#y'know if u wanna even cry harder

[infinitegalahad]

WIFE

Summary: You and Dick, after years of indefinite separation and depression, have finally reunited. Dick can’t wait to start a family with you. You love Dick, but you soon realize that you cannot bear him a son, a daughter, or a child.

Word Count: 10.9k (i’m being generous)

Warnings: Infertility, period typical sexism, Loneliness, based off of a mitski song what did you expect, here comes the angst train *sad choo choo*

Notes: Female reader. and title (literally) taken from Wife By Mitski, which I rec listening too for the extra painful experience. So I’m back from the dead...ish. I wanna apologize for going AWOL for two-three months, guess Iw anted to focus on other works and I feel like x readers are not my strong suit. But that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna write them! I can’t promise anything, but I am planning some stories. Not as long or as painful as this is, of course!

I’m not gonna lie, I cried while writing this. Not only because it’s Mitski, but infertility is something that hit’s close to home for me and my family. Was this story just me projecting my generational trauma into this fic? Never! Anyways, hopefully I won’t go AWOL again, atleast not for that long. It’s really hard to find the motivation to write, but I’ll do it. For you guys ;)

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When Dick Winters had left for the war five years ago, he had made a promise to you the night before he was drafted. You were nineteen and naive, planned for college and he was twenty-seven, a post-graduate and Business Major. Your father was his professor and one of his best students. You would see Dick every Friday Night. As you would pick at the leftover peas on your plate, he would turn to look at your father to talk about something business-related. His eyes, you could never tell if they were a light shade of blue or green, would meet yours. It would be for a brief second. Those brief seconds would make you drop your fork and your cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

You had a small crush on Dick Winter’s.

It took you a few weeks to catch onto his eye color. They were a beautiful mixture of blue and green, reflecting a mint color. The taper candles would always lighten his eyes up. The reason you finally found out this eye color was because each dinner, you’d catch Dick staring at you. You were naturally oblivious to it, keeping your head down as your father talked a business deal. But whenever he mentioned Dick’s name, you would look up, see Dick’s dilated mint pupils looking right into your eyes before he swiftly turned his head to your father, acting like he was listening to every little word he was saying.

Dick had become a family friend. Instead of dinners once a week, he would come by your house more frequently in the summer months. The summer you had met Dick, there was a three-month-long heatwave. From what you understood, Dick had been doing an internship with your father along with extra studies, extracurriculars, and even more. It sounded like a lot for a young man. He was over three times a week, always in your father’s studies or the porch, drinking lemonade as he and your father discussed business. You’d sit on top of the porch, lazily slumped in a chair in your floral dirndl, reading And Both Were Young as you watched Dick Winters, in shorts and a tight white shirt with his strawberry blonde hair a little messy. Every time he spoke, your heart would skip a beat.

“Two jobs?” You cried, skipping ahead of him in your flats that you had slipped on in a rush, the heels hanging out of the back. “And an internship? How do you do it all?”

Dick looked down at your tiner figure, his lips curving into a subtle smile at your question. Whenever he smiled, his cheeks would wrinkle. It was a small detail you caught into about Dick that you adored. “I don’t go to parties a lot. Not worth the time that I’ve got. I work these jobs so I can get through school and support my family.”  

“That’s very admirable, Dick. Not a lot of guys my age would even consider that.” You remarked with a compliment. Dick walked beside you, hands behind your back with a straight back. His gaze lingered in you as he scanned your figure. Now that Dick was around more often, you always made sure to wear your best outfits. You wouldn’t have considered yourself very vain, but with Dick, something had changed. You started wearing the pretty pastel dresses your mother approved off, fine pearls, expensive cologne, and even the short rompers that your mother didn’t approve of. When wearing makeup, you felt like a woman more than a girl, which is what you wanted Dick to see you as.

“Thank you, y/n.” The strawberry blonde politely thanked with a curt nod. The two of you had a little routine now. While your mother would make dinner and your father would smoke a cigar in the back with the dogs, you’d take Dick into your backyard and down a little cobblestone trail to a hidden lake. You liked to go there to read to escape, and Dick needed a small break from working in the burning heat. So it was idle. “Do you have plans now that you’ve graduated?”

“Yes. I’m starting classes at Franklin and Marshall since they’ve allowed women. My mother prefers I stay home and learn how to be a lady instead of reading,” You explained with a sigh. The only woman in a class full for men. Times were changing, and nothing was going to stop you from working. “She cares more about her grandchildren then her daughter’s desires.”

“Well, it is your choice? Not your mother or father’s. As long as you were happy, then they should be happy for you. I think you’ll like it,” Dick kindly reassured, “You’re a very nice young lady, y/n. I’m sure you’ll do great things.”

The two of you arrived at the lake. The sun was setting over the sky as it shined on the lake. There was an orange and pink hue in the sky. Dick and you stood besides each other. The strawberry blonde shut his eyes and let out a long sigh, feeling a small breeze in the night. The air got colder in the nights, which felt like a refreshing treat after a long day of work and unbearable heat. The sun made his strawberry blonde hair and skin glow like he was some kind of god.

You admired Dick as he stood there, biting your lip and hands playing with the belt fabric on your skirt.

“Dick?” You managed to choke, your voice cracking.

He opened one eye and looked at you, worried. “Is everything okay, y/n?”

“Can you please kiss me?”

Dick looked bewildered. It took him a second to process the question. His expression was that of a high school student stumped on an equation in math class. He hadn’t been outside much, maybe the heat was getting to him. “I don’t think I heard that correctly.”

“Can you please kiss me?” You reiterated, biting your lip in vexation. “I haven’t met a man like you, Dick. None of the boys my mother is setting me up with are like. They aren’t as intelligent, hardworking, cordial. When I tell these boys I want to read and live my life, they put me down-call me insane and ill. But you don’t do those things. You just stand there and listen to me. I may not make sense since I am probably just some young immature girl who knows nothing about being a proper lady. You even give me kind words of advice. No other boy would do that. Only a man would do such a thing.” You vented, letting your words spill out like vomit.

Dick wasn’t reacting at all. At Least it wasn’t obvious. He turned his figure towards you, eyes glued as his lips puckered against each other’s. He seemed taken aback by your honesty since you were someone who was reserved, only speaking when necessary. That didn’t mean adding your opinion to one of your father’s at dinner. Dick wasn’t obvious to your “rebellious” nature. Your mother would always scold you for interrupting the men. Your father didn’t mind your info if, and so didn’t Dick. He was interested in your perspective, and would always ask for further intake since it was the gentlemen thing to do.

You looked at him and shook your head, turning to walk back. “Forget it,” You sighed as you walked past him, your shoulder brushing against his. Dick got a smell of your perfume, a lavender and vanilla, it was definitely expensive. He liked y/n’s armora, especially after a long day of being in a stuffy room full of whiskey and burning cigars. “You probably think I’m just a mad woman-“

Dick thought about his decision for a second. He had to think thinkly. When he made up his mind, he sped walk towards you. “Wait,” He called. He saw you turn around with your silky (y/h/c) (y/h/t) spring right behind you. He scrunched up a fist feeling a lump grow in his throat as he looked a few slow steps towards you.

“You’re not a mad woman. I think you’re wonderful to be around. I always enjoy our conversations and our midnight walks,” Dick commented. He was at a loss of words for the kiss. When you had asked, you sounded like you were begging, but hid it.

It took him a while to realize that the two’s of you had a fair amount in common. You both were soft spoken souls, friendly but quiet. You distanced yourself from large crowds and were usually confident in each other since you both had a trust. You know how eachother worked like nobody else did-a small, intimate detail that only the two of you would watch into.

“You’re also growing into a beautiful young woman each day. Being a lady doesn’t mean being all prim and proper, it means being mature, kind, and respectful to others. That’s what you are.” Dick was only a few steps away. You listened to every word he said, your hands restraining themselves from touching his chest. He could once again smell the cologne and see the moonlight shine on your eyes and hair-the gloss you wore sparkled as well.

“But I couldn’t kiss you. You’re father wouldn’t approve of it.”

You couldn’t hold yourself back. Your hands met his chest. You were so caught up in the heat of it that you didn’t realize that your hands rested on Dick’s Ivory collared shirt. Dick, however, didn’t protest at all.

You gently scrunched the fabric, “He’s not here. Just one. Before my mom tries to marry me off. Just one kiss and I won’t ask for anything else of you, Dick.”

Dick put his bigger hands onto yours as his thumb finessed the small part of your soft, [y/s/c] skin in between your index and thumb. “I…”

You gave him those eyes. They were begging. One kiss from a real man and you would be content.

Dick let out a defeated sigh, “...will. Just one. For you.”

So he did. In the moonlight, Dick Winters held you close and became your first kiss. Your lips were like a sweet treat. It felt miraculous after a long day of work. It was meant to be quick, but he was obsessed with your cushion lips and sweet lip gloss. His hands firmly rested on your lower back as his fingers scrunched with the material. It wasn’t his first kiss, but it was yours, so he made sure to be gentle with you, even though he struggled. The whiff of your perfume, your shirt showing off your abdomen, the silliness of your hair. It was hard just for it to be one kiss.

Dick walked to you, your arm slung in the hole of his elbow. The two of you didn’t speak any words once you arrived back for dinner. It was a typical dinner. Your mother always made Salmon, rice, and peas on Saturdays, which occurred to be Dick’s favourite meal. Your mother raved about boys who could “tame” you, your father spoke of a new business deal in the news, you picked at the leftover peas, and Dick looked at your father with his weary king eyes, attempting to look interested in the conversation.

What kept him away in the dinner as your bare ankle, brushing against his trousers. It was a little bit distracting. Thank god he was a good pretender. It felt so wrong to be doing this, yet so right. You were unlike a lot of women Dick had met. You always caught his attention, watching you each day as you grow into a young, educated woman.

To tame your foot, Dick wrapped his ankle around yours, tenderly holding it down until the meal was over. After dinner was over, Dick wished your family a goodnight.. He gave your mother who adored him a kiss on the cheek, your father a firm handshake,  and you apart on the shoulder. His fingers struggled on your bare shoulder for what seemed like forever, brushing against the edge of your neck.

And with that, Dick was gone into the night. You headed to bed and changed, not washing your lips. You had a smile on your face as you twisted and turned. It was a one time occurance, but it felt like your fantasy had come to life.

But before you knew it, it would all be over. Dick would be back on Tuesday, and the two of you would act like nothing had ever happened.

But what Dick and you didn’t know is that it wouldn't be the first time of hushed kisses, lingering fingers, and limbs grazing passionately against each other.

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The US had entered the war overseas. Most of the boys in your class were putting a pause on their lives to go fight in Africa, The Pacific, or Europe. Anybody who was over the age of eighteen was required to draft, so town was a shit show of crying mothers, lanky boys who could possibly never come home, and military trucks. You wanted to apply to be a combat nurse, but you weren’t of the age requirement.

Dick was going to war.

Ever since the night at the lake, you and Dick kept a closted relationship. He still came over in the Summers. Some days you wouldn’t even see him. But the small moments you had together, whether that be watching the twinkling stars on your walk on the lake hand in hand or cuddled reading books on a rainy day in your isolated greenhouse porch, mattered so much. If you had a bad day, he'd sit there and listen. He wouldn’t judge or give any advice. You didn’t know if he understood your struggles, but it made you happy to know that someone would sit there and listen. For comfort, he would take the book out of your hands and bookmark it, slide off your dangling flats, and pull you into his chest.

Dick’s language of romance wasn’t grand or romantic. Although reticent, his tranquil actions were nothing but idyllic. It was the little things that counted, whether it was fresh perennial’s picked from the field or even a hug. Your relationship didn’t have to be based on gifts and what others thought of you. It was the little things that counted.

The night before he was drafted, Dick invited your family over to his farm. It was at the edge of town and down a long dirt road, leading to a little white house and large red barn. It was picturesque, a cornfield and trees for miles on end. There was no constant chatter, horns blaring, or pressure-it was just quiet.

When your parents and Dick’s parents were distracted in conversation, Dick requested to take a walk with you. As much as you enjoyed talking to the bubbly Anne, you needed a small escape. You followed Dick to the back of his tiny kitchen. Being the gentleman he was, he held the door open and let you walk ahead of him. The only noise that could be heard were the chirps of crickets and the wind gently blowing. You held a hand down on a dress your mother forced you to wear. It was a Jade summer frock, but Dick had complimented you. So it made the frock somewhat bearable.

The two of you walked in his backyard. You had no clue where he was leading you. You turned to Dick to ask. He didn’t respond with words. His fingers edged on your as you unruled your fingers, letting his hand sink into yours. His hands were worked, and you felt awful so you gently caressed the upper skin with your thumb.

“Where are we going?” You questioned as you looked left and right, clinging onto the shawl that hung from your shoulders.

Dick looked down at you. He had a subtle smile on his lips as he looked down at you. All of the anxiety he had felt about being drafted, work, and the war faded away when he looked at you. Dick didn’t need to kiss you to know that you loved him; he could tell from the gentle look of your stunning (y/e/c) eyes. He watched you look into the never ending field ahead of you, the wind blowing loose strands of your updo. You wore a little bit of makeup. It was always subtle. He knew you hated wearing makeup and did you want to do it to look “presentable”. Dick didn’t care what you looked like, whether it be in overalls or a dress, he was infatuated with you.

He should have known from day one that y/n, the mischievous daughter of his Economics professor, had been yearning for him. He attempted to get lost in the papers and speeches of your father in his regal office with the shades closed and the whiff of smoke, earth paper, and Whiskey. Even when he was trapped in the office, you were still on his mind with your elegant perfume and book in hand.

“Here.” He announced, overlooking the cornfield. The colossal, green plants waved in the wind, in front of a hazy smoky dull sunset. You didn’t respond and simply looked into the sunset, slowly watching the shining sun set into the ground. “The cornfields, they remind me of you.”

A smirk curved on your gloss lips as you squeezed his bigger, worked hand with your tinier one. “Is that so?”

“They're wild. No matter the season, they are always growing. They're not the easiest plant to manage, there...unruly.” Dick explained, still a gentle smile on his tringale face.

“Are you comparing me to a bunch of crops?” You teased as your head landed on his shoulder. “Not a lot of women find that very romantic.”

Dick leaned his head on top of yours as he, your thighs brushing against each other.

“I’m going to miss you a lot,” You broke the silence.

Dick didn’t move and had an eerie stoic expression. He tightened his grip on your hand before looking down to let out a soft sigh.

The sun didn’t shine anymore, the corn had stopped moving in the wind, and the stars didn’t sprinkle. You felt your stomach drop as goose bumps appeared on your exposed arms and legs. You froze and looked down at the grass, seeing your feet nestled right next to Dick’s.

The possibility that this could be the last time you saw Dick, held him, read with him, and kissed him haunted you. As a child, you had made it official that love was off the table. But when the giant gentle with red hair and mint eyes waltzed into your kitchen on that fateful night, your world had been turned upside down. Trying to be logical, you could live if Dick died. He was far too old to marry you, and most likely showed no interest. You could've been just a pretty face for him to silently hold before acting like you never shared tender moments in the moonlight. If he died, you would move on, marry someone your mother chose out for you, and start a mundane life of cooking, folding laundry, and having children.

But emotionally, if Dick didn’t come back to Lancaster, something would be missing from your life. Something important.

“I can’t promise anything. You know that, sweetheart.” Dick cautioned you, whispering into your hair. At Least he was being honest-better than sugar coating a sensitive subject. He tried to make you look at him, but you refused. You were being stubborn, pushing away the emotions and trying to think logically. But in all honesty, it was catching up to you know. Tears stung at your eyes as your mouth quivered.

“I know, you don’t have to tell me, ” You sniffled, “I’m not an idiot. I prefer it if you be straightforward with me.” Dick looked at you with his thin eyebrows knit together and narrowed eyes. After sharing such a kind moment, he most likely wouldn't wanna break news that would tear your heart to pieces.

You preferred if he’d just spit out the words and get it over with. Make it easier for both of you to handle.

He moved on his hands to your cheek to wipe the incoming tears, but you refused. You turned your head and swiped the tears with your shaky palm, red lipstick and mascara staining your skin.

You scoffed in frustration, “Just say you want me to break up with me. It’s for the better. I’ll go to school, you go to war. We act like nothing ever happened. For the greater good. It was fun while it lasted..But I...nevermind.” You looked down at the ground, refusing to look at Dick. One glance and the next thing you would know, tears would be streaming down your face as you ran into the night.

Dick turned and followed after you as your footsteps increased with a few mumbled sniffles. “That’s not what I wanted to say-”

A pained sob escaped your mouth as you walked forward, a red face with tears streaming down your cheek. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. Please, for the better of us. It’s better to use your mind over your heart and not worry about some young, naive girl who had a crush on her father’s best student!”

“Y/n...”

You continued to walk forward and ignore Dick’s pleas, but your stomping slowed down.

“Y/n...”

Dick was creeping up behind your. Your speed walking slowly turned into slow, sluggish steps. Tears streamed down your face as your hands slung at your sides. Dick was now right behind you, watching you as you sniffled. You slowly turned your head to look at him with mascara running down your face.

“Oh, Sweetheart..” Dick softly sighed. Your whole body turned around as you fell into his arms, letting out a loud sob. Small sniffles turned into wails as you cried into his chest, staining the ivory collared shirt. He stroked your hair as he ran reassuring circles on your back. He wanted you to get all of those pestering emotions out. After a few minutes of sobbing and Dick comfortingly holding you close, he broke the silence.

“That’s not why I brought you here,” Dick cooed into your hair as he traced mindless figures into your lower back.

You looked up with your big (e/y/c) orbs, letting out a little sniffle. He had a soft smile on his face as he wiped a stray hair from your face, slowly tucking it behind your hair. “Then...why did you bring me here..?”

“This cornfield holds a special place in my heart. I come here a lot. It’s peaceful, but lonely.” Dick explained as he grabbed your hand, holding your tiny one in his own. He looked down at you, “After working with your father, I’d come home and run here. I’d stop midway to look at the wind and the way it moved the corn. It was so relaxing, so that’s why I brought you here.”

“To not feel lonely?”

“Yes. I felt alone, until I met you.” He admired, “I was surrounded by people, but I still felt alone. But when I spent time with you, I didn’t feel alone at all. It was a highlight to see you, even if it was sitting across from each other at a table or seeing you, laying on the porch. I looked at you and I got happy.”

“Dick, I…” You were speechless. His words wanted your heart, but his message baffled you. “Appreciate your kindness, but what do you mean?”

The gentle strawberry blonde held your hand. He didn’t hold it tight, but used both his hands to hold them up. He slowly backed up and lowered himself on one knee. From the books you had read, you knew what this way. Initiatively, you would’ve said no and ran away. But Dick had courted you with his gentle hold, reassuring words, and sheer presence.

“I couldn’t keep it any longer. I know there’s a chance that this will be the last time you see me for a while or at all. I said I couldn’t promise anything, but I..can’t hide it. I love you, y/n. I don’t care if you want to start school and make your own money, I don’t care if you wear pants, I don’t care what you do. I care about your happiness. I want you to live a long and happy life. You’re the most beautiful and intelligent woman I have ever met. I understand you’re young, and you can turn this down if it’s too much. Dick announced as he pulled a velvet box from the back of his pants, he opened the box to reveal a golden Celtic band. You put a hand on your mouth in joyous disabelif. “I want to be with you, but only if you want to be with me. You’d never be alone...Will you marry me, y/n?”

“Dick, this is…” You chuckled in disbelief. One minute you were crying, now you were laughing. Dick in one hand held a beautiful ring, and the other hand your delicate hand. “Wonderful. But my parents...they…”

“I talked to your father. He said pick out a white dress you want.” Dick replied. “You’re mother cried. I thought she was upset, but she was beyond happy. She told me she knew you had an eye on me since I started coming over for dinner. They approved...but if you don’t want this, I understand. I just couldn’t hold it in, even if I don’t come ba-“

“Yes, Yes, yes, yes, yes…” Your words started low, but then turned to loud cheers. You squealed, nodding enthusiastically. “I will, Dick. I’ll marry you. I don’t care. If something does happen, I'll be happy knowing that I’m yours. Even if you don’t…” the three lettered words struggled to come out your mouth. It was such a rough word. Unable to bring yourself to say it, you chose to leave your pessimistic side for something more optimistic. “I won’t be alone, even if you’re in Europe, The Pacific, wherever. I’ll just know you’re here, in my heart and dreams.”

It turned out that this whole dinner was a setup by your family and the Winters. It just had to be Anne Winters that she found about your relationship with Winters. Being sixteen and sassy, she casually shrugged it off and stated that “Dick was a horrible liar”. It should have been obvious with Dick’s favourite meal, the fact that you were placed right next to time, Anne’s teasing, and your mother pestering for you to look presentable. It all made sense now.

But there was one ball in the air-the ceremony. Dick would be leaving for Toccoa the next day, the afternoon. Your parents wanted a big ceremony for the morning. The Winters didn’t care-they just wanted the two of you to be happy considering that Dick was going to be away for a long time or forever.

You and Dick had to come to an agreement. You announced at the end of dessert that you would wait to be married until Dick came back from the war.

Obviously, this caused a bit of uproar. But with Dick leaving tomorrow, they chose not to make a big deal of it. As long as you and Dick were happy, your families could be nothing but be happy for you. Even if it was a short amount of time.

After the storm that settled, you and Dick had left his house. You hopped in his truck and drove to the local chapel Dick had attended with his family every Sunday. In the middle of the night, the two of you eloped. He made sure to pull over and pick out a group of Perennials, all kinds of your favorites. You even stuffed some into your messy updo which had turned into a half updo.

After your quiet ceremony, the two of you drove back to your estate. There, the two of you spent your first, and poetically final, night together in your childhood bedroom; making love, cuddling, and cherishing every moment you shared with each other.

The variety of perennials’s Dick had picked out were placed into a blue and white ginger jar. It was meant to be a memory of Dick. He wouldn’t be there psychically, but spiritually, he would be right there.

Dick was surprised to learn that you weren’t a virgin. He was raised a Mennonite, waiting for marriage. You, being a curious young woman, had experimented. It was once, and an unpleasant experience. Before, you had felt indifferent about sex. It was something that women were meant to desire. You were told to be a virgin and wait for a man to take control of you. Hating those words, you chose to do the opposite. Nobody knew of your little secret, besides Dick-your husband.

Dick was nothing like the boy you had lost your virginity to. Unlike that boy, he was a man. Not because he was masculine and tough, but because he treated you like his equal. He never treated you any differently from your father. Dick had morals and integrity, he was compassionate, quiet but polite, open-minded, and used his brain and heart. That was what you defined a real man as.

Dick treated you like you were made of glass. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect for you. He didn’t care about his feelings, he only cared about yours. He wanted to make sure that you were enjoying yourself. You aided him in some areas, but the two of you were on a ride after a rocky start. Dick always asked how you were doing, if you wanted him to stop, go slower, or if you needed to break. He left sloppy kisses all over your body and had his hands wrapped around you like a young child with a bear. Dick didn’t let go of you once.

That night, the two of you held each other close as you chatted for hours on end. That was what you had looked forward to, not the sex. Sex was still a big piece in your marriage, but it wasn’t the most important. You looked forward to the long and mindless conversations the two of you had. Dick held you in his warm arms, toned and muscles from the workout’s he did year round. He would hold you close to his body as the two of you discussed life after the war.

It didn’t matter what the future held. If Dick was gone for one year, ten years, or forever. What mattered was the two of you had each other in your little moment of peace before all hell would break loose.

You and Dick had chatted the whole night away. The next thing you knew, you would go from the bedroom to the train station. It was a moment you dreaded, but it had to be done. Dick once again had a stoic expression. He kissed his mother, your mother, and sister, shook his father's and your father’s hand, and gave you a long sweet kiss on the lips. Dick struggled to pull away, but he knew it was for the best. Before climbing onto the train, he promised to write to you at every opportunity he got and tell you about Europe, the war, and anything he desired to tell you.

The next thing you knew, you were alone again.

When you arrived home, you kicked off your shoes and walked up the stairs. Your mother asked if you were okay, to which you silently nodded your head. Your father had noticed your unusual silence. He had offered to take you shopping, thinking that money would make you happy. All you did was politely decline and retreat to your bedroom.

Your room was stuck in time. The sheets were all over the floor and Dick’s tall figure that had been imprinted on the left side of your bed. The dress your mother forced you to wear laid on the floor, along with your flats and pearls.

The sun shined through the curtains as you crawled onto the side where Dick had laid. You closed your eyes and sunk into his pillow, holding onto the disappearing scent of your husband.

On Top of the books, you had been reading were the perennials; lavender, daylilies, and stonecrops. You looked up from the pillow, your nose buried into the pillow and a blanket loosely covering your legs.

Suddenly, you didn’t feel that so alone anymore.

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One year turned into two, two turned into three, and three turned into four. You kept the calendar’s from over the years in your room, neatly stored under your bed. You found it funny how time flew by. You could remember the first day of walking in your classroom and the day you walked off the podium with your diploma. The pretty perennials that Dick had given you from what seemed like a decade ago had died. They were withered and derived of the bright colors they once had, hanging on the side of the blue and white ginger jar. The perennials reminded you of yourself. Once you had been a fiery young girl, and now you were an exhausted graduate student who was bound to become a widow.

Around the time you had found work at Lancaster, BBC announced that the war was over in Europe. That should have phased you and made you jump up with glee, but in all reality, it didn’t. The optimistic side you once had was long gone, turning into a pessimistic bitterness. The war was over in Europe, but not in The Pacific. Dick still wouldn’t be coming home, and you learned to accept that.

Sure, he had sent you letters in the beginning. Lots of them. He would talk about his adventures in training, his dreadful drill sergeant, his friend who was a “one of those city folk”, and so many more things. He expressed his boyish pride in being a patriot for his country. His little letters used to make your day. But as the leaves fell from the trees and the years passed, his letters would slow down. The last one you had received in January, written in December. It was short and sweet. The letter rested  in your drawer. As the days passed on, a small part of you broke. You had been married for five years, yet you felt like you weren’t even married. No Dick kissing you, holding you in your arms, or comforting you in your darkest moments.

When the flowers had slowly withered, so did your hope.

But that all changed on a warm September day. Your mother had called you from your room, not specifying what was awaiting for you at the door. You grumbled and got up, taking off your glasses as you walked down the stairs, expecting to see another colleague trying to woo you.

You didn’t expect to see a tall man with a soft smile, strawberry hair, and a neat military uniform. Your husband-Dick Winters.

It was like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. You dropped everything, running right into his arms. You buried your face in his chest as he pulled you in close, his worked hands resting on your lower back and hair. He smelt amazing, and his uniform was soft. You missed his tender touch and soft words. It had been forever since you had seen him. In that moment, nothing mattered. No words needed to be spoken. In all honesty, you never wanted or needed pity from others. You just wanted someone-Dick-to be close. You thought of yourself as a coward, but all you wanted to feel was alright.

“Sweetheart, I missed you. I’m so sorry,” He apologized, stroking your embrace. His voice was stoic, as usual. It really was Dick. He was home and in your arms, at last.

“Don’t. Just stay. Please.” You softly cooed into his chest. No, you couldn’t let go now.

Dick let out a soft chuckle and stayed in the embrace. War was a strange beast. It stripped families of their children and caused mass discussion. Dick thought he wouldn’t come home and see his wife who had married the night before he was drafted. As the years had gone by, Dick began to regret his choice. What if he had left you a widow?

But that was the past. It was gone-nothing to waste tears on. In your extended embrace, the future didn’t matter, it wasn’t worth stressing. Dick and you lived in the present moment and made it beautiful.

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Nothing had changed after Dick had come home. Life was still the same, except you weren’t as alone. Dick was still his stoic self. He was a doting husband. You expected him to struggle when he returned to civilian life. He wasn't used to homemade dinners and a bed much-the flashes of exploding limbs and artillery flashing through his eyes. Both you and Dick were independent. It wasn’t a bad thing. You could spend hours reading as he did a puzzle in another. On some days, the two of you would do activities together. You’d lay your head in his lap as he’d did his puzzle. On other days, Dick would be needier. Originally, he wasn’t vocal about it. It took you a while to catch onto it. He held your hand more in public, pulled you closer as you slept, and whenever he was in a mood-he’d come right to you and just give you a look. You knew the look all too well-and knew how to cure it. Dick would wrap his arms as you snuggled into his chest and talk about anything your minds came to. Sometimes you’d talk, but other times the two of you would close yours and fall asleep. Dick wouldn’t have any nightmares if held you close for comfort.

Without you, Dick didn’t know what he would do. How he could return to the simplicity of life.

Somehow, he returned. And every day he made sure to thank you for making him feel like a human and not a machine-whether that be through a gentle peck, a cuddle, or even a literal “thank you”. He loved you more than anything in the world.

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Shortly after Dick returned, the two of you moved out to New Jersey. His “city-boy” friend (his name was Lewis Nixon, but Dick called him Lew) had offered him a job at his parent’s nutrition company. So off the two of you drove from Lancaster to the suburbs of Haddonfield. Haddonfield and Lancester were virtually the same; small country bumpkin towns isolated from the big cities.

You and Dick had bought your first house (which was given by Nixon was a “late honeymoon gift). It was a small colonial house in a tiny suburb, pristine white with red doors. The decorations in the house were limited, a few photos of your and his family with elegant furniture gifted from your parents. It was a little big for your liking. It was a nice gift, but in Nixon’s words, it was for the “incoming armada of redheads”.

Babies. Children. Of your kin.

Dick had mentioned having children. When he was still adjusting, he’d hold you close as he talked about his plans for the future. Buy a farm in Pennsylvania, build his own business, and start a family of his own. He had told you that anywhere you would go, he would go. Anything you wanted, he wanted. He was about thirty two and you were close to turning twenty-five. It was expected at your age to have young children, but with no husband around and a job, it was difficult to settle down. You would gulp and smile, looking down as you held his hand.

Dick didn’t want to pressure you. He knew that were siginactiatly younger. Times were changing, you had a job and life of your own. He never wanted to interfere with it. When you would get insecure about not being the “ideal wife”, he’d reassure you that you were his wife and didn’t have to do anything you didn’t want. Dick wasn’t a man who put fear into others to get what he wanted. He was a patient and gentle soul.

You had tried a few times here and there. As much as you tried to enjoy something that was pleasurable, it was painful. You hid it from Dick, but Dick wasn’t an idiot. Dick wanted you to enjoy it. You could his mint eyes, hungry yet soft, as he laid on top of you, both of your hands restricted as you did the deed.

You weren’t making any noises, looking to the side. Something was wrong, you knew it. But you couldn’t break it to Dick. How would he react?

Dick catched onto his. He pulled himself together and pulled out. You looked at him and gave him a stubble style as he scooted closer to you, his breath heavy and gelled hair a mess.

“Hey,” You smiled awkwardly, clenching at the sheets.

Dick looked at you, a smile curving as his lips as his hand caressed your cheek. “How is my wife doing?”

It was a private nickname. He called you it after the war, especially when he was feeling vulnerable. Sometimes it was “my little wife”, which could be sweet or driven by lust. The little nickname made your heart skip a beat. You were proud to be his.

“Good. I’m tired,” You yawned as you held his hand close, playing with his big fingers.

Dick looked at your face as he admired your natural beauty, a pearly smile, your hair loose on the pillow, and your figure covered by a thin sheet. His hand moved from your cheek, your nape, and eventually your stomach. He drew slow, soft circles around your tummy.

“My little wife with our baby,” Dick remarked, his fingers dancing across your bare skin. Any girl would’ve fallen head over heels if a man had said that. You should have been happy, you wanted a family.

But how could you tell him?

There was a long silence between the two of you. All you did was look into his mint orbs, stroking his hair out of his face.

“I hope he, or she, looks like you. So they get their mother’s beauty.” Dick looked down at your stomach and planted a kiss.

You gulped, thinking of a response. A pretty white lie. “And there’s dad’s redhead and kindness. If you’re a little guy, I’ll tell you that it’s hard to find a man like your day.”

“And it’s hard to find a woman like your mother. She’s a firecracker,” Dick jabbed as he playfully ruffled his hair.

“Dick…” Your words were low as you held back a sob. You plastered a smile, it hurt to lie. “We don’t even know if it’s a boy or girl. I don’t even know if I have a baby there…”

“Well…” Dick laid his head on your stomach, gently finessing the skin under your breast. “If It was a girl, what would her name be?”

You hated the feeling-naming a baby that wasn’t in your stomach. Dick believed that you were pregnant, or at least he believed you were. In response, you bit your lips-looking like you were deep in thought.

“Margaret,” You announced, “Molly for short. After my grandmother, in her memory.”

Dick tilted his head up and nodded, “For your grandma,” He planted another kiss and rested his head once again, “A boy?”

“Lewis? You like that fellow a lot.”

Dick shook his head, “No. I can’t look at him and our child the same way.”

You let out a chuckle before shaking your head. An image of a little baby flashed between your eyes. Mint eyes, dimples, and soft red hair. You wished it would occur.

“I can’t think of a name. You?”

Dick was silent for a minute as he laid on your stomach, your fingers entangled in his locks.

“Thomas. His name could be Thomas,” Dick proposed.

“Why is that?” You questioned.

Dick let out a sigh before crawling up to you, pulling you into his arms,“He was a C.O, to replace Sobel. I didn’t know him for long since his plane was hit. He’s listed as missing in action...but,” He froze on the words, unable to say it. You looked up at him Dick, who looked to the side with guilt tugging at his heart. You planted a kiss on his chin.

“He was twenty-two years old, just married. He sent a letter out to his wife to tell her that he was coming home. She still believes he’s out there, lost in some forest, finding his way home..” Dick looked down at you. Just like Meehan, he had been freshly married, sending out a letter. While Dick had kept his short and sweet (he didn’t want to promise anything), Meehan was too big for his britches. He didn’t show his fear, confidence in the face of adversity.

“Okay, Thomas it is. I like that name” You expressed.

Dick saw your face glow up, and so did his. He smiled, nodding along. “Thomas and Margaret,” He looked at your stomach once more, running his hand across your flat stomach. “I like that too.”

You nuzzled into his chest as he planted little kisses on the nape of your neck, holding you close for warmth. The two of you remained there, the only noise being your breathing.

Pulling your head back, Dick moved his hands down to your lower back to pull you up, closer to his face. “Y/n?”

“Yes, Dick?” You looked into his mint eyes, the candle in the room glittering in his orbs.

Dick held your cheek as he admired your face, “I love you, my little wife.”

You looked down before looking at your husband, moving slowly up to his face.

“And I love you two, my big husband.”

Maybe time stopped when Dick’s lips had met yours, but the flutter only intensified. Your heart pounded in your chest as your knees went numb. You could only focus on how soft Dick felt against your mouth, how addictively he invaded all of your senses.

It wasn’t clear if you had dreamed this all, but the raw emotion in the way Dick’s fingers curled against yours. Dick kept his eyes open, sneaking a guilt peak every time you took a breath for air, just to make sure you weren’t a product of his imagination.

You weren’t sure if nature rooted for this moment, but it distracted you from everything. You just laid there with Dick, draped each other's arms as you sloppily kissed. Dick pulled you in once again, gently placing his lips onto yours until your knees had once again gone numb, overpowered by his. His other hand rested on your stomach as he murmured Margaret and Thomas, talking about how excellent of a mother you would be to your babies.

By the time you became aware of this, you froze, letting Dick kiss your body. You looked at the ceiling, hands in his hair as he decorated your skin.

It was like a car had run into you, throwing you down to the side-a rude awakening. As much as you denied it, it was creeping up on you.

There was no Thomas. There was no Magaret. There was never going to be a Thomas or Margaret.

Your stomach was flat, nothing moved. There was no life in your stomach ever. No matter how many times you tried, wished, prayed, there was only one conclusion.

There would never be a son or a daughter in your stomach-ever.

From that point on, life was slow. You woke up, gave Dick a kiss goodbye, worked from home, cooked dinner, read with Dick, fell asleep at an ungodly hour, and repeated the mundae routine everyday. With Dick being a general manager, he would work late hours. At some points, the only time you would see him is late at night when he’d crawl into bed giving you a kiss or early in the morning. Still, in his weary and stressed state, he’d always kiss your stomach every night and morning.

With your irregular cycles, constant negative tests, and pelvic pain becoming more evident in your marriage, you decided it was best to see your Doctor. As much as you didn’t want to know the possibility of what could be wrong, at least you would have an idea of what it was and how to make it better.

It turned out you couldn’t make your problem better. The doctor had a sympathetic look in your eyes as he listed off possibilities. You just sat there and looked at your stomach; your cold hands pressing against your stomach.

You were infertile.

There was never a Margaret growing in your stomach, nor was there a Thomas. There was nothing in your stomach.

How the hell were you going to tell your doting husband this?

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It was another Friday night in September. The leaves fell from the trees, the radio softly played in the back, it was peaceful in your little white house. Dick still hadn’t come home yet. You attempted to act like everything was normal as you put on a nice dress, pearls, and a fake pearly smile. It was all fine.

Nothing was fine.

You stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down into the haunting abyss. This feeling of dread and tightness became background noise as if it were traffic on an unseen road. There were times where you could handle it, and times where you could not. This was a day where you couldn’t handle it. Each day passed, and the more you repressed it-it hurt. It hurt even more than it was supposed to.

You were faced with a dead-end, a terrifying one, with thoughts of temptation and contemplation. You felt even lost in your own home and marriage, feeling helpless and scared. This wasn’t supposed to happen. In the partial society you lived in, a woman’s identity revolved around the ability to convenience. As a girl, you laughed it off, saying you’d do what you’d please. But you were no longer a fiery girl, but a broken and bitter woman. Bitter at the world for forcing the idea that women were baby machines. You, as you typically did, pushed it away.

Stuffed it into a closet, but it was now pouring out. All the baggage that you had repressed was right in front of you. You never felt like you belonged in the parthricaral society you lived in with their white picket fences and predictable lifestyles. That didn’t mean you didn’t want a family of your own. You had a husband, a job, a house, everything seemed perfect. But one thing was missing-a baby.

The older you had gotten, the more it affected you. Going to those parties for Dick’s job and seeing all the wives with their babies and fumbling toddlers. You didn’t feel anything towards them at first, but they eventually grew on you. Dick’s first few days home contained long conversations about what your lives would be after the way. You would chat with him for hours about it to distract from the nightmares that flooded his mind, holding his hand.

“A nice little farm near Lancaster, one or two kids, my own business, and the most important thing...you ” Dick would say, his words full of love. “My wonderful little wife, Margaret, Thomas, and me, on our farm. We’ll have each other.”

The kettle boiled in the water, the loud noise screeching in the kitchen. You dropped the knife and heard it clack onto the ground. All you did was stand there with wide eyes and shaky legs, looking down at the ground as your nails dug into the counter.

You couldn’t bear him children-you tried and tried and tried but to no avail. If you were not Dick’s, then what were you?

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Dick had taken off his trench coat, sliding his shoes off as he neatly put them right next to yours. He let out a sigh as he loosened his tie. Work had been stressful once again. All he could think about was seeing you and his growing little babies. Of course, he never told anybody. But knowing the thought was between you and him made it special-something so personal and beautiful. He couldn’t wait to see your face and hold you close, talking for hours on end. Anything you said or did made him head over heels, just like it had done to you five years ago. You had been distant and not your usual self, and Dick was worried. He knew of the insecurities you had, feeling like you never had fit into a certain mold.  

He had walked into the kitchen and instead of finding you, he found a dropped knife and kettle that was overflowing with boiling water. It looked like you had left in a hurry. He made sure to check all of the doors to see if you had left, in which you had no. In a calm manner, Dick cleaned up the kettle and put the knife back where it was. He wanted to help so you wouldn’t stress.

The pitter-patter of the shower coming from upstairs alerted Dick. He walked up the stairs and down the dark hallway, seeing the bathroom light creak from the bathroom. Creaking the door open, the all to familiar noise hit his ears. The bathroom was foggy as the shower ran. Looking down, Dick saw the water come to his feet, staining his wet socks. Your flats were spread on the ground along with your knit cardigan, soggy from the water. Inside of the shower was you, clothed with your makeup running, hugging your knees as you looked down.

Dick let out a soft sigh as he looked at you, his shoulder slouching down. It was paining him to see you in this state, “Oh honey..”

You didn’t move, only your eyes did. He walked towards you, into the shower. He wore a white suit and dress pants, which were now we're stuck to his skin. He put himself right next to you as the hot water warmed his cold skin. You adjusted yourself to lean on his wet shoulder. Dick said there as you leaned on him for comfort, listening to the white noise of the shower.

“I tried,” You mumbled as your fingers ran circles in his arm.

Dick looked down at you with his strawberry hair sticking to his forehead and drips of water rushing down his face. He frowned, tiping his head to the side.

“I tried and tried, time after time. I tried so hard and I…” You lamented, grasping onto Dick’s arm. It was hard to spit out the words. You had already said the first half of it, you needed to say more. “I just can’t. I can’t do it.”

“Do what?” Dick questioned, his fingers lifting your chin. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your mascara coming down along with it. His thumb wiped away the incoming hot tears. He was too kind to you. His mere presence reassured you. “Don’t cry, my little wife. Let me help you. Whatever it is, whatever you need, I-”

“I can’t have children. Not now, or ever.” The words came out your mouth. It felt like you were spitting fire. It felt strange like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. Even though it was gone, it still lingered. “I went to the doctor last week. I’m infertile, Dick.”

Dick just sat with a frown on his face. You couldn’t tell what was going through his head. His free arm had wrapped around your shoulder was slowly falling as he let go of your chin, making an “oh” noise.

You looked at him and let out a sob as your face fell into your hands. “I didn’t wanna tell you. I know you’ve wanted children, every man wants that for their wife. You want a son who looks like you, and a wife who can provide that for you. I can’t. I wanted it too, but I watched my dream break. I’m supposed to give you a baby like a normal wife should...” Through the sniffling and sobs, you refused to look at Dick. He seemed disappointed, but you could never tell what he was feeling. “If you want a wife who can give you a child, then, by all means, do so. I’m worthless.”

You could feel it. Your relationship was over. Maybe it was for the better. Dick could start his family, and you could work a job in Philadelphia. They did have an opening in Philadelphia. It was better to have nobody-so you couldn’t get hurt and hurt others around you.

“No,”

Slowly removing your hands from your face, you turned to Dick. You scooted back, not able to tell if he was upset at you. “No?”

“No. You’re not worthless, y/n.” Dick attested, “What would make you think such a thing?”

“We’ve always wanted a family down the line. You would kiss my stomach every night, talking to the...” You looked down at your flat stomach, your hand gently squeezing the skin. It broke your heart even more just feeling what Dick assumed was Margaret and Thomas. “Just didn’t want you to get mad at me. I know you're upset with me.”

“Don’t give me that malarkey,” He growled, crawled closer to you as he grabbed your cheeks with your foreheads nuzzling towards each other. You could feel the warmth on the top of your forehead, “I’m not upset. You didn’t have to hide this from me. I should’ve known, I’m so sorry sweetheart.”

Dick tenderly grabbed your shoulders and leaned you back on the white subway wall. He was gentle as he wiped the sticky hair from your face for a clearer view. He had a soft smile as he caressed your cheek with you leaning into it.

“But if I can’t give you children, what good use am I?”

“The reason I married you wasn’t that I wanted a family. At that moment, in that cornfield, I wanted you to be my wife. If I didn’t tell you, I don’t know if I would’ve died content with my life,” Dick complimented with a kiss to your wet hand. “You're not just a pawn used for children-my little wife. Just because you can’t have children doesn’t mean I won’t leave you. I wouldn’t even consider the thought. It’d be hard to find someone like you, y/n. Nobody as hardworking, beautiful, and fiery”

A chuckle escaped your lips, “Like a cornfield?”

“Like a cornfield,” He assured. “I don’t care about children, the past, the future, anything. I married you because I was in love with the beautiful, growing woman five years ago, and I still am. All I care about is my little wife, y/n-you. I love you.”

You nuzzled into his shoulder, “I..love you too, Dick.”

Silent communication was your and Dick’s form of romance. You didn’t need big gestures and materialistic gifts to feel comforted, sometimes you just needed someone right next to you, or in your arms. The silence was nice and the warmth was needed. Dick’s warmth felt like a little touch of heaven, warm, together, cozy. You wished that you could extend the night just so you could stay in his comforting embrace, relived in his hold. In his hold, you believed that there is nothing to fear, that there is all sunshine and love. Dick was the cure you needed, a lone star in an otherwise empty sky, he was the morningstar that you prayed wouldn’t disappear.

“I’ll make us dinner,” Dick said as he got up. “I’ll even run you a bath. Does that sound good, my little wife?”

Your fingers held the tip of his hands. Your (y/c/e)‘s met with his mint ones that shined in the pristine light. He gently helped you up with a hand resting on your waist.

Resting a hand on his chin, you looked down and shook your head. “I want to make dinner with you. I feel clean.”

“Are you sure?” Dick questioned, pulling you closer to his body. “I know you haven’t been sleeping.”

“Well I’m not tired. I haven’t felt like we’ve talked lately. You’ve been gone and I’ve been distant.” You confessed. The brutally honest was needed now. You tipped your head to look at Dick. “I wouldn’t mind a helping hand.”

“Fine, if you insist,” He placed his hand on your upper back and swept you off your fear. You let out a little chuckle as you snaked an arm around his shoulder for stability, “You said you needed a helping hand.”

Once you and Dick changed out of your wet clothes and into your matching silk robes (gifted by Lew, the man even had your initials engraved into the pocket), the two of you headed down to the kitchen to cook. The radio played in the back and the kettle silently brewed as you sautéed the chicken and Dick set the small table in the tiny dining space.

“Hey, y/n?”

“Yeah?” You looked behind you as you washed your hands of the greasy oils and spices.

“Did you grow up with dogs?”

You nodded as you dried your hands, “Two-a Westie and Cairn terrier. Your point?”

Dick came over the counter as he leaned on it with a smirk. It wasn’t condescending, but it looked like an idea had popped in his head. You loved it when he smirked or smiled; the dimples on his cheeks would show.

“I know you get lonely when I’m not around. Lew knows a lot of good breeders in the area. How do two dogs sound?”

You were lonely. Loneliness was a feeling you knew all too well. It haunted you as a child and adult. Except when you were a child, you thought it would disappear. But in truth, it did not.

“Two dogs sound nice, Dick,” You confessed. The kettle began to make a shrieking noise. Walking over, you grabbed two cups and poured hot water into them. The water from clear to a darkish brown. You let the bags settle for a few minutes before taking the two cups over and handing one to your strawberry blonde husband.

“There breed? Are we sure Lew won’t try and steal them?”

“Well, Lew wouldn’t steal them. He and Grace already have enough animals to take care of,” Dick put his two big hands around the mug. “Two terriers, a boy, and girl. Just like the ones you grew up with.”

“Ok,” You smiled, raising your eyebrows. “And their names?”

Dick took a sip of his tea before smacking his thin lips. “I was thinking of Margaret and Thomas. Do you like that?”

You finally knew the answer to why Dick was asking about getting dogs. Not that you were in protest. Dogs were like children-just easier to take care of.

“Yeah, I like that a lot.”

Dick put a hand over yours, giving it a reassuring squeezed. He smiled at you, and you smiled back.

Within the week, Lew had come over with the cutest puppies you had ever seen. He had also brought over all of the necessary supplies for two puppies, and even two sweaters with their names. One was a feisty and quiet Westie named Thomas and the other was a sweetheart with a sour side named Margaret. You and Dick loved them more than anything in the world. They were fed Filet Mignon from the table, slept in between you and Dick, and always for what they wanted. Even Dick gave into their puppy eyes whenever they got into trouble. The reason he wanted dogs in the first place was for his little wife; y/n-you. Not only did he want to make you feel a little less lonely in your little colonial house, but protected. Dick wasn’t always there to look out for you, even though he knew you could handle yourself just fine. Still, it was the thought that counted. Knowing that you would have two little balls of energy to keep you entertained made Dick content, and so did you.

Lewis Nixon was right all along. He never saw you and Dick having children. In his wise words, dogs were “far superior” than children. Dogs didn’t cry as much, they weren’t as needy, and they didn’t wake you up in the middle of the night. Mostly.

You would see the way the dogs would interact with Dick, and how Dick would interact with them. He’d treat them like children. From rocking Margaret in his arms to having long conversations with Thomas about why he shouldn’t bite you his mother while you peacefully sleep, it made your heart skip a beat, seeing Dick be so gentle with the two puppies.

Every night before you would head to bed, Dick would always remind you that his dream had finally come true; buying the little patch of land in Lancaster for the farm was within reach. He’d give you a kiss and pull you close as the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

You broke away from the terrifying cliff that you had looked down, heading towards your morning star, Dick, with hope that it wouldn’t disappear.

#dick winters x reader #richard winters x reader #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #richard winters imagine #my writing #oh gosh this is painful #also listen to wife by mitski #y'know if u wanna even cry harder #all aborad the angst train #*sad choo choo*

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could i make a request for Suna, Iwa, and Atsumu where theyre s/o is like scared of the future. like thinking about the future and being an adult scares them, but its also scary that they have no idea how to survive as an adult and what job they want to do so they could pay theyre bills and make money.

(it could be girl pronouns or gender neutral pronouns i dont mind either)

hq boys comforting you when you're scared about the future

suna rintaro, iwaizumi hajime, miya atsumu x gn!r

!warnings! mentions of anxiety, nail picking (iwa), lightly proofread

SUNA RINTARO he definitely shares your fear so he understands exact how you feel.

sitting at your desk, you had your head in your hands trying your best to stop your tears before your boyfriend got to your house after his volleyball practice. lost in thought, you hadn't even noticed he entered the room until he was leaning down next to you with his hand on your back. "baby what's the matter?" his question only made you cry a little bit harder as you turned in your chair to wrap your arms around waist.

he waits before asking you, "what happened, baby?" until your sobs have quieted down. "i'm scared rin." you say dryly, throat hoarse from your earlier breakdown. "scared of what?", "the future." he lets your answer sink in before saying anything further. "the future huh, hmm. actually so am i.", he says causing you to look up at him with teary eyes. "really?" he nods his head yes, "yes really. but you know, no matter what, i'll always be here for you. you know? there's no need to worry about it right now. i know it's scary, stressful and all that other bad shit but we'll always have each other, just remember that when you feel yourself start to worry too much."

MIYA ATSUMU is actually terrified of the future also so knows your struggles

he was driving you home when he noticed you being unusually quiet, so he knew there was something up. "angel, you feeling okay?" he asks, squeezing the hand he had on your thigh. "hm? 'm fine 'tsum. just thinking about stuff." you say, giving him a small smile but he really wasn't buying it. "you can tell me if there's somethin' wrong, babe.", you nod your head, "i know i know. it's really not a big deal though, really. i was just thinking about the future and how scary it is that we have no control over it. y'know? it's scary." you admit, and he cant help but feel his heart break.

"angel, ya know that no matter what, present or future i'll be with ya the whole time. so you really don't need to worry.", "i know but i can't help but feel anxious about it." you say, biting your lip. "baby, i want you to know that i feel the same way. im scared of the future too. do ya wanna know what comforts me when i'm feeling upset over it?" you respond with an, "mhm" and he continues, "what makes me feel better, is knowing i'll always have you no matter what. so anytime you find yourself worrying over it, just think of me and how much i love you."

IWAIZUMI HAJIME has his own share of anxieties so he understands you completely

you picked at your nails as you sat on your boyfriends bedroom floor whilst he did his homework, it was basically routine at this point. you had been lost in your own thought when he had turned his chair around to look at you, "hey stop that." he scolds, probably a little louder than he had intended, a frown evident on his face. you look up at him and immediately, a pout contorts onto your face and your eyes begin to water. immediately, his face softens"oh no angel, c'mere i didn't mean to shout at you." he says opening for you to embrace, which you accept. he lets you cry into his shoulder for a few minutes.

"please tell me what's bothering you." he rubs your back softly, waiting for you to answer, not minding how long you needed, saying a soft, "tell me when you're ready." so you do," i'm just anxious about, y'know.. what the future will be like." you confess, causing him to sigh lightly. "oh baby, i understand. but guess what.", "what?", "as long as we're together you'll never have to worry about the future because i'll be here for you the entire time without fail. you know that right?"

a/n tysm for the request! i hope u enjoyed <3 p.s. i stress aht the future often as well so if this is something you worry abt ur not alone & it's completely normal. ily <3

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #suna rintaro #suna x y/n #suna x reader #suna rintarō #suna headcanons #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hcs #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi headcanons #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #atsumu hcs #atsumu headcanons #atsumu x y/n #sunni's requests 🐈‍⬛ #sunni's works 📓

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okay tell me smth, sweetheart

which would you rather do:

get fucked with your ass up, hips all red and bruised from me gripping them harder to fuck you? don't you think you'll feel good from that? i just want to put a hand on your stomach and feel how fucking big i am inside you because i know you'll feel it too. can just imagine how fucking full you'd feel especially when i fill you up and make you cum on my cock over and over again before i even let you take a break. wanna tangle my fingers in your hair and push your pretty head into the mattress so i can hear you just cry from tryna beg me to let you rest.

or:

put on a show for me by grinding on my thigh, hands on my shoulders while i hear you whine and beg for me to fill you up. but i'll tell you no, i'll tell you that you have to get off on my thigh first before you even get my fingers. it'll be so much easier to get my cock in you later if we do it this way, y'know. you'll be dripping and it'd just slip in so nicely, just like how sluts are meant to take it. but it's okay, i know you act like a slut but when once i fuck you, i'll be the only one you ever want fucking you stupid.

– jean.

i wanna ride your thigh so bad. holy shit. 'wanna grip onto your shoulders n bury my face into your neck, whining as u guide my cunt over your thighs. i wanna cum so hard that my head gets foggy. wanna be all numb while you gimme the first option too. i want them both. i wanna feel you slide inside me so easy, fill me up so nicely until your pushing against my stomach with your hand, forcing both of us to feel the head of your cock bulging out of my tummy.

i want them both cuz i'm a greedy fucking whore, i want them both but i can't have them.

#jean anon #holy hell i'm #i'm actually shaking #i'm actually trembling #i'm so gone #charanon

[honeybomb4thebear]

if you’re still doing the NSFW alphabet can I get a-z for ryota mitarai? if you don’t wanna do all of them then you can just choose the ones you want to write! thanks! :)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA A RYOTA REQUEST!!! NONNIE I LOVES YOUUUUUUU <3 I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!

Warning: N//F*W!!!

RYOTA MITARAI N//F*W ALPHABET

A=Aftercare - What they do/act like after sex. ⦁ A tired yet happy baby. You'll be the one who have to do his aftercare, I mean that's no surprise since the boy can barely care for himself. Will cling onto you, as if to never ever let you go afterwards.

B=Bondage - Are they into BDSM, and how far they’ll go if they have a green light.

⦁ Oh he is. Not too much, but probably has a "daddy/mommy" kink (my gender neutral fellas out there, saying parent felt weird so pls tell me the gn thing for it. Parenty? IT SOUNDS FUNNY NOOOOO). It just feels nice to have someone take care of him and shower him with affection, he goes all gooey on you, clinging onto you and smiling whenever he sees you. He doesn't even notice how clingy he is getting, but he likes that stuff. I still can't imagine him saying "harder, daddy!" though...

C=Cum - pretty self explanatory. ⦁ Not a lot, tastes mildly sweet. He is also quick to cum. Which is good for a certain kink of his...

D=Dom - Are they dominant, submissive, a switch? ⦁ He is a BDSM dominatrix! Just kidding, he is such a sub it's adorable.

E=Edgeplay - Similar to ‘Kinks’ except it’s a lot riskier than usual kinks (knifeplay, breathplay, etc.). ⦁ No way lol!

F=Fantasy - A fantasy of theirs (ex: a teacher/student fantasy). ⦁ You sucking his dick while he is busy with the work. The said work isn't anything too important, though, but still he is pretty busy and stressed. So you decide to relieve his stress and sneak under his desk without your boyfriend who is absorbed in his work noticing. You then spread his legs and unzip his pants. He will notice you at that point and will look at you with the wide and beautiful eyes of his, needless to say a red face. So with a sinister smile, you pull his pants down and start to toy with his cock. Needless to say, he won't last long...

G=Got Caught - How they react when they get caught having sex. ⦁ He'd like... Hide behind his partner? Like, he would bury his face on their chest, or crouch down and hug them tight, while screaming at the other person to get out with a pathetic voice crack.

H=Hot Spots - A place that drives them crazy when stimulated (EX: neck). ⦁ Hmm... His mouth? French kisses will definetly do the trick for the animator boy, he'll be aching for more. He'll go especially crazy if you sit on his lap while dominating the kiss, more if you rub your private parts while doing so, be careful not to crush him though, he is so fragile...

I=Intimacy - How romantic they are, or can be, before, during, or after sex. ⦁ I feel like he'd be ashamed, but once he lets loose (which doesn't take much time since he is quick to cum) he won't be able to care and will be super lovey-dovey! He'll keep telling you how good you make him feel and how lucky he is to have you and will be smiling time to time.

J=Journey - Their ideal way of leading up to sex. ⦁ Right after finishing the anime that he made, you talk about of how much of a good job he did. You then usually decide to "reward" him. Praise him and his anime while making love to him, he will be over the moon.

K=Kinks - I’ll list a few of their kinks, be they the normalized ones or kinkier kinks. ⦁ Overstimulation! Receiving end, of course. Just the thought of you seeing him in that euphoric (yet painful) state, with his eyes rolled back and chest going up on down quickly excites him. ⦁ Maybe praise too? Perhaps dirty talk????

L=Location -  Where they like to have sex at, do they like risky locations, etc. ⦁ Don't stress him out pls ⦁ Ok maybe stress him out a little bit, maybe caress his cock a bit as he watches a movie he isn't interested in in a cinema salon? Nothing too much, do the rest at home.

M=Masturbation - How they are when they get themselves off, what they get themselves off to. ⦁ Sometimes he gets too stressed because of his work yet he doesn't do anything. But when you call him to check on him, he gets a sudden erection and starts to rub his cock to your voice. He tries to keep it a secret but unfortunately for him (and fortunately for you) it's pretty clear. It does relieve his stress, though.

N=NO - A few things that they will absolutely, under no circumstances, ever do. ⦁ Hmm, aside from all the stuff dominants would do, he wouldn't act like a brat. He is quite obedient and nice, good for you!

O=On’s - Their top turn on’s that they have (things that’ll get them super horny super quickly). ⦁ Getting teased. Not anything too serious or rude, just to be called "a pervert" in a light-hearted way. You are probably the most perverted one out of you two and he knows that as well, but he won't try to fight back. Instead, a blush will appear on his cute face. A blush that you know the meaning of too well.

P=Position -  Their favourite position to have sex in. ⦁ Missionary and cowgirl. Nothing too spicy.

Q=Quickie - Do they like it, do they prefer quickies over actual sex, etc. ⦁ Who prefers them over actual sex? Well, certainly not Ryota! It kind of stresses him out, since he lives his life between deadlines, so he'd rather take his time with you.

R=Rough - How rough they are, or get, when in bed. ⦁ Don't make me laugh... But, you don't have to hold back, y'know ;) He likes it rough time to time.

S=Stamina - How long they can go before they tap out. ⦁ If it was rough, he's out after first time! If it wasn't, maybe 3 times max? Things may change if you feed him well and make sure he sleeps though...

T=Toys - Do use toys, do they own them, what kind, etc. ⦁ He doesn't. He sometimes sees them in hentais and wants to buy them and use on you but he is actually too shy to do it.

U=Unfair - How much they tease you, how they tease you, etc. ⦁ Aaah, he doesn't. If you tease him, don't overdo it please he'll literally cry out of sexual frustration.

V=Volume - How loud they get when having sex, things they might say, etc. ⦁ C'mon, we both know that he is a total screamer. His moans are quite erotic and the face he makes is absolutely wonderful, and the stuff he'd say is even better. As I mentioned before, he'd definetly declare his love over and over for you and talk about how "if it's with you, he could do it forever" but you both know that the last part isn't true.

W=Wild Card - a random letter for the character of your choice. ⦁ As I mentioned it before, he watches hentai- because he is probably too embarrassed to watch actual porn. And also to study. Hentai is still pretty embarrassing (actually even more embarrassing)  but he tries to learn how actual sex is. Please tell him that hentai is NOT the right place for it.

X=X-Ray - How they look with their clothes off. ⦁ Skinny legend. Seriously, very skinny. If he were any skinnier, his ribcages would show. His dick is skinny yet beautiful too.

Y=Yearning - How often they need to have sex. ⦁ He is usually too busy to yearn. But it's easy usually to get him worked up if he's not busy.

Z=ZZZ - How quickly they fall asleep after having sex. ⦁ Watch him sleep like a baby right after you finish his aftercare. He will definetly hug you in his sleep after you're done with your aftercare too, and murmur something about how "he missed you".

#ryota mitarai #ryota mitarai x reader #dr3 #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader

[baloobird]

hihihi this is kylee peeking out of my unintentional hiatus hole to bring you this au that no one asked for but that i might start writing soon anyway... this is gonna be a six-parter so uhhh sorry in advance for the inbox spam but also kind of not sorry

i watched Ever After last night (the Drew Barrymore movie, y'know) and now my brain is filled with that "but make it IRON DAD" worm. you know the one. so instead of a prince and a girl falling in love. king tony meets this too-noble-for-his-own-good lil ten year old one day and this kid can charm the pants off a slug so of course (1/6)

tony adores him instantly but peter would get in SO much trouble with his stepfamily (not ben and may bc i could literally never bring myself to make them the bad guys) if they found out he'd snuck out of the house (and they'd be even more mad if they knew he'd met -and charmed- the king) so he makes up a fake name so tony has a harder time tracking him down later (2/6)

PETER CALLS HIMSELF BEN RICHARDS OMG (or ben fitzpatrick bc it sounds more period-appropriate idk) he uses "ben" as his fake name and it's not even totally a lie bc it's his *middle* name (but he still feels guilty af about lying bc he's baby bean) (3/6)

anyway im kinda still hammering out the details bc my sleep schedule is wacked out and my brain is fried but basically it ends with peter getting ratted out by his mean relatives and peter's ready to run away and never come back bc he's so embarrassed and guilty and doesn't think tony will ever want to talk to him again but OBVIOUSLY tony loves this little squirt so he jumps on a horse and goes to find peter (4/6)

when he gets to peter's house he's told that peter actually DID run away (and the family accuses him of being a thief for good measure) but tony is like "yeah uh huh i'm comin for u next but i need to go find my kid rn f u" and he rides all around the kingdom looking for his lil buddy and then it occurs to him to look in the "secret hiding place" peter told him about and showed him once (5/6)

and then there's a big happy reunion scene with lots of crying and tony brings peter home and adopts him so now he's a happy lil prince with an adoring dad and they live HAPPILY EVER AFTER (6/6)

@riseuplikeglitterandgold KYLEE, THIS AU IS FUCKING GENIUS!!!

Please please pleeeeeease write this omg, I know you’ve told me about this already (and I’m so sorry it took me so long to get back to you), but reading this again just got me so PUMPED!!!! If you wanna write this, I 100% support, you’re so creative!!! 💜💚💜💚💜💚

#baloobird babbles #i love my online friends #enchanted au #THAT NEEDS TO HAPPEN RIGHT DAMN NOW

[viostormcaller]

“Zhe Good Doctah Haz Got You”

(This took me, what? Three days? Maybe more? I don’t remember lol but I worked hard and I’m really proud! I hope you enjoy it too.) **TRIGGER WARNING: talk of self-harm, suicide attempt mention** It was around midnight when Marvin arrived at Schneeplestein’s bedroom door. He had been having nightmares lately, but this one was particularly bad. The shaken wizard stood, body still trembling as his hand hovered over the door. He wanted to knock so badly, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He just couldn’t. His heart raced and his breathing quickened, the fear of being a bother to his friend in the middle of the night getting the best of him. Slowly, Marvin drew his hand away from the door, and slumped down against the hallway wall, sitting on the floor, knees tucked close to his body. He silently pondered what to do, the sound of his still-hammering heart the only noise accompanying him in the dead of night. Suddenly, the world around him faded to black, leaving Marvin in a seemingly endless expanse of darkness. He then stood, eyes darting around frantically, trying to make sense of where he was. The four-bedroom house he was familiar with was no longer there, but in its place a dark void, which lacked any form of escape. The wizard began to panic, heart rate picking up again. “H-Hello…? Is a-anyone t-there?” Marvin called out into the nothingness, not exactly expecting an answer. His blood ran cold when a voice chuckled back. “W-Who are you?” Marvin gulped, aware of the shakiness of his voice. “S-Show yourself!” “Heh heh heh…how cute. The so-called "wizard” is trying to be brave.“ The voice spoke back. Marvin didn’t recognize the voice at all. He would have at least expected it to be Anti, if no one else, but…it wasn’t. "Marvin the Magnificent, huh?” The voice continued. “Don’t know what makes you so "magnificent”, honestly. To tell you the truth, you look a lot more…pathetic, to me.“ Marvin felt a slight twinge of guilt at first, but it quickly turned to anger as he shouted back out into the void. "I’m NOT pathetic! Who even ARE you?!” “It doesn’t matter who I am,” the voice responded. “But if you’re THAT curious…” the owner of the voice stepped forward, walking out of the endless darkness and just into Marvin’s line of sight. The owner was a young faceless girl, with blonde pigtails, a blue tank top, and a yellow skirt. Marvin almost recognized her as a girl that he’s entertained at a birthday party once, except…well, she doesn’t have a face. Marvin gulped and stepped back. “Afraid of a child? Hah!” The girl laughed, though her body didn’t move at all. With each passing second, Marvin became more and more unsettled. His heart nearly stopped when he heard the second voice. “Y'know, eventually they’ll realize you’re nothing but a fake.” A boy the same height as the girl walked forward, wearing a blue tee-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He, too, was faceless. “You’re just another useless street magician. You’re nothing special. Stop trying to act like you’re "all that”.“ Marvin took another two steps back, beginning to feel nauseous. He took in what the boy said and rubbed his arm self-consciously. He didn’t really know what to say now. "I-I…” he started, but immediately shut his mouth when he heard whispers in the background. They were faint, but coming closer, gradually growing louder. And soon, he could see them: a horde of faceless children walking out of the darkness, each one speaking it’s own insult. Marvin glanced around in every direction. The children were everywhere, surrounding him, and it seemed like there was a countless number of them. His eyes widened as he began to hear clearly what each child was actually saying. “Pathetic.” “Weak.” “Loser.” “S-Stop…” Marvin whimpered quietly, his head lowered and eyes fixated on his feet as he tried not to cry. “Failure.” “Phony.” “Idiot.” “P-Please…please stop…” Marvin pleaded as the voices continued. They were loud now, bouncing around the environment. It was quickly becoming too much for him, and he sunk to his knees and covered his ears. The voices seemed as if they were in his head, and no matter what he did, Marvin couldn’t block them out. His heart was pounding in his chest, his breathing rapid, and he felt nauseous as the world spun, the countless mass of faceless children surrounding him, chanting their insults loudly. “FAKER.” “LIAR.” “LAME.” “SCAREDY-CAT.” “COWARD.” “STOP! STOP IT, PLEASE!” Marvin cried out in agony, tears escaping through tightly shut eyes, streaming down his face, and hands tightly gripping his head as he was overwhelmed by the insults. The voices then stopped at the sound of Marvin’s shout, but something else took their place. “You know, I’ll never understand why we decided to keep you around.” Marvin’s eyes slowly widened as he removed his head from his hands, looking up towards this new voice. This voice, however, was one he recognized. “C-Chase…?” Marvin asked, reluctantly. Chase now stood before him, arms crossed. He stared Marvin down hard, almost as if he were disappointed with him. “Yeah, I agree with him. You’re honestly nothing special. Your "powers” barely even work!“ Another figure now appeared in front of Marvin. Well, more like "hovered” in front of him. “Jackieboy Man…? You too?” Marvin asked, heartbroken. Jackieboy Man just floated there, wearing the same disappointed expression as Chase. “He’s right, you know. Neither of us understand vhy you are still here.” Dr. Schneeplestein walked out of the darkness now, arms folded similarly to the other two egos. “Schneep, I…” Marvin began. “Ah, ah, ah. Not anozher word. You are vasting my precious time, Marvin.” Fresh tears stung the magicians eyes as he hung his head in shame. He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Marvin was even more taken aback when he saw who it was. “J-Jack?” “They never loved you, Marvin.” Jack informed, almost sounding sorry for him. Almost. “W-What?” “You’re useless. They’d be better off without you. I’m sorry to say this, but it’s true.” Marvin gazed incredulously at Jack, and then back at his friends, his only family, who now all hated him. This realization hit Marvin suddenly, and again he lowered his gaze, beginning to cry. “I-I’m sorry…I’m sorry I disappointed you guys…I’m so sorry…” Marvin mumbled out apology after apology, sobbing harder and harder between each one. “Marvin…” “I’m so sorry…” Marvin whimpered, not hearing the voice that began to speak to him. “MARVIN!” The wizard jolted as he suddenly awoke, knees still tucked close to him as he sat in the hallway of his house. A dream. It was all a dream. “Marvin…? Are you okay, buddy?” Schneeplestein was crouched in front of Marvin, an extremely concerned expression on his face. If Marvin could sink any further back into the wall, he would. A horrified look plastered Marvin’s face as he recalled the dream. What if they really felt that way about him? “S-S-Schneep, I-I’m so s-sorry…I d-d-don’t mean to w-waste your time. I-” Marvin stuttered as be began to hyperventilate, terrified. “Shhhh…relax, Marvin…” the doctor hushed the panicking magician, trying to get him to calm down. “Zhere’s no need to apologize. You’ve done nozhing wrong.” A sob escaped Marvin’s mouth and Schneeplestein pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back, letting Marvin cry it out until he was calm enough to talk. “Zhere, zhere, Marv. Zhe good doctah haz got you.” Schneep reassured him. “Vould you like to talk about it?” Marvin then pulled away, nodding as he wiped his eyes and nose on his shirt sleeves. “Come,” the doctor then stood, holding his hand out to lift Marvin off the ground. The wizard grabbed Schneep’s hand and pulled himself up, then followed him into his bedroom. “Sit.” Schneeplestein commanded, pointing to his bed. Marvin sat and watched as the doctor pulled up a chair from his desk and sat in front of him. “H-How did you know I was out there…?” Marvin asked, sniffing and grabbing the tissue Schneeplestein handed to him, blowing his nose into it. “I heard you crying out zhere. It vas a tiny noise, but I heard it and vent to check it out. You seemed to have been crying in your sleep.” Schneep responded. “Ah.” Marvin slowly nodded. “Before ve get started, I need to do a routine checkup.” The pajama-clad doctor informed Marvin. He reached for his stethoscope, which was sitting on his desk, and put on a pair of rubber gloves that came from a box that sat besides said stethoscope. “Can you remove your shirt, please?” Marvin’s heart nearly stopped upon hearing those words. “U-Uh…” the magician stammered. “Is somezhing wrong?” Schneep asked. “O-Oh, uh…n-no.” “Good. Now, let’s get zhis over vith, so I can help you.” Schneep turned around to grab his clipboard and pen. Marvin’s heart began to race, and he began to feel nauseous as he reluctantly removed his red, long-sleeved shirt. He pulled it over his head, and set it behind him, letting out a shaky breath. Schneep, having gathered his materials, then turned back around to face Marvin. His eyes widened at what he saw. Schneep was used to seeing burns and callouses on Marvin’s hands and wrists from practicing magic, and was also used to helping him treat them, but…this was something else. Something way different. Both his arms were laced with cuts, some old and some new, some covered with bandages and some left uncovered. Schneep knew immediately that this wasn’t the work of magic. “Marvin…vhy didn’t you tell me?!” Schneep exclaimed, worry lining his voice. “I could have helped you! WE could have helped you!” Marvin swallowed, feeling a lump growing in his throat. He was trying so hard to bite back the tears. “I-I’m…I’m sorry, I just…I didn’t wanna bother you…” Marvin’s gaze was focused on the ground, unable to look the doctor in the eye. “It’s my problem…I didn’t wanna put that burden on you…” “Nonsense.” Schneeplestein quickly replied. “Doctors are meant to help you. And if I’m not a doctor, vell, zhen my name isn’t Henrik von Schneeplestein. Vhatever you need, Marvin, you come to me. I’m not just here to heal your physical wounds, but…” Schneep pointed to his head with a smile. “…also zhe ones up here, as vell.” Marvin sniffed, wiping his eyes. “O-Okay…” Schneep sighed. “Now, let’s get zhis over vith.” And with that, they got through the normal checkup routine. Once that was done, and Marvin was once again clothed, they could finally get into what was bothering the troubled magician. “Okay, now zhat zhat’s out of the vay, we can FINALLY get into it.” Schneep said, sounding relieved to start helping his friend with what was bothering him. Marvin just nodded, wondering where he should begin. “So, Marvin…” Schneep began. “Vhat is it exactly zhat is troubling you?” Marvin sighed. “Well…as you may have guessed after spotting me crying in my sleep, I’ve been having really bad nightmares lately. I’m not sure if they’re magic-related or not, but they’ve been going on for a few months now, and…” he paused, wondering how he should go about explaining the nightmares. “Uh…I’m not sure how to explain this.” He rubbed the back of his head nervously. “Zhat’s okay, Marvin. Take your time. I’m here to listen.” Schneeplestein reassured. Marvin nodded. “Well…” he continued. “The dreams, they’re…well, they’re not all the same, but they have the same theme. Like, for example, the dream I had tonight…” Marvin then went on to explain in detail what happened in his nightmare. Halfway through, he had to pause because he started to cry, and Schneep gave him another hug while he calmed down. Throughout the entire time, though, the doctor listened patiently, writing down key points. Not only did he want Marvin to get better, but wanted to make sure Marvin was safe, before he goes too far and attempts to do what Chase tried in the past. When Marvin had finished getting his thoughts out, Schneeplestein reviewed the notes he took. Going over them, he had an “aha!” moment. He just might have pieced it all together. “I zhink I know vhat’s bothering you deep down, Marvin.” the doctor announced. “Does it sound magic-related?” Marvin asked. “Because I easily could have cursed myself on accident…” “No, no, no. None of zhose zhings. We both already know zhat you’re afraid of disappointing us, and letting everybody down. But zhe issue is that you’re not dealing vith it, just suppressing it. So, ve’re going to come together and help you.” “‘We’re’? You mean all of you guys?” Marvin asked, sounding a tad bit worried “Yes. You need to confront your fears of failure by addressing it directly. Don’t vorry, though, it vill be fine. Chase vent through a similar process, back when…” he paused, remembering the incident. Recollecting his thoughts, he cleared his throat and continued “Vell, you know.” “I understand.” Marvin nodded. “Also! You vill be meeting vith me once a veek to work on coping methods for your negative thoughts, as vell as to keep track of your nightmares. Sound good?” “Yeah, thank you. Really, for all of this.” Marvin said, sounding grateful. “I’m sorry I didn’t come to you sooner. I really wanted to, but…I was just so afraid. I thought I could just deal with it on my own, or at least make a potion or find a spell that would help, but that didn’t work out.” “It’s okay, Marvin, really. Just remember, vhen you have a problem, I’m vere for you. Don’t take it out on yourself, okay?” “Okay…I’ll make sure to come to you from now on.” Marvin responded. Schneep then stood, and pulled Marvin into a tight hug. When they separated, they both glanced at Schneep’s alarm clock. 3:00 AM. “Do you zhink you’ll be able to go back to sleep?” Schneep asked, turning back to Marvin. “Probably not.” Marvin shrugged. “But I’ll try to figure something out.” “Do you vant to stay vith me tonight? I…honestly don’t feel safe just leaving you on your own, not right now. You understand, don’t you?” Schneep rubbed the back of his neck. He knew that Marvin would probably be fine but, after what happened with Chase…he was too scared to almost lose another friend, no matter how small the chance of that happening would be. And, if Marvin had another nightmare, a worse one, Schneep wanted to be there for him instead of leaving Marvin to his own devices. “I understand, Schneep.” Marvin smiled. “I’ll stay with you tonight, if it makes you happy.” “Zhank you, Marvin.” And with that, the both of them got into bed, with Marvin laying closest to the wall the bed was up against. While Schneep was able to fall asleep quickly, it took Marvin some time before he could fall asleep, as well. He felt comfortable with someone else with him, but he was still worried he’d have another nightmare. After about a half hour, he finally pushed his worry to the back of his mind, and fell into a dreamless slumber.

#marvin the magnificent #dr. schneeplestein #chase brody #jackieboy man #jacksepticeye #antisepticeye mention

[seigyokus]

4.5 - I’m the Worst

Idolish Seven - Part 3, Chapter 4.5 For more Part 3 translations, click here!

Translation below the cut!

Osaka Sougo: Mitsuki-san, would you like to go out for drinks tonight? We can take our time and talk-- Izumi Mitsuki: Sorry. Momo-san's been taking care of me and letting me stay at his place, so at the very least I should cook dinner for him. Izumi Mitsuki: Also, here. Osaka Sougo: What is this notepad...? Izumi Mitsuki: Recipes for a bunch of easy meals. You always add too many spices, so be careful about that. We've got a lotta people with sweet tooths here. Osaka Sougo: ......You're not coming back to the dorm? Everyone's really lonely. Tamaki-kun, Nagi-kun, and Riku-kun are.... Izumi Mitsuki: Sorry for making you take care of the younger members. I'm causing trouble for you too, huh.... Izumi Mitsuki: But we're talking about that old man here. It'll be harder for him to return if I go back first. Or at least that's what I think. Osaka Sougo: Mitsuki-san.... Izumi Mitsuki: I'll let Momo-san spoil me for just a bit longer. Well, I'll be leaving those guys in your hands. Take care of them. Osaka Sougo: Mitsuki-san! Please wait! Mi-- Osaka Sougo: .......

Osaka Sougo: Yamato-san! Nikaidou Yamato: Ah, Sou. Good work today. Osaka Sougo: Um.... Would you like to go out for drinks tonight? I'd like to talk about what's going to happen from here on out.... Nikaidou Yamato: Sorry. I start early tomorrow. Also, here. Osaka Sougo: What is all this money for...? Nikaidou Yamato: I'm sure it must be a handful cooking for everyone. Use this to buy takeout for everyone. Osaka Sougo: I don't need it! This is-- Nikaidou Yamato: It's fine, just take it. See ya. Osaka Sougo: W-wait! Yamato-san, you told me that I could depend on you if I was ever troubled about anything, correct? Nikaidou Yamato: Yeah. Why? Osaka Sougo: I.... I'm very troubled. Everyone's been really sad and lonely ever since you and Mitsuki-san left the dorms..... Osaka Sougo: ......If things continue on like this, I'll be very worried.... Please do something about it.... Nikaidou Yamato: Sou....... Osaka Sougo: I-I'm sorry......! Forgive me for saying something so impertinent.... Nikaidou Yamato: It's fine.... ....... Nikaidou Yamato: ......I'm gonna head back now. Excuse me. Osaka Sougo: Yamato-san! Yama-- Osaka Sougo: ....... Both of them are thinking about IDOLiSH7, and yet....

Osaka Sougo: Haa....... I'm back.... ......!? Izumi Iori: Please let go of me......! Nii-san left already, didn't he!? Nanase Riku: I'm lonely without you here, Iori! The sound of you scolding me every day was like my background music and I miss it! Yotsuba Tamaki: Iorin, don't go! There used to be five King Pudding glasses, but only three are left.....! Rokuya Nagi: It's not fair that you're the only one experiencing such heartfelt sibling love! At the very least, pay attention to us too! Izumi Iori: ......! I can't just leave Nii-san alone! Excuse me! Please let go of me! Osaka Sougo: ....... Osaka Sougo: I have to do something about this....

Nikaidou Yamato: ....... Haa....... Nikaidou Yamato: I guess it's no good....... I gotta do it first then, before I trouble them any more than this.... Nikaidou Yamato: ......I should tell them I'm quitting. Momo: Yamato! Are you going home? Nikaidou Yamato: Momo-san.... Nikaidou Yamato: Yes, I was just about head back. Momo: I hear you're staying at Yuki's house right now? Must be nice! Nikaidou Yamato: Thank you for taking care of Mitsu and Ichi. Sorry about that.... Momo: It's fine, it's fine! I heard you guys fought? When you work together with someone, that kind of stuff is bound to happen. Momo: But if you're gonna fight, you gotta do it head-on and face-to-face! If you fight with your backs to each other, you won't know what kind of face they're making. Momo: How about you drop by my place to fight? Mitsuki and Iori are waiting for you there. Nikaidou Yamato: Ahaha.... I'm fine. It wasn't really a fight.... We worked together normally today. Nikaidou Yamato: I have no clue what he's said about me, though. Momo: I think Mitsuki wants you to talk to him first. About a lot of things. Nikaidou Yamato: ....... Momo: Drawing out a fight for this long is just a waste, so come on over to my place! Why don't you try talking it out? I'll even get sushi for you guys! How about it? Nikaidou Yamato: ....... Shut up.... Momo: Huh? Nikaidou Yamato: ......Shut up! Both of you need to leave me alone! Please! Aren't things jumbled up enough as is!? Momo: S-sorry.... But.... Nikaidou Yamato: Fighting head-on? Did you two even do that!? That's right, you didn't. That's why you couldn't sing anymore! Nikaidou Yamato: And weren't you the one who drew it out for a really long time, Momo-san? Nikaidou Yamato: You always talk about how well-informed you are, so there's no way you didn't know that Banri-san was at our agency. Nikaidou Yamato: You knew, but you just didn't wanna say it. Am I wrong!? Momo: ....... Momo: I really didn't know....... Nikaidou Yamato: ......! I'm so sorry...! I....... Momo: It's fine, it's fine! But I can see why you'd think that.... I wonder if Yuki and Ban-san think so too.... Nikaidou Yamato: I'm really, really sorry......! I spoke without thinking. I.... Momo: It's okay, it's okay! I know you usually wouldn't say something like that, Yamato! Momo: But you're not your usual self right now.... You get what I'm saying? Nikaidou Yamato: ....... Yes....... Momo: Are you okay? I'm sure you're tired. This is your first time filming for a movie, and it's a super hard role to boot. You've even got IDOLiSH7 work to do on top of all of that....... Nikaidou Yamato: ......I'm exhausted. I'm just reaping what I’ve sowed though.... Nikaidou Yamato: I'm already tired of putting up with myself, because I'm terrible.... I'm the worst....... (1) Momo: Yamato.... Momo: ...Nobody is terrible. Terrible situations give rise to unhappy people. That's all. It’s kinda like catching a cold. Momo: Of course, there are times when you just can't love yourself. But if you keep on rejecting yourself like that, then things are only get more and more painful. Momo: You'll end up losing that place deep down inside of yourself, where you can be you. (2) Momo: It's painful when you lose that place in others, but it hurts the most when you kick yourself out of your own heart. Nikaidou Yamato: Momo-san....... Momo: Give yourself a place to belong again. A place where both the dashing Yamato and the good-for-nothing Yamato can belong. Momo: And that Yamato you called the worst? Comfort him, kindly and gently. Pat his head, just like you would for your members. Momo: It's fine if you encourage him to do his best. But if you keep on hating that Yamato, then you won't be able to do your best either. Nikaidou Yamato: ....... But.... Momo: What? Nikaidou Yamato: ......I really am the worst.... I've done so many awful things.... I can't even say it. I.... I don't have the right to be kind and gentle to myself.... Nikaidou Yamato: ......Even though he was trying to talk to me seriously, I fucked around, led him by the nose, and tried to make him stop too... Nikaidou Yamato: When he asked me if I was really fine with keeping people an arm’s distance away…. I scoffed at him, even though I knew it'd hurt him.... Nikaidou Yamato: I.... I've never seen him look so sad before.... So I pushed him away and left....... It's just like he said. I..... I'm.... Nikaidou Yamato: I want to be loved, but I don't want to put the work into being loved.... All I can do is be ashamed of myself.... I'm a terrible human being.... The absolute worst....... Momo: Just who said that to you? Buddha? Is there any human being who wouldn't get upset if someone said that to them? Nikaidou Yamato: ......It was Yuki-san.... Momo: Ngh....... I just imagined him saying that to me and I feel like I'm gonna puke my guts out....... Nikaidou Yamato: ....... Haha.... Momo: Heheh.... You finally smiled. If you can't do it yourself, then I'll pat that sad, gloomy Yamato's head for you. Nikaidou Yamato: Please stop....... Momo: How come? I'm older than you, y'know? Nikaidou Yamato: I.... I don't wanna cry in a place like this.... Momo: Haha.... You sure are a cute one. I really love that about you, Yamato. Momo: I'm sorry for being so overbearing and trying to force you over. Let's talk again sometime, alright? In a place where it'll be okay even if you get teary-eyed. Nikaidou Yamato: ....... But.... Aren't you really busy with work...? Momo: Don't worry about it. Momo: After all, I wanna hear what you have to say too.

To be continued....

TL Notes/comments:

thank u @kuriiii 4 bein best baeta!!!!  ayyyyyyy

title was awful to tl because it's lit. The Worst Self (referring to yourself) MMNNN (1) this line was difficult 2 rephrase into englisH, also tossed in another def of 最悪 just to make momo's subsequent line flow better (2) THIS LINE WAS META AS HECK, also difficult to put into english. This whole section was difficult af man

As usual, if you see any mistakes/mistranslations/etc, please message me!

Thank you for reading!!

#idolish7 #アイドリッシュセブン #story3:tl #story3:text #translation

[avangee]

Vodka Redbulls (Joshler/AU)

Tyler was drunk. He doesn’t really understand why or how he got this fucking pissed. He only wanted a vodka redbull, just to see if the alcohol would make it taste bad. He did it for science! And science led him to drink nine more vodka redbulls, for trials obviously, Tyler had to try every redbull flavour with vodka for science. Not because he wanted to get drunk. No, just because his best friend got a girlfriend who is just beautiful and one hundred times better than Tyler, doesn’t mean he wanted to get so drunk he can’t remember it. Alright, maybe he did want to get a little drunk. Debby was cute and pretty and great, Josh really liked her. Josh and Debby have been dating one week, Tyler was happy that Josh had found someone, at first. What he didn’t realize was that Josh wouldn’t call him at three am to talk about a hypothetical alien invasion anymore or that they wouldn't  hang out and watch crappy sci-fi movies together on Tyler’s couch on top of eachother because sitting up is tiring.

Tyler didn’t want to loose his best friend at all, ever. Apparently, the universe did not agree, they wanted him to suffer without Josh to complain to because Tyler’s only fricking friend’s always fricking busy with Debby.  Yesterday it was going on a cute romantic picnic with Debby. Thursday it was going to Taco bell, Tyler’s favorite fricking restaurant, with Debby. Wednesday it was studying for mid-terms with Debby after Josh had promised Tyler they would hang out. And it goes on up until last Friday when Debby asked out Josh to Starbucks, when Tyler had planned to stay up all night with his friend playing video games and laughing at nothing.

Brendon was friends with Josh, and Dallon was a friend of Brendon, Tyler didn’t really know either so when they asked him to come to their party, he was kind of surprised. After lunch period, where Josh said he was going to be with Debby tonight, Tyler gave his answer to Dallon. He was frustrated his only friend didn’t seem to have any time for him. All Tyler wanted to do was make out with some cute chick and maybe see if a vodka redbull tasted good or not. He did not expect to be aggressively grinding on Dallon, the literal human tree, to the sound of some bad pop music and drunk off his butt. Dallon seemed to be into Tyler’s dancing, the tree was grinding back and dragging his hands up and down Tyler’s torso. It felt good, Tyler liked this way better than what he did with Jenna, his only ex-girlfriend. Maybe it was because he was drunk, or maybe it was because he might actually not be as straight as he thought, but Tyler was extremely turned on. Both him and Dallon were sweating heavily, the song changed to some song about a toothbrush or something, it was faster and Dallon grinded against a spot that made Tyler loose all self control. He moaned softly, and kissed the tree human with everything he had. It was fricking amazing, way better than the three chicks that had kissed him. Definitely not straight, he decided. He pulled off of Dallon and giggled, telling the tall one that he was going to get another drink.

In the kitchen, realization struck. Tyler made out with a dude, Dallon’s a pretty chill one but Tyler hadn’t ever though he was going to be tasting the inside of his mouth. Also, Tyler liked the scratch of stubble and the harshness of Dallon’s lips, way better than any kisses he had ever had from girls. Maybe he’s gay. Well, obviously he’s gay or at least bi. He downed a cup of straight vodka, no redbull this time, before he walked back out.

Brendon walked over to him and high-fived him, “Dude, I didn’t know you liked dudes. Also nice, if I wasn’t dating Ryan I would definitely be all over that tall glass of lemonade.”

Tyler laughed at the big-foreheaded guy, “I didn’t know either,” he said. Well, he meant to say that, instead he said, completely against his will, something about how he wanted to kiss Brendon’s forehead. Obviously, he did at that moment, but that’s a weird thing to tell someone. Fortunately, Brendon just laughed it off.

“Hey what’s the deal with Josh and Debby?” Brendon asked, he looked kind of confused, Tyler wasn’t sure what of though.

“They’re dating. And now Josh can’t even make time to cuddle his best friend while we watch Star Wars  because he’s off on some romantic picnic with Debby. Damn, they probably kiss like me and Dallon did. Is it weird that I kind of wanted Josh to kiss me that way?” Tyler rambled, only some of his words entirely clear because he was very drunk.

“Y'know I saw Debby with that girl Jenna like, it was insane. They were making out earlier upstairs.”

Tyler made some sort of gasping/ coughing noise, really? Debby was cheating on Josh? Tyler absolutely had to call his friend about this, only to make sure Josh wasn’t going to get hurt. Yeah, that’s the only reason.

“Hey, Ty, wassup?” he was greeted with when he made it outside where it was slightly quieter.

“Hey Joshy babe, I’m gonna n-need you to p-pick me up!” well, it’s not entirely a lie.

“Are you drunk? What the frick, man?”wow, Josh seemed worried about him.  He wasn’t worried when Tyler was texting him about his parents two days ago.

“Now you c-care? You didn’t care w-when I was crying w-when I j-just wanted you to h-hug me after m-me, when- I d-dun know wh-at I’m s-saying, alright just. I’m at Beebo’s, the f-forehead’s house, can you pick me u-up?” Tyler honestly didn’t know what he was trying to say with that, he didn’t even remember what he called Josh for after he hung up.

He walked back into the party, he felt sad for some reason. He poured himself another red cup full of vodka and chugged it. Dallon walked into the kitchen with some red haired guy who was in Tyler’s art class, Gerald or something. Tyler didn’t hesitate to pin Dallon against the fridge and attack the tall one’s lips with his own. It didn’t feel like it did while they were dancing, it felt empty so Tyler kissed harder. Dallon put his hands right under Tyler’s butt, it felt different but good, then Dallon picked him up and Tyler didn’t have to look up to kiss the other anymore. He wrapped his legs around the tall one’s waist, the position was perfect for Tyler to roll his hips against Dallon’s, so he did. He earned a moan from the other, it was amazing to feel the hot breath against his lips. Dallon moved his swollen lips to leave sloppy, wet kisses down Tyler’s jaw. Tyler tried to hold back a loud moan when Dallon bit down against the skin on his neck. Way better than any girl could do. The tall one walked to one of the kitchen counters still sucking and biting on Tyler’s neck. It really was amazing. Tyler felt Dallon’s hands move from his thighs only for them to be replaced by a countertop. That freed Dallon’s hand, and with that freedom long fingers began moving under Tyler’s shirt and pinching his nipples. Tyler’s gasp turned into a moan, it was way louder than what was probably alright in someone else’s kitchen. He liked it, so much, it felt so good.

Someone coughed behind them, Tyler opened half-lidded eyes to see highlighter-yellow hair attached to his best friend. He smirked and rolled his hips into Dallon’s, he didn’t exactly know what he was thinking in his drunken haze but he put on a show for Josh. He moaned, gasped and let his hands roam all over Dallon’s body. All while staring at Josh.

“Hey, Ty, I’ve gotta head back so if you still need a ride, I’ll just be in my car for the next ten minutes or so,” Josh explained after Tyler had started to rub himself through his jeans, but the yellow haired teen didn’t leave.

“Sorry, Dally, I gotta go. I might make up for leaving you like this n-next time, you’d like my mouth on you wouldn’t you?” Tyler looked right at Josh when he said the last part.

Dallon nodded, and Josh hurried out of the kitchen. Tyler hopped off the counter and kissed Dallon one last time before setting off towards where he thought might be the front door. The outside Columbus air felt great, he was way too warm from being around so many people all at once. Tyler spotted Josh’s car but not the owner, so he leaned against the front tire while sitting on the curb with his eyes closed until he heard grass being crushed in front of him. He opened his eyes to see his best friend, silent tears falling from Josh’s eyes.

“H-hey, what’s up?” Tyler asked, he never liked to see Josh sad for any reason, he wanted to make his friend feel better.

“Debby,” was all he got in response, Brendon’s words came back into Tyler’s mind. Frick, no this was a situation worthy of a real curse word. Fuck.

“Dude, I’m sorry,” Tyler slurred his words, and then laughed at himself before remembering Josh was sad, “Hey, w-wanna cry together at my place?”

Tyler saw Josh furrow his eyebrows, but the highlighter-haired one unlocked the car and got in. The drunk boy hopped into the car as his friend turned the ignition. Tyler looked at Josh, taking in his features. His brown roots were starting to show, and it looked like three day hair. He giggled at the thought of Josh passing up on showers just to do nothing, then he remembered that Josh wasnt doing nothing, Josh was with Debby for those three days. He felt sad again, it was like a twist in his gut. It was probably because Josh was his only friend, ever and it was real then just how easily he could be forgotten from the mind of his best fricking friend. He thought he might be depressed, Josh had left him and he had no one for an entire week. Then he went to a stereotypical college party to get drunk out of his mind. That might be grounds of depression.

“You’re hair’s p-pretty, Joshy babe.”

That was what came out of all Tyler’s thoughts of abandonment, not that he was angry with Josh, he absolutely should be, or that he was scared that he could be alone so fast, but that he liked Josh’s hair. Josh laughed a little, probably at how ridiculous Tyler is. How needy and clingy Tyler was. How Tyler was annoying and a whore. He definitely was acting like a whore with Dallon, he was minutes from actually having sex with the tall one. He didn’t mean to be a whore. He just wanted to have fun and to not be sad anymore.

“I-” Tyler broke off into a sob “-I-i’m I’m s-sorry.”

Josh looked over at him, he was a pathetic mess. Sobbing over nothing, dragging Josh into his drunken mess. He kept repeating the apology until he couldn’t speak through the sobs anymore. Josh had pulled into a parking lot of some store, and that made Tyler want to cry more. His friend probably wanted to go to sleep, or cry over Debby, not have to babysit a clingy whore while he cries.

Josh rubbed circles on Tyler’s back, Tyler didn’t deserve to be comforted. He deserved to die like the weak little child he was, he couldn’t even hear the words his only friend was saying to him and that made him cry harder. Tyler kept trying to say he was sorry but the words weren’t coming out, why couldn’t he do anything right? It doesn’t make sense, why was he even crying? Because he’s weak and he doesn’t deserve anything. He doesn’t want Josh to have to baby him.

“G-go, j-just just go,” Tyler laughed, he didn’t want to have Josh wait for him like some spoiled brat.

Josh drove off towards his house, thankfully. Tyler was trying hard not to make anymore noise, he didn’t want to embarrass himself. Apparently, vodka makes him way more anxious, he never used to over analyze anything with Josh but then he was scared to talk to his friend or even make a fricking sound. The car was silent the next seven minutes, Tyler knew it had been exactly seven minutes because he had fixated his gaze on the digital clock where a car radio used to be before it got stolen. It was a solar powered clock the two had bought at Target, Tyler found it ridiculous to put a small clock where a giant hole was but Josh loved it. Then came the unbearable silence. After only a day of driving without a car radio, both had elected to just play music from their phones.

Now there was no music and Tyler was completely lost in his thoughts.

They pulled up into Josh’s driveway, his parents didn’t seem to be home so that would let Tyler cry as loud as he fricking pleased. Josh didn’t make any move to get out of the car so neither did Tyler, ten unbearably long seconds of awkward silence Tyler started to unbuckle the seat belt he didn’t remember putting on. Josh grabbed his arm before he could leave, keeping him in the car. Tyler was ready to apologize for anything, fricking heck, he messed with Josh at one am on a Saturday. He didn’t want to look at Josh.

“I’m so-” Tyler was starting to say before he was suddenly pulled into a hug.

“I love you, you know that? I love you,” Tyler felt some sort of hope in those words that maybe life couldn’t be that hard if Josh Dun loved him. He didn’t get it. He didn’t get how with a few words Josh could make him feel all fuzzy and warm.

Josh pulled back from the hug but Tyler never wanted to let go. He wanted to hold his friend forever, and feel arms around him so he knows that someone loves him. Tyler pushed his forehead against Josh’s, it was uncomfortable maneuvering around the car’s interior.

“I love you too, Josh.”

He had said those words before, but this time felt different. Not only because of the vodka redbulls, but he felt everything in that moment. The slight choke of Josh’s breath, the way Josh’s eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips. Tyler felt everything in that moment. And nothing could ever top the feeling of Josh’s lips.

@kee-ly99

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[elliotthezubat]

DEATH CITY DAYS CHAPTER 54

poe siblings, first day of school, the eyes of god, and other such scenarios

Akutagawa: *splashing water on his face* -he's alone in the washroom- Akutagawa: "..." *looks at the mirror, checking his eyes* atsushi?: ..... Akutagawa: "...Is that really you?" -no answer- Akutagawa: "...I demand you speak." ???: ya? Akutagawa: "?!! ...That was...surprising." mafioso: *getting out of the bathroom* what? Akutagawa: *death glare* -elsewhere- Yohei: *snores* chie:....*smiles and puts blanket over him* get some rest, hun. Yohei: *sleeps a bit easier, turning over towards her* chie: *smooch* love you. Yohei: "Mmm...Love you, too..." -elsewhere- Gopher: *shaking* kotone:...brother? inori: is something wrong? Gopher: "Wh-What? I...just had a chill..." inori:....did you wish to speak about it? Gopher: "...I was remembering...pain." inori: ..... Gopher: "...I sometimes get afraid I'll be...hurt again..." {?l?se: mother loves you....so much...} Gopher: *inhales sharply, falls back* "I-I...What...?" inori: ?! eibon: is something the matter, my child? D8> Gopher: *shivers* "M-Mother...?" eibon: ?? *small hug* Gopher: *holding on, crying* eibon: *humming* Gopher: *calming down...* -elsewhere- Wes: *chopping vegetables* -elsewhere- Relan: *sipping tea* -elsewhere- Jacqueline: *hugging the toilet* @~@ kim: yikes. Jacqueline: "I bet that stupid raccoon got me sick...Or people bringing books into the bathroom...Who does that...?" -elsewhere- Montgomery: *vacuuming* -elsewhere- justin: *reading* oriko: *looking at the windows* *Knock knock* justin: hmm? Giriko: "Yo! I brought a baby!" justin: eh? owo; anna: ... justin: oh, why hello there. anna:.....*unimpressed* justin: ^^;;;;; Giriko: "See? She likes you! Say hi to Uncle Justin, Anna!" anna: T_T oriko: hnn? O.O~? Giriko: "???" *holds Anna close* "Ah, sweetie--you not feeling well?" -elsewhere- Konro: "Okay, good work!" shinra: *phew* Arthur: *turns off the flame on Excalibur* "Glad, too...Agility tests have my legs screaming." tamaki: *streeeetch* Relan: *running in place* "I still feel pretty energized..." -elsewhere- Shotaro: *looking in the box* "One Pop Tart left..." mana: time to do a snack run? Shotaro: *nods* "I got 20 dollars." -elsewhere- Dazai: "..." atsushi: ...... Dazai: *sighs* "Chubby penguin..." atsushi: .....i dont follow? Dazai: "I needed something to break the ice." atsushi:....ah... Dazai: "Something on your mind? You were quiet since the cemetery." atsushi:...just thinking....was odasaku...the reason you- Dazai: "Left the Mafia?" atsushi:...*hard gulps and nods* Dazai: "It was one reason. There were many...The donuts were stale." *weak smile* atsushi: ...was odasaku a good person?.....s-sorry if im opening old wounds at all... Dazai: "...He was honorable." atsushi:....ah... Dazai: "He...had a no-kill rule." atsushi: *listening* Dazai: "He told me, 'A writer who gives stories to the world cannot be someone who ends the stories of others.' ...He wanted to be a writer. He said it better than I just did--since I'm not a writer." atsushi:..... Dazai: "...Guess what his ability was." atsushi:....foresight? Dazai: "??? Yes..." atsushi:...ah... Dazai: "...We lost him." atsushi: *listening* Dazai: "He...Orphans." atsushi: ?? Dazai: "He tried to protect them...then..." atsushi:....oh.... Dazai: "...They were murdered." atsushi: !!!! *eyes wide in shock* Dazai: "He...avenged them, at the cost of his life...his dream...his writing." atsushi:....*tears falling* Dazai: "..." *offers a tissue* atsushi:....*sniff* Dazai: "...You'd have liked him..." atsushi:....i think so too... odasaku:....*pats his back* Dazai: "..." *sniff* odasaku:.....you're going a good job so far, dazai. atsushi:..... Dazai: *wipes his eyes, exhales* atsushi:....did you want to go home now? Dazai: "...Yeah." -elsewhere- Vulcan: *muttering in his sleep* karin: ?? Vulcan: "N-No...Get back here..." karin: vulcan? Vulcan: *throws his arm out* "Stop!" *looks around* "..." *he's covered in sweat* karin: *shaking him* vul, get a hold of yourself! Vulcan: "!!! ...S-Sorry...Nightmare." karin:....*pats his back* wanna talk about it? Vulcan: "...This really creepy robot...with Giovanni's face growing out of it...and Dad's..." *shudders* karin: easy there..... Vulcan: "Th-That wasn't all..." karin: ?? Vulcan: "The robot...had Lisa prisoner." karin:...*pats his back* Vulcan: "...More tech to build...Stop Giovanni..." karin: ok...but dont overwork yourself, ok? Vulcan: "I won't..." *picks up a wrench* -elsewhere- Kid: *nom nom* lord death: how is it, kiddo? Kid: *thumbs up* "Delicious!" -elsewhere- Poe: owo;;;; "...That's a tall stairway..." rowena: indeed. Poe: "I'm amazed you climb it so easily..." rowena: takes practice. Poe: "I guess...Like writing a bit each day..." ???: oh, fancy seeing you here, sir. Poe: o\\\\\\\\o "...Hi." rowena: ??....brother....did you finally get a girlfriend? lana: eh? o.o~? Poe: *covers Rowena's mouth* "H-H-Hi, Miss Lana! This is my sister! Ha ha ha! She's so funny, isn't she?" rowena: >n< lana: oh, you didnt tell me you had a sister. she looks a lot like you. ^^ Poe: ^^ *nod nod* "We do. Inherited the looks from our parents..." *lets go of Rowena* "...How are you?" lana: well, i just got off work, so im just running some errands before calling it a day. Poe: owo;;;;; "MY SISTER AND I WERE GOING TO GET COFFEE!" lana: i see. want me to go with you? i know a great place. Poe: *nod nod* "Th-That would be helpful--since we're still not used to Death City yet. Right, Rowena?" rowena: *nods* lana: alright, then just follow me. -elsewhere- Jacqueline: *in bed, wrapped in a blanket, shivering* kim: i got some medicinal herbs from the shop. Jacqueline: "Th-Thanks..." *coughs* -elsewhere- kirako: *humming to herself*...hmm? oh, atsushi, dazai, fancy seeing you out here. atsushi:.... *looks at the ground* hi, miss kirako... Dazai: "..." *waves* "Hey." kirako:...is everything alright? Dazai: "Just...dealing with something from long ago." kirako:.....should i come over later, or....? Dazai: "...Whatever." *sits* kirako:.....*worried* Dazai: "..." *closes his eyes, leans back* -that evening- atsushi: *laying awake* ..... odasaku: cant sleep? atsushi:.....*shakes head* odasaku: .....cant say i blame you. atsushi:.....why me? why are you here in my head? odasaku:....you could use it. atsushi: ?? odasaku: these past months, you've been trying to get out of trouble by running away. atsushi:.....i guess that makes me a coward, huh...? i know, im too scared to fight... odasaku: ....i'll give you some advice. dont be someone who fights people. be someone who protects people. atsushi:..... *Knock knock* atsushi:....door's open. Kyoka: *yawn* -____- atsushi:...cant sleep either? Kyoka: *shakes her head* "I heard you talking..." atsushi:...just...thinking out loud. Kyoka: "..." *sits by his bed* "...Want to talk?" atsushi:.......it's the voice in my head... Kyoka: "...What?" atsushi:...*shakes head* im worried about dazai... Kyoka: "And this 'voice' has told you to be concerned for him?" atsushi:....*nods* i think that it brought something up from dazai's past... Kyoka: "...Is it something he can move past?" atsushi:....i dont know. -elsewhere- kirako: ah.... =////T how's that? Dazai: "L-Lower..." kirako: ok. *rubbing her hands down his sides to his hips* Dazai: *sighs, groans* "Y-Yeah..." *his hand reaches for her...* kirako: *soft sigh* did you want me to...y'know...? Dazai: "Yes..." kirako: ok. *lick* Dazai: *shivers, lies back* "Ah~" kirako: like that? Dazai: "Y-Yeah...You're doing gr-great-Ah!" kirako: ^^ glad to hear... *bobbing her head* Dazai: *his hands rest along her head...he moans, trying to match her* kirako: u////u Dazai: *he's getting harder...he throbs a bit as..." kirako: >/////< Dazai: "A-Ah!!!" kirako: >////o *swallowing* *pants* h-how was that? Dazai: "..." *small smile* "You are amazing..." kirako: 7/////7 t-thanks....feeling any better? Dazai: "..." *nods* "That...reduced a lot of stress and pressure..." *puts his hand along her neck...* kirako: *smiles* good to know. is that all you needed tonight or no? Dazai: "I could ask you the same...Anything _you_ needed?" kirako: cant think of anything right away. i guess i wanted to help you take your mind off things. ^^; Dazai: "...I appreciate that...I owe you, whenever...whatever you want..." *rests a hand on her knee* kirako: ok. when i think of something, i'll let you know. *smiles* see you tomorrow then? Dazai: "...Could you stay?" kirako:...*sly grin* still need comfort or are you just horny? Dazai: *smirks* "Maybe both?" *rests a hand on her hip* kirako: ...*small chuckle* you hornball. but alright. Dazai: *pulls her down* -elsewhere- Kid: *turns in bed* "Mm..." stocking: *nuzzle* u///w///u Kid: =w= *cuddles* -elsewhere- Hyde: *sleep-walking into the kitchen* romina: hmm? Hyde: *opens pantry, takes out cookies...* *nom nom* -elsewhere- Kyoka: "Zzz..." atsushi:.....(odasaku: 'dont be someone who fights people. be someone who protects people') ..... Kyoka: *turns over, shivers* atsushi:....*small hug* Kyoka: *calms down...holds on to him in her sleep* -elsewhere- kirako: zzzzz.... Dazai: *staring up at the ceiling, half-awake* "..." -morning- Kyoka: "Zzz..." *yawns, opens her eyes, looks around* "...I want cereal." atsushi: *already working on that* school starts tomorrow... Kyoka: "Ah. Are you ready?" atsushi:...yeah. Kyoka: "...Still worried about something?" atsushi: guess im just nervous about school starting. Kyoka: "..." *pats his head* "You will be fine." atsushi: *smiles* thanks Kyoka: "I will be there to support you as well. And to protect you." *holds up a taser* atsushi: ^^; -elsewhere- Kid: *still sleeping* stocking: ....*small forehead kiss* Kid: "Mmm~" *opens his eyes* "...Beautiful." stocking: morning handsome~<3 Kid: "Morning." *smooch* "Sleep well?" stocking: yep. you? Kid: "Especially well." *hug* stocking: mmm~<3 Kid: *pats her back* "Looking forward to classes?" stocking: yeah, especially given all that's been happening with these eyes. *sigh* Kid: "..." *holds her hand* "Every little bit of work can help..." stocking: right. *smiles* Kid: "But you need to eat first...Muffins and pancakes?" -elsewhere- kouyou: chuuuya~ time to get up~ ^^ Chuuya: "Nnn...Five more minutes..." *pulls up sheets* kouyou: ...golden demon, please get chuuya out of bed. Chuuya: *eyes break open* *small voice* "Oh no..." golden demon: *picks him up by the collar* ... kouyou: good morning~ Chuuya: ._____. "Morning...I'd like to be put down now." golden demon:... *drops him back onto the bed* kouyou: did you sleep well last night? Chuuya: "Until you woke me, sure...Wish I had drunk tea beforehand, though..." kouyou: shall i prepare some for you? Chuuya: *nod nod* -elsewhere- Dazai: "Good morning!" atsushi: morning. *smiles* Dazai: *hug* atsushi: eh? o.o ??? Dazai: *pulls back* "It's a new day!" *he's smiling...is it authentic?* atsushi: i guess so...cant believe im actually starting school tomorrow... Dazai: "Nervous about new experiences?" atsushi: hard not to be... Dazai: *head pat* "Won't know what you can do until you try, though. Treat this as an experiment." atsushi:...ooookay? ._.; Dazai: "And while you're at the DWMA, see which are the best ways to commit suicide." atsushi: *sweatdrop* riiiight. Dazai: "And give my best to Marie and Christa." ^^ atsushi: will do. kirako: ^^; Dazai: "...Oh!" *stilted voice* "Hello there, Kirako. How are you?" kirako: pretty good this morning. you feeling any better? Dazai: *nod nod* "Yes, I am. Thank you--for asking." *wink* kirako: ^^ atsushi: kunikida, anything come in? Kunikida: *hands him paper* "Your mission for tomorrow, after school." atsushi: ok then. *nods and examines the paper* *It lists a number of groceries, cleaning items...* atsushi: *sweatdrop* thanks... odasaku: could have been worse. atsushi: (thinking: yeah no kidding -_-; ) Kunikida: "You will be delivering those to that cafe where your girlfriend works." atsushi: wait what? O///O ?! Kyoka: *death glare* Kunikida: "The cafe where Montgomery works?" atsushi: yeah...there. ._.; odasaku:... yeeeah im not touching that. atsushi: -_-; (thinking: some guardian angel YOU are...) Kunikida: "So focus on that mission and not get distracted by whatever 'extracurriculars.'" atsushi: alright then? ^^; Dazai: "Then when you get back from school, we can see which missions I have! Maybe a murder!" atsushi: alright then. -elsewhere- Relan: "So, Miss Fang-Hua is leading today's training?" fang-hua: yep. we're just going to be doing a relay race around asakusa. Arthur: "...But that gives the advantage to Shinra. That can't be fair." fang-hua: he'll be in the last stretch. shinra: it's kind of like the races during the school sports festivals where you pass off the baton to the next person, right? Relan: "...I always dropped the baton." O~O shinra: its alright, i believe in you! *thumbs up* Relan: *smiles* "R-Right..." Tsukiyo: *holding a starter pistol* "On your marks..." -elsewhere- Rin: "Then you can try this dish--oh! And this one! And that one, too! And dessert!" madoka: wow. izumo: can you even afford all this? Rin: "I...asked Stocking for a favor..." ^^; *holds up a credit card* izumo: D8 is that... shura: a gold card D8 HOW DID YOU- Rin: "Heh heh...Payback time..." shura: you little shit. Rin: "Buy whatever you want, guys! It's on the person whose name is on the card!" -elsewhere- Mephisto: "Yay! I won the bid!" *seated at his computer* "Now, I just need my credit card, and I--" *checks his wallet* o___O "WHERE'S MY CREDIT CARD?!" maid: right here, sir. Mephisto: *quickly types his information and--* *Computer makes happy music* Mephisto: "Huzzah!" *confetti explodes out of his chair* “SUCCESS!” -elsewhere- Anya: *packing her bookbag* -elsewhere- Tool: "Mana, did Emine get his school uniform?" mana: yeah, but he doesnt want to wear it....he's burning it right now... Tool: "?!!! Does he know how much that thing cost?!!!" *grabs a bucket, floods it with water, runs to Emine's room* -elsewhere- Jacqueline: *turns over, yawns* -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: *in human form* "They're really running..." reimi: they sure are... tamaki: *passing the baton off to sayu, who takes off in a sprint* Relan: *panting as he tries to pass off the baton* -elsewhere- Vulcan: *half awake, holding up some half-constructed robo-doll* "This is Li'l Metal Molly. She's four years old and wants to be your friend. Want to have tea with her?" Akitaru: "...He didn't sleep at all last night?" karin: no. he has not. im getting worried... Akitaru: "Maybe have the medical team take a look at him? Some medicine could help." Vulcan: *sets down 'Molly' at a table* "And who is this?" *holds up a taxidermy squirrel* "It's Ignatius P. Nutty! Hello, Iggy!" *high-pitched voice* " 'Hello, Vulcan'!" karin: what medical team? Akitaru: "We got to have a few people still in the area who can treat him." karin: maybe call the medic from squad 0? maki: we seriously need a medical team... Takehisa: "Already calling Squad 0...They should be here soon..." -elsewhere- Giriko: *holding up Anna* "That good?" anna: ^u^ arachne: ^^ Giriko: "And what do you see, Anna?" *turns Anna around* anna: mama! arachne: hi, sweetie. *small wave* Giriko: "That's right!" *lowers Anna, handing her to Arachne* arachne: *hugs* anna: ^o^ -elsewhere- Mori: Q~Q "...What else can go wrong?" -elsewhere- Gopher: *sighs* "That's better..." eibon: that's good to know. *smiles* Gopher: *nods* "A bit of cleaning can ease my mind." *the books are alphabetized by author* ^^ -elsewhere- Black Star: "Okay, that takes care of the food..." *crosses it off the list* "Time for the checkout." -elsewhere- Yukio: *rubbing his eyes* "Can't figure this out..." kyouko: ?? Yukio: "Todo needed additional security options to get to this sensitive intelligence..." kyouko: ah. Yukio: *leans back* "Can't figure this out..." -elsewhere- Montgomery: *looking at class schedule* "Hmph. Look a little boring..." employee: you got a letter, lucy. Montgomery: "???" *takes it, opens it* letter: dear lucy, congratulations on getting into school! we're very proud of how far you've come so far. keep up the good work, sincerely, fitzgerald and louisa. Montgomery: "..." Q~Q employee: is everything alright? Montgomery: "I'M HAVING AN EMOTIONAL BREAKTHROUGH!" >\\\\< employee: O-O; Montgomery: *snot coming out of her nose* "M-May I take your order, you bastard?" blue haired guy: .....*writing down* <coffee please.> Montgomery: "Okay...House blend?" blue haired guy:.....<sure.> Montgomery: "Sugar? Milk?" -elsewhere- Wes: *sips wine* liz: enjoying yourself? Wes: *smiles* "With you? Always." liz: oh you~ Wes: *kisses her cheek* "How's work been today?" -elsewhere- Dazai: *asleep at desk* *snore* atsushi: ^^; Kunikida: *pulls out airhorn* "..." everyone: *covering their ears* *BLAAAAAAAAAHRRRR* Dazai: O______O *leaps up* "AAAAAH!" *bangs his head against the ceiling* Kunikida: "That was your wake-up call to get back to work." Dazai: *looks around...then falls from the ceiling* "...Owie." -elsewhere- Kepuri: *picks up a doll* "So, you put souls into these things?" medea: not as a prison, but as a vessel to communicate through, though there have been cases of possession of another person. Kepuri: "??? People...possessing someone else's body?" Q~Q medea:....sorry. i didnt mean to reopen any old wounds. akaderu: *hugs kepuri and glares at medea* Kepuri: *nod nod* "...How long you been doing this?" medea: since i was young. my mother taught me. Kepuri: "So, is it genetic or trained?" medea: my mother is a practitioner of mystic arts. the members of my mother's side of the family have been trained in such practices for generations. Kepuri: o_o; "...Huh. So, you can do things in addition to soul transference?" medea: depends on what you ask. Kepuri: "Is it possible to bring back the body?" medea: ....there are specific requirements. mostly the soul must still be attached to the body, as if refusing to pass on. but there are occasions such as mr agey. Kepuri: "...Oh yeah. That thing." -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *looking over his books* gin: *smiles* Akutagawa: "??? What?" gin: oh, am i being proud of you too loudly? Akutagawa: -\\\\\- "...Funny." gin: ^^ we didnt get to go to school like most kids. im happy for you. Akutagawa: "..." *hug* gin: *hug* higuchi:... congrats, ryunosuke. Akutagawa: "...Oh. Thank you." *bow* higuchi: 737 if you guys ever needed a tutor, i'd be more than happy to help. Akutagawa: "...I am certain of that. You are knowledgeable in many topics." higuchi: then i'll do my best! Akutagawa: "Yes, you will." *small smile* -elsewhere- Kuro: -_-; "Why do you have to go back to school?" -elsewhere- yana: hmm? oho. *has a laser pointer*.....*turns it on and aims it at the wall* -running can be heard- ???: 8D *RAMS INTO THE WALL FACE FIRST* yana: *snickers* FD: "???" barkova: @u@ yana: just having fun with the laser pointer. FD: -_-;;; "That's kinda cruel." yana: then again, we arent exactly 'good people' FD: "..." *takes the laser pointer, points it at the wall* barkova: *BAM* 8D FD: "...Need to do more training, or Barkova will just keep at it..." yana: yikes. FD: "Barkova, sit." barkova: *doing so* 8D FD: "Speak." barkova: *BARKING* zoey: ...... FD: "Zoey, do you want to give Barkova a command?" -elsewhere- Chuuya: *adjusting his tie* mafioso: congrats on starting school, man. Chuuya: -_-; "I don't know why I'm doing this." mafioso: consider it info recon. Chuuya: "...Okay, that is a bit easier to accept." -elsewhere- Meme: *in her new uniform* "How is it?" mio: *blush* looks good. Meme: *smiles* "So does yours." mio: t-thanks. -elsewhere- Shotaro: "Lin, you going to school?" -elsewhere- shinra: *weird hand gesture* kyukyuuuuuu >3< hikage: there's no difference. hinata: he's just making faces like an idiot! shinra: -_- *tries a different gesture* -fwoom- shinra: hell yeah! rock on! >u< Relan: ^\\\^ Arthur: D8 Benimaru: "...Not terrible." shinra: ^u^ well, i noticed you do hand signals like this too. so i thought i'd try it out. -rock on signal- shinra: >u< this is so cool! kind of reminds me of something i saw in a tv show once. Relan: *claps his hands* "Yay!" Benimaru: "Oh. My hand signs? Yes, I use those to guide the energy in my body..." shinra: ?? kabuki: do you wish to explain or shall i? Benimaru: "You explain." kabuki: in the art of 'genkoku', there are several hand signs, each with different effects. one such sigh, the tiger sign, increases power to the legs. Benimaru: "That's the one I use for jumping higher." shinra: *listening* tamaki: whats it look like? Benimaru: *folds down his index finger and thumb* shinra: *doing the same* Benimaru: "This will transfer more energy in your body to your feet, which will strengthen the flames there." tamaki: i see. -fwoom- shinra: *focused* sayu: woah! Konro: *watching* "..." Victor: "Woot!" shinra: *flying up* Arthur: o__O "A dragon!" Relan: *gasps* tamaki: *also making the sign* (thinking: im not going to get left in the dust, idiot. im gonna prove myself...) *thinking of amber, burns, and arthur* (thinking: i have to prove myself!) *jumps up into the air, doing a spin and landing on the roof on her hands and feet* Tsukiyo: *clapping* "Good work, Tamaki!" Arthur: "...Wow..." *clapping* tamaki: ^w^ Arthur: "...I don't know that will work for me, seeing as I need my hands for my sword." *he's holding Excalibur in his right hand* tamaki: -_-; wrong hand, doofus. Arthur: "...Oh, right." *holds it in his left* shinra: *lands back on the ground* Relan: "You were amazing!" shinra: aww shucks. ^///w///^ Benimaru: "Now that you have discovered some impenetrable skills, you and Tamaki need to name them." shinra: kicker kick! tamaki: that sounds so stupid. shinra: 7-7 i panicked, ok!? Benimaru: "I agree." Relan: *holding back a laugh* shinra: Q3Q Relan: *pats his back* tamaki: as for me... well....how about 'cat-afornia roll'? shinra:... *bursts out laughing* Relan: *can't hold it back, doubled-over laughing* Arthur: "...Cat-melot?" shinra: OH MY GOD THAT ONES EVEN WORSE!! X'D tamaki: --# yu: *sweatdrop* Benimaru: "Well, I think that is all for today--" *Benimaru turns away...* sayu: *eye glint* HUWA! *jumps* Benimaru: *grabs her by her ankle, holding her up* sayu: whee! ^u^ kirei: ^^; Benimaru: "Maybe don't shout when trying to do a surprise attack on your opponent, small one." sayu: okaaaay. -elsewhere- Rin: *snores* shura: .... *notices something slipped under the door* ?? *it's a letter*.....hmmm... *puts it on the bed stand* -after she leaves his room- shura:.... !! eh? spotty four eyes?! adrian: heyo, shuran! seiya: hello, miss kirigakure. gilda: *small waves* applebee: hey. Yukio: "Where is Rin?" shura: he's in his room, sleeping right now. Yukio: "Then I will wake him..." -elsewhere- Poe: *sipping tea...hand shaking* karl: o^o~? rowena: so how long have you two known each other? lana: a few months i guess. rowena: ah, i see. Poe: *nod nod* "We met when I captured her in a book! ...That came out all wrong." rowena: ... o.o lana: yeah, that was.....interesting *sweatdrop* Poe: ^^;;; "At least no one died...I mean, no one non-fictional." lana: yeeeah. ^^; rowena: ah. Poe: *ahem* "...I could always show you other books! I have ones without murder!" *holds up a romance novel* "..." *puts it down* "I mean...um..." *awkward cough* lana: ^^ -elsewhere- Dazai: "Dinner!" atsushi: awesome! Dazai: "Yep! I told you I can cook good!" *sets down pasta* -elsewhere- Medusa: "..." neian: zzzz..... Medusa: "...Will you hate me?" neian: zzzz.... Medusa: "..." *holds Neian's tiny hand* neian: =u= Medusa: "I love you..." -elsewhere- Relan: *stretches* "I think that's progress..." shinra: sure is. *smiles* you did great out there today. Relan: ^\\\^ "Th-Thanks...I was able to get better balance when kicking..." shinra: ^///^ Relan: *pats Shinra's arm* "You're getting more muscular." shinra: *blush* Relan: ^^ "I think the work-out is paying off. You'll be faster..." -elsewhere- Mori: *whistles, as he walks through hall* naoya: *chewing gum* Mori: "??? Why are you always chewing gum?" naoya: *shrugs* helps me remember stuff. Mori: " 'Remember'? How so?" naoya: y'know, chewing certain flavors in certain situations can help you remember stuff. read it in a coffee table book once. Mori: "...Huh. Well...Could you please stop leaving your gum wads under the table." -_-; naoya: im making a mural. Mori: "WHO PUTS A MURAL UNDERNEATH A TABLE?!" naoya: me, apparently. -elsewhere- Sakuya: *sneezes* -elsewhere- Vulcan: *snoring* karin: *small smile* nozomi: how is he? Vulcan: "Zzz..." =w= karin: doing better now. Akitaru: "He can take as much time as he needs to recuperate...All the tech he's made is great!" -elsewhere- Kunikida: *looking at birthday gift* -it's a new pen set- Kunikida: "...They get me." *takes out pen, writes on pad* -elsewhere- Rino: *waves* "Hey, Blair." blair: hey rino~ soul: ah, friend of yours? Rino: "Yo. I'm Rino." *waves at Soul* "You know Blair, too?" soul: yeah. kind of a long story. blair: i guess im something of a 2nd mother to him~ soul: 7-7; Rino: *snort laugh* "Y-Yeah, I can see the resemblance..." *sits down* "So, Soul, what do you do?" soul: well, i've been planning on becoming a death scythe. just a little more to go yet. but aside from that, i work at the megalo mart. Rino: "Oh, you're a weapon? Who...works at Megalo Mart? Jeez, and I thought my work sucked." soul: oh, i actually graduated school. Rino: "That has to be nice...I'm still in classes." soul: ah. -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: *counting dollar bills* alcott: i think today went pretty well! Fitzgerald: *small smile* "Quite. We are on the pathway to success. I think this warrants a celebration." -elsewhere- Kyoka: *puts her uniform on a hanger, finishes packing her bookbag* atsushi: *getting his stuff set up* Kyoka: "Do you have lunch ready?" atsushi: *nods* Kyoka: *nods* "Good. Then that is everything to finish before bed." atsushi: yeah. Kyoka: *yawn* "Okay...I'll get ready..." =_= -elsewhere- Kid: *writing notes* stocking:....*smirks and licks along his outer ear rim to the lobe* Kid: o\\\\\\o *shivers excitedly* "A-Ah~" stocking: gotcha~ Kid: "Y-Yes, you did..." *tilts back in his chair, looking at her...smiles* stocking: *smiles and smooches him* Kid: *smooch* *small moan* stocking: getting turned on already~? Kid: ^\\\\^ "What can I say? I'm Stocking-sexual..." stocking:.....*laughing* *snort laugh* ok my god kid, you're too adorable for your own good sometimes! Kid: ^^;; "Thank you..." *holds her hand* -elsewhere- Hyde: *holds a ventriloquist dummy that resembles Licht* "I got my own dummy!" licht: ...yeah, it really is a dummy. the puppet's a nice touch. Hyde: "THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT!" Puppet Licht: "Yes it is." Hyde: "QUIET, BLOCKHEAD!" -elsewhere- Emine: *yawn, walking to his bedroom* -later, late at night- Shotaro: "Zzz..." -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *turning in bed* atsushi?: *smiles* Akutagawa: "...You're here?" atsushi?: why wouldnt i be? Akutagawa: "Because...I never think you want to be around me." atsushi?: *hug* what is it you want now? Akutagawa: .\\\\. "J-Just this?" atsushi?: *smiles, holding him* Akutagawa: "..." *hug, sighs* =w= -elsewhere- Kid: "Mmm..." *hug* stocking: zzzzz =u= Kid: *yawn* "Zzz..." =w= -morning- Kyoka: *poke poke* "Wake up." atsushi: *yaaaawn* Kyoka: "You don't want to be late for school." atsushi: ah! right! Kyoka: *nod* "I am finishing breakfast. Go shower." -and so, in the assembly hall- Chuuya: *adjusting his tie* -_-; lord death: welcome to the DWMA! for some of you, this is the first step into the next chapter of your lives, and for others, it is a continuation. atsushi: *listening* Kyoka: *staring* "..." ("I want his mask.") lord death: there are very many experiences waiting for you here. and we wish you all the best. and dont forget; a sound soul, dwells within a sound mind, and a sound body. -soon, the students went to their first class- atsushi: *looks at the schedule* ah, seems we have homeroom together, kyouka! Kyoka: "That's good. I wonder who else--" atsushi: ah! here we are! *goes into the classroom* Akutagawa: ._. atsushi: ...... .___.;;; *sitting away from akutagawa* Akutagawa: Q~Q Kyoka: "..." *Someone taps the back of Atsushi's head* atsushi: so who's the teach-er? *turns* Montgomery: *waves* "Hey. Same class, huh?" atsushi: owo;;;;; yeeeah.... (thinking: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!) odasaku: well, this is awkward. atsushi: (thinking: NO SHIT!) Kyoka: *glares at Kyoka* "Doll Girl." Montgomery: "!!! ...Shorty." *electric glare between Kyoka and Montgomery* atsushi: *caught in the middle* [atsushi stress level: 78] *The door opens, revealing the teacher...* atsushi: *looks* Stein: "Hello, students. Are you ready to begin?" atsushi: O_O;;; (thinking: THAT LOOKS PAINFUL) -in another class- Anya: *looking around* licht: hey. yana: *leaning back in her chair* hmm? Anya: "Oh. Hello Yana..." *blushes* "L-Licht..." ao: good morning. tsugumi: hi there licht. ^^ *has her hair done in a ponytail* Meme: "Who's ready for learning?!" mio: yaaaay. *unamused tone* Meme: "???" *slight nudge at shoulder* Anya: *tries to sit next to Licht...* ao: ah, seems the teacher is in. Naigus: "Hello, class. Please have a seat. We start this new semester--" yana: *looking around at her classmates* Hyde: *is already asleep* -in another class- kirika: *looking out the window* Gopher: *hands folded in front of him* .w. rowena: *taking notes* Sid: "And that's how souls can empower the body." rowena: *writing things down* -elsewhere- marie: does anyone have any questions? mono: 7-7 Chuuya: *raises his hand* marie: yes? mr ozaki? Chuuya: "How can this technique be used offensively?" marie: oh? -elsewhere- Iida: "Oh, hello, Ochako." ochako: hey iida! time for another school year! Iida: "Yes! As class representative, I will do all that is necessary for the safety, security, education, and enjoyment of our classmates!" *wild hand gestures* -applause- Izuku: "So cool..." Bakugo: -_-; "So dorky..." -class 1-B- itsuka: so let's all do our best to succeed this year! Monoma: T~T ibara: indeed. tetsutetsu: hell yeah! pony: *claps* kinoko: dude, that's rad. Manga: *thumbs up* -elsewhere- higuchi:... Mori: "I don't see everyone working..." higuchi: i am working, sir. -_-; naoya: .... ?? Mori: "Hard to tell, Higuchi, when you're mind seems to be elsewhere. And Naoya, I'm still expecting that file." naoya: yeah, i got it right here. *she's out of sight, and slips something into her jacket pocket* Mori: "Well, bring it here..." *looking at other files* naoya: *hands him the file* -elsewhere- Kid: "How is the school day starting, Father?" lord death: off to a good start, so far! Kid: *looks around the Death Room* "Is there...anything I should do?" lord death: perhaps help those who are struggling with getting around? Kid: *nods* "I have the layout of the Academy memorized--I'll get to work!" *departs* -at lunch- atsushi: i'll have some chazuke please! Cook: "Coming right up!" Kyoka: *shiny eyes* "So many options..." Montgomery: Q~Q "I want one of everything..." -elsewhere- higuchi: *checking her mail*....??? -there is a small red book placed inside- higuchi:..... *sticks it in her bag* Tachihara: "Yo. Haven't seen you today." higuchi: oh, hey tachihara. Tachihara: "Weird that two of our peeps are in school." higuchi: yeah. it's kind of surreal. Tachihara: "I was never much for school. I learned everything I needed to on the street, not in dumb books." higuchi: i see. Tachihara: " 'Course, some things I do read..." *eyebrow wiggle* higuchi:... -_-; Tachihara: "What you read?" higuchi: a few poems. Tachihara: *nod nod* "Some old and flowery?" -elsewhere- izumi: *examining books* Jacqueline: "Find everything okay?" izumi: *nods* yep. Jacqueline: "If you need anything, feel free to ask." *smiles* "I'm Jackie." izumi: *smiles* nice to meet you, miss jackie. Jacqueline: "Likewise. How are you adjusting to the school?" izumi: pretty well. kind of exciting... *glances at the plaque on the wall....solemn face* Jacqueline: "???" *her eyes follow* "...Oh." izumi: ...i have a lot to work up to... Jacqueline: "...Maka was one of a kind. And this school has students of many varieties..." izumi:....*nods* i wish i could have met her. Jacqueline: *nods* "She was very personable." -elsewhere- Dazai: "So boooooooring...They're in school and not here..." yosano: well, they could use the experience. Dazai: "What could they learn there that I couldn't teach them here? I could make my own school here!" -elsewhere- Hibana: *sighs* "Quieter here with so many people out..." gabriella: yeah. Hibana: "It's lonesome..." *picks up a file...and drops it* "And paperwork is boring." -later, after school let out- Montgomery: "And I need that delivery to the cafe..." atsushi: *nods* Montgomery: "So make sure it is there on time, okay?" *approaching the steps* o___o "...So many..." -that evening- higuchi: *examining the book* .... -it was a journal, tied with a ribbon. there was a name written on it. 'Shizuka Kanei'- higuchi:....*examining* -may 3, [the year is faded out]; i wore the new hair ribbon mr mori had given me the other day. he said it really suited me. im so glad he thinks so.- higuchi: *cringe* -may 11; apparently some incident occurred involving 'mimic'. ace accused mr mori of slacking off, but what does that squinty little snob know? mr mori asked me to stay the night, and i happily obliged- -may 12; mr mori has a plan to deal with the whole 'mimic' situation, and get our license in the process. i admire how intelligent he is.- -may 16; im not too fond of that brat, elise. mr mori dotes so much on her. it makes me jealous. but i shouldnt let it bother me, i know mr mori really does care for me.- -may 24; we did it! we got our license! im so proud of mr mori for how much he has accomplished. he tells me he couldnt have done it without my help. i admit, i felt tingly when he told me this. i spent the night with him again too. the way he touches me sends chills up my spine- higuchi: *trying not to gag* -may 25; dazai left. mr mori isnt pleased.- -may 26; mr mori sent me a bouquet of roses today! he said he wanted to apologize for being so rough with me the other day. i already forgave him though.- higuchi: *going through more pages* -august 27; mr mori invited me to his quarters tonight. he says he has something very important to ask of me. my heart is pounding so fast. with luck, i will be writing my next entry as mrs shizuka mori- higuchi:....*turns the page.....her stomach drops* -blood. blood stains the page, as well as a bloody message....a poem....in mori's handwriting- *Phone rings* higuchi: *almost jumps out of her skin* !!!! *looks at the caller ID* Chuuya: "Yo." higuchi: chuuya! oh jeez, you just about gave me a heart attack.... *her voice is shaky* Chuuya: "??? What's wrong?" higuchi: c-could you come over? i...have some stuff to ask you... Chuuya: "??? Yeah, sure. Give me 20." -and so- higuchi: does the name 'Shizuka Kanei' ring any bells? Chuuya: *nods* "Yeah. Secretary." higuchi: this is the first i've heard of her... Chuuya: "People don't like to talk about her because..." higuchi: ?? Chuuya: "...She's no longer here." higuchi: .....someone left her diary in my mail today.... Chuuya: "...What?!" higuchi: some of what i read....*shudders* Chuuya: "Higuchi...What did it say?" higuchi: *she hands him the book* it's....pretty sickening. just read with caution... Chuuya: *skims...his face goes pale* "...N-No...No..." higuchi: .....*tense* Chuuya: "...H-He's done this, repeatedly...We didn't see it..." higuchi: .... Chuuya: "...I don't think what happened to R-Rain...was an accident now." higuchi: *nods* Chuuya: "..." *covers his mouth* higuchi:....i think we should do some research... Chuuya: "H-How?" higuchi: is there a file on all his secretaries he's had during his time as the boss? Chuuya: "There should be...Just need to get into his office to check." higuchi: might be challenging. Chuuya: "May need a distraction..." -elsewhere- Burns: "Dia, your report." dia: the flame human has been put to rest. Burns: *nods* "What have you done with the remains?" -elsewhere- Montgomery: *counting boxes* -at the agency- atsushi: and there were so many people there! Dazai: *claps* "Yay!" Kunikida: "Did you take notes in class?" atsushi: *nods* Dazai: "Did you find ideal locations for what I asked for~?" atsushi: ideal locations?.... >->; errr.... Dazai: *holds up a noose, points to it* "Eh? Eh?" atsushi: dazai no. Dazai: "...I already tried poison. Every date told me the alcohol didn't mask the taste." Kunikida: -_________- atsushi: .... (thinking: why is he like this?) odasaku: i guess the more some things change, the more others stay the same. Kunikida: "Moving on: did you finish your mission, Atsushi?" atsushi: *nods* yes sir. Kunikida: "Finish your report, then you're free for the day." atsushi: *nods and goes to do that* -ringing from dazai's phone- Dazai: "???" *looks* {text from ???: hey handsome, care 2 join me in double suicide? <3 } -an address was also written down- Dazai: owo *texts* [depends~ are you a cutie?] {text from ???: *a picture is attached of a lovely young lady with dark hair past her shoulders* } Dazai: [nice! see you at what time?] {text from ???: right now~} Dazai: [on my way! should be 20 min or so] -and so- higuchi's sister: yeah? who is it? Dazai: *wave wave* "Hello! I am here to kill myself!" higuchi's sister:....ichiyo! some weird guy is at our doorstep! higuchi: ah, there you are, come on in. Dazai: "??? Wait, what?" higuchi: yyeeeah, that text was a bluff. we wanted to ask you some questions. Dazai: "..." *looks back and forth* "But you already turned down the duel suicide, and Chuuya isn't cute enough--" Chuuya: "I AM ADORABLE!" Dazai: *smirks* Chuuya: o_o;; "...Sh-Shut up!" higuchi: -_-; *drags them into her room and shuts the door* kuniko: .... NIGHT! *goes into her room and turns up the music* Dazai: *smirks* "That kind of a 'meeting'?" higuchi: *chop* get your mind out of the gutter. this is serious. Dazai: "Owie! I was just having a little fun! Right, Chuuya?" Chuuya: *grim face* Dazai: "...That serious, huh?" higuchi: we wanted to ask you. what all do you know about mori's former secretary? Dazai: "...Oh." *stands up, turns* "Don't look into this--" higuchi: *grabs him by the shoulder* dont you dare walk away from this. *dark expression* Dazai: "...I left before that happened." higuchi: i know that much, but what all do you know about her? Dazai: "...She was tinier than Chuuya--" Chuuya: "FFFFFFFFF--" higuchi: *gives chuuya a look to say 'chill out'* Chuuya: =3= Dazai: "And Mori had her wrapped around his finger." higuchi: *biting lip* Dazai: "The things he did..." higuchi:.....*shows him the diary* Dazai: *looks through...gets to a page* "?!!! Blood..." higuchi: most likely hers.....*looking at the poem, her stomach churning a bit* Dazai: "...I knew it was right to leave..." higuchi: not sure what to do now... is there a grave? Dazai: *nods* higuchi: where abouts? Dazai: "Cemetery. I know the grave's location." higuchi: *nods* Dazai: "So, we doing this now?" higuchi: better now than never. Chuuya: "Then let's go..." -it was pretty dark out now.- higuchi: *has her flashlight out* Chuuya: *glances away from one grave* "..." Dazai: *points* "There." higuchi: *shining her flashlight on the grave* Dazai: "...We doing this?" higuchi:....by 'this' you mean....? Dazai: "I mean...This is Mori we're talking about...Do you think he...?" higuchi:.... we dont have shovels... Dazai: *pulls one out of his jacket* higuchi: where did you- Dazai: "I always carry a shovel to make my burial easier! Plus, I play a lot of video games." higuchi:.....*sweatdrop* Dazai: "Ready to begin?" -after a while, they hit something- Dazai: "??? The coffin?" higuchi: i think so... Dazai: *pushes dirt away* "Yep...Chuuya, could you do the honors?" Chuuya: "..." *uses his gravity to lift the coffin's top...* -nothing- higuchi: !! Dazai: !! Chuuya: "...The hell?" higuchi:...maybe we should leave now...it'd be a bad idea to stick around. Dazai: "...We have a long time to bury all of this--" Chuuya: *lifts the dirt, drops it* Dazai: "...YOU COULD'VE DONE THAT THE ENTIRE TIME?!" Chuuya: "I just wanted to see you suffer." *smirk* higuchi: .... *feeling like the 3rd wheel* Dazai: *impotent grumbling* "F-Fine...Let's just leave." *hands the shovel to Higuchi* -elsewhere- Mori: *looking at photos on his desk* elise: *coloring* Mori: "Are you okay, Elise~?" ^^ elise: *nods* Mori: "Very good...I'll be right back..." elise: *humming as she draws something.....a head in a jar* Mori: *enters a room* -there is a bed with several straps on it, as well as several medical tools. there is a small closet with a red light emanating from it- Mori: "Where did I leave it...Ah, there." *picks up his cell phone* *looks at the red light* "..." *opens* -on a shelf, the preserved head of shizuka rests in a jar, with some red valentine lights acting as a background- Mori: *smiles* "I hope you are well, Shizuka." -no reply, but the head's expression appears to be sleeping peacefully- Mori: *soft smile* "Rest well..." -elsewhere- Noah: *chained to a wall* "..." noelle: oi. you awake? Noah: "...I can't sleep. Ever." noelle: gee, that sucks. Noah: "Are you here to pester me?" -elsewhere- Kid: *smiles* stocking: *resting in his arms* zzzz Kid: *kisses her head softly, supporting her in his arms* stocking: =////w////= Kid: *whispers* "Love you..." stocking: *sleep talk* love you, kiddo... Kid: *smiles, lies down, closes his eyes* -elsewhere- Black Star: *opens the cupboards* "...Where's the cereal?" -elsewhere- atsushi: *yaaaawn* Kyoka: "??? Not asleep yet?" atsushi: about to do that.... Kyoka: *nods* "Today was okay, wasn't it?" atsushi: yeah. and we have to go back tomorrow, and the day after that....basically any day that isnt saturday or sunday... Kyoka: T_T -elsewhere- mito: *nuzzling chuuya's leg* Chuuya: "..." *sighs, falls over* mito: D8 *licks his cheek* Chuuya: "..." *pats her head* "Mito..." *sniff* mito: *nuzzle* Chuuya: T_T *holds her* mito: *purrs* Chuuya: "Good cat..." *strokes her* mito: =w= Chuuya: "..." *trying to smile* -elsewhere- Dazai: "..." *collapses* -phone ringing- Dazai: "...Yeah?" kirako: you get home ok? Dazai: *nod nod* "Yeah...You?" kirako: i felt a thud from the ceiling... Dazai: "...I fell down. On the floor. When coming inside." kirako: are you alright?! Dazai: "Just...thinking. Looking into something." *smile* "Nothing to worry about..." kirako: i mean from the fall! =3= Dazai: "..." *turns over onto his back* "...Yeah, I'm fine. Everything's where it should be, no pain..." kirako: *sigh* you sure? Dazai: "...Maybe not~?" kirako:... T.T; Dazai: *eyebrow wiggle* "What are you up to tonight?" kirako: watching tv mostly. Dazai: "Mind if I watch with you?" kirako: i dunno, you able to stand? *small smirk* Dazai: *already on his feet* "I rise to the occasion!" *salutes* kirako: *chuckles* Dazai: *already out the apartment and arrives at Kirako's apartment, knocking on her door* kirako: well, that was quick. mii: *mew* Dazai: "Eager, but not too fast." *pets Mii* "Howdy!" mii: ^o^ -elsewhere- Montgomery: *tossing in bed* anne: O^O~? Montgomery: "N-No...No..." *swings her arms* "No!" *falls out of bed* anne: *nice catch* Montgomery: o\\\\o "...Th-Thanks...Jeez, that dream..." anne: ?? Montgomery: "..." *hugs her knees* "I don't want to be alone again..." anne: ....*hug* Montgomery: "..." *hug* -elsewhere- Stein: *snores* -elsewhere- kirako: ahhhh... u///u *soft panting* Dazai: *lick* kirako: *shuddering, grinding a bit more* f-fuck... Dazai: "Feels good, right?" *matching her pace, his hand along her lower back* kirako: yes~ Dazai: "That's how I wanted it to be..." *pushes her lower back a bit more as he thrusts...bites lightly on her ear* kirako: *soft moan* Dazai: *clutches her hips, as he pushes her down on the bed, thrusting deeper* kirako: ah-ahhhh~! -she has a slight grip on his hair- *Her hand on his hair pulls him down against her neck* Dazai: *groans...he is twitching, as he plants his lips along her neck* kirako: mmmn~ Dazai: *panting, licking along her neck* "I-I'm so close..." *quickens his pace* kirako: *moans loudly* a-ah! Dazai: "AAAAH!" *he makes one more thrust..." kirako: *moaning, trembling* Dazai: *lies beside her...gropes one of her breasts* "Th-Thanks..." kirako: n-no problem ^///^ Dazai: "..." *reaches over to the nightstand, puts her glasses on her* *smiles* "I like you like this, too..." kirako: ^///^ *small chuckle* Dazai: *lays a hand along her stomach, where he came* "...Shower?" *kisses her neck again* kirako: good idea. -elsewhere- Relan: *yawn* shinra: zzzz.... Relan: "..." *leans over Shinra* shinra: =////= Relan: *small smile, as he kisses his cheek* -morning- Kid: *kitten yawn* stocking: zzzzz Kid: *hugs her* stocking: *yaaawn* morning~ Kid: "Morning...Sleep okay?" stocking: *nods* you? Kid: "Especially well." *cuddles* stocking: *smirks and kisses down his chest* Kid: *soft moan* "St-Stocking..." stocking: hehe~ Kid: *runs his hands through her hair* "So luxurious..." stocking: =///u///= Kid: "..." *looks down* "Stocking..." stocking: hmm~? Kid: "Would you...I mean..." stocking: would i what~? 7u7 Kid: >\\\\< "W-Would you...go down?" stocking: go down where, kiddo~? *coy pout* Kid: >\\\\\\\\< "...On me?" stocking: oh~! wellllllll~ 7w7 Kid: "Please? I'll...make it worth your effort?" stocking: oh all right~ *giggles* i was gonna do it anyway, but you're so cute when you beg~ *gets right to business on him* Kid: *pouts* "You tease--" *shivers* "Aaaaah...Y-Yes...Like that..." =w= stocking: *chuckles* such a naughty boy~ Kid: "J-Just...interested?" stocking: ^^ *still going at it* -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: *in medical attire* "You letting the Commander beat up on the visitors from the 8th?" fang-hua: fortunately, no one's dead yet. Mr. Tsubaki: "...Yeah, that 'yet' is not very encouraging." -_-; -elsewhere- Kyoka: *yawn* "Another day?" *pouts* atsushi: yep. -and so, class starts- Naigus: "I will need a volunteer." izumi: *raising her hand* Naigus: *nods* "Come on down--I will attack you." izumi: *gulps* o-o; Naigus: "How much experience do you have in combat?" izumi:...none, really. Naigus: "Then we will start with basic self-defense. Watch closely, class." *pulls back her arm* "I'm not going to really punch you--I'm going to show you how to block a punch..." -elsewhere- Kunikida: "Injuries? Missions?" -elsewhere- Rin: *stretches* -the letter is still on his bedside table- Rin: "???" *looks at it...pulls it out of the envelop* "...Well, damn..." shura: mornin'....oh...what does it say? Rin: o\\\\o *pulls up his bedsheet* "Knock first!" shura: -_-; Rin: "...And I can't read it." shura: well, you didnt grow up with kanji writing, so that's understandable. i had lessons on that, so maybe i can help you? Rin: *hands her the letter* shura:... .___. what the heck does this even say?! Yukio: *yawn* "Morning..." shura: hey yukio, mind translating? Yukio: "???" *looks* "It's from Suguro's father?" shura: oh? Rin: "Why would he write to me?" shura: *shrug* -elsewhere- Vulcan: *yawn* "Okay...I think this one is ready for testing, Doc." karin: awesome! *grips the handles, sending small bursts of flame into it, powering up the machine* Vulcan: *smiles* "Move it a bit forward..." karin: *taking a step forwards* nice. Vulcan: "Now, raise the arm..." -arm lift- Vulcan: *nods* "Good...Now, let's try dexterity..." *holds up the palm of his hand* "Soft high-five..." -elsewhere- lana: *answering the phone* yes? Touma: "Hello." lana: *tenses* !! Touma: "I have work for you." lana: ...... Touma: "Tell me about Edgar." lana: *tense* ....s-sorry sir, i'll have to call you back. *hangs up* ......... Touma: "..." *looks at the phone* "The fuck?" -later- lana: *walking home, uneasy* ....... Poe: "L-L-L-Lan-na-na..." lana: !! *turns* oh, jeez, i just about died... *wiping her eyes* Poe: "??!! What's wrong?" lana: j-just some stress at work... Poe: "Oh...I'm sorry. Long hours?" lana:....yeah... Poe: "...Maybe tea would help relax?" lana: .... Poe: owo;;; lana:...yeah, i think it might help... Poe: ^^ "I think this spot near our neighborhood has a delicious chamomile..." elsewhere- rowena: *walking home* Tsurugi: "Pardon me, miss? I'm lost..." rowena: hmm? im not sure how much help i'll be, im still new to the city as well. Tsurugi: ^^; "Yeah, I'm not used to things around here, but I thought I'd ask...Do you know the way to..." *reads address* "...'Madam Zenobia's Tarot Shop'?" rowena: oh! a tarot shop?! *shiny eyes* it's the first i've heard of this establishment, *looks at the address* Tsurugi: "I thought it was on this street--but I must have walked the wrong way, as the numbers are increasing rather than decreasing..." rowena: perhaps we could ask one of the local establishments? Tsurugi: ^^;; "Okay..." rowena: *looks around and spots a shop* ah! perhaps there? Tsurugi: *holds a knife to her throat* rowena: !!! Tsurugi: "Let's take a detour. Someone wants to chat with you...And if you don't, you'll need the occult for another reason, girl." rowena: !!! *Whistling is heard* Tsurugi: "??? Wait...That tune...Where have I--" rowena: !!! *stomps on tsurugi's foot* Tsurugi: "OW!" *pushes Rowena* rowena: *runs for it* Tsurugi: *rushes at Rowena--and tackles her* *whistling still continues* rowena: !! *kicks him in the stomach* Tsurugi: *grunts, but hangs on--as a snake appears over his shoulder, staring at Rowena* rowena: ?? *The snake opens its mouth--and bites Tsurugi* Tsurugi: o____O *high-pitched scream, as he falls off Rowena, his back on the street* rowena: !! Mikuni: "Jeje, please--no biting!" Jeje: -_-;;;; rowena: eh? Mikuni: "Howdy, little lady! I'm sorry for my old buddy here--" *picks up Tsurugi by the ankle--and tosses him up and over his head into a dumpster* rowena: t-thank you so much sir! Jeje: "Ahem..." *stares at Rowena* rowena: *getting up, brushing herself off* Tsurugi: @~@ "My head..." Mikuni: "Little lasses like you shouldn't be out here this late at night--and getting hunted by that freak." rowena: i was returning to my dorm actually. Mikuni: "Best escort you as you mosey on home...I think we can leave the trash to be picked up, right, Jeje?" Jeje: *slithers up Mikuni's arm* rowena: um... t-thank you... .////. Jeje: -_-;;;; Mikuni: "Now, what were you doing out this late?" rowena: i was visiting a local shop, trying to get a better idea of the city's layout. Mikuni: "Maybe do that during daylight hours. Real crazies in this town. Isn't that right, Amelia?" *holds up a doll, talks in high pitch* " 'That's right, Mikuni!'" rowena: how cute! Mikuni: "Isn't she?! I collect them--but that stupid bastard in my shop keeps harming my dollies." T~T rowena: oh? you own a shop? Mikuni: ^^ "Pretty much run the place. Couldn't survive without me." rowena: where abouts is it? Jeje: -_-|||||||| Mikuni: "A few blocks from here. Was out on my evening stroll--along the rooftops." rowena: ah, i see. Mikuni: "I'm Mikuni, by the way. And this snake is Jeje." rowena: just call me rowena! Mikuni: ^^ "Happy to meet you!" -elsewhere- Arthur: *rubbing his wrist* "Difficult training..." tamaki: *from the other side of the bathhouse wall* yeah, anyway. *sigh* Arthur: "???" *leans his ear to the wall* sayu: *swimming along* Arthur: "You okay, Tamaki?" tamaki: yeah, why wouldnt i be? Arthur: "I know training has been difficult on everyone..." tamaki: im used to difficult training... Arthur: "Oh...Right...Are you happy with your progress?" tamaki: *nods* yeah. im not about to fall behind you guys any time soon! Arthur: *smiles* "Good to hear...but that just motivates me to keep further along, too." shinra: that and she's busy falling in front of us. tamaki: WHAT WAS THAT?! Arthur: o____o *covers Shinra's mouth* "He was wishing you good luck!" shinra: it was a joke! jeez... although that may have been a bit too mean. sorry. Arthur: "See? He apologized!" ^^;;; -elsewhere- Montgomery: *putting out garbage* "Work shifts at the cafe, study, go to class...I'm exhausted..." *yawn* -morning- Akutagawa: *in the shower...half asleep* "Zzz..." -in classes- Chuuya: *thumbing through pages in his book* *yawns* *looks around* rowena: *taking notes* Teacher: "And who developed the first Magic Tool?" kirika: *glancing at gopher* Gopher: *raising his hand* "EIBON!" -in another part of the school- atsushi: O.O the school has a gift shop?! Kyoka: *holding up a DWMA shirt* "Neat." Montgomery: o\\\o *staring at Lord Death plushies* atsushi: this place is a lot different than most schools i've read about... Montgomery: *hugging a Lord Death plushie* "Bigger, longer stairways...more expensive food..." izumi: it's almost like a theme park, but without any rides. Yumi: *eyeglass flash* "Actually, my husband does put in a theme park during some festivities." izumi: WOAH! atsushi: YEEK! Montgomery: "Eep!" Kyoka: "..." *waves* "Hello." Yumi: "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I am Death Scythe Azusa Yumi." izumi: oh, you're one of dad's coworkers, right? Yumi: "...You are Izumi, then? Spirit has said a lot about you." izumi: yep, that would be me! Kyoka: "..." *stares at Izumi* izumi: hmm? Kyoka: *leans closer* "Are you my relative?" izumi: eh? o.o; atsushi: um, kyouka, i think 'izumi' is this girl's given name. izumi: what he said. Montgomery: -_-;;; "Not everyone with the same name is your relative, nerd." Kyoka: "..." *punches Montgomery in the arm* Montgomery: "Ow!" atsushi: come on guys, dont fight. ^^; Yumi: "Not without an official referee." *eyeglass flash* izumi: .... my full name is actually izumi albarn....well, not officially, but the sooner i can change it to that name, the happier i'll be! Kyoka: "???" Montgomery: "So...Why?" izumi:....i'd rather not talk about it. Kyoka: *takes Izumi's hand* "No need to explain at all, Sister." izumi: ^^;; Montgomery: -_-;; "I'm sorry about her. She's not quite right--" Kyoka: "I want an official battle against Montgomery." Montgomery: "...What." -elsewhere- Dazai: *asleep at his desk...then bounces up* "EMERGENCY!" kirako: ?? Dazai: "We're out of coffee creamer!" -elsewhere- Yukio: "...This is a lot to take in..." shura: what does it say? Yukio: "...Our father got the Koma Sword from Suguro's father..." Rin: "?!!!" shura: holy shit, drama bomb! Yukio: "...What does this all mean?" Rin: "It means dad is a straight-up thief!" Yukio: -_-; shura: *facepalm* Yukio: "No." Rin: "But he did steal the word, right?" Yukio: "I mean, technically--" Rin: "Boom! Dad's a thief! And he punished me for pickpocketing penny candy when we were four!" Yukio: "...Shura, where is Suguro's father?" shura: *shrugs* and i cant ask suguro's mom cause.....of an incident >->;; Yukio: "...What did you do--" Rin: *covers Yukio's mouth* "Don't ask." shura: LETS JUST FIND BALDY OK? and not that triple A baldy either. Rin: "LOL." Yukio: "It'll be a challenge. Father did say Suguro was a swift runner..." -elsewhere- Benimaru: "Guard on your left!" tamaki: hyah! Benimaru: *blocks* "Do not shout your attacks--just attack!" *fires a blast at her* shinra: *jumps off the roof and onto benimaru's shoulders* Benimaru: "?!!!" shinra: gotcha! Benimaru: *grabs Shinra's head* shinra: oh boy. o-o; Benimaru: *flips Shinra over* shinra: !! tamaki: D8 -DOUBLE KO- Benimaru: *folds his arms* "Good work surprising me on my shoulders. But again, do not talk: just attack your opponent. You could have disabled me immediately but you just stood on my shoulders." shinra: noted Q-Q -elsewhere- Kid: *walking the hallways* julie: *following* Kid: *smiles* "I have a shadow today?" julie: ^^ Kid: "Want to see Father's art collection?" julie: *nods* Kid: *opens the door--and there's a painting of Lord Death* julie: wow! Kid: "Father has had many artist friends..." *There are paintings resembling works by Van Gogh, Dali, and Warhol* julie: *looks* -there is another framed image of a little doodle of a skull. there is a name written under. alice b.- Kid: "..." *small sad smile* julie: ?? Kid: "Mother..." julie: aunt yumi? Kid: "My birth mother, Alice...She died when I was very young." julie:...oh... Kid: *nods* "She...left behind this art." -elsewhere- Mori: Q~Q "...My desk..." -elsewhere- Vulcan: "Back from the metal-work run..." maki: how'd it go? Vulcan: "You'd be amazed all the metal people just throw away...But I got chased off by landfill security. Why does a landfill even _have_ security?" nozomi: well, probably to keep people from getting hurt. there's some pretty sharp pieces there... Vulcan: *holds up gloves* "That's why people should wear these...I also use them when prepping dinners--" Takehisa: *coughs up his hashbrowns* -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *leaving class* girl: um....r-ryuzaki? Akutagawa: "??? Yes?" girl: are you doing anything after class? 7///7 Akutagawa: "Yes. Going home." girl: did you want to get lunch together? >///< Akutagawa: "...Okay." girl: really? OwO Akutagawa: "Yes. It will help me learn more about the customs and intelligence offered at this Academy without resorting to torture." girl: um.....okay? ^^; Akutagawa: "And your name is?" Chuuya: "Maaaaaaaybe I should go with you." *holds out a hand to the girl* "Sorry. He forgot to take his inhaler." ^^;; girl: ah, i see. Akutagawa: "But I don't have--" Chuuya: *elbow to his gut* Akutagawa: Q~Q girl: D8 Chuuya: "See? You forgot your medicine and now have to get to the nurse's office. I'm sorry, ma'am! Bye!" *picks up Akutagawa and runs* girl:....*blinks* Chuuya: "Stupid stupid stupid!" Akutagawa: Q~Q ao: ?? tsugumi: hey ozaki, hey araragi. *wave* Chuuya: "Oh, hello!" *waves* "I'm just taking my friend to the nurse's office--he had a bad stomach ache." Akutagawa: Q~Q tsugumi: oh no. Chuuya: "Is the nurse in?" tsugumi: i think so. Chuuya: "Great! We're going in!" *Chuuya dashes for the door--and slams Akutagawa against the wall* Chuuya: "...Whoops." -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: -_-;;; "If your commander keeps sending in more injured people, I'm going to put in for a vacation." sayu: are you the commander's bro? Mr. Tsubaki: "??? No. Why do you ask?" sayu: you kinda look like him a bit. Mr. Tsubaki: "???" *takes off the glasses, looks in the mirror* "...I don't have wingdings in my eyeballs, though..." *turns to Sayu, making a comical wide-eyed face* "DO I????" sayu: EEP! hahaha! XD Mr. Tsubaki: "Ha ha ha! But seriously, you look fine--no injuries?" sayu: im fine mostly. ^^ *smiles. she almost looks like naho...* Mr. Tsubaki: "..." *small laugh* "You remind me of...someone in my family." sayu: hmm? Mr. Tsubaki: "...It's been some time since I've seen them..." sayu: oh. Mr. Tsubaki: "...That boy, the one you call 'big bro'?" sayu: oh, you mean big bro shinra? that's just a nickname. i do have two older brothers for real though. they're twins! Mr. Tsubaki: "Ah! Twins are fascinating, aren't they?" -elsewhere- Belkia: "Gentlemen, thank you for meeting me here." lilac: um.... Sakuya: "We didn't agree to anything. You just walked in with a chalkboard and said 'thank you for meeting me here.'" Shamrock: x_-;;; Belkia: *writing on the chalkboard: "Surprise party"* lilac: for miss tsubaki?....i-isnt her birthday later in the month? Belkia: *nod nod* "And we're going to brainstorm gifts for her!" -elsewhere- Poe: "??? Rowena?" rowena: yes brother? Poe: "You seemed distracted..." rowena: oh? i do? well. 7///7 i met a nice young man the other day... Poe: *serious face* "Oh..." rowena: ahh. im getting flustered thinking about it! >///w///< Poe: *holds her shoulders* "TAKE ME TO THIS BOY..." rowena:....eh? OuO; Poe: "I will instruct this boy on proper behavior around girls!" rowena: um... >-> Poe: "Well?!" -elsewhere- Kyoka: "What now?" atsushi: guess we check in on the agency now? Kyoka: "Do you think there is still an agency without us present to keep things in order?" atsushi: ._.; Kyoka: *walks with Atsushi* "...Do you like our classmates?" atsushi: so far, i guess.....not sure why akutagawa is there though... .___.;;; Kyoka: *holds his hand* "I won't let him near you." atsushi: thanks kyouka. ^^; Kyoka: "Here we are..." *opens door to the Agency* yosano: hey kiddos, how was school? Kyoka: "Quite well. I got a perfect grade on the quiz." yosano: that's great! Kyoka: "How did you do on the quiz, Atsushi?" atsushi: i think i did decently...^^; Kunikida: " 'Decent'? I expect far better than 'decent'..." Dazai: *chops Kunikida* "Don't put undue pressure on my boy!" atsushi: ^^; Dazai: *hands Atsushi a file* atsushi: *examines it* *It shows a grave* atsushi:..... ?? Dazai: "Keep an eye on that grave...I think it'll attract some attention soon..." atsushi: why? Dazai: *pats his face* "Just a feeling I got~" atsushi: *sweatdrop* odasaku: .... Kyoka: "How late at night are we supposed to do this? We do have a curfew now." -elsewhere- Shima: *walking around, singing quietly to himself* " 'Time keeps on slipping, slipping...'" -footsteps- Shima: "???" *looks* -nothing- Shima: "..." *slowly turns around...* -nothing...- Shima: *shrugs, keeps walking* unagi: .... Shima: *pulls out a sheet of paper, looking at it* -elsewhere- Kid: "..." stocking: hmm? Kid: "I...showed Julie artwork by my mother..." stocking: ah... Kid: "...She left quite a bit behind before she..." stocking:....*holds his hand* Kid: *small squeeze of her hand* "Thank you..." stocking: *smooch* Kid: -///- "...Mother would have liked you." -elsewhere- mikan: *petting asura's head* Asura: *slight shiver* mikan: *gentle humming* heibito: *in a baby sling, resting* zzz... Asura: "I-I-I..." mikan: hmm? Asura: "M-Mother..." mikan:....*stroking his head, humming softly* Asura: *shivers but calming down* -elsewhere- Sakuya: *lies down, staring at the ceiling* naho: zzzzzz...... Sakuya: *looks at her* ("...I don't want to be alone...") *hug* naho: =///w///= Sakuya: *nuzzles, closes his eyes* -morning- Relan: *nudges Shinra* shinra: *yaaaawn* Relan: "Sleep okay?" shinra: yeah. Relan: "...Lots more training, huh?" -in classes- hitoshi: *has his earbuds in, playing neko atsume* Bakugo: "Yo, what's that guy's deal?" eijiro: not sure. kind of keeps to himself a lot. heard he's in the general classes. Bakugo: "What's his ability?" eijiro: *shrugs* didnt ask. Bakugo: "...YO! GUY WITH THE HAIR! WHAT'S YOUR ABILITY?!" hitoshi: ..... *not even listening* Bakugo: -_-## *rips out the earbuds* hitoshi: ......dude. not cool. Bakugo: "I was asking you a question! What's your ability?!" hitoshi:.... *raising his hand* teacher? teacher: yes mr shinsou?............. *the teacher seems...off* hitoshi: may i be excused to go to the restroom? teacher: go on ahead.... hitoshi: thanks. *exits* Bakugo: >_<### "That jerk totally ignored me!" teacher:.... *blinks* wait, what was i doing just now? ah! right! eijiro:....dude. holy frickin nuggets. Bakugo: "...Teacher's all messed in the head right now..." eijiro: duuuuude. i think that was a mind control quirk. O_O; Bakugo: ._.;;;; "...I'm kind of impatient, aren't I?" eijiro: just a bit, yeah. ^^ Bakugo: "..." *goes back to reading, sweating* ._______. -elsewhere- Montgomery: "Ugh, this stupid equation!" ???: need some help? Montgomery: "?! Wh-What?" atsushi: *smiles* Montgomery: "...Oh. You good at math?" atsushi: a little bit ^^; *scratches his head* Montgomery: "...Very well. I'm supposed to solve for 'x,' but I have to find 'y' first..." -elsewhere- karl: O.O~? Poe: *fuming* >_< library worker: did something happen? O-O; Poe: "My sister has a crush!" library worker: oh my. how old is she? Poe: "Sixteen--WHICH IS TOO YOUNG! She should wait at least until she is 33, at which points her hot passions for romance will cool down into a rational fixation on more divine natures, supplemented through brooding and the idealization from afar of an unreachable beauty that continues to elude her! LIKE I LIVE THROUGH EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE!" library worker:.....uhhhhh........ *sweatdrop* Poe: "I will solve this problem..." *removes an envelope knife* "My. Own. Way." Library worker: O____O woah now. *sweats* Poe: *calmly opens a letter sitting on his desk* "...Oh! We got increased funding to buy more books!" ^^ library worker: i...i see. rowena: good morning, brother. ^^ Poe: *falls out of chair, crawling on the floor to Rowena's feet* "DON'T DO IT! YOU'RE TOO YOUNG!" rowena: o.o~? eh? Poe: "YOU CAN'T AFFORD TO HAVE YOUR HEART BROKEN! DO NOT MAKE THE MISTAKES I MADE!" rowena: ... *blink blink* actually, i just came by to bring you lunch. Poe: Q~Q "...How kind of you--thanks." rowena: how's work? Poe: "!!!" *holds up letter* "We got more funding!" ^^ rowena: that's wonderful! ^^ Poe: "I know, right?! I'm sending out a request from other librarians here about which books students and teachers have requested--and which we may now be able to buy!" rowena: ^^ worker: have you been making friends here? rowena: *nods* i've even met some who share a similar fondness for the occult! ^^ -elsewhere- Sakuya: *staring into the distance* naho: *hug* Sakuya: "..." *pat pat, small smile* "Thanks..." naho: any time, sakkun~ Sakuya: *nods, opens up his book again* -elsewhere- Rino: *asleep at school desk* teacher: miss tamiya? Rino: *loud snore* teacher: *slams ruler against her desk* MISS TAMIYA! Rino: "42!" *falls back in her chair* "...W-Was that the correct answer?" teacher: are you alright? classmate: yikes. Rino: "Just...didn't sleep well. Or much. Or...*yawn* at all." ^^;; -elsewhere- Vulcan: "All set!" *tosses Broomstick/Boomstick to Maki* "Time to brawl..." maki: hell yeah! Vulcan: *puts on some metal gloves* "Let's see what you got..." -elsewhere- Naigus: "Now, what have we learned today?" student: the training dummies are not rides. Montgomery: .\\\. Naigus: "Correct." Chuuya: *eyeroll* atsushi: ^^; Naigus: *demonstrates a punch on the dummy* "Now, keep practicing. Atsushi, help Lucy." atsushi: ok, ma'am. Montgomery: -\\\\- "Just hold it so I can land a punch this time..." *pulls back her fist* atsushi: *braces himself* Montgomery: *hard punch to the dummy's gut--* atsushi: *knocked back from the recoil* ACK! Montgomery: "Woo! Hard punch!" *then notices Atsushi* "...Oh! S-Sorry..." *holds out a hand* atsushi: i-it's fine. i've taken harder hits than this. ^^; *takes her hand* Montgomery: *pulls him up* "I bet..." *struggles a bit* "B-But I caaaaan...hit harder..." *pulls harder* atsushi: woa- Montgomery: *she pulls too hard--and he falls on her* o\\\\\o atsushi: .//////. o-oh my gosh im so sorry! Montgomery: "Get off of me!" atsushi: *getting up* .////.;;; Kyoka: *flames around her* Montgomery: *not noticing Kyoka* o\\\\o;; "J-Jeez! Can't you not do things like that?!" Akutagawa: *appears next to Kyoka, black flames appearing around him* atsushi: o_o; s-sorry, really!..... ._________________.;;;;; Montgomery: "???" *turns around* "!!!" *steps back, bumping into Atsushi* "H-Hey! What's with those faces--" Akutagawa and Kyoka: *send attacks towards Montgomery* Montgomery: o_____O atsushi: WOAH NOW! ~cresendo wave~ atsushi: eh?.... O_O WHAT THE HECK?! -SPLASH- Montgomery: "Gah!" *coughing* "What the hell?!" *crashes into Atsushi* atsushi: *drenched in water* *blink* ???: attacking when you arent in training? that's just foul play! as a hero of justice, i wont let this slide! -enter sayaka- sayaka: salutations, classmates! 8D Kyoka: *glaring at Atsushi--until she spots Sayaka* *shiny eyes* "...Pretty." Akutagawa: "...Why is the waif in the outfit?" Montgomery: "??? Wait...Aren't you-?" sayaka: it's a battle costume! and yep. im sayaka miki, one of your seniors! ^^ Montgomery: "I thought so! Now, punish these two! The jerk and the brat!" Kyoka: *approaches Sayaka* "I did nothing wrong. I plead for mercy..." -tiny chops for them both- Akutagawa: >__< "HOW DARE YOU!" sayaka: lets try getting along now, ok? Kyoka: >\\\< "I beg your forgiveness..." Montgomery: *trying to ring out her clothes...* "I'm all wet!" sayaka: .///. er. hey, it's ok kiddo. ^^ *head pats* Kyoka: ^\\\\^ Montgomery: "Oh, super! I didn't bring a spare set of clothes, you asses!" sayaka: oh. there's towels in the storage closet by the changing rooms. Montgomery: "Hmph. Like that'll dry them quickly enough..." *marches to the changing rooms' storage closet* atsushi: ....s-sorry about all that. sayaka: it's alright. stuff like that happens all the time here. ^^ Montgomery: "Yo, Tiger! You just going to stand there and drench the floor or move it?!" *tosses towel at his face* atsushi: s-sorry! >////<;; Montgomery: -\\\\- *opens the door to the changing room, shutting it behind her* -elsewhere- Kid: "Students seem to be acclimating themselves." liz: yeah. Kid: "And how are you, Liz?" liz: doing well. you? Kid: *sighs* "It's...feeling more real, working with Father..." liz: *smiles* Kid: "...Did you think it would be like, five years ago?" liz: hard to think. but y'know. i think you got this. *smiles* Kid: "You don't know how much that means. Thank you, Liz." liz: *pats his back* we're proud of you, kiddo. Kid: "..." Q~Q "Th-Thank you..." -elsewhere- Emine: *holding multiple letters with hearts on them* lin: *pouts* Emine: "This was not my idea: evidently I am 'hotness'?" lin: do you want to show them 'hotness?' Emine: "..." *pulls out his lighter* -elsewhere- Bakugo: o____O ochako: what's up? Bakugo: "My brain feels fried..." momo: have you been sleeping well? Bakugo: "Now that you mention it, no..." *he tries to walk--and stumbles* eijiro: easy there. do you need to see the nurse? Bakugo: "I-I don't know..." *half his body is limp* -elsewhere- Mikuni: *whistling while walking around town* -footsteps- Mikuni: "???!" *turns* -no one- Mikuni: "...Huh." *turns back around* -elsewhere- Dazai: "So, you got her all wet?" atsushi: y-yeah. ranpo: phrasing, BOOM! Dazai: "All because you got Akutagawa and Kyoka excited...You charmer, you. You got a harem." atsushi: IT'S NOT A HAREM!! >////< Dazai: "Three people crushing on you. That's a harem, man. Or do you need more for it to be a harem? Ranpo, how many members does a harem need?" atsushi: DONT ANSWER HIM! >///<# Dazai: "Hee hee...Just teasing. When I was your age, I only wish I had as many people chasing after me...without wanting me dead." atsushi:......... Dazai: "...Oh, to be young again." *pats his head* atsushi: 7-7;;; odasaku: *sweatdrop* you're 22. Dazai: "Now, enough of that--you have a mission!" *hands Atsushi a fashion magazine* atsushi: ?? Dazai: "We get to guard a supermodel!" atsushi: oh. Dazai: "Isn't she just the prettiest? And she specifically asked for your help." atsushi: me? Dazai: "She's had a stalker, so you'll make sure none get near her." atsushi: ah, i see. i'll do my best then! Dazai: "Wait 'til you meet her--she's still talking with the boss in the office--" *The door opens* fukuzawa: -_-; good luck. ???: "Hello~!" *waves* atsushi: um...hello ma'am! i'll do my best! ???: "I'm sure you will! Because I have been so scared with these bad men following me!" *glomps Atsushi* "You won't let me get hurt, right?" atsushi: *choking* grk- daa...zaaai...save....me... *muffled* Dazai: *snaps a pic* "Oh, that's a keeper..." *puts his phone away* "Ma'am? I got your mineral water!" ???: *pulls back from Atsushi* "Yay! Sit down with me, Mr. Tiger Cub!" *drags Atsushi to sit at Kunikida's desk* Kunikia: -_____-;;; -elsewhere- Jacqueline: =\\\\= kim: how was work today? Jacqueline: *stretches* "Exhausting...I lifted books all day...Damn raccoon was running everywhere...Eyes tired starting at the computer...I want a bath..." kim: i'll go set one up for you. Jacqueline: "Thanks..." *takes off her jacket* "How was your work?" -elsewhere- Black Star: *holding a box, which he's wrapping up* -elsewhere- Relan: *gobbling a third bowl of ramen* tamaki: you sure worked up an appetite. Relan: ^\\\\^ "I guess I did...I feel really energized!" shinra: >/////< too cute for words... Arthur: *pokes at his food, listlessly...* *yawns* tamaki: you ok? Arthur: "...I can't get any faster..." tamaki: .... Tsukiyo: "That's just because Benimaru has fast reflexes..." *sneaks food from Tamaki's plate* "You just have to predict his patterns..." fang-hua: *chop* Tsukiyo: >_< "Hey!" -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *sitting, arms crossed* gin: you ok? Akutagawa: "The Tiger was getting close to that Guild girl." gin: eh? Akutagawa: "I wanted to brawl with him, not have him trapsing off with her..." gin: .... 7-7; Akutagawa: "How do you convince someone to brawl with you? Perhaps wrestling?" -elsewhere- Rin: *lying on the rooftop* madoka: i brought some rice balls. Rin: *smiles* "Thanks...I'm sure they're tasty..." madoka: how're you feeling? Rin: "...Confused." *bites one* "Why did Dad hide that?" madoka:....im not sure. i dont really know anything about his past. Rin: "Letter is so long that I can't figure it all out yet..." madoka: hmm....*holds his hand* Rin: *pats hers* "Thanks..." madoka: ^^ -elsewhere- Meme: "Tsugumi...Isn't that Anya's friend over there?" tsugumi: hmm? Meme: "The girl with the Russian name...What was it...?" ao: miss yana? yana: *struggling with the crane game* ak! blasted machine! *bangs her fist against it* Meme: "Yo! Having troubles with the Claw?" yana: i got it under control. *drops her quarter* ah! fuck.... *bends down to get it, putting something on the back of the machine* there we go! Meme: "The trick is to hit the button right before the Claw aligns over the toy you want. Which one you trying for?" yana: that one. *a small mouse* *plushie get!* YES! Meme: "Oh, cute mouse!" yana: ^u^ *internally smirking* Meme: "I think Anya is around--you want to show that plushie to her?" -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: "Now, hold the camera..." *turns into fox form* -elsewhere- atsushi: TT_____TT (thinking: save me plz) ???: "More snacks, please!" atsushi: yes, ma'am.... *trying not to cry* ???: "??? Sweetie? What's wrong?" atsushi: im ok! (thinking: its like she walked out of the kardashian's show and no one knows how to send her back T-T ) ???: =3= "But you look all sad! You shouldn't be sad right now!" atsushi: i didnt sleep much last night TT-TT ???: "Well, that's no good! You need sleep to feel good throughout the day! Is your bed not comfy?" atsushi:.......um.... (thinking: WHY DO I HAVE TO STAY THE NIGHT AND SLEEP IN A PET BED?! IM NOT A PET DAMMIT!) ???: "I could add more pillows?" -elsewhere- Chuuya: *struggling to stay awake while reading* mito: *asleep on his lap* Chuuya: "..." *shuts his book, pets Mito* mito: *purrs* Chuuya: "Good kitty..." -elsewhere- lana: *unable to sleep* "Touma": "You will do as I say, when I say." lana: *jolts out of bed* !!!.... h-he's not here.... *The room is dark and quiet...A creek is heard on a floorboard* lana: *turns* ?!?! *Nothing is there...* lana:....*whimpers* *Lana's phone: *CHIRP** lana: !!! *checks her phone* *It's a photo of an old-timey phone* lana: ?? *chirp* [I continue to take digital daguerreotypes of this telephone. But I don't know whether the angel waves of the Internetwork are transmitting such images.] lana:.....huh? [um. we can just talk through the text ^^; ] [Yes. But one query: what is 'text'?] lana: ^^; [it's what we're doing right now. ] [I now understand. Thank you. How are you?] lana: [could have been better. *sigh emoticon* ] [What happened? (And how did you make that face appear?)] lana: [just stressed. (i could show you sometime if you want)] [I am sorry. I find reading and tea helps me with stress. (Oh! That would be helpful!)] lana: .... [I am sorry to write at such length at this late hour. And I am sorry how your night is. I hope it improves] lana: ... [thanks, edgar.] [I hope I was of service.] -elsewhere- Montgomery: *screaming into a pillow* anne: ?? Montgomery: "He is such an idiot!" *looks at Anne* "Right?! I mean, he left me--us--behind! Then he embarrasses me!" anne:.... *pap pap* Montgomery: "..." *small hug* "That was infuriating...What is with him...?" -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: *outside, sipping water* louisa: *checking map* ah! here it is...... ._.; Fitzgerald: " 'Wonderful...Manor'...Is that ironic?" louisa: on the bright side, it does have a proper bath and toilet. Fitzgerald: "Well, thank goodness for small favors..." *stares at her* "Books?" louisa: *nods* i've been working on strategies. Fitzgerald: "Hmm...Your ability to determine probabilities and make strategies for 'predicting' how to deal with them. Very well: if Alcott, the best ability user in the Guild, is here, then 500 million dollars is small change." louisa: !! ... ./////////. t-thank you lord francis..... um... i have to be alone to do this, so if you dont mind waiting... Fitzgerald: "Not at all." *opens a door* "I'll wait in here." guy: D8 louisa: lord francis! that's the neighbor's room! Fitzgerald: "What?! You mean our base is simply one room? ... Well, still, I'll wait here." louisa: *sweatdrop* -outside death city- girl in bandages: woah! so that's death city? coolio! vampire looking boy: *in the car* girl in bandages: alright, tomorrow first thing, we find ourselves some jobs! vampire looking boy: jooooy. TTuTT -elsewhere in death city- atsushi: TT____TT *waiting* *His phone chirps with a text* atsushi: *examines phone* Dazai: [How's the bodyguarding going, stud~?] atsushi: T-T [nothing happened yet.] Dazai: [oh-ho? 'nothing'?] atsushi: [as in no sign of the stalker! -_-] *looks out window* Dazai: [well, keep your eyes open, Tiger--counting on you!] *One person walking along the street...* atsushi:... [alright.] *The person vanishes* atsushi: .... *knocks on the door* ma'am? are you alright? Model: "Wh-What?" atsushi: are you ok? Model: "F-Fine!" *a loud sniff can be heard inside* atsushi: !!! *SLAMS DOOR OPEN* Model: "Eek!" *tosses a sheet over part of the bed...she's in her underwear and a t-shirt* atsushi: *shuts eyes* I'M SO SORRY MA'AM! >/////<;;; Model: "You should be!" *throws a pillow at him* *Something crunches outside* atsushi: !!!!! *goes to check* *The stranger is there...holding a camera...peeping through the window* Stalker: o_o;;;; atsushi: YOU! *runs to the window and lunges at the stalker* Model: "?!! W-T-F?!" *ducks behind the bed* Stalker: "AAAH!" *tries to run...* atsushi: *TACKLES* oh no you dont! Stalker: "Ow!" *the camera lands on the grass* "My camera!" Model: *putting on her bathrobe...hides the stuff on her bedsheet again, runs outside* atsushi: *has him pinned down* oh no you dont! Model: *exits, spots Atsushi on top of the Stalker...* .\\\. Stalker: "I wasn't doing nothing! You can't prove nothing!" atsushi: *checks the camera, still having him pinned down* *The photos show the Model inside, changing her clothes...and laying out a bag with a white substance, a mirror, and a rolled up dollar bill* atsushi: ?! holy shit. Model: "Wh-What is it?" *trying to look over Atsushi's shoulder* atsushi: ma'am....can we go inside now? i got this guy.... *looks at the stalker* Model: "...Okay?" Stalker: ._.;;;; "Don't tell my mom!" atsushi: *whispers* dont worry, i have a plan... Stalker: "???" -later when the authorities arrive- officer: anything else? Model: *smiling at Atsushi* Stalker: D: "I CAN'T GO TO JAIL!" atsushi: i noticed a weird smell in her room... Model: O_O;;; officer: really? ma'am? mind if we have a look-see? Model: "Y-Yes, I do! My room is a mess, and you don't have a warren!" officer: it's 'warrant'. also, we dont judge for messy rooms. unless there's something you're hiding? Model: O_____O;;;; "...I left out my vibrator on my bed." officer: ma'am... we dont judge for that either. you sure dont want us getting in there... Model: "M-My room is none of your business, everything is fine! This boy is just imagining smells! I bet he has an awful scent of smell!" atsushi: -_-; officer: ma'am. if you dont mind coming down with us to answer some questions- Model: "Wh-Why?! I haven't done anything! This little punk was spying on me in my room!" officer 2: is that right? and could you explain this? *shows the picture on the camera* Model: o___________o "...That is PhotoShopped." officer: on a digital camera? *raises brow* Model: "..." *glares at Atsushi* "I want my lawyer." -and so, after the investigation, she was put into rehab- atsushi: so....um....camera kid- Camera Kid: *cowering away* "Wh-What?!" atsushi: how did you find out about this? Camera Kid: Q~Q "If I tell you, am I going to jail?" atsushi: well, you're still just a student, so i think the worst they'd do is make you do community service. Camera Kid: "...I've been following Honeycrisp for a month now when I saw her assistant stop by the corner behind my house to buy some cocaine from my classmate Winnie--" atsushi: *listening* Camera Kid: "And I thought, 'Hey, a tabloid would be up for that stuff!' They love that stuff! And they pay! I could buy...buy..." atsushi: ?? Camera Kid: "J-Jewelry..." atsushi: hmm... Camera Kid: "For M-Mama..." atsushi: .....so you went with your gut then? Camera Kid: "..." *shrug* "Hasn't killed me yet." atsushi: .....*small smile* i decided to go with my gut too when i told the officers about the smell. Camera Kid: QWQ "Th-Thank you, Mister!" *takes his hand, shakes it* "I won't forget this!" -and so- atsushi: and that's what happened. Kunikida: "...And you just...let the supermodel...with the money...get taken by police..." atsushi: well, she got the help she needs now... fukuzawa:.....you did what you believed to be the right thing, despite orders given........good job. Dazai: *pats Atsushi's head* "Yep!" atsushi:...*smiles* odasaku:....good job, kiddo. atsushi: thanks od-....thanks. Dazai: "And just think--when she gets out of rehab, I'm sure she will thank you!" -morning- louisa: *asleep, multiple strategies written out* Fitzgerald: *returning, with a cup of tea, muttering* "That 'hot plate' is not 'hot,' nor is it a decent 'plate.' I'll have to--??? Alcott?" *nudges her shoulder* louisa: I WASNT SLEEPING ON THE JOB! O-O Fitzgerald: "...I assume you were not--that would mean you were working over-time, and I can't afford to pay you for that right now." louisa: r-right... i got several strategies written down... *yawns* perhaps a walk might do some good for me... Fitzgerald: "Excellent! I can pick up items we'll need." -on her walk- louisa: ... (thinking: hard to believe its autumn already... ) .... *notices something* -a dead sparrow- louisa:....*small frown* ???: oh no. -a girl with bandages goes over to the bird- girl: it's ok lil fella, i'll fix you right up! louisa: um...i...i dont think...there's anything...you can do for it... girl: hmmn? *smiles* dont worry, i got this! *picks up the bird* [ability; frankenstein] -a soft glow appears, and the bird is okay- louisa: !! girl: hehe, all better~! bird:....*starts attacking her* girl: good as new! louisa: D8 girl: what? louisa: t-that was- girl: oh! that was my ability! i can bring back dead animals! pretty cool, right? louisa: so you're an ability user as well. girl: EH?! YOU TOO?! YAY! boy: *pant pant* th-there....there you are, mary....*pant pant* mary: hmm? oh, bram! this girl's an ability user too! bram: oh? how... *pant pant* nice....phew... louisa: um...yes...uh...and you two are...? mary: *gives her a card that says 'Stoker and Shelly; general freelancing'* freelance ability users! we'll take any job you have for us, even if we suck horribly at it! bram: 7_7; louisa:....*idea* um...w-would you two...come with me? -and so, back at the wonderful manor- louisa: lord francis! i've recruited two new members for the new guild! Fitzgerald: *holding a large bag* "Excellent!" mary: nice to meet ya, mr fitz! bram: ....h-hello... mary: what's in the bag there? Fitzgerald: "Oh, hello! I got supplies for our new headquarters!" *pulls out a pot* mary: cool! louisa: ^^; Fitzgerald: "And more!" *pulls out two of the same pot* louisa: j-just how many... ._.; Fitzgerald: "They had a three for one sale! Sales! I forgot how fascinating they are!" bram: *sweatdrop* i thought this guild was....a lot different than this.... louisa: um...a-a lot has happened in the past months.... Fitzgerald: "We downsized." bram:....i can.....see that.... mary: cozy! ^u^ Fitzgerald: "While you were out, I was reviewing plans..." louisa: y-you were? o///o Fitzgerald: "Number 82!" louisa: eh? -one jumpcut later- -an old shed- glasses man:....*sigh* it'll all be over soon now.... -he has a bottle of plating solution and jack Daniels out- ???: "Plating solution? Hardly a decent last drink." glasses man: ?!?! w-who- Fitzgerald: "Don't mind me, Old Sport--just observing." glasses man: ?!?! h-how did you-?! Fitzgerald: "Don't mind me--I'm just observing. Good show on the choice for suicide: self-inflicted gunshot wounds are trite." glasses man: .... Fitzgerald: "When you drink, first your throat and stomach will burn and dissolve. Then there's the unquenchable thirst, ceaseless vomiting, until your organs dissolve...In Layman’s terms; you’re going to have a bad time." glasses man:........ Fitzgerald: "And still, you will be cursed, Dr. Eckleburg...Murderer." eckleburg: I DIDNT DO IT! Fitzgerald: "The video doesn't lie. The video system you yourself designed..." eckleburg: i-i couldnt have done it....yes, we did have a disagreement, and i went to drink it off....i must have collapes and i awoke in front of the building covered in blood...b-but it wasnt me! Fitzgerald: "...Hmm? Oh, sorry." *was staring at his smartphone* "GASP! She was busted for possession?!" eckleburg: D8< Fitzgerald: "Be that as it may, whether you are a criminal or not is not my concern: I will get you acquitted. For a price." eckleburg: r-really? Fitzgerald: "Yes. You will pay me the codes to the individual identification system that you developed." eckleburg: ??? j-just what are you, some kind of detective? Fitzgerald: "Please. I don't do cheap work. I'm a fixer. With powers an ordinary person doesn't have and personal connections, I distort the truth." eckleburg: so you're with the media? Fitzgerald: "Please--I have some self-respect. Now, you have a choice: give up your codes, which will pay me quite well, or the plating solution. Pick your poison." eckleburg: ..... -elsewhere- Giovanni: *inhales* "This is better." *looks at the others assembled* lisa: ...... Sho: *stares at Lisa* "...That is not the dress code." guruna: i wonder what the boss will have to say, kurukurukuru~ lisa:.... seraphim: you havent said a word since you got here... demon get your tongue? Giovanni: "No, I don't keep organs in jars. I put them in the freezer." dahlia:... arrow: ... Giovanni: "...I mean, when does the meeting start?" -elsewhere- Akitaru: "Damn...That's a lot of new tech." maki: ^u^ isnt it great? pusupusu: pususu~! ^o^ Vulcan: "??? The other one looks...kind of pissy." meramera: merame! >u< Vulcan: "...And why do you give your flames faces?" maki: it adds to the cuteness! plus the 8th needs a mascot! Vulcan: "...Do the other Brigades have mascots? Like, I don't see some flower as the symbol for the 5th..." -mahasset security office- Fitzgerald: *sets down his tea* "Tepid. Shows the slovenly quality of this company." mr buchanan: my apologies. now, why exactly are you here? Fitzgerald: "I'll get your former subordinate, Dr. Eckleburg, off on the murder charge. You will give me $10,000 as a completion bonus." mr buchanan: and how do you intend to do that? Fitzgerald: "I am a man of persistence--with connections to erase this crime." Lmr buchanan: ....impossible. the security system caught that 4-eyed cretin in the act. we cant afford to save a simple employee. he's the one who started the mess, so it's best to nip it at the bud, am i right? Fitzgerald: "...'Cretin.' If you're going to insult him, do it properly." louisa:... mr buchanan: is that all you wanted?....i see we have no further business here. daisy, if you mind showing mr fitzgerald out. daisy: understood, sir. Fitzgerald: ("Treating a subordinate in such manner...") "How unpleasant." *stands and brushes aside Daisy* "I'm leaving." louisa: *exits along with him* Fitzgerald: *looks around to see whether he is alone with Louisa* "..." louisa: sir? -no one else around- Fitzgerald: "Investigate this incident from the other side. This chairman knows something." louisa: hmmm... -later- rowena: *waiting outside school* Poe: *running, panting, then stops in front of her, bending down and trying to catch his breath...waves* rowena: you seem to be in a hurry, brother, did something happen? Poe: *nods* "Th-The Guild!" rowena: eh? Poe: *holds up a file* "Case! Solve it! Murder!" rowena: ah! so you're going to solve a murder case! *shiny eyes* Poe: "I-I didn't want to...But I wasn't willing to turn down Alcott, my 'comrade in shyness'..." rowena: i see. i wish i could have met her when she was here. perhaps another time... Poe: "I-I'm sorry to do this, but I have to stop by the Agency..." rowena: *frowns* the esper? Poe: "??? You mean Ranpo?" rowena: *nods* you said he doesnt have a gifted ability, but still manages to pull such impossible feats...he must be an esper! Poe: ._.;; "...Okay, let's go with that. In any case, I was going to have him look at the file--" rowena: eh? you're going to ask him? werent you a detective as well? Poe: .____.;;; "...He beats me. All the time." rowena: be honest with me. when was the last time you did _actual_ detective work? Poe: ._____.;;;; "...Writing murder fiction is kind of detective work..." rowena: >3< brotheeeer im being serious here! Poe: *covers his face* "I'm no good at this anymore!" rowena: .... *cheek tug* you're being foolish brother! >n< Poe: TT~TT "What would you have me do?!" rowena: i know you'll find a way. *smiles* i never stopped believing in you. Poe: Q~Q "R-Really?": rowena: *nods* ^^ Poe: *sniff, wipes his nose* QWQ "...Okay! Let's do it!" rowena: yay! but we'll need a plan first. -that night- rowena: *in a janitor's uniform* Poe: *wearing a mustache* "...Maybe this is a bad idea. I should go check on Karl--" rowena: no turning back now! >3< Poe: "!!! Okay! Okay! ...This is the room..." rowena: *looks around. no one*..... hmmmm... *takes the keys out* Poe: "How did you get the keys?" rowena: someone dropped them off for me at the dorm. not sure who. Poe: "!! Don't you find that...suspicious?" rowena: *nods* but it's convenient. -they're in. the room is empty- Poe: "???" rowena: alright. let's begin. Poe: *nods, putting on a glove and removing a UV light* rowena: *keeping guard* Poe: *spots a computer, looks it over...turns it on* *Computer startup chime* Poe: D8 rowena: o.o; *No one has arrived...yet?* Poe: Q~Q *waits for the computer to start up* *The computer appears with a set of users: "Buchanan," "Daisy," "Eckleburg," "Casper"* rowena: ?? Poe: *whispers* " 'Casper'? Was that the name of the deceased coworker...?" *looks at the keyboard* "...What is the password...?" rowena: dust for prints? Poe: *whispers* "Brilliant!" *removes the dust and holds the UV light to see which keys were typed* "Hmm...Wait...0-1-E-T-U-S-G...That spells..." *types* -guest01- *chirp, as Eckleberg's system appears...with a lot of coding* Poe: o_o;;; "This...is beyond me..." *hits a key and the surveillance system comes up* Poe: "That's...video of the murder?" rowena: hmm? *remove filter* !!!! Poe: *small gasp* "Oh no...It's a technology hex that changes people's faces!" rowena: *sweatdrop* -later- lana: zzzzz.... Poe: *unlocks the door, enters--* "!!!" *clutches a hand over his mouth, just staring at Lana* lana: zzzzzz.... Poe: "..." *removes his hand from his mouth* ("The moonlight brings out the fine qualities of her skin. That is not to ignore those flaws to it--but they are flaws that enrich the texture, like the lines on marble.") *tiptoes up to her...* lana: *shifting slightly* zzzzz.... Poe: ("This bed is not fit for such an angel...Granted, the guest bedroom is not, either, but it will be of more comfort than this couch...") "..." .\\\. ("HOW DO I TAKE HER TO THE GUEST BEDROOM WITHOUT HAVING TO TOUCH HER?!") lana: *small yawn* zzzzz Poe: ("...You can do this, Edgar. Just be gentle...Gentle...") "..." *carefully puts his fingers under her back and knees...* lana: *small sleep sounds* Poe: *lifts slowly...he's holding her in his arms* .\\\\\\. ("...MOVE YOUR LEGS, EDGAR! MOVE YOUR BLASTED LEGS!") *takes a step forward--and hears a floorboard creek* o\\\\\\\o;;;; lana: *leaning her head against him, smiling a bit* Poe: O\\\\\\\\\O;;;;;;;; ("I FEEL HER BREATHING ON MY CHEST! WHAT DEVILRY IS THIS?!") *slides past the floorboard, reaches guest room door, which is ajar, and enters...approaches the bed...slowly sets her down* lana: zzzzz... Poe: *completes setting her down...tucks her in...adjusts her pillow* lana: =w= Poe: *stares...smiles* ("Good night...") -morning, during the trial of dr eckleburg- Buchanan: *seated in the audience...smiling* judge: has the verdict been reached? Jury Foreman: "Yes, your honor. We-" -SLAM- eckleburg: ?? Fitzgerald: "OBJECTION!" judge: eh? jury person: who the hell is that guy? judge: we're in the middle of a trial here! D8< Juror #3: "That's that guy from the video game--Professor Layton!" juror 4: *facepalms* judge: if you dont leave this courtroom, i'll find you in contempt and have you thrown in jail! Fitzgerald: "_I_ decide the rules of any room in which I enter! The daydreams of a child at recess are more believable than this farce--so listen to me, you fools!" *holds up a digital recorder--and presses play* voice: 'fine, i'll write you the check. but you forget about what i said about the backdoor and the murder, alright?' buchanan: !!!!! eckleburg: !!!! Fitzgerald: "Yes! This iRys audio recorder (buy one, get three free) captured the entire conversation!" buchanan: t-that must have been some actor speaking! Fitzgerald: "And an actor also signed this check, payable to me, with your signature, for $400,000?" buchanan:.........*JAWDROP* D8 Fitzgerald: "My work here is done. But feel free to continue this farce." *waves as he exits the courtroom* buchanan: *chasing after him* YOU SON OF A BITCH! *collar grab* you're going to throw all that money away for some absurd sense of justice?! neither the check or recording can be used as evidence! they cant prove it was me! Fitzgerald: *smacks away Buchanan's hand* "First, the recording is permissible--I am not a police officer. Second, your behavior is outing you already as guilty. Third..." *small laugh* " 'Justice'? Please. This was about your stocks." buchanan: ??? w-what are you- Fitzgerald: "Just the rumor of you being a murderer is enough to make your stocks plunge. It's already begun..." *holds up a phone, showing the stock market* "I already did short-selling of your stock, grossing 400 million dollars. By tomorrow, your company's stock will be worthless. That was Alcott's plan from the start." buchanan: .....*falls to his knees in shock* you got to be kidding me... all my years of work... -he throws a punch at fitzgerald- Fitzgerald: *catches the punch* buchanan: ?!?!?! Fitzgerald: *$1,000 hand squeeze* buchanan: *SCREAMS IN PAIN* officer: hold it right there! *glares at buchanan* Fitzgerald: "Attempted physical assault...Officer, please be sure to investigate that along with his other crimes." *turns and heads for the exit* -elsewhere- karl: *prodding lana's face* lana: *yaaawn* hmmm? *The scent of tea is coming from the kitchen* lana: *streeetch and heads over* morning edgar... thanks for- *ahem* thanks. 7///7; *taking a seat* so, how did the job go last night? Poe: .\\\\. *he's in an apron baking muffins* "Y-You're welcome...I...It went well. Got the information we needed, my sister and I." *nervous small laugh* lana: ^^ Poe: *sets out tray of muffins* "...Walnut maple muffin?" -elsewhere- louisa: *looking at phone*..... !!!! Fitzgerald: "???" louisa: oh goodness..... -article; family of two murdered in home.- Fitzgerald: "...Oh no..." louisa: how terrible... *holding back tears* -elsewhere- yosano: *reading the paper* victims were chad carson and veronica mckaul-carson... Dazai: "...One of those interviewed by us..." ranpo: *examining autopsy photos* look at the cuts on their necks....they were cut where major arteries are. so the killer had a fairly good sense of knowledge on the human body. and a scalpel was used to do the deed, given the size of the cuts. Dazai: "..." *stares at Yosano* yosano: D8< ranpo: they had a security camera installed. maybe we should check that out? Dazai: *nods* "Let's go." atsushi: right behind you. -and so- Dazai: "Got the video?" atsushi: *nods* -the video shows the couple relaxing at home and someone arrives. a young lady with dark hair. the three talk while the dark-haired woman goes out of the frame. she then returns with tea for the two. – atsushi: ...... -after some time passes in the video, the man collapses and the other woman sits down. the dark-haired woman pulls something from her bag; a scalpel. she then goes over to the man, and slashes his throat as the other woman begins screaming in horror- atsushi: !!!! Dazai: "That's her, isn't it? I remember asking..." -the two seem to be talking, before the dark-haired woman finishes the job on the other. she then looks up at the camera, smiling. she seems to be mouthing 'did i do a good job, master fyodor?'- Dazai: "Can you read lips?" atsushi:....*shakes his head* ranpo: *examines the security system; manhasset security* hmm... Dazai: "Spotted something, Detective?" ranpo: i think i heard this company made some face recognition security system. Dazai: *looks closer* " 'Manhasset'...Weren't they in the news?" ranpo: yeah, but who cares about that. *checking the system* -the dark-haired woman is identified... 'Zoey Lewis'- atsushi:....she looks different from the photo... Dazai: "Yeah--crazy eyes." atsushi: *examines the file*.....wait....isnt this that woman who went missing?! Dazai: "Yep...And she just killed the nurse who was trying to find her." atsushi: *gulp* Dazai: "Ranpo, you know anyone who can read lips? Or someone at Manhasset?" -two days later- eckleburg: i just wanted to thank you so much for all you've done, mr fitzgerald. Fitzgerald: *seated in his new corporate office, reading the newspaper* "How is your reinstatement going?" *pulls out shopping advertisement* eckleburg: well, my work has increased substantially. but it's better than life in prison. *chuckles* Fitzgerald: "The real crime would be to let your talent go to waste...And with the resources of this company now in my hands, especially your Eyes of God, all will help me in my search..." *takes the advertisement, stands, moves towards the exit* -elsewhere- zoey: ......*blankly staring at her scalpel* .....ehehe.... FD: "You did very well." zoey: ah~ *blush* FD: *takes the scalpel from her hand* "And what do you feel after what you did?" zoey:....as long as.....it pleases you....it doesnt really matter how i feel.... FD: *kisses her forehead* "That was the correct answer~" yana: *rolls eyes and gags* FD: "Did you complete all other work that needed to be done in your former friend's house?" -elsewhere- Izuku: "We're not really on-the-ground police...but you think this was a normal killing?" ochako: i dont know. but it's scary to think about. [all might: the villains who stand out are dangerous, but its the ones that lurk in the shadows you should really keep your guard up against...] Izuku: *balling up his hands into fists, shaking* "I-I hope that this killer is pulled from the shadows...because we should stop them!" -elsewhere- Dr. John: "..." *sips her alcohol, shakes* sachiko: ....damn.... Dr. John: *shakes her head* "I-I should have seen this coming..." sachiko: .....*sigh* i will be paying my respects... Dr. John: "...Sachiko?" sachiko: hmm? Dr. John: "...I need DWMA protection." sachiko: ?? melinda? Dr. John: *shakes her head* "I-I can't talk here...Can't you get me inside the school?" sachiko: ...i'll see what i can do.. -elsewhere- Mori: "Well, well, well, this is no good..." naoya: nyeh? Mori: *holds up an empty box of cereal* "We need more. ...What did you think I meant?" -elsewhere- Kunikida: "...Troubling." kirako: *nod* Kunikida: "We were assigned to find this woman, now she is killing people? What would provoke this reaction? Hallucinogens?" kirako: who can tell.... Kunikida: "Any word from Dazai and Ranpo?" kirako: nothing yet... Kunikida: "Call me the minute they contact you. I will meet with the company boss." kirako: *nods* Kunikida: *approaches boss's door* -elsewhere- Kid: "Father? What is it?" -elsewhere- Rin: "Zzz..." madoka: zzzz....*snuggle* Rin: *cuddles* madoka: =/////= Rin: *kisses her cheek in his sleep* -elsewhere- Hyde: *passed out, dosed in holy water* x___x -elsewhere- Kuro: *asleep atop a stack of textbooks* -elsewhere- Anya: =\\\\= *sigh of relief* tsugumi: hmm? Anya: "A bath is so good..." tsugumi: yeah. mio: oh, and your friend from school won you something in the claw machine. Anya: "???" -elsewhere- yana:.....*glances at the incubator* -inside resembles a small newborn- yana:...soon enough... FD: "Any idea for a name?" yana: *shrug* FD: "Well, keep at it." *pats her head* yana: *nod nod* FD: "Want me to bring other materials? I'm sure Zoey can find some more meat--" yana: i-it'll be fine. *sweatdrop* FD: *shrugs* "Whatever works..." -elsewhere- Shima: *eating a sandwich* -staaaaare- Shima: *suddenly tense* "I KNOW YOU ARE OUT THERE! AND IT WON'T WORK!" *picks up his weapon--and a slip of paper* -silence- Shima: "..." *puts away the paper* unagi: *staaaaare* Shima: *but still clutches his weapon--and dives at a tree* "There you are!" unagi: eep! >-< Shima: "??? Snake priestess?" unagi: <pink haired devil....> 7///7;;; Shima: "?! Hey...What's with that face?" unagi: <.....you have cursed me...> Shima: "???" <...How did _I_ curse you?> unagi: <ever since that night....i've had.....strange feelings....> 7/////7 Shima: <'That night'?> (" 'Strange'?") unagi: <you came in the dead of night, playing that instrument and professing such feelings for me...> Shima: "..." *claps, laughs* <Oh, yeah! Now I remember when I--> "!!!" o\\\\o "...Oh..." unagi: ./////. Shima: o\\\\o <...And you've been...spying on me?> unagi: >->;;;; Shima: <...What did you see me doing?> -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: "Now, hold the camera..." *in fox form, who then bounces over to Hikage and Hinata* hinata + hikage: *pose* -snap- reimi: got it! Mr. Tsubaki: ^^ "Great! Thank you. Now I just have to finish cooking..." -elsewhere- Higan: "Just got the finishing touches to do..." -elsewhere- Tool: *staring at a 'pet turtle' display at a pet shop* "..." io: O.O Tool: "...Who did this to you, you majestic creatures?" turtle: ^o^ Tool: "...I want a turtle sanctuary..." saki: ^^; Pet Shop Employee: "Sir, may I help--" Tool: *aims sickle at him* "Release. The turtles." Pet Shop Employee: ._.; saki: tuhl, lets put the sickle down. ^^; -elsewhere- Poe: *shaking* owo karl: zzzzz =w= Poe: ("I-I managed to stay calm, have a conversation face-to-face without making a fool of myself...") *instantly spills his tea* D8> karl: *licks the tea* Poe: *lays out a towel rag to soak up the rest* "St-Still not as bad as it could be..." -elsewhere- Emine: *doing homework* "..." -elsewhere- Yohei: -_-; "Stop splashing, kiddo--you're getting more water on the floor than yourself." *holds up squeaky bath toy* toru: uu! ^o^ chie: ^^ *washing toru's hair* Yohei: *silly voice* "Does Toru want Mr. Rubber Ducky?" toru: dukky! chie: ^^ Yohei: "Quack quack quack!" toru: XD Yohei: *squeezes the duck, which makes a squeaky sound* -elsewhere- Bon: *grunts* -elsewhere- mito: zzzzz Chuuya: *petting her, while he looks at photographs* -photos of a younger chuuya and kouyou- Chuuya: ("I was so tiny...unlike now.") mito: *purrs* Chuuya: "She...keeps looking out for me." mito: =w= Chuuya: "...I should do something for her." -elsewhere- Dazai: *standing on his head* atsushi: ?? Dazai: "Helps me think..." atsushi:.....oookay then. Dazai: "Zoey...Hospital...What's the link? Those people missing from the hospital..." atsushi: .......kyouka told me about a man on the camera from earlier? Dazai: "??? A man?" atsushi: *nods* she said you saw a man in the camera at a restaurant? Dazai: *sighs* "Difficult ID'ing him...Looks familiar..." atsushi: hm..... Dazai: "There was one guy I met that looked like him...Even with the tech, it looked blurry." atsushi: hmmm.... Dazai: *sighs, lying down on the floor* "Whoever this guy is, he's hiding his tracks..." -underground- yana: *checking her phone* hmm. seems the 1st brigade handled some stuff i could care less about. FD: "Well, you know, the news needs to cover random stuff to fill up the pages..." *looks over her shoulder--and spots a photo of the 1st--* "!!! Well, _this_ is an interesting development…” barkova: *barking at the photo, drool dripping from her teeth* FD: *pats Barkova's head* "You recognize her too, huh, girl? Our old friend..." yana: hmm? you know these guys? FD: *points to Dia* "One in particular..." yana: hmmm.... {young!dia: *staring in horror, unable to speak*} {FD: *quiet laughter, blood dripping from his hand*} yana: so do we do something about it or just stick with the plan? FD: "Hmm..." *holds up two hands* "Stick to the plan...or have some fun with an old friend...?" barkova: o^o FD: "Meh. Guess it's more responsible to stick to the plan." yana: ah. zoey:...... FD: "I'll finish up the look at the security system. Yana, keep me updated on the little parasite." yana: *nods* FD: "Come along, <my dear>." zoey: of course~ FD: "Time to complete this new software..." *sits at desk* -elsewhere- Spirit: *looking through files* marie: *examining papers* Spirit: "You having any luck?" marie: nothing..*sigh* Spirit: "Nothing either...Sachiko seemed shaken by this..." marie: well, it happened to a coworker, so it's hard not to be...i can kind of relate....the DWMA faces dangerous things all the time....even jo-....*bites her lip* Spirit: *pat pat* marie: *sniff* t-thank you.... Spirit: "Take five...I'll keep looking." marie: n-no, i'll be ok... *wipes eye* Spirit: "...Okay. Let me take this file..." *opens it* -elsewhere- izumi: ...... Montgomery: "Hey...You okay? izumi: yeah....just worried about my mom.... Montgomery: "Oh...She's a doctor, right?" izumi: a nurse, but yeah... Montgomery: "What has she been dealing with?" izumi: stress about this whole murder thing....it was one of her coworkers who died... Montgomery: "Oh...That one in the news? I'm sorry..." izumi: yeah...i dont know how im able to help...she's....been through a lot in life. Montgomery: "...I wish I knew what to say...Not exactly familiar with 'family life'..." izumi: ....sorry to hear that. Montgomery: *shrug* "It happens...Maybe your mom just wants to know you're there?" izumi:...*nods* yeah... Montgomery: "...Does she ever have a lunch break that you could stop by during your lunch break?" izumi: maybe. it might help. Montgomery: "..." -\\\- "Not like I'm looking for more business at the cafe or anything..." -elsewhere- Sakuya: "All set." naho: they're gonna love this! Belkia: "Hee hee..." naho: *looks at the banner* -happy birthday tsubaki and lilac- Sakuya: "...Be nice if we had heard from someone else..." naho: hmm? Sakuya: "...Mr. Tsubaki is nowhere to be heard about Lilac?" naho: ....im sure he'll send something. *smiles* Sakuya: "...Better not be lying..." lavender: mail call. Belkia: *claps his hands* "Something for me?" lavender: it's from asakusa? Sakuya: "?!!" naho: *opens the box* there's a letter and a picture in here! *Letter: "To my subclass Lilac: I am sorry I am not there to wish you the happy birthday that you deserve." *inside are chocolate-covered orange slices* naho: awww... Sakuya: *removes another letter* "It's to...Tsubaki." -_-;;;; naho: oh. T_T; lavender: well her birthday is coming up too, so. naho: oh! right! OwO;; Sakuya: "...Do we have to give this to her? It's probably creepy..." tsubaki: hmm? is something going on? Sakuya: "!!!" *hides letter* ^^;; -elsewhere- Fitzgerald: *humming* -someone watches from a distance- Twain: *peering through binoculars* girl in overalls: soooo, what're we doin? *swinging on a tree from what looks like a spider thread* girl in glasses: mr steinbeck told us to monitor fitzgerald's next move. man in pink: hard to believe he's head of a security company now. still no clue where nate, margie and eddie are. i hope they're ok... Twain: "Shh!" -they shut up- -peeeeek- Fitzgerald: *sets down his tea* "Hmm...But the other store had peanut butter at a much lower cost..." bram: hmm.. louisa: this is nice ^^ mary: duuuude, they got croutons and everything! Fitzgerald: "??? You like croutons?" mary: yeah, plus the word sounds funny ^^ bram:...ah. *sips tea* Fitzgerald: "Remind me again about your abilities?" mary: i can bring dead animals back to life! i think it has something to do with sending a shock to their soul wavelength or something? and bram can create and control his blood to his whims. he can even make weapons out of it! bram:..... *coughing up blood* urk- louisa: D8 Fitzgerald: "..." *offers a napkin* bram:....t-thanks.... -___- man in pink: oh no! the poor dear. D8> Fitzgerald: *looking at Bram...* bram:....i-its....a side effect...th-that happens a lot.... Fitzgerald: "Ah. Well, we can't have that. Louisa, I think we'll need more orange juice." girl in overalls: who're those guys? Twain: "...New players?" girl in overalls: neato! Twain: "Shh!" girl in overalls: OwO Fitzgerald: "We will have to make room for you in this operation, give you work as we proceed with plans..." mary: okay ^^ Fitzgerald: "And what do you want in exchange?" mary: all we're looking for is a roof over our heads and something to do. bram: i suppose we're just looking for some place to call home. Fitzgerald: "Hmm...Louisa, do you have a plan for using them?" -elsewhere- Poe: ^^;; karl: O.O~? Poe: "I was so busy daydreaming I forgot what I was doing..." *sets out Karl's food* karl: ^u^ *nom nom nom* Poe: *pet pet* "Now to make dreams into realities..." -elsewhere- Jacqueline: *her head is on fire* .\\\\. kim: *has the extinguisher out* Jacqueline: "J-Just do it already!" -PWSSSSSH- Jacqueline: *covered in foam* ._. "...Thank you." -elsewhere- Mephisto: *setting out coffee and treats* -elsewhere- Arthur: "Have at thee!" sayu: HYA! Arthur: *swings his blade on a low-flame* "I will get you!" sayu: *dodge and kicks him in the junk from behind* Arthur: X_____X *collapses* -elsewhere- Rin: "You can do it, Madoka!" madoka: *hitting targets* shura: *smiles*....... shiemi: way to go, miss kaname! ^o^ Rin: *claps* "Woo!" shura: ..... (thinking: this damn kid's gonna get us in so much trouble...) -elsewhere- Vulcan: *fixing walkie-talkie* "Okay, can you hear me now?" maki: yep, loud and clear. Vulcan: "Awesome..." *walks around* "Surprised you guys let them go to such ill-repair." -elsewhere- Hawthorne: "..." *he's in a closet, shirtless...* ???: *sniffle* Hawthorne: "..." *takes out a chain...* young!hawthorne: *staring at him, bloodstained* Hawthorne: "...Stop that...I have to atone..." young!hawthorne?:....hehehehe.... Hawthorne: *brings the chain down on his own back* "Shut up!" mitchell:......... Hawthorne: *pants* "I...did this all the time...to make up for my sins..." young!hawthorne?: no one will hear us screaming... im scared. im scared! ahaha! Hawthorne: "Shut up...My faith will guide me..." *whips himself again* young!hawthorne?: *broken smile* you killed that man.....monster. *blood dripping from his head* *Whip* Hawthorne: "Shut up...I will work off this sin..." mitchell:...... Hawthorne: "I will..." *whip* "I will..." *whip* "I..." *his hand trembles...he drops the chain and falls to his knees* -silence- Hawthorne: *his back is bleeding...he collapses to the floor in the fetal position* -silence...- Hawthorne: "God...Mitchell...Make it stop..." mitchell?:...s...sa...ave.....me.... Hawthorne: "?!!!" *turns* mitchell:...... -no reply- Hawthorne: "...Speak to me...Please..." -nothing- {mitchell:...i...l...lo...lo...} {Hawthorne: "???"} -silence- Hawthorne: *whimpers* "...Kill..." mitchell:.... Hawthorne: "Kill...that monster..." -elsewhere- Akutagawa: "..." gin: ryu? Akutagawa: "Hmm?" *smiles* "Hello." gin: you ok? Akutagawa: "Of course! Isn't that right, Atsushi?" *holds up tiger plushie* gin:..... Akutagawa: QWQ gin:...*pap pap* ryu... Akutagawa: *hugs* gin: just let it out... Akutagawa: "I-I'm not normal...I'm...What is wrong with me?" gin: what do you mean exactly? Akutagawa: "Normal people don't do this. Normal people don't want to do those things to someone like him..." gin: ?? Akutagawa: "...I'm a stalker. A freak." gin: ....*pats his back*..... Akutagawa: "...I'm gay." gin: there's nothing wrong with that. Akutagawa: "...I'm not doing the right thing, am I?" gin: ... -elsewhere- ango:....hey odasaku....i know you probably cant hear me, but.....i just wanted to say hello.....*sigh* of course you wont answer......after what i've done, you probably hate me too......i couldnt blame you.... Dazai: "..." *crosses his arms* ango: !!....dazai.....good to see you.... Dazai: *waves* "...Had the same thought." ango: .....i had some time off....thought i'd come see an old friend.... Dazai: "Hmm...How's he doing?" ango: ...same as always....*sigh*... Dazai: "..." *shoulder pat* ango: ...you still havent forgiven me, huh? Dazai: *holds up a ruler, points at the top* "This is forgiveness." *points at one-inch* "You're about here. Which, incidentally, is Chuuya's height." ango:...*small chuckle* Dazai: "..." *pats Odasaku's tombstone* "Hope you're getting some rest, buddy." ango:.....*wipes his eyes* Dazai: "??? ..." *offers a hanky* ango: t-thanks........*ahem* so....how's life? Dazai: "My student is kicking ass and getting all the girlies." ango:....sounds dandy. 7_.7; Dazai: "How 'bout you? Work keeping you busy?" ango: yeah. often too busy to find a romantic partner. Dazai: "How about just someone to share your bed for the night?" ango:.... 7____.7; i'd try, but walking into those kind of establishments can be a little....embarrassing....i-if you're gonna flaunt, do it in private. Dazai: "...I meant a friend with benefits." *smirk* "What were you thinking?" ango: i-i wasnt thinking anything sexual! >///.<; Dazai: "Ha ha ha!" ("Like old times...") -elsewhere- Montgomery: *wiping tables* -ding- Montgomery: "Yes, hello. Welcome." -elsewhere- Benimaru: "...They are not terrible." fang-hua: *nods* they've come a long way. kirei: *nods* Benimaru: "...Hmm. If you were me, how would you reward them?" fang-hua: hmmm.... hmmmmmm..... *in deep thought* Benimaru: "Perhaps I should remove the weights from their ankles..." fang-hua + kirei: *sweatdrop* Relan: *collapsed on the ground* -elsewhere- Shotaro: "I can't figure out the answer to this question..." *holds up homework* chie: need some help, kiddo? setsuna: ^^ Shotaro: *nods* "I'm supposed to show my work..." -elsewhere- Kid: *folding clothes* stocking: hey kid? i could use some help in here. Kid: "Coming." *approaches* stocking: *tied in ropes* mind helping me out here? it's easier to do this with two people...~ Kid: o\\\\o "...H-How did you even get into this symmetrical mesh of ropes?" stocking: practice~ sooo....~ 7///7 Kid: "..." *smirks* "Why the rush?" *rests a hand along her ankle* stocking: i was hoping to surprise you i guess~ Kid: *slides his hand up her leg* "Consider me surprised..." stocking: ahh~ =///T Kid: "Persuade me to loosen these ropes..." *his hand reaches her hip, his other hand resting just under her arm* stocking: oh~ m-maybe i want them tighter~? Kid: *his hands move to the ropes around her waist* "Like this...?" *tugs* stocking: a-ahhh~<3 Kid: *small groan* "These do accentuate your body's natural charm..." *tightens the ropes on her wrists* stocking: oh~! >///< Kid: "Too tight?" *examines her wrist* stocking: *small smile* i-im ok kid. im not made of glass. Kid: *smiles* "You're right..." *a hand rests over her sex* "Still, I want to hear something shatter..." stocking: mmmn~ >///< Kid: *his finger rests along her there, as he leans his head to her arm--and licks* stocking: *soft moan* Kid: *his other hand holds one of her breasts* "These ropes make them look all the more seductive..." stocking: ahh~ Kid: *buries himself in the crook of her neck, kissing her--as his fingers squeeze her nipple* stocking: kiiid~! Kid: "Say you want it..." *he bites her neck lightly* stocking: a-ahh! k-kid! please! Kid: *unbuckles his pants, sliding them and his boxers down, as he holds her wrists* "Say 'pretty please with sugar on top'..." stocking: p-pretty please with sugar on top, babe~? Kid: *smiles, as he removes a condom* "You got it..." -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: *in fox form, napping* "Zzz..." -elsewhere- mafura:....~? Touma: "Quite a nice day, is it not, Tsurugi?" tsurugi: it certainly is, mr touma, sir~! ^^ Touma: "Indeed..." *pats Mafura's head* "Perhaps it is a day for some outdoor activities." mafura: yay! ^o^ Touma: "I want you to check in on a friend of mine..." mafura: ok! Touma: "I think you'll like her--she's quite trusting..." -elsewhere- Poe: *holding a plate of cookies* owo;;; ghost child: expecting company? Poe: "Maybe? I don't know. Probably not. You know how people's schedules are...Or how they realize they made terrible mistakes and shouldn't come over to visit." *nervous laughter* -knocks- Poe: owo "!!!" *opens the door* lana: *shaking a bit* hey. Poe: *serious* "Lana? What's wrong?" lana: j-just had some trouble on the way, n-nothing major. ^^ (mafura: mr touma said he wanted to see you again.) Poe: " 'Trouble'? Were you harassed?" lana: .... i-it's fine, really. *wipes eyes* Poe: "..." *holds out a napkin* "It doesn't seem that way..." lana: .... *wipes eyes*.... Poe: "..." *sets down cookies, takes her hand* "Come. Sit down..." lana: *sniff* t-thanks. Poe: "...This does not seem like just 'trouble'...Is this something for the police...or detectives?" lana:...i-i dont know... Poe: "...Did they follow you here?" lana: n-no....i got away... Poe: "And who is 'they'?" lana:... Poe: "...You don't have to tell me. I just...hope I can help, either way." lana:....*tears falling as she trembles* Poe: "!!!" *awkward back pat* -she explains everything. and i mean _everything_- Poe: o________o "...Vampires?" lana: i-i know, it all sounds crazy. hell, even i have a hard time believing it... Poe: "And this man...?" lana: *whimpering* he's making my life a living hell...i dont know what to do... Poe: "...You can't let him do this to you..." lana: i-i know...b-but.. -she explains some more, including that he had intentions on targeting him- Poe: ._. *small voice, points at himself* "Me?" lana:....*trembling* im sorry...he's trying to hurt you because i got close to you...im so sorry....*crying* Poe: "..." *hug* lana: ??!! Poe: "You have nothing to apologize for." lana: b-but i... Poe: "This is beyond you...Whoever this monster is, he is the one responsible, not you." lana:.....*crying into his chest* i just want my life back to normal. without him terrorizing me! Poe: .\\\. *pats her back, stroking* "...You've tried to do this alone...I think you need help..." lana: *trembling, still crying* Poe: "...You can't trust the police on this, if he is this powerful...The Agency...?" lana:...i-i dont know what to do...s-should i lay low? and what if he goes after my dad next? Poe: "...He might. Maybe you both need to be somewhere else." lana:.....where do we go? Poe: .w.;;; "...I have many spare rooms." lana: i-is that a good idea....i-if he finds out where you live... Poe: "I will protect you." lana: ..... *small blush* Poe: .\\\. "A-And we have ghosts here! Ghosts can intimidate the scariest person!" *nervous laugh* lana:....*small laugh* Poe: "So...Um...Think about it?" lana:.....ok..... *small kiss on the cheek* thanks, edgar. Poe: o\\\\\w\\\\\o *his brain has stopped working* "G..." lana:.... ?? edgar? are you ok?! Poe: *passes out on couch* lana:.... ^^; Poe: XWX karl: D8 Poe: "...Tea?" -elsewhere- Kid: =\\\\= stocking: *panting*

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