#but sitting there silent isn’t helping and speaking doesn’t either and there’s no other good solution

[jammmbi]

god i need therapy and to move out

[spicyicetea]

So I got the new Pokemon DLC for Christmas and I’m on a big Pokemon kick currently so I’m going to give a gift to my fellow Pokémon lovers. Now I’m more well known for Yandere work but I also do love doing more soft romantic stuff. It heals my traumatised self. So I’ve decided to go through all Pokémon games I’ve played and write romantic and yandere sfw+slight Nsfw headcannons for every character I personally like. [No DLC content because I haven’t played any of them yet]. If there are any characters I haven’t done that anyone wants, either comment or request and I can add it onto this post. Merry late Christmas!

As mentioned before, these posts will contain NSFW topics like violence and sexual references, so if you’re triggered by these topic please be careful. The reader in this is also a Fem reader, I can redo this post for a Masc or GN reader if wanted but I’m writing it as Fem currently is just easiest for me. I don’t describe appearance like skin colour or hair but I do write the Y/N with a curvy figure in mind (I can’t help myself, I love thick thighs IM SORRY-)

Kanto

Red

Ah the original silent protagonist. I love this man so much, even more after his cameo is Sun and Moon. I’m not sure what it is about him but he has this strange allure to him, although I doubt that’s a unique opinion on silent characters. Anyway, onto the headcannons.

This is almost a given with the silent types but I feel like he is an amazing listener, only ever nodding to show he’s still listening or giving small “mhms”

You’re probably the only one he comfortably talks to other than Blue.

In public he likes holding your hand, he often communicates through squeezing your hand or fiddling with your fingers.

Psychic boyfriend No.1

This man can just tell what you need, when you need it. Whether it’s comfort cuddles after a bad day of for period troubles.

Speaking of period troubles, this man not only will buy you whatever you need, he’ll wash the sheets, run you a bath and let you use him as a personal heater.

Yandere + NSFW

This man doesn’t open up to people easily yet you made him fall apart.

You made him stutter, drop things and slip up in battles when you cheered for him, he’s whipped.

You were the only woman that’s ever caught his attention and you aren’t leaving him anytime soon.

So get used to him possessively having a hand on you at all times, glaring daggers at any other person you pay attention to.

He’s a very private person so isn’t one to leave marks on you openly, but he does take great pleasure in leaving dark marks on your thighs.

Speaking of thighs… he’s a giver, do what you want with that.

Blue

Ah the smug bastard rival, and I promise you… he’s still insufferable, but in a loving way.

Bullies you playfully. A day doesn’t go by where he doesn’t mess up your hair and trip you up.

But he loves you truly.

You could not have asked for a more cuddly man, I didn’t expect to have this headcannon but I imagine this man is very eager to stay cuddled up to you as much as possible.

Although he talks a lot and loves it when you compliment him, I also think he’s a good listener, but like I’m a hype man way.

He’ll sit by the bathroom door while you’re in the bath letting you vent about anything you want just egging you on. “Wow she sounds like a bitch-“

A man who loves PDA, it’s his favourite way of staking his claim on your beautiful self.

Yandere + NSFW

Has dated his fair share of girls, but he wants you so bad.

He will fight for you, no matter what. This man will abuse whatever position he has to impress you. A relative of the professor’s, ex Champion, and a gym leader. He will do whatever he can to have you.

He is incredibly touchy, the moment other people aren’t looking, his hands are under your shirt. Nibbling your neck and kissing your earlobes. Actually he’d do that even with people watching,

Although he’d be mighty mad if someone watched your gorgeous body, he might even hurt someone.

Brock

This man is underrated.

The most loveable family man you’ll ever meet.

He loves to cook for you. Everyday. Please let this man make you breakfast in bed.

In fact no, he wants you to cook with him. All romantic. His chest to your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ears while you chop up vegetables.

If you get along with his siblings, he will propose to you on the spot.

Very openly affectionate, but never goes further than a hug in public… ok maybe you can get a kiss on the cheek.

Yandere + NSFW

This man has a breeding kink… you can’t change my mind.

He wants a nice big family and the idea of you, heavy and round with his baby. Not to mention how your… other assets will change.

Will happily suffocate in your tits, and if you’re pregnant, he will help relieve any discomfort you have.

If another man hurt you in any way, he��s going to go… missing. He’d break a man in half over his knee for you, and his Onix is very strong.

Lance

Am I the only one who would smash? Yes? No? Alrighty-

He’s always hits me as a someone who likes spending time with his lover in silence.

Not opposed to PDA but gets worried about his fans potentially harassing you, let’s you borrow his dragonite to escort you between towns.

Away from the public and just with his friends (elite four mainly) he loves to have you by his side, often whispering things about his day to you, information he only shares with you.

Also a man who is very hot, like he’s warm constantly, will be the best snuggler when it’s cold.

Yandere + NSFW

Originally I thought this man would be rather… vanilla but I feel like he’d be into wax play. I can’t explain it, but I can picture him loving to spill wax all over your tits.

For the more yandere side of things, he’s the strongest dragon trainer in Kanto. He will use his influence to make himself your only option, not that you’d realise, he’s not an idiot.

Giovanni

BARK BARK BARK GRRR MAFIA DADDY-

Your relationship is hidden very well from most people, you don’t get to villain status with a clean record and no enemies.

Despite that, you love a life of luxury baby.

He loves nothing more than to pamper you. His beautiful girl sat on his lap, with her hair all done up and nails all pretty. Now that’s the life.

Yandere + NSFW

I think he has great Yandere potential.

You sat comfortably on his lap in his office, his hands trailing comfortably under your skirt.

He loves watching you squirm as his fingers traces tight circles- well that’s all you get for now.

As I mentioned before, I believe he’d default to yandere to be honest.

He would not hesitate to kidnap but I like the idea that he’d try and woo you first. Dinner dates… wine… murdering his competitors.

Yeah, he’d be a yandere.

Johto

(I’m ashamed to admit I’ve never played these ones so I have no significant opinion on any of the characters)

Hoenn

Steven

This is just a crow in a human form, mr I love shiny rocks (me fr fr)

His love language is most definitely gift giving. Your shared house is littered with crystals and shiny things he’s found over his travels.

He loves to press kisses all over your fingers, buying you as many rings as possible for you and him to match. If he buys himself a new ring you’re getting one too.

Loves showing you off to the elite four, and begs that his dad approves. Not that he needs his approval but it’d be awkward if he didn’t.

Yandere + NSFW

Possessive as fuck.

You ain’t getting away from him easily. He will track you down as long as he needs to before you calm down and quit running away.

Loves pampering you once you behave though.

He kisses up your legs to your thighs, such passionate loving words followed by the mantra of “dirty girl” and “slut”

Maxie

Ok all the villains just radiate Yandere energy- so they’re all gonna be pure yandere + NSFW warning

This man doesn’t have it in him to kidnap someone… oh wait that’s a lie.

When he met you that all changed

He needs you, he would hurt anyone to get you to himself.

He’d leave dark bites on your neck, massaging your hips to tangle you together.

Another man I think would be into wax play, also a corruption kink. (No I won’t elaborate)

Archie

Big brute of a man… he’s going to make you beg for his mercy.

He loves holding you in his lap, cradling you delicately while he peppers kisses along your neck.

Will bite you, this man is a shark and will leave slightly bloody bite marks all over your body.

This man eats pussy for breakfast, you will never not cum first, a truly good man.

He is far more eager to kill a man to prove his love for you than he should be.

Sinnoh

I’ll be honest I tried to but I’m tired and I’m just going to be writing Yandere and NSFW headcannons. I’m sorry people-

Barry

This boy is so happy to finally have met someone who loves him… you’re not allowed to leave, he’ll cry.

For some reason I see this mans as wanting a family… he wants to be a more present father than his own.

Not one to leave marks on you but will beg you to stay home so he can cuddle and pamper you all day.

When he eventually takes over the battle frontier (he so would you can’t tell em otherwise) he will use that position to “protect you”.

Cyrus

Ah yes, the cold emotionless man who falls for a sweet woman and kills all competition… I approve!

PDA? Who is that? The most you’ll get from him is his hand on your shoulder moment before he orders team galactic to handle someone who was making moves on you.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. You’re the only woman he could ever love.

He lays awkwardly in bed but melts when your head rests on his chest, that was when the yandere switch flipped and he locked you in his apartment.

At least the man lays some good pipe, also this man has a bondage kink cause I said so.

Unova

Elesa

You think that the world won’t notice the famous model and gym leader with a girl on her arm. You’re going to end up centre of the Unova news for the next month.

She loves this though, now everyone knows you belong to her, and anyone who ignores that will just get zapped.

Prepare to share clothes, and prepare for her to watch you undress, she can’t help herself.

The woman loves to zap you, just lightly though, you’ll live… and probably cum.

Emmett + Ingo

Yes you get both, these two are a package deal ok?

Now… prepare to never leave their sight.

They want you at every battle, cheering them on, cuddling with the Joltiks or napping in their office using their coats as blankets.

Now… ok these two are kinky. They just are-

Ingo is 100% a family man, big breeding kink.

I think Emmett is more, adventurous, bondage and impact play seems right in my opinion.

Love to… “threaten” to throw people on the tracks when they flirt with you.

N

Aww what a sweet little thing, come and give me a hug- now time to hide you away where no one can ever see you again!

Honestly, he probably fell for you after seeing your relationship with your Pokemon. Almost every Pokemon you see likes you.

He’s very possessive over you. It’s no secret that he was raised in an incredibly unhealthy way, so he can’t exactly discern between inappropriate and appropriate behaviour in pursuing his courtship with you.

Now onto more NSFW art themes, he 100% praises you constantly and makes sure you’re tended to first. Often ends up super pent up because he wants to take care of you but sometimes go so far and overstimulates you. Don’t worry, the aftercare is amazing though.

Ghetsis

. . . Bastard

I’m only including this mother fucker because he’s so evil he’d be one of the most extreme Yanderes out of all of them. And because if still smash because I’m sinful-

The moment he sees you and falls for you, you can bet you’re getting kidnapped, sorry you just are.

I would bet money that he is the most possessive out of all of them but, and hear me out, would also be kinda attentive?

I can totally picture him being cold and accidentally upsetting you only to spend the rest of the next day showering you on gifts.

You’d also be seen as a god to the rest of team plasma, so enjoy being worshipped.

Oh and NSFW… spanking, degrading and tying you up, enjoy

Colress

Ah yes, my adorable scientist that I think is a kinky motherfucker-

He would make a collar to track you when you leave his side, he isn’t too keen on the idea of locking you insider after all.

Wouldn’t kidnap you but would murder the competitors.

Anyway onto the kinks I think would suit him…

He’d 100% make different types of vibrators so he can cuff you to the bed and watch you squirm. Considered making you a ball gag but he gets off on your moans, that does mean he ends up edging you before fucking you himself.

Kalos

Lysandre

Sugar daddy

I could leave that like that but fine fine I’ll feed you horny bastards.

He parades you around more than any of the others, always making sure you’re wearing the finest clothes. Usually also wearing his jacket, he can’t stand gawkers staring. Admiring your beauty he can handle, but staring at his woman is punishable by a flamethrower.

You live the luxury life. Fancy bath soaps and massages. Cafe trips daily so he can make sure you’re eating well. Sex in the back of his car in secluded car parks when you’ve been misbehaving at dinner.

He’s a rough lover but amazing with aftercare, so there’s that.

Alola

Nanu

Dilf energy… and I’m hungry for it I’ll be honest.

So tired, but you give him energy. Energy to do crime to keep you to himself but still energy. But hey why argue, you get to cuddle his cats all day.

Also, if you’re a trainer that has cat Pokemon… he’d probably marry you. Proposal on sight. Already on one knee.

He isn’t very openly affectionate but as long as no one is around he’ll always have an arm around your waist. You’re well protected.

Another man that I believe would make sure you cum first every time. Just make sure you have a warm bath after for your back, he hits me as a rough lover.

Guzma

Oh you poor girl… not because he’s going to treat you bad but he’s obsessed.

You’re probably kidnapped by team skull but you had no idea it was a kidnapping, it was more of a scooby-doo chase.

Yeah you now have like 50 babies to care for but don’t worry, big sis Plumeria and your new husband will help you. What you don’t remember getting married? Oh silly, you belonged to him the moment your eyes met.

He’s very inexperienced with relationships so give him a little time to learn. He’s a fast learner in bed so he won’t leave you unsatisfied. Will pamper you anyway he can.

Oh and have mercy on this man… don’t wear his clothes, he can’t handle it.

Hisui

Volo

Little shit… he’s going to try and use anything he can to claim you.

Whether that be advances in front of people to scare them off and stake his claim over you.

He does have a decently good reputation so no one would expect him to be dangerous, so you’re kinda fucked, Cyllene would protect you if she needed to though.

He talks down to you all the time, you’re not his equal, you are his property in his eyes.

Adaman

This man is smitten. No more smooth and confident Adaman, this man is a stuttering mess.

He wants to marry you so badly, please let this man marry you… and then put a baby in you but marriage first.

This man gives you jewellery, clothes, helps you befriend Pokémon or catch them depending on which method you prefer.

Cuddler, he will snuggle and cuddle as long as you want, so what he has duties? His pretty little wife wants his attention and you will get it.

Irida

Had noooo idea how to handle her feelings. Probably started as a childish crush at first but it developed into something much more.

She wants to spend the rest of her life with you by her side.

Glares at everyone who speaks to you, even people from her clan. She’s very jealous very easily.

But she loves you, and will let you spend unsupervised time with some people she trusts… only her Wardens, although she doesn’t trust Ingo as much as she doesn’t know him as well, not with you at least.

Warden Ingo

Dilf energy again

His memory may be strange and shaky but he remembers how to treat a woman he loves. Remembers things Elesa told him and Emmet, although to him it’s more echos of voices he thinks he knows.

He loves cuddling up to you while watching the newly hatched sneasels learn how to live. Although this does awaken a want for family he forgot he had.

He isn’t the most trusting person, but he is a good judge of character… and has gotten into a fistfight with Volo when he hit on you. Blood was drawn.

He throws a good punch, but would never hurt you, he adores you, you make him feel good in a familiar way.

Anyway you freaks want NSFW- this man lives up in the mountains, them rough hands can do wonders. And he loves making you feel good, people pleaser but only for you.

Paldea

Arven

Aw what a sweet boy, who will strangle anyone who tries to take you from him.

This boy lost both his parents and nearly lost his best friend/dog… he is terrified he’ll lose you too.

He cooks he cleans and then makes sure to rub your back and give you love so you’ll love him back

Please give this boy some affection or the boys around you will pay the price of you don’t.

Professor Sada

Mommy?

This woman is feral, not only did she basically throw you over her shoulder when she met you but you never don’t have bite marks all over your skin. It’s her way of telling everyone your hers.

I feel she’d give more freedom than Turo, only if Robo Sada was with you for safety… and to break the arms of whoever looked at you the way she did.

Also this woman is a mosterous pussy devouring fiend, don’t argue, you know I’m right.

Professor Turo

Oh daddy Turo- criminally underrated daddy let alone Yandere daddy.

I feel like Turo most definitely would have kept you locked down in his lab with him, convincing you that you help him with his research. I mean… he isn’t wrong, you motivate him to keep going.

However girl has needs and he often get consumed by his work. It wasn’t until he caught you handling problems yourself on your shared bed that he decided robo Turo should take over his research a little bit more.

It’d be a shame if you fell in love with a toy he so kindly made for you than him himself.

Larry

Ah my favourite ordinary business man… I’m so normal about him.

He is very normal about you too, except the fact that he has pocketed any handkerchief you’ve used while eating with him.

Oh and many dates that are just trying new food, oh and bird watching.

Again, call me weird but I think this man wants a family, total breeding kink.

Also I feel like he likes a rather feminine woman, not in the frilly skirt way but in the way of “I don’t N E E D a man but I like you”. You like him, right?

Rika

M m mommy?

Dominatrix… owns a whip… bondage. ANYWAY-

Not above using their position as elite four to scare off competition and keeping you in line.

Oh don’t cry, you won’t escape anyways.

She only uses PDA to send a message to other women or men, “hands off”

Jacq

Teach me about biology bb-

ANYWAY… loves to discover new Pokémon with you.

Will happily teach you about your favourite Pokémon for your attention.

Please don’t look away, he’ll have a breakdown.

Miriam

Ah cute little nurse… she has access to so many dangerous drugs.

She will scream and cry if you choose someone else, don’t do it, she’s an ugly cryer.

She loves to give you “check ups” when no one is looking.

On a side note, don’t you know that orgasms are good for your health? You didn’t? Oh silly let Miriam help you out, her fingers can work wonders.

THIS TOOK FOREVER…

But it was worth it enjoy animals. I want to get more serious with Pokemon x reader writing so I hope some people enjoy this… I’m never doing this big of a post again… this was meant to be a Christmas post- way to many bloody tags to add :,)

[rose-pearls]

part 2 to your last finnick request where the reader gets captured by the capital and then gets rescued with the other victims and they live happily ever after and finnick doesn’t die🙂

Hi! Thanks for the request for a part 2 of this fic. Hopefully you like it!

Day 50 in the Capitol.

The white walls of your cell were still the same, and the screaming surrounding you from Peeta and Johanna were still there. The three of you had been brought in after the arena collapsed and the rebels escaped, you hadn’t spoken with either of them since then.

The only memories you had of that day were of Finnick being lifted up into safety and questionings. When it wasn’t Johanna screaming it was Peeta, and when it wasn’t him, it was you. They had gone softer on you then the other two, at least you thought so based on their screams. 

“Get up.”, a peacekeeper tells you while coming in and you try to lift yourself up but the absence of water and food the last few days hit you all at once, making everything dizzy. 

“Move it.”, he tells you harshly and takes your arm to set you upright and taking you out of the room, ignoring your stumbling.

You go through hallways, until you arrive in a room with a vanity, a dresser and your old prep team who are looking frightened. 

“You have ten minutes.”, the peacekeeper orders them before leaving and closing the door.

They move in silence, for once the usual chattering doesn’t start as they work. It stays deadly silent for the next few minutes. A white dress gets taken out of the dresser and you turn to look at it. It’s perfect, made with the best materials they could find, and you try not to feel like throwing up at the sight of it.

“Let’s get you into it.”, someone tells you and after a bit of help you manage to put it on, trying to avoid looking at the mirrors in the rooms. 

The peacekeeper comes back, and you are brought into a large library, President Snow waiting for you.

“Please sit down.”, he tells you after a moment and you sit down on the couch in front of him.

“Mister Mellark is giving an interview right now, to show his support to the nation.”, Snow says slowly, and you nod at his words, feeling confused.

“Now you may be wondering why I called you here.”, this time again you nod, knowing your voice wouldn’t be able to work properly at the moment.

“I wanted to have a chat, just the two of us.”, the words are spoke carefully and you can’t help but feel a chill go through your body.

“Do you think I am an idiot?”, Snow asks, and you shake your head in disagreement at the words, knowing that this man is far smarter than everyone thinks.

“Good, then why did you think you could treat me like one?”, the question stays unanswered for a moment, the two of you looking at each other before you clear your throat.

“I’m not sure I understand what you are referring to sir.”, Snow has a cynical grin as he looks at you and you can’t help but feel uncomfortable. 

“The arena, the escape plan. Do I need to go on?”, he asks, his voice harsh as he speaks the words clearly.

“We did it to protect the people we love.”, you whisper after a moment and Snow looks at you before chuckling.

“The people you love, like Finnick Odair?” the wind gets knocked out of your lungs at the words and you look at him for a long moment. 

“Yes, I couldn’t let him die.”, you tell him, your voice more certain than it has been in a long time.

“Some would say that it is brave, to put your life on the line for a man like him.”, you can’t help but feel like the president isn’t done with his talk and after a moment he looks at you with a cynic smile.

“I’m of the opinion that it’s incredibly stupid. You put his life over yours and you were ready to die for him.”, he says, his voice resonating in the room and you feel breathless again.

“That’s love, sir.”, you tell him after a moment and Snow chuckles.

“I told this to Miss Everdeen earlier, but I think you need to hear this. It’s the thing we love the most that destroy us.”, he says, his tone menacing as he looks at you with raised eyebrows.

“Things? Do you not mean people?”, you can’t help but ask, trying to find a weakness into his harsh words.

“I do not, people are just like things. You use them while they can still be of use and once, they aren’t you just throw them away.”, the words make you feel sick, but you try to hold it back.

“That is a harsh point of view.”, you can’t help but say and Snow chuckles once again.

“It’s the reality my dear, people use you for what benefits them and once it is done, they leave you in the dust. Take for example your mentor Beetee, he used you to protect Wiress and once that was done, he left you in an abandoned arena.”, the words hit home, just like Snow wanted them to and you look at him with wide eyes.

“He couldn’t do anything; they couldn’t have taken anyone. All of us knew the risks.”, you tell him and Snow nods at your words.

“And yet, here you are being taken captive and not yet one of your so-called friends or lover came to rescue you.”, his eyes are full of satisfaction at having found the pressure point to make you feel that pain. 

“They will save us, when time comes.”, you tell him, your voice slightly wavering but Snow smiles at you like he knows something you don’t.

“You have always been an optimist my dear, and in this case, it fails you.”, he tells you and as you try to find a retort to it, Snow clears his throat making a peacekeeper come in.

“It was good to have a chat, I do think it’s time for you to go back.”, he tells you, his eyes as cold as ice. The peacekeeper comes and takes you with him back to the cell, you don’t hear any screaming and wonder what they did to Johanna while you were gone for her to be silent. 

Snow’s words come back to you, and you try to restrain the tears, but they end up rolling down your cheeks as you look at the white walls surrounding you.

--

A gas enters your room, you think for a moment that this is it, Snow is killing you. As your eyes close you try to think of Finnick again and the last time you had seen him.

The sound of a beeping machine wakes you up, as your eyes flutter open you see a grey wall staring back at you, instead of the usual white one. The machine starts beeping louder, while you start to feel scared of where you ended up.

Doctors enter the room and try to calm you down and after a moment you get your heartrate under control, watching people running left and right in what you think to be the med bay.

“Look who woke up.”, a voice says next to you, and you turn around to see Johanna, her head looks shaven, and her usual smirk is subdued. 

“Jo.”, you are able to whisper, not knowing what to tell her.

“They came back.”, she tells you and you can’t help but sigh at her words, relief filling your veins.

“Peeta?”, you can’t help but ask, wondering where the boy was that had spent the better part of the torture next to you.

“Brought him into a separate room, apparently he got some sort of treatment.”, she seems confused as well and you tell yourself you would ask again later.

Before you can ask her how she is the door to the med bay gets thrown open and you see Katniss and Haymitch coming in, Finnick following behind them. He is looking in every direction he can before his eyes fall on you.

You don’t know what to do, as you look at him, taking him in after such a long time apart. His hair was still as golden as it had always been, just shorter and his blue green eyes were still as mesmerizing. He seemed to have frozen at the sight of you before Katniss’s exclamation of Johanna’s name made him wake up from his staring.

“Finnick?”, you can’t help but ask and Finnick’s wide, fearful eyes turned hopeful, filled with love. In a couple of strides, he his near you and you jump out of the bed, ignoring your body telling you to sit back on the bed.

His arms wrap themselves around you as soon as he can, and you can’t help but melt under his touch. The perfume he usually wears in the Capitol has disappeared and leaves place for only Finnick. The smell of the ocean still lingering on his skin even after being far away from it, it all just smelled like Finnick, like home.

“You’re really here.”, you feel him mumble on your skin and you can’t help but nod, feeling tears in your eyes. Finnick lets go of you for just a moment to look at you, cupping your cheeks as to make sure it’s really you.

“It’s not a dream, is it? Where I’m going to wake up and you won’t be there.”, his voice is hoarse, and his eyes are filled with tears, but they are full of love.

“It’s me, I’m right here.”, you tell him as you put your hands over his on your cheeks, holding them and rubbing your thumb over his hand. A sob leaves his lips, and he brings your forehead against his, holding you as close as he possibly can.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you sooner.”, he whispers, his voice breaking over every word and you try to reassure him.

“It’s alright, I knew you would come eventually.”, you tell him and Finnick nods slowly, holding you tightly.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight ever again.”, he says while smiling shakily at you.

“I’m completely fine with that, don’t think I can spend another minute without you.”, a teary laugh escapes his lips while he rubs his thumbs over your cheekbones.

“I love you so much.”, he tells you and you kiss him longingly on the lips.

“I love you too, you have no idea.”, you tell him and Finnick smiles at you widely.

“I think I do.”, he whispers before bringing you into a passionate kiss, making sure that you know just how much he loves you. 

--

Going back to the Capitol is a choice Coin offers everyone, except for Peeta and Johanna but you can’t even think of going there, the memories of the torture coming back every time. Finnick tells you that it’s alright and that you can stay here but the thought of sending him away is also something you can’t imagine.

Peeta is looking at you with dull eyes, he seems tired from being here in this room that reminds you far too much from the one you had been in the Capitol.

“So, are you going?”, he asks you after a moment of quiet and you turn to look at him surprised.

“Jo told me that you were the only one of the three of us that could go.”, he says after seeing your confusion and you can’t help but smile at the fact that Johanna had been here to talk with Peeta.

“Not sure yet. The Capitol brings back dark memories and I don’t know if I would be able to confront them.”, you tell him after a moment of silence and Peeta seems to think your answer through.

“If there is one person that could do it, it is you. Sure, it will be hard but it’s also a way to close the chapter and make the story yours. Show them that they have messed with the wrong people.”, Peeta tells you, and for the first time you see him back to that younger boy that he had been, sure he had more maturity, but he seemed to go back to the Peeta you all knew.

“Show them what we’ve got.”, he whispers, and you feel for the first time a sense of pride coming back, wanting to prove to Snow that he shouldn’t have done all of this to the three of you. That he shouldn’t have done all of these horrible things to every single person.

“You’re right let’s show this son of a bitch who we are.”, Peeta smiles at your words and nods quickly.

“I’ll be watching you destroy him.”, he tells you, pride in his voice and you can’t help but feel slightly emotional at his words.

“We’ll be back. Don’t miss us too much.”, you tell him and Peeta snorts at your words.

“See you in the new world.”, you nod at his words before squeezing his hand and leaving the room to find Finnick outside of it, ready to support you.

“Let’s do this.” You tell him, determination setting in. Finnick smiles, pride in his eyes before bringing you into a loving kiss and taking your hand.

--

The mutts are horrible.

They look atrocious and are somehow able to survive several gunshots. Peeta has already managed to save you a couple of times and you have managed to put Finnick back into safety. 

“Let’s get out of here.”, you hear someone yell and you have never felt more grateful to leave a place behind.

The mutts are still trying to get to you and just as you kill one, Finnick manages to drown another one.

“Common, let’s go.”, he tells you and the two of you get onto the railing, Finnick lets you go first and as you get at the top of the railing you turn to see Finnick looking at you. But as you look a bit further you see mutts coming towards him.

“Finnick, run!”, you yell, and he looks quickly behind him before starting to go up the railing, you take a gun out of someone’s hand and as Finnick manages to get up the railing a mutt raises his paw to get him, but you shoot him dead. 

Katniss throws the pad into it to blow them to bits and you turn to a heaving Finnick, who is as white as a sheet. Peeta is whispering words to him while Finnick nods slowly.

“We need to go!”, someone says and the rest of you follow, running around but not before meeting some new obstacles where you lose a couple of people. 

You feel sick as you arrive in Tigris’s basement, everyone is covered in blood and Finnick still looks shaken.

“Hey, you are alright.”, you whisper to him, and he looks at you with wide, panicked eyes.

“I know, thank you.”, he whispers back, and you smile at him softly.

“No need to thank me. I’m glad you are alright.”, you whisper and Finnick smiles wider at your words before bringing you closer.

“We are getting closer to the end, aren’t we?”, he whispers, and you nod slowly, feeling drowsy and safe in his arms.

--

“Sam, slow down!”, you yell at your son, but the four-year-old seems to not have heard you or has decided that seeing his aunt was more important.

“Don’t worry, nothing can happen.”, Finnick says while laughing at you expression. His hand rubs your bump softly and you can’t help but sigh in relief at his touch.

“How is she?”, he asks after a moment, and you turn to look at him with a loving smile.

“Has a lot of energy, just like her father.”, Finnick smiles proudly before turning towards your son as he starts jumping up and down.

“I see the train!”, he yells and Finnick quickly runs behind him to take him into his arms, Sam giggles as his father starts tickling him and you can’t stop smiling at the sight of them.

The train arrives and you come next to the two of them just in time for the doors to open and Johanna to appear.

“Auntie Jo!”, Sam yells excitedly before running towards her, the woman that once told you that she despised children suddenly turns into mush at the sight of him.

“Well would you look at that, if it isn’t my favorite Odair!”, she tells him as she picks him up in her arms.

“Excuse you, I am right here.”, Finnick says while pouting but Johanna only rolls her eyes at his words, a smile on her face.

“It’s good to see you, Jo.”, you can’t help but say and Johanna smiles softly at you before bringing you into a side hug.

“You too.”, she tells you before hugging Finnick while having Sam in her arms.

“I suppose bread boy is here already.”, you can’t help but laugh at her words and nod, taking her bags while Sam tells her about everything he did with his uncle Peeta.

Peeta is still sitting on the beach, watching the ocean as you arrive, Sam being taken by Finnick inside while the two of you join him.

“If it isn’t my favorite bread boy.”, Johanna says teasingly as the two of you arrive and Peeta smiles widens at the sight of you two.

“It’s good to see you, Jo!”, he tells her before sitting back down, the two of you joining him. 

The war had done some damage, and the three of you had formed a bond that not one of your husbands and wives could understand. So, as you sit there the three of you, like you do every six months you can’t help but enjoy the quietness of the beach.

“Guys. I think my water just broke.”, after a few seconds of silence the two of them start to get into action helping you inside and screaming Finnick’s name while you can’t help but laugh. For once feeling safe and sound, as the most important people in your life surround you.

[terabyteturtle]

So, considering it says "gate: open" i assume requests are open? If so could I please get a Nina Williams SFW alphabet? im sure youre already swamped so if you dont want to then please just discard this, and I hope you have a good day:)

💜 Nina Williams SFW Alphabet 💜

Yes indeed, anon! Anytime the garden gate is open, that means you can put in requests. Hope you enjoy!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Nina isn’t really that affectionate, especially not in the beginning. For the majority of her life, she’s had to keep people at an arm’s length, with her loyalty being bought and sold with every job she’s taken. You’re probably one of, if not the first, person to ever manage to get this close to her, both physically and emotionally. At the start of your relationship, she’s incredibly reserved when it comes to affection. For a while, Nina won’t go beyond giving you a quick peck here and there. If you want anything more, like a hug for example, she’ll either awkwardly give it to you or just straight up deny you. It takes her a while to adjust, and even when she does, there are still a lot of steps that you have to take before you can properly establish a comfortable routine of affection. The problem with Nina is that she doesn’t think to do it unless prompted to, which might stem from operating behind others’ shadows for a living. As the relationship goes on, though, she’ll start getting better at it. Just don’t expect PDA. Ever.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

It would certainly take a lot to start a friendship with Nina, but once it starts going, she’s the cool, badass friend that doesn’t care about what anybody thinks. Once you get to know her, she’s the perfect partner-in-crime and will have your back no matter what. If you ask her about her opinion on something, she will give you an honest answer. Nina doesn’t care about how blunt or brutal she sounds—she refuses to spare anyone’s feelings. Truth hurts sometimes; that’s just how life works. Nina’s also an amazing listener and will help you through whatever issues you might be going through, giving you sage advice with that velvet voice of hers. The friendship would probably start out with you serving her coffee at Smith Coffee. Nina enjoys going there when she has some time to herself, and she finds the atmosphere there nice and calming. She’s become a regular customer there, and you already know what she’s going to get each time she comes in. Despite normally being a cold-blooded assassin, she warms up to you quite a bit and talks to you whenever she sees you.

C = Comfort (How do they comfort you? Are they good at it or are they kinda awkward? How do they like to be comforted?)

Nina is a firm believer that actions speak louder than words. If you need comfort, she’ll sit by your side, place a hand on your shoulder, and place a kiss on your temple, silently letting you know that she’s there if you need her. If you’d like to talk about it, she’ll listen carefully, following every word and responding if necessary. As someone who’s seen and been through a lot in her life, Nina is very wise and gives amazing advice. If she has some to give you, it’d be in your best interest to hear her out. Even if you think you don’t need it, it might come in handy later on. If you’d rather not speak about it, she’ll kiss your temple and remind you that she’s there if you change your mind. For someone so generally cold-hearted, she’s actually great at comforting you. She always knows the right thing to say, and her presence is surprisingly soothing. She herself doesn’t need comforting. Or that’s what she says, at least. It’s extremely difficult to tell when Nina’s upset, as she always has a stoic expression on her face. If you ever believe that she’s distressed, the best thing to do is show her you care in the best way you know how.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Before she met you, Nina hadn’t given settling down a single thought. She’d focused solely on her work, and when she had time off, she only intended on relaxing. She’d never thought she’d fall in love with anybody, let alone settle down with them. But after Nina met you, that all changed. She was reluctant to accept it in the beginning, but now that you’ve been together for a while, she realizes that she’s completely enamored of you and that she’s willing to put everything else aside to be with you. Nina’s skilled at both cooking and cleaning, as she’s had to take care of herself for a long time. When she was younger, she had to pick up a lot of household duties alongside her sister. However, she’s not going to do any of it alone. Nina will make sure you hold up your end of the load, just as she’ll hold up hers.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with you, how would they do it?)

Like with most things, she’ll be blunt about it. Nina will keep a straight face and act as though it doesn’t affect her, but you’ll notice small things that tell you otherwise, like the way she’s hiding her eyes with her sunglasses or the way she clenches her fists by her sides when your heart breaks in front of her. Having made it this far with you, Nina doesn’t see herself ever needing to put an end to things. Unless you betray her trust, she intends to stay by your side.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Until she met you, commitment was never something she thought about. Hell, her whole life pretty much centered around having no true commitment at all. But there’s a first time for everything, and for the first time in forever, Nina feels genuine loyalty for someone, and that someone is you. She would wait for a long time to get married. First, Nina has to get comfortable in the relationship before she gives marriage a single thought. It's a big step, and she won’t be ready to take it for a while. She wants to know that you're in it for the long run and that this isn't just some casual fling for you. In exchange for her loyalty, Nina wants to have yours. Even when she is ready for commitment, there's still matters of her job that have to be worked out. It's going to take a long time, but it gives you a chance to prove that you truly love her. 

G = Gentle (How tender are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Initially, Nina will be very rigid with you, both physically and emotionally. Any sort of affection will feel awkward, especially since you have to ask her for it most of the time, and her icy demeanor won't be easy to melt. Over time, though, she’ll soften up. Physically, as she grows used to affection, Nina will be gentler. Emotionally, she’ll be tender when it comes to your emotions, but will remain closed up when it comes to hers. It can be somewhat frustrating, but with enough patience, Nina will eventually realize that she can take her walls down around you.

H = Hugs n' Cuddles (Do they like hugs/cuddles? What are they like? How often do they happen?)

Nina doesn’t like them at all, at least not initially. In fact, she practically despises them at the start of your relationship. For a while, all hugs and cuddles will be tense, awkward, and somewhat forced, as you would have to ask if you ever wanted some from her. Sometimes, she’ll just outright reject you, and other times, she’ll at least try to be normal about it. As time goes on, however, Nina will finally relax, and affectionate actions will come more naturally to her. When it comes to hugs, she has a penchant for wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin on your shoulder. When it comes to cuddles, she likes having an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to her side. Nina won’t admit it, but she has a protective instinct when it comes to you, and the way she cuddles you is subtle proof of that. She’s always cool to the touch for some reason, so if you’re feeling a little too warm, just rest your cheek on her shoulder and you’ll be all set. At the start, hugs and cuddles hardly ever happen unless you explicitly ask for them, but once Nina gets comfortable, they become more frequent.

I = I Love You (How quickly do they tell you they love you?)

Nina doesn’t vocalize her feelings very often, and even when she does, she usually doesn’t convey emotion through her words. Essentially, it will take forever for her to tell you she loves you. Even if you say it first, she won’t say it back to you. She’ll either nod or reply with a snarky comment like “A horrible decision, really.” Don’t be deceived, though—despite how she acts, Nina has a heart; it’s just shielded under many layers of ice that need a whole lot of warmth to melt. With time, that cold exterior will thaw to reveal a side of her that’s capable of feeling things, regardless of whether or not she might want to. When she finally tells you she loves you, it sounds so flat and terse that it almost doesn’t sound like she means it. But she does, and the fact that she’s saying those three words alone means that she’s genuinely trying to be more open to you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

You wouldn’t be able to tell, but Nina can get pretty jealous. She’s hot and she knows it, but she worries that someone more “passionate” might come along and make you theirs instead. Nina does NOT want to risk this happening, so anybody who tries to talk to you will instantly earn a look of disapproval from her. If they’re someone you’re cool with, then she’ll tone it down a bit, but she’ll continue to stay on guard as she does not trust anyone aside from you. If the other person is openly flirting with you, then she’ll shoot them down immediately, saying you two have more important things to deal with. Nina won’t wait for any sort of bold move or sign of discomfort from you; she’ll handle the situation before it can even start. Anyone reckless enough to try harassing you at any point will regret it instantly. Her deadly assassination arts, combined with piercing insults, will have the other person apologizing to you in seconds.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Nina’s kisses, for the most part, are short and simple. Quick pecks are her go-to because she finds them convenient. They’re subtle gestures that save time and energy, and they’re perfect for when she has to go do something important (which, considering her job, is almost all the time). However, there are times where Nina likes settling down and diving a little deeper with her kisses, making them slower and more involved than a simple peck would be. This would occur later on in the relationship, typically after a long, tough day. She usually likes to kiss you on the cheek, as she finds it’s the most accessible place for her. Meanwhile, as much as she hates to admit it, Nina indulges in lip kisses. Despite her attitude and tendency to be unapproachable, deep down she wants to be loved. She might tense up a bit and act threatened at first, but that’s only because she’s not used to it. Nina truly appreciates the love you give her every day, and lip kisses are a special reminder to her that you’re on her side.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children and what are their thoughts on them?)

Nina tries not to interact with children very much. She finds them obnoxious, irritating, and difficult to deal with. If she finds herself around one, she won’t be blatantly rude, but she won’t take on a sort of caring, motherly role toward them. Nina will try her best to ignore them, and if that doesn’t work, she’ll just give them terse replies until they get bored with her. Over the years, she’s found that if you just sit there and do nothing, kids will quickly lose interest. She’s great at doing this, and she’d rather not waste her time and energy interacting with someone that she doesn’t care about. This is why Nina refuses to have kids of her own. Even if it’s something you want, she won’t go through with it. She just knows that she wouldn’t be a good mother. She doesn’t care much for her own son, whom she had without knowledge or consent, and the way she grew up doesn’t really give her much of a basis to go off of. If Nina were to have a kid, one that she actually planned for, she would have no idea what to do. Her whole life experience has left a bad impression on her when it comes to having children, so unless you can somehow convince her, she’s going to be dead set against it.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are usually pretty chill, as Nina’s more of a night owl than an early bird. She won’t say much—she’ll just drink her coffee or some tea with milk and sit there quietly. She might look out a window, or read the newspaper, or listen to whatever you might have to say. For breakfast, she’ll usually opt for something quick and easy, as she usually has to get ready for work and head out the door as soon as possible. If she has time, Nina will be happy to make you something as well. If you’re still asleep while she’s awake, she’ll silently get ready and leave you a note before she leaves. On days Nina doesn’t have work, she’ll sleep in with you, and you’ll often go out for breakfast together. Smith Coffee is her favorite place to go, as she really enjoys the food and atmosphere, but she’ll be open to try anywhere new if you have any suggestions.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Nina are just as quiet, if not more so than mornings. After everything she has to go through on a daily basis, she barely has the energy to do much other than relax. She might talk a little bit if you ask her about her day, but everything she says will be short and to the point. On most nights, you won’t get any long-winded sentences out of her. Nina enjoys pouring herself a cup of scotch, putting on some TV (preferably Tom and Jerry), and hanging out on the couch until one of you falls asleep. The night typically ends with one of you falling asleep and the other having to wake you up when it’s time for bed, but there have been times where both of you will fall asleep and just spend the whole night in the living room.

O = Open (At what point would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or take their time with it?)

Between her reserved personality and the hidden trust issues that have developed over the years, Nina will take forever to open up to you. It might seem like an impossible task, especially during the early stages of the relationship, but with enough patience and time, you can get her to open up. The fact that she’s even in a relationship with you is evidence enough that she values you more than the average person, so that alone shows that earning her trust is achievable. During the first few months, you’ll learn more about her basic likes and dislikes. Nina might mention her sister in passing, but she won’t really get into detail about her until way later. As months turn into years, she’ll gradually reveal more and more about herself. You’ll learn about her various jobs, her rivalry with Anna, and her atypical childhood. If it’s late, and if she’s had a little too much scotch, Nina might become more vocal about more sensitive parts of her life. She hides a lot of regret beneath that cold-blooded exterior, and with time, you’ll become the first person she’s ever spoken to about any of it.

P = Patience (How patient are they?)

Nina is usually very impatient with people. She can’t stand it when people aren’t direct with their answers, and incompetency of any sort just gets on her nerves. It annoys her even more if it interferes with her work. If her patience wears thin, she’ll let it show through her voice, giving terse remarks and replies that are even more cutthroat than usual. When it comes to you, she’s not much better, but she tries her best. If you make a mistake that Nina finds idiotic, she won’t hesitate to let you know. At the start of the relationship, she’ll borderline antagonize you for doing something stupid, but as it continues on, she’ll start to learn that being brutally honest isn’t always the best way to go.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you? Do they remember every detail or kinda forget everything?)

Nina has to remember a lot, considering her job, but initially, she’ll become so consumed by work that she won’t remember much about you. Later on, however, Nina will start devoting more time to you and learning more about your likes, dislikes, interests, hobbies, and other things. She’ll find that she enjoys hearing you speak about distant happy memories or something you’re enthused about. At random points throughout the day, Nina will find herself looking back on various things you’ve said with a smile on her face. In short, nothing will come easy to her initially, but that’s only because of her devotion to work. Once the relationship progresses, she’ll have every little detail memorized and repeated in her head daily.

R = Remember (What is one of the most important moments of your relationship?)

The most important moment of your relationship was probably when you opened up to her about something really personal. It was a sad and sorrowful moment for you, and you greatly needed someone to share it with. Seeing as you cared for Nina so much, and that she was a great listener, you figured you could talk to her about it. You waited for her to come home and settle down before getting into it. Once you started speaking, you couldn’t stop. Unfortunately, you couldn’t stop the tears from falling either. As you continued to talk, your voice choked up and your eyes stung as they began to well up with emotional tears. Nina watched you as you cried, every heavy sob and light sniffle weighing down on her heart. This moment made her realize that she cared about you far more than she previously had thought. It unlocked something inside of her that just wanted to hold you and make all of the pain disappear. Silently, she wrapped her arms around you and ran her delicate fingers through your hair, showing you a new, caring side of her that only you were allowed to see.

S = Security (How protective are they and how would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Once you’ve completely gained her trust, she becomes extremely protective over you. Nina doesn’t trust anyone aside from you, which makes everyone else a thorn in her side. She’ll want to meet everyone you’re close to and evaluate for herself whether or not they’re safe to be around. There are times where she might be a little quick to judge, or just overboard with her judgment in general, so you’ll probably have to act as a voice of reason when it comes to someone she might not like. To protect you, Nina will use everything she has in her arsenal. Insults, assassination arts, guns—hell, she won’t hesitate to bring out an army of Jack-8s if she has to. You know that saying every rose has its thorns? Well, you’re the rose and she’s the thorns. When it comes to protecting her, she’d like to be protected the same way. Nina will never admit it, but defending her from anyone hostile and untrustworthy will earn you boundless admiration and respect, which is saying a lot when it comes to someone like her.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, etc?)

Honestly, Nina doesn’t even have to try when it comes to this stuff. Once she gets into the swing of things, knowing what to get and where to go for special occasions comes so naturally to her. Dates are always fabulous, anniversaries are always amazing, and gifts are always generous. She gets enjoyment from seeing your eyes light up whenever she brings something home for you, and you can tell by the little smirk that appears on her face that she takes pride in doing stuff for you. For dates, she’ll stick to the places that mean the most to you, as she knows that you’re always happy there. When your anniversary comes around, expect to be taken on a vacation—Nina needs it just as much as you do. If she has to be away for work, she’ll always bring you a cool souvenir that she knows you’ll like. Rest assured, Nina will take you to your favorite places, bring you to your dream destinations, and buy you whatever your heart desires, all without breaking a sweat.

U = Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs?)

Nina has a bad habit of closing herself off, which isn’t surprising considering that’s what she’d been used to doing for pretty much her whole life. She can also come off quite bitter and prickly at times, which can become frustrating to deal with or can hurt your feelings if she’s not careful. Whoever said words can act as weapons is certainly right—Nina’s sharp tongue often leaves deep wounds.

V = Values (What do they value in a partner?)

Nina values someone she can be honest with, as not many can handle what she has to say. Oftentimes, it’s not what she’s saying, it’s how she’s saying it, so she needs someone that can handle her terse, dry manner without taking too much offense. Additionally, Nina values loyalty. As someone who hasn’t seen a lot of it over the years, such a quality is rare to find in her eyes. Someone who will remain by her side, through thick and thin, is something she deeply craves and will hold onto like a priceless artifact.

W = Wedding (How are they on the big day? How do they help plan it out? Are they emotional or stoic?)

Nina’s shocked, to say the least. She never thought this day would ever come. Hell, she didn’t think marriage in general would ever be in her future, yet here she is, dolling herself up for the big ceremony. She’ll help you with anything you might need, but she doesn’t want to interfere too much with aesthetics. Nina wants you to pick out whatever you want for the wedding day. She doesn’t care what theme it is, where it’s located, or what’s being served as long as it’s something you want. Throughout the ceremony, Nina’s composed as usual, but the smile on her face tells you everything you need to know about her feelings for you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

If she thinks she’s alone, Nina will hum to herself. Her voice is beautiful and melodic, so it serves as a shock to you whenever she refuses to hum a tune for you. Whenever you bring it up, she denies ever having done such a thing.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they can't stand, both in a partner and in general?)

There are a lot of things that annoy Nina, but one of the biggest things is sheer idiocy. She can’t comprehend how anybody could be so stupid, and it annoys her even more if they have a big ego and think they’re super intelligent.

Z = Zzz (What are some sleep habits of theirs?)

Nina’s a very light sleeper who will wake up at the drop of a hat, so to help keep herself relaxed, she always has a drink of tea before bed. For the most part, she doesn’t cause any disturbances. She’s pretty quiet and doesn’t move very much. While asleep, she’ll remain on her back with her hands placed on her stomach. Initially, she’ll refuse to sleep in the same room as you, but as the relationship progresses, Nina will become more comfortable with sharing a bed. For some reason, Nina’s always cool to the touch, so if you ever find yourself getting hot during the night, just lay your cheek on her shoulder and you’ll be good to go.

[flowerstardrops]

HAIKYUU BOYS HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU

GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

CHARACTERS: tsukishima kei & kozume kenma

( part i. akaashi keiji & kita shinsuke )

( part iii. suna rintarō & kuroo tetsurō )

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TSUKISHIMA KEI

He’s the type to actively deny his feelings the moment when he feels his heart pump rapidly at the sight of you. Inside his mind is a whirlwind of possibilities as to why he gets nervous around you all of a sudden, but he doesn’t want to consider having a crush on you. It’s not you who’s the problem, but rather, it’s the general troublesome concept of liking someone.

He holds his image to a certain degree of regard, and it would be irritating to deal with people making fun of him for liking someone. Besides, he has no idea if you like him back as well. There’s no reason for him to risk losing you and losing his reputation, which is why he doesn’t consciously act upon his feelings. He’s just trying to play it safe. He isn’t a risk-taker type, I’m sure.

Subconsciously, he wants to be around you though. But that thought makes him do the opposite. If you’re in the classroom, he’s probably elsewhere. If you sit beside each other, he’s probably always trying to avoid looking at you. If there’s pair work and everyone gets to choose their partners, he'll immediately go to Yamaguchi.

But if there is an inevitable circumstance that he has to talk with you, he’d try to play it cool by speaking seriously or insert sarcastic remarks. Sometimes, he can’t help but tease you though, and this causes a sudden anxiety to rise inside him. Shit, what if he offended you? It’s difficult for him to hide his feelings while also not turning to his subconscious mechanism of making fun of others. I personally think that it’s his form of affirming that “hey, we’re not friends, but I don’t really hate you”.

Overall, he’s not good at dealing with his feelings. He sometimes thinks about it so much to the point where he’ll withdraw himself further from you. But I know, eventually, he’ll come to the realization that he’s being counterproductive. He just needs something to snap him into place.

KOZUME KENMA

He’s not the type to deny his feelings, but he won’t act on it either. But sometimes, when you’re around, he just can’t help but shy away. Although, that’s fine because he’s typically like that with people he’s not close to, so it wouldn’t be that obvious that he likes you.

When you’re around, he’s silent. I mean, he doesn’t exactly know what to do with these feelings that he has. Should he take the initiative in order to start something between the two of you? But that’s tiring. Should he not do something, then? But it’ll make him irritated. So, at the end of the day, he’ll dismiss the feelings as something troublesome and irrelevant that he’ll force himself to stop thinking about it.

Honestly, if he really liked you, he’d probably be up to doing what you really like to do (as long as it isn’t something that’ll cause him to feel very anxious or tired, like skydiving or running a marathon). He’d probably set his console down and read a book with you if you want to, even if he doesn’t like it. He’d probably try to sneak his console between the book to make it look like he’s reading though. But hey, it’s the thought that counts.

If there’s an inevitable circumstance that you have to speak with each other. He’d most likely want you to take the lead in the conversation. Whatever it is that you’re talking about, he’s happy to listen to it, but he’s also relieved that he’s not the one doing most of the talking. Eventually, as you guys talk more frequently, he’d be comfortable with sharing some insights and stories as well.

When Kuroo finds out about his friend's feelings for you, he’d neither deny or confirm it. Kenma would probably send his friend an annoyed expression though, and that’s enough confirmation.

Overall, he’s not good with acting on his feelings but he’s not exactly bad at it either. He’s just probably scared of embarrassment in case you don’t like him. He cares about what other people think of him to an extent, and he doesn’t like being scrutinized for any reason.

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[babyyweebbitch]

Situations

these are also gonna be long so get some snacks 💃🏾🕺🏽💃🏾🕺🏽

trigger warning : kidnapping , injury , fem!reader , arguing , crying , OOC wesker and Heisenberg

Leon K.

leon has been a single father since you could remember, he’s been able to somehow juggle being your father and his job at the same time. usually whenever he’s working he leaves you his card so you can order food if you don’t feel like cooking or basically do anything that doesn’t cost him over $10k, so you’re pretty good on your own but he still worries about you and calls alot. probably almost every hour to so just to make sure you’re still alive.

leon was on his way home from a mission and this day you haven’t answered his calls, the first few times he called he assumed you fell asleep. wasn’t near your phone or something that didn’t cause him to panic. so he called you again to ask you if you wanted anything from the store but when you didn’t answer for the 5th time he started to panic even more. so he completely ditched the store and speeded home to get you. when he started to get closer and closer to the penthouse you both lived at he panicked a lot more seeing the window broken in your room. after parking and practically running upstairs he didn’t take the elevator he just ran.

he saw the door was wide open and as he entered the place was trashed and looked shot up. he noticed your phone was sitting on the kitchen counter with a note next to it

the note read: Mr Kennedy, we have your daughter and we want money. call (number) to negotiate. and maybe we’ll let you talk to her. who knows we look forward to hearing from you — i know she would love to talk to you

leon’s blood was fucking boiling right now, he thought the bad guys weren’t gonna go so low as to bring his child into this, his only reason for living and coming back home every mission. he didn’t hesitate to call the number and waited for someone to pick up…. which they did

“you motherfuckers! where is my daughter!?”

“oh Mr Kennedy, didn’t expect you to call so soon. we just got to the building”

“that wasn’t my fucking question asshole! where is she!?”

“she’s right here, but first the money…. let’s talk about that first. agree on $100k and maybe we’ll think about giving her back” in the back was you screaming and crying which made leon think the worse

“i’ll give you all the money in my safe which is her college fund — about $300k…. please let me speak to her”

“ah! $300k for college? must be a good school….. deal — meet us at that abandoned warehouse by outside the city, you can’t miss it … take all the time you need”

“wait! let me talk—“ and they hung up… the last sound he heard was you yelling ‘Daddy help me!!’ he placed his phone down before punching the counter and silently thinking to himself what he was going to do…. he wanted to bust in there and shoot them all but they could kill you the moment he shot someone — or he could give your collage fund away and just start from scratch again

after a long time of thinking he finally left and made his way to the warehouse with a full duffel bag. he walked up to the doors and kicked them open with the bag and gun in hand

“see this is how we’re gonna do this now” he said, scanning the room for you and seeing you tied up in the middle of two men, almost everyone had their guns drawn to him after he made a surprise entrance “we’re gonna do this nice and smoothly, you give her to me and i give you the money at the same time, got it?”

everyone stood there for a few seconds and looked at each other like they were debating it before the leader finally agreed

“okay, seems fair….” he said before grabbing you and walking closer to leon

“untie her first…. the bag isn’t tied so she shouldn’t be either”

the leader stood there for a second before he finally untied you and then pushed you to leon, after you were close to leon he threw the bag at the man’s feet

“dad…!” you said, your voice almost gone from screaming and crying almost all day, he picked you and and slowly backed out of the warehouse as everyone gathered around to look at the bag

“shhh…. don’t worry it’s okay i gotcha” he said as he carried you to the car and grabbed a remote form the dashboard after you were all buckled in and secured

“wait a second…. this isn’t all money, its—“

BOOM! an explosion happened as leon pressed the button on the remote — after he went to see if he killed all of them he closed the doors slowly, got into the car with you and started to drive away

“what did you do?!” you asked as he drove away, you looked out the window to see the warehouse was starting to catch on fire and more explosions started happening from the chemicals and whatever the fuck they had in there

“gave them a nice surprise — are you okay?” he asked you with a straight face almost like he didn’t just kill 15 people

“well, aside from being kidnapped, being beaten up and stuff — i’m alive” you said in a joking tone thinking it was funny but he didn’t laugh

“they beat you up?” he asked in a worried tone, he’s still so shocked how you could joke about something like this but you’ve always been this way, even after the last time you almost died being dragged into one of his missions on accident

“yeah, but i’m good! i am your daughter after all! also did you really give them my college fund?” you asked all seriously

“i had to put some on the top of the bombs to make it look like i gave them money — sorry hun…”

“you should have given them all of it! i don’t wanna go to college!”

now he was shocked — flabbergasted may i say “you don’t wanna go to college anymore?”

“hell no! i changed my mind. i could just join the BSAA or something” you said the BSAA comment as a joke

“the BSAA? how about we just think about it first…”

“i’m gonna do it! i’m gonna do it!” you started laughing — so did he. you were always able to turn a dark situation into a bright funny one… he loved that about you

(damn this was long 🗿)

Chris R.

so chris is also a single father, your mother left a few months after you were born and this was hard on chris, not just because she left, because he was very busy and depressed at the time so dealing with his job, depression and fatherhood was horrible on him but he somehow managed to do it for 16 years.

one day you were home alone while chris was out getting groceries for the house and getting you something. you asked him so many times if he wanted you to come but he said no because he had a surprise for you and he didn’t want you to see it while he was getting it. so you were just home alone in your apartment waiting for him to come back.

you decided you wanted a snack from the cabinet and chris has always told you not to climb onto the counter to get something from the top shelf, he worried that you would fall and break something or even die from hitting your head on something, but you obviously don’t listen and do it anyway. you never believed him because you’ve never fallen when doing this

well today was the day he was going to be proven right — while you were getting your snack your cat had jumped on something which caused it to fall and break on the wood floor which then caused you to slip and fall and land right on your hand a weird way causing one of your fingers to break, you being a Redfield and immune to pain somehow you snapped it back into place and went to go clean up what your cat broke then you tended to you finger in the bathroom

you heard the front door open while you were doing your finger, you panicked and slammed the bathroom door with your injured hand and then

“OW FUCK! holy shit — what the hell, why did that hurt!?” came from the bathroom

chris placed all the bags down on the counter and went to the bathroom door, gently knocking on it to see what you were yelling about

“Y/N…? you okay in there? did something happen? can i come in?” he asked which made you stress tf out wondering if he was gonna come into the bathroom

“no! i’m okay! i’m good — never been better! i’ll come out in a second!” you said as you put a splint on your finger, you guys have a lot of splints because chris likes to break his fingers, dont know how but he does or that one time you broke your finger at work SOMEHOW 🗿 chris being suspicious but respectful believed what you said and went to out everything away

you sighed out of relief and fixed the splint so it wouldn’t move a lot while you’re doing something. after a few minutes of coming up with a lie on how you actually broke your finger you went out to the living room and sat down like nothing happened which chris didn’t buy

“sweetie can you come here….?” he said from the kitchen knowing something was up. you got up and went to him with a smile on your face and your hands behind your back

“yeah — what’s up?” you knew that he knew that you did something he said not to do — he’s just trying to figure it out

“why were you cursing in the bathroom? and you said ‘why did that hurt’ or something like that? what hurts?” he questioned, arms crossed, leaning hip on the counter and looking you dead in the eyes like he was staring into your soul or some

“so — what had happened was i….. was….. i was trying to uhhhh…..” you had a lie in your head all ready and everything — and you forgot it “so basically”

“the truth, Y/N”

“okay, so i broke my finger —“ you said holding up your hand with the splint on it. out of all the things he was expecting you to say…… this wasn’t it

“you what?! how the hell did you do that?!” he grabbed your hand to look at your finger. man’s was in papa bear mode now

“…uhh so i was a little hungry right? and i saw some chips on the top shelf so i climbed onto the counter but then—“ you snatched up your cat who just climbed onto the counter to see what was happening and held her out to your father “Willow over here broke something, that scared me and i fell off and broke my finger. so technically! it’s her fault” you said holding the cat out, the cat having not a single thought behind her eyes. cats head is empty right now….

chris laughed as he pet the cats head “so you did something even though i said not to?” you nodded and held Willow close to you, she purred and plopped her head onto your forearm.

“am i in trouble…?”

“no, but this teaches you not to climb on counters right? because what if you fell and hit your head? i wasnt here to help you” he said with concern on his face

“i know…. i’m staying far away from counters now” you joked before waddling over to the couch and placed willow down, chris laughed and he grabbed a small teddy bear from a bag he hid from your view

“looks like you don’t want this then, you have willow” he held the bear, it was the teddy bear you’ve been wanting for so long but you just never got it. you saw the bear and ran to snatch it from him almost ripping his arm off too…

“you got it?! thank you!” you said as you hugged him, you basically forgot you broke your finger

“you’re welcome — maybe it’ll help your broken finger”

“pshh! give it a few days and i’ll be fine!”

it’s scary how much like him you are but you are a Redfield after all…

Jake M.

jake is your older brother and he’s been watching over you since your mother died. you both lived in a medium sized house that was left by your mother and it was the house you both grew up in. jake was in the garage working on his bike since it needed some cleaning and mechanic work on it , he didn’t want you in there just because he wanted to save you from getting dirty or hurt or it somehow blowing up (that’s a joke lmao)

you were outside playing with your dog you rescued while he was on his mission with Sherry and he let you keep it since he knew the connection you both had but the dog hated him for some reason so they don’t have the best relationship. you were walking to get the stick the dog had dropped before getting water inside but you stepped into a hole in the ground which caused your ankle to crack abnormally loud, you started crying and holding your leg after you managed to get your ankle out, your dog ran out after he heard you crying and started whimpering along with you

“jake…. get jake for me…..” you told him and he ran to find your brother which didn’t take too long since Jake was getting mad at his bike for some reason. the dog started barking and running around by the door which confused jake

“what?” he asked, the dog went to go nudge jake in the direction of the door thinking the dog actually started to like him all of a dog so he got up and let the dog walk in front of him as he followed behind. the dog led him to you who was silently crying on the grass holding you leg. jake thought the worse and ran to see what happened

“hey! whoa, the fuck happened?!” he asked with obvious panic in his voice

“my ankle….” was all you were able to get out through your cries.

“did you break it, sprain it or do you not know?”

“i don’t know, it cracked really loud and it hurts so bad!”

he thought of what to do and realised he doesn’t have a car to drive you to a hospital so he picked you up and walked into the house, he placed you on your bed in your room and took a look at your ankle. he’s always been really good at telling the difference between a sprain and a broken bone somehow so he was able to figure it out

“you sprained your ankle… imma go to the store and get you some stuff for it” he said as he stood up, your dog was standing by the door worried as hell and whimpering, the moment jake stood up your dog jumped on the bed next to you and cuddled you to make you feel better.

jake thinking that the dog finally liked him now he went to pet him and that only caused the dog to growl at him

“oh so it’s still ‘fuck you’ i see….” he said all offended and you laughed at his reaction

“i don’t think he likes you, Jake”

“ya think?” he responded hella fast, which only made you laugh more. it made Jake happy to see you laugh so he let it slide even though he’s gonna have a conversation with the dog when he comes back

Albert W.

albert had adopted you when you were just a toddler, he found you in the middle of a burnt down house, your parents and siblings were all dead and you were the only survivor so he decided to make you his child, ever since adopting you he became softer, only around you though — god help anyone who sees his soft side….

albert has asked you a few times if you wanted to become like him power wise, and you’ve always said no because you don’t want power or strength since you don’t really plan on using it really… but this time he asked you got mad and kinda snapped at him…

“Y/N, are you sure you don’t want to have the abilities i have? you’ll be able to be stronger and faster than any person ever! it’ll be a b—“

“dad please, stop asking me that same thing over and over again! i’ve said no every single time, i don’t want your powers so leave it alone!” you said in an angry tone, you didn’t even mean for it to come out like it did, you just were so fed up with him asking the same time every other week since you turned 17. after a few seconds of silence he finally spoke

“Y/N Wesker…. you are my daughter — i want what is best for you and this is the best thing for you, dear. i want you to be happy”

“you’re not even my real dad! you don’t know what’s best for me, if you did you wouldn’t keep trying to convince me to become like you! if you want me to be happy stop asking that stupid freaking question! god!” and with that you stomped out the room to go to yours and he kinda just stood there you just said that to him…. ‘you’re not even my real dad’ hurt him a lot and he never thought he’d be able to be hurt like that ever, he thought of you as his blood and he thought you thought the same of him

once you got to your room to calm down you sighed and looked out the window

“i can’t believe you just said that…. you idiot” you said to yourself in the reflection of the window you felt really bad that you said that to him the way that you said that and the reason you said that. yeah the question was annoying but you hurting his feelings wasn’t right

after you were done crying because of what you just said to your father you went to go look for him in the mansion, tears were still in your eyes because you thought he hated you now and didn’t wanna see you anymore, you saw light in his office and you decided to knock on the door before entering

“come in….” he said calmly before you opened the door slowly and sniffled a bit while looking down. he turned to look at you

“i…im sorry for what i said — i didn’t mean it, i think you are my real dad it’s just came out of nowhere and—“ you were cut off by him hugging you tightly which only made you cry more

“no my dear — i am sorry…. i’m the one who has pushed you over the edge to say something so hurtful…. this should be a lesson for the both of us, think before we speak and don’t push each other”

you both silently agreed as you hugged for a few more seconds then let go of each other. after you stopped crying you both continued on with the night just being around each other and doing stuff.

never tell anyone he was actually nice, he’d put you up for adoption

Karl H.

karl had adopted you when you were a few months old so you’ve always thought he was your father and that your mother just left…. because that’s what he’s told you all your life… he didn’t want you knowing you were adopted because deep down he felt you were his biological daughter and you finding out 20 years later that your adopted would be hard as hell on you so he just lied

one day you were home alone while karl was at a family meeting with the lords and you saw his notebook was open in his room. you knew you shouldn’t look at it but you did anyway. you read the most recent pages where Karl was talking about you and how you were adopted, where he found you and asking himself if he should tell you. you were obviously shocked finding out that you weren’t actually biologically his and that your family left you in the middle of the village to freeze to death

after reading the last few pages you heard him open the front door, sounding happy as ever

“sweets! i’m home!” he called out for you, placing his hammer down. you got up and walked out the room, notebook in hand. you stood feet away from him with tears in your eyes

“sweets…? what’s wrong….?” he said his tone a bit sadder after he saw the notebook in your hand. you threw the notebook at his feet and started crying even more after that question

“you know exactly what’s wrong! i’m adopted?!” you asked, he tried to move closer to you hands out trying to calm you down, but you moved away from him

“no! get away from me and leave me alone for a bit…. i need to talk to Aunt Alcina because what the fuck, 20 years?! 20 fucking years you kept this from me?!” you cried as you left the house, he didn’t even try to stop you because he thought you hated his guts now. he knew you were going to find out one day weather it be Alcinas or dukes big mouths telling you or like this, he kinda just stood there staring at the book you had thrown at him and sighed

you were crying the entire way to the castle and eventually ran into Alcina who was concerned as to why you were crying, she cared about you a lot, more than she did Karl. you went to her whenever you had a problem of any kind and this was a big problem

“Y/N honey? why are you crying? did something happen?” she asked as she guided you to her room and sat you down on her massive mattress right next to her, Daniela and Cassandra were in the room as well because they sensed you were crying

“i’m adopted….. I read his notebook where he was talking about it and it said he adopted me” you told her, crying even more and going to hug Daniela as you did. Alcina rubbed your back as you cried and she sighed

“i know…. we all knew — he didn’t want to tell you because he knew how much it would hurt you. i was going to tell you for years but i couldn’t find it in my heart to hurt you so i kept my mouth shut” she started… “but you have to know that he didn’t tell you for this long because he didn’t want you to hate him — as much as i hate my little brother i have to give him credit for this. you are his daughter and he and your father… blood or not my dear, that man won’t shut up about you…. you are the best thing that’s ever happened to him i’ve never seen him happier”

you started to slowly calm down as she spoke, she’s right — your parents left you to die when you were a few months old, and he was the only one who actually took care of you — he didn’t have to but he wanted too and now you felt bad for yelling at him. after you were calm you got up and went back to your home where you last saw Karl, once you opened the door you saw him sitting on the couch holding the notebook

“dad! i’m sorry!” you said, standing there scared he didn’t wanna see you after you walked out on him, he turned back to see you and his expression changed from whatever the hell it was before to sadness, he stood up and walked over to you gently grabbing your hand and looking you in the eye, you couldn’t look at him you felt so bad

“no i’m sorry — i never should have lied to you your entire life i…. i just…. i just didnt want to lose the only person i actually genuinely care about — you are my world and i would give up everything and then some just for you….” he said, he meant every word he said , like Alcina said you’re his daughter and he is your father, blood doesn’t mean shit it’s who you consider as family in your life “do you still hate me…?” he asked almost in a mumble

“hate you? no! i could never hate you! i would never hate you even if you broke my legs — you’re my best friend for life and nothing is gonna change that” you hugged him and cried after that, part of you felt so bad for yelling at him like that earlier

after you both had a long talk about everything you had dinner and put everything that happened that day behind you and stayed happy with your dad — he’s glad you don’t hate him, he has no idea how he could live without you

look at me go! two writings in a week 💃🏾🕺🏽💃🏾🕺🏽 i rushed Heisenbergs because i’m very tired 🗿

[adhdbisexualramblings]

✨How are they different when they regress?

and

❤️Who knows about their regression?

for Chase or House (or both)

(yeah it's me again i just really loved your other answer 😅)

Double-whammy! It’s both!

(Plus MORE general headcanons! I’ve only known regressor!House for a few hours but I love him)

House (caregiver: Wilson):

✨ Greg is…quiet. Practically nonverbal. If he wants Wilson’s attention, he’ll often just walk to wherever he is and stare at him until he notices (and likely freaks out because Greg can be very silent). That or he’ll gesture to what he wants. When he’s older (around 10), he’ll speak up more, but mainly for casual conversation. He’s detached from his usual grumpiness and quick wit. (In fact, him playing with his monster truck is when the house is loudest.)

(Impure regression mentioned!!) He’s, for lack of a more encompassing word, a crybaby. He didn’t used to be by any means, especially since he was usually hit with the very negative, terrified parts of regression and was scared of being bad. But Wilson convinced him he wouldn’t get mad or reprimand for something like basic human emotions. Since then, Greg has cried a lot. He has a lot of trouble understanding why his leg always hurts, which has caused a few tantrums. They’re still quiet sobs, but he allows Wilson to help him through it now.

He’s also interested in space, and is content watching a TV documentary about the universe silently with wide curious eyes for hours until it’s time to eat or bedtime.

Praise isn’t needed, but some every once in a while wouldn’t be so bad. He’s not allowed to use the stove or cook much when little, but will still help Wilson any way he can by passing ingredients to him or setting the table to be helpful. It’s like what he did with his mother - it’s nice. (Wilson makes very simple dishes, because he can not cook, but Greg still eats what he makes happily.) Wilson once, very tenderly, called him “sweet boy” and Greg was elated. He’s never been called that. He fell asleep on Jimmy’s lap that night.

He’ll only call Wilson “Jimmy” when little (in fact, it’s the only thing he calls him). Any other time, he mocks the use of the nickname (Wilson naturally retaliates that it can’t be that bad if House calls him that all the time). Alternatively, Wilson will only call him “honey” when he’s regressed.

Chase (caregiver: House):

✨ He requires praise for anything, or he’ll get it into his head that he’s as loved as a wet rag. In fact, he’ll sit down and intently watch House cook, prepared for if his “dada” needs any ingredients. He took out the entire spice rack once in preparation, which exasperated House (but he still thanked him).

He’s very bouncy and energetic. He’ll bounce across the walls no matter what House does, but bribery for candy or even, like, a dollar can keep him still for an hour, tops. (“I’ll give you the dollar after you watch that cartoon dog show for thirty minutes.” “But that’s not fair!” “Capitalism isn’t fair, kid.”)

Cameron is his babysitter. She is a little awkward with him, but she does good nonetheless.

He will hold House’s hand at any given opportunity. He’ll also hug him for five minutes minimum until he’s satisfied.

His thumb is always wrinkly and his sleeves are always wet because he chews on them daily for no particular reason. His arms also have bite marks, which House has tried to redirect with pacifier clips and chewelry.

He’s not too different from his grown-up self. He’s filled with a lot more childlike wonder, but that’s as far as it gets.

❤️ Wilson knows House regresses, obviously. Cuddy also has her well-founded suspicions from multiple situations.

❤️ House and Cameron know (Wilson might, but no one’s asked him). Thirteen also knows, but no one knows that she knows, you know? She doesn’t really do much either way, but has treated Chase a little more gently when he seems younger.

(I am so sorry It’s so looong! I had a lot of thoughts! I hope you understand all of this because I wrote it out in chunks, sort of 😅) (also I know more about our titular character than Chase so he’s the focus, sorry)

[asquinate]

I was prevented from getting my eight hours last night so here, take this Wheelclair drabble 12am me did. And I sincerely apologize if you're as traumatized as i was after reading it.

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“What do you want, Mike?” Lucas asks. He taps his food impatiently on the floor, and he looks a second away from darting back outside. Back to the woods, where he’s been spending more time than at the safehouse as of recently. 

This, of course, only pisses Mike off more. Though he tries his best not to show it, He’s not here to pick a fight. He’s here to show concern for his friend.

"Dude,” he says. “Calm down; I just wanted to talk. Are you okay?”

Lucas frowns. “What?” he says incredulously. “I’m fine; why are you asking?”

Mike’s about to answer because you haven't gotten a good night’s sleep in weeks, because you’re always in the forest, searching, and because I haven't seen you in weeks aside from meetings where you barely talk. But before he can, Lucas speaks again, his tone accusatory.

“Is that why you asked me to meet you? Seriously?!” Lucas starts to yell, his words harsh. “You know I have things I’m doing, like trying to find Vecna with everyone else- I don’t have time for this.” He turns away, seemingly heading towards the door, and Mike acts on instinct when he yells, “Lucas, stop!”

His friend freezes, and the room is silent. There is tension, and Mike has no idea when it became so thick. He has no clue how to get through it. He tries anyway.

“I haven’t seen you in ages, man,” Mike tries. “You’re killing yourself out there with no regard for your health, and I’m sick of it!”

Anger bleeds through, and Mike can tell the exact moment when he loses whatever footing he had in this conversation.

Lucas scowls. “Well, I’m sorry that it's so uncomfortable for you, Mike. I’m only trying to help save Hawkins, but I’ll try to be more accommodating for you,” he snarls. His eyes are so cold and so angry that Mike has to stop himself from flinching. This isn’t about him; it's about Lucas, and he refuses to let Lucas do this to himself any longer. 

“Stop deflecting!” he yells, taking a step forward towards Lucas. ”I know what you’re doing, and you’re helping no one!”

Lucas rolls his eyes. “Fuck off, Mike.”

“You can’t save Max if you’re getting yourself killed!”

A silence permeates again, and Mike quietly wonders if he’s fucked this up again. Lucas seethes and steps forward, dangerously, threateningly until their nose-to-nose and Mike can practically feel the anger coming from his friends.

“What the fuck do you know?” he says.

Mike refuses to let himself be intimidated. “I know that I care about you, and I’m not going to sit around and let you tear yourself apart just so you can find a way to dull the pain you asshole!” Mike yells. He glares back at Lucas, who towers over him. Who looks down at him with so much ire.

Goddammit, why can’t he just see that he’s trying to help him?

Lucas’ eyes bore into him. Layers of emotion and resentment in them as he glares at Mike. Neither dare say a word.

Then Lucas’ eyes dart downward for a second that Mike can’t even comprehend before suddenly a new sensation assaults his senses because, all at once, Lucas is kissing him.

He doesn’t get to comprehend how he feels because all he can focus on is the press of his friend’s body against his, the rough hold Lucas has on his face, and the brutal attack against his lips. Not to mention how terrifyingly good it feels despite those things.

It’s hungry and aggressive how Lucas captures his mouth. He takes, and Mike gives. Because of the wish to help or the pleasure coursing through him, is unclear to Mike as he slowly loses himself to the kiss.

Lucas’ other arm journeys down to his waist and pulls him closer. A firm hold that Mike isn’t sure he could pull away from if tried. Not that he’s sure he would even want to do that either.

They stay like that for how long, Mike doesn’t know. With Mike allowing Lucas to explore his mouth greedily as Lucas seems to vent his frustration in the only way available. 

Eventually, Lucas seems to calm down and pull back. Mike is suddenly hit with the realization that oxygen is something he needs as he gasps for air alongside Lucas, who seems to realize the same thing.

Lucas releases his hold on Mike’s waist and drops his hand from his cheek. Now he only stares at Mike with curiosity. 

Then he takes a breath and walks out of the room. Leaving Mike to try to figure out what just happened.

‘God,’ Mike thinks as he feels his bruised lips with his hand. ‘Oh my god.’

[betterillusionist]

Why are you a Necromancer?

Duncan throws a crumbled piece of paper into the pit that was once the school of Death, spits after it, then plops down on the bench next to Malorn with a heavy huff.

“Ambrose…” he growls.

Malorn closes his textbook and gives his friend a look of confusion. “What was that all about?”

“The Headmaster is trying to get me to change schools,” Duncan replies, folding his arms defiantly. “Have you gotten any letters like that?”

Malorn shakes his head. “No, not yet.”

It’s just the two of them again, all alone next to the pit. Other Necromancers have either changed schools of magic or simply quit their studies altogether by now. Malistaire’s disappearance was already a heavy hit to their morale, but with the Death classroom all but gone from existence, what’s the point in showing up for class anymore?

“Well, I’m not quitting, and I don’t want you to quit, either,” Duncan says. “If you give up then I might as well move to Marleybone.”

Malorn rolls his eyes and grins. “I don’t think you’d last a day there, Dunc.”

“You know what I mean.”

A cold breeze rushes up from the pit, washing over the two students without a care, as if it were trying to mock them. Duncan slouches forward in some sort of effort to keep himself from shivering, his hood hiding his face.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Malorn speaks, “what got you into Necromancy in the first place?”

The question hangs in the air as Duncan remains silent, the only indication of life being his heavy breaths that crystalize around the edge of his hood momentarily before fading into the ether. It’s hard to tell if he’s contemplating or simply doesn’t want to answer. Malorn continues to wait patiently.

Finally, Duncan draws breath, preparing to speak.

“It felt like this was where all the misfits were.”

Malorn shifts on the bench ever so slightly. “And do you like it?”

“Of course I do!” Duncan replies, sitting upright in an instant. He turns to glare at Malorn with fiery eyes. “I’ve loved every single moment that I’ve had in that classroom!”

“Hey, I wasn’t accusing you of anything,” Malorn says, attempting to defuse his friend’s anger with a light chuckle. “I was just curious, that’s all.”

Duncan clenches his jaw, his eyes searching for something to say in response. Finally, he just shakes his head and lowers it again, moaning, “I wish Professor Drake were here…”

Malorn nods next to him. “I wish he was here, too.”

“He was such a good teacher,” Duncan continues. “He treated us like family. It felt like I truly belonged there.”

Malorn can’t help but let slip a small frown. He’s not quite sure what the frown is for, but he knows that what Duncan is saying is striking some sort of chord within himself. But what?

“What about you?” Duncan asks, turning his head just enough for Malorn to get a glimpse of the edge of his eye. “Why did you take up Necromancy?”

“Me?” Malorn hums, his frown fading for the moment. He surveys their surroundings as his mind searches for the words to describe his motivations. “Well…”

He spots a pair of flowers across the street from where they sit, both of them wilting. He can sense their fading life. The pull isn’t strong but it’s there, nagging at him in the back of his mind. Slowly, he gets up from the bench and strides over to the flowers and crouches down behind them so that Duncan can watch.

“Pick a flower,” Malorn says.

Duncan raises an eyebrow of confusion. “What? Why?”

“Just pick one.”

The other Necromancer stares at the flowers silently, his eyes barely flickering as they move between the two small plants at Malorn’s feet.

Finally, he raises a finger. “That one.”

Malorn gives him one simple nod and begins.

He holds one of his hands over the flower that Duncan chose and concentrates on drawing out of it what little life force it has left. The flower shudders as its energy rushes towards Malorn’s fingers, decaying at a rapid rate, almost turning to black ash then and there.

His fingertips buzzing with the plant’s energy, he moves his hand to the other flower and pushes it back out of him, directing it down towards the earth. The energy seeps into the ground around the flower and it perks up immediately, the gray petals turning crisp white and the stem standing straight and firm. The grass around it glows with the remnants of the energy, and new buds of green sprout where the old flower once was.

Malorn stands and calmly walks back over to the bench, content with himself.

“That is why I became a Necromancer,” he says to Duncan as he takes his seat once more. “To take the dying embers of life and help them to grow into something new.”

“Then why didn’t you just become a Theurgist?” Duncan inquires.

“Theurgists prolong life artificially. Necromancy, however, has the power to take what once was living and turn it into something new and beautiful. A life without death is a boring one.”

Duncan lets out an amused huff. “You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?”

“I have,” Malorn nods with a small smile of pride on his lips. “And I think I chose right.”

“How? Our teacher is gone and so is our classroom. We’re the only Necromancers left at Ravenwood.”

Malorn frowns again, that same chord having just been struck.

“Things might seem hopeless right now, but we can try and rebuild,” he says.

Duncan lets out an incredulous sigh. “We’re not Professors, Mal! What do we have to teach novices? I think we’re better off waiting for Malistaire to return, or for the Headmaster to find another Death Professor.”

“And who knows how long that will take?” Malorn argues back. “What if the Headmaster doesn’t find a new Professor? What if Malistaire doesn’t come back?”

Once again, Duncan shoots Malorn an accusatory glare. “I thought you had more faith in him than this.”

“I respect Malistaire as much as you do, Dunc! All I’m trying to say is that waiting around for something to happen might not be the best-”

Duncan stands sharply, cutting Malorn off. Anger radiates from his dark-robed figure as he curls his fingers into tight, trembling fists.

Neither of them say a word, letting the tension in the air linger and grow each passing second. Now Malorn might know what about Duncan is rubbing him the wrong way. He wasn’t in this for the magic. He doesn’t care for Necromancy. The only thing he does care about… is Malistaire.

But Malistaire was an obsession that grew over time. In which case, what drew him to that classroom? Why did he truly pick Death as his school of magic? It couldn’t have been the Professor alone, could it?

“He will come back,” Duncan growls at last. “Mark my words.”

With that, the student walks away from the pit and from the bench that the last Necromancer of Ravenwood perches on.

[ebaeschnbliah]

What would Frodo choose to do? Why was he hesitating?

`He is debating which course is the most desperate, I think,' said Aragorn. 'And well he may. It is now more hopeless than ever for the Company to go east, since we have been tracked by Gollum, and must fear that the secret of our journey is already betrayed. But Minas Tirith is no nearer to the Fire and the destruction of the Burden.

`We may remain there for a while and make a brave stand; but the Lord Denethor and all his men cannot hope to do what even Elrond said was beyond his power: either to keep the Burden secret. or to hold off the full might of the Enemy when he comes to take it. Which way would any of us choose in Frodo's place? I do not know. Now indeed we miss Gandalf most.'

'Grievous is our loss,' said Legolas. 'Yet we must needs make up our minds without his aid. Why cannot we decide, and so help Frodo? Let us call him back and then vote! I should vote for Minas Tirith.'

`And so should I,' said Gimli. 'We, of course, were only sent to help the Bearer along the road, to go no further than we wished; and none of us is under any oath or command to seek Mount Doom. Hard was my parting from Lothlórien. Yet I have come so far, and I say this: now we have reached the last choice, it is clear to me that I cannot leave Frodo. I would choose Minas Tirith, but if he does not, then I follow him.'

`And I too will go with him,' said Legolas. `It would be faithless now to say farewell.'

'It would indeed be a betrayal, if we all left him,' said Aragorn. 'But if he goes east, then all need not go with him; nor do I think that all should. That venture is desperate: as much so for eight as for three or two, or one alone. If you would let me choose, then I should appoint three companions: Sam, who could not bear it otherwise; and Gimli; and myself. Boromir will return to his own city, where his father and his people need him; and with him the others should go, or at least Meriadoc and Peregrin, if Legolas is not willing to leave us.'

`That won't do at all! ' cried Merry. 'We can't leave Frodo! Pippin and I always intended to go wherever he went, and we still do. But we did not realize what that would mean. It seemed different so far away, in the Shire or in Rivendell. It would be mad and cruel to let Frodo go to Mordor. Why can't we stop him?'

'We must stop him,' said Pippin. `And that is what he is worrying about, I am sure. He knows we shan't agree to his going east. And he doesn't like to ask anyone to go with him, poor old fellow. Imagine it: going off to Mordor alone! ' Pippin shuddered. 'But the dear silly old hobbit, he ought to know that he hasn't got to ask. He ought to know that if we can't stop him, we shan't leave him.'

'Begging your pardon,' said Sam. 'I don't think you understand my master at all. He isn't hesitating about which way to go. Of course not! What's the good of Minas Tirith anyway? To him, I mean, begging your pardon, Master Boromir,' he added, and turned. It was then that they discovered that Boromir, who at first had been sitting silent on the outside of the circle, was no longer there.

`Now where's he got to? ' cried Sam, looking worried. 'He's been a bit queer lately, to my mind. But anyway he's not in this business. He's off to his home, as he always said; and no blame to him. But Mr. Frodo, he knows he's got to find the Cracks of Doom, if he can. But he's afraid. Now it's come to the point, he's just plain terrified. That's what his trouble is. Of course he's had a bit of schooling, so to speak-we all have-since we left home, or he'd be so terrified he'd just fling the Ring in the River and bolt. But he's still too frightened to start. And he isn't worrying about us either: whether we'll go along with him or no. He knows we mean to. That's another thing that's bothering him. If he screws himself up to go, he'll want to go alone. Mark my words! We're going to have trouble when he comes back. For he'll screw himself up all right, as sure as his name's Baggins.'

'I believe you speak more wisely than any of us, Sam,' said Aragorn. `And what shall we do, if you prove right? '

'Stop him! Don't let him go! ' cried Pippin.

'I wonder? ' said Aragorn. `He is the Bearer, and the fate of the Burden is on him. I do not think that it is our part to drive him one way or the other. Nor do I think that we should succeed, if we tried. There are other powers at work far stronger.'

`Well, I wish Frodo would "screw himself up" and come back. and let us get it over,' said Pippin. `This waiting is horrible! Surely the time is up? '

`Yes,' said Aragorn. 'The hour is long passed. The morning is wearing away. We must call for him.'

At that moment Boromir reappeared. He came out from the trees and walked towards them without speaking. His face looked grim and sad. He paused as if counting those that were present, and then sat down aloof, with his eyes on the ground.

`Where have you been, Boromir? ' asked Aragorn. `Have you seen Frodo? '

Boromir hesitated for a second. `Yes, and no,' he answered slowly. `Yes: I found him some way up the hill, and I spoke to him. I urged him to come to Minas Tirith and not to go east. I grew angry and he left me. He vanished. I have never seen such a thing happen before. though I have heard of it in tales. He must have put the Ring on. I could not find him again. I thought he would return to you.'

'Is that all that you have to say? ' said Aragorn, looking hard and not too kindly at Boromir.

`Yes,' he answered. `I will say no more yet.'

`This is bad!' cried Sam, jumping up. `I don't know what this Man has been up to. Why should Mr. Frodo put the thing on? He didn't ought to have; and if he has, goodness knows what may have happened!'

'But he wouldn't keep it on`' said Merry. `Not when he had escaped the unwelcome visitor, like Bilbo used to.'

`But where did he go? Where is he? ' cried Pippin. 'He's been away ages now.'

`How long is it since you saw Frodo last, Boromir? ' asked Aragorn.

`Half an hour, maybe,' he answered. `Or it might be an hour. I have wandered for some time since. I do not know! I do not know! ' He put his head in his hands, and sat as if bowed with grief.

`An hour since he vanished! ' shouted Sam. `We must try and find him at once. Come on! '

`Wait a moment! ' cried Aragorn. `We must divide up into pairs, and arrange-here, hold on! Wait! '

It was no good. They took no notice of him. Sam had dashed off first. Merry and Pippin had followed, and were already disappearing westward into the trees by the shore, shouting: Frodo! Frodo! in their clear, high hobbit-voices. Legolas and Gimli were running. A sudden panic or madness seemed to have fallen on the Company.

`We shall all be scattered and lost,' groaned Aragorn. `Boromir! I do not know what part you have played in this mischief, but help now! Go after those two young hobbits, and guard them at the least, even if you cannot find Frodo. Come back to this spot, if you find him, or any traces of him. I shall return soon.'

Aragorn sprang swiftly away and went in pursuit of Sam. Just as he reached the little lawn among the rowans he overtook him, toiling uphill, panting and calling, Frodo!

`Come with me, Sam! ' he said. `None of us should be alone. There is mischief about. I feel it. I am going to the top, to the Seat of Amon Hen, to see what may be seen. And look! It is as my heart guessed, Frodo went this way. Follow me, and keep your eyes open! ' He sped up the path.

Sam did his best, but he could not keep up with Strider the Ranger, and soon fell behind. He had not gone far before Aragorn was out of sight ahead.

JRR Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring,  The Breaking of the Fellowship  

[floralcyanide]

The Day the Music Died

Jerry Schilling x Reader Angst

>> SUPER LONG A/N SORRY. omg it's been like 2 weeks since I've posted!! today is the first day in a long time I've felt like writing. I'm kinda sad I got writer's block during Elvis Week because that would've been fun to write for ): oh well. I watched Elvis earlier and cried of course, so I had to write angst. someone mentioned I should write some Jerry angst when I threw around the idea of writing for him, so here it is! it's very short but it's something, at least. I don't want you guys to think I ghosted lol <3 anyway, please let me know if you enjoy this!! I wanna write for Jerry and Steve so feedback lets me know you guys wanna read fic with them in it.

pairing: Jerry Schilling x Reader (gender neutral)

warnings: angst, mentions of death, mentions of drug abuse, major character death, grief. just,, really sad lol

word count: 1649

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

It’s a mild day in August, even for Los Angeles. Not too hot, but not chilly, either. Everything has been going quite smoothly throughout the morning into the afternoon. You were able to put your and Jerry’s youngest son down for a nap towards the end of noon without a fuss, and your oldest was off at school. Jerry has been able to relax a little since nothing work-related has his attention. He’s in his office reading silently, and you’re scurrying around him, trying to vacuum and dust off the shelves. Jerry doesn’t tear his eyes from the pages of his book as he lifts his legs from the floor, allowing you to vacuum under his chair without flinching. He cherishes the time he gets to read in peace. When Jerry isn’t working, he’s either asleep, spending a little time with your sons, or trying to read. The only time he can enjoy his pastime is usually before bed, but lately, he’s been so exhausted that he goes straight to sleep. You worry that Jerry’s job aiding his best friend, Elvis Presley, was starting to take its toll. But Jerry has spent almost his entire life with him, and they were as thick as thieves. Elvis even bought the very house your family is currently in a few years ago. Jerry had mentioned you were pregnant for the second time, and his best friend jumped to action. Before you knew it, you moved from a small two-bedroom to a large home in Los Angeles. 

Elvis has always loved you like a sibling, much like he loves Jerry. They have been there for each other through everything, including the highs and lows of Elvis’ career. And even now they were still close, despite the deterioration of Elvis as a man and performer. You have offered to help your husband’s best friend, who has become your best friend as well, many times. But it never seemed to help. Although Elvis always listened to what you had to say, trying to get him to stop his drug abuse was one thing he didn’t want to hear from you or anyone for that matter. Especially Jerry. You and Elvis got along and often had deep conversations about your husband before the two of you met, life on the road, and relationship advice. But whenever you’d try and slide in some guidance, Elvis would dismiss you. So you, like everyone else by this point, have taken a step back. You have tried your best, but there isn’t much else you can do for your good friend.

The telephone begins to ring, and Jerry waves for you to turn off the vacuum. You switch it off, and Jerry carefully places his bookmark in his book before sitting it down on his desk. 

“This is Jerry speaking,” he says upon answering the phone.

You decide to finish cleaning later, unplugging the vacuum and wrapping the cord up. When you return to your standing position, you look over at Jerry. 

“Is he okay?” Jerry asks after a long period of silence.

His eyebrows are furrowed, and his mouth is slightly agape. Upon hearing the person’s response on the other line, he grasps the phone with both hands. 

“No,” Jerry protests quietly, “That can’t be.”

You take a step forward in his direction, your expression mirroring his. He glances up at you, tears beginning to fill his eyes. You place a worried hand on Jerry’s shoulder, and he puts his hand on top of yours. 

“We’ll be there,” Jerry gulps, nodding to himself as he sniffs away tears. 

He hangs up the phone with a shaky hand, his eyes glossed over as he focuses his gaze ahead. 

“Elvis is dead.”

You let out a shocked breath, “What?”

Jerry doesn’t verbally respond but instead nods his head slowly before resting his elbows on his desk, letting his head fall into his hands. He sighs slowly as his shoulders begin to shake. Your fingers dig into Jerry’s shoulder as tears start to sting in your eyes and throat. One of the days you’ve feared for a long time is now here. All the coaxing and convincing over the years couldn’t prevent it no matter who tried or how many times they tried. If Elvis wanted to help Elvis, he would’ve. But he didn’t- and now he’s gone. And there’s a giant gaping hole where warmth and kindness in the shape of a stubborn man used to be. Not just in you or Jerry, but in everyone who knew Elvis. 

Jerry’s cries are becoming audible, and you turn and place your hands on his cheeks, pulling his face to your direction. Neither of you says a word as you exchange looks of sorrow. You let Jerry bury his face in your stomach and sob as loudly as he wanted. The sound of it was muffled, but the feeling of hot tears seeping through your clothing was enough to let you know the deep pain Jerry was feeling. You run your fingers through his hair as you begin to cry yourself. Covering your mouth to not wake your sleeping child, you let yourself feel the loss. You try not to think about how Jerry can go on without Elvis. Jerry has known him since he was twelve and Elvis nineteen. Their whole lives. You cry for your husband, for Elvis and his family, for the fans, and for the world who will never get to know him as you did. Sure, he did questionable things, but who doesn’t? Everyone has their faults and mistakes, but it doesn’t make them less of a person. It didn’t make Elvis less than the charismatic and intriguing person he was. Jerry is one of the few people on Earth who knew Elvis like no other and loved him despite his faults. Having him gone now is going to be an adjustment. 

“Jerry,” you mutter, patting his upper back a little to gain his attention.

He whimpers in response, having stopped crying a few moments ago.

“Who called?”

“Priscilla.”

“Well, you told Priscilla we’d be with her,” you remind Jerry.

“Yeah,” he sniffs, lifting his head from your abdomen and running a hand over his face.

“I’ll see if my mother can come to get Aaron and Carson while we sort things out,” you suggest, and Jerry agrees.

You quickly ring up your mother and ask her to take your sons for the rest of the day, telling her that you’ll explain what’s happening when she gets to the house. She tells you she’s heard the news already, but she will be at your home as soon as possible. Jerry gathers himself, standing up straight and taking deep breaths as you fix your clothing and wipe your tears away. The thought of cleaning has been abandoned altogether. The vacuum remains in its spot as you and Jerry walk out of the office hand-in-hand. You check the time as you pass the hallway clock and realize it’s a little past the time you were supposed to wake up Aaron. Jerry says he will head downstairs and call the rest of the crew since Priscilla wasn’t in the right state of mind to do so. You quietly walk into Aaron’s bedroom and see he’s already awake and playing with some of his matchbox cars on the floor. 

“How long have you been awake, sweetheart?” you lean down, your hands pressed against your knees as you study Aaron’s elaborate setup of cars.

“I had a weird dream,” Aaron mumbles, shrugging his little shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” you frown, “Do you wanna talk about what happened in the dream?”

“Uncle El showed up and told me not to be sad, but why would I be sad?” Aaron furrows his eyebrows in confusion, repeatedly rolling his car across the floor so the wheels would keep spinning.

You bite your lip and hold in the burning feeling rising in your chest, “Well,” you kneel down to your son’s eye level and clear your throat, “Uncle El had to go, Aaron.”

“Go where?” the toddler asks innocently, still preoccupied with his toys.

“Somewhere nicer than here, but we will see him again,” you move some hair out of Aaron’s face.

“When?”

You sigh, “A long time, but he’ll be waiting for us.”

“Okay,” Aaron puts down his toy and looks up at you, noticing your sad expression, “Like you said, we’ll see him again, don’t worry!”

Your son does his best to wrap his tiny arms around you in comfort. You gently rub his back as you hold back tears. 

“You’re gonna spend the night at grandma’s with Carson, is that alright with you?” you ask, and your son pulls away excitedly.

“Yeah!” he grins.

“Well, let’s get some of your stuff together, then,” you pick him up and sit him on the bed as you gather some clothes and toys for him to take.

Now that your boys are taken care of, you and Jerry could focus on what to do. What to do, you think to yourself. What do we do now? Plan a funeral? Help Priscilla and Vernon pick out flowers and choose between casket colors? It feels wrong- like you shouldn’t be doing this as young as you all are. Elvis was only 42. You’re in your early 30s while Jerry is 35. You shouldn’t be planning your best friend’s funeral so soon. But you think back to Aaron and the dream he had. Don’t be sad, Elvis had said. You want to believe it was really him who came to Aaron. You take those words to heart, whether it was just some odd dream or a message. Elvis hated seeing people he loved and cared for sad, so the dream made sense. So for today, you’ll allow yourself to be sad. 

But tomorrow, you’ll try your best not to be. 

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[seven-oomen]

Caught somewhere in time | Chapter 5 preview

Fifteen minutes later, after he’s brushed his teeth and showered, he walks into Obi-Wan’s bedroom wearing only a towel. A part of him can’t help but think that the decision not to lay out clean clothes in the fresher was an intentional decision on Obi-Wan’s part. But it’s one he actually does not mind that much. It certainly won’t be the first time he’s undressed and changed clothes in front of someone else. And well, he has no objections to Obi-Wan sneaking in a glance or two. Even if a rush of warmth rushes up his spine and to his cheeks at the idea.

“Forgive me, I forgot to lay that out in the fresher. But feel free to take them back in and dress there if that’s more comfortable.” Obi-Wan gasps.

He’s already curled up in bed, sitting up against the headboard. The bed is larger than a single, but not quite a double either. Two people can fit on it side by side without falling off, but it’s a tight fit. There’s not much wriggle room.

“That’s alright, I don’t mind.” If he’s a little slow in putting his shirt on and over his abs. And if he’s not very diligent about putting his pants on while keeping himself completely covered. Because he likes the way Obi-Wan’s breath draws in and stills at the sight of an exposed thigh or… other things. Well, that’s just the way it is.

Obi-Wan’s eyes are a vivid blue with wide blown pupils by the time he joins him in his bed. There’s no way for him not to touch him, the bed isn’t big enough to leave a gap between them. But he doesn’t seem to mind, instead Obi-Wan relaxes at his touch with a shuddering breath and lays down beside him. He’s warm and soft, and he has to fight down the overwhelming urge to gather him in his arms and hold him through the night. He takes comfort in the knowledge that Obi-Wan’s fighting as hard as he is to control himself. Judging by the eyes raking over his body and slightly elevated breath, he’s not the only one affected by their proximity.

“Good night, Cody.” Obi-Wan whispers, his fingers gently stroking the inside of his palm in a silent question.

He takes his hand and pulls him close, his heart thundering in his chest and his ears as he says his goodnight.

“Goodnight, Obi-Wan.”

When he wakes in the morning, there’s an arm draped over his chest and a leg thrown over his hips. Obi-Wan shifted in the night from his back to sleeping on his stomach, his head now rests on his pecs, and he’s purring like a tooka sleeping by the warmth of a heater. Auburn hair moves with his every breath and a pleasant scent of cinnamon and autumn spice lulls him into a sense of safety, warmth, and yaim'la. Of home. He’s home. A smile slowly overtakes his features as he gently lowers his nose a little to breathe in the soothing scent of Obi-Wan’s hair and holds him for several moments. He’s not sure how much time passes as they lay there, but he relishes in the peace and tranquility nonetheless.

Eventually, Obi-Wan stirs, stiffening when he realizes his precarious position. “Am I crossing a boundary?” Sleep still croaks in his voice as he speaks.

“No,” He whispers. The relaxation in Obi-Wan’s body is instant. He feels his smile through his shirt and can’t help but return it as he cuddles closer.

“Hmm. In that case, I’m going to stay here for a while, my dear.”

For a while is not a very long time, when one has a child. At least not when said child is Cal.

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter six

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn't know.

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july 18th, 2018

los angeles, california

orion

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“Have fun with Em today!” Calum calls as he leaves the apartment.

I’d told him Em and I were going to go thrifting today, but in actuality, we’re going to the oncologist I’ve been referred to. I was at her apartment for a few hours yesterday, fighting over my choice, ultimately ending in her agreeing to accept that my choice is mine to make. I did, however, have to promise her that if things went south quickly, I’d have to tell him.

She promised to support me as much as she could, but she made it incredibly clear that she didn’t agree with what I was doing. She’s coming with me today to get a bone marrow biopsy and talk to the oncologist. I’m grateful to have a friend who’s so concerned about me and my relationship and my ethics. Having someone to keep you in check while still supporting you is rare. I’m grateful for Emelia.

Not too much time passes before she texts me that she’s outside. I head down and feel relieved that Ron isn’t working today. I don’t really feel like being cheery and talking to him right now.

Emelia’s SUV is out front waiting for me and she has her hazards on. I knock on the window before I open the door, and she’s got some music playing. She doesn’t speak to me as she turns off her hazards and turns on her turn signal. She already has the GPS routed to get us to the UCLA hospital, which isn’t far.

She doesn’t a say a word to me the entire drive, but I guess I’m at fault too since I don’t try to say anything either. I just scroll through Instagram, even though there’s nothing new to see since I just did the same thing inside the apartment. Emelia is still upset with me, but I’m grateful that she’s here, despite that.

We get to the hospital and she seems to know exactly where to go without much thought, and I just follow her.

At the desk, the girl working looks up at us and happily asks, “Checking in?” She is oddly happy for working such a morbid job.

“Yes, last name Moss?”

She nods and starts typing and I tell her my birth date. She then hands me a clipboard and a pen and asks me to fill out some paperwork. Em and I leave the desk to go sit and I go on autopilot again, signing my name and adding the date on dozens of lines.

Emelia sits silently beside me, just scrolling Instagram like I just was. After I hand the clipboard back, Em says to me “You should turn off your location” without looking up from her phone. “You share it with Cal, right? You don’t want him to see you’re here.”

She’s right. Usually I’m the only one who checks locations, but just in case he randomly decides to check today, I turn it off. It feels weird for her to be helping me in this choice, but it is nice to know she has my back, fully.

“Orion?” A nurse calls. Em and I stand up and walk to him. He leads us down a hallway and into an exam room. It feels far too bright in here. Bright and sterile.

"Take a seat, I'll be back in a moment with Dr. Harris and we can get started." Then he's gone and it's just me and Emelia.

"I know you're scared, but I'm here, OK?" She practically whispers, and she grabs my hand.

I try to not think about how I wish Calum was here.

It feels like it takes an hour for the nurse to return with the doctor, but it's probably only about five minutes. Dr. Harris looks just like her picture that I found on the UCLA oncology website. She has a warm smile, which, just like the girl at the desk, feels odd considering where we are.

"Good morning, I'm Dr. Harris," she starts, reaching her hand out to me to shake. She also shakes Emelia's hand before she takes a seat on her rolling chair.

"Uh, I'm Orion, and this is my best friend Emelia," I awkwardly tell her.

"It's nice to meet you, although I understand these are unfortunate circumstances." No shit.

"I just want to start this by seeing if you have any questions that I can answer? Of course you are welcome to ask more later, but I just like to give patients the chance to ask before we start throwing information to you or prodding you with the needle for the biopsy." She's still giving me that smile, which truthfully just feels like salt in the wound.

I know I should have questions, but I don't. I just want her to do whatever they're going to do and go home. I'll do what they ask; I'll do chemo or radiation or whatever it is they want. I just want to get it all over with.

"No," I finally croak out. "I don't have any questions." Em squeezes my hand.

"Are you sure?" Em asks, but she's not talking to me, she's talking to Dr. Harris.

Her smile changes, but she still smiles. Now it's a sad, pitying one. "Based on the blood panel, we're sure that it is leukemia. We'd like to do the bone marrow biopsy to get more information on what stage it is, so we can determine the best course of action for your treatment."

I nod. "Let's do the biopsy then."

Dr. Harris gives a curt nod. "All right, would you like me to explain the procedure? Some patients feel more comfortable when they understand what's happening."

"No, I'm fine."

The nurse hands me a medical gown. "Get dressed in this. You can leave your underwear on. We'll go get the tools ready and be back in a few moments."

They leave the room and I strip down, handing my clothes to Emelia so she can fold them for me. I put on the gown and sit back on the paper-covered chair/bed.

"Thank you for being here." I know she's mad at me, but I'm so glad I'm not here alone right now. "I love you."

Em looks like she's about to cry, but she holds it in. "I love you."

We exchange tight-lipped smiles and leave it at that, both of us now just blankly staring into space.

"I think I'm gonna make the boys have a tour-send-off party. Would you want to come to that?" I'd rather think about anything else than having a needle being inserted into my bone in a few minutes, and it's the first thing that comes into my head.

She chuckles. "Of course, I'd love to come. You know I love those weirdos."

I smile, for real. "They are really weird."

Em laughs and nods in agreement. "Maybe we should try to go visit? While they're on tour? Maybe we can go for part of the Europe leg and you can finally show me Madrid like you've been talking about forever."

Under normal circumstances, that's exactly what I'd want to do with her. We could use our fall break or Thanksgiving break, but I'm not even going to take classes. I'll probably be in treatment, and I don't know if I'll be even allowed to go anywhere or if I'll be in a hospital. If I do chemo, will I even have hair left?

The thought of making any plans in the future feels like a bad idea.

What if I'm dead?

I don't say any of these thoughts to Em. I hold it in. She's already doing so much and feeling so many things about all of this; I don't want to plant it in her brain that I'm worried about dying.

"Yeah, maybe."

Then there's a knock at the door and Dr. Harris and the nurse are back in. What's the point of knocking if they don't even wait for you to say it's okay to come in?

They wheel in a cart with some medical instruments on them that I know absolutely nothing about, aside from the very, very large needle. I'm known for passing out when I get blood drawn and when I get shots, and I'm not sure if this will be just another anecdote of me fainting at a doctor's office.

"I should mention, I sometimes faint with... needles." My eyes are stuck right on the massive needle on the tray.

Dr. Harris smiles at me again. "No worries, you'll be laying down, and we can take a breather whenever you need, okay? And, Russell, go ahead and grab some cookies and juice in case she does faint."

I nod gratefully at her. She's very calming, which I suppose she should be, given her chosen career. Russell disappears and reappears with a bottle of apple juice, Oreos, and Chips Ahoy.

"Alright, Orion, if you'll lay down." Russell starts adjusting the chair so it's flat and I can lay down on it. "On your stomach."

I nervously look at Em, and once I'm laying down, she grabs my hand in hers again. She squeezes, hard. I close my eyes, even if that's just making it even easier to focus on what's about to happen.

"We're going to drape a sheet over you and open your gown so we can access your back," Dr. Harris narrates, and I feel the cool air on my back and the weight of a sheet draped over me. "And we're just going to wipe your back with an antiseptic wipe."

I feel a cold, wet cloth on my back.

"Now you'll feel a pinch and some burning. We're just numbing the area."

I try not to wince when I feel the first injection, and then it burns like she said, and then there's another, and another, and then I just feel the pressure of the injections.

"Now we're going to start the biopsy. You're going to feel some pressure, but you shouldn't feel too much pain. Give your friend's hand a good squeeze if you need to."

On cue, Em squeezes my hand, a nice reminder that she's still there.

The pressure she mentioned starts, and then the pain.

"I'm gonna pass out."

__

I wake up in a haze. I don't think too much time has passed, but I feel more pressure on my back.

"Are you back with us, Orion?" Russell's voice calls out.

"Yeah," I huff.

"We're putting some pressure on the wound and it's all bandaged up, and then you can have your juice. Sound good?"

I don't really feel like I have a choice, so I don't say anything. Em's holding my hand still. The scary part, I guess, is over. I feel pretty lame, laying here, but I don't know what else I'm supposed to do. I hear them rustling with paper and ripping things; I assume it's the bandages.

"Here we go, let's get you sitting back up," Russell says, and I feel his hand on my shoulder. He closes my gown again before he helps me flip over and sit up, at the same time as he's adjusting the bed back into a chair. "Just chill there, and here's that juice for you."

I take a sip of the juice, and Dr. Harris is telling Em all about the aftercare for my wound. It's not big. I can't go swimming or submerge it in water, and I can take the bandage off in a few hours. It's not a lot of aftercare, really, and I should take ibuprofen ASAP.

"We'll bring you back in next week to discuss the results of the biopsy and the plan for your treatment. Stay in here as long as you need, and enjoy some cookies. They'll check you out at the front whenever you're ready." Dr. Harris says as she takes off her gloves and tosses them in the trash, while Russell is gathering the bandage packaging. "It was nice to meet you both. Please give me a call if you have any questions in the meantime."

Then they're gone.

"How ya doin', champ?" Em's voice sounds out into the quiet room.

I laugh. "Been better, truthfully."

She laughs too. "Fair. Wanna go get a snack after this? Oh, also, before I forget, I brought a random sweater with me to give you in case Cal asks what you got while thrifting today."

I look at her, surprised. I hadn't even though about that part. "Yeah, let's get a snack."

Emelia and I leave the office, the sun glaring in my eyes and making me wish I had sunglasses. She drives us to In-N-Out, where we get fries and diet Cokes for lunch. Even though I'd be fine to actually go thrifting, I want to go home to rot on the couch.

She and I are feeling somewhat back to normal. I'm sure she's still pissed at me, but the air between us doesn't feel as tense, so I invite her to come up to the apartment to hang out, and she accepts the invitation, so I know we're in a good place now.

We sit on the couch for a few hours, throwing a toy around for Duke a few times when he brings one to us. Em is making popcorn in the kitchen when I hear our door unlock and it swings open to reveal Cal wearing an old t-shirt and gym shorts, a little sweaty and still the most handsome guy I've ever seen.

"Oh, hey Em!" He cheers, wrapping her into a hug.

"Hello, hello," she replies. "You're sweaty."

I walk into the kitchen, consciously trying not to wince when I feel the pain in my back. My ibuprofen has worn off. I grab Cal's shirt and tug him towards me, pulling him into my arms, even though he's sweaty.

"Hi, my love." He throws his arm over me and kisses the top of my head, still facing Emelia but squeezing me as close to him as he can.

"Hi, how was rehearsal?"

"Different day, same shit. I don't know why we need to keep going every day. We could perform tonight and it'd go well."

I frown and Emelia and I exchange glances. "Okay, what's the first line of the second verse in Heartbreak Girl?" I decide to quiz him. If he thinks he's ready, he should be able to recite all of their songs.

"Shut up, I'm not playing this game," he whines, dropping his head down in annoyance.

"You said you were ready!" I counter.

"Emelia, how did you spend all day with her?"

"Hey! I am a delight!"

Cal chuckles, reaching out and grabbing a handful of popcorn from Em, who fakes being offended by it. "You are a delight."

"O mentioned trying to do a tour send-off-party for y'all. You up for it?"

"Hell yeah. Let's do..." he pulls out his phone. "Yeah, let's do Saturday. I'll text the guys."

I grin. I love planning things and hosting. It's also so nice to have everyone together. I love getting to spend time with everyone and I'm excited to be celebrating the boys and their tour. They've worked hard and their fans have been waiting for awhile for them to tour again. It's well anticipated. "Can we do a theme!?"

"Sure, babe, whatever you want."

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a/n: hi hi hi. guys... i went out last night and fell on the sidewalk and scraped my knees and hand so much i'm v bruised and in pain.

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Furry Visual Novel Book Club: Echo Week 14 SPOILERS

Hi everyone, here is the SPOILER discussion post for “Echo - Leo’s Sunday (Part 1)”

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This week we start the end to Leo’s Route… lets jump in

Leo calms down considerably, leading Chase to Carl… who was sleeping where he and Chase had woken up in Carl’s route. Banter begins to play as Chase is reunited with another one of his friends. We learn that Carl wouldn’t wake up until Leo touched him, similar to how Carl’s touch woke Chase and Raven up during Carl’s route. Carl describes running around a series of hallways with no exits until he was woken up…

The group head out in one of Carl’s cars. As they start to head out of town through the desert towards Payton, the group stumble on a grizzly scene. Chase’s car is crashed, Duke’s body sprawled along the roadway… with a monster with a hairless body and impossibly long limbs sits in the middle of the street.

A CG titled - Justice...

Leo peels off, flooring the pedal. The monster teleports next to the car and stares at Chase… before disappearing again. The group panic but don’t discuss it much more, the thing apparently not following them. After some time, Leo slows the car down… everyone starting to notice that without turning they’re not headed in the opposite direction on the road, back into town. Leo turns the car around and they try to leave again… only to end up back at Chase’s crashed car.

Huh ... like you’re only moving in circles

Leo brings the car to a stop as the group tries to decide what to do… a scratching noise followed by the back window getting shattered causes Leo to rush back into town. On their way back into town, the creature appears on top of a distant hilltop… before disappearing and appearing next to the car a few seconds later, sending the car crashing off the road.

The car crashes into Lake Emma, sinking below the water. Tj is panicking as Kudzu and Carl escape through the back window. Leo is refusing to leave without Chase, all while the OTTER tells him to leave him be, that he’ll be fine. The water submerges Tj and Chase, the lynx stuck in his seat-belt. Chase is able to undo the seat-belt from the other side and saves Tj from the car, pulling him up and swimming out. Chase surfaces and finds the car far from the shore. Tj mutters incoherently as the two make their way back to safety.

Chase feigns comfort, silencing Tj over his murder of Sydney Bronson.

The terrible experience shocks Tj, realizing what Sydney must have went through when Chase drowned him. Tj isn’t the same for the rest of the route, not speaking to Chase, avoiding contact, and being cold and unresponsive. He fully remembers now, what they did to Sydeny. He doesn’t reveal anything though... either desperate to get out alive... or for his own sake.

Kudzu comes to comfort the two, Leo shoving him out of the way to panic with Chase instead. Chase and Leo both have head injuries... Leo picks up the still catatonic Tj and the group march back to Leo’s house. As they approach the house, Leo is wary of the broken window (which only happens in one timeline!) Interestingly enough Chase doesn’t comment that Brian would did it, which calls into question if it is SUPPOSED to be wishy-washy on what actually happened?

Leo scouts the house alone while the rest of the group stay outside. Tj has ‘snapped’ at this point, becoming silent. A scream rings out from the house and everyone rushes inside to help. Clint is being held at gunpoint by Leo, begging for mercy. Leo is about to shoot him before Kudzu reveals that Clint let Kudzu know where Chase was being held captive at.

Clint offers information on an escape route to get Leo to drop his gun and the wolf eventually complies.

These are mainly here for people who can’t read that think Leo is acting on complete free will and volition here, not completely and utterly possessed by the hysteria. Also these are good examples of it.

Leo is unable to stop intimidating Clint, so Chase pressures the wolf into the hall so Kudzu can get the information from Clint. Chase suggests some food and dry clothes to calm everyone down and Leo agrees. The scene cuts to twenty minutes later with some light heated-banter and the track neutral.

We’re treated to the absolute bare minimum of fan service as the try to collect and calm themselves…. Though Tj is still despondent. Kudzu comes in from the other room and tells the group Clint’s plan: A train has been running on the abandoned lines and the group should jump it to escape the town. The group dress as the dryer finishes and eat a vegetable stir fry (woo Leo remembered Carl) as they discuss the plan.

Kudzu and Chase both try to calm Leo down. the wolf acting more and more violent. The tensions rise and Carl tries to calm the situation, Leo shutting him down with a food comment… Argument begins to play. Leo goes to ‘check in’ on Clint, with Kudzu and Chase stopping him. Leo punches the raccoon, sending him tumbling and leaving him with a bloody nose. Leo threatens Chase with a gun to get away from Kudzu, the wolf then kicks the raccoon out of his house. Leo finds his room empty, Clint escaping through the window.

Leo’s anger turns on a dime, immediately becoming doting and… possessive of Chase. Drag begins to play.

Chase complies with Leo’s insane request and actions, terrified of the wolf whose completely unhinged and out of his mind at this point.

Leo rocks the two of them back and forth, cradling Chase in his arms. Carl stares in horror from the door-frame. 

Leo’s guilt and trauma from losing Sydney that day still rings out... suffocating his friends.

The passing of a nearby train causes Leo to stop and go check on it. Chase decides to check in on Kudzu at his trailer, Carl (whose deathly afraid of Leo at this point) begs him to stay… Chase stumbles into a tree that shouldn’t exist between Leo and Kudzu’s house, and right before he can orientate himself he hears a voice, causing him to scramble and eventually fall on the floor. Kudzu, who was out watching the train, helps the otter up and reveals that he had seen Jenna outside. The pair are unable to look for her in the unnaturally dark night, Kudzu running to get some flashlights.

After a few moments they spot Jenna, who shoulder-tackles Kudzu to the ground. Chase is able to snap her out of it, but Kudzu responds before noticing and pins Jenna to the ground. After a bit of conversation the group head into Kudzu’s trailer for shelter. They explain the situation to Jenna.

Even Jenna knows that if Leo is truly acting the way the pair are saying, that something is deeply wrong with him.

Jenna reveals that Tj had woken up a few days ago in an altered state, running to the lake and repeating Chase’s name over and over again… unresponsive. Drag plays

The first time the game is really telling the player that something is off with Sydney and Chase... Sam even confirming it.

Sam speaks as Hysteria drones in the background… Chase says he has no idea what’s going on.The voice calls Chase a liar. Chase’s head spins as Jenna continues the story, Tj becoming violent and more unresponsive in it.

Sam:

“The water changed that day and for the first time you knew what water felt like to everyone else… suffocating.”

Jenna continues her story, saying she experienced several odd events and doesn’t remember much, like being in a dream. She describes a monster from her childhood that would appear in her closet. Jenna excuses herself to use the restroom, and Kudzu and Chase end up sitting next to each other.

Kudzu reveals that he lost someone to gun violence, and the situation in Echo is bringing back those memories. Chase has to pee… again and doesn’t want to wait for Jenna so he decides to go to the side of Kudzu’s trailer. Just as Chase starts to urinate, Brain rushes in from the darkness, grabbing the otter in both his paws and carrying him off. The bear throws Chase into a nearby trucks and drives off with the otter. Chase pisses himself.

En route to their destination, Chase attempts the door handle only to find it missing. He tries to roll down the window but the hand crank makes enough noise to alert Brian who stops him from trying again. Chase notices that Brian isn’t being horny, and is instead desperate for trying to ‘stop’ whatever is happening.

Brian gives us a minor lore tidbit, corroborated by information from other routes and other games. The Entity is after those that are guilty...

Reckoning begins to play as we learn about Brian’s backstory as the pair make their way up into the mountains. Brian reveals that his mom had left him and his dad when he was only six, his dad telling him that aliens abducted her. He was living in Payton but found a boyfriend in Echo. During one of their hookups he saw a flying saucer in the sky, sensing an evil presence from it…

The ABSOLUTE BARE MINIMUM amount of understanding/sympathy for Brian is given. We know he’s an irremediable monster... but maybe the Entity saw that he could be, and pushed him in that direction... Arches showing us just how much Brian and it are attached...

As they pull up to their destination, we learn that Brian is tortured every night in his dreams by a facsimile of his mother. He blamed his boyfriend, outing him in revenge for bringing the bear to Echo.

“Didn’t stop the dreams, though.”

Brian is desperate to stop his dreams, completely enraptured by Duke’s tales and hellbent on stopping his own torment. He begs for Chase’s help and the otter agrees, too scared to defy the bear.

Brian says that everything IS tied together, the monsters, the aliens, and that he wants to stop it. He sets off into the desert and Chase follows him. Brian leads them into a side mine-shaft and the two enter the town’s mines. They pair walk through the mines for some time, Brian revealing he doesn’t see aliens anymore… just the people he’s killed. The pair come to a narrow tunnel, both needing to move sideways to enter. The room they enter reeks of death and rot.

Sam fully wakes up now, entering the cavern that he killed Jack in... the one with the gold.

Chase begs Brian not to kill him, Sam berating him for not taking action. Sam and Chase talk to each other in Chase’s head… Chase wondering why he’s ‘returned’.

Sam is more ‘real’, not insidious or dark like normal. He says it’s because of the mine, it being the ‘source’ of everything. Sam admits that he’s still a simulation, something being controlled by something else. It’s been with Chase ever since Chase killed Sydney… 

Brian reveals things got bad for him when he started seeing Rachel, Duke’s ex-wfie. She had accidentally died during one of Brian’s sex-for-drugs with the couple. The two had buried her in the very mine shaft Chase finds himself in. Brian buries his victims here… each time he kills one another apparition appearing to torment him. He doesn’t stop because it gets him off too much…

The bear points a gun to the back of Chase’s head, Sam still tormenting Chase with his guilt... to much of a coward to admit it to Brian when it would provide the slimmest of hopes of escape

Just as Brian is about to pull the trigger, Chase calls out to Sam… asking for help. We’re met with a ‘choice’.

The game plays its hand. Not only are most choices meaningless, but they’re not yours. They’re Sam. He’s been making the decisions for Chase, guiding him as the otter shuts himself off.

A creature stands in the doorway… some sort of alien-like being with grey skin and long fingers.It approaches Brian, form flickering and unstable.

Due to the flickering and red-skinned nature of the creature, I am reading it as some sort of version of Socketman. It only comes when Chase calls on Sam, and Sam is apart of Socketman. Sam also isn’t afraid of this particular monster, when we know many are after him...

Brian trips on the flashlight, snuffing it out. A tape-recorder like sound plays as the thing and Brian scream in the darkness. Chase trips and falls into the grave and we’re treated to a vision of Brian kidnapping one of his victims from a club.

Chase gives up, residing himself to his fate, but Sam commands him to get up… through a dialogue option. 

The narration switches to second person… describing ‘the otter’. Sam knows the tunnels, remembers them like the back of his hand from when Yao and Nik instructed him.

He leads Chase in his body out of the tunnels… Just then… a pair of red eyes appear at the end of the tunnel…

...or one of Sam’s demons.

Sam recognizes the shape, it’s ‘the lizard’, just appearing warped… in the shape of Socketman.

Flynn appears, now recognizable. The narration switches back to first person as the heartbeat sound stops. The two leave in Flynn’s truck as Chase is unable to answer what happened. Chase describes the mine as ‘Chaos.’... The otter asks Flynn how he found him. Flynn says he followed the only road up and saw Brian’s truck, and just happened to know about the back entrance. He reveals he’s been at town hall trying to manage the situation, and only came to Leo’s house after looking for everybody. 

The pair arrive at Leo’s house, the wolf telling people not to leave, and they hug out Chase’s return. Just as Kudzu stops his hug, Leo comes from his room, angry and disheveled.

Leo says Chase was with him in his room, that the otter never left, and is lashing out at everyone for saying Chase was missing. Just as the situation becomes heated, Tj, whose been keeping watch, lets the group know another train is coming. The group are planning to jump the train, Flynn and Kudzu going first to help everyone else on.

Leo has completely fallen out of touch with reality, begging Chase to stay with him, and going on and on about the things they ‘just talked about’. Leo demands Chase answer him, the otter telling him to wait till they escape to parse out what’s happening.

Leo wants an answer and wants it NOW… we’re met with a choice.

“We’ll work something out.” -

Chase chooses to avoid the subject, pushing back the issue at hand till later. Leo is unsure of Chases response… but they cant stop now, the train is here. Kudzu and Flynn make it the caboose with ease. Kudzu and Flynn pull up Carl from behind Chase as the group continues to run along the train. Jenna and TJ successfully make it on board as well. Chase makes the jump, landing both feet on the steps of the caboose. Leo reaches for Chase on the caboose…

Chase is pulled backwards, choked on his shirt as he tumbles from the platform, his legs falling under the back wheels in the process, getting dragged for a short distance before coming to an abrupt stop.

All sounds cut as soon as Chase realizes what’s happened to him. Chase’s mind is completely blurred, caught in shock. Kudzu hops down, using his belt as a tourniquet for one of Chase’s stumps, telling Leo to do the same with his. The track ‘Death’ plays, the raccoon slumping over Chase’s body as three gun shots ring out.

Leo makes it to Chase, pushing Kudzu’s body aside with abandon.

We’ll figure something out…

Leo picks Chase up and the scene cuts… 

Chase is sitting at a table with his parents and Leo, the Hunters asking the wolf typical questions of a new boyfriend… the pair playing footsies under the table… The scene cuts again, now in Leo’s bathroom. Leo puts Chase in the bathtub, bandaging his wounds… Chase flashes back again to spending a lazy day with Leo, cuddled on his chest in the afternoon sun… Chase comes to again, now in Leo’s bed with him, bandages bleeding onto the sheets. Chase says he’s cold, limbs shaky. Leo holds him closer to warm him up…

A figure leers at Chase from the room again. Chase flashes back to his first kiss with Leo…

The room is red again, the creature staring at him… Chase feels nothing as the screen fades… The Credits begin to roll as a twisted version of the opening theme, aptly named “Echo Theme Dark” begins to play over distorted and darkened CG’s of Leo… We’re sent back to the main menu…

“It’s over.” -

Chase stands up for himself, ending a cycle keeping him chained to Echo.

Chase realizes that if Leo is going to force the issue, he can’t comply. 

Kudzu steps in to tell the pair to leave and Leo attempts to pull his gun on the raccoon. Chase puts himself between the two, causing Leo to stop. Leo drops the gun, and the group run after the approaching train. They board the train in the same manner as last time, except this time, once he lands on the caboose, Chase looks back for Leo. The wolf hadn’t moved from his spot, now alone and crying. 

Leo choosing to stay behind, to abandon them in their escape… hurts Chase more than anything.

The track, “When Your Arms Were Around Me” begins to play as the group rides off into the horizon. Chase begins to cry…

Sam speaks out-loud now…

The two reach their tipping point together… the hurt and pain Echo brings and thrives off of sending both Chase and Sam over the edge, the two cry for a long time together… Kudzu eventually motions for him. As they leave Echo, the Sam’s dark emotions grow dimmer… but the pain in his heart for Leo becomes greater and greater.

It’s here Kudzu reveals that it was his boyfriend that was murdered in Payton, a mugging gone wrong. Chase and Kudzu embrace before heading into the caboose. Everyone is inside, including Clint who had jumped the train before them. The train arrives in Payton as day breaks. -

The scene cuts to ‘Saturday’, Chase on the phone with his mom on the road into Echo, Kudzu driving. It’s been two years, and with Chase planning on leaving the area for good he wants to say goodbye to Leo one last time. Chase kisses Kudzu on the cheek, the two a couple now, before heading out of the car to Leo’s.

Leo, no longer wearing the anchor bracelet, offers the two a beer and to come inside for a few hours, but they decline. Chase and Leo walk over to the rail-yard, leaving Kudzu in the car. We learn Carl and Leo are really the only people left in town, Carl now going to school in Pueblo. Chase is leaving the area and had quit school after the events of the week. Leo is moving back with his family in Payton, and the train the group had boarded was a timely antique piece headed on the way to Payton for display. 

The two talk about the past two years…

Chase thinks to himself about the mental health struggles he’s been going through… and chooses to say he’s doing fine. Sam chiding him for it.

Chase apologies, admitting fault … Leo reveals how he’s been doing as Epiphany begins to play.

Leo reveals that he’s been broken inside. Nearly non functional, curled up and hurting from losing Chase how he did. From losing his friends, to hurting people, to losing the love of his life. He’s torn up and brutal to himself, worse off than when Chase left to school... broken and alone.

But recently... he’s getting better. He’s working through the hurt, through the self-imposed isolation he’s given himself to atone... to make himself better, for him.

Leo apologies. He admits his faults, he takes responsibility for his actions... and the route of the problem is brought to light again. His desire to protect Chase. to be his anchor, his rock... hurt them both. And while he can’t undo the hurt... he can still love, he can profess his love, and he can be stronger and better going forward.

Leo refuses Chase’s number... he wants to heal and be better on his own. ... and also maybe not relive the thirst texts and temptation he knows Chase will fall to...

The two promise to see each other another day, to find each other in a better place. The two say their goodbyes to each other… 

One last time… one last sunset signalling their goodbyes. The begging in the rail-yard at sunrise... and ending their relationship for good at sunset in the same location. They’ve moved on from each other, from the strength and support they gave each other, for the young-love and safety and freedom of queer love, because the sun has set, and it’s time to move on.

Chases closes the door to the car and credits well… the aptly named Blurry by Lillybug plays as the CG with the two of them at the high-school is displayed to the side… (aptly named because I started fucking ugly crying the first time!)

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So that’s Leo’s route. There’s no happy ending for him and Chase… just the consequences of years of neglect and hurt. The two separating one last time, with the uncertain promise to see each other one day, when they’re both better. The voice is still with Chase even… just more hurt and guilt the two both cling too, Chase ashamed and embarrassed for feeling like he sent Leo down such a lonely path. 

It’s probably no secret that Chase/Leo is far and away my favorite ship in the game, and they’re complicated and difficult relationship sure paints that oddly, especially with the context of Leo’s route itself here. I truly believe the apology and hurt the two go through in the fallout of the their actions ‘atones’ them in meta sense from the shit they pulled. Leo’s biggest non-hysterical action being the phone scheme, and him fully and openly apologizing for it here, now when he can think clearly, is indication of his growth from that event. Leo no longer wanting to stay in contact with Chase is both their own comeuppance. 

We know from Word-of-God that Leo even pays for his sins on the bad end, killing himself in the morning once coming to and realizing that he killed Chase the night before. Two-tormented souls, doomed by fate to stay apart all stemming from that day at the lake stemming from the connection we now know Chase has with Sydney and that day… and the sins that to them together.

We know there’s MUCH MUCH MUCH more context with them, context that makes this doomed romance plausible, one that shines a light on the darkest corners of Chase... one that makes them both a better fit together in light... and better together in darkness.

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So I’ll announce it here. Instead of the normal one week break for book club between routes, I’ll be taking a hiatus. I absolutely LOVE doing these, but it takes up an entire day for me and I’ve never once spread it out over multiple days like I said I would... hell these are supposed to come out Saturday because I’m supposed to work on them during the week... I’ll start back up again when I finish Silent Echoes. It only needs three more chapters and I REALLY want to finish my story. It’s been back-burned so long and I want to move on, feel free (in my mind) to work on smaller scale stories and start full production on my followup series... it’s just hard to do both that AND this. It made me go a little insane, devoting my ENTIRE weekend to Echo. I’ll be back with a poll to select the next route, hopefully within a month or two! Thank you everyone for putting up with my delays, and I’m looking forward to finishing this game with all of you once I can.

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Tim’s cat [Part 5]

Ao3: Here | Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3| Part 4. Summary: A strange rumor is spreading in Gotham. It's time to find out who this mysterious “ninja cat” is.

Chapter 5: The ninja cat

Tim had come back to the manor to access the bat-cave for a case he was working on. Cat Noir was with him. Indeed, he could not leave his cat alone for too long in the house. That cat was vindicative. If he ever left him alone too long, Tim was sure he would find something broken or a pee stain on his bed. Cat Noir hated being alone in the house all day.

Tim was now taking him to his office in Wayne Enterprise. In doing so, Tim soon realized that Cat Noir loved the attention he was getting. Everyone around him quickly became used to the cat's presence in the office. He even suspected that some of the employees would pass by in the hallway just to pet the cat.

He arrived at the cave with Cat Noir following by his side.

He was surprised to see Jason and Damian already there. They were in uniform but not wearing their masks. Both seemed to be concentrating on a map.

 Shit.

Tim had sincerely hoped that no one was in the cave. He hadn't been on good terms with Bruce lately. He had chosen this day specifically knowing that the Dark Knight would not be around. He wasn't in the mood for human interaction tonight. Tim went straight to the computer.

Cat Noir, on the other hand, who could not help but be the center of attention, began to meow. This made his siblings spot him at once.

"Tim, what are you doing with a cat in here?" Jason asked, looking up from the map.

"That’s Cat Noir. I had to bring him with me today," Tim replied, while sitting in front of the computer.

"Your cat?" Damian repeated, looking up at Tim. The cat immediately came and sat on his lap, as it used to do when they were together.

"Yes, my cat. He's been living with me for a while now."

Tim ran his hand over his cat's head, and it began to purr. This brought a small smile to his face. His two brothers were watching him intently, and Jason was the first to speak up.

"Isn't that the cat whose picture you posted on the family groupchat?"

"That's the one."

"I thought you got rid of him."

"Hm."

Tim certainly wasn't going to admit that this cat had been messing with him for several days. That would be a secret he would take to his grave. Damian remained silent. However, Tim could clearly see that the little demon had his eyes fixed on Cat Noir. Tim was going to have to watch this brat closely, to make sure he didn't try to steal his cat.

“Uh-uh. Either way, good timing. Have you heard any rumors about cats lately?”

“Rumors about cats? Not really. Why?”

Damian was the one who decided to answer him.

"We’re looking for a cat. I've been hearing about it. Some say it's possessed, or even a meta-human. One that can change into an animal, like beast boy. "

Jason followed up.

"One that's been causing some trouble in the city too. It's been reported to have saved people from certain death."

Tim raised an eyebrow.

Jason proceeded to tell Tim about a series of incidents in which the cat had come to the rescue of people in danger. In one instance, the cat had alerted a family to a gas leak in their home. In another, the cat had prevented a child from running into traffic.

"This cat even brought food to children on the street."

"Why exactly are you looking for this cat? It doesn't look dangerous to me... Just too reckless for its own good.”

Tim was certainly a little puzzled by this story, however, after spending those few months with a cat as smart as Cat Noir, what Jason was saying did not seem impossible. Cat Noir also had this habit of wanting to feed him. Maybe this cat had just seen children and decided that they would be their kittens too. Cats were mysterious creatures after all.

No one had time to answer Tim's question because a small, shrill cry was heard.

"OH MY GOD, HE'S EVEN CUTER IN PERSON!!!"

Stephanie had just appeared and had practically thrown herself on him, or rather on his cat.

As usual, Cat Noir stood up on his paws and presented his back for petting. This one did not miss an opportunity to be admired. Stephanie began to pet the cat, showering it with compliments.

" Oh, yeah, you're the cutess~"

Eventually, she looked around at the other people in the room.

"I overheard you guys. I also heard about that cat. I even think that Selina is looking for it."

Tim raised his eyebrows at Stephanie's statement. Selina Kyle, also known as Catwoman, was a well-known cat-themed vigilante in Gotham. Tim had crossed paths with her a few times, and although she was not exactly on the side of the law, she had a code of honor that made her somewhat of an ally at times. Tim asked, curious.

"Why is Selina looking for this cat?"

"I don't know the specifics, but apparently, she's been trying to track it down for a while now. I think she's interested in finding out more about it."

Tim glanced over at Jason and Damian. They looked at each other, then back at Tim.

"This just got a lot more interesting," Jason said, a hint of excitement in his voice.

"Agreed. We should try to find this cat before Selina does," Damian added, a fierce determination in his eyes.                            

"It will be without me. One cat is more than enough for me."

Stephanie was also excited to meet a "ninja cat". The three went off to plot in their corner. Tim shrugged and returned his attention to his screen to work, while absentmindedly petting his cat.

 One month later.

Tim for once was relaxing in front of a Netflix series, his cat by his side. Suddenly his cell phone started to buzz. Tim ignored his cell phone to concentrate on the show. The problem was that his phone started to buzz without stopping. Tim sighed in annoyance and reached for his phone. There were several messages from Jason. He didn't even have time to read them before his phone started vibrating again. This time he picked up.

"What?"

"It's about time! Dude, we need you to come to the bat-cave immediately."

Tim straightened up clearly tense.

"Is there an emergency?"

"Something like that. Take Cat Noir with you."

"Cat Noir? Why?"

"Just take the cat with you. We'll be waiting."

Tim's mind raced as he ended the call. What was going on? Why did they need Cat Noir? He looked over at his cat, who was lazily grooming himself. Tim sighed and stood up, picking up his cat as he headed towards the bat-cave.

As he arrived, Tim saw Jason and Damian pacing back and forth, clearly agitated. Stephanie was present with a serious look. It was her who spoke up as soon as he stepped into the cave.

"Timmy, there's something you need to see."

"What is going on exactly?"

"Just... watch what we're going to show you and then you can ask questions."

"Hmmm."

The screen then showed several short videos, all on the same subject. They were videos of a small black cat that sometimes stole from stores, sometimes attacked criminals. Some of the videos, especially the one where the cat was ferociously attacking criminals, were quite impressive to see.

At first Tim watched the videos just out of curiosity, then gradually as he watched them, he got a familiar feeling. The way this cat was moving in the video looked familiar. He had seen those movements somewhere before.

It was the last video that made Tim feel sick. The cat was stealing a sandwich. Before running with it, the cat raised its head and seemed to look at the camera. This cat had green eyes.

“We think your cat and the ninja cat are the same."

Tim was silent for a moment. Stephanie continued her explanation.

"We checked, your cat showed up about five months ago, right? It turns out that this mysterious ninja cat also disappeared from the streets of Gotham around the same time. It can't be a coincidence."

Tim didn't know what to say or do. He replayed all of his interactions with his cat so far. It was true that Cat Noir was unusually intelligent for a cat. On the other hand, these few months with this cat in his life had been the happiest he'd had in a while.

"Tim, you need to..."

"No."

"Tim..."

"I'm not letting you take my cat just because he looks like your ninja cat!"

Tim immediately walked away without a backward glance, while holding his cat tightly against him.

As Tim left, Jason turned to Stephanie and Damian.

"What now?"

Stephanie shrugged.

"I guess we keep monitoring the situation. Maybe we can find out more about this ninja cat and why it disappeared."

Jason grumbled.

"I don't like it. Tim's too attached to that cat. We need to be careful how we approach this."

“He's just being dramatic. We just have to catch this cat and check it out.”

“No, Damian. We can't do that to Tim!"

“-TT- ”

The three of them fell into a thoughtful silence as they watched Tim's retreating back. They knew they had to handle this situation delicately, but they also knew they couldn't ignore the possibility that Cat Noir and the ninja cat were one and the same.

[logically-asexual]

One more time with feeling

summary:

Part one of this series is 'I can tell I've rotted in your brain', about Logan being slowly pushed away over the years until one day he is kicked out of Thomas's conscious mind and becomes the orange side.

This is part two, about Logan finally coming back.

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Chapter 2

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Thomas locked his phone and tossed it to the other side of the couch. Virgil and Roman sat next to him, one on each side. He groaned, with his face down in his hands.

“Maybe if you try checking again,” Roman suggested. 

“He checked an hour ago and the video has been up for two weeks, Princey, the number is not magically going up,” Virgil countered. 

“I tried so hard,” Thomas said, muffled by his hands. 

“I know.” Roman reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. 

“This was supposed to be the good one.”

Roman hesitated. “Well, I guess it was not realistic to expect one video to make a difference. But we can keep going and a good pattern will surely change people’s minds and bring those views back!”

Thomas didn’t move. 

Roman turned to Virgil, asking silently for help. 

Virgil shrugged. “That might sound reasonable but, I don’t know, dude, everything just sucks right now.”

“Um… Oh! We also have that call at the end of the week to look forward to! Maybe you got the role!”

Thomas leaned down even further. “I saw John posting on Twitter that he got the role, so I don’t think they’re calling.”

“Oh.” Roman looked down at his feet. “Did we congratulate him?”

“Thomas doesn’t speak to him since we forgot about his graduation ceremony, remember?” 

Thomas’ face was now on his knees. 

“Right…” Roman felt lost. “I’m sorry, Thomas. I should be leading you into success, I… I don’t know what went wrong.”

“I don’t know either,” Thomas sighed. “Everything was going so well.”

“Maybe this is the beginning of the end and we just gotta lay down and embrace it.” Virgil said as he leaned back on the couch. 

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing! Like, how am I supposed to keep up with everything? I’ve been using the calendar on my phone and I still don’t know what day it is.”

“A calendar doesn’t help with the mess we have here, either,” Virgil commented, looking around him at the clothes, food, and electronic devices thrown around. 

“Damn it, I was supposed to clean up here today early so I’d finish in time before going to my parents’. Gosh, what did I even do all day today? I can’t remember.”

“Well, you had oatmeal for breakfast,” Roman said.

“Right.”

“And you’ve been sitting here since.” Virgil looked at the empty bowl right in front of Thomas on the coffee table. 

“And what time is it?”

“Three pm.”

Thomas sighed again. “This was supposed to help me. You know, staying calm, giving inspiration time to strike and then let things flow. That was the idea. It was working!”

“The life of an artist is not easy, Thomas.” 

“If I was a good artist it would be.” Roman frowned. 

“Of course it wouldn’t. Have you read how depressing all painters’ and musicians’ lives are? You think I’m dramatic, you should know there’s a million worse than me,” Virgil argued. “You’re supposed to know that and you still chose to live like this.”

“Because the good moments make everything worth it, emo! That’s what you don’t understand!”

“Good moments? Where? I don’t see any coming any time soon.”

“Okay that’s enough.” Thomas sat up. “This isn’t working.”

Both Sides went silent. 

“It’s getting late, let’s leave already and maybe… my parents will have some advice.”

Roman frowned. 

“Are you okay, Princey?”

“Yes, it’s just that… You shouldn’t need help. I– I mean, we should be able to solve this on our own. It’s our job after all. But… I don’t really see any other option.”

“It’s going to be fine.” Thomas said softly, turning between Roman and Virgil. “They love me and they’re not going to think less of me for struggling.” 

“I guess,” they both mumbled. 

“Come on, we can begin planning the next video on the way.”

Thomas arrived back to his home feeling exhausted and defeated. Talking to his parents didn’t seem to help, with them instead providing him with a never ending list of ways his life was out of control and nothing like what a serious adult should look like. 

Thomas didn’t want to be a serious adult. At least not the picture of one that his parents had in mind. He wanted to have fun while he could, to create, to be with his friends, to interact with the thousands of people around the world that enjoyed the same things he did. 

They were right in some aspects. He needed some amount of control, he couldn’t just take life as it came. 

Thomas didn’t know how to do that, though. Other people seemed to just know when to take the reins and lead themselves and others to success, but what would that look like for him? In school success would mean to get a good grade, in an office job it would mean to request a raise or seek a promotion and then obtain it. 

But his life wasn’t like that. Patton would tell him one can’t measure how “successful” a friendship is; people just change with time and you either stick together or you don’t. Roman would say success in auditions didn’t depend solely on him, since casting choices consider much more than the quality of his acting. 

Success in his YouTube channel, well… He thought he had that one figured out but it was now slipping away, too. It was impossible for his team to churn out fun, high quality productions once a week, and he had learned he couldn’t make promises to his fans without disappointing them, something Virgil wouldn’t forgive.

Then… What was he supposed to do? He wasn’t equipped for this. Nothing made sense. 

Thomas groaned as he laid face-down on his bed. It was only eight, but he didn’t feel like letting this day continue any longer. 

“You’ve wasted this entire day, and now you want to waste the night, too?” 

Thomas could recognize Virgil’s harsh tone even without looking up from his sheets. 

“What do you suggest I do?”

Virgil stayed silent and crossed his arms. 

“That’s what I thought,” Thomas said with his face still on the mattress. 

I know someone who would know what to do, Virgil thought. He couldn’t stop himself from bringing it up any longer, but he tried to choose his words carefully. 

“Thomas,” he called. “You don’t think Roman, Patton or I have any idea on how to solve your issues, right?” 

Thomas thought for a moment. “I don’t know. Maybe you do, but the ideas need more time or… I don’t know.”

“Maybe. Though not every single one of your thoughts and ideas come from us.” 

“What do you mean?” Thomas finally turned to look at the anxious Side. 

“Sometimes… there are thoughts that… seem to have been hidden away and then they… suddenly appear, apparently from nowhere.” Virgil struggled formulating the idea subtly enough, avoiding the best he could to catch Deceit’s attention. Thomas’s memory about having Dark Sides was locked away by denial, which made it impossible for him to just say what he wanted. 

Thomas was making that confused face at him that he always made whenever he wasn’t understanding a single word a Side was saying. 

Virgil inhaled deeply. “I, uh… I think that you do have the solutions you want in you, somewhere within your mind. You just need to… I don’t know… seek deep inside and… summon them.”

“Okay?” Thomas began sitting up. “How do I do that?”

“I don’t know,” Virgil confessed. “You could maybe… think really hard about what you want?”

Thomas still wasn’t convinced, but closed his eyes and tried anyway. “Fine,” he sighed. “Um… I want to be more organized. I want to be more responsible. I want to not disappoint the people around me all the time.” 

Virgil looked around him, waiting for anything to happen, but nothing did. 

Thomas opened his eyes slowly. He looked at Virgil, who nodded at him, encouraging him to keep trying. “I want to… have some stability. I want to feel in control of my life.” Thomas’ eyebrows wrinkled. “I want to keep doing what I want without people judging me all the time.” His fists clenched. “I want to be able to stick to a release deadline without other people interrupting my momentum complaining about inconsequential–”

“Hello!” Patton suddenly showed up with a big smile. “What are you two, kids, doing up so late?”

“It’s only eight, Patton,” Virgil said, willing him to leave and let Thomas keep trying to summon Logan. 

“Oh!” he laughed. “Right! I was just thinking that sometimes…” He looked between Virgil and Thomas, his smile not faltering, “when we have unlucky days we begin having some… not so friendly thoughts at night, and the best solution is to get back into the comfort of our sweet dreams early to feel better in the morning.”

Thomas nodded. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Virge. We weren’t getting anywhere anyway.” He fell back onto the bed. “We’ll think of something else,” he murmured before falling asleep. 

Virgil bit his lip as he sank back out to his bedroom. 

Why didn’t Logan appear when Thomas mentioned responsibility and organization? He couldn’t have received a more explicit call. Did he not want to show up? Could he just decide not to even if he hasn’t ducked out? Did he… duck out?

Maybe Thomas didn’t really believe what he was saying. But that was strange, too, since Virgil thought that Thomas lied when he would insist he didn’t want some stability.  

Nothing made sense. 

However, there was no going around it. Logan was the solution. Thomas couldn’t keep ignoring his entire existence, no matter how hard Anxiety and the other Sides tried to make up for the lack of his role. Virgil would bring Logan back, even if it meant he had to drag him out of the subconscious himself. 

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