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elflock-magician · 2 months

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Hey, Yo! its Jay again lol, uhmz so, that Nagito x Jay fic you made is like, my favourite ever, so i came here to humbly ask (if that alright) if i can have another one? ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ

Uh, somethingz changed so let me give ya some updates you might need

So, yk how Nagito has two sides right? like his usual Self loathing, Hope obsessed self, and his chapter 5 Sarcastic and Passive-Agressive side?

So, Jay actually has something like that too, they like acting rebel-ish/Tough and jokester/Playful while sometimes being very shy and tsundere or just plainly shy tbh

They really like Emo/Scene music, and fashion, though their talent is the ultimate fan (danganfan actually but no breaking the 4 wall shh XD)

Oh, and their appearence changed a bit too!

Any fluff scenario, preferably Hope's Peak Academy with established dating would be so hecking coolz!

funsie fact: october (the month you used in that jayito fic, is my birthday month XD)

Again, THANK YOU SO MUCH! i really like seeing things about jayito that i didnt do so i can have a surprise, and the way you write is PERFECT *happy cries*

A/N - Omg hiii!!! Thx so much!!! It’s so nice to see you again. Ngl I’ve missed writing Jay, even though the other fic was pretty brief, lol. But yeah, here it is!! :3

Summary - Jay’s attendance record was absolutely horrific. They so often skipped class to go waste the day in the gym closet to read fanfic or listen to music. Nagito was really the only one who knew of Jay’s habit. He considered it something special.

Nagito had noticed something about Jay. Specifically being that usually, Jay either showed up to class pretty early or just didn’t bother at all. So when Nagito noticed Jay’s absence that morning, he knew that Jay would not be around for class.

Before the two of them had officially started dating, Nagito had noticed their lackluster attendance record, and chosen to leave Jay to their own devices. He figured that the ultimate was just bettering their talent elsewhere. But then, one day pretty early into their official relationship, Jay had texted Nagito something along the lines of ‘Heyyy, I’m in the upstairs gym clozet skipping, drop by? ʕ´• ��•̥`ʔ’ and Nagito wasn’t about to pass that chance up, no matter how undeserving he saw himself of it at the time, and it became something special. Nagito quite liked it, actually, as selfish as he may have seen it back then. He liked how it was something uniquely special between him and Jay.

But regardless of how, when Nagito noticed Jays absence that morning, he figured he should check the gym closet for Jay.

And, surprising no one, Nagito was correct. He entered the empty gym, and then climbed the stairs to where the nearly empty closet was. The upper gym closet wasn’t often used, which made it an easy to access place of skipping class. Nagito approached the closet door, and opened it.

“Jay, are you in here?” Nagito called out into the dark closet as he creaked the door open, his hand slightly to the side of his mouth to project his pretty raspy voice.

“Boo!”

“Oh, hey Jay.” Nagito replied curtly, not at all startled. Nagito was very numb to most forms of fear, but that never stopped Jay from trying to get Nagito to call out in surprise.

“Gah, you’re no fun to try and scare!” Jay murmured as they shoved their hands into their jacket pockets.

“Maybe one day,” Nagito responded with a shrug. “What are you doing in here this time?” “Welll, you know! The usual. Wasting time. Anything is better than class at this point…” They added and stretched a bit.

“Sure, but if you are going to do this so often, it would be best to find a less cramped space… This can’t be good for your posture…” Nagito commented as he slightly tilted his head to examine Jay’s posture a bit before slightly tapping Jay on the back. “Sounds like a future problem to me,” they responded nonchalantly. “And hey, this is technically bettering my talent as Ultimate Fan, ‘cause I come here and read fanfic sometimes! So Hope’s Peak can’t not let me graduate for my absences.”

Nagito sighed, since technically Jay was telling the truth. Hope’s Peak had some strange policies.

“Well… fair enough,” Nagito replied.

“Since you’re here~” Jay began as they took Nagito’s hand and pulled him a little closer, “You should stick around for a little bit!”

“Hmmmm,” Nagito pretended to contemplate, teasing Jay in his own joking way, “Should I?” “Oh c’mon!” Jay shook him a little bit. Nagito laughed. This was one of the many reasons Nagito loved Jay. Despite Jay being a real ultimate, he managed to never make Nagito feel like he wasn’t enough. Like he could laugh and joke, cry, and every other emotion, too, despite everything.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stay!” He surrendered and smiled. Jay reached down and intertwined his fingers with Nagito’s. “But when it turns summer, we can’t be here. The air conditioner is already on its last limb, and knowing my luck, when it comes summer, it’ll be done for, and this room will basically become an oven…” Nagito deduced and shook his head in disdain of the coming future.

“Well, it’s not summer yet, now c’mon, I have some stuff I wanna show you!” Jay exclaimed eagerly and pulled Nagito further into the closet where they spent their time. Jay led Nagito to the far corner of the dark closet, the only light illuminating it was Jay’s phone. The corner was wedged behind a shelf, which was stacked with boxes of useless and old gym equipment that Hope’s Peak didn’t use anymore. It was a discrete corner but it gave enough space that they wouldn’t be claustrophobic or anything.

Nagito and Jay sat down next to each other, so close that their legs were touching, and their shoulders were together. Jay wouldn’t bluntly admit that they liked being so close to Nagito.

“Here, this is a new song I just found. It’s pretty cool. I’ve been listening to it, like, nonstop.” Jay put one of their earbuds into their right ear, and then handed Nagito the left earbud, so that they could both listen to it, Jay holding the phone out in front of them both.

“The genre you usually listen to is ‘Scene’, if I’m not mistaken?” Nagito asked as they put the earbud in. “Yeps, that’s the one.”

“Right. Well, if you like it, I like it. What’s this one called?”

“It’s called You’re so Creepy, by Ghost Town!”

“Ahah, ‘you’re so creepy’, where have I heard that before?” Nagito said jokingly. “Oh please, if someone’s saying stuff to you again, tell me, and I’ll give them a good knock upside the head to leave you alone.” Jay punched their hand into their other as a little demonstration. Not that Jay was the most athletic, but they’d find a way, they figured.

“A-Ah, that’s not necessary!” “Oh, but it totally is! I’m not gonna just let anyone talk down at you! You deserve so much better than that!” Jay replied. Jay knew of how Nagito was a bit of a target among students due to his frequent prolific rants about hope and the like, which made his peers often think he was, well, creepy. Nagito couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Ah, well in any case, what is the song?”

“Oh, right! The song,” Jay went ahead and clicked the play button on their phone, the song starting on the earbuds, Nagito listening attentively while Jay slightly nodded their head. Nagito was very supportive of Jay, some could even consider it to a fault, but he also enjoyed the music independently from that as well. He respected it because Jay liked it, but also just thought it was neat.

CREAK! Slam!

The door to the closet suddenly opened. Nagito and Jay collectively stiffened, their eyes widening. Why was anyone coming here? Literally no one ever used this closet! Not only was it up stairs, which most of the teachers couldn’t be bothered to climb, but the closet had literally nothing of use in it!

While it was true skipping class was excused if it was improving their talents, this technically could be considered trespassing to some degree. They really didn’t have an excuse to be there except that they couldn’t find any other private place to loiter. And the fact that the closet had almost nothing in it made it extra difficult to lie and say they were getting equipment or something. The two immediately panicked.

The light was flicked on by the culprit of the sudden door slamming, it being Ms.Yukizome. If they got caught by her they would be cooked. She would never let Nagito live it down, either. She already didn’t like the attendance excuse as it made most of the students lack other life skills. So?

Nagito and Jay were still in the dimmer part of the closet, but if they stayed upright, they could still be seen. If they were smaller, then they could not be seen behind the boxes, but they were not that conveniently shelf sized. However... It was in the split second that Nagito pushed Jay back to where Jay was laying on their back and Nagito was on top of them, keeping himself up by his elbows which were on the ground, keeping him from putting all his weight on Jay. The two of them were face-to-face, and were in… very close proximity. If Nagito leaned himself down even a little bit more, their noses would be touching. They silently held their breaths, not daring to breathe as they heard Ms.Yukizome rummage through a box. In this position, they stayed hidden behind the boxes on the shelves.

Jay silently started to become flustered, their heartbeat increasing at how close Nagito was. Though Nagito didn’t seem to pick up on the flustering feeling (he would probably start freaking out in the middle of the night when the feeling finally hit). But regardless of how flustering or embarrassing the close proximity was, the two were pretty perfectly hidden. But–

Thunk!

Ah. Just Nagito’s luck.

He knocked over some deflated soccer ball from the shelf with his shoulder when he ducked Jay onto their back. Because it was deflated, it didn’t roll to far, but it was still noticeable.

“Huh?” Ms.Yukizome said beneath her breath, looking over at the deflated soccer ball. “Is someone in here?” She shouted accusingly, putting her hands on her hips and looking over to the corner where the sound of them moving originated. But, due to their position, she didn’t see them. “Hm.” She hummed, before picking up the deflated soccer ball, though still not seeing them. She shrugged, before putting the ball back on the shelf and going back to what she was doing.

She sighed as she apparently didn’t find whatever she was looking for in the box, and she shut the light and left the room, a satisfying clunk heard as she shut the door behind her. Nagito and Jay collectively sighed in relief once she was gone.

“Thank gosh…” Nagito murmured.

“Okay, okay, get off now!” Jay called out and shoved Nagito’s chest a bit.

“Oh! Sorry about that, by the way,” Nagito chuckled a bit awkwardly as he sat up.

“‘S fine… That’s the only reason she didn’t see us…” Jay shut their eyes to evade eye contact. Jay picked up their phone, which had fallen forgotten onto the ground when Ms.Yukizome entered. The phone lit up at the touch, displaying the time.

“Oh, it’s lunch. You mind going and getting us something?” They asked, looking over, “I don’t feel like going myself~” They whined and leaned against Nagito’s shoulder.

“Sure thing,” Nagito replied and stood up, his knees cracking a bit as he did so. “Oh oh! Get the Strawberry soda and some straws so we can share it. I’ll chip in a lil!” Jay rummaged through their pockets before finding some coins in their pockets, which would effectively be able to pay for the one dollar, fifty cents soda, and maybe a bag of Chex Mix, while then Nagito could buy the actual food.

“Sounds good, ah, the strawberry soda is the best…” Nagito said and took the coins. Nagito had given up denying letting Jay pay in some part, as Jay was very insistent about not ‘taking advantage of Nagito’s kindness’ as they often said.

Nagito left to go and get the lunch, though giving a little peek to see if anyone was in the gym before leaving. Nagito liked this window of time he got to spend alone with Jay. It felt like something special. Like no one else in the world existed except for them. Well, except for when Ms.Yukizome interrupted and killed the mood, but whatever. It was something that Nagito valued. Something unique between him and Jay.

A/N - Hope you enjoyed :DD Sorry I kinda vanished for so long? School started dunking on me. Call me Gundam with the way I've been getting trampled. But heyy spring break guysss!!

#danganronpa #nagito komaeda #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #dr2 #danganronpa fanfiction #feels pretty nice to write a request again

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tea-earl-grey · 2 months

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just finished Disco s4 and thought i'd do a little review thing:

overall i really enjoyed it, especially the concept/running plot which felt genuinely new and exciting. normally i resent when an entire season of a franchise show like Star Trek is about Saving the Galaxy or whatever because it's horribly overdone at this point but i really didn't mind this season because the plot was so rooted in communication and character rather than pew pew space battles (which i'm resigned to the fact that modern scifi is always going to have far too many space battles for my liking. sigh.)

i loved the general theme of connection and communication (and solving problems through talking/therapy!!) but there were definitely a few moments that were a bit heavyhanded for my tastes.

i do really love the general Burn era worldbuilding. i have some things i would probably do differently if i was the writer but rebuilding a broken Federation is just such a good setting for a show like Discovery. i like it

minor and maybe controversial opinion but i vastly prefer the s4 uniforms to the s1-3 uniforms. i get that the blue jumpsuits are more similar to what actual astronauts/military wear but alas i love colorcoding characters by department and the bright colors add a pop to a lot of the shots that was missing before.

seeing Michael as Captain gave me so much joy and she! has! earned! it! i love seeing her emotional growth from s1 to here and her being able to lead and express herself and..... gah i love her!

Zora!!!!!!!! i love her. i can't believe it took Star Trek this long to give us sentient spaceships.

i'm glad Tilly was out finding herself and discovering her own path but :( i miss her. the scenes she got with Michael this season were a delight though.

i literally don't care how cliched the queer found family is with Stamets & Culber & Adira & Gray, i love them dearly and specifically mentioning their queerness just. makes me really happy.

the Saru/T'Rina relationship was an absolute highlight. i'm not huge into shipping but all of disco's relationships are so nice and casual and laidback that it feels like such a breath of fresh air and all of the Saru/T'Rina scenes had me uwuing.

and all of the Michael & Saru scenes also had me uwuing... i just adore how their friendship has evolved since s1 and they're such a good team. even if it doesn't really make sense with ranks, i dearly hope Saru keeps being Michael's XO in s5 because they just make so much sense together

on the subject of relationships – i really like how conflict was introduced in Michael and Book's relationship and how that conflict was the driving force of the season without it ever feeling petty or like either one of them are toxic. Book is clearly making Bad Decisions but those decisions are entirely informed by trauma and experience and he never has a moment where he's entirely a villain, he's just trying to protect people in a misguided way after being manipulated by Tarka (who. also

.... i will admit even though i adore Michael and Book together, there a few moments where Michael and Rillak were talking that made me think 'huh what if?'. sorry not sorry. i just have a thing for political enemies becoming temporary allies becoming friends. lol maybe i'm more of a shipper than i thought. either way, i definitely loved the political aspects of Michael's role this season and i thought President Rillak was a good addition to the season.

as for some of the negatives....

i do like all of the main and recurring characters and i also like Discovery's experiments with having the main characters not be the bridge crew but also i'm just not convinced it works and i think for a hyper-serialized show, Discovery just has too many characters. i would love for the recurring characters like Detmer and Owo and Bryce, etc, etc, to get more of a character and the writers are obviously trying but because of the format it just feels like character traits are randomly peppered in rather than organically built into the story which a) led to some weird moments and dialogue and b) resulted in some of the main characters (like Stamets and Adira) being a bit underused this season.

very related to ^ that. because of the amount of characters on the bridge, there ended up being a ton of really awkward reaction shots where something dramatic happens and we slow down to get a close up of like. ten different characters. like i am glad these actors are getting fair coverage and all of that but at some point the way it was shot just felt a little ridiculous and overdramatic.

this is also very much out of the show's control but i feel like you could really feel the ways covid limited the show (so much greenscreen, limited background performers, characters conveniently standing 6 feet apart for whole scenes). i think they recovered decently and it doesn't affect my enjoyment that much but it definitely stands out.

and finally, i won't go on about this too much because people have unfairly criticized Disco to hell and back for this, but there was just a bit too much Therapy Talk for my liking. and to be clear, i don't mean too much Actual Therapy. i really respect the show for portraying therapy and trauma recovery in depth and just having cool main characters go to therapy because it's good and healthy is Very Cool. but i do think there are definitely scenes (particularly in the beginning of the show) that has dialogue fall into Therapy Talk where all the characters go around in a circle and coherently state their thoughts and emotions and then resolve their conflict. it just gave the impression that the scripts were rushed and the writers didn't have time to add nuance into the dialogue (very possibly related to pandemic stresses and the bad writing room practices that are hopefully being faded out after the WGA strike). it would have been fine in a scene or two but nearly every episode had one scene or line that made me want to rewrite it. it wasn't enough that it ruined the season for me at all (it's probably my second favorite Disco season after s3) but imo it made the season just good and not great.

i rated all the episodes (because i love nothing if not spreadsheets to track my fandom thoughts) and overall the season had an average rating of 8.17 out of 10. in comparison – s1 was 8.06, s2 was 7.92, and s3 was an 8.26. my favorite episode was Kobayashi Maru (9.4) and my least favorite was All is Possible (6.9).

anyways, i'm very excited for s5!!!

#the more i watch of discovery the more i do really like it #it'll never be My Trek but everyone's emotional journeys are just very good and satisfying #and the characters are all wonderful despite some of my problems with the plotting and dialogue #discovery #star trek discovery #my posts #speaking of discovery #i just remembered i have a have typed up meta about (mirror)Georgiou and (mirror)Michael from s3 that i really need to finish #i simply love her (Michael Burnham)#long post

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gnattyplayssims · 3 months

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1961 Pt2 - Fear in Her Eyes

TW//Self-harm discussion

Things started to stabalize for Sofia once she moved back to Copperdale. Her parents happily provided meals and took their grandkids on occassion so Sofia could take care of herself and work some odd jobs. Even Catty settled in.

One day when the kids were in Plumbite Cove for the night, Nik stopped by to check on her and they went to the roof to catch up.

"You look good, Sof."

"I don't feel good. It's still hard. But I'm trying...for the kids."

"I hope for yourself too."

As they chatted for a bit the sun went down and Sofia shivered. "You cold?"

"A little."

"Here." He drapped his arm around her and pulled her closer "Can't have you freezing on your own roof."

"I can go get a sweater."

He kissed her forehead gently, "Up to you."

Sofia nudged his shoulder and their eyes locked, the air around them stilling.

"Hey!" Nikolas poked her side, "No spacing out on me."

She laughed and pulled away, "Stop you know I'm ticklish there."

"Where? Here?"

"Gah, Nikolas stop." she screeched in laughter.

She leaned back and he fell on top of her both lost in the humor of it. But then the air became charged again as their eyes locked. He brushed his thumb against her lip without thinking and she looked away, her mind disconnecting at his touch, preparing herself for what came next

Before Nikolas could process what was happening Sofia pulled him down into a practiced kiss, wrapping herself around him, feeling his body respond to her touch. After a moment he pulled away.

He could see her fear how she was already catergorizing him with all the rest. "Damn."

He climbed off her angrily. "Damn it!"

"Was it not good?"

"I didn't ask for that! I don't want that!"

She scanned his body with a smirk, "Sure."

"Sofia, any redblooded man would have this reaction if you touched him like that, that doesn't mean I want it with you."

"Oh so you just get hard for any floozy who looks your way it that it?"

"NO! Gah give me some credit, I'm not an animal."0

"So you do think I'm attractive. Just not enough to plumb with."

"No...yes...stop!...You're putting words in my mouth!"

"It's really not that complicated"

Nik rubbed his forehead. "Sofia, you're beautiful okay. There's nothing wrong with you. But let's get one thing straight. You're my best friend and ONLY my best friend. And if you ever try to twist that again this friendship is over. Understand."

"Yeah...get off my roof Nikolas"

Nik did as Sofia asked leaving her sitting alone feeling more abandoned and confused then she'd ever felt in her life. As Nikolas walked home the storm clouds started to roll in and he looked up to the sky and whispered a little prayer.

"Watcher, don't let me have ruined it."

He made his way home to San Myshuno and collapsed on his bed. He'd never lied to her before. Never in his life had he wanted something so badly as that kiss. But not like that. Not with that fearful disconnect in her eyes. He couldn't, wouldn't take her that way.

No matter what.

"Is everything okay Ann?"

Ann forced a smile but footsteps interrupted them.

"Mind if I join you, ladies?"

Sofia rolled her eyes at Mathias' unwelcome entrance but kept her attention on her friend. "You seemed distracted at dinner."

"I'm fine just under a lot of pressure."

"It's that family again isn't it."

"I really like them Sof. If I nail this recital they might adopt me. Can you imagine? Me a Valley girl."

"I can't even imagine getting out of this place let alone moving to the Valley."

Footsteps interrupted them as Maci entered the room.

"Will you be okay in here while I sort out your paperwork."

The new boy nodded as she slipped into her office.

"Hi! I'm Sofia, what's your name"

"Nikolas Layne Pearson"

"Wow 3 names! I only have one...I was born here."

Nikolas didn't say anything.

"What happened to your face?"

"That's a rather rude question to ask someone you just met."

"I'm just curious. I thought you might have a tragic backstory...like a novel."

"This isn't a plumbing novel. And if you must know I ran into a wall!" He stood to his feet and disappeared into Maci's office.

Later that night a terrible sound drew Sofia from her room. Crying and hysterical screams came from Nik's room. "Sit still child before I actually hurt you." An electric buzzing met her ears and filled her imagination with all sorts of horrors.

A few moments later Maci left.

Sofia slipped into the room Maci had vacated and found a tragic sight. She sat on the bed as Nikolas sobbed into his knees. Sitting closer she could see his bald head was full of scabs and scars

"What...what happened? Why did Maci shave your hair off? Did you have lice?"

Nikolas sniffed and wiped his nose. "No I didn't have lice. I...I pull my own hair out."

"What? Why?"

"I don't know. Just...sometimes when I'm sad...it's easier...to feel that...instead of what's inside."

"Oh Nikolas...that's so sad."

He shrugged "I guess."

The next morning, Mathias cornered her in the hall. "What did you do to your hair?! You look like a frilled lizard!"

Sofia rolled her eyes and brushed past him as she made her way toward Nikolas. He eyed her warily as she approached "Is this your idea of a joke?"

"I don't know what it's like to experience that much pain but...I'm here if you need a friend."

Nik smiled, "I liked it better long."

"I liked yours better long too, so let's grow it out together okay?"

That was the moment Nikolas Layne Pearson fell in love with just Sofia

1962 Pt1 - Memories of Us

#mizrahi legacy #dandy generation #decades challenge #sims 4 storytelling #ts4 storytelling #ts4 legacy

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m3lzalz-honeybee-noble · 1 year

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This article was a very interesting read. Anyone else spiraling and wondering in which episodes or moments in season 1 and 2 the writers’ minds went straight to… and Tim And Lucy kiss?

To kill time, if anyone wants to participate and offer their thoughts or ideas, please feel free to comment here, reblog, or create your own posts. You can tag me it you wish.

These may require some more thought and analysis, but here are some that come to mind for me:

Season 1: This is so hard, because there are so many tension filled scenes, but Tim and Lucy were just getting to know each other, Lucy was getting over her situationship with Nolan, and Season 1 Tim would NEVER. I couldn’t really think of a moment or scene that could’ve led straight to a kiss, but maybe the episode as a whole:

1x07 (Lucy confronts Tim outside of Isabel’s). I know, definitely too soon, but that tension and angst between them in that moment… GAH 🤤. You can’t convince me there wasnt a shift.

1x11 (Lucy gets stuck with a used needle; Thank you! For What? Doing my job?). If Lucy was as bold and confident then as she was in episodes 4x22 and 5x01, she would have sought comfort from Tim by kissing him.

1x14 (Plain Clothes Day)- The banter, Tim in plain clothes 😍, Tim’s discreet protection, loyalty and trust. I wouldn’t have blamed Lucy. I probably would have skipped her in line.

1x18 (Chenford paintball date)- their first unofficial date. A trophy kiss for their Team winning.

1x20 (Tim gets infected with deadly virus)- nothing like a NDE (Near Death Experience; any OA fans out there?), and fear of death, to put things in perspective. Their mutual comfort was chef’s kiss. The closed door being a literal barrier between them. Their last looks at each other, like no one else was in the room (a callback for episodes 5x03-5x04). I could see them running to each other embracing and kissing, a la Sydney and Vaughn (Alias).

Season 2: Oh this one was definitely much more easy. There are so many. This post is getting too long, so I’ll just name 6. I can do a part 2, for second half of the season

2x01 (Lucy confronts Tim about his mistreatment of her so far along; suicide ideation) - Lucy is at her best when she is assertive and stands her ground (🔥) -I could see a Tim apology that leads to a confession and 😘

2x02-(Lucy records audiobook for Tim): the time and thought Lucy put in, on top of the 8-12hr work shifts. That alone warranted a kiss of gratitude. Bonus: Tim was breathing, sleeping, eating, showering, exercising, and working with Lucy’s voice in his head, 24hrs a day. Some say he still listens to the audiobook, you know as a refresher course to being Sergeant 👀

2x03: (betting Lucy couldn’t find a partner for Tim; Lucy’s short sleeves victory): The flirting and invasion of each other’s personal space (boundaries non existent). 📢GET A ROOM📢

2x06 (missile crisis, end of the world): they chose to spend their last moments on earth with each other. Let’s end it with a kiss.

2x08 (Tim wouldn’t have gotten that stupid plaque if Lucy didn’t have his back; Thank you! For What? Doing my job? Part 2): She saved his picture on her Lock Screen! The first thing she sees when she goes to unlock her phone. They breathe each other’s air on that bench. Tim leaned in to her, while drinking his beer. Just kiss her!

2x10 (Introduction of Rosalind Dyer; Lucy meets acolyte Caleb): if Tim had offered to take Lucy out for that drink with another human, the sequence of events that followed never would have occurred, and the night would have ended with a kiss.

2x11 (Lucy’s Rebirth/ Reawakening )- including this because technically there was a kiss. A kiss of life. I could also see their hospital scene ending with a kiss if they weren’t interrupted and talked a little more.

2x12 (Tim keeps tabs on Lucy and gives Lucy her ring back): Both scenes had so many unspoken feelings/ unresolved, good tension. I can imagine if they hugged, it would have ended with 2 kisses.

Bonus: I won’t elaborate, that is unless you are not over this post and care to know more

Season 3:

3x06 (Lucy goes undercover as Nova, the first time)

3x09 (Lucy “fake” feelings confession, and Tim, heart eyes 😍, will miss riding with Lucy)

3x14 (Lucy undercover as Nova Part 2; Tim asks Lucy to Save him a Dance)

Season 4: Before 4x22

4x01: (Their first on screen HUG)

4x07: (first undercover together (please correct me if I’m wrong); Lucy 🎤 Tim up with wandering eyes, all the way down and up)

4x09 (Tim’s day of validation/ reflection/ retribution/ and Lucy’s Hug of Life)

4x12 (Lucy and Tim’s Date with 3rd and 4th wheel, Chrispy and Ashy; Personal Space, into the VOID you go)

4x18 (The collection of a debt that was owed… THE DANCE)

Season 5: Manifesting First REAL Kiss:

5x08 (Lucy and Tim riding together again for the first time, after a long hiatus, pun intended)

#chenford #the rookie #lucy x tim #the wait is over #season 1 #season 2 #season 3 #season 4 #season 5 #AMA

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rosaacicularis · 2 years

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OH MY GOD THE…. ALIENE AND HUMAN AU PLEASE I FUCKIGNG LOVE ALIENS AND HUMANS FALLING IN LOVE 😭😭 I’m going to rant ok I’m so sorry in advance ANYWAYS

learning each other’s little details about body language and facial expressions and little things they do and figuring out which ones are more a cultural thing with respective species and what’s unique to them alone 🥰 and GOD. I’m such a sucker for the “really specific gesture that’s almost definitely interpreted as romantic in nature in their society that the other doesn’t know about” trope (cough cough Star Trek Vulcan kisses with the hands), like hmm Grian touching his fingers to Scar’s lips or touching noses as like a friendly comfort thing, but it just makes Scar all flustered. Scar casually crushing Grian in a very tight hug or something else, and Grian being very caught off guard and flushed from the immense amount of physical contact that he’s not accustomed to (it’s just a hug to Scar but a lot more to Gri). Finding ways to communicate through a language barrier, especially if it’s similar to mutually formed sign language, that gradually gets more intimate and touch-based and just a part of them as they grow to like each other more and more. Making each other flustered when one of them sits and looks so intensely over all the unique little features they aren’t used to, like Grian tracing all of Scar’s scars, or being fascinated with his hands and holding them in his own to press and move and watch all the small muscles and tendons and joints move. Scar petting the soft, feather like bristles (bear with me here lol) that mesh with Grian’s skin along his cheeks and shoulders, seeing the little patterns and colors and textures of each one, or feeling the texture of the tiny but sharp talons at Grian’s fingertips, and comparing their hands together. God I just really love human and alien falling in love and scarian makes it even better aaAAAAA 🥰🥰

Sorry I’m back again I’m brainrotting the human/alien au idea so freakin hard like, HHHH ITS SO GOOD. They do their best to make food from their own planets or just cultures in general and loving seeing their partners eyes just light up at some flavor or texture they’ve never had before and loving it to pieces. Learning new little details about each other all the time and TICKLE SPOTS. Both of them being delighted to figure out they’re both ticklish, even if it’s in weirdly different ways (like Scar being ticklish under his arms and the back of his neck, and Gri being ticklish on his shoulders or thighs) and just taking advantage of it when they’re playful 🥰. Finding little things they do or noises they make very endearing, Grian having never heard someone snore in his life before, and hearing Scar make soft little rumbles when he’s sleeping and Gri thinking it’s adorable, or Scar figuring out Grian’s little face feathers puff up when he’s embarrassed or frustrated. Heartbeats and pulse points!! Grian discovering Scar’s heartbeat and just in awe of how loud it is and being able to feel it if he smushes his face against Scar’s chest. Gri not really having a central circulatory muscle and just having much more noticeable pulse points in certain places like his neck and joints and wrists, or maybe having something similar to a heart but in a very different place than Scar does, and Scar wanting to learn all about it. Gah, I love this so much >_<

so true anon!! space au’s are so slay <3 they hit so different and i love them

#tbh i wrote that alien human post at like three am and i did not remember it until this ask #😌😌#scarian #hermitshipping #alien au #anon ask #long post

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kallurances · 1 year

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s1e1 the rise of voltron (pt 2) liveblog

cont. from my pt 1 post!

aww shiro thinking that altea must have been an incredible place

this moment btwn allura and coran was so sweet :( i rlly did love their relationship and im glad they gave allura a little time to grieve, bc i rmbr they rlly never gave her the space to do so afterwards even though she was continually losing so much . . . gah

allura and the mice awww

im sorry this 'rivalry' btwn keith and lance is too funny like pls

allura is connected to the lions' life forces! how though? maybe this gets explained in s8 idk

but it is a cute idea that alfor was building this giant mecha cat warrior and he was like ‘my daughter absolutely needs to be in on this’ LOL

coran calling pidge primitive LOL

the lions choose their pilot; it is 'a mystical bond that can't be forced' LOL @ s3

god the og lineup was too good im trying to savor it while it lasts

goes crazy over the fact that we literally never found out abt the blue paladin's qualities. but yes i agree, the blue paladins are def the best looking and coolest of the bunch ^_^

lance being 'skeptic' over keith being assigned the red lion oooh foreshadowing?

only allura can open wormholes . . . again im left wondering what are the scope of allura’s abilities. is this bc she’s altean or bc she’s allura? or is this bc this is her ship, and other alteans can open wormholes on their own ship? maybe this gets answered later in the series i don’t rmbr

god she looks so serious my bb :(

sloth creature on green lion planet!!! loved these dudes they're just funky guys

shiro's gallows-esque humor was so funny to me, “i've been locked up by aliens for over a year, this is nothing” i love him T-T

the cut to hunk and lance LMAO

cool contrast of hunk overthinking and lance getting right to the point! hunk def has a lot of anxieties which give him a lot of hesitance, lance is v intuitive and usually pretty sure of himself

i love hunk's snark and sarcasm!!! he can be so petty lmao king

oh man yellow has lion carvings next to him too, who put them there? the blue lion had some too, are we supposed to infer that local natives did it (in the same sense how we found out later the arusians think of voltron as a divine being and they had carvings of the ‘lion goddess’ around the castle)?

“oooh pretty” hunk u r adorable

yes blue!!!

lance being distressed over hunk!!! my boys ahhh you can tell they def were pretty close before the whole team came together

pidge also overthinking lol but shiro being a reassuring presence . . . is this supposed to be a contrast to the earlier hunk and lance scene?

awww he used her dad's advice to calm her down, pidge’s soft smile T-T

“go. be great.” I LOVE U SM SHIRO the way this scene always used to make me so emotional pls . . . pidge's yelps of joy T-T literally crying real tears.

shiro and pidge were my first favs when i initially watched this show and im pretty sure this was the scene that hooked me onto them? ahh i really love them and the dynamic they built up over the course of s1 T-T *tries not to think abt later seasons*

lance bracing to get hit by the galra - smth similar happens in s7 i rmbr! was this an intentional parallel?

yay hunk to the rescue!!! oh also sven in s3 and hunk here both jumped in front of fired shots to save lance's life

how many times are they gonna do this hunk throwing up joke it got old after the first two times

pidge and shiro's knowing smiles they’re so cute :( <3

the galra have a hold on the red lion! man i rmbr someone pointing out after s1 it was bc it was probably alfor’s lion that zarkon got a hold of after he killed him and i was like :0 also why does zarkon have the red lion stowed away on a random warship - granted it's one of his best generals, but you think he would keep it somewhere more secure

not another lance pickup line sighing so loud rn

lance calling coran the old guy is so funny cause we all know he ends up sacrificing himself for him like 2x later on this season CTFU

l/h are team running away, k/p are team fighting back . . . the legs are all about stability and making sure they don’t get knocked down and the arms are all about offense and assertiveness . . . god i love how the anatomy of voltron translates into the character’s (initial) positions and characterizations it’s so *chef’s kiss*

and shiro is the perfect balance btwn the opposing parts here, the head who will direct their actions yup yup yup

HERE’S AN OPTION: SHUT YOUR QUIZNAK

I DONT THINK YOU'RE USING THAT WORD CORRECTLY

iconique

god s1 k/l dynamic was so funny i loved these dudes

i love that shiro defers to allura!!! those are her lions! and allura is unsure of what to do - she’s just a teen thrust into this leadership position for this war she never signed up for

the music when allura meets alfor's ai T-T

bb girl is so scared and unsure :( my babyyy

alfor admitting that allura was right and that he made a mistake!!! god i wonder what would have happened if he had listened to her

oh wait that was a s3 episode wasn't it

'you must be willing to sacrifice everything' goddd did they rlly know the series would end in her death this line is so bittersweet i hate u bitches

BOYS ITS TIME TO SUIT UP

god i missed this

the bayards!!! takes a distinct shape for each paladin! this was a rlly good way to add more characterization to them . . . l/h are more long range (perfect for support), while k/p are more offensive weapons (great for getting all up in someone’s face)

also side note, cool how keith gets a sword and a shield, rlly filling in the knight archetype here

shirooo u r my angel <333 i wonder what his bayard form would’ve been after he gained it from zarkon . . . Big Sigh

you have to earn red's respect! where was this energy in s3 lol

lance taking the lead in the absence of the natural leaders!!! cool

shiro having flashbacks T-T i rmbr thinking how great the depiction of shiro’s trauma and PTSD were when i first watched the show, but i think they pretty much dropped it after while . . . Sighs

shiro thinking of the greater good and pidge thinking more selfishly (valid), it’s nice to see shiro deciding to support pidge . . . he will always have his team’s backs

patience yields focus lol

keith being transfixed by the galra symbol 0.o

ohh he’s sensing red like how he sensed blue in the desert!!! did they ever explain how he was able to do that?

who designed the inner workings of this castle that only mice can fix

coran trying to communicate with the mice LOLLLL

frustrated keith lol

shiro is known as the champion!!!! i am so fascinated by his time in galra captivity but they never rlly built off it after s1 . . .

i love how lance loves piloting T-T my boy

KEITH TRYING TO BOND WITH RED LMAOOO

IM BONDING WITH YOU!!!! these moments are big thing to him huh

keith opening the hangar doors so they all get sucked into space SCREAM this bitch is CRAZY

ngl ever since ~s6, i have kinda been a keith hater on the occasions that i recalled vld but . . . i may be growing fonder of him on this rewatch

this shot of red coming for keith is so pretty and awe-inspiring like wow look at the scale of these lions T-T THEY HAD A BOND

GOOD KITTY

shiro's hand activating!!! u r so cool

kitty rose has left the stage! cute

allura pressing her joined hands to her mouth in nervous anticipation at the black lion meeting shiro IM GONNA CRY T-T god she must have been feeling so much pressure and responsibility to do all that she could to bring an end to that evil empire

her sigh of relief when the black lion accepted shiro :(((

the team attempts to form voltron!!!

hunk slamming into red and yelling COMBINE LOL

1 2 3 VOLTRON

THE THING THEY FEEL IS JUST THEM BEING PULLED INTO THE WARSHIP SCREAM

shiro’s speech!!! idc what the showrunners were thinking he was always meant to be the leader of voltron!!!

HUNK IS A LEG!!!

their joy is so pure my kidsss

the split screens as they yell in unison ahhh i missed this

shiro slapping keith on the shoulder lolll they’re brothers <333

allura is so cute <3

they're in the lion formation! i miss this lineup soooo bad crying shaking screaming throwing up rn

shiro likes being a defender of the universe :( and then they took that away from him IM GONNA CHEW ON GLASS

THE EPISODE STARTING AND ENDING WITH SHIRO KILL ME HOW DID THEY EVER THINK HE WOULD BE PERCEIVED AS ANYTHING BUT THE LIKABLE LEAD CHARACTER

this ending song slaps

overall impresison: this was one of my favs back in the day, and it was easy to recall why! great setup of the characters and dynamics, overall good pacing, some rlly funny moments . . . we were all so happy that day . . . it’s hard to imagine how bad things were abt to become :(

#v.log #lb

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sukacheri · 5 months

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ARIMA Chapter 3 [AO3 or Keep Reading below]

Halloween, First Year

“Whoa, hey! Gah, you guys shouldn’t be touching the idols!” Hinata yelped, though his pleas fell on the deaf ears of the crowd of kids surrounding him. “C’mon, I’ll give you all candy, but you have to wait your turn like good little children!”

The kids were no more attentive to his words than he was to Kunugi’s droning lectures during class. They tugged at the coattails of his costume in a frenzy, uncaring if it ripped into shreds, not if it got them more tricks and treats.

‘Tricks’ in this sense not being the classical Halloween pranks, though Hinata had done plenty of those today too. No, it was because he was so impressive and dazzling earlier that all the kids started to flock to him. He didn’t have an intimidation factor like Undead that naturally kept guests in order, too nervous to start acting like rabid dogs. Instead Hinata was as approachable as an automatic sliding door at the convenience store.

Especially for kids. Especially when they were dressed up as tiny ghosts!

Hinata reached into his candy bucket to toss out a handful of home-made candies — and hopefully give himself space while the kids scattered to collect it all — but his fingertips grazed the smooth plastic bottom of the bucket instead of any crinkling pieces of hand wrapped candy.

“Agh…” He looked inside his bucket just to check. Yup, empty. That just leaves one option. “Hey, Yuuta-kun!”

His brother was at least ten paces away from the crowd of ghosts crowding around Hinata, a smug grin on his face while he made zero moves to help. No doubt enjoying the sight of Hinata suffering.

“Hey, esteemed ghosty guests! I’ve run out of candy, but my super amazing twin brother over there has lots and lots of it!” Hinata pointed right at his brother and in an instant the kids' heads snapped towards him like moths to a lamp. Or more like a group of zombies noticing a tasty human walking by. Was this what commanding an army felt like? It felt great.

Yuuta paled as the ghost kids descended upon him, the crowd lightening up enough on Hinata’s side for him to slip away and take off down the hallway. It wouldn’t be a good look for an idol to be running away from fans, so Hinata opted for a fast paced skip that suited his bustling character.

About a minute later, a similar rhythm of footsteps matched Hinata’s, growing closer until they were right beside him.

“That was cruel, Aniki,” Yuuta said.

Hinata flashed him a grin. “But I knew you’d be able to slip out just fine! I wasn’t really sending you off to your ghostly death.”

Yuuta shuddered, elbowing Hinata in the side. “Ugh, don’t even say that. I had to use the last of my candy, so we both gotta swing by our dressing room to restock.”

“Sounds good to me!” Hinata snuck his arm around Yuuta’s, interlocking their elbows and continuing their joyful skipping pace. His grin deepened as Yuuta kept up with him, not shrugging him off like he would have on one of his more frequent moody days.

Or maybe it was Hinata’s more frequent annoying days that put Yuuta off.

Regardless, Hinata happily maintained their skipping through the hallways so they could go restock.

The dressing room was more of a shared area with a variety of sections curtained off from one another — with an event this big, there wasn’t enough room to give every unit their own dedicated room unless you were willing to cough up the money for it. The curtains worked well enough, at least for 2wink who were never particularly picky about their surroundings. It wasn’t an alleyway on the street, and there was even a table of snacks set out.

Hinata opened the curtain for their reserved section and slipped in behind Yuuta. It was a pretty empty room compared to some of the other unit rooms Hinata caught glances of, but of course most units had more than two members to fit into such a small space. There were two folding chairs — one of which Yuuta sat on in the way he did when he was practicing his balance: his butt on the back of it with his feet resting on the seat — and the two big tote bags they brought resting on the ground.

The remaining candy they made was in them, but Hinata hesitated on filling his bucket back up. The last performance of the night was probably starting about now, so 2wink’s job was done. His performer instincts itched to fill up quickly and run back out to catch every last guest he could and turn them into 2wink fans, but he had plans to attend to.

Yuuta was only taking a momentary rest, sipping on some water and preparing for the last hurrah, but he would be eager to get out and snatch the stragglers up just like Hinata wished to do too. It would have been great if Hinata had thought up a plan before now for a way to slip out of the last bit of the event, but he was nothing if not an impromptu, on-the-spot master, so an idea grew in his mind as he turned to Yuuta with a grin.

“Yuuta-kun, I was thinking—”

“I already told you I am not doing that haunted mansion with you.” Yuuta shuddered, gripping his water bottle tighter. “Absolutely not, so get that dumb idea out of your head already.”

Hinata waved his hand like he was brushing that comment away from the air. “No, it’s got nothing to do with that! You didn’t even let me finish you meanie.”

Yuuta rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Okay, fine. Speak, Aniki.”

“So,” Hinata grinned, manifesting the devilish energy from his costume. “I’m feeling pretty pooped out. Those ghost kids really wore me down with all their crowding and fussing! So, I’m thinking that we do a lil switcheroo. That way you can have a turn with the kids buzzing around you, and your dear, tired, exhausted Onii-chan can relax here.”

It was definitely more of a stretch than the white-lies he typically fed to Yuuta. It wasn’t like any of the words Hinata gave him were ever malicious or meant to earnestly trick Yuuta, but at least this one was for a reason wholly unrelated to Yuuta.

Hinata wasn’t sure if he’d ever enjoy the sensation of how a lie tasted as it left his lips. The years of experience should have given him an acquired taste for it by now, but he could be thankful the words still left him feeling like he swallowed something bitter.

And Yuuta, the good twin that he was, had a sense for when Hinata was dishonest. It was hit or miss, however, if he could discern what the truth of the situation was. Lately, Yuuta lacked that ability more and more — through no fault of his own, it was Hinata who was becoming an unreadable shadow, a crack in the mirror.

“Like you would actually sit here and relax,” Yuuta scoffed, but his voice didn’t carry the dismissiveness it would if it was a refusal.

“Well, okay, not really. But! I maybe have something secret to do that has to remain top secret per the orders of the other party. Y’know, potentially related to the other running around we’ve been doing tonight. But maybe not! I’m not privy to tell thou such classified matters.” Hinata looked away with his hand on his chest, as if the mere thought of it would make him faint like a maiden.

“Hm, Sakuma-senpai needs you for something? Or maybe Oogami-senpai.” Yuuta hummed, tapping his fingers on his knee. “Ugh, fine. It’s Oogami-senpai, right? If it were Sakuma-senpai you’d have no problem telling me because that’s actual work, but Oogami-senpai…”

“If it were him, which I am neither confirming nor denying, then it’d be something personal and embarrassing! But also low stakes enough that you’d find out by the end of the night.”

“And you need to be able to move around without getting bombarded again. So, I’m just a body double for you now.”

Hinata’s eyes widened, protests already coming to his lips but he bit them down. He loved his brother and all his complicated emotions, but right now he really needed to be going. Later tonight when they got home, Hinata would revisit this topic. He would.

Besides, whether he dug into it now or in a few hours, the end result would probably end up the same anyways, as had most of their arguments started to trend.

Did it make him a bad brother though? Yuuta was his number one priority, was he really going to put something else above that?

“Yuuta-kun, you’re not just a body double, you’re you.” Hinata smiled, a small one flashing no teeth. No performance. “And who you are is super amazing! Yuuta-kun is my precious other half, but not a replacement for me in any way. You’ve grown so much and you’ve become someone so capable and—”

“Oh geez, shut up! I’m teasing you, obviously. Don’t get all sentimental out of nowhere. Let’s just change and get back out there.” Yuuta stepped off the chair and started unbuttoning his white vest.

Hinata got the feeling that Yuuta was only placating him. If he wasn’t accepting the words now, then Hinata had to let it rest. He would do better though. He was going to make Yuuta a happy child. Hinata would deliver him that peace one day.

They swapped clothes with no further comments, though the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. This wasn’t an argument in earnest, but it still ended on a slightly sour note. Hinata took out his hair clip as he thought, his lips forming a line. He and Yuuta kept scraping against each other lately, and yet everything still felt… fine. Was there something he wasn’t seeing? Not understanding? Maybe this wasn’t anything personal, but a general moody experience that first years dealt with? But, well, when had the twins suffered anything like a ‘general experience’?

A pinch on his arm brought him out of his thoughts.

“Eh?” Hinata blinked. Yuuta was face to face with him, his eyes narrowed as he scanned Hinata’s face. He still held his hair clip, not yet placing it on the opposite side of his head. Yuuta’s eyes dipped to that, then snatched it out of his hands.

“Let me do it. These ones are a bit of a hassle to do on your own, huh?” Yuuta brushed through Hinata’s hair, snapping the clip into place. “There we go. All good Aniki, or should I say Yuuta-kun.”

“Yuuta-kun.” Hinata frowned, his chest squeezing with something he couldn’t place. Sadness? Guilt? Shame? He was questioning his emotions more often, the names of their complexities escaping him each time. Regardless, he felt heavy with something.

“Nope, I’m Aniki right now. I’m the leader of 2wink, beloved by all for his cheerful, upbeat attitude. And I’m sure the sour to my sweet brother Yuuta-kun will be able to earnestly tell me how much he loves me!” Yuuta grinned, his smile a mirror of the one Hinata bore earlier when addressing the children.

He thought it looked smaller than usual, but there was no doubt Yuuta could match him. So it was probably the image of the mirror’s fault and not the mirror itself for that small sadness seeping in.

Hinata swallowed. He had to say what Yuuta was feeling, or rather, how much he loved his older brother?

“Aniki…” Hinata squeezed his hand into a fist, hiding it behind his back. “Well, of course I love Aniki. I love him a lot, even if he sometimes eats the last of the french onion chips.”

Of course that was the truth. Yuuta loved Hinata. Hinata loved Yuuta. Yet, his throat felt tight, some distinct feeling of wrongness crawling around his skin. Doubt, doubt, doubt.

Hinata dug his nails into his palm, dispelling the thoughts. There was absolutely nothing to doubt. Yuuta obviously cared about him, and Hinata was being the best big brother he could be given the circumstances.

Surely the restlessness was because he was running late to his other appointment. His skin was itching not in anxiety related to his brother, but in anxiety about making a deadline. Of course! That was all.

He grinned at Yuuta, unable to help pulling him in for a quick hug, the contact pushing back the shadows that crept at the edges of his mind. Not that he really had shadows, how dramatic!

“Alright, I’ll catch up with ya later!” Hinata pulled away, saluting. “Good luck with the kids, bye-bye!”

Donning his Yuuta attire, Hinata slipped out from the curtain of their dressing room. With the bustling of idols closing up for the night, Hinata was able to maneuver through them like a leaf flowing down a stream. He side stepped people carrying boxes of props, turning on his heel to avoid a collision with someone running with an elaborate outfit on a hanger, and jumping over a wire stretched out a foot above the ground. Whoever designed shoving so many people into one area to use as a dressing room was certainly using a laissez faire attitude.

The kids in the hallway gave him a glance, recognizing the similar bat outfit, but no, Hinata wasn’t Hinata right now. Their eyes turned away, looking where Hinata had come from, eager to see the black-vested bat of the night make his appearance again with more candy.

If the situation weren’t one in which kids were actively trying to tackle Hinata to the ground, he’s sure Yuuta would be feeling jealous about the difference in attention. Honestly, he likely planned to let Hinata sap it all up tonight, and more than anything Yuuta would be miffed now he lost his easy road of the night.

Oh well. 2wink carried their weight together.

The further he got from the main building where all the performances and attractions were taking place, the thinner the crowd became. Once he made the final turn to go to the greenhouse, there was no one around.

Perfect, because he’d really rather not deal with getting this outfit with the white vest dirty by trying to sneak around.

With another quick glance around to assure himself he was alone, he opened the door. A door that should be locked, but his sticky fingers managed to snag a key off of the landscaper a few days ago, and thus gave himself unlimited greenhouse access. A door that he unlocked with said key earlier in the day.

It was dark inside except for the small pathway lights embedded in the soil around the plants. Enough for Hinata to see by, as he crept his way toward the kitchen. That room’s light was on, and Hinata heard the faint shuffling of a pair of feet in there.

As he rested his hand on the door, he glanced down at his orange bow, different from the green he wore all night. An idea crossed his mind, and without giving it any additional thought, he stepped into the kitchen.

Tsukasa was standing by the counter, observing different pots hung up with only the level of focus a guy like him could harness. He had changed out of his Halloween costume — a shame really, Hinata wanted to get a closer look at the shinigami get up and the rare chance to see his boyfriend in a darker style — and he wore sweatpants that looked like they were probably ironed, as well as an expensive looking windbreaker. Leave it to him to make dressing down look like you needed a six-figure job to pull it off.

He turned towards Hinata, a smile inching onto his lips then pausing as his eyes slightly widened, glancing to the hair pin clipped to the right side of Hinata’s head.

“Oh, hello there, Yuuta-kun.” He sounded unsure, like he was trying to keep his voice even but the confusion bled through too much. “What brings you here?”

“Nothing in particular. Door was unlocked. So, Knights is done performing, huh? I’m surprised you guys didn’t hog up all the time from beginning to end.”

Tsukasa squinted, his nose scrunching up delightfully. “My seniors make Knights a very popular unit with high demand. And they also have the habit of getting carried away.” He sighed, crossing his arms. “Your words aren’t completely unfounded, I suppose.”

“Ha, well, being in 2wink, it’s easy to pick up on who the stage hoggers are. All fans are important, but sometimes you just can’t help feeling you’re getting everyone else’s scrap.”

Hinata knew that’s how Yuuta felt at times, like no matter what nobody would pay attention because it was them, 2wink. At school, they were the opening act, an audience present only so they could get good seats for the main event. On the streets, they were a momentary distraction in a busy day, something to watch while waiting for the light to turn green.

He didn’t know how he felt about it. These days Hinata felt like there were times he’d try to chase down a train of thought, or really try to consider his feelings about something, and it’d be like turning a corner in a big maze and finding himself at the beginning again.

There were too many things he needed to be doing, so he’d leave the brooding to Yuuta and see where he lands with it.

“I can understand where your feelings come from, and I don’t suppose it means much coming from me, but I can sympathize with your position,” Tsukasa said. “Being the newest in Knights among my seniors who have established fans, it is daunting at times to see others cheering for the people around you, but not you specifically.”

“Well, you have the world’s biggest baby cheeks, so don’t worry I think you have all the grandmas falling for you.” Hinata grinned as he spoke, but tried to tone it down at the last second. That was a Hinata thing to say, not Yuuta.

Tsukasa narrowed his eyes slightly, but fortunately didn’t bite. Yet.

“Yes, well, anyways.” Tsukasa tapped his fingers against his jacket. “Yuuta-kun.” The name was said with an awful amount of weight to it.

“Do you need something, Tsukasa-kun?”

“No, not me. I was just thinking that this must be a particularly tough time for you right now.”

Hinata blinked. “Huh? What do you mean? There’s nothing troubling me, is there?”

“It’s okay, you don’t need to hide it with me, Yuuta-kun.” Tsukasa smiled comfortingly. “If there is anything I can help you with as you try to make it through this stressful experience, then by all means please reach out. I’d hate not to be of assistance to a fellow classmate and friend.”

A large part of Hinata knew this was bait. Tricky, tricky Tsukasa; this was his bad habits coming through. But still, what if there was something so terribly stressful going on with Yuuta right now, and Hinata didn’t know? He had to pull the boyfriend card right now and claw that information out of Tsukasa.

“Tsukasa-kun!” He marched up to him, grabbed him by his shoulders and shook him. “You need to tell me what’s happening with Yuuta-kun! Why is he stressed out? What did you do to him? Oh, don’t tell me, is it that nasty senior of yours?” He shook Tsukasa harder, doing his best to make Tsukasa feel like a bobble head. “Sena-senpai just can’t leave Yuuta-kun alone! C’mon, you gotta call the dogs off, there’s no need to go after my brother just cause you’re mad at me!”

“Ah, hey, you—!” Tsukasa tried to pull away, but Hinata was a very insistent shaker. “Hinata-kun, I knew it! Stop shaking me!”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong with Yuuta-kun!”

“You know there’s nothing wrong with him! How could I know something you don’t?”

“You can’t lie that well without a plausible reason!” Hinata paused, halting his shaking too. “Hm, but don’t get a big head and think that was still a passable lie. It’s way too easy to tell with you. You gotta work on that if you’re going to make it as dirty businessman.”

“I have no plans on becoming someone underhanded, so I’d rather my honesty speak for itself,” Tsukasa said. He sighed then smiled fondly, slipping his arms around Hinata’s waist to pull him in for a hug. “I’m glad to see you were able to sneak away. I wasn’t sure you could do it, Ritsu-senpai mentioned his brother was having you run around doing errands again.”

Hinata relaxed into him, moving his hands from Tsukasa’s shoulders to wrap his arms around his neck. “Mmm, yup. You’re lucky I’m a great multitasker. You suck for getting me distracted though, I was planning to pull some secrets from you while I was dressed like this. Like ‘man, my Aniki sure is annoying, wouldn’t you agree?’, and then you’d defend my maidenly honor or something.”

“Only you would make a grandma comment, at least to my face. Yuuta-kun would keep it private, or maybe tell Sengoku-kun who would eventually tell me.”

“Yeah, well, Yuuta-kun’s a basket case these days.” Hinata ran his fingers through the hair at Tsukasa’s neck. Always so soft, like touching the leaves of a lamb’s ear plant. He didn’t miss how Tsukasa’s shoulders hunched slightly at the contact. “You will tell me what could have him so stressed right now, won’t you? I won’t get any sleep at all for days if I don’t know.”

“That’s… right. Yes. I will. It was… um…” He trailed off, his voice higher than normal, and no doubt blushing as red as a rose.

Cute, Hinata thought. The nature of their relationship left little time for them to be physical like this. During the very few visits to his house that had taken place, they cuddled maybe twice. Hinata could tell it didn’t come easily to Tsukasa, and while his heart was so earnest, he was rather unsure of how to initiate most things or whether he was hugging Hinata the ‘right’ way.

That wasn’t a surprise to him, no. What was a surprise to himself was his own increasing hesitance in affection.

Jumping on people and forcing them into hugs was right up Hinata’s alley. He did it with near strangers if given the right opportunity — poor Midori-kun on the first week of class had no clue what was coming for him, but Hinata couldn’t resist jumping on someone so tall.

Even with Tsukasa he was eager with his affection at first, offering it in boatloads and giving Tsukasa a crash course on how to hold a hand. As if Hinata knew the first thing about being romantic, but he sat through lots of rom coms with Yuuta so he had a point of reference, no matter how unrealistic.

But now, even when he felt like he physically ached when he saw Tsukasa walking through the hallway distracted by some lame textbook in his hands, when it came to sneaking off together during lunch, Hinata felt his heart stammer at holding Tsukasa’s hand. He could still do it, push through the intense something he felt and lace their fingers together which in part soothed and in part flared the feeling.

It was hit or miss too, which didn’t help Hinata make sense of it. Sometimes he had to hype himself up to go through with it, other times he was too much of an internal slog of bumbling emotions to do anything but wait for Tsukasa to make a move. And more and more rarely, he was free from that resistance like now, combing through more of Tsukasa’s dark red hair with glee.

“Maybe I should stop so you can get your words out,” he teased, stilling his hand.

“Sh-shut up,” Tsukasa huffed. “I’m not so mindless that I can’t think. I simply wanted to have a moment to appreciate it, surely that’s allowed. And besides, I…” His voice growing quieter as he trailed off.

The silence was heavy after he trailed off, falling around them like overcast clouds were collecting in the room with them. Not too heavy to be suffocating, but the sun of the moment was gone.

Hinata grimaced, taking advantage of his hiding spot on Tsukasa’s shoulder. He wondered if Tsukasa was weighed down by it too, or if all these storms he felt with him were nothing but Hinata’s mind filling gaps of the unknown with dark uncertainty. He longed for the hot sun and blue skies of summer, but he’d be lying to himself if the weather hadn’t been rough on him for a while.

Please, just blow away this time, he begged the silence. Tsukasa-kun deserves an easy end to the night, so please let him have it.

Tsukasa’s arms tightened around his waist, his fingers tapping against the white vest.

Nervous?

“Tsukasa-kun?” Hinata asked quietly, unwilling to cut deeper into the silence than that.

“Sorry, I’m dealing with a bout of shyness.” He breathed out a small laugh. “I was going to say that I missed you these past few weeks. It’s just wonderful to be with you again.”

Ever the romantic, of course. Hinata closed his eyes and repressed the urge to sigh with grief at himself, saving the curses for his pessimistic mind for later. Instead, he tried letting himself bask in the gentle starlight of Tsukasa’s words. Storm clouds begone, in one fell swoop of earnest declaration.

He resumed threading his hands through burgundy hair, humming a low tune against Tsukasa’s neck.

“If you missed me that much, you should spoil me a bit, don’tcha think? I could use some new socks. Or a car.”

He could feel Tsukasa’s lips draw into a line without even needing to see them, but he spoke without any bite to his words.

“A car. You don’t even have your license.”

“Who needs a license to drive? We’re in a new era, Tsukasa-kun.”

“I won’t bail you out when you’re arrested I’m afraid, so good luck with that. But,” he paused, fingers tapping again. “I will see about spoiling you. And you can’t say no to it either, I won’t allow it. You know now that I’ll chase you down.”

Hinata bit his lip, ignoring the festering rot of guilt in his gut. Good things, good things. Tsukasa doing nice things. Good!

“I know you will!” He pulled his face away from Tsukasa’s neck, needing to flash his teeth and prove how very happy he was with this. “So, I’ll look super forward to it, okay? I promise!”

Tsukasa smiled back, a soft one yet still reaching his eyes sparkling with violet sincerity. He really was so handsome, and Hinata relished the way his stomach flipped with butterflies and smothered his lingering trepidation.

He enjoyed being with Tsukasa, treasuring all of these moments where they could slip off to be alone. Hinata wanted to make up for all the grief he’d put Tsukasa through lately, so he took advantage of how easy affection came to him that night.

So, Tsukasa left with plenty of kisses to soothe any persisting misgivings about the whole ordeal.

Hinata was sure he’d pass out after surprising him with the first one; they really didn’t get many chances to do anything other than hold hands, so each time for something more than that was always a fresh experience. He acknowledged that they were both shy and took some easing into it, but at the second kiss, it was impossible to ignore Tsukasa’s giddy smile against his lips.

Hinata couldn’t keep his own grin at bay, so with their third kiss and all the ones after that, it was a lot less like standard kissing and more just pressing their smiles against each other.

And it wouldn’t have been better any other way.

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[Hinata]:

11:56 PM

yuuta-kun and i are home safe! so you can stop forcing yourself to stay awake and just sleep now (─‿‿─)

[Tsukasa] :

11:57 PM

I am not forcing myself to stay awake.

[Hinata]:

11:57 PM

but you were definitely waiting lolol (¬‿¬ )

[Tsukasa]:

11:58 PM

I wanted to be sure you were safe. Regardless, it is a good time to sleep. Good night, Hinata-kun.

[Hinata]:

11:58 PM

yuppers!! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ goodnight <3 (´ ε ` )♡

[Tsukasa]:

11:59 PM

Oh, and one last time before the day rolls over: Happy Halloween!

[Hinata]:

12:00 AM

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆

[Tsukasa]:

12:00 AM

Good. Night.

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Um uh *screams*

Ti's me again, smile anon. Took long bc lord has this week been relentless but you're still keeping us well fed w all the rama content and i am coming to scream about it as promised (so to anyone else reading this ask There Will Be Spoilers)

First of all I love the quotes you're leaving at the start of chapters, they really set the tone! The fic overall is v introspective and I'm deeply enjoying the discussions on morality. Both ramattra and reader gave it a lot of thought, and I like that he's getting a chance to discuss his ideals w somebody who'd listen and actually mull it over. Somebody's already mentioned this, but you include his voice lines seamlessly and get his speech patterns on point!

And holy shit that last line. "At what point did throwing a molotov cocktail become self defense?" That's the perfect way to end the chapter with how it's been going. And I love that there isn't an answer right now. Those children (and other innocent people) were put in danger as a direct result of the attack, even if unintentionally. But also reader and the child they were saving got put in danger by a stray bullet (again, not intentional) from overwatch who are supposed to be saving them. So what's the answer here? "I'm still not sure. But I do know there are some lines that I won’t cross, Ramattra." Gah I love the characterization of this reader so much. They play off each other well and I can't wait to see what conclusion they'd reach (both of them). Went over both snippets and I will whoop and cheer once the next chapter is release

Also I noticed how he asked how they view him again 👀 and yes he's using it as a shooting off point to get his idea across but methinks he deeply cares about the answer. And it hurts that his 'friend' status is on shaky grounds rn but they still care for each other and that's what matters

Overall, I adore how you characterize him. On the surface he appears cold and distant, because he's had no choice but to be, but then when given the chance he's so thoughtful and he cares. He cares deeply about the people in his circle and about his cause, about other omnics that he's resigned himself to suffering forever if it means getting there.

I am aro-spec and rarely find myself catching feelings but you have me officially down on my knees I just wanna hold him and kiss him and give him a damn break for once, he deserves all the TLC in the world </3

Ahem hope i didn't embarrass myself too much ily thanks for the 👌💯💥 good content

Smile anon I need you to know that I've read this like 50 times and it fills me with such joy each time!

I think Ramattra just... has a lot of grief that he can't really process because he's never been given the proper space to which just exacerbates his anger. And while these things are absolutely something he is not just valid, but *justified* in experiencing, they are leading him to make questionable decisions that seem to conflict with his own moral code, so like... more of that to come

And yes! I love writing something that's serious, and not in a horror way, for once. It's a nice change of pace to discuss morality and just how subjective it can be, and much like my first fic from my years long hiatus, I think it's going to become much more of a long-form fic than something short and sweet because both of these characters have so much to say

Also! He very much uses "Tell me, what do you see when you look at me?" as a way to challenge any assumptions reader may have made about him, but it's also 100% a way to gauge how they feel about him because he really does care.

And I'm having so much fun writing this, and I'm so glad people are enjoying it so much!!!!

These aren't embarrasing I love your asks so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺

#dalish mail #seriously I love your comments #they're so insightful and I'm so glad people are enjoying reading it

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[Baldur's Gate 3] - Squidhawk #14

[Cross-posted on AO3]

Arriving at Waukeen's Rest was a little more chaotic and disappointing than he'd first assumed it would be. Much of the buildings had been burned down, the corpses of Flaming Fist and goblins and drow all scattered in the courtyard, wild birds trying to pick at the corpses every opportunity that no one was looking. Everyone fussed and moaned about the disappearance of some man named Ravengard and the death of some people inside. Whatever livestock they'd had previously had either died or fled in fright.

And all of that?

Was none of his concern.

The only thing he cared for was finding the hidden spot that that caravaner had mentioned. The "invitation only" place that the man had been so kind as to tell him the pass-phrase for, before he'd slit his throat and taken his cargo.

The place that he found was... not really what he was expecting. Rather underwhelming, if he were honest. It just looked like a dirt shack with stacks of old, sun-beaten boxes in front, which he carelessly shoved aside with the bottom of his boot before pushing the door open, stepping inside cautiously. His eyes wandered the dark space, and immediately singled out the clusters upon clusters of explosive barrels.

A trap...?

No sooner had he thought it before he saw a flame burst to life from the darkness, held in the palm of some man he'd never met before.

Instinctively, his hands went up in a show of peace, knowing all too well just how bad of a spot this was to be in, his mind scrambling. "Wai'!" The other man paused, but didn't relax, waiting to hear what he'd say next. "Li'l serpen', long shadow."

Finally, the man dispelled the fire in his hand, straightening himself up more.

"Gah - Helm's orbs. Thought you were Flamin' Fist." The man was still shaking off some of his tension, apparently startled, but easing up. "Down you go, then. They'll be on us soon, so if you're looking to trade, you'd best be quick. Entrance is hidden behind the wardrobe-" He extended out a key for him to take. "Go on."

Giving the man a last glance and arched brow, he strode around the small maze of shelving towards the back of the hut until he found a hatch, leading down into a storage room. Far back in the corner, he found the wardrobe in question, pushing open the false backing that led into a rather impressive cave, heading towards a thick, iron gate.

"That's far enough!" a rough female voice called from across the cave, standing at attention on an adjacent cliff. "What's your business down here? Answer honestly, and maybe we'll kill ya clean."

Kytes' arms crossed and his nose wrinkled, shifting his weight from one leg to the other before he swiveled slightly to point back towards the entrance. "Guy------fron', lemme through."

Not pacified, she barked, "Then your answer decides his fate as well as your own, so make it good."

"Only here-----'rade things."

"Raid?" she hissed, and he tensed, eyes widening as she reached for her bow and he quickly held up his hands.

"No! No." He cursed his faulty words and quickly searched for something he wouldn't screw up, correcting himself. "Buy. Sell." He licked his lips, trying to force the word out. "TT-t-t----t-rrr---tt-tr---a----de."

She seemed to relax a bit, at least. "Trade with what? Your life was ours the moment you walked in here." She still wasn't friendly. "But... maybe I'll let you buy it back. I have a job needs doing." She gave a hand signal towards people below, before calling across to him, "We've disarmed the traps. Come down."

Breathing out under his breath, he deflated a bit, moving towards the gate and pushing it open. He definitely wouldn't be sticking around this place for long, but he could at least offload some unneeded junk for coin and see if they had anything of worth to him.

With all the explosive barrels he saw at the entrance, maybe he'd be lucky and they'd have a stock of smokepowder bombs for sale.

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"Some of my people are missing," Zarys explained. "More importantly, so is their cargo. Find them. Barring that, just bring back the chest. Unopened. I'll pay you a handsome sum to get it back."

Kytes crossed his arms, thinking for a moment about what she told him. "Found them," he shrugged. "Already dead." She didn't need to know the last survivor had their throat slit by him.

"Shit," she spat. "And what about the cargo?"

Slinging his bag off his back, he rummaged through it a moment and carefully pulled the iron flask from within, standing back up and pulling his backpack on before holding it out to her. "This?"

She took it from his hands and smiled, but it was a thin smile, her eyes curling at the corners in a strange way and going glassy. Something was wrong.

"You... you opened it?" He could hear panic underlying her voice and he frowned. "You've killed us all. Every last one of us." Her smile turned into a scowl, her eyes alight with malice. "But you're not getting out of it either. Lads! Don't let him leave! Kill him!"

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Somewhere in his gut, he'd known this was a bad idea, but had he listened to it? No. He seldom did. He usually convinced himself that he'd be fine and he could handle it. Sometimes he was right. Often times he wasn't.

Why did he never listen to his better sense? It was beyond him.

He hissed and all but threw himself to the ground as an arrow whizzed past his head, barely missing, and quickly scrambled further into the cave. He didn't have smokepowder bombs, but there were explosive barrels and oil all over this cave, and he did still have some alchemist's fire, which he hefted as soon as he saw a few of Zarys' goons standing too near to some of the barrels.

They scattered or were thrown screaming, much to his satisfaction, but he didn't plan to stay and fight them all. He needed to get back to the entrance, quickly, but he was going to have to maneuver cleverly to get there.

He already had half a plan forming in his mind when a huge, hairy beast ran to block his way ahead, letting out a thunderous snarl that made every hair on his body instantly stand up in alarm, skidding to a stop.

His eyes glazed over, his body freezing, and in a quick flash, he was elsewhere...

Standing on the dark street, which was devoid of most city life at this hour. It wasn't uncommon for him to skulk about the shadows, looking for opportunities to take things that didn't belong to him. Some nights he was largely successful. Others, he didn't find much.

Tonight, he had other troubles to worry about than just whether or not he managed to pocket any goods that were worth his while. The night prior, he'd gotten caught trespassing in a shop, and he'd struck the shopkeeper upside the head with a makeshift weapon, knocking them unconscious as he'd fled.

Tonight, the Fist were out looking, and they had help.

A huge white dog stepped out from another street, nose to the cobbles, before it lifted its head towards him. Its eyes and its pelt both shone in the moonlight, and even at so late an hour, he could see every thick muscle rippling beneath its skin. It stared him down ominously, then lifted its head to let loose a loud, sharp bray, bringing its master running.

"Did you find them, boy?" The Fist spotted him - he spotted them. Kytes didn't waste time. He turned and took off running. "Get 'im, boy!"

He dared to look back, and regretted it as he saw the huge dog quickly closing distance, its jowls flopping with each bound before it lunged. He almost tripped over his own feet, swiveling to raise his arms and try to protect himself, and was immediately taken to the ground.

The dog snarled - he screamed. It pushed its square head past his arms, clamping down on his face and savagely jerking its head, tearing chunks that would never heal right until his face was soaked red with blood. He instinctively kicked and clawed, trying to wrestle the dog off him, but the damage was already done--

Without even thinking, barely even seeing in front of him, he swung his knife into the wolf-dog's skull, hearing it scream in pain and retreat away from him.

He had to get away.

He had to get away, before--

He turned, and froze, gasping as a blade pierced his stomach. When did-?

It wedged deeper under his ribs, making him choke and grasp the wrist of the person that'd stabbed him, trying to blink the haze away from his mind and remember where he was. Where was he-? What was he---

They pulled the blade out and plunged it into him again, and he grimaced in pain with a soft wheeze, barely a whimper.

"Take his things. He won't be needing them."

Someone else was wrestling his backpack free from him. He blindly lashed out with his dagger, but someone caught his wrist and twisted it until he cried out in pain and the blade fell from his hand.

"We'll feed his innards to the dogs. That'll make 'em nice and happy."

No, no, no-!

He finally managed enough movement to yank his arm away and shove off the man that still had a blade in his gut, yelping as it yanked free and took some of his blood with it. He pressed a hand to his stomach, trying to keep the blood in, stumbling, and--

He felt his foot slip, falling onto open air. All the breath left him as his shoulders struck stone several meters below, bouncing off another ledge and rolling uncontrollable over sheer, stone slopes until finally stopping in some deep, dark place below. Bloody teeth gritted tightly together as he arched his back and writhed in pain, trying to roll off of his back.

"Where'd he go?"

"Should we go after him?"

"Leave him. There's only one way out, an' that's through us. Besides, he'll bleed out long before he manages to crawl his way out of that pit."

Managing to plant a hand under him, he pushed himself up with a grimace, gasping breathlessly as he tried to take stock of his surroundings, but the darkness was too thick, the only light a faint flicker of torches far above him. Moving around on his hands and knees only made him hiss as his wounds tugged and spilled more blood into the dirt, groping around for anything of use.

All he managed to find were long-forgotten bones to keep him company in his final moments, and his awareness was quickly fading, forcing him to roll onto his back again and prop himself against the cold stone. Something gently clattered as his hand bumped against it, blindly patting his hand around until he found it and held it up to the distant light.

One of his daggers... seemed it had fallen with him. Why couldn't it have been one of his potions?

Well... he supposed it was its own kind of mercy, dropping his hand down and laughing hoarsely, barely a whisper on his lips, before it melted into an equally hoarse cough that had him wincing.

So this was it.

Dying in a dark pit with nothing but himself and a dagger. Somewhere no one would even find his bones for another hundred years.

What a fitting end for a miserable, sick, forgotten urchin like himself.

The cold was already seeping in to every corner of his awareness, in the parts where feeling hadn't left him entirely, but his wounds still burned and he tightened his fingers around the handle of his knife. One small mercy, at least...

It wasn't the first time he had contemplated it. He'd found himself staring at a knife's sharp edge more times than he could count, or peered over the edge of a fatal height, or watched the dark, churning waters of the sea and thought of whether or not it would be painful to drown. Death had dogged his steps every moment he drew breath, from the moment he was born, cursing him with a weak heart that could fail him at any moment without reason.

He had danced with it, sometimes.

In moments where his heart fluttered too hard, agony within his ribs, until he'd passed out for days at a time.

In moments where the world felt too cruel, and he'd tried to take his own life, and failed, or chickened out at the last minute.

But now? Well, nothing was going to save him now. Not in this place. Not with these wounds.

The least he could do for himself was make it quicker, raising the blade and steeling himself to drive it into his throat. It was already hard to breathe right, and if he waited much longer, he wouldn't have the strength.

[Don't!]

His eyes cracked open again, and he couldn't help wheezing another voiceless laugh, smiling mirthless.

And there he is. My self-declared protector.

[You're grievously injured...] No shit. [But this isn't the way.]

Then what is? There was nothing here that would save him, not even if he tried his hardest. Those bastards had been right. He was bleeding out faster than he'd ever be able to climb out. He had no friends, no one that gave a damn about him. No one was coming.

[Not this.] How very helpful of him. [Just hold on. You can't give up yet.]

He choked, breathing coming in strained pants. If there was ever a time to give up, now is that time...

Fuck. He was starting to lose consciousness, his arm going limp and refusing to move. He didn't want to admit it, but he was afraid, tears pricking at his eyes. Gods - he didn't want to die. Not here. Not in this place. Not like this.

His eyes rolled back and he found his surroundings flickering, changing, from darkness to ethereal, starry skies, to darkness again.

[Just hang on... I'm here. I'll protect you.]

Protect, protect, protect. False promises... always false promises. You can't protect me. No one has. No one ever will.

The space around him kept flickering and shifting, back and forth. He felt the presence of someone else encircle him, holding him rested against them, and his surroundings stabilized into that surreal dream place. Somewhere in the distance, he heard thunder booming, but it was too far away and he was too exhausted to care.

"I have you..." Rune's voice came softly; gently, a warm hand slipping against his jaw and cradling his head against the man's throat. For the first time - the only time - he didn't try to pull away or resist. If Rune wanted to hurt him, or use him for his body, it didn't matter now. He wasn't going to live long enough to experience it, or have to live with the consequences afterwards.

For once, he just wanted to be held without feeling afraid, giving in to the embrace willingly.

Just once...

"You're going to be alright, I promise..." The hand on his jaw moved to brush through his hair, holding him securely. Safely. Like he was something precious. He wished he could have had more of this while it still mattered, but it was nice to have even for a moment here at the end. "I'm not going to leave you to die alone and forgotten in this place. Just hang on a little longer. You're going to make it through this."

If he had more strength, he'd have laughed at him. He could only close his eyes as darkness took him.

You're a liar.

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kudouusagi · 3 years

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CindeREKI track 3 and 4

Narrator: One week had passed since the S at Crazy Rock Castle. Today, once again, Cindereki was doing chores at the behest of her sisters.... And every once in a while-

Reki: It was so fun skating with him. But no more... *sigh*

Narrator: She was sighing while remembering skating with Prince Langa.

Shadow: What is it? You're so depressing. I'm the one who wants to sigh! Since I missed out on my chance to be a queen.

Miya: You were serious about that, mother?

Shadow: Ahhhh! Is it true that there's a girl who stole the prince's heart!? I'm so upset!

Cherry: My riches, power, and fame! I'll shower them with caltrops!

Miya: Well, now that I think about it, it is too early for me to get married. I think it's about time that Cherry gets married though.

Cherry: Shifukyuuzetsu (駟不及舌)

Miya: Aah!

Reki: You're attacking her! Oh you just wrote that on her face? I was scared because I thought it was some kind of killer technique.

Cherry: It means, ‘Once words leave your mouth, even if you chase it with a carriage with four horses, you won't be able to catch them.' In other words, you should be careful with what you say!

Miya: That's too complicated!

Shadow: It's because you're like this that you'll never become a bride!

Cherry: Asouseihou (鴉巣生鳳)

*this means that a genius child has come from a dumb parent

Shadow: Gah!

Miya: Cherry has gone crazy.

Reki: I can't believe she attacked her own mother!

Shadow: I'm not dead!

Cherry: Inga ouhou (因果応報 karmic retribution)　 youtou kuniku (羊頭狗肉 false advertising) jakuniku kyoushoku (弱肉強食 survival of the fittest)　 yakiniku teishoku (焼肉定食 yakiniku meal set) yakihata nougyou (焼畑農業 slash-and-burn)　 nouyaku yasai (農薬野菜 pesticide vegitables)

Reki: There's a lot of unrelated things in there too.

Miya: That's just how angry she is.

Narrator: Around that same time, Crazy Rock Castle was in a bustle because Prince Langa had gone missing.

Girls: Where's the prince!? Prince!? Where are you, Prince?

Man: What in the world is the prince thinking?

Girl: He's always just staring off into space so it's hard to tell.

Narrator: No matter how much they searched the castle, they wouldn't find him. He was in the town with Chamberlain Snake.

Snake: Prince, do you really want to look for her?

Langa: Yeah. I want to skate with her again.

Snake: But you don't even know her name or where she is so searching for her will be... You at least remember what her face looked like, right?

Langa: Mmm.... She has a weird face!

Snake: Prince, watch how you speak.

Langa: She had a unique face.

Snake: Well I guess that's fine... But if that's our only clue...

Langa: I have a clue.

Narrator: As he said that, Prince Langa pulled out that glass skateboard.

Langa: I'm sure if I skate with her, I'll know.

Narrator: And so this is how Prince Langa started searching for her. He went to houses with daughters and had them skate with that glass skateboard. However-

Girl: Wah!

Langa: It's not her.

Girl: I rode it, prince!

Langa: Unfortunately not.

Girl: How do you ride it?

Langa: Sorry for bothering you.

Narrator: No matter who rode the skateboard, none of them could produce the ice road.

Snake: It's getting late. We should end here for today.

Langa: But!

Snake: Prince.

Langa: Just one more house!

Narrator: The house that Prince Langa pointed to as he said that, was Cindereki's mansion.

Shadow: Wow! Prince Langa! I can't believe that you're visiting our house!

Snake: The prince is looking for the girl who rode this skateboard. Are there any girls who participated in the S at this house?

Shadow: Me!

Snake: She does... have a weird face.

Langa: It's not her.... probably.

Shadow: What's with that!? Anyway, why don't you let me ride it?

Cherry: Wait! I'm the one who skated with the prince that night.

Miya: Cherry! Don't try to sneak your way in!

Shadow: Both of you stand back! This is my chance!

Miya: The prince has the right to choose!

Cherry: The one with the best chance should go first!

Shadow: Then that means me, doesn't it?

Miya: Where does that confidence come from!?

Cherry: Prince, it was me! You remember right?

Miya: Ah! You're so cunning!

Shadow: Stay in order!

Miya: How about we do it in order of who's youngest!

Shadow: It's obvious that it should be in the order of who is the most beautiful!

Cherry: Seriously, where does that confidence come from!?

Joe: Wait! The one who owns that glass skateboard isn't her.

Langa: Eh?

Snake: A suspicious person! Who are you!?

Joe: Me? I'm-

Chery: The Magician Koujirou!

Miya: You know him?

Shadow: He lived next door to us before you were born.

Cherry: Magician Koujirou, why is it that all you do is get in my way!?

Joe: I'm the one who should ask that! You put a centipede in my pot!

Cherry: Of course, because you're a magician.

Joe: That was a pot for stew!

Cherry: You're the idiot who ate the beans I left behind so I wouldn't get lost in the forest!

Joe: Shut up you four-eyed trickster!

Cherry: Stop speaking human words, you brainless gorilla!

Shadow: Stop it, you're in front of the prince!

Snake: That's enough, Prince Langa. There was never a girl like that to begin with.

Langa: There really was!

Snake: Let's go home.

Langa: But...

Narrator: Then while the prince desperately didn't want to give up, Cindereki, who was cleaning in the back came into his view.

Langa: Who's that girl cleaning over there?

Shadow: Eh? Oh no, Prince, that's my step daughter but she's so improper it's so embarrassing taking her out places!

Narrator: But Prince Langa wasn't listening to the stepmother anymore. He just walked straight up to Cindereki. Those unwavering eyes. Yes.... they were very nice.

Langa: You...

Reki: I'm sorry! I just finished scrubbing.

Langa: I finally found you.

Reki: Why are you here? Wait... is the prince... you!?

Narrator: Cindereki finally realized that the person she skated with was the prince of the Land of Snow, Prince Langa.

Langa: What is your name?

Reki: Ci-Cindereki... is my name.

Langa: Would you ride with me?

Narrator: Prince Langa gently held out his hand, Cindereki took that hand and slowly put her right foot on the glass skateboard. And then... an amazing thing happened! That sparkling ice road appeared once again!

Reki: Th-this is...!

Langa: I knew it was you! Cindereki!

Shadow: Cindereki is the girl that the prince was searching for!?

Miya: No way!

Cherry: Tell me you're joking!?

Joe: Your personality changes when you’re surprised, Kaoru.

Reki: Prince Langa... Umm... Thank you for finding me!

Narrator: And so this is how the two of them met again. The ice road stretching out in front of them was just like a wedding road that led all the way to the Land of Snow. Prince Langa gently took Cindereki's hand and the two of them lived happily ever after.... But I won't allow that to happen!

Reki: Eh?

Langa: Who are you?

Narrator: Thanks for asking, Prince Langa!

Shadow: Wah! Something fell from the sky!

Miya: Who are you? You're wearing a mask.

Reki: But... that mask....

Langa: Do you know him, Reki?

Reki: It's so cool!

Langa: HUH?!

Miya: Is there something wrong with your eyes, Reki?

Cherry:It's a vulgar mask.

ADAM: How rude! Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo!

Cherry/Miya: Gah!

Joe: He put awful masks on them!

ADAM: Boo!

Joe: Gah!

Snake: Could that masked guy be... The Demon Emperor ADAM!?

Reki: Who's that?

Snake: The former king of this country.

Shadow: I've heard of him! He was exiled for committing atrocities!

Snake: Soldiers, protect Prince Langa!

ADAM: It's been a while, dog!

Rek/Langa: Dog?

ADAM: That man used to be my servant. Now, dog! Grab Langa-kun and come over here!

Snake: Ugh! My head

ADAM: You haven't forgotten have you? The memories I engraved in you of being my dog.

Reki: He seems to have pulled a collar out from behind him!

Langa: Snake? He seems to be in pain.

ADAM: Tadashi!

Snake: Woof!

reki/Langa: Eh?

Snake: I'm sorry, Prince Langa! Woof

Langa: Huh?

Joe: The prince has been kidnapped by the Chamberlain!

ADAM: Now, bring Prince Langa here!

Shadow: I won't let you! Since the prince is going to marry me!

Joe: Let's go now! Muscle- ah! Damn it! The mask is cutting in!

Cherry: You're as stupid as ever. Running would be faster than using your magic.

ADAM: I've come to get you, Langa-kun! Now! Dance with me!

Langa: Wahhh! I'm spinning!

Reki: Wait, ADAM! Give Langa back!

Langa: Reki!

Joe: Don't give up, Cindereki! Remember the squats you did with me!

Cherry: Shut up you stupid magician! I'm going to save the prince and become rich!

Shadow: Prince! Look at me and grab on!

Miya: Get back, mother! I'll save the prince and get a happy end!

ADAM: Ah~ This is so fun! Come on Langa-kun, spin more! spin!

Langa: I'm spinning! ing! ing! ing! ing!

ADAM: And this is how ADAM and Langa crushed the trash with their love-love skating and skated together forever! The end!

Reki: No! Don't go, Langa! Don't go!

Reki: Wait... Langa... Don't go...

Koyomi: Ahh... Onii-chan fell asleep reading Nanaka and Chihiro a book again... Geez.

Reki: I'm Cindereki!

Koyomi: What kind of dream is he having?

#SK8 #sk8 the infinity #cindereki #SoundCloud

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mod-ibuki · 2 years

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May I request sayaka Celestia and Miu with a fem reader thats a singer and their on stage performing a song and they look really hot

Also have a amazing day/night

“You did great!”

warnings: Miu’s behavior.

M-I: Hope you like it! Honestly wasn’t sure how to write Miu’s part as I didn’t have a clue but decided to roll with some ideas. Oh, and quick side note: I’m going to be using “Y/N” for my platonic fics, and “S/O” for my romantic fics.

Summary: Sayaka, Celestia, and Miu with a gn!performer!S/O and general headcanons

Pairings: Sayaka/reader, Celestia/reader, Miu/reader

— SAYAKA MAIZONO

No matter what genre you sing, she loves it! Especially onstage. Sayaka makes sure you’re not nervous or scared since it can mess with your performance, don’t worry, she’d know. So, she would encourage you, try her best to make you confident. “Don’t worry, S/O! Your singing is great, you’re going to do amazing, no doubt about it!!”

If she can’t go with you to your performances, it’d upset her, but she would watch from a TV, cheering you on. Also, if you’re okay with your relationship being made public, she most likely makes a whole album about you and how much she loves you. If you do the same back.. Well, expect Sayaka to be screaming into her pillow like a 6th grader after their crush talked to them.

You two have to and most definitely make songs together. How could you not? Most of them are couple songs or love songs, but if you want another genre, that’s fine with her. There are specific genres she doesn’t like singing about, but you can manage through it.

— CELESTIA LUDENBERG

She flexes your relationship. She’s at your concerts, front seat, with some type of merch with your amazing face on it. Celestia will not hesitate to casually mention in a conversation that you two are partners. “Have you heard S/O’s latest song? It is quite pleasant to listen to, I’m glad they are my partner, not only for their lovely performances and voice, but how much they truly love me.”

When it comes to your fans who are too touchy or forceful/demanding, she will gracefully step in between you two, advise that you find another place to be with your guards, then lecture this rodent on personal space and that you do not need to fulfill their desperate fantasies at getting any type of notice from you. You try telling her to just let them do their thing, that there will be fans who are like that throughout your career, and you can’t do much about it. Celestia will keep up the “peaceful, totally will not attack anyone” persona around you, only to flip off people who aren’t respecting your boundaries. :)

Overall, she loves your songs and will try to give you inspiration for future songs you may make. If you make a song/s about her, she will express her gratitude by thanking you and secretly buying merch. She loves you lots :D

— MIU IRUMA

“Hah, you fuckin’ nerds wish you had an S/O like them!” Straight off the bat, she also tells people about your relationship. You try to tell her to calm down but ultimately fail because her own voice is too loud for her to even hear you. But, when you make it very clear that she doesn’t need to be so loud about it, Miu becomes a coward and backs down. “E-eek..! Alright, a-alright! Just quit staring at me like that..!”

People start flirting with you in public? Most likely gets smug about it. “The gorgeous girl genius never fails to catch a hot one!” Then proceeds to ramble on about the both of you, causing the person to quietly walk away, leaving you to listen to Miu’s rambles, unless you snap her out of it by hitting her head. “Miu! I’ve been calling your name for like, seven minutes!” “Gah!!”

She goes to your performances, and proudly states it to you. She sits at the front, and watches as you sing your heart out as people start cheering, and the next thing you know, she’s joined the crowd and is now loudly cheering, saying she loves you so much and that she wouldn’t give you up for anything.

[edited Miu’s part a little to make it fit her canon personality more.]

#Request Completed!#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #triggerhappyhavoc #killing harmony #Sayaka Maizono #sayaka maizono x reader #Celestia Ludenberg #celestia ludenburg x reader #Miu Iruma #miu iruma x reader #v3 #dr1

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rwrights · 3 years

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WE'LL BE OKAY - NAT.

summary : nat and you never got along. reasons still unknown, but it was affecting the whole team. steve assigns you both to a mission, with natasha acting harshly. she said something to you before heading off. she got in your head and the aftermath wasn't so pretty.

contents : angst (??) / fluff

warnings : mentions of blood, guns, bullying, cursing and just occasional marvel fight scenes.

NOT PROOFREAD. a/n : my first fic aaaahhh !! i was inspired by a lot of similar fics like this, but mostly by this WANDA FIC WRITTEN BY @/maximons - i suggest you give it a read BCS ITS SO GOOD ARRGH <3

you don’t know how the feud started between you and natasha. you couldn’t tell if it was because of your age or because you were new.

you had quite an age gap with the former assassin, being a striking 24 years old, but according to the russian - you might as well have been 12 years of age.

unlike most of the avengers, you had a decent childhood. it wasn’t filled with trauma, and death, and basically what some of them unfortunately went through. you grew up in the suburbs with your mum and two older siblings. you got all the toys you wanted and everyone loved you! because of that, you were always polite and cheery - it’s what made people like you. you were funny and usually managed to put a smile on people faces ; usually.

natasha found your positivity irking and unnatural. how could someone be so, happy? she felt as if you were shitting rainbows down her throat, and god, did she hate it. how could someone like you even have the guts to be an avenger?

she enjoyed picking fights with you out of nowhere, and as fun as it was at first - the hostility only progressed and became a disruption to the whole team, including you. you tried your best to really become friends with natasha - or at least be civil with her. but the more effort you made, the worse she treated you. all you wanted to do was make it a little easier for the team, you all have enough crap to put up with and the quarreling between the both of you was definitely not needed.

─── donk.

“nat! y/n! conference room one, now!” steve’s loud voice called out through the speakers placed throughout the compound.

you set your book aside before running down to the conference room as you were told. you walked passed natasha, already giving you a sharp glare from afar. she adjusted her speed and basically ran to where away from you. you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at her as you trailed behind.

you entered the room, greeting everyone politely before sitting down next to wanda, who saved a space for you.

“alright, now that we’re all here..” cap began, walking around the table where you were all sat. “we’ve got a mission for two of you,”

“did you call us here to compete for it? because i am so getting this mission.” natasha stated, pointing at everyone as if she was threatening them. “uh, no.. not exactly. we’ve already assigned the mission to two of you..”

“who?” she asked, wanting to leave the compound immediately and get some action (not the peepee way).

“you and y/n,”

hearing your name, you just froze. you couldn’t help but stare at steve as if he was out of his mind.

“what?!” natasha squeaked. “i’m sorry, but there is no way i’m going with her. it’s probably best if i go on my own!”

“that’s just mean..” you replied quietly, in your seat. you weren’t in the mood to argue, so you tried to contribute as little as possible into this conversation. “cap, if natasha doesn’t want to do the mission with me, i’m totally fine with sitting this one out.”

“oh, don’t suck up and use your y/n reverse psychology on this. it’s not gonna work,” she spat, obviously mad about the whole situation. “nat, i’m being serious. i know how much you’ve been dying to go out, so please. just take it.”

“no, y/n, you’re going with nat. we’ve decided this already.” steve stepped in, trying his best to set his foot down. “steve, i think you know this isn’t going to happen.” natasha glared.

“you either go together or y/n takes someone else.”

“steve! i swear i’m fine!” you argued, seeing how natasha’s ears were practically steaming from anger. “i-”

“no, you know what? fine. enjoy your mission, y/l/n.” she growled as she stormed out of the room. you couldn’t do anything but watch as she slammed the door shut. as much as you wanted to chase after her, you and everyone else in the room knew you’d probably make the situation a thousand times worse for natasha. you sighed and slammed your head on the table in exhaustion.

“we’re sorry, y/n. we thought her need for a mission would make her say yes even with the partnership.” bucky said from the other side of the room. your head shot up almost as quickly as you blinked. “what do you mean?”

“we thought sending you two on a mission together could… make the arguing stop - even by a little.” steve explained, sighing. you laughed at them, did they really think that would work? did they know the obstacles you went through to try to get on her good side? your first few weeks were HELL because of it.

“it’s alright.. clint? what do ya say?”

“always up for a mission, y/l/n.” he smiled, giving you a fistbump.

─── donk.

clint knocked on natasha’s door after the meeting. “nat? it’s me,” he called, nat opening the door a few seconds after.

“can you believe them? they know how much i dislike her and they’d send me on a mission with her? Bozhe mo! (oh my god!)”

“nat, y/n is awesome. it’s been months, it’s getting tiring.”

“oh, please. it took forever to get any of you guys to trust me. doesn’t mean it has to be the same with her.”

“nat, she’s a kid!”

“ugh, don’t say it like that. it makes my thoughts uneasy..” nat replied, mock-gagging. clint glared at her as he playfully shoved her. “you’re so stupid.”

“and oh, i’m going on the mission with her.”

“wait what?! but you’re my best friend, why would you take it!” she exclaimed. “i never say no to a mission, nat. you and i both know that. i thought you did, too.”

“i would’ve taken it, but.. no! i’m not losing this fight.” she huffed as she fell on the bed. “turn the tv on, i need to distract myself.”

he did as he was told and decided to stay and watch with her until dinner.

─── donk.

it was the day of your mission and you were making your way to the hangar. to your surprise, you saw natasha waiting there. you smiled at her only to receive another sharp glare. yeah, what a surprise. you looked away and decided to wait for clint.

not long after he arrived and said his goodbyes to natasha, just as you were going to aboard the ship, she grabbed your wrist and whispered in your ear.

“you’re gonna trip and get yourself shot, y/l/n.”

“what the hell? i’ve barely left and you’re already telling me i’m gonna fuck up?” you retorted, angrily. you weren’t in the right state to panic or stress. especially not before you were leaving. “have fun, y/n.” she smiled, dripping in faux kindness.

you followed clint onto the ship and couldn’t help but shake in fear. great, now you were worried. you didn’t want to fuck up. you weren’t planning to.

“you’ll be okay, y/l/n. i’ve got your back.” clint reassured, seeing the panic clouding on your face.

“thank you..” you mumbled, but natasha’s words never left your head.

─── donk.

“something seems off, clint.” you whispered, looking around and keeping your guard up. “i agree, y/l/n. it’s too quiet.. too easy.” he replied.

just as you were going to reply, someone charged at you from behind, getting a hold of your throat. by instinct, you kicked his shin and flipped him around. “clint!” you called out as you knocked your attacker out.

suddenly, groups of people were coming towards you - fully armed. “clint!” you screamed, pulling your gun out and shooting as many of them as you could. “shit!”

“y/n, it’s a trap!” clint finally replied, making you roll your eyes as you threw your fist at a guy’s temple. “yes, clint, i’m aware!”

“keep your guard up, y/l/n. you can do this!”

“there’s-” kick. “too many-” elbow. “of them!” shoot.

“try to hold out for as long as possible! i’m on my way,”

you looked up to see more men charging at you. “ah fuck,”

you grabbed one of the guns from the guys you managed to knock out and aimed. “clint, i can shoot right?” you asked for permission, not knowing if you were supposed to kill them or just simply knock them out.

“yes, y/n. you can shoot.”

“thank you!”

you silently thanked god for the gun you chose and started shooting at the guards. you quickly threw it away as they ran out of bullets and grabbed two pistols and continued to run and shoot away.

as you focused on getting a certain guard, one of them slid under you, quite literally slipping you off your feet - probably making you twist your ankle, giving one of them an opportunity to get a clean shot of your thigh.

the bullet went through your thigh, making you scream in pain. “fuck!” you shot back at him immediately and slid up onto the wall.

well great, another thing natasha was right about.

“y/n?!” clint called, hearing you scream. the worry in his voice was evident, it managed to make you smile for a second until you dodged another bullet.

“i’m okay!”

no, you weren’t. you could barely stand with your fucked up ankle and the hole in your thigh, but you continued to shoot and fight.

“just.. hurry up, please!”

you used your bad leg to kick a guy down and use him as a ledge. you cursed as you ran out of bullets. there were guns scattered across the floor, thanks to you. you just grabbed the nearest ones and looked back up.

as quickly as you did, a shot went through your shoulder and your abdomen. “gah fuck!” you collapsed on the floor as you tried to control the bleeding. you got up for a second to shoot back at the closest people and went back down. “clint, hurry up!” the pain was too much, the bleeding wouldn’t stop and your ankle looked like a fucking bean. you started to get nauseous, but tried your best to stay up.

“i’m here!” he yelled as he aimed at a few people in front of him. he ran towards you, finally seeing your state. “oh my god!” he kneeled down, putting pressure on your wounds to help with the bleeding, but the blood just kept seeping through “you just said you were okay, idiot!”

“i know, i didn’t want to worry you..” you mumbled. “no, no! y/n, you have to stay awake. come on!” he picked you up and started running away to go back to the ship. “you’re okay, y/n. tell me you’re okay right now.”

“i’m okay.. i’m okay, clint.”

“yeah, yeah, you are.”

you tried making it to the ship, but you were already so tired. “i’m gonna nap, clint..” you said before passing out.

─── donk.

clint alerted steve about you right when you passed out. they were rushing you out to the med bay to perform surgery on your injuries.

“she told me she was okay, steve. i thought she was okay!” clint screamed, he blamed himself for what happened to you. only if he arrived a few seconds before. you wouldn’t have been in the situation you’re in now.

“no, no. this isn’t your fault. neither is it hers, it happens, okay? we put ourselves at risk every time we step out of here. y/n was brave, alright?

wanda rushed down to the medbay, reaching for the door before pulling her back. “wanda, we have to let dr cho do her job right now. she’ll be okay.. y/n will be okay.”

she cried into steve’s shoulder - her best friend was being operated on. you were being operated on! the thought of you getting hurt never crossed her mind because she knew you were strong.

the team soon heard about the incident and let their worries out, obviously caring about you. natasha was confused about the whole hassle.

“vision!” she called out. he turned around and walked towards natasha. “how may i help you?”

“what’s the hassle about? everyone keeps whispering,”

“mr barton and ms y/l/n have returned from their mission, but ms y/l/n has suffered some major injuries and has been in surgery for about an hour now-”

hearing that, she sped to the medbay, thanking vision quickly. she saw wanda, steve and clint waiting around. “no, no, where is she?!” she yelled, making the three of them look at her in shock. “she’s still in-”

she tried running into the room like wanda did, getting pulled back by steve. “natasha, we have to let dr. cho do her job.”

“i need to see her!” she exclaimed, not being able to breathe. “what happened to her? what major injuries?!” she demanded.

“broken ankle, shot through her thigh, shoulder and abdomen..” clint recited, looking down at his feet. “where were you!? how could you let this happen?!” she roared, genuinely shocking them.

why did she suddenly care about you? well, yes, you suffered major injuries, but why was she getting mad?

“natasha! enough!” steve scolded. “this isn’t clint’s fault, and you know it.” he said, sternly. she didn’t reply as she panted. wanda held her hand as support, needing it for herself as well.

─── donk.

an hour later, dr. cho finally walked out of the room. everyone stood up in eagerness.

“is she okay?” steve asked, immediately.

“y/n suffered major blood loss, but we are lucky none of the three bullets hit any major arteries. she has also quite definitely broken her ankle, so i’m putting her on bedrest for at least 6 weeks until you get her up and going again.”

“main point, yes. y/n is okay.”

a smile broke out in all of their faces. “thank you, doc!”

“you may see her now, but she hasn’t woken up yet. don’t be too loud.”

they all walked into your room and stood beside your bed. “she looks so peaceful,”

“she definitely looks better right now than earlier,” clint joked, earning a soft laugh from the three of them. they stood by you for a while until natasha spoke up.

“um.. could- could i be the one who stays with her until she wakes up?”

they looked at the red head in surprise, “are you sure, nat?” steve asked.

“yeah.. i just want to be here.”

“alright,” they smiled softly at her before leaving.

she held your hand and stayed with you, waiting for you to wake up. it took for a while so she managed to fall asleep, holding your hand.

you slowly started coming back, groaning from the late pain you experienced. natasha jumped in shock and saw that you were awake.

“you’re awake!” she whispered, making you turn to her. “natasha? what’s happening?”

“you passed out during your mission. i know i told you you’d slip and get shot.. but i didn’t actually mean slip and get shot, idiot!” she scolded, flicking your forehead. “gah! it was an accident, i was doing fine,”

“no, you have three holes in your body. and not the good ones,”

“nat??” you replied, shocked. “did you just joke around with me?”

“no..”

“you’re holding my hand.. what did they bribe you with?” you asked, quickly getting suspicious. you tried pulling your hand away, but she only held onto you tighter. “nothing! i.. i volunteered. ask steve and wanda! and clint!” she replied, defending herself quickly.

“well, if you volunteered.. what do you want from me? i’m not gonna be leaving the compound for at least 2 months, so you can have all my missions-”

“no, y/n. truthfully, i just really want to apologize.”

“huh”

“i know i’ve made your first few weeks really hard and even after being here for months, i still managed to.. you know.. make it hard for you. in full honesty, i genuinely don’t know why i’ve been so horrible to you. i had a hard time opening up to people - and.. you were just so welcoming and i got scared. not an excuse for my actions, by the way! i was horrible and i’m so sorry.”

“thank you for your apology, i forgive you, nat.” you smiled, squeezing her hand. “i also.. have feelings for you.” natasha added, avoiding eye-contact with you. “you whAT?!”

“i-”

“i like you too! but are- are you serious?”

“yes, y/n… i like you. guess that’s why i was so defensive about.. literally everything.”

“nat.. thank you. for opening up to me. it genuinely means so much - especially after all this fucking time, you asshole.”

“are we okay now?” she asked, hopeful.

“yes, nat. we’re okay.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x reader #avengers au #marvel #black widow x reader #black widow

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han-shinsuke · 3 years

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[ 🔞 ] m a k i z e n i n x f e m r e a d e r [‼️]

Exaggeratingly speaking, you were almost beaten into a pulp, like really. Tore hands’ bandages, few cuts on your skin, and a long shallow gash on your neck. It was only the beginning, they said. The first step towards death. You weren’t born with combative skills so it has been an easy task for them to knock you out of the ring with a single hit. In addition to the sufferings you’ve been through today, the newly appointed head of the Zenin clan made you stood in the target pit. She aimed a high calibre gun to your direction, firing directly at you. She surely gave you a lifetime reminder that you were no match for any opponents. With the skills you have, you better stay hidden. It’s just a gash but you bleed pretty bad.

“Maki, withdrawn you from the selection.” Mai Zenin, Maki’s sister, breaks the news for you. As expected, Maki decides everything for you. “She also relocated you to a new residence. You will be transferred tomorrow.”

Mai gives you a tap on your shoulder before leaving your room in the Zenin Household.

You touched the patch on your neck, stared at the ceiling and let out an exasperated sigh. Maki is clearly kicking you out of her life. You’re nothing but a cargo for her. You were no longer the teen she needed to look out for. You are on your own now. You must, at least, thank her for taking care of you when your parents died in a mission.

You packed your things first before heading out to talk to her privately. You banged her door, slid it open and jumped in as if nothing happened during the training today. She was already in her bed, holding a book, reading thoroughly between the pages.

“Maki!” you greeted cheerfully. As you should. She exhales tiredly, closing the book.

You sat on the end of her bed, back against her view. “What are you here for? I believe Mai have already told you.”

“She did told me. I’m just here to say thank you for all those years you spent with me. And also, I like you 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍, Maki. No matter how many times you tried to kick me out.”

You clutched on your chest and prevent the low whimper to escape your lips. So what if you shared the same gender? So what if she had undergone a surgery to remove her mammary gland. So what if she dated sophisticated women but never tried to gamble on you? Okay. You are not worth the risk. You are not her type.

“You said you’ll kill me if I end up liking you for real, about earlier, you purposely targeted me, right? You still remember what I said to you when I was eighteen, that I would ask you out. I’m twenty three now, so that was five years ago.” how come you still managed to laugh about it?

“And I’m seven years older than you, Y/N.” you turned to her. She was leaning her back on the headboard while staring at you.

“You care so much about numbers, Maki!” you pouted your lips and turned your back on her. Gah! You were screaming internally! Maki’s pixie haircut suited her well! “I would be really glad if you at least fuck me, ma’am before I leave for tomorrow.” You were supposed to keep those thoughts to yourself but you happened to say it loud.

“What the fuck, Y/N?!” you were startled when her voice boomed.

You raised from where you were seated, laughed maniacally and gave her a peace sign. “Oops! Sorry, Maki!” you were about to walk out but she stopped you.

“Fine. Come here.” She removed her eyeglasses. In a very fuckingly seductive manner! “come sit on my lap.” Also removed the warm comforter covering her lower body.

“You are so pretty, Maki!” you exclaimed before jumping on her like a kid you once were. She’s wearing a matching black pajama and damn! Zenin looks much prettier at close range!

“Do you even know how to kiss?” she’s not blinking while her hands are groping your sides.

You clapped on her face then told her about the guys you kissed before. “But I know you can kiss better than those men, Maki.” You leaned to her, brushing your lips against hers.

“I didn’t know you desire me this bad, Y/N.” a lustful look before the kiss you have been waiting for.

You held onto her shoulders, tilting your head paralleled to her. You were higher than her this time so you were in control of the kiss. You caved in her lips inside your mouth. Flexing what you have learned from your previous flings. Maki groaned in your mouth. Gripping your waist ever tightly than before. She tastes mint with a hint of sweetness. You opened your mouth a bit wider when Maki tried initiating a different pace. Her hands left your waist. It crawled inside your shirt, cupping your small breasts as soon as she dominates over the kiss.

“Maki~” you breathed helplessly when she latch on your neck. Licking a certain spot up and down. Her hands are not leaving your bosoms, in particular, your erected nipplesx she keeps pinching and tugging. “Aahh, shit, Maki!” you stopped her face first dipping comfortably on your neck before turning to her hands that seems enjoying it stay on your chest.

“What?” she asked against your lips.

“I would love to feel your skin on me. Can we get naked now?” you breathed again. What a desperate shit you are?

“Okay,” she laughed. Rolling you off your shell. Maki unbuttoned her pajama tops after you got naked on her lap.

The heat have risen to another level so you found yourself humping on her lap while she was basically devouring your titsx.

“Gosh, Maki! Bite me again please aah!” you lifted your body and pushed more of yourself to her hot mouth. Maki started sucking and biting you loudly and you moaned loudly as well.

You felt so fucking hot when her saliva drip down from your chest down to your navel. She’s creating a real mess out of you. And you fucking love it.

When she’s done painting your chest with her spittles, Maki went back to your lips, kissing you torridly. You protruded your tongue inside her mouth and she sucked it so good that you started sneaking a hand inside her panty to feel her wetness. Maki gasped from your boldness but she didn’t stop kissing you. You smiled against her lips before sliding your thumb between her slit. It’s your turn to gasp, you even moaned from how slick she felt on your touch.

“Y/N, stop torturing yourself.” said Maki as she pulled your hand out of her undergarments.

Before you could ask, Maki carried you in her arms towards the round table near the glass wall of her room. No one’s gonna see what you two were doing since the space from the other side are nothing but plants and flowers.

Maki put you atop of the table, spreading your legs apart. She can see how wet you were for her so she excitedly kneel down on the floor to lick your leaking folds.

“More, Maki~ more please~” you were deliriously squirming on the table when she started lapping you there, sucking your clitx loudly, popping a finger in and out of your tight anusx.

In just a minute, you drenched the table with your thick arousal but Maki didn’t stop rubbing her mouth on your heat. She kept doing her job. Giving your other lips frenchy that made you moan shit and that.

You were almost there when she stop licking you. You snapped at her.

“Fuck, Maki! Why?!” she just laughed.

“You, slut, spread your legs for me.” you followed her orders and spread wide for her while removing the last piece of cloth on her body.

Good thing that the round table can accommodate two people at the same so when she join you and hover her lower body on you to attach to your leaking lips, you worried yourself on how she would rock you in a very limited space.

But that’s Maki Zenin. She’s resourceful and skillfully talented.

In the end, you heard yourself moaning and crying her name from how well she grind and bump her cunt on yours like it’s nothing.

“Fuck, Y/N! You’re fucking dripping aahh!”

“More, Maki~ I’m near my peak aaahh~”

You helped yourself and mimicked her hips. You rubbed your cunt faster than her, grinding your drenched folds against her creaming ones. Maki breathed heavily and levelled with your pace and needy pumps. Rocking you harder and faster until you two come undone.

Maki kissed you on your lips and played with your titsx as she finished her loads. She went down from the tabletop and took something from her cabinet.

She adhered it near your convulsing body and it stands hard and proud.

Maki returned to her bed and smiled wickedly.

“Ride that thing, Y/N. You’ll look good on it.”

“Yes, ma’am.” your only reply before sitting your cunt around the long and thick dildo that Maki told you to ride.

On your last night in their residence, Maki made you ride it before fucking you again with it.

It may be your last night in the Zenin Household but not the last time you’d be crying her name from intense pleasure.

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