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Reapers & Ravens

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pairings: jordan li x oc

tw: canonical violence and gore, mentions of mysterious vought pills, mentions of death, asshole dad, iffy morals, seizure

description: the story of a girl. a girl cursed by compound v to live a life without touch.

a/n: yayy it's finally posted! if u haven't read chapter one yet I would recommend that or else you'll be kind of confused. also i still haven't watched ep4 or onwards so if there are any mistakes plotwise i'll try to change them when i can. can't wait for you all to see vic's progression as a character oh and her dad is portrayed by chad michael murray. enjoy and lmk if u want to be added to the taglist <3

Blood. So much blood. It was basically singing with unaltered power. I had to hold myself back from just totally pressing myself against all the pool next to me. It was dark out now, and yet we were all still sitting on the stone steps right outside the crimefighting school.

People in neon yellow hazmat suits clinically cleaned up all that remained of Luke. I wanted to shout at them to stop to just let me experience that little sliver of power again, but I kept quiet and made eye contact with Andre. He had a whole aura of grief surrounding his very being.

The medical people had helped clean me up and had given me a spare pair of latex gloves as well as a collection of the school merch that I changed into. The plastic material itched against the soft skin of my hands. The cold burn lingered on the periphery of my brain. As if it was just waiting for me to absorb more and more life force.

Everything was thrumming around me and since all my clothes had been confiscated for cleaning I had no way of getting to my pills. I buried my head between my palms and tried to take a calming breath. No need to start freaking out and do something stupid… like taking a literal blood bath.

“Uh Miss Oaks. We found these in your jacket pocket, they looked important.” I look up to see one of the paramedics holding out the little packet of pills. I snatch quickly from her hand and drily swallow one of the neon green monstrosities.

“Thanks.” She nods and turns back to the ambulance, everything starts to calm down in my brain when I see Cate collapse. Her sobs seem to puncture the very fabric of relaity and tears start to form on my eyelids.

What kind of person wanted to bathe in her friend’s blood? I asked myself and rivers of water started to flow down my cheeks as a shudder shakes through my body. This year was off to a horrible start.

Finally we were released from whatever quarantine they put us in and before I followed Marie to the freshman dorms, I encased Cate in a quick hug.

“I have no idea how you must be feeling right now but all I know is that I’m sorry. If you want to get drunk and watch shitty tv shows I’m only a text away.” Cate’s small grateful smile shined through her tears as she thanked me quietly before we released each other and went our separate ways.

Jogging slightly I caught up with Marie as she pulled the door to our dorm open, she held it for me as we both stepped into the hallways which felt more oppressive and prison-like than usual.

“You okay?” I finally ask, breaking the silence when we reached our floor.

“Okay? Do you really think any of us are okay after that?” Marie basically burst out and looked at me incredulous.

“No… I just fuck I can’t- people are hard to figure out ok. I just- honestly I don’t know anymore.”

“Yeah me neither. Sorry for snapping.”

“Don’t worry about it, I think we’re all entitled to not being calm after everything.”

We nod at each other and when we get to our respective dorms she looks at me as if she’s contemplating saying something else but ultimately decides against it. She just lets out a loud sigh and pushes her dorm door open.

I push mine open as well and suddenly a cloud of incense hits my face. A hand grabs my forearm and pulls me quickly into the room before slamming the door shut.

“Uh… Gemma? What is going on?”

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? I tried to get through the barricade but they didn’t let me through even after I explained who I-”

“Woah slow the fuck down Gemma. I’m okay, not hurt at all and you need to calm down. Come on deep breaths.”

We stare into each other’s eyes as I try to slow my roommate’s panicked breathing, every single breath we take together seems to get her a little more level headed.

“You okay now?”

“Yeah sorry, I really should be doing that for you.”

“It’s fine, Gem, now what the hell is with all this incense?” Her tinkling laughter adds to the calming atmosphere that the incense smoke had already start to create.

“Oh umm it helps destress me. When I realized I kind of went overboard I also realized you can’t open the windows.”

“Oh my god only you Gem. Well at least it smells nice.”

“Do you need anything by the way? I’ve got a horror movie lined up and I bought some stuff from Vought-a-Burger.”

“Uh yeah sure just let me get changed into something more comfy.”

“Of course. I’ll set it all up on my computer.”

Stepping towards my closet, I grabbed a pair of neatly folded pajamas and my softest cashmere gloves. Pulling the stupid latex gloves off I breathed out a sigh of relief. A migraine was starting to form at the base of my skull and the cold fire that had started to fade away suddenly came back full force.

I didn’t want to risk taking another one of the pills so soon after ingesting the first one that I just let my power hit me full force. A few seconds later, the cold fire seemed to erupt out of my hands quite literally setting them on fire. It didn’t burn, instead it was like someone had poured alcohol all over my hands and lit it with a match.

The fire stayed lit for a minute before it dissipated. The same second that the fire disappeared, so did the cold burn. I felt completely normal - even slightly refreshed. Weird.

Replacing the GodU merch with flannel pajamas and cashmere gloves, I jumped into Gemma’s bed and we settled in to watch classic horror movies. I felt the night’s trauma settle in more as the minutes of the movie ticked down. I wasn’t a stranger to death but I felt so utterly helpless - there was no way I could have helped. Nothing could have been done. Nothing could have been done. I let the mantra repeat over and over in my head, trying to shake off the overwhelming guilt.

Nothing could have been done.

It was the first official day of school and so far it was completely normal… other than the fact I had somehow made the top 10. Granted I was #7 but still - one of the first freshman to ever make the top fucking ten. Andre got the top spot and Marie also had made it into the rankings just below me. It was embarrassing how obvious Vought was being with their campaign.

What absolutely fucking sucked was that Jordan had been bumped down to 5… it didn’t make any sense since I literally saw how banged up (for a supe) they had been after fighting Luke, they was the one who saved out lives - I just stood around and did nothing.

I was sitting in the commons after making sure to drop a bundle of daisies next to the memorial. They were my private way of mourning Luke, even if they had been amongst the things left for Brink. Scoffing, I watched the rest of the student body act like vultures as they were fucking clout chasing at a damn memorial.

I turned up the volume of my headphones and laid down on the soft grass. The blades of grass pricked at my exposed ankles as the clouds danced past my face. Calm in the eye of the storm it seems.

My cloud watching was rudely interrupted by my phone’s ringtone stopping my music and incessantly going on until I fished it out of my jacket pocket and slid the ‘accept call’ button without really taking notice of who was calling me.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Oaks, your daughter is on the line.” The familiar voice of my father’s PA (or rather employee with benefits) rang through my headphones. Fuck me.

“Thanks Margot. Hello Vicky.” I fought a sigh and bit the side of my cheek - hard.

“Hi dad. How’s it going?”

“Good, good. The new movie seems like it’s going to make some money.”

“That’s great! Are you on set right now?”

“No, weekly massage appointment, remember?” As if I didn’t know that the massage appointment was actually code for, I scrunched up my nose in disgust at all the times I had accidentally walked in on him during one of his “massage appointments”.

“Right yeah, sorry. It’s been a hectic few days.”

“I actually called about that, congratulations on making the top 10 sweetheart, you better start working hard. First freshman in history! Well other than that other girl, what was her name? Natalie, Renee-” The little flame of happiness in my chest was slightly diminished because of the insult that always seemed to follow the compliment.

“Marie dad, Marie.”

“Right, yes. Anyways I’ve got to go, the masseuse is calling. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Sure da-” The line cut off before I could even finish my goodbyes, he really got on my fucking nerves sometimes. My music came back on full blast after the call finished and I tried to ease back into my calm state when yet another interruption decided to arise.

This time it was a gaggle of freshmen who had their phones pointed at my face and I could dimly hear them all gushing about being my best friend. Okay break over. Rolling my eyes I jumped up from my position on the floor and quickly made my exit from the scene.

The only place that I knew would be a good hideout was my dorm but Gemma was supposedly prepping for her first Performance Arts class, which I definitely did not want to interrupt and so that left… the library. But before I could even think of making my way over there I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

It was a message from Margot, stating that I was needed for promo materials at one of the auditoriums. Great, just perfect. I didn’t bother to respond to her text but started moving in the opposite direction of the library.

The heels of my boots click against the cement paths as I fiddle with the clasp on my gloves. The white leather glided over the metallic clasp as I hurried up the stone steps to the Performing Arts building.

Grabbing the silver door handle and walking into the studio, it was as if the neon backdrop exploded my retinas. Before I could even blink, I felt someone grab my arm and drag me over to a makeup chair.

“Oh thank god. We had no idea where you were, we had to get your father’s PA to message you and that already took enough of our time.” The frantic but familiar voice of Courtenay Fourtney greeted me as a bunch of random people seemed to appear out of the shadows, each holding some kind of makeup or styling instrument.

“Uh sorry.”

Suddenly I saw an ungloved hand start coming towards my face but just as my hand was about to grab the person’s forearm the damage had already been done. The soft pads of their fingertips grazed my cheek and energy started pouring into my body. I caught a glimpse of a childhood memory before a scream rang out from one of the other makeup artists.

“Goddammit, someone wheel her out or something and go get some water, I don’t need any more fainting. Did no one get the memo that you can’t touch her unprotected?” I was still trying to recover from absorbing an entire person’s life when, now gloved, hands started to touch my face and add makeup.

“Is she dead?” I ask, my voice slightly wobbly, as someone starts putting blush on my cheekbones with a slight shake in their hand. I hadn’t absorbed someone in a while so it was like a huge kick to my system - then the realization set in. Great another death. Not my fault, but even after all the years of telling myself that it’s not my fault I could still feel that spark of greed. To just keep taking and taking and-

“Yes but we had them all sign a waver now wait where the hell is the other girl? Claire? Claire!” Courtenay went off into the shadows as someone thrust a garment bag into my arms when my face was finished getting touched up.

“Change into this.” I nodded but before walking over to one of the changing stalls. I sneaked a look at my makeup - not bad. After I slipped on the turtleneck and slightly oversized cream suit, I grabbed the Vought pills. Another one couldn’t hurt right? The itch had come back from last night and no more accidental deaths would be good.

I popped one of the neon green pills and smiled at myself in the mirror. Time to be a hero.

“Hey Andre!” I shouted over to where he was talking to his dad, a relieved smile overcame his face even if his eyes were still filled with a clear dark emptiness.

“Wow Victoria Oaks. I haven’t seen you in a while. How have you been? How’s your dad?”

“Hi Mr. Anderson. It’s good to see you. Dad’s doing well, I’ll be sure to get him to call you soon.”

“Yes please do. I’ll leave you two to talk.” He sent a wink to Andre before taking out his phone and walking out of the studio.

“Everything okay? I know how he can get.” I asked Andre, giving him a slight reassuring pat on his arm.

“Yeah, yeah we’re fine. Umm actually could-”

Before Andre could get on with his admission our little conversation was interrupted by the opening of heavy doors and Marie walking in - where she was immediately swarmed by Courtenay.

I felt a wave of sympathy rush through me, Andre and I had been in the public sphere ever since we were children. We knew who was trying to hustle us and what exactly we needed to do to get higher ratings but Marie was totally new to this.

“Uh sorry what were you saying?” I snap out of my little daydream and look over to Andre who was also starring over to where Marie was being handed the interview script.

“Just that uh… Luke, he said something to me before he you know,” I smiled sympathetically at him and nodded slightly urging him to continue. “Basically he said that my dad had something, but just now when I asked him he looked at me like I was insane.”

“You mean that-”

“Everyone quickly, places please.”

“We’ll talk later!” Andre nodded at me as I jogged up the steps and started to pose for my solo pictures. Andre watched on until Marie joined him after getting changed into a frankly stunning outfit.

About an hour later we were finally released from the clutches of Courtenay Fourtney - with a promise to be on time for the interview that night.

The three of us walked between the trailers, Marie with her hands clutching her backpack like a lifeline, Andre vaping and me taking bites of a random cupcake I had stolen from the tiny craft service table.

As we walked I could hear the shutters of people’s cameras, we posed for a few selfies and I blew some kisses to some of the cameras.

“One thing I’ve already learned, you can literally say anything to them and they will still take the picture.”

“That’s why you say yes to give the illusion of choice.” Andre answers with a slightly bored tone, I hum in agreement next to him as I take another bite of the strawberry frosting. This was a damn good cupcake.

“Did you learn that from your dad?”

“Did Luke say something to you about my dad?” Andre stuttered out and my interest suddenly peaked, we hadn’t gotten a chance to discuss what he told me right before the shoot.

“He just said ‘The Woods’.” A strange chill traveled along my spine when Marie’s mouth finished forming the words, they seemed strangely familiar but also foreign. I tune back into the conversation as Andre tells Marie what he told me before the photoshoot.

“Well good luck with that.” I finish my strawberry cupcake and look back at Marie with an incredulous expression obviously painted on my face.

“Marie? What? That’s it.”

“Look I don’t see how this involves me okay? I went out with you guys once, I don’t know you.”

“Marie, that's a flimsy excuse, come on. I barely knew Luke-”

“Exactly, you don’t need to get involved with this either Vic. He tried to kill us, remember?”

It’s not like I didn’t understand where Marie was coming from but this was important. A person killed himself right in front of us and she’s acting like it isn’t her problem. I let out a sigh of indignation.

“Andre, look let’s not push her into this, okay?” He looked at me slightly betrayed before looking back at Marie.

“Marie, I don’t think you get this. He’s dead. I guess you don’t have any problem stepping over him to get to the top.” I let out a soft gasp at Andre’s words, ok that was taking it a little too far but before I could rebuke him, Marie narrowed her eyes and spoke with a much angrier tone.

“That shit at the club, where you nearly killed that girl. I was going to get expelled for that, did you know that?”

“Of course not, I didn’t ask for that.”

“No you didn’t. You just get everything handed to you on a silver platter, because of your dads.” She shifted her face so she was now staring into my eyes, “Everyone knows who you are and are ready to cover for their precious supes, I don’t have shit. So don’t blame me when I try to have at least a little self preservation.”

I was about to call out to her when she started walking away from us but something stopped me. I wonder sometimes what would have happened if my dad wasn’t my dad and I had these powers. I probably would have ended up in one of those orphanages for dangerous supes. A shudder once again runs through my body - I had heard enough horrible things about those places to know how grateful I should be.

“So are you going to help at least?” Andre asked after a few seconds of awkward silence.

“Am I your friend?” Andre’s signature smile graced his face in return to my sarcastic remark and he linked arms with mine.

“You headed for crimefighting as well?”

“Yup, I got an update to my schedule during the shoot. I’ll be joining you in the junior class.”

“How did you manage that?” Andre asked as we posed for a few more selfies before heading through the large doors.

“No idea, but I’m sure it was dad. He texted, no, his PA texted right after the change.”

“Venice still around?”

“What? Oh no, she was like 5 PAs ago. Have we really not talked in that long?”

“I guess so, scary thoughts.” I snorted at his remark when we finally arrived at the junior crimefighters class. He dramatically pulled the door open for me. “Age before beauty.”

“That comment makes zero sense, I’m literally younger than you.”

“Exactly.” A loud and offended gasp left my mouth when I finally stepped into the class.

“Rude. Hey Jordan.” She seemed to shake out of their daydream when they looked up at us from her seat.

“Oh hey guys. Didn’t realize you were taking this class Vic.” I took a seat next to her and Andre sat down to my right after shooing off one of the other juniors.

“My dad made some calls supposedly?” They just narrowed their eyes and nodded at me.

“Right.” The flirty Jordan from last night was nowhere to be seen and I could quite palpably feel that the air around her felt heavier than normal. It was like a storm was brewing on the horizon.

“Jordan, look - I’m really sorry about Brink. I’ve only ever met him at some random premieres and book signings so I… I- fuck I’m not good with the whole emotions thing but if you ever need anything…”

Jordan after the end of my long spiel of stuttered phrases looked honestly really surprised. I cringed, emotions are not a thing that was ever promoted around supes. We were made of steel. But I felt like I needed to say something but before she could answer, either to rebuke my speech or to say thanks. The dean Indira Shetty walked into the room and smiled at us.

“Professor Brinkeroff died the same way he taught: a hero…” I spent the entirety of her speech switching between staring at my gloves and at Jordan. Their left hand nervously tapped against the plastic table. I was drawn out of my, admittedly a little creepy, staring by the door loudly opening. Everyone in the classroom turned to look at who had appeared in the middle of the dean’s speech. It was Marie.

“Hi sorry I’m late.”

“I’m Dean Shetty. It’s a pleasure to meet you, please take a seat. We’re letting Ms. Moreau and Ms. Oaks audit the junior-year classes. What you and Andre did, it’s obvious you belonged here.”

A pang of discomfort hit me like a freight train, I knew being a supe meant exploiting what you can to get to the top but it still felt horrible. I closed my eyes and willed myself to focus for the rest of the class.

I stayed behind after class to make sure that I would be able to be caught up with the material, Dean Shetty seemed more than accommodating and actually gave me a list of further reading I might be interested in for superhero psychology.

I was busy organizing the new papers and my laptop, that I didn’t realize I had bumped into Jordan until I had pain radiating around my shoulder where we collided.

“Shit sorry, we really need to stop meeting like this.” I said when I finally met his eyes.

“It’s uh fine. Look, I just wanted to say thanks for that in there.” A sigh of relief escaped my body, okay great they weren’t angry at me.

“It was nothing really. I did mean it though if you need anything at all don’t be too scared to ask.”

“Actually… if you wouldn’t mind could you tell them what I did when you have your interview with Hailey Miller. I would really fucking appreciate it. I tried talking to Marie but honestly I don’t know if she will do it and my rankings are all fucked right now cause of the trustees.” My eyebrows shot up, I didn’t have time to look over the script so I thought that they were going to at least be mentioned. Quickly fishing out my phone, I scrolled through all the news coverage Godolkin was getting. Not a single fucking mention of Jordan.

“Shit yeah of course. I haven’t really checked the script or the news I thought that… wow Vought really fucking sucks more than I already thought they did.” Jordan lets out a slightly defeated laugh and runs a hand through their hair.

“So you’ll do it?”

“Yeah sure, I usually wing these interviews anyway. It’s fun to see my dad’s PR people become all frantic when I say something slightly off script. That’s actually how I came out as pan.”

“Oh fuck right, I remember that. It was all over the news. Those fucking headlines oh my god.”

We both started laughing as I remembered the insane things the gossip papers printed. I had always had a rule of not searching myself up online but that whole thing basically stopped me from looking at any news altogether.

Jordan and I walked over to the cafeteria, falling into an easy conversation, almost as if we had known each other for forever. It was like we were surrounded by a sort of bubble, all of our issues and grief seemed to dissipate for a while when we just got to talk about everything and anything.

After spending the day going to classes, talking to Andre and Jordan and working through some of the reading the dean recommended, I emerged from my studies to find my phone blowing up from some random freshmen group chat I had been added to.

Quickly silencing the messages I didn’t bother to knock as I burst into my dorm room with a heavy sigh. Only to find 2 Emmas lying on Gemma’s bed. One of the Emmas seemed to have been furiously crying because her eyes were rimmed with red and the other was holding her tightly. They sprang apart the second they heard the door open and the one that had been crying looked between me and the other Emma with a surprised look on her face.

“Hey? Umm you okay Emma?” I asked, venturing a guess as to who had actually been crying.

“Uh yeah. Umm sorry is this weird? It’s definitely weird. I’m just going to-”

“Woah, Emma relax. Vic is like the least judgemental person ever right?” Emma shifted into Gemma a second later and looked at me with a pleading look on her face. Emma slowly sat back down on the bed and watched me, as if calculating the easiest way to get out of the dorm.

“Yeah, look I don’t know what happened. But whoever made you feel like this can instantly be dead, you just need to ask.” Emma let out a deprecating snuffle while I started to take off my gloves, when she realized what I was doing her eyes widened comically.

“No, no! It’s okay, no need to kill anyone.”

“You sure? Cause there was already an incident today…” I answered in a teasing tone and made a whole show of twisting my now ungloved hands in an overdramatized fashion.

“Yeah please don’t kill anyone for me. I’m guessing you haven’t seen the video then?” Ah the group chat blow up must have been associated with whatever Emma was talking about.

“Uh no?”

“Somehow it astonishes me how famous you are and yet you have absolutely no clue about current events.” Gemma says as she tosses herself back against her assortment of pillows. Seeing as there was no more danger of Emma flying out of the room, I stepped away from the door and threw my now cramped bag onto my bed and settled into the bean bag that Gemma kept on her side of the room.

“Here I would rather you just see for yourself instead of me explaining it.” Emma tossed me her phone as I pulled my gloves back on. Over the next few minutes, my heart sank lower and lower in my body. Who the fuck did this girl think she is?

When the video finally finished I looked up to the pair, who were now entwined in a position very similar to the one I had found them in. A too wide smile started to adorn my face.

“Are you sure I can't just kill her half way?” They both snorted even if they did look a little scared about the expression on my face.

“Look for real though, Emma I’m really fucking sorry about it all coming out like this. It should have been on your own terms or not at all. Either fucking way you are a badass and never ever let anyone think you are less than what you are, okay?”

“Aww you guys are going to make me start crying.” Emma stuttered out as tears started trickling down her cheeks, a grateful smile shone through - like a literal ray of sunshine had entered the room.

I started making my way to the interview way later than I probably should have but friends mattered more than stupid tv appearances, even if I had promised Jordan. Strangely enough I saw Andre a little ahead of me before he stopped and turned to look at the Lamplighter School. Tilting my head in question, I watched as he debated with himself for a second before walking towards the doors.

My interest peaked so I decided to follow him… it’s not like they could start the interview without two of the three ‘Guardians of Godolkin’ - okay yeah that was a shitty name. I followed behind Andre as quietly as I could until suddenly he stopped. Right in the middle of a hallway.

A second later he swiveled around and used his power to grab any of the metal that was embedded into the material of my clothes and pulled me towards him.

“Woah woah, Andre dude it’s just me.” I said before he could pull me too far, I walked out into the harshly lit corridor with my hands held up in an innocent gesture.

“Fucking hell. Victoria, what the hell are you doing here?” He asked hurriedly, sounding incredibly annoyed.

“I don’t know maybe if you bothered telling me why the hell you are sneaking into the fucking crimefighting school I wouldn’t be so suspicious!” I responded in the same harsh whispered tone.

“Ok fine you’re right. Come on, I'll explain on the way.” As we wandered through the hallways Andre showed me the video that he found on Luke’s phone, as I heard more and more of the message the same eerie feeling spread through my bones.

“I know what he’s talking about.” We had arrived at Brink’s door when the message stopped playing and I handed Andre back his phone.

“What?”

“I don’t know it’s like this feeling. All I know is that it’s bad, really bad.” Andre looked at me with a slightly worried look on his face.

“You don’t think that…”

“Fuck I don’t know Andre. Vought has been up to some weird stuff but I remember my life at least I think I do… you know what, let’s not worry about that now. Let’s figure out how to get his brother the hell out of there.”

I felt like I was in some kind of spy movie as Andre quickly navigated Brink’s computer to pull up the files from The Woods. I had been assigned to look out so I stayed closer to the door until I started to hear the loud footsteps of the school’s campus security.

“Andre hurry the fuck up!” I slid under the desk and squeezed myself into a ball to allow Andre to hide under it as well, but he stayed up there quickly taking photos. In the last second, just as the door swung open he dropped down under the desk and silently closed the computer with his powers.

I could hear my heartbeat thudding in my ears as the security swarmed into the room, it felt like every breath I let out would attract their attraction and then Andre’s phone rang… he tried to turn it off but everytime he declined the call it just lit up again.

He looked at me pleadingly as I watched him, feeling absolutely frantic. This is bad. This is very very bad. Thank whatever god was out there that his phone turned off. I was about to let out a loud sigh of relief when I realized they were all still here. We weren’t out of the woods yet.

After another minute of tense silence the security team left with a click of the door and my entire body relaxed onto the side of the desk. The curdled up position was already starting to hurt my back when Andre looked at me, echoing my relief.

“Fuck that was close.”

“Too close… you want to follow them don’t you?” Andre just shrugged with a sheepish smile, I let out a breath through my teeth and banged my head against the side of the desk for good measure.

“Fine, okay. We should probably go now.”

“Right yup.”

Andre and I tried to be as quiet as possible as we followed the security team through the grounds. Thankfully we had actually been training for this our entire lives… to be clear we trained to follow criminals not Vought security employees but with all this new information they might as well be the same thing.

The team finally came to a stop at the bottom of a stairwell, I leaned carefully over the railing making sure that I wasn’t too easily seen when a janitor appeared. Oh that’s not going to end well.

It seemed like my prediction ended up ringing true because a few seconds later the man was on the floor. Throat slit open and blood pooling around him. Andre let out a sharp gasp while I just bit my bottom lip - not letting any sound come out.

Andre’s slip up cost us, the murderer looked up from his task and we moved quickly away from the stairwell.

“Let’s go, Greg will clean up later.”

We both let out a sigh of relief, this night was probably doing horrible things to my blood pressure… did supes even have high blood pressure? Before I could finish whatever strange train of thought my stressed out brain decided to conjure, a security guard came up behind us.

Andre quickly shoved his gun into the wall as I tried to tug off my gloves but before they were even half way down my palms, a piercing wail seemed to drill into my brain.

“AHHH.” The ringing caused me to clutch my head in agony, my face scrunched up in pure and utter pain. I ended up falling backwards on the stairwell as the sound just seemed to get louder and louder and louder.

“Did you know supes have a wider range of hearing than us? Like dogs.” The man’s condescending little voice was the only thing that seemed to stop the utter pain of the ringing. Fuck.

“Hey Bob! Turn it off.” I was too busy feeling like my brain was leaking out of my ears to pay attention to the distant voice that had suddenly appeared. And then it stopped. Sweet, beautiful, wonderful relief.

It was serenely quiet for a second or so before I finally got my bearings again. When I looked up I found Cate instigating what seemed to be flashlight oral sex…? What the actual fuck. I carefully got up by gripping onto one of the metal railings.

“Oh god Cate my savior.” The blonde turned to look at the pair of us with a smile on her face which instantly dropped as she tried to get down the stairs.

“Andre… Vic. We- we need to go.”

“Cate! Cate! Your eye! You’ve been pushing too much.”

“I’m fine… I’m fine.” That was the moment that she fainted, she fell right into my arms and Andre’s. We carefully placed her on the floor and I ripped off my sweater, placing it under her head as she convulsed.

“Shit, shit, shit. Cate! Cate!”

“CATE!” I screamed out as I moved the bundle of clothing under her head but she didn’t stop convulsing. She couldn’t stop.

so yeah... hints at trauma and shit from vic's past - do be easy on her tho she has gone through enough accidental deaths to basically be desensitized at this point. ALSO I wanted to focus more on her supe side this chapter, hopefully that shone through cause like most other supes she has an ego the size of a planet lol - that's partially why she followed andre at the end instead of doing the interview

it's also funny to me that this poor girl has absolutely no idea what is going on with anyone else's backstory like the audience or the reader in this case knows more about everyone than she does

lmk what u think <3

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pixyys · 1 year

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thou shalt not be sad!

making corny jokes and pick up lines for them

ft. the flags + chuuya + verlaine + adam

warnings. possible storm bringer spoilers; fluff/humor + hurt/comfort

notes. romantic/ platonic; huuuuge thank you to @silverbladexyz for these wonderful pick up lines ♡; reposting bc oh god, tumblr was in a silly mood

art by @/shan_zeze (twt)

❝you have a little bit of some loose screws in your head. everyone knows this well enough. but seriously, every person in your vicinity are just so depressed and gloomy! surely, that's nothing some some good ol' one liners can't solve. ❞

LIPPMANN

Our little story starts during a time when The Flags have the pleasure of gathering together. Everyone has been busy with their businesses for quite a while. But they finally get the time to relax and act like normal young men without the burdens and horrors of their line of work.

Of course, you are there too! For.. whatever reason you have. No one minds nor questions your presence, so you sit there, simply observing; grinning with a dumbstruck smile at how everyone is happy and enjoying their time.

Especially lippmann. You saw his recent movie, the one that blew up on the internet, yeah. He's been flying all over the world for premiers and promotions. Even now, he just got back from one of his world tours.

"Lippmann," you make your way towards the end of the billiard table. "How was Europe?"

"Europe?" he recovers from his hunched position, the billiard cue still in his hand. "It was quite nice. Do you want me to take you when I go on another tour in the future?"

Whoa. Traveling Europe with 'the' Lippmann?

"Yes please," the response comes a bit too eager than you intended. "But won't it be a hassle? Was there any quarantine during your latest travel?"

"Well, for safety measures-"

"-Because you can't spell quarantine without U R A Q T."

The room falls silent as those words leave your mouth, save for the ticking of the clock and someone's pool ball falling on the floor.

"Ah.. well," Lippmann laughs nervously. For a flit moment, burying yourself six feet under sounds like a very tempting escape. But the thought dissipates as the charming actor chuckles, with a very lilting voice and a cute-looking smile that could've made you keel over right there and then.

"I suppose there will still be momentary quarantines since the virus is still around," he continues. "After all, you can't spell virus without U and I."

Well.

"Oh hell no! Not this again!"

Something cracks with a horrible crunch, probably Chuuya breaking his billiard cue. Not sure didn't care. You're too busy gaping at the actor slash mafioso like some dying fish. Either way, this dying fish got that world tour free pass! yeah!

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PIANO MAN

Looking back, you have no idea how you managed to crawl out from that pit of embarrassment and continue life as usual. Maybe your sense of dignity just dried out. Maybe you're the kind of person who just rolls with everything. You pulled through, either way.

As it goes, your existence and role in The Flags is a peculiar one, as peculiar as your personality. A wildcard, if you will. Again, maybe that's why you find yourself helping Piano Man with those 'supernotes' of his.

"Say, Piano Man, do you play the piano?" you ask, mind drifting wistfully as you watch him send away some of his underlings. Some others are still waiting for their next order, standing by within the vicinity—you included.

"I don't," he regards your curious question.

"I think you'll be a great pianist."

Piano Man offers a raise on his brow, "On what ground?" he said.

"I mean, better yet, you can be Bae-thoven."

To put it in the most less-heartbreaking sense, his response is both something you definitely expected but nevertheless didn't prepare for. The silence that follows is reminiscent of that time you landed a free Europe tour pass with Lippmann, so is the forced laugh that grows from Piano Man's mouth.

Another, painfully awkward silence that comes after it, however; you can't help but reel from it.

"Piano Man, please. That's the worst possible response," you half-whispered.

"Ah, apologies. I suppose.. thank you?"

THAT IS THE WORST POSSIBLE RESPONSE.

The room is dead silent, and it doesn't look like it's because Piano Man's underlings are too afraid to laugh in his presence. No, at this rate, your sense of dignity will really dry out, dissipating out of existence. That is until you saw a glimpse of Piano Man's subtle smug face.

Ah, right. It is Piano Man you're up against.

[name]: i showed you my best pickup line pls respond

piano man: no <3

In bitter shame of such pitiful defeat, you toned down your puns ever since. But one time, when you cross paths with your arch nemesis once again, Piano Man strikes up a conversation.

"About that thing about not being able to play the piano, [Name]. I think I'll start learning it."

"Really?" you turn to him.

But what did he do? he, in turn, closes the distance, leaning his face to your ears, "How about you give me some piano lessons?" he whispers, and you can almost, almost feel his breath lingering on your earlobe.

"We can play all night and make sweet music." you can feel his smile.

You ascended; jaws dropped, eyes popped out, cheeks hot. You didn't remember if you passed out or dropped dead.

Really, it's best to only pick battles you can win.

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ICEMAN

"Iceman is it? You seem like a cool guy. I hope we can get along."

Iceman knew you're a walking embodiment of a headache the moment you exchange names and shake each other's hands.

He still wonders why he still puts up with your shenanigans. Or why he still agreed on helping you do combat practice and friendly spars. All the while trying to not accidentally stab or decapitate you, probably.

He watches you pat down your light bruises, making use of the momentary rest. Objectively speaking, you are no weak opponent. Sure, he can likely kill you in your sleep. But at least not without some struggle in your part.

"This place is pretty neat for sparring, like a very comfy practice room," you comment, still holding the shoulder that might have a nasty bruise- or a sprain? He hopes not. Iceman wonders if he threw you too hard just now.

"Oh! Speaking of," you suddenly turn to him, "Are you a practice room? Because I want you and I hope you're not taken."

Yeah, No. he really should've thrown you harder.

Iceman, once again, questions why he puts up with you. You both are not even musicians and you manage to force that line into this context, and for what?

"..Iceman?"

He remains passive.

"Uh, please laugh?..At least?"

You made it a mental note to not mess with Iceman again. Poor guy. He still helps you patch up those sparing bruises though, so you should be good👍

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DOC

"Sorry, can you help me? I think something's wrong with my eyes."

Being sent to the battlefront is tough. Guns and fists and knives don't exactly line up with an unscathed body. But you're tougher! And you have your reliable good friend, Doc. Iceman's training retinue polished you like a coarse diamond grinder, so Doc didn't have to do much than patch up minor cuts and scratches.

Doc decides to hold back further questions at your remark. Instead, choosing to appraise your face- the eye you claim to be 'wrong'. There's a subtle crease on his brow as his hands frame your cheek, trying to observe visible damage on your eye.

Of course. Even the most skilled doctor won't find anything. your eyes are fine.

"I think I just can't take them off you." you wink.

Doc tilts his head, then blinks.

Cute! Yet, the silence is starting to trigger the PTSD you got from Piano Man and Iceman. You hope it won't be the same case for this 'Doctor-Man.'

He finally nods, as if making up a decision. "Does it feel numb? Or painful?"

"No, I mean-"

"Maybe something is wrong with your extraocular muscles. I can open them up and-"

"You know what? Don't worry about it," you cut him off, rushing to swat away the current topic. "I think it just healed! That's amazing! I knew you're the best doctor one could ever ask for!"

Yeah.. better be careful next time. Getting your eyes dissected and cut open must not be fun.

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ALBATROSS

You're not saying you have a favorite in The Flags, but you're saying you have a favorite in The Flags, and that might or might not be Albatross. (It's definitely Albatross).

He is your true partner in crime, aiding you in your eternal quest to annoy every single living existence (especially Chuuya, but don't tell him that). Albatross isn't very keen on puns or pickup lines, but he picks up the habit as soon as you start greeting him with those daily doses of corniness.

"Morning!" you send the energetic wheelman a lighthearted smile, waving as you pass by the hallways of the headquarters.

"Oh, mornin' [Name]-"

"-Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?"

By normal standards, a perfectly normal person normally does not start their morning with a badly-placed and badly-formed, relatively corny pickup line. But abiding by the normal standards isn't exactly how you roll, and neither does Albatross. That moment marked the day The Flags must put up with a brand new headache.

"I'm confused… I thought happiness started with an H, but mine seems to start with U."

"Life without you is like a broken pencil... totally pointless."

"Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile."

"Are you a loan? 'Cause you've got my interest-"

"Alright. i believe that's enough, you two."

It takes Piano Man a lot to get him to lose his patience, and apparently, you've done abundant. Don't worry about Chuuya, the little precious bundle of rage is long gone. He knows better than to risk exhausting his voice or accidentally ransacking the whole hideout (lmao).

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ADAM FRANKENSTEIN

You are suffering from success. Or winning from failure? These jokes and pickup lines became something of a second nature to your tongue. You can't even remember what you said to this robot- er, supercomputer agent Adam Frankenstein.

"Oh. This is what humans call as puns, also known as paronomasia, a form of wordplay that exploits multiple meanings of a term, or of similar-sounding words, for an intended humorous effect."

"Yeah-"

"But yours wasn't funny."

>:0

"W-well," you cough, recovering yourself. "Funny isn't the only intended effect. It was a punny pick-up line."

Adam nods.

"A pick-up line or chat-up line is a conversation opener with the intent of engaging a person for romance or dating. Are you trying to woo me?"

"W-wwwhat?"

So, a literal robot just pulled an uno reverse card on you. Yet still, that's a good question. Are you really trying to woo him?

"I- I thought you'll start making one of those android jokes." you make an unsteady smile.

"My android jokes? Of course. They are not made with the intention of expressing romantic expression, so I can make one for you if you wish so."

Well. This tin man just indirectly reject your yet-to-exist confession.

"Either way, I am flattered by your attempts. However, I'm afraid that it will be impossible. You are a human and I am an autonomous humanoid supercomputer, the first to be used for law enforcement use-"

Yep. the tin man just directly rejected your yet-to-exist confession. Adam woke up and chose violence. At this point, you're better off going home and curling up in your blanket with some sad love song playlist. You think Chuuya winced and made a very pitiful expression for you. But you choose to mark that off as your imagination.

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PAUL VERLAINE

For a reason you can't fathom, you somehow end up in Verlaine's, Chuuya's, and Adam's theater of bloodshed.

Right here, right now, you're a vanguard of the battlefront. You shouldn't be thinking 'this'. Your chest hurts so bad from dodging Verlaine's attacks, your limbs are aching from bruises and cuts, your head is spinning with adrenaline, and this French man is trying to kill you and kidnap your ginger friend.

But darn, he's fine- You slap yourself.

"You good?" Chuuya rasps, struggling to make his step as he flanks your side.

"No, but-" another flying car flings towards your direction, and muscle memory forces you both to flee from your position, escaping death by a grasp.

Well.

This man is merciless, and *cough* attractive. Had he not currently trying to throw cars at you, you'd take him to some nice cafe and start serenading him with, uh, 'sweet' words.

Might as well.

"Whoa sir, you have some killer moves!" you roar heartily, uncaring by the way chuuya is eyeing you like an incredulous mother daring her child to do something stupid. "I'd simply die to have you." you wink.

"[NAME], WHAT THE HELL?!"

In that split second, your words seem to catch Verlaine in a trance. Adam's fancy iron man laser beam almost grazes the French man's shoulder..somehow.

Hey, that worked! :D

[name] : chuuya, i think he's french.

chuuya : no shi-

[name] : i think eiffel for him.

chuuya:

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NAKAHARA CHUUYA

This is it. The curtain calls, and it's time to face the final boss; it's time to unleash the ultimate torment to this poor boy.

"Ooh! Don't you look dapper? I always liked your fashion sense. You look good in that suit."

Chuuya doesn't immediately answer, opting to silently trace the paved sidewalk you both are treading on. By all means, both of you have no trouble with resources that a personal car, or even a whole limousine won't be impossible. It's just that the moon shines beautifully that night, so you drag your grumpy friend for a breath of fresh air.

"But you know what you'll look better in?" you chuckle, following his steps. "My arms."

Nothing. Mo reaction. No swatting your finger guns, no annoyed and incessant curses. Chuuya treats you like a nonexistent ghost, until he halts and simply stares at you with an inexplicable expression.

"Chuuya?" you falter, "Did- I go too far? Or did it finally get you? my jokes..?"

Oh, it did get him. No, you got him.

He shifts closer to you, like he finally loses it and is about to choke you to death. But this feels different. There is no malice or raw anger in his movements. They feel.. heavy, tired. Wordlessly, he leans his weight on your body, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

His breath is warm against your collarbone; the slight shudder from his long exhale stripped the corny jokes off your tongue.

"Oh, Chuuya.." you mirror him, putting your arms around him in a reassuring embrace. He is now here, in where you both want him to be: Your arms.

Some things come, and some things simply go. But some other things just don't change. Chuuya is grateful he can still hear your annoying jokes and lines, and that you are still by his side.

#[bungou stray dogs]#bsd x reader #bsd flags x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #bsd adam x reader

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negrowhat · 2 years

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Congratulations!!!

What are your top 10 favorite couples?

HEY FRIENDS CELEBRATE ME REACHING 2500 FOLLOWERS BY SENDING ME ASKS:

Nothing’s off the table for these asks. You can ask me anything. Top 3′s, Top 5′s, Top 10′s, even Top 22′s (lord). They can be BL related, KPOP related, food, movies, people. Or you can just drop in the ask box to show your love and congratulate ya sis on 2500.

THANKS FOR THE LOVE! Top 10 fave couples? Let's see

FighterTutor from Why R U? Not the best with communication sure, but they had undeniable chemistry together. With Tutor, Fighter was able to be himself. With Fighter, Tutor was able to be more at ease and learn to lean on someone else. They were sweet and romantic and I love them.

Gene and Nubsib from Lovely Writer. I adore Gene. And even though Sib was manipulative and a bit of a sociopath, he took amazing care of Gene. I love that Gene stayed true to himself and held Sib accountable for his problematic behavior. I love how much Nubsib loved Gene and I liked watching him baby Gene even though Gene was older.

WinTeam from Until We Meet Again. It's no secret that I adore the depth of their relationship. We didn't see a ton of it in UWMA and I'm super excited for Between Us. But the security and comfort that Win brings Team is something very special and beautiful.

PayuRain from Love in the Air. Surprise, surprise. I love them. I love their dynamic. I love the clear D/s relationship they have. I love that Payu pushes Rain to be a better student. I love that Rain says what he's thinking. I love that they're protective over each other. I love that Payu would do anything for Rain. I just love them.

KinnPorsche from KinnPorsche the Series. Yea no surprise there either. KP's relationship is a hot mess a lot of the time. But Kinn allows himself to be at ease around Porsche. He's comfortable enough to show his true self to Porsche. I love that Porsche didn't really show signs of interest until he got to know the real Kinn. The trot singing, lame-joke-making, easily excitable Kinn. I love that it took Porsche some time to decide he wanted to be with Kinn. I love that it wasn't instant for him. They were very sweet together despite all the issues.

Yeon Woo and Yoo Han from Color Rush S1. I have so much love for these 2. Soulmates is one of my fave tropes and they were soulmates in everyway. The importance they held to each other. The undeniable attraction they felt. The obsession. They needed each other to feel completed. Toxic in some ways but endearing in others.

WinTops from Ingredients the Series. My comfort couple. Roommates + slow burn + friends to lovers = WinTops. They were everything to me. The softest and the sweetest.

SkyJao from Secret Crush On You. They are perfection. Sky is literally the sweetest guy and he went above and beyond to show Jao that he was perfect the way he was. Jao is the best boy and I related to him heavily. I loved everything about them.

KaengPuth from Y-Destiny. My boys were a hot mess, but I enjoyed watching 2 playboys fall in love and turn into cat dads. First and Toru had amazing chemistry and I loved them together. Also I love that they started off as fuck buddies.

CaiReel from Gameboys. These Quarantine boos hold a special place in my heart. I can't explain how much I adore them. They had good communication and openly supported and loved each other. They helped each other through hard times and built a beautiful and strong relationship.

HEY FRIENDS CELEBRATE ME REACHING 2500 FOLLOWERS BY SENDING ME ASKS:

#eboni's 2.5k celebration #gameboys the series #gameboys 2 #gameboys the movie #y-destiny #scoy #secret crush on you #why r u #love in the air #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #ingredients the series #color rush #lovely writer #uwma #between us

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scarletwinterxx · 2 years

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mark lee day - short scenario

hii🥺 it’s been so long i’m not sure what to say... apart from thank you to those who waited and those who showed this blog some love while I was gone🥺😭💛 ngl it’s been a tough couple of weeks hence why i haven’t written anything.

This one is a bit close to home (i do share an almost bday w mark😅) hope you like it even tho it’s a bit late for Mark Lee day.

again. thank u thank u thank u

This is definitely a very different scenario than what you have originally planned.

You were supposed to celebrate your birthday with your favorite human. Seeing as you share an almost birthday, his on the 2nd of August and yours on the 3rd. It’s a tradition you and Mark have had ever since you got together.

It’s also one of the first thing you bonded over, when you were just starting to get to know each other you mentioned your birthdate to him to which he replied with an overly excited tone and huge grin, thinking that maybe it was fate all along.

“Yo wait what? my birthday is on the 2nd” he says with the biggest smile you’ve seen, his cheeks looking so cute

“Yea, I’m born on the 3rd. Guess that makes you older than me?”

And now here you are spending it apart for the first time in 3 years.

You tried your best to cheer up whenever he calls since he’s still in quarantine. But once he hangs up, you’re overcome with this feeling of sadness and longing. Sad because he missed so many thing these past few weeks and knowing your beloved boyfriend well he’s probably beating himself over it.

You didn’t want to add to the list of things he’s worrying about so you try and put on a brave face for him. But in reality you wanted nothing but to curl up by his side and tell him everything’s going to be alright.

It’s been a normal day so far. Instead of having the usual celebration the two of you would have, you spent the day on your own. Not forgetting to send Mark a birthday wish the moment the clock struck twelve and a cake to be delivered later to his place.

Hearing the doorbell ring, you wondered who it might be. You weren’t expecting anyone, you walked towards your door looking at the monitor first before opening it. You see a bunch of flowers held infront of the person’s face.

“Uh hello?”

“Special delivery from Lee Minhyung” you hear the familiar voice of Jeno

Opening the door, you see not only Jeno but also Chenle and Jaemin waiting outside your door. Chenle holding a bunch of balloons while Jaemin has the cake.

“What is this?” you ask the three guys

“Mark hyung asked us to deliver these to you since he can’t, he also said to check up on you but he told us to leave that part out” Chenle explains, making the two older guys look at him questioningly

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it” you chuckle, stepping aside to let the guys in

“We’re not staying for long, just here to greet you an advance happy birthday” Jeno says as he give you the flowers, “Thank you guys, you didn’t have to come all the way here. I know you’re busy”

“No big deal, plus we know today’s kinda a bummer for you and Mark. We just wanted to help”

“Thank you really” after saying your goodbye’s, you take a quick picture of the cake, flowers and balloons. Sending the snapshot to Mark.

Immediately he give you a call.

“You got it?” you hear his voice ask, he still sounds a bit sick but better than the previous days you’ve talked to him.

“Yes, you didn’t have to though. Just get well soon is all I’m asking”

“Baby, I can’t let this day pass without buying you a cake and the flowers” Mark says, already feeling the smile form on your lips “I know, I just... didn’t want to celebrate without you”

“I know, I’m sorry” Mark says

Shaking your head, you smile at him through the screen “No hey, what did we talk about. Don’t apologize okay? No one’s at fault here”

“But-” “No buts, Mark Lee. You’re going to make me sad if you say sorry one more time” finally showing the sadness you’ve been keeping from him

“Thank you,,, for saying it’s not my fault” he mumbles, wishing he was next to instead

“Of course it’s not, no need to thank me for that. Just focus on getting better, okay? That’s all I wish for”

“I am working on that, don’t worry to much about me baby” he can see the smile making its’ way to your face again, instantly making him feel better.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you on our next birthday. And the next one after that and the many more to come” he promises to you, and you know Mark is a man of his words.

“You have a lifetime to do that, don’t worry” you tell him

“That I do know, happy birthday to us. It’s like the universe knew I needed you in my life so they sent you” he says, not missing the lovestruck look in his eyes making you blush instantly

“Remember that time I told you I used to hate celebrating my birthday, but ever since I knew I started to like this day a little bit more” you tell him, “Hey, your birthday is definitely something to celebrate”

“Yea but I like it better because of you”

He shakes his head, looking down on the ground to hide his grin. It’s like you know just what to say to make the butterflies in his stomach flutter or how to make his heart feel like it’s about to stop beating.

“I like you best, my love”

“This is not a competition on who likes who more, Mark Lee. Don’t make me say it again”

“But I like you more” “Na uh, I like you more”

“Okay fine, you like me more but I love you most. Ha can’t beat that” he says, effectively shutting you up.

“I love you too, babe. Happy birthday” you tell him, “I love you, baby. Happy birthday”

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friedfriedchicken · 9 months

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HI ABOUT UR ASK GAME I think u know about fire emblem but honestly not sure who’d you be an expert on 😭😭😭😭 SORRY IF THIS COMES OFF AS RUDE I would like to hear about ur expertise 🧐

AHUAAAGAGGAHAHGGGAAAAAA

THAT'S NOT AT ALL RUDE- LITERALLY ANY RESPONSE TO ASK GAME STUFF MAKES ME SO GIDDY THANK YOU

Okay- expertise time- I got into FE right before quarantine started so I was literally given all the time in the world in my early highschool era so I absorbed Fire Emblem up into my bloodstream and I blame that series for how I write and do world-building now. My homebrew D&D campaign (which will probably never see the light of day 😔) and my Transformers fan continuity were both heavily inspired by Fire Emblem, especially FE16 since it was my first game in the series.

Massive Fire Emblem: Three Houses spoilers below

Actual expertise time whoops: After sitting through my sibling's playthrough of FE16 I realized that I am very mentally ill for the Church of Seiros, specifically the Nabateans. I've tried digging into every nook and cranny to find information on them. I have a bad habit of becoming hyper-focused on stuff at the unholy hours of night and I've once gotten super emotional for the Four Saints during one of those moments. I was studying the Goddess mural that was used in a lot of promotional material and in the background of things and got teary-eyed while examining the dragons in the background. I'm not sure if you're an FE fan too but two of the dragons on the mural had designs that replicated the designs of the Wind Caller and the Immovable, dragons highly implied to be Saint Macuil and Saint Indech respeectively. The only difference being that the dragon that looked like The Immovable had wings in the mural unlike in the game where The Immovable has no visible wings. There are also two other dragons in the far back that seem to represent Saint Cichol and Saint Cethleann. In the game itself, Seteth (Saint Cichol's current alias) and Flayn (Saint Cethleann) state that they can't transform into dragons anymore whereas Saint Seiros (Lady Rhea) does transform at multiple points. I've asked other theorists and looked around for anything about the dragons in FE16 and how their whole thing works but I've come up empty. In earlier Fire Emblem games there are more dragon people who work somewhat differently yet still similarly to the dragon people of FE16 which is a point that helped inspire me to write my fanfic Kindled Flame. After playing other Fire Emblem games then returning back to the one that started my insanity I've been having fun little "woah this is similar to this" brain moments. Also I'm so sorry this response is humongous QwQ I looked at the clock and felt myself melt a little- it's getting into those unholy hours where I become extremely hyper lol

#FriedResponse #Fire Emblem #FE16 #Nabateans #Church of Seiros #Four Saints #Manaketes

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quirklessidiot · 9 months

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i don't know if you still do open this blog, but if you do, hi :) i hope you are doing okay pat. i miss you and your works so much and i just remembered that time in quarantine when i discovered your works, which was the reason why joined tumblr. your works will always bring a nostalgic feeling to me as you helped me through quarantine with your fics. i hope life is treating you well(i am doing fine if you're going to ask) and i hope you are happy with whatever you're up to right now. your works will always have a special place in my heart that's all :) please take care always!

hi kween!😮‍💨 life is treating me well thank u for asking (i hooe ur doing well too!) and i had just opened this account after the release of gojo from the box and the release of the season 2 anime, i may or may not have remembered minazuki and giggled just a little bit with how in line it all seemed to canon so far yay!

i’m happy that my works still spark joy even if a number of them have a miserable end. I wanna go back to writing tbh. i wanna finish the curious case of gojo satoru and reign along with a toji series i had in drafts! I even wanna finish my satosugu fanfic huhu this account gave me sm joy and i do wanna get back but im graduating soon and im preparing for my applications for a small job with on SPED and application for my masters in psychology (im crying i cant believe i completed my thesis and my on the job training with flying colors!) i hope everyone is doing well, i send my love and prayers to each of u🥹

#pat.talks #customer.feedback #AhcK IVE BEEN LURKING

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anonspiceart · 2 months

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Your art got me through quarantine <3 thank you so much for being such a huge inspiration! I love looking at your stuff!!

I'm glad my sillies helped out during The Horrors (tm) !! Thank YOU for sending such a lovely message! ;u;

#anon chatter #putting this in my pocket for rainy days

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strawberryfaced · 3 months

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i don’t know about u but i relate to each and every one of the owl house characters so much. and they make me feel safe on a different level. and it’s not like id ever type a 15 page long essay about it what do you mea

thinking about when Amity stopped herself from watching Luz’s video without her permission despite being immensely worried. thinking about when she confronted Luz and made sure to communicate first and comforted her instead of accusing her of stuff and how Healing it was for me to watch that. thinking of Lumity’s enemies to lovers and how obsessed i was and how completed i felt. this ship meant so much to me no one will ever know. forever the kiss scene the animation the dialogue everything i will cry thinking about it Every Time

thinking about Willow and Gus’s friendship. thinking about them so hard. i personally relate to both Willow and Gus soooo strongly. Willow is me in so many aspects: the therapist friend, kind of underestimated, sort of the mom but also cradled as the child and Gus is just a silly guy as well as the smallest one in the friend group which i highly relate to. strangers tell me and my twin sister apart by me being smaller than her and my friends call me short and small on a daily basis. okay and them together is Crazy. i loved the way they met and Willow’s tactic to calm down ive been using for a few months now whenever i have a really bad day. and it genuinely helps so Fucking much so i will forever owe that to TOH. i think my dream will always be to have friends like the two of them

don’t Even fucking get me started on King and Eda and Hooty and Luz and the actual owl house. my home actually. they mean the absolute most to me out of the whole show. when they reunited in s3 i cried for a good hour. im shedding a tear writing this. oh my fucking god i don’t know what it is about them but their found family thing they have going on is insane. they will honestly forever mean more to me than the hexsquad. no words will explain how much like home they feel to me. on my worst days i imagine being there. oh MY GOSH OH MY GOD AND WHEN EDA SAID “alright, kid. listen to me. im going away, and i don't know if i can bounce back this time. watch over King, remember to feed Hooty. and Luz, thank you for being in my life”. top 10 hardest times i cried. I sobbed so hard my chest hurt.

ok next Hunter. to be honest i was never the biggest fan of him merely because of how over hyped he was by the fandom just because they all had crushes on him but he’s genuinely such a cool guy. he was such fucking good representation and idk but the way we got to watch him form relationships with everyone. it was beautiful. and i heavily relate to him despite him being a sort of grouchy dude and me being an overexcited puppy. he’s got this gifted kid burnout and obsession with validation vibe that is identical to mine and it means a lot to me to see my weirdest most annoying toxic traits seen in him

okay as you can tell im unhealthily attached to this show. these paragraphs are kind of silly but i don’t think anyone will Ever Ever understand no matter how many words i write . i remember starting the show in quarantine and being so obsessed with it and staying in bed all day. i had to hold in my smiles all the time it was exhausting. one time i tried to explain the show to my sister and i cried and couldn’t stop. it’s been a while since it’s ended but i still think about it on a weekly basis.

#the owl house #TOH #forever my soul. forever my love

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golbrocklovely · 1 year

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i don't really have anything else to post so...

here’s more of colby’s tweets from 2020.

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

added bonus: if they have a * next to them, that means it's been deleted

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April 3 - the mind can turn into a dangerous place when you’re left alone .. please take care of yourself

April 7 - guess i don’t even have to try in the mugshot trend

April 8 - can’t help someone who doesn’t wanna help themselves

April 10 - i miss going to the creepy haunted places , as weird as that may sound

April 12 - can quarantine be over soon so i can get more tattoos

the older i get the faster time seems to run away from me

i get stuck in these phases that i can’t seem to escape !

April 13 - scary kids scaring kids

why am i trending #samandcolbyleaked

April 16 - been wearing sweatpants 90% of this quarantine

April 18 - as soon as it’s past midnight my mind automatically turns super deep

April 19 - you’re gunna wish you were never born jake webber

April 22 - i miss having those conversations that make you feel like you’re on another planet .. out of this world

i just want it to be me and you vs the world

@/brycehall: im a baby faced man

@/brycehall: twin tingz

(why didn't he actually retweeted it lol)

April 25 - you know what always makes me happy and never lets me down? chick fil a baby

@/andrearussett: oh yeah well WHAT ABOUT SUNDAYS COLBY

... shhhh

April 26 - sometimes we just take things too far

on way to the hospital

April 30 - im on focused mode right now

May 1 - i overthink everything i do

May 2 - anyone wanna move to madagascar or something and start over

May 3 - having a girlfriend in quarantine would actually be pretty nice

(i FULLY expected this tweet to be deleted lol)

never in my LIFE has anyone called me “coalbi” LMAO

fan: why does colby in blue jeans look so weird

@/tarayummy: petition for colby brock to never wear blue jeans again

thank you all for the kind words 🖤

May 4 - it’s so funny how i beat jake i’m super smash bro’s every. single. time.

@/jakewebber9: how about we settle this on twitch colby? then everyone will know how bad you suck at super smash #pikachurules #kirbysucks

sorry for the late reply, almost didn’t see your tweet i forgot i couldn’t see you in my verified tab

@/jakewebber9: you’re on, tubby

May 5 - throughout my life bands and musical artists i listen to have come and gone … but kurt cobain always seems to stick around

May 7 - i wanna see you try breaking down the walls i’ve built

May 9 - mental health over EVERYTHING

who wanna share a paopu fruit ?

fan: Wtf is that

other fan: It’s a fruit from kingdom hearts. The legend says if you share it with someone, then your destinies become intertwined. You both remain in eachothers lives forever.

forever

May 11 - fan: Corey you always put a smile on my face no matter what I'll forever miss you

i feel sick 💔💔💔

i don’t know what to say. you are the opposite of your saying “under appreciated” and i hope you know that man. i miss you this isn’t sitting well with me at all.. just can’t believe this is actually real. love you Corey. RIP my friend

(this is all so see to all these years later...)

May 13 - it’s so beautiful seeing everyone come together in this time corey lives within all of us now, part of our hearts forever.

May 23 - i don’t get why you keep hiding from me if we’re destined to meet

May 27 - i wish that we can do it again

you guys are the best thing that ever happened to me

May 28 - seeing you hurt hurts me

June 4 - seeing all of my friends come together to support this movement is the best thing

June 7 - fan: keep the stubble

okay

jealous of the people who can shave their head id be so damn ugly

@/andrearussett: what’re the odds u do it

you do it first then i will

who’s feelin goofy today

unicorns > ponies

June 12 - our time together never feels like it’s quite enough

June 13 - the amount of cringey things i’ve posted on the internet

Love For Hire at your service. there’s a new boy band in town

it took me 23 years to grow facial hair

June 16 - it’s been a long time since i’ve dived off a bridge where’s elton at

(oh how times have changed lol)

June 17 - please be kind to one another. we need it right now

some things never change huh

i love my true fans. thank you! i love you so much. i see you. i appreciate you with all my heart. always remember

June 19 - taking a break this week to focus on mental health. see you next friday

June 22 - i’ll never be able to fathom the unconditional love dogs constantly give. it’s such a beautiful part of life

June 23 - missed my flight hi texas

fan: @/colbybrock has truly changed my life and i will love u forever for that.

fans like you are the reason i do what i do

June 27 - fan: does @/colbybrock need anything? water, food, a pillow?

chipotle please

June 30 - you ever feel alone in a big group of people ?

#colby brock #cb tweets #personal #text

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Bee I’m so so sorry to hear abt ur loss. U gave ur kitty such a long and, I’m certain, incredible life. 17 yrs of memories and joy is amazing, and I hope they help you through this hard time 🫶🏻

My lil happy thing is mom’s finally safe to end Covid quarantine so to celebrate she went to get us all breakfast from our local cafe!!!

thank you so much beloved plu <3 i'd like to think we gave her the best life we could! she was a brat cat and i adored her with all my soul.

yay no more covid quarantine! and breakfast from a local cafe is such a perfect treat for being free!!

tell me something good about your day/week/life!

#🪴.ask #pluvi.🪷#pet death tw

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yagamisdiary · 1 year

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yk i kinda find it cool how u were able to write y/n from eldia. i remember u telling us on ur ig that y/n from parasite & y/n from eldia were 2 completely diff people and it was significantly harder for u to write eldia y/n but i think that just shows ur versataility as an author n it's really fcking cool. i'm only 18 but someday i wanna write like u bc it's honestly amaaazing how creative ur ideas for stories could be. esp eldia it felt like a movie n parasite was a rollercoaster too

if u dont mind me asking when did u first start writing stories n stuff? or just start writing in general? <33

aw first off thank u so much for recognizing that <3 bc it honestly is ten times harder for me to write eldia than parasite so compliments are gratefully appreciated!! my goal is really to make that shit feel like a movie, i put so much effort into trying to like… help the reader feel like they’re really there in that scene with the characters if that makes sense lol

as for that last part, i used to love reading as a kid like i was a very quiet kid (hard to believe i know i dont stfu now that i gained confidence) and my head was always stuck in a book because i was OBSESSED with disappearing into a made up world just for a moment

i loved reading sm that i started just making my own stories when i was bored with random characters i made in my head & in school when we had writing assignments i would get so happy because i just loved doing it and the fact that i would get really good scores on them was even better (praise kink origin story)

during covid i was really into AOT and i was stuck in quarantine like straight up holed up in my house for a whole ass year,,

i had alot of time to myself and was DEPRESSED over the ending of the aot manga and i gave myself temporary happiness by watching aot junior high but even that ended and i wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye to aot yet

so i was like i’m gonna write a fanfic about eren cause why not and it’s not like anyone is gonna read it so i can make it however i want

….side eye.

eventually parasite blew up which was ??? scary both good and bad, my life definitely changed from it and i was like hey… i’m kinda really good at this ppl actually like my ability to be delusional 😍

and eldia was born shortly after and it’s honestly both a breeze and a challenge to write but it’s my baby atm and i think about it 24/7

#amara's love mail

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thatbitchsimone · 8 months

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Thank you that’s very sweet, you’re very kind

I just read and observe people and then after some time I eventually pick up on their habits and the way they talk and that’s what I did while learning English

Obviously I knew English because I learnt it in school but I never spoke it and I wasn’t great at communicating in it because where I live we usually speak my mother tongue which is pashto and urdu (I live in pakistan btw)

I’m 20 so before I was 17 when I started learning, that too because I got into this phase where I didn’t like talking to people and just reading and writing and on my phone and the quarantine really helped lol so that made me learn English and eventually get introduced to all the western media

And I because I had been always very close to my family so we watched the same shows and I wasn’t really at all on social media, probably because the lack of knowing English so I felt kind of insecure being on social media if I wasn’t able to understand the stuff on it, so no idea of western celebs or anything like that (I knew the very famous ones like angelina jolie etc because once I saw her face printed on a bag while I was shopping when I was like 12 and I though she was gorgeous anyways I’m rambling!!! Now hahah)

Anyways the point is, sometimes it makes me feel like, social media and real life are two different planets because the stuff on it so flabbergasting and weird (but also it has its many good sides and effects as well like talking to people and that’s great for me cause I love talking to people) but What kind of makes me sad is that it’s not 2 different planets, it’s all the same and the people who are so unkind and crazy on the internet are among us

It’s very weird

loved reading this! thank u so much

i mostly learned english from reading and watching movies etc as well actually but then again i was very young (i was fully fluent by the time i was around 9 i think) and children pick up languages very fast and i live in sweden where american and english media and pop culture is very widespread and part of the culture (probably bc sweden is a western country and america is very dominant in western media in general) so people learn english very well and easily here like swedes are known for it and foreigners often struggle to learn swedish bc the natives all switch to english when they notice u dont speak swedish so lots of foreigners and immigrants have to straight up ask people to talk to them in swedish more so they can learn and practice it lol but i think that goes to show that the best way to learn a language is to watch and read media in that language and observe it in casual conversation rather than just go by how ur taught it in classes etc

i honestly think its a good thing that u didnt partake in social media when u were younger. i think a lot of the people that dont seperate social media from real life are the ones who started using it early so they have almost spent more time in the social media and online world than the actual real world and get less real world interactions than online ones. i think its very unhealthy to not be able to seperate the 2 and just like u said, the online world and the real world are 2 different things and people forget that they are interacting with real living humans thru the screen and thats when it gets toxic and crazy and hostile. people kind of lose their social skills when they only interact with others behind a screen and its very concerning. ive always talked to ppl online the way i would talk face to face and its always weird to me when others dont do the same bc its like would u say these things ur saying online if the person was face to face with u? if u wouldnt then just dont. its cowardly and embarrassing behavior and its just gonna rot ur brain and soul and make u lose touch with reality and how u connect to others on a human level

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pixyys · 1 year

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thou shalt not be sad!

making corny jokes and pick up lines for them

ft. the flags + chuuya + verlaine + adam

notes. romantic/ platonic; possible storm bringer spoilers; huuge thanks to @silverbladexyz for these wonderful pick up lines ♡

art by @/shan_zeze (twt)

LIPPMANN

our little story starts during a time when the flags have the pleasure of gathering together. everyone has been busy with their businesses for quite a while. but they finally get the time to relax and act like normal young men without the burdens and horrors of their line of work.

of course, you are there too! for.. whatever reason you have. no one minds nor questions your presence, so you sit there, simply observing; grinning with a dumbstruck smile at how everyone is happy and enjoying their time.

especially lippmann. you saw his recent movie, the one that blew up on the internet, yeah. he's been flying all over the world for premiers and promotions. even now, he just got back from one of his tours.

"lippmann," you make your way towards the end of the billiard table. "how was europe?"

"europe?" he recovers from his hunched position, the billiard cue still in his hand. "it was quite nice. do you want me to take you when i go on another tour in the future?"

whoa. traveling europe with the lippmann?

"yes please," the response come a bit too eager than you intended. "but won't it be a hassle? was there any quarantine during your latest travel?"

"well, for safety measures-"

"because you can't spell quarantine without U R A Q T."

the room falls silent as those words leave your mouth, save for the ticking of the clock and someone's pool ball falling on the floor.

"ah.. well," lippmann laughs nervously. for a flit moment, burying yourself six feet under sounds like a very tempting escape. but the thought dissipates as the charming actor chuckles, with a very lilting voice and a cute-looking smile that could've made you keel over right there and then.

well, it's lippmann for you.

"i suppose there will still be momentary quarantines since the virus is still around," he continues," after all, you can't spell virus without U and I."

damn.

"oh hell no! not this again!"

something cracks with a horrible crunch, probably chuuya breaking his billiard cue. not sure didn't care. you're too busy gaping at the actor slash mafioso like some dying fish. either way, this dying fish got that world tour free pass! yeah!

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PIANO MAN

looking back, you have no idea how you managed to crawl out from that pit of embarrassment and continue life as usual. maybe your sense of dignity just.. dried out. or you're the kind of person who just rolls with everything. you do you, champ.

your existence and role in the flags is a peculiar one, as peculiar as your personality. a wildcard, if you will. maybe that's why you find yourself helping piano man with those "supernotes" of his.

"say, piano man, do you play the piano?" you ask, mind drifting wistfully as you watch him send away some of his underlings. some others are still waiting for their next order, standing by within the vicinity—you included.

"i don't," he regards your curious question.

"i think you'll be a great pianist."

piano man offers a raise on his brow, "on what ground?" he said.

"i mean, better yet, you can be bae-thoven."

to put it in the most less-heartbreaking sense, his response is both something you definitely expect but nevertheless didn't prepare for. the silence that follows was reminiscent of that time you landed a free tour pass with lippmann, so as the forced laugh that grows from piano man's mouth.

another, painfully awkward silence that comes after it, however; you can't help but reel from it.

"piano man, please, that's the worst possible response," you half-whispered.

"ah, apologies," he simpers, "i suppose.. thank you?"

THAT IS THE WORST POSSIBLE RESPONSE.

the room is dead silent, and it doesn't look like it's because piano man's underlings are too afraid to laugh because of him. no, at this rate, your sense of dignity will really dry out, dissipating out of existence. that is until you saw a glimpse of piano man's subtle smug face.

ah, right. you forgot it was piano man you're up against.

[name]: i showed you my best pickup line pls respond

piano man: no <3

in bitter shame of such pitiful defeat, you toned down your puns ever since. but one time, when you cross paths with your arch nemesis once again, piano man strikes up a conversation.

"about that thing about not being able to play the piano, [name]. i think i'll start learning it."

"oh really?" you turn to him.

but what did he do? he, in turn, closes the distance, leaning his face to your ears, "how about you give me some piano lessons?" he whispers, and you can almost, almost feel his lips lingering on your earlobe.

"we can play all night and make sweet music." you can feel his smile.

you ascended. jaws dropped, eyes popped out, cheeks blushed. you didn't remember if you passed out or dropped dead.

really, it's best to only pick battles you can win.

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ICEMAN

"iceman is it? you seem like a cool guy. i hope we can get along."

iceman knew you're a walking embodiment of a headache the moment you exchange names and shake each other's hands.

he still wonders why he still puts up with your shenanigans. or why he still agreed on helping you do combat practice and friendly spars. all the while trying to not accidentally stab or decapitate you, probably.

he watches you pat down your light bruises, making use of the momentary rest. objectively speaking, you are no weak opponent. sure, he can most likely kill you in your sleep. but at least not without some struggle in your part.

"this place is pretty neat for sparring. like a very comfy practice room," you comment, still holding the shoulder that might have a nasty bruise- or a sprain? he hopes not. iceman wonders if he threw you too hard just now.

"oh! speaking of," you suddenly turn to him, "are you a practice room? because i want you and i hope you're not taken."

mm, no. he really should've thrown you harder.

iceman, once again, questions why he puts up with you. both of you aren't even musicians and you manage to force that line into this context, and for what?

"..iceman?"

he remains passive.

"uh, please laugh?..at least?"

you made it a mental note to not mess with iceman again. poor guy. he still helps you patch up those sparing bruises though, so you should be good👍

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DOC

"sorry, can you help me? i think something's wrong with my eyes."

being sent to the battlefront is tough. guns and fists and knives don't exactly line up with an unscathed body. but you're tougher! and you have your reliable good friend, doc. iceman's training retinue polished you like a coarse diamond grinder, so doc didn't have to do much than patch up minor cuts and scratches.

doc decides to hold back his questions at your remark. instead, choosing to appraise your face- the eye you claim to be 'wrong'. there's a subtle crease on his brow as his hands frame your cheek, trying to observe visible damage on your eye.

of course. even the most skilled doctor wouldn't find anything. your eyes are fine.

"i think, i just can't take them off you." you wink.

doc tilts his head, then blinks.

ha! cute! yet, the silence is starting to get you ptsd from piano man and iceman. you hope it won't be the same case for this doctor man.

he finally nods, as if making up a decision. "does it feel numb? or is it painful?"

"no, i mean-"

"maybe something is wrong with your extraocular muscles. i can open it up and-"

"you know what, don't worry about it," you cut him off, rushing to swat away the current topic. "i think it just healed! that's amazing! i knew you're the best doctor one could ever ask for!"

haha yeah.. better be careful next time. getting your eyes dissected and cut open must not be fun.

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ALBATROSS

you're not saying you have a favorite in the flags, but you're saying you have a favorite in the flags, and that might or might not be albatross. (it's definitely albatross).

he is your true partner in crime, aiding you in your eternal quest to annoy every single living existence (especially chuuya, but don't tell him that). albatross isn't very keen on puns or pickup lines, but he picks up the habit as soon as you start greeting him with those daily doses of corniness.

"morning!" you send the energetic wheelman a lighthearted smile, waving as you pass by the hallways of the headquarters.

"oh, mornin' [name]-"

"do you believe in love at first sight, or should i walk by again?"

by normal standards, a person normally does not start their morning with a badly-placed and badly-formed, relatively corny pickup line. but abiding by normal standards isn't exactly how you roll, and neither does albatross. that moment marked the day the flags must put up with a brand new headache.

"i'm confused… i thought happiness started with an H, but mine seems to start with U."

"life without you is like a broken pencil... totally pointless."

"are you a camera? because every time I look at you, i smile."

"are you a loan? 'cause you've got my interest-"

"alright. i believe that's enough, you two."

it takes piano man a lot to get him to lose his patience, and apparently, you've done abundant. don't worry about chuuya, the little precious bundle of rage is long gone. he knows better than to risk exhausting his voice or accidentally ransacking the whole hideout (lmao).

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ADAM FRANKENSTEIN

you are suffering from success. or winning from failure? these jokes and pickup lines became something of a second nature to your tongue. you can't even remember what you said to this robot- er, supercomputer agent adam frankenstein.

"oh. this is what humans call as puns, also known as paronomasia, a form of wordplay that exploits multiple meanings of a term, or of similar-sounding words, for an intended humorous effect."

"yeah-"

"but yours wasn't funny."

>:0

"w-well," you cough, recovering yourself. "funny isn't the only intention for that pun. it's a punny pick-up line."

adam nods.

"a pick-up line or chat-up line is a conversation opener with the intent of engaging a person for romance or dating. are you trying to woo me?"

"w-wwwhat?"

so, a literal robot just pulled an uno reverse card on you. yet still, that's a good question. are you really trying to woo him?

"i- i thought you'll start making one of those android jokes." you make an unsteady smile.

"my android jokes? of course. they have no slightest intention of expressing romantic expression, so i can make one for you if you wish so."

well. did this tin man just indirectly reject your yet-to-exist confession?

"either way, I am flattered by your attempts. however, i'm afraid that it will be impossible. you are human and i am an autonomous humanoid supercomputer, the first to be used for law enforcement use, adam frankenstein-"

yep. the tin man just directly rejected your yet-to-exist confession. adam just woke up and chose violence. at this point, you're better off going home and curling up in your blanket with some sad love song playlist. you think chuuya winced and made a very pitiful expression for you. but you choose to mark that off as your imagination.

you're here to flex occasional puns and linguistic adeptness. you didn't come here to get yourself absolutely decimated. when life gives you lemons, well, try to not cry too hard..?

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PAUL VERLAINE

for a reason you can't fathom, you somehow end up in verlaine's, chuuya's, and adam's theater of bloodshed.

right here, right now, you're a vanguard on the battlefront. you shouldn't be thinking this. your chest hurts so bad from dodging verlaine's attacks, your limbs are aching from bruises and cuts, your head is spinning with adrenaline, and this french man right here is trying to kill you and kidnap your ginger friend.

but darn, he's fine- you slap yourself.

"you good?" chuuya rasps, struggling to make his step as he flanks your side.

"no, but-" verlaine flings another flying car at you, and muscle memory forces you both to flee from your position, escaping death by a grasp.

well.

this man is merciless, and *cough* attractive. had he not currently trying to throw cars at you, you'd take him to some nice cafe and start serenading him with, uh, sweet words.

huh. might as well.

"damn sir, you have some killer moves!" you roar heartily, uncaring by the way chuuya is eyeing you like an incredulous mother daring her child to do something stupid. "i'd simply die to have you." you wink.

"[NAME], WHAT THE HELL?!"

in that split second, your words seem to catch verlaine in a trance. adam's fancy iron man laser beam almost grazes the french man's shoulder..somehow.

hey, that worked! :D

[name] : chuuya, i think he's french.

chuuya : no shit-

[name] : i think eiffel for him.

chuuya:

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NAKAHARA CHUUYA

this is it. the curtain calls, and it's time to face the final boss. it's time to unleash the ultimate torment to this poor boy.

"woah, don't you look dapper? i always liked your fashion sense. it looks nice on you."

chuuya doesn't immediately answer, opting to silently trace the paved sidewalk you both are treading on. by all means, both of you have no trouble with resources that a personal car, or even a whole limousine won't be impossible. it's just that the moon shines beautifully that night, so you drag your grumpy friend for a breath of fresh air.

"but you know what you'll look better in?" you chuckle, following his steps. "my arms."

nothing. no reaction. no swatting your finger guns, no annoyed and incessant curses. chuuya treats you like a nonexistent ghost, until he halts and simply stares at you with an inexplicable expression.

"chuuya?" you falter, "did- did i go too far?- or did it finally get you? my jokes..?"

oh, it did get him. you got him.

he shifts closer to you, like he finally loses it and is about to choke you to death. but this feels different. there is no malice or raw anger in his movements. they feel.. heavy, tired. wordlessly, he leans his weight on your body, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

his breath is warm against your shoulder; the slight shudder from his long exhale stripped the corny jokes off your tongue.

"oh, chuuya.." you mirror him, putting your arms around him in a reassuring embrace. he is now here, in where you both want him to be: your arms.

some things come, and some things simply go. but some other things just don't change. chuuya is grateful that he can still hear your annoying jokes and lines, and that you are still by his side.

endnotes. man i wish I hadn't hit tumblr's 10 images cap. sorry adam, verlaine, and chuuya </3

(... sorry not sorry chuuya-)

#bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd flags x reader #bsd adam x reader #verlaine x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader

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