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teddybeartoji · 3 months

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MICKEYYYY I’M EMERGING FROM THE BLANKET FORT HAPPILY i come with gifts :33 🍡🍡🧋🧋🌻🌻 i hope today is treating u as kindly as u deserve!!!

OK SOOOO since u finished great pretender there are things i Need to know……. journalist ari is here to interview u i am twirling my little pen and gazing at u fondly ….. first of all!!! i’m gonna have to know your general feelings on the show 👀👀 what did u think?? did u enjoy it??? any parts u especially liked/didn’t really like?? AND then i also need to know your top 3 characters + your favorite case/arc….. it’s extremely important to me.

anyways i love u here is a funny meme that made me think of u <333 they mean the world to me

HIHIHIHIHIIIII HII ARI MY ANGEL!!!! pls know that i love this fucking meme so much but what i love even more is that you sent it to me<3333 and that it made me think of you<33333 love u MWAH

i am now sitting very comfortably with my dr. pepper and i am ready to Go A Little Crazy. btw i am staring right into your eyes are you getting nervous yet little dove? /hj HERE GOES🔥🔥🔥

OKAY OKAY OKAY GREAT PRETENDER!!!!!!! I LIKED IT A LOT!!!!! the fact that they were speaking english in the beginning caught me so off guard i can't even explain it.......... lmao it was cute though!!

i think the second season was my favourite!!! i thought it was really nice how they took more time with the case although yes i understand that there was a lot happening overall so they needed to take more time but i kinda wish the first cases were a bit more drawn out too.... some parts felt a little rushed. like the literally the beginning?? edamura is stealing his wallet but now suddenly they're already in la and that all happened in like the first ten minutes??? that was a lot for a start. but overall i liked it!!!

as for my favourite characters...... look i am truly not immune to little skrunkly kitty cat guys with brown hair and brown hair okay...... edamura my sweetheart<33333333333 (just on a side note i love when ppl wear suits idk something about it just scratches my brain and he was constantly wearing one in the second one i loved it sm)

i felt soo bad by the end of the second one bc nobody treated him right:(((((((( like they didn't tell him anything:(((( yes whatever it was for "his safety" but that doesn't make it right okay:(((((((( like when he got betrayed by his dad after they rescued the kids for the first time???????? and then the whole boat thing??????? he had to watch his friends (fake) die???????? even worse he had to watch his own dad shoot them and then he himself shot his dad?????????? and all that for what??? "for his safety" yeah okay...... HE'S MY BABY:((( kittymura

so i definitely thought that he was gonna betray his friends in the end...................... i'm not saying he's a good guy............. but that old lady was treating him quite nicely wasn't she............. so yes i did think that that was gonna happen buT I DIDN'T THINK THAT WAS STILL A PART OF THE PLOT IN THE END??????? so i was still bamboozled. in a good way i enjoyed that a lot bc i feel like i very often figure out things like this whether i want to or not so i don't get too surprised that often anymore but this did it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WILL GIVE KITTYMURA HIS OSCAR I PROMISE I WILL!!!!!!!!!!!! like holy shit that scene was so good!!!!!!!!!!! i think u said u watched the dubbed one right? anyway i watched the subbed one and the voice acting was top tier in that one too!!!!!! when he starts laughing and saying that he finally bested the blonde bastard or whatever i got chills waaaa that was so fucking sick and then the best part!!!!!! the same u commented about too............. the one where he covering his eyes and then the hand drops over his lips 🥴🥴🥴 SO COOL HE ACTUALLY LOOKED MENACING THERE I LOVED IT SOOOO MUCH i won't lie i might've been rooting for him (sorry to my other beloveds...) but yeah that scene was amazing i was sitting so close to my computer screen i just couldn't pull myself away i was so into it

LAURENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAYYY YIPPEEEE YAYY!!!! MY FAVOURITE BISEXUAL CON-ARTIST. very gender if i do say so myself. i loveed him!!!!!!! i love suave and charismatic characters a lot i think i'm TRYING to project onto them yk. btw have i said that every time i have a job interview or anything alike i just think that i'm george clooney. i'm not even kidding. i just think of him in ocean's 11 and i repeat to myself that I Am A Charismatic Man Who Doesn't Speak Too Loudly Nor Too Fast I Smile And I Keep Eye Contact And I Make A Joke Here And There And I Will Get This Job Because I Am A Cool Guy btw i've gotten every job i have ever been interviewed for.

and i LOVEDDDDDD him in season two!!!!!!!!!! i loved loved loved his background story so much it's so good to see the suave guy who never fucks up.... fuck up. like when he was stammering at their first job plsssss that made me love him so much more. and to see him with dorothy too:((((((((((((((((((((((((( i thought they were really really cute!!! the speaks-too-much and the stares-fondly dynamic always gets me going<33333333 the way he treated dorothy and how sweet he was i almost cried what's new....

+ i just loved when he Showed Emotion. he always had a smile and he was constantly cracking jokes so it was good to see him upset too. made him more real ig.....

PLUSSSS JUNICHI SUWABE IS SOOOOO FUCKING GOOD AAAAAA PLEAAASEEEE HE NEEDS LIKE AN OSCAR TOO he did such a great job with laurent he fit him so well and just overall he's so fucking good like obviously him as sukuna BROOOOOOOOOOOOOO I GOT CHILLS LIKE EVERYTIME HE OPENED HIS MOUTH OKAY and ofc odasaku too............ whewww okay this is another side note bc idk i love voices so i recently also discovered that he voiced viktor from yuri on ice????????????????????? that made my eyes drop out of my head i think voice acting is so fucking sick how do you voice a guy like viktor (btw i've never actually seen it but i've seen clips) and then a mf LIKE SUKUNA THE NEXT DAY THAT'S SO COOOOOL WAAHH

wait also THE LAURENT AND EDAMURA DYNAMIC!!!!!!! INSANE ACTUALLY!!!! very funny and gay. the end of season two made me go very crazy.. like when edamura is losing it and pointing the sword at his dad and then laurent steps in waaaaaaaaaaaaa that was so cool and i loved all of the times when edamura thought he had bested laurent only to realize that that indeed was not the case lmao they're so cute i can't wait to see more of them!!!!

what da fuck i just scrolled up when did this get so long...........anyway my third favourite character drum roll pleaaaaseee..... ABBBIE!!!!!!! I LOVED HER SOO MUCHHH finally a female character who doesn't smile!!!!!!!!!!!!!! very refreshing to see it and what's even more refreshing was that they kept her like that for the whole thing!!!! i feel like typically they'd make her "break" or whatever by the end of the show......... yk like idk if they made edamura n her kiss or something. ew. definitely feels like if a normie would watch it that's what they'd hope for and i'm very glad they didn't give in to that!!!!!!!! not every female character needs a love interest!!!!! she and kittymura made very very good friends and i hope they stay that way!!!!!!

btw i loved cynthia too i am bringing her here aswell!!!!!!!!! i was a silly goose and i kinda spoiled the first plot twist for myself bc.......... when u mentioned her i might've googled her............. just for the looks i wanted to know it's her when i saw her but............. i didn't realize the whole twist was that you wouldn't know who she really was.................. she appeared as the fbi agent and i went waittt isn't this???? 😐😐😐😐😐 yes. yes. it is................................. that was completely on me that was stupid....

anyway i adored the painting arc a lot!!!! it was so sweet and again it let us see the mighty swindler in a way different light and i really appreciated that it can get a bit boring when the characters are JUST some cool people who are always Cool and Successful it's nice to see them have emotions like i said before

i wasn't a big fan of the dad......................... idk if it's really my own daddy issues kicking in but i hope edamura stays mad at him....... that's kinda petty i guess but he fucked up sooooooo badly aaaaaaaa. i get it ur friend dies but then you just completely abandon your family???? yeah okay you had like a masterplan and had other people taking care of your son buT HE'S STILL YOUR SON?????? HE WAS SO TINY BACK THEN AND THEN HE'S JUST WILLINGLY LETTING KITTYMURA GET INTO THESE BIG GIGS wahh okay something about it just doesn't sit right with me okay....... even if it all worked out in the end........... edamura deserved better......

OKAAAAAYYYYYY THIS GOT SO LONG I AM NOT SURPRISED. LONG STORY SHORT I LOVE KITTYMURA AND I LOVE BILAURENT. VERY FUN SHOW AND I AM THANKING YOUR FOR THE RECOMMENDATION MY LOVE!!!!! <33333333333

and we are now reversing the roles as i beg you to answer the same questions please please pretty please!!!!!

(this is my chance to tell u that i watched the first ep of haikyuu last night!!!!!! and i of course liked it a lot what a surprise..... hinata is soo cute very baby and the beef he and kageyama already had made me laugh so hard but i did only watch the first ep so i can't say more but trusttttt i will let you know when i have my favourites picked out hehe)

OKOK ENOUGH ENOUGH HERE'S SOME NICE WARM TEA FOR MY PRETTIEST IRIS ☕☕ oke maybe it's coffee actually either way it's a warm drink to keep you nice and.. warm!!!!! yk since i can't be there to hug you or whatever😒😒😒 ANDDDD HERE'S A 🧁 BC YOU NEED SOMETHING SWEET I KNOW YOU DO!!!!! no rush with the reply bc this turned into a novel but yeah!!! can't wait to hear more of your thoughts!!!! I LOVE YOJUUUUU<3333

+ they're hugging<33333333 kittymura is just surprised but we both know he hugs him right back<33333333333

#HELLLLOOOOOOO YAPNATION #who wants to read my book #damn this got so long #it's fun though #i love kittymura #and laurent #super gay #and super pathetic #which is which #who knows #anyway #THANK YOU FOR BEING MY LITTLE JOURNALIST ARI THIS WAS SO CUTE #made me think of journalist!gojo i won't lie............ i miss him #WAHHH #OKAY #MANY WORDS AS ALWAYS #I LOVE U MWAHHHH #ari <3 #friends!!

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thespiritoflife · 2 years

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Hi hi hiiiii domii!! 💗

Sooo, how are you?? I really really hope you are great and have had an amazing weekend <333 you deserve only the best and always the best!

A reminder to you that you are a very talented writer, a beautiful person inside and out, you deserve all the good things I offers and you are the sweetest person ever ❤ always remember that all of us here love you so much and are so proud of you! You are awesome and you shoukd always remain happy forever!! 💕

As for me, recently has been boring but I have been good! My exams are nearing and I have been studying so really nothing has happened recently, but I have a 2 day holiday today and tomorrow so really happy that I have some peace for 2 days! What about you? How has work been? Really hope it isn't too stressing for you 💖

Here's a moodboard for youuuu <3333

I really hope you like coffee 🤞🏻🤞🏻

Love you a loooot dominika!! Hope you have an amazing day/night today 💗

hi nixie! my dearie!

i am doing quite good! i had a good weekend, don't worry! <33 aww, thank you so much, you deserve everything and more and more!! i hope you had also good weekend!

your reminder makes me want to cry💛🥺 i honestly don't deserve you, the world doesn't deserve you, you're too kind and you have golden heart. stay like that, please, we need more people like you!!! the world would be such a better place🥺💛 and thank you for beautiful reminder, i needed to see it today, so thank you again. you mean everything to me, i love you so much and i'll always will! please stay happy too!! i hope all your dreams will come true!!!

i know you'll do well in your exams, you're strong and smart lady! if you needed help with anything, i am here for you! please, take also break (i am happy you have holiday there!!), and drink loads of water, don't stress and be happy and positive! <33

i don't go to work anymore! (and i am happy abt that,heh) because summer holidays are ending, school is coming so my work ended. but i am happy i earned a money (although it isn't very much but i am still grateful) i hope you'll find a work you will enjoy and love in future. it's really important 💛

THAT MOODBOARD IS SO BEAUTIFUL, THANK YOU SO MUCH, I LOVE IT!! SO MUCH!! you're so cute <3 I LOVE COFFEE!!

I love you so much and take care, nixie! Have amazing holidays <3

#nix being a sweetheart as always🥺#nix🦅#sweet ask #ask #ilysm <33

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legobatjoker · 1 year

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OKAY ITS GETTING CLOSE TO 4AM AUUGHH i need to get to bed like rn omg omg omg !!!! so i will go to bed like rnn !!! but before i do may be a short ask due to the lateness but i really do just want to say that !! ough ireally do jsut love you soso very much my dearest omg !!! like aah omg it rly was soso nice to get to vc today love and chat with u nd like j talk abt stuff and hear ur thoughts and ur life and get to share mine with u yk and just hear ur voice and laugh with you it really was so so lovely dearest yk? just like it always is to spend time with you my dearest you really are just such a wonderful friend to me my love youre so kind and caring and thoughtful and supportive and ik that youre always here for me and and that just makes me feel soso loved and cared for and safe and warm with you and just knowing you and having you in my life brings me so much joy and light and happiness and i really am just soso lucky to know you love ihope you know you mean the whole world to me and i love you soso very much love :'> goodnight love i hope u sleep well, mwah !! <3 💞💞💗🍓🥭💗🍰🐞🦋💌💗✨✨✨

SBJABJABJ not thee 4amness !!!!!! i hope that u can still get good sleep beloved and ahhhh omg i really love you soooooooooo much too like vcing was sososooo wonderful and in general ofc yeshhhh spending time w u is soo much fun and so loevly and u rlly are just sooooo supportive and caring to me tooooo and make me feel sooosososoo much brightness and warmth and im sosososooo glad i can b the same for u and just so happy to be ur friendddd and you mean sososoo mcuh to mee and r so important to me and i rlly j love u sm toooo!!! gnightttt mwah mwah<3333<33<333

#💗✨💗✨💗✨💗✨💗✨💗✨💗✨#castle.answers #mewtuals

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sohyuki · 2 years

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MINT!!! FOR YOUR ASK GAMEEEE

9, 17, 29 and 40 please!!

I hope that finals have been going smoothly <3 <3

-Sherry

HI SHERRY MY LOVE!! thank you for sending these in <3333 i'm sorry i rambled a little >.< finals are going good!! i finished 2 papers today, both of which were my biggest worries and the next two are in a week!! thankies for asking <3

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know.

personally, no. i think my parents do, but i've always been more of a see-to-believe kind of person. not that i want a ghost to appear before me !! would very much like to avoid that !! that being said, i do Not watch horror. never have, never will. i was born a coward.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

CURRENT WIP 😭😭😭 which one is the better question 😔 but i think i'll talk about behold the sun !! the amount of reading i've done (and have yet to do) for this series is more than i've normally had to do but it's been so fun weaving in bits of mythology and history to the characters. for example, the title itself has a lot to do with japanese mythology and history. don't want to spoil anything but it relates to the origins of the yamato dynasty and shinto deities. the seasons will also play an important part in the timeline!! god, it's been a hot minute since i've worked on behold the sun so i'm pretty sure i'm forgetting stuff but yeah! that's the gist i guess

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

honestly, i never have a lot of trouble when it comes to inspiration. it comes randomly (when i'm in the shower) and usually when i least expect it (when i'm in the shower). most of the time it's from music, especially soundtracks because i always want to try to capture the feeling the music invokes. it's weird, but do you ever listen to a song and think "oh god, i want to write this. i want to write whatever this song is saying."

as for when inspiration runs dry, i usually take a shower. but real talk, when i feel like things aren't working, i take a step back because i believe that you can't force writing. and also because you shouldn't force writing. ultimately this is a hobby, and it supposed to be fun. the minute it loses that is when you need to take a step back and reevaluate.

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

oh my lord, i can't write poems to save my life so here is one that is the core of another WIP of mine:

before i came to know you, love,

little my life was worth to me,

i prize it now all things above,

and wish long in this world to be

fujiwara no yoshitaka

WRITER ASK GAME.

#sohyuki inbox #sohyuki.gaming #user:sherry

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always-and-forever-a-killjoy · 4 years

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Coming Home Chapter 2

Hello fuckers I know I promised this chapter yesterday but then I fell asleep because I was incredibly exhausted. So I'm posting it today because I deserve it Also, the song for the last chapter was Revolution Radio by Green Day, which no one guessed! I'll give you a hint for this chapter- it's very far off from Green Day or My Chemical Romance.

Title: Coming, Coming Home

Chapter Title: Cause I’m with you this time

Chapter Wordcount: 3333

Chapter Summary:

Cherri Cola settles into living with Dr. Death Defying and White Lily, figures out that someone actually cares about him, and makes some reckless decisions.

Warnings: implied/referenced past abuse, referenced past misgendering, light panic/anxiety attack, non-graphic/canon-typical violence and injury, uhhh i *think* that's it? (If you want to know what parts to skip, go to the end notes on AO3- I also put a brief summary of any important info in those parts. Stay safe!)

Taglist: @wishiwasthemoon-tonight @sleevesareforlosers @stressed-depressed-emo-mess @tasteofamnesia @dagger-queen @no-braincells-here @piratecherricola (message me, send an ask, or reblog/reply to one of my posts if you want to be added or removed)

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It took a few months for Cherri to really settle in to living with the other two. He was younger than them, and lacked the shared experience of fighting in the Helium Wars. But all three of them had the shared understanding of having grown up too fast, the pain and weariness in the other’s eyes mirroring his exactly. Not to mention that running a pirate radio station and attempting to spark a rebellion did tend to bond people. Having each others’ backs in firefights, fixing the radio equipment together, and eating their meals as a group only aided that process.

So 109 WKIL slowly got off the ground, heading into the sky just as promised. Their transmitter was fairly decent, and so their range was large even if few listeners were tuning in right now. But the rebellion grew daily, neutrals and Battery City folk abandoning a more peaceful life under the hand of Better Living Industries for the wild world of a killjoy. White Lily spoke over the radio at least weekly, encouraging them to fight, to not let themselves be squashed under bli’s heel.

“Power is not given, but taken. If you hate oppression, you better be ready to fight against the oppressor and give it everything you’ve got.”

Cherri was sitting in his usual spot under the broadcast desk, making sure that all the equipment was running smoothly as White Lily spoke above him. Her voice didn’t have the deep, gravelly weight of D’s, but the fire in it was inspiring. There had always been something about White Lily that made people want to follow her, D had told him. Some spark in her spirit that kindled fires in others, bringing them together under her leadership.

“Better Living may have bombs, and gas, and more ray guns than we can dream of getting our grubby little killjoy paws on. But we have something they can never replace: spirit. You can’t make a fiery heart with pills and white walls. They can take our bodies, shoot us full of plasma and throw us to the wolves. But they can never touch our spirit. Never. We will rise again, as many times as they try to throw us down.

"The spirit of the desert is something they can’t kill with any amount of laser beams. Any size of bomb, any number of exterminators. None of it will squash our spirit, and that’s what makes us invincible. As long as a single killjoy rises to fight, Better Living Industries cannot win. So get out there, crash queens! Get your vehicles, motorbabies. Angel kissers, grab your med kits, and kerosene saints, your matches. We’ve got a corporation to overthrow, and we’re not stopping at just nipping at their heels. Killjoys, it’s time to make some noise!”

She clicked off the radio. “How was that?”

“Good,” Cherri told her. “Inspiring. Makes you want to fistfight an exterminator.”

“Oh good, that’s what I was hoping for.” Lily paused. “No fistfighting exterminators though, that’s a bad idea.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“Oh yes I can,” Lily laughed. She was still grinning as she reached to help Cherri out from under the desk, a grin both achingly close and achingly far to one he remembered. There were days when she looked so much like his sister it hurt, not in her features but in the way she laughed and her teasing grin as she and D bantered back and forth.

Cherri tried not to think about it as he pulled himself to his feet. “And how do you plan on stopping me?”

“Hmm…I think I shall tackle you.”

“Then what?”

“Make D lecture you nonstop until you fall asleep.”

Cherri laughed as they headed back into the house. "Good luck with that."

So far, they hadn’t had to move the van from its position in front of their home in Zone Four, but all of them knew it was only a matter of time before bli would be breathing down their necks.

“We have some time,” D said that evening. “Our signal will be hard to track, and we don’t have a wide enough reach to be a threat to Better Living Industries yet.”

“We’re getting there, though,” Lily commented, digging around for the last bit of power pup in her can.

“True, we’ve got a lot more listeners now than we did before.” Cherri was already finished with his, playing with his dented spoon and reflecting the sunlight across the room idly. “It’s going to be hard to stay hidden for long, not when the other killjoys whisper about our station and spread the word between themselves.”

“The more people who know, the easier it is for Better Living to find us,” D agreed. “Of course, we need people to know so they’ll tune in, but we’ll have to be careful as we get larger.”

“Careful, careful, you’re always careful.” Lily leaned back in her chair, setting down her spoon. “I’m not saying we abandon all caution, but there’s going to be risks running a rebellion. A lot of the time, we’ll just have to decide if they’re worth taking.”

Cherri nodded, still examining the spoon. “And a lot of the time they will be.”

“Didn’t know you were such a daredevil, Cher.” He made to glare at Lily, but she went on. “You’re right though. Everything’s a risk, and we’re going to have to take a lot of them.”

“I don’t like that,” D put in.

“None of us do, except maybe Cherri the daredevil over here. But we’re doing it.”

“We’re doing it,” D agreed tiredly.

“I’m not a fucking daredevil,” Cherri muttered. That was….mostly true. Risk for the sake of risk wasn’t exactly his thing, but risk for any other sake was. As long as only his life was at risk, it was a risk worth taking. He figured, at least.

“You’re pretty fucking daring, Cher.”

“Only risks that are worth it, though.” He pretended not to see the two older ‘joys exchange glances.

True to their predictions, the rebellion grew. Their radio was a contributing factor, Cherri hoped. It certainly seemed to have grown in popularity as more killjoys entered the desert and more neutrals lay down their peaceful ways and took up arms alongside the killjoys. WKIL was something whispered about in killjoy circles, told to the newbies, the undergrads of the desert.

Cherri knew because he was the one who went and talked with them, the lesser-known face. Everyone recognized at very least the voices of D and Lily by now, the two radio speakers who rallied the rebels, but Cherri Cola was not a name whispered in legend yet. He was just a sixteen year old with a shitty ray gun and a bad haircut, which had advantages and disadvantages.

One of the advantages was the ability to go talk to random people and be seen as relatively harmless, just a teen with a bright pink mask. There was nothing about him to suggest that he was an incredible shot with a ray gun or a dangerous fighter, not in the slightest. He wore oversized clothes and perpetually looked disheveled, so he had been told. And if you didn’t look too closely at his eyes, you wouldn’t even see the fire in them.

So Cherri used that hidden advantage, appearing perfectly harmless to anyone who didn’t know him well. It was helpful for White Lily and Dr. Death Defying, since neither of them could go anywhere where there were a lot of rebels without being recognized.

And the rebellion grew and grew. Their voices were growing louder, their colors brighter even as Better Living Industries tried to squash them down. The spirit of the desert truly was rising, and a faint sense of hope had started to permeate the air. White Lily never promised that they would win. But she promised that Better Living Industries wouldn’t, so long as a single killjoy stood, and that was enough for most of the desert.

They were teenagers, mainly. The bulk of the force that was forming the current rebellion was either teenagers, running from their pasts in Battery City, or twenty-something former soldiers of the Helium Wars, running from what they had done or trying to put it right. They were young and invincible, so it seemed. The reality that they could easily die doing this hadn’t sunk in for most of the younger population of the desert, intoxicated on freedom and the thrill of the desert.

D and Lily knew that reality all too well, Cherri knew. He knew they knew what all of them were up against, had watched death in their own right in the Helium Wars, had wrought it with their own hands.

He knew what the consequences were too, a memory of bli employees in clean white suits coming to respectfully ‘recruit’ the person he loved most hovering behind a door in his mind. That door would remain closed, Cherri had decided. The past was the past- but he fought because of it anyways, knowing the horrors Better Living Industries had done.

Cherri might have been young, but he was no fool. He knew quite well that he could die, and he couldn’t be bothered to give a fuck, as Lily would put it. There were things more important than living to some grand old age, and this rebellion was one of them.

He would be lying to himself if he said that some part of him wasn’t in this for revenge, maybe a larger part than he was willing to admit.

“If you take away someone’s world, they might just burn yours down,” Cherri muttered to himself, aiming his shitty old ray gun at the empty cans Lily had set up that day. Despite how long he had already been out here, they still hadn’t managed to locate him a better weapon. That was fine, he thought, he was deadly enough even without one, but D and Lily both insisted that it would be a lot easier for him with something that wasn’t outdated by at least three years.

“What?” Cherri jumped as D came to stand next to him, aiming his own black and blue ray gun at the cans. “Did you say something, Cherri?”

“Oh, uh. Nothing.”

D shrugged, tilting his head to take aim. “You don’t have to tell me, I just figured I’d ask in case you were trying to tell me something.”

Cherri lowered his ray gun, glancing down. “I said if you take away someone’s world, they might just burn yours down.”

“Ah. True, and insightful.” Cherri didn’t have to glance over at D to know his face would be gently concerned. “Somewhat dark though, you could say.”

“Guess so.”

They were silent for a moment, apart from the zap of ray guns.

“Pasts are something to be forgotten here,” D said finally. “But if you need someone to talk to about yours, Lily and I will support you.”

“Thanks.”

“I mean it, you know.”

Cherri fiddled with his ray gun. “Yeah.”

“Just putting that out there.” D turned back to their target practice.

Despite D’s words, there was a silent agreement amongst the three of them that pasts were not to be spoken of or asked about. Occasionally, D or Lily would tell a few stories, mainly from their childhood. They rarely talked about the Helium Wars, only occasionally with each other. And Cherri said nothing about his past. Instead, he pretended not to notice the days when the other two flinched at any loud sound, and they pretended not to hear him cry out in the night, when everything was silent and there was no buffer against the memories. It was a courtesy more than anything, a way to keep each other from having to speak about their darkest times. Usually, Cherri appreciated that, finding it easier to deal with any hurt alone than worry about burdening the others.

Tonight, however, was different. No matter how much he tried to calm himself down, his breath kept coming too quickly and he couldn’t drown out the voices of his past. Worthless, never going to amount to anything…should be more like Samantha…your grades are slipping again…never going to be a boy…

Cherri shivered violently, even though the blanket was tucked safely over him, and climbed off the window seat he had been using as a sort of bed, picking up said blanket. It was cold in the desert at night, no use leaving it behind.

It took him more rests of leaning against the wall and trying frantically to draw a single breath than he wanted to admit before he was down the hall to the room D and Lily had claimed. Their door was cracked open, but Cherri pushed it open a little bit further to see both of them seemingly sleeping peacefully as he stood in the doorway.

“Cher?” That was White Lily, lifting her head a bit from the mattress. “Everything okay?”

He managed to shake his head, and she gestured for him to come sit.

“What’s going on, friendo?”

“Bad dream,” Cherri whispered.

“Ah. Those are no fun. Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.”

Lily nodded as if to say that didn’t surprise her, and she looked dreadfully like someone he used to know in that moment. “Come on then, lay on down. D won’t mind if you elbow him, he gets up at ass o’clock in the morning anyways.”

Cherri was quite certain D would, in fact, mind, but he did as she asked anyways, settling down on the creaky mattress. Lily put her arm out in what was clearly an offer, but didn’t touch him until he rolled over towards her. When he did, she wrapped her arm around him fully, pulling him closer, and Cherri felt like he could breathe for the first time since waking up.

Lily didn’t say ‘I love you’ or anything of the sort, but she did ruffle his hair and give him a quiet “Goodnight, Cher.”

And Cherri didn’t say ‘I love you’ either, but he leaned into her embrace. “Goodnight, Lily.”

True to Lily’s words, it was, in fact, what Cherri would qualify as ‘ass o’clock in the morning’ when D woke up and proceeded to wake the other two up while getting out of bed.

“Is it even light out?” Cherri questioned as Lily gave a massive yawn.

“No, which is why D’s being an asshole.”

“I didn’t mean to wake you up, Lil. Or you, Cherri.” He didn’t question why Cherri was there, much to Cherri’s relief.

“You did anyways,” Lily grumbled, but she released Cherri and sat up. “I guess it would be time to get up soon anyways.”

“Exactly,” D huffed.

Lily just yawn-laughed as she got up, and Cherri reluctantly followed the others downstairs. They had quick breakfast in the predawn light, followed by a bit of fussing around as they got ready for D’s morning broadcast, organizing all the news and things that had come in yesterday. Killjoys had started to send them news of the desert, to the point where they got almost as much from what people sent in/dropped off/radioed to them as what Cherri found out on his almost daily runs. It was starting to pass what he could find out on daily runs, really. But he went anyways because they still needed his info, and they needed to eat.

“Bye, Lily, D!”

“See you, Cherri,” Lily hollered back. “Be careful!”

“I will!”

The three of them split the tasks that living in the desert and running a radio station required. Today, D and Lily were taking the radio station van to drive around and talk to people, encourage them to join the cause. Cherri was taking the motorcycle to get any news and see if he couldn’t grab some power pup from a supply truck.

He sped down the road, getting in position to raid the supply truck. A one-killjoy raid was a dumb idea, for sure, but Better Living Industries hadn’t started to arm their trucks very heavily yet, and Cherri was confident enough in his ability to think he could pull it off. This was a small one, anyways. The initial raid went off without a hitch- the driver and few accompanying dracs were dead before they had time to see the teenage killjoy who hurried down from the dune to pull out as much of the contents of the truck as would fit in the sidecar of the motorbike. It was afterwards that became the problem, as a full two cars of bli employees came rushing towards the site.

“Fuck,” Cherri hissed under his breath. He quickly assessed his odds. One teenager with a shitty ray gun and a motorcycle against what must be at least one scarecrow and probably at least eight dracs was not good odds, but he doubted running away would be any better. They would chase him down, and then he wouldn’t even have the advantage of his higher vantage point. Hiding wasn’t an option either, given that dracs would search the entire area, so Cherri crouched behind the motorcycle and got ready to fire.

When the first person hopped out of the car, Cherri almost swore out loud. Not a scarecrow. An exterminator. He was so fucked.

Cherri’s hands shook slightly as he lifted the ray gun and aimed. He had to take down that exterminator as soon as possible, or he was dead. The shakiness proved his undoing, as the shot whistled past the exterminator, missing by barely half an inch and causing the Better Living operative to turn.

Fuck it. Cherri got out from behind the motorcycle and ran directly towards them, firing off shots indiscriminately. His best shot now was to overwhelm and confuse them. It seemed to be working, given that one thing they did not expect was a teenager in a bright pink mask to come running directly at them. In fact, most of the dracs froze, enough that he was able to get in a few good shots before they realized what was happening. One shot even hit the exterminator in the shoulder, but unfortunately not their shooting arm, leaving them perfectly capable of raising their gun to retaliate.

Retaliate they did, and Cherri screamed as a shot hit him in the side. “Fuck! Fuck you!” He was shaking too hard to shoot back as the exterminator held up a hand, quite calmly.

All the dracs stopped, and the exterminator strolled casually towards Cherri. “Greetings, rebel.”

Cherri spit at their feet.

“Rather rude of you, wasn’t that? I’m tempted to kill you here, you ill-mannered rebel scum.” They reached out and tilted Cherri’s chin up to look them in the eye, letting him see the cold fire that lingered there.

“Get fucked,” Cherri spat out as they took his ray gun from a shaking hand and tossed it over their shoulder.

“I do appreciate the suggestion, but I suggest you keep your mouth shut if you want to live.”

Their ray gun was positioned at his neck, and Cherri knew he had a low chance of surviving even a stun shot to that spot at such a close distance.

“I would kill you now, ill-mannered rebel, but I think I’ll let you live for one reason and one reason only- I want you to go to that ‘Doctor D’ and his friend White Lily, and tell them they will not win. We will find the radio station you killjoys speak of, we know your precious leader is hiding out in Zone Four. So go, tell them. And pray you survive that shot.”

They shoved Cherri, and he stumbled away, ignoring the pain in his side as he climbed onto the motorcycle. He revved the engine, throwing it into action and barely caring if some of the supplies fell out of the sidecar.

The exterminator watched him go with a cruel smile.

#cherri cola #dr. death defying #ttlofk #coming coming home tag #auri writes #ask to tag #white lily #killjoy oc #sometimes a family is a 21 y/o rebellion leader her tired best friend and the feral 16 y/o they picked up along the way

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thisgirlsays22 · 6 years

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You Are Not Alone (Part 1)

Rating: E

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin

Pairing(s): Mikasa Ackerman/Jean Kirstein, Eren Yeager/ Levi

Word Count: 1.8K

Additional Tags: Post-canon, angst, smut More Tags On AO3

Summary:

Mikasa relishes in her newfound sense of freedom. Loneliness does not mean she is alone.

A prequel and sequel to Home and I Know (I Am the One in Love).

Written for the wonderful @dreamxxdream as a (belated) birthday gift. Nadine, you are a wonderful friend and I am very lucky to have you!

And thank you to @fluffymusketeer for the beta <3333

Read on Ao3 or under the cut.

The moment Levi arrived at her door, Mikasa knew that Eren’s happiness was just around the corner. She could sense it, the same way Sasha always sensed when they needed to slow their movements to sneak up on prey; the way Armin could sense when the political tide was turning against Historia; the way Jean could sense when Mikasa needed to be alone.

She had been taken aback by the unexpected sight of Levi on her front porch. “You’re not Jean.”

And she wasn’t Eren. Levi’s eyes flicked behind her to the dark corridor as though expecting him to be there, waiting.

“He’s not here.”

“I didn’t think he was.”

“You were hoping.”

Levi didn’t answer. Mikasa stepped aside to let him in, and directed him to her small living room. She gestured for him to sit on the sofa--imported from Marley, a gift from Sasha and Connie when she’d moved in--and went to fetch a tray of tea and biscuits from the kitchen.

While the tea was boiling she assembled the tea set, a housewarming gift from Jean, white and delicate with tiny blue birds painted through the center of each cup and all around the teapot. She stared down at the tray, and her thoughts drifted to Eren, as they often did, about whether now he’d come home or if Levi’s return would send him further into the forest of his self-imposed exile.

“He’s living in a stupid cabin now,” she announced as she placed the tray in front of Levi, pushing the plate of biscuits towards him.

Levi was dressed more casually than Mikasa was used to--no cravat, simple black shirt and casual trousers--but his back was rigid, posture perfect as he gave her a short nod and reached for the tea. His expression remained impassive as ever, but Mikasa thought his eyes looked a little sadder than last she’d seen him.

“When did he leave?”

She shrugged. “Not too long after you.”

Levi’s hand briefly stilled as he brought the cup to his lips. Mikasa took note of the hesitation with mild interest.

“Jean’s going to visit him.” She peered at Levi as she took a delicate sip from her cup. “I was actually expecting him to stop by today before he left.”

“Hm.”

“Jean wouldn’t mind if you went instead. It’ll stop him from complaining.”

“Does Eren keep the place clean?”

“You know better than anyone that he was always the best at cleaning.”

Levi gave her a small smile. “Yeah, the Corps should have given him a damn medal.”

She returned the smile and was about to ask about Marley when there was a knock at the door, sharp and precise.

This time it was Jean, dressed in his work clothes. Crisp, white button-down over his most sensible trousers. His hair was neat, perfectly styled, and she looked forward to the damage she’d wreck on it.

“Hey,” he said, hands landing on her waist, head tilting forward to kiss her.

“I have company,” she said, touching a hand to his chest. He straightened, disappointment clouding his face.

He followed her through to the living room, visibly surprised when he spotted Levi. Jean straightened instinctively, and for a moment Mikasa thought he might salute. Levi had been gone long enough that he could be excused for reverting to old habits.

“It’s good to see you, si--Levi.” Jean corrected himself smoothly as Levi arched an eyebrow.

“You too, Jean.”

“I’ll be in Marley in a few weeks for work. I was going to see if you were free for a meal.”

A thought occurred to Mikasa. “You saw each other last time Jean was in Marley, didn’t you?”

“Yes, that's right,” Jean said, and Levi nodded.

That had been right before Eren’s departure, hadn’t it? Before his childish rant about how nowhere felt like home.

In his letters he sounded lonely, but nothing she wrote brought him back. A new strategy had appeared in her doorway today. He hadn’t exactly said yes earlier, though.

“Jean, you wouldn’t mind if Levi went to see Eren, would you?”

Levi eyed Mikasa warily.

“Oh, you mean a weekend in my own bed instead of on Eren’s floor? No, I don’t mind.”

“Sure, I’ll go,” Levi said, putting down his cup. “I suppose I could break his legs for you and drag him back home, if that’s what you want.”

“That won’t be necessary. You just need to bring him some supplies, make sure he hasn’t done anything too stupid,” Mikasa said.

“I’m not a miracle worker.”

“Better you than me.” Jean shrugged his jacket off and draped it over one of the chairs. “You can have a crack at him.”

“How are the others then?” Levi asked, brushing past Jean’s remark.

“Historia’s trying to raise the import taxes again,” Mikasa said.

Levi tilted his chin in Jean’s direction. “Bet you love that.”

Jean leant back in his chair, looking miserable. “It’s causing me no end of trouble, but that’s the job.”

“How’s your station?” Mikasa asked Levi.

“Paint drying would be more interesting. They’re a bunch of lazy bastards.”

“My recruits aren’t much better,” Mikasa said. “I’m glad they can afford to be soft, but…”

“If something happens they won’t be prepared.”

Mikasa nodded. “No matter how much we prepare them.”

“Well, that’s where I come in. I keep the peace.” Jean sat up straight and puffed up his chest.

The afternoon drifted by as they eased back into one another’s company. Jean stopped speaking so stiffly to Levi and started talking to him like a friend again. Levi’s posture relaxed and he laughed at Mikasa’s stories (mostly the one one’s that centred around Hanji and the latest batch of recruits they were wrangling).

When the sky started to darken, Levi stood to say his goodbyes. He cleared his throat, and said, “Give me the supplies for Eren, then. I’ll leave in the morning.”

She and Jean exchanged looks, and Levi looked annoyed.

“Let me get the bag,” she said.

Her love for Eren had always been as difficult to grasp as water. The cruel world as she knew it had revolved around him. A brother, a friend, the object of some indulgent, adolescent fantasties.

But over time that love had taken shape and settled. Strong and sure, but no longer all-consuming. It had still been painful to watch him struggle after the war, unable to help. As she sent Levi off with supplies and directions, she felt something ease in her chest.

After Levi was gone, Jean turned to her. “Do you think Levi’s going there to fuck some sense into him?”

“I have no idea anymore. I thought Levi just wasn’t…”

“Into men?”

“Into anyone.”

Jean wrinkled his nose. “Eren used to have it bad for him. It was embarrassing to watch.”

He was right. Eren had acted like a lovesick idiot at one point during their teens--earning himself both good and ill-natured teasing. His mooning had petered out before the war have moved to Marleyan shores, but...after the war, no matter how miserable Eren could be, he always made space for Levi. They’d been friends.

“Whatever the hell is going on with them, I hope they figure it out,” she said. Then she strolled in the direction of her bedroom, a sway in her hips, and said over her shoulder, “Come on, Ambassador Kirschtein.”

Jean buttoned up his shirt, running a hand over it to smooth the wrinkles. “You’re still coming with me to the palace next week? For the fundraiser?”

She stood before him, still naked, and did up one of the buttons he’d missed. “Ask whoever you’re stringing along this week to go with you.”

Jean huffed, face red. “I’m not stringing anyone along,” he sputtered. “Just because the last date you went on was a year ago, doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t have any fun.”

She rolled her eyes. He was getting hard again as he looked at her, and she palmed his cock through his underwear. Jean stopped fussing with his shirt and pushed her back down on the bed, hovering over her.

“You already said you’d go,” he murmured, appealing to her honor rather than her sympathy. A clever strategy. His hard length pressed between her legs, and she rubbed herself against him, wanting more.

“Alright,” she conceded, pushing his shoulders down towards her naval. “I’m not going to dance, though.”

“Fine. I promise we won’t have any fun at all, and you can mope all you like.” He guided himself down until his head was between her legs, and she ran her fingers through the darker tips of his hair.

She laughed in spite of herself, smiling up at the ceiling as he began to tease her. “We could play practical jokes on Sasha again.”

Jean swirled his tongue around her clit, pace slow and even the way she liked, and when he looked up at her he grinned. “Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?”

“If she gets up to use the bathroom, hide some of her food.”

“She’d never leave her food unguarded.”

“It happened last time.”

“Well then, we’ll keep watch over Sasha’s food for the evening. Does that mean you’ll come?”

“Yes, I suppose it does.” Shit. This meant she’d have to buy a new dress.

Jean moved a hand up to rub her nipple between his fingers and she moaned, bucking her hips.

“Are you going to fuck me now, or what?” she asked.

Jean opened his mouth to reply, but she changed her mind. She pulled him up, wrapped her legs around him, and flipped them over. “Actually, this time I think I’ll fuck you.”

“Hell yeah,” Jean breathed, looking up at her reverently as she sank down on his cock.

Later, hand on the doorknob, he turned and asked her. “Do you really not care if I’m seeing other people?”

“I’ve already told you I don’t.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I wanted to check again. What you said earlier about stringing people along...I’m not...”

“I know,” she said. She was the problem, not Jean.

He nodded and stepped out into the night. She could have asked him to stay; he probably would have, despite the luncheon he was attending the next day. But the loneliness, the kind that hated company, wrapped its hands around her throat and kept the words from coming. Jean didn’t push the matter, but he gave her a quick kiss before he walked out the door.

That night, lying in her bed, she reached for her notebook on her bedside table and wrote:

You are not alone.

You are NOT alone.

Over and over until she hit the end of the page. She wrote them for herself, for Eren. As though she could will them to come true.

She’d taken to sleeping with things in the bed when Jean wasn’t there--clothes, notebooks, pens. In quiet moments like these, surrounded by the stillness of the night, the soft chirping of crickets outside her window, she let herself miss them all.

Of its own accord, her hand slid down the opposite side of the bed. She fell asleep with her notebook by her head.

#JeanKasa #Ereri #fanfic #snk #aot #my writing #fic: you are not alone

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sachi-pon · 6 years

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free! dive to the future episode 10 liveblog/review thing

i appreciate anyone who is actually reading these weird liveblogs, hahahahahaha. i know that i kind of ramble on and on and on. hopefully you guys like my rambles!!!

my previous liveblogs: (episode 1) (episode 2) (episode 3) (episode 4) (episode 5) (episode 6) (episode 7) (episode 8) (episode 9)

watch the episode here: http://www.crunchyroll.com/free-iwatobi-swim-club/episode-10-the-grab-start-of-hope-775641

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"it wasn't anything special," says albert. haha this reminds me of something i get annoyed by... i hate when a highly skilled artist says this after making an amazingly good-looking artwork!! they're like "this is just a quick 10-minute doodle. sorry it's so ugly," and yet, it looks waaaaay better than my artwork *sob* *sob* *sob*

okay, that's a nice shot of albert's gorgeous body <3333

makoto knows about odin??? aaaaah he's so smart!!!! lol i had no idea who odin was.

so albert is not an alien, but a god?!?!?! and... haru's mind has been torn apart?? ;__;

STUPID GUY!!!!! he asked everyone else to leave, but i think he should give a married couples exception for makoto to go talk to haru <3

rin and sousuke meeting again ^_____^

that shirt rin gave him is so kawaii, lol. i wanna see him wear it tho.

rin being a little embarrassed was so precious!!!

*dramatic pause* A SUCCESS!!!!!!! (yay!!!)

I HATE HOW THIS SHOW GIVES ME SO MANY FEELS, UGH.

rin isn't crying. he has pollen allergies that make his eyes watery, or something.

i know it was just a fist bump but it was the most romantic fist bump ever <33333

haru, come on, text makoto back pls ;__;

mako is so sweet, he apologizes when he did nothing wrong XD

just fyi, i am trying to watch this episode while eating and i keep forgetting to eat because i am too nervous lol

"i heard something from a friend..." uh, who?

massage?? =) =) =) sounds like a good idea to help haru =) *prays to kyoani writers to create this scene* PLEASE? ...PLEASE? ...PLEASE? ...PLEASE?

what happened to nao's eye? if this has already been revealed, then i forgot ^__^U

mako leans down while talking to masaki, that's a little detail i noticed that is so cute <3333

wait, we didn't find out who nao's "friend" was...

even ladybugs are attracted to makoto's awesomeness. hey if i were a ladybug, i'd land on makoto too.

mako's phone is vibrating. IT'S HARU!!!!! ... no, it's not =(

omg what??? congrats, rei!!! and to think, he didn't even like swimming.

i love how a dark cloud just randomly appeared behind rei lol

nagisa mentions how everyone is going to see each other in tokyo... omg, there's going to be a big reunion!!! =D i am so excited!! =D

haru suddenly becomes this magical fairy tale prince. okay, i'd watch that anime. XD

omg makoto looks adorable in that outfit. <3

"BKC NANASE" LOL WTF GOU. what is wrong with you. XDDDDD

hahaha makoto's facial expression is like "uhhhh this is kinda strange"

makorin date yaaaaay XD all right, to be honest, i kinda ship it. >////< like, not seriously, but like... kinda sorta. a little bit. they are cute together!!!

um, that thing is not cute at all. ^__^U

rin, how are you calling someone else weird when you have shark teeth????

makoto being so happy about sousuke's surgery is melting my heart... (but my heart has already been melted many times this season so i don't understand how it is still melting more and more...)

makoto (casually): oh btw, haru swam an IM. rin: *spits his drink out all over makoto* WAIT WHAT?!?!!?!??!?!?!? hahahahahaha

rin is so dramatic, like he is about to lead an army into battle. but he's just going to go with makoto to see haru. XDDDDD

whoa, haru looks mad o__o

hey coach... don't be so hard on haru!! it's not haru's fault that he lost to an alien god.

no, haru wasn't always this competitive. he is acting out of character...

haru's like "this is stupid, i'm outta here." lol.

there is really dramatic music during this casual conversation so it's kinda weird

"he doesn't listen to a thing i say." but that's because what you're saying is confusing and vague.

"i haven't looked at my phone in two weeks" huh??? how are you a young person in today's world who doesn't use their phone??? something is extremely wrong here. XD

hahaha i figured this would happen. makoto would explain things in a way haru would understand. of course haru understands mackerel, hahahahaha, makes sense to him!!!

i love how haru took a moment to think about what mako said. that was funny. ^__^

rin is like "good, i approve of this mackerel teaching method."

i can imagine that haru is pretty surprised to suddenly see rin appear out of nowhere!!! o__o

"i was swimming, but it didn't feel like i was swimming." huh???

soft piano music in the bg, awwww it's so cute.

huh? makoto heard what rin said, through the windows? either rin was talking very loudly or makoto has hearing superpowers. XD

"what can i do?" asks makoto. well, makoto, i have an idea. why don't you give haru a massage, like nao instructed you to do earlier in this episode????? come on!!! (okay, so maybe that's not exactly what nao said, but that's what i heard!!)

yes, mako knows haru well, but it's also true that he is good at reading people in general, not just haru. of course, haru is the person he can read most of all, but makoto can also read others.

wooooow that little part with haru taking off his swimcap and shaking his head as sparkling drops of water fall around him was one of the most magical moments of my life and i will cherish it forever.

"don't tell him that." makoto should totally tell him that. =P

i literally laughed out loud at the timing of haru (and rin) walking into the room. haru, you should have come in just a little bit earlier and then you would have heard what was just said about you that you weren't supposed to hear!! lol!!!

haru is so confused like "why is he a good coach? he's just annoying."

ugggghhhhh, makoto, you are not listening to me. -___-UUUU you are blatantly ignoring what i said. i said give HARU a massage. you've got the wrong person!!!! ;___;

misaki doesn't really know all the specific examples you're talking about, makoto... ^___^U

"i'm sure swimming with natsume-kun again will open your eyes, too." well, idk about that. i thought haru was the only one who has the power to give people epiphanies while swimming with them...

well this is awkward. misaki and natsume aren't happy to see each other =(

his goggles flew off??? i feel sorry for his eyes, then! XD but i guess this is the "opening your eyes" makoto was talking about hahahaha

awwwww that is so sweet. natsume was happy for just a second and then he held back because he didn't want to make misaki feel bad awwwww ;__; ;__;

...but misaki was a good sport and congratulated him anyway. okay, it's official: these two kids are extremely adorable!! =)

why is makoto so shocked that he helped misaki? that's kinda the entire point of his job. XD

makoto has a new dream!!!! he's so fired up and determined. aaaah i love him so muuuuuch <3333

aaaaaaand here comes the iwatobi crew. this will be fun!!! =D

ummm okay, that's it. the episode's over... i am sad because that was a fun episode to watch. i really liked it, and that's because this episode had a lot of makoto in it, so of course i'm going to like that. XD and i just loved seeing makoto discover some of his own strengths. he even figured out his new dream at the end. he's just so special!!!! he is someone who has a positive impact on other people around him, and that is so clearly seen. it makes a lot of sense that he wants to be a trainer. he knows how to bring out the potential in others, because he can understand their feelings and figure out the best way to challenge them and encourage them.

oh, and... as of now, it is a real, true, canon fact that makoto is good at massages, which is yet another thing that makes him more perfect. <333333 this is really important to me. no seriously, this is something that matters to me a lot. this is like if the writers had thought, "hmm. what can we make makoto do that would be the #1 most amazing wonderful thing that sachi-pon would love???" it's like they read my mind and are trying to appeal specifically to me!!! ^___^ this is exactly what i would have thought of... uh... i mean... already thought of. okay, i thought about this a long time ago. >///////< but now this has gone beyond my fangirl fantasy and is a real thing that exists in the actual show. XDDDD hooray!!!!!! *waves pom-poms like a cheerleader* now all i need is a scene of makoto using his massage skills on you-know-who, and i'll be fine. ^__^

yes, i do have a problem with being too addicted to makoto. no, i do not intend to see a doctor. i intend to live with this problem forever. <3

wait... were there other people in this episode too? i forgot about everyone else besides makoto. uh, oh yeah. there was haru. he was so sad after the loss, but i think he's starting to feel better now, so that's good. i was getting worried when he wasn't texting makoto. =( don't do that anymore, haru!!! ;__;

also, there was rin, and later, makoto, finding out about sousuke's surgery. both of them had such excited reactions!!! and yes, rin, you cried, admit it!!! (haha) but yeah, it just shows how much those two care about sousuke. i loved those moments!!!

i am so happy for the big reunion in the next episode. i think it's going to be a little crazy, but definitely a lot of fun!! and of course, rin and haru's big showdown. who will win?!?!?!? also, what about the mysterious alien god????? how can anyone defeat him? the only way to defeat him is for haru to... TURN INTO A MERMAN!!!!!!!!!! (yes, i am still talking about merman throughout this whole season)

#free!#free! dive to the future #anime review #anime reviews #anime liveblog

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archuve · 7 years

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In Search Of Food: Bonus Date

SURPRISEEEE

I have a decided to actually write the date! Or was trying to but before I knew it the word count reached 5k and before we even got to the date! XD So the date is going to be in two chapters, one for before the date which I had a lot of fun writing and has actually written and the other for the actual date which I haven’t written yet.

ALSO

This bonus date is dedicated to @croixmeridies !!!

HAPPY VERY LATE BIRTHDAY FRIEND!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!!! LOVE YOU <3333

https://worldsinword.tumblr.com/post/166916054278/in-search-of-food (The previous Chapter- 1/3)

Chapter 2/3

Croix looked at herself in the mirror, her fingers weaving and moving through her lavender hair as she murmured small words of motivation to herself. Today was Wednesday after all, the day where she would be on the date with the one and only Chariot Du Nord. Her fingers paused, her mind flashing back to the small moment of days ago. The way her heart pounded against her rib cage, how her cheeks hurt from smiling so much and how her entire face was on fire from just one singular moment.

Chariot Du Nord kissed her.

Granted it was a kiss on the cheek but it was enough to shortcut her usual thinking for days and nights. Her mind was on a repeat, over and over the scene replayed in her thoughts. Sometimes it would stop there at the kiss and she wouldn’t be distracted again from work. If she was a bit unlucky the whole day would go on, from how she first met Akko to how she leaves calling Chariot ‘ma Cherie’. Often it left Croix in a dreamlike state before it ends or an external source snapped her out of it.

Then, there were those moments.

These moments where in her head, Chariot Du Nord doesn’t stop at the kiss on the cheek. Some nights it was a simple kiss which lead them to kiss passionately, Chariot’s back against the wall whilst Croix’s hands roamed through her gorgeous red hair. Some nights Chariot didn’t bother with the cheek but went straight to her lips and on the rare singular occasion… Croix didn’t leave the house at all and spent the night there.

Every time, every single instance where Croix dreamt or thought of something regarding the beautiful redhead, Croix knew she was swooning. She either swooned in her head or in reality, sinking her head into the palms of her hand as she sighed with her emerald eyes evolving to heart eyes. It was if she was caught under a spell.

A sudden jingle of robotic hums brought Croix back to reality as she let out an amused sigh at herself, realising that just now she was in that trance she was contemplating. She looked to the side, the corner of her lips curled upwards as her phone screen illuminated a message from none other than Chariot Du Nord. She picked it up, a slight rise in the pulse as she looked at the message before the excited smile dissolved into a disbelieving laugh. The user may have Chariot’s name but the contents showed the person behind it was not.

Croix: Why do you have Chariot’s phone Akko?

Chariot Du Woah:*Gasp* How did you know it was me??? :O

Croix laughed once more at her message before her eyes flicker back to the original message of the topic and laughed even more. Where does she get these things?

Croix: After your search for ‘food’ for your mum, I highly doubt she would start a conversation with a pickup line and of food of all things.

Chariot Du Woah: What’s wrong with mine???

“Everything,” Croix muttered under her breath as she typed a different response, her mind rolling back to the message before laughing once more. Are you an Ice Cream? Because I bet you’re sweet when I taste you. “And the fact I didn’t think of it first.”

Croix: I’ll explain when you’re older

Chariot Du Woah: I mean I don’t get it but I know ice cream is really tasty! So it must be good!

Croix: Good, stay pure and out of the internet. Croix wanted to add another piece of advice before something hit her instead.

Croix: Wait, didn’t Chariot ground you from the internet?

Whatever Akko was typing to her paused, then walls of text exploded on her screen. To Croix’s further amusement, her typing reactions made it looked like Akko was going through the five stages of grief.

Chariot Du Woah: Ummmm I have no idea what you are talking about

Chariot Du Woah: Actually, I do got some idea, why are you snitching on me???? Like come on Croix you are supposed to be friendly to the kid whose mum you’re dating

Chariot Du Woah: Like we are supposed to be great friends, I give you advice about mum and you don’t tell mum about these sort of things. Let’s start now and since I came up with it and you start your end first

Chariot Du Woah: Oh who am I kidding I’m so dead

Chariot Du Woah: This is fine, I can live with the inevitable death that awaits me

Croix: Lmao actually how did you get the phone in the first place?

There was a set of ellipses before there was a pause and then they left altogether. After a little while, Croix got concerned with the lack of messages.

Croix: Akko?

Chariot Du Woah: Croix I am soooo sorry for what Akko just written

Croix: Ah there’s the real Chariot behind the name, how are you? And don’t worry it’s fine.

Chariot Du Woah: Well, I’m doing well and ummm

Chariot’s texting paused there, then the dots appeared, then disappeared. This repeated for a while until Croix got one message that explains everything.

Chariot Du Woah: I gtg cause Akko is trying to get my phone

Croix: It's fine XD, I’ll see you later for our date, ma cherie

Croix couldn't deny how her fingers were shaking from typing the small endearment nor could she ignore the wide smile across her cheeks and her heartbeat that drummed in her ears.

Chariot Du woah: yes… I’ll see you soon

Croix was about to leave it there before another message came instead, one that made Croix laugh before revealing a wistful smile.

Chariot Du woah: CROIX SHE IS BLUSHING AND GAFJAKDF

Croix chuckled once more at the abrupt ending, a message no doubt coming from Akko and in her head, she wishes Akko a safe departure to the world of the dead. “So far everything is going well.”

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“So far everything is going terribly,” Chariot replied as she groaned into her hand, ignoring the childish boo in the background. She lifted her head, her red eyes glaring at the person in front of her. “And you’re not helping acting like you were Akko.”

“That’s only because when I tried to give you some advice you called it stupid.” Marjo rebutted as she crossed her arms and leant against the wall.

“That’s because it is!” Chariot exclaimed, lifting her arms up to emphasis her point before she walks up to Marjo and points to her. “You want me to give her a-” her words end there as Chariot’s cheeks reddened and her tongue becomes all twisted. “A…” Chariot tried again before the fire behind her words dwindled once more.

“A….” Marjo prompted with a raised brow and a badly hidden laugh. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad Chariot.”

“A private show,” Chariot hissed which made Marjo erupt to a fit of laugh. “I don’t know why you find this so funny considering you came up with it.”

“It’s the fact that your cute little head went straight to the deep end of things, when I could mean just show an old dance routine you did,” Marjo said but the glint her eyes shows all the bullshit her words are hiding.

“You want me to do a private show in a secluded room, I specifically remember you said a bedroom Marjo.” Chariot said as she buried her head in her palm.

“I would never say that,” Marjo said with a fake gasp, one hand clutching her chest as if Chariot’s words wounded her so much. “I would never try and get my best and closest friend into some pretty person’s pants,” Chariot was about to open her mouth in protest before Marjo pointed her other hand out to Chariot. “Before I even gave her the talk!”

Chariot’s mouth flung open. She stood there shocked as Marjo collapsed into a fit of laughs from her expression. But before she even had the chance to gather her thoughts and project them into a lecture to her dearest friend, something else voiced a concern of utmost importance.

“Hey what’s this talk?” Akko asked, popping from the doorway. “Can I know it?”

There was a pause of silence. Then, out of nowhere, Marjo exploded into cackles but Chariot made no attention to her. “No, not yet anyways, you’re too young,” Chariot explained weakly, giving out excuses that didn’t seem to satisfy the curious child as she lead her away from the kitchen and to the living room. “It’s adult stuff.”

Akko seemed to understand that, she nodded her head before looking up at her mum with a curious tilt. “Is it something you and Croix will be doing?”

“YES!” Marjo screamed from the kitchen before Chariot turned her head to scream back at her.

“NO!” Chariot turned her head to Akko, whose eyes were gleaming with excitement, “No we will not be doing that, we will just have a nice dinner and then we will head back home.”

Her words made Akko’s excited grin fell to a confused frown, around them Arcas was barking wildly before he ran up to the front door and barked at it. “I thought you guys were having lunch and dinner?” Akko’s words drained the colour of Chariot’s face, dread obvious on her face as Akko looked at her with wide eyes. “Wait, you forgot!”

“Akko,” Chariot said with a guilty smile, “When was my date suppose to happen again?”

“Hold on a sec mum, I need to hold Arcas back from the mailman.” Akko sighed as she ran to the front door, passing Marjo as she walked to Chariot.

“Oh man, I haven’t laughed like that since you told me how Akko found your date,” Marjo said before she looked at Chariot’s worried face, “Hey Chariot, what’s wrong?”

“Marjo…” Chariot said with a glance to the doorway, hoping that the time she has in her head isn’t when the date is supposed to start. “I think I forgot when my date is supposed to start.”

Marjo deadpanned at her, “You are the most useless lesbian I have ever met.” Chariot was about to say something, like how that was hypocritical coming from a gay disaster like her or a string of panicked words tripping over the mess of anxiety but all words drew blank when Akko spoke.

“CROIX OHMYGOD YOU LOOK AMAZING LIKE WOW”

“She’s here already!?” Marjo said as Chariot decided to run upstairs to get prepared. Chariot gave her no response but the slam of the door upstairs. “Okay, I need to see how hot this Croix person is.” Marjo moved to the door but before she turned and even caught a glimpse of Croix she was thrown back to the ground. “Arcas please,” Marjo said as she tried to move the dog away from her as he kept licking her face.

“Arcas continue!” Akko declared making Marjo find the sudden strength to move Arcas out of her face and sit up. But before she was got up, Arcas already climbed on her lap, his paw pressed against her chest as she tried to hold back the living marshmallow from pinning her with slobbering licks once more. In her determination to get up she failed to notice Akko sneaking around and behind her.

“What do you mean contin- AKKO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Marjo shrieked as she struggled to find the strength to fight back Arcas with one hand as the other tried to remove the blindfold that Akko wrapped around her face.

“I’m sorry Aunt Marjo but mum needs to see Croix first before you or else you’ll spoil the surprise,” Akko explained as she knotted and then knotted the blindfold again before throwing herself on Marjo to pin her down with Arcas.

“Akko how many times do I need to tell you? Don’t call me aunt, it makes me feel old!” Marjo said as she continued to wrestle Akko and Arcas in the darkness. “And let me go! I am the adult of the house so I am in charge.”

“And as the daughter of the owner of the house, I am on a higher level of power by association!” Akko argued as she managed to pin an arm down, Arcas barked in agreement as he continued his quest to bring the mighty Marjo down. “Therefore you must stay down!” With that command Arcas gave one final slobbering kiss to Marjo, catching her off guard as she came down to the floor with a slam. “Down with the bourgeois!” Akko chanted with a laugh as she continued to pin Marjo down.

“This- this is-” Marjo spluttered, getting cut off with every kiss Arcas gives her. “This is Mutiny! Al- Alcor! Alcor help me!” She pushed Arcas out of the way once more but with a war cry Akko came and sat on her stomach making Marjo groan from the sudden weight on her. “Where is that damn old bird…” Marjo wheezed before she collapsed under the two overgrown puppies with a defeated sigh.

Meanwhile, just around the corner, the other adult in the house was facing her own small menace. It was one singular being but it was far worse and threatening than what Marjo faced squared and then squared again. It was a dusty old crow with white wings and a dimmed pale blue body. The four pointed star across his chest may have been a sign of welcoming comfort but the deadly look in his one eye said otherwise.

This crow was called Alcor, and from what Croix can tell as she stared up at his perched form on the coat rack, this bird will be the biggest problem she would ever face and that’s not counting the time she ordered pizza at 3 am and realised she didn’t own any plates.

“Hello?” Croix began before she started to inwardly curse at herself. She was acting like an idiot, and in front of her date’s familiar no less. It was one thing to mess up in front of the child, it was a whole new level in hell to mess up first impressions with someone’s familiar. She didn’t even know if the deathly silence the bird was giving her was a good sign or not, hell she didn’t even know their name!?

“Umm, my name is Croix.” She started again, once again being completely unnerved that she is getting no response. “Do you know where Chariot is?” The name of his owner made the bird shift, his eye narrowing as he shifted closer to Croix. To Croix, it seemed that she was heading in the right direction. “Yeah, I um… I’m her date.”

The term date made Alcor freeze. His head shifted from looking at what’s below him to staring straight at Croix. The temperature around Croix dropped drastically the moment her two eyes met one, where her soul met the cold judgement of hell freezing over. She was so caught off guard that she could only gulp when a rush of wind swept past her, messing up parts of the hair. Her eyes kept flickering from Alcor’s deadly gaze and the outstretched metal claw he wore that just lingered above her exposed throat.

The fabric of time collapsed upon itself. That moment, where in reality was a mere second, lasted as long as the years that this encounter had stolen from her. Alcor continued to make no sound but Croix heard his silent threat loud and clear. ‘Look after Chariot… or die.’ With such a clear and noble intent, Croix could do nothing but carefully nod in response. Seeing that the message was sent across, Alcor glared at her one last time before swooping back to his perch on the rack whilst Croix aimlessly massaged her throat before running her fingers through her hair to let out a sigh of relief.

“We did it Arcas!” She heard Akko’s voice cheer from the living room. Croix glanced back at Alcor, blinking in surprise that he already made no attention to Croix, his body seemed dormant as it rose up and down in a gentle manner. “We have defeated the monarchy!” Akko cried once again in triumph, prompting Croix to check what all the commotion was all about. Needless to say, she was amused to find Akko, cheering with Arcas running circles around her whilst a seemingly unconscious adult tied up with a skipping rope leaning against the wall.

“I love how whilst I was getting threatened by a bird you captured your caretaker,” Croix chuckled as she leant on the door way with her arms crossed, one more time she looked at Alcor to see if she got a response but the bird to be fast asleep. Or at least he seemed to be, she could never really trust the bird now, even if he is one of Chariot’s familiars.

Akko stopped in her celebration to look at Croix with a weird expression on her face. “You were threatened by a bird?” Croix stopped staring at Alcor and looked at Akko dead in the eye, inside those red pupils she saw the cool persona Akko think she was starting to crumble into who she really was, a nerdy gay mess, a mess in all aspects of life.

“No,” Croix answered after a long period of time, “Forget that I said anything.” Akko blinked, caught off guard by the sudden response. Seeing this Croix smiled to herself as she decided to switch the topic and make Akko forget that it ever happened. “Anyways, I heard you say the monarchy, did you know us witches have something similar?”

The confused look in her eyes vanished as the fireworks exploded in her retina leaving sparkles in its wake. “We have princess witches!?” Akko exclaimed as she looked at Croix with her hands clasped together eager to learn.

Croix laughed at the enthusiasm, letting out a silent sigh that she was so easily diverted and her cool persona still lived on in Akko’s head. “Not really,” she grinned as she rubbed her head affectionately before she flicked out her wand and casted a holographic image, further boosting Akko’s opinion of her. In front of them were nine different hats and Croix closed her eyes briefly to begin an informative but fun lecture to Akko. “We have what we call the nine olde witches-”

That was the plan of course... before Akko bursted out into laughter. “They aren’t princesses Croix, they’re old witches like great great great grandma trees. My mum tells me all about them.”

Croix huffed to herself as she made the holographic disappear before she showed a different symbol, one that was a unicorn shape, to many people around the world it was known as the Cavendish Crest. “That may be true, however, are you aware that some decedents of the nine of old witches are of a noble status?” She smirked at Akko’s shocked expression, her eyes wide with amazement as she stared at the crest before it morphed into a child with blond curly hair. “So in their own right, some are seen as princesses in the witch world.”

“Wow!” Akko gasped as she continued to stare at the girl. Croix smirked to herself, proud that she managed to open more of the witch world to Akko. “The girl is so pretty!!” Or her gay awakening maybe. “She looks like my age? Is she my age? Do you know her? What’s her name?” Akko asked making Croix laugh as she rubbed her head affectionately.

“Does someone has a little crush on a princess witch?” Croix teased as she turned off the holographic image with a laugh and crouched down to Akko’s level.

Akko turned to look at her, her cheeks blazing red and her face pulled the most adorable angry face Croix had ever seen, it was as if she was looking at a puppy trying to be angry. “I don’t have a crush-” Akko halted as her eyes lingered on something behind Croix. All of her anger disappeared into awe, the fire in her eyes becoming a twinkling flame once more. The moment Croix turned around, she could see why. Standing near the bottom of the stairs was Chariot Du Nord.

Chariot was dressed in a simple white blouse, a set of four pointed stars placed together to show the big dipper constellation was in the corner chest. She wore simple jeans and wore white flats to fit. It was a simple and casual look but to Croix Chariot just looked stunning. Croix’s mouth was wide open, her brain short-circuited as she gulped down the fear and slight anxiety that came with dating.

Chariot looked stunning, like a beautiful angel. Compared to Croix who was wearing nothing but a white tank top, a red flannel, black jeans and a pair of old converse she didn’t even look like she belonged next to her. However, the way her eyes tried to avert her gaze along with the soft touch of red on her cheeks made her feel that she dressed well, at least enough to impress. “Does someone have a crush on a pretty mum?” Akko teased next to her. Croix gave her an annoyed glare that didn’t look at all intimidating to Akko.

“If I didn’t then we wouldn’t be here in the first place” She turned back to Chariot who was just walking down the final steps to them. “You look beautiful by the way Chariot.”

Chariot blushed at the compliment, her eyes looking everywhere but her. “Um, thanks… you look nice too MARJO!?” Croix raised an eyebrow at the familiar name and from the corner of her eyes, she could see Akko wince. Chariot, on the other hand, rushed to her friend, shooing Arcas off her legs before she began untying her. “Akko what did you do?”

“Why do you think it's me? It could be Croix for all we know?” Akko said, making Croix raise her eyebrows at her.

“Why would I try to knock out an old classmate of mine?” Croix replied making Akko open her mouth wide as she went to assist Chariot who got rid off all the skipping rope and was in the process of waking her up.

“Chariot my dear step back a bit, I know one sure way to wake her up,” Croix said as she flicked out her wand and motioned Chariot to move. She took a deep breath, stepped back and then pointed her wand on Marjo whilst everyone moved back a bit more, expecting something grand or spectacular, instead, they just saw the incantation of a magical megaphone.

“PISCES CAN NEVER BE A REAL WITCH!”

“WHO THE FUCK WANTS A VISIT TO THE NURSE'S OFFICE?” Marjo shouted, snapping awake before bouncing on her feet with blood lust in her eyes.

“Marjo!” Chariot chastised as she walked up to her with a mixed expression of concern and amusement. “Language!”

“Oh, I’m sorry Chariot. WHOM THE FUCK-” The repetition of her words before was caught in her throat as Marjo laid her eyes on the person behind Chariot who looked back with an impish grin. “ARE YOU?”

“You aren’t going to believe this Marjo” Croix chuckled as she looked at her, “But does the name Croix Meridies ring a bell?”

“You mean the scruffy weeb nerd who everyone thought was a loner and who also blew up a part of the school?”

Whatever Croix or anyone was about to say died with Marjo’s words creating this deafening silence as both mother and daughter of the family turned to Croix who had a flushed expression on her face. It obvious that Croix didn’t even think about getting that kind of response nor was she prepared for all hell to break loose after that stunned second of silence.

“Wait YOU blew up a part of a school Croix!?” Akko exclaimed as her eyes sparkled with an interest Croix knows she shouldn’t have. Her face broke into an expression of panic as she glanced at Chariot, she didn’t want her past to bite her back in the butt. It was unclear if Chariot’s vacant and dazed expression was a good sign or not but it allowed Croix to take a breath and try to answer Akko’s question as calmly as possible.

“It was a lab accident and-”

“Wait YOU’RE CROIX?” Marjo said with her mouth wide open as her eyes travelled up and down Croix’s outfit. “SINCE WHEN DID YOU GET SO HOT?”

Croix flushed at the blunt and crass compliment before she cleared her throat and tried to regain the situation. “I am trying to explain something Marjo,” she scolded before she continued to explain the context of her blowing up a part of the school to Akko, however, it seemed the aspects were already long gone in Akko’s head.

“Wait, if you went to Marjo’s school and Marjo went to Luna Nova...” Akko mused making Croix’s face pale slightly, already knowing what she is going to ask. “DID YOU BLOW UP LUNA NOVA CROIX?”

Croix winced at the sheer volume of Akko’s words, even more, when it seemed to stir Chariot back to the living. But before anyone can say anything else, Marjo turned to Chariot with a grin and a glint in her eyes. “Chariot for your sake would you marry this girl?” Both Croix and Akko turned to face Marjo, eyes wide and jaws dropped. Croix’s heart vibrated violently against her ribs as her cheeks flushed the deepest shade of scarlet. Chariot blinked once and then twice and then gave her response.

“Yes- wait what?”

This time there was no silence for Croix to digest the sudden information that was gifted to her, nor there was a time for her to breath. She knew that Marjo was playing some sort of joke, not in the way to tease or make fun of and maybe what she meant was genuine but this isn’t something she should take seriously. But that doesn’t stop her body reacting as if the news was suddenly real and true.

Her mind was racing, blood was pounding against her ears and fiery heat that came with it was drowning her thoughts and her logical way of thinking. Her throat was parched, the air in her lungs was gone with the sudden gasp she just made. Her brain short-circuited, her side infamous of being a gay disaster was exposed and she could only just hear what is happening around her.

“SHE SAID YES, CROIX I FOUND YOU A WIFE!” Marjo screamed with delight as she ran over to said person and began to shake her with avid excitement, one that she shouldn’t have after being unconscious for the latter half of an hour.

“Wha?”

“MARJO!” Chariot yelled as she ran over and grabbed Croix and stole her away from Marjo’s grip. She held Croix from the behind, hands secured around her waist as she pulled her away to the side. Marjo looked at her with raised hands in surrender, an eyebrow rose in a suggestive knowing manner as Chariot narrowed her eyes and almost growled at her. “Number one, You are insufferable and number two don’t shake people like that, what do you get to say to yourself?”

“You already said yes and I know Akko is your daughter and all but I call dibs on being your maid of honour.”

Chariot rolled her eyes as she turned Croix around to face her, her eyes softened at the adorable face Croix pulled when she was all dazed with a red blush all over her face. “Hey Croix, you okay?”

Croix stirred, her eyes blinked owlishly as she touched the temple of her head. “I think so yes…” She mumbled before her eyes meet Chariot’s and her confused expression broke into a soft but loving smile that made Chariot’s heart beat wildly. “Thanks for saving me back there,” Croix smiled as she moved her way out of Chariot’s hold much to Chariot’s displeasure before she seized Chariot’s hand and kissed it with a wink. “I will greatly remember to return the favour ma Cherie.”

“Wait, if you two are getting married…” Akko mused aloud ruining the romantic moment between the two. Chariot heard a sigh come from Croix and before she had a chance to question her she could see why. “DOES THIS MEAN IM HAVING TWO MUMS?” Once again the blush on Chariot’s face deepened as she sent an apologetic look to Croix before she let go of her hand to hold Akko’s as she crouched down to her level.

“Akko my dear, no one is getting married.” Chariot said softly, she squeezed their hands together when Akko’s excited smile started to fall and her eyes began to water.

“At least not yet,” Marjo murmured, ignoring how Chariot sent her a glare.

“Your Aunt Marjo just wanted to do a bad joke and if you want you can be in charge of the house whilst me and Croix go on our date okay?”

The aspect of being in charge made Akko’s face become a complete 180, her excited nature revived as she nodded her head with glee, even more when she turned to Marjo. “I told you I have more power over you Aunt Marjo.”

Marjo baulked at her which made Chariot giggle. Her attention then turned to Chariot with her eyes sending daggers but Chariot chose to ignore them. “Okay we will be going now,” Chariot smiled as she kissed Akko on the cheek, “Stay safe, don’t ruin the house and make sure Aunt Marjo eats okay?”

Akko nodded once more before giving Chariot a kiss on the cheek, “Okay mum! I love you and Croix look after her okay?” Croix gave a nod as well as a thumbs up as she walked to the hallway, Chariot stood up and followed her.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to leave Akko in charge of the house?” Croix asked once they were out of earshot. “I don’t mean to insult her by the way, it's just last time we left her alone she knocked Marjo unconscious and tied her up with a skipping rope.”

“Oh don’t worry, Alcor is actually in charge and I know he can make sure the house is in one piece when I come back home.” Chariot answered as she fixed her hair and searched for a suitable jacket to wear.

Croix paused behind her as an eerie sensation sent chills throughout her body. “Wait… whose Alcor?”

Chariot, seeing that she couldn’t find much closed the closet door and walked to the coat rack and stroked the top of Alcor’s head with a finger. Behind her, Croix’s face paled as she gave wry smile to the bird who was beginning to wake. “This old friend of mine and my first familiar.” Alcor gave a caw similar to a human yawn as Chariot turned to the side to look at Croix. “Have you two met yet?”

“Ahhh yes, we are…. Acquainted.”

Chariot grinned at her, she then turned to Alcor and gave him some instructions to help him look after the house and Akko more before opening the door and looked at Croix. “Let’s get going Croix before this date feels too overdue.”

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threat // peter parker

request from @fragilefrances: Reader keeps getting threats and she keeps it to herself and when she disappears, Peter finds the threats and tries to find her before its too late

word count: 3.3k

a/n: hey guys! this my first time writing a request, so i hope you guys enjoy! i realize i didn’t do exactly what the request said, but i hope it’s still ok (sorry!!). unedited! this will get a part 2 soon! and starting next monday, i begin high school! it should be okay for the first few weeks, but i might get a lil busy so i hope y'all understand! i’ll still write as much as possible <3 and hope you guys enjoy this! warning for threatening and kidnapping themes. <3333

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“So I thought about telling her that, y’know, I was kind of in an awkward situation there. But how are you supposed to do that with all these people around?”

“Mhm.”

“And then she had this idea, right, and I was like, ‘What are you doing?’ and she was getting this empty bottle and she said she wanted to play Spin the Bottle!”

“Uh huh.”

“She knows that I have strict boundaries with that stuff, and she still…” You trail off into silence for a few seconds. “Okay, Pete, I know you don’t care, but give me something to work with here.” You wait for a response, and then check to see if Peter is still on the other end of the line. “Hello?”

“Wait, what did you say?” You sigh audibly at this. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I was…zoned out.”

“It’s okay.” There’s a short pause.

“So what were you telling me?”

“Uh, it’s nothing important. Speaking of which, I’m getting a little tired. I’d better get going.”

“It’s not even eight, how are you tired already?” He sounds confused.

“I stayed up last night. I’ll see you.”

“Uh, okay then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You hang up the phone call, feeling discomfort poke at you. Peter’s as close to a best friend you’ll ever have. You know him like the back of your hand. But recently he’s been a little weird around you. He’s always off in his own little world, thinking about something else. It was okay the first few times, but now you hardly have conversations with him anymore. You’re just worried if he’s okay sometimes.

Is this just a thing that happens when people grow apart? You gaze out of your tiny window into the not-so-tiny world. The sun is drowning in the horizon, the fiery orange and red tones fading away into pink, and then into periwinkle blue. The city is noisy, but in this transition between day and night, everything looks beautiful.

You think about talking to Peter. But where would you even begin? How do people have supportive conversations? You’re not very good at being helpful in this kind of situation. You move away from your window and flop onto your bed. You dig around your sheets for a minute before finding your phone. You Google ‘Why is my best friend being distant?’ and scroll through a few pages. If anything, this just depresses you more, so you decide to stop.

You’re about to close your phone when it dings with a text. Is it Peter with another half-assed apology? It seems you’ve been spared from that tonight. You scroll through your conversations, but you don’t see any new texts. You frown when you see an old text. Whoops, you forgot to text a classmate back about a quiz. The quiz that happened today. Yikes.

Well, you’re sure it’s okay. You set your phone aside to do homework. But as soon as you lift your pencil, your phone starts ringing. Without looking at who it is, you pick up, voice firm. “Peter, I’m sleeping. Bye.”

You pause, and then look at who’s really calling you. Whoever it was turned off their caller ID. Uh…weird. Is this a prank call? “Um…hello?” You say cautiously.

The silence hangs for what feels like an eternity. Unsettled, you hang up. You have a notification for a text. You open it.

Unknown: There’s a package waiting for you on your doorstep. Get it within fifteen minutes.

You frown. Is this one of your friends trying to play some sick practical joke on you? “Yeah? Or what?” You mutter to yourself, scoffing.

Unknown: [image attached] Or else something might just happen to him.

Your eyes widen when you look at the picture. It’s Peter, sitting in his bedroom. But…he’s, like, attached to the ceiling. He’s hanging upside down and reading a book. No, this must be digitally edited or something. That’s when you see two things. The digital clock, which reads the time right now: 8:37 PM. And a very familiar looking suit on the floor. The Spider-Man suit. You’ve never been more confused.

You feel a tight knot in your chest. How does this person know who Peter is? How do they know you? Who are they? How do they know that you know Peter? They’re not going to hurt him, are they? Why does Peter have that suit? Christ, is he the Spider-Man that you saw in a YouTube video a few days ago?

You look at your clock. Nearly five minutes have passed already. You don’t want to find out what they’ll do to Peter if you don’t comply, so you quickly stand up and fumble to unlock your door. You race downstairs and past a pair of worried looking mothers.

“Honey, is everything -” You cut one of them off as you step out of the apartment. Sure enough, there’s a small box sitting there. You scoop it up and dash back upstairs with it. You swallow, breathing heavily as you grab your phone. Another message pops up.

Unknown: Good girl. Give it to the hooded boy waiting in the alley by your building at 7:50 AM tomorrow. Don’t talk to him.

You try keep yourself together and think. Do you dare send a message?

You: who are you and how do you know me?

You: how do you know him?

No response. You didn’t really expect one, anyway.

You: you can do anything you want with me. just don’t touch him. please.

You don’t expect a response to that, either, but then, a message pops up.

Unknown: Follow your instructions without hesitation and he will go unharmed.

You set your phone down as you try to process everything. The first thing you do is cry, sobbing uncontrollably while you clutch a pillow to your chest. What do you even do? You want to call Peter, but you’re scared of what might happen. Whoever this is knows how dear he is to your heart. What do they know and what don’t they know? Is anything even private anymore?

You think about every memory you shared with Peter. That one time you ruined his new jeans by throwing a cupcake at him. Or when you sat on the floor and debated over Star Wars fan theories for a whole day. Or the countless nights you stayed up with him on Skype, talking endlessly. Or just a few months ago, when he kissed you and he thought you didn’t feel that way about him even though you did.

He’s not just the friend that went through thick and thin with you. You love him, goddammit. And now you don’t know what to do because you can’t imagine being in a world without him. You can’t even imagine him ever being hurt. At any other point in your life, the possibility that he might be Spider-Man would freak you out more than anything. But right now, you don’t care about any of it. You’re pretty sure that even Spider-Man can’t dodge a bullet when he least expects it.

You try to make yourself feel better about it all. So what, you move around a few packages and then they leave you alone. And then you can carry on with your life and have everything be okay. No biggie.

Still, a dark feeling disturbs you.

Having completely forgotten about your homework, you lay on your bed to sleep. You’re too frightened to sleep with the lights off, so you leave them on as you drift into an uncomfortable slumber. You toss and turn all night, racked with paranoia and fear. You hardly get any sleep. For the longest time, you stare at the ceiling. You just want Peter to be safe. You just want to protect him. The idea of protecting Spider-Man feels silly, but the picture ‘Unknown’ sent you lingers in your head. He’s still a kid, like you. He still has vulnerabilities.

You jolt when your alarm clock goes off, scaring you. You quickly switch it off. 6:30 AM. If you have to give the package to someone at 7:50, you’re going to be late for school. You guess one day won’t be too bad. You scrape your hair out of your face and put on your jeans and t-shirt from yesterday. The t-shirt says “May the force be with you” but the word “force” is replaced with the formula for force. It was a Christmas present from Peter.

At 7:30, you head outside to wait with the package in hand. It’s chillier than you expected, but you manage to stand there for twenty minutes. Goosebumps lines your exposed arms as you look around for the recipient. You realize that you didn’t even stop to think about what was in the box. You were so busy worrying about Peter that you forgot about it. What if you’re carrying meth or crack cocaine or something? What if you’re helping some illegal activity happen?

Just as you start freaking out over it, a hooded figure enters the alley. You’ve never seen the guy before, but he looks young. He can’t be older than seventeen. He stares at you expectantly. You open your mouth to say something but quickly shut it when you remember that you’re not supposed to say anything. You quickly hand over the box. To your surprise, he starts opening it. You watch, lips parted.

You expect him to take out something suspicious-looking, but instead he reveals a knife wrapped in cloth. He unwinds the cloth, and before you can even scream, the boy pins you to the wall. One gloved hand presses tightly over your mouth as you try and yell out. He presses the knife to your throat and you reflexively tilt your head back to try and create some space between your neck and the knife.

Oh god, this is it. This is the end. You think about how you should’ve been a little nicer to your moms, and how you should’ve apologized to a few people. You should’ve told Peter you loved him. And maybe kissed him again. His image flashes in your head. His warm, dark eyes that crinkle when he smiles at you. His soft lips against yours, hungry for something you’ve both wanted for an eternity. The way his dark brown hair flops onto his forehead and escapes the gel when he’s leaning over to work on a project. The look on his face right before he’s about to make a dumb joke that you’ll laugh at anyway. It’s all too sweet to let go of so quickly, but if it means saving him, you’ll do it without hesitation.

And then, as though the guy was having second thoughts, he steps back. He almost looks apologetic, but it might just be the lighting. Your heart’s still pounding out of fear as you fumble for your phone. What the hell?

Unknown: Wait until further instruction.

You look back up to yell at the boy, but he’s vanished. You glance into the darkening alley, and then out towards the street. Great, you don’t want your life threatened again anyway. You check the time. It’s nearly 8:10, and you’re already missing first period. You race out to go to school.

In second period English, Peter side eyes you the whole time, like he normally does. You normally do the same, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to look at him today. Your phone is on your lap in case you get a text.

Is he really Spider-Man? You tune out the entire class, until the teacher walks up to you. “Y/N, are you alright?” You jolt slightly in surprise when you see her.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” you say quickly, tripping over your words.

“You didn’t seem to hear me for the past five minutes. Where’s your homework?” You’re acutely aware that the whole class is staring at you, including Peter. Your cheeks redden in embarrassment when you realize you didn’t do it last night. What are you supposed to say?

“U-Uh, I left it at, um, home.” Your voice is quiet as you look down, your face burning up. Everyone’s going to think you’re stupid and you don’t take school seriously. They’re going to think that instead of doing my homework last night, you were at Flash’s party getting drunk, and that’s why you’re being weird now. Ha. As if you’d even get invited.

You spend the rest of class being extremely embarrassed as you try and participate more. At the end of class, Peter walks up to you. Dejected, you try and walk past him, but he blocks your path. You step around him, but he’s too quick. He grabs you by the arms this time, but then lets go when you show obvious discomfort. You walk out of the classroom, Peter right beside you. “What’s up with you?” He asks.

“Nothing,” you murmur, slightly annoyed.

“Oh, so you mean nothing as in totally ignoring me, having bags under your eyes, and not doing your homework for once in a blue moon. You look like you saw a ghost, you’re scared out of your damn mind. So don’t give me this bullshit about nothing being wrong, Y/N.” Is he mad at you? Suddenly, it seems silly to think he was the same person you fell in love with months ago. He seems completely different. The Peter you know wouldn’t get mad at you. His expression softens when he sees yours. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you know what, Parker, what’s wrong with you?”

By now, the halls are nearly clear except for those skipping. “What are you talking about?” Peter asks, confused. He looks kind of upset, because he knows you’re serious when you call him by his last name.

“You know what I’m talking about. You hardly talk to me, and you’re never paying attention when you do. If you don’t fricking like being around me, then tell me and I’ll leave you the hell alone! I thought we were best friends, and I thought that meant you could tell me anything. But whenever I ask, you say it’s nothing and I’ve been trying so hard to believe it. Because I trust you to tell me the truth when you think it’s time. But then the moment I start acting weird too, you just have to push it. Maybe I have my own secrets too. Did you ever think about that too? Maybe I put on a suit and I leap around kicking ass, too.” You spread your arms out, the angry look on your face quickly breaking apart. Peter’s eyes are wide as he stares, in complete shock. You can’t bring yourself to say anything else. You wipe the tears that start spilling from your eyes.

Peter tries to pull you into a hug, but you shove him away as hard as you can. Spider-Man can take a push, can’t he? But he winces anyway, simply watching as you walk away. You check your phone, and your heart pangs in your chest at the message.

Unknown: Don’t speak to him again.

You’ve never felt more alone, but at the same time, you can never truly be alone. You can’t even talk to Peter anymore, isolating you from the one person that matters most to you. But now you’re sure they’re watching you somehow. They’re watching your every footstep, they’re listening to your every word.

You instantly feel bad for yelling at Peter, as you always do whenever you get upset at him. You just can’t control your emotions around him anymore. For some reason, this all makes you want to protect him more.

God, you hate everything. You hate Peter for what he does but love him for who he is, which is a confusing thing all on its own. And he’s Spider-Man. And you’re doing scary ass things under the promise of his safety.

Your fingers brush against your throat. There isn’t a cut there or anything. Huh, maybe the knife just wasn’t that sharp.

Your phone pings with instructions to retrieve a box. For the next few hours, you’re forced to skip school as you obediently follow seemingly random orders. Thankfully, you don’t get any more knives shoved to your throat again. You just move things around, and you don’t even have to deliver things to anyone.

Over the course of the day, you start to calm down a little. It’s only now that you begin to question the person’s motive of threatening you with Peter. Do they want something from you? Or something from Peter? Peter is more likely, with him being Spider-Man and all. But all Spider-Man does is stop robbers and help old ladies out. He just doesn’t seem like a person worth targeting for the reason that he might be a threat to criminals.

You’ve had missed calls from him all day. He must be wondering where you went, but every time you even get the urge to call back, you remember the harsh warning you were given to not talk to him. He sent you tons of texts, too.

Peter: where are you???

Peter: y/n please!! i’m worried about you, just tell me you’re safe and i’ll stop.

Peter: i know you’re mad and you don’t care, but i really care. just tell me if you’re home or something. i won’t come visit you if you don’t want me to. i just need to know if you’re in a safe place. that’s it.

Messages like this continue on until a few scrolls. Finally, they come to a stop and then Ned texts you.

Ned: Hey Y/N Peter looks like he’s going to have a panic attack

Ned: It’s really bad and he won’t listen to me

Ned: Just tell him you’re okay so he’ll stop freaking out

Ned: Dude you realize he’ll put on his suit and try and find you if you don’t respond soon right

You take a deep breath and look away, pained inside. You don’t want to think about Peter getting anxiety over you. At least he’s alive. And when all of this is over, you can tell him everything and he’ll understand. Because he’d do the same for you. That’s just the kind of people you and Peter are. Your thoughts are cut off when you see you got a message from ‘Unknown’.

Unknown: Go back to the alleyway by your apartment and wait.

Unknown: This is the last message you will receive.

Something about this feels weird to you. Wait for what? This is a vague message, which is unusual considered the pattern of very specific messages. Nonetheless, you begin making your way home. Your phone keeps buzzing with messages, probably from Ned. You keep yourself going with only one thought in mind. It’s almost over. Just one more thing to do, and then it’s all over. You just hope Peter will be okay.

You finally get to the alleyway as the sun moves downward. It won’t be sunset for a few hours, unfortunately, but it’s not like you would be able to see it from down here anyway. You’re nervous, and there’s a very odd feeling in your gut. It’s giving you a very clear message. RUN. You ignore it, looking over your shoulder to see if anyone’s coming. No one.

You wait there for a while, realizing how exhausted you are from running around the city all day. You probably have so much homework to catch up on, and you owe an explanation for not showing up to most of your classes. Your phone buzzes again, and you finally look at it.

Mom: Honey, why did your mother and I get an email saying that you didn’t go to any of your classes other than English today?

Mom: You know that you can talk to us about anything. You can tell us the truth.

Shit. You are so screwed when you go home. You quickly start thinking of excuses, because you obviously can’t tell them the truth in this situation. As you worry over this, you don’t notice that someone is behind you.

Suddenly, you feel metal clang against your skull, and you’re gone. You drop the ground instantaneously, unconscious.

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5000 Question Survey Pt. 35

3301. When someone is 'crazy' why do we call them 'nuts' or 'fruitcakes'? i actually have no idea. 3302. What's the dillio? oh no... i hope this survey isn’t gna be full of nonsense questions like this. 3303. Where did the slang term 'dillio' come from? idk, google it. 3304. How many even whole numbers are there between -5 and 5? idk. 3305. What words can you make useing only these letters: E N O? one, neo, eon... i think that’s it?

3306. What's the differance between foods that are low fat and foods that are lite? i’m assuming light foods like have more fat in it idk. 3307. White or brown rise? did you mean rice? lol. 3308. Can you be content if you are physically uncomfortable? i guess so. if you don’t plan to be physically ‘comfortable’, isn’t that being content? 3309. What is the differance between discomfort and pain? i’m assuming pain is more uncomfortable. 3310. What is the most uncomfortable thing you can think of? being around someone that smells with no escape. 3311. What do these names make you think of: britney spears? walt whitman? buddah? william shakespere? pablo picasso? adam ant? franz kafka? nietzche? madonna? orson scott card? frieda kahlo? god? salvidor dali? david bowie? jesus? lars ulrich? jim henson? cbf answering. plus many of these names are spelt wrong. 3312. What are your favorite games to play? cranium, taboo, the resistance, codenames, monopoly etc. i just like board games i guess. 3313. Are you quick to judge something as stupid just because you don't understand it? nope. 3314. Are you obnoxious to others? no, unless they’re being obnoxious to me. 3315. Do you feel superior to anyone? no. 3316. Shouldn't people take a good look at themselves before they criticize others? they should but they don’t. 3317. Which is better and why: writing or saying obnoxious things about someone who isn't around to defend themselves or saying it straight to them? saying it straight to them. i hate finding out that people have talked about me behind my back and don’t have the courage to just say it to my face. Which do YOU do more often? i’m not an obnoxious person, but i’d say saying it straight to someone’s face. 3318. Do you appologize too often? eh, not really. 3319. Does your mind play tricks on you? sometimes. 3320. Have you read (any of): the bible? only this. the koran? the torah? the kama sutra? the satanic bible? Are these mystical texts or historical ones? they can be taken as both. 3321. Do you own any possessions that you hide from parents, friends, visitors? nope. What? - 3322. Why does the cheese stand alone? idk. 3323. Do you watch any soaps? no. 3324. Have you learned something new today? yes. 3325. Do you believe in an 'oversoul' of all humanity? eh, never heard of it. 3326. Have you invented your own style, just for you? well i guess so. i just wear what i want. 3327. have you invented your own religion, just for you? nope. 3328. What files have you recently downloaded? e-books for my kindle. 3329. Some people think little girls should be seen and not heard but I think: they should be heard too. 3330. Do you dance around a lot? no. 3331. Is the unexamined life worth living or not? why not. 3332. What are you like when you're at your most beautiful? haha i have no idea. 3333. What are you like when you are at your worst? probably a blubbering mess. 3334. Why do you hide things about yourself? i don’t usually tbh. 3335. Why is anything 'too personal' to talk to others about? it just means they’re not comfortable enough to talk about it with others. 3336. Why should we be embarressed, afraid, or appologetic for ANYTHING we think, say or do? it’s just the way society works. 3337. Can true freedom exist in this world of doubt and guilt? to some individuals, yes. 3338. What do you have no control over? the dollar. 3339. Do you own a vibrating pillow? no lol wtf. How about a vibrating back massager? we have one somewhere in the house. 3340. Can you dance away your emotional pain? sure. 3341. When you dance is it a celebration of life? you can put it that way i guess. 3342. When do you feel the most immortal? que? 3343. Are you more of a painting, a poem or a song? painting. 3344. Is lonliness a crowded room full of open hearts turned to stone? possibly. 3345. Is YOUR heart ever stone? no. 3346. Are we alltogether all alone? idk. 3347. Does life end in a happily ever after way? idk. 3348. What's the warmest part of your body? my neck. 3349. Are you more verbal or visual? visual. 3350. What do you long for? happiness. 3351. True or false: When someone hates you it is because: they're jealous of you? false. the things you say are frightening to them because what you say makes them think about things they would rather avoid thinking about? w t f. they don't understand you? bye. 3352. True or false: When you hate someone it is because: you're jealous of them? false. the things they say are frightening to you because what they say makes them think about things you would rather avoid thinking about? you don't understand them? 3353. Have you ever been fascinated by someone who hated you? nope. 3354. Since the human brain has defense mechanisms against feeling bad (meaning the brain lies to itself to avoid feeling bad about something it said or did) how can we ever know if we are truly being honest? just ignore the damn mechanisms and take it for what it is. How do we know our brains are not tricking us into believeing we are good people when we aren't all good? we don’t know, so whatever. 3355. How highly do you value innovation? very much so. 3356. Is there a name where all the people you've ever met haveing that name had something in common with each other(ex. all the jens you've ever met had blue eyes)? nope. 3357. Are you focused more outward or inward? outward. 3358. What is the most affectionate nickname you ever came up with for someone? haha idk. 3359. Are the questions STILL still interesting this deep into the survey? no, sorry. i’m getting really bored of them but i’m too far in to give up. 3360. If someone else makes their desicions based on their intuition instead of on facts and proofs what do you think of that person? that’s fine. it’s their life. 3361. Do you trust your own intuition? yes. 3362. Finish the phrase... danger is the: just keep: never trust: the way I live my life: don't change: maybe someday: no. 3363. Would you rather live in Frodo's world or Harry Potter's? harry potter’s. 3364. Do you believe that the dead are with us? in some ways. If yes in what form? memory. 3365. Do you believe that those who haven't been born are with us? possibly. If yes, in what form? dreams. 3366. Are you made of timid stuff? no. 3367. Is there anyone in this world who is not CRAZY? yes. 3368. What word becomes shorter when you add two letters to it? shorter. 3369. Can you mashed potatoe? lame. Can you do the twist? lame. 3370. What does your family do for thanksgiving..or if you don't celebrate it what do you picture when you think of thanksgiving? i picture family gathering together and having a huge feast and sharing what they’re thankful for. 3371. What is your earliest memory? running to my dad after coming back from vacation with my mum. 3372. Have you ever taken an IQ test? yes. What'd you get? i forgot. i’d probably do one again. What do you think of those things? no that accurate since i just do them online. 3373. How do you make 'fishcakes'? idk. Put the potatoe in the fish... cool. 3374. Which is the better band..the offspring or the damned? i don’t listen to either. 3375. Do you ever think about world destruction? not really. 3376. Do you think humans are becoming more robotic? yes. 3377. Do you think we'll ever be replaced by robots? it’s possible. some jobs are being replaced by robots. 3378. What do you feel a part of? my family. 3379. Does it freak you out to know that yogurt is ALiVe?? no. 3380. What current band d o you think is doing something particularly interesting or innovative? majid jordan. 3381. Golf course, do you remember? what. 3382. Which is more important, books and cleverness or friendship and bravery? friendship and bravery. 3383. If i promise to miss you, will you go away? no. 3384. stool, ball, powder...Can you think of a 4th word that connects these three? no. 3385. Who's afraid of the big bad wolf? no. 3386. Why are blondes considered 'dumb'? idk. 3387. What's more important..intuitiveness/creativity or factual knowledge and practicallity? i possess creativity and practicality so idk. 3388. Who are the two worst terrorists you can think of? they’re all terrible people. 3389. What is jello made of? gelatin. 3390. Pick a country: australia. What do you believe is wrong with that country? everything. we are so backwards, it kills my life. 3391. Do you have strong opinions? yes. 3392. Do you do what it takes to stand up for those opinions? yes. especially when people are arguing over something they have no knowledge about. 3393. Have you ever been to a rally, protest or demonstration? no. If yes was it effective and in what ways? 3394. When people say, 'yeah it sucks but there's nothing I can do' do you believe them? it depends what the situation is. 3395. Do you know what you can do to make this world a better place? sure. Do you care? yes. 3396. Why is peace so important anyway? it’s not like it isn’t important? Why is freedom important? everyone has the right to be free. 3397. As long as you have your house and your family and you can go to the movies and the mall who cares about peace and freedom. Right? wrong. 3398.Do you try to avoid anything involving work? no. 3399. If you are not actively wrking to stop the horrors and injustices of the world (war, hunger, poverty) than aren't you partially responsible for them? thanks for assuming i’m not doing anything.... 3400. Are you in denial? nope.

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wings // peter parker

request from anon: hi! i was wondering if u can do an imagine where Nat & Tony knows that Peter likes the reader who is also Nat's goddaughter and they make them bond by buying them both chicken wings 🤣 also the reader is like a mini version of Nat 🤗

word count: about 2k

a/n: whoa things got so busy!!! haven’t been active in like a week but i’ll see if i can write more this weekend!! school is kinda killing me but i’m doin my best <3 also this is an au where nat and tony would be on better terms. hope you guys like this adorable request (and i hope i wrote it well for whoever requested) uneditedddd <3333

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“He’s not even trying to hide it. What a kid.” Tony mutters as he watches. It’s a sad sight, really. You and Peter are in the weight room, but there isn’t very much lifting going on. He’s leaned against the wall, hitting on you in a way only a fifteen year old boy can: incredibly unsubtle and awkward in manner. And although you’re flattered, you simply cannot take a hint and have no idea what he’s getting at.

“What’s worse is that she’s completely clueless,” Natasha says back. “I thought I taught her better than this. Is this really my legacy?” She takes a disappointed sip of coffee. You and Peter are so lost in your own world that you hardly notice Tony and Natasha ogling. They’re sitting outside of the room by the breakfast bar, but the walls are both thin and made of glass.

You get into position to deadlift a weight, your focus unswayed. You just hope Peter just won’t start talking and distract you. You’d rather not deal with another injury right now. As you slowly lift it from the ground, Peter is silent, watching you. Thank God.

As soon as you finish, he gushes, “Wow, Y/N, that was so cool! You’re really, really good at that. You’re so good at everything.”

You turn to look at him, serious as ever. “Thanks, Peter. But my form really needs work. If I keep stiff legging, it won’t go well with my back. And I need to be lifting heavier, two-fifty pounds sucks.” At one point, you start talking to yourself more than you’re talking to him, but he nods along anyway.

“You look pretty tired, you should refuel,” he says, eagerly offering you some of his protein shake.

You politely shake your head. “Let me guess, that’s one of Stark’s protein shakes.”

“Uh...yeah. Why does it matter?” He asks, confused.

“It’s full of crap. For a genius that is excellent with technology, he cannot, for the life of him, figure out the culinary art. Nat’s are way better.”

“What? No, hers taste like soggy cardboard! How can you even take a sip without gagging?” Peter exclaims.

“That ‘cardboard’ is made of vitamins. And important nutrients. Why drink a protein shake when there isn’t even any protein in it?”

Both Natasha and Tony look extremely offended at this. Later on, you take a few sips of water and use a towel to wipe the sweat from your forehead. “Are you hungry? I’m hungry. Want to get, like, pancakes?” Peter asks, nervously playing with the hem of his muscle tee.

“Sorry. I already ate. Deadlifting on an empty stomach kills me. And I can’t have pancakes if I’m not on a cheat day.” Yes, you’re craving pancakes terribly right now. But if there’s one thing Nat taught you well, it was self-control.

“Oh.” His faces falls slightly.

“I have practice with Cap in an hour, so I’d better get going. See you later?” You give him a rare smile. Upon seeing you smile, he’s immediately back to grinning. It’s admittedly pretty cute.

Tony sets his head in his hands. “You realize we have to do something, right?” His voice is muffled by his hands.

Natasha glances over, eyebrows raised quizzically. “Like what? We can’t just rule this one a lost cause?”

“No. You want two heartbroken, sad teens on the team? I sure don’t.”

She sips the last of her coffee, tossing the cup into the trash. “I think you secretly care about Parker too much to let him go through his life unsheltered, but okay,” she mumbled.

“And you don’t overprotect Y/N?” Tony rolled his eyes.

“Tony, she’s my goddaughter.”

“And Peter’s my...intern…kind of.”

“See?” Natasha gave him a look. He gave her a look back.

“So? You’re not related to her, and I’m not related to him. There’s hardly a difference. Anyway, we need a plan.” Tony changed the subject quickly.

“A plan, right.”

A few hours later, Natasha and Tony carefully set up a sort of ‘trap’. As you walked past Peter in the living room to go meet with Clint to do some archery, he’d say hi. And that’s where they’d ambush you.

At around five, you enter the living room as expected, walking past Peter. He glances up immediately. “Hi, Y/N!” As soon as he says it, the doors instantly slam shut and lock themselves. Peter instantly flips out of his seat and you both stand back to back in fighting stances.

But instead of facing a threat of any kind, you hear a voice above you. “Hi kids,” Tony greets.

You both relax and side eye each other. “Did he just call us ‘kids’? He never does that, why is he doing that?” Peter asks, a little freaked out. You can only shrug.

“We’re going out today,” Tony begins, ignoring Peter’s comments.

“We are?” You ask without restraint. There’s a short period of silence, and you can just imagine Tony fuming.

“Yes,” he says, clearly through gritted teeth. “It’ll be a family dinner. Me, Natasha, and you kids.”

“He’s doing it again!” Peter whisper shouts to you.

You cross your arms. “What kind of family dinner is it without the whole team? And it’s kind of weird, because it implies a brother-sister bond between me and Peter.” Peter does not look enthused at this idea.

“Okay, you know what? If it matters so much to you, punk, then it’s not a family dinner. It’s just a dinner.” Tony can’t stand you sometimes, but you’re okay with that. You know that he does care, deep down. Very, very deep down.

“Why are we getting dinner -” You start to question, but Peter cuts you off.

“Sweet, where are we going?” Peter asks, sitting back down on the couch.

“Y/N, it wouldn’t kill you to be more like him sometimes,” Tony mumbles, but then there’s an audible slapping sound. “Fine. Fine! Y/N’s fantastic just the way she is.” The sarcasm drips from his tone.

“Thanks, Stark.” You can’t help but grin, taking a seat beside Peter.

“Yeah...don’t call me that.”

“Okay, Stark.”

He sighs. “Anyway. We’re going to get buffalo wings.” You instantly open your mouth, but he gets there before you do. “Yes, Y/N, I’m getting there. Natasha wanted to try this place that serves fake meat. Their wings are supposed to be good.”

“Hm. Okay. Can you open the doors now? I’m late, and I know Clint won’t care, but I have a schedule,” you stand up again.

The doors slide open. “See you for dinner, Y/N,” Peter waves as you start leaving.

“Yeah, you too.”

Hours later, everyone is dressed and ready. Neither Natasha nor Tony was able to get you to wear anything other than a sweater and jeans. But it turns out to be okay, because Peter comes out in a similar outfit. Jeans and his school sweatshirt, simple.

“They're both dressed like they're going to a family dinner,” Natasha leans over, lowly talking to Tony.

“Uh...that's kind of what I told them to get ready for.”

“Great going, Stark.”

By the time you get to the restaurant, you and Peter are hungry. Before either of you can even take your seats, Tony and Natasha fill up one side of the booth. You give Peter a polite smile and step aside to let him in first. He grins back and slides in. You take your seat next to him.

You don't know how to feel about eating fake meat. The last time you did, you got food poisoning and couldn't train for almost a week. You'd rather not have that happen again, but this place seems okay to you so far. The only reason you're really here is because it’s clear that Nat wanted you to come. But there's something strange about it all, especially with Tony and Nat. Taking you and Peter out, getting dinner...it all feels a little off to you. As though you're missing something. You can't shake it off.

After what feels like an eternity, the wings finally arrive. You quickly grab a plate and load it up with food. When you look at Peter, you see him doing the same thing and can’t help but grin a little. He laughs in response, pushing up his sleeves to start eating. You stare for a few seconds. Have his forearms always been so...muscled? When he glances at you, you quickly look away.

You think you might be blushing. Come on, Y/N, have a little control, you chastise yourself in your head. You pick up a wing and take a bite, not knowing what to expect. Oh god, this is the best thing you’ve ever had in awhile. You suddenly understand where Peter is coming from when he says Nat’s shakes taste terrible. It’s a beautiful combination of tender tofu, tangy barbeque sauce, and mouth-burning hot sauce. You thought you hated barbeque sauce!

You eye Tony as he gingerly picks up the single wing on his plate, skeptical. He glances up at you, and you nod enthusiastically to encourage him. Slowly, he leans into the tofu wing, like he’s going to kiss it. It’s a strange sight, really. He eventually takes a bite. As soon as he does, he looks a little dead inside. He slowly closes his eyes, drawing his eyebrows together. “Why, God? Why?”

Upon seeing this, you burst into laughter, your face slowly reddening from laughing so hard. You don’t outwardly express much emotion around anyone but Nat, but Tony’s done it for you. Gasping for air, you try to explain what happened to Peter only to end up giggling again.

Then you see everyone staring at you, and you quickly dial it down. Were you being too much? You purse your lips, taking another bite of your wing as you try to hide your face with your hair.

Peter’s lips are parted as he watches you. Breathily, he says, “Could you do that again?” His hands shake a little as he takes another bite. You turn to look at him, eyes widened slightly.

“Natasha and I are going to go get real dinner. Have fun, kids,” Tony quickly stands, turning to give Natasha a look. She nods slightly, getting up. You look at her, not knowing where to stay or join them.

Nat’s lips curve into a small smile and she winks before turning away with Tony. You stare after her and then turn to look at Peter. Why are you so nervous? Are your hands supposed to be sweating? You can’t focus on anything else, and you don’t know why. On the exterior, you appear normal, except for the fact that you’re shamelessly staring at him. He catches you and his cheeks turn the unnatural red color of the sauce covering the wings.

It’s almost as though the rest of the world doesn’t exist anymore. It’s just you and Peter, in this booth, a few feet away from each other. Everything is muffled in comparison. Were just too busy all the time to notice how much he genuinely adored you? You catch his shy gaze and find yourself leaning in against your own will. Your heart pounds faster than it does when you do your high-intensity cardio.

He tilts his head to the side to meet your lips, but it never happens. As your lips brush his, your phone starts ringing. You open your eyes and look at him. He shakes his head and smiles. “Take it. It’s okay.” You smile apologetically back at him and pick up.

“Cap, I was kind of...in the middle of something. Yeah. Later. Bye.” You finally turn back to Peter, cheeks rosy. Slowly, you reach out to take his hand. He accepts yours gratefully and interlaces his fingers with you, barbeque sauce and all.

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