#and hey; maybe they can even defeat the big bad at the end

[soxcietyy]

So I was thinking about virgin Y/n begging experienced Gojo to do it with her after he refused many times not wanting to rush her into things she could regret later on but then after she begged and begged he ended up fucking her at the edge of the bed forcing her to look in the mirror how he fucks her, with lots of praising.

Please?!

Gojo x virgin reader

First time writing on Gojo sooo here we go.

"Please?!"

"No."

"Please?!"

"No."

"Pleaseeeee?!"

"Since you put it that way I guess I’ll still say no. What’s up with you? Your being so persistent about something we’ve talked about before. Your not ready y/n" he said as he slouched onto the couch.

You decide to sit next to him with a disappointed look on your face. So he could see how much his answer affected you. It’s been 7 month of you guys dating and you still had yet to get some action.

You curse yourself for ruining your opportunity the first time. It was when you guys where two months in and he had you on his bed. You guys were kissing and taking his clothes off first because you were too embarrassed to do it first. You were so nervous that in the middle of making out you blurted out that fact that you were a virgin. His eyes widened at your response and he got off of you immediately, nothing ever happened after.

You didnt understand why that happened. Other people told you how much of a whore your boyfriend was before dating you and that he would sleep with anyone that caught his eye. Now he decided to be a saint and go months without doing it. You could remember googling if being a virgin was bad. How to seduce your boyfriend into doing it with you. Is my boyfriend broken?

You didn’t really gain much information with that last one.

You lay on his lap defeated. You laid down facing him so he could see how sad you were from the answer he just gave you. Were you meant to die a virgin? Looking up at him you could see how his pupils moved around from watching tv.

"Gojo please? Iv heard it’s bad for a guy to be pent up like that." You say.

He looks down at you with a smile,"thank you for your concern but I’m fine trust me." He said.

Maybe it was time you try to seductively win him over. You remember everything that Reddit post said about doing it. You just gotta look hot and do sexual things. When you thought about the example you’ve read your face turned red. How in the world do they think your going to put his fingers in your mouth so you can suck on them?! This was to embarrassing and scandalous. You cover your face not wanting to think about it anymore. You could also feel his gaze on you as he watched you.

Fuck it you’ll just suck him off. You took a deep breath before quickly unzipping his pants and unbuttoned it. He froze at your sudden antics and sighed as he tried to stop you. You pushing his hands away thought and got him member out of his pants. It was as big as you remember it being.

"Whenever your done doing whatever this is can you please put it back?" He raised a brow.

You shrug and put the tip in your mouth making him jump. "Hey get it out of your mouth." He says trying to push you off of him. You refused and went as deep as you could. To the point of your eyes watering and your mouth feeling so full that you gagged.

"You realize your less than halfway right?" He said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

He didn’t know weather to feel second hand embarrassment or surprise by your willingness.

"You know what fine, I’ll give you what you want but just know I’m not going to go easy on you. I keep telling you your not ready and you don’t listen. If you won’t listen to me then I won’t listen when your crying later." He said standing up and carrying you into his room over him shoulder.

Finally, this was a win for you. Your finally managed to convince him to do it with you!

He laid you on the bed and began to take his clothes off. When he finished he turned to you and began to take your shirt off. You gasp remembering that you haven’t even been fully naked in front of him. He slowly took them off as he buried his eyes onto your skin. Looking at everything he hasn’t seen before. You felt so exposed nervous at the same time. Looking at body you admired how it was built. As if he were an god or something. Your eyes narrow down to his member and you notice something. Did it get bigger?!

"Don’t get all shy on me now." He cooes as he easily read you. your try to hide your breast from him since he was starting to stare daggers into them.

He leans in and kisses you passionately as he removes your hands and puts them on your side. He kissed you so desperate that it was hard to keep up with him. His tongue in your mouth as he explored everything. You didn’t seem to notice that he was taking your bottoms off since he was keeping your attention somewhere else. When you did notice you jump.

"Wait! This is too fast no?" You say pushing his face away.

"We would of been doing the deed by now if it wasn’t for you dragging things on like this." He said as he slipped your bottoms off in one go.

Your hand immediately moves to cover yourself but by the time you almost reach it Gojo is already eating you out. You throw your head back at the weird sensation. This isn’t okay right? Like is he even supposed to be doing that? You squirm feeling how the tongue moved inside of you.

"Du chu ike at?" You hear him say as he ate you out.

You looked at him confused not begging able to understand a word. He emerges from inbetween your legs and shoved two finger in you making you gasp.

"I said, do you like that?" He smirked at you as he started to curl his fingers inside of you repeatedly.

"Stop doing that and put it in my already!" You furrow your brow.

"Your no fun," he exhaled deeply as he sat In front of you and spread your legs wide.

You once again cover your face from embarrassment. You could feel how he shoved around to a position. You couldn’t help but be scared. You’ve been told that losing your virginity can be so painful while others say that it didn’t hurt at all. Hopefully it was going to be painless. Your attention was brought back by him rubbing his member up and down your cunt. Smacking it a few times on you making you jump.

Clearly he was taunting you and trying to see if you tapped out last minute. You take a deep breath as you mentally prepared yourself. There’s no way your backing out now. You feel how the tip of his member was slowly pushed in. Nothing bad until he continues to go in. It felt like he was going to rip you apart.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! It hurts!" You tell as you started pushing him back with your leg.

You could hear him chuckle as he grabbed your foot that you placed on his chest to force him back.

"Y/n, I said I wasn’t going to go easy on you." He pushes your leg down to your chest.

Your eyes widen realizing this wasn’t going to be as easy as you initially thought it would be. He continued to slide in as you frantically try to stop him. Your begging him to stop and to go slower.

"Gojo, please it hurts so bad! I can’t, I can’t!" You say as tears appear in the corner of your eyes.

He leans into you and caresses your chin as he whispered into your ear.

"Be a good girl and take me. This is what you’ve been begging for no? I’m giving it to you so how about a thank you?" He said as he leaned back.

He mouthed 'thank you' to you as a way for you to do what he said.

You shake your head not wanting to do something like that. You could see a devilish grin form on his face as he began to press into you again. The same burning and painful sensation started again.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You yell hoping it would stop him and that it did.

"You know the best way to get me all the way inside with only a bit of pain?" He asks you.

You look at him hoping for a good resolution to this.

"It’s distraction, so I’m going to try to distract you as I go inside of almost like this!" He finished his sentence as he rams into you.

Your body lurched from the pain and you let out a loud cry. That had to be one of the most painful experiences in your life. Tears began to fall from your eyes from the pain.

"Aw my poor sugar cube don’t cry. I know it hurts a lot but I needed to get inside. Right now your insides are getting used to me so just relax. You did such a good job." He said as he ran his fingers on your shaking thigh.

You nod at him as you wipe your tears away. It took a bit for your body to get kind of used to him. When he noticed he he slid out and turned you around. He told you to get on fours and to look at yourself in the mirror.

"I think iv been pretty patient with you so it’s my turn to have fun okay? Be a good girl and no cryin" he kisses you on the head.

Once again he slid inside of you fully making you want to cry again. You see as he shook his finger at you telling you not to cry. You shut your eyes and fight off the tears. Once he decided to move he slid out and slammed into you fully. Your jaw drops a bit from the sudden unfamiliar feeling. This was something new to you. A feeling that made you feel a way you couldn’t describe. He did it a few times before saying something.

"That’s it huh? That’s your sweet spot. Found it faster than I thought I would. Now we can have real fun." He smiles.

He grabs you by the hips and digs deep into your cunt making you moan. He rolled his over and over again.

"Such a good girl, this is what you wanted huh?" He praised you.

He grabbed you by the hair making you look straight in the mirror as he pushed you down. He made sure your ass was still up as he pounded you forcefully.

"Gonna make you into such a whore for my cock only." He groans as your walls tighten.

He pounded you so aggressively that you gripped on the bed sheets and let out whimpers. He forced you to look at how me drilled your virgin hole with no mercy. The wet sounds filling your ears as he continued.

"I feel weird Gojo, ah! Something feels really off." You moan.

"Fuck, your gonna come huh? Be a good girl and come all over my cock. I want you to leave a mess on it." He says as he doesn’t stop. He pushed your head down as he went in you harder. Your legs began to shake as you orgasmed. Tears began to fall as you finished so hard. The sensation was something so amazing. You couldn’t move from the after math of it. You felt so weak and out of energy.

"Common get back up, i haven’t finished yet."

#gojo sensei #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojo saturo #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo smut #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #satorugojo

[justporo]

Hey you :D

Here’s a request just to add your huge list for after vacation muahaha 💖

How do you think a slow, bickering romance with Astarion (kinda like Howl and Sophie) would go down.

Hey darling ❤️ You might’ve forgotten about this ask but I have not! I'm combining this with another one asking about where Astarion rejected Tav at first but then slowly fell for them.

Also haven't done one of this headcanon posts for a whole haven't we? Here we go:

Headcanons about Astarion slowly but surely falling in love with you (and how he pursues you)

Oh, it's all just a game for him, isn't it? At least at first. But this silly little jester didn't realise he was playing himself.

He might have rejected you at first (because he's a prick who has looked at the sun a little too long, let's be honest) but he quickly realises he can't take his mind off of you

You keep stirring the vampire's undead little heart and it scares him at first - and of course you had given up on it after that first hurtful rejection

But his crimson eyes start to never stray far from you, no matter if in battle or at camp: he can't tear his gaze from you - gods dammit, you're lovely!

It's in the way you always put others first, always have a kind word to spare, always a warm smile. How you laugh and how brave you are, how you bite your lip when you're lost deep in thought.

Quite frankly: a stake to his heart couldn't have been more effective.

But he realises another thing: he wants to be real with you, he wants to fall slowly with you - not a vicious thunderstorm but a soft, warm summer rain

And so Astarion begins to yearn in silence as you too can't keep your thoughts from turning around him often

It's painfully obvious to everyone around you how much the two of you are in love with each other; so much so that bets are being made in camp if you're gonna make it before you all reach the Gate

You notice that Astarion keeps sneaking around you like an adoring cat would: always a playful quip on the tip of his sharp tongue that you never take serious because... this Astarion we're talking about. "Oh my heart, aren't you even more blinding than the sun today" "Look who's blessing us with their grace and insight." "A copper for the thoughts in your pretty little head, darling."

Astarion doesn't know how to live the teasing out of his tone, maybe out of fear you might actually start taking him seriously; but if you would peel back the generous layer of faked sarcasm you'd find he's actually being serious

This man is downright smitten by you and you don't realise it as he achingly yearns for you - so much the others can barely take it

Sometimes you find little gifts on your pillow when you wake up: a sweet treat, snuck away from the others, a single blossom, a mysterious line of poetry - you are at a loss at where this comes from or if someone is playing with you

Meanwhile Astarion swallows his pride to regularly go to Wyll and ask his advice who... does help him but not without a haughty grin whenever he sees the lovesick vampire stroll over in his seemingly hopeless endeavour

Meanwhile you keep doing your utmost best to be at Astarion's side because you truly only want to help him and be happy and safe

Again: have mercy with the poor tortured soul, sometimes Astarion almost feels like he could combust on the spot if you give him one of your adorable lopsided smiles

When Moonrise and unpleasant people happen something in Astarion breaks, it all bursts out of him at once, overpowering even his terrible fear of rejection

The hug and tender first kiss you share that night tears both if your walls down.

You have not defeated the big bad enemy but something in your heart lightens knowing you have someone who will travel the road to whatever end with you

From there on out the two of you become even more unbearable in your pining for each other - meanwhile not trivial amounts of gold are passed between the other companions with quite some grumbling - but be assured: all of your friends are rooting for the two of you.

There we go, I love idiots in love with each other, hope you enjoyed!

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #bg3 spoilers #fanfiction #astarion x tav #bg3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate #astarion x you #poro headcanons #bg3 companions #astarion x reader

[boydepartment]

process- idol!park sunghoon x surgeon!reader

a/n: HIIIIII this was requested by @isawritesss i hope you like it <3

request: can i please ask for a very angsty idol!sunghoon x surgeon gf!reader where they get into a very big argument and she was already having a bad day at the ICU cause she had to perform a surgery on this lil kid and her mind wasn't in the right place and just needed him :( with comfort in the end like idk why but imma obsessed with angst and hurt comfort.

warnings: I AM NOT A DOCTOR but i tried my best into focusing more on the emotions side. i am not a stem student either SO I REALLY TRIED MY BEST i have no connection to work or training in this field!!! angst to comfort obviously. the reader and sunghoon use strong language but it’s all okay in the end

wc- 250-300 words

MASTERLIST

your day was rough to say the least. work was stressful and even if you helped save people’s lives you can also lose a couple in the process.

sometimes it’s too much and it hurts your mental even if you loved your job. it’s a lot a pressure.

today was exactly like that.

when you got home you saw that sunghoon was already home, smiling now because you barely get to see him home you wanted to talk to him.

“hey i didn’t know you were getting home early today?” you went to the fridge, turning around to see the back of his head unmoving.

“yeah.”

you took out a water bottle and opened it, “rough day?”

“yes.”

you walked over to the couch and sat next to him, “i’m sorry, my love.” you went to put your hand over his and he moved his hand.

sunghoon got like this sometimes but would normally just say he needed a breather and walk to your shared room for a bit.

he was usually good at talking to you.

“do you want a breather?” your voice was quiet.

sunghoon looked at you, “fucking obviously y/n. have i tried making any conversation with you since you got home?”

you looked at him, eyes narrowing, you were not going to take this after today, “maybe say that then! don’t act like it’s my fault! god forbid i talk to my boyfriend who’s barely fucking home!” you stood up and went to your shared bedroom slamming the door.

the stress from the day crashed with you when your knees and fits hit the floor. you started to weep quietly. not taking in the footsteps approaching the door.

“y/n?” sunghoon’s voice called out through the door, followed by soft knocks.

you stood up and wiped your face, “i don’t want to talk to you right now. you wanted to be left alone didn’t you?” you were hurt and your voice was evident in that fact. your feet carried you to the bathroom and you got changed as well as showered and washed up.

when you walked back into the shared bedroom you saw sunghoon sitting on your bed, you didn’t lock the door as that was a rule in your household. communication always came first.

he sat there looking defeating at his feet, “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to snap at you and it was my bad.”

you were about to speak but he spoke first

“i should’ve asked about your day and told you that i needed a bit.” he looked at you, “i disrespected you and im sorry.”

you walked over to him and sat down next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder and snaking your hand in his, “i accept your apology.”

“was your day okay?” sunghoon whispered, playing with your hands.

you shook your head no, “it… was really bad…” your voice broke again, sunghoon almost immediately pulled you down further into the bed and held you against him.

“i’m sorry… do you want to talk about it?”

you shook your head no, “maybe after i process it more…”

sunghoon nodded, “take as much time as you need okay?”

you nodded and kissed his jawline leaning into him more, his grip on your waist tightening, “tell me about yours i need a distraction.”

sunghoon sucked in a breath, “it was just a lot of work, we made progress though, um an engene broke into the company building, we went out to-“

“WHAT?” you sat up and looked at him. he started laughing and pulled you down to him.

“i’m lying. did it make you laugh though?”

you smacked his chest, “you’re horrible! i actually believed you!” your lips curled up and he took the opportunity to kiss you.

“i love you so much, i promise what happened earlier won’t happen again.” he whispered, “my job as your boyfriend is to keep you smiling.”

you nodded and kissed him again, “you can always talk to me too… i love you too…”

#enhypen #kpop #enha #enhypen imagines #enha imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #park sunghoon imagines #enha park sunghoon #enhypen park sunghoon #park sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon #enhypen comfort #enha comfort #park sunghoon comfort #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon imagines #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon #sunghoon angst #enhypen fluff #enha fluff #enhypen icons #enha angst #enha pics #enha x reader #enha icons #heeseung imagines #jake sim imagines

[oneatlatime]

The Painted Lady

Air Bison, Sea Bison, and now Sludge Bison.

I have no idea how Aang is swimming through a solid. Must be an Avatar thing.

I bet there would be time for more potty breaks if Sokka hadn't spent 100+ hours of their time drawing up the schedule. A very Sokka thing to do though.

Because hills often have horns. Great disguise.

You can't tell me that a factory that close to their town wouldn't also become the town's primary employer.

That is a lot of town.

I sense a return of preachy Katara. This episode is going to suck.

I'm with Sokka on this one. Buy fish, move on, defeat Firelord, return to help with environmental remediation if time permits.

I like Doc. And Shu. Nice people.

Writers: if you have to make one of your characters an entirely different person to set up the episode's lesson of the week, maybe the lesson doesn't fit your chosen characters. This is the Warriors of Kyoshi all over again. Funny how that's happened to Sokka twice.

We are all Sokka.

And where exactly did this mysterious painted lady get the food to deliver to the village, if the reason the Gaang stopped in the village in the first place was because they needed food?

Let the record show: I lost the last of my patience with this episode 8 minutes and 9 seconds in.

Waterbending healing has never thrown off that much light before. Even the spirit oasis water wasn't that bright.

Also where is the water she's healing with? Usually she has a big bubble of it.

Impersonating a religious figure. That won't end badly.

"Well I hope she returns every night otherwise this place would go right back to the way it was." YES!!!!!! THAT'S THE POINT!!!!!

What was Katara's plan? Forget about the eclipse, forget about fighting the Fire Lord, we're going to stay here for the rest of our lives so that the painted lady can put in a nightly appearance. THIS IS WHY SOKKA DOES THE PLANNING.

Spirit magic is more doing the worm than doing the wave. Good to know.

Bold of a kids' show to advocate for ecoterrorism.

Aang's like "Hey spirit lady! Here's my resume! Here's my connections on LinkedIn!" Why did Katara think that faking being a spirit within two feet of the bridge to the spirit world would be consequence free? Actually that presupposes that Katara thought. Which she didn't. Sokka does her thinking.

"I don't get to meet many spirits. But the ones I do meet, not very attractive." I am OFFENDED on Yue's behalf. And Sokka's. I guess Aang doesn't like Water Tribe girls after all.

"I guess I just became her." No. That's an excuse and a deflection. I don't want to hear it.

What was I saying about Aang and Katara enabling each others' bad tendencies?

Sokka is horribly out of character this episode, but Aang is as well. In what universe would Aang be so unbothered by Appa being sick, and then so unbothered by the reveal that Katara had been faking Appa being sick? Like, this is Appa. He nearly skinned a bunch of sandbenders over the guy. And he finds out Katara's been messing with him and calls her 'great' and 'a secret hero.'

So this factory, despite being operational 24/7, has no night staff, not even a night guard? Because if it does (which it absolutely does - automation is a problem for factories in our world, not the ATLA one), Katara and Aang just killed A LOT of people.

And so she follows up one short term solution with another short term solution, which causes a third problem she will no doubt solve with a short term solution. You think there won't be reprisals for the only obvious suspects to this industrial sabotage? You think they won't rebuild the factory?

Sokka was kidding when he said that the Spirit Lady had better blow up the factory, but not in the way Katara thought he was kidding. Katara thought he wasn't being serious. But Sokka was serious, in that blowing up the factory is as short term a solution as appearing every night. He thought the joke - exchanging one bad solution for another - was obvious.

Somebody's enjoying himself a little too much.

Unfortunately, serving as Exhibit A is the most Toph has had to do all episode.

It is cathartic to see someone finally call Katara on her nonsense. But I'll bet everything I own that the narrative is going to side with her anyway.

Welp. I won that bet.

"You need me." Correct! Katara unsupervised needs bailing out after five minutes. "And I will never turn my back on you." A much more realistic goal than never turning your back on anyone who needs you, and also Sokka summarised in one sentence. Impressive for an episode where they had to Flanderise him beyond recognition to make Katara somehow the good guy.

Oh for fuck's sake. It's not about having a heart. This late in the game it's pure damage control.

So that's where the Painted Lady's food came from. I guess Fire Nation factories count as pirates?

I like the jetskis. The seem far more stable than actual jetskis.

It never occurred to Katara to obscure the evidence even a little bit? At least rub some dirt on the emblem. Look at me assuming Katara has thoughts.

Actual reprisals for once. About time.

This kid is annoying.

Toph gets to be a haunted house sound effects machine.

That's awfully waterbendery for a Fire Nation spirit.

I don't buy for a minute that anyone would be able to stay perfectly upright and balanced after an air blast from below without extensive trampoline training.

This won't work. His superiors, or the next shift change, or the first recruit wanting to climb the ranks quickly, will rise to the challenge presented here by the "painted lady." And as soon as one FN attack goes unchallenged by the "painted lady," the village is toast. I give them a week, tops.

Kudos to some clever in-universe bending special effects. Doesn't save the episode though.

Katara's preachy speech here makes absolutely no sense in light of the rest of the episode. Scolding them for not saving themselves, when waiting around for someone to save them appears to have worked perfectly? And having little miss I-must-save-the-whole-world-on-a-weekly-basis-otherwise-my-sense-of-self-implodes deliver that scold?

Who are these people wearing the Gaang's skin?

Yeah, nothing screams undercover in enemy territory like an entire village knowing that you're a waterbender. Good thing the only competent tracker in the Fire Nation is Zuko, otherwise these kids will absolutely be dead long before the eclipse.

Hi Bushi! You're about the only part of this episode that doesn't drive me nuts!

At least the animators had fun with this one.

Is this guy mopping the river?

Exactly how many days did they take out of Sokka's schedule to restore the ecosystem? I don't care how overlevelled these kids are at bending, you cannot mechanically separate an entire river's worth of dirt from water in an afternoon.

Well that's just he piss icing on the shit cake, isn't it? It wasn't enough for Sokka to lose all reason and come around to Katara's very flawed way of thinking, it wasn't enough for Aang to call her a hero, it wasn't enough to have a village worshipping at her feet, Katara needs affirmations of how right and special and correct and perfect and morally justified she is from the spirit world itself. This is Mary Sue stuff.

Final Thoughts

This is the first time an episode of Avatar has felt like a waste of my time.

It's also the first time I've felt like an episode has gone out of its way to insult the audience.

Katara talking about how she knows what she's doing is wrong is worth absolutely nothing when a) she goes right back to doing it; and b) literally every other part of this episode trips over itself to assure Katara that she's in the right.

Katara is downright punchable this episode. Sokka is Flanderised; Toph is non-existent; Aang is just there; poor Appa is an unwitting accessory to crime; and Momo has as much impact as a housefly.

So the execs forgot about the existence of The Spirit World Part One and demanded a save the environment special episode. The writers responded by forgetting that they'd already established that Katara was ride or die for literally anyone with a pulse in Imprisoned, and gave us this to remind us of that fact. They also forgot that they'd already established that Katara has no moral code whatsoever the minute her personal interest is involved in The Waterbending Scroll, so they decided to recycle the "narrative sides with Katara endangering them all over Sokka being reasonable" plot from that episode and hope we wouldn't notice. We did.

At least with Imprisoned, Katara kind of sort of caused the problem that she fixed. She was super tangentially involved in that kid's arrest. Here, she causes problems by trying to fix problems that she didn't really have any business getting involved in.

The more of this I watched, the more I wanted someone to slap Katara. What I wouldn't give for an episode where she is wrong (has happened a lot) and the episode doesn't pretend otherwise (has never happened). For god's sake, LET HER BE WRONG AND FEEL IT. How else is she going to progress past being self-righteously fourteen? Why is she being so consistently insulated from consequences? Aang chooses power over family at the end of season two and gets actually murdered for it. Katara steals, lies, skirts dangerously close to being a false prophet and does a nifty little ecoterrorism (with Aang's help), and she gets villagers being a bit shouty before big brother comes in and fixes it. Then she gets divine sanction for her actions so even the shouty bit is negated.

There's an interesting contrast in Katara's "I will never turn my back on people who need me" and Sokka's "I will never turn my back on you." It shows which of the two doesn't have their head in the clouds, and has actually formulated realistic expectations of how much a single person can do. It also speaks to the fundamental difference in how they operate. Katara acts; Sokka mitigates. Sokka does Katara's thinking for her; Katara outsources her thinking and then gets pissed when rational thoughts don't conform to her emotions' view of the world.

Why haven't the villagers moved away? If the water was poisoning them this much, why are they still here? Was the early 2000s too early to have a theme of climate refugees? Or the pollution equivalent? That would have been more interesting than this.

I hated this. Why isn't this the episode that gets hated on like the Great Divide? Its sins are nothing compared to this.

Doc, Shu, and Bushi were the only good thing in this episode, but they weren't enough to make this one remotely rewatchable.

One out of Three so far on season three episode quality. No other season has had this bad a ratio this early. This does not bode well for the rest of this season.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #the painted lady

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Heat of the Moment -P.G

Summary: It wasn't a good match and when you try to comfort him, you end up in an argument

You grimaced in the stands once more looking at Real's third goal of the night. You heard the chantings of the Madridistas, their yellings of happiness, watching and feeling the Barça's agony.

They weren't in their mindset. Something got lost in the end of the first half and they didn't know how to get the control back, in fact, only losing it even more.

Maybe it was the fact they weren't pushing and defending like they should've, giving too much liberty to Kroos and Modric, you don't know but this was horrible, to watch and feel.

You were hoping they could at least get a single goal inside Real's net, blinding Courtois for a single moment, not letting this get too much.

Another goal came in but you didn't celebrated it, it was now Real's fourth goal and you sighed in defeat, watching your team lose tragically, what was even worse it was the fact that it was at Home.

Barça lost 0-4 at Camp Nou.

You were glad and finally felt happy for a moment when the referee whistled twice indicating the end of the match, but the sadness and the disappointment came in when you saw your boyfriend, Pablo, make his way towards the dressing rooms.

After a few minutes you went down to the dressing rooms waiting for Pablo who was probably being lectured by Xavi and showering. You sighed watching the results on your phone again, the 0-4 mocking you, mocking the culés and mocking the Barcelona team.

You could hear the cheers of the Madrid, their celebration, the music emerging from their dressing room while you waited.

The first one to come out was Xavi, who smiled lightly at you and you smiled back

"Que duro, ¿no?" You nodded lightly

"Sorry" He shook his head

"Pablo will be out at any minute, guapa. Thanks for the support" He said leaving a kiss on your hairline before leaving you slone once more.

You saw Koundé, Sergio, Kessié, Raphina and a few other players coming out, you hugged them and still congratulated them for their hard work and reassured them there will be another games. They all thanked you for your words and left

"Ya estaba saliendo del baño, Y/I" Raphina said making you nod lightly "He's mad"

"I can imagine" You said making them laugh lightly "See you guys" You waved them goodbye watching how Ansu, Balde, Pedri and both Torres were coming out "Hey" You greeted them with a light tone

"Hola bonita" Pedri smiled hugging you tightly "How are you?" You smiled nodding

"You?" He nodded clearly showing his discomfort with the big lost today

"Could've been better" Balde said as you sigh lightly

"We're all feeling that way. I can't even imagine how it must be for you guys" You said hugging him and Ansu

"Supporting your guy?" Ferran tried to lift the mood

"Always" You smiled making them giggle "Talking about him... Where's he?"

"He's here, amor" Your boyfriend's voice came in a light smile made to his face when he saw you

You walked over to him and hugged him tightly, you could see he was still made and was trying to play it up with the guys

"C'mon, let's go home" He said "All I wanna do right now is rest today's hell" He said winning a chorus of 'Yes''s

As soon as his arms came around you, they left and he started walking with Ansu, Balde and both Torres; leaving you with Pepi behind

"He'll get over this" He reassured you "Don't worry, you know how he is" You hum nodding "And mostly the fact that Vinicius provoked him a lot and got that he wanted pissed Gavi off" You hum

"I really thought Gavi was going to hit him" You said shaking your head "Even I wanted to" Pedri laughed lightly "He would have it deserved but it would be bad for Gav's" Pedri nodded

"Give him time" Pedri said "You know him better than anyone, try to reassure him, this hit us off in the worst way possible" You nod agreeing

You watched Pablo waiting at your car, you hugged Pedri goodbye and waved at the guys.

"Wanna go for a bit of McDonald's, baby?" You asked watching Gavi shake his head

"Home please" You nodded silently starting the car.

Something that reassured you a bit was the fact that Gavi searched for your hand that was resting in the gearshift and gave light touches to the back of your hand

You hoped he could cool down quickly because something that Pablo wasn't very good at was leave his anger at the stadium and instead bring it at home too.

The car ride at home was silent and heavy, you wanted to talk but were afraid of him exploding.

So you left the talking for when you guys were at home.

"Want me to run you a bath?" You ask lightly coming up behind him hugging him by the shoulders as he was sat forward watching a rematch of the game, his eyebrows were furrowed

"I already showered at the stadium"

"I know you did but I was thinking warm water, nice oils for you to relax, I can light up one of those scented candles you like, some-"

"I don't want to, amor" His hands gripped yours lightly before he untangled your arms from him. You sighed

"You shouldn't watch that"

"But I want to watch it" He said cutting you off once more, you sighed

"Are you hungry?"

"No"

"You gotta eat something" You said going to the kitchen

"I don't want to eat" That's the last thing you heard from him before disappearing into the kitchen to make some dinner for the two of you

You did some nice sandwiches, those Gavi always loves and never says no to. You knew he was just mad and that he needed time but you didn't liked the fact you could do something to help your boy and not make it.

You placed a plate on his lap watching how he rewatched over and over again the match

"I told you I'm not hungry"

"And I told you, you should eat some. You just ran for a whole 90 minutes side to side, you need energy" You sighed "And stop watching that, it's not good for you"

"What I need is you to stop trying to act like my mom! "He exploded "I'm fine, I'm okay, I don't need a bath, I don't need a massage, I don't need scented candles, I don't need to play videogames, I don't need anything!" He started raising his voice "Eating won't do me any good, right now, this..." He grabbed one sandwich waving it in your face "won't do me good. I'm fine just exactly like I am right now" He pushed the plate away from him "So stop being so annoying, stop sticking your nose in someone else business. You are just my girlfriend, not a damn nanny, I don't need anything else but reflect on what the fuck I did at tonight's match" He got up and left you sat on the couch

You were shocked, hurt and in disbelief. That motherf... Shaking your head you watched the untouched sandwiches, you sighed and went to prepare another ones. You put them inside a plastic packaging, grabbed your car keys, phone and headed outside. It was nearly midnight but you didn't care, both of you had to cool down. You needed it, you were sure if you stayed there you would end up having an argument and probably a break up.

You weren't the one to back down and neither was he.

You didn't know what time it was but you were laughing with your friends, you had turned down a little party at Josué's to go to the match and spent time with your boyfriend but seeing as how it turned out, you wanted to take your mind off of it.

"It was nice seeing you guys! Take care!" You said waving them while getting inside the car, you laughed at your friend's silliness when you closed your cars door you heard your phone ringing.

It was Pablo.

Your anger came back just by seeing his name. You answered

"What?"

"Y/N, thank god" You heard him say "Where are you, mi amor? I'm truly worried about you"

"Well you shouldn't be" You cut him off "After all, you're just my boyfriend, not my mom nor my nanny" Your heard him sigh

"Amor"

"I'm on my way" You said and hung up the call

It was 3.30am when you went back, the ride didn't lasted long. You took off your shoes and washed your hands

"Y/N" You heard Pablo said but you swiftly ignored him going to your shared bedroom "Please, I was truly mad, I'm sorry about what I said" He followed you and watched you grab your pijamas and soon your pillow "Where are you going?" You looked at him

"Do you even care? Stop being so fucking annoying and keep watching what the fuck you did wrong at the match" You were throwing his words back at him

"Mi vida, c'mon. Don't be like that, let's talk I was and am an asshole. You were just trying to help me out"

"Big mistake because I'm not your nanny"

"Y/N" He sighed "You gotta understand me"

"I do understand you, Pablo" You finally said "I do! You lost today, yes! But if I remind you, Barça is also my team, I lost and every fan of Barcelona lost too, I felt horrible watching that thing happen and not only that I also watched my boyfriend lose, I watched him lose terribly and I was not able to do something to help!"

"The least thing I thought on doing was to help him feel better at home, to talk to me about what happened, about how he felt, I knew that just a simple bath wasn't going to take everything away but I could at least get it off of your head for a while! I wanted to you relax and calm down but you were so worked up and that's such a big problem of you, Pablo!"

"You don't let your football anger inside the pitch, you carry it with you all the way home and then these stuffs happen! I don't mind the ranting because I'm here for you... But god! If I'm gonna try and help you and be rewarded with yellings and adjectives then it's better if I do nothing!" You shook your head, tears starting to go down

"Amor, estaba enojado"

"I was mad too, Pablo!" You said retracting your wrist from his touch "Yes, I bet it's nothing like you guys must have felt but I was also mad!" You shook your head "And still it's not a good reason why you treated me like that" Your eyes locked with his.

His beautiful chocolate eyes were at the verge of tears too.

"You waved a fucking sandwich in front of my fucking face as if nothing!"

"Bebé" Gavi pleaded "I was so blinded by my anger, I'm sorry" He grabbed your hand and you let him, he got closer to you "I'm sorry" He shook his head

"Yeah, I'm sorry too" You said "I'm tired, I'm gonna go and sleep"

"Please sleep here with me" He asked and you shook your head

"I don't really want to be next to you right now, Pabs" You murmured looking at him "Please" You asked as he softly nodded

"I'll sleep in the guest room?" You shook your head

"I'll sleep there" You said determinated

"Okay" He whispered "I'll be here if you need me, okay?" You nodded as he leaned down a bit to place a long kiss on your cheek as he hugged you by your waist

You smiled leaning a bit into him, you grabbed his face with your free hand and guided his lips to yours

"I love you" You said

"Y yo a ti" He wiped your tears away "See you in the morning?"

"Of course mi amor. See you in the morning" And with that you walked out of the bedroom

That night neither Pablo or you could sleep. He was still feeling guilty about the things he said and how he treated you when all you did was help and be there for him and he didn't had your warmth body to hold onto. You, you were so used to sleep with him that were missing aswell his warmth and also figuring out how could you tell him "You're forgiven" without actually saying it.

He hurted you a lot, yes, he didn't meant it but still.

It was 9am when you woke up, being able to fall asleep at 6am, you groaned; you showered, did your skin care routine and finally went out to eat since your stomach was asking for something; when you came down you smelled vanilla scent and there was some soft music playing in the background.

You went to the kitchen when you heard a soft hiss coming from it

"Joder" He said putting a sunflower into a vase and with a icepack wrapped on the back of his hand, he tried to pull out some tajadas fritas, you smiled.

You watched for a few seconds, seeing him be done with whatever he was doing and when he put his hands on his hips you wrapped your arms around his torso

"Morning" You said

"Buenos días" He said softly turning his head to kiss your hairline

"How'd you slept?" You ask lightly as he turned you around, you watched him sighing softly

"I've slept better" He said honestly as you nodded

"Same over here" You whispered

"I know it won't be the end of everything but I did your favorite breakfast as form of apology, I behaved like an asshole last night and I'm incredibly sorry about it, mi amor. But I'm promising you, it'll never happen again, I'll talk, cry, laugh and rant with you about everything but all of on-pitch anger will stay on the pitch, not dragging it into our house. I love you so much and I'm sorry" You smiled lightly

"It's all in the past now, young man" He broke in a smile "But don't do that ever again"

"I won't. Never will" You smiled pulling him by the neck for a kiss "Now, can I baby you and feed you some of this amazing food I made for the both of us?"

"You better do, Gavira" You giggled "I'm full on ready to be taken care of"

"Don't need to say it twice"

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[ellieluvr420]

Friends? Never. Pt.20 (Ellie Williams x reader)

MASTERLIST (and information about Palestine) Please read!

SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

20 chapters of this fic that has my whole heart whoopee! Tysm for the ongoing love on this fic, you all make my days!

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It was Saturday, the weekend had finally arrived, you and Ellie were looking forward to the day you had planned with Clem. You were going to take her to Joel’s for a little bit as he was always dying to see you all, maybe stop by the park and get some ice cream. It was a perfect day as the sun shone down and cast Jackson in a warm, golden hue; you’d miss summer when it left to be replaced by the cold, short days of winter. There was a certain beauty to winter in Jackson, the pillowy cover of white snow made the whole town look like a beautiful artwork but nothing could beat summer. 

You had all gotten ready and had breakfast together when there was a knock at the door. 

“Oh that can never be good.” You roll your eyes as you walk to the door. 

“Tell ‘em to fuck off whoever they are!” Ellie calls from the kitchen where she was cleaning Clem’s sticky hands from breakfast, you hear Clem’s high-pitched giggles as Ellie joins in, they were going to be the death of you but they never failed to make you laugh. You opened the door and the smile you were wearing immediately dropped as you came face-to-face with Maria whose face told you she had bad news. 

“Hi Maria, everything okay?” Ellie appeared behind you with a puzzled expression as her hand comes to rest on the small of your back. 

“Yeah everything’s fine but we need a last-minute cover on a patrol today, I’m sorry to ask because I know you’ve both been busy with training all week, but I need one of you to fill in on patrol today.” 

“I’ll go.” Ellie pipes up before you can even open your mouth.  

“Okay, thanks Ellie, be at the gates in a half an hour, you should be back by about two so it’s not a long one.” 

“Hold on a minute.” You interrupt before Maria can walk away. “Do you not think we should maybe discuss this first?” You snap at Ellie. 

“There’s no discussion, I’m going, end of.” 

“Who died and made you queen?” Maria backs away from the door slowly as your voice gets progressively angrier and she notes the scowls on each of your faces. 

“Whoever ends up going, be at the gates in half an hour!” She calls. 

“Yeah. Thanks Maria.” You call back sarcastically as you slam the door, following Ellie upstairs as she goes to retrieve her backpack.  

“Stop getting ready to leave! We haven’t even talked about this Ellie.” 

“I’m not talking about it, I’m going, what is so hard to understand about that?” 

“Why are you acting like you’re fucking in charge? We are partners Ellie, you don’t just get to make decisions for us.” 

“Why are you making such a big deal about this?!” 

“Because we have a fucking child! It’s not just us anymore Ellie, if you don’t come back I-” Tears spring in your eyes and she’s quick to rush over to you as her face softens. 

“Hey, hey, I am going to be fine. You heard Maria, I’ll be back by two. Next time, you can go but I’m going this time, okay? Have a nice day with Clem and when I’m back we can go to the pond.” She holds your cheeks and presses your foreheads together as you sniffle in defeat. 

“Please don’t break up. I need you both.” Clem’s voice that mimicked your nasally one sounded out behind you both causing you to spin and rush over to her, scooping her up in your arms and sandwiching her between you as Ellie. 

“Baby no, we’re not breaking up, we were just being silly! Mama and I aren’t going anywhere, pinkie promise.” You hold out your pinkie to her and she smiles as she interlocks hers with yours. 

“I will be back before you even notice I’m gone kiddo.” Ellie assures softly. 

“Pinkie promise?” Her little outstretched pinkie beckons Ellie’s. Pinkie promises had become very important to the three of you, especially Clem, they were her comfort and you both knew that. Ellie glances at you for a second with furrowed eyebrows before fixing a smile onto her face and pinkie promising Clem she’d be back, she genuinely meant it because there’s nothing she wouldn’t do to get back to both of you, it would be the only thought on her mind until she’s back with you. 

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“There they are! How are y’all doing? Where’s Ellie? Not avoiding me again is she?” Joel’s voice masked his anxiety well as Clem giggled and smiled and jumped into his outstretched arms but you noticed it, the insecurity, the panic, the vulnerability you rarely saw from him. You cast a sympathetic smile his way as he stepped aside to beckon you into his home. 

“No Joel, not at all. Maria came by this morning and said she needed one of us to go on patrol and Ellie being Ellie put her foot down and said she was going. She was annoyed she wouldn’t get to see you but you know what she’s like.” He chuckles and you beam as you see the worry in his eyes dissipate. 

“Sounds like Ellie alright. Well thanks for coming over anyway!” 

“Are you kidding? We’ve been looking forward to this all week, Clem hasn’t stopping going on about seeing you, swear she likes you more than us.” He blushes as his looks at the sweet girl in his arms like she’s an angel. You wondered what it’s like for him, to be around a mini-version of Ellie, though from the look of childish excitement on his face, it was all he could’ve asked for.  

“Clemmy, I’ve got a little surprise for you, you like surprises kiddo?” 

“Yes! Yes! Yes! What is ittttt?” Her excitement is palpable as she squirms around in his arms. You both chuckled at her glee as you followed Joel out to the garden, your mouth dropped open as you see the wooden playset standing tall complete with swings, monkey bars, a wall that she could climb up, and a see-saw. 

“I wanted to put a slide in but I couldn’t find any material that would work oh and don’t worry I varnished it all so no splinters I swear!” Clem hugged him tightly before jumping down from his arms and bounding towards the swings, he watches with stars in his eyes at the girl’s elation. You were completely stunned as you just stared at the set and Clem struggling to decide what to try first. “Do you like it? Is it too much?” His voice sounds next to you and you snap your head to face him as you wrap him in a warm embrace. 

“Joel this is so kind of you! We’ll never be able to get her to leave at this rate, you sure that wasn’t your masterplan?” You pull back and quirk an eyebrow at him comically. 

“Oh no you got me!” He plays along and you genuinely feel so much love for him, he had always been so good to you in your parents downfalls but to see him embrace Clem so sweetly, it made you feel warm, like you were glowing.  

You chatted with Joel as Clem ran herself rampant on the playset until she tottered over with a yawn and came to sit in your lap. “Oh is someone tired?” She nods as she leans into you and rubs her eyes, in fairness to her, she had been playing non stop for at least an hour, though you imagined it was longer than that as time always went quicker when you were with her, it was like you were hypnotised by her, completely entranced by the joy she elicited. “Hm well I guess that means you’re too tired for ice cream then right?” Suddenly her head pops up, her mouth dropped open and her eyes wide as she shakes her head vigorously. 

“No, no, I’m okay, I want ice cream... Wait, what’s ice cream?” You and Joel both laugh heartily at her confusion. 

“Wanna find out?” She nods her head and you beam at her before directing your attention to Joel. “Wanna come with us?” 

“Oh no I shouldn’t, I got stuff to do around the house but you have a nice time.” You both say your goodbyes, Clem hugging Joel extra tight and thanking him over and over again for the playset before you set off into town to get some ice cream with Clem. 

You pass the park and she sprints off towards it before stopping at the gate and begging you with those puppy-dog eyes she had mastered to go in. “My goodness, aren’t you all played out?” 

“Nuh-uhhh! Pleaseee can we go in, please please please.”  

“Of course we can baby, you can do whatever you want!” She jumps up and down before bounding towards the large slide that she goes down at least five times before she shows any sign of being remotely done. You watched and joined in when she beckoned you until she grabbed your hand and led you out of the park.  

“Can we get ice cream now please?” 

“For someone that doesn’t know what ice cream is, you sure want it don’t you?” You chuckle. “Of course we can get ice cream.” Her excitement at the unknown was refreshing as you squeezed her hand and led her towards the small cafe opposite the tipsy bison that did ice cream all throughout the Summer, you remember the first time you had it as a child and you couldn’t wait to share that with Clem. You both walked along enjoying the summer sun until you saw those two snide girls you had beaten up not all that long ago, snickering and pointing at you both. You were planning on ignoring them and hoping Clem didn’t notice but when you looked down at Clem and saw her saddened eyes looking up at you, you knew she had.  

“Mommy, why are they pointing at us?” You squeeze her hand and pull her closer to you. 

“Because they think you are just sooo cute they can’t help but point it out for everyone to see, you are that cute baby.” She smiles and you hope you can just walk past them without any drama but from the hateful sneers and the way their course changed directly towards you, you knew you were being naive. 

“How are they letting you freaks have kids now?” The blonde one snarked. 

“Poor thing, having dykes for parents.” The brunette one added. You swore you wouldn’t engage, you promised yourself you’d set a good example, but they took it too far, you open your mouth to spew a series of hateful comments, refraining from killing them in front of Clem because that was not an option unfortunately, but Clem beat you to it as she crossed her arms over her chest defensively while stomping her foot. 

“You shut up! You’re both ugly and smelly and my mommies are better than both of you!” She screeched and as they went to laugh she kicked them both in the shin causing them to keel over and hiss in pain. 

“You little bitch! Guess you do deserve them.” The brunette one groaned as she spoke. 

“Fuck off.” You spit at them as you scowl. 

“Yeah, fuck off!” Clem mimics you and suddenly you understood why Ellie found it so funny when Clem swore. You scooped her up and walked off leaving the girls still on the floor as you and Clem high-five with cheeky giggles. “Do I still get ice cream? I know it’s bad to swear.” She looks guilty and you can’t help but smile. 

“Oh, you get an extra big ice cream baby. But don’t tell mama I’m rewarding this because she will never let me live it down.” She giggles and nods as you walk into the cafe. You put her down and let her run over to the counter where Grace, the older woman who always worked there since you can remember was waiting and smiling. 

“Ice cream please!” She squeals. 

“What flavour honey? Vanilla, chocolate or strawberry?” Clem looks back at you clearly unsure of her answer. 

“All three please!” You answer for her and as she’s handed the cone with the scoops piled high, she looks like she’s one the lottery. “Thanks Grace.” 

“Thank you!” You both walk off to sit in a booth in the shop as she just stares at the cone.  

“You gotta lick it honey.” She makes an O sound with her mouth before beginning to devour the ice cream, ecstasy painted all over her face as well as ice cream that was now spread all over her cheeks, she even had a little streak on her forehead somehow. You watched as she savoured every last bit until she was only left with the cone. “You can eat the cone too.” She gasped and took a bite of the cone, barely giving herself a second to breathe as she delved into the rest of it until the only traces of the ice cream left was all over her face and hands. She stuck her palms out to you with a grimace as she chuckled. 

“I’m all sticky!” 

“Yeah, it looks like your face got more of the ice cream than your mouth silly! I’ll get some napkins and we can clean you up huh?” She nodded and you slid out of the booth to grab some napkins, returning to the messy kid and doting on her like she’s an extension of you because to you, she was. You each chatted about everything and nothing until you looked at the time and realised Ellie would be back soon. “Wanna go wait for mama to get back?” 

“Yes!” You both take your leave, saying goodbye to Grace as you exited before starting a slow stroll to the gates. You arrived just as they were closing and you spotted Ellie climbing down from Shimmer in a heartbeat, she was back and she was okay. As she spotted you, she handed one of the stable hands Shimmer’s reins and rushed over to you both, scooping Clem into her arms with a small wince and pecking your lips as you hugged them both. As you looked at her up-close, you noticed the black eye she was sporting as well as a few other bruises and cuts, her eyes tired and her body a little shaky. You wordlessly communicated as you took Clem from her arms and brushed a gently hand over her cheek. “You okay babe?” 

“Better now I’m back with you.” She kissed your cheek and as you heard a small sniffle from Clem you both looked at the now crying girl in concern. “Kiddo, what’s up?” 

“Are you gonna die?” 

“What? No baby, of course not. I promise I am just fine.” 

“But you look bad.” 

“Nothing like a kid’s honesty eh?” She flashes a lop-sided smile at you before pouting a little. 

“How about we go home and you can help me make Mama all better Clemmy?” 

“Okay.” She dragged out meekly before you all set off back home, Clem holding Ellie’s hand as you wrapped an arm around her waist to support her. She was okay but she was definitely tired as she limped subtly, you’d go to the pond tomorrow, today she needed to rest. 

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“Wanna help me put a band-aid on mama?” You had already cleaned Ellie’s cuts, Clem didn’t look quite so scared now as Ellie looked a lot better with the dried blood and grime gone but Clem still hid behind you slightly. You could tell Ellie was saddened by it as her eyes begged Clem to not be afraid, the whole scene was hard to watch. “Clem, why don’t you go get your markers for me hm? I’ll finish patching up Mama.” She nodded and ran off to get her markers as you squeezed Ellie’s hand. “You know it’s only because she’s worried about you right?” 

“She’s scared of me.” 

“She’s not babe. You’ll see, she just sees you’re hurt and she doesn’t like that, neither do I. I’m mad at Maria to be honest, I’m mad at Jackson, I’m getting sick of this shit.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I had a run-in with Petra and Suze again today, called us dykes in front of Clem, I feel suffocated in Jackson sometimes, I mean, this place is as close as it gets to normal these days and still there’s so much hate, just pisses me off.” 

“Sorry babe, are you okay?” 

“I’m fine, Clem kicked them both, I had to stop myself from falling over laughing.” 

“Oh my god she’s so much like me.” 

“I know, I thought the same thing.” 

“Poor you huh?” 

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world.” You press a sweet kiss to her lips as Clem walks back in the room with her markers. “Clemmy, Mama wants you to draw on her band-aids, you wanna do that?” She smiles and nods as she climbs into Ellie’s lap, cupping her cheeks with her small hands. 

“You promise you’re okay Mama?” 

“Pinkie.” They pinkie promise and Clem hugs her tightly before excitedly flicking through her coloured pens to draw on the assortment of plasters you had put on Ellie. Ellie’s face relaxes as Clem seemed back to normal around her and she smiled at you warmly as she held your hand, rubbing circles into your palm with her thumb. 

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[sidekick-hero]

Run Boy Run

It’s the summer of ‘86 and Steve should enjoy it like everybody else in Hawkins. They defeated Vecna, the Upside Down is closed for good (or so El says) and everyone he cares about is still alive, if a little bit worse for wear in the case of Max and Eddie. Steve should be fine, should feel safe, should act normal. But he isn't, he doesn't, he can't.

He has nightmares, every night, and sleeps four hours tops. They seep into his days, too, make his own mind a terrifying place. One day, when he's alone in that big, empty house of his, it becomes too much. He snaps. Barely manages to put on a pair of shoes before he's out the door, feet pounding on the asphalt, drowning out the loud screaming in his head.

It helps. He comes back an hour later, sweat-drenched and exhausted, and falls asleep on the couch before he can even get into the shower. Sleeps for seven hours straight, a record.

After that, he goes on runs more and more often. Buys actual running shoes when his Nikes won't do anymore. He's able to sleep after those runs, is able to let go some of the anxiety that's clawing at his insides. It quiets his mind and that's all Steve can wish for these days.

The first time he ends up at the trailer park is by accident. It's just close to the woods where he always ends up lately, tired of all the curious eyes on him when he runs through town. When he sees the familiar sight of it he slows down, contemplates just running past it, but his legs ache and his mouth is as dry as the dessert. Maybe Max is at home.

It's Eddie he finds instead, out on the trailer steps, smoking. Steve jogs over to him, a genuine smile at the sight of him. When Eddie looks up and sees him, his cigarette drops from his mouth.

"What a sight for sore eyes, Harrington. Want to relive the old jock days?" He asks with a playful glint in his eyes.

Steve shakes his sweaty hair like a dog at Eddie in retaliation. "Shut up, Munson. Running is a great way to exercise.”

“Pffft, the only reason to run is away from something.”

“If you say so. Hey, could I get water before running back? It’s hot today.”

Eddie looks him up and down, bare legs up to his upper thighs, his running shorts and the sweat drenched shirt clinging to his torso.

“Sure is, Big Boy. Gimme a sec, I’ll get you something.”

He comes back with a bottle of water and a towel. Steve takes the bottle and gulps half of it down as if he had never had anything better in his life. It certainly feels like it right now. Satisfied, he pours the remaining water over his head to cool the rest of him.

He uses the towel Eddie gave him to wipe his face, and as he lowers it, he finds Eddie staring at him with a dazed expression, mouth slightly open, eyes unblinking.

He throws the wet towel in Eddie's face and cackles at the indignant stutter.

"You asshole! See if I ever help you in your time of need."

Steve just smirks at him over his shoulder, ready to start the long run back. "You looked like you were in need too, Munson. To wipe up the drool.”

Before Eddie can say anything in return, Steve is off at a brisk pace, feeling smug and invigorated.

Despite Eddie's threat, he gets Steve some water and a towel the next time he stops. And the next. And the one after that. It becomes a routine, the trailer park becoming his regular pit stop, his safe haven to refuel. Eddie is always waiting for him with water and a towel, sometimes a granola bar, and always a blinding smile and a flirty one-liner.

"Just looking at you, Harrington, makes me sweat."

"Maybe you should lose some layers, Munson. How've you not had heatstroke?"

"If you want to see me shirtless, all you have to do is ask, sweetheart."

The nightmares and anxiety attacks don't magically go away just because Steve starts running, but he is getting better at dealing with them. They become more manageable, less frightening.

Things are finally looking up, which is why he's unprepared for a particularly bad nightmare on an ordinary Monday night. He falls asleep on the couch, watching a few reruns, and wakes up to the sound of his own screams, images of snapping bones and oceans of blood flooding into his mind.

He's on the verge of a panic attack, feeling his windpipe tighten and his lungs burn. So he does the only thing he can think of — he runs. He doesn't even change into his running clothes, just puts on his shoes and sprints out of the door.

It's not like his usual runs, because this time he just doesn't stop. He runs until there is nothing left in him but the pounding of his feet on the ground, the aching legs, and the dizziness that comes from exhaustion.

In the end, though, his feet carry him to the only safe place he knows, just as the sun begins to set.

The scene is reminiscent of their first meeting here, Eddie on the steps of his trailer having a smoke, and the sight at last calms something in Steve, gives his mind something else to concentrate on, something other than death and blood and sorrow.

Eddie looks up at the sound of approaching footsteps and is on his feet in seconds, stumbling toward him before he's even fully upright.

"Jesus Christ Harrington, you look like you could keel over any second." Which is exactly what Steve does, his legs giving way and his body being caught by Eddie's arms around him before he hits the ground.

"Steve, hey, man, what the fuck? What happened?" They're both on the ground. Steve's in Eddie's arms, his legs folded under him. His legs hurt, but the pain is a distant sensation, like it's not his own. He’s cold, skin clammy and he feels nauseous. Eddie looks at him with big, worried eyes and Steve tries to stand up again, to show Eddie that he's okay.

He manages, but only because Eddie is shouldering most of his weight.

"Nightmare. It was bad. Real bad. So I just... Started running. I don't know how long? Just couldn't stop. Not until I saw you."

"Okay," is all Eddie says before he leads Steve into the trailer, almost carrying him as if Steve weighs nothing. Eddie is stronger than he looks, and the thought nestles deep in his mind, ready to be examined later.

Inside, Eddie sets him down on the couch. "Stay here, I'll get you something to drink."

He returns with water and dextrose, hands both to Steve and tells him to take slow, small sips or he'll get sick. At Steve's questioning look at the dextrose, Eddie shrugs and mumbles something about stocking up for his weird jock friend.

"How do your legs feel?" Eddie sits down on the couch next to him and Steve sips his water, already feeling a little better. When he touches his leg it hurts like hell, the muscles are too tense under his sweatpants.

He looks up at Eddie and says, "Sore. And stiff, like moving it will make it worse."

And then he does just that, lifting his bent leg and screaming in pain as his thigh immediately begins to cramp. He tenses up all over, tries to stand up, knows that moving the muscle helps with leg cramps, but apparently not this time. This time the other leg cramps as well.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! It hurts." He falls back on the couch and presses both hands to his legs, trying to knead away the contracting knots in his thigh muscles, but to no avail.

Then Eddie is there, pushing him backwards and down on the couch, taking Steve's legs in his lap, pulling down Steve's sweat soaked sweatpants to get a better grip and starting to massage the leg closest to him. Steve reaches for the left one and presses down on it again, can't really get a good grip on it, but the pressure is enough to get the muscles to relax a bit.

Eddie's hands are sure, precise. He expertly massages along the cords of the muscles, starting with firm strokes to warm them up and get the blood flowing again. Next, he begins to knead the muscles, first lengthwise, then across. Steve feels the tension seep out of them, the muscles loosen and the pain subsides. The feeling is heavenly and he composes odes to Eddie's hands in his head.

Satisfied with how Steve's thigh muscles have softened in his capable hands, Eddie moves to the left, giving it the same treatment. Steve leans back on the couch, exhausted from the pain, from his run, from the nightmare that brought him here in the first place. He's tired, so tired. The repetitive movement of Eddie's hands on his legs soothes his mind like the equivalent of white noise.

"Where did you learn to do this?" His tongue feels heavy in his mouth and his eyelids keep dropping, but he has to know. Eddie keeps surprising him and Steve can't get enough.

Eddie's hands pause on his sweaty skin and Steve wonders if he said something wrong, wants them to go on, is already addicted to the way they feel on his body.

They continue when Eddie answers his question, his voice soft, careful. "There's this book I found in the library. And it talked about cramps and what to do about muscle strain and overexertion. Just. I remembered what it said when I saw you."

Steve blinks at him, once, twice, before asking, "A book? What book? Why would you read about muscle strai - Oh." Eddie ducks his head, hiding behind strands of his curly hair. "You read a book about running for me." It's not even a question.

Eddie doesn't say anything, which says more than enough, and continues to massage Steve's thighs before moving down to Steve's calves. He kneads the muscles there with the same devotion and Steve melts into the cushions beneath him. Now that the pain is gone, he can enjoy the feeling of firm hands lathering his body with attention.

As Eddie's hands move back up his legs, it feels less like a massage and more like a massage. The touch feels less functional, more sensual, purposeful in a different, exciting way. He feels blood rushing not only to his relaxing muscles, but to other places as well. Steve can't bring himself to care, even though he knows his arousal will soon be visible in his boxers. They've been dancing around each other for months, their flirting all bark and no bite.

He hopes that changes now.

Eddie's hands reach his thighs again, and Steve knows the moment when Eddie sees that Steve's half-hard by his hitching breath and clenching hands. He looks up at Steve's face and his eyes are wide, pupils already dilated, giving him a wild look. A hungry look.

"Steve?" Almost a whisper.

Steve has been running away from his nightmares, his fears, for weeks, but maybe, just maybe, he has also been running towards something.

Toward this.

“You read a book about running for me.”

“I did.”

“You wait for me, every day, to stop by. You take care of me.”

“I do.”

Steve has been running towards them.

“You want to touch me.” They both know he doesn’t mean a massage.

“I do. So bad, Steve. Want to touch you so bad.”

He's been running toward Eddie all along.

“I want you to. Please, Eddie. Touch me.”

It’s all the invitation Eddie needs. He yanks down Steve’s boxers and Steve holds his breath, waits for Eddie’s hand on him.

He gets Eddie’s mouth instead and can’t help the “Fuck,” he almost screams at the sensation of wet heat around the sensitive head of his cock.

His legs are still in Eddie’s lap and the angle is kind of awkward, must be hell on Eddie’s back, but the guy is not only surprisingly strong, but also flexible. He bends over Steve’s legs, his hands on Steve’s hips to hold him still as he swallows down Steve’s dick like it’s his favorite meal.

Steve’s hands find their way into Eddie’s wild mane, burying themselves in the silky strands. There is not much he can do but hold on for the ride.

It’s messy, it’s desperate and downright filthy how Eddie chokes himself on Steve’s dick, swallowing him down until he can bury his nose in the coarse hair at the base of Steve’s considerable length. Steve feels Eddie’s throat constrict around it, feels him gag as it hits his palate, but Eddie doesn’t stop, just encourages Steve with wet, pleading eyes and his hand gripping Steve’s where it’s buried in Eddie’s hair to fuck his mouth.

Steve moans at that, mind blown by the sheer hotness that is Eddie Munson. “You sure?” he still has to ask, has to make sure, holds himself back until he sees Eddie nod, feels him tap Steve’s hip once, twice, three times and knows that’s how Eddie will tell him to stop if it gets too much.

Another broken moan rips from Steve’s throat as he starts to slide his dick in and out of Eddie’s throat. He starts of slow, tries to savor the feeling even if his leg protest under the strain. Eddie moans around him, the vibration doing nothing for his already thin self-restraint, hips speeding up without Steve wanting them to. It’s just. It’s too much, too good, Steve too keyed up already.

“God, Eddie, shit. So good. So hot. I’m close, so close, please, can I come in your mouth, please,” he babbles, brain-to-mouth filter fried by the hottest blowjob he’s ever gotten. Eddie hums at his request, thumb stroking over his hipbone and eyes locking with Steve’s in a silent plea to do just that.

It only takes four more thrusts for Steve to lose it, to bury himself deep inside of Eddie’s throat while he comes harder than he can remember. It seems to go on forever, the cum dripping out of Eddie’s mouth and into Steve’s lap despite Eddie’s best efforts to swallow it all. When it gets to be too much, the pleasure turning into pain at the overstimulation, he cups Eddie’s cheek, presses his thumb to the corner of Eddie’s mouth where it’s stretched wide by Steve’s dick.

Eddie gets the hint and lets Steve slide out of his mouth, licks his lips, tongue catching on a stray drop in the corner of his mouth and it’s so hot Steve wishes he could get hard again this soon.

“Fuck, that was hot, Harrington.” Eddie’s voice is raspy, fucked out and Steve loves the sound of it.

“You just had my dick in your mouth. Call me Steve, okay?”

Eddie grins. “Fuck, that was hot, Steve,” he says and captures Steve’s lips in a searing kiss.

As Steve slides his tongue into Eddie’s mouth and tastes himself, he thinks that they could add this to their routine. He would like that very much.

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A little self-indulgence from a passionate runner who just wants to see Steve in his tiny shorts again (I miss you S2!Steve).

As usual, thank you so so much to @legitcookie and @yournowheregirl for your unending support, great cheerleading and pep-talking as well endless supply of ideas. This would still be just a thought in my head without you 🫶

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#steddie ficlet #steddie #stranger things ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #my writing #nsft #PWP

[jessicas-pi]

multiple boom emojis = i can send mulitple asks, right? 😁

📕

i have literally never said no to another ask so. yknow. yeah absolutely.

Okay for this one i've got this AU that's been bouncing around in my head since i went through a brief yet intense korkie obsession a few days ago.

I call this the Korkie And Ahsoka's List Of Lies AU.

basically: after Satine's death, Korkie steps up to lead a faction of New Mandalorians who basically decide WE'RE GONNA HAVE PEACE, DANGIT!! It seemed like a great idea... except... Korkie is seventeen and has no idea how to run a nonlethal-but-not-exactly-pacifistic-either revolution.

And then he thinks... hey... wasn't Ahsoka just kicked out of the Jedi order? Maybe she'd want a job as his advisor...

So some of his friends go to coruscant and find Ahsoka and basically recruit her. She goes to Mandalore and cheerfully reunites with her old friend, and they get down to business to defeat the death watch.

Ahsoka, who doesn't have lightsabers, starts training with a pair of beskar blades. it's a difficult transition because beskar weighs a lot but lightsaber blades weigh nothing. Eventually she figures it out and she gets really good at it and several Mandalorians get crushes on her because She's So Cool!!!!

Korkie also finds her some armor. she looks even more fabulous now. more mandalorians get crushes on her.

The New New Mandalorians move to take back Mandalore. Ahsoka duels Maul with her beskar swords and wins and even more mandalorians get crushes on her. she's officially a celebrity heartthrob at this point.

She plans to leave afterwards, but Korkie asks her if... maybe... she could stay?

Ahsoka agrees.

Now, here's the thing.

Korkie is technically a clan leader now. Ahsoka owns the darksaber by right of combat. they decide it would work best if they co-ran Mandalore.

They make this announcement standing side-by-side, and the picture of it makes the news.

On Coruscant, Anakin happens to glance at the cover of some Mando'a gossip magazine and sees the photo.

Anakin cannot read Mando'a.

Anakin does not know what the headline says.

Anakin assumes they got married.

Now, Anakin has been having bad dreams lately. He's very worried about Padme, and their unborn children. But he's also too distracted by thinking ahsoka??? snips??? My Padawan??? got married??? do i send her a card??? do i call to tell her congratulations??? to pay attention to palpatine's tale of Plagueis the Wise. He completely spaces it out.

Anyway, padme ends up giving birth just fine, and Anakin is so relieved but also really worried about telling Obi-Wan (who ALREADY KNOWS) and so anakin decides he's just. he's gonna pay a visit to ahsoka on mandalore.

so he goes and meets Ahsoka and congratulates her on her marriage... in front of a bunch of people.

suddenly rumors are FLYING that the co-mand'alors got married in secret somehow. Korkie and Ahsoka quickly consult each other on what to do and they prepare a whole speech announcement about the misunderstanding when suddenly an aide runs up and tells them that apparently, mandalorians love a love story, because they're seeing a huge spike in popularity! even with other factions of Mandalorians!

Korkie and Ahsoka share a look.

"Are we thinking the same thing?"

"We're thinking the same thing."

Korkie and Ahsoka stay up all night rewriting their announcement and practicing their "sappy happy in love" faces (and getting the giggles because of it.) They get korkie's friends--Lagos, Soinee, and Amis--to help them out. none of his friends are actually helpful and they all give conflicting advice.

The announcement goes well (barely. ahsoka almost got the giggles again.) and the mandalorian people are suitably convinced of the love story.

Given Ahsoka's popularity, the Mandalorians become interested in her family as well, and a few notice a slight resemblance between Korkie and Obi-Wan, but there's no big deal until someone unearths that Obi-Wan and the Duchess were in love once.

The rumor mill explodes.

Mandalorians don't really have a problem with the idea that obi-wan's grandpadawan may have married his secret son; given that korkie and ahsoka are separated by two "adoptions" (padawanships) and weren't raised as family or anything. In fact, they find the connection between the two of them to be kind of romantic. like, star crossed lovers were kept apart yet the next generations found a way back together... anyway, it's yet another popularity boost.

but here's the thing.

Korkie isn't a Kenobi.

Korkie knows he's not a Kenobi.

Korkie could even prove he's not a Kenobi.

But... why ruin the dramatic romantic tale that the people of Mandalore have invented?

So Korkie Is A Kenobi gets added to the list of Things We're Pretending Are True (aka the List Of Lies in the title), alongside Korkie And Ahsoka Are Married and Korkie And Ahsoka Are Responsible Adults.

Which they aren't. at all.

In fact, they're a pair of almost-eighteen-year-olds (is that pretty young to be getting married? yeah, definitely, but wookiepedia says that mandalorians married as young as 16 so we're gonna assume it's not considered too young on Mandalore) who have realized that for the first time in their lives, they don't have adults telling them what to do, and while they do have to responsibly rule mandalore, that doesn't mean they can't be wildly immature in their free time.

They have water gun fights inside the palace. They text each other dumb dad jokes during long, boring meetings. They jump on the beds. They have really unhealthy sugar-filled cereal for breakfast. They dress up in cheesy superhero costumes and sneak out at night to do heroic vigilante work. Soinee helps them set up a secret Space Tumblr account called korkie-kenobi-truther and they post korkie kenobi memes.

All is well...

Except for the fact that Palpatine is still alive and nobody knows he's the Sith lord.

That is gonna be an issue.

...to be continued, because this got really really long oh my goodness i totally got carried away i'm sorry about that-

#thank you for the ask!! #star wars au #ahsoka tano #korkie kryze

[itsnothingofinterest]

Hey, Hope you're having good Holidays? 👋

Do you think there's going to be a big twist coming up in bnha?

Or maybe a twist big villain or something?

Because all the other villains have been taken out of commission and there's still doesn't seem to be any way for deku to save/defeat shigaraki. (Nothing that we've been shown so far.)

Because shigaraki does seem to be more powerful than deku and even if they do FINALLY start talking, deku seems to be in the same place 'ideal wise' as he was several arcs ago.

Like what could deku say that could prove his point (not that he really has much of a point, as he still hasn't really even thought about trying to fix hero society's giant flaws) to shigaraki now?

Even more, what could deku do, since he's still focusing on the crying child inside shigaraki and not what made the crying child?

Well my answers about the same as it's been for a long while now; I agree Deku's not in the right headspace to save Tomura and probably can't cram the character development to get into that headspace in at the last second before/during his metaphorical final exam here. He still needs to further develop his own views on things if he wants to challenge & change Tomura's views. Maybe Deku could convince him the entire country's not a lost cause and he shouldn't destroy it within a few chapters, but there's a massive gap between that and actually saving him the way we usually mean. The fact the other villains have not really been saved either so far doesn't really help my opinion of Deku's chances.

So yes I do expect a big twist and, same as ever, I expect that twist to be that this is not the final arc and we'll get a My Hero part 2 after Hori takes a long break. It's basically the only real meaningful twist I can think of at this point that'd resolve this time conflict without rushing resolutions that should not be rushed. Especially with Kurogiri (& maybe Machia if he’s alive) still left as dangling plot threads that could potentially recover the villains.

(Though I would not hate it, half just because I think it'd be funny, if the HC president came out of nowhere to reveal she survived clone-stro and is taking over as big bad so that Deku...idk, reevaluates the system he's protecting or something.)

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Although while we're discussing where Deku is, ideal-wise, I have been meaning to go over my current criticisms with him for a bit; which to discuss below a cut:

Is mainly that he’s kind of just All Might again. He's like All Might in nearly every way that counts and his only aspiration is to be All Might 2 and save everyone he can like All Might did. I mean I’ve seen people sometimes say "no Deku’s totally different and better than All Might in this or that way" but those ways often seem to assume All Might was a lot worse, less kind, and more independent than he really was.

(And also that Deku is less independent than he really is; just compare this arc to Kamino, where they both work alongside their hero peers...until they feel the need to take on the final boss 1v1.)

Like, as someone critical of the hero society All Might built, I’ll bet I often come off as thinking All Might wasn’t a good hero. But that’s not so, I think All Might did the best he could have done, and moreover the best anyone could’ve done trying to fix things the way he did. I doubt anyone could've hero'd much better than him. If Deku were sent back in time to replace All Might, the best he could’ve done is about what All Might did. And if All Might faced all the hurdles Deku has, at the same power level for each, I believe he’d have managed at least as happy an ending to every arc.

So the great hurdle of this all is: All Might was the greatest hero he could possibly have been...but he also wasn't enough. The various ways the League were driven to villainy to form the group at all is proof of that. And that's why a rehash sequel to him won't be enough either. I understand why Deku and everyone else admires All Might, but he can't be doing the same things expecting much better results. If he does, then even if he does save Tomura here in the same way the rest of the League has been "saved" so far (a tall order already when Tomura's made clear he doesn't want another All Might), I fear he'll just face another League led by another Tomura in the future; another Tenko who was failed by Deku this time.

#Hope you're having nice holidays too btw. #bnha #shigaraki tomura #gigantomachia #kurogiri #toga himiko #dabi #spinner #redestro #paranormal liberation front #PLF #midoriya izuku #class 1a #all might #hero society #hero public safety commission #my stupid long term predictions

[familyvideostevie]

Can you write some Steve Harrington fluff fic where Dustin and the reader decide to throw an impromptu dance party for the Party to blow off some steam after Vecna and Steve is just so in love with her that they're in their own little world when she gets him to dance with her? You can decide if they’re a couple yet. BTW I LOVE your writing, you've got a real talent and I look forward to whatever comes out next <3

you are so kind, sweet! thank you for requesting this and being so patient, i know it's been days!! i loved writing it and i really got carried away and need to stop fussing with it. i went for friends to lovers bc, how could i not, and let's pretend they defeated vecna and everyone is fine <3 | 2.5k, fluff, friends to lovers, fem!reader

"Do you ever actually sell anything in here?" Dustin says in lieu of a greeting. He barges into the record store where you work, but no other members of the crew pour in behind him. Worry settles at the base of your spine out of habit. Is someone in trouble? Why is he alone?

"Hi, Dustin," you chirp, trying to sound unbothered. He comes right up to the counter and plants his hands on it so he can lean across and into your space.

"I think we need to have a Party party." He's as serious as you've ever seen him, but you have no idea what he's talking about.

"I'm not buying you booze, Dustin," you say slowly. "And why did you say party twice?" He throws his hands up in the air and backs away, starting to pace. Clearly you've missed something important.

"No, no, not like that! Jesus, use your brain, would you?"

"Hey--"

"I mean like, a party for the Party. And you and the other...elders can come, too." Your eyebrows raise, but the anxiety starts to disappear. So, a normal problem, then.

"Elders? You sure you want my help?"

"God, you and Steve hang out too much, you're both impossible--"

"Dustin." He rolls his eyes but stops pacing.

"Okay, sorry." He even sounds like he means it. "Listen. It's been a month since Vecna but I think everyone is still kind of...shitty." You soften even more, knowing he's right. Steve has nightmares most nights, and you know Max has only just started to take her headphones off when she's not with Lucas and Erica. Nancy has taken up running, for chrissakes. You know Robin is never going to set foot in the lake again. Even Dustin, who has stepped up immeasurably to control the group morale, has to call Eddie almost every night to see if he's okay. The return of the Byers and El has helped a little, but things are still tough. And they will be for a long time.

"What do you have in mind?" you ask him. He launches into plan mode.

"We could make it a surprise, but that means you can't tell anyone. Even Steve." You hum an agreement, tapping your fingers on the table. As your best friend, Steve knows everything about you -- well, almost everything. Maybe not one big thing. But that's not the point.

"You're going to tell Steve, aren't you," Dustin says flatly.

"I'm going to tell Steve," you admit, shrugging. You don't feel even a little bad about it.

"Damnit! Love sucks," he moans. You open your mouth to protest but he waves you off. "Yeah, yeah, you and Steve are just friends, I've heard it before. He'll tell everyone, so scrap the surprise."

"It's better if we plan this with help, Dustin," you chide. "Steve will help, I'm sure. I'll call and tell him it'll be at his house tonight and we'll get some snacks and you just tell everyone it's happening. Okay?" You know Steve won't mind, even if it's movie night for you two. He hardly refuses you anything, especially if it's to do with the kids. Dustin nods enthusiastically and you flush out a few more details before he runs out of the store, this mission on his mind.

You call Family Video as soon as he's gone, twirling the chord around your finger and trying not to be overwhelmed with how fond you feel of this family you've found. The line rings once, twice, before your favorite voice in the world sounds on the other end.

"Family Video, this is Steve, how can I help--"

"Hi," you say, mirth curling in your chest at his customer service tone. You don't even let him say hi back, launching into a recap of what has just occurred and what you need him to do.

"God," he groans once you're done. "I can't even be shitty about that. It's a great idea, even if it wrecks movie night. You just owe me two movies next week, 'kay?" You hear Robin say something in the background that sounds suspiciously teasing before Steve tells her to shut up. "Robin is in, too, she heard it all. I'll grab you once I'm done here and we'll go to the store. Gotta go though, customers!"

You hang up and don't bother hiding the smile on your face, beaming into the empty store. And there it is, the biggest, most important secret you've ever kept from Steve: you're in love with him. You don't even know when it started, when being his friend grew into something deeper, something unshakable. But you've carried it around long enough to know how to work with it, to quiet the explosions in your brain when he looks at you, to keep your cool when you're next to him, when he touches you. Maybe someday you'll tell him -- you almost did in the days before Vecna, but then things happened so fast and all you could focus on was keeping him alive. And that ended up being harder than you wanted.

There were moment that week when you thought you knew for sure that Steve loved you, too. Well, he does love you, you know that. But in the same way, in a I-want-you-forever kind of way. The way he held you, the way he was manic, out of his mind when you were hurt even though he was bleeding just as much. The way you slept in his bed for days after because he didn't want to let you out of his sight. Yeah, Steve Harrington loves you. Maybe someday he'll say it. For now, you are content to thrum with love for him, to circle each other like planets in orbit.

The day flies by and before you know it you're closing up and Steve is waiting for you, pretty as anything in the fading light of spring where he sits in his car.

"Hey stranger," he calls.

"Hey yourself," you say, climbing into the passenger seat. "Where's Robin?"

"Dropped her off already so she could get dig out her tapes and some other shit, I guess. We'll get her on the way back to my place." You glance in the backseat and find it mostly full of bags from the grocery store, chips and cookies and sodas poking out of the plastic.

"Got off early so just went to the store real quick." He shrugs as if it's not a big deal for him to always be the one taking care of things. But that's what Steve does -- he sees needs before they exist and he rises to meet them. He's always there when it matters, whether it's for a ride or a fight or a smile. He asks you about your day and you don't take your eyes off of him as he drives to your house so you can grab your things. It's not even a question that you'll spend the night at his. Honestly, tonight might turn into a big sleepover anyway.

When you get there, your parents aren't home so you head upstairs without delay, Steve trailing behind you. He sits on your bed and looks at your room, the room he's seen hundreds of times, but loves to catalogue because it's another piece of you.

"Wanda came in again today to ask for Top Gun," he tells you. "I tried to explain that we don't carry tapes that aren't even out in theaters yet, but she didn't believe me."

"Poor woman just wants to see Tom Cruise as much as you do, Steve," you joke. You open and close drawers and try to decide if you want to change or not.

"Can't blame me! And you said you'd go see it with me as many times as I want." His voice is fond, like he knows you'd do just about anything he wanted as long as you got to do it together.

"Ugh," you groan. "Maybe I'll just wear this. I don't know why I'm changing anyway."

"You look pretty," Steve says. His voice is soft but you hear his words as loud as if he'd shouted them.

"Oh?" He's leaning back on his hands, polo pulling tight across his chest. His eyes are bright, mouth quirked at the side. This is it, you think. It's happening,

"Well, yeah. I have eyes that have looked at you almost every day for years. Think I'd know that by now." A blush creeps onto his cheekbones, a dusting of pink so delicate you want to run your fingers over it. So you move to do just that, stepping into the space between Steve's legs. He puts his hands on the back of your thighs automatically, palms warm through your jeans. You love him so much you could just stand there forever, looking at him, being near him, and have it be enough. His lips part just a little, his eyes soft, and you reach a hand to cup his jaw when the phone rings.

"Christ," he says, thumping his head into your stomach before letting you go. You laugh, giddy from the moment even if it's unfinished. Almost of its own accord, your thumb brushes across the top of one of his cheekbones, right over the blush. The phone rings again and you grab it. Dustin's voice rings out on the other line, telling you that everyone is going to be at Steve's in less than an hour.

"So stop flirting, or whatever you must be doing, and get your shit together," he grinds out before hanging up. You hold the receiver in one hand, open mouthed as you turn back to Steve.

"Did you hear that?" you scoff. "The nerve!"

"Such a dick," he grumbles, standing from the bed. "Alright, we've got a party to setup and shitheads to please." His step falters on his way out like he's hesitating, and then he turns back to you. He comes at you so fast you don't have time to react before you feel his lips on your forehead, featherlight, and then he's out of the room again.

__

As soon as you get to his house, Robin crammed into the backseat with all of the snacks, you go absolutely nuts on Steve's first floor. You stand on chairs to hang up the streamers and balloons Robin found in her basement as Steve fills every bowl he can find with the snacks and calls to order some pizzas. Robin sets her stack of tapes next to the silly stereo system Steve's parents have and puts on Blondie first and before you know it the front door is open and the kids are spilling in, Nancy and Jonathan and Eddie on their tails. You hover at the edge of the room, watching all of these people you love let loose a little.

Lucas tries not to hover as Max talks to Erica, but you see her looking up every few seconds to find him. Mike and Dustin are showing him some kind of line dance while El and Will sit on the floor and watch. Robin and Eddie throw popcorn into each other's mouths as Nancy and Jonathan try to snatch the kernels out of the air. And Steve? Steve is on the other side of the room already looking at you. In every room, crowded or empty, he's always looking at you. And he looks so happy and relieved that you want to have him in your arms right this second.

Robin switches the tape and it's so upbeat that everyone gets up to dance, snacks abandoned, and laughter bubbles up in your chest. You wiggle your eyebrows at Steve and he rolls his eyes but makes his way to meet you on the living room floor, the kids yelling with joy as he starts to sway, starts to shimmy. As soon as he's close enough you grab him and make him dance with you, flailing and looking absolutely out of your minds.

Then he grabs your waist and your hand and parades you around the room in a sloppy waltz and even though you're surrounded by your small family you know you have your home in your arms. The music is loud and everyone is singing and laughing but you hear Steve as clear as if it was just the two of you as he laughs in your ear. The song changes and he takes the chance to pull you into the kitchen to catch your breath. You hop on the counter, breathing a little labored, and he moves right away to stand between your legs. Just like you did to him in your bedroom.

He's a little flushed and you are too, eyes bright as you just stare at each other, absolutely giddy. His hands fall to your thighs and he parts his lips.

"Stevie," you say, right as he says, "I--" He grins. You feel on top of the world when he looks at you like that. He taps your knee, a gesture for you to go first. You bring a hand up to his warm face and he leans into your touch.

"I love you, Steve. You know that? I am so in love with you." It's easy as anything to tell him, to finally let loose the one secret you have. Because you know that it'll be alright. If there's one thing you know, it's that you're safe with Steve Harrington.

You didn't think it was possible for him to look happier but he makes a punched out sound, something so joyful you feel it in your bones. He's beaming at you, nuzzling into your hand as he brings his own up to cover it.

"God," Steve breathes out. "God, baby." The endearment sounds so sweet in his mouth, like it was a word he made up just for you. "I've loved you for so long. I love you."

You pull him forward, wrapping your arms and legs around him as if you could fold him into you, as if you could become one person.

"I didn't know I could be this happy," you whisper into his hair. "I didn't know we would ever get here. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before." You can hear laughter from the living room, can feel the happiness thick in the air like a fog. It's both a big moment and a small one, these confessions of yours. Like a train pilling into the station after a long journey that you've slept through, dreaming of something wonderful, only to find it waiting for you on the platform.

"S'okay, cause now I know. Might've always known. And here we are," he says, breath hot on your earlobe. "Went through hell and this is on the other side." He pulls back from you and cups your face. He's holding you like he's done hundreds of times before, but it feels different somehow. It feels bigger.

"Gonna kiss you now, okay?" You nod and he leans back in, stopping just before your lips touch. Your eyes flutter shut as his nose rubs against yours. "S'not a dream right?" he mumbles, your mouths brushing a little.

"Not anymore, Stevie," you say. "It's real."

He kisses you and he tastes like salt and coca cola and the good guys winning and years spent loving and loving and loving him and it's everything you've ever wanted.

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[david-talks-sw]

Hey,

I saw your post in which you defended Mace Windu and it is such a good post. Thank you.

At the moment I debate with someone on twitter and it is super frustrating because they are saying Mace is a potential villain because he hates the Sith and wants to kill Anakin in episode I (even through he doesn't admit it).

I'm slightly shocked that someone thinks like this. Could you maybe help me to argue that Mace isn't a villain and a potential child killer?

Hey there!

I appreciate you asking me this, but honestly it looks to me like this is a debate you just won't "win" and you should quit while you're ahead.

Firstly, because those are two arguments so ridiculous and baseless that they have to either

be made in bad faith, AKA you're arguing with someone who's literally grasping at straws and making bullshit arguments for the sake of having the last tweet. In which case you can quit interacting with them because this is a victory in and of itself.

be made by someone completely insane and/or who has made their own headcanon about it. In which case, you might as well quit because there's no way you'll change this person's mind.

But, secondly, being pro-Jedi on Twitter is hell.

I'm not kidding, there's literally SO many people who think the point of the Prequels is the Jedi's failure that if you try to dispel the notion, a rain of (factually incorrect) anti-Jedi arguments falls floods your notifications, and it inevitably devolves into "this guy missed the point of the Prequels".

I'm training myself more and more to take a page out of the Jedi's book and just "let go" because the shit I see sometimes is just infuriating. Like this one, I saw last night:

Out of 154 collected quotes where George Lucas talks about the Jedi, their relationship with Anakin and their rules (namely the attachment one), he is only critical about them twice.

TWICE! OUT OF 154!

But I didn't reply to this.

I drafted the tweet, then deleted it because this is such a big subject that you're not gonna be able to dispel it with a single tweet (and fuck getting Twitter blue, are you crazy? but even if you did, you really think anyone will read your essay of a tweet?)

And also because last year, I got into an argument re: if Qui-Gon was a better master for Anakin than Obi-Wan (my opinion is "nope"). And I argued the hell out of my case. You know what I got in return?

Fucking nothing.

All I got was the people I was arguing against (who kept piling on on like the 5th tweet in a thread instead of reading everything from the beginning, which was messy in and of itself) just... stop replying.

At some point when you're in that deep, you think it'll inevitably end with your "opponent" going:

'well argued sir, you have completely changed my mind for I have now seen the truth; jolly good show'.

Instead all you get is... nothing. They stop replying.

You don't get the satisfaction of an admission of defeat and you don't wanna be the person spamming "WELL?! NOTHING TO SAY?!" because that's just pathetic.

So all you're left with is an hour of your life gone, WASTED proving "I know more about a fictional universe than you, Internet stranger".

My suggestion is: break the wheel, turn that outrage into creativity and instead of getting into debates with people whose minds you'll never change, write a fanfic/draw a comic/shoot a short film that will transfer the emotions you feel re: Windu to anyone witnessing it.

It's a much more productive approach than arguing with someone whose either grasping at straws or genuinely thinks MACE WANTED TO KILL A CHILD????!!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

#twitter scares me #in defense of the jedi #in defense of mace windu #QnA

[pineappleciders]

can i get RW omori characters (separately) with a reader who is like mari where they’re sort of the mom friend but the character walks in on them relapsing with SH??🧍

TRIGGER WARNING: self-harm, blood, blades

RW OMORI CHARACTERS WITH A G/N MOM FRIEND READER: WALKING IN ON THEM SELF-HARMING

INCLUDES: SUNNY, KEL, AUBREY, BASIL, HERO, and MARI

A/N: OKAY SO I DONT KNOW HOW TO DLEETE THE LINK SO PLEASE IFNORE THE LINK TO AMOGUS WIKI LMFAOO

SUNNY

when sunny had first witnessed it, he was dissociating. 

you? of all people? SUNNY looks up to you dearly, and you were so caring. to think you were in serious pain, yet concealing it?

he felt terrible. you were so kind, and always put others before yourself. now he knew why.

he'll slap the blade out of your hand and stare at you, unable to speak.

you awkwardly shift to cover your arm. you couldn't let innocent SUNNY see you like this. he saw you as a big sibling, a parent, even.

he hugs you, still speechless. you don't want to bloody his shirt, so you only hug back with one arm.

afterwards, he feels so bad. he always relied on you, but now that he knew you were struggling, he always lends an open ear to you.

you don't want to, but you end up venting to him. he tries his best to understand. 

he tries to not rely on you anymore after that.

KEL

KEL swings open your bedroom door, only to find you curled up in bed, bleeding.

his mouth hangs open, and he doesn't say anything.

he was going to ask you if you wanted to come to the beach with everyone else. but, seeing you like that, it had completely left his mind.

"hey, Y/N! do you wanna- ...."

you could see the gears turning in his head, and you immediately sit up to cover yourself with your blanket.

"h-hey, KEL! what's... what's up?"

but it was too late. he'd seen the blade, and the blood coating your arm and the towel.

he slowly walks to you. "Y/N? you're bleeding.. are you okay?"

you frantically nod your head. "yeah, i'm fine! don't worry! what were you gonna ask?"

KEL hesitates, but he continues. "um, okay. i was gonna ask if you wanted to come to the beach with everyone, they're waiting outside."

you politely decline. "oh! i'm sorry KEL, i'm not feeling too well. maybe another time?"

he is very suspicious, but he decides not to pry. 

"okay.. well.. um.. let me know if you need something, 'kay?"

you smile and nod. "i will."

after that, KEL tries to pay more attention to you.

he noticed you wear long sleeves all the time, and that you always seemed to put others before yourself.

he didn't really understand, but he knew something was up.

he tries to help you out more, but he really doesn't know what to do, so he keeps quiet.

AUBREY

she walked into your room, and your eyes meet.

she sees the blade, she sees the cuts, she seed right through you, and you know it.

i personally hc that AUBREY used to self-harm as well, so she'd be very understanding.

despite this, as soon as she realizes what you're doing, she cries.

AUBREY knows the pain and suffering that would cause someone to do this. the last thing she wants to imagine is you hurting like that.

she thought about how caring you were, and how motherly you'd act to everyone, but she knew you never really got that king treatment. she almost felt like she'd been using you.

she'll immediately hug you, and repeatedly ask, "why?"

she can't help but feel that this is her fault. that her and everyone else never paid enough attention to you and your needs.

after that, she'll always keep your mental state in mind. she talks to you more, and will offer to do things for you, like running errands. she tries her best to not stress you out anymore.

BASIL

he had walked in, and for the first time, he'd forgotten to knock.

"Y/N? are you-"

BASIL's mouth is a bit agape, but he doesn't say anything. 

he was aware that some people do this, but he wasn't too versed on why.

he awkwardly stands there, staring at your cuts and the bloodied blade.

you froze. you knew it wouldn't be of any use to hide from BASIL. you look away, staying silent.

he slowly approaches you, scared that if he makes any sudden movements he might trigger you.

carefully, he sits next to you, and puts a hand on your leg. he looks at you, silently telling you he understands.

you begin to cry, and hug him, mindful of staining his shirt.

he listens to anything you have to say, and tries his best to give advice and comfort you.

in the following weeks, he'll do small things for you, like give you paintings, or give you flowers. 

BASIL has always been semi-aware that you really didn't have many people that could care for you, the way that you cared for others.

so he'll make sure to listen when you speak, and make little things for you, just to try and brighten your day, even if it's only a bit.

HERO

he opens the door, knocking as he does, but it was too late. the door was open, and you had no time to tell him to shut it.

your head shoots up, and you rush to cover your arm.

HERO didn't see the cuts, but he thought it was weird that you immediately covered yourself.

"oh, is it a bad time? i'm sorry, i can-"

"no, no! it's okay, HERO! what were you going to say?"

he's suspicious, but doesn't pry. "i was gonna ask if you wanted some cookies? i tried to teach KEL to bake them, but i ended up doing most of the work, so i promise they aren't bad!"

you chuckle. "i believe you! i'll have some in a bit, i need a minute."

his head slightly cocks, and he fidgets. "is.. is something up?"

you dismiss it, but he knows better than that. 

HERO walks over to you and sits down on your bed. he has suspicions, so he hovers his hand over the blanket, and looks at you, seemingly asking for permission.

you begin to sweat, and come to the conclusion that he knows. you look away.

taking that as a yes, HERO moves the stained blanket away to reveal your injured arm. 

"oh, Y/N.." he says in a sympathetic tone.

he'll rummage through your stuff for a med-kit, and patches you up before hugging you.

he definitely feels responsible for this. he was supposed to look out for all of you.

after MARI's passing, HERO kind of felt like a mother to the rest of the kids, despite everyone splitting up. so he somewhat knows what it's like to feel alone.

but he reassures you that they love you, are care for you very much.

he tells everyone else to be kind to you, and give you more attention. he'll cook you breakfast in bed a lot :)

MARI

MARI swung the door open, with a soft smile on her face, and her picnic basket in hand.

"hi, Y/N! the others are downstairs, do you wanna have a picniiiiiicc..." her sentence trails off once she sees you crying and bleeding.

she rushes over to you, and drops the basket, her face filled with concern.

she inspects your wounds, swiftly pulling band-aids and cleaning gel out of her basket and fixing you up.

she takes the blade you were using and puts it in her back pocket.

she's crouching now, looking up at you. she places her hand on your cheek and wipes your tears away.

"please, Y/N. don't do this to yourself. we love you so much, i don't know what we'd do without you."

she hugs you and lets you cry into her shoulder.

you and MARI had always been the mom friends of the group, and she's often the one who takes care of you the most.

afterwards, she'll be mindful of her words, and subtly scan you for any wounds.

she cares for you and everyone else dearly, she can't afford to lose you.

#omori #omori x reader #omori aubrey x reader #omori aubrey #aubrey x reader #aubrey omori x reader #omori sunny #sunny omori x reader #sunny x reader #omori sunny x reader #mari x reader #mari omori x reader #omori mari #omori mari x reader #hero omori #omori hero #omori hero x reader #hero omori x reader #kel x reader #kel omori x reader #omori kel x reader #basil x reader #omori basil #omori kel #basil omori #basil omori x reader #omori basil x reader #hero x reader #omori drabbles #omori headcanons

[mxdreemurr]

Frisk and Chara Loop de Loop

Words: 4347

Summary: Frisk and Chara are in The Underground, still.

Includes: Meandering structure, interpretive character study, some melancholy, some grief, mention of continuous resets, allusion to no mercy, the difficulties of communicating with people you care about and asking for help, determination.

Chara and Frisk are explicitly part of the Dreemurr family in this, so don't read if you don't agree with that I guess.

Enjoy!

“Oof.” 

You let out a small ‘oof’ as you hit the pile of leaves, landing on your back and staring up at the hole you fell through. The purple stone of The Ruins is all around you. After a moment of blinking slowly upwards, you extend your left arm and raise your hand palm-up in the air over your head. You’re thinking about how it looks like in anime openings or AMVs sometimes when characters do that, and that it’s cool. 

It does kind of look like that. And it is kind of cool.

“How many times has this been?” I think at you.

“Only three or four,” you think back.

I huff mentally. “No, Frisk. Not falling down these holes and landing on the leaves. The whole, everything. Not even just resets, but getting to see Asriel and everyone leaving The Underground and stuff.” I try to cover up my small outburst of emotion and hope you didn’t notice too much.

You lower your arm, resting your hands on your stomach. “I don’t know,” you think. “It’s like Flowey says, it’s—. It’s like waking up from a dream sometimes, you know? They kind of blur together a couple back…” You heave a big sigh and kick your feet. “What about you? Do you know how many times?”

“I…” I mentally furrow my brows. “I’m not great at keeping track of stuff like that. Math is for losers. Tch.” So what if I’m not as great at hiding my emotions as I’d like to be.

Silence stretches on with neither of us saying anything. You close your eyes fully. Eventually I speak up again in your head.

“Frisk… How many more times do you want to keep doing this…? It’s not like Asriel and I need our bodies back that much… Perhaps a change of priorities is in order, and it’s like Asriel said, our parents have moved on, them seeing us again—”

“Stop. Chara. You deserve a happier ending. Both of you do. And your mom and dad love you! They wouldn’t be anything but overjoyed to see you again, I know this. And me too… It’s not just for you, you know. Your family loves you.”

I mentally lean my head on my hand and roll my eyes at you, but I can’t help giving the energy of a small smile.

You smile as well, and lace your fingers together.

“Can we just lie here for a little while?”

“Yeah, of course, yeah.”

***

After only a moment of pause, Papyrus continues on with: “WELL!!! THIS CHALLENGE!!! IT SEEMS… MAYBE… TOO EASY TO DEFEAT THE HUMAN WITH. YEAH! WE CAN’T USE THIS ONE!!! I AM A SKELETON WITH STANDARDS!!! MY PUZZLES ARE VERY FAIR! AND MY TRAPS ARE EXPERTLY COOKED! BUT THIS METHOD IS TOO DIRECT! NO CLASS AT ALL! AWAY IT GOES!”

The various spikes and spears and flamethrowers and dogs are retracted back from whence they came.

“PHEW! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!? THIS WAS ANOTHER DECISIVE VICTORY FOR PAPYRUS!!” 

“NYEH!!” 

“HEH!!” 

“…” 

“HEH???”

After Papyrus confusedly makes his exit, you step off the rock-painted-like-a-bridge, feet crunching into the snow covering the ground. You turn and look over at Sans still planted in his spot to the side where he’s been watching the scene unfold. Sans shrugs at you and says, “i don’t know what my brother’s going to do now. if I were you, i would make sure i understand blue attacks.”

You give a polite nod at him and turn to continue on towards town, but he stops you. Seems like he has something more to say?

“hey, kid. you’ve got this look in your eye… you seem dead set about something. determined, you could say? i know you must want to befriend my brother real bad, but uh. no need to be a hero about it. take care of yourself.”

You set your mouth in a line and give another nod, then a hesitant little wave over your shoulder as you turn and head towards Snowdin.

…

“Frisk… I hate to say it, but do you think he may have a point?

You shake your head side to side. “No. Sans is funny, and likes to assume his assumptions about things are true… but it’s not like he really knows anything about us.”

I pause for a second

“…Assume his assumptions…?”

“Sumptions his wumptions?”

“Gumptions his dumptions???”

(… That little bit of impromptu nonsense wordplay got you smiling.)

“Chara.” The goofy smile falls from your mouth a little and turns into something more wistful (Uh oh). “I know you’re trying to look out for me. Thank you.”

“You’re… very welcome.”

“We don’t need to be turning to Sans for advice, though.”

“…I suppose we can agree on that at least. I don’t like when he threatens you. And his puns are B grade at best.”

“Okay no need to grumble, Chara,” you giggle. “And Sans isn’t that bad, in the end. The point is though, I want you to trust me. If there can be one human you can trust—”

“Frisk!!!” I laugh, “of course I trust you. We’re, like, family, you know? How many times has Toriel adopted you? I’ll always trust my family. And I’m sure you could even count as honorary monster at this point, if you wanted.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to think about it…” You do a dramatic little shrug. “But, good. I’m glad you trust me. We’re going to keep on going and I’m going to save you. Both of you.”

(Oh. Oh no. Oh geez, oh crud.)

“Um, Frisk, I don’t know if—”

“Ah ah ah!!! You don’t get to say you don’t deserve it! We talked about this, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember, but—”

“No-butts!!! Hey, how about we go get a cinnamon bunny? I bet that’ll cheer you up!”

“… That’s very thoughtful of you Frisk. Alright.”

“Yesss-!” You do a little victory pose and start skipping to get to the shop faster.

…

“Frisk, you remind me of myself sometimes.”

“Thanks!!!”

(…I don’t think you get it.)

***

Water falls all around us as a familiar tune begins to play. You kneel in front of the old statue, the red umbrella propped up in its arms. The ground is wet and dirty, but even still, you know I would be kneeling beside you if I could. You know I would bow my head if I could. I would put my face in my hands. I would embrace it in a hug and weep on its shoulder. Every time.

You pat your hand on the ground beside you, seeming to understand. I can feel the stone and grit.

“You’ll get your hands dirty. Not to mention your knees already. The water makes all the gravel and stuff stick to you.”

“I know.”

“Woshua wouldn’t be pleased.”

You chuckle lightly, and bow your head for a quiet moment.

After a long couple minutes of silence, you tentatively ask: “Do you remember the music box that’s in here?”

“Of course. It was a gift from our parents. Asgore had a friend who did craftwork like this. It’s beautiful… I, uh, I think this is a good home for it now. We really loved exploring Waterfall.”

You smile a little. “You know it’s not that long until we can see Asriel again, right?”

“I know that!!! Silly!” I respond, exasperated but a little amused. “It’s just that, well… Ugh. You know…” I trail off.

“I do know.”

“He deserved better, he does deserve better. He was so scared and alone as a flower, and then, and then there’s this, the journey and The Barrier, but then he’s just alone again? Even when we can get him to come with us, he still won’t tell mom and dad who he is… and he’s still stuck as a flower! How is that fair…”

“I feel the same way… but about you too. Stuck without a body, also not ready to tell our parents. And I bet that he would feel the same as well. Asriel would want us to be doing this.”

…

(Ugh. If only they knew.)

“Just let them go. 

Let Frisk be happy. 

Let Frisk live their life.”

(What have I been doing. Frisk… you… You have a life too…)

You only seem to be half expecting a response; you’re already hoisting yourself to your feet, and leaning over to give the statue a goodbye kiss on the top of the head. You have so many confident, bright feelings radiating off your soul. I take another look at the statue as you politely step back, before you turn to continue on. 

Asriel…

“Um. Yeah, I guess you’re probably right, huh. He would want us to be doing this.”

You smile confidently and give a nod, marching onwards and outwards through the caverns of Waterfall, its denizens mostly watching on from out of the way. 

(Frisk… I remember when we first met, when you first fell into The Underground. You were so frightened, so afraid and beaten down. Every kindness was like a miracle to you. You were intimidated by the size of the pie, wouldn’t leave mom, and then kept getting captured by Papyrus because you wanted a place to stay. Look at you now, huh… I just hope you can stay this way, keep your determination and your hope, I don’t know if what you’re trying to do is even possible…)

***

The sweltering heat of Hotland is all-encompassing as you make your way along the stone path, the large pool of magma stretching out to your right with The CORE plunked right in the middle of it. Always a little uncomfortable coming through here with that sweater of yours. Not that I can critique your choices in clothing, though.

You stop midway along the path and turn and look at The CORE.

(I’ve been doing my narration schtick as usual, but I’ve been kind of tense since the statue in Waterfall… Maybe it’s time for a good-natured joke.)

“Hey, Frisk,” I nudge you mentally, “you ever think about jumping in there?” I ask, referring to the large pool of magma.

You roll your eyes at me. “Uh, yeah, obviously.” I raise a figurative eyebrow at you. “Not like I’m going to though. Too hot for a bath, don’t wanna become Frisk Soup today.”

I chuckle at that. “Also the magical platforms that save you if you fall.”

“Oh yeah, also that.” We’re both giggling a little now.

After a moment though you cross your arms and put your hand on your chin  thoughtfully as you survey the familiar scene before us. “Hey, Chara. You know Gaster?”

“Uh, yeah…?” I have no idea where you’re going to go with this question, but I hope nowhere too personal about my past.

“… What do you think was his creation that he fell into…? Was it The CORE?”

“The CORE?” I echoed, “hmmm. Lots of places to fall into in and around it I suppose. All the magma that feeds it, and then all the glow-y foggy stuff inside… It’s certainly magical as heck in order to generate magical power, obviously, but I’ve never heard of a reason for it to have the power to shatter someone across time and space…? Not like I know that much about it though… it’s not my specialty,” I sniff.

“And you’re not even a scientist. And you’re like thirteen.”

“I suppose,” I say, doing the mental equivalent of looking at my fingernails. “You’re like, twelve though? So don’t get on my case about it.”

“Hmm, I suppose,” you say in mockery. We manage to last two seconds before smiling at each other and giggling again.

…

(Perhaps it would be constructive to inform Frisk more about what I know of the machines in The True Lab… Well… Maybe one of these resets if it becomes relevant. We’ll see.)

***

Your quiet footfalls across the wooden floorboards make some of the only sound to be heard in the house right now. The white and grey colour scheme lends a feeling like an old photograph. It’s so quiet, no one happens to be visiting at this time, and Asgore spends so much time in the garden taking care of the flowers. I clench your fists unconsciously.

“Before we get the keys and your stuff, is there anything in particular you’d like to see this time, Chara?”

“… The teacups. In the cupboard in the kitchen.”

You nod, and smile, and take us over there.

You reach up on your tip-toes and open the cupboard doors. Inside are plates, bowls, and a collection of painted teacups, all sitting on a yellow checkered cloth. I mentally indicate which one I want and you pick it up for me and bring it down. It’s white porcelain with a soft green and yellow floral design on it. I can feel the weight and coolness in your hands.

I remember sitting at the big table, beside Asriel on the long side, mom and dad on both ends. Sometimes, an hour or so after dinner, the family would have tea together. And I was always invited (But it was okay if I didn’t go, and stayed in our room instead). My brother and I would have herbal teas, I liked the floral ones. I remember mostly listening, to the warm happy conversation of a family (My family, I’d only just barely been able to accept that). Listening to the low, comforting sounds of talking back and forth between our parents, my brother’s bright, excited additions to the conversation, it’s a memory that is unspeakably precious to me now. I would occasionally be asked to join in with my thoughts on something, or how I’ve been doing, but never pressured to talk more than I wanted. Everything was always gentle encouragement but never forcing me into anything I wasn’t comfortable with yet (The kindness was overwhelming, I’ll never be able to pay it back in full).

I remember Asriel nudging me under the table, passing me a folded-up note while our parents were talking. A promise in his handwriting to show me a new secret hide-away, along with a little doodle of us. 

We smiled at each other then, and I can feel myself smiling now, my emotions soaking over to Frisk’s body across the soul that we share.

“It must be a good memory,” Frisk thinks to me.

“Mhm, it is,” is all I respond.

I blink the tears out of Frisk’s eyes, coming back to the present. I look around the empty kitchen and feel us in an empty house. The reality is still there, my family is scattered; my brother and I died, and mom and dad at complete opposite ends of The Underground. And it’s my fault.

I look at the teacup in your hands and think about if we were to drop it how it would shatter. I think about how once we reset it would be back together, back on the shelf. I think about Flowey.

I don’t think about the warm mental waves of comfort that you’re sending me, or how you’ve lowered your trembling body to the ground in a crouch and are rocking us back and forth soothingly. I don’t think about how I failed to make my thoughts as private as I would have liked.

“Hey, Chara, it’s not your fault, okay? You’ll be okay, we’ll get your family together again properly, I promise. I’m not going to stop trying. It’ll be okay…” I listen to you go on with your reassurances. I’m appreciative for it. It takes a minute but I manage to even out our breathing which I hadn’t noticed had become slightly frantic. “…Your family loves you, they would never blame you for anything.”

I gaze out the kitchen doorway at the family dining table, focussing on the details of what I can see. I take the biggest inhale and let out the biggest sigh possible, and send you a mental thumbs-up. I take all my feelings of guilt and failure, and I take all my feelings of belonging and love from my memory, and I try to hold them between your hands in this teacup.

After insisting repeatedly that I’m okay enough for us to get up, you do get us up, and return the teacup back to the shelf we found it on.

“Alright Frisk, you lead the way. Let’s get to seeing Asgore soon though, I still feel like I’m suffocating a little bit from all of this memory and feelings and junk.” (And the empty house and the quiet and how I’m not going to cry more I just need to get moving). “It’ll be nice to see him again, even if he’s… going to try to kill us— oh geez we’re on a rollercoaster until the end huh.”

You grab the key from the kitchen and add it to your keychain, and then set off in a little jog out through the dining and living room to the hallway. “Not true! We’ll have a nice event with Alphys and Undyne set up! Courtesy of Papyrus and his Flowery Friend.” You do a little smile at me. I do a little mental eye-roll at you, but smile too.

“Thanks for your help Frisk, you’re a real life saver.”

“Hehe, shucks Chara, anytime.” You add the hallway key to your keychain as well. You linger outside the door to me and Asriel’s bedroom, as if asking if I’m ready. I signal an affirmative and you open the door.

Two neatly wrapped presents, as always. “Thank you Flowey,” I say in a slightly teasing but affectionate tone. You sit down cross-legged to open up the two gifts. My heart-shaped locket and rusty knife, best comfort items I could ask for.

…

Before you can get up off the floor, I speak up and think at you “You know Frisk. You’re putting a lot of burden on yourself for me. This… mission that you’ve taken upon yourself for me and my brother’s sake. I’m grateful, very much so. But I want to make sure you know you can rely on me too, you can ask for help, I’m here if you need to talk about anything… I feel like it’s been a few resets since we’ve visited the quiche room—” 

“Ha—! Chara, you’re hilarious. You know I’m always okay!”

“That’s… not true.” I’m a bit surprised at your sudden reaction.

Perhaps realizing that that sounded slightly forced you wiggle awkwardly in place and try again. “Well, I may have climbed a mountain that it’s said people disappear on, that’s true. But! I’ve made so many friends, and I have a new family now! It’s all so bright and colourful, and I’m so happy to have ended up here. This journey together through The Underground, meeting everyone… There were tough parts, but finding out how kind monsters can are…! And then the catharsis at the end, I couldn’t ask for more.”

“Okay, but… This has all happened, according to both of us and what we can remember, uncountable times since the first. How is it going enjoying being with your new family when we keep leaving everything and going back to the start?”

“I—,” You sound taken aback, “there was a time I stayed with them on the surface for a while!!!”

“And then you came to me begging for me to reset again, because you couldn’t bear not having gotten the perfectest, best, most happy ending! Because you need to be the best, most perfect kid possible, and you need to be everyone’s hero!!!” … I stop, realized that was maybe a bit harsh. And that I might have accidentally said all that out loud with your mouth.

I slump and let go of your body. “I’m sorry, Frisk. I’m going to say it outright, which is hard for me; but you really do remind me of myself, and not in a good way. I don’t want you destroying yourself over trying to save everyone. I can’t make you stop, and I’m not going to abandon you, we’re partners in this; but I just want you to know that it’s okay to ask for help. Will you remember that? Please?”

“…Yeah, I’ll do my best.”

Shoot. You sound kind of broken-hearted. 

“I’m really sorry Frisk. I’m just. Scared for you. But I shouldn’t say things like that. It’s not your fault. I love you, Frisk, you’re the best sibling I could ask for. Or, well, tied for first place. I hope you understand.”

You giggle a little bit. “You too Chara. I never thought I would have a family like you, and Asriel, and Toriel and Asgore… I love you too. And I guess you’re right. Maybe I do have problems.” You’ve leaned back from your cross-legged position and are now lying on the floor. “And you’re the last person I should be hiding from. We share a soul. So it’s kinda silly.”

“It’s not silly, but… I see what you mean.” We smile at each other again.

You tilt your head back, peering under my bed. “Hey Chara! You want anything from under here? Oh—, woah… I never realized how cluttered it is under here…”

“No, thank you, Frisk. I’m good,” I laugh. And I do feel good for now actually. “I can collect my things once I have my body back. And it’s cluttered because eventually I was no longer hiding under there all the time.” I chuckle a little and you beam an absolutely radiant and sappy smile at me.

Even if you’re hell-bent on repeating my past mistakes, I’ll be right there with you the whole way.

After your lovely commentary on how I keep my side of the room, we’re ready to get up and continue on our way. We a brief look around in Asgore’s room, head back out to the middle of the house, and then turn to make our way down the stairs. Just as you’re about to step down, we both notice something yellow out of the corner of your eye. You turn your head, and there’s Flowey, in the front doorway of the house. He looks at us, and we look at him, and then he burrows away into the ground.

***

Streaks and splashes of colour and light fill the world around you. Like a thousand prisms broke open and spilled their rainbows. Stars rain down like the sky was falling. The world is ending. Again.

We hug Asriel tightly.

***

“Frisk… Don’t you have anything better to do?”

Asriel twists around a little to look at you from where he’s kneeling in front of the golden flowers, having sat down when he thought you were leaving. His small look of surprise changes to a pinched brow as you sit down beside him. You cross your legs and start running your fingers over the flowers, both of you bathed in golden light from the late afternoon sun.

Asriel settles back into his previous position, resting his paws on the soil on either side of his knees, looking down at the flowers, up at the hole in the ceiling, and then sideways at you. He gives a little sigh.

“I guess you can stay here a little longer, just… not too long, okay?”

You nod a little at him. A minute or two passes.

“You know Frisk, I don’t know everything that’s going on with you… The Barrier has broken and monsters can go free, but it’s okay if you still have your own problems.” He shuffles nervously. “I hope you know it’s okay to ask for help out there; you have a new family who really loves you! Of course you could tell me about anything, but… it’s just that I’m going to be a flower again soon… But you should tell Toriel, Asgore, or even Papyrus if there’s something on your mind!”

“I will”, you sign, and smile.

When you get up to go, I manage to quietly mumble out “See you later, Asriel.”

***

“ …

I’m sorry.

You’ve probably heard this a hundred times already, haven’t you…?

…

Well, that’s all—”

“Wait”

“Wait? You want me to wait?”

“I have— I have heard it. A hundred times before.”

“Hah, and what, you want to gloat about it…?”

“No, you’re right. It’s been too many. I want to ask for help. I couldn’t ask for help when I was still alive, but I’m doing it now. And I know you want us to let Frisk go, but Frisk is too, we’re asking for help.”

“… You and me both,” Flowey smiles ruefully, “what do you want me to do about it though?”

“Nothing right now, I just. Thought you should know. Keep the family in the loop whenever we can and all. We’ll talk after the reset, okay? Try not to attack us right away.” I smile back.

“Haha, well, no promises. I don’t know what you two are up to yet, and I can’t say I’m pleased it’s taken this many resets, but. I guess I’ll look forward to being filled in, in the past.” He scoffs a little. “See you soon, Chara.”

I take a ghostly breath, clench my fists, and fall back.

***

You open your eyes and see the morning light filtering down from the hole above us, filling the cavern around us, and dancing on the golden flowers cradling your body. Motes of dust drift through the air.

You sit up and rub your eyes, looking around. Flowers, crumbling pillars, and an entranceway before us.

Just beyond that entranceway, Flowey is straining to hear what’s going on in the room he just ran away from when a human fell into it. Farther than that, a grey door stands stark against a rocky wall of Waterfall. A clam monster is waiting to gossip about her neighbour’s daughter. The Underground is still full of mysteries to discover, people to meet, and things to do. I know we’ll find a way forward, together.

#No this didn't really come together into a cohesive story but yes I will post it anyways #Yes the title is just what I named the document and then I didn't come up with a better one #Undertale #safeutdr #safe-utdr #Undertale fics #Undertale fanfiction #Frisk Dreemurr #Chara Dreemurr #Asriel Dreemurr #Don't interact if you're going to be a weirdo in general #Pro-shippers stay away or else #(the knife)

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I wanna talk about Hannibal Roy Bean

  Disclaimer: No disclaimer this time, only spite

  You see, I was writing a different rant about Xiaolin Showdown, but I was in the mood of searching and reading some posts other people made about the cartoon. You know, for funsies, and because I really love this show

  And then I thought to myself: “Hey, what if I search about my favorite villain, Hannibal Roy Bean? And who knows, maybe I’ll find other people talking about the amazing dynamic between him and Raimundo, that would be neat!”

  And you know what I found?

  Nothing. And even worse, I saw people dissing on my vegetable boy by calling him “unnecessary” and stuff

  Which left me utterly disappointed

  So, I’m gonna write an analysis for the possible Hannibal (& Raimundo) fans out there, which maybe will help other people appreciate this great villain

  Let’s go

  The best thing to start with is his introduction. Which honestly, it’s my favorite introduction from all of the villains in the show

  It gives you the expectation of being a big, strong and cool-looking foe, just like Chase was, and then it subverts that expectation with showing you that he’s actually a bean (which I personally find him cool for how creepy and unnatural he looks)

  And then you see how much of a threat he can be: he’s a great actor, he’s manipulative, and he’s pretty freaking strong. His personality is also so endearing for how unapologetically cruel, deceptive, playful, and full of himself he is. From the moment he said that he’ll cover his eyes to make the fight fair for the monks won me over

  And to top it all off, Chase himself tells the monks how big of a threat he is, which makes him even more interesting

  He has a 10/10 introduction and you can’t deny that

  And the next episode is also very good at showing the dynamic between Rai & Hannibal: they immediately start to talk back to each other, they’re paired together when each monk faces off an enemy, and Hannibal is quick to hit on Raimundo’s vulnerability by commenting on how he’s falling behind with the monks by being the last one to become an apprentice

  Not only this is a great way to show a possible rivalry between the two, this also works as foreshadowing for what’s to come

  Seriously, it feels like this show wants you to think of their possible relationship

  The next two episodes have the role of giving the monks new weapons, a future reason for them to temporarily go to Guan’s temple (by having Hannibal stealing the treasure), and they show how Raimundo can return to bad habits (aka his tendency of isolating/closing himself off from others after a failure), by going through a humiliating defeat from Jack right after they lost the treasure the episode before this one

  And then, we get to episode 46, which is another great episode of showing the dynamic between Hannibal & Raimundo: it shows how Hannibal is willing to team up with Rai (possibly because he sees potential in him), and we see how he’s being manipulative and sincere at the same time

  I believe in this instance Hannibal was genuine about forming a mutually beneficial relationship with Rai, which makes sense because he’s interested in people who are cunning, capable, mischievous and with the potential of causing great damage to others. And as we know that Hannibal was watching over everyone in his cell, he saw how much damage the kid can cause when he’s on the bad side

  Also, you could say that the previous episode showed Hannibal the possibility of manipulating Raimundo on his side, as the young monk fell back into a bad habit under distress

  So him getting betrayed by Rai, just like Chase betrayed him in the past, was a stepping stone for his hatred and desire of revenge towards the kid

  And this relationship is also interesting on Raimundo’s side in this episode: he clearly hates Hannibal’s guts and he doesn’t back down in showing attitude towards him, and at the end he shows great satisfaction of deceiving him, of winning over him, as he doesn’t want to even let him have the last words at the end

  Now, we get to episode 47, which is the peak of their relationship and brings me the main reason why I love Hannibal so much: he’s utterly ruthless. It’s not enough for him to fight the kid as revenge for what he did, he decides to mentally torment him. He decides to use Rai’s vulnerabilities to hurt his close ones, by combining Shen Gong Wus and attack the others while the boy’s asleep. The concept of it is brilliant. Like, what can he do? He can’t stay awake forever. And how would it feel for him if his friends ended up destroyed without being able to do anything about it?

  Also, the whole moment of Hannibal getting his way while he’s disguised as Kimiko is one of my favorite moments from the show, for the music, the ambience, and for Hannibal’s delighted smile (on Kimiko’s face to top it all off), as he sees Rai falling asleep

  Like, look at this

  It’s so unsettling, I love it

  And the fact that Raimundo is not even safe in his own dreams? The fact that Hannibal kept digging through his insecurities, through his vulnerability and shoved it on the kid’s face while showing he’s having a blast about it? Combined with how he can show pity in the form of friendliness and buddy-buddy behavior towards the person he’s tormenting, while also keeping a side of aggressiveness and lack of care from his actions? Brilliant, absolutely brilliant

  This guy gets entertainment from torturing people and I love this

  Raimundo was able to escape only after he acknowledges his vulnerability, only after he stops running away, which is a hard thing to do for him. One thing is certain after this episode, Rai will definitely not forget this

  And we later on see how Hannibal manipulates and makes use of others too: he uses Omi’s ego to turn him into a living battery for his own benefits, he doesn’t hesitate to turn Jack into a mindless zombie, and he uses Kimiko’s invention to attack Chase when he’s weak

  This guy doesn’t follow any moral code to get what he wants. He’s not like Chase, who holds value in professionalism and morality, and he’s not like Wuya, who holds a facade of elegance and principles

  And his bean design accentuates this fact, because it’s meant to show you how appearances can deceive, while letting you know that he’s not human. He doesn’t follow human principles and morals, and he doesn’t care for compassion or being fair, because he’s not human

  He’s his own thing, he’s pure evil

  And it’s so endearing for me, because you have the freedom to go as brutal as you want. Any possible interaction and dialogue I think of him is fun for me, because he’s so fun

  And his relationship with Raimundo is also so fun, for seemingly being arch nemesis with each other (which episode 52 also wants to show you this by being the ones to initiate the last showdown of the series and act like leaders in their group-)

  The way they view each other can be interpreted in so many ways, but I will tell you how I personally interpret it

  Starting off with Hannibal. I personally don’t think Rai is the person he hates the most, I think Chase is. Which is more obvious in episode 50, when his whole motivation is to defeat him. Heck, the fact that the episode is called “Hannibal’s Revenge” is kind of a proof of their deep hatred they have for each other

  Which makes sense, because Chase is the reason why he was trapped in a cell for over one thousand years, and I bet he spent a big portion of that time on growing his hatred towards him

  And Chase seems to feel the same way, which can be interpreted in different ways. Does he hate him because of being totally opposite of him, or there’s something more to it? What if there was more to their story than we know? What if Hannibal also had some ulterior motives in their team up? What if those reasons are related with what Chase said about him doing something worse than 1000 years of darkness? What if those possible motives were another (or the actual) reason why he betrayed him? It would make sense for Chase to hate him this much, if he found out that he was being used for some grand scheme

  Just some food for thought

  Going back to the subject, I think Hannibal doesn’t only hate Raimundo, he also gets delightment in tormenting him specifically. He enjoys breaking his confidence, and finding ways to beat him to the ground

  Honestly.. I’d say that’s because he reminds him of Chase. His attitude, his skills, and Rai betraying him, could bring to Hannibal some similarity with Chase

  Which is why he would get enjoyment from tormenting him: for Hannibal, Raimundo is like a small Chase Young, but the difference is that he’s a kid who doesn’t have hundreds of years of experience. He’s not as strong, and he’s more emotional, which makes him the perfect target. Hannibal can defeat him, strike into his insecurities and make him suffer on a personal level

  Personally, I think a continuation of the show would dwell more on Hannibal’s desire to inconvenience, and even destroy Rai’s life, purely for the enjoyment of it, and because of his semblance with Chase Young

  Now, let’s look at Raimundo’s possible view on Hannibal

  With him, I do think Hannibal is the person he hates the most

  I did read a good post on how he would actually hate Chase the most, because he was constantly doubtful and hostile towards him, starting from the first time they met in season 2. But personally, I think the hatred Rai has towards Chase is more on an instinctual level. Like, he knows he can’t be trusted, that he’s up to something that he doesn’t know (and he definitely doesn’t like Chase’s superior attitude)

  But aside from this + the fact that he tried to eat Dojo & he manipulated his friend, I don’t think there’s more to this. Especially because he showed a similar behavior with Hannibal as well. But because Hannibal appeared only on season 3 (which also has fewer episodes than the second season), it may seem that he has a bigger hatred towards Chase than the evil bean

  Also, that hatred he has may be changed in the present, because it’s highly possible the monks got at least some of the memories from that alternate dimension. So it’s possible that Rai will hate Chase while having complicated emotions towards him as well, because he would have to deal with the memories he has of Chase being a good guy

  On the other hand, I think his hatred towards Hannibal is personal for multiple reasons: he’s the reason they have to deal with Chase Young (and the reason they had to deal with Guan in the alternate dimension), he used his friends, he’s dwelling on his insecurities and most importantly, he went into his mind in order to use him to hurt his close ones

  Rai has every reason to hate him, and I think this hatred will only intensify the more Hannibal tries to mess up with him

  And this has so much potential

  So yeah, this is my take on their relationship & Hannibal’s character! The fact that many people overlook him is so unfortunate, because he’s a literal goldmine for creating conflict and explore an inhuman & ruthless characters

  Some of my favorite fanfictions with Xiaolin Showdown have him done right, even if they’re few and unfinished. And who knows, maybe one day I’ll get to see more people trying to explore this character & his interesting dynamic with Raimundo

  But until then, I’m happy that such an interesting and fun villain exists!

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  Which is another reason why I hate Xiaolin Chronicles because he doES NOT EXIST THERE-

#xiaolin showdown #gh rant #raimundo pedrosa #hannibal roy bean #character analysis #I love this villain so much #But I also love all of the characters and I would rant about any of them anytime I get the chance

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Acts of Service

One Piece live action fic! 2,000 words. E for everyone. Maybe part of a series if another one pops fully formed into my head.

Summary: Zoro can be a nice guy and an asshole at the same time. (Friends and frenemies on a boat!)

Well, we knew this was coming. I have the day off today, so I had some time.

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1. Nami

The waiter was trying to figure out everyone's favorite foods in order to ingratiate himself into the crew, which was pretty pathetic.  He incorrectly thought he was being subtle.

Usopp was easy.  The conversation went something like this:

Waiter: I can make you something special if you like.  Whatever you want.  Just name it.

Usopp:  Anything?  Well...Actually...Nah, don't worry about it.  Unless you can make Tapalapa.

Of course he could make tapalapa.

The waiter's eyes had lit with a kind of evil victory, and that night there was a kind of long bread that they were supposed to eat with fancy ass eggs, which Usopp declared both "the best he'd ever had" and "way fancier than his mom made."

Two days later, they had the bread again, but this time with beans and no little green mess to decorate the edges of their plates.  Usopp had moaned through the whole meal, not even realizing that he had been defeated.  

The waiter didn't stop grinning, his eyes all crinkled at the corners.

Luffy was harder, because anything the waiter made, Luffy would announce, "This is great!"  When the waiter straight up asked what his favorite meal was, Luffy listed off six meals in detail, none of which had anything in common except they all had meat of some sort.  He would have kept going except a sea monster showed up, and the sea monster was somehow on fire, and he had gotten distracted. 

He tried to smile through it, but clearly the waiter was dying on the inside.

Which amused Zoro to no end.  Luffy was the best.

Zoro and Nami were even harder, because they knew what was going on and refused to participate.

"Anything special you want for dinner?"  "No."

"I'm going on a supply run.  Anything I can get for you while I'm in town?"  "Nah.  I'm good."

"Fruit? Veggies? Pastry? Noodles?"  "Whatever."

When asking got him nowhere, he started just handing them random things to see if he could get a reaction.  Little things in tiny bowls that were less than two bites for Nami and one big inhale for Zoro.  It was a burst of flavor in his mouth, always good, but if Zoro had any food preferences, it was that there be a lot of it, so already he was off to a bad start.  Ice cream on a banana slice with chocolate sauce.  Thick soup in a shot glass.  A date wrapped in bacon.  Half a deviled egg with Nami getting the other half.  A fried dumpling filled with crab meat.  A spoon with sea urchin and roe.  Yellowfin nigiri.

That one was hard, because Zoro really liked yellowfin.  But he chomped it down, gave a distracted nod, and handed back his plate just as he always did.

With Zoro, it just annoyed the waiter, because Zoro was a petty asshole and annoying him was the point.  With Nami Sanji was eventually going to have an aneurysm, because he desperately wanted Nami to like him.  Which was funny because he would surely grow on her if he just calmed the fuck down.  She was soft in the middle like that.

"Why would you not want the food you like?" Luffy whispered in confusion. He sat like a frog with his knees up around his ears.

Zoro shrugged, still looking out at the sea.

Luffy shook his head. "Seems stupid."

Luffy didn't get it.

They'd been in port for a day when Nami kicked at Zoro's leg where he’d made himself comfortable on the deck with his back to the mast.  “Hey.  Let’s go.”

He lifted an eyebrow but otherwise didn’t move.  “Go where?”

“A bar.  And you’re coming with me.”

“You running a con?”

She gave him a smile with a plan bit between her teeth.  "I need someone with a select skill set."

"I'll come!" Usopp shouted.

"You don't look intimidating enough," she shouted back.

"Ah.  Yeah.  That's fair."

"I can go!" the waiter called.

She looked up at him and gave him a consoling smile (see, already she was starting to thaw).  "I need someone who can pretend they don't know me."

"Oh," Luffy said, slumping over the railing. "That doesn't sound fun."

She turned back to Zoro.  "I'm buying."

That got him up.

He'd have gone with her anyway.

"Get me a donut from the place!" Luffy shouted.  "Two donuts.  Maybe half a dozen."

Zoro waved over his shoulder in acknowledgement.  A dozen donuts it is.

They walked into town mostly in silence, Zoro with one hand casually on a sword hilt.  It wasn't a big enough town for Nami to be causing trouble.  It wasn't a big enough town for there be much trouble to get into.

"You gonna tell me what's going on, or do I have to guess?"

"What's going on," she said, her smile turning bright, "is I am going drinking with my friend."

"Yeah right."

"Believe me or not, I don't care," she said, hefting open the heavy bar door and nudging him inside.

Zoro sat sideways at the bar to keep an eye on things while Nami leaned forward on both elbows and ordered.  Beer for him, rum and coke for her.

When their drinks came, she threw it back for a big swig, set down with a clunk, and said, "So I'm homesick."

"What?"  Oh.  They were drinking.

"I know.  It's not something I've experienced before, so you're going to hang out with me until it passes."

"You've been homesick," he said into his beer.  "I've seen you homesick."

"That's it though!  This is different.  Before it was...longing.  I wished for the place that used to be there.  For the people who used to love me.  I knew it didn't exist.  It was a fantasy.  I hoped that one day, after I set everything right, it would be true again, but even then, I...I don't know if I ever believed it. 

"But now...Now there are people out there who care about me.  I could turn around and go back to them.  And...I miss them.  As they are and not as I wish they would be.  Does--I don't know--does that make sense?"

He grimaced.  It made sense, he guessed.  Not that he had any personal experience.  It made sense she would miss a place that liked her more than she would miss a place that hated her.  What didn't make sense was "Why'd you want to tell me about this?  I don't do--"  He used his beer to gesture at whatever emotions she was having.

"Because we're friends, you idiot.  And you're the only one who will listen without trying to solve it.  I don't need anyone to fix me, I need someone to sit there while I whine and then say something rude to cheer me up."

She was right: if she wanted that, she didn't have other options.

"Gah!  And you know what the worst part is?  More than anything right now, do you know what I want?"  She leaned in as if it were a secret and someone might overhear.  "A Coco Village tangerine tartlet."

He snorted and didn't bother trying to hold back a smirk.  "There's a real easy way to make that happen."

"I'd rather stick my hand in boiling water than give him the satisfaction."  She threw back the rest of her drink.

And see?  This was why he liked Nami.

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"Hey, waiter, I got a request."

Sanji blinked at him once before excitement rippled over him, lighting his eyes, pulling him taller.  He was so genuinely happy that the smugness wasn't as bad as usual.  "Oh?  You have a request?"

"Yeah.  You want to write it down on your little waiter note pad?"

Sanji smiled at him.  Indulgent.  Like Zoro was cute and Sanji was winning.

Fuck, he hated this guy.

"The last island had tiny pies with orange filling."

"Tiny pies?  Like...hand pies?"

"A pie.  But small."

A moment to process, and Sanji's smile blossomed like this was the best day of his life.  "Do...you mean...a tartlet?"

His glee set off all Zoro's hackles.  There was no way he was saying the word tartlet.  "I mean a tiny pie.  Put some tangerine crud in there--"

"Tangerine curd?" Sanji looked fucking delighted.

"--Some whipped cream and sunflower seeds on top."

His face fell into confusion.  "Sunflower seeds?"

"On the top."

"..."

"Makes it look like a flower."

"..."

"You take them out of the shell first, dumbass."

Sanji took a breath, like he was going to argue but couldn't find the words, and then just froze there, too confused and disgusted to move.

Oh, he broke the waiter.

"You can't make it?"

That snapped him out of it.  "What?  Of course I can make it!  I'm not sure I should tho.  It sounds like an abomination."

"Fine," Zoro said, already turning away.  "Don't make it."

He went out to sit on the deck, and predictably, a few hours later the waiter came out carrying a tiny pie on a plate.  He was back to being a delighted asshole as he tucked one arm at the small of his back and bowed low to get eye level with Zoro.  "Your tangerine tartlet, sir, with citrus infused whipped cream and sunflower seeds.  As requested."

The filling was bright orange, the surface shining in the sun, like it would crack when a spoon went through it.  A spiral of sunflower seeds interrupted the shine in a way that actually looked a whole lot like the center of a sunflower.  It would have been impressive, if Zoro were in the mood to be impressed.

"Cool," he said, and took the plate without taking any bait.

He then waited for Sanji to leave.

Which he didn't.  He just stood there and grinned.

"You gonna watch me eat?"

"I want to see the look on your face."

Zoro set the plate down, and Sanji's face fell.

"Come on!  You can't not eat it!"

"Don't look at me, weirdo."

"I want to know if you like it!"

"It's fine."

Sanji threw his hands in frustration.  "You haven't tried it!"

Zoro got up, bringing his plate with him, and muttered "Fuck off," as he headed inside.

"Are you kidding me?!" Sanji shouted after him.  "You childish asshole!  See if I ever do anything for you again!"

It was the most empty threat Zoro had ever heard.

He knocked and let himself into Nami's room.

She was bent low over a map with her glasses on, a pucker between her eyebrows that told him she might not even realize he was there.  The plate bumped her arm after he slid it across the table, and only then did she look away from her work.  Her eyes widened, then snapped up to him.

He crossed his arms over his chest, his grin smug and vicious in a way that reminded people why he was called the demon.

"You asked him!" she accused.

"I didn't say it was for you."

"Are you kidding?  He's going to know it's for me.  What, he's going to think it's for you?"

"He's not real smart."

She muttered, "He's not the only one," but she pulled the plate closer, giving it a good inspection.

He wanted to tell her how much Sanji bitched about the sunflower seeds, how much Zoro had had to put up with to get this thing.  But the barely there softening of her face, the curiosity and familiarity that sparked in her eyes stopped him.

She took up the spoon and took a bite.  A warmth spread across Nami's face, her shoulders relaxing with a sigh, one of the most genuine smiles he'd ever seen pulling at her cheeks.

"Thanks, Zoro."

He jerked his chin to show he heard her, and she scoffed as she took another bite of her tiny pie.

#One Piece #my fic #opla

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SD Drama CD Translation: Fujieda After Story

Part 3 

CD 2 Track 1

Towa: “... Hello?...”

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Mob: “…Don’t struggle…”

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Fujieda: “… It isn’t connecting.”

Lisa: “Fujieda-sensei, it’s time.”

Fujieda: “Yes.”

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Towa: “…”

Kidnapper 1: “Yo, how are you feeling?”

Towa: “Who are you?”

Kidnapper 1: It’s our first time meeting so of course you don’t know... Well don’t pay me any mind.”

Towa: “…”

Kidnapper 1: “Do you understand why you ended up here like this?”

Towa: “This is related to Fujieda, I assume?”

Kidnapper 1: “Amazing, you’re totally on the mark! As you said, it was by request of the unfortunate people who suffered at the hands of former corrupted lawyer Fujieda.”

Towa: “Request?”

Kidnapper 1: “Yeah. I told you not to mind me earlier, didn’t I? I’m not the main character of this event. Right?”

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Towa: “Who’s that?”

Kidnapper 2: “…”

Kidnapper 1: “Of course you don’t know him either, but your partner might, perhaps.”

Towa: “Partner?”

Kidnapper 1: “Hey hey, don’t start pretending now, I’m talking about Fujieda-sensei.”

Kidnapper 2: “My father was deceived by someone he knew and got a huge amount of money stolen, and at the trial, Fujieda was the one who was in defence of the other party.”

Towa: “…”

Kidnapper 2: “No matter how you think about it, the person who deceives another is the one at fault. And yet, Fujieda played some dirty tricks and got my father’s lawsuit rejected. After that, it didn’t go well with his job, and all the money was invested into the trial, mother got sick and had to be admitted to a hospital. If it wasn’t for Fujieda, the money that got stolen could have maybe been returned….It’s his fault that we’re…”

Kidnapper 1: “There are other victims like this too. So that’s how we made the assembly of victims.”

Towa: “And who are you? A victim?”

Kidnapper 1: “Me? Well, I’m kinda like that too. Our group was also defeated by the Takasato-gumi because of Fujieda.”

Towa: “So in short, as soon as Takasato-gumi disappeared, you came out and took money from the victims.”

Kidnapper 1: “Don’t be like that, you’re making us sound bad. We’re just borrowing it, because we can’t do anything for free. But you see, if we get a good amount of consolation money, we can return it back to everyone.”

Towa: “The silent call, the fire, and the car incident were all your doings?”

Kidnapper 1: “Does it really matter, if it was us who did it or one of the victims?”

Towa: “You didn’t have to go as far as this. Why not confront Fujieda with your demands openly?”

Kidnapper 1: “You know, we did try this several times.”

Kidnapper 2: “Yeah, we called him, but he persistently told us that there is nothing left to talk about.”

Kidnapper 1: “Didn’t he make fun of you all just because you’re ordinary folks? People really won’t get serious if there is no real danger. And that’s why we abducted you.”

Towa: “You’re planning to send a picture of me beaten up to Fujieda?”

Kidnapper 1: “Oh, you understand? Amazing. You live with him, right? Living together with that big bad Mr. Lawyer means that you’re a very important person to him. Even he won’t stay still if such an important person ends up going through something terrible.”

Towa: “Who knows, maybe he already saw through your plans and will ignore you.”

Kidnapper 1: “Hahaha. Could be, he sure is one who doesn’t spare blood or tears. Well, in case he ignores us, we’ll think about the next step later…. Hey! … Hehehe, if you’re scared you can scream and cry.”

Towa: “Ha, do what you want.”

Kidnapper 1: “Trying to show courage?”

Towa: “Does it look like it?”

Kidnapper 1: “Your face is riddled with scars, are you used to fighting?

Towa: “You’re wrong. I like it, getting hurt… It’s been quite some time, I’m thrilled.”

Kidnapper 1: “You’re just saying that now. Well then, let’s begin…”

CD 1 Track 2  

Lisa: “Let me confirm. The accused was sentenced to prison for one year and 2 years of probation. In addition, there is a plea agreement in this case, and the Metropolitan Police Department has determined that the accused is in a very special situation. Therefore, as a special exception it was decided that I, Inoue Lisa from the Shinkoumi investigation will be in charge of probation. That’s all. Do you have any questions about this case?”

Fujieda: “I don’t.”

Lisa: “Could I ask a question instead?”

Fujieda: “Please do.”

Lisa: “I hear there have been various incidents happening around you lately.”

Fujieda: “Yes, that’s… certainly the case.”

Lisa: “I also heard that you’ve been putting a lot of effort into helping the citizens of Shinkoumi. If anything happens, please contact me.”

Fujieda: “Thank you very much.”

Lisa: “Then, I’ll excuse myself.”

Taku: “Fujieda-san, thank you so much.”

Fujieda: “Not at all. I should be the one saying that instead, thank you very much. And I’m sorry for everything.”

Taku: “…”

Fujieda: “…I have something I want to ask, is it fine?”

Taku: “Yes.”

Fujieda: “It’s about compensation.”

Taku: “Compensation?”

Fujieda: “Yes. I…Until now I committed a lot of sins. I involved the people around me….and Towa too. Murase-san, I see you as one of the victims.” (TN: he is using the more casual way of saying “I” (ore) here, compared to the (watashi) he normally uses with people except Towa, I assume he is using it because he is talking about his private matter here) 

Taku: “…”

Fujieda: “It may not be the time to say it now, but how can it be compensated?”

Taku: “You helped me enough with the trial today. I’m very grateful that you took up my defense.”

Fujieda: “…”

Taku: “You aren’t satisfied with this?”

Fujieda: “I’m sorry.”

Taku: “Can I also talk about something?”

Fujieda: “Yes.”

Taku: “It’s about Towa’s…past.”

Fujieda: “…”

Taku: “In order to learn the truth about your sister, you made Towa remember his past that I had always hidden from him. I didn’t like that. When I saw Towa suffering afterwards, I wondered if it was really ok, or if it would’ve been better to just not let him remember. I blamed you, and also myself for it. However, now I think you weren’t wrong. Looking at Towa, I understood that this was also another possible path. I am not in a position to blame you for trying to stick to your beliefs and involving the ones around you. After all, there is no other way than to face your own self. Fujieda-san, you said earlier that you were prepared for everything, right? Is that still the case?”

Fujieda: “Yes.”

Taku: “Then it’s okay. Please take care of Towa as well from now on. “

Fujieda: “Murase-san.”

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Fujieda: “…..Towa, why aren’t you answering?”

Fujieda: “Towa?”

Igarashi: “Eh, I’m sorry it’s me, Igarashi.”

Fujieda: “Ah, my bad Igarashi, it was you”

Igarashi: “Anyways, Fujieda-san. Towa-san was-”

Fujieda: “Did something happen to Towa? I can’t contact him at all.”

Igarashi: “After hearing that Rei-san got hit by a car, I headed for the hospital. On my way, I saw someone who looked like Towa-san being taken away in a car.”

Fujieda: “Do you know where the car went?”

Igarashi: “Yes… Fujieda-san, I might know who the culprit is.”

Fujieda: “I see. Then we should be able to find Towa instantly.”

Igarashi: “They often hung out with the Takasato-gumi and were like brothers to me. Not like a sworn brother, it’s an older friendship and we got along like real brothers. But they joined a different group now.”

Fujieda: “…”

Igarashi: “I heard about your harassment and did some research, thinking it had some relation to our group… Is there some connection between Takasato-gumi’s downfall and you?

Fujieda: “…Yes, that’s right.”

Igarashi: “…”

Fujieda: “Igarashi-kun, you said Takasato-gumi was like a family to you, but for me, they were enemies I couldn’t forgive, no matter what.”

Igarashi: “…”

Fujieda: “And... it’s… the same for Towa.”

Igarashi: “…”

Fujieda: “I’m sorry for keeping silent.”

Igarashi: “…I’m sorry…I’m…a little confused…. I don’t really understand it… Sakaki was someone I admired…and Takasato-gumi is an enemy for Towa?”

Fujieda: “…”

Igarashi: “…But there is probably no reason… for you to lie to me like this. I’ll understand if it’s really true or not if I ask Towa.”

Fujieda: “You will.”

Igarashi: “I thought of Takasato-gumi as my family because I was one of the members of the group.”

Fujieda: “…”

Igarashi: “But if you look at it from the view of the people who suffered, it’s different for them. Takasato-gumi probably committed many cruel things that would make a lot of people dislike ‘em to the point of a desire to kill. That’s why I…”

Fujieda: “It’s fine if you feel any hate towards me. I want to make up for it.”

Igarashi: “Fujieda-san, there are more things I want to ask and talk about, but now’s not the time. We’ve gotta hurry and save Towa-san.”

Fujieda: “Yes.”

CD 2 Track 3

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Kidnapper 3: “What’s with him, why is he laughing? Is he losing it?

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Fujieda: “Towa!”

Kidnapper 1: “Lawyer Fujieda. How did you know about this place?”

Igarashi: “Towa-san.”

Towa: “Igarashi.”

Fujieda: “Igarashi-kun saw you kidnap him and contacted me.”

Kidnapper 1: “…So it was your fault, Igarashi.”

Igarashi: “Hayashi, why did you do something like this?”

Kidnapper 1: “Everything’s the fault of the guy standing next to you.”

Fujieda: “As you said, I’m the target. Then why did you involve other people?”

Kidnapper 1: “Because you didn’t want to deal with us. Right?”

Kidnapper 2: “…”

Fujieda: “You are Nakagawa-san’s…”

Nakagawa: “…You remember? “

Fujieda: “I remember everyone who was involved in a case I was responsible for. The defendant was the president of a trading company who did business with the Takasato-gumi, and was sued by your father for 50 million yen in fraud.”

Kidnapper 1: “Impressive, as expected of a lawyer, you really are smart….Then of course, you understand why he holds a grudge against you.”

Fujieda: “Because he lost the case?”

Kidnapper 2: “…If it wasn’t for you at that time, father wouldn’t…we wouldn’t be having such a hard life afterwards. It’s your fault that we….”

Fujieda: “That’s not correct Nakagawa-san. Your father was blinded by the prospect of making fast money and lent his name to someone who approached him, knowing it was illegal to do so. However, he later realized that he had been forced to take responsibility for the loan and that all the money had been taken away, so he panicked and filed a lawsuit against the man who was an executive for Takasato-gumi.”

Kidnapper 2: “Th- that’s…”

Fujieda: “My actions were certainly rough, but the reason for losing the case was set from the very beginning on his side. Or am I wrong?”

Kidnapper 2: “You are! This is your…”

Kidnapper 1: “Hey hey, stop trying to coax him, lawyer. Our group also lost because of you.”

Fujieda: “Group? Which one?”

Kidnapper 1: “You know the Shourinkai, right?”

Fujieda: “Yeah. They fought against the Takasato-gumi, but according to Igarashi you still were with the Takasato group.”

Towa: “Ha, the victims and assailants colluded, in short.”

Kidnapper 2: “…Shut up! This was all for the sake of getting revenge against you.”

Kidnapper 1: “Lawyer, I’m one of Shourinkai members now.”

Igarashi: “Hayashi you…”

Fujieda: “It was only proved in court that it was Shourinkai's side that fired the first shot in that case.”

Kidnapper 1: “If you didn’t have that witness testify, our group wouldn’t have lost.”

Fujieda: “I was being threatened by the Shourinkai not to let the witness testify.”

Kidnapper 1: “Shut up! Anyways it was your fault we lost….If you don’t want him to suffer any further, be obedient and listen to what we have to say.”

Fujieda: “What is it?”

Kidnapper 1: “That’s right. First it’s money; you have plenty in stock anyways. It’s your fault we had to experience those tough times, so you need to support us now.”

Towa: “Ha…”

Kidnapper 1: “What?”

Towa: “Are you planning on threatening me with this? Don’t make me laugh.”

Kidnapper 1: What’s that supposed to mean?”

Fujieda: “…Towa, don’t do it.”

Towa: “If you want to cut me, I’ll let you do it.”

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Kidnapper 1: “Ugh, what’s with him, is he crazy?”

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Fujieda: “…Can you stand?”

Towa: “Yeah.”

Fujieda: “Why would you do that nonsense?”

Towa: “It’s fine. Just a little won’t be a problem.”

Fujieda: “..It ends here.”

Towa: “You…”

Kidnapper 1: “Shit. Hey get him!”

Fujieda: “…Challenge accepted.”

Igarashi: “Fujieda-san, finish this.”

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Mob: “Asshole.”

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Mob: “Shit. C’mon.”

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Igarashi: “I’m…also a former Takasato-gumi member…!”

Mob: “Shut it with the whining.”

Igarashi: “Arg…Shit…I’ll take you on and win!”

Mob: “Shit…Die.”

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Nakagawa: “Please stop. Please don’t hit me.”

Fujieda: “You didn’t hurt Towa, that’s why I won’t hit you, Nakagawa-san.”

Nakagawa: “…”

Fujieda: “If you’re facing any hardships with your livelihood, please consult me anytime. I’ll support you with all my power.”

Nakagawa: “…What’s your intention… by saying something like this suddenly? Could it be…that you’re thinking about revenge on me?”

Fujieda: “No, there are many people who think like you in this city. Everyone is a victim of the former Shinkoumi. Even if it was temporary, I was one of them who let you suffer. This is an unmistaken truth, but now I want to save these people. Exchanging revenge or punishment won’t solve anything. To be prepared, to stand by and support. That will destroy my sins.”

Nakagawa: “….”

Kidnapper 1: “Lawyer. Does that mean… you will also recompense for us?”

Fujieda: “You’re on my side of this story, so I will welcome it if you want to atone together.”

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Kidnapper 1: “Ha.”

Towa: “…”

Igarashi: “Towa-san, are you ok?”

Fujieda: “Does it hurt?”

Towa: “Not really, it’s not a big deal. Rather… before you snapped, right?”

Fujieda: “Me?”

Towa: “Yeah. You suddenly punched his face…even the color of your eyes changed.”

Fujieda: “No, I didn’t snap. The moment you cut your cheek with that knife, I thought I can’t forgive them no matter what.”

Igarashi: “Fujieda-san, that’s what you call “snapped”.”

Fujieda: “Is it so?... Why did you cut your cheek in that moment?”

Towa: “That way they’d flinch away and open up a gap.”

Fujieda: “…I felt like dying.”

Towa: “I just cut my cheek a little.”

Fujieda: “You may think like this…but I don’t like it. I doubt there will be more situations like that… but don’t do this again.”

Towa: “I won’t.”

Igarashi: “Even so I didn’t expect the police to get there after that. Everyone was arrested.”

Fujieda: “Because I contacted them before.”

Towa: “This woman was Inoue Lisa, right? Eiji’s successor.”

Fujieda: “Yeah. She seems to be responsible for Murase-san’s probation.”

Towa: “And Taku?”

Fujieda: “I took him to the clinic.”

Towa: “I see.”

Fujieda: “By the way, Igarashi-kun.”

Igarashi: “Yes?”

Fujieda: “I want to express my gratitude again, thank you so much.”

Igarashi: “No no, please stop. Don’t bow your head like this please…Rather about the thing we talked about before we went to that place...”

Fujieda: “Yeah.”

Igarashi: “I’m still not fully over this, but when I heard your words earlier, I thought about some stuff… I mean, I understand Fujieda-san’s feeling of wanting to save people who suffer. I fully understand. I may be a former member of the Takasato-gumi, but what I aim to be is a chivalrous gangster who is strong, cool and kind.”

Fujieda: “Igarashi-kun.”

Igarashi: “I want to make a new group, that can be welcomed by the people of Shinkoumi- but I don’t know if I can actually do it. I… I also want to do somethin’ for Shinkoumi. That’s why please inform me if I can help with anything. I’ll help!”

Fujieda: “Yes, thank you.”

Towa: “He’s kinda like a dog.”

Igarashi: “Eh?”

Fujieda: “You’re right.”

Igarshi: “What’s with that suddenly, Towa-san. Even though we were on such a good note right now. Please stop that~”

Part 4 

#slow damage #bl game #drama cd