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abundanceofnots · 3 years

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a little (just under 2k) playground scene with Lip and Ian as dads, as per @pink--and--white's request. i apologize to all actual parents in advance.

“How the fuck did we get here?” Lip asks through a huff of incredulous laughter.

Ian shades his eyes from the sun, turning to his older brother with a look of mock concern. “Your memory that bad already, old man? We drove here.”

It earns him a stinging smack on his thigh.

“Asshole,” Lip retorts back. “You know what I mean.”

Ian’s eyes flit back to the scene before them. “Yeah, I do,” he confirms a beat later, his voice more earnest this time.

This, by far, isn’t a new feeling. Lip’s had the exact same thought pass through his mind countless times in recent years, always in a momentary flash of warmth that filled up his whole chest. It happens all the more often now over the most mundane shit, though.

The first time was, probably, when Freddie was born. Then Ian got married, and Al came along, and Liam got to a good school—and after that followed every other quiet (not literally) evening when the whole family gathered up in the kitchen.

In those instants, Lip would stall himself for just a second, getting lost in the overwhelming sounds and visuals, and think, what the fuck.

He’s getting soft. That’s it, most likely. He’s getting soft and sentimental, going on with his extremely unexceptional life, wondering how in the hell did a piece of shit like himself get so lucky, and slowly becomes someone he’d gladly punch in the face not too long ago.

It hits him hard again, this strange sense of pride and wonder, as he sits next to his baby brother on a bench overlooking a kids’ playground.

This one’s the real deal. Everything here is child-proof and clean, with no syringe or dogshit in sight. Frank or some random homeless guy aren’t lying in a drunken coma by the swing sets. There’s not even one bullet hole in the slide. And maybe it’s not so hard to admit that this is actually pretty nice. That this is them now.

Still, the whole thing is, without a doubt, totally ridiculous. Here they are, Lip and Ian—the college dropout and the ex-con, the true sons of the South Side—sneakily munching on their kids’ packed afternoon snacks.

“Dumb luck, I guess,” Ian answers Lip’s question after some musing and takes a sip from Toe’s pink-colored juice box.

Lip hmms before he bites into a baby carrot. “For us, or them?”

“For us. Definitely.”

They’re just two regular dads who carry around lunchboxes and always have a wet wipe or a pack of tissues at hand, ready to blow noses and wipe off residue chocolate from chins and hands. There aren’t enough words in the English language that would describe how incredibly ridiculous this is, because once upon a time, not too long ago, still, Ian wore a jumpsuit with Dav on the nametag and believed this was it for him, and Lip thought the only way to get through life was by drinking himself through the ordeal.

How the fuck did they get here?

“Freddie! Hey, Freddie!” Lip calls out to his oldest, who hangs upside down from the monkey bars, effectively ignoring him. “Fred!” he tries again with an annoyed sigh, and the boy finally remembers how his ears work. “Can you help your cousin on the slide?”

“Okay!”

With a swift motion, Freddie pulls himself up again to grab hold of a bar, unhooking his knees in the process, and jumps down into the sand with practiced ease. He then immediately gets into a run, coming behind the red-headed girl in black overalls who’s been trying to climb the gentle ramp on her own.

“What was that about?” Ian inquires amusedly.

“Early puberty, I think. He doesn’t want us to call him Freddie anymore. It’s Fred. No Fredster, no Fredtastic, definitely no Fredosaurus. Just Fred. Apparently, I went to bed, and my son turned into a middle-aged man overnight.”

“Oof. That’s rough.”

“Yeah. The next thing I know, he’s gonna get a neck tattoo and his first STI. Al, buddy!” His younger son Alvin, at least, seems to have no trouble with hearing. “You need help? Want me to push you?”

“No, I’m good!” the blond kid shouts back from the swing, and to prove his point, he pushes himself harder off the ground to gain momentum.

Lip scratches his forehead. “They don’t need me anymore,” he comments darkly. “I am officially a bother.”

“You’ve always been a bother,” Ian notes before he stuffs his mouth full of grapes. “Come on, Lip. Freddie’s eight. He’s not exactly packing his bags to leave home. He’s still very much a daddy’s boy.”

“I don’t know, man. When I remember what I was already doing when I was his age….”

“Yeah, but that’s different. They’re not like us. They don’t need to be, and that’s a good thing.”

Ian’s right, but the concept of normal as something desirable, something he doesn’t necessarily need to rebel against, is something Lip may never fully come to grasps with. And neither does Ian, even if he says otherwise.

“We might be getting a dog,” Lip says after a while, pausing before he sinks his teeth into a cheese stick.

“No way!” Ian smirks at him. “Look at you, perfect American family and shit.”

Lip snorts at that. He and Tami are pretty damn far from perfect. “You not thinking about getting a pet? A friendly rottweiler for Mickey, perhaps?”

“No. First, I gotta talk him into having another kid.”

That takes Lip by surprise. He knows Ian absolutely adores his little girl, his mini ginger twin that everyone got to call Toe, short for Tomato, but he also knows the whole story behind how she came to be.

“Oh, yeah? You’d like another?”

“Yeah,” Ian admits, and as his eyes drop to his lap where his fingers fiddle with a paper straw, Lip realizes he sounds ashamed about it.

“Not as easy as poking holes in condoms with you guys, huh?” he jokes to release the sudden tension.

“Hah. No.”

“You told Mickey yet?”

Meeting his brother’s eyes again, Ian gives a noncommittal shrug. “I hinted.”

From experience, Lip knows that hinting in Ian’s case almost exclusively means Mickey is fully aware of his intentions and just chooses to ignore them before Ian confronts him head-on.

“Hopefully, you’ll have another girl,” he tells Ian after a quiet moment filled with children’s high-pitched screams and the steady screeching of a swing set. “It’s a lot more physical with boys. These two are already fighting like we used to.”

“Doesn’t really matter when you’re raising a Milkovich,” Ian remarks before yelling: “Hey, Toe? You wanna have a sip of your juice for me?”

The girl waves at them eagerly as she slides down the bendy chute. Getting to a run right as her feet touch the ground, she comes to a jolty halt in front of them, taking a good, hard look at the juice box as if only now realizing what’s expected of her.

“No, thank you,” Toe then peeps and skips off again.

“Polite,” Lip appraises.

Ian gives a low chuckle. “Fuckin’ weird, huh?”

“With Mickey as her dad? A little.”

They watch the kids play for a few minutes. Ian offers to exchange a cheese stick for three grapes, and Lip negotiates it up to five before agreeing.

“You think he’d be against it? Having another kid?” he asks Ian mid-chew.

“I mean, I wouldn’t blame him, after all the shit with Terry. Maybe with a second kid, he’d think there’d be twice the damage he could do. Dunno,” Ian surmises uncertainly. “I know how hard it was for him to even want a kid, and I get why he was scared. Don’t get me wrong, I’m shitting myself every day when I think of the ways I could fuck this up. But he’s a great dad. You saw him with Toe. She’s obsessed with him. The way she laughs at everything he says makes you think he invented comedy or something.”

Lip’s aware that their conversation turned sort of serious once again, but he can’t help not breaking into a smile. “Sounds like you’re kinda jealous of your husband there, Ian.”

“Oh, I hate his guts,” his brother confirms, only partially kidding. “I’m a fun dad, too, you know.” As if on cue, a figure coming their way catches his attention, and Ian nods to where his daughter’s playing, telling Lip: “Okay, watch this.”

Mickey gestures at Freddie with a finger to his lips, coming around the slide just in time to catch his daughter in his arms with a victorious roar.

“Daddy!” Toe announces the good news to everyone around with a loud squeal.

Ian gives his brother a pointed look.

“Fuck, man,” Lip huffs with mock seriousness. “You tellin’ me she loves her dad? What a nightmare.”

“Yo, lunch ladies.” Mickey suddenly approaches them with Toe at his hip. “How ’bout less chit-chatting and more kid-watching? Think I’d remember if I left my kid with a giant fuckin’ bruise on her forehead this morning.”

“Yeah. She’s had a bit of a scuffle with Alvin earlier,” Ian says, reaching out to soothingly rub Toe’s calf as if said scuffle and the tears it brought weren’t already long forgotten.

“The hell’s he doin’ fightin’ someone half his size?!”

“She started it!” Lip counters weakly.

“Okay.” Mickey’s mouth hangs open for a minute before he finds his figurative footing again. “I guess she had her reasons for that. And you should teach your kids to not fight dirty.”

“I go play now,” Toe informs him then, putting a stop to his rant and his bad mood in one go.

“Yeah! You do that!” Mickey replies as he puts her down, matching her level of enthusiasm. She heads for the extensive pirate-ship-like construction this time, watchful cousin Freddie already on her heels, and Mickey drops heavily next to his husband, letting out a prolonged groan into his hands.

“Tough day?” Ian asks needlessly.

“Igor’s a fuckin’ idiot.”

“Told you he was.”

“And I agree, so drop it, a’ight? Hey, by the way.”

“Hey,” Ian echoes before they exchange a quick kiss.

Mickey notices the juice in his hands then and perks up. “That raspberry?” he checks after he’s already snagged the box for himself, taking loud slurps from it to get every last drop. He finishes off with a belch. “Fuckin’ love raspberry.”

Lip finds that anything he’d say at that moment would only spoil the natural fucking beauty of it, so he just appreciates with a private snicker.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Toe yells from the top of one of the pirate ship’s smaller slides. “Come play!”

Mickey pats at Ian’s thigh. “That’s on you, man. I’m beat.”

Putting his fun-dad face on, Ian heaves himself up without a complaint. “Hey, jellybean! Do you think your dad can fit on the slide, too?”

Toe shakes her head vehemently, giggling as she watches Ian jog toward her. “No, daddy! No! No!”

“What, you don’t think I can?” Ian asks again, halfway through his climb up on the board. “Well, take off your socks now because they might get blown off! I’mma fit!”

“Daddy!” Toe howls with laughter as he bumps his head on one of the low railings.

Beside Lip, Mickey imitates the reaction, both his hand and the phone he’s holding with it to record a video visibly shaking. When he notices Lip staring, his grin falters a little.

“These two jokers,” Mickey complains after he ends the recording. “She always laughs at everything he does like he invented comedy or some shit.”

Lip answers with a knowing smile, his chest feeling full of warmth.

Seriously, how the fuck did they get here?

#toe fic 🍅#my fics #gallavich fic #shameless fanfiction

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moony-meadow · 3 years

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The Very Hungry Beelzebub (3)

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“Uhhh…” Beelzebub was frozen. He was clearly unsure whether to reveal everything to Mammon in hopes of getting his help, or concocting some kind of lie to protect both his and my dignity. And I had a feeling that, unlike Mammon, Beel didn’t want to make the decision without getting my approval first.

“It’s okay, Beel, you can tell him,” I sighed. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to finding out what Mammon’s reaction would be. I honestly wasn’t entirely sure what to expect.

Though I couldn’t see it, I could easily imagine the confused expression currently painted on Mammon’s face as he wondered why he’d just heard my disembodied voice. No doubt he was looking around the room, searching for the source of the sound. “Huh? What was that?” he questioned, sounding thoroughly befuddled.

Poor Beel was going to be forced to explain the bizarre situation. Of course, I could try to do it, but it seemed like something that would be more easily done by someone not hidden away inside a stomach.

I could feel Beel take a nervous breath. He was obviously not looking forward to this. Despite being younger (and less powerful) than Mammon, he had never really acted like it. Beel would never take orders from the second oldest, and he showed no qualms about stepping on his toes. But now, he was anxious about admitting the truth to Mammon. What exactly he was afraid of, I didn’t know. Did he think his brother would be angry, or disappointed?

“After I started to recover from being sick, I got hungry...really hungry,” Beel began. “I-I wasn’t in control of myself. I ate everything in the kitchen.” I placed a hand on one of the fleshy walls, hoping it would come across as reassuring. “And then...and then Y/N came in.” He winced as he said it, and honestly, I did too.

“What exactly are ya sayin’?” Mammon’s voice had taken on an edge, a dangerous edge I hadn’t ever heard before.

Beel swallowed hard. “Mammon, I...I shrank Y/N and ate them.” He spit out the last part of the sentence, as if he was worried if he didn’t say it fast enough, he would never say it.

“You what?!” Mammon roared. I heard a commotion, and then suddenly everything around me lurched. I threw my arms out to brace myself against the walls. I definitely had not missed being thrown around like a ragdoll inside someone’s stomach, completely subject to their massive movements. “No, that can’t be right. Y/N has a pact with you. They woulda ordered you to stop.”

I could visualize the kicked puppy look on Beel’s face perfectly as he admitted to what he’d done in his hunger-fueled delirium. “They couldn’t. I put a silencing spell on them.”

More rough movements rocked my world, and then I heard, as well as felt, an echoing slam. I had a suspicion Mammon had just shoved Beel against a wall, which was difficult for me to imagine. I didn’t think I had ever seen him get violent with his brothers, or anyone for that matter.

“Mammon! Relax, I’m fine!” I shouted. The last thing I wanted was for things to get more physical, for my own sake as well as for Beel and Mammon’s. Seeing the brothers bicker and get at each other’s throats was commonplace, but I never enjoyed witnessing them coming to blows.

“Y/N?” Mammon exclaimed, his tone of voice instantly shifting. “Y/N, if you didn’t order Beel not to hurt you then you’re in danger! You’ll get digested--”

“Don’t worry, as soon as I got my voice back I made sure that wouldn’t happen,” I promised. The unfiltered concern in Mammon’s voice was more than a little endearing. The guy was quick to play the aloof, uncaring demon, though of course I knew that was all an act. It was refreshing to hear him being genuine and not attempting to hide his true feelings.

I could feel Beelzebub’s heartbeat begin to come down from its heightened rate as the tension in the room began to lessen. Once again he placed a gentle hand against his stomach, and I reciprocated with my much smaller hand on the other side.

“The only problem is I can’t bring them back up the same way you did,” Beel told Mammon regretfully.

“I guess that means you found ‘em tasty, huh?” Mammon said in a grumpy tone. Evidently he was aware of the little stipulation that prevented the Avatar of Gluttony from throwing up. I wasn’t shocked to hear Mammon was none too pleased about “his human” getting eaten by another demon. The Avatar of Greed was nothing if not possessive.

“Even the worst humans have a good flavor,” Beel remarked. “Of course Y/N would be leagues ahead of them.” My heart fluttered at the compliment, though it was a bit spoiled by the context of said compliment. I was glad Beel considered me to be “leagues ahead” of the worst humans, though I didn’t really like the fact that that seemed to go hand in hand with my level of tastiness.

“None of that matters,” I called out, eager to direct the conversation away from how enjoyable I apparently was to eat. “What matters is getting me the hell out of here.”

“Damn right,” Mammon was quick to reply. I had a feeling his determination was in large part attributed to his possessiveness.

Before Mammon had eaten me, when he was trying to convince me to agree to the whole endeavor in the first place, he had mentioned a backup place in case he was unable to cough me up naturally. His exact words had been, “if I can’t get ya out naturally, I could always just swallow the end of a string and pull ya out that way.” While the idea did sound pretty ridiculous and silly, I didn’t see any reason why it couldn’t work.

“Mammon, do you really think Beel swallowing the end of a string would work?” I questioned. I would be more than a little pissed if he had only offered that as a suggestion to trick me into letting myself get swallowed.

“Oh yeah, good idea!” Mammon exclaimed. “Lemme go find somethin’ that’ll work.”

“Wait, hold on a second--” Beel started to protest but was quickly interrupted.

“Beel, you should go to Y/N’s room so we don’t gotta worry about anyone walkin’ in on us.” After that came the sound of hurried footsteps exiting the room.

Beel remained still for a moment before releasing a soft sigh. “I’m going to make my way to your room,” he announced. “I doubt we’ll run into anyone at this hour, but just try not to move too much just in case.” He gave one last soft pat to his stomach before heading off.

While Beel definitely seemed to be making an effort to move slowly and carefully, the ride inside his stomach was still fairly unsteady. While it may have been my second time being eaten, that didn’t mean I was anywhere near used to the experience of riding around in a giant stomach.

Thankfully the trip to my bedroom didn’t last long and was completely uneventful. Once I heard the sound of the door clicking shut behind us, I let out a relieved sigh. “Is it okay if I sit down?” Beel asked tentatively.

A little smile formed on my face. Beel was so considerate and sweet. It was definitely a different experience being in his stomach than in Mammon’s. Aside from Beel’s far more mindful behavior, his stomach was also significantly bigger than Mammon’s had been. Of course that wasn’t surprising. He was the Avatar of Gluttony after all.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” I replied with a light chuckle.

My environment creased slightly, signalling that Beelzebub had gone ahead and taken a seat. I myself took a seat at the bottom of the stomach, reclining slightly. Feeling much more confident that I would make it out of this situation alive, I allowed myself to relax a little bit. To be honest, being inside someone’s stomach was kind of comfy in its own weird way. I had gotten one of the best night’s sleep I’d had in awhile when I’d spent the night with Mammon. Of course, I would never admit that. Mammon’s head was already big enough as it was.

“Hey, Y/N?” I could feel Beel tracing patterns on the outside of his stomach as he spoke. “You know that I don’t, you know, just see you as food, right?” There was nervousness in his voice, as well as a large dose of guilt. He clearly hadn’t forgiven himself for what he’d done despite me having already given my forgiveness.

I paused for a moment. All seven of the demon brothers viewing me as tasty in some capacity was something I had accepted a while ago. I had forged friendships with them knowing that fact. At the start, the only thing keeping any of them from eating me had been my status as an exchange student. However, I believed things had changed. I couldn’t imagine any of the brothers intentionally trying to bring harm to me anymore. Even Belphegor had gone from wanting to kill me to being a close friend.

So maybe they all still secretly imagined eating me. It didn’t matter. Because I was convinced that none of them would put that desire before my wellbeing--so long as they were in their right mind of course. “Don’t worry, I know,” I reassured the demon.

“You’re sure?” Beel asked uncertainly. “Because I know I always talk about how delicious you look, and I ask if I can eat you sometimes--”

“Hey, I get it...well I sort of do anyway,” I said. “Humans are usually on the demon menu. I suppose it’s normal for you to want to eat us.” I added with a shrug.

I tried to imagine the situation from the demon perspective. To put it into human terms, I had to guess it would be like having a delectable ice cream sundae walking around and talking. I definitely wouldn’t feel comfortable eating a sentient ice cream...but that was beside the point.

“That doesn’t make what I did okay,” Beel stated firmly.

I sighed. “Well no, but like I said, that wasn’t really you.” I didn’t care that he wanted to eat me when he was in his right mind. All that mattered to me was that he didn’t actually do it.

It seemed likely that Beel would try to argue with me, but he didn’t get the chance before I heard the bedroom door opening. “Alright, let’s get Y/N outta there!” Mammon announced.

#shall we vore #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t vore #soft vore

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moons-and-stars-and-shit · 4 years

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Hi hi can i request a cake with haikyuu bois??

Pronouns, sexuality: she/her, straight

Appearance: 160cm, dark dirty blonde hair with black roots and I wear a black glasses, love wearing skirts and dresses, eyes colour is really really dark brown which only noticeable if that person is standing 1cm in front of me

Mbti, horoscope: ISFP-T, pisces

Personality: cold to new people but wild and weird around close friends, always act tough and bottle up my feelings but actually very sensitive and cry baby, independent hence I'm always too afraid to ask for help, stubborn and determined, kinda bit tsundere but can get very very clingy in a relationship, hot-headed/short-tempered, don't do well in stressful situation and will try to run away from it but I'm trying to change that, get shy and awkward and cringe at myself easily even if it's just me having a music jamming session all by myself

Hobbies: listen to songs, play video games or watch esport tournaments or pro players stream, sometimes shopping cuz i like fashion related stuffs

Random facts: very picky eater, always rage in video games and scream at my teammate who ruin my game but not to my friends, have a very cliche dream of visiting Musee de Louvre, MOMA, and the Van Gogh Museum in Netherlands, have a weird habit of crunching ice lmaoo

Values I look for in a partner: loyalty, sweet and caring, protective/dominance, able to accpet every part of me because I tend to change myself in a relationship if that means they will like me more

Thank you for answering my request!

🍰 for @lhlj

Romantic Matchup

Bokuto Koutarou

How yall met

you were a third year who had just decided to become a volleyball manager

So he knew you on that level

But he never actually KNEW you

You always seemed too blunt to conversate with

And you never really asked for help with anything

So he just never really made the effort to talk to you

Then one day he walked into practice and saw you talking to akaashi

Wait....

Were you smiling?

Omg your laughing now?????

Now that he thinks about it he has never seen you laugh before

After you left he ran up to akaashi

“Akaashi how did you get y/n to talk to you”

Akaashi looked at him like he just asked if the sky was blue

‘Oh you won't believe it, it's almost like i went up to her and just said some words” 😐

We stan sassy akaashi

No way it had always been that easy to talk to you

Right?

He decided to test his theory when he saw you struggling to grab the net from the storage closet

“Hey y/n you need some help there?”

Oh hey bokuto yeah if you could help that would be great”

Omg

It really HAD been that easy to talk to you

If he'd known how easy it was he would've tried befriending you MONTHS ago!

Well there's no time like the present am i right

He was shocked to see how differently you acted around people you're comfortable with

He always took you as a bit of a shy person

But turns out your even goofier than he was

And you were actually a really interesting person

Like he never knew that you wanted to go to the Netherlands!

And you were just so cool,and funny,and kind and-

Bokuto-san, you have a crush on them”

Huh?

No way

You were just his friend!

His really pretty friend that he couldn't stop thinking about`

Omg he had a crush on you…

It took him a couple of weeks to find the courage to tell you how he felt

Then one day he offered to walk you home after practice because he wanted to talk to you

So you agreed and started walking

Bokuto seemed off to say the least

Actually now that you think about it

He's been acting pretty weird for about a month or so

“Hey Bo you doing alr-”

“I have a crush on you y/n”

After he registered what he just said his face turned DARK red

“Ok gotta go bye”

“Wait Bo, i like you too”

I beg your pardon

You?

Liked him back?

Omg he could not be happier!

When you walked into the gym hand and hand the next day the whole team was just like

Omg about time 🙄

What they love about you

He loves how independent you are

He truly believes you can do whatever you put your mind to

However

He does wish you weren't so hesitant to ask for help when you really needed it

He's your boyfriend now!

If you ever need ANYTHING he'll be there for you

So pls pls pls ask him for help when you need it

He loves that your a dreamer

After you told him about your dream to visit places in the Netherlands

Bb boy started saving any extra cash he got in a jar

He will save up for YEARS if it means he can make your dream come true

Omg he LOVES how clingy you can get

We all know this boys love language is physical touch

So whenever you want to cuddle he literally ZOOMS to get pillows blankets and snacks

Yalls cuddle sessions are *chefs kiss*

Favorite things to do together

Honestly he just loves to spend time with you

So anything

Literally anything

You wanna play videogames all day? Bet

You wanna go to the mall all day and shop? Where's his wallet

You just wanna stay home and chill all day? Great! Anything for you

Random Hc

This man SPOILS. YOU. ROTTEN

If you so much as make the COMMENT about liking something in the store

Expect it to be in your hands the very next day

He actually was able to save up enough money to take you on your dream trip

You guys both went the summer after you graduated

One time he saw you just eating ice

And he was like “ooh let me try”

The second he put it in his mouth “ouch that's too cold :((((“

Yall have karaoke nights

It's basically you just putting songs on a speaker and jamming out while cooking dinner or sum

Astrology

Pisces + Virgo

Compatibility 88%

Virgo and Pisces represent the axis of the exaltation and fall of both Venus and Mercury.

This makes them partners with greatest challenges and the greatest potential for love in the entire zodiac.

They need to find a fine balance of rationality and emotions, each one individually and together through their relationship.

In many cases this is not a couple that will last very long, as their mutable quality makes them changeable enough to disregard the entire relationship quickly if they aren’t satisfied.

They need to realize that perfection they seek might not be presented in the form they expect. If they stay together for long enough to understand the benefits of their contact, they might discover that the love between them is the only true love they could find in this lifetime.

Overall Aesthetic

Surreal Dreamer

Songs-

Sunflower (Rez Orange County)

3 am (HONNE)

Little talks (Of Monsters and Men)

Out of my league (Fitz and the Tantrums)

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fandom #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu matchups #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto #bokuto koutarou x y/n #bokuto koutarou x reader

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khoicesbyk · 4 years

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The Royal Romance.

Second Chance Romance.

A/N: I’ve decided to go into my own little TRR/TRH world and create an AU. This will be fun! So; Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Explicit. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Leo Rys and Hana Lee | All Characters and names: (except MC and certain original characters, created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 2,000 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Prompt Time! Using @wackydrabbles prompt 70: “Not everything is a joke.” It will be in bold in black.

Tag List: @lifeaskim @texaskitten30 @glaimtruelovealways @kingliam2019 @txemrn @pixie88 @choicesfannatalie @lucy-268 @bebepac @choicesficwriterscreations @wackydrabbles

I AM UNAPOLOGETICALLY NSFW! READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY!

If you’d like to be added to my tag list. Just reblog or DM me and I will gladly add you! 😁😘

This is a fun side story that I decided to write. I hope you enjoy the pairing.

Chapter 12.) About Last Night.

Leo Rys has always done his own thing and lived life by his own rules. He enjoys the freedom to go where he wants, when he wants and for however long he wants. With him no longer Crown Prince of Cordonia, he wasn’t beholden to the responsibility, commitment and weight that the crown carries. To him, that life was more a living nightmare than a dream come true.

Having the lives of Cordonia and all her people in his hands scared him. Which is why he told his father that the crown should go to his younger brother, Marquise. Marquise would be a far better king than Leo could ever hope to be. And he was right.

No matter where his new nomadic life took him, Leo always made sure to come home from time to time. Especially when there was a ball or party being thrown. Like the party for the debut of his soon to be sister in law, Duchess Shanelle Dawkins of Volterias.

The party was great. The drinks were flowing like a river. The people were mixing and mingling. And the dancing was on point. But the best part about the night is that he was home. Even though he was no longer Crown Prince, Cordonia is still in his heart and is still home. And he is home to celebrate his brother and future sister in law.

But that night wouldn’t go the way he’d plan it to go.

After catching up with old friends, rivals and several old flames, Leo was sitting at the bar going on his third whiskey neat, when he saw Hana. She was being tortured by Ambassador Kennett and his endless yapping. Whether it was about politics or worse his penchant for golfing, fishing, hunting or his vintage 1956 Roadster, the man NEVER knows when to shut up. So he had to rescue her from him.

He Interrupted their conversation and successfully saved her from a fate worse than death. And to make sure that they weren’t followed by the ambassador, he took her out on the dance floor. It might’ve been the alcohol in his system but, he noticed how petite and pretty she was. And that she was blushing.

“Maybe she…nah I’m not her type.” He thought to himself as they danced.

After dancing to song after song, Hana’s were getting sore so he suggested that they take a break and go for a walk. When she agreed to a walk, they took a stroll to his favorite side courtyard in the whole palace. It was one designed by Marquise’s mother Eleanor. She would sneak him and Marquise out of their lessons, just to spend time with them there. So it’s always been one of his favorite places to go to.

They sat down on a bench and talked about what their lives were like growing up. What they saw themselves doing in 10-20 years. And what his favorite destinations to visit were. And for her, he was something she never expected. He’s funny. He’s got a great smile. She loved his soft baby blue eyes. And he’s quite the accomplished dancer. She had never had a crush on someone but she felt like she was developing a crush on him.

“How about another drink?” He asks her.

“Haven’t you had enough to drink Leo?” She asked with a teasing smirk.

“Nooooo! Besides I got this killer bottle of tequila that I got in Guadalajara back in my room, that I’m dying to open. Soooo…pretty please?” He asks her, while batting his eyelashes. It made her giggle when he asked.

“Okay. I’m curious about this bottle you have.” She replies.

“Sweet! Follow me m’lady.” He says as he offers her his arm. When they got to his room, Hana was impressed by the size.

“You got one of the bigger rooms in the palace!” She says to him.

“Perks of being part of The Royal Family. I still get to be spoiled even though I abdicated the throne. Dad made sure that I got my favorite bedroom.”

“I’m glad that you and him are close.”

He sat down on the bench at the end of his bed before he spoke.

“Ohhh yeah. He was more disappointed than angry about me abdicating. He was hoping that me becoming king would mellow me out. But if anything it made me hate the throne even more. Which is why I don’t envy my younger brother. He bears the weight of an entire nation. Their expectations, their fears, their anger, their frustration and especially their judgement. I didn’t want that life for myself. I saw what it did to my dad. How it changed him. Made his paranoia even worse than it was before mom’s death.”

“So that’s why you left?” She asks as she sits next to him.

“Yes. Because, I was never meant to be a king. It wasn’t in my heart nor was it something that I wanted to do. I have a temper. Marquise has temperament. He always wanted the throne but, because of hierarchy and the rules behind it, the throne went to me. And believe me Hana, it wasn’t an easy nor overnight decision for me to come to. I knew I’d be disappointing my dad and leaving Marquise to bear the unbearable burden of the crown, but I just knew I’d never be the king that Cordonia desperately needed.” He replied.

Talking to her made him face some of the demons he’d been running from.

“Thank you for sharing that with me, Leo.”

“Nah. It’s the alcohol. My dad calls it my truth serum. Speaking of which! We got a bottle to open!”

He got up and walked to his suitcase and pulled out a bottle of golden tequila.

“May I introduce to you the finest tequila in all the lands? This is Dioses del sol y de la tierra. It is the best tequila I have ever had!” He said as he introduced her to the bottle.

She just shook her head and giggled.

“Let the shots begin m’lady!”

They drank, danced and laughed together. Hana wasn’t like Madeleine. She was a nightmarish robot who was after the crown. She was pure, wholesome, beautiful and sweet. And an absolute joy to be around. Especially when she was drunk.

“I have never had this much fun ever!” She drunkenly squealed.

“I sure have! I have it all the time!” He said to her.

“Of course you have! You’re freeeeee!”

“You gotta try it sweetheart! Freedom is the best medicine for the soooouuuul!”

Hana took a swig from the bottle then spun around but lost her footing and would’ve fallen if Leo hadn’t caught her.

“Whoa! Noble lady overboard!” He said as he caught her.

“Wheeeeeeeeee!” Hana said with a giggle.

With the bottle finally gone, the pair were sitting on his bed giggling at each other.

“Oh my God! Leo! This was soooooo much fun!”

“Yeah I know. We gotta do it again the next time I come home!”

They started laughing at each other again.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re very very handsome?” She asked him.

“Not really. The ladies usually go for my brother.” He replies.

“Well I think you’re really handsome.”

“That’s the tequila talking. But it’s a good joke.”

“Not everything is a joke, Leo.”

“You’re serious?” He asks her. She nodded her head yes.

“Ohhh…so if I kissed you, you wouldn’t be mad?” He asked. She shook her head no.

“Ohhh well in that case…” he trailed off before kissing her. The kiss was sloppy at first but got hot and heavy fast. When the kiss came to an end, they were breathless.

“Woooooow!” He said to her.

“Was it bad?” She asked.

“Hell no! As a matter of fact, I’d like to do it again.”

“Fine by me.”

He pulled her into his lap as he kissed her again. Her skin was smooth. Her lips are soft and supple. She tasted like tequila. Not that he was complaining about it. There was something about Hana that he couldn’t get enough of. With his arms around her petite frame he deepened their kiss. One thing is for sure, Leo is no slouch when it comes to kissing. He broke their kiss to look in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Hana. I shouldn’t have done that.” He said to her.

“No you shouldn’t have. But I’m glad you did.” She replies. Every ounce of shyness Hana had was replaced with lust thanks to all the drinking they were doing.

“Is this about to go where I think it is?” He asks her.

“I wouldn’t mind.” She replied.

With that he kissed her again, harder and deeper than before. They were blissfully drunk and horny for one another. He trailed kisses from her jaw to her neck. Eliciting a sound that was a mix of soft moan and a gasp. They made quick work of getting each other out of their clothes. She was beautiful to him and he was hot to her.

He resumed kissing her neck with his hands all over her. When his hands reached her nipples, he ran his thumbs over them making them harden under his touch. She couldn’t help but moan when he touched her. He kept rubbing her nipples and sucking on her neck He let one hand travel lower between her legs. When he reached her center, she was warm. But he was about to make her hot.

He began using his fingers to circle her clit and play with her entrance. The sensation was causing her to grind against his fingers. He wanted her soaking wet for him. Thankfully it didn’t take long for that to happen. When she wanted more, she groaned impatiently.

“I guess that means you want more.” He whispered in her ear.

“Yes! Yes!” She moaned.

He took that as a cue then grabbed a condom out of his wallet and put it on. When he turned back to look at Hana, he was in awe. She really was beautiful naked. She bit her bottom lip as she looked at him. With a crook of her finger she beckoned him to her. With a sly grin he went to her. He climbed on top of her with lust in his eyes and a question on his lips.

“Are you ready?” He asks.

“Hell yeah!” She replied.

She didn’t know what to expect when it came to sex with Leo. But if anything she wasn’t expecting him to be big. But when he entered her, she found out that she was wrong. He was well endowed. He went slow to allow her muscles to get used to him being inside her. She moaned impatiently because she wanted him to fuck her.

Taking that as another cue from her, Leo found his groove and began to really fuck her. Every thrust from him was fast and hard. He was going deep inside then coming almost all the way out, just to slam back into her. Her moans, groans, cries of pleasure, shrieks and whimpers were fuel to him so he would keep going.

He had one hand on the headboard behind her to steady himself and the other rubbing her clit. He wants her to explode with him. The stimulation from him sent her over the edge and crashing into her orgasm. Feeling her muscles squeeze his length sent him to the moon. He emptied himself into the condom then passed out with her.

When Leo woke up later, he was hungover and pretty sure he’d just had in a weird dream that involved him and sex with Hana. The dream became reality, when he saw the empty tequila bottle and the used condom. That’s when he looked over and saw Hana passed out next to him.

“Oh shit! This is VERY bad!” He muttered, before grabbing his phone and texting the person he knew to text: His brother Marquise.

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biotchthatmeows · 3 years

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#tw #suicideawarness #triggering #depression #suicide #substanceabuse

Ah! So suicide awareness month eh. Well I don't know where to burst out exactly because people don't really care about it but ok let's try it here at good ol' Tumblr.

So, where I live we don't have any suicide helpline or any awareness programs or anything at all regarding mental health. I mean don't get me wrong we would adapt western media full fledge when it's Valentine's Day or some other ridiculous thing but no one wants to talk about suicide because it doesn't bring trp and people are already sad and I agree it's true.

But we gotta talk about suicide, man, come on. I am sorry but at least I think I should.

I have never really openly said it but I have given hints many times. But I am openly saying it that I suffer from very severe depression and anxiety plus Bipolar personality disorder. Which means I am either going through maniac episode or depressive episode almost everyday (you can Google them).

And yes, I have tried to kill myself multiple times. And turns out like most things in my life I am not really good at it. Since, I am writing this. Which is why whoever is reading this, I am taking your time (thanks btw).

I was always a little different since my childhood as compared to others. I liked being alone a lot and writing things instead of talking to a person. Because whenever I tried to make a friend I would do something wrong and they go away. So, at one point I stopped trying and I realized something that people around me dont really like me.

Even my teachers kind of didn't like me because I would just randomly ask the most peculiar questions. For example when we were reading *book spoiler* George Orwell's 1984, everyone in the class was worried for the hero when he was being tortured but I asked or told my teacher that 'okay so, his fear for the mouse was bigger than the love for the girl and it okay to betray her?' and everyone was like that was not the point. I am sorry, I got districted and I am sure most people wouldn't get the reference.

Anyway, my point is that I always had and have questions about things when people should keep their mouth shut. At least one shouldn't questioned these things.

But that is still the thing with me, when you or someone makes a prominent statement there should be a reason or at least an explanation behind it but I was called blasphemous for questioning them. And that was fine with me but calling me blasphemous didn't get you out of the position of not able to justify your statement.

So, throughout my life I was called many things, spoiled, brat, weird, drama queen, actress, attention seeker. I can go on and on.

I don't know about rest of the names but I am pretty sure I wasn't spoiled. My parents were never the type to hand over the money because you asked for it. They were kind of people who wouldn't even give you money even when you actually need and beg for it. They would give you the thing instead that you need the money for or you don't get it at all for example school picnics and events or the bag you really really wanted.

So, well when you don't get things. You eventually start doing bad things such lying a lot and stealing stuff. And it keeps growing and growing and even though deep down you know how wrong you are but then you don't know how to stop because you are getting things you want.

Okay, off the topic again. What I am trying to say that I was maybe lot of things that people said but I wasn't spoiled. I was physically abused and eventually realize mentally abused too. And things weren't really okay with me. I won't take it like most people do.

My brain wouldn't stop thinking about them and I was becoming more and more irrational as days goes by. And I was thinking what if I was dead and that would make things lot more easier for me and the people around me.

Eventually, that idea became more and more intense and growing around I always heard people say that if a person kills themself they would never be forgiven and it was the greatest sin ever.

But then those people would also say that not praying is the greatest sin and you won't be forgiven for that ever.

And then not believing in one God is also the biggest is of all sin and you won't be forgiven for that ever.

And then saying hurtful things to people is also the biggest sin and you won't forgiven until that person forgives you.

So, which one was the biggest sin? All of them? Because then those same people would say that God would forgive you for all your sins if you repent and because God is most forgiving. Even more forgiving then your own mother.

So, my curious brain once again started asking questions. For which again I was told that I shouldn't because it was wrong and blasphemy.

Meanwhile, my mental health was decling day after day but no one really noticed because in our society their is no such thing as mental health. Either you are crazy or lazy, hey that rhymes.

I was pretty much deemed both.

Mostly, lazy but then there is a solution for that in our society for as well. Get married! Tada! Because when you are married it fixes everything! And anything.

It shouldn't come as a surprise that I obviously despiced the marriage thing. Because I knew I couldn't do it.

Someone who can barely keep themself put together, cannot handle the responsibility of the marriage and of course I wasn't interested in anyone. I mean of course I had crushes and stuff but unlike most girls/women my age I never went as far as thinking about marriage all the time. Which was happening at that time all around me.

People were keen to get married or getting married.

And I don't know why people thought it's about time I should get married too and everytime the situation like that came along I would have the worst kind of panic attacks. I couldn't eat or drink or sleep and I had to fight and fight to make the situation go away.

But you can't win every time now, can you? Eventually, I was forced into getting engaged and I can't explain how horrible each second for me during that time was. But once got lucky enough get out of it and it was happiest day of entire life. Well just for me of course. Everyone around me was pretty bumped but I was selfish because I got out of it.

And the worst part of the whole thing that bugged me was that guy was honestly horrible. He called me fat and then his family came around to inspect me like a cattle because my family told them I wasn't fat. What a wonderful thing to your child. Really helped my self esteem.

He couldn't even spell aunty right. Yeah he wrote 'unty' and apparently his parents bragged he went and study in Australia. So, if Australians wrote aunty like that, then I suppose I was being a little judgy.

Anyhow, I was so relieved. It was like I could breathe again. But obviously it wasn't the end of it.

Things like that don't don't just end for people in our society. Situations like that kept happening and my parents was getting desperate at this point because duh! I was growing old and who would marry an old girl even when like they 10 years older her.

During the period of my engagement my mental health was at its worse and it was getting worse everyday. I was constantly having panic attacks and one day out pity I was finally taken to the doctor not a psychologist or psychiatrist but just a normal doctor.

Lucky for me that guy prescribed a magical pill which fixed everything, for a while and I loved it. The minute I would take that pill everything would become normal. I would even stopped caring about the engagement thing till that pill lasted.

I didn't know at first what it was but then I figured it out and I would go out buy shit ton of them because it fixed things for a while.

In short I was addicted to vallium and then I found out there are other pills like that such as Xanax and plenty of other and as long as I had money no one cared who they selling these pills too and it wasn't like I was buying them from some shady person. I was actually buying them from legit pharmaceutical shops.

So, whenever situations like those came around or at that any other point I faced problems I would take those pills but then I realized that eventually that they stopped working so I increased the doses for them to work and the doses increased and increased. At one point I was taking a box each day just for a moment of calm. And years went by and so did the amount of pills I was literally throwing my whole month of salary on them.

Then my family finally noticed that something was off because I never had money and I wasn't exactly

buying anything so where was the money going? Also I was sleeping a lot and starting to forget things which was pretty out character for me.

I was confronted and given an ultimatum. So, for a week or more I think I didn't take any pills but then I was taking them for years now and you are not supposed to suddenly stop them. But I didn't know that at that time.

And that was my first attempt to kill myself. But then things happen, bad things, and they kept happening and happening. Finally came a point where no one was to stop me from taking pills or trying to kill myself.

By then I had committed multiple attempts to kill myself. I was self harming long before that but after that it had gotten much worse. And my last attempt was this year but instead of dying I went into a seizure which lasted 48 hours and even after that I wasn't able move my tounge properly and certain part of my body for a month.

That was the first time I was scared of suicide. Because I was not able to do anything on my own. I bit tounge so hard that it bled and broke a teeth. It worse than dying.

I was finally taken to the hospital and a real psychiatrist who finally diagnosed me with my illness.

Yet still, some people think I make things up because I did them in the past but that shit was real and anyone who say I act crazy to get attention, then I swear to you that you wouldn't wish that condition on your worst enemy.

Talking about all this wasn't to let my heart out or anything. I just want to tell you and anyone who understands to realise that mental illness is very very real and it's a nightmare that doesn't go away. That only problem it is not visible like other diseases. It's just like having a cancer but imagine you can't see that cancer.

And being suicidal is not a joke, no one wants to end their lives on purpose. Everyone wants to live.

But just think for a moment from prespective of the person that their brain had been through enough that it thought that life is not worth living anymore. And if it's a sin then they are ready to go to hell because imagine life being worse than hell.

I know this is already a really long post but I needed to bring this up because recently I was having conversation with colleagues about what we should about suicide awareness month and I was like maybe make post to empathize with people who go through this horrible rough path but my colleagues suggested that they should put this religious script which says that anyone commits suicide will never be forgiven and will forever be in hell.

And this was coming from the person who doesn't pray at all. I was like what about you? I wasn't judging him. I was like so you won't go to hell and be there forever?

And he was like I will be forgiven but people who commits suicide they will not be. And he was so confident that he even said that you will see on the day of judgment that people who didn't pray will be eventually forgiven but there is no way for people who had committed suicide to be forgiven.

And I was like okay, wow! Because there is literally no point with arguing or trying to make people like them understand because they won't. And I know many, actually forget many but most people would agree with him. Because they don't even accept mental illness as illness at all and if you are sad/depressed you must not be praying or need to pray more.

But, I pray for those ignorants who make fun of mental illness and suicide and call it attention seekers or actors when it is desperate cry for help.

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winterironspiderling · 4 years

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Here is Starker with #85 “Can you come get me?” @fogdog1738

This prompt kind of got away from me and turned into a public relationship reveal? Hope you like it!

Summary: Peter is 17 and dating Tony already, but they have to keep it a secret. Flash gets under Peter’s skin at Decathlon practice which prompts him to ask Tony to come get him. Tony doesn’t just wait for Peter in the car...

Nobody at school knew Peter was Spider-Man and much more than the nerdy teenager they presumed him to be. He didn’t play sports or react to the bullying anymore than he’d used to, even though he could be an all-star and beat anyone up who crossed his path if he wanted. Sometimes it was hard not to let his strength come out when Flash got in his face.

He was struggling more than usual during Decathlon practice when a question had come up about the Avengers and the Accords. It was already a touchy subject for him because he’d experienced the fight firsthand, and it would’ve been touchy for him anyway because of Tony’s involvement. Long before the man had ever recruited him, and before they’d started dating, Peter had been a fan and supporter.

“Oh, ask Penis all about this,” Flash mocked. “He knows all the Avengers. Isn’t that right?”

Peter rolled his eyes. All because Ned had outed him for knowing Spider-Man via the Stark Internship. He wasn’t mad at his friend for it since he couldn’t blame him for wanting to talk about something so cool, but it was inconvenient. Now it was another thing Flash could tease him about.

“Come on, Parker,” Flash pressed. “Name who was Team Cap and who was Team Iron Man. You’re bff’s with Spidey, so you already know that one, and I’ll give you a hint about another person on the team...it’s in the name. Starts with I. Two words.”

“Would you just shut up?“ Peter blurted.

Even Flash looked a little surprised at his reaction before his face turned even more smug. Getting a reaction was just what he’d wanted. Usually Peter could resist, but not about this.

“Did I hit a sore spot?”

Peter got up from his place at the table next to Mr. Harrington who was no help as usual besides saying, “settle down,” halfheartedly.

“Cap hit Iron Man in his sore spot,” Flash continued. “What else happened in Germany? Tell us. Since you’re the expert.”

“That’s enough, Flash,” Mr. Harrington said. “Peter can’t say anything even if he did know. Probably part of a confidentiality agreement with Stark Industries. Ohh, that’s a good question. I’m gonna write that down.”

Peter glared at Flash, fists balled at his side before he composed himself, grabbed his backpack and left the room. There was no point in giving into Flash’s attempts. It wouldn’t get him anywhere, and if it came down to a fistfight, Peter didn’t want to accidentally kill him. Sometimes it was tempting to tell everyone the truth about his identity just to get them to shut up, but he shouldn’t have to do that. Telling everyone that he was Spider-Man to get Flash to stop didn’t feel like a win. It would be better if Flash found out after high school was done. Let him regret unknowingly making a complete fool of himself in front of his favourite superhero.

Peter wasn’t in the mood to walk home or to wait around for May to pick up the phone, so he called Happy. Of course it went straight to voicemail because no matter how much he and the man bonded, Happy was still a dick.

“Happy, pick up pick up pick up pick up pick up,” Peter groaned into the phone. “I could be dying.”

Peter pressed the end call button in frustration. What good was having a driver on call if he never answered. Just like May whose cell phone was a complete waste since she always forgot she had it. Typical.

“Whatever, guess I’m walking.”

His phone lit up with Tony’s picture and played his special ringtone.

“Hello?”

“Oh good, you’re not dead,” Tony responded.

“Hey,” Peter said. “Not yet.”

“What’s up?”

“I’m at school.”

“Is that the full problem?” Tony wondered.

Peter sighed. “It’s just Flash again. I sort of left practice early.”

“I’m getting sick of hearing about him.”

“Sorry.”

Tony huffed. “Not because you’re telling me. Because there should be nothing to tell.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Peter said. “Anyway, that’s all. I was just calling Happy for a ride, but I’m gonna walk, unless... Uhm, can you come get me?” Peter knew it was a lot to ask. Tony was a busy man and had better things to do than come pick him up from school. Even though they were together now, it wasn’t like Tony could be seen lurking around a high school for no reason.

Peter expected it to be a no.

“I’ll be there in ten,” Tony said.

“Really?” Peter asked, voice equal parts grateful and shocked.

“I’d do anything for you,” Tony said easily.

Peter blushed on his end.

“Now do me a favour and go back to practice.”

“What? Why?”

“Leaving because of that idiot sets a bad precedent.”

“Fine.”

“Bye,” Tony said. The call disconnected.

Peter wasn’t happy about going back into practice, but Tony was right. He couldn’t just run away every time Flash said something stupid, or he wouldn’t be able to spend a full day at school.

“Welcome back, Peter,” Mr. Harrington said.

Ned smiled at him. “Sorry, man. Don’t listen to Flash. He’s a jerk.”

“It’s fine,” Peter decided. “Practice is almost over anyway, no point in missing the last ten minutes.”

“Well, well, well, look who came back for more,” Flash jeered.

Peter ignored him. He felt a lot better knowing that in ten minutes he could walk out of the school and get in Tony’s car. It was almost worth Flash getting on his nerves if it meant he had an excuse to see Tony.

Peter settled into his chair and waited for MJ to continue with the questions.

Yet another question about the Accords came up, and Flash looked pointedly at Peter while he answered it.

“Wrong.”

Peter didn’t have to turn to know who that was. He knew the voice, and everyone’s identical expressions of shock told him it was someone important.

“Mr. Stark. Iron Man, oh my God,” Flash said.

Peter wanted to laugh at his classmate’s shaky voice. He almost felt bad since he knew that reaction well.

Mr. Harrington got out of his chair. “Sir, it’s an honour.”

“Thanks,” Tony said, striding up to the group.

Peter shook his head at the display even though it was admittedly awesome that Tony was here doing this.

“Hey, Pete.” Tony walked over and put a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“Wait, you know him?” Flash asked. “For real?”

Tony narrowed his eyes. “Peter’s my boyfriend. Course I know him.”

Peter didn’t feel so smug anymore. His face burned. What the fuck? Since when was Tony planning this? They were supposed to be keeping it a secret.

“You’re joking, right?” Flash’s mouth hung open.

The only people who didn’t look quite so shocked were MJ and Ned since they knew, but everyone else looked like they were about to pass out from the drama. A few kids looked disgusted, and a few looked envious.

“Tony, what the hell?” Peter muttered. He’d wanted Tony to make a public display like this since they’d gotten together, but he’d also completely understood why that was impossible. But for Tony to show up like this without even warning him of his plans?

Peter could tell Tony was sheepish and maybe second guessing his choice, but only because he knew him well. To everyone else, Tony looked the same as he always did.

“Nope, definitely not joking,” Tony said with a smirk.

Flash looked like he was going to blow a gasket which Peter had to admit he enjoyed. This hadn’t gone down the way he’d imagined it, but he was still pleased.

When they got to the car, Tony immediately turned him. “Don’t be mad. I--”

“Tony, I cannot believe you just did that.”

Tony grimaced. “I should’ve told you I was going to, but, Pete. You have much better self control than I do.”

“How do you figure?”

“You’ve been flying under the radar, letting him pick on you to save him the embarrassment. I took one look at him and wanted to shut his entire life down. Stick it to him.”

“On your behalf, of course,” Tony added. “Now he knows you’re with me, and that’s that.”

“What happened to keeping it a secret, though. Until I was out of high school?”

“I don’t know,” Tony admitted. “If you’re not mad, I’m not mad.”

“It’s gotta be all over the internet. The whole world probably knows by now,” Peter guessed.

“Oh it does. Friday’s in my ear about it right now,” Tony agreed with a guilty smile.

Peter sighed.

“Say something. Please,” Tony urged.

“I don’t know,” Peter said. “I’m good with this. Not mad, I mean. It’s nice to have one less secret to keep.”

“Good.”

Peter nodded. “Anyway, thanks for coming to pick me up.”

“Sorry it came with a side of drama.”

“I knew what I was getting into with you,” Peter joked. “You’re a drama king.”

“True,” Tony agreed. “Next time we’ll talk about it first, so I don’t surprise you.”

“That would be nice.”

“By the way. Why didn’t you call me first?” Tony asked. “Was I last resort?”

Peter looked at him like he was crazy. “I didn’t want to bug you.”

“Peter, you’re literally a spider. It’s your job to bug me.”

Peter laughed. “I don’t know...you’re busy, and we were supposed to be hiding this, so...”

“Have there been times when you didn’t call?” Tony asked, affronted.

“Maybe.”

“Okay, now I really hate that kid,” Tony said. “And myself too.”

“It’s fine.”

Tony shook his head. “Now it’s out in the open, and you have no reason not to call me. Okay? For anything. You call me first.”

Peter nodded.

Tony looked happy

“So where are we going?” Peter asked.

“Would you hate me if I said Pepper wants a press conference?”

“No. I couldn’t hate you.”

Tony beamed. “You spoil me.”

#starker #haha sheepish big mouth Tony is the best #and it's canon #he really is a drama king

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inspired-by-the-music · 4 years

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For You: 4 O’Clock

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Epilogue: Part 1

1. No Longer

My heart is lighter than air as I mount the stairs after reading my story, my soul, to Mom and Lucas. I tuck the notebook beneath the blankets on the side of the bed closest to the window, the side that Taemin always fills. Then, I walk into the cold-tiled bathroom to shower and wash myself of all past pains, all past shames, all past fears.

Stepping into a set of canary yellow pajamas that I haven’t worn in years (because they were lost to my Rugrats phase), I decide that I will embrace life’s changes. I will no longer be afraid, and I will no longer cling to the shadows, and I will follow Taemin into the light, and there—

“No,” I correct myself as I meet my reflection after wiping the fog from the mirror. Nobody ever grows in the blink of an eye. No change forced into a single breath ever lasts past the exhale.

So why— why do I keep trying to rush myself?

I have to learn patience. More than anyone else, I should understand my fears and hesitations. If I can’t treat myself with compassion, then who will? As much as I love Taemin— which is far too much to quantify with mere words even if I write in every empty notebook filling the bookshelf— can I rely on him to love me into the person I was born to be? Should I?

I don’t know, I answer as I lay myself down to catch up on hours or lifetimes of lost sleep. I don’t know how much I should want or need Taemin’s love. But I do know how much I crave my own love. My own admiration.

It’s not that I desire my love alone; it’s just— there is no substitution for self-love. I want to meet my reflection, which I have avoided for years, with a smile for the rest of my life. The next time the wind blows, I do not want to question who I am, or who I was, or who I might grow to be.

As I close my eyes at Taemin’s texted request, I make a simple resolution that I will likely wrestle with for the rest of my days: be kinder to me. Write love letters to me. Count the stars in my eyes. Learn my virtues as well as I have memorized my vices. Love me.

Love me.

I will.

2. Touch

The door opens with a deafening BANG that stirs me from a deep sleep. Lucas’s warm breath hisses into my ear, “There’s a burglar in the house.”

As I bolt upright, he screams and I whimper. Our heads collide. While we rub at the maroon lumps swelling on our foreheads, I ask in a voice muddied by sleep, “What?” The word is unintelligible to my ears, but Lucas understands.

“There’s a burglar in the house!” He repeats, throwing my quilt onto the floor. “Come on! We gotta rescue Mom!”

Because I am tired enough to believe Lucas— or, more likely, I believe that my blissful dream about Taemin’s kisses has morphed into a bizarre nightmare— I obey. Rubbing the sleep out of my puffy eyes, I follow Lucas into the hallway. I run on the tips of my toes because the floor is frozen.

Bravery courses through my veins, warm and throbbing, when muffled voices from the kitchen reach my ears. Probably because I don’t feel awake, and therefore I am indestructible, I assert, “I should walk in front.” Lucas is shielding me with his bulky body. “You know, because I am a black belt in Taekwondo.”

“I am not letting you walk in front!” Lucas growls through gritted teeth, glaring at me over his shoulder. I don’t know what floods his mind with the delusion that he is the dominant one. I don’t know why he always forgets who the boss is (me). How many times do I have to remind him?

“Some lunatic is holding Mom hostage! I’m not losing you too!” Lucas swings a bat that I have not yet noticed. “Plus, I have the weapon!”

The bat nearly bashes and bloodies my nose, but I catch it and push it away, glaring. “You are a danger to yourself and others,” I tell him.

If my mother were being held captive downstairs (and my now awakened brain argues that she most likely is NOT), I would not trust Lucas to rescue her. That’s not entirely true. In a fairytale, Lucas would be one of those knights who fights evil with a pure heart, not with a sword. The only issue is that we don’t live in a fairytale. I wish we did, though.

Before Lucas can descend the first step, I grab the back of his shirt and use all my strength to hurl him behind me. With my hands raised defensively (in preparation for the unlikely worst-case scenario), I make it halfway down the stairs. Then Lucas, being an idiot, tackles me, and we tumble down the rest of the way.

It’s only through divine intervention that we don’t break any bones— namely, our necks. It’s only by an undeserved miracle that I don’t suffocate under the brunt impact of Lucas’s full weight.

While my face, which I had protected from the bat just moments ago, grinds into the floor, Mom laughs. (So, she is very clearly not in danger.) Lucas gasps, “Taemin?”

Great. The last person I want to catch me landing face-first at the foot of the stairs.

I lift my head to stare at him. Taemin. My Taemin.

He stands across from Mom at the kitchen island. His hands are reaching into a bag from some fast food place— McDonald’s, I think. His eyes are wide, glittering, and not blinking. His pretty pink lips are rounded into a perfect “o” shape.

Although embarrassment burns through my entire being, I do not try to hide my face. I cannot look away from Taemin. He is a dream come true breathing beside Mom. He is a dream come true wearing that hoodie he stole from my bag once upon a time in an American hotel room. He is a dream come true when his only makeup is the natural blush born on one cheek, crawling across the bridge of his nose, and pooling onto the other cheek.

He is beyond beautiful. He is beyond a dream come true. And I love him. I love him so much it hurts.

Or maybe loving Taemin doesn’t hurt at all. Maybe all that hurts is Lucas’s elbow digging into my back.

Snapping out of the drooling admiration of my boyfriend, I wheeze, “Get off, Lucas!” I only start to catch my breath when Lucas stands and I start to rub the aches out of my ribs.

Without helping me onto my feet or offering the briefest apology even as a formality, Lucas skips into the kitchen. I roll my eyes. Sometimes— rarely— Lucas is annoyingly inconsiderate. A lot of boys are, I guess. Dumb. As he plucks a fry out of the bag Taemin’s hand is lost in, Lucas asks, “What are you doing here?”

Taemin doesn’t answer, though, because his attention is fixed on me. He gawks at me, jaw hanging, as I walk into the kitchen. I do not wonder why he is staring, and I do not dare to match his gaze.

The cold air raises goosebumps on my arms, legs, and the thin strip of skin exposed between my shorts and cropped tank top. (The tank top, by the way, dons the main Rugrats characters, most notably baby Dil Pickles, AKA my favorite baby ever). This set of pajamas has always been reserved only for sleeping. Before Lucas dragged me out of bed to confront a non-existent burglar, I hadn’t worn it outside of my room because— well— it isn’t exactly comfortable or appropriate considering the rotating cast of characters (usually Lucas and Heechul) constantly roaming around the house.

Folding my arms over my exposed stomach, I try to hide my lower body behind Mom’s side of the island. The smile that I offer in the hopes of deterring her from noticing my attire is defective, of course. Mom’s eyes rake over me with an interest rivaling Taemin’s. Because he is enthralled by the overflowing McDonald’s bag, Lucas is the only person who isn’t ogling me. He has never really stared at me. Maybe that’s why we are best friends.

Pinching at both of my cheeks (as if they aren’t red enough already), Mom squeals, “You look adorable, Lei!” And I want to disappear.

Reaching across the counter-top to link his pinky with mine, Taemin winks. “I agree.” And I want to glare at him for flirting right in front of Mom. Except I don’t. Except I melt when I meet his eyes for a fleeting fragment of a second.

Ever my ally when it counts, Lucas draws attention away from me. He kicks at something on the side of the island he shares with Taemin. His eyebrows wiggle suggestively. “Is this your suitcase, Taemin? Planning to go somewhere?”

Finally, I can breathe. Taemin breaks his study of me to look at Lucas as he nods. “Yeah, that’s mine.” He steals my breath again when his eyes flicker between me and Mom with the question, “Is it okay if I take my things upstairs?”

Lucas stares at me with wide eyes. His mouth falls open. He wants to scream something like, “WHEN DID YOU PLAN TO TELL ME THAT WE ARE OFFICIALLY ACQUIRING A TAEMIN?” But he heeds my silent plea to, you know, not scream, so he bites down on his lips.

Of course, I had already uncovered Taemin’s plan to move in. I accepted it. More than that, I had been anticipating it. I had been dreaming about it— not that I ever would have divulged such a secret. However, I do not know how or even if he has gotten Mom’s permission.

She smiles when Taemin, Lucas, and I look to her for a response. It’s a genuine smile; the kind that etches faint dimples into her cheeks and lights her entire face. “Make yourself at home, Taemin!”

Mom’s lack of protest should be stunning, but it isn’t. She is the same woman who invited Lucas into our house for Christmas five years ago and allowed him to turn a guest room into his personal bedroom. She is the same woman who allowed Lucas to sleep under our roof after she started to suspect that we were dating. As a mother figure, Mom spoils Lucas rotten. As a manager, though, Mom has always set boundaries with him.

With Taemin— well, not even Mom is immune to his charms. She allowed him to share a room with me throughout the American tour. If (when) he asks, she will probably allow him to share a room with me throughout the European tour. Because she was so lax as a manager, it only makes sense that she should open the door to our home for him, too.

I think Mom has a superpower. She knows from a glance who to lock outside. She knows from a glance who to welcome with open arms and a smile. I’m glad that she uses that power to protect me. More than that, though, I am glad that she uses that power to nudge me toward happiness.

Emboldened by Mom’s grin, Taemin rounds the island. Smiling at me with his eyes and his lips, he catches me around the waist. His hands are so soft, so warm. Exactly what you would expect his touch to feel like. Heaven on earth. The kind of touch that pieced together a shattered flower in the garden.

Taemin’s smile pecks delicately at my forehead, right on the spot Lucas made red. It doesn't hurt anymore. “I brought some food if you’re hungry.”

Then, before I can thank him, Taemin’s smile pecks at my lips. Right in front of Mom and Lucas, who probably watch this scene from my notebook breathing and alive before their eyes. Taemin whispers, “I’ll be unpacking if you need me, baby.”

Before I can decide whether I enjoy melting into his touch with an audience, Taemin releases me from his embrace. He walks to the stairs and ascends, carrying his suitcase, and my breath, and my heart with him. My heart— he has been holding it carefully, mindfully, gracefully, and I— I just hope I haven’t been too careless with his.

As I watch Taemin until he fades from view, I resolve to be more careful. No— careful is the last thing I need to be. I should try to love him more openly. Fearlessly. I want to give him the love that he has given to me; I want to give him the love he has dreamed about.

Dreaming about the future, dreaming about right now, my legs turn to jelly. I lean into the island for stability and look from Mom to Lucas, wondering what they are thinking.

Do they think that Taemin is settling into my world too quickly? Would they believe me if I told them that Taemin and I have been together in lifetimes past? Would they consider me a fool, a stranger, for believing in something like that? Do they think that I am a fool for wanting this life— for wanting Taemin— so badly?

I wish I didn’t care. I wish my mind wouldn’t twist into these labyrinths that I have only recently learned to navigate through with pen and paper. More than anything, I wish I could be like Taemin: too devoted to the idea of destiny to search for outside approval.

Soon, I tell myself, I will be confident on my own. For now, I take comfort in the smile Mom gives to the ceiling because she knows I will burst into flames with eye contact. For now, I am empowered by the smirk Lucas throws my way before he bites into a hamburger.

Nobody objects to Taemin's presence. My Taemin. And it’s because it is there on his wrist for anybody to see: we are meant to be.

3. Waiting

I assumed that Taemin would claim the guest room across from my bedroom, but I gather that he isn’t there as soon as I fill the doorway. The guest room is empty, dark, untouched. Afternoon sunlight faintly breaks through the thick black curtains lining the window.

This room doesn’t suit Taemin, I realize as I eye the black blanket and the black nightside lamp atop a black nightstand. Everything in his room at the SuperM house had been unearthly white. His room was like a castle in the clouds. He would never gravitate toward such a dark place where the light barely gets in.

His laughter trickles into the hallway and carries the sun into this dark corner of the house. Following the rays, tracing that melody, I find Taemin on my bed, wrapped in a cocoon made of my quilt. Chewing through a chocolate chip cookie, he reads my book by the light leaking in through my curtains, which have been drawn since his most recent departure.

Something about the scene makes my heart leap. It’s the realization that he is here with me, in my space, laughing because of something I wrote.

“Taemin!” I greet him with a whine as I close the door.

Like he is embarrassed that I have caught him sneaking glances at the story we promised to read together, Taemin gasps. He closes the book and tucks it under his pillow. After stuffing the small remaining bit of gooey chocolate into his mouth, he licks his fingers clean and folds his hands behind his head.

“Lei!” He smiles up at me.

Sighing, unable to fight the smile from my face, I flick the lightswitch. I walk to the bed, squinting to assess the mess he has made on my sheets with his dessert. “You got crumbs everywhere,” I fuss as I swipe those I can see into a pile on the floor.

Taemin wraps his hand around my wrist. He knows his faintest, briefest touch will inspire me to stare into his eyes where the stars have gathered. Sometimes, this is scary: finding myself in him. Always, this is breath-taking. Always, this is beautiful.

He is still smiling. Almost always smiling. Never affected by scolding. Well, never affected by my scolding. He trembled at the mere imagination of Mom’s disapproval. Maybe I should threaten to tell her about his messy eating habits, but I won’t. I don’t believe much in making empty threats. No matter how Taemin should annoy me, maybe even if he managed to break my heart into a million bloody pieces, I would probably never tell Mom. I have never been a tattle-tale.

To tempt me into bed with him, Taemin tugs on my wrist. When I resist the pull, he pouts to tempt me to kiss him. “I was gonna clean after myself!”

My eyebrows arches skeptically, so Taemin insists at a shrill pitch, “I was! I am! Just not now.” The ribbon tickles my skin as he laces our fingers together. “Now, I want to hold you.”

Subtly, I nod to the window. In a voice that is not quite mine— it is too quiet— I say, “It’s not time for you to hold me.

I don’t know why I said that. I can’t understand why my voice can betray my deepest desires when I want to lay with him, I want to be held by him, I want to kiss him, I want to melt into a more perfect being with him, I want to write another moment with him.

Remembering my promise to become his dream come true, to slowly grow into the person I have always wanted to be, I take the first step. Again, I break the habit of resisting— resisting the fulfillment of my hopes because I have too long feared the fall. Before Taemin can argue, before his eyes can narrow in wounded disappointment, before the newest bruise I might have carelessly inflicted on his heart can scar, I bend to catch his pouting lips in a kiss.

He tastes like chocolate. I heard once that chocolate makes people feel a little happier, so I waste no more time battling the urge, the dire need to kiss his lips again and again. Harder this time, softer next time, deeper this time, shallow next time. I kiss him every way I know how, every way I have ever imagined, and still, there must be more ways to discover.

Taemin tries to hold me against him. He tries to pull me into him, and it’s so hard to resist. I do not want to resist, and this time there is no champagne to share in the blame. There is only him. There is only me. There is only the need to blur that distance, that difference, until there is none at all, but I—

There will be another time. There will be a time when Mom isn’t answering calls in her office downstairs. There will be a time when Lucas isn’t roaming the halls or watching SpongeBob on the living room television or playing video games in his room down the hall. There will be a time when I am not filling some internal void with this physical expression of love. There will be a time when I am not wearing a set of pajamas donning my favorite infant cartoon characters.

When I break from the kiss for a breath, I bring both of my hands to tug down at the hem of my shirt. No matter how hard I tug, no matter how much I plead, I remain exposed. Why, then, do I keep begging? Why do I waste my energy by pleading for such an unnecessary miracle?

Taemin doesn’t understand either. He sits upright and, frowning, reaches for my hands. “Why do you keep doing that?” His brow furrows as he presses kisses to my knuckles. Then, he drops my hands around his shoulders. While I trace the threading in my old gray hoodie, wondering if and how I will ever make it mine again (if I even want to), Taemin says, “You look adorable, you know. Mom said so too.”

I crinkle my nose, and Taemin cries, “It’s true! It’s cute that the tiniest little bit of your tummy is showing! It’s nothing to hide, baby, especially not from me.”

I am blushing too deeply to meet his gaze. Numbly, I ask, “Especially not from you? What does that mean?”

“I mean that there is nothing that you should hide from me.” He smiles to comfort me, I think, and not to tease me. “Besides, this—” his fingers brush against the skin exposed beneath my shirt and spark a fire in my gut. I recoil from the flame, giggling. Only fools giggle at fire. “This is nothing I haven’t seen before.” Taemin winks.

My face flushes at the reminder of the New Year’s strip Rock-Paper-Scissors game. Never— never will we forget. Never will Taemin let us forget. He’s such a brat. I roll my eyes and grumble, “Really, Taemin—”

“We don’t regret it,” he reminds me softly, pressing a kiss to the bend of my elbow, “because there is nothing to regret. We were born to find each other. We were born to see each other. Don’t hide. Don’t hide from me.”

Shivering at the frequently recurring realization that I don’t want to hide, I never wanted to hide— I just thought I needed to hide— I nod. I try to bite through my smile, but I can’t. I can’t contain my happiness. “I know, Taemin. The thing is, I can’t kiss you with baby Dil Pickles watching!” I point to the character on my shirt, and Taemin throws his head back laughing.

His eyes are beautiful crescents when he beams at me. “Fine, baby.” He nudges me toward the closet. “Hurry and change. I’ll be waiting!”

4. It’s You

From the floor of my closet, a pile of clothes greets me, and I respond with a gasp. I am not especially attached to my clothes. By no means do I call myself a fashionista. It's just, everything in my room has a specific place.

Lucas calls my insistence on maintaining order in this one corner of the universe that is mine "compulsive control." I call it "organization," and, to tell you the truth, I don't think it matters much what Lucas says in this instance. Everything is organized in the most efficient manner and, seeing as this is my space, everyone should take my word for it and not move my stuff.

The culprit is obvious. Taemin has left my clothes, a bundle of dresses reserved for red carpet events, at the foot of a life-size Taeyeon poster. Replacing my dresses on their rack are Taemin's clothes— an unorganized assortment of plain black and white t-shirts.

It's amazing how quickly I roll the hearts out of my eyes. After stepping into a pair of pink sweatpants and pulling one of Taemin's shirts over my head, I call his name. I try (and fail) to bite the annoyance out of my voice by digging into my bottom lip.

Perhaps picking up on my tone, Taemin does not run to my side. He is probably sneaking more glances at our story as he responds from my bed, "What, baby?"

His voice is sickeningly sweet. Artificially sweet. He knows that he has done wrong, but he does not apologize.

His sweetness melts into something much more bitter when I say, "Come here!"

Huffing, Taemin fills the doorway wearing a frown. His arms cross tightly over his chest. His eyebrows knit together. "What?"

I was annoyed enough by his lack of consideration for my clothes— the nicest ones, I might add— before he started pouting like a spoiled child, like I had done something wrong. Narrowing my eyes, I demand, "What are you so upset about?"

"I remember this part." Taemin stares down at his feet. "This is the part where we have our first real fight, and I don't want to do it."

My scowl softens at the reminder that Taemin lives with the traces of our past lives together. That confusion of navigating through timelines— the blurring of the past and present— must be a curse in some ways. Maybe it's a worse curse than the perpetual fear of the future that has always haunted me. In some ways, I guess, I'm glad that I don't have any memories of past lives. In some ways, I guess, I'm glad that Taemin is here to lead me.

After beckoning Taemin to my side, I let my fingertips brush against his hand to prove that I'm not angry— at least not permanently. I allow my touch to linger to demonstrate that I don't want to fight either. I just want to understand: "If you knew that this would result in a fight, then why did you throw my dresses on the floor?"

Staring down at the pile he made, Taemin shrugs. "I'm stupid."

"You're not stupid."

His pout makes my heart feel heavy. I have every right to reprimand his carelessness, but I can't do it when he looks so pitiful. I don't want to do it. I love him too much. I only want to see him smile. I have always been like this: incapable of frowning at those I love for long. Some might consider this sort of pacifism passivity— a weakness— but I don't. I just want peace. I just want happiness.

"Don't say such things about yourself," I say with a gentle authority that reminds me of Mom. Forcing my attention away from Taemin, I start to pluck his shirts from the rack, explaining, "You would have much more space for your things in the closet across the hall, you know. Here. I'll help you move—"

"I don't want to move!" Taemin's entire body stiffens as he argues. His face pales. "I want to be with you!"

"You are. You will be, forever." I rise to the tips of my toes to press the promise to his lips. "Like you promised, we will sleep together every night. It's just— you need space—"

The color returns to Taemin's face as a deep, unnatural maroon. Skin should never turn that color. "I don't need space! I don't want space!" His voice trembles and shakes the entire house.

"Closet space, Taemin." I sigh at his undue panic— his determination to misunderstand me.

This headache forming around my temples— does it visit him when I am rattled by the slightest breeze? I hope not. The mere imagination that it does gives me all the more reason to find my footing.

"I'm talking about closet space. And if you don't need that—"

Looking very much like a child as his hands form fists at his sides, Taemin swears, "I don't!"

"Then I do." By now, all of his shirts are draped over my arms. By now, anyone who wasn't as deeply in love as I am might have lost their temper.

"This closet is way bigger than the other one though! This closet is the size of a store!" The stomping of Taemin's foot drills into my brain that his fixation on my closet has little to do with his attachment to me. He is being materialistic. And I don't like that.

"Materialistic?" Taemin parrots as he follows me on my march into the guest room. After he slams the door shut, his arm hooks around my waist and whirls me around so that my face nearly collides with his chest. Most of his shirts fall from my arms onto the floor.

The furrowing of his eyebrows should be an intimidating sign of anger, maybe, but I can only think that he looks cute. Like a little boy. I can only think that he isn't that much taller than me. He isn't that much bigger than me. He probably isn't that much stronger than me.

Rationally, it is decided: I am not afraid of Taemin. Should his grip around me tighten painfully, should the warm flame in his eyes turn scalding— and I do not expect them to— I could (and would) flatten him.

Once I decide that I am not afraid, I realize that I am amused. Everything about this seems unreal and almost comical, like his Na Jaemin induced fit of jealousy. All at once, I want to laugh, and I have to bite down on my lips to maintain my composure.

"I didn't say that," I assert. I am not confrontational or combative, but I do not like to shrink below sharpened stares. "You're using your soulmate mind-reading powers, which, by the way, is a very unfair tactic. You would learn to control that."

Taemin blinks at me. I wink at him. And I catch the faintest outline of a smile before his face hardens. He is play fighting now, I realize, and as butterflies swarm across my stomach I agree with what he once said; it is an exciting way to flirt.

"So you—" he almost smiles again— "you were just thinking that I am materialistic?"

Although I say nothing to confirm or deny that— why would I say anything to insult Taemin?— his subsequent outburst could convince anybody that I sincerely called him a selfish bastard or something. After scooping his shirts off of the floor and snatching those remaining in my arms, he storms over to the window. Forcing the curtains apart, he asks, "Would a materialistic person do this?"

"Do what?" I challenge, raising my eyebrows. "Play with the curtain?"

Taemin drops his shirts onto the foot of the bed. He grabs one, forms it into a ball, and hurls it out the open window.

Objectively, it probably isn't that funny, but I laugh so hard that my knees go weak. Luckily, the bed catches me, and I can muffle my laughter with a pillow.

"Get your face out of that pillow and look at me!" Taemin loses his battle against laughter too. By the time I look at him, though, he has forced his face into a scowl as he tosses another shirt. "I'm proving to you that I don't need expensive clothes to be happy! I don't need a big closet or a fancy bedroom! I had those things at the SuperM house, and I easily, happily, left them behind for what I do need."

I almost roll my eyes. Taemin is the cheesiest person alive sometimes, but I like that. He is a drama queen all the time, but I like that too. I like everything about him— even (and maybe especially) what might seem like flaws to others. His episodes are ultimately harmless. They inspire that side-splitting sort of laughter that paints my world anew with colors I never knew existed.

"Oh yeah?" Swallowing my giggles, I try to train my smile into an apathetic line. I can't do it. I am losing this skill that I spent so many years developing, this habit that I once swore was integral to survival. Is that a shame? Or is that a blessing?

A blessing, I decide. How many smiles have I killed in these last several years? Far too many to count. Far too many to mourn. I never again want to subdue my happiness.

"And what do you need, Taemin?"

Before Taemin can answer, a voice outside— Heechul's voice— shrieks, "STOP THROWING SHIT OUT THIS WINDOW!"

Faintly, I hear Mom retort, "Leave those kids alone, Heechul, and get back over here! You're supposed to be helping me!"

"These are men's shirts!" Heechul must look up into the window; suddenly, Taemin hurls himself onto the bed, almost landing on me with a force that would leave me gasping. "You just let the boys in this house do whatever the hell they want, Kim! Except me, of course. I have to obey a billion rules and jump through a trillion hoops, and even then I'm still. . ."

As Heechul's voice trails off, Taemin exhales loudly. He must have been holding his breath. "I guess they're working through their issues. Heechul is helping Mom and Lucas clean the pool. We should probably go out there tonight and make good use of it, huh?"

Taemin curls into my side and wraps an arm around my waist. Always, he gets what he wants. He really has charmed the universe.

Because he has charmed me too, I do not shy away from his touch. "It's freezing outside, Taem. You'll be hard pressed to find me in a bathing suit in the peak of summer, much less in the darkest depths of winter."

"I'm sure there is some setting to warm the water, Lei. We wouldn't have to freeze."

Taemin is right, but I don't tell him so. Rather than floating adrift in blissful silence, Taemin wonders, "What's your problem with bathing suits? You didn't wear one and get into the pool on tour either."

I joke, "I prefer to keep my belly button hidden from the world." It's funny, considering how many crop tops I have worn during promotions.

"You don't have to show it." Taemin presses his finger on my shirt, indicating my belly button. He draws shapes— he spells his name, I think— over my stomach. "You could wear one of those pretty one-piece suits. Or you could wear my shirt— this one, maybe. You look especially pretty in my clothes."

My cheeks burn as I thank him for the compliment. Carding my fingers through his hair, I ask, "Do you wanna hear about the last time I got into the pool?"

Taemin nods, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

“When I turned eighteen, Soo and Minseokie— Kyungsoo and Minseok, I mean— threw a huge party. They invited everyone in NCT 127 plus Ten, so—” my lips curl into a smile as I tease— “you can relax, Taem. Jaemin wasn’t there.”

Taemin’s snort of a laugh tickles my neck. “Oh, great. That means I only have to be jealous that Ten, Taeyong, Mark, Lucas, and Baekhyun— Baekhyun, of all people!— have seen my beautiful girlfriend in a soaked bikini top!”

Almost— I almost point out that the bikini top is much less scandalous than the undergarments he saw on New Years Eve— but I decide against it at the last second. I gasp, “How do you know about that?”

“They’ve mentioned it!” Taemin lifts his head to show me how his eyes roll. “By ‘they,’ I mostly mean Ten. He thought it was funny enough when Johnny pulled you into the pool fully clothed. He thought it was funnier when Baekhyun yelled, ‘Take it off, Lei!’ or whatever he said.”

The memory makes me squirm. “Gee, well, I’m glad Ten remembers it fondly. Since I survived that incident, I’ve realized that it’s impossible to die from embarrassment.”

“If it’s any consolation, everyone agreed that you looked amazing,” Taemin says. It’s not a consolation at all; I squirm more. “And then Jongin told them to stop spreading inappropriate stories about our newest member.”

Finally, I crack the smallest smile. “Sometimes, it seems like Jongin is the only one truly on my side!” My dramatic whine elicits reluctant laughter from Taemin.

He wants to remind me that Jongin’s loyalty had been hard won, but he doesn’t say so plainly. “I was on your side first,” he hums as he drops a kiss on my collarbone. “I’ll be on your side forever.”

Raising my pinky, I repeat, “Forever.” This word that once sounded foreign in my voice, this word that was once too big to fit into my mouth is now all I can say when I look at Taemin.

Smiling, he links his smallest finger with mine. We stay intertwined like this for a while. Forever, maybe. We exist comfortably in silence. We aren’t even kissing. We are just laying together in a pinky promise, shrouded by the realization that there is nowhere we would rather be. There is nowhere else to be.

Taemin fills the silence. “Can I ask you a question?” When I nod, he asks, “Why do you have a giant poster of Key in your closet?”

Blushing slightly, I explain, “Key is one of my fashion icons. He’s the main one, actually. By his poster, I hang all of my eclectic, experimental clothes— the ones I’m not brave enough to wear yet. By Taeyeon, I hang all of my pretty clothes— formal wear, mostly. Then, by Amber’s, I hang all of the sporty stuff.”

“Why am I not a fashion icon?” Taemin’s bottom lip forms a pout, and I have to kiss him. I have to. I can’t let these opportunities pass.

I mutter, “Obviously you didn’t look under the bed,” burning at the thought that Taemin will likely (definitely) discover the extent to which I idolized him as a child. I will have to hide his photocards some place he will never find them.

At that, Taemin sparkles. “What?”

To derail him, to delay the inevitable, I say, “If you looked under my bed, you would have found my Key photocards. Then, you wouldn’t have to wonder why he’s my sole male fashion icon.”

Taemin’s lips purse like he has chewed through a lemon. I have seen that face only once, lifetimes ago, on that morning after I gave him my ribbon. “Well, you wouldn’t like Key very much at all if I told you that he beat my ass in a closet once. If you knew that, you might understand the dread that washed over me when that poster looked me in the eyes! You’d probably take it down!”

Instantly, I retort, “I would do no such thing!” and Taemin huffs. “Why did he beat you in a closet, anyway? What did you do?”

Taemin blinks harshly. His eyes burn into me. “I didn’t do anything!”

I find that hard to believe. Not that Key disciplined Taemin, but that Taemin had done nothing to deserve it. Regardless, Taemin will confess to no wrongdoing, so I quietly resolve to consult Key later. For now, I pack my curiosity away and kiss Taemin’s cheek.

“Now you’re gonna play sweet?” Taemin raises his eyebrows.

“It’s now or never.” I raise my eyebrows too. “Take it or leave it.”

Drawing a deep breath to expel his sudden and unwarranted surge of jealousy toward Key— Key, who I have met only a handful of times— Key, who only knows me from those days of following Amber— Taemin fits his lips with mine.

The kiss seems to remind Taemin that I love him as someone different, someone more than an idol. When he parts from my lips to kiss my cheeks, forehead, neck, and every exposed inch of skin, he smiles.

“It’s you, by the way,” he whispers in my ear. His breath is warm, but it makes me shiver. “You are who I need. Or want. Or crave. More than expensive clothes or fancy bedrooms or big closets. More than anything, Lei. My Lei.”

Once upon a time, I didn’t know how to respond to his sudden declarations of love. I didn’t trust myself to speak. But now— now I couldn’t bite back the words on my tongue if I tried.

“It’s you,” I breathe past his lips. “You are who redeems broken flowers. You are the only person in the world who can pluck the moon from the sky, and you placed it in my clumsy baby hands—”

Taemin interrupts so quietly that I shouldn’t hear him whispering, “You speak so beautifully. Write it down. Write it down so I don’t forget, please. Write it down so I can’t forget.”

Needless to say, I will do as he asks— whatever he asks— after I express out loud, “You make me fall in love a million times a day, Taemin. My Taemin.”

5. Everything Has Changed (Lucas’s POV)

Life is different now that Taemin lives here. I'm not sure how much I like it.

I like the way Taemin looks at Lei. It's the way he's always looked at her. He squints to make out her features because he knows that she is the sun. I like the way she melts into his embrace. For the first time since we met, she seems to forget (at least for a second, which is sometimes as good as forever) that someone is always watching. I like the feeling that we are living in the happy ending of Lei's book.

Lei is happy— smiling. So I am happy— smiling.

I wanna say that I don't like how Taemin kisses Lei right in front of me and Mom, her family. I wanna say that affection should be displayed privately. That's what Lei always said. But I can't say that. I've never believed that. Not when Lei first said it, and not now.

I definitely don't like how Mom's eyes sparkle when she looks at Taemin. I don't like how I have to raise my voice to get her attention. Her attention used to come for free. Now, it fades when I blink my eyes. Now, when I open my eyes, she is looking at Taemin.

And I don't like how cold it is in Taemin's shadow. I don't wanna live here. And I hate how jealousy ties my stomach in knots. I've never been jealous before. I don't wanna feel like this.

I don't like that my smile hurts my cheeks. It's too heavy. My smile has never been too heavy before.

I don't like that there is nobody to share these twisting dizzying feelings with. There is nobody to make sense of them after Lei gulps down lunch and runs upstairs to him, leaving me alone with SpongeBob.

I don't like how eager I am to get out of the house once I think about Lei and Taemin cuddling and kissing and falling forever in love in my home. It's not that I don't support them. It's no that I don't ship them. I do! I always have! Nobody ships it more than me! It's just—

I don't know. I don't really want to think about my feelings anymore. They're making my head hurt.

After stepping into my slides, I shuffle past the kitchen and into Mom's office. Quietly, way too quietly for me, I say, "I'm gonna clean the pool, Mom."

When she looks up from her computer, Mom sees that I'm not entirely happy. That must scare her. I'm almost always entirely happy. She sets her phone down on her desk. "Okay, honey." She stands, and I smile because she has dropped a call for me. Maybe things haven't changed that much. "Let's go!"

Cleaning the pool is a weekly chore. Usually, Heechul and Lei help too. Heechul sits on a sun chair and supervises while sipping boba tea. Lei brings her BlueTooth speaker and plays music for us. Mostly SHINee. She's a good DJ.

This time, though, it's just me and Mom because Heechul was kicked out for fighting with Donghae and Lei is writing more memories with Taemin. And I miss them.

All of a sudden, I feel so sad that I can't really say anything as I do my chores. Can't really say anything unless I wanna spoil the happy ending. I don't. Lei deserves it. She has worked so hard for it. Can't really say anything unless I wanna ask Mom if I'm still her favorite son. And I'm not sure I do. I'm not sure I wanna hear the answer.

I'm kinda relieved when Mom leaves to answer the ringing doorbell. It gives me a chance to wipe at my eyes and catch my breath. I'm really relieved when she returns with Heechul following close behind.

Smiling, I wave with both hands. "Hey, Heechul!"

And Heechul waves back at me with the hand that isn't holding his boba tea. The world seems normal for a second when he rolls his eyes. "And where the hell is the girl? Doesn't Lei know that, as a member of this family, she has to help out around here?"

This family. My family. We're intact. Yay!

Mom returns to my side to help fish leaves out of the water. "Lei is busy, Heechul, so don't go looking for her."

Mom doesn't mention Taemin at first, probably because she knows that Heechul will flip his shit. He's insanely protective of Lei, and I don't think he even knows that she's dating Taemin yet. He won't like another boy moving in, especially not right after he (and Donghae) was just evicted.

So I bite down on my tongue, determined not to say anything about Taemin either. I kept the secret from Mom long enough, so I know I can keep it forever. The only problem is: Taemin starts throwing his shirts out the window like an idiot or something.

I watch, slackjawed, because I never knew Taemin would do something like that. Yeah, Lei mentioned that weird tantrum about Jaemin, but I thought she was just hyping it up for the story. I should've known better. If anything, Lei tries to downplay everything.

Heechul murmurs exactly what I'm thinking: "What the hell?"

And he runs to the window and screams, "STOP THROWING SHIT OUT THIS WINDOW!"

And I'm scared for Lei, but I kinda want Taemin to get in trouble.

Taemin doesn't get in trouble, of course. When Mom yells for Heechul to come back to help us, he scoops one of the shirts off of the ground. Taemin's Mom must write his name on his shirt tags too.

Squinting at the tag, Heechul reads, "Taemin," in an awestruck sort of voice. Weirdly quiet. Too quiet for him. His wide eyes burn into Mom. "Taemin is staying in your guest room? And he's throwing shirts out the window?"

The guest room? My forehead wrinkles. I would've sworn that Taemin would try to hang his stuff up in Lei's room. I think he's forgotten how to live without her.

Mom focuses intently on the water. The tips of her ears burn red, but she has an amazing poker face. We should go to the casino some time. With my brain and her poker face, we could be billionaires!

"Taemin will be living here from now on." She talks in that calm, even voice that I usually only hear at the studio. "Considering Lei's cleanly nature and Taemin's reported propensity for— er— passionate fits, I would assume that he is the one throwing his clothes around."

"Taemin moved in? Permanently?" Heechul's jaw drops. He doesn't even sound angry like I expected. He just sounds surprised. Almost starstruck.

Am I relieved? Or annoyed?

Mom nods, so Heechul asks, "Why?"

I expect Mom to answer again in her manager voice, but she doesn't. Smiling and swaying so suddenly that I think she's gonna fall face-first into the pool, Mom says, "They're in love!"

"Who?" Heechul bellows.

Can Lei and Taemin hear Heechul from the guest room? Or is even Heechul not loud enough to shatter their happy ending?

Heechul demands to know: "Who's in love?"

And I can't bite my tongue for another minute. I cheer, "Lei and Taemin!"

Man, I know I'm feeling too much at once. I know I'm on a roller coaster of emotions and it's hard to tell if I'm going up or speeding down, but one thing is clear: Lei and Taemin were meant to be. And I don't know how many 'meant-to-be's get to be, but I'm sure as hell glad that they do.

I don't know how Heechul can look so stunned by what must be the most obvious love in the whole world. I don't know how anyone can say that they haven't noticed Lei's ribbon around Taemin's wrist. I haven't been able to look away from it for months. I don't think I'll ever look away from it! It's like the sun, ya know? Too bright to ignore. Too beautiful to overlook.

Heechul wheezes, "Lei has a boyfriend?"

Mom nods. Her words can't make it past her smile, so I take it upon myself to correct Heechul. "Lei has a soulmate!"

Heechul blinks at me. "So let me get this straight." Sitting on the edge of a sun chair, he sets his drink down at his feet. His hand raises to pinch at the bridge of his nose. "On tour, Lei actually fell in love with her ultimate idol? The same boy she used to listen to every single night? And you—" he points at Mom— "not only did you fail to mention this to me, but then you let him move in without consulting me?"

"I don't have to run everything by you first, Heechul," Mom says coolly. "First of all, I only recently heard the sweetest love story of all time. Maybe if you didn't piss me off so bad that I had to kick you out, you would have been around to hear it straight from Lei's mouth!"

It's unlikely that Lei would have read the story in front of Heechul, I think, but I guess you never really know. Heechul's face turns red at Mom's berating.

"Anyway," Mom sighs, "who am I to stand in the way of true love?"

"You're her mother, for one thing." Heechul's brow furrows, and my eyes roll. There's nothing more annoying than when he tries to act more mature than Mom. "You're his manager AND her manager for another! How are you going to explain this shit to the agency when they have a super idol baby?"

Oh. My. God. Lucas Tue WOULD be a super idol!

At the thought of my future (inevitable) baby nephew, I drop my cleaning equipment and clap my hands. My face hurts from smiling again, but in the best way! I take it all back! Yeah, I want to be Mom's number one boy, but that doesn't mean that I don't want Taemin here. I do. I need him here because I want Lucas Tue!

Plus, I'm totally okay with losing my number one spot to Lucas Tue! He'll be everyone's favorite!

"Cut that out, boy!" Heechul huffs at me. "We don't want babies!"

"I do!" I argue with Heechul's glare. "I want a baby!"

Mom cuts her eyes at Heechul. "Stop looking at Lucas like that! And stop assuming the worst of Lei and Taemin! You know that she's much smarter and much more responsible than I ever was. If and when she starts expressing her love like that, she will be careful. Besides—" Mom smiles. She looks so much like Lei when she smiles. Pretty— "I don't subscribe to the belief that surprise miracles ruin lives."

Surprise miracles. That's what Lei was to Mom, right? I know that's what Lei was to me. She was my first friend in the agency. I think— no, I know that I've never felt lonely because I found her.

Surprise miracles. That's a kind of funny phrase. Nobody ever expects a miracle, do they? I don't know.

All I know is that Mom speaks like a poet. All I know is that I've never wondered who taught Lei to speak. They're so much alike, and I love them. I'm glad they found me. I'm glad we're together. I'm glad we'll always be together.

As I sit on the ground, I smile up at Mom. The sun breaks through a cloud and makes the winter air a little warmer. "When I drew our family tree the other day, I made a spot for Lei's future baby! I asked her to name him Lucas Tue, and I told her that we should just call him Tue. And then she said that she would talk it over with Taemin."

Smiling back, Mom ruffles my hair. "That's adorable, honey!"

Heechul is less enthusiastic. He doesn't smile. "They're already talking about kids? He's already moved in?" Heechul runs both hands through his hair. "Shit, this is moving too fast for me. Just yesterday, the girl was saying that she would never date!"

Grinning because Lei had grown past the word 'never,' I explain, "She only said that because she hadn't met Taemin yet. If you think about it, they're not moving that fast; they're just making up for lost time."

At dinner, right after Mom shoves Heechul out the door, I announce, “Mom! Since today’s special because Taemin moved in, I’m gonna drink my last beer!”

Mom gives me two thumbs up from the doorway connecting the dining room to the kitchen. So I open the fridge with a smile. But I don’t find my beer in the fridge. I find it at the table. Open. In front of Taemin, who holds a giggling Lei in his lap.

Just like that, I don't like him much anymore. I don't really care that Lei is in his lap; I just think it's a little tasteless that he presses a lingering sort of kiss to the shell of Lei's ear right in front of Mom. I think it's a little weird that Lei just lets him. But all I REALLY care about is my beer gone to waste and Mom's total lack of sympathy.

"That's mine!" I yell when Taemin reaches for the bottle, bringing it up to his lips that are swollen and red from kissing Lei all day. "I was saving that beer! I was looking forward to it the whole time we were on tour!"

Lei's blinking tells me that I should be embarrassed. I am, kinda. A little bit. I never lose my temper. It's just— those drinks are special to me! Mom orders them because she knows they're my favorite in the whole world. And now Taemin has stolen the last one! And there's no way he's enjoying it as much as I would!

"Sit down, honey," Mom tells me, "and I'll pour you some wine."

"I don't want wine!" I want to say, but I can't bring myself to talk back to Mom. I don't want her to glare at me like she glared at Donghae and Heechul before locking them out, so I just grit my teeth and obey. Life is so unfair sometimes.

"I'll take the wine," Taemin says softly. His voice doesn't sound right. It doesn't sound natural. How can he turn heads with the quietest whisper when I have to yell?

He gives Mom this eerily perfect, almost inhuman smile before holding the beer out to me. "Here. I only took one or two sips. Take the rest."

Call me a germaphobe if you want, but I'm not big on drinking after people— especially not people who have spent the day swapping spit with my (figurative) sister. I glare at the beer because I can't glare directly at Taemin. I know this politeness is an act, a scheme to get Mom to like him better. He's fake!

Lei thinks so too, judging by the look she casts over his shoulder as I cry, "I don't want anything you've put your lips all over! That's disgusting!"

Lei makes me sick. She says something cringy like, "I don't think your lips are disgusting Taem!" before kissing his pout.

I scream in disgust, but the kiss is brief. Cute. It makes something inside of me scream in joy. But that joy loses to the rage that burns in my gut when Mom smiles at their display. Joy dies when Mom ruffles my hair and sets the glass of wine before me, saying, "Share with Taemin, Lucas."

My face burns. Share? Mom has never told me to share before!

"Share," I hiss. The word is too foreign. I don't like how it sounds; especially not in Mom's voice, and especially not in my voice. I stab into a piece of beef in my bowl. "What haven't I shared with Taemin lately? I share my best friend, I share my house, I share my Mom, I share my beer—"

"Lucas," Mom says in that warning tone that she usually reserves for work as she eases into the seat beside me— the seat across from Lei and Taemin. She raises a single eyebrow at me. "Behave."

My eyes widen. Behave? Mom never tells me to behave at home!

This stupid little smile spreads across Taemin's face when our eyes meet. That smile convinces me that I can't stand him. We are enemies. Obviously, I like him as an artist. I like him as Lei's soulmate. But I don't like him as my brother. I hate him as my brother.

I swear, he winks at me as he gulps a mouthful of my beer. And if Mom wasn't watching, if I wasn't afraid of hitting Lei (and then getting my ass kicked), I would throw my chopstick at his head.

Sweetly, Mom asks Taemin, "Have you had a good day? Are you comfortable in the guest room?"

When somebody asks questions like that, you're supposed to say 'Yes and yes. Thank you, ma'am!' Apparently, nobody ever taught Taemin that.

Resting his chin on Lei's shoulder, he says, "I had the best day, but I think I would be a lot more comfortable if my closet was like Lei's."

Lei rolls her eyes as she swallows a mouthful of salad. “Taemin, we’ve talked about your closet fixation. You said you didn’t need—”

It's clear that Taemin was joking from the less polite, less eerily perfect smile twisting his lips as Lei scolds him. Mom doesn't seem to pick up on that, though. She argues, "Of course he needs a big closet, Lei! He's a pop star! If he's going to stay here, we'll have to renovate the closet to meet his needs."

A closet renovation? I've never had one of those! I mean, I've never asked, but still! Taemin gets his wish granted just because he made some stupid joke!

"Taemin—" he beams when Mom says his name— "I'll make some calls tomorrow. You'll have to room with Lucas or Lei during construction."

I give him this look that screams, "You're not rooming with me, butthead!" but he doesn't notice. He's too busy smiling at Mom and then laughing at the rolling of Lei's eyes to notice that he's made me lose my appetite. Maybe he wouldn't care anyway.

. . .

Lei finishes eating first. She pecks Taemin's forehead before excusing herself to her room. She has never stuck around at the table after finishing her meals, and I guess Taemin's presence doesn't inspire her to change that habit.

I lost my appetite during the closet renovation chat, but I refuse to leave Taemin alone with Mom. It's obvious that if I give him the slightest edge in our competition, he'll win.

In the end, Mom sends us upstairs together, despite Taemin's offer (which prompts my offer) to help with the dishes. So we see the sign pinned to Lei's door at the top of the stairs at the same time. Glittery pink letters scream, "Keep Out!"

Taemin glances at the sign before he reaches for the doorknob. Maybe he can't read English that well. Or maybe he can't read cursive. Or maybe he's never been on the receiving end of a 'Keep Out' sign. But I can, I can, and I have. So I ask, "What are you doing?"

Over his shoulder, Taemin glances at me. His hand is still around the doorknob. "I'm going to bed. Lei and I promised to sleep together every night."

I already knew all about their sleeping arrangement, but I didn't expect Taemin to mention it so plainly. So matter-of-factly, with only the faintest traces of a smile around his lips. It's weird.

I point at the sign. "It says 'Keep Out.' It looks like she changed her mind."

I'm being an asshole, and I don't like it. I know well that Lei didn't change her mind about anything, and Taemin should too. He should know that she never makes empty promises; she keeps even the broken ones. He should know that the sign is meant for me, and I'm just— I'm just sad, so I want him to be sad too, even if it's just for a second.

Man, I'm on my own nerves. I need to sleep this off.

Because I don't trust myself to open my mouth without saying more bullshit, I brush past him on my way to my room at the end of the hall.

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💌 🍼 🌸 🎂 🕊️ for all!!!

Sweet and Pure asks [Accepting!]

YOU SPOIL ME IFNSIODF THANK YOU SO MUCH.

💌- diary or journal?

Answered here!

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

“Ah.. I can’t really pick one.. I um.. reminisce too much.. and I cherish all the memories I make, both the good and bad.

But... If I r-really had to choose.. Thinking back on how far everyone has come.. The very first meal we had after we defeated Emet-Selch... Not just our party, but with the scions too! There are many points in my life where I believed we were going to die... But with every battle, every step we take forward.. it just makes me more grateful that we’re still alive.. still here to fight the better fight.”

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

Answered here!

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

“O-Oh.. W-well assuming that I can’t ask for more wishes...I would wish for an end to Garlean occupation in nations they’ve invaded.

My second wish.. I-I’d wish for any remaining ascians to stop their attempts at a rejoining! T-that may be selfish of me.. especially after... after I’ve learned much about their motives.. and why they would seek to destroy our star in order to restore their own.. B-but.. I-It is as Alphinaud said! Our lives... the memories we have of our homes.. It’s not any less important than the lives of the past that were lost!

O-Oh.. that got a little serious there.. but.. um.. I’d use my third wish.. to become stronger! Strong enough.. to be able to better protect others.. and be more useful. As I am now.. I’m just..n-n-not good enough.”

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

“A-ah.. Habits.. Um.. Well.. L-let’s see.. I tend to.. avoid crowds..? I-I have a habit of writing in my journal whenever I get a new task and... Um.. I-I visit the twin adders barracks a lot.”

// Illya’s never gonna tell you her actual body language / habits she uses to cover up her feelings.. so I have to. She avoids eye contact when she’s hiding something, typically by turning her head away or tilting her head down so her eyes are covered by the shadow cast by her bangs. Another bad habit she has is skipping meals, especially if she feels like she doesn’t have enough time in the day. Thirdly, she clenches her fist a lot when she’s angry or upset, bonus if she clenches a part of her clothing or holds her fist against her chest.

💌- diary or journal?

“I don’t really have either.. though maybe I should keep a journal after everyone’s tellin’ me how forgetful I am. Just seems like a pain in the ass havin’ to write every little detail in some grimy book wherever ya go.

A diary may be fun though. I just gotta write what I’m feelin’ into it and stuff, right? ‘Dear diary, slayed another primal today, wish I had some ale right now’. Hmm.. sounds kinda boring.”

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

“Our fight with Gaius made me realize there’s an adventurer in me that I never thought was there before. Before then, I was just doin’ this adventurin’ thing for the money.. and not really cause there was any other option either. Hunt or be hunted.. that sorta thing. Never considered myself the heroic type either..

But beatin’ the livin’ crap outta Gaius and that stinkin’ Ultima toy of his, and gettin’ to have Thancred’s thanks for freeing him from ascian control.. heh, it felt... fulfilling. Bein’ called a hero is fulfillin’. But I knew I’d have died if it weren’t for the others bein’ there with me as a team. I realized then that I liked em, and that I wanted to continue fightin’ by their side.”

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

“I’m not the sort that pays a ton of attention to flowers. You askin’ for Illya or somethin’? If I had to pick.. maybe somethin’ like Chrysanthemums? They’re the best for brewin’ tea after all, right?”

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

“Oh man! What wouldn’t I wish for?? Lots of money? Lotsa cute girls surroundin’ me? Gettin’ Laurelis to always make her dance partner for that sweet damage boost...? Actually forget that last one, I ain’t stingy. I share my buffs with my bro with the big magic damage too, he deserves it.

Hm? Oh, yeah I guess and world peace, or whatever.. As if this kinda three wishes thing will ever come true, though.”

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

“The pals say I have a bad habit of talkin’ in my sleep but I don’t know if that’s true. Do I look like the sorta guy who’d do that? Ahh.. Also non-bards out there probably can’t relate.. but I flex my fingers a lot durin’ down times. Hey, grippin’ a bowstring for hours on the field ain’t a joke. Takes a lot of strength outta your arms, and especially cramps up your fingers, even for a pro like me!

Oh right! I was told I laugh too loudly too! But ain’t my fault that my voice’s just trained to be bold like that! I’m a goddamn bard!”

💌- diary or journal?

“I keep a journal of my daily routines and tabs on scores I have left to settle.”

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

“Favorite memory? That’d be.. when I saw the old man smiling so warmly up at me for the first time in twelve summers, I suppose. And I owe that smile to Illya. This debt’s the only reason why I joined them, and I’d rather not elaborate much else on that.”

// To elaborate: his clan got into a heap of trouble. Illya and Laurelis meet him for the first time after hearing that the elder of the clan, Sigfred’s grandfather needed help to fight off a rival father. The elder is caught and nearly dies, but Illya saves him and even risks her own life to supply enough aether to sustain him. Before then, Sigfred was a bit of a jerk towards her. Since then however, he feels indebted to her and thus agreed to join the two and the scions after they learn he possesses the echo too. Of all the members of the Warriors of Light squad, he has the softest spot for Illya and never yells at her.

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

“Don’t have any. Do succulents count? They’re low maintenance.”

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

“Sounds too good to be true. What’s the catch?”

// Hardass will never tell you that he’d just need one wish, which is for everyone he loves and cares about to be safe and never be in sort of danger ever again. He wouldn’t bother with the other two wishes. Even if it means he has to be the sole person left to fight.

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

“....Tch. I guess I’m as they say - too ill-tempered and brash. Think I accidentally swore in front of a bunch of kids too, but it wasn’t on purpose. I’m not afraid to admit I’m a little too reliant on caffeine.”

💌- diary or journal?

“GUAHAHA! Foolish mortal.. you aim to peer into the mind of a tyrant lord?? The chaos that rages in my mind.. is not one any weak minds can hope to comprehend or understand! That one would think I’d be naive enough to pen my thoughts down into physical letters... HAH!”

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

“Twas many millenias ago that the almighty god of chaos before you conquered the very depths of hell and all of the underworld’s secret magicks! Hellfire rained, tundras roared! Not even the ruins of carteneau could hope to match the anarchy I left in the wake of my conquest!!”

// Real answer: When the squad finally drove the garleans out of doma. It was at that time he felt for the first time in years that he finally got closure on his painful past and moved on to a new family. It was also the first time he’s ever shown his true personality in front of them.

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

“Why, nothing symbolizes death and darkness better than the spider lily does it not?! I dare say the hues of its petals burn as red as the wrath I hold in my heart.”

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

“DEATH TO THE WORLD! THAT RUINATION BEFALL THIS WRETCHED EARTH! FOR ARMAGEDDON!”

// He’d wish for his family to be brought back to life, for the damage done to doma to be undone and for zenos’ death. Of all my OCs, Heisuke has the biggest personal grudge against the garleans, and it’s all funneled to zenos for being an extra big pain in the ass especially of all people. There’s also the fact that he genuinely believes Zenos dying would make the world a much better place.

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

“NONE! Ask not such impudent questions to the lord of tyrants ever again, mortal!”

// Heisuke’s biggest habit is being the biggest liar of any of my OCs, even more than Illya. He’s a natural at acting, even for roles he doesn’t necessarily want to do. Other things he does is hide his face behind a hood, partly for the same reason as Illya in which to hide his emotions, but partly also because it looks cool. Third habit’s that he sometimes bites his lips so hard when he’s angry that it starts to bleed.

#ask #in bloom #sweet and pure asks #ancientechos #ask meme #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK #THIS TOOK A WHILE PDFKPSFSF #I finally get to write as my other boys...#they all have.. very different personalities

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mrs-hollandstan · 6 years

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Can you make a blurb or somethin about what happens at the mansion with rich!tom, because I didn't know I'd need it until you continued it.

@hillsnholland see what you've done? Hehehehe

NSFW below my doods.

"Would you like me to show you how selfless I can be darling?" Tom rasped in your ear. You could feel the silk shirt at your shoulders, the gold chain around his neck was pressed at the back of your own, the cool leather of his Jaeger-Lecoultre 18-Karat Rose Gold and Alligator watch nipping into your skin. Swallowing, you glanced at him, his eyebrows quirking on his forehead, his fingertips ghosting over your underwear,

"I need you to tell me you want it pretty girl. I can take you right in that door and down the hall, lay you on those really nice cotton sheets, let you get off. But I need you to say you want it." Humming in your throat when he presses at your clit, you tilt your head back, laying it over his shoulder,

"Please-" Before you could say anything more, he took your hand, leading you to a bedroom down the hall with quick steps. Laying you on his bed, you noticed it was another room you spent a lot of time in. A cream colored room the size of your living room back home with soft chocolate colored carpet and double doors at the end that opened into another beautiful balcony, with a less pleasing view of the side of a mountain. You could tell it was Tom's room, judging by the posters and flags hanging from the seemingly endless walls. You could never imagine having so much wallspace. A sharp jabbing at your lower back drew you from your thoughts and when you lifted your hips, you pulled a small golf ball from behind you. You tsked,

"Ass." Tom chuckled as you tossed it off the bed, paying it no mind as it bounced once and then rolled the rest of the way, thumping against the wall as he pushed your dress up your hips,

"God you've got amazing legs pretty girl." Leaning in, he kissed your stomach, his beautiful eyes finding yours,

"You have no idea how spoiled you'd be if you were my girl."

"In your dreams Holland." You panted out, "You're a spoiled little shit. Don't deserve me." He pursed his lips, slipping his hand up to your breast,

"I deserve to see this beautiful body at least. Take the dress and bra off for me sweetface." Raising your shoulders off of the bed, you squirmed out of both articles of clothing, tossing them off the bed and glancing back down at him. He smiles a cocky smile,

"You're stunning. I don't think you realize the severity of me pining over you." Flicking your underwear against your skin, he draws the fabric down your legs, tossing them over his shoulder,

"God I've dreamed about the day I got to see this pretty little pussy."

"You are... revolting."

"Am I now? You're not having a problem with me being between your legs at the moment huh? The idea of you getting head from me is quite appealing." Cocking his head, he raised an eyebrow,

"Right?" You nodded, watching him run his hands up your thighs. Licking his lips, he glanced up, leaning in to kiss the inside of your thigh. Creeping up, he kisses the other thigh,

"If you were my girl, you'd have the best things ever. You could wear the best clothes, the best jewelry, you'd have the most gorgeous flowers daily. Does that not sound good to you?"

"You're spoiled. You don't know how to be sympathetic with anyone. Its," you flip as he leans in and runs his tongue along your folds, "i-it's about you and your money and that's it. I don't t-think you can p-pay the attention I want to me." Taking hold of his sheets as he hums in response, he laps up your juices and holds your thighs apart. Meeting your eyes again, he slides two fingers between your folds, curl in ng them as he sucks on your clit. You gasp and arch your back, reaching down to take hold of his hair. He grunts when you tug, not caring that his hair will be messed up by the time he gets you to your high. At this point, he's desperate to show you he's capable of giving someone else attention. When it comes to you, it's not about the money. He'd give up the money if it meant getting you instead.

Sucking at your clit harder, his lashes flutter when you whimper and tug his hair the slightest again. He reaches up to hold your hips when you buck them into his face, trying to ride his fingers. Holding his hair tight in one hand, and the sheets in the other, he watches you writhe, his heart bursting with joy at the sight of you. He'd dreamt about it for months and here you were now. Laying before him with your legs spread wide to allow him to lay between them. Flicking his tongue across your clit, he hums when your whimper and whine shaking under his arms,

"Ahh, Tom that feels so good." He hums again in response, letting you tug at his hair. He can feel your attraction for him growing the longer he lays between your legs, taking his wrist in your hand. Sliding his hand down, he interlaces your fingers listening to you pant and watching your chest rise and fall. Sliding your hand down to the back of his neck, you hold him close,

"Tommy, m'gonna cum." Leaning back, he curls his fingers,

"Cum for me love. Gotta show you how good I can make you feel." Kissing your bellybutton, he watches your face contort in pleasure, feeling you grow wetter and wetter, the longer it continues,

"Come on love. Cum for me." Arching your back, you raised your leg to press your foot to Tom's shoulder,

"Tommy." Holding his arm, you whimper, arching you back as your orgasm clouds your senses, a scream catching in your throat and coming out as a half hearted cry. Tom coaxes you through it, waiting until your legs stop shaking and your back rests on his sheets before drawing his fingers from you and resting back on his knees. Sucking his fingers off, he stood, leaning over you with his lips grazing your skin, you turned on your side, Tom smiling and kissing your hip before laying behind you. Propping himself on his elbow, he ran his hand up your arm, watching the skin goosebump. Kissing your shoulder blade, he hummed,

"See? I can be selfless sometimes. I'm a spoiled brat, sure, but I can show someone else affection. Especially when I like them." Snorting, you turn to look at him,

"I can't believe those words are even in your vocabulary. You don't like me. You just want to get between my legs."

"That isn't true. I did, get between your legs I mean, bit I would never force myself on you. You seriously think that I offer you all these nice things cause I don't like you?"

"I dunno. I... I guess so." Gently nudging your shoulder back into him, he waits until your eyes meet his,

"I do like you. I have for a long while now. You're the one that hates me. Not me hating you."

"I don't hate you."

"Really? Then why do you keep telling me to piss off and ignoring me and rolling your eyes? You hate me. You can't deny that. Besides, it's kinda hot converting you." Giggling, he drapes his hand over your hip,

"Seriously. You're pretty sexy. I'd like to take you out. Hell we could run away to Europe for a weekend. Have our first date in Paris, whatever you want." Leaning against him, he leaves his lips against your skin, his eyes locked in yours,

"Whatever you want is yours." Turning to completely face him, you sigh,

"I get it. I really do. You'd make an amazing boyfriend. Spoiling your girlfriend in whatever she wants is everything girls ever want. But I don't want you to give me all these material things. The reason I 'hate' you is because you were raised by parents that let you buy friends. They let you have whatever you want and I hate that. All I want from you, if I go out with you is for you to show that you love me. If you feel that there's something I want that you wanna buy every once in a while, by all means. If you go on vacation and you want me to come than I'll go, but I can work for my own money. I can buy my own things, I can buy my own-" Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to your own. Pressing his hand to your lower back, he holds you to his chest. Pressing his forehead to yours, he clenches his jaw,

"I'll do whatever you want. I just... I want you to agree to go out with me." Smiling, you reach up and stroke his cheek,

"Fine." He smiles and then laughs, laying back on his bed,

"God, today's a good day." Giggling, you lean over him,

"This house is really gorgeous." He nods,

"I know how much you like it. I know all the spots you escape to when I throw parties like this."

"Oh so now you're stalking me?"

"No, I've liked you for a long time and I watch you wander sometimes. You wear pretty clothes and I like it. I always pay attention to you because I like your attention." Playing with the chain around his neck, you glance up at him. He meets your eyes for just a moment before a smile breaks out and he leans down to peck your lips,

"Pretty little GIRLFRIEND." Giggling again, you sit up, at the end of the bed to find your underwear,

"Don't push your luck," standing, you drag your underwear up your legs, "stalker."

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x poc reader #tom holland x plus size reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland x oc #tom holland x original character #richkid!tom #rich!tom #my writing #blurbs #fanfic #fanfiction #headcanons #tom hollans blurbs

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ask-the-phan-site · 4 years

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Big Phantom 12 (actually 11 at the moment)

DISCLAIMER: We apologize for some of the sprites. Since the ones for Persona 5 Scramble are currently unavailable.

>San Fransokyo. We came here to take the heart of someone who’s been bothering the other admin. This city truly makes us feel like we’re in the future, even though it’s the same year as us. This place is a true mixture of American and Japanese culture. An almost mark of beauty as Fox said. Yes, it’s almost an absolute wonder for all of us just to be here... Well, almost all of us.

I wish Ryuji could have come with us. He would have loved a place like this.

It couldn’t be helped. The manager at D-4 Productions called him and the rest of KUROFUNE to come over. I wish I knew why.

I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough. Right now, let’s focus on why we’re here.

Right. We’re looking for... Am I correct? Richardson Mole?

I know. What a lame name.

But it seems to fit. From what I’m told, almost everyone in the Mole Family has a mole under their eye.

Yeah. Lady Lavenza showed me the pictures. Not the best looking family, but very wealthy.

Okay, we have our target. Where can we find him?

Joker: The other admin said that Richardson owns a comic book store, even though he’s only 11. I have the address.

>After sometime, we found where we were looking for.

Well, this is it. Richardson’s Rare Comics.

Nav: Candidate found.

Wolf: Wow. Find his Palace was easy. Something tells me this heist won’t take very long.

Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We still need to know what his Palace is.

Mona: That’s right. We need to gather information.

Oracle: I could hack into the city’s database. But I think it wouldn’t hurt to hear it from the horse's mouth since he’s basically inside.

Queen: Can we do that?

Well, no one in this city has even heard of the Phantom Thieves. So I’m sure it’s safe to enter the lion’s den.

Violet: And it looks like there’s already a customer inside, so I doubt there’ll be any trouble.

Queen: But just to be sure, only a few of us should go in to avoid causing any suspicion.

Oracle: I agree. As Ryuji would say...

Go get ‘em, Miss Older Dude Charmer.

Not on your life!

Mona: I won’t allow it! Besides, he’s not that old. He’s like seven years younger than her.

Noir: I can go in. Since we’re both from wealthy families, I think I can talk to him.

Oracle: Fine. I’ll go in. But only because I’m curious about what comic books are like in this world.

Fox: I’m curious myself.

Joker: So am I. That “Kentucky Kaiju” one’s caught my eye.

Queen: Okay, the rest of us will be waiting down the street. Someplace called... Noodle Burger.

Joker: Right. We’ll see you all later.

>With that, the others left and me, Fox, Oracle, and Noir go inside. In the shop, we find our target having a small argument with a customer.

C’mon, Richardson, I’m offering my best cards here. You’ve gotta let me have that comic. I’ve been waiting like my whole life.

Sorry, but Boss Awesome was so last season. Now if you have any cards of Big Hero 6, I may think about it.

Comic Fan: (disappointed) That’s not fair. They haven’t made those yet.

Richardson Mole: (with a wicked smirk) That’s too bad. (takes out a comic and waves it in the customer’s face) But I suppose you can just work for it. How about for a week? Or two?

Comic Fan: Fine. If that’s what it takes.

Richardson Mole: Very good, Fred. I knew you would see it my way. So in the meantime, (begins using the comic as a napkin) I’ll hold on to this.

I think that’s quite enough!

Richardson Mole: (a little surprised) Come again?

Noir: I know you’re just trying to run a business, but this is an inappropriate way to treat your customers.

Joker: I agree, this is a little too much.

Fred: (a little confused) I take it you guys are new here.

Joker: Yes, we just arrived today.

Richardson Mole: Then you probably don’t know about our friendly rivalry. Something that’s been going on between our families for years.

Joker: I actually heard of such a thing.

Richardson Mole: (putting the comic down) Then you know better than to get between us. It’s still a fair trade. If he wants this comic so much, he has to be willing to suffer for it.

>Richardson Mole was about to show us the comic again... However, Fox took it when he wasn’t looking and was thumbing through it.

Richardson Mole: (upset) Hey, you gotta pay for that!

You call this rag a comic book?

Richardson Mole: (surprised) I beg your pardon?

Fox: The pictures are shoddy at best, the storyline is corny, I guess you did this yourself instead of using that fortune of yours to hire someone. I may not know much about the comics of this wo- this city, but all I see is a fake here.

Oracle: (also taking a closer look) No doubt. The main hero even looks like you. And the villain looks suspiciously like your customer here.

Fred: (a little surprised) Really?

>I also take a closer look with my Third Eye. Fox is right. This comic book is a fake. Fred takes the comic and reads it.

Fred: (a little angry) Hey, they’re right! What the heck is your game here, Mole!?

Richardson Mole: Tch! Can I help it that you make it so easy?

Fred: I have always respected our rivalry with the highest honor a Fredrickson could give. But selling me a fake comic book to make me your slave? ... That’s crossing the line!

Richardson Mole: C’mon, it was just this one time.

Fred: It doesn’t matter. You have violated every geek rule in the code. That is unforgivable. Consider this my final visit here.

>With that, Fred storms out of the store.

Richardson Mole: (pipping mad) YOU JUST COST ME MY FAVORITE CUSTOMER!

Noir: It didn’t seem like you were treating him like your favorite customer.

Oracle: More like your favorite plaything.

Richardson Mole: You don’t understand anything. This comic shop was neutral territory. Our vault from the outside world. Our temple in a desert of the unenlightened... It is my tomb full of treasure and he’s the plunderer. I am merely setting the traps to protect those treasures.

Your tomb you say? Interesting.

Richardson Mole: What did you say? Never mind. You just obstructed business for me.

What business is that? Being a sadistic little troll?

>Richardson Mole, now looking like he’s ready to pop a vain, takes the comic, roles it up, and swats at us.

Richardson Mole: GET OUTTA MY STORE BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!

>With that, we hustle out of there as Richardson Mole closes the door behinds us, locks it, and puts up the “Closed” sign.

Oracle: What a jerk. No wonder the other admin wants us to go after him.

Noir: I can’t believe someone like that could be so spoiled. Even I’m not this bad.

Oracle: That’s because you knew that everything your father did was bad and you just wanted him to stop.

Noir: I know. I just can’t stand someone like that. It’s like talking to my former fiance.

Or even my father.

But that’s why we’re here. To change all of that.

Oracle: Exactly.

Noir: I guess. Thank you.

Oracle: We got what came for. All we have to do now is meet up with the others at Noodle Burger.

Fox: I wonder if they ordered anything for us. I’m curious about the food in this world.

Joker: What about the curry I gave you this morning?

Fox: It never hurts to see what other foods are there. Besides...

I doubt it’ll hold a candle to your cooking.

Joker: You better remember that.

>We both smile happily as we get closer. Then, the four of us leave... None of us noticed Fred nearby who heard us.

Fred: Change what? Other admin? What are those guys up to?

>The Noodle Burger Restaurant. The others were waiting for us. I could see that Mona, Panther, and Wolf were all staring at the patrons’ foods.

Panther: Those actually do look so good.

Wolf: I know. That Hamburger-flavored Noodle Cup is kind of mouth-watering.

Mona: I think there’s even some fish in it.

Crow: It’s just a shame Ryuji isn’t here. He’d love to see this. (takes a picture with his phone)

Queen: I have to admit, it looks irresistible. I wish I could have asked Lavenza chan if she could exchange our money for the currency they use here.

Joker: I’ll be sure to talk to her about it later.

Mona: So, have you guys got the keyword?

Oracle: I think we have. (opens up the Nav) Richardson Mole, Richardson’s Rare Comic, and tomb.

Nav: Results found. Updating guidance system.

Crow: We’re in.

Panther: Now we just have to return to the shop, go into his Palace, and that’s it.

Noir: It’s going to be tough to get close, though, He just closed the shop. Mainly because of us.

Wolf: What did you kids do?

>We explained what happened.

Wolf: Counterfeit comics?

Noir: Only to Fred.

Wolf: Either way, that kid could end up in juvy for that. Even if he is his rival.

Queen: But there’s no way to prove it. There’s only one of that fake comic.

Fox: That’s correct. All the other comics and other things are pretty legitimate.

Wolf: So, we’ll be changing his heart anyway. I guess there’s no other way.

Sophia: I just checked the city’s security camera. Richardson Mole has just left the shop for the night. We can go there now if you’re ready.

Joker: We should and see what we can find.

Violet: Then let’s go.

Panther: Hold on. I think we’re missing someone and I’m talking about Ryuji.

>No doubt about it, Mona was nowhere in sight. Suddenly, we hear a commotion coming from the outdoor area of the restaurant.

Upset Costumer: Yo, Noodle Dude! Some cat ran off with my fries. I could use some more here.

>Then, we see something come up to us. It was Mona in his cat form with a basket of fries.

Wolf: Was that really necessary?

Sorry. I guess it was a dumb idea to choose a restaurant of an unknown world as our meeting place.

>Mona changes back to human form.

Mona: Anyone wants some? There’s plenty.

>We all politely refuse and make our way to the shop... Fred was secretly recording us with his phone, a piece of Noodle Burger hanging from his mouth from what he just saw.

Fred: (now freaking out) Holy mother of Megazon! I’ve gotta show this to the others.

>Later at the comic shop as night quickly approaches, we were now standing in front of it.

Joker: Is everyone set?

Fox: Ready as we’ll ever be.

>I take out my phone ready to take us in... Not too far from us, Fred and his friends were watching us from behind a large trash bin... Except for the big white robot who pretty much failed at it.

This better not be another prank, Fred. We’ve been over this. Plus, I’m missing some serious summer vacation time bird-watching.

And I have a tennis camp I volunteered for. I made a commitment.

I’m still trying to figure out why me and Wasabi keeping having these weird dreams we’ve been having for some time.

Every night, they keep getting more vivid and intense. Almost like I’m actually there... And that song. It’s even starting to have words... I caught your name in a conversation.

Go Go: Really? You have to start that?

Wasabi has what is known as an earworm, sometimes known as a brainworm, sticky music, stuck song syndrome, or Involuntary Musical Imagery (IMI for short). The best way to deal with an earworm is to engage in moderately difficult mental tasks such as anagrams, Sudoku puzzles, or reading novels. Another method is to simply listen to another catchy song.

Wasabi: I tried that. None of them work. It’s like... Like the people I become in the dreams want me to remember it.

Hiro: And I guess after seeing that video you showed us... Something about that and those people seem... Familiar.

Wasabi: Especially that princely-looking guy in the sweater vest.

Honey: That is kind of hard to ignore.

Fred: (happy) See? I knew you guys would be interested.

Go Go: I have to admit it, you have something. Though, I still can’t buy the whole cat turning into a person thing.

Baymax: Perhaps if I scan him, I might be able to further explain it.

>Baymax tries to go over to us.

Hiro: Baymax, wait!

What!?

Nav: Beginning navigation.

>The familiar red wave passes over us. Then, the city was replaced by a vast desert under a hot sun.

Wolf: (already sweating) Yikes, that’s hot! If knew something like this was going to happen, I wouldn’t be wearing a dark suit.

Mona: Or a sweater.

Crow: Or even a sweater vest.

You think you have it tough?

What? You’re already in your thieves outfits?

>Indeed. Me, Fox, Oracle, and Noir were already in our thief clothes.

Well we did cause quite the scene earlier. I guess he already sees us as a threat.

Wolf: Right now, I think we have bigger problems.

>No doubt about it. We saw that Fred and his friends had followed us into the Metaverse.

This cannot be good.

Hiro: (surprised) What in the world is this?

Violet: Somebody, do something.

Panther: Umm. You’re sleeping. You’re dreaming all of this and you’re about to go back to where you came from.

Baymax: My scans indicate that everyone is wide awake.

Well, it was worth a try.

Honey: (trying to sound reassuring) But at least it was a good fake explanation.

Go Go: Now, explain.

Joker: I guess we have no choice.

Hiro: Pretty much.

But we should at least get out of this heat first.

Baymax: She is right. This heat is at near 98 degrees Fahrenheit. I advise we find some shade to protect ourselves.

Oracle: I think I may have found it. Look.

>Oracle pointed to something in the distance. It looked like some buildings along side a canyon with some hills and mountains.

Sophie: Do you think that’s Richardson’s Palace?

Mona: Only one way to find out.

>Mona becomes our van.

Panther: Hey, this won’t be like last time, right?

You needn’t worry, Lady Ann. I’ve practicing with Fox’s help.

Fox: All he has to do is think really cool thoughts.

Violet: How does that work?

Simple. Just think of Goemon.

Violet: (confused) I guess that makes sense.

Queen: It’s going to be a tight squeeze, though.

Baymax: I will deflate so it may be more easier for all of us to get in.

>After Baymax deflates a little, we all get in Mona and drive off to the Palace. Along the way, we explain to our new friends about why we’re here.

Fred: (excited) Classic! Heroes who take the hearts of the wicked and make them repent for their actions. They do it from the shadows where they never see it coming. I love it!

Crow: We’re not heroes per se, we’re thieves. Everything we do could still be consider wrong in the eyes of some, but we do it anyway.

Fred: Uh, that’s pretty much what I just said.

Honey: Not really.

Queen: Panther, didn’t you bring some water with us?

Panther: I did. I brought in case we have to go through something like this again.

>Panther reaches into her bag... But all the bottled water was gone.

Panther: (confused) Huh? Where did...

>Then, we heard gulping sounds... It was Wasabi guzzling the last of the bottled water.

Go Go: Wasabi, that wasn’t ours!

Wasabi: ... Oops. But for the record, I’m not about to die of dehydration in a strange world we know nothing about... Right?

>Panther pulls a lever and her seat fall back those behind her, Queen, and Go Go. That consists of me, Fox, Wasabi, and Fred.

Panther: Idiots!

Violet: Can’t say he didn’t have that coming.

Fred: But did we have to suffer with him? Ow!

Baymax: On of 1 to 10, how would you rate your pain?

Wasabi: (messaging his legs) I think I’m the most in pain.

Look alive, people, we’re almost there!

>I look out. We were finally close to the Palace. When we arrive, Mona resumes his human form.

(Insert song: The Days When My Mother Was There other ver.)

>Up close, the Palace looked like a grand Egyptian tomb.

Oracle: (surprised) Wow! I know my Palace was a tomb. But this looks more like the Valley of the Kings.

Fred: (unimpressed) Tch! Typical Richardson. Only he would like something this grand.

Go Go: (a bit disgusted) No joke.

Hiro: So this is the world inside Richardson Mole’s heart? I gotta say, it’s nothing like we’ve ever seen... And I thought a guy from another world with a talking duck and and talking dog was weird.

Crow: That reminds me, aren’t you suppose to have two of those medical robots? What happened to the other one?

Hiro: It’s a long story.

Baymax: I still fail to see how we are in Richardson Mole’s heart. The human heart is very small. How could we all fit inside an organ? And how does one steal a heart? The human body cannot survive without one.

Oracle: It’s a different kind of heart, Baymax. Note to self: Remind Hiro to make a chip for cognitive psience.

Hiro: Right. I’ll be sure to remember that.

Wasabi: (starting to sweat a little) Do you think we can hurry up? I already worked up a sweat in yoga.

Panther: (unhappy) Said the guy who drank the whole water. Speaking of which, Mona, I thought you worked on the AC.

Mona: I guess I still have a long way to go.

Oracle: Then let’s head inside.

Wasabi: (nervous) Hold on, that’s a tomb! A TOMB!

Oracle: Relax, I don’t think the Shadows are going to attack right away. Just stick close to us and it should be fine.

Wasabi: Hope you’re right.

>We go inside the tomb.

(Insert song: The Days When My Mother Was There)

>Inside the tomb was a bit like Oracle’s Palace, but a bit more different. Instead of being cyber themed, it looked a bit like a cross between an arcade and a comic book shop.

Joker: Oracle, any enemies?

Oracle: There are, but they’re a little far off, so don’t worry. Let’s just look around and see what we can find.

>We all look around. It doesn’t seem we can find anything. The comics all depicted the same thing: Richardson Mole making Fred look like a fool. The same thing with the arcade games.

Wolf: This kid’s really got it in for you.

Fred: It’s a friendly rivalry.

Crow: Well you ‘friendly’ rivalry is making a friend of our really unhappy. Just because he agrees with you, Richardson is hounding him all over the Internet. Changing his heart is the only way to make him stop.

Fred: Still, I’m not too sure about this. As awesome as it is to know this kinda stuff is possible, I don’t think targeting Richardson would be good for either of us.

He tried to sell you a fake comic book in exchange for unnecessary servitude. Who does that?

Fred: ... Fair point.

?????? ?????????: Who’s dissuading my customers again?

Everyone: !

>Suddenly, someone comes from behind some large curtains at the top of some large stairs. It was Richardson Mole, however, he was different. He was dressed like an Egyptian priest who was shirtless and wearing an Eye of Horus amulet. And also, his eyes were gold-colored.

Fred: Richardson!? How did you get here?

Noir: He’s not really here. This must be his Shadow. The ruler of this Palace.

Hiro: His Shadow?

Mona: The part of Richardson that he denies having. He rules this place and guards the Treasure at its core.

Shadow Richardson: So, you’ve decided to come and serve me after all, Fred.

Fred: I don’t think so. Seeing you like this, I’m a little terrified.

Shadow Richardson: Well that’s a shame. I could have given you my more rare comics.

Fred: Really? ... No, I must stay strong.

Shadow Richardson: (angry) And you! (pointing at me, Fox, Oracle, and Noir) You owe me a servant! Oh well, I guess you will have to do... Along with her. (making a provocative gesture towards Go Go)

Go Go: (angry) In your dreams, you little twerp!

Shadow Richardson: I don’t think you have a choice. This is my world. You have to obey... Or, I could just have my friends here deal with you.

>Shadow Richardson snaps his fingers and a couple of Shadows that looked like Egyptian guards appear.

Hiro: (surprised) Whoa! I did not see that coming.

>Then, the rest of the Phantom Thieves changed into their other clothes.

I guess he sees us as threats now.

Guess we knew this was coming.

Hiro: If only we could contact the Skymaxes, we could get our gear and we’d take these guys.

I think I can help with that.

>Panther snaps her fingers and, in a puff of red smoke, Big Hero 6 was now geared up.

Dios mío! And I thought Donald’s magic was impressive.

Panther: I should really thank Stella for teaching me that one. Fair warning, though, this gear I crated from your own cognition. So it won’t be as effective as the real thing.

Well it sure feels a little real.

That shows you how impressive Panther is.

Shadow Richardson: (scoffing) Impressive you say? Can you top these two?

>The two Shadows change their shape.

Queen: I don’t think Oracle needs to summon her Persona just yet. These enemies are weak to Wind.

Mona: I guess that’s my cue.

Panther: I’ll help, too. I’ll burn them and you can increase the damage.

Fox: I will fight as well. I still wish to punish him for trying to pass off such ugly filth as art.

Mona, Panther, and Fox: Persona!

>I change Personas.

Joker: Persona!

Okay, that’s a little impressive. But can they really fight?

Mona: Just wait and see. Zorro, show your might!

>Zorro uses Magarula. Both Nagas are knocked down.

Awesome! You took 'em down in one blow! Literally! And being weak to certain elements? Sounds like something out of an RPG.

Mona: Quiver in fear!

>After the attack, the two Nagas were still up. Carmen uses Matarunda. Goemon uses Masukukaja. I already equipped Rakshasa with Matarukaja with a Skill Card.

Oracle: Persona!

Oracle: This one! Defense up!

>Necronomicon uses Marakukaja. Naga 1 also uses Marakukaja. Naga 2 uses Zionga on Mona. Fortunately, he dodges it. Zorro uses Magarula. Both Nagas were knocked down. We don’t do an All-Out-Attack this time. Mona then attacks them both with his slingshot. Carmen uses Agilao on Naga 2. He gets Burned. Goemon uses Bufula on Naga 1. He becomes Frozen. Rakshasa uses Giant Slice on the Frozen Naga. It shatters him. Naga 1 gets back up and uses Zionga on Mona. He is knocked down. Then, Naga 1 uses Giant Slice on Panther. Fortunately, she dodges it. Naga 2 uses Giant Slice on me. It was a critical hit. Naga 2 simply attacks me again. The Burn eats away at his health. Mona gets back up and Zorro uses Magarula. Naga 1 dodges it, but Naga 2 is knocked down along with a technical hit. Mona passes the baton to Fox and Goemon uses Tempest Slash on the remaining Naga. Panther attacks with her machine gun. She lands a critical hit on the remaining Naga. Then, Carmen uses Concentrate. Goemon uses Vicious Strike. I get back up and Rakshasa uses Mind Slice. No Confusion. Naga 1 gets back up. He hesitates. Naga 2 gets back up and uses Zionga on me. I’m Shocked. The Burn eats away at his health. Zorro uses Salvation. Carmen uses Lullaby. Both Nagas fall Asleep. Goemon uses Vicious Strike again. It was a technical hit that woke them up. Rakshasa uses Girant Slice on Naga 1. He is now weaker. Naga 1 uses Marakukaja. Naga 2 tries to attack Fox, but Goemon uses Counter. The Burn eats away at his health still. Zorro uses Magarula. Both Nagas are knocked down.

Mona: Time for some bloodshed!

>After the attack, Naga 1 was gone as Naga 2 is still up. Carmen uses Tarunda. Goemon uses Masukukaja. Rakshasa uses Matarukaja. The remaining Naga tries to use Zionga on Mona, but he dodges it. Zorro uses Garula. The Naga is knocked down. We don’t do an All-out-Attack this time. Mona passes the baton to Panther and Carmen uses Concentrate. Then, she uses Agidyne. The Naga is now weaker and is Burned. Goemon uses Tempest Slash. Rakshasa uses Giant Slice. The Naga uses Zionga on Mona. He is knocked down. The Naga then attacks me. Mona gets back up and Zorro uses Garula. The Naga is knocked down along with a technical hit.

Mona: Too late for apologies!

Mona: Game! Over!

>The battle was over.

Shadow Richardson: (agitated) Good help is so hard to find these days. Guards!

>A few more Shadows appeared.

Looks like it’s time for the night to begin to shine.

Yeah, we have our minds made up.

>...

Wasabi: (a bit spooked) How did I know to say that?

I cannot say. This is not in my database. But I can say that we do not have enough strength to continue fighting. I suggest that we leave at once.

He’s right. We can’t stay. Let’s move.

>With that, we leave the Palace.

Shadow Richardson: Go ahead, run. I come from one of the most powerful families in San Fransokyo. You won’t take my Treasure. I’ll see to that. You can never defeat someone close to a god!

>The Frederickson Candy Company. On the outside, it looks just like any abandoned factory... But when you take a closer look inside...

Welcome back, Big Hero 6.

Hiro: Hey, Basemax. We have guests.

Basemax: I am scanning them now... Scan complete. Recognizing guests.

Nice optics. Do they do retinal scans, too?

Hiro: (a little proud) You bet. Basemax was made by the guy who designed this place. But it also helped that I improved it a bit with parts just lying around our school.

Wolf: That must be one heck of a school.

Hiro: Of course. SFIT. San Fransokyo Institute of Technology. It’s only the best nerd school ever.

In your world, perhaps. But in ours, I think you’ll find that the best nerd school ever is Horizon High.

Hiro: (laughing) I think you’re high.

>We all laugh.

Fred: By the way, what’s Horizon High?

Queen: It’s one of the major science schools in our world. Some of our friends are graduating from there soon. They would have done it sooner, but the school just had a change of directors.

Crow: Not to mention the alien invasion the shook New York where the school is.

Fred: (excited) Really!? An alien invasion!?

Baymax: And the virus.

Wasabi: (a little worried) What virus?

Queen: We’ll tell you later after we have rested.

Crow: Speaking of our world, I should check up on Ryuji. Do you mind if I went outside for a bit?

Go Go: Go ahead. I doubt anyone is watching this place.

Fred: (acting suspicious) You never know.

>With that, Crow leaves.

Basemax: Guest rooms are now complete.

Hiro: Thanks, Basemax.

Go Go: Since when did we have guest rooms?

Hiro: Since now. I added a few more upgrades to Basemax... Don’t tell Roddy though.

Wolf: (confused) Roddy?

Fred: He’s the guy who designed our lair. That reminds me. Basemax, any messages?

Basemax: You have no new messages from Roddy Blair, King of Lairs.

Fred: (a little worried) Dang! I knew I shouldn’t have let him borrow Mini-Max. Who knows what he’s doing to him.

Honey: I’m sure he’s fine, Fred.

Go Go: You could just try calling him.

Fred: Naw, I don’t want to sound too desperate.

Wasabi: I’m not sure that’s how it works.

>As the others left to get more acquainted, me and Hiro stayed in the Conference Room.

Hiro: All this just for one kid. You know, there are bigger fish here to go after.

Joker: Like your boss?

Hiro: True. Alistair Krei is the difficult type of guy, but he has his good points, too.

Joker: Yeah, I heard. Though, the truth is, aside from Richardson and Krei, there was one other target here in this city.

Hiro: (curious) Really? Who?

Well... You.

Hiro: (shocked) Me?

Joker: A friend of ours said he had a problem with you. And Wasabi.

Hiro: You mean... The other Hiro? Me and Wasabi have been dreaming about him. And the other Big Hero 6.

Joker: Yeah. He and the other Wasabi have been dreaming about you guys as well. He said you were in trouble. Some guy called Chief Cruz.

Hiro: We were in trouble with him, but it’s all good now. He knows who we are and is letting us continue doing what we do.

Joker: True. But our Hiro is still not happy.

Hiro: He doesn’t like me, does he?

Joker: He thinks you’re too good.

Hiro: Why?

Joker: He told me himself. The words that echoes in his brain: “It’s what Tadashi would do. It’s what Tadashi would want. Tadashi would do the same thing. Tadashi is here. Tadashi this. Tadashi that. Tadashi. Tadashi. Tadashi.”

He says it’s driving him bonkers over the fact that a version of him is letting his dead brother take over his life.

Hiro: (appalled) I do not let Tadashi take over my life. I just live by his example while still doing my own thing.

Joker: That’s not how our Hiro sees it. Don’t get him wrong, though. He thinks it’s honorable that you are honoring your brother’s memory, but you take it to a level he’s not comfortable with. He has a departed loved one as well, but he doesn’t let that get in his way of living. It just proves that even though you have the same role, you two are different.

Hiro: I know. He has his reason of becoming a hero and I have mine... I just wish I could understand his reason a bit more.

Joker: I’m sure you will.

>With that, we leave to check out the guest rooms.

>Up in the old factory, Crow was talking to Skull on his phone.

Crow: I see, so that’s why they wanted you to stay.

Ya bet. I wasn’t sure at first, but I think it might be good. But I still wish I could be there with ya guys. From what you said, this Noodle Burger sounds good.

Crow: Maybe next time. We might even bring Peter, Harry, and the others here. I know they would love to meet Big Hero 6. And they also use the break after what happened in New York.

Skull: (looking a little serious) Yeah, about that. I don’t think we have to wait.

Crow: Why would you say that?

Skull: Well, they just announced it one the new just after we finished practice. Here, I’ll send it to ya the video.

>Skull sends the video news to Crow.

This is J. Jonah Jameson for DBC News. Not too long ago, the CEO of Oscorp, Harold “Harry” Osborn, aka Hobgoblin, has announced that he will travel to another version of our world. More specifically, someplace called... San Fransokyo. In the wake of the Maximum Venom Incident, the Venom invasion, which I totally blame Spider-Man for, and despite the global pandemic, some other dimensional CEO by the name of Krei decided to take advantage of the situation and have his company merge with one of the two other companies here, Stark International and Oscorp Industries. However, the owner of Stark International, Tony Stark, aka Iron Man, proved to be too much for him. So, Krei set his eyes on Oscorp. Hearing this, Osborn decided to tell him that a merger with him isn’t going to happen. However, rather than do it over communication or letting Krei come over to New York, the Osborn kid decided to go over to San Fransokyo instead.

I know it seems like a bad idea for me to go to another world that’s been untouched by the virus, but I know guys like Krei won’t just settle for a video phone call and I don’t think it’s a good idea for him to come here without thinking too much about the risk. So, I’ll have to go to him and tell him face to face... mask. (laughing a bit) A little joke. Anyway, don’t worry. I have been thoroughly tested. I’m fine and should be leaving for San Fransokyo very soon. I won’t be going alone, though. Coming with me to back me up are my boyfriend, Peter “Spider-Man” Parker...

After what happened with Venom and figuring out which college to go to after graduation, I could use the break. Plus, it would be a good opportunity to meet San Fransokyo’s superhero team that share the name of the one in Japan, and I’m not talking about the Future Avengers.

Harry: Also with us is a young inventor from Japan who claims that he has a relative in San Fransokyo. I’m not sure what he means, but we’ll allow it. His name... Hiro Takachiho. That’s who will come with me.

J. Jonah Jameson: Well there you have it, the Corporate Kid, the Wall-Crawling Menace, and some underage genius going to another version of Tokyo... Or San Francisco. Whichever works for you. Speaking of San Francisco, in our next news, the city is completely overrun with bears... who act like people. More on this later.

Oh. My...

>To be continued...

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Episode 1 - I have no idea what I'm doing. - Eric

Everyone’s pretty active. Certain people know each other and I’m pretty much a newborn deer in the ORG community. Chrissa says “I’ve added pretty much everyone” as a contact but didn’t add me. So then I added a few people and no response or people added me back. Like my god I could go home for being a newbie. No hun.

I have no idea what I'm doing. It's honestly been so long I'm just trying to talk to everybody and get to know them. I don't remember when the time to start alliances are and other things and it's a whole mess but we are working with it!!

Russell deserves all the wins

So I think Austin and I may have started an alliance. He seems pretty nice and I believe that he wants to be loyal especially since it's only be 2 hours since the game started. I'm hoping tomorrow us two can find some other people to make a larger alliance. I get good vibes from Heather and Chips specifically. Chips I knew before I left the community a while back, and I know he has a lot of passion for ORGs which I think is very valuable in an ally. I also really like Heather because we are very similar people. We are both starting college, both just returned to ORGs. It just kind of felt meant to be. Obviously I have to listen to who Austin likes too. I think when I played orgs in the past, my errors were both not making the alliances soon enough, and also trying to control them. If I want to win, I have to play differently.

Im BACK. Imma make this quick. Welcome to Cast First Night Impression Vibes Coco~ Havent Spoken to him too much yet since it was 4AM when things came out for him. Seems sweet. Says he played on tengaged and zwooper. Stephen~ We played in the past. I think 2 games, one where I was completely against him and one where I tried to be on his side then everyone voted him out early. I think both were atomic games. He messaged me right away since he knew I took a long boi break which was nice. Gotta talk to him a bit more. Austin~ Seems pretty chill, we had convo about horror stuff and atm talking about Winners at War (I'm not gonna spoil anything. Don't yall worry) I can definitely see potentially working with him. Livingston~ Talked for a little bit. Shared a little bit of theatre stuff with each other since he does a lot of tech for his school where as I do onstage and offstage things. There is potential. Dylan~ We talked a bit. Im vibing. I hope he is too. talked more music tastes and all. POTENTIAL Eric~ Eric and I are one. We were talking and realized we are the same person and are the voices in each others head. I definitely want to work with him the most out of anyone so far. Splat/Evan~ Pretty chill tried talking to him. I feel a connection but like not like the biggest. I think things could definitely look up in the future tho Chips~ CHIIIIIIIPS. I love Chips. I didn't talk to him as much as I should have my previous game with him like 2 YEARS AGO. We talked a lot today and I think this game I can possibly work with him. Glo~ We played a big brother org together toward the beginning of my break, which was a rough time in my life and why I stick to survivor games. She messaged me and I messaged back, but I have yet to get another message from her yet. We will see in the morning. FOR IDOL SEARCHES: I checked an I am gonna write down the paths I take. I got a deadend this time.

GLO GLO is spilling the tea . I have only done live chat with DYLAN so far but OMG we connected and he reminded me of two players I loved and do to this day one for over 10 year the other for 5 years who are close to me to this day. Me and Dylan connected talked about life game laughed shared stories and somehow FINAL 2 has evolved and I am super happy about this.

Ok this is the most social I’ve ever been at the start of a game I called Gloria since we’re both I Love Money alumni & we hella bonded ??????? She’s so sweet 🥰🥺🥰🥺 we literally talked for two full hours on cast reveal day, wow. I would love to work with her far into this game, maybe even to the end 🤭 if we could do that Stephen is cool, I’d like to work with him. He’s loyal & smart & good at challenges so ✌🏻 Eric & I had a very interesting dynamic in middle earth, but I think we were able to smooth over that together Evan also seems really cool, I just met him but we’ve already switched friend codes so it’s getting pretty serious also glo was like ‘You better not betray me for a man you have a crush on’ and I was like uhhh I’m emotionally unavailable don’t worry glo you’re safe

I feel less stressed atm. Chatted to a couple people. Nothing major, no alliances made (or if add production to it). I hope I can continue manoeuvre my way to find a footing in this alliance otherwise I’ll be the first boot and be annoyed at myself. Just worried about past connections and my no connections.

Heyyy, first confessional of the season!! So the tribe seems pretty chill, no one i hate, a few i know. Dylan and Heather might be an issue if they hold grudges? But i doubt it. What I’m really looking for healre is a solid group of 4, I could see chips and heather being a part of that as they arent goats, but who knows. The idea is to group with people who will play and take the heat off me, instead of goats who might gang up on me at end game

Personally coming into this game as a new player, one of my biggest concerns were past relationships. So I talked with my secret alliance member Choo about who he has played with in the past, and he mentions Austin. After doing that, I ask Austin who he has played with in the past, and he tells me that he has never played with anyone before. Immediately I knew he was bullsh*tting. However, I really need to keep my mouth shut that Austin lied about this to me, but when the time comes, I'll be sure to expose his ass.

My strategy in this game is to create as many options for me to take as possible to get to the end. The way I'm doing that is by playing the "clueless 16 year old" card so that people see me as naive, when in reality, I'm probably just as ready to backstab, lie, cheat, steal just as much as any of these people are, if not more. So far it seems to be working and I sense that a lot of people feel as though they can trust me. But I will take the option that best suits me.

Immediately I was able to create a secret alliance with Coco, due to a mutual friend, being Evanw919. Evan is one of my best friends irl and was actually the person that introduced me to this game. After talking to Coco a lot, I feel as though he is someone I can trust, and I do intend to go as far as I can with him... unless it's in my best interest to take him out if necessary. I may intend on trusting him, but I don't intend to let friendships impact my decision making.

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First day went great I feel ! Everyone is super nice so far and I hope we can win a few challenges together. COCO IS HERE! I love coco and hope we can go far together already . I have trusted him before and it turned out really good for me. Glo is a sweetheart and gotta love her. Livingston is nice and so is chips tho I feel they may need to go down the road. Stephen and me have talked a lil in the community so I feel I can maybe trust him . I'm excited and nervous to be playing again but ready to go !

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I like this cast and like the people on my tribe i hope they are not too annoyed hearing about my internet but they have to know what they might be dealing with obviously it only happens at certain times depending how many people are on the internet with rogers, so if i get voted out cause of it i won't be mad, but also i am hoping for a lockdown end sooner than later so we can switch providers. as John Coffey said it's a very bad time to be having these internet problems.

Okay! The season is officially on! Not much to report about yet but I want to make a confessional right now just in case I forget to do it later. Gotta avoid those strikes! So far all I know about my tribe is that John Coffey and I briefly played together in a previous game, though we weren’t ever on the same tribe, and Chrissa and I played together at some point though I can’t remember anything about when we did. I’m looking forward to the challenge and I hope we can crush it!

I have managed to talk to everyone on my tribe and I definitely feel good vibes from most apart from maybe Livingston who doesn't really seem interested in talking to me. What is interesting that Evan asked me if I had known anyone from previous game(s) and I told him I knew Austin and Livingston BUT Austin told him that he knew NONE. So now Evan doesn't trust him but trusts me. I really like Evan,Eric, Heather, Austin and also Glo and Dylan. I'd like to work with them but mostly with Evan, Eric, Heather and Austin.

Right now what I'm trying to do is to get these people caught in a lie, but I intend to save the lie to expose them when the time is right. People say one of the worst mistakes you can make in survivor is playing too hard too fast. However, playing hard quickly can be gotten away with if you are sneaky about it and don't get caught. I'm trying to get these people to think I'm incompetent as they aren't even aware they are being manipulated

2ND Confessional OK so far my 2 favorites I have talked to are Dylan and if the truth is being told we are in 2 man alliance. @nd I have messaged with most is CoCo real name David. He said he is knew to orgs and is afraid of alliances happening which probably is true. Dylan and I both like CoCo so we are bring him in as our 3rd hopeful in a possible alliance. CoCo actually said he wanted to work with me so hopefully I have him and Dylan watching my back as I will them if they stay loyal but if they run their mouth goodbye quick if needed. So far I am happy with these two and have no idea what other two I hope to round up. Both Dylan and I agree about getting CoCo with us and hope it don't backfire with a new player to orgs.

I’ve chatted to Kevin and acted like I’m paranoid (I am a wee bit but I’m definitely adding spice) and he’s like “If I hear your name I’ll let you know” which is what I’m looking for. If I can play a ditzy “I’m just happy to be here!” act I think it’ll make the more strategic players come to me and make them act like I’m a pawn in their chess game. (I have good episode title material Yass). Also I’m gay.

I love music video challenges, but everyone seems to not like them so I am a bit nervous. I got closer to Coco and I love him!! I definitely wanna work with him and he said he feels comfortable with me Austin and Eric, which same so I right now feel good but its only been a day. I hope we get a good score, although we already know one person who would prefer to not be in it oof.

The idol hunt, love the idea. Me and Darcy are working together and telling each other where we went. My first way was a flop, not helpful. Darcy’s first route was T2, R, L, R, R and went out and my first route was shorter. I think if we keep going this way we’ll get to the idol soon. I told Darcy to go T2, R, L, R, L, L as I think that will bring us closer.

They voted Call Me Maybe. I want to die but I want to win more so HEY I JUST MET YOU

Have I confessed too much in the past few hours? Nah. So Coco and I are planning to work together and we seem to be on the same wavelength and he seems to trust me. He shared about his idol hunt and I think we are gonna try and map out together different tunnels. I mentioned how I dont think anyone would have the idol yet, but I could be wrong. We also talked about hoping to get Austin and Eric in to potentially work together, which I am down for as long as we can get the numbers. I do think I have to feel out more before I do anything drastic as we LITERALLY HAVENT DONE A CHALLENGE YET. Any who, I think I am having a decent social game at the moment, but you know thats just my point of view. I hope no one hates me yet (thats for later). I wanna do a tribe call but Im lowkey nervous that chaos will ensue or it will be too quiet for some reason. I mainly want it to form more bonds with people, and possibly play a jackbox game of fibbage to see who the best liar is (it is a science).

Looking at my options for a four-man super-team power-rangers/voltron alliance, my instinct is to team up with Chips, Heather, and Dylan. While one benefit is I have some prior experience with each of these guys, the main reason is that each of these have made a consistent effort to talk to me and we have some form of rapport. Glo has also tried to talk to me but like, I know nothing about her? Its been hard to have a clear conversation. The others are fine, we’ll see how we go.

should i aim for chips-heather-dylan for a 4 alliance? or chips-heather-eric?? i know its early but this kind of alliance should be i think, at the same time though being pushy can lead to being seen as a threat... maybe i should wait to see if we loose immunity

The tea is that today Evan told me he had formed a secret alliance called "Florida" w Heather. I am okay w it because I trust both of them! We made an agreement that Evan would check tunnel 1, I would do 2 and Heather would check 3 for the idol. I hope I managed to put myself in a decent position. That's all for now I guess.

So last night we decided to pick Call Me Maybe as our song for the Lip Sync challenge which is iconic and the pretty people tribe will win!! Today was a little bit more lowkey. I spent a majority of the day finishing off my persuasive speech assignment. Towards the afternoon though, Heather talked to me about how we could work together in the game and I was REALLY glad for that. I was intending on talking to her anyway about starting an alliance with her. Earlier, Austin and I confirmed our strategical bond by making an alliance and talking about who we would want to join us. I said Heather and Austin said Coco. I really like both so I'm glad. Heather told me that she was told about the 4, so it's nice to see that everyone's on the same page. Hopefully we win the challenge, but at the moment I feel good about the group that's beginning to form.

My one fear in this challenge (aside from public humiliation) is that I think our songs a little basic and too over done? We’ll find out how the judges feel I guess

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I don’t have much new to report other than Mac saying he wants to work with me in the game. So I’ve got that going. John’s a fantastic guy and I’d love to get something going with him too. That’s a far cry from a majority in this game but it’s a start. I’m hoping we can pull through and win this challenge so we don’t have to worry at all about going to tribal first. I’m not confident enough in my position in the game right now that I’d be able to survive a tribal.

Soooooo a alliance finally started with me eric , evan, heather,and coco which I'm 100% down for with the time being . I really like everyone tho so I hope we win this first challenge . Even tho I really hate music videos . I'm awkward and never know what to do . Hopefully my tribe can carry me by with this one .

Eric tells me about this 5 person alliance plan, with himself, Austin, Heather, Coco, and myself. What I tell him, is that I am completely comfortable going with his plan and that I feel blessed to be a part of the group. However, what Eric doesn't know, is that I was the one who initially created this plan. There's a core secret 3 person alliance here with Coco, Heather and myself, along with two semi-trustworthy guys in Eric and Austin. The best part about this, is that Eric and Austin have no idea that they are on the bottom of the alliance. In fact, they think they were the ones to instigate it.

So tis' 10:53 PM on a april 12th night and the alliance between myself, Heather, coco, austin and evan is official. Coco really wanted evan involved and honestly evan is really cool and kind of a mini-me so I'm fine with him being involved. Austin and Heather also like evan so everything's good. I hope we win the challenge because I like the whole tribe but the others haven't talked with me quite as much. Glo is nice but when she dms she, she explains herself like Im silently disproving of her which is weird because she can do whatever she wants idc she's a queen. Chips is nice and we talked the most out the other 4, but sometimes I don't understand what he's saying. I don't think that's a bad thing necessarily, but I just feel more comfortable around the other 4. Stephen and Dylan are nice as well and I think they are cool, but we just haven't really got to talk that much. I really hope we win the challenge because I don't want to vote anyone out but we will see.

Wow ok Im in an alliance. Me like that. I named us the prettier people because we call our tribe the pretty people tribe. I really like the people in it as it includes Austin, Eric, Evan and Coco. Evan wants to make Coco Evan and I the core 3 in the group, however, I feel closest to Coco and Eric as of right now. Lets hope we need to talk game more LATER since I want to win the challenge rather than vote someone off. Im hoping I can somehow get alliances with the Eric Austin side, making us a core 3, and the Coco Evan side making us a core 3.

Oop Stephen is trying to form a tight 3 person alliance, today is the rise of the game play

So i decided on forming an alliance of three instead, smaller but a bit less intimidating, and I let Heather choose the third for diplomacy, she chose austin who wouldnt be my first choice but still good. Hopefully this is a good first step.

Alliance 1: The Prettier People: Me, Coco, Austin, Eric, Evan Alliance 2: The Chatty Trio: Me, Austin, Stephen (Stephen mentioned sides with Livingston and Chips as well so Id say they are affiliations) Alliance 3: Unnamed as of right now and yet to form a chat: Me, Coco, Evan I guess Austin sees us working well together so Id say that's definitely a plus so woo This happened very quickly. It has been quite an Easter in Canada

Sunshine and myself had a nice long Skype call last night getting to know each other! Darcy was there for much of it as well but it was mainly Sunshine talking. It feels really good to build a bond early on and I’m hoping we can keep that up and work together in this game. Right now Jessie seems to be the least active person on the tribe. She doesn’t really speak much in tribe chat and I’ve only had a brief conversation with her in PMs.

WE WON! Call me maybe more like Call us the winners BABY WOOOOOOOOO

Hey so I just got off an almost hour long call with Glo... and she is terrifying!!! Seriously if it wasn’t for the fact I’m 80% sure I couldn’t do it I’d want her out first. HOWEVER We Won!!!!! party party. While early tribals can be good I feel like I’m doing well enough in the bonding not to need it.

WE WON WOOOO. I was so worried!! We can all live in peace for a day Bless Up

Russell deserves to win

Well we lost the first immunity challenge which is a huge hit to morale. My only goal for the next 24 hours is to just convince people to not write my name down. I don’t feel like I’ve bonded as much as I should have with some people but I think I can keep my name off the block. I’ve already spoken with Mac, Darcy and Kevin and they’ve all agreed to work with me. So that’s 4 of the 5 majority there. I had a long call with Sunshine last night so I think I can get him on my side as well. I should be okay. But things can change so quickly in this game. As for who I’d like to vote out. Jessie has been the least active in tribe chat. But Dan is who I’ve spoken with the least out of everyone. Kevin being on exile island makes this vote both easier and more difficult. There can’t be a rock draw. Someone is getting straight up voted out.

I asked the chat if anyone had animal crossing & Evan was like ‘chip does’ literally WHAT how close are y’all ?? Evan said this was his first ever ORG. Also he straight up asked me who I knew already & who was trustworthy. Like HUH. We played smash bro’s together tho after that so I think we’re chill Anyways, I like everyone on the tribe. Glo wants to form a threesome w us & Coco which I am down for. Heather & Eric both scare me 😟 I always get so paranoid at the start of orgs I’m So glad we won that challenge bc I would be so scared of going home 🥺🥺

in alliance with Dylan who stole that video and challenge we won. My power went out and neighborhood destroyed with storm all I could do was in house by window scene and was worried I wouldn't get anything submitted but I did get something in thank goodness but I sucked. I have talked to Stephen and have talked to Chips and like both of them. I like Coco also but time difference is killing us trying to chat live but we will make it happen. I am proud of Dylan in that video so much. I want to talk live with Austin cause I have a feeling I will like him but time will tell. Glad did not have to vote anyone out and i was scared it might have been me. We only won by a point so that was close call for sure. I still try to message and reach people but getting some to talk live is hell. Only one I talk game with is Dylan and nothing heavy yet. lol

At the immunity challenge today, I believe I did a very good job staying in the middle in terms of how much work got done. I didn't do all the work, but I did enough so that I wouldn't get targeted for doing nothing

There's no denying that online survivor attempts to be fairly similar to how survivor is on T.V. However, there are still some very key differences between the two. One very important distinction is how much easier it is to get away with lying. This is because for one, they can't read your face, and two, the person lying has time to think about what they want to say before they say it. These two factors can make it much easier to lie compared to real life. Right now I'm lying to almost everyone except for Coco, who I feel would likely be a goat who I can take to the end. Don't get me wrong, I am ready to play this game very hard and do what it takes to win, regardless of if my tribe mates see that or not.

Gloria is lowkey weirding me out a little bit. Why does this old lady want to video chat with a 16 year old boy that she's never had a SINGLE conversation with? Why is she consistent continuing to ask about it? These are questions I do have, but in the game of survivor, sometimes you can't always know the answer. If I did ask, I could potentially find myself in hot water and cause bad vibes from her, so as of now I just need to keep declining her requests to video chat until I send her old ass home.

So coming into this game, I see Kevin and Darcy on my tribe, and I have a relatively okay history with them. However, Kevin is the only one that is really talking to me right now other than Sunshine. Sunshine is sooo TALKATIVE AND ANNOYING!!!!! OMFG HE WONT SHUT UP! However he is good in challenges, so he needs to stick around. honestly I have had no game talk with anyone as of yet, so I dont have much to write about.

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Hey sis, not much has happened which is worrying. Me and Darcy haven’t found the idol which is annoying. I talked to a couple people about the vote and some hadn’t made their mind and I said Chrissa or Jessie as the vote. The lack of people talking is scary tbqh.

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I hate losing cause judges are blind they are wrong anyway on a personal note if i am still in the game at this point my internet should be running better cause my mom finally gave in and called bell to switch. But i am gonna be real no one has messaged me so idk how safe i feel.

Me being able to get Chrissa out first vote. WOW COME ON NEWBIE! Snakes, they like to stay hidden. Blend in. If a person sees a snake slithering around hissing all the time, people will react negatively to the snake. But if the snake has been blending into it’s surroundings, the person wont realise. I don’t know if I’d call myself a villain or anti-hero. The reason why I want Chrissa out is because she has a bad social game and I want to keep around people who I’ve bonded with. (I swear I’m kind in real life!)

It’s certainly looking like the vote is going to be Chrissa tonight. I’m a little sad at that since she’s a genuinely wonderful person. Something about this game is just making me super depressed. Everyone’s been so nice and friendly. Everyone has put effort into the game. But Chrissa’s name was the first one thrown out and it’s just sticking. I can’t even think of another name to throw out instead. This game is going to be rough to play I think. Usually I’m not so invested in my other tribe mates but I would truly like for all of us to win this game.

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3-2 Kimono Rumble: A World Without Wielders

Again, sorry for the spam.

If you want to blacklist these, you can use either the tag #kimono rumble for just this event, or #xdu event scripts for all these posts in general.

Reminder that these are copied straight from XD Unlimited itself, so any grammatical weirdness, mistranslations, and/or mischaracterizations are not my doing.

Chris Yukine: "Here we are. Another day, another world."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Nothing seems too different."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Yeah. Are we really in a parallel world?"

Chris Yukine: "That's usually how it is. If you take a good look, you'll find plenty of differences."

Chris Yukine: (I didn't think they'd send three of us to investigate.)

Genjuro Kazanari: "There was an alert from Gjallarhorn this morning. I'm sorry, but I'll need you to investigate it."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Sure! You can count on us!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Please let us go."

Genjuro Kazanari: "Shirabe-kun, Kirika-kun, I understand that you're enthusiastic, but--"

Maria: "You two..."

Kirika Akatsuki: "We both want to lend everyone a hand."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "We want to do whatever we can to help. As wielders... and as comrades."

Genjuro Kazanari: "I see. But neither of you have much experience in parallel worlds. You'll need another wielder with you."

Elfnein: "I agree. Investigating parallel worlds brings with it many unknowns, along with difficult battles."

Elfnein: "We have dealt with Karma Noise and other powerful Noise in the past, so being in a team of three is a must."

Maria: "Then I'll--"

Kirika Akatsuki: "You should come along with us, Chris-senpai!"

Chris Yukine: "S-Sure..."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "We would really appreciate it."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Yeah, yeah! Come with us!"

Chris Yukine: "W-Well, if you really want me to..."

Maria: "Shirabe... Kirika?"

Genjuro Kazanari: "That settles it. You three will lead the investigation."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Roger."

Kirika Akatsuki: "All right!"

Chris Yukine: "Understood."

Chris Yukine: "But why me? Poor Maria looked like she was about to cry..." [1]

Kirika Akatsuki: "We want her to rest a little. She's been on missions for so long now, and she hasn't had any time to rest."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "And besides, Maria is too kind to us."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Yeah. We can't help but let her spoil us. We have to get stronger so we can support her when the time comes."

Chris Yukine: "I see. So you chose me as your most dependable senior then."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Maria is good friends with Tsubasa-san, and Hibiki-san has Miku-san..."

Kirika Akatsuki: "I figured you that you were probably pretty lonely by yourself, Chris-senpai." [2]

Chris Yukine: "Well excuse me for living by myself!"

Chris Yukine: "Hey, is that the Noise?!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "We have to hurry!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "I knew it was them!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Where are the wielders in this world?!"

Chris Yukine: "I guess we'll have to deal with the Noise ourselves!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Yup!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Wait, there's someone over there!"

Chris Yukine: "He's being protected by the Self Defense Force."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Maybe he's some kind of VIP? Looks like he's wearing a white co--"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Hm?! Something doesn't feel right here."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "You, too? I'm getting goosebumps."

Chris Yukine: "I don't feel anything... Anyway, let's go help them!"

Soldier A: "They're defeating the Noise..."

Soldier B: "Who are those girls?"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Looks like this area's clear of Noise."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Not a problem for us seasoned wielders!"

Chris Yukine: "That level of Noise was never going to be an issue, anyhow."

Chris Yukine: "So, who are you guys?"

Soldier A: "W-We're soldiers from the Self Defense Force. We appreciate your help, but who are YOU?"

Chris Yukine: "We're..."

Chris Yukine: "Hey, what do you think we should call ourselves?"

Kirika Akatsuki: "W-W-Wait a minute! How would I know?!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Umm, we're part of S.O.N.G.-- No, I mean Special Disaster Response Team Section--"

Soldier B: "Special Disaster what now? I don't know any civilian organization that goes by that name."

Chris Yukine: "What?! H-Hey! What's going on here?!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "You mean there's no Section 2?!"

Soldier A: "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

Soldier B: "They seem fishy to me. Maybe we should restrain--"

Chris Yukine: "Hold on! There's nothing fishy about us!"

Soldier B: "That's what a fishy person would say. Now stand still while we restrain you."

???: "That is enough!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Whaaaa?! Brrrrrr!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "That voice... It's making all the hairs on my body stand up."

Dr. Ver: "We owe these girls our lives! They are true heroes!"

Dr. Ver: "You will follow my orders, and put down your weapons."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "The Doctor?!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "A-Anyone but him!"

Dr. Ver: "You can relax. I must say, your battle prowess was something to behold."

Chris Yukine: "S-Sure..."

Dr. Ver: "Oh? What's wrong? Why are you moving so far away?"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Get away!"

Dr. Ver: "Was there something I did to make you hate me? Why must you treat me so coldly?"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "I'm sorry, but I...need a little more time to process this."

Dr. Ver: "Huh? Well no matter. Just take your time."

Dr. Ver: "Anyway, how about a little self-introduction. I am the world's leading researcher of relics, Dr. Ver!"

Dr. Ver: "Those things you girls were wielding earlier, they have to be the relics themselves, surely!"

Chris Yukine: "I mean, yeah, but..."

Dr. Ver: "So my eyes didn't deceive me! There is a technology which activates and wields relics. Fascinating!"

Dr. Ver: "But even more fascinating are those songs you sung in battle. Tell me all about their power! Don't be shy!"

Chris Yukine: "H-Hey, slow down there! Don't you come near me!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "So we don't exist in this world."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Not only that, there might not be Symphogears, either. Section 2 doesn't exist, after all."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "But that overeager pushiness... That's exactly like the Doctor we knew."

Dr. Ver: "Wonderful... Just wonderful! Show me more! Tell me more! Come on, don't be shy!"

Chris Yukine: "Oh, geez! Fine! Just calm down a little!"

Dr. Ver: "My god... I never would have thought that parallel worlds existed. Let alone Symphogears or the Sakurai Theory."

Dr. Ver: "It seems that your world is much more developed in relic research compared to mine."

Chris Yukine: "You don't have any wielders here?"

Dr. Ver: "None. At least, none that my esteemed self is aware of, anyhow."

Dr. Ver: "But to think that relics respond to song... How splendid! How incredibly romantic!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "What I want to know is how you guys deal with the Noise without the wielders of Section 2?"

Dr. Ver: "It's just like you saw earlier. The US Military and Japanese SDF work in tandem to deal with them."

Dr. Ver: "However strong the Noise may be, we aren't helpless. Although I can't say we're very effective either."

Dr. Ver: "Except ever since the incident the other day, we've been witnessing abnormalities."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Abnormalities?"

Chris Yukine: "Just what happened in that incident--"

Kirika Akatsuki: "What is that alarm?! A cup noodle timer?!"

Dr. Ver: "No, some Noise appeared. Didn't think they would return so quickly..."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "The Noise!"

Chris Yukine: "Where are they located?!"

Dr. Ver: "Do you really want to go?"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Of course!"

Dr. Ver: "My goodness... My eyes truly weren't mistaken. You girls are just the finest, bravest heroes I've ever--"

Chris Yukine: "Yeah yeah yeah, just tell us where the damn Noise are already!"

Dr. Ver: "I-I understand... Then let me guide you there."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "But why, Doctor?"

Kirika Akatsuki: "It's too dangerous."

Dr. Ver: "My overwhelming curiosity must be quenched! I simply must see you fight up close and personal!"

Dr. Ver: "Wonderful... Just wonderful! Such exquisite displays of battle prowess!"

Chris Yukine: "That's kind how it goes with our Symphogears."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "They're designed specifically to defeat the Noise."

Kirika Akatsuki: "This amount of Noise is a walk in the park for us!"

Dr. Ver: "Hehe... Wonderful, just wonderful..."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Ugh... I feel sick..."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "I know he looks the same, but he's a different person, Kiri-chan."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Yeah, I know that, but... Ugh."

Chris Yukine: "So, about that abnormality you mentioned earlier?"

Dr. Ver: "Recently among the Noise, there have been specimen that appear quite different from the rest."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "That black cat looked like it was a hurry." [3]

Chris Yukine: "Who cares about some cat? So what do these weird Noise look--?"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Hm? More Noise?"

Dr. Ver: "No way, is that--?!"

Chris Yukine: "Heh! It's just some Noise! I'll finish this easy!"

Chris Yukine: "What?! My attack didn't work?!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "It cut her bullets in half!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "I don't believe it..."

Chris Yukine: "Dammit! How about you try this on for size?!”

Chris Yukine: "You've gotta be kidding me! Even that got sliced in half?"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Diiiiiiiie!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "I'm joining in!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Aah!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Aaaaah!"

Chris Yukine: "Hey! Don't trip over nothing!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "We just got a bit careless, that's all! Let's go, Shirabe!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Okay!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: (We tripped over nothing? Something isn't right here...)

Kirika Akatsuki: "Our attacks aren't even making a scratch!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "It's seeing right through all of our attacks."

Chris Yukine: "You cheeky little--! I'll get you!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Chris! You can't go alone!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "The both of you need to calm down!"

Chris Yukine: "Guh! Watch out!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Whoa! We're gonna crash!"

Chris Yukine: "I'm trying to dodge here! Get out of the way!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Now you're just talking crazy!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Look! It's going to attack!"

Chris Yukine: "Aaaah! What?! H-Hold on!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "How?! It cut through my attack like it was nothing!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Stand back!"

Chris Yukine: "Tch... Now we know this isn't some ordinary Noise. Time to go all in!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "You got it!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Roger!"

Chris Yukine: "What is this thing?!”

Kirika Akatsuki: "It's deflecting all our attacks..."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "It's not just that. Unlike the regular Noise, it's watching our movements."

Chris Yukine: "You know, I feel like I've seen this thing's movement before."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "I was just thinking the same."

Kirika Akatsuki: "I don't have any pals that move like that!"

Chris Yukine: "Guess we've gotta get this tricky bastard with one big attack!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "And it's not even a Karma Noise..."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Time for a fully powered attack!"

Chris Yukine: "Don't stop now! Keep pushing!"

Chris Yukine: "All right!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "We managed to take it down..."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "But I'm exhausted..."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Hm? What is this?"

Chris Yukine: "What the? It doesn't look like a Noise fragment."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "But it came from where that Noise vanished. It must be related in some way."

Dr. Ver: "Thank you all for such a wonderful display. I feel I saw every aspect of your power!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Great, now I feel sick again..."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Pull yourself together, Kiri-chan."

Dr. Ver: "Oh? Looks like the SDF and US Military finally arrived. They certainly took their sweet time..."

Soldier: "Doctor! What happened to the Noise here?!"

Dr. Ver: "Those girls cleared them all out! And they didn't leave a single straggler, might I add!"

Soldier: "Huh? You mean those girls in the strange outfits?"

Dr. Ver: "How rude! Can't you tell how wondrous this is?! This is precisely why I hate the uncultured!"

Soldier: "S-Sorry, Doctor!"

Dr. Ver: "Whatever. Everything's fine here, so explain the situation to your unit, and return to base. We're done here."

Soldier: "I-I see..."

Kirika Akatsuki: "They're giving us funny looks."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "It's like they don't believe we defeated the Noise."

Chris Yukine: "Don't pay them any mind. They're free to choose whether to believe it or not."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Chris-senpai even didn't retort back at them."

Kirika Akatsuki: "We're going to see flying pigs at this rate!"

Chris Yukine: "Oh, I get it. So that's how you two see me."

Kirika Akatsuki: "N-Not at all. That was just a figure of speech, like a joke, that's all."

Dr. Ver: "Hehe. You three get along wonderfully well; precisely how a relationship between senpai and kohai should be."

Chris Yukine: "You've got it all mixed up. I'm the senior here! What makes you think I'm their kohai?!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "She's letting this whole senpai thing get to her head."

Kirika Akatsuki: "You can say that again."

Dr. Ver: "I mean, they didn't see you fighting, so it's natural for them to doubt your abilities."

Chris Yukine: "By the way, that Noise from earlier is the abnormality you mentioned, isn't it?" Is it all over now?"

Dr. Ver: "It's not quite that simple. There's more than one of those Noise."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "There are more?"

Dr. Ver: "Yes, there are."

Kirika Akatsuki: "We barely beat one of them with the three of us teaming up. How many more are there?"

Dr. Ver: "Well... There is likely a few dozen more at least."

Chris Yukine: "A few dozen?!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "No way..."

Kirika Akatsuki: "That can't be right! How's that possible?!"

Dr. Ver: "That Noise absorbs relic fragments. I calculated that number based on the number of fragments that exist."

Chris Yukine: "Fragments? Wait, like the one from earlier!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "You mean this?"

Dr. Ver: "My god... It's exactly as I thought."

Dr. Ver: "This is a fragment of Muramasa."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Muramasa?"

Dr. Ver: "Sorry for making you come all the way here. I thought it would be better to explain on-site."

Chris Yukine: "On-site? What do you mean?"

Dr. Ver: "This shrine is where a Muramasa blade was housed."

Dr. Ver; "They are cursed blades, crafted by the blacksmith Muramasa Sengo."

Kirika Akatsuki: "C-Cursed blades?"

Dr. Ver: "Yes. They may not have as deep a history as other relics, but they are said to have cursed the Tokugawa family."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "I've heard the name before, but I didn't know they were cursed..."

Dr. Ver: "They indeed embody a powerful curse, and the Muramasa enshrined here was the very first ever made."

Dr. Ver: "It is a bona fide cursed blade that has taken who knows how many lives."

Dr. Ver: "It brings misfortune to anyone or anything that comes near it."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Misfortune... Could it be that we felt sick in battle because of the blade?"

Dr. Ver: "It must be. In fact, those who have touched it directly have all been struck with some kind of misfortune."

Kirika Akatsuki: "That's one scary sword..."

Chris Yukine: "D-Don't be scared of it. It's just some curse..."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "So how does the Muramasa effect the Noise?" [4]

Dr. Ver: "I do not know. But right after a failed activation experiment, those special Noise started appearing."

Kirika Akatsuki: "You tried to activate a relic? What were you thinking?!"

Dr. Ver: "I was against it! But those barbaric government imbeciles got greedy and forced the Muramasa's activation!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "And then the activation failed, causing it to shatter?"

Dr. Ver: "Yes. Muramasa went berserk, and then shattered instantly as a result."

Dr. Ver: "The shattered fragments scattered over a vast area. If they had only let me handle the experiment!"

Dr. Ver: "Ahem. But I digress. The Noise that were affected by Muramasa--the ones with Muramasa fragments--"

Dr. Ver: "We call them Warrior Noise."

Dr. Ver: "We had no way to deal with them. We either fled, or waited for them to carbonize their victims--"

Dr. Ver: "--But now thanks to you all, we have a ray of hope! You are true--"

Kirika Akatsuki: "True what?"

Dr. Ver: "No, it's too early to say. Anyway, that is what happened in this world."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "You know, there's something about that Noise's name..."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Like, I get it, but it's pretty cliché if you ask me."

Dr. Ver: "That was something the higher-ups decided on. At the end of the day, they make all the decisions."

Chris Yukine: "So these Warrior Noise were affected by Muramasa, making them stronger?"

Dr. Ver: "Yes. There are no other possible causes I can think of."

Chris Yukine: "You know, I think we've found the abnormality we're looking for."

Kirika Akatsuki: "No doubt about it!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "I agree."

Dr. Ver: "I hate to ask this knowing full well that you're visitors from a parallel world, but would you help us?"

Chris Yukine: "Sure. That's why we're here in the first place."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Yeah! Our mission is to resolve that abnormality!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "It's ultimately our problem, too."

Dr. Ver: "Thank you so much! I knew I could count on you all! Hehe..."

Note:

[1] Chris doesn't use others' names outside of very rare cases and here she didn't used "aitsu" in Japanese rather than "Maria"

[2] There's an extra "you" in this line

[3] They left out a word, "in a hurry"

[4] They should have used "affect" rather than "effect"

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