#BUT I READ THIS IN THREE DAYS WHICH IS SLOW FOR ME SURE BUT WOOHOO!!!

[dragonairice]

Just finished Sun and the Star and why is literally like a fanfic (I love it) /pos

#LIKE THIS IS NOT CRITISCISM I READ FANFIC LITERALLY EVERYDAY #It just has fanfic vibes y'know?? #Loved it tho <33 adore it <33 it's everything to me <333 #In a way this was a perfect way for me to start reading actual books again #idk recently it's been hard to pick up a physical book and just. read. #BUT I READ THIS IN THREE DAYS WHICH IS SLOW FOR ME SURE BUT WOOHOO!!! #BOOKS :D #The sun and the star #Riordanverse #Also the solangelo *chefs kiss* my first ever gay people /gen #didn't know gay people existed before them #DragonairIce Rambles

[pockydays]

unravel me

⤷ characters: tsukishima x gn!reader

⤷ synopsis: in which you notice tsukishima struggling to peel the tape off his fingers during study hall. what you didn’t notice, however, was how much he had the ability to find his way into every aspect of your life, until it was too late.

⤷ word count: 6.3k (longest fic to date woohoo!)

⤷ contains: fluff, slight angst, acquaintances to friends to lovers (?), mild language, my (insanely) wordy writing

⤷ a/n: i’m not even lying this took me weeks to write and it’s my baby :] most of the dialogue in this is probably hot shit but if you enjoyed please leave a like/reblog :3: mwah mwah ily all thank you for being patient with my slow ass <3 and thank you to my dear friend abby for beta reading the first chunk of this story, if you read this ily <3

You've always considered yourself as someone who wasn't especially generous. But you weren’t incredibly selfish, either. You were in some sort of grey area, too indifferent to care about what society says about people who aren't willing to go so far as to sell their souls to the devil for the common good. But you weren't heartless, either. You cared, usually out of mutual convenience. Isn't that what everyone does? Ninety-nine percent of the time, helping others (undeniably) involves genuinely good intentions, but they coexist with selfish motives as well. Then what about that one percent?

That one percent, in fact, came to you in the most inconspicuous of times: during mid-day study hall.

You found yourself going through the motions of your everyday routine: walking into the classroom, saying hi to your friend in the third row, putting your bag on the desk, pulling out your chair, sitting down, taking out your notebook and pencils, and waiting for approximately thirty-nine seconds until a (supposedly attractive, or at least according to whispers among your female classmates, which was bold of them to assume that he even liked girls in that way — you weren’t one to burst their bubbles) tall blond guy with glasses walked through the door, and greet him with a nonchalant "hey" and a wave.

And after that, if he responded with a slightly snarkier tone than usual, you knew he was having an especially bad day (more likely than not, it was because of the volleyball teammates he often complained about). But as for the real reason why, your guess was as good as anybody else's. He probably had piss in his Cheerios every morning and his trousers in a twist until the end of time for all you knew.

But today was slightly different than usual. For one, a full minute had already passed after you took out your pencils and yesterday’s chemistry notes, and there was still no sign of him. For some unknown reason, you couldn't stop the worry gnawing its way into your conscience. You rested your chin in one hand and drummed your fingers on the desk with the other, trying not to think about your classmate with a sharp tongue and a glare that could kill. Of course, trying to not think about something is a form of thinking about it, so that didn’t exactly work out.

The bell suddenly rang, jolting you out of your thoughts as well as your seat. Tsukishima Kei was now officially late, according to the school rules. Thankfully, your study hall advisor was lenient and understanding enough to not mark anybody late if they arrived within a reasonable time as to not tarnish their transcript, but you knew Tsukishima well enough to know that he wouldn’t care about a single unsavory comment that would only have the slightest potential to alarm admissions officers in those money-hungry institutions.

That was one thing you admired about your classmate. His ability to judge what things to put his effort into and selectively choose what he could get away with doing half-assed was unparalleled. As far as you could tell, volleyball was something he didn’t deem as worthy to put his all into. You weren’t usually wrong in such judgements about people, but then again, you’d only been right, let’s say, a total of three out of three times. You weren’t sure if it was considered a really good or really bad track record, so you’d always kept those sort of assumptions to yourself.

“Not going to say hi to me today? That’s awfully rude of you,” a voice said, out of the blue. You tense, wondering who had the audacity to call you rude.

“What?” you asked incredulously before you could realize where the voice came from. “Oh, it’s you,” you said, recognizing his inhumanly tall frame and the pair of white headphones around his neck. I should’ve guessed; of course only he’s brash enough to say something like that. 

You rested your chin in your hands again, the tension in your body visibly dissipating. You were glad that it was just Tsukishima and not some other person, because they would be a pain in the ass to deal with. Plus, he was just about the only person you allowed to speak without a filter; one, because it’s fun verbally sparring with him, and two, it makes his stunned silence after you counter with an especially witty phrase all the more satisfying.

This time, though, he sat down at the desk to your left without a word. Usually, he would never pass up the chance to have another round of firing tasteful insults at you. Today was indeed slightly different than usual. 

As he clicked the top of his mechanical pencil, you couldn’t help but notice a flash of white one his hands out of the corner of your eye. Did he always have that on his hands or was I just horribly unobservant before?

Leaning over to his seat at a dangerous angle, you asked, “Hey, what’s up with your fingers? You have leprosy or something?” in hopes of lightening his supposedly gloomy mood.

“Shut up,” he muttered irritably. “If I had leprosy, my fingers would’ve fallen off by now and I would’ve put one in your lunch as a keepsake,” he added. Shifting away from you in his chair, he tried as much as possible to make his (in your opinion, unconventionally lanky) body as far away as possible from your general vicinity.

“Okay, okay, geez! At least tell me, because now I’m curious and it’s all your fault.”

“If I tell you, will you stop bothering me?” he asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Maaybee...?” you replied slowly, trying to find an answer when a simple “yes” or “no” didn’t suffice.

“If you’re not going to stop bothering me, then I don’t have a reason to tell you, so no,” he frowned, crossing his arms self-righteously.

“Alright then, keep your secrets, mister. I don’t care whether you tell me or not.” Which wasn’t completely the truth, since some tiny part of your conscience thought that wrestling the answer from him was for the better. “But just know that I’ll continue to be my annoying self, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.” With that, you turned your attention back to your chemistry notes.

A few silent minutes passed before you leaned back over to his desk on the left.

“Hey mister, do you have some pencil lead? I think I ran out,” you whispered to Tsukishima.

He heaved what you thought was the biggest sigh in the universe before responding, “Point-five or point-seven?”

“Tsukishima, you wound me! I thought you knew that I write exclusively in point-five!” you exclaimed with a hand over your chest, feigning offense. 

He rolled his eyes, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him count out three pieces of lead. Three, that’s generous, you think to yourself as you suppress a small smile.

“Thanks, mister,” you whispered as you plucked the delicate sticks of graphite from his fingers. Taking a quick glance at his hands, you noticed that his fingers were wrapped in some sort of adhesive tape. Before Tsukishima could catch you looking for too long and make some snarky remark about how absolutely positively beautiful his hands were for you to be staring, you abruptly turn back to your notes and refill your (actually already lead-filled) pencil. If he wouldn’t answer your question, it wouldn’t hurt to take things into your own hands and figure it out for yourself, right? 

You looked back to the notebook in front of you, but with your curiousity still unsatiated, you couldn’t help the thoughts bouncing off the walls of your mind, competing for your undivided attention.

Ask him about it! a voice yelled.

Mind your own business, you creepy fuck! another (particularly foul-mouthed) one screamed.

At this point, you’d probably read the first line of your notebook about thirty times without comprehending a single thing, so you decided to give up and resort to banging your head lightly on your desk.

Apparently, 'lightly’ was an understatement, because a voice on your left hissed, “What’s your problem?!”

Oops.

“Nothing,” you replied softly with your head still on the desk.

Tsukishima sighed in exasperation. “Well, now I’m curious and it’s all your fault,” he scoffed, using your own words from earlier.

Now it was your turn to sigh. Stubborn person number one meets equally stubborn person number two: one of life’s most aggravating experiences. 

“C’mon, let me see your hands,” you demanded, your own hand outstretched. You’ll say ‘no’ no matter what I ask.

“No.” Tsukishima pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and turned away.

Point proven.

You had always considered yourself to be somewhat generous when circumstances permitted, yes. But being yourself around others was something you considered yourself to be quite good at, as well.

Sometimes you imagined what it would be like if people’s hearts had metaphorical layers of thread surrounding them, winding, twisting, wrapping, and sometimes tangling around and around the ugliest, scariest, or most precious parts of themselves. The people you met would either unravel a bit of your heart, even if just a little bit, or they would cause you to wind the threads of your heartstrings even more tightly. 

You had strings that were (sometimes laughably) effortless to unwind, but once someone got to the last layer of thread, they refused to unravel any further. In other words, you weren’t afraid to be ninety-nine percent yourself around everybody. But that one percent? You’d keep it safely tucked away behind the impenetrable fortress of that last previous layer of thread — for both the good of yourself and everyone else.

Sometimes, you also wondered what the threads wrapping around Tsukishima’s heart was like. Not because you particularly had more of an interest in him than your other classmates, but because he was a sort of enigma to you. You had countless questions: How hard is it to unravel those threads? and What lies beyond those tightly wound strings? and What did he have to hide that is so unsightly? et cetera, et cetera. He was a puzzle you wanted to piece together, although you weren’t sure what the finished product would look like, or if there even was a finished product. 

You had a lot more questions about Tsukishima than you did answers.

You must’ve been deep in thought for a while, because it took an utterance of some rather coarse language to bring you back to reality.

“Fuck,” Tsukishima muttered, fiddling with the tape covering his fingers. It was evident, after about ten seconds of observing him, that he was getting nowhere. At this point, you were presented with two choices: to help him or to leave him to wallow in his own frustration and suffer. Admittedly, the latter option seemed rather entertaining, but for some unknown reason, you opted for the former.

“Here, let me help,” you said, hand extending in front of you as an offer. “You obviously aren’t getting anywhere, so let me put you out of your misery.”

“You better get it all off then,” he grumbled, outstretching his arm, letting it limply dangle in front of your face. Huh, I didn’t expect him to actually agree so easily.

You gently took his hand, and starting with his pinky finger, you worked your nails under the end of the tape. As the tape unraveled further, you couldn’t help but notice how elegant his hands were. They were long and slender in ways that yours weren’t — the magnum opus of all things relating to hands. If God played favorites, he certainly did when it came to Tsukishima’s hands. Geez, knock it off, you cringed inwardly. You’re literally worshipping his hands at this point.

“So, uh, why are your fingers covered in tape?” You hoped to break the awkward silence between the two of you, and asking him questions that he probably wouldn’t answer (especially to plebeians like you) seemed like the last resort.

“Volleyball practice,” he responded simply. 

Oh. I didn’t expect an actual response.

“This morning? You guys sometimes have practice early in the day, right?”

“Last evening,” he corrected.

“You had these on your hands for that long?! I see you’re finally getting serious about volleyball, my dude, but you have to be able to ask other people for help." People other than me, but if I’m your last resort, then I’d be happily obliged to help.

Tsukishima scowled, which, thankfully, you missed, busy undoing the tape around his fingers. At least you didn’t criticize him for being hypocritical regarding his attitude about volleyball, which was relieving. 

There was a substantial (and slightly awkward) pause as you peeled the white adhesive strip of cloth off of his fingers, working slowly enough so that it wouldn’t hurt, or so you hoped.

“There we go!” you exclaimed proudly as the last of the tape fell away from his fingers. He wiggled them experimentally, not unlike a newly hatched butterfly would flap its fresh new pair of wings. 

“Thanks,” he responded curtly. 

As if on cue, the bell rang, marking the end of study hall. It was time for chemistry class.

Over the course of your next class, your mind with occupied with thoughts that weren’t even remotely related to chemistry. You almost had a close call with the teacher when he called on you to answer a question, but thankfully, your friend sitting next to you whispered the answer in your ear — though not before giving you a quizzical look. You were too embarrassed to say that you were actually thinking about why the hell you actually agreed to help the guy sitting the next seat over whom you should have absolutely nothing to do with.

I did not just touch his hands no no no — I did not just hold hands with Tsukishima Kei — It wasn’t really of my own volition and he looked like he really needed help and I was feeling generous and it conveniently benefited the both of us, right? He got to finally be free from his misery and I— I got to touch his hands—

Your thoughts spiraled out of control as you buried your face in your hands, and perhaps some of the threads around your heart unraveled themselves that day.

Thus, after that day, your everyday routine changed in more ways than one. You would into the classroom, say hi to your friend in the third row, put your bag on the desk, pull out your chair, sit down, take out your notebook and pencils, and wait for approximately thirty-nine seconds until a tall blond guy with glasses walked through the door, and greet him with a nonchalant "hey" and a wave. If he still had tape around his fingers (which was quite often), you’d ask him if he needed help; he’d say yes, and you would spend the next however many minutes undoing the adhesive strips of cloth.

Today was no different. You carefully eased the tape away from Tsukishima’s fingers. When you got to the base of his ring finger, he hissed in pain. The skin there was red and raw as if it had been recently injured. Not as if, it had been.

“Sorry,” you whispered, wincing as if you were the one in pain. “How’d you get hurt?” This time, you were genuinely concerned for him, which was rare for anyone, especially him.

“The one time I put some more effort into volleyball as if it were actually worth something, it comes back to bite me,” he muttered, gritting his teeth.

You looked up from his hand. 

“What?”

“I said, somehow I always give the things that I swear off from my life a second chance, it never, ever, works out,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you can’t get better out of sheer will? You’re bound to slip and fall on your butt at least a few times. Or a lot,” you responded. 

“Nobody told me that falling would hurt this much, though,” he replied. He looked off to the side, too embarrassed to meet your gaze.

“It’ll get better, trust me. You just have to get back off your ass and stand up.”

You left the conversation at that and continued undoing the tape on his other hand. 

I want to kiss his hands like I’m greeting the crown prince of a foreign kingdom, you thought, lips twitching, fighting back a small smile.

Oh my God, stop it! you mentally slapped yourself. You had to restrain yourself from actually slapping yourself in the face. Meanwhile, the uniform you wore began to feel a bit too warm — it was quite convenient that Tsukishima couldn’t see your face at that moment.

Unbeknownst to you, however, Tsukishima's thoughts weren’t nearly as calm as his cool and collected exterior. 

After all, what was he supposed to do when he could feel your breath fanning on his hands (could he tell you were desperately trying to keep them steady?) and your meticulous fingers on his?

I must be going crazy, he thought.

He imagines holding your hand, and not because of that dumb finger tape-

He shook his head, as if to dislodge the idea from his memory. No, I’m definitely going crazy.

“So, do you like him or something?” your best friend asked out of the blue during a sleepover, the both of you laying in the darkness on your sleeping bags.

“Who?” you asked, though you had an idea of who she was referring to. 

“Tsukishima. That guy who sits to your left during study hall.”

“No, why would I like him? I mean, how can you even tell if you like someone or not. It’s not like there’s a radar that detects crushes and blasts ‘OH MY GOD YOU’RE HOPELESSLY IN LOVE’ on speaker,“ you replied dryly.

“Do you feel different around him?” she asked.

“As in the cliché symptoms of love that you read in romance novels? Like you feel like your heart is going to burst out of your chest and you have to clutch your shirt like it’s gonna pop out onto the floor if you don’t? If that’s what you’re asking, then no.”

“I mean that could be a sign, but you don’t have to feel like that to like someone. I mean in the way that you’re willing to show them who you really are, including all the ugly parts of yourself that you wouldn’t show to other people.”

Of course not! you thought to yourself. There’s no way I would fall in love with someone that I argue with for fun, right? 

“Why do you always complain about those tryhards on your volleyball team? You can always quit, you know,” you asked after Tsukishima was in a particularly bad mood about something, presumably about volleyball (as it usually was). As per your daily schedule, you were unraveling his finger tape during study hall once again.

“Don’t they know that the more effort they put into something, the more it’ll hurt when they find out everything they believe in is a lie?” he asked.

You paused. Oh, it was an a genuine question, you realized. And he wants a genuine answer.

“Such as?” you asked, your mouth acting quicker than your mind. I probably shouldn’t have pried deeper into something that’s obviously his business.

He went ahead and responded anyway, but not before taking a deep breath.

“When I was little,” he began, “I looked up to my older brother a lot. I really respected him, you know? He was my idol; he was perfect and infallible in every way. He played volleyball in junior high, so it was only natural that I played the same sport he did. And he continued playing throughout high school, or so I thought.”

“Or so you thought?” you repeated.

“He lied to me.” With those four words, you heard years and years of resentment and bitterness through his shaking voice, barely above a whisper. 

“To be honest, I should’ve expected it,” he continued, laughing humorlessly at himself. “I was too enamored to realize that when he was trying to stop me from watching his games, he was also trying to stop me from finding out that he was a liar. He wasn’t even a starting player. Instead he was on the bench, cheering for the team he was supposedly on.”

As those words left his mouth, you realized how little you understood Tsukishima. No, it was honestly ridiculous how you could consider yourself his friend when all you did was unwind strips of tape from his fingers for a mere few minutes every day.

Despite that, you held his hands a little tighter.

“If you don’t mind, I had a similar experience in junior high as well. This girl that I was really close friends with apparently had a huge circle of friends outside of school, and she would tell me and my other friends about all the rich guy friends she had and how well they treated her and shit. But I found out years later that they were probably all made up so that she could have something to tell us. So that she could keep us in her friend group. I realized they were fake.”

You let go of his hands, your arms limp at the memory.

“And how are you two right now?” Tsukishima asked. “Your relationship, I mean.”

“Surprisingly, we’re still on good terms,” you said. “She still doesn’t know I found out. But despite her pretending to be someone else in front of us for all those years, I still don’t think she’s a bad person. I’m actually kinda glad she got the attention she wanted. But man, the past still hurts like a bitch,” you chuckled in an attempt to forget.

“I see,” he replied. With that, you picked up his hand once again, continuing to undo the tape around the rest of his fingers.

That day, both you and the once unyielding, stone-faced Tsukishima left the classroom knowing just a bit more about each other.

You didn’t know that day that Tsukishima had his first real conversation with his brother after ‘the incident’.

He didn’t know you gave that friend from junior high a call for the first time in two years.

And the threads around your hearts unwound themselves just a bit more.

“No, I don’t,” you finally responded after a long pause. “I don’t like him in that way. He’s just someone I can rant to about the shit that happened in junior high—”

“Say that again, but slower,” your friend interrupted.

“He’s someone that I can rant to about all the... stuff that happened in the past,” you repeated. Did she not hear me the first time?

“Exactly, that’s my point,” she responded. “You never talk about those things with anybody, and even when I bring it up, you just brush over it.”

The weight of what your friend was implying took far too long for your brain to register, but when it did—

“Oh shit, I think I might actually like Tsukishima.”

It was in the classroom of your mid-day study hall where Tsukishima Kei stole your heart bit by bit through the conversations you had with him while unraveling his finger tape; it was where you opened your heart and he opened his. 

“You and Tsukishima aren’t a thing, right?” a voice asked you out of the blue in the hallway after the dismissal bell rang.

“What?” you asked, turning your head to see who it was. You recognized her, although you struggled to put a name to her face. “You sit in the back of our study hall classroom, right? And to answer your question, no, we are not a thing.” 

Such questions were becoming all the more frequent these days, and you had the same two-letter answer to all of them (although you secretly hoped you could answer yes, but how Tsukishima felt about you was a whole different story).

“Yeah, I do. But are you sure you two aren’t dating? Like you could just be going out with him and not know it,” she answered.

You held back a snort that almost escaped your lips. 

“No, I’m sure we aren’t,” you said with a sigh, trying to keep your tone remotely cordial. “Besides, I’m not sure if he even considers me as a friend.”

“Oh, I’m sure he considers you as more than that,” she replied with a tone you couldn’t quite decipher. “Trust me.”

You barely knew her, so you couldn’t say how credible her statement was (though you desperately wanted it to be true). You glanced at the clock, itching to end the conversation.

“Alright, then. I’ll take your word for it. I have to get home now though, seeya.”

“Seeya around then,” she replied with a wave. Why does that sound strangely ominous?

“Bye,” you answered, too mentally drained from the conversations that began with the same question: ”Oh my God are you dating Tsukishima?” (Answer: no, no you weren’t). Nonetheless, you couldn’t ignore the nagging voice in your head that you haven’t seen the last of her just yet.

She appeared the very next day, in the same spot at the hallway after school ended. That’s... strange.

You decided to ignore how off-putting it was. Maybe it was her wide smile — so much so that you could see her dimples and her blinding white teeth. Or maybe it was the way she spoke, like she was trying to get something from you. Whatever it was, you didn’t have what she wanted.

“If you’re asking whether Tsukishima and I became a thing within the past twenty-four hours, then no,” you said in exasperation. She was now walking by your side with an odd spring in her step, a bit too close for comfort despite the empty hallway.

“No, that wasn’t my question,” she said with a chuckle. “You keep denying that Tsukishima doesn’t like you, but I think he does.”

You had to scoff at that.

“In what way?” 

“In that way,” she responded with a knowing glance. “You’re already in the talking stage with him! He never talks to anyone other than that one friend he has, so I’d say you’re off to a good start.”

“And that totally means that he’s in love with me.”

“Please, don’t lie to yourself. You’ve gotten farther than anybody has, even if they tried for their entire life. How did you do it?”

But I didn’t do anything, you thought. 

“I just talked to him about stuff,” you replied slowly. The look she gave you said go on, so you did. 

“I just talked to him about myself and deep stuff and shi— and such. I really didn’t do much, so I’m probably not the best person to ask. Why don’t you try and ask his friend Yamaguchi?”

“No, I think I’m good,” she said with an unreadable tone. “Well I gotta go, so see you tomorrow!”

“....Bye,” you replied halfheartedly. You tried to shake the unsettling feeling from your chest, but you couldn’t help thinking, What if he does like me back?

The volleyball made a resounding smack against the court behind the middle blocker instead of his hands. Tsukishima clenched his fists, gritting his teeth. Another ball that I couldn’t block?

“Hey, use your smartass head for once and pay attention!” Kageyama yelled across the court.

Tsukishima ignored his taunts. 

“Oh, the smart mouth finally doesn’t have any words left to say? Finally some peace and quiet,” Kageyama muttered. 

Practice continued for far too long, but the whistle finally blew, signaling everyone that it was time to go home. Finally, Tsukishima thought. I don’t have to listen to the King spew nonsense anymore.

He and Yamaguchi gathered their belongings and made their way out of the gym.

“Something’s on your mind,” Yamaguchi commented as they walked back home side by side.

“No there isn’t,” Tsukishima replied a bit too quickly to sound convincing.

“Right.”

A long silence ensued, the two of them kicking pebbles on the road and twiddling their thumbs in the cool night air. The buzz of the electric street lamps felt much too loud, feeding off the tension in the air. 

“How can you tell that you like someone?” Tsukishima was the first to break the silence, but it was the question, not the fact that he was the one that spoke first, that was more jarring.

“So I was right,” Yamaguchi responded after a slight pause. He fought back a small smile and added, “I thought something bad happened that I didn’t know about, but it turns out that you’re just in love.”

The taller one of the two sighed. 

“I’m asking you to tell me if I... like someone in that way, not for you to tell me that I am, Tadashi.”

“I can’t make a judgement if you don’t tell me anything. Tell me.” Yamaguchi lightly punched his friends arm.

“There’s this... classmate of mine. They asked if I needed help peeling off my finger tape during study hall and I said yes.”

“I figured as such.”

“What?” 

“You always come into first period with your fingers still wrapped but it’s gone by the time practice starts. I always wondered why but I never got around to asking you. But I’m even more surprised at the fact that you actually agreed.”

“Yeah, I surprise even myself sometimes,” Tsukishima deadpanned. “Especially the fact that it would become something that they would ask pretty much every day, and I would say yes every time. I just don’t know whether I have feelings for them in that way or not.”

“Well, do you look forward to talking to them everyday?” Yamaguchi asked.

Yes.

“Do you want them to know you for who you really are instead of what people think you are?”

Yes.

“Does your mind wander to them all the time?”

Yes.

“If you flipped a coin to decide whether you do like them or not, would your gut tell you the answer before you looked at whether it landed on head or tails?” 

Yes, Tsukishima answered silently, knowing he’d finally have to accept the truth: he was in love and there was nothing he could do about it.

One thing you didn’t know about having a crush on someone was that you suddenly realize how often they appear in your life. You knew where you’d cross paths with him in the hallway before and after school, where his locker was, and worst of all, every goddamn love song reminded you of him. 

Even all the little mannerisms people had circled back to him: your friend would push her glasses up her nose the same way he did. Your mother would furrow her eyebrows like him when he was thinking about a particularly annoying math problem. Your English teacher would spin a pen between his fingers, just like him (although you had to admit that you preferred watching the latter do so; his hands were prettier). 

Maybe this was just some twisted manifestation of the Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon, but your brain couldn’t recall enough content from psychology class to be sure. Either way, you were going insane.

That is, until one rather unremarkable day; there was nothing out of the ordinary. Everything came and went according to schedule — the same time spent with Tsukishima during study hall and the same boring class lectures. But as soon as the dismissal bell rang, you were surprised to find that the girl who would pester you in the hallway asking about you and Tsukishima’s relationship status (you still didn’t know her name) as if anything had changed (which it had not, of course). 

Apparently, her presence had already become routine enough for you to notice her absence. 

It was a welcome change, though; it wasn’t like you wanted her to be around. No, you absolutely didn’t need her nosy questions. So you just shrugged it off and made your way to the school’s exit like you normally did.

But a very familiar voice from a nearby classroom made your ears perk up — coincidentally, from your study hall classroom. You peered into the room from the doorway.

“Um, I think I like you, Tsukishima! I’ve felt this way for a long time and I just had to tell you!” The same boisterous girl who only had one topic of conversation with you (Tsukishima, of course) now had her hands coyly clasped behind her back, in all likelihood holding something meant for him.

As soon as you heard those words leave her mouth, the world around you seemingly ground to a halt — and so did you. As if your body stopped functioning for a moment, your heart stopped and your brain took much too long to process what she said. 

What did it matter anyway? You didn’t take your chance and look where that got you.

You turned on your heel and half-walked half-ran outside the school.

The second thing you didn’t realize about having a crush on someone, you realized as you laid in the darkness in the middle of the night, is that it physically hurts. Someone might as well have put your heart in a jar of acid and screwed the lid shut — no matter how hard you tried, it still hurt. And hurt it did.

You felt a stray tear slide down your cheek, and you angrily punched your pillow. You didn’t even have the emotional capacity to be angry at the girl who confessed to him. It was too obvious that she liked him, from the way she would stand a bit straighter when you mentioned Tsukishima’s name to the way she seemed a bit too satisfied when you said that you weren’t dating him. Were you too much of an idiot to notice? 

But most importantly, you were angry at yourself. Why were you crying over someone who you knew wouldn’t like you in the way that you liked him? Maybe you were too much of an idiot to not think things through; you’d just assumed that your feelings for him were so intense that he had to like you back. In retrospect, that was a stupid idea. But then again, in retrospect, you were the idiot all along.

It was in the classroom of your mid-day study hall where Tsukishima Kei stole your heart. It was in the same classroom where you got your heart broken for the first time.

The most annoying thing about the universe was that it was ruthlessly, unrelentingly cruel. The earth kept spinning even if your world stopped mid-orbit, too traumatized by loss to continue. 

This was the brutal irony that you came to realize in the classroom where it all began and ended, supposedly. The very next morning, you had to pick your sorry self out of bed after however many hours of sleep you were able to get and go to school. And now half the school day had gone by — it was study hall time once again. 

“Are you gonna help me get this off my fingers or not?” The voice that you wanted so desperately to get out of your mind after months of replaying in your head plagued you once again. Indeed, the universe was cruel.

“No,” you replied meekly with your head on the desk. “It’s been long enough for you to know how to do it yourself by now.”

“I insist.”

You hesitated. A second passed, then two.

“Fine.”

Ever since you realized your feelings for the other boy with a cold stare and an even icier glare, you couldn’t help but be hyper aware of yourself, and today was no different.

You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears. Could he? (It wasn’t that obvious, was it?)

You could feel yourself getting warmer by the second. Could he tell? (You were too busy looking at his hands; so let’s hope not.)

You knew that your heart was tugging you in his direction, urging you to do something. Was his doing the same? (You scoffed at yourself — you went over this last night and came to the conclusion that no, there was no way he could ever like you back.)

But maybe you wanted to be wrong this time. Being proven wrong wasn’t something you particularly enjoyed, but you would rather take the pessimistic point of view in this circumstance so you wouldn’t get hurt. And yet you still got your heart broken. 

That didn’t stop your erratic heartbeat and staggered breaths whenever your fingers brushed over his, though. While slowly unwinding the tape down his fingers, you wondered how many threads he unwound from your heart for it to hurt so much when it broke. Too many for your emotions to be left undamaged by something like this, you reckoned. Not that it was his fault, of course. It was your own for becoming so naïve and vulnerable.

But, the universe was full of irony. While you had your head down, too embarrassed and dejected to say anything else, Tsukishima was thanking whatever gods existed that you couldn’t see how flustered he was. 

Turns out, even people with hearts of stone can fall prey to the symptoms of falling in love. With a million thoughts collectively running through your minds, he was the first to blurt out:

“I think I’m in love.”

You let go of his hands, the loose end of the tape still dangling. There were too many questions raised at the utterance of a single sentence: With whom? When? How? Why?

Before you could organize your thoughts and form a coherent sentence — as if he could read your mind and peer into your soul — Tsukishima answered:

“With you.”

And as soon as the last two words fell from his lips, the last of the threads surrounding your worn, beaten hearts unraveled themselves, and fell away.

#tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x gn!reader #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu oneshot #tsukishima fluff #haikyuu angst #tsukishima angst #tsukishima oneshot

[princessmariaphiliper]

THE SLEEPOVER FIC | Part 3 The Dreaming

Notes: James Acaster, Ed Gamble (Platonic), and other characters to be added. Masturbation, Foodplay, Not sure of anything else, Cheeseboards?

Pairing: James Acaster x Reader 

Genre: Smut (Self woohoo as the sims would say), Fluff, Slow Burn fic

Words: 2,400

Summary: You and James have put yourselves into trouble, but you think maybe it’s hotter that way. 

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 /  Part 9

Saturday morning you had awoke with a dry mouth, pounding head, and in desperate need of a bath. Thus far you’d taken the day slow. Occasionally needing to lay down whenever another wave of your hangover hit. This had brought you to the position you’d assumed for most of the day so far. Sprawled out on the sofa with a duvet, hoping someone would magically show up at your door with a plate of comfort food.

Past talking to Ed in the smoking area you couldn’t one hundred percent make out the events late last night. You did however have a hazy memory of returning to said spot an hour later for a secret cigarette with him this time. Something Ed hadn’t done in years. You recalled much more terrible dancing, drinking, and sitting on a wall outside a kebab van at 4am, absolutely steaming.

You also had a new name that you remembered James punching into your phone early in the morning. ‘Dairylea’ the name read. Chucking to yourself you pulled up the chat.

How we feeling Dairylea triangle. x

It was late in the afternoon now, and you were idly watching something on the TV as you typed. James responded after a few minutes.

Can we not bring up food please. Doesn’t feel great not gonna lie

Same here. I haven’t moved all day, feels like I’ve become my sofa.

I found a video

You waited a few seconds before it had loaded on your phone. Turning up the sound and watching. It was you James and Ed outside the kebab truck, sloppily eating and chatting to one another. You holding the phone up, thinking you were taking a picture of the three of you.

“Oh it’s a video, fuck sake” You spoke slower than normal. James laughed at you, taking the phone from you to get a different angle.

“I just want to say. These chips are possibly the best I’ve ever tasted.”

Ed nodded silently from the corner, seemingly more to himself than you or James.

“Try one Y/N”

“I have the same ones James”

“Yes but they’re not my chips.” He held one up to your face “My chips are superior”

“Why’s that then?”

“Because they’re mine”

You watched yourself laugh at his boyish humour and bite the end of his chip.

“You’re funny you know” You spoke with your mouth full.

“I should hope so.”

“No like,” You were staring at him now with a dumb smile plastered across his face. You admitted your next sentence shyly “I really admire you and I think you’re a little bit brilliant but don’t tell anyone.”

“Nah. Any old tit can write some jokes and act like a dick on stage. Ed does it all the time. You’re doing like, actual, important things. Changing people's lives, I think you’re incredible Y/N.”

The two of you stared at each other, sharing a long moment of eye contact and drunk smiles. Ed mumbled something through his mouthful of food. Drawing both of your attention back into the real world and James stopping the recording. You blushed a little to yourself, feeling overwhelmed by the honesty you’d shared with him last night. You hoped you hadn’t said anything more embarrassing.

One for the archives, Ed’s making love to those cheesy chips

Aha yeah he is. Was a good night though, I had fun

Yeah me too! We should all get together again sometime

Maybe not drink as much though

If you’re free anytime this week we could have a movie night?

Only if there is ice-cream on the menu

I’m sure I can make that happen, any flavour preference?

All of them. He responded.

You’d had the hots for James all evening. Since the two of you had wrapped up your conversation you couldn’t get that thought of him out of your head. You couldn’t tell if it was the way you’d seen him look at you on the video he sent or if it was simply your own mind ready to flood you with dark fantasies. And so, when it came to ten o'clock you found yourself in bed, wearing only your bra and pants, unable to get him off your mind.

You’d watched the video a few times now. Observing his features cutely scrunch when you talked about him. As well as how they relaxed when talking about you. There was a four second frame in the video where you could see the back of James’s left hand clear as day. You had found yourself mesmerised by the veiny long fingers, thinking about what they could do to you if given the chance. The first three times you’d watched it you felt rather guilty about fantasising over your new friend. But by the fifth watch you sensed a need for release on your own part. Deciding that it wasn’t going to be weird if he never found out. Maybe it was all the flirting you’d done the night previous or simply your hormone cycle. But you were horny and needing to relieve some pressure. You slid your hands inside of your underwear. James voice playing in your mind.

‘Touch yourself Y/N’ he said, and you did as you were told. Following his command, you began to lighting caress on your inner thigh, teasing yourself before the main event. You moved closer into your inner parts, rubbing on your clit and barely entering inside of yourself.

‘Don’t tease’ you imagined him saying. Screwing up your brows before entering inside yourself with one digit. Feeling around your insides becoming wetter and wetter by the minute. You began thinking about his fingers again. How it had felt to have them pressed on your lips and brush the hair from your face the night before. How lovely they might feel rubbing on your clit and reach your sweet spot inside.

“James” you moaned to yourself, breath hitching in your throat as you began to rub on your clit again, harder this time. Deciding fingers were not enough to satisfy your dark fantasy you rolled out of bed to find your vibrator underneath various pairs of underwear in a bottom drawer. Ready to continue you slunk back under the covers.

You took off your underwear and began to rub yourself with the vibrator for a while. The sensation sending waves through you as you pressed firmly against your clit. Already too wet to bear it any longer you slipped it inside, gasping as you did so. You moaned to yourself, Jame’s imaginary voice purring sweet moans back at you. Picturing him rocking in and out of you repetitively as you rubbed more intensely at your clit now. Having something inside being just what you needed. You felt the knot building in your stomach,

‘Y/N’ rolling off his tongue as it has the night before. The thought of his lips laced with tobacco. The knowledge that fucking him would have to be your little secret. All these things turning over in your head as you came closer and closer to your climax. You thought about seeing him again, his last text to you teasing, imagining ice cream all over your body and him licking at you to taste the flavours.

You came then, your climax rolling through you in waves as you fucked down onto the vibrator. Everything going white as you gasped to yourself. Opening your eyes again after dwelling in bliss for some time.

Guilt, shame, and embarrassment clouded over you. Maybe it was more than a crush that you had on James. Ed’s face of disappointment in you running through your mind. You just hoped that James wouldn’t pick up on how you’d been thinking about him next time you met.  

 A few more days passed of you playing back and forth with your emotions, and you’d arranged for a movie night with James and Ed. It was now early Wednesday evening and you’d just gotten home from work. The day had gone just as bad as it had the previous week, and you had half a mind to cancel on the two of them. But ultimately deciding that maybe some company would help to cheer you up. You didn’t know quite what to cook for dinner and so in the end you’d decided a charcuterie board was the safest option. You knew Ed loved one, so did you, you crossed your fingers and hoped for the best response from James. Serving up cured meats, olives, and crispy bread to go alongside it. You hadn’t needed to cook anything, minus the camembert, just simply arranged the selection on a wooden slab.

You wanted to make an effort tonight. It wasn’t often that you had people over and you loved to have people feel comfortable in your own home. It relaxed you as well. You’d bought ice cream, just as he requested with a blush at the memory of a few nights ago. You had deserved it after such a long day at work. Ed arrived first. Making his way up from rehearsals.

“Hey” He smiled, barking at you from the doorway, bottle of red in his hands. “I didn’t want to come empty handed” Ed was wearing a plain blue jeans and a white tee with a casual bowling shirt over the top.

“Thanks Ed, I’ll put it out to share”

“Is James here yet?”

“No he’s on his way, he said he wouldn’t be long”

Ed plopped down on the sofa, you’d brought out your duvet to create a more cosy atmosphere which he’d embraced rather gracefully. He kicked off his shoes (not before asking permission) and curled up underneath the far end. You poured yourself a wine, as well as one for Ed. You joined him now, grabbing the remote and flicking through your movie options, just as a knock rapped at the door.

“Come in James,” You shouted “Its unlocked love”

James opened your door. Wearing a pair of red corduroy trousers and thick cosy sweater. His socks, you noted, were a bright mustard colour. Visible from how his trouser cuffs folded. He fully entered your living room holding a shopping bag in his hand containing a bottle of wine also.

“What’ve I missed?” James asked, giving the two of you a sweet smile.

“Nothing mate I just got here.”

“I brought wine”

“So did Ed”

“We best get them open then”

“Beat you to it my love.” Your words rolling naturally off your tongue as James too a seat down next to you. You hadn’t anticipated how close all of you would have to squeeze onto your three-seater. Needing some air, you quickly announced. “I made us a board. I’ll go get it,”

“Oh lovely” Ed hummed, rubbing his hands together before reaching for his glass of wine. “I’ll pick a film?”

“Yeah sure”

Making your way into the kitchen you thanked James another time for his gift to share. He took it out of the bag for you. Passing you the bottle carefully your fingers accidentally lapping over his own during the exchange. The static feeling shocked you, but you tried not to let on it affected you at all. James eyes met yours for a split second, wide orbs darting quickly towards your lips before breaking the contact. Via eyes and the bottle. You waddled to the kitchen. Baffled by what had just happened. Hoping to god Ed was too occupied with the TV to notice. You needed to get your shit together, why was this man beginning to have you stop dead in your tracks like that. You’d known him less than a week. And although you didn’t want to admit it, you knew that tonight was going to feel like the longest night of your life.

Panicking over, you made your way back into the room with the board and James wine glass held between you fingers. Not wanting to have another moment of awkwardness you opted to place both of them onto the coffee table, rather than passing it directly to James.

“So, what are we watching?”

“Prince of Egypt”

“Odd choice? Not see that in years”

“Me neither. I loved it when I was a kid”

“Yes, plus, Moses is a hunk” James added sarcastically to the conversation. Making you both smile and shake your heads. “You ready?”

“Yeah, let me just…” You stepped over James’s legs between the table. Climbing inside of the duvet between him and Ed. Getting comfortable, you reached over for your glass of wine, which Ed passed you (Notably without sparks or eye contact to have you blushing) and he began to play the film. You relaxed into the back of the sofa taking a sip, running it over your tongue.

The movie played and you all picked at the food you’d made and drank the wine they had bought. At around the halfway mark, James moved his position so that the outside of both your arms were resting against each other. The soft of his jumper’s fabric making you relax into it. Adjusting your hip slightly so that you leant onto him for support. Your actions were subliminal but luckily didn’t offend James as he relaxed into your body too. Only when the film had finished and James had moved to sit on the opposite side of the coffee table, as Ed supposed to play a game, did you notice. Your body missing the warmth that had radiated from his, encouraging you to shiver when he left your side.

“Pudding?” James asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Um, yeah I got,” Oh god. “Ice cream in the freezer”

You’d hoped slightly that he would forget about pudding all together. But you couldn’t exactly convince yourself as you recalled him sloppily describing you how he had a damaging sweet tooth Friday night. He was across from you, directly across from you. And you’d now have to watch him eat Ice cream while the two of you made casual eye contact without getting unbearably hot and bothered.

The two of them left you alone in the room. Ed to dig through your board games for Cluedo, and James to give everyone a helping of dessert. You tried hard not to focus on the torture you were about to endure, that you had caused for yourself no less. It was going to be a very long night indeed. 

#james acaster x reader #james acaster imagines #james acaster fanfic

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Two More Bedrooms

Masterlist

The baby is on his way and who better to help you through slow labor then nurse Paige!

Warnings: Swearing, Graphic birth sort of?, Terribly Written Birthing Scenes, Fluff! and humor

A/N: So this is the last one of these for a while guys got a few other things I want to concentrate on however I did enjoy writing this one had a right laugh! any way I hope you enjoy as always xx

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters​ @thatgirly81​ @angelofthorr @iloveyouyen​ @sofiebstar​ @thefangirlsblog​

Henry opened the boot of the car with a groan. It was go time. Well not really he had finally got back from filming late. It was late October and he was running around doing his fatherly duty of putting together the furniture for his sons nursery. His son. Each time he said it he got a huge wave of fatherly pride. He was having a little boy, he would be here in a matter of days! Well he was due in just under ten days. Henry was ecstatic. And behind he had a lot of things to get done. Starting with the cot. You had been terrified that he wouldn't be home in time and it was to late in the pregnancy to fly out to him either and you'd already sorted out your birthing plan here! To say you'd got yourself in a state was an understatement especially with the drama at the nursery, but Henry was here now he had taken care of everything!. He heaved the first heavy box up the stairs you and Paige watching from the sidelines neither of you had let him see the nursery on the phone wanting to keep it a secret. As tempting as it was to do a dc theme you'd decided against it.

Paige wanted a 'zoo room' and well to be honest it was a better idea then your 'generic pale blue'. He walked into the large room smiling you'd both done a hell of a job...so some of the mural was tilted and out of line, he didn't care it was Paige's first time helping to hang wallpaper and he was damn proud of his little nugget!

It was incredible the largest back wall was a custom wallpaper mural it was a white background with strategically placed palm trees jungle vines an 'life sized' elephants, giraffes ,zebras you name it! In the trees there was monkeys and various brightly coloured parrots perched and in flight. The floor was sanded leaving it a lighter oak and the rest of the walls painted a very light sage colour. There was boxes and boxes of toys, soft furnishings and essentials packed n the far corner including  a five foot tall giraffe teddy that Paige had wanted to buy the baby...That was just one of her many gifts to him.

Henry loved it and had praised the both of you for what you had achieved. Finally four trips later he had retrieved all of the furniture and it was now time to assemble. Moving he quickly unclipped his drill box flipping it open then turned when he heard the door open and saw Paige peeking in, she had a bowl of cut grapes and apples with her, he smiled you must have gave her snacks to come an watch.

"Hey Nugget..You want to help?" She nodded and walked over to him and sat down next to him still in her pajamas even though it was two in  the afternoon. She had been relaxing with you on the sofa watching tv She watched carefully as he began to pull out the flat packed crib from the box.

"Hold the box for me okay..one..two..three....there we go!...see can you guess what this is?" She looked at it skeptically humming.

"Cot?" Henry chuckled nodding.

"That’s right this will be the cot and we have a changing table a wardrobe  and chest of drawers to make....then We have to get the rocking chair from the snug in here....Do you know where everything is supposed to go in here?" She nodded popping another grape in her mouth then offered hi one. He smiled plucking a red grape from the top.

"Good because mummy isn't allowed in here until we are done!" She giggled at him and began the hard task of supervising him.

Remarkably everything was much easier to put together then last time ...though he didn't wing it this time and read the instructions which Henry has decided he will do in the future, everything ran smoothly. Paige was giddy as she got to help make the furniture. Henry had held the drill a few times letting her pull the trigger and she was over the moon. Henry had given her a little lesson on drill bits and proper safety showing the little girl how it worked and she had loved it, he thinks it was less about the lesson and more about having one on one time with her dad. It was nearly three hours later but finally the room was done he and Paige had even unpacked the baby clothes. You had broke down in tears seeing the finished room, it was beautiful and calming. The wood of the furniture was all a mix of white painted and oak that was only one shade darker then the floor. 

It was now four days to go. The nursery had been moved about every single day. You were nesting, it frustrated you, you needed to clean but the 'cavillry' had been on your case not letting you do anything. You just couldn't explain it, you wanted to hoover,mop,dust, clean, wipe! You wanted to nitpick! You just... you was on edge you could feel it, he was close so close to being here but you couldn't settle. Thankfully though Henry being home meant you didn't have to worry about much you were all ready!

Henry gulped...well shit if you wasn't on edge before you would be now if you found out. 'She'd be raging' He had just realized he hadn't packed a bag. Fuck. He now had to covertly pack this thing without you finding out he had forgot...he needed a sneaker.

"Paige! Can you come here a moment poppet?!" The little girl came into your Shared bed room.

"Yes Daddy?"

"Right...Daddy messed up....and i need your help can you be sneaky for me today?"

"Sneaky daddy?" He nodded

"Yes we need to get mummy's hospital bag ready! And daddy forgot so i need you to help me get all the things we need for when your brother gets here....can you do that poppet?"

"Okay daddy whats first?” and so began a morning of creeping around the house trying to pack the bag he had said was packed three days ago. Paige he been caught stealing the baby wipes but finally everything was laid out on the bed.

"Right nugget it looks like we did it now the final check okay."

"Tag on the bag? Check, wet wipes nappies-"

"Wow daddy will he be this tiny?" Henry chuckled nodding as Paige placed the tiny nappy in the bag on top of the others

"Yes nugget so tiny and cute...I truly can’t wait for him to get here, your going to love him! And hold him and snuggle him"

"I-I get to cuddle?" He nodded sitting beside her on the bed

"Oh yes baby girl! You can have as many cuddles as you want! You are his big sister...When he grows up he is going to learn a lot for you, you get to play with him  teach him your games and how to grow the fruit in the garden and teach him to walk and talk, your going to be so close baby girl...your- your baby brother wont be just a brother...But a best friend for life!" She grinned wide still smoothing her little fingers over the small pamper.

"Now what else-ah bottles, formula, cool scarves check check check....reusable sanitary pads witch hazel check double check...wheat cushion and sports bottle..where the - Paige is Mummy’s sports bottle in there?" She dug around to the bottom and nodded

"Uhuh its there daddy and juice!"

"Good right then its just the baby grow! And I know that's in the front pocket! Woohoo we are all done!" Paige shook her head frowning

"No-No daddy wheres the snuggy! He will need his snuggy I got him A snuggy daddy!" Henry smiled at her.

"I know baby girl but Mummy and I think its better if you gave it to him when you meet, then he knows its from you" at that Paige calmed down...

"Really Daddy? I can give it to him...will he like my snuggy?" Henry nodded to her zipping up the bag and picked her up placing her on his hip.

"Absolutly baby he will love it...Its the wolf one mummy showed me isn’t it?" She nodded as Henry moved out of the bed room and down the stairs.

"I thought so a very good choice nugget, so soft and small enough he will be able to hold it straight away, you keep it close to the door when me and mummy go and daddy will come and get you when he is here. You remeber what we said?"

"That-that you and mummy go to hospital and get him out then I can see him in the hospital after!" Henry placed the bag by the front door so he just had to grab it on the way out when the time came.

"Forgot the chargers" Henry jumped up

"What-hey sweety what are you doing up and about thought you were in the den reading?"

"You think I wont notice my own husband and daughter skulking about the house all day collecting things?..... Come on move knew you hadn't packed idiot..." you moved over to the bag placing two chargers in the side pocket then stood up right kissing him on the cheek as he blushed at being caught out.

"Daddy does Mummy know everything that happens...." he chuckled watching as you waddled back towards the kitchen muttering something about pickled eggs.

"Yes baby yes she does...we are...bad a sneaking I think"

"We need to get better at it daddy" he nodded to his eldest and followed you to the kitchen hoping you wasn't angry, but by the soft giggles he doubted it

"I can hear you two you know! There will be no more sneaking about now come have some lunch!"

Lunch was a bad idea! You groaned holding your stomach rubbing the taught muscles, sure you had twitches but fuck! You thought they were braxton hicks! You had them for three days none stop about a week before Paige was finally born. But no you were slowly realizing that this might be it!

You rolled onto your side holding your tummy as another slightly powerful contraction pulled Kal had just left the room barking and you could hear henry stampedeing throught the house to your side Paige running in a few moments behinde...Dressed as a nurse...Oh for fuck sake...Why the hell did he get her the nurse set!

"Babe! Oh god babe are you? is it time?!" You shook your head and held out your hands signaling him to help you sit up he did kneeling before you

"Is...Is it the baxtons again? Have they started?" You took a deep breath.

"I...I don't think so had them on and off for the past few days but they are getting worse...I think I'm in slow labor can't do anything yet, gotta wait it out!" Paige interrupted by putting her 'baby headphones' on which was her toy stethoscope on your tummy and nodding

"He wants to come out got to hospital" you and Henry laughed at her.

"Oh my god haha! Paige-y Poppet!"

"Nurse Paige Daddy...I'm a nurse today!" you calmed down

"Well your right nurse Paige he is on his way...But we have to wait until he is just about to come out until we go to the hospital...A few more hours at least..Not only that I'm not leaving this house till I’ve fucking pooped! And have a coffee Henry...don't need to falling asleep again!"

"Again...Mummy have you did this before?" You and Henry shared a look.

"Yes baby with you....You were in my tummy and we went to the hospital and got you out..daddy passed out cos he looked

"I did not look woman! It was stress! And low blood sugar!" Paige meanwhile was quiet trying to process the fact that she had come out of you....The little girl knew she was in your tummy at one point but never gave it much thought....

"You-you I'm not poop am I? You didn't poop me out did you mummy?....Rose still says you poop out babies I don't want to be a poo!" You smiled at her and chuckled.

"No poppet your not poop? You were a baby just like your brother will be...but mummy does need to try poop before she leaves"

"You want a coffee mummy? You can't poo until after coffee...Daddy make mummy a coffee so she can poo and go get my brother" Henry chuckled and saluted

"Yes nurse Paige...do we still have decaf love?." You nodded to him smiling

"Yes thank you love I'm gonna get changed then I will be down" he hummed

"Nurse stay with your mum...come get me if anything happens okay poppet?" She nodded and 'helped' you up towards the stairs.

The coffee did not work as time ticked on it became clear that you was definitely in labor, the pains were bad and contractions worse then you remembered. You sat there on the toilet determined that you would empty your bowels before leaving but you were cutting it close. Your waters were slowly trickling now, but your adamant you can last you are not shitting yourself during birth! You held the side of the tub cringing at the harsh tugs of your muscles as your body tried moving the baby lower. You squinted trying to forget the pain and focus on the task at hand it was hard to go with Paige standing at the door with Kal.

"Paige?...Can mummy poop in peace?"

"Yes" you gasped as another wave started and curled over on yourself.

"....Alone maybe?" Her face lit up and she smiled

"OOOH alone? no"  your face dropped what?

"Paige please?" You begged really needing her to understand and leave you to it like Henry was, though you suspected he was at the top of the stairs listening out

"...No mummy you need a nurse here in case...Me and Kal are nurses" oh for fuck sake

"Incase of what baby?"

"..If you push to hard you might poop out the baby..." you sighed rolling your eyes trying to control your tone not wanting to scream at her but at the same time you wanted a fucking shit in peace!

"Paige I promise I wont poop out the baby"

"But daddy said he's coming" you growled fisting your hands having just about enough as another contraction began pulling at you, really you should be on your way to the hospital already.

"Paige honey...I promise you I will not poop out your brother...But mummy really really needs to go and your putting me off..."

"Okay mummy..." she turned around and patted Kal

"Come on Kal turn around mummy can't poop when your watching"

"Paige please go downstairs"

"No mummy...Just poop already! Its okay if its smelly...I've been to the toilet after you before...And we got this see?" She waved a small can of air freshener that you failed to notice until then okay right that's it!

"Oh for fuck sake-BABE! COME COLLECT YOUR OFSPRING!" Paige blinked confused as Henry came in and collected her, scooping her up sheepishly.

"Come on nugget! Lets got double check the bag...Micah and his mummy will be here soon..."

"But daddy mummy needs me! I'm a nurse!" He shushed her and turned to you.

"Their five minuets away babe might want to wrap this up-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT I NEED A SHIT!!!" You swear for a second you really was married to Clark kent at the speed he left the bathroom as you flung a bottle of bubble bath at the closed door.

What felt like a few moments later you were being ushered out of the door by Fran giving Paige and Kal kisses promising to see them soon. You and Henry pulled away from the house in silence tense and excited.

"You ready?" All he got was a loud groan in reply as you gripped the door and dashboard you had left it to late

"H-henry put your fucking foot down! He is comeing fast!" Started by the change in tone he did as asked flooring it, the hospital was only five minutes away thankfully livjng on the same side of town was ta god send.

"Fuck babe are you- why didn't you say anything inside!? It he that close?!"

"YES HERNY BUT I WAS NOT SHITTING ON MYSELF BIRTHING HIM NOW FUCKING SHUT UP AND FUCKING DRIVE THIS FUCKING MOTHER FUCKING CAR TO THE CUNTING HOSPITAL!!!" You ended with a low pained groan but henry in his panic just continued his blathering

"Do-did you go for the epidural? Can they?-"

"ITS TO LATE! JUST OHHHHH FUUUCKING HELL NO!" your groans got higher and louder as the pain and awful need to push became almost to much to bare.That did the trick. Henry soon realized that you were in the middle of active labor.

"What the fuck? babe why didn't you say something?! breath breath remeber-"

"I AM FUCKING BREATHING!!! IF NOT ID BE FUCKING DEAD....oh fuck me- sorry babe these things hit hard...I didn't ant to worry you or Paige be he wants out now- OOOHHH GOD NOO FUAUHGK JUST FUCKING TOOT THAT CUNT GO AROUND HIM HENRY?! GET OUT OF THE WAY ASSHOLE! PUSHING A BABY OUT HERE!!"

"Babe the windows open-"

"FUCK THE WINDOW MY FUCKING CERVIX IS OPEN!!oooh and done wow...You know I'm done after this one...Fucking done" You pressed back into the seat taking deep breaths laughing in delight as the hospital came into veiw patting your tummy

"okay...okay breath this is it baby boy~ fUUUCK ME! Auggghhh! no don't that's whats got us here", Henry tried not to laugh but he couldn't hold it he chuckled as he sped past the barriers and skidded to a stop by the maternity unit swearing

"Fuck fuck fuck HELP HE'S COMING FAST!!! okay bag bag and plan- we have the birthing plan- whats the birthing plan babe?!" he panicked as you both made it into reception you doubled over legs spread wide baring down as the contraction built in strength.

"TO GET HIM OUT- THAT’S THE FUCKING PLAN FUCK THIS WAS SO MUCH BETTER WITH A FUCKING EPIDURAL-!" suddenly seeing what was happening you were whisked into a room by midwives that already knew this baby was coming much faster then expected.

You were quickly placed on the bed legs spread and a midwife checking she swore and pressed a button above you on the bed raising an alarm. she turned to Henry asking him questions

"Dad? this your first baby?"

"No second, our second" he lifted your papers as you screamed out again he was panicked

"Okay right was it a natural birth last time?" Henry nodded to the woman then suddenly there was two younger women in the room

"Shes crowning fast, the baby will be here in a matter of minuets okay...I need a bassinet, blanket tools the lot, get those notes off dad and get a ecg in here I want baby's heart rate!...Right dad you with me? good up here hold her hands there's no time for pain meds this baby wants out now!" you groaned holding Henry's hands tight swearing panting

"Its-He's coming! he will be here soon" you had a holter monitor on your tummy and there was another alarm pinging you looked to one of the younger women who had brought in the .

"What-whats that? is everything okay? is he okay?"

"Yes ...Your baby is just a little stressed out okay? nothing to worry about love its just that your in the end of labor already " she quickly moved around

"Right Mrs Cavill take some deep breaths for me darling...Okay in...Out good and again....Good right your baby is right here...Can you feel my fingers? Yes? that’s their head right there sweetheart now I need you to push okay? on the next contraction as hard as you can its really important okay-" you pushed with all your might but noting he didnt move, the woman tensed.

"Okay...Right Mr Cavill she doesn't have any blood condition's does she? hiv? anemia?" Henry shook his head

"No-no she hasn't why?"

"Right okay get them over here...Right Mrs Cavill I’m going to have to cut you my love" you screeched shaking your head

"N-NOO PLEASE-please don't I can do it- please" henry tooka few secons to catch up...They were going to cut you? cut your-Oh god! he moved forward holding you tight trusing the midwives to do their job, they new more about this then the both of you.

"Shh shh I know its not nice but the baby is stuck honey their shoulder is trapped my love if you keep pushing you could hurt him so just one tiny little snip and he will be here okay?" you whined crying into Henry nodding who relayed the message as the woman was already poised with the...Terrifying scissors between your legs.

"Yo-you pro-mise?"

"I promise, you wont feel a thing it will be so quick, and after we will get you a nice morphine drip how does that sound? but right now the baby needs to be out asap, you left it to long to get here, if they wasn't stuck you'd have had them in the car on the way here in the car!"

"She wouldn't leave the house till she went a loo... Didn't want to poop giving birth" the midwife rolled her eyes.

"oh sweet pea we have seen it all before, okay now ready, as soon a this contraction it over you will have your little baby I promise you love" you nodded reaching for Henry who curled over you holding your hands kissing your face

"Henry I’m scared! don't pass out-don't fucking pass out Henry! I need you please please stay with me!"

"I'm here! I'm with you love...I'm not going anywhere just think our little boy!" you nodded and screamed loud as your final contraction came on building then- nothing the burning pain was all you felt then a loud sigh of relief as your son was born.

"There we go I told you! Well done! A little boy! congratulations!" you wept as the midwife held him higher for you to see and burst out crying. Henry couldn't believe it! his son his little boy was right there! he could see him hear him!

"Dad...ready here cut just there" Henry held the scissors cutting the tiny baby from his mother the room was full with the cries of the newborn.

"C-can I pass out now?" you slapped at him watching as the midwife called out time of birth.

"And that is Cavill, male, born at three minuets past seven pm October thirtieth..ooo nearly a halloween baby~"

"He was due November third...Four days early" Henry added wiping tears from his eyes watching as they washed him up and measured and weighed him.

"Well no wonder you had to be cut lovey! he is a big boy! 9lb 9 ounces! and 22 inches in length...definitely going to take after his daddy!...Okay okay here we go fussy little monkey~" Henry was handed your son first as you were being stitched up and a morphine drip being inserted, you didn't feel anything other then shock. he was here...your baby your little man! Henry froze looking at the bundle.

"He is so...Perfect! I-I can't-love he is" you nodded leaning over as Henry sat down shushing him rocking the boy gently. The nurse who had finished putting in the canular and started the drip came over.

"Would you like me to take some pictures? first cuddles?" you both nodded handing her Henry's phone and posed with your son...Son you had a son he was here...and a noisy little bugger if you did say so yourself. Henry handed him to you pressing kissed you your head

"Thank you so much my love! you've made me the happiest man on the planet!" the nurse took some more photos then you were left alone. You both sat in awe of the little boy as you held him steady feeding him quietly rocking.

"you want a coffee love? and I will call Fran get her to bring over Paige" you nodded then looked to the bag

"Did you bring?"

"Yes I did they are in there wrapped up and ready I will be back in when they get here...Want some snacks to?" you nodded

"A coconut late with extra syrup...Double shot oh and some milky bar! the big one and some monster munch!" he nodded already on the phone to Fran to deliver the good news.

Twenty minuets later there was a knock on the door and in came Henry Paige was uncharacteristically hiding behind him unsure of herself, he must have told her to keep quiet. she tiptoed in and stood at the bed on tip toes trying to peek."I-Is he here? where is he Mummy?" you moved the blanket letting her see the blue bundle.

"Henry lift her up-Oh hi Fran?" you nodded smiling noticing she was filming the siblings meeting. Henry hoisted Paige to sit next to you she was scared stiff just looking eyes fixed on her brother. she looked to you then the baby.

"He's mine? my baby brother...He is so small daddy look at his little fingers" Henry smiled to her nodding getting all choked up already.

"Y-yes baby girl he is very small...The nurses said he is going to be tall tho...Well aren't you going to give him the snuggy you got?" Paige bit her lip and tentatively crawled over you him crouching

"I-I can touch him...He wont cry" Henry chuckled at her worried expression.

"He shouldn't do baby and if he does its just because he is a tired little baby!" slowly she made her move, moving to give him the toy placing it near his tiny hand, once he felt the softness his hand clenched around it.

That was when Paige lost it, almost as if realizing that he was a real baby, not a toy the flood gates opened and she quickly moved in over her brother crying softly into his blanket trying to cuddle him softly you rubbed her back as she was overwhelmed sobbing quietly to herself rocking slightly.

"H-hi B-baby...I-I'm you b-big sister" you and Henry smiled to each other knowingly tears welling up fast any doubts you'd had vanished as Paige coddled the tiny boy. You moved nodding for her to come sit on your side.

"Come on poppet time for his big sister to get a cuddle!" she gasped looking up wiping her eyes.

"R-really I can ho-hold him? but I th-thought dad-dy just said that to-to make me fe-eel better" Henry shook his head moving to stand beside you both so Paige as in the middle

"No of course not sweet pea...now here this is for you  little lady" she blinked looking from you to Henry

"Presents?"

"Yes love a present's from the baby to you see? here open it see what he got you". you watched as she opened the gifts, one was a small wolf teddy that looked a little like the snuggy Paige had just given her brother, the other was a worlds best big sister t-shirt. she looked around stunned

"Daddy- Mummy look- look he likes wolves...Just like my snuggy I got him- see its almost the same daddy look look!" Henry smiled at her chuckling

"I see that princess..not what about this one here~" she tore open the paper holding the t-shirt

"A-a T-shirt daddy whats it say?"

"It says worlds best big sister! see he already knows your going to be the best big sister! want to put it on?" she nodded already having he top half off before he even asked once dressed in her new top you decided it was time for cuddles and pictures you both moved her little arms so she could support him properly.

You all smiled as Fran stood by and took a few snaps with Henry's phone tears streaming. Paige looked down in awe as the child wriggled she looked up alarmed.

"No- Mummy I didn't-"

"shh shh its okay see he is just waking up...It must be your snuggy he wants to have a look~" Paige watched in fascination as her brother opened his eyes yawning at her.

"Soo? what the little ones name?" Fran finally asked buzzing with excitement

"Silas...Silas Cavill" Paige quirked a brow and shook her head.

"No-no Daddy I don't like it" you and Henry burst out laughing.

"Well I'm sorry nugget that's on his birth certificate nothing we can do now-" Henry tried to explain but was cut off

"Rub it out you did it in pencil didn't you?"

"I'm afraid not Paige, He is called Silas" Paige huffed looking down at Silas bouncing him a little.

"Oookaayy but the next one is a girl and I’m naming it" you and Henry blinked

"W-what Paige-y?"

"The next baby is a girl and I wanna call it Pearl...so its Paige and Pearl." Henry waved his hands in the air exhausted by his eldest.

"Unbelievable- Paige how about we see how you and Silas get on-"

"No daddy go have sex I want a sister- there are two more bedrooms at home!" you burst out laughing as Paige said this whilst rocking Silas slowly before kissing him on the cheek.

"My baby brother...I love you and cant wait for you to meet Kal...He is a bit like a wolf...And bear so your going to love him!...He is loud sometimes but he is a good boy" you tilted your head before going to take Silas back but Paige whined and twisted him away.

"N-no mine my brother! I want to hold him longer" you and Henry shared a look and sighed choosing to let her hold him until her arms were tired.

Fran walked over taking a quick peek at the baby before handing Henry his phone giving him a quick hug which he returned.

"Here I best be off congratulation the two of you, I'm so happy for you all"

"Thanks again for watching Paige...You sure you don't want a cuddle before you go?"

"No no let Paige have her snuggles I'm sure I will get a cuddle soon see you soon" Henry moved sitting at the bottom of the bed watching his family happily. Before flicking through the pictures readying one for twitter and family. He chose one that melted his heart Paige staring down at Silas with you and Henry staring at each other smiling, glowing with pride, Silas' face was partly hidden. he posted the photo announcing to the world he was the proud father of two healthy children, life couldn't get any better then this! Henry was on cloud nine...But Paige did have a point...There was two more spare rooms, Henry will give it a few months before bringing it up. But for everything he was worth he had a feeling you'd be pregnant by the end of next year. Paige was spoilt in a sense and he just can't refuse his little princes and Sister was now on the list he would try not to disappoint.

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill #henry cavill fic #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x daughter #henry cavill x you

[hollypastl]

the disappearance of [REDACTED] ch.2

miya atsumu/reader

Summary: "MISSING: MIYA Y/N" It reads. Underneath is a picture of yourself. Age, height, weight. Everything important is listed. How embarrassing.

Genre: angst/mystery

Warnings: missing persons, time skip spoilers

Notes: crossposted on ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/28726002/chapters/70468146#workskin

chapter two: you will live and die for them because that’s your way

Osamu is still as a statue as he processes what his brother’s just told him.

It doesn’t seem real.

“That doesn’t make any— No. I know you’re you and she’s her, but you two are…” He trails off and starts wiping down the bar again. It’s a nervous habit Osamu picked up sometime when he wasn’t watching. “I mean... last week she didn’t act like anything was—”

Atsumu is busy reeling from his brother almost(?) complimenting his relationship that he almost misses it. “Last week?”

He nods. “Yeah, the stall was packed at the Friday game… She jumped in and manned the register so the rest of us could work on finishing orders.”

“Last week, though? You’re positive?”

He nodded.

“You saw her?”

From your usual court side seats, you could hear shoes squeaking and players panting. The thirty second row just wasn’t the same. At the same time, watching the game from a birds eye view gave you a new perspective and appreciation.

You leaned forward and locked on to Sakusa for the serve that would start the set. Your cheek sunk into your hand as his serve shot almost straight into the floor if not for a quick save by Komori that he bounced with only a single arm.

Someone across the way whooped and your eyes darted side to side as the ball hopped in the air and the setter shot a quick toss through the air. Your eyes landed on the spiker it was hurtling towards. From this far away, it was impossible to see, but you knew Suna well enough. Right now he was probably thinking something like, ‘There’s a three man block in front of me, is there really any use in jumping? I’m not gonna land a point anyway, so I might as well conserve my energy.” Still, he leaped for all he was worth and dinked it with his freakishly long fingers at the last second.

“Woohoo!” You screeched. Ignoring the fans who turned around to frown at you. Understandable. Why were you sitting in the MSBY Black Jackals section and dressed in black and gold merch if you were gonna cheer for the other damn team? You glare right back at them and slurp on your empty drink. The action only reminds you that you’re kind of hungry.

Inunaki bumps it back up all the same. Not surprising considering how slow and weak dinks are, but you gasp and groan aloud with the rest of the fans when Atsumu immediately tries to dump the ball back over the net. The play is messy and his hands are easy to read. Suna springs back up and spikes it down before the two even have a chance to tussle over it.

The buzzer rings and the EJP Raijin are awarded the point.

“Now that’s a failure of a setter dump if I ever saw one. Not what you usually expect from a player like Miya.”

“He does seem to be off his game today— oh, and there it is. Coach Foster is subbing in another player.”

“It’s only the second set, and the Jackals did take the first. There’s plenty of time for him to cool off and get back on the court to show us some of his monster serves.”

The commentators switch to talking about the serving skills of the various players at today’s game, which you don’t bother to stick around for. You did come to see Atsumu, after all. No point in staying if he’s not on the court.

You gather your hair in a low ponytail and tie it back, put your jacket back on, and make sure you have your wallet and phone still. All secure.

The stadium isn’t one you’re used to, so you refer to the map in the concrete hallway. The exit closest to the station is the north one and you’re at the southeast. It’s only when you turn to go that you realize you don’t know whether to go left or right.

“Well, it is just a giant circle,” You mutter. “Doesn’t really matter which way.”

From further inside, you can hear the buzzer go off one, two three times, signaling the end of the set. “That was quick.” The halls flood immediately and you’re forced to slow down and trudge through, rather than hyperwalk like you usually would. This whole trip is turning out to be one inconvenience after another. Atsumu is off his game. You’re hungry. People in this crowd keep bumping into you.

“Hey lady, get in line like the rest of us.” One asshole grunts and you reflexively scowl at him and the five brats he’s with. It drops from your face. If you had to deal with five kids under the age of ten all by yourself, you’d be grumpy too.

“Sorry, m’bad.” Curious, (and still hungry) you check what it is they’re in line for. Immediately, you’re in a better mood. Skirting the line, you hop over the gate and swipe some onigiri right out of the display box.

“Oi! What the hell are you— Oh, [y/n].”

“Hey there, stranger! Fancy meeting you here.” In two massive, disgusting, and arguably impressive bites, you swallow the onigiri (which is in no way, bite sized) and pluck the baseball cap off his head.

“Hiii, welcome to Onigiri Miya, what can I get for you today?” You ask, pulling your ponytail through the hat and bumping your hip with Osamu’s. The old man isn’t all that disturbed by the abrupt change in cashier and prattles on a list of items long enough to feed a battalion. You’re quick to click it into the POS and nod your head to the order printer that’s situated further back in their makeshift workstation. “I’ve got this. Go do your thing.” He rubs his hat hair sheepishly. He wasn’t planning on taking it off today. "Here's your receipt, sir. Please pick up your order at the station to your left. Good afternoon, it’s lovely to have ya here at Onigiri Miya, whatcha cravin’?”

“That’s it? What else did she say? Where’d she go after? When did she leave?” Atsumu’s hands buried themselves in his hair, practically pulling it out by the roots.

“I don’t know! Um… The rush came after the second set, I think? N’she left right after. I assumed she just went back in ta watch the game!”

“But she didn’t say anything weird?”

“No! We were so busy I barely said two words to ‘er!” Osamu had never seen his brother look so frantic.

“I’m going back to the police.” He rasped out.

— — —

At the station, Detective Kano looks over your file.

CASE: Missing Persons

FULL NAME: Miya [y/n]

BIRTHPLACE: Sapporo

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Osaka

Looking at it plainly, the answer is clear. As much as his subordinate and your husband don’t want to believe it, you’ve left. Nobody took you or forced you. The reason could be anything. You got bored or felt stifled in your marriage, (it did say you two had gotten married at twenty. That’s awfully young to make a lifelong commitment) you met another man, (always a possibility) or it could be that you were running for your life from an abusive piece of shit. Your case wouldn’t be the first like that and nor would it be the last. He didn’t care how ‘worried’ your husband appeared to be. For all he knew, the bastard could just be worried about people finding out and it ending his career.

"Oi, Tanigashi.” He barked. The rookie’s head shot up. “We find any bodies in the past couple days?”

“Time frame?” She asked, already typing away.

“Last seen on Tuesday, the fourteenth”

“Male? Female? What else, ya gotta help me out here.”

“Twenty two year old female.”

She hummed. “Tourist?”

He shook his head.

“Is she a short emo meets Harajuku model typa person?” She sighed, turned the monitor in his direction.

He sighed. “Nope. Sorry fer wastin’ your time. Get back to work.”

“Detective?” The office secretary popped his head in the door. “The statements you ordered just came in. Should I print them out for you?”

“Yeah, thanks kid.” Kano heaved himself out of his seat and cracked his bones. Years on the force and keeping up with full contact Karate were starting to get to him. Maybe he should take his daughters advice and take up Tai Chi or Yoga.

He crinkles open a wrapper and pops the gum in his mouth, reading the evidence as it’s freshly warm off the machine.

The bank statements aren’t anything out of the ordinary. You’ve withdrawn everything from your personal account. The joint account has been left alone. He jots down a note. ‘Set financial alert for suspicious activity.’

This way he’ll know if one of you tries to remove the other from the account. Again, he noted that you hadn’t withdrawn anything from the joint. As his spouse, you were legally entitled to it. And with Atsumu’s fat check from three seasons of pro sports under his belt, it wasn’t like he would miss a little bit all that much.

If anything, it told the detective that you didn’t hate him. Had you wanted him to suffer, it would be easy to empty the accounts and leave him broke.

“Rule’s out abuse.” He mumbles. Unless you were afraid of retribution should he find you. Though with how thorough you were being, (phone left behind. bank account empty. social media untouched) something told him you didn’t have any plans to be found.

Kano sighs, flipping through more pages and organizing them as he goes.

“This just gets more and more complicated.” He stops. “Hey, kid. Where’s the health report?”

He paled, worried he had missed something. “Ummmmmmmmm.” His fingers click across his email. “Looks like the hospital needs a formal report before releasing any information. Sorry, I’ll get right on that.”

— — —

Tucked away behind more wealthy and more flashy neighborhoods, hidden and huddled by a ring of trees, the only way you could ever know the Miya household was there was if you had been there before.

Which you had.

Ducked below a hill off the main road, it’s a modest split level house which seemed a lot smaller when you were younger. Then again, it had been inhabited by both the boys, their mom, and all the people they attracted. Which happened to be a lot. Despite being more than a little rude, Atsumu and Osamu were always surrounded by people wanting to be their friend.

You park in the driveway and enter through the back door on the porch, which has been unlocked since you first started visiting when you were fifteen.

“Toyo! It’s [y/n]. You here?” You called, walking through the door. No answer.

You walked through the kitchen and down the six steps to the main level.

“Toyo? You in there?” Politely soft, but loud enough to be heard, you knocked on her door. Still nothing.

You swung the door open.

“To—” Surrounded by tissues, old bowls of food, and shivering, was Miya Toyo in all her glory. “Gosh.” You whispered. “I knew you were sick, but this is ridiculous.”

Quietly, you grabbed the heating pad in her nightstand drawer and plugged it in, setting it next to her on the bed. Then, gently pulling the covers up and smoothing them out. Not that it mattered. The woman slept like a rock. You wondered if she had always dealt with being sick like this: alone, with no one to care for her.

Then you were headed back towards the kitchen. The door to Toyo’s room was carefully shut. You didn’t want your noise to wake her up. On the way back, you shuddered. No wonder she was sick, she kept the house colder than an icebox.

You made a pit stop at the boy’s room, sliding open a closet door, grabbing a hoodie, and smelling it.

“Hmm… Yeah, that’s Atsumu.” You recognized and quickly pulled it on. The man threw a fit anytime you wore Osamu’s clothes, so you had learned to differentiate the two. You chuckled. That was one of the ways you had figured out he had a thing for you.

A second pair of socks was also stolen. Yours were much too thin to keep your toes from falling off. “Hmm hmmm. Hmm hm, hmmm hm.” You hummed absentmindedly as you switched on the kettle and searched through the pantry and fridge for ideas on what to make.

#atsumu x reader #Miya Atsumu #haikyuu

[emanoelribeirooficial]

Fanfiction - The Loud House's Sonic the Hedgehog: The Fastest Thing Alive

[A panorama of Great Lakes City appears, and shows Sonic running away from a hovercraft with advanced technology that is trying to hit him with a laser beam. The chase is stopped]

Sonic: [narrating] So, I know what you're thinking. "Why is that incredibly handsome hedgehog being chased by a madman with a mustache who is destroying an entire city just to catch me?"

[The chase continues]

Sonic: [narrating] Well, to be honest, it feels like I've been running my whole life. And I will not lie, I only ran away several time in my life. Do not believe me? So let's go back a little bit in time, to 5 years ago.

[The story goes back five years ago. An island in the middle of the ocean appears. A young Sonic travels across the island]

Sonic: [narrating] This is Christmas Island, the island where I'm from. It had everything: sandy beaches, cascading waterfalls, public access to loop-the-loops! It was an ideal place to live, except for one person.

[Eggman appears]

Eggman: Hello Sonic, how is your miserable life?

Sonic: [narrating] This is Doctor Eggman, he is the madman with a mustache who I mentioned earlier. He wants to steal my powers to take over the world. But I won't, because I'm too quick for him to catch me.

Sonic: Well, until you show up.

Eggman: Guess what, today is when I catch you, hedgehog.

Sonic: You think, Egg Head.

Eggman: If that's how you think... ROBOTS, ATTACK!

[Eggman's army robots attack Sonic, but the hedgehog destroys them]

Sonic: There's no use using your robots, Egghead. You'll never catch me.

Eggman: If I can't capture you, I will destroy you!

[Christmas Island starts to explode, Eggman runs away]

Sonic: That's not good! I have to get out of here, and fast!

[Sonic picks up a bag full of rings. He uses a ring to open a portal, leaves Christmas Island and stops in a forest of oak trees]

Sonic: No.

[Sonic sees through the portal, Christmas Island sinking into the ocean. Then the portal closes. Five years have passed, Two boys appear talking in a park]

Lincoln: Clyde, have you read the new Ace Savvy comic? It's amazing!!!!

Clyde: Of course Lincoln. I especially loved the ending, where Ace Savvy and his faithful sidekick One-Eyed Jack fight the trash monster, and it looks like it will be continued.

Lincoln: [looks at the watch on his wrist] Look at the time! I have to go home! See you tomorrow, buddy!

[Lincoln leaves]

Clyde: See you tomorrow, Lincoln!

[Clyde leaves too. A turtle crosses the street and is almost hit by a car, but Sonic saves it]

Sonic: Whoa, buddy. You almost got yourself killed out there. What are you, some kind of adrenaline junkie? Must be rough, being slow all the time... Tell you what, today is your lucky day.

[Sonic starts running with the turtle in his hand, with Don't Stop Me Now from Queen playing in the background]

Sonic: Woohoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Have you ever felt so alive?! [lifts the turtle in his left hand] This is great, you're doing amazing!

[The turtle falls from Sonic's hand]

Sonic: Oh, jeez!

[He quickly runs back, grabs it and continues his run]

Sonic: Good recovery. Whoo-Hoo!!!

[Sonic leaves the turtle in the forest]

Sonic: This is going to be our little secret, Okay? [whispers] You didn't see me, I was never here.

[Sonic runs to his cave, and starts to play inside it]

Sonic: [narrating] So, did you think you were struggling to survive? Well, your mistake. I am living my life quite happily!

[Sonic reads several comic books...]

Sonic: [narrating] I have a library,

[... runs into a washing machine...]

Sonic: [narrating] A home gym,

[... and plays with nunchucks]

Sonic: Whoa!

Sonic: [narrating] and a state-of-the-art security system!

[Sonic plays ping pong with himself]

Sonic: [narrating] I even have a ping pong table!

[Sonic drops the bag of rings]

Sonic: Oh no.

[Sonic gathers the rings that have fallen to the ground]

Sonic: [narrating] And if something goes wrong, I use my rings to go somewhere else. But I won't need to use them, this is Royal Woods, the best place to live on the entire planet.

[Sonic runs from the forest to Royal Woods]

Sonic: [narrating] I am their favorite creature, even if they don't know about me. My favorite person is Lincoln Loud. We have several things in common, for example, we are pre-teens, we like comics and video games, and sports. Despite his strange white hair and, sometimes, his selfishness, he is a good person.

[Lincoln arrives at the Loud house]

Lincoln: DAD! MOM! I GOT HOME!!!

[Lincoln's sisters go down the stairs]

Lincoln's sisters: LINCOLN!!!

Sonic: [narrating] He has a large family, and how big that family is, he has TEN sisters! They are: Lori, the older sister; Leni, a little confused; Luna, the guitarist; Luan, the family comedian; Lynn, the sportswoman; Lucy, the goth; Lisa, the scientist; the twins Lola and Lana; and the youngest Lily. Their parents are Lynn Loud Sr. and Rita Loud.

Lori: How was the comic convention?

Lana: Did you get an autograph from Bill Buck?

Lynn: How many comics did you buy?

Lincoln: Okay, no more questions. Now I'm going to take a shower.

[Lincoln starts up the stairs]

Lori: Hey, Ronnie Anne called and said she was going to come here tomorrow.

Lincoln: Okay.

[In Lincoln's bedroom, Sonic spies Lincoln talking to Ronnie Anne on the laptop, through the bedroom window]

Sonic: [narrating] He's a friend of Ronnie Anne Santiago, the toughest girl he's ever met. These two are in love with each other, even if their families don't know it. And there's no point in them denying it, because I know the truth.

Lincoln: How's it going in Great Lakes City?

Ronnie Anne: [via laptop] Okay here, there were some confusions, but they have already been resolved.

[Lincoln chuckles]

Ronnie Anne: [via laptop] Lori warned me that I'm going to visit you tomorrow, right? Why am I going to beat you on "Dance Battle".

Lincoln: Are you sure? Let's see who's the best!

Ronnie Anne: [via laptop] That's right. Smell you later, lame-o.

[Ronnie Anne ends the video call. At another point in the previous day, Lincoln and Clyde watch a ghost hunter program]

Sonic: [narrating] Lincoln's best friend is Clyde McBride. They do a variety of things together, such as playing video games, reading comics and watching ghost hunters programs.

[In a cafeteria, Crazy Carl shows a drawing of the "Sanic" meme to a police officer, Lincoln and Lynn Sr.]

Sonic: [narrating] There is one person in town who's actually onto me. He calls me the "Blue Devil".

Crazy Carl: I almost caught him last night.

[At last night, Sonic makes pranks with Crazy Carl in his traps]

Sonic: [narrating] Say hello to Crazy Carl.

Crazy Carl: [trapped in one of your traps] I know you're out there, and I know you're real!

Sonic: [screams from within the forest] NO, I'M NOT!!!!

[Back at the Loud house, now at night, the whole Loud family is gathered in the living room watching a movie on TV, while Sonic watches hidden behind the door of Lynn Sr. and Rita's bedroom]

Sonic: [narrating] The movie night is my favorite, but as the TV is from coast to window, I sneak into the house through the window of Mr. and Mrs. Loud's room, and watch the movies through the door.

[Sonic plays a psychologist at a dentist's office]

Sonic: [as a psychologist] Don't you think your prolonged isolation is driving you a little crazy? [as a patient] Crazy? Of course not, Doctor! You understood all wrong! [as a psychologist] Despite all that you call friends, deep down, [starts to feel sad] you still feel alone?

[Back at the Loud house, Sonic leaves, saddened]

Sonic: [as a patient] That's I'm afraid to be alone, forever.

[Next day, in the morning, at the Loud house, the doorbell rings]

Lincoln: Who is it?

Ronnie Anne: [outside the house] It's me, lame-o.

[Lincoln opens the door and Ronnie Anne enters the house. Lynn runs out of the house]

Lynn: LEAVE THE FRONT, I'M LATE FOR AN IMPORTANT GAME!!!!!

[Lincoln and Ronnie Anne look scared Lynn leaving]

Lincoln: Let's Play?

Ronnie Anne: Let's go.

[Lincoln closes the door to the house. The same morning, at the Royal Woods Football Field, the soccer game between the Royal Woods Middle School and Tomball High School. Sonic sees the game hidden in the trees]

Sonic: Wow, is Lynn's team playing?

[Sonic goes under the stands and sees the game, which Royal Woods Middle School apparently won. Mid afternoon, the game is over and Sonic goes to the center of the pitch, sees the soccer equipment and starts playing football with himself]

Sonic: [as a announcer and as a player] And the Sonic team needs another victory to win the championship. But they did not have the Sonic team, which wants to end their game unbeaten record. And the game begins, Sonic gives possession of the ball to Sonic, but Sonic catches the ball and runs towards the goal. Sonic gives Sonic a cart and passes the ball to Sonic who dribbles one, two, three, FOUR PLAYERS, now it's just him and the goalkeeper, he'll kick, kick, and it's GGOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAALLLLL!!!!!!!!! SONIC TEAM WINS THE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!! [only as a player] WHOO-HOO!!! WE WIN, WE WIN!!!!! YOU COME, FANS????!!!!

[Sonic returns to reality and sees the field empty]

Sonic: [saddened] I really am alone… [crying] All alone... Forever.

[Sonic runs across the field several times, and then emits an electromagnetic pulse that turns off all the energy in Royal Woods and nearby cities. At the Loud house, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne continue to play "Dance Battle". Then, the energy runs out]

Lincoln: What happened?

Ronnie Anne: I think there was a power outage.

[The energy comes back]

Ronnie Anne: See, it was just a power outage.

Lincoln: How strange, it is usually the people who cause this.

[Lynn comes home]

Lynn: Guys, did you see the blackout that happened?

[Back to the Royal Woods Football Field]

Sonic: [scared] Let's pretend that this electromagnetic pulse did not exist and that everything was back to normal, right?

[Sonic runs back into the forest. Meanwhile in the Death Egg, the computer signals the electromagnetic pulse]

Eggman: WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DAMN COMPUTER THAT KEEP ON BEEPING????!!!! [looks at the computer] It can't be, I haven't seen an electromagnetic pulse like that for 5 years! I wonder if he... Orbot! Cubot! send the drones to scan the Royal Woods area, and prepare a laboratory truck for me to use!!! [whispers to himself] If he is alive, I will dissect him piece by piece, and then use his power to take over the world.

[Minutes later, in Sonic's cave...]

Sonic: [talk to himself] I need to get out of here, and fast. I let you see what I take... The rings, the beanbag, the nunchucks, the radio, my comics... Wait a minute, Sonic, don't be worried. It looks like a lot of robots will go after you.

[Eggman's drones appear and scan the cave]

Sonic: Dang it! Me and my big mouth. [whispers to himself] You know what, I'll just take the rings, but where am I going to hide? [had an idea] I know where.

[Sonic arrives in the garage at the Loud house. Meanwhile, at home, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne continue to play]

Lincoln: What was that noise?

Ronnie Anne: It looks like it came from the garage.

Lincoln: I'll go and see.

Ronnie Anne: I'd better go with you, the way you get scared.

[Back to the garage]

Sonic: [talk to himself] Okay Sonic, just choose where you want to go, it could be Paris, Seul, even Tokyo! But I don't want to leave here. [picks up a ring and prepares to use it] Here we go.

[Lincoln and Ronnie Anne appears]

Lincoln: Stopped! Whoever it is!

Ronnie Anne: We have a baseball bat and a super powerful ball launcher!

[The two look at Sonic]

Sonic: Uh... Meow?

[The three scream in fright. Lori appears]

Lori: Ronnie Anne, your mother called saying that it is time to go back to Great Lakes City. [She sees the three in the garage]

Lori: WHAT THE...?!

[Lori throws the baseball bat that Ronnie Anne was holding onto Sonic's head]

Sonic: OUCH! [dizzy] Great... Lakes?

[Sonic drop the ring and a portal to Great Lakes City opens. Sonic falls to the ground unconscious and drops the bag of rings inside the portal, on top of a skyscraper. The portal closes]

Lori: Literally... What just happened here?

[Sometime later, Sonic wakes up tied to a chair and with the whole Loud family looking at him]

Sonic: What happened? And why am I tied? OUCH! And why is there a dog biting my leg?!

[Rita removes the dog from Sonic's leg]

Lincoln: Do you speak?

Sonic: Of course, Lincoln.

Lincoln: You know my name? How?

Sonic: A- I know the name of everyone in the town, B- I kind of watched you for five years.

The Loud Family: FIVE YEARS????!!!!

Lynn Sr.: So Crazy Carl was right all the time! The "Blue Devil" really exists!

Sonic: Now they can call him Carl "Eagle-Eyed Eyes". Now, can you let me go?

[Luna unties the rope]

Sonic: Thanks.

Lisa: What animal are you?

Sonic: I am a hedgehog, I thought you knew that.

Lana: Can I touch your fur? [get a Sonic quill]

Sonic: HEY!!

Lynn: Do you like boxing?

[She punches Sonic in the belly]

Sonic: OUCH!

[He falls, but then gets up]

Lynn: Yeah! I won by knockout.

Luna: What is your favourite song?

Lucy: What kind of poem do you want me to read at your funeral?

Sonic: What?

Leni: I loved your shoes!

Lola: [about the shoes] Very tacky.

Luan: Why did the hedgehog cross the street?

[The questions increase, and Sonic begins to lose his temper]

Lincoln: Calm down with the questions, girls. He's already going crazy.

Sonic: [sigh] Thanks, Lincoln.

[Sonic realizes that he lost his rings]

Sonic: Oh no, I lost my rings!

Ronnie Anne: Rings?

[A black truck appears in front of the house]

Rita: Why a truck is in front of the house?

[Sonic goes to the window to see the truck. Eggman gets out of the truck. Sonic, startled, quickly closes the curtains]

Sonic: Oh no! Not him again!

Ronnie Anne: What happened, uh... what's your name?

Sonic: My name is Sonic. It's Eggman, and I have to hide.

Lincoln: For what reason?

Sonic: He's the reason I'm hiding in Royal Woods.

[The doorbell rings]

Eggman: [outside the house] Is this the Loud's residence?

Lincoln: [whispers] Go to the attic and stay hidden there until he leaves. Okay?

Sonic: [whispers] Okay.

[Sonic runs into the attic. Children go to their rooms. Lynn Sr. opens the door]

Eggman: Hi Mr. Loud, I'm Dr. Ivo Robotnik, and I came to investigate your home.

Lynn Sr.: Why are you seeing only my house? And why did you just come here today?

Eggman: Why your home is a special case. [enters the house] I believe that you are HOSTING the cause of the blackout.

Lynn Sr.: Hosting who? We don't even know what happened!

[Meanwhile in the attic, one of Eggman's drones scans the area. Ball-shaped, Sonic is hiding]

Sonic: [whispers to himself] Okay, I'm a ball. Just a normal ball. I'm blending in like a ball. Shh, stop talking. No, you stop talking. Be quiet, Sonic. You be quiet, Sonic!

[Another drone arrives and scans the area]

Sonic: Don't freak out, don't freak out, don't freak out, don't freak out, don't freak out, don't freak out…

[The scanners for the two drones are about to scan Sonic]

Sonic: I'M FREAKING OUT!!!

[Sonic rolls out of the attic and falls down on the second floor hallway]

Eggman: What was this?

Lynn Sr.: It must be the children playing, no big deal.

Eggman: Okay, there's nothing to see here.

[He pushes Lynn Sr. up the stairs and sees the children playing while Sonic is hiding in Lincoln's room]

Eggman: Here's the thing, I'm never wrong.

Lynn Sr.: Everyone has a first time.

[Eggman looks at Lana...]

Eggman: Hey little girl, what's this thing with you?

[... and picks up Sonic's quill that was with her]

Lana: HEY! That's mine!

Eggman: HA! Look at that. I was right. Note the lack of surprise.

[He calls for a drone, which aims various weapons against the Louds]

Eggman: You have FIVE seconds to tell where the hedgehog is! Five…

Luna: What hedgehog, dude?

Eggman: Four…

Leni: Are you sure it's not a blue toothpick?

Eggman: Three…

Lincoln: We don't know about any hedgehog, you can check the whole house!

Eggman: I know he's here because I'm holding the evidence. TWO!!!...

[Sonic leaves Lincoln's room]

Sonic: WAIT! It doesn't hurt them.

Eggman: [surprised] How can you be ali…

[Lynn Sr. knocks out Eggman]

Lynn Sr.: Lori, take Ronnie Anne back to Great Lakes City! The rest comes with me.

[All the Louds leave the house, Lori and Ronnie Anne go to the van and the others go to Lisa's bomb shelter. Back on the second floor of the house, Eggman regains consciousness and gets up]

Sonic: Hey Egg Head, look here!

[Eggman's drone launches several missiles at Sonic, who escapes through Lincoln's room window, which then explodes. Lincoln sees his room explode]

Lincoln: MY ROOM!!!

[He goes back to see his room destroyed. Eggman's drone goes flying and aims the guns at Lincoln. Sonic realizes what's going on]

Sonic: Lincoln!!!

[Sonic picks up Lincoln and they both get in the van]

Lori: What are you doing here?

Sonic: TURN ON THE CAR!!!!!

[Lori starts the van and they leave for the highway. Eggman leaves the house and sees the van leaving]

Eggman: Don't worry Sonic, [looks at Sonic's quill] because your days are numbered. MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

[On the highway...]

Lincoln: Now... explain to me why you hid in Royal Woods all this time.

Sonic: It all happened 5 years ago ... I lived on an island where there was everything, even loopings! after a battle with Eggman, he blew up the entire island, which sank in the middle of the ocean. I thought I was a forest and I used a ring to come here, and I didn't even know that Royal Woods existed.

Ronnie Anne: Now, about the rings.

Sonic: Rings are mystical objects that allow people to teleport anywhere in the world. And taking advantage of you going to Great Lakes City, I will go with you.

Lori: What do you mean you literally go with us to Great Lakes?

Sonic: Why the rings fell on a skyscraper in the city.

Lori: Oh, that's a fair point.

Ronnie Anne: I know a skyscraper there. When we get there, I'll take you there.

Sonic: Thank you for helping me, [saddened] you could be the best friends a hedgehog could have.

[Everyone is moved by Sonic's speech. Shortly thereafter, Eggman activates the truck]

Eggman: Hmm... Eeny, meeny, miny... MAYHEM!

[Eggman chooses a tank to chase the van. Back to the van...]

Lincoln: You mean you spied on everyone in the Royal Woods for 5 years?

Sonic: To be honest, not all. I am fast and I can stay in several places, but not in all at the same time. I see something in one place, but I miss what is happening on the other side of the town.

Ronnie Anne: So you don't know what happened at Jean Juan's French Mex?

Sonic: No, what happened there?

Lincoln/Ronnie Anne: [both sweating and embarrassed] NOTHING!

[Sonic looks at them suspiciously]

Sonic: Why are you embarrassed? I just asked what happened at... I think I know what happened.. You kissed in the middle of the restaurant and in front of everyone who was there, right?

Lincoln/Ronnie Anne: [both sweating and embarrassed] How is it?

Sonic: There is no use denying it, that was the topic of the moment for a whole week! And thanks to you, I remembered that. Tell me how it went, go!

[A harpoon hits the van]

Lori: What the...?

[Everyone looks at the tank]

Eggman: [inside the truck] POW!!!!

Sonic: Go, tell me how was that kiss!

Lincoln: Have you noticed the harpoon trapped in the van?

[The tank pulls the harpoon and the van close to it]

Lori: Everyone holds on to something!!

Sonic/Lincoln/Ronnie Anne: Why?

[Lori accelerates the van, Sonic is thrown out of the vehicle, turns a ball and destroys the tank. Lori brakes the van and turns back]

Lincoln: Sonic??!!

Ronnie Anne: Sonic!!

[Meanwhile, Sonic keeps spinning and stops being a ball]

Sonic: [gets up] Uh... I think I had an extra life.

[Sonic realizes that he destroyed the tank and heads towards the wreckage]

Sonic: Oh yeah, baby! Sonic, one! [doing the floss] Big tank, zero! I'm sorry, did we get that on camera?!

Lincoln: How are you not dead?

Sonic: [dancing] I have no idea! Do you see me dancing?!

Lincoln: Yes, I saw you dance…

Sonic: [looks at the tank] HA!! Is that all you got?

Eggman: [inside the truck] No, but thank you for asking.

[Eggman activates another robot. Sonic returns to the van. The van starts to move. A mini-truck comes out of the tank]

Sonic: Did that tank have a baby?

[The mini-truck begins to chase the van and launch discs with small electromagnetic pulses, Lori diverts the van from all discs]

Sonic: Dang it, here we go again.

[Sonic goes to the broken van window]

Lori: Where are you going?

Sonic: Just drive there, let me take care of the rest.

[Sonic jumps out of the van and slides through the disks, grabs one and jumps into the mini-truck]

Sonic: Hey, everyone! Welcome back to my livestream! Today, we're destroying robots! Step one…

[Sonic uses the disc to burn the mini-truck's circuits and returns to the van. Then the mini-truck overturns and explodes]

Sonic: We did it!

[A one-wheeled robot only gets out of the mini-truck]

Sonic: Ah, come on.

Lincoln: Okay, now it's our turn.

[Lincoln throws several things from the van on the robot, and damage it]

Ronnie Anne: Lori, slow down!!

[The van slows down and Ronnie Anne wrecks the robot with a car wreck]

Eggman: [inside the truck] OHHHH! GIVE ME A BIG FAT BREAK!!!

Sonic: Whoo-Hoo! Next stop, Great Lakes City!!

[At night, the four arrive at Casagrande Apartment, in Great Lakes City. Bobby and his mother, Maria, wait outside the building]

Lori: [get out of the van] Boo-Boo Bear!!

Bobby: Babe!!

[The two embrace. Ronnie Anne gets out of the van]

Ronnie Anne: MOM!!!

Maria: ¡Mija! Are you okay?

Ronnie Anne: I'm okay, mom.

[Lincoln and Sonic get out of the van carefully. Sonic sees thrilled Ronnie Anne and Maria hugging]

Lincoln: What's up Sonic?

Sonic: It's just... I've never had a family, I've been lonely since I was born. [saddened] And to see a mother hugging her daughter…

Lincoln: Oh…

[Bobby sees the van partially destroyed]

Bobby: What happened to your father's van?

Lori: Well... It's just that some mad scientist tried to kill us because he's after him.

[She introduces Sonic to Bobby and Maria]

Sonic: Uh... Hello?

Bobby: [surprised] He's a talking hedgehog!

Sonic: Because only he knows I'm a hedgehog?

Maria: It's late. Why don't we go in the house?

Everyone: Okay!

[Everyone enters the building, goes up the stairs and goes into the living room]

Maria: MAMA!! RONNIE ANNE HAS ARRIVED, AND WE HAVE VISITORS!!!

Rosa: [inside the kitchen] And who are they?

Maria: Lincoln, Lori and a friend of theirs.

[Rosa came out of the kitchen]

Rosa: And who would this new friend of theirs be?

[Rosa looks scared at Sonic and drops some dishes. Sonic, with his speed, picks up the dishes before they break on the floor]

Sonic: Wow, you almost had a loss with these dishes.

[Rosa still scared, keeps looking at Sonic]

Sonic: So... how many rooms are still available?

Rosa: Uh... three. Why do you want to know?

Maria: They're running away from a mad scientist who wants to capture this hedgehog.

Sonic: Can we hide here? It's just for one day.

Ronnie Anne: Please, Abuela.

[Rosa think about it for a second]

Rosa: Alright, you can stay here.

Lincoln: Yeah!

[Everyone except Sonic goes to their rooms. Moments later, on the roof of the building, Sonic looks at the stars]

Sonic: [thinking] Should I go somewhere else, I don't want to be alone again, but I don't want to leave my friends in danger. In fact, they are not even my friends, they are just helping me to escape. [eats a Chili dog] But I care about them! I think getting out of their lives is the best thing I can do.

[At that very moment, in the truck, Eggman puts on some headphones, goes through the playlists and chooses the song Where Evil Grows, by Poppy Family. The music starts to play. Eggman spins in his chair, clearly enjoying himself. At the workplace, a mechanical claw holds the quill. The doctor grabs it, pushes a few buttons on a nearby computer to prepare a feeding tube, before taking a pair of connecting cables and connecting them to the blue thing. Failure in the lab. The doctor returns to the board, holding a lighter and looks for the fuses. He opens a metal box on the wall with the circuit breakers labeled "Self-Destruction", "Badniks" and "Evil Lab". He reactivates the lights, closes the lighter and starts the song again… to dance while the quill is placed on the tube by the mechanical arm. Eggman then moves all-in, activating a holographic display of a snowy hill behind him, and he pretends to ski it. Then, the image changes to a hologram of a T-Rex, which "chases" the doctor. He pretends to run, before throwing the headphones on. He turns and lowers his head, looks like the dinosaur has bitten. The lights start to flash and the dance continues. turns around again and raises his arms. In the next letter, it swings back and forth. Some beeps are heard. Eggman run to the force tube, where the "Power Analysis: Unlimited" and "Sonic Found" warnings are displayed above it]

Eggman: So you're already in Great Lakes City, Sonic? Live your last moments of freedom. MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!! ORBOT!!! READY THE EGGMOBILE!!! With this kind of power, my machines can finally reach their full potential…

[Casagrande Apartment, 7:00 A.M. All the Casagrandes are in the living room having breakfast. Lori appears]

Lori: Good morning guys!

The Casagrandes: Good morning, Lori??!! LORI!!!

Carlota: What are you doing here?

Lori: Lincoln and I, along with Ronnie Anne, were on the run from a mad scientist who tried to kill us and capture Sonic.

Frida: I understand. But who is Sonic?

Lori: It is a talking blue hedgehog that literally runs at supersonic speeds.

Carlos: A talking blue hedgehog that runs at supersonic speeds? THIS IS A GREAT SCIENTIFIC DISCOVERY!! Where is he?

Rosa: Carlos, don't even think about studying about that erizo, especially now that he's being chased.

Bobby: Yes. But stopping to think now, where is he?

Maria: Exactly. And where are Ronnie Anne and Lincoln too?

[At that same time, in the center of Great Lakes City; Lincoln, Ronnie Anne, and Sonic, disguised with a cowboy hat and the shirt that Bobby wore when he worked at Gus' Games and Grub walk towards the skyscraper]

Sonic: Are you sure Bobby won't be annoyed that I wear his shirt?

Ronnie Anne: Of course, he doesn't even work at Gus' Games and Grub anymore.

Sonic: Ok then.

[Halfway through, they buy three ice creams]

Sonic: Now that there is no one behind us at the moment, you could tell me how that kiss happened.

[Lincoln and Ronnie Anne are embarrassed]

Ronnie Anne: [embarrassed] Why do you want to know how it happened if you know we kissed?

Sonic: I wasn't there at the restaurant, so I didn't see anything.

Lincoln: All right, I'll tell you how it happened.

[A flashback about the "Save the Date" episode begins]

Lincoln: It all started the day before at school. Some boys kept making fun of our friendship, saying we were dating. I always want to insult her, saying she was rude and gross and totally annoying, and I even said that I would rather lick the bathroom floor than kiss her.

[The flashback is interrupted]

Sonic: That's rude, Lincoln. Keep talking.

[The flashback continues]

Lincoln: Then she told Bobby everything, who broke up with Lori. And in order for the two of them to get back together, Lori and I would have to go on a double date with them so Bobby could see me being nice to her.

Sonic: And... What happened?

[The flashback is interrupted]

Ronnie Anne: The boys who intubated him went to the restaurant.

[The flashback continues]

Lincoln: They started mocking us again and I insulted her unintentionally again. So I decided to apologize to her in front of everyone who was at the restaurant. But instead of saying…

[The flashback is interrupted]

Sonic: You kissed her in front of everyone!!

[The flashback continues]

Lincoln: Exactly!!

[The flashback ends]

Sonic: Wow! I wish I could have seen that!

Ronnie Anne: You should have seen what happened at school the next day.

Sonic: I should have seen what?

Lincoln: She slapped me in the face.

Sonic: Wow! Is it all just because of a kiss?

Lincoln: Yes and no.

Ronnie Anne: The boys upset him again, and for them to stop, I slapped Lincoln in the face. And then the boys thought we'd broken up, and they stopped disturbing him.

Sonic: And so, the "Date Saga" ends. Wait, why didn't you guys really date to make fun of them?

Lincoln: [embarrassed] Well, it's just that we, being a couple…

Ronnie Anne: [embarrassed] Me and Lincoln dating? Well, I'm not sure it…

Sonic: Shh... I understand. Maintaining a relationship is difficult, but starting one is even more difficult, as there will always be someone jealous to make fun of you.

[Lincoln and Ronnie Anne did not understand what Sonic said]

Ronnie Anne: It's okay.

Lincoln: Now, talk a little about yourself.

Sonic: I already talked about me, in the van.

Lincoln: Oh, that's right.

Ronnie Anne: So, talk about your powers.

Sonic: My powers? I was born with them, and even today I can't control them. When I get too emotional, I create a so-called electromagnetic pulse that can cause a blackout in a giant area.

Lincoln: So it was you who caused that blackout, was it?

Sonic: Yeah.

Lincoln: But why?

Sonic: I was hidden for 5 years, without anyone knowing about my existence. I was sad and very lonely, and to unload that sadness, I started running in circles on the Football Field. I ran so much that I released that electromagnetic pulse.

Lincoln: It must be boring to be alone, with no one to talk to, play a game…

Sonic: Yeah, it's really boring.

[The three of them arrive at the skyscraper]

Ronnie Anne: Yeah... we're here.

[Sonic, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne go to the top floor of the skyscraper, totally crowded]

Sonic: [saddened] So... I think it's goodbye.

Lincoln: You don't want to leave, am I right?

Sonic: Yeah. But I need to leave, not only for my life, but also for yours. Only then will you be free from Eggman.

Lincoln: It's okay, Sonic. No matter where you go, your friends will always be [points to Sonic's heart] here.

Sonic: Want to say that you... you two... are going to be my friends?

Ronnie Anne: Uh... yeah.

Lincoln: We will be the best friends you never had, even if you have to go.

Sonic: Woah! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!

[The three embrace. Then, one of Eggman's drones appears, prepares its weapons...]

Ronnie Anne: Watch out!

[... and launches a missile at the skyscraper's window. Everyone who was on the scene, except Sonic, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne, run away]

Sonic: What is going on?

[Sonic takes off his disguise. Several drones surround the building. A highly technological hovercraft appears and opens the cockpit, q revealing that it’s Eggman, now in red overalls]

Eggman: Hello Sonic, how long ago.

Sonic: Eggman? How is it…

Eggman: I found you? Well, let's say you left something behind.

[Eggman samples Sonic's quill that he picked up at the Loud house]

Ronnie Anne: Lincoln, isn't that…

Lincoln: The quill that was with Lana?

Eggman: The time for talking is over! It's time to push buttons.

Sonic: Your technology may have improved over time, Dr. Eggman. But let's face it, you'll never catch me.

Eggman: Confidence! A fool's substitute for intelligence.

[Eggman activates the drone's weapons]

Sonic: That's not good.

Lincoln: Uhh, Sonic? I know you've got the super speed, and everything, but Ronnie and I?

Sonic: Totally defenseless? Probably gonna get blown up?

Ronnie Anne: Pretty much, yeah.

Sonic: Don't worry. I know exactly what to do. [whispers to Lincoln] When you get to Royal Woods, let your sister know, okay?

Lincoln: What?

[Sonic throws Lincoln and Ronnie Anne off the skyscraper. Eggman looks down at them in surprise, then sits back]

Eggman: [surprised] I was not expecting that... But I was expecting not to expect something, so it doesn't count.

[All of the drones open fire at Sonic, but they slow down and stop, just as they're about to hit the hedgehog. Still in slow motion, Ronnie Anne and Lincoln falling and Eggman reaches out to press the red button]

Sonic: Look at this! I took nine million steps today.

[Sonic waves some of the rockets out of the way, grabs two of them and drums down the bullets flying towards him. As Sonic dismantles the drones, Eggman's finger inches closer and closer to the button. When he presses it, the Eggmobile is charged up and flies straight upwards. Just as Sonic pushes two of the drones around so that they will fire at each other...]

Sonic: [doing finger gun gestures] Pew! Pew, pew, pew! Pew, pew, pew, pew…

[... the machine flies back down and pulls out a laser. Sonic's eyes widen in horror as it is fired. He tries to get out of the way, but the beam blasts him out of his bullet time. Sonic, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne are in free fall. Sonic picks up a ring and teleports Lincoln and Ronnie Anne to Royal Woods. In Royal Woods, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne fall into a pool near the Loud house. They emerge from the pool]

Lincoln: Let's go! We need to call Lori and let the others know.

Ronnie Anne: Okay.

[The two leave the pool. In Great Lakes City...]

Sonic: Whoa, whoa, whoa!

[... Sonic skids, falls down a tree and lands on the sidewalk. The broken drones and rubble fall down around him. Then, the Eggmobile appears]

Eggman: Sonic, can I give you one genius piece of advice? Don't run. It'll only hurt more if you do. And it's bad for your joints, they've proved it.

Sonic: All right, Eggman. You wanna get fast? Let's get fast!

[Sonic starts running]

Eggman: The hard way, it is.

[Eggman begins to chase Sonic. The chase scene begins. The Eggmobile charges after the target. Running through the streets of Great Lakes City, Eggman fires his laser constantly, but they miss due to Sonic's agility. The chase is stopped]

Sonic: [narrating] So, here we are again. We've been through so much together! Now you understand why there's a psychotic robot doctor chasing a superSonic blue hedgehog! Wanna know how it ends? Yeah, me too!

[The chase continues. Sonic and Eggman saw it on a corner]

Eggman: That was an illegal left by the way!

Sonic: This is impossible! [picks up a ring] No one has ever reached me before.

[In Paris, a mother and daughter are looking at a mime, because of course they do. The child seems particularly uninterested, until the mime makes a circle with his arms, revealing the ring portal Sonic just made]

Sonic: Coming through!

[The hedgehog speeds through the ring, passing the three occupants. The mime ducks]

Mime: "Sacré bleu!"

[Eggman follows afterwards]

Eggman: "Excusez-moi, monsieur!"

[Another portal opens on the Great Wall of China. Both Sonic and Eggman fly through it]

Sonic: Here we go. Road opening up!

[The Eggmobile swirls around, but Eggman is still able to keep up, even though the blue hedgehog jumps around and runs along the walls of the passage. Sonic quickly throws out a third ring, leading them to Egypt]

Sonic: I can't lose him.

[Eggman shoots a sphinx and tries to hit Sonic. The hedgehog skids in the sand and has an idea]

Sonic: If you don't beat him, blind him.

[He swirls around the plain of sand, circling Eggman's machine. A sandstorm flies up, blinding Eggman...]

Eggman: I lost... the visual contact!

[... but then he sees Sonic, running up the edge of the Giza Pyramid]

Eggman: You're not allowed up there! That's one of the Seven Wonders!

[He speeds out of the tornado. Just as Sonic throws out another ring, Eggman activates his laser again, blowing Sonic through the portal. In Royal Woods, where it has become night and in front of the Loud house, the other end opens and Sonic falls through it, landing on the asphalt, ruffled and defeated. His ring pouch slides along the road, out of the hedgehog's reach. From inside the Loud house, Ronnie Anne sees the ring through the window]

Ronnie Anne: Sonic?

[She and the rest of the Loud family leave the house towards the sidewalk and see Sonic lying on the street]

Luna: What happened?

Lynn: Is everything okay with him?

Lucy: Did he die?

Lily: Wonic?

Lincoln: [thinking] What happened to him?

[Lincoln looks down, sees the bag of rings and picks it up. The Eggmobile slowly exits the portal]

Eggman: MUHAHA!! You're an astonishing little creature! It'll be fun to take you back to the lab for a litany of invasive exploratory procedures. Any last words?

Sonic: N-no. [passes out]

Ronnie Anne: But we have.

Lincoln: Leave him alone, Eggman.

Eggman: WHOHOHOOO!! A pre-teen couple protecting a hedgehog? This is so cute. I hate cute things.

Sonic: W-what are you two doing?

[Sonic passes out again]

Eggman: Tell me, how are you two going to stop me?

Lincoln: It will not be alone.

[Royal Woods citizens begin to appear. Lori and Bobby arrives in a Casagrande Market's van]

Bobby: What's going on here?

Lori: It's him!

[The two get out of the van and see Eggman being surrounded by the citizens]

Lynn Sr.: You want to catch the Hedgehog, you're going to have to go through me.

Rita: And me.

Clyde: And me.

Albert: And me.

Mrs. Johnson: And me.

Scoots: And me, moustache.

Lori: And me.

Bobby: And me.

Officer Schoffner: [points a gun at Eggman] And me.

Crazy Carl: [raises a chainsaw] It messed with the Blue Devil, it messed with Royal Woods!

Lincoln: [whispers to Ronnie Anne] Come with me, I have a plan.

[The two go inside the Loud house]

Eggman: [chuckles] YOUR FOOLS!! DO YOU THINK YOU CAN STOP ME??!!

[Lincoln and Ronnie Anne go through the portal and jump on the Eggmobile, without Eggman noticing]

Eggman: I will take the power of this hedgehog and conquer the world, even if I kill you all!!

Lincoln: Hi!

Eggman: WHAT THE...?!

Ronnie Anne: "¡Sorpresa!"

[She punches Eggman in the face]

Eggman: You two…

[With two mechanical arms of the Eggmobile, Eggman grabs them by the neck]

Eggman: You really were meant for each other. So much so that they're going to die together now.

Lincoln: You wouldn't have the courage to kill us.

Eggman: Are you doubting me?

[The mechanical arms tighten the necks of Lincoln and Ronnie Anne a little more]

Ronnie Anne: Y-you should learn to shut up.

Lincoln: I know.

Lynn Sr.: ROBOTNIK, Let go of my son!!

Bobby: And my sister too!!

Eggman: [chuckles] How can you stop me? You only have one gun and one chainsaw! They'll get what they deserve for disrupting my plans, and the only one who can stop me is passed out!! Where was I? Oh, yes, I was choking you both. [to Lincoln and Ronnie Anne] Any last words?

Lincoln: L-Let her go.

Eggman/Ronnie Anne: What?

Lincoln: I just want to save Sonic.

Eggman: Sonic's fate already sealed, I want to know why I should spare her life.

Lincoln: The idea of jumping on the Eggmobile was all mine, she only accompanied me because I called her. I deserve to die, not her.

Ronnie Anne: Why are you doing this Lincoln?

Eggman: Really Lincoln, why are you doing this for her? Say Lincoln.

[Lincoln looks seriously at Eggman]

Eggman: SAY!

[Lincoln still looks seriously at Eggman]

Eggman: Wants to know? There's no need to say, I think I know what it is.

Lincoln: And what is it then?

Eggman: Love.

Ronnie Anne: [surprised] What? Lincoln Loud has secretly fallen in love with me? Well, we already kissed once. But what you said. Now you've gone crazy... [to Lincoln] Isn't that right, Lincoln?

[Lincoln still looks seriously at Eggman]

Eggman: He will not say because he is afraid of not being reciprocated. Even though you two are best friends, Lincoln feels that you are his soulmate, as you both have several things in common, in addition to both having a very good and long-standing friendship. [to Lincoln] Isn't that right, Lincoln Loud?

[Lincoln stops looking seriously at Eggman and lowers his head with his eyes closed]

Lincoln: [sigh] Just please... let her go.

Eggman: [whispers to Lincoln] Because of you... she's going to die too.

[Mechanical arms tighten around Lincoln and Ronnie Anne's necks again]

Bobby: Officer Schoffner, can't you just shoot him in the head?

Officer Schoffner: I can't, I can end up hitting the kids.

Bobby: Dang it. [to Sonic, still passed out] Sonic! You need to wake up now!

Lynn Sr.: [to Sonic] They need your help!

Rita: [to Sonic] Especially now!

Lincoln: [short of breath] H-help, Sonic!

Ronnie Anne: [short of breath] S-Sonic, wake up!

[Sonic wakes and gets up]

Sonic: Let... them... go, Eggman.

Eggman: Why? You don't even have the strength to stand.

[Sonic begins to have lightnings through the body]

Sonic: Let... them... go... NOW!!!!

[The lightnings around Sonic increase. Eggman loose Lincoln and Ronnie Anne, and holds the mechanical arms. Eggman is surprised by the power of Sonic]

Lincoln: He's all yours. [whispers to Ronnie Anne] Come on.

[They get out of the way]

Officer Schoffner: Everyone, get back!

[All of Royal Woods' residents step away, safely out of Eggman's line of fire]

Sonic: I think you have something that belongs to me.

[The hedgehog makes a fist, lightning flies from the Eggmobile to Sonic's fist. Eggman struggles a bit, until the glass around the quill inside the machine breaks, disabling it]

Sonic: This is my power. And I'm not using it to run away anymore. I'm using it to protect... my... friends!

[Several rockets appear along the rims of the ship and laser pointers crawl over the asphalt, towards their target. Sonic gets down on his hands and knees, both of them are ready]

Eggman: You're mine, Hedgehog!

Sonic: You'll never catch me!

[After a moment, the doctor makes his move. The rockets fly away to Sonic, who evades them and launches himself against the Eggmobile. He reaches the accompanying wall, bounces of it and attacks again. He goes on and on, ricocheting around the ship in a haze of blue. Eventually, he slides back to his starting position. The Eggmobile is severly damaged]

Eggmobile Computer: System error! System error! System error!

Eggman: Now you've done it!

Sonic: Guess what, Eggman?! I'm not leaving Royal Woods, you are! [to Lincoln] Lincoln?

[Lincoln takes a ring and creates a new portal. Both Sonic and Eggman speed towards each other. Sonic, in his ball form, hurls himself against the nose of the ship, completely wrecking it. The impulse causes the doctor and his device to fly through the ring, to the Death Egg. Eggman screams as the portal closes. Sonic's powers gradually dim down and the lightning disappears. The crowd cheers. Lincoln and Ronnie Anne run back to their friend]

Lincoln: Yeah, you did it.

Sonic: No. WE did it.

[Sonic and Lincoln greet each other with a High Five]

Lincoln: I think these belong to you.

[Lincoln returns the bag of rings to Sonic]

Sonic: Thank you very much.

Lincoln: And don't throw people off the top of a skyscraper.

Sonic: You know I can't promise that.

Lincoln: You did well, hedgehog.

Sonic: Thanks, "Ultra Instinct".

[Everyone starts laughing]

Sonic: I think someone wants to talk to you.

[The two look at Ronnie Anne]

Sonic: [whispers to Lincoln] Good luck.

[He goes to the Loud family]

Lincoln: [whispers to Sonic] Wait... Sonic.

Ronnie Anne: Hey.

Lincoln: [a little clumsy] So... What do you want to talk about?

Ronnie Anne: It's about that moment on the Eggmobile.

Lincoln: Oh..

Ronnie Anne: Were you going to die for me?

[Lincoln starts to feel embarrassed]

Lincoln: [embarrassed] Well…

Lynn: [by far] Kiss her, you coward!!

Sonic: [by far] I'm waaaaaaaaaaaitiiiiiiiiiing!!

Lincoln: [embarrassed] Shut up!!

Ronnie Anne: [chuckles] I guess I was wrong, you're not as scared as I thought.

Lincoln: [embarrassed] Uh... Thanks.

Ronnie Anne: And one more thing. Was what Dr. Eggman said true? You love Me?

Lincoln: [embarrassed] A-as well? As a f-friend or…

Ronnie Anne: Or…

Lincoln: [embarrassed] Or... as a girlfr…

[Ronnie Anne interrupts Lincoln by putting her finger in his mouth...]

Ronnie Anne: [repeating what Dr. Eggman said] Wants to know? There's no need to say, I think I know what it is.

[... pulls Lincoln by the shirt to her and kisses him on the lips]

Lincoln's sisters: Aww…

Sonic: Yeah... It makes up for what I missed at the restaurant that day.

[Bobby receives a message on his cell phone. It is his mother, Maria, warning that he and Ronnie Anne should return to Great Lakes City]

Bobby: I have to go, Babe. [kisses Lori on the cheek] I'll call you later.

[Bobby walks over to the Casagrande market van]

Lori: Goodbye, Boo-Boo Bear.

[Bobby gets into the van and starts honking]

Bobby: [inside the van] Ronnie Anne, let's go!!

Ronnie Anne: I'm going! [to Lincoln] Someday we'll finish that game, okay?

Lincoln: [embarrassed] O-okay.

[Ronnie Anne walks towards the van...]

Ronnie Anne: Smell you later... Lame-o.

[... and gets into the van]

Lincoln: Goodbye... Ronnie Anne.

[The Casagrande Market's van leaves. Sonic goes to Lincoln]

Sonic: So, what has happened now?

Lincoln: I don't know, it looks like she's changed, she hates being kissed in public.

Sonic: But it was she who kissed you.

Lincoln: Exactly! That was very strange.

Sonic: Yeah, very strange. When's wedding day, Lincoln?

Lincoln: [visibly blushing and a little irritated] Ha-ha, very funny.

Sonic: 🎵"Ronnie and Lincoln sitting in a tree…"🎵 [giggles] 🎵"K-I-S-S-I-N-G."🎵 [giggles]

Lincoln: [visibly blushing and a little irritated] Wow, how much maturity.

Sonic: But seriously, when will the two start dating?

Lincoln: [visibly blushing and a little irritated] Won't you stop?

Sonic: Okay, okay. [chuckles] I stopped now.

Lynn Sr.: [by far] WHAT HAPPENED TO MY VAN??!!

Sonic: Who's going to tell him partly that Eggman detonated the van?

[The two begin to laugh]

Sonic: [narrating] From that moment on, my life had changed for the better.

[One week later. Sonic runs through Royal Woods and greets the citizens]

Sonic: Hi, Officer Schoffner!

Officer Schoffner: Hi Sonic! Slow down, or you'll get a traffic ticket!

Sonic: Okay!

[Sonic sees Clyde walking down the sidewalk]

Sonic: Hi, One-Eyed Jack!

Clyde: Hi, Blue Blur!

Sonic: [narrating] I could finally stop hiding, because everyone knew about me, and accepted the idea of ​​a superSonic blue hedgehog who talks about living among them.

[Sonic arrives at the Loud house, and sees Luna and Sam playing guitar in the garage]

Sonic: Hi, Luna. Hi, Sam. Cool jams.

Sam: Thank you Sonic. We were actually making a song for you.

Sonic: Wow! I thank you for making a song for me.

Luna: The name of the song will be "The Fastest Thing Alive".

Sam: Yeah, and the refrain is like this, listen.

[The two begin to play their instruments]

Sam: ♫ "Sonic, He can really move;" ♫

Luna: ♫ "Sonic, He's got an attitude;" ♫

Luna/Sam: ♫ "Sonic…" ♫

Luna: ♫ "He's the fastest thing alive..." ♫

Sam: ♫ "He's the fastest thing alive..." ♫

Sonic: ♫ "He's the fastest thing alive!" ♫

Luna/Sam: Yeah!!!

Luna: Rock n Roll, guys!

Sonic: The lyrics are amazing, girls! When they finish let me know so I can see the two sing.

Luna: Okay, dude.

[Sonic enters the house and goes to Lynn, who has a stopwatch timer]

Sonic: Hey Lynn, how long has it been?

Lynn: According to the timer, you ran through the entire town in 25 seconds.

Sonic: WOO-HOO!!! [doing the floss] World record!

[Lincoln, on the second floor of the house, sees Sonic and runs to the attic door]

Lincoln: [whispers] Is ready?

Lisa: [whispers] Affirmative, Male Sibling.

Lincoln: [whispers] Okay, I'm going to bring him.

[Lisa closes the attic door]

Lynn: Can you be the fastest swimmer in the world?

Sonic: No, I hate swim.

[Lincoln goes down the stairs]

Sonic: Hi Linc.

Lincoln: Hi Sonic! What are you doing here?

Sonic: I came to see how long I run for the entire Royal Woods.

Lincoln: Cool. Come on, we have a surprise for you.

Sonic: Wait, how do WE?

Lincoln: The whole family has created a surprise that you will enjoy.

Sonic: Uh... Okay!

[The two go up the stairs]

Sonic: So, where's the surprise?

Lincoln: In the attic.

Sonic: Let's go!

[The two enter the attic]

The Loud Family: SURPRISE!!!!

Sonic: Oh, my…

[Sonic sees in the attic all his things from his cave]

Sonic: Are you kidding me? I can't believe it... How did you... It's... It's all here... Look at this! Are you kidding? And the beanbag?! No way! Oh-ho-ho! How did you even get this... And you got it all the way over... Oh!

[Sonic runs happily through the attic]

Sonic: [happy] I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it!

Lincoln: Well, welcome home.

Sonic: Thank you... so much.

[Lynn and Luna enter the attic]

Lynn: Did we miss something?

[Everyone starts laughing, then the outside of the Loud house appears]

Sonic: [narrating] I'm Sonic, a little blue hedgehog with extraordinary super speed powers, who is chased by a crazy mustached scientist, and has several friends who live in a small town in the northeast United States! And you may be asking yourself, "Has this hedgehog's life improved?" I reply to you, "I'm living the best life a hedgehog can have! I wanted friends and fate gave me a family! And there's nothing that can ruin my new life."

[Meanwhile in the Death Egg...]

Orbot: Uh... Boss, Are you fine?

Eggman: If I'm fine? If I'm fine?! [angry] I almost lost my entire fleet of state-of-the-art robots trying to catch a hedgehog, and you ask if I'm fine?!! I WANT TO SEE YOU ASK IF I AM FINE WHEN I DISASSEMBLY YOU WHOLE, YOUR PRINTABLE OLD CAN!!!

Orbot: [scared] O-okay, boss.

[Orbot leaves]

Eggman: You may have beaten me now Sonic, but don't forget that your archenemy is Doctor Eggman. So get ready, because soon, your powers will be mine and I will take over the world!!!

[The outside of the Death Egg appears]

Eggman: MUAHAHAHAHA!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

THE END

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[peaky-shelby]

Back to you [4]

“Thunderstorms in spring„

Pairing: oc x Halstead bothers

Previous: prologue, episode one, episode two

Series summary: an old friend comes back and is need for help from the Halstead brother’s. Will this story end in heartbreak or a win?

Episode summary: Loralai talks to jay about the case and she and will are back to their old ways.

Words: 1745

Warngings: lots of angst this time, angry will

Author’s note: quite ironically this page is only the calm before the real storm. Some big revelations happening in the next chapter woohoo!! Please keep commenting and sending feedback it’s the only way I’m motivated to keep writing and it helps a lot. Thank you!! (+) quick dedication to @peachlle for reading and commenting, you are amazing♥️ I hope you’ll enjoy!!

Jay entered the hospital with a file in his hands. Turns out Ruzek had managed to shoot and kill one of the three guys that had attacked them earlier in the day and that was their only lead. They followed it but nothing good came out except a few random names and a photograph. He was hoping Loralai would have more to tell now that she was awake.

He stopped his pace when he heard loud voices coming from Loralai’s room, he took a peek and saw Will standing next her, shaking his head. His was very familiar with this picture of the two of them.

“This isn’t a joke Loralai!” Shouted Will. Jay felt like he was taken back to Will’s old apartment, listening to them fighting on their bedroom while he was in the living room, trying to ignore them.

“Isn’t it?” She asked, her voice loud and clear “because it feels like we’re back in time! It’s always the same fight with you Will, the same dialogue! You haven’t even changed your lines!”

“My lines? What about your ways Lor? How many times do you have to get hit to realize that you gotta stop—“

“IT’S MY JOB!” She shouted back.

“Your job is to write not to dodge bullets and pray that you’ll survive!”

“I don’t care wether I’ll survive or not!” She spat “even if I die, at least I’m dying for a reason! People will hear the stories that matter—“

“And what about the people that love you?” He asked, cutting her off before she could say anything else “what about your parents? Your sister? Me? Jay who saw you bleeding out in his hands? You die and then what happens to us? You really think it’s gonna be that easy for us to let go?”

Loralai scoffed “it didn’t seem like it was that hard for you to let me go three years ago.” She looked away “which reminds me. You are not even my boyfriend and I’m not your girlfriend so why the hell are we even fighting about this?”

Will didn’t answer to that, even Jay could feel how much it must have hurt him when she said those words. It was a cruel reminder but the truth. Will didn’t need to listen to anymore if it and as he stepped out of the room and turned the other way he bumped into Jay. He held him still.

“You ok Bud?” He asked but all Will could do was move his head. There was so much anger in his eyes, Jay expected to see smoke coming out of his ears. He looked down, rubbing his face, there were so many things he wanted to say but couldn’t so instead he settled of the typical “I have to go.”

Jay watched him leave without stopping him and then looked at the door to Loralai’s room. He fixed his jacket, like he was about to get in a ring and took a moment from himself to gather all the strength he could before he stepped inside. It was weird to see her again, awake. She was staring at the ceiling, biting her lip and scratching the sheets with her nails like she always did when she was angry. Ah, the details.

“Hello Sherlock.” He said, getting her attention. Her face light up immediately when she saw him, like she had been expecting him. She reached for him with her arms and jay walked quickly to her, wrapping his hands gently around her. He was so happy to see her safe and healthy. “How you feeling?” He asked, pulling away just enough to look at her.

“Better now that I don’t have your brother yelling at me.”

“he’s just worried about you a lot and you don’t make it easy for him—“

“That’s bullshit Jay! How many times a day do you have a gun pointed at your head? Why doesn’t he give you that speech of love and death— he thinks because I’m a woman I can’t take care of myself.”

“That’s where you’re wrong Loralai! He texts me everyday to make sure I’m ok, he’s as worried for me as he is for you the only difference is I’ve been trained to dodge the bullets! You barely know how to hold a gun!”

Loralai didn’t say anything and before she could come up with a smart reply jay left the file he was holding on the bed and pulled out one of the photographs. “Have you ever seen this guy before?”

Loralai accepted the change in subject and took a moment for herself to think. “No.”

“Ruzek shot him while he was running away. He’s the only one we got from the car. We have no other leads so I was hoping you’d tell me more.” He sat down on the chair next to her bed, waiting to hear her story.

She sighed, looking at the ceiling “one month ago there was a fire at the Heathwood’s family house do you remember?”

“Yes it was an accident—

“Except it wasn’t.” She said confidently. “My editor asked me to write a piece on it and Michael Heathwood who had magically survived. It was a Miracle, the kind of shit that people love to read. But when I met with him...”

“You knew there was something wrong” he finished her sentence and bowed his head “why didn’t you go to the police?”

“The police were on it Jay! They porpusly looked the other way. If I went he would find out! So I did it myself. I looked as deep as I could. His wife, Alicia Stewart, died only one month before the explosion from a car accident and When the house exploded his father in law, Stefan Stewart and his mother in law, Carla Stewart were the only ones that died.”

“You saying he wanted to kill that family?”

“im saying there are far too many coincidences Jay!” She cleared her throat “so I might have illegally checked his bank accounts.” Jay raised his eyebrows and stood still across from her. He didn’t approve at all of what she had told him “I didn’t find anything which was even weirder”

“And I don’t suppose you gave up from then on...”

“I spied on him, searched everything I had on him and you wanna know something funny? Michael heathwood didn’t even exist two years ago!”

“Wait wait—“ He raised his hands, signaling her to slow down. “What?”

“His real name is Peter Evans! He’s a con artist! He tricks rich families, kills them, takes their money, saves it under a different name and runs.”

Jay stood up, pacing the room until he balanced himself on the edge of the bed, trying to process everything that she had told him. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped you! Make sure that this..” He pointed at her wounds “wouldn’t happen!”

“I had to get enough evidence first. Create the story. If he realized I was on to him he’d disappear in thin air”

He stood straight again, crossing his arms “And Where is your evidence?”

“In the flash drive I gave you!”

Jay didn’t answer, he narrowed his eyes looking at her confused. “What flash drive?”

“In the car!” She insisted “I gave you a USB! Did you lose it?”

Jay hid his face in his palms “it must have fallen on the car.” He said, trying to reassure himself that the information was safe. He looked back at Loralai reaching for her hand and giving it a light squeeze “we’ll find it.” He told her. She held his hand before he could slip it away and he looked in her eyes, his heart beating a little faster. It was the bruise right under her eye that made his body shiver, he couldn’t stand seeing her like this.

“I owe you an apology...” she whispered, completely changing the subject. He tried to fake a smile as if he didn’t understand.

“For getting shot at?”

“Jay—“

“Don’t.” He warned “Not now. We’ll talk when all this is over.” He brought her hand up to his lips and gave it a light kiss before exiting the room. On his way out he caught Will behind the reception, making some notes but he decided not to bother him. Will saw him too from the corner of his eye but he was still angry from before to have any conversation with any body.

When he finished writing his notes he looked towards Loralai’s room. She had her eyes closed and she looked like she was about to fall asleep, god knows she needed that rest. He sat down on a chair, watching her sleep. He couldn’t go home and he couldn’t go in her room after their argument so this was the best way to check up on her and make sure she’d be ok. After a while he started to fall asleep himself. The position of his neck was so uncomfortable that kept waking him up and annoying him. When he opened his eyes again because of the pain he saw Loralai moving nervously on her bed. Turning her head right and left and whimpering. He jumped of his chair and rushed to her side.

First thing he did was check her wounds but he saw nothing alarming. When his hand touched her skin, her eyes shot open and she grabbed for his wrist. She looked so terrified to him, so broken, nothing like the confident girl he was used to having around. All the time he knew her there was always one thing she couldn’t battle and that was her nightmares.

He made sure to look calm and not scare her anymore than she already was. “Hey hey it’s ok. It’s just me. Lor?” He held her hand softly, stroking her fingers until she broke down into tears. This was the first time he had seen her cry today, all it took was a nightmare. He sat next to her on the bed, pulling her swiftly in his arms to warm her. He caressed her back and kissed her forehead, whispering sweet words in her hair, his breath falling on her like a veil of safety. She snuggled closer while he spoke, reassuring her that it would be alright.

He always thought of her like a thunderstorm in spring. It didn’t rain a lot but when it did... it was hell.

#jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead #will halstead x reader #will halstead imagine #will halstead #chicago fire #chicago fan fic #chicago pd #chicago med #chicago #nick gehlfuss #jesse lee soffer #one chicago

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Find the Lady (BP, Ash x MC)

A/N: So I started this when I was amused by the hijinks of BP and abandoned it when it started to get old but then figured I should try to finish it...because I do love me a snarky LI, don't I? This was already posted in AO3, sorry if you already read it.

Pairing: Ash x MC; mentions of Courtney x Mario ‘BrainMelt’ Bautista, Bachelorette Party

Length: ~3600 words

Rating: PG-13 (Swearing. Someone (?) drinks too many Bloody Marys and gets sick.)

Summary: Find the Lady but Mandy’s the Lady and, if Ash can find her, he’s not letting go.

Ash had to do a double-take, a triple-take, hell, a quadruple-take, when he walked by the open door of the Peanut Butter and Banana Quickie Chapel & Pawn Shop at the far end of the Strip. It wasn’t unusual for the gaudy gold doors to be propped wide open in the spring, Vegas heat not yet in full force, comfortable days still the norm before the fire of the summer arrived; the chapel was small enough that he was able to peer inside, past the makeshift pews, past the smoke machines and disco balls, all the way to the far wall where linen flowers and neon lights surrounded the glitter-gold script of their slogan. One-stop shop! We’ll put a ring on it and take it off your hands, too!

However, none of the garish decor caught Ash’s eye. Instead, it was captured by the trio who stood with their backs to him, speaking to the Elvis impersonator. Now that he looked closer, he could tell that it was the blond girl who hooked up with the magician and the hotshot doctor who just happened to live out East near Mandy. These two were just secondary to the sight that stole his attention though because, right in the middle, always right in the thick of everything, stood the gorgeous lawyer herself, braid cascading down her back as she spoke animatedly to Elvis. 

He wanted to head in, to say hello and take just a second to bask in her attention, to see her face, but he had to pause. If she was here, talking to a quickie minister with Reed at her side, it could only mean one thing. She definitely wouldn’t want him popping back into her life at this exact, special moment. So he took just a minute to watch, her hands flying through the air as she gestured to the flowers, the pedestal. He had to smile, melancholy as it was. He was glad it worked out for them. She deserved to be happy.

~~~~~

He hadn’t seen her in six months; hell, it felt like they had barely spoken over text since she left for the airport with her friends and his heart, but she was never far from his mind. He always knew that he was little more than an interesting diversion in her life, a wild story about the time she was in Vegas and met a two-bit hustler while on the run from the mafia, but for him? She was no drunken exploit or tall tale. Yes, it had been short romance, but it was the first time a tourist wove a path into not only his bed but his mind and his bones and his soul. He could still see her, clear as day, standing on the roof of his shit apartment, bathed in the sun's glow as it peeked over the mountains. 

He would recognize her anywhere.

Which is why he had to do another double-take on the Strip that night. He was in the middle of a game of Find the Lady, a pair of eager college-aged tourists focused on his hands as they followed the familiar routine, over-under left right left, when a dark braid caught his eye for the second time that day. He turned his head, quickly, too quickly, and his hands stuttered, the second card falling from his palm to the pavement below.

The girls in front of him laughed as Ash gaped at the card on the ground. He never messed up this game. “Wow, ladies.” He pulled his best smile out. “I think you both distracted me. You win this time.” He knelt to grab his card and held out the deck again. “Best two out of three?”

Once they had finally wandered off, after five more games where he made sure he focused only on his cards, not the gorgeous brunette he was certain he saw, he scanned the crowd intently. Nothing. He looked around.

“Jayson, man, did you see-?”

“I’m not helping you.” Jayson held up his discs. “I’ve had no success tonight because you keep telling people my mix tape is just me at karaoke.”

“It is you at karaoke. It’s not even good karaoke; it’s a clip from your phone at Club Yamang that ends with you screaming at a bouncer as they throw you out.”

“I told them I paid my tab.” Jayson glared.

“Yeah, with a stolen credit card.”

“Man, shut up, you don’t need to blow up my spot.”

“You have no spot.” Ash was still scanning the crowd, Strip packed with tourists and grifters and hustlers enjoying the glittering facades around them. “Do you remember-”

“I remember nothing.” Ash sighed as Jayson stalked off, clutching his CDs under one arm as he looked for his next victim.

With one last look around, Ash shook his head and got back to work. It’s not like she was here to find him anyway.

~~~~~

The next night found him outside the strip club, LIV DUDS blinking in the window. Shitty exterior aside, it was always packed on Saturdays, an easy way to catch willing coeds as they streamed out of the club, high on the buzz that only scantily clad strippers provided.

He was far from the door, eyeing the crowd and waiting for someone who seemed willing to play, when a shout made him turn.

“BACHELORETTE PARTY PART TWO! WOOHOO! ALL THE FUN WITH NONE OF THE GUNSHOTS!” His jaw dropped. It was the blond again, Courtney, the one with the enormous wild streak and dirty mind. She was bouncing, vibrating, visibly excited at being in her element again. And trailing behind her? Ash watched as the three amigos walked out, the senator’s ex and the one with the sketchy job and then, trailing behind with a blush on her cheeks and smile on her face, there she was. Mandy always took his breath away, every time he saw her, and this was no exception.

He stood, frozen on the spot, watching her talk on her cell, hands gesturing, as Diana put her hands on her shoulders to hustle her into a waiting Dryve.

Crap. 

He sprinted forward but watched as the backdoor shut, car lurching and pulling out into traffic.

Fuck. He glanced around, eyes falling on an idling cab. He dashed to the window, knocking frantically.

“I need a- Gene?”

Gene rolled down his window. “’Sup, Ash?”

“I thought you were still pretending to be a human statue by the Bellagio.”

“Meh. Gold paint took forever to wash off, especially when it got inside those tiny shorts and irritated my-”

“TOO MUCH INFORMATION!” Ash grimaced, making a mental note to bleach his brain as soon as he got home. “Anyway, I need a ride. Now.”

“I’m on my break!” Gene gestured to the tuna sandwich in his hands. “I haven’t eaten all day!” The words were barely intelligible around the giant bite in his mouth. 

Ash could just make out the taillights of their car heading downtown. With a deep breath, he opened the door and yanked Gene out of the driver’s seat.

“What the-”

“Here.” Ash pulled open the back door and shoveled him in before hopping behind the wheel, turning the engine, and peeling out. He could just make out the rideshare and had suddenly never been so grateful that the Strip was a long, flat line. “Just sit and enjoy.”

There was a rustling in the back and then a thud as Gene dove towards the floor. “My sandwich!”

“I’m sure it’s fine.”

“You stole my cab.” He was pouting, brushing off the grime from his food, but Ash sensed that it was halfhearted as he settled into the seat and stepped on the gas.

“Not stealing-you’re in it!”

Ash saw Gene take a giant bite of his dinner in the rear-view mirror. “Still stealing,” he sulked.

“Risk I’m willing to take.” He didn’t know what he would say to her if he caught up to them. ‘Congratulations’ seemed a little too fake, ‘Remember me?’ a little too bitter.

“Grand theft auto here. I can’t believe I took financial advice from a thief!”

“Not a thief, I’m borrowing. Much like one does with a loan when they incur a debt. But I’m giving your collateral back when we catch up with that car!” Ash concentrated on darting between traffic, keeping the Dryve in sight, winding his way up the Strip, past the familiar glittering lights and lively casinos. “And, come on! It’s Vegas! Live a little!”

“View’s different back here.”

“That’s the spirit. Enjoy the ride, man.”

Gene gazed out the window. “Did you know that Dirty Harry’s has half priced drinks tonight?”

“Yeah, they do every year on Clint Eastwood’s birthday,” Ash answered idly, focused on getting closer to the girls’ car, gaining some distance as it started to slow down.

“Hmm….” Gene peered at him. “You’ve been doing this a long time, haven’t you kid?”

“Stealing cabs?”

“Hustling on the Strip.”

“About ten years.”

“You ever think about doing something else?”

Ash thought to the manuscript saved on his laptop, forty thousand words, a treatise on hustling tourists and taking risks in the world capital of risky decisions, only partially completed before he lost his motivation, right around the time he realized he lost Mandy for good. He thought about his book and how maybe he could write from anywhere, even from the ritzy East Coast city where doctors and lawyers met and drank expensive whisky with their expensive degrees on the wall. 

He swallowed. Gene was still looking intently at him, eyes peering into him like he read minds. “Sometimes,” Ash responded with a shrug. “But right now, I’m just thinking about catching up to that Dryve.”

“Just don’t crash my cab. I don’t need anymore debt!”

“You got it.”

Finally, after running two red lights, a nerve-wracking close call with a drunk tourist, and inventive insults from the backseat that Gene should definitely trademark, the Dryve pulled up to a stop; he could see the Girl Scouts jump out and file into their hotel.

He screeched to a stop in front of the building, wincing as the valet dove out of the way. “Ok, take your cab, Gene. Here’s my stop.”

He slammed out of the cab but the “Hey, Ash?” from behind him made him turn.

“Yeah?”

“Good luck with your girl.” He had to smile. Of course Gene knew who they were chasing. Ash had always been obvious.

“Thanks, man. Thanks for everything.”

With that, he raced into the lobby of the hotel, the same hotel where he had accidentally rescued them from the gunman, the same hotel with the forest penthouse and shitty security that seemed to allow Norwegian murderers open access to guest rooms. He shook his head. Focus. No time for a walk down a truly trippy memory lane now; he had to find them. Where could they be?

Luckily, raised voices at the bar to his right were a clear signal. A loud commotion, raised voices, and breaking glass? Bingo.

He skidded into the bar and froze. And blinked. And blinked again. “Ummm....”

“Oh! Hi, Ash.” Aisha gave him a quick wave and then returned to the task at hand, trying to corral an overwhelmed Courtney while bobbing and weaving to avoid the signature hand flap. “Courtney, come on!”

“But....” Ash grimaced as her hand collided with Aisha’s shoulder, the slap barely audible with the noise of the insanity in front of him. “But...”

Diana peeked around her friends, barely visible behind the giant thing in front of him. “Hey, Ash.”

“Hi, Diana. Umm...” He blinked again, wondering if he blinked enough times, the vision in front of him would fade. Did he hit his head? “Is that an ostrich?”

She scoffed at him. “It’s an emu!”

“Why the hell do you have an emu?”

Courtney was still flapping her hands, limbs vibrating as she stood; Diana edged away from her and muttered,  “.... because we’re staying in the rain forest suite again?”

“What. Do emus even live in the rain forest?” The emu looked unfazed. 

“Who cares, Ash!?! Do I look like I watch National Geographic?”

“Yes?” He took in her prim outfit, the severe look on her face, and the bottle of electrolyte water in her hand. He nodded definitively. “Yes. You look like your idea of a wild night is binging National Geographic in a bathrobe and fuzzy slippers while wearing a face mask and drinking a green juice.”

She wrinkled her nose. “That was so specific that it feels like you were spying on me last weekend.”

He rubbed his temples. “Ok, where the hell did you get an emu?”

Courtney had calmed enough to join the world of the semi-functional and jumped in, “Ash, it’s Vegas! You can get anything here!” She lovingly stroked the neck of the bird; it seemed like it enjoyed the attention. Then again, who knew? “They still haven’t supplied any cute animals, so we had to find our own!”

“You mean, you stole it from the zoo.” Ash whirled to see Mandy walking in, a severe man in zookeeper garb trailing behind her.

“Borrowed!” Courtney’s voice did the screech-thing again.

“Stole and hid it in the suite until it escaped because no one fed it!” Mandy put her hands on her hips.

“What?!?! I left it cocktail weenies and made it Bloody Marys from the mini fridge!”

“It eats seeds. Insects. Grass.” The zookeeper edged closer. “It can’t metabolize alcohol; since water is scarce in their natural habitats, they have a tendency to consume vast amounts of liquids so it has reserves when-”

The zookeeper trailed off as the emu made a few grunting noises and, in a stunning display, threw up partially digested hot dogs and red liquid onto the bar floor as the entire group lunged backwards. They all looked at each other in stunned silence.

“Of all the vomit I thought I would see, I really didn’t think it would be from that.” Diana blinked, looking down at the violent red stain on the floor. For once, Ash agreed with her completely. The emu squawked and looked around, nosing its beak towards the bowl of peanuts on the bar. 

“Did that emu just boot and rally?” Courtney sounded as shocked as Ash felt.

The zookeeper sighed. “They really are amazing animals with a fully developed system of-”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, enough with the zoology lesson.” Aisha glared. “Can you get this thing out of here?”

The zookeeper glared. “It’s not a thing. It’s the second largest bird on Earth with a wingspan of-”

“Ok.” Mandy patted his arm. “It’s amazing, but can you please remove it? I’m sure it wants to get back to the zoo.”

“Fine.”

Ash stepped out of the way, watching the zookeeper coo in some bird-language that made the emu duck its head and follow him out of the bar.

“Wow.” Courtney had stars in her eyes. “That creature is majestic.”

Mandy shrugged, catching Ash’s eye for the first time. He felt his heart stop. “Hi, Ash.” Hell, time stopped.

“And that’s our cue...” Courtney grabbed Diana’s arm, and he barely registered them brushing by, Aisha hot on their heels as they entered the bowels of the casino. The only thing he registered was Mandy’s gaze, pinning him in place with the weight of months of unspoken words and missed opportunities. 

She stepped closer and still he couldn’t move. “Earth to Ash.”

“Hey.” He looked behind him, taking in the open pair of barstools, past the pile of emu vomit on the ground, and set his shoulders. “Do you want to grab a drink? Not Bloody Mary’s?”

He could barely focus on anything else as they settled down at the bar and waited for their drinks. The dim lighting made her seem shadowy, gauzy, as if she were floating in and out of his daydreams; he had to shake his head and take a swig as soon as the beer was placed in front of him. It seemed like she was already so close to fading away, back into her normal life and out of his reach.

“I wondered if we would find you.”

Her voice brought him back to the present, and he shrugged a shoulder. “Vegas is a small place for a local. Also, the four of you cause so much trouble it was only a matter of time.”

“Courtney causes so much trouble.”

“And you’re right there with her.” The smile was impossible to stop. “I seem to remember you getting into trouble all on your own.”

“And I seem to remember you bailing me out a few times.”

“Don’t need to do that anymore.” He winced as the words came out far more bitter than he intended.

“Ash? Why are you…?” She put her hand on his arm and he inhaled sharply, as even that simple touch sent his mind spinning. He pulled away, needing a bit of distance, any distance, something to give him space from the memories of another bar, just like this, another time when he wondered if he would ever see her again. She sighed, watching him, dark eyes cautious and waiting, before she leaned in again to aver, “You know I missed you.”

He had to turn away so she wouldn’t catch his eye roll. “You stopped texting me but it’s ok, I get it.”

“I’ve been working on some things, Ash. I’m sorry but-”

“It’s fine.” He shrugged, lifting his glass. “It’s all transient. You know how it is.” 

“We had something real. You know we did.”

“Aren’t you getting married!?!”

“WHAT?” She stared at him. “To who? What?!?”

“To Reed? The doctor?” Ash shrugged, turning away from her to hide his face. “I saw you at the chapel. And it’s your Bachelorette Party. Congratulations.”

A hand on his cheek turned his face, so he could see Mandy gaping at him. “Reed? Wait, what? No, no, no. He’s here for the wedding, too. Courtney is getting married.”

“Wait, Courtney?” Any happiness he may have felt at the implication that Mandy might be fair game was supplanted by his shock. 

“Yeah. To Mario.”

Ash was so glad that he hadn’t taken another sip of beer because it would have ended up splattered on the marble of the bar. “The MAGICIAN?”

Mandy shrugged. “I think it’s good for her. She needs a bit of stability in her life.”

“I agree, but a magician named Mindblaster is the stability here?” Ash couldn’t stop the scoff.

“Ok. So it’s not a ton of stability.” Mandy smiled. “But they really are a great fit. And she’s happy.”

“Huh.”

She caught his eye. “And I’m not getting married.”

“I see…” It felt like the air had left his lungs. “So, are you saying you’re single?”

“I don’t know about single…” Ash felt his face fall as Mandy looked up at him, curiously. “There is this guy I like….”

He turned to face the bar, grabbing his beer. Of course.

A hand on his arm stopped the bottle halfway to his mouth. “You fool. You know my type. Japanese-American street performers?”

“Pretty niche, you know.” He had to smile ruefully, trying to keep the bitterness from his voice. “You remember you left him behind, right?”

She swallowed. “Ash… I’m moving to Vegas.”

“What?”

“My firm has a rotation program for high potential lawyers.” She looked at her hands. “I was selected and get to work with a top partner at a different branch across the country for nine-month trial period. If it goes well, I might have a permanent position.” Finally, she raised her head to meet his eyes. “It’s a big career opportunity. And I requested to come to Vegas.”

He carefully placed the bottle on the bar. “Are you serious?”

“Starts in two weeks. I want to be more than a tourist here. My career is so important to me, Courtney’s moving here, but I mean…I was hoping you…”

He cut her off with his lips. He just couldn’t stop himself from kissing her, pulling her close so the bar stool tilted and she was supported by his hands on her waist, her thighs against his, reacquainting himself with her lips and her tongue and the small of her back and the soft noise she made in the back of her throat and how her hands clutched his jacket as if she was afraid he would vanish.

Pulling back, he had to grin, eyes tracing over her face, the soft look in her eyes. He’s had some big wins in his life but this one takes the cake. 

“And here I was, thinking of moving out East.”

“Wait, what?” She was still so close to him and he watched the individual lashes surrounding those beautiful eyes flutter as she gazed at him.

He shrugged, feeling bashful. “I missed you.”

“Well, you’re lucky my type is extremely rare back home.”

“Your type....” He couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his face. “Tell me all about this street performer you like. Total hunk, right?”

“No one says that anymore.”

“Dashing hustler by day, fearless mafia fighter by night?” He smirked and leaned closer, drawn to the smile playing around her lips; it called to him, to his every cell, urging him closer.

“You legit peeled away as soon as we got shot at.”

“With an amazing sense of self-preservation?”

Finally, her grin broke into a wide smile, beaming across her face, and burned into his brain. “Oh my God, shut up and kiss me again.”

So he did. Nine months of this with a chance for more? That’s a gamble he’d take every time.

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Sunshower

[Menagerie]

It’s as busy as its ever been. The streets are bustling more than usual as vendors and civilians alike decorate the island with the symbol of the Belladonnas on flags. A celebration is gonna begin; one that will last indefinitely. If there’s one thing Menagerie is known for it is parties. This one is bound to be the biggest one since.....

Kali:Come on everyone, double time! Blake could come home any minute!

Ghira:Khali please don’t yell at anyone. They’re doing all of this of their own free will after all.

Kali:Well that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t put forth their best effort. *pouting* They need to have the same enthusiasm as Ilia.

As quickly as her name was uttered was as fast as she could be seen. Palm tree to palm tree she’s dashing at a speed that would make Ruby jealous. In her arms are wires of flags she’s precisely pinning with each tree jump.

Ilia:I’m running low on flags! Neptune, hook me up!!!

Neptune:*raises a box* A hundred flags right here!

Ilia*grabs it midair* Thank you!

Kali:Thank you for your help too a Neptune. It’s greatly appreciated.

Neptune:Pleasure is all mine. Not everyday a human gets to set foot in this place. I feel super... *looks around* fortunate.

Ghira:Young man I do hope you behave yourself. We’ve been informed of your.....reputation. It would be a shame if the faunus around here got worse opinions of humans.

Neptune:Yes sir. I wouldn’t be much of best friend if I ruined things around here; right Sun? *throws up a box*

Sun:Got that right! *catches box from a tree* thanks dude!

The young man might not have White Fang training but he’s a monkey faunus through and through. Jumping from the trees couldn’t be more natural; not one flag is out of place that he places.

Sun:*bouncing frantically* Woohoo! I should do this for a living!

Ilia:*keeping up* Geez can you be a little serious here? If any of your flags banners come undone I’m not fixing them.

Sun:Aw don’t be like that. I’d fix yours; then again it wouldn’t take as long.

Ilia:What’s that suppose mean?

Sun:Nothing, just that you’re moving incredibly slow.

Ilia:Slow!? Last time I checked you could barely keep up with me when we first met.

Sun:Pfft home field advantage. Now that I know this place I could lap you faster than you can change colors.

Ilia:That sounds like a challenge. First to pin a hundred more flags gets to greet Blake home first.

Sun:As long as the loser gets to stand there and watch.

Ilia:Oh you got yourself a deal!

Sun:Don’t be grumpy when she wants a kiss after a long year of saving the world!

Ilia:Like she would want to kiss you banana breath. Time to put your skills to the test.

Sun and Ilia:Neptune!!!!

Neptune:Yeah yeah...*tosses boxes up and watches them get whisked off* I swear those two.....

Ghira:My money is on Ilia.

Kali:Nah, Sun has this in the bag. If not then I’ll be less hard on the workers.

Ghira:Deal.....

Neptune:(These two aren’t much better. How did Blake end up calm with people like this her whole life?)

Both Faunus race at breakneck speed; not giving up an inch of progress. People who didn’t know any better would mistake the acrobatics for a routine instead of a romantic rivalry showdown.

Sun:45.....46.....47

Ilia:48......49......50

Neptune:*whistles* Look at them go. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Sun move that fast.

Ilia:75....76.....77

Sun:78....79.....80

Ilia:You look tired! Maybe you should give up?

Sun:I’m fine, you’re the one who should be-

Ilia:*sticks leg out* Ooops.....

Sun:*trips* Ilia!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ilia:Ha! All is fair in love in war. 93....94....95.....huh?

Three clones dart pass her with the remaining flags he had left. Before she could process what was happening the flags were wrapped across the trees in her sight. The clones then landed at the base of the final tree where Sun was.standing smugly.

Kali:Woo! Alright everybody double time!

Workers:*groaning*

Sun:Boom, a hundred done. Oooo want me to take two from you? I see you still have some left.

Ilia:Your semblance is annoying....

Sun:So is getting tripped, but all is fair in love and war right? *sticks tongue out*

Ilia:*rolls eyes* I may have deserved that.

Neptune:*throws his arms around them* Good job you two. Everything is basically done now and not a moment too soon. *points to the sea*

A giant ship is approaching with an all too familiar captain on board.

Khali:I bet you I know who’s on board.

Sun:To the docks! *runs off*

Ilia:Don’t run! There’s people everywhere. *chases after him*

Neptune:She says as she runs after him. *starts walking*

Ilia:Do you ever slow down.

Sun:Of course I do. Today I’m just extra pumped, don’t act you’re not.

Ilia:I’m not as excited as you are.

Sun:So what are your freckles pink?

Ilia:What!? *checks her arms* how long have I been like this!?

Sun:The whole time. You should really keep an eye on that.

Ilia:*changes back* Noted, you should also pay attention to where you’re going instead of looking at me.

Sun:I told you I know this place like the back of my- *pulled back by his tail* Hey that hur-

Ilia:You rather take a dip in the ocean?

Sun:*realizes he’s on the dock edge* Oh.....we’re here. That was fast.

Neptune:*few feet away* That’s what happens when you sprint!

Ilia:Oh you showed up too....

Neptune:Aw don’t be like that. I thought we were getting along. *smiles*

Ilia:Half the time. The other is still trying to tolerate you.

Neptune:What side would that be?

Ilia:*rainbow colored* Did you even have to ask?

Neptune:Fair point.

Sun:Both of you hush! She’s coming.

Ilia:You’ve gone this long without seeing her. A few more minutes won’t kill you.

Sun:You’re just saying that because you lost the challenge.

Ilia:*squints* whatever...like she’s actually gonna kiss you.

Sun:A guy can dream can’t he? Blake and I have something special and I’m sure she’s been- *Neptune turns his head to the boat*

The boat had gotten significantly closer during their brief chat. Blake was seen clear as day now waving at them from the ship, but she wasn’t alone. Bye her side was Yang, just Yang. No other members of the team in sight which could be easily dismissed as they’re on the other side. What couldn’t be dismissed however the two of them holding hands, fingers interlocked. They looked really happy as they waved. Sun didn’t realize that he zoned out and Ilia’s skin started turning gray.

Neptune:Guys?

...........

Neptune:Guys look alive.

Ilia:*color coming back* Huh? Oh...right. Sun are you oka-?

Sun:*makes a clone to toss him to the boat* Can I get a hand here kitty cat!?

Blake:*lassos his arm and pulls him up* Hey Sun! *hugs him*

Sun:Long time no see you two.

Yang:Well that’s what happens when you go off to save the world.

Sun:How’d that go for you?

Yang:There was challenges but we had each other so everything worked out. *snakes hand around Blake’s waist*

Sun:Heh, glad to hear it. *smiles*

Neptune:Poor guy....

Ilia:He seems to be taking it well.

Neptune:You’ve hung out for him how long now and you honestly believe that?

Ilia:*watching closely*......

His tail isn’t moving, but not in an idle way. It’s stiff like he’s tensing it. As she keeps watching he’s purposely not looking at Yang for long and keeps smiling. Not his normal goofy smile, it almost looks like his cheek bones look like they’re giving it all they got. It’s almost sad, frustrating in a way. Is that what he’s feeling?

Ilia:He’s not taking this well at all.

Neptune:Not one bit.

*boat docks*

Blake:Hey you two! *Jumps down and hugs them*

Ilia:Wow, when did you become a hugger?

Blake:How else am I supposed to show how much I mess you?

Ilia:(I could think of a few) Cash... I could always use that.

Yang:*chuckles* She reminds me of Ruby.

Ilia:*holds out hand* Hi I don’t think we’ve ever actually met. I’m Ilia, Blake’s friend.

Yang:*shakes her hand* I’m Yang, her girlfriend.

Ilia:Is that right? Well you got a good one, Blake is great. *smiles*

Yang:Don’t I know it?

Neptune:Where’s Weiss and the others?

Yang:Sorry lover boy. Everyone else finally went home. I’m only here because Blake wanted me to meet her parents. Hopefully I make a purrfect first impression.

Ilia:Please tell me she’s not actually going to say that in front of them?

Blake:*nervous* I really hope she doesn’t.

Neptune:Well they’re bar your home so need for an escort.

Blake:Cool, we can all walk and catch up.

Sun:Actually I still have a lot more preparations to take care of. This is where I tap out for now.

Blake:*frowns* Really things look done?

Sun:Nah it’s not even close hehe. Catch up with you later. *walks off*

Ilia:....

Blake:Sigh, I thought this would end up a bit weird. Maybe I should-

Neptune:Trust me he’s fine. Your mother literally gave him a list for three people because of his semblance. As a matter of fact, maybe you should help out Ilia.

Ilia:Huh?

Neptune:Yeah, you lost the race you two had. Wasn’t the promise to help with his work?

Ilia:Ummm it was. I...I was just hoping I’d weasel my way out of it.

Neptune:Dang, you stab him and you won’t even help with his work load.

Ilia:You weren’t even there for-hey! *getting guided away.

Neptune:*whispers* Aren’t you spy? Can’t you read what I’m trying to spell out? Go check in him.

Ilia:Why don’t do it? He’s your friend?

Neptune:Sun rarely gets mushy around me. Besides do you really want to spend time around Blake and Yang? It looked like any minute you were gonna change into every shade of red. I’m giving you an out.

Ilia:......fine. But don’t get used to me doing this. *walking off*

Neptune:Thank you, you’re beautiful!

Ilia:So is every girl you look at.....Thank you though.

Neptune:*Turns around* Alright you two, I want every detail about your adventure. Blake, I know you didn’t cut your hair for nothing; what happened? *chuckles*

Ilia:(He’s really good swaying people...)

She started walking in the opposite direction; thinking and following her target’s footprints. Neptune was right, she didn’t want to go with them at the moment. There was too much to process right now and it was starting to show as her skin did get a little red as if she was getting sunburnt. She felt burned alright but the heat had nothing to do with it. Sandy foot prints faded as they led through the market streets.

Ilia:Not gonna make this easy for me huh? Actually I’m glad, I need a good distraction right now. *climbs a tree* All right Sun, where the hell am I gonna find you?

#rwby #ghira belladonna #kali belladonna #blake belladonna #sun wukong #yang xiao long #neptune vasilias #ilia amitola #rwby sunshower #bumblb #bumbleby

[too-many-baes]

Insomniac

Pairing: fem!reader x Peter Maximoff

Warning(s): Insomnia, self doubt, angst, fluff

Word Count: 1.3K

Request: Hi dear, I loved your writing on Peter M and I’d like to request another one if you are okay! Peter and non-mutant!Reader are married and it’s after Dark Phoenix where the reader gets insomnia after the incident (Peter got injured and all) bc she thought she’d lost Peter and she thinks she is so useless bc she doesn’t have any power so couldn’t help him. Peter realizes she can’t sleep and he comforts her. He says she is the reason he can become strong. Angst then fluff please! Thank you so much! - by @evanpeters-petermaximoff

A/N: Woohoo, another request complete! Thank you so much lovely for the awesome request, it was such a good idea! I don’t super love the way it turned out but I hope you like it all the same! xx

Masterlist

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You sit on your worn couch trying to avert your eyes from the cell phone resting on the cushion beside you, but being able to think of nothing else. You bite the skin around your thumb as you sit in silence awaiting the only call that will allow you to relax. You’re like this every time Peter goes on his missions. You used to try to busy yourself with distractions but nothing you tried doing was ever done with any success, so you decided to embrace the worry and simply wait for your husband to call you and still your ragged lungs with a ‘how much did you miss me this time?’

The sudden light and vibration from your phone desists the gnawing of your tired skin as, quick as a flash, you snatch it from its dormant position. “Peter?” You always answered the phone with his name, never calming until his little snigger at your worry came through the speaker. This time the voice that came through was not your husband. Instead of smiling into the receiver your lips were set firm, your heart pounding in your ribcage. It was Scott.

“Y/N you need to get here, now. It’s Peter.”

It’s like having a reoccurring nightmare that plays behind your eyelids every night. The only difference is if it were a nightmare you’d at least have the comfort of sleep. Instead ever since that day you’ve been cursed to simply lie beside your husbands sleeping form replaying the worst day of your life over and over again. You take in a large breath through your nose and exhale, opening your eyes in the false hope that it will rid you of the images of Peter on a stretcher.

The room is pitch black, filled only by the sound of Peter’s steady breaths and the hand of your bedside clock making it’s slow turn around the axis. Every little tick a constant reminder of every minute and hour past without drifting off to sleep. Looking over it takes your eyes a minute to adjust, but when they do you read that the time is 2:15am.

As quietly as you can you pull back the covers and sneak out of bed. Not wanting to wake your sleeping beauty, you take soft slow footsteps until you’re out of the bedroom. The red digits from the oven which remind you once more that you should be asleep, provide enough light that you can pull a glass out of the cupboard and fill it with water. You finish your first glass instantly and refill it, leaning on the bench and simply staring at the dining room in front of you. Try as you might to keep your thoughts at bay, memories and worries once more fill your brain. You see Peter in the mansion, bruised and battered. You see cuts on his face and his crooked smile despite it all, and you remember how you’d cried and cried at his bedside, all but refusing to let go of his hand as you had cursed yourself for not being able to help.

The fact that Peter was a mutant and you were not had never been an obstacle in your relationship before. You had been young when you’d fallen in love with each other and not much older when you’d gotten married. Despite your family and friends worries that you were too young you knew in yourself that you were making the right decision. Sure it may have been crazy, but both of you were, that’s what made you perfect for each other. You loved that Peter was a mutant and you loved that it made him want to help others, joining the X-Men alongside other amazing mutants. Because of your marriage you were friends with more mutants than you were ‘regular’ people, and that had never bothered you. Until three weeks ago.

And so your mind gets stuck and that terrible day again, where you stood helpless beside Peter as he lay hurt and injured. If only you’d been there, maybe you could have helped. Certainly not the way you are now though, what could you possibly do without an ability? Nothing, you were useless, incapable.

As you take another sip from your glass you were surprised as a very sleepy Peter joins you in the dim kitchen.

“It’s late babe, what are you doing up?” You give a small smile at the bleary eyed boy before you offer a small shrug. “Couldn’t sleep”, you mumble. His eyes scan your face, taking in the dark circles encompassing your eyes and the way your hands are slightly shaking. You had been different ever since his accident, and Peter would bet that it had affected you far more than him. His scars were physical, yours mental, which take far longer to heal.

Peter slowly reaches over and removes the glass from your hand so that he can hold it in his and wordlessly lead you back into the dark bedroom. He pulls back the covers for you so that you can crawl in before he joins you on his side, clasping your hands together as you lay face to face.

“What’s wrong?” Peter whispers, your proximity making it unnecessary to do anything but. You open your mouth to tell him that everything’s fine, nothing’s wrong, but he anticipates this. “Don’t tell me nothing, I know you too well for that.” You can’t help but offer him a smile at his mind reading before you decide you may as well fess up and get it over with. Maybe you’ll feel better when you tell him?

“It’s about when you fought Jean”, you admit to a nodding Peter. He’d suspected as much. “When you got hurt I was helpless. I couldn’t do a single thing and I hate it, what if something worse had happened? If I can’t fight by your side what am I doing?” It all rushes out of you, some of your words blurring together as you tried to fight back tears. Peter reaches and swipes a stray one off of your cheek before resting it there.

“You really think you didn’t help me?” He implores, his voice soft yet probing. You shake your head against his hand. “Y/N, if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have the strength to go out and fight”, he speaks, his confession shocking you, “If I didn’t know I’d have your voice waiting for me at the end of the line when I’m done I couldn’t face it all.” You are honestly shocked by his words, Peter was brave, always has been. To know that you were the reason behind his bravery made your heart skip a beat. “Not to mention the endless chicken soup you brought me when I was recovering”, he says with a tap of his finger to your nose, you scrunching it in response.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls your smaller frame into his so your head and hands rest upon his chest. “When was the last time you slept love?” He questions into your hair. You don’t respond, not knowing the answer, which tells him more than he needs to know. “Close your eyes.” You obey his wishes immediately. “I’m here for you Y/N, always will be. So we’re going to stay like this until you sleep”, you open your mouth to argue before he intercepts once more, “I don’t care how long it takes.”

You lay in his arms for an hour still not being able to sleep, but eventually something amazing happens. With his hand stroking your hair and his low hum of a music-less tune against your head you drift off to sleep. You awake a few hours later still enclosed within his arms. It wasn’t much but it was a start. You thank your lucky stars that you had Peter in your life, feeling safe in the knowledge that you would always be at each other’s sides.

#peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff fanfiction #peter maximoff reader insert #peter parker one shot #peter maximoff fanfic #quicksilver x reader #quicksilver reader insert #quicksilver one shot #quicksilver fanfiction #quicksilver fanfic #x men #evan peters #writing #mine #too many baes

[theonewiththefanfics]

Loopy Love (one-shot)

Synopsis: Sebastian has finally come back home, but instead of finding his fiance waiting for him at the airport, he gets some bad news.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: nothing really, mby minor swearing

Genre: flooooffff

Word count: 2317

   Sebastian was ecstatic. He had just landed in JFK after three months of filming ‘I Tonya’, finally being able to go home, rest, but most of all, enjoy his time with his soon-to-be wife Y/N. A giant smile appeared on his face as he went towards the greeting area, thinking how she’d be there, probably in her pj’s, as it was two in the morning, a groggy look on her face, yet feet bouncing from excitement.    The slide doors opened to reveal a small group of fans and he gladly went over to them signing autographs and taking pictures. There were even a couple of paparazzi, but the flashing lights didn’t matter much to him at that moment.    “Have you guys seen Y/N?” he asked the gathered people, only to receive shakes of heads and some turns as they looked around the terminal.    Sebastian frowned since he had clearly talked to her only a few minutes before his flight took off, and even though he had told the woman to stay at the apartment, she insisted on coming to get him. He checked his phone, but there were no calls no texts.    “Maybe she’s in Starbucks?” one younger girl suggested.    His small smile broke into a grin and a laugh. That was how they had met, or more so re-connected. Sebastian had physically knocked her over, spilling piping hot coffee on a woman’s white blouse. But when he had started to profusely apologise, telling how he’d get it dry-cleaned and he would buy the stranger a new shirt, instead of the usual response you get from people in New York, there was no yelling. Soft palms cupped his unshaven cheeks bringing their eyes to meet.    “Holy shit, Y/N?” he had breathed out.    “I think it should be holy shit Sebastian Stan,” she had chuckled in response before he engulfed her in a giant bear hug.    “I’m sticky already, don’t need your sweat on me,” Y/N laughed at him and their state as her grip around the man’s shoulders tightened, not caring about his dirty workout clothes pressing against her.    When they pulled back, all thoughts about the ruined blouse or the fact she was going to be late to a meeting had escaped her mind, every fibre focusing on the man in front. “I think we need to catch up, Hollywood.”    “Yeah,” he gave her a breathless response, as his blue eyes roamed over the woman who had been his best friend in high school and also he'd had the biggest crush on her for years, “fuck, yeah we do.”

   And then things sorta happened from there. He had very nervously asked her out, having woken her up in the middle of the night, barging in her apartment to which she had given him a spare key and practically shouting the question at her, scaring the woman to death. After a few minutes when Y/N had felt her heart was not going in cardiac arrest she punched Sebastian with one of the plush pillows that surrounded the bed, until they both fell back, white sheets engulfing the pair and laughter echoing through the room. His large arms had wrapped around the girl’s smaller frame, one palm setting on her bare waist, where her t-shirt had ridden up and he drew slow circles against the skin. They had fallen asleep like that, entangled in one another’s limbs and as the morning sun broke over the New York City skyline, Sebastian had leant in pressing a kiss to Y/N’s nose right before she turned her head up and connected their lips.    “I didn’t know you were awake,” he mumbled, not at all complaining about the surprise.    “It’s kinda hard to sleep when people are ogling at you.”    “I wasn’t ogling, I was admiring.”    “Whatever helps you sleep at night,” she pecked his lips once more, and muttered a quiet ‘creep’.    That had been the happiest day of the actor’s life. Up until he had proposed and she’d said yes. And it didn’t hurt that the fans absolutely adored her and them together. Of course, there were exceptions, but luckily they were few and far in-between, so he knew, that if Y/N was truly at the airport, she’d have had conversations with practically everybody.    “ ‘M sorry guys, but I have to go,” he said going to his calls and pressing Y/N’s number, but when he got no response, it made him increasingly worried.    He looked further through his contacts and found Anna’s number- Y/N’s editor and best friend. There was no way she didn’t know what had happened to his girl, they were practically attached to the hip during the final edits of Y/N’s upcoming sequel to her best-selling novel.    “Hey Seb,” she answered after the third ring. “What’s up?” a certain tone laced her words and the man wasn’t sure he liked it.    “Hi, yeah, where is Y/N? Is she okay? She said she’d be here to pick m-“ but his words were interrupted by a loud ‘woohoo’ and Anna shushing whoever it was.    “Was that Y/N?” he questioned further, hailing a cab and giving the man his home address.    “Uh, yeah, listen, so here’s the deal,” Anna spoke before moving away from the phone. ‘Y/N shut up, it’s the middle of the night’ was heard and then she returned to the call. “We are kinda sorta at the hospital.”    Sebastian’s blood instantly ran cold, his heart skipping a beat. “What? Why? What happened? Which hospital?”    “St. Mary’s. She’s fine, as you can hear,” and he did, as another loud ‘woo’ went through the phone. “Y/N started feeling very ill a few hours before your flight landed, so against her wishes I called an ambulance. Seriously stop it,” Anna said to what he could only imagine was Y/N misbehaving. “Her appendix burst. They did the operation, she’s fine, recovering, but I don’t know what they pumped into her, it’s like she’s on crack.”    Sebastian’s mind somewhat calmed down after hearing that everything was if not okay, then decent. “I’ll quickly put away the luggage and will be there in a few.”    “Yes, please,” Anna’s voice was almost desperate. He said goodbye with a chuckle and disconnected the call.    It took him less than an hour and a half to get home, quickly change and throw his stuff in the corner of the living room. In ten minutes Sebastian was stepping out of a cab and walking into St. Mary’s.    “Hi, I’m looking for a Y/N Y/L/N? She was admitted a few hours ago, burst appendix.”    The nurse looked through some stuff on the computer, before glancing back up at the man.    “Your relation to her?”    “Fiance.”    She hummed before clicking a few buttons.    “Room 482.”    “Thank you,” Sebastian quickly flashed her a smile and went on the search. A notification popped up on his phone that said ‘Y/IG/N’ was going live.    “Oh, no,” he mumbled pressing the screen to open it up.    The first thing he heard was a loud ‘I looooooove my boyfriend’. From the angle, the video was being taken he knew Anna was filming and you could clearly hear the other woman giggling.    “Really?” she asked Y/N. “And what do you love about him?”    “Everything,” the tone of her voice was as if she was saying ‘did you really just let that come out of your mouth’. “He’s perfect!” she threw her arms in the air and immediately cried out in pain. Sebastian cringed. He hated seeing the love of his life in any kind of discomfort. Whenever her periods rolled around cramps making the woman sometimes feel even nauseous, he did everything in his power to alleviate the hurt. Hot water bottles, rubbing her lower back and tummy, anything to help her feel better.    “Stop flailing around,” Anna scolded her and Y/N pouted in response.    “I love his eyes,” she suddenly continued as if nothing had happened. “Like, when I wake up and he wakes up it’s the first thing I see and I love it. I hope our kids have his eyes,” the loopy girl rambled on, making the man’s heart soar. They had talked about kids, but her voice was so confident so sure, he could feel nothing but love.    “I looooove his smile,” Y/N even groaned as she said it. “Don’t matter- half smile, smirk, or that big huge grin of his- he’s happy, I love it. Oh, and when his eyes wrinkle in the corners, it’s just the best.”    People had noticed the man in question had joined in on the live stream itself and they were chatting, sending messages, laughing emojis at him and Y/N. All the comments seemed to be incredibly positive and Sebastian smiled at it.    Anna had tagged him in a message making him snort. ‘please tell me you ain’t far’ it read.     ‘looking for the room. be there in 5’ he quickly typed back and stepped into the elevator.    “Hey, pretty nurse!” Y/N called out making his jaw drop at how she was basically cat-calling this poor woman. “Do you think this bed is big enough for two? My boyfriend is gonna be home and I wanna sleep next to him.”    Luckily the med staff seemed to be more amused rather than annoyed by her antics and actually played along.    “Miss Y/L/N, you need rest. He is welcome to visit and help to take care of you, but I don’t think that would be a good idea.”    There was a loud whine as she threw her head back, Y/E/C eyes closed and what looked like tears rolling down her cheeks.    “But I wanna hug him. I haven’t hugged or kissed him in three months. I need to go to the airport and pick him up. I need to cuddle Seb.” At this point Y/N was full on crying, clutching tightly onto a white pillow and pressing her face in it. “I miss him,” Sebastian now heard it not only from his phone but in life as well. He rounded a corner and there she was, laying in a hospital bed and bawling her eyes out.    “It’s okay baby,” he chuckled, tears brimming his own eyes after finally seeing his girl, “I’m home. You can hug me anytime you want.”    “Sebby?” there was disbelief written across her features, but then it morphed into excitement and she tried to leap out of the bed.    “God, damn it, Y/N! Stop being an idiot!” Anna pushed the woman’s shoulders back to the sheets, but she kept struggling, making grabby hands at her boyfriend.    “You scared me, doll,” he muttered in her skin, the man’s nose hidden in the crook of her neck as he finally enveloped Y/N in his touch.    “ ‘M sorry baby. I told Anna I was fine to come and get you but she was an asshole.”    Her body shook with cries and he held onto her tighter until everything subsided, until suddenly Y/N, with a blank expression on her face, pushed him away and looked Sebastian over.    “You have a moustache,” she declared.    “Uh, yeah?” it came out more like a question than a statement. "You already knew that."    Y/N softly went to brush it over before her small palm completely covered his face pressing against it to create as much distance as possible.    “I don’t like it.”    “What?” the word was muffled by her covering his mouth.    “Lose the stash, Stan. Immediately”    Out of all the things that would come out of Y/N’s mouth this was the last he expected.    “Is it that bad?” he suppressed a smile seeing how her face turned into a frown. Her hand went to caress his cheek, the engagement ring glinting in the artificial lights.    “I want the scruff. Or a beard. Not the pedo-stache. Looks weird.” Suddenly she looked at Anna, who was still filming the whole thing. “I take it back, I don’t love everything about him, I hate that caterpillar above his lip.”    The phone he had clutched in his hands flooded with notifications, as the fans laughed their assess off and Sebastian himself couldn’t contain the joy.    “Whatever you want, darling. ‘M just glad you’re alright.”    Y/N removed her palm from his face. “Whatever I want?” an eyebrow shot up.    “Yes, honey. Anything.”    In a theatrical manner, she extended a finger. “One- you’re gonna stay here,” the girl showed her tongue to the nurse who could only roll her eyes, “two- I want fries. Now.”    “Tomorrow, baby. You know you can’t eat anything.”    “But I want them!” she whined pulling away from Sebastian and crossing her arms. “I hate you,” she pouted.    The actor sighed looking up at the white ceiling before glancing at Anna and the phone she was still holding.    “Why don’t you go home? Get some rest, I’ll call you when she’s back to normal.”    Y/N’s best friend snorted, but nodded, ending the Instagram live which had already gone viral and exiting the room, leaving Sebastian with his fiancée who was acting like a toddler. He talked to the nurse for a little while, getting all the info he needed in how to take care of the girl and her dietary restrictions for the next two weeks before they were left all alone.    “You really hate me?” there was nothing sad or hurtful in the way he said it, amusement glinting in his cerulean orbs while they took in Y/N. There were dark bags underneath her eyes and her skin had gotten paler than it usually was, having lost the colour from the pain, but to him, she was still beautiful.    “No,” she mumbled, extending her arms out. “I wanna snuggle.”    And Sebastian complied without a word, gently laying down on his side, arms sliding to the back of Y/N’s neck and tenderly pulling her to him.    “Sleep, baby. You need to rest.”    “Promise there’ll be fries when I wake up?”    “Promise.”

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A/N: just wanted to write something cute :D also, first Seb fic, so yayyy!!

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[hpfangirl13]

Shipping Questions Challenge

I saw some other people answering these questions so I figured I would. This is basically everything ever about my shipping history.

Talk about the first ship you ever had.

My first ship was Bellamort. I was 11 and was in the process of reading Harry Potter for the first time. Something about them both intrigued me and despite Voldemort supposedly not being able to love, I always felt like he had a soft spot for Bellatrix. After Cursed Child, turns out I was right. ;)

Talk about three of the most important ships throughout your life.

Bellamort is definitely one of them because they were my first ship, not to mention the first fanfic I ever read was about them. Jamko is probably the biggest one because ever since I saw them for the first time, I have been obsessed with them. They made me feel like no other ship ever did. The night they became canon was the best night of my life, hands down. Joe and Mika from Morning Joe are probably my third because they gave me the same effect Jamko did. I was obsessed with them the moment I saw them. Something about the way they interacted on screen made me love them. Now they’re married so woohoo!

What’s your current OTP?

Thomas Magnum and Juliet Higgins from the new Magnum P.I. They are my latest obsession and I love their will they/won’t they relationship. “Day of the Viper”, the newest episode, was huge for their relationship development. They’re completely adorable.

What’s your current NOTP?

Erin and Anthony from Blue Bloods. I love them both individually and working together as a team but I can’t stand that people are shipping them romantically. He’s more like an uncle to her, he’s just WAYYY too old for her.

Do you have any poly ships?

No. I’m not into that stuff.

How do you feel about love triangles?

Not into these either. They’re pointless and we usually already know who’s going to end up with who anyway.

How do you feel about RPF?

I ship a lot of real people and celebrities. I think it’s fine as long as people don’t get creepy about it.

Have you ever shipped yourself with a character?

Nope.

Do you have many ships that never got together at all?

The only one I can think of off the top of my head would be Captain America and Black Widow. They vibed all through Winter Soldier, but Marvel had to kill their potential relationship so that she and Hulk could be a thing. I’m still holding on to hope for them in Endgame though. I also have a lot of ships that are currently in the will they/won’t they phase.

Do you ship any characters that have never met?

No. I can’t ship people who I haven’t seen together.

Talk about your favorite first kiss.

Jamko’s first kiss back in season 4 of Blue Bloods. It was a little awkward but my 13-year-old self was losing her shit. I also had to wait a week after that episode aired to watch the episode. The struggle of having a flip phone and being on vacation was real.

Have you ever been disappointed when your ship finally got together?

YES. Jamko has been a complete mess all season 9.  I’m not sure what the writers are trying to do with them, but they’ve completely killed their chemistry. I thought this season was going to be iconic, but it’s honestly been such a letdown. I wanted them together, but not with this sappy writing.

Has a ship ever broken your heart?

Jamko is kinda breaking my heart because they’ve been so out of character.

How do you feel about will they/won’t they?

It’s the best kind of ship tbh. There’s nothing better than the week to week anticipation of wondering if that week will be the week they finally happen or make progress. I love a good slow burn. You can’t say you’ve truly shipped something unless you’ve shed tears and felt pain because of the frustration of waiting.

Have you ever “shipped at first sight”?

Definitely. When you know you know. I fell in love with Jamko the minute I saw them.

Talk about a ship you initially disliked.

Initially, I hated Reylo. When Force Awakens came out I was 100% a Finn/Rey shipper. I thought her and Kylo were gross. But that all changed in The Last Jedi. Their “force Skyping” converted me. I love a good AU Reylo fic.

Talk about a pairing you’ve stopped shipping romantically.

I guess I would have to say Finn/Rey. He’s with Rose now, and as dumb as that ship is, I honestly think Rey and Kylo have more of a connection now. I also used to be really into Weller/Jane from Blindspot, but that pairing and show are shitty now.

Talk about a moment which made you question an entire ship.

This season when Jamie and Eddie were playing mini golf and Jamie revealed that he had proposed there, I was baffled. I simply don’t want to believe that he proposed to her there right after she saved him from being shot. Seriously, who thought that was a good idea?

Have you ever shipped something despite yourself?

There are a few ships that I kind of don’t advertise that I’m in to. Joe and Mika and Bellamort would be a few examples.

Talk about a ship you feel alone in shipping.

I feel like I’m the only person who ships Joe and Mika. I feel like everyone hates their politics and judges them because of what they talk about on their show. Also, they’re like 50-year-old news anchors and most of my friends think I’m pretty weird for liking them anyway. There’s probably someone out there who likes them as much as I do, I just haven’t found them yet.

Is there a ship you just don’t get, but have nothing against?

I guess Samar and Aram from Blacklist. They’re ok I guess, but I don’t really ship them. I don’t have anything against them though.

Which of your ships have the best chemistry?

Currently? Higgins and Magnum no question. But Ellick, Slibbs, and WonderBat are some of my other favorite matches in terms of overall chemistry.

Which of your ships deserve better writing?

JAMKO JAMKO JAMKO JAMKO JAMKO

Do you mostly ship canon pairings?

Many of the ships I have have become canon since I started shipping them. I find myself beginning to ship people, and then they get together down the road. There’s honestly nothing that I ship that I believe has no chance of getting together.

Have you ever shipped a pairing before you even started watching the show/movie simply because of gifs and graphics or similar?

Yes. This is what prompted me to start watching the new Magnum P.I.

Have you noticed a pattern in your shipping? Is there a romantic dynamic you’re more drawn to?

Yes. I love pairings where both people are very strong and independent, but unstoppable together. I pretty much exclusively watch crime dramas, so I especially love police and military couples. If they have obvious sexual tension, I’ll probably be drawn to them.

Is there a ship you’ve shipped for most of your life?

I guess my longest ship would be Bellamort, which I started shipping when I was 11. I’m 18 now, but 7 years is a pretty good amount of time. I’ve also shipped Jamko for 6 years now.

Does shipping come easily to you?

It’s like breathing.

Do you need to ship something to really enjoy a movie/book/tv show/comic?

This depends. In some cases, yes. But I love The Blacklist and I haven’t really shipped anyone on that show.

Name a couple of fandoms in which you have no ships.

I think Blacklist is kind of it… although I may be putting my Keenler hat back on soon.

Talk about one of your favorite headcanons for a ship you love.

The “sharing a bed in a hotel” headcanon is an all-time favorite of mine.

Name your favorite fan artist(s).

To be honest, I don’t really know any fan artists by name.

Share your favorite fanmix for your OTP.

For Jamko, the entire “The Block” album by New Kids on the Block. It’s not exactly a fanmix, but it’s a perfect album for them. I have made my own playlist for Magnum/Higgins recently:

“Juliet”- LMNT, “We Went as Far as We Felt Like Going”- Pussycat Dolls, “Big Time”- Big Time Rush, “7 rings”- Ariana Grande, “CRZY”- Kehlani

Do you create fanmixes/gif sets/fanart/fic/fanvids and so on for your ships?

Sadly no. I don’t have the talent or time.

Do you have a favorite trope and/or AU for your OTP?

Not really. I have to be in a certain mood to read AU fics anyway.

Do you like and use ship names?

I love them and use them frequently, as illustrated by this post.

Is there a fictional relationship you’d really want for yourself?

I live vicariously through Eddie Janko. In middle school, I literally tried to act and dress like her. So that should tell you whose relationship I wish I could be in.

If you could change one thing about your OTP, what would that be?

How Jamko has been written this season. Go back to season 9 episode 1 and start over.

#erica talks #shipping #otp #jamko #bluebloods #questions #higgins and magnum are cute af #magnum x higgins #theblacklist #bellamort #first ship #ncis #ellick #slibbs #wonderbat #dc #marvel #captain widow #keenler #Magnum pi 2018

[kanasmusings]

Here’s Track 10 of Idol Festival! I posted it on Soundcloud because the file size was too big for tumblr lol.

Translations under the cut. Enjoy~

Other tracks: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] Masterpost: Here ^^

Notes before you read:

There’s a math question here and y’all, I tried to solve it for real and I’m not sure why I’m not getting the same answer lol. I’m an English major, damn it XD I haven’t done math in months. So, if you please manage to solve it, please tell me  (*´▽`*)

EDIT: Thank you to @yaoilover-89 for actually doing the math solving to help clear up the question! XD

Track 10 - “Which Quiz Show”

[どっちのクイズショー]

  MAHIRU:      The last segment is: “OMG! Which Quiz Show!”

MAHIRU:      It’s a quiz variety segment to test the idols’ knowledge!

MAHIRU:      Your hosts will be me, Shirota Mahiru and~

KURO:           Kuro.

MAHIRU:      We’ll be delivering it to you!

MAHIRU:      Let’s introduce our teams without further ado!

MAHIRU:      The first team is: Misono and Snow Lily Team!

MISONO:      I’ll be taking over this one. Any result aside from victory is not accepted!

LILY:             I’ll show you my healing powers as a reliable big brother idol~

LILY:            Now then, I shall strip—

MISONO:      Don’t strip!!

KURO:           Even if he does it’ll only be censored with mosaics.

MAHIRU:      The second team is: Tetsu and Hugh!

HUGH:           We’ll be aiming for victory with our perfect teamwork!

HUGH:           Let’s do our best, Tetsu~

TETSU:         Leave the muscle work to me.

MAHIRU:      There’s not really any muscle work, though…

KURO:           The third team is Licht and Lawless’ team.

HYDE:           Now, behold~!

LICHT:          (talks over Hyde) Behold the power of an angel!

HYDE:           Didn’t we agree that I’d greet first?! Why’d you go ahead and say something?

LICHT:          Shut up.

LICHT:          Hey, Staff! Cut off this shit rat’s mic!

HYDE:           What the--?! Ah, geez! Your angel wings keep on hitting me. It’s cramped so fold them!

KURO:           That’s all three teams~

BELKIA:       Wait, wait, WAIT!!

BELKIA:       Why are you purposely forgetting to introduce us, you bastard?!

TSUBAKI:    There, there, Bel~ You know how it goes~ Save the best for last!

TSUBAKI:    I, the president of the Tsubaki Company, am this segment’s main character!

BELKIA:       (in a fangirly voice) KYAH~!! TSUBAKYUN’S SO COOL!!!!

BELKIA:       It’s obvious that the winners will be Tsubakyun and I!

BELKIA:       Too bad for you~!

MISONO:      Hey, Shirota. What does the winner get?

MISONO:      You haven’t told us yet.

MAHIRU:      Ah, I’ll explain it right now.

MAHIRU:      The winning team gets this prize:

(drum rolls)

MAHIRU:      A 3-day, 2-night hot springs trip for two!

HYDE:           Woohoo! A Japanese hot spring~

LILY:            Oh, how wonderful! It’s relaxing and good for the skin!

LICHT:          Will we get to bathe with Mr. Monkey?!1

MAHIRU:      Sorry about that. Tetsu’s an heir to a hot springs inn so maybe you’d have liked a different prize.

TETSU:         I don’t mind. I love hot springs.

HUGH:           Going to a different hot spring may prove to be educational~

TETSU:         You mean like spying on the enemy?

TETSU:         I see. Hugh always says wonderful things.

TSUBAKI:    Hey, are you guys blind? Isn’t it obvious who among us here is best suited for hot springs~

TSUBAKI:    Come on, LOOK AT ME~ It looks like I can go anytime~

KURO:           But aren’t you always wearing traditional clothes?

BELKIA:       By pair, huh? Maybe I’ll go ask Sakuya or Shamrock to go with me.

TSUBAKI:     Wait, Bel~! You don’t want to go with me?!

  ***

  MAHIRU:      Do your best and aim for the prize, everyone!

MAHIRU:      Now then, here’s the first category!

(game show music)

MAHIRU:      “Simple is best! Fast Hands Quiz!”

MAHIRU:      The rules are simple.

MAHIRU:      Whoever can push the button and answer correctly first gets one point.

KURO:           By the way, the questions are taken from middle school level subjects so it’ll be embarrassing if you get it wrong.

  ***

  MAHIRU:      First question!

MAHIRU:      It’s a math question!

MAHIRU:      “Takashi-kun--”

HUGH:           Who’s Takashi-kun?!

TETSU:         He’s not here, is he?

MAHIRU:      That’s what bothers you?!

MAHIRU:      Then… I’ll change his name to someone we know.

MAHIRU:      Then, um… “Kuro went shopping with 3000 yen.”

KURO:           Eh? I won’t do that, though.

MAHIRU:      At least pretend to!

MAHIRU:      “He got to the produce section to buy fruits and if one apple is 240 yen and one orange is 160 yen—”

HYDE:           EH?! Isn’t that too expensive? The produce section where I work part-time is much cheaper.

LICHT:          WHAT?! Selling such expensive produce like that… Is it the devil’s grocer?!

MAHIRU:      I’m begging you… Let me read it all first!

MAHIRU:      “If he bought a total of 12 things, and his change was 760 yen, how many apples did Kuro buy?”

(buzzer sounds)

TSUBAKI:    He bought one box and paid it using a credit card.

(buzzer sounds)

BELKIA:       He threatened the seller to give it to him for free!

MAHIRU:      What happened to the 3000 yen he brought?!

(buzzer sounds)

KURO:           He used it to buy a video game so it’s gone.

MAHIRU:      Don’t buy one so casually!

(buzzer sounds)

MISONO:      Hmph. It’s simple simultaneous equations.

MISONO:      The answer is four!

MAHIRU:      Correct!

MAHIRU:      Misono and Lily get 20 points!

LILY:            As expected of you, Misono~

MISONO:      Of course.

KURO:           Woah. Bastard-chan’s brilliant for once.

KURO:           Since he’s not really useful when fighting.

MISONO:      Hey, cat! I can hear you!

MAHIRU:      Qustion two!

MAHIRU:      It’s a science question.

MAHIRU:      “If you put litmus paper into an alkali based substance, what color will it turn to?”

(buzzer sounds)

LICHT:          The color of an oasis’s water as a gift from Heaven.

MAHIRU:      What color is that exactly?!

(buzzer sounds)

HYDE:           It’s my favourite lucky color~

MAHIRU:      I wasn’t asking that!

(buzzer sounds and breaks)

TETSU:         Ah, sorry.

TETSU:         The button broke after I pushed it.

LILY:            His power’s no joke as usual~

MAHIRU:      Then just raise your hand!

TETSU:         It’s blue, right? We learned that in class a few days ago.

HUGH:           Great job, Tetsu!

TETSU:         Yeah.

HYDE:           Class? Do they still do litmus paper experiments in college?

TETSU:         Hm? I’m in second year middle school, though.

KURO:           Like I said, the questions are middle school level.

BELKIA:       Outward appearances are really misleading!

TSUBAKI:    Is that much physical development okay?

TSUBAKI:    Ah, but Shirota Mahiru and Ahoge’s heights are still like that even though they’re older. Is that the end of your growth spurt?

MAHI/MISO: That’s none of your business!

  ***

  KURO:           It’s a history question~

MAHIRU:      “Who was the one who started the Kamakura Shogunate?”2

(buzzer sounds)

LICHT:          Is it… me…?

MAHIRU:      OBVIOUSLY NOT!!

(buzzer sounds)

TSUBAKI:    It’s me!

MAHIRU:      THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE!

(buzzer sounds)

BELKIA:       Then, it’s gotta be me!

  ***

  MAHIRU:      (sighs) A lot has happened but…

MAHIRU:      The last question is: “All or Nothing! Let’s Jump To It!”

MAHIRU:      Currently, Misono and Lily are on the lead with 280 points.

MAHIRU:      Tetsu and Hugh have 250 points.

MAHIRU:      Licht and Lawless have 190 points.

MAHIRU:      In last place is Tsubaki and Belkia with an unbelievable 0 points!

HUGH:           Not getting one question right is… amazing on its own, I guess…

TSUBAKI:    Give us easier questions to answer~

BELKIA:       Exactly! Something like a revolving sushi-related question.

MAHIRU:      As if there’s something like that!

(game show sounds)

KURO:           Here’s some good news for the last placer.

KURO:           A bonus event’s starting~

KURO:           If you get it right, we’ll give you an additional 250 points.

MAHIRU:      I had a feeling this would happen…!

KURO:           But, if you get it wrong, you get minus 100 points.

MISONO:      We didn’t hear about that!

KURO:           The show’s staff just decided it.

MISONO:      Don’t mess with me! Then what was the point of all the other questions?!

LILY:             There, there, Misono. It seems like this is unavoidable.

TSUBAKI:    You say some great things sometimes, Sleepy Ash of Sloth!

KURO:           That wasn’t me.

KURO:           It was the staff.

BELKIA:       This means that if the others get it wrong and we get it right, we’ll be killing them all in one swoop, right, Tsubakyun~

TSUBAKI:    AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!! (coughs)

TSUBAKI:    (coughing) We’ll take you on…

MAHIRU:      Here’s a question for Misono and Lily.

MAHIRU:      “In Physics, glass can be a liquid.”

MAHIRU:      Is it true or false?

(clock ticking)

MISONO:      There’s no way that a hard thing like that is liquid.

MISONO:      The answer is false!

LILY:             But, there’s such a thing as “molten glass”.

MAHIRU:      I’m curious about why Mahiru-kun mentioned Physics, too.

MISONO:      Don’t confuse me.

(whistle blows)

MISONO:      It’s definitely false!

LILY:            Yes. If Misono says so then I agree, too!

MAHIRU:      Then, please go to the door you think is the answer.

KURO:           Though there’s no such thing as a “correct” door.

KURO:           If you get it wrong, you’ll fall into a pool of ice cold water.

(Misono running and panting)

LILY:             Are you alright, Misono?

TETSU:         He runs slow as always.

TETSU:         That Shrimp.

HUGH:           All of Love is matching his pace by simply walking.

MISONO:      You’re all annoying!

MISONO:      I can hear you!

(tries to open door)

MISONO:      What’s with this door? It won’t open.

LILY:            I’ll do it, Misono.

LILY:            Ready and…

(door breaks and they fall down)

(splash)

MISONO:      AHH!!

MAHIRU:      Too bad! The answer is “true”!

MAHIRU:      In Physics, glass can be considered liquid if melted under high temperatures!

KURO:           They fall down to third place after getting minus 100 points.

MAHIRU:      The next question is for Tetsu and Hugh!

MAHIRU:      “The voice you hear over the phone is not the real person’s voice.”

MAHIRU:      Is it true or false?

(clock ticking)

TETSU:         If it’s not their voice then whose voice is it?

HUGH:           Does that mean you’re technically talking to a voice without an owner?

HUGH:           That’s just like a horror movie!

(whistle blows)

HUGH:           Hm… The answer is false!

TETSU:         Alright, let’s go. Grab on, Hugh.

HUGH:           Yes. Onwards!

(running and breaking door)

TETSU:         Ah.

(splashing)

MISONO:      You bastards, too?!

TETSU:         It was hot so this is perfect.

LILY:             Here’s a towel if you’d like.

TETSU:         Thanks.

HUGH:           To think that we’d get it wrong…

MAHIRU:      Too bad! The answer is “true”!

MAHIRU:      It’s not their real voice but a playback of voices similar to theirs through the sound waves.

KURO:           The first and second places have now fallen.

LICHT:          That hot springs trip is mine!

LICHT:          Hey! Say the question now.

MAHIRU:      Question three!

MAHIRU:      “A baby turtle’s gender can be determined by the temperature of the eggs.”

MAHIRU:      Is it true or false?

LICHT:          It’s true! (runs to the door as fast as he can)

HYDE:           Lichtan! The thinking time’s not over yet!

LICHT:          It’s true! (breaks down the door)

MAHIRU:      That’s correct!

HYDE:           It is?!

KURO:           You get 250 points.

LICHT:          That’s expected.

LICHT:          That’s because I’m an angel.

HYDE:           (crying tears of joy) Lichtan~ As expected from a genius, violent, Angel-chan~!

HYDE:           Hot springs~ Hot springs~

MAHIRU:      They now have a total of 440 points!

MAHIRU:      The current first placers are Licht and Lawless!

TSUBAKI:    EH?! That means even if we get it right, we still can’t win.

TSUBAKI:    That’s not too interesting for a broadcast, isn’t it?

TSUBAKI:    You have to make the next one worth 500 points.

BELKIA:       That’s right!

MAHIRU:      Something selfish like that can’t—

KURO:           We got an “okay” from the show’s staff.

MAHIRU:      They’re alright with that?!

KURO:           But, only if they get the super difficult question that the show’s AD3 prepared specially.

MAHIRU:      (flipping pages) Eh? What’s with this question?

KURO:           I said it was extremely difficult, didn’t I?

MAHIRU:      (clears throat) Um… “Among the dishes that I, Shirota Mahiru, prepared, Watanuki Sakuya’s favourite is the cookie. Is it true or false?”

(clock ticking)

BELKIA:       AS IF WE’D KNOW THAT!!

TSUBAKI:    Aren’t you being unfair with your questions for us?!

MAHIRU:      Even I don’t know if it’s true or false!

MAHIRU:      Since I made a lot of stuff for him aside from cookies.

(whistle blows)

BELKIA:       Every other question was true so maybe this one’s false, Tsubakyun?

TSUBAKI:    You’re too naïve, Belkia.

TSUBAKI:    That’s what they want us to think. It’s definitely “true”! (runs to the door)

BELKIA:       Eh?! Wait for me! I definitely don’t want to fall into—

(door breaks)

TSUBAKI:    AHHHH!!!!

(splash)

  ***

  MAHIRU:      Ah, so it wasn’t the cookie.

KURO:           Then, let’s hear the answer from the man himself.

MAHIRU:      Hm? The AD from a while ago was…

SAKUYA:     It was me, Mahiru.

MAHIRU:      S-Sakuya?!

MAHIRU:      Why are you wearing the staff’s uniform?

SAKUYA:     I got done with my job early so I thought of going home but,

SAKUYA:     I heard that you were hosting the next segment so I stayed.

KURO:           The candid camera was a success~

MAHIRU:      What are you gonna accomplish by doing that to me?

MAHIRU:      Oh, yeah, the last question…

SAKUYA:     Ah, that.

SAKUYA:     The answer is “everything”.

(victory fanfare)

MAHIRU:      Eh… Eh?

KURO:           The last segment’s finally over. My throat’s feeling so dry.

KURO:           Mahiru, soda.

MAHIRU:      It’s not over yet!

MAHIRU:      We have to hand out the prize and close the program, right?!

SAKUYA:     If it’s the prize, the winged guy just took it with him.

KURO:           And Lawless chased after that Angel.

MAHIRU:      EH?!

KURO:           And Bastard-chan and the others who fell in the water looked like they were dying from the cold so they were told to go have a warm shower.

MAHIRU:      When did they--?!

MAHIRU:      What will we do now?

SAKUYA:     Filming will be over after they get out of the shower so you should take a break, too, Mahiru.

SAKUYA:     The staff prepared some food backstage, too, so let’s go together.

MAHIRU:      Eh?! Is it really okay to end it like this?

KURO:           Really…

KURO:           I can’t deal with being an idol.

KURO:           Lazing about at home is the best.

  == END ==

  Translator’s Notes:

1 Licht is referring to the monkeys of Jigokudani Monkey Park. It’s a National Park located in the valley of the Yokoyu River which is famous for its large population of Japanese macaques that sometimes take a dip in the hot springs when it gets too cold in the mountains. [Source]

2 The Kamakura Shogunate was a feudal military government that was established by Minamoto no Yoritomo. [Source]

3 AD stands for “Assistant Director”.

#servamp translations #servamp #audio #drama cd

[thetradeway]

Session 37: 20 Mar 2021: “I WILL re-skunk, I’m warning you now.”

This is the third attempt to write out this entry on Tumblr; if it doesn’t go well I’ll try again tomorrow.

Mina still isn’t feeling well, but she’s finished the Final Fantasy 7 Remake, and is halfway through the original. Ed messages to say he’ll be a bit late. Mina is very disappointed not to have a dwarf to squabble with, but he might be out bottle-feeding baby lambs so we’ll forgive him.

Matthew is having secret conversations and gets told off for chortling into his phone. He mentions poems, and I immediately groan. Then someone mentions safe words for some reason and it’s all downhill from there.

Batman, it turns out, is a fascist. No, a fetishist, on account of the leather. A furry? He does dress up as a manimal...

So… Shall we play some D&D?

Joe tells us that Roll20 is bringing out a phone app, so we can edit our character sheets on our phones. It’s in beta at the moment. Woohoo! Sophie and Matthew have given Joe Dungeon of the Mad Monk, so he can send us all into dungeons now and get us killed. Yay!

Joe has been rolling things in the chat, and Sophie correctly identifies that a ‘success’ for him is not necessarily a success for us. Gulp.

Right - a flesh ripper, then…? We were to go into a sewer and give it what for. Tally ho, then.

Brother Charity wants a word with Shanks before we go in. He asks if she knows Mirt the Merciless, or Lord Walrus.

Shanks advises against referring to him as Lord Walrus. She knows of him, but isn’t personally acquainted.

Is he a shoot-the-messenger type person, Charity wants to know? Well, he would go out of his way to make life miserable for a person.

Okay, what about a literal messenger?

He operates mostly within the law. He won’t shoot you with a crossbow, but he will make you wish he had.

Charity asks (making sure we’re not in earshot) if Shanks can forge him a document. What manner of document? He asks for a public works order, something that would gain him entry somewhere under false pretences.

It’s not her area, but she probably knows a guy.

He wants to get into somewhere specific: The Silken Sylph. Possibly with a fake work permit, pest control or something. Daytime access for two or three people. Discretion is key.

She says they can sort payment once we return from dealing with the flesh ripper, if we return. We can make perception checks to eavesdrop if we’re feeling nosy; Tarragon doesn’t. She’s just glad of a brief respite from the overwhelming romantic attention.

Ahleqs and Melaina overhear bits of Charity’s conversation - a few key words like “Silken Sylph” and “forge me some papers” but they have no idea of context. Charity asks if Shanks can get the letter into Mirt’s hands. She says she’s not a messenger - he should try asking someone in the Dagger.

Any further questions before we head out? Melaina asks if there are any supplies we will need; Shanks says we won’t be travelling that far. We are told to tread carefully once we get into the old sewers. These are part of the old elven city that stood here before Waterdeep. When we get there the architecture should give it away. We’ll be away from the threats of the main sewer (rival guilds etc), but we’ll be in uncharted territory. There may be diseases, Shanks warns us. We should prepare some spells.

(Ed joins us - hooray!)

Gideon joins some spells to his spell heap, and he’s ready. Tarragon rearranges some spells and makes up some of her Herbalism recipes, and we head out. (Popcorn continues his stay at the Dagger.)

Marching order? Gideon goes first, he’s comfortable underground. There’s a squabble with Kessler, and then she’s at the front.

Carl and Charity are at the front, now. Tarragon is at the back, so Charity drops back to join her. (“Oh no…”) Carl stays at the front. Gideon goes next to Carl. Kessler is navigating, are we all happy with that? General murmuring, but no-one objects so Kessler takes the map.

We have to pick a pace to travel at. If we go slow we will get advantage on Perception to spot threats, and enemies get a penalty to spot us. Go fast and the bonuses reverse. We decide to go at a medium pace, saving our sneakiness until we get closer.

We set out to find the access point into the older sewer system. The smell and noise levels become worse as we move, and we get a minus 4 to our Perception checks.

We remember that Charity stinks of skunk still; the DM makes us make CON saves. We all find the smell revolting but everyone copes with it except, ironically, Tarragon. She pukes, and gets Disadvantage on checks and saves.

We follow Kessler and manage to avoid confrontations with the denizens of the new sewer. Melaina spots a glyph - meaning ‘Danger’. It marks the area as a no-go. We hear water rushing, up ahead.

We can repeat our saves; most of us fail them. Tarragon, who passed this time in spite of the disadvantage: “I will not apologise.”

Charity, hilariously, rolls a nat 1.

We descend the ladder; Charity throws up down it.

(Duncan can’t see; Joe forgot to light his mouse for him.)

Charity, while resting his head on his forearm against the wall, informs us between retches that he’s taking care of the Mirt situation.

The architecture is prettier here, but it smells really gross. The source of the watery noise is a sewage pipe emptying into the main channel in this part of the sewer. There doesn’t seem to be any way out of this bit we’ve found ourselves in; but we could cross the channel via a plank of wood that has been laid across it. Perhaps once we’ve rounded the corner we’ll see a way out.

Melaina rolls a 13 Acrobatics check and makes it across. Gideon gets a Guidance from Tarragon and gets a 14 total, making it safely. Having successfully performed this unexpected feat of dexterity, he goes to a corner and bends over, putting his hands on his knees and having a little breathe for himself while he waits for the rest of us.

Tarragon skips across with a 22. Ahleqs is making his check at Disadvantage because he’s still puking from the skunk-and-sewer stink. He rolls a 5, but uses a sorcery point to re-roll it (“It can’t be worse, can it, he said out loud?”). He gets a 6.  Well, that’s one better. He falls in the sewage, and rolls a 12 for his CON save, and uses another sorcery point to re-roll that, getting a 14. Not his day.

DM has some bad news; he has contracted (”Rona?”) Blinding Sickness. It will set in in an hour or so. Tarragon helps him out of the drink; Kessler casts Resistance on her in case she needs to make a save. Ahleqs makes a DEX check at advantage with her help, and like a slightly excretia-covered gazelle, he leaps up with a 20. He stands there dripping and crying for a moment, then throws up. Tarragon steps back.

Carl is up next. Can Charity give the Help action to assist? Ahleqs asks if he can use Mage Hand to give Carl a hand to hold to help him keep his balance; DM likes that so he allows it. Natural 20 for Carl, for a total of 19!

We’re all lined up on the other side, arms crossed, waiting for our favourite party member to have a go. Melaina wobbles the plank a bit with her toe. Charity Misty Steps across; we are all slightly disappointed.

There is a mound of filth and detritus in one corner in here; stuff we would rather not know what it is. Shanks retroactively tells us that there are pockets of gas down here that could be ignited, so we should think twice about slinging fire spells around. 

Ahleqs: “Oh, you guys have come down here with the wrong sorcerer.”

There is a pause; to fill it, Charity announces that now would be a good time for another poem. He takes a piece of parchment out of his pocket.

“Ahem. I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish. I'll be your fantasy. I'll be your hope, I'll be your love. Be everything that you need. I'll love you more with every breath. Truly, madly, deeply do. I will be strong, I will be faithful. 'Cause I'm counting on a new beginning, a reason for living. A deeper meaning, yeah. “I wanna stand with you on a mountain...”

Sophie puts a picture of Matthew on the group chat reading the poem; Goose is in the front of the shot, staring at the camera with a deep stank eye. Goose: “why do we let him stay?”

Artist’s impression:

The tiles on the floor are slick with some horrible stuff oozing from the mound. We have to make DEX checks to get past it. Melaina rolls a nat 1, but manages to keep her head out of the horrible stuff.

(Ahleqs finds “some matter” in his ear.)

We take turns making DEX checks to get past the stuff; almost all of us fail. Kessler fails badly and will start showing signs of Blinding Sickness in about four hours.

An Otyugh, disturbed by us idiots and Melaina crashing around in its sewer, rises out of the mound and attaches a tentacle to Ahleqs. It slams him into Brother Carl - they both make their CON saves and take half damage, remaining un-stunned. It makes a bite at Ahleqs and hits; he makes another CON save - which he passes. He is not poisoned or more diseased, but he takes some more damage. Roll initiative!

Kessler puts herself between the Otyugh and us, and orders it to put down the coward. She fires her crossbow and hits twice. “Put it down, you don’t know where it’s been, but we do.”

We hear a wordless, telepathic message in our heads that if we had to put it into words, says “HUNGRY!” There’s not much meat on Ahleqs; Kessler says it should eat the dwarf instead.

Ahleqs Misty Steps out of the grapple. “Oh, it’s horrible and it’s all slippery and I hated it!”

He contemplates going back to the Dagger. At least Mirt didn’t have tentacles - that we know about. Charity reminds him that Mirt was a rogue and could probably stab him to death in one stab.

Ahleqs, miserably: “Everyone can do that!”

Melaina makes a hide attempt with a 21, shoots with a 23 and hits. Her damage is a nat 1, but that still adds up to an 18 somehow. (Tarragon takes a minute to think about how she should be more terrified of Melaina.)

The Otyugh flails some tentacles but only hits Brother Carl once. It grapples him and drags him towards itself and makes a bite at him, doing a lot of damage.

Gideon Enfeebles it with a Ray of Enfeeblement, neutering the threat! He rolls a 21 to hit it; now it can only deal half damage with STR based attacks. “Ha HA!” It can make a save at the end of each of its turns. He remains in cover for the rest of his turn.

Brother Carl takes a turn; he uses his Gauntlets of Helm to do punchin’. He does 7 punchin’.

We all hear the telepathic voice again; it repeats its message. “HUNGRY!”

This thing is very handsy. Tarragon tries a Thorn Whip, not wanting to get any closer, but misses. Brother Charity asks Ahleqs how he’s doing; “I’m looking pretty grim. This could be it for our hero.”

Charity pulls out a trick he hasn’t used yet, which requires a WIS check first (Melaina: “It was nice knowing you, Ahleqs”) and uses a Healer’s Kit to cast Cure Ahleqs at 2nd level. Then he casts something called Life Transference to transfer some of his own health to his companion.

Kessler decides to give it something else to chew on, punching it with her Thunder Gauntlets. She has to make a DEX save to avoid slipping on the floor, and just barely makes it. She electrocutes it in the face - “wa-POW!” Well, she tries but misses. “Well that is just fuckin’ typical.” The DM says that she sees it smile, even as it dangles Brother Carl over its open maw. She will give it indigestion, she warns it.

Ahleqs takes a good look at it and wishes he hadn’t. He then casts Shatter, with Careful Spell. DM: Is it Thunder damage? If so, not a problem. If electrical, it will hit Carl anyway. But no, it’s Thunder damage. It makes a DC14 CON save, which it passes with a 26.

Ahleqs: “This dungeon is a higher level than us.”

Melaina thinks the thing is eating Brother Charity for a moment; when she finds out it’s Carl she decides to try and save him. She casts Tasha’s Hideous Laughter, as it was communicating telepathically so she believes that its INT is higher than 4; she is correct. It must make a WIS save, which it passes. “Shit!”

The Otyugh attacks Kessler with a 17 and misses her - she bats the tentacle away. It slams Carl into her and they both make CON saves. She pirouettes out of the way with ease and Carl goes limp, and both only take 5 damage. It takes another bite at Carl. Its attack damage is halved from Gideon’s Enfeeblement, he reminds it. Phew! It makes a save against the spell and gets a 22, ending it. “Crap!” 

It’s Gideon’s turn. He gives it a little Acid Splash, forcing a DEX save. It fails, taking 6 acid damage.

Brother Carl tries his Gauntlets of Helm again but misses.

Tarragon can’t see Brother Charity to give him a Healing Word. She could move forward but then she would be making DEX saves to stay upright. “Nah, I don’t care that much.”

Charity, wounded: “After all the poetry!”

“BECAUSE of the poetry.” (Matthew gets this in stereo as Sophie and I both say it at the same time.)

He misses with an Eldritch Blast, and Kessler misses her first Thunder Gauntlet attack but hits with the second. She moves away but slips over; she picks herself up.

Ahleqs: “This is a bit of a pickle, isn’t it.” He goes for an Eldritch Blast as well, hitting with a 17 and a natty 20. He rolls on the crit table and gets TRIPLE damage. oh yeah! The thing is bleeding now, and doesn’t look well.

Melaina will go back to plan A, and hides - at Disadvantage. Still gets a 23 though. She rolls with Sharpshooter for 15 to hit, and does 28 damage. It’s on its last legs, somehow still kicking.

Gideon, suddenly excited: “Perhaps Gideon will get the killing blow!”

We hear in our heads: “Give back, you leave??” Ah, so it will give us Carl back if we go away. It’s probably doing the city a service by eating all the garbage, maybe we should let it live? 

Will it let us move forward, instead of retreating? It puts Carl down and goes back into its corner, pulling all its tentacles in towards itself. (Ed wants to know how we’re doing XP in this game; if we let it live, will we still get points for it? Yes, Joe assures him, if we lay aside our murder-hobo ways we won’t be penalised for it.)

Brother Charity asks if it would be so kind as to lift him across the horrible floor; he offers to give it some food. Gideon wants to make an Insight check in case these things are prone to trickery. It could just be saving us for later. He rolls a 21; it’s an aberration, but it’s not necessarily evil. It’s in fear of its life.

He goes over and puts a hand on it. “It’s afraid!”(Okay, Neil Patrick Harris.)

It lifts Charity across; he takes some food from Carl’s pack and throws it towards what he believes is its mouth. It accepts gratefully. We could have just offered it food and it would have let us pass, the DM tells us. 

Gideon, leaning heavy on the sarcasm: “Well when it started gnawing on Carl, my first thought wasn’t to throw it a bun.”

The otyugh buries itself back into its pile and we move on.

We all make more CON saves; Gideon passes his third, and is temporarily resistant to the smell down here.

Kessler makes another navigation check, but rolls a 6. (We need Gunna for this really, but he’s off on a boat somewhere.) We wander around for a few hours, seemingly lost. During this time, Ahleqs starts to get splitting headaches, and his eyes start to turn a milky white. Charity makes a medicine check - and Prestidigitates himself to get rid of the skunk smell (an ability that he, by the way, has had this entire time.)

Charity rolls a 19 and surmises, correctly, that Ahleqs is suffering from Blinding Sickness, and starts expositing about his history and how he came across a farmer with this exact ailment while he was working as a scribe. Ahleqs is sick a little bit on his freshly-Prestidigitated shoe. “Just a little bit.”

Charity can cure him with the magics and the medicines. (Ahleqs, slowly, to the DM: “Do I trust him?”) Charity takes a little bottle out of his pouch, turns away from him, does a thing - and then jabs him in the neck with a hypodermic needle. But his blinding sickness is cured!

Oh yes, Charity is a trained battlefield medic, he informs us as he discards the needle. And then he vomits.

Would he like Ahleqs to stab him in the neck?

Kessler has been trying for a while now to find her bearings on the map, so those of us with fewer than 3 successes can roll CON saves again. Charity fails and is violently sick, but the rest of us are now temporarily resistant. Ahleqs offers his water skin to the Brother, as he must be dehydrated by now. Charity is sick into it. Ahleqs discards it.

“I didn’t want that any more anyway.”

Kessler finds a passageway - we hear water roaring in the distance. The passage opens up into a dome shaped room, 50 or 60 ft across. Two sewage rivers drop down into a whirlpool where it drains away. The only way through is via a rickety wooden walkway that spans one edge of the whirlpool between two of the passages. Gideon’s dwarven eyes think it doesn’t look very sturdy.

He has THE BEST idea. How long is the walkway? About 20 feet. He could use his special thing - oh, wait. Was it 20 feet? Yes, along the side of the room. This might take too long but he could turn it into something else, like stone but it would take - many minutes, Ed tells us. Kessler, in the lead, makes a DEX save - at advantage thanks to Gideon’s warning. She rolls an 11. (We might be about to find out what Plummeting Mode looks like on Kessler’s suit.)

The walkway collapses, but she just manages to step back away from it in time. How are we going to cross, the DM asks us? We hem and haw for a while, being somewhat short on grappling hooks or Flying spells.

We need an Immovable Rod for this really. Gideon suggests chucking people over in the Bag of Holding. He checks his Floating Disk spell again to see if he can control it and send it over with someone on top of it, but it seems not.

We’ve been down here for about seven hours now. Charity decides it’s time for another poem; we all groan.

“Ahem. Would you dance if I asked you to dance? Or would you run and never look back? Would you cry if you saw me crying? And would you save my soul tonight? Would you tremble if I touched your lips? Or would you laugh? Oh, please tell me this. Now would you die for the one you love? Oh hold me in your arms tonight. I can be your hero baby...”

Kessler interrupts to ask what to roll to jump across the gap. She gets a 17, but is hanging on by her fingers. 

Tarragon: “I WILL re-skunk, I’m warning you now.”

18 to hit Brother Charity? He has half cover so he can add two to his AC, but it still hits. We’re being shot at by disgusting rat people! He takes 5 damage.

“Why you in sewer?” the rat men shout across the whirlpool.

Well, we’ve come to deal with the flesh... squisher? Splatter? Thing.

“What is flesh squisher?” they ask. Ahleqs explains, giving the details that Shanks gave us. He makes a 23 Persuasion check, and the rat mens’ leader nods.

“Big monster, deeper in.”

Gideon: “Yes, we have an appointment.”

“You kill big monster?”

Ahleqs, still not sure if these rats like the flesh ripper or not and taking a gamble: “Ye- yes!”

“Big monster terrifying, rips arms off. Kill it for sure?”

Ahleqs, holding out Simon: “I can make a mouse glow, and that’s the least of my talents.”

“You no hurt rat men?”

“As long as you don’t hurt us. Hear that, Charity? They’ll be our friends if no more poems.”

“Yes, no more poems, rat people no hurt.”

Gideon: “How do we get through here?”

“Climb walls. You need help?”

Ahleqs points to the whirlpool and asks what happens if we fall. The rat men shrug. Comforting.

This is the second time we haven’t murder-hobo’ed! The DM is proud of us. The rat men will leave, and come back with wood to fix the bridge for us. Aw! 

“You sure you can kill big bad? Promise?” they ask as they fix the bridge. Well, if we can’t then we’ll be dead anyway, so we make the promise.

The rat men don’t seem any more enamoured of Charity’s poetry than we are. “No more poetry?”

Charity, miffed: “I spent hours on those poems.”  

Melaina, disdainfully: “A waste of your time and ours.” (Matthew specifically asks to have that recorded in the minutes.)

Charity pauses before crossing the bridge to ask the rat men to critique his poetry; they tell him it was terrible and made their ears bleed. “So it was more the content than the delivery, then.”

(Ed does a huge burp, at least a 9.5/10. Matthew: God-DAMN! Duncan: Sounds like you need to chew your dinner again.)

Kessler is starting to feel the effects of the disease; her vision is starting to blur. The star-crossed lovers start squabbling again.

Charity sees that Kessler’s eyes are starting to go milky like Ahleqs’ did. He hands her a tincture from his pack and tells her “drink it, if you want.” He didn't roll good on his healer’s kit though so it fails. Tarragon casts Lesser Restoration and crows about being better at healing than the Cleric.

We are in a quiet part of the sewers; now would be a good time to rest, Kessler tells us, now that she is able to see the map again.

There is no rubbish but a lot of gore down here, we notice as we rest. Probably close to the Flesh Ripper’s lair then. Tarragon burns some of her Relaxing Bark, so anyone rolling hit dice can regain two of them. (Ahleqs asks if anyone has a tincture that can restore sorcery points; not so much.)

(Joe forgets to enable the mouse layer again, so we pause so he can ignite Simon and Ahleqs can see.)

We move on. Charity pulls out a piece of paper, considers it, crumples it and throws it in the canal (it’s water, not sewage, here). The rat men were the final straw, obviously. Tarragon, who is the only one behind him in the marching order, sees this and files it away without saying anything. 

Something slimy and black slams into the wall next to Kessler’s head - it is some sort of pseudopod. Yuck.

Does 14 hit Brother Carl?

“14 hits Brother Carl like a motherfucker!” His vestments start to melt with the acid damage. Brother Charity shouts “CARL!”

Hanging form the ceiling are two dark patches of slime; one has hit Brother Carl and the other looks to be winding up for an attack as well. They are making a horrible schlorping noise that we can hear over the audio.

Ahleqs is up first. He hits one with Eldritch Blast for ten damage, and ducks down behind Melaina.

She can’t hide from them, so she just has a shoot. 15 hits, for 22 damage. Nice.

What does Charity want to do? His friend is poorly, so he does another Life Transference.

Tarragon runs forward and Healing Word’s Brother Carl, and holds a Thorn Whip until one of the black slimes gets within 30 feet of her.

Gideon does a Chill Touch and rolls a big number. Carl can probably reach one as the pipe we are in is circular, and it’s likely only about ten feet up the full 20foot height. He rolls badly, however, and misses.

Kessler hits one with a crossbow attack for 7 piercing; she reloads and fires again for ten. She goes to hide, but forgot to turn off the strobe lights on the front of her suit.

The slime (it is a Black Pudding) hits Carl with a 23 for 8 blud and 23 acid damage. His armour starts to melt; he gets a permanent, cumulative -1 to his AC. Is he dead? On the plus side, he doesn’t wear armour so there’s just a hole in his shirt. On the minus side that was all his hit points and he was using those to live. On Brother Charity’s turn he will shout out Carl’s name.

Gideon is attacked, but the Pudding misses so we’re back to Ahleqs. He shoots at the most damaged one with Eldritch Blast and hits twice for 13 total damage. “Killing it instantly?”

DM: “No, not at all, but it didn’t enjoy it if that makes you feel any better.”

Melaina shoots again and hits for 19 damage - how de do dis! It turns into mucus and flops down onto the floor.

Charitoir is up. He runs forward yelling Carl’s name and chugging a health potion as he goes. He casts a Little Bit of Making Carl Better, A Little Bit of Making Him Good, and gives him 14 of his own HP.

Tarragon wants to know if she knew that Charity was using his own health to heal Carl; she rolls a 5 on her Arcana check. Not so much, then. Still, she sees that Charity is pretty badly off now so she sighs and reluctantly casts Cure Wounds on him. He immediately drops to his knees in the water, tearing up with joy, and holds his arms out to her, whispering “Thank you!” She backs up five feet.

(Unbeknownst to him, or any of us for that matter, he only has three more hours left on the madness that caused him to think he’s fallen in love with her. This is going to be interesting, especially considering his ‘certain views’ on the smaller races, Matthew reminds us.)

Gideon pokes the remaining Pudding where he believes the beady little eye to be with Chill Touch for 13 damage. Nice.

Carl is up. He draws his mace and bashes it - a ten is a hit, somehow. That’s the good news. Yay, seven bludgeoning attack! The bad news is that he takes 4 acid damage, and his weapon starts to melt. It now does less damage, which is cumulative and permanent. Kessler can fix it. She thinks.

She shoots her crossbow and hits twice. Sweet. The Pudding shoots a tendril at Charity - 13 to hit? Matthew has a horrible feeling that’s right on the money… and it is. Just as Charity is reaching for Tarragon, it slaps his hand down. “No petting!”

Just for Ahleqs, Joe makes the Pudding do the horrible schlorping noise again. He quivers in terror. More Eldritch Blasts! 8 hits, luckily. 8 Force damage and it dies instantly…? (A coward, but an optimist.)

He can hide behind his friends still, so he doesn’t move.

Melaina shoots with a natty 20. “I will kill it with my bow.” She gets her sneak attack now as Carl is in melee with it. Crit table says max damage and she can roll the damage dice a third time. Her damage dice is a d8+4, and sneak attack max is 3d6, or 18. 12 plus 18 and she can roll another d8, and add another ten for her Sharpshooter.

Joe doesn’t even bother adding the damage. She bloody well does kill it with her bow - how de do dis!

“It flies around the room like a balloon with a hole in it.”

We still hear the schlorping noise coming from somewhere deeper in - so it wasn’t coming from the Puddings. Hmm. 

Joe calls it there for this week, congratulating us on not murderizing everything we saw today. We’re growing as people.

#dnd #thetradeway #campaign diary #emetophobia #this was a gross one lol

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HOUR 4 (JJK)

STUCK SERIES - HOUR 4

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Themes: high school au, badboy & fuckboy jungkook Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1,688 Summary: After being labelled the school’s biggest bad boy, Jeon Jungkook chooses to live up to the title. What he doesn’t know is that his arrogance will lead him to you.

HOUR 3 | HOUR 5 | MASTERLIST

“Fuck, you're an angel.” He whispers, feeling an overwhelming sense of pride because he can see the mark he’s left on you.

“You’re my angel.”

You check your phone to read the time and see that the clock reads 9:57, telling you that you’ve been stuck in your campus with Jeon Jungkook for the past three hours. At first you were definitely sure that this would be an extremely hellish night because of your predicament but your stay with him in the library being bookish nerds proved you wrong. In fact, he even taught you that there is really more to a person than his looks. Jeon Jungkook was full of surprises, but this next hour taught you more about what you already knew about him.

He walks alongside you back to the open field of the school and you’re positive it’s become a bit chilly or windy outside so you don’t hesitate to agree with him when he suggested you leave. This time, he heads to the control box at the top of the left side of the field and switches on the spotlights, providing you a nice view of the synthetic grass. 

“Y/N...” He sing-songs into a mic, quickly surprising you. 

“Jungkook!” You yell, jumping up from the scare. “Get down here!”

With your words, the boy snickers but obeys anyway. When he tells you that he’s going to quickly get something from the building, you wave him off and sit down on the ground. Not long after, he stands in front of you and takes your hand in his, willing you to sit up. He smiles mischievously and you’re almost worried he’s done something wrong but when you look down at the ground and see a football, you sigh.

“I think staying in the library for too long took a toll on my back- mind playing football with me so that I can stretch?” He wiggles his eyebrows, trying to get you to play the game with him. “Kookie, you know I can’t play, right?” 

“That’s fine!” He insists but you turn to walk away from him. What you don’t miss, however, is how his cheeks began to become a light shade of pink when he heard your nickname for him. 

You shake your head in disagreement- “Look, you are one of our school’s pride and glory when it comes to football. What makes you think I’m not gonna make a fool out of myself in front of last season’s most valuable player?” 

He laughs and puts his right arm around your shoulder, holding the ball in his left palm. “I’ll teach you, then. How does that sound?” He proposes and you swore you felt your heart beat faster at his gesture. 

“You would do that?” You ask nervously, tugging at the edge of your shirt. Why would he, after all? He was just going to waste his energy on you anyway, seeing that you were never good with footwork which was why you always opted to sit on the bench when your physical education class had football as the topic.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He places his right hand on your shoulder and leans dangerously close to you- close enough to feel his breath right on your neck. “Who would refuse such a beautiful girl?”

He smiles, knowing fully well that he had a large impact on you as of that moment. Now he was just messing with you, that’s true but what you didn’t know was that you’ve messed with him just as much. He had always thought of you as beautiful since the day he first saw you but he also knew what his reputation was and how you were so out of his league. He knew you’d just end up rejecting him if he ever tried to put any effort into getting closer to you because you just weren’t the type to interact with people like him.

But tonight was different. Tonight, he had you all to himself in the vast campus of your school and he was planning to make the most of the experience and make sure that you won’t forget him. Not on monday when you see each other again, not in a year when he’s sure he’ll do his best to make you become closer. He knew that soon, he wouldn’t be trying to win football games, he’d be trying to win your heart.

When you finally got the hang of it, you and Jungkook were running along the wide expanse of the field, passing the ball to each other. At the pace you were running, you were pretty sure you were sprinting already. Your lungs were burning, your cheeks were red and you were positive all your muscles were going to be sore tomorrow but it was all worth it because you felt alive and you had him to thank for that. He was encouraging you to quickly hit the net with no goalee at full force and speed just so you’d see what it was like to have a goal during a game. He probably had high expectations since he was screaming at you to run faster and within the next five seconds, you kicked the ball and hit the net with all the strength your right leg could muster. He came up to you and started running beside you yelling “Goal!” extremely loudly.

You felt happy because even though he thought you were terrible at it, he didn’t show it and he seemed very pleased about you trying it in the first place when you were pretty sure you wouldn’t. 

You’re clumsy and like any other time, you embarrass yourself in front of another and this time it just happens to be him. You trip over a rough patch in the grass and send yourself tumbling down, your back hitting the fake grass flat. Jungkook, who’s been holding on to you is unable to control the force and momentum in which you fall and so he nearly hits the ground but he lands on his palms, having quick reactions due to his athletic capabilities. 

“Easy..” He says, licking his lips while chuckling lightly. Your eyes were closed from the impact and your hair was laid out flat behind you and you were breathing heavily from all the running you did before you tripped. He opens his eyes and see the view that is you and fuck- he’s speechless. He doesn’t want to get off you even though he probably should. He can hear all the blood rushing to his cheeks and a slight ringing in his ears but you look sublime, gorgeous, perfect even and he’s never felt this way before. 

Eventually, your eyes flutter open and you’re immediately met by his own from such a close proximity and your heart begins to beat faster because this is so near- and his lips, his fucking lips- you aren’t sure if you can stop this.

Jungkook is scared- he’s scared that he’s about to make a terrible mistake that you’ll regret but it’s so easy to fall into you and let his lips touch yours so that’s exactly what he decides he’s going to do. 

He leans closer, his hands supporting himself and grazes his lips against yours and he knows that there’s not turning back anymore. You tilt your head to grant him more access and with that, his lips are on yours. 

Jungkook didn’t know what kissing was really like, after all. At first, they’re just there because he doesn’t know how you’ll react- if you’ll push him off or let it happen and god, he was hoping it was the latter. You were just as caught up in the moment as he was though and you place your left hand on his cheek, telling him it’s alright.

With that, he moves his lips against yours and you swear your heart is beating ever faster than before and your mind blanks as all you can focus on is the feeling of his soft lips on yours and it’s driving you insane. He takes it slow, his tongue absent but sparks present. He feels like he’s on fire and he’s so sure he’s never going to have enough of you. 

You move your lips along with his and the two of you are reciprocating- all the pent up tension from the past hours finally being released. When you finally feel like you’re running out of air, he slowly detaches his lips from yours and his breath comes out in heavy pants. He never takes his eyes off you and your rosy cheeks and you can’t take your eyes off him and his swollen mouth. 

So many things are running through your mind- was it a mistake? What was going to happen? How the hell are you going to survive the night now that you probably made everything awkward? 

“I...” You begin, his full attention on you. He shakes his head and quickly cuts you. “Y/N, I am so so sorry, fuck, you probably hate me now! Please don’t kill me, I’m so so sorry I did that- I couldn’t stop myself not when you-” 

His breath hitches in his throat when you place your hand at the nape of his neck, twisting your fingers through his hair. When he sees you giggling lightly, it’s almost like the entire world stopped and you pull him back in for another kiss but this time, you’re both more relaxed and you can’t help but pull him in closer. 

You don’t know how he does it he manages to snake one of his hands around your waist before he moves down to where your neck and jaw connect, lightly sucking on the skin. You don’t expect it because you’ve never actually been kissed before- more so felt this good but a light whine escapes your mouth. You’re too caught up with the feeling of his teeth grazing your skin and you know he’s going to leave a bruise. “Jungkook...” you sigh and he finishes after, leaving you feeling like you’re on cloud nine.

“Fuck, you're an angel.” He whispers, feeling an overwhelming sense of pride because he can see the mark he’s left on you. “You’re my angel.”

This chapter was going to be a super chill chapter I swear then I was like “screw it” and behold, Hour 4. Also that gif, goddamn! I was so inspired because of that gif. Also this was the longest installment of this entire series so far so I hope u guys enjoyed it. Please tell me what you think- like, comment, reblog, send me stuff, anything! My exam week is finished so I’m really pumped woohoo!!!

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Stories and Games

Happy Amedot day! I present a sequel to Braids, featuring Peridot gifting Amethyst with Li’l Butler fanfic and the two of them visiting the arcade. It is shameless fluff, that I enjoyed writing tremendously.

Story is below the cut and the link to the AO3 version is through here.

“Amethyst!” Peridot called out as the two Gems came in sight of each other roughly halfway between the Barn and the nearest warp pad. “I was just on my way to the Temple to see you. I have something for you.” She clutched a bright purple folder to her chest. “I was thinking about some of the things you said you wish the writers of Li'l Butler had done with Tiffany Richington's character and ended up writing it out into a story I thought you might like.” She held out the folder and Amethyst took it.

“Since when do you write stories?” she asked as she began to leaf through the dozen or so pages inside.

“It started with posting Camp Pining Hearts analysis on the internet. Further investigation of the Campers community made it clear to me that my ideas could find a wider audience if I worked it into fanfiction. I've been doing it for a few months now. I think some of my commenters suspect that I'm not human. They keep asking me if I ever sleep.”

Amethyst snorted out a small laugh. “Well, there's no way I'm gonna wait to read this,” she said as she settled under a nearby tree.

It was a sort of spinoff plot based on what Amethyst had admitted was one of her favorite episodes, the one where the daughters of the Money and Richington families had to take a cooking class. The jokes in the episode were mostly just the standard 'cooking for the first time' sitcom hijinks, but by the end, Tiffany Richington had really gotten into the spirit of things, experimenting with the ingredients in some actually creative ways. It echoed how Amethyst enjoyed eating in a way that few things did, and she had been a bit bummed that they hadn't turned that into a recurring character trait to milk jokes out of.

Peridot had written about Tiffany going to a culinary summer camp. The setting probably had allowed Peridot to reuse some details from Camp Pining Hearts stories, but since Amethyst had only seen bits and pieces of the show, she wasn't sure how much. It didn't matter anyway. It was a story about Tiffany enjoying herself to an extant her uptight family rarely allowed her, about discovering new tastes and textures, and about shaping something new for the sheer pleasure of it. It said almost everything Amethyst had ever felt about food and everything she had wanted for Tiffany's character and a few things she hadn't realized she had wanted for her. There wasn't much in the way of Li'l Butler gag-style humor, but Peridot's quirky world-view threaded its way though the whole thing, making Amethyst chuckle regularly.

Peridot kept a close eye on Amethyst's expression as she read. What she saw was encouraging. “So you like it?”

“Like it?” She looked up from the last page with an ear-to-ear grin. “Peri, this is perfect. I love it!”

“Perfect.” Peridot repeated the word softly, as if tasting it, before her head jerked. “Oh, in all my excitement, I just realized I must have derailed you. Were you heading to the Barn for anything specific?”

Amethyst's smile turned sheepish as she fiddled with the folder. “Um... yeah... I was... was wondering if you might wanna go to the arcade with me.”

“Is this a date?” Peridot asked matter-of-factly. When Amethyst's eyes went wide, she continued in the same tone. “I only ask because Lapis is starting to threaten that, I quote, 'If you two keep up is mutual pining thing much longer, I am going to give you a cold shower every time you mention her name.' I ran some calculations. Spending that much time with my hair dripping would get annoying quickly.”

“You talk about me that much?”

“Of course, you're a fascinating gemetic study.”

Amethyst looked skeptical at the clinical phrasing. “Because I'm defective?”

Peridot's tone turned earnest as she began to gesture broadly. “Because you defy the standards for Quartz soldiers to be a standard all your own, one that I in many ways find to be superior to the standards I was taught to identify in my Kindergartener training.”

Amethyst remembered the times she had seen Peridot try to lie. There are people who can fake sincerity. Peridot wasn't one of them. Amethyst smiled as she realized that Peridot really meant what she said. “Yes. Yes, I'm asking you out on a date.”

Peridot began to mutter, moving as if heading back to the Barn. “I understand that first dates are intended to be special occasions. Extra attention paid to grooming, gifts given...”

Amethyst took Peridot's hand, breaking her line of thought. “Yo, Peri-mour, we can have a date like that later. I promise. Today, I just want to hang out with my favorite nerd and maybe show her how to play skee-ball. You cool with that?”

Her face lit up. “That is an acceptable first official date.”

After a quick stop at the Temple to leave the folder in a safe place, Amethyst and Peridot soon found themselves in front of the arcade's skee-ball setup. “I actually stink at this game most of the time,” Amethyst said, “'cause I get frustrated, which makes my problems worse, but I think you'll be good at it. It isn't about throwing the ball hard. You have to throw it just hard enough and let go at just the right time. It's precise, like a lot of the stuff you rule at.” Amethyst tossed her ball so that it rolled up the incline, hit the ball-hop, and landed in the twenty point ring. She shrugged. “Like I said, I'm not great at it, but even a pretty lousy throw gets you ten points.”

“Could you help guide my first few throws?” Peridot asked, grinning.

Once Amethyst realized what she meant, she chuckled as she stepped behind Peridot to take her right hand, already holding the ball, in her own. “You have watched way too much cheesy romance, but I gotta say, I think I kinda dig it.” With her chin on Peridot's shoulder, she could smell her hair. It reminded Amethyst of the time she had spent a half hour putting CDs in a microwave to watch lighting spark off of them, a mix of metal, plastic, and the ozone left over from the light show. This may have been part of the reason why their first two throws barely made it up the ball-hop. Their third finally made it into the thirty point ring.

“I'm pretty sure you'll do better than this on your own,” Amethyst half-joked.

“I'll admit, if we had this much co-ordination in the three-legged race, we would have fallen over pretty quickly.” As Amethyst returned to her lane, Peridot continued, “I don't know why you act like you're so bad at control though. I mean, back when you all were trying to capture me, you managed to wrap me with your whip on multiple occasions without ever actually hurting me. I'm pretty sure that's not easy.”

“That's different. My whip is a part of me. These balls aren't.”

“Just because you have a talent for something, because it's a part of you, doesn't make the way you use it any less remarkable. I mean, I once saw you shape-sift into a fully functioning helicopter capable of carrying three people. That is an intense level of control over your physical form.”

“I mostly shape-shift for gags,” Amethyst said as her tossed one of her balls.

“And for most of my time on Earth, I've used my engineering skills to make art projects and gadgets of marginal practical utility. Does that make the work I did on the drill less important?”

Amethyst kept her eyes on the rings at the end of her lane as she continued her game, though her vision wasn't really focused on them. “Come on, you can't compare my shape-shifting to something that literally saved the planet.”

Peridot played through her own game as she continued, “I've been on this team for less then a year and have witnessed or been told of several plans that hinged on your shape-shifting. I think the comparison is fair. If Pearl and Garnet don't see the value in that, then they're bigger clods than I ever thought.” Her last ball sailed into the highest ring. “Fifty points! Woohoo!” She tapped Amethyst on the shoulder and pointed to the other Gem's score. “Oh and while you were distracted with disparaging yourself, you landed four balls out of that nine-ball set in the fifty point ring yourself.”

A half-dozen rounds of skee-ball later, they moved on to the rest of the arcade. Peridot really got into the spirit of Road Killer and said that the mechanics of Teen of Rage warranted further analysis. They both proved laughably terrible at Meat Beat Mania. In the end, they traded all their tickets for an equal value of slide whistles because Peridot said they inspired her for a new project idea. It came to enough whistles that they had to split the load between them to carry it all back to the Barn.

They were nearly there when Peridot's steps began to slow, then stop, with Amethyst beside her. “I know you said that this date wasn't following most of the formal structures, but,” she hesitated, “I understand that it's typical for dates to end with a kiss. I've sort of have been looking forward to trying that with you.”

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

“Camp Pining Hearts was my introduction to the concept, and it's not like there has been anyone else I would want to try it with. Have you?”

“I've gotten some practice in.” Mostly Vidalia along with the rare concert-goer that didn't mind that they towered a foot or two over the girl hitting on them.

“I'd like to learn from you.”

Amethyst thought that Peridot probably hadn't imagined their first kiss involving them both carrying an armload of slide whistles, but maybe it was a good thing. It left what to do with their hands for a second lesson. She leaned forward and kissed her, slow and sweet, enjoying how her metal and ozone smell translated to the taste of her lips along with a trace of something mint-flavored. Peridot, always a quick study, soon returned the kiss.

When they separated, Peridot looked slightly dazed as she said, “Wow, thanks.”

“You can thank me by returning the favor sometime.”

“You won't have to wait long for that, Ames.”

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