#n e way what do we think! Is anyone else as (un)normal about him as I am?

[writingbyshiloh]

3 Times You Hear People Refer to You as a Team and the 1 Time You Didn't

Berlin x Reader

CW: Reader goes by Vienna and is a medical person (only 2 lines about it!) suggestive content but no smut, sneaking around? no beta

AN: I’m so normal about Berlin I promise (lying). I'm definitely forgetting a CW but nothing too bad or dramatic happens. 

WC: 1.7k

“Wait, what's with team Germany? Two people with city names from the same country?” the dark-haired young man asks. You know his name is an American city, starting with a D. Dallas? Detroit? Denver!

It's obvious who half of the team is. Berlin is the capital of Germany. You don’t know who the second is. You frown while trying to remember the other city names in Europe. Oslo, Helsinki, and Moscow but none of them are in Germany. 

“Vienna?” you ask, pointing a finger at yourself.

His dad, Moscow smacks him on the back of his head. “Vienna’s not in Germany, dumbass.” 

Denver laughs, loud and not caring about his geographical mistake. “Right, it’s in Italy.” 

Others join in laughing at his second mistake. 

“It’s the capital of Austria?” You say bewildered. “They speak German but it's still very much in Austria.” 

Too late for you to interject, the team name had stuck.

The second time is during one of the many drills the professor makes at all hours of the night. You had an advantage, being awake and somewhat alert.

“Any man would forfeit his share of the heist for you to look at him like that,” Berlin says quietly, smoothing his hand down your back. You’re both stretched out on your bed, hardly dressed, with tired and heavy limbs. 

You feel your face heat up at the compliment but try to push it down. Both of you agreed to keep it casual but he has a hard time doing that. You stopped trying to kick him out immediately after sex to avoid his “theories” about how women need to be held. Why let him tell you when he can just do it? 

“Helsinki likes men.” you counter. His words are sweet, but you don’t have much faith in him, seeing as he’s a divorcee of 5. 

“He’s not blind, is he?” Berlin bumps his nose against your jaw, trying to get more space to kiss your neck. 

The buzzing alarm throughout the house saves you from trying to come up with a reply. You both slip out from your bed, rooting around the discarded clothes on your floor and chair. 

“Is this a weapons drill?” You ask quietly slipping a blanket over your shoulders to protect from the night air. Berlin cocks his head to the side listening to the three repeating beeps. 

“Yes.” 

You grab the fake weapons from your dresser specifically for these drills. You pass the fake gun to Berlin hoping it will look similar to his weapon, keeping the knockoff rifle for yourself under your blanket. Berlin kisses the corner of your mouth before opening your door and leaving towards his room. You slip out and go the other way, closer to the outside door.

You arrive at the checkpoint third, beaten by Moscow and Dever. Sometimes you hear them sharing a late-night smoke so they were probably awake. Half a minute after you Berlin arrives and Oslo follows next. The Professor nods his approval and writes down everyone's reaction time. As the rest of the group filters outside, Berlin subtly nudges your arm when Tokyo and Rio arrive together with one fake weapon between them, even though their rooms are in different parts of the house. 

Nairobi is last, her sleep mask pushed to her forehead, lamenting about how early is it, how others need their beauty sleep, not her though. You hold out both of your blanket-covered arms for Nairobi and Tokyo to cozy up against the chill on the night air. You used the same blanket when there was an evening fire a few days ago so the thick smell of smoke covers any hint of your time with Berlin. 

“Moscow, Denver, Team Germany, and Oslo. Congratulations on your fast reaction time and the attention you paid in the lessons, you’re free to back to bed. Nairobi, Tokyo, Rio, Helsinki, please have a coffee or a snack and meet me in the classroom in 10 minutes.” 

You have a warm bed waiting for you, possible company included, so you shrug out of your blanket, letting the other two share it. You shiver in the cold air and pick up the weapon before retreating into the house. 

The sun is hazy and low in the sky, calling to the bugs in the grass to move and flit around. There’s no actual lesson, but the Professor is answering questions anyone may have. Small groups have broken out, Nairobi, Helsinki, and Oslo all bonding while smoking, the Professor and Moscow talking about some negotiating, while Rio, Denver, and Tokyo are playing a card game, one filled with slapping hands on the table, and accusing one another of cheating.

You and Berlin are moving slowly to the song playing out on someone's radio. It’s not out of the ordinary, Tokyo declines every time he offers her a dance, and Moscow has no worries about spinning you around to whatever is on the radio. You even try to dance with Nairobi sometimes, both taking dramatic steps, more focused on making others laugh than the proper form.

There's still a small space between both of your chests trying to show nothing is going on between you both. It's hard though when he had two fingers hooked into the belt loops of your pants to push and pull you with ease. The dance is only a simple box step, step forward, to the side, step back, and then to the other side, but you can feel his charisma and passion in every step.

“Take a look at team Germany.” The professor says, drawing more attention to your little dance. “A negotiation is much like a dance.”

You break out of his hold to sip your drink before moving back into the starting position. With a nod for Berlin, you take a step forward and he gently pulls you in the same direction. You keep dancing, steps more slow and exaggerated for the demonstration, while he counts, a smooth repetition of one, two, three, four so the group can see the movements.

“Now…who is leading?” The Professor asks, the back end of his pen pointed at you both. Answers are overlapped, with no one strongly holding any opinion.

“Why would you say Vienna, Denver?” The Professor prompts, try to get someone to reach the answer before he needs to explain it.

“Vienna moves first, and steps forward. They’re leading.” Denver says. You can see Rio nod in agreement.

“No, it’s Berlin. Watch how he leads, helping Vienna follow.” Moscow points out.

“Yes, exactly. In a negotiation, it will be much the same. On the outside, it will look like the police are leading, and we are following. But actually…” The professor trails off, watching Team Germany dance.

You see Berlin raise his eyebrows, silently gesturing that he wants to spin you. You quickly nod, and at the start of the count, he pulls you close before pushing away. You spin away under his arm before turning back to the original dance position.

“We’re in control.”

You’re not sure if the hoots and claps from the table are for Berlin and you or the plan. You hope it's for both.

The fourth time you’re called Team Germany neither of you are around to see it.

“I think you look hot.” you tell Tokyo, sitting on her bed, watching her and Nairobi as they make last-minute adjustments to their outfits for the festival.

“You should come!” Nairobi begs you, holding out her hands to help you off the bed as if the only thing stopping you from joining is being stuck in place. You accept her help and allow her to pull you to a standing position.

“If I didn’t have a medical lesson with the Professor tomorrow, I would.”

“Oooo, sounds hot, are you going to study anatomy?” Nairobi teases. You know about how sexy she finds the Professor, something you can’t judge her for.

“No, it’s going over every medical misfire that can happen. Berlin and Helsi are going to be there too.”

You can’t tell if the look Tokyo is shooting at you is strange or if she's drunk. You don’t get the chance to ask her before Rio and Denver come crashing in.

“This is pure elegance, my friend.” Denver announces, dancing in his jacket, while everyone crowds around him.

“What the fuck! Is this Berlins?” Nairobi asks. You know it is but you don’t have a good reason to know so you let the others figure it out themselves. “He’s going to fucking kill you.”

Denver's cries of reassurance are drowned out by Tokyo shushing him and encouraging the group to get moving. In the corridor, everyone lowers their volume.

“Have fun! Be safe! Drink lots of water!” you wish Nairobi and Tokyo as they give you an over-friendly kiss fueled with alcohol. You try to wipe off the excess lipstick before giving up. Denver and Nairobi walk you back to your room on their way out, Tokyo and Rio getting something they forgot back in Tokyo's room.

Outside waiting with a cigarette, Denver reaches into the pocket of Berlin's coat and quickly retracts his hand.

“What's wrong? Cut yourself on one of his five previous wedding rings?” Nairobi asks, setting her cigarette aside to see what hurt Denver. More casually, he reaches into the pocket and pulls out a few items of jewelry. Laying them flat in his palm, he holds them up for Nairobi to examine.

“Holy shit! Those are Vienna’s.”

“Why does Berlin have them?”

“It’s fucking obvious, team Germany is fucking!”

“Who’s fucking?” Tokyo asks, arriving with Rio in tow, a few smears of lipstick around his mouth.

“Vienna and Berlin! Look!”

“What should we do? Tell the Professour?” Rio asks, surprised at the discovery. He missed all the signs from the past months that something was happening right under his nose.

“No! This is the perfect get-out-of-jail-free card.” Tokyo offers

“Tokyo you’re late to class” Nairobi says imitating the professor before using her regular voice “Well, team Germany is sleeping together!”

“No one says a word about this. We need to wait for the right time.” Tokyo says. She knows she and Rio won’t be hidden forever. But the leader and the medical expert sleeping together? That’s ammunition she can’t wait to use.

#good golly this is longer that most of the stuff I write ooof #berlin x reader #money heist x reader #x reader #n e way what do we think! Is anyone else as (un)normal about him as I am? #andres de fonollosa x reader

[yinyangswings]

Hanging off the Ledge

Fandom: Assassin's Creed Unity

Characters: Arno Dorian, Reader, Elise de la Serre (mentioned)

Pairing: Arno x femReader

Notes/Warnings: Implied thoughts of suicide, drinking, mention of vomit, used Google translate for my French so forgive me on that

Word count: 3088

Summary: You knew that there would always be trials when you fell in love with Assassin Arno Dorian. Knew that he had demons within him. What you didn't know was that your own demons would rear their heads at a vulnerable moment after an argument with him. Nor did you know that it would be Arno who finds you standing on the ledge of the South Tower of Notre-Dame, staring down at the streets of Paris.

She wandered around the streets of Paris. The moon mingled with the lamp light, the sound of men singing from the bars, dogs barking, a cat hissing from an alleyway.

She didn’t really notice.

“You’re going to get yourself killed if you keep being reckless like this, Arno!”

“For fuck’s sake Elise, I’m not a child!!”

She frowned, wrapping her arms around herself. The argument itself wasn’t a new one. She thought he was being reckless and he, as usual, didn’t appreciate being coddled. And if she was being truthful with herself, this hadn’t been the first time he had called her Elise by mistake. Right after she had died, he would call her that on a nearly daily basis. She had red hair. Elise had red hair. For a man who had been drinking away his sorrows, it hadn’t been a surprise to get the both of them confused. But as a few years had gone by and he had grieved correctly he had stopped. She had thought, naively apparently, that maybe he was beginning to move on. When they had gotten together she had thought that maybe he actually loved her. That, while Elise would always have some part of his heart, which she had expected, she could share with the ghost of his former lover.

But that seemed like it was a lost cause.

He doesn’t love you. He loves Elise. He’ll always love Elise over you. If he could save her by sacrificing you, he’d do it without hesitation.

She felt her eyes begin to burn and she roughly rubbed under them, pointedly ignoring the voice whispering in the back of her mind, but was pushing into her mind like a nail. She slowed when she found herself in front of Notre-Dame, the large building looming in the square. It wasn’t a church anymore. Some cult now ran it. The Cult of Supreme Being, if she remembered correctly. It was dark, signifying no one was likely in there.

Perfect.

She worked the door open and slid into the shadowed building. She remembered being a child and coming here once with her father and brother. It had been a beautiful cathedral, the stained glass glistening down upon the pews, the statues, the soft hymns of the choir.

She had gotten in trouble for staring too long, but she couldn’t help it. It had been a comfort for her.

It was now a shadow of what it once was. A daily reminder of the mistakes of this country. Of the change that had happened.

Just like you. You’re a mistake.

She found herself walking up the stairs in the back, her footsteps echoing despite being as quiet as she could. Several staircases, unlocking some doors, and climbing more stairs later she found herself in one of the towers, staring at the bells.

It was so quiet, only the wind passing through the room seemed to sing its song. She slid her hand across the one bell near her, feeling the chill of bronze soak into her hand. She jumped when her foot kicked something and she looked down to see a small crate of...wine bottles?

“Oh for God’s sake. Really?” She muttered, bending down to look at it more closely. It looked like someone had had the idea that no one would look for wine in an abandoned church.

Well...at least no one who wasn’t an assassin and knew how to pick locks.

She hesitated for a moment before she flipped the bottle over and looked at the label. It wasn’t even a good year. But it would do. She worked the cork out and took a swig, grimacing at the taste. She took another swig.

You’re useless. It’s no wonder your father died hating your existence. Why your brother died hating you.

And another.

You’re a disgrace to the Creed and the Brotherhood.

And another. The wine tasted bitter and she knew that she should stop, but it was helping with the pain, numbing it.

Arno will never love you. He will never see you as anything more than a replacement.

She coughed violently as she choked on the wine, not able to tell if the burn in her eyes was because of that or something else. She sank back, sniffling slightly and coughing at the burn. The voice was relentless.

Usually she could ignore it, plaster on a smile and carry on her day. But now…

Now…

Wouldn’t it be better if you just ended it?

As though to bolster the suggestion a sharp breeze rushed past her, creating a mournful sound through the tower she was in and she looked towards the opening.

And she took a step forward.

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Arno Dorian was not in the greatest of moods as he jumped from roof to roof. The argument was still fresh in his mind. He understood Y/N’s point of view on the whole thing, but he felt that he wasn’t a child that needed to be coddled. He was an assassin, just like her. He hadn’t appreciated her scolding him, but looking back it hadn’t been a critique but more of a worry of hers. And he yelled at her, making her leave their room and the Café. Which was why he was running around Paris like a lunatic in the middle of the night looking for her to apologize. He had considered waiting at the Café but after three hours, he began to grow worried. Even at her angriest, she hadn’t been gone that long.

His desperation was growing in stature when she wasn’t in any of her normal spots that she would go to. He was about to head back and see if she had made it back to the Café when the moon peeked out of the clouds and illuminated Notre-Dame. He spotted a flash of red on the top of the South Tower. He stumbled to a stop, looking up, squinting to get a good look, before hurrying over to the church, making short work of getting to the top.

Sure enough it was Y/N, sitting on the railing of the tower. She glanced over her shoulder, before looking back out towards the city.

“Bonjour Arno.”

“There you are.” He huffed, landing on the roof of the tower, a frown on his face. He took a step and blinked as he kicked a wine bottle, watching it roll away from him.

“...Fancy a drink tonight?”

“Casse-toi. Like you’re any better.” Y/N slurred, taking another swig from another wine bottle, swaying slightly in the wind.

“Y/N, get off the ledge.” Arno said evenly, despite his heart threatening to pound its way out of his chest. “You’ll fall, Cherié.”

She cackled, though there didn’t seem to be any humor in her voice.

“Wouldn’t that be…” She hiccuped. “Wouldn’t that be une tragédie? I’m sure my funeral would have a grand total of...one attendee; moi! They might even bury me, or they’ll just dump my body into the Seine.”

She laughed again though he frowned.

“Y/N.”

She glared at him, before rolling her eyes, and pointedly ignoring him, taking a swig from the bottle in her hand. She was silent, staring at the few people of Paris wandering around, unaware of the two assassins sitting above them.

“Suppose I’d need to avoid some random passerby though, oui? Can’t...can’t hurt an innocent because of the Creed.”

It was as if cold water had been dumped on him.

She couldn’t mean...she wasn’t seriously considering...

“Y/N, get off the ledge.”

It wasn’t a gentle request anymore. She scoffed, standing like a child who was being called home during a riveting game of tag and didn’t want to. She swayed and stumbled on it, drawing closer to the edge.

“And if I do that by jumping off? No stacks of hay down there that I can see.” She asked good naturedly, her voice amazingly calm.

“Y/N, don’t joke like that.”

“Who’s saying I’m joking?” She hummed, twirling in an unsteady circle, swaying backwards. Arno dashed forward, grabbing her arm and yanking her back onto the roof, the bottle falling out of her hand and disappearing over the edge. He could only hope it didn’t hit anyone below as his arms folded around her, holding her close as she began to fight against him.

“Avez-vous perdu la raison?” He snapped. “Why would you even consider killing yourself?!”

“Because the place would be better without me!”

Arno staggered backwards as she kicked at his legs, his mind reeling, trying to catch up with the situation, but unable to comprehend it.

“What are you talking about?! Do you know how devastated we’d be if you died?!”

“Who, Arno? Who would fucking miss me!?” She cried, fighting against him. “My family is gone, Arno! My brother died hating me because of the reason I was even brought into this world! Father hated me because I killed Mother! Name on fucking person who would care if my brains splattered on the steps of Notre-Dame below!”

“Me!”

To that she let out a laugh that could have been a sob.

“You? YOU!?” Her voice went into hysterics. “You don’t give a damn about me! You never did!”

“Y/N, what’s gotten into you!? Of course I-”

“I’M NOT ELISE!”

He went still and he released her in shock. She stumbled away, but didn’t attempt to jump off the ledge again. She seemed to curl into herself, tears sliding down her face as she looked at him.

“You think...you think I’m stupid? Or blind? You don’t think I don’t know that you see Elise every fucking time I fucking turn and you see my hair, or when we spar, or...or argue? You think I’m that blind to not see that ache in your eyes every damn time you even look at me?? For fuck’s sake Arno, you’ve called me her damn name tonight!” She inhaled sharply, trying to stop crying, but failing. His eyes darted from side to side, replaying the argument earlier in his mind, before his eyes widened.

“Y/N, I didn’t-”

“Do you know how much it hurts trying to pretend I’m happy, when I’m reminded daily just how unnecessary and unwanted I am in this world? How much better you and this world would be without me? You want Elise back so much but I’m not Elise. I can’t be her. I can’t even begin to compare to her.” She whimpered. “I’m an assassin, but I was literally only born to be that because my brother was too sickly to be one. And despite that, despite working day in and day out to prove to him I could be a good assassin, I know that my father didn’t even want me! So...so why even bother being here? No one wants me, Arno. I’m just...just this big mistake...I...I…”

“Ma Cherié…” He said, his voice suddenly rough and he hurried over to her, pulling her to him again. She struggled for a moment, beating at his chest to get him to let go. He did not, digging his hand into her hair to keep her still. “Ma Cherié, no.”

“Let go, Arno!”

“No. Not until you listen to me.” He said. “I know I make mistakes. Too many to count. I hurt you so much without even realizing it. And you are the most patient woman to not murder me in my sleep for that.” He trailed off, swallowing noisily, “Oui, there are times I think about Elise, and wonder what life would be if she was still alive, and oui sometimes there are moments where I see her in you.”

She struggled against him again and he thanked the wine running through her right now. At least he could get her to listen to him.

“But that doesn’t mean I’d be better off without you. That I don’t want you here.”

She went still.

“I love you Cherié. I love you so much. You don’t deserve all this pain and weight I’ve put on your shoulders. Especially with Elise. There are similarities between the two of you, but the differences outweigh them. Christ...I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve anything you give me.”

He moved her head away, cupping her face in his hands, brushing away the tears that were sliding down her cheeks.

“I don’t deserve waking up with you curled up to me and if I try to leave the bed, you hold onto me because it’s not yet time to wake up in your mind. I don’t deserve listening to you hum as you’re fixing a stitch in our robes while leaning against me, or your laughter when you’re sparring and you’ve pinned me. I don’t deserve having you scold me for being an idiot on a mission, yet having my back on said mission. I don’t deserve any of that.”

She stared at him and he gave a desperate laugh, his eyes glittering in tears.

“But even though I don’t deserve it, every day you bless me with those tiny memories. How could I be better off without you?”

She inhaled sharply, tears sliding down her cheeks. She let out a soft keening sound, closing her eyes tightly as a sob tore out of her throat, silencing the voice that was begging her to just pivot and jump.

“I can’t Arno...I just...I…I...I don’t know what to do.”

She heard him inhale shakily and felt him kiss her brow. He seemed to be shaking as well. He pulled her back into a hug, and she didn’t resist this time, just sobbing, face pressed into his shoulder.

“...Let’s go home.” His voice whispered into her ear after several minutes, rough as though he was holding back emotions. She nodded weakly, and he lifted her and carried her away. Before she could even object, he was walking down the stairs and past the bells of Notre-Dame.

She didn’t remember how exactly they got back to the Café Theatrë. She did remember having to stop several times in alleyways to puke her guts out from all that damn wine she drank. She remembered that Arno’s touch never seemed to vanish. Whether it was holding her hair away from the vomit, rubbing her back as she heaved, or holding her close to make sure she didn’t fall flat on her face when she stumbled away, he was always touching her.

The last thing she really remembered was going up the stairs to their room, being laid down on the bed and feeling a kiss against her temple. The next thing she knew, the sun was beaming into the room and her head felt like it had been used as a drum.

She let out a groan and curled up under the blanket, trying to rid herself of the headache. Distantly she heard a soft chuckle and then the clink of a cup on the nightstand.

“Can’t say I envy you. I know from experience it isn’t fun. Though this is a change in roles from what I usually remember.” Arno’s voice said softly. She muttered an expletive and peeked her head out from the covers. Arno sat down on the edge of the bed, offering a smile.

“Whatimeizzit?”

“It’s close to noon. I figured with the amount of drinking you did last night, you earned your sleep.”

Y/N groaned, covering her face with the blanket again.

“Come on. Let’s get some food into you. I promise you’ll feel much better.”

“If I ever go towards a wine bottle again, you are free to spank me.” She muttered, finally leaving the cocoon of blankets and Arno smiled.

“Oui m'dame. Granted, while it is a tempting offer, I have a feeling that’s not going to happen anytime soon.” He said and she snorted, instantly regretting it and cursed under her breath. He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead before handing her a pastry.

“Eat.”

She wasn’t really hungry, but nibbled on it anyways, glancing over at him as he watched her. He was just staring at her as though making sure this wasn’t a dream and she was actually sitting in their bed alive and well, despite the hangover. He had dark bags under his eyes, which were curiously bloodshot. He was wearing the same clothes he had been wearing the night before. Almost as if he hadn’t...

“Did you stay up the entire night?” She muttered in surprise, realization dawning slowly in her hungover brain.

“...I wanted to make sure you didn’t try and leave to go back to Notre-Dame.” He finally said and she grimaced, looking away.

"Je suis désolé, Arno. I didn’t-”

“No! No, don’t apologize...just...is that the first time you’ve...that you’ve considered that?”

She shrugged.

“I’ve never gone as far as I did last night...but there’s always that voice in the back of my head saying that everyone would be better off if I wasn’t around...I don’t usually listen to it. But it was just...so loud last night. It drowned everything else out.”

“Y/N…”

She shifted away, embarrassed. He swallowed roughly before cupping her face, brushing a thumb against her cheek bone. She leaned into his touch, finally looking up at him.

“If it does happen again, if that voice becomes too loud?” He asked softly. “Find me. I meant what I said last night. I love you. I don’t deserve you, but I love you. And I’ll spend every day I have remaining telling you that. So find me, and I’ll put to rest any worry you have.”

She nodded, closing her eyes as he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and then very delicately her lips, before resting his forehead against hers.

It wasn’t a clean fix. There were still problems that needed to be discussed. Issues that needed to be talked about. In the future he would have nightmares of wondering what if he hadn’t gone looking for her, if the next day they had found her body at the steps of Notre-Dame, and waking up in a cold sweat to check and see if she was still there next to him, still breathing. For a while after, she couldn’t go near Notre-Dame, couldn’t even take a sip of wine before her stomach revolted at the contents because it reminded her of that night.

But right then and there, it didn’t matter.

She was sitting there breathing, and in his arms.

And that was all Arno Dorian cared about.

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Translations:

Bonjour : Hello

Casse-toi: Fuck off

Cherié: Sweetheart

Une tragédie: A tragedy

Moi: Me

Oui: Yes

Avez-vous perdu la raison: Have you lost your mind?

Ma Cherié: My Sweetheart

Oui m'dame: Yes Ma'am

Je suis désolé: I am sorry

#assassin's creed #assassin's creed unity #arno dorian #arno x reader #tw: suicide attempt #tw: mental health #elise de la serre #reader #jamfics #assassin's creed imagine #assassin's creed headcanon #arno dorian imagine #arno dorian headcanon

[alicemitch09writes]

(un)loving miya atsumu

fourteen.

loving miya atsumu

Dear Atsumu,

I hate how much your face is the first thing that comes to mind when I think about the word - ‘happiness’ and ‘love’. Happiness, because it radiates off your bones, no matter the situation, in court when up against strong opponents, thwarting plays with a setter dump or when you’re up serving, or when pulling off nasty quicks with your brother or any other player, off court when you fight with Osamu over the last ice cream at the convenience store, when you share a stupid joke with your dad, or even when you’re with the people you care about. Love, because you do everything with just the right to too much amount of love, pouring your everything in it, pouring your heart in the things that make you happy may it be volleyball, Osamu, your family, Mika- not a single wasted opportunity to convey your love and happiness. Nobody compares the way you do.

You’ve set a standard for almost everything, which is why you expect nothing for the best to be at the receiving end of both happiness and love.

I hope you know that to me; you are the embodiment of both happiness and love. Because I really hate how you remain the embodiment of these two words I have difficulty expressing.

Your name literally translates to 'to devour' and in a sense, you are someone who happily, readily accepts love and happiness on a daily basis, allowing it to fill you up to the core and share it with everyone.

You are everything that is everything – the sun after a stormy day, the sunshine in my veins, the kiss of the wind against my skin, the light to my darkness, my sunflower. You are everything to me, and to you, I offer, my whole heart, which you don’t have to worry returning, because it’s yours. Always has been.

     - (Y/N)’s letter, 1 out of 13

"MIKA!" launching yourself at your big sister, engulfing in a hug, the two of you laughed. Breaking away, you held your older sister an arm's length, taking her in. "You're home! You're here!" The excitement was evident in your tone, a bit of confusion as well, at the joyful arrival of your big sister.

"Just thought I'd surprise you!"

Frowning slightly, you ask again. "But how about school?"

"I'm on break!"

"Alexander and Pien?"

"The family's currently on vacation in Spain," sensing another question coming, she furthers. "the parents were the ones who arranged this trip, because they know it would mean the world to me and I would never want to miss my little sister's big day."

The grin on your face softened, engulfing your sister into a hug again. "I'm just so happy you're here,"

"Me, too."

Despite everything that went down, before anything else in the world, this was your sister – your best friend by design. After months apart, talking to her virtually for a year, having her in person was such a delight. Seeing her home was probably the best graduation gift you could ask more.

Swaying into your hug, relishing in the feeling of her touch, Mika slowly opens her eyes, seeing the twins, finally remembering that they weren't alone.

"Oh, no! I'm so sorry!" dropping the hug, she turns to the twins. "Atsumu, Osamu, hello!"

"Welcome back, Mika-nee," says Osamu.

"H-Hey Mika-nee," Atsumu stutters.

Something unsettled in your belly, coming at a screeching halt at the reunion. You could feel Osamu's eyes on you. Balling your hands into fists, you swallowed that ugly feeling, wearing a smile on.

"Shall we head inside?" Nobody seemed to notice the slight crack in your voice, which you were thankful for. Lowering your head, your eyes easily found your graduation pin, a reminder. 

Atsumu, however, seemed out of it. Even in the presence of his first love, he didn't seem the least happy to see her. In fact, he almost looked, dare you say, troubled.

While the three of you were taking off your shoes, the house filled with joyous noises from both families, you turned to the blond-dyed teen worriedly.

"Atsumu, are you alright?"

Is he alright? How was he supposed to feel? Mika was right there! Mika, the person he's been in love with since he was 9. Love, right? She's always been his standard, the perfect girl for some just as perfect as him. Boyfriend be damned. Mika was there. Mika was here. Shouldn't he be happy?

"Atsumu?" At the sound of your voice, he worked on a feeble smile, worrying you even more.

Snapping out of it, he quirks his lips up. Before you can say another word, his grandparents come barrelling down the hall to greet you three.

Atsumu's smile was worrying.

"How I've missed Japanese food!" Mika gushes at the table, eyes bright at the food on display – especially at the seafood, care of your uncle (of course).

Laughing, the twins' father turns to her. "What's wrong with Dutch food, Mika-chan?"

Aside from sushi, there was an assortment of dishes like tempura, sauteed vegetables, salad, grilled meat, roast beef and chicken, and two cakes. With a feast like this, calling for the occasion, it was enough to water anyone’s mouth.                                          

"It's alright, but kinda bland." they laugh at that.

You sat next to your sister, Kaoru on your other side. Across you sat the twins, Atsumu directly in front of you. Catching his eye, he quirked his lips up – smile seeming forced.

Your mom was all smiles, lifting her glass up. “Well now, let’s make a toast to our graduates!”

"To our bright and wonderful children!” your uncle seconds, joyfully, loudly. “To Atsumu, Osamu, and (Y/N)! Cheers!"

"Cheers!" Everyone was clinking their glasses against each other before digging in.

The adults were usually doing the talking, exchanging pleasantries about this and that, while the youngins were on a world of their own. It only made sense why the (extended) table was divided into two – young and old.

Lifting his gaze, Atsumu could see you chatting up with his grandparents, a pleasing and polite smile on your face. As his grandma was sharing about her newest hobby, you were wiping Kaoru’s face clean, much to the younger boy’s displeasure.

“Atsumu, I hear you’ve been scouted by a pro-league?”

Suddenly called by Mika, he was suddenly on the spot. Normally, he would preen, just to keep those bright (e/c) eyes on him. When in truth, he wants another pair of eyes on him.

“Oh, uh…yeah, that’s right.”

“Pfft, what kinda energy is that?” booms his dad’s voice, ringing throughout the room. “Give it more life, Atsumu!” Beside him, his mom pats her husband’s arm, smiling per usual, but had a loving look in her eyes.

“What team are you joining?”

“MSBY Black Jackals,” he replies, staring at his plate. “they’re based in Osaka.”

Atsumu still remembers the day you approached him, shared with him how a scout agent had approached you first, then asked for Atsumu’s contact information. He was so over the moon after you told him that.

“Oh! So it’s close by!”

“Yeah.”

“That’s nice, you don’t have to worry about university and just continue doing what you do best. I’m jealous.”

Atsumu works on a faint smile, happy to hear it.

You watched the whole exchange from the corner of your eye, taking a bite of sushi before washing it down with soda, swallowing down the lump in your throat as well.

“Nee-san,” something pat at the corners of your mouth, Kaoru grinning. “your mouth was messy!”

Smiling, you could only pat his head in gratitude. “Thank you, Kaoru.”

“And how about (Y/N)-chan?” the Miya’s grandmother asked you suddenly, bringing the attention to you.

Now at the center of attention, you set down your plate. “Um…I’ll be studying at Hiroshima University.”

“Hiroshima! That’s four hours away from here?” whines the twins’ mom, to which your uncle and mom shrugs easily.

“Well, it was her decision.”

“Waseda was also in her list, but she opted for Hiroshima University.”

Nearly choking on his drink, the twins’ father turns to you. “Wa-Waseda!?”

“Dad, calm down!” Atsumu berates, embarrassed. Beside him, Osamu just helps himself to another serving, handing his grandfather another, too.

“Don’t underestimate Waseda, Atsumu! That’s one of the most prestigious schools in Japan!”

Atsumu knows that very well, because you told them about it. Just that…

“Well, she didn’t pass.” Huffs your uncle, but goes on to explain rather excitedly. “So she went for the next big thing – Hiroshima University!”

“Dad, didn’t we already tell you this?” Osamu frowns, rice sticking to his cheek. “We also told you she passed the exams.”

Their dad deflated at that, scratching at his cheek. “A-Ah, eh…you know your old man, he’s getting old and his memory’s failing him.” Everyone in the table laughs, even young Kaoru!

“Still, Hiroshima’s a long way from here, (Y/N)-chan,” their grandfather turns to you. “Why not join Osamu at Kobe University? Or Atsumu in Osaka at Kansai University?”

Shrugging, you reached over to refill his glass. “I wanted a change of pace, I guess. Also,” sitting back, you brushed strands of hair behind your ear, exposing your conch piercing. “I had a bit of epiphany when we had our class excursion there.”

The adults smile at your words, Mika, most especially.

“Well, I know you’ll do well there which is why we want you to have this,” from his pocket, the twins’ grandfather produced three envelopes – for you, Osamu, and Atsumu. To say that the three of you were shocked would be an understatement. “Here,”

Ever so carefully, the three of you took the envelope with both hands.

“Go on, open it!” says their mom excitedly, recording with their phone.

“OH MY GOD MOM, YOU’RE EMBARRASSING US!”

“Open, open!” their grandmother clapped her hands excitedly, sharing the same sweet smile as her husband.

Glancing at each other, the three of you seemed to share the same idea.

“On three?”

Nod.

“One,”

“Two,”

“Three!”

Outside the window, the wind blew, sending a draft it in (L/N) household. One glance and you were greeted by a world painted in pink hues, blushes of nature come in falling petals – spring has come alright.

In your subdivision, there was only one cherry blossom tree that was planted in the playground just behind your house. At the epicentre of your neighbourhood, like a heartbeat that connected each household to its beating. When spring comes, it blooms, shedding off its petals, scattering against the wind everywhere – for everyone to see.

A chance to bring spring into their homes, to enjoy moments like these without having to worry about leaving. Like a hanami at home.

“Ohhh.”

“…we got money.”

“Granny, Gramps, thank you so much!”

“Use the money wisely now!”

“I’m jealous,” Mika tells you, watching the twins. “you three got to share moments like these, have been for years. But now,” her smile falters a bit. “you’re off on your separate ways. Will you be okay?”

Your big sister will always be your best friend, one deigned to you since you were born and because of blood. But having friends of your own was another story, especially worth noting just how quiet you can be, which is why when they moved to Hyogo and were introduced to the twins, it made her feel settled. The three of you were inseparable, always together, a bond she envied.

At this point in your life, there was no denying the consequences of growing up.

“We all have our own different dreams and ambitions, so it’s only normal that we chase after it.” Taking a sip of your drink, your eyes catch on Osamu. “Osamu’s not as ambitious as his brother, but he’s just as competitive – especially when it comes to his future and happiness.”

“True, but a shame that he’s not going pro like his brother, they would be such a team!”

It would, years of watching them grow together was enough of a testament. The most powerful twins in volleyball.

“They’ll always have volleyball and each other. But when it comes to happiness, that’s another story.” Recalling Osamu’s soft gaze on the finished onigiri he made, the tale he shared afterwards. “Osamu’s happiness in with cooking and food.”

Humming, Mika takes her own drink, sipping in.

“And the thing with Atsumu is that’s he’s always looking forward, never once settling on the past knowing that it will hold him back. In fact, he’s always looking ahead that he tends to forget what he’s doing in present time.”

“It sounds like he’s taken to heart your club motto, huh? ‘We don’t need memories’.”

It was such a powerful motto – moving and inspiring all at once. From the moment your eyes saw Inarizaki’s banner when you were young to the moment you became manager, that motto has stuck with you the most. You love that motto, love its implication and even took it by heart.

“We can’t always be ruled by our past after all.” You set your drink down. “How else are we going to move forward?”

Atsumu stared at the ceiling before him, having given up tossing and turning for the past few hours. After the third hour, he threw in the towel – he was restless, unable to fall asleep from everything that’s happened today. It’s as though he found himself at an impasse – unsure of what he’s been holding on to, unable to comprehend how he should feel with everything going on.

Mika was home. Feelings he’s had for her…surfaced. He thinks. Atsumu broke into a sigh, sitting up, he was a mess.

Suddenly, he heard rummaging from below him, muted light glowing from below.

“’Samu?” he called out.

“Ah, shit.” Osamu craned his head, meeting his eyes. “Sorry, ‘Tsumu. Did I wake you?”

Shaking his head, Atsumu noted that Osamu was dressed up. “Where’re you headed?”

“Out.” He pockets his phone and wallet away.

“By yourself?” When his brother shakes his head, Atsumu shifts from his spot, asking again. “With whom?”

“…with (Y/N).”

Atsumu was silent for a while, coming to realization how Osamu sneaks out a lot in the past. It shouldn’t be a question and should be easy to tell who he usually hung out with late at night.

“Can I come?”

Osamu’s blinked at that. Atsumu waits, hopes. He watches as his brother looks at his phone, then back to his brother. Eventually, he exhales through his nose, wearing a half-smile as he nods slowly.

“Yeah, come on.”

Smiling, Atsumu feels excited as he gets down from his bunk and quickly changes. Following his brother's lead, ever so quietly the twins trudge out of the house, careful not to make any loud noises (which honestly, they shouldn't even bother for everyone in their family were heavy sleepers), door closing shut behind him. It amazed Atsumu how his brother does it all with practiced eased.

Spring evening was chilly, biting at his skin, nipping his nose. Good thing he thought of putting on his hoodie.

Together, the twins head out their house, bypassing their gate and turn, towards the (L/N) house next door where a figure waited.

Dressed in an oversized hoodie that stopped by your mid thighs, gazing up at the night sky in thought, in waiting.

"Yo, (Y/N)."

Lowering your head, (e/c) eyes widened slightly once realizing your best friend didn't come alone. At this, Atsumu raised a hand in greeting.

"Hey, (Y/N). Mind if I tag along?"

You shrug easily, standing to your full height. "Sure, why not."

Spring night was cool and crisp, biting almost – remnants from winter’s past.

Three teens walk along their quiet neighbourhood, cruising along houses for some few blocks until reaching a brightly lit establishment just next to the main road.

Upon entering the store, the cashier – a smiling, tired-looking woman, nods at Osamu and you, eyes shining in familiarity. A recurrence, it seems. Despite the wee hours of the night, the stillness of the silence, bright lights flooded the establishment with a multitude of goods lined up, budget meals prepped and ready, everything seemed liked a sight for any customer.

Following after Osamu, the two cruised through the aisles, his brother grabbing some chips and a seasonal onigiri, the twins nearly towering over. Reaching the end, he felt a chill, realizing he was by the frozen section, with you eyeing the selection with pursed lips.

"Aren't you full from all the food we ate earlier?" Atsumu laughs, standing next to you.

"Lest you forget, Osamu has a black hole for a stomach. I'm on my period, so I have cravings." Saying this, you stare at the selection of ice cream.

"How about curfew?" You were such a stickler for rules, this was so new to him.

Shrugging, you picked up strawberry and chocolate brownie. "Osamu and I sometimes pass off as adults. Plus, this neighborhood tends to be complacent when it comes to curfew."

He smirks. "So you're using that to your advantage, huh? Smart girl."

Your only reply was bumping your shoulder against his, putting the strawberry ice cream in his hands. Which he decidedly takes.

Over your meals, the three of you share laugh, meals, and talks. Unable to help himself, and taking a page from his mother, Atsumu takes a selfie to commemorate the moment, uploading instantly to his social media.

To any other bystander – or whoever sees Atsumu’s selfie, it was nothing more than a teenage hang out with your childhood friend and brother. Rather picturesque of perfect innocence, measured smiles, occasional banter highlighted only by the lights of the sleepy convenience store, saturated by the spring evening.

A moment that sent a lurch down each of your hearts at the knowledge that moments like these were numbered. Caught up in the moment, Atsumu desperately wished for time to freeze, wishing his life was always like this.

Nostalgia filled the night, between childhood friends – like that year of silence meant nothing. It was enough to choke Atsumu, bring him to tears with how much he's missed this. Memories from his past painted into his present with bright hues and ink, he wanted them to stay, etched on his skin - unready to have them washed away when the morning comings.

Late-night snacks ended up with the twins sneaking their game console to the (L/N)'s household, talks continue even as you three were playing video games until the wee hours of the morrow, filled with more talks that piled conversation over conversation, talking as though they had a clue – leaving you all breaking into fits of silly laughter.

Just as you landed second in Mario Kart, Osamu conked out first.

"I swear, he sleeps like a fucking log," Atsumu says, watching you carefully set Osamu's head on your lap, patting his head gently.

Smiling softly, you carefully take the blanket you snuck and tucked him in, and yourself, too. Atsumu stood to turn off the console and the TV, filling the room in darkness. However, the glow from the moon outside was enough to illuminate the living room.

"You'll be heading off to Hiroshima, right?" he whispers, reaffirming the question thrown to you earlier that day, you nod. "Wow,” sitting next to you, on the edge of the sofa, he settles in. “big step."

"I figured that I'd like to open my horizon, have a new pace."

Atsumu remembered the peaceful look on your face when they had their class excursion there, smiling at the memory and a bit on the history of the city.

"Like a fresh new beginning, huh?"

Nodding, eyes beginning to droop, Atsumu carefully brings your head to his chest, falling back. "Like you...you'll be off to Osaka...for MSBY Black Jack'ls" you slur. "Osamu's staying here..."

Humming, he brushes away hair from your face, listening to your voice against Osamu's snores.

"You seem t'be doin' fine," he almost laughs at how thick your Kansai was when you were on the brink of sleep. "'ve always been." Taking an inhale, through your exhale you say, "you don't need me, Atsumu, you never have." and then you slipped off to sleep.

How he envied the friendship you had with Osamu, the one thing that connected you both in the first place. Taking your left hand in his, fingers slotting together, scarred fingers touching against each other, he noses at your forehead, lips a hairsbreadth away from your skin.

“Oh, you have no idea just how wrong you are, (Y/N).” lips pressed the lightest kiss, the moon and the stars as his witness. “I’ll always need you.”

You must've heard him in your sleep, because you were smiling, adorably. It was the last sight he saw before Atsumu slipped off, as well. 

Dawn broke out slowly, as it always did in Hyogo, light streaming, searching almost for signs of life in the living room. With the sun slowly making its way up, light follows upwards, eventually finding three bodies knocked out in the living room - sleeping rather awkwardly with two boys sandwiching a girl, peaceful, lost in silence. Somewhat, it was a familiar sight.

Waking up to the smell of breakfast, Atsumu woke with a start, blinking wearily as he took in his surroundings. Right, he snuck out with Osamu and stayed over at the (L/N)’s.

Lifting his head, a ghost of a smile found its way on his face when a mop of (h/c) came to view, your hand still in his. Strands of hair littered your face, which he quickly swept away, causing you to stir.

"Good morning, sleepyheads!" a cheery voice greeted from the kitchen. "Hope you like pancakes!"

Fresh out of bed, with her hair in a messy bun with an apron on was Mika, she looked pretty, adorable even. Atsumu should've been happy by the sight of this, captivated even. But he felt nothing.

At the mention of pancakes, Osamu sleepily lifts his head, in alert, eyes still pinched close. Slowly, you rose from Atsumu’s chest, having used it as a pillow last night, rubbing at your eyes.

“Mornin’ (Y/N),” he laughs.

Blinking your eyes open, with the sight of Atsumu in front of you, between his legs, realizing your sleeping position from last night, instantly your face heated, darkened. “A-Atsumu! A-Ah…Um…G-Good morning…” folding his legs back, he did a stretch, Osamu slowly coming to beside you. “Did you sleep well? Does your neck hurt? Your back?”

Your concern was honestly adorable – like your morning self, it made his heart warm.

“No worries, I slept great!”

True to his word, the rest of the morning went swimmingly over heaps of pancake and another selfie.

“I fear you’ll be taking after your mother in that aspect.”

“Wow, selfie whore.”

“SHUT IT, ‘SAMU!”

After breakfast, the twins had to head back home, to greet their grandparents while you started packing. When lunch came, the twins were back – freshly changed and all. At the sight of them, your mom couldn’t help gushing that ‘it takes me back!’ to which your uncle laughed at heartily, welcoming the boys in before they both left for work.

“Oi, Kaoru what’re you doing?” Osamu asked, watching how as your brother stood on a dining chair he grabbed, pushed it against the wall as he reached up, tying something by the window.

Squinting, you asked. “Is…that a teru teru bozu?”

“Yep!” he smiled, letting the doll face outside, getting another balled-up doll from his pocket. “Nee-san’s birthday’s in a few days, don’t want it to rain then!”

“Kaoru, aren’t you a little too old for superstitions?”

“I’m only 13!”

“Yes, but there’s no scientific proof that they prevent rain from coming. Plus, it’s spring, it’s not so hot of a season for rain to fall.”

Miffed by your explanation, he turned, nearly toppling over had he not righted himself quickly. “You don’t know that, nee-san!” Kaoru hopped off the chair, pouting at you.

“Yeah, what the brother boy said!” Atsumu seconded.

“Better safe than sorry!”

You could only sip on your drink in reply, hiding the smile. Osamu gave you a funny look, amused.

“Plus, it has to be sunny on nee-san’s birthday! We’re going to-“ before Kaoru could finish, Mika appeared, slapping a hand on his mouth.

“Hey, how about I make us pasta for lunch?”

Instantly, Kaoru’s face brightened. “Yay, pasta!”

“By the way, (Y/N),” she calls to you. “Reiki’s coming over with the pizza you like that his friend makes, the spinach one and garlic shrimp?”

At the mention of the aforementioned pizzas, your lips quickly quirk up. It was so hard to find those specific flavors around Kobe, the last time you had them was probably before Mika left. Thankfully, Reiki, being the social butterfly that he was, knew a lot of people.

“Your boyfriend has my many thanks,”

Mika laughs, making you realize a little too late on the words that left your mouth. Sliding your eyes to Atsumu, you were surprised to find that he seemed relatively fine, cordial even.

When Reiki came with the pizzas later, pasta ready and waiting, you all feasted, but not before Atsumu insisted on a selfie with everyone.

“I swear, you’re turning to Ma and it’s scaring me,” Osamu tells his brother with a disgusted frown.

“Watch your mouth, ‘Samu that’s still our Ma!” Atsumu angrily bites off his pizza. “Is it so wrong to capture moments frozen in time!?”

“Wow, that was a rather poetic way of saying it,” you noted, nodding your thanks at Reiki would gave you two slices each of the pizzas.

“Come on now, let’s not fight!” Reiki says calmly, undeterred by the twins. “Let’s just eat, yeah?”

A long-distance relationship seemed to work fine for your sister and Reiki. Clearly, distance makes the heart fonder with how lovey-dovey they seemed. A peek over at Atsumu, and you’d half-expect him to go batshit crazy. But no. If anything, he seemed perfectly fine.

“Atsumu, do you have a minute?”

As Atsumu walked off with your sister, you could only watch, lips quirking into a smile. For some reason, you felt fine with that, too.

It was probably when they first moved to Hyogo that Atsumu’s eyes fell to Mika, the ever-smiling, ever-kind oldest daughter. There were plenty of reasons to like her: she was pleasant, polite, pretty, smart, athletic, and kind. For years, Atsumu has always set her as his standard for his ideal woman, even assured himself that he was at her level (which shouldn’t be so hard, thanks to his genetics).

For the first time in the forever, he thought of finally confessing to her his feelings, that chance that he’s waiting for so long.

And yet, as the two enter the backyard, the door sliding shut behind him, Atsumu turns to Mika, with a question that’s been burning on to the back of his head for a while now.

"Why did you do it?"

"Huh?" Mika looks up in surprise, letting go of the door handle.

"Why'd you to talk to him?" Atsumu felt his patience running thin, anger building.

Mika's perfect face falls into confusion, exposing the cracks underneath. This was clearly not what she intended to talk about, but Atsumu didn’t care, he was leading this conversation now. Honestly, it feels like he’s finally seeing her for who she really is – for the first time, the rosy lenses he had of her were torn away.

Him, being their dad.

Pressing her lips together, a fist to her mouth, contemplating on her response. "...I just...I wanted..."

"A connection?" he finishes for her, an educated guess.

Mika nodded. "He's still my dad, you know? I just thought...I could get to know him..."

"And that hurt (Y/N) in the process," Atsumu threw out, rather impatiently, almost accusingly. "did you know that?"

Pain crosses over her face, bleeding through from her eyes down to the upturn of her lips, hands fisting on her chest.

"Maybe you wanted a relationship with him,” shaking his head, he thinks of you “but not (Y/N)." Of all his memories with you, one where he's caught your eyes on their dad, feeling his stomach twist at the longing in your eyes, hurt him the most. You may have had your uncle, but having your own father was a different thing. You told him that Mika was studying psychology, he couldn’t help but think how ironic that was.

"I'm not perfect, Atsumu."

Atsumu scoffed. "Don't I know that?"

He was an older sibling himself. Older by five minutes, he was still regarded as the oldest, has as much responsibility despite that minute difference.

"Older siblings aren't perfect," Mika says. "We make mistakes, we hurt people, even our siblings." She very clearly wanted to discuss something else, something that clearly wasn’t this. But now that Atsumu’s taken control, she felt herself lose rights.

"Did you tell him about our graduation?"

Mika fell silent, mouth pulled into a line.

That was enough of an answer.

Atsumu tried to imagine how the young you must have felt, the horrors you had to face, to witness, how your young, impressionable mind just paused and came to a screeching halt, to a horrible realization of how fucked up everything was now - he could only feel immeasurable pain, choking him. When that happened, did it also take away the life and spark in your eyes? The joy of life?

He loved his dad very much, his dad was one of the best men in his life who always encouraged him and Osamu to pursue their dreams, always at the frontline for them, and loved his whole family. Had he done what your dad did, he would also feel just as crushed. What he did was inexcusable – to you, to Mika, to your brother, to your mom. Scums like him didn't deserve a second chance.

"I can't believe you did that."

Without waiting for her to reply, Atsumu walked back inside the house, back to where his brother and you were.

Late at night, you stare up at the ceiling, hugging ‘Inari’ – the fox plushie given to you by the trouble children – close to your chest. Mind filled with thoughts, just swimming over you.

Earlier, Atsumu had walked back in the house, the same worrying smile from a few days ago, eyes losing its usual luster. Yet, he assured you that it was nothing, ruffling your hair affectionately.

Mika then walked back in the house, all smiles – but even she had a weary looking smile. Before you could approach her, Reiki rushed to her side and the two scurried to the kitchen. Thankfully, Kaoru, hadn’t picked up on this, busy trying to beat his two nii-sans in Smash.

Shifting your head to the side, to where Mika’s bed was, your sister was dead to the world, deep in her slumber – peaceful and calm. Lifting yourself from your bed, covers dropping, ever so carefully you dropped your feet to the cold floor. Still hugging Inari, you walked away from your bed and to one of the boxes, staring at the contents – some books, stationary.

Bending down, you dig through, careful not to make a sound. From the box, you pulled out a wooden picture frame, hand painted blue, with sunflowers sticking on the top left, a few petals on the upper and lower. And in frame was the photo of the Inarizaki Volleyball Club. It was taken the moment everyone returned from Tokyo. Smiling fondly, fingers smoothed over the sunflowers, taking in everyone’s smiles.

At the center of the photo was you, sandwiched between Atsumu and Osamu, wearing wide grins. When your juniors handed you the frame, you were so sure you’d break out then and there. But it didn’t end there, because Coach Kurosu – tears spilling down his face, gave you his gift, too. Gently setting Inari down, frame sitting next to him, you plucked a small, thick, black cloth.

Sitting crossed legged, you opened it up, smiling at the familiar kanji of the club’s motto.

‘We Don’t Need Memories’

“Such a powerful statement,” you whisper into the silence.

Kita once shared that he wasn’t a fan of the motto – being a man brought by the small things, on how doing the minimum on a daily basis is already enough of an assurance for any needless worries. Yet, it fires him up when he’s up with his team mates.

Coach Kurosu also mentioned, overly fond of the motto, that nothing should ever hold you back from the challenges that life will hurl at you.

Smoothing over the smooth kanji characters, a wave of memories rushed over you – first stepping into the gym, applying as manager the same time the twins had their try-outs, introducing yourself as manager before the twins engulfed you into a hug, seeing Aran again, meeting Kita and the rest of your seniors, meeting Suna, Ginjima, and the rest of the team, being there when the twins got their jerseys, their first official match, making your way to nationals, the twins debuting their dyed hairs, the incident, Kita’s captaincy, him berating you for resigning and convincing you to stay, the painful and cold second year, walking out during preliminaries, breaking down in the club room, having to tell Atsumu he was chosen for the Youth Camp, meeting Sho-chan at nationals, resigning only to be brought back, arcades with the trouble children, sunflowers given by the juniors on your birthday, training in Asano and Yoshimichi, training the new recruits, warmer days in the club, nationals with with Sho-chan, smacking Atsumu in the face, the retirement and turning over, graduation – so many great memories, good and bad. They were definitely the time of your life, if not, the greatest. A chapter that’s come to a close, but filled with so many turning points.

Patting the banner affectionately, a single tear slips down your face, landing on the banner, what a deep tangent you’ve found yourself in.

March 23, your birthday.

It fell on a Sunday, on a perfect sun shiny day, just as your family had expected.

On your birthday, it was decided that it would be spent at Sunflower Hill Park at Ono. Seeing as it was a special day, everyone had to dress their best – you included, being the birthday girl. Mika immediately busied herself prettying you up, even getting you to finally wear the dress that Kita had gifted you sometime back. It’s been gathering dust in the closet since he gave it, unsure on when to wear it.

“It’s just my birthday,” you grumbled, Mika immediately shushing you busily brushing your hair aside to work on your eyes, her face pinched into concentration.

“It’s not ‘just your birthday’, (Y/N).” she says, lighting brushing over your eyes. Setting down her eyeshadow palette, she picks up a blush set, instructing you to smile, exposing your dimples.

“19,” you say aloud, announcing to the world freely. “I’m at the peak of my adulthood.”

“You know, you’ve always been an adult all your life.” Mika teases, brush circling your dimples. “But that doesn’t mean you should be down on your birthday.”

“Studies show that it’s only natural to have birthday disappointments the older you get.” You rebuke, watching her frown cutely, setting her blush down, brandishing a mascara in her hand.

“And studies also show that you don’t always have to have that kind of mindset,” she rebukes back, twirling her mascara madly before taking out the wand. “Open your eyes and look up.”

Gulping, you do as she says, feeling the wand passing down your lashes.

“Birthday disappointments can also be stemmed from high expectations – either from childhood or from adolescence. And here’s the hard truth: you actually want to celebrate your birthday, but you just don’t know how to tell people.”

Capping her mascara, she instructs you to close your eyes, which you do, before you’re assaulted with a mist-like spray all over your face. When she tells you to open, you find yourself staring at yourself in the mirror – struck at the person staring back at you. Mika did a great job, highlighting your features, brightening your whole face, it was easy to see now the resemblance between you two.

“We’re not mind readers, (Y/N), we’re your family. And because we love you, we want to celebrate the day you came to bless our lives,” Mika smiles, smoothing your hair.

Helping you put on your dress, even lending you her sandals, she added some finishing touches like earrings and a sun brim hat.

“I look like those stereotypical animes shown in the summer.” You comment about your reflection in the mirror, to which Mika rolls her eyes at.

“Would you stop, you look beautiful!”

Taking her words with a grain of salt – seeing how pretty she was in her own dress, you smiled and the two of you walk out the room.

“Are you two done, now- Ah, how pretty!” coos your mother, pressing her hands to her mouth, eyes watering.

“Mom, you’re being dramatic-“

“My girls are so pretty! Especially the birthday girl!”

Beside you, Mika looks pleased with herself, especially at her work.

“Happy birthday, sweetie,” says your mom, taking your face in her hands, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

Swallowing down hard, fighting off tears that have strangely formed, you smile at her. “Thanks mom.”

“Alright, let’s go down now! Everyone’s waiting for us!”

Anxiety rose up, heart in your chest as you three descended the stairs, where you could hear people chatting about in the living room. Everyone was there – your uncle, Kaoru, Reiki, the Miyas, even the twins. It was Atsumu who saw you first, doing a double take, taking you in.

And then his mom squealed at the sight of you. “Ah!!!!! (Y/N)-chan, you look so pretty!” everyone turns to you, much to your horror. “Happy birthday, sweet girl!” she says.

“…thank you, Auntie.” Your voice was quiet, raspy.

Being the center of attention, everyone’s smiles on you was unnerving.

Self-consciously, you duck under their gazes, face burning.

To your surprise, your family had long planned this together with the Miyas. What made it extra special was the fact that it was just days after the three of you graduated and of Mika’s return. An outing of two families, in a field of little suns spread across the field.

At the sight of tall, bright yellow and brown flowers, your eyes sparkled in child-like wonder. Sensing your excitement, Mika, with her uncle’s camera slung around her neck, hooked her arm around yours, giggling and pulling you further in the park, leaving Atsumu and the rest to follow after.

The adults were discussing amongst themselves, discussing where they should set up, Reiki happily stuck around them, ever ready to help around, while Kaoru was running off to join his sisters. Alone with his brother, Osamu elbows him.

"Is something wrong with you and Mika-nee?" Osamu asks him, feeling the breeze against his skin.

On the way to Ono, with the twins, you, Mika, and Reiki, in Reiki’s car, there was a noticeable avoidance between Atsumu and Mika. However, the two easily played it off. Mika was busy chatting up with her boyfriend, Atsumu looked over your shoulder, as you answered birthday greetings.

Even way before that, the two of them were masterful in their way of seeming fine, but when they interacted, it felt rather stiff.

Sighing, Atsumu’s eyes found Kaoru, who was giggling as Mika was getting you to pose in front of flowers, you, clearly embarrassed, tried to talk your way out of it.

"I confronted her about their dad," Atsumu grumbles, hands in his pocket. Eventually, you caved in your sister’s whims, posing demurely, before Kaoru cheered you to try other poses.

Osamu's eyes widened. "Are you an idiot!? Why would you-"

"Did you know that she also told him about our graduation?"

Osamu stopped at that, at its implication, their eyes going to the older (L/N) sister, showing the photos to you.

"Damn."

"I know. Pretty shitty of her."

"Wow, 'Tsumu badmouthing Mika-nee, that's new."

Scoffing, he lifted his head to meet his brother’s. "What the fuck does that mean?"

Shrugging easily, Osamu explains, as their parents walk southward into the park, where an open area for picnic was. "Almost a year ago, you were nothing but praises for her, wouldn’t shut up about her on and on and on.” Breathing out a laugh, he shakes his head when he adds. “Heck, even if she farted you'd think it was cute."

Atsumu's face wrinkles, cringes. "That was before."

“Still,” walking ahead, he stares his brother down, feeling a chill run down his spine. “you never let us forget. Never let (Y/N) forget that.”

Up ahead, the (L/N) siblings were soon joined by Reiki, who took the camera from Mika, opting to take photos of the siblings. (Y/N), who was sandwiched between her older and younger sibling, all smiles for the camera.

“A year ago, it was as though your mission was to make (Y/N) feel so shitty about yourself, all because of your stupid little crush. It took her finally deciding to leave for you to snap out of it.”

Swallowing thickly, Atsumu vaguely remembered that moment of panic, like something had clawed into his chest. Immediately, he feels a sense of shame – for everything he had done to you.

"'Tsumu, you realize that you never said you're sorry to (Y/N), right?"

The hardest pill to swallow was realizing that despite the year he’s had, devoted to making up to you, it just wasn’t enough. Actions may speak louder than words, but just saying those words were just as important. Especially because it was worth noting that, sometimes, Atsumu’s actions can be contradicting to his words and may confuse you. You, who’s suffered quietly all this time, who forced themselves to power through, who unselfishly put others before yourself.

“I’m way past that now,” determination was thick in his tone, strong in his words.

Osamu felt proud to see it, loved to see it. They were nearing their parents – who finally found a nice picnic spot, just right next to the playground hustle.

"Didn't you say that Mika-nee was your one true love?" he couldn’t help but say, egging on his brother, never letting him down on his fuck up.

Osamu nearly fell back as Atsumu tackled him, slapping a hand to his mouth, lest anyone heard it. "KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT, SHITTY 'SAMU!"

"Wasn't she though!?"

"I was a kid!" he reasoned out. "I didn't know shit!"

"Clearly still don't now!" Osamu yelled slapping his brother's hand away from his face.

"FUCK YOU!"

"Now, now, Atsumu, Osamu, no fighting on (Y/N)'s special day!" calls their dad, hands on his hips. Beside him was their mom, smiling as she took photos of the sunflowers all around them.

"Oh, oh, oh, sweetie, let's take a photo with the birthday girl!" hooking her arm around her husband's she didn't give him time to back out before dragging him with her, smiling sweetly at her sons. "And no fighting, Atsumu, Osamu, it's a special day!"

Speaking of special day, Atsumu’s eyes turned to the fields, where you were – feeling his heart settle at your familiar frame, your gentle expression as you gazed at the vibrant yellow sunflowers. He remembered that field trip when they were younger, remembered where your eyes were staring, dug through the display when no one was looking and snuck it in his bag, feeling giddy all over, remembered the smile that came to your face.

It was brighter than any of the sunflowers.

Under the clear blue skies, the sun was shining bright, smiling down on everyone – especially a particular group down at Ono Sunflower Hill Park, circling a girl dressed in white, balloons in hands, all wearing smiles as they sang to greet her.

Their singing echoed out in the field, the wind carrying on their love for the girl in the middle, the girl whose heart was just filled with love with everyone around her.

A simple white cake, decorated in the same flowers that surrounded them was presented to her, and a single candle stood alit, waiting.

When the singing dwindled down, the girl stared at her cake, closed her eyes, and then blew.

She was now 19.

What a lovely day to be loved, feel loved, and be celebrated by love.

Emboldened by his talk with Osamu, brought also by epiphany, Atsumu finds himself carefully approaching Mika.

“Mika-nee, can we talk?”

Reiki, having sensed the mood, excused himself, but not before kissing his girlfriend on the forehead and taking Kaoru with him away from the playground.

Squirming under his gaze, remembering his blow-up on her days before, she fixes him a pleading look. "Atsumu, look, I don't want to fight with you-"

"I'm not sorry for blowing up on you like that, Mika-nee.” He starts, meaning every word. “But I am sorry for intruding into your family business. I just care for (Y/N), she's..." he swallows thickly. "she's been through so much."

Mika’s expression softens, eyes shining. "You really care a great deal about (Y/N), huh?"

“Always have, always will.”

“I’m glad.”

Mika smiles sweetly at him, fiddling with her hands. “It’s just…he’s still my dad, what he did was unforgivable, but the idea of reconnecting with him,” she sniffles, wiping a tear. “how could I not? And then I thought, that maybe (Y/N) would be on board with the idea…” she shakes her head, laughing incredulously. “Clearly, I forgot that I can’t force it on her, can’t fix the trauma he did.” Her face pinches, pained and regret.

The old Atsumu would have rushed and comforted her, assured her that she did great. Emphasis on the old, the Atsumu now just stared, letting her wallow on her mistake.

Covering her face, she groaned into it, before fixing herself up, slapping her cheeks together. “Wooh! How embarrassing of me! Looks like I’ve got a long way to go!” she laughs. Atsumu can’t help but laugh with her.

Even now, her ability to smile through the pain, shoulder her burdens, amazes him. There was a reason he admired this young woman before him, but seeing her open up to her flaws made him admire her even more.

And then he felt it, the urge, something clawing at his chest, words that needed to be said.

“Mika-nee, actually,” the older girl looks up at him, waits patiently. “I…I like you.” Back when he was younger, he had envisioned the perfect confession – something almost like this, with the sun setting behind them, painting them in the afterglow. That was one of his two options for confessing, the other being in the letter he poured his heart in, with your help. “I liked you, Mika-nee.”

It feels freeing to finally say that, to let the person know how much they meant to them. Even if it were no longer the case.

She smiles, sweetly again. “I know.”

Atsumu looks up at her, surprised. Mika’s smile remains.

“E-Eh?”

“I received your letter,” his eyes widen, confusion crawling over. “(Y/N) snuck it into my things before I left for the Netherlands.”

You did that for him? You.

Looking back, his eyes could only widen, realizing that it had been during the incident. Atsumu is assaulted with guilt all over again, brought by your unselfishness, just unsure with what he could say.

“I always thought that it would be the two of you, you know? You three were thick as thieves, enough to rival the three musketeers. But you and (Y/N)? I always felt like there was a great bond between you two.”

“N-Nee-san…actually…I-“ Everything he did to you in the year following the incident came to mind, his self-hate rising, Mika deserved to know.

Instead, she gently shakes her head. “It’s not me you should be telling that to, Atsumu. It’s (Y/N).” taking his arm in her hand, she cups his chin, (e/c) eyes meeting his honey browns, smiling and squeezing on to him arm encouragingly. “Go.”

Coming to, he nods and quickly starts running. Before fully leaving the playground, Mika calls him. “Oh, and Atsumu? Thank you so much for your feelings!”

“Osamu,”

“Hm?”

“Remember when you told me about your first love?”

“…yeah.” He sighs, heavily. “The umeboshi to my onigiri.”

“That’s a funny analogy,” with your arm over his, you leaned against his shoulder as the two of you walked along the pat. “but very fitting for someone you love.”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it off. What’s yours?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” you look to the field.

“Ah, yes.” Osamu nods, following your gaze. “Sunflowers.”

Leaning against his arm, you murmur. “…he’s my sunflower, Osamu.”

Osamu doesn’t say anything for a while, watching how Kaoru and Reiki raced beside them. Two people missing from their group. “I know he is.”

“And you’re my chicken noodle soup.”

He snorts, looking down at you. “Why?”

“It’s my comfort food, remember? Also, you’re my best friend. You should feel honored.”

“Strange analogy you got there.” He waves at his grandparents, enjoying themselves watch the children play in the fountains.

“Not as strange as your umeboshi and onigiri,” you remind him, teasingly.

Rolling his eyes at that, he can’t deny the gentleness of your voice, its weight and wistfulness.

“Thanks for being my best friend, Osamu.”

Patting his hand over yours, he replies. “Always.”

Breaking away, you smile gratefully at him. He lets you walk off from him, taking a new path.

“Stop sounding like you’re about to die, (Y/N). S’not funny.”

Laughing, you could only tuck your hands behind you. “I’m just feeling nostalgic!”

“Where’re you going?”

“For a walk!”

“Geez, aren’t you tired of walking?”

“Nope,” and you walk further in the new path, Osamu watches you go, but doesn’t follow.

With all his heart, he wishes, for your birthday, all the best for you. Keeping his eyes on white, it slowly shrinks as you walk further and further, away and away, until you were out of sight.

Huffing and puffing, he looked around wildly, searching for (h/c) in a white dress. Atsumu almost cursed at how big of an area the park was, felt pathetic that he was winded out after some runs – he was a fucking athlete, god damn it! About to join a pro-fucking-league-

"Are you looking for someone?" a voice asked him, turning, Atsumu nearly sagged in relief when he found who he was looking for.

You.

"You," he says breathlessly, lips stretched into a wide smile.

Your face scrunched into a light frown, wondering, before producing a handkerchief in your hands, patting his sweaty face. “Have you been running around the park?”

“Nah, just now.” Your frown softens a bit. “Like I said, I was looking for you.”

Tilting your head to the side, confused, you asked. “Why?”

Atsumu opened his mouth, only to stop, realization getting the best of him. Shiiiiiiit.

Suddenly shy, he laughed it off, nervously, uncaring that people were looking at him funny. Concerned washed over your features, which warmed him from the inside, especially with you looking at him all pretty like that. But heck, even without the makeup, you were something else.

“Come on,” you opened a hand to him, an invitation.

Atsumu stared at it, at the scar on your middle finger. Placing his in yours, his larger hand over yours, the two of you began to walk hand-in-hand. You took him by the fields, deep in, as though to hide you amongst the flowers, to be one with them, to a secret place for you both.

For all his life, he couldn’t imagine having to miss out on the feeling, like everything he’s known his whole life is nothing compared to the bright, vibrant yellows and browns around him, in the girl dressed in white, leading him through. And he let you.

How is it that he’s never noticed? Why had he never thought of seeing you? It feels as though he’s led a life blind.

With a tug, the two of you exit the field and into a clearing, all Atsumu can focus on was your smile.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” you laugh, walking a few steps to the path. “walking across a sunflower field, I mean.”

Atsumu can’t keep his eyes off your smile, even as the both of you sit on the grass, facing the famed 'Sunflower Tower' made of Mikage granite.

The two of you found yourselves in your little hideaway, with nothing but the sky, the sun, the flowers, and the tower, and of course, each other.

“Sounds like something fresh outta a fairy tale,”

Nodding, you fold your legs, drawing your knees near. “Sunflowers are quite tall, after all. Tall and tough flowers.”

“Like me?”

Laughing, your turn to him, staring at him for a while. “Maybe. Especially with your blond dye.”

At the mention of his hair, he runs a hand through it. “…I’m, uh, thinking of keeping it.”

“You should,” your eyes follow his hands carding through his hair, dark roots slowly showing through. “it’ll be your signature look.”

Running a hand through the back of his hair, he fists them there, unable to look away from you.

You.

Amazing, smart, patient, kind, selfless, beautiful you.

“(Y/N)…” your name came easy through his mouth.

Tilting your head, letting strands of hair slip off your shoulders, you parrot back, “Atsumu…”

Just when did everything seem to feel different between you two? And just how long had he missed the way you look bathed in the sunlight?

Fidgeting a little, Atsumu could feel his strength leave him, being at the receiving end of your gaze. However, looking up, he also draws strength from them.

“I, uh, I kept them,” at your frowned confusion, he shyly – oh so quietly, adds, “your letters.”

Immediately, your face burns, feeling goosebumps run all over your spine. “Ugh,” slapping your hands over your eyes, you wish you could also slap the cringe away. “why.”

Atsumu smiles, despite your apparent horror, shrugging easily.

“It’s a reminder, I guess. A reminder that someone actually liked me. Genuinely and truly. Thought of me. Appreciated me. Written and practically poured her heart out in paper, when it’s the fucking twenty first century. Living proof that someone did that for me, but I was the asshole who humiliated her for something so genuine and heartfelt.”

You would’ve argued then and there, having seen the many love letters he and his brother received from his fan club over the years. And yet, the only one he recognizes are yours.

“Atsumu,” words were failing you, so you just sighed. “that’s behind us now.”

But the look on his face wouldn’t go away, eyes darkening – a dangerous storm brewing, festering.

"You can't return my feelings,” you say kindly. “that's not your fault neither is it your problem."

"Y-Yeah, but I could at least try to-"

"Atsumu, stop. Just, stop.” Turning to him, you take his hand in yours – the one with a scar, fingers rubbing comfortingly. “Please.” You’ve thought about it for a while, a long while, it needed to be said. “I'm not going to force you to like me back, it's not right and it's just wrong. Just because I liked you doesn't mean you're obligated to return my feelings when you clearly don't like me like that. That's that."

"B-But-"

"Besides, I've already accepted it – that my feelings can't reach you." swallowing down it all - the heartache and pain, you lifted your gaze and offered a smile. "If all you're worried about is me forgiving you, rest assured that I have."

"But I don't deserve your forgiveness!" he all but screams, shocking you, his eyes were wet and filled with so much remorse, pain, helplessness, and regret. "I've been an ass to you, (Y/N)! I hurt you while you were already hurting," he remembered having to listen to your cries, muffled behind your hands, the forced smiles, the pained look in your eyes, your back turned to him, his panic of not being able to find you during practice. The realization of the distance between both of you because of him. "I walked around you even though you were breaking from the inside. I might as well be worse than your deadbeat, asshole of a father because I wasn't there for you. I hurt you just as he did! I failed you! I-I-"

A gentle hand touched his elbow, shaking him, he looks up, meeting your kind (e/c) gaze. And that smile, that same kind smile that stretched to your eyes, reflecting an oh so loving gaze he knew he didn't deserve. Even without saying a word, you understood everything he wanted to say, all the sorries that's been resting on his tongue, heavy with the weight of his sins, of the burdens of hurting you, of the love he's had and continue to have for you.

He didn't deserve you.

You didn't deserve him.

But you both loved each other just as much.

"(Y-Y/N)," his voice was barely a whisper, wet and croaking. "I'm so sorry...!"

Enveloping you into a hug, he cries into your shoulder, repeatedly saying “I’m sorry” over and over again.

And you just hold him, caressing his head with your other hand.

“I’ll always love you, Atsumu,” your confession just tore at him, tears leaking more. “you will always be my first love, and that will never change.”

Atsumu hugs you tighter, cries harder. “I love you, too.”

When you let go, there was a smile on your face – a radiant, bright, reflected in your eyes that it brightened up your whole face. Like a sunflower greeting the sun, Atsumu found himself smiling, too. Released from the embrace, in his eyes, he feels his heart fill with a bittersweet sense of warmth and twinge.

Despite it all, it still felt good. It felt really good. Talking to you, settling things with you, loving you – it felt right.

Certain people come into our lives whether we like it or not, and you were no exception.

Sadly, just because you came into their life doesn’t automatically guarantee that they’ll stay with you forever. You can only have them for a time.

One of them may end up as your first love, but it's not guaranteed that they will be your last. They'll be just that - your first love, the first person you offered your heart to, but not the person who gets to keep it.

You were his forever person, the first love he realized too late.

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Admit it. Rick Sanchez X F!Reader

Word count: 2,382

Rick was... out of it, I guess you could say he was still himself, but not really he just seemed, off. When Morty tried to ask if anything was wrong, Rick would respond in a "normal" Rick way but, it seemed forced. It was barely noticeable but he could tell, even though after Rick basically told him to fuck off he dropped it. It was just after the whole incident with Unity, which didn't make sense to Morty because it seemed like Rick had gotten what he needed and wanted from her, or it, or they, he didn't really know how to refer to the entity, but that's besides the point.

He had spent the whole night in the garage when Morty woke up for school the next morning he found his grandfather passed out at his work bench with a strange device looming over his head. Morty didn't know why but looking at it sent dread coursing through his body, he had a feeling he knew someone who could help him and his grandpa. She was... Rick's friend? (Y/n) (L/n), well honestly he didn't know what their relationship was at the moment, because a few years ago she used to visit daily but again that was years ago, he thinks they might have gotten in a fight or something. But if anyone could help him, it was her.

So he asked his mom to give him a ride to her house, but it took some convincing because what mother wouldn't question why her 14 year old son is going to a 23 year olds house by himself, like what kinda porn set up type bullshit, but after he explained his concerns for his grandpa she agreed. Once he got there he told his mom he would get a ride home and she complied and left. He rang the doorbell of the large house and waited, once the door opened he felt like all the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

She was absolutely gorgeous, her (S/C) skin looked so beautiful in the sun's light and her (long,short,medium) (straight,curly,wavey, kinky) (H/C) hair was beautiful. She was (Tall/short) and (Skinny,medium,thick) it made Morty wonder if her and Rick were ever more than friends at one point. What really got to him was what she was wearing, it was a matching set, a long sleeve sweater and shorts  "Morty? Hello? You alright there kid?" He snapped out of his trance and nodded "Sorry, and sorry again for showing up unannounced but i need your help."

She looked at him for a couple of seconds before sighing "Listen first come in it's weird talking outside like this, and second, if this has anything to do with Sanchez I'm sorry but i can't help you." He frowned, why did she call him Sanchez? And why did her (E/C) eyes look so sad when she said it? He came in and she led him to her living room where they sat on the couch "So what happened?" He asked her, he really thought if he knew why she suddenly stopped talking to Rick he would be able to help "Morty, i guarantee if Rick is going through something right now it hasn't got anything to do with me, we haven't talked in years."

How did she know? "How do you know that's the problem?" he asked, she giggled playfully rolling her eyes at him "Rick and i used to work together, well if you could really even call it that, it was more like working next to each other and having conversations. But we were also intimate with each other and i know the only reason you would be here without him is because there's a problem concerning him."

His eyes widened if Rick worked with her that could only mean that she was a genius too, so if they were partners and lovers in one way or another then how could she not be the problem? But then again they hadn't talked in years. She was right there was no way she could be the cause of his grandpa acting strange. With that he felt pretty much defeated, what now? He didn't know how to contact anyone else or even who to talk to, it took him almost two weeks just to find her and she lived on earth there was no way in fuck he’d be able to get in contact with anyone else without Rick.

"So what do i do now (Y/N)? I just want grandpa Rick to go back to normal, I can tell he’s faking being his old self." He sighed and dropped his head, his shoulders slumped, he resembled a kicked puppy in all honesty, they stood in silence for a while before she sighed, "Have you met Unity? Or has he talked to them recently?" she asked with an almost sour look on her face, Morty nodded "Well there you go, she probably fucked him then left again" Morty had an oo0oh moment and nodded.

"Just like all things he'll get over it, now i think it's about time i take you back home yeah?" He nodded, but now he felt kind of bad she seemed really, bothered by something . "(Y/N) have you ever liked Rick? Or you know when you used to come over a lot were you together?" He asked as they walked out the door and to her car. "Yes, we did date at the time, well what i thought was dating until he bluntly told me it was nowhere near that and i was just quote un quote, "something to do." As they got in the car Mortys mouth dropped open no wonder she just disappeared from their life like that.

"i-im sorry Rick’s a real dick sometimes" she shrugged and focused her eyes on the road, ”Listen Morty your grandpa is a lot of things, a dick especially, and when it comes to emotions, especially his own, he becomes a coward, please Morty i know you've picked up about 300 shitty casualties from him but avoid that like your life depends on it. Okay? Or at least promise to try?” Morty could tell how serious she was without even looking at her.

 The rest of the ride was silent, once she pulled into the driveway of Morty’s house she groaned seeing that the garage was open and Rick was standing in front of it. With his arms crossed, the moment his eyes landed on (Y/n) she felt her stomach drop, her hands were shaking, which Morty noticed. "Fuck me" she said under her breath, Morty got out the car but she stayed still almost frozen. "B-Bout damn time yo-ughh- you got here." Morty groaned "How did you even know I left?" Rick rolled his eyes "your mom o-obviously di-ugh-dipshit." Morty shook his head and waved goodbye to (y/n).

She waved back, she jumped when she realized Rick was now at her window motioning for her to get out she rolled her eyes before reluctantly getting out. He looked her up and down before stopping and staring at her lips, his eyes just sat there for a good minute before she cleared her throat. "Did you have something to say or did you just wanna stand here lookin’ stupid?" He scoffed before taking a swig of his flask "Y-You know yo-ughhh you never wer- seemed like one to hold a g-grudge. Thought yo-you wou-ughh would have got- been over it b-by now."

she stared at him with a blank expression before she back handed him sending him stumbling "wha-what the fuck!?" he exclaimed as he looked at her he was gonna say more till he noticed the tears streaming down her expressionless face "How long have we known each other rick?" he looked at her questionably "hey y-your ughh c--" she cut him off her voice a little louder than before "How fucking long rick?" he stood up right and looked into her watery (e/c) eyes as he held his cheek. "5 years" she nodded "and how many times in those 5 years did you introduce me to the many girls you fucked, the girls you ploughed mindlessly just to get off?”

he looked at her questionably again "none." he said simply "how many of them did you introduce to birdperson, or squanchy, or the people you know from other fuckin universes, Matter of fuckin’ fact, how many of those whores did you see walking around with different dimension ricks at the citadle?" he didn't have to think at all before saying "none" she nodded

"Rick not only, not fuckin’ only did you introduce me to squanchy, birdperson, and other Rick’s and their (y/n), when you decided you were ready to go back into Beths life you introduced me to your family, to your only daughter, to your nephew, your niece, and the dickhead that you cant fuckin’ stand for knockin you daughter up, that that in itself should be enough proof that im not just a hole off the street for you to have fun with" he stood silently still looking into her (e/c) eyes.

"And that the crazy fuckin’ thing rRick! not once did we even have sex, we never went further than sleep naked together! So for you to have looked me directly in my fucking face, and tell me that I was simply something to do didn't hurt, what hurt was the fact that you lied! You lied Rick! Straight through yo motha fuckin’ teeth! The fact that you're a genius doesn't mean shit to me when you don't even have the damn brain capacity to admit when you care about someone! You are a fuckin coward! I know you're scared to be hurt again, fine! But dont fucking pussy out and act like the shit that we had meant nothing!"

Rick was at a lost for words he didn't want to get attached to anyone since Diane and he knew that, he watched as (Y/n) wiped the tears from her eyes ``It hurts like a bitch to love someone so much, and to know that they love you back but won't admit it, it just makes you feel like they’re ashamed of you, like you're ashamed of me, Rick i asked for nothing when we first met." she sighed

“I told you that i just wanted to learn, you took that as if i can get the bitch to trust me enough i can eventually fuck her, yet you never even made a move Rick, your exact words were, i dont want you talking to anyone else, and i accepted that as your fucked up way of asking me out. i never once asked to label us because i already knew what we were, i thought i actually meant something to you.” The two sat in silence for a couple minutes she had hoped he would say something, and when he didn't she shook her head and got ready to get back in her car " I have to go, tell Morty to come see me whenever i guess." she turned ready to get in her car till she fell through a lime green portal. She landed in Rick's room, on his bed to be exact Rick soon came in after opening another portal and walked through.

“When normal people want to talk they usually use their words.” she said as she rolled her eyes and stoop up intending to leave, she wasn't the person she was 5 years ago, he couldn't kiss and caress his way out of this one. She was sick of him talking his way out of things his words couldn't be trusted and his actions were misleading so at this point fuck it, fuck him, fuck his hugs, his kisses, his scent, fuck the way he looked at her with longing eyes and made her weak in the knees. 

Fuck everything, enough was enough, either he wanted to be with her, or he didnt those were his options, she hadnt even realized tears were freely falling down her (S/C) cheeks, she was shaking, she had tried to pursue a relationship with at least 10 other men and it all failed, she was taping her foot fast with her arms crossed as she kept looking at the ground 

She didnt want him to see her like that the man had barely said a fuckin word and here she stood crying her eyes out, damn near hyperventilating “I’m sorry … you’re right, i am a fuckin coward and everything you said is true … fuck this is making me nauseous, all this sappy bullshit, to sum up this shit show of our relationship i love you, i am a cunt for pulling that bullshit, like you didnt mean anything to me because unfortunately you do, i gave into the pathetic chemical reaction that makes me just as human and vulnerable as the rest of our shitty race, hell i might even be a little less Rick because of this shit but if it means you wont disappear again …. It's worth it.”

She slowly approached Rick and buried her face in his chest as she cried, finally the dickhead admitted to well, being a dickhead and a liar, and a coward, and a cunt pussy shit fuck bastard, and his way of apologizing, it was.. Shitty but that's what she expected, he held her tightly kissing the top of her head inhaling her sent messaging her scalp through her (kinky,curly,thick,straight) hair

Once again they'd be sharing the night together she already knew he wasn't letting her leave so after she had stopped crying and did all the things she needed to do before she went to sleep she crawled into bed with him usually shed sleep on his chest but tonight rick insisted on sleeping on her chest probably his way of making sure she stayed there. Of course the two were butterball ass naked it was the only way she could sleep, “i love you” rick said just as she was drifting to sleep she smiled and kissed his forehead “i love you too.”  

#rick sanchez #x reader #fanfic #rick and morty #language #anger vent #rick x y/n

[h2bakugou]

crush-contact | katsuki bakugou

summary: you’d been crushing on bakugou for a while, and well, to be honest, he’d never even looked at you. up until bakugou bumped into you, sending papers flying onto the ground, he had no clue who you were, and he realized he was in for a hell of a ride.

all characters aged 18+ au!!

a/n: this idea is terrible please forgive me, feel free to requests stuff, smut takes a little more time than fluff but I’m down to write it. this is also really long i get carried away with the plot sometimes

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, smut, fluff

word count: 2,827

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Class 1-A was decent sized. You sat in the back, with no intention of being noticed. You barely spoke to anyone, besides Uraraka and Midoriya. They were nice.

You were crushing on Bakugou. You couldn’t help it. He was attractive, no doubt, and there seemed to be so much more to him than he let on.

For years, you watched him grow, his attitude rarely changing. And now you were all older, but you still felt like a little kid with a crush.

And you knew it would be the death of you if he ever learned, he’d probably make fun of you until you switched classes and never saw him again unless you were really unlucky and ran into him in the future.

- - -

You were doodling again. It helped you concentrate. You doodled little pictures and wrote notes beside them. It helped you organize your thoughts, putting what you were learning into little comics essentially.

You’d ended up drawing Bakugou again. You thought it seemed weird, but the topic seemed to fit more towards him anyways.

“You dropped this.” A soft voice spoke. Todoroki’s hand placed your eraser back on your desk and peeked at your drawings.

“Thanks.” You whispered quietly back to him. Todoroki pretended he didn’t see a beautifully drawn doodle of Bakugou. 

Todoroki glanced at Bakugou and smiled. One had caught on to your secret, and you didn’t even realize it.

The class was dismissed for lunch, and you headed toward the door with your notebook.

Mr. Aizawa stopped you, the rest of the class had left to head to lunch.

“You keep spacing out in class, do I need to move you up to the front or is someone bothering you?” Mr. Aizawa glanced at Bakugou’s desk.

Two had figured it out, unbeknownst to you still.

“No, I’m sorry if it seems like I’m spacing out, I doodle to stay on track, despite that sounding like an excuse.” You defended softly.

“You do good on all your assignments, I’m just curious what you do all the time.” Mr. Aizawa laughed.

“I could give you an example I guess.” You open up your notebook to one of your doodles that weren’t necessarily of Bakugou.

“It seems silly to draw it out, but it's almost like reading an action comic book.” You smile.

“Whatever helps you better understand, get to lunch before there’s nothing left, kid.” Mr. Aizawa smiled, watching as you left out the door.

Lunch was pretty normal, you ate, and carried on with your usual schedule, coloring your doodles, and re-reading over your notes in case Mr. Aizawa wanted to through a pop quiz at you.

“Hey (l/n)!” Uraraka sat down next to you, Midoriya following afterward.

“Hey, guys.” You smiled. Midoriya looked away to Bakugou who was sitting next to Kirishima.

“How long have you liked Kacchan for?” Midoriya asked. Your cheeks burned red as your eyes shot up to look at Midoriya.

“Keep your voice down! And how do you know that I like him!” You shushed him, watching Uraraka smile.

“Todoroki, he mentioned you drawing him and how you seemed very caught up in him, and well putting together basic knowledge, it seems like you’ve got a crush on-”

“Shhh!” You placed a hand over his mouth as Asui walked by, giving you a look.

“Sorry.” Midoriya apologized looking over at Bakugou.

“He’s never even looked at me. I don’t think he knows I exist.” You say quietly, accepting defeat, one you’d hoped you could overcome.

“You don’t know that-”

“It’s been years, he’s never spoken to me, or looked at me, or even breathed in the same general direction of me. He has no clue who I am.” You interrupted Uraraka.

“I have a stupid crush on someone I have no chance with.” You huffed, resting your head on your notebook.

“Don’t give up now, besides, have you tried talking to him?” Uraraka questioned.

“I-no. I haven’t but do you think he’d talk to me even if I did?” You asked, looking back up at your friends.

“You never know until you try!” Midoriya encouraged you.

“Yeah, I suppose.” You smiled, the tiniest feeling of hope rushing through your veins. So you were going to try talking to him.

But lunch was over now, so you had to head back to class.

- - -

You saw the door and made your way through the sea of students. You entered the door but a strong force knocked you down.

“Kirishima you asshole!” Bakugou grunted, rubbing his head, looking around. He’d bumped into someone due to Kirishima messing around.

He looked down and saw a girl, you.

You were dazed nonetheless, but not hurt. Just trying to become un-dizzy.

Bakugou took note of you. You had (h/c) hair and bright (e/c) eyes. He’d never seen you before. Were you even in his class? Come to think of it, he didn’t even realize you were standing in front of him.

He noticed a few drawings poking out of your notebook. Realization settled in, noticing they were of him.

“I’m sorry! I should’ve been quicker I got in your way!” You apologized, quickly scurrying to your feet. Bakugou bent down and looked you in the eyes before snatching one of your drawings.

Your eyes widened.

Bakugou wanted to cause a scene, but he felt kind of bad. That was rare. Why was he feeling so giddy all of a sudden?

“Who-Just- Watch where you’re going next time.” Bakugou shoved the piece of paper in his pocket, your eyes following his movements closely, your head nodding up and down uncontrollably.

He’d taken one of your doodles.

You dusted yourself off after getting back on your feet and hurried to your seat.

Bakugou looked back at you, but you were too embarrassed to lift your head up. He pulled the paper he’d taken from you out and examined it. The doodle was good, no great.

You were talented, but he doubted it had anything to do with your quirk. Hell, he didn’t even know what that was. He felt bad. Like really bad. How long had you been in his class? How long had you been admiring him? How had he not noticed you?

He didn’t even know your name. He looked to the top of the page and spotted it. In neat handwriting, (f/n) (l/n) was printed with a few lines surrounding it.

Bakugou couldn’t get you out of his mind for the rest of the class, and it was making him angry. He couldn’t focus. You were distracting him and you weren’t even doing anything. He couldn’t last five minutes without turning to look back at you.

You didn’t do much for the rest of class. You kept your head down, and jotted down a few notes, worried that Bakugou now thought of you as some creep who stared at him all the time.

You just wanted to go back to your room and sulk. It seemed like the best option.

- - -

The air was crisp, you could tell it was winter. The day had finally ended and you were able to head back to your room.

Bakugou was following you, in the least creepy way. He had no clue who you were, or else he’d be in a different situation.

He definitely wasn’t going to ask anyone about you. He’d just figure it out on his own.

Bakugou trailed behind you, worried you’d find out. But that worry disappeared when you stopped to look out the window.

Snow had begun to fall outside. You smiled and watched as the flakes fluttered to the ground outside, coating everything in white.

Bakugou was so caught off guard, he didn’t notice the trash bin in front of him. He bumped into it and caused you to look over in his direction. He quickly ducked behind it, hoping you didn’t see him.

“Hello?” You called out looking around you. The trash bin moved but fell back into place.

“This is how people die in horror movies, but I see why now.” You say quietly, causing Bakugou to almost smile at your choice of words. You began your investigation.

You made your way over to the bin and jumped when you saw Bakugou sitting behind it.

“W-were you following me?” You questioned, freezing in your spot.

“Why are you so damn curious?!” Bakugou retorted, standing up, avoiding your gaze and question.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized. You looked past him back out at the snow.

“I-uh, You took one of my pages of notes, and I was hoping I could get it back, the content might be on a test and I wouldn’t want to do bad on it, I hope you could understand-”

A folded piece of paper landed in your palm. Bakugou sighed and looked at you.

“If you tell anyone about this you’re dead, you hear me?” Bakugou threatened, taking a step closer.

“Yup!” You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“How long have you been in my class?” Bakugou questioned, his cold stare not giving up.

“Since we got accepted into UA.” You said softly.

“You’ve been here the whole time?!” Bakugou raised his voice.

“Shh! You’re gonna get us in trouble if you’re so loud.: You placed your hand over his mouth almost out of instinct. You registered what you’d done and wanted to recoil but you were frozen.

Bakugou was frozen too. He glanced down at your hand covering his mouth. 

“I-” Bakugou smirked, peeling your hand off of his mouth. Bakugou pulled your arm, pulling you into him.

“Don’t get in my way.” Bakugou threatened. His grip on you was soft. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he was serious.

“I won’t.” You assured him, shaking your head in confirmation. Bakugou leaned in, his face mere inches from yours.

“And staring is rude, just so you know next time.” Bakugou grinned, letting your wrist go.

He walked off, leaving you frozen in the hallway. His breath ghosted on your lips, your eye twitching.

He was so close to your face, he most likely saw your blush.

After Midoriya and Uraraka, he ranked in at number five to have found out how you felt about him.

He knew.

- - -

A week had gone by, and you’d stayed out of his way like he’d told you too. But Bakugou was furious. He was frustrated, in more ways than one. You were driving him crazy. And he couldn’t take it anymore.

The class was let out early today, due to holidays and such.

You had made it back to your room, but an aggressive knock startled you. You opened the door and Bakugou marched in, closing the door behind you.

“What’s your deal? Do you want me or something?!” Bakugou dug his pointer finger into your shoulder.

“What are you talking about?!” You protested, a blush spreading on your cheeks.

“You like me. Are you trying to tease me by avoiding me!? You’re driving me insane (l/n)!” Bakugou raised his voice before pressing his lips to yours.

Your eyes were wide open before they shut, melting into the kiss. Bakugou’s lips were soft. And you could’ve sworn they tasted like cherries. Was he wearing chapstick?

Bakugou pulled away and looked you in the eyes.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Bakugou questioned. Your face burned red.

“Y-Yeah, but what are you talking about? How am I-”

“You keep avoiding me, and then teasing me, thinking I wouldn’t notice, wearing that damn skirt.” Bakugou growled.

“I’ve worn this for years!” You frowned, looking down at the ground.

“Let’s get this over with.” Bakugou had already pinned you against the wall, all he had to do was drop his pants, and your skirt.

Bakugou’s hand traveled up your thigh, sending chills down your spine. This was happening. Like really happening. You were about to fuck your crush.

Bakugou yanked your skirt down, pulling your underwear down with it, the clothing pooling at your feet.

“I can’t believe I never noticed you before.” Bakugou muttered to himself. He wasn’t sure fucking you was going to get him off his mind. He’d hoped it would, but he wasn’t really sure. He couldn’t deny himself forever, and if he did like you, he sure as hell wasn’t going to let anyone else get their hands on you.

Bakugou ran his fingers between your folds, your legs shaking. 

“I haven’t even done anything-”

“Shut up!” You whispered yelled, placing your hands on his shoulders. Bakugou grinned, noticing how much of an effect he had on you. He’d barely touched you and you were already wet.

Bakugou slipped a finger inside you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. You moaned softly, biting your bottom lip.

He slipped another finger inside you, watching as your legs weakened. Bakugou moved his fingers inside you, bringing you to a climax. 

“If I can make you cum with just my fingers, you should be worried.” Bakugou smirked, pulling his fingers out of you. He licked them clean and caught you as you fell forward into his arms.

“Jesus.” Bakugou mumbled, helping you over to your bed. He laid you down and watched as you looked back up at him.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You said softly.

“Like what?” Bakugou questioned, undoing his pants.

“Like you’re so...”

“So...?”

“I don’t know.” You blanked. Bakugou’s expression softened. 

“Sor-” Bakugou cut himself off. Did he really want to apologize? He was just looking at you. He didn’t want to flat out say he was admiring you, how you looked.

Bakugou stroked his cock, positioning himself at your entrance. You gave him a nod, reassuring him that it was okay.

Bakugou thrust his hips into you, sending your head back. You felt like your dreams were coming true. And your dreams weren’t the only thing cumming.

Bakugou bucked his hips into you, his cock hitting your g spot. You were overcome with pleasure. Bakugou leaned down and pined your hands above your head.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Bakugou groaned, pressing his head to your neck. He fucked you at a steady pace, his lips connecting to your neck.

He licked the skin near his mouth, beginning to suck and bite at your skin, forming a hickey.

“B-Bakugou!” You moaned, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he thrust into you.

"Say my name again.” Bakugou groaned, feeling himself get closer and closer to cumming.

“Bakugou!” You cried, the feeling of Bakugou inside you driving you up the walls. He was thrusting into you just right, his pace steady and making your legs tremble.

“Fuck.” Bakugou grunted, cursing himself for getting so close. He came inside you, you cumming shortly after him.

“B-Bakugou.” You moaned softly as he pulled out of you. Bakugou sunk back, bringing his head in between your legs.

Bakugou dipped his tongue inside you, getting a better taste of you than before. You ran your hands through his spikey blonde hair, pulling him in closer to you, allowing him to eat you out more.

Bakugou smirked and pulled away, watching as you frowned.

“Don’t mention this, I wouldn’t want this to get ugly.” Bakugou cleaned himself up, tossing you your clothes.

“I-I won’t.” You said softly, still frazzled by the whole experience.

“So you got some crush on me?” Bakugou turned away, buttoning his pants back up.

“It’s obvious now isn’t it?” You stated, pulling your underwear back on.

“Are we going to do this dating thing?” Bakugou turned and looked back at you.

“Is that your way of asking me out?” You raised a brow.

“Do you have a problem with it?” Bakugou stared daggers at you.

“N-No!” You shook your head. 

“I’ll go out with you then.” Bakugou confirmed. Your cheeks turned red.

“Wait really?!” You hopped to your feet, Bakugou smirked.

Your lower body hurt, and your legs were weak. He was powerful in more ways than one it seemed. Bakugou caught you before you stumbled to the ground.

“We’re going to have to work on this. I can’t just carry you around everywhere after we fuck.” Bakugou grinned.

“Y-yeah.” You laughed shyly.

- - -

Bakugou had admitted his feelings. He felt better, now that he was dating you. You weren’t so much of a distraction, in the sense that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Well, he couldn’t do that now either.

You and him had spent most of your time together, alone, behind closed doors until Kirishima walked in on the two of you making out in his room.

Kirishima was laughing about how Bakugou had gone all soft for you, but he was still just as firey as always, though he was a bit of a teddy bear.

Bakugou also took note whenever you were doodling in class, that it was of him. He’d catch you looking at him and he’d just smirk at you, causing your cheeks to heat up.

Sometimes all it takes is a little crush-contact.

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[bartramcat]

Desert Palm

I was cleaning out my Docs and came across this. It's from over a year ago and was my impetuous hypothesis about post Dead Doll reactions to the revelation that was GSR. It's mostly dialogue, so an easy read. It probably contains a lot of Canon and character violations, but, since they never let us know how the team felt, I went with my gut. It's been an interminable week, so perhaps it will amuse someone.

Exterior Desert Palm Hospital. Catherine and Warrick are sitting on a bench in conversation.

W: You really had no idea?

C: No. I always knew she was special to him, but I thought it was more of a teacher-student thing. When she first came here, I thought they'd had a bad breakup in San Francisco, but then it wouldn't have made sense for him to ask her to come here.

W: Maybe it was student-teacher then.

C: I don't know. He saw something in her. I remember him saying she was someone he trusted. Boy she was young.

W: Do you think Ecklie will fire them?

C: I don't know. He's a fool if he does. God knows Gil's never been his favorite person. I never thought he would ever do anything that would put his job at risk. Not playing politics is one thing but violating a policy.

W: Are you upset with him? For not telling you? You've known each other a long time.

C: I was more shocked than angry at first. But after seeing how desperate he was out in the desert...It's so strange to say this about Gil, but I think he really loves her. I thought he was incapable of those kinds of feelings. 

W: What kinds?

C: Normal, I guess. The way a man loves a woman. That's why I thought the only kind of woman who'd interest him would be someone like Lady Heather. Oh..

W: What?

C: I went on and on to Sara about how I thought Heather was the only woman Gil was ever really interested in. I knew she looked uncomfortable, but I thought it was because she didn't want to think about her boss that way.

W: You didn't know.

C: No. Damn it. I wish he had trusted me.

W: You are hurt…

C: I'm okay. (Smiles) It's not like I found out he was a murderer. 

W: No. You found out he loves someone.

C: That sounds so strange. To be honest, I thought being a murderer more likely than Gil falling in love.

W: Yeah. Any idea how long they've been together? Did he say anything out there?

C: (Shaking her head) No idea. He didn't say much, but I could feel his panic. All he wanted was to find her.

W: So they may have been together for years.

C: I don't think she would have been dating that EMT a few years ago if they were together then.

W: Damn. I forgot about him. Gris didn't like him at all.

C: (Short laugh) No he didn't.

In unison--

C/W: He was jealous.

C: It feels good to laugh after the last day or so.

W: Yeah.

C: You know, they're a lot alike. They're both nerds. They probably understand each other on some strange socially awkward level.

W: (Laughs) When you put it like that, you're probably right.

Interior. ICU waiting room. Greg, Nick and Sofia are sitting. Nick and Sofia next to each other. Greg apart.

S: How on earth did we not know?

N: (Shrugs) We know Grissom. I didn't know for sure if he was even interested in women. (At their looks) Or men. Work and bugs.

S: (Laughs) Tell me about it.

N: You had a thing for him?

S: I was intrigued. I had never met anyone quite like him before. He asked me to dinner once when I got demoted by Ecklie.

N: Oh Yeah. He wanted you to find Grissom negligent in that old case.

S: He wasn't. I thought he might be interested in me afterwards. Turns out all he wanted to do was extol the virtues of being a CSI and not let Ecklie influence my judgment.

N: That's Grissom. 

G: Maybe he was already with Sara.

S: I don't think we'll ever know.

G: What do you think Ecklie will do?

S: He could fire them. I know from personal experience he has a vindictive streak.

G: So a psycho almost kills Sara, and he fires her? Doesn't seem right.

N: You know that isn't the reason.

G: In other labs, they could be married and still work together.

S: This isn't other labs.

They're quiet for a few moments.

N: They should have leveled with us.

S: You almost sound angry. Look I don't work with them as closely as you do--

N: He almost got her killed because some psycho figured out he was sleeping with her. (Softly) He shouldn't have been sleeping with her.

S: You are mad.

N: I don't know what I feel.

S: I think you love both of them separately, and you don't yet know how to think of them as a couple.

N: Yeah. Maybe. It's as if I never really knew either one of them.

G: They're still the same people.

N: You're all right with them being together?

G: I'm not going to judge them if that's what you mean.

N: You think that's what I'm doing?

G: Maybe. 

N: Do you think Grissom really loves her?

G: Yeah. 

N: What about Sara?

S: She's been in love with him for a while.

N: What makes you say that.

S: Let's just say that as a woman I picked up on certain vibes.

N: Not on his side?

S: No. I thought the same as you. That the man had no interest in a relationship with anyone. But I'm sure he loves Sara.

N: What makes you so sure?

S: I saw his face when the paramedics couldn't get a pulse. He was terrified.

N: So was I…

S: We all were. But--I can't explain it. It was as if the life was draining out of him.

Greg stands up and walks over to the glass, looks in.

G: She's still asleep.

N: Grissom still with her?

Greg nods.

N: So let me get this straight. You two are okay with the two of them being together?

S: I don't think they should lose their jobs if that's what you mean. 

G: You know how I feel.

N: (Throwing his hands up) All right. I guess I just have to get used to this.

Exterior. Catherine is pacing.

C:  Where the hell is Ecklie anyway?

W: How much do you think he knows?

C: I don't know. But Gil isn't making any effort to hide how he feels about her now. God I hope she's going to be okay. For his sake as well as hers. What was it he said? The only person he'd ever loved. Hard to believe a man can get to be 50 years old without ever falling in love. (Beat) Maybe he had no idea how to handle everything.

They're quiet for a few moments.

W: You said she was conscious when they brought her in.

C: Yeah. And Gil wanted to stay with her in the ER.

W: Is that what that nurse was telling you?

C: I'm glad Brass showed up and took him for a walk.

A car pulls up; Ecklie gets out.

E: I hear Sidle's been found alive. Is she going to make it?

C: We think so. They're still trying to get her stabilized. Nick and Sofia found her just in time.

E: Grissom rode the Medi-Vac with her?

C: So?

E: That's against regulations. I haven't seen all of the reports, but I heard that Natalie kidnapped Sidle to get back at Grissom for the death of her foster father?

C: That seems to be the consensus.

E: I heard Grissom almost lost it in interrogation.

C: I probably would have lost it too.

E: Are you covering for him?

C; Look, Ecklie, if you want to ask me something, just ask.

E: Where's Grissom now?

C: We don't know. Last I saw Brass was taking him for coffee.

E: Stokes and Sanders? 

C: In the waiting room. Sofia too.

Brass appears, sees Ecklie, hesitates, then approaches.

C: Any news?

B: She's out of the ER, but they're keeping her in ICU for the next 24 hours.

E: Where's Grissom?

B: With Sara.

E: In ICU? I thought only family..

B: She doesn't have anyone else. 

E: All right. Let's stop pussyfooting around here. I want you all to tell me how long Grissom and Sidle have been dating.

C: We have no idea.

E: You're covering for them.

B: No. She's not. I know for a fact no one of the team knew anything before this whole mess started.

E: What about you? 

B: I had my suspicions for a while. I only found out for sure about a few months or so ago.

E: And you didn't tell anyone?

B: Not my secret to tell.

E: It's a violation of lab policy.

B: Your lab, not mine.

E: How did you find out? They weren't messing around on the job, I hope.

B: (Glares at him) No. They're 100% professional on the job. I found out by accident away from work. That's all I'm going to say.

C: Do you know how long they've been together, Jim?

B: No idea. But I think it's been a while. You're going to hear it anyway, so I may as well tell you they're living together.

E: Well that's just great. Who told you that?

B: He did. When the ICU nurse told him he couldn't go in with her because he wasn't family, he told her they lived together, so he was her family.

E: They're not secretly married or anything like that?

B: I don't think so. If they were I think he would have said so. His emotions are pretty raw.

E: Good old fashioned shacking up.

W: Hey Ecklie. You don't have to be so crude.

Pause. Everyone seems to regroup.

E: So you're telling me no one else knew about them?

C: I swear I had no idea.

W: Me neither.

E: Don't tell me they've been together since he brought her here.

C: I don't think so, but you'll have to ask him.

E: I'm going to do just that. 

Ecklie starts toward the doors. Brass steps in front of him.

B: Not now.

E: He's broken so many rules. He needs to explain himself.

C: It's not the right time. He hasn't slept for 2 days. We were out in the desert all day looking for her. He's still worried sick about her. We all are. 

B: Forget the rules for once. You should care more about the people. Sara came within an inch of losing her life, and all you care about is lab policy?

Brass continues to block his path.

E: All right. Let's just go in and see how she's doing.

Interior. ICU waiting room. Nick and Sofia are still sitting together, talking quietly. Greg is still staring in through the glass. We see what he's looking at: a woman is lying in the bed with IVs in her; her left arm is in a soft cast. We see it is Sara. She appears to be asleep. There is a man in a chair sitting next to the bed, holding her right hand. It is Grissom. He appears to be talking to her, but we can't hear what he's saying. 

Ecklie, Catherine, Brass and Warrick enter the waiting room. Greg turns around and stiffens at the sight of Ecklie. Nick and Sofia look up at him, uneasily.

E: (Smiles sheepishly, as if realizing he's unwelcome) How's she doing?

S: They think she'll be fine in a few days. She's on fluids and pain meds. But she'll probably need surgery on her arm.

E: I understand you and Nick found her. How did she get out from under the car?

N: We don't know. But she was smart enough to take the mirror with her. I saw the reflection...otherwise…

E: You might have been too late.

S: She was starting to shut down.

During the conversation, Brass, Catherine and Warrick have moved towards the glass.

C: Looks like she's asleep. She is conscious?

S: Yes. She's conscious. They want her to sleep.

E: (Looking around) Where's Grissom?

Catherine nods towards the glass.

E: Still with her?

C: I don't think he's leaving anytime soon.

E: Look, why don't you all go home and get some sleep. It looks as if you're going to be a little short for a while.

N: (Blurts out) You're not going to fire them, because if you do, that would be so wrong.

E: I don't believe you people. They've been deceiving you, and you all act like I'm the bad guy here. There are rules people.

G: Stupid rules.

E: Didn't you used to have a crush on her? I think you'd be the last person to approve of her sleeping with her boss--and yours.

G: She's my friend. I'm for whatever makes her happy.

W: You keep trying to make it sound dirty.

E: I have one of my supervisors carrying on with one of his team for who knows how long. What would you call it?

S: We don't choose who we fall in love with.

E: You all sound like a bunch of hopeless romantics.

C: We don't have the happiest of jobs. Maybe it's nice to be talking about 2 people who love each other instead of people killing each other for a change.

N: Yeah, and we wouldn't even be talking about them if Natalie hadn't tried to kill Sara.

W: Look, Ecklie, we care about both of them. If they have found something with each other, we're fine with it. They both needed to find something. So we're good. You should be too.

E: I don't even want to think about all the cases they've compromised.

C: It's a lab policy, not a law. Other labs even have married couples working together. They've never compromised anything. If they had, don't you think one of us would have noticed?

E: You never noticed they were living together.

Greg, Nick and Sofia look surprised by this.

C: We look at the evidence in a crime. We weren't looking for a love affair. Their work has always been above reproach.

E: You all feel the same way?

He receives a chorus of Yeses and affirmative nods. Ecklie walks over to the glass and looks in. Grissom is still holding her hand. Ecklie turns back to them.

E: (Sighs) Well. I guess I'll figure out what to do about all of this later.

B: Good decision.

E: I still think you all should go home and get some sleep. Oh, good job everyone. Finding Sara I mean.

With that Ecklie leaves. They all watch him go.

C: He has a point. About sleep I mean.

W: Someone needs to pry Gris out of there. He needs food and sleep.

C: And a shower. Look, why don't you guys take off. I'll see if I can get him to go home after you leave.

Doc Robbins and Super Dave arrive.

R: How is she?

B: They think she'll be fine.

R: How's Gil?

C: You're not going to tell us you knew about them?

R: No. But I'm not surprised. 

C: You're the only one.

R: It's always been pretty clear they have a connection, but I didn't know. Now everyone does. The Lab grapevine is working overtime.

C: I'll bet.

Interior of Sara's room. She opens her eyes; Grissom smiles at her. She looks confused.

G: You're in the hospital. 

S: You stayed with me?

G: Yeah.

S: (Her eyes focusing; she sees the figures behind the glass) Is that the team?

G: They're worried about you. (Seeing her confusion, gently) It's okay. Everyone knows.

S: About us?

G: (Nods) I only want you to worry about getting well.

S: Aren't you worried what they think?

G: I don't care what they think. (Puts both his hands around hers, and squeezes her hand) All I care about is you.

Interior. Sara's room. Sometime later. She is asleep. Grissom is still sitting next to her in the chair; he is barely awake. The door opens, and Catherine enters. She has obviously been home. She is wearing fresh clothes.

C: Come on Gil. You need to go home and get a shower.

G: I don't think I should leave her.

C: You can barely stay awake. You don't smell great either. She'll be fine. Sleep is the best medicine.

He stands up and stretches a little; he looks at Sara.

C: The nurse said she'll call you if anything changes, but she's probably out of the woods. 

G: Okay. (Leaning down) I'll be back soon.

C: Go ahead and kiss her. I know you want to. (He shoots her a look then leans over and kisses her forehead.) Oh, Gil, my friend, you've got it bad.

G: (Confused) Got what bad?

C: (Laughs) You're such a dork.

Interior. Grissom's condo. The sound of the doorbell. Grissom appears. He is in clean clothes and is freshly shaven. He opens the door. It's Catherine.

C: You look a lot better.

G: I slept. I don't think I've ever been so tired.

C: Fear is exhausting. (He smiles slightly.) Gil, in all the time I've known you I think the past couple days were the first time I've ever seen you really scared.

G: I don't know what to say to you. In many ways, you've been about as close to me…

C: But you've never been in love with me.

G: No.

C: Well I've never been in love with you either. (She looks around, taking note of the plants and the pictures on the walls.) A woman lives here.

G: How?

C: It's decorated. Your idea of decorating is bookshelves and dead bugs. I was in your old place a number of times, remember? (Sensing his discomfort) Are you planning to marry her?

G: We've never talked about it.

C: A woman living with a man who doesn't bring up marriage?

G: I'm a lot older than she is.

C: I doubt she cares. 

G: Wouldn't you?

C: Not if I loved him. (She looks at him for a moment) Gil, if you're worried about your age difference, take it from me, there are much bigger considerations. If you can live under the same roof that's half the battle.

G: Battle?

C: (Smiles) You are so innocent sometimes. You have to fight sometimes.

G: (Contemplating) She was upset when I took my sabbatical and…(almost accusatory) what did you tell her about me and Heather? 

C: If you'd been honest with me about your relationship, I wouldn't have told her anything.

G: Whatever you think about my relationship with Heather, you're wrong. I've never been in love with her. I've never slept with her either.

C: I find that hard to believe.

G: Everything isn't about sex.

C: You can't deny your fascination.

G: I'm fascinated by a lot of things. We have a connection, yes, but so do you and I. She sees things other people don't.

C: What things?

G: She reads people in ways I wish I could.

C: She reads you?

G: She knew how I felt in 2 minutes.

C: About Sara?

G: (He's said too much.) Yeah.

C: I wish I had.

Catherine looks around the condo again. There are so many little feminine touches. Sara really does live here. Feeling contrite--

C: Is Sara still upset? About what I said?

G: No. (He seems someplace else for a moment) I want to get back to the hospital. Have you seen Ecklie?

C: Don't worry about Ecklie. 

G: I have to worry about Ecklie. He's been looking for a reason for a long time. He has one now.

C: You worry about Sara. We'll handle Ecklie.

G: I don't understand. I thought you were mad, you know--

C: Gil, I'll probably never understand you and Sara, but I don't think you should lose your job for loving someone. Come on. Let's get you back to the hospital.

Catherine walks out. Gil stares after his friend for a moment, smiles, and follows her out.

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puzzle piece (l.dh) + (n.jm)

“What do you mean by, ‘Don’t be pissed.’?! You decide to eat my ramen and fake your death for 2 years?!” This wasn’t real. Hyuck stood in front of one of his best friends, Na Jaemin. Or an alternative name, ‘Missing Dumbass’. “What can I say, I knew you would remember me if I left with something of yours.” Jae smiled with a shrug of his shoulders as he opened his friend’s fridge. 

“I mean. Duh. Welcome back and all but why is the first thing you properly greet, the ‘fridge’?” Hyuck asked as he walked over and tried closing the door that hid all of his treasure: food. “You literally just scolded me like a child and you’re mad at ME for not giving you a nice warm hug?!” Jaemin’s words bounced off of deaf ears. “and for your information, Donghyuck-ah...I’m hungry?” Jaemin looked puzzled as he started to raid the cabinets. “It’s 4 AM.” “I haven’t eaten yet.” Jaemin was now being chased by Hyuck around the small kitchen. 

Jaemin made a game as he opened a cabinet to have Hyuck close it right after. Another one. Another. Another. “Want me to be a mother? I will get my belt in a seco- put my spatula down!” 

~~

No one knew this was coming, honestly. Donghyuck had gotten comfortable in his onsie and already logged out of his games, getting ready for a nice long sleep. Then...banging.

“I swear to God, Renjun. If you make me check under your bed one more ti-” Then he was met face to face with...a face he once knew very well. A blue mop of hair laid on top of the boy’s head. A jersey thrown on top of a dark hoodie with baggy jeans and skate shoes. Definitely not what Hyuck imagined Jaemin looking like after going missing for 2 years. 

“Uh.” Hyuck stalled, the hall light dimmed for the rest of the world who was asleep. “You got food?” Jae pushed past him and directly to the kitchen, not even bothering to take his shoes off. “Bread or something?” “Hello?” Jaemin acted so normal in the most abnormal situation. 

“Where the hell have you been?” Hyuck looked at the time, 3:52 AM blinked on the oven. “The club. Sorry to worry you, Mom.” Jae started to get a pan out and filled it with water. “Where do you keep the noodles?” He started opening the cabinets and drawers restlessly. “I’m out...Going to pick up more later- Are you drunk?” “No. Do you have anything?” “Not really.” Jae just stood in the middle of the small kitchen to throw his head up to the ceiling and whine. 

“I can go run to the store if you need me to.” Hyuck grabbed his keys that laid on the counter top. “No, it’s fine. I’m fine.” “No you’re not. You show up with BLUE hair and you tell me, ‘I’m fine.’?” Hyuck stood with one hand on his hip, the other pointing to his taller friend. 

Jaemin just looked around. “And don’t forget how pissed I am about what you did before you decided to run off and be little mr. independent.” Donghyuck’s nagging had definitely developed after not hearing it for the past years. “Ew. You’re turning into me, stop.” “Well someone had to hold it together for the kids.” An eye roll was earned from Jaemin.

“Everyday Jaemin. I pay the bills, I do the grocery shopping, teaching my classes to come home to dishes overflowing from the sink and the chicken hasn’t been thawed...the rice hasn’t been washed. I drive Jisung to school-” “His classes are across the street from his apartment-” “Don’t patronize me.” Donghyuck slapped the top of his friend’s head, a finger pointed in the hungry boy’s face. 

“Don’t be pissed.” Jae pushed his friend’s finger out of his face. That was the last straw.

~~

“Which one?” Donghyuck asked as he watched Jaemin scan the options of instant meals from the 7-11 shelves. “Oooo. This one.” He picked up a nice-looking meal and automatically took off towards the ice cream. He grabbed an arm full as Hyuck could physically hear his wallet weep.

“Anything else?” He asked out of politeness. “Yeah. You get something.” Jaemin motioned to the whole store with a flick of his head. “No thanks. I’m not really in the mood to eat.” Hyuck shook his head as he walked closer to the check-out. The grumbling in his stomach made him bite his inner lip.

Jaemin let all of the merchandise fall onto the counter without a care as a candy bar was added to the top. “Is this all?” The cashier asked the man in the onsie with a wallet in the line of vision. Donghyuck nodded with a small sigh as he saw the total a couple dollars under his current life-savings. 

He didn’t think. Just swiped. 

Jaemin walked out happily munching on a random ice cream. “Are you sure you don't want one?” He asked as he held the bag up to his friend’s face. Hyuck could only shake his head no as they made the walk back to the apartment. 

“Thank you for paying.” Jaemin minded his manners and it fell onto deaf ears again. 

The rest of the walk was silent as the early morning air nipped at both of their cheeks. 

Jae made himself at home on the couch as Donghyuck locked the door. He walked in to see Jae with his feet up and TV remote in hand. “I’m going to get ready.” Hyuck sighed as he walked into his bedroom. 

He began changing when he heard the front door open. In panic, he raced out of the room to see if Jaemin was still here. He was, but now a shocked and semi-petrified Jisung stood in the entry way. 

“Jae-Jaemin?” Jisung asked and Jaemin looked over to see Hyuck too tired for any of this. “I’m the ghost of Jaemin.” Jae moved his hands in a weird way which had Jisung reeling towards him to pull his hair. 

“Ow.” “You are real!” Jisung shouted which made a shrill of pain go through Hyuck’s brain. 

“And I’m going to finish getting ready.” Donghyuck removed himself to finish preparing himself for the day. A fatigued headache made home in his head as he grabbed his glasses and empty wallet. 

“Can we go to 7-11 for breakfast?” Jisung asked and Hyuck wanted to scream. “I don’t think that’s an option for today, Jwi.” He patted the taller boy’s back. Jisung nodded and grabbed his bag. “Are you still going to be here when I get back?” The youngest boy’s eyes could make anyone cry but the question just hit a little too hard. 

“Uh.” Jaemin looked down to his lap. “Yeah.” His smile was faltering but it seemed somewhat genuine. Jisung didn’t know better and walked out of the door to go to school. Donghyuck followed but made sure to look at his close friend on the couch. 

“We want you back around. But, if you don’t think it’s time yet. The door is where you left it.” And with that, he was driving Jisung to school.

~~

“Today...” Donghyuck looked out into the eyes of his students. “I have to grade. So you are dismissed.” The students jumped up and ran out of the classroom in a cheer. The fact is that Hyuck hadn’t gotten sleep in 48 hours and he was sparking. He had settled down to TRY and grade but found himself slipping. 

He picked up his pen and started reading over the papers with ease. 

A

A

A

F

What were you thinking?

A

B

D

F

Do you even take my class?

B

B

B

C

“Donghyuck-ah.” Next thing you know, Hyuck actually woke up and looked down to see the papers un-graded. Taeyong and Mark stood before him and he quickly rose to his feet to bow. “I apologize for falling asleep.” “No matter to that now. We have a problem.” Mark spoke and Hyuck thought his heart skipped a beat. 

“Follow us.” 

He didn’t miss a beat as he followed his leaders down the hall of the academic buildings. Things were quiet...almost too quiet.

~~

He was just here...why did he leave again?

LEE DONGHYUCK - “Haechan” 35.1796° N, 129.0756° E MISSION TITLE:  Retrieval  POSITION: Shooter ; Post ; Retrieving Party

Jaemin had run off again. The Junior Forces felt different again. It only felt normal for a day then...hurting replaced the feeling of being complete once again. “I miss Jaemin.” Jisung muttered as he sat in-between Chenle and Hyuck. “We’re going to get him back. Don’t worry.” Chenle tried his best to comfort his friend. 

Yet, Hyuck was trying not to pass out in the seat. Tiredness turned into sickness. Hungry and cold as the glass holding his head up kept rattling. 

I didn’t mean for him to leave again

Mark pulled up to the coordinates and Donghyuck was the first to get out. It’s not that he cared the most...he felt like he was obligated to bring back his brother. It wasn’t the same without him.

Everyone was shocked to see that they were at cliffs that overlooked the sea. Just grass...grass...edge.

They all looked at each other before slowly stalking towards the side of the drop-off. They looked down to see Jaemin laying on a lower ledge. Hands under his head and his feet swinging to the beat of the music coming out of his phone. 

“Ja-” Jisung was cut off by Jeno throwing a hand over his mouth. “Don’t scare him off.” Jeno warned and the younger stayed quiet. Tear streaks illuminated Jaemin’s face as the sun was beginning to make way for the moon. 

“I got this.” Hyuck spoke and broke through the wall of boys; the gun being put back into the holster on his leg. He hopped back into the car and instructed Lele to drive to the nearest 7-11. 

In and out. Ramen and iced coffee. When he got back he saw the rest of the boys just silently lounging on the grass. Jisung was sleeping on Renjun’s legs as the sun was going down more. “Did he move?” Hyuck asked as Mark trailed by him. “No. But he was yelling a little while ago. Something about dying?” Mark questioned and Hyuck didn’t need to hear anymore.

[ suggestion : listen to And I’m here by Kim Kyung Hee or Puzzle Piece by Nct Dream while reading ] 

He didn’t waste time in jumping down the small cliff onto the next landing. Jaemin didn’t even acknowledge his brother as he stared into the sunset.

They both stared into the setting sky painted with vibrant colors of red and oranges. Hyuck sighed in relief as he finally sat down. He took Jae’s hand and put the cold coffee can into it. “They had your favorite.” Donghyuck bumped his elbow lightly. “And I got the ramen you like. It was on sale so I got you two.” Hyuck held both up in his hands. 

The sniffles brought his attention up to his blue-headed friend. The boys who looked over the edge were shocked at what happened next. Donghyuck threw his arms around his friend, bringing Jaemin’s head to his chest. The sobs broke all of their hearts and made Hyuck become misty-eyed himself. 

“We’re here for you. I promise.” Hyuck nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. “We.” The first tear fell as he tried to take a deep breath. “We just want you safe. We want you home.” As both the boys were crying and holding one another, the others couldn’t help but getting choked up.

“I didn't mean to be away for so long. But I got- I got hurt and I didn't want to ask,” Jae sat up and tried to take a deep breath. “I didn’t wan-want to ask for help.” He caught sight of the boys who listened intently. “I wanted to pick up Jisung from school but-but I got up and hurt my back again and wanted to run away again.” He confessed as he looked to the sleepy Jisung who had tears in his eyes.

“And I’m still hurt. I don’t know why I came back-” “Hey. Enough of that.” Hyuck rubbed his friend’s back soothingly. “And I realized I drained your bank account when I came back. And I feel,” The sobs ceased for a deep breath, “horrible.” Hyuck brought him in for another hug. “I’m just glad you came home.” He reassured the boy in front of him. 

“We want you home. Even if you need another 2 years to recover, Jae. That’s okay.” Mark piped in and the boys hummed their understanding. “This. This isn’t healthy.” Renjun hopped down to the ledge where Hyuck and Jaemin sat. He took a seat on the other side of Jae and gave a sad smile.

“We’re not us when you’re not around. You’re like...” Renjun was at a loss for words. “Our missing puzzle piece.”  Jeno finished and everyone turned to him where his arm was strung around Chenle’s shoulders. 

“Please come home.” Lele added quietly and Jae thought for a moment. “...I...” He started but lost his words as quickly as they came. 

He faced towards the sunset again and folded his legs under him. He was never good with words and they all understood that. It was okay. 

He was okay.

“The sun is about to set.” He whispered and all the boys came onto the tiny cliff to surround their long lost friend in a warm huddle. Someone’s hand was rubbing Jae’s back lovingly, but no one knew who as the tangle of love wrapped them all up with each other.

Once the sun finally fell below the sea, they still sat there. “I’m ready to go home.” Jae choked and he was helped up and off of the cliff back to the car. Hyuck’s arm was thrown over the taller boy’s shoulder.

Jaemin got the window seat as they drove all the way back to Seoul. The rest of the boys dozed off into la-la land as Mark drove silently. Hyuck stayed awake to look over the group while Jaemin watched as the rain poured down on the windows. The city lights were streaked memories of being on the run. 

Donghyuck’s head started bobbing up and down halfway through the drive. He was losing his battle with staying awake for the rest of the trip. Jaemin took note as he guided Hyuck’s head to lay on his shoulder. 

“Thank you.” Was all that the boy could mutter. “And one more thing, Jae.” He took the strength he had left to look up at the boy. “If you ever kill yourself. I’m gonna kill you.” Jaemin looked confused as he made sure all of the other boys were sleeping. 

Jisung was curled up next to Chenle, Renjun was holding onto Jeno as they both snored softly. Jae looked back to Hyuck. “What are you talking about?” He asked and Hyuck was already half-asleep on his shoulder. 

“Mark said you were yelling on the cliff. Something about dying.” Hyuck said groggily taking out his phone and earbuds. “Oh. My phone died in the middle of my playlist.” Jae chuckled and had no time to react before an earbud was being shoved into his ear. 

“Good. ‘Cause I was gonna beat you up when I woke up.” Music was turned on and Hyuck curled up into Jaemin’s side one last time. 

Jae would make eye contact with Mark through the rearview mirror every now and again, flashing a smile that all the boys missed very much. 

Yet, Jae found himself being distracted with looking out the window every time he felt a rush or serenity. He hummed some of the songs before passing out against the window himself. 

They all slept feeling full and complete with one another.

They got their missing puzzle piece.

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Feeling Good Part 3 F.V-Imagine

Hey loves, since I had not posted in a bit This is gonna be a really long one I hope you enjoy the read and music that has been attached. P.s - sorry for any spelling mistakes it should still be a good read.

There were angry hisses and growls from Jacob and your family.  Edward's face grew cold with great concern for you: Bella started to panic "no, No!. There Not taking Her anywhere and she's not going to stay with those monster!... Wh-What if they Kill her because of the last time With Renesmee." " She's leaving, she can't stay here, I won't let them take her. She's going to live with my mom in Jacksonville". As Bella frantically tries to pack her things, Edward stops her "Bella", you know that's not going to work.  They have a tracker Demetri. They could easily find her, your mother, and Phil and Kill all three of them instantly. There's no point in putting others in danger." Carlisle spoke, " Edward is right, we just all need to be calm and there old friends of mine, they will come we'll have the meeting and clear the air, but we should also prepare they can be unpredictable." With that said, your mom still packed a small bag with your stuff just in case everyone started being more alert and wary of their surrounding. As for you. You had to start coming home earlier and stay out late less, which put a damper on your senior your but you didn't mind because you still thankfully have the chance, to even see and hang out with your friends. And coming home earlier wasn't such a bad idea since now it was November 1st, winter was approaching fast, and it started to get darker quicker. But that also meant the Volturi were on there a way you didn't know when exactly. And on the first week of December, they arrived, you were at school when they had come, and you had a group project to complete, which was already completed: you just stayed back at school to finalize the presentation of the slide show and sort out who did what in your project. You said bye to your girlfriend's Lily, Dee, and Kiki and told them: you'll see them when you've returned because you were going on a getaway trip just for the weekend with you and your sister only. Arriving home, you see a strange set of vampires with crimson red eyes. Anyone that saw them would be a fool to think they were normal or contact lenses. They all waited for you to step into the house,  soon as you turned to close the door behind you, you felt a presence standing quite close smelling you.  Remembering that they drank human blood while the Cullen's settled only for animals. "ahh...delicious." the voice quietly whispered into your ear. Quickly turning around facing them, but by the time you had done so, the vampire retreaded standing next to the other kings, the one that had spoken was Aro. The three were quite beautiful, you could tell who wash who and their personality: Aro with life in his eyes was the main king out of the three yes hey shared the same power, but he was the head and looking at you wildly with gleaming eyes. Next on his left was a bored and a perpetually sad-looking man, looking as if he had a sense of longing to end his miserable life and has seen the many secrets and mysteries of the world ad is not tired. On the right was Caius, the pure blond-haired man, which his hair was better than your aunt Rosalie's, not a single strand astray but put together and looked as if every strand is from silk. But his expression filled with such disdain you had never seen such a face, not even when Rosy disapproved of Bella and Edward taking you in the first place she grew to like you and became your second or third mother. As for the guards, you recognized every last one of them: Demetri, the world's best tracker no know can hide from him, then there were the twins' Jane and Alec, Jane could make others feel pain while her brother could take away peoples sense completely, and finally the man towering an over everybody else next to Demetri was Felix, and he was beautiful, and I couldn't resist him. I knew deep down he was most likely the killer of my parents only following orders.  I regained my composure and said "hello" anyway. Aro then grabbed my hand without hesitation and began to look through all the memories that I had lived through, "Interesting, you've had quite the bittersweet life." all the while, Aro still looking intensely into my Y/e/c colored eyes.  Pulling away completely and turning to look at my parents, "She'll be coming with us now." " She Won't be going anywhere!" my mother said while whirling me behind her back, not even realizing. But my body was feeling the after effect.  My dad Edward in front now in front of both of us. Aro looked at Felix, and Felix stared approaching, smiled,  "Edward seems like you've come back for round two."  Hisses were erupting from the room before Esme stepped in." please not in the house. I'm sure there must be some mistake. Y/n has done nothing wrong and she will be turned, in due time when its right Carlisle will take care of her." " Yes I already have the preparations in place Aro" and unexpectedly a "No!" had come from Felix. Aro looked at Felix and took his hand. Felix obeyed,  when Aro was done he laughed like a maniac and turn to me, repeating what he said earlier, " interesting." With everyone in the room at that point confused as to what was going on. I  spoke,  "What so interesting? and why do you keep saying that?" by this point, I was incredibly annoyed.   I just wanted to eat, " I'm going to the kitchen, I'm hungry and this whole dramatic crap, I'm over it." Walking away.  Nessie had made my favorite chicken parmesan with some pasta and salad.  Setting my plate down on the table, everyone was staring at me, but I ignored the burning stare put in my earphones. One of the King's Marcus taps me on the shoulder,  "May I join you?". I paused for a while unsure of what to say and he followed up the silence by saying "I had already drunk so, I won't bite."  Marcus offering me what appears to be a sympathetic smile on a sad-faced man. It was kind of nice to see him smile, " sure." I said plainly and he motioned everyone for us to be alone.  Everyone left, but the tall one hesitated to leave, which then Marcus said" Felix, she will be alright, I promise." The man only nodded and took his leave, "why is he so concerned about me? and what does he have to do with me?". Marcus replied, "Y/n your his mate." the man said point-blank. I looked at him as if he were mad, and he knew what I was thinking. He followed up by saying, " I know you're upset about the death of your parentings, and yes, he was a part of the cause that they're dead. But he simply follows orders if not he will suffer the consequences or maybe a fate worse." "Death." was all I said and a yes was retorted back at me. We sat in silence so I could digest what I have just learned. That the man that I'm supposed to be with: one was my lover and two a part of my parent's death. It was all too much for me to bear and, I ran away as fast as could I ended up taking a nasty fall down a hill and didn't remember a thing about my parent or how they died. All I knew was I falling for a man, I barely knew and I would soon come to know that he sweet but very flirtatious and that would one day get him into trouble and possibly lose all he had with me. He would flirt with everyone including my mother but she doesn't even realize and honestly, at first, I thought okay haha, but when I did decide to leave after graduation to be with him at the castle in Volterra. I was amazed and in awe of the building and come to realize that the rules they enforce I understand but the way they go about it is a little brutal but overall understanding, anyway back to Felix. That's when the boredom started to kick in, after that Felix was on missions constantly and flirting with every dead and living girl that was in sight but the living ones usually became the snack afterward.  it finally came tumbling down when we had a big fight. I was going about my business touring and sightseeing parts of the city I have never been to, one because my Italian wasn't that great and two I was scared being on my own, but boy when I started to speak a bit more fluently be able to get around on my own the sight and places, as well as the delicious pastries and goodies I got to eat, was great. The day was great until Felix angrily approached me, I swear if he still had life in his body his face would be mad with furry, practically dragging me by my wrist and how I know he was angry, Gianna said hello and he did not even bat an eye in her direction and with that, she tried to ask "Hey! Y/n what happened?" and before I can respond Felix picked me up and threw me over his shoulders. "Felix!!!" I shouted because at this point I was angry he was acting like this and he picked me up and headed to the throne room. Aro had looked at me and said "Y/n dove eri?" I responded, "Aro in un Citta in un Caffe". Felix then responded, " If you were in town at one of the cafes!, Why didn't you say anything! or tell someone when you left!". "I did if you had gone into the room to look Smartass! You would have seen It!".  and then the line was drawn " What kind of Girl are you!, You so free-willed, careless, would it kill you to use your head Y/n!?!, you could have been Kill or hurt by some low life!". "But I was-. before I could speak Felix pinned me to the wall and I then felt true fear of what others fate that had suffered at the hand of the great Felix Volturi and worst of all the thing that hurt the most " Y/n we should have killed you when we had the chance, like your mother and father!!." him not realizing what he said "Felix!!!" Aro called "put down the girl, she's terrified...". Once Felix snapped out of it "Y/n I'm sorry." But before he could touch you, you slapped his hand away and made your decision to leave but Caius spoke "What you did and said to Y/n was distasteful and I don't care for humans all the much, but I think some time in the dungeon would do you some good." Without Felix saying anything he simply nodded and took himself in and before he would have come to know you had already packed your things to go home.

#felix+volturi+imagine #felix+volturi+x+reader #felix volturi #imagine #twilight #volturi

[throwingideasatthewall]

Clone Wars     Shadow      Warriors

            Seas 4

Oh    this-   just    screams      edgy        ...   Whelp

So is Jar      Jar an     adult,       now,?            (Asking because before his    characteri         zation was force of nature to child

Now he    seems to have his own    personality.

Which is fine   if you want to change some details for the sake of a    better story,      (Or to simply      explore         a new       angle,).    Aesthetic

     Just.            need to make sure I’m holding them to the right standard,

    Okay,

   That-         was    relatively     adult,

  Mm

   Um.

   I

 Aight        .           .       Well-

   Wait 

    Did they just call Jar Jar     away from      Cou-ncil-

    .         I mean they are clearly    trying       which          is   some thing       I do       give credit   for-

   Though                The             Tone              Is            Robot-                 Ic-

       (Though that might be int-         entional since it seems to be hinting that this lady is practicing some kind of         mind tricks on him

   (Aka, he’s doing it         under           tox, because we don’t do suspension of choice in     dra-         mat         ic       Me-     -dia,

 S’up

 What?

  I-

  -

   H-elp

Screw my own   accou-   -ntability     -      See that was the correct   -amount of   emotion-

.        Okay        -         Right-

  Sus-       (pic)

    No one noticed the obvious people right there?

  Like not even      Mr. sus         there?

[or are they just so    kind that it’s like   oh yeah we were just talking hate speech     but go right ahead?

Logic?

 There

  Yeah    some shit is definitely going on,

   For sake of argument*     sake, i’m just going to assume that his reaction to      toxic    behavior

*Account     ability-

 Any way

  I-

  I’m still      going to try,

  Despite  you clearly saying you want understood

   Because assumed authority        - and assuming you know better than a person about themselves

     Is totally ok-

     - In this         society

-[Cries        in       sad    “accountability,”     -of-      war,        ]

  Whelp,

  In-    flue-     n      -c      e

 Still an  adult-

  Okay-

 Imagine    it was just a normal necklace     and he pulled that shit-

[Ok for the sake of argument I’m going to assume the necklace is symbolism for toxic influence,

  Being around it         enabling]

  It-         -       His voice voice dropped like         - 6 octaves

     Also I swear if they try to   excuse him      for his actions-

     No

    Mind over matter     -Okay, so they’re not excusing him for his   -actions,

   Me-          an         -       OK so it’s not naturally evil it    just comes down to the users      so that dude was still totally responsible,

  Didn’t    change    - much

    -     Ha-Ha

  Actual     gas     -lighting”

    Also     persuade,            -             Okay,     good not excusing him       from his actions,      -      Thing

The   gaslighting goes deep      -      Also isn’t the Darkside supposed to be      negative over involvement?      -       Aight-         -       -           A-lone

  Oh yeah that’s a great idea let’s just let the  dude that just got gaslighted and completely fell forward go back into the person who did it,

 👍

     Genius     

    (This Jedi Council is fucking                  brilliant)

     Gas-       Light-         Ing

(Note;      Confronting the gas lighter is never the way       to do it       (Inter-             Gen-)          (Excluding accountability of the abuser     (Gen-break           Venting Pro-      Ced- u        re)

 [as you’re usually too angry     to let them get a word in edgewise        And remain;           in control)

  With inter- gen productivity,         They are possibly given       five warnings before         Being          Kick        ed-]

   For the sake of argu-       ment as well       as simplicity-

    We’re stick       -ing with        bas-         ic-

    If someone’s acting toxic        with you, you         reflect and you don’t have to         hang out with anyone         you don’t want to,

    Logic

   This dude      is very clearly making it obvious that    he’s willing to listen to this person,

 And, enabling

“Cl-”

See he’s gaslighting him again      because   he thinks he can get away with it,

With no   accoun-       tability-

 (Or the small bit      this society      believes      in     which is    jail,”

Wr-

Oh!

 Is he a     Gungan      Jedi?

  Also,

  You Don’t  

    SAY!

(The repeated Gaslighter      who has shown multiple times to be     toxic,       Was toxic,    (And prepared to use any means to      subvert the         will? 

Prize  for the  most   in  competent      Je      di

 Like,        Serious-         (Really had to put those two    accoun  t-      ability- cells      to good -    use-”

(For   matting       issue-)

  The writer just saving us the effort of him coming downstairs -all feckin- weird, and the   obvious    “should’ve seen that coming,     “

   ?             ha-ha

    What?

Oh yeah       no the creepy magical stuff wasn’t enough of a      fecking clue in-

  Appar-

   Whelp-

  He   snapped out of that quick-

  Like didn’t even need a      reverse- mind trick

   Good for      him-

   And - actual-     nar-    rative-        -

   Whelp,

   Wreck-ing      -house

       Okay, but how do you think this is going to look to the general public like two Jedi,( very good at persuasion -    mind tricks’ -just showed up, now they’re leader and said Jedi are wreck-ing one of their minster’s houses-  

     One who could’ve     feign-           ed lack of support for the        war

     Like if this is a     set up-  

 the chips-      are about to fall,

 Da-

Okay, seriously how obviously evil,    was this person?

Like we have a weird creepy room,     The robots apparently hanging from the    chandelier    (eck)         And      the knife

   Like if this person      ever-       went-   through a checkpoint

   Also,        Oh-

    That-

   (That     really        does not      look good,)

    Bo-ss

   Yeah,       she clearly has    medical experience,

 (Also yeah    that’s really going to make it    better-”

 Oh yeah the    senator was      seen trying to clean up the      evidence-

    Well the Jedi ran out     full sword’s- a blazing

    (Instead of you know the       Senator chasing after him,         While the peacekeeper stayed behind and tried to        tend to the person,]

   Great     -        -       Or    Not-

Well- tensions    just got raised,

  Of,

 Ai.     Ght, 

 Whelp,

(Okay, no way he’s totally not dead      but sure-)

 A-i-

  -

 Whe-

   That-       sucks-          -         Un-     Con-cious

    That-   doesn’t tell me anything else-

   Like;        Critical      condition?

   D-usk

   Li-terally       no one else?

    (Like don’t get me wrong I’ve been a pretty big Jar-jar fan ever since the change-)

   But really, the Senator, the person that spends the most time away from your - planet

   That’s the person,     they trust the most?

  Ai-

  Hm-

Oh yeah just put on the deadly leaders hat-

   The rese-mblance-

   Not really?

   I mean all humans technically    look the same-

  But-

 Pretty sure Jar jar is a lot      scrawn-         thin        -er

    Also if they’re not going to listen to him as him       they’re not going to listen to him      as he pretends to be their (dead) leader

Also, please don’t go with the      liar revealed plot,

    Yeah no, they have completely different kind of light.   tones,

     The face structure-

    Co-mpletely         different-

     -

   Nope

 -Dead

 Di-ssent

  Agree

   I-

   OK yeah I’m just gonna go over the fact, that as previously state,  I am not a huge fan of the liar revealed plot-

    -or lying

  (No because it’s- unrealistic-    - or there’s anything wrong with it

  -people do lie

     -maybe because of how overdone and             poorly done it’s been,

             -With the liar getting off Scott free without any                  weight

               But I really don’t like this               plot-

-And    the   skip    button    maybe   used     ad-     nausuem-   -

       [Well- shit       [for reference; I was using the skip button ad nausuem when I randomly stopped at the part      with    Greivous

        Things just got a whole lot worse]

         [Tumblr             Refresh]       -

   Any        Way,

   Aww,     That’s kind of nice the    friendship and reliance       the dude has on      Other-        Half            -         Yes        ‘Boss       Leoni’        when someone gets         tox         you leave-        - In a      - relation          ship-  

      Also yeah he’s definitely not       ‘Boss         Leoni’            -            He would’ve stayed and tried to take the    tox

 (Aka Jar-jar is less ena-     bling, les-        tox-     And     Doesn’t       Take        It        For          Much        More.            Than            He            Has               To,

        (He’s   les   -s

      Dyfun.  -c)

      Okay

       Good            Job     -     Also - yeah   how’d you manage that         -         That-

Didn’t get   car   ried up the chain of   com-     mand-        -            Then again Gri-   evous has shown to be a pretty   shit boss.     -      So I can’t blame these guys    for being like yeah compl-      ete stranger     I will totally      take a nap       -right    ,now-         -      You        kinda      have      sticks-        -    [The rain is   really    nice,]

[is this the first time we’ve seen them use active     particle effects      for the camera?

  Either way       it’s really        nice            -

Oh,

They’re    

electric     sticks,

That makes   sense

[- bet     ter      for      Figh     t-      In-       g-

Stop one     1v1     -ing-        It

    I

  W-h

   Again this is what happens when you 1v1 it    and    don’t assume accountability-     - -   

 [Don’t fight a metal cyborg with metal sticks when you’re not prepared to take it, full way,)

   I-

  [I feel like this is supposed to be some    big build up but they only shared like one scene where dude was completely silent,]

  Like,

   Sacr-ifice

    Die to take someone out with you

[Great

  Now

   Ouch]

   Are   they actually going to kill off      grievous because this isn’t look-ing    too    - good      -         Shit-

 Dude-      is still not dead-       -       How?        -          Whelp-           -          Oh,    hey      where the fuck    did you come      from,

 I-           Ack.      Br-u-      Tal

W-el

 -       Un         -         M           -              Plan-

“ damn it        he messed up the       script-,           -Pal   - patine

     Cap-

    Prison   break-

   Also yeah     that’s probably like        a vacation    for him-

 Given     how toxic these assholes     are           -            Ex- change           -           Damn             Ship      per-

      Also screw the 150 or how many other                 sena   -tors        -       Only     Amidala           -      matters          -          A-       ight-     -      Also, dude knows where everyone’s      lair,      Is,

 Like he pissed off Grievous with    -his

 Now he’s just chilling in this      dude’s    sipping earl gray       Or-      Some        Shit-

  Him

  Okay

 Getting a little    ahead of yourself     episode-       -       O k

    I

   Hearing this,  Skywalker doesn’t immediately run back      shout        -ing      nope-        - -       Because, to my knowledge the speaking at      room volume,

  Not    whispering        and the distance        isn’t enough to      -explain it             -            Ai          -   -           Wel-             -      There goes one        min-ion-             -             Droids are apparently    expensive enough to      chastise    Grievous          over-

  But sen-tient - beings are        a dime’     a ‘dozen-

    (Also    gaslighter’s.     don’t give a shit about        you     dear,       God,

  The Painful     dramatic-        irony-

 *tra-      gic-      Wh-      -Oa

 Ai     -     Ri-

  An

  Wh-     -elp,

   You know if it wasn’t for the exposure     earl-        ier   

I would assume they would think that the Jedi was just killing all their Im-por-        tant- elected officials

     Why?

     Wh-at

    He’s right.    -         But dude- that’s pretty      ham fisted-

   I mean-

  How many episodes          (and   ��   possibly        seasons-)      do we have to            go-            - -     Anakin-       is a dick    to lanterns-       -        Also the random theme of the     bots-      coming out of nowhere-    continues-       -     St     -op-          -        Wh-       elp-

    .

    ?         (He          live?)

      I-

      ?

  Good           Play-

     Ah-

    To-

       Oh, yeah,       He’s alive we’re not going to bring that up in any      mention-able way?

      Ike

    Wh     e     l-      p

     Oh           -     That was   -nice-

   You deceived everyone and lied to all          our people,  you’ll make a great      leader,

   Or a great council/    committee leader considering that they do have an open position          ,            Best

I like that they had one bad ass fall and had it replace-d by Dooku being particularly bad-ass       -          In his      place-

In the trade off near the end really speaks to the     frag-ility of war

   I thought-

   It was pretty al-right    Though it really did seem like     - they were trying to build up to something but the structure unfortunately        just didn’t support it,

   Which is unfortunate because they do seem like      bits- that could’ve been nice

   Like Jar-jar being a constant       peacekeeper-

   The underwater        nations-

     Wars be-           tween          - Those               Dude’s

   And that    general guy      -        Who seems to be like he was supposed to be this     - really big deal

 [probably intended to do something      massive in the previous       arcs,]

    But, here,    all he did was that one scene,

    [Would’ve worked better if he was like this Re-       Public Gen-       Er          Al-

    To the      shark guy-

     And Akbar,

     Was just like the resident         enforcer-

     Or something to do with the       prince

    I think it would’ve really worked better with the concept of        ‘being taken’        under,               As well that possibly being a good contrast between     Jar Jar         binks          And        Char-        If Jar- jar got promoted-        With Char being eager at first but then realizing he just         can’t-          And Jar- Jar being reluctant at first but realizing he      can-

   [Note; assumed authority is bad,         Just- some people are better at using it for venting         than others)

   Nope boomers vs throw-         it-back, boom-

       I-

     And it really did feel like this episode       -should’ve been the split one 

   Nearing the end- it started to feel like the 1st-       part of a second ep-

    Which is fine

    Just cut-        of-

   Episode all around being al-right, with just several parts that didn’t make quite sense including the emphasis on the general for that one scene,

[renaer-is-allegedly-hot]

session 12 notes

one day . one day i swear i will fix this formatting but today is not that day

Lol late is my brand

Let's go

The halflings can stack up under a trench coat

Adam has disguise self

Aerana and asyna don't need to do anything kinda

Now we're talking abt the road to el dorado

We just killed loser boy

Kenku got info from adam, cel and theo

What are we doing lmao

Adam is jiggling the small room's door and we go inside the room

Inside looks like an office, shelf w pickled body parts + cataloguing what the parts r and what they do

They were running away lmao ok

Yes we're still salty about this

"different interpretations of charm person" - jacob, 2020

Body part stuff

No halfling writing system in waterdeep

Dwarf toes, elven ears

Magic items ? Cel rolls perception 22

Weird jar w dull amber colored liquid, don't know if it's magical but noticed; unlabeled

"the jar of necrotic pee" - jacob, 2020

Smells like aloe

Adam smells his fire-resistant potion and it smells more like burnt ash

Smth else cel found has strange engravings

Just looks like metal bar

Boxy squarish iron bar abt the size of a halfling; it's strong but surprisingly light

Adam picks it up and hits a wall w it

Adam rolls for attack, 4

Nothing rlly happens

Makes a ringing sound

None of us can read giant

Looks rlly strange, written in blocky linear runes

A few things on it that stick out like engravings of ppl

Big bearded humanoids but small and fine so difficult to make out

Adam rolled 17 for investigation through files

Some stuff related to running wig shop; shop was at least somewhat a legitimate business

Notes abt billing for criminal organizations and guilds

Some ref to meeting w xant middlemen who would collect bodies

Names

Noska

Hired gorrick to track us down ??

N ?????

Adam looking for a key in the desk, doesn't find it

Head to the chest, adam tries to open

Not locked

A bunch of teeth

It's a mimic, adam has to roll damage

Adam is hit

Adam takes 10 damage

We're looking at diff things around the room and then hear a screech of pain as adam gets bitten

Slams down on adam's hand and four little eyes pop up and stare as it eats adam's hand

Mimic takes 9 damage as adam explodes

Cel shoots an arrow into the eye

22 to hit, 8 damage

Adam uses cutting words

-1d6

"hey fuck"

Adam could try to pull his hands away

Adam pulls his hands out

Adam bends down to it and takes a ration out of his backpack

"dom I'm gonna bend down to it"

The chest has closed back

Adam is going to throw rations instead, dex check

13; doesn't open so adam drops food on its head

Chest sits there looking at adam and eventually out of the side of the chest a weird stretchy amoeba-like arm comes out of it, takes the food and throws it in its mouth

"who's a good boy ? Who's a good boy !! Who's a good chest !!" adam, 2020

Adam takes out all his five rations and makes a trail leading out of the room

Chomper ? Maybe

It looks uninterested and its eyes have shut

Looks exactly like a chest now and hasn't moved; still has an arrow but just looks like a normal chest

It's a small chest that's pickuppable

Adam wants to walk his chest

Adam casts sleep on the chest

7d8s

27hp

When adam casts sleep the chest doesn't move, adam rolls perception 5

Adam tries to pick it up from behind v carefully from the bottom

It's kinda stuck to the floor and the wall; doesn't appear willing to budge

Asyna is still ape!asyna

Tries picking it up from behind like adam

Rolls a 6; won't move

One of its creepy tendrils sticks out and hits ape!asyna

10 bludgeoning damage; ape!asyna basically got slapped but now stuck to the chest

It's kind of loose now

Ape!asyna rolls a 20 and yanks it off the wall, now just dangling off asyna's arm and it's heavier than asyna thought it was

Feels dense

Adam is gonna try and tie its mouth shut

"he kinda starts flailing around a bit" dom, 2020

"aw he likes his new leash" jacob, 2020

Jacob gets hit again

Ape!asyna is gonna try and pull it off, 17 and gets off

Large clump of fur comes off and it's painful

adam "I'm going to try and use centrifugal force to swing it over my head"

"make a strength check" dom, 2020

Rolls 17

Slams it on desk, doesn't let go, nature check adam has no idea what it is

At some point the chest drops off, we stand back and adam casts shatter

11 damage

Chest kind of melts into the floor almost like it deflated, starts snaking way across room until it finds a hole and slithers up and disappears

"fuck you too chompi" adam 2020

Where it dissolves is 20 gold

"n I c e . That was worth the four spell slots" adam, 2020

Adam disguises self and turns into his dad

Adam is a tiefling

Dad is not a tiefling

Taller, dark black hair but not curly, short on the sides + floof forward

Looks more confident than adam

Same freckles

No one knew adam had freckles

Look p similar overall

Sounds the same as adam when he talks

He's a human

We don't know it's adam's dad

"a real dilf" dom, 2020, about adam's dad

"not like your REAL DAD, JACOB, JESUS" dom, 2020

Now we don't have time to unpack ALL OF THAT

Gonna find a hotel or smth

Except gotta disguise selves first

In the wig shop there is any wig u could possibly desire

Some mounted beards

Can't tell if any of the wigs r magical

I don't haAve magicccc :(

Adam puts a blonde wig on the ape

I thought asyna un-aped

Asyna un-apes and disguises self as asyna

Theo takes a long brunette wig w a braid down the back

Cel wants to pretend to be adam's child

Gets a curly dark hair wig

Hammer pants

Cel theo and adam all have freckles

It's nighttime springtime in waterdeep; it's raining

Trades ward going to find a hotel

Avoid own houses for awhile

Going to nearest inn

Let's go to the yawning portal

It is an inn not just a bar

Typ is in fact in the trades ward

One room as the father and two daughters and one room as lesbian elves

Durnan's downstairs and is friends w mirt

We head over to typ

This ward is busier than others we've seen at this time of night

Walk over to side entrance of typ

It never shuts down; always ppl here

Familiar warmth as we approach

Bard competition

Ppl placing bets, drinking, sitting in booths

The rooms r upstairs

Adam calls himself lysander

"a room for me and my daughters"

They get a room on the third story

Room on the third floor

We rendezvous in adam's room

We hear a scream echo out from the well

Adam has two plans

One includes his pants

The pants plan is we track down the dude w the pants

Second includes him singing, waiting to get mugged by the zants

Get mercenary help ?

Pants is plan c

Durnan is plan a

Cel is portia

Theo is lavinia

The doors lock

Long rest? Long rest maybe later

Adam and cel go up to one of the goliaths

"hey there big friend"

He looks like a well-read person

Takes out honey and asks him if he knows what it is

O it's honey

"well there r means of finding this out . For a price"

How much per item - FIVE GOLD

Adam hands him 10 gold and the big rod

"this is a jar of ointment that was first created by the wizard kyogton" I have no idea what that wizard's name is but that's what it sounded like

A dose can be swallowed or applied to the skin and in addition to healing and rejuvenating health, any poison or disease it may have is instantaneously cured

Can't tell how many doses in it

It's v expensive, v rare

Now the stick and he looks uber interested in it

"hm , where did you find this"

"my dad's attic ,,, he's a hoarder"

"let's make a deception check with a capital d"

Nat 1

Adam tells this guy the whole thing and the guy nods

"this is a valuable piece . Would you be interested in parting with it"

Cloud giants made them so their servants could help them build their castles

It's an immovable rod

Writing speaks of ancient cloud giants that were war-inclined

Flat button on the end of it

He sticks it out into the air and presses the button; when he takes his hand away, the rod doesn't fall and it stays floating in the air

Adam grabs onto it but he can't move it

Anybody can push the button tho

Adam asks what the goliath is offering

Offers us 5,000 gold

Adam gets his name - woetheir ????

Woetheir frequents typ when he's here

They're going on a quest; were asked by the open lord to complete a task on the isle of chault

Adam's gonna go to bed

Cel's gonna take a bath

We take long rest

Durnan time

Adam gives durnan a quick rundown of what happened

"ayo what's poppin durnan long time no see my guy"

It's morning it's 9ish breakfast time

Doesn't give any indication whether or not he recognizes them

Adam asks for scrambled eggs and bacon

Adam's asking if he knows anything abt the xants

Theo asks durnan if there's somewhere more secluded they can talk

Gestures to one of the booths and theo cel adam go over

They're uh . Telling durnan everything p much

He has look of passive disinterest but slightly less disinterest the more of the story they tell

"how is mirt?"

"he has renaer and floon"

"he's let himself go"

The xants r v powerful; leadership inscrutable even to open lord herself

Prior, durnan didn't care abt open lord

Guesses whoever obtains the stone would b hunted by the city which could b problematic

Half a million gold dragons

Could get help outside the city ? Roots go deep but do not extend outwards

Flee or contact city officials

"I think theo has a crush on him" adam, 2020

Stone is likely being taken or was already taken to guild hq

We could bust into hq but probs bad idea

Durnan says he's sure anyone could break into xants hq

Lmao durnan sounds so weighed down by life

Every now and then he looks over to well

Durnan is basically saying friendship is magic

The xants don't often come to typ and don't draw swords there

They fear it and durnan

"what's the hole?" adam rolls for insight, dirty 20

Odd expression comes across durnan's face

Mixture of disgust and longing

Uh … disgust and longing … for a hole? Ok durnan

We don't have to talk abt that I guess

Cel asks durnan to send a message to mirt to let him know we're safe but probs not gonna see him for awhile

Apparently the xants aren't too particular abt their henchmen

He says ask the barkeep abt it

Passive perception

At some point durnan leaves and right as theo says that we hear a loud thump and someone says "cripes"

Jones ?

Cel looks under the table and there's jones

Cel drags him out

Theo has a new idea "hey guys let's not go through with using adam as bait yet"

Adam looks down at the goblin and threatens to make him deaf

Plan d is to eat jones

We take jones upstairs

Theo explains her new plan

If the stone is already at their hq

We go to them

Jones doesn't mess w the xants

Why is jones rhyming

What r we talking abt lmao oops I was looking at primary results

I'M SCREAMING I DIDN'T KNOW GOODSPACEGUY WAS 81

No one has asked us for info abt the stone ?

Lmao is this like @me abt what's his name

Jb nevercaught ???? Jp nevercaught ?????? Idk who he is

What's our goal

We gotta figure out what we wanna do ig

We just wanna know where the xants r otherwise we duct tape his mouth and tie him up

"consider it stroked and very, very much needed" jones, 2020

To the dock ward in a wrecked whale oh the wrecked whale

"not the erect whale" cel, 2020 ????

There's a knock at the door

There's no peephole

Asyna asks "who is it"

HAHAHHAHAHA

MARGUERITE LMAO

"uh I work at the bar downstairs uh durnan had some - he wanted to speak to the drow"

I'm screwed

He has page hat on

"first durnan said we could stay as long as we'd like"

And he was offered money by this guy to speak to me

There's an elven man w v long and stringy hair, pointed nose and pointy ears

Looks rlly skinny and physically weak

Looking over scrolls

"guess who"

What the fuck

Nareel ??? naREEL????? WHO THE FUCK IS NAREEL???????

I don't kNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING !!!!!!

The stone fascinates him

Offering us partial membership

Occasional encouragement to go on various missions

He has resources

Treasure and gold involved, but not for the weak-willed

Offering 500 gold for completion of a task

They have captured a high-ranking member of the xants and tried to get info of him

More resilient than they thought he would be

They need him back in three days

Is this a roast session ???? Of aerana ???? When she dips to hang out with the other guy ???????

They're trying to figure out who her friend is

Jones wanted to be a painter

Adam is offering to have jones join us to maybe kill him??????

If he wants gold he has to go get it

They'll keep

"I'm gonna fill your goody bag real good so you better keep your mouth shut" adam, 2020 to jones

Oh god I'm such an avoidant lmao

Oh god I don't

"these conversations will become more difficult as things become more difficult but I think for now that went as well as it could have possibly gone"

"you will find him in your basement"

wHICH BASEMENT

We're gonna go home

To the north ward we go

You go to the basement

The ropes look kinda weird

He's not tied with rope

They're metal bands looped around him

Metal bindings

Doesn't look like he's gonna get out of it

Adam and cel don't see anything out of the ordinary but have noticed things moved around a little bit

Dwarf w dark brown skin, white/gray beard, looks roughed up - not injured, just worse for wear

Adam has him make a wisdom saving throw

Adam charms him

Approaches him first

Adam starts massaging his shoulders

Jfdkaslfha then takes the gag off

"are you here to let me out?" the dwarf

"even better I'm here to spend some quality time with you" adam, 2020

Says he has to get back to the master

Master silgar must be fed

His sacred duty is to feed master silgar

Master silgar has a shimmering son what

"Shakes the oceans with a swish of his body"

In the beginning there was xanathar and then he said silgar should be the one they care for until the seas rise and destroy the city

Controls the eye of the xanathar as the eye of the xanathar control him

His name is ot stillgeer

Adam says his name is cain

Blasphemy for adam to propose bringing lord silgar to him

Lord silgar lives in a great temple

He's the high priest of silgar

We're telling him it's our summer home

Adam winks at everyone and we go upstairs

Adam casts second-level sleep on him

44hp puts him to sleep

Adam is gonna disguise-self a beard when the dwarf next wakes up

Stage it so it looks like he had been there for a month

Everyone changes their clothes

Tally marks on the wall

It's like late afternoon at this time

Adam tells him he woke up after 79 days, rolls for deception

Rolls a 24

Looks over and says "79 days"

"am I dead"

"no but the xanathar want you dead"

"I'm free"

23 for deception

Lord silgar is a fish? A fish ? A goldfish

Lord xanathar loves his goldfish more than anything

Ot has to replace the fish

19 mans is telling the truth

Not really any sign we're being watched when cel rolls for perception

We watch ot, take turns resting and surveilling our own house

Night comes

When asyna is on watch in the tower

Sees figures start making way across street to our house

6 humanoids start trying to break into the house

Glass shatters as one goes through a window

The tapestry was lord silgar

The goldfish has no connection to the koi fish asyna spoke to

Two objectives?

Find the stone

Or control the xanathar w a fish

The stone is a map to half a million gold

#12 #sn #dnd #wdh #d&d

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

Lost Memories Part 8

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Not much in this one, I promise. 

Author’s Note: Well, here is the next part to Lost Memories. While I had planned to update a few other things before this one, inspiration hit for this particular fic. So here it is! I only see two more parts to this. It feels good to have gotten something new out for you guys! Enjoy. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

"She's no use to us if she can't remember anything."

The voice had been unfamiliar to Elijah's ears as he had began to wake up. The last thing he had remembered was he had been speaking with Y/N. That had been before the glass around them had shattered. After that, everything had gone black, he had no idea where he could possibly be or where Y/N was.

"Then make her remember." Another voice hissed followed by footsteps pacing. "You're a witch, you can remove the compulsion and get her to give up all the information we need."

Elijah's eyes opened and he found himself in what looked like a basement. Of course it had been modified from the looks of it. He currently laid behind bars and with every breath he took in, he could feel the vervain mist fill his lungs.

But as he looked around in the small confinement he was currently in, Y/N wasn't with him. It made panic began to fill him as he wondered where she currently was. It was as he slowly began to turn on his stomach that he heard her voice.

"You know she can hear you, right?" While any other circumstances that would have caused Elijah to smile about her remark, it was the way her voice sounded weak no matter how much irritation she tried to put into her words.

As Elijah turned over he got a better look at the place. Y/N had been tied down to a chair with vervain ropes. From the looks of things it hadn't been long that she had been sitting there. The droplets were falling from the rope where her hands and ankles were tied. With every drop Y/N winced as it landed on her skin.

Their captors, a man and a woman stood off to the side. It had been the man that had been pacing the room while he had been talking moments before. The woman, if Elijah could call her that, she barely looked to be any older than fifteen.

"A spell like that will take some time. We don't know what the Mikaelsons have been compelling her to forget." The witch said as she looked over at Y/N. "It won't be pleasant either." She said with a slight shake of her head.

Y/N gave a humorless laugh. "If its about my time in New Orleans, I've heard every story that puts the pieces together if you are looking for some bracelet."

"Bracelet?" The man asked as he took a step closer towards Y/N. "That's not what this is about. I couldn't care less about the Mikaelson bracelet. Its what inside here" He said as he lifted his hand to press his finger against Y/N's temple. "that I need. Its been lost during your time with Mikaelsons. If you've been compelled to forget your time there, you've forgotten about our deal."

Y/N's eyebrow raised as she looked at the man before her. "What deal?"

A small smirk pulled at the man's lips instead of answering. Looking over towards the witch he nodded his head. "Lets get this over with."

"I'm sorry." The witch said as she took a step forward and placed her hands on both sides of her head.

All Y/N heard was the beginning of a spell before pain coursed through her as she yelled out loud from the pain. She had barely even registered Elijah's voice, or the sound of him struggling to get through the vervain covered bars.

She could only see the witch in front of her before bits and pieces of her memories played through her mind. It seemed the further into her mind the witch went the more pain she felt.

"Stop." She pleaded as she tried to move out of the chair. While her mind held the most pain, the vervain that currently burned her skin was the last of her worries.

It was then that she had began getting glimpses of the past she didn't remember.

"Thank you so much." Y/N said as she held the Red velvet cupcake in her hand as she began to turn around. Even for a vampire she should have seen that there was someone standing there behind her, but she had been so excited about this little shop that Alyssa had told her to check out.

The sound of the cupcake meeting fabric had made her gasp as she looked up at who she had bumped into. "I am so sorry." She said as she placed the cupcake down on the table nearest her. "I hope that suit isn't expensive."

Elijah's chuckle filled her ears just as the pain intensified. Y/N cried out as it had, a tear falling from the corner of her eyes. Her mind was trying to process the spell the witch had been doing as well as trying comprehend the memories that it had been forced to forget.

________

"Both Elijah and Y/N had been taken." Rebekah said as she walked into the courtyard. Freya and Klaus had been standing there with looks of worry on their faces as it was. Rebekah's words had only deepened it.

Victoria, who had walked in with Rebekah, had a look that could kill that was directed at Klaus. "This is all your fault!"

"My fault?" Klaus asked as he took a step towards the vampire. "It wasn't like I shot up the bakery while the two were sitting there."

"They could have been here speaking to each other. But you had to threaten my best friend all because you always been selfish." Victoria said as she took a step towards him as well.

Rebekah stood between them placing a hand up in either direction. "Now is not the time for this. There is someone out there that has both of them for a reason." She looked back and forth at the both of them. "Now please tell me this has nothing to do with that bloody bracelet." She said as she turned to look at Klaus once more.

"We saw to it that James and his followers had died that day." Klaus said as he took a step back. His glare never left Victoria though. He never had trusted the woman and now that she was blaming him for everything, it didn't make it any better.

"Who else knew of mother's bracelet?" Freya asked as she watched Rebekah dropped her arms down.

"Anyone who happened to be there when she made the damn thing." Rebekah noted. "There were handfuls of people there to watch mother create it."

"The better question is to ask how many of them knew the real purpose of it." Victoria said as she crossed her arms, looking at the siblings before her.

"Not many." Rebekah shrugged. "Only the people she trusted would have know. But as far as I understand, they've all been killed by our hands. James was the only one we couldn't track down."

"Stories of it must have been passed around." Freya shook her head as she tried to figure things out.

"What if it isn't the bracelet they are after?" Klaus asked, earning a glare from Victoria.

"Don't you dare think she's being taken for another reason." Victoria said not wanting to believe that Y/N was in some kind of other trouble.

"While you may not believe it," Klaus looked at Victoria before looking towards his sisters. "She came here because she was running from something, remember?"

Rebekah shook her head slightly. "She came here to visit Marcel." While it had been some time since Y/N had came to the city. Rebekah had been there with Marcel had gotten the visit from Y/N. She remembered excusing herself moments after introductions to help Freya with a spell she needed at the time.

"She came to visit Marcel for shelter." Klaus clarified. "Marcel had been running the city for decades while we had been gone. She befriended him and came back to see him after all that time. But she found out that we had taken back the city."

"You know what she was running from." It hadn't been a question but Freya only assumed.

He shook his head. "While I would have normal made it my business to know what she was going to be bringing into the city, I had other problems to deal with at the time."

"So what the hell was she running from before she came here?" Rebekah asked looking towards the others.

___________

Tears had ran down Y/N's face as the memories that had flooded her mind played out. Every detail that she had been forced forget had been right there on the surface now.

Elijah sat as close to the bars as he could without burning him self as he watched her. He had felt helpless as he watched every memory flood her. Everything that she had just hours beforehand said she would rather keep forgotten was tearing her apart all over again.

"Y/N.." He said trying to get her attention.

A shaky breath passed her lips as she slowly turned her head towards him. The broken look on her face had hurt him to see.

"I'm okay." She said with a slight nod before she bit down on her lip. She needed the moment to process every detail and emotion that had been taken from her.

Y/N's head turned her head back towards the witch and the man in front of her. A sigh passed her lips as she tried thought about what she was going to say next.

The man before her had been a vampire. One that she had known for centuries at that. Now that all of her memories had been back, she knew that she was in trouble. Her sitting there weak and strapped down with vervain wasn't going to help her at all.

Her Y/E/C met his green eyes. "Do your worst Lex." She said with a slight nod. ”Because I’d rather be dead than see her.”

Part 9

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[thecrystalquill]

The Pretty French Girl

Albus Potter x Beauxbatons!Reader

Request:

A/N: Hey hey!! Thanks to @foolish-dragon for requesting this! I know this is waayy overdue and I'm so sorry it's taken me so long! I was so busy with college but thankfully now it's the holidays I have some free time. So thank you so much for your patience. I hope it was worth the wait :) Also, because of the stupid 100 block rule, I've had to do this is a couple of parts, so click the link for the next part when you’re done👍🏻

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Part 2

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"Albus, I told you to tidy your room! We've got guests coming." Harry called, honestly how is his room this messy?

Footsteps were heard coming up the stairs and Harry turned to see Albus stomping his way up. "Dad, stay out of my room - and it's not messy, it's set up so I know exactly we're everything is. If I tidied it up, how would I ever find anything?" He huffed, and besides, why did he need his room to be tidied for guests? Why should they care how his room looks?

"Just clean it up, will you?" Harry replied, shoving a basket into his son's arms for the mounds of dirty clothes. "And I need you to clear up the spare room too. Get all your things out and put the bedding on, your Mum and I already have enough to do."

"Wait, who's staying in the spare room?" Albus asked, Harry was already halfway down the stairs when he threw his hands up, exasperated.

"I told you last week - Fleur's daughter is staying for the rest of the summer."

"What? Why?"

"She's transferring, stop stalling and tidy your room."

"Fine."

After cleaning his room and getting the spare room ready, Albus went about the rest of the day wondering about their new guest and slowly building up his nerves.

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The next day, Albus came down the stairs having just thrown on sweats and a jumper. It was almost noon and he'd clearly just woken up; he still had a bed-head and was stumbling down the stairs only half-awake. Only when he was about to enter their dining room did he hear new voices.

As he walked in, he found that the seats at the table were almost full, the usually empty seats take up by new faces; and sat in his spot was a girl who looked to be about his age. She had beautiful (y/h/l) (y/h/c) hair and amazing (y/e/c) eyes, she was smiling as she made conversation with his family and she looked absolutely stunning - he hated her already.

"There you are, Albus," his Mum beckoned him over, "I hope you slept well dear." She said as he grumpily sat down in the chair next to the girl.

"Well I should think so," his Dad commented, "it's half-passed eleven!"

James Sirius slung an arm around his younger brother and smirked, "Aw go easy on him Dad, I'm just glad we had some peace down here. Maybe next time we should bolt the door closed." He jones as Albus threw his arms off and grabbed the left-over breakfast on the table and dumped it on his plate.

"Y'know what James, maybe I will." Harry replied, earning a slap up the head from his wife.

Fleur entered from the kitchen holding two glasses of fruit juice, "Good morning, Albus," she greeted as she placed a glass down in front of the girl, "I 'ave not seen you een so long, 'ow you 'ave grown!"

He smiled at her in return, not entirely sure how he's supposed to respond to that ('Thank you'? 'You too'?), he just nodded and shovelled some jams toast into his mouth.

"I do not zink you 'ave met my daughter," she continued, gesturing to the girl next to him. "Mon chéri, vhy don't you eentroduce yourself?"

The girl turned to face him fully and smiled politely. "Hello, Albus," she said, and he could instantly tell that her accent was much more practiced than her mother's, "nice to finally meet you."

Albus nodded, seeing the glare from his parents in the corner of his eye, he faked a smile back. "Yeah, nice to meet you too..."

"(Y/N)."

"(Y/N)," he cleared his throat, glancing back to his parents. "So... er, how long are you staying?" He asked as he finished his breakfast and took a sip of orange juice.

"Just until you go back to Hogwarts," Ginny answered, sending him a stern look when he was about to protest - successfully shutting him up. "She and Fleur are moving to England and there's no room at your Grandparents' right now, so we offered for her to stay here for the rest of the holidays. Hopefully, Fleur will find somewhere soon."

"Oui, zank you for letting 'ur stay, vee really appreciate eet." Fleur thanked, her daughter nodding in agreement.

Harry waved a hand, "Oh, it's no problem Fleur, really. You're welcome here anytime."

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The night after Fleur left, Albus was sat it their living room watching reruns of Friends on TV, when (Y/N)

Decided to join him on the sofa. "Hello Albus," she greeted calmly as she crossed her legs and placed her hands neatly on her lap.

He grunted in reply - Merlin, he couldn't believe he had to spend the next two weeks with her, a whole third of his summer holiday!

"What are you watching?" She asked, curiously staring at the screen.

"Friends." He replied shortly, "it's a TV show, from the 90's."

"Oh," she said, "I don't think I have heard of it."

They sat in silence for a while as they enjoyed the show, an occasional question from (Y/N) when she didn't understand a muggle-related thing.

Soon, they were watching one of Albus' favourite episodes; Monica came into Chandler's apartment with a turkey on her head - you know the one. As Joey came in and was almost frightened to death, (Y/N) started to giggle, which Albus decowas very annoying. 'Is she actually giggling?' He thought, 'Why can't she just laugh like a normal person instead of cute little giggles?'

As he rolled his eyes, James decided to intrude. "Sup little bro," he teased as he plonked himself between the two, "Whatcha watchin'?" Albus nodded his head in the direction of the Tv as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world - which it probably should be. "Oooh, Friends eh? Good choice - great show. Rachel's hot."

"Really James?" Albus commented, "That's why you watch it? Y'can't just completely ignore the beauty of the show! Six friends from different backgrounds sharing their lives and experiences and supporti--"

"I think you might like this show a bit too much, Al." James interrupted with a smirk; Albus only brought his hand to his chest and gasped in an overly-dramatic manner, an offended look on his face. Standing to leave, James grinned as he called back, "Get a life, little bro!" Albus hated when he called him that.

A few episodes later, (Y/N) had decided that it was a good time to ask questions. "So Albus, what is t like at Hogwarts?"

Shrugging, he only gave a short answer, "S'alright."

(Y/N) nodded - still feeling unsatisfied, she decided to ask another. "And you get sorted into houses, yes?"

"Oui," he replied in a slightly condescending tone.

Ignoring it, (Y/N) tried again, "And what house are you in?"

"Slytherin."

"And what qualities does Slytherin have?"

Albus shrugged, "Y'know, ambition and stuff." He mumbled, sneakily turning up the volume on the TV.

Seeing as she was getting nowhere, (Y/N) nodded and decided she'd rather ask James about her new school.

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As the days passed, Albus had decided that he definitely didn't like (Y/N) at all - one-hundred percent dislike. Nothing else. She was so annoying, with her questions and her studying and her stupid French novels; he hated how she sat with her ankles crossed, and stood straight when she walked like she was better than anyone else. He hated how she smiled at everyone she saw every morning, he hated that she was so tidy and polite, he hated her elegance and her grace and the way she spoke - but most of all, he hated how bloody perfect she was. And he found it infuriating.

Shuffling into their dining room with his hair a mess and twisted pyjamas, the boy was met with the sight of (Y/N) sat at the table, with a charms book in one hand and a slice of toast in the other. As she turned to the next page, (Y/N) looked up and met his eyes. "Good morning, Albus." She smiled cheerily, irritating him further; how can someone be so awake at nine in the morning?

"Mornin'," he replied tiredly, sitting across from her just as Lily came through and happily helped herself to the food laid out. Albus had just finished spreading marmalade on his toast when James came from behind, grabbing it from Albus' hand just and inch from his mouth l, and took a bite; messing his little brother's already un-brushed hair before swaggering to his seat with a grin.

Albus grumpily grabbed another piece of toast, glaring intensely at James, as his father grossed in - his hair sticking up in every direction and glasses lazily put on. "Mornin'," he yawned and rubbed his eyes, (Y/N) smirking at how alike he and Albus were.

Ginny entered from the kitchen, holding two mugs of tea as she made her way to her husband. Handing him a cup, Harry took a sip and wrapped an arm around her. "Is everyone ready for Hogwarts then?" Ginny asked, tired murmurs, nods, and shrugs in response. She drank some of her tea and eyed her sons. "All packed then? Got everything, have you? Clothes, robes, equipment...?" There was a pause where the boys' eyes widened almost comically. "Maybe you should check - you won't be having any time tomorrow, will you?"

The brothers made eye-contact, then seemingly came up with the same conclusion, before running upstairs at impressive speeds - beginning to pack for school.

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"Right, have you all got everything? Robes? Wands? Books? James, please tell me you packed your toothbrush this time..." Albus' mind drifted as his Mum continued - they still had fifteen minutes until the train set off, but he didn't see the point in her asking now; they weee already at the station.

Feeling a tap on his shoulder, Albus swivelled around to see his father slightly lean down to him. "Look, Albus," he began seriously, "I know you don't particularly like (Y/N), but would you just look out for her a bit? Be her friend, help her out; it's not easy going to a new school, in a new country, where she doesn't know anyone. Just... be nice, okay?"

He looked over to the girl, she was staring at the crowds of people around them, her arms folded around herself nervously as a few students kept glancing her way. Sighing, Albus nodded to his Dad. "Yeah, okay. I'll keep an eye out for her."

Harry pulled his son into a hug as Ginny hit their attention. "Come on the , the train leaves any minute now! Off you go, and for Merlin's sake be good!"

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The group made their way on the train and split up to find their friends; but, remembering his father's words, Albus turned back to (Y/N). He awkwardly cleared his threat and beckoned her along with his head, "You coming?"

She smiled gratefully and nodded before trailing behind him to the first empty compartment they could find. They say across from each other, sitting rather awkwardly as the train set off. The silence prolonged as the Potter thought of something to say. 'What the hell am I supposed to say to her?' Albus thought to himself, 'Its not like we have anything in common.'

Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by the compartment door bursting open to reveal a head of platinum blond hair. "Hey Albus," he greeted as he sat next to the brunet boy, "and who might this be?" He asked about the girl.

"(Y/N) Delacour." She revealed, accepting the hand he offered.

"Scorpius Malfoy, pleasure to meet you (Y/N)." He smiled as he shook her hand.

Albus cleared his throat suddenly, drawing both pairs of eyes to him. "(Y/N) was staying with us over the summer. She's coming from Beauxbatons."

"Beauxbatons, eh?" Scorpius repeated in a somewhat impressed time. "I heard it's nice there."

"It is." The girl confirmed with a nod if their head. "My mother tells me of her visits to Hogwarts in her school years, she says it is very unique."

"Who's your mother?" Scorpius asked, a little confused at why she'd have visited Hogwarts in her school years.

"Fleur Delacour," (Y/N) responded with subtle pride, "she was a Triwizard Champion when Hogwarts was the host."

Scorpius' mouth formed an 'O' shape as he realised who she was talking about. "Oh yeah. She's part veela, isn't she?"

The girl nodded shyly and he smirked. "Well, that would explain why you're so beautiful." He responded smoothly, prompting (Y/N) to giggle at his compliment.

Albus frowned at his friend's behaviour; but perhaps the veela gene just makes people react differently to her.

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As the older students were waiting for the firsts years to arrive, (Y/N) was brought into another room in the hall for a private sorting with Headmistress McGonnagal. Albus and Scorpius were waiting at the Slytherin table, betting on which house (Y/N) would be sorted into - which seemed to be taking a while.

She finally exited the room and made her way to the tables, however, she started to get further from the Slytherin table and neared the Gryffindors. Both boys sighed in disappointment as James Sirius stood up to greet her and moved aside so she could sit with him as Lily waved cheerily.

"Well... at least we'll have some classes with her, right?" Scorpius said, trying to hide his disappointment; it would have been nice to have a girl in their little group.

"What? I-I don't know, why should I care anyway?" Albus responded defensively.

Scorpius frowned at his friend, as if he knew something that the other boy didn't. "Well, you like her, don't you?" He asked (it would explain his behaviour towards Scorpius' mild flirting on the train, after all), Albus' almost horrified face only confirmed his suspicions.

"No I don't!" He barked.

The young Malfoy only smirked. "Yeah you do," he answered casually, as if it were so obvious.

"No! I don't!" But the more angry he got, the more Scorpius knew he was right.

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Part 2

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What Could Have Been (one-shot)

Synopsys: It’s Reader’s and Loki’s wedding. Everything seems to be perfect, but past has a haunting way to come back and destroy the things we love the most.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Spoilers for Infinity War!!!!!!/ mentions of character death; blood

Word count: 3489

   Loki couldn't stop fidgeting with his robes. The green, black and gold material getting scrunched and un-scrunched as his fingers pulled at it. His eyes scanned the gathered crowd who were standing on the sides and chattering right now. Yet from time to time gazes were being thrown in his direction. Some pitiful, some concerned, others outright mocking.    The Avengers were standing in the front rows, all looking very out of place in what was considered their best attire for such occasions, but somehow, the fact that they were there, calmed Loki a bit. Though not to the extent he needed.    “Stop it, brother.” Thor scolded him from where he was standing to Loki’s right. “What are you so nervous about anyway?”    “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe about the fact that it is my wedding day. And that she probably has realised what mistake she has made and is now fleeing Asgard.”    “Don’t be ridiculous,” Thor chuckled, but sympathised with the dark-haired man. So many people had abandoned and lied to him, the Thunder God himself included, but never once had he doubted the love Y/N possessed for his mischievous sibling. “And you know her better than anyone, she’d never do that. It is a habit of hers to be late and sleep in, after all. Wasn’t that one of the quirks you fell for?”    That did make Loki smirk. He could easily recall dozens of times where Y/N, right before a mission, even on the jets, just about to land and join in on the fight, was still asleep, earbuds plugged in and music blasting through. How she’d rest her head on his shoulder and snuggle into his chest. His hands would snake around her waist and pull the girl closer, picking her legs up and putting them across his lap, so she could find a more comfortable position to sleep in.    “Well, she’s smart. She probably left during the night. Climbed through the balcony and ran to Heim-“ but Loki was interrupted as soft music started to play throughout the golden hall and people fell silent, heads turning to see a woman walking down the aisle. 

   Her dress was off-white interlaced with golden threads and beads, glittering so brightly, she might as well have been the Sun herself. Loki wasn’t breathing. He was mesmerised, relieved, nervous, excited and everything all at once. Because Y/N was there. Walking down the aisle towards him; where Thor stood and would marry them. She hadn’t run away. The looks of others dissipated as there was only one noteworthy person in existence. And he was about to marry her.    A soft golden veil covered her face, but it did nothing to hide the beauty underneath it. The train trailed after her like a glimmering river and as she took the few steps to stand before Thor, right by Loki’s side, his eyes went up to see an emerald tiara hidden underneath the silken material.    “I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered as she finally took her place.    “What?” Loki was so taken aback by everything, he could barely focus.    “I was so nervous you wouldn’t be here, that I only fell asleep when the light started to rise. And well… here we are.”    He looked in her Y/E/C eyes. Even with fabric dulling her features, she was still the most beautiful there was and her eyes never lost their shine.    “I would have waited a century if that meant to be here with you.”    A shy smile graced her lips as she looked down before Thor began his speech, drawing the attention of everyone. Since the death of Odin, he was King of Asgard and would officiate the ceremony. Few of the people were not happy about the marriage between Y/N and Loki. Even through it all, he was still considered a prince of the realm and Y/N was well… just that. Just Y/N. A simple girl from Earth, he had met while taking part in being an Avenger for a bit.    She had known what he did in New York, she knew about his past and struggles, but never once had she judged him. There was no point he could remember in which she didn’t treat him as an equal and a friend. And then came one night, that horrible time, that still haunts Loki’s dreams. Where the tower got invaded by HYDRA and Y/N had been taken, hostage. Where they had spent two days searching for their hideout and when they found her, she was barely clinging to life. Where he had spent three weeks by her side in the hospital hoping the girl would open up her eyes. And when she did, when her eyelashes slowly fluttered open he couldn’t contain himself and kissed the girl. But she pushed him back almost immediately. Loki’s heart broke and he was about to disappear when Y/N intertwined their fingers.    “It’s kinda hard to breathe already as it is, without you stealing all my air,” a gentle palm slip up to cup Loki’s cheek. “When you wanna kiss me next time in the upcoming days please give a warning so I can actually enjoy it.”    “Next time?”    “Well, I’m kind of hoping this isn’t just a one-off ‘I’m-glad-you’re-not-dead’ kind of a thing.”    Loki couldn’t believe his wildest dreams would actually be coming true. “No, this is an ‘I-hope-you-feel-the-same-because-I-think-I-might-have-fallen-in-love-with-you' kind of a thing.” The God’s heart was beating so fast, he started to question if people like him could die of cardiac arrest.    “Good.”    That was her only reply as mischief glinted in those Y/E/C eyes. So he leaned in and looked down at her lips.    “May I?” the brush was barely there, just barely skimming her skin.    “Yes.”    The memory flashed through Loki’s head as he stared at who was now his bride. He couldn’t care less, she was a human, couldn’t care that there was not a single drop of royal blood pumping through her veins. He had become hers the second her soft touch pulled him out of that nightmare. And she was his. Now and forever.    “Do you Loki, son of Odin, Prince of Asgard, vow to love and protect Y/N for the rest of the eternity until it comes time to enter Valhalla where you shall once again reunite and cherish her even after the Nine Realms are no more?”    “Bit morbid, Thor, ain’t it?” Y/N muttered under her breath causing Loki to chuckle and feel his heart fill with more love if that was possible.    “I do,” he said it loud and clear so that even people in the back could hear it.    Thor was already beaming from ear to ear as the eyepatch dug into his cheek from all the smiling.    “Do you Y/N, Earth’s mightiest hero, saviour of the humankind, vow to love and protect Loki for the rest of the eternity until it comes time to enter Valhalla where you shall once again reunite and cherish her even after the Nine Realms are no more?”    Y/N didn’t have any titles, nothing like Loki did and she knew that she’d never be accepted as part of the Asgardian community, but the girl didn’t need that. All she needed was Loki and he was standing right in front of her, hope and happiness shining so brightly in those emerald eyes, that had returned to their normal colour after the Tesseract was put in its place, deep in the dungeons.    “I do.”    With those simple words, all of Loki’s worries melted away, pure bliss taking over and nothing but the prospect of spending his life with Y/N existed.    “You all have been witnesses to their vows. Let there be no one who can break their love, no force strong enough to separate the bond. As the King of Asgard,” Y/N and Loki looked expectantly at Thor, who was practically bouncing up and down with how giddy he was, “God of Thunder and Protector of the Realm, I pronounce you husband and wife. Prince and Princess of Asgard. You may kiss your bride.”    Slowly, tentatively as if afraid that once the veil was no more covering her face, Y/N would not be under there, Loki pulled the piece of fabric back and fully gazed upon the woman who was now his wife.    “Just bloody kiss her already!” Tony shouted from where he stood, a tissue wiping away tears while Pepper just shook her head, her own eyes brimming with the happiness she felt. Even the Black Widow was barely holding together as Loki saw her shoulders shake while clutching onto Steve’s palm.    “Ya man, we don’t have time all day,” Korg’s high pitched voice came from his other side and that only made Loki chuckle as he cupped Y/N’s cheek.    “May I?” he asked, a ghost of a smile gracing Y/N’s lips as she remembered their first kiss.    “Yes. And if you don’t then I might need to find someone else t-“    But he didn’t allow the girl to finish her sentence. Instead, he firmly planted his lips on hers and felt her fingers weave through his hair and rest at the nape of his neck. Thunderous applause could be heard all around, but the loudest was probably Thor’s weeping as his brother had finally found his true love.    “Get a grip, man,” Valkyrie said, but only meant it half-heartedly. Though her and Loki didn’t have the best relationship, she adored Y/N and her personality, so the warrior was ecstatic for her friend. Loki couldn’t help himself and laughed into the kiss, which Y/N also did, having heard the little conversation. Everything was perfect.    As they separated, as Loki’s hands slid to hold her waist and pull Y/N in for a hug, he felt something off. Looking down, the dress had a stain on it. It was getting bigger and bigger until nothing but the scarlet colour could be seen. Gasps echoed all across the Grand Hall.    “Loki?” her voice was small, scared, unsure of what was happening.    Fearful eyes met his green ones as Y/N’s knees buckled and he barely caught her before she hit the ground.    “No, no, no, no, no,” it couldn’t be real. Not today. Not ever. “Thor!” Loki shouted at his brother who stood there in complete and utter shock. “What is going on?”    A pool of blood was already forming on the floor, covering the gold steps and slowly dripping down to where the audience stood in shock. Until a deep voice rang out through Asgard.    “You kept the Tesseract from us. Now you shall pay.”    Loki looked down only to see the glazed eyes of his dead wife.

   Loki woke up with a gasp. His body shook violently as salty pearls dripped down his cheeks. In an instant, he was out of the bed and running through the hallway towards where Y/N’s room was in the palace. He couldn’t care less about the half-dressed state he was in. He just needed to see her. To hold her. To know she was safe.    The guards placed outside Y/N’s door saw Loki’s frantic state and immediately looked around for the threat.    “Is she in there?” without waiting for a response, Loki swung open the giant doors as if they were nothing and rushed in. Only to be greeted with an empty room.    “No,” it was a horrified breath that escaped Loki’s lips, “no. Where is she?” He bellowed once again running out into the hallway before stopping dead in his tracks. There, coming from around the corner was a chorus of laughter. But louder than anyone else’s was unmistakably Y/N’s.        The second she and her group came in to view, Valkyrie, Pepper, Natasha, Wanda and Okoye all grinning, and Y/N’s eyes saw Loki, saw the state he was in, her facial expression completely fell and she immediately went to him.    “I’ll see you all in the morning,” Y/N told her friends while grabbing Loki’s hand, to pull him inside of her room.    “What happened? Are you alright?” The girl searched for any visible injury, but her only reply was the death grip on her body as he pulled Y/N in for a hug. She could feel her shoulders dampen, so gently, she made them both slide down to the floor.    Loki couldn’t speak, he couldn’t conjure up a single sentence that would sound coherent, so he simple relented to hugging Y/N tighter.    “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe. No one will ever hurt you again.”    “No,” he croaked out, his usually smooth voice raspy, “I couldn’t care less about myself. It- it was you.”    Y/N was confused. “Me? Wha- what did I do?”    “Nothing,” he reassured her that what had happened was no fault of hers, “you did nothing wrong. You could never do anything that would hurt me. It- it was…”    “Loki…”    Her voice was so soothing, so comforting it spurred on another wave of tears. Y/N leaned against the bed, stretching her legs out on the cool wooden floor, and pulled the God in her lap. Gentle fingers cradled his head, as his own clutched onto her attire with such ferocity she felt rips form in her shirt.    “It was Thanos,” he got out the words as his reddened eyes looked into Y/N’s Y/E/C worried ones. “We were getting married. Like we are going to be tomorrow morn. And you were late. You slept in a bit.” The pair chuckled at that, knowing there was a high chance of that happening. “I thought you had run away, that you finally saw what kind of a mons-“    “Stop it,” Y/N’s gaze held a primal fire, “don’t you even dare finish that sentence.”    Loki swore he had never felt that much love in all the centuries he had lived.    “But then you came. You were an angel, coming down that aisle. I couldn’t have been happier. Nothing mattered but you.” Her raven-haired man stroked her cheek and she leaned into the touch on an instinct. So many nights they had spent together just looking at one another. Remembering the little pieces, the tiny scars, making sure they were ingrained in their memories, for a time when one didn’t come back was a high possibility, given who Loki was and Y/N’s choice of a job.    “We made our vows and you said ‘I do’. I don’t think I had ever been more in love. We kissed,” he trailed a thumb over her bottom lip, that would tomorrow do exactly what he was describing, “but when we pulled back, you had a wound.” The grip on her waist tightened, right where in that nightmare she bled out from. “You were bleeding so much. And I couldn’t see where you had been stabbed,” a tear splashed on her white silken shirt, “and I couldn’t help you as you were drained from your life. No one could, no one understood what was happening, but then he spoke. Thanos. I hadn’t given him the Tesseract. It was my fault you died. Right there, in my arms. My. Fault.”    Y/N didn’t know what to say. Thoughts like that plagued Loki constantly, his past, his mistakes, especially where it concerned Thanos. So many things had happened since that encounter. The Titan had succeeded in his mad dream, he had wiped half of the universe with just the snap of his fingers. So many people were lost and gone. It had taken Y/N and what had remained of their friends jumping through so many hoops, sacrificing so much, that by the end of it all, when Thanos was fully defeated, she thought that maybe there was no point in life. Until Loki. Yes, he had given the mad alien the Reality Stone, but as Stephen Strange had told her, it had been the only way.    Thor and his Frost Giant half-brother had started to rebuild Asgard, but it still seemed, even after everything the universe had gone through after everything Earth had gone through, it still managed to get in trouble. Y/N was throwing herself into missions head-first and did it without a care. There was no point in her life after the horrors. Whenever she closed her eyes, all there was was Titan and seeing Parker’s body disintegrate while Tony desperately tried to hold onto him. Until Loki came into her life.    He was beyond broken himself, but when he joined the Avengers, taking the place of his brother for the time being, while Thor rebuilt their home, the pair learned how to trust and love and healed one another. So Y/N completely understood where Loki was coming from.    “Loki, you could never hurt me. Ever,” she slid a finger underneath his chin and grasped it between her thumb, so he could have no other thing to do but look into her eyes. “You piss me off, to no end. Sometimes so much, I wanna go full Hulk on you and smash your head through a wall. You’re an annoying know-it-all and have no problem making me roll my eyes so much, I’m surprised they don’t have a six-pack at this point. You can be very childish and immature, especially when you’re around Thor. But never could you ever hurt me. Do you understand? You wanna know how?”    Loki didn’t know what to say, he only stared at Y/N with those big green eyes.    “Because you love me. I never thought that that statement would be true, that I would feel one hundred percent confident to say that someone cared for me so much. But you do. And I feel it with every breath that I take, with every second you’re around. You wouldn’t have sat in my hospital room for three whole weeks. And I highly doubt that you would have proposed, knowing that there are so many better options out there if you didn’t feel that way.”    “There are no better options out there,” he pressed their foreheads together and closed his eyes. “Not for me. You are the epitome of everything.”    “I love you Loki,” Y/N whispered, “I hope you know that.”    The man could only nod before pressing his lips against hers in a sweet reassuring kiss. When he pulled away, the girl’s went into a thin line and he snickered.    “You’re having a had time not saying some stupid one-liner, aren’t you?” Loki smiled as his heart rate returned to normal, knowing that Y/N was safe and that she was indeed still just as much in love with the God as he was with her.    “Didn’t want to ruin the moment.”    Loki shook his head as fondness settled over his features. “What will I ever do with you?”    “Hey!” Y/N exclaimed in mock annoyance. “You were the one who proposed!”    “And you were the one who accepted!”    The pair looked at one another before bursting out in laughter. Y/N stood up, still having a hard time keeping the giggles to herself.    “Come,” she extended a palm and Loki took it, helping himself up, “let’s go to bed. We have a big day ahead of us.”    His pale hand stroked the side of her cheek before pulling her in for a sweet embrace and a kiss on the top of her head. “Isn’t there some sort of a tradition that the groom cannot see the bride before the wedding? Back on Earth?”    “Well, it used to be during times when marriages were arranged. It was more so that the groom didn’t have time to back out, so he could only see the bride when the ceremony was happening.”    In a weird way that relieved Loki, as he pulled them into the soft covers of her bed. “Trust me. You could try and kill me, yet I would not even think about backing out of marrying you.”    Y/N made a face and chuckled. “That is not a healthy mindset. Besides,” she placed a black strand of hair behind his ear and pecked Loki’s lips, “why would I want to kill you when I already want to kill Tony. Or Steve. Oooh, Steve especially. Honestly, did we have to invite him? The taste of those green juices completely destroyed my taste buds.”    The girl kept doing just that- she rambled about everything and anything until Loki’s breathing evened out and his lids slid closed. Carefully, she made both of them lay down and snuggling into his chest, Y/N fell asleep herself awaiting the morning when he would wait for her at the end of the aisle and they could finally start their lives. Only this time together.

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The Hunchback of Notre Dame

highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:38 PM Ready whenever you are, everyone! Sharpwing — Yesterday at 9:39 PM I'm here! Is this the Disney version, or a different one? highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:40 PM The Disney one! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:40 PM Hello!  Are we still going with discord's built-in streaming? highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:40 PM We are. Sharpwing — Yesterday at 9:40 PM liKE FIRE, HELLFIRE That'll be in my head for a while highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:41 PM Obtained through only the most legal, Autobot-approved methods, naturally. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 9:42 PM Ah, the un-fun methods thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:42 PM Naturally. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:42 PM Wink.

thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:43 PM Wink.  https://twitter.com/SydSteyerhart/status/1402695659254259713 Syd Steyerhart (@SydSteyerhart) https://t.co/RrUUxJW2ev Retweets 18233 Likes 184927 Twitter•06/09/2021 Wazkalia — Yesterday at 9:43 PM :wink: thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:44 PM Well, time to see if discord feels like working for me today. Sharpwing — Yesterday at 9:45 PM ...Dang it. Apparently I won't be here for a little while. Sorry about that, I'll be back! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:46 PM It looks okay for now. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:46 PM Sound, picture, yes, good? thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:46 PM Yeah. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 9:47 PM I can see the singing horse, yes thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:47 PM I just binged this entire show the other day--it is great. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:47 PM I enjoy the fact that one of those abominations sounds exactly like Blades. He doesn't want to talk about it. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:48 PM Annnnnd the picture is frozen now. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:48 PM Is it frozen for everyone? thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:48 PM No. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 9:48 PM Still moving for me thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:48 PM Clicking "stop watching" and then clicking on it again usually fixes it... for a little while. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 9:48 PM o highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:50 PM I blame the singing horse. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 9:50 PM It wasn't the horse...it was the other creatures thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:50 PM I usually end up having to do that dozens of times per stream.  I just don't bother mentioning it every time because there doesn't seem to be anything you can do to fix it. That was #4 just now, btw. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 9:51 PM :[ highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:51 PM Ugh. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:51 PM Yeah :/ Wazkalia — Yesterday at 9:52 PM Do you have anything else running on your end, like youtube or some game? That's normally what takes me out when I try to stream/watch a stream on discord or internet provider being not good too thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:53 PM It is discord.  The problem is discord.  I can stream other things just fine. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 9:53 PM dang thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:55 PM Even rebooting and only having the minimum running doesn't help. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 9:56 PM Oof. Idk how to fix the discord. I had someone else fix mine via a whole computer upgrade highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:58 PM Does anyone want to try watchparty? thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:58 PM I'd love to do so Wazkalia — Yesterday at 9:58 PM I'm down thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:58 PM I can just arrange my windows and have discord visible at the same time for chatting highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:59 PM https://www.watchparty.me/#nosy-game-agree WatchParty Watch videos together with friends. Chat and react in real time to a synchronized stream, with multiple ways of watching video, including screenshare, VM, and YouTube.

thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:02 PM I can see it, but I think it's muted Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:02 PM ok so i wasn't losing it... This is frollo's fault thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:03 PM Absolutely. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:05 PM gettin some grape juice, I'll be back highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:06 PM I don't know how to fix the sound issue. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:06 PM heck this is disney's fault thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:07 PM I believe you can share directly from a link instead of your screen Right, it's the virtual browser option I hear it now! Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:08 PM i hear! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:12 PM man, this part gives me chills Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:12 PM Honestly! I makes me think that's what all those statues were for. Mess up in front of the church? THE CHURCH SAW YOU thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:13 PM But, y'know, I think the archdeacon was thinking too much about punishing Frollo and too little about whether he's actually fit to be a "parent" Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:14 PM Oh he was. I wouldn't trust Frollo to take care of a moss ball thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:14 PM I wouldn't trust him with a pet rock. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:14 PM He'd somehow give the rock anxiety and depression thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:15 PM ...Okay that gargoyle's voice is SO familiar. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:16 PM Which one? thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:16 PM That one, with the long, narrow horns The joker. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:17 PM Jason Alexander! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:17 PM Oh! Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:17 PM Ye! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:18 PM Ohhhhh, George from Seinfeld, of course Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:18 PM the man mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:18 PM HOW MUCH DID I MISS?!?! highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:18 PM Hello, whoever just jumped on. We're here. https://www.watchparty.me/#nosy-game-agree WatchParty Watch videos together with friends. Chat and react in real time to a synchronized stream, with multiple ways of watching video, including screenshare, VM, and YouTube.

Not much. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:19 PM About eleven minutes. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:21 PM Frollo gets a proper seat and a proper plate and cup because of course he does. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:21 PM Naturally. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:21 PM Did it cut out? thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:21 PM Wow, that sure is a version of events It's still going Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:21 PM I still see and hear highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:22 PM Excellent. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:22 PM It's been working just fine! I'd say at least 90% of the people in the city would have made better guardians than this guy. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:23 PM The rats would have been better thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:23 PM And that's including small children. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:23 PM A ROCK! You'd think someone would hear him with them pipes and holler at him thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:25 PM Right?  Or see him Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:26 PM They can't see the man who clearly made parkour highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:26 PM This movie really doesn't have a single bad song in it. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:26 PM It doesn't! Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:26 PM Every last one is fantastic! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:27 PM Ohohohoho Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:27 PM :3 Flex thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:28 PM Nice disguise Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:28 PM Nice pun Achilles heel thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:30 PM Yes, we know you're a murderer Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:30 PM Absolutely vile mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 10:30 PM Why is my phone giving me phonecall audio quality here? thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:30 PM So... did he know those ants were there ahead of time?  Did he leave them so he could have his little drama? Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:31 PM The best boi! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:31 PM I mean, why else would the stone be loose like that Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:31 PM Cause he's a vile judge who apparently hates nature Goat pls thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:33 PM She's so good Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:33 PM Imma pop out real quick. This part makes me sad thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:34 PM ...Ah, right.  wince Wait, wait, that guy recognized him? That raises some questions. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:34 PM My heart hurts at this highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:34 PM What's their objection? He looks like a pug. You all like those, don't you? Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:35 PM Well pugs back then looked normal and could breath highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:35 PM It's a lovely movie if you end it there. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:36 PM Oh this is is where my childhood hate of law enforcement came from IT WAS THIS PART Ninja! Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:38 PM I RETURN Have I missed the Hellfire song or not Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:38 PM Nope! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:38 PM Not at all Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:38 PM Nice Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:39 PM Oh I love that bit thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:40 PM oof Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:40 PM >:[ If them guards ain't start tossing produce Waste of food highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:42 PM Is it out of sync for anyone else? thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:43 PM Hmmmm, seems okay to me. NOPE Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:43 PM Nasty man NASTY thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:44 PM n o p e Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:44 PM Stab Him Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:44 PM Turn the goat on him Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:45 PM Nahh. Not sharp enough. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:47 PM This song chills me thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:48 PM they DO recognize him Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:48 PM SO THEY WERE EVIL ON PURPOSE Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:50 PM SPIT THAT OUT Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:50 PM She's hungry thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:51 PM oof Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:51 PM :oof: Hardcore parkour thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:53 PM ikr oh so it's a map highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:54 PM You know, they say she never had any interest in him, but I wonder. Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:54 PM Why would she not just say "it's a map" Oh, it is out of sync now, oops Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:55 PM Quasi stronk Man is in full armor, lifted him Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:57 PM OH The middle gargoyle reminds me of Pumbaa! I could never put my finger on it before now! Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:58 PM ITS TIME Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:58 PM It's tiiiiiime >:3 thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:58 PM I'm sure she knows no such thing. Vile man Sharpwing — Yesterday at 10:59 PM Yes, but catchy song Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:00 PM EVIL MAN thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:00 PM "get out, I was busy singing about my boner" Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:00 PM Sgdfs Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:01 PM Who plays this guy? And has he released any music tracks of his own Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:01 PM Google time! One sec Tony jay! Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:03 PM Thanks! I'll look him up on Spotify sometime Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:03 PM Phoebus is a real hero thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:03 PM ikr Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:04 PM HE'S IN PLATE HANG ON You ever use your burning city to cook? Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:07 PM Well, I suppose their only jobs are being stone and being irreverent. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:07 PM They could have told this story without the gargoyles. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:08 PM Could a just kept the girl. She at least on her own is a reason voice Also give them leg Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:08 PM True... but I feel like they're useful for comedic relief in theory. They're just... obnoxious. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:09 PM Yyyyeah Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:09 PM Awww- did I miss the movie? Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:09 PM Hi smoky!! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:09 PM About 2/3 of it Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:09 PM I wouldn't mind if he had gargoyle imaginary friends, they're just... irritating Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:09 PM Hey!! ... Wait, where IS the movie Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:09 PM Yeah most of it highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:10 PM I like that they make absolutely no secret of the fact that the fat one wants to insert his entire hoof into the goat. Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:10 PM That would be Not Here highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:10 PM https://www.watchparty.me/#nosy-game-agree WatchParty Watch videos together with friends. Chat and react in real time to a synchronized stream, with multiple ways of watching video, including screenshare, VM, and YouTube.

Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:10 PM CURSED, KO highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:10 PM Here it is. Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:10 PM CURSED. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:10 PM HELP highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:10 PM It's true and we all have to live with knowing it. Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:10 PM You didn't have to remind me! Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:10 PM Thank you, Woojit! Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:10 PM That made me choke on my DRINK Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:10 PM ... Also, sorry about, uh, the other day. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:11 PM I'd rather you than the owl beast. You're slightly too late for Hellfire, but just in time to watch his heart rip in half. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:11 PM I'm sorry your face is comfy to sit on!! Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:11 PM Wh Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:12 PM Smokescreen was an owl for a little while. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:12 PM HOW WHY Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:12 PM Magic! Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:12 PM Hoo Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:12 PM He also enjoys making statements with Implications. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:12 PM Anon magic most fowl. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:12 PM Hoot hoot highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:12 PM Horrible, horrible magic. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:12 PM Wait...how big of an owl? Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:12 PM Pretty big! Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:12 PM Cause uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Oh, that's fine then As long as he wasn't the size of a Honda highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:14 PM Also, is the room loading for you, Smokescreen? It's a stopgap measure because discord is acting up. No. About owl-sized. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:14 PM Good, good. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:15 PM It's loaded, but paused for me? OH THERE IT GOES highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:15 PM There we go. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:15 PM i had to sync Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:15 PM Discord has been kinda wack in general lately, it was refusing to give me and my friends notifications for a while. I assume the recent updates messed with some things. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:15 PM Heartbreak Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:15 PM But! By the way, Woojit, I might have a good surprise for you to make up for using you like a chair. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:15 PM THE PAIN Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:16 PM Does that ever happen to you guys? You update something and then something (not so) unrelated goes wrong? Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:16 PM Yeah, Windows in general Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:16 PM I meant Transformers, but that too. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:16 PM Ooh! Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:16 PM O Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:17 PM Oh, yeah! I'll update my datapad and it will just take FOREVER to boot up, and I end up with like, weird messages about having viruses? But like, I can close those, so it's fine. But yes!! Woojit, I'll come by with the surprise later. Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:17 PM Admittedly, that's what I'd do too, for lack of knowing what else to do about it. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:18 PM EVIL MAN Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:19 PM Yyyyyup thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:19 PM Surprised he didn't want to keep the figurine Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:19 PM He did burn her scarf, to be fair Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:20 PM JUST GO SAVE THE TOWN thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:20 PM Yeah but you don't want to know what he did with it first Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:20 PM EW Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:21 PM thanks for that fricking mental image. Ew. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:22 PM Close the door behind you! Guys the DOOR Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:22 PM This is why you close doors!! Or graves SPOOP SPOOP Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:23 PM hehe thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:23 PM ohoho Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:24 PM I found Tony Jay's discography! ...It's not what I expected.

Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:24 PM BUSSIN Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:24 PM trust that bitch!! Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:25 PM EVIL MAN thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:25 PM ...this is why we close doors Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:25 PM Close doors!! highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:25 PM Bussin' Moves with Frollo. Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:26 PM I haven't listened to them yet, I wonder if maybe Spotify got the people mixed up...? But maybe not... Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:26 PM I hope not!! Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:27 PM Same tbh, though admittedly I was hoping for a best-case scenario of "he did a cover of Fly Me To The Moon". Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:27 PM This is historically accurate! Men who didn't get the girl the wanted yelled witchcraft!! How come them bigger gargoyles don't come to life? Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:28 PM Good point... Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:29 PM Could a used the bigger flying ones But we get sick Tarzan moves tho The favored French pastime: CIVIL UNREST Gungoyle Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:31 PM fjdhgsdfgsdf thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:32 PM That man would be dead. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:32 PM Ye Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:32 PM Killed a man via horse butt. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:32 PM FROLLO WOULD HAVE BURNT Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:32 PM (Almost sent that message to the wrong chat, btw!) :) Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:33 PM Shsgs She's resting thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:33 PM Resting from smoke inhalation :frowning: Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:33 PM She needs some milk meme to hide the pain QUASI NO Frollo lookin like a sith lord Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:35 PM He had a whole musical number about his dark urges, and you're surprised? Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:36 PM Nah, I just noticed it with the sword DIVINE INTERVENTION thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:36 PM HA Nice timing Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:36 PM They do come alive! Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:37 PM Just for poetic reasons tho For the drama mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:37 PM is the movie over Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:37 PM Nearly mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:37 PM i had to peace out Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:37 PM Pretty much, sorry highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:37 PM This could be resolved with a threesome. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:38 PM KNOCKOUT mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:38 PM not because of the movie but because of Video Games Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:38 PM Accurate, and far less cursed than any of your other takes. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:38 PM Well, it could! mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:38 PM this is about as true as the fact that humans need more ways to explode Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:38 PM Aren't you the one who said they did mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:38 PM is drinking energon a way for humans to explode Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:39 PM DON'T. mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:39 PM yes, both are very true. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:39 PM True, but your timing keeps making me choke on my drink!! mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:39 PM it could be solved by a threesome and humans do need more explosion methods Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:39 PM Ouch. HEY DO NOT *they Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:39 PM Shsfshd mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:39 PM like having a friend chug energon like gatorade and then shooting them in the gut so you both explode Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:39 PM OH Woojit!! Have you seen the sequels for this? Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:40 PM WE CAN SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:40 PM They're pretty bad, aren't they? Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:40 PM SEQUELS??? mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:40 PM that's two ways to explode right there: Drinking energon before being shot in the gut, and also shooting someone in the gut right after they drink energon Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:40 PM Plural?????? Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:40 PM I thought there was only one sequel mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:40 PM everything Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:40 PM SAME highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:40 PM Oh, we absolutely have to watch all the unforgivable Disney sequels. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:41 PM Oh dear lord help us Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:41 PM "SPONTANEOUS" IS EVERYTHING, ITS LITERALLY NO REASON AND ANY REASON Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:41 PM GOOD mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:41 PM IS IT 'DRINKING ENERGON AND EXPLODING'?!?!? Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:41 PM ..............Fair............ mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:42 PM when i die fill my corpse with energon so that i may be used as a cybertronian hand grenade, preferably by knockout Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:42 PM Is this human Soundwave? mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:42 PM Me? Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:43 PM LMAO mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:43 PM (other ways for humans to explode that we have been ROBBED of: Being used as a cybertronian energon hand grenade, and being caught in the blast radius of a cybertronian hand grenade. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:43 PM Yes. mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:44 PM guess I'll practice this emoticon then. }[} Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:44 PM What is this and why have I never seen it?! mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:44 PM or |[} okay wait is this being streamed to discord am i missing a thing thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:44 PM https://www.watchparty.me/#nosy-game-agree WatchParty Watch videos together with friends. Chat and react in real time to a synchronized stream, with multiple ways of watching video, including screenshare, VM, and YouTube.

Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:46 PM VR chat is a CURSED land Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:49 PM CARS. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:50 PM IM SCARRED thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:50 PM Well. Wow. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:52 PM He found out his discord love him I...did o have a stroke? That was beautiful highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:55 PM Any other suggestions to close us out? thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:55 PM Not from me. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:55 PM Not off the top of my head, nah highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:56 PM In that case, thank you all for coming! I've been excited to stream this one. mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:56 PM I might have one! highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:56 PM Not excited enough to stream it in a timely fashion, but still. Oh? thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:56 PM And thank you for hosting! mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:56 PM Markiplier plays people playground thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:56 PM Oh? Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:56 PM Thanks for streamin!!! Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:56 PM Thanks for having us, Woojit! Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:57 PM Chaos man highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:57 PM Can't stand that particular human! mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:57 PM oh apologies highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:57 PM But thank you for throwing it out there nonetheless! mysteryfleshpitnationalpark — Yesterday at 11:57 PM Dumb idea for a FUTURE stream: Uhhhhhhh lemme get back to you on that Wazkalia — Yesterday at 11:58 PM Night all!! highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:59 PM Good night! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:59 PM Goodnight! Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:59 PM Goodnight! Thank you!! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:59 PM And thank you for being willing to try out the new site!  I'm sure it won't last but it worked SO much better highglossfinish — Today at 12:00 AM Glad to hear it!

[haiky-u-lously]

Haikyuu:R/FY/N

Chapter 9                Chapter 10: Hinnoshita Chikara             Chapter 11

“Dude, just go up to her and ask if you can be next!” Tanaka exclaimed, lightly shoving Hinnoshita in your direction.

Nishinoya nodded, jumping high and flinging his arms out, “Yea, yea! You’re the only second year left to go!”

After watching your back for a second, the boy turned away from you and buried his face in his hands. “I can’t do that. I’d be bothering her like that.” He shook his head and looked up at his semi-obnoxious friends. “I’ll just wait for her to call me over like she’s practically been doing this whole time.”

His words seemed friendly enough, but Tanaka didn’t miss the sneer or the shadows that fell over his eyes when Hinnoshita looked at him while speaking. The near-bald starter tensed up quickly.

Nishinoya was nervous for what was going on between his friends, but didn’t want to be brought into it because he feared Hinnoshita’s repercussions more.

The three boys were so wrapped up in their own thing they missed the other two second years give each other smug looks.

“(F/N)-chan!” Kinoshita yelled across the gym, causing you to almost spurt out the mouth full of (favorite drink) you had been about to swallow.

Coughing around the quickly finished swig, you called back, “Yes?”

“Do this guy next!” Both Kinoshita and Narita screamed, each pointing a finger at Hinnoshita.

You smiled, and nodded. “Come over when you’re ready!” You called before turning to make sure there were no liquid drops on the floor around your feet.

Hinnoshita slapped the back of the heads of his teammates.

Both gripped their individual points of impact grunting over ‘how could you’s’ and ‘we were just helping’.

The mahogany brown eyes that glared back at them made them flinch evermore before running away to hide behind their captain.

Unfortunately for Hinnoshita, Daichi and Sugawara thought the entire things was hilarious. The captain and co-captain wouldn’t be punishing the two second years any time soon, even if they were normally the more well-behaved team members.

After ensuring that there were no droplets around you, and getting into a comfortable sitting position to take notes, you watched the next interview subject head towards you.

You mentally noted how his deep brown hair matched his eyes, and how the ends of his eyes dipped towards the ground. Smiling, you thought, he must get asked if he’s tired a lot.

Once he reached your area, you patted the ground in front of you. “Sit, sit.” Laughing at yourself, and watching his motions while he followed your orders with a smile on your face. “Hello! Thank you so much for going next! I had no idea who I was going to pick, so it was a tremendous help to find out someone wanted to!”

Your excited nature made the boy in front of you flush, and you worried you went too far in your appraisal.

“Chikara,” He stated.

Cocking your head to its side, you let your confusion rise. Wasn’t he just freaking out a bit about my outburst? And, what’s he saying? Power? What does that have to do with this? Is it a form of slang that Miyagi residents use? Your inner turmoil had you panicked, Am I this far behind my new classmates? Will I fall further behind them socially??

“Hinnoshita Chikara,” He said when you didn’t comment back to him. “I’m in class 2-4. My friends were trying to embarrass me by calling out to you like that.” He smiled shyly as his seemingly tired eyes turned to the ground at your side, “I’m glad you didn’t take offense to them screaming at you.”

It’s his name?! You thought, eyes bulging before you comprehended what else the boy told you. Quickly writing down his name and class, you relaxed your features. “Nice to meet you Chikara-san.” You figured he wanted you to call him by his first name since it was how he initially introduced himself, and you wanted to respect his wishes like everyone had been doing so far with yours.

He snapped his eyes back in contact with yours, the widest grin on his face Well at least I wasn’t wrong, you thought to yourself before turning your own eyes away in embarrassment.

“So, what do I do now?” He asked.

You slapped your forehead, physically letting your body remind your mind that you were supposed to be focusing on club activities. “Well, why don’t we start with you telling me how you got to be the player you are today?” Smiling, and you readied to take your notes quickly.

Hinnoshita looked at his hands, clearly avoiding your gaze. He chuckled lightly to himself, “That would be my luck.” You were confused, and let your smile falter. But, you did not want to say anything rash and cause a problem, so you let the boy lead the conversation further. “I’m not sure if anyone else mentioned it, but I wasn’t always a member of the team. Let’s just say I took a break for a while.”

Nodding at him, you recalled the story Narita told you. So, he wasn’t the only one, huh? You wanted to write notes about it, that way you could potentially write about the event that caused his leave of absence. But, you found you also didn’t want to unnecessarily cause issues for the team that had been so willing to work with you. What should I do?

The boy didn’t stop telling you his story. Oblivious to the battle going on in your head. “When I came back, I felt I was more determined than ever. But, the previous Coach Ukai had already left. And, even though we had a dedicated captain, I didn’t feel like I deserved to be allowed back in. I had been ungrateful to all the effort the coach had put in to making me a better player.” He sighed, and you figured he was watching his memories like they were on a film reel.

You put your hand on his knee, calling his attention away from his own thoughts and onto you. “I’m sorry you feel so bad about your actions, but I don’t think you should regret them anymore.”

When he just gave you an un-readable expression you continued, “I mean, you said you came back more determined, right? So, you knew what you needed to do, and now you spend more time training that part of yourself. Or, at least that’s what I’d assume you are doing. I don’t know. I just met you.” You laughed at your own rambling, “Apologies if I’m sticking myself into your business, but I don’t like when people look back at their mistakes like they are the end-all-be-all of their lives. It’s important to learn from mistakes, they are gunna happen. Even choices that you regret later. It’s part of being human, don’t you agree?” You didn’t expect him to answer and were surprised when he started shaking his head. However, mid-shake he nodded profusely. Smiling, you went on. “We make mistakes, we make choices we regret later, but it’s a part of life. The important thing is to learn from them. Recognize what happened and use it to your advantage at another time. Use the memory of how you felt to push yourself in a direction that won’t let you feel that way again.”

Sighing, you waved a hand over your face. “Okay, moving on!” You smiled at the boy sitting across from you, before jumping into a couple more questions. They followed along the lines of what you had asked the other boys, but you realized while talking you only really wanted to know the answer to your last one.

“So, since the game was like that, things fell into place.” You smiled as he finished answering your second to last question.

Chikara was nice enough to let you move topics so easily, that you wondered if he was waiting to thoroughly consider your words until he got home.

“Just one more question from me, if you’re still good.” At his nod of approval, you asked, “How do you see next year going?”

The seemingly calm boy quickly became beat-red. Stuttering out, “W-well, um-m, m-my friends-s…I m-mean…t-the other s-second years think th-they will m-make me…make me be…c-cap-capt-.” He snapped his mouth shut before bypassing the word he refused to consider himself. “Bu-t I don’t t-think I deserve it. Tanaka and Noya have more experience in official matches, and such.”

You smiled at the boy, you hadn’t missed that he was telling you the other four second years were trying to make him take the captain position. “If your team thinks you’re the right man for the job…doesn’t that mean you are?” You drawled, standing as you brought the interview to an end.

It was hard to ignore, but the boy didn’t immediately make any movements. After ten solid seconds, you turned back to him.

He looked like a ghost.

“Oh no!” You practically screamed, rushing to bend over and fan him. I really hope he isn’t oxygen deprived from cooling down to quickly after his workout. You had learned in your research that players tended to keep their body temperatures at a certain level, to stay conscious, after and before workouts. Which is why you hadn’t argued with Takeda-sensei’s time limit for your interviews. The limit also ensured I could make up an excuse for exchanging numbers with the players, but that wasn’t important right now!

You kept fanning the boy with your notebook, hoping one of the boys just staring at you would eventually come assist.

Daichi and the rest of the Karasuno volleyball team turned in your direction when they saw you drop to start fanning Hinnoshita’s face.

While many felt a pang of concern for their teammate, it was hard for everyone to ignore the larger feeling of envy at how you fussed over him.

The captain was the first to move towards you, indicating that he’d figure things out.

“Is everything okay?” Mr. Short-dark-hair asked, while dropping to his knees on the other side of his teammate from you.

Shaking you head you answered, “I have no idea. I just turned around and he was like this.” You took a deep breath, and slowed your frantic waving as the captain snapped his fingers in front of Chikara’s face. “Is it because he cooled down to quickly between his practice sets?” You asked, tears forming at the corner of your (E/C) eyes. The guilt felt like it was eating you alive.

The boy in question seemed to pull himself together as he heard the break in your voice. He shook his head a few times, and the color rushed back into his expression. He blinked at you, smiling. His tired looking eyes bore into your tear-filled ones.

“Why are you crying, (F/N)-san?” He whispered.

You lightly punched his shoulder. “Don’t scare me like that! I thought I hurt you!”

He shook his head. Both Chikara and the captain broke into a light laughing fit as you wiped away a stray tear angrily. You started taking a few steps away to give the pair of boys some space, scratching your pencil against the open notebook in your hands.

“Hey, (F/N)-san?” The dark-brunette called, stopping you in your tracks. “Could I change my answer to some of the questions from before?”

You turned to smile at the boy below you.

And held out a piece of scrap paper with your name and number written on it. “Message me your new answers.” You replied, leaving the captain to his team member and walking outside to catch a breath of fresh air to calm your nerves.

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