#give you my little sisters number and y’all can chat about how Right and Correct you are and how Dumb and Wrong i am

[pancakehouse]

heyy mads so actually i need more of your thoughts on amy/laurie and why you don’t understand people defending them…. i remember being kind of baffled by them when i read the book as a young teen so please <3 be a hater <3

hiii laura oh my god i will (gladly) be a hater it comes sooo naturally to me and we all rlly gotta be biting our tongues on here daily, don't we :-/

(pls ... if you are a passionate amy/laurie fan .. just close your eyes and keep scrolling babes i love you sooo much this post cannot hurt you i promise !!!)

OKAY. so i feel like the whole amy/laurie vs jo/laurie debate has been widely discussed (both on The Internet and in my household lol) but for me it's less that i think he should've ended up w jo and more that i think acting like a/l truly love each other and totally definitely make sense is so stupid. it's soooo stupid laura i am rolling my eyes!! can you see me!!!

and the reason i think this! is because, essentially, Alcott uses the four sisters to like ... represent the few limited life paths that were avail to non-wealthy american women in the 19th century, right?

like meg marries the man who is able (if only just) to provide her a stable home. beth pursues her music (piano? if im remembering right) and is content to live her life at home, with her family. amy wants to (and eventually does) marry a wealthy, cultured man of ~Society who can give her a life above the one she was born into.

jo is the wildcard, ofc. the one who goes off-script for the normal young woman, and ofc who alcott views as a reflection of herself. we know that alcott wanted jo to remain unmarried and was strong-armed by publishers to put her w someone, but if she knew she'd have to, then my only explanation for it to not be laurie was to spite the predictable narrative and spite the readers lol.

the guy jo does end up w is so random and just .. makes no sense. if you're making sense of it, you are having to reach so far up your ass to do so! sorry to be crass!!! (rlly leaning into my hater-moment oops)

anyway - the way this connects to amy and laurie is this:

i do not believe (and i'm sure we are not meant to believe) that meg married for love. beth (</3) did not marry ofc. and it's impossible to believe jo married for love if the author intended her to be unmarried. that storyline doesn't exist to me now.

and amy is the sister that is represented as a bit vain; a bit entitled and spoiled in the way youngest children are allowed to be. from the start, it's clear she plans to marry for wealth. even if we're taking from gerwig's adaptation instead of solely the book, then amy still isn't really represented as particularly romantic (the whole 'i'm not a poet' scene) (also tbf it's been awhile since i read the book, but imo she romanticizes her life, yes, but not love itself).

LAURIE is the romantic, the most so, out of all the characters. i genuinely feel like this is the ONLY reason ppl latch onto amy/laurie and try so hard to rationalize it .. bc they can't bear to think of laurie in a marriage that was w his next-best-option rather than True Love (sorry.. by no means a dig at amy...but cmon guys ..)

because i also feel like the only thing laurie really wanted even more than to spend his life w jo, is to be apart of the march family. it was always clear he wanted that, just as it was always clear he loved jo from day 1! and so the only conclusion i was ever able to come from all this is that he loved jo for being jo and he loved amy for being a march sister.

ah god sorry this is SO anysmally long i am SO SO sorry laura dear!! so grateful to you for this opportunity to hate on them (read: cringe & take the romance out of) them as a couple!!! but there is simply no scenario where i can imagine knowing a boy has loved my sister his entire life and then MARRY him after ?? bc she rejected him ??!!! esp knowing amy and jo's history of shared drama. esp bc the entire story is one of sisterhood!

like bro that girl (amy) has mentally been your sister-in-law for a decade ... and now we're saying we LOVE her? puke vom i hate it it makes me cringe and twitchy and yuck. its so weird ppl !!!! so weird.

[liesoverthec]

OG 911 Character Details from Canon Pt 2

Hi y’all I’m back! I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reblogged the last details post - I sort of just thought people would like it and it would die, so to see it travel and hopefully reach more writers was so great so thank you again!

Details under the cut since I went a little crazy 😅 and if this is your first time seeing this, the first part, and any future parts, can be found under this tag here!

Quick note before I get to the details - always, ALWAYS take details from dialogue or plot over details from the set or props if they contradict each other. The writers have the ultimate say over what happens on the show/for the characters, so whatever they say goes, even if it goes against something props has already laid down (eg, Chim’s birthday, sorry Libra crew. He’s an Aries or a Pisces). So keep that in mind for the future in case some of these details I have which are from props/set are changed in the future, or if you’ve noticed something yourself!

Also if you have questions, I am MORE than happy to answer them, although if you leave them in the tags on this post I’m probably gonna lose them, so if it’s something you’d genuinely like an answer to, drop it in my inbox! Besides my standard “ask” tags, I’m also tagging asks about canon details with this tag here. Every time I make a big post like this, I’m going to link all the asks I’ve gotten since the last post, but if you’re looking for more info in the mean time, that’s the other spot to look!

Buck has a grill on his patio.

Eddie doesn’t hang Christopher’s art on the fridge - instead it is either hung on the corkboard in Chris’ room to the left of the door, or Eddie puts it in an actual frame and hangs it using a hammer/nails in Christopher’s room. All the Diaz family has on their fridge is a bunch of bendy people magnets. (I absolutely ADORE him putting all this effort into treating Christopher’s art like it’s something you’d buy from a professional artist).

Info on everyone’s ages can be found here. (Little more discussion of Chim’s situation here).

Albert has a bachelor’s degree! I don’t know in what though, except that it’s some field for which is a Master’s is useful.

Athena was in a sorority in college, Delta Sigma Theta. Their website describes them as “ ...a sisterhood comprised primarily of Black, college-educated women ... [that] considers the issues impacting the Black community and boldly confronts the challenges of African Americans and, hence, all Americans ”, which I love for Athena, and feel is very in-character for her at that time in her life!

Chim is an aviators dude. When he wears sunglasses, they’re always aviators.

Athena also wears nothing but aviators.

Bobby wears square aviators.

Eddie, on the other hand, always wears Wayfarers.

Buck either doesn’t really like sunglasses or he constantly forgets he owns them, since we’ve only seen him wear them once in 60 eps, in a move I’m pretty sure was ONLY for dramatic effect.

Hen’s sunglasses change style over the seasons like her regular glasses do, but she tends to like browline sunglasses.

Info on Christopher’s school can be found here!

There are two colors of dispatch polo, and there doesn’t seem to be any rhythm or reason for who wears what. Maroon - Maddie and Linda. Blue - Josh and May. Jamal has actually worn both maroon and blue, so it doesn’t seem to be TOTALLY set in stone although I’ve never seen anyone else switch. Sue is too badass to wear a dispatch shirt.

Both Bobby and Eddie drive 4 door pickups. Bobby’s is navy. Eddie specifically has a black, 2020 GMC Denali 1500 pickup truck (in case you want to specifically look up what the inside of it looks like or what features it has 😂)

Info on the 118’s medical certifications can be found here.

Correction to Eddie’s living situation from last post: no next door neighbors, but instead UPSTAIRS neighbors. (Pointed out by Abigail in this ask). Also since someone else was wondering the notes of the last post - no, there is absolutely no discussion on the show of whether or not Eddie rents the apartment or owns it. But based on the fact that it’s 1) LA and 2) an apartment, my guess would be he rents it.

When Maddie isn’t feeling like herself, she tends to straighten her hair rather than curl it. It seems to be more when she’s uncertain about her place in her own and other people’s lives, rather than just when she’s simply worried - eg it’s straight in 2B, when she’s uncertain if she wants to continue working as a dispatcher/is unsure about her relationship with Chim.

For work, Chim, Eddie and Buck all use black duffel bags with a LAFD patch on the top. Hen uses several different cute bags, and Bobby seems to have a plain black duffel bag.

Watches - Bobby, Athena, Chim, Hen and Buck all wear their watch on their left wrist (but Athena ONLY wears hers for work, she takes it off at home.) Eddie wears his on his right wrist, and Maddie doesn’t wear one.

Chim (and Maddie by default) literally still have the exact same couch as in the pilot. (Which means that Chim has cuddled Tatiana on that couch, AND Albert has had sex on it. TIME TO GET A NEW ONE, BUCKLEY-HANS 😂)

The 118 has five different rigs - the engine (E118), the ladder truck (T118), two ambulances and the captain’s truck. 95% of the time, when the team is chilling in the cab of a rig and chatting (eg the ‘stuck under a live telephone pole’ scene in Jinx), they’re in the engine, not the truck. (Which I personally learned recently are NOT interchangeable terms!)

Athena and Michael got married when Athena was 37.

If you’d like to give Maddie a full name beyond “Maddie”, you should use Madeline. (I know, I know, in 4x04 she says Maddie is the name on her birth certificate, and that you should never use props details if they contradict script details, but I always thought that was a super weird exchange in 4x04 which could be explained by Maddie getting a nickname since she was born when Margaret and Phillip, you know, actually loved their kids and showed it, so of course Buck doesn’t get one, and in 4x04, Maddie was trying to avoid the entire issue of why she got one and Buck didn’t. But! Do what you want, and use Madeline as the full version of Maddie if you’d like, since that’s what’s on the BOLO in 2x13 😂)

Athena’s call sign is 727 L30, but she doesn’t have a specific squad car - the number changes throughout the series.

Chim really likes chewing gum, but he’s the only one out of the entire family!

The station has an Xbox One S, and it’s white.

In the real LAFD, there are stations 1 through 114. To avoid confusion while filming on the streets (I’m assuming), our fictional LAFD never uses the number of a real station. So if you want another station for a fic, and you want something that would be real in OUR universe, use the numbers 115 and above. They’ve gone as high as 221 in our universe.

Battalions - station 118 is in Battalion 7, which is also not a battalion in real Los Angeles. The 118 has interacted w/ Battalion 1, which is a real battalion, but other ‘non-real which makes them more likely for our universe’ battalions include numbers: 3, 8, 13, 16, 19 and above.

S1 Buck knew the term Jedi, but based on context, didn’t understand AT ALL the context provided by Star Wars, so there’s another edge of his pop culture limits for you.

Chim is the most tech-savvy out of everyone, hands down.

Athena has a VERY active Twitter account.

Abuela’s house number is 8902. I don’t have a street name for you unfortunately though. :/

Athena’s favorite flowers are white roses. None of the other women are really flower people.

Michael likes to wear purple.

When they’re at a call, Buck does pretty much all of the stuff with the hammer and the saw. Eddie does all the work needed with the drill.

Harry goes to Meadowbrook Elementary.

Buck lives on the fourth floor of his apartment building, across the hall from Apt. 416. The lovely @lovelessmotel found this listing for what is more or less the apartment. What happened was: the set crew rented this apartment for the one episode at the end of s2 when Buck moved in, and then over the summer before s3 built their own set of it, and changed some things - eg giving him an island, and moving the sink to a second counter against the far wall, you can see the changes here in this amazing gif set by the awesome Austen, but the listing should let you click around a little more upstairs and figure out dimensions better than what the show provides!

When Athena and Hen go out to eat together, it’s always fast food burgers and fries.

Waffles are Athena’s favorite food, and tiramisu is her favorite dessert.

Every takeout we’ve seen Buck eat has always been in a Chinese food takeout container, and we know he likes Thai food the best. EXCEPT! The one time we see him eat takeout with Eddie and Christopher, they have pizza. So take from that what you will......

Eddie has a cell phone and a landline.

Chim is a shameless multiple texter.

Chim and Bobby sleep closest to the door in their respective bedrooms (both right side of the bed if you are standing at the foot, facing the headboard), and Athena and Maddie sleep furthest away from the door (left side).

Some canon last names for other firefighters at the station in case you wanna add more people to a fic - Mitchell, Sanchez, Serrano (woman), Porter, Meyers (woman), Maxwell, Voyta

Hen and Karen really love decorating their house with dark/red wood.

Karen is Mommy and Hen is Mama.

Bobby has a brother, and a grandmother, and that’s literally ALL we know about his family outside of Marcy and the kids.

Evidence points to Eddie being the oldest child in his family.

Karen has multiple brothers (no sisters), but no idea how many - just that one of them is named Trey, and one of them lives in LA and has kids. They might be the same brother and they might not be.

Both Hen and Athena are only children.

Athena has been on the police force for 30 years.

Christopher and Denny are the same age (born in 2011), and Harry is two years older than them.

Michael lives in apartment 308.

The bank in this universe is CalAm.

Hen and Karen have a picture of Denny, May and Harry on their fireplace mantel.

Eddie having a black thumb + a lot of plants in his living room = him buying fake plants bc he likes the aesthetic ™ or someone (cough Carla cough) is taking care of them for him.

The COVID timeline in OG’s universe is fucked up compared to the real world’s, so it shouldn’t be used as a way to measure time! They just throw it in wherever it makes sense for the story they want to tell (eg the vaccines in s4 ep 8), since s3 was both done before COVID hit but also airing while it was happening. It makes absolutely no sense for May to graduate in March nor for Chris to be going to what is specifically labeled summer camp, and the vaccine plotline was INCREDIBLY early, even for real life, so don’t use anything from that as a measure of time. I’ve found except in specific examples, eg the two tsunami episodes, it’s very safe to say every episode covers a week - fall holidays on the show line up with their real life counterparts, indicating about the same amount of time is passing for us and them.

On that note - Jee-Yun was born in late January, early February 2021. (Conceived in Pinned, which was end of March/beginning of April, meaning Maddie was around a month along at May’s graduation in May ➡ 42 weeks + 3 days from then = late Jan/early Feb. Which unfortunately means we most likely won’t see her birthday celebrated on screen. If we assume she was conceived on the date Pinned aired, aka the very sexy hotel scene, then January 21st or 22nd would be Jee’s birthday, depending on if she was born after midnight or not.

Buck has had at least one other Jeep between the one Maddie gave him, and the one he has now, which means that when he needs a new car, he is purposefully choosing Jeeps.

I hope this was all as interesting/enjoyable to you as it was to me! And just to repeat - I love answering questions so pls let me know if you have any at all ❤

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Tagging: @buckbuckley

[northcarolinanative]

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗  / 𝙲𝚑 𝟷𝟺

Chapter 14: On Your Side 

A/N: Hi guys, it’s me, I know it’s been ages but I’m back, I have finally started to feel a little revived about this series so we’ll see how it goes. I feel low-key like a Riverdale writer because there are so many of my season 2 predictions that I want to put into this, but I don't really know how to. Anyway as always my requests/ask/messages are always open. I hope you enjoy:) 

Description: John B’s Sister comes home from staying with their mom, only to find out that her brother is missing and her dad was murdered. JJ may have just lost his best friend. Her and JJ have to figure out what to do and how to pick up the pieces.

Need to Catch Up? Previous Parts

I woke up to the sound of thunder cracking through the house. I turned to the other side of the bed to see JJ’s back. I saw the movement of his shoulders, rising and falling with his breathing. I got up making my way to the kitchen and fixing a glass of water. I leaned my back against the cool counter looking over the papers that sat there. The clock on the microwave read 4:45am I had a lot to figure out moving forward. I sat down, flicking on a dim lamp for some subtle light. My early bedtime making it impossible for me to go back to sleep. I reached over to the counter for my phone. The light was bright enough to make me squint before looking at the messages on the screen. 

The top message from my mother, asking how I had settled in with John B. I lied, of course, telling her that things were fine and that we were getting along great. I knew that she could say that she kept up with John B all these years, saying that she cared, but I knew the truth. This even further proves that evidence. She wasn’t meant to be a mother, she tried her best but being tied down and in the same place just wasn’t for her. I can’t help but think that if my father had won custody of me if she would have turned away from me too. 

I shook my head, trying not to fall down that rabbit hole in my brain. JJ was turning over in the bed. He rolled over, bunching the blanket up in his arms and holding it into his chest. I smiled to myself as I turned back to my phone. I have no idea what is going on between the two of us right now but I know that I am thankful for him. During my sleep, I missed a text from Kie. She told me to be at the Wreck around 7:30 to help open the breakfast shift. I texted her a quick I’ll be there before, beginning to pull out the papers and maps of John B’s possible whereabouts. 

I shuffled through the papers, trying to find as much information about the ship that I could with the info on the ship maps, as well as a binder that I pulled from my dad’s office. It detailed the kind of ships and had basics for each one. I was not sure how this could help, but I was doing something to move forward. The lack of internet at the Chateau was proving to be an issue as I needed more information. I thought about the few things that I need to look up and jotted them down in my notebook. I folded the maps and the lists into the book before pushing into a bag with my old laptop. The Wreck had the internet, so I was hopeful that Kie wouldn’t mind me using it after my shift. 

My research seemed to do the trick as it killed enough time for me to begin getting ready for my first shift at The Wreck. I quickly showered and got ready, wearing the light blue shirt that read “The Wreck” in obnoxiously large letters across the back. I was slipping on my shoes at the edge of the pull out when a voice started me. 

“Why are you ready?” It was JJ’s rough voice, obviously just waking up. “The sun is barely out.” 

I laughed at him before pointing to the logo on the back of my shirt. “Work calls my friend,” I said with a laugh, but JJ just rolled his eyes falling onto his back. “Feel free to stop by and entertain us?” I questioned. 

“Haha Y/N, I have to get at least 9 hours of beauty sleep, but we’ll see.” He said rolling on his side to face me. His face and tone shifted before his next sentence. “Be careful, okay? That place may be for the tourists, but the Kooks love to stir up trouble over there alright?” I just nodded and smiled slightly before turning to head for my car. 

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My shift at The Wreck was nothing special. All the same as the country club, serve with a smile, a pretty self-explanatory menu, but the only difference was the overwhelming amount of tourists. Not that I minded, as they had no idea who I was, which I liked.  I wasn’t worried about the work, more so the people. I knew JJ was overprotective of the rest of us and meant well, but his words were in the back of my head the whole shift. The last thing I need is a kook making trouble and Mr. Carrera letting me go. 

Kie had me rolling silverware and working in the bar area. She said it was a good intro place before being put out on the floor. It also meant that we could chat and catch up. I liked Kie a lot, she was the closest thing I had to a best friend, even when I was back home. I was still hurt by her words, and hesitant to tell her anything, but I still love her. We were chatting while she went about her side task when I decided to ask about staying around. “Hey, is the Wifi back up here?” I asked, but kept my eyes trained on the task in front of me. 

“I think so?” She answered. 

“Do you think I could use it after my shift? I mean I brought my own computer and I’ll stay outta the way?” I bargained. I just got the job and didn’t want her father to think I was taking advantage of his offer, even if I was. 

“Sure!” She smiled. “We can sit outside at one of those tables when we get off. Pope is coming by and I’m sure JJ will be here before you leave.” I didn’t miss her wink at me after her last statement, the blush more than obvious on my face. Kie was super observant, of course, she noticed something going on between the two of us. 

“Okay yeah,” I said, sighing as she left to carry out an order. While I wanted to spend time with her and Pope, I don’t want to tell them what we’re doing. She’s made her feelings about John B’s accident completely known, and I didn’t want to give them false hope. 

“You look really familiar.” a voice spoke. I looked up from the silverware that I was rolling to be met with blue eyes and frosted tips. 

I’m sure he could see the confused look on my face as I just responded with an “interesting” and a soft smile. I could totally tell that he was a kook by the way that he was dressed. He was dressed in a pastel polo that was only halfway buttoned up and the styling of his hair that no doubt had too many products in it. 

He picked up a menu flipping through it before trying our conversation again. This time being more upfront. “Maybe a name would help you remember me, Y/N?” He said looking directly at me. I felt my skin go cold as he spoke my name. My only run-in with the kook being Rafe and his friends when Kie went full kook. I studied his face as he seemed to laugh a little. He seemed familiar. “Relax, I am on your side here. I figure you heard about your brother and my girl-” He coughed quickly before correcting himself, “my ex-girlfriend.” 

Then it all clicked. “Topper” I breathed out. I hadn’t known him well enough to meet him but had seen him with a few of the other kooks hanging around the boneyard in the past. I remember JJ telling me about the way that he was led out of the church disguised as John B. “What exactly are you doing here?” I asked.

“I figured that you know what happened by now. I’m sure the pogues told you, but I need to talk to you if anyone knows anything it has to be you.” He spoke. I looked up to see Kie trying to get away from her table to come help. Topper seemed to notice. “Meet me outside after your shift? I really need to talk to you.” He said before getting up. “Oh and a stack of pancakes to go please.” He flashed a smile before walking to the side. I quickly wrote up his ticket and pinned it to the wheel as Kie came up beside me. “Don’t worry about Topper, he’s been pretty harmless lately. He keeps asking a lot of weird questions and showing up here. He’s like so obsessed with Sarah it’s crazy.” She paused rolling her eyes. I was hoping that you could get out without an awkward kook visit.” She laughed and nudged my shoulder. 

I let out a sigh. “Yea and to think in the last 5 minutes of my shift. Are the boys on their way?” I questioned. If I was going to go meet with Topper and JJ saw, he would without a doubt start a fight. Something about the way that Topper spoke seemed serious. Also, he helped John B getaway, took whatever the consequences are, so I had to at least give him that. 

“Yea. Pope has to finish up some work with his dad, then they’ll be here.” She said with a smile. “You can go ahead and clock out, I’ll finish up here.” 

I nodded and said a quick “thank you” before making my way to the backroom to put everything away and clock out. My hands shook as I punched in the numbers, turning and putting tips away in my front pocket. I ran my hands over my head, letting out a shaky breath. Just gotta go get it over with. What's the worst that could happen? 

I walked out the back door to see Topper leaned against the front of his Jeep. I looked around for any sign of JJ, Pope, or Heyward’s old beat-up truck. “Okay Topper, this is weird. What the hell is going on?” I said walking to stand in front of him, crossing my arm over my chest. I could feel the way that my glare was harsh on him. 

“Look, Rafe’s losing his shit. I know he’s lost it before but he has really lost it.” He spoke, his tone heavy, almost panicked. 

I couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “You're kidding right?” He just shook his head obviously. “Why the fuck do you think I’d care?” I started to get angry, turning to walk away. 

“Y/n! Wait, please!” He said, stepping forward to follow me. I turned to look at him with my eyebrows raised. “Look I believe y’all, that’s why I helped John B.” He admitted. “The way that Rafe has been acting I believe it too, he’s lost it. I think he’s dangerous.” 

I scoffed again. “Really?” I pointed to the now healing split on my cheek and motion to my neck. “I had no idea, Topper.” My voice was laced with sarcasm and anger. “Get to the point please.” I sighed. 

“He’s literally going crazy. I mean he says that he’s seeing Peterkin like he’s hallucinating her. He is dead set on pinning this on John B, saying that’s the only way that she’ll leave him alone. Ward tries to keep him locked up as much as possible, but you and the pogues” He sighed running a hand through his hair, messing it up, “need to watch out for him. You don’t know what he might do.”  

“Well, he is a murder.” I retorted coldly. 

“I know the pogues, they haven’t given up on John B or Sarah. You probably haven't given up on your brother either. I think that they are the last chance at putting this to rest. I wanna help you find Sarah, and your brother” He finished with a heavy breath. 

I tried to keep a poker face and the best way to go about this situation. “Topper, there is nothing we can do,” I spoke slowly trying to think of exactly what to say. I didn’t want to push him away in case we ended up needing his help later, but like the others, no need to involve him in something so uncertain. Not to mention that I had zero intentions of trusting him. “The police have given us nothing to work with, we’re just as in the dark as you.” 

Topper dropped his head to look at the ground. “Right.” He nodded. ”I guess I was just hoping that it wasn’t real, ya know?” His voice was quieter than before. His tone was soft and sounded broken. “Hoping that she wasn’t really gone.” 

I felt bad for him, even if he was pining after my brother’s girlfriend. He lost his girlfriend, to a pogue, then she might have died and his best friend, Rafe turns up to be a murder in a matter of a week. “Trust me, I know Topper,” I said, causing him to look back up and nodded before turning back to his car. “I’ll let you know if we find something though?” 

He smiled as he pulled himself into his Jeep as I headed to my car to get my bag before going back to the restaurant to meet with the pogues. 

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Just Wanna Say “I Love You”— a Sakusa x fem!reader short series

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“Movie night!! I’m choosing the movies!!” [y/n] screeched as she jumped onto the couch. Suna sighed loudly. “I’m not going to watch if it’s Titanic. We’ve watched that one at least 5 times already.” “4 times,” [y/n] corrected. “Since you got the number of times we’ve watched this wrong, let’s make it right by watching it one more time!”

<a/n: now let’s fast forward to the end of the movie>

“Did you see that? Did you??” [y/n] cried. “This is so unfair! Why does he have to die? Like, why?” Suna sighed for the nth time and dragged himself towards his room. “I’m going back.”

(The Suna back then would not even stay for movie night. Sappy romantic movies irked him. The Suna now only stayed for [y/n]. After all, if he was caught staring at her, the excuse “I’m just judging you” can be used then.)

Grabbing his phone, he quickly texted Osamu. She’s too beautiful was all he sent. The reply said sooo have you finally made your move, lover boy?

Suna: No. Are you crazy?

Osamu: One day your true intentions will be revealed.

Suna: *sighes* I know, but I still need a little more time? And if she doesn’t accept my confession, I’m staying at your place again.

Osamu: Are you kidding me? Okay please don’t confess.

Suna rolled his eyes at the dimly lit screen.

Osamu: …

Osamu: You still there? I’m just joking.

Osamu: Hey. It’s okay. You’ve said that she’s not in any relationship right? Not even once right? So it means you stand a chance. You know so much about her. It’ll be fine.

Suna Okay, next week. I’ll do that next week.

Osamu: Dude you say that every week—

<suna has left the chat>

Osamu: OI! SUNA YOU BETTER COME BACK

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[y/n]: Sakusa-san? Are you still alive?

Sakusa: Oh sorry I was busy. I could only reply back now. How are you?

[y/n]: Yep, still the same. Haha.

[y/n]: ...

Sakusa: Do you want to hang out on Saturday? With Komori and I.

[y/n]: That’s tomorrow??

Sakusa: Yeah…?

[y/n]: I DON’T HAVE AN OUTFIT READY I’M GOING TO SEARCH FOR ONE NOW

<five minutes later>

Sakusa: So you’re coming?

[y/n]: OF COURSE

[y/n] reread that message. Nope, she sounds too desperate. She was going to delete the message and resend another, but Sakusa had read it already. Uh…

After telling herself to calm down and stop panicking, [y/n] realised that she has to continue the conversation. Since… Well, she still has no idea where she’s meeting the duo.

[y/n]: so.. where are we meeting?

Sakusa: The café. You know, the one outside our high school.

[y/n]: ah, the ice cream one

Sakusa: The one where high school “Shigeru-kun” confessed to you

[y/n]: ???

[y/n] was surprised. How does he still remember it?

<Sakusa has left the chat>

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“Not smooth bro. Definitely not smooth.”

Ignoring his cousin’s words, Sakusa placed his phone on his bed and asked him, “Remind me why you’re here too?”

“Because we’re here to celebrate your sister’s birthday! Since everyone could make it this time, we have to be back here in Tokyo too.”

“No, I mean, why are you here in my room?”

“Aw, Kiyoomi you’ll hurt my feelings! I’m just looking out for you!”

Sakusa tossed him a hand sanitizer to clean his hands before telling him to stop peeping behind him and instead sit on the chair next to his study table. Or what used to be his study table.

“Kiyoomi what’s this? ‘just know that I’ll always wait for you, ‘kay?’ Isn’t this [y/n]-san’s handwritting?” Suddenly alert, he snatched the square piece of paper from Komori’s hand. “Don’t touch my things,” he said stiffly. Komori eyed the once-bright yellow paper and remarked, “okay you know what? You definitely have a chance. It’s a 90% chance that you’ll be fine.”

“Really?” Sakusa frowned, not happy that it’s not a 100%. Komori laughed a little at his expression. “Yeah. That’s always better than nothing right?”

a/n: the last time I watched Titanic was more than a year ago but the plot was actually quite good!! (those who haven’t give it a try do watch it!) this chapter’s more like a filler chapter to introduce the next chapter.

a/n: hopefully y’all have enjoyed this chapter! as usual, likes and reblogs are appreciated! thanks :)

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Dimension Wave   Chapter 26 — An Unfavorable Situation

‘Now trickling in are our reinforcements. This is the moment of truth!’

We had been slowly withdrawing and we ended up at D4. The chokepoint here is a great location to defend, but the battle is far from easy. There were different kinds of enemies now too.

Dimensional Skeleton Dimensional Vanguard Dimensional Archer

Our mages and archers now had to switch their focus on different enemies. The Vanguards wield spears, outputting more damage while giving up less opportunities to be attacked. The Archers were able to hit our ranged attackers too. The situation continued to be dire. Still, we weren’t completely overwhelmed, and backup was slowly popping up. We were able to hold the line thanks to that.

“If you’ve finished recovering your MP, then keep firing those skills. Keep an eye on your status, especially archers and mages!”

A party leader called out loud. Their party were always on the defense, much like us. Archers and mages were critical to holding the line because of their wide area attacks. I bet they found Yamikage real awkward, but it is what it is. Her Drain is simply too useful to tell her not to use it.

But that’s all she does!

In any case, it’s a matter of time before our defensive line falls. A few of people on our side had already fallen victim to the enemies and they were forced to teleport back. D4 might just be the last standing defense. If we lose our position here, there’ll be no guarantee of being able to turn this around.

“Kizuna. Let us make plans before they land a decisive blow on us.” “I was just thinking of the same thing, though I’m not sure what exactly we should do.” “Then why don’t I push the enemy vanguard back?” “That’s too risky.” “It really isn’t. I should be able to pull it off since I can spam my skills.”

She has a point. The rest of our forces are low on MP. The reason why Yamikage can keep using Circle Drain is purely because she’s a Spirit. Most of our magic casters have fallen back to recover. Of course, they only burnt up all their MP so that we could recover some Energy ourselves. I looked over at Shouko and saw just how determined she was.

… I don’t think any of them would be as willing to volunteer to put their lives on the line.

“We might potentially lose all our Energy, y’know?” “I have prepared myself for whatever potential consequences.” “Alright, then I’m coming with you.” “You are?” “Remember what I said about straying from my path?” “Yes?” “Well, let me add to that. I’ll be correcting you too if you ever make a bad decision.”

Shouko looked exasperated. She probably didn’t expect to get that sort of reply, so she must be having mixed feelings.

“You’d be nuts to charge into the horde alone.” “… perhaps. Then, let us attack the enemy together.”

With a smile on her face, she stepped forward together with me.

“We’re a pair of Spirits here. We’ll make full use of our racial traits to charge in and scatter the enemy vanguard.” “What?! You two have a death wish!” “That or just pretend like we’re a pair of really tough tanks!”

I dismissed the worried voice over chat and ran in with my Cetus Longsword. A lot of them must have looked down on us Spirits. Sure, we might normally seem weak, but this was where we shine. This was what I can do right now, and I was going to do it.

“Shouko, you’ll have to charge up your fan, right? I’ll buy you some time. We’ll probably do okay by chaining up our attacks. You should use something with a huge area of effect.” “Okay. Be prepared to see what damage I can do!” “Alright! Speed Gutting!”

Seeing how many of them are over there, we probably won’t get away with just a scratch. The archers were already firing upon us. But we’re Spirits. We’re number one in HP and skill spamming.

“I shall engage the enemies. Wild Dance, the Third: Cherry Blossoms! Recharge!”

She had already been charging up her fan as we headed towards the enemies. In an instant, her skill takes down 10 enemies at once as their comrades crawled over the corpses.

“Cleaver! Cleaver! Cleaver!”

A red graphical effect unleashed as I successively cleaved through the enemies. Given how cleavers are meant to chop through bone, the skill was very effective against Dimensional Skeletons. Be that as it may, I still need more than one Cleaver to slay a skeleton.

“Cleaver! Cleaver! Cleaver! Cleaver!”

The momentum from each activation of the skill spun me faster and faster, eliminating any defenseless moments that I had.

“Wild Dance, the Second: Bloom!”

Shouko was in favor of quantity over fully charging her skills. Because of that, the enemies didn’t die with a single strike. I followed up on the damaged monsters to slay them. If one hit’s not enough, then I’ll just hit them again.

“Miss Kizuna! Circle Drain!”

Yamikage hurried towards us in support. A circle appears beneath the enemy troops. Circle Drain kills a good number of enemies that had been already weakened by our archers and mages. Behind the freshly killed were yet another cluster of enemies. They’re seemingly never ending.

“… Toggling.”

Right after I used Cleaver again, Sheryl takes attacked an enemy that was targeting me. Her skill struck and killed three enemies at once who had been damaged by Drain.

“Yamikage, Sheryl…” “You guys!” “… didn’t wanna be the odd one out.”

Sheryl was expressionless as ever, but the marine blue gemstone on her chest was shining brightly. What are you, some kind of rival from a shounen manga? You totally set a death flag there. But perhaps with us four…

“If things do go south, make sure you run! Cleaver!” “… I know. Full Harpoon.”

The four us stood alone in a sea of swords, arrows, and magic in action. I bet some of them are wondering what the heck we’re doing. But because we’re all together, I was having lots of fun. We might have abandoned our plans because of Dimension Wave, but I’m sure we can sail across the oceans if it’s the four of us. I’m absolutely sure of it. Still, only utter fools would charge into a swarm like this if this were a game.

“Egads! We have no retreat!” “Damn! Did I just jinx ourselves?”

I looked around us to find that we were completely surrounded. We’ve slowed down the enemy advance but in turn lost all ways to retreat.

“‘tis as if it were us four against the world.” “Why did you guys even follow us anyway?” “I am thy shadow, Miss Kizuna.” “… oh, I almost forgot that’s the character you wrote for yourself.” “How rude of ye!”

Well, call me simple, but I’m pretty happy with her character. … I’m not about to stroke her ego though.

“Now then, y’all feelin’ lucky?”

I kept up my attacks while I spoke to them. Shouko’s got my back, so I can focus whatever’s ahead of me. It’s like this scene is straight out of a romanticized depiction of war. Endorphins must be pumping through my brain right about now.

“About what, Kizuna?” “Wanna make a bet on how many of us will survive?” “… not much of a bet.” “Verily.” “You don’t actually think we’ll all make it out alive, do ya?” “My bet’s on four.” “Aye, all of us.” “Oh, I understand now. In that case, my bet is on all of us as well.” “What, so it’s just me betting on zero… no, never mind. Let’s get through this together.”

The joke would’ve flew past their heads. Their glares would’ve killed me first though. Was that their pent-up frustration against me or something? Well, whatever. I’ll just stop being stupid. It would’ve been real awkward if I had made that joke anyway.

“I’m not about to these guys steal all our Energy, so let’s kick their asses!” “Let’s!” “Aye, aye!” “‘kay.”

It’ll suck to lose all of our Energy, but we’ll have fun in the process at least. It’s not like the only thing in the game is to be the strongest. Plus, we still have our skills and stuff that can be used as buffer. And just as I made up my mind to attack…

“Oh, woooow! Maybe I shoulda been a Spirit too!”

Someone called out to us. Someone with a very familiar voice.

“… Tsugumi?”

Blazing a trail through the enemies was my little sister. Tsugumi†Exceed was her name in game. Above her pitch-black armor was a circlet on her head and a pair of animal ears peeked out through it. And then, a great scythe. Of course she uses one. But I mean, that’s exactly—

“Sorry I’m late, big bro! Here comes my counter attack! Death Step!”

Four great crashes emanated from her direction. Then, tens of enemies were slaughtered in a moment.

That’s exactly… that’s exactly what it’s good for: wide area physical attacks.

… I guess it was a good idea I called their bet.

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