#the gogo jump out

[a7estrellas]

PEDRO PASCAL  dancing on the set of THE LAST OF US

[kissitbttr]

eddie munson dating a mean fem!cheerleader who’s only nice to him <3

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“sorry I didn’t hear you bitch, what?!”

the loud bang and voice causes the conversations amongst the cafeteria starts to quiet down. all heads turning to the source where the voice coming from. including eddie, who has his eyes bug out like a kid getting caught sneaking his hand into the cookie jar. immediately knowing who that voice belongs to.

it’s you.

you have your hand on a somegirl’s head, pressing it against an empty table. it draws so many peoples attention with their terrified expressions written on their faces. some of them are even whispering to each other wether or not to help the poor girl out and take you away, but they know better than to upset you.

“dude… you should go there” dustin leans over to eddie with a soft whisper, as if he’s afraid that you’ll hear him. “she’s gonna kill her.”

“eh” he munches on his fries, a proud smirk plasters across his face, eyes never leaving you. “let her. she’s fucking hot when she gets feisty.”

dustin gapes at him, “what kind of boyfriend would let their girlfriend kill another girl?!”

“me” he simply answers, feeling himself growing more turned on when he watches you furrow your brows in anger and teeth gritting, while putting your mouth close to the girl’s ear, threatening her more.

oh he’s definitely fucking you from behind later,

“I-im sorry” the blonde girl chokes out, her eyes are shut in fear and body won’t stop shaking due to your rough grip around her shitty ponytail. “i promise … p-please-“

“yeah, you promise right? because if i saw you do what you did again, i will fucking come for you, you stupid fuck” you harshly say against her ear, throwing her shaking body to the floor, earning loud gasps from around. “racist bitch.”

with that, you fix your skirt and sleek your messy hair back and turn around. seeing a bunch of bewildered looks on students making you scoff and roll your eyes. “the fuck are you guys looking at? go do something!”

in seconds, the crowd begins to break. not giving you nor the girl laying on the floor any more attention. though the tension is still there.

you begin to scan through the crowd, trying to find your boyfriend. and the moment you lock eyes with him, your frown is replaced with a bright smile, squealing as you hurriedly walk over to his table in your gogo boots. he instantly stands from his seat, mirroring your expression with his arms wide open.

"puddin!" you call, quickly jumping onto him.

"hi baby" he chuckles, keeping a tight grip around your waist. "quite a show you put on there" he nods to the crying girl.

"oh, that?" you innocently point out, "well she did something bad so I had to talk to her."

he sits back down in his chair, patting his lap for you. "talked? think you did more than that, sweetheart."

"oh well." you shrug, crossing your legs as you keep your arms around his shoulder, playing with his chocolate curls. "she deserved it."

"what did she do?" gareth pipes in, glancing down at your exposed thighs. gulping as he begins to check you out.

unfortunately, eddie notices, frowning in disappointment. "hey! eyes off my girl you little shit" he warns, pointing a finger at him. glaring at the curly-headed fellow.

gareth's eyes widen, face turning red in embarrassment as he looks away making you giggle.

"oh don't worry about him gar-bear. he's just a little protective." you cup eddie's cheeks, turning him to look at you. "you're still my man, baby." you plant a kiss on his lips, causing the table to groan in disgust.

"oh shut up. if you had a hot piece of ass for a girlfriend like y/n. you'd let her do whatever she wants to you." eddie slaps your ass a bit, making you jump.

"yeah yeah, you have a girlfriend now. we get it." mike waves him off, eyes rolling. "you didn't answer the question, y/n."

"what? oh yeah! she was making fun of your club. and said some very very offensive remarks about eddie and lucas." you shrug, twirling one of eddie's locks. "I had to do something, obviously. can't let that bitch get away with what she said. i had to get physical."

"it was?" eddie's heart begins to warm. never in his life had someone defended him like that. "oh sweetcheeks, you didn't have to."

"uhm, yes i did have to." you reply in an obvious tone, "you mean a lot to me. and I know these guys and the club mean so much to you, baby. so that makes them important to me as well."

“i fucking love you, you know that?” he sighs dreamily, tucking away the loose curl from your face. “if i could take you right here-“

the hellfire kids immediately groan, covering their ears as they complain to their ‘master’ about his sexual implication. hearing that only makes you laugh even more and for eddie to roll his eyes back.

“woah woah dude, not at lunch please. it’s gross.”dustin begs, shaking his head in disgust as he points down at the meal.

“well” you start, biting your lip while standing up. “i saw chem class is free, you wanna go there with me so we can-” you’re immediately cut off by eddie jumping off from his seat right away nearly tipping the chair down. eyes wide in excitement as he nods vigorously

“yes. fuck yes. i need you right now, you don’t need to ask” he desperately begins, hands wrapped around your waist as the go down to squeeze your ass. not caring that people are probably watching. “think i can get you off in fifteen, baby?”

“i like to see you try” you purr, batting your lashes at him. “because i’m planning to get you off in ten.”

he lets out his shaky sigh“jesus fuck- i gotta go guys. move the meeting later after school.” he turns to say to his friends while grabbing your arms tight and rushes away with you who’s giggling like crazy.

“what- no! eddie!” dustin calls out his name, watching the two lovebirds disappear from the cafeteria. he sighs in frustrations, hands on his hips as he hears the piles of complaints coming from the guys.

“fucking horn dogs”

[crackedpumpkin]

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Pairing: Hiro Hamada x Reader Warnings: Mentions of alcohol. Aged up characters. Notes: Look, I just thought this was cute, okay? Sickeningly sweet, even. Anyway, I'm gonna go watch Youtube now. There's still much more to come for all the characters I write for goddamnit. Hope you enjoy this!

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"𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗."

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Hiro knew that he was deeply, utterly, and irreversibly in love with you when he was 18.

Maybe even before that, if he was being perfectly honest with himself. Why he never made the first move was obvious. Who'd risk their friendship all for what he dubbed as a 'silly crush'? 

No, no, no. He'd rather keep you as a friend. Friends are reliable and safe. Take Gogo and the gang for example. They were there during his darkest times. 

But you. You were different. You never once gave up on him. Like when you barreled up the stairs to his attic room during his grieving period for Tadashi's death, forcing him to drink that disgusting nutritious smoothie you'd made. All because you cared for him. Even back when he entered that portal to save Alistair’s daughter, to when he started his first semester in SFIT. You were there through it all.

Maybe that's when it started.

All he knows though, is that he only came to the realisation that he was madly in love with you during his 18th birthday last week.

"Happy birthday Hiro! Finally the big one-eight, huh?" Hiro chuckles with a wince when Fred all but jumps onto his back with a loud cheer. 

He offers his friend a drink. "Thanks."

"Oh, if Tadashi were here, he'd be so proud of you," Honey Lemon gushes, handing him his gift. He takes it, grateful to see all his friends for the party Cass decided to throw. With it being last minute and all he hadn’t expected most of them to show. Now all that’s left is for the last guest to arrive.

"Thanks Honey Lemon. The rest are upstairs right now." He informs them, knowing full well that Gogo was probably already pouring a glass of beer in the kitchen and chatting with Cass.

"Hey Honey Lemon," He gently grabs the girl's arm, stopping her from following an over-excited Fred. "Have you seen her...?" 

"She just messaged me saying that she's on the way, Hiro." She assures him with an all-knowing smile. He huffs a small sigh of relief, glad that you're still coming even after your small fight with him the day before. 

"You should really just confess to her already."

"There's nothing to confess," He laughs nervously, running a hand through his hair. 

"Could've fooled me." He turns to see Gogo, Wasabi, and Fred standing at the doorway to the stairs that lead up to the living area. Gogo takes another large sip of beer from her cup, her deadpan remark from earlier causing a flood of warmth to reach Hiro's ears.

"I don't know what you're talking about." 

"Dude," Wasabi shakes his head, "You've been in love with her ever since you were like, what, 14? Don't deny it. We all see the way you look at her." 

"I look at her like I look at Fred!" He denies vehemently.

"You look at Fred like he's stupid." Honey Lemon pops a lozenge into her mouth.

"Exactly." Hiro smirks, crossing his arms. A knock on the door makes him turn, his lips curling into a wide smile when he sees you standing outside. 

He opens the door, ready to greet you with a hug when he spots the man next to you. His smile immediately fades, confusion replacing his earlier happiness. You turn and say a quick goodbye to him, waving him off before stepping into the cafe and giving Hiro a quick hug. 

The scent of your shampoo overwhelms his senses, but he’s still oddly guarded against this new guy that was watching the entire exchange happen. He doesn’t know what overcomes him, wrapping his arms around you with some sort of possessive squeeze, eyes narrowing into a subtle glare. The guy who accompanied you studies him with a raised brow, letting out a huff before leaving. 

“Hiro?” He finally releases you from his hold after you tap his arms. 

“Hey,” He greets you simply, letting out a breathy chuckle at the sight of your flushed cheeks from the cold night. Your hands are in his, and he hopes that they get warm so you don’t fall sick. Being physically fit and having a strong immune system are not the same thing, and you’re the embodiment of that.

“Happy birthday,” You remove your hands from his, handing him a small packaged gift. He takes it from you, pressing his lips together to keep himself from smiling wider than he already is. He takes a deep breath to calm himself, distracting himself by snatching the beanie off your head.

You narrow your eyes into a playful glare before sighing. “Thanks, here’s my coat and bag too.” You hand him both items, dumping them in his outstretched arms with a smirk.

He watches you walk off to enthusiastically greet everyone. They all welcome you with big hugs and warm smiles, Gogo offering you a sip of her beer. You decline it politely and she shrugs, downing the rest.

He follows everyone upstairs, heading to his bedroom where he sets down your gift on his table with the rest. He arranges the coat to rest on his chair, placing the bag in the seat before he spots something inside. In your hurry to make it on time, you forgot to zip it up properly before handing it to him. 

He gently pulls the white strip of paper, suppressing a laugh when he realises what it is. A strip of photos that you two had taken in a photobooth together is in his hands. He still remembers that day when you dragged him out of the house to “touch some grass” as you’d so eloquently put it. 

You had dragged him to a mall, where you both watched Frozen 2 together. He had to buy the tickets as usual, but he didn’t really mind if that meant you would enjoy the movie. You bought the snacks, munching away on the popcorn even though it was intended to be shared by the both of you. 

He didn’t really mind that either. 

So when you both exited the cinema to see a photobooth, you gasped excitedly and grabbed his wrist, tugging him along. He groaned when you placed a reindeer headband on his head but didn’t take it off. After all, how could he deny your request when your eyes sparkled, filled to the brim with happiness? You then raved about how cheap it was, only paying a total of 7 bucks for 2 photo strips.

He took one, and so did you.

His is on a corkboard above his desk, a thumbtack pinning it above all the rest of the group photos taken together. There was another photo where the both of you had hot chocolate moustaches during Christmas, caught off guard by the sudden flash from Fred’s camera.

Huh. Maybe he is in love with you after all. 

He puts the strip of photos back in your bag, zipping it up tightly so it wouldn’t fall out before heading back down to the kitchen where he spots you sitting down next to the windowsill. He makes his way over, grabbing two cups. One filled with cola, and one filled with cider.

"So, this is new," Hiro hums, handing you the cup filled with cola. You take it from him gratefully, starting to sip away. “Never saw him around before.”

"Yeah," you laugh, sparing him no detail of how you first got together with Max. He had been your lab partner and over time you just got closer until he asked you out last week. You had hesitantly accepted, unsure why an unknown tugging in your chest makes you feel uncomfortable doing so. But you simply brushed it aside, because why not?

"He seems...nice." 

"He is," You reply lightheartedly, a warm smile on your lips  "How about you though?" you nudge his side with a laugh. "When're you gonna find a girlfriend, huh?" 

He chuckles. "What makes you think I don't have one?" 

"Please," You scoff, eyeing him with a sarcastic look. "You'd be bragging non-stop if you did." 

"Yeah, you're right," He admits. "Here, I'll get you a refill." He swipes the now empty cup from your hand, striding off to the kitchen counter. You watch him leave with a soft smile, leaning on your elbow. He greets Gogo and Honey Lemon with a nudge to their sides, the both of them welcoming him into the conversation. He falls into it so easily, talking gaily with a twinkle in his eyes.

You study the way he bends down to listen, and his messy hair falling into his eyes as he laughs. You forget how quickly he'd grown up. His growth spurt had hit him like a truck, and puberty had just made his voice a little deeper though it still had the same mischievous undertones as he did when he was 14. 

You forgot exactly how grown up he'd become. Have you always seen him as his 14 year old self?

"You could always just confess."

The sudden voice startles you out of your thoughts, letting out a yelp at Fred's appearance. Hiro looks up, his attention drawn to you after hearing your surprised yelp. You shake your head to signal that you're fine, his wide eyes softening in response before he resumes his conversation with Gogo.

"That was ages ago," you hissed in embarrassment, turning to face the window. Fred plops into the seat opposite you with a raised brow. "It's not like I still had that fat crush on him when I was a teenager."

“You’re right,” Fred agrees, taking a nonchalant sip from his cup before continuing. “It’s only gotten worse.”

"It has not," you deny hotly, feeling the flush work its way up your neck and into your cheeks, burning at the insinuation. 

"Mmhm," Fred nods slowly. "Sure it hasn't. Don't think I forgot all about your little rants."

Crap. You wish you could delete the memory of your pining for Hiro from his memory. Sure, it'd been a couple times when Fred had been your listening ear. Or Wasabi. Or Honey Lemon. Or Gogo. 

Everyone knows.

The realisation makes you cringe, sliding deeper into your seat and covering your face with your hands. You desperately wish the ground would just swallow you whole.

"With that reaction, I highly doubt it ever faded," Fred chuckles at the dismayed state you're in. 

"Is something wrong?" You tense at the familiar voice, peeking through your fingers to see the bemused smile on Hiro's lips as he stands between you both with two red plastic cups in his hand. 

"Nope, nothing's wrong amigo. Just a little girl talk," Fred winks, patting your shoulder as he stands up to leave. 

Hiro laughs. "Right." He watches Fred walk away before sitting down opposite you. You sit back up straight, hands away from your face and gripping the cup he hands to you a little too forcefully. Hiro's eyes study you, trying to put together the puzzle pieces. You recognise the look in his eyes - it's similar to when he's trying to find the source of a problem in his invention. 

"I'm not a robot. Or Baymax," You remind, taking a sip of cold cola. The cool beverage trickles down your throat as you swallow, and you press the cup against your cheeks, hoping to cool them down faster.

"That's a very smart observation." 

"Shut up," you retort playfully. 

"So, how long have you guys been together?" Hiro asks, the words foreign on his tongue. He never pictured you with anyone else but him before, and seeing Max was a bit of a shock to his pleasant night. It kinda dimmed it a little too. 

"Not really together," you say, "We’re kinda still in the talking stage. He asked me out to the movies." You don't really know what prompted you to deny your relationship, even though technically you guys aren’t really together yet since it’d only been your second date so far with him before Hiro’s birthday party.

"Oh?" Hiro's interest is piqued. He leans forward. "Which movie?" 

"The Nun," You shudder. 

"Seriously?" Hiro dissolves into laughter, shaking his head and wiping the tears from his eyes at your disgruntled state. "But you hate horror movies!"

"Yeah," you sigh, taking another sip. "But he was really apologetic about it and the tickets were already bought, so..." 

"Right. You went with him so you wouldn't waste the money." Hiro guesses, and he must've hit the nail on the head from the way your lips purse when he's right about something. 

"Maybe." 

"Aww, it's okay," he coos playfully, reaching over and ruffling your hair with his hand. You swat it away, trying to fix the hair you'd put so much effort into before coming (though you'll never tell him that). "We'll watch Elemental next weekend so you can cry it out. Again." He offers.

"It's not my fault I cry easily at stuff! Besides, Ember's entire journey struck a chord in my heart, okay?" You defend yourself, crossing your arms.

"Sure. If anything, I'd say you're more of a Wade." 

"You mean gentle, kind, and caring? Thanks," You reply swiftly, batting your eyelashes at him with a smirk. "You're kinda a Clod yourself." 

"Says you, at least he has confidence." Hiro argues back. "And Wade's a crybaby."

"He is not," You gasp, laying your hand over your heart in mock offence. "he's just very in touch with his emotions."

Hiro's deadpan stare makes the corners of your mouth twitch, trying to suppress the smile that threatens to take over. Judging from the twinkle in his eye, he's doing the same. 

"Whatever," You scoff, finally allowing the genuine smile to blossom. God, how you’ve missed this stupid boy. 

Hiro watches you with sincere interest, not allowing his gaze to wander away from you even once as a grin plays on his lips. God, how he’s missed this annoying girl. 

"They're sickening." Gogo whispers, 3 cans of beer already emptied around her as she sips on her fourth. "They both need to woman up already."

"Don't worry," Wasabi chuckles, watching you both continue to talk intently with huge smiles on your faces. "I have a feeling that they just need a little more time."

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The cafe bell chimes, signalling yet another customer’s presence.

Hiro slides his phone back into his pocket. Oh well, guess he'd check his assignments later. Upon looking up however, he's grateful that he didn't opt out of helping Cass with the cafe today.

He clears his throat. "What can I get you today?"

"One iced latte please."

"And would you like that with, or without the server? That's me." He adds hurriedly in a whisper. 

"With, you dumbass." You laugh. He's fully enraptured by the sound, eyes watching the amused smile on your lips, and the way your eyes crease when you laugh.

"I'll be right with you then." He sets off to make the latte hurriedly, already planning on using his break time to spend it with you instead. 

"So, how's the boyfriend?" He asks politely, sliding into the seat opposite yours with your drink. Something sharp twists itself deeper into his chest, making him shift uncomfortably. He forces a courteous smile, trying to act as if it doesn’t bother him even now.

"Oh, him?" You muse, fingernail tapping against the plastic cup. "We broke up."

"Oh?" Whatever sharp object that was twisting deep into his heart starts to ease away bit by bit, allowing him to breathe just a little easier. He forces down the pleased smile that almost starts to form from your reply, letting sympathy take its place. "What happened?" 

"I don't know, I just..." You sigh, eyes trained on the droplets of water that had formed due to condensation on the side of the plastic cup.

It's silent for a while. You distract yourself by stirring the drink so that the milk and espresso blend together, forming a light, milky brown in the cup. You take a small sip, trying to ignore the way his all-knowing stare bores holes into your head as if he’s already read your mind. Knowing him though, he probably didn’t. Probably. You can never tell what invention he might be testing on you.

Hiro merely waits patiently, knowing that all you needed was a little time before you'd cave and tell him everything.

"We just weren't that compatible," You admit.

"Really? I would never have guessed from the way he brought you to watch The Nun for your first date," Hiro says sarcastically, wincing when your glare is now directed at

him. "Sorry." He apologises with his hands raised in surrender.

He places them back down, noticing how your lips part as if you're about to say something, but instead hesitate. "What's wrong?" He asks gently.

"He also said...He knew that he isn't my priority. He said that he knows....someone else is." You say slowly, cheeks awash with a burnt pink as it works its way up your neck and into your cheeks and ears. You can't bring yourself to look at him, the words you just admitted out loud already a confession in itself.

Hold on. 

Hold on.

Hiro's mind is reeling at the words you've just uttered. His eyes are focused on your flushed cheeks (it’s not his fault you look so pretty) as his mind is completely blown to tiny, incomprehensible pieces in his head.

"Uh...I...uh...well…" 

"This was a mistake," You mumble, taking the cup and standing up, ready to leave. You're slightly amused at the sounds coming out of Hiro's mouth, but maybe now's not the time. Especially after a (somewhat) fresh breakup. "Thanks for the coffee," You start to make your way to the exit, a hand on the glass door before it's covered by another larger one. 

"Wait."

You turn, your breath hitching when you're met with a rather broad chest covered in a thin red shirt underneath the denim apron Cass always makes all her staff wear. Your eyes slowly trail up his flushed neck to see Hiro staring down at you with wide eyes, stuttered breaths barely leaving his lips.

He didn't know what to say. God, he has no idea what to say. Why is he saying nothing? Stupid, useless brain.

But even though he couldn't form a comprehensive sentence of simple words strung together, even though for once in his life, he knows what he wants, all he knows is that he can't let you leave the cafe. Not now.

His body moves faster than his brain, jolting out of his seat and racing toward you. His hand reaches out, gently covering yours before you can push past the glass door of the cafe. 

"Wait." He can barely comprehend himself speaking, his mind blank once your eyes meet his. His lips part and close, still trying to muster up the courage. To do what, exactly? He doesn't know.

He's an engineer, a programmer, and a superhero. He can do anything! He saved the city of San Fransokyo once or twice already, so why is this so hard?

Why is it so difficult to just ask?

He sees the hope in your eyes diminish, and that's when he knows he's hesitated for too long. You look back down, tucking your hair behind your ear. "I'll see you soon, Hiro." You say quietly, turning back around. 

"This Sunday." The words fall past his lips before he realises what he's saying.

"What?" He's got your attention. It's now or never.

"This Sunday," He repeats, a little more confidently this time. "Elementals. And dinner." 

"...In the cafe?" A slight gleam of amusement is back in your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips.

"No," He shakes his head with a breathy laugh, "Outside. At a restaurant. You and me."

"Like a date?" 

He lifts his head, grinning widely at the genuine smile you finally allow onto your face. 

"Like a date."

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Hey it's me again (from Mitsuri/Tanjiro/reader request) can make the reader like Venti from Genshin impact, a free spirit. I think reader would do well with chuuya, Dazai, Sigma and Gogo.

And how are you? Take care and drink plenty of water, have a great weekend.☺️

Venti-Like! GN! Reader

Self-Aware! Chuuya Nakahara x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu

Self-Aware! Nikolai Gogol x GN! Reader x Self-Aware! Sigma

Part II

Hello. Here you go, your request. I am fine, thank you for asking. Will drink water and try to have a great weekend.🙂

Warning: OOC. Some changed quotes from Venti. Gogol proposed to you. English is my second language.

🐾 You are an adult, that's for sure. But you are so carefree and playful.

🐾 During their "first" rain in the real world, you offered everyone to go outside and start jumping in puddles and see who can make the biggest splash.

🐾 Only Kenji joined you at first, but, after seeing, how happy you two were, Dazai and Ranpo also joined.

🐾 Kunikida tried to tell you, that four of you are too old for playing under the rain, but you only giggled and said, that you couldn't wait for a winter, so you can have a snowball fight.

🐾 You were working at home. Moreover, you were a freelancer. You said, that you don't like to follow too many rules.

🐾 And your hobbies. You liked hang gliding, for some reason. You also liked singing songs and taking naps

🐾 You were interesting. There was something in you.

🐾 They learned, what were your reasons behind your behavior in a month after they get into your world.

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You take a bite out of the apple and look at BSD Cast. They were discussing the future of their organizations. Their future life. As you learned, during their work together, characters managed to become at least good acquaintances, if not friends. Moreover, they were ready to spend their life in real world near you. You were silent during their discussion.

Meanwhile, characters were discussing the possibility of changing organizations. Sigma said, that he wants to be with ADA. He looked at you and asked.

"[Y/N], do you think I should join ADA? I remember, that you were saying, that in Decay of Angels doesn't value me."

You take a breath and answered.

"I... Let me get this straight. I am very happy, that you are in real world right now. I am glad, that you are free. But... I won't tell you, what to do. I won't tell anyone, what to do. If you want to stay with me, I will be happy to let you do this. If you want to live by yourself, I won't stop you. Same with you, Sigma. It should be your choice, not mine."

Everyone was silent. Sigma stands up, looking confused.

"But, when we were in our world, I heard how you said..."

You came closer to Sigma and take his hands into yours.

"Sigma, me not wanting you to listen to the Decay of Angels doesn't mean that you have to listen to me. Freedom, if demanded of you by another person, is really no freedom at all."

You smile and looked at everyone.

"All of you are free to do, what you want. I care about your opinion and your freedom. Choose for yourself."

Cast were quiet. They were touched by your worlds. But four people were really moved by your words.

Sigma was smiling. He looked at you with a soft gaze. He felt so happy, that you don't want to use him.

Dazai was grinning. He was glad, that you won't try to control them. They are really lucky, that you were their Reader.

Chuuya want to be his own person. He doesn't want to be under anyone's control. Your words were like honey to him. He smiled.

Gogol's breathing became heavy, he was looking at you with adoration.

Before anyone can react, Gogol jumped to you and, after almost shoving Sigma out of the way, grabbed your hands. Nikolai looked you right in the eyes.

"Marry me! Right here, right now!"

You managed to say.

"E-he?"

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🐾 You manage to convince Gogol, that you are not ready for marriage right now.

🐾 But he still spends almost all his time with you.

🐾 As three other characters.

🐾 Dazai, Chuuya and Sigma are also like to spend their time with you.

🐾 Your Quintet are having fun, pulling pranks on others, handing with each other.

🐾 You five have found each other. You are close, you understand each other.

🐾 Other characters may spend less time with you than Chuuya, Dazai, Sigma and Gogol, but, they also became your friends.

🐾 All of you are happy. You may be childish, but you have a bug heart and you value their freedom.

[fanficwriters-posts]

Ahhh, I'm so excited you take requests :D

Anywho, I'd love to see a oneshot/some headcanons (whichever you are more comfortable with) of a beach day w/hiro if possible :3

Of course i can! 🤗

Beach day w/Hiro

Gif not mine

This is if it's his first time at the beach. Idk if he likes the beach because i haven't been watching the series for so long 😔

Let's just say that it was somewhat a blast.

Hiro is not a fan of going outside, especially during a very hot day in the summer.

Honey Lemon or Fred would be the first to suggest everyone into going to the Beach.

Of course, Hiro would say no. But not to you obviously.

You wanted to spend time with everyone at the Beach and Cass will definitely be invited if it weren't for her working at the Lucky Cat Cafe all day.

Hiro wanted to spend time with everyone, too. Especially you.

If he wanted a study date, it'd be you and him in his room or at the library in the campus.

It'll take a bunch of convincing for you to ask him to agree to the fun Beach day and it works.

Since he hasn't been outside in a while, his swimming trunks is too small to fit so you guys went out shopping for swimming suits and stuff.

Honey Lemon and Gogo are on food.

Wasabi on... Literally anything that protects you from getting a sunburn or from drowning.

While you, Hiro and Fred went into Sports store to buy swimming equipments.

Just in case if there are any danger, Hiro already prepared their underwater supersuits.

Hiro will definitely wear something red or purple to go with his tanktop or white t-shirt.

You even bought Baymax a red one.

And you'd find something to match with him because you guys like to match things.

Fred will probably buy a monster themed swimming tube... Or two.

Once everyone are done shopping, It's time to head to the Beach!

When i tell you Hiro flinched when he set his bare foot on the hot sand, he did.

He jumped right into you with his foot up. It takes a couple of minutes before he gets used to the hot sand.

Honey Lemon will definitely carry a camera around to capture any wholesome or memorable moments of all of you together.

Wasabi will be the first to put on sunscreen and prepare the layouts for the best beach day.

Fred will have his butler put his sunscreen on for him with the monster themed swimming tube on him already.

Gogo will either lay back on the beach chair under the umbrella or go out swimming with the rest of the group.

Honey Lemon and you will be ready for an underwater adventure or collect seashells together.

Hiro will sometimes be mischievous and would scare you while you're underwater. But he made a laugh out of it.

Sometimes, you find Fred swimming gracefully in the background and wonder if he ever take swimming lessons or not.

You guys would play Chicken fight together. You on Gogo, Hiro on Fred.

You guys would playfully splash each other or throw each other into the water for fun. Don't worry, no one got hurt.

When it's food time, Wasabi and Gogo are behind the griller, making hotdogs and burgers. Honey Lemon will bring the cooler full of beverages and soda from the car.

All seven of you settle down and eat before it was time to hit the water again and have fun.

But, it wasn't all fun for Hiro after a while.

He worries that a villain might strike at any moment since it's a warm, sunny day and everyone has their guards down.

You'd most likely be the first to notice and reassure him.

You laugh wholeheartedly as Fred tackle Wasabi into the water and they both swim together. You're holding a drink in your hands and just finished eating your hotdog. You watch as everyone have fun but a certain raven haired boy did not. You turn to your left and saw that Hiro was in deep thoughts while he gaze into the warm sand. You stand up from the beach chair and approach him. "Hey, you alright, Hiro?" You ask him softly. He perks up at the sound of your voice and look up to you, his eyes squinting to block the sun. "Yeah. It's just... I don't know. I'm worried i guess." He replied reluctantly as you sit down beside him on the sand. "Why? Is something wrong?" You ask again, setting down your soda/juice on the sand. Hiro watches you sit down before he look down to his feet. "We're out here having fun. Don't get me wrong, i love that we are having a blast. But isn't it just weird that no one has attacked, yet?" He tells you. You could only smile warmly and place your hand on his shoulder. "It's summer and a very hot day, too. I doubt that any villain would attack in broad daylight under a hot sunny day like this. Noodle burger boy would probably overheat, Globby would probably melt, and High Voltage would be super tired dancing under the sun all day. The rest? They're too pro to attack in the daylight. So, you don't have to worry." You chuckled as you spoke to him. He chuckle in amusement and nod his head in agreement to your statement. "You're right. I guess i shouldn't worry too much. Thanks, (Name)." He says, grinning from ear to ear. "You're welcome, Hiro." You say.

After that, you guys join the other to swim while Baymax had to stay back to watch your stuff.

The sun was almost setting and the sky is almost orange.

You and Honey Lemon grab your buckets and little shovels to find any seashells you can find before you guys leave.

When Hiro watch you and Honey Lemon find seashells, he couldn't help but admire your beauty.

The way the crashing waves and wind make your slightly damp hair sway, your calm and soft expression while you dig a seashell out of the sand, and the way the sun compliments your complexion and your figure. It almost as if you're giving out this warm aura.

He'll definitely take you on Beach dates from now on. Just not everyday, once a month or once in two weeks.

In order to capture this moment, he grab Honey Lemon's camera and took a picture of you from where he sit.

After everyone are pleased with their quality time with each other, they call it a day and pack everything up before driving back to their homes in Wasabi's car.

He'll demand everyone to clean their sandy feet before going in though. He doesn't want any to get into his car.

Hiro, Baymax and you are dropped off at the Lucky Cat Cafe and you three went inside, clearly exhausted.

Aunt Cass must've slept early since she didn't appear to greet but at least she made dinner for you guys.

The three of you went into Hiro's room and put Baymax in his charging station. The two of you, exhausted and sorta tanned from the sun.

Thankfully, you guys already took a shower and changed in the communal shower at the Beach.

Girls first and then the boys, of course.

Once your bodies lay on Hiro's bed, you two went straight to sleep while Honey Lemon sends you two copies of the photos you guys have taken together.

Let's just say that, Hiro really enjoys his first time at the Beach with his group of friends.

[awmancreeper]

⋆｡˚⋆꒰ঌMY DRESS-UP, DREAMER ໒꒱⋆ ˚｡⋆ 13 - Smile

--౨ৎ✩°｡⋆ Soobin, a quiet doll painter finds it too good to be true when a charismatic girl asks Soobin to help fulfill her dream of being a cosplayer. Along the way, they’ve realized they have much more in common than they thought and maybe something more.

Masterlist / prev / next

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You held the take-out bag close to you along with some alcohol. Ready to celebrate the end of the hectic week with your newfound friend, you wait at his door.

Rocking on your heels you ring the doorbell once more.

“Huh he’s probably visiting his grandpa… more GoGo juice for me I guess”

You shrug and take your leave walking back to the elevator.

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Packed

The whole month, every margin marked with something of importance. Each day is busier than the last

The sound of the doorbell didn't even hit his ears as the drumming beat louder

His brain was fried from the finals, his body ached from working, soobin held his arm over his eyes to try to soothe the pounding headache.

He was both mentally and physically exhausted how, trapped in his own head Soobin realized he had made little progress on dress due to being absolutely tied up with life.

Being in his mid-twenties you’d think he’d be used to having soul-sucking weeks

Yet this week felt different, like there was another thing at stake

Soobin looked at his bandaged-up fingers. The white cloth covering the pricks he accidentally inflicted on himself from trying to work on the dress when he arrived home a little too late for his brain.

The deep bags under his eyes only emphasized when the pit in his stomach got larger spotting his once prize possession.

Beside the delicate lace fabric sat his brush set that had been abandoned for a good week and a half. His vision shook at the thought that his passion for doll making being futile due to his lack of practice in the art.

Inspired to create one-of-a-kind dolls just like his grandfather, Soobin couldn’t paint every day like him; life was too much for Soobin to create the dolls he loved the most.

Tears ran down his face missing the feeling of the brush in his hand. All he wanted to do was create something that would make someone smile. To share the joy of beauty with someone else

Someone else…..

His eyes darted over at the fabric and pattern that was laid across his desk.

There was someone counting on him, the reason why his week eat him alive, and she happened to have one of the most amazing smiling he’s ever seen.

His heart jump in his chest at the thought of the corner of your perfect lips curved upwards. Not wanting to disappoint you, Soobin sat up.

Looking at the calendar realizing he had one night to finish this dress for the convention was tomorrow's evening. A sense of determination fill his chest, he rubbed the exhaustion out of his eyes.

Walking his tired body to his desk, Soobin came up with a plan; he’d do anything to see that smile again

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[bunn-iiii]

actually back on my Show Pony thoughts again

Why does the beloved queerest icon, Show Pony, not show up in the California comics? we see them for a few panels set in the past when they got the girl into the van and a few Polaroids here and there. The pictures indicate that the 'joys they hung around still remember them fondly, at least enough to have pictures of them around. But then why are they not around? Why do we not see them? Well a simple answer could just be they got ghosted but then why is no one talking about them? maybe it happened a while ago?

well I'm not simple so I came up with a whole fucking thing because show pony brain is complex and multifaceted

Show Pony was a teen 'crow. a crow that at first had no idea what the killjoys were like besides what the city told them. They were barely old enough to be working as a 'crow, accelerated by the fact that they graduated school early. BL/ind knew it would be more likely for a teen to escape the city to the Zones so they used them as an undercover spy.

Eventually wandering the Zones got them picked up by an old man in a wheelchair and his radio crew, they taught the undercover 'crow what it is like to be a killjoy. They dressed them in colorful clothes and put makeup on them, glitter and pink and blue covered them from head to toe.

In that moment, when they were named Show Pony, they knew that this was right. This was what they truly were. Not some drone for a giant corporation. A colorful, genderqueer, roller skating mailperson.

Through the next year they started to look less and less like the person they left the city as. Later, in the winter months, a new bright and shiney group of teen killjoys rolls around, Dr D took a liking to them as well as Show. They promised themself to never go back to being a scarecrow, they could never hurt these 'joys. The youngest was just few years younger than them, the oldest being their age.

When the girl appeared they cried, they thought about what would've happened if they had gone back to the city. So they made another promise, this time out loud, to protect the girl. She was something sacred, they could just tell. Show would help take care of her when not dropping off letters or running errands for Dr D, acting as a sort of babysitter for her. During this time Jet and Show started to grow a little closer, often the only ones in the diner while the others were fixing things or doing supply runs.

Then they have a firefight with Korse and the girl gets kidnapped. Show had been in a completely different Zone when it happened, only hearing the news from Dr D. They practically felt their whole word come crashing down when they heard what had gone down. They got back to the Radio Shack as quick as possible, seeing the trans am sitting outside.

only a few weeks later the Fab 4 decided to go after the girl and get her back, Show said they were going to go with but Dr D held them back. He told them he needed them there if things were to go all Costa Rica and they weren't able to get the girl out on their own.

Show sat at the radio on the table, it was a wave frequency that was meant to be kept open the entire time the Fab 4 were in the city so the radio crew could hear if things were to go wrong. They listened to the static and the sound of the four getting their weapons ready.

In the next few minutes everything went rusty. they were suddenly attacked jsut after getting the girl back. Show was quick to jump up and run out the door, dragging GoGo with them and hoping everyone else would follow. All of them quickly packed into the van, Show sitting right in front of the sliding door and getting ready to do anything possible to save the girl.

They already knew at this point that the likelihood any of the Fab four would survive was extremely low, they tried to make as much peace with it as they could in the moment.

When they finally pulled up to the building the girl and Jet was running out of Show jumped out, shooting at the 'crows that they used to work with. unbridled rage set into their bones as they saw the ghosted Jet splayed out across the trans am. They got the girl in the van and closed the door, GoGo driving them away as fast as possible.

when they finally stopped far enough away from the city, fairly close to the shack, the Girl jumped up and ran away. Show watched in absolute grief as she ran, they knew they couldn't stop her, not in this situation. At that moment the sound of a scarecrow car was heard.

Show looked around, terrified but not able to find the black car. That's when someone grabbed them and started pulling him away. Two people, two dracs holding their arms and dragging them to the white transport van. They looked for the radio crew, finding them looking at Show with disdain. Had they known? How did they find out?

Show would be reprogrammed into being a 'crow again and the events of the California comics would happen. Maybe they break free from the city, maybe they never remember who they were. But one thing is for sure, deep down in their mind still lays their Show Pony identity, hidden away and dormant.

[tklpilled]

hi, i'd love to see a gogo/geto fic if you're interested!!! maybe training turned tickle fight, possibly lee!gogo?? sorry this isn't super specific ahhhhh

"You're slowing down," Geto says, aiming a kick at his friend.

Gojo dodges with ease. "Hell no I'm not!"

Geto jumps out of range of Gojo's fist. "Then I'm speeding up." He aims another punch. "Either way, you're losing."

Gojo ducks and charges at Geto's legs. The other second-year jumps up just in time. "Overconfidence loses the fight."

Geto aims a jab somewhere around Gojo's torso, meaning to get him a little off-balance. He realises too late that he's not putting enough force into it.

Gojo yelps and jumps back. Geto stares.

And then—

"No," Gojo says, suddenly looking almost nervous.

"Why not?" asks Geto, approaching.

"That's cheating—"

In an instant, Gojo is face-up on the ground, Geto sitting on his legs and digging his fingers into the sorcerer's sides.

"Sh-shihihihit—Suhuguru!"

"Come on, Satoru," Geto taunts. "Fight back. What was it you said about me going to lose?"

Gojo squirms, kicking his feet against the grass. "I hahahate you! Stohohop it!"

"Make me," Geto retorts, fingers spidering up to Gojo's upper ribs where he knows is a bad spot. "Or else I win."

"F-fihihihine! You wihihin, stohop!"

Geto pretends to think about it, pausing for just a second. "...No, this is fun."

"S-Suguru!"

[bun-lapin]

The Gingerbread Gauntlet (part 2)

Summary: The housewardens have a gingerbread house competition

A/N: Winter themed gingerbread house twst fanfic~!! Part 2~!! The overall fic is a bit long so I decided to break it into smaller parts for readability. I'll be posting one part per day and will add links for the other parts after they post <3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4/END - AO3 (whole fic)

Word Count: 1 k CW: crack, silly, shouting, insults, mild swearing, candy/gingerbread

The rest of the housewardens watch the tiny cookie drama play out with a mixture of mild interest and curiosity. Leaning into view, Idia speaks up from his seat at the far end of the table, “K-Kalim-shi. Are you making cookie versions of everyone?” 

Kalim turns towards Idia, eyes sparkling with excitement, and practically shouts, “Yes! Aren’t they so cute and fun?!” He holds up two gingerbread figures decorated with blue and white edible glitter before passing them down the table to Idia, “Look! I even made you and your brother Ortho!” 

Idia looks down at the tiny gingerbread version of his brother in his hands with a soft smile on his face, “Wow, that was really nice of you. Thanks, Kalim.” After carefully setting the two cookies on a plate next to his workspace, he then picks up another gingerbread figure from inside of his mostly finished gingerbread house. “I made some cookie characters too. See?” He holds up the little cookie, decorated with a strangely chiseled face drawn in colorful icing, for Kalim to see.

Kalim tilts his head and says with a friendly smile, “Oh wow~! That looks really good! Who is that? A friend of yours?”

Idia stares at Kalim with wide-eyed disbelief, “A friend-? What are you talking about?! This is obviously the character Gogo from the hit anime series ‘Gogo’s Mundane Daily Life’! Even a group of normies like this one should know of a series that popular!!” Idia turns to look at the other housewardens and is met with a series of blank stares. Quickly grabbing another gingerbread figure from his house, he holds it up and asks, “Well, what about this one? There’s no way you wouldn’t recognize this guy! It’s Two Kick Man! He’s an icon!”

Azul closes his eyes in frustration and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Idia, I keep telling you that those shows you watch are not mainstream at all and unknown to the majority of the student population here. Please listen to me for once.”

Idia bolts up from his seat and points angrily at the Octavinelle housewarden. “Like you’d even know! Do they even have TVs where you’re fr-” Idia’s accusations are suddenly cut off when, instead of passionately slamming his palm on the table, he mistakenly brings his hand straight down in the middle of his gingerbread house. With a high pitched squeak, he looks down in terror at the pile of sugary rubble in front of him. Grabbing the sides of his head in anguish, Idia cries out, “AUGH!! NO!! WHAT HAVE I DONE?!” He drops heavily into his seat as he mutters gloomily, “This is gonna take forever to fix. Ugh, fuck my stupid baka life.”

Azul chuckles darkly and adjusts his glasses, “Oh dear, what a tragic accident. You should really be more careful, Idia.” Turning back to his intricately designed, sea-themed gingerbread house, he shakes his head with a little sigh, “Ah well. It’s unfortunate but I suppose that just means less competition now. How fortuitous for me!”

Idia’s head snaps up and he glares at Azul with a bewildered kind of fury in his eyes. “Wha-?! Excuse me?? Did you just tell me to be careful?!” He jumps to his feet once more and points an accusatory finger at Azul, “If anyone should be careful here, it should be you! You filthy, cheating, no-good scrub!”

Raising a hand to fidget with his glasses, Azul’s reply is smooth but his left eye twitches imperceptibly, “I’m sure I have absolutely no idea what you mean, Idia. That’s a rather heavy accusation and frankly, I’m feeling rather hurt by your rude language.”

Whipping his smartphone out of his pocket, Idia holds it up for the group to see before pressing the speakerphone function. He faces Azul with a haughty grin on his face, “As soon as I realized you were wearing the camera glasses I made you for your last birthday, I knew you were up to something. You’ve been on a video call with a world-famous pastry chef who’s been giving you instructions this whole time! I hacked into the call ages ago. Everyone! Look!! Do you see the little earbud in his ear?! It’s so sus!!”

Almost instinctively, Azul places a hand over his ear and flashes a dazzlingly charming smile towards the rest of the group, “I assure you all, absolutely no cheating is taking place here. I’m simply listening to some relaxing music as I work!”

From Idia’s phone, a tiny voice rings out, “Mr. Ashengrotto? Is everything alright? Should I end the call?”

Azul springs up out of his seat and yells, “SHUT UP ROBERT! STOP INCRIMINATING ME!”

The sudden speed of Azul launching himself to his feet knocks his glasses loose, causing them to slide off of his face and fall directly into a bowl of runny, vanilla icing. As they slowly sink into the sugary liquid, a crackling sound like static and tiny electric sparks are emitted by the glasses before they finally drop to the bottom of the bowl. Everyone at the table stares at the drowned eyewear for a few beats of stunned silence. 

Letting out a tiny, strangled scream of panic, Azul grabs the bowl of icing and thrusts it towards Idia, “My glasses!! Idia!! You have to fix them!!

With an arrogant grin on his face, Idia folds his arms over his chest, “Sorry to burst your bubble Mr. I’m-not-a-cheater, but I’m not an optometrist. So there’s no way I could fix your totally normal eyeglasses.” His eyes widen with glee and he sharply tilts his head, making himself look like some kind of demented owl, “Unless, that’s not the case and there’s something electronic in those glasses? Like a camera and microphone, perchance??”

Azul narrows his eyes and glares at Idia in silence for several seconds. He then firmly sets the bowl of icing down on the table and sits down with a petulant scoff, “Fine. Be that way. I’ll finish this gingerbread house brilliantly and without any help.” He swiftly looks up and addresses the rest of the group loudly and defiantly, “As I always intended and have been this whole time!” Turning back to his work, Azul squints shortsightedly and squeezes a few messy lines of icing on his gingerbread structure.

With a weary sigh, Idia shakes his head and drops back down into his seat. He mutters to himself in a voice inaudible to the others, “Even if the camera and mic are broken, you can still use the glasses for your vision…?”

-continued in part 3-

[itz-darktrax]

Gogo headcannon time!

Gogo is very impulsive and usually jumps headfirst into things without thinking them through properly due to her rebellious nature. She also tends to use force pretty quickly.

Gogo hates parties due to her social anxiety. Especially those of formal nature. You won't catch her hanging out at parties unless someone managed to drag her along *cough cough Honey Lemon*

Gogo occasionally plays the electric guitar as a hobby.

[macaroni-rascal]

That was truly the most Canadian men's event we've ever seen, just pure chaos. The top two were kinda predictable and I don't think they can mess up their frees enough not to get sent, but it's still Canadian men, so anything's possible. But hey, at least a small medal for my son Anthony! He is the cuntiest boy Canada has ever produced, I love him so much, I'd send him to Worlds purely for the esthetic, because I know he'll pop at least half his jumps in the free - we've been here before and my heart can't take it anymore. I glad they gave him all the PCS, he deserves it. Roman? Jail. Gogo? Also jail. Conrad? To the gulag. I kinda expected the most from him here because I thought he'd smell blood in the water, but alas. Bruce? I'm confused what he's still doing here considering that even Corey has bailed, but bless him if he still wants to put himself through this, the ice dance field could've really used him and Natalie. Newnham has so much potential, they really need to push him, the ingredients are there. Some real dud music choices here, but I loved Roman's except for the ending. Bruce's was also good. And you know what? Good for Wesley. He's the little engine that could, he's the new Kevin Reynolds - the boy that comes in clutch when you need him but will never blow you away artistically. I feel bad for Aleksa because his material and packaging is atrocious, but Joanne would never release him from her clutches and let him go soar somewhere else. What is Stevie doing? Like, seriously, what is he doing? He was very evidently in pain out there - why go on? At least he got himself a way better shirt. I don't know what goes on with these men, I truly don't. They were out there messing up spins, for Christ's sake! And to do this right in front of Tracey's D&G bag? Shameful.

The men were menning so hard that I got a bit of a headache and couldn't get to sleep for a while after the event, I just sitting upright in bed staring off into the middle distance asking myself questions. Question like: why? and, what do you mean? and, seriously why?.

Honestly the shame of the men doing all of that in front of the Tracey's D&G bag is the most egregious sin. The bag and us didn't deserve that, but mostly the bag.

I want Anthony to win, his manicure deserves it.

[a7estrellas]

OH MAHHH GAHHH PEDRO PASCAL HOSTED SNL ⌙ via cocoulrich IG

[saintchaser]

mary macdonald - red lipstick, gogo boots, wilted roses, sunglasses, the smell of perfume, glancing up to someone, a loud laugh, curls of black hair, kissing under the moonlight, a cigarette dangling between red lips, and blowing smoke in someone's face, snapping her fingers, black kohl, humming to the tune of a song, golden hoops dangling from her ears, a witty remark, looking up to the sun, letting it guide her, heels clicking, confidence and love for everyone around her

marlene mckinnon - jumping up on a table, singing loudly, ruffling her hair, looking through magazines, red-tinted cheeks when she sees someone she likes, smudged eyeliner, snogging in a hidden place, loving openly, flying on a broom, messing up her hair, making fun light-heartedly of her friends, a lipstick stain on a cheek, looking at someone with a fake superiority, imitating the voices of teachers, living fast and dying young

lily evans - picking up flowers on her way to someone, pushing her hair out of her face, doing someone else's nails, light freckles spread along nose and cheekbones, pale skin, always making sure that people around her are alright, walking jumpily, looking at old pictures, things she once shared with other people, stargazing, biking, old, grassy parks, kissing someone on the cheek, holding someone's hand when they need it, loving so selflessly

dorcas meadowes - dark skin, overalls, old boxes with untouched memories, baking brownies, large graphic or band tees, running in a forest, old, old bowie records, worn-out books, elastic bracelets, converse, knowing the right people at the wrong time, chunky, colorful rings, a broad smile, a green tie, watermelon juice seeping between their fingers, down on their arms, ladybirds, cold drinks, popping the p's, old polaroids, the soul of a child in the body of an adult

[baileypie-writes]

~Not Human~ Part 2

Kurumi Mimino/Milky Rose x GN!Reader

Part 1 here!

Fandom: Otona Precure, Yes! Precure 5 GoGo

Reader: Gender Neutral

Relationship: Romantic

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Kurumi shows you her true form.

Warnings: None!

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She led you into an alleyway. After checking to see if the coast was clear, a puff of smoke enveloped her. When it cleared, she was no longer there. Until you looked down. Where Kurumi was standing, was a small, pink bunny-like creature.

“What?”

~~~~

“Kurumi?” You called out to the creature.

“Whew! Being in that human form is exhausting~miru!” It sighed, and stretched.

You jumped, and grabbed onto the brick wall beside you for support. The bunny noticed, and looked at you.

“Relax, (name). It’s me~miru!” It said in an annoyed tone.

You paused for a moment. “Kurumi? But… what are you?”

She flipped one of her floppy ears before responding. “I’m a fairy~miru! This is my true form. And by the way, my name is actually Milk~miru!”

“What? So you’re not really a human?” You asked, shocked.

“Nope! Remember how I’m from the Palmier Kingdom~miru? Well, everyone there is a fairy, including me! I only take human form when I’m out in town~miru.”

You were flabbergasted. This whole time, your crush wasn’t even a human. But even so, your feelings were still there. You knelt down to Kurumi’s- eh, Milk’s level. “Well, thanks for telling me. I get why it took so long. Uh… I don’t really know what else to say for this situation.” You laughed nervously.

Milk smiled, and another puff of smoke emitted from her. When it cleared, you were met with shoes. You looked up, and saw Kurumi looking down at you. Oh, she changed back.

She held out her hand. With a smile, you took it, and Kurumi helped you up.

“So, what do you think?” She asked. “Will this soil our relationship?”

“Well, it’s pretty shocking…” You said. “but no. I still like you.”

Kurumi hummed. She then leaned forward, and gave you a peck on the lips. “Good. Now if you don’t mind, I really must be going. It’s not an easy job, being a prime minister.” She waved goodbye, and ran out of the alley.

You followed her, wanting to say goodbye. But when you exited the alley, she was gone. You weren’t upset though, because you just gained a girlfriend.

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~~baileypie-writes

[rocksandrobots]

Phantoms of the Past: Chapter 39 - Ransoms and Romance on the Range - Part 4

Honey Lemon felt her world spin out of control. Her heart pounded in her ears. Her stomach dropped. She shivered with fear. She was even too scared to cry out.

Varian wasn't moving.

He wasn't moving.

A chilling silence had overcome everyone.

Joe lowered the gun he had just fired but still kept a tight grip on her arm.

"Make sure that he's dead, Jim." The bandit leader ordered.

Honey Lemon barely heard him, despite standing right next to him.

Varian couldn't be dead. He just couldn't be.

'Not again.'

'This couldn't be happening again.'

After the fire, after the incident with the Hiro and Callgahan's portals, after Baymax getting trapped in the void, after all that she'd been through, Honey Lemon had swore to herself that she wasn't going to lose anyone else.  And sure they had had close calls in the past, they were superheroes after all, but this... this was something else entirely.

Jim had finally freed himself from the tree Varian had pinned him too earlier. He walked over to the teenager's lifeless body brandishing the boy's swiss army knife. The blade wasn't long, but it glinted dangerously in the sunlight anyways. She didn't like the evil look in the bandit's eyes as he neared.

Neither did Gogo apparently.

"Don't you dare touch him!" she growled while she struggled to free herself from the third bandit's grasp.

Jim ignored her demands and her tussle with his younger brother. He kicked the boy over and Varian rolled face upwards, his unconscious body flopping back with a sickening heavy limp. Honey Lemon couldn't see any blood but he was covered in dirt and dust and his eyes were closed.

Jim crouched down and raised the knife high.

She sobbed and averted her gaze. This couldn't be happening.

Ironically enough her mind went back to when Varian had first bought the swiss army knife. He'd been so excited to stumble upon the multi-purpose tool and even more excited to find out that he could legally buy it. He had bounced around with boyish glee, rambling on about the tool's merits and telling everyone his plans to build a collection of them.

She couldn't imagine a world where she no longer saw his smile or listened to his hyperactive rants; where she would join him in his random experiments or enthusiastically jump headfirst into whatever wild grand endeavor he had concocted that week.

"Please, please, wake up."

Her whispered prayers were answered when Varian's eyes suddenly snapped open and he kneed the outlaw hovering over him in the diaphragm. Then he grabbed the knife and the two of them went rolling along the ground wrestling for control of the blade.

"What in Tarnation!?" Joe shouted and raised his gun again.

"Oh no you don't!" Honey Lemon stepped backwards and shoved herself into the larger man knocking him off balance. While he was surprised, she then wiggled her arm out of his grip and elbowed him in the throat.

He dropped the gun and she stomped on his toe. Then she gave a back kick and he doubled over and fell to the ground.

Her hands were still tied behind her back, so she kicked the gun away as hard as she could as the outlaw scrambled after it.

A bolt went wide as she did so and it hit the pillar where Krei was still sitting underneath.

"Hey watch it!" the billionaire yelled indignantly as rubble fell around him and he scooted out the way. He was still tied up.Everyone ignored him as they fought their respective opponents. 

Especially Gogo, who finally managed to throw the taller man off her. She flipped him and he landed on his back, but he was up again in a moment. She planted her feet and threw up her fists, and the bandit mirrored her movements.

They slowly circled around each other as their friends fought behind them. Neither wanted to make the first move and give away their advantage.

"I'm not getting beat by a stupid girl." Jeff muttered, almost whining.

Gogo rolled her eyes at such a lame insult. That's then Jeff dove at her. She neatly side stepped him and gave him a roundhouse kick.

She went in with a second kick, but he recovered sooner than she had hoped and grabbed her ankle. She was pinned.

He was going to throw her, when a roaring sound filled the air.  Confused, both bandit and superhero turned to see what looked like a rocket heading towards them.

"What the h-"

Jeff didn't even get to finish the curse word before the rocket carrying Gogo's super suit slammed into him, knocking him out cold.

"Yeeesss!" Gogo jumped for joy as she ran to the now hovering rocket. She bent down and pulled the cellphone out of the injured outlaw's pocket. Her phone showed a big green check mark showing that the signal finally went through. She didn't waste any time pulling out her yellow gravity disks from the inner compartment of the retrieval rocket.

Turns out she wasn't a moment too soon. Joe, the leader, had finally gotten back his laser gun and was now threatening Honey Lemon with it.

"Money or no money, no one makes a fool of Joe Jolton and lives to tell about it." He hissed as Honey stumbled backwards trying to get away from him. She tripped over a rock and fell to the ground. He aimed the gun at her.

"Honey!" Varian called out but Jim held him back and they went wrestling once more.

Gogo threw the disk, and it sliced cleanly through the gun before hitting a nearby rock and bouncing back into her hand. She then ran towards the dumbfounded outlaw and whacked him hard on the head with the disk. 

He too fell unconscious, just like his brother. 

"That's two down." She smirked as she heard him snoring lightly. "Now for the third." 

She went to help Varian, but as it turned out the alchemist didn't need her assistance. He finished Jim off with a punch to the face, and the third bandit joined his brothers in dreamland. 

He retrieved his knife from the ground and rushed over to free Honey Lemon from her bonds. 

"Are you okay?" 

"Is she okay? You're the one who just got shot in the head!" Gogo snapped at him. "How are you still standing?" 

"Because, I didn't actually get hit." He argued back, as he finished pulling the ropes off. 

Honey Lemon rubbed her sore wrists and looked at him bewildered. 

He sighed and pulled his goggles off his head. More of the broken glass fell to the ground. For good measure he also ruffled his hair to get any remaining glass out of it. 

"Man, it's going to be a pain to fix these." 

"Your goggles reflected the laser blast…" Gogo nodded, piecing together what he was getting at. 

"You mean… you mean you were just faking being dead?" Honey Lemon asked. 

Varian gave her a guilty look. "It… it was the safest thing I could do. I had to catch them off guard." 

"That was pretty smart." Gogo agreed with him, before smacking him across the arm. "Don't you dare ever do that again!!!" 

"Sure, I'm fine. Thanks for asking." Krei sarcastically called after them as Varian flinched away from Gogo's rebuttal. 

The billionaire did not look happy at all. His suit was dirty and torn, he was covered in dust from the falling rubble, and his hands were still tied. 

Gogo sighed. "Yeah, yeah. I'll be there in a second." 

"Oh don't bother." Krei said as he turned his back towards the teens, lifting his nose in the air as he complained. "I'm in no hurry. I mean I'm only hungry, tired, sore, sweaty, filthy and still tied up, but yo- look out!" 

Gogo saw the danger as soon as Krei called out. 

They had forgotten the fourth bandit! 

He had pulled himself free of the chim-trap and he still had his gun… and it was aimed right at them. 

Gogo barely had time to raise her gravity disk up in time to block the bolt that was fired at them. It ricocheted off the metal plate and hit the pillar a second time. 

This time Krei dogged the debris. 

Varian and Honey Lemon huddled behind her as the traitorous hired hand just kept shooting at them with an unrelenting volley of laser blasts. 

They were pinned down. 

The cowboy kept getting closer, his aim getting better as a bolt hit right next to Gogo's foot and she stumbled back. 

"Arrrragghhh!" 

Gogo poked her head out from behind her shield just in time to see Krei tackle the outlaw! 

The bandit was caught completely by surprise as the other man rammed into him like a quarterback on the football team. The gun fell out of his hands as Krei sat on top of him. 

"I've had enough of the wild, wild west. Thank you." 

Everyone stared in shock at the billionaire. 

"Wow." Gogo said flatly. 

"So... now what?" Honey Lemon hesitantly asked.

It began to dawn upon everyone that, while they had won the fight, they were now all stranded in the gorge themselves.

"Well don't look at me... I'm not hiking back to the ranch." Krei scoffed, even as he continued to sit upon the helpless ranch hand.

Gogo sighed as she walked over to free Krei from his bonds. "Well first things first, let's tie up the bad guys before they wake up."

"Did you bring your portals with you?" Honey Lemon asked Varian.

He shook his head as he pulled away from her and picked up the amber on the ground. He inspected it but of course it was undamaged and untarnished as always. "No... They weren't working when I left so I didn't bother."

"Good thing our phones are working again." Gogo said as she and Krei tied up Johnny first.

They had restrained three of the bandits, when they heard a strange whirring sound in the air. Everyone looked up to see a helicopter overhead, including the outlaws who began to regain consciousness.

"It must be a rescue chopper!" Krei announced excitedly as the aircraft swung lower. "They're looking for us!"

Everyone yelled and waved trying to get the pilot's attention. While they were distracted however, Joe, the final bandit that they had yet to restrain, woke up. He snuck up behind them and grabbed the discarded laser gun.

He shot a bolt into the air and everyone jumped at once. "Quiet! This ain't over yet!"

He began to back away, out of the gorge, as he directed his aim at each of them in turn.

"Untie my men, now!" He ordered. Everyone exchanged uneasy glances.

Gogo, who was closest, walked back over to the bandits to free them. Yet before she could follow through with uniting them, they heard a voice call out above them.

"Yeee-Haw!!"

Everyone looked up to see Fred falling from the sky. He bounced harmlessly in front of them in his super suit.

"Hey Guys!"

"Fred, look out!" Honey Lemon cried.

Fred turned around mid-jump to see the bandit leader gaping up at him in his monster suit in complete bafflement. He melted the laser gun in the outlaw's hand with his fire breath. The kidnapper jumped back from the flame and Fred turned back to face his friends, no longer considering the villian a threat without his weapon.

"Did you see that!? I jumped out of a helicopter!"

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"Hey!" Tadashi said as he gave Varian a light smack on the back of the head.  "What were you thinking, you knucklehead!"

They had since been rescued and were now back at the ranch house, after dropping off the bad guys with the sheriff and filling out a bunch of paperwork.

Varian rubbed the back of his head. "I was thinking that I needed to save our friends, and that we couldn't afford to wait aroun-ow!"

Baymax finished bandaging up his sprained ankle. "There. Your injuries have been attended to. I recommend plenty of rest and an ice pack to help prevent swelling."

Hiro provided the ice pack. "Yeah, and had you waited with the rest of us, we then could have used your reactivated portal magnets and gotten there even faster."

Varian pouted and squirmed in his seat at that bit of logic.

"Not to mention that we could have taken them all down together with our supersuits with much less risk." Fred pointed out.

"But... what if they had hurt-"

"We were fine before you showed up and almost got yourself killed." Gogo said as she leaned over the couch.

"Yeah, Yoyo and I had everything under control." Krei said.

Everyone turned to give the billionaire awkward looks.

"Ok, now you're just doing that on purpose." Wasabi said to him.

Gogo rolled her eyes. "Well I'm going to go take a shower and nap before we have to leave." She grabbed some jerky from Fred who was eating a bag of it, stuck one end of it in her mouth, and stormed up the stairs without another word.

Tadashi sighed. "I think some rest sounds like a good idea, only our plane leaves this afternoon and I still have to pack."

"Personally, I think I could go from some lunch over sleep." Hiro said. "I'm going to reheat that chili from last night. You want some Honey Lemon? You'd probably like that over Fred's jerky."

Honey Lemon shook her head. She had been sitting quietly over in the corner the entire time. In fact she hadn't said much since her rescue.

"Are you sure?" Wasabi asked with concern. "You haven't eaten anything for hours."

Honey Lemon sighed and stood up. "I'll be fine... I'm… I'm just going to go to my room."

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Honey Lemon sat in her bedroom staring at the floor.

She had at least changed out of her dusty cowgirl outfit and into some comfy shorts and a tee shirt. She had slipped on some fuzzy socks as well. There was something comforting in the simple tasks of putting on warm clean clothes; something that grounded her.

Socks were normal. Socks were safe. They were uncomplicated and dependable. Socks were cozy.

Unlike the last twenty-four hours, where everything had most certainly  not  been normal, safe, nor comfortable.

The sound of the gunshot and the sight of Varian falling to the ground replayed over and over in her mind. None of it seemed real. Certainly not with everyone else going about normally, talking about food, showers, and whatnot. Her friends were treating this as one of their regular adventures, where they just went about doing whatever once the danger had passed. 

But she had never had to fill out paperwork at the police station after a battle before. She never had to fight people with laser guns while unarmed before, and she most certainly never had to watch her best friend die in front of her while she watched helplessly on. The fact that he was not actually dead, and had been pretending the whole time, did little to ease her mind.

'What if something had gone wrong? ' She thought.

They had been incredibly lucky. She realized that now, not just during this incident but in others as well.

What were they doing?  When had they normalized superheroing and running into danger? Why were they running straight towards danger at all?

Granted, her kidnapping had nothing to do with her being a part of Big Hero Six. She had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time, but that only made things worse. It was like they couldn't avoid tragedy no matter what they did. At least when superheroing she had her armor and weapons.

She was jolted out of her spiraling thoughts by a knock at her door. When she didn't answer, Varian timidly opened the door a crack, but respectfully kept his eyes averted, just in case she wasn't decent. He too was dressed in clean clothes now and he smelled of cheap aftershave.

"Hey, Honey Lemon, the bus is here. Are you ready to go?"

Honey Lemon looked at her stuff lying on the floor. She had just shoved things into her suitcase haphazardly while changing. She wasn't really thinking about needing to pack, but she supposed everything was together.

"My bags are over there." She said.

Varian ventured to open the door further and saw the suitcase and clothes strewn about.

"Ah.... well, um... maybe we should organize this a bit better so things don't fall out on the plane?" He limped over to her suitcase and started to stuff her clothes and hair brush inside of it better.

Honey Lemon frowned as she noticed the bandage around his ankle poking out from between his jeans and sneakers.

"Why did you do that?" She suddenly snapped.

Varian paused in his packing and turned to look at her confused, a wad of lace underwear in his hand. "Uh... well, um... you don't want your unmentionables to fall out of the bag onto the stewardess do you?"

"You know what I mean."

Varian frowned and slowly straightened up. "Listen, I've already heard lectures from Tadashi, Gogo, and everyone else okay? I rushed in, and yes it would have been better if I had just waited for the sheriff along with the others... b-but in my defense I didn't know what would happen an-"

"And you almost died!"

Varian seemed taken aback by the harshness in her voice. Honey Lemon rarely got angry at anyone, let alone enough to snap at her friends like that.

"Well what did you expect me to do?"

"How about  not trying to take on four people with guns by yourself!"

"I had everything under con-"

"With only a swiss army knife!" She stood up and marched over to him.

"You always do this! Every time! 'I have everything under control', 'Oh don't worry, I know what I'm doing', 'Oh, I'm just bending the rules a little, it won't hurt anybody.' And every time it blows up in your face. Boom! The fourth of July party, Paris, that time you made vinegar in my aprt-"

"Now wait just a minute! You're one to talk, miss 'I blew up the chim lab three times'!"

Honey Lemon flinched. "It was only t-twice..... the other time was at HQ."

Varian folded his arms and gave her a judgmental stare. Part of her recoiled from the accusing glare, but another part of her was furious that he had managed to turn the conversation around against her, yet again. This part won out.

"It's not the same!"

"How, then? How is it any better? Face it. If the situation was reversed you'd be out there trying to rescue me too."

"I would not!.... Well okay, yes I would, but not like the way you went about it! I wouldn't try to take on those guys by myself. We work best as a team. You're all the time trying to go it alone and you don't have to." 

Varian rolled his eyes. "I'm not trying to prove something here. I didn't go after you alone because I didn't trust everyone. I did it because I'm the only one of us who knew how to ride a horse, and at the time, that was the only way to find you." 

"But had you just waited-" 

"And go mad wondering if you were alright!? If you were hurt!?" He threw the underwear down. "Every moment wasted was a moment those guys could have harmed you, or Gogo, or even Krei. I'm not losing anyone else!" 

"Well we don't want to lose you either, you… you… ooh you… Pajero!" 

Varian only looked at her, confused. He was sure she had thrown him an insult but he had no idea what it meant. 

"Wie würde es dir gefallen, wenn ich dich in einer anderen Sprache beleidige?" 

Honey Lemon paused mid-argument and blinked at him. 

"What?" 

"I said, 'Kak by vam ponravilos', yesli by ya oskorbil vas na drugom yazyke?'"

"Now you're just trying to show off." 

"Peut-être préférez-vous le français? Ça te plairait si je t'insultais dans une autre langue?" 

"Stop it!" She stamped her foot. 

"You started it!" 

"Arrrragghhh! Eres imposible!" 

She turned and stormed back over to the bed. She picked up a pillow to scream in it and then sat down in huff on the edge. 

"You're lucky I didn't pull out the Latin." He mumbled. 

Honey Lemon only glared at him. 

 He flinched under her gaze; immediately regretting the quip.

Then suddenly her anger melted away and she started crying.

Varian dropped all of his defensiveness and rushed to her side.

"Awe... Honey no... no, don't cry."

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug, whispering softly in her ear. "Bitte weine nicht liebchen. It's okay... See? I'm here. Everything's alright."

This however only seemed to upset her even more. "No... no it's not alright." She sobbed. "I just saw you fall over… an-and you weren't moving... and I ... I... oh... I hate this. I hate the stress. I hate feeling so helpless, and I hate how it seems like no matter what we do we're always fighting for our lives. Why can't we just be normal? Why?"

Varian frowned but he had no answer to give her.

Honey Lemon looked up at him, her emerald eyes shimmering with tears.

"You... you don't even know what normal is... do you?" She sniffled.

"I... have an idea..." He said, hesitantly.

She pouted as she absently fiddled with a button on his shirt pocket. "Imagine not having to fight all the time. Just going to school, and hanging out like regular teens... maybe, I don't know, going out for hamburgers or pizza in the middle of the night instead of patrolling the streets... or where the worst thing you do is play poker in the dorms instead of breaking and entering the museum to stop a supervillian from stealing priceless artwork."

Varian raised a confused eyebrow. "Since when poker even a bad thing?"

"Well.. not on its own, but you're not supposed to gamble."

Varian rolled his eyes. "America is so weird."

"Well then, what's 'normal' in your world?"

"Umm... farming, chores... going to the pub and listening to all the town gossip... Honestly there wasn't much to do growing up. I guess that's why I took up inventing. It was better than being bored all day."

He flashed her a smile but Honey Lemon didn't return it.

"Don't you miss it though? Don't you miss boredom sometimes? Instead of... of..."

"Fighting all the time?........Everyday."

"Then why did you do it?"

"Because... I'm afraid if I stop fighting... I could lose it all again. I finally got my life back together. It may not be 'normal' to you, but it's the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe; to keep everyone safe."

Honey Lemon sadly shook her head and more tears fell down her face. "And what happens to us if we lose you? Did you ever think of that?"

Varian blinked as if surprised by that response. "Well I... um... I just thought...."

"Thought what?"

"Nothing." He firmly shook his head and stood back up. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. I was just trying to help. Okay?"

Honey Lemon didn't necessarily argue with him, but she didn't accept his apology either. Instead she kept pouting at him, expectantly.

Varian sighed deeply. "Would it make you feel any better to know that I have experience with taking on a bunch of jerks while unharmed?"

"No!" She looked at him aghast. "How on earth is that any better!?"

"Because it means I knew what I was doing!"

"No it means that you're a stubborn idiot who doesn't think things through!" she yelled and tossed a pillow at him.

He caught it easily and gave her an annoyed glare. She ignored it, though.

"You might be a genius, but you don't know everything." She stood up and marched over to him wagging her finger. "And you need to stop taking such unnecessary risks!"

"Unnecessary!?" Varian shrieked. "What part of trying to keep my friends alive is 'unnecessary'?"

"We were fin-"

"No you were not fine! You were kidnapped and held at gunpoint! Nothing about that is 'fine'!"

Her bottom lip began to tremble as the enormity of what had just happened came crashing down around her again but Varian was now too incensed to slow down.

"Also it's not like I choose to have my village destroyed, or to be run out of my home by armed thugs! I had to fight back!"

Honey Lemon's eyes widened in horror.

"Do you think I had portal magnets or chimballs then? Do you think I had anybody backing me up? No! I didn't." He threw down the pillow in his hand. "A crossbow may not be the same as a laser gun, but either way I had to learn to dodge out the way quick. You wanna lecture me again about how 'unnecessary' that was, or how I don't know what I'm doing? Huh?"

Honey Lemon shook her head and covered her ears with her hands. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had known that Varian led a dangerous life before coming to San Fansokyo, but to hear him admit to what happened out loud made it all too real.

"No. No, no, no," She whispered over and over again to herself.

"Honey yo-"

"No. no. nononono-"

"Honey, you can't just ignore..."

"noooo. no. no. no-"

"Honey, stop." He grabbed her hands and firmly pulled them away from her ears. He didn't hurt her, but she was reminded how strong he was. He seemed to realize this the same moment she did. They stared at each other in shock and he immediately let go.

They stood there silently staring at one another for several moments, each unsure of what to do or say.

Varian was the first to break the silence as he cast his gaze towards. "Look, I know... okay? I know that I'm stubborn, and stupid, and a screw up. Alright? I know I'm reckless, and that I rush through things that I shouldn't. And I absolutely know how lucky I am to even be alive right now."

He lifted his eyes again and Honey Lemon felt as if his piercing gaze was staring into her very soul, begging her to understand him.

"But I also know the risk." His voice was chilling in its simple assertion, yet his whole demeanor softened with his next line. "You're more important."

He gently cupped her chin in his hand, and stepped closer. His thumb softly caressed the corner of her mouth as he leaned in closer. His voice barely above a whisper.

"You're worth any risk. You and the people that I love. Nothing is worse than losing someone you love."

His voice cracked at that last sentence and she could see the pain in his eyes. Honey Lemon blinked back her own tears and grasped  the hand that he held her with.

"B-but you're important too." She sobbed, as she turned her head and cradled his hand on her cheek. "Don't you understand? We almost lost  you ."

She looked back up at him, and his mouth tightened as he pressed his lips together. He clearly had no idea how to respond to such a statement.

"I... I'm sorry." He finally stuttered out.

It was a halfway apology. She knew deep down that nothing had changed, that he suddenly wasn't gonna be any more cautious or thoughtful than before, not when others were in danger instead. She didn't care though.

She flung herself at him, and he wrapped her into a tight hug; whispering calming words and reassurances in her ear as he ran his fingers through her hair.

She was safe. Everyone she knew was safe. He was here, as always, supporting her, holding her. It felt good to be held. She dug her hands into his shirt, and buried her face against his chest. Grounding herself with his warmth and the sound of his heartbeat. He was alive. They both were. That was all that mattered.

Suddenly the image of him falling again lifeless to the ground flashed through her mind. She let out a cry and wrapped her arms around him tighter.

"Shhh... no.. no. It's alright. I'm sorry. I'm here."

She could have sworn he kissed the top of head again just like he did two days ago when he rescued her out on the prairie. Her stomach did a little flip flop. 

"Promise you won't leave?" She begged.

"Wh-where would I go?" He asked, confused. 

Honey Lemon declined to answer; too afraid to give voice to her fears lest they came true. 

He placed his hands on her shoulders and stepped away from her embrace, forcing her to look him in the eye. 

"I promise I'll sit by you the whole trip back. How's that?" 

"P-promise?" 

"Promise." He pressed his forehead against hers. 

"And… and will you hold my hand?" She asked, blushing as she entwined his fingers in-between her own; their foreheads still pressed together.

"I won't let go until I safely get you home. I swear it." 

They were nose to nose now. Honey Lemon wasn't entirely sure what was happening nor what she was doing, but she felt his warm breath upon her lips. 

Was he going to kiss her? Did she want him to? 

She never got her answer. 

"Hey, what's taking so long? Everyone's waitin- oooh…" 

Honey Lemon jumped as Tadashi barged into the room. He looked both surprised and guilty. 

"Oh, um… Am I interrupting something?" He asked as he shuffled backwards. 

"No." Varian said tightly, indicating that Tadashi really was doing just that. 

"Well then… uh, the bus leaves in ten minutes. See you there." Then he turned and left the room, quickly closing the door behind him. 

Varian slowly closed his eyes and tilted his head back in frustration. Honey Lemon nervously bit her lower lip. The moment had been ruined and they both knew it, but neither wanted to be the one to bring it up. 

Finally Varian sighed and picked up her suitcase, stuffing the last bit of straggling clothes into its pockets. 

"We better get going." He said in his usual matter of fact manner. "Is there anything else?" 

Honey Lemon quickly did a once over of the room to make sure nothing was left behind. She grabbed her chimpurse, slipped on her shoes, and shook her head no. 

"Okay, then let's be off." 

He shouldered the duffel bag and held out his free hand towards her. She took it, and they walked out of the room together. True to his word, he held her hand the entire trip back. 

[samanthas-mess]

Subs of the Mafia (Level 5)

From the horrors I saw on the previous level, I braced myself for what was to come.

I was surprised when I saw a female capo. I heard her humming away.

It was actually pleasant. I saw how my character was back in the kitchen.

When the girl glanced behind her, she jumped and turned, fear in her face.

But upon seeing me, she placed a hand on her chest as she sighed with relief.

"Oh, it's only you." She smiled. "Sorry about my reaction. I'm Gogo. Lovely to meet you."

My avatar went to her and shook her hand. "Do you mind if I ask you something?" She questioned after we ended the handshake.

"Sure. What is it?" I asked. Widening her smile, she turned back to the table and grabbed what looked like a cake.

She showed it to me. I read what was written on it. 'Pedro'.

I actually found it very sweet. Does Gogo like this Pedro?

Gogo looked at me. I saw the love in her eyes. It was so heartwarming. "Do you think he'll like this cake?" She wondered.

My options appeared. 'Yes' or 'No'.

Of course I wanted to say yes. I found it adorable how this young capo put so much time and love into making this cake.

As I moved my cursor to yes, the options quickly disappeared as a voice began to speak.

"Gogo! Ready to bake together?"

I saw the fear returning in her eyes as she frantically looked around and desperately tried to hide the cake.

"K-Katsumi! I-I'm not done with the kitch-" the screen then flickered.

In a blink of an eye, I managed to see a frame of what I assumed was another Sub, stabbing Gogo in the chest as tears filled her eyes.

I screamed as the screen went back to normal. Gogo was nowhere.

Instead, the one who I assumed was Katsumi was there.

He was cutting into a chocolate cake. Upon seeing me, he smiled before putting the knife down and turning.

"If you're looking for Gogo. She unfortunately can't bake with us. Sad." He explained.

I moved my eyes to the floor. I saw blood spurts. I knew what had happened.

At the same time, I noticed the garage image on the floor. I gave it a click.

"I'm Katsumi by the way." The sub introduced. I reluctantly made my avatar shake his hand.

"When you're in the Mafia, it's always important to get along with others. One way to do that is by sharing." He explained.

He moved away from the table. "I can share the cake I baked with you." He signaled to the slices he cut.

"Which slice would you like?" He questioned. I looked at my options.

Small, medium, or large. It felt like it wouldn't matter what I picked.

I clicked on the medium slice. "Yum, that's the perfect size." He giggled as he grabbed a fork and placed it on the plate.

He then handed my character the plate, which they accepted.

My character took the fork and took a huge chunk of the slice and ate it.

"When you share, it shows you care about the one you're sharing with. Especially if you share secrets with one another." Katsumi continued.

He grabbed himself a slice. As he took a bite, he looked at me.

"Can I share a secret with you?" He wondered. His eyes showed innocence.

My options showed up. 'Yes' or 'No'.

I clicked yes. "Are you sure? It's a big secret." The sub warned.

The same options appeared again. I clicked yes again.

"Are you sure you can handle this secret?" He asked once more.

The options appeared yet again. My answer didn't change.

Katsumi then got close to my screen. "The cake you're eating is made of Gogo." He whispered.

My eyes widened with horror. There was no way what he said was true.

But sure enough, my avatar began visibly shaking, dropping the plate, causing it to shatter.

My character started to cough harshly as they fell to their knees.

Blood came out as they continued to cough violently. Their vision became blurry as they began to wheeze before collapsing.

I began to panic. Did I pick the wrong answer? Was I supposed to say no?

I became more terrified when I saw 'Level 5 Completed!'.

"How?!" I screamed as the game loaded the level selection again, showing how I unlocked the final level.

I felt my sanity leaving. I didn't want to continue this. It was like no matter what I did, there was no way to stop these Subs.

I took as many deep breaths as possible before I clicked on the final level.

My heart was already pounding hard. It was like it could explode.

I gulped as the level began to load.

Alternative:

He then handed my character the plate, which they accepted.

My character took the fork and took a huge chunk of the slice and ate it.

"When you share, it shows you care about the one you're sharing with. Especially if you share secrets with one another." Katsumi continued.

He grabbed himself a slice. As he took a bite, he looked at me.

"Can I share a secret with you?" He wondered. His eyes showed innocence.

My options showed up. 'Yes' or 'No'.

I decided to click no. It was obvious his secret was going to be that he murdered Gogo for literally no reason.

I already knew that.

After clicking it, Katsumi was somewhat surprised with my answer. "Oh." Was all he said.

He then gave my character a sarcastic look. "Fine then."

My character continued to eat away at the cake. As they were halfway done, they suddenly began to visibly shake.

"What's happening?" I asked. I watched in horror as my character fell to the floor. The plate was heard shattering.

I saw the capo's shoe as foam begin to pour out of my character's mouth.

The screen then shut off. I was terrified and highly confused at what just happened.

But what confused me more, was the sound of an oven beeping.

"I don't recall baking anything." I told myself as I left my room.

I made my way to my kitchen. Wondering how my oven activated.

As I entered, I froze. How in the world was Katsumi in my kitchen?

I saw him taking out what looked to be the exact cake from the game.

(He shouldn't be in the real world!) I thought. I took a few steps back, ready to run.

Only to see him charge at me, knife in hand. I felt a huge pain in my stomach.

I looked down, seeing the knife jab real deep into my stomach.

My blood dripping on the floor, my vision slowly fading to black before I pass out.