’t mean anything that way. I should have told you sooner.” 

His heart was racing. Well, both of their hearts were. Taking in their words, Revali could feel his stomach start to flutter, the winds played with the end of his braids. Still holding the feather in front of him, he extended it towards them shakily. “Well, take it. It’s yours.”

They looked up from the ground in shock. “R-Revali! Don’t feel obligated to do anything just because I—”

“And there’s a comb among the junk you’ve littered on the forest floor, correct?”

They took a step back. “Wait, wait. Does this mean you—”

He suddenly took their arm and twirled them around, facing them away from him. “Yes, now sit down already. I’m not gonna do this standing.”

His feathers were poofed out, from the mixed emotions of pride, embarrassment, and adoration. Plopping [Name] in the grass, he went over and picked out the wooden comb among their belongings. 

Seeing [Name] about to churn out more excuses and questions, he held up his wing to shush them. “Shut up will you? This is long overdue.” He sat down behind them, the grass prickling against his feet. Revali started to carefully undo the yellow ribbons in [Name]’s hair. Softly, they asked “So for you, how long? When we were kids? Teens?”

“A while,” he simply stated. “It just took me some time to really accept it I suppose.” Silence overtook them once more, though its atmosphere was much more pleasant and warm. Parting their hair into sections, Revali started to lighten the mood with a quip.

“Did you know we’ve already been dating over the last few years?”

“What?!”

“Yeah, you’re pretty much an idiot for not seeing it. I mean, all those times we’ve been in each others’ company. I don’t know how you’ve gone this long without realizing.”

They laughed. “Maybe the idiot Rito I’ve been hanging out with rubbed off on me.”

“Maybe.”

Finally, he placed the feather within their hair. After braiding it halfway, he twisted the yellow ribbon with it, and finished off the braid. The colors of his feather and the ribbon matched perfectly.

“Is it done?”

Before he could give an answer, [Name] brushed their hand against their hair. They both sat there, in the grass, for another eternity. Suddenly, [Name] turned around, and planted their lips on his beak. After releasing him, they stared into each other's eyes for a moment. “Heh, I’ve been waiting a long time to do that.” they mused. “What’s with the look? Should I enlighten you on the Hylian custom then?”

His feathers were now fluffed up mainly from embarrassment, but he regained his composure at their smile. “I’m quite aware of what a kiss is. It’s just that Rito have something better.”

Revali wrapped his wing around the back of their head, moving it gently towards his. Pressing their foreheads against each other, they both smiled, half flustered. His soft face tickled their skin, but they smiled for more reasons than that.

“This works too.”

“Of course, I’m an expert at this sort of thing.”

A beat, and then they both laughed. The sun was almost completely swallowed by the horizon . The Rito Champion was probably going to miss the party, but it didn’t matter. He was busy with more important matters, anyhow.

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Precure Day 203

Episode: Yes! Precure 5 Go Go! 05 - “A Letter to Student Council President Karen” Date watched: 1 January 2021 Original air date: 2 March 2008 Screenshots Transformation Gallery Project info and master list of posts

If they find out I’m faking being good at everything, my life is ruined, got that?

Our character reintroduction/Syrup learns to be a real boy arc continues! Today it’s Karen’s turn to influence him. Let’s dive in!

The Plot

When we left off, Urara had discovered King Donuts, but he was asleep. The episode picks up at school, presumably the next day. Karen ushers everyone into the Student Council room so they can discuss their next steps and/or advertise the assorted functions of the toys. They try to wake the King up by transferring him from Urara’s CureMo to the Rose Pact as well as using the Futon they acquired in an earlier episode. Their shameless advertising is interrupted by two members of the student council who come looking for Karen. They show her that the suggestion box that they set up is now filled with letters for them to take into consideration.

we suggested that you give us names other than “Student A” and “Student B”

(incidentally “Student A”, who I believe is the one on the left, is played by Oki Kanae, who will play Love in Fresh Precure)

After the OP, the scene changes to Scorp’s office in Eternal HQ. He is pondering how to get the Rose Pact while Bunbee offers some backhanded compliments about the difficulty of such a task and plays the fool. His new names for Scorp this episode are Scoop and, of all things, Ketchup. After Scorp storms off out of annoyance, Bunbee decides to see how hard it could really be, so he heads to the school to look for items from the Collection.

Meanwhile, Karen and the student council are reviewing the suggestions they received and determining whether they can implement them. The ideas include getting more novels for the library, decorating the hallway and giving the art club somewhere to display their work (these two solve each other), and installing a flower garden in the courtyard. Nozomi makes some suggestions of her own, including making summer break longer and doubling the size of the yakisoba bread sold at the cafeteria.

that is the appropriate reaction

Komachi wonders whether Karen is stretching herself too thin, but Karen assures her that she has help from everyone, and she’s happy for this program because people help her to see the things she can’t.

The next scene shows a student dropping a letter in the box, which suddenly glows. It cuts to Syrup on the clock tower, thinking about his interactions with the girls over the last few episodes, when suddenly Mailpo receives the student’s letter addressed to Karen, so Syrup heads to their school to deliver it. He gets roped into helping Otaka (the lunch lady/undercover principal) and she repays him in pancakes. Karen comes to talk about a request to address long lines at the cafeteria and recognizes Syrup. The delivery boy remembers his delivery and hands her the letter, which is a request to look into some thefts from the art room. Karen is curious why a letter from the suggestion box rerouted to Mailpo, and Syrup tells her there’s always a reason, so she brings him along to find out why. When they arrive at the art room, they discover Bunbee hauling away with student projects under the mistaken belief that they’re valuables from the Collection. When confronted, he double-checks his list and decries the artwork as worthless before attacking her. This insult annoys Karen, who transforms into Cure Aqua to fight him. Bunbee turns a bust outside the classroom into a Hoshiina and tries to ransack the art room some more, but Aqua protects it, against Syrup’s concerns, because she was asked to.

It looks like she’s outmatched, but the other girls show up in the nick of time to support her and validate her feelings. The Hoshiina is still a tough opponent for all five of them, but Aqua absolutely refuses to let it destroy the art room, espousing that there is nothing in the school that wouldn’t matter if it were lost. Her strong feelings let her perform her new finishing attack, Sapphire Arrow, which is our first archery-based attack in the franchise (but not the last). It destroys the Hoshiina while Bunbee flees. Syrup watches from safety, a little befuddled by the idea that he was tasked with delivering the letter because Karen felt strongly about respecting the request.

On a later day, the five girls and Mr. Kokoda approach the cafeteria, surprised that there seems to be a larger than usual crowd but not the expected line, and the girls discover Syrup working there. Otaka introduces him as Amai Shiro, her new assistant. She slips in a remark that she’s paying him in pancakes (protip, that’s illegal) and there’s awkwardness all around.

The unusual situation is interrupted when the student council girls show up with the suggestion box again, this time full of thank you letters. Karen sits down to read them and Nozomi, Rin, and Urara read Otaka’s menu and realize it’s got a bunch of new stuff on it. Karen comes across one letter that’s actually a drawing of the five of them which says to do her best. Komachi beams at her and Karen hugs the letter to her chest as she things about how fortunate she is to have these friends.

The Analysis

This is another strong episode, although it lacks a certain oomph that the previous one had. I really enjoy seeing Karen in her element, doing her utmost as the student council president to make school life better. It reminds me a lot of episode 14 of the previous series, where all the clubs needed new equipment, and Karen helped them by solving one problem with another. Her unwavering devotion to the student body shows that she’s truly a good student council president, and her earnestness to answer the wishes of the student who raised concerns about the stolen artwork is really moving. 

I gotta say that I don’t feel like the Eternal plot is really going anywhere. I know it’s a strange thing to say about the villains, especially this early in the show, but I just do not understand the story angle. I love the evil corporation concept, but right now it seems like Nightmare did it better. Eternal leans more heavily into the paperwork and writing reports, which is a good gag when they use it, but this episode just features Bunbee annoying Scorp and then stealing a bunch of student art projects. The idea was for him to prove that finding this stuff isn’t so hard and show up Scorp, but he mistakes art projects for pieces of the Collection somehow? It makes him look incompetent, which is not unusual for Bunbee of course, but it seems like a new low from the former Nightmare executive whose previous plots involved threatening hostages to get what he wanted. Scorp, as well, has not shown the same degree of menace he did in his initial appearance. More on that next episode.

The B-plot with Syrup is enjoyable and helps round out the episode nicely. He’s largely kept to himself, but he’s starting to really think about how far the Precures go to protect their ideals, and it may yet have an effect on him. Of course, this self-reflection is short lived because he’s tasked with delivering a letter as an excuse to learn about Karen’s strong feelings, and in the process he gets roped into helping Otaka. He protests a bit, but clearly he enjoys it enough to agree to fully work for her, even if he’s mostly interested in eating her pancakes (although the real reason could be so he can stay close to the Precures and learn from them, as well as helping to protect the Rose Pact). It’s a well thought-out setup that allows for some nice gags and keeps Syrup on hand in future episodes.

I enjoy these sorts of day in the life episodes with the girls resolving mundane problems, they have a tendency to feel the most satisfying. I checked the director’s history and he has a history of storyboarding and directing episodes like this. The writer also previously wrote some of the best episodes of Yes 5 of a similar nature, so it’s another good team that comes together. The art and animation was actually a little better and more consistent than the last episode, but there was no standout moment of amazing animation like that wonderful turnaround. I realize you can’t have them all the time, but in an otherwise great episode, I was hoping for another stellar moment such as that. Ah well. Consistently good is plenty, and it makes my galleries look nicer.

Next time on Precure Daily, King Donuts wakes up, and Rin goes to sleep. Look forward to it!

Pink Precure Catchphrase Count: 0 kettei!

[gingerwritess]

I was thinking of Loki being the little shit he is and stealing readers food just to see her get worked up and at one point maybe saying she looks cute when she’s angry just to piss her off?? I love you!!!!!

FINALLY WROTE THIS SHEESH

this was tough stuff right here but i like it and i hope you do too! big thanks to @avenging-blackwidow for beta-ing m w a h

part 13 of loki’s happy ending, and as always, masterlist in my bio!

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You’re turning out to be quite a pest of a human.

First with all the attempts to kill him when really, he’d made it perfectly clear when he’d have liked that, and now pestering him about the whole Chitauri ordeal…Loki would be lying if he hadn’t considered a muzzle.

You’re an extreme liability, and he knows. You’ve seen too much and definitely seen too much of him - not that getting a few ogles in the midst of dying was particularly detrimental to the whole operation.

Actually, it might’ve been…nice. But you didn’t hear that from him.

Breaking up the accidental relationship was a smart move. The best move, by far. The only remaining problem happens to be you, though.

You still…remain.

You still walk around the tower with your arms full of papers, heels clicking annoyingly along the vinyl floors, turning up your nose whenever you stride past his office.

He has a nicer office than you. By far.

Loki gets a window.

Most of the time, when you happen to have to walk down his hall, he leans against the open window and gazes out at the city as you walk by—a smug little grin on his flawless, fake jawline, knowing that the breeze ruffling his strawberry blond hair serves so kindly to piss you the hell off.

The one time you’d realised he’s doing it on purpose, you’d stepped into his office, smiled sweetly over to him at the window, and dumped your coffee on his precious floor.

And then you ran, cause he flipped back to Loki in a split second and lunged at you, snarling like a rabid animal as you shrieked and sprinted down the hall.

So…things aren’t exactly good between the two of you.

Which, of course, is why you’ve been avoiding him for the past couple weeks, sighing dramatically and saying “I’m just not ready to talk about it” when people ask why the two of you broke up.

You’ve been trying to avoid break rooms altogether. They’re just a hive for questioning, and you never know if you might run into him some accidental Thursday when you don’t have witty comebacks pre-prepared.

In other news, your bagels keep disappearing.

This is day four. The bagel is in your hand when you walk through the door, you set it on your desk, turn to set your bags down, and it’s gone.

Something tells you by day four that you’re not hallucinating carrying bagels into work with you just because you’re tired, so today you’re trying a set up.

You’ve got a hunch.

Sure enough, on day five, you don’t turn around to put your bag on the chair, and you watch your bagel seemingly melt into the desk.

“Get your ass out here, Loki.”

There’s a stack of green sticky-notes next to your computer, and a word being scrawled onto the paper catches your eye.

No.

You rip off the paper, crumple it into a ball, and throw it in the trash.

“Stop taking my food,” you hiss in the empty room.

Again, the loopy handwriting appears on the next sticky-note.

You assume so much.

“Oh, sorry,” you snap, glancing at the door to make sure no one sees you about to scream at a sticky-note, “I don’t know any other magicians. Give me back my bagel.”

I’m enjoying it.

“You fucking dick - oh, hey, Nadine.”

You give a sheepish grin and wave at your coworker, setting down your scissors with a nervous laugh as she walks by.

The moment she’s out of sight, though, you take the scissors right through the stack of notes—and Loki, ever the saint, sends a spurt of black ink from the paper like some kind of inky blood, a muffled scream coming from the little stack of green sticky-notes.

“What the—”

“You wound me, darling.”

One leg thrown haphazardly over the arm of his chair, Loki grins and waves his fingers at you across the desk.

Ink drips down your arms.

Loki takes a slow bite of your bagel.

“Mmm…”

“Oh, fuck you,” you scowl, grabbing an eraser off your desk and chucking it at his face. “You owe me five days worth of breakfast, asshole.”

“Mm, no, I don’t think I do,” he hums, taking another bite. Then he decides to let out a very unsuitable for work groan, throwing his head back as he swallows.

You quickly blink and look away.

“At least you’re enjoying it,” you grumble and flop down in your chair. Fishing some napkins out from a desk drawer, you try to sop up the ink staining your arms, Loki’s gaze burning into your skin as you scrub furiously at the stains.

“That’s a lovely colour on you.”

“Shut it.”

The ink stains, but you at least get the liquid wiped away, fuming at the splotches that ruined your shirt, too—Loki and your clothes don’t seem to get along; first the coffee, now this?

He’s licking his fingers when you toss the napkins in the trash and glare back up at him.

His middle finger leaves his mouth with a pop.

“You’re quite…enchanting when you’re angry.”

“Fuck off,” you groan, and he just laughs, licking slowly along his thumb.

“One might even say…” he pauses, thumb on his lip, gaze floating to the ceiling in thought. “Cute.”

You stand up and walk to the door, holding it open without another word to the god smirking at you from your desk. “Get out.”

“Or what?”

“Or I taser you into oblivion again,” you frown, pointing out the door. “I enjoyed it the first time. I think I might get off on it the second time.”

Loki almost laughs—you catch the twitch of his mouth before he fizzles back into Dr. Laing—probably a good idea, considering you’re holding the door wide open.

“Banter,” he sighs, leaning back in the chair and draping a dramatic arm over his eyes. “Look at us, all this tension. Why did we break up again?”

“Because you were using me? You…keep threatening me and treating me like shit for trying to help you, that’s why—”

“Is that what you’re telling yourself?” He chuckles, and your forehead hits the door with a groan.

“That’s the truth, Loki. Please, get out.”

His arm lifts, just enough for him to peek out from under his elbow at you. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Oh, goody.”

“You pose a terrible threat to me,” he continues, ignoring your implying waves out the door. “And in the best interest of myself, I should avoid you at all costs.”

“Which is why you’re in my office.” You gesture at his lazed form, spreading across your chair. “Right.”

“Precisely.” He gives you a curt nod. “But…well, you have a phrase that puts it quite nicely—keep your friends close and your enemies closer?”

He lifts a hand towards you, lips curling.

“I can’t let you out of my sight.”

Perfect. Just what you needed, more clinging from the deranged—well, whatever the hell he is, cause at this point, you’re just confused—godly criminal.

“Look,” you sigh, leaning against the door, “I haven’t told anyone anything. I’ve lied for you, I pretended to date you, I haven’t brought up anything about your scars—”

“Oh, but you just did.”

“I—no, hold on—”

“See what I mean, darling? You can’t be trusted. That little mouth of yours tends to run whether you like it or not, and either I silence you once and for all, or you learn to control this little pity problem you seem to have.”

“Don’t,” you growl, grip tightening on the doorknob. “Don’t call me that.”

“Mm. How would you feel about having your memories altered?”

Loki stands up, wiping long fingers off on his thighs.

The air seems to drop twenty degrees and you gulp, stepping backwards into the hallway—better to at least be out of the office when you’re brainwashed by a god. Maybe, just maybe, Iron Man will happen down this hallway before your brain is fried.

Something tells you not to hold onto that hope too tightly.

“Just a quick little tweak of the mind,” Loki continues, slowly making his way towards you, hands clasped behind him. “In the interest of solely protecting myself. It’s not personal, I hold nothing against you.”

“That sounds pretty personal.”

“Oh, darling, I wouldn’t waste my precious feelings on the likes of you. You were simply in the wrong place…at the wrong time. You weren’t supposed to see anything in the first place.”

“Is this really about those cuts on your back? I haven’t - oop, h-hey.” Your back hits the far wall of the hallway.

“How cliché,” Loki hums, a small grin on his lips. “The tall, dark villain has you up against the wall.”

“I haven’t told anyone,” you remind him, hands coming up between the two of you—just in case. “You’re just scared of the possibility, right? Can’t we, um, make a deal or something instead?”

“Deals with the devil never end well.”

“I thought you were a god.”

Whoops.

Loki goes stiff, leering down at you as that patronising little smile turns cold, frozen.

His fingers press against your forehead in a matter of milliseconds.

“I don’t know what I am,” he whispers sharply, a hand slipping up to cover your mouth when you start writhing, muffled shouts for help falling short behind his hand. “And don’t pretend like you do.”

“Mmf—no, ‘oki, stop—”

“You know I can see in your mind. Do I make you feel better about yourself? Is that it?”

Your heart plummets when his eyes go red, flashing deep crimson for a split second before the hand covering your mouth starts glowing, the same golden hue that surrounded his body that fateful day he showered at your place.

Head furiously shaking no, you try to think an apology to him - not that you know what to even apologise for.

Helping him? Seeing that at some point in his recent past, someone lashed him to pieces?

Your mind does feel funny, almost…fuzzy. It’s a warm kind of fuzzy and you want to give into it, but his hand over your mouth and blue-green eyes boring into yours—

“Stop apologising,” he hisses, eyes narrowing as he presses his fingers harder to your forehead.

You fight it a moment longer.

I’m sorry, your thoughts plead, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry no one’s listening, I’m sorry you don’t know—

“I don’t want your pity.”

Your eyes widen above his hand. He heard you, that actually worked.

I’m sorry you’re hurting, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I saw, I’m sorry I tried to help—

“Stop that.” Teeth bared, his hand tightens around your mouth. “You have to stop that.”

You can trust me, I swear on my life, I won’t tell anyone anything about you, you have to trust me—

Then just like that, he pulls his hands away.

You gasp for breath and stumble away from him as quickly as you can, not noticing how he clutches his hand to his chest, eyes glistening.

“Just trust me,” you cough. “Just trust me, you don’t have to kill me o-or wipe my memory—”

“No,” he snaps, raking a still-slightly gold hand through his hair. “No, no, I don’t—I can’t do that.”

“I promise, Loki, seriously, you don’t have to—”

Footsteps down the hallway make your words fall dead in your throat. Loki immediately switches to Laing, grabbing you by the arm and hoisting you to your feet, a finger to his lips and a silent threat in his eye.

It’s Tony, sprinting, flanked by a small group of armed guards, and they come to a stop right in front of the two of you.

“What’s going on??”

“Loki,” Tony pants, bending to rest his hands on his knees for a moment, trying to catch his breath. “Decoy, clone, it’s a double in the cell, he’s—he’s out—”

Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach.

“Are you sure?”

Laing’s fingers curl around your wrist and squeeze hard.

“Yes, for sure, he just flickered for a good two seconds, it was a dead give-away to Thor. Now c’mon, we’re moving you to a safer location—”

“What??”

Laing still won’t let go, jaw clenched so hard it looks painful.

“We know you’re one of his targets,” Tony says with an exasperated sigh, waving you after him. “Move, we’ve gotta move, the son-of-a-bitch is a god, we don’t know how much time we have!”

One of his targets.

The feeling of his palm over your mouth is still as present as it was not even two minutes ago.

His red eyes, those fingers rifling through your mind.

You wrench your hand from Laing’s grip and run after Tony Stark without a thought of looking back.

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[yeocult]

ateez film diary analysis

ok i am currently typing with tears in my eyes but that’s cool!!!! gonna talk about ateez diary film for a moment. btw if you’re here for theories, this might not be for you, my brain is not capable of that critical thinking lmao. although, i will be rambling/analyzing the cinematography and overall admiring the film!! under the cut because this happened to be 1.5k words oops.

man, first of all, 16 minutes?? thank you for the food kq!! i think their concept is super cool. it’s unpredictable, refreshing, and just gives me a lot of high hopes for this comeback. ateez never disappoints, they come back each time stronger and better.

“this is the story where their dimensions are split into eight pieces again.” that kinds hurt me. throughout the film we see clips of them being happy and joyful with each other, but we also see scenes where they’re all alone. they didn’t get separated by losing contacts or whatever, literally dimensions.

phew okay, when the man with the black fedora approaching hongjoong like that was soooo dskjdj ugh i love it when they have a bright light in the back, capturing the silhouette perfectly. sorry i’m such a sucker for those types of shoots!! now hongjoong’s dream. “the world inside a television cannot be reached. the world they live in and the world that i live in is blocked.” yea.. they’re separated from dimensions. isn’t that so heartbreaking?? separated by time and space. 

um this might be a huge stretch, plus i’m horrible at science. i’ve read a lot of articles on where, ‘if time stopped would gravity still apply?’ and i thought of this because of the items floating up around hongjoong. without time, gravity, acceleration, speed and force are simply meaningless, so i guess that’s why it’s floating? as if we’re going back in time. there’s a lot of consequences and weird things on going back in time/time travelling (most famously the ‘bootstrap paradox’) because time is not an object and cannot ‘go’ anywhere at all, not forward, not backward, nor can it stop. so i expected some not so happy events to occur.

anyways moving on to seonghwa’s memory. i loved this. “i thought i lacked in many areas and have much to learn.” then we see a bunch of to-do lists and i guess they’re kinda like goals to accomplish or things he wants to learn. the somewhat long shot of him sitting on this table and the camera moving away from him gave me a sense of isolation (i also don’t know why yeo in the smn box is on the tv but it could mean he’s trapped). we also see him walking straight, kinda like following a straightforward path with a lot of control, hence the to-do lists. then he hits stops. now the girl is the total opposite of seonghwa. she’s dancing, moving, and overall carefree i would say. everything seonghwa is lacking. she’s freedom. i don’t have much to say about this scene but i really like how when he was walking one step at a time, it was completely dark. but as soon as it hits stops and sees her, there were lights.

now my favourite, wooyoung’s choice. that transition to seonghwa’s little emo time to wooyoung’s hyped underground music and dancing was the serotonin boost i needed. let’s talk about his ponytail because it made me a whole simp for him. plus he’s so fucking cool?? if i become a wooyoung biased soon, you know why. he talks about stage fright and the scene where people were looking down at the camera was perfect, low camera shots show dominance or superiority. when you have stage fright, you’re worried and insecure about your abilities (at least that’s how i feel) and with people look down at you is almost like they’re judging and aren’t expecting much from you. ateez brings him courage and reassurance, they give him strength. the last scene with the rain and the flickering light so chilling. its almost like the rain washed away his everything.

yeosang’s time giving me slight dark academia vibes and i’m here for it!!! also bird metaphors?? yes please! “limited freedom. like a bird in a cage.” we see yeosang in a room surrounded by other musicians but he isn’t playing his instrument. almost like he doesn’t wanna be there or has no real passion for this field. hence him talking about ‘expanding his dreams’. we get a close shot at his face looking forward to the right, i feel as if he’s daydreaming or reaching out. taking back to say my name, we have yeosang trapped inside that box, almost like the birds with limited freedom. he drops his violin and suddenly the birds (they symbolize peace, transformation, freedom and power) are free, giving us a scene with his friends. he’s free.

san’s resolution might just be my favourite in terms of cinematography. can we just talk about the long amount of time san has the stay put for the timelapse to work?? the scene wins my heart. now we see the classroom in a mess, meaning school was never enjoyable to san. always moving and no friends. the way he’s moving seems like there’s not much he can do in his life. the escalator scenes kinda look like the one in wonderland. time is always moving, the escalator moving, and san runs back up despite it moving in the opposite direction. im not sure where i was going with this but i thought i was kinda cool, how he’s running back up to be with his friends.

next, we have yunho and his brother. in a matter of seconds, all the light in the studio flicker and turns off. this is quite similar to the flicker lights in wooyoung’s last scene. there’s a pattern here with flickering lights and how it means lost and loneliness. we don’t know what 5:07 mean, maybe its completely relevant but knowing kq and their team, almost everything seems intentional. also i saw on twt (not my analysis) but seonghwa’s to-do list includes a task of learning how to drive, then we get yunho getting hit by a car. not sure where i got from this but i thought i would include it.

actor jongho!!!! he’s so good i love him. ok so we get that basketball was his dreams but due to his broken leg, it seems impossible for him to pursue that dream. we him sitting at a distance, admiring the game and the people who are able to play. but when he’s in the court, he’s all alone (might just be because he can’t go in court when other people are playing but just let me be deep for a second oki). the burning basketball means he cannot play again. then the fight scene between him and mingi. i want to talk about the camera work for a second. it’s unstable, harsh and a little unfocused (because it’s handheld) and it makes it seem like another member’s pov, pushing the realism on us. hmm this might be kinda dumb but the loud bang when mingi got pushed was a little unexpected hence every scene with the boys was all very calm and had music in the back, no sounds. idk just a noticed. ohmygod another silhouette scene with beautiful lighting in the back!!!! the camera is moving away from him, moving away shows weakness. i loveee this so much along with the smoke. his dreams are burning up, literally.

last we have mingi’s diary. “earphones in my ears, the world is mine for now.” again, similar to seonghwa in the dark walking, mingi is isolating himself from the world. he’s using music to escape from reality. mingi looks trapped by the way its shot, cutting off his forehead and lips only showcasing his eyes and nose. this could be his facial features are more important than anything else right now. the camera angle is below mingi, again with the dominance and superiority… because he literally kicked someone. but still the same camera angle except this time mingi is looking up at the sky or forward, not looking down. with that, mingi no longer looks intimidating, he seems slightly vulnerable. and i think that’s really powerful how quickly he transitions despite the same angle. so we know mingi uses music as an escape, “i would rather be alone than encounter the world.” then we see yeosang (by his flannel) taking off his earphones. bringing him back to reality with the boys, and everything seems a lot more peaceful. its kinda like, without his friends, he would rather be isolated. now i want to point how the loud bang from jongho’s shot. it’s literally the same shot but the noise isn’t there indicating that mingi has earphones in (i think even when they’re not literally in, he still shuts out noise), shutting off the noise. i think the little details were so well done. we also get a match cut of mingi blinking, back to the darkness. i think it shows how quickly things can be taken away from you.

MAN THE SCENE WHERE THEY ALL GATHER TOWARDS HONGJOONG JAKJDSJKSDJKSD I CANNOT BREATHE IT GAVE ME SO MUCH CHILLS MYGODDOO !!!!!! like that scene in say my name. gotta love the build up of the song then it drops when the members all show up UGH I LOVED THAT SOO MUCH!! “the memories of short happiness. and dreams broken into pieces” brb gonna cry. the hourglass is finished,, what does this mean? ;o also i cant help but to notice the lighting on how one side is dark and the other has light. this could just be for aesthetics but idkkkk just another notice.

hehe sorry this made no sense,,, anyways that’s all i have to say, i’m so excited for their comeback <33

[keysszz]

Its Ok to Cry

ROTTMNT Fanfic

'No Mikey, you let go.'

'Oh... Okie dokie!'

He watched the box turtle fall as he began to aim the web goo at the spider lady. She landed into the vault with the door slamming shut; a smile forming on the softshell's face. He flew his bug vehicle to catch his orange brother... But he was falling too fast.

He heard him screaming his name, falling as the genius tried to fly down fast enough. He tried to catch him, but he was falling too fast and the ground was coming closer and closer and~

He woke up in a cold sweat; startled by his nightmare. He had been having the same one for weeks now, and he hated it. The way it would end would change every night, but it had two frequent outcomes. Mikey would either get captured by Big Mama, or he would fall to his death. He thought that he was past this, but it seemed like his brain had other things in mind.

Why...why did he tell his younger brother to let go? Yeah, he ended up catching him in the end but...what if he hadn't? What if he miscalculated; but he could never do that, he was a genius...right?

Big Mama was a huge threat to the turtles brothers (even if the purple masked turtle didn't want to admit it), and she could have grabbed Mikey if she really wanted to. If Donnie hadn't shot the web goo at her with the right angle and momentum, she would have gotten the box turtle with one swoop. In seconds, Mikey would be in her grasp; or worse, in seconds, he could have died.

Donnie sat up in his bed with his knees up. He hugged them as he tried to make the thoughts go away so he wouldn't be up for so long, but he knew it wouldn't work. He sighed a shaky breath as he stared at the wall, trying to make his breathing be a little normal.

It was far easier than the last time he had this nightmare. One time he couldn't breath for three minutes; making the softshell think he would hypervenalate too much and pass out.

He was supposed to be the genius of the family; to calculate angles and plans easily. But...this one had seemed so simple; he didn't think about the possible consequences. One wrong more and his brother was taken from him... One wrong moved and his brother was too far for him to catch... One wrong move... And his brother was gone.

He...he was scared. Of what, he didn't exactly know. But his younger brother was so close to being in the arms of "Ms. Fiddly Boo" that he wondered if she could reach him. Mikey could have also fallen faster; making Donnie not be able to catch him in time. Why did he tell his brother to let go? Why did he tell his brother to fall? Why did he tell him to let go?

He sighed again as his breath slowly returned to normal; his lungs no longer aching as they tried to get air into them. He slowly got out of bed and walked out of his room; hoping that coffee would make him feel better.

He walked to the kitchen and made the coffee; sipping it slowly to get the full effect (and to not burn his tongue). The bitter taste that the coffee brung filled his mouth, making him smile lightly. At least something was real at the moment.

Real...was the nightmare real? Sure, it felt real, but it wasn't a real thing that happened. It could have happened, but it didn't. So why did he feel so rotten inside?

He felt his smile slowly fade into a frown. He poured the rest of his coffee down the sink and stared as it went.

In a way, the coffee was like his soul...

Yeah, the coffee happened to be black, but he felt like his soul would leave him if Mikey was hurt (if it wasn't already gone to begin with). He knew he would never let himself be ok with it; the endless amounts of times he would feel pain, the amounts of nightmares he would get. He would have wanted himself to get hurt, not Mikey. Mikey was too young, too niave, too-

Sighing again, the softshell walked slowly back to his room.

Should he build the younger turtle a battle shell? Mikey's shell was way harder than Donnie's, but it would help the softshell cope with...this whole situation.

The way Mikey smiled when the genius caught him... It pained the purple turtle. Mikey knew he would catch him; something deep inside told the orange turtle that Donnie would be there for him. Something told the box turtle that everything would be ok. How would Mikey feel in the afterlife if Donnie let him down; if the concrete had made contact with him, if the spider had caught him?

Donnie didn't want to think this way, but he had been doing it for many nights now that it started to feel normal. A part of his nightly routine if you will, and he wanted to at least make the memories fade away.

The screams of terror that followed the fall... Mikey was scared. He knew Donnie would catch him; but being up that high with the ground slowly coming into view wasn't the best thing to look at. He trusted his brother... Something that Donnie just couldn't do himself.

He was halfway to his room when he saw a small light in his younger brother's room. He tilted his head slightly in confusion as he walked towards the room; spotting a blanket in the middle of the floor with a figure underneath. There was a light coming out from the small "fort", and the blanket moved as the figure inside did as well.

"Mikey?" Donnie pondered as he walked closer to the blanket. "What are you doing up?"

The said box turtle slowly lifted his blanket; a smile appearing when he noticed who was in the room with him. Mikey had appeared to be drawing as the flashlight lit up the small fort he made, making him able to see.

"Hey Dee!" Mikey greeted. "I wasn't sleepy, so I decided to draw."

"On the floor?" Donnie pondered.

"It's easier to draw on the floor than on the bed," Mikey responded. "Plus, a change of scenery is always nice."

He patted the floor beside him; Donnie slowly walking over to his orange brother. He sat down beside the box turtle and watched him draw; silence filling the room.

Should he tell Mikey about his nightmares? He didn't want to alarm the young turtle, and he really wasn't good at sharing his feelings. But something in him told the softshell that his brother would understand. It was Mikey after all, and he was way better at feelings than Donnie was.

"What were you doing up?" Mikey asked him suddenly, bringing Donnie out of his train of thought.

"Um..." Donnie said as he tried to think up an excuse. "Inventing."

"Ooo!" Mikey exclaimed softly; never looking up from his drawing. "What are you making?"

"Well...um... It's more like tweaking something..." Donnie responded. "Lets just say its a secret."

"Oh, Okie dokie!" Mikey smiled up at the genius as he focused more on his drawing.

Donnie flinched slightly. That line... Mikey had said the same thing when he let go of the vehicle, and it surprised the softshell. Mikey seemed to notice and he looked up at Donnie confused.

"You ok, Dee?" He asked in concern.

"Yeah, yeah," Donnie brushed of the younger turtle's question. Mikey didn't stop looking at the softshell; Donnie could feel his concern rising with every second.

"Donnie, I have a question," Mikey said; his gaze never leaving the genius.

"What is it?" Donnie asked.

"Are you... Are you still worried about that night?" Mikey questioned. "You know, the one with Big Mama and me falling?"

Donnie stared at Mikey. He sighed as he looked in the other direction. Of course Mikey would know if something was up; he was always good at figuring out if his brother were hurt.

"Maybe..." Donnie replied as he turned back to face the box turtle.

"Donnie, it's ok," Mikey said as he placed his arm on his older brother. Since Donnie didn't flinch, he kept talking.

"I'm safe now, I'm not hurt."

"But you could have been hurt!" Donnie responded; lowering his voice once he realized he was too loud.

"Big Mama could have caught you, or I could have missed when I was coming to get you."

"But you didn't," Mikey reassured. "I'm ok now."

"It's just..." Donnie began; ready to tell the box turtle the truth. "The nightmares... They're so vivid..."

"You're having nightmares?" Mikey asked in concern.

"Yeah..." Donnie responded. "They aren't that bad, per say, but they're frightening. The ground comes up so fast, and seeing you hit it and go unconscious... I just..."

His voice choked up as he talked; trying not to let too much of his feelings show. He wasn't going to cry; but man, was he close to doing so.

The whole time Mikey listened to Donnie; another thing that the softshell liked about his younger brother. He listened, and he didn't talk until he knew that his brothers were finished talking.

"Donald..." Mikey said quietly. "I didn't know you felt that way... I'm sorry..."

"Why are you apologizing?" Donnie questioned. "It's not your fault."

"But I still made you worry," Mikey replied. "I knew you were gonna catch me, but you didn't trust yourself."

Donnie sighed again; his breath shaking. He looked at Mikey as a smile slowly appeared on the box turtle's face.

"You can cry, Donnie" Mikey told him. "I won't mind."

"I'm not gonna cry," Donnie said. "I'm fine..."

"Its better to let your feeling go than to bottle them up," Mikey reassured. "Go ahead, I won't tell anyone."

Sniffles came out of the softshell as they slowly turned into cries. He cried silently as Mikey hugged him; tears going down the younger turtle's plastron. Mikey didn't tell him to stop; he let Donnie cry. He knew that it was hard for Donnie, and he wanted to make sure that everything was alright. He knew that feelings were hard for him, and he was surprised that Donnie actually had started to cry.

Nevertheless, he let the purple turtle cry until he couldn't.

Five minutes had passed, and Donnie's cries turned into just sniffles.

"Sorry..." He murmured.

"Don't be sorry, Dee," Mikey told him. "You need to cry every once in a while."

"Yeah, I guess..." He said. He then smiled softly at his brother. "Thanks."

"No problem!" Mikey smiled. He then looked at his drawing. "Wanna watch me draw some more?"

"I have nothing better to do," Donnie chuckled.

Mikey grinned as he started to draw again, Donnie watching as he did so. Donnie really had to control his feelings, but for now, knowing that his brother was ok was all he was worrying about.

[dianapana]

SasuHina Month 2020- Day 1.1

Hello everyone, as usually i come out of my cave once a year and start posting original stuff of the Sh month :) i’m very excited this year once more. Kisses and love ~ Dia

prompt: – Cafuné: Running Your Fingers through the Hair of Someone You Love

Long Distance – Part 1

Hinata POV

The noise in the stadium is deafening, the adrenaline levels are very high and I too am jumping from one foot to the other screaming as loud as I can. I always go and watch every home game but tonight I made the 4-hour ride to Suna for an away game, this is the decisive game; if Sasuke’s team wins, they enter the Final Four; Gosh I hope that’s the case. The first 2 periods are over and the score is still 0-0. Naruto is in the penalty box and Kiba left the ice at the end of the second period to get stitches. The game is more violent than any other I’ve seen in the few months since I started dating Sasuke when my interest in hokey started. The refs aren’t calling as many hits as they should because of the intensity of the match. Sasuke took a few hits that made me shiver and gasp in pain.

Naruto finally returns and about 5 minutes later so does Kiba; it isn’t until the last minute of the third period that Naruto scores one point with Sasuke’s assist. I jump and scream so loud one would think they’ve won. But there’s another period to be played; I hope they can keep their advantage and don’t have to go in overtime. The last period starts and it’s even more intense. Naruto takes a very hard hit, it takes him a moment to regroup and I’m worried he hit his head badly…almost the next moment Sasuke pushes the same player that hit Naruto into the plexi wall so hard that it makes me look away. One of Suna’s players gets a breakaway but thankfully doesn’t score. The match goes on for a bit longer and nobody scores.

There are 3 more minutes and the score is still 1-0 for Sasuke’s and I’m praying to God to let this match end like this. Kiba took another hit and one of his stitches broke and the bleeding started again over his eye so he was pulled from the game again. The good thing is that Suna’s main scorer is in the penalty box.

The clock ticks and tick and those 3 minutes feel like an eternity; they all skate so fast it’s hard to keep up with who is where and where the puck is. I can’t even imagine being down there. I hold my breath as we near the end of the game and I only exhale when the game ends. They’ve won. Thank God.

The majority of the crowd is Suna supporters since for them it’s a home game. They all look really pissy and I know how much it sucks to lose a home game. Konoha lost unexpectedly to Kiri a few weeks back and it was such a downer. That loss is also the reason why they needed this win in order to make it to the final four.

I make my way to the corridor to wait for Sasuke. It’s just me and a few other girls waiting. Usually when it’s a home game for Konoha the corridor is packed with groupies, friends, fans, family and significant others. After about 15 minutes the door opens and the players start walking out, they’re all smiling and making jokes but I can see how tired they are. Naruto and Sasuke come next and I can’t help but run to them. I don’t throw myself at Sasuke even if I want to. He took some really hard hits and I don’t want to hurt him further. Kiba comes out too and he is holding an icepack over his left eye where the stitches were.

“Congrats on winning. The game was merciless” Sasuke kisses me on my check and we start making our way to the outside. Under normal circumstances they would all need to take the bus and drive back to campus, but it’s was a Friday game so those that wish to return to the campus go on the bus and those that want to stay for the night in Suna do that.

Most players choose to go home; me and Sasuke walk to where I parked my car. Since I made the drive here, we decided beforehand to stay the night in Suna and I’ll drive up to my home Saturday in the morning and Sasuke can catch a bus to go back to Konoha Uni. I climb in the driver’s seat as Sasuke slides in his seat and throws in the back seat his bag.

I notice him wincing when he moves certain ways. He’s also really quiet which means the adrenaline rush ended and he’s tired and in pain. He leans his head against the seat and closes his eyes. His hand resting on my tight.

Before I started dating Sasuke I didn’t expect him to be this touchy and affectionate; whenever we’re in close proximity he likes to touch, whether it’s a hand on my leg, an arm around my shoulder or just his shoe touching mine under the table when we’re sitting face to face. I suspect it’s also because we don’t get to spend as much time together as we would like. KU is 2 hours away from my Uni and we both have pretty busy schedules.

“The game was brutal. You should take an ice bath when we get to our room” I tell him and he only mhmms. So, I decide not to talk on the drive anymore. I park the car in front of the hotel that we’re staying at. Sasuke takes his gear from the backseat while I take the bag, I packed with clothes for both of us to sleep in and change tomorrow and other such things. We walk hand in hand to the elevator and to our room. I got to Suna a bit earlier since I had almost a 2 hours advantage and checked us in before the game.

The first thing Sasuke does is flops on his back on the bed and even that makes him wince. I want to go to the bathroom to start filling the tub with cold water but he stops me.

“Come here baby” his voice is low and smooth and despite being tired and in pain he smirks at me and it makes my knees go weak.

“No love, you need to go to take a cold bath. You’ll regret it in the morning if you don’t” He’s sitting on the bed now and pulls me between his legs. I’ll keep protesting but I know I’ve lost.

“I will a bit later. It’s still early; it’s only about 10:30pm” his hands slide up and down my back and his stare is smoldering. I sigh and raise my hands to his face; I’m scared to touch anywhere else. I touch his cheek with one hand and I run my fingers thought his hair with the other.

“Fuck babe that feels great”

I smile at him and place a few soft kisses on his cheeks and jaw. “How about we go to the bathroom; you soak in ice water and I’ll run my hands thought your hair?” I whisper against his lips “Does that sound good?”

As I’ve said before, Sasuke is very affectionate. He loves when I play with his hair. At time when he stays over at my house during the weekend, he puts his head in my lap as I study and I run my hands thought his hair for hours. Whenever I stop even for a moment, he makes this adorable dissatisfied noise in the back of his throat and rubs his head in my lap looking for my hand, almost like a cat.

“Mhmm…yea that sounds good” As soon as he agrees I step away from him and start the tub. He’s still on the bed where I left him; the tub will take a few minutes to fill so I go back between his legs. He wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me to him and rests his head against my belly.

“You played really well today. All of you were on fire” I resume playing with his hair “You’re in the final four now” He doesn’t say anything and I’m scared he’ll fall asleep so I take a step back and look at his face; his eyes are closed so I wasn’t wrong.

“Come on Sasuke, time to go to the bath. Clothes off” That makes him laugh a little.

“Babe if you want to see me naked all you have to do is ask” But he does get up and starts undressing. He tries to do it fast and smooth but I can see that it hurts him to do even that so I go help him specially to take off his shirt. I look at his torso and I gasp, there are blue and purple bruises on his ribs already forming; his left shoulder is also a bit swollen and red.

“Awe baby” I step closer to him and kiss him over his heart. I don’t want to kiss the bruises afraid that even that small contact will hurt. “Come on the bath awaits”

In the bathroom he takes off his boxers as well and gets into the tub. That wakes him up. “Shit Hina this is so fucking cold”

“I know love, but you’ll feel better tomorrow and you know it” I go back into the room and take one of the small chairs that are used as nightstands and put it next to the tub where Sasuke’s head is. He titles it back and I start running my hands thought it. He took a shower after the game so his hair is still a bit damp from that but it’s smooth and silky too.

“I’m really hungry; we should order something to eat” He says. I can tell the ice bath was a good idea. He’s not as sleepy anymore. I take my phone from my pocket and open the delivery app I have. With one hand I scroll thought it and with the other I still play with his hair.

“What do you want to eat? Hamburgers?” That’s his go to meal after a game.

“Yep”

“Ok I’ll order 2 burgers, fries, sodas and do you want onion rings too?”

“Hmmm, sure why not. Order some extra sauces too”

“Oki doki. Do you want a cheeseburger? I’ll get myself a veggie burger”

“Yea a cheeseburger is good. And I want Pepsi. Can you order some dessert too?”

I look at the sweets option and choose an apple pie since it isn’t extremely sweet and Sasuke isn’t a huge sweets fan. I place the order and resume running my fingers thought his hair softly; from now and gain I scratch his scalp just the tiniest bit because I know he enjoys that too.

After about 20 minutes or so Sasuke decides that’s enough for his icebath. “How long till the food is here?”

“It’s been 20 minutes and it said it should be about an hour, so maybe 40 mins?”

“Mhmm ok.” He gets out of the tub and dries himself with a towel. I follow him back into the room and give him a new pair of boxers and an older t-shirt.

“I’m going to take a quick shower before the food gets here” I say as I look for my body wash and face cream. Sasuke comes behind me and lightly smacks my butt.

“So, we’re taking a shower. Good thing I didn’t put my clothes on yet” He says and pulls me into the bathroom as I laugh. He sits on the chair I sat before and smirks at me. “Strip”

I can’t help rolling my eyes at him. He’s such a goof right now. But I do as he says and take off all my clothes and put my hair in a bun so I don’t get it wet. I go to start the shower water and Sasuke follows me. He starts kissing down my neck but stops soon and just holds me close and breaths me in.

“I love you so much” he says, his words are a bit muffled by my skin but I heard them loud and clear.

“I love you too” I say as I run my hands thought his hair. We proceed to take a shower and then get dressed in out pjs. Sasuke just sat himself down on the bed when my phone rings letting my know that our food will be here in less than 2 minutes. We eat everything and climb in bed. Under normal circumstances I’d sleep pretty much on top of Sasuke but I can’t do that due to his aching body so I sit a bit higher than him, curl into myself and pull his head to my chest. His right side isn’t that badly hurt so he sneaks his arm under my legs and curls it around my butt. I start running my hands thought his hair again, as much as he loves me doing this, I think I like it more. I place a kiss on the crown of his head and we stay like that until we fall asleep.

[demon-animatronic]

Writetober Day 21: Chained

Notes: 

Takes place in the very short future of a fic on my AO3. Also formally introduces a new OC that is already being tortured >:). Poor guy is actually a cinnamon roll deep down. 

Warnings: None. It’s short and nothing really happens other than learning the OC’s name.

Day 21: Chained

I stared at Steelbeak as I watched him padlock a big heavy duty chain to my collar before wrapping it around and padlocking it to a pole.

“So… you dragged me out of the penthouse just to chain me up anyway?”

“High Command wants me to do some things. And I don’t want to have to worry about youse in the meantime. Just stay here, take a nap, and be good for once. Alright?” Steelbeak replied.

“Where can I possibly go?” I asked in a smartass tone.

“I’ll let that tone go without a punishment today. But keep it up and I’ll change my mind.” Steelbeak said, standing up.

“Okie dokie.” I grinned up to him.

“I’ll be back to check on youse later.” Steelbeak said, turning to walk out of the room.

I rested my hands behind my head and leaned back on the pole as I watched him leave the room. Huffing, I looked up to the ceiling. Now what?

I was the only one in here… or so I thought.

My ears perked up at the sound of footsteps approaching. Figuring it was just Steelbeak returning, I kept my eyes on the ceiling. That is until the person walked around me and I looked down as they stood next to me. They looked like they were limping when they walked.

It was one of the Eggman. I watched him as he slowly kneeled down, holding his torso as he did so. He grunted like he was in pain.

“…May I help you?” I asked after a few seconds. 

“No. You did enough already. Unfortunately, I can’t help you.” He replied.

“Am I supposed to be shocked?” I asked. “Wait what do you mean I did enough already?”

He raised his hands to the helmet and took it off.

“I don’t want you getting hurt because of me.” The Eggman said. “And I’m sure you don’t want me getting hurt some more, right?”

The Eggman placed the helmet down beside him and went back to holding his stomach. Grimacing as he did so.

I moved my hands from behind me and sat up more as I recognized him.

“…It’s you!” I smiled. “You really are okay! I didn’t know whether to believe Steelbeak about it.”

“Well, here’s your proof that I’ll be okay… eventually. My wife isn’t happy about what happened and I think my ‘accident’ scared my kids…” He frowned.

“I can’t imagine what they’re going through. They did almost lose you. Does your wife know the truth?” I decided to ask.

“Of course. That’s why she isn’t happy about this. She wanted me to quit FOWL but I couldn’t. And still can’t now. We need the money even if it is dangerous. Not to mention how I really hate hurting others.”

“Surely there are other jobs that make a lot of money too. You don’t want your kids to grow up without a dad, right?” I questioned.

“Right. But that’s the thing… I’m far too young to retire from FOWL. And I can’t exactly quit and survive, yah know?” He replied.

“Oh…” I muttered, knowing what he was implying.

“You might be able to leave SHUSH whenever. But it’s not that simple here at FOWL.” He added.

“I see… they couldn’t at least send you to work under a different agent? It just had to be Steelbeak?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I didn’t want to try and fight with anyone about this. So here I am. He hasn’t really interacted with me yet though. I don’t think he knows I’m back yet.”

“Good. Let’s hope it stays that way for a while.” I smiled.

“I guess I should introduce myself huh? I’m Benjamin. My friends and family call me Benji for short.”

“Nice to meet you again, Benjamin. You can call me Agent 13 when you know who isn’t around to torment us. But… I guess you gotta call me ‘Lucky’ when he is.” I shook his hand.

“Heh. Works for me. Why the numbers?” Benji questioned.

“Some agents like going by the numbers their initials line up with. Others like going by their last name. It helps when more than one agent has the same last name but it gets tricky if they have the same initials.” I explained.

“What’s your last name if you don’t mind me asking?” Benji asked, understanding that concept better.

“Cain. I don’t think any other agents have that as a last name. I just like going by 13 more.” I said.

“Oohhh. We usually just go by either our first or last name.”

“Or nickname in Steelbeak’s case?” I asked and he nodded.

“So… he has you chained up while he does something for High Command? Why did he even bring you this time?” Benji asked curiously.

“Your guess is as good as mine. I haven’t done anything that needed a punishment afterwards so I’m not sure why I’m here.” I shrugged. “I just know whatever he is doing must be important if he has to chain me up like a dog and not have the time to watch me himself.”

“What… what did he do to you after…you know?” Benji asked nervously.

“He added an invisible fence to the only exit and hooked it up to this damn shock collar. Making any attempt to run away much harder.”

“Ouch. Did you try again and that’s how you figured it out?” He asked, feeling bad about it.

“Nope. He threw me into the open doorway. I could tell something was up and refused to go near the door. He finally got fed up and threw me towards the door and that’s how I found out. Not fun. I was out of it for a few minutes due to how bad that shock was.”

“I’m sorry.” Benji stated. “And I’m really sorry I can’t get that chain off. Looks really heavy.”

“It is. But don’t be sorry. This isn’t your fault and you have nothing to be sorry for. I would rather you didn’t do something so you don’t get killed over it when it involves me.” I replied. “I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” I confirmed. “Don’t worry about me. Just keep yourself and your family safe.”

We talked longer than we meant to since by the time we realized how long it had been…

“Benji!” Steelbeak suddenly said and startled both of us. “So good to see youse back again! See? I wasn’t lying about him makin’ a full recovery, dollface.”

“I guess not.” I replied as he walked up to us. “Can this come off now?”

“No. I only came by to check on youse. However, I could use Benji’s help with somethin’.” Steelbeak replied, grabbing his arm and pulling him up to his feet as he grabbed his helmet. 

Benji tried to hold the sound of pain in as we shared one more glance to each other before he got dragged out of the room.

[osakaso5]

Sogo Osaka Twelve Hits! Rabbit Chat Part 3: Request Hits 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5

Tsumugi: Hello! Is everyone ready to resume the requests soon?

Yuki: Did Kinako-chan get home safely?

Tsumugi: Yes! She's having her dinner at the agency right now.

Tsumugi: I'm sorry for making you wait..!

Ryunosuke: Don't worry about it. We were taking our time eating anmitsu, too.

Kaoru: We bought some at the store nearby. I was craving anmitsu so badly that I couldn't wait any longer.

Gaku: I never knew there was a Japanese confectionery shop in the neighborhood. How'd you know about it, Tenn?

Tenn: I've seen it a few times.

Yamato: I'm getting kinda hungry...

Riku: You can have snacks, Yamato-san! We bought a lot, so I'll bring some to the living room. We even got some extra spicy chips for you, Sogo-san! They came out recently!

Yamato: Thanks.

Sogo: Thank you, Riku-kun. They're the habanero ones, right? I'd been wanting to try them, so I really appreciate it.

Tenn: Try not to eat too much.

Sogo: Yes! I'll make sure to monitor how much junk food I have..!

Tenn: Ah, sorry. I wasn't talking to you...

Yamato: Were you talking to me, then? (lol)

Tenn: No.

Momo: lololol

Nagi: A short skit.

Riku: You don't have to tell me! I can watch how much I eat just fine!

Tsumugi: Now that you have all your snacks, let's resume the requests..!

Tsumugi: Mitsuki-san, you were next. Go ahead!

Mitsuki: Yeah! Mine's an intro quiz!

Mitsuki: Sogo knows a lot about music! Wouldn't it be fun to play him different song introes and make him guess which ones they are?

Sogo: Can the songs be from any genre?

Mitsuki: Anything goes!

Yuki: You won't even know what you'll listen to next? That's a real test of skill.

Tamaki: So-chan knows a ton

Sogo: Yeah. It'll be exciting to see what song comes next. Even if they're songs I don't know, it'll be fun just to discover new music.

Sogo: Thank you for a challenging request, Mitsuki-san.

Mitsuki: Crap, lol I'm the one feeling pressured here, lol

Mitsuki: I'll pick songs that'll really get you fired up! Just you wait!

Mitsuki: 

Sogo: 

Tsumugi: That seems like it'll be a fun game! Yamato-san, you're next!

Yamato: Got it.

Yamato: Mine's a guessing game.

Sogo: You mean a quiz where I have to guess what something is based on a handful of hints?

Yamato: That's right. Variety shows do it a lot.

Iori: Another game. It'll be very exciting.

Nagi: How fun! May I help you come up with subjects for it?

Yamato: Sorry, but I've already got something in mind.

Sogo: You do?

Yamato: The other night at the dorm, I saw this

Yamato: Wait, whoops. Almost gave away the answer (lol)

Riku: Huh!? You saw something the other night!? At the dorm?

Sogo: Could it be something scary..?

Tamaki: Stop, stop, stop!!!

Tamaki: You better not say any more than that!

Tamaki: I can't handle that stuff!

Sogo: It's okay, Tamaki-kun. Science hasn't proven that ghosts exist yet.

Iori: Nikaido-san must've been seeing things as he wandered around half-asleep.

Tamaki: Stop talking about ghosts!!!

Mitsuki: You're the one talking about ghosts, Tamaki!

Momo: Tamaki's so cute when he's scared of ghosts~!

Yuki: Even though humans are much scarier

Momo: Yep (つ∀<●)゜+.

Yuki: (つ∀<●)゜+.

Rinto: You may be using cute emoticons, but the things you're saying are very scary!

Kaoru: These top idols are experienced in the bittersweet ways of the world...

Sogo: How educational...

Tsumugi: I've learned much from them, too..! Though I'm curious about what was seen at your dorm, it's Yaotome-san's turn!

Gaku: Mine is to continue the corner with an arrogant attitude.

Momo: You want him to act all smug?

Sogo: S-smug..?

Gaku: Yeah. Though it kinda overlaps with Tenn's request.

Gaku: I think I've said this to Anesagi and the others before, but you should act more proud of yourself, Osaka. Plus, it's so hard to picture you acting that way that I wanna see it.

Mitsuki: A lot of these requests are about seeing an unexpected side of Sogo!

Nagi: Sogo's charm is infinite, after all :-)

Sogo: I-I understand. I'll practice for the show.

Sogo: If only I knew how...

Iori: The quickest way is to look for a role model. Why not use samples of media featuring smug people?

Sogo: Right. I'll check a movie streaming site.

Sogo: Iori-kun, would you mind looking for appropriate works with me..?

Iori: Not at all. I'll give you my findings later.

Yamato: If you try too hard to look high and mighty, you lose any real smugness.

Gaku: I figured he'd just wing it on the spot... But I'm excited to see where Osaka's seriousness takes him.

Tsumugi: I'd love to see a new side of Sogo-san, too!

Tsumugi: Tsunashi-san, do you have a request you'd like to share?

Ryunosuke: Mine is to soothe the listeners.

Ryunosuke: Sogo-kun's always kind, just like the others said. When I'm tired after a shoot or something, seeing his smile relaxes me.

Ryunosuke: I'm sure the listeners will feel better if they hear him tell them "good work", too!

Tamaki: Oh. This one's the total opposite of Gakkun's

Sogo: Thank you. I feel a bit embarrassed...

Mitsuki: He's got a point. Sogo acts kinda motherly sometimes!

Yamato: When you leave clothes lying around in the living room, he'll start picking them up and saying "Please put these in the washing machine".

Tamaki: Same goes for used juice mugs

Iori: Clean up after yourselves!

Sogo: They've slowly started to do it themselves, much to my help.

Sogo: It's incredible. Not many people would change how they act so easily, just because someone else told them to.

Yuki: Ah. He really is soothing

Ryunosuke: I know, right!

Tsumugi: I find Sogo-san's smile to be rejuvenating, as well!

Tsumugi: Momo-san, what about your request?

Momo: Okie dokie! Mine is an extreme spice endurance test from hell! ヾ(*・∀・)ノ

Momo: Sogo can handle practically any kind of spicy food, so I wanna see if he has a limit at all!

Sogo: My spice limit... I must say, I'm curious about that myself.

Momo: So you really can handle anything!

Sogo: More or less. I have no trouble with my own cooking, but I've never felt that the spicy foods we've had to eat for TV projects have been too much, either.

Sogo: I want to feel the kind of unbearable spiciness that other people seem to feel.

Momo: You're that tough!? It must be hard getting good reactions out of you..!

Iori: Seeing him stuff his face with spicy dishes is entertaining in its own right.

Yuki: If your reactions are really obvious, it's easier to give up because people can tell right away when you've hit your limit.

Riku: Yamato-san has it rough because he doesn't let it show on his face..!

Yamato: Yeah. I have to keep eating for a little bit, even if I can't keep going.

Nagi: You must not force yourself. One should always be honest with oneself.

Mitsuki: You on the other and should eat more, for the sake of the show! you tend to throw in the towel before the food even touches your mouth!

Nagi: Even you will not convince me to do such a thing.

Sogo: So it really was hard for you guys...

Momo: Alright, I've got it! I'll personally see to it that you get to experience true spiciness, Sogo!

Sogo: Momo-san..!

Momo: Just you wait. I'll use my connections to find you the spiciest dish ever!

Sogo: Thank you. That's very reassuring to hear..!

Momo: (*ゝω・)丿★

Tsumugi: The spiciest dish ever... My mouth is burning up just imagining it!

Tsumugi: Yuki-san, you're the last in line!

Yuki: The grand finale, it is.

Yuki: I want to see Sogo-kun's retorts

Yamato: Ooh. Another reaction thing.

Sogo: You mean a comedic retort..? I'll need some kind of advanced technology to get through that...

Yuki: Just go with the flow. It's all in the timing

Momo: Yeah! As long as you yell "What the hell!" at some point, you're good ★

Mitsuki: That's too vague, lol

Sogo: I see... Just yell according to the flow...

Yuki: He believed me ^^

Sogo: What the hell!

Tamaki: So-chan, did you just

Banri: It completely broke the flow, but that was a retort, right..?

Sogo: I-I'm sorry! Did I get it wrong!?

Yuki: No, you're good. Very good. Keep it up

Momo: A-are you sure about that!? The bad timing makes it cute, but still!?

Iori: I don't know if our agency can approve of this...

Yuki: What the hell!

Sogo: Ah! Was that the correct way to do it..!?

Sogo: I see, so it's all about flow and speed.

Yamato: Sou, you don't have to humor them.

Tsumugi: Comedy has many layers! Thank you for a fun request, Yuki-san!

Tsumugi: That's everyone. Thank you all for your requests!

Sogo: Thank you.

Mitsuki: Now that we're done, it's time for Sogo to make requests to us!

Gaku: Yeah. Ask anything.

Choices/outcomes:

1. Do you have a request for us?

Sogo: I want you to stand by my side on stage. That's my biggest request.

2. Do you have a request for TRIGGER?

Sogo: I'd like to come see one of TRIGGER's lives again sometime. Naturally, I'll pay for my own ticket..!

3. Do you have a request for Re:vale?

Sogo: They've done plenty for us. I couldn't possibly ask for more..!

Sogo: I look forward to another year with all of you.

Yuki: You're so modest, even though your birthday's coming up

Momo: We'll have to celebrate him so much that he can't be modest anymore \ (*´∀`)丿

Ryunosuke: It's still a little early, but happy birthday. Let's go out for a drink again sometime!

Tenn: Happy birthday. I look forward to your broadcast.

Banri: Sogo-kun, happy birthday! I'll continue supporting you!

Momo: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO (σ>∀<)σ SOGO ♪ Let's get along next year, too!

Rinto: Happy birthday!

Yuki: Happy birthday. I hope you have a great time

Kaoru: Happy birthday. Keep the alcohol in moderation.

Gaku: Happy birthday. I hope you'll have a special year.

Tsumugi: Happy birthday from me, too!

Sogo: Thank you, everyone. My heart feels so full that I don't have much to say.

Sogo: But, I'm very happy that you're all here. Truly.

Sogo: I hope you'll continue to guide and support me.

Mitsuki: Even your finishing speech is too stiff! lol

Sogo: I-I'm sorry...

Yamato: No need to apologize. Let's have a party on your actual birthday.

Riku: I can't wait!

Iori: I'm a bit worried that our dining table will be covered in red...

Sogo: Thank you, guys..! My birthday can't come sooner. I'm really glad to be so excited.

Sogo: But before that, I'll do my best with the radio broadcast.