#*slams fist on desk in tears* they should’ve been endgame…..

[yawning-thylacine]

Kion & Jasiri — The Lion Guard

[deowritessometimes]

The Last Sparks

Summary: After the events of Infinity War, The Reader and Thor attempted to mend their past to no avail. They’re in the Endgame now

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Warning: Reader’s death.

Extra(s): This is the Part Two to my previous Thor fic: The Last Roses

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“So...You need me to be there... Why?” You’d spoken, eyebrow arched and keeping eye contact with Steve and Natasha.

“Well as acting director of S.H.I.E.L.D., we figured that you’d want to be there. To oversee this.” Natasha spoke.

They’d just finished explaining the plan that they had. To pull off some sort of time heist. All that after barging into the headquarters and demanding to speak to whoever was in charge.

“It all sounds like some shit from out of a comic book. Again, what do I need to be there for.”

“Some shit out of a comic book? You’ve fucked a god before, Y/n. How’s that for some shit out of a comic book.” Natasha crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently.

“It sounds like I should grab my coat.” You stood from your desk, cheeks burning red.

This is how you found yourself sitting in the back of a pickup truck with Professor Hulk and some sort of Talking Raccoon. The two of you were on the way to New Asgard. From what you could tell it was somewhere in Norway.

The ride up there had you thinking back to the day that you last saw Thor.

You’d had one of the best nights of sleep of your entire career. Arms wrapped around the only boyfriend you’d ever had. The term having been used loosely, given the on-again-off-again nature of the relationship.

There was never really any other reason why the two of you separated so often except that the two of you had conflicting schedules for the most part. It gets kind of hard trying to schedule dates and meetups when there’s always some sort of crisis. Whether it was on earth or on a completely different planet entirely. It didn’t exactly help that you couldn’t go with him to Asgard.

A groan came from your lips. Expecting a grumble or a shuffle in response, instead, you received silence. Opening your eyes, there was a bundle of sheets where the God should’ve been.

“I don’t know why I expected it to be different this time.” You spoke aloud to no one in particular. With a sigh, you’d rolled out of bed and entered the kitchen, the first thing you had noticed was the missing vase.

In place of the said vase was a crudely written note.

‘ Dear, Y/n

I’m needed elsewhere.

Thor. ’

Some note. You scoffed at the words and rolled your eyes. The nerve of that man.

You’d prepared your breakfast and waited for the entire day for the god to return. Hopefully, the two of you could finally bunker down somewhere and actually start a relationship.

But he never came back. Not for the entire five years.

On the ride up there you saw the most beautiful field of flowers. It spanned for miles. “Hey, Banner. Watch this.” You smiled as you grabbed the smallest pebble, and threw it into the field.

Just as you expected, it exploded out into a brilliance of colors.

“Woah... I’ve never seen anything like that in my life. Where did they...”

“They’re native to Asgard. We’re close.” You cut him off, sighing softly and staring off into the field

“You sure it’s a good idea to bring him? I heard that he and Thor had a rocky past.” Rocket asked, being cautious enough to whisper.

“What? No, Y/n and Thor are perfect for each other,” Bruce waved his larger hand. “I’m sure they’ll be happy to see each other again.”

Ten minutes later, you were standing in the little fishing town of Tønsberg New Asgard.

“Valkyrie!” Banner exclaimed happily.

The woman looked at You and Rocket briefly before greeting the green giant.

You had different plans. This was supposed to be, by no means, a get-together. You crossed your arms and with a huff, you waited for the two to catch up.

After all, if it was indeed a working time machine, then what’s the rush?

“He’s over there. He only comes out for his... refills.” Valkyrie gestured to the large building behind her and to the large brown barrels and boxes labeled BEER

“So what? He’s an alcoholic now?” You scoffed, counting the pile of boxes. “I thought you guys couldn’t get drunk off of Midgardian alcohol.”

“So did I, until he started buying them by the barrel.” Valkyrie shrugged, going back to whatever she was doing.

You took this as your cue to leave the three behind, being the first to enter the man cave of a building. You cringed at the stench in the place.

“Jesus... smells like something died in here.” Rocket murmured, cringing as well.

You traversed through the narrow hallway, careful not to tip over the mountain of beer.

“Thor!?” Banner yelled, his voice echoing through the home.

“Are you here about the cable?” The very changed man hadn’t even bothered to see who it was, just gesturing to the black box. “It’s been out for days now...”

“Hold on just a second. Did you just ask if we’re here to fix your damn cable?” You’d asked incredulously.

“oh... Y/n!,” Thor finally turned to see who it was that entered his home. “And you brought the boys! How have you guys been?” He went over and motioned to hug you.

You’d pushed his chest back. “Don’t fucking hug me. Is this what you've been doing that was so damn important that you couldn’t even wait to tell me?”

“Okay... maybe it wasn’t a good idea to bring him.” Banner whispered to Rocket, watching as you began to scold the god.

Thor seemed to wince as you ranted and embarrassed him in front of his friends. “And what the hell is that smell? Did something die in here?”

“Y/n... I can explain... Just calm down a second.” Thor smiled, taking you over to the couch and placing you between Korg and Miek. “Why don’t we talk about it over a beer...hopefully, you’re not in a rush?” The god proceeded to open the bottle with Storm Breaker, the weapon sitting by the television.

“Well, that depends on what you think a rush is...” Rocket started, mumbling to himself. Though, his voice was drowned out by your much louder tone.

“Don’t tell me to calm down. I get to be mad at you.” Your voice jumped a few octaves as you rose from your seat. “You left me for five years. Five fucking years”

“I understand that Y/n, but I-”

“No, I understand why you did it.” You’d cut him off again. “What I’m mad about is the fact that not once did you come back to check on me. Not once did you see how I was doing or try to explain what was happening with me.” Y/n paced back and forth, cracking their knuckles.

“Y/n... I-” Thor started, licking his lips and shifting in his seat.

You took a deep breath, “This is not the time nor the place for this...” You glanced at Bruce, knowing he could probably explain things much better than you could.

Taking the hint, he stepped up and cleared his throat. “We didn’t come here to catch up, Thor, we have a way to undo what Thanos did...”

“Don’t... say that name.” Thor stood, grabbing a fistful of Banner’s shirt.

-

Soon, you found yourself standing in the avengers compound. Everyone stood in front of you, wearing their red and white suits together.

“So... you guys mean to tell me that all I have to do is press this button twice?” You asked, watching them go up to the platform.

“Well, yeah but its also it’s not that simple. You quite possibly have the most important job. You press the button once. Wait ten seconds Then bring us back by pressing the button again.” Tony explained. “You see, we need you here because...”

Your eyes wandered up to the stage, finding Thor’s own. The exchange lasted only a few seconds before you faded back into the conversation.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Stark.” You slammed your hand down on the button, watching them disappear.

You’d waited ten seconds and then brought them back.

“Welcome back. I trust you hand an enjoyable trip down memory lane?” You smiled, bounding up the stairs to greet them.

The thudding of Clint’s knees against the glass floor would never be forgotten. Nor the tears that were spilled. Not even the rage that festered and boiled.

You’d been the first to leave after the news came. Clearing your throat, you broke the somber silence. “I’ve got to go do something.”

You’d quickly left, finding some random room to cry in.

The tears raced down your cheeks the minute you were out of sight. ‘This wasn’t the time to cry’ you would tell yourself. You had to pull yourself together. Though you said this, you still found yourself unable to get up from the bed.

A soft knock on the door.

“Hey,” Thor said, running a hand through his locks. He hadn’t known what to say. Especially since he knew that you weren’t okay. “I’m, uh, still worthy.” He smiled briefly, twirling the hammer in his hand.

You’d sat up to look him, though, after your initial glance, you couldn’t bring your gaze back up to meet his eyes. You’d barely managed to look at the hammer in his hand. “That’s good. At least you’re still the King of Asgard. Y’know, like officially.” You’d sniffled, wiping your face before looking up to meet the 

“I think this would be the perfect time to explain myself... Hm?” Thor forced a smile, before letting his face fall.

“This should be good...” His words brought your eyes racing to meet his own heterochromic ones. 

“Well, I guess, to begin with... I never actually forgot about you... I know it sounds bad, but I’m mad that I didn’t forget. It would have made staying away easier for me..” Thor looked down at the hammer in his hand and twirled it absentmindedly. “I needed to move on... I still need to move on. I have to be what I was supposed to be. The King of Asgard and God of thunder.” 

Thor suddenly ceased the motion, the twirling stopping. He’d gripped the handle so hard that his knuckles whitened. You were sure that if it was Storm Breaker in his hands instead, the war ax would have snapped under the pressure. “I tried so hard... but every time I close my eyes, I see him. I see him with my brother’s lifeless body in his hands and sitting on his throne of corpses, laughing. Sitting atop all of the lives that he’s taken and laughing down at the man who let him do it.” 

“Thor... It’s not yo-”

“All I see is how I failed in the past. The bodies of Heimdall and the rest of my people...” At this point, his voice began to croak and crumble... “And then I start to how I might fail in the future... I see him on his throne, stepping and sitting on the bodies of my comrades. Then he stands and grabs you by the throat and makes me beg for your life as he squeezes your last breath from your body.” Thor spoke it all within one breath. He gasped with a brief pause, eyebrows drawing together.

“I... I can’t let him have you...” Thor looked up at you for the first time, eyes glassy and pink. “I won't let him have you," Thor bellowed, eyes cast back downward. "Not like everything else I love." He whispered the last bit.

You couldn’t help but furrow your brows in both confusion and disbelief. “Thor I can take care of mysel-” You placed a tender hand on top of his.

Thor wiped his nose on his fingerless glove before sniffling. “I’ve made up my mind Y/n. There’s nothing you could say to change it.” Thor stood and walked towards the door. “The gauntlet is almost ready. You should be there when it happens.” Thor left without so much as another glance.

It took a second for the SHIELD agent to recollect himself, from both the passive dumping of his on-again-off-again boyfriend and the death of his beloved friend.

You seemed to have walked in on the right moment because the most important question had been thrown into the air. 

“Who is gonna put it on?” The talking raccoon asked.

“I’ll do it.” Thor jumped at the opportunity to do the honors, taking long strides towards the glove.

“Woah, Woah, Woah, Point Break. Slow down a bit... We’re talking about enough power to annihilate the entire universe here. Do you really think that it’s the best idea for you to handle it?” Tony stepped in, pressing a firm hand into Thor’s chest. 

“Obviously, I’m the strongest avenger. Anyone else would die.” He insisted, grumbling. “Just standing here isn’t going to fix anything. Just let me do it!” He hissed.

Everyone stood dumbfounded at the pleading tone that made its way into the room and the only thing that stopped him was your tenderly placed hand on his shoulder. 

He stepped away and allowed Banner to take the glove without any objection.

“Everyone ready?” Banner asked, ready to slip on the gauntlet and before everyone’s silent confirmations, those with power began protecting those without. 

You and Clint stepped behind Tony and his Nano-tech shield while Thor stepped in front of the Raccoon. Ant-Man and his suit. Rhodey and his. Cap and his shield. 

Professor Hulk nearly had the gauntlet on until Thor spoke up. “Wait, wait wait wait...” He hissed.

Everyone let out the breath they’d been holding. 

“What is it, Thor?” Banner asked impatiently, starting to sweat

“Y/n, come over here and stand behind me....” He spoke, waving you over.

“You cannot be serious right now.” You hissed. 

“I am. Now hurry up so we can get on with it.” Thor snapped back.

The burning of your cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by the group, however, you did as requested by the god. “Fine.” You huffed, now standing behind the man. 

“Banner. Do your thing.” At your queue, Bruce slid the gauntlet onto his hand.

The damage was done immediately, as the fibers of the man’s clothing were singed by the overwhelming power of the stones. You watched as colorful streams of power surged through his arm and to his neck, bringing the man to his knees. He grunted, trying to focus on his objective.

“Are you alright?” You questioned at the same time that Thor began shouting for the man to take off the damned thing before it caused too much damage to his arm.

“Take it off, take it off!” The man in front of you hissed, in fear for his friend.

Nevertheless, Bruce powered through the pain, managing to snap his fingers before his hulking form fell to the floor with a thud. He was quickly surrounded to be tended to.

“Did... Did it work?” You dared to question, though, your confirms were solidified by a phone call from Nick Fury. 

You placed a tender hand on Thor’s back, stepping out from behind your godly shield to take your call. 

Stepping into the corridor, you put the phone to your ear. Before you could get a greeting out, the ceiling caved in all around you.

Thor found himself pushing the heavy remnants of a ceiling off of himself and Steve, both of them looking out onto the newly flattened landscape, as well as the gigantic warship hanging in the sky above them, threatening to launch another devastating attack."Thank you, Thor..." Steven murmured, clambering to his own two feet. "Is everyone okay?" He spoke through the coms.

"Y/n... Where's Y/n?" Thor yelled, racing off to find you.

You came to surrounded by rubble all around you. When you tried to stand, you found that you couldn’t because of the debris that pinned you to the ground.

Trying your hardest to push away the rubble that was laid across your lower body, your face scrunched up in pain. Your eyes brimmed with tears as you tried and tried to free yourself. "Come on... Please!" You shouted to yourself before Thor landed nearby.

"Y/n!" Thor shouted, running over and taking quick note of your condition before crouching and attempting to lift the beams. "Hold on!"

With a grunt, he slowly started to lift the concrete. Until it snapped, most of it falling back down onto your body, making you cry out in anguish, the tears now flowing freely. "Fuck!"

He'd quickly dropped the large obstruction and stepped away, getting more and more distressed by the second. "No... no, no, no..." He repeated, crouching down and taking your hand between his two. "I-I'll have Banner come help you. Yeah... that'll work."

The second his hand tried to slip out from yours, you gripped his harder.  "Thor... Just leave me here and focus on Thanos right now." You squinted through the pain and forced a smile. "Kill the bastard and then come back, yeah?" 

Thor adverted his eyes, contemplating your words before turning back and mouthing something. He kissed your forehead and ran off towards the fight. 

You watched his figure clamber to a stand before fleeing to the battle. It was then that it became apparent that your blood was pooling underneath your body. A cold shiver ran through your body, taking one final look at his bright red cape before everything dissolved into darkness.

[mactuna]

ᘻᖻ ᕵᕲ᙭101 ᕵᓰᑢᖽᐸS ᖇᘿᗩᑢᖶ!!

↠ summary: basically, how my top11 pdx101 picks would react to you getting hit on and 100% in ABSOLUTELY NO PARTICULAR ORDER!!!

↠ starring: kim sihoon, song hyeongjun, son dongpyo, ham wonjin, lee taeseung, choi suhwan, kim yohan, hidaka mahiro, kang seokhwa, wei zi yue, kim wooseok

𝒦𝒾𝓂 𝒮𝒾𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓃

You and Sihoon had been taking out your little brothers out to the arcade to just relax for a bit. But then, he had to go pee really badly, leaving you to watch the boys play Just Dance. Not even five seconds later once he was gone, a tall-looking guy appeared from literal nowhere.

"Hello, beautiful lady! My name's Eunsang. Care to tell me yours?"

"No. Goodbye."

Rolling your eyes, you diverted your attention back to your little brother, who was currently losing pretty badly to Sihoon's brother. To your annoyance, Eunsang moved again to block your view. Freaking stupidhead was obviously clueless on how to take a card of rejection.

"Not until I get your name, pretty lady."

"You are so-"

"ANNOYING!!! GET AWAY FROM MY SISTER!!"

Trying not to laugh, you let your six-year-old brother be your knight in shining armor, with his arms folded across his chest and frown on.

"I would just like your sister's name, little dude."

"I don't think she likes you very much."

"And I 100% do not approve."

Sihoon's brother joined in on the fun too, threatening to break your stoic facade.

"I think you should listen to them, dude."

Smiling at the familiar voice, you eased into the comfort of Sihoon's arm around your waist, looking up at his pouty face. Rolling his eyes, he pecked your lips before waving the other guy away. Who finally took the hint to scram. Once he was gone, you let out your giggles as the three boys hugged you tightly. Sihoon grinned, kissing your forehead.

"The other stupudhead boys won't ever get you while I'm still around!"

Laughing, you kissed the tops of their three heads.

"Glad to know I have three knights to protect me then."

𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝔂𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓾𝓷

For the love of all things good in the world, all you had wanted was to get your ice cream in peace today. Was the world against you? 200% yes. Which is why you and Hyeongjun awkwardly stood in front of the cashier lady, who would not stop ranting about pretty you were and how much she would love to kiss you. The worst part was that you were both still minors so you couldn’t physically leave until she dismissed you. And there wasn’t anyone in line behind you guys either. So essentially you were doomed. But as the lady just kept on talking, you felt Hyeongjun’s grip of your hand slowly getting tighter and tighter. Looking out of the corner of your eye, you saw his lip beginning to stick out in an angry pout. Until finally, he took a deep breath to get all the oxygen necessary to counter the lady with his speech. With his dialect.

“Excuse me, ma’am? Please stop talking about my girlfriend like that, because it’s making us feel super uncomfortable. And as her boyfriend, I really, really don’t appreciate someone else talking about kissing her. Ok so, bye!”

Grabbing your hand, Hyeongjun basically dragged out the door and all the way to the park.

“Hyeongjun? Are-”

Falling onto the bench, he sat there breathing hard and looking stunned.

“Oh my god that was so scary. Oh, what we going to do?!! Did I seem manly?? Oh my god she was so weird… But that was so scary!”

Laughing, you hugged him tightly. Your poor baby looked like he was about to cry from being stressed about being manly enough to scare the weird lady away. Leaning closer to you, he kissed the side of your head and smiled with your next words.

“Yes Hyeongjunnie, you were very manly.”

“Phew!”

𝓢𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓹𝔂𝓸

“Son Dongpyo?”

The nurse called out, scanning the room for the boy. Nudging him with you shoulder, you shook him awake gently.

“Pyo, it’s your turn to get checked out by the doctor.”

He woke up, looking super dazed and confused.

“Huh? What? Okay.”

Trudging forward, he disappeared behind the door, but not without a little wave.

“Don’t leave without me, okay? I won’t take too long!”

“Okay!”

With a soft sigh, you made your way to the espresso machine. You were in dire need of one since it was finals week. You were supposed to be studying at home, but Dongpyo was afraid of going to the doctor’s alone, so you had agreed to go with him. You were adding the condensed milk when a voice startled you.

“Hey, wanna make me a cup too?”

Turning around, you saw a boy that literally looked like a mix of literally all the visuals of all the idol groups that you could shink of, stood, looking blank minus the spark of hope in his eyes.

“Can I help you?”

“Um, I just wanted to get a cup of coffee. Sorry about that…”

“No worries! I’m Y/N. And you are?”

“Kim Mingyu. Thanks!”

“So what brings you here?”

“Oh, um, I came to drop off my sister’s lunch since she forgot it at home.”

You were surprised, to say the least. Because you knew that your brother would rather let you starve than make the 15-minute drive to drop it off. But before you could reply, you were snatched away, nearly dropping your beloved espresso in the process.

“Son Dongpyo! What the heck do you think you’re doing?!”

You glared at him, but his bear-like back hug wasn’t loosening anytime soon. The stupidhead wasn’t even looking at you, but was glaring at the confused boy in front of you.

“Ah, my mistake. Sorry about that! I’ll be going now…”

He quickly left for the other side of the waiting room, red in the face, while Dongpyo went to check himself out at the front desk. Tapping your feet impatiently, you waited until he finished before dragging him outside to talk to in a quieter hallway.

“Dongpyo, look at me and tell me what that was all about.”

He sighed, exasperated at your obvious cluelessness.

“Did you not see the way he was looking at you?! How his hand was inching closer to yours?! How he kept checking the door to see if I had appeared?! Obviously not! You know, I really hate that you attract so many people.”

You just laughed, finally understanding the severity of the situation in Dongpyo’s eyes.

“Well, you’re the only one that I know of where the feeling is mutual.”

“GOOD!”

𝓗𝓪𝓶 𝓦𝓸𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷

Wiping your tears, you and Wonjin stumbled your way out of the movie theater.

“The ending was so good!! But now I’m also super sad about it…”

(A/N: btw the movie referred to is Avengers: Endgame)

Wonjin nodded, trying to pull himself together for both of your sakes. He hated that he cried super easily, but you just thought that it made him that much more human. It’s one of the many reasons why he had fallen for you in the first place: your ability to turn any negative thing into something 3000x more positive. But his thoughts were interrupted when three guys approached, all of them looking like models. The blonde one spoke up first.

“So me and my friends noticed you during that movie, and we were just wondering if you wanted to ditch your crybaby, loser boyfriend to come hang out with us?”

Wonjin held his breath, hands balled into fists, as he waited for your answer. What if you did ditch him? After all, you had three pretty boys gunning for you. He wouldn’t blame you at all.

“No.”

By the nature of their shock, it was easy to tell that these boys had never been rejected before. Rolling your eyes, you pecked Wonjin’s chin, which instinctly made him pull you closer.

“He’s more than I could have ever asked for, so I suggest that you three should leave before I call security.”

Taking the hint, the boys scoffed and sauntered away. As annoying as it was, they still looked like models in the process. But once they were gone, Wonjin’s protective instinct finally appeared.

“Oh gosh… are you ok?! I’m so sorry… I should’ve done move to help you. You shouldn’t have had to-”

Cutting him off, you pressed your lips to his gently.

“It’s the 21st century sweetheart. You don’t always have to be the one protecting me.”

“But it would be more reassuring....”

𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓣𝓪𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰

“Trick or treat!”

Laughing, you opened the door for your dinosaur boyfriend.

“Oh? Does Taeseungie want candy?”

“YES!”

Laughing, you threw the whole bag of candy at him. Every since fourth grade ended, the two of you had gotten too lazy to go trick-or-treating, so it was your tradition to give out candy eat it in the most extra costumes and share tea. Rolling his eyes, he plopped down onto the couch with arms wide open for you to lean into.

“So, what do you think about Yuna’s pregnancy?”

You nearly choked on your M&M’s when he mentioned her name. She was your cousin, who was temporarily staying with you and your parents until her parents returned from their business trip. And neither yours nor hers knew about the baby yet.

“Shh!! Keep your voice down! My parents don’t know yet. Let’s just call it… milkshake for now.”

“Okay…? So what do you think about the milkshake?”

“I think she was being stupid for getting the milkshake so soon after graduating high school. She hasn’t even picked a major yet, so how the heck is she gonna be a mom?!”

He just sighed, rubbing your arm.

“That’s what I thought, too. But then I realized that it was her own choice, so whether or not she regrets it is something she has to live with.”

Right then, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of trick-or-treaters. To your dismay, it was some college freshmen. Aka, the boys from Yuna’s grade. And you knew exactly which one out of the four of them had gotten her pregnant.

“Trick-or-treat baby doll. But I’d like to make a special request for you as my treat.”

“Get away from my house.”

“And what if I don’t?”

Before you could even reply, Taeseung was getting out of his dino suit and pushing you behind him, phone ready.

“Lay a finger on her and I’m calling the cops. Please leave while I’m still asking nicely.”

The other boys ran for it, leaving Seungwoo standing alone on your front porch.

“You little boyfriend won’t always be around to protect you, Y/N. You better watch your back.”

Once he had disappeared, you slammed the front door closed with a relieved sigh, collapsing into Taeseung’s waiting arms.

“Don’t worry Y/N. I won’t ever leave you.”

Seeing him smile so gently at you made it hard believe the sheer amount of rage that you knew lay hidden behind it.

𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓾𝓱𝔀𝓪𝓷

“YES! I GOT A STRIKE! You better pay up, sweetheart.”

You and Suhwan had made a bet over 10,000 won on whether or not you’d be able to bowl a strike. And lucky for you, you had made one in your last set.

“Fine….”

Grumbling, Suhwan stole a peck from you before handing over the money. Much to your annoyance.

“Hey! That’s not fair! You aren’t allowed to get a prize for losing!”

Laughing, he stole another kiss from you. Much to your disadvantage, he knew that most of the time, you would give into his kisses.

“I hate you!”

“Love you too sweetheart!”

Right before you guys returned your shoes, he planted another huge kiss on your lips.

“EW! SUHWAN! Don’t be gross!”

The guy at the counter just laughed at the two of you as he put your shoes away.

“You guys are really cute, by the way.”

You smiled, touched.

“Why, thank you!”

But Suhwan totally took it the wrong way.

“You callin’ my girl cute?!”

Rolling your eyes, you dragged your mumbling boyfriend away from the counter, despite his endless complaints.

“But-”

“It was a compliment, you buttface!”

He was being nice and you 100% took way too much offense to it.”

“But-”

Before he could start complaining, you quickly shut him up with a peck.

“Relax, I’m still yours. Ok?”

“Ok…”

𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓨𝓸𝓱𝓪𝓷

“YAY KIM YOHAN!”

Smirking, he winked at you playfully before the referee blew his whistle in annoyance to get his attention. Snickering, you covered your smile behind one hand while all the other girls around you sighed with a hand over their hearts. They all believed the great Kim Yohan’s wink had been for them, but of course, you knew better.

“Hey baby girl, why don’t you cheer for me?”

Yohan’s competitor winked at you with a sly grin on his face, disgusting you.

“Uh, no thanks.”

“You will after this match.”

“Sure…”

But now you were afraid for Yohan. You knew that vengeance was a powerful emotion, and that combined with skill could be extremely dangerous for him. Already, you could see the arrogance building up in his competitor. Yohan was significantly smaller than him, maybe even scrawny. But you knew better than to underestimate him. But you frowned slightly, seeing the rage building up in him. Why? You hated it when Yohan got mad, partly because it scared you but mostly because you saw no reason for it.

“Yohanie fighting~!”

Your cheers just encouraged him to beat up his competitor even more as the referee blew his whistle to start the match. Before you knew it, his competitor was on the ground, Yohan standing victoriously over him with the referee holding his fist up in victory.

“KIM YOHAN… WINNER!!”

With a proud smile, he pushed through the screaming crowd, making his way towards you.

“Congratulations Yohanie- MPHM!”

Before you could get another word out, his lips were already on yours, quick and urgent. You were practically helpless in his capable hands, or rather, lips. Shielding you with his jacket, he dragged you outside through a back door that led to an alley where he had parked his car.

“Yohan, what’s going on?”

Huffing, he kissed you again, biting your lip.

“I really, really didn’t like the way he talked to you. Are you ok?”

“Yeah babe, I’m fine. What are your fans gonna say?”

“I care more about you than I care about what they think. So what does it matter?”

𝓗𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓴𝓪 𝓜𝓪𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓸

“Y/N GET DOWN FROM THERE!!”

You opened your eyes to see your boyfriend sprinting at you from across the park, as you still hung upside down from the monkey bars. You laughed, watching as he continued running, even after he dropped his phone. You were touched, to say the least.

“Y/N I’M NOT KIDDING!!”

“I KNOW YOU AREN’T BABE!”

As soon as he reached you, you released your grip and unhooked your legs, allowing him to catch you.

“Please don’t ever do that again.”

“He’s right, sweetheart! You don’t wanna mess up your pretty little face!”

“Talk like that about my girlfriend one more time and I WILL KICK YOUR ASS!”

The boy on the bench smirked, seemingly at ease.

“Or what, short stuff?”

Setting you down gently, Mahiro took off running after the boy, much to your dismay. Surprised, the boy literally ran for his life.

“MAHIRO GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!”

“BUT-!”

“NOW!”

Rolling his eyes, Mahiro made his way back to you.

“But I really don’t like what he said about you…”

“Then ignore him and focus on me, ok? We are fine. I am fine. And I’m your girlfriend. Not his.”

“Ok that’s fair.”

𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓴𝓱𝔀𝓪

“AH! OH MY GOD! KANG SEOKHWA I HATE YOU!”

But all Seokhwa could do was just laugh at your pure terror and misery in the haunted house. He was afraid of a lot of things, like losing you, but things like this? Not so much.

“Haha, you are such a scaredy cat!”

“SHUT UP! OH MY GOD IT’S A CLOWN!”

The clown jumped out, waggling its fingers at and grinning widely at you.

“HI THERE BABY DOLL!! COME PLAY WITH ME!! I’LL TAKE CARE OF YOU!!”

You were too terrified by its appearance to do anything but cling to Seokhwa’s arm, hands over your ears. Meaning that you were totally deaf to the world and had no idea what he had said to you. But Seokhwa, on the other hand, was ready to beat the living shit out of him.

“Try saying that ONE MORE TIME to my girlfriend and I’ll kick your ass to YG’s compound!!”

The clown cackled, running away to scare someone else in the haunted house. Whimpering, you looked up at Seokhwa.

“Is it gone?”

Seeing you so scared made him feel like it was his obligation to protect you at all costs, especially from other preying guys. Particularly clowns and anything else that scared you. As soon as you were near the exit, he kissed your forehead, smiling gently.

“I promise I’ll protect you princess, don’t worry.”

“Protect me, my foot.”

“Hey! I promised!”

𝓦𝓮𝓲 𝓩𝓲 𝓨𝓾𝓮

“Here you go, miss! Have a great day!”

“You too, thanks!”

Grabbing yours and Ziyue’s cups of bubble tea, you made your way back to the table.

“Here you go!”

“Thanks Y/N! Wait, what is that?”

Grabbing your cup, he turned it around to see the note on the back:

call me soon, doll ~ (123) 456-7890.

Before you could stop him, he was ripping the label off your cup and tossing it away, before slouching back into his seat with a pout on his face. Rolling your eyes, you kissed the top of his forehead.

“What are you so worried about?”

“I hate other boys. Especially the ones that hit on you.”

“Well, that’s not the worst thing in the world to hate. But it’s not like it’s ever going to affect me, ok?”

“Good. But come here, there’s something on your face.”

“Where?”

“I’ll get it, you dumb cutie. Come here.”

Frowning at the nickname, you leaned in closer so he could brush off whatever was on your face. But to your surprise, he locked lips with you instead, keeping you in place by cupping your face gently in his hands. When you finally pulled apart, all you could say, was:

“Wow…”

“Wow is right sweetheart.”

𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓸𝓴

“Hey, I’ll be right back, ok? Stay here, whatever you do, please?”

“Okay, I got it.”

You watched as your boyfriend practically tripped over himself getting off of the bar stool, before smoothly making his way through the crowd to get to the bathroom. Hiding a giggle behind your hand, you turned back to the bartender, who served you up another shot.

“This one’s on the house, courtesy of the other guy down there.”

Craning your neck, you looked to see a guy waving with a lopsided smile on his face.

“Ah, say thank you to him for me, but please tell him that I already have a boyfriend.”

“Will do, miss.”

And right then, your lovely boyfriend appeared.

“Which is me. And I don’t like him.”

“Wooseokie, don’t do something stupid. Please?”

“Ok fine, I won’t bust his head. What do you expect me to do, instead?”

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed his arm and started dragging him through the crowd, out the door.

“Ok, you’re drunk sheep. Let’s go.”

“Mary? Is that you?”

Smiling, you pecked his lips gently.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go home.”

“But I want to beat up that guy~!”

“Too bad.”

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A/N: with their recent performances, this bias/pick list is bound to change so soon XD

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3001

This is my Endgame angst. So SPOILER ALERT — only read if you’ve seen Avengers Endgame!

Tony Stark x Stark!Daughter

“I love you tons,” you heard your father say to little Morgan.

Your little sister replied: “Love you 3000.”

You grinned to yourself, that clever little shit. As you listened to your dad freak out about this, you shook your head with a smile. This was definitely something that your dad was going to hold over Pepper’s head.

Your dad left Morgan’s room and entered yours with a silent knock. “Hey, sweetheart,” said your dad. “You sleeping already?”

“No, I’m up,” you said.

Your dad entered, thudding down by your bedside. He plucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “What have you been up to?” he asked curiously, gesturing at the mess you’d made om your desk.

You shrugged. “I talked to Nat for a bit. She told me about Ant-man’s theory and I thought I’d roll with it for a bit. Just to see, you know, if I could fix it.”

You could feel the discomfort radiating from your father. “And?” he demanded.

You pulled your blankets up to your chin. “I did have you as my teacher, dad. Did you really think I wouldn’t be able to fix it?”

“I was more hoping you hadn’t heard,” your dad admitted, standing up to study your design. “Of course, I should’ve kept in mind that you’re an unstoppably curious human being.” He swiped through your trials, a frown etched between his brows. “Won’t you look at that, you did exactly the same as me.”

You cocked up your eyebrows. “Does that make me a genius like you?”

Your dad turned to look at you, pride now shining in his eyes. “I’d say it makes you a hell of a lot smarter, seeing that you’re fifteen and seemingly already beating me to it.” He returned to sit by your side, and tapped on your head. “Goddamn, you and that big brain of yours!”

“So what are we going to do?” you wondered. “There are lots of things that could go wrong. And, I mean, you have that kid that loves you 3000.”

Your dad, who’d looked like he’d started feeling depressed, barked out a laugh. “You heard that, huh?” he smirked. “Yeah, 3000. That’s a big number. How much do you love me?”

You grinned, “3001, duh.”

“Ah,” your dad smiled. “But yes, we do have a lot to lose. This family, this life, this is everything I ever wanted. I don’t know if I can risk losing you.”

“Good,” you commented. “I don’t want to lose you either.”

The sudden serious moment passed between the two of you, the two most sarcastic people on the planet, and it made both of you make weird faces. “Ugh,” your dad shrugged it off. “Alright. I love you. We’ll figure this out tomorrow morning.”

“Okay, love you too,” you hugged your father tightly. After your father had left, you really tried to fall asleep, but the sinking feeling of the idea of losing your father made you sick. He always said that he couldn’t live without you, Morgan and Pepper, but this was the first time you fully realized you couldn’t live without him dying. Imagining him gone absolutely terrified you.

*****

You stared at the ugly white and red suits with your eyes narrowed. “I told you they should’ve been pink, dad. Then you could’ve saved the world in style.”

“Technically, white and red together is pink, so really I gave you what you wanted,” your dad countered.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, is that how colours work?” you murmured sarcastically.

Your dad stood with his bag packed and the suits in the truck of his car, arms crossed over his chest. He’d already said goodbye to Pepper and Morgan. You’d insisted on coming with him to the Avengers and still had your mind set on joining him for this adventure. Your dad rose one brow. “You’re just grumpy because you know I’m not letting you come with me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I am coming with you.” You slung your backpack determinedly over your shoulder. “You said it yourself, dad, I have a big brain. I can help.”

“You’ve already helped so much,” said your dad softly. “But I am not taking you with me. You know that I’d never let you be in danger. Besides, who’s going to fix things in the house if we both leave?”

“Dad—”

“It’s not happening, Y/N,” your dad busted out, suddenly using his strict father voice. “You’re staying here, where you’re safe. We discussed this—”

“We didn’t discuss anything!” you yelled, frustration getting the better of you. “You talked and I had to sit there and listen! That’s not a discussion—”

“Fine!” your dad now screamed, “Then it’s not a discussion, it’s an order. I am your father and you will listen to me; YOU ARE STAYING RIGHT HERE!”

The two of you stood there, emotions rushing through you and breathing heavily, angrily staring at each other. You dropped your arms, feeling furious tears burning in the back of your eyes. You wanted to tell your father how much you cared about him and loved him and wanted to come with him and help the Avengers save the world, but with every word you considered saying you got the overwhelming urge to cry. So you stayed silent, furiously staring at your father.

You then sprinted around him, around the car, and hoped to quickly jump into the passenger’s seat, figuring this would basically force your dad to take you with him.

Your dad noted your intentions and the car beeped, doors locking. You pulled the handle furiously and slammed your fist against the window. “Just let me come with you dad, please!” you begged him, voice cracking as tears started streaming down your face.

Your father glared at you from the other side of the vehicle, his anger faltering as he watched his daughter break down. “Sweetheart, come here,” he intoned, moving around the car to hug you firmly. You wouldn’t let him touch you first, but you quickly surrendered to your father’s embrace.

Then, all of sudden, you saw what you were doing from your father’s perspective and felt like a fool. Of course he wanted to protect you. But you wanted to protect him, too.

“You have to come back,” you brought out, feeling panicked. That sinking feeling came down on you, the fear of losing Tony Stark. “If I—if I can’t come with you... You have to come back.”

“Of course I’ll come back!” your dad said, stroking your back in a soothing manner. “I promise everything is going to be okay. Really. I’ll be back before you know it. I promise I’ll come back.”

Your sobs turned quiet as you clung onto your father like a koala. “You promise?” your voice was small.

Your dad held you at a distance, his hands cupping your cheeks. “I promise.” He smiled sadly. “Love you.”

Morgan emerged from the house, standing on the porch and waving at Tony. “Love you 3000!” she yelled.

A weak smile appeared on your face. “Love you 3001, dad.” You tore yourself away from your father and marched to the house, lifting up Morgan when she came standing at your legs with her arms up.

Your father got into the car, honked, and drove off dramatically fast. You and Morgan waved and kept waving even when he was long out of sight. And all you could do was hold your father to his promise that he’d come back.

*****

You saw Peter and your heart exploded. You’d hated waiting around at home with Morgan while Pepper and your dad were out there fighting Thanos’ army. This was the whole reason why you and your dad had shared your succesful model—to get the dusted people back from the dead.

Peter.

“Peter!” you yelped. You saw him and started running, leaping up and jumping against him, wrapping your arms and legs around the boy. Peter, having no strength left after the battle, collapsed to the grass with you on top of him. You were laughing, “And you’re supposed to have superhero—”

“Y/N,” Peter spoke up, his voice cracked. The laugh vanished from your face. Peter wasn’t laughing with you, he was crying. His face was whiter than snow with dried up blood covering his head, his eyes red from all the crying. “I’m sorry—I’m so sorry—”

There was the sinking feeling. The feeling that the world was tilting but you weren’t tilting with it, swirling everything inside you upside down, slamming all the air out of your lungs. “Where’s my dad?”

Peter was shaking his head, opening his mouth and closing it again. “I’m sorry, Y/N—”

You were shaking your head as well. “No, Pete, don’t tell me this...”

“He—he took the gauntlet and—and snapped his fingers,” Peter brought out. The two of you sat on the grass, holding each other’s hands, both on the verge of completely breaking down. You listened to Peter telling the story, breathless. “He killed Thanos’ army but—but the snap—it... it killed him.”

You couldn’t breathe. “No.”

“I’m sorry,” Peter choked out.

“But he promised,” you croaked. “He promised to come back.”

Peter leaned forward and wrapped his trembling arms around you. He couldn’t find words to say as you collapsed in his arms, shrieking for air as you couldn’t breathe. No. He promised.

Morgan appeared in the door opening of the house. “Y/N?” she asked quietly, her eyes sparkling with concern. “Are you okay?”

You looked up at her, heaving your head from Peter’s chest. She was so young, so innocent. And she had to grow up without a father. You had to live without a father, without a mother, an orphan. Morgan had Pepper. She’d be fine. You had no one. You were alone.

Because your father hadn’t kept his promise.

“Yea,” you brought out. “This is Peter. Pete, this is my half-sister Morgan. Daughter of Pepper and... and...”

Pepper arrived with Happy. With a stir you realized you were missing someone, someone who no doubt would’ve been here if she could’ve been here, your aunt-figure if not your mother-figure, who’d taught you how to fight and spy.

With tears streaming down your face, you dared ask the question. “Where’s Nat?”

Pepper and Happy’s faces were masks, cold and emotionless. Only from Peter did you get the tiniest of headshakes. No. Dead. Also dead.

You leaped up and ran away, running into the woods as fast as you could, as far away as possible. You heard Pepper, Happy and Peter calling after you, but their voices weren’t going to stop you. The only one who would’ve had the authority over you to make you stop where you stood was your father. And he wasn’t there.

You ran and ran until your legs gave out from under you. Out of breath, out of will to keep going, you crashed onto the grass. And you cried, cried your eyes out. “You promised you’d come back,” you shrieked out. It was as if a million bricks were weighing down on your chest, absolute panic rising up. “Dad, please, don’t do this to me. Don’t do this to me. I can’t live without you. I love you 3001.”

You stared at the sky, eyes burning, but even though you knew gods were real and the universe was so much bigger than you could ever imagine, your father didn’t reply. No sign from him. Gone.

And your heart broke into 3001 pieces.

*

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Our Sea Of Today - Chapter 6 - The School Idol Club

ENDGAME pairings I’ve decided for the story are: ChikaDiaYoshi, YouRiko, KanaMari, RubyMaru

“The School Idol Club has been officially approved!”

 Only minutes before lunch break ends, You is surprised when Dia slams a sheet of paper onto their table. Chika and Yoshiko seem just as surprised as her, but when Chika realizes what Dia had said, she immediately turns ecstatic.

 “What? No way!” She looks over at the paper, and You follows suit. The paper has an ‘Approved’ stamp on it, as well as Kanan’s signature, which is more than enough to confirm its legitimacy.

 “Oh, it wasn’t that hard,” Dia says, “I made an agreement with Kanan, and she allowed us to start the club with only three members as long as we can get two more in three months.”

 “So, just before midterms,” Chika mutters, nodding her head. “That’s more than enough time. You really are amazing, Dia-chan!”

 “O-of course! This is only the bare minimum of what I can do.” Dia seems far too smug about something that, in her own words, wasn’t that hard, but You isn’t here to nitpick. Instead, she focuses back on the paper, scanning its contents.

 Founders: Takami Chika, Kurosawa Dia.

Members: Tsushima Yoshiko.

 “Eh?” Chika suddenly speaks up, grabbing the paper in an uncharacteristically gentle manner, as if worried about accidentally tearing it. “You didn’t write You-chan’s name here.”

 “That’s right. You never gave us a concrete answer, and you seemed somewhat reluctant. You also have the swimming club, so I didn’t want to write down your name without permission.” Dia then smiles, pulling out a pen from her pocket and waving it around. “But if you’ve made up your mind, feel free to join us at any time.”

“Ah…let me think about it for a bit more then.” You is glad that she’ll have more time to think about it. She didn’t want to join on a whim, but she also wanted to help Chika form the club as fast as possible. At least now she’ll have more time to mull it over.

 As Yoshiko looks at the paper held by Chika and sees her name listed as one of the members, she turns to Dia. “Why is my name there?” She asks, which makes Dia look at her with a deadpan expression.

 “Is there an issue with that? We needed at least three people, so I wrote down our names. But I only wrote you down as a member, so you shouldn’t end up being too burdened with managing the club. Oh, and should we do something for club day? We don’t have anything prepared yet, but it would be such a good way to attract more people….” Dia frowns, her gaze going between the club application form and the other two members.

 “…perhaps we can perform a cover?” Dia says tentatively. “If we’re going to showcase our singing and dancing skills, using a song and choreography that already works means there’s less risk involved. Don’t you agree?”

 “No way!” Chika loudly exclaims, drawing the attention of everyone at the table and all other adjacent ones. “That’s not the point! School idols are about doing your best and trying to shine! If you just want to sing, then you might as well just join the school choir!”

 You considers that a good moment to cut in. “That’s kinda true. Plus, if we focus more on everything we do by ourselves, it’ll give us a unique edge over the others. So we won’t be competing for applicants.”

 Dia seems satisfied at their answer. Out of nowhere, she pulls out a few sheets of paper and two pens, dividing them between Yoshiko and Chika. “Alright, it’s settled then. You two, get to work.” Dia grins, looking as smug as ever. “Since I’ll be handling the choreography, that means you two can work on the costumes and lyrics. I expect them to be done by Thursday morning, so we’ll have the rest of the day, as well as Friday morning to practice for our performance.”

 “Should’ve just done the stupid cover….” Yoshiko grumbles as Chika gives her an apologetic glance. Then, Chika realizes that something is missing.

 “What about the composition?”

 “I’ll handle that too,” Dia says off-handedly, “Don’t worry. Just focus on your work. I recommend splitting it up. It’s easier to set your mind to doing one thing rather than doing half of two things. But first of all….” Dia pulls out another paper and pen. “…we need to decide on a theme for the song.”

 The bell rings, and Dia’s smirk disappears. “…it appears we’ll have to decide on the theme of the song later.”

 “See you later, You-chan!” “Farewell, little demon!” No sooner than that, Chika and Yoshiko both leave the cafeteria, running to their class. Dia sighs.

 “Take care, You-san. I have to return the form to Kanan…and make sure those two don’t do anything stupid.” Getting up to leave, she gives You a small, genuine smile. “Please consider our offer. I would be overjoyed to have you in the club. I’m sure those two share the same sentiment as I do.”

 “I will.” You stands up, heading towards her own class while Dia goes to the student council room. During the way, she can’t help but wonder about the nature of Dia’s friendship with Kanan. According to Kanan, they’re childhood friends, but she doesn’t remember Kanan ever talking about her. And considering Chika’s surprise yesterday, she wasn’t aware of it either. What good would there be for Kanan to hide some of her friends from her other ones? It’s not like You or Chika would try to scare her away (alright, maybe they would), and they’re able to get along well, so Kanan’s own excuse no longer fits.

Maybe Kanan’s just uncomfortable sharing it with us, You muses to herself. She’ll be the first to admit that she also has things she wouldn’t want to share with her two friends.

 …but it still didn’t make sense. Why would she get uncomfortable just talking about someone? Then she remembers, Kanan is crushing on Dia. That makes more sense now. She was probably trying to avoid getting teased.

 Satisfied with her thoughts, You walks into class. The others are already in their seats, getting their books ready for the next subject. Of course, as she passes Ruby and Hanamaru’s desk, she can’t help but eavesdrop on their conversation.

 “-school idols, right here in Uranohoshi! Isn’t that amazing Hanamaru-chan”

 “It got approved, zura?”

 “Mhm! I heard they’re holding their first live this week. I can’t wait.”

 News really does spread fast. It’s only been a few minutes since Dia told them that the application was accepted. Chika was definitely drawing too much attention to herself. Things were only going to get harder for them, but she’s sure that they can pull it off.

 …right?

  “Yoshiko-chan, that wouldn’t work.”

 “Really? It seems like a pretty good idea to me.”

 “Please don’t encourage her…,” Dia says, staring at the paper in front of her with disdain, “There is absolutely no way we’re using this as the theme of our live show.”

 “What’s wrong with fallen angels?” Yoshiko asks, “I mean, I think it can work.”

 “We’re trying to attract people to our club, not push them away. And no matter how you do it, I can’t see fallen angels being a very attractive idea.”

 Yoshiko looks sadly at her early design. A gothic lolita dress based on the outfit she uses for her live streams, with minor adjustments to make it somewhat unique. Even if it wasn’t the most original idea, it hurts to have it completely rejected.

 “Well, I still think it’s a great idea.” Chika shrugs. Yoshiko silently thanks her. “That’s two in favor and one against, so that means we’re using that as the theme of our live show.”

 “Are you two even listening to me?” Dia clenches her fist, resisting the urge to pound the desk and attract everyone’s attention. “We’re trying to make our club accessible to everyone. Believe it or not, high schoolers won’t be interested in this.”

 “Dia-chan!” Yoshiko puts up her hand, stopping Chika from talking.

 “Chika, stop. Dia is right.” She says, giving a small smile. “It’s fine, I wasn’t really trying too hard with these costumes anyway. I can make new ones as long as we can figure out the theme today.”

 “Yoshiko-chan….” Chika stares for a while, before sighing. “Fine. If we can’t do fallen angels, what ideas do you have?”

 “Well, since our main goal is to show the full appeal of school idols, we should go for a normal concert. Going for a specific theme would divide people too much.” Dia explains.

 “That’s not an idea, Dia-chan….”

 “But she does have a point,” Yoshiko says, “Idols are inspiring in their own right. Using a specific gimmick might take away the charm. So I think we should do that too. That’s two in favor.”

 “Huh?” Chika seems confused by Yoshiko’s sudden decision. “Then…I’m in favor as well.”

 “Perfect!” Dia answers, “Well then, let’s do our best. We have to finish these quickly after all.” Dia faces the clock hanging on the classroom wall and immediately stands up.”Speaking of quickly, I need to do something. If the teacher comes in, tell her I’m with the student council president.”

 “You’re meeting up with Kanan-chan again?” Chika asks, and Dia nods her head.

 “Yes. I’ll see you two later.”

 “See you later,” Yoshiko mumbles as Dia walks out of the classroom. Turning her head, she sees Chika staring at her scrutinizingly. “What?”

 Chika pouts, continuing to stare at Yoshiko. “You shouldn’t agree with everything Dia says.”

 Yoshiko looks down,  back at her rejected design. “It’s…not that. My idea wasn’t even fleshed out, so I let Dia take the lead. It’s for the club, so it’s not like it matters.”

 “But….” Chika trails off, searching Yoshiko’s expression for any kind of clue to her true feelings. “…you should be more honest. If you want something, you should tell me or Dia.”

 Chika stands up from her seat and walks to the front of Yoshiko’s table. Once Yoshiko makes eye contact, Chika grins. “So, just tell me now. Is there anything you want?”

 Yoshiko doesn’t even have to think of the answer. She wants a lot of things. She wants to be taller, smarter, cooler, cuter, more respected, more athletic, and that’s only the start. She wants to have more friends. Actual friends, not acquaintances or classmates. She wants to get closer to Chika and Dia.

 But as she stares at Chika’s face, her eyes begin to hurt. Yoshiko isn’t sure if it’s because of how bright Chika is, or if it’s because of tears forming in her eyes. She lowers her gaze back to the paper.

 If she’s truly honest, she can tell Chika what she truly feels. But saying it now would be a waste, so she forces a laugh.

 “I just want the club to be successful. I don’t know as much about idols, but I’ll do my best!”

 Chika stares, silently, as if waiting for Yoshiko to continue and confess everything. But after a while, she nods and smiles. “That’s great! If you need any help with the designs, just ask me for help! I know a lot thanks to You-chan, so I’m sure I can give you some pointers.”

 “Of course.” She lowers her voice by an octave, putting on her false confidence. “A fallen angel is always ready to help her little demons, so don’t be afraid of asking for help as well. Your mistress will be waiting.”

 “Of course, Yohane-sama.” Chika giggles, and as brief as it is, Yoshiko genuinely feels blessed. She looks back at her paper, and her mood drops as fast as it rose. She flips the paper to its clean side, then begins sketching again.

  When You heads home for the day and boards the bus, she’s surprised to find Yoshiko already sitting at the back, staring blankly at something. You takes a seat, and peeks over the second year’s shoulder to look at the object. When her eyes land on a drawing of Chika in a frilly, black and white dress, she can’t help but show her appreciation.

 “Uwaah! Yoshiko-chan, that’s so good!” You gushes with enthusiasm, shocking Yoshiko out of her stupor. “What is it?”

 “It’s nothing,” Yoshiko answers in a somber tone, folding the paper in half before placing it in her bag. “Well, it was my idea for our costume, but that’s not what we’re going for.”

 “Oh, that’s a shame.” You still smiles, although a lot of her early enthusiasm has faded. “Do you need some help? I got a ton of costumes in my closet that you can check out if you want inspiration.”

 “…I wonder if that’s the only thing still in your closet.” Yoshiko replies, an amount of friendly snark replacing the previous somberness. “But sure. Perhaps I can grace you with my presence. Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, that’s good,” You says. When Yoshiko returns to staring at nothing with a blank expression, You decided to bring up the serious questions. “Is something the matter?”

 “…yes. Everything’s fine.”

 “Are you sure?” You pushes. “You’ve been a bit off ever since I saw you at lunch. You’re usually livelier than this.”

 “We’ve known each other for less than a day.” Yoshiko turns to face You, and for the first time, You sees a mixture of sadness and fear.

 “Please, you can trust me.” You begs. “You might think of me as a complete stranger, but I really do care about you as a friend.”

 Yoshiko turns away from You’s pleading look. “…what kind of person would I be to burden my underclassmen like that?”

 “Aren’t you stubborn?” You lets out a sigh. “Fine. Take off your ribbon.”

 “Why?”

 “Please, just do it.” Utterly confused, Yoshiko can only nod as she pulls on her ribbon, undoing it before passing it to You. The younger girl follows, before placing both ribbons in her backpack. “There. Now we’re just ordinary Uranohoshi students. We’re exactly the same, so you can tell me what’s going on.”

 “…that’s not how it works,” Yoshiko says, although she now has a small smile plastered on her face. “Where did you get that ridiculous idea from?”

 “Chika-chan, obviously.” You returns the smile with more energy. “She did this when Kanan was feeling down, and it worked out pretty well, so I wanted to cheer you up this way too.”

 “She always comes up with the craziest ideas.” Yoshiko laughs a bit, some cheer finally returning to her voice.

 “So, can you tell me what’s wrong now?”

 Yoshiko mulls the idea over, seeming deep in thought for a good minute. “You’re so stubborn.” Yoshiko looks at You, smiling. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt. As long as you don’t tell anyone.”

 “You have my word!” Leaning down, she gets closer to Yoshiko so they can lower their voice, making them more conspicuous but also less likely for anyone to eavesdrop.

 Yoshiko takes a deep breath, and You waits with bated breath for the big reveal. “It’s Dia.” Yoshiko starts. “I don’t think she likes me very much. Or at all, to be honest.”

 “Well, first of all, we only started talking to each other after I became friends with Chika. So I guess we’re more like…two connected duos, rather than one trio, if that makes any sense.” You nods, urging Yoshiko to continue.

 “And…when she talks with Chika, she has so much fun. She’s never like that with me. It’s like she doesn’t even care. It’s what you saw yesterday. She never asks ‘Yoshiko-chan, are you okay?’ It’s always ‘Yoshiko-chan, you weren’t late, were you?’” Yoshiko mimics Dia’s voice with an insane level of accuracy. “She tells me to come early, to be more responsible, to focus more on my studies every single night. It feels like I’m her project to make the teachers love her even more. Whipping the ‘problem girl’ into shape, wouldn’t that look good on her fucking diploma.” Yoshiko curses, hurt seeping back into her voice

 “I don’t think she approves of my fallen angel thing either. It’s why I’ve been kinda toning it back a bit. I dunno, it’s just…frustrating.” You feels bad for Yoshiko. It sounds like her relationship with Dia had been strained for a while, only held together by the strand that is Takami Chika.

 “And that’s not the worst part. The thing is…I-I may have a crush on her.”

 You must’ve missed a very critical part of their conversation. That’s the only excuse she has for a statement so far out of left field like that. She almost falls over by how surprised she was by the girl’s confession. “Sorry, can you say that again?”

 “Like…you’ve seen her happy before, right?” Yoshiko asks, a smile threatening to break out from her sad expression. “It’s cute. It might sound a bit cheesy…but I want to make her smile more often.”

 You remains silent as she watches Yoshiko baring her heart, discarding all of her facades right in front of her. It’s so unexpected to see her like this, that You can’t think of doing anything but just listening.

 “It’s not like I stand a chance, though.” Yoshiko does a short, bitter laugh. “I mean, have you seen my competition? I’m competing with Kanan of all people. God, I’m completely shit. I guess this is what you call losing a race before it starts.”

 “There’s no such thing as that.” You tries encouraging the depressed girl. “Sure, they look close. But I’ve never seen them hanging out outside of school.”

 “Dia rejected going home with me because she’s already walking home with Kanan.”

 “Then…chin up.” You hates sounding like a downer, but looking at one positive is at least better than looking at none. “There’s plenty of fish in the sea. And you’re pretty cute too, so I’m sure a lot of people would want to date you.”

 Yoshiko flinches, and You figures out that she said something wrong. “That’s my…second problem. I’m also in love with….” The last part was muttered, no audible sound reaching You’s ears. She leans in just a bit closer.

 “Can you say that again?” You prods Yoshiko, and the other girl repeats her statement. This time, however, You hears it.

 “I’m also in love with Chika.”

 “Chika-chan!?” Taken off-guard by the second confession, You’s voice rises.

 “Can you be a bit louder, please? It’s not like I still have some pride left.”

 Understanding the sarcastic request, You lowers her voice again after shooing away other passenger’s curious stares. “Then, what’s the problem with Chika-chan?”

 “You mean other than me having a crush on her?”

“Doesn’t sound like too big of a problem.”

 “I wish it wasn’t.” Yoshiko scoffs. “But you’ve seen her with Dia. They have a lot in common, and they’ve been friends for longer than me.”

 “But Dia likes Kanan, right?”

 “Chika’s also close with Kanan. They’re childhood friends, right? I’m sure they can work it out together….”

 The awkward atmosphere finally returns. You is silenced as she stares at Yoshiko. It’s like the girl is a magnet of bad luck, with every worst-case scenario befalling her. The silence is only broken by a small sob coming from her.

 “H-hey, don’t cry.” You says, carefully pulling Yoshiko into a hug. It takes little to no resistance as the girl decides to bury her face into You’s shoulders, muffling her cries.

 “What am I going to do?” Yoshiko chokes out. “If they start dating, I don’t think I can take it.”

 “There, there. Everything’s going to be fine….” You whispers, patting the girl’s back while shooting evil glares at other passengers. She resists the urge to scream at them; it would only startle Yoshiko even more.

 “…I’m tired. I’m so tired, You.” Yoshiko responds softly. “I’m  tired of being alone for so long. I’ve been alone for nine years. I haven’t had a real friend since kindergarten. A-and I had so much fun last year, what if Dia and Chika ditch me? I don’t want to go back to being alone….”

“You won’t.” Hugging Yoshiko a bit closer, You hears a small chuckle coming from her.

 “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be bothering an underclassman like this….”

 To that, You shakes her head. “Right now, we’re just ordinary Uranohoshi students. We’re exactly the same.”

 The trip to Numazu is the most silent one she’s experienced since meeting Yoshiko. When she gets off the bus, she has a wet patch on her sleeve and a lot to think about.

 “…Dia, are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

 As the duo of Kanan and Dia walk out of the school, they stop in front the entrance.

 Dia hums thoughtfully. “We’re both staring at the sky, Kanan. Unless you are referring to the sun, I believe  we’re looking at the same thing.”

 “I could be looking at those birds.” Kanan attempts a joke, but the situation at hand is so shocking that neither has it in them to laugh.

 Soaring above the skies of Uchiura, attracting the attention of passersby and fellow students, is a bright pink and white helicopter.

 “…there’s no way it’s anyone else, huh?” Kanan finally says as the helicopter flies out of view a good few minutes later.

 “There’s only one possible candidate.” They continue walking. Excitement bubbles in their hearts as they imagine what it’d be like if it was true.

 “…is she really back?” Kanan asks. Her last bit of uncertainty is blown away as Dia smiles at her.

 “Of course. She promised after all. Besides, she owes me a birthday present.” Dia laughs, and Kanan smiles as well.

 “She owes me two.” The rest of the walk is spent telling jokes and stories. Something is amiss for now, but neither of them mind.

 Deep in their hearts, they can already feel a third presence.

This isn’t a YouHane story, but if it was, I would totally want You to confess in the bus scene. Ahh, it’s so cute that I almost want it to happen, but I have big plans for Yoshiko!