#he did say he can't make any promises because obviously it's still too early but also i know how this office works

[iguessitsjustme]

Choose Your Own BL Adventure - Day 14

Options:

Tell Gelt yes. You’re starving and ask him where to meet up.

Ask Gelt how he got your number.

Snow is still on your mind after that near kiss this morning. Ask Gelt if Snow can tag along as well.

Day 13 here.

[a-b-riddle]

Part 2

Can't stop thinking about reader finally cutting them loose.

For three days there was nothing but radio silence. In those three days you had told yourself that it was a grace period. Time for Simon to cool off and realize how much of a bastard he was for saying all those things he obviously didn't mean. Johnny coming back over with a bouquet of flowers and endless apologies and cuddles.

Simon didn't apologize for his harsh words.

Johnny didn't call you later, as promised.

For three days you jumped at every single notification, silently hoping it was one of them. Any of them.

But it wasn't.

And you, unfortunately, got the answer to the question you had been asking yourself for months.

Did they still want this?

The answer was clear.

You didn't let their unofficial dismissal get to you. You still had shit to do. A life to get on to. A book signing to go to.

Jesus.

A book signing. A book you wrote. A book that was being published and released the day of the expo. You weren't expecting a huge line because this was your debut novel, but with the help of some ARC readers who had took to social media, there had been a bit of a storm brewing.

You had listened to John when he had mentioned writing under an alias. Don't know how crazy people are out there. They'd do anything to get close to you, Dove. Just better to protect yourself where you can. You almost hated yourself for listening to him now. Now you would just have to keep writing under your pen name.

You were getting ready to close up shop early when your phone finally pinged.

Kyle.

Fuck.

Of course it was Kyle. The one who hadn't treated you like you were constantly bothering him. Not the one who made you feel guilty for agreeing to your arrangement. Nor was he the one who fucked you and left you. No. He was just the one who just wasn't there.

Maybe that was just as bad.

What are you up to today?

That was it. Almost two weeks of radio silence and that's all he had to say? It just added more evidence that you were making the right call in ending this now. It had already carried on for too long.

You had two things on your to-do list and you wouldn't let Kyle's sudden reappearance deter you.

E-mail the publisher back.

Change the locks.

You didn't have the strength to face them again. If they groveled, it would be too easy to take them back. One against four wasn't much of a fair fight. And if they didn't care to fight for you... you don't know if you could survive it. Coming face-to-face with the proof that it didn't bother them to give you up even though it was killing you.

No. Cutting it off completely was the best thing to do.

So you didn't respond.

You left Kyle's text unanswered as you e-mailed the publisher back that everything was set for your flight on tomorrow morning. You would spend Thursday adjusting to the time difference and Friday you would rest up before the expo this weekend. She assured you that you would need to rest up your writing hand. Whatever that means.

You left Kyle read as you closed up shop several hours earlier than usual. You needed to drop off the bank deposit before you started on task number two.

You didn't bothering responding to Johnny when he had texted you when you were leaving the hardware store, purchase in hand. Asking if you were free Friday. Promising dinner. 'In or out. Your choice.'

It was almost second nature when you got home to pull up your phone. Ready to text one of them to see which one of them could come over and help.

Fixing a leaky sink? Nothing Johnny hasn't seen before. Need help moving furniture? John won't mind when you change your several times on what should go where. Kyle would always come in with take out the moment you mentioned you were hungry and whenever you felt like going for a walk when it was a bit too late in the evening, Simon was the first to volunteer as your personal guard dog.

But asking them to come and change the very lock you planned on using to keep them out seemed... counter productive, if not downright petty.

You were almost done with the lock when your phone sounded off. Only this time it wasn't a text. Someone was calling you.

You almost faltered when John's name came on your screen.

Fuck.

That almost got you.

You almost answered it.

Almost.

You clicked on the 'Sorry, I can't talk right now. Options, before finishing up your work.

And just like that, you were done. No help needed. You had changed the lock. Even adding on a deadbolt. Replacing the flimsy chain Simon had taunted you about. If someone wanted to get in here, that wouldn't stop them.

Well, now you didn't need to hear it anymore.

Not that you would really hear it again...

Your flight was in twelve hours. Although that seemed an ample amount of time you hadn't even begun to pack. You had luckily narrowed your outfits down, but now was the task of folding it nicely into your suitcase rather than just stuffing it in there.

On my way. We need to talk.

It was too late for talking. Three days too late. Several months too late.

The last message sent was four weeks ago. A new Thai place had opened up close to your apartment that you were wanting to try. All of them had given you excuses.

Not my taste, Dove.

Cannae do it tonight. Next weekend? Next weekend didn't happen either.

I can do tomorrow. Kyle ended up bailing. You forget the excuse he used.

Simon hadn't even bothered to reply.

The final nail in the coffin of your relationship. Almost two years wasted with nothing, but a broken heart to show for it. And the worst part is, they had all chipped away at your heart, leaving you to deal with the final blow that would shatter it.

Im sorry. I can’t do this with you anymore. wish you all the best.

Your fingers made quick work in blocking their numbers. It was best. If they wanted to reach you, they couldn't. On the other side of the coin, if they didn't care to reply, you wouldn't spend countless hours crying over the fact that none of them had been affected the same way you had.

You would deal with getting them their belongings that they had left behind another time. You had big things, great things happening for you. You were cutting your loses. You were cutting them loose.

You just hoped you didn’t regret it.

[hexgaywire]

hey :}

could i please get luxiem hcs (separately) to their s/o having a different luxiem oshi? sfw or nsfw is okay :)

for example: dating vox but mysta is their oshi

thank you in advance! 🩷

Of course!

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"Luxiem's S/O With Different Oshis Headcannons"

Ft. Vox, Luca, Mysta, Shu, and Ike

Rating: SFW

Warnings: Mysta in Nijisanji still if that bothers you.

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Vox and you have been dating a bit

You found his voice to be familiar when you first started dating but you couldn't quite understand why

That was until he told you he was a streamer

It all clicked

You're familiar with the company he's associated with!!!

He smugly asks you who your oshi is

You pause

It's Luca, it's been Luca since you discovered Nijisanji

The smile slips from his face when you tell him about Luca

"Does this count as cheating? This feels like cheating?"

"Vox you know I love you right?"

"No why don't I call Luca and you can tell him that."

He gets all pouty

You try to console him

You really do

But the big baby is persistent

"So why Luca?"

"Vox honey, I really don't think this is a rabbit hole I wanna go down."

"It's his muscles huh? It's gotta be."

You sigh ultimately wrapping your arms around your pouty partner

"I love you Vox, that's all that should matter."

You kiss him softly and he gives in and kisses you back.

"For the record though I did watch you too."

"Did!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN DID?"

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The second you find out your boyfriend Luca is in Luxiem you realize it all makes sense

You knew he was a streamer but the fact that he was always traveling and had a nice apartment

You didn't realize he was a corporate vtuber

One night he asks you the question

"Have you ever watched any of my content?"

You don't want to... Sacre him away?

"A bit."

"I'm your oshi then yeah?"

Shit

"Luca I don't think that's really important right no-"

He looks almost horrified

"Is it... Is it someone else?"

He sniffs in feigning heartbroken

"Shu..." You mumble. "I watch Shu."

You study him as his mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water

"I can't believe my own partner doesn't watch my content!"

He wails

"I never said that, you asked who my oshi was!"

You point and accusatory finger at him

Luca is jealous for all of ten minutes

Once he comes down he admits that Shu is very entertaining to watch

Forgives you but only if you promise to watch him more

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Mysta lets it slip early in your relationship that he's a part of Luxiem

He was actually freaking out about missing a date bc of stream

It just sorta happened

Anyway months later Mysta asked you the question while you wash dishes from dinner.

"Hey babe, I know you watch Luxiem so who's your oshi just out of curiosity."

"Vox probably."

You say nonchalantly

"VOX!? Seriously!? The other British one, I see you have a type I suppose."

He's obviously pouting

"I watch you too!"

You turn to defend yourself.

"Nope it's not the same. Cannot accept this betrayal."

You drop the dishes to console him

He of course milks this for as long as he can

Eventually he folds when you kiss his forehead and tell him how much you care about him

Only then of course bc he's a diva

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Shu doesn't really disclose his streaming career until much later in your relationship

You kinda found out way before he opened up to you

But to respect his privacy you never brought it up

"I'm a part of Luxiem."

"Shu I know."

"Oh. Well, okay now you double know."

You chat a bit about behind the scenes stuff

Before he asks the big one

"So who's your oshi? Who do you watch the most."

You laugh

You don't mean to

The way you found out Shu was in Luxiem was a collab between him and Mysta.

"It's Mysta.. that's actually how I found out you were in Luxiem."

He pauses

"So not me?"

"Not you."

"I see. I can understand why you like Mysta he's really funny."

Shu's actually really cool about the whole thing

Because that's just how Shu is

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Similarly to Shu Ike is very modest when it comes to telling you he's a vtuber and apart of Luxiem

When he does tell you he's very nervous

"So what do you think about all this?"

"I think it's cool. I guess I should also admit I kinda know who you are."

Ike is dumbstruck

"Really? You know Luxiem and stuff too!?"

"Well acquainted actually, one of my Oshis are in Luxiem."

"Who!?"

Ike asks intrigued

"It's Vox."

Your sheepish

Ike smiles

Similarly to Shu he's super chill with it.

"I also love Vox's content so I can't blame you for having good taste."

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Sorry this is so short! My requests are still open

[moiravim]

Blonde Hair

PLATONIC brother!Draco x reader

Summary: Yn is the daughter of Regulus Black but was quickly taken in and adopted by Narcissa. YN is extremely insecure, but her brother Draco is always there for her. (Second person)

Warnings: YN has dark hair, fem YN, mention of blood

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Your father, Regulus had died before you ever met him and your mother died during childbirth. The closest thing you had to a family was always the Malfoys. But even after having your last name changed Lucius had always called you 'yn black'.

You grew up feeling like you had no family and the only person who had ever made you feel any differently was Draco.

Draco always made sure you felt loved. You'd always been close and would always play together as kids.

As you grew older Draco had realized how you feel. It made no sense to him because he had always seen you as his real sister and he didn't get why you saw it any differently.

Your first year of Hogwarts was coming up and you were horrified. You wanted everyone to see you as a 'real' Malfoy. Lucius had gifted you an amulet which would change your darker hair to platinum blonde.

The amulet was a large oval with a glowing mist-like substance inside. It hung from a thick silver chain, worn as a necklace.

You were obsessed with it since the moment it was gifted to you. "YN, really... You don't have to wear that stupid necklace! You were perfectly fine without it!! No one's even here to see you-" Draco complained but you immediately cut him off.

"You just don't understand what it's like not having a family!!" This 'stupid necklace' was the thing keeping me together at the moment. It made me feel like I really did fit in with the Malfoys.

Draco's eyes started to water as his face got red. "I'm your family!" He shouted as a tear slipped down his cheek. He immediately wiped it away and hid his red eyes with his hand.

You felt bad, but you knew he was wrong. He was just trying to make you feel better. He wasn't really your brother. He was your cousin and Narcissa was your Aunt. You had no parents. No brother.

The ambiance of Draco's room continued to become more and more akward. You sigh before hugging Draco and rubbing his back. You didn't want to, but, you knew he'd do the same for you.

He hugs you back tightly as a few more tears fell from his eyes. You hadn't realized at the time he was scared of the same thing you were.

You left his room, going back to your own so you could finish packing. You and Draco left for Hogwarts tomorrow and had to leave early to get to the Hogwarts express.

When you layed in bed, anxiety took over you. 'Everyone would find out I'm not Draco's real sister and they'll all hate me!' you told yourself.

After another hour of restless sleep you sneaked into Draco's room. He was still awake and was writing in his diary. He smiled as he watched you peek into his room.

He pat the spot next to him as he wrote in his journal and you made your way over to him. You sat, resting on your knees. "I can't sleep... I'm scared. What if everyone finds out I'm not your real sister?"

He looks at you sadly. He's obviously tired of hearing about it but you have no one else to express your fears to and he knows it. But the part about you not being his 'real sister' really hits hard.

He was disappointed you didn't see him as a brother, but he was too nervous to say anything. "YN. Everyone will love you. I promise. And even if they don't I'll always be here for you." He says truthfully.

"You really think they'll believe we're siblings?" You ask once more as Draco nods.

You rested your head on his fluffy pillows before happily falling asleep with little to no worries.

You woke up the next morning in your own bed. An outfit was picked out and placed folded on your chair with your amulet on top.

You slowly woke up and got dressed. You hid your amulet under your shirt before leaving your room to go find your brother.

"YN. Your going to be late. Go meet up with Narcissa and Draco. They have your things." Lucius said as you nodded and rushed downstairs.

Lucius eventually met up with the three of you and you left for Hogwarts. When you entered the train you followed Draco to find empty seats.

Eventually a few of Draco's friends found their way to your section and sat with you two. It was fun and for once you could see some resemblance between you and Draco. You swore to yourself in this moment you'd never let anyone see you without your amulet.

A month into the school year and everything has been going great. Your best friend is Pansy, but you also hang out with Draco and his other friends.

Still none of them know your not really Draco's twin and you couldn't be any happier. Sadly it wouldn't last.

You had already made enemies due to your brother. Harry and Ron often picked on you. You didn't blame them though because of how your brother treated them.

"You know, you guys really aren't good people" you stated, tired of their constant bullying. "Says the Malfoy! Your the definition of evil" Ron argues back.

"Don't you dare talk bad about the Malfoy name!" You snapped back. You were close to loosing it. You decided to use your one talent against them.

"Duel me! Two against one! I'll prove you both wrong!"

They laughed, thinking it'd be an easy win but you knew there was no way they'd win.

You yelled out spells, constantly stunning them and blocking their counter spells.

While you were busy fighting Ron, Harry had used flipendo against you. Your body was flung into the wall and you landed roughly on the floor.

You hadn't cared for the glass stabbing into your chest, all you cared about your hair. The platinum blonde hair that was giving you a reason to live.

You sobbed out, curling in on yourself. You were so close to winning, how could things have gotten this bad. Of course you'd underestimated Harry.

You pulled at your hair as your body started to shake. The worst part was all the students watching you fall apart.

Everyone in the school would find out your not Draco's sister. Your life would be ruined.

Your eyes remained slammed shut as you felt someone pull you into their arms. "Shhhh....shhhhh... I'm here. Everything is going to be okay... My sweet sister, you don't deserve this." Draco said as he brushed out the hair you had tangled.

He lifted you up and took you away from the crowds and into the Slytherin common room.

He rested you onto the couch and noticed blood going through your white shirt. He immediately unbuttoned it to see your crushed amulet stabbing into your skin.

Draco's frown deepens as he inspects your cuts. They weren't too bad, but he still felt horrible he wasn't there for you sooner. He wished it never had happened.

He discards the amulet and cleans the blood from you. A few minutes later Pansy rushes in, hugging you as your cries die down.

"Oh, YN! I was so worried, I heard what happened... Harry and Ron truly are horrible" Pansy states as she hugs you tightly.

You smile at her comment. Draco sits next to you and continues to rub your back as you hug Pansy.

"YN, I want to talk to you in private..." Draco says as Pansy nods, giving the two of you some space.

"This changes nothing. You always have been and always will be my sister". You begin to cry at his words and hug him tightly. He hugs you back once more before you leave to get some rest.

A/N: I'm having family problems 💔 also the amulet is based off of the owl house LMAO!!

[corriganatheart]

if he was MINE final/ João Félix x reader x Kylian Mbappé

Synopsis: Your best friend just got out of a toxic relationship and wants to date you.

Pairings: João Felix x fem!reader x Mbappé

Genre: Love triangle

Breaking News: Breaking news: Kylian Mbappé and Y/N officially call it quits after only a few weeks of dating. Many fans were suspicious of their relationship and suspected they were only short-term. Mbappé is now only focusing on his career and has no interest in starting a new relationship, whereas Y/N has reconciled her friendship with João Félix, and many fans think that might be the reason for the breakup.

1 months and 5 days later

“You good, bro?” Neymar asked, causing his teammate to shut his phone immediately. Even though Neymar pretended he didn’t see the screen, he did. Mbappé was staring at the picture of you wearing his uniform months ago, and even though it was unhealthy, he always found himself reaching for you when he needed motivation.

“Look, I’m not one to get into people’s business, but you don’t deserve this,” Neymar says as he squeezes his friend’s shoulder. “She made her choice, and it’s time to make yours.” Mbappé buried his face in his hands and groaned. “I’ll be fine, thanks.”

It has been over a month since you left him on the balcony without answers. He was disappointed, of course, but more disappointed in you than anything. You could’ve had your chance of freedom from João, but instead, you went back to the same place. "Ayo! it's time!" Hakimi barges in and shouts. Mbappé softly smiles and follows his teammates out of the locker room. Neymar and Hakimi glance at one another before patting their friend on the back.

The Golden Boy: You up for a late night walk?

Y/N: ...... dude its midnight. Why are you still up?

The Golden Boy: can't sleep, I keep thinking about u. 😌

Y/N: well arent you a smooth talker?

The Golden Boy: I’m on my way to ur place.

Y/N: don’t you have an early interview tmr?

The Golden Boy: IDC I want to see you for a bit🥺

Y/N: FINE!

After hearing a beep outside, you grab your jacket and rush down from your apartment. You and João had reconciled your friendship almost immediately after you flew back from France. He apologized and expressed how much he appreciated you. And since he was your best friend of several years, you couldn’t just ignore him forever, so you forgive him. You didn’t expect anything different from him besides friendship, but João has made it obvious that he wanted to further your relationship. And as promised, he has not been in contact with Magui and has been doing fine. But lately, everyone has been on your case for dumping Mbappé to be friends with João again. All his fans have criticized you and have made up numerous rumors, but you were ok with taking the heat because you got him involved in shit he shouldn’t have been in. If things were any different, you would’ve continued your friendship with Mbappé, but that would only complicate things. You guys were bound to be short-term, and the time has expired.

“Took you long enough,” João sarcastically says as soon as you get into his car. “I thought we were going on a walk?” You asked. João playfully rolls his eyes, “and be chased by creeps? Noway.” You chuckled and put on your seatbelt as he drove off. It has become customary for João to spend time with you after practice or after a long day of interviews. He has been trying to prove that he can make time for you and that you guys could be more than just friends. If this were before the scandal, you would’ve said yes within a heartbeat, but this was too early, and you aren’t sure if this was a good scenario. For all people know, you’re a villain for breaking Kylian Mbappé’s heart, and you’re sure people suspect that you’re the reason João and Magui broke up too. It was too early to jump into a new relationship, especially one you aren’t sure about.

“How was work today?” You asked. João shrugs, obviously not wanting to talk about the fact that he was asked about you during one of his interviews. Everyone was dying to know the gossip, but he didn’t want to put you in an awkward position. “Did you get to do anything fun?” You asked. João pretends to think, and then he grins, “yeah, actually, Kai was having a hungover during his interview, so that was interesting to watch.” You laughed and can only imagine the team dying from laughter because of Kai. “What about you?” He asked. “Did you do anything fun at home?” Your smile fades, and you look out of the window. You switched your job electronically after the news that you and Mbappé were over. It turns out, people can get through you in many ways, including harassing you at work and via emails.

“You know I’ll do anything to help you, right?” João asked while placing his hands on yours while the other steered the wheel. “Yes, and I’m thankful for that,” you mumbled. João smiles and pulls up to an empty parking lot of a park with a city and river view. “Remember the time when we used to play in the river like it was a pool? We were drowning ourselves in people’s shit,” he said while laughing. You groan, not wanting to remember that part of your childhood. “That’s so grosssss!” João turns his body, so he can face you as you do the same and lay the side of your head on the leather seat. “I like this,” he whispers. “Just us two with no one against us.” You smile and nod your head.

“I miss us,” you said. “We used to be drama free, but now look at us.” João places his hands on yours and rubs his thumb on your knuckles as he closes his eyes. “Close your eyes. I want to tell you something,” he mumbles. You do as he says and closes your eyes. “This is how I picture our future. You and me living in a big house in a field with gardens and flowers. We would have two boys while you’re pregnant with a girl. I would teach the boys how to play soccer as you watch us from a swing, with a book in your hand. By then, Portugal would at least win 1 World Cup, and I might be close to retirement. Our family would forever grow, and we would have two more kids until we decided that was enough. There would be no drama, just you, me, and our kids. Forever.”

You smile, liking the image popping into your head, but as you imagine your husband, your heart stops. The image of Mbappé smiling at you on the balcony pops up, completely erasing João from the picture. You immediately open your eyes and stare at João, who still has his eyes closed and smiling sweetly. “Wouldn’t that be perfect, Y/N?” He asked. You didn’t respond because you were lost for words. João is definitely your dream boy, but your heart was confusing you by remembering how Mbappé made you feel. You’ve known him briefly, but he was so sweet and everything you wanted a boyfriend to be. But he was too good for you and deserved someone that knows their feelings, and you couldn’t give him that.

“Has Hakimi contacted you?” João asked while tucking your hair behind your ears, and once again, you remembered how Mbappé tucked your hair. “I played his best friend. There’s no way he could forgive me,” you said sadly. João looks at you guiltily before he kisses your forehead. “He’ll come around, don’t worry.” You smile and nod, liking the way João is giving you attention. "Still, I can't imagine how awkward it is for him. He was basically the one that set us up. You know Hakimi has been my friend for a long time too, and his wife is a dear friend of mine also. They both love Mbappe and me, and I feel guilty doing this to him. If anything, Mbappe deserves better than me because he was such a sweetheart and gentleman. I do feel really bad for bringing him into this mess and-" you stop talking after realizing how uncomfortable this must be for João. He seems to also hate the idea of you feeling guilty or any sort of feelings for Mbappe. His ultimate goal is to have you by his side forever, but it was difficult because you won't let go of the two weeks' worth of fling. "Do you still like him?" João asked while staring at you intensely. You didn't answer immediately, so he was uncomfortable shifting in his seat and looking ahead of him. "I have been with you since we were a child Y/N. He's been with you for weeks. Think about it before you do anything risky."

News: PSG loses 3-0 to Bayern, even though they have top players in the team. Fans also noticed that PSG captain Kylian Mbappé was off during the game and wasn't thinking straight. Mbappé, who had proven many times that he could score several goals during the game, seemed unmotivated and showed a lack of spirit. This might also come with the fact that a month ago, he and his ex-girlfriend Y/N L/N called it quit and were under the heat for several weeks. Many fans hope the team gets it together and wins their next game against Chelsea.

Hakimi: Fix him.

Y/N: huh?

Hakimi: I said fix him.

Y/N: u are going to have to be more specific than that.

Hakimi: Kylian. He hasn't been the same since you deliberately dump him like trash.

Y/N: We were never together, so how can I dump him like trash?

Hakimi: Why did I ever think you were smart?

Y/N: 🖕🏼

Hakimi: just talk to him pls. He hasn’t been the same since y’all left ur fake relationship. I think you broke his pride and heart.

Y/N: wow u actually have a heart.

Hakimi: u ass my heart is more pure than urs for sure

Y/N: fine I’ll talk to him. But don’t expect anything else.

Hakimi: got it😏

“If we play like how we played last week, we’re fucked. So let’s get it together,” Hakimi says, mainly staring at Mbappé. He was a bit nervous for his friend because you’re in the crowd, and the opponent was Chelsea. They’ve been preparing daily to ensure they win the match, and Mbappé especially wanted to take the win. But right now, he is a bit concerned because his friend is too quiet. “We win and move on to the next match. Opponents are opponents,” Messi said casually, not understanding the love triangle between you, João, and Mbappé. “And control your emotions. We don’t need any of us to get a red,” Neymar warns while looking at Mbappé. “Speak for yourself, asshole,” Hakimi growls, causing Neymar to laugh. “Hey! I’ll score before you even know!”

“Fuck!” Neymar groans as he stares at the red card in his face. The referee decided he had had enough of the constant argument between Mason Mount and Neymar, so they both were given a red. “Not even one goal,” Hakimi shakes his head as the Brazilian player walks past him. He then looks over at Mbappé, who was awkwardly looking around the stadium, noticing the way people were whispering and taking videos of him. Mbappé had spotted you when they lined up, and for some obvious reasons, he was happy that you weren’t sporting João Félix’s shirt. He was also impressed that you felt confident enough to show yourself in public instead of hiding in the VIP lounge. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Sergio Ramos whispers in Mbappé's ears, causing the captain to smirk. “Sexy as hell. She needs to know that.” Sergio Ramos laughs and pats Mbappé on the back, “Kylian, you need to get that girl. Just tell her how you feel. You never know.”

Your heart races from the intense game displayed in front of you. Both teams did not want to give up, and it was one goal after another. Kylian Mbappé had scored a hat trick already, whereas João Félix scored two goals. You swear this game gets as many views as the World Cup because everyone wanted to watch the drama. A couple of PSG fans had already tried to get a reaction out of you but but you wore a sun glasses and stay very stern. Hakimi’s wife also tried not to show any type of reaction, but the other players wives and girlfriends were very invested.

“Are you going to talk to him after the game?” Hiba asked while staring at your emotionless face. “Hakimi requested I do, but we’ll see how the game goes,” you shrugged. Hiba gives you a wary look before she turns her focus back to the game. You’re sure she’s judging you; everyone that knows the whole story is judging you. To choose a guy that repeatedly disrespected himself is absurd, but no one knows how it feels. You can’t just abandon a long term friendship for a brief fake romance….not without some reassurance.

João glares at the other team as they hug one another and do their celebration dance. He did not miss the smirk that some PSG players threw at him. Kai and Mason go up to him, both swinging their arms around his shoulders, comforting their teammates. “We lost by one. One fucking goal,” Kai murmurs. João clenches his jaw as he sees Mbappé throws a glance at you, and what makes things worse is you’re looking at him too. “If I lose, I will look like a fool again. I’m going to make sure she’s mine by tonight.”

The Golden Boy: Where are you we need to talk?

Y/N: I’m with Hiba and her kids. We are waiting on Hakimi.

The Golden Boy: it’s important. I need to see u now.

Y/N: What is it? I promised Hakimi I would spend time with them….

The Golden Boy: I’ll come to u.

You look around the VIP lounge, wondering if João knew you’re supposed to have a conversation with Mbappé. He was your best friend, but you don’t owe him an explanation. You left things unanswered with Mbappé, and you’ll regret it one day if you don’t speak your mind.

“Hey, you good?” Hakimi asked when he saw how nervous you were. You just shrugged because you weren’t sure yourself. He was leading you to the private room where Mbappé is. Apparently, Mbappé is supposed to fly out to another country for work, and he’ll be busy for a while, so this was your only chance. “You know you’re supposed to follow what your gut tells you, right?” Hakimi asked when he stopped in front of a secluded area. “Yes, Achraf, thank you,” you said and hugged him. He returns the hug, whispering that everything will be ok.

Your phone rings as soon as you enter the room. Mbappé was already seated, his duffel bag next to him as he scrolled through his phone. He glanced at your phone and the back to your face. “Félix?” He says, already knowing who was trying to take you away. “Yeah,” you mumbled. Mbappé waits for you to pick up the phone, but to his surprise, you turn it off.

You chew on your lower lips as you wait for him to do something, anything, to get rid of the tension. He wasn’t making things easier as he stared at you with an emotionless eye. Your eyes wander to the little bar on the right side of the room, filled and untouched. As you take in your surrounding, Mbappé stands up and make his way toward you. You gulped, stepping a couple of steps back, and in no time, your back hit the wall, and Mbappé was standing a couple of inches from you. He was a lot taller than you and more prominent, and you aren’t sure if you were turned on by the way he was hatefully looking at you. “Say something,” you whispered, wanting to eliminate the strange tension. Mbappé continues to stare you down, his fingertips tracing your curves. “I should hate you. I should ruin you and never feel sorry. I should make you beg for my attention, for my touch, but I missed you too much,” he said, his French accent stronger than usual. “And I’m going to fucking regret doing this, but just remember you were the one that came to me,” he growls, and the next thing you know, his lips are on yours.

It took you nearly a minute to realize that Mbappé was kissing you, and it wasn’t an innocent kiss; it was a passionate kiss. Your heart started beating fast, but your body was reacting to him, and you were fully aware that your arms looped around his neck, bringing him closer. “I should’ve just done this, so you didn’t have to leave me,” he groans. You moan in return, and Mbappé takes that as a cue to kiss your neck. “tu me tue,” he whispers as he kisses your neck, and you don’t have the energy to ask what he is saying. “Kylian,” you whisper when you realize this is getting slightly out of hand. “I know, bébé, I know…” he groans and lays his head on your shoulder, trying to control himself.

After calming down, the both of you sat down, and you glanced at his bag. “I don’t have much time. I got a flight to catch,” he says. You softly smile and look into his eyes; they are still the same. “Hakimi said you are going to be busy for the next couple of months,” you said. Mbappé nodded, smiling lazily as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears. “Yeah. A lot of offers and interviews and a lot of traveling.” You nod and wait for him to continue, but he waits for you to speak. You sighed, ready to talk about the situation. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, and he smiled. “It’s ok.” You shake your head, “no, it’s not. I acted selfishly and left you with no answer, no closure. Even though we were pretending, we were still friends. I shouldn’t have ditched you like that. Gosh, I felt so bad; Kylian and I have regretted it ever since.” Mbappé glances at an empty wall before he looks back at you, wondering what he should say. “Is that what you see us? Friends?” He asked. You shyly look away and shake your head. “I like you. I concluded after seeing you today and realizing how much I missed you. But I still have unsolved problems that I need to work out.”

Mbappé smiles, his eyes holding hope and a future. He likes you, and you want to know when that all started, but that was a different story. Maybe one day, he’ll share it with you. “Is three months enough?” He asked, and you realize he means that’s how long it’ll take for him to settle back to a regular schedule finally. “Will you still have the same feeling?” You asked because three months is more extended than people think. “I should be the one asking that,” he says, causing you to stare down at your hands. You weren’t going to make promises you can’t make because João is still around. Mbappé can see your unwary eyes, and he tilts your chin so you can look at him. “How about I text you in three months, maybe five days and 2 hours? You still own me the rest of the movie night” He jokes, and you chuckle. “That sounds very specific,” you said, causing him to laugh. “What can I say? I’m very persistent,” he winks.

After talking, Mbappé had to leave to catch his flight, and although he secretly suggested you go with him, you knew you couldn’t run away from your problems. João also needed answers, and you were finally ready to give them to him. “Where have you been?” João asked as soon as you walked into the apartment. He was frustrated with you and annoyed that you turned off your phone. “I was catching up with friends,” you mumbled and placed your bag on the kitchen counter. You look at the dining table that has candles and food laid out. João rented an apartment for you to stay and he had to choose the most expensive one to impress you. “Who are the friends?” He glared at you while asking. You narrow your eyes, annoyed by the way his tone sounded. “That’s none of your business,” you spat, causing him to clench his jaws. He then looks at your neck, and his eyes shift from anger to disgust. “Who the fuck give you a hickey?” He demanded as he moved closer to you. Your eyes widen, and you touch your neck. João grabbed hold of your arm and stared down at the hickey. “You fucked someone” He accused without hesitation. This causes you to frustratedly pull your arms away, “what is wrong with you?” You asked. João ignores your question and walks to the dining table. He then swings his hands across the table, causing plates, vases, flowers, and everything to shatter on the floor. “I’m losing you! Why am I losing you!” He yells. This causes you to step backward, nearly tripping on your way. “You said you were in love with me, Y/N! What happened now? Why do I keep losing!”

You stand there, surprised, annoyed, confused, and angry at the sight before you. João is emotionally not stable right now, and you know there is much more than what he is saying. “João you…what are you saying?” You asked while moving closer to his sulking form. He was now on the ground, his hands bleeding as he cried. “First Magui and now you. I keep losing the people I love to others.” Your heart breaks for him as you rush towards his side and pull him into a hug, ignoring the sting on your knees due to the glass pieces. “You’re going to be fine,” you whispered, soothing him. “I can’t fucking lose you, too,” he mumbles. “Gosh, I loved her so much.” And for the first time, your heart didn’t shatter at the mention of João loving someone else; you’re just here as his best friend, comforting him through the pain. João was still moving on, and you would be the key, but now you realize he was still in pain, still insecure. And you were here as a best friend, not someone with a crush on him. “Y/N, please stay by my side forever. I can’t lose you too.” You smiled because you finally knew what needed to be done, and even though it would break your heart, it had to be done.

1 month later

Breaking News: Portugal and Chelsea player João Félix is spotted on a date with his on-and-off girlfriend, Magui Corceiro. This happens only a month after he and his former best friend Y/N L/N unfollow one another, and him confirming that they’re no longer friends, and it’s a mutual decision. Y/N, on the other hand, decided to go private on her social media and has been staying quiet. Many fans are disappointed in Felix’s decision to return to Magui, but many think this has to happen so Y/N can finally leave the friendship. As for Y/N’s former fling, Kylian Mbappé, many fans hope there is a reconciliation because they still follow one another.

3 months, 5 days, and 2 hours later

Kylian: Hey bébé, wanna finish up that movie? ✈️🇫🇷

Y/N: ……..pick me up ❤️

The End

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[nightmare-foundation]

Act like a dog (get treated like one)

Sooo rubs my hands together. I randomly got some motivation to do some practice writing and I really wanna do some writing for my AK Dick au sooo,, let's hope this is decent lol

For some context: this is my au where Dick becomes the Arkham Knight. It doesn't take place in the Arkhamverse, rather it's in my own comics verse, but the au follows the plot of Arkham Knight. So essentially Dick gets tortured for 1-2 years. This is early in his capture, so he's still a fighter. Also, any time frame mentioned here is 100% unreliable on Dicks part. He has NO idea how long he's been stuck in Arkham. I'd say it's probably closer to a month and a half or two months? Idk, it's up to you lol.

Tw for dehumanization, muzzles, collars, mentions of torture, manipulation- really the Joker is his own warning

Dick tugs lightly on his bonds as the guard rolled him down the dirty, dilapidated hallway, the barbed wire cutting into his uniform and skin. The barbed wire did it's job well; it kept him from moving too much, kept him from trying his luck and attempting another escape. Dick bit back a hiss as the metal caught on a still healing wound, tearing it back open. Quickly, he stopped his movement, not wanting to make his injuries worse.

Dick gritted his teeth as the wheelchair passed over a bump in the tile, feeling his broken ankle twinge painfully at the jostle. He couldn't believe the Joker paid off the Arkham guards, and even the damn inmates. Well, actually, he could obviously see the Joker doing that, but people actually going for the damn money? Ignoring that he's here, even participating in this torment?

He smothered his righteous anger at that. The Joker was volatile and insane, and had a terrifying reputation; of course people would turn the other eye if it kept them and their loved ones safe. But even then, safety wasn't guaranteed, so what was the point?

Dick shoved it all down. He couldn't think like that. That was what Joker wanted; to break him down. Well, he wouldn't let that happen. Couldn't let that happen. With any luck, his family would be here soon, breaking down Arkhams walls to save him, if he couldn't escape. So, hopefully, he wouldn't have to worry about being broken. It's only been a few weeks. Or… was it a month? Longer? No- don't think that. It can't have been that long.

He jerks to a stop suddenly, and Dick looks up to see a familiar room- and a familiar face.

He carefully keeps his face neutral as the Joker grins widely, standing up from his chair and opening his arms wide. “Why, hello there, Bird Boy! How nice of you to finally join us!” The Joker waves them over, and the guard rolls him closer to the middle of the room. Dick can see the chains hanging from the ceiling, a warm yellow light bulb flickering nearby. “Come, come! I have sooo many plans for us today! Aren't you just excited?! I do love a good party!”

Worry and fear curdles in Dicks gut. The excitement, the anticipation in the Jokers body language- none of it spelled anything good. Granted, being in here at all wasn't good, but when the Joker was excited like this… well, Dick was already starting to understand that it was a promise of torment.

“Not particularly, no. Doesn't seem like a super thrilling party; there isn't even any cake.” Dick quipped. Even after all this torture, he still couldn't keep his mouth shut. His voice came out broken and hoarse, throat burning as he tried to sound confident like he used to. It was a fruitless endeavor, though, only succeeding in making him sound like the victim he really was. The constant screaming was really doing a number on his poor throat.

The Joker laughed at him, as if amused by his feeble attempt at fighting back. “That's because you're the cake, silly!” He leaned in close, pinching at Dicks cheek. “And I can't wait to just eat you right up.” The Joker pulled away, grimy hand finally leaving his face. The clown gestured at the guard standing behind Dick–Boles? His name would be important for when he escaped–seemingly impatient with him. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get him out and string ‘em up for me!”

The guard shifted to the front of him, hands reaching towards the barbed wire wrapped around Dicks neck. He tugs at it, the metal barbs cutting a bit into his neck as it's unwrapped and untangled. Fear- no, terror makes Dicks pulse race. If he's freed and strung up- the whip cracking, his back screaming in blinding, white-hot agony, blood pouring down his back and legs and dripping, dripping, dripping down in a puddle as the whip made contact again and again and again-

His blood ran cold. That had been within his first week here. Those injuries, his shredded back, were just barely healed. They still tugged painfully whenever he moved, threatening to tear back open. He- he couldn't- he couldn't let that happen. That couldn't happen again, not the whip, not the fingers digging into his flesh, or the skin being pulled at in such agonizing ways until he passed out from the pain. Dick couldn't go through that again.

The hand from Boles moved, and it was just a bit too close, a bit too fast. Instinct and fear lead Dick as he lashed out with the only part of him that was free.

His teeth dug deep into the flesh of the hand, quicker than he could process what he was doing, hot, metallic blood filling his mouth. A shriek escaped the man's mouth as he wrenched his hand away, Dicks clenched teeth taking a chunk of flesh from it. He spat it out as the guard cradled his bloodied, mutilated hand. “You damn animal!” The man snarled at him, fury and pain written all over his face.

Dick looked up through the strands of his greasy hair, up at the Joker. The clown tutted at him, and it was then that his terror-fueled actions hit him. His heart rabbitted beneath his ribcage as the Joker roughly grabbed his face in a bruising grip, unforgiving as the nails dug into his skin.

“Well, that was just plain rude. Is that any way to treat others? No, no, no, that just won't do.” The Joker let go, walking away to the far side of the room, continuing to talk. “You've just been so naughty lately! All the backtalk, scratching, biting- you're like an untrained, feral dog attacking it's owner!” Dick gritted his teeth at the Jokers words. I'm not a damn dog!

The Joker grabbed something and walked back over. In his hands were- oh, fuck no.

“And, well, when a dog gets too aggressive, you have to muzzle them. Officer Boles, be a dear and hold his head back for me.”

Dick jerked backwards as the man stalked forward, grabbing a hold of his hair and yanking his head back. His hair became slick with blood from the man's injury, and his neck strained painfully.

The Joker moved quickly, and Dick thrashed as the muzzle was forced over his face. The bit was shoved into his mouth as the muzzle forced his jaw shut, teeth grinding against the rubber painfully. The straps were pulled tightly and securely, the muzzle firm and unmoving. Then something clicked around his throat; a thick collar.

Before Dick could comprehend what was happening, his bonds were torn off unceremoniously and the collar on his throat was yanked hard. Dick fell to the dirty, tiled floor, slamming face first into it as the wheelchair he was just in was pushed away. Blinding pain shot through his ankle, briefly making his vision white out before the leash was pulled at again.

“On your knees, boytoy, like a good dog.” Jokers taunting voice sounded, and disgust and humiliation crawled up Dicks spine. But he could do nothing but obey, pain making his whole body shake as he sat on his knees, leaning forward on his hands. He could feel blood seeping down his back, down his front, and he knew his wounds had opened back up.

Joker tugged on the leash as he crouched down, pasty white face far too close to Dick for his comfort. “You do realize i have to punish you now?” Dick froze at that, terror striking through him once again. It must've shown on his face, because the Joker cooed at him, stroking his face. “Aww, don't look so glum, dear. You brought this upon yourself.”

Punishments- punishments were… god, if this was Hell, then the punishments were far, far worse than Hell. The last one he got had been after his last escape attempt. That- that had been the whipping. The electrocution, the burning, being slowly, painfully skinned little by little, layer by agonizing layer. It had lasted days- maybe a little longer.

No, no nononono- stupid stupid stupid- horrifyingly, a sob involuntarily pulled itself from his throat. Nonono don't cry, stop crying, that's what he wants, you're not breaking you're not you won't- he tried to swallow down another sob, but the next made him break. Dick shook his head, weak and terrified and- God he was so tired, so so tired and hungry and thirsty and he was beyond fucking exhausted. He hardly got two hours of sleep the previous night before being woken by yet another night terror, he hasn't eaten in at least a couple days- when was the last time he had water?

The Joker cooed sadly at him. “Aww, c'mere. Papa Jokers got you.” The psychopathic clown tugged him forward into his arms. Dick flopped forward, tears streaming out of his eyes as he cried uncontrollably. He felt equal parts disgust, humiliation and utter relief at the kind contact. How long has it been since he's gotten any amount of kindness, manipulative or not?

God. God, he was terrified. He was exhausted and scared.

And worst of all- he was starting to break.

[nowoyas]

koi no yokan 25: preliminary (nishinoya yuu/reader)

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A/N: sliiiightly early because I have a busyish day tomorrow at a writer's conference! I may return to this chapter to rework some things bc I just couldn't make myself happy with it, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!

Summary: The first round of preliminaries for the Spring Tournament begin and end.

Warnings and tags: none!

Words: 3600+

The first school that your boys are going up against looks like it's comprised entirely of delinquents. You don't necessarily like to judge people based on their looks, but now that you're on the court for warm ups, you get to listen to them taunt Tanaka and confirm your initial impression beyond a doubt. Of course, it's getting to Tanaka, and more importantly, it's getting to you.

"Is it just me," Yachi says, hugging her arms to herself, "or do volleyball players just all naturally look pretty scary?"

You nod. "I bet they're all talk, though, I mean, look at them."

"I am looking at them!" she replies in a hushed whisper. "They're big! And scary! They are literally picking a fight with Tanaka-senpai right now!"

You shrug. "Yeah, I bet they feel really good picking a fight from the other side of the net. But like, you see that hair? Dude obviously cares more about how he looks than things like actually being cool or actually being good in a fight. I could probably kick his ass myself." Just for fun and because your head is starting to hurt, you make it a point to raise your voice a little bit. "Guys like that always chicken out the second they actually have to do anything real."

Yachi goes deathly pale and grabs at your arm harshly. "[name]-chan! They're gonna hear you! I think one of them did!"

You feel a little bad, but not for that—being heard was the point, thank you. It's more to do with the way she's more worried about your safety than she is assured by your absolute confidence. "Deep breaths, Yacchan."

Though you would love to keep talking trash, it probably isn't the best sportsmanship to start fights with the other team, even as a manager. That, and Yachi might actually pass out if you keep threatening to fight them. Instead, you begrudgingly keep your mouth shut for the rest of warmups.

When the time comes to head up to the stands with Yachi—only one manager allowed on the court for the match, after all—Noya pulls you to the side with an expectant look. You roll your eyes, but the Ohgi Minami guys are watching and looking for shit to talk, so what else is there to do but play it up?

"Yes, Senpai?" you ask sweetly, making it a point to tilt your head ever so sweetly.

He blinks in surprise. "…what are you doing?"

A saccharine smile. "Your opponents are pissing me off. Yachi looked like she was going to pass out when I told her I could take 'em in a fight, so I'm being forced to resort to the next best thing: being a girl who acts all cute and sweet with you guys and rubbing it in their faces."

He laughs and ruffles your hair. "That's good. You're still not allowed to get into any fights, but we'll make sure to beat 'em for you. You gotta promise me something, though."

"Mm?" You tilt your head cutely.

"Stop being so damn cute, I'm trying to propose right now. You gotta marry me if we win, okay?"

You smile and laugh right back. "I'll marry you if you hit the quota and win for me. We have a deal?"

"You didn't even have to ask." He pulls you into a quick side hug, and you flash a smile and wave on your way out to the hallway. The grin only widens when you catch sight of a few fuming guys on the other team who obviously witnessed the exchange. Too easy.

There aren't many people in the stands today. Part of it, you think, is the fact that surely, high school volleyball can't be that popular. Then again this is only the preliminary part of the Spring Tournament, and apparently, all the really big, fun matches are yet to come. Most of them won't be until the end of October.

Still, there are a few people who come to watch. Some fisherman type who, based on the exchange between him and someone else who's just joined the cheering section, is from the neighborhood and comes to support Karasuno. The other guy comes in with two kids who must be in early middle school at the absolute oldest. The kids⁴⁰ take an immediate interest in you and Yachi.

"Nee-san, why aren't the two of you also on the court?" one of them asks.

Yachi takes immediate offense. You pretend not to. "D-didn't you know that only one manager is allowed on the bench?"

The other kid peeks out at the court and spots Shimizu. "Ooh. Karasuno must be really cool to have three whole managers!"

Yachi flinches, her eyes darting to you. For a second, you think she's about to say something on your behalf. You would rather that she didn't, so you speak up. "More like, they create so much trouble that they need three whole people running around after them." You roll your eyes playfully. "But really, the redundancy is good. We make up for what the other can't do."

"[n-name]-chan…"

You grin, rest your arms on the railing and your chin on your arms. "Like, Yacchan here's better at talking to people, and creative stuff. I can do heavier lifting and throw troublemakers across the room as needed."

"A-and you're back on that again…" she sighs. She turns to talking with the kids—good for her. You don't know the first thing about all that, so you're happy to leave the job to her while waiting for the match to kick up.

And kick up it does—it seems to fly by. Asahi starts off by absolutely nailing the new serve, and you can't help the little swell of pride as the guys on Ohgi Minami's team seem completely shell-shocked by that alone. Wait until they get to actually play.

From what you've been able to gather, the boys aren't exactly unknown. You'd listened in with pride when, during set-up time, some guys from another school were gossiping about them. All, Kitagawa Daichi's Kageyama and Chidoriyama's Nishinoya, best libero when he was in middle school and they had Seijoh on the ropes at the Inter-high. (They'd immediately killed the intimidating vibes, courtesy of the usual culprits messing around, but it had been a nice moment to overhear.)

The intimidation is well-earned, it seems. That first point hadn't been a fluke—the boys are completely on-point today. Even without the new quick in action just yet, they pull through the first set—16 to 25, hardly even a contest. Not only that, but you're even more confident that these guys aren't fighters now—the way the captain just watched a ball go that he might've saved. This is more serious volleyball than the training camp, and your boys are taking it seriously, but…

You sigh. As fun as it is to watch them kick ass, they're a bit more fun when they have to push themselves.

For a moment, you think things will be different for the second set—someone on the other side yelling at the Ohgi Minami guys from the stands, and even their declaration of battle, imply that maybe they might get there. And maybe in that second set they do try harder, but so do your boys, and in the end, you get one really interesting rally to watch at the very end and, more importantly—

You're not sure if Yachi hugs you, or you hug her, but there you are, cheering as it sinks in that the boys have won the first official match. You feel a little bad about the other team, but not nearly bad enough to not smile with Yachi and then immediately tone it down before a certain someone sees you getting all excited.

You meet up with the boys in the hall, get your Noya-mandated hugs in, pass out drinks and light snacks to keep them fueled as they watch the match of whoever they're going to be playing next. It's one Kakugawa High School versus Nishida High School, and Kakugawa has a very tall guy, so obviously they're kicking ass. Apparently.

"Being that tall isn't even fair…" Tanaka breathes as he peeks in through the gym door. Behind you, Hinata's talking something about fusing with some random shark species? You don't know what he's on about.

"Is being that tall that big of a deal?" you wonder to Noya. "I mean, I know it's an advantage or whatever, but…"

"Aw, are you worried?" Noya teases. "It won't be easy, but watching him play… let's just say, I've got some ideas."

You tilt your head. "Like…?"

"Just watch, and keep giving me your luck." He flashes that usual smile.

You have no fucking clue what he's talking about, but sure.

Your headache builds over the course of the next match. The first set goes to Karasuno, much more balanced than before. Your cheering grows quieter—not because you're less excited, but because the longer you watch, the more your head hurts and the less you can keep up with anything. You're aware enough to know that you should have bothered Sensei for painkillers between matches, that you really should go outside and get some air. Aware enough to remember the moment of genuine worry at the beginning of the first set, and the cheer when the disaster duo broke out the new quick. That, and the horrific spike in pain at the crowd's reaction.

And they win. Of course they win—you of all people know how hard those boys worked. They've earned it.

Then comes packing up, a full spinning hug from Noya that leaves you dizzy in a bad way, and, when Noya and Tanaka offer to Shimizu to help carry the bags, your out to calm down and catch your breath somewhere quiet.

"I'm going to check and make sure no one's left anything behind," Shimizu says to you and Yachi.

You step up with your best smile. "Can I handle it? I need to run to the bathroom, anyway."

She arches a perfect brow. "Are you sure? I don't mind."

"Please? No one let me help carry anything. I wanna do one useful thing today." You smile sweetly, bat your lashes. And, of course, get your way.

"Alright. Meet us outside?"

You grin, nod enthusiastically. Rush off to where everyone had been camping out between matches today.

("Is she okay, do you think?" Shimizu asks when the coast is clear.

Yachi shakes her head. "She was getting really quiet towards the start of the last set. I think her head's acting up again."

Noya crosses his arms and watches you disappear.)

It takes all of two seconds to find a familiar bento box, even though you're purposely lingering now that you're out of the team's sight—Hinata's, wrapped up in some cutesy cloth you'd considered teasing him about earlier today—and confirm that nothing else is remaining. Then, you find a quiet place to sigh and try to regain your bearings.

You just gotta make it through the bus ride home, and then the walk home. You can tell Noya your dad's home, so then you can get alone and go right to bed to sleep off the headache…

Yeah, it's doable.

A deep breath. You press the heels of your palms into your eyes in hopes that the pressure will do something, anything to soothe the growing ache.

You'd never blame Hinata, but right now, you really wish you could be mad at someone for this. You're so fucking tired of the headaches, of not being able to make it through the day. When you get back to school, you—

A presence interrupts your spiral, and you drag your hand down your face to find that you're being cornered by two strangers—troublemaker types by the looks of it. The one who catches your eye and smiles, walks right up with all the confidence in the world, has an undercut and, when he speaks, you catch the flash of a silver tongue piercing in his mouth.

If your head wasn't starting to spin, he might be slightly attractive.

"Hey there," he says with a smooth tone. "You doing alright? Anything I can do to help out a pretty girl like you?"

"Leave me alone, for one thing," you reply. "I'm gonna be running late real soon, and—"

"Aw, come on, don't be like that. It doesn't have to take long, if I could just get your number we can talk after you catch up with whoever it is."

You sigh. "With my boyfriend?"

Somehow, he's not that fazed. "When you break up with him, then?"

"Excuse me?" You raise an eyebrow. God, if you were two percent less dizzy, you'd—

"Um!" comes the interruption of a very familiar shout, and then Hinata's sliding in between the two of you. "S-sorry, but [surname]-san's our manager and we really need to go, so!"

He grabs you, tugs you along. You struggle to keep up, stumble after him, but then he's literally throwing Hinata to the side, and oh hell no—

Your hand balls into a fist. You're about two seconds from actually decking this guy when Hinata full on leaps in the way (holy shit he could probably jump over you if he wanted) and completely distracts the guy, who goes on some complete other tangent that you don't have the energy to follow beyond thank fuck he stopped trying to get my number.

He leaves. You sigh.

"Thanks, Hinata. Sorry about that. You didn't get hurt when he pushed you, did you?"

He shakes his head. "I'm okay. You?"

"Just… head hurts. Probably good. Probably would have gotten arrested if my head didn't get in the way."

"A-arrested!? [surname]-san—"

You laugh, wave it off. "I get a little heated sometimes. He was pissing me off. I was a moment away from punching him, that's all."

"Well… okay…" He frowns.

"Seriously, though. Thank you for helping out. But, um, could you do me a favor and not mention what happened to any of the guys?"

"About your head?"

"No, about that guy hitting on me. You know what Noya-senpai's like. It'd be a whole thing and I just—can't handle things until the head clears up."

There's a beat where he registers the request, and then he nods. "No problem! I'll keep my mouth shut!"

"Great. Thanks. By the way—this's yours, right?" You wave the bento at him. "Cute cloth."

He flushes. "It's—uh—I borrowed it from my little sister!"

If you'd had more energy, you'd tease him properly. As it stands, you can barely muster the energy to drag yourself along beside him on the way back to the bus. There, you're greeted with twin I'm so glad you're safe!s from Noya and surprise guest Tanaka, loud enough to make you cringe and to make them sheepishly apologize.

Painkillers from Sensei, earplugs brought along, and resting your head on Noya—though you'd insisted he sit with one of the guys, since you didn't plan on being an interesting seatmate—delivers you most of the way home. Unlike the Tokyo trips, this drive is only about half an hour, so you don't even really get to fall asleep so much as space out for a little while. When you give up on trying to sleep, you take out one earplug and listen in on whatever conversation has your pillow moving disobediently beneath your head.

"You remember that I said I wouldn't help you with the summer homework⁴¹, right?" Ennoshita is saying.

Noya sighs in defeat. "Right…"

Hinata lets out a pained noise. "How long do we have to finish that, again…?"

"Like a week. You should be fine if you actually sit down and do it."

You whine. "Do you think they'll waive it for me? I haven't even looked at it."

"N-not even you, [surname]-san?"

"My head exploded. I have an excuse."

Yachi turns around from the seat in front of you. "I'm mostly done. Do you want to work on it together?"

You pick up your head, teary-eyed. "Y-Yacchan…"

"Yachi-san! [surname]-san! Do you guys wanna work on it together, too? Kageyama and I need help…" Hinata pipes up.

"We could host something," Noya offers. "You guys all wanna come over tomorrow?"

Suddenly, the conversation is off the rails—they're discussing logistics, hosting, whatever while you completely fail to keep up. One thing you manage, though—shooting off a text or two.

[name] to Rina-san at 16:53

[name]: hi rina-san! Sorry to bother you—Senpai's talking about maybe having like five people (including me) over for a couple hours tomorrow for a summer homework session and I think he forgot to run it by you lol. Is that alright? I was already planning on handling the snacks

Rina-san: that's perfectly fine with me. Thank you for asking! I'll text the girls and make sure they know

You slip Noya's phone out of his pocket just as it buzzes with a new text or two.

Okaa-san to Nishinoyas at 16:57

Okaa-san: girls, yuu's gonna have some friends over tomorrow if there's no objections

Okaa-san: no one has any plans right??

Satsuki: why is yuu not telling us directly hmm

Okaa-san: [name]-chan was the one to let me know

Satsuki: say no more. Bring on the idiot friends + [name]-chan

Yuu: aw, be nice. They're all smart, they just don't worry about academics until it gets in the way of volleyball

Satsuki: DIFFERENT TYPING STYLE SPOTTED

Satsuki: IS THAT THE BONUS SISTER I SEE?

Yuu: I stole his phone again 💝 he's discussing plans with the others but my head hurts too much to keep up so I figured I'd worry about the other logistics. Like making sure he could actually invite a bunch of people over

Mei: hi [name]-chan! How were the matches?

Yuu: volleyboys did great. We're almost back at the school

Yuu: they'll be moving on to the next stage of the qualifiers at the end of october! 🎉

Kaede: CONGRATS YUU (whenever you give him his phone back)

Mei: 🎉

Satsuki: dammit now I have to wait at least a week before calling him a loser. Worst possible news 

Yuu: which means we now have to worry about summer homework. Which I haven't started bc in my defense, the concussion,

Yuu: we're hoping to study session our way to actually getting stuff done. Which means probably me and our other first-year manager corralling four boys who can only focus when volleyball is involved

Satsuki: oo the mythical third manager is coming? Is she cute?

Yuu: she's adorable. Full-on cute aggression is involved

Satsuki: 👀 gay?

Yuu: unclear. She hasn't really shown interest in anyone of any gender.

Yuu: but if noya-senpai wanted to protect ME from you then she definitely couldn't handle you, nee-san. She's too sweet, sorry 💔

Satsuki: 💔

"Oi, is that my phone?" Noya's voice cuts in suddenly.

You glance up with a grin. "If you couldn't feel me literally reach into your pocket to grab it, I think that's on you. Rina-san says it's okay to have people over tomorrow, though."

"Oh! Great! I totally forgot to ask."

A laugh. "I figured as much. Don't worry, Senpai, I got you. The girls hold no objections, either, but I'm getting the weird sense that Satsuki-nee's gonna pop in at some point, as a heads up. She's curious about the mythical bonus girl. Yacchan, you're coming, right?"

"Yeah! It sounds fun!"

"Cool cool, I've warned Satsuki."

"Um—warned?"

You laugh. "Don't worry about it. Nee-san's just a little forward."

"Oh, um, okay—wait, forward?"

"Again, don't worry about it!"

This does not seem to placate her as the bus turns into the school. Eventually, you have to give Noya his phone back, and on the walk home, you bicker over snack logistics in preparation for tomorrow. You just hope that your headache will calm enough to get something done tomorrow.

40. I did some SCOURING about these kids and found out, essentially, that we don't know shit about them other than they're Old Coach Ukai's students. On one hand, this means I get to do whatever I want. On the other hand [anguished wailing] I HAVE TO NAME THEM??? I may end up not doing so, since I don't plan for them to be extremely plot-important and also I don't want to.

41. You would not believe how insistent the internet is on just NOT FUCKING TELLING ME shit about high school summer homework. I basically know that it exists, but all the information in English is about, like, "I have an elementary schooler and we want to travel during summer break how do summer homework" or the kinds of things elementary and maybe middle school students do for summer homework. The main thing I was able to find related to specifically high school students beyond summer homework existing was actually a paper⁴² analyzing the disparity between how important teachers thought specific summer homework tasks were and how important the students performing them thought they were, and this study was solely limited to English courses and related homework. In the end I decided to just handwave it as "they've got a bunch of worksheets and practice problem packets and maybe some stuff to read".

42. Tsunehisa Isaji, "Relationships Between Teachers' Instructions on Homework to Japanese High School Students and Their Homework Activities" Japan Society of English Language Education 20 (2009): 211-220. https://doi.org/10.20581/arele.20.0_211

Tags: @deeplightgarden @idonthaveanameideayet @dusstory @kazunish

[friedesgreatscythe]

my therapist and i decided i'm going to move to sessions every other week, which obviously is a sign of progress on my part. we even ended this session early because i couldn't think of anything to discuss and analyze; the things i did bring up he nodded along with and agreed that i'd come to a healthy perspective about, and that i already knew i had to put those thoughts into practice. nothing i was saying were things he had to correct or offer suggestions against, and it's kinda weird to be told by your therapist that you leave them speechless.

i have all the tools in hand (well, in mind, since they're perspectives) to look after myself, gained from all the work he and i have done. i'm already committing myself to making goals and sticking to how to bring those goals into practice (however uncomfortable it makes me, but the discomfort is good because it means i'm working against bad habits that only held me back!!). i'm coming up with healthy counters to my negative, destructive thinking on my own and also acknowledging that i have to keep reminding myself of them so that they stick. i'm looking after myself! and sure i'll stumble along the way but i'm also smart enough to know to get back on track and know how to do it.

it's weird to assert these things because it requires confidence, and i don't have much confidence in myself, but i should! i'm incredibly smart and determined, but i'm not used to positive feedback, praise, or any acknowledgement of my hard work being worthy of praise at all. which means i should give myself a pat on the back! i do healthy, difficult things because i know they're the right thing to do, despite the absolute vacuum of encouragement and comfort i live in!! holy shit that's incredible, isn't it?

anyway this is just a long way to say i gotta put in more hustle if i want the plague book to get into 'polished draft i can show to friends' state by the ides of march lmao because i'm still in the "typing up the messy second draft so i can then tear it apart in rewrites" phase. but yknow, not only is my deadline helping me push towards finishing it, the promise i made to myself to commit to my dream because it's my dream, but also a way i can give back to @sapphire-weapon and have my dream help her too is nudging me along. and it's been so, so long since i last felt this way. i can't remember the last time i felt so hopeful and determined and relentlessly dedicated. i think the last time was when i was in college, tbh, which was a decade ago.

i went through some grueling, raw, horrific ten years to get to this place again, and i deserve not just to revel in it, but to use this newfound strength and focus to build a little sanctuary here.

[bugbutton]

feels like i haven't really talked about my life in a while. it has been... a lot.

my former father's birthday was early in december, only a couple of days after i had texted him an ultimatum. basically, I had said, "if you are going to be in my life, you have to get professional help, and don't talk to me until you're ready to be a father," to which he said he was going to make good on that promise. then sometime in the early hours of the next morning he texted my mom to tell her that the reason he has been traveling so much is because he met someone there and that he wanted a divorce. i found out, not because he told us (because apparently he was mad that mom had told me and my sibling. hello?? it's our right to know) but because i called my mom that day, worrying for my father, because i hadn't heard from him and i was hurt by what he had said and done, and she told me right then because even though she was going to wait until she knew my fiance was home from work so that i had someone there when she told me, but because i had called, she just had to tell me then. i didn't take it well. i genuinely thought dante might become the new "host" during that time; it was almost exclusively him fronting, and it was scary and difficult to get through but i am so grateful to him and so proud of him.

so, obviously that sucked. but we still had plans to visit my fiance's family for the holidays, and we did, and the road trip went well, but... maybe it's because i've recently been through a lot of traumatic shit, but i was having, like, trauma responses/heart pounding/shaking and trembling almost constantly throughout our trip. it was so, so fucking difficult. and then of course we got sick with some respiratory crap that knocked us both on our asses as soon as we got home.

then, my mom and my younger sibling came to visit, because my younger sibling is moving in with us. this has been planned for a long while, but it wasn't supposed to be like this. my mom brought a lot of her stuff, too, for us to have, because she is having to move out of the house that i grew up in, that we've lived in for the past 20 years. i had to stay the night there before our road trip and it was awful. nothing was different about it at the time, things weren't packed up or anything, and i haven't seen it since then, but even as it was, it felt cold and empty and lonely and bitter. there used to be a family there, and now it's just ghosts, and my sibling stayed with us when my mother went back to that house to stay all by herself, without her children, without her dog (our family dog who passed away a few years ago), without the person she was married to for 30 years as of september, only for everything to fall apart barely two months later...

my father did actually go to rehab, and he completed it and got released. i don't have any contact with him online, but he mailed me a letter which arrived on my birthday. i debated whether to even open it at all, but i had to know what it said. he wrote that he had thought about me a lot during his treatment. i don't know how that makes me feel. part of me is happy or relieved to know that, but it also makes me sad because he's thinking about me, i'm sure he loves me, the past 25 years of me as his child can't have been a waste, right? and it makes me angry because he's thinking about me, but that isn't good enough; there's nothing he can say or do or think that will undo or justify the harm he has caused me and my sibling and my mother and the rest of our family. i don't know whether he realizes that; i doubt it. he said that treatment has been the best thing he's done, and that it has helped him and that he has made friendships that he thinks will be lifelong. his letter did not contain the words "I'm sorry," or any mention of any of the harm that has been done to any of us. he said something about "rebuilding his life." hope that goes however you deserve for it to go, old man. don't let the door hit you on your way out.

anyway shit kind of sucks, i might be sick again, but i've survived another day of this bullshit, so life can choke on it.

[magpiejay1234]

So let's go through Episode 128.

After the recap, Leo starts the ARC-V's process. He states capsules, and the ARC-V reactor are connected, the machine is now at an accelerated state, and will soon swallow all the four dimensions.

Yuya states he doesn't care about ARC-V or Ray, but Leo cannot be forgiven for what he has done to Bracelet Girls.

Yuya asks Reiji to do this with him, Reiji obliges. Yuto reminds Yuya of Z-ARC, Yuya states he won't be awoken unless they lose their calm. Yuto states they need to hurry to save the girls.

Yuya starts with Gazer magicians. Yuya's Summon of Odd-Eyes Pendulum Dragon reminds Leo of Odd-Eyes Dragon in the past.

Yusho has a flashback about Yuya, saying how the values he imprinted on him will help him. But he starts questioning when he started to believe his own egaoist ideology.

Yusho has a flashback with Shuzo, he is without his stubble here. As Shuzo changes Yuzu's diapers, Yusho asks where his wife is, and why he is doing this alone. Shuzo states he has long forgotten about it, and states Yuzu has no mother, but a gift from God. Yusho states he didn't think too deeply about this back then. He states he is not even sure of that memory.

Yusho wonders what Shuzo told about his presumed wife. He starts wondering what he and Yoko were doing back when Yuya was born... then realizes those day-to-day memories may not have happened.

This brief interlude is largely a red-herring. The kids were indeed kids back then, even if they were not biologically born, but the parents who assumed the children had their memories "hazed" a bit to make them believe they were. But they were still raised by the parents assigned to them, right from the start.

Yusho's memories are being screwed mostly because of the interdimensional merger.

Reiji starts his multi-Summon. Girls comment on it, Rin comments on his Tuner monster, and Synchro. Ruri comments on Reiji's Xyz Summon.

Leo commends Reiji's multi-Summons from Pendulum, stating he took arms while he was gone. Reiji states its too early to commend, and seals Leo's ED Summons.

A brief break, Leo's Deck supposedly has all Summoning methods, even though we only see the Fusion, which is not in this episode. This is kind of important, since this Deck will likely be printed soon.

Yuya, and Yuto are happy about this, Reiji taunts Leo to break his wall. Leo states such self confidence, and continues his talk about Yuya being Z-ARC. Reiji does not budge. Yuya states he and Yuto will keep Z-ARC in check.

Reiji states Yuya is his friend, and Leo's ego is what threatening Z-ARC's revival. Leo states Z-ARC will try to revive anyway.

Yuya states Yuto has the same egaoist ideology as him, he will stop Z-ARC, and protect the girls. Yuzu is happy about this, Ruri makes a comment about how Yuto kept his promise to her. Yuto states her words were what supporting him.

Leo starts his Pendulum. Reiji, and Yuya are shocked. So is Yusho.

A bit of a break here, we will talk about this more in detail, but in the very first episode of the show, Yuya's Pendulum Summon did not break any of Leo Corporation's equipment, meaning in the original plot of the show, Leo was supposed to know how Pendulums work way back from Zarc, and Ray's earlier prototype designs of Pendulums from the United World. This doesn't quite work with the current canon of the show, but that was the original idea it seems, quite obviously in fact.

In the current canon, Leo presumably learned about this through Academia's datasets.

Yuzu, and Serena note how Leo can't Pendulum with same scales, but Leo copies Timegazer's scale. Yuya is distressed about this.

A brief break here. Leo's Spirit Crystal monsters, while not the full set, are supposed to be based off Paracelsus's Elemental Spirits:

These are the same basis as Vector's "V" cards, though Leo's Deck references Amnael's Alchemy Deck.

Pendulum Governor is seemingly based on one of the archangels, presumably Michael. Much like Pendulum Ruler, it has several mechanical pins that look like angel choirs.

Leo destroys Odd-Eyes, and Reiji's Fusion, undoing his ED Summon seal. Leo states they cannot do anything, and he will stop Z-ARC's resurrection.

Leo states Reiji's leadership was laudable, but states Lancers only had one strategy against Academia, and didn't consider they might exceed his expectations. Leo states, for someone at the top of the corporate chain, this was immature.

We cut to Edo, and Kaito. Kaito wonders if Doktor was controlling him. Edo states they need to chase them either way.

The capsules start working. Girls are scared. Leo is gloating. Yuya, and Yuto get angry, and lose control.

Leo states Reiji should do it now (referring to ending Yuya), and states he should do it to save the divided world. Z-ARC, in control of Yuya, asks Leo who caused that, and he is merely meeting people's expectations for a more violent Duel.

Reira is disturbed by Yuya's anger, Leo states that was Z-ARC, Yuzu doesn't believe him. Leo continues to try to bring Reiji to his side. Yuya, after Reiji's comment, tries to keep Z-ARC in check with Yuto.

Yusho starts wondering about Yuya-Z-ARC connection.

Yuya Pendulum Summons, and demands Leo to stop. Yusho wonders why Z-ARC is trying to revive.

Yuya states he will defeat Leo for sure for making Yuzu scared, and loses control once more.

Yuya Summons Gatlinghoul. Yusho gets that Z-ARC is trying to revive to return to his former self.

A brief note on Gatlinghoul, it is mixture of Mr. Hyde, and Paul Muni's depiction of Scarface in the 1932 version. Of course, 1983 version takes place in Miami (though the original presumably takes place in Chicago), which is the inspiration of Maiami City, Yuya's home town.

As Yuya attacks Leo, Yusho states Z-ARC was the strongest Duelist, and he is doing this to regain his former status. After this, Yusho wonders if Z-ARC chose him to be resurrected as a Duelist, so he can be used to raise his avatar to awaken him.

Yuya tries to use Gatlinghoul's second effect to finish the Duel, the girls note about this. Yusho states if his assumptions are correct, he unwittingly helped Z-ARC's revival.

Next episode will continue the Leo Duel.

That's the episode, here's the meta.

Leo's Alchemy Deck is of course a reference to Amnael from GX, who was using multiple bodies to keep his soul alive. As Leo's Pendulum Summon chant suggests, Leo's Deck is about the spiritual aspects of alchemy as a form of purification from sin.

As seen on Spirit Reactor's artwork, though, the Spirit Techs also serve as spirit capture devices, which makes sense as Leo is trying to get Ray's essence back. It also makes sense considering the Alchemy theme of GX, and its association with Fusion.

Gatlinghoul's Mr. Hyde allusion is obvious, Z-ARC is Mr. Hyde to Yuya's Dr. Jekyll, but the Scarface allusions are probably more on the nose, since both Scarfaces are about a criminal from poor conditions getting mad with power by reaching to the top too quickly, and being unable to keep the power for long.

More details about the original 1932 Scarface.

Most of the stuff involving Yusho here are red herrings, as we will find out later. Unclear if the whole "did Z-ARC plan everything" red herring is a joke reference to Shin Yoshida's plots, or Zorc being implied to be connected to many seemingly random events in manga, and animé in DM, beyond its primary purpose of artificially increasing the tension.

Bulk of Leo's Deck is LIGHT Attribute, and have a heavenly theme, hence why Reiji doesn't have any LIGHT monster, and are mostly Demons. It is unclear if this will continue, but so far it has.

Until Z-ARC Leo will be our final Pendulum using antagonist, hence why Yuri will be retroactively be given Pendulums for his animé Deck, in Dimension Force.

Bracelet Girls are given a fair amount of commentary role here, since they won't be relevant very soon. So this is kind of their final hurrah.

The ambiguity of Shuzo's comments makes one wonder if Shuzo had some sort of heartbreak, though within the context of show, it only serves as something to temporarily to deepen the mystery, which will be cleared soon.

Yuya's comments about Ray, and ARC-V reactor are funny, since Ray will literally become his Link Monster as Beyond the Pendulum, and the current opening has Yuya chilling in the United World. Yuya's comments continue to backfire against him.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

(ii)

FF Captain: I-I had assumed they were dead, but maybe they're still alive!

Th-Then we've gotta go back for them!

Hina, I understand, but we have too little time as is! Even if we succeed in redirecting the explosion, if you're still inside the factory when the reaction goes off-

So we're just gonna leave him!? He's still alive in there! You're just gonna let him die!?

Hina, we don't know where he is! He'll probably be dead by the time you get to him! And we can't risk losing you as well!

Please just...let it go...We've done what we can; we need to stop this bomb to make sure the rest of Japan doesn't go with us!

...

...Sorry...But no...I won't accept that.

Hina-! Hina, wait!

FF Captain: Ms Asahina, I'll come too! If you're going then I need to. These men are my responsibility.

Then you stay here and look after them. They're my responsibility too. Should always have been.

Plus, I'm a fast runner. I'll be in and out, I promise.

Hina, wait! Where are you going!?

*Hina pries the door open again just before its about to close. Sakura grabs her arm and halts her.

I don't care what any of you say. Go get Uchui and save yourselves! I'm getting that soldier!

Guh!

HINA, NO! WAIT! NOO!

*Hina writhes out of Sakura's grip, and jumps out of the chopper back into the factory.

...! Geh...

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*Meanwhile, in the factory, Kaede uses the Mozart MK2 to pry open another door and let Kokichi down the hallway towards the reactor room.

Alright...So it's down this hallway, down a few steps, and it's a beeline straight to that engine room. I got this.

Kokichi, maybe I should do it. With my spear, I could probably get there and back faster-

Didn't you hear what that weird looking guy said? If we go too fast, we could trigger the reaction prematurely. Plus, you've never dealt with something like this before.

And you have?

You don't know me.

Kokichi!

*Kaito, Maki, Kirumi and Gonta all run up to Kokichi, Kaede and Shuichi, all looking exasperated.

You guys! Wh-Where's Tenko and Ryoma?

Looking after Himiko. But we just got the rundown from the Chairwoman. Kokichi...You're seriously going down there!?

If I don't, then we can kiss Hiroshima and at least 1.194 million innocent lives goodbye. I can't stop the explosion, but if I redirect it into the ground, at least it's just the factory that goes.

But...I-Is there no way to do it from here? To redirect explosion, Gonta mean!?

No. We have to do it manually. Any alternative method, and we get the complete opposite outcome from what we want. We could trigger the explosion early.

That's not a risk we can take.

Ok, but why Kokichi!?

Because I have a deft hand, I'm speedy, and I know how to work these things. I did basically the exact same thing with the energy vats the last time I was here.

Not nuclear, obviously, but still, same principle. I know what it is I'm doing.

We can be Heroes.

Right up there! I see them!

I'm on it!

*Parked in the hangar is a Future Foundation helicarrier, a big chopper used to store several items at once it it's lofty back. A few of the Foundation members, namely Hina, Hiro, Sakura, Taka, Chihiro and Miaya, jump into the back of this vehicle as per Byakuya's request, and Hiro hurries to the front and takes control.

Gonna be honest here Hiro...I had no idea you knew how to pilot one of these things.

Yeah, I learned shortly after the Final Killing Game, but my skills are a little rusty. Still, can you put up with me for at least a little until we get all these guys to safety?

It's ok. I trust you.

*Hiro steers the chopper to an upper level; where several injured or otherwise indisposed Future Foundation soldiers are stuck like sitting ducks on a higher platform; being careful to stay just out of the range of the licking flames beneath them. Taka and Sakura pry open the door, and eagerly start beckoning them all inside.

COME ON, LET'S GO! EVERYONE IN, HURRY!

HUP-TWO! HUP-TWO! HUP-TWO! COME ON!

*The soldiers make their way into the chopper and start to fill it up. Some saunter on slower than others, due to their injuries. Chihiro and Miaya immediately start providing them first-aid.

...Hm...

Woah!?

Wha-!?

Huh!?

*Taka meanwhile, looks down at the ground below, as familiar faces and allies look like they just pop into existence in a safe spot in the forest, far outside the factory.

Hm...Kamukura works fast...VERY fast...

All the better for us. We'll have to leave it to our allies to make sure the explosion is redirected. Then all will be over...hopefully.

I don't like that "hopefully" at the end there.

I'm trying to be optimistic, but I'm also being realistic. Our chances of surviving this are slim.

Hold on...Captain, is that you!?

FF Captain: M-Ms Asahina!

You know them?

Yeah, these guys are Branch 13. They're my squadron...At least they were...

FF Captain: You're technically still Branch 13's head, so I still need to report to you.

Alright then. What's the status, Captain?

FF Captain: Thankfully, we managed to clear this whole floor on the way out. No outright casualties, but not everyone is accounted for. One soldier is missing, presumed dead.

Alright. Good work. That's a shame though...

Everyone, hold on to something! We're getting out of here!

*Hiro starts to move the chopper.

We should probably go and pick up Uchui. We don't wanna leave him like a sitting duck while the ground beneath him explodes.

Right. Hiro! Let's get a move on!

Got it!

*Hiro starts to close the door to the carrier, but before he can, he's halted.

W-Wait! Stop!

Huh!?

Do any of you...hear that...? Well, no, I suppose you wouldn't...

Hear what?

*Miaya pulls up a scanner on her monitor, and repeats some audio that reaches her.

???: H-Help...S-Somebody...help...

Who...is that...?

FF Captain: Sir! Remember what I was just saying about how we had one soldier unaccounted for! I'm pretty certain that's them!

Really!?

[malulls]

Stay with me

Manorian roommates au

Masterlist

This happened a few months before Not even close, it's a flashback to when they slept together for the first time

The rain had brought a bit of freshness to the heated summer air. Dorian's hair was wet from the walk from his car to his building, which ruined all the perfect mess he had made before leaving home. He smiled as Manon's complaints about how long it took him to do his hair filled his mind.

The elevator stopped, and his smile grew as his favorite neighbor entered. Gwyneth and he quickly got into a conversation about their currently readings, though it didn't last long as her floor arrived. They said goodbye, with a promise to finish the talk by messages, and Dorian waved to her boyfriend, Azriel, who was waiting for Gwyn at the door.

He finally arrived at his apartment, finding Manon at the kitchen counter. He didn't expect her to be drinking.

He was ready to make a joke about what had made her drink so early, but her face made him freeze.

She looked... empty. That was the only way he could find to describe her appearance. She barely acknowledged him, just gave him a glance before looking blankly at the wall.

Dorian slowly sat down on the bench next to her, worrying settling in his mind.

— Hey, witchling. What is wrong?

At first he thought she wouldn't answer, but then she said "nothing," so low he almost didn't hear. He had never seen her like that.

—  It's obviously something, if it has made you... Well, like this. What just happened?

— Does it matter? — she asked, still in a low voice, but with a slightly aggressive tone this time. And reached for the bottle to fill her glass again.

Dorian frowned. He usually had no problem reading Manon, but he couldn't tell what she was feeling.

 Maybe because it looks like she's not feeling anything.

— If it's about you, of course it matters.

Her face scowled, as if she would answer harshly. Instead, she began to play with her glass, watching the amber liquid move. 

— Don't you get tired?

— Of what?

Manon opened her mouth, but closed it again, still looking like she wasn't there. She just emptied her glass. Again.

— Nothing.

For the first time since he arrived, she looked at him, and her hazy eyes showed that she was not sober. That relieved Dorian a little, because at least it could explain the nonsense. But not the melancholy under that haze.

— You look so sad.

He caressed her cheek, as gently as he could, but she shook her head and drew away, as if he had slapped her instead. 

— Don't do this.

He knew she didn't have the usual reactions to displays of affection, but she never acted like that with him. He kept in mind that she was drunk, instead of thinking too much about what that meant.

— You're not going to tell me, are you?

She just nodded, to say no. Dorian gave up, a light irritation rising on the edge of his mind as he grabbed the bottle before she could drink anymore.

— Hey?

The blankness on her face rose to meet his annoyance.

— We both know you didn't eat before drinking, and you can't wake up with a hangover tomorrow, you have to work. I'll ask food.  

Manon didn't argue, because she knew he was right. She just barked a "fine", took the glass he had filled with water for her and walked out of the kitchen, slamming the door of her room.

—

Manon hadn't left her bedroom for hours.

She ignored Dorian completely when he left food on her table, even though she had eaten, because the son of a bitch was right. If there was any way she could feel worse than she already did, a hangover would do it.

She had compulsively marathoned a suspense series, trying to ignore the painful knot in her throat, that thing under her skin. Only when Dorian's bedroom door closed, and she was sure he was sleeping, she left the room.

And only when she turned the shower on and he couldn't hear her anymore she started to cry.

The emotional storm that she had been trying to keep on edge all day crashed over her. She hated to cry. The drink had barely kept it away, and she almost didn't hold back when Dorian arrived, wanting to understand what had happened and take care of her. Fuck, she almost shattered when he stroked her cheek in that way. 

Manon leaned her forehead against the cold wall, trying to calm herself. She hated her grandmother.

Hated, hated, hated.

Everything she said was crushing on her mind, again and again. All the hateful words about how useless she was, all her flaws spat in her face, the many ways she had failed and still failed.

Never enough. Never.

Her fists clenched, holding back the impulse to punch the wall.

They were words. Only words. Words that could have hurt a child, a teenager, but should make no difference to me now.

But there she was, crying.

Ridiculous.

And she still met her grandmother when she asked, even if she had no obligations to do so. Even after promising herself that she would not look at that woman's face again as soon as she left her house.

Like a chained dog, she thought bitterly. She didn't know why she couldn't just let that go. 

When her sobs stopped, after a long time, she stepped out of the shower, and turned the lights off while she dressed. She didn't want to look at her face.

Manon threw herself on her bed and curled up, trying to prepare herself for the shitty day coming tomorrow.

She held back a groan when her bedroom door opened. Why she was surprised? Dorian was as silent as her until he laid down on the other side of the bed.

— Are you awake?

She nodded.

— What are you doing here? — Manon was glad that at least she didn't sound rude, although her voice seemed weak.

— I thought maybe you needed a hug. 

He took her arm, as softly as ever, and pulled her closer. Manon sighed, leaving her efforts to ignore him. She wanted the damn hug. His hair was still damp from the bath, spreading the smell of his shampoo she liked so much on her pillow. 

— I'm sorry for earlier. It's okay if you don't want to tell me now. But when you're ready, if you change your mind, I'll be here.

Manon wondered what he saw when he looked at her. Beyond the beauty, the ice. She wondered if he saw the truth.

She had heard for a long time that her pretty face might hide her well, but as soon as someone found out what was in the heart she had even doubted she truly had, they wouldn't want to be anywhere near her.

He tensed, and only then she realized how firmly she was holding him. But he didn't complain. He just dragged her closer, held her tighter. The small kiss he left on her forehead made her chest ache.

— I'm not going anywhere, witchling.

Dorian had known her for two years, he knew who she was, he chose to be near her. But her grandmother's voice was too loud in her mind to let her be convinced. 

Maybe it wasn't just about him staying with her, but her not letting him go either. She had already done it once with her cousin, and she would always regret it. Asterin hadn't given up on her, and Manon would always be grateful to her for that. She wouldn't make the same mistake twice. As long as she could, she wouldn't let Dorian go.

And he stayed exactly where he said he would. With her.

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[thejustmaiden]

So out of nowhere I was tagged and quoted by a SR shipper for a blog of mine posted in August of last year. Talk about throwback but, hey, gotta appreciate that level of snooping. 😉

Back in the day I actually used to encourage discourse amongst Inuyasha fans- both shippers and antis alike- but I've since realized that it's a lost cause. But for you, @feministmetalgreymon , I'll grant this exception. Just 'cause it's been a while so why the hell not. haha

I want to assure you, however, that nothing you say will ever convince me that Sesshomaru and Rin are meant to be together romantically or that the story intended it so. Nor will you find any validation here. You can ship them for all I care, but please for all that is good and holy while I have your attention try- I mean really try- to understand why it is so many of us Inuyasha fans are so against this pairing in the first place (newsflash: it's not about ship wars), and why we believe a romance between the two of them is completely and utterly out of character.

For those of you interested in reading this, the blog of mine in question that the above shipper mentions in their counter-argument is here for reference. It's titled "Jaken = Rin's Dad?" I'm going to try and keep this short, but I'm also making no such promises. After all, I'm not exactly known for my brevity. haha Now let's get crackin'!

Like you, feministmetalgreymon, did for your recent blog here where you took screenshots of mine to address certain parts, I will be doing the same and dissecting yours accordingly.

[Snippet 1]

I worked with kids for many years as a teacher, and many people in my family have too or still do. Two of them happen to be just over 5 feet which is quite short for the average adult woman living here. I've also worked alongside many a women of short stature, and never did I hear any of them complaining of issues with their students having difficulty differentiating them from their own peers just because they were short as well. I'm sorry but that's just ridiculous. Kids are quite smart and pick up on a lot more than you seem to give them credit for. Height is not the only characteristic they look at to determine who's an adult and who's not, and it's foolish to suggest otherwise. So unless you're a babysitter who's still in their teens and/or who has very childlike features or behavior then I'm afraid what you're getting at is total hogwash. This is just another example of how you shippers offer nothing of real substance to your reasoning, it's only ever cherry-picking or strawmanning from you guys. Stop deflecting from the real issues please, because this certainly isn't one and only winds up being a complete waste of time for all parties involved.

[Snippet 2]

Okay, calm down now. I wasn't insinuating that relationships between parents and children can't change over time in terms of how they get along. Of course that's possible, as all families experience their fair share of estrangement and abuse. What I was speaking about was in reference to the overall dynamic between the two. Because a bad mother or father can still be viewed as a parental figure to their child even if say they're not in said child's life anymore. Since Sesshomaru and Rin share a healthy bond- and just a friendly reminder that in my blog I even said that he doesn't have to necessarily be labeled her father but that a romantic relationship later would still be inappropriate- I didn't deem it necessary to address what you brought up. Plus, it kinda, umm, misses the point?? Please, let's stay on topic. And it's not captured in the screenshot, but stop acting like there isn't a small part of them that idolizes their parents at some point during childhood. Just like you mention later on how it's normal for kids to have innocent crushes on adults that they eventually grow out of? Well, guess what, the same concept applies here. Kids eventually learn that their parents are far from perfect and make mistakes too. Rin is so damn young in the OG series though that we never even get to see her reach that maturity level.

[Snippet 3]

LOL! Alright, okay, so the "unbreakable bond" bit you're mentioning was actually me quoting you sessrinners. Did you not catch that? I literally spelled it out. *sigh* The whole point I was making is that shippers like yourself make hypocritical and contradictory statements all.the.goddamn.time. One moment you guys claim that Sesshomaru and Rin were essentially strangers and meant very little to each other, only to say in the same breath a few seconds later that they were destined to be together and their bond is like no other. I agree, their bond is special, but why must that mean they're going to fall in love?

That is the root of the matter here. Too many animes/mangas have romanticized this older adult man & young girl growing up falling in love trope that it's become way too normalized and widely accepted across the world- and yes, in some cultures more than others. Sadly, you lack the awareness to recognize how this all works. You know how we know that? When we see that you shippers are so desensitized to sexualized images of girls in the media that you share posts like this one below which *subtly* imply a future romance although one half of that pairing is still just a child in the pic and then try and pass it off as cute. That's like super fucking problematic and it scares me that you can't see that (or deny you do). 🤢

After all that's said and done, Sesshomaru leaving Rin in the village with Kaede is to me the strongest indicator more than pretty much anything else he's done for Rin that proves he is her adoptive father. It's so funny to me how you somehow see the exact opposite though. 🤔 What I think is happening is that you got yourself on some squeaky clean ass shipper goggles fresh out of your little echo chamber. Because I hate to tell you, but what you're fantasizing is what you want to see and not what's actually there on screen or was written into the story. I'm strictly talking about Inuyasha and the manga of course. [For the TL; DR version skip to the last paragraph.]

Parents looking after their kids is what parents are supposed to do. A good parent will do anything to keep their child safe and ensure they are cared for, so what he did for her by leaving her there was in her best interests clearly. Besides, as a babysitter, you more than most people should understand that parents aren't always able to be there for their kids so sometimes others gotta step in to help. Haven't you heard of the saying, "it takes a village to raise a child?" Which in Rin's case is literally true! 😂 Sometimes kids are even sent off to stay with grandparents and that's who raises them instead. Or maybe they have to temporarily live with an aunt or uncle because their single parent's job requires they work out of town 4-5 days of the week so they're hardly home. But that doesn't mean that the parents care or love their kids any less, and it's foolish to assume that Sesshomaru must have thought very little of Rin simply due to the fact that he made the decision to leave her in the village. Come on, y'all are acting like he abandoned her there!!

It's just given the circumstances Sesshomaru finally came to learn that Rin traveling with him was no longer safe. I also like to think it's because he wished for her to live a more normal life and to learn how to fully trust humans again. Plus, continuing to travel with him as young as she was would have proven dangerous and unwise. Now for you to know all this and still manage to turn his past actions towards her while she was just a child into a romantic gesture is what boggles my mind. Regardless of how you look at it, from my perspective or your own, Sesshomaru is in the wrong. Either he's a father figure who impregnates his daughter at the young age of approximately 14. OR he's this man she used to travel with who maybe isn't a father to her but who nonetheless basically rapes her since kids her age can't consent to sex with an adult. Idk about you but it sounds to me like nobody here wins with either scenario we're given. In other words, you should be just as mad as we are. If only one side didn't choose to forsake their morals they know we both have in common for the sake of a ship. Welp. 🤷‍♀️

I agree, incest is disgusting but that's not the only problem we have with this pairing. A romantic bond forming between Sesshomaru and Rin would also constitute as grooming.

You realize that over the years he visited her in the village that he brought her gifts too and essentially watched her grow up right before his very eyes, right? I mean, I know you do, but I really shouldn't have to explain further why pursuing a romantic/sexual relationship with each other is plain and simple wrong. And before you say it's not because he didn't have any malintent, please understand that considering their history and power dynamic up to then that yes this is still considered grooming even if Rin supposedly "wanted it" or "made the first move." Whether you consider him her father or not, as the adult who took on a role resembling that of a caretaker in her early life- a critical developmental time for a child- Sesshomaru is obligated to turn down any advances by Rin and most definitely should not initiate any himself. As the first close adult figure she's had in her life since her parents died, it's unfathomable to imagine how Sesshomaru could go through with taking advantage of this young girl who was under his care and supervision since they met. To think he could be capable of betraying that trust sickens me to the core.

This. Now THIS is how a parent/guardian or a similar adult caretaker (babysitter, teacher, etc.) talks to a child. And, in turn, this is how some young children talk to adults. You'd be insane and delusional to deny it! We see it in our everyday lives, do we not? From where else do you think our stories draw most of their inspiration? Yes, obviously these fictional universes have aspects of fantasy that don't exist in the real world, but so how then do you suppose we're able to relate to them? The reason for that being is because these stories are written by people for people, so naturally there are going to be real life aspects embedded throughout. Sure, a little escapism doesn't hurt as we don't need to take everything so seriously, but ultimately we all need to recognize that the messages in the stories we tell matter. Most stories possess a combination of both light and dark themes, but when it specifically comes to the latter we gotta be careful with how we tackle this in children's media since kids are far more impressionable.

So if at the center of a story we have two of the main protagonists whose mom is basically their same age and to top it off she knew their dad when she was just a girl and who just so happened to help raise her, wouldn't you say that's beyond fucked up or at the very least so fucking weird? Like why would we think it's even remotely okay for our children to watch this garbage?? Really think about it. Try and be objective for once and think about how it would sound explaining this storyline to an outsider who's never watched IY or HNY. Well, antis have tried this before many times and we always get the same reaction: Ewww!

Like I said earlier, if you wanna ship it then fine, but 1) please stop seeking our approval or trying to change our minds - your ship wish came true didn't it, so why do you need us to validate it? 2) even though it's not canon, respect that we don't support this sequel portraying pedophilia in a positive light. It's harmful af to not only allow but glorify the continuation of sexualized images of young girls everywhere. And I shouldn't have to say this, but just because this trope is popular as you say does not make it right. Lolicon themes in the media have been an issue forever and it needs to stop. Yes, even some people in Japan or "the East" would agree. Shocker!

We're pissed off and rightfully so because Yashahime's TV rating is 14, not to mention it airs at the prime time kids in Japan watch TV after getting home from school. That's Towa and Setsuna's age, true, but if Rin being the mom when she's like only a year older than them (please don't argue w/ me about the math- antis have so far been right every time with it) is straight-up disgusting and not something we should be supporting or endorsing. Rin's a whole ass child!! Please don't start with the "but times were different then so her having kids at 15 is acceptable" argument either, because we've already debunked that and every other single excuse you guys throw at us. Besides, how or why would you expect young viewers to know these historical "facts" anyway, especially if as you suggest fiction doesn't affect reality so what does it matter? Yet here we are, arguing over a fictional show in real life almost a year and a half into the "Sesshomaru fucks?" sequel being announced. My ass, your ass, hell all our asses fiction doesn't affect reality!

Look, I do apologize if the tone of this blog came off as snippy or condescending at times. I do not wish you any ill will, it's just I'm not really sure what you expected to get out of all this besides maybe getting on my nerves perhaps. haha A lot of you shippers have been desperately scrambling to interact with us, lurking in our tags, jumping onto our posts screaming canon and getting so defensive even though you sought us out first. We've been sticking to our tags, so how about you stay in your lane too. By the way since we're on the topic, have you seen Twitter or Reddit?! SR shippers there are the actual worst and many Inuyasha fans (not just antis) have complained of not feeling welcomed to engage in fandom spaces anymore. Shippers swarm them and scare them off simply because fans don't like your ship and refuse to accept it. It's pathetic, really. No one should ever be bullied or harassed just because they don't like something you might. We're all fans of Inuyasha, aren't we? So let's act like it. Yashahime on the other hand, you guys are welcome to that pungent heap of trash. Fans have a right to criticize it too, but if you like it then good for you, so keep on liking it and don't mind us.

I'm almost done, but real quick back to Jaken! Let's not forget about how the official Yashahime website- which came out after my blog, mind you- described Jaken. This translation isn't the best one available but it's the only version a fellow anti friend could track down. They do recall a better one done by a native Japanese speaker who was also an anti, and that member confirmed that Jaken is indeed called Rin's babysitter. So you see, I was right in my interpretation. In the original post I did compare Jaken to a brother, but after talking to others (some comments can be found under said post) I did acknowledge that he's more of a reluctant babysitter who's not related. And if he's not at least a brother to Rin, then he's definitely not her father.

At the end of the day, the creator Rumiko Takahashi has the final word. Which is guess what? Hogosha. 💖 Probably should've just started out with that and saved us all the trouble, huh? Good day/night to you.

Papamaru bids you adieu now. 🤞

[twiceasfrustrating]

Can I request where one of the boys neglects mc for too long and their relationship is on the verge of collapse. If it ends with angst or fluff is up to you

Rating: General Audience

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Solomon, Main Character

Additional Tags: GN!MC (they/them), Angst, breakup,

Summary: Solomon plans an anniversary date that he ends up missing, and his partner can't deal with his chronic absence anymore.

A/N: I hope you all suffer beautifully... Just like me.

Word Count: 1239

"Have you given any thought to where you want to go?" They asked, phone nestled between their ear and shoulder as they folded the decorative paper around the small white box in front of them, “I was thinking the conservatory would be nice, especially because the corpse flower is supposed to be blooming this year.” Not that the plant sounded very romantic, but they were sure Solomon would want to see something that only bloomed about every seven years. Then again, maybe he’d already seen it during his long life, “Of course, that’s just a suggestion.”

There was an uninterested hum on the other end of the phone, which made their hands stop in realization.

“And then the dragon bit my leg clean off so now I’m bleeding out all over the floor.” It was a fantastic tale, and completely off topic, but they had a purpose for it all, “Good thing there are leeches here to help.”

Another disinterested hum and they knew he wasn’t paying attention.

“Solomon!” They practically shouted over the phone.

“Hm?” He finally seemed to be paying attention to them, “I’m sorry. I was up late last night helping with a ward and I’m still tired. What were we talking about again?”

“Our anniversary,” They said, “I was asking where you want to go so we can plan the day.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, Love. How could I neglect something so important?” He chuckled awkwardly over the speaker before continuing, “We could go back to the Devildom to watch the void raven’s migration.” Even by demon standards, it was both wonderful and terrifying. When that single bird -- as large as a whale-- filled the sky they blocked out even the light of the stars and left everything below in unceasing darkness. When they all moved as one group over the course of a week to reach their mating grounds, it was even more impressive. It was the perfect event to surprise his partner with a trick he’d thought up just for them.

“Is that really coming up?”

“We should be lucky enough to catch the very beginning of it.” It was an event that only took place once every few centuries, but it had a rather predictable pattern.

They would love to see that event with him, but they had to make sure he really understood what he was promising, “You’ll remember right?” They didn’t want to accuse him, but he’d missed quite a few of their dates recently. He was always getting pulled aside for other things and they didn’t want to take that risk for something so rare.

“It’s our anniversary. I promise that I won’t forget.” He knew he’d been struggling with that kind of thing lately, but he’d been working hard to make sure nothing would interfere with the day. This was as important to him as it was to them.

It had been a long time since he’d been close enough to another human to open up. Even longer since he could be completely honest about his work. It had never happened before that he found another person that related to him so thoroughly. No one else but them had ever been able to understand his number of pacts or share pride in their own, been as eager to learn all they could, or each as much of his cooking as they did (how were they supposed to say no when it made him so obviously happy).

He was looking forward to their anniversary as much as they were.

“Alright,” they smiled through the phone and his heart soared, “I’ll see you then, okay? Early in the morning so we make it in time and can still go somewhere nice to eat.” Not that they would tell him where they were planning to go, because they wanted to surprise him.

“I can’t wait.” And he meant it.

But they had the worst feeling in the pit of their stomach. Like a premonition that said the past would repeat itself again, they didn’t feel their hopes being built up. Instead, they readied themselves for a day that their mind didn’t believe would actually happen. Although they really wanted everything to go according to plan, they knew the reality of the situation.

Which is why, when Solomon didn’t show up that morning, they weren’t surprised. It was what they had gotten used to with him. Still, it was disappointing to wait for the inevitable phone call so he could defend himself. What they didn't expect though was how many days it would take for that phone call to finally come.

"I'm sorry, Love." He started with an apology, "There was a bit of an issue with a very aggressive banshee that took longer to deal with than I expected." He could still feel his ears ringing.

"Oh? Sounds rough." It sounded rough in a way they knew was important and they sympathized with, but that they couldn't understand. It made sense though. When he missed their dates, it was always because of some threat.

"It wasn't too bad," he laughed dryly, "I know I'm late, but if you want to go out tomorrow I'm free now. Nothing else should get in the way."

"Actually, about that…" They took a deep breath before speaking into the receiver, “I think we should break up.” They'd thought about it a lot the day he didn't show up.

“What?” Solomon lasked, dumbfounded, “I’m sorry, Love. I didn’t mean to miss the day. I really didn’t. We can still catch the end of the migration and I’ll make up the meal to you some other w-”

“That’s not the point, Solomon.” They bit their lip, feeling the words rise inside of them like bile, “The point is that I wasn’t even disappointed when you didn’t show up. Part of me expected for you to miss it and I was right. I’m not even angry, because I know you missed it for a good reason.”

They wrapped their arms around their shoulders, as if trying to hold themself together and keep from falling to pieces. Even if he couldn’t see them, they needed this, “You do important work, I know that. You shoulder all the responsibility of keeping our realm safe from all of the things that threaten it and I’m so proud of you for it, but… I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep sitting around, waiting to see if you’re actually going to show up. I would never ask you to stop what you’re doing, but I… I can’t do this anymore.”

His grip tightened on his phone, threatening to shatter it in disbelief, “You’re not serious, are you?”

“I’m sorry.” They say with a solemn tone and he knows they mean every word, “I love you, but this is better for both of us.” No more wondering where he was or what he was doing or if he was safe even as he protected everyone around him, or resignation they would never be his top priority, or feeling selfish for wanting to be, and no more worrying that they were distracting him from something more important, “Goodbye, Solomon.” The words burned their tongue as they spoke and their lips quivered as they held back the tears that longed to break free.

Then, they hung up the phone without another word. They couldn't take the hurt in his voice or the pain inside of them.

[dourpeep]

OKAY time for a college au!!

You 3 know each other from before college

You and kazuha were seating next to each other during your first year of high school you became close enough to greet each other whenever you guys pass by each other

And you and Xiao were best friends from kindergarten to 2 grade but unfortunately you had to move suddenly you two tried to keep contact but the two of you made new friends and kinda lost contact with each other

So when you go to college you meet kazuha at the front desk when you're trying to get your schedule and yall are like "omg I'm so happy to see someone that I know here!" and when you guys check your schedules it turns out that the two of you have the same class during the first period

And you're like "we've got 30 minutes wanna go grab a cup of coffee and get lost together?" and kazu knows that you playfully flirt with your friends so he jokingly says "are you asking me out for a date? Because if you are then I accept!" and you guys talk on the way to class and the two of you barely make it on time

Class ends and you're sad to say goodbye to the only person you know on campus but then all of a sudden he hits you with a "by the way can I have your number?" so you two exchange numbers

Later you're going to your last class and it turns out that this class doesn't have many people you go sit in the back and someone comes up to you and is like "can I sit next to you? " you say yes obviously

But the thing is... there is something very familiar about this guy and you just can't put your finger on it so you kind of stare at him without realizing it

Of course he noticed how hard you've been staring at him and turns around and is like "what? Is there something on my face?" that's when it finally clicks

And you're just like "XIAO??! IS THAT REALLY YOU?!!" but the teacher comes in so you two can't really talk

But the moment class ends you tell him who you are and take a few minutes to catch up

Though I say catch up it was mostly you teasing him saying shit like "I can't believe the shy kid who used to tear up whenever his turn on the swing was taken would grow up to be this handsome!" (he's starting to think that maybe he should have sat somewhere else)

So you're like "hey how we go actually catch up I've got some coupons for this café I went to this morning with a friend"

He doesn't have a reason to say no so he just accepts the invitation

When you guys get there who do you meet? KAZUHA! This man actually works there!

When you see him you're like "kazuha why didn't you tell me that you work here?" but he pretends not to know you and is like "oh? Well who might this fine customer be?" you can tell he's joking by the way he's trying not to laugh so you decide to play along

Poor Xiao is starting to regret coming with you (but don't worry he got 2 plates of almond tofu as an apology)

-no primogems (I'll make another part later where you 3 become roommates)

YES I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS-

dhfaeiahe I realize now that I should've just posted this as is since I wasn't planning on adding to this but might as well add in some thoughts I've had about this lovely trio eh??? tbh I didn't add much I just slipped in a few little things hehe

Can you guess the roomates?? Also the bio professor is Albedo ehe

Anyway!!

Considering it's the first semester of college, you haven't yet decided on your major. Luckily, you have quite a few general education classes to take, so you register all in one night.

You'll have the time to figure it all out as time goes by, no?

The rest of summer is spent juggling moving into the campus' dorms, working, and keeping up with some friends from high school. While you've kept contact with a few friends, you definitely kicked yourself in the ass for forgetting to ask Kazuha for his number...how could you forget one of your best friends?

But, you suppose that he's far off in a whole other city with his wish to experience more. You can't help but wonder what he's up to.

Then, the first day of classes starts.

How did you not figure out where everything is first? Instead of moping, you trudge to the administrative building early to ask for directions and, even better, a map of the large campus.

Instead, you find a familiar head of cream-colored hair.

Immediately, you gasp and he turns around in confusion, only for a soft smile to spread over his features. It's only been a summer but it's a relief to see that you know another person. Comparing schedules, he points out that you both have Communications 1301 together.

For once, you're glad you have to take these mandatory courses...

But with an abundance of time (as Kazuha just so happens to know where the class is), he accepts your jokingly firtatious proposal to head to the cafe just across campus to grab a morning drink.

It's hardly been long since you've last spoken to him, but there's still so much to talk about! It turns out he opted to rent out a small studio apartment just a few blocks away from campus! Naturally, he invites you over sometime.

He's also admitted that he decided to major in English--something you're not surprised to hear. After all, Kazuha's a natural at the subject, exceeding the assignments and always so eloquent.

If you recall correctly, he used to tote around a little notebook full of little musings and poetry during high school. You wonder if he still does that.

You talk about how you've just moved into the dorms a week ago, how you're lucky to be rooming with two musically inclined (if not a bit rowdy) people. You're sure that he'd take a liking to them once everything is calmed down a bit. Kazuha just raises a brow in half-doubt.

Before you know it, it's been an hours and, to your horror, your first class starts in five minutes. Not to mention that it was back closer to the admin building and you were on the opposite side of campus.

But it's still fun, Kazuha laughing as you jolt up and tug him to stand, the two of you running to get to class on time. With heaving breaths and flushed faces, you make it just a few minutes late. Luckily, your professor didn't mind because it was the first day...

Following class, you have to make your way to Bio 1301, Kazuha having a major-specific English course to get to. Before you can speak, though, he offers his phone to you. It's newer than his old flip phone you'd tease him about all the time, the screen clean save for a few stray fingerprints.

After you put in your number, he beams and quickly sends you a call so you can have his too.

"Call me after you're done with classes, alright?"

You promise to and the two of you set off.

Biology proves to be uneventful, a full hour and a half of the (rather attractive) professor going over what to expect as well as passing out lab waiver forms. A necessary precaution, he said with a reserved sigh. You wonder what happened.

When the hour ends, you have some time before World History, followed by a Trigonometry course.

By the time you find your trig class, most of the seats are already taken, making that feeling of dread fill the pit of your stomach. Nothing is worse than being forced to take whatever seat is left. But, noticing a seat by the windows, it's not so bad.

You're in the back, though, settling your bag beneath your chair and picking out a pen and schedule book.

At some point, someone walks in and asks if the seat in front of you is taken. You don't bother to look up long as you fish out a notebook, letting him know it's free.

As class goes on, you realize that the guy in front of you most likely hasn't been paying attention. Considering that the professor has been rehashing stuff from Algebra...you're not surprised. But something about his dark hair catches your eye. Not to mention his striking gold eyes...hm.

It's not until you catch his profile as he stares out the window that it clicks.

"Xiao."

His eyes dart to look at you, a confused look washing over his face. You repeat his name.

"Yes?"

Part of him is just about ready to leave as recognition floods your expression, smile wide. How could you possibly---

"I can't believe the shy kid who used to tear up whenever his turn on the swing was taken would grow up to be this handsome!"

The tips of his ears turn red fast, something that you remember very well about him, and his gaze quickly flicks over to the professor still dragging on. When gold settles back on you, they're practically begging for you to lower your voice.

"It's been forever--I can't believe that you-"

"If you're going to talk, do it outside of class."

Ah. Oopsie.

Time seems to drag on while you buzz in your seat, excited to see your childhood friend after loosing contact. You've missed him over the years, always wondering what happened to him, how he's been. And finally, when class ends, he gets up and waits for you.

Naturally, you want to catch up, so you invite him to go to the cafe with you for a late lunch.

"You still like almond tofu right? It's all you used to eat when we were little." Laughing, you nudge his shoulder and the color returns to his cheeks as he mumbles a yes.

When you step into the cafe, a familiar voice greets you.

"If I knew a cute customer would be coming, I would've gone on break."

Kazuha leans on the counter, mirth in his eyes and you gasp. It makes sense now, why he's so well acquainted with the campus and why he'd already known what to order when you arrived for drinks-

"What can I get for you today?"

"Your number."

Xiao's face pales at the blatant flirting, wondering if he should've just declined the invitation to the cafe until the two of you burst into laughter. Though, it's hardly better.

"Sorry, sorry- This is Kazuha, one of my friends from high school. Kazuha, this is my childhood best friend Xiao."

With a day so filled with nice coincidences, you doubt that life can get any better than this.

Oh, how wrong you'd be.

[corysmiles]

Could you believe I actually am back with some Runnaway Experiment WRITING??? :D

This takes place very early on in the story, and gives some more insight into Tommy's life before they escaped (in the comics). Enjoy :D

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The experiment was growing years after years, to everyone’s delight. It seemed the first laboratorial human had a decent enough lifespan so that it could be studied in the long run. And so, 14 years, it has been since T0M saw the light of day, and it acted in a similar fashion a 14 year old human would. .

Of course, the many researchers failed to take in consideration an alteration of the most cumbersome. T0M looked human, could understand the english language, followed orders and didn’t complain, asked some questions but the specimen…. was big.

Too big to fit in a human bed.

Too big to fit comfortably in a room.

It went in spurts, which was terrifying the first time. It kept on growing and growing, as scientists hoped it wouldn't take long for it to stop, otherwise, it might lead to a lot of problems. But for the past 2 years, no noticeable change really occurred, which was a relief when the thing was already 25 ft tall. It never seemed to be challenging personality wise, which was a relief, but they still needed to keep him in line.

Hopefully, the Doctor Soot, as well as Doctor Puff took part in daily check ups and made sure he didn’t rebel.

So, every 2 day, they took turns to visit T0M in the room accustomed to its needs.

And both’s reports were excellent! T0M learned more while being as obedient and compliant as ever. Phil couldn’t be more happy with those results.

However, as time went on…. Wilbur failed to mention another kind of teaching he had going on with the subject for the past months.

“And this is called ‘Sadness’.” He held an A3 size paper with a moody smiley drawn on it, the word being written below. “It’s that feeling when our sessions are over and I have to go and you say ‘oh noooo’ in that voice.”

T0M was sitting on his knees in front of him, paying the utmost attention to what Wilbur was showing and saying.

“I hate that one.” He pouted.

“I know,” Wilbur chuckled. “No one likes to feel sad. But it’s a part of life.”

A single hum. Wilbur’s smile turned more sympathetic.

“Do you remember the other ones?” He stood up from his place and put the sheet in one of the dark grey metallic drawers.

T0M nodded, excitedly. He took his hand and poked his fingers as he counted. “ there’s “Happiness”, it’s the good one. And “Disgust”, it’s when I have to eat the weird green stuff.”

“Brocoli”

“That. And then there’s excitement, it’s when I smile real big because you come early.”

Wilbur clapped “Wonderful!” T0M’s eyes were shining stars at every approval from Doctor Soot. Even though T0M’s enjoyment was very appreciated and contagious, but it could be a bit… much, to handle at times.

“Since you understand the basics, I think it’s time for us to start a whole new lesson.” He clapped.

T0M gasped and cheered from the top of his lungs “YEAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!”, throwing his arms in the air and effectively making the room shake from the sheer volume of his voice. When he looked back at the scientist, his eyebrows were pinched and the brunette was covering his ears and curled up, almost in pain.

“...Doctor?” He brought his head close to the man who, after making eye contact, scrambled back until he hit the same drawer he put the papers in earlier. T0M looked at him confused, face still too big in Wilbur’s peripheral.

“I… Tom, I appreciate your enthusiasm when we do our lessons, but if you could prevent yourself from screaming, it would be nice.” He tried in the most gentle voice he could muster without it shaking.

“What’s screaming?” T0M asked, crouched so his face was almost on the ground at eye level with him. He brought a hand closer to the doctor who was still breathing heavily. When his head shot to look at the hand, his body on alert, he froze before saying.

“... Is it a moment when I can’t touch you?”

Wilbur’s eyes were locked on the now frozen hand for a good second before returning to T0M, nodding. “Uh, yeah.”

“... Okay.”

The hand retracted in the following seconds, and soon, he was back in his initial position.

The doctor thanked before regaining his composure. He looked back at T0M, and his expression held remorse. A guilt twisted Wilbur's guts at the view. Thing is, as T0M grew up, people quickly realised he was the equivalent of clingy. He would constantly grab people into hugs and had a hard time keeping his voice down which resulted in a large noise blocker investment. And so they had a rule. T0M couldn’t make any sort of physical contact with anyone without being given explicit permission first. Obviously, most workers considered T0M as a test subject and therefore, wouldn’t give him that pleasure.

Wilbur, though, was not in the same vein. Once he realised how empathic and emotional and human T0M was, he started teaching him things a human teen should need, and started giving him a sort of affection a human teen should have. Which included some sort of physical affection.

When T0M was sad, he would sit next to him or pat his back. It quickly evolved as Wilbur accepted being held by the boy and brought to eye level as long as he was careful when doing so, and ever later, they would hug and wilbur would try to brush his hair at times.

Still, that didn’t make him immune to any of T0M’s carelessness which’s consequences were amplified ten fold due to his scale.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked pitifully.

“I- no, it’s not your fault. It can just be a bit overwhelming is all.” Wilbur explained.

“... what does that mean?”

“It means… when something is ‘too much’. Like when you want to bring Techno very close, but he keeps reminding you about the rule.”

“Oh.” T0M let his head fall. “... I don’t like that.” Wilbur scratched his head. “I want to be so close and show that I’m very happy and it’s all inside and I can’t let it out.”

“Well, here, it’s a bit more of the opposite. When outside, there is a lot and you’re incapable of letting it in.”

“... I’m sorry Wilbur” he mumbled.

“It’s okay, I’m not angry.” reassured the brunette. “I just have sensitive ears.”

“...Everyone has sensitive ears.”

“Well, when you’re a small guy like me, you’re sensitive on pretty much all fronts.”

“... It’s not fair.”

“What’s that?” Wilbur perked.

“When I stop getting big and strong, I want to hug you with all of my will. Like you do with me. It feels nice. I want you to feel nice just like that. I want you to be overwhelmed with happiness. I want to hug you so, so bad but I can't and it's shit. I don't want to be strong, I hurt you if I’m strong. I want to hug you."

Tommy vented, more to himself, and when he looked at Wilbur, his eyes shined, not with joy.

"Oh Tommy…."

It ached. It ached Wilbur to his core that something as simple as a hug was something he craved and still couldn't get. Because he knew. He knew all of the things T0M was missing out on. All the life he could have lived if he was granted freedom. How much he could live and appreciate. It kept him awake at night.

But he was here. Trapped. In a room barely tall enough to contain him, treated like a circus monster. And the worst thing was, T0M wasn't aware of it. Of all the life he wasn't living. How his life was no life and how he thinks this absence of everything is what life should be.

Plato would probably laugh in his grave.

"I promise you. One day, you will be able to do that. I promise you that I'll find a way for you to hug me just like you are a small man too. I promise you that I'll make you discover all of those joys of life, Tom. I Promise you. I will help you. And I'm sorry for not being able to provide it sooner. And I'll apologize for all the years it took for me to get it."

They stared at each other, and Tommy nodded, throat tight and eyes wet.

"And a promise makes sure that it's gonna happen." T0M croaked.

"Exactly, tom." Wilbur smiled. "You are going to live many more things."

The bell rang, and both faces fell a bit.

"I'll see you in 4 days, Tom. We're gonna have a little recap over the emotions you learned and then I'll teach you about relationships."

"Oohh, that sounds nice! What is it?"

As Wilbur packed his little bag, he looked at T0M and simply replied "it's all around you. But I'm not gonna spoil the next session. On that note, I wish you a nice week, Tom."

"Have a nice week, Wilbur! " T0M waved with a smile. "It's nice talking to you."

"It is my absolute pleasure, Tom."

And thus, they parted. As Wilbur walked down the immense corridor (just tall enough Tom could run through them.) He wore a satisfied smile. His small steps resonated, the only sound in the room, yet peaceful enough for his ears to listen to them as carefully as silence. Halfway through, the sound was doubled.

"Helloooo."

"Oh, hey techno! How are you?"

"Doing fine. You seem very happy."

"I am. I made some good progress with T-he subject. I feel like he's learning well. The next tests should have fabulous results."

"Ahh, wonderful. Let's make sure it doesn't learn too much though." He joked.

And at that, Wilbur chuckled, his hand on the man's shoulder. "Oh don't you worry about that, my friend. I can assure you that'll never happen"

"Amazing" techno replied, deadpan. Both nodded their conversation away and walked the rest of their ways.

As he got further away, the doctor's smile turned to an amused grin. His steps resonated, so much smaller than what could be, in a corridor in which the boy just next door should walk through.

"Don't you worry about a single thing."

MEL YES I ADORE THIS AU SO MUCH ITS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!

Poor Tommy but at least Wilbur is helping him :”]