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I forgot to bring my earphones to class. I'm dying
why do u need earphones in class?
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My Hero Academia Chapter 394 - Ochako Uraraka vs Himiko Toga
I’M HYPED UP
What is going to happen this week, I DON’T KNOW
but I’m sure it’ll be fun
Everyone is looking soooo good
I’m not sure I can comment too much but
Koda and Shoji are paired up as well as Iida and Shouto so they might be grouped by their current position
I always love Shouto’s color reversing compared to other
Kirishima is one of the rare guys without a tuxedo and some kind of military uniform. Mineta and Yuga too have it
KAMINARI, niiiiice jacket
The girls are looking good too, especially Mina. WAIIIIIT
YAOMOMOOOOO is the best, I love the white shirt under her jacket
Uraraka is pretty nice too with the hair piece
I didn’t realize Invisible girl was there too and quite visible
I’m sorry I always spell Ochako badly
ANYWAY
it’s trueeeee, gravity is getting fucked up
and it targets only the clones ? Maybe it affects “Toga” as a whole, like the person but also what their quirk makes too now ?
NO, not only Toga then, Tora and Kamui woods too
poor Tora, he’s in a bad shape
Oh my god, three tons it was. I’m afraid she’s going to end up in a pretty rough shape
I can only think of Touya and his fucked up body not being used to his quirk
NOOOOOOOPE, her body temperature is plummeting, NOPE NOPE NOPE. Don’t die, well I’m worried now
MAKE THE SADNESS FLOAT
DO IT
The panels are so good
wait is Ochako’s wire attaching to Toga’s wrist ?
She got the OG Toga NICE
TIME FOR THE MONOLOGUE
SHE FINALLY TOLD IT OUT LOUD
I’m tearing up at the last speech bubbles now
She’s here like All Might, A TRUE HERO and that’s who she is
COME OVER HERE
Toga is dangerous but she’s not using her knife right then
We’re getting to her
YOU CAN’T
she’s just here to listen to you
and stop you too
but she already did
BI ICON, I know most of it is platonic
she loves their “blood”, the fact they’re alive, that they exist
Never tell anyone to not smile, that’s fucked up
POOR GIRL
in the end, she didn’t want something fucked up, just some of his blood
though I’d be concerned someone could turn into me and do stuff
The signs that the league wasn’t for you ?
Were you actually living the way you wanted to with them ?
Like Twice was really fond of what you wanted to do and Spinner and Compress too
but Touya and Shigaraki, I’m not sure they were
BYE BYE JIN
and I forgot only one earphone jack was left
CUTE
TEARS, THEY WON’T STOP COMING HELP
Let the league go Toga, Jin is gone, you have to start grieving
I’m crying
well bye Jin
now we need some help to treat everyone’s wounds
I hope Toga is going to be well
What will we go back to next week ? Deku ? I’m excited to see
What a nice chapter to end this plotline :!!!!
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Airplane.
It had been over a year since I last flew on a plane. The disease that stole our 2020 was starting to die down in most developed countries, and my impatient self wasn’t willing to wait another year to go on a vacation. After all, it got tiring seeing the image of the outside world without getting to touch grass. That’s what the kids said, anyway.
What a difference a year made. Usually airports were congested, chaotic, and raucous. It felt strange walking through gate after gate with a sizable crowd. Like any parent I arrived over four hours before my actual flight, so the rest of my time was spent on my phone and wasting power bank battery.
“Attention, passenger! Please come to Terminal 127,” the female voice declared over the speakers. When I realized they were calling my name, I stood up and took my bag with me to the designated gate.
“Hello, I was the one called earlier,” I said to the announcer behind the counter.
“Sir, you’ve been reassigned to Flight 0249. Please come with me now.”
I was puzzled and confused. I’ve never been transferred until now. Regardless, she led me inside the lounge of Terminal 127. My eyes widened at the lavishness of the suite. A big 80 inch flatscreen television, comfortable reclining chairs, and a clean bathroom with showers decked out the exclusive space.
“Please enjoy while you wait,” she told me before leaving me alone. And enjoy I did.
A couple of hours passed before the plane taking me to New York arrived. Not gonna lie, speaking mostly in my native language again was gonna be refreshing. I entered the plane in what I thought was gonna be economy class, but the stewardess that welcomed me told me to move up front.
Perhaps I was very engrossed in mindless phone scrolling with earphones on to notice anyone else stepping in that terminal. As I stepped into first class, there were various men in suits who I cared little about. But more importantly, a row of beautiful ladies that caught my eye. One of them, a dark haired slim figure gazed back but that went overlooked. At least for that one brief moment.
I reached Row 9 and settled in my personal chamber after putting down my bags. Each line had a pair of chairs that could be converted into beds meant for long term travel. I could get used to this. What did I do to deserve a nice, lavish flight?
Forty minutes passed before the stewardesses did their usual pre-flight checks. I missed how tedious and boring they were. But then again, people refuse to wear masks and would rather prolong the pandemic than follow simple instructions.
The plane took off and so the 14 hour voyage from Seoul to New York began. After the seatbelt sign faded, the pilot spoke. “Good day, ladies and gentlemen. This is your captain speaking. We’re currently cruising at an altitude of 35,000 feet on our way to New York. Relax, settle in, and enjoy the flight.”
So, how about that airline food? Tasted weird, as always. Despite that, it was somewhat comforting as someone used to flying around the world often.
As night fell and the passengers settled into their sleeping positions, I was using the free wifi the plane offered. Earpods on, I spoke with my friend on voice chat. I told him I was finally coming back. He promised to pick me up upon my arrival. It’s been far too long since I got acquainted with American soil.
While chatting with him, my eyes glanced up and saw that girl again. She walked past me towards one of the lavatories in front. My eyes bounced along with the sway of her hips. That’s when my brain decided to make a move.
“Be right back,” I said to my friend before putting the call down. Little did he know I’d never return for the rest of the night.
I exited my quarter and slowly followed her without a fuss. Good thing there wasn’t any activity from the other travelers or attendants. Suddenly I felt a hand pulling me inside the lavatory, then my body was dragged inside hastily.
“Ah! What was that—”
She placed a finger near her mouth, implying that I should shut up. Her words confirmed it. “Quiet! They’ll hear us if you don’t shut up.”
I nodded. Afterward, she flashed a gummy smile. Her charms were apparent, more than her sexy body. It provided a bit of comfort in a discomforting space, an extremely cramped restroom.
“Um,” I couldn’t find any suitable words. My charisma failed me this time. That doesn’t happen. “So, why did you drag me inside this bathroom?”
Her smirk grew wider. “You know why. I know you’ve been peeping at me while we’re here.”
My heart pounded wildly as she said that. It couldn't be any more obvious that I was whipped for her. Maybe it was because I haven’t seen anyone in a long time, or that she was just very gorgeous. Either way, I grew nervous with each passing second.
“Guess what.” My eyes widened. So did my pants. One tiny glance below and I saw her hand working on my zipper. “I’ve been peeping at you too. You’re lucky I’m a needy girl today.”
I gasped as she cupped my balls, measuring how full I was. She slowly pulled my pants and boxers down and out came my raging erection. “Very big,” she breathed against my cock. I felt a chill down my spine when she said that. “I can’t wait for you to fill my pussy with that.”
I couldn’t wait either. Instead of making a move, she did. The tip of my shaft slowly pierced her plump lips until her cheeks hollowed. Waves of pleasure sent my senses into overdrive. My hands clung to the walls of the confines as my legs started to quiver uncontrollably.
Pop. My shaft escaped the choke of her mouth, moistened with her drool. Her tongue slid around the underside of my cock, extending to my balls. Only airy moans could express the exciting sensation I felt. From my sack to the tip again it was a repeated process as the girl continued to lubricate my dick. Both agony and anticipation wrestled in my head; one side wanting me to dominate her and the other insisting the tease to proceed.
My eyes rolled back and were unable to keep watching her. Her mouth stuffed my member until my tip was penetrating her throat deep. I was certain she groaned too, but my own sounds covered up her weak noise. If I came right there, inside her mouth, that would be enough. But the torturous exercise of receiving head went on for what seemed like hours. Any second I felt so painfully close to release, but I didn’t.
I should be wondering whether someone would be knocking on that door, but fuck that. All that matters was a hot girl was sucking my cock inside a restroom and nothing else.
Once more my cock disappointingly departed her lips, not unloading a single fleck in her dirty mouth. She rose to my level again, then slipped her jean shorts off along with her underwear. Taking my hand with her, she led it to her groin area and there I felt a damp pang.
“Fuck me,” she said, as straightforward as it can be. “And don’t stop until you cum.”
How could I deny such a blunt demand? She bit her lips and prepared for my entry by leaning back against the wall. My lips slowly sank into hers for a passionate kiss. At that moment, I wasn’t sure if that was really me or I was under the influence of pure lust. She leaned into the smooch as our tongues slid into the other’s mouth.
“Come on, just fuck me already.” She hummed into my mouth, not releasing the liplock.
And my patience ran out. My arms snaked around her hips, gradually lifting her off her feet. Lining around her slit, I positioned myself then impaled her with my shaft. The rule of silence we agreed upon was broken when we both let out a collective groan.
“That’s so deep. Harder, harder.” She persuaded me to pump into her with more aggression, which my body happily obliged. Our flesh slapping against each other grew louder than the moans we were making. We couldn’t care any less. Her tight, silky walls suffocated my cock snugger than her mouth did.
The excess teasing performed on me minutes ago was too much. Before I knew it, I came sooner than expected. Another prolonged groan from my breath. A blast of hot semen filled her womb while I continued to fuck her through my orgasm. If it weren’t so cathartic, I’d be red with shame because of how early I climaxed.
That wasn’t enough.
“C’mon, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she said. Her nails clawed the back of my neck. “Keep fucking me until I cum myself.”
It’s like she knew how feeble-minded I was. Was she testing me? Was she deliberately hurting me? If so, then my body wanted me to pass. Somehow, I still felt as hard as ever. I continued to drill her, stretching her walls out even further.
“Almost there, just keep fucking me! You’re filling me up so good!” she gritted her teeth as I threw her body around, moving her to the sink.
A few more pumps and then she came as well. She was a mewling mess, her juices gushing out and coating my already drenched cock. The sink she sat on was also soaked too, some of it dripping down to the floor. I never felt like stopping; she was tight and slick.
“That was fucking amazing,” she said, each word followed by a drawn out breath. We took a moment to gather ourselves and to clean up.
As she was about to leave, I finally drew the courage to speak. “Wait.”
She turned around. “What is it?”
“I never got your name.”
Her smile flashed brightly again. “I thought you’d never ask. The name’s Park Jiwon. Hope to see you around.”
She winked then left the lavatory first. There were still eight hours of flying left.
And those parting words would come true after all.
(A/N: Hope you guys are doing well, just doing my monthly post before dipping again. Fromis is one of those groups I’m trying to get into and wow they’re all pretty. Maybe I’m teasing a series of some kind? Who knows.)
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I was thinking how would a day in the Family of the Jeons looking like? Could you make a drabble of it? Of course only if you want to :)
OOOOO OK OK OK I LOVE THAT
Jungkook hasn't cracked a single smile throughout the whole day. You tried comforting him before his ride back home for the majority of the spring break, but nothing can save his depression from being around his mother. There isn't one good memory that involves her presence in his life.
He was willing to stay in his dorm throughout the whole three weeks of vacation, but tough luck, there was a cockroach infestation a day prior to his holiday. Only his dorm. Fate has different plans for him, and he's not religious or anything, but Satan might just be lurking around him.
Your house isn't available because of your strict mother, his friends are leaving town and staying with Taehyung is arguably worse than temporarily living with his mother. At least he doesn't have to share a room with her.
The scowl on his face only deepens when he comes face to face with his first home. It's like ripping off a bandaid when he opens the door, unlocked as usual, before entering.
The living room greets him with crickets. Utter silence and empty with no one around. The walls are chipped, the couch is washed out and the hardwood flooring has scratches on them. He enters and makes the effort to not make a sound as to not summon his mother, but like clockwork, the moment he steps foot inside, she appears from the kitchen.
"Jungkook!" she gushes and tackles him into a bone crushing hug. Her eye makeup is smudged and her outfit is merely a black nightgown.
He knows her excitement will wear off soon enough; they're bound to argue in a matter of minutes about his "disrespectful behavior." She's unpredictable in that regard, but it's clear that absence makes the heart grow fonder.
He groans and yanks her arms away. His greeting is merely a question, "Is anyone else here?" He knows his mother like the back of his hand: incapable of being alone and constantly searching for her next soulmate. The only serious relationship he's had was with his father, who is basically missing.
"Only my boyfriend and his daughter." She leaves room for him to take off his shoes and throw his bag full of necessities on the floor. "She's really pretty by the way," she whispers.
"Not interested."
"Oh come on, you haven't even met her–"
"Babe?" A stranger with a gruff voice steps out of the master bedroom while fixing his bed hair. It's 2 PM and he looks like he just woke up.
"Good morning sweetie," his mother brightly grins at the man before introducing her son. "This is Jungkook, my boy I was telling you about. Kook, this is Jinyoung." She leans into him threateningly, "Be nice."
"How fucking old is he?" he whispers back, perplexed.
"Thirty-seven."
"Are you serious?" he groans and stands straight before picking up his bag. "Good luck," he plainly greets the man before walking off to his bedroom.
Upon opening the door, a young girl sitting on his bed with music blasting from her earphones enters his sight. She squeals when she looks up to see the intruder and yanks the buds out in panic.
"What the fuck? Mom!" he whirls around to find her in the kitchen again. "Why is there someone in my room?"
She doesn't look up from the stove where she's practically burning scrambled eggs and her calm tone contrasts his angry one. "That's Yeri, the girl I was telling you ab–"
"I don't give a fuck, why is she in my room?!" The chaos is already making his head hurt.
"She's been staying there for a while now."
Jungkook slaps a hand on his forehead and inhales until his lungs hurt. He stomps back to his room with a death glare. The girl hasn't moved an inch out of surprise and the music continues to come out of the earphones. "Get out. You're taking the couch."
"A-Are you Jungk–"
"Out."
She shoots out of the bed and scurries to the living room with a fearful expression. He sighs and kicks a stray bra lying on the floor out of his way before dropping his bag with a thud.
This sucks. He considers running off to Taehyung in a moment of desperation, but he hasn't reached the level to go through with it yet.
He starts unpacking and ignores his mother's announcement of breakfast. He collapses on his bed with a grunt and massages his temples, but even one second of peace is not an option in this household when his mother barges in to repeat her announcement.
"I'm not hungry," he spits.
"At least sit with me. I've missed you so much–"
"I'm tired."
"Stop being a brat and come."
She leaves no room for argument when she slams the door shut. "You're so annoying!" he shouts past the thin walls before smacking his head at how childish he sounds. Is this Hell?
He shoots you a quick message before trudging to the dining room.
♡ the love of my life ♡: kill me
He slumps down on the only idle chair next to Yeri and leans back without even glancing at the dish. He lost his appetite the second he came here.
No one's touched their food yet, presumably from waiting on Jungkook, and just as Jinyoung picks up the utensils, his daughter nervously chimes in, "Let's say grace!"
The couple is surprised by her words. "You're the one who always whines about it," her father states quizzically.
His mother scoffs playfully. "She wants to hold Jungkook's hand, sweetie," she nudges her boyfriend with her elbow.
Yeri blushes and looks down at her lap as Jungkook mutters exasperatedly, "Jesus fucking Christ..."
He crosses his arms when she meekly holds out a hand to him and her father, and his mother frowns upon the action.
"Jungkook," she drawls.
"I'm not fucking Christian!"
"Just hold her hand!"
"I don't want to!"
"When a girl is interested in you, you're expected to respond accordingly."
The other family in the table stare at them in bewilderment, thrown off by their bickering.
"Yeah, I'm responding with rejection."
"Get over this I-hate-girls phase already, you're twenty years old!"
"I have a girlfriend!"
"Oh please," she dismisses him with a flick of her wrist, "I'd love to meet her in your dreams."
"She's real," he growls with a snarl, "and she's certainly not a kid." He gives Yeri a pointed look.
"I'm seventeen!" Her father clears his throat uncomfortably.
A notification from his phone disrupts the conversation, and he checks it to escape this mentally draining interaction.
You: oh baby what's wrong:((
♡ the love of my life ♡: mom is breathing
"Who is it?"
He scoffs at his mother without looking up from the screen, "My girlfriend."
Yeri whines with a pout as his mother jumps from her seat to take a peek.
"What the hell are–"
She smacks the back of his head after reading his last text in a millisecond. "Mom is breathing? You brat! Who is this girl? Show me a picture," she gushes excitedly, completely forgetting her earlier attempt at matchmaking.
"None of your damn business," he hisses before he gets another notification. Him and his mother immediately look down at his phone.
You: i'm trying to make the best of staying with my mom >_< you should try as well!
♡ the love of my life ♡: with this woman?|
She coos as she snatches the phone out of his hand. "Hey!"
"She sounds so nice! Take her advice, you imbecile–"
"I'd rather die," he deadpans as he tries not to hurt her while reaching for his phone.
"Listen to me," she uses her authorative tone that has Jungkook pulling back with a frown. Old habits die hard, such as rebelling against his mother before she becomes genuinely intimidating. "You're stuck with me for a month. Don't make me turn this house into a living hell."
He resists the urge to say it already is.
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Smoke swirls in the open air from the lit joint that hangs off Jungkook's lips. Finally, some peace and quiet in the balcony. He came prepared with a stash of cannabis for when things get too overwhelming in the house, and it's only the first day.
The sky is bland with no stars or clouds, a boring view of midnight black from the balcony where he leans against the railing. He enjoys watching the busy street instead, and he feels less shitty about his current living situation.
And yet his newfound happy daze fades too soon when the joint is snatched from his fingers. "Give it ba-" he pauses when he sees his mother taking a puff from his stick. He looks away lazily.
"Don't worry," she blows out the smoke, "I'm not here to scold you for smoking weed."
"I don't care."
"You're old enough anyway." She follows his line of sight and takes another drag. It's quiet for a minute until she asks, "You met her in college?"
"Yep."
"Truth be told, I can't imagine you asking out a girl when you're so spiteful. How did it happen?"
He can't believe he's having this conversation, or why he's responding without being so snarky. He chuckles instead. "I didn't really ask her out. She made a deal with me where she does my homework and I pretend to like her back or whatever."
She laughs quietly. "You used her feelings for you to your advantage? You take after your mother," she jokes.
"She offered," he shrugs with a smile, " and I was struggling with my courses. I chose law as my major when I was mad at you so I could sue you or something, but it's so fucking boring."
"Oh, how much you love your mother," she huffs with a giggle. "I deserved that. Being a single mother didn't exactly work out for me."
"You were no mother," he scoffs, "all you did was ignore me or insult me when you weren't introducing me to my next step-dad. Did you know that this is my first relationship?" he glances at her with a bitter lopsided grin. She turns to look back at him and passes the joint. He inhales the filter before continuing with a mouthful of smoke, "I didn't want to date anyone because I didn't want to turn out like you. I didn't want to have relationships that only last a week before moving onto another one. I can be alone."
"Let me guess, you didn't believe in love either," she mocks in a silly deep voice.
"Fuck off."
She sighs as a peaceful silence settles over them aside from the running engines. The truth hurt.
"Tell you what, son. You turned out a lot better than I did. My parents didn't exactly raise me either, only left me with more issues than I can bear." Jungkook listens intently without reacting. This is the only normal conversation he's ever had with his mother. "I have practically no redeeming qualities, and having sex is the only way I can pass the time."
He groans. "I did not have to know that."
"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want me to tell you about the birds and the bees first?"
"I get it, you're a prostitute with no salary."
She whacks his head before bursting out in laughter. He suppresses his own laugh and merely chuckles through his nose.
"You would've been a better mother if you were high all the time."
"Nah," she shakes her head, "I just needed to be more present throughout your childhood. It's too late for me now." She shrugs as her lips fall into a hard line. Jungkook's smile falters and he doesn't say anything.
When she feels tears welling up in her eyes, she blinks repeatedly and lets go off the railing. "Good night, Kook. I'll see you in the morning."
He nods at her and watches her leave. Beats staying with Taehyung.
"Night," he murmurs to himself before putting out his joint and entering the living room. All the lights are out, but he's still familiar with the layout of the place.
When he passes the couch, he flinches at the sound of Yeri's voice. "G-Good night–"
"Shut up."
Before jumping on his bed, he checks his phone to see if you've sent any texts.
You: good night and sleep well baby!! i love you sm <33
♡ the love of my life ♡: gn and ilym
♡ the love of my life ♡: lets meet up tmr
#textbook love#wow this is fucking long#hope this gave some clarity on jk's upbringing 😫#not pRooFreAd :')#ps i loved this request#jungkook fic
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Name: Sudden Meltdown You= Y/N Ackerman College AU
Fast forward two lessons and I was sitting in the stuffed cafeteria with a fat cake on my plate, trying my hardest to ignore every chaotic thing going on in the huge round hall by chewing on more than I could possibly handle.
"Uh oh, she's stuffing her mouth, why are you mad?" Pieck nudged me. I had no choice but to groan and roll my eyes. Porco and Zeke were sat in front of us, already knowing why I was irritated. "She won't shut the fuck up for one damn second," I mumbled, my gaze averted to Historia standing on the table, barking out bullshit.
Reiner and Annie let out a scoff in sync, both keeping their focus on their phones. Bertholdt laughed awkwardly and played with his fork. "It'll die down soon." He said.
"No, does she think she's some kind of main character or something? Her standing on the table and giving a speech about violence isn't going to stop Eren and Jean fighting like two petty drag queens." I rolled my eyes and continued. "If it did work then they would have stopped arguing by now."
"I'm surprised you haven't gotten used to it." Yelena sat across Pieck and I with her usually half-empty tray. "No, everyone secretly finds it cringe, I can't be the only one."
"Mmm, I don't know Y/N, it seems like you are," Zeke smirked and slightly leaned out of the way. Suddenly, students from our class clapping for her came into my already crimson view. "I just want to drop-kick her damn it." I stabbed the cake, earning a tissue rubbing against my mouth and cheeks.
"Not while looking like a baby who can't feed themselves," Pieck said, wiping the corners. All of our friends chortled as she treated me like a child. "What a supportive friend you are(!)" I sighed and took my earphones out of my backpack so I could block out the blonde's agitating voice.
Why was I getting so mad? I had no idea. Perhaps it was because her words were so repetitive and held no meaning to them. "Maybe you're jealous." Porco smugly said. I responded with a growl. "Of what?"
"I don't know, the fact that almost every guy has had a crush on her or that she's prom queen every year or you aren't as feminine as her or maybe"-
"Shut up. I get it." I grunted, stubbornly crossing my arms and glaring away from everyone. "Don't talk with your mouth open, Pocco."
"Don't tell me what to do! Peepee!"
Ignoring Pieck and Porco, my weakened glower settled on Reiner, who was boringly drinking water, leaning against the chair like a careless kid at a boring lecture. "Rei?" He suddenly stopped drinking, his eyes dragging to me creepily. He hummed with his cheeks full of liquid.
"You okay? I never see you eating nowadays." This was a better subject to start rather than that annoying short drama queen. The tall man grinned sheepishly and shook his head. "I ate too much in the morning so I don't have an appetite right now."
"I don't believe that, you aren't as beefy as you used to be," I snickered, squinting my eyes at him. "I bet Porco must be so happy now." Zeke abruptly said to himself. Our attention darted towards the bearded guy, making him look up and proceed. "He's jealous of Reiner's boobs and tries to grow his"-
"What?! Pfft no, I don't! Where d-did you get that from!?"
"Read it in your diary."
Porco began his usual rampage on privacy and why having Zeke as a roommate was like sharing with an obnoxious monkey, making us facepalm at the two. I turned towards Reiner who blushed slightly. I laughed and shook my head at how shy he could become.
By the time their argument turned into playful insults with Pieck and Yelena reacting to all their crappy comebacks, Bertholdt and Annie left the table with each other, in love as always. I got up from my seat and sat next to Reiner since the seat next to him was now empty.
"You know," He started, "You don't need to be jealous of Historia, you're just as good if not, better than her." The heat in my cheeks radiated my entire face. "At least to me," He added with a small smile, suddenly widening his eyes.
"Oh- sorry was that weird?" He laughed awkwardly. "Not at all, weirdo." I smiled at him, loving the view. How could Annie be staring at her phone when she had such perfection sitting next to her?
"Now come with me, let's both get some milk!" I snatched his hand and forced him up with me. He widened his eyes at how abrupt I was being, not having the heart to say no.
Reiner had some issues he never speaks about to people. He's amazing, the way he tries to heal his wounds by healing everyone else's. Out of all the questions I had, I'd have to ask him why. Why he covers his pain up by smiling, which technically is like adding wood to fire.
After taking a croissant and a cookie, I took him out to the benches on campus, no one really goes there now because it was raining in the morning.
Still, I threw my jacket on it and told him to sit down. Before he could decline, I pressed on his shoulders and forced him on it. The jacket was long enough for the both of us so I sat down right next to him.
"Reiner." I mumbled, biting into my cookie and shoving the croissant on his lap. "Y/N... I really"-
"Shut up and eat it, I'm sick of pretending to believe your lies."
His hand shook slightly and his lips quivered, turning his head away from me so that I wouldn't see. My heart shattered into a million pieces upon seeing him try to hide a cry.
"Rei..." I whispered, reaching for his slumped shoulder. "I'm just worried about you, we're besties aren't we?"
"Y/N... I don't deserve anything or anyone." He finally said. Despite the fact it was sad, at least he said something.
"No, please don't tell me this is how you've been thinking?" I bit my lip and remembered how he had PTSD and his room was all for himself, he had no roommate and stays in silence for the whole night, panicking with no one to help.
The silence he was giving me frustrated me more than it should, the fact that he wasn't saying anything about this. Judging by his weight loss it had been at least two weeks. "How long?" I asked carefully.
"Every night..." He finally looked at me. His usually golden, passion-filled eyes were dull with a spike of pain glistening in them. The corners bloodshot as he tried to contain the tears.
"You've been strong for too long, it's ok to cry..." I slithered my arm around his shoulders and gently laid his head against the crook of my neck. His shoulders shook and his breath was shaking as he finally let it out, sobbing into my neck.
From time to time, he'd let out a loud groan by accident, sniffling to lower his voice so that no one could hear but himself. "You matter so much to me, I swear to god, Rei." My fingers raked through his short blonde hair that had grown over time, my other hand rubbing his back.
"I want Reiner Braun. No one else." I told him, knowing why he was putting on the older brother impression all the time.
"He- He's nothing..."
"He's everything to me, why would you want to take away my everything?"
Suddenly, the sniffling stopped and the tears running down my neck halted at my sweater, soaking the collar. His face came into view when he sat up, gazing at me as if I had stated the craziest thing. His bronze pools switched from my left to my right pupil, drowning in my sincerity.
"You know how shit my days here would be without your dumb ass to flirt and make the most himbo jokes?" I giggled, my palm snaking up to his jaw and feeling his stubble gently prick my fingers as I caressed him.
Even though he hadn't said a word, I could only wish I made him feel better about himself because I had not only stated the truth, I exposed myself, my weakness. Although I don't show my appreciation as much as I should, I do need him, life would collapse without the idiot...
"Now, if you take my everything away from me, I'll despise you with every inch of my body," I said, melting when his hand laid on top of mine, leaning into my touch.
"That's not a lot of inches." He mumbled into my palm, making me lightly laugh. "Bastard." He weakly smirked at my playful insult.
"Come here." I sat on my knees so that I was higher than him and rested his head against my chest, my arms tight and secure around him.
"Mm..." I heard his muffled voice say, "Every time you hug me I feel so safe..." My heart skipped a beat, surely I wasn't supposed to hear that considering how low his voice was.
"You won't tell anyone... right?" He said, taking a deep breath in. I could sense him relaxing in my embrace, reassuring not only him but me.
"Of course not, let's just try and get you a break from school, a week should do it... right?" My hand rested on the back of his head even when he moved to face me.
"We have a lot of work for the school play though... the equipment needs building, who'll do the backstage lighting and help with props and what"-
"REI! Relax yourself, himbo. It's only a week."
"No."
"Reiiiii!" I whined, ignoring the thunder that had just struck. "Are you telling me you wouldn't want a week holiday with me?"
"I do, Y/N but we can't." He held onto my waist, careful not to squeeze my sides because he's well aware I'm ticklish there. "I can heal..."
My head unknowingly shook from side to side, "Rei you don't understand, I'm worried for you, healing by yourself... are you sure it'd work?" Silence...
Just as he was about to open his mouth, synced whistling broke our eye contact in the now heavy rain. Our gazes were met by the most annoying trio, Connie, Sasha and Jean wriggling their eyebrows at us. I heard Reiner uncomfortably sigh, cutting his breath off mid-way.
Abruptly, Jean began humming careless whisper out loud with his bothersome voice, Connie singing the lyrics with Sasha weirdly dancing in front of them as if they were in a ninja trio for matchmaking. "Tonight the music seems so LOUD! I WISH THAT WE COULD LOSE THIS CROWD! BABY! IT'S BETTER THIS WAY!"-
"You kids never shut up," We all flinched at the sudden appearance of Levi in the rain, standing proudly at his size. "First of all, it's 'maybe it's better this way', second of all your singing is so bad that the thunderstorm got worse, third of all, Braun and Ackerman, both of you get to class this is not a cheesy ass romance movie!"
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Ok but Sasha Connie and Jean doing careless whisper is 100% canon, like it's too funny not to be true, I’m just chucking this into tumblr LMAO
#reiner braun#reiner x reader#reiner#attack on titan#connie springer#levi ackerman#LMAO sorry I'm dumping ishdiefse
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Sophia knows a lot, but that does not mean she understands much of anything at all.
Or, Sophia struggles to grasp why Akira and Ryuji don't follow her predictive algorithm.
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Sophia knows a lot.
She can tell you almost anything in the known world in an instant. Calculate the radius of the sun. Who won Best Picture three years ago. The outfit to wear when you need to 'dress to impress.' Just yesterday, she was able to find them a bath, a takoyaki restaurant, and an overnight camping site within 0.3 milliseconds. That’s not very many seconds.
Sophia knows a lot, but that does not mean she understands much of anything at all.
She’s quiet while she’s propped on the phone stand, watching the rest of them lounge in the RV. There’s a shape to the interior that wasn’t there before—where it had been pristine when they had first gotten it, now it’s littered with crumbs and instant-food packaging despite Makoto’s half-hearted attempts at scolding them for it. Empty surfaces are filled with knick-knacks, stuffies and a plastic ramen bowl rattling gently along with the RV.
There’s a rare lull amongst them, a moment of quiet. Most of them were napping away the road, gently snoring and bodies jostling whenever a pothole hits, oblivious to the scenery that passes by. Only the soft tunes of pop music from the front and the hum of the engine broke the quiet.
Other than Makoto, there were only two people awake: Akira, scribbling in his journal, and Ryuji, watching him do it. They sat across from each other in the booth, with Ryuji’s chin propped against his hand.
Probability and pinpoint accuracy is what she excels at, and being able to apply them to her friends excites her. Not to mention, she hasn’t been wrong yet.
Idly, she runs the numbers—according to the data she’s collected from spending time with them, the silence will be broken by Ryuji within approximately two minutes. Pulling up a time from within Akira’s phone, she waits eagerly.
A minute passes, and then another. And another. Akira is still scribbling in his neat penmanship and Ryuji is still watching him doing it, unspeaking.
Frowning, she double-checks her calculations. No errors that she can see. It seems that he simply does not want to speak. This is surprising, and very unlike him. He is not usually this quiet. In the Metaverse, he is by far the loudest of them; calling on his Persona’s name can often leave her own ears ringing.
The real world does not stray from that data. His voice is clear in crowded areas, helpful in guiding their big group throughout bustling cities. He is often shushed by the girls when they are trying to sleep at night—Futaba even goes as far as to kick the ceiling from her bunk bed.
The data is strong and sure. There should not be a reason that she should be wrong in this assumption unless there’s a confounding variable that she had missed.
Akira looks up and catches his eye. “Am I boring you?” he asks quietly.
Ryuji shakes his head, grinning. “Couldn’t be happier,” he whispers back.
Sophia’s about to ask when Makoto cuts her off.
“Wake up everyone. We’re here.”
—
“Okay,” Akira calls. His voice isn’t raised, despite the crowded street of downtown Sendai, but they all straighten up. “We’re probably not going to spend too much time here, especially once we take over the Jail. Grab what you need now—snacks for the trip. Shopping. Souvenirs. Frozen pineapple. Any questions?” Yusuke raises his hand. “Yes, I’ll pay for you.” The hand falls back down, relieved.
“Cool. How about we meet back here…” he squints at the large clock hanging on the wall, hand blocking out the blaring sun. “In an hour?”
A chorus of agreements rolls through them as they rush out, excited to explore a new city. “Good speech,” Sophia pipes up from his hand. “Do you do them often?”
“I try not to,” he yawns. His thick black hair is even more unruly than usual, glasses barely hiding the light blue that’s beginning to form underneath his eyes. “Most of the time, they can handle themselves fine. All they need is a schedule and some rules to work with.”
When she doesn’t answer, Akira brings his phone up. “What? Did I say something?”
“It’s because she’s worried about you, you moron,” a disgruntled voice says.
Akira’s gaze flickers towards it. “You’re still here?”
“Of course I am,” Ryuji says. “You really think I’d leave without saying goodbye? Glad I didn’t either, cause you look like shit.”
“Thanks.”
“Still pretty, though. No worries about that part.” He shoves his hand deep in his pocket, stray yen clinking against each other as he rummages. After a moment, he throws something at Akira. “Catch.”
He plucks it out from the air with ease. “Car keys?” he asks, surprised.
“Grabbed them from Makoto before she ran off for stationery shopping.” Ryuji reaches forward, gently turning Akira’s head this way and that, frowning. “I told you to quit staying up so late. You’re exhausted.”
“I am not.”
“He is,” Sophia refutes. “Last night, he had approximately four hours of sleep, with only four minutes of that being REM sleep.”
“I told you. She’s even bringing up computer stuff now.”
“I think you are thinking about RAM, Ryuji.”
“Whatever,” he shakes his head. “Look, just head to the RV, get some shut-eye. You can finally sleep in a proper bed that isn’t an overheating tent with three sweaty dudes and a cat. Oh, and trade phones with me.”
He hands it over without hesitation, sliding Ryuji’s phone into his own pocket. “Why?”
“You have the grocery list in here, yeah? Not to mention, I don’t want Sophia getting bored while you nap it up.” He looks down at her. “Hi, by the way.”
“Hi!”
Akira still doesn’t seem convinced. “But I promised Yusuke—”
“Who’s with Ann now, shopping like they’d die if they didn’t get the perfect skirt to fit her next shoot,” he says, uncompromising. “Chill. It’s fine. We’ll survive an hour without Joker keeping an eye on us.”
They stare each other down for a long moment with Sophia watching. She does not need to run the numbers on this one; Akira will not allow himself to go back to the RV.
To her surprise, he relents. “Twenty minutes.”
Ryuji scoffs. “We’ll see about that. You suck at waking up.”
“Shut up.” And then, quieter, “Thank you.”
“You know I got your back.”
He yawns once more, slowly walking back to their car. “Sophia, please make sure that when he gets the Pocky to get the strawberry one. Futaba won’t eat anything else. And also that Haru wanted doilies to make the place look nicer. White, if you can find them.”
“Roger that,” she replies, distracted. How is she wrong again? This is troubling.
“My hoodie’s in my bag if you get cold!” Ryuji calls out. Akira throws him a thumbs up without looking back. “Jeez, that guy. He’s gonna run himself to the ground before he’s thirty, I swear. Like some geezer with a bad back but with really good hairline or something.”
An old man with a thick head of hair shoots him a glare as he passes by them. Ryuji laughs, high-pitched. “Yikes, that was awkward. Let’s get out of here, we need to hit up the grocery store before they run out of carrots.”
Sophia doesn’t answer, too deep in her thoughts and running endless calculations.
—
It’s impossible for her to get a headache, but her code is trying its best to give her one.
Two mistakes now. That isn’t allowed to happen. She’s lucky that they were both relatively small errors, but it can easily become a bigger problem. What can she do?
Luckily, that had a very simple answer.
“Ryuji?”
“Hmm?” He peels his eyes away from scrutinizing the oranges in his hands, the wires from his earphones swaying when he does. After one too many strange looks when he talks to nothing, it was just better to act like he was on a phone call. “Yeah?”
“I have a question.”
“What am I, a teacher?” he snorts. “If you got a question, go ahead. Friends can do that.”
That’s right. They’re friends, and friends have trust in one another. Sophia jotted that down as lesson number forty-eight, thirteen days ago.
“Okay,” she says. Questions float around her, and she picks the one that’s giving her the most stress. “If I was not as useful as you think I am, would we still remain friends?”
The orange tumbles out of his grip, and he rushes to catch it before it hits the ground. “Wha—!” he stutters out. “Duh! Obviously! What the—where the hell did that come from? Did we do something to think that we’d just ditch you like that?” he lifts the phone so that she was eye-level with him. “Be honest,” he says seriously, quickly. “Did I say something to hurt your feelings? I do that sometimes, and I’m working on it, and I know that’s no excuse—”
“You did not say anything to hurt my feelings,” she says before he spirals even further. “In fact, I do not have feelings for you to hurt.”
Relief blooms on his expression, and he sags his body against the fruit display. “Okay, good. Good. Thought I was gonna get a heart attack. I’d be pissed at myself if I did, and I just know Akira would give me so much shit.” He sighs, ridding himself of panic before giving him her full attention. “So what’s up?
“Sir…” an employee shuffles towards them, hands shaking knees knocking against each other. He is afraid, she notes, but of what? “I’m sorry, but it’s against store policy to lean on the product. Please try to understand.”
“Oh, shoot!” Ryuji exclaims, straightening up. “Sorry, man. I didn’t even realize. I think I squished an orange, but I’ll buy it so your boss doesn’t give you hell for that one.”
The employee blinks. “You would?” he says, shocked. “That would be great, actually. Thank you so much!”
“Don’t sweat it,” he waves it off. Tugging the shopping cart, he places Sophia where they’d normally put babies. “Hope he doesn’t get in trouble. I feel kinda bad.”
She thinks for a moment. “Ryuji, why was that man afraid?”
Swiftly, red rushes to his cheeks. “That obvious? Aw, man.”
“I don’t know if it was obvious, but all the signs were there,” she says, watching as he ducks his head, embarrassed. “What is happening? I do not understand.”
“It’s just—” his eyes shift sideways, meeting the eye of a young girl. Immediately, she directs her gaze downwards. “I look really scary to people.”
“You do?” It isn’t in her program to doubt, but she is rather skeptical. During the entire trip, he has been nothing but kind to her. Yes, there are times when he has arguments with others in the group, but more often than not it’s him that’s being teased rather than the other way around. “Why? You aren’t even that tall.”
“Ouch?”
“I’m just saying that you are not scary to me, so I don’t really understand why other people would be.”
He sighs, picking up a box of miso unseeingly. “It’s a combination of a lot of things. My hair’s bleached, and people usually see that as like, punk or whatever. My posture sucks and my voice is loud.” Shrugging, he throws it in the cart. “It doesn’t really bug me though. At least that means strangers usually don’t bother the group, cause they think I’ll kick their ass.”
“And would you?” Sophia crosses off miso. Only bandages are left on the list, but the cart is filled with snacks, sodas, and a small cactus. “‘Kick their ass?’”
“No way. If I did, my mom would kick my ass, and I can’t pull that shit twice in a lifetime.” Pushing the cart, they slowly meander through the aisles, occasionally looking at what’s on sale. Ryuji tosses in rainbow marshmallows, and after a moment, reluctantly puts it back.
“But you know,” he says eventually. “If someone was bothering the group, it’s not as if I’d just let it happen.”
She considers his answer. “You are tough,” she concludes. “But not scary.”
“Uh, yes,” he says, unsure. And then, with more conviction, “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
“Got it. ‘Ryuji is tough, but other people are terrified of him.’ I will make a note of that.” He looks like he wants to say something, but she keeps going. “Synonyms for ‘tough’: robust, stalwart, and strong. Would you say that’s accurate?”
He laughs, disbelieving. “No idea what the first two meant, but the third one isn’t right.”
“Why not? You can fight Shadows. Your muscle ratio is high. One time, when Futaba couldn’t unscrew her water bottle, you did it with no problem.”
“Because, Sophia,” Ryuji picks up gummy worms, and turns to her with pleading eyes. When she shakes her head, he puts it back on the shelf with a grimace. “Strength isn’t always about muscles and who can kill what. It’s more than that.”
It seems as though he doesn’t want to speak about this anymore, but the topic is too interesting to stop here. “Explain, please.”
“It’s...it’s like mental strength,” he says begrudgingly. “Like if someone failed an exam they studied real hard for, mental strength would help them get through a tough situation like that. Like Akira.”
“Akira has high mental strength?”
“Oh, the highest out of all of us without a doubt. The world could explode and he’d be all—” Ryuji lowers his voice by an octave. “‘Here’s what we can do,’ and then fix it somehow. That’s just the kind of guy he is. All plans and no fear.”
All plans and no fear is a good way of describing Joker. “And you aren’t like that?”
“No way. Have you ever seen me have a plan in my life? I’m more of an ‘act before I can talk myself out of it’ person. Usually works out fine in the end. Besides, he does it enough for the both of us.” His eyes light up. “Do you think if I get the panda bandages, it would work better in the Metaverse? Cause of the brain stuff?”
“I think so, as long as it makes people think it works better.”
“Great.” Ryuji tosses it in with the rest. “And I think we got everything! Let’s head out. If we’re lucky, we can grab some ice cream before we meet up with the rest of them.”
“Good job! But you may want to consider removing the orange soda. Makoto is already unhappy with how much junk food you are always eating.”
“Fine. I’m keeping the cactus though.”
It was only when they’re all sleeping back in the RV when she realizes that she never got to ask him her actual question. Actually, she ended up with even more questions than when she began.
Maybe she’ll have better luck asking Akira instead.
—
They, or rather Akira, have their knees buried in a patch of grass in the middle of Sapporo with a small pile of four-leaf clovers by his ankles when she decides it would be appropriate to ask him.
“Akira, can I ask—” she pauses, and tries again. “I have a question.”
His face is so close to the ground that even the dirt would realize that his glasses don’t have prescription, and people are shooting him worried looks that he completely ignores. “Shoot.”
“Actually, I have many questions, and I’m hoping you’ll answer all of them as honestly as you can in order to have the most accurate data possible.”
“Research?”
More often than not, Akira has been giving her information about the world that she does not have access to. Slang terms that Futaba yells out in frustration, Ann’s tendency to jump from one topic to the next with little regard to who she’s talking to. It’s all confusing to Sophia, so she makes sure to memorize all of these instances and bring it to him for clarification.
“Sort of,” she says. “Some of my predictions have been off lately, and I am trying to figure out why.”
“Sure. Oh, another one.” Gently, he plucks it from the soil and gently places it with the others. “For Haru. Apparently, she’s really struggling with economics, so hopefully this helps her out next semester.”
“How many more?”
“Four,” he replies. “Yusuke, Sojiro, Akane, and Ryuji.”
She frowns. “Ryuji already has one.”
“He’s going to need more than one.” Akira turns to her, distressed. “Entrance exams are coming up.”
“Oh.”
“Yup,” he turns back to his task. “Anyway, you had a question?”
“Right,” she says, clearing her throat: a sign of taking a more serious tone. “Why are you scared of Ryuji?”
Akira freezes. Sophia waits patiently. But after a moment, then two, then five, there is still no reaction from him. And then slowly, he faces her with a blank expression.
She has not known Kurusu Akira for very long—only a few weeks in fact. But in that time, she feels that she has come to learn a lot about him. For instance, he does not like pears. He also finds grocery shopping relaxing, and he would die for his friends. Another thing she has learned from him is that he is very quiet; even in the Metaverse, amidst the explosions and gunshots, he does not yell. It is not as if he has nothing to say, but rather he would rather express himself through gestures and the odd comment here and there. He is much happier to let the people around him carry the conversation for him.
Shock racks through her as he bursts out laughing. His shoulders move up and down as laughs pour out of him uncontrollably. “What—?” he tries, pushing his glasses atop his head. It’s almost hidden amongst his thick, black locks. “Did you seriously ask if I was afraid of Ryuji? Sakamoto Ryuji? Blond guy, helps out in the Metaverse? My best friend?”
“Um.” This was not what she was expecting, despite having no expectations to begin with. “Yes.”
He sighs, content. “I really have to thank you, Sophia.” Akira brings his glasses back to his nose, the corners of his mouth quirked up. “That was really good. Haven’t laughed that hard since Yusuke thought Italy was near Mexico.”
She tilts her head sideways. “I was not joking.”
“Yeah, I figured.” He sits up, crossing his legs over each other, giving her his full attention. “Tell me why you thought I was scared of him.” Even as he’s sobered up, he can’t quite finish the sentence without smiling.
“My predictions have been off lately,” she says, a wrinkle between her brows. “This is normal—predictions by their nature cannot always be right. However, I’ve noticed that they’re incorrect more often lately. I ran the data, and these errors are related to two things:” Sophia brings her hand to the screen so that he can see properly. “You and him, as a unit. Individually, there doesn’t seem to be any errors. It is specifically when you are being measured together that creates mistakes. My prognosis on everyone else in the group creates more stable and accurate results.”
Sophia twists her hair in her hands. “The only reason it would be wrong is because of a confounding variable. Maybe there’s something between the two of you that others do not have. So I thought that answer—”
“Was fear,” he finishes. There’s an odd tone in his voice that she doesn’t comprehend. His gray eyes, sharp but never unkind. “I see where you’re coming from. But, and I can swear on this fact—it isn’t fear. I am not, nor will I ever be, afraid of him.”
She deflates. Wrong again. “And he’s not afraid of you?” she asks, out of desperation than anything.
Akira thinks for a moment. “Do you remember when I was cooking, and Ryuji went in to smell the broth, and knocked the whole thing over and onto my suitcase?” She nods. She had taken many pictures of that moment. “He felt really guilty, but he wasn’t scared of my reaction. He was more scared that he had ruined my stuff. You know what I mean?”
“I think I do.”
He bops the top of his phone a few times, an odd resemblance of patting her head. “Cool.”
Sophia stares at the road past their garden of clovers. Cars speed forward, too quick for her to focus on what the driver looks like. It’s hot today, but she doesn’t feel it. She runs her data one more time. “Akira, do you love Ryuji?”
His hands do not pause. “I love all my friends,” he answers simply.
—
At the end of the day, it does not matter if her attempts at predicting the future are fruitless. If she is in fact humanity’s companion, her code makes sure of one thing above all else: to help humanity with any of their endeavors.
That’s a tall order, especially when there are 7,874,965,825 humans within that humanity at this moment. Sophia is only one being, and realism is etched into her. To make things simple, she gave herself a domain of discourse. A sample size. Narrowing what she can do, and who she can help. The entirety of humanity then, at least in Sophia’s mind, falls under the Phantom Thieves of Hearts.
Sapporo is freezing. Frosty. Crisp. Chilly.
“Fucking cold!” Ryuji shivers, jogging around them in an effort to get warm. “I hate this, I hate this, I hate this.”
“Even with the space heaters on, it seems that the winter isn’t interested in going anywhere,” Makoto says. She’s standing uncomfortably close to Ann, trying to leech off of her inherent heat. Actually, she wasn’t the only one—Haru is also inching her way to her. “It should probably get better once we start moving. Good thing we won’t be here long.”
Yusuke nods, unperturbed. “Yes, this should be a quick run. We’re just here to collect a desire gone astray, yes?” It seems that the ice does little to bother him. “Oracle, can you find its location?” No response. “Oracle?”
He glances to the ground, sighing when he finds her on the ground, eyes closed and breathing deeply. “Wake up,” he says, nudging her with his boot. When she doesn’t move, Yusuke throws an exasperated look at Akira.
Reluctantly, he nods. “Yeah, yeah, I got her,” he says, summoning Queen Mab. Instantly, the temperature seems to rise, just a little bit. Scooping her up, Akira shakes her roughly like a particularly malicious sack of flour. “Wake up, your space heater’s here.”
“This may be a quick run,” Haru says. “But it doesn’t mean we should take this any less seriously. Someone’s desire got lost on its way back, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, that sounds—Mona, get off my leg—about right.” Ann squints her eyes along the horizon. “It’s far, right? If we start moving now, we can probably work off the frost on our skin.”
“Yeah, it’s about…” Futaba yawns as Akira sets her on her feet. “Twenty-minute walk? Ten-minute run, but unless you want me slipping and turning the ice red, we’re gonna want to slow down.”
Akira touches his mask. “Agi.” A wave of heat rushes over them, and she sighs, grateful for the respite. “Hopefully that helped a little. But it won’t last long, and we shouldn’t waste energy warming up. Quick recap—someone lost their desire, we’re here to make sure it gets back. Our top priority is getting that desire back as quick as possible. Questions?”
Sophia raises her hand.
“Yup?”
“Did you say top priority?”
“Yes, I did say top priority.”
“Understood!” she chirps, making a note in her head. It was hard to concentrate when she felt like her insides were freezing up.
Another hand shoots up.
“Noir?”
“I don’t have a question. I just think you’re doing a wonderful job.”
“Thank you, Noir. Always a pleasure.” He looks around, nodding. “Alright. If that’s it, then let’s do this thing.”
They all move ahead, wary of their footing. Sophia frowns as she scuttles forward, scared of being left behind. There is no room for error here. If she feels that she is not useful in the real world, then she can at least utilize her talents here. And the first step to doing that is to make sure she is doing two things:
1) Not slow
2) Won’t trip
After a while, she looks up and feels her eyes bulge. How did they get so far already? Sophia can hardly see them anymore, especially with the slight fog that’s beginning to emerge. She has to get there faster.
Failed step number one already. For once, she’s glad she wasn’t hardcoded with emotions, or else humiliation would be overwhelming. Quickening her pace, she’s determined to do this correctly. One foot, then the next. One foot, then the next. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left—
She slips.
With a gasp, she moves to twist her body so that it wasn’t her head that would take the impact, and closes her eyes shut.
Just before she slams into the ice, arms grab her torso, swinging her forward. “Whoa there, shorty!”
Ryuji uses the momentum to swing her onto his back, and she latches around her neck, bewildered. “You okay? Almost got knocked out before any Shadow got to us.”
“Yes,” she replies, breathless. “Thank you for saving me. That would have been bad.”
“No prob!” he marches onward as if he wasn’t carrying an entire human being on his back while treading through sleet.
“...You can settle me down if you’d like.”
“I would not like.” He grins, boots finding matte ice with ease. “I kinda love carrying you like this. Not like I can do this in the real world, can I? ‘Sides, Futaba would chew my head off if I tried it with her.”
“Have you?”
“Maybe.”
She laughs as they finally reconvene with the rest of them. When Akira turns to them, his expression softens with relief. “All good?”
“All good,” Ryuji says. “Nothing Sophie and I can’t handle.” He raises his fist at her, and she bumps it enthusiastically. Lesson twenty-three: never refuse a fist-bump. It’s one of her favorites.
“Stop, stop, stop, stop!” Futaba calls out from beside Ann, arms were linked as if they were strolling through a park, and not a Shadow-infested land. “I said stop!”
“We heard you the first time!” Morgana yowls. “Are we here?”
“We’re close. Kinda weird though.” She smacks the side of her goggles a few times impatiently. “Nothing’s showing up.”
“Lucky!” Ann whoops. “Let’s get this over with and get some gelato!”
Rounding the corner of an empty street, Yusuke points forward to a glowing heart, beating in time to its pulsing light. “That’s it, I take it?”
“I can get it.” Sophia pats Ryuji’s shoulder, and he lets her down. “That way, we can finish this as soon as possible.”
She runs forward, eager.
“Wait—!” Futaba cries out from behind her. “We’re getting ambushed!”
As she says it, footsteps surround them, the clanging of weapons and the grunts of Shadows appearing out of nowhere. She starts to run faster, terrified of slipping but pushes on anyway. She can do this.
“Shit,” Akira hisses. “Sophie, come back here!”
Sophia ignores him, the Desire almost in her reach when she feels it. A cold breeze, impossibly colder than the temperature before, almost seems to pierce through her skin. She did not need to turn around to know what it was—every cell in her body is screaming it for her.
A curse. A strong one that would have no problem wiping her out like fly on the RV’s windshield wiper.
Would she at least be able to save the Desire? Even if she ceases to exist? Would it be worth it then? It should be, since this is what she was made for.
Something solid shoves her from behind, and she gives out a yell before hitting the ground, hard.
“What…?” she mutters, disoriented. Somehow, she isn’t dead, or even near death. Shaking her head, she grasps for the Desire in front of her before turning around.
Instantly, her heart stops. The Desire in her hand continues to pulse steadily as she stares down at Ryuji, collapsed on the ground.
“Skull?” she whispers. Leaning down, she can still hear his breathing, though it’s faint. Her hand reaches out, before she remembers. Top priority. The Desire needs to get to Joker first.
The ground begins to rumble, and Sophia looks up in time to see an arch of glowing white explode. Every Shadow is eviscerated, their ashes scattering violently at the aftershock of wind that follows from the impact. Concrete cracks, snow blows away. Without a doubt, it’s an attack from a Persona user, but she has no idea who it came from.
As the dust settles, stray bits of ice falling from the sky like hail, Akira shoots out from the fog. He’s moving faster than she’s ever seen him, and there’s a desperation to his movements that throws her off-guard. Maybe he didn’t see yet? Sophia steps forward.
“Joker!” she calls out when he gets closer, thrusting her hand forward. “I got the Desire!”
He rushes past her without a blink.
Akira skids to his knees. “Ryuji!” When there’s no answer, he pulls Ryuji to his knees, resting his head on his lap. Akira presses his fingers against the pulse on his neck, concentrating intensely. Then he grits his teeth. “I can work with this.”
More footsteps. Familiar ones. “Dammit, Joker!” Morgana says. “You can’t just throw around attacks like that, especially with such weak enemies. You know how draining that spell is.”
He ignores him. Akira removes Ryuji’s mask with great care, setting it aside, before touching his own. “Aid me, Sarasvati.”
“Joker?” she tries.
A floating woman donned in green with a delicate instrument in her long fingertips appeared from the fibers of his mask, her expression kind and tender.
“Joker.”
Healing power flows through his hands, so potent that it glows green. Sweat pours from his brow, and his wrist begins to tremble with effort.
“Joker!”
“What, Sophie?” he rounds on her, gray eyes intense.
“I got the Desire!” she announces triumphantly.
A beat passes. And then another. It was as if there was never even a deafening battle not one minute prior.
When Akira finally speaks, his voice is low. “Panther, take Sophie away please.”
Her breathing stops. She could not inhale the air even if it was demanded of her. Akira turns back to Ryuji, but Sophia’s eyes stuck to him—like she was hypnotized, cemented to the back of his head, unable to look away. Every inch of her body is numb, but none of it has anything to do with the cold.
Ann gently takes her hand, hot as iron against hers, and takes the Desire in the other. “Come on, Soph. Let’s go for a walk, huh?”
She lets herself be led away, blank and unseeing, a part of her staying wishing to stay behind to...what? She didn’t know. There’s so much she doesn’t know.
They keep walking, rounding street corners, quietly passing underneath frozen lamp posts. Sophia wasn’t sure where they were going, but she didn’t bother to ask. Eventually, they duck underneath a railing, Ann covering her head to make sure she doesn’t accidentally bang her skull against the metal. When they straight up, she blinks.
“A heater?”
“Yeah,” Ann sighs, flopping down on a toppled column as if it were a sofa. “I figured if we were going to talk, you might as well stop shivering during that time.” At her words, Sophia realizes how hard she was shaking. Ann pats the spot beside her. “Sit. Nothing a little girl talk can’t fix.” She does.
At her silence, Ann hums. “Cold, isn’t it? You guys haven’t stopped complaining since we got here. I’m super lucky that Carmen’s here to help me. Warms me up even better than this heater, if you can imagine that. Completely different from the real world, where we feel like we’re going to burst into flames any second.” She yawns. “But god, there’s no one in all of Japan that can run his mouth about the weather like Ryuji.” Sophia clenches her fist, but she keeps going, speaking almost wistfully. “I mean, he’s just so loud, you know? Like, how many times have we driven by cows on this trip, and he’d literally wake us all up just to show us? Not to mention, he eats up all the food and snores like crazy. God, one time I invited everyone over at my place, and he just slept in my bed when he got tired! Who does that?”
Ann sighs. “But man, I’ve never met someone more devoted to his friends than him. Sometimes, he’d even give ‘Kira a run for his money, the way he’d just drop everything and run to where trouble is. Day or night, that idiot would show up on your doorstep the minute you shoot him a text, wearing the most ridiculous pajamas you’ve ever seen,” she scoffs. “He started the Thieves with Akira, you know? All gung ho about justice and stuff, you should’ve seen it. And he had the spine to back it up, too.” She smiles, just a little. “Don’t tell him, but I think he’s really, really cool.”
A drop of water hits Sophia’s wrist. And another. And another, until her vision blurs and her chest is heaving. “I just—” she sobs without restraint. “I was just trying to help. I just want to be useful and do what I was made to do, and Akira said from before that this—this was the top priority, and I even made sure, so I asked, but when I finally got the Desire and I was so sure that I’d finally done something right...” the image of Akira’s cold gaze makes her flinch, hard. “He’s just so mad at me, Ann. And Ryuji—” she chokes on his name like a curse, her tongue tumbling over it as if it were getting caught in a lie. “He protected me from before, but he said he was tough, so I thought it was okay since the Desire was the top priority but he got hurt because of me.”
“I don’t even know what I’m feeling, or why I’m crying, or why you’re being so nice to me even though I know I did something bad! I just—” Sophia buries her face in her hands, muffling her scream. “I just don’t understand anything!”
Warm hands rub her back. “I know,” Ann says quietly. “You’re trying your best. We all get that, and we all think you’re doing an A-plus job.” She pauses. “Sophia, Ryuji didn’t take the hit for you because he was thinking about the Desire. He did it because he didn’t want to see you hurt.”
That makes Sophia peek up. “But that was the top priority, wasn’t it?”
“Uh-huh, but that wasn’t his heart’s top priority.” Ann pokes her temple. “That whole logic and calculation thing you have going on is good and stuff, but the thing about the human heart is that you can’t always choose why you do things, or how you react in certain situations. I bet you anything that he totally forgot that we were even looking for this thing when he pushed you,” she waves the beating heart in her hand, still glowing. “And that’s also why Akira got a little mad at you from before.”
She deflates. “He hates me,” she mumbles, feeling her insides churn uncomfortably.
“That boy doesn’t have the time in his schedule to hate anyone,” Ann reassures her. “He’s just...really, really terrified.”
“But why?” Sophia’s starting to despise that word. “He already knew that he was okay. Why would he still be worried?”
Ann looks up, thinking. “You really love and care about Ryuji, right?”
Love was still a foreign concept to her, but for once the answer came forth with ease. “Yes.”
“Take that feeling, that dense, little ball of love and adoration in your tiny body, and multiply that by about eighteen million. That’s probably about the range of what Akira feels about him.”
She quickly runs the numbers. “Whoa.”
“Yeah. Kinda scary, huh?”
It is scary. With numbers this high, she can only begin to imagine what it felt like for Akira to think that he might be seriously hurt, or even worse, dead. All because of Sophia.
“Hey now, I know that look!” Ann flicks her forehead. “I don’t want you to get all mopey about this. You said it yourself—he’s a tough guy. The toughest there is, but don’t tell him that. It’ll go straight to his empty head.”
She stands with exuberance, stretching. “Alright, I think we’re about done here. How we feeling? You ready to go back?”
No. Her heart speeds up at the thought of going back, her shoulders tensing in on itself, but somehow it would be worse to stay here. “I’m ready.”
“That’s what we like to hear!” Ann cheers. “No chickening out now, okay? You can do this.”
“I can do this.” Sophia repeats, and then, louder: “I can do this!
“Yay! And Sophie?” she looks up in time to see Ann giving her a warm look. “Just because you don’t understand something, doesn’t mean we love you any less. You are allowed to be confused and make mistakes. Do you understand that?”
Sophia smiles wide. “I understand.”
—
They were a block away from the rest of the group when Akira emerged from the fog. With his black attire and dark hair, he could have looked like a picturesque horror movie figure, but somehow his expression ruined that facade the moment she saw it.
“I’m going on ahead,” Ann says when Sophia stops in front of him. “Someone has to make sure Futaba doesn’t sleep on us again.”
“Thanks,” he answers. Then, to Sophia, “Hi.”
“Hi, Joker.” She’s been practicing her speech the entire way back, her points all lined up in her mind, all leading up to the big apology. “I—”
“Pause,” he cuts in, and she shrinks. Is he still mad? She can’t read his expression. He kneels in front of her, squinting, and it suddenly shifts to horror. “Did...did you cry? Did I make you cry?”
“No,” she says quickly, but he doesn’t believe her for even a minute. “Yes. Sorry.”
“Oh god, no, please don’t apologize. Shit,” he rubs the back of his neck, sighing. It’s guilt, she realizes with a shock. “I’m such an asshole. I can’t believe I let myself lash out like that. A thousand apologies won’t even be enough. I was scared out of my mind, but that doesn’t mean I can just treat you like that. I even sent you away, like you’re some sort of kid,” he winces. “I’m really sorry. Can you forgive me?”
She stares at him. “I was supposed to say that stuff.”
He looks taken aback by her words. “No? How could you have known that we would have been ambushed? Ugh, I’m so dumb. I shouldn’t have reacted like that.” Akira sends her a pointed look. “Though, you really shouldn’t split off from the group next time. Top priority means important, but above all else is your safety. Put that in your code.”
“I will,” she promises.
“Good. And the second priority is—” he reaches forward and engulfs her in a tight hug. “Is that you won’t ever, ever think that I’d hate you.”
She frowns. “How did you know?”
“A hunch.” Beat. “Also, Ann gave me a look.” He pulls back. “Are we still friends?”
Relief washes into her, crashing like a wave. “Of course,” she says, before hesitating. “Is…?”
“Yeah, he is.” Akira rolls his eyes, but there is no hiding the grin that takes over him. “A little too good, actually. He hasn’t stopped running around since I poured some energy back into him. I kind of think I overdid it, actually. Oh, and he’s excited to see you again.”
“He is?” she asks, hopeful.
“Absolutely. Asked about you the minute he came to.” Akira gets to his feet. “Shall we say hi?”
“Please.”
As they walk back, an epiphany takes over her. “Oh!” she exclaims, making Akira jump. “I get it now.”
“What’s up?”
“You love Ryuji.”
“That’s right,” he raises a brow.
She shakes her head. “You love Ryuji,” she insists. Even accounting for a margin of error, there’s simply no mistaking her results.
Akira stares at her for a long moment, before huffing out a laugh.
“Yeah, that’s right,” he says softly.
The moment Ryuji sees her, she sprints, throwing caution to the wind as she leaps into his arms. He catches her without hesitation. “Glad to see you’re safe, shorty.”
Sophia knows a lot of things, but there’s also a lot she doesn’t understand. But that’s fine. She’ll get there, and her friends will be waiting for her when she does.
#p5#fic tag#margin of error#mine#ryuji sakamoto#sophia#no p5s spoilers sans the locations#kiss ryuji day#just a quick thing yeah sure 7k is quick#my moon and stars#the leader and his right hand man#big shoutout to pear for holding my hand while i had a breakdown in life and decided to write this#akira kurusu
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Remember Me
Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader
Warning: funeral, cancer, death
Notes: this is kinda sad boi hour, elijah spends the day remembering you after you’ve died kinda thing
Word Count: 2064
Elijah leaned against the doorway, watching as you were listening to music loudly in your earphones while putting on makeup. Your mouth as slightly opened as you focused on applying your mascara, flinching every time you brought the tip closer to your eye.
The bright yellow sundress you had picked out for the day still hung on the wardrobe door as Elijah woke up, the suit he was wearing had for a second left red indentations on his skin which healed as he stood up. His eyes stopped at the dress, a sudden wave of feelings weighing down over his chest, knowing that you’d never get to wear it again.
Elijah walked over to the dress his hand bunching the fabric tightly in his hand while he smelled it, closing his eyes as he could recognize your perfume still present in the fabric.
You were sitting in a bench, leaning your head back to look at the sky, the sky was painted in a strong red burn mixed with the white and pink clouds it looked like a painting. Elijah was sitting beside you, one hand thrown around your neck like a pillow while he looked at you, smiling at your amazement at the sky.
“Don’t you two look disgustingly happy,” Klaus strolled into the courtyard with a grin as he watched you two. “Never seen a sky before Y/N?”
“Fuck off,” you answered, not even looking at him.
“I think you’re adorable,” Elijah stated and leaned down to place a kiss against your now blushing cheek.
“Fuck off,” you repeated, this time a mumble as you looked at Elijah.
“I’d prefer not,” he answered. “You could come with me.”
“As I said, disgusting,” Klaus muttered as he watched you blush deeper but answered with a yes, following him up to his room. “At least lock the door this time!”
“Elijah?” Freya knocked on his door, she sounded hesitant, saddened as she waited for a few seconds before opening the door. “Are you coming?”
“This is what she wanted,” Elijah told Freya absently while keeping his eyes on your dress. “The party, the people, down to every little pebble... I want to honor her wish— but all I truly want is to stay right here and bury myself in her dresses and shirts and every stupid little thing she left here.”
“We miss her too, and honestly I’m pretty sure none of us wants to celebrate her death,” Freya stepped inside and placed a arm around Elijah’s shoulder, which he didn’t even react to. “But she told us— very clearly— that we can cry and be miserable at any time but not today, she wanted us to remember her as she was—“
“Happy, fearless, smoking a cigarette while looking at the man she loved after a good round in the hay,” Elijah continued and chuckled slightly. “I don’t want to forget it, that feeling of being loved by her... it’s something extraordinary about it, like you’re drowning and she just pulls you up and you never want to be without her again, yet here I am.”
“Come on, if we leave now I won’t tell Nik you’re wearing the same suit as yesterday,” Freya teased him, noticing the small tug of his lips as he nodded wrapping an arm around Freya’s waist. “He’s been drinking, I never thought they were that close.”
“Niklaus has a funny way of showing he cares, with her I guess it was by endlessly mocking her,” Elijah looked down the hall with a frown. “You know, he fought harder about treatment with her than I did, he said something about making sure she’d be Izzie Stevens. How she’d managed to get him to watch Grey’s Anatomy I never understood.”
Freya chuckled lightly and stroked his arm as Elijah let go of her. “One day, Elijah, than we’ll mourn.”
Elijah sat beside you, looking at the wall above the doctors head, scanning some of the documents. You had been in for a regular check up and mentioned some recurring headaches after a fall down the stairs, (which was actually you ending up in the crossfire of some vampires arguing), and after some testing and scans you had been told to call someone, if you needed it. And you called Elijah, thinking it’d be something like a concussion and you’d need a ride, but no instead you two had been taken to meet an oncologist.
“How long do I have?” Elijah was torn from his focus on the wall. “It’s bad right? You have that look in your eye, like she’s only started her life and now she’ll die, so how long? Five years?” The doctor was about to answer but you cut her off again. “It’s shorter, right? Three? Two? Do I even have one?”
“With treatment, statistics give you a year, some live five but—“
“I am dying, anyways?” You filled in, getting a nod in response. “What’s the treatment?”
“We start with surgery, then chemotherapy and you’ll have to take medication,” you looked over at Elijah who had placed his hand on yours squeezing tightly, you imagined he wasn’t really listening anymore either. Vampires, werewolves, witches, hybrids, ex’s. Somehow you two had been through it all together yet neither of you had thought of this, a glioblastoma. A brain tumor.
“And this will give me, a year?” You asked.
“Some get more some less.”
“My grandmother died from cancer, when I was 15,” you leaned back slightly. “The last thing I told her was that she looked sick, and she answered that she was and that she’d wished she had rejected the treatment because she would die anyways. All she wanted was a little more time— I’ve had time and if I get a year where I can’t really live, I’d rather go sooner.”
“Perhaps you two should take some time to discuss—“
“No,” you answered, squeezing Elijah’s hand to get his attention back to where it belonged. “I’ve decided. Do I need to sign something?”
“Yes, a few papers...”
Klaus had saved seats for Elijah and Freya at the front, looking as miserable as Elijah felt even though Klaus had clearly attempted to clean up for the moment. People were chattering amongst themselves while waiting for the priest.
“I can’t believe she chose a service after all,” Klaus muttered and looked at Elijah who shrugged.
“It’s for appearances, she said something about wanting to be the talk of the town and all her friends and family who hadn’t spoken to her since she moved away from Mystic Falls,” Elijah told him and nodded towards the cluster of Mystic Falls residents sitting on the other side of the church. “She wanted to for once outshine Elena Gilbert and her main character aura.”
Klaus chuckled slightly and looked towards your coffin and shook his head. “I loved her, even though I never told her or you— she was the girl who always saw me as family and the only one I will ever approve for you.”
“She loved you too, that she did tell me,” Elijah informed him and a fond smile spread over his lips. “Sometimes she’d say that had you only been a brunette I’d have a run for my money.”
“I knew she had a thing for brunettes!” Klaus smiled as he looked over at his brother. “Brunettes, suits, and impeccable taste in wine...”
“The ideal man,” Elijah sighed. “I—“
The sound of people talking stopped as a priest walked up to the middle of the church and looked out over the people.
“Today, we have gathered here not to mourn, but to celebrate and honor the life of Y/N Y/L/N...”
You ran down the stairs while holding your hand over your mouth, Klaus and Freya both looked at you as you passed them before making it to the bathroom. The sound of you hulking over the toilet followed only seconds later.
“Y/N?” Freya came after you and gathered your hair in her hands, rubbing your back soothingly. “Should we call Elijah?”
“No, no,” you dismissed her and felt the tears gather in your eyes. “I sent him on Hope duty, he needed some distraction.”
“Do you need painkillers? It’s your cramps right?” Klaus asked from outside, already holding the pills in his hand.
“No, it’s not,” you answered and looked away from the toilet while flushing, the tears were starting to run down your face as you grabbed paper to wipe around your mouth. “I’m sick...” they both nodded, thinking you were getting the flu or a stomach virus. “Cancer, I’ve got cancer,” Klaus stared at you while Freya stopped moving, her hand slowly falling from your back. “Brain cancer actually, which is kinda ironic seeing as we always say I don’t have one.”
“How long?” Klaus asked as he lowered his hand to his side.
“Have I known or how long?” You asked but got no answer as he only looked at you. “Elijah and I were at the hospital two weeks ago, and three to twelve months. Maybe more maybe less...”
“And the treatment, how have you been hiding it?” Klaus asked as you stood up from the bathroom floor and sat down on the toilet with a hesitant frown. “You’re not? You’re not getting treatment?”
“No, it’d would give me a few months in best case but I’ve seen what happens when on chemo, I won’t live a few extra months only to be around,” you told him and felt your heart drop as Klaus only walked away, throwing the painkillers on the ground as he did so.
Damon Salvatore might be the most annoying person on this earth, Elijah thought as he sat in a corner of the room decorated for a party and some were enjoying it to the fullest, like Damon Salvatore. Why Elijah hadn’t killed him? No idea, he should’ve, Elijah thought, back when he had the chance and reason to. Elijah diverted his eyes to the scene where a band was playing as Caroline climbed onto the stage, holding a white letter in her hand.
“Hello, I know most of you don’t know me but my name’s Caroline, I grew up with Y/N and well she was an amazing person,” Caroline smiled nervously as she looked around. “We hadn’t talked in a while when she got sick but when she did she asked me to do something for her, so I am, she asked me to play a recording tonight, so yeah, here it is.”
A click came from the speakers as Caroline connected her phone to them before your voice started streaming from it.
“Hello? I think this is working, it should be. I just wanted to let you all know that I love you, even Klaus, and I want to take one last chance to remind myself,” you cleared your throat, and when you spoke again it was clear you were crying. “remind myself, and everyone else, that being loved in a way that I’ve been by all of you— and mostly Elijah, is something I will never be able to express how thankful I am... so yeah, that’s all, I love you.”
“Dance with me,” you grabbed Elijah’s hand and pulled him of the couch with a smile. Elijah didn’t want to, you knew he didn’t want to but you wanted to, you needed to. Somewhere in the back of your head you knew you wouldn’t get to dance with him next week at the anniversary party you had planned. “I love you.”
“Stop,” Elijah whispered against your ear. “You don’t get to say that yet.”
“I just want you to know that,” you answered, he and you both knew it was more than that. “And you need to know—“
“I don’t need to know anything,” Elijah cut you off. “Not yet, it’s been three months. Not a year.”
“I love you, and when I’m gone, you get to move on,” you stated and swallowed the tears from your voice. “Because you I love you, and you me. You get to move on.”
Elijah didn’t answer, he only stopped dancing and wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. You felt the first tear drop from his eyes on your head and with a gentle smile you looked up at him, kissing his cheek.
“I love you.”
#elijah mikaelson#elijah mikaelson x reader#one shot#tvdu#klaus mikaelson x reader#freya mikaelson x reader#sad#angst#memories#elijah mikaelson one shot
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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.2 Kino Animate Tokuten CD
Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol. 2 キノ アニメイト 各巻購入特典ドラマCD
Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 2 Kino Animate Tokuten CD [CD not owned by me]
Audio: Here
Seiyuu: Tomoaki Maeno
Translator’s note: I have been active on this blog for over one year, yet this is actually the first time I’ve translated a solo Kino CD! I don’t know much about him as a character at all, so I’d be lying if I said he is one of my favorites. That being said, I actually enjoyed this CD a lot! The setting is perfect for Kino and I could just imagine him with a huge grin on his face the whole way through. xD
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The two of you walk around a game convention.
“Uwaaah! This is amazing! Look at that booth over there! Or that one! As far as my eyes can reach, there’s nothing but fun-looking games! As to be expected of a game convention! (1) I’ve never seen a scenery quite this beautiful!”
You sigh.
“...Hey, wait! Why do you look so troubled? I went out of my way to invite you along, so at least try and enjoy it a little!”
You tell Kino you never really asked to come here.
“Oh? I thought you said you wanted to go? Oh well, whatever. We’re here now, so might as well enjoy it, no? With this many games to choose from, I’m sure there’s at least one or two you’d liーー Ah! There’s a booth for beta releases!”
Kino suddenly dashes off.
*TIMESKIP*
“Amazing...There’s so many new games. Say, can I try this one?”
He gets permission.
“Hooray! Hm?...Ah, sorry. I forgot about you. I’ll be here for a while, so you can go and play whichever game you want as well. I don’t have the time for you right now.”
You seem disappointed.
“Woah, that was close! I nearly died! ...You heard me, so bye bye! ...Uhm...How do I summon the magic? Uwah! They added this many new types? This game has a lot of potential for challenge runs. I’d really love to take my game playing this one!”
You walk away.
*TIMESKIP*
“Haah, I had a blast! In the end, I played through all of the demos at the booth. I guess about one hour has passed? Hey, youーー ...Wait, huh? She’s gone? Ah, right. I told her to leave, didn’t I? Then again, she actually left...what a dummy. Guess it can’t be helped. I’ll go look for her, I guess. ...Oh. That person over there...”
*SCENE SHIFT*
“...What are you doing here?”
You explain.
“Hah? This whole time, you’ve just been waiting for me, doing nothing?”
You nod.
“Haah...Listen up. Aren’t you a little too dumb for your own good? You could have just played around with your phone for a bit, enjoying yourself in your own way.”
You tell him you rather waited.
“I see. ...You really are a horrible masochist, aren’t you? Waiting for me like that...You’re almost like a dog.”
You protest.
“I’m only stating the truth, no? ...Come on, doggy. Paw! Your hand~ If you do a proper job, I’ll praise you.”
You place your hand in his.
“Good job! Well then...I’ll go on a walk with you like this. There’s a booth which caught my attention over on the other side. Let’s go?”
*TIMESKIP*
“Geh...!? What a crowd...Seems like VR games are still highly popular.”
You tilt your head to the side.
“You don’t even know that much? VR is short for ‘Virtual Reality.’ You can venture through an artificial reality by using a device.”
You still seem somewhat puzzled by the concept.
“Well, they say a picture is worth more than a thousand words, no? For now, go try it out!”
*Flip*
“Here! A ticket for the try-out section. I actually got it for me, but I’ll give it to you instead.”
Your eyes widen in surprise.
“What’s with that expression? Is it so strange for me to do something for you?”
You nod.
“I feel like spoiling you every once in a while as well, you know? Well, it’s an owner’s job to look after their pet after all. Heh~ Besides...I’m sure I’ll be able to witness something very interesting.”
The two of you walk towards the try-out corner.
“Miss, we would like to try out the VR simulation. Ah, not me, but this young lady over here. We don’t need any earphones.”
He receives the gear.
*Rustle rustle*
“Well then, go ahead and leap into the fascinating world of Virtual Reality~!”
*Beep*
You seem somewhat restless, looking around.
“Hehe~ You should find yourself in an abandoned buildng right now. To tell the truth, this is a horror game, you see~”
You shriek in surprise.
“Apparently the zombies in it look super realistic! I can follow along through the screen so try your best not to die~ ...That being said, this really does feel authentic. I can imagine it must be really terrifying seeing it through the VR gear. You poor little thing~”
You ask to take off the device.
“Oh come on, what are you getting cold feet for? Just standing there is no fun, is it? Come on, hold onto your gun.”
You have a hard time holding the gun properly.
“Geez...Guess I have no other choice~”
*Rustle*
“Don’t make a fuss just because I’m holding you from behind. I’ll teach you how to use this, so make sure to remember it.”
Your cheeks flush bright red.
“Say, what are you getting all red for? Did you get excited because I’m pressed up against you? ...Do you want me to help you?”
You ask for help.
“Hmm~ But too bad~ I’m sure it’d look hilarious to see you get all scared, so I won’t play along with you.”
You pout as Kino steps away.
“...Hehe~ Well then, let’s see how far you can get without me.”
You hold your gun and start looking around.
“Ah...On your left! There’s a zombie in the distance!”
You scream.
“Ahaha~ Oh come on, don’t scream so loudly like that.”
You protest.
“Fufu~ Are you sure you have the time to scold me now? ...See? The zombies are closing in on you!”
You start panicking.
“Hahaha, you suck! What’s your plan, cornering yourself against the wall like that? Now you have no other choice but to jump down through the window! You should probably open the menu once. You should be able to view the map from there.”
*Beep*
“Mmh. Take a look at that and think it through. ...Anyway, you really are a klutz, aren’t you? At least try and get your act together inside the game! I get irritated just from watching you.”
*Rustle*
“Aah...You actually upset me on purpose, didn’t you? ...So I would suck your blood~ That shameful side of yours is rather... (whispers) cute, you know?”
You flinch.
“Fufufu~ Your shoulders twitched just now! ...You really are so easy~ I made the right choice letting you play this one. I’m having a blast! Honestly, I might be satisfied by just this sight. Hm...”
You call out for him.
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
You ask to hold hands so you’d be less scared.
“Eh? But...You won’t be able to shoot if we hold hands, right?”
You tell Kino you will use your free hand.
“I don’t think you can pull it off with just one hand, do you? Or rather, why do you want to hold hands that badly?”
You explain.
“Haah...? What are you saying? Honestly, you’ve...surpassed the point of being stupid, this is just outright crazy. You’re well aware that I’m a Vampire, yet you feel safe around me...Well, I guess it doesn’t feel bad to have you rely on me. Fine. I’ll hold your hand. In return...”
Kino sneaks closer, grabbing your hand.
*Rustle rustle*
“...I’ll be having my way with you later, okay?”
ーー THE END ーー
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(1) Called ‘game show’ in Japanese, but when I looked up the ‘Tokyo Game Show’ and saw some pictures, it looked very similar or pretty much identical to what I would call a ‘gaming convention’. The latter seems more widely known in the Western fandom, hence why I used said word.
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I thought about college obi wan and his sweaters and omg I’m going to die from cuteness
──── SNUGGLE SESSIONS.
Obi-Wan has a lot of focus, more than you have, so you’ve become used to not talking but instead sharing earbuds with him during study sessions; just listening to whatever was in your Spotify likes (which proves to be dangerous when it shuffles on the fourth Barbie soundtrack...) or, more organized, one of Obi-Wan’s study playlists. You swear he has a playlist for every mood and every occasion but that’s how he is— sometimes you think he could have been a Munk in another life.
It was cold this time of year, so you’re rugged up with your softest hoodie and fluffy blanket wrapped around you, while Obi-Wan sits beside you with one of his oversized sweaters that always made you want to snuggle into him. The sleeves were longer than his arms and he often had to roll them up to write onto his notepad— another thing that you two differed in was your handwriting; his was neat, small but neat, and yours was more likened to writing while running on a treadmill. Not that you run on treadmills too often, though.
“Five.” Obi-Wan suddenly says beside you, and you turn to look at him quizzically.
“Five?” You ask.
“This is the fifth Barbie soundtrack I’ve heard tonight.”
Oh. Oh, Maker. “Wow, I’m—” you can feel your cheeks heating up, chuckling to overcome the embarrassment— “sorry. I don’t take much notice of what I like.”
“It’s fine,” he chuckles, “Nutcracker is my favorite, I’m not complaining. I’d be worried if you had anything like... Lazy Town in your likes.”
He laughs this time and you try to match it without being too loud, “Oh boy, that would be embarrassing, huh? Uh... how about we listen to your playlist instead?”
You’re ripping the earphone jack out of your phone before he can reply, and quickly turning the screen off to slide it over to the other side of the desk. You don’t look at him but you can see his eyebrow raise from the side of your eye, and you just hope he doesn’t lean over to check your likes himself. But he doesn’t make a move and just keeps writing at his notepad.
After a moment of just twirling your pen, you say, “No playlist, then?”
“Oh, here—” he fishes his phone from his pocket before holding it out to you and your fingers touch his palm when you go to take it, making him gasp— “You’re freezing!”
You try to laugh it off but he continues, “How long have you been that cold for? Why didn’t you say anything? Maker, you’re wearing, like, three layers— how are you so cold? Here—” he extends his arm out to you, the sleeve of his sweater drooping so that it opens like an ‘O’.
For a moment, you just stare, and he just stares at you, and then he’s waving his arm and making that ‘go on’ sound, and then you realize what he wants you to do. You’d ask first, just to make sure, but you are freezing so you just slip your hand into the sleeve of his sweater, feeling the warmth from him already.
“Oh, you’re an oven!” He chuckles when he feels your fingers wandering along his arm. “Does the cold not affect you?”
“I’m not bothered much with the weather.” He says.
“I wish I were you.”
“I hope not. I’d rather be around you than myself.”
You shake your head, smiling to yourself as you carry on with scrolling through his playlists to find the one dedicated to studying. Obi-Wan, on the other hand, keeps his eyes on you and smiles to himself at feeling your fingers still wandering up and down his arm.
You’ve barely made it halfway down the page before he speaks, “Why don’t we take a break? We’ve been at this for hours.”
“Yeah, I won’t say no to that.” You chuckle, “Do you have a mellow playlist? Something lo-fi, maybe? Actually don’t answer that, I already know you do.”
He chuckles again, leaning over to scroll down the screen faster and click shuffle on his sleepy playlist. They’re all instrumentals, very relaxing, and he murmurs something about meditation before he’s slouching in the chair and using his free hand to pull you closer into him; resting his head on top of yours. He’s so snuggly, more than you thought he would be, and so incredibly comfortable that you’re falling asleep in a matter of minutes— rocking gently with the slow rise and fall of his chest and the sound of his breath.
It isn’t until later, when your eyelids are fluttering open, that you notice how warm you’ve gotten just by being held by him, but then it isn’t until a few seconds after that that you realize what woke you up; a chorus of ‘We are number one!’ coming from your phone’s speaker and you’re snatching it out of Obi-Wan’s hand and screaming over his triumphant laughter.
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A Mother's Love🤍
It was lunchtime, but Alliah was not in the school's cafeteria. It was always too crowded and noisy, and the food wasn't the best anyways.
Instead she preferred playing intruments to her heart's content in one of the empty music rooms. Today it was one of her favourites, an acoustic violin. It was one of the school's few undamaged ones, so she handled it with care and hoped no other student would accidentally break it.
Her stomach growled, but she knew the money she had on her wouldn't be enough to buy even a cheese sandwich. To make matters worse tommorrow would be the last day of school before the one week of school holidays, she had no idea how she would be able to survive being home with her mother for the entire time.
She would just go to the library for the entire day or something, was what she concluded.
Maybe she could read up on other types of guitars like last time, or just indulge herself in a random story.
For now, she made the best use of time by practicing a difficult piece she memorised on the piano in preparation for a competition in a few months time. It was being hosted at some rich private school, but she was easily able to enter.
After all she was considered a musical genius. If she was able to at least place in the event then she would win a large amount of money as well as being sponsored by a famous musician who was to attend to be a judge. That would mean she could finally helped her mother for their needs
A ringing in her pocket distracted her from her thoughts, and Alliah rushed to pick up without even checking who it was.
"Hello?"
"Hey...Are you Alliah De Guzman by any chance?"
"Yes? Who are you?"
"I'm Officer Dela Cruz, I'm very sorry to inform you of your mother's death."
"W-what? How?!"
"A hit and run case I'm afraid."
So it what’s happened to me now.
"Am I... going to an orphanage then?"
"Well that hasn't been decided yet. My team found out you have other existing relatives, so we'll contact them to ask if they're willing to adopt you."
She had other family? Her mum had never told her that.
"I-I see..."
"You'll be picked up after school by me, and once again, I'm very sorry for your loss."
Officer Dela Cruz then hung up, Alliah feel very upset after hearing about her mother's death. Because all this time she’s only have is her mother
Alliah’s thought she would come home to a woman who would huged her when she arrived, and the mother who loved her for the rest of her life.
For now, her only worry were these so called relatives. Alliah knew she had a biological father, but had been told once that he had died years ago.
A few hours later...
After school had ended, Alliah waited by the school gates before getting in a police car which pulled up, she was glad it was late since she didn't want to attract attention.
The driver was a petite female who seemed to be in her early thirties and wore a blank face; Alliah assumed she was Officer Dela Cruz.
"Hello again Alliah, I have some more news to tell you, positive this time."
Her other family decided not to adopt her and she could stay by herself?
"Your brother agreed to adopt you immediately, and even paid for your flight ticket to the city he lives in for tommorow!"
Dang it. Wait a second...
"I have a brother?"
"Yes, six older brothers to be precise, I just contacted the eldest one." After seeing Alliah De Guzman she added, "I'm sure it won't be bad."
You try having lots of older brothers you've never met before and see if you like it, lady.
"Anyways, for now, let's go to where you live and you can take what you need as quickly as you can."
Alliah wanted to tell her that it wouldn't take her long since she didn't have much, but then decided against it and helped the officer with directions to the block of flats where she lived.
As soon as they arrived, Alliah could feel the woman's concerned look on her. Let's just say the girl didn't live in the best neighbourhood, and the building was pretty old and run-down.
She quickly got out and ran to the flat she lived in. She found that the door was left open, by none other than her beloved mother.
Upon entering, Alliah was so upset and starting to cry out loud, and instantly hit with the usual stench of cannabis, but ignored that and went to her tiny bedroom. She pulled out a small suitcase from under her bed, and filled it with the few possessions she had. In her schoolbag, she put in her books, music notes and pieces and their pictures with her mom, as well as her sleeping pills.
Once she was done, she dragged her stuff back to the car and finally sat back down into the front seat while crying.
"Before we leave for the airport, are there any friends or places you want to visit Alliah?"
She shook her head, of course she didn't have any friends! It was safer that way, no one could risk finding out about the conditions she had lived in.
The Officer simply nodded and drove them away, and Alliah plugged in her earphones and listened to some Music.
Going through the airport was a bit long, but she didn't mind since it was her first time and she was quite to board the plane. Once she reached the waiting area, Alliah was sipping on a cola Officer Dela Cruz had brought her, and began to stress over meeting her new family.
What if they don't like her? Or they think she's not good enough?
For all people, why does my mother die? And then what happened to me now.. Alliahs thought.
"Officer...Can I ask you something?"
The woman glanced up from her phone and nodded.
"What if I don't like it at my brothers' home? Can I come back here instead?"
Officer Dela Cruz frowned before saying, "Well it's not as simple as that. I'll come in a week or two's time to see how you're finding it and if it really isn't working out- by that I mean things like if there's signs of abuse or the financial situation is bad- then you can come back."
"Ok..." The response hadn't been quite what Alliah expected, she thought a simple 'I don't like it here' would be enough for her to avoid living with these people, but there was more to it than it seemed.
"But hey, once you're 18 there's no stopping you from going or doing what you want, right?"
"I guess. Thanks Officer."
With that Officer Dela Cruz continued scrolling through her phone.
An hour or so later, it was time for Alliah’s flight. It was quite late at night and the plane was due to land in the morning. She shared an awkward but warm hug with Officer Dela Cruz before pulling back.
"See you, and thanks for the cola Officer."
"Goodbye Alliah, and just call me Mel."
Alliah changed her mind, Mel was not as bad as she had initially thought.
While alliah’s in her way to her new family they start to think about her last conversation with her mother.
Alliah’s Conversation with her mother ..
'I really like the sound of your voice everytime you say you love me, baby.'
Alliah smiled softly and stared at her mother eyes, the eyes of the woman whom She have loved for years. She still looks beautiful even with the wrinkles on her face, or with her hair turning into gray.
Alliah’s smiled even more as She reminisce their memories back to the good old days, the days when their still young and strong, the days when their still fully able to get along.
Alliah bent down and searched for a black pen and a paper to write on inside her backpack. While she sits still, silently, calmly taking in its beautiful scenery.
When Alliah finally found the things She needed, She placed it on her lap. Then, She waved her hand which got her mother attention.
"I love you," She uttered and waited for her mother response, wishing she would respond. After all, she has always loved to hear they say these words since She was a kid.
But maybe, She got her hopes too high again because she just stared at her with a knotted forehead, as if she's confused.
Alliah gulped down the longing that She felt, trying so hard to stop her self by crying even when her chest aches too damn much. She still can't understand what I'm saying, she can no longer understand. I've been trying, I've been wishing, I've been praying every single day, begging Him to make her understand me again. Nothing happened.
I held the pen and wrote something on the paper. Then, I handed it to her, now with a big smile plastered on my face. For this queen should not see any signs of weakness from me.
She took it immediately and looked at the paper for a while. And suddenly, tears started to fall from her eyes. I almost panicked, thinking that I made her feel upset. Maybe she sensed it, or maybe she knows me this much that she shook her head before I could even ask her what's wrong.
Without a word, she hugged me. She hugged me really, really tight, making sure that I'd feel her unconditional love with this simple act.
"I love you."
I've been telling her these words for years and I'd still say it over and over again, even if she couldn't understand what she hears anymore.
"I love you, Mama. I will never get tired of loving you. I love you. I love you. I love you."
While thinking of it Alliah’s started to cry again and thinking what happened next with him without her beloved mother.
- MariaGrasya🍃
June 11, 2021
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[2109xx] Nell - Dazed September Issue 2021 Interview (translation)
Q: Four years since we last met, now Dazed is greeting you again like this. As a "Nell kid" who grew up listening to your music, speaking to the four of you feels surreal. What's new with you? Jaekyung: We've been continuously working on our new album. Jongwan: We've worked on it for about a year and a half and finally concluded our work the day before yesterday. Like COVID, we worked non-stop and immersed ourselves in composing.
Q: When will we get to meet it? Jongwan: Looks like it'll be somewhere between the 1st and the 3rd of September.
Q: I heard you're also in the midst of shooting a Nell documentary. Jongwan: We've put it off for the moment. Junghoon: There are too many variables in today's world.
Q: It's the same for all of Dazed's issues, there's no telling at all what will happen. And the same goes for who will sing Nell's masterpieces next. The band Gift did a remake of Time Spent Walking Through Memories not long ago. That's rare for them. Jongwan: It was a first for them as a band. We're well aware of their talent as we've been watching them on YouTube. We've wished they would play a song of ours. Jaewon: We're always keeping an eye on indie bands, and Gift stood out among those hoobaes. We were very grateful when they told us they were singing our song.
Q: Dazed readers in their late teens and early 20s remember that song so clearly too. Let's go back to that era of Nell. Do you remember each other's youth? Jaekyung: It's so long ago that it's hard to recall (laughter). We've talked about this many times already, but one of Jaewon's aliases in elementary school was "jjang". We were close friends, played guitar and drums. Jongwan was a kid who sang and played basketball well (laughter). Jongwan: We were just students who liked music. We wanted to learn to play instruments and played in school bands. Looking back now, we've been making music for a long time, but I doubt anyone thought we'd make it this far. When we were high school students all we wanted was to hurry up and graduate, and when we were in our 20s we just didn't want to turn 30… It was that kind of common youth. Jaewon: When I think about high school student Junghoon, he really listened to music a lot, and he still does. I remember he always had earphones or a headset on. Junghoon: (laughter) The headset was to look cool. I loved winter back in my school days. There's the winter jackets, and you get to wear long sleeves. Then you can wear the earphone cable inside your clothes and out through your sleeve. So in class I'd always lean my head in my hand to listen to music. Jaewon: Jaekyung was really tall back then too, and he was always running or playing basketball.
Q: The song "See you in five" from your "Colors in Black" album echoes in my mind. "Is my forced composure / fooling anyone? Let's meet in that place we used to go / If we keep this up / we won't see each other much before we die". I've suddenly reached an age where I can relate deeply to those words. Jaekyung: You might start a family as you grow older, and as the lines between you and your friends' lives become clearer in a whole new way, you naturally stop hanging out as much. In our 20s, 15 or so of us would gather and see each other almost every day, but now it's hard to meet up even once a year. I was doubtful when I read Jongwan's lyrics for the first time; "will we really end up like that?", but we really did. If we didn't have social media, maybe we would be strangers by now. Junghoon: And COVID only amplified that.
Q: I can relate. The fact that, supported by music, the connecting link between the four of you has remained unsevered for 20 years and you've managed to maintain your relationship is truly remarkable. What do the four of you talk about when you gather? Jongwan: It hasn't changed much. Current matters, events of the world. Things we found fun as kids. And when we work, music talk. To be honest, there's never enough time to talk about that alone (laughter). Jaekyung: When we wrapped up our new album not long ago, we had an after-party and talked a bit about the next album, too. Jaewon: We watch foreign artists' festival performances and envy them, and talk about past concerts. Jongwan: Maybe it's because we've been together for so long that we still have so much to talk about even in these times. Because we've spent so much longer without COVID than with it. For example, until the year before we last we always played festivals together, et cetera, so the volume of memories we share together is so enormous that we keep having new things to talk about, even in these past 1~2 years. Because talking about the past isn't someone else's stories, but things all four of us can share on a deep level.
Q: Being unable to stand on stage as a band musician and being unable to gather people has to be a deadly thing. The fans must be more disappointed than they can express. Jongwan: It's a given, but the fans are very disappointed. And I don't need to say anything about how we feel. Moreover we're not very good at communicating; we've always seen our fans through albums and concerts, so we feel even more apologetic now.
Q: The Nell fandom and its love is as deep and profound as the amount of time they've spent with you. Is there a fan that stands out in your memory? Jongwan: There are two. One of them is a person we always mention in times like these. This happened when we were all in our late 20s. Up until that point, the reason why we made music was very simple: Expressing ourselves. 100% for our own satisfaction. One person who felt very lost listened to that music of ours and told us this: "Living is so hard, but I gained comfort by listening to Nell's music. I found hope." It can be seen as something fans just say, but at the time it approached us in a heavy way. It was the first time we realized our music can have a positive influence on a stranger's life. It was also the first time we felt proud of something other than expressing ourselves. The second one is from 1~2 years ago, so comparatively recent. Someone collected all of our physical releases, CDs, DVDs and so on, framed it and sent it to us. Everything including the first albums we released as an underground indie band as well as our overseas releases. They sent it to us anonymously so we don't know who they are, but when we received it and held it, it was… what should I say? Emotional. Jaekyung: I too remember the moment I first saw it. It shone like the discography commemorations they hang in famous overseas studios. Albums are really important to us. That's what has let us promote and meet the fans at concerts for the last 20 years. How could we ever forget such a heartfelt gift? We put it up for display in our studio. Jongwan: Since the four of us meet and work every day, we can't document our 20s and 30s and so we're not aware of the passage of time. But those albums have the dates written in chronological order. Looking at it makes us realize that it's possible to summarize someone's 20-year history like that, from our late teens to our current 40-year-old selves, and it causes this temporary hollow feeling, but it also makes us look at our fans and the members, who've spent all that time together, in a different way. Because this is clearly not an experience everyone gets to have. So that gift was very touching. And we're also really curious who sent it.
Q: Is the essence of Nell's music still a skepticism, distrust of society or the world? Jongwan: There's still skepticism. I don't think I've ever felt this world is a good place to live. Life isn't always easy or happy, but I don't think that's a bad thing.
Q: How so? Jongwan: I think that's nature. Even two puppies will crave more love from their owner and be jealous of each other. Would the world humans live in be extreme? I'm the type to believe human nature is inherently bad, so I think it's an issue of living while being pestered by other people and trying to find a balance within that. So having a hard time and being skeptical is a destiny we can't escape. If you think this is bad, even the meaning of life becomes something negative. It's important to find precious, meaningful things even within that, and humans being able to do that is in my opinion something incredibly brave. But as for distrust, it's not something we always channel. The more detailed theme changes with each album.
Q: The analogy Jongwan made one time about Nell's music was very memorable to me: that Nell's music isn't a fancy restaurant, but a local place. Jongwan: On the one hand there's fine dining where you can enjoy perfect dishes, plating and interior design for a high price, and on the other there are local places frequented by people in the neighborhood and others who find it by word of mouth, that gives people small happinesses. Old restaurants you can find anywhere on the globe. There's clearly something you can only find in places like those, and I don't think that's far off from our direction. We're not uninterested in making it big and making our name famous, but from our perspective we're putting out music we can be proud of and we have people who respect that music. If we have people who gain comfort and happiness by listening to our music, that's meaningful enough in itself.
Q: I hope more people in Korea will realize the charm of local places and that we'll gain more of such bands and musicians. Not for nothing, Nell is like a lighthouse to so many new bands and young musicians. What would you like to say to them? Jaekyung: That if you're a band, you should try to let go of your personal greed to the best of your abilities. It's not like there was never any conflict between us four, but I want to ask you to think about whether those kinds of quarrels are important in making good music. Jongwan: "All in." It's far from easy, going all in. Not just in music; it's difficult to maintain the things you like in any field.
Q: By "all in", do you mean complete and total immersion? Jongwan: Making it the top priority in your life. I think if you make it even priority 1.5, you have almost no chance of succeeding. It has to be your top priority, so if it's not #1 for you it might not be worth it. You have to endure those difficulties, and if it's not your favorite thing, if it's not your #1 priority, I don't think you'll have reason to endure. There are people who are simply geniuses too, but I'm not one of them. I've seen so many cases where people thought they were all in, but they weren't really. If you want to go all in, then don't look back, don't think of anything else and throw yourself into it. Then someday something right for you will find its way to you, like a gift.
Q: No less than 22 years. The reason why Nell exists now is because the four of you believed in the power of music. What do you each think is the power of music? Jaewon: Empathy and comfort. There are times when musicians are comforted by their own music. Even if you don't feel 100% connected to the listener, even if you're just sharing the edge of your emotions, I think that's the clear power of music. Jaekyung: For musicians, the moments of making music are the most enjoyable, because nothing else can bring the same emotions. This might sound obvious too, but music needs no special explanation. Even if our languages, sentiments and ethnicities are different, music always speaks for itself. The power of music is something transcendental that all humans can enjoy and have in common. Junghoon: To sound a bit juvenile, music has a power that explodes momentarily. The kind of power that turns anyone into the main character of a movie. If I listen to music that amplifies my emotions when I'm feeling down, I can become sadder than any character in any movie. Some music gives you more energy than the main character in a high teen movie, other music turns introverted and passive people into rebels. Jongwan: Music can be the strength that keeps people living. An acquaintance's child was very sick with late stage leukemia. When their condition got worse, they were asked if they had one wish, and they said they wanted to meet us. I teared up when I heard about that. It made me think that music can sometimes be a source of incomprehensible strength that makes us want to live the time we have left. Of course, I'm not saying we make that kind of music (laughter). But it's because we believe that music has that potential and worth that we continue to make music even when we're at our wit's end.
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Letting Loose
Part ELEVEN
This series is TICKLE related.
Series Summary: You’re the little sister of the one and only Captain America. You’re also the youngest girl on the team, so that automatically makes you the avengers’ little princess. And they spoil you as such. They have become your amazing family and you don’t know where you’d be without them. This series will show random adventures and fluffy events in the daily life of the reader and her family, along with an unexpected turn later on as you read.
warnings: drama? this is pretty long lol
Word Count: 3,693
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Another 2 weeks have passed and you’ve tried your best to invite Ruby Anne in your daily routines, inviting her to your room to hang out with Peter, asking her if she wanted to go to Delmar’s after school you guys, asked her to movie nights with a small group, but nothing was working. It was extremely frustrating.
“Hey do you want to watch a movie with me and Peter? We’ve got some snacks!”
“No thanks.”
“Hey, me and Peter are about to go walk in the city for a bit. You wanna come and get some fresh air? Maybe get out of this room for a bit?”
“I’d rather die.”
“ok...”
It was almost impossible to get her to spend more than 5 minutes around any of you and it was making you impatient because you knew Tony was yearning to spend some time with her. You considered many times to just give up, but you reminded yourself why you were doing this.
For Tony. You would tell yourself. For Tony.
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Bucky and Steve were packing for a mission they were going to in 3 weeks. They wanted to get ahead and pack their suits and weapons so they wouldn’t have to worry about it last minute.
As they were getting their stuff ready, Bucky was extremely surprised to find his battle vest dyed pink. He stood there, with it in his hands, just staring at it for a moment. Steve noticed the dyed vest and looked at Bucky with a raised eyebrow.
They started at the vest before turning to each other and giving a knowing look before nodding in unison.
“Y/n.”
Yes, you had pranked Bucky by dyeing his vest pink, but that was yesterday! And frankly, you had forgotten you did it. You were feeling pretty stressed with all the Ruby Anne drama so you decided to have some fun and do what you’ve always loved to do; prank Bucky.
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A knock is hear from Ruby’s door and she rolls her eyes, and opening the door. When she sees it’s Tony standing there, she sighs, pursing her lips and walking away. Tony steps in with a half smile and and shuts the door halfway.
“Hey so, I just wanted to check how you were doing-”
“I’m fine.” She says quickly, crossing her arms and not keeping eye contact with him. “You come here everyday to ask me that.”
“Yeah, well I-” He pauses. “I wanted to see if you maybe wanted to go shopping? Get you some nice clothes, or whatever you want. Maybe we can go look for some decorations for your room? This was a guest room so it’s pretty simple and general, maybe you’d like to customize it a bit?” He asked, hope lacing his voice. He wasn’t surprised though, when she quickly turned him down. It still hurt though.
“No. I’d rather- No. Just no.” She grimaced, furrowing her brows together. Tony nodded slowly, biting his lip and grabbing the doorknob.
“Ok! Well uhh... if you need anything, anything at all, or just wanna do something, I’m here.” He nods. “And I’ll always be here for you now.” You smiles tightly before leaving the room. Ruby’s gaze falters and she sighs slightly, feeling a bit guilty about the situation. It seemed like the longer she’s been here, the more guilty she felt for pushing him away. But every time, the anger inside her would convince her that this is how it has to be so she wouldn’t get hurt again. But there was a part somewhere inside her that wanted to be with her dad so bad, but that feeling is buried so deep inside that she doesn’t even know it’s there.
And you knew that, because every girl has a love for their father. No matter how big or how small. It’s almost impossible to have absolutely no feelings of liking to your father. That’s why you were trying so hard; to bring that part of her to light.
You were gonna get it out of her, if it killed you! I guess you can thank your parents for that strong determination personality trait they passed on to you and your brother.
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You grunted, in a fit of giggles as you were tackled onto your bed by Bucky. He immediately began tickling you, clawing his fingers into your ribs and digging into the spaces. You arched your back but couldn’t move much since he was basically pinning you with his body weight. “Whahahat dihihid I dohohoho?!” You cried, confused since you were only minding your own business with Peter, when Bucky and Steve burst through your door and tackled you. Steve was standing behind Bucky with his arms on his hips, wearing a teasing smirk as he watched Bucky turn you into a puddle of giggles.
“You know what you did, Y/n,” Bucky teased, wiggling his fingers under your arms while blowing small raspberries on your neck. “You dyed my vest.” Your laughter went up an octave as you realized what you had done yesterday, making him chortle. “Yeheheah exactly. So now, I’m teaching you a lesson about messing. with. my. stuff.” He growled, accentuating each word with a raspberry.
You were lost in laughter when you turned your head to look at your brother. “STEHEHEHEVE!” You squealed, not being able to say much else before you were overtaken by uncontrollable giggles. Steve smirked, lifting his shoulder and putting his hands up in defense.
“Don’t look at me for help, Y/n, I came to watch.” He teased, raising his eyebrows. You let out a whine in between your round of laughter and didn’t even spare a glance at Peter, you knew he wasn’t gonna help. You’ve learned from too many experiences like these that Peter is too scared of being the next victim to actually do anything to help. So you just laid there and accepted your fate.
Ruby had come out of her room, making her way down to the kitchen to get something small to eat since she hadn’t eaten that day and was also planning to skip dinner with the team again, but as she walked down the hallway she was greeted with your hysterical laughter. She passed by your room to see you being tickled to death by the soldier, your brother standing next to him, chuckling at you. You were screaming out pleads and apologies as the two continued to tease you and she decided to leave then, as to not be caught looking and made her way down the stairs.
“IHIHIM SOHOHORRY BUHUHUCKY!” You begged, weakened by all the fighting back you were trying to do. Peter giggled beside you and you couldn’t even glare at him properly because you couldn’t stop laughing. “PLEHEHEASE LEHET ME GOHOHO! I WOHOHO- I WOHO- BUCKY!!” You squealed, not being able to finish your sentence anymore. “I CAHAHANT BREHEHEATHE!!”
Bucky paused for a moment, letting you catch your breathe. Steve was openly chuckling and Peter was grinning from a distance. Once you caught some of your breath, you turned to glare at Peter before scolding him. “Coward!” You squealed as Bucky started to poke around your sides again, making you squirm around and giggle nervously. “Wahahahait! I wohohont dohoho it again! Plehehease!”
“You promise?” He asked, looking at you expectantly.
“Yehehehes!”
“And you’re gonna dye it back, right??” He raised his brow, pinching your hips for persuasion. You yelped, arching your back and nodding immediately.
“YEHEHES! I wihihill!” He let you go, taking his weight off you. You fell limp and panted, residual giggles slipping out of your mouth. Bucky left it at that, leaving your room. Steve cooed at your exhausted form and pinched your cheek.You growled, pushing his hand away. Steve did it again, but this time to annoy you, pushing you down and peppering kisses over your face. “Hey!!” You yelled, trying your best to sound angry, but it didn’t phase him at all, instead encouraging him to keep going. You burst out into giggles once again at his playfulness, pushing away from him. He let go with a smile before ruffling your already messy hair.
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You went downstairs to the basement to dye Bucky’s vest back to black, listening to music on your earphones and in your own thoughts. When you were done and satisfied with the color, you went to get Bucky’s approval. When he approved, satisfied, you gave it back and went upstairs to Peter’s room.
“You were no help.” You chuckled, launching yourself onto his bed. Peter smiled, closing his laptop.
“With what, the situation with Bucky or dying the vest back?” He asked. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.
“Both actually.” You said. Peter chuckled, putting his laptop on his nightstand and getting up to sit next to you on the bed.
“Well, to be fair, dyeing the vest was aaallll you, honey, so I say you got what you deserve.” He smirked, chuckling when you glared at him playfully. “BUT... I can make it up to you for not helping you out by taking you to go get pizza.” He asked, shrugging an arm. You smiled widely and nodded.
“Ok! I’ll go ask Ruby if she wants to come with us.” You say, getting up but Peter grabs your wrist to stop you as he gets up.
“No no, don’t worry about her right now, let’s just go the two of us. You’re worrying about her too much, you need to relax and unwind.” He smiled sweetly at you. He was right. You were constantly giving a lot of yourself to invite Ruby Anne where ever you went and constantly got disappointed when she’d refuse.
After a moment, you let out a breath and sigh, nodding. “Okay. Let’s go. Will we ask Happy to take us or..” You ask, pointing towards the door.
Peter grinned widely, looking away. “Uhh, I was thinking maybe we could swing over there.” He shrugged. He knew you loved to go swinging with him and it’s been a long time since you guys have gone together. You smiled and nodded excitedly, running down to tell your brother where you were going. You were thankful the team let you go out into the city alone as long as Peter was there with you, because they knew he would protect you. They are bit more challenging to convince to let you swing with him, but they give in in the end most of the time.
Peter watched you leave his room to tell your brother, and he couldn’t help but feel that same giddy feeling in his chest when he’d see you so happy like this. So carefree.
Peter had a bit of a crush on you for a while now, but he never told anyone, especially not you, because he didn’t want to make things awkward between the two of you. He loved what you two had. He knew that sometimes platonic relationships are even better than romantic ones. That’s why he always kept his feelings to himself. He was sure that if he told you how he felt, it wouldn’t ruin anything, but he knew it would be awkward between you, so he kept it a secret. Part of him hopes it’s just a small crush that will soon go away, but a bigger part of him knows that’s unlikely. But he was completely fine with your relationship now. He was completely fine with maybe having to wait years until he confesses, maybe when you’re older. He didn’t mind that. As long as he had you close to him, he didn’t need a romantic relationship with you. He would happily wait for you a thousand years until the time was right.
Peter mostly suppressed these feelings and throw them at the back of his mind, and it would work; he’d forget about them, forgetting he even had them in the first place. But it was small random moments like these: seeing you jump up excitedly to tell your brother something, or when you’d have your crazy moments and jump on top of the kitchen island and sing your heart out, “gracing” the team with your ““amazing”” as you’d like to call it, singing, or battled against Tony in a sass match, that would remind him of those feelings deep down. But over time, he had learned to develop the skill of shoving those feelings down effectively for the sake of your relationship.
He shook his head out of his thoughts and grabbed his suit to go swinging.
After getting approval to leave from Steve and putting on a nice outfit, you and Peter left, screaming in nervous excitement as you swung through the trees and eventually buildings as you got closer to the city. You both landed on a rooftop of a building and dropped down on an alley for Peter to change out of his suit. You turned around, letting Peter change and also keeping a look out. You heard him quickly get out of his suit, giggling a bit when you heard him knock over some trash cans as he changed. “Ok!” You heard him breathe out. You grabbed his suit to stuff it in your bag and you both made your way to the pizza place.
You ordered a simple pepperoni to share with him, since you both could eat like 4 slices anyway. You were big pizza eaters. You sat across him at the booth and scrolled through your phones for a bit, making small talk as you waited for the pizza. When it came, you both instantly dug in.
“So,” Peter started, not caring that his mouth was full. “What’s the deal with Ruby Anne? She’s been here like, what, 2 and a half months? I haven’t really talked to her much, cause I’m trying to give her her space, but you talk to her a lot more. What’s the deal?” He asked. You sat back on the booth and let out a sigh.
“I don’t know Peter. I don’t know what her deal is. I try and try, but it’s like every step we take, she takes 20 steps back. I’m trying to get her to open up because I don’t like seeing Tony like this. I mean yeah, he’s gotten used to her behavior and manages it a lot better but it doesn’t mean those feelings are gone.” You said wistfully, taking a sip from you drink. Peter nodded in agreement, holding on to the last thing you said.
He’s gotten used to it and manages it a lot better but it doesn’t mean those feelings are gone.
He hummed. He was lost in his though for the second time that day, observing how what you said could also be applied to him. No. Brush it off! He thought to himself.
You looked up and saw that Peter had an absent expression on his face and he’d stopped eating. You frowned and waved in front of his face. “Hey, you good?”
He finally pushed he thoughts to the back of his head and snapped out of it, looking at you and smiling. “Sorry, yeah I’m good. I was just uhh thinking about what you were saying...So, do you think she’ll ever forgive him? I mean, it’s not fair, that’s true, but has anyone actually said that to her face? Like, cause you know how there’s some people who don’t realize what they’re doing until someone literally tells them flat out? Maybe that’s what she needs.” He shrugged. You nodded slowly, processing his words.
“Yeah... you’re right. I assume Tony’s not gonna tell her, cuz he doesn’t wanna mess up any progress, like they made any.” You mumbled the last part, making Peter chuckle lightly. “So maybe I’ll have to be the one to say it. I just have to figure out the right words.” You hummed.
———
You and Peter finished your pizza and swung back home, but not before pressing your faces against the window of the pet shop right next to the pizzeria, cooing at the adorable puppies playing in there.
You got home and found the team at the kitchen, talking. You joined them to see what they were talking about, standing next to Nat and hugging her by her neck. She wrapped an arm around your waist, patting your side affectionately. After you listened in on the conversation, you perked up. “You guys are gonna watch a movie?”
“We’re planning to. What do you wanna watch.” Tony nodded at you. You shrugged and shook your head.
“I don’t really have anything in mind, you guys can pick.”
After a few moments of deciding on a movie, surprised that it didn’t break out into an argument like it usually does, Clint spoke up. “Alright then, Tony why don’t you go ask your daughter if she wants to join?”
Tony fell silent for a few seconds, unsure if he really wants to go and ask, for fear of dampening his mood. Steve caught on to that and raised his hand.
“Why don’t I ask her this time?” He suggested. Tony nodded, offering him a small smile which Steve returned, telling everyone that he’d be right back. Tony took a seat on the couch and you sat next to him between him and Pietro. You were fighting a bit with Pietro over the amount of space he was leaving you. He was doing it on purpose.
“Pietro scoot over!” You whisper yelled, pushing at his shoulder. Pietro only smirked and made himself stiff. You groaned and started to giggle as you kept pushing, having to get on your knees on the couch to get momentum to push. Pietro started to chuckle and poke your armpits to bring your arms down. You yelped and scolded him.
“Pietro no! No tickling!” Of course, like he does with everything, he took it as a challenge.
“No tickling?” He teased, launching a full blown attack on your armpits, causing you to fall into Tony with a big laugh. Tony smiled a bit at that, his mood lifting with the sound of your laughter and you leaned your head on his lap as you giggled hysterically.
“PietrohoHOHO!!” You squeeze your arms to your sides, trapping his fingers there. It tickled like crazy since he’d always do the thing where he’d use his speed to vibrate his hands and fingers, making it tickle ten times worse. You shrieked and dissolved into hysterics, trying to turn in your belly. Tony started to chuckle at you with a wide smile, and you noticed. Despite the torture you were going through right now, it made your heart swell to see Tony smile genuinely. So if it meant that you’d have to endure this a bit longer to get Tony to smile a bit longer, you were willing to endure it.
“Lift your arms, Printsessa. My hands are stuck.” He smirked, chuckling when you shook your head. You knew what was gonna happen if you’d lift your arms. He’d only dig in deeper and laugh at you for being naive. You giggled desperately, kicking your legs out.
“Gehehehet your hahahahands OUT!!!” You squeaked, giggling along with him as he continues to tease you.
“That’s why you need to lift your arms!”
“No! AHHHH!” You shrieked, convulsing on the couch when he forced his hands out and vibrated his fingers in the spot right above the side of your hips. “NOHOHOHOOO!” You couldn’t take much more of this, you were going insane. You tapped on his hands and yelled out for mercy. “UHUHUNCLE!!” Pietro chuckled and let you go with a teasing smirk on his face. Tony was also openly chuckling, and you smiled up at him, still panting. “You could have helped, you know.” You quipped, making him laugh and pat your head.
“I know.” He shrugged, making you roll your eyes playfully and sit up. When Wanda put on the movie, you snuggled up to Tony, curling up and resting your head on his shoulder. He sighed contently and mirrored your movements.
———
“Hey,” Steve greeted from the doorway of Ruby Anne’s door. “Everyone’s watching a movie downstairs, why don’t you join us? Vision’s making snacks and we’ve got candy and everything.”
Ruby shook her head from her place on the vanity. “No thanks. I’m good here.” She mumbled. Steve looked down for a moment before nodding. He was about to leave when he paused and turned back around.
“You know, I know things are hard; your mother died a few months ago, you’ve had to move in here with us, but he’s really trying. He wants to be a part of your life if you let him. Just... think about it. Give him a chance.” He shrugged his arm, giving her a pleading look. With that, he leaves, shutting her door. Ruby sighs, rolling her eyes and fighting the guilt in her heart, deciding to take a nap to sleep it off.
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Steve walks in as the movie starts, and sits next to Nat, wrapping an arm behind her. Nat scoots over closer to him, just a bit so to not make it obvious, but everyone knew. There wasn’t really anything official going on between them, heck, Steve hadn’t even said anything hinting that he had feelings for her, and neither did she, but neither of them complained or shied away when one of them would show small PDA to the other and vice versa. You were secretly rooting for them ever since they started this, which was only a couple of weeks ago. You thought that Nat would be great with Steve, and it would finally help your brother move on and find happiness in a relationship. But you knew; baby steps. They weren’t dating, they haven’t told each other they liked one another, and they both were recovering from past relationships that didn’t work out. But if and when they’d get together, you are gonna make sure Steve can count on you for your absolute support.
The movie played on, everyone eating their snacks and enjoying the movie before cleaning everything up after and going to your separate rooms to go to bed.
#ticklish!reader#tickle fic#tickle fight#avengers tickle#marvel tickle#tickle fluff#avengers#marvel#marvel mcu#peter parker#peter x reader#peter parker x reader#bucky barnes#captain america#spiderman#bucky tickles reader
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My Hero Academia Chapter 376 - A Storm to a Flower
Is everything going to continue going downhill ? I don’t know so let’s go ! I’m back without a keyboard that works not that well. I’ll try to format it good but I can’t promise anything
They all look so cool, special shoutout to Kaminari and Hawks. Uraraka has horns ????? Maybe it’s just a hairpiece. I’ve seen a lot of Kiribaku talk on this page too, sharing clothes and color themes too
Tsuyu managed to get in through the portal, NICE, I thought she was left behind
WRONG Ochako is there. I get the vibe though
For now It’s mostly Twice, not a lot of AFO in there. It seems there is a lot of Touya though
I’m dumb , it’s just OG Touya that was also brought here
OH NICE, they’re there. Poor Earphone Jack lost an ear, I’d be quite angry to lose my piercings if I lost an ear, I can’t imagine what it must be like when you lose half of your special power organs
OH I SEE, so Shouto’s move cooled down Touya and now he’s able to stay alive by maintaining it ? He didn’t replicate Shouto’s move which would have been BS and confused me to no end
Touya burnt the rest of Eneavor’s teammates ? I don’t remember that, I thought they bailed
Can you reach him before dying ?
Hawks is the BEST, smart, dedicated and tragic. Don’t die
This does sound like Endeavor’s last stand. The guy already knows he will never be a part of his family and accepted it.
NICE HAWK ! AFO already lost, he’s just a persistent piece of shit. AND Endeavor will have to deal with the half dead half fire son of his. I thought it was short and it’s because there’s only 9 pages. He should definitely take a break if he’s not feeling good. People work best when healthy and mangakas have just no time for breaks. I hope Horikoshi will recover and have the time he needs
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beautiful stranger
summary: you sneakily take photos of a cute boy on the train to send to your friend. when the cute boy sits down next to you, you realize you weren’t as sneaky as you thought you were. pairing: peter parker x reader warnings: fluff, mild language word count: 1.7k words
prompt: “I was trying to take a sneaky picture of you because i told my friend about the hot guy on the train and she wanted to see but you totally noticed and yeah this is awkward” au from here
gif created by me, please credit if using
is it illegal to be this cute????
You texted your friend on the way home from school, hiding your face in your phone while sitting on the subway. Only a few steps away from you, a beautiful boy in a blue sweater grasped onto the pole as he listened to music. He stepped onto the train a few stops ago and now, you couldn’t stop staring.
istg im sweating n dying from the close proximity of his presence
hes not even that close
is htis normal?????
Slowly peeking up, you stole another glance at the boy. His attention drifted to his phone while your eyes danced over his sharp jawline and strong features, which contradicted against his overall sweet face.
Saying he was beautiful was an understatement. You were so drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
Suddenly, he began to smile and laugh from whatever he was doing on his phone. Your heart burst then and there, causing you to hold your phone close to your chest in hopes it would contain the invisible chaos. Your friend texted you back:
-!!! send me a pic!!! let me see!!!
fine okay gimme a sec
Lifting your phone up a bit, you angled it enough to get a decent shot of the boy, but not too high to make it obvious. You attempted to take the picture as if you were taking a selfie. Although a bit difficult since the train rattled casually, you successfully took the photo and even had extra shots to send to your friend.
-okay he pretty cute
-u should say smth!!!
?? what would i say “hi i think ur cute lets go out sometime”??
-yea??? thats how meeting ppl works??
As you texted your friend back, the person sitting beside you stood up, ready to leave the train. Without moving your head, your eyes darted to the empty seat. Then, you glimpsed at the boy, who seemed to be making his way towards you. Your phone practically fell out of your hands when you replied:
omg the seat next to me is empty i think hes going to sitdown
-make ur movE OR ELSE U WILL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN
-DONT BE A PUSSY!!
You tried your hardest to pretend you were preoccupied with your phone, but all you could do was wait for the handsome stranger to sit down. Without looking up, you heard the boy ask the lady standing in front of you if she would like to have the seat, but she politely declined. The pounding in your ears was too difficult to ignore, but you still tried your best to drown it out. It felt like forever before he sat down next to you.
You weren’t even sure which app you were scrolling on at this point and you really couldn’t care less either. All you could think about was your friend’s text.
Make your move. Make your move. Make your move or else-
“Hi.”
You froze, unsure if you heard a voice. You glanced around before your sight landed on the attractive figure next to you. The spotlight was all on you, with his earphones off and a smile plastered across his face as wide as a football field. Was he actually talking to you?
“Hi.”
Your eyes fluttered as fast as your heart in an attempt to look into his sparkling, brown eyes.
He leaned a little closer to you. If you weren’t sweating already, you definitely were sweating now. Did you remember to wear antiperspirant today? You clenched your hands in a fist, with your phone still in hand, fighting against the urge to check.
“Can I ask you something?” he whispered. Of course he had a sweet voice to match his face. You nodded.
“Do I have something on my face?”
Tilting your head in confusion, you shook your head in response. “No, I don’t see anything.”
The boy sighed a relief, relaxing into his seat a bit. “Phew, that’s good. Just wanted to make sure I look good for my picture.”
“Hm?”
The mysterious boy gestured towards your phone. He came in closer to whisper again—
“Rule #1 of the Selfie Rulebook: you should always try different angles to get the lighting right. You kinda just stuck your phone out in one direction and that was it.”
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He knew.
“Well, what if I’m confident in my selfie angling? Maybe this is my best side.” You held your phone out, mocking yourself from moments earlier. You were already caught, may as well die with the lie as long as you can.
He chuckled.
It really was illegal to be this cute.
“Then I can’t really argue with you. Please take my most humble apologies, oh, Selfie Master.” The boy placed a hand on his chest, dipping his head as if bowing.
Almost instantaneously, defeat took over your body. You placed your palms against your face, covering yourself in shame. Maybe if you held still long enough, the embarrassment would fade and the cute boy would forget what happened.
“Was I that obvious?” you groaned behind your palms.
“Only to me.”
You peeked through the slit of your fingers to find him still smiling at you.
“Why’d you take photos of me? Art project on collecting photographs of beautiful things? I had to do that once.”
You wondered what (or who) he took photographs of for his art project. If this conversation didn’t end in flames, maybe you could ask him. Your hands drooped down, resting upon your thighs.
“To be honest,” you closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, ready to confess. “My friend was curious about this cute guy I noticed on the subway. I needed proof to validate my taste in men.”
After a moment to exhale, with your eyes still closed, you heard him reply:
“Well, let me say that your taste in men is impeccable.”
Opening your eyes, despite the warmth that radiated from your cheeks, you smiled shyly. Taking a chance, you introduced yourself and held your hand out.
“I’m Peter,” he took your hand in his and shook it. Both of you lingered on the shake longer than expected, causing you two to giggle.
“Which school do you go to?” you asked.
“Midtown Tech. You?”
“Same!”
“Really?” Peter wrinkled his eyebrows. “I haven’t seen you around before.”
“Just transferred,” you shrugged in response.
“Well, if you ever need help with anything, I’m always happy to help. Well, not anything, but, I mean,” he scrunched his nose while rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m always here. To help. With things. Most things.”
Laughter filled the air between you two. You opened your mouth, but stopped in your tracks when you noticed your stop was coming up soon. Just because you two went to the same school, it didn’t mean that you would ever bump into each other, especially in the sea of a few thousand other kids. It was now or never to make your move.
“I’d love to stay and chat, but my stop’s coming up soon. I don’t normally do this, but do you want to exchange numbers and maybe meet up for coffee or something?” The words spilled so quickly from you, you weren't sure if Peter caught everything. He stared blankly at you for a moment and you almost repeated yourself when he said—
“Definitely.”
In a hurry, you practically dropped your phone into his hand. His fingers breezed over your phone as he typed in his info before handing it back to you. You were about to text him to ensure it was the correct number, but you saw that he already did so. The name Peter Parker was at the top of the conversation and a “Hi!” stared back at you.
“Got your text,” Peter held up his phone as confirmation. Unwillingly, you stood up, beaming down at him, and adjusted your backpack over your shoulder.
“Where do you have to get off?”
“Actually,” Startling you, he stood up too. “My stop passed already.”
With your mouth agape, you shook your head. “Wait, what? Why didn’t you-”
“I wanted to find out the name of the pretty girl who was taking my picture,” He mirrored you, adjusting the strap of his backpack over his shoulder as well. “but I’m glad I got more than I bargained for.”
Your mind couldn’t compute what Peter was saying; all you could do was blink incoherently. The train slowed down as you walked towards the doors with Peter trailing behind you. Both of you stepped off towards an empty side of the station near a rusty pillar.
“Well, I have to get to the other side,” Peter gestured towards the platform across from you. Still in awe, you smacked your lips together and nodded. “It was really nice meeting you. Hopefully, we can see each other soon. Get home safe.”
His cheeks puffed from his emerging soft smile. You died a little on the inside.
“You too, Peter. I’ll see you around.”
You rushed away down the stairs, bolting away from what felt like a dream. At the edge of the entrance of the station, you paused abruptly to check your phone.
-??? WHAT HAPPENED TELL Me
-dont leave me hanging like this!!!
According to the timestamps of the texts between you and your friend, the whole interaction with Peter lasted a mere ten minutes. You chuckled in disbelief as you answered your friend:
i have the number for one (1) peter parker!!
he goes to midtown too!!!
and he thinks i’m Pretty
-!!!!!!!!
-im so proud of u!!!!!!
In the middle of replying, you had a notification of a text from none other than Peter.
*Hi! Long time no talk.
*I don’t want to come off as impatient or weird, but is it too early to text you? Should I wait?
*(If so, we can pretend these texts never happened in the first place…)
He wasn’t even there anymore, but your cheeks tingled once again. With a grin, you said:
(((you can text me only if we pretend i didnt take pictures of you on the train)))
You placed your phone back into your pocket and walked home, still revelling in all the events that just occurred. Coming up to your house, you opened up Peter’s response—
*Deal :)
#peter parker#peter parker x reader#peter parker imagine#peter parker x you#one shot#i feel like this a lil ooc buT I DON'T CARE#YOLooOOoO
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Legendary 4.5 Morgan!Reader.
Being up at night is kinda your thing. It was like that even before everything.
Still, things became worse after the accident. Sometimes you lay awake in bed, feeling lost and unable to breathe. You don’t really cry, but the pain consumes you like a fire until your lungs burn. It’s then you wish with everything you are to wake up, to be in a world where she’s still there. It hasn’t happened yet.
Sometimes you wake up gasping, the remnants of a nightmare mixing with the real world in a blurry mess. The pain turns into rage, endless anger against the world. Those nights you need to walk or work out in order to avoid the downward spiral. Many times you’ve stared into the abyss, fully conscious that a bad decision can take away whatever is left from you.
Finally, there are nights like tonight. You wake up and the world is too quiet while your mind is too loud. Your phone says it’s barely past two am. You only managed a couple hours of sleep and exhaustion is still very much present. Nor a surprise really, but you won’t be able to sleep again. There’s practice in the morning so unless you find a way to rest, things don’t look particularly exciting.
“Scoot over.”
“What?”
Your head snaps up towards the voice of your best friend. You can only see her silhouette in the darkness of the room. There’s no need to see her face to know she’s rolling her eyes at you with your lack of understanding.
“Move, Morgan. I’m not gonna stand here all night.”
Apparently, your body complies before your mind can process exactly what Janice wants. You move and she slips under the covers, pulling you close to her before you can try to complain. This is something you haven’t done in a long time; a hand on your waist is enough for your shoulders to relax a bit and you sigh in contentment.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper after a second, “didn’t mean to wake you up.”
A scoff is the thing you get as an answer. Janice knows you don’t do it to bother her. There are some things you can’t control, and she has always been there to make it better one way or another. Her slight annoyance is at your need to apologize, to take the blame for things you can’t be blamed for.
Still, she holds you tighter.
Your bad sleeping habits aren’t something new, but they haven’t been this bad in a long time. So, she worries. She does so because Janice is your best friend; you’ve been attached by the hip since you were born and it’s no wonder she knows you better than anyone else.
“What’s going on, Y/n?” She asks quietly.
Right then and there it’s the two of you with no one else to judge you. You’re safe and comfortable enough to open up to her, to share what’s in your mind and the things that make your heart heavy.
“I’m trying to let go.”
At some point everything you’ve been bottling up was bound to come crashing down on you. Crying on Sonnett’s shoulder can’t fix everything, you’re aware of that. But it’s a breaking point, the realization that you can’t keep going as you were without it taking a toll on you.
You built walls to protect yourself, to not feel the pain even when you were choking on it. And instead of keeping the sorrow out, you were drowning on it.
Your team came knocking on the door then. They threw you a lifesaver and opened a window to let all of that pour out. Taking care of the aftermath is on you, to put the broken things back in place and get rid of those that simply can’t be fixed.
It’s not easy, but it’s necessary.
Trying to process your emotions during the World Cup is perhaps the worst timing. It messes up your already screwed sleeping schedule, but well, it’s not always too bad. You’re learning things about yourself you didn’t know before, and rediscover those you forgot.
You’re becoming a better you instead of the shell you were so adamant on being.
You weren’t alone after Alex died, but the place you had considered your home was nothing more than a house. Suddenly, soccer was the sport Alex loved and little more. Sure, it was an escape, but also a prison; leaving you stuck between a rock and a hard place.
You want the world to see you as more than just her daughter. At the same time, you don’t want them to forget her. Not when she did so much to inspire a revolution for equal pay, respect and overall appreciation for the sport. Not when her name is associated with the highest honors; world cups and Olympic medals, golden balls and boots and MVP’s.
Not when she means everything to you.
“You don’t have to let it all go.”
Some things might not be perfect now or ever, but they’re still worth holding onto.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
“I know it’ll take some time still, but...you’re alright, Y/n. I promise.”
You mean to keep the conversation going, instead you yawn and rest your head on Janice’s shoulder. If her arm gets numb, she’s gonna have to shut it, or unceremoniously shove you off at seven am as you realize when you wake up abruptly.
You only open your eyes long enough to glare at her.
“Jerk,” you mutter lovingly.
“Go back to sleep, Morgan,” she retorts with a good natured laugh.
It’s a very, very, tempting offer, but you fight it off for another second.
“Thank you.”
Your words are almost silent, but you know she heard you when she pats your head. You’re already half asleep when you hear her answer.
“Got you.”
*****
“Oh my God! Is this how a fully rested Y/n is like?” Janice pants while trying to keep up.
“Yup.”
After practice ended, you stayed behind with one of the coaches for some extra work. Then Janice decided to join along with Press, Long and Krash. Before you knew it, the whole team had additional training. However, all but Janice yielded at the forty-five minute mark; too tired to keep going.
“I’m so not sleeping with you again then.”
“You could’ve left with the others,” you taunt.
“As if. Someone has to keep you in check here. Otherwise you’ll work out till tomorrow.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
You doubt anyone can last that long, but you’re one of those that would probably try. It’s not the hill you wanna die on so you smile sheepishly at Janice when she makes another remark.
“Last five minutes?” You ask.
“Yes! Thank God!”
You can’t help but laugh at Janice’s antics. She’s still her usual self, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
You slow down in those last minutes, to get your breathing and heartbeat slowed down gradually before stopping.
“We should visit the zoo.”
“Pretty sure I’ll only be visiting my bed after this.”
“Not today, you moron.” You say rolling your eyes. “But you know, next day off?”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
Finally getting off the stationary bike, you stretch before downing the rest of your water battle.
“Come on. It’s time for the ice bath.”
“Hasn’t this been torture enough?” Janice asks dramatically.
“Hurry up, O’Hara. You’ll thank me in the morning.”
“If I don’t kill you first.”
“Oh, shut up. You love me.”
“Sadly.”
*****
“This is the most challenging match this team will face in the group stage. Germany was a tough challenge, but going against the host of this World Cup will tell us the chances to advance through the next round. Australia has grown while the USA went to less, and they’re the contenders for the title. If the USWNT wants to win it all, they have to go through this team first.”
“We must also consider the player rotation the USWNT will have on this game. That will certainly add to an already complicated game.”
Your heart beats along with the music in your earphones. It’s a way to keep your nerves at bay before you can finally make it out of the locker room. You’re on the bench for the day, but that doesn’t dwell your excitement of the game.
“Listen, guys!” Sonnet calls as you group around her and Pinoe. “We know the Aussies are good but so was Germany. So was Brazil, but we got the results we wanted. This won’t be different. We’re part of the group of death, and we’re conquering.”
All of you nod and cheer in agreement while Pinoe takes the lead.
It’s wild to say but you’re the underdog of this competition. However, this position allows you to be the dark horse.
No one expected you to win the first two games.
No one expects you to win against Australia.
No one really believes that you can win the World Cup. Not yet.
But you’re here, ready to fight to the last minute and the last breath.
“You already know what you gotta do on the field, now it’s time to do it.”
Five minutes later the team has elected Krash as the captain once again. With one last cheer, the starting lineup make their way to the tunnel while the rest of you head to the bench.
“The final fixture of the group phase is here! And what a match it is. I think we can all agree that not having Morgan in the line-up is a surprise. Even with the much needed rotation on a tournament this important, you’d expect to see their best scorer on the field.”
“If there’s nothing stopping Y/n from playing, she should be in the game. Australia is far from an easy match, and maybe this is a sign of overconfidence from the USWNT. Their group is the group of death and even when they’re practically through with a tie here, they can’t get complacent now.”
“There’s only one way to find out. Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for some soccer!”
The pace of the game is fast, so fast that some players can barely keep up.
Australia is the home team, they have all the advantages here, but even when they press high and seem to have the USWNT team cornered, they can’t get anything past Harris.
The goalie proves time and time again why she’s the captain. She brings security to the back of the field, and it’s there where everything begins. The defense get their heads on the game, stand tall to every onslaught and soon enough just a few balls make it through; none of them dangerous.
Then, the midfield does the same, pressing and recovering before launching forward. The game generation starts in a moment’s notice, guided by Sonnett giving instructions from the sideline. Everyone follows the plan, and soon enough they’re playing at top level.
Australia can’t get close enough, but neither can the USA.
At some point, Megan calls you to sit next to her. You do so without a word and for a long moment neither of you say anything. You watch the game in content silence.
“You remind me a lot of her,” she suddenly says.
The unexpectedness of her words forms a knot on your throat and you have to swallow harshly. Pinoe pretends not to notice, giving you a moment to compose yourself. She rarely talks about Alex; this is hard on her too. You can see it in the way her jaw clenches.
“It’s not just how you look or how you play. I know Harris is the captain, but you’re the heart. You help your team when they need it most, and they listen to you. More than that, they believe what you say.”
You listen silently, suddenly overwhelmed by emotion, but it’s the good kind of emotion.
“Alex had this fierceness in her, not a bad bitch like Kelley,” she adds, making you chuckle. “But she had a fire about her. Sure, we all wanted to win every game. But not like her. I was there in her first World Cup and I knew, I just knew, she would be something special. And I’m sure she would have been so, so proud of you. You have that same fire, Y/n. And just like I was in her first, I am in yours. You’re also meant to do great things, something special.”
“Coach, I...”
But you have no words. You struggle not to break down in the middle of the match, but you manage. Barely.
“Don’t care about what the fucking world tells you, kid. You are every bit her daughter. But you’re also every bit yourself.”
Those two concepts are not exclusive, you can be both. You are her legacy, but that doesn’t stop you from creating your own. It starts here, with this World Cup. You have to prove, not to others, but yourself, that this is where you want to be.
No, this is where you belong.
“Whatever happens, you’ll enter at the sixtieth. After half time, you’re up to warm up right away, understood?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Now, let’s keep pushing.”
*****
“That’s the end of the first half! It’s been a rocky game so far. Australia is a very competitive team. They have speed, agility, and a lot of talent on their ranks. But I think we’re seeing a USWNT that knows how to play each match. Even without Y/n on the field, they were able to keep the game even. I see potential on this team, but will it be enough to win it all?”
“Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. They’re not losing, but they’re not winning either. There’s still forty-five minutes to go, and several matches on this World Cup if they want to do something really meaningful. There’s a long road ahead if they wanna be anything like the Golden Team.”
You take a deep breath once it’s your time to warm up.
The rest of the world fades away as you crack your neck and Janice soon joins you to start. You’ll be the first two substitutions. You wanna strengthen the midfield and push forward with absolutely everything you have.
Maybe Alex isn’t physically there, but she’s in everything that ultimately makes you, you.
You warm up and remember when you joined your first little league team, with Alex holding your hand as you jumped around in excitement. You remember your first cleats with the same colors you wear now; a Christmas gift that made your eyes shine with awe.
You remember training with her when you had an important match in highschool and going out for dinner no matter the result.
Alex always had your back and now it’s not different; her number is now yours. As yours is the responsibility to continue what she started more than two decades ago.
She gives you strength and when you finally wait by the sideline to enter the game, you let go of the fear. You let go of the anger and even most of the pain.
It becomes a dull ache that you doubt will ever go away completely. But it’s better than the overwhelming grief you’ve carried on your shoulders all this time. You let go of the doubts and accept that they’re looking at you hoping to see a bit of the magic she had.
You’re not completely sure if it’s the same even after Rapinoe words. But you have magic, not just as individual players but as a team, and you’re here to prove it.
You look at Australia and don’t see them as the host anymore.
This is the World Cup. This turf is your home. You came here to stay until the end. And it wouldn’t matter if the World Cup was in Russia, South Africa, Japan or Argentina. The World Cup is your place. Soccer is your language, and lucky for you, is universal.
“Morgan has entered the game. What can she do with limited time?”
Australia’s defense is solid like a wall.
You…you are a wrecking ball.
A fistbump is exchanged with Janice and you take your place waiting for action to resume with a corner kick in their favor.
The whistle blows and the ball soars straight into Krash hands. You exchange a look and a nod with her before rushing up.
You enjoy the rush of adrenaline, pat one of your teammate’s shoulders on your way to the midfield and they understand to follow as you run past them. It’s something simple, quick and effective that draws the entire team into action.
The best way to wreck their defense is to use their offense against them. A high speed counter attack and they have no time to react. You see Long with the ball on the far right, she sees you on the left and you know exactly what’s going to happen.
Her pass is flawless as you enter the box from the left into your mother’s favorite definition zone. You see the last defender get lost in the play while the goalkeeper tries to close the angle. And she closes it, if you were to shoot with the right foot.
However, your mother had a saying.
Practice the left.
The goalkeeper has zero chance to stop the ball as it finds its way into the net.
“That’s a goal! And what a goal it was. A magnificent shot from Morgan that could simply not be stopped.”
“She had created the space, and she didn’t waste it. It was a fantastic play from end to end that gave Australia no time to react. And I think we all saw a goal in true Morgan fashion with the first ball Y/n touches after being subbed in. With only fifteen minutes to play, I feel that this team is close to being group leaders.”
“What will this mean for them?”
“In the big picture? Little. But it’s a better chance facing the next round. They have some big names, and they got some big results. However, for a team with so much story as the USWNT, nothing but the title of Champions can be considered a Victory.”
“Do you think they have what it’s needed?”
“...Maybe.”
The team is all around you in a matter of seconds and you jump into Harry’s arms. Her assist was just sublime and you wouldn’t have had a chance otherwise. So you hug her tightly while everyone else cheers.
It’s just one goal, but in a game that has been so close and with little opportunities, it can very much mean securing the last three points.
But you keep pushing. You keep trying. There’s no way you’ll leave victory to chance when you’re close enough to grab it with both hands.
In the end, one goal is enough. The game ends and you get the win to go into the next round as group leaders. More than that, you feel like titans in a world of heroes. You’re ready for the glory, and there’s absolutely nothing and no one that can get in your way.
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- ah yes, time for me to forget that I have been listening to stuff off-earphones all day and immediately be attacked by dour strings at VOLUME
- this music just makes me nostalgic for visiting my grandparents, they always seem to have classical radio on. comes out of this old radio in the kitchen and they’d put it on extra loud if the dogs were staying in so it had the “low-fi charm” sound too.
- hello Salesa! so nice, so hospitable, would recommend.
- I quite like that one too, Salesa. glad to see the tradition of older men being all :eyes: at Martin is continuing. would say that I’d love to hear from Simon again but I’m perfectly happy with him being alive.
- I’m afraid the tape recorders are big necessary, not easy to hear the story otherwise. interesting to hear that they’re still popping up despite the No Eye Allowed bubble, with Annabelle it does seem that the other powers are allowed in and I think we at least suspected they weren’t Beholding but also. interesting.
- Martin is Not Flattered by that comparison and so he shouldn’t be.
- I love Salesa so much. childhood knitting accident. and then responding to Jon all “No. :3″. I hope he doesn’t die.
- ohhhh he knows the Phrase! maybe Annabelle told him? I don’t think Gertrude used quite the same phrasing on her recordings - just “Gertrude Robinson recording” iirc, although it has been a while since we heard from her.
- Gertrude using the compulsion! for her own purposes, too - maybe from earlier on in her being the Archivist, since Gerry said she didn’t like it.
- validated by the apocalypse. I’d say it’s a mood but, virus talk warning, tbh the sheer length of time before the local government mandated masks in shops has been somewhat more screamworthy and any satisfaction I might have from having been wearing one the whole time is drowned out by the whole constantly having to yell at the customers thing.
- mood. I keep losing track of, not just spiders but misc bugs and flying things and then it’s phantom crawling sensations all night. wouldn’t want to stay either. the national trust places always have so many webs and the ceilings are so high that you wouldn’t be able to hoover them properly without some kind of lift.
- I would love to read Salesa’s manifest. he must have encountered so much cool stuff that no one should touch. I would take a whole series of him almost but not quite getting involved with stuff. patreon spin-off pls? if I do the sad eyes?
- “dealing in second-hand nightmares” is just the most wonderful phrase. and I love that he just figured he’d become a trope? very cool. wouldn’t mind becoming a trope myself tbh.
- normal retirement really dramatically. an icon.
- D: leaving already? no more Salesa? though I suppose “Jon and Martin have a relaxing time” is not really sustainable for more than a couple of episodes anyway, I was just really enjoying the company.
- pfff, that bridge will be stuck in your heads the whole time. and with good reason! it’s a very concerning bridge, you’re headed for tragedy.
- seems we’ll just have to wait a bit longer to find out what the spiders want. never mind, it has been years already. we’ve at least met one Martin doesn’t like now.
- moment of silence for all of the new not!teas we could have had.
- you could listen to the tapes, Jon! assuming they retrieved the cassettes and that Salesa and Annabelle don’t just. have them. I suppose it doesn’t bode well that he can’t keep in his head a place where the Eye didn’t exist, but. the bridge is ahead and I’ll be sad about it then.
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