#I’d jump off a cliff if he asked me to ngl

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Happy birthday bossman

[always-andromeda]

iii. Head Over Heels

Eddie Munson x HendersonSister!Reader

Word Count | 4,014

Summary | Four months after taking you out, Eddie figures out that keeping a relationship with you secret is a little harder than he originally thought.

Author’s Note | Ngl, I struggled through this one a little. I am so soft for this man. I need him to look at me fondly. But I also need him carnally. I wont him. That's all I got for today folks, thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

Warnings | we've got some slutty, slutty times ahead (MDNI), I love writing men who cry during sex oops, nothing else I can think of!

Parts |

Maneater

i. | ii. | iii.

Head Over Heels

i. | ii. | iii.

What do guys do when they piss off a girl they like? Eddie had no clue. He wasn't quite the soothing type; he preferred to instigate. That was what got him into the problem in the first place. Hours after the whole charade, he felt the guilt cutting deep into his stomach, making him a little sick. He shouldn't have gone as far as he did. His stupid mouth had to keep running until it got him into trouble.

So he swallowed his pride and bought a cheap bouquet of flowers from Melvald's and drove to your house. He felt even worse looking at the pathetic bundle. The flowers were wilting, which was why they had been so cheap. But it was the thought that counted with these things, right?

If Dustin was home, he'd have to mow right on through the kid and hope he didn't ask any questions. He'd explain and apologize later.

After a few minutes of building up the confidence to approach your front door in his van, he caved. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't drive away. You deserved some sort of apology after what he did. He knocked quickly, counting down the seconds that passed by until he could feasibly get back in his van. Maybe he'd drive himself directly off a cliff in embarrassment.

But before he could talk himself into ditching the flowers on your doorstep and fleeing the scene, the door opened. You're there, a thin frown formed on your lips, as the door rested on your hip.

“You have some nerve coming here.”

Eddie tried not to stutter, “I just wanted to talk.” He’d never felt this nervous around you. It had always been butterflies fluttering around his stomach or little sparks up his spine. Now, it seemed like your glare could burn him alive.

He watched you weigh out your options in your head. Part of him hoped that you'd slam the door in his face and put him out of his misery. He must've looked truly pathetic holding the pathetic bouquet in his sweaty palms. Most of the petals had fallen off on his passenger seat, leaving mostly stems.

“You’re lucky I’m home alone.” You nodded your head and allowed him enough space to enter, taking the flowers as he passed by. Of course he wouldn't be so lucky that you'd let him off easily. 

You throw the flowers down on a recliner in your living room and fold your arms, “Okay, talk.”

“Oh, uh, I’m sorry?” The house was eerily quiet. He felt awkward being there, especially knowing that it was Dustin's house. The whole ordeal wasn't the kid's business, but he still felt terrible keeping such a large secret from him.

“That’s it? You came over here with that shit," you gestured towards the sad bouquet. "To embarrass me even more than you already have—just to say that pitiful sorry?”

“I didn’t think I’d get this far!”

You were very clearly done with him, “Good, then you can go. Now you can pretend that you did something honorable and kindly, leave me alone.”

“That’s not what I wanted.” He rocked back and forth on his shoes and rubbed the pads of his fingers on his palms.

“Then what did you want from me? Because you couldn’t have been expecting me to be jumping for joy exactly.”

“I wanted you to…I don’t know. I guess I wanted to stop feeling like shit.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have flashed the whole school my underwear.”

Eddie winced at the mention of it as if he could've avoided your bluntness, “I’m sorry. I am so sorry.”

You raised a finger at him, “No, you don’t get it. Half the boys in our school can whore themselves out and nothing happens to them. If anything, it makes them that much more desirable. But when I go out, I get a reputation. I get guys whispering to each other that I’m easy.” A shaky breath rattled you, “What you did today only makes all of that so much worse.”

The answer was so clear to him, “Then let them talk about both of us.”

“I really don’t need-”

Eddie interrupted you, inching towards you, "We don’t need any of those assholes as long as we’ve got each other. If they're gonna judge you, is it really worth staying friends with them? Is it worth giving a fuck about what they have to say?”

You were quiet. He wasn't sure if he'd only made you more annoyed or if you were willing to listen. Either way, he continued, grabbing your hand in the process. It was limp like you weren't willing to put in the effort to really connect with him.

"Listen, you were right. I'm a big old attention whore. And what I did...it sucked. And I'm sorry." Eddie sighed, "You know by now that I like you. Like a lot. But if we have any chance at making it, we've got to do it together."

Your voice was uncharacteristically small, "Wasn't it fun, though? When it was just us?" He could see a flicker of longing behind your downcast gaze.

Eddie smiled slightly, "Fuck yeah, it was a lot of fun. It can still be just us. But we have to get rid of some of the secrecy." He hooked his arms around you gingerly and pulled you closer. His body was stable, grounding. "I want my uncle to meet you. Fuck, I wanna come over for dinner and be all nice and polite for your mom. I want to see the look on Dustin's face when you introduce me as your boyfriend. I want everyone to know that we've got something that is so strong that they can't touch it. They can’t say shit to us."

You directed your soft eyes to him, "You make really good points when you actually think things through. Instead of act impulsively."

"I'm sorry." He wouldn't be able to say it enough, he was sure of it. And he didn't expect you to forgive him. He wouldn't forgive himself for what he'd done. He thought he'd had you pegged completely. But he wasn't sure how he hadn't seen the insecurities you had. He scolded himself for not figuring it out.

Eddie massaged your lower back, hoping the action solidified his apology. You hummed appreciatively and cupped his face in your hands. It fit so perfectly resting in his palms. The two of you clicked even further into place as you drew him into an easy kiss. It quickly became heavier as you pressed yourself deep into his arms.

You released him just enough to rasp, "Let's go to my room."

Eddie bit his lip hard as you pushed him into your bedroom door, keeping him caged in with your shorter frame. He couldn't even take a look around the place before you were smothering his lips with yours again. It took him a second to respond, closing his eyes and submitting to your feverish touch. You bit his bottom lip and tugged on it before letting it snap back in place. His own mouth parted slightly as he looked down at you. There was a delightfully sinful intent in your desperate expression.

A smirk formed on the corner of his lip, realizing the drastic switch in your mood, "There you are, princess." 

You weren't having any of his insufferable teasing, "Lay down." You ordered him and grabbed the collar of his shirt, twisting him around until you could push him back on the single bed.

After landing with a soft thump on your floral chenille bedspread, Eddie spoke languidly, "Whatever you say, your highness." His eyes were already sparkling with anticipation. You crawled up the length of the bed on your hands and knees, approaching him.

You raised an eyebrow and let out an exasperated sigh a mere inch away from his lips, "Do you always have to be so snarky?"

"The snark is an added bonus." He attempted to capture your lips in another kiss. Instead, you took a hold of his chin in your hand and tilted his head to the side.

You nipped at his earlobe, "What if I would rather you keep quiet?"

Eddie took a shaky breath. His gaze darted from your piercing eyes to the bulge that was beginning to form in his jeans, "That's not gonna happen. Not if you're gonna do what I think you're doing."

"I'll tell you what. Since it's just us, you can be as loud as you want." You hovered over his plush, pink lips. His cheeks flushed with an embarrassing heat.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to crack a dazzling smile, "Oh, baby, hand me the keys to the kingdom, why don't you?"

You dove in once more with a cheeky grin, kissing his sharp jaw and trailing your lips down his throat. Feeling a bit more free, Eddie's breath got a bit heavier. As you sat between his legs, Eddie felt your knee brush against his groin. He closed his eyes, rocking his hips ever so slightly against your knee a few more times. Just enough to get himself going. 

When he gave a low groan, you felt him trying to get some traction on you. With a laugh, you moved to linger over his thighs and spoke next to his ear, "Why didn't you ever fuck me?"

"I d-d-didn't want you to think that-" He sucks in a breath as you grind down on him, "I didn't want you to think I was just using you for sex." He manages to choke out.

His answer made you let out a humorless giggle, "I think it's because you were too embarrassed to be like this in front of me." Eddie scoffed with a ruined expression; brows furrowed and mouth hanging open as he waited for you to give him more.

You wore a ruffled top that buttoned up to your neck. And seductively, you unbuttoned it, starting from the top and gradually working your way down to reveal the baby blue bra underneath. You eyed him coyly as you pulled the shirt away from your skin and boldly placed one of his hands on your right tit. His thumb circled the nipple and it solidified underneath the thin fabric.

Though he was practically salivating now, Eddie spoke before the words could get caught in his throat, "Don't get up on your high horse now, baby." You started moving back and forth, painfully slowly across the fabric of his jeans. The action rendered him speechless and almost had him groaning.

"Want me to take those off, baby?" you whispered. Eddie could only nod wildly against your pillow. His mouth felt dry as a desert. You pulled back to unbuckle his belt and unzip him. You tapped his thigh lightly, signaling him to raise them so you could slide the black denim down just enough so you could slip him out. He wasn't completely hard yet, but his size already had you biting the inside of your cheek.

You said, "Get me a condom from the drawer." Eddie reached over, rifling through the drawer of your bedside table. Underneath a book laid your stash.

"Why do you have these?" He asked carefully, trying not to insinuate any sort of judgment. He himself hadn't even bought condoms before. Then again, he'd only had sex twice before. Most women didn't want to fuck a guy who was on his third attempt at senior year.

“Because some of us aren’t reckless.” You took the little blue square from his hand and ripped the packaging open, plucking the rubber from inside of it.

You wrapped your hand around him gently and slowly pumped him until he was hard enough for you to roll the condom over his twitching cock. Eddie tried not to think about how you were so good at teasing him; at making him practically disintegrate under your considerate touch. You knew more than him. And that was a good thing in this case.

Right as you're gliding the covered head of his cock across your cunt, you tilt your head, "What am I?"

"Huh?" he breathed out vaguely. He was dizzily waiting to feel himself inside of you. He could've whined at your deliberate teasing.

"What's that sweet little nickname you like to call me?" Your voice is low.

He didn't even have to overthink it, he just blurted firmly, "Princess."

"Who's princess am I, baby?" Your voice dripped with honey.

Eddie grinned lazily and let out a chuckle that made his Adam’s apple bob, "My princess..."

“That’s right,” with that, you slid down on him completely, clenching your teeth to hold in a deep sigh at how easily it happened, “Just keep calling me that.” As he bottomed out inside of you, Eddie’s head sunk deeper into the pillow. He felt almost completely at peace until you ran your hands under his Hellfire shirt and made the skin of his chest light on fire. You hitched the shirt up until he realized you wanted it off of him. Quickly, he pulled the shirt over his head and bunched it up beside him.

You drank in the sight of his bare chest, rising and falling jaggedly. His skin was lighter here and unblemished other than his tattoos. Right underneath his collarbone was a tattoo you hadn’t seen yet. You pressed a kiss to the slightly faded. 

Your nails scratched across the small pouch of his stomach as you braced yourself on his torso. You were so wet already. And though Eddie couldn't quite feel the texture of you, he felt the slick warmth. He felt you intentionally flex your muscles to contract around him. You made slow progress, doing controlled, small bounces on him. 

“Could you maybe go a bit faster?” He asked meekly.

“What did I tell you?”

What did you tell him? He was struggling to think with how you were clenching ever so slightly around him, painfully milking every movement. From where he was laying, your skirt covered up the sight of him disappearing inside of you. And though you kept your voice steady, he could tell that you were just trying to ease yourself into the feeling of him. But he needed just a little more movement.

“Please go faster, princess,” he remembered your request, “I need you to go faster.”

“Mmm, good job, baby…” you trailed off and increased your pace just a little bit more. Your reaction came in a strangled groan.

Instantly feeling a sliver of relief, Eddie made his only wish known, “Can you lift your skirt for me princess?” He had been looking forward to this moment for months; he wasn't going to let the stupid expanse of fabric cover up the magic.

You bit your own lip at his eagerness. “You gonna hold it up, pretty boy? I can’t do all the work can I?”

“I’m your pretty boy now?" Eddie was all smiles now, nothing could knock him down from the intense high that was building in his abdomen. Your body put a gratifying pressure on his hips that kept them from trembling.

“As long as you can do what I ask.” You said, fluttering your eyelashes in a way that makes him groan just once. It sends him scrambling to bunch your skirt up so he can finally see the divide between your skin and his. Your panties are pulled to the side, the edge of the fabric pressing tight against him. He pressed three fingers to your clit and rubbed the bead quickly. The way you tightened around his cock like a vice grip had him lightheaded. 

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” He warned you a bit urgently, almost afraid you wouldn't hear him through your high pitched whines.

You composed yourself just enough to click your tongue, “Not the right name, pretty boy.”

“Please, please, please, princess,” he begged. “Let me cum, please.” With how much you wanted to collapse, you shifted your position and lowered until your tits were pressed against his torso. Not only were you a little bit more comfortable, but it gave you an idea for how you could reward Eddie for being so patient. After all, you could now see the little teardrops that he was fighting to keep from falling down his cheeks.

“Aw, but I think you look the prettiest like this,” you cooed in his face, “I think I should just stay. Right. Here.” You left soft pecks along his cheeks before laying a final one down on his quivering lips.

“Please…j-just let me…” he shuddered a whisper against your mouth.

“Will you be good for me?”

“Yes,” he answered without any hesitation.

“No. Really promise me.” You paused, the smile continued to grow on your perfect lips, “If I’m going to tell people that I’m dating the Freak, I need you to at least try and be good. Just a little bit. For me.”

A single tear escaped the corner of his eye, “You’re gonna tell people?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I wanna tell everyone that my boyfriend is the prettiest boy in the whole school?”

He wanted to laugh at the new rush of arousal that flooded through him every time you called him that. But with your body firmly in place over him, he was trapped. Stuck in an almost offensive position with you moving lazily, it kept him teetering back and forth on the edge.

As he stared directly into your eyes, you could see how much he meant it when he said, “I’ll be good. I promise.” You took his hands and placed them on either side of your hips.

You nodded once, “Then make me cum too while you're at it.”

Eddie loved the sound of a challenge. With the new power you'd given him, he dug his thick fingers in your thighs, and thrusted properly, getting deeper than you’d gotten on your own. His skin slapped obscenely against yours. The hard impacts brought forth the moans you'd been holding back in favor of taunting him. Eddie snickered at your little yelps before succumbing to his own grunts and groans.

His teeth were gritting almost involuntarily as he cursed, "Oh, fuck," You jolted forward on his lap and he taunted you, "You like that, princess? You like being on top of me?" Your hands now clutched hard onto his built shoulders and your head hung over him. Your hair formed a curtain that fell back when you breathed a soft, "yes."

He chuckled, "That's what I like to hear."

"You're doing so good for me, princess. You gonna be--" he grunted again, "you gonna cum soon?"

"Uh-huh," you whined. Eddie put the last of his energy into pounding into you. You were close to screaming now. His breath was heavy and he could feel the rising heat that had his damp hair sticking to his forehead. You came with one final shudder and your mouth hung open. Eddie was all too proud that he'd made you finish first.

You squeaked at the immediate overstimulation as he kept going, chasing his own release. You let him thrust a few more times until his hips spasmed beneath you and he let out a strangled groan.

You pushed yourself up on your headboard and pulled his softening cock out of you. He exhaled softly as you pulled the used condom off of him, tied the end, and tossed into the trashcan next to your desk.

Eddie stared at the ceiling and noticed the rich crimson striped pattern of your walls. Every other section featured a line of delicate illustrated roses.

He muttered, “You got some nice wallpaper.”

“Are you fucking serious?” You were truly incredulous. He hadn’t even wiped the sweat from his brow and he was already wisecracking.

“Yeah, it’s a good room. I can really picture a budding young woman living here.” He spoke slowly, still on the comedown.

“I really should know by now that you just don’t stop.”

Ignoring your admit to defeat, he was getting his second wind back, “I’m just complimenting the impeccable interior design. You really gotta give me the number of whoever designed this place, I could use a remodeler.”

He went silent, waiting for you to reply. But you were laid beside him, deconstructing every feature on his face and wondering how a guy like him could be so willing to give you his time.

Confused by your entranced expression, he asked, “What?”

You only tilted your head slightly, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like I was ashamed of you." You kissed the tattoo on his forearm, "Because I’m not. I’m completely in love with you...and I think I'm ready for everyone to know it.”

That knocked the air clear out of Eddie's chest. He couldn't even think to suppress the new wave of emotion that welled up in his eyes, “That sounds great.” Eddie sniffed and attempted to straighten himself, “Really great.”

You rested your chin on his chest and looked up at him, “Did I make Eddie Munson fall apart?”

“Just a little bit.” He blinked away his fresh tears.

“Mmm, good. Because you’re really pretty like that.”

He squinted at you, perplexed, “I’m pretty when I cry?” 

“I’m almost afraid to tell you because I know it’s only gonna boost your ego, but-” you watched him beam in suspense, “I think you’re pretty doing basically anything.”

“Oh, baby, that just had catastrophic effects on my psyche. You’re turning me into a ravenous narcissist.” 

You tucked his messy hair behind his ear and took a deep breath before getting back up on your feet. You were still a little sore between your legs, but you knew it would fade with time. At that moment, you were far more focused on how thirsty you were.

“I’m gonna get myself something to drink, I’ll be right back.”

Eddie still had his shirt bunched up beside him. He smiled shrewdly and said, “Hey, can you do something for me real quick?”

“Huh?” You glanced over your shoulder just in time for Eddie to throw something at you.

“Put this on first.”

You unfolded what he'd thrown at you, “You’re kidding.”

“Not in the slightest.” He looked too excited for his own good.

You rolled your eyes at him and wiggled the shirt over your head. Your arms raised up to slip through the long sleeves.

“Whoo!” Eddie cupped his hands around his mouth as he sat up to get a better view, “You’re so hot from this angle, princess.”

With a huff of effort, you tugged the wrinkled shirt down over your midriff. It fit you pretty well in almost every area except your chest, which you could see Eddie got a huge kick out of. He still chuckled to himself even as you closed your bedroom door behind you.

You sang to yourself as you waltzed into the kitchen, “Something happens and I’m head over heels…” You grabbed a cup from the cupboard and turned to make your way to the fridge when you spotted Dustin standing in the living room. In his hand was the bouquet, long since forgotten by then.

Dustin looked up from the flowers, “Where did you get this?” His eyes went wide when he saw the shirt you were now wearing, “Where did you get that?” You were sure the shirt was worse than if you'd walked out in just your bra.

And at the worst timing possible, Eddie wandered out of your bedroom, shirtless.

“Hey, you got any Tab in this joint?” He leaned against the hallway wall with a smirk until he saw your expression frozen over.

He followed your stare and finally noticed Dustin, looking increasingly horrified by the second.

Eddie tensed up, “Oh, shit,”  Dustin’s wide eyes flickered between the figure of his dungeon master and his wicked sister before he screeched, “Son of a bitch, not this shit again!”

[realcube]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJE29FG7/

omg i hope u can open the link and see the tiktok i just wanted to share bc it’s so fucking funny. i could def see bokuto, noya, tanaka, or anyone else u can think of sobbing LOL

IRVEBLVGAETZ wait the video was so precious and funny AAAAA 🥺 thank you so much for sharing, anon 🙏

AND YES thEY would!! so i humbly offer you this 

tw// zombies, crying, swearing. mentions of shooting

Kōtarō Bokuto 

you jokingly asked him if he’d leave if you got turned into a zombie and he said HELL NO 

if you’re a zombie then he’ll become a zombie too periodt

akaashi constantly plays the mom friend like ‘if (y/n) jumped off a cliff, would you do it too?’ an bokuto is like ‘fuck yea i would’

but then he was like (with the puppy eyes btw) ‘if i got turned into a zombie, would you leave me, puppy?’

you shook your head, slowly wrapping your arms around his waist and looking up at him, ‘no, kō. in fact, i would handcuff myself to you so you don’t cause any trouble.’

you expected him to chuckle and maybe give you a lil’ kiss but instead he pushed you back onto the couch, so you were laying down and he was on top of you with his head buried in your chest

‘but what if i try to eat your brain?’ bokuto muttered, the cloth of your shirt muffling his sniffles

you shrugged, your hand making its way up his spine to rub his back soothingly, ‘you do that everyday anyway.’

bokuto let out a deep bawl

‘i was joking!’ you cried, thinking that he was crying bc you said he eats at your brain lol

bokuto shook his head, pulling his face back from your chest to reveal his quivering lips, damp puppy-eyes and shiny nose , ‘you’re so damn sweet, (y/n)!’ he howled then hastily concealed his face with your chest 

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, ‘wow, kō. are you really crying because i said i’ll stay with you during the zombie apocalypse- you’re my boyfriend, what do you expect?’

bokuto sighed, quickly calming himself until his wails were nothing but sniffs, then he choked out, ‘but if you’d stick with me through the end of the world, you’d stick with me through anything else, right? like..if i broke my dick- or if i couldn’t play volleyball anymore?’

geez.

he read into that a lot more than you thought he would 

‘oh, yeah- i’ll be with you during anything and everything, don’t worry.’

that was enough to make bokuto start crying again, ‘I DON’T DESERVE YOU, (Y/N)!!’

Yū Nishinoya

ok- y’all aren’t dating yet 

but he has a MASSSSSIVE crush on you and he makes it very obvious

he simps for you on the daily but you always brush off his advances as playful banter or his naturally flirtatious manner

but you secretly really want to be with him but you don’t want to get into a relationship with him just for him to lose interest and start simping for someone else bc you saw how quickly he shifted from kiyoko to you and you don’t want to get attached just in case he shifts again

and you are both really good friends so now noya has almost given up on trying to woo you as he’s realised that he might be too far in the friendzone

so you’re just out together at the park as friends and you’re on your phone while noya just stares at the sunset, appreciating your presence 

you see ^that^ tiktok on your fyp but you’re single so you try it out on noya

‘what would you do if i got turned into a zombie?’

noya didn’t even bother to ask about the motives of your question and instead he just replied, ‘i’d find a cure and turn you back into yourself!’ like the little optimist he is

you felt a light blush spread across your cheeks and noya clearly noticed it too bc his lips curled into a bright, smug grin 

so you felt the need to respond rather harshly to make sure he knew that you weren’t falling for him or anything despite the fact, you were falling for him ‘easier said than done, genius. what did you get on your last chemistry test again?-oh and your biology one too?’

nishinoya’s bottom lips jutted out to form a pout, ‘well, in that case, i’d make a cage and trap you inside. then i’d go save the world and shit by killing all the other zombies and once society starts rebuilding itself, i’ll wait until one of the science-y dudes makes a cure then i’d come back to your cage and give it to you.’

honestly, you couldn’t even argue with him 

if anyone was gonna save the world from zombies, it’d be noya 

‘anyway, what would you do if i became a zombie, (y/n)?’ 

you paused for a second, tapping your chin with your index finger while thinking then said, ‘i don’t think i could make a cure so i guess i’d just handcuff myself to you so i don’t lose you then figure something out.’

noya literally passed away - with happiness ofc

he was already smiling but now his smile was 10x brighter

‘(Y/N)! SERIOUSLY?! YOU’D DO THAT FOR ME?! WHY?!’ he basically screamed, surprised that you’d say something so sweet since ngl he was really expecting you to say that you’d drop-kick him into the sun, in that situation 

you nodded, ‘yeah, of course. y’know, i’d hate to lose you, noya - even if you are trying to eat my brain.’

a small gasp escaped your mouth as noya flung both of his arms around you and wailed, ‘I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, (Y/N)!!’

you never really thought that your first time telling nishinoya that you love him would be before y’all were dating bc of a zombie hypothetical but..you did it anyway :)))

oh and needless to say, you went on your first date the following day

Ryūnosuke Tanaka

you sit in his lap and watch tiktoks while he peers over your shoulder so he saw the video too lol

he was like ‘pfft. geez why is that guy crying over something like that? pussy alert.’

but then, knowing that he saw the video, you hummed, ‘same!’ then turned your body to face his and caress his cheek, ‘there’s no way i’d be able to leave you, baby. so your zombie-self can have fun dealing with my ass for the rest of your undead life.’

dude he was in tears-

in his own words, pussy alert 

‘you’d be doing me a favour, babe.’ he said shakily, trying his best to hide the fact he was on the verge of bawling his eyes out 

also, you’re not allowed to leave his lap until the sunrises now

he loves you too much to let you go - even to bathroom or kitchen

you’ll have to pry your hips out of his firm grip so good luck with that 

[i-need-entertainment]

The Count Of Aoba Johsai: Chapter 4

Chapter 3-Chapter 5

Warnings: Mentions of torture (not graphic), minor-ish character death (sorry if it seems sudden, there’s just not much I could do with it y’know?), ending is kinda crack ngl

~Six Years Later~

It’s been six years since Kunimi was sent to Shiratorizawa. Six years since he’d been outside…six years since he’s seen his Y/n. Everyday was the same, wake up eventually, eat the terrible food they served, and sit and wait for the day to go by. He slumped against the wall, sighing as his eyes closed and his arms came to lay across his knees. He was barely recognizable by this point. He now had long, shaggy and tangled dark brown hair; which was down to his shoulders now. His dark gray brown eyes were lifeless, simply a void of the warmth they held before. His strong sharp jaw was now hidden by a scruffy short beard.

 He had just fallen back into self pity when the ground started to shake. Jolting upwards he watched as an old man with messy gray hair erupted from the stone floors. The man looked at Kunimi, and Kunimi looked at the man. Silence lay between the two before he spoke, “Whoops. Wrong way.” Kunimi raised a dark brow, “…Wrong way where…?” The old man pulled himself out of the hole, “Wrong way out of here. I have spent the last few years digging this escape passage, only for it to have been the wrong way.” Kunimi looked at him slightly perplexed. “How do you know it was the wrong way?” 

The old man looked at him, “Because if it had been the right way I would have been free by now.” Kunimi’s eyes widened. Freedom. That was a forgotten concept in this place. Aside from the brutish treatment of the prisoners and the sadistic tendencies of the warden, it was a well known fact that those sent to Shiratorizawa never got out. Kunimi scrambled in front of the man. “I was put in here on false charges, I’m innocent! Please, let me help you-“ The old man held a hand up. “What exactly were you put in here for young man.” 

Kunimi took in a shaky breath, “I was betrayed by my closest friend…I was a sailor, we had to stop on the island of Karasuno due to our sickly captain. There…Ushijima gave me a letter to deliver to someone…when I returned I was ripped from my home, charged with treason I didn’t commit and thrown in here…Handed to the police on a silver platter by one I considered a brother.” 

The old man nodded, “Son, did it ever occur to you to read said letter?” Kunimi looked down, “No…I can’t read…” The old man’s eyes widened, before he closed them, sighing. “Well, I see we have something in common.” Kunimi looked strangely at the man. “You can’t read either?” The man deadpanned, “I can read. I would hope I could, I was a priest after all…I meant being scorned by Ushijima. I was thrown in here by Ushijima himself. I refused to give him the map that led to the treasure of Nekoma, and he had me thrown in here.” 

Kunimi’s eyes widened, “The treasure of Nekoma…it’s real?” The old man nodded, “It is. Let us make a deal. In return for helping me dig a new tunnel out of here, I’ll teach you all I know. Be it scholarship, swordsmanship whatever it may be I will teach it to you.” Kunimi looked at the man before nodding, “I accept. Please teach me all you can. Uhm- I never got your name.” The old man smiled, “And I never got yours.” “…Akira Kunimi.” The old man smiled, sticking out a hand for Kunimi to shake. “Ikkei Ukai.” 

From that day forward the two spent hours upon hours everyday digging. While they dug Ikkei would test Kunimi on subjects such as economics, literature, mathematics, all subjects really. When they couldn’t dig, they practiced swordsman ship with wooden planks they ripped from the door frame. That was everyday for the next 7 years. This day had gone on like any other. They reviewed material, which was basically all they could do since Kunimi had practically learned it all, refined his swordsmanship and combat skills and continued digging. 

Over the years Ikkei had been more than a mentor, but he had also been a friend. A close, honest one which was something Kunimi was in dire need of. Ikkei was also an excellent role model. Despite being wrongfully locked in a prison for 18 years, the man held no resentment. That was not something Kunimi could relate to. If there was one thing that kept him going it was the cold, unrelenting feeling of revenge. Everyday he was pushed forward by the knowledge that someday, he would have his revenge, even if it killed him he would have his retribution. 

Currently, the two were digging their way to freedom when “IKKEI!!!” The tunnel ahead had collapsed, causing Ikkei to take the brunt of the blow. Dragging him out of the tunnel, Kunimi laid him on the floor, frantically searching for a way to help the old man. “Akira…” Kunimi continued to try and stop the bleeding, anything to keep the man alive. “AKIRA!” Kunimi, with tears in his eyes stopped to look at the man. Reaching into his shirt’s pocket he pulled out a paper. “..I’m not going to make it…we both know that,” “NO! You can’t die- You- You can’t! I-I’m not ready for you to go!” 

The old man’s features softened, “Akira, You are more than ready *cough* if you use what I have taught you, and you use it for good you will go far in life.” He shakily handed Kunimi the paper, “This is the map…the map that leads to the Treasure of Nekoma…use it…for good…Akira…I know…you’re a good…man…Farewell My friend…” With that, his eyes closed, releasing his last breath as Kunimi’s eyes flooded with tears. Shoving the paper into his shirt Kunimi dried his eyes. He was getting out of here. Maybe not through the tunnel. But he would not let Ikkei’s teachings and help go to waste. 

“GUARDS!! HE’S DEAD! A MAN IS DEAD COME QUICK!” The door busted open, two guards entering and one having been sent to retrieve the warden. Walking in Semi looked down at the old man, “Hm…I must ask, just exactly how has he ended up in here…when I know for a fact his cell is downstairs?” Kunimi glared at the man, Semi just shrugged. “Oh well, he’s dead now, nothing I can do about it. Guards, give him the bag I don’t care what happens from here, just have him out of here by noon. I don’t need the whole prison smelling like death.” Turning on his polished heel he walked back to his office, leaving a fuming Kunimi alone. 

Looking at the body bag, he got an idea….So, that brings us to now, Kunimi is currently being carried by a guard, the guard of course assuming the body in the bag was the old man’s, when in fact it was a limp Kunimi. You may be wondering why the guards hadn’t noticed, well for one the staff of Shiratorizawa was anything but attentive, so when they came in to retrieve the body they were oblivious to the fact the body in the corner was Ikkei’s- not Kunimi’s- and that the body in the bag was Kunimi’s- not Ikkei’s. 

Exiting the prison, the guards made their way to the edge of the cliff, Semi not too far behind them. “Well, go ahead, I’d much prefer to get back inside if it’s all the same to y-“ Just as Semi was about to leave Kunimi emerged from the bag, fighting off the guards as he landed a solid punch to Semi’s face. Not wanting to waste anytime Kunimi ran and jumped into the sea below, not hesitating for even a second as he did this. 

As soon as he hit the water he fought the waves to make it to the surface, which he did, as he started his journey to the shore. He didn’t know where he was headed, but at this point he didn’t even care. He was going to get back to Marseilles, no matter what it took. He swam. And he swam and he swam under one strong wave pushed him onto the grainy sand. He clawed at it as he dragged himself up the beach, he almost cried, laughed even. 

That is until he was blinded by the glint coming from the sword pointed at his head. “Now, now, now. What do we have here~” Rubbing his eyes and pushing his wet hair out of the way, Kunimi looked up to see chocolate brown eyes looking back at him. “Oi! Loserkawa, what is it?!” Kunimi past the brunette to see another man with spikey brown hair and a muscular build making his way to him. “For dramatic purposes I’m going to ignore the insult.” 

Rolling his eyes the spikey haired man walked over to Kunimi. “I believe I’ve found a solution to our rather annoying problem.” Kunimi raised his eyebrow, a silent question for the brown haired man. Kneeling down, Oikawa looked at Kunimi with an intense expression. “You see, we’re pirates. We steal, we kill you know the story. Our problem is this fellow,” The man turned to point at another man, a much younger frightened man who couldn’t have been older than Kunimi himself. 

“Yuutarou, took more than he was supposed to. Hence, we had no choice but to kill him.” Another pirate came forwards, this one having pinkish brown hair, “I mean, there were plenty of other choices, but you insisted on ‘take him out here and now’-“ The captain scowled, “I don’t need your sass Makki! Anyways~ As much as I would love to spare the young lads life, It would make me look weak as a captain. And seeing as we are pirates we really can’t have that. But now you’re here! And that makes things much more interesting.” 

The spikey brunette cocked an eyebrow, crossing his toned arms over his chest. “Do you have a point to your incessant rambling or can I go take a nap?” Oikawa huffed, “Yes, Iwa, there is a point. As I was saying, I think we should have a good old fashioned fight to the death, between our beloved Yuutarou,” Oikawa waved a hand towards the poor shaking man, “And…Uhm…You are…?” Kunimi looked at him, “Akira….Akira Kunimi..” 

Oikawa clapped his hands together as he stood up. “Excellent! Well than if Yuutarou wins he can return to the crew. If Akira wins, he can replace him.” Kunimi stood, “What if I don’t want to be a pirate…?” Oikawa shrugged, walking a ways away before he turned, giving Kunimi a stare that shook him to his core, “Then you both die and we’re short a member.” The unique man turned once again and sat down on a sideways log, gesturing for the two men to be brought to the make shift ring. “May the best man win”

[koganeirou]

Ikemen Revolution - Fenrir’s Route

Aaaand here’s one for Fenrir’s route!

My main comments are: FUCK those avatar challenges. It took me five thousand years to finish this damn route because I was stuck grinding for Lin for five thousand years because according to cybird, I can’t get the good ending w ma man unless I look cute smh.

The night that Alice lands in Cradle, she pretty much goes out to the garden to sob her eyes out because of the stress of being killed (oh honey don’t worry this game doesn’t have any bad ends. If you were in a game like Amnesia then I’d start crying LMAO). Fenrir happens to see her and wipes her tears away (*๓´╰╯`๓). He decides to spend the month with Alice to make her have as much fun as possible, and makes her promise that so there will be no regrets, the two will not fall in love.

But we all know that’s not gonna happen.

I guess because the boys finally learned from Lancelot’s route to never send a nameless faceless nobody with Alice, Ray assigns Fenrir as her personal bodyguard. 

Fenrir takes it upon himself to be Alice’s personal tour guide, so they go on a date around the Central Quarter eating all kinds of sweets like a bunch of dorks D’AWW. Of course the red army are full of party poopers who crashes their alone time.

@Red army boys, I LOVE YOU ALL BUT YOUR SOLDIERS NEEDA CHILL. Like my grievances from Lancelot’s route carry over in twofold because the nameless red soldiers are once again, STILL a bunch of blood thirsty hooligans who are clearly letting “may glory flow crimson through our veins” slogan get to their heads WAYY too much. 

(☪̤̆_̆ ☪̤̆) THAT’S SO SPECIFIC LMAO.

But anyhoo I guess having a body guard with actual plot armor was really beneficial because Fenrir drives off all of the Red soldiers! And as it turns out, they were sent by Edgar (but of course why am I not surprised smh).

They return home and a few black army soldiers comes out shitting their pants because apparently there’s a ghost, and when Fenrir hears that HE shits his pants. 

Luka has his priorities straight.

Fenrir pussyfoots outside the army headquarters for a few minutes because GHOST but then big bear Sirius comes out RURL pissed because everyone keeps making a ruckus.

WHY DO I FIND THIS SO FUCKING FUNNY. LIKE IT’S PICTURE PERFECT. I CAN IMAGINE HIM DOING THIS IN MY HEAD FRAME BY FRAME.

So the ghost was actually a magic cult goon creeping around like a lech looking for women's’ underwear, whom Seth covered for. I had zero interest in Seth before but I do find it interesting that more hints about Seth’s connection to the magic cult goons are being dropped, and if anything it makes me want to play his route now.

I’d love to be your friend!!! But unfortunately Fenrir is a giant stick in the mud and won’t let me! But never fear because your route is coming out soon so soon I’ll be more than just your friend LOL!

 Fenrir gets news that some of their soldiers got cornered on the Red Bridge. Well what do you know, turns out the nameless red soldiers are still mad that they busted a nut in anticipation for nothing because they didn’t get to skewer any soldiers in Lancelot’s route, so now they’re taking out their pent up frustration here.

Luka hears the news as well and rushes to the red bridge just in time to see Jonah and the rest of the red soldiers man handling the black army soldiers (wtf Jonah I expected better of you). Luka goes from simmering with rage to boiling with rage and charges at the red soldiers. Obviously the red soldiers don’t care (or... they just can’t comprehend) that Luka is their superior’s freaking brother because all they can think about is reaping the reward for unnecessary stabbing and so they go into Ultimate Shish Kabobing Mode and decide to kill Luka.

Jesus christ... these fucking red soldiers. I am so sorry but I think the only people in this clown of an army that has any shred of honor or self control are the red army love interests LOL.

Anyway Fenrir drags Luka’s delirious bloody corpse back to the black army and the scene ain’t pretty. But it’s okay because we all know that this game doesn’t have the balls to actually kill anyone so it’s not like there’s any need to be worried.

See even Alice acknowledges it lol. This game’s too soft (not that that’s necessarily a bad thing... if I want angst I’ll just read fanfiction ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Apparently the one who actually made swiss cheese of Luka was Jonah. At first I was just SO CONFUSION?? JONAH WOULD NEVER DO THAT! until this bomb dropped and my only reaction was honestly just “...yikes”.

CRIES @ MY HEART

Jonah sneaks into Black Territory unarmed and Fenrir decides to arrange for him to see Luka like a the great wingbro he is. Alice’s left awkwardly keeping Jonah company but the ice quickly breaks and they end up spending the day talking about Luka ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡.

Fenrir successfully sneaks Jonah into Luka’s room but the two end up just having a screaming match and Luka boots Jonah out of his room. Understandable, considering how all the red soldiers are like little kids that you needa put those backpack straps on because who knows what the fuck they’ll do if left to their own devices.

me whenever I have any kind of guests over.

eat my ass @ Sirius 

When it’s decided that the Black and Red army are gonna go to war for realsies, Alice requests to go onto the battle field with Fenrir so she can repel magic. Sirius freaks out going all like “ojou-chan, you mustn’t! It’s not a walk in the park!!” but Alice ain’t having any of that and essentially tells Sirius to eat her ass. Fenrir being the amazing bro he is sticks up for Alice and asks Ray if he can take her with him, swearing he’ll protect her. Ray’s like sigh fine. This scene was honestly my favourite because I loved how much confidence Fenrir had in Alice and how he respected her desire to help. Unlike a certain someone ੧| ‾́ェ ‾́ |੭ (totally not throwing shade at Sirius LMAO).

CRIES SOME MORE THAT’S SUCH A CUTE NICKNAME.

I could have asked the exact same thing of you Sirius.

The rest of the Black Army can clearly see sparks flying between Fenrir and Alice but unfortunately, Fenrir has to join Sirius in the emotional constipation of “what is this feeling in my chest?! Definitely not love!” Granted Fenrir has an excuse because of the promise he made her, but it’s still frustrating nonetheless.

oh my god can you shut up about this dumbass slogan for one minute. 

Ngl despite the heart warming moment of resolve when Fenrir decides to take Alice into battle, it’s pretty damn hard to take the war seriously because it feels like a bunch of 14 year old teenagers doing a play-war considering of how almost comedic it is. Again, I’m not saying that this game needs to be an angst fest where everyone dies, but for a story about two armies on the brink of war, it does a pretty bad job at building any real tension or showing this war as a source of any real conflict with any real stakes or any real consequences.

I totally *do not* dislike that nickname 👀

We cut back to the red army who are all quite frazzled because they all had that “oh fuck” moment when they realized that they’re getting their asses whooped by the black army.  Lancelot decides to stay his hand, whereas Jonah rages at Edgar’s incompetence but Edgar’s ultimately like “¯\_(ツ)_/¯ King’s orders”.

Alice you’re doing amazing, sweetie.

Alice continues to fight with Fenrir on the front lines but she realizes that she really loves him and she doesn’t want to go home anymore! UNFORTUNATELY FOR HER, our lovely gentleman Fenrir “this feeling in my chest is totally love but I WON’T ADMIT IT!” Godspeed repeatedly dodges her attempts at confessing (¬_¬). GOOD SIR I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING. You’re just trying to put off having a heart to heart about your feelings until the full moon so you can boot Alice back to her world without ever having to talk about it (ლಠ益ಠ)ლ.

Alice tries once again for the nth time to confess her feelings to Fenrir but this time they’re interrupted by the magic cult goons who are hell bent on capturing Alice. This plays out exactly as you’d predict and the two get cornered at a cliff LOL. Alice gets blown off the cliff and Fenrir jumps after her to save her.

This, my friends, is what we call: plot armor.

They miraculously (and conveniently) survive their fall and end up in the castle ruins in the forbidden forest. I guess being lost in an abandoned forest with a totally not haunted castle next to them sets the mood for sexy time because they end up making out like their life depends on it. Conveniently, without actually saying they love each other ლ(ಠ_ಠლ). 

GUYS... THE DRIVER IS LITERALLY RIGHT THERE.... GUYS....

They make it back to Black Territory in one piece with the help of Loki and Harr and Ray loses his shit because he thought they died T T T.  Fenrir is sent back to the front lines and Alice is totally ready to go back and kick some ass but I guess all the fire and confidence in this power couple completely deflated because Fenrir becomes Sirius 2.0 and refuses to take Alice SMH. 

Alice finds Fenrir boarding a carriage to leave, and she stops him and tries to tell him that she loves him. Fenrir responds by pulling Alice into the carriage with him and at this point I was HYPED because “is he actually gonna take her with him?!?!” but my hopes are quickly dashed when he shoves her into the carriage, initiates round 2 of INTENSE MAKE OUT SESSION LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT..... then throws Alice’s sad ass back out of the carriage and leaves her behind once he’s finished (┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻.

UGH! FENRIR! JUST--- AGHHHHHHH. 

YOU CAN SAY THAT AGAIN. Like yea sex is great, but have you ever heard of proper verbal communication??

(I also find it funny how the driver was just sitting there the entire time they were making out doing a big boi sweat).

me with group assignments in school.

Fenrir comes back on the night of the full moon and Alice for the 100TH DAMN TIME IN THIS ROUTE, tries to tell him that she doesn’t want to go home, but Fenrir, again, dashes her hopes and tells her she has to go back he won’t be able to protect her all the time. Which we all know is bullshit, but nevertheless Alice decides to listen to him. 

Ha ha ha you are so full of shit.

And so Alice once again goes to the gates of hell garden portal which I officially dub as “The Hole Where Bad Things Happen” or more accurately, “The Hole That No Player Ever Wants To See”. 

Anyhoo Alice leaps back home and spends about a month moping in London until one day a black army soldier comes to London and begs Alice to go back with him because Fenrir’s in danger! Alice, having literally zero self preservation because I guess her time on the battle field taught her jack shit, blindly follows this fellow back to Cradle and the moment she arrives, the guy reveals himself to be a magic cult goon and so she’s kidnapped and taken to Amon’s sex dungeon.

Look. I’m not gonna accuse Alice of “dumb mc syndrome” and I don’t necessarily blame her for falling for it but at the same time, COME ON. THIS IS THE DUMBEST PLOT POINT EVER. Of all the possible reasons she comes back to Cradle, THIS IS THE ONLY THING THEY COULD THINK OF? What makes it so aggravating is that it’s stated multiple times that any person from Reason can repel magic, so if that’s the case, the cult goons could have just kidnapped any random off the street instead of wasting time and energy looking for Alice. And if they could conveniently stroll into the land of Reason, why didn’t they do that ages ago?!

You know that writing rule “make your villains smarter, not your protagonists dumber”, or something like that? Well in this case, everyone is dumb!

Anyway during the month Alice was gone, Lancelot finally decides to stop going radio silent and consults the Black Army about Amon and his weed stash. This felt really convenient and almost inconsistent with Lancelot’s character because in the other routes he was hell bent on not talking unless 100% cornered, but in Fenrir’s route he spills the beans like it’s no big deal. 

Fenrir hears the news of Alice being kidnapped by Amon and the Black army pretty much storms into the Magic Tower and fishes Alice out. Amon finally reveals himself but honestly he doesn’t put up much of a fight because Fenrir shoots him with one of those hiccuping guns and that’s enough to deflate all of Amon’s fighting spirit lmao so he gets arrested in the end. Talk about anti climatic as hell. This entire thing just felt really stupid because if all they had to do with storm the damn tower, they should have done so ages ago.

Admittedly I do like the resolution to this whole fiasco. Fenrir is totally ready to get down and dirty, but before that Fenrir and Alice actually, finally, and at long last, properly talk about their feelings and sort out their relationship mess. 

Dramatic End:

Alice officially joins the Black Army, and they hold her enrollment ceremony. Hosting it is usually Ray’s job since he’s king but since Alice is his best friend’s babe, he decides to let Fenrir take over. Unfortunately, Fenrir can’t keep his excitement in check and ends up picking Alice up and spinning her around in joy ╭(๑ ॔ㅂ ਂ ॓)و ̑̑. THIS WAS SO CUTE I LOVE THIS ENDING.

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Honestly I have a lot of mixed feelings about this route. There’s the good, the bad, and the ugly, but since I don’t wanna end this post on a salty note so I’ll just start with the ugly and work my way up.

The Ugly: The route starts losing momentum their promise of not falling in love morphs into the source for Fenrir’s self cockblock fest for the rest of the route and him repeatedly rebuffing Alice’s attempts to tell him she wants to stay in Cradle became unbearable frustrating. Playing Sakuya’s route in Norn9 alongside Fenrir’s route did not help at all because his route also had a “promise of not falling in love” premise and had the exact same problems as Fenrir’s route so honestly my frustration was just doubled at this point.

The Bad: The plot is balls off the rail in the second half if it isn’t obvious enough from my complaints earlier. The Hole That No Player Ever Wants to See making a reappearance in Fenrir’s route kills a lot of the build up between Alice and Fenrir and there was honestly no point of having Alice go back to London. The circumstances that lead her to returning were so stupid it had me head banging against the wall.

The Good: I think Fenrir and Alice have a very strong “friends to lovers” romance going on and it was honestly really sweet and wholesome. I loved how their friendship and subsequent romance builds them both up and makes them better people-- they’re both stronger together, they’re equals, they’re partners. You really get a sense of camaraderie between the two and their relationship is founded on mutual respect, understanding, trust, and confidence in each other which I’m 100% on board with. Fenrir taking Alice onto the battle field with him is a testament of the rock solid trust between them. They have a very strong partner in crime vibe that I love! 

I adore how Fenrir refers to Alice as his “best friend” or his “best buddy” and it was just so cute, it made my heart swell because I’m a firm believer that your s/o SHOULD be your best friend.

Overall imo, Fenrir’s route is about on par with Lancelot’s, though it has higher highs and lower lows than Lancelot’s route did.

Anyway, I’m making my way through Edgar’s route currently (♥ω♥*).

[maurine07]

NO BECAUSE WHY AM I SO DAMN EMOTIONAL RIGHT NOW?? I did not expect this to make me feel the way I did. Also, I feel the need to tell you that every single time I see you in my inbox, I seriously get so happy, you can't even begin to imagine how much joy it brings me.

Ethan being even grumpier as chief is 100% canon. I can't even believe that the people in those Board meetings are still alive LOL.

“If he yelled at me like that, I’d literally shit my pants.”

Lilac stifles a laugh from where she watches, shoulder pressed against the wall, her arms crossed. All of the assumptions about the notorious Chief of Medicine have been accurate so far. Except for the last one. While Ethan is famous for making interns question their existence with his verbal lashings, no one has, thankfully, shit themselves to this day.

OK BUT THIS PART IS HILARIOUS AND I'VE BEEN LAUGHING AT THIS FOR THE PAST FIVE MINUTES

Ethan’s expression softens when he sees her.

“It was a real ball,” he deadpans, leaning in to kiss her in greeting.

Her arms stay secured around his waist and Ethan allows his shoulders to relax. Lilac smiles up at him for no particular reason at all and he smiles back without hesitation.

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!! AND I LOVE HOW HE IMMEDIATELY SOFTENS UP WHEN HE'S AROUND HER!! I can't stop smiling right now, they make me so happy!

He leans in to kiss her quite passionately, as though to prove how far from random their encounter was on her first day at Edenbrook. When they break apart, he promptly burrows his face in the crook of her neck, humming quietly as though finally at ease. Lilac laughs, moving her hands up to squeeze his forearms. Despite his tough exterior, she can tell the meeting took a lot out of him.

I've probably already said this a million days times but I'M SO SOFT FOR THESE TWO, SO FREAKING SOFT! I honestly can't imagine my life without L&E anymore. God, how was I alive before them? And I love how easily Lilac can read Ethan.

“Of course it's not too much to ask!” She all but pushes her tall, broad-shouldered, and reluctant husband toward the young doctor. “Ethan loves to give these out.”

PLEASE JAHSKAKAK! I LOVE HER SO MUCH FOR THIS! Ethan probably wants to jump off a cliff atm.

“Dr. Allende, you have no idea what your work means to me. You are the reason I became a doctor. I read all about you when you became the youngest Latina to lead a team here at Edenbrook.” The young woman speaks in a quiet rush, as though afraid of losing her nerve. “I grew up in East LA too, in an immigrant, working class household. When I read your story, I couldn’t help but believe that my dream of becoming a doctor could come true. I also read your book a few years back and I—” The intern pauses when emotion threatens to impede her words. “I felt inspired by you.”

SHUT UP, SHUT UP, I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS! This made me tear up ngl. That girl was probably so happy and so inspired to hear of someone who was in the same place as her and I can't imagine how Lilac must've felt hearing this.

“Of course not. I'm happy others appreciate what an outstanding doctor my wife is.”

ME TOO, ETHAN, ME TOO! WE SHOULD ALL APPRECIATE WHAT AN OUTSTANDING DOCTOR LILAC ALLENDE IS, PERIOD.

“If they're going to idolize anyone, it should be you.”

THIS LINE HAS ME FLOORED I TELL YOU, FREAKING FLOORED. I can't even- He's so right though.

Bree, my queen, you always manage to lift my spirits when I'm feeling low and I'm so grateful for that. L&E are just perfect in every way, shape and form and I love all these soft moments between them. I just love this fic so much, there are no words to truly describe how it made me feel. The fact that Lilac inspired someone to go to med school because they had the same experience makes me want to ball my eyes out. This was pure perfection, my dearest.

Medical Hero (Ethan x f!MC)

Book: Open Heart, Beyond Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Words: 1.5K Summary: A young intern sees her medical hero and musters up the courage to ask for an autograph.

The shouts booming from within the boardroom echo around the hallway, frightening a cluster of birds lounging by one of the windows. A group of interns nearby startle while the resident taking the lead barely blinks, unfazed by the heated argument that is almost a daily occurrence at Edenbrook. A commendable attempt is made to continue business as usual, but the whole group collectively jumps when the yelling reaches new levels.

“…not in my goddamn hospital, Cyrus!”

“ I will not be treated this way!”

“Not to worry,” the residents assures the group. “Just a routine meeting between our Chief of Medicine and the Board. Those tend to get… animated.”

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[regularbeans]

After a week of playing Overwatch:

absolutely can’t play Genji, if I get him on mystery hero I usually find the nearest cliff and jump off of it I’m not even kidding

I’m a little better at McCree but I usually just play him to hear Matt Mercer’s voice :’D High Noon only charged for me ONCE and I got so excited that I blew all my load on one dude. Worst porno ever.

Pharah is like, my second main, if there’s a tank already and we need an offense hero I’ll go straight for her. It’s ideal that she does so much splash damage cause her rockets are slöw

Reaper. Miss me with that edgelord.

I know Soldier is supposed to help in transitioning from classic fps to the more complicated and strategy-based OW but listen, I play Gaige on Borderlands 2 and camp out with Deathtrap whenever I can, Soldier isn’t gonna be a good fit for me. I hate his ult also.

I also wish I was better at Sombra but unfortunately she’s too squishy

same with Tracer. I love being annoying and drawing people’s attentions away from my team mates but it’s hard to play her without a mouse so I’ll get back to her when I have one.

Bastion’s cool for defence but very limited unless in sentry mode which I guess is why he’s defence but still.

I’m a bad Hanzo but I enjoy him quite a lot. Not worth it to go up against a Widow with him though.

I hate those asshole Junks that just keep lobbing in grenades from the window and get play of the game. I know the game allows this so it’s not cheating or anything but it’s a bit of a spineless move if you ask me heh.

Mei is great and I love her and I love being a Mei even though it’s a lot of responsibility. I usually train with her against AI but I’m also happy when I get her on MH. People get really angry at her in Quick Play though :[

Torbjörn is cool but I’m very map-specific with him, he’s best on King’s Row ngl, he’s fun, he’s a tiny man.

Because I’m a sniper at heart I feel partial towards Widowmaker and I love playing her but I’m often discouraged because of how mad people get at bad Widows (or bad anyone’s but like, we were on attack the other day and I got yelled at because WIDOW’S SHIT ON ATTACK like chill, I just wanna shoot some fools)

I can’t do shit with D.Va. I played against a great D.Va this morning and I have no idea how they stay alive. Everybody’s shooting me all the time, my matrix lasts only for so long, and I have a damn box of peas I keep throwing at people, I’m very bad at her.

Orisa is my main girl, I gushed about her before and I just have to say she’s the perfect hero for me. I don’t know who I’d be if she wasn’t in the game yet when I joined.

Reinhardt is usually my go-to tank with tight choke point maps but I’m only good with pushing through, I can’t kill for shit with his hammer so I usually swap him out once we got in. I love his HONOR! JUSTICE! REINHARDT-REINHARDT-REINHARDT! voice line though x) Also Sweethardt x)

I thought I was gonna be so good at Roadhog, and I’m not bad but I don’t think he’s a very good tank tbh. If you have to step out to take a breather every ten seconds then you’re not a tank, sorry.

Winston’s crap. Or I’m a crap Winston. His gun don’t do shit and you’d think I’d be good at it since you don’t even have to aim, and I don’t get how his shield works or what it’s even good for when you still get shot through it O-o

Zarya’s nice, I’m getting used to her tbh. I love going up to people in the spawn room and spam the “I will BREAK YOU” voice line x)

Ana is the one healer I’m decent with, tbh, I put three people to sleep at once a few hours ago, it was hilarious.

Lúcio, my love....... I’m so bad at you.

Same with Mercy but I’ll go out of my way to protect Mercy’s and always apologise when I get her or both of us killed.

I’ll master Symmetra one day....... one day......

Zenyatta’s my favourite chill boy but nopppppe, too much to pay attention to, I can’t aim, nope.

Also:

I’ve had exactly ONE conversation with one of my 1v1 partners, everybody else is just fucking quiet AND boring

also I haven’t won a 1v1 before but I’m not even talking while playing, I talk while setting up soooooo what could be the reason? Oh, I’m just bad? Okay........

people who kill you while you’re dancing in skirmish are the worst

I straight up LEAVE whenever someone starts acting like they’re the damn boss while you’re in the spawn room. I get it if you want to discuss strategies but don’t talk to me like I’m a damn idiot.

I like funny people who don’t take it seriously. I like a bit of joking and humour in the chat. Whenever someone’s throwing a tantrum and cursing team mates out I just roll my eyes so hard. Go play comp if you’re so damn serious about it.

gotta break all the pinatas in Dorado, bre-... bREAK THE FUCKING PINATAS, REAPER

nobody cares who you main. If someone else snatched your main and doesn’t want to switch then tough luck, pick another character you dillweed.

some people are Very mean and will yell at me

accidentally coordinating some dumb shenanigans in the spawn room or in skirmish is my favourite :’D

no, I will not put down a shield ten seconds before attack commences cause it will despawn two seconds after attack commences, you just let me handle tanking and you handle hammering your turret

I’m busy killing the sentry Bastion when he’s not looking at me, no I don’t know what you mean when you write “ORISA SHIELD HERE”

watch my damn halt ball maybe? maybe? it makes a noise, it’s really bright, there’s a .second delay when it blows up, that’s where you have to shoot, that’s... that’s the point......

I denied three ults within five seconds, why is Mei’s two headshots the POTG and not my stroke of brilliance?

going against an enemy Orisa is hardcore af but I win always. unless the enemy has two Orisa’s cause then I win never

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[yahtzee voice] Overwatch is a good game