#its a horrible situation for everyone involved /s

[lullabyes22-blog]

First of all, I just wanted to say how much I love your Arcane fics. I’ve been following FnF since I stumbled across it at 10 chapters long, and it’s been a wild ride since! Like a lot of people I’ve been all over the place with my feelings regarding season 2, but as far as I’m concerned FnF is my season 2 (and 3, 4, etc.) lol. You’re a gift to this fandom. Thank you for sharing your brilliant mind and imagination with us readers ❤️

You’ve answered some what-if asks and shared other Arcane thoughts on this blog before, so I have two questions for your consideration, but no pressure to answer either of them!

1. As a fellow writer, I’m in awe of the scale of FnF and the amount of planning/outlining that must be involved—HOLY SHIT! Are there any elements of s2 that have inspired you as you continue to write FnF? Have you considered adapting any s2 elements into later chapters (beyond what you’ve already predicted), or have you held fast to a specific Vision throughout the duration of this writing project?

2. Not sure if you’ve been asked this in the past, but what the hell would a living Silco’s reaction be to Vander’s hellish resuscitation as Warwick, assuming he isn’t immediately mauled in a confrontation?? Is Singed (assuming he’s the culprit) definitely fired??? This feels like such a MESSY terrible horrible no-good very bad situation for everyone involved lmao, and I would love to know your thoughts.

Aaaaah thank you so much! I'm super happy you're enjoying the story! I've been having a lot of fun with it, and I'm glad so many other folks are having fun with it as well <333

Also deeply honored you'd consider FnF in any way adjacent to canon material; that means so much T_T Especially since my own feelings on s2 are pretty mixed, and I'm not really sure what I would even do with those ideas, except maybe throw them out as a one-shot sometime down the road.

1. In terms of the s2 inspiration, I will say I was not the biggest fan of the plot's coherence/cohesion as a whole (too much stuff going on in too little time, too many threads left dangling etc). However, I was very gratified by the thematic journeys of the characters in S2, as in FnF they're actually following a similar trajectory (except for Silco who is, well, dead), and a lot of the same conflicts and themes are coming up. There was a happy sense of vindication that came from that, like, "Oh, so this was actually important, and not just me making a fanficcy mountain out of a molehill."

I will say though, that FnF has its own pretty airtight-ish plot, with many aspects already sketched out in advance, so I'm not going to go re-plotting things to match s2's direction unless and until it becomes necessary. In some ways, tbh, there's a sense of gleeful overlap, as a lot of the plot beats do mirror one another. (The Black Rose make an appearance by Act VII, there's a greater emphasis on magic and high fantasy going forward, Jinx is in the grip of an identity/existential crisis and Vi is stuck at a crossroads, Jayce has become disillusioned and split with Mel, Viktor has retreated underground and will be withdrawing deeper into his work, Ekko will be the one to snap Jinx out of a critical juncture and save Zaun in the long term, Sevika will take a greater leadership role etc...) All of the parallels if not the outright similarities were pretty satisfying.

As for how that's manifesting, a lot of the major developments and character arcs going forward are largely set in stone, but I do have a few key S2 events/details I've been mulling over in the background that I can see myself weaving into the plot at some point. But the rest is probably best kept as a surprise :>

2. As for the hellish resuscitation, well, I'd be lying if I said I haven't been thinking about that one a lot hehehe...

But long story short:

Singed is 100% fired because there is NO WAY Silco would sanction such a thing - and if it occured in the FnF universe, then Singed was absolutely doing it behind Silco's back and will now face the full consequences.

 As for Warwick himself - he'd 100% retreat to Silco and Vander's little Brokeback bunk in the mines. And Silco would 100% don his old mining duds and dustry greatcoat and go looking for him, because he needs to be SURE it's not just a rumor, and also because he does, subconsciously, desperately want it to be his Vander. And Vander, who has a good measure of the old Vander's memories, and is 100% aware it's not a rumor, because hello: deranged wolfman, will 100% run towards Silco with every intention of tearing him to pieces.

And that is where the similarities end.

Because Vander is too deeply trapped within Warwick's killer shell, and is therefore incapable of having an emotional reunion with anyone, and because Silco is not an idiot and would never go into a skirmish without a loaded gun and an escape route, the end result would be bloody, messy and tragic.

Worst case scenario: both men would kill each other, and in their final death throes, find boyhood memories resurfacing. They'd die in tears, messily and bloodily entwined, but finally at peace with their own demons - which is how Jinx and Vi, teaming up similar to S2, would find them.

Best case scenario: Silco would find Warwick and be forced to try and capture and contain him. He'd enlist Sevika's help and succeed, but when Jinx finds out, she'd be appalled and retraumatized, and convinced Silco is trying to erase her dead dad and supplant him in every sense. She'd go off the rails and have a complete breakdown, and Vi would be the one she'd run to, because Vi is the only person who understands and cares. The sisters would end up teaming against Silco to try and bust WarVander out, and this would cause an irreparable rift between Silco and Jinx.

Cue mass destruction and an epic family feud.

Sevika, who'd be the only person left in Silco's circle of trust, would have to make the call to have Warwick quietly killed in order to save the city from a war, and then lie to Silco, telling him Vander succumbed to his own madness and perished. This would cause Silco's mental state to completely disintegrate. He'd lose what little sanity he had left, and would descend into a pit of guilt and grief.

 Either way, it's a pretty awful tragedy on both sides, and it would take the entire remaining plot of FnF to resolve the fallout, and for Jinx and Vi to find any kind of peace.

So you can see why I've been mulling a lot, but also left it alone haha.

But who knows?

Maybe the story will change my mind, or I'll be struck by some miraculous idea and figure a way out, though I'm doubtful.

Thanks again for the lovely words and thoughtful questions! They really mean a lot <3

[not-that-n]

I read like all of Sleepless Domain yesterday and it was pretty good, its one of those stories that I know will really resonate with some people even though it didn't with me. Don't take that comment wrong, I think the comic is great and has some pretty amazing ideas, I love the world it presents and I love how the characters inside it act in relation to that.

I like all those things about magical girls being celebrities and how that's a purposeful way of making the concept feel more abstract and surreal to the average public so that girls don't hesitate to participate in such a life threatening job and how the general culture of the place sees magical girls and their organization, but I think the most compelling aspect of the comic was how different circumstances, mainly the presence of a support group, affect two people that went through the same tragedy.

If this sounds interesting to you, please go read it, it is a pretty good story that I know will resonate with some people incredibly deeply. That said, beware spoilers below

Tessa if my favorite part of the comic because of how that character reflects Undine's situation. While Undine still is hurting the loss of her three friends she takes action, while shy she still tries to better herself, to make new friends, to make new relations and get help, it is stated that she goes to therapy something that seems, well, logical considering what she goes through but outside of that she shows progress in trying to move on from this tragedy. She keeps hidden a lot because, well, of course she does, talking about such a traumatic event is incredibly hard specially if you think that opening up might put your friends in danger, but even though she is scared of this, she does open up, to Kokoro and then to her other, new friends. She is afraid but she works to Kokoro, she accepts her proposal to participate in the training club, she is afraid but she makes new friendships.

Its also important to mention Kokoro and just how much I like her as a character, originally I thought she was just too emotionally intelligent and that it made Undine's journey a bit more plain but that's kinda the point. Kokoro's character is about how a single person can change someone's life for the better through kind acts. She does struggle like everyone does, she is insecure and she went too through a great loss. She keeps somethings bottled up because she is afraid of making things about herself, of being annoying to the people she wants to help. But she still opens up to Undine, afraid of course but she does it. She makes the club a friend group and everyone ( except one character ) is better for it. Kokoro made the club a support network for everybody involved and that's incredibly cute and heartwarming, this one person made the world such a better place for most of her friends as a result of being so kind.

Then, as a parallel, you have Tessa's story. Instead of, like Undine, trying to get help and establish new relations and a support group, Tessa isolates herself, not letting herself move from that tragedy. She makes new friends, Rue (I won't talk about Rue much but she is amazing) and the whiteboy she likes (I forgot his name lmao) but never really opens to them, every time someone tries to get closer or make a friendship with her, she runs away and even with Rue, someone she actually used to hang out quite a lot and were friends if not really close, she still keeps at an arms length, never talking about her issues, never opening up. When Rue attempts to get closer, Tessa ends up hurting her, saying some (in universe) horrible things to say and breaking that friendship, she is constantly avoiding Undine, not answering and purposefully calling at a time she knows she won't be at home, and when they meet up again she is distant, not opening up, waiting until she goes away to showcase any feelings of discomfort as showcased by the comic panels only beginning to shatter when Tessa is alone.

And I find this such an interesting juxtaposition of characters because Undine tries to move on, she does feel horrible about it, saying that she feels like things are finally becoming normal when after such a tragedy things should never feel that way, she like Tessa feels like she shouldn't be moving from that moment of loss, that doing such isn't grieving correctly her friends. But unlike Tessa she doesn't let those feelings win mainly because when she doubts, Kokoro is in there to help her, to lift her up, to be the shoulder to cry on. While Tessa just goes to the cemetery every day, never opening up, lying to people about her situation and just further isolating herself.

When Rue, after all that happens, still tries to do the right thing, recognizing both that there's no excuse for Tessa treating her that way but that she is going through something incredibly hard, and asks her if she is ok, asks her, in a way, to open up about her feeling so she could help, Tessa again says no, she says that she is fine and only wanted to be alone in that moment, that she didn't mean what she said. Something that actually might not be completely bullshit, she probably never doubted Rue's magical girl ability and wanted to be alone, to isolate herself even more, and just said that so Rue couldn't get closer, and I find interesting that Tessa, in a way, said the truth to justify the pretty obvious lie that she is ok.

I just really love this, presenting two different, opposite outcomes of how people deal with tragedy makes both stories feel both more heartwarming and more tragic, when you read about Tessa you remember Undine's story and, knowing that Tessa could be going through that, it feels like adding salt to the wound because you know she can be in a better place, and while reading Undine's story you always have Tessa's on the back of your mind, feeling more heartwarming because you know how her friends helped her and what would happened if they didn't.

[cityandking]

hey hey hey im alive and its time for abcs! H S U Y for lira minah and dai xo

teehee ty kite! very glad to see you've survived the maladies <3 // AU ABCs

H. horror. Would your OC survive in a horror situation? What would their role be? How would they deal with being tossed in a horror scenario?

LIRA — she’s the final girl. she’s gonna come out of a situation covered in blood (not her own) and traumatized. she’d have a horrible time and fight so hard and have so little to show for it. she'd wish she had been able to save literally anyone else. #wardencore.

MINAH — minah is also pretty final girl coded (feels kinda wardencore tbh. lone guy standing in the wreckage and the rubble once the monsters are gone) but I could also see her getting taken out midway through a haunt. it’s about how she doesn’t trust the group enough to rely on them to get her out of a situation and she pays for it. she’d be a decent team player up to a point but she'd definitely have to face some of her worse fears and Not come out the other side (I like the idea of one of the surviving party finding her body and her face is just so frightened. prey on those fears!)

DAI — answered!

S. star wars au. What would your OC be like in a Star Wars AU? What era would they be in: sequel, prequel, original trilogy, old republic? Would they be Force sensitive?

LIRA — I want to say she’s too tied to her family and her home to be a jedi but honestly. jedi apprentice who’s the lone survivor of a horrific attack on a remote temple clinging to the code and her duty because she’s got literally nothing else going for her. old republic era, I think; she’s got that same figure-from-history thing going on as vesper, and I'd like to see her deal with a threat that's not the empire. or! mandalorian whose clan was wiped out in a clan war and has sworn revenge. she'd look so fuckin cool in the mando armor. still old republic tho

MINAH & DAI — answered!

U. underworld. How would your OC deal with being part of a criminal underworld? Would they be a thief, a spy, a conman? Something else?

LIRA — she’d be the masked/mysterious leader of a tiny new gang that everyone dismisses but is slowly collecting power and territory and starting to threaten the big players. started in the light and ended up in the gutter, driven to the underbelly by her father’s enemies and determined to make them pay. kinda gotham-coded I think? very grungy rain-and-iron vibes

MINAH — minah’s already a criminal but she’d be so good as a thief for hire. someone who’s on the run from a worse enemy (the law) who falls in with the wrong crowd and keeps digging herself deeper and deeper, knowing she’s going to hit a dead end eventually but also starting to think that maybe she really is quick and stealthy and flexible enough to slip out of the noose when the time comes. she’d enjoy the thrill and the challenge and refuse to think too hard about the cost

DAI — answered!

Y. YA. How would your OC fare in a popular YA franchise, like Hunger Games or Divergent? Would they buy into the system? Fight against it? What would their district/faction/house/etc. be?

LIRA — lira would be a side character, I think—someone who’s well off in the system and is starting to get the itch that something about it isn’t right, but she doesn’t make any moves against it until the system’s flaw upends her own life and she has to throw her lot in with the protagonists. maybe a district one kid in a hunger games au? but not a tribute; she’d get involved in a slightly subtler way

MINAH — hunger games au minah I have So many feelings about you. I’m not entirely sure which district she’d be from (one or two with their close ties to the capital? five with the focus on power production?) but she’s definitely forced unwillingly and unwittingly into the games—thrown to the wolves, as it were—and leans hard into the pageantry and the performance as a way to survive. minah at her most terrified and two-faced and trapped beneath the mask she made, forever.

DAI — voidhopping hunger games au!!!! we love the voidhopping hunger games au. dai is a tribute from district 12 who wins his game (an arena of fire and smoke and blood) has no love for the capital but there's so little he can do on his own—he puts his energy towards making things better for the few people he can touch (his dad, zaref for the brief moments they get together). he's insightful enough to know there’s something bigger going on around him, but he doesn’t know what—and keeping him in the dark results in things going badly.

[skellymom]

"Vagabonds" Chapter 8 "Escape From Ord Mantell" - Part 2

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

Hunter meets a smuggler Nomaadi Star Woman with a powerful force sensitive teen who changes the trajectory of CF-99's lives...as they ALL try to escape from The Empire together.

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Word Count: 1.7K

Background: MORE poop hitting the fan this chapter! The action is intense!!!

Warning: Star Wars swears, Earth swears, fear, physical pain, fainting, blood, blaster weapons firing at people and ships, canon-typical violence.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

Echo and Tech watched the last of the ships on the docking tarmac escape off world.  Everyone and their brother were getting away from Ord Mantell in one hell of a hurry. 

The Marauder started taking heavy hits from blaster fire.  Apparently, whomever was pursuing Hunter and Mad must have gotten intel that the rest of the Batchers were involved and identified their ship...

"Escape From Ord Mantell - Part 2"

Luckily the shield was up.  Tech was getting the Marauder ready to take off and awaiting Wrecker’s return.  Echo was laying down suppressive blaster fire, keeping an eye out for him.   

“WRECKER!  We don’t want to leave without you, but that may SOON be the ONLY option!!!” Tech snapped. 

“Almost there.” Came Wrecker’s voice over the comm. 

More blaster explosions eroding the shield.  Echo scowled and shot back.  “Where IS HE???” 

“Almost there!” Came another reply from the comm. 

“HURRY WRECKER!” Tech’s resolve was starting to wear thin. 

“HERE!” SLAM, SLAM, SLAM!!!  Heavy concussive knocks from the bottom of the ship. 

Echo and Tech looked at each other quizzically. 

“OPEN UP!  Near the sewer line port!!!” 

Tech jumped out of the pilot’s seat and ran to open the Marauders bottom hatch.  He was hit in the face with the horrible miasma of trash and excrement as Wrecker popped up through the opening.  He crawled into the Marauder, turned around, and offered a hand to someone outside the ship.  Tech peered down thought the hatch to see a dirty, bearded man perched at the edge of the docking sewer opening. 

“Come with us!”  Wrecker yelled over the blaster fire. 

“Can’t, vod.  Gotta stay and continue underground intel for the growing Rebellion.  Be safe and live to fight another day!”  He saluted Wrecker and Tech, grabbed the hatch to the sewer, jumped into the hole with a hoot, and slammed the top shut. 

“He’s a CLONE???” Tech blurted out while pinching his nose shut from the offending stench. 

“FOR KRIFF’S SAKE, shut up and close the hatch!  Let’s get out of here!!!” Echo brought them both back to the reality of the situation.  “Wrecker, you smell like ABSOLUTE shit!” 

“I’m ABSOLUTELY covered in it!” 

“Get to the gunner’s seat!  Need more fire power!!!” 

Tech sprinted to the pilot’s seat and engaged the Marauder to take off. 

Wrecker ran to the aft of the ship tearing off armor and blacks in his wake.  He didn’t want to drag all the stinky waste through Omega’s sleeping area.  Everything smelled like sewer, he noticed while peeling off his underwear.  Wrecker was naked as the day he was decanted, and still stunk.  Hunter’s sleep shirt, casually thrown over the rungs of the gunner’s roost ladder days ago, was the only thing he could find to put between his rear end and the gunner’s chair cushion.  Wrecker grimaced, grabbed the shirt, ascended the roost, and planted himself in the chair.  He would have to apologize to Hunter later.   

The Marauder took off from the docking lot tarmac, making a beeline for the open sky.  Several crafts followed in hot pursuit.  Tech gritted his teeth with a sharp ascent out of the planet’s atmosphere.  The ship shook and rattled with the force of its trajectory. 

“Hold her together best you can!  I’m setting up jump coordinates!!!” Echo shouted out calmly with strict concentration to the task at hand. 

Tech increased the velocity just enough to keep ahead of the pursuing ships, but not tear the Marauder totally apart in the process.  It rattled even more violently at the seams as they broke out of the cloud cover and entered the upper atmosphere above Ord Mantell.  Tech ground his teeth, trying to quell the stress hoping the ship kept integrity.  Beside him, Echo was scomp deep interfacing with the Marauder while his other hand flew over the co-pilot keyboard.  His face calm while communicating with the ship’s computer.  An explosion erupted behind them, shaking the ship.  Wrecker howled enthusiastically, having destroyed another enemy craft.  

The upper atmosphere disappeared behind them, and the Marauder shot out into black, star-studded space.  Tech leveled her out to stop the shaking before they could hit hyperspace, knowing if he didn’t, they would all be done for.   

“Time estimation until hyperspace jump?” 

“Five seconds more.” Echo replied.  “Preparing to scramble our jump signature now.  In 4...3...” 

Immediately next to them a huge Venator Class Imperial cruiser slid out of hyperspace.  The Marauder was so close that Echo and Tech could look right into the Venator’s bridge windows and see the crew.  An awkward moment as the Marauder glided past with Echo and Tech staring at the Venators captain and crew.  Both sides dumbfoundedly watched each other slide by.  The mood was broken when the Marauder passed, and its aft gunner's seat window was visible. 

Wrecker took full advantage of this once in a lifetime opportunity to express his feelings for the Empire.  He stood up to give a full-frontal view, both hands up extending middle fingers.  Then he shook his hips and gave them “The Wrecker Wiggle”.  The crew grimaced in horror, then anger. 

2...1...NOW!” 

Tech made the jump.  The crew felt the ship speed up for a fraction of a second and the stars stretched out as they entered the hyperspace lane, then immediately free float as the whole ship settled in. A soothing blue-white glow permeated the Marauder. 

Both Echo and Tech exhaled with relief and settled into their seats.   

Wrecker jumped down from the gunner’s roost and slid to a stop in the cockpit, arms raised in excitement, “YAAAH!  We did it!!!” 

“Oh stars, MY EYES!” Tech recoiled from seeing Wrecker in his birthday suit. 

“Don’t want to know” Echo averted his gaze “Hailing the Beldame.  They need to know an Imperial starship is incoming!” 

“Hopefully they escaped safely without a shield” Tech glanced over at the replacement part.  He was extremely worried as the probability was low. 

The Beldame, not far behind the Marauder, shot past Ord Mantell’s upper atmosphere into space.  And was met with the Imperial Venator. 

“OH SHIT!!!” Mad screamed out.  

Sil sat in shock. 

Tiggy growled and barked angrily. 

Omega yelled out to Hunter.  He kept firing at the Tie fighters behind them, knowing their chances of escape were next to zero. 

“Marauder to the Beldame, you have an Imperial Venator incoming!  Do you copy???” 

In response to Echo, Mad shrieked, “We’re SO FUC...” 

The Venator opened fire on the Beldame.  

The sheer size of its firepower hit the Force shield and physically knocked Love back across the interior of the ship. Omega and Mad screamed Love’s name.  Sil had a full-blown panic attack.  Hunter spun around to see Love spring up roiling with dark rage. He couldn’t see their face but could feel the rage permeating the ship, smell it even. The hair on his arms stood up on end, a migraine exploded inside his head, his teeth ached. 

Mad, Sil, and Omega saw Love’s face. They stood up defiantly, bleeding from the temple, eyes, nose, spitting out blood. Love’s eyes glowed red orange, red birthmark vivid against their olive skin. They shook with rage, unable to contain it.   

“Do this, Love. DO IT!” Mad yelled out. She knew this was the only chance they had, or the Empire was going to blow them out of existence.

The Venator fired again.  Love let loose the fit of rage building within them with an ear-piercing scream, sending everyone covering their ears.  Tiggy bayed painfully in Omega’s lap. Hunter let loose his own scream of pain, as it was too much for him to bear.  Rage flooded past the confines of the ‘Dame, slammed into the Venator’s laser and kept going at top speed.  It pushed the laser back towards the larger ship, destroying the Venator with its own weapon fire.  The ship exploded, blinding the Beldame’s crew and shoving their ship out toward the darkness of space. 

All the pursuing ships were gone.  In an instant...just vaporized. 

The Beldame’s crew sat in shock for a few beats.  Love hovered, bleeding, with a crooked satisfied grin upon their face.  Eyes still glowing red orange.  Hunter emerged from the gunner’s seat, lurching like a drunk and holding his head.  He was in excruciating pain.  His vision was blurred, and he was seeing flashes of light.  Omega let go of Tiggy, unbuckled herself, and ran to him.  She guided Hunter to sit. 

Tiggy circled the ship whining from the stress. 

Sil was still hyperventilating. 

“SIL...Sil...look at me.  I need your help.” 

He was shaking, but Mad had gotten his attention. 

Sil glanced over to Mad.  She looked pasty and pale.  “Auntie?” 

“Breathe with me, ok?” Mad took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, then repeated several times. 

Sil imitated her until he got himself under control. 

Mad pointed, “Grab that cooler for me, Sil...” 

Hunter had dropped it in the middle of the ship before they lifted off, and slipped under seats during the fire fight.  Sil fished the cooler out handing it over to Mad. 

She exhaustedly fumbled with the zipper.  Finally able to open the cooler, Mad lifted out the box of credits, they slipped from her shaky fingers and fell to the floor.  Credits spilled out, but that wasn’t what Mad was after.  She reached in and grabbed what looked like a stim syringe, fumbled and dropped it too.  “Sil...” 

“Auntie...” He grabbed the syringe from the floor.  “Where do you need it?” 

Mad pulled up her shirt and weakly pointed to her abdomen.  “Intramuscular injection.  Right here.” 

Sil jabbed into it and pressed the plunger.  Mad winced and sighed. 

“Thanks...  Hunky...how ya doing back there?” 

Hunter, still holding his head, could only muster a groan.  Omega was holding him and trying to soothe the pain. 

“Omega?” 

“I’m ok, just worried about Hunter.” 

“On my way over.  Sil...I’m gonna need help getting up.” Mad unbuckled herself out and swung the pilot’s chair around.  She didn’t need to enquire about Love.  Mad could feel Love’s relief and numbness to their injuries.  After these Force outbursts, Love would be in a silent, glazed over state for an hour or two. 

Sil helped Mad stand.  Immediately her vision went starry white as she slipped from Sil’s grasp and fell face first onto the floor. 

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[aita-blorbos]

AITA for getting my brother's pet killed?

I swear on my life it was an accident. TW for animal death.

A year or so ago, me and my brother, S, set out to start a journey to become the champion of the region, and to do that we needed to both get what are essentially pets. Then we get the title of "trainer" and these pets end up being battle partners. It's enriching for everyone involved, but especially the pets themselves.  Some people don't keep their pets in the holding capsules they come in because they want to be around their trainer all the time instead, and S had a situation like that.

He named his pet Miki, and we set off. After we had our journey, he became the champion and I decided to focus on filling out what's essentially a digital encyclopedia of these pets. I had every one of them logged except the kind Miki was. The system for the encyclopedia is really weird, so you have to have the pet recognize you as its trainer for as short as a single moment for it to be properly logged. Otherwise, you just have a picture and a species name.

I asked S if we could trade real quick just to log Miki, promising I'd give her back to him afterwards, and after some nudging he agreed. Things were going fine, and then the cables of the trade machine must have gotten wrapped around her neck as they moved or something? I don't remember specifics, but Miki's neck just... SNAPPED. She was dead, like, immediately. And even if she wasn't, the care trainers can get for their pets is horrifically underdeveloped in this region, so there was no way she would have survived even if we had rushed her to a center. There was no shot at her living.

S hasn't spoken to me since. He hasn't really spoken to anyone, actually. Just stays in his house all day and grieves. Me and the rest of town have tried our best to comfort him to no avail. He's only gotten worse, really -- hair's all messed up, eyes are all bloodshot, probably starting to waste away by now since I don't know if he ever gets any food when he needs it, et cetera. The grass is going wild in his yard, too, so I know there's some sort of dilapidation somewhere in that place. It's devastating to see whenever he actually leaves his house, which is usually just to go to the graveyard-tower thing in and mourn Miki.

I never meant for it to end up like this, and every night I have horrible nightmares about it. Most of them involve him breaking into my home while I sleep and either strangling me to death or snapping my neck. I can never tell which. It's probably just paranoia, but I'm worried that he's actually gonna do it someday. After all, he's clearly still upset at me, and I can't blame him. I just wish I could actually get through to him that it was an accident.

AITA?

[cosmoshiden]

Best space operas to watch that aren't Firefly

So while I have made long winded rants about how much I hate Firefly with a whitehot passion to death, one might ask are there space operas that I like? Well,I have quite a few actually. Now just sit back and allow me to make four of my recommendations!

Killjoys (2015-2019)- this series is one of my favorite space operas from the mid-2010s, as it has everything about it that is modernized for the time. It has space gunslingers, queer romance(s), alien invasion, space hippies, artificial intelligence computers with a sense of humor and more! The series is a live-action Cowboy Bebop, about a trio of space bounty hunters, who go on missions concerning loot retrieval, to assassinations, and of course, hunting down bounty heads. However, the series builds up to an epic storyline that entails a showdown with an alien invasion. It's also worth noting that this was an entirely Canadian production.

Dark Matter (2015-2017)-this series is Canada's answer to Firefly (much like Killjoys, it too is an entirely Canadian production). And like Killjoys, Dark Matter is concerned with some of the same themes above, though it never quite made it to its final 2 seasons worth of storylines. Nonetheless, Dark Matter is concerned with a group of space pirates/mercenaries who wake up from suspended animation with amnesia, and are off on a mission to put down a revolt. I would say that this show is philosophical in the concept of personal identity, especially if one who loses their memories is an entirely new person, and whether or not they are to be held accountable. Also, after watching this show, I came up with three rules which I like to coin as the Space Pirate Creed: Rule #1. Kill or be Killed; Rule #2. Get rewarded for your deeds, and Rule #3. Cowards and traitors are to be shot or spaced (thrown out the airlock). Why's this important? It's the rules the characters play by of course!

Starhunter (2000-2004)-now this Canadian space opera predates Firefly by 2 years, and actually lasted for 44 episodes over 2 seasons. While not as well known today, Starhunter is notable since it has many plot-beats that are reminiscent of Firefly. For one, there is an episode about a family trying to outrun a mysterious cadre which involves a child with telepathic powers (sounds like River Tam eh?!). Other similar episodes include an abandoned space outpost, that was left deserted because of an experiment that went awry, and gave a teen girl powers (similar to River once again). Now what makes Starhunter different from Firefly is that, it's set in a semi-realistic environment, in which space travel is limited to our solar system, spaceships are like cars that can travel between planets in a matter of days, and that it's mainly about space bounty hunters like Killjoys. Although, the plot is more about a group of space bounty hunters who are used as unwitting pawns for a shady corporate entity that seeks bounty heads who have telepathic powers.

Lexx (1996-2002)- A parody of Star Trek, Blake's 7, Space: 1999, and Space Patrol, Lexx is a Canadian space opera about a group of fugitives who hijack a dragonfly-shaped, semi-organic warship from a space dictator with the ability to reincarnate himself. The show ran for 4 seasons, and started off for the first 2 seasons in standard space opera fare with traveling to distant planets and cultures, and in the end the characters use the titular Lexx to blow-up the planet. Although, the last two seasons are a mixed bag. Most of its humor though, is derived from toilet humor and sexuality. However I do have to concede that some of its humor and situation are horribly dated which are transphobic and homophobic by today's standards as a warning. One of the highlights of the series would be how in season 2 when the show parodied slasher films! It's humor is not for everyone, though I do recommend watching it for how it does make fun of the space operas listed above!

And that's it for now!

[lenientravesty]

maybe its just cassiopeias battle theme getting to me but the story of pokemon sv just felt so...REAL, yknow? like yeah theres the whole past/future thing, but individually, the stories with nemona and arven and penny are so...down to earth? and realistic? it’s so easy to get emotionally involved and actually feel empathy for the characters because it’s not that far removed from real life

you have nemona, who gets so caught-up in her passion and dream that she gets drawn away from the people around her (you see it especially in the post-game, where she has trouble understanding that not everyone shares her feelings towards battling and that she’s been semi-ostracized from the rest of the people at naranja/uva), until she finally finds someone with that same passion (the player character)! and not just that, but someone who is actually good at battling! that rivals her! that can regularly beat her! it’s that wanting to find someone to be on even ground with

then there’s arven, who has a shit relationship with his parent(s?) and feels like he’s always been second place to their work. he’s really only got his pet dog, who then gets horribly injured because of said parent’s work. so of course he feels resentment towards them. and then he meets someone who might be able to help! and it’s someone who shares that same connection with their own pokemon (including the one that was thrown upon them with no choice [korai/miraidon])! and not only do they offer to help, it succeeds!! it’s that wanting someone to walk with you, to listen to you, to offer to help, even if it might not work, and it working just being a bonus at the end.

and there’s penny, who was bullied so horrifically she stopped showing her face at school. she and her friends get together and say ‘hey. we’re done. if you don’t stop, we will retaliate.’ and getting in trouble for calling out other people’s bullshit. you go through the whole team star quest thinking that it’s some far-off do-gooder who doesn’t really have any stakes in the matter besides getting the glory of being the one to end team star (who, at this point, is believed to be the ones who bullied in the first place, and who knows, maybe that’s where they were heading. [regarding the opening scene with penny, that is]), until you find out that it’s someone who has a direct relationship with all these people. and you find out that shit wasn’t like it was made out to be (the ‘they’re my greatest treasure’ bits almost made me cry ngl). and you find out that the entire situation was friends wanting to protect other friends. it’s that wanting the best for others, even if it means something bad for you, even if you think you deserve it, and having someone stand beside you and take it on with you.

i just. man. sv makin me feel shit at 6am

[beevean]

Gonna make a bold claim here, and say that Dual Destinies is probably the only Ace Attorney game where I legitimately didn't care about a single victim in any of the game's cases. The game would rather just sit there and incessantly tell the player how good the victim(s) were as people rather than actually show the player firsthand how.

Like, why do you think Mia Fey's death in the first game had much more of an emotional impact on not just the franchise, but the characters involved? Why do you think Kazuma Asogi's supposed death was such a gut-punch?

It's not because those games had every single other character blathering on about how they were good people who didn't deserve to die, or whatever; it's because we were shown how nice they were by spending time with them when they were alive, so that it's all the more of a "Wham!" line when you're made aware of their demise later.

I don't even remember the victims, aside from Metis Cykes who was obviously the Gregory Edgeworth of the game. Interestingly, the previous games somewhat alternated between nice victims you feel sorry for, and asshole victims who lowkey had it coming - AJ is full of those! DD, if I'm not mistaken, has only "nice" victims, almost to compensate. I like the more nuanced approach, as it can make for more compelling storytelling - I think of Mimi Miney murdering her asshole boss who overworked her to the point of accidentally killing 14 people plus her sister, and losing her face. She's memorable precisely because of awful the victim was. Also it's just more realistic: anyone can die, and it doesn't matter if they were good or bad people, everyone deserves justice.

DD's biggest flaw is that it's very, very in your face with its themes. "The Dark Age of Law" is a meme for a reason lol.

Also, yes. Mia is a special case, because she gets more depth post-mortem lol, and her death at first is more about Maya's horrible situation and Phoenix who is suddenly alone. But Asougi was efficiently presented as a very charming, friendly individual, and his apparently senseless death really hurt.

[thestarrynightslover]

I'll Make It Okay for You - Part 1

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Word count: 3,666

Warnings: Discussion, yelling, some angst, mentions of drugs, and drug abuse. 

Summary: What happens when (y/n) (y/l/n), Harvey’s secret crush and a junior partner at his firm, openly defies him in front of everyone?

You can find Part 2 here.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the show Suits, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: So, this is my first Harvey Specter fic and I’m obviously quite unsure about it, lol. This might’ve ended up like one big mess, cause I tried to combine a bunch of Harveys I wanted to see. The perfect recipe for disaster, right? Anyways, I hope it doesn’t suck too bad and, please, feel free to give me feedback, cause I’m also here to learn!!

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

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You’d barely stepped out of the elevator when you were met by your secretary that morning. That couldn’t mean anything good.

“Morning, (y/n/n). You’ve got an emergency meeting with Jessica today. Gonna give you the schedule on the way there.” Lucy stated, leading you on the opposite way to Jessica’s office.

“Oh, I got the memo; company’s under attack again. She wants me on the frontlines this time. Louis is probably running around saying ‘We’re at war, people, war!!!’, or something like that. But why aren’t we headed towards the boss’ office?”

“Apparently, uh, she wants y’all to convey at Harvey’s office.” She said hesitantly, as if afraid of your reaction.

“Are you kidding me? It’s the first hour of the morning and she wants me to go see that smug face of his?” You pouted childishly.

“Smug and hot, you mean.” Lucy corrected you, getting an outraged look from you in response, as she usually would by saying anything positive about Specter.

“Shush,” You said, motioning for her to stop talking, “ one shall not praise Harvey Annoying Specter around me.” You stated full of obstination, but the younger woman just laughed you off and said:

“Well, here we are. I guess I’ll just have to send you an e-mail with your schedule, since, once again, we spent our schedule minutes of the day talking about “the enemy”.” She mocked with gestures and everything this time. That Lucy really was a piece of work, she timed the whole thing perfectly, in a way that you couldn’t even repudiate her insinuations because you were already standing in front of Specter’s office door.

Not long after you had entered and Jessica had officially started the strategy-meeting, though, all eyes in the room turned to you, as your phone started ringing in your back pocket. "Shit! I'm- I'm so sorry, guys, I guess I-"

"Can you please take your job seriously for once in your life, (y/l/n)?" You heard Harvey Pain-In-The-Ass Specter rudely remark, as you tried to swallow your embarrassment.

“Well, like I was trying to say, I’m sorry. Gonna turn it off right now, won’t happen again.” You said, directing your apologetic look to Jessica.

“You should just go ahead and answer it, could be something important.” She calmly told you.

“Especially now that you’ve already interrupted our work.” Specter chipped in again, which just gave you more fuel to answer the goddamn phone.

“Hello, yeah this is her.” You confirmed to the man on the phone, while taking a few steps towards the corner of the room. “What??? Are you sure? Oh my God! O- okay, just tell me which one and I’ll be there as soon as possible! Right, thank you.” Everyone’s eyes were on you, trying to understand what made you look so distressed. Except his, of course.

“Wait a second. Are you leaving right now?” He asked with a mix of annoyance and irritation in his voice.

“Yes, I am. I’m sorry, Jessica, but this is a family emergency. I have to go.”

“Well, I just hope you know that this doesn’t look good for you, (y/n).” She said, voice inexpressive.

“I do and, honestly? I couldn’t care less about that right now.” You firmly told her, while hoping your career wasn’t over by the next morning.

“I hope everything goes well for you and your family, (y/n). If you need anything, and I mean anything, just let me know.” Louis told you with that childish smile of his. Jesus, even in a moment like this, he tried to flirt with you.

“Thank you, Louis. That’s very kind.” You faked a tiny smile.

“Unbelievable.” 

“What?” You asked, turning back to face Harvey.

“Your firm is under attack and you’re leaving because of some stupid family crap?” Was he even serious?

“Precisely. And I don’t really care what your thoughts are on it. Our priorities are clearly very different.” Who the hell did he think he was to say anything about your family’s issues?

“Well, that shouldn’t matter because, the minute you walk in here, through those elevators out there, you’re supposed to leave all things personal behind.”

“Oh, right. I’m so sorry that I’m not some heartless lawyer like you, who’s just in it for the petty fights in the name of money-making.” Shit. You needed to get the hell out of there before you said something else to make Specter wanna kick you out himself. So you did. Stormed out like there was no tomorrow, leaving nothing but the very shocked Donna, Jessica, Louis, Mike, and Rachel behind. Oh, yeah, and a very pissed-off Harvey Specter.

Okay, maybe you were a little too harsh, but given the place you needed to go, to do what you needed to do, you didn't care about Harvey, your job, or anything else.

---

It was much later on that same day, around dinner time, that you heard a soft knock on your door. But how could someone be at your door, if the doorman downstairs hadn't announced any visitors? Were you dreaming? Well, the day had been so tiring that that wasn't exactly impossible… Nonetheless, you made your way to the door, whilst holding your very needy three-year-old nephew in your arms. Not that you could blame Henry after the day he’d had.

Since you weren’t expecting anyone, it was reasonable to believe that, whoever it was, was going to be a surprise. But not in a million years would have you ever guessed that Harvey Specter was the one knocking at your door. Especially considering what had happened at the firm earlier. How did he even know your address?

“Hi, (y/l/n). I didn’t know you had a kid.” He stated with a bit of surprise of his own, pointing to the little boy you were carrying.

“No, uh, I don’t have any.” You managed to say, trying to control your shocked expression. “This is my nephew.” You clarified again, a little more at ease this time.

“My name’s Henry. What’s yours?” You heard your nephew ask with his cute child-voice.

“Harvey. It’s, uh, it’s very nice to meet you, Henry.” Harvey told the boy, holding out his hand for him to shake, as a sweet smile came to his lips.

“Is he your friend, auntie (y/n/n)?” Henry asked you hesitantly, before making a move. The Don’t Talk to Strangers Rule must’ve kicked in his mind. 

Before answering him, you hesitated a little bit yourself, though. Was Harvey your friend? Obviously not, but if he came to your apartment in the middle of the night like this, it was probably because of something important. Work-related, of course. Which meant you’d have to let him in, so you settled for what would be the easiest classification for a three-year-old.

“Yeah, bud, he is my friend from work.” Hearing that, something in Specter’s eyes changed, you didn’t really know what, though.

“Well, then, can he come play with us?” He gave you such a cute look, that you almost said yes right on cue. But you obviously couldn’t. 

“You’d have to ask him, but I’m sure he has a lot of other, more important, things to do now.” You tried to explain to the little boy, giving Harvey a look. But you didn’t get too far, as the lawyer quickly said:

“Of course I wanna go play with you! That is if your auntie’s okay with that…” Now he was mocking you, that was the only explanation.

“Can we play with him, then, auntie (y/n/n)? Please, please, please?” God, what horrible thing could’ve you possibly done to deserve this particular punishment?

“Um, I guess... If he really has nothing better to do-” Harvey didn’t even let you finish your sentence.

“I really don’t.” He said, shooting you and Henry a bright smile that you’d never seen before.

“Okay, then, come in. Please disregard the mess, I got this stuff to make dinner, but someone just won’t detach, right, mister?” You asked your nephew with fake annoyance in your voice, as you tickled his sides a little bit. He just laughed at you. Though what really caught your attention was the fact that Harvey, too, was chuckling lightly at the scene, as he started picking up your groceries’ bags from the floor. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you, what else?” You gave him a weird look because, well, it was a weird situation. Maybe he noticed your discomfort because he added: “You look tired, so I’ll help you by making dinner and putting the rest of these away.”

“You’re kidding, right?” There was no way in hell that the All-Mighty Harvey Specter was gonna get domestic for you, of all people. Since he didn’t bother to answer, you went on: “First of all, what was it that you really came here to do, hum? And, second, I don’t need your help with anything.” Normally you tried to be kind to everyone, but, then again, Specter wasn’t exactly your normal kind of guy.

“Well, first of all,” he started in a tone of mockery, “that was rude! Look at the example you’re setting for little Henry!” Oh God, as much as you hated to admit it, he was kinda right, because you had completely forgotten about the little boy still cradled in your arms. “Second, we can talk about the reason why I came here later,” after your nephew’s asleep, was implicit in his speech, “third, it looks like you do need some help. And, for your luck, I happen to be a very good cook when I want to.”

“But-” You could barely begin your sentence, as Harvey sharply cut you off:

“You see, buddy,” he started, motioning to Henry this time, “the quicker we get your auntie on board with the game plan, the quicker we’ll get to eat and go play together!” Son of a bitch! Using a child to get to you…

“Can we please, auntie? Please?” How could you not crack after that pleading?

“Fine, but I swear I’ll make you pay if we wake up with food poisoning tomorrow, Specter.” You told him playfully, trying to lighten the mood after all of your bluntness.

“Oh, trust me, (y/l/n), you won’t. This will be the best meal you and the young man here will ever have in your entire lives.” He said cockily, but without the usual arrogance level, if that even makes sense.

A few hours and a really great dinner later, you and Henry couldn’t help but snicker shamelessly at Harvey’s ridiculous faces, as the three of you played a game on your living room’s floor. Trying to catch your breath from your giggles, you glanced up at the clock and realized that it was way too late for your nephew to be out of bed like that. So you broke up the game, announcing:

“It’s bedtime for you, Mr. Henry.” You watched the faces of the pair turn into ones of pure disappointment, as they prepared to pout.

“Just a little longer, auntie (y/n/n)! please!” The little boy started.

“Yeah, auntie, just a little longer! Please?” This time it was the grown man, one of the toughest Wall Street lawyers.

“As moved as I am by your synchrony, guys, the answer is a big no. C’mon, bud, let’s go brush your teeth. And then straight to bed. So say bye to Harvey, and thank him for being so nice to us tonight.” He looked between you and Specter as if still hoping for a hail Mary of some sort.

“Bye, Harvey.” He sounded so sad, but then he smiled brightly again, as he repeated what you’d told him to say word by word: “And thank you for being so nice to us tonight.” Hearing that, both you and Harvey chuckled lightly at the young boy, who quickly added: “Will you come see us tomorrow too?”

“Uh, we’ll, uh, we’ll see about that, okay, little man?” He tried to let Henry down slowly but, watching the boy’s expression become a sad one instantly, he added: “It’s just because both your auntie and I have a lot of work ahead of us tomorrow, but I’ll do my best, okay?” That was definitely a side of Harvey you’d never seen before, he had even bent down to be on your nephew’s level.

“Okay.” Henry said quietly, seeming to be a little happier, too.

“Okay, then let’s just go upstairs already.” You took the boy’s hand to guide him towards the spare bedroom’s bathroom, all the while shooting Specter a look that told him to wait for you a little longer.

“I’ll wait for you down here.” He said, proving he understood what your eyes tried to transmit.

So you headed upstairs with your nephew and, after a good fifteen minutes of brushing Henry’s teeth, helping him into his PJs, and tucking him in, you finally managed to come back to the living room, where you found Harvey looking through some of your photos displayed on the sideboard. For a minute or two, you just watched him. It wasn’t that you liked what you saw or anything. It wasn’t. It was more like postponing the weird conversation you two were bound to have, because, after all that had happened in those few hours, the atmosphere was, at very least, a strange one. But, almost as if he’d felt your gaze on his back, the lawyer in him was switched on, and he interrupted your thoughts by saying:

“Ah, you’re back. Good, because we need to talk.” You just motioned for him to follow you into your home office. But both you and Harvey looked so informal to be in that kind of environment, that you just indicated the small couch on the wall opposite to your desk for you to take your seats in.

“So, uh, before you even say anything, I wanna thank you for being so kind tonight,” a small smile came to your lips, as you remembered, not only the evening but how your nephew had used almost those exact same words, already imitating you, a little earlier. Specter smiled too, you noticed. “and I also wanna apologize. If you came here to talk to me… I must’ve made you waste a lot of time, huh?” You tried with a half-smile this time, as embarrassment started taking over you.

“What? No, of course not! I'm pretty sure that I told you I didn't have anything better to do, didn't I?" He calmly asked with a smile.

"Yeah, but I'm not buying it. You're Harvey Specter, isn't that what you're always saying? And Harvey Specter always has something better to do, isn't that right?" You shot back in a mockery tone, regaining your confidence.

"Well, maybe. But, not today. So don't apologize, and don't thank me. I'm the one who should be thanking you, I had a really good time tonight." Okay, now you were shocked. He had a good time?

"Uh, okay, um, so... What was so urgent that you had to come here in the middle of the night?" You nervously ranted, while tugging your hair behind your ears. He just stared at you, so much so that you almost repeated your question.

"Um, yeah, about this morning… That's why I came here…" You were already guessing that that would come up eventually, but it was the topic of your conversation? "I know that you and I always had our differences, and maybe even some rivalry-"

"Some rivalry? Dude, I'm just a junior partner, and ever since I started on that firm you've been persecuting me-"

"I wouldn't say persecuting…"

"Oh, you wouldn't?"

"Not since you made junior partner anyways. Now it's just a healthy rivalry between work friends…" He tried to use what you’d told your nephew earlier. 

"Oh, so you do admit you were persecuting me when I was an associate, huh?"

"Shit." He muttered quietly, as you watched him with a victory smile on your lips. "You know what? Hell yeah, I did persecute you when you were an associate." Hearing that blunt admission of guilt, you just couldn't find anything to say. “You wanna know why? I did that because, from the first time I saw you doing your job, I saw this very thing that I see now: you kicking ass, you think I wanted to admit this to you? I’ll answer it myself: no, I didn’t. The only reason why it happened is that you led me to it.” He blurted out, completely knocking you off your socks.

“So, um, you treated, you treat me like shit because, um, because I’m good?” You asked, still unsure of what to think about his confession.

“Well, that was part of it, sure. So, you see, I could understand it when you weren’t particularly thrilled at the perspective of working with me. But, this morning, you said that I’m a heartless guy who only cares about money… Is that really what you think of me?” This time he sounded genuinely sad? When Harvey said that he’d come to your apartment to talk about that morning, you thought he was gonna reprimand the shit out of you for disrespecting him ⎯ your sort of boss, a senior partner ⎯, but, apparently, he was asking about it on a more personal level. A level you’d never really thought played a part in your relationship with him.

“Oh, Harvey…”

“Be honest, please. I don’t want your pity. You don’t even know me all that well, so don’t try to minimize anything. I can take it.”

“That’s not what I was gonna do. And, trust me, you’re probably the last person in the world I’d pity.” You told him with a sly smile. “You’re right. I don’t know you all that well. Or, at least, I didn’t this morning. But I do know that you’re not heartless. Also, I was really out of line then, I’ve seen you fighting tooth and nail for a lot more than just money in that firm. You’re loyal to your firm and friends like no one else and, tonight, I watched you sitting on the floor and playing with a little boy. And, trust me, that meant more to him than you’d ever know, especially after today… Anyways, what I’m really trying to say is that I was so damn wrong and that I’m sorry. I’d gotten some pretty nerve-racking news beforehand, not that that’s an excuse but...” You told him, meaning every word and trying hard to show how much you regretted your previous actions.

“Wait, what news?”

“Ah, it’s nothing for you to worry about, really.” You tried to brush him off.

“Oh, c’mon! You said all those nice things about me, but when it comes to your life and your problems you still don’t trust me, isn’t that right?” His tone was sharply inexpressive, but his eyes showed he was actually hurt.

“What are you talking about? Oh my God, Harvey! I’ve relied on you for a number of cases that I really cared about! I let you in on my apartment! I let you spend an entire night around my nephew! Of course, I trust you!”

“Then what the hell is the problem? You think I’m not gonna give a damn about your family issues? Is that it? Because I am literally begging you to tell me about them!”

“I don’t wanna tell you because I don’t want you, or anyone else on the firm, to think that I’m some pathetic little girl who uses her family issues as an excuse to get out of a tough fight.” You confessed in a lower tone, slightly embarrassed, just hoping he would understand and stop poking. “Things are very different when you’re a woman, you know…”

“I would never think that about you. Family is important. Especially if it’s made of people like Henry…” He said, reassuring you, even though there was a hint of sadness in his voice. “Besides, you said you trust me, so you need to trust me when I say that I wouldn’t betray you by telling people about your problems. I’m not here as your boss, (y/n). I just wanna help you.” He sounded so sincere and, if you were being honest with yourself, you kinda really needed to vent.

“Okay, um, where to start? I have two sisters: Henry’s mother, Kat, and a fifteen-year-old, Lisa. I’m the older one of all three of us. Lisa’s sick, like very sick, so my parents, who are both retired, are with her at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, to try and get her better. In the meantime, Kat was supposed to go to college, as well as care for her son, between my parents and me, she wouldn’t even need to provide for them or anything. But, a while ago, she overdosed for the first time. That’s when we found out about her addiction. We’ve already tried a million different things but nothing works. So, my parents and I threatened to make her lose her parental rights over Henry, hoping that it’d be a wake-up call for her, but it backfired. She just took the boy and disappeared, then today I get that call, from the police department, saying that she was in custody for drug distribution and endangering the well-fare of a minor. They asked me to go pick my nephew and, maybe, get Kat a lawyer.” And, just like that, you’d told Harvey Specter, of all people, everything. Tears rolling down your cheeks and him pulling you into a hug.

If anyone had told you that that was how your night was gonna go, you would have definitely laughed them out of the room. But now, just sitting there, being held and caressed by Harvey, as you let your armor down, it was finally beginning to look like things were gonna be okay. 

[dudeimabird]

Honor her, just stay happy.

REQUEST'S ARE OPEN

@decaffeinatedmisery

Request: Post S-8 where Keith is trying to convince Lance that he can honor Allura’s memory and still follow his dreams of being a fighter pilot. Also because Keith misses him and wants to kiss him

(Keith Pov) So I know canonically Adam isn't alive, but I love the adashi ship too much to pass this up.

It had been 2 years after the war... The anniversary of Allura's death. It felt weird I always pictured being in space for the rest of my life, staying in the lions, never seeing home again. Yet, I'm here on earth safe and happy I never pictured that. However, we have lost too many to not feel at least some grief. All the planets involved in the war have a day to commemorate Allura's death, for Earth its tomorrow. Each year we head to one of the original paladin's house, last year it was Corran since he had known her, her entire life. This year it's Lance. We don't talk as much now, and I still have as big of a crush on him before as I do now. Shiro, Adam, and my mom know, they all agree to just get it off my chest, and after the war I was planning to but then Allura passed. As a person who has had to grieve before I knew that Lance was in a whirl wind of emotions, and I couldn't. And honestly, I want to tell him now but, I don't think he's over Allura yet, at least not enough to have a former teammate, and friend confess his undying love for him. When I do talk to him sometimes through call occasionally in person not once has he ever talked about someone he is interested in, I know people age and change but it's been 2 years and before Allura, Lance would completely fall in love with any person he met. At this point with the chemistry Lance and Allura had I think they were actually soulmates. Now whenever I see him, I can always see his walls are up he puts on a smile clearly in pain and gives a pickup line that doesn't have that spark those lines used to have. Everyone can notice but no one has had to deal with a loss of a significant other yet. So, no one knew how to comfort him.

I was at the house of the Mcclain's there was a giant stone statue of Allura, dozens of gifts, flowers and treats lining the pillar. I was with Adam, and Shiro. We were in bright colored clothes (In this fic Allura asked that they celebrate her life not feel sad over her death) Adam knocked and Veronica answered.

"Adam, Shiro!" She smiled. And look over to me.

"Keith, it's been too long!" She yelled while hugging me. I smiled; I don't know why but Veronica specifically took a liking to me when we met. I guess everyone in the house heard because they came running outside and started yelling and hugging everyone, Lance wasn't there, was my first thought but then everyone kept on talking. Turns out we were the first people there.

"Oh yeah! Lance is up there Keith" Lance's mom explained pointing up the house. I nodded and started walking up the stairs. Found the door and knocked. I heard something shuffle around and the door creaked open. And saw Lance, a Lance that had been clearly crying.

"Keith?" He smiled, looking a little surprised. I could understand why though, last year there was an emergency with The Blade of Marmora which is now a relief organization. So, I couldn't go there I felt horrible, and I couldn't explain the situation because it was an under the wraps plan.

I smiled "Hey, Lance."

I'm sorry I'm going to make it a 2-part project because I was losing interest, and I'm honestly loving this one-shot, that I couldn't just do a horrible job on the rest I should get it out tomorrow. I'm so sorry but I hope you have a great day/night!

--dudeimabird

[itzz-phoenixxx]

Why I don't like All Might: An Analysis.

Don't get me wrong, he was a GOOD hero, but he has a FUCK ton of shortcomings and I'm sick of everyone looking over them. So I'm breaking things down in somewhat chronological order because he's the ONE character in MHA I absolutely cannot stand

His and Izuku's first meeting.

There was no way to know that he had been told to kill himself only hours earlier, but still. Jesus christ dude.

The entire interaction with the sludge villain. He didn't do ANYTHING to make sure Izuku was okay except for smack tf out of him to wake him up. I don't know how shit works in that world, but I think at the very LEAST if someone is attacked by a villain, you should notify authorities and maybe, idk, make sure the kid gets checked out by medical professionals.

He tried to push Izuku off his leg in mid-air. You could argue its for comedic relief, but if you're a pro hero in your late 50's (he's been a OFA holder for 40 years, and I'm assuming he got it when he was about as old as Izuku) you should know better.

Crushing Izuku's dream and leaving what could be a suicidal kid by himself where ANYTHING could've happened. Like what if he had done something??

OH not to mention, he's a pro hero ffs, telling him to "be more reasonable" is terrible. You could argue that Aizawa said the same, but Aizawa also guided Izuku during the first training exercise. Yeah, he told him he should never be a hero, but he also gav3 his quirk back and gave Izuku a chance to prove him wrong, and several times now Izuku has.

The passing of OFA

For One, he completely backtracked. Like he didn't even consider Izuku's feelings before tossing the "You can be hero and here's how" bomb on him. I fully believe he took advantage of Izuku's vulnerability in that moment.

It seemed like he put Izuku in a position where he couldn't say no. All Might asking Iuzku to take his quirk, would be like your favorite artist asking you to perform in a show with them because they liked your voice. You just can't pass up that apportunity.

He failed to inform Izuku about the baggage thay came with OFA. Not only the bone breakage in the first episode, but about All For One, his fated enemy. He didn't give Izuku the option to back out or change his mind, because I feel as though Izuku would've DEFINITELY reconsidered if he knew (but I'm in no way saying he wouldn't take the quirk regardless)

He took advantage of Izuku's adoration of him, as well as his dreams in order to pass along his quirk. Of course, he also saw potential in him, I won't argue about that. He wasn't wrong about the kind of person Izuku was/is, but the fact fhat he just so happened to run into his biggest fan (who was quirkless and dreamed of being a hero) you can't tell me he didn't take advantage of that.

He's a horrible teacher.

It's not only Izuku who has realized this. Most of 1A as well as the staff at UA have realized this. He had flashcards ffs. You could argue that he's brand new to teaching, but he also had time to put lessons together. Even Tsu pointed out during the first training exercise that they had no prior combat training.

He wasn't able to properly teach Izuku how to wield OFA. Everything he learned he picked up from Gran Torino, and the other staff at UA. It took him 2 seasons to regulate OFA, and an additional season to realize he had legs. The only good teaching moment he had was introducing the concept of Air Force.

His blatant and obvious favoritism of Izuku has put the other students in danger too many times.

Seriously, he puts so much faith in Izuku in crisis situations, that he doesn't even worry about the other kids who aren't as capable.

MANGA SPOILER!!! -He fully supported Izuku's vigilante era, knowing it was unsafe. He also followed the boy around and in his state could've been a liability. Even on the brink of death, AM said "here's lunch, good luck." And wasn't involved in bringing him back, even if he would've had the most influence.

That is all for now, thank you!

[dmclemblems]

I swear some people in the 3h fandom are so warped that they genuinely believe that Nemesis and the Slithers are the actual heroes. Yeah cause conducting human blood experiments, kidnapping, assassinations, wanting to kill everyone, ruin the continent for domination, spewing out racist rhetoric, massacring two races of people, etc is totally a heroic thing to do. /s

Like, legit, seriously and not even joking think they're the heroes? I’m sure some people are arguing it just to troll, but I wouldn’t be surprised if people were genuinely saying that just because they don’t like other characters.

That’s something that happens a lot in this fandom - people arguing things whether they’re ridiculous or not just to undermine another character or group of characters. I’ve seen that kind of thing happen in fandoms before, but in this one in particular it’s especially bad. I’ve seen people go out of their way to warp things characters say just to make them sound like a bad person (especially Dimitri) to try to make themselves sound correct and say “look I have evidence!” when really it’s just obvious they’re saying it for the sake of argument against the character.

What really gets me though is that they’ll argue this kind of shit for the game, but when they get a comparison to irl events they can’t handle it, or the fact that they’re defending horrible irl situations by advocating for certain things.

The game intentionally goes out of its way to be clear throughout the game that what they’re doing is wrong even in a morally gray story. TWS was given the role of FE4′s Lopt Sect, who are forced to live in hiding underground and they want revenge for being forced to live like that, but the people who they take it out on are the present generations who had no hand in the treatment of their people. They want to commit genocide and take over the continent, believing these people are their enemies and that if they’re descended from particular bloodlines that they’re evil.

Now, if they were correct and the currently living bloodlines still treated them like trash and it was genuinely everyone in a widespread misconception that the people refused to change their opinions on, I can understand taking it to that level. If these people were descended from those people and were actually not innocent in the matter, taking it upon themselves to be as hateful and terrible as their ancestors, I can understand coming to the conclusion that they need to fight back and eradicate those people for their safety and survival.

That’s not the case though in both these games, and the point is that these villain groups are the ones starting conflict. They’re not continuing something, as the people who did those things to their people are long dead and the ones living now don’t engage in any of that. Despite that these villain groups bring harm to unknowing people who don’t have a hand in that history. Even if they didn’t know that history, if they engaged in such harmful hate and it was something like “all people from xyz are terrible and have to die”, yeah, that’s horrible and I’d understand our villains coming to the conclusion of “well this is shit, we need to get rid of these people or they’re literally going to try to kill us”. However, that’s not the case, which is what makes them villains. They would be the heroes if they were in fact fighting for their freedom against actual oppression, but we’re never shown that our characters are oppressive or follow in the footsteps of their ancestors’ hate.

The difference between making them heroes and villains is honestly pretty clear cut in that sense. Both games’ villains are villains because they’re blaming the people living now for things they were never involved in, thus taking action against them as if they were. Basically if they wanted revenge and took action sooner, against the right people, they wouldn’t be at fault for that. They end up at fault when attacking people who have nothing to do with it.

If people are legitimately thinking TWS is a group of heroes, they need a reality check. Even if it’s just a story, to be able to have that way of thinking where you can defend TWS (and by extension FE4′s Lopt Sect as they’re literally the same thing but with a bit more dragon feuding involved too) is straight up concerning. Yes, it’s a fictional story... in which it says a lot about a person when they’ll go out of their way to defend a group that is written in a clear cut morally negative way.

[hex-obsession]

Silver Lining - Two

word count- 2,259

content warning- language, angst, indirect s**cidal thought

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Crows cawing, your eyes open just enough to hazily make out the all too familiar color of your room.

“Early bird gets the worm, you know,” a familiar voice murmurs. Pushing off the wall to your right, your body slides diagonally over your bed, your head dangling off the side. Upside down, Cheryl is slumped against your door frame, arms and legs crossed. Brazen as usual, just the way you loved her. You held your own in most regards but Cheryl was always there when you least expected it and needed her most. You swear there were a halo atop that adorable shaggy blonde head of hers. And not one of those tacky event items either.

“Like I’d get anything any time of day with all the birds around here.” A tickling squeeze builds in your abdomen, branching up your neck to your cheeks which now had a telling pink glow.

“So you gonna talk to old lover boy yet or what?”

You jolt forward and whip around fast enough to make any killer miss a swing. Your response is unnecessary as she’s already smirking devilishly, aware of what she’s doing. She might have been your closest friend but that did not stop her from tormenting you, or anyone else that crossed her path. All in good fun and love, of course. It went without saying that you enjoyed it and she knew when it was, rarely, time to pack it up.

Raising her eyebrows, she leans back and throws her hands up. “I’m just saying, if you don’t, you might lose your chance. That’s all I’m saying,” quieter now.

You sighed. She was right. You weren’t the only one who took a liking to Leon. But, unlike you, Yun-Jin did not hide her feelings, from anyone for any reason, ever. Of course, everyone thought he was charismatic and most, undeniably handsome. That was common knowledge. You ran out of things to talk about in a place like this, and secrets were few and far between. There was no reason to hide here. This was your foreseeable future, together. There was no getting out, no changing things. Being open and sharing everything together made your day to day bearable. The connections you lost in your old lives left gaping holes, but together as one tightly knit, weird, fucked up family, you helped fill the voids. Some took longer than others to accept that fate, and there were some inevitable hiccups, but everyone came around eventually.

Anyone who wasn’t blind could see the attraction Yun-Jin had for the newest addition to your group. Placing her hands on him in conversation whenever she got the chance, laughing a little too hard at the things he said, biting her bottom lip and smiling at him when he talked. You’d even caught her pecking his cheek playfully here and there. He’d always smile and look away, as if it were a game. Leon always had a sultry attitude to him, a ladies' man no doubt. Subtly flirting with everyone was just commonplace for him. That was part of the reason you held back. Fearing you missed your chance and someone else had filled the role you longed to be in. Maybe it was your fear of rejection or abandonment, or not wanting to lose something this important in a world as cruel and bare this. You were subconsciously working hard to convince him you were only a friend. Which you were, definitely friends. Close even, given the circumstances. Trauma bonding does one hell of a number to the timeline of friendship. Still, you sensed zero difference in his behavior toward you versus the others. Which, admittedly, was quite the letdown. Nonetheless, you had nothing to lose by casually admitting your feelings for him. Keep it light and airy and there would be no reason for things to change on the chance he didn’t feel the same. After all, you surely weren’t the only one with a harmless little crush. That’s all it was. Right? So what if you constantly day-dream about him holding you so close he might consume you, kissing you with four times the passion the Notebook tried to capture, never leaving your side regardless of what the future held. His taste, his smell… what his cock would feel like ramming into your cervix. Your brain was one giant knot, constantly distracting you and there wasn’t a single thing you could do about it. Except tell him, but keep it simple.

By your calculations, it was November 18th. You’d been keeping track, not sure if it made things better or worse. Your third anniversary in this place was not far off. Despite being a literal nightmare, it had its perks. Your need for food was no more, as well as your other bodily needs. Sickness was a quickly forgotten annoyance of the past. You stayed in this eerily perfect state. Makeup never crusty, hair never oily and always smelling of your favorite fruit. The dirt and blood you’d acquire during trials magically disappeared upon return. You had a handful of outfits to rotate but there was no real need. Another upside, there were no severe temperatures here. Jackets, shorts, sandals, snow boots if you were Nea. You were always mostly comfortable. Even on Ormond where snow blanketed the ground, those gusts of wind should have sent chills right through you, but they didn’t. It felt like living in a dream or a, simulation. Just, where you’re hunted all day and night for the rest of your existence. At least death wasn’t permanent. Sometimes you’d wish it was, just to escape.

Several months have passed since Leon and Jill were introduced to your world. You had inside jokes and more close calls than you could both count. You were a damn good team and got along smoother than melted butter. What were you waiting for? You inhaled sharply and broke your stare out the window.

“I’m gonna do it.”

To no avail, your deep breaths failed to remedy the painful pounding in your chest, or the heat radiating from your face. Nevertheless, you marched out to the campfire to seek out Yun-Jin. As selfish as you wanted to be with Leon, she was your friend, and you held that in high regard. She was easy to spot in a crowd given her loud attire, but wasn’t around the fire. Which lead to your next realization; neither was Leon. Your throat tightened, heart still pounding. You set off a little too quickly to find her, or them. First stop was Ace’s shack. Judging based on appearances, you figured he would be one of the last people she associated with. Quite the opposite, they were dear friends. Not connected at the hip per se, like her and Claudette, but they related to one another's childhoods. Trauma bonding, can't beat it. To your dismay, the shack was empty, a seed of despair planting in your stomach. Maintaining the most convincing composure you could, you continue your search. Heading left down the line of shacks, robust laughter grows closer. You’d know that laugh anywhere. Cutting through the row, David and Felix are reclined under a tree. They were one of the few monogamous couples among you. The others being Nancy and Steve, and Adam and Zarina. You understood the allure of being romantically involved with more than one person, especially given your less-than-ideal situation, but it wasn’t for you.

“Hi y/n!” Felix shouted toward you.

Not wanting to stop and chat given your current objective, you flashed a cheeky smile and waved to them. Before they could get another word out, you dipped back behind the row of houses. Nerves getting the best of you, you parted your lips to breathe through your mouth. Every breath burned your lungs, realizing now all the times you brushed off your feelings have come back to haunt you. You should never have waited this long. At this point you would be more than willing, desperate, to share Leon. Refusing to let your anxiety get the best of you, you ball your fists and dig your nails into your palms to get a grip on yourself. There was one more place they could possibly be. A sliver of premature acceptance wedged itself into your train of thought as you trudged toward your own shack. Leon’s was adjacent to yours. Feeling foolish for not checking earlier, you round the corner to the opening. As much as you wish you could close your eyes, they were pinned open with anticipation. Looking up from your feet you were shocked to see an empty room before you. Relief and confusion replace your foreboding. Too much time had already been wasted, so you return to the campfire.

“Hey, have you seen Leon or Yun-Jin anywhere?” you, as calmly as possible, ask Élodie.

“They got pulled a little bit ago babe.” She was intently focused on Jane, her concentration not broken. “Which do you like more, up or down?” her gaze still fixated on Jane.

You have to either keep the courage you finally mustered until they get back or give yourself emotional whiplash by releasing until they do. You hesitate for a moment, but to hide your disappointment you quickly retort, “Up, definitely up. Gotta distract the killer with that beautiful face you know?”

“Like they're looking at her face and not that dumptruck ass!” Élodie howls. Jane facetiously puts her fingertips to her chin and looks upward, a façade of innocence no one here would ever buy. You can't help but giggle despite your inner turmoil.

“Well hey,” you add through chuckles, “when they're back can you please send her my way?”

“Sure thing babe,” Élodie assures, finally turning to meet your gaze.

A horrible nauseating mix of dismal, relieving, lewd thoughts of Leon swirl in your mind as you wait for Yun-Jin to step into the doorway. You knew you liked him but holy shit, where did this come from? The realization slapped you in the face. Try to blame infatuation all you want, not that you did, but it was so painfully evident now you were dumbfounded.

A soft knock jerked you out of your thoughts. “Hiya y/n, what's going on?”

Her delicate eyes effortlessly comforted you from across the room.

“I...” your eyes now glued to the floor beneath your feet, a reservoir of tears barely being held back, “I need to know how you feel about Leon.” Your nerves went haywire just uttering his name to her. An icy splash of chills surged from your head to your feet as your chest panged with dread.

“Well of course I like him,” her brow furrowed ever so slightly.

All that could escape your mouth was, “Oh.” Emptiness, despair replacing the jealous unease you felt before. Tears streamed down your cheeks uncontrollably, feelings that danced around menacingly finally coming to a head.

At the sight of your distress, she rushed to sit next to you. “Honey, what’s going on?” her voice barely above a whisper.

You were ashamed for breaking down in front of her, afraid of guilting her for something that was not her fault, and now terrified Leon might follow her here, only to find you undone over him. You jerk your head up to face her and blurt out, “Jinny I think I love him,” face sopping wet with untouched tears.

She raises her eyebrows and smiles at you. “Honey I have fun toying with him all in good nature but there’s no connection there.” Your heart thuds against your ribcage. “Sure, I’ll admit he’s attractive, who wouldn’t, but I have nowhere near the same feelings for him that you evidently do.” She uses both hands to cup your face and pushes as much wetness as she can aside with her thumbs. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? Not only to me but to him!” Despite being similar in age, she feels like a mother to you. Caring for a child, your own or not, will do that to you. That’s not a trait you lose over time.

“I’m so afraid,” you softly whimper, “of what he would say, what you would say.” You're picking at your cuticles, a habit you acquired during puberty as an outlet for your overwhelming feelings.

She wraps her arms around you, carefully as to not tarnish her jacket with tears, which would definitely stain the material. “I was just having a little fun, and from what I’ve gathered, he was more so allowing it than participating. You know I love you all to death but I’m not looking for anything like that, definitely not here.” She gives you a squeeze, and suddenly you can breathe again, the air around you no longer dense and difficult to swallow. “Honey, go get him.”

“Oh Jesus, let me fix myself a little first at least,” the sudden relief causing you to laugh involuntarily.

You were grateful disease and ailments didn’t exist outside of the trials, if they had you're sure you would've had an aneurysm from the stress you went through in a matter of an hour. Yun-Jin left you to your thoughts, which were now solely you and Leon together, doing anything and everything you could think of. The rest of the day you contemplated telling him, more so, how to. Thankfully you didn’t have any trials together, you were far too disorganized for that right now. “Tomorrow,” you promise yourself. Nothing like a clear head and a night’s rest to help you be your most collected, confident self.

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Silver Lining masterlist

[hopeymchope]

I know the surviviors get some flack for not grieving a whole lot for Kokichi, but Kokichi was horrible to everyone and wheverr people tried to question him, he'd push them away because he wanted to work on his own because of severe trust issues and he also did some questionable things that can't exactly be forgiven. They weren't exactly friends and it's a lot to take in.

Six total Kokichi-related asks in one post, now incoming!

WAAAAAAAHAHA Kokichi Time

Yeah, I agree with everything you're saying. I think that they eventually appreciated and respected his final effort to ruin the killing game, but for most of the trial, it was just deeply infuriating and upsetting for them. And even after that, there's a lot leading up to that trial that could only be infuriating for them. And in the end, Shuichi considers Kokichi just a frustrating enigma and utterly unknowable - "the very embodiment of a lie," as he says.

So you suspect that he has some personal connection to Killing Games in his past? Could it even be from a previous DR "season," then? I don't know how/why he'd have the luck thing, though. There doesn't seem to be anything to indicate that. I often wonder whether we'll get some kind of direct V3 sequel someday, in some medium. I'm sure there's got to be a temptation to explore where things wound up for the survivors and what the outside world is really like, who the survivors really are or aren't, etc. But if Spike Chunsoft eventually does this without Kodaka's involvement, it's going to ring hollow. Such a instance could easily become a story that openly defies and/or flies in the face of the implications of V3.

Interesting point. Even when he's seemingly treating Gonta nicely, it's just an attempt to get something he wants - trapping everyone in the "bug meet-and-greet," maneuvering Gonta into murdering Miu, etc. What's interesting about that is how he seems to genuinely befriend Gonta in Danganronpa S: Ultimate Summer Camp. But of course, his treatment of Keebo is always the same...

You may or may not have seen, anon, a previous Ask wherein a Japanese person said that bullying is a major issue there, but people tend to stay silent instead of calling others out. (I can’t seem to find the post where I responded to that ask now... ) So this might be part of that same cultural issue, then; Keebo is making it very clear how much he is upset by Kokichi’s behavior, but nobody really makes much effort to stop Kokichi anyway.

Well, I guess Kaede does try to distract him away from bothering Keebo in the very beginning. It’s something?

Actually, the fandom doesn’t even seem to hold this against Kokichi at all! Maybe they really do see Keebo as some kind of lesser being unworthy of any kindness just because of his physical nature??

(Friendly reminder to everyone that Kokichi is made aware very early on how much his behavior offends and upsets Keebo. So naturally, he keeps doing it anyway forever, in every single timeline - UTDP and Danganronpa S are no different. Because Kokichi’s just a really shitty person.)

Definitely. A big part of why his plans ultimately fail to lead where he'd hoped is because of the bridges he burned behind him. It's another reminder of the recurring "attempting to deal with the situation alone = misfortune and death" undercurrent through the series.

I get that, although he’s kind of a major part of V3′s narrative. He really drills home much of the “truth vs lies” theming. But, just like some previous antagonists, there are definitely things that would go much more smoothly if he wasn’t being a little shit about everything and was just telling people what he knows. Obvious solution: You excise the character who inexplicably knows everything about each trial but never wants to share any of his information from the entire equation.

But I think he’s still an important part of the story and its central focus, so maybe we could just... not make him be some kind of super-analytical secret detective? Because that always felt like it was kind of bullshit to me anyway. Much like his inexplicable ability to instantly know any time any character is lying about absolutely anything, we can just delete these traits and subsequently make him more believable as a person. He can still have his elaborate scheme to stop the killing game and still be an annoying liar who lies, but he doesn’t have to also be a mind-reading super-detective. Kill that element and I’d feel better about his role. 

[ragingpancake]

I Will Try (To Fix You) - Part One

Here’s the thing: Rodney is an actual pain in the ass. They’d be hard pressed to find anyone in two galaxies who didn’t agree with that assessment but most of the time, John doesn’t mind. He puts up with all of Rodney’s neuroses with a kind of fond indulgence but there’s really only so much that one man can take, even if that man is John Sheppard, McKay whisperer. The trek to the Carnean settlement is long and it’s hot and John isn’t feeling charitable the fifty seventh time that Rodney complains about the heat. He snaps at the scientist in a way that he almost never does, even Teyla and Ronon visibly reacting to the sting of his words. Later, once they’re back home and John doesn’t feel like he’s going to sweat to death, he’ll ply Rodney with some chocolate and coffee as an apology, but now, he’s grateful for the silence. -- The Carneans aren’t quite what John expected. Most of the planets they trade with are primitive in technology, and the ones more advanced are usually comprised of a bunch of dicks. Teyla had warned that they were a peaceful people, but deeply, deeply religious in regards to their technology, believing them to be gifts from their Gods. She said it as a warning mostly to Rodney, who had horrible manners on even the best of occasions, but was known to abandon all pretense of any sort of civility when it came to shiny, new ancients toys that he could get his hands on. He promised to behave though, looking a little bitterly in John’s direction, clearly still smarting from the reprimand earlier, but John still won’t let himself feel bad about that when the armpits of his black t-shirt are completely drenched, leaving him to feel sticky and gross and still annoyed. To his credit, John can tell that Rodney really does try to behave. He questions the Carneans about their energy source almost delicately, even as his handheld is going crazy in his hand, alerting them all to almost ZPM level energy signals coming from just beneath them. His resolve to be, well, Rodney is slowly starting to break though and even though John warns him twice, voice growing more agitated as the Carneans grow increasingly uncomfortable with Rodney’s line of questioning. “Rodney,” Teyla interjects, forcing a smile to her face though her eyes never leave their leader, Arrens. “Perhaps it would be best if we—” “No, no! You don’t understand! This energy source is—” He yelps as Ronon scruffs him, grabbing him by the back of his tac vest to stop him from venturing to the giant pillars before them, the ones that lead down to their most sacred chamber. “Perhaps we should return to the village,” Arrens says and his voice is even, though clearly laced with barely concealed disdain for the scientist. John’s about to joke that he’ll have to get in line with all of the other people in Pegasus that Rodney has annoyed when Rodney wiggles free of Ronon and starts for the temple entrance. “McKay!” John snaps again and this time, it’s him who reaches out for Rodney, grabbing him none to gently by the shoulder, squeezing not so hard enough to actually hurt Rodney, but to get his attention. It has its desired effect and John leaves Teyla to offer their profuse apologies as he and Ronon set off for the Jumper, dragging Rodney between them.

--- “What part of sacred temple do you not understand?” John barks, whirling around on the scientist as soon as they’re far enough away from the Carneans. “For someone as smart as you, you have absolutely zero common sense!” “But the energy source--!” “I don’t give a crap about the energy source, Rodney! We need their grains, you know that, and instead, you’ve jeopardized this entire mission!” John’s sure why he’s so angry, but he’s hot, he’s tired, and once again, they’ll have to go back through the Gate empty handed all because Rodney couldn’t control himself for a total of two seconds. “Sheppard,” Ronon grumbles as Rodney seemingly wilts in front of them, not used to being on the receiving end of John’s Colonel Sheppard wrath and for a second, he feels a little bit like a dick. He takes a deep breath, in through his nose, out through his mouth and gestures to the Jumper. “Get in.” “Sheppard, I—.” “I said get in, McKay. We’ll have this discussion later.” --- They’ve only been back at the Jumper for about fifteen minutes when Teyla comes through the thick foliage and she doesn’t look nearly as put out as John expected. He knows that she’s been counting on those grains for the Athosian settlement too, but she seems in good spirits as they meet her at the ramp of the Jumper. “I have spoken to Arrens and explained Rodney’s… over excitement away as a bit of religious zeal. They were concerned at first that he might wish to desecrate their sacred temple, but they have been advised that he simply wished to learn more about their practices.” “That actually worked?” Ronon asks, eyebrow raised. “It is not uncommon for planets to simply trade knowledge, Ronon,” Teyla admonishes and she turns back to John. “They wish for us to join them for a meal so that we might continue talks of negotiation.” John glances at Ronon and then back to Teyla, gauging the situation before he finally turns his gaze to Rodney, leveling him with a glare. Rodney holds his hands up, handheld tucked away safely in his vest. “Best behavior, yes, I know. You’ll not hear a peep from me.” “I doubt that,” John snorts but he nods. “Alright then. And Rodney, if you so much as look like you’re going to mention that damn energy source, I’ll string you up myself. Clear?” “Crystal.” “Good. Let’s go.” --- The meal goes better than John expects, honestly. While Arrens still maintains a cool demeanor despite Teyla’s best diplomatic attempts to draw him into conversation, his son Atton speaks animatedly with both John and Ronon as Rodney finishes off his third bowl of stew. John has to cut him off from going back for a fourth as Arrens eyes seem transfixed on the scientist and Rodney’s already offended these people once today. John won’t allow him to do it a second time. “Lay off, McKay,” he mutters under his breath and Rodney whines like he always does when food’s involved. “But it’s good. When’s the last time we actually had a decent meal off-world? You think they do doggie-bags here? Maybe we can take it back home and the cooks can figure out how to—” Ronon elbows him in the side and Rodney doesn’t quite yelp but it’s a near thing and John figures the Carneans have probably had enough of Rodney for one day. Once again, John leaves Teyla to the niceties while Atton escorts the three men outside and it’s not long at all before Teyla joins them and they set off for the gate again. --- The walk back to the Jumper is much less miserable than it had been on the way to the settlement, for which John is eternally grateful. The sun is beginning to set, cooling the air and he finds himself much less agitated than he’s been for most of the day. Even the sound of Rodney gulping his water behind him isn’t enough to annoy him now, whereas earlier it very well might have sent John into a homicidal rage. “Did that stew leave a weird after taste with anyone?” He asks, and John rolls his eyes at that. “Nope, but we didn’t eat enough to feed an entire army.” Rodney huffs at that and tips his canteen up again,

frowning when he finds it empty. Teyla wordlessly passes her own to him, squeezing his shoulder gently, affectionately maybe, and John knows that while Rodney annoys the shit out of everyone they’ve ever met, he’s there’s and John isn’t the only one who is indulgently fond of Rodney. Even when he’s at his most annoying. --- Their return through the Gate is uneventful. Elizabeth is there to meet them when they arrive and John is feeling charitable enough now that he doesn’t even mention Rodney’s faux pas. He promises to have Teyla fill her in more on the trade agreement she’d been able to broker before he leads his team down to the locker room, Rodney strangely quiet the whole way. John’s about halfway through removing his gear when he glances over at Rodney, one eyebrow raised to find him sitting on the bench, still in his tac vest and thigh holster. “What’s wrong with you?” He asks, kicking Rodney’s boot gently with his foot to get his attention and Rodney startles, lifting his gaze to meet John’s. “What? Uh, nothing. Nothing, it’s just… my stomach feels a little…” He gestures vaguely and Ronon laughs behind them, clapping Rodney on the shoulder. “Must have been that third bowl. One of our commanders back on Sateda had a large appetite, but I think even you could out eat him, McKay.” “Gee, thanks,” Rodney frowns as John goes back to hanging up his vest, surreptitiously glancing over at the other to find that he does actually look a little green around the gills. “You wanna go see Beckett?” John offers after a moment. “No, no. Chewbacca’s probably right,” Rodney says as he unstraps his holster and stands, shrugging off his tac vest. “We all had the same thing, and you’re all fine.” John just shrugs. It’s not the first time Rodney’s eaten himself to a stomachache and he’s pretty sure it won’t be the last. “Alright,” he says, clapping Rodney on the shoulder, a little more gently than he’d been earlier in the day. “If anything changes though…” “Yeah, yeah. I know the drill.” “Alright. Debriefing in an hour. I’ll see you there.” “Yeah,” Rodney agrees. “See you.” John does not actually see Rodney later. At least not while he’s conscious. --- It happens really fast. Rodney doesn’t actually show up for the debriefing but that in and of itself is not really weird; he’s skipped more than one debriefing over the last few years, but there’s something gnawing uncomfortably in his gut anyway. They finish up and by the time they’re done, John thinks he’s probably just being a paranoid asshole, but he taps his comm, needing Rodney to confirm he’s good. “Sheppard to McKay, come in.” Silence. “Sheppard to McKay, Rodney, respond.” John glances over at Ronon and Teyla who have both been standing by, Teyla looking as worried as John feels and Ronon… well, Ronon looks pissed off, but John knows that that’s Ronon’s default when it comes to concern. “Sheppard to Zelenka, come in.” This time, his radio crackles immediately in his ear. “Zelenka here, go ahead Colonel.” “Hey Dr. Z, is Rodney down there?” John waits impatiently, but even before Radek answers, John already knows. “No Colonel, he is not here.” “I will check the infirmary,” Teyla says, squeezing John’s wrist. “Ronon, the mess. John, perhaps you should check his quarters. If Rodney was not feeling well, it’s likely he is in one of these three places.” “Yeah,” John nods. “Yeah, you’re right, okay. As soon as you find him, radio in.” They disperse quickly and John doesn’t mean to, but the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach twists and he realizes that at some point, he’d started to jog to the transporter to take him as close Rodney’s room as possible. “Sheppard to McKay,” he says again, a little breathless as he steps out of the transporter, “Rodney, I swear to God, you better be alright or I’ll kick your ass.” Even the threat of bodily violence doesn’t raise him and by the time John skids to a halt in front of Rodney’s door, he’s expecting the worst. He pounds on the door once, giving Rodney the

chance to open it, but when he hears nothing inside, he palms the door open to find Rodney face down on the floor, lying in a puddle of his own vomit. “No. No, no, no.” John closes the distance between them, calling for a medical team with barely concealed fear in his voice as he drops down to his knees, rolling Rodney over onto his side as he presses two fingers to the side of his neck. He can feel a pulse there but it’s rapid and thready. “Rodney, c’mon buddy. You gotta wake up, hey, hey, c’mon. Wake up, Rodney.” He’s babbling, he knows that, but he doesn’t know what else to do until he hears the sound of the medical team in the hallway, sprinting toward them, Teyla and Ronon both hot on their heels. “What happened?” Beckett barks as they spill into the room and John drops back on his ass, away from Rodney so that they can work. “I don’t… I don’t know, we just got back and he said he had a stomachache but he was fine and he--.” Ronon hefts John back to his feet, as Beckett assess the situation, calling down to the infirmary to warn them of their imminent arrival as Rodney’s lifted onto the gurney, his body sickeningly limp. “Did he ingest anything off world?” He calls over his shoulder, expecting them to follow, and they do, Ronon forcing John to keep moving. “Colonel!” Carson snaps when John doesn’t immediately answer as one of the nurses places the ambu bag over Rodney’s face. “We took part in a meal with the Carneans, but we were all served the same food,” Teyla answers for John when it becomes clear that he won’t, or rather, can’t. John can’t tear his eyes away from Rodney as his chest rises and falls only because of the bag forcing air into his lungs. “Blood pressure’s dropping!” Simpson announces as the doors to the infirmary open and the last thing they hear is Beckett cursing as the doors close in their faces. --- He should’ve forced him down to the infirmary. The moment Rodney gave any indication that something was off, John should’ve marched him down here himself, but Rodney had been a pain in the ass all day and-- John had figured he’d deserved a bit of a stomachache for as much trouble as he’d almost caused and if Rodney wasn’t okay, John would--. John had no fucking idea what he’d do. They’re sitting outside of the infirmary, John’s leg bouncing nervously, head cradled in his hands with Teyla and Ronon flanking him. Others had come when word began to spread, Elizabeth and Radek, even Lorne, posted near the door. It’s unsettlingly quiet, only the muffled sounds spilling through the doors to be heard. Their vigil seems to stretch on forever. Seconds into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into--. Honestly, John has no idea how long they’ve been here. Time has no meaning in this moment and while it feels like it’s been days, after what in reality was only thirty minutes, Beckett steps out, looking more grim than John thinks he’s ever seen him, including the time that John turned into a bug. “We don’t have much time,” he says, glancing to Elizabeth. “I need permission to move him down to the Stasis pods. His condition is rapidly deteriorating and without an antidote on hand--.” “Antidote?” Ronon interrupts, hand clenched into a fist at his side. “Are you saying McKay was poisoned?” “Aye,” Beckett answers shortly. “Elizabeth, his organs have already begun to shut down at an alarmingly rapid pace. If we delay this--.” “Go,” Elizabeth says at once and Carson is gone before there’s a chance to ask anything further. John doesn’t need to know anything else though. He stands, nodding at Ronon and Teyla to go gear up and without a single word, the two turn, reading his body language clearly enough. John will be right behind them, but first he needs to make sure Rodney gets to where he’s going. The doors open again, the medical team moving at a quick pace, but John keeps up with them easily, coming to a stop only once they reach the stasis chamber. Rodney is sickeningly gray now and if John didn’t know better, he’d think he was already gone. He reaches for the other’s

hand as Beckett and one of the nurses ready the pod and he squeezes Rodney’s fingers as he leans in close to his ear, willing Rodney to hear him. “I will fix this,” he vows, lips brushing the outer shell of Rodney’s ear. “I will burn that entire fucking planet down if I have to, but I promise you, I will fix it. Hang on, Rodney. Please.” “Colonel,” Beckett says, shouldering John bodily out of the way. “Get a move on, son. The stasis pod will keep his organs from shutting down any further, but I need that antidote if there’s any hope of bringin’ him back from this.” John does not need to be told again. --- Arrens is prepared for their return. There is a group of armed men waiting at the gate, Arrens standing unapologetically behind them. John wants to blow them all to pieces as soon as the Jumper clears the event horizon but Teyla reminds him as calmly as possible that doing so will make it impossible for them to find the antidote. Instead, he touches the Jumper down and they’re out, weapons raised. “You come to our village,” Arrens booms, “attempt to desecrate our templeand return to turn your weapons upon us?” “Give us the antidote and we will leave, never to return again!” Teyla responds, neither John nor Ronon moving to lower their weapons. “We did not intend to offend your Gods; Doctor McKay had no malicious intentions.” Arren is not moved, however, but there’s another, Atton, who steps forward, maybe to act as a liaison for his people, but it’s all John needs to move. It happens so quickly, that none of the Careans have an opportunity to fire as John grabs the boy, arm around his neck as Atton struggles, hands up in surrender. “Please, Colonel Sheppard--.” “Nothin’ personal, kid,” but John’s not leaving here without that antidote. “You have five seconds to give us what we’ve come for. Do not make me ask again.” “My… my bag,” Atton struggles, but John does not hear him as his grip tightens around his throat. “Release him at once!” Arrens bellows, and he steps forward, as if to charge them but Ronon aims his weapon, finger on the trigger and the man stops. “Arrens, please,” Teyla tries, “there need not be bloodshed between our two peoples! Gives us the antidote!” Atton hits John’s wrist, struggling against him, blunt nails digging into skin and he tries again. “B… a…” And then John spots it, the tiny vial that’s tumbled from the bag dropped by the boy when John grabbed him. “Ronon!” The Satedan surges forward, grabbing it at the same time John releases Atton, who falls to his knees, gasping for air. “If he dies,” John snarls, aiming his side arm at the leader of the Careans, almost begging the man to give him a reason,“there is no place in this galaxy that you will be able to hide.” “John,” Teyla pleads urgently, trying to usher him back towards the Jumper. “We must go. Rodney is in great need.” And it’s that reminder that snaps John out of it as he backs into the Jumper, Ronon already dialing. --- Even with the antidote, they have no way of knowing if Rodney’s going to make it. The damage to his insides was extensive; his kidneys had shut down completely and Carson warns that if he wakes up, there very well could be weeks, if not months of dialysis treatments. They still have no way of knowing if there was any damage to his nervous system, and they won’t know until he wakes up. Carson speaks in hypotheticals, using if instead of when and John finds that every time he does, he wants to scream. If he’d been less pissed at Rodney, if he’d paid a little bit more attention, he could’ve caught this. The increased thirst, back on the planet, that could’ve been their first sign that something was wrong and they could’ve-- He should’ve--. Whether Rodney wakes up or not, John knows that he’ll never forgive himself for this one.

---

In the end, Rodney does wake up. He does so quietly, without fanfare, alerting at first only John when Rodney squeezes his fingers gently where they’re linked through his own. He sits up from where his head had been pillowed on the bed at Rodney’s hip and for a moment, when he sees those blue eyes staring back at him, he can’t quite breathe. “John,” Rodney rasps, voice hoarse, a bit pained. “Where… what…?” “Hey buddy,” John greets, leaning back in his chair for a split second to signal to Marie before his gaze flickers back to Rodney’s ashen face. “You’re okay. You’re in the infirmary. You’ve been here for a couple of days.” A couple of days which felt uncomfortably like an eternity. Rodney’s eyes close again and for a second, John thinks maybe he’s slipped back into unconsciousness, which Beckett had previously warned could happen, but then Rodney’s blinking up at him. “The… the energy source,” he manages. “There was… ‘m sorry.” “Hey, hey,” John says and he scoots forward in his chair and John can hear Beckett approaching, knowing it won’t be long before John’s forced to give up his seat at Rodney’s side while he’s examined. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, Rodney.” And least nothing that Rodney should be sorry for. John, on the other hand… “You’re gonna be okay though. You hear me? You’re gonna be fine, I promise.” Rodney nods and closes his eyes again, clearly exhausted from the short exchange. Beckett steps in and John starts to pull back, to let the other work, but Rodney grips his fingers again. “Stay,” he rasps and John glances at Beckett who gives a barely there nod. “Alright,” he says, settling back down into his chair. “I’m here, buddy. I’m not goin’ anywhere. I promise.”

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Someone Flirting w/ their S/o [3rd Gym]

Characters Included: Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsuro, Kenma Kozume, Akaashi Keiji & Bokuto Kotaro

Note: No one requested this :) This is happening before the game or match :) It’s not in school, but in the stadium or whatever you call those :) hope ya’ll enjoy this!

Reader’s Gender: Neutral

Warning: none

Tsukishima Kei

-Tsukishima would stare at them as a random person walk up to you and started (shamelessly) flirting with you, saying some horrible pick-up lines, which you retort back (being with Tsukishima has its perks :D). His eyes would narrow when he noticed that the person was getting close to you, too close for liking.

-He wouldn’t do anything really, he knows you can handle it. He trusts you enough to stop that person. If he’s right, he would have that shit-eating grin on his face, which scares Hinata (who was beside him), as he watches you turning away from the person. But if that person persists, then that’s the time he would intervene with the same sadistic grin on his face. He would taunt them endlessly until the person runs away while fuming mad.

-But if you’re too nice and can’t turn the person down, he’ll frown and sigh at the same time. He loves that you’re nice, yes, but its this moments that he wishes you weren’t your nice self. He would watch the scene play out first before intervening. But if the person is getting touchy too quickly, then he’ll be by your immediately with a glare and smirk on his face. 

-After that fiasco ends, he’ll ask if you��re alright and ruffles your head in whatever response you give him. He’ll make sure that you are beside Yachi all throughout the game, so he can see you. He’ll never admit to you that he was worried though, he still has his pride and reputation to keep up.

-(He might or might not give you his Karasuno jacket so people can get the idea that you’re taken :).)

Kuroo Tetsuro

-You thought this guy left you alone? No. Not a chance. Even if you’re the manager of Nekoma Volleyball Team or just a normal person to watch the match, he makes sure you’re either with him or in his sight. If he sees someone flirting with you, you better expect a rooster-headed boi by your side. 

-This guy has a shit-eating grin while also glaring at the person. He’ll strike up a friendly conversation with that person while still glaring at them. Kuroo’s hand is on your waist and he pulls you closer as he talks with the person. That person would go away either from embarrassment, frustration or awkwardness. This guy has a talent for those kind of things.

-But it doesn’t mean that Kuroo doesn’t trust you, no. He trusts you that you can handle yourself, but people who watches or plays with them? No, he’ll be by your side immediately. He knows how these people can be when they see a lonely person all by themselves, it’s better to stay safe than sorry after all :)

-Kuroo makes sure you’re in his line of vision, or if you’re their Manager, then near Coach Nekoma. This guy makes sure you’ll wear a spare Jersey of him the next match so that people can get the idea that you’re his :)

Kenma Kozume

-When he sees you getting hit by someone, he might froze and panic at what to do. I mean, have you seen this precious bby?! He’s very awkward when it comes to speaking to other people, he actually has no idea how he manage to be friends with someone like Hinata -_- So yeah, he’ll try to come up with a plan to get you out of there.

-But he might also leave you alone, you can handle yourself, right? He trusts you that you can shoo that person away so he’ll (probably) let it go for the mean time. But if he sees that the person is persistent, he’ll glare at them and pout from the distance. He didn’t want to make a fool out of himself, especially not in front of you!

-If you’re nice and couldn’t shoo that guy away, Kenma would sigh as he contemplate why on earth that Kamisama (God) gave him such a nice person. One way or another, Kuroo would get involve and get you out of the situation. 

-Kuroo probably saw the scene unfold in front of him and notice Kenma’s reaction of it, which greatly amuses him. He wants to help out right away when he notice you getting hit by someone other than him or the Team (yes, they flirt with you to get on Kenma’s nerves :3), but decided to see it play out. But after a while, he decides enough was enough and drags you away from the person and back to your (still) pouting boyfriend.

-Please hug him though, he’s still his insecure self and is terrified at the idea of you leaving him and finding someone else. Even if its embarrassing, hug him and kiss him. He needs it ;-;

-Kenma tells you to sit somewhere that is on his line of vision so that he could see you and smile at the sight of you (or if you’re their manager, he’ll turn his head just to look at you for a second to get his energy back [a freaking charger]). 

-Kuroo probably is the one who gives you a spare jersey of Kenma’s so that you can wear it to their next match. Kenma would be so surprise and embarrassed that his face is red. He knows who did this so he glares at the smirking bed-headed guy. 

-(He’s secretly thanking him though. He manage to have a memory of you wearing his jersey :3)

Akaashi Keiji

-Akaashi would be compose and calm (just like his usual self) when he notices you getting hit on by someone, Bokuto is probably the one making the whole thing a big deal. Akaashi would sigh and push Bokuto away while staring at you and the person. He trusts you that you’re able to shoo that person away though, if that happens, he wouldn’t intervene and just go along with his way.

-But if the person persists, he would probably use Bokuto to scare the person away (XD). While Bokuto scaring the guy away, he’ll tend to you and ask if you’re okay. He’ll let out a smile to you to whatever answer you give him and kiss you on the forehead before dragging a screaming Bokuto away, probably leaving you dumbfounded on what’s happening.

-But if you’re too nice to say anything to that person, he’ll intervene. He’ll calmly say something to that person (probably something that goes along the lines of, “Please excuse us.”) before dragging you away from the person. But if that person persists (”Hey! I was talking to them!” in this instance”), Akaashi would lose his cool momentarily, glaring at the person before speaking in the coldest voice you’ll ever hear him say in, “We’re leaving, (ma’am/sir).”

-That person would be frozen from his glare as Akaashi continues to drag you away. He’ll lead you to where you watch the match and give you his water if you want. He’ll ask if you’re okay or if you’re hurt anywhere (Mommy Akaashi mode :D). He’ll ruffle your head and give you his Fukurodani jacket to wear and leave you alone to win a match.

-He gives you his jacket so that everyone can see that you belong to someone from Fukurodani, mainly him. And they’ll probably get scared because Bokuto is there and can be scary if he wants to. It has a double meaning in it :)

Bokuto Koutaro 

-HE’S SCREAMING. He’ll immediately by your side and screaming at the person who’s flirting with you. Nobody flirts with his s/o >:( Bokuto will hold you tightly in his (buff) arms while he’s still angrily screaming at the person.

-If you scold him for his actions, he’ll go to his Emo mode (which made Akaashi stare at you like “what have you done?”). You better do something to lift his spirits once more! Like kiss anywhere on his face (or everywhere if you like) and say you’re proud of him. He’ll be back to your usual Bokuto that we all know and love.

-Akaashi might also scold him a bit when he sees Bokuto running to you and the person. Bokuto trusts you, yes. But that person is wayy too close for comfort! Akaashi can only sigh as he watch as Bokuto scream at the person with a dumbfounded you on his arms.

-This is better if you’re too nice to turn the person down though, but even if you can turn them down, Bokuto would be there either way. Just enjoy being in his muscular arms in the time-being :D

-He’ll give you his jacket to wear so that you won’t feel lonely while watching the match. Then he’ll give you a hug and a kiss on the lips (saying it’s a good luck charm!) before going to the court. People better not flirt with you or else they’ll have a screaming Bokuto :)

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