#and misstep again......ugh

[deathlonging]

classmate mentions sth that leaves you surprisingly touched and yr instinctive response is to say dry as hell oh profusely weeping etc. well FAILED grade in basic social interaction girl you keep forgetting your saving grace is you can never invite ppl in your head !!!

[lemongogo]

why do i love the conflict more than anything else . the misery . the incompatibility that spreads like oil slick . wanting so desperately for resolution that never comes . hmmm

[i-wanna-write]

Feel Alive - Bode Leone x Civilian!Reader

Request: Would you be okay with writing a Bode x fem!civilian!reader where he saves her life when the three rock crew responded to a call with the fire department and she comes by to visit Bode to thank him and they both have clear chemistry, and it’s really sweet? They both want to see each other again so they call each other all the time and she comes to visit him when she can and they start dating?

Warnings: some cuss words… I think that’s it

Word Count: 3010

A/N: My first request! I played it more into the first part of the request but am open to maybe a part 2 depending on people’s wants!! Thank you @kpopgirlbtssvt

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Photography is your passion. With a Masters in Journalism and a Bachelor of the Arts in photography, your job for the local newspaper was everything you loved. Getting close to the action to report anything and everything was what you always dreamed of. But being able to also capture those moments through your lense -

That is what makes you feel alive.

So whenever you had a day off, you’d take your camera and go on a hike, capturing nature through your lense. Hiking. God you absolutely love hiking. Being in nature and just listening to the birds chirp and talk to each other made you feel like you were in another word. Everything is so peaceful, so serene.

Only an hour into your hike and you cannot wait to get home to see what you’ve taken. You’ve found a bush of wild flowers and took numerous shots, watching as the sun seemed to make the pink change colors. You found a hawk resting on a branch and was able to capture its take off, wings soaring through the air.

Moments like this make you feel alive.

Sometimes you think about being a bird. How they can come and go as they please, soaring high and to places you know you’ll never reach. But at least through your lense, you’re able to live vicariously through it.

You walk down a hill, looking around and pausing as you notice the chirping has begun to cease. You hear a shrill through the air and look up to see numerous birds flying. Raising your camera, you snap a shot, watching as the birds fly away, seemingly leaving you alone.

Bringing your camera down, you hold it with both hands so you can examine this shot. You imagine it’ll look surreal, different birds flying high with the same destination in mind.

However, that’s not the feeling the shot conveys.

Instead, you zoom in on the picture and see smoke atop the trees. Lowering the camera you look up to see the said smoke, and slightly behind it, a fire.

“Fuck.” You mutter to yourself, dropping your camera and taking off down the mountain.

Your heart hammers in your chest and your breathing is harsh as you try your hardest to get farther from the forest fire. Your backpack hits against your back with every step you take, your braid whipping around every now and again to hit you in the face.

Your speed starts to slow as exhaustion starts to hit, causing you to misstep. You feel your ankle twist, a snap heard, and you bring your arms out in front to catch you as you fall.

“Ugh!” You yell in pain, knowing the snap definitely did not sound good.

The pain is definitely making you feel alive.

You press onto your hands and good foot, allowing yourself to rise. You take this moment to catch your breath and see that you were able to create some distance between yourself and the fire. You lower your injured leg down, wanting to test if you can bear weight on it.

The moment you press it onto the earth a shot of nausea hits you as pain travels up your leg. You immediately think it’s broken and give out a frustrated grown. You quickly look around and spot a large branch on the ground. You slowly hop on your uninjured leg to it and pull it up.

The branch still has leaves and twigs on it and its length is slightly longer then your height. But beggars can’t be choosers and you didn’t expect the forest to have the perfect walking stick laying around.

You place it on the side of your injured leg and grab it with both hands. You use it as a second leg, allowing you to hop on your uninjured one as you continue on, wanting more distance from the fire.

Five minutes of hopping and luck was finally in your favor. You come across a creek and, from living where forest fires are common, know that if you get across, the creek can act as a natural barrier to the forest fire.

Grumbling that you’re about to get wet, you start to make your way across the creek.

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Bode looks around at his fellow inmates and captain as the fire is finally put out. It took them awhile to get it, but thankfully the water drop was able to help finish it off.

The fire started from a simple lit cigarette that someone discarded irresponsibly. Bose cannot believe the idiocy this person possessed. If you grew up in or near Edgewood, you knew all about the risk and safety of forest fires.

“Alright,” Manny starts, gathering everyone’s attention. “Time to head out boys.”

The inmates start to walk away from their post, ready for the day to be over and more importantly to shower, wanting the soot off their skin.

Bode starts to walk towards the way they came before a shine catches his eye. He looks around the forest floor, wondering what could be reflecting the sun to create the shine.

He spots the object and walks over as he sees a camera, and an expensive one at that. He picks it up, noticing that the lense is cracked and that caused the sun to scatter when it hit him, causing the glare.

He pressed the on button and it miraculously turned on, seeming that only the lense was damaged. He goes to look through the picture, wanting to know who’s camera it is and the most recent picture catches his eye.

Its birds flying in the sky. He can tell by the size and colors, the birds are all different yet seemed to have come together with the same destination in mind. To Bode, it’s a beautiful shot.

It makes him feel alive.

However, as he continues to stare at the image, he notices that there’s smoke in the sky. Smoke from a fire. Then he notices the time stamp. Today. Only over an hour earlier.

“Hey Cap,” Bode shouts, gathering some of the guys attention.

He starts to walk towards Manny and meets him halfway, camera in his hands.

“I found this.” He states, shoving it in his hands.

Manny looks at it for a moment before saying, “It’s a picture of birds Bode, nothing special.”

Manny goes to walk away but Bode stops him.

“Look at the time stamp.” The younger man says urgently.

Manny does and feels his stomach drop.

“There’s someone probably out there.” Bode says, starting to make his way down the hill.

“Bode!” Manny yells, grabbing his arm to stop him. “There’s no more fire. Our job is done. I’ll radio it in but it's a search and rescue job from here, not ours.”

Bode just shrugs him off and starts to pick up his pace, running down the hill in search of the cameras owner.

“Bode!” Manny yells after him. “Bode! Goddammit!”

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You lay on the forest floor, listening as the birds have returned and they’re back to chirping. You smile slightly, happy that it probably means the fire is out.

However, you’re positive your ankle is broken. Once you passed the creek, you laid back on the ground to recover your breath and immediately felt the blood rushing to and from your ankle. Putting weight on it was not an option. But you couldn’t stay on the forest ground forever. As much as you sometimes wanted to be a bird, you kind of enjoyed being a human.

With there being no service on your phone, you came up with a game plan. You’d wait for the fire to be put out, hoping the creek would stop or slow it while you rested. From there, you’d use that time to rest before hobbling the way you came, hoping you’d run into a firefighter.

You sit up so you're leaning on your hands and sigh, knowing you should probably start the part of your palm where you trek back the way you came.

However, you don’t the chance to try as you hear leaves crunch and footsteps coming towards you.

“Hello!” A voice calls from the first. “EFD! Call out if you hear me!”

You let out a gasp/laugh before responding. “I hear you! I’m across the creek!” You yell back.

You watch as a man comes down the hill and finds you.

Your eyes widen at him. He’s huge. Broad shoulders and big arms that are corded in muscle down to his wrists. His hands are filthy, covered in soot while his arms are clean. He’s dressed in bright orange, and you know immediately he’s part of Three Rocks inmate rehab program.

But that doesn’t scare you. Cause you’re hurt, he wouldn’t be apart of the program if he was dangerous, and he’s hot.

Sue you.

His face is as attractive as his body with a strong jaw that looks to be littered with facial hair. His hair is long, past his ears and blonde. Despite the soot covering his hair and face, you cannot deny the attractiveness.

He steps closer and closer to you, slowly as if you’re a wounded animal and he doesn’t want to startle you and have you flee him. As if you could run with this ankle.

“Hi.” He says awkwardly. “I’m Bode and with the EFD at Three Rock.”

“I kind of figured based on that get up.” You state with a raised eyebrow and nodding your head to his clothes.

Bode gives you a sheepish smile and walks to you before crouching down next to you.

His eyes meet yours and you feel yourself cultivated by the blue in them. They’re so bright and remind you of a blue jay, strong and shining.

“Are you okay?” He asks, concern on his face.

You laugh at that. “Do I look okay?” You ask incredulously. “My one day off in a while and I decided to go hiking and take pictures. Only a forest fire decided to start and ruin my day. And then I just had to trip and hurt myself.” You finish, gesturing to your injured ankle.

This is when Bode notices the awkward angle your ankle sits at and how your face is grimacing every now and again.

“Shit, is it okay if I look at it?” He asks.

You nod for him to go ahead and watch as he moves closer to your ankle. He seems to just observe the positioning first before his hand reaches out and he looks at you as if asking for permission. The moment his fingers briefly touch you, you yelp, trying to move away from him.

“Sorry, sorry.” He says, pulling his hand away and standing up. “I think it’s broken.”

“You think?” You question, looking at him like he’s stupid.

“You’re pretty snappy.” He states, blue eyes looking down at your.

“I just wanted some nice shots of nature but instead I broke my ankle and have been laying here the past hour hoping the fire didn’t kill me. But the rate I’m going, the pain in my ankle will kill me, so forgive me if I’m snappy!” You finish as your voices raises towards the end.

Bode sighs and nods, seeing your reason. “Sorry. But if it helps I did find this.”

You finally notice that he’s holding your camera and your breath catches. You figured the fire caught up to it and all the photos form the past week were gone. Yet here it is. Not burnt, not covered in soot, only the lense is cracked.

“My camera.” You state, grabbing it from his hands and holding it to your chest.

“I found it when we were about to head out. The lense is cracked but the sun reflected of it and caught my eye.” Bode tells you.

“Who knew that while I was trying to feel alive through the lense, the lense itself saved me.” You softly say, smiling greatly at him.

Bose smiles back and you cannot help but notice how it makes him even more attractive. It’s not fair to be that pretty.

“I know what you mean.” He states eyes staring into your own.

You give him a questionable look and he expands his thought.

“When I saw it and turned it on, I saw the last shot you took. I just saw how amazing it was that all the birds, despite their differences, were flying together. It was… nice. Peaceful. Then I saw the timestamp and realized someone was there recently.”

You smile brightly this time. You never connected with someone like this about your pictures. Your friends, family, even your colleagues looked at your pictures and saw just that - a picture. Yet here was this stranger who saw something deeper, saw something you yourself saw.

“Bode!” A voice calls and you look to see three other firefighters coming your way. You notice how one is dressed like the usual fireman while the other two are dressed similarly to Bode.

“Cap!” Bode says back, rising to his feet and walking towards the three. “She’s injured. Broken ankle I think. This is-“ Bode pauses and turns to you. “I never got your name.” He states.

“Y/N.” You state, “My name is Y/N.”

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Two weeks later you find yourself at Three Rock, boot on your injured ankle and a plate of cookies in your hand. You wanted to thank your savior and your mom taught you baked goods go a long way.

Bode carried you through the forest and to the ambulance, where you rushed off to the hospital and X-Rays were done. They confirmed a break but thankfully you did not need surgery. A week of crutches followed by 3 weeks in a boot and then weeks of physical therapy. But at least you were alive.

After checking in for visitation, you’re told to go to the picnic tables where the inmates were with their visitors. You hobble that way and see five tables lined up with different people dressed in orange sitting at them.

You spot Bode, his clothes and self now cleaned of the soot and you notice his clothes are more casual then the day in the forest. An older man sits at the table across from him, his hair dark and a mustache on his face. He’s dressed in jeans and a camo t-shirt and you spot the resemblance between him and Bode.

You don’t want to interrupt so you just watch as the two converse, respecting the time Bode is getting with whom you assume is his father. Bode laughs at something and his face lights up, his eyes moving around before they spot you.

You give him a shy smile and blue eyes meet Y/E/C eyes and he says something to his father before standing from the table and making his way to you. Now standing, no longer laying on the forest floor or being in his arms, you notice how much taller he is than you. Almost a foot taller.

“Hey stranger.” You greet, smile not leaving your face.

“Hey snappy,” he says back, coming to rest against the wall of the holding next to you.

You roll your eyes and look away, butterflies moving in your stomach. This man’s face is something else.

It makes you feel alive.

You turn back to see him staring at you and you bring the cookies up and towards him.

“I wanted to say thank you - for saving my life.” You say, cookies proudly on display with a n envelope wrapped on the bottom.

“I hardly saved your life.” He states, grabbing the plate from you. “And you didn’t have to give me anything.”

“I kinda did. I get snappy when I’m hurt and don’t like help from people. But you did find my camera and I don’t want to think what would’ve happened if you didn’t find me. Best case scenario, I would’ve hobbled my way back to civilization and needed surgery for my ankle. Worse case I died.”

Bode laughs at this and shakes his head, a smile still on his face.

“Do you maybe want to sit,” he asks, gesturing to the table.

“I’d love you.” You start. “But I have a check up I have to get to.”

Bose nods, not letting his disappointment show. He really wanted to get to know you. Just talk to you. Know more about you.

“But,” You start again, “Would it be okay if maybe I called you sometime?”

Bose smiles widely and nods. “I’d like that.” He states. “I - yes, you can.”

“Perfect!” You say, wincing at yourself with how happy you sounded. Hopefully Bode doesn’t notice. “Um, I should probably let you get back to your visit but just -“

Gaining confidence you lean forward and press your lips to his cheek, kissing him lightly. You pull back, a blush on both your cheeks now

“Thank you.” You say softly before turning around and walking back to your car

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Bode walks back to the table his father sits at and sets the cookies down. He’s happy. The girl is gorgeous but it’s not just her looks. She’s quirky, and sarcastic, and has made him feel happy. Something he hasn’t felt in a while.

“Wanna tell me what that was about?” His dad asks, eyebrows raised with a knowing look on his face.

Bode just asks innocently and replies, “Just someone thanking me.”

His dad doesn’t look convinced but doesn’t say anything to which Bode is grateful.

He slowly unwraps the cookies, something he doesn’t get the luxury of having often. As he undoes the plastic wrap on it, he feels something on the bottom and pulls it away to look at it.

It’s a print of the birds flying. The one he found on the camera the day he met Y/N. He turns the card around and sees a note.

‘To feeling alive’ xo Y/N

Bode stares at that and smiles, this time, feeling alive.

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A/N: Hope you guys liked it!!!

[iwaoiness]

Japan is one set ahead of Argentina, and if they win this fourth set, they'll make it to the final. However, Argentina isn’t making it easy for them, returning every point and applying pressure, especially with their blocking. Each play becomes more intense, faster, and overwhelming.

The players move with the fluidity of a river, functioning like a perfectly synchronized machine, not a single misstep. Oikawa Tooru takes a glance at the opposite side; two seconds are all he needs for his mind to plan the next move. As his libero delivers a perfect pass, Oikawa rushes under the ball and leaps into the air to set it. Hyakuzawa stays in front of him while Ushijima and Suna handle the Argentine ace. Tooru grins hungrily, drenched in sweat, and in the last second, changes his stance, sending a powerful spike that cuts through the air like an arrow.

The crowd erupts into wild cheers as the point secures the victory in this set. Oikawa is quickly swarmed by his teammates, ruffling his hair and patting him on the back in congratulations. Surrounded by his team, Tooru glances over at the Japanese bench, his lips curling into a teasing smile as his eyes lock with Iwaizumi’s, who stands with his thick arms crossed. Iwa rolls his eyes but can't hide the soft smile tugging at his lips.

A whistle blows, signaling the short break before the fifth and final set. Everyone heads to their benches, Oikawa nearly jogging with his hands clasped together. However, he stops right in front of the opposing bench, his smile widening as Hajime meets him.

"This isn’t your team, Shittykawa"

Tooru wants to send all hell, jump on him, and kiss him again until their lips ache.

"Can't my Iwa-chan handle having a VNL finalist in front of him?" he gasps dramatically, placing a hand on his chest.

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes with a snort.

"That remains to be seen, idiot"

"Oh! Speaking of seeing," Tooru leans in, tilting his head as his grin stretches wider, alerting Hajime because he knows that smile all too well. "Did you see the foul in the third set?"

The athletic trainer blinks, frowning slightly in confusion.

"The fuck are you talking about? What foul?"

"You know," Oikawa purses his lips for a moment to keep from laughing, "that foul."

“Tooru, I’m sure there wasn’t any foul.”

Oikawa sighs, pouting adorably.

"Wrong! Just ask me again, Iwa-chan!"

This time, Hajime raises an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"Just ask me!" Oikawa repeats, practically vibrating with excitement.

"I swear if this is one of your stupid tricks, I’m going to—"

"Come oooon, ask meee!"

"Ugh, fine," Hajime groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What fucking foul?"

And like a tulip blooming open to the world, Tooru’s toothy smile blossoms on his face, sweet, serene, and loving.

"Fouling in love with you!"

Iwaizumi’s eyes widen, and for a second, he feels his heart stop completely before it bursts into a pounding rhythm that shakes his ribs, roars in his ears, and flutters in his stomach.

"You... You are—" Hajime, with flushed cheeks and ears, tries to say something, but he’s left opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. "How... Just... Argh, fucking damn it!" he finally curses, covering his face with both hands while Oikawa stands in front of him, laughing, loud, childlike, and affectionate.

"Don’t be shy, Hajime-chan!" Oikawa teases a little more, moving in to wrap him in a warm hug, forgetting entirely about the cameras, the fans, their teammates, the coaches, and the fact that they’re going viral (again) on social media.

...

silly thing of my silly boys cuz i need dopamine and serotonin bc my laptop decided to die 3 days ago and i had to take it to the technician and im still waiting for him to tell me if it has salvation and i HOPE it does bc in there are SEVEN years of my life (and my haikyuu fics im crying dont touch me)

but at least i've my phone and can write little iwaoi drabbles for yall #positivism

thank u so so so much today and every day for reading and supporting <33

u can find me on my ao3 🍉

[definesanity]

Reverse The Years...

When she came to, it was on a bed she has not seen in 34 years.

Vertin had near enough ended it right there and then, were it not for the fact there was nothing she could do so with in her room.

The Foundation, always making sure their hounds never got too many toys to play with...

With a practiced ease, she got out of bed, and saw herself in the mirror.

That child was her once more... and she already knows her plan.

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Classes were interesting. Shockingly enough.

Maybe it's because she forgot some things, that relearning them was fun, for once.

Sonetto, who looked as cute as a button (she can say that. She thinks.), also looked in surprise at Vertin's heat-seeking questions.

One question followed another in a stream that seemed to extend long and wide, and by the end of the lesson, even the Instructor looked impressed.

Exiting the classroom, Sonetto quickly caught up with Vertin, who she herself was mumbling about getting a notebook.

"I..." Sonetto cleared her throat. "Did not know you could be so inquisitive, Vertin."

Vertin blinked in surprise, but then remembered that, she was not the Timekeeper. Not anymore...

"Lessons were interesting today," Vertin replied. "I just asked about things I was curious about."

Sonetto nodded. "It's a good thing, Vertin. One more misstep, and you might have been sent to the guardhouse."

Vertin hummed. "I know, Sonetto. I'll try to behave myself." the grin on her face made it hard to believe, however.

She continued through the hallways. The white felt suffocating. How did she go through not tearing them down, back then?

The white marble protected and made them all weak. To die as weapons, not as people. Vertin said different.

Maybe that's why she awoke to instantly fall into eternal slumber by a bullet to her skull.

"Psst," a tiny voice said. "Psst!"

Vertin paid no mind, until-- "Timekeeper!"

Vertin turned to the noise so fast she was sure her neck was about to snap. There, behind a corner, was Lilya, motioning her hand in a 'come hither' gesture.

Vertin approached cautiously. The two stood in front of each other, and Lilya leaned down...

...To pat Vertin's head.

"I said, didn't I?" Lilya grinned lazily. "Now, it is my turn to pet you."

Vertin near enough had her jaw on the ground. "...You... remember?"

"As far back as today," Lilya replied. She then rubbed her eyes, trying to stop her tiredness. "Ugh, this is too weird... did we go back in time?"

"Seems so." Vertin replied in turn. "Things are currently too esoteric for us to understand. If things go the way they did..."

"Lilya nodded, her expression grim. "Breakaway." she clicked her tongue. "There's only so much we can do, there's only three of us."

Vertin blinked. Then, turned to Matilda.

"I applaud your correct usage of 'esoteric', at least." Matilda dryly said. "Still, how--"

"You also remember?" Vertin interrupted. Just in case.

Matilda spluttered. "W-What?!" she looked flabbergasted. "Would I TRULY be conversing with you if I did not?!"

"True," Vertin hummed. "You never did like me."

"I-- YOU were an academic annoyance, getting in my way of my rivalry with So...!" she trailed off, turning red as Vertin and Lilya gave her unimpressed looks. "L-Lessons will start again soon!" she spat out, "Do not be late!"

She stormed off, leaving Vertin standing with a slight smile and Lilya looking smug. Taking a swig, the pilot gestured to Vertin. "Get going then, Vertin."

Vertin nodded, and walked away.

They found a path, away from the light. And the lamb found twin blades of silver, sharpened beyond their years.

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Did Vertin have a lack of a will to learn? No. She just knew lots of things beyond her years, was all.

Even still, her increased participation in lessons made it so Sonetto began to talk to her more. While nice to hear her childhood friend once more... it felt strange, too.

Sonetto was not yet free, her spirit bound to the pale palace.

Vertin needs to send her outside, beyond the walls, in order to open her eyes.

Does anyone else recall the past... future? She did not know yet.

Although, this changed when she came face-to-face with Mesmer Jr.

She looked down at Vertin with a strange expression. She looked as if she was debating something internally, a number of ponderous questions, with clues only the former keeper of time may know.

"Will you...?" she asked, an eyebrow raised, a tinge of hope in her voice.

Vertin's face was blank, and had something to say to the misunderstood girl. "I'll make sure the same act of 'genius' does not happen again."

Mesmer Jr., for the first time since Vertin had met her, smiled. If a bit venomous, and without much faith. "Make sure of it."

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Later, after classes were down, the four... Recallers? That'll do for now, gathered in a hidden corner of the SPDM. According to Lilya, the camera didn't actually work. Even still, the four were all careful.

"You mean to say, we just wait?" Mesmer Jr. asked, a rising anger in her voice, but Lilya waved her off.

"What can we do, right now?" Lilya replied, moving her carton from one hand to another. "We all are kids again, and our Arcanum is next to nothing."

Matilda nodded. "Everything that happened was planned... how do we break it...?!" she whispered to herself in thought.

Vertin, sitting nearby, was also deep in thought. This happened because of her actions. If she could replicate it, but without harming anyone...

"I have a plan," she eventually said. "Do you all trust me?"

All three looked a little sheepish, Lilya most of all, but eventually nodded.

Vertin sighed to herself. 'Just what has been practiced countless times, right?'

[ambrossart]

Out of the Loop (Preview #2)

⏪ Preview #1 | FULL RELEASE NOV. 10TH

summary: eddie went home with someone after prom, and gareth is determined to figure out who it was.

pairing: eddie munson x dwm!reader word count: -- warnings: language, new relationship, eddie's girlfriend is gareth's arch nemesis, silly childhood rivalries, eddie being happy and stupidly in love, jason being an overprotective ass, chrissy being an adorable little cupcake, the reader is chrissy's best friend, the unnamed freak is named grant in this series

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Now Gareth, his resolve reignited and burning brighter than ever, was prowling the senior locker area with his suspect list in hand. 

Let them keep their secrets, he thought. I don’t need their help. A lot of help they would’ve been, anyway. Yeah, I can solve this mystery all on my own.

And he would. 

Gareth was a fantastic investigator, you see. He could win a game of Guess Who? in less than five turns and had a lifetime record of fifty-three wins and only fifteen losses (such losses were unavoidable when you drew an easily guessable character like Anita. Ugh, Anita… with those rosy cheeks and annoying blonde pigtails. His little sister beat him in only two moves after that unlucky draw). Now Gareth would apply those same deductive reasoning skills to this. Ask careful, complex questions. Gather information. Cross those ladies off one by one.

There was only one problem: the girls at Hawkins High weren’t exactly forthcoming about their personal lives, especially when it involved Eddie Munson. In fact, most girls denied ever having spoken to the guy. 

Claire Dunnock, the most recent inductee into the popular clique, was being especially difficult.

Her blue eyes shifted back and forth anxiously. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, and then leaned forward to make sure none of her new friends were eavesdropping. Claire had to be very careful. One misstep and she would slide all the way back down the social ladder. She couldn’t afford to let that happen.

Gareth sensed her unease. “Hey, relax,” he told her, “I’m not here to ruin your reputation, okay? This conversation stays between us. You have my word.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Claire said. “I wouldn’t be caught dead with that freak.”

“Hey, that freak is my best friend,” Gareth said. “And you and I both know that’s not true, Claire. I saw you get into his van that one—”    

Claire seized him by the arm and hissed, “Shut up!” Her eyes blazed with fearful, self-protective rage. “Look, that was a year ago, okay? I was a stupid junior who didn’t know any better. Eddie and I had a class together. I guess I got a little curious, but that’s it. We hung out once and I never spoke to him again.” Loosening her grip, she said, “Besides, he was nothing but a big disappointment, anyway.”

Anger flared in Gareth’s chest. “All right, that's it. I’m not gonna stand here and listen to you slander my friend.” 

“It’s not slander if it’s true,” Claire said. 

Gareth didn’t know how to respond to that.

His jaw clenched in irritation. “Look, just answer my question, okay? Did you go home with Eddie after prom or not?”

“Of course not,” Claire answered, practically cackling at the thought. 

(Why were high school girls so needlessly cruel?)

“I went to prom with my boyfriend. I was with him all night. Ask anyone.” Claire swung her locker door closed, put her hand on her hip, and raised her eyebrows impatiently. “Are we done now?” She walked off to join the rest of her friends. 

Gareth glared at her back, his insides boiling with indignation and righteous fury.

You got curious and Eddie got his heart broken. Again. 

He crossed out Claire’s name with his pen. 

Two suspects down. Eight more to go. 

He tucked his pen behind his ear, turned, and suddenly the hallway froze over! Okay, that didn’t actually happen, but a bitter wind did blow. Gareth felt it on his face as soon as he saw you step out from around the corner. 

Coincidence? 

Doubtful.

You were wearing blue jeans and a Fleetwood Mac shirt. Yeah, you would like Fleetwood Mac, Gareth thought, scoffing. As usual, you were walking side by side with Chrissy Cunningham, your best friend since elementary school. She was smiling and laughing at one of your jokes. Laughing out of politeness, probably. Why you two were friends, Gareth would never know. Chrissy was sweet like cotton candy and you were so… so…

(evil, pure evil)

rotten to the core, like moldy fruit.

“I swear,” you said with a groan, “it’ll be weeks before your mom lets me into the house again. God, she’s such a prude. How was I supposed to know she was gonna invite the whole family over for Sunday brunch? At least I was dressed up for the occasion.”

Chrissy looked at you in baffled amusement. “You were still wearing your prom dress.”

“And it was a very nice prom dress. Your grandma even complimented it. She said it made me look like Madonna.” You weren’t too thrilled about that comparison, but who were you to pass up a free compliment? “Now your mom, on the other hand… man, if looks could kill… I probably would’ve choked on one of those blueberry scones she was serving, which were a tad overbaked if I’m being honest.”

Chrissy went to her locker and fiddled with the padlock for a second before opening it. You stood patiently beside her, the wall clock barely within view. 

It was a quarter past eight, you noted with a frown. Was Eddie here already or…? 

While hanging up her backpack, Chrissy said, “Yeah, she definitely had some colorful words to describe you last night.” 

You turned your attention back to her. “Your mom called me a slut, didn’t she?”

Chrissy didn’t answer at first. She was busy unloading her homework. While she was doing that, one of her fellow cheerleaders snuck up behind her, tapped her on the shoulder, and gave a cheerful, heartfelt hello. Chrissy hugged her and asked how her weekend was. The two chatted casually for a minute and then the girl went on her way. Never so much as glanced at you. 

“Umm, I believe she used the word harlot,” Chrissy said to you afterward. 

“Oh, she got biblical, huh?” Great, you thought, as if that woman didn’t despise you enough already. “You know, I don’t understand your mom. First I’m too fat to be your friend. Now I’m too much of a slut. That lady needs to pick a lane and stay in it… and then drive herself right off a cliff.”  

Chrissy threw you a friendly glare.

“Just kidding,” you said. “You know I love your mom. She keeps me grounded. Without her, I might develop a healthy self-esteem, and we all know how dangerous that is. Yeah, that might lead to confidence and success… perhaps even lifelong happiness.” 

Ignoring you (or pretending to), Chrissy started digging through her backpack again. “Dammit,” she said under her breath, “I think I left my pencil case at home.” 

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Jason has a pencil for you.” You smiled inwardly—a willful, wicked smile. “Then again…”  

Chrissy pushed her locker closed, grabbed both your hands, backed you up against the lockers, and brought her face really close to yours. “Shut up,” she whispered in half-hearted anger, a rosy blush blooming on the apples of her cheeks. 

You took one look at her and busted out laughing. Chrissy started laughing, too. 

“I hate you so much,” she said, and released you. 

“I know,” you replied affectionately. “But see, this is why the whole situation with your mom is so funny to me. I’m the one who’s still a virgin here, yet somehow it’s me who gets labeled the…” 

You spotted a familiar face down the hall. 

“Gareth?” You leaned toward him, squinting. “What are you doing in the senior locker area?”

The sound of your voice made him flinch. “Nothing,” he said, acting strangely defensive for some reason.

That’s when you noticed the piece of paper in his hand. You gestured toward it with your chin and said, “What’s that you got there? Is that a love letter? You finally asking someone out on a date? Will you go out with me? Check yes or no. Who’s the lucky lady? Wait, aren’t you a little young to be dating?”

Gareth hid the paper behind his back and glared at you. “We’re the same age.” 

“And yet I’m a senior and you’re a junior. Hmm, how did that happen?” You tipped your head and smiled at him. “You’ve got company, by the way.” 

“Huh?” Gareth stepped back and—

A hand landed on his shoulder, closed around his flannel shirt, and spun him around. Gareth jumped back, swallowing a scream. He was now standing nose to chest with Ben Jabruski, outside linebacker and two-time defensive player of the year. Eric Kordell stood beside him, smaller but no less intimidating. His brown eyes gleamed with feral, territorial aggression. 

“Get outta here, freak,” Eric said. 

Gareth squared up to him, unafraid. “Last time I checked this was a free country.” He wrenched his shirt out of Ben’s grip, careful not to tear his favorite flannel. It was a Christmas gift from his mother. 

While he was distracted, Eric reached out and ripped the paper out of Gareth’s hand. 

“Hey, give that back!” 

“What’s this?” Eric asked. He opened the paper and studied it for a minute. His expression went from amused to curious to downright furious. He crushed the list in his fist. “Why’s my girlfriend on here?” 

“Oh…” Panic shot up Gareth’s spine. He took a step back and let loose a nervous chuckle. “Oh… you must be Claire’s boyfriend. You know, I heard you two had a lovely time at prom.” 

He turned on his heel and took off running down the hallway. 

“Bye, Gareth!” you said, fluttering your fingers as he passed. Then you looked back at Chrissy with a smile. “God, I love that kid…”

You went to your locker after that, ignoring all the busy little voices, the occasional odd glance and stifled giggle you received from the other students. Chrissy followed with her first-period textbook cradled in her arms. 

“Just ignore them,” she told you. 

“I already am,” you said. 

At the end of the hallway, you spotted Chance Gallagher standing in front of his open locker, wearing the same green letterman jacket that he wore when he asked you to prom six weeks ago. Chance closed his locker and caught your eye for a moment. Then he gave you a small, apologetic smile. 

What was he apologizing for? For asking you to prom, getting your hopes up, and then humiliating you in front of the entire senior class? You weren’t sorry he did it. In fact, you were glad he did it. Yeah, you wanted to go up to him, shake his hand, and thank him for being such a spineless little worm. If he were a decent guy, your night might have gone differently, and you were quite pleased with how your night went. So thank you, Chance. Thank you for being a complete scumbag. Maybe I should write him a thank-you note. 

Smiling, you turned back around. As you did, you stole another quick glance at the clock on the wall. 

Eight-nineteen… 

You sighed. 

… and now eight-twenty. 

“He’s running late, huh?” Chrissy said. You looked her way and she flashed you a sweet, teasing smile. “I know you’re waiting for him.”

A small flush of heat tickled your cheeks, threatening to set your whole face on fire. Resisting it, you grabbed your padlock and started furiously spinning the dial: three turns to the right, one full turn to the left, another quick turn to the right, and

“Are you nervous about seeing him?”

you missed the last number and had to start all over again. 

“Kind of,” you admitted shyly. “Is that weird?”

Chrissy shook her head, her smile growing brighter and brighter. “Nope, it’s totally normal and absolutely adorable.” Giggling, she hugged her book tightly to her chest. If her hands were free, she probably would have hugged you instead. “I’m so happy for you. I really, really am. I swear, I feel like my heart’s about to burst right now.” 

“Well, you should probably see a doctor about that.” 

Chrissy stuck her tongue out at you. You did it right back, popped off your lock, and pulled on the handle. The locker door swung outward, squeaking on its hinges, and almost smacked Chrissy in the face. “Hey!” she said, laughing. She stepped back, skipped around you, and planted herself comfortably on your left side.

“So did you see him last night?” she asked, practically beaming. 

“Nope.” You slipped off your backpack and hung it on the hook. 

Chrissy squinted at you suspiciously. “Why do I feel like you’re lying right now?” 

“I’m not lying,” you told her, only to be betrayed by your blushing face. “I didn’t see him last night… technically it was this morning.” 

Twelve-o-two, to be exact. That’s when you saw the headlights flashing through your bedroom window blinds.

“Oh my god,” Chrissy said.  

“What? He just stopped by to say goodnight.” You smiled softly to yourself. “It was kind of romantic, actually.” 

“Uh-huh,” Chrissy said, laughing at you. “And how long did you two say goodnight?”

“Only for an hour… and a half.”

It was raining last night. You couldn’t invite Eddie into the house, so you two hung out in his van for a while. A very long while. W.A.S.P. was playing on the stereo. Eddie had found the cassette tape while cleaning out his van that afternoon. He was very proud of this accomplishment. It was adorable. He had you listen to a few of his favorite songs, asked you about your day, told you about his, and during “Cries In the Night,” he leaned over the center console and kissed you. Everything after that was a bit of a blur. The last thing you remembered was the horn blaring. You had accidentally pressed it with your elbow.  

“Oh my god,” Chrissy said.

“Stop saying, ‘Oh my god.’ You sound like my mom.”  

She had said the exact same thing after confronting you about it in the kitchen this morning. Turns out, the car horn had woken her up. Then she caught you creeping back inside through the front door. It was an awkward breakfast, to say the least. 

“That’s how it starts, you know,” Chrissy said. “Late-night visits. Long, drawn-out goodbyes. You two are gonna be inseparable this summer.” She breathed a long, lovesick sigh. “Jason and I used to be like that.” 

“You’re still like that.” 

“Yeah,” she said, smiling. 

“Speaking of…” You saw Jason Carver coming down the hallway, his pants ironed and creased, white collared shirt tucked in, a brand new Rolex glinting on his left wrist (an early graduation present from his father, apparently). He looked like a Ralph Lauren catalog model. “Is it weird that I’m picturing him naked right now?”   

Chrissy hid her face in embarrassment. “I swear to God, if you say anything…” 

“What am I gonna say to him? ‘Thank you for deflowering my best friend’? ‘I heard your penis is rather pleasing’? I don’t wanna talk to him about that. I don’t even wanna think about that.”

Prior to this weekend, you couldn’t even imagine Jason Carver having genitals. You always figured he was like a Ken doll down there. Nothing but smooth plastic.

Chrissy looked at you, mortified. “Why do I tell you anything?”  

“I have no idea,” you said. Then you checked the clock again. 

Eight twenty-three. 

Where the hell was Eddie?

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[themissingnumbers]

Hey, Green? Is there anything I can do- well, now I have to figure out how to word this without sounding like I'm rambling- Is there anything I can do to help Red, too?

I... I want to help him. I really do. But there's so much that's wrong and I'm... I dunno- scared for him? I'm scared for everyone here, and I don't know where to start or what to do. I don't really know what I'm even asking for here... Advice? I know that we can talk and stuff, but is there anything I can do to make their lives a little less miserable? What things I should and shouldn't bring up in conversations?

I just want them to be happy, y'know? They deserve to be healthy—mentally and physically—and to feel safe and cared for. They deserve to know that people love them and want what's best for them, even if that message comes from the people they don't expect to hear it from. They deserve to feel seen and heard, to have their experiences and emotions validated after everything they've been through.

And I know that a lot of their problems come from that thing in the sky—hell, I think I'd go as far as to say that all of their problems are a result of its callous actions—but they don't deserve any of that. They all have a place in this world, seats that they need to fill. No life is a waste, and I can't just sit here and let them leave their seats in this world empty because some "god" decided that they weren't perfect or important enough to sit in it. It- It's not fair!

....why do I keep doing this? I just said I wasn't going to ramble-

I'm sorry, Green. I don't mean to- I dunno- rant every time I've opened my mouth around you lately. It's just, that I feel like you're the only person I can talk to who actually gets it. I'll try to stop doing this, but my point from earlier still stands. Is there anything I can do to help, too?

"Chat it up as much as ya need buddy, I'm here ta talk after all as I said. I'll try my best to address all yer points" He claps his hands together, his mask reflecting how he clearly enjoys the interaction, and hell if that didn't give it away, the delighted purr in his voice definitely did. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, clearing his throat

"Startin off...Reddo... 'Fraid to say but ya can't... and shouldn't try to help everyone. Honestly. I'd be more careful 'round him. He's not a bad guy really-...."

He stops himself in the middle of his sentence, visibly grimacing at his verbal misstep, he lets out a sigh before trying again

"Okay he's not a nice person but he's not....-"

He pauses once again. He knows he cannot find a single good thing to say about Red, despite how he tries.

"Ugh..... He makes this so fuckin' difficult. Listen. He's fine. But I'd be careful cause he can chew you up and spit you out just to use you as another stepping stone between hell and the new reality."

"He's a... desperate guy and will try anything until it works." He hunches his shoulders, looking off to the side, staring at the wall. He soon turns back, and you can feel him look you in the eyes again, your spine feels like ice, you can vaguely almost... feel the color green behind your eyes, seeing the color in the corners of your vision as you stare back.

"He does not give a single shit 'bout any of y'all, despite any of your love and care for him." He sighs out, you can hear it in his voice, he sounds genuine, he believes what he says. The main thing you can notice just slightly is the hint of worry in his tone that he tried to hide.

He shakes his head, moving onto the next topic, like he didn't just tell you that your life could be in danger. You want to speak more about it- ask him what he means but... He just moves on like he always does, making it feel like you a bit too late to the punch. You hold your tongue.

"Anyways.. About the rest.. I wish I could tell ya how to help em. If I knew the way to make everyone happy- to fix everyones problems, without causing worse harm- I'd already would've done so by now. Gods I've tried." He shrugs, he doesn't really have the answer for that and he knows it, but what he does know is the hard painful truth about this world.

"I hate to say it, and you're really not gonna like hearin' it but-" He pauses for a beat

"You cannot make everyone happy. You cannot fix anyone." His tone is firm, he isn't scolding you- but it feels about the same as how it feels to be taught stranger danger by your mother. A fact of life, something you wouldn't usually go into the world thinking. After all, a child has to learn that the world isn't all growlithes and rainbows someday don't they? And well, usually, you'd prefer to tell them yourself, instead of them having to get hurt to learn.

"Ya think Leaf's gonna be fine with y'all planning with Reddo? Ya think Gurin's gonna be fine with you talkin to Red?" He lets that sentence hang for a good long while. It wasn't something you thought about- You are getting involved with a lot of interpersonal drama, trying to be there for everyone- That... That's something that can get you into hot water... But you just want... To help, they can't blame you for that can they?

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news but this place will never be able to be the happy little kids game like it was supposed to be. I mean after all, who are you to come in and try to ''cheer em up?'' They don't know you. You clearly don't know them an' frankly! I'm not givin a playbook on how to act for 'em. Honestly... Whats the difference between you an arce at that point?" Your breath stops in your throat, what? No. You're nothing like Arceus- You just want to make them happy and make sure they're okay- That's entirely different than whatever the hell that creation god is doing- You're not all powerful- You're not able to just smite someone just for being- You're honestly quite offended you'd be compared-

"It isn't just them that's the issue y'know?" He interrupts your thoughts, moving on to the next part of the question. Well- Yes you knew that, of course, but they're most of the issue aren't they? That's well- what you've been able to assume-

"It's people like you that're the issue in the first place."

"Nah. It ain't fair, it really ain't, but what can ya do? We're just made to entertain after all. Fuck us if we aren't what the people want us to be. And so juuuust for all of you, it breaks us further. And further. And further. Changing us contorting us to its vision. Making us palatable." He spat, talking about the god long enough is getting him real heated, but that isn't... what you focus on, no no. You focus on how he says it. He sounds like he's talking from experience. It makes your heart burn "Making us aallll fit into the place that you all want us to be in" He almost snarls, you genuinely can't tell if the aggression is directed towards you or not anymore, you lean back in your chair, a little bit further away from the intensity that Green radiates.

He lets out a heaving sigh, putting his head in his hands for a moment, composing himself- You're gonna guess he wasn't intending to lash out at you. You hope. He pulls his face out of his hands, placing them on the desk yet again.

"Listen. I'm not sayin it's the fault of all of ya people but. Really. Do you really care about a video game character? Or do just care about what you think we are? what you want us to be? what it made us be?" He sighs, the question is... well clearly genuine, It's something he wants to know. Do you care? You... Like to think you do.... but... He's really making you doubt what you knew and... well what you thought you were trying to do.

Green refills the silence with his voice again, calm, a curious tone to it. "Yknow... I got a question for ya. Where d'ya think arcey learned how to be perfect anyways? Because well- No offense but. I don't think that mindstate jus' comes naturally."

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@caeloservare asked: “are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”

Ugh…ow.

Garnet eyes blinked to try and clear the stars from his vision, a blurriness remaining on the right side as he shook his head. Big mistake, he realized, as the room swirled alarmingly, and his head throbbed with the sudden movement.

Taking a deep breath, the corvid started to push to his feet…only for a pressure on his shoulders to stop him. The firmness of that pressure was…telling, at least on his left shoulder, and with a groan, he tried to look up. The blur of white and blue and red coalesced slowly into most definitely the form of James Ironwood, and the groan extended itself to a heavy sigh as Qrow let the General push him – unresistingly – back down to the ground.

The concerned, worried cadence of James’ voice was almost enough to have the corvid give in right there, even as he shook his head again. Nausea was starting to press at the back of his throat. He needed…to stop doing that.

“’m fine, James. Jus’…jus’ took me by s’prise, ‘sall.”

An understatement. An exaggeration. Both. Since coming to Atlas, it seemed like his semblance had been acting out a little less, and while a lifetime of mistakes and missteps and bad luck would never leave him completely with his guard down…well. It had relaxed somewhat. Stupid mistake, really. His own bad luck.

Qrow grimaced at the thought, pale red eyes flickering up to try and meet James’ worried blue, but the movement made his head throb, and his vision swam. So he swallowed instead, and weakly tried to push himself up again.

“Really, ‘m ‘lright.”

[marutchi]

Little Skwisgaar x Toki comfort oneshot (Word count: 1502)

Warnings: Very mild spoilers from the new movie, apart from that there’s mentions of the abuse Toki has suffered from + some made up ones.

Btw I don't know how other fic writers handle their accents but personally I didn't feel confident enough in my writing to portray it in a pleasant way. That's why I chose to have them speak in Swedish with each other. I've read that supposedly many Scandinavians are able to understand each other or learn the other languages easily (sorry if that's actually not true!).

Enjoy!

Skwisgaar was only half asleep. As comfortable as their current living situation in Dais Keep was, he was still plagued by the events that took place. It felt so comically, idiotically, unreal that he was almost calm. Shit was so fucking weird he was practically convinced that all this could only be a dream. After saving Toki, he didn't think it could get any more fucked up, but strangely enough, this felt even worse. One misstep and it would all be over. That thought surely keeps you up at night.

The door to his room was slightly ajar, allowing light from the corridor to leak in, so Skwisgaar immediately noticed as it got obscured all of a sudden. His eyes opened fully and he saw a silhouette standing in the narrow crack of the door.

"Skwisgaar? Are you awake?" Toki asked. His voice was quiet, unsure even, as if he didn't know whether he should really dare to wake him. The way Toki sounded, Skwisgaar was certain he’d leave again if he remained silent and acted as if he hadn’t heard him, yet- “Ugh, Toki, it’s in the middle of the night, what do you want?” He asked back, annoyed.

“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” 

Instantly, Skwisgaar came into a sitting position. He should have known something was up because Toki spoke to him in Swedish - something he only ever did when he wanted something from him. 

“Hell no, fuck off,” he answered, switching to Swedish as well. 

The question didn’t really come as a surprise to Skwisgaar. When Toki slept in Mordhaus for the first time after the abduction, the quiet of the night was constantly interrupted by deafening screams. Everyone was immediately on the spot to find a hysterical Toki plagued by nightmares. Each of them was overwhelmed by the situation and in the end, Pickles stayed with him. Since that day, Toki preferred to sleep in bed with one of his band members. So far, Skwisgaar has always managed to wriggle out of having this crybaby in his bed and Toki has asked many times. This night wouldn’t be different, however. 

“Pleaaaase, Skwisgaar!” Toki desperately pleaded and fully opened the door, blinding the other man. “I can’t sleep alone!”  Skwisgaar was having none of it. “Maybe it’s time for you to learn again, it can’t go on like this.” With narrowed eyes he reached for the small packet of matches on his bedside table and accidentally wiped them off the edge. "Ughhh." Toki was immediately there, picked them up and held them out to Skwisgaar. With an impatient "Give me that!" Skwisgaar rudely snatched the matches out of Toki's hand. "Stupid fucking place doesn't even have electricity," he muttered. “Besides,” Skwisgaar started as he lit a match to light the candle on his table, wanting to see Toki's stupid face, “Why don’t you ask the others?” He shook the matchstick until the flame went out, then threw it carelessly aside, listening to Toki’s stammering as to why he had to sleep here of all places. 

“Well, Nathan is acting totally weird and when I stood in front of Murderfaces’ door I heard him talking and screaming to himself which is even weirder. And Pickle… he said he needed a private night, if you understand. I don’t, actually, but he was very serious about it.”

Skwisgaar sighed. “What about Knubbler?” He eyed Toki up and down, noting that the other had nothing on but his underwear. He could have at least had the decency to put on a shirt as well. Toki shrugged his shoulders. “Can’t find him anywhere.” 

Skwisgaar thought for a moment. If he’d let him sleep in his bed tonight, he’d demand to do it every night. Toki had always been clingy, but at the moment he was particularly clingy, especially towards him. As if Toki could read Skwisgaar‘s mind, he assured: “Please, Skwisgaar this will be the first and only time!”

“No! And this is my final decision, now piss off!” Skwisgaar angrily pointed at the door but Toki didn’t budge. 

“Please.” The sad way Toki looked at him reminded Skwisgaar of a beaten dog and to his horror, it didn’t leave him completely cold. While he couldn’t remember a lot of the night they saved Toki, he’ll never forget the way his band member hung there on the cross, upside down in that motherfucking jigsaw looking room.

“Skwisgaar, please. everytime I try to-"  "FINE," Skwisgaar interrupted him angrily, rubbing his face briefly. Toki practically jumped into his arms. 

“Thank you thank you thank you!” He hugged him tightly to Skwisgaar's displeasure. “Get off of me!” He shoved Toki to the other side of the bed. “Hehe, sorryyy.” 

Skwisgaar mumbled some things under his breath and with a swift movement lifted the covers, swung his legs over the edge of the bed and turned his back towards Toki who watched in horror.

“Please don’t leave me.”

Skwisgaar was caught off guard at how heartbroken Toki sounded. However, he quickly regained his composure. “I’m not, you idiot.” Skwisgaar glanced over his shoulder. “The least I want is to be wearing my underwear when the inevitable happens and you try to snuggle up to me.”  Skwisgaar stood up and Toki promptly was at eye-level with his bare ass. He couldn’t help but giggle. “Oh I’m so relieved. I already thought that you wanted to be mean since you said that I was allowed in your bed, but you didn’t mention anything about you being in it at the same time!”

“Mh.” Skwisgaar hadn’t considered this loophole. As he put on his boxers Toki got under the covers. 

“Oh boy does that mean we’re going to cuddle?” Toki asked full of excitement. “Fuck no,” Skwigaar immediately replied and slipped under the covers as well. “Fucking touch me and I‘ll throw you out of my room! I don’t care about your little panic attacks.“ Toki frowned. That was not exactly the answer he wanted to hear, but he wasn’t surprised in the slightest. “Now turn to the side, I don’t wanna watch your ugly face as you sleep.” 

If Toki hadn't been so desperate to sleep in the same bed as him, he might have countered back. “Pf, whatever.” He did as he was told, turning away from his bandmate.

Skwisgaar was about to turn sideways to blow out the candle when he caught a glimpse of Toki's back that made him stop short. He was already familiar with the scars from Toki's childhood, the ones he had received from his psycho parents. Now, between the old faded marks, there were new ones that looked red and incredibly painful. It seemed as if Magnus the jerk-off had even scratched some words into Toki's back. Skwisgaar's eyes traced the red lines towards Toki’s side where there was a huge, not yet completely healed wound, shoddily sewn shut. It would surely turn into a big ass scar and looked like it must have hurt like hell. Probably still did. 

Skwisgaar could not understand how Toki could still be as normal as he was. Humble, even. All he wanted was not to be left alone, for his friends to keep an eye on him and ensure that no one could ever do that to him again.

Toki noticed the light going out and listened to the rustling of the blanket. The last thing he’d ever expected was the warm hand that suddenly touched his back. Not daring to move a single muscle he just waited for what happened next.

“You are safe.”

Toki's eyes widened. He wanted to say something, anything, but his head was suddenly empty.

“I- ah.” Fervently he searched for the right words and didn't want to ruin this moment. He knew that this was special and all he could do was settle for a hoarse “Thank you”.

The hand left Toki’s back, leaving the spot it had rested on feeling oddly cold. He wriggled around under the blanket and, as carefully as possible, moved back further the tiniest bit to feel Skwisgaar's warmth.

“Good night, Skwisgaar,” Toki whispered.

“Good night.”

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Unsurprisingly, when Skwisgaar woke up, Toki was pressed against him with his head lying on his shoulder and his arms wrapped around him. Skwisgaar was too tired to even open his eyes, so when he enjoyed a delirious moment of closeness and shared body heat he wasn’t even thinking about Toki necessarily. Only when he wriggled around slightly did he notice an unpleasant, cold sensation somewhere on his torso. One of his eyes cracked open and a glance downwards confirmed a horrible suspicion: Toki was drooling all over him. Needless to say, the moment was over. With a hard push, Skwisgaar launched Toki onto the cold hard floor.

Even less surprising was the fact that the following night, Toki stood in front of Skwisgaar’s room again. The most surprising thing was how Skwisgaar wordlessly slid to the side of the bed to make room for his bandmate.

END

Note:

This whole thing was pretty much inspired by this scene

I like to imagine that Skwisgaar deliberately gave him a little nudge to calm him down. As shown in the show, he doesn't really mind non-sexual physical contact with other men. He did seem pretty allergic to it when it comes to Toki in aotd (can‘t 100% recall how it was in the show because it’s been ages that I watched it. I just remember he has always been annoyed with Toki) so I couldn't help but picture him needing a lot of time and tiny steps to step out of his comfort zone to give Toki what he needs because after all, he does care a lot about him!

Hope that makes sense!

[m0thisonfire]

9 for the drabble ask game with Vedan/Caramele!

Ask game: X

A heist during a festival is not Caramele's idea of fun. Stuck with Vedan, he decides to show the Count some real fun during their mingling with the commoners.

AN: yes I listened to Kingdom Dance from Tangled writing this, why?

When Grezhul made the announcement he was sending out a chosen squad of Graveborn to retrieve a relic from a temple in a village, Caramele didn't know what he was expecting. Nothing really. He didn't care at that moment because he immediately assumed he wasn't going to be part of the group.

Wrong.

He had been chosen all right. A group of five, with three Graveborn he didn't particularly mind and one he was still on uncertain terms with.

Ferael. Kelthur. Ludovic. Relatively sane and reasonable Graveborn. Good. He didn't interact with Ludovic much because of the noble status he had, that was a given, but he enjoyed his time with Ferael and Kelthur. Kelthur only because Caramele didn't find out his story until much later knowing him.

But then there was Vedan.

Ho boy, he and Vedan...

Now that was a recipe for disaster waiting to happen for more reasons than one. Especially with Isabella and Silvina absent. Vedan's temperament and Caramele's stubbornness...

Unstoppable force, meet unmovable object.

The only upside. When their carriages arrived in the village they were to rob blind, they saw the festival decorations and merriment in the main square.

Caramele had immediately perked up hearing the music and seeing the lights, as did Ferael, both recognizing the signs of a village holiday.

Kelthur and Ludovic were... Mildly interested, though Kelthur was the first to return his attention to the written instructions they had, going over it again to make sure there weren't any flaws or possible missteps.

Fair enough. The plan was simple on paper. Two would stay outside on the outskirts of the temple and village to ensure there were lookouts, three went in to infiltrate the temple and steal the relic. Ludovic and Vedan were there to ensure the soldiers would turn blind eyes if ordered, and Ferael and Kelthur were there to stay out of sight for the most part and sneak the relic back to the carriage in the nearby brush. Caramele was there as a last resort. A distraction. Or at least damage control if anything did go wrong.

A sacrifice. Hooray.

It had been... About half an hour now. He and Vedan patrolled the square around the temple keeping an eye on the merriments. It surprised Caramele no one looked twice at the pair. Considering the fact the factions began interacting more since the Hypogeans returned, it made a bit of sense seeing the Wilders, Maulers, and Lightbearers all interacting with a rouge Graveborn spotted here and there with their own groups. So he relaxed a little bit, deciding to wander a little and enjoy the scenery, pretending he wasn't on a mission.

Until Vedan began complaining-

"Ugh. This is absolutely abysmal." He muttered loud enough that Caramele heard.

The ringmaster turned and gave Vedan a confused look, raising an eyebrow as he asked, "Excuse me?"

Vedan fixed the small band in the main area of the square with a glare, frowning as they played a quick paced song that the villagers danced to.

"Look at them. No decorum or elegance."

Caramele felt his annoyance flare, and he rolled his eyes on instinct as he began rubbing at his nose. Fair enough, the class shock between nobles and commoners had taken Caramele by surprise too. The first time he had to attend one of Cecia's parties, he had thought he was going to lose it from how slow everything was. People were too restrained. Too judgmental on how everything and everyone looked and sounded and behaved-

It had sent Caramele's nerves spiking, and he had to retreat to the balconies more than once to escape the suffocating atmosphere.

But this was a festival. The point was to have fun, to engage with others despite differences and loose inhibitions. His own town had more than a few with the neighboring villages, and he remembered the sense of freedom and adrenaline it would give him during the dances...

...

That gave him an idea.

Vedan glanced over seeing how quiet Caramele got, and immediately grew suspicious seeing the mischievous look on the shorter Graveborn's face.

The Count shifted slightly, asking as he narrowed his eyes, "... What are you plotting? You are far too quiet."

"Am I? Sorry." Caramele replied in a tone that was not sorry sounding at all. He grinned, glancing at the square as he recalled, "I was just remembering what it was like in my town, the festivals. The lights, the dancing... There was one girl that I danced with every year. Her name was Remy."

He could see Vedan tensing up out of the corner of his eye, the vampire growing quite still as he began pouting with narrowed eyes at him.

"... Remy."

"Yeah," Caramele nodded as the song ended and shifted to another, some of the dancers dispersing with friends while others took their places, and a few partners remaining for another dance, "She was a sweet girl. I wonder how she's doing-"

"I imagine it's not very easy." Vedan hissed, interrupting Caramele as he stalked to his side, closing the distance with a scowl, "How do you do it? It doesn't look like there's any sense or rhythm to it."

Caramele huffed as he turned his attention to the vampire, asking, "I assure you, there is. It's not waltzing, but it's still fun."

"Fun..." Vedan sneered. Then he glanced down at Caramele, looking conflicted for a moment before he glared at the square again, where sure enough, he was watching the groups dance and laugh as the music swelled once more.

The ringmaster smirked, looking more pleased by the second as his tail twitched. He knew when Vedan was intrigued by something. And the count was notorious for being curious about things he technically shouldn't be curious about...

The music suddenly slowed, and Caramele looked over to see new musicians joining the original band. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw the more classical instruments, horns and actual violins, flutes. One even had a harp...

With the lutes, drums and tambourines, and simple fiddles, it would have been an interesting mix. A mix of ballroom decorum with the festival ditties. Now this was interesting, watching them get together and begin testing the instruments in a new song.

It started slow, and the villagers shifted with the mood, all of them beginning slow dancing, a more relaxed waltz that would definitely not hold up in a more refined setting.

Vedan looked more appreciative of it, and Caramele took the moment to step closer with a hum and a knowing smile. The count glared down at him without any real heat, asking, "What?"

Caramele gestured towards the square, asking like it was obvious, "Would you like a dance?"

For a moment, Vedan glanced around. They weren't really in the square, but they were close enough it would count.

He huffed for a moment, but relented with a growl, "Fine. But only one. And we don't say a word to anyone."

"Deal." Caramele agreed with a grin, taking Vedan's hand before he could protest and pulling him to the outskirts of the square.

Of course Vedan took the lead first, guiding Caramele's hands to the proper placements before beginning the dance. It was a slow pace, but it worked with the rhythm. And Caramele managed to keep his footing, so that was a godsend he remembered the dance steps...

Then he heard the music swell again, a shift in the music picking up the pace as one of the more refined violins surpisingly took the lead. Vedan looked over surprised, and the square's mood shifted with it.

The townsfolk around them that weren't dancing began clapping along, setting a new rhythm as the dancing sped up, and Caramele felt that familiar pull in his chest as he watched.

Excitement, freedom-

The lead shifted, and Vedan found himself shifting from a waltz to Caramele's quicker pace. An impromptu waltz that wasn't too different from before, but with bigger steps and quicker spins matching the others'.

They locked eyes, and now it was Vedan keeping up as Caramele grinned and laughed, covering more ground as they danced.

It was a feeling like no other, with the instruments flowing flawlessly into each other to create a quickening bridge that left Vedan reeling with surprising energy.

The sounds he was familiar with mixing with the ones Caramele had no doubt grown up with-

Was this how it always felt? This sort of dancing?

He didn't know, but he was surprised to find a smile of his own spreading over his face as he kept up.

But then it all stopped, the final crescendo bursting to an end as he and Caramele stopped on the final beat.

Cheering erupted from the square as others stopped as well, the delight tangible in the air as townfolk clapped and whooped.

Vedan and Caramele were still locked in a standstill, staring at each other still clinging to each other. That was different from a waltz. And not like the usual square dancing the ringmaster was used to.

But it was still...

Right somehow.

Vedan was the first to clear his throat and look away, and Caramele quickly took the hint and let go, stepping away as he rubbed the back of his neck. They didn't say anything for a moment, both staring elsewhere where as they calmed from the sudden rush of energy they both experienced.

Finally, the count muttered with a hint of reluctance, "... Alright. That wasn't... Horrible."

That made Caramele chuckle, looking quite pleased as he finally looked up at Vedan, "I'm glad. I haven't danced like that since..."

Raising an eyebrow, Vedan asked with a faint sneer, "Remy?"

"Since I died..." Caramele corrected, still smiling as he looked back over the crowd. Then he sighed, closing his eyes and looking at peace as he softly said, "Thank you. I needed that."

It was the most at peace Vedan had seen him in a long while. And the count's expression softened as he reached over and gently took his hand, responding quietly, "You're welcome, I suppose."

The moment was interrupted when a commotion began erupting from the temple, only audible to the Graveborn considering they were closer.

They both whirled towards the building, noticing Kelthur and Ferael sneaking out of the window with something in hand and Ludovic in tow, shouting growing louder from inside as soldiers no doubt began scouring the area.

"Oh no..." Caramele groaned.

Vedan's lip curled as he began pulling Caramele along towards the direction of the carriages, "That's our cue to go before things get bad."

Indeed it was.

At least the night wasn't a total waste. As they all regrouped and retreated, Caramele summed the night up to a surprisingly pleasant success.

The mission was a success, and he got to feel the rush dancing with a partner again. He almost felt alive again.

... And by the smile that would be present on Vedan's face from time to time as they traveled told him that he felt it too.

[xenajen]

Qiao Ling and thoughts with flower symbolism, spoilers for both seasons

(take a shot every time I say parallel and symbolism)

with so many visuals of Qiao Ling shown with red eyes, it really makes me think that she'll be taken advantage of in s2. Whether it’s being possessed again, or a death plot device, I hate to say it, but she is the boys' strongest and weakest link 

-she knows them extremely well (that Red Eyes took advantage of as we already saw in s2ep1 with the lie) 

-she knows the ins and outs of the case, being around capt. xiao from the start 

-she could very well best Cheng Xiaoshi in a fight or at least evenly match. When they were first taught, she seemed to have a better grasp than CXS (in the special eps!) 

-proximity, she's always close to them 

-the visuals in the op are too much for me to NOT raise an eyebrow. the last frame looks as if she turns her back on cxs falling.  In a sense for betrayal, it seems unlikely that there's a second layer to Qiao Ling at this point-- we know she’s trustworthy, but I think the plot has more to come for her. She’s playing more of a role this season and I always get suspicious when characters are suddenly given more spotlight. the visuals in question:

This also brings meee to another point! The moment I saw her flower was the Hyacinth I was like "oh, okay," but then the s1 finale hit and I was like "Oh... ohhh. Ohhhhh.... oh no..."

If you're not familiar with the legend of Hyacinth from Greek mythology.. the parallels will start paralelling. TLDR;

-apollo fell in love with a mortal, hyacinth, who dies tragically. there are two endings to the story:

-one where apollo kills hyacinth on accident, when they were passing a discus to eachother. hyacinth thinks he can catch it, but fails to estimate apollo's strength, and dies of a head injury

-and another where zephyrus, god of the west wind, is jealous of apollo because he fancied hyacinth, so he pushes the discus with the wind into hyacinth, killing him.

-apollo tries everything, anything he can do to bring hyacinth back to life. in the end, apollo turns hyacinth’s soul into flowers (or, hyacinths), refusing to give him to death. 

-BOTH of these endings reminded me all too much of our current situation and what we know right now.

-the former: not saying lg/cxs represent one or the other of apollo/hyacinth specifically, but how their situation now is made from a series of missteps and overzealousness even, by cxs and possibly lg’s past actions if the timetravelling!lg theory is true; a series of accidents that lead to tragedy when hyacinth oversteps

-the latter; where the two are with eachother, but someone has to come and fuck it up. see: the li siblings; the red eyes is fascinated w/ cxs. i think it's important that Zephyrus kills hyacinth because he couldn't have him. Almost like red eyes going crazy for cxs, obsessed w his power and shit

-ugh here’s the kicker though, hyacinths also symbolize rebirth. Apollo refused to give Hyacinth’s soul to Hades, just like how LG has (possibly) refused to give up and see CXS die in an alternate timeline, deciding to restart(?). 

Back to my part one including Qiao Ling: overall, hyacinths possess a wide array of meanings, and can be color dependent, ranging from “forgive me, i’m sorry”, to jealousy, to sincerity, joy, and rebirth

The question is; why is this QL’s flower? Maybe it’s symbolism of the situation as a whole, maybe an indicator of something more underneath. 

Specifically, red hyacinths represent play, or a more playful kind of love. On a surface level for her character, it can represent her joyful demeanor and dedication, especially to her 2 closest friends. At the same time, mixed with the other meanings of the hyacinth, this can even parallel to the person who possessed her- enamored with CXS to no end, twistedly playful and possessive. 

Perhaps it’s symbolism for forgiveness- for what has already happened, or maybe even for what is to come, if she falls into possession again. We have yet to see Qiao Ling’s inner thoughts on the matter, and how she feels about being used to nearly kill LG.

still yet, stay tuned link clickers! anyway's here's cxs doing the fortnite dance to lift your spirits.

end notes

-Apologies if this was dreadfully obvious or smth but I just wanted to put this out there

-how many of you were familiar with the story of hyacinth and apollo?

[cheiyunn]

Kimisute main story [０部 ] Part 2

Side: GYROAXIA

Nayuta: I’m GYROAXIA’s Asahi Nayuta.

Audience: Ah—!

Nayuta: 「All My Parts」

Audience: AH—!

[Backstage]

.

Kenta: Good work everyone

Reon: Today’s live went pretty good right!

Nayuta: Hah? Where.

Nayuta: You got too excited and went off beat didn’t you.

Reon: erk… but the crowd got just as heated didn't they..

Nayuta: I don’t need those stupid excuses

Kenta: Reon, its good that it went well but you also do need to accept where imperfection showed

Kenta: Well, I’m sure that you understand that regardless of if I tell you or not

Reon: …yeah

Ryo: Hah– …Today as well, we showed a lot of earthlings the sound of our music…

Miyuki: Well today as well you were full of energy after all, Ryo-chin

Miyuki: Even you felt that we were in good form today right, Nayuta?

Nayuta: …tch. Shut it

Nayuta: I don’t need anything other than things that are well-honed. Don’t try to pull anything sloppy.

Nayuta: Sakaigawa. There’s a phrase in the 2nd half that came off sloppy. Start learning that there's a difference between putting power in it and being a mess.

Nayuta: Akebono. The 2nd song’s A melody has too many tempo changes. I told you to make it more flat.

Nayuta: Satozuka. As always your solo is weak.

Nayuta: And Misono. Don’t go frolicking up and down during the MC portions. You mistimed the song entrance.

Reon: Ugh–! Okay I get it–! Fine I’ll be more careful okay–!

Miyuki: My bad. I’m well aware so I’ll be careful to not misstep again

Ryo: With this it now feels like the live is really over, right~

Kenta: Nayuta, were there any other areas you noticed or?

Nayuta: ……….no

Reon: Yo how about after this we go for some food Miyuki-san?

Miyuki: A celebration? Sounds good

Nayuta: What a waste of time… I’ll be heading out first

.

[Door opens]

Mashu: Don’t try to just get up and leave. Asahi.

Nayuta: Ah? What

Mashu: It's about work. If you don’t have the will to listen then we won’t accept

Nayuta: I didn’t say shit about not listening. Spill it

Mashu: There’s new work in regards to partnering up. I was thinking of handing this one over to you guys

Reon: Only if its a job that suits of perfectly 

Miyuki: In that area shouldn’t we trust Mashu-san

Mashu: Once I complete the scheduling for production on the new song, I intend to sit you all down to explain the details to you again

Ryo: A new song… Mr.president, thank you. With that, we can deliver more of our sound to the earthlings

Kenta: Good for you Ryo

Miyuki: A partnership for our new song huh. We gotta put our best efforts in then right

Kenta: Mashu-san, thank you. We will put this in consideration positively.

Nayuta: Don’t go dragging the talks along.

Reon: Well you don’t want it Nayuta?

Nayuta: I don’t do anything I don’t approve of.

Kenta: So this song just needs to be polished to the level that satisfies your approval then?

Kenta: In my opinion, this isn’t just something you can reject without hearing the details first

Nayuta: …tch

Miyuki: Mashu-san brought it up because its a partnership that's worthy of us

Miyuki: Isn’t that right?

Mashu: Hopefully you succeed in this without much difficulty. Otherwise, there is no point in even letting you debut

Kenta: We understand. We look forward to your support

Mashu: I’ll be attending to another band, so after this feel free to do whatever

Ryo: I’m excited for the new song~ Don’t you think so too, Reon?

Reon: Yeah. I’m excited that we can tackle a new challenge

Miyuki: Hm? Something’s got ‘Music Industry News’ all riled up… 「The vocalist of the legendary band SYANA, Iryuu Koga has returned!」...!?

Nayuta: …!?

Nayuta: …tch!

--[Nayuta leaves]--

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Reon: Miyuki-san…

Miyuki: My bad… I didn’t mean to read it out like that…

[afreakingdork]

Oops, the qpr ask here. Clarifications at the ready.

Outside perspective, seeing it through the lens of the person that can feel romantic feeling. And getting to see how they work around it.

I've never considered half the things that reader has because I've never had to worry about it. However it does make me realize I might wanna talk to my partner about somethings to make sure they are also still ok with everything.

Nothing bad there, just an interesting perspective I haven't considered much.

Now for how it flew over Mikey's head.

When I did my research on asexual and aromantic when I found out about them, queer platonic relationships kinda popped up too. And I immediately tried to read everything I could about them.

Because I knew I had something with my best friend but we both agreed dating wasn't it. Sure, we have great chemistry. However, when we did try dating it felt wrong. So finding a label and what worked for us was really nice.

But I also made sure to take the time to do everything I could do we had boundaries even if we were exploring. Like with the; they can date anyone they want to. Or the; what are we comfortable with doing, what are we comfortable not doing. I made like an entire list and we had the conversation.

Mikey on the other hand did do his research, and asked if reader was ok with trying to explore. But he completely forgot to have a boundaries conversation. Or at least to completely consider this agreement from the other perspective.

Again, he did confirm many times that they would be ok with the arrangement. However that doesn't mean he thought through it all. He was just really excited, and valid. I was too, I almost didn't have that conversation either.

But I'm really glad I did, because it did strengthen our bond and help stabilize whatever the fuck we actually have. So, excited for Mikey to have that talk!

Hey! Thank you so much for coming back to explain!

The other perspective bit makes so much sense! Ugh, this is what I LOVE about writing. A simple assembly of words can be taken so many ways you can't even imagine. The product becomes skewed with each hand it enters and that is the essence of art! I'm truly moved hearing your perspective and I hope your talk with your partner goes well!

As for over Mikey's head, you couldn't be more right. The boundaries issue is something ongoing with Mikey even outside the bounds of their current arrangement. It's something I see occur in canon and illustrates just how stubborn Mikey can be since he often pursues things with single minded goals and doesn't care for input from others no mater how valid. Even if it's not malicious, a small misstep can lead to larger issue! Great job avoiding that pitfall! It sounds like you've got something real healthy on your hands; you cherish that, anon! You deserve it!

As for Mikey and reader talking... Your excitement won't have to wait long at all 👀

Thank you again!

[bwobgames]

Previous First

"Go first, I'll be right behind you"

"Ah, yes, heights. My newly proclaimed enemy.

This. This thing is sturdy, right? It won't drop me or anything?

Is. Is the floor moving? No, that's just my imagination

I feel like jelly right now"

"Oliver?"

"Ah, yes! Right away!"

He slowly gets in the makeshift rope and climbs down

Luckily, he still has the muscle memory to do it

But his nerves catch him at the last second, causing him to land awkwardly and twist his ankle.

"MOTHERFUCKER"

"Mr. Detective are you okay?!"

Everyone is down there and sees him fall. Embarrasing

"Oliver?! Are you hurt?? Did you break it?? Is it infected?? Apply cold and heat and then cold, and should we get something to straight it up?? Can you move it? Wait, no, dont move it. dont touch it, I-"

"I'm okay !!"

"Really! This is just a rare misstep, I swear im a better detective than this, I even got into a competition once!"

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"Less than being stabbed, that's for sure"

"Don't say that!!"

"You say that because you didn't get stabbed, what a loser"

"You can't sit with us now"

"This is not the time for mean teens!"

"Really, I'm okay, I just twisted it, i think"

"Oh! You're in luck, Mr. Beebo! Seems like some vehicles are approaching"

"Oh! The bomb squad!"

"Do they have paramedics? And maybe firefighters?"

"I just hope they dont have bombs"

"YOU TWO"

"What's the story? What's the drama? What do we agree to put in the article that I'm definitely writing tonight. Also, hand over my book"

"Wha-? You're writing an article about this?!"

"Well, of course! it's a great way to make the rest of the world realize what an absolute bastard this man was!"

"Also, to keep you three out of jail for killing a man"

"Oh... right...."

"Don't worry! We can all just come up with something! There's evidence of him arranging the place so we have that, and of course, the whole toolshed.

I took several pictures of all"

"You can say he put bombs and tried to kill several of us"

"C'mon, give it a bit more spice"

"We had a hard fought battle, and when he thought he had us in the ropes, he fell down the window because he forgot it was the second floor"

"Yeah! I'll add some interesting dialogue"

"Isn't that... illegal?"

"Not as illegal as repeated murder! You could even say it was some cosmic timeline torture"

"... alright, murder attempt. For all of us"

"Let's make a group chat to coincide our alibis"

"That's- I won't question your methods.

Where is... you know... the body?"

"Oh, it's just there, in the snow. I think the family is planning on giving him a burial, but not a pretty one"

"They don't blame you or anything, so you are safe in that area"

"Right. A burial. The body. That's their choice now. This must be difficult for them. Fuck, it's difficult for me.

I might have to change my therapist. This might be too much for her

Ah, this is definitely one of the most painful cases I've had to go through.

But at least I got more than a hospitalization for severe dehydration and 20 dollars this time"

"Wait, I'm not even getting paid. Man."

"Alright, let's go meet the bomb people now"

"Can you stand?"

"It will hurt a little, but I'll be fine, um, can you give me a hand?"

"Oh, of course"

"Let's go"

"...Um"

"Well. Well then. Wow, it sure is warm in here for being in the snow"

"Does it hurt like this? It's still a bit cold, so get closer to me, okay?"

"This man will be the death of me"

"Goodbye"

"Wha- Why are you hiding?"

"The Beebo factory has closed. Please come by tomorrow"

"This is it. This is how I die for real. Heart beat too fast, too many feelings, too much direct contact with man muscles"

"Oh no! My favorite factory!"

"Nooo, when will it open again!"

"Hey! No nuzzling in the factory!"

"Too late! I require my supply of 30 to 40 kisses!"

"You have to pay for those buddy!"

"Nope! I'm a thief! I will steal them right now!"

"Haha, wait, wait! We are going to fall!"

"Ugh"

"I can feel you slowly becoming homophobic"

"Just for these two. They are too grossly in love"

"You are aware that mom will invite them for holidays, right?"

"I will ban the mistletoe. And matching sweaters. And Christmas songs"

"I don't think we will be able to escape it, honestly"

"This is worse than being stabbed"

"Eh, they're funny. I found the detective guy's instagram. Im gonna steal a picture of his cat and say its mine"

"Nice. Tell me if you find Ángel's account to report it"

"Excuse me, are you the owner of this building?"

"Ah, not quite, but I am a representative of the organization that owns it"

"That's all right, could you tell me about the suspected bomb?"

"Well, it's not really suspected..."

The bomb from the second floor explodes

"... It's very much confirmed.

I think it would be better to stay away from the house"

"... we'll do a few calls"

"Ah! Also, do you have anything for first aid? And warm clothes?"

"Ah, of course, follow me"

Ángel and Beebo sit in the first aid vehicle, blanket over them, and warm drinks in hand

[invisiblegarters]

23.5 Episode 5

Kids suck. Aylin is awesome. And the fact that she's slowly getting a group of sincerely lovely people around her who like her just as she is makes me very happy.

I totally think that Sun should ask "Earth" for a photo. Not just because I want to watch Onsga lose her damn mind about it.

I do wonder if they really will force this Earth thing out in the open this early. I can't decide if I'd like them to or not. On the one hand I'm still finding the shenanigans funny. But on the other I don't want it to be dragged on too long and I'd like the to have more than a couple of scenes with the two of them on the same page.

Tin out here speaking sense.

Ooh a little politics with my fluff. Just a teeny tiny bit. As a treat. But beyond that, Aylin cutting through bullshit is part of why I love her.

Ugh these people are so RUDE. What did Aylin ever do to any of them?

PREACH Luna. I love how protective she is. Honestly though Aylin is just lucky Alpha wasn't there.

And okay, Aylin clearly does care that the others are mean to her. She is who she is regardless and she's smart enough not to try to be anything else, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

"Can aliens fall in love like humans do?"

YES. I think Luna's counting on it, lol.

I do not think that she's gonna tell Sun what's up. Calling it now.

LOL of course they get interrupted. But Ongsa, for real. Look at that little earnest face. You're gonna have to tell her eventually.

Although I guess she doesn't have to. She could always just let Earth ghost Sun.

Okay the awkward faces from everyone who knows when Sun says she's gonna give Earth one more chance were funny.

Called it. But also her logic is stupid. Either way Sun's birthday is ruined. Either she finds out that Earth isn't real or she thinks that he stood her up. Just freaking do the thing Ongsa.

The park she's at really is pretty.

You know, maybe I'm so exasperated because I would just bite the bullet.

Well now that Ongsa skipped her chance to tell Sun what was up, she's inevitably going to give the game away in some other fashion. Because it's not like Ongsa was anything but herself as Earth.

...ONGSA NO. I was JUST defending you. Sort of.

Ugh no. I super get she thinks she's helping but ugh all the same.

I do kind of like the Batman/Bruce Wayne thing Ongsa's got going on, though. That's always a good time.

Oh good though looks like next week might do it. I mean, I don't trust this show not to screw us again, but I will happily take an episode 6 reveal.

It would be a misstep to drag it out too long.

Also there better be sleepover shenanigans with Aylin and Luna next ep. I demand it.

[isolaradiale]

Alarms begin to settle, something eerily serene ebbing over the lab as each flickering screen fades into a welcoming, white glow.

"It seems Ofiuco managed to hold up her end of the job. Now for the final touches..." the woman muses, a few tap of the keys before one last press of the enter button, implementing the last strings of data to complete the solution. A few, pleasing chimes sound out at its finish, only the face of a happily dancing emoticon flashing to show their work was done and, at long last, NULL removed from the system alongside their countermeasures.

In turn, the city begins to feel its effects, washing over with what looks to the trained eye as a singular wave of pixels, cleansing it in a gentle reset that settles into the minds of those brought here. Memories assimilate, falling into place in their minds, before they return as if they it were that final piece they hadn't been able to place...

Leaning back, a cheek rests against her knuckles, glasses reflecting the results, much to her appeasement. "I suppose we should get the rest of this over with, then... I don't think we can really ghost them after all this," she mutters, having seemed to contemplate doing just that, until accepting that this was likely for the best. Reaching forward, another click of a key is pressed, relaying the signals down to those who have begun to regain all they had lost, now coming to face with those thoughts and feelings of their decision and, importantly, the weight of all that had happened.

Each screen blinks awake across the city, similar to their prior contact, allowing a voice to flow through each area flawlessly so that all can hear.

"Hello once more, citizens of Spirale. Oh, and don't fret this time, there isn't anymore bad news with this. Well, I suppose that would be based on what you define as such. But in the case of the ongoing situation? There's no more threat thanks to the help of our wonderful Ofiuco alongside our efforts," Pleiades begins, taking a beat to allow it all to sink in, that the current concerns are all but gone. "As you may have noticed, your memories have all been restored flawlessly. We have also implemented precautions so that your memories cannot be tampered like this again by the likes of NULL, or any other third party for that matter, so you can all rest more at ease. It's the least we could do with this oversight."

And without a misstep of words, the message carries on. "Many of your efforts helped expedite this, too. Of course, that can't be said for all of you, understandable as it is. For some, it may also be difficult to accept our decision to restore some of them... but in that case, I believe I said it best when I said to at least hate us for something we've done, no?"

A sigh is heard, the audio lines jolting across the screen, before she carries on.

"And before you ask why, a colleague said it best: 'even painful memories can cause us to grow. We wouldn't be here without ours.' That is to say... we truly wish to see you all overcome your trials, whether delivered by us, NULL, or your own hand," she finishes, her tone in earnest, as if trying to convey something to the citizens closer than some unseen, observant being.

"... Of course, you can believe what you want. It doesn't bother me."

"Pleaides, can you please一"

"Ugh. Fine."

Wheels of an office chair clatter against the ground over the speakers, accompanied with the sound of a small huff as arms cross.

"Just remember this one thing. The Galaxy will always be here to watch over you..."

Whether they find comfort or disdain in such a thought as the feed blips into a dark silence, well... surely, that would be for them to decide.

and with that, the isola event FRAGMEMORIA has come to a conclusion! we appreciate everyone's enthusiasm and all that they got around to doing with it in both parts. and as a further note, just in case others didn't see the faq ask, you DO NOT need to have both parts of the event to be considered participation for rank-ups! thank you once more for all your participation and we hope you all had a wonderful time!