#its kinda creepy. like zero thoughts head empty but not in a good way. i hate when this happens cause i dont really know what to think of it

[widevibratobitch]

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[missdawnandherdusk]

an americano

Remus X Reader (coffee shop AU) 

Summary: He always asked for the same coffee order, but one day, he finally asks for your name. 

A/n: So, I put up a post and the lovely @trappedgoose-in-a-writblr-room​ responded first with a request for a Remus drabble so here it is! Our soft nervous precious Remus. I limited myself to about 1k words, so it is truly a drabble, but I’m willing to do a part two if y’all are into it. It’s super cute, and yes, I may or may not be a barista at a coffee shop, but that’s beside the point. and I am seriously judging you if you like americanos

“So, you come here often?”

He had been coming here for weeks. Maybe a few months. And every time he followed the same routine. He’d walk from the small bookshop across the way and into my café just as my shift was coming to its midway point. Always in a jumper. Always with a beat-up satchel. He’d order an americano and sit in the corner booth and tap on his laptop and work through a book, frowning and typing again, until his coffee was gone, and he seemed satisfied with his progress.

Remus. The name he’d put for the order. The first time I wrote it on his cup was customary. By his third visit, I didn’t bother. I knew who he was. By his fifth, he just waved, and I smiled, already pulling the shot of espresso for his americano. After a while I’d write stupid things on his cup. The slower days when we were the only two in the café. The color of his jumper, a silly variation of his name, whatever the main character of his book was. 

“Seeing as I work here,” I baited with a smile. “Yes,”

“Right,” He stammered. “Um...”

“Do you want another coffee?” I prompted, as he looked down, blushing a bright pink. 

“I... uh.” He finally glanced up. “I don’t know your name,” He rushed out.

I looked at him a moment, taken by surprise. 

“And I would ask you to join me for coffee, when you’re off your shift of course... or maybe on your day off if you even want to not that you have to, but I realize that I can’t exactly do that if I don’t know your name, so...” His nervousness left me scrambling to keep up with his rushed words. 

“Y/n,” I gave a reassuring smile. “And I’ll join you for coffee as long as I don’t have to drink an americano,” 

Now it was his turn to look shocked. As if my acceptance of his offer wasn’t expected. 

“I’m sorry, what?” He stumbled. 

“Americanos,” I clarified. “I don’t know how you manage them, because they’re just awful,” 

Whatever he had been thinking was abandoned to defend his drink of choice. 

“They’re not that bad,” He refuted. “And I’m lactose intolerant, so I don’t really have much of a choice,” 

I pursed my lips and chuckled. “Go sit, I’ll be there in a minute,” I sat across from him, setting a cup of coffee in front of him that held a warm amber color. He studied me and the cup. 

“This has milk in it,” He accused. 

“Oat milk, completely lactose free,” I rose my own mug of coffee. “It’s the only way I take my coffee anymore. I haven’t put any sugar in it, I don’t know how sweet you like it and I didn’t want to overdose you,” 

“Oat milk,” Remus pondered, picking up a fair share of sugar packets. “I never would have thought of that,” 

“Here’s to good coffee, not watered-down espresso,” I raised my mug and we both took a sip together and I watched his eyes widen at the coffee in his cup. 

“This is brilliant,” His eyes lit up. 

“You’d think that after the few months you’ve been here constantly, you’d figure out we had non-dairy options,” I teased lightly, and he blushed slightly. 

“I... I was distracted. So, I ordered what I knew,” He stammered, staring at his coffee. 

“Distracted?” I pressed. “Lost in too many books then?” 

“Well, yes. But no,” He chuckled. “There’s this pretty barista who works here that keeps me off balance.” I hid behind my mug my cheeks warming. 

“That so?” I tried to play off, but he caught my flush and grinned. “Then why the hell did it take you three months to ask for my name?” I accused, chuckling. 

“Well, I don’t know!?” He laughed. “You just so... you!” 

“What is that even supposed to mean!?” I giggled. 

“I don’t know,” His face was red from the laughter and the unanswered questions. 

“I’m glad you did finally ask,” I admitted, fidgeting with a spare napkin. “Are you a student? You’re always here with a book,” 

“Grad student,” He clarified. “Working on my dissertation. I have an internship at the shop across the way,” 

“You’re there most days that I work,” I noted. “You always come for coffee,” 

“Yeah, well,” He ducked his head. “I may or may not have accidentally memorized your schedule, so that our hours are close to the same,” We both blushed again. 

“Little creepy,” I raised an eyebrow, “And kinda a shame. I’d love to come and bug you while you’re working,” 

“Oh... I—you like to read?” I raised an eyebrow at him, and he backtracked. “Not to say that you don’t! But it’s a shop filled with—” 

“Vintage books, classics, literature, mythology. I know,” I smiled. “I frequent there. Even before you came around,” 

“Really?” 

I nodded and nursed my coffee. “I might not seem like it, but I’m also a student. I work here for the extra cash,” 

“Right,” He fumbled. “I—read anything interesting lately?” He redirected the conversation, and I could tell that he was more comfortable with the topic. It wasn’t hard to pick up that he wasn’t one for small talk, but his eyes lit up at the mere mention of a book. 

“Some work by De Pizan, my professor is doing a seminar on her,” I gave. “It’s really interesting, I’m enjoying it a lot,” 

“De Pizan,” He mused. “Middle Ages? Rhetorist, right?” I nodded and smiled. “It’s been a while since I’ve read anything of hers for class, or fun or that matter. I remember liking her work though, she was a proto-feminist,” 

“Yes...” I was surprised by his base of knowledge.

“Sorry, I know I ramble,” He ducked his head.

“I think it’s cute,”

“Oh... well,” Remus was becoming a permanent shade of pink. 

“You don’t do this sort of thing often do you?” I prompted. 

“What gave it away?” 

“Well, I mean there is the whole name ordeal. Then of course, you’re a shy book nerd, that’s obvious, but honestly, you’re nervous for all the wrong reasons,” I supplied. 

He gaped at me as if he didn’t know what to address about what I said first. While he was deciding, I reached out and placed my hand over his. 

“As someone else with anxiety, let me tell you, you’re doing just fine.” 

“Yeah?” His eyes were hopeful. 

I nodded and glanced at the clock. “Well, my break is over, but you’re welcome to hang out.” I stood, gathering both of our empty mugs. “And thanks... for finally asking,”

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[yikesharringrove]

the fic you wrote for my last prompt was amazing, ty 😭 can you do 50 + 56 this time please? and if you want to work in dyslexic!steve too that would be awesome! 🥰

You are speaking my fuckin�� language, dyslexic Steve is my ABSOLUTE jam. Honestly, whenever I write Steve, he’s dyslexic, although sometimes it’s not mentioned because it’s not important to Harry’s journey @ jk rowling

Thank you for your request! I’m really glad you liked the other one I wrote! You’re anonymous so I don’t know which one that is but I really enjoyed writing them all! Sorry for my manic energy rn.

Something a little different, it’s modern au! This is probably nothing like what you were thinking so I’m sorry, but I kinda love it ngl.

50: Secret Admirer

56: “I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended.”

Prompt list!

Billy spent three and a half hours reading through every single tweet on the account.

There were so fucking many of them. The earliest one was timestamped from four days ago, so obviously, this person had no life outside of tweeting.

Tweeting about Billy.

He had a few personal favorites. He had retweeted them to his account, figuring may as well play it up, make a joke outta everything.

@ImHardForHargrove: sorry WHOMST gave you the RIGHT to have eyes that fuckin blue im YELLING

@ImHardForHargrove: watchin u play basketball is a religious experience y are ur arms so BIG hhnnnng

And Billy’s absolute favorite, which he pinned right at the top of his account

@ImHardForHargrove: ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass

Billy knew he looked good. Knew he turned heads wherever he went. He did that on purpose. But realizing someone at Hawkins High had set up a thirst account for him, well.

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended.” Billy had explained the situation to Robin, letting her go through the account on his phone. “Like, It’s kinda nice, whoever this guy is, he’s got a crush. But also like, It’s kinda creepy. Plus he’s objectifying me,” Billy was talking through his sandwich.

Robin made a face of disgust. “Why do you keep saying ‘he’? All of the girls in this fucking school are practically drooling for you.”

“Hard for Hargrove, Robin. I know you’re like, revolted by the peen and whatever but that does not excuse a lack of basic sexual education and anatomy.” She gagged at him. Honest to God, gagged. He thought she was gonna spew all over the table.

“If I ever hear you call it a peen ever again, it’s on sight Hargrove.” Heather plopped herself down next to Robin, kissing her cheek before zeroing in on Billy’s phone, still in Robin’s hand.

“Have you guys worked out who it could be yet?” Her eyes were wide at Billy.

“Billy says he thinks its a guy even though people with penises aren’t necessarily men.” Robin gave him a pointed look.

“Yeah Robin, I know that, but, I don’t know I just think it’s a guy penis-having person.”

Heather narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you actually think that, or are you just hoping in that goblin little brain of yours that this account is Steve Harrington’s.” Billy could feel the heat spread down his neck.

“Billy, I know Steve is like, the only out guy in this whole fucking town, but you can do way better than him.  PLUS, I feel like it makes more sense if the person running this account wasn’t out and had to channel their gay yearning through social media.”

“First of all Robin, you have this vendetta against Steve that I don’t get. He’s a nice guy. He’s kinda dopey, kinda dumb, but he’s like, sweet and shit. Second, I’m not out, so it still could be him because he doesn’t think I would, like, accept his advances or whatever. Hence, gay internet yearning.” The chime of the bell sent them packing their lunches, Billy’s phone vibrated in Robin’s hand. She rolled her eyes when he realized he turned on notifications for the account

“Get a fucking life you loser.” She slapped the phone into his hand. He opened the new tweet with embarrassing zeal.

@ImHardForHargrove: i saw u talking with ur mouth full and it was yucky but i was still  🥺🥺

His head shot up, trying to see who would have been facing him during lunch, but the cafeteria was almost empty.

The rest of the week Billy took deliberate care of every interaction he had with anyone. Observing who was in his surroundings, and making note of everything he did and said. He took extra caution around Steve, wanting to spot any minute detail that could give away who ran the account.

The account started blowing up. People were retweeting like fucking crazy. Everywhere he went, he was being asked if he’s seen it, like he doesn’t regularly retweet the good ones. The search for the owner of the account had spread throughout the whole school. A few girls even tried to claim the account was theirs, but every time that happened the account would tweet out something to discredit whoever made the claim, proving them a liar.

Billy was starting to lose hope it was Harrington. The tweets were coming at all different times, posted whenever the person thought about it, so Billy was losing track of who was near when he said or did something. And the tweets were always about stupid stuff Billy didn’t register doing. On Wednesday night the account said

@ImHardForHargrove: hi when you chew on your pencil and it makes me 🥴 that is all thx for comin to my ted talk

Friday afternoon gave them all:

@ImHardForHargrove: walked past ur classroom and u were asleep ive never wanted to CUDDLE someone so bad in my LIFE

But Saturday, Saturday renewed all hope for Harrington Billy could possibly have. Lauren Kranz was throwing a party. It was the first real rager in a while, so everyone was there, and everyone was sloshed. Everyone but Billy, who’d agreed to be designated driver for Robin and Heather like some kinda idiot.

He was brooding on the back porch when his phone went off. The account was active, and the owner was drunk.

@ImHardForHargrove: I can seeeeee u oyt the windw I wan u 2 FUC ME. RAW DOG.

@ImHardForHargrove: srry ur so beauitiful nd THICCC

@ImHardForHargrove: I wana shoot my shot but idk if u lik bois

@ImHardForHargrove: (ys i am boi)

@ImHardForHargrove: nd i dont wana get my heart broken agin 😥

He was right about it being a guy. He was right about him being too nervous to approach him outright. His brain was screaming stevestevesteve at him. Hawkins was shook when Steve came out as bisexual in his sophomore year. He was the golden boy, a real jock. He was NOT the kind of guy people would assume queer in a small midwestern town.

He was kind of a douchebag, dumping one girl for another, sleeping with her and never calling again. But then he settled down with this guy from the University of Indianapolis for a few months until Steve caught him cheating. Apparently, he had slashed the guy’s tires. Billy was impressed.

The next year came Wheeler, who only stuck around long enough to make sure Steve was nice and whipped before she fucked off on him too. So Steve retreated. Spent more time with middle schoolers than anybody else. Didn’t want to put his heart on the line anymore until he knew it wouldn’t be stomped on.  Billy could respect that.

Billy couldn’t risk being out in a town like Hawkins. Word always had a way of getting right back to his dad, and in a tiny hick town with nothing better to do than gossip, it was usually only a matter of hours before Neil heard something he didn’t like.

@ImHardForHargrove: srry 4 bad typing rn. drunk nd dysl exic ren’t a happy combo

Billy’s heart stopped. The drunken idiot was giving himself away. Maybe if he sat here staring at the account long enough, enough would be revealed he could figure it all out like a shitty drunk episode of Blue’s Clues.

He was so focused on Twitter, refreshing his feed, again and again, he didn’t notice a very drunk, and very unsteady Steve Harrington stumbling out the back door towards him. Until he crashed into his back.

“Sorry, Bill!” Billy had Steve by the shoulders trying to keep him upright. “Heyy I have a question for you.” Steve grabbed one of Billy’s hands and veered over to the table and chairs arranged neatly on the small patio. When they were sitting, Steve kept ahold of Billy’s hand.

“Hi.” Steve was smiling like a little kid. Billy was in fucking love.

“hey, Harrington. What was your question.”

“So-oo. I have this friend. A very good friend. Super close. And he has a big ol’ crush on you but he’s too scared to ask you himself because he keeps getting his heart fuckin’ broken so he wanted me to ask. Are you into guys?” It’s a miracle Billy understood any of that, every word blending into the next.

“That depends.” Billy leaned in, running his tongue along his bottom lip. He saw Steve take in a sharp breath, following the movement with his glazed eyes. He knew Steve was talking about himself, he just wanted to rile him up a little. Make him blush first. “This friend you’re talkin’ about. He’s our age? Like you’re not trying to set me up with one a’ your kids, right?” Steve physically recoiled.

“NO, you fuckin’ pedo. I’m NOT trying to set you up with a fuckin’, fuckin’ middle schooler. My friend is, uh eighteen. He’s a senior.” Unless Tommy fuckin’ H. suddenly had a penchant for dick Billy didn’t know about, Steve was 100% talking about himself.

“Well, if he’s as pretty as you are, I’d love to go out with him sometime.” Billy winked. Steve went red.

“Okay, but like, does that mean you’d go out with me? Like I’m as pretty as me, right? Because I was talking about me. Not ‘a friend’ I was talking about me. Steve.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured that out. You know, I was hoping it was you running that Twitter. Any time you’d tweet out something you wanted to do with me, I was always picturin’ doing it with you, Baby.” Billy was practically purring. “Especially all the shit you wanted me to do TO you.” Steve gave something between a whine and a groan and flopped himself onto Billy’s lap, straddling him with very little grace.

“Thank God. ‘Cause you’re so fucking hot I’d let you do anything to me. Anything, Bill.” Billy smiled softly at him.

“Then let me take you home. Let me put you in bed to sleep off all this. And let me take you to breakfast tomorrow. Something nice and greasy for your hangover tummy.” Steve was a puddle in Billy’s lap. “C’mon, Drunky, git your ass up.” Steve just giggled and muttered Drunky Skunky under his breath.

Billy sighed and stood up, hefting Steve up with him.

“Bil-ly,” Steve whined. “You’re so strong, this is so fucking hot. I gotta tweet about this.”

“Tweet it later, Sweet Thing.”

It took Billy for-fucking-ever to find Robin and Heather (they were making out in the basement with the stoners). But Steve chirped and cooed into his ear, so happy Billy could lift him and hold him like it was nothing.

The last tweet from the account was timestamped from Sunday evening.

@ImHardForHargrove: Hi this is Steve. Billy’s my boyfriend now 🥰#ThirstWorks

[magioftheseas]

Take Me Back, Back, Back

For @bidoofgodofdestruction

Summary: One minute he's failed to convince Hinata Hajime against the Kamukura Izuru Project. The next, he's in a hospital bed with Hinata Hajime leaning over him. In a scene that he could've sworn already happened months ago.

Rating: T+

Warnings: Violence both implied and explicit albeit minor and not super graphic. Also this entire thing circles around a time loop so there are implicit character deaths in it, too. And angst. Lots of angst.

Notes: I got commissioned to write time loop KomaHina where Komaeda tries to prevent Hinata from signing up for the project! It’s set, however, in bidoof’s Ultimate Despair fic so you need to read it for context. It mentions band stuff. The band stuff is important. It’s also super angsty. This and that fic because...obviously. Wheeeeeeee.

***Alternate Ao3 Link***

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He first remembers a dead phone line. The ground rippling and sinking below. It’s cold. It’s dark. He still can’t move. His heart pounds on the inside of his chest.

Let me out, let me out!

It’s screaming. Inside, it’s all just screaming.

Let me out! Let me see him! Please! Please! It can’t end like this!

“It’s not use,” Matsuda Yasuke had told him. “He’s too far gone.”

Hinata-kun.

He laughs. His trapped heart sobs between its screams.

Hinata-kun!

And he wakes up, jumping as Hinata yelps.

“H-Hey, easy, easy there!” Hinata grips his shoulders as he thrashes, squeezing and frantic. “Calm down, it’s just me!”

He stills. He’s panting. He’s in the bed of the nurse’s office. There’s sunlight filtering through the window, catching onto Hinata Hajime’s worried face. His furrowed brow. Komaeda stares.

The next onslaught of memories leave him limp and breathless. Hinata exclaims something. Is quick to embrace him so that he doesn’t slip. Quickly spills out bland reassurances. Komaeda’s heart is still pounding, but it’s not asking him to be let out.

“Hinata-kun.”

Hinata rubs his back awkwardly, nearly choking out his response as if he were shaken up, too. “Y-Yeah?”

“What just happened?”

“I-I don’t know,” Hinata stammers. “I mean, we were having band practice. You were swaying. Mioda thought it was to the music but you looked a little paler than usual and then—uh. You fell. Tumbled off the stage, too. How hard did you...?”

Not being an Ultimate, Hinata’s hand groping his skull for the implied bruise was uncomfortable and awkward. Komaeda still leaned into the touch. It hurt like hell, but he’s been through worse. So much worse.

“Aw, jeez.” Hinata quickly retracts his hand. “Yeah, that’s a bump. Don’t think we can continue practicing like this.”

“Ahaha.” Komaeda remembers, now, and just like before, he shakes his head. “No, no, I’m fine enough to sing. I can just sit down while I do if you’re worried about my balance.”

“Are you sure? There’s no shame in taking a break while you’re injured.”

“There is shame in disappointing others, especially when they’re Ultimates.”

They’ve had this conversation before. It’s all familiar.

When his feet touch the ground, he feels the rippling.

Was that—all really just a dream?

Hinata’s expression is strained and conflicted. It’s clear he wants to argue. Komaeda remembers being irritated with him. Bristling and telling him off.

He feels different now.

“I’ll be fine. It’s fine.”

“If you...say so.”

He says all that and when Hinata pulls away to let him stand, his heart thumps in protest.

No, no, no.

“A-At least help me up,” Komaeda mutters lamely, raising his hand. Hinata shorts, but he doesn’t hesitate. He takes Komaeda’s hand. He smiles just a bit.

He squeezes, and Komaeda’s heart soars.

--

There were more moments of familiarity. Conversations and banter that he had been through once before. Flashes of the future pushing at his skull before they’d happen in front of him. Building and building until a fateful, undoubtedly significant moment.

It was Hinata’s birthday. He showed up to give him a present. He hadn’t seen anyone else in weeks. It hadn’t been any easier the supposed second time. He felt a little sick, honestly.

And then, Hinata Hajime asked him—

“If you had the opportunity to be gifted talent...would you take it?”

“What on earth are you saying?”

His initial response was the same, but his heart was pounding in his ears.

“You’re fine as you are.” The words spill out before he can stop them. “You don’t need talent, you’re already worthwhile.”

“H-Huh?! That’s a complete 180 from your usual behavior.” Hinata straightens up, but he seems attentive. Komaeda wonders. “What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”

It occurs to him, then, that he’s gripping Hinata’s hands tight. Tight enough that his own might break.

“You’re fine as you are,” he presses. “You don’t need any sort of talent! So, just—forget it! Forget all about it!”

“H-How the hell am I supposed to forget?! Oi, Komaeda, let go!”

“Hajime, don’t go—!”

Hinata shoves him away. The words keep spilling and spilling.

“Hope and talent still can’t be manufactured—no matter what they do, no matter what you do, it won’t matter. All you’re doing is killing yourself. What’s the good in that? You’re reducing yourself to a husk for—for what? For just the idea that you could be talented?!”

“W-What are you—you don’t know what you’re—argh!” Hinata clutches his head, and he screams. “Shut up! Just shut up!”

“Hajime, I-I’m just saying...”

“Get out! Get out, get out, get out!”

“H-Hajime, please—!”

Hinata removes him forcibly. He threatens to call the police when Komaeda bangs on his door. It’s an empty threat. The police won’t care, especially not the campus cops. But Komaeda freezes, seizes, and then—

Through blurring tears, he wakes up again. Hinata is by his side again, fretting over him.

“W-What’s wrong, Komaeda?! Komaeda?”

“I-I... I... A-Aha... Haha... How...!” Throwing his arm over his eyes, he wheezes in grief and euphoria. “How lucky—! To get not just a second chance, but a third!”

“Komaeda!”

--

That’s the delight about his luck, you see. Luck is when something happens in spite of the odds. As long as there’s that non-zero-percent chance, there’s a way. And his Ultimate Luck worked that very way.

Wasn’t that wonderful? Wasn’t that amazing?

No matter how many times he tried over and over and over and over and over and over again, as long as there was a chance of success—none of it mattered! None of it at all!

Even when—

“Look, Komaeda, I know you mean well, but—I’m not in the mood, I’m sorry. I don’t think—I can talk to you anymore.”

And when—

“Y-You’re getting kinda creepy, so like...can you just leave it alone...? I don’t need you patronizing me.”

Especially when—

“I don’t know who told you about the project, but if it gets out, it’ll be bad for Hope’s Peak. Sorry, Komaeda-kun, but we just can’t take the risk, even if it’s with you. But you’ll understand, won’t you?”

When—

“I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, open your eyes! Komaeda! Komaeda! NAGITO!!”

--

“Hey, can you hear me?”

He wakes up, dazed and dizzy. He still remembers the cold stream of blood running down his temple. Hinata shakes his shoulder a bit.

“You with me? That fall was—pretty bad.”

So bad it killed me, he thought drearily. But it’s okay. I’m still here. I still have—a chance. But what should I do this time? What’s even less? How should I—?

“Maybe I should get you ice?” Hinata wonders, almost idly. “Komaeda, how are you feeling?”

I’m so frustrated.

“Like shit.”

“Oh. Wow. That’s blunt. Guess you did hit your head pretty hard.” Hinata shrugs it off. He goes to the freezer to fetch an ice pack. “Yeah, I’ll tell Mioda that we’ll have to stop band practice early today. And I don’t want to hear any arguments.”

What can even be done about you?

He does come up with an idea. One that’s sure to make Hinata Hajime hate him. He knows going to Hope’s Peak staff is a dead end, figuratively and literally—he supposes, then, all he has left is burning the bridge entirely.

“Actually, Hinata-kun.” He manages his usual smile as Hinata hands him the pack. He doesn’t feel the chill seeping into his skull as he presses it to the bump there. “I’ll just tell Mioda-san that the band isn’t an option anymore.”

Hinata Hajime blinks at him rather dumbly.

“You...don’t think you can recover at all?”

Aha. You’re so cute.

“I can’t accept it. You in a space for Ultimates. Associating with Ultimates. Reserves like you—that level of cockiness should be considered a crime.”

Hinata Hajime blinks again.

“...seriously? This again? You’re going to throw another tantrum now? Y’know—you’re just going to upset the others. Mioda, Saionji, Tsumiki, like—they don’t deserve this shit. Just rest. Recover. But if you want to drop out, I’m not going to stop you. It’s your own damn problem to deal with.”

“Ahaha. You make me sound so selfish.” Maybe I am. You’re just one person. The loss of someone like you shouldn’t be significant. And, yet. I want to prevent it. “It’s not just me, I swear. It’s you. All you. Hinata-kun, I—think you should go back to your last high school.”

“Well, I refuse. Sorry.”

Right now, Hinata Hajime looks at him as if he were the scum of the earth. He should be used to that.

It still hurts. But, compared to everything else—this meager self-centered pain is—

“Haha. Hinata-kun, you’re such a piece of work. You’re so pathetic, trotting after every Ultimate’s heels. You’re even latched onto someone like me.” He laughs. It hurts. It’s cold. “Do you think that if you cling hard enough that you’ll be taken in? Like a stray dog?”

“That wasn’t why!” Hinata exclaimed. “You—I just got dragged into this from the start!”

“I doubt it’s that.” The ice is set aside. Komaeda swings his legs over the side of the bed. “I really do believe you think it’s that easy to be accepted. Just to wiggle your way in. Like a naughty cuckoo. But, don’t you know? Birds aren’t all fools. They can spot the fakes. They reject them. It’s going to be the same with you. So.” He pokes Hinata’s sternum. There’s a flutter. “It’s best you just leave before you’re dropped, Hinata-kun. It’ll hurt less that way.”

Hinata slaps his hand away.

“Fuck you.”

Komaeda slaps him across the face. The response is immediate. Hinata seizes the collars of his shirt, pulls him close, and—

Komaeda screams.

The response is immediate.

Hinata drops him in surprise. A passing teacher rushes in. Komaeda points. Hinata pales.

Hinata tries to stammer out his name. Komaeda doesn’t look at him.

“Teacher, this reserve attacked me.”

Hinata shouts at him before he’s yanked away. It could’ve been out of rage. Confusion. It could’ve been a plea. Komaeda doesn’t really remember that part—but he does remember Hinata Hajime’s expulsion soon after.

--

The days pass.

The world still ends.

Komaeda Nagito can only laugh until he bursts into tears.  He passes out soon after and hopes he doesn’t wake up again.

[killmvnger]

I’ll Be Around (Part 1)

Killmonger/Black!Reader

Warning: Nothing extreme yet. Sexual tension. This one’s kinda dark.

Summary: You’re trapped in an impossible situation with an even more impossible man.

You cherished the icy glass of water being held firmly in your grasp, a harsh contrast to your feverish palms which clenched the glacial cup even tighter, hoping that to some degree its chill would travel through your body. The sensation of coldness wandering down your throat to your stomach refreshed you, you could almost forget about the clamminess of your hands and droplets of sweat cascading down the sides of your face. You press the glass against your forehead after taking another gulp, sighing in relief. This heat was indomitable, both outside and in. The prick took dozens of things when he moved out, your lamp is one of them, but this proved to be the most necessary and unforgivable item. The goddamn air conditioner. You rolled the glass down your forehead to your cheek, then down your throat, letting the cold of it bring you some kind of peace.

You closed your eyes and leaned back against the refrigerator. Even in your flimsy black bralette and tiny silk pajama shorts, you struggled to cool yourself down from the unforgiving heat wave. You stayed in that position for as long as you could before the glass started becoming room temperature, contemplating pressing issues in your mind like who you'd have to kill to get an air conditioner for a cheap price. Groaning, you set your cup down on the counter and turn around to the kitchen table. You plan on walking out and trying to fall asleep again, but you pause in your movements and stare straight ahead into the darkness.

Something wasn't right.

Your heart unintentionally quicked in pace, pounding, thudding, crashing against your chest. You look around, slowly, but frantic. The shadows were off around the table, so you squint in a haunting suspicion, pushing yourself to recognize something that wasn't there. You wanted to believe that the heat was making you insane and continue back to bed, but you couldn't. You know what you saw.

Swiftly, you turn back to the counter, scavaging the drawers for your knife collection only to find nothing there. You open two drawers at once, hunting for something, anything to protect you.

You're pushed forward into the counter before you could open another drawer and you cry against the impact. The body behind yours is hulking and firm, adding just enough pressure so that you couldn't get out of the imprisonment. You wriggle and kick and scream, but the loud 'click' of a gun safety switching off forces you to clench your lips together.

"I'm impressed." The voice mutters. His voice is low and husky, just an octave deep enough to chill you in a way that the poor glass of water never could. "Most people don't notice me until it's too late." His tone turns gruff and unhinged, and it brings an unexpected slew of tears to your eyes, misting your already compromised vision. You feel his haughty laughter through the vibrations in his chest, it shakes you, gives you goosebumps. Your panting is uncontrollable at this point, taking over your movements, and almost sending you into a panic attack. He notices your difficulty and pushes his hand in front of you. It's covered by black leather gloves, but he's obviously holding up a number. "Count my fingers." He orders.

You have to take several deep breaths before even thinking of his bizarre demand. He wiggles his fingers.

"Tell me how many."

You blink your tears away, then zero in on his gloved hand. "Five," you stutter out. He folds his thumb back. "Four," you continue on, feeling your breathing starting to even out. He kept this going until you weren't heaving any longer and he was down to his index finger. "One," you whisper, then squeeze your eyes shut, expecting to be shot and killed.

"Good." He rumbles. His praise gives you a sliver of hope. You can feel his breath beside your face, ticking your neck. "I'm not here to kill you," he assures. "But I will. If you don't tell me what the fuck I need to know."

You nod in understanding, still shocked that this was happening to you. His hand slithers from the counter to your stomach. He presses his palm flat against your bare abdomen which is slick with a light layer of sweat. You inhale deeply at his commanding touch, shivering as his grip on you becomes sharper, twisting around your waist. He's turning you around to face him and you have no choice but to comply. You shift one-eighty degrees right and meet with his chest instead of his face. It's large, even in the confinement of his tactical gear, what looked to be a metal vest wrapped around him. Your eyes adjusted poorly to the change of position, though you could make out the long sleeved black shirt under his armor from the very minimal support of street lights from your windows. Slowly, you look up to his face, scanning past the thick mass of stubble around his mouth and landing surely on his eyes. Eyes that you couldn't forget.

"Killmonger." You whisper.

He bares his golden fangs at you. They shine even through the darkness.

"You remember me." He says, matter-of-fact.

"You're hard to forget." You say too quickly. You meant it as a jab at his general creepiness, but the look on his face suggested that he interpreted it as a compliment. A hint of a smirk appears on his face.

"Then you know why I'm here." He says. You shake your head, hoping that maybe just this once playing dumb would work out in your favor. He leans down to the side of your face, stopping to where his lips could meet your ear. His breath against you makes you shiver even further and slightly cower into yourself. "Don't fucking play with me." He whispers, minty breath fanning over your neck as he said so. It irritated you that his breath smelled so wonderful, bad guys weren't supposed to smell so good.

He was too close to you and in your mind, you took that as an opportunity. It took, maybe, a ten-second sprint to get to the front door from the kitchen. You had the home-field advantage, you doubt he knows how to accurately navigate your home in almost complete darkness.

Your head smashes into his before he could say another word. He's caught off-guard, stumbling back a few paces wide enough to allow you to start moving. You try sprinting to the door, but you're being held back before you could even pass the refrigerator, strong arms wrapping around your mid-section and hauling you back to the counter. You fight listlessly against him, kicking and screaming, but he holds you like a rag-doll - and treats you as such. He tosses you back to your spot and your lower back hits the edge of the counter painfully.

"That was cute," He laughs. "And stupid."

"Fuck you." You spit out despite a headache thumping bitterly through your injured forehead. Movies make headbutts look far too easy.

"Where is he, [Y/N]?"

You should've known that this day would come, but you were only expecting it while you were still in a relationship. Now that your love life is down the drain, this interrogation thing shouldn't be your problem. You couldn't speak for your ex-boyfriend, but you cut all ties and affiliations with all of your past lovers once everything is said and done.

Killmonger's eyes cut through you like glass, just as haunting and deranged as you remembered. You've only seen him twice. Once, in passing, as he was exiting your home. You had eyed him warily then, wondering how your boyfriend even knew someone as rough looking as him. You'd fleshed him out from head to toe and glared as he walked a little too close to you. His gaze had never left yours, not even to blink, staring you down just as intensely as you did him. You both never lost contact even as he passed you up, causing you to turn around and follow his shady eyes all the way to his car. He smirked at you before taking off at a dangerous speed.

You'd asked your boyfriend who he was once you got inside. You remembered the name because it was so outlandish and horrifying. He didn't tell you any more details, no matter how much you begged for it. You just hoped you'd never have to see him again. And then, two weeks later, you did.

You'd spotted him at a dive bar you'd entered out of pure need for a hard drink. You had already ordered your drink before you saw him, sitting in a booth around some bad looking men, so you couldn't immediately get up and leave. You tried to hide through your braids, pushing them in front of your face in a makeshift disguise, but he'd still noticed you.

It felt like the longest drink you've ever had to consume in your life with his watchful eyes glued to you as you downed it. You stood from your chair and headed for the door, unknowing that he was following you the entire time. It was only when you were already one block away from the sketchy establishment did you turn to look behind you. You'd yelped in surprise as he pushed you against the brick of some building beside you.

"How's ya boy?" He asked casually as if he didn't have you cornered on an empty street. You weren't in the mood. You pulled the butterfly knife you'd been hiding from your purse and flicked it open. His eyes widened, but he looked amused.

"Keep your fucking hands off me."

"Cute lil knife." He said. It was. You'd gotten it personally customized, making the stainless steel blade a deep gold and the handle onyx black. "I like your style."

"What do you want?" You asked.

"Just thought you could deliver a lil message for me."

"A message that your phone couldn't send, apparently." You replied.

"Tell ya boy that he's got three months." He ordered, then looked you up and down. You had on black shorts and a band tee, hardly anything to feel exposed over, but his eyes burning on your skin made you want to cover yourself in layers. "You should hurry and get home. It can get dangerous at this time of night." He smiled at you, wide enough to see the gold accents in his teeth. You had kept your eyes on him as you walked away from his still position. You high-tailed it home to your boyfriend and told him everything. He told you not to worry. He said that you wouldn't have to see Killmonger ever again because he'd 'take care of it'.

Yet, here you are.

"We broke up," You disclose, hoping that it would clear this situation up. "I don't keep tabs on him."

He sneers at you. "Don't matter. Start thinking." He orders. "You're my last stop of the night. And I'm not feeling too generous, baby girl." As he says so, he pulls his handgun back out from his belt and holds it to your neck. The barrel digs into your skin, the cool metal shocking you into complete stillness. In a morbid way, you're relieved by the coldness on your skin because at least you could go out with some relief.

"One of the reasons we broke up was because he never told me where he was really sneaking off to every other day. So, even if I did start naming places, I'd be dead wrong."

"Poor choice of words." He cocks his gun and aims it back at you.

"Okay, wait, wait, wait!" In your frantic rush to stop him, your hands stumble onto his chest, gripping. He glances down at your hands on him then up to your eyes again. "I'll help you find him. I will. Please." You plead with him. His eyes go back down to his chest, where you foolishly realize your hands remain. You pull away from him, embarrassed and distressed. You couldn't distinguish a blush on your face from the general heat making you flush out, but either way, you were filled with a searing fever on your face. Something akin to a smirk sneaks its way to his face, it's something that makes your stomach twist and turns.

His gun lowers. "How you gonna do that?" He asks, speaking slower like he was addressing a child. "You don't know anything. Why should I keep you around?"

"I was his girlfriend! I could try to...get in touch with him again, act like I want to get back together or something. He's an idiot, he'll fall for it, I promise." You try and persuade him. He nods.

"Then get to it." He commands. You hesitate, confused as to if you were supposed to leave him or direct him. He must see the dilemma in your eyes because he steps away from you, just enough so that you were finally free to move as you pleased. You take one step forward and he does the same. He follows you around your kitchen, behind you like a shadow as you make your way into the hallway, his boots stomping imposingly against your tiled floors while your bare feet pattered lightly. His gaze on you, though you couldn't see it, made all the hairs on your neck stand. You stop in front of the master bedroom. Your bedroom. You turn to him and chew on your lip.

"My phone is on my bed." You state. The gut-wrenching feeling that you were going to enter your dark bedroom with a mysterious murderer overtook your thoughts.

"Get it."

"I'm not going in my bedroom with a stranger. Either you let me go in and get it or you can get it yourself." You say rather boldly. He's already laughing at you, such a rich sound that suggested that you genuinely amused him. You stick to your ground, though. Once he calms down, he's looking you from head to toe, as if only now noticing your half-naked state. Your arms twitch up nervously and cross around yourself, suddenly self-conscious now that it was clear that his eyes were attached to your body.

"I can have you any time I want. Anywhere. I don't give a damn about your bed. I'd fuck you on that kitchen table. I'd fuck you on that counter," He moves closer, pushing you back into the wall beside your door. You inhale sharply. "I'll fuck you right here in this hallway, baby girl." His hand wraps around your neck as he leans down to you. "Stop fucking playing with me." He growls. His words cut through you and hit your gut, granting you a strong and unexpected shock of pleasure mixed in with your fear. You gulp. It's a sick thought, a sick revelation, a sick reaction that you have right then and there with his hand around your throat. He's terrifying, sure, but your eyes linger around his lips for a second too long. You scold yourself and pass off the dampness in your underwear as a moment of insanity.

He pushes himself away. You gather your breath again, nodding at him before high-tailing it into your bedroom.

Everything was just as you left it. The bed was a mess, the sheets and covers falling helplessly off on the sides from your kicking it off while you were sleeping. You disregarded the mess and moved right in for your phone which was lying in the middle of your mattress. Wasting no time, you unlock your screen and go into your contacts. He gave you an emergency number when you first started dating and you didn't think it would ever get much use. You press the call button and turn around to Killmonger.

The phone rings three times before anything happens, and it's the tensest time you've ever waited for someone to pick up their phone. The shrill ringing noise feels louder than it should, blaring at such a volume in the otherwise quiet home, adding to the tension already bubbling between you and Killmonger. He keeps his eyes on you as the phone chimes and with every second that your ex-boyfriend doesn't pick up, you grow tenser than before.

"I don't...this doesn't usually...he always picks up when I call, and that's not an exaggeration, he's been trying to get back together with me for weeks. I swear, I thought...I don't --" you babble helplessly, but Killmonger shushes you. You fall silent, fiddling with your phone as he trails into his thoughts.

"Someone must've tipped him off." He groans like he already knows who 'someone' is.

"So. Is that it?" You ask, nervously. "I helped you as much as I could. I did what you asked. Now, you'll leave and follow another lead?"

You anxiously bite your lip while awaiting his answer. He looks angrier than you've ever seen him, nostrils flaring and shoulders tensed. You're too scared to make any sudden movements, for fear that he'll break through his stupor and pounce.

"How could you date that nigga? Knowing what he does..." The low timbre of his voice has your stomach in knots. "You seem like a smart girl. Look at the position you're in now. Because of him."

You swallow. "I didn't know about the things that could put him in danger."

"Bullshit. You take boxing lessons and you train with a customized balisong butterfly knife. You're prepared for the worst. You didn't wanna believe it, but you knew on some level that he was doing wrong and you stayed with him."

"Are you seriously criticizing me for something I had no involvement in?"

"No. I'm more curious as to why you stayed with him for so long." He stalks towards you as he says so. You cross your arms over your chest and blink up at him.

He's directly in front of you now, once again invading your personal space for some weird power play.

"Nigga, I don't see how that's any of your business." You snap at him. The corner of his mouth lifts slightly, revealing a cute little dimple in his right cheek that you hadn't noticed before. Your heart beats faster.

"See, that's that shit right there. A regular hitman would've murked you for that attitude alone. But I like you. That's why you still breathing." He says lowly. Your ears zero in on his praise of you and it makes your stomach kind of flutter in a destructive way. This man was ready to put a bullet in you ten minutes ago and you have the audacity to enjoy what he says? You chalk it up to not having male attention in a long while.

"Is that what you are? A hitman? Someone's lackey?" You ask, genuinely curious. If he wasn't going to kill you yet, the least you can do is get some information on him.

"Watch that mouth, baby girl. I don't work for nobody but myself." He corrects you swiftly looking extremely proud of himself. You feel his fingertips running along your collarbone, pushing the hair out of his way as he gently caressed you. "I don't take orders, I give orders."

You gulp. You could already feel your body starting to betray your mind which was screaming that you should try to make another run for it. "I thought you were gonna leave." You whisper.

He gives you a look. "You know what I gotta do if I leave," his fingers trail up the side of your neck, then across your jawline. "I can't trust that you won't run to the feds." Your eyes instantly fall to the loaded gun attached to his waist, then back up.

You shake your head. "I do some dumb shit sometimes, but that's just...c'mon, I wouldn't do that." You assure as he continues his feathered touch path around your face.

"It's not like I'll be around to keep tabs on you. I mean, damn," he pauses to chuckle, dropping his hand back to your shoulder. "Look at how fast you sold out ya boy. Sorry, baby, but I can't trust you. You did help me out, though."

Your hand reaches to his on your shoulder, another unintentional touch, but this time you don't let go. Your eyes find him and you hold onto his umber brown gaze as crazy thoughts drift in and out of your brain. But what do you have to lose at this point? Your life? That's gone. It was gone the moment you recognized him, the moment his moniker name slipped through your mouth.

He had you.

He might as well have you.

"I could be around." You whisper. He stares you down for a few seconds, allowing the silence to put you in a chokehold as you await his response. Killmonger's other hand reaches up to cup the back of your neck and he leans further into you. You exhale softly, trying to steady the rapid pace of your heart.

"Yeah? You wanna be around me?" He asks sounding so raspy that it makes you the slightest bit wet. His head is leaning down to yours, inches away from your face.

"Yes. I could...I could still help you."

You feel so much smaller than before, standing before him, begging to be spared.

"You just 'gon drop everything...and help me kill your man?" Your eyes widen at the word kill. Killmonger doesn't allow you to stay shocked for long. "That's what you're signing up for." He clarifies. And you knew that, but it didn't feel real until he said the words.

If becoming this maniac's protegee and killing your ex is the only way to stay alive...

"Yes."

He smiles wide, a special kind of gleam in his eyes as he regards you.

"I knew I liked you."

(idk what this is, but i hope someone likes it skjhkjsjksjjks)

@sweettea-and-honeybutter @coldcrevices @muse-of-mbaku @youreadthatright @sicksadgen @killmongerdispussy @wakanda-inspired @hearteyes-for-killmonger @shesfromwakanda @thehomierobbstark @chefjessypooh @princessstevens @panthergoddessbast  (tagged the 1st ppl who came to mind, tell me if you wanna be tagged tho, love yall)

[nctverse]

imagine if jeno had a crush on you…

im crying i meant to post this ages ago but tumblr is a bitch

 hey, its finally here though

anonymous asked:

can i request a jeno scenario/headcanon where he has a crush on you (and you have a crush in him too) and tries to make you understand but you've never been in a relationship so you're oblivious to his attempts and you just think he's just behaving weirdly ? Thankkks💞 - hp anon (who is still crying over the fact that you've never read/watched harry potter)

genre: fluff

words: 1.5k+  i usually dont write long things but do you guys want my fics to be longer or shorter??

masterlist

i honestly don’t think he’d really be shy of his feelings per say

who am i kidding

hes a shy goofy and awkward mess

but its the endearing, comical awkwardness that always seems to lighten the mood and make you smile

he wants to tell you but

1: he doesn’t know if you like him back

2: he doesn’t know how to tell you

so he just kinda hopes you’ll figure it out and catch on

but alas

the two most oblivious people on the planet just have to have feeling for each other

so of course hes trying so hard to get you to notice but some?? how?? you?? aren’t??

okay so onto the actual story part

jeno was thinking all day on how he could possibly find a way to convince you to hangout with him for the 5th time that week without seeming mega creepy

even though it would be hard for him to seem creepy to you since he’s your best friend

plus you liked him 

then it hit him

he immediately sent you a cute short text

“hey can i pick you up in like an hour and a half i wanna go to the mall but i don’t wanna be alone”

he typed out the next message but hesitated before finally he was hit with a sudden wave of confidence, biting his tongue and pressing send 

“… and i miss you”

he tossed his phone after sending the message and covered his cute blushy face.   

he couldn’t believe that he suddenly had the courage to send that message, but he didn’t regret it at all

when you read the message your heart LEAPED

but of course you being you, you brushed off the message saying that hes just trying to be a good friend for you because that’s what friends do right?

you responded excitedly, not further questioning the meaning behind his confession as you felt you had come to a sensible conclusion on your own, typing out “of course, dummy. ill be ready!! i miss you too :(”

once jeno read your response, his smile faded slightly

he was slightly upset you didn’t read his attempts, but he couldn’t be too frustrated since he wasn’t being direct either.

he shrugged off the negative feeling, and decided to focus on the fact that he gets to see you again

he figured there will be another chance for him to drop another hint while you guys were out anyway

the mall trip was definitely an adventure

you both started out walking around with drinks, have cute casual conversations filled with laughter and teasing

him, being the gentleman he is, offered to help you find clothes to buy as you always loved having a second opinion

he walked into the store with you, helping to search the racks.

not long after he pulls out a silky button down shirt in your size

you chuckled “you and your button ups” teasing him since he basically drowns himself in a plethora of button up shirts

 nonetheless, the shirt was stunning

he handed you the shirt and you added it to the small pile of clothes you have collected to try on before heading that way, motioning for jeno to follow you

he sat in a chair outside the dressing room

he had to wait outside the dressing room for obvious reasons but he insisted that you come out and show him what the outfit look like

You go in and change into the first of 2 outfits

you come out, a little embarrassed under his stare as he critiques the outfit, but he thought you were so captivating.

he had nothing negative to say

he thought you couldn’t possibly look any better than you did standing in front of him in that outfit

until you tried on the one he chose

when you stepped out in that silky button down shirt he chose, his jaw dropped.

literally

flustered at his reaction, you quickly ran up to him placing a hand on his chin, pushing upwards, effectively shutting his mouth

your other hand naturally cupped his cheek

“close your mouth you dork!” you whispered quite loudly, your face mere inches away from him

his hand instinctively came up and rested on top of the hand that rested against his cheek

his gaze fixated on your beautiful eyes, level with his since you had to lean over a bit to accommodate for the height difference as he was sitting and you were standing

his stare was intense, drenched in enamor

there was no way for you to hide the intense blush that crept upon your cheeks

finally, against your deep desire, you pulled away, standing back up straight, his hand falling back down to his side

“okay i’m gonna change back then we can check out” you managed to speak with only minimal stammering before retreating back into the dressing room.

you shut the door before turning around and resting your back against it, hand coming up to comfort the fast beat of your heart against your chest.

this was like heaven and hell for you

you were so confused by his actions because in your book it was impossible for him to have feelings for you

but at the same time you of course liked him 

you just hated how it felt as if he was playing with you, even though you knew he would never do that

jeno sat on the chair, now alone, mentally beating himself up for not confessing right then and there

at least he knew for sure that he was gonna do it before you went home.

after finally collecting yourself you changed out of the outfit, putting back on your own clothes

you knew for sure that you were buying those two outfits not even just because jeno loved them on you, but because you loved them on you too

you draped the two outfit over your arm,opening the door to exit the dressing room, mentally preparing yourself to face jeno again

as you exited, jeno approached you with his usual smile, offering to carry the clothes for you as if you two weren’t milliseconds away from kissing a couple minutes earlier

you took him up on his offer, handing him the clothes before walking with him to the check out line

the line was empty so you both walked straight up to the cashier, jeno handed them the clothes before proceeding to step in front of the card reader

 you took out your wallet nudging him with your hip with a cute “excuse me” thinking he was unintentionally in the way until he also takes his wallet.

“jeno you don’t have to-” you started, catching his drift before he cuts you off “well i mean i kinda dragged you here, plus,” he looks at you as the cashier scans the last item, “i want to.”

jeno’s eyes whip back to the card reader as the cashier announced the total, sliding his card in with absolutely zero hesitation

you huffed, putting your wallet back in your bag and briefly wrapping your arms around his waist, thanking him before taking the bag of clothes from the cashiers extended arm

after walking around the mall a bit more you guys finally decided to get going as it was getting late

the walk home was a short one but you guys wanted to take a slightly longer route in order to milk the time you both had together

you began to get slightly fed up with jeno acting as if nothing happened so you finally decided to confront him about it

“ hey, what happened back at the store? are you just gonna pretend like nothing happened?” your voice slightly weak as you were totally clueless as to how he would respond

“actually no i wasn’t, i was hoping you would catch on but obviously your didn’t,” jeno teases before becoming more serious “I like you. i dont know how you haven’t noticed, but i really like you. sometimes it feels like im going to burst-” jeno began to ramble slightly, contrary to his usual persona

you cut off his words by reaching out for his hand, intertwining your fingers, for the first time as more than just friends

he looked at you, his naturally beautiful smile lighting the sky better than any star, receiving and cherishing every feeling you attempted so send through your warm touch

he stepped towards you, so you were finally facing each other rather than beside each other, bringing his face close to yours

he paused for a moment, breath ghosting over your face like a feather, wanting to make sure you were entirely comfortable before he proceeded

his answer was clear as you looked back into his eyes with the same, unimaginable level of enamor that dripped from his gaze

he leaned in slowly, wanting to savor the innocent intimacy, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek as your unoccupied hand rested against his chest

the moment you felt his lips against yours was when you felt your whole world change for the better

as if time stopped and every single planet and star in existence aligned just for you

your stress seemingly fading away as you fell harder than you ever thought you possibly could

you already knew he was gonna be the death of you, in the best way possible.

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Man the manga makes it look so fun to be a Nobody!

I really marvel at how they captured the uncanny nature of the enemy Nobodies?? Cos seriously the whole point of them is that they look humanoid but move in really inhuman ways. And each individual enemy type has its own unique mannerisms for this, but in general its like..slugs? I'm pretty sure its slugs?? They stretch and squish and wiggle around and its like pretty much EXACTLY how medicinal leeches move, but thats a very underrated animal so its probably more likely it was slugs or worms. Like 'hey lets exaggerate slugs' but BELIEVE IT OR NOT THAT FATEFUL WIGGLIER SLUG DOES TRULY EXIST. And i love their cutie patoot lil faces. And the world needs to appreciate them more!

...ok im getting offtopic but you get the gist of what i mean. The basic Dusk enemies are vaguely humanoid things with their arms and legs tapering off into sticklike points, and they either wiggle them around like leech heads or hold their arms behind them naruto run style and use their entire body as a leech! Like its more likely that they pick up stuff by wrapping around it like a snake, rather than just using hands?? And also they can fly and stick to ceilings and just generally have loads of fun?? And look really pretty?? And some of the other more complex nobodies look even cooler doing their weird wiggle flying. Like the Assassin type have these weird big metal petal shapes on their arms that flutter like feathers and make them look like winged snakes crossed with.. Kites...? Kites made of kimonos? Being worn by a man with no face..?

SERIOUSLY WHO DESIGNED THESE FUNKY THINGS THEYRE SO UNIQUELY GENIUS

And aaa the Days manga has a REALLY good panel showing a big swarm of them in flight and it just looks SO MAGICAL AND SPOOKY! this is the exact kind of Aesthetically Nutso Ghost Monster Person i wish i could be! The manga is so cool at iimplying the same sense of inhuman motion by drawing them like motion tweens? Like theyre warped into wildly different body shapes in every panel and its just SO CREEPY and SO BADASS and SOMETIMES KINDA MAJESTIC AND ENDEARING EVEN! And this big flight scene has EVERY SINGLE INDIVIDUAL ONE drawn with its own different pose and mannerisms and like man every one of these weird squiggle flights looks like a world of fun to do!! God i love when superpowers actually look FUN, yo! It fuckin sucks that theyre just low level enemies and not ever playable. The only Nobodies that are playable or even get a big amount of screentime in cutscenes are the ones that ACTUALLY look humanoid and also move humanoid and BOOOO have zero traits of the monster theyre supposed to be. Like man just give me a whole game playing a lil bebby Nobody flying around! They remind me of the wanderers in Journey, they'd be so well suited to a chilled out exploration game like that.

And AAAAAA i get so sad thinking about how they're like bebbys!!! Noooo! Why do we not have more sympathy for them?? Like the particular way they write their 'bumbling weak enemy' scenes just comes off more like..well..sad thoughts about what happens when you lose your heart. Cos i mean the series really doesnt dwell much on the implications of the fact every single one of them used to be human! And whenever they're not being given orders by the higher ups in the organization, theyre just shown wiggling around flying in circles for fun, like a shoal of fish. They're so inhuman now, aside from vague resembelance in their appearances. They'd be seen as the cute wpodland critters in a disney princess musical number if they werent designated as monsters! Like they're not just 'dumb', they friggin dont remember how to talk anymore. And in their most memorable scene they dont understand the order "find this person" and can be easily tricked by photos of him. "Yes boss here is roxas he's a little more flatter than usual but here he is!" And they just keep gathering hundreds of the same person and never once cotton on to anything being wrong. Its so cute and also scary?? Cos seriously they are such eldritch monstrosities of fragmented soul that they move on to STEALING THE WORD PHOTOGRAPH. Just plucking it right out of the language! Failing so hard that you warp the laws of reality! I feel sorry for the poor lil guys, you definately cant say they didnt try as hard as possible!

AND SERIOUSLY THATS ALSO A COMMON TRAIT IN THE MANGA

I'm just so happy that they gave a bit more sympathy to the low level enemies because seriously WHO GIVES SUCH A GOOD DESIGN TO A LOW LEVEL ENEMY AND THEN BARELY EVER USES THEM FOR ANY SCENES

They actually give some sorts of pseudo dialogue to them?? Like during the kh2 prologue they show roxas being able to psychically perceive their thoughts while theyre trying to kidnap him. And its just so sympathetic and sad in retrospect?? They did a great job amplifying everything about this sequence because they made the Nobodies look so much scarier, made Roxas's life with his friends look even more heartwarming, and made it all super tense so you overlook all these little hints and just cheer for roxas in defeating these guys. But they left so many things that actually foreshadow that Roxas is a Nobody too, so reading this a second time is so sadddddd. I almost wish this was the first time i experienced the story, i think it does basically everything better than the original game version. Like seriously THAT ONE LINE OF WHAT THE WEAK ENEMIES ARE THINKING! "We've found you, my leige". THEY WERE JUST TRYING TO SAVE THEIR BOSS AND DIDNT KNOW WHY HE DIDNT RECOGNISE THEM. AND THEN HE ATTACKS THEM AND THEY DONT KNOW WHY!! aaa theyre just BABIES god theyre just ghost demon thingies that are like the larval stage compared to the main character versions. They dont remember who they were as humans, they just know they love their boss!! and he's apparantly been kidnapped by scary humans!! THEY WERE TRYING SO HARD TO SAVE HIM!! they got so damn close to taking over the town and they were swarming everywhere searching for him and Axel was trying so hard too and Diz just kept interrupting him before he cpuld explain or lying to roxas to manipulate them against each other! And axel even brought cake and icecream with him!! He was just trying to rescue his lil bro!!! Auuuugh seriously it was such a good twist that the Scary Monster Dudes were objectively in the right throughout this entire intro, and they just wanted to save Roxas's goddamn life. And he didnt even get to remember his peaceful days as a family with his fellow monster boyos until like five seconds before dying :(

Did anyone else just.. Not want to play kingdom hearts 2 after the prologue?

Like i couldnt stand the mood whiplash of going back to happy go lucky disney worlds with sora and having no more deep sad intriguing plot points for like ten hours of gameplay. And i could never take Organization 13 seriously as villains when the entire damn prologue was them being SUPER FUCKING SYMPATHETIC and the 'good guy' trying to murder a child in order to bring sora back. Like why am i supposed to be happy that he succeeded when i know sora himself would say no if he was told what sacrifice had to happen to bring him back? I would have been way more interested in this sequel having me play as roxas and try and take on the legacy of sora as the next hero and try and find a way to bring sora back without anyone having to die. Like the whole story could be people being all 'blah blah youre worthless youre not human your only purpose is to die for the sacrifice' and we explore all different sorts of 'heroes' doing horrible acts and justifying it to themselves because some people are just 'born evil' and its okay to do whatever you want to them. And Roxas is always struggling with almost believing that shit about himself, but in the end he does succeed to find a happy ending for everyone without a need for 'sacrifices'. And he learns to have self confidence and form his own identity and have more friendship scenes with Axel and co and also redeem all the other Nobodies please and also hug the tiny enemy childrens ones. I just did not feel much for the plot of kh2 at all except for the Nobodies!! Its just not sympathetic to have your 'heroes' arguing that 'oh they dont have hearts theyre not human they dont feel anything so theyre all evil and its all fine'. The game acts like this is true despite giving sympathetic backstories to half of them and the other half all die crying that they want to live!! What the fuck!! Like the only consolation is that they clearly cottoned on to the Org being RIDICULOUSLY POPULAR and later games literally bring all the most fan-loved ones back from the dead and add EVEN MORE sympathetic backstories and also here have a bigger villain who was really responsible and also he lied to them and theyre NOT really empty hearted and incapable of love. THEY ARE CONSTANTLY SHOWN HAVING THAT, EVEN THE WEAK LIL ENEMY DUDES HAVE ALL THAT LOYALTY TO ROXAS AAAAGH THEY DIED IN DROVES TRYING IN VAIN TO SAVE HIMMMMM

And god theyre so cute and so well designed and so sad and im sorry but AGGHHHH

I Forgot I Had So Many Emotions For The Emotionless Bebs :(

...also i really wish i cpuld get this pic of thos one panel to upload cos it looks real cool. I didnt think anything could make me love them more!!! Theyte just innocent weird snake bird worm person mannequin origami things. They just want to flutter around like messed up butterflies! And adorably poke at things they're curious about, and hold brooms awkwardly with their squiggle hands! The manga shows them doing lil chores around the house!! I LOVE THEMMMMMMM

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10-9 The Sirius of Zwei Wing: The Sirius of Zwei Wing

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Reminder  that these are copied straight  from XD Unlimited itself, so any grammatical weirdness, mistranslations,  and/or mischaracterizations are  not my doing.

Kanade Amo: "She said all I needed to do was follow the GPS marker and head straight to the base."

Kanade Amo: "I wish she'd mentioned there was a big-ass valley along the way!"

Kanade Amo: (Guess I jumped down to a bad spot.)

Kanade Amo: "In any case, this detour is costing me time that I don't have."

Kanade Amo: "I finally made it..."

Kanade Amo: "So that's the Leubald North Pole Base the Germans built."

Kanade Amo: (Still... Something's off. I haven't been attacked once since that last group of Noise.)

Kanade Amo: (Maybe they don't realize I'm approaching?)

Kanade Amo: (No, I've already fought them in the air and the ground. They have to know I'm here.)

Kanade Amo: (Is it a trap?)

Kanade Amo: "...Agh, all this worrying isn't going to get me anywhere."

Kanade Amo: "Anyhow, they should know where I am. Sneaking around would just be a waste of time."

Kanade Amo: "I'll storm the front entrance."

Kanade Amo: "There's zero signs of life in this base."

Kanade Amo: "It's so quiet and creepy..."

Kanade Amo: "...Another empty room."

Kanade Amo: "Tsubasa... Where did you go?"

Kanade Amo: "It's a giant hall with a conch shell-like instrument. Could this be the room Tsubasa mentioned?"

Alicia: "Took you long enough, Kanade Amo. I was almost starting to think you'd frozen to death out there."

Kanade Amo: "Alicia Bernstein! Where are you keeping Tsubasa?!"

Alicia: "Can't you see her lying on the ground?"

Kanade Amo: "Tsubasa! What did you do to her?!"

Alicia: "Fret not. She's only unconscious."

Kanade Amo: "You're gonna give Tsubasa back!"

Alicia: "Sure, I don't mind. I have no more use for her, anyhow."

Kanade Amo: "Tsubasa!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "...Urgh..."

Kanade Amo: (I'm so glad she's okay...)

Kanade Amo: "Tsubasa... Sorry I'm late."

Kanade Amo: "Just hold on for me a little longer."

Kanade Amo: "Why did you kidnap Tsubasa? Why did you do this to her?!"

Alicia: "I thought Ryoko Sakurai would've known already. Didn't she tell you why?"

Kanade Amo: "What?!"

Alicia: "I'm sure you know all about this Armonica and the Eternal Lullaby, no?"

Kanade Amo: "Yeah... You mean your insane plot to make all of humanity fall asleep?"

Alicia: "Yes. The German army once plotted the same thing, but they abandoned it, unable to activate the Armonica."

Alicia: "but now, with the power of modern technology, such issues are a thing of the past."

Kanade Amo: "What does Tsubasa have to do with..."

Kanade Amo: "Wait, are you telling me--"

Alicia: "Yes. With the amplified phonic gain from her Symphogear..."

Alicia: "The waves of infinite power which give birth to miracles!"

Alicia: "I have an ideal source that outputs enough energy to completely activate the Armonica."

Kanade Amo: "That's what you were using her for?"

Alicia: "in the initial phases of my plan, I was going to kidnap you."

Alicia: "Tsubasa Kazanari should've been dead. And yet, as luck would have it, there she was, alive."

Alicia: "Besides, a failure such as yourself would have likely only delayed things further."

Kanade Amo: "Ngh..."

Alicia: "But you should feel honored."

Alicia: "Soon enough, you'll have a front row seat to hear the overture to world peace."

Kanade Amo: "You think I'll let you get away with this?!"

Man in Robe A: "Of course I do. We're here to help settle you in."

Kanade Amo: "Huh?!"

Bergelmir: "Graaaaaah!"

Kanade Amo: "Guh! Bergelmir, eh?!"

Kanade Amo: "Well bring it on!"

Kanade Amo: "Brisingamen! Lend me your strength!"

Kanade Amo: "Raaagh!"

Bergelmir: "Gaaah?!"

Kanade Amo: "Eat thiiiiiis!"

Bergelmir: "Graaah?!"

Kanade Amo: "No way! It's even more powerful than before!"

Kanade Amo: "And Brisingamen's flames aren't even making it flinch! Why?!"

Man in Robe A: "Is it not obvious? Bergelmir, a frost giant, is in its natural habitat."

Man in Roba A: "However powerful Brisingamen may be, it can't utilize its full power here."

Ryoko Sakurai: "I wouldn't expect any less from an inhabitant of Jotunheim, a kingdom of giants blanketed in ice."

Kanade Amo: "It can't be that simple..."

Ryoko Sakurai: "Relics and philosophical armaments may appear complex, but they always remain loyal to their core concepts."

Kanade Amo: "I see... So that's how it is?"

Alicia: "Now do you understand? You have no way of stopping our plan."

Man in Robe B: "Lady Alicia. The link with the satellite network has been established."

Alicia: "...Hehe."

Alicia: "Now all of our preparations are complete."

Alicia: "You will stand there and watch, Kanade Amo!"

Alicia: "Watch as all of humanity's foolishness and ugliness ends here!"

Kanade Amo: "I won't let you!"

Bergelmir: "Graaaaaagh!"

Kanade Amo: "Guh... Get out of my waaay!"

Ryoko Sakurai: "...It's finally begun."

Ryoko Sakurai: "I knew it. They plan to transmit the Armonica soundwaves worldwide through a satellite network."

Ryoko Sakurai: "The neutralizers won't be enough."

Ryoko Sakurai: "The fate of the world rests with those girls."

Ryoko Sakurai: "You have to stop her before it's too late..."

Bystander A: "...Huh? What's that sound?"

Bystander B: "That's weird... I feel so sleepy all of a sudden."

Bystander A: "...Where's it coming from? I'm feeling kinda..."

Bystander B: "Everyone in town is... What's going... on here?"

Bergelmir: "Graaah!"

Kanade Amo: (Guh... I'm not gonna make it!)

Kanade Amo: "Gack!"

Kanade Amo: (I-It's so powerful...)

Man in Robe B: "Lady Alicia, the transmission of the lullaby is proceeding as planned. It has already covered 70% of the world."

Alicia: "Soon... Soon our ambition shall be realized."

Alicia: "Fall into eternal slumber, foolish humans!"

Alicia: "You shall all slowly perish in a dream you shall never wake from! Your souls shall rot with your bodies!"

Bergelmir: "Gaaah!"

Kanade Amo: "Aaaaah!"

Bergelmir: "Grrr..."

Kanade Amo: "Ugh! D-Dammit..."

Kanade Amo: (I wasn't powerful enough...)

Kanade Amo: (I'm sorry, Tsubasa... Ryoko-san... Everyone...)

Bergelmir: "Graaah!"

Hibiki Tachibana: "You're not laying a finger on her!"

Bergelmir: "Graaagh?!"

Kanade Amo: "Huh?!"

Hibiki Tachibana: "Kanade-san! Are you all right?"

Maria: "Good grief. This is what you get for being so reckless."

Genjuro Kazanari: "Looks like we made it just in the nick of time."

Kanade Amo: "Y-You too, old man? What are you all doing here?!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Ryoko-kun prioritized waking us three up first."

Genjuro Kazanari: "We borrowed a hypersonic spy plane from the US Army to get here as quickly as we could."

Genjuro Kazanari: "We'll tell you the details later. We've got bigger issues on our hands now."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Is that the Armonica? It's making such a weird sound..."

Maria: "Oh no, don't tell me it's already been activated?!"

Kanade Amo: "......"

Kanade Amo: "I'm sorry. I couldn't stop it..."

Genjuro Kazanari: "Is the Eternal Lullaby complete?!"

Hibiki Tachibana: "None of us have fallen asleep, though..."

Man in Robe: "That's due to the mental barrier we placed on this base to protect against the Armonica."

Man in Robe: "You shall bear witness to the peace we will bring to the world."

Man in Robe: "Consider yourselves lucky that you get to witness Lady Alicia's miraculous performance firsthand."

Man in Robe: "Now sit back and enjoy the timbre of the complete Eternal Lullaby."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Oh, no..."

Maria: "is there no way to reserve the lullaby's effect?!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Ngh..."

Hibiki Tachibana: "I know! How about that neutralizer device that Ryoko-san gave Master? That can wake everyone up."

Genjuro Kazanari: "But now that the Eternal Lullaby is complete, Ryoko-kun's device won't have any effect."

Kanade Amo: "......"

Maria: "We lost..."

Alicia: "Hehe. All of humanity has now fallen into eternal slumber."

Alicia: "The world is now rid of war."

Alicia: "The peaceful world that we all desired has finally been achieved."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Not yet, it hasn't!"

Kanade Amo: "Tsubasa! You're awake?!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Kanade, everyone... Thank you all for making it here."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Tsubasa-san!"

Maria: "Tsubasa..."

Alicia: "It's over. The world is now at peace, and no one will ever to have to suffer from war again." [1]

Tsubasa Kazanari: "No, there's still one person who's suffering, and who must be saved!"

Alicia: "...Excuse me?"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "It's you, Alicia!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "I will fight for you and the Sirius Symphonic Orchestra!"

Alicia: "What are you talking about? You mean... You would fight for my orchestra?"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Kanade, everyone, please help me!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "We're going to fight to save Alicia and the Sirius Symphonic Orchestra!"

Kanade Amo: "Tsubasa..."

Kanade Amo: "All right! Let's do this, Tsubasa!"

Hibiki Tachibana: "Yeah! If she's someone Tsubasa-san wants to save, then I want to save her too!"

Maria: "Wanting to save the enemy against all odds, is it? You two are more alike than I thought!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Thank you everyone."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Alicia! I'm afraid there's still one more battle left..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "The battle to save you!"

Alicia: "How are you carrying on with this nonsense?!"

Alicia: "All of humanity has fallen into eternal slumber, yet you persist!"

Alicia: "Why won't you give up?! Why won't you fall into despair?!"

Alicia: "Bergelmir! Enough holding back! Kill them all!"

Alicia: "With all of you dead, I will obtain consummate peace!"

Hibiki Tachibana: "Aaagh?!"

Maria: "Guh?!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Hibiki-kun! Maria-kun!"

Kanade Amo: "Tsubasa! You all right?!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "...I am. Thanks for covering me."

Kanade Amo: "I see it now..."

Kanade Amo: "She's just like how I was when my family was killed by the Noise..."

Kanade Amo: "Except her family was killed by people... No, by war."

Kanade Amo: "I understand how she feels. I'd want to take revenge on whatever took away my loved ones."

Kanade Amo: "...We're both alike."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Kanade..."

Kanade Amo: "But thanks to you, Tsubasa, I didn't lose my way."

Kanade Amo: "That's why I want to save her too!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "We can. I'm sure of it."

Kanade Amo: "Yeah! Let's do this, Tsubasa!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Okay!"

Kanade & Tsubasa: "Yaaah!"

Bergelmir: "Graaagh!"

Alicia: "Why..."

Alicia: "Why won't you fall? Why won't you yield? Why won't you give up?"

Kanade Amo: "We'll never give up!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Not on the potential of humanity, nor on our desire for peace!"

Alicia: "...Are you saying that I gave up?!"

Kanade Amo: "That's exactly what we're saying... You gave up on everything."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "When your friends were taken away from you, your noble ideals quickly turned into despair."

Kanade Amo: "I'm sure that with humanity gone, war would vanish along with it..."

Kanade Amo: "But all that'll remain is a void."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Your friends and the hope you desired for everyone, even the smiles, they'll all be gone."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "The light of Sirius in the night sky will no longer shine on anyone. It'd be meaningless, surely?"

Alicia: "Shut up, shut up, shut up! What would you know?!"

Alicia: "Don't you dare say the name of Sirius, of my orchestra!"

Alicia: "You don't understand anything. The power of song is utterly meaningless."

Alicia: "The only way to bring peace to the world is to erase humanity!"

Kanade Amo: "That isn't the only way!"

Kanade Amo: "As long as you continue to believe and sing, you'll reach them!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "You can make the hearts of the world come together as one!"

Kanade Amo: "Tsubasa, let's go!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Yeah! Let's fly!"

Alicia: "Hmph! What point is there to your songs now?!"

Alicia: "Songs! Love! Hope! Humanity is not worthy of any of it!"

Alicia: "Now, Bergelmir! Freeze them in an icy hell!"

Bergelmir: "Graaah!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Gwaaah!"

Kanade Amo: "Tsubasa?! Gack!"

Alicia: "I told you. Brisingamen, Ignite, it's meaningless. This is over."

Kanade Amo: "Tsubasa... Are you okay?"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "I'm fine... I can still fight."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "The power of song... of people's hearts! They will never give in to the darkness of despair!"

Kanade Amo: "Yeah... Don't stop singing, Tsubasa! As long as there's song, there'll be hope in the hearts of humanity."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Yes, Kanade! With you by my side, I can stay standing, and can keep flying!"

Alicia: "Enough! This incessant chirping of yours is beginning to test my patience!"

Hibiki Tachibana: "Wait... This song..."

Maria: "Is it... Tsubasa and Kanade?"

Genjuro Kazanari: "So they finally did it?"

Hibiki Tachibana: "Looks like it, Master. And not only that... I feel this power surging through me, too."

Maria: "You're right. What's going on?"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Is their song increasing the phonic gain?"

Alicia: "No! What is this?!"

Alicia: "Is their phonic gain flowing throughout the world?!"

Alicia: "Impossible! All of humanity should have fallen into eternal slumber..."

Genjuro Kazanari: "I see. Their song is being broadcast throughout the world by the satellite network, just like the Armonica."

Maria: "Even with everyone asleep, their song broke through! The world heard their song!"

Hibiki Tachibana: "We can do this now!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Yes. If their song has reached people's hearts..."

Genjuro Kazanari: "Then the Eternal Lullaby is still incomplete!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Ryoko-kun's device should be able to negate the lullaby and wake people up!"

Alicia: "No! That can't be right! My performance was perfect!"

Alicia: "Grr! Stop your singing!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "If I connect the device to the control unit and broadcast their song to the world, we can wake everyone up!"

Alicia: "Cut off the satellite link immediately! Don't let that song reach the outside!"

Man in Robe A: "I won't allow you to interfere with our plan!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Hmph!"

Hibiki Tachibana: "Master, please go!"

Maria: "We'll hold them off right here!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Much appreciated!"

Man in Robe A: "Damned wielders!"

Man in Robe B: "Bergelmir! Destroy them all!"

Bergemir: "Graaah!"

Bergelmir: "Graaah!"

Kanade Amo: "Dammit, it's still not flinching..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "We're lacking the power to finish it off..."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Everyone hold hands!"

Hibiki Tachibana: "The whole wide world is responding to Kanade-san and Tsubasa-san's song and giving us power."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Maria-san! The phonic gain!"

Maria: "Right!"

Maria: "I'll have this tuned phonic gain reconstructed in no time!"

Hibiki Tachibana: "Thank you!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Now, Kanade... Give me your hand."

Kanade Amo: "...Okay!"

Hibiki Tachibana & Maria: "Rrraaaahhhh!"

Kanade & Tsubasa: "Yaaaaaah!"

Hibiki Tachibana: "Our hearts resonated together to create this song!"

Hibiki Tachibana: "Together, we can harness unlimited power!"

Bergelmir: "Graaaaaah!"

Alicia: "Bergelmir is being overpowered?"

Alicia: "Impossible... What is this abnormal phonic gain?!"

Alicia: "Is this the miracle of a Symphogear?!"

Alicia: "No... I don't acknowledge such crackpot ideas as miracles!"

Alicia: "How can such a thing exist int he same world that forsook my orchestra?!"

Alicia: "I unbind you from the chains of the Armonica! Bergelmir, unleash your strength!"

Kanade Amo: "Stop this! You can still turn back."

Alicia: "Turn back?! I'm too far gone for that!"

Alicia: "My body, my life... I dedicated everything to succeed the wishes of my orchestra!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "That's a lie! Your orchestra never wished for anything like that!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "They must have wanted you to live a happier life than this!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Because... as long as you live, the spirit of your orchestra lives on in your heart!"

Alicia: "You understand nothing!"

Alicia: "You know not what it's like to have everything taken away from you, nor have your dreams cut short!"

Kanade Amo: "I do understand! I've also lost someone close to me!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "She's right... And even so, we have to move on, and continue living."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "The Sirius you believed in should've shown you the way forward!"

Alicia: "Shut up... Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

Hibiki Tachibana: "What the... What's that light?"

Kanade Amo: "Bergelmir's changing shape!"

Maria: "Oh no... Is she sacrificing her life force and pouring it into Bergelmir?"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Just stop already! What will this amount to?!"

Alicia: "No sacrifice is too great to construct a world without war!"

Bergelmir: "Graaaaaah!"

Hibiki Tachibana: "Oh, no! X-Drive is--"

Maria: "Its power is being reflected back!"

Alicia: "Bahahaha!"

Alicia: "Now Bergelmir is in its final form! Your diminutive little powers are nothing in the face of this!"

Alicia: "Show me your power, Bergelmir! The same power which encased the world in ice during the last apocalypse!"

Alicia: "Now you'll see, Symphogear wielders, that the power of song can change nothing!"

Alicia: "Blissful sleep is the only salvation for humanity which forever wanders in the shadows of ignorance!"

Kanade Amo: "That's not true! Songs can change the world!"

Kanade Amo: "Songs have infinite power! They can be a shining light that guides humanity!"

Alicia: "Hmph! Nothing but words!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "They aren't just words, and we'll prove it too you!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Alicia, you told me that if songs like that do exist, you'd love to hear one, didn't you?"

Alicia: "And?"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Well you're going to hear one right now!"

Kanade Amo: "Let's do this, Tsubasa!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Okay, Kanade!"

Kanade Amo: "This is our song..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "A song from unyielding wings. Wings that fly time and again, no matter how crushing the despair..."

Kanade & Tsubasa: "And right here, right now--"

Kanade & Tsubasa: "It shall be heard! From the ends of the earth, to the depths of the heart of all humanity!"

Alicia: "No... What is this phonic gain?!"

Bergelmir: "Graaaaaagh!"

Alicia: "No, Bergelmir. No!"

Maria: "My word! Their song--"

Hibiki Tachibana: "It's so warm... I can feel the power surging through me!"

Genjuro Kazanari: "Wait! Is the world reacting even more to their song?!"

Maria: "It's like a mega concert for all seven billion people of the world..."

Hibiki Tachibana: "This is what their lone wings can achieve when brought together!"

Bergelmir: "Graaah!"

Maria: "Bergelmir is vanishing..."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Is it over?"

Maria: "Looks like it, yes."

Alicia: "I... I lost? But how..."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Her body..."

Maria: "It's the price she must pay for sacrificing her life force."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Alicia Bernstein..."

Alicia: "Tsubasa Kazanari... Kanade Amo..."

Alicia: "Hmph... You win. Go ahead and laugh..."

Kanade Amo: "We're not here to laugh."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Hey, Alicia."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "The Sirius Symphonic Orchestra's goal was to save the victims of war and make them smile. Is that right?"

Alicia: "That's right... And the world rejected us for it."

Alicia: "That's why... This was the only path I could take."

Kanade Amo: "But despite all that, you hesitated for a long time, didn't you?"

Kanade Amo: "You weren't really sure whether your orchestra really wanted this."

Alicia: "......"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "And it was that subconscious hesitation that caused you to never complete the Eternal Lullaby."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "If it wasn't for that, humanity would've fallen into a slumber that no song could ever break."

Alicia: "Yes... I was aware of this all along."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Then why couldn't you stop?"

Alicia: "I... loved the music of my orchestra."

Alicia: "The music we performed is what made me feel the happiest..."

Alicia: "But... I can't remember any of it."

Alicia: "I don't remember what their performances were like, even though I supposedly loved them so much!"

Alicia: "I knew from the very start that what I was doing was wrong."

Alicia: "But I still couldn't bring myself to forgive..."

Alicia: "I didn't have the strength to overcome the hatred or suffering."

Alicia: "Shining through the darkness was something I couldn't do alone."

Alicia: "And thanks to that weakness of mine..."

Alicia: "I destroyed everything the Sirius Symphonic Orchestra entrusted to me, and everything they stood for."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "No you didn't."

Kanade Amo: "Yeah... There wishes of your friends still remain. We'll carry those on." [2]

Alicia: "What?"

Kanade Amo: "It may be a little tough to create a world without war, though..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "But still, we can put a smile on the faces of those who suffer."

Alicia: "You mean that through song that can change the world?"

Alicia: "I laughed with scorn at you back then..."

Alicia: "...But perhaps you girls really can do it."

Alicia: "Yes... I can hear them..."

Alicia: "Now I can remember."

Alicia: "Our orchestra... Our performances..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Alicia..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "I said that I would save Alicia, but in the end..."

Kanade Amo: "She smiled. That's what she would've wanted, right?"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Kanade... You're right."

Hibiki Tachibana: "Alicia-san..."

Hibiki Tachibana: "If we hadn't met like this, maybe we could've become friends..."

Kanade Amo: "Yeah... I think she would've made a good friend."

Kanade Amo: (If I had never met Tsubasa... I would have never met them, either." [3]

Maria: "...Is something the matter?"

Kanade Amo: "No, it's nothing."

Kanade Amo: "Right, we should go home now, right? We've got a lot of people waiting for us."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Yeah, let's go home."

Ryoko Sakurai: "The neutralizer waves that went through the satellite awoke humanity from its deep sleep."

Ryoko Sakurai: "After waking up, they all said the same thing."

Ryoko Sakurai: "That they heard a song in their dreams."

Notes:

[1] There's an extra "to" in this line. "no one will ever have to suffer from war"

[2] "There" should be "The," "The wishes of your friends still remain."

[3] They started the line with a parenthesis and ended with a quotation mark.