#its gonna be people either stood there not knowing what to do or messing up bc theyre not experienced

[eunhos]

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[bloatedandalone04]

You Made it Shine

➪the one where you’ve been feeling a bit lonely, and leon intends on making it up to you.

Warnings: first time daddy kink writer - be gentle, age gap, 18+, daddy kink obvi, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (leon just really wants to knock you up), breeding kink, swearing, scratching, biting, hair pulling, choking, y’all are f r e a k y

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Some trash reality TV show played in the background while you flipped to another page in your textbook. You had been given a fucking stupid amount of homework to do by next Monday, and you were beginning to feel stressed out about it all. 

It didn’t help that you missed your boyfriend, either. 

Leon had been very busy lately, and you only really saw him when he got in bed with you after eleven PM. 

While you didn’t know much about what he did for work, you knew it required him to be gone a lot and he had to dedicate most of his time to it. 

You huff quietly as you scribble out a word you misspelt before trying again, glancing over at your phone when it went off from its place on the floor beside you. 

Daddy 💖: Gonna be another late night, I think. I’m sorry, baby, I know you wanted to watch that new movie. I promise we’ll get to it soon. Be home in a few hours ❤️

You huff again and quickly type out a message before tossing your phone aside, knowing damn well how childish you are acting, but also not caring at all. 

I’m bored, Leon. I miss you. Let me know when you have time for me. 

As you started to read over the notes you took during your lecture earlier today, your phone went off again within seconds of you sending that last text. 

Daddy 💖: Don’t be like that, princess, I’m feeling bad enough as it is. I’ll be home soon and then we can figure out a time that works for both of us. Only a few more weeks then I’ll get to use some of my unpaid days off, and I’ll be spending every one with you. 

You bite your lip and decide not to answer, already feeling a bit bad for how you acted in your previous message to him. 

Leon worked very hard and put in more hours than most people, and you knew he got into that kind of work early on in his life. He didn’t tell you really anything about his job, but you knew he started when he was twenty one and had been in the same field ever since, now at the age of thirty three. 

You were only twenty two, and you seriously couldn’t imagine putting yourself through half the things he did, so you had to appreciate his dedication, even if just a little bit. 

After reading for a while, you ventured off to yours and Leon’s shared room and changed into a lacy, black two piece pyjama set so you could be a bit more comfortable while you studied. 

You ate a few pieces of strawberries you had cut up for lunch earlier as you skimmed through your notes, the time passing by quicker than you thought it would. 

Before long the front door was swinging open and slamming shut, and the sound of heavy footsteps were heard approaching the living room. “Baby,” Leon rasped as he stood in the doorway. 

You look up at him from your spot on the carpet, your books and pages scattered around you. “Hi,”

Leon shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto the armchair next to the door before he was slowly crouching down and meeting your eye level. “Hi,” he said back. His eyes raked over the mess of papers and the tired look on your face, his heart aching a bit at how neglected you looked. “I was worried about you.”

You leaned into his touch when he reached over and ran his knuckles along the curve of your jaw. “Why?”

“You didn’t answer my text,” he stated as his gaze dipped down to your lips. 

Shrugging, you look back at your book. “I felt bad for how I acted,”

“For how you acted?” Leon laughed quietly and moved so he is kneeling next to you. “Baby, I’m the one who cancelled our plans, again. I’m the one who feels bad.” 

You tilt your head when his chin comes to rest on your shoulder. “It’s alright,” you murmured as you felt his lips softly brush the skin behind your ear. “Work comes first. I know that.”

“Not when it comes to you,” he corrected as he moved to pull you onto his lap right there on the living room floor. “You should know that, instead.”

You were finding it hard to focus with his body pressed right up against your back, and his hands running up and down the skin of your thighs, but you played it up as if his actions didn’t faze you. 

Until he leaned in and pressed his lips to the side of your neck, moving upwards to whisper, “You look so pretty, baby,” and you just could not stop the shiver that ran through your body. “Did you wear this for me?” 

You were helpless as you nodded, glancing over at the time on your phone and seeing that Leon had only been at work for another hour before getting home, and not a few like he said. “Did you rush home for me?”

“Everything I do is for you,” he reminded you as he trailed his mouth along your shoulder blade. “Everyday, you’re on my mind, baby.”

You bite your lip as you turn your head so you can look into his annoyingly pretty eyes. Pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, you close your eyes as you lean back against him. “I missed you, daddy,”

Leon groaned and pressed a proper kiss to your mouth, slipping his hands under your shirt as he murmured, “I missed you, too, princess. Fuck, did I ever,”

You turn fully so you’re straddling his lap and grip his shoulders with your fingers. “Touch me,” you nearly begged, missing the feeling of his hands on your body after going without it for nearly two straight weeks. “Please.”

Leon cooed at your pout, reaching up to pull at your bottom lip with his thumb. “My sweet girl,” he said, more so to himself. “I haven’t been taking very good care of you, have I?”

You shook your head and pressed your knees into the carpet on either side of his hips. “No, you always take good care of me,” you promised, tangling your hands in his hair. “I just miss you.”

He nodded and placed a noisy kiss on your lips. “I’m right here, baby,” he swore as his hands drifted lower, taking the lace of your panties between his fingers and pulling it down with him. “I’ll take care of you, like I always do.” He said against your mouth as he gently lifted you up and placed you down so your back is against the papers that were scattered all over the carpet. 

They crinkle under you, but you don’t care as he pulls the lace from your body and immediately replaces it with his lips. You sigh and jolt a bit as you reach down to grip his head with one hand. “Daddy,”

Leon grunted against your core and the vibrations had you bucking up against him. “That’s right, baby,” he muttered, running the tips of his fingers along your wet folds. “You needed your daddy, huh?”

“Always,” you answer, spreading your thighs a bit more as he further delved into you. “I always need you, Leon.” 

He hummed against your clit. “I need you, too,” he promised, wrapping his free arm around your thigh and pulling your body closer to his greedy mouth. “Every single fucking day I need you. You’ve made me so damn pathetic, princess.”

You moaned and arched your back a bit, further scrunching up the notes you took. “You’re so good to me, daddy,” you nearly whisper. “That doesn’t make you pathetic. It’s so attractive, you don’t even know how hot you are.”

Leon smiled up at you in appreciation. “I bet you don’t realize how hot you are, either, sweet girl,” he says. “And you taste so fucking good, I could stay down here forever.”

It was a sight that was nearly too hot to handle. Leon hadn’t even been home for five minutes before he was going down on you, still wearing his work clothes, which consisted of black jeans, a black shirt that fit him so well and showed off his toned chest, and boots. 

You always thought he looked too hot to be going to work, but then you realized that he simply looked too hot all the time. How you managed to get him all to yourself, you’d never know, but he is somehow completely obsessed with you in every possible way. 

“That’s fine with me,” you murmur, running your fingers through his hair and looking down at him. “I’m always so wet for you.”

Leon groaned loudly and began to fuck his fingers into your greedy core. “I know, sweet girl,” he mumbled, coating his fingers in your wetness with every thrust of his hand. “You’re so sensitive. I can just look at you and you’d get wet for me.”

“I can’t help it,” you say quietly. “You’re so hot, daddy.”

“I’m not teasing you, baby,” he promised, kissing your inner thigh as he continued to move his fingers in and out of you. “Not at all. I love how much you need me and how much I turn you on. It’s the same way for me. You make me so hard, it’s painful sometimes.”

You gasp out a laugh that quickly turns into a moan when he curls his fingers in order to be able to reach your sweet spot. “Daddy,” you whined, bucking your hips up as best as you could against his firm hold. “Please.”

“I know, princess,” he hummed, fucking his fingers hard into you and loving the way your face scrunched up at the pleasure. “I know. You just need your daddy to make you come, huh?” 

“Please,” you say again, reaching down to grip his hand in yours. His other picked up the pace and his thumb brushed against your clit with every thrust. “Please.”

Leon kissed all along your thighs, never taking his eyes off your face. “I love it when you beg, baby,” he says. “But you don’t need to right now. I’m gonna get you off so good, I promise.”

“Leon,” you nearly yelled as his mouth returned to your clit. He sucked on it harshly and felt as your thighs shook a bit.  He moved down when he felt your release coat his fingers, and delved his tongue within your walls to taste you. 

“Good girl. Good fucking girl,” he praised, sliding his sopping fingers out of you and licking them clean. “You taste so good, baby. So sweet.”

You whine and pull him down on top of you. “Please, daddy,” you begged, kissing him deeply as he settled between your thighs. “I need you. Want you to fuck me so badly.” 

He tsked, bracing himself by his forearms on either side of your head. Next to where your hair is sprawled out was a sheet from the lecture you had earlier, and Leon grinned at the small amount of drool that left your lips and landed on the paper. It smudged your name and made the ink bleed a bit, but you didn’t care at all. “Look at you,” he groaned, licking up the line of salvia from your mouth to your jaw. “My smart girl, all hot and bothered for me. You want me to fuck you stupid, huh?”

“Yes,” came your instant reply. 

The sight of you was something that couldn’t even be found on the internet. You were so pure and so rare, and all his. 

You were too smart for your own good, yet he could easily get you all dumb for him and his dick. He can easily get you desperate for him. 

“Wait,” he requested, grinding against you when you whined at the word. Your whole body shook as his jeans brushed against your wet and sensitive core, and it was almost enough to have you push him away. “See? You’re not ready to get off again. Not yet.” 

He leaned in to kiss all over your collarbones and shoulders, one hand reaching down to push up your flimsy top. Your breasts spill free from the thin fabric and he moves further down in order to wrap his lips around your nipple. 

“I’ll get you ready,” he promised as he swirled his tongue around the taunt peak, his fingers moving to pinch and pull at your neglected one. “Get you all nice and ready for daddy’s dick.” 

“Mm, fuck,” you whined, raking your fingers through his hair and pulling on the light strands. “Leon…Fuck, I love you.”

He grunted against your nipple, pulling away and leaving a strand of salvia behind.  “I love you so much more, baby. My pretty girl,” he leaned back on his knees, draping your thighs over his as he slowly rocked his hips into yours. You looked so fucked out already, with your tits on full display, your thighs coated in your own release, and your lips swollen and wet. Leon had never seen a prettier sight. 

The front of his jeans quickly began to sport a damp spot from the way he rubbed against your dripping core, and he never wanted to wash them. He could live happily forever while just being covered in your sweet scent. 

You whimpered as you played with your nipples, the slow grind of his hips beginning to work you up again. Your quiet gasps and moans were music to his ears, and Leon was prepared to take tomorrow off just so he can spend the whole day eliciting more sounds from you.

The cool metal of his zipper against your heated clit had your eyes rolling back, your chest lifting up and causing your notes to become wrinkled under you. “Daddy,” you whispered, grinding up against him. He stilled his hips and let you rub against him, his eyes following the lift and drag of your core against his painfully hard dick through his jeans. 

“There you go,” he rasped, gripping your waist and giving you a sharp thrust. You moan loudly, bucking against him desperately. “You sound so sweet, baby. So good for me.” 

“Please,” you whisper. 

He pulls away and watches as your core drips with arousal, sliding down your folds and wetting your anatomy notes without a care in the world. He wanted to lick it up so badly, but refrained from doing so when he felt your gentle tugs on his shirt. 

Leon reached behind him and pulled off the tight fabric from his chest, tossing it aside to join your damp panties. 

You bite your lip and sit up, pulling off your own shirt and throwing it to the side as well. The sound of pages crumpling fills the room as you move to copy his knelt stance, your body much smaller than his and making you have to tilt your head to be able to look up at him. 

Leon reaches down and grazes your cheek with his knuckles. “What do you want, baby?”

You hum, kissing his wrist before moving up to kiss his lips. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as he deepens the kiss, his hands sliding up to tangle in your hair as his tongue explore your strawberry tasting mouth. “I wanna make you feel good, daddy,” you murmur when you pull away. 

Placing open mouthed kisses down his chest, you pause at the waistband of his jeans. You glance up at him as your fingers make work of unzipping them after pulling his belt off. 

“Let me go down on you, daddy,” you offered, pushing down his black boxer briefs and freeing him. “Let me suck you off.”

Leon groaned and tightened his grip on your hair. “You don’t have to ask, princess,” he reminded you. “You know I won’t ever pass up one of your blowjobs.” 

You grinned, gripping him tightly. “I know,” you say before wrapping your lips around him. Starting off with his tip, you run your tongue along his head before slowly taking more of him. You hollow your cheeks and take him until your nose is pressed to his pelvis bone and he is hitting the back of your throat. 

You move so you’re lying flat on your front, your hips pressed to the floor and your juices still dripping onto your homework pages. 

Leon groaned loudly, gathering your hair into a ponytail as you began to suck him off. “God, baby, you’re going to need to ask for a new page for your homework assignment,” he announced. “You’re soaking the one you have now.”

You moan around him, your eyes nearly rolling back when you feel your clit throb at his words. You clench helplessly around nothing at all, your walls pulsating with every sound that leaves his sinful lips. 

“It’s all for you,” you tell him, stroking his wet shaft with your hand as you lean forward to kiss along his abs. His body was insane and you were sure you could spend the rest of your life exploring it and never get bored of the way it felt against your hands. 

He worked out so often, his body had no choice but to tighten up in all the right places. “I know it is, sweet girl,” he mumbled. “All mine, aren’t you? Mine to take whenever I want.”

You moan embarrassingly loud at his possessive words, feeling more wetness drip from your folds. “I’m so wet, daddy,” you gasp, licking his tip once more. “I missed you so much.”

“I know, baby,” he cooed, tugging on your lip with the thumb of his freehand. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around much. I missed you, too. You need me to fuck you now, sweet girl?”

You hum, pulling off him again and stroking him with both hands. “I need it so badly,” 

Leon hummed in agreement. “Lay back, princess,” he instructed quietly. You oblige right away, sitting up only to lay on your back a few seconds later. 

“Are you going to breed me, daddy? Get me all knocked up?” You tease, knowing how badly he wanted to see you round with his baby. Being with you had unlocked so many kinks, Leon hadn’t even heard of some of them, but he knew he definitely had them. 

Leon cursed under his breath as he pulled his jeans off completely and threw them to the side. “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promised, staying in his knelt position and grabbing your thighs. He spread your legs and exposed your awaiting core, all ready and his for the taking. “Show all those college boys how badly you wanted me to knock you up.” 

You moan loudly, propping yourself up on your elbows so you can watch him coat his salvia covered dick in your wetness before easily sliding in you. Your head falls back and your chest pushes up, your nipples hard and straining against the cool air in the room. “Fuck,”

“That’s my girl,” he grunted once he was fully buried in you. “So fucking tight.” 

“Daddy,” you whine, watching as he began to slowly fuck into you. “You stretch me so good.”

Leon grunted in reply. “You were made for me, princess,” he says, draping your thighs over his again and rocking his hips into yours. “Mine from the very beginning.”

“Fuck, Leon,” you moan, the slick sound of your walls taking every inch of him filling the room. “I need you, daddy. Please.”

“How do you need it, baby?” He asked, running his hands up and down your thighs. 

“Hard,” you answer, and that was all he needed. He gripped your waist tightly and began fucking into you fast and steady, making your whole body jolt and shake with each thrust. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.” 

Your head falls back and you lay down again, reaching down to grab onto his wrists. “Like this?” He mocked under his breath, eyeing the way your tits bounced with every move he made. 

“Yes,” you moan. “Fuck yes, daddy, just like that.” 

“Good girl,” he praised, adoring how responsive you always are to him. “I’ll fuck you nice and hard, like you deserve.”

You whimper and he reaches one hand up to fondle one of your breasts, his thumb and index finger pinching your already hard nipple. Your whole body shakes a bit as he uses his other thumb to rub harsh circles onto your clit. 

It was probably too much too fast, but he knew you could take it. 

You were his sweet, cock-hungry girl, of course you could take it. 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you lay back and push away various papers, not caring about their well-being at all as you shove them away from you. 

You should have more self control. You should be studying right now and watching your dumb reality TV show, but here you are instead, splayed out and taking him so well like you always did. 

You couldn’t help it. Leon was so effortlessly attractive and he got you going without even trying. 

You missed this physical contact with him for weeks, and you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity to get off with him. 

“Feel good, baby?” He asked, drilling into you without showing any signs of stopping. “Feel full?”

“Yes,” you respond not even a second later.  “Feels so good, Leon.”

He grunted, removing his hand from your chest and sliding it upwards until his fingers were gently pressing against the base of your throat. 

At the slight blocking of your airway, your eyes light up and you grin at him. “Yes,” you moan again, wrapping your nimble fingers around his wrist. 

Leon stared down at the sight below him, his lips parting a bit as he groaned loudly. “My dirty girl, huh? Letting me do whatever I want to you. Letting me fuck you raw,” he mutters, more so to himself. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you want me to knock you up.”

You moan in response, clenching tightly around him. “Leon,”

“Yeah,” he huffed, tightening his fingers around your throat. “You want me to fuck a baby into you, don’t you? Get you all nice and pregnant?”

You both knew that he wanted that, and you did, too, but later down the road. Maybe after you graduate college. 

Leon understood that and is more than supportive of it, so he settled on fantasizing about it instead.

It was just so hard to not imagine a future where you and he start a family of your own. He couldn’t wait. 

“I want it, daddy,” you whimper, feeding into his kink. “Wanna make you feel good.”

“You do make me feel good, sweet girl,” he murmured, gripping your hips in both hands as he fucked into you hard. “You make me feel so good, wrapped around me so tightly, taking me like the good girl you are. You’re so good to me, baby.”

Your eyes roll back as you blindly reach for him. Pulling him down on top of you, your legs wrap around his waist when he moves so he’s hovering over you. 

Raking your nails down his back, you hear him inhale sharply next to your ear. “There you go,” he muttered. “Scratch me up, princess. I want it.”

You oblige and dig your nails a little deeper, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave angry red trails indented on his back. “Leon,” you gasp as you clamp down tightly around him. “Please, make me come again. I need it.”

“Come, baby,” he requested. “All over me. I want you to make it so fucking messy.”

He leaned down and gently sunk his teeth into the skin of your shoulder. His tongue soothed the small sting and your body pulsated a bit as you felt your second orgasm rip through you. “Fuck, Leon, fuck fuck,”

Your walls sucked him in impossibly deeper and each thrust of his hips was noisier than the last. The faint squelch was barely heard over your loud cries as you came harder than before, your nails digging into his shoulders. 

“Fuck yeah,” he grunted as he felt your warmth flood around him. “Good girl.”

His words set butterflies loose in your body and you cling onto him with every ounce of energy you have left. “Daddy,” you whispered, your core begging for a break but also begging for him to fill you up. “Come, please…inside me.”

Leon lets out a throaty groan as he fucked into you a few more times before stilling. He comes deep within your soaked walls, painting your core white as he fills you up to the brim. “Fuck, baby,” he rasps, pulling out slightly then slipping back inside you again.

He wanted to make sure his seed reached as deep as it could go in you, even if there was no way you could actually get pregnant right now since you’re on the pill. 

You whine a bit when he pulls out completely, replacing his dick with his fingers as he pushes his come back inside you. “Where it belongs,” he mumbles as he leans down to press a kiss to your abused core. 

You shudder a bit as he moves back up your body and wraps you in his arms. Relaxing against his chest, you let out uneven breaths as you feel his seed run down your folds and seep into your lecture notes. “Thank you,” you whisper, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw. “I really did miss you so much, Leon.”

He kisses your forehead and tightens his hold on you a bit. “I missed you, too, sweet girl,” he replied, knowing both you and he would probably wake up tomorrow with rug burn marks on your bodies. “I’m sorry for not being here very much. I promise it’ll only be a couple more weeks and then I’ll be given a break.”

“It’s okay,” you smile, giving him another kiss. “You made up for it tonight.”

-

Kind of don’t like this at all, so be gentle and lie to me if you hate it, too x

[zcinderone]

An ironically conspicuous yet never exploited(except by me as far as I can see) dot that connects everything which could be the ultimate layer of secret to unravel the true identity of Arei's murderer...

It's Levi and this is where the final piece of puzzle comes to make sense of itself: the Monotv recruiting Teruko do CAULKING scene!!!

This is such a detailed and prominant plot that so far made 0 sense as to its connection to the case. Monotv must have enlisted a helper to clean up the mess left in the gym. Since he can't even do caulking, it is 100% valid for the narrative that there are something in this mess he can't handle. This helper would have abundance of time to figure out the mechanism and took the tape. (whereas both Ace and Eden only had cursory glances at the scene also in a rather shocking and intense scenario to figure out how Nico's mystrious setup worked)

(Monotv specifically mentioning he needs help to do certain chores)

Apart from the 4 involved in Ace's case, the only one awake/available late at night was Levi(and we never know for what purpose the story writer specifically left only him awake and readily came out to check the commotion either). This connects everything.

Think about it rationally. It makes absolutely no sense for those involved in the previous case to make an imitation of their own. On paper, only 4 people knew what happened, and Nico ran off leaving the only necessary tool(tape) to replicate this. Should any of the 3 try to imitate a crime only they knew and able to replicate, they are basically yelling they're the only targets from the get-go (and isn't this what's happening right now?)which is beyond absurd. However, if a third party does exist, it changes everything, they would have everything to gain from pulling an imitation since the premise would exclude their possibility permanently.

Based on the aforementioned points, I will make a tentative prediction about one event we are likely gonna see in ep 15（or 16 depending on pacing）: A scrum debate will happen soon, concerning whether or not Ace&Eden really is the only option scope for imitation crime, for they will most certainly discuss the very reason why they imitate and promptly realized the absurdity thereof. The narrative would seem really off if they don't dabble on why, accepting imitation for the sake of imitation. Some will take the stance that such attempt would be illogical for a rational conspirator in the first place, others will insist on the lack of direct evidence of a third party.

(I just realized the dev could've intentionally let Ace kick the tape out of sight because they have much greater incentive to do so but it's very close to premiere so I won't elaborate since either way my theory itself is the same)I am basing this theory on the assumption that the tape went missing under the dialogue box cg is dev's mistake, because the tape on the ground scene always includes Ace on the ground and the moment he stood it changed which feels too abrupt and dev might just forgot to add that, and there is not a single scene that showed the tape missing without such blockade.

More importantly, there were some clues to back my assumption in the "i'm not fxxing dead!" scene. The tape is placed rather near in front of Ace, a little to our right. Yet, when he stood up he knocked Eden out to our left. It would seem shaky if we take this alone by face value as it could just be a dramatic effect, but what happened afterward is the camera itself clearly turned left to film Eden gradually standing, and turned right to focus on Ace and then turned further right to focus on Teruko, which clearly suggested the actual positioning is: Eden Ace (tape?) Teruko (tape ?) . Problem is, the tape still exitsted right before, and went missing right after Ace stood up under the Teruko "yeah i figured" dialogue box, few secs before Eden stood up, therefore her positioning would exclude her possibility of getting it. And Ace couldn't get it either since four eyes were, and the camera was mostly on him, even depicting him reaching his wound with two hands.

I think If the dev did had such meticulous intent for this hidden scene to be the key to locking the culprit, they would most likely be equally meticulous about either the tape's positioning or Ace's act to make unequivocal sense that one of them would have a clear window to obtain it, which in turn suggests they probably never had such intention to begin with.

Also, we got to consider factoring in complementary details like the starched clothes ball(Levi was the only one who mentioned being in the laundry room some time at night in ep10),Eden mentioning "someone's been following her" (I'm 100% sure this is what the dev planted to make sense of why a 3rd party could overhear Eden&Arturo&Arei event), Arei's missing glove(both Eden and Ace wears glove, Levi doesn't), enough strength to throw the rope near the ceiling(they emphasized early in one scene how high the ceiling is and eden is the smallest girl) Whit trying to make an argument about another motive Levi could have for killing Arei yet got cut off, and trying to redirect the crew's attention back to Levi's secret itself for some reason and got cut off again in ep13 11:22 12:44 (this i think is super super important and it seems only I was mentioning this). These solid details are all adding to the likelihood of Levi, and I really can't find as many other details to back Eden or Ace.

I also had a secondary theory back when ep13 dropped might worth mentioning: could the fish simply be symbolic? Sleep with the fish(godfather thingy)? Levi's background story suggests he is very likely involved in mafia conficts. J even asked him if he was "in" the mafia to which he prompt answered No. But very interestingly the dev specifically gives him a pondering "..." scene immediately after his respond to show he seemed to be thinking about the definition of his involement, then J pushed him to elaborate and he digressed.(starting from ep13 1:28) And Levi did have Italian surname.

I don't have that much confidence in this intepretation alone to begin with as I thought it is a bit old school. But since my major theory makes sense, this one doesn't seem so far-fetched anymore.

[skeletorrito]

im sorry im just obsessed w this chapter of my teen stsg fluff fic

Sunshine Days - chapter 2

Rating: T

10.7k (total)

The first time Satoru saw Suguru swallow a curse, he gagged. 

“Oh woah that’s so gross!” Satoru commented, both fascinated and disgusted. “You really have to swallow them like that?! Does it hurt?!” 

Satoru was burning with questions. Every week, he had a new question about Suguru’s curse manipulation technique. 

“What do they taste like?” “How many curses do you have in total?” “Do you ever throw them up?” 

Suguru entertained Satoru’s constant curiosity with mild amusement. It didn’t bother him because, well, it was just another excuse to talk to Satoru Gojo. 

They were entering their second year at the academy, and both boys were growing stronger and stronger day by day. Missions were in full swing, and Satoru and Suguru were always the top picks for the most dangerous missions. On day one of the semester, they were already called into Yaga’s office to discuss a mission. 

“Suguru, what’s your favorite curse?” Satoru asked as he lounged in one of Yaga’s office chairs, waiting for their teacher to return from a meeting.

“Hmmm,” Suguru contemplated for a moment. He had about two hundred and fifty curses by this point in his life, but some he used more than others. “Oh, the flying stingray.” He finally replied, nonchalantly.

“Excuse me, did you just say flying stingray?!” Satoru leaned in, his mouth open with surprise and wonder. His eyes sparkled and glittered with curiosity. “Can you ride it?!”

Suguru grinned. “I can.” 

Satoru stood from his chair, probably more excited than he’d ever been in his whole life. “You mean to tell me you’ve been holding out on me this whole time?!” Satoru gripped Suguru’s shoulders and started shaking him, which caused Suguru to chuckle. “Are you serious, Suguru, or are you messing with me?! Because either way, I definitely need to ride that stingray.”

“I’m not sure if it can hold two people, honestly…” Suguru murmured, mulling over the idea for a moment. He started thinking about how he’d even fit Satoru on the stingray with him, Satoru’s long legs would likely need to straddle him while he steered. That visual made him blush slightly. 

“Well, we’re gonna fucking find out!”

“Find out what exactly?” Yaga entered the room, his suspicious, beady eyes darting between the two of them. “Settle down, Satoru. I’ve got a mission for you boys.” 

“Damn, already?” Satoru plopped back down into the chair with a sigh, tipping the legs back dangerously. 

Yaga sat down at his desk silently and opened a manila folder containing the details of the mission. “This one’s across the bay in Chiba, located in a nearby Buddhist temple at the base of Nokogiriyama. Visitors of the temple are being terrorized by whatever cursed spirit is haunting it,” he passed both boys the report to review, “Ijichi will escort you, it’s going to be quite the trip.”

“Oh, no need for an escort, Yaga,” Satoru peered over his sunglasses at Suguru with a wide, wild grin, “We’ve got our own ride.” 

“I don’t know about this, Satoru…” Suguru trailed off, examining his pink stingray curse anxiously. It was small, really small, especially for two teens who were already breaching six feet. He could sit comfortably on it with crossed legs, but he’d never tried having a passenger with him. “What if we’re airborne and it gives out on us?” 

“Oh, c’mon Suguru, have a little faith.” Satoru walked around the stingray, checking it out with delightful inquisitiveness. Its eyes followed Satoru three-hundred-and-sixty degrees around its body, fluttering quietly about a foot off of the ground. Suguru could tell, judging by the boy’s intense stare, that Satoru was figuring out the physics of it in that magnificent brain of his. He finally gave it a gentle pat as he reasoned, “It’ll be like… sharing a bike. You sit in front and steer, and I’ll be behind you and try not to fall off. It’ll totally work.”

Suguru hesitated, hand on his chin as he considered Satoru’s suggestions. Even with their weights combined, they weren’t especially heavy. He was more concerned with being able to fit all of their limbs on the stingray. The thought of Satoru behind him so closely made him break out into a sweat. 

Satoru pushed him towards it, ushering him to get on. “Look, you sit here,” he tapped near the ray’s head. Suguru complied nervously, crossing his legs tight, trying to make himself as small as possible. The stingray dipped slightly but still hovered above the grass. “It’s a little cramped, but… if I squeeze in here…” Satoru then slipped his thin, lanky body behind Suguru, his legs bent and feet resting near the base of the wings. The ray grazed the ground just slightly before rising back up to its original resting place inches above. 

“Yes! See!? I told you it would work!” Satoru exclaimed into Suguru’s ear, totally unbothered as he settled comfortably snuggled against his teammate.

 Suguru’s back went rigid as he felt Satoru’s entire torso pressing against him. He flushed a deep red, feeling incredibly grateful that Satoru couldn’t see his face. “Don’t speak too soon, we haven’t even tried flying yet…” he murmured, setting a hand on the stingray’s head, using cursed energy to start elevating. 

The stingray jolted, nearly sending Satoru tumbling off. He yelped and grabbed Suguru’s waist suddenly for leverage. “Jeez, Suguru, at least give me a warning first!” 

Suguru himself jolted at the warm hands gripping his waist. His face grew hotter, this whole situation making him so flustered. “Sorry,” he replied sheepishly, “Just- just keep holding on, I’m going to try and get us in the air…” 

Satoru clutched him firmly as the ray escalated, slowly but smoothly, off of the ground and into the sky. They just about reached the clouds, high enough so that regular humans would only catch a glimpse of them as a speck darting across the horizon. Suguru knew that Yaga would be furious if he found out about this, they definitely omitted (lied) about this detail of the trip, but it was so hard saying no to Satoru when he flashed those big, beautiful, cyan eyes of his.

“Wooooah,” Satoru gasped in awe, looking around at the clouds with child-like wonder. “This is amazing! I’ve never been this high up before…” He peeked down through his sunglasses for just a moment, watching the earth below grow smaller and smaller. His stomach clenched with anxiety and exhilaration, a wave of adrenaline crashing over him. 

He was fully trusting Suguru Geto with his life in this moment.

And it thrilled him more than it scared him.  

A shy smile spread across Suguru’s lips. He took in a huge breath of relief, closed his eyes, and felt his back push into a firm, anchoring chest. He relaxed into the touch, his creeping guilt and shame dissipating as he just… let it all blow away with the wind whipping in his face. 

It wasn’t lost on him how incredibly intimate this felt, just the two of them in the swirling pink and orange sky, surrounded by fluffy clouds, the sun shining on their faces in the brisk, early morning. 

He peeked behind him and beamed at the expression on Satoru Gojo’s face, how stunning he looked, with his brilliantly white hair and his perfect eyes reflecting the sunrise sky, his easy grin taking in the beauty of everything around them. 

He looked like pure sunshine. 

It hurt deep within Suguru’s chest how badly he wanted to kiss Satoru. 

Right there, in the rosy sky.

It was an overwhelming, lovesick ache he’d never experienced until just now.

“Are you ready?” Suguru asked, his mauve eyes darting down for a beat to glance at Satoru’s soft lips.  

Satoru caught his stare, searching Suguru’s face for words left unspoken. His hands reached out, long arms hugging around Suguru’s middle and squeezing tight. 

He replied, softly, genuinely, “Yes. I trust you, Suguru.”  

Suguru took off, at full speed, skating across the clouds.

They beat Ichiji by a whole fifteen minutes. 

Still totally worth it. 

Satoru and Suguru peered up at the massive temple in awe, the towering, wide-flared roofs glinting with accents of pure gold under the veil Ichiji set. As soon as they stepped foot on the grounds, they felt a rumbling below their feet. 

The aura suddenly thickened, settling on both of them like a shift in gravity. 

This had to be a special-grade curse. 

The pair looked at each other, silent and wide-eyed, as the steps leading up to the temple continued to vibrate with each stair they climbed. Whatever cursed spirit was in that temple sensed them and it was furious. 

They split, Suguru peeling off to the side of the temple to check for another entrance. Satoru was more of the head-on, confrontational type, anyway. He swung the large, embellished doors wide open. 

He was immediately faced with an opalescent, serpent-like dragon twisting itself around a temple pillar. The curse stretched at least a hundred feet long as it spiraled up to the ceiling. Its angry roar shook the entire temple as it witnessed Satoru’s presence, yellow eyes spinning angrily, locking on and preparing to swoop in for an attack.

 “Suguruuuu, I think I found a new Pokémon for you to catch,” Satoru sang, his Infinity blocking the creature’s first attack. He still felt the quake of the curse’s impact under his feet. This thing was clearly powerful and sturdy. The barrier only made the rainbow dragon angrier, the rebound slamming its body into the temple walls. It screeched an ear-curdling scream, the entire infrastructure rattling. 

“Let’s make this quick before the whole place goes down,” Suguru appeared from behind the temple’s gigantic Buddha statue and summoned his ginormous hookworm curse from underneath. It shot up, managing to rake off a few shiny scales with its teeth, but the dragon was too fast and its skin too hardy. It slid through the hookworm’s grasp easily and ascended to safety. 

Both boys gasped, watching in amazement as the dragon circled around the temple’s tall ceiling, evading Suguru’s curse attacks with grace and precision. 

“Oh hell yeah, this thing is awesome!” Satoru exclaimed as he strolled to the middle of the temple floor. His neck craned upward as he slipped off his sunglasses and tucked them on his head. He examined the curse with a wide grin, taking in every detail of this terrifying cursed spirit with no fear. The dragon was too smart to strike again and risk rebounding; it instead seemed to focus on gaining distance and defending its birthplace by staying close to the perimeter. Unlike most cursed spirits, this appeared to act like a wild, territorial animal, protecting the temple and scaring off any man who dared to enter. 

Satoru glanced over to Suguru, who was already standing above black pools of tentacle-like curses, as he commented, “We’re totally riding this one home, Suguru.” 

Suguru smirked, replying, “Yaga’s gonna kill us if he finds out.” 

He locked eyes with Satoru, confirming the plan of attack. They weren’t telepathic, by any means, but in battle together they were two pages out of the same book. After countless missions together, fighting side-by-side for all of them, one always knew what the other was thinking. 

“Nah, he won’t. We’re the strongest they got.” Satoru smirked back, giving Suguru a playful wink. 

Together, they moved in sync. Suguru commanded the numerous cursed tentacles to stretch into the air as Satoru used Blue to pull the cursed spirit toward them. It strained as it fought against the gravitational pull, thrashing and digging its claws into the temple walls, until Suguru’s tentacles were within reach to bind it. Suguru anchored himself to the floor using his curse, bracing himself against the insurmountable power of Satoru’s technique. His arm stretched out, ready to absorb the cursed spirit, swirling energy on his palm. The dragon shrieked again, echoing through the temple. It was inches away from his grasp. “Almost!” he shouted against the whipping winds of Blue. 

The back wall of the temple collapsed in suddenly. Satoru took a quick step in front of his teammate to block the flying debris using his Infinity, doing his best to extend it as wide and as flat as he could like an impenetrable shield. He poured all of his cursed energy into dragging the heavy, writhing dragon down and protecting them, sweat flicking off his brow. Suguru was behind, exerting as much energy as he could muster into his curses and his absorption. 

Just a few more seconds… Just a few more inches…

Until everything clicked into place. 

“Got it!” Suguru shouted out. The beast roared violently as it started disintegrating, breaking off piece by piece and joining the whirlpool of energy on Suguru’s palm. Satoru held Blue until the entire curse was contained into a stormy globe. He dropped everything, debris and shards of wall finally falling to the floor with a few seconds delay. 

“Holy shit that thing felt like it was made of lead!” Satoru exclaimed as he collapsed on an unscathed meditation bench. He was exhausted, his energy depleted significantly after the battle. Releasing a heavy sigh, he brought his sunglasses to his eyes as he lounged across the bench.

“I know, right?” Suguru agreed, “Makes you wonder how it was formed in the first place…” Suguru examined the curse ball in his palm before shoving it in his mouth, wincing at the taste as he swallowed it whole. He plopped onto the bench alongside Satoru, slumping and leaning his hand on his chin. “I might need a break to summon it, I’m exhausted.” 

 Satoru comically scooted himself down the length of the bench until he was resting his head on Suguru’s thigh. “Play with my hair while I nap,” he requested in a murmur. 

Suguru laughed, shooting an incredulous look at his friend. “Are you joking?” Satoru peered up at Suguru over his sunglasses. Oh, no, he’s serious. Suguru started, carefully, “Satoru… isn’t that a little-” 

“What, best friends can’t play with each other’s hair?” Satoru defended, a small flush spreading across his cheeks, “We clearly need some rest and we’ve got time to kill before we ride back.” 

Satoru flashed his big, blue, puppy-dog eyes, not that Suguru needed much convincing anyway, and Suguru sighed. “Fine, fine. Such a princess…” he muttered. He gingerly threaded his fingers into Satoru’s fluffy, snowy white hair, so soft and thick.

Satoru was immediately transported back to his childhood when his many nannies would stroke his hair to coax him to sleep. It was so soothing and nostalgic to feel Suguru pet his head like this. “Just gimme like… fifteen minutes, okay?” He said with a hum, eyes closing contentedly as Suguru’s fingers grazed his scalp. Satoru was out in a matter of minutes, easily slipping into slumber on his trusted friend’s lap.

Suguru could have easily spent hours like this, spending an equal amount of time watching Satoru sleep peacefully and admiring the vast temple they were in. As he mindlessly stroked, he finally had a chance to take a good look around. Even with the rubble and destruction, it was gorgeous. The walls stretched on and on, accented with rich reds and glinting gold murals of Siddhartha Gautama and his journey to enlightenment. Miraculously, the giant, gold Buddha statue still stood tall behind the collapsed wall. He closed his eyes, focusing on steadying his breath and nothing else in the world besides his hand in Satoru Gojo's hair.

 

Satoru finally stirred from his slumber nearly an hour later. Suguru was still in the same position as before, losing track of time as he meditated with his fingers in Satoru’s hair. Satoru let out a big yawn, sitting up and stretching. “Damn, I needed that. How long was I out?” 

“An hour, I think.”

“An hour !? You could have woke me up! What the hell were you doing for an hour?” 

Suguru shrugged, “Meditating.” Satoru gave him a deadpan expression. “Oh, I got rid of Ichiji, too. He thinks we’re taking the train home tonight,” he added, smirking. To avoid raising suspicion, Suguru called Ichiji not long after Satoru fell asleep to sweet-talk him into leaving. According to Suguru, they were going to “sight-see” in the area since the mission wrapped up so quickly and they’d take the train back to Tokyo tonight. Ichiji bought this lie immediately and reported back to the academy. Suguru’s curse manipulation technique always fell second to his ability to talk himself out of a situation, his charisma and charm its own jujutsu entirely. 

Satoru laughed and smiled, “Nice! Now we have the whole day to chill.” He turned towards his teammate. “Alright, Suguru, it’s your turn.” 

“Huh?”

Satoru patted his lap as he clarified, “I’m not greedy, I’ll return the favor.” 

Suguru eyebrows knitted together. “I don’t really nap well, you know that.” Though he’d be lying if he said didn’t think about Satoru stroking his hair. 

“Well, that’s because you’ve never had Satoru Gojo playing with your hair. C’mon, just lay down. If you fall asleep, awesome, and if you don’t, you still get to relax.” 

Suguru smiled, conceding and resting his head on Satoru’s thigh. He blushed, his gaze resting on the temple ceiling. Were his daydreams of romantic moments, such as these, with Satoru Gojo finally coming to fruition? His shallow crush only deepened over the time they grew close, but never once did he expect it could be reciprocated. 

At least, not until today. 

“It sounds like you just want an excuse to play with my hair,” he teased. 

“Well, you do have great hair, Suguru,” Satoru replied with a grin as he pulled the elastic from Suguru’s bun, allowing his charcoal hair to spill onto Satoru’s lap. “It’s getting long!” He pulled his fingers through to splay its full length. 

Suguru’s eyes fluttered closed as he commented, “Thank you. I’m letting it grow out.” Satoru wasn’t lying, it was extremely soothing having Satoru run his fingers through his hair. He fell silent, a small smile spreading across his face. 

It had been over a year of Satoru secretly longing to touch Suguru’s hair again. The time Suguru spent the night in his dorm, and his curiosity got the better of him, nearly changed his life. He couldn’t stop obsessing over it, his fingers itching every time he saw Suguru fix his bun. It was still so silky and beautiful as it fell through his fingers. For having such an excitable personality, he had a surprisingly gentle touch as he caressed Suguru’s locks.

“I admit, this is nice…” Suguru practically purred, sighing happily. He was definitely growing sleepy, allowing himself to let go and lean into the feeling of Satoru playing with his hair. 

“See? Now go to sleep.” 

Suguru did end up drifting off, but only for about thirty minutes. He awoke to two luminescent, ocean eyes staring right at him and jolted. “Jeez, Satoru, you scared the shit out of me.” He moved to sit up, but Satoru’s fingers were still tightly entwined in his hair. 

“Oh, sorry,” Satoru replied sheepishly, flushing and looking away. He pulled his hand back quickly so his friend could get up. 

Suguru stood and stretched his arms and back. He felt better, a lot better actually, his energy replenished. “I guess we can go, I can summon the- hey, where’s my hair tie?”

“Oh I lost it, sorry.” 

He lied. It was in Satoru’s pocket.

Suguru squinted at him, giving him a scrutinizing look. “You’re lying.” 

“Swear I’m not.” Satoru lifted his hands as if he was being interrogated by the police. 

“Guess we need to call Ichiji, then…” Suguru started with a mock sad tone, pouting and grabbing his phone from his pocket. “It’s not safe to fly with hair in my face.” He opened the phone, his thumb over the call button. 

Satoru groaned and rolled his eyes, shoving a hand in his pocket. “Oh, look at that, I found it. Oops, my bad,” he said sarcastically and flicked it over to Suguru. 

Suguru rolled his eyes back, muttering “Idiot” under his breath, and quickly tied his hair up in a tight bun. He strolled outside of the temple to find an open space to summon his new curse and Satoru trailed along. 

The rainbow dragon appeared out of a swirling mass of black energy, resting docilely on the grass near the temple. He was monstrously large up close, the top of his head alone big enough for both boys to lay down and spread out. Along its head and back was a soft mane. 

“This is such an upgrade!” Satoru exclaimed excitedly, placing his hand on the beast’s nose. It snorted, the dragon’s hot breath falling fluttering his hair. It still amazed him to see a once fearsome, aggressive enemy suddenly become Suguru’s house pet. His best friend had an amazing technique, there was no denying it. 

They clambered up onto the massive dragon, settling on the beast’s head in the middle of its horns. It certainly was an upgrade, the beast’s fluffy mane was comfortable and easy to grip onto. They were able to sit side-by-side. Suguru locked eyes with Satoru before placing a hand on the dragon. “Let’s go,” he commanded. It darted off faster and smoother than the stingray. Being in the sky with the beast felt like floating on a cloud, soft fur cushioning their legs as they soared. 

They weaved through clouds, dipped down to skate just above the ocean, and twisted around the entire island for hours. The pair rode around on the majestic dragon like it was a personal rollercoaster. Their cheeks started hurting from how much they were smiling, laughing, and screaming.

The pair lay on the rainbow dragon’s mane, side by side, staring up at the stars together. They hovered just outside of the academy grounds, the night sky clearing of clouds just in time for stargazing. 

“I think… yeah, this is definitely the best day of my life so far,” Satoru commented, a lazy grin on his face. 

Suguru looked over at him, admiring how his eyes reflected the night sky, creating two murky blue galaxies. “Oh yeah? Me too," he agreed with a smile.

“Besides that day you showed up to my door totally trashed, of course,” Satoru added with a laugh, sticking his tongue out.

Suguru pouted playfully, “Hey, ruin the moment, much?!” He laughed and gave Satoru a little shove, adding, “I must have really embarrassed myself then. I still don’t even remember anything. What did I even do?”

Satoru flushed a little. Unlike Suguru, his memory of that day was vividly clear. It altered his brain chemistry permanently and gained him his first best friend, too. “Oh, you were just being you, but more… silly, I guess. You gave me those sick sunglasses, too.” 

Suguru beamed, replying, “I’m glad you like them, Satoru. They really suit you.” 

Satoru’s flush deepened. He was thankful it was dark (and also for Suguru's normal eyes). He stretched out his arms, his hand grazing his friend’s gently. Heart hammering in his throat, he reached out a little more, clasping his hand around Suguru’s. 

Suguru looked down, then up at Satoru with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. He froze for a moment, then softened, his fingers gently slipping between Satoru’s. They lay silently for minutes, staring up at the stars with faces blushing, hearts racing, and fingers intertwining. 

They’re both thinking the same exact thoughts, fighting and struggling against the same exact bubbling embarrassment and shame keeping them from what they truly, desperately wanted and needed. 

I really want to kiss you.                       

                                          I really want you to kiss me. 

Finally, Suguru broke the silence, “Is this… something best friends do, Satoru?” 

Satoru took a quiet minute, swallowing nervously. How was Suguru the only person to make him feel anxious, out of everyone else in the world?

He looked at Suguru, a lovesick ache in his throat as he said, “Yeah. I like it.” 

Suguru smiled coyly in response. He squeezed his hand gently. 

“I like it too.”

Loveee these boys

Here's the rest:

[haveihitanerve]

Wayne Men For Life

“This isn't fair.” Jason complained for the fifth time. “Dick doesn't have to go to some stupid rich people party.” Bruce grinned, fixing his sons tie. “The horror you must now face.” Jason scowled. “Its not funny Bruce!” the 13 year old pouted. Bruce chuckled, standing and reaching out to tousle his kids hair. “Jay bird, buddy, dick had to go to so many of these things when he was your age. And before that. Be happy you only have to go to three this year. Dick would already have been at twelve at this point and have fourteen more in his future. You don't.” he tweaked jason's nose. Jason frowned. “Still not fair.” he muttered. Bruce chuckled, shaking his head. “To you, probably not. Dick must find it even more unfair.” Jason just scowled at the carpet. “Hey. Bud, look at me.” Bruce squatted in front of his charge. “Just do this one night, only two hours, okay? Then we can buy ice cream and watch movies until sunrise aright?” Jason lit up like a firecracker. “Really? Benny's ice cream?” Bruce laughed, standing and swinging his son onto his hip. “Of course! Like i would buy any other!” Jason smiled too. Bruce swung his son in a circle before throwing him up in the air and catching him again. Jason giggled. “Master Bruce!” Alfred reprimanded, walking into the parlor. “You will get Master Jason's suit messed up! Along with your own.” Bruce waved him off, swinging jason onto his shoulders. “Thats alright alfie. I don't mind. Jay bird doesn't either, do you Firecracker?” “nope!” Jason called, beaming. Bruce laughed and Alfreds lips twitched in a smile. “Very well. But i do believe the public might.” Bruce could almost feel Jason wilt on his head. Alfred noticed it too, but it was to late. And besides, he was right. Bruce sighed, gently lifting jason off his shoulders and placing him on the ground. “Alrighty bud. Heres what we’re gonna do alright?” He tipped jason's chin up so the young boy was looking him in the eye. “You're gonna cough really loudly when the chauffeur comes to pick us up, okay? And then ill pretend to really worried and touch your forehead and say you're burning up, and then alfred will take you inside and ill go to the Gala. You can stay here with Alfie and watch some movies and ill be back soon. Okay buddy?” Jason sniffed. “What?” “i believe, Master Jason, what your father is trying to say, is that you should pretend sick to not have to go to the ‘rich people party.”’ Bruce smiled in thanks at his butler. Jason frowned. “But- then you'll go alone.” Bruce smiled. “Thats okay bud. I've been to these before.” he made a throw away hand gesture. Jason nodded. “Okay. But hurry back.” Bruce laughed, leaning to hug his son. “I will. Be good for alfred. And eat some ice cream for me.” he winked and stood, tousling jason's hair one last time. “See ya kiddo.”

“Hey jay bird, no gala after all?” Jason looked up to see his older brother standing in the doorframe, wiping his hands on a towel, shirtless and sweaty. Jason shook his head. “No. Pops said i should fake sick and went without me. What have you been doing?” he looked over at dick who came over, stretching out on the couch. “Training.” Dick answered, closing his eyes. “For what?” jason asked. Dick cracked a smile. “Nothing. Just staying fit. Dad did build an entire jungle gym for me when he took me in. So i figured id try it out again. Try to keep my mind off tonight you know?” He shrugged, sitting up and wiping his face. Jason's brow furrowed. “Why keep your mind off tonight? WHats tonight?” Dick shrugged again. “Just the Gala. But its the first one i wont be attending since Bruce took me in. It feels, kinda weird. Don't get me wrong, i hated those things,” he laughed. “But, a part of me will miss being at Dads side all night, being fawned over.” he laughed again, but it was sadder. Jason frowned. “The first? Didn't pops ever offer for you to fake sick?” Dick nodded. “Oh yeah. All the time. But i never accepted. I always wanted to go with him anyway. Even if i hated the galas.” he shrugged. Jason looked over at the now melted bowl of ice cream he had set out for Bruce. He had planned on eating it, so he could eat some ice cream for his father the way Bruce had said to, but hadn't in the end. “Is it-” he hesitated. Dick looked at him. “Is it what Chum?” Jason looked at his older brother. “Is it too late to go now?” Dick smiled.

“Yes yes, thank you.” bruce smiled cheerfully at the group of people who passed then turned and his face immediately dropped. He was so damn tired. He was glad jason had decided to stay home, the Gala was even more boring than usual. Selina hadn't showed up either, so the night was looking drab for Bruce. “Omg, who is that?” Voices started to pick up but bruce ignored them, choosing instead to grab a refreshment. He hated the drama and gossip that flowed at Galas, although it was always good to be informed. Sighing, he turned to where everyone was looking, and almost dropped his drink.

“Dick.” Jason whispered out of the corner of his mouth. “They're all staring.” Dick flashed an easy smile at the guests, resting a hand on Jason’s shoulder. “Let them stare. You are a Wayne. They have every reason to.” Jason had known he was adopted. It had been a whole court deal. And Bruce called him son and everything. But, strangely, having dick just casually mention that he was now a Wayne, along with Bruce and him, it just made him feel so much more accepted. Made the whole thing real. Jason straightened. “Yeah.” he said confidently. “Okay.” They made their way down the stairs to the main room and Jason tried not to listen to the whispers that followed them. “Oh my gods, are those the Wayne brothers?” “holy shit Grayson got hot.” “aw, look at the new charity case.” Jason's ear burned at the last comment and Dicks hand on his shoulder tightened but he didn't turn around. Jason kept his head up and his stride confident. Until he spotted Bruce. Bruce was gaping at them, but the pure elation on his face had Jason breaking away from dick and running to him, throwing himself in bruces arms. “Hey buddy!” bruce greeted, hugging him tight. “What are you doing here?” “Got tired of icecream.” jason murmured into bruces suit. Bruce laughed, tousling his hair. “Well, im glad you came. This party was getting boring without my favorite people.” Jason smiled and heard dick laugh as the older boy came nearer. “Hey B.” Bruce smiled, one arm hugging his oldest son. “Hey chum. Nice suit.” Dick grinned. “Thanks.” Bruce nodded to jason, who still had one arm wrapped around his leg. “I see you thought Jason could use the wardrobe change as well?” he asked dryly. Dick chuckled. “You know old man.” Bruce rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Thank you.” he said softly. Dicks grin faded into something softer. “It didn't feel right?” Dick said, but it was more of a question. Bruce shook his head, wrapping an arm around dicks shoulders. “No. It didn't. But,” he smiled, reaching down to place a hand on jason's shoulder. “Now it does.” Dick smiled as well. “Yes. Now it does.” “Wayne Boys for life right Pops?” Jason asked, grinning up at Bruce. Bruce choked on air. “Where’d you hear that?” he asked, but dick winked at him. “Right Jay bird. Wayne Boys for life.” “men.” Bruce corrected. “Please. Wayne Men, for life.” Dick laughed, wrapping his arm around Bruce. “Alright old boy. Wayne Men.” the three of them grinned at each other. “Wayne Men for life.” 

[realityjoey]

MOVING DAY (RILEY ANDERSON MC x EVAN BUCKLEY)

Evan Buckley stood in the middle of their new living room, arms crossed and a small smirk tugging at his lips. Riley Anderson was next to him, eyeing the large, blank wall in front of them, a roll of wallpaper dangling loosely from her hand. Boxes littered the floor, half-unpacked, filled with books, decor, and remnants of their old apartments. Their new space was full of potential, but for now, it was a chaotic mess.

“Alright, boss. Where do we start?” Buck teased, nudging Riley gently with his elbow.

Riley rolled her eyes, her thick Northern accent slipping out more when she was in work mode. “First of all, you’re doing the heavy lifting. And second, you don’t get to call me boss, Buckley. Not when you’ve been hiding that awful lamp in one of these boxes.”

Buck laughed, unbothered by the jab. “That lamp is a classic. You’re gonna love it once you see it in all its… weird, wobbly glory.”

Riley shot him a look, but there was a playful glint in her eye. She couldn’t resist teasing Buck—it was practically their love language. “If that thing’s going anywhere, it’s the bin.”

With a mock-wounded expression, Buck sighed dramatically. “Fine. But only if you admit that you need my help with the wallpaper.”

Riley bit her lip, glancing back at the wallpaper roll in her hand. “I don’t need your help, but it’ll be faster if you do what I say.”

“Ah, so I’m the assistant now? Got it.”

Buck grabbed a chair and moved it to the center of the room. He stood up on it, reaching for the ceiling where the wallpaper would start. Riley positioned herself next to him, carefully holding the end of the roll, her fingers brushing his thigh as she worked. Buck didn’t miss the opportunity.

“You know, we could just stop now, order pizza, and leave this for tomorrow,” Buck suggested, his voice dropping just a bit as his eyes lingered on her.

Riley shot him a quick glance, her lips twitching with a smile, but she stayed focused. “Oh, no, you don’t. We’re finishing this wall if it kills me.”

Buck chuckled, but he couldn’t help admiring her determination. She was always the one to take charge when things needed doing, and in a way, it balanced out their relationship. Riley kept him grounded, and he made her laugh, pulling her out of her head when she needed it. They were good together—better than either of them could’ve imagined when they first started dating.

As they worked, hours slipped by. The wallpaper was harder to align than either of them had anticipated, leading to plenty of lighthearted bickering and more than a few laughs. Buck’s attempts to smooth the paper down were clumsy, and Riley’s patience was tested when she caught him using the wrong brush for the third time.

“How did you survive as a firefighter for this long with such terrible coordination?” she teased, standing on her tiptoes to fix his work.

Buck leaned down, his face inches from hers, his breath warm against her skin. “I save people, not walls.”

Riley tried not to smile, but Buck’s charm was disarming. “Just hold still for a second, will you?”

He did as she asked, but his eyes stayed locked on her, watching the way her brow furrowed in concentration, the way a strand of hair fell loose from her ponytail. He reached out and gently tucked it behind her ear, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

“Are you ever not distracting?” Riley muttered, though there was no heat in her words.

“Not when you’re around,” Buck replied, his voice soft, almost tender now. “You’re too easy to mess with.”

Despite herself, Riley blushed. She was always better at hiding her feelings than Buck, but moments like this reminded her just how much he could get under her skin—in the best possible way. She finished smoothing out the wallpaper, finally satisfied with their work.

“There,” she said, stepping back to admire their handiwork. “Not bad, huh?”

Buck jumped down from the chair and stood beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist as they both looked at the freshly decorated wall. “I think we make a pretty good team.”

Riley leaned into him, her body relaxing against his. “Yeah, we do.”

For a moment, they stood in silence, soaking in the feeling of finally settling into a place that was truly theirs. It had been a long time coming—moving in together. After three years of dating, after all the ups and downs, this was the next step. The apartment wasn’t just a place to live; it was the beginning of their shared future, one they had both wanted for a long time.

“You realize,” Buck said after a while, breaking the silence, “this is the first time we’ve actually had our own space. No roommates. No shared walls with weird neighbors. Just… us.”

Riley smiled, her head resting against his chest. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Buck murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Really good.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking, hanging up pictures, and arranging furniture. Buck, true to his word, handled most of the heavy lifting, while Riley meticulously planned out every corner of the apartment. It wasn’t long before the space started to take shape, each piece of furniture and decoration reflecting a blend of their styles.

As evening settled in, they collapsed onto the couch, exhausted but content. Riley curled up beside Buck, her legs draped over his lap, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

“You hungry?” Buck asked, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on her arm.

“Starving,” Riley replied with a sigh. “But I can’t move. You?”

“Same.” He grinned. “How about that pizza I mentioned earlier?”

Riley nodded, already half-asleep against his shoulder. “I suppose you’ve earned it.”

Buck chuckled softly, reaching for his phone to order. They sat in comfortable silence, the glow of the setting sun filtering through the windows, casting a warm, golden light across their new home.

“Hey, Riley,” Buck said quietly after a moment.

“Yeah?”

He turned his head to look at her, his expression softer than she’d seen all day. “I’m really happy we did this. Moving in together.”

Riley smiled, her heart swelling at his words. “Me too, Buck. Me too.”

They exchanged a look, one filled with love and understanding, before Buck leaned down and kissed her—slow and tender, like the promise of everything they still had ahead of them.

The future was bright, and in that moment, in their cozy, half-finished living room, surrounded by boxes and unpacked memories, it felt like home.

A few weeks after moving in, Riley Anderson and Evan Buckley were ready to show off their newly decorated apartment. The wallpaper had been fixed up, the furniture perfectly arranged, and even Buck’s questionable lamp had found a quiet corner where it wouldn’t disrupt Riley’s carefully cultivated aesthetic.

Now, their home was ready for its first test: hosting the 118 for dinner and drinks.

“Are we sure this was a good idea?” Riley asked as she set down the last of the plates on their dining table, glancing nervously at the space around her. It still felt strange, having a place that was truly hers—hers and Buck’s—after years of apartment hopping and barely unpacking before moving again.

“It’s going to be fine,” Buck reassured, popping a bottle of wine open with a practiced twist. He poured a glass for Riley before filling his own. “We’ve been over to everyone else’s place plenty of times. Now it’s our turn to show off.”

Riley sipped her wine and shot him a wry smile. “I’m not sure they’re coming over to admire our interior design skills. More like to see if your crazy lamp survived the move.”

Buck chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Hey, you said it could stay.”

“Yeah, well, it’s in a corner. If it stays there, I can pretend it doesn’t exist.”

He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “You love it.”

Riley rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at her lips. The truth was, she loved their place. It felt like them. And more than that, she loved the life they were building together.

Before Riley could get lost in thought, there was a loud knock at the door, followed by the unmistakable chatter of their team outside. Buck shot her a look, his eyebrows raised, and Riley smirked, setting her wineglass down.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Always,” Buck grinned, walking over to open the door.

As soon as he pulled it open, Hen, Chimney, and Eddie poured inside, all talking at once, their voices overlapping in a familiar, comforting way.

“Buckley! Finally decided to let us see the place, huh?” Chimney quipped, immediately looking around. “Riley, you’ve got my condolences for whatever questionable design decisions this one forced on you.”

Riley chuckled, hugging Chimney as he stepped inside. “I fought most of his crazy ideas off. But… there’s still the lamp.”

“I knew it,” Eddie said with a mock-sigh, shaking his head as he walked in, giving both Riley and Buck a warm hug. “That thing’s probably indestructible.”

Hen grinned, stepping up last, pulling Riley into a tight embrace. “Well, the place looks amazing. You guys did a great job. I’m just happy to see you two settling in.”

“Thanks, Hen,” Riley smiled, feeling her usual nerves settle in the presence of her team. “It’s still sinking in that this is ours.”

They all wandered into the living room, admiring the place in their own way. Eddie walked around quietly, nodding appreciatively at the decor, while Chimney made dramatic commentary about every little thing. Hen kept Riley by her side, offering genuine praise for the design and how well they had blended their styles.

Buck, always the host, started passing out drinks, pulling beers from the fridge and pouring more wine for those who wanted it. The atmosphere quickly turned into the easy, comfortable chaos that always followed when the 118 were together.

As everyone sat around the dining table, plates full of food Riley and Buck had prepped earlier in the day, the teasing began.

“So,” Chimney started, glancing between Buck and Riley with a grin, “how’s it been living together? No major blowouts yet?”

Buck laughed, but Riley could already see the teasing glint in his eyes. “Not yet. But there’s still time, right, babe?” he teased, nudging Riley.

Riley, used to his antics by now, just smiled sweetly. “Well, Buck still can’t cook without making a mess, and I’ve had to confiscate at least three of his random gadgets from cluttering up the kitchen, but other than that, we’re surviving.”

The table erupted in laughter, and Chimney raised his glass. “I’ll drink to that.”

Buck, ever the joker, leaned forward, catching Riley’s eye. “What can I say? I’m just trying to keep things interesting. Wouldn’t want you getting bored.”

Riley shot him a look, her lips quirking up. “Trust me, Buck, boredom isn’t the issue.”

Eddie grinned, glancing between the two. “It’s good seeing you two in your own space. Feels… right, you know?”

Hen nodded in agreement, a warm smile on her face. “You’ve both come a long way. I still remember when you were hiding this relationship from the rest of us. Buck could barely keep his eyes off you back then.”

Riley blushed, though she quickly tried to hide it by taking a sip of wine. Buck, on the other hand, grinned, clearly proud. “What can I say? She’s impossible not to look at.”

“You were so obvious, Buck,” Chimney added with a laugh. “We all knew something was up long before you two admitted it.”

Riley rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t help the smile spreading across her face. “You might have known, but Buck was surprisingly good at keeping things under wraps. Mostly.”

Buck leaned back in his chair, a content smile on his face as he watched the banter unfold. He loved these moments—when the team was together, when Riley was at his side, when everything felt like it was in its place.

The evening wore on, filled with more drinks, more laughter, and plenty of teasing. They shared stories from calls, joked about Buck’s clumsiness, and even reminisced about the early days of Riley joining the 118.

At one point, Eddie stood up, glass in hand, and tapped it with a fork, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Alright, I don’t normally do this kind of thing,” Eddie began, his voice serious yet warm, “but I just want to say how happy I am to see you two like this. Buck, you’re like a brother to me, and Riley, you’ve become family just as much as anyone else here. You guys have been through a lot, and seeing you settle down like this… it’s pretty special. So here’s to your new home, and the life you’re building together.”

The table erupted in cheers and clinks of glasses, and Buck’s eyes met Riley’s across the table. There was a quiet understanding between them, a sense of belonging, of having found something more than just a home—they had found a family.

As the night wound down and the team began to trickle out, hugs and goodbyes were exchanged. Hen pulled Riley aside for a quick word, her hand resting gently on her arm.

“You two are good together,” Hen said softly, her eyes filled with warmth. “I’m really happy for you, Riley.”

“Thanks, Hen,” Riley replied, feeling the emotion welling up in her chest. “That means a lot.”

When the door finally closed behind the last of their guests, Buck turned to Riley, pulling her into his arms. “Well, that went better than I expected,” he murmured, his voice tired but happy.

Riley leaned into him, her head resting against his chest. “Yeah, it did. Feels good, doesn’t it? Having everyone here, sharing this place with them.”

Buck smiled, his hand gently rubbing her back. “Yeah, it really does.”

They stood there for a while, just holding each other in the quiet of their now-empty apartment. The place still smelled like dinner, the remnants of their night scattered across the table, but all Riley could think about was how lucky she felt.

It wasn’t just the apartment. It wasn’t just Buck, though he was a huge part of it. It was the life they were creating, the family they had found in their team, and the future that felt bright and full of promise.

“Home,” Riley whispered softly, more to herself than to Buck.

Buck tightened his hold around her, kissing the top of her head. “Yeah. Home.”

[everybody-loves-purdy]

The thing is, they've really narrowed it down to 3 (arguably 2 because I genuinely don't think at any point have they honestly considered making it mothwing its just that shes the medicine cat and the only well established character so inherently important to this narrative about riverclan from a med apprentice's pov) options, and while there's a timeline out there where I could believe Frostpaw to bwcome leader... it really doesn't feel like this is it?

She's so far not showing ANY leader qualities in this, the final book, where you would think that's what they would do after she's gone on so many journeys. They had all of last book where they didn't seem to really know what to do to also establish it. And last book instead actually spent time... reestablishing her as a medicine cat? Unless this book throws out everything they've established so far and wastes her journey and has riverclan themselves choose her in a moment of bravery, I don't see her becoming leader.

The only realistic out of left field pick at this point is Dusk, though, and she is shown to be extra old and conservative, but I can see them pulling a character arc out of nowhere for her in this book since we haven't spent much time with her but have established her as existing.

I don't know if Icewing going away was so they could establish her as a character in ivypool's heart to make people root for her more and they just didn't think of the timeline, but I do think the preview has established this last book is likely going to be fast paced. (But they say the cats are only going to be gone a few days idk if thats another miscommunication between authors or setting up for the clans to worry about them not returning) or if it was to remove her from the picture? I think she'll be deputy if nothing else. I think she's the cat that they want us to think will be picked but the journey feels like it's removing her as an option.

I think that prologue, if the last chapter of last book didn't, and the comments about him so far have thoroughly established they arent gonna pull anything to say splashtail is the best option her just had to get over a bumpy beginning, though. Thats not actions they typically let cats recover from and theyre already saying he's just evil.

And the rest of riverclan have become the scared masses so unless a cat suddenly rises drom their rank I think all riverclan cats stoll in camp are being dismissed as options. Theyve certainly made sure it feels like frostpaw would never choose them evern if someone stood out among them with her even getting mad at the cats who got exciled for not standing up sooner.

Yeah I don't know, either this book's pacing is going to be insane and ignoring prior character development to get frostpaw where she needs to be, a mess to get icewing back in time, or to just pull a name out of a hat. It really feels like... they were super excited to make it impossible to guess until it happens but in the process have just straight up elliminated every option.

So I'm rooting for owlnose to get a second chance cause he feels as viable as anyone else at this point. Erins did their best to establish options but did even better at eliminating them as options and its entirely up in the air until we get to the choice on page.

It's by far my one major criticism of this arc, I feel like with 6 books either the options should have a stronger foundation for their possibility or we should already have such a strong idea its just a matter of showing them off by defeating splashtail at this point. It feels like they retroactively wasted the last book that was kind of filler in all honesty not doing this.

(And like i know you feel strongly about frostpaw being the winner but honestly itnfeels less like its because it makes sense as an option and more that there are no otherboptions as I said, imo)

This is a really good analysis on the whole thing.

I think the best way to explain my main reasoning behind Frostpaw becoming leader is through hope and also the quote

“Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.”

Frostpaw is my number one leadership candidate largely because of a lack of better or eligible candidates. Icewing is close second but that is reliant on her being back from her Ivypool’s Heart quest in decent time. I do hope she becomes deputy at least though. Duskfur being antagonistic in the first half of the arc holds her back for me, although there is still time for that to be addressed and solved. And I really think Mothwing would be very unhappy with having to get nine lives and become leader and always have to answer to StarClan.

I think so far Frostpaw has shown herself to be suitably courageous and able to stand up for what she believes is right. She just hasn’t had many moments of displaying leadership yet, but she did organise the group at the start of Star, so I’m hoping, if she is to become leader, Star is used to establish her ability to take charge and actually lead cats prior to this. Maybe then and only then would Riverstar was maybe like “yeah I want you to be leader, I was just waiting for you to be ready”

I think it would be cool if she was always destined for leadership in her clan but her mother took a sledgehammer to that destiny and now Frostpaw has to develop these qualities quicker than she ever should have under normal circumstances in order to fulfil that destiny. But this is just purely a hopeful theory/idea and not at all established in the books thus far.

Like you say this whole thing is more of just “ok who is actually somewhat likely to become leader” rather than picking out a stand out candidate. Except Icewing of course, but again like you say, it looks like Star is going to move very quickly so I doubt she will get back in time, I saw someone calculate that the Ivypool’s Heart crew are gone about a moon. Which seems like a very long time. I feel like she could pop back up right at the end potentially, but I wouldn’t want her just to stroll in and get leadership almost immediately by default, I would want her to prove herself first.

[lovelykil]

do you think you could do any Kyle X reader with him acting like a rich asshole cuz that lawyer nepotism says so 💕💕💕

「 kyle, the asshole 」

cw; asshole!!!!!!!!!!!

note; okay to be honest I literally know nothing about courtrooms and legal systems, which is kinda bad if you think about so don't think about bc literally most people don't know either so 🤔 🥰..

"AND that your honor, is why this man needs to be locked up behind bars, death sentence maybe, and never to be heard from again!" The jew smacked his hands down on the table after pointing at the arraignment then folded his hands to his chest.

The criminals lawyer looked at its person to defend as he stared back in shock, the lawyer gulped messing with his piles of papers and stood up.

"Your honor if I may-"

"I believe this has been decided, the crime that Leopold Butters Stotch was a heinous one and he shall pay."

"But your honor!"

"Oh shut up Bradley!" Kyle roared, looking to the side of him. You sunk in your seat with a low groan.

"Mr Scotch!"

"So I'm gonna get a death sentence?"

"In agreement with the jury, and the judge, you sir are announced guilty for the crime of public In decency, pulling out your penis where it shan't belong. Have you no shame! And at a school!? Are you mad?" The judge uses her gravel to bang on the desk, shaking her head in disappointment.

"oh.. hamburgers."

"Case closed, now everyone go home!"

The people in their seats watching the situation fold out finally sit up and walk their way out, chit chatting amongst their peers.

You rub your head in disbelief as Kyle puts his own papers in his folder with a unbothered smile.

"Butters wasn't even the one who did it Kyle!" You hissed, putting down your hands. Kyle shook his head and laughed.

"Of course he did, he's blonde, male, and a whiney bitch just as you described when you came to me for this case."

"That's not at all what I said and you know it!"

"Awh don't get to mad love, you'll mess up your pretty face that I adore." He patted you on the head with a smile.

Your teeth grinded, as your eye twitched.

"Just because you now have all this money doesn't mean you get to be an asshole and accuse OUR friends of something they did not OBVIOUSLY do."

"Butters a friend? Since when? Love it's been 20 years. I barely even remember that man." Kyle looked at you still with a unfazed smirk. You rolled your eyes and groaned.

You sat up, pushed your chair in and grabbed your things.

"YOU are going to catch the right man who did this and get butters out of jail!" With a angry finger you shouted, poking him in the chest before rushing out of the courtroom with the clank of your heels.

"I already caught the man who did the crime?" He rushed out of the room as well, yelling.

You shook your head, shutting your eyes in frustration. You swung open the doors hitting Kyle in the face as it closed quickly.

Your heels clanked with every fast step you took, feeling all the raw angry, disappointment and sad emotions as you walked hard on the ground.

"Sweetheart cmon don't be like that we won the case? What is there to be mad about!"

"Take me home! Just take me home.." You stopped in your tracks, letting out a long distressed sigh. Kyle walked over to you shortly after, putting an arm around your waist.

"What's wrong baby tell me? Cmon use your words love." He looked into your eyes, as you tried to avoid his.

You leaned away in his grasp, your eyes rolling with a head shake.

He kept persisting, pushing, touching.. negotiating?

"If you tell me what's wrong I'll give you money to get your nails, and hair done. Maybe you'll feel better and not be a whiney bitch after that, huh? He let go of you to grab his wallet.

For a second you lit up, a spa day would be so great.. and he always has the money..

You watched as he pulled out a large sum of money, your mouth hanging low in fascination. Greed pulling you in. The way he counted those bills made you bite your lip.

He took a glimpse at you, seeing you practically drooling over the sum of money in his hands. He smirked knowing this would always work and get you to shut up.

"Ohh, you like that don't you?" He whispered, shoving the wallet in his pocket. You nodded slowly, completely hypnotized by his old ways.

"That's what I thought, now take this and I'll drive you to a spa for my pretty girl." He smiled, passing you the money. As you held his dirty money in your hands you were ecstatic but the realization came closing in, you blinked.

"No.."

"No?"

"Ugh! No! Take your money I don't want it." You shoved his money into his fancy suit, watching the bills drop to the ground.

He panicked, quickly picking up the bills.

"Hey what's your deal!? Some homeless person could've stolen my precious paper money!"

"You know what's my deal? You. I'm so sick of being with you! Money has just taken over your life and you're such a fucking dick now Kyle. I mean shit, you used to actually want to spend quality time with me but now all you do is shove money in my face and walk away!" Your throat burned, your eyes watered. After so many years you blurted out the things you've wanted to say.

Kyle looked at you in shock, his expression confused as ever.

You rolled your eyes again, expecting this. You walked towards him slowly.

"I missed when you didn't become a lawyer, sure I cheered you on but nothing would have ever prepared me to be with such an asshole." You whispered, your tone grew cold filled with hurt.

He stared down at you, still completely in awe.

"I miss having you as my friend Kyle. I miss you."

[solar-nightengale]

omg hiiiiiii 💖 3 o 4 from the angsty prompts meme, perhaps? 👀 Any character of your choice!

Omg HIIII!!!! Sorry for how late this is life’s been.. Something JKHFLKTJTC

Eheheh well then if any character may as well bring around one particular fave, huh? 😏 Lowkey a sort of little character dynamic study in this particular case rather than anything specific and idk how much sense this is gonna make LOL but hope youuuuuuu enjoy!! 🫶

keeping things to themselves even though they know they shouldn't

Watching Pinocchio march out the door was not what she had expected to see today, Iskra flinching as the door was shut rather roughly. But then again, she hadn’t expected the argument either. While not as intense as it could be, both of the men had been distracted enough with their bickering to not see the pony sneak into the house out of the backdoor. While it wasn't something she would often do, hearing the heated argument compelled her. She needed to know… it worried her to hear it all, especially watching the way one walked out.

Her man stood where his betrothed had left him, Iskra seeing him gripping tightly at his hair. His expression was a varying array of emotions: His teeth grounded together and brows knotted downwards they almost looked to be one line. His red hair was a mess, unkempt and unbrushed. Without a word he whipped around, storming right past Iskra without a momentary glance.

“Lampwick-”

“I’m not having this conversation with you.” He muttered.

The pony’s ears pinned down. “And you’re just going to walk out of the room to accomplish it?” Iskra exclaimed as she bounded to follow, only to have the door shut and bolted right in front of her. She froze, staring after him before promptly kicking at the door. “Lampwick!”

Nothing. She huffed angrily, glaring at the door some more before taking another kick at it.

Gods, this stubborn mancolt of hers! There were days where she wondered if the Great Mare’s choice of actions were right to shove him into her care.

She knocked her shoulder against the door, the door still not moving. The small pony snorted, taking a couple of steps back.

As a kid he was easier to manage but as he grew older his temper and recklessness barely seemed to cease. It was though the idea of listening to anyone much less her was against his nature! And it’s not like she hadn’t tried to reason with him before but alas the child had a mind of his own and never one that seemed to align with hers!

With a couple of bounds she rammed her head against the door, hearing the lock shift a touch. Hm.

She loved that boy, gods—she’d do so much for him, really—but trying to talk to him about, well, anything was a feat in and of itself. Especially when he’d do everything in his power to keep the door’s bolted on his own heart and head, shutting out anyone that would look to try and help. And it was frustrating to work with really. A habit he refused to break, even at this ripe adult age.

She looked back at the door she had now stood against, glaring at the back one intensely. As fast as a strike of lightning, Iskra charged, once again ramming her head against the door, and hearing the lock break with its intensity. The door swung open, Iskra failing to pull to a halt as she ended up tumbling out of the back door and into the garden. With a snort the pony scrambled to her hooves, as she trotted down the grassy mound and to the small valley her boy was sitting in.

“Tell me that lock ain’t broken.” The man asked, but Iskra didn’t grace him with a response as she stomped over. He should know by now what that answer would be. She marched over and stood in front of him, glaring up at the man, who didn’t even bother to look down at her. His gaze remained stormy, the pipe he was using alight and smoking. “Told you to leave me be.”

Iskra only snorted as she sat herself down in front of him, and stubbornly dropped her head on the man’s lap.

“You’re shutting people out one more, Lampwick.” Were the words that entered the man’s head. She watched his hold on the pipe tighten.

“So what?”

“You saw how that affected Pinocchio earlier.” she continued and Lampwick huffed. He finally took to petting her head, Iskra accepting the gesture with a content sigh. Well, at least he was willing to at least do that. “What’s the point?”

“Jus’ need to figure it out m’self first.” he murmured, Iskra opening an eye.

She observed him carefully seeing the dark storm in his gaze yet to fade.

Now, she could technically try and worm her way into his mind and figure out the issue. She could do that. But the temptation even now wasn’t so great. She could do it and get this sorted but it would betray a level of trust she refused to lose. Not to mention the idea of such an act made her feel nauseous just… considering it. His mind was his mind, she was only an outside messenger. Her nose had no right to poke through his thoughts. But Gods, moments like this she wished he would just let her in…

“So how’s that been working for you? Outside of being the grumpiest jerk on the block.” she asked, watching his eyes narrowing more.

“Don’t patronise me.”

“You’ve given me no other choice.”

His petting moved to combing his hand through her hair, Iskra feeling the tremor from it. Lampwick sighed, the pipe he had been smoking now placed down next to him as he pressed his face against the mare's forehead. The cheek wings on Iskra's face reacted as though with a mind of their own, already covering up the man's face. She hated seeing him distraught like so and feeling the shake in his hold as he continued to pet her. And despite her grievances, it was always moments like these that made her grateful to be with him. To be there when he needed a pick-me-up. She was glad she could ensure he wasn't alone…

“Think he’s still mad about it?” she heard him mumble.

“We won’t know until we talk to him.” Iskra huffed quietly.

Lampwick huffed, the tremors intensifying. “Fuck me! It’s me every single time.”

“He’ll forgive you.” She pointed out quietly.

“Yeah, like he did the last hundreds times. How long do you think he’ll put up with it before cuttings the knot-”

“Stop that.” She pulled out from under his hold, nosing at his face to get the man to look up. Her gaze remained stoic and quiet as his brown eyes finally met her colourless gaze. “He picked you and picked you time and time again. He's not gonna pick anyone different again over one, petty fight, especially one the scale it was. You've done worse and he's forgiven you for all of it, or have you forgotten that?” she added, her gaze narrowing.

Lampwick let out a breath, as he ran a tired hand over his face. “S’pose.”

He seemed a lot calmer now than he had been before, which was good. Yes. That was good, it was good to see that.

The distant sound of a door opening had Iskra's ears pricking upwards. They weren't too far away, thankfully, so she could very much hear the distant call of her charge's name being called from inside the house.

Lampwick looked around and sighed, Iskra immediately grabbing onto the sleeve of his jacket and tugging at it.

“Come on.” Are the words that follow.

The man sighed once more as he got to his feet, following the spritely pony back inside.

[liliana-meadowpink]

Stinkbugs and Silk: a short palia fic!

It had been a long day. Lillie unlatched the gate to the mountain’s housing area and wandered through the trees to her campsite. She was greeted by Kenyatta as she stood up from the coffee table she had been sitting on.

“Oh, good, you’re finally home.”

“Yes, sorry to keep you waiting.” Lillie responded, walking to her stove and pouring two mugs of tea.

“Did you talk with Jel about my dress yet?” Kenyatta sat down on the coffee table again, accepting the tea. “You better have.”

(More fic under the cut!)

Lillie hesitated. “Yes, but…” How should she explain it? It was so uncomfortable having to go between her friends in this manner. She got the feeling this used to happen a lot with her human friends and it didn’t end well.

“But what?” Kenyatta prompted, setting the empty mug aside. “I don’t like how this is sounding.”

“Look, is there ANYTHING I can do to convince you to wear the dress? Anything at all? Jel worked hard on it and I don’t know if we even have time to make something different.”

“Not a thing. I’ll buy something off the rack.”

“Ken-ya-tta!” Lillie gasped, putting emphasis on each syllable for comedy. “You wouldn’t! You can’t anyway since your fashion tastes aren’t mass produced!”

“I MIGHT consider it… if you can guess what I want you to do.” Kenyatta smirked.

Lillie sighed. “You just said there’s nothing, so I’m gonna talk with your mom about the dress, and…”

“As if she would even listen?”

“Good point. Still, something has to be done. Sure, Jel caved into the pressure of other people’s expectations, but he still got your colors right and it’s supposedly comfortable to wear. Can you at least not be insulted by his efforts? Please?”

“Why are you defending Jel so much?” Kenyatta studied’s Lillie’s face as it shifted hues from its regular soft beige appearance to a color between that of the a scintillating centipede and a briar daisy.

“I… well, I, um… I… Don’t… exactly know.”

“Right. Well, look. Mom’s got a meeting with my aunt, the duchess, coming up. Go hide a stink bug in her desk.”

“Then you’ll wear Jel’s dress?”

“MAYBE.”

“Good. Thank you. I can definitely put a stink bug in there.”

“Great.”

“Are you already leaving?” Lillie followed Kenyatta through the trees, rummaging through her bag.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, well… At least take this antler? I have no idea what to even do with these things.”

“Thanks. See you later.”

“Yes, we will!” Lillie closed the gate and looked down at Aqua and Luna. “That went better than expected.”

The two palcats squeaked in agreement and scampered back to the house.

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“So… I, uh, I did it.”

“Now we just have to sit and wait.” Kenyatta smiled, watching the awkward way Lillie pretended she wasn’t rocking back and forth on her heels.

“Happy to help.”

“I'm glad. You know if this works out, I can think of some other tasks I might want to give you in the future.” She blinked when Lillie stopped fidgeting. “Usually Nai'o does this kind of stuff for me, but lately he's been busy with his family or whatever.”

“Oh, yeah, the fair’s coming up. They’re preparing for EVERYTHING. The jam, the animals, the music…”

“Are you going to help them out?”

“Not sure. I don’t wanna travel very far without my cats.” Lillie said, picking up Aqua and burying her face in his fur.

“Couldn’t you ask someone to take care of them for you?”

“Not really. It’s fine, though. I know one palcat is a handful, let alone four.” She put Aqua down and he rubbed his face against Kenyatta’s boots. “Gosh, I don’t even want to imagine the destruction they’d cause if they stayed with Jel for example! All the pretty fabric, ruined either by claw marks or endless piles of fur.”

“What about the cook?”

“Reth? Oh, he’d be good at it, but they would probably mess with the soup. Besides… Everyone else is too busy.”

Kenyatta thought for a moment. “How about the fishing galdur, uh… Einar, right?”

“What about him?”

“You seem pretty close. Always going to his cave. At midnight.”

“Whoa, whoa, hey. You spy on me?”

“Of course!” Kenyatta smirked.

“Well I don’t ALWAYS go to the cave. Usually I just catch him on the way there and we really only say a few phrases in passing. It’s small talk and nothing more.”

“You’re defensive again.”

“And you’ve been reading too many books.”

Lillie and Kenyatta stared at each other with increasing levels of frown before they both cracked up laughing.

“Okay, tell me honestly! Do you really think that Einar would be interested in ME?!” Lillie gasped. “He’s a three thousand year old galdur with TWO onenesses, and I’m a human who’s vaguely in my late twenties. I have nothing to do all day but run around helping people.”

“Do you like fishing?”

“Yes.”

“Then yeah, I think he would like you.”

“What, romantically?”

“You’re asking about this just to get me off the topic of you potentially having a crush on Jel.”

Lillie’s face went bright pink once more. “What? No way. He’s so obsessed with the night. I need sunshine to survive.”

“You’d make a great pair. Night and light.”

“We would be a very sleepy pair.”

“Good thing you’re learning how to make comfortable beds. If you keep going at it, you might be able to make a bed that’s good enough for…” Kenyatta trailed off when she realized how uncomfortable Lillie looked.

“I think we’re done with this conversation for now. See you later?”

“Yeah. Bye.” Kenyatta waved briefly as Lillie zoomed away.

[10velynomin]

summary: Haechan blurb in which he fails to get the answer that he wants from you warning: implied sex, swear word notes: lee haechan x gn!reader, fwb!haechan, angst wc: 0.8k song rec: leave before you love me - marshmello tagalog dialogue here

The hardwood floor was quiet while the snow was pouring outside Haechan’s dimly lit room. The only light source emanated from his lamp. Its yellow shade accentuated his face, his moles more prominent. You’ve been here last night, you thought. The other night wasn’t an exception too. In fact, you have been in his room at night for more than days.

Your relationship with him wasn’t exactly complicated, but it wasn’t uncomplicated either. One night of getting drunk with friends turned into sloppy kisses inside your car and the next thing you know is that you were driving to his apartment in a dizzy state; a result both from the alcohol and desire. You never realized that it will spiral into continuous nights of fighting loneliness with intimacy.

The attachment was inevitable when people do intimate acts on repeat, and when you noticed that you were starting to care more about how his day went, you slowly began to build your walls. The first few times you ended up on his bed, you were adamant that this should be platonic. And when you caught yourself loving his laughs a bit more every day, you countered it by distance. Various excuses every night just to go home early, different from the evenings where the both of you would stay up until the sunlight was ready to greet the room. Haechan, however, noticed what you were doing and was defiant about it. You never knew if it was because of his naiveté on the situation or if you weren’t just giving ample clues.

“I love you,” he whispered followed by a kiss on your forehead. Your hands immediately stopped fidgeting with his necklace in front of you. Stiffness washed over your naked body that was entangled on his, chest getting heavy while his arms were wrapped around your shoulder. The silence was thick and lasting and you decided to ignore what you have just heard but your brain said otherwise. Your mind was like a well-oiled machine at this point, it kept on producing thoughts that gradually accumulated into a huge clustered mess.

“Is that it? No ‘I love you too’?” Haechan looked at you with confusion.

A huff escaped your lips before saying,

“I think I need to go home.”

You stood up and quickly grabbed your clothes scattered on the floor and immediately proceeded to put on your undergarments.

“Until when are you gonna evade this?” He followed suit on gathering his clothes and wore his boxers swiftly. Your hands started to shake while putting on your jeans.

“I don’t know,” your hands already buttoning your pants and hastily putting on Haechan’s sweatshirt which you borrowed three nights ago. It was his favorite so you cunningly asked for it since you knew that it would definitely have his scent.

His eyes stared at your back like you grew a foot there. His mind couldn’t process what was happening, questions repeatedly popping in. He snapped out of his thoughts once he realized that you were already dressed and slipping on your socks.

“There’s nothing wrong if you don’t love me back!” Haechan said aloud.

“It’s not like that,” you whispered.

Sweatpants on hand, he clumsily put them on before putting his head inside his white shirt and when he was done, you were in the middle of inserting your foot on your last piece of shoe. His arms went next then he stood up and cried out,

“If it’s not like that then what is it?!” You were scurrying off of the room when he echoed. Haechan went after you and noticed that you were hurrying to get your keys, wallet, and phone on the table. All went quickly into your pocket as exasperation eventually appeared on your face and voice.

“Can we not talk about this now?!” Dashing to his coat rack near the door and giving him a cold shoulder. Your heart was beating erratically and desperately wanting to exit his abode, but you didn’t notice that Haechan was still following you around a few steps away.

“I’m just asking for a yes or a no?!” He yelled.

"What?! Do you love me back or not?!" You were fast on your heels knowing that you wouldn't be able to answer his question. Grabbing your coat on the rack, he held your right arm to stop you in your tracks. Haechan's grip was firm just like his decision to wait for your response.

You forced your arm towards you and out of his grip, frantically wearing your coat. It was a layer of protection against the harsh winter outside wishing that it could somehow protect yourself from spilling emotions. Getting ready to leave, you suddenly felt his hand again,

"Why can’t you just tell me if you do or don’t?!" Haechan questioned as he grabbed your arm to face him,

"Because I’m afraid, Haechan! I’m so fucking afraid to admit to myself that I might love you because in the end I’ll just be hurt; we’re both gonna be hurt!"

The shock was evident in his eyes while tears were breaming in yours.

Before a tear could escape your eyes, you rapidly opened his door and went outside leaving Haechan alone to exhale a breath that he had been holding. He could only ruffle his hair in annoyance while the sound of your car emulated the quiet night and his deafening thoughts.

[yourimagines]

nate diaz x reader where reader cheats on nate by accident with nick because they were very drunk and you can complete the rest thank you so much

Its a longer story, hope you liked it

I didn’t mean it to happen

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: swearing, angst, cheating

Y/N POV

I woke up with a very heavy headache. I carefully opened my eyes and looked around. ‘Shit..’ my heart dropped as I saw Nick laying next to me without a shirt. I was naked as well. ‘Oh shit No..’ I tried to remember what happened last night but the only thing I remember was that Nate went home early because he didn’t feel good. I stood up and collected my clothes. “What happened..” I heard Nicks morning voice. “To much… I need to go.” I quickly threw my clothes on. I heard Nick sigh. “Shit.” I saw his hands rubbing over his face. “Look what ever happened, uhh I didn’t mean it to happen..” “I know Nick, neither did I, I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “No don’t apologise to me… you should apologise to my brother.” ‘Nate…’ “I am but don’t blame this all on me Nick because for sex you need two people.” He groans and hide his face. “I’m not blaming you… I can’t even remember anything from last night..” I putted my shoes on and grabbed my bag. “I’ve got to go… please help me if this go really bad.” He looks up and nods. “You can call me if he’s losing his shit.” “Thank you Nick.” He nods and closes his eyes. “Bye..” “bye, good luck tho.” I walked out of his house, ready to go home to Nate

—— 1 hour later ——

I walked into the house and Nate was sitting outside in our backyard, smoking a joint. I placed my bag on the kitchen table and walked over to him. “Hey baby.” He says with a smile. “Hey..” he knew immediately something was wrong, his eyebrows scrunched together. “What’s wrong.” I immediately got tears in my eyes and my hands became very sweaty. “I.. I don’t know what happened last night but I.. I woke up next to Nick… both naked.” The last part I whispered, my eyes where looking at everything except at Nate. It was very quiet and tears were falling down on my face. “My brother?” His voice cracked, full with hurt. I slowly nodded and looked up. He looked angry, very angry. “Nate I…” “shut up!” He yells and starts to pace around, his hands rubbing over his head. “Fuck!” He slams the door open and walks inside. I was afraid to follow him, I was glued on my place. “I’m gonna call his fucking ass!” I saw him grabbing his phone and called him. “Its it true, you’re been fucking with my wife!?” He immediately asked when Nick answered his phone. “You’re my brother Nick, why would you do this to me..” he looked over to me. I was a mess, crying, afraid. “No, she can’t stay… I need my fucking time.” I looked down at my feet, trying to stay calm as possible. “I don’t want to see you either… pick her up.” I heard him slamming his phone down. I looked up and he stands at the door. “Pack your things, Nick is picking you up.” With that he disappears into the living room. I carefully walked into the house and grabbed my bag and walked upstairs to our room. I packed the important stuff and walked downstairs. I sat down on a chair in the kitchen, waiting for Nick.

A car arrived and Nick texted me he was there. I stood up and stopped by the door from the living room. Nate sat there with tears in his eyes. “Nate, I’m going..” he looks up and nods. “I am sorry, I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore. I’m not going to blame this on the alcohol or something, It was me and him but I don’t remember anything from last night, only thing I remember is you…leaving the party. Uhm let me know what you’re plans are…” my heart was broken, broken in million pieces. He looks away from me and looks outside. “I’ll text.” I nodded “okay.” I whispered and left the house. I knew he was watching us. I opened the car door and got into his car. He looks at me an gives me an apologising smile. “You okay?” “ physically yes, mentally No.” he nods and drives off to his place

—— 2 weeks later ——

I was sitting on the bed in Nick’s guests room, feeling nauseous. Nate had blocked me on everything, he even blocked Nick. I just decided to go back to Europe, back to my family. I texted Nate’s friend Chris if he knew Nate was home today.

Me: hi, is Nate home today?

Chris👊🏻: he doesn’t want to talk to you or Nick, accept that

Me: I know that’s why I am asking you, I need some stuff from our place

Chris👊🏻: No he’s not home

Me: thank you

I walked downstairs and walked over to Nick. “Can you help me?” He nods. “I need some stuff from Nate and I’s place, I’m leaving tonight.” “Leaving?” I nod and fiddles with my fingers. “He doesn’t want me anymore, I understand that.. but I moved to America for him…but now I don’t have a purpose to stay anymore..” “you’re going back?” “Yes tonight so I need some stuff, I already texted Chris Nate isn’t there so we are good.” He stands up and grabbed his keys. “Okay, lets go then.” We both walked to his car and drove off to our house…soon to be Nate’s house.

I jumped out of the car and Nick followed me. “You can wait in the living room I’ll be right back.” “Okay.” We both went separate ways. I walked upstairs to our bedroom. I opened the door and walked in. I grabbed my suitcase and started to fill it with my clothes, toiletries, two pictures of us and my jewellery. I opened his closet and grabbed my favourite hoodie of him. ‘It even smells like him.’ I placed it in my suitcase and zipped it close. I looked around the room and left. Nick was sitting in the living room, looking at his phone. “I’m ready… the rest is his..” Nick knew what I meant, The pillows, the vases, the pictures and everything else in this house. “Okay, lets go then.” We both left the house..

—— 4,5 hours later——

I was sitting at the airport waiting for me to board the plane. Nick immediately dropped me off when we got my stuff. I was looking at my phone through all the pictures. ‘I’m so stupid that it even happened… I ruined our relationship but also between his brother.’ A cute photo popped up. ‘Reminder this photo was taken on this day one year ago.’

A picture of us, me kissing his cheek. I briefly closed my eyes as I felt the tears coming. ‘You need to let him go, he’s done with you… you screwed it.’ “Dear passengers, gate 14 is open for boarding.” I stood up and walked over to gate 14, holding my ticket and passport ready. “Hello miss, can I have you’re ticket and passport please.” “Of course.” I showed him my ticket and passport. “Thank you mrs Diaz.” I smiled and walked further. ‘I think its going to be miss in the future.’ I walked into the plane an greeted the crew. I walked further and got my seat at the window. I quickly texted my family that I was boarding and I text Nick to let him also know I was boarding. ‘Lets go back home.’

Nate POV

It was late and we all went to my place. “Start the tv, I’ll get us something to drink.” The guys went to the living room as I walked to the kitchen, grabbing us beer and soda. “Here you go.” I placed it on the table. “Thanks.” I nodded at them. “I’ll be right back, i’m gonna get changed.” They all nodded and I went upstairs. The bedroom door was open. ‘Weird, I closed it this morning.’ I walked in and saw her closet door open and completely empty, my closet door was also open. “She’s gone…” I saw her desk was empty, no toiletries, no jewellery, no pictures. I walked back down as I saw the rest of her stuff was still here. “What’s wrong?” Jake asked me. “Her clothes are gone…” they were all quiet as I looked lost around. “She texted me this morning… asking if you were home..” “she did?” I asked Chris as he slowly nodded “Yeah she needed some stuff..” I closed my eyes and my hands went to my hair. “I think she left America..” “how do you know that Nate, she is at nicks place right?” I nodded. “Then asked him.” “I blocked them both…” Jake shook his head. “Nate listen to me. I know it hurts… they both betrayed you but she did told the truth immediately, she apologised and left this house for you to give you some space, this is not only you’re home but hers as well, you bought this together.” He walked over and placed an hand on my shoulder. “You need to decide what you want, she’s done everything she could do in her position, know its you’re turn.” “But she cheated on me with my own brother.” “Yes but she doesn’t remember it and has regrets, I’m not going to tell you what choice you have to made but you need to choose now before you are to late.” I nodded and sighed. “I need to talk to her.” He nods. “You guys can stay here, I’m going to Nick.” “Okay, remember stay calm don’t yell.” Chris says. I grabbed my jacket and left the place

Nick opened his door. He nods and lets me in. “I’m here to talk.” “Then talk.” We walked into his living room. “Drink?” “Sure.” He disappeared into the kitchen. I was looking around. “We both didn’t mean to.. you know I wouldn’t do that to you on purpose.” He walked back with two drinks. “I don’t know Nick that’s why I’m here.” “Well you’re to late… she already left the country.” My heart stopped. “She left?” He nodded. “Yes today.” “Why?” Nick laughs. “Brother you are the reason she moved to America, so you’re also the reason she went back to Europe.” “But she has a house here, a job, we are married..” he shook his head. “No she doesn’t. She was sleeping at her brothers in laws guest room, her job fired her a week ago and the person she married to ghosted her because she made a stupid mistake…” I looked down at my hands. “You don’t remember anything from that night?” He shook his head. “No, I wish I did because I lost my wallet, can’t even pay for groceries at the moment.” I snorted and shook my head. “I’m to late…” he gave apologising smile. “I’m sorry brother.” I nodded slowly. “I’m sorry as well..” I whispered as I rested my face against my hands. “It’s going to be okay… we all need some time.” I felt his hand on my shoulder. “I am really sorry, that it happened.” I looked up, tears in my eyes. “I know..” he pulls me in and gives me a hug. We both said nothing just hugging each other….

—— 2 days later ——

Y/N POV

I was back at my old family home, sitting in my old bedroom. I heard from Nick that Nate stopped by his place, he forgave him. I haven’t heard anything from him and I understand that message as well. Blood over anyone else. I stood up and walked downstairs. “Mom, I’m going for a walk to get some fresh air.” “Okay, be careful.” “I will.” I walked out of the house and walked further up to the mountains. My parents moved from England to France because of my fathers job, the bought a large farm in the alps, with a beautiful view. I walked up to the sand path and walked up, to my secret spot. I had my hands tucked away in my jacket and looked around me, seeing the beautiful landscapes. ‘Man I missed this..’ I stopped by a bench and sat down, looking at the view, thinking about everything, my life, my family, Nate…. ‘Everything is going to change now, he probably wants to divorce, moves on and gets a wife who can stay loyal and actually can give him kids.’ I looked down at my belly. ‘Why don’t you just work for once, trying for more than a year now and still nothing…’ I sighed and looked back at the view, listening to the birds chirping, wind brushing slowly through the leaves of the trees.

I stood up after a good meditation. “Y/N?” I heard my younger brother Alex calling me. “Y/N are you up here?” I saw his curly hair appearing when he walked up to this spot. “Hey Alex.” I said as I saw him. “Hey, I knew you would be here.” He was out of breath as he been running. “Why are you here?” He held his arm up and took a few breaths. “I’m here because… your husband is here..” I saw him talking but I was in shock. ‘He’s here…’ “Y/N are you okay?” I shook my head and sat down again. “Do I need to get father?” “No I’m okay, I just needed to sit down.” Everything was blurry and turning around. “You sure?” “Yes.” I felt my stomach flipping and I threw up. “Oh gross!” I heard Alex yell as I was hung over, throwing up. I felt his hands grabbing my hair. “Are you pregnant or something..” ‘I hope not Alex.. don’t make this even more worst please…’ I started to cough. “What’s happening, mom was surprised and dad didn’t look happy when he showed up and now you are vomiting.” I wiped my mouth with a tissue I had with me in my jacket. “Its complicated Alex. You don’t want to know.” He sat down next to me. “I want to know, what’s happening.” I wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “Okay.. uhh I accidentally cheated on Nate with his brother.” He gasped. “Y/N.” “I know… we both didn’t mean to, we were drunk and we both don’t remember anything at all. I woke up naked in his bed. That’s all I know.” He nods slowly. “You told him that?” “Yes, I left his brothers place, went to our house and told him immediately.” “He got angry and you left?” “Something like that yes.” He hummed. “Its going to be okay, I don’t why he’s here but what ever happens its going to be okay.” I smiled and pulled him closer. “Thank you Alex.” “No problem, you’re my sister.” We both stood up. “Lets walk back together.”

We both walked up to our driveway. “Y/N, I also want you to know.. nobody in this family is ever going to judge you about it. We all make mistakes.” I nodded at Alex. “Thanks.” I breathe one time good in and out and opened the door, walking slowly into the house. I saw the whole family was here today. My older brothers and my younger ones. “Hello.” Everyone looked at me. Nate was sitting next to my oldest brother Tyler. “Hi darling, you have a visitor.” My mom said, I looked at Nate. “Shall we go out for a walk?” “Yeah sure.” He stood up and followed me outside. I tucked my hands away in my jacket as we walked away from the house. We both walked for awhile in silence. “I spoke to Nick…” he was the first one to break the silence between us. “How did it go?” “Good… we talked.” I nodded and kicked a tiny rock away. “You both hurt me a lot, betraying me like that..” he took a deep breath. ‘He’s going to divorce you..’ “but we’ve been together for 8 years and from what I know is that you guys never liked each other like that… so I think I can forgive you both..” we both stopped, I looked at him as he gave me a tiny smile, a hurtful smile. “Nate…” he shook his head. “I know… I know you didn’t mean too… but I have feelings too.” I nodded. “I know.” I whispered, afraid to scare him off. He closed a little bit our distance. “We both need our time but I don’t want to give up on us… even after this I still love you…” my lips starts to quiver and tears were slowly falling down. Nate’s eyes were red and he sniffled. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you like this… I don’t know why it happened… I never thought about your brother like that and its also very weird between us now and my family is probably judging me…” I broke down in front of him. He grabs me and pulls me close to his chest. I sobbed into his shoulders. I heard him also crying. “I know baby… I forgive you.” He had his arms protectively around me.

—— few weeks later——

I came back from the doctor, I was indeed pregnant. The good news is, its not from Nick. I’m apparently more than 3 months pregnant. I called Nate, he was back in America as I stayed a bit longer behind by my family.

“Hey baby how your doing?” He answered the phone

“Good, I went to the doctor this morning.” I was fiddling with a blanket

“What’s wrong?” I heard a slight panic in his voice

“Apparently I’m more than 3 months pregnant.” I was smiling like an idiot. My younger brother Alex was smiling at me as the rest of the family gasped

“You are?”

“Yes, we are having a baby.” I said happily

“Oh my god!” I heard him laughing.

“Are you happy?”

“Yes I’m happy baby you don’t know how happy I am.” I heard a few voices on the background.

“More than 3 months right?” He voice sounded serious again.

“Yes, Nate its yours, I asked the doctor ten times if he was sure, he’s sure because they know the gender and stuff, its more than 3 months.”

“Do you know the gender.”

“Yes.” I smiled brightly.

“Are you going to tell me?”

“No, not yet. I will fly next week back and tell you then.” I saw my sister in law crying and smiling at me

“Can’t wait.”

“I can’t wait either, I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

“Okay, I have to go now, my sister in law wants to go out shopping, she’s here and she’s crying right now.”

“Okay, I hope happy tears?” He laughed

“Yeah shes happy, I speak to you later okay.”

“Okay, stay safe, love ya.”

“I love you too, bye bye.”

I hung up and smiled at my family. “I knew it!” Alex screams. We all started to laugh. “Lets celebrate this with some shopping.” My mom said as my dad groaned. “Oh please, lets has us fun one time.” My father mocked her as she waved him off. “Come on ladies, lets have some fun.” We all laughed and followed my mom. “Im happy for you that it did worked out.” My sister in law said. “Thank you…”

—— 6 months later——

I just gave birth to a small little baby boy. Nate was holding him with a proud smile on his face. “He looks so cute.” I said tiredly. He smiles and nods. “Yeah he does.” He carefully give him to me. “Our little Nate junior.” I placed a tiny kiss on his little head. “I love you so much.. thank you.” I grabbed his hand and squeezed in it. “No Nate thank you for giving me a second chance.” He smiles and placed a kiss on my head. “I would give you thousands chances if I had too.” I giggled. “I think I won’t need them, its a bit to much for my liking.” He chuckles. “I don’t care, I will never leave you or him. You’re both are my world.” “Nate stop, you’re making me sad.” He smiles and looks at the baby. “I think im going to call Nick, telling him he’s an uncle now.” I nodded at him. “I’ll be right back.” He stood up and left the room. I looked down at the little baby in my arms. He’s looking at me, a smile on his face. “You are going to be so loved little one. You will babe the best father you could ever wish for.. little fighter.” He smiles as I rubbed carefully his tiny chubby cheeks.

“Yeah, she okay.. honey can I show Nick?” Nate walked in with his phone out. “Sure.” He walked over and films us. “Hi Y/N, congratulations.” “Thank you..” Nate filmed the baby. “Oh look at him, he’s so tiny.” “I know, literally a mini me.” They both laughed. Junior made a weird noise, smiling like a idiot. “He’s laughing at you guys.” I said as Nate looks like a proud father. “He’s making fun of you brother, he’s like is that my dad?” We all laughed as Nate shook his head. “Im going to hang up, your a bully Nick.” “Yeah love ya to.” They both ended the call as Nate joined me again. “He likes me.” “He does.” He placed a kiss on my temple. “I’m so happy. I can’t wait to him to grow up and take him to jujitsu and learn him to fight…” “No, not yet, just let him be this. Small and cute..” he chuckles. “He is going to be a fighter, just like me and Nick.” “ I know but let us first enjoy this..he’s so cute, he wont be cute if he’s starts to fight and stuff” he laughs and wraps his arm around me. “We will be good parents even we are both a bit fucked up.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Don’t swear I front of our child.” “Sorry.” I kissed his cheek as we both watched our child in my arms.

[marvel-and-chicago-fan]

Failed Protection

Matildas age: (15 years old)

Time period: Matilda living with Pat Halstead

Word count: 

Tw: Child Abuse, Yelling, Death  and Hospitals, honestly very horrible writing

When I tell you I hate this one I HATE IT. But then again this is my last matilda halstead story before I can finally move on to reader stories :) changed the ending because i dont want to make a part two and don't plan on it either. Took this from my wattpad too

Matties POV

It was one of the coldest days in chicago. It was snowing heavily and I could feel the cold though the three layers I was wearing. Yet my dad made me go out and get milk and eggs.

Making my way through the front door I could already hear my dad yelling at me for not getting the “right milk”, I wasn't able to find the milk he wanted but it'll have to do. 

“MATILDA” i heard my dad yelling for already knowing what's about to happen 

“Yeah dad?’

“This isn't the milk i like to drink, why did you get this one.” he screamed “how stupid are you matilda?” 

“I couldn't find it where it usually was so I picked one that was close enough to the one you like.”

“WELL WHY DIDN'T YOU LOOK HARDER?” Just then he stood up and slapped me “you are more of a disappointment than your brothers.”

“I'm sorry dad.” i cried as i held my cheek 

“Yeah right you're sorry, now clean this mess up before I throw you out of my house.” he said while walking to his room and slamming the door.

“Where's Will and Jay when I need them…”

***

Jays Pov

“Hey hailey and jay we have a noise complaint near you guys do you think you can take since you're close by?” Hank radioed

'`Yeah of course we don't mind, do we jay?’

“Yeah we dont”

Small 5 minute time skip cause id, what else to put here.

“Let's make this quick, I need to call my sister and check up on her.” i said knocking on the door

“You still talk to your sister? Hailey said. Didn't you say that your dad destroyed her phone or something?” 

“Yeah but i gave dad 2k for himself and to buy her new phone.” he replied

Your dad may have gotten you a new phone but that just gave him another excuse to yell at you because his “son” had to give him money, and that you should just work to buy a new phone instead of others getting it for you. 

Just then the door opened and me and hailey turned our heads towards the door… “Mattie? What are you doing here?” I immediately spoke

“Its nothing, you guys should go dads asleep, and someone probably got the wrong apartment number” she spoke quietly

“We got a noise complaint from your next door neighbor. Can we come in?” Hailey spoke

“Uh..” She looked out towards a door than agreed to let us in “Yeah sure”

The place looks clean, not perfectly clean but if i'm honest my place has looked worse than this many times. Me and Hailey looked around a bit before leaving.

“Maybe we didn't get the wrong number, our previous apartment never looked that clean and I didn't see any beer bottles all over the place.” I said while walking towards the stairs

“Yeah sometimes people call the wrong num-” Hailey was cut off by a crash, screaming and yelling

“MATTIE!” jay yelled as he and hailey pulled out their guns

“MATTIE WERE COMING IN!” Jay yelled as he kicked the front door in

When the door opened jay and hailey found pat screaming at mattie while holding a broken beer bottle which he had obviously hit mattie on the head. Jay tackled pat to the ground, he didn't care if that was his dad. At this moment Mattie was his biggest priority.

“This is 50-21 gorge we're gonna need some back and an ambo, and get CPS on the line” Hailey radioed in while walking to Matilda

***

No Ones Pov (I have no explanation on why she ran so i’ll just do whatever)

So basically Pat started yelling at both Jay and Mattie and Mattie couldn't take the yelling anymore so she just needed a break.

“MATTIE COME BACK” Jay shouted while running after her 

***

Running from Jay I slipped on black ice. Making my phone go flying into the air falling on top of  a pile of snow.

Climbing the snow I'm thinking “Whoever was in the snow plow did a terrible job and probably will be fired.

I finally got my phone a thought i should text jay and say sorry for running off like that

Me: Hey sorry for running off i just had to walk out

JJ: It’s fine, where are you so me and hailey come get you. It's almost 11 degrees out mattie.

I was about to send my location to Jay but then the snow caved in on me and that's when I realized that this was a snow bank. It was more than twice your height. You tried to push out with your hands but that just caused more snow to fall on top of you.

Everytime you tried to push up you would fall down more into the snow. At this point you gave up and started shouting “Help, Help”. 

God, you were freezing 

***

Jays POV

“Come on Mattie, answer” Jay said while trying to call mattie

“She not answering?” Hailey asks while pressing the gas pedal faster

No, Voight, I need you guys at this location now. Matties missing and her phone was last pinned there.

“Alright we're on our way”

“Matilda, are you here?” I yelled while shining my flashlight

“Gosh this city is horrible at plowing snow” Adam stated 

“Adam we don't have time to criticize the snow plowers of this city” Hailey argued

“Just trying to start some conversation” 

Kim just gave adam a glare too shut up and keep searching

While shining my flashlight I saw a familiar item. That looks like the phone case I got for Matilda last week as a pre christmas because she wouldn't stop bothering me on how she wanted a new one. That also looked like her phone, I picked the phone up and saw the home screen was a picture of Me, Her and Will on it…

Seeing a hole I look inside and immediately get on my hands and knees yelling for everyone to come over. “I need some help over here”

Kelly, Selvie and Hailey pulled Matilda out and I just stood there in shock not being able to move. My little sister, who my mom told me to look after. I left her with that man who is horrible which led to her being in a snowbank. 

“50-21 Gorge I need you to roll and ambo to my location. We have a hypothermic victim.” Hailey radioed.

“Ambo is 7 minutes out”

This is where i changed everything i had in mid a month ago

When Jay checked her pulse again he didn't feel anything and immediately started cpr. Eventually Hailey had to pull Jay away because Jay had failed, he failed on what his mom told him, he failed to protect her. She was gone and he couldn't do anything about it, and he and Will were gonna have to live with it…for the rest of their lives…

The end. Like I said , I hate it, but let me add my detail(ish) stuff and get it over with. Haven't even been working on part two to Believe me that much so i’ll work on it tomorrow. (it just feel bleh posting this and i can’t even)

Kinda a good way to end the Matilda Halstead thing with this so its the only thing i can agree with this story

[sovietcatgirlsoldierprogram]

Gift for a friend.

Felix splashed in the water and tosses yet another fish into the bucket. He quickly swam down again, coursing though the water like lightning. He snatched another fish, right from its school and swam back up to the surface. It was nice, he finally had a break from all the stress of crime fighting. There hadn’t been much activity, seems he had finally put a dent in their operation. He smiled looking at the setting sun as he tossed the fish into the bucket. He always loved fishing this way, wasn’t the most efficient, but it was the most fun and exciting! He prepared to dive down again when he spotted someone watching him from the docks.

It was a human, in a hoodie with the hood pulled up over his head, he kept looking over his shoulders back towards the shore. He didn’t look to old either… kid must have been barely seventeen. He wondered what was up with him. Why was he so nervous? Was… was this a trap? Bait? Was he about to get captured again?? He prepared to dive down at the first sign of danger and approached the docks.

“Hello? Are you okay?” He said while looking to the shore himself, looking for danger.

“Y-You’re Felix, r-right?” The kid finally looked right at Felix, letting him see the nervous face underneath. He didn’t seem dangerous himself, but Felix stood ready for anything.

“Yes? Why do you ask? Are you okay?”

“I umm… y-you… you’re the one thats been… fighting to traffickers around here, right?”

At the mention of his more hidden activities, he swims a little further away from the kid, waiting for an ambush.

“Why do you want to know?”

“I umm… i need help.. please.. please I-I didn’t… I didn’t…”

The kid started to stutter, then sniffle, then cry. Crouching down on the docks and holding his head in his hands, sobbing into his arms. He wasn’t sure what to make of this, this didn’t seem like an ambush… he swam a bit closer to the docks.

“You didn’t what? What happened?”

“I-I-I turned him in!! I turned him in! I-I gave him up!! I-I-“

The kid stopped talking and just began to cry harder. Felix felt like he really should help the poor kid.. he swam up and climbed back on to the dock and sat next to the crying kid. He held his hand above the kids back before putting it down and gently patting him on the back.

“There there.. it’s gonna be okay… just.. tell me whats wrong..”

The kid looked up for a second, his face is a mess, covered in tears. He suddenly leans into Felix, pressing up against him. He was a little surprised, but let him lean on him, he seemed to need it. He gave him a few minutes to let it out before the kid began to speak again, more clearly now.

“My friend… I-I… He’s a hybrid.. i gave him up to one of the trafficking gangs.. my sister.. she’s a runner for them… she made me do it… she wants me to join her… I was so scared… and… I told them where my friend was… and they took him.. my sister wants me to oversee his sale… said I could tell the people about him.. advertise him… please… you’ve got to help… please… please…”

Felix sat stunned, he wasn’t sure what to make of it, was this a trap? But the kid sounded genuine.. well… he wasn’t going to sit around and do nothing. He made a choice.

“Where are they holding the sale?”

“A-A few miles out of town, middle of the old orchard.. the one no body goes in. I can help you get there.. just please.. i’m begging you, I’m sorry.. just please help me…”

“I will, don’t you worry, I’ll get them back, when is it being held?”

“Midnight tonight…”

“Okay, I can help. Whats your name kid?”

“Thomas..”

“Okay, Tom, I’m going to need you to just go along with the sale, just wait for me and I’ll get him out of there.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay.. thank you..”

Thomas walked back towards the shore, trying to stay calm. Felix stared at him before looking back to his bucket of fish. Today’s fun had very quickly become cold comfort..

—————————————————————————————————

Felix sat hidden in a pear tree, the plant was thick with branches and leaves, hiding him from any guards. He had been silent for hours by now, he glanced down at his watch, a minute to midnight.

The sudden rumbling of car engines approached, he squinted to make out who was approaching. Snaking through the trees a black van drove in, the windows tinted to prevent anyone from looking in. He felt his heart pound as the car came nearer and nearer..

As his watch ticked over to midnight, the van came to a stop right underneath the tree he was hidden in. He tried to steady his breath and remain calm. He had made it through worse, he could do this..

A young woman, the driver, emerged from the van and looked around. Her brow furled and she kicked the tree in anger, shaking the branches where Felix was hanging from.

“Those fucks should be here! They’re late!”

The kid from the docks, Thomas, timidly hopped out of the car and slowly walked up to her.

“W-Well what do we do?”

“Stop stuttering, we wait five minutes, any longer and the hybrid goes to someone else, they can get their fancy dinner somewhere else!”

“S-Sorry..”

The woman whipped around and looked Tom in he face. Felix slowly wrapped the tip of his tail around a sturdy branch and prepared to jump down, stretching and readying his claws, bracing for a fight.

“I said, don’t stutter. You’ll never make this sale or get into the business if you’re too busy stammering to talk. Just sit here for a few minutes and wait, if they don’t—“

Felix jumped down, quickly wrapping his arms around her and muffling her with a hand. He quickly yanked himself back into the tree dragging the thrashing crook up with himself. He held a claw above her neck before looking down towards Thomas. He was staring above at him, fear in his eyes.

He pulls his claw away from her neck and takes a breath, before pulling out a roll of duct tape from his pack. He quickly muffled her and bound her arms and legs, before dropping from the tree and placing his prisoner on the ground.

“T-Thank you…”

“You’re welcome. Where’s your friend?”

“I-In the back of the v-van..”

“Okay, get them out and put her in the back for me, can you do that?”

“I-I think…”

“Good, if you hear anyone approaching, dive in the back with them and hide, i’ll deal with them.”

“Okay..”

“You’re doing good kid, it’s gonna be okay.”

“Thank you..”

Thomas quickly ducked back to the truck of the Van and opened it up, he heard him talking to someone in the back, must be his friend. After a few moments he managed to unbind the hybrid and get him out. The hybrid went to run, but grabbing his shoulder, he stopped him. Felix climbed back up into the tree as he heard them whisper, and a few moments later, he heard the unmistakable thud of someone being thrown on to the metal floor of the back of the Van.

As he heard that, the sound of a second engine began to approach.

As he was told Thomas grabbed his friend and dived into the back before slamming the door. Peering through the leaves and fruit Felix could just about make out a single car approaching. It was a black car, tinted windows, though based on its design, it seemed like a bit of a pricier car. Must be the buyer..

The car came to a stop a dozen or so feet from the Van, after a few agonizing seconds, a single man stepped out, a young man in a suit, he had a tan brown briefcase in his right hand. Felix waited for a second, waiting for a guard to follow out of the car, but no one ever did. Was this man alone? Really? Maybe this was his first time buying…

The calm voice of the rich man pierced the silence.

“Hello? I have the money, apologies for being late, car wasn’t meant for dirt.. hello?”

The man approached the Van and tried to look through the windows, leaning against them and trying to peer in. And in his moment of distraction, Felix dove.

Propelling himself from the tree he grabbed the man and sent hem both tumbling on the ground, Felix didn’t wait a second to attack. He tried slashing at their throat and face, trying to get a quick kill. But before he could, the man pulled something out of his pocket, and before he knew it, he saw the barrel of a small pocket pistol in his face. He tried to dodge when a ear piercing…

BANG!

Rattled him to his core, and he felt a pain in his shoulder, looking to his left, he say a small hole, quickly growing wet with blood. The adrenaline and fear of having been shot mad time seem to slow, and such, he dove again and bit where it mattered.

——————————————————————————————————

A few minutes later, Thomas emerged from the Van and saw Felix sitting next to a corpse with a fresh ripped open throat, trying to keep pressure on his wound. Not missing a beat he ran over in a panic.

“O-O-Oh my god! W-What do I do?!”

Felix tried to take a deep breath and calm himself, but every breath hurt, moving his wound slightly. He tried to steady his thoughts and remember the first aid kit in his pack.

“O-Okay… in the satchel I-I’m wearing, t-theres a first aid kit. Get i-it.”

Thomas pulled out the small case and opened it, laying it on the ground.

“Wh-What now?”

“Take the t-tweezers, and pull the bullet out, it’s going to bleed a lot after that, so take some gauze and try and block it after.”

Tom timidly grabbed the needle and tried to hold it still, Felix removed his hand from his wound so Thomas could work. He winced as the cold metal touched his torn flesh, he tried not to scream as the tweezers dug into his wound, finding the bullet.

“I-I think I-I g-got it..”

“O-Okay.. p-pull it put.. r-remember the g-gauze..”

Thomas grabbed some gauze in his other hand and began to slowly pull out the bullet, both almost puked watching the metal be pulled out from under his skin.. and that feeling only grew worse as blood poured out from the wound after he tossed the bullet away. Tom quickly presses gauze into it to soak up the blood. Felix wanted to cry from the pain, but tried to keep steady.

“O-kay.. it’s out.. w-what n-n-now?”

“Grab the d-disinfectant s-stuff.. and pour i-it in.. dump the w-whole thing, I-I might scream, b-but do not stop. A-After t-that, i n-need you to stitch i-it shut. M-Make a crisscrossed p-pattern..”

“Okay.. I-I can d-do this..”

Thomas slowly grabbed the small bottle of the disinfectant, it’s chemical smell hitting them both, and slowly poured it under the gauze.

“AUGH! FUCK OW! CHRIST!”

Felix breathed through his teeth and tried to stay still as it burned his injury. After the bottle emptied Tom took out the needle and thread, looking sick knowing what he had to do. Felix nodded at him. Before he plunged the needle into his flesh. Felix couldn’t hold through the pain, and he began to cry, feeling the needle work through him, tearfully waiting for him to pull the thing tight. He would refit the stitches after he got home, this was a temporary fix. And a few moments later, Thomas pulled the stitches tight.

He gasped at the pain, and suddenly, the pain went down a bit with his now patched wound. He took a deep breath and steadied his mind. He was okay, he had made it. He turned to Tom.

“T-Thank you, you did good, it’s a good stitch you did..”

“Thank you too, thank you for getting my friend..”

Thomas stands back out and looks back towards the Van, seeing the hybrid standing next to it, watching them. He slowly steps towards the feathered hybrid, and they run towards Tom. Wrapping their wings around him, the hybrid hugs him tightly, kissing them on the forehead, before making a sign with their hands. Thomas looks back towards Felix.

“T-They say thank you..”

“Tell them they’re welcome. It’s always good to help someone, will you two be okay?”

“Yes, we’ll be okay, we’ll lay low for a while, everything’s going to be okay.”

“Im glad, about your sister… I’ll need to take the Van, see if she knows anything then figure out what to do with her.”

Thomas takes a deep breath.

“Deal with her how you must, I wont be too broken up about her.”

“I understand, thank you for coming to me.”

“Thank you for helping, maybe someday we can repay.”

“Theres no need, for now, we need to leave, someone could show up any moment. Maybe we’ll see each other again.”

Thomas nodded, before beginning to run off with his friend. Felix smiled as he watched the vanish behind the trees, no matter the pain, it was always worth it to save others. And with the night growing colder, and the silence slowly returning as the crunch them running disappeared, he closed the door to the back of the Van, and drove off with his prisoner. He had a long night of interrogating…

[yuukei-yikes]

i’m so curious to hear more about how the haruka and shintaro relationship develops post str. bc like there’s konoha and also the mess with shinaya and shintaro and takanes messed up dynamic and i just read your thing about how takane and shintaros friendship plays out and like… i’m so curious how or if haruka and shintaro ever get back to a good place and like how much do they even interact outside the quartet and can they even have a relationship separate from takane

YEAHYEAHYEAH WOOOO WOOOO guess what. this one also got too long💗 whatever. deal with it

i think haruka and shintaro are rly quick to go back to their old dynamic!!! but erm. ok here's the thing.

SORRY TO GET ALL ANNOYING ABT THIS AGAIN i answered this in an ask a few weeks ago BUT i am gonna repeat. it pisses me off SOOOOO MUCH that shintaro is totally normal to haruka and just a dickhead to ayano&takane. i accidentally went on a rant abt the misogynistic writing in shintaro/in general lollll and i might do it again💗 i will do it again. sorry, because when it comes to haruka & shintaro's dynamic this is SO difficult for me to get past i just can't do it so HERE I GO AGAIN:

because it pisses me off too that haruka just doesn't say anything. i WILL get to ur question i will get to haruka&shintaro post str about the whole shinaya and codependent shintaka shitshow but i need u to hear me out for a second first. YES I KNOW IM REPEATING MYSELF WHATEVER

so i know haruka not saying anything and doing stuff like Lying to takane abt hanging out with shintaro bc he knows she hates him etcetc is rather like. haruka's like theyre both my friends i hate they can't get along :( and i know its written this way because writer doesn't see the issue in question in the first place. like i said i hate how takane is always put at the level of shintaro as if she isn't defending herself. ayano just lets shintaro walk all over her + haruka is either oblivious or too spineless to say anything and takane's fighting for her life LOL like she's not stupid she knows why shintaro is a dick to her. and like damn takane was SO nice to shintaro when she first meets him and shintaro is the one to start their shitty dynamic in the hs days because he decided he hated her right off the bat without even knowing who she was. he just stood in a 2 or 3 hour line to whine abt ohh u think ur such a big shot because all these ppl think ur cool and the funny thing is that takane AT NO POINT EVER thinks this and is the total opposite, she was crying her eyes out the whole day at being exposed and having all these people here. shintaro didnt know shit. like truly what is the reason he did this other than AUUGGHH GIRLS DONT PLAY VIDEOGAMES😡😡😡 HES SO RIDICULOUS Like if he had been mean to haruka too later, I'd let it pass it'd be like ok yeah ig shintaro's wholeheartedly just a fucking asshole and who knows what his fucking problem is but LITERALLY IN THE SAME HOUR shintaro's like haruka i can teach you how to play videogames and be ur best friend lets kiss on the mouth like girl. again gay not only bc i like men but bc i hate women👍or whatever. hs shintaro i fucking hate you youre SO annoying. there is NO OTHER REASON for the treatment💗 and takane sees it and ayano & haruka either see it and dont say anything or are oblivious. ayano bc she's too awooga over shintaro and haruka because (cracks knuckles) care for internalized misogyny. sorry i know he's better than this but lollllll. either haruka is oblivious which HE IS NOT because haruka is a dumbass but in his pov he shows again and again how perceptive he is to the ppl around him. he's just a fucking spineless loser. he doesn't say anything to shintaro because then maybe shintaro will think he's lame. maybe he did say something to shintaro and shintaro was like erm whatever dude lol and haruka's like haha. yeah forget i said anything lol(sweating) but haruka isnt stupid enough not to consider why shintaro is just a dickhead to takane for no reason. sorry seriously what on earth was going thru jin's mind to write shintaro and takane's meeting like THAT 😭😭😭

yes i know theyre fictional characters and this is one of those things i could truly just ignore because it is the fault of the writer not of the, again, FICTIONAL CHARACTERS, and i do this with many things in kagepro but HERE specifically. i can't bring myself to ignore it and i dont wanna. idk, it just bothers me lol because it's an entire dynamic. you're telling me shintaro and takane had that relationship for a over a year at school and haruka just watched the whole time and didnt say anything??? he still went to be buddies with shintaro when he walked in and said all that awful shit to takane first meeting?? yeah girl im holding him accountable (as a character)idgaf. LOL!!! again erm. reminder this is written. im mad abt the sexist writing not The characters who are not real people ok? ok.

sorry maybe im butthurt because im afab🤨and reading this kinda thing is like.i wanna throw up and i get all intense. but imagine being in takane's place and ur guy friend who u think is good is like. just letting the misogynistic asshole in the friend group say shit because its not directly affecting him and ur like wow. ok then. hehe takane getting mad at haruka for always being like aw guys dont fight like she's not defending herself LOLLLL ok sorry ill stopill stop.

.........getting to the actual question. clearly i have my thoughts abt their dynamic. i think.. sorry, i just can't get past shintaro&takane's relationship in general to be able to think abt haruka&shintaro's. when i read ur ask i was like well ofc they have a relationship separate of takane!!! they're bestest friends!!! BUT... when i really think abt it... maybe not LMAOO like yeah maybe im just super like 💗💗takane💗💗 and hate the misogyny too much. and i think shintaro and ene/takane's relationship is SO titular to kagerou project that its impossible for me to ignore it??

i think generally in post str since shintaro is glued at the hip with takane who in return is also glued at the hip to haruka ofc it's never just Them two alone and takane is in fact in the middle. haruka loves hanging out with shintaro though and he loves him!! he loves when he's around he loves hanging out!! he's also excited abt shintaro and takane being besties bc at first he's like YES DREAM TEAM💥💥💥(PERCEIVES THE HORRORS) WAIT A SECOND..

i think since haruka is the one slowly talking to takane abt their codependency and etc he slowly grows to sort of. be annoyed?? at some of shintaro's behavior. because haruka tries talking to him about it the same he talks about it to takane! but while takane's all like "ummm nahhh whaaa no way ermm (holds head) OK MAYBE..." shintaro's like U THINK IM GONNA STEAL UR GIRLFRIEND UR SO FUNNY LOOOOOL and haruka's like 😐THATS NOT WHAT IM SAYING.

but like with ayano, haruka is kind of scary to shintaro. not as much as ayano, bc with her there's the whole thing abt yaki and stuff but haruka is also like. WOW he's alive huh. and also, again, shintaro is sorta pissed off at harutaka as a whole LOL 1. he's kinda down bad for both of them 2. is INSANELY jealous of their healthy & communicative & non destructive relationship in contrast to whatever the fuck he's doing with ayano. LOL!! from shintaro's perspective (subconsciously i cant stress it enough. all the shit he's doing he's rly not. on the loop(LOOL!!!)about the fact he is doing it he's rly not doing it on purpose) its comforting to know that bc of their codependency(that hes also in denial about) takane is as distanced from haruka as he is from ayano, like both their relationships suffer for it so it HAS to be normal right??

so when haruka approaches him abt it shintaro is kind of annoyed. subconsciously. at first he's like ohhh yeah of course you wanna spend time alone with ur girlfriend lol sorry man get some 👍 and haruka's like well that's not the only thing?? it's not so much about me as it is about you and takane bc this is clearly a rly bad dynamic for u guys and i think ur kind of enabling her fears and takane is really overdue in facing her reality and its not helping her to cling on u like this

actually, i think haruka is able to articulate it better to shintaro than to takane bc with takane he's terrified she'll dump him over it. because he is very worried specifically about her mental state and how she's using shintaro as a means to STILL not face her problems and the fact she is alive. but if he were to say this to her face takane would. yeah she'd freak out a lil bit so while he still does it little by little, he thinks talking directly to shintaro should be ok right!! he'll understand where he's coming from, because takane was and is dedicating her existence to shintaro for a sense of purpose while shintaro...what's shintaro's problem, haruka wonders. he acts annoyed but still stays by her. obviously he's just used to her. but it's not as extreme as it is with takane since she's DEDICATED so maybe he will hear him out!

DEAD WRONG shintaro keeps talking like omg haruka ur being just like ayano lmaooo all jealous over me and takane u guys are so funny. shintaro's so delighted he's like THANK GOD ayano and i are normal then, haruka is doing the same as her!! but haruka insists its really not so much abt jealousy at all he's just genuinely worried for both shintaro & takane. and probably grows a little annoyed over shintaro's insistence of him being jealous and refusing to listen LOL haruka: u and takane share a while understandable, deeply destructive relationship u cope mindlessly with... shintaro: u just wanna make out with her and ur mad im around :3

i think haruka even trusts shintaro with why he's telling him all this and why he struggles talking abt it to takane. so shintaro is VERY aware of haruka's delicate self worth and yeah takane too but shintaro also knows in detail abt haruka struggling to feel good enough for her and all that shit. and he feels kinda good abt it LOL shintaro's like... he kinda feels like he can have haruka under control like this. SUBCONSCIOUSLY OF COURSE AGAIN shintaro isnt a manipulative mastermind he's just GOING THRU IT.

basically haruka and shintaro do kinda have their old dynamic but now there's all this stuff abt takane. shintaro specifically keeps trying to default to their old dynamic but that's difficult bc haruka is REALLY living the moment while shintaro is still stuck in all these emotions pulling him back. so of course haruka's eq freaks him out a bit. and again pisses him the hell off that haruka and takane seem so good together while he's fighting for his life with ayano.

so when shintaro is at his wits end and hits on takane (anyone reading this out of context to my other post the anon is referring to, im sorry) it REALLY crashes down. ofc i talked abt takane's side bc that's what it was about but only briefly abt haruka. i think. i think haruka is overdue sending shintaro to hell too. from being such an asshole to both ayano and takane in highschool all the way to his fucked up relationships with both even now post str. i think that's also a nice way for haruka to step up and stop being so spineless. srry i keep calling him this but its such a perfect word to describe him. haruka is so self conscious abt everything his self confidence is so nonexistent and that holds him back from everything but i think the same way everyone is breaking by now he also has his Moment.

like haruka KNOWS shintaro is dealing with a lot. of course he knows. so haruka isnt mean about it, he doesnt yell at him about it like takane does. i think haruka just kinda. grimaces and says he's really disappointed in him. and shintaro's like GOD ID RATHER YOU PUNCH ME IN THE FACE but haruka is just silent and thats so so so much worse. shintaro keeps begging him to just punch him and haruka's like why?? and shintaro's like cuz im ur bro and i hit on ur girl :((((( and haruka's like OHHH MY GOD. DO U EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT IS GOING ON RN DO U HEAR HOW DEMEANING IT IS TO REDUCE IT TO JUST THAT?? ITS NOT HS CRUSH STUFF.... UR DESTROYING ALL UR RELATIONSHIPS MY MAN. shintaro's like a.

so hes like WELL...IM JUST...SORRY... LIKE I WASNT THINKING... and haruka's like apologize to TAKANE not ONLY me!! apologize to ayano!!where are THEIR apologies!! what's the matter with you!! i know ur hurting but ALL OF US are, why do u get a pass to act this way!! just stop!!!!

haruka doesn't say much else but i think only that is enough to send shintaro spiraling down + all the other stuff. he's like speedrunning destroying all his relationships its so funny honestly. and i think haruka is the one to point it out to him. he says he HAS been telling him and didnt listen and he's driven it to a point where even he needs a break from him and doesnt really wanna see him rn. shintaro's like 😐meltdown style. haruka's like Closes door on ur face cutely💗

sorry i kinda talked abt so much other stuff here but yeah. 💗👍

[atangledfate]

Lanolin watched Sonic, Belle and Kit enter, with Sonic leaning against a wall, and Kit finding a place to sit. She rubbed the back of her neck looking to Blaze with unsure eyes. It stood to reason that GUN had its network of spies. Two people knew all about Belle outside of the people who worked here. It was easy to assume Rouge and Shadow had given all kinds of reports to GUN though she liked to believe Rouge wouldn't have given those kinds of details.

" It could have been anyone, Both shadow and rouge work for GUN and had full access to this information. But even if we say they wouldn't do that--- plenty of volunteers come and go through the workshop. Any one of them could have overheard her, or us talk about it. Or they could have gained information from the eggnet itself... how isn't important right now. The fact is they know and she's on there radar... honestly this was bound to happen eventually. I think we all knew that... "

Sonic looked at Belle flexing his hands with that anger flashing across his face again. He wasn't gonna let anyone get to Belle, and he'd die before he let them take her. But Belle was right running from GUN was probably the last thing she wanted. This was a mess and worse, it wasn't the kind of mess he could punch away. Eggman was easy to deal with but GUN? Politics sucked! But his eyes went to Kitsunami and he couldn't help but worry how he'd react to Surge's plans, damn how was he gonna do this? His eyes shifted to Rowan as he came back and he smiled!

" Hah! well ring tail! you are doing better then most! you wouldn't believe how many can't hold it down! so kudos to you! "

His thoughts broke as Miles finally made his way up stairs, and Sonic and he shared a fist Bump. At least his mood seemed 10 shades brighter as if the fox mellowed him out. His eyes turned to Lanolin as she got everyones attention now that Miles was there.

" Alright... guess that is everyone but Surge--- Here is the situation! The United Federation of Nations president has personally spoke with me. He's made his stance clear... he sees Restoration as a rogue element... it was fine at first they even commended our work. But taking in Surge, Kitsunami, and Belle seemed to set of red flags. Clutch's deception only cemented there stance... "

" The President ants to shut us down until a full investigation can be performed. It's likely he intends to arrest Surge, and Kitsunami... i can't say what his intent with Belle is yet. The point is... if we fight back we become enemies of the the free world... enemies of gun and we prove them right! I don't trust them either... i doubt Amy would... I think we have to play there game... I don't see another way out of this that doesn't get people killed and our donations cut for good... "

She sighed and rubbed her own cheek looking at Belle and Kit specifically.

" Belle, Kitsunami and Surge i get it if you want to cut and run... i won't stop you. But this ... this is the only choice we have to keep our work going... no matter what i feel about you both, and i've come to see you as friends. I have to look out for the well being of the organization... our work is to important... i hope you understand..."

Sonic let out a deep breath through his nose, he somehow ventured this was the outcome. He hated every word Lanolin said! She was just gonna give up like that? and what let them come in and shut it all down! or worse take control? this was bullshit!

" Oh come on Lanolin you can't be serious! Those guys will make up what ever story they want! just let surge and i kick there butts! and send them packing! "

" No Sonic, she's right... Restoration relies heavily on donations and volunteers. If the United Federation of Nations declares us an enemy of the state or terrorists. We'd lose all funding, and worse people would be to afraid to help out. If we fight we lose, if they come in we still lose but at least there is a chance to fight it in court, or argue our side of things... logically speaking its a risky move but... if we fight we defiantly lose..."

Miles looked over at Belle with a sad look

" It might also be a chance for Belle to finally argue her case to the people and be accepted as a citizen... but, they could also dismantle her or lump her in with eggman. This is a big risk for all parties... especially surge, Kitsunami and belle... they have a tough choice to make..."

" Well, we chaotix have always remained free lance--- but ifin' they do come in and investigate. We can do our own investigation... least have our own evidence to use against them... but as someone who grew up in the hood--- If they gots the right judge you ain't ever gonna win that case... you all sure you wanna go down that road? "

" I know this is bad but ... unless anyone has better plan... i'm out of options... and the clock is ticking. I don't want anyone hurt... we all came together to fight eggman, not the goverment. I just--- i'm open to ideas... its why i called you here... "

"Though from what I know you concealed Belle's creator besides a select few, and I believe given how different her design is only someone used to fighting Badniks could put together who she was made by. In that sense, the mole either has to be one of the volunteer soldiers that's been here a while, or someone in the inner circle." Blaze was more concerned why go after Belle. She's never been seen with Eggman, or his forces. As far as they're concerned she's just an advanced robot living her life.

"I have doubts they'd take it that far, if only because did warn Lupus that attack me is like declaring war against the Sol Empire." It was a scare tactic, though an effective one as she was sure he mentioned it to the president. "If we have too I can simply move Belle, Surge, and Kitsunami to the Sol Dimension and bring them back some place else."

"I don't think Surge or Kitsunami would like that idea very much. I'm not opposed to it, even if I don't want to runway and stand my ground I'm sure that'd be a good idea. Though perhaps convincing them to leave me alone would be better in the long run." Belle was only offering her ideas as she entered the room right after Sonic. The tinkerer didn't want GUN breathing down her neck for the rest of her life.

Rowan would walk back in, looking a bit annoyed. "You know, you could've just asked me to leave for a second to talk to her. I've never moved at high speeds and nearly threw up my lunch." The lemur guessed he was being pushy, though was also trying not to come off too strong. Guess he needs to work on that a bit more, though there are certainly a lot of people her now.

A moment later Kitsunami would walk in, not saying a word to anyone before finding a chair and sitting down. The fennec never expected Surge to be here, sure she was out by the check point as a warning for GUN not to try anything. The tenrec wants him to keep the inside of the base safe so that's what he's going to do. Only intending to assist her if she calls him.