#like i havent asked him but the signs are pointing in that direction

[revivisection]

unfortunately all the evidence points to me still being attracted to my friend

[neoplatinum]

til' death do us part - part 1 | minatozaki sana

summary: sana minatozaki walks right into your life with a marriage license.

pairing: heiress!sana x reader

themes: arranged marriage au, fluff, angst, tension, lots of elitism, conglomerate power-hungry side characters, implied sex

wc: 5.0k

(series masterlist)

"the minatozaki's are waiting." you stare at the contract in front of you, frustrated at the idea of the family visiting. they sent the contract to you two weeks ago, and you knew that they were expecting a response, as in a signature. but here lays the contract on your coffee table, left to collect dust.

"let them in." you sit up from the couch, adjusting your shirt. you watch the maid let them in, timed steps in the long marble hallway. you hear their presence before you see them. then you see the matriarch of the minatozaki family step into the room. her head held high and proper, like a leader.

she reminds you of your own mother: the sharp tongue, quick judgements, and inability to let go of grudges.

then walks in sana minatozaki, the only heiress of the minatozaki group. she is not a stranger at all, but you havent decided if she is a friend or foe. when you were both younger, annual balls were centered around her. she always took those events in stride, while you enjoyed sticking by your mother's side.

you often remember watching sana dancing with anyone who would ask her; even from afar, you knew she was someone that everyone awed at. they treated her attention like a prize worth attaining.

"hello mrs. minatozaki and ms. minatozaki, please have a seat." you direct them to sit on the opposing couch. "how may i help you?"

they both get situated while you sit by yourself, feeling the weight of the minatozaki power firsthand. you watch your staff rushing to present them with tea, only for the two to dismiss them quickly.

"yes, we sent over a contract earlier last week, please sign it." the matriach points at the contract on your table.

"yes well, it is a marriage contract, a legally binding one. i need time to think it through."

"what is there to think through? you get to marry into the minatozaki group, and solidify your business with the backings of our family, i see no reason that it's empty now."

you frown at that, those were the exact words your own father told you over the phone, you called him immediately after receiving the contract, he told you the same exact thing, ending the call immediately after.

you dont disagree with the benefits, you would just rather marry someone else. someone that you could be in love with, not sana minatozaki.

"mrs. minatozaki, as much as i understand the power and backing of your family. i am rather old-fashioned. i only believe in marriage out of love." you nod solemnly to the older woman.

she lets out a trained laugh and holds her daughter's hands like they're her prize and tool. "love? you don't think that you could love my daughter?"

"mrs. minatozaki, i didn't mean it in that way-"

"so, what way did you mean it? my daughter sana," you say, watching as her daughter stands up from the couch, tall and proud, just like her mother, and smiling at you in that coy smile. "she has a line of suitors far longer than you could imagine; you should reconsider."

"mrs. minatozaki' please if i may-"

she holds her palm up, completely stopping you from speaking. "enough. here's what we're going to do: a three-month commitment. truly court my daughter for three months, and if you can honestly tell me you aren't in love with her, then i won't bother you with this matter for any longer."

"mrs. minatozaki, i think this is a completely archaic idea!" you exclaim, shocked to hear her say these plans. how quick she is to decide for her daughter's life.

"watch your tone. do not forget that your mother and I are well acquainted." she points her finger at you, and in a split second, she's back to that trained smile that is always so unnerving and threatening.

"i'm very sorry mrs. mintatozaki, please forgive my rudeness." you bow deeply at the woman. you return to your trained demeanor, letting mrs. minatozaki run your life for the next three months. who knows what she'll say to your mother if you decline?

both women get up promptly at the matriarch's signal, and you rush to walk them out of the manor. their resounding footsteps echo through the halls. the matriarch continues speaking of the three months of "dating," and you nod at every word in appeasement.

you assist them into their car, and soon they speed away from your manor. leaving you frustrated in your own driveway. by the time the sun has set, you finally return to your room.

--

the thought doesn't bother you anymore, while you were nervous at the idea of the minatozaki's pressing you on this marriage, you had gotten way too swamped with work.

in a week's time since the visit, you were giving a big presentation to shareholders and clientele. countless nights spent languidly going through the motions of collecting data for infographics and reports to extrapolate data. all part of your stressful day job.

a job that you take pride in, to take over the family business. dedicating years of your life to build the rapport needed for your father to put the company in your name.

you begin to wrap up on your final slide, indicating the prosperous quarter that your company has been seeing. beautiful graphics that display profit margins through the roofs. in every chair of that conference room sat a wide smile at your future projections.

"we expect to see a projection of 33% from our previous annual profits, along with more assets, and with the likes of a possible acquisition, this company will continue to flourish. thank you all for today." you conclude your presentation and smile to the many shareholders. they all stand and applaud you; you take a deep bow and shake hands.

the shareholders hound you, all gathered around in suits that costed more than the average house. they only bowed to the sound of money dropping into their pockets. so they push you, push your boundaries of how much you'll let them take.

mr. seki has always been the most persistent, asking for more money than he knew how to spend. so he stands before you, eyes twinkling and his grubby hands rubbing together like he found a gold mine.

you listen to him speak of the golden days with your father, business had little to regulations, making money was easier than breathing, but now he breaths down your neck for bonuses. the words travel in one ear and out the other, he forgets that you were a young child listening in to his discussions with your father.

before you know it, you hear that sharp clicking sound, the sound of sharp hard rubber hitting the tiled floor, you hear heels. short confident steps of a woman, and then you see it through the frosted glass, a womanly figure.

she's walking right into the conference room. then you notice the details: long brunette hair in waves, branded sunglasses atop her nose, a light pink suit adorned with blinding diamonds. behind her are bodyguards that tower over everyone. everyone's conversation stops at the sight of her, she stops right in front of you.

eyes strong and daring, she slips off her glasses and you recognize her, the woman of all your friend's dreams: sana minatozaki. more confident than ever, not being guided by her mother, she smiles that smile that you know your friends swoon over. delicate fingers slip off her glasses as she hands them to her assistant. eyes still focused on yours.

then she does it, grabs ahold of your tie, and slams her lips against yours. and you can hear it faintly, the sound of the shareholders all gasping, drowned out by the sound of your own heartbeat. the searing kiss lasts so long, like a time loop. when she pulls back, you gasp for air, choking and doubling over coughing like you inhaled chili powder. all your presentation material spilling on the ground.

"sorry to cut the festivities short, gentlemen." she bows lightly, an amused smile underlying her sarcasm. "my fiancé and i have things to attend to, i'm sure you know how demanding your wife can be". she giggles at that, letting them all nod, and disperse.

"fiancé?" you cough out, still catching your breath. sana grabs ahold of your hand and drags you out the conference room, and out to the elevators. you watch her two bodyguards at your feet, ready to intervene with broad and thick builds.

they remind you much of your father's bodyguards. but you never wanted them because it just felt so unnatural to be followed by men who protected you.

sana stands before the elevator, and without missing a beat walks in, at the sound of the door opening. you get pulled by the two bodygaurds into the box. now you stand next to a smirking sana and two men who could break your spine ten times over.

you exit into the lobby, all the staff rising to their feet at the sight of you and miss minatozaki. greeting you all, as you rush to follow after sana. you have a sinking feeling if you don't that those two men behind you are going to toss you right into the ocean. right outside of the lobby, is the sight of the signature black marked sedan. a true sign of a minatozaki. like the fortress of a family, this car is far than capable of withstanding a nuke, how true this statement is? you never want to know.

sana is quick to sit herself inside, being guided by her chaffeur. you nod to him before sitting inside, seperated by the middle seat. the door closes and suddenly you feel claustrophobic.

the last time you spoke to sana was years ago, back in law school, you never did like her clique but they were everywhere. so you have interacted with her through case studies and presentations, steering clear of the intimidating minatozaki group. so much for avoiding them, now you're stuck in a car with the exact person you were avoiding all your life.

"mother is furious." she comments, grabbing her heels off her feet, tucking them into a compartment. you stare at her for a while, confused with what she means. "well?"

"miss minatozaki, i thin-"

"sana. just sana please." she corrects you.

"miss sana, please, you cannot barge into my shareholder meetings and attack me like that. that was unacceptable on all levels." you continue. loosening the tie that felt like it was choking you when she grabbed it. you slip it off your neck and into your pocket.

"i thought mother made it clear her expectations. you sign that marriage license, and we're good." she continues to correct you, disregarding your frustrations.

"sana. i apologize but i have been swamped with work, i cannot even begin to think about marriage." you complain.

"work? you marry into the minatozaki group and you'll never lift a finger. those infographics you put together were cute, but the minatozaki's never put themselves through work they can pass off to others. marry in, and we'll find a suitable ceo the second you say so." she is everything you stand against, a figurehead as the ceo is the last thing you want for your budding company.

"i think you are mistaken, miss sana. this company is me, i am this company, that will not change if i marry into the minatozaki group." you don't waver for a second, conviction running through your blood.

she smiles at that, "you are one of those. the ones that are married to their work before anything else." she takes a second to contemplate this thought, what would you bring to the minatozaki group? profit, drama, not a headache that's for sure.

"i'm going to let you in on a secret," she leans her head towards you. "like how you are married to your work, i am married to wealth. doesn't matter if you have a million mistresses, or a thousand bastard babys. as long as you don't smear the minatozaki name, you will fit right in."

"i do not think so miss sana. the minatozaki's are adamant about blood purity, they don't let bastards live." you explain. she smirks at that, you've clearly done your research about the minatozaki clan. "miss sana, please, me marrying into your family would not beneficial to you. i am too concerned with my own self to be a pawn for your clan." you finish, hoping they will let this issue to rest.

"you seem to know a lot about our family for someone who isn't interested marrying in." her eyebrow shoots up and with the snap of a finger, the bodyguard hands her a manila folder through the slit of the window.

"once again, we urge you to sign this. i hope we become lifelong partners, fiancé." she winks and steps out of the car. speaking to the chauffeur, and soon you're being driven by the minatozaki car, another car ready for sana in an instant.

now you're left with a manila folder, weighing heavier than anything else in the world. when you are sit in your armchair with the manila folder, nursing a nice drink to unwind, you finally untie the manila folder. opening the contents, you find the same contract on your coffee table. signed with sana's signature in the bottom, and another paper.

in a written letter from your own father, you nearly crumple the paper in your own hand. the clauses of placing your company in the hands of your father, all shareholder signatures at the bottom. indicating the removal of power. in another line it reads in big bold letters, date sana for three months or your company will be absorbed by your father.

you call up your father.

"father, this is ridiculous, you cannot do this to my company. why are you meddling now?"

"you insolent child, given the opportunity to grow your business, you choose instead to be selfish? i present to you the opportunity of a lifetime: marriage into the minatozaki group. and i've been told you're pushing their patience." his deep voice rumbles into the phone. "my final words are these: you want your company so bad, prove that you are committed to the minatozakis, then i will transfer the power back." he firmly states.

"i don't even have the time, father. my schedule is busy with the new year and final changes with new clientele."

"i've already spoken to your assistant, all work for you the next three months have been transferred to my coo. he will take over for the time being, i trust him to run my own company, so don't you go spouting nonsense about his credibility." you bite your tongue at the sight. how dare your father meddle in your company? one that you built up with your own hands. the only piece of yourself that wasn't controlled by your father.

"do not forget who raised you. i can take everything away." his voice booms through the speakers. he ends the phone call there. and you throw that phone like a baseball, shattering the device into pieces.

--

so you do date sana for three months, finding it absolutely absurd in the beginning. often visiting her wherever she traveled. when she was busy, you would send out bouquets in your absence. you tried your best to date her, devoting time to getting to know her better. she's like you remembered when you were younger, loud rambunctious and had an eye for all things expensive. you spent trips all over the globe within those three months.

it's a strange feeling. letting yourself rest, you can't remember the last time you went on a vacation other than in law school. here you are, lying in a lounge chair on a private beach in santorini. drinking mai tais while you stare into the horizon. confused with your own life right now.

it should've been the merger. you get antsy just at the idea of your father's coo leading the merger, but what can you do. that company is not "yours" right now. while you are trying to enjoy the sight of the bright sun and clear waters, you watch out of the corner of your eye as sana flirts openly with a resort worker.

hand on his bicep, leaning in to show more cleavage, all the while keeping a sultry smile on her face. you're done letting your life be decided for you. you walk over.

"hi honey, how is it going?" you smile towards her, leaning in for a quick kiss. holding her neck in place, as you watch the man walk away. you let her go.

"jealous?" she smirks.

"no. i need answers." you sit down in front of her. "why me?"

"what do you mean why me?" she sips on her cosmopolitan, not provoked by the question.

"why marry me? my father is well known, but we are not a conglomerate group, why do you wish to marry me? i provide nothing to the minatozaki group, it doesn't make sense. there's the watanabe clan, the abe clan, the ito clan. i really don't understand why my family."

"it's not your father or his companies, it's you." she points at you. still sipping her drink. she doesn't skip a beat, no hesitation in her words.

"i hold no power on the world stage, you would be well off marrying any clan." you try reasoning with her, beyond perplexed on why she chose you.

"the watanabe clan are dirty: plagued with dirty lust, the abe clan are ruthless killers, the ito clan has been known to kill their woman. so tell me, how much better off i will be marrying them?" she continues. face hardened.

"i see...they are not as great as their name." you stare at her. less perplexed but definitely confused.

"we all grew up together, all the heirs, i know them better than they know themselves. and i do not like what i see. but you and i didn't speak to each other." she signals for another cosmopolitan, thanking the staff member and digging through her bag. pulling out photos of you two when you were children at the annual balls.

"you are worlds better than all of them combined. i could see it in the way you never vied for my attention. they all were intact dogs, hoping to hump something by the end of the night."

"sorry for the assumptions," you offer. the way she looks away from you, watching the ocean. and letting out a long and heavy sigh. she tucks the photos away. "so, marriage out of convenience? is that all this is?"

"yes." she nods.

you grab the contract from your bag, signing it in front of her. and then placing it in her hands, "to a happy marriage sana minatozaki, i hope you can handle my snoring." you laugh.

she grins at the contract, and tucks it into her bag. "then i hope you can handle my kicking. you groan jokingly and laugh loudly, her joining you.

--

minatozaki weddings were no joke. halls lined with marble pillars with gold accents. dishes made out of the finest and purest porecelin. waiters dressed in their finest, not a single hair out of place. global leaders and their children attending, even if they had no ties to the minatozaki.

the grandiose hall with beautiful mirrors dating centuries ago. recovered artifacts from the edo period, adorning the shelves. the giant minatozaki family crest on the back wall. with long tables lined with wedding gifts. you stand next to sana as the reception procession continues into the night. many notable figures congratulating the marriage. as well as the intricate gifts being handed off to you. each gift being placed and documented by the minatozaki security team.

the minatozakis look happy, wearing traditional kimonos and inviting all the guests to talk about their daughters marriage.

even though the place is filled with laughter and happiness, you can't help but feel like you just entered a loveless marriage. where you are destined to avoid sana, she smiles at everyone, showering in the attention, while you can't wait to get back to work.

--

you had explained to sana you wanted a quiet honeymoon, one that was peaceful and relaxing. so you both went puglia, to enjoy the rich Italian culture and the beautiful greens and blues of the water.

sana spent nearly ever second of the day buying herself clothes while enjoying pestering you. often times dragging you along to carry her bags, and be at her beck and call. she calls it "conditioning for a happy marriage." you had rolled your eyes when you heard it, but you wanted a happy marriage too so you complied.

now you stand in the middle of puglia, taking photos of sana, at her request. for the third time that day.

"how many photos do you need sana?"

"as many as i want. stop talking, more clicking!" you get back to taking photos and letting her enjoy the scenery. it's quite nice being with sana, she may be a bit high maintenance, but she doesn' t overstep when it comes to your boundaries. letting you enjoy your own alone time and venturing through the city alone.

sometimes you bring back flowers or a small gift to her, all of which she happily enjoys with a warm smile.

--

after the honeymoon, its back to the real world. in which your father happily returned the company back to you. the merger had been successful, but you're still catching up on paperwork that only you could sign. in the coming months, sana has moved in.

living together has become a routine. when she moved into your manor, she claimed it was a nice change from her home. you were confused because her house was far more amenities, but you let her move in.

so, every morning and night, you spend time with her, sleeping in the same bed, drinking the same coffee, and sitting at the same dining table. you don't share more than a few words with her, but her presence has become a nice addition to your life.

she's made herself comfortable, her makeup products all lining your sink, heels filling the floor of the closet. her closet so big that she ordered construction to build her own walk-in.

often times you see her out lounging in the sun room doing yoga or pilates. or when she's in a good mood, she'll join you in your study room to do work herself.

she goes out at night frequently, so you make it a habit to stay up until she gets home. you know she's protected and safe with her trained bodyguards and chauffeur.

it just brings you a sense of comfort to bring her inside in case she's unwell. some nights she gets home with love bites all over her body, other nights she comes home drunk falling into your arms. you never comment on it.

she comments on your life first.

"do you...have someone special in your life?" she asks with a glass of wine in hand. you look up from your table, eyeing her in the doorframe.

"no, i'm married to my job." you look back at the work laid out for you, pushing glasses back up the bridge of your nose.

"have you slept with a woman before?" you stop your work, putting the pen down.

"sana, are we asking about each other's sex lives now?"

"well i can be curious, cant i? you always look so proper." she walks in to sit by you.

"well, yes in the past i have." you comment, a little thrown off with the line of questions. she nods her head and gives you her wine, you sip it and place it on the desk. "why do you ask?"

"we've never consummated our marriage, don't you think it's time?" she leans over, eyeing the work on your paper.

"what happened to marriage out of convenience?"

"marriage out of convenience could mean we're sex partners out of convenience," she smirks. she stands up, pushing the paper off to the side. you raise your eyebrow, trying to get her to stop messing with your work.

"sana."

"yes?" she takes the glasses off your face. a coy smile on her lips.

"we don't have to do this."

"i want to. do you?" she stands in your way, eyes trained on yours. a playful smile on her face. you get up to set your mind straight, no way were you sleeping with your non-wife.

"sana, please, you must be drunk." you walk past her, calling out to staff. "hi, could you please assist sana to bed." sana scoffs at you, flipping you off and pushing past the maid.

you return to your desk, eyebrows pushed together and a headache forming. but you can feel that spike in your stomach, you're sexually frustrated.

--

you've been actively avoiding being too close with sana. whenever she circles around, you scoot further away. opting for open spaces where she won't make sexual advances. rejecting her isn't fun either, she gets all pouty about it, but the way she makes you feel lately, has been dangerous. so you try your best to exercise restraint.

in the coming weeks it's harder and harder. some days she visits with your dress shirts tucked into a pencil skirt. walking in like a wet dream into your office. you will yourself to have self control but you can feel it slipping. the way you want to grab her, feel her skin under your fingertips, wanting to wrap around her.

today she manages to get under your skin. "darling, you must be so tired." she slides behind you. and starts massaging your shoulders, pressing the knots away.

you let her, feeling the tension release from your shoulders. her hands move expertly, and soon you feel more relaxed than ever. her hands begin to wander, sliding over your torso and frame. you turn to look at her, playful eyes staring back at you. you pull her into your lap, grabbing her neck for a kiss.

"i think it would be rather impolite of me to have our first time here in my office. maybe later?" you offer, playing with her pencil skirt.

"i don't care where we do it, as long as we do it now." she smirks and plays with your hair. you pull her up and place her atop your desk. walking quickly to close the door and drop the blinds.

she laughs when push her back, back hitting the desk, and then you lean over her. giving her a long kiss, before sliding your hands up her legs.

"come take what yours." she grins. you begin unbuttoning her shirt, hands trailing down until they reach her hips.

you kiss her fervently, moving towards her like a magnet. "yes miss minatozaki."

--

you might have to label yourself a sex addict, maybe a sana minatozaki addict actually. after sleeping with sana, you can't keep your hands off of her. often messaging her and taking days off to be around her.

it's unlike you, so unfocused and nonchalant about work. but you can't help it, sana feels like a drug and you need your supply. so here you are in your study, trying to clean up the smell of sex before your mother-in-law arrives. sana's an absolute vixen and trying to coax you into another round, but you know at any second her mother will walk into the house like its her own.

you spray a scent over top of the room urgently before closing the door behind you. a clingy sana kissing you deeply, trying so very hard to get you in bed with her.

"sana, no. your mother will be here any second." you force yourself to be the bad guy, pulling her arms off of you. to which she flicks your forehead.

"sana!" the sound of her voice booming like it's through a speakerphone. sana immediately tenses up, posture straight like a board.

"hi mother."

"glad to see you still recognize me." her mother chastises her. you watch the two woman, and you stay quiet. letting sana speak to her mother in a hushed tone, while you stand nearby.

it's hard to get a gauge on sana's mother, she's fierce and demanding. you also can't tell if she likes you, she keeps her distance. but you also can't tell if that's a good or bad thing. oftentimes she shows up requesting your presence at her events. but you play the part well as much as you can.

the older woman walks towards your living room, where she was months ago, and requesting you to marry her daughter. now she moves around your home like it's her own.

"now that you two have been happily married, it's important to discuss the next step." she starts. "we need heirs, multiple."

you and sana look at each other in horror.

"sana was the only heir in her generation of minatozaki's, i need you two to produce more than a single heir. to protect the minatozaki clan." she states firmly.

you groan into your hands, horrified at the conversation. and for the first time you see the matriach smile as she shows off photos of sana as a baby, cute as a button.

it does make you wonder about having a little sana running around, so you take the conversation topic in stride. letting the matriarch discuss traditions, schooling, extracurriculars and education to maintain the minatozaki standard.

sana is horrified to hear all this from her mother, but when she leaves, a light bulb turns on in her brain. then she smiles at you in that knowing smile.

"honey, come on, you heard my mother. we have to produce heirs. you know what that means?" then she wiggles her eyebrows as she drags you upstairs.

and you let her.

--

a/n: sana, sana, sana. she's been plaguing my mind recently. hope you enjoyed, proofreading is difficult work so i didn't do it. stay safe and stay healthy everyone!

[cloudyyoimiya]

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OK OK BUT HEAR ME OUT BC I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT YANDERE ODA WHERE HIS S/O GETS IN A LIFE-THREATENING SITUATION WITH AN ENEMY GROUP AND BRO GOES INSANE. ALSO THERE IS NOT ENOUGH YANDERE ODA WTF- (at least romantically) ALSO COULD U DO THE SAME PROMPT WITH RANPO???? IF NOT THEN DO JUST ODA >:)) (or whoever else u wanna include >:))

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Their Darling Gets Into a Life Threatening Situation; Oda Sakunosuke and Ranpo Edogawa

Format: Headcanons and Scenario

Possible warnings: Yandere behavior, dark content, kidnapping, reader getting slightly injured, blood, violence

Oda Sakunosuke

One day he arrived home to an empty house. Oda frantically called out your name, but you wouldn’t respond. He searched every room, the closets, even the shed outside, but he found nothing. Now he started to panic.

Did you manage to escape?

No that couldn’t be possible.

He looked around the house for any signs of struggle, and he found quite a few. He found some blood, your hair, and a note telling him about your whereabouts.

How did he not notice those things before?

As he read the note, he only got angrier and angrier. He felt as if he was about to explode from how infuriated he was.

He immediately grabbed his guns, put them in his coat, then headed to where your location was. He was beyond furious at this point. He tried to calm himself down, but he just couldn’t. Your life was on the line because he was unable to do the one thing he promised to do; protect you.

Let’s just hope that he felt a little bit of mercy towards the poor souls that he’d be directing his anger towards.

Scenario…

You shuffled uncomfortably in the ropes that you were bound up in. As of now you were sitting on a wooden chair in a dimly lit room. It was cold, and you were injured badly. You felt as if you were going to pass out. There were no signs of life besides the occasional laughter from just outside of the door. This honestly had to be worse than when Oda first took you in.

You were about to pass out from exhaustion, but then you started to heard faint gun shots and people screaming. This immediately put you on edge. The only thing you could do is stare at the door in anticipation. Where you about to die? Was this it?

After one final guttural scream, the gunshots stopped and you let out a shaky breath. Your ears rang at the loud noises that the firearm had produced.

Your vision was starting to get hazy as the door burst open. You slowly looked up and your gaze met a familiar red head’s. There was a small amount of blood trickling down his cheek alongside some stains on his tan coat.

“Oda?” You asked weakly. “You came.”

Oda quickly ran behind you and started to untie the ropes that you were bound in. “Of course I did, darling.”

“I didn’t think you would,” you muttered. You then looked at the door way; the enemies bodies flooded the floor. “You said you wouldn’t kill people… Why?”

Oda finished untying you, then walked in front of you. He then cupped your cheek. “They hurt you.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re about to pass out,” he snapped back. “C’mon, let’s get you back home.”

You looked up at him with no energy left to argue. You nodded, then looked down. “Are you going to keep me locked up again?”

The man only sighed at your question. He then picked you up bridal style and started to walk away with you in his arms. “Close your eyes.”

You did as you were told and closed your eyes. As soon as you left the room you were held in, the smell of death instantly invaded your senses. You scrunched up your face in disapproval. You hoped that you wouldn’t have to smell anything like this again in your life. It made you nauseous.

“We’re almost outside, my love,” Oda said after a while.

Eventually you felt the light invading your senses. You slowly opened your eyes, then immediately closed them. You had to readjust to the light since the room you were kept in was barely illuminated. It took you a few minutes, but you were finally able to open your eyes without the need to squint.

The two of you shared no words as you journeyed back to your eternal prison. You felt weak; you were unable to move, it hurt to talk, and you could barely see.

Eventually the two of you reached Oda’s home. He opened the front door then carefully placed you on the sofa. He ran off somewhere, then came back with a small med kit.

He opened it and took out some rubbing alcohol. Oda then started to treat your wounds. You hissed as you felt the alcohol disinfect your open wounds.

“I apologize,” your captor eventually spoke up. “I was unable to protect you.”

“It’s fine,” you said as you winced. “There was nothing you could’ve done.”

Oda stayed silent, deep in thought. He then took out the bandages from the med kit and started to wrap up your wounds. He started with the ones on your arms, making sure to not put too much pressure on it. He was careful with his movements, not wanting to hurt you.

When he moved onto your other arm he spoke up once more. “I’ll have to keep a better eye on you. I’ll ask Dazai for some henchmen to guard you.”

You hummed at his words. In the moment you didn’t know what to say, so you opted to staying silent.

“(Name)? I love you. Don’t ever forget that.”

Ranpo Edogawa

When he arrived to a quiet, empty house, he somehow managed to stay calm. He immediately put on his glasses and used his ability to figure out what happened.

Ranpo then deduced that some random gang decided to break into his house and rob him. When they realized that you were there locked away, they thought it would be best to kidnap you to get rid of any evidence.

Ranpo calmly headed back to the agency and told them about your disappearance. He of course made it seem like you stayed with him willingly, but nonetheless he told them.

The agency believed him.

Well, all except for one. Dazai didn’t believe he was telling the whole truth, but he wouldn’t pry. He had issues of his own.

The man was strangely calm. You’d think he’d be panicking in a situation like this, but he wasn’t.

He truly is a strange case.

Eventually they tracked down your location, and they got you out of there.

Scenario…

You lay down on the ground, fighting consciousness. You had to stay awake. If you didn’t, well, you don’t know what would happen to you. You were scared.

The room you were kept in was well lit. There was a small bed that was infested with bed bugs, a window with bars over it, and blood all over the walls. Your best guess was that this once served as a torture room. The thought of that alone chilled you to the core. Were you next? You hated that thought…

As you were about to close your eyes you started to hear yelling. You frowned as you managed to stand up from the ground. You then headed towards the door and looked through the small window that it had.

The sight before you was nothing you’ve seen before. It was Yosano, Kenji, Atsushi, and Ranpo. They all were fighting your kidnappers, aiming to disarm and or subdue each one.

Ranpo was the one to notice you watching the four fighting. He immediately darted to the room you were kept in and unlocked the door. Ranpo then opened it and tackled you in a hug.

You winced as you two fell to the ground. Ranpo was holding you so tightly— you felt as if you couldn’t breathe.

“Ranpo,” you said. “Too tight..!”

He immediately loosened his grip then looked up at you. As he hugged you he made sure to avoid any injuries you sustained.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “Are you alright?”

You nodded. “I’m fine. I’m just very tired is all.”

He looked over some of the injuries you had received. He then looked over at Yosano and called her over.

Yosano ran over towards you with a slight frown. She practically had to throw Ranpo off of your body before she looked at your injuries. Once she noticed a particularly deep cut on your thigh, she used her ability to heal you. If the cut was left was left without any treatment, you would’ve bled out.

Butterflies swarmed you as you let out a relieved sigh. You were still tired, yes, but at least you weren’t on deaths doorstep anymore.

Yosano got up and joined back in the fight. Ranpo then walked over to you and sat next to you. He took out one of your favorite candies from his pocket and gave it to you with a neutral expression.

“Take it,” he spoke. “You look like you need it.”

“It’s not drugged this time, right?” You whispered. “I’d much rather be conscious when you drag me back to your place.”

Ranpo sighed. “It’s not drugged. Don’t worry.”

You slowly unwrapped the candy, then plopped it in your mouth. You then directed your gaze towards the fight with a saddened expression. Most of your kidnappers were currently incapacitated.

“Thank you,” you said as you swallowed the candy.

Ranpo nodded. “It’s the least I could do for letting you get kidnapped and get hurt.”

You only stayed silent.

“(Name), I love you so much. I know you don’t think I mean it, but I truly do.”

requests are back open! i’d also like more yandere requests yk

have a good day/night!

[abiiors]

re: Matty being jaded

I agree it is not an excuse, and tbh I would expect him to show integrity in his actions. Was just thinking about what might have led to the shift in mindset.

But also it seems quite immature to me, like I know I myself (as a white person lol) am sometimes taken aback by the idea that I benefit from the system, but then I stop and think about it and decide that I cant be getting offended over such a thing, that I would rather focus on doing good, sharing and amplifying peoples voices, and making sure I do better whenever I can

So if I were Matty, yes I would get upset over shit but I would probably take myself off of social media thats bs anyway (twitter/x to begin with), and would focus on making sure I amplify the right message and voices. No one is saying he should have gone into a detailed presentation on Palestine/Gaza, but what he could have done is use the platform he has to point people in the right direction. He could have pointed to places to get educated, it his take is that influencers shouldnt tell you whats right or wrong.

And then again if you are dating someone and they are not participating in a fucking global boycott you could tell them, educate them (if you care). My partner is not following the updates as much as I do, but I told him - we're not going to Mcds, not buying xyz and I mean we havent ever since.

So like yeah Gabs doesn't have to be educated, but the band and Matty specifically have built themselves around advocating for social issues, so to stop doing that because a bunch of shitheads sometimes misconstrue what you want to say is so lame and immature and honestly wtf

you’re absolutely right! about the starbucks thing, i think my bf got mcdonald’s one time and i called him out and he hasn’t done it since, it’s not… that difficult to give up macdonalds and starbucks and stuff.

and you’re also right that no one’s asking him to do a presentation but the least he could do/ the least they ALL could do is sign the “artists for ceasefire” letter and maybe don’t fucking use the news snippet for consumption if you don’t care enough about it because that just shows me that you’re well aware of the situation and unwilling to do anything about it

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hey, sorry if this is too much or smth, but i really don't wanna tell anything to my friends i fearike it'd be "too real" AND OBVIOUSLY I WANT IT TO BE REAL BUT, i don't know, i feel like i'll jinx or fuck it up somehow if i tell it;;

hello, again, okay so, a few weeks back we had this thesis project 6 per group and ive had converstaions w all of them except for 1.

by this point i was lamenting over a past love, we werent necessarily together since we were like, idk 14 or smth when it happened and its been 7 years, we kinda drifted apart after graduation since i thought 'it wouldnt last anyway' and i kept rejecting their advances for a year or two, but i still liked them;;; anyway back in 2020 we got in touch again and i told them that i still liked them and i was just dumb and all that and they seemed to return my advances and ofc i asked if they were comfortable and not just going w the flow yknow and they said yes so.

i confessed and they said not yet cause of school stuff but they do like me still and so i said id wait, THEN it was all okay since we joke and all that but they always seem to reject when i ask them directly about us or like even just to meet up or smth, and ofc i get it so i try not to bother them too much until valentine's rolls in and they post smth on ig with them and their friends and theres this girl with a solo shot of her being goofy and smiling and i just.

idk i took it as a sign to stop since he always used to do that w me before so yeh.

and then like with school i just got lost in all it and directed every ounce of my passion so we finished some stuff quite early, theres only 2 big ones of them we needed to do so a member suggested to split the work between us six. one of thems easier than the other so i got grouped with the guy i havent talked to, kinda scared abt it but all was fine. i added him (lets call him graham) on facebook so we could talk in messenger about planning what to do and all that, then after i found that he's friends with another group member who happened to be someone im close with, kinda AND they messaged me so i asked whats up cause i thought it was abt the project and they reply with smth along the lines of "nothing, graham's just rlly overjoyed since u addrd him cause he likes u" AND IM WHAT CAUSE IM P SURE WEVE NEVER MET then he follows it up w "ure his type, smart and hardworking" AND I DONT HAVE THE HEART TO TELL THAT IM A FALSE ADVERTISEMENT CAUSE IM RLLY NOT ALL THAT AND IM SCARED OF DISAPPOINTING ANYONE

anyway they let it be and i didnt think much of it cause maybe theyre just messing around yknow so nothing much happened, we finished the project and everything's all right until we were grouped for another thing through our society/club whatevr and i was kinda nervous since its my first time meeting them and everything was fun actually turns out it was graham's bday last tuesday so i greeted him and we joked a bit cause wednesday's the club thingy, i didnt even know what he looked like since his pfp's from when he was a kid

wednesday rolls in and im in the library with a friend, a mutual friend of ours and he said hello to me and i was so happy somehow??? I DONT REALLY GET IT MYSELF I USUALLY TAKE SO LONG TO ACCLIMATIZR TO SOMEONE BUT LIKE THE CLUB THINGY WENT WELL AND WE WERE JOKING BY THE END OF THE DAY AND I JUST, i think i like him as well?? he even asked to take a picture with me he seemed so nervous i wanted to hug him I ACTUALLY THOUGHT ITD BE OUR WHOLE GROUP IN THE CLUB but it turns out it wasnt so !!!!!!

thursday comes and we messaged a bit (he chatted first, abt the thesis) we were in a seminar and i was a bit late that day so i was at the back and our other classmates r upfront w him so never really met, until a friend of mine and i were going home and we MET THEM ON THE TRAIN ISTG MY HEART WAS JUMPING UNTIL I GOT HOME SMILING LIKE AN IDIOT WHILE WALKING

okay sorry but like, tldr, im a bit afraid that i only "like" him cause he liked me first, yknow after i waited for the previous person and evrything for so long and receiving little to nothing ++ i think his expectation of me's kinda high im neither smart nor hardworking im just anxious all the time so i have to do my work quick or else i'll die and some part of me's still doubting his feelings for me as just a prank cause nsjdhbf idk im not really pretty too so whats up why is this happrning but he's so fucking cute (generally) and i am falling as well and im scared cause we'd be graduating in a year so what if this also doesnt end quite well and i end up losing a friend?

i kinda also wanna just come up to him and invite him for a date but yeh :( and yesterday my phone died and i was stoked to meet him but he wasnt at uni so i was kinda sad then i find out the previous person i like messaged me and idk they were kinda flirty and i feel bad if i leave them again cause ive done it once and i was only left with regrets so what if im just repeating history aaaa its so hard to like manage everything too if graham and i somehow manage to be together im not great at balancing things what if i let him slip away or smth

again sorry for this i just wanted to know what other people think i really wanna shoot my shot at the same time i feel like im a people pleaser so yknow what if im just doing this cause of attention or smth idk huhu thanks in adavmce if u answer this but no hatd feelings if u dont thank u boo

Hello, you seem very stressed out! Please take several deep breaths, put on some calming music and remember that none of this is life or death.

First of all, you're right to let this past love go, it's simply not in the cards and I'm proud of you for recognizing that. Throw the whole man away, if he makes you feel bad(even if he's not doing it on purpose!) you don't need that drama.

I'm not going to diagnose you with anything over the internet, especially not based on one interaction, but I will say that in this ask specifically, you are exhibiting pretty high levels of anxiety and worry that it might be good to speak to a professional about. Your university should have free mental health services, if you have insurance you can call and ask what providers they cover, and failing that, there are many therapists and psychiatrists who offer sliding scale coverage for low income patients.

Alright, now that's done, what needs to happen here is something that I know you will not like, but is pretty much mandatory-you need to have a conversation with Graham. It's okay if it turns out you only like that he's interested in you, and when you get to know him you're less into him. You're not asking him to marry you after all. It's also okay if you're not smart or funny or hardworking (I think you're being too hard on yourself, but even so, it's okay).

If you talk with him and express your interest, you can set a boundary on how you like to be complimented(i.e., low pressure compliments that don't comment on your abilities) and specify if you want something casual just to see how you vibe. Even if you graduate, you might stay together, or you might not. You definitely won't know unless you try.

Also, who cares if you want attention???? you're human, that's totally natural. You're not gonna go to Needy Jail for it.

All that to say:

go to therapy

figure out what you want (in general and from Graham specifically. You can do this in therapy)

stop talking to past love

start talking to Graham about what you want

remember that even if things end up less than ideal, it's okay

[expensive-rainbows]

i got my permit a few weeks ago so now i can drive with my parents or someone they sign off on and i hate driving with my dad. i know hes just trying to help but he gives me confusing directions and then he gets mad when i dont know what to do. like today i was in the middle of three lanes and he told me to switch lanes. and then got mad when i asked for clarification. also, i wanted to avoid as many turns heading home today, and i said how i was going to go home and i made sure everyone understood that i was gonna take a different way home but that i know where im going and he started telling me how to get home and i was this close to getting mad at him. also he points out all of my mistakes. like hell tell me that i turned on my turn signal too early or something but every time. and both of my parents act like ive been driving for years when i literally havent even been driving a whole month. like the other day we stopped to get gas and they told me to turn west (we live near a lake and the lake is to the west and if i had like five minutes to figure out which way the lake was then itd be fine but i didnt have five minutes) and then they got mad at me for not knowing what way west was. thankfully my dad has stopped telling me when to start slowing down, but ik in the scheme of things i havent been driving that long but him constantly nagging me and pointing out every mistake i make is not going to help me build my confidence or be a better driver. my mom trusts that for the most part i know where im going and how to get there so she just checks in and makes sure i know where im going, and if i do then she doesnt pay attention to the road. also people keep mocking me for not taking my eyes off the road?? like my eyes are sposed to be looking for potential hazards not checking my texts. (both my parents regularly go on their phone while driving and half the time they drive with their knees. and then they critique my driving) anyways im tired

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Surprise Adoption - Pt 3

Ingo held the crying Dawn in his arms, considering his options. He decided right then and there. She would stay with him and Emmet for the time being.

Word Count: ~4100

Wow guys, how come i let you have 2 new chapters???

pile in for your aunt elesa content, come get yall juice

The next morning, Ingo sent a quick message to the office first thing and then a quick text to Elesa. After a moment of thought, their uncle, as well. Drayden had adopted Iris, after all, and he would likely have some ideas as to how to properly care for a teenage girl. Finished, Ingo went to the kitchen and prepared two cups of coffee, one for himself and one for Emmet, whenever he awoke. Ingo had left the other two on the couch, still asleep. Ingo went to his and Emmet’s room, grabbing a Pokeball to let out some company. Chandelure blazed to life, happily chiming at him.

“Hush, Chandie, we have a passenger who will be staying with us for a while. She and Emmet are both asleep still,” he murmured to her as quietly as his voice would allow (which was not very quiet, but he kept the door closed). Then he reentered the kitchen, scrolling through the morning reports that the subway sent to him as he waited for the other two to awaken. He sipped the drink as a message pinged in for him.

Static Sister: who is it???? Im happy to help a sister out but how many girls do you and E know???

Me: its a girl i knew in hisui. Her mother recently passed and she has no other family. She appointed me as her uncle. How do we get the station prepared for her?

Static Sister is typing…

Static Sister: EXCUSE ME?

Static Sister: YOU JUST ADOPTED A KID OUT OF NO WHERE???

Static Sister: AND YOU DIDNT THINK TO TELL ME I WAS AN AUNT??

Me: as I told E, it simply did not come up. Theres still a lot of hisui left that i havent discussed. She showed up unexpectedly at the station last night crying and could not sleep alone. I am not well acquainted with the needs of children and i want to make her feel welcome

Static Sister: give me an hour im coming over to meet my niece :)

Static Sister: you said she has no family left? Like at all?

Me: that is what she told me. Me and E are taking the day off to stay home with her

Static Sister: did you tell your uncle?? He might have some ideas

Me: yes, he has not read the message yet. He is likely getting ready for the day as well

Me: do not overwhelm her when you get here. She is still recovering. It is a fresh wound

Static Sister: <3

Ingo put down his phone, finishing off the coffee in one scalding gulp and hurriedly getting dressed. Chandelure followed him, pausing at the living room and looking in upon the other two figures. She gave a soft chime as she changed directions, opting to float above the two. Ingo dressed quickly, returning to the main room, surprised to find Chandelure in a spot that was not directly above him. Ever since his return, she had hardly ever parted from him, always within reaching distance of his person. She was floating just a little above the two, watching them intently. The ghost nuzzled into Dawn’s lap, flaring her ghostly fire just a little brighter, making the area a little warmer. Dawn sighed in her sleep.

Ingo returned to the kitchen, rinsing out his mug, before returning to the couch and sitting back down on Dawn’s other side. Emmet was beginning to drool onto his own arm. Ingo poked him. “Whu- I am Emmet?” he asked as he awoke. Ingo put a finger to his lips, pointing at Dawn. Emmet nodded sluggishly, yawning. Ingo poked him again, moving his hands in Unovan sign language.

Elesa coming in one hour. Made coffee. Get ready. Emmet simply nodded again, patting Chandelure and gently disentangling himself from Dawn, padding into the kitchen. The action made Dawn lightly stir. Ingo hated to wake her, but she should have some warning before his surrogate sister barged in the door. He gently tapped her shoulder. “Dawn. Dawn, wake up,” he kept his voice to the lowest possible decibel he could muster. Her eyes fluttered open, mildly confused as she took in her surroundings.

“Uncle Ingo?”

“Good morning, Dawn. We have a visitor arriving in an hour, and I wished to give you some forewarning. It is a long-time friend of ours, who we call our sister. She is coming over to say hello.” Dawn’s eyebrows crinkled as she listened to him. “She is very nice, I promise. She has a keen interest in you, in fact. She told me off for not telling her she had a niece.” Dawn smiled a little at that. Chandelure must have shifted in her lap, as she suddenly whipped her head down to the Pokemon.

“Wh-what Pokemon is this?”

“This is my partner, Chandelure. She took an interest in you this morning, as well. She has been keeping you warm.” Chandelure nuzzled the girl’s stomach, chiming soothingly at her.

Dawn’s eyes widened. “This is the partner you talked about in Hisui! The one who knew flames well!”

“Indeed she is,” Ingo agreed, stroking the ghost in the girl’s lap. “She has hardly left my side since my return to Unova. She can sense souls and feelings. She says that mine and Emmet’s souls are incredibly similar, and that is how she located me here again.” Chandelure floated up and off of Dawn, rubbing her glass body against Ingo’s cheek, making him chuckle. “Chandie, I already fixed my hair this morning,” he scolded, though the statement held no ill will to it. “Elesa will be at the station in forty-five minutes. I informed her not to be too overbearing but she is a character.”

“What’s she like?” Dawn leaned into Ingo, looking up at him with her dark eyes. The fact that she was talking and inquisitive was a very good sign.

“Me and Emmet met her many years ago, during grade school. She became our best friend early on. She is outgoing, silly, and smart. You remind me a lot of her, in fact,” Ingo said, ruffling her hair a little. “She likes bad puns. She is the Electric-type Gym Leader of Nimbasa City and she is a model in her off-time, but she still makes time to see us every week or so.” Dawn nuzzled into his shirt.

“Do you think she’ll like me?” Something in Dawn’s voice changed.

“Oh, I know she will adore you. She has been bugging me and Emmet to see girls for years to have someone to talk to.” Ingo rolled his eyes. “All in good fun, however. She knows neither me nor Emmet are interested in that kind of thing.”

“Getting married?”

“Precisely. Neither of us have ever had an interest. All we need is the Subway and each other. Although,” he made sure to add, “we are more than happy to add others to our two-car train. Emmet has been curious about you since I first mentioned you. He wishes to face you in a Pokemon battle sometime.”

“Did you tell him that I adopted you as an uncle?”

“I left that part out, mostly to mess with him. Seeing his face when you referred to me as such was priceless.”

“So… is it okay if I start calling him that, too? I don’t want to step on any toes…”

Ingo looked down at the girl, the slightest of smirks crossing his features. “As soon as he realized that you had taken me on as an uncle, he started to see you as his niece. I daresay you would have a hard time convincing him otherwise.” Dawn giggled. Emmet shuffled into the room, still wearing his train-patterned sweatpants and now some plush slippers that looked like little 1800s steam engines, yawning as he sipped his coffee.

“I am Emmet. I heard my name.”

Dawn snorted when she saw the slippers. “Do you both have a pair of those?”

“Matching ones,” Ingo affirmed. Dawn let off a smile, the first one Ingo had seen since she had first appeared yesterday. He hoped he got to see it again.

“I’m gonna go get dressed. What did you say her name was? Who was coming over?”

“Elesa,” both twins responded in unison.

“Elesa…” Dawn tried the name for herself, going back to the bedroom she had left her stuff in. Emmet looked over at him, sipping his coffee. He seemed to be slowly waking up.

“What were you talking about?”

“Elesa. I informed her not to be too rowdy, but you know how she gets sometimes…” Emmet nodded, taking a larger drink as he receded into the bedroom, presumably to dress himself. Ingo fixed the cuffs on his shirt, ensuring that it was still centered. Then he checked his phone, Chandelure still twinkling above his head.

Static Sister (1 unread message)

Static Sister: what did you say her name was?

Me: Dawn

Ingo tapped on a different notification.

Drayden (2 unread messages)

Drayden: Ingo! Good to hear from you.

Drayden: I could give you some tips if you need. May I ask what for?

Me: In hisui, there was a young girl that appointed me as her uncle. She returned to the present time last week and found that her mother had passed on, leaving her with no family. Me and E have opened our home to her in the meantime. Neither of us know now to care for a child long-term

Drayden: I see, I am very sorry to hear that for her. How old is she?

Me: 15. I believe if my memory is correct, she is one year younger than Iris

Drayden: I could bring Iris with me sometime and let them get acquainted if possible! I’m sure she would love to have a cousin close in age and we could do some girl shopping

Me: Elesa is already on her way. I am sure we will get some ‘girl shopping’ done. I just want to ensure she feels welcome in our home

Drayden: of course. Let me know when is a good time for you. Maybe this weekend. Let the poor dear get settled in a little bit

Drayden: what is my new niece’s name? Where is she from?

Me: Dawn, from the Sinnoh region. She showed up unexpectedly last night at the subway, crying

Drayden: you say Dawn?

Drayden: what does she look like?

Me: long dark hair, dark eyes, she arrived yesterday wearing a pink cap and skirt

Drayden: Ingo

Drayden: I believe that is the Champion of Sinnoh

Drayden: she reappeared after nearly a year of absence and disappeared again less than a week later

Drayden: Cynthia and the Sinnoh Elite Four are looking everywhere for her

Ingo’s eyebrows raised. He did not know what to do with that information

Me: I will converse with her about it, we have not talked much since she arrived. The passing of her mother is still very fresh. I will still leave the offer open to her. If she wishes to stay, me and E have already agreed she is more than welcome.

Drayden: just make sure to inform someone that she is safe. I got a message from Sinnoh yesterday that she was missing again and they are frantic

Me: is it possible to say that she is safe, but not disclose her location? If she wanted people to know where she was, she would have said something

Drayden: I am unsure, but I will do my best. Can you make sure that she is, in fact, the Champion of Sinnoh?

Me: I can ensure it as long as you do not disclose her location. She seems exhausted. I believe she needs some time away to simply be a child

Drayden: understood. I would love to meet her soon, assuming she is up for company

Me: we will play it by ear

Dawn re-entered the living room, wearing the same outfit as yesterday, sitting on the couch by Ingo. She leaned into him, sagging into his side. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Neither spoke as Ingo finished off his last message to Drayden, checking to see if Elesa had said anything back. Ingo set down his phone, gesturing to Chandelure. She came to him, relishing the pets he gave her.

“Is there anyone else I will have to talk to today?”

“Not unless you want to. The only other close family we have is our Uncle Drayden, the Dragon-type Gym Leader in Unova, and his adopted daughter, Iris, the current Champion of Unova. She also has an affinity for dragons. She is around your age, in fact.”

Dawn nodded, not looking at Ingo. “Hmmm.” Ingo pulled her in a little closer, tapping mindlessly with his foot. “All your family sounds like really strong Trainers.”

“Yes. Pokemon battling is something we all hold dear to us, in different ways. Me and Emmet enjoy the competitive aspect of it. Iris enjoys learning about as many Pokemon as she can. Drayden and Elesa have specialized in one particular type. But we are all unified by our love of the creatures.” Emmet entered the room last, a Joltik now taking up residence on his shoulder. He wore the exact same thing as Ingo, unsurprisingly. Emmet sat down beside Dawn, laying his arm over her other shoulder and pulling out his phone.

“Can I battle you all some day?”

“I believe you would have to ask them, but I can guarantee you everyone would love to see what your team has in store. Did you leave your Hisui team back in time?”

“I- yeah, I didn’t think they should come. Except my Samurott. I have her still. She really wanted to come with me.” Ingo nodded, more to himself than anything. “The rest is my team from the present day. And I - uh - have a bit of a confession to make.” Dawn lowered her head, not allowing either twin to see her face. Emmet put his phone down, his attention on her. “I’m kind of the current Champion of Sinnoh. I left again without telling anyone. As soon as I got back there was just so much and so many people asking questions and then I found out about my mom and I know they’re probably looking for me b-but I just couldn’t take it-”

“Dawn,” Ingo broke in. Dawn was beginning to shake violently, her breath coming in gasps. “It is alright. You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“I am Emmet. Champion is a tough position.”

“Drayden had his suspicions that you were the Champion, in fact, but I told him not to disclose your location to anyone. He wishes to let Cynthia know that you are in a safe location, but that you do not want to be found. You are in a tough situation right now, especially for one so young. We will keep you away from the public eye as long as you need to be. Is it alright if I tell him to inform the higher-ups?” Dawn merely nodded, sinking into the couch. Emmet patted her shoulder. “I promise you that we will not tell anyone where you are stationed without your consent. We said you are welcome here as long as you’d like and we meant it.”

“I am Emmet. My brother is correct.” Dawn giggled a little at his robotic tone.

“Now, let us all get cleaned up. Elesa should be here any minute.” Dawn nodded, fleeing to the bathroom. Ingo and Emmet looked at each other. Emmet signed, Champion?

Yes. Drayden guessed it first. Ingo didn’t need to understand sign to know what Emmet’s next thought was going to be. His eyes were glittering with excitement.

Want to battle her. Strong Trainer. Ingo chuckled quietly as the bathroom door opened, revealing Dawn again, this time her face cleaned and looking better.

“Did you want anything to eat, Dawn? We have some toast if you would like breakfast.”

“Did you guys eat yet?”

“I am Emmet. We typically do not eat breakfast.”

“You should! It’s important! Here, we’re all having toast, coffee isn’t a meal.” Dawn dragged the two twins off the couch and had Emmet show her where the bread and butter resided, insisting that she could make the three of them toast. She forced the twins into chairs in the kitchen, within minutes giving each of them two slices of buttered toast. She sat down with her own prize and dug in, the brothers making eye contact with each other as they began to eat. Dawn seemed happy with herself. They mostly just indulged in the food to make Dawn happy, and it seemed to work. She smiled again, watching the two take bites of the food she’d given them. Emmet was grinning ear to ear.

A knock on the door. Emmet sprang up, calling “I am Emmet!” as he left the kitchen to let Elesa in.

“I would like to see the baby.” Ingo snorted so harshly he nearly coughed out the bite of toast he had just taken. Elesa entered behind Emmet, wearing her fluffy yellow coat today with a black jumpsuit and her trademark headphones. Emolga, nestled in her coat, chittered happily at the brothers, taking flight to go say hello to Ingo. Elesa stood in the doorway, taking in Dawn, who waved awkwardly.

“Hey, aren’t you the Champion of Sinnoh?” Elesa asked immediately. Dawn recoiled in her chair.

“Dawn is the Champion, and I have already discussed this with Drayden. Dawn wishes to keep her location a secret for now, as she does not want to deal with the press at the given moment, and we are fulfilling her wishes. Sinnoh will be notified that she is in safe hands, but that she is not yet ready to return to her full responsibilities yet.” Ingo reached out and put a comforting hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. She slightly unfolded as Elesa nodded.

“Fair enough. Anyway, I’m Elesa, the electric Gym Leader and the surrogate sister of these two dorks. Ingo said you sent him back to Unova so thank you for that, really. I like having him around.” She grinned, walking up to the table and patting Ingo on the shoulder. “Wait, you guys are actually eating breakfast? I don’t think I’ve seen that since we were all in school together.”

“I am Emmet. Dawn made us breakfast.” Emmet smiled as Dawn’s face turned a little red.

“Geez, at this rate, she may actually make you guys wear something that's not formal wear every single day. Or make you take a day off once in a blue moon. The possibilities are endless.”

“We take days off!”

“Sundays don’t count, Ingo. More than one day a week.” Ingo and Emmet rolled their eyes in unison, making Elesa laugh. Dawn giggled shyly. “So, I came over to give you two some advice on how to make the place a bit more welcoming to a female, yeah? Cause I’m not gonna lie, this screams ‘bachelor pad’ if I ever saw it.”

“You know neither of us are interested in that kind of thing.”

“Yeah, I know, I’m just pulling your leg. What kinds of things are you interested in, Dawn?” Elesa sat at the table, her Emolga now sniffing at Dawn inquisitively. Dawn pulled off her cap, allowing the Pokemon to climb into her hair, making it staticy.

“Well, before I went on my Pokemon journey, I would play video games a lot and I played with my best friend, Barry. We liked to play tag and… other things.” Her voice quieted, her mannerisms becoming more subdued. Emmet must have noticed, as he locked eyes with Ingo.

“Oh that’s cool, I play video games too! What kinds do you like to play? If I ever get to play with the twins, its usually some variation of a racing game. I beat them every time.”

“I won last time.”

“And I have won before!”

“Ingo, you won one time over the last several years. Emmet, you got lucky a few times.”

“I’ve been practicing since you’ve been away. I’m getting better.”

“And yet neither of you can drive a normal, everyday car.” Elesa looked at Dawn. “These two can drive all sorts of trains, boats, and even different aircraft, but not a freaking car. It’s the weirdest thing.” She got two stink-eyes but Dawn smiled, just a little. A good sign, Ingo noted.

“I like adventure games and puzzles. Legend of Zorua kind of stuff.” Elesa raised her eyebrows.

“Favorite video game of all time?”

Dawn thought about it for a moment. “The last thing I remember playing was Spinarak-Man and I liked Staryu Valley. It’s nice and relaxing.”

“I have Staryu Valley, we should co-op sometime!”

“I uh, don’t have my computer here,” Dawn admitted.

“That’s okay! If you remember your log in stuff we can get you set up here.” The two began talking about the games they liked to play, Ingo trying to take mental notes.

After a few minutes of this, Emmet piped up, “What kind of Pokemon do you have?” The girls paused in their conversation, looking at him.

“You have a one-track mind, Emmet,” Elesa retorted, displeased at having been interrupted.

“Oh, I haven’t shown anyone my team in awhile,” Dawn realized. She pulled some Pokeballs out of her bag. “I won’t pull them all out here, but I did promise Kingu that I would let him know when I was somewhere safe. He’s my partner.” She tossed a ball, a beam of light materializing into an Empoleon. It looked around the room for a moment, eyeing the other people in the room before protectively worming its way in front of Dawn. “Hey, buddy, I’m okay! These are friends!” It stopped trying to block her from view, instead being goaded into standing at her side. It chirped, nosing at her face in concern. “I’m doing better, buddy, I promise. This is the one I was telling you about before, Uncle Ingo, his brother, Uncle Emmet, and their sister, Aunt Elesa.” Emmet perked up in his seat, his hands flapping excitedly as his face melted into a grin at the term of endearment Dawn had used. Elesa’s face split into a massive smile.

“Aww, you’re gonna get me all teary-eyed soon, kiddo.” Emolga and Chandelure floated closer to Empoleon, chiming and chirping, wanting a better look at it. The four of them continued conversing about light topics for a good while. The hours changed, the sun grazing past their building and slowly making its trek back towards the horizon. Elesa ordered lunch from a place nearby that they all partook in, the sun still creeping its way down slowly. It wasn’t until around 4 pm that they decided to change their positioning.

“Whaddaya say sometime we get some new decor and clothes for you? My fashion team would have a fun time with you, I think. I can get those orders in for a new set of coats for you two while I’m at it,” Elesa added, nodding at the two brothers. “Maybe I could bring over my games and we could have a family game night. I’d like to see how competent you are at Smash.” Dawn smirked.

“Oh, you’re going down.”

“That’s what I like to hear!” Dawn and Elesa shook on it, a promise for the future.

“Well, guys, I should get going, but I’ll see you sometime soon. Make sure to keep these dorks fed while I’m gone. They forget to eat.” She reached out and ruffled both of the twin’s hair at once, making them both cry out in indignation and shock. She pulled back and pointed a finger-gun at each, as if holding them back. They each stood and finger-gunned her in response, their bangs in their eyes and loose strands flying everywhere. They stood like that for a minute until Elesa shouted “Draw!” and she shot forward, barreling into the two of them. Her arms looped around them, giving them a tight hug. “I’ll see you guys around, trying not to burn anything in the meantime.”

The twins returned the hug, meeting gazes over her head. Emmet grinned mischievously. Both of them brough one hand up behind Elesa’s head as she pulled away from them, each one ruffing up one side of her hair and then grabbing her jacket and flipping it over her head. “Hey, not fair! You ganged up on me!” She made sure to lift the jacket over her headphones as she gave them a dirty look. Both of them were laughing.

“I am Emmet. We will see you soon, Elesa.”

“Yes, we will see you around this station in the coming days, I am sure.” Elesa turned, waving as she left the kitchen, Emolga burying itself back in her jacket.

“Bye, Aunt Elesa!” Dawn called. Ingo heard Elesa’s footsteps pause briefly and then a quiet “yes!” as the door opened and shut, indicating that she had gone.

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Hey, I just found your blog and I really love your writing! Could you do the first time romanced male companions (specifically Danse, Gage, and Maccready) are shown very sweet, soft forms of affection (like caressing their face, playing with their hair, etc)?

(I noticed you havent written anything with Gage, so I understand if you dont do him btw :))

Romanced! Male! FO4 Companions react to the first time they are shown soft forms of affection.

Hi, did you order some teeth-rotting fluff? Maybe? Well, that's what you got. I honestly felt like it was only fair after the angst of my last post, so here you are my loves, enjoy!

If someone you want to see isn't on here, please let me know, cuz I would love to do all the companions for this amazing prompt at some point. And as far as Gage goes, I am totally willing to write for him, I've just never had him as a companion before, so I don't usually add him by default. Anyways, hopefully he isn't too out of character, I really tried to do some research into his character and dialogue and junk, but sometimes that can only get you so far. 🤷‍♀️

Any who, thank you so much for the ask! I loved this achingly sweet prompt!

Danse:

     "Alright, let's get this all off of you." Sole knocked their hand against the front of Danse's power armor, noting the dents and holes littering the surface. He simply grunted in agreement as he took a few steps closer to the power armor station in the driveway of Sole's Sanctuary home.

"Look, I know you're more worried about your armor than you are yourself, but you took a lot of direct hits back there. I just want to make sure you're okay." Sole heard the distinct screech of hinges as Danse stepped out of his armor, and they took a quick look at him, eyes searching for any sign of blood on his flight suit. They gestured for him to accompany them into the house, and he followed close behind as they crossed the threshold into the living room. Sole pulled out a kitchen chair and waved to it, suggesting the ex-soldier take a seat, as they grabbed a couple of purified waters for the pair.

"Would it not also be wise to assess your wounds? I was the one wearing power armor, you were practically defenseless out there." He said as they approached him, clearly scrutinizing his form for any signs of injury.

"I was not, since you kept stepping in front of me every time I left my cover to take a shot. You took all the wounds for me." They told him as they gathered some of their meager medical supplies together on the kitchen table.

"Alright, come on soldier, you know the drill." Sole turned their attention from the table to him as he began to unzip the top of his flight suit, sighing exasperatedly and pulling the material off his shoulders, wrenching his arms free as he let the top of the suit fall to his waist. Though Sole had certainly seen the man shirtless before, he still didn't meet their gaze as they began to examine his chest and arms.

"Any points of concern?" They asked as they began their examination in earnest. His gaze shifted sideways in thought, before he shook his head.

They drew a hand over one large bruise on his chest, and felt him tense at the contact, inhaling sharply as Sole's hand moved to another spot of concern, further down on his abdomen. The man's battered body was littered with welts and bruises, but otherwise he seemed unhurt. Sole gave a sigh of relief, bringing their hand to rest on his arm. They opened their mouth to give him their verdict, but stopped abruptly as their fingers brushed a wetness on his bicep. Sole turned their attention to the spot, noticing the blood draining down the back of his arm beneath a bullet wound.

"Shit, one got you." They told him, grabbing a towel to dab at the wound. He hissed as the rough fabric brushed over the puncture in his arm, and Sole tried to soften their movements.

"It looks like it just grazed you, thankfully." They told him, as they inspected the wound, searching for any signs of an embedded bullet. "Why didn't you say anything? It must hurt."

"I don't know, it honestly doesn't feel much worse than a few of the others."

"Mhm, okay, whatever you say, tough guy." They smiled at him, eyebrows still creased upwards in concern, despite their teasing tone.

Sole treated the wound as best they could, but knew that staving off infection would be the hardest part of the healing process. As they glanced down at their handiwork, cream colored bandages wrapped around the bulk of his upper arm, Sole felt the need to express in some way that they had finished tending to him. Resting one hand on Danse's shoulder, they leaned their head in, pressing a light kiss to his arm, just above the wound itself. They felt him flinch away sharply in uncertainty at the action.

"Sorry," Sole whispered, "It's just something we used to do before the bombs fell. It always seemed to make me feel better, so I just--"

"No, wait." They heard him say softly, "I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that. Please. Keep going." A small smile spread to Sole's lips as they brought them down to his arm again. From there, they moved to the welt on his chest, then the one on his ribcage, and up to the bruise on his neck, their mouth pressing softly over the tender marks. As Sole's breath fanned warmly over his exposed skin, they couldn't help but grin slightly as they noticed small goosebumps begin to trail behind their soothing movements. Sole looked up as they heard a sigh escape Danse's mouth, and noticed that he had closed his eyes, a tranquil expression resting loosely on his face.

As they ran out of spots to draw their affection to, Sole found themself moving upwards, wondering if there were any areas of concern on his face. Perhaps… just this one area needed their attention. Sole brought their head forwards, pressing their lips to his own, and nearly laughed into the kiss as they saw his eyes fly open in surprise, only to flutter to a close once more as he relaxed into the contact. In the next moment, they pulled away from him, if only to catch a glimpse of the pink hue that was surely spreading over his cheeks, to find that they had miscalculated. The blush didn't stop at his cheeks, no, the crimson hue adorned his whole face, even going so far as to spread down to his chest, where it seemed to mask a few of the discolored bruises beneath his neck. Their eyes returned to meet his as they heard him clear his throat.

"So that, ah, will help the wounds heal at an accelerated rate?" Certainly that's not a smugness I hear in his voice, right?

"Oh, yes. Most definitely." They said with a playful grin.

"That's, ahem, that's good."

"So, perhaps we should … make this a regular appointment. At least until you've fully recovered."

"Yes. I think that would be… wise." He looked away sheepishly before turning his gaze back to them, an uncharacteristic glint of mischief shining in his honey-brown eyes.

"Should we… I mean, shall I inspect you for any injuries now?" He asked tentatively. Now it was Sole's turn to blush.

Deacon:

     Sole gazed longingly at their partner as he walked a few paces in front of them, willing him to fall back, to draw nearer to them, to talk with them, to touch them, to do anything but what he was doing now.

The pair had been officially dating for three weeks at this point, and yet, Sole felt as though their relationship had remained ultimately unchanged. The night the two had confessed their feelings for each other had been… slow, and almost painful as Deacon struggled with the subject matter of the conversation. Sole knew it was difficult for him to open up, and hell, after all he's been through, they didn't blame him. It had been no easy feat for them to be open about their feelings as well, so they felt that they could empathize with their companion to a certain degree.

They had been happy, even relieved to take things slow, but now it had been nearly a month and nothing was different. Sole felt ready for a committed romantic relationship, and yet, Deacon still felt like he couldn't even take off his sunglasses around them. They wanted to be close to him, to really speak with him, to have someone they could connect with, that they could be intimate and vulnerable with, and they just weren't sure if they could ever have that with Deacon. And that scared the hell out of them, because, truth be told, there was no one else they wanted that with.

Now felt like a good time to test the waters though. The pair were alone, strolling leisurely through the woods on their way back to Sanctuary after a Railroad job well done. The light wind created an orchestra of soft brushing sounds as it swept through the meager leaves adorning the branches above them, there was a peaceful quiet, a kind of serenity that gave Sole courage.

With a few quicker steps, Sole came into stride beside Deacon as he kept moving forward, gaze trained on the trail ahead. They let their arm swing down, their fingers brushing his hand as they walked. Their partner seemed to pull his arm slightly away from them, but otherwise, he paid the movement no mind. Maybe that wasn't clear enough.

Sole went in again, this time their hand caught his on a downswing, holding firmly to keep the contact, but trying not to seem too forceful. He stopped in his tracks, his hand remaining limp in their grasp, before he pulled it away. To his credit, he was gentle as he did so, but his movement left little room for debate. Sole looked down at their own hand, feeling slightly embarrassed before tilting their eyeline up to meet his gaze. He smiled apologetically at them, knowing full well that his action couldn't have made them feel good. Sole nodded to him in acknowledgement. So handholding is a 'no,' got it. They turned back to face the path again, setting off ahead of their companion in the direction of Sanctuary. Lost in thought, Sole continued trekking along, noting the sound of Deacon's footfalls beside them as they kept their eyes trained on the road.

The pair continued walking in silence, and just as Sole felt as though they needed to break it, they felt a brush against their hand. They held it in place, waiting to see what would happen next if they let him make the movements of his own accord. They heard Deacon clear his throat as his hand kept contact with theirs, his pinky finger extending out to wrap around their own as their hands continued to sway slightly as they walked.

Sole beamed, peeking over to see Deacon's own little half-smile, accompanied by a muted flush at the apples of his cheeks.

I think we've made some good progress here today.

Gage:

     Sole paced around the main room of Fizztop Grille, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and underwear as they tried desperately to get Gage's attention. They had felt like shit all day and had tried everything to get the raider to focus on them. Made him a drink, sighed loudly towards him, tried to get him to engage in conversation, tried to tell him how bad they were feeling, they even continued removing their clothes with him in the room, but he just continued cleaning his damn rifle. Sole approached the side of the bar, making sure to remain in his line of sight, as they bent down seductively, acting as though they were perusing the bottom shelf of the bar for a beverage. Even that didn't work. I'll have to take drastic measures.

Sole turned their attention to where he laid back on the couch, examining the sharp, shining edge of the blade of his combat knife. Guess he finished with his gun.

They made their way towards him, and still he didn't look over at them. When they reached the couch, he let a hand fall to the ground, still grasping the knife as he finally set his eyes on Sole. At that, they collapsed directly onto his body, knocking the wind out of him as they made contact, their chest flush to his own, face buried in the crook of his neck.

"Oof, shit boss, what's this for?"

"Please, Gage. I've felt like absolute shit all day, and you haven't said a damn word to me. I need you."

"Oh? You need me, huh?" They heard the mischief in his voice as he brought one hand over to grasp at their ass, the combat knife clattering to the floor as his other hand ran up Sole's bare back underneath their shirt.

"No." Sole whined, "not like that. I just told you, I feel like shit. I don't know what it is, I feel cold and achy. And I know I must sound like a little bitch, but can you just… I don't know, do something about it?"

He hummed at them, and Sole was sure he'd say something gruff, or do nothing at all. Even since establishing their relationship, the pair had rarely shown the other any sort of… romantic affection.

So, Sole nearly yelped in surprise as he shifted them over so they were resting more comfortably beside him, half of their body still draped over his. He left one arm firmly wrapped around their shoulders, pulling their body to press against him as his other arm came up to wrap around their waist, keeping them enveloped in his tight embrace. Though the adjustment was gruff, his leathery hand was nothing short of tender as he rubbed up and down their back, reveling in the feel of Sole's breath as it fanned warmly over his neck.

"Mm, this better?" He asked, his voice soft and low. Sole nodded to him, their forehead bumping into his jaw. They felt him turn his head at the new contact, tilting downward to press a kiss to their brow before speaking again.

"Good."

Sole relaxed further into his body, the warmth of him seeming to seep into their soul. Who the hell is this, and where has he been all this time?

"Look, as much as I, ahem, love this, and I do," He whispered almost too quietly for Sole to hear, even with their close proximity, "If you tell anyone about it, this is the last time it'll happen. Got it?"

Sole laughed at that quietly, nuzzling further into the crook of his neck.

"You know… I was going to say the same thing."

"Good. Glad we're on the same page then, boss."

"Me too." They said, bringing their head up to kiss him on the cheek before falling back against his chest. Gage's lip quirked upwards as he smiled at their affectionate gesture. Damn. I've gotta do this more often. He thought, a warmth blossoming outwards from his chest as he held Sole firmly to him.

Hancock:

     Sole laid their head back against the pillows, their chest still heaving from the exertion of the night as they heard the soft padding of footsteps draw closer. They felt the mattress divot and give way slightly beside them as Hancock crawled back into the bed. He brought a hand up to rest on their stomach as he pressed his ruined lips to their cheek. At the feel of their sweat-swathed skin, the ghoul withdrew his hand from their abdomen, not wanting them to be uncomfortable, given the stuffiness of the Old State House. The pair laid silently for a while, side-by-side as they listened to their breath finally begin to slow to a more relaxed pace.

As their body began to cool, Sole found themself wanting to be closer to their partner again, craving the warmth that his body would bring pressed against theirs. They shifted onto their side, eyes softening at the sight of him, as they realized Hancock had been gazing at them lovingly since the moment he had gotten back into bed with them.

"You're gorgeous." He said softly, dark eyes glistening in the gloom of the State House bedroom.

"You're not so bad yourself." Sole whispered, drawing a hand upwards to caress his cheek, running their fingers soothingly along his jaw as their thumb stroked his cheekbone. His eyes seemed to close involuntarily at the contact, and he turned his head to kiss the palm of their hand. Sole smiled, bringing their fingers down to run over the line of his mouth as he tried to capture each individual digit in a kiss before they could be drawn away. They ran their fingers around the marred skin of his face in an attempt to touch as much of him as they could with one hand, and yet, his lips continued to follow suit. Sole giggled at the little game they had started, watching with half-lidded eyes as he moved his head about in an effort to keep his mouth in contact with their hand.

"You like teasing me, huh?" He said at the sounds of mirth spilling from Sole's lips.

"Well, you make it so easy." They brought their hand to dangle above his face, and his brow furrowed at the loss of contact.

"Yeah, well, you just know that I'd do anything for you, don't you?" He said lowly as he brought his own hand up to capture Sole's, letting his fingers fall into the spaces between theirs. He drew their hands downward, pressing one final kiss to the back of Sole's hand before releasing it from his grip; instead, sliding his hand over their arm until he had it pressed against their back. From there, he increased the pressure, urging Sole to scoot closer to him. When they obliged, he slid over so they could rest upon his chest, letting out a sigh as the scent of them drifted to his ruined nose. He set his sights on Sole's face once more, still flushed slightly from the exerting events of the evening, their eyes closed peacefully, their hair messily framing their enchanting features. God, they're perfect.

Sole felt their cheek squish against the firmness of Hancock's chest as they smiled into him, reveling in the feel of his heartbeat as it pounded strongly beneath them. They moved their head, tilting it downwards slightly as they pressed a kiss to the center of his bare chest, feeling him release a breath as their soft lips made contact with his skin.

Man, how did I ever get so lucky? The pair thought in unison as, together, they drifted off peacefully, still wrapped in the other's warm embrace.

MacCready:

     The merc sighed deeply as he collapsed onto the couch in the living room of Sole's home in Sanctuary, dropping his bag next to him as he let his hat fall over his eyes.

Sole smiled affectionately as they came in behind him. They began to unload their pack, listening as MacCready started to snore softly. It had been a long trip, and a good few weeks since they'd been back at Sanctuary, so they certainly couldn't blame him for passing out so easily. Actually, that sounds like a wonderful idea.

Sole meandered back to their bedroom and readied themself for some much needed sleep, hoping MacCready would find his way back there eventually. When he didn't, Sole walked back to the living room, folding their arms over their chest as they looked at their partner; eyes closed from underneath his hat, mouth hanging open as he snoozed contently. They slowly made their way to him, hands descending to work on loosening the laces of his boots, before pulling them off of his tired feet. Next they took a few steps forward and gently removed his hat from its place over his eyes. His snoring never ceased as Sole knelt next to him, bringing their fingers up to smooth through his soft brown hair, their fingers lightly brushing the locks away from his face.

Sole felt torn, on the one hand, they felt like they never wanted this moment to end, it was so serene and lovely. But at the same time, Sole desperately needed sleep themself, so the other part of them willed him to wake and join them in the bedroom. In the next instance, the merc took in an exceptionally loud breath, jolting himself awake, much to Sole's amusement. They giggled at him as he sleepily peered around in confusion.

"What just happened?" He asked, rubbing at his eyes.

"You were snoring so loud that you woke yourself up." Sole said, still chuckling to themself as they stood up, their fatigue making the situation much more humorous than it probably was.

"But… were you touching me?"

"I was trying to coax you awake. I wanna go to bed." He looked confused for a moment, still blinking away some of his grogginess.

"And I wanted you to come with me. I know you've never slept in the bed here, but… now that we're, well, you know, I just--"

"Oh!" MacCready shot up into a sitting position, and prepared to get off the couch, "I… yeah, I would like that. Sorry, still uh, getting used to all this again." A blush rose to his cheeks as he spoke, and he looked down at his feet after swinging them around to stand.

"What happened to my shoes?" He looked over at Sole questioningly as he stood and began to follow them down the hall.

"They're out there, I just… took them off for you."

"O-oh, thanks."

Sole settled themself on one side of the bed as MacCready almost tentatively crawled under the covers beside them, adjusting himself as he tried to get comfortable on the plush mattress. Sole closed their eyes, nearly drifting off into sleep with each passing moment, until MacCready's incessant shifting brought them back to consciousness.

"Just relax, sweetie." They told him, shifting onto their side and bringing their fingers back up to run through his hair once more. They heard him gasp for a moment at the contact, but kept up with their soothing movements, smiling to themself as they heard him sigh softly. He leaned his head into the contact, and before Sole could ask him if he enjoyed the gesture, they heard quiet snores spill from his lips as he drifted off once again, with Sole following close behind.

Nick:

     Sole made their way back to the office portion of the agency, wiping their eyes as they looked to the clock on Nick's desk. 2:34am. Yuck.

The synth was hunched over, eyes moving along the lines of the case file clasped in his hands.

"And what are you doing up, hmm?" He asked without looking up from the page. Instead of answering verbally, Sole drew closer to him, bringing their right hand up to brush against his left cheek, encouraging him to look over at them. To their surprise, Nick pulled away from their touch quickly, but still turned his glowing eyes to meet theirs. Sole could see the ridge above his eyes creased upwards as he noticed the hurt etched on their face at his action.

"Careful there, doll. I just don't want you to hurt yourself. I've got some sharp edges over here."

"You think I don't know that?" They hadn't meant for the words to come out the way they did, but they were tired and irritable. It's how they always felt when they woke up and he wasn't beside them. And of course they knew he didn't sleep, so they can't blame him for being unused to this trend they've tried to establish, but… surely he'd rather be laying beside them, rather than working at a desk all night. Right? Their uncertainty must have been plain on their face, for now Nick seemed to peer at them sympathetically, despite their gruff tone with him.

He brought his good hand up to their face, returning the gesture they had just tried to make towards him, his thumb stroking lightly over their cheek.

"You want me to come to bed? Is that it?" Sole nodded sleepily, pressing further into his touch, his synthetic hand feeling soothingly cool over their heated skin.

"Alright. No more work tonight, you got it." Sole smiled at that, and Nick let his hand smooth down past their jaw, down their neck, and over their shoulders as he brought his arm around them. The pair made their way to the bed in the corner of the agency, Nick moving ahead of Sole so he could lift the covers up as they crawled beneath them. Sole peered up at him with half lidded eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders, his hands reached for a softer, buttonless long sleeve which he brought down over his head.

Now, he made his way to the bed, sliding under the covers and bringing one arm up to rest on the tops of the pillows, an invitation for Sole to fill the space below. And they certainly obliged, curling themselves up beside him with one arm thrown over his abdomen as their cheek rested on his chest. They felt his arm fall from its place on the pillows to wrap around them, and their eyes fluttered shut as they listened to his whirring heartbeat, smoothing their hand up and down his body contently as they nuzzled deeper into him. They reveled at the softness of his shirt beneath their fingers and cheek. He really thinks of everything, doesn't he? No wonder he's a detective.

"How much can you feel when I do this?" Sole asked quietly as they continued rubbing his chest with their hand.

"Mm, I can feel every little bit, sweetheart. It's wonderful, you've got a real talent there." Sole giggled at him, and they could've sworn they heard a distinct quickening of the synth's heartbeat for a moment.

"I'm being serious, love. I mean, do you even like when I touch you like this?"

"Honestly? There's nothing on this earth that makes me happier."

Preston:

     Sole kept their gaze trained on the minuteman as he checked in with each of the settlers, moving from person to person, speaking softly, and comforting each one. He had to be exhausted, after all, it was them who had driven off the mutants in the attack on Sunshine Tidings; and yet, all his attention was on helping the people around him. They waited patiently as he at last checked in with the settlement's doctor, ensuring any wounded were on their way to recovery, and as he finally turned to look at Sole, they had moved to stand directly beside him, bringing a hand up to his shoulder and rubbing softly as they urged him towards the guest house near the entrance to the settlement.

"C'mon, Lieutenant, it's time you got some rest."

"And you, General." He said, falling in line behind them as they made their way onto the porch, and into the front door of the house. Preston shrugged off his coat as he stepped into the room, and pulled his hat from his head, tossing both onto the dresser as he took a seat on the bed and began undoing his boot laces. Sole took off their own overcoat and bits of the leather armor they were wearing, before turning back to their companion, who was still seated, just staring ahead with tired eyes. Even as Sole walked to the other side of the bed and settled themself atop the mattress, Preston didn't budge. They gave him a moment, testing to see if he would try and relax beside them, but he still sat on the edge of the mattress, facing towards the door, eyes trained on the wall. Sole moved upwards into a sitting position, and crawled along the mattress towards their partner, they stopped behind him and brought their hands up to rest on his shoulders.

"Wh--? Oh, um…" the minuteman tensed, and turned his head to look back at Sole.

"Is this alright?" They asked him as they began to rub his shoulders firmly with their fingers, trying to work some of the stress from his body.

"Well, yes. Definitely, but you know, you don't have to-- oh? Ah." Sole pressed harder as their adept fingers worked at the knot they found in his shoulder, and Preston sighed in relief as he felt it begin to loosen up.

Sole continued their movements and watched as Preston's head slowly lowered as he settled into a more relaxed state. He rolled his shoulders against their ministrations, releasing a few deep breaths as he felt the tension ebb away from his muscles. They carried on this way until Sole felt as the hardness beneath his skin began to melt away, leaving the area feeling loose and pliant against their firm contact. Another sigh escaped their partner as the massage left his shoulders feeling light and fuzzy, as though they had fallen asleep. Sole leaned into him, resting their chin on Preston's shoulder as they spoke softly into his ear,

"Come here, hon. Come lay down."

"Mm, don't have to ask me twice." His voice came out groggily, as though he'd just been asleep, and Sole smiled at the pleasant sound. They began to sink down onto the mattress themself, one hand remaining on his shoulder, pulling slightly as they urged him down beside them. He followed without hesitation, collapsing onto his back with another sigh of satisfaction.

"Thank you, love. I didn't know how much I needed that." He said, head tilted back against the pillows as his eyes fell closed. Sole just hummed in response, and lazily, Preston brought an arm over to wrap around them, drawing their body to press against his.

"And, if you want, I could return the favor." Though Sole had closed their eyes, they felt them roll beneath their lids as they smiled, releasing a breath in mock exasperation at their partner's incessant selflessness.

"No, sweetie. You can do me a favor by just trying to get some rest."

X6-88:

     "Sir/ma'am, we both know that sleeping is not my strong suit."

"Please, X, just call me Sole now, you're driving me crazy with all of these formalities."

"Forgive me. It's as they say, old habits die hard."

"Well, can you just at least try to sleep? If nothing else, it helps me."

X6's eyes narrowed at them. First they insisted I remove my sunglasses during our 'down time,' now I need to sleep what, at least 5 hours every night too? Relationships are strange. But I suppose, if it helps them sleep...

"If you say so." He said, shifting from his seated position on the bed to lay down beside them. Sole scooted closer to him, resting their head against his shoulder, and bringing their arm to lay over his firm chest. As Sole tried to relax into him, they felt X6's muscles remain taught beneath his skin, as though he were still poised for a fight. Sole sighed in exasperation. They had known that this relationship wouldn't come all that naturally to the courser, and they were prepared to be patient with him. But sometimes it really seemed like he just… didn't enjoy romantic gestures of any kind, and if that was the case… well, Sole didn't want to force the man to remain with them if he felt uncomfortable. But maybe he just needs to relax a little more…

"I'd like to try something." They told him. X6 hesitated, waiting to hear more before answering. At Sole's lack of clarification, he gave in.

"Alright."

Sole shifted so that they were laying on their stomach, their side pressed against his body as they looked up at him.

"Is it okay if I touch your face?" He looked away from them in thought, silver eyes practically glowing in the darkness of the bedroom as his brows drew over them in confusion at their request. After a moment of contemplation, his gaze shot back to meet Sole's own eyes before he nodded at them.

Tentatively, Sole reached their hand up until the tips of two fingers lightly brushed over his cheekbone. X6 kept very still, staring ahead as they stroked upwards, tracing lines softly over his smooth facial skin. They brought their fingers up and around his eye socket, across his forehead, down the side of his face, over his chin, back up to pass along the bridge of his nose, and over to the other side, where they repeated the pattern.

"Close your eyes." They whispered to him, and he did as they suggested without question. They felt his facial muscles slowly begin to relax as Sole's fingers continued tracing shapes over their smooth canvas. They weren't sure how long they kept up these movements, but soon enough they found themself drifting off into sleep, their hand falling to rest near the crook of X6’s neck. Before their dreams could claim them, Sole felt warm, calloused fingers glide over the arm still resting on their companion's chest, stroking slowly over their skin. A satisfied breath passed through their lips as they smiled weakly at the feel of the gentle contact.

"Goodnight, Sole." He whispered, and they barely caught the words before passing into dreamland.

This Prompt with FO3 M!Companions

This Prompt with FONV M!Companions

[hanaridulsetcheese]

eighteen ~ sim jaeyun

enhypen jake x reader

It's official, Jake was going insane.

You both sat on the floor of the practice room, giggling like no tomorrow as Jake cracked joke after joke. Your stomach hurt so much after laughing but you just couldn't stop.

"I'm so glad I could listen to the Bieber's new single, I was Justin time. " Jake's millionth joke sent you rolling on the floor.

Jake smiled fondly as you laughed wholeheartedly at his jokes, so glad that he finally got time to spend you with.

"We've been friends for almost a year now and yet you still havent run out of jokes. " you calmed down, wiping the stray tear that escaped from all your laughing.

"I'm just a naturally funny guy. " he threw multiple hand signs, trying to look cool.

"Seriously though, our one year friendiversary is coming up. I can't believe I put up with you for almost a year know. " Jake appluded himself, giggling as your scoffed and playfully hit his shoulder.

"Fine, I guess I'll just hang out with Jay from now on. " you rolled your eyes and pretended to get up to leave the room.

"Nuh uh! You're my bestie! " Jake said, imitating a five year old.

You and Jake met before his debut. You remember the day you met perfectly. You were the same practice room as now, listening to music while freestyling.

The happy little Aussie boy accidentally walked in on you dancing and was captivated by your dance style. You were freestyling to a One Direction song before you saw him staring at you in the mirror.

"Remember how you walked in on me dancing to One Direction? " you blurted out, taking Jake by surprise.

"Be more specific, that situation happened more than once. " he chuckled.

"When we first met. " you said, pointing to the door behind you, "I remember dancing and then seeing this smiley boy just staring at me in the mirror. "

"That boy was handsome though, wasn't he? Bet those were your first thoughts. "

"You wish. " you lied, those were exactly your first thoughts.

"Let's listen to One Direction! " he exclaimed, pulling out his phone.

Seconds later, a familiar melody played making you feel nostalgic.

'I got a heart.

And I got a soul. '

The lyrics of '18' filled the room. Jake smiled at you, knowing that it was your favourite song.

"Didn't we meet when we were eighteen? " he asked, running his hand through his hair. You hummed in response, enjoying the song and the sound of Jake humming to it.

"When ever I hear this song, I always think of the Tiktok trend where they'd tell you to close your eyes until Louis says his line and then you'd see your bias or someone smiling at you. " you say. "I saw one of you. "

"Are you watching my Tiktoks (Y/N)? " Jake smirked at you.

"I follow the Enhypen tag, dummy. " you laughed.

The song played and when the famous part came on, your eyes fluttered shut as you listened to the lines of the song.

'I have loved your since we were eighteen'

You opened your eyes as was met with the sparkling eyes of Jake staring right at you.

You didn't have time to register what was happening until you felt the soft lips of your best friends gently touching yours.

Sweet and soft, just like him.

"Does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night changes? "

"I guess it's the little things that make me love you. "

You both giggled at each other's puns. It was at that moment that Jake realised, you were his one thing. You were the one he couldn't get couldn't get out of his head.

[miraeluc]

they find out you play the drums

prompt: “you invite them out to a new bar that recently opened, stating the band there was really good, but the last thing they expected was seeing you on stage.”

includes: tobio kageyama, kozume kenma, tetsuro kuroo

warnings: none except occasional swearing!

a/n: AYE my first headcannons :D i came up with this idea listening to paramore lmao i just need to get it out of my system, enjoy!

tobio kageyama

when you came up to him and begged him to visit the new bar, he didn’t even think about denying you

simply because 1. your face was too cute and 2. you havenT BEEN SPENDING ENOUGH TIME WITH HIM; HE MISSES YOU >:(

so you two went together the following friday

you were vibrating in excitement already,, it was so hard not telling him but you wanted to see his raw reaction 

you two made yourselves comfortable, ordering drinks before you excused yourself

“I have to use the restroom, I’ll be right back, kags” you said, pecking his nose, which obviously made him scoff but he nodded

when the band was announced, you were still not back and he was kind of upset but also kind of worried because??

did you ditch him??

did someone kidnap you??

but he didn’t have enough time to ponder over it because the music soon started

and there you were.

sat behind the drums. 

his eyes nearly popped out of his sockets at the sight. you looked so fucking badass. 

he didn’t pay attention to the bassist or singer

his eyes were trained on you the entire time, every hit against the drums resonating through his ears

as if that wasn’t hot enough, you should’ve seen his face when you took over, playing louder than the singer and bassist, all of the attention now on you

he couldn’t help but scoff at the amount of men eye-fucking you 

after the little concert was over he immediately walked over to you

“how could you hide that masterpiece from me?!”

kozume kenma

now for this baby, it was a bit harder to get him out of the confinement that was his four walls

after literal WEEKS of persuading him, you still couldn’t convince him LMAO 

you made kuroo drag him to the bar. 

so there he sat, waiting to be finally able to go home to get to his precious handheld console again

kenma does NOT like loud sounds or places with many people overall, so it only added to his horror as soon as your band was announced

as soon as the lights went off and the stage lighting turned on, he looked in that direction 

you were sat in the middle, behind some drums, dressed in all black attire 

his eyes widened and his jaw dropped, kuroo having to push his mouth back shut 

he watched you perform in awe

he found himself actually enjoying it, especially when it was your turn to steal the spotlight with your skills

after the performance he patiently waited for you to approach him, finally doing so after signing a few autographs

“if you told me, i would’ve agreed to come earlier..” 

tetsuro kuroo

kuroo was actually the one to ask you to go to the new bar

the universe was working in your favour lmao 

almost as soon as you arrived at the bar you excuse yourself, leaving a confused boyfriend behind 

confused boyfriend! turned into hypeman! boyfriend as soon as he saw you on the stage 

“THAT’S MY PARTNER RIGHT THERE!”

“don’t look at them like that, they’re mine!”

“MY BABY IS SO TALENTED!”

well he definitely wasn’t embarassed to show you off

seeing you up there, dancing along to the music as you played looking so, so cool, just made his heart swell and his cheers got louder

at some point he got the whole bar to cheer for you too

he couldn’t help it!! you just looked so happy when you heard the cheers!

you bet your ass he will come to every single performance from now on 

after you were done he calmly escorted you away from the piles of people wanting you to sign something for them 

“didn’t know you had it in you, baby!”

he kissed you to show everyone who you belonged to 

a/n: i feel like ive let ya down with this one, oh well! plsplspls send requests!! i need to get around to making a navi/about me these days.

[kaz11283]

Love Never Wins

Summary: Words will be said but do you really think either one of you mean them. Sometimes actions speak louder.

Warnings: slight angst

Characters: Loki, Thor, Y/n, Clint, avengers in the background here and there

Loki x you, Thor x you (platonic), Clint x you (brother,sister)

ANNOUNCEMENT: Not going to lie. This was going to be a simple short sweet straight to the point drabble but it turned into such a looooong one shot (i guess) I was in a good head space wgile writing this and just couldnt stop really. But it is something that I am very proud of.

ANNOUNCEMENT 2: I've had to make this a simple 2 part. I got way to carried away with everything in it!

Loki Masterlist

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"What's going on with you?" You yelled as you grabbed Loki by the arm pulling him away from the girl who was obviously flirting with him and he with her.

"What are you talking about? We were talking." He yelled back.

"You were flirting Loki in front of everyone! Openly! Don't play me for the fool you think I am. You've been off lately. Not around as much, zoning out when we finally have some time together. If there's something you want to say tell me now." You felt the tears rush to your eyes. You had seen all the signs, hell you were an expert at the signs. Multiple boyfriends had given you the signs before but for some reason you though that maybe, just maybe, he was diffrent.

"I just feel like we've grown apart in the last few months y/n. I don't think I can do this anymore." he said simply.

"You said I brought out the best side of you, that I was the love of your life." You said tears streaming down your face now, to hell with the makeup you was wearing you wasn't going back to the party anyways.

"You're not." He stated simply clenching his jaw.

"Ok fine. It's not the first time I've been broken up with. Just the first time that I had ever put so much into someone that I truly did see a future with just to have my heart completely ripped out in front of me. You got me good this time trickster. Don't think I'll be able to fully recover from this one." You spat back at him before turning to head up stairs to your room that the two of you had shared for so long.

Luckily Tony hadn't done anything to the room you had once occupied on a lower level of the tower so you easily moved all of your clothing back into there in a matter of no time. You weren't use to the feeling of being alone but thats all you wanted right now for the rest of your life. The god of tricks had ruined other men for you, he had once shown you love like you had never felt, and now your heart broke like it had never broke before.

"Hey sis, noticed you weren't- oh god what did he do?" Clint asked walking into your room. "Knew something was up. I could feel it."

"Hawk stop with the twin shit, its creepy." You huffed whipping your eyes on the back your long sleeve hoodie.

"What happened? All I know is you two disappeared, he came back, you didn't, and he said I should probably find you in your old room." He sat down next to you.

"We broke up. Easy as that. Ya know I never understood why they say not to date your co workers till today." You shrugged turning to him. "When we first got together you hated it-"

"To be fair he did brainwash me."

"I didn't say you didn't have a right. We kept it from you for a while though. But we hadn't been together long, Hawk, I thought he was diffrent from any man I ever dated-"

"Well he is a god, kinda different."

"Would you shut up so I can vent just for a little bit then you can go back to the party."

"Na, parties lame anyways, I was thinking about hanging out here for a little bit." He said kicking his shoes off and proping his feet on the coffee table throwing his arms across the back of the couch.

"Whatever," you rolled your eyes as you snuggled into your brother. "He was so kind, gentle, he was paciant with me. He knew that me and you were close and he didnt wamt to get in the way of that. He wanted us to be closer than he and Thor was. I think it helped him realize just how important family is when you only have each other. We kept it a secret for so long though." You pulled the hood up closer to your face. You didn't want to admit to yourself but you had kept the jacket because it still smelled like him.

"Nat seen the two of you making out in the hall weeks before you told anyone by the way." He laughed pulling you closer to him. " I didnt say anything though because I knew you would tell me when you were comfortable with it."

"I love him so much and he played me. Completely tricked me into these feelings that I dont think will ever change." You sobbed wrapping your arms around his waist, he through his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer.

"Hes a dick with a god complex. Hes not good enough for you at all. Coming from a brother, a twin brothers point of view, I think you could do better. All is fair in love and war, but dont put it past me to be a little rougher on him during training, and I wont point anything out if you happen to let some bad guy kill him on the field." He said kissing the top of your head.

"Hawk, you know I'm not like that. I habe a reputation to up hold." You said slapping his arm before pulling away. "If you wanna stay theres still some of your sweats that I stole in the bedroom and ice cream in the freezer, but your sleeping on the couch. Its been since we were kids that we shared a bed but I bet you still kick."

~~~~

A few weeks had passed since you and Loki had called it quites. You had been mainly staying in your room trying not to cause any uncomfortable silence if you and Loki wede in the same room. On one occasion when you had ventured out to the living room you seen Loki holding an icepack to his eye and a busted lip, your first instinct was to rush over and make sure he was ok but instead you turned and took a seat between Thor and Clint.

"Lady Y/n, as always your peresnts lights up the room. We just havent been seeing much of it as of late." Thor greeted you with a warm smile throwing his huge arm ober your shoulder, making you look smaller than you already was.

"No more gods." Clint mumbled beside you.

"Thor is just a friend. One of the best I have." You laughed. "What happened?" Nodding toward Loki.

"Payback." He shrugged.

"Ah yes, it turns out Loki is not very good at hand to hand combat unles he is able to use his magic." Thor laughed. "I always tried to get him to train with me but he never did, turns out he probably should have."

"Oh for god sakes I'm right here and you three are not really whispering. I shouldn't have to learn hand to hand combat I have my sedair! I'm assuming it was just your brothers idea so that he could get back at me." He yelled.

"And you forget that there could come a time when you might need hand to hand. I told you many times that you needed to train but no mister 'I'm Loki prince of Asguard, burdened with glorious purpose', mister I have my magic. Bullshit. Your just sour because a mear mortal bested you at something. Grow a pair and learn how to actually fight." You jumped up. You had finally snapped. It had been coming tough sitting in you waiting for the right, or wrong, time to show up.

"You watch your tone!" He shouted jumping up. "I know how to fight better than half the people in here." Clint and Thor slowly stood watching the scene in front of them neither one know what to do.

"You know how to use your pixie dust to make things happen! Well guess what tinker bell this aint Neverland. We get in weird predicaments all the time you never know what to expect." You yelled back. "Hell Loki, your probably so bad at hand to hand even I could beat you."

"Oh your on. Training room, 30mins. That is unless your scared?" He said giving you a mischievous smirk.

"Trust and believe I'm not afraid of you by any means. No weponds, no sedair strictly hand to hand." You said turning on your heel to walk to your room to get ready leaving Clint and Thor standing alone in the living room aww struck.

"So what do we do?" Clint finally asked.

"Well of course we have to stop this. It will not end very well." Thor answered.

"So tell the others?"

"Yes you tell the others I will get refreshments for the battle." They took off in seprate directions.

[sillyguyhotline]

17. “How is any of this ok?” with Joe and Sara maybe?

dude im gonna be completely honest i havent written anything in like a month so i think the quality isnt gonna be great but here goes nothing

God, Sara missed the feeling of home.

Every semblance of familiarity and comfort she’d once found in the town she’d grown up in, the house she’d spent her childhood running through, now felt chillingly foreign.

Perhaps it was the heavy burden of knowledge weighing fresh upon her shoulders: ASUNARO’s corruption seemed now to peer slyly around every corner, no matter where she went. She still didn’t know how much of the town had rotted away under its grasp, how much of the town its poison had pervaded… but she was probably better off not knowing.

Whatever was left of Midori, that miserable mix of pulsing blood and electronic emotion, had been ground to bits inside that coffin… but Sara couldn’t ignore the creeping fear that his burning, ever-present gaze would appear out of nowhere and terrorize her again.

But he wouldn’t. The death game was over, and they’d promised they would never hurt her or any of her loved ones again.

Most of the loved ones she still encountered day-to-day, gruesomely blood splattered and sitting like corpses propped up hastily in a corner, would be safe no matter if ASUNARO was fresh on her tail or a thousand miles away. What a cruel price to pay for safety, to never be hurt again.

They still lived on if Sara closed her eyes tight enough, if she listened to the twisting words of the hallucinations and let them convince her she was monstrous. But the second she dared to open her eyes, she knew they’d be dead again. Life worked in terrible ways, and that was all there was to it.

Joe’s house had always been a second home to her, ever since the two of them became friends. Joe was the farthest cry from Sara in terms of social interactions- it had taken at least 3 months for Sara to trust Joe enough to invite him over, but Joe had insisted she hang out at his house the very same day they became friendly enough to exchange more than a sentence with each other.

There was a certain sort of comfort to the warmth of his house, the constant scent of cooking food pervading the air and the little trinkets scattered in every corner. No surface of his house went without decoration, in its silly little way. It was full of pictures, too, some carefully framed and some dangling from the wall by pushpins, but Sara got the sense that none of the photos went unloved. Most of them were occupied by an orange-haired man, often carrying a younger Joe (back when he was still sporting that atrocious crew cut). Sara always assumed it was his dad, but thought it would be impolite to ask… particularly when the weeks stretched on and Sara had yet to meet that mysterious orange-haired man.

Eventually, pictures of Sara began to join the collage on the wall- pictures taken as she butchered yet another pop song during karaoke, or when they went out to get food, or when she mistakenly sat down on a traffic cone during gym (after many protests from Sara, he took that one down). As silly as the pictures were, and as obvious as it was that Joe had waited for the most embarrassing moments to take them, it was sort of sweet in a way.

Joe’s mother was always kind to her, though there was a constant weariness in her eyes that Sara always felt a bit uneasy about questioning. Sometimes she’d let the two of them cook things in the kitchen, but more often than not they’d go up to Joe’s room and screw around in there, with video games or music or the 50 times Joe tried to persuade Sara to climb out the window and sit on the roof with him before she finally agreed.

As rare as it was for Sara to agree to sit on the roof, it was even rarer for Joe to agree to study with her, much to Sara’s chagrin. Joe had always walked a fine line between passing and failing, but Sara had to admit he walked it well. When she did manage to convince him to study, though (usually the day before final exams), they’d sit on the cushy couch in his living room and somehow manage to bother each other as much as possible while feigning concentration.

The couch hadn’t changed after several years- Sara could tell that much the minute she sat down on it and avoided the urge to break eye contact with Joe’s mother. It was still well-worn, a couch that likely should have been replaced at least a decade ago but had never really been disposed of. Loose threads were protruding from the cover, drawn out from years of visitors fidgeting with them.

Sara shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the slight motion making her sink deeper into the couch’s soft cushioning. She’d only spent one minute in the house and was already sweating, whether from the heat of the home or the thousand-yard stare of the woman sitting across from her.

Ryoko was there, too, sitting to Sara’s left and gazing listlessly at the well-trodden carpet beneath her feet. …Ryoko.

Sara cast a hesitant glance around the room, duly noting the photos covering the walls. Not a single one of hers had been taken down, but several more photos had appeared with Joe’s beaming face featuring prominently in them. Joe’s presence was always enough to fill a room even when he wasn’t speaking; it took a lot to fill in the gaps left by his absence.

God, she missed him.

The wind whistled against the window-screen; Sara had memorized the familiar creak of the wooden window frame being lifted up to welcome in the mild autumn air. Sara had always thought of autumn as a beginning- she loved summer as much as any other kid, but as the haze of the weather began to wind down she was quick to grow impatient and look forward to the school year, to being productive again. Joe had always disagreed with her.

“Fall is the literal death of fun,” he’d complained once, walking home with Sara after finishing the first week of school. “Couldn’t they have pushed back the first day of school by, like, another week? You think if we got enough people to sign a petition, they’d give us an extra week of summer?”

“Oh, come on, we both know even if you had an extra week of summer you’d just be complaining a week later,” Sara had teased back.

The death of fun. It certainly felt like that, Sara decided. She’d never feared the looming darkness of fall and winter quite so much before. But now, she supposed, there was no sunshine who’d weather it with her.

“Well… Sara?” Joe’s mother spoke up, voice hoarse with the sound of repressed tears in her throat. Sara recognized the sound all too well.

There was no resentment in the woman’s eyes when Sara made eye contact with her. No anger, no frustration, nor had there been any in her measured motions when she welcomed Sara into the home. It didn’t take any words for Sara to tell that there was no blame to be foisted upon her.

She was still Joe’s best friend.

“I’m sorry to have dragged you out here on such short notice.” The woman’s voice was weak. “I don’t know all the details of what happened, of course. Haven’t heard anything, aside from the little tidbits the police told me when I dropped by the station.”

Sara’s shoulders stiffened at the mention of the police, at the idea of them pleasantly answering her questions as though they weren’t just as complicit in that tragedy as ASUNARO had been.

“And…” the woman glanced down at her hands, toughened from a lifetime of working. “I know something terrible happened to you. The circles under your eyes are darker than midnight, I know it’s so selfish of me to be dragging you out here, but… I haven’t slept a wink for weeks. Been so worried about Joe, and about you too.”

She nodded in the direction of the black-haired girl who hadn’t spoken a word the entire time. “Ryoko’s been worried about the both of you, too. Your parents weren’t answering the door, so she went to me. I hope you’ll forgive the two of us for disturbing you, Sara, but… you have the answers the police won’t give us, don’t you?”

God, her gaze was piercing.

“...Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

It was taking everything in Sara’s power not to look at the vacant seat to her right. If Joe was there, he would have been laughing and lightening the mood, completing the circle that had been left so jarringly empty.

But they wouldn’t have been having this conversation if Joe was there.

Ms. Tazuna nodded slowly. “This means the world to me, Sara. Don’t forget that.”

Sara did her best to muster a smile. “Don’t worry. I won’t.”

The woman gave another nod, eyes defocusing as though even now, she wasn’t quite sure why she was there. “Alright. Alright. Well, then…” She cleared her throat uncomfortably. “Guess I should get right to the point, yeah? Is he… is… how is he…?”

So she still hadn’t quite let go of that little thread of hope, even after seeing Sara return home safe and alive with no best friend in tow. Who was Sara to judge? When hope was the only thing to cling to, it only made sense to cling to it like a lifeline.

Sara twisted her hands, the same old nervous habit she’d had for years, and wondered briefly if she’d picked it up from Ms. Tazuna. How terrible it was, to carry the news that nobody, much less any mother, ever wanted to hear.

“I… I’m sorry, Ms. Tazuna. He didn’t make it out alive.”

Sara hadn’t expected the hush that immediately fell over the room. She’d expected immediate tears, the grieving cry of a mother in pain. Instead, the room became muffled, still as a painting captured in time.

Slowly, Ryoko looked up from her bitten-down fingers, eyes rimmed red already. Ryoko had always been an emotional person, the only person Sara knew who could fluctuate from full-on sobs to cheerful giggles in less than a minute. Sara was so unused to the look that was now filling her eyes- cold, solid misery. As though there were no tears in her eyes left to cry, no more tragedies to bemoan. Just a deep and horrified comprehension of just how many things in her life had gone wrong.

And, slowly, Ms. Tazuna began to cry.

Tears had become so uncomfortable for Sara to bear witness to. Was it selfish of her to look away? It couldn’t be, not when every raw sob reminded her of the art student seeing her first (and certainly not last) death, of the broken sibling openly weeping over apologies gone unspoken, of the unknowing siblings screaming their throats out with pleas for death so the other could survive.

Especially not now. Not when every tear rang in her mind as a reminder of cold tubes piercing her best friend’s chest, of his corpse slumping and falling in a pool of blood, because oh god he wasn’t supposed to have lost so much blood, how was he supposed to live without it, of the clickclickclickclickclicking rising in volume while her attempts to save him grew feebler and feebler.

Her hands were bloodstained, no matter how many times she tried to scrub them clean. Those dreadful hands of hers had failed her, failed Joe, failed the women sobbing openly in front of her.

She swallowed back the apologies that always rose in her throat as Ms. Tazuna rushed to sniffle back her tears.

“I… god, I… he’s really gone?”

Sara couldn’t bear to look her in the eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“Please… please tell me it was a peaceful death. He didn’t… suffer too much, did he?”

The resounding wave of clicks flooded her mind. “It was as peaceful as I could make it. I… he smiled at me, right before he died. I’d… very much like to think that means he was happy when he died.”

“What happened?” Ryoko’s voice came out rough, the first of it Sara had heard in weeks. “Joe told me, after our date, that he was going to walk you home, and then neither of you showed up at school the next day. And now… it’s been three weeks? And Joe… Joe’s dead? What the hell happened, Sara?”

“God,” Sara mumbled, mesmerizing herself with the twisting motions of her own hands. “I’m not sure if you’d even believe me if I told you. I don’t even know if I believe what happened myself.”

“I’d believe anything.” The sentence was firm. “I just want to know what happened.”

Sara nodded wearily. The familiar weight of her bright orange ponytail was notably missing- the day after she’d escaped, she’d demanded the hairdresser cut her hair short and crisp. She shuddered every time she thought about the ponytail brushing against her neck as she spent each argument screaming and protesting for her life. Even worse was the memory of how carefully Joe had styled her hair, forsaking his usual clumsiness to braid every strand with a remarkable tenderness. She didn’t want to remember any of it- even though, as the locks went cascading to the floor, she was reminded starkly of Keiji’s bleach-stained trauma response.

“For some reason, something to do with the mafia, we were kidnapped. And pulled into a death game. There were twenty of us, including me and Joe. I- I’m not going to get into all the specifics. It’s going to make me sick to my stomach if I do. But… they made us play this sadistic fucking game to narrow down the competition. Based on cards. Joe drew a bad card, and… they executed him.” Something in Sara’s throat tightened as she finished speaking, and she fell silent.

“Just like that?” His mother’s voice came out as a hoarse whisper. “How… how’d they kill him?”

“I’d rather not say.” There came the gushing sound of blood pulsing through the tubes. “He didn’t suffer too long” - she hoped - “but it was a gruesome way to die. I don’t want to think about it, please understand.”

It took a moment for his mother to register the words and nod, face still painted with horror.

“Why… how did the two of you even end up there in the first place?” Ryoko spoke up again. “You said something about the mafia? How the hell are you two connected with the mafia?”

“I don’t know how I am,” Sara responded immediately. “It must be something with my family. I couldn’t control any of this, I swear, but… Joe wasn’t meant to end up there at all.”

Ryoko paused. “He… he wasn’t meant to end up there?”

Sara swallowed back the lump in her throat. “The game… it was something that was being prepared for ages. There weren’t just a few ragtag kidnappers behind it, there was an entire organization. Even the police were involved. They ran AI tests, hundreds if not thousands of them, trying to calculate who’d be the most likely to win. And… when all the numbers came back, the person most likely to win… was me.”

She spread her arms wide, baring her sins and her cruelties to the world, and in that moment felt distinctly like the angel of death Keiji had branded her to be.

“They needed something to drag me down, I guess. Make the odds more balanced. So they dragged Joe into this fucking mess. I guess they thought that him being there would keep me steady enough to make everything fair.” A cold hand, dripping with tendrils of phantom blood, caressed her chin with a lethal grip. “...They were right.”

Ryoko’s gaze had gone cold again. “So Joe died just because you cared about him? What the fuck kind of death sentence is that?”

Sara shook her head numbly.

“Why did it have to be him?” The heartbreak in Ryoko’s voice was clearer than day. “So many people love you, Sara, why did it have to be him? Hell, I’m your best friend too, aren’t I? Why couldn’t it have been me? I’m a much worse person than Joe ever was, I deserved to be in his place way more. Couldn’t they have killed me instead?”

Sara winced at the growing desperation in her best friend’s voice, the raw crack she knew all too well. It should have been me, it should have been me, it should have been me. Sara could have almost fooled herself into seeing a crisp aquamarine when Ryoko’s hair flashed into the light.

“Ryoko… it could have been.”

The girl fell silent.

“They had files on you too. They knew how close we were, they knew how much you meant to me… but Joe was in the wrong place at the wrong time. And they fucking killed him for it.”

Oh, how she wished she could go back to that balmy early-autumn night, see the smile on Joe’s face and listen to his lighthearted laughter again. The desire to keep one’s friend safe had become a crime deserving of a death sentence.

Ryoko’s eyes remained locked to Sara’s, devoid of any dullness. In the look they exchanged was a deep, sinking understanding, one that had nauseated Sara to the core the first time the realization struck her.

It was by no crafty strategy that Joe had died instead of Ryoko, no favoritism biased against the kindest person either of them would ever know. It was a simple, terrible twist of fate. Ryoko could have taken his place had she done something as inconsequential as offering to walk Sara home instead.

But she hadn’t.

It took everything in Sara’s power to avoid wondering what would’ve changed if she had.

“How is any of this okay?” Ryoko broke the silence weakly. “They killed him- they could have killed me, too. He was seventeen. Seventeen. How did anybody let this happen? How did this happen, Sara?”

“I- I don’t know.” Ryoko’s wrath was simmering; even though Sara knew truly that she wasn’t the subject of the anger, she still felt scalded. “I miss him so much, Ryoko. I watched him die, and nothing in my power let me save him. I miss him, Ryoko, I miss him every waking minute of every day. We were supposed to escape together and get out safe and pretend this never happened, but…” the tears were beginning to well up again. She couldn’t bear the thought of breaking down in front of anyone, especially not over him.

“I’m going to go make some coffee,” his mother interrupted suddenly. She’d been noticeably quiet, but the still-fresh streaks of tears painted down her cheeks told the story she didn’t need to vocalize. “Some coffee, and some snacks. And we’ll keep talking from there, alright? Do you guys have your phones?”

The two girls nodded uneasily.

“Please… find any pictures you have of him. I want to make this wall as bright as possible.”

Without any other words, she hurried out of the room, and it fell to silence once more. Outside the window, the cool autumn breeze began to stir the leaves in the air, gusting forward to brush against Sara’s cheek just as the hallucination had done mere minutes ago.

And the Tazuna household began to feel more like home again.

[nadziejastar]

i have a many different scenarios Saix could have gotten his scar from but i keep asking around and so far i havent gotten a answer

the most looked upon way is that xemnas gave it to him for his disobedience i guess but i saw a few other ways that were interesting, one of them was maybe he did it himself to never forget about skuld project X the ways im thinking is maybe that could be true but what if Axel actually gave it to him? maybe they were fighting? maybe he wanted Axel to give it to him? maybe not? maybe he did it himself to show xemnas how true he was to the organization idk what are your thoughts? 

i always imagine if xemnas did it xigbar was present when it happen hell maybe xigbar gave it to him for some reason

Well, I have a pretty in-depth theory about Isa’s scar. He still has it when he’s recompleted, so he must’ve gotten it when he was still human, as a kid. I think Xehanort gave the scar to Isa. Branding a vessel with the Recusant’s Sigil seems like something only Xehanort would do. Although Braig may very well have been the one to cut Isa's forehead. Unlike Braig and Eraqus's scars, which are burns caused by darkness, Isa's is definitely a deep cut done with a blade. And Braig's arrowguns are sharp and pointed.

Xemnas: Our experiments creating Heartless were attempts to control the mind, and convince it to renounce its sense of self.

In KH3D, Xemnas mentioned the experiments to Sora. And that’s why I think the quote before their battle was referring to Subject X.

Saïx’s iconic physical feature is his scar--he bears the sigil on his flesh. Did he give it to himself so he could never forget the mystery girl test subject? OR. Is it more likely that he got the scar while he himself was a test subject? IMO, Isa was always meant to be Subject X, before KHUX introduced a LOT of retconning. He received the sigil on his flesh, and that’s also when they began calling him by the name “X”.

Basically, I agree with the theory that the scar was given to him for disobedience. Mostly. A recusant is someone who is disobedient and refuses to submit to authority. In other words, someone who is guilty of insubordination.

Meanwhile, Saïx had no sympathy for her. “You are to discover the identity of the outsider,” he told her. “Those are direct orders from Lord Xemnas. Failure is the same as insubordination. You understand that, don’t you?”

Of course, to Xehanort, failure is the same thing as insubordination. Being a failure is the same thing as being a recusant.

And there’s evidence that Saïx has failed in the past. I doubt Isa’s scar was given to him for outright disobedience. I think it was probably given to him for being a failure.

Day 171: The No. i Project

Xion failed to complete its mission. No. i was among the initial lot, which naturally raises questions about its capabilities. At present, it is nothing short of broken. I cannot fathom why Xemnas would want to keep it.

There’s another meaning of “failure” besides just failing missions. It’s a word used for a defective specimen in an experiment. The initial lot of replicas were considered failures. “Failure” was his go-to insult for Xion. The word seemed to carry a lot of baggage for him, which gave me the impression it was personal.

All the pilot subjects’ hearts collapsed, even those of the most stalwart (the strong ones Xehanort would have truly wanted as his vessels). No treatment was effective. They would been lifeless zombies, then they turned into Heartless. If Xehanort’s goal was to turn them into vessels, no doubt they would have been considered failures. Just like the initial lot of replicas.

After seven days’ observation, she spoke her first words, but could not provide a name. Subject exhibits signs of profound amnesia.

If Isa was originally Subject X, then he was unable to speak for seven days. It seemed like he lost his heart, like the pilot subjects, and he was disposed of beneath the castle in the Chamber of Repose. And that’s why Subject X is there in the KH3 Secret Reports. Of course, Subject X proved to be unique. His heart didn’t collapse. He only suffered mental collapse. So, Xehanort did decide to make him a vessel.

Xehanort: “X”… A most ancient letter. Some say “kye,” but the meaning is the same. Death… A letter that spells endings.

While locked up there, that’s when Isa was branded with the scar. After his flesh bore the sigil, he received the name “X”. It was a name that defined Xehanort’s object. It meant “death”.

Xigbar: The “Chamber of Repose”. If you recall, that’s where we spent our time researching the darkness that resides within people’s hearts. It’s a graveyard that was sealed by order of Ansem the Wise.

The Chamber of Repose is a graveyard–-a resting place for the dead. Subject X’s mind had renounced its sense of self. He was barely lucid and had no memories of his old identity or name. The “X” signified the success of the mind control. Symbolically, it marked him as a living corpse. An empty vessel into which Xehanort’s heart could be implanted.

Of course, I doubt a “failed specimen” like Isa was Xehanort’s idea of an ideal vessel. Terra was a powerful Keyblade wielder and a pupil of Eraqus. And Braig was a sharpshooter and apprentice of Ansem the Wise. Isa was just some random ice cream-loving kid, who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But if Isa was the only test subject to be successfully mind-controlled, Xehanort was gonna have to use him. Beggars can’t be choosers.

The name “X” and the brand were to define Xehanort’s “object” as being symbolically dead. I also think they gave the “hollow vessel” purpose. Basically, the scar was the mark of a failure. Isa wasn’t strong and the scar was to signify weakness. Xehanort wanted his new object to know that failure would not be tolerated. This gave him a new purpose, which was to be stronger. Aaaand…that’s my theory of how Isa got his scar.

[happys-crazy-queen22]

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Miguel was furious when you didnt come back with his man. He excused himself and marched down the hall straight into the ladies room without knocking.

"Where the hell is she"? Miguel balled up his fist. Nestor, his second in command came in behind him.

"Not sure. Found this in the grass behind the kitchen". Nestor handed Miguel your wedding ring that you threw in the grass.

"I want her found. Hunt that little bitch down. Kill who ever she's with. But bring her to me". Miguel growled, clenching the ring in his hand.

Thank goodness there wasn't any cameras in the back. They wouldn't have to work as hard as Miguel did.

He stayed up all hours drinking and pacing the house. Smelling your robe. He was losing it. Every time Nestor came back empty handed, Miguel would flip on anyone in the room. The house was destroyed. From his fits.

"How hard is it to find a girl? A beautiful goddess. She has to be here. Find her". Miguel ordered, his moods changed in a heart beat.

"Mikey, what if she didnt run away"? Nestor suggested.

"What do you mean"? Miguel thought about it. Nestor was hinting at maybe you were taken.

"What if she was kidnapped and she tossed her wedding ring as a sign".

"Who would do that? Everyone knows who I am and what I'm capable of. They wouldnt touch her".

"We have lots of enemies. Anyone could have".

"But why would she just tell my man to go away"?

"They could have held a gun to her head or threatened to kill you. Y/N, loves you". Nestor spoke softly to his friend. But boy was he dead wrong about everything.

Meanwhile Angel pulled up to the clubhouse. You jumped off and ran inside. Your hand clamped over your mouth as you saw your mother, little sister and grandfather sitting with the members of the club.

"Mamá! Abuelito!". You cried out, getting their attention. You havent seen them in years. After getting married to Miguel he wouldn't let you see them. All these emotions where hitting full force.

Your mother cried as she hugged you. Her oldest daughter finally coming home. Your grandfather kissed the top of your head. And your little sister gave you a thumbs up and a smile, she was talking to Ez.

"Donde esta papi"? You asked looking around for your father. Your mother looked down at her feet. Your grandfather spat.

"He didnt come, Mi Amor. He felt ashamed. He thought he was doing you good. But now he sees he only brought heartache to this family".

"He stayed? What if Miguel goes there to see if I'm there or if they're there? He'll kill him, if he lies". You panicked turning to Angel.

"We tried to get him to come. He wouldnt. I'm sorry". Angel grabbed your hand.

"Oh God. This is my fault. I need to go back". You went to push past Angel but he grabbed you by your waist.

"Let me go, Angel. I'm not letting my father die because of me". You yelled, wiggling around to get out of his grip.

"I'm not letting you go back. Your father made his choice. You cant do anything about it".

You sobbed into Angel's arms as he held you. "I love him. I can't let him die".

"I'll send a few guys to go see if he'll change his mind but you have got to calm down". Angel suggested.

"Okay. I'm calm. Thank you". You wiped away your tears and walked with your mother to the couch. There was a lot of catching up to do. First thing she wanted to know was who was Angel to you? Oh you hated to tell her. But she'll live.

However Miguel felt like his heart was breaking in pieces. You were gone less than five hours and he has basically everyone there except for the news crew.

"What has happened to my wife"? He sobbed, putting on a show for the police. Miguel wanted to keep the disappearance on the low but some of the partygoers heard and called the police. So he had to put on a show while Nestor did the dirty work of finding you.

"Psst". Nestor motioned to get Miguel's attention after he talked to the police.

"What did you find"?

"There was a witness".

"Well what did they see"? Miguel was getting excited.

"A motorcycle. They didnt see the guy or Y/N. Just a motorcycle".

"That could be anyone. He could have been coming to work for all we know". Miguel scoffed.

"Who knows about motorcycles more than us"?

"Scum bag Mayans. Get them on the phone. They own me a favor. Time to collect". Miguel smirked. If he couldnt find you, a bunch of lowlifes can.

"So he's your boyfriend"? The look on your mothers face said confused. You told her everything about Angel and how he rescued you. Just left out all the sex parts and sneaking around.

"Yeah. I love him".

"Loves a strong word, Lirio de tigre". You smiled at your nickname that shes called you since you were born.

"I mean it. It's not like with Miguel. I was forced to say it with him. Not with Angel, I feel it. Deep down inside with all my heart and soul".

She smiled. "I'm happy for you. I want you to be happy and find true love".

"Angels the one for me". You squeezed her hands as she held yours.

"Guys we have a problem". Bishop the presidente came in the room. He had his cellphone in hand and looked directly at Angel than to you.

"What is it"? You cautiously asked.

"Galindo. He wants his favor".

"And what's that"? Angel gulped, walking over to the couch and sitting on the arm of it. His hand on your back.

"He wants us to find his missing bride. The first place to look is at her family's home".

"Just say we went and she wasn't there".

"He wants us to bring her family back, dead. To make sure she cant go there, if she is running away. Oceteva is calling back with directions.  We got maybe ten minutes to figure something out".

Angel's, your moms and your heart sank. You never thought he would kill your family. You never thought of running away either.

"I'm going back. I have too. Just say you found me on the side of the road and I can come up with some story". You got off the couch and went up to Bishop.

"I didnt mean to bring this to your club. I'm sorry. I dont want anyone getting hurt or killed".

"Another thing. They think someone with a motorcycle kidnapped you or you took off with someone with a motorcycle. We're the only ones that ride except for the SONS but Galindo knows they havent been here".

"So he knows it's one of us. He's just trying to weed us out so he can come in and find her here. That's his plan. Have us looking all over and he comes here. Finds her, kills us all". Angel ran his hand through his hair with a huff.

"I'm going back. There will be no killing". You yelled, over everyone's thoughts.

"What if Angel takes Y/N and her family out of town and stays away"? Bishop suggested.

"You're kicking me out"? Angel jumped up.

"No. You could always start a new charter somewhere. Be presidente. Or you could have a life without the club. Your choice. Better make it quick cause times a ticking". Bishop pointed to his phone.

Angel thought about everything. Leaving his brothers and home forever. Never seeing them again. Cause he couldnt step back here with you because he knew Miguel would still be looking for you. Or he could stay and fight. Maybe lose a brother or two in the process. Maybe his own life. But it would be worth fighting for since he had you.

He could become a family man and settle down. Have a couple of kids and enjoy the normal life. But that really wasn't Angel. He was a fighter. Always has been.

He's made up his mind just in time.

"I'm staying. We'll fight". Angel grabbed your hand and squeezed it. You knew what everyone was sacrificing for your love.

"You sure? You can just leave".

"No. I'm no coward. Answer the phone". Angel gulped, squeezing your hand. His heartbeat was pounding, he thought you noticed when you looked up at him. A scared look on your face.

Bishop picked it up and answered. Nestor gave him directions and who to take out. Bishop ended the phone call.

"We have our orders. But we need a plan".

"They could stay with pop. Galindo doesnt go around there". Ez suggested.

"They could. But what about the bodies"?

"Bodies are easy to come by". Coco chuckled, lighting up a cigarette.

"We have a slight problem on the plan"? Bishop interrupted.

Everyone looked at Bishop, there happiness slowly disappearing.

"He wants the kid sister, alive. Proof of the bodies and he thinks that if he has her. Y/N would come back".

"No. That wont work". You shook your head.

"How long has it been since you've seen your family"?

"Since I've been married. But I dont know if Miguel has seen them or not. Why"?

"She grew up. Changed. We find a girl that is willing and we send her in instead".

"No. I couldn't do that to some poor girl".

"Y/N, this is all we have. We have to do this". Angel looked you in the eye.

"I didn't want anyone to die". Your eyes filled up with tears and your lip quivered.

"We'll find dead bodies. No ones going to die. I promise". Angel kissed your forehead.

"Okay. If you think this will work. Try it". You didn't seem so sure this was going to work. Miguel was a smart man. He would find out sooner or later the truth.

[reyeslonestar]

Question what are some things you wanna see in season 3 of lone star? Character development, plots, anything

I want to see Tonya Kong write every episode. that's all. thanks for asking!

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sadfkja I joke, I do have other ideas, but that is definitely high on my wish list! i'm gonna go through by character and talk about what I'd like to see for them, so this is gonna get quite long whoops...

the main thing that I'd like to see overall, though, would be evidence of an overarching season plan or arc - it doesnt necessarily have to be a plot that stretches through all the episodes or anything major, but I'd love them to have plotted out the season before they start. from watching this season and then reading interviews after the finale, they dont appear to plan many things from the start and end up throwing in ideas as they go along. if they plan it from the start they can foresee how theyre going to affect character development more, and they can have a bit more balance in the types of episodes they have, so that the season is less insane and more naturally ebb-and-flow with a few light episodes to break up the drama.

okay, onto the characters! just going to do this in billing order for simplicity's sake. customary reminder that these are just my own opinions and thoughts, and this is more of a wish list than a realistic expectation.

if you want to search for a specific character, ctrl F for one of these terms including the dash at the start:

-Owen

-Tommy

-TK

-Grace

-Judd

-Marjan

-Paul

-Carlos

-Mateo

-Nancy

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-Owen

okay so I'd love to see them actually develop his character. Owen has been given a lot of backstory with lots to play with development-wise, but to me it feels like the show never goes anywhere with it. he's got a lot going on what with 9/11, feeling responsible for the fates of his fellow firefighters, the codependence of his relationships etc. I'd like to see him go to therapy and see him grow some self awareness and seek to manage himself better, rather than all his screentime devoted to him being a hero when other characters have the situation handled. it would really show him as a good leader if he drew on the skills that his team has and refer to them for advice/ideas. realistically he is the main character, so I'd like them to develop him like one.

also, I kind of love the chief role for him? I think it would suit him really well. but it would drag him away from the 126 and split up the dynamics too much so it would make for bad tv and I wouldnt actually want to see that. good for his character though.

-Tommy

I love Tommy :) just wanted to say that.

so obviously Tommy's got a lot of grief to handle next season, and I don't want them to shy away from that. I want it acknowledged and processed. (I'd also like a little bit of seeing the twins' grief too, because they're also suffering a massive loss). maybe something with Judd helping Tommy learn to manage her grief with his own experience of losing the original 126, encourage her to go to therapy, plus Tommy, Grace and Judd all feeling the loss of Charles together. after all, Grace and Judd were his friends and they will be grieving too.

I'd also kind of like to see Tommy have something outside being a working mother. obviously we're going to need to deal with that a lot especially now that Charles is gone, but I feel like she's been assigned the Character TraitTM of being the working mum and I'd like to see them give her a hobby or something. idk. and give her a night off with Grace or something. give her something just for her.

-TK

okay so I think theres a fair likelihood that theyre going to return to looking at TK's addiction next season which im not averse to. I think him struggling with his sobriety would be worthwhile to see for his character and to show that its not a straightforward path, plus it makes sense with all the insane stuff they've thrown at them in s2. however, Id like to see it in the context of his friends and family rallying around to help and support him and show him that he's got people to rely on, and that he's allowed to rely on them, plus the support of his AA meetings and therapy. I also need them to lay the groundwork for him struggling, so putting in signs of him deteriorating so the situation makes sense. this storyline doesn't need surprises to be interesting or good, and frankly it shouldn't have any.

as for him and Carlos, I definitely want to see them househunting! I'd like to see the combination of househunting/Carlos with Tommy's kids/Grace and Judd having their baby have an impact on their perspectives regarding their future and spark that conversation (like, looking at houses with more rooms and thinking about kids, future, marriage etc). I think that maybe one of them, probably TK, or maybe both of them those boys have way too many parent issues having anxieties about being a dad could be an interesting way to add tension without being too drastic, and then that can be resolved in a way that reassures them of their relationship and reaffirms their strength as a couple. the talk about the future would also lay the groundwork towards a proposal at the end of s3.

-Grace

grace :) my love :)

I could watch episode after episode of Grace kicking ass and saving people over the phone. I'd love to see an episode set there? like, some kind of story within the call centre with all the handlers having to resolve that between them, but also tie in the first responders, so we see the fire team, the paramedics and Carlos all working but we only see the bits that Grace and the other call handlers hear, if that makes sense? also an actual Grace/Carlos team up where they are coming in from the different angles with different amounts of evidence and figuring out the best way to solve something together. plus I'd like to see her maybe get some recognition for being awesome at her job, maybe another handler coming to her for advice on how to solve something.

of course we've got the baby Ryder on the way, and I want that to go comfortably and smoothly for her. she deserves that. lots of wholesome excitement for her and Judd from the whole extended firefam, baby shower, gifts, the full works. pamper grace please.

-Judd

judd4captain2k22. please.

yeah I know its not gonna happen, but I loved judd stepping in as captain this season and I'd love to see that continued with him taking more leadership, and Owen deferring to him for advice/council in a work environment rather than personal life. maybe set up a long term idea about judd being a captain someday.

he's gonna be a dad :') so what are his anxieties about that? why were they putting it off before? was it related to his PTSD? he's got lots of people relying on him now, how does that make him feel? what if his kid loses him? id like to see him still using therapy as a tool to help himself deal with everything. lots of meaty questions to dig into there :D

-Marjan

I'd quite like to see more of her balancing her daredevil nature with the impact of that and realising how much danger she puts herself in sometimes. or on the flip side, maybe the team is dealing with a really dangerous situation and they utilise her fearlessness to save people. her relationship with social media could also come back? but bring in the development they gave her this season, and her Firefox presence is more serious, less flippant?

I think that theres now a space for her to explore her sexuality/romantic experience now that she hasn't got her engagement with Salim as a kind of failsafe. maybe she wants to put herself out there and date, but thats really daunting as shes never really had to do that before? personally I think this could tie in really well with a self discovery/exploration regarding her sexual orientation, but I doubt they’d go there with her, so thats just my headcanon.

-Paul

I want them to draw on Paul’s observational skills and perceptiveness more, especially on calls and in emergencies. I remember someone (sorry I cant remember who) pointed out that he would have been a great character to centre the arsonist plot around in terms of noticing the clues etc, so id love a storyline that revolves around him dealing with an emergency like that. I also really want a Carlos and Paul friendship so maybe them collaborating on a call to solve something, that’d be cool.

can we give Paul a girlfriend please. if im not complely insane, there was a reference to someone in like,, 2x04?? someone who put mayo in his sandwich? idk I havent checked (edit: it was aioli in his banh mi! thank you @meneatyoghurt), but if there is someone can we show him having a fun and loving relationship please. I dont need there to be any drama. just them having fun on a date or something.

-Carlos

so I know that some people are keen to see him in his police role more but I really don't need much of that. on calls with the 126 I'd like to see him be the officer in charge more, but I don't need police-exclusive storylines. I've talked about it here if you want to know why.

the only area that I'd like to see would be in the direction of reform/addressing the flaws of the system, and I think they can do that on a personal level for him, because he and Mitchell need a chat. if they'd gone with her decision in 2x08, he, Mitchell and the bank robber would all be dead, and I think thats gotta have some impact. also the fact that he was suspended for trying to preserve life. theres a lot they could work with there and maybe have him thinking about how he can do good and how he can effectively protect and serve. not to mention, the opportunity that would provide in terms of addressing his relationship with his dad and how he maybe sought approval by pursuing a police career?

also I’d like him to learn that he doesnt need to accept blame/preemptively put blame on himself and that he doesnt need to apologise when someone else hurt him. kind of want to send him to therapy. kind of want to send all the characters to therapy. but yeah, him learning that he can accept apologies and understand that he doesnt have to make people feel better for hurting him. hes allowed to be hurt and feel pained about it. and that can tie into his relationships with Mitchell, with TK and with his parents.

I think I mentioned most of the tarlos stuff in TK’s section, but I wouldn't mind at least one instance for them where we see it all from his perspective instead of TK’s.

finally ive mentioned above how i’d like a team up with Paul on a scene and both of them figuring it out together. I'd also like them having a friendship outside work, just the two of them, bonding over books and being relatively sane people compared to the rest of their friends.

-Mateo

Mateo is so sweet. I loved 2x14 and the recognition he got, more of that please! also theres still so much I want to know - one of the more consistent things they set up for him in s2 was his faith, so I want to know more about that. what's his relationship with religion and God? he's pretty isolated from his family so how does he feel about that? is his religion something that helps him feel connected to them? maybe the church helped him find a community when he first came to the states, before he got settled with the 126, and he finds reassurance in faith that God is looking after his family while he cant be there? I think maybe there's scope for a conversation between Marjan and Mateo about that, about that distance and caring for their families through faith and prayer.

also, if he's still with the horrible firehouse, I'd like to see the other firefighters being won round by his resilience and stepping up to look out for him, and someone backing him up against the captain. Mateo is used as the butt of the joke most of the time, but I'd also like to see a bit more acknowledgement of things like losing his house and the bullying hes going to get more of from this firehouse.

-Nancy

I think that her speech to Tommy in 2x14 was really telling, and I'd love to see them expand on that a bit more. first on the loss and fear of losing her friends and coworkers, but then also on her hopes and aspirations - she said she wants to be a paramedic captain so lets see her working to take her exams and qualifications, and showing initiative on scenes etc.

id like to see more of her being integrated into the 126 group. she and marjan turned up to the hangout together, so lets develop that relationship more. I would love it to be romantic but I'd also love to see that as a friendship. but also her forming bonds with others in the group as well as more of her and TK being a chaos duo. I love that they stole the ambulance, more of that insanity please!

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I think thats it? if youre still reading, youre insane and I appreciate you a lot! honestly im open to all sorts of things in s3, this isnt a prediction or anything, its just stuff I think would be interesting based on where the characters are now. 

[ultrastellara]

getting lost with shoto todoroki

summary: just a small headcanon of what happens when y/n gets lost. will todoroki notice it? or will he be smart about it and try to find you?

shoto todoroki x general neutral reader

aged up probably graduates of ua, fluff, & maybe crack ? slight mention of midoriya x uraraka

it was just a normal day for you and your boyfriend, shoto. a normal day as in you both were at the mall shopping for gifts for a upcoming baby shower. it was a baby shower for midoriya and uraraka's upcoming second baby and knowing how strong deku and shoto's friendship is, he had to tag you along his journey in getting a gift for their new baby

" baby, do you think their newborn would love this ?" He asked

you both entered a toy store in the mall, it had different toys from stuffed animals to many figurines of deku and other pro heroes too

" uh shoto, a newborn cant play with a toy like that. itll hurt the baby because the baby will not be able to hold into a airplane toy" you stated.

you could tell he was confused but he kept looking in the store. you were looking around too until you found a cute stuffed dog toy on a shelf.

" shoto i think i found the right gift for their baby!" you excitedly say.

no reply from shoto

" shoto?" you ask

you look around the area near you and no sign of your red white haired boyfriend wasnt around

" did i get lost ?" you ask yourself

you quickly went through the store and saw no one looking like your icy hot boyfriend

oh no, you thought

since you were lost you left the store and waited in the front, trying to look for him

there was too many people passing by so you couldn't get a clear view to help you find your boyfriend

you havent gotten lost before since shoto is the one following you but this time he must have thought you were following him

you stood in the front of the store for about ten minutes, you already had called your boyfriend twice and left three text messages stating that you couldnt find him

but there was no reply coming from him

it's either hes thinking its not your calls or messages or his phone is completely turned off

yeah your boyfriend likes to saves his phone for important emergencies but not when his s/o is lost

it was about thirty minutes of waiting in front of that store, then you noticed a familiar hair color in the distance

you look closely, you started to walk near the store across from where the red white haired boy was from

" SHOTO!" you yelled

you started to run up to him, back hugging him with whiny remarks

" shoto i was lost! did you even notice i wasnt behind you?" you say with fake sob noises

he turns around, rubbing your head with a gentle smile

" oh sorry baby i didnt even notice you werent behind me?" he bluntly says

" you didnt notice ?" you look up to him with a frown which then turned into a pout

he quickly panics, trying to find a way to make you feel better about you being lost and him not noticing it

" oh no, baby i did notice after 30 minutes. i started to realize that you were being too quiet but i was going to find you until i saw you from across then i was going to say something but uh i got caught up with the display in the front of this store " he quickly turns around to hug you and points to the direction of the store he was looking at

" woah, why were you looking at a jewellery store shoto?" you ask your boyfriend

without not even looking up at him, he starts blushing

" well i thought of something special for you. " he points to a display of many wedding rings

you look at them with a wide smile

" maybe today we could get your ring size? i mean we didnt find their gift for their baby shower but i-"

" of course , shoto. let's get my ring size and then we'll find a right gift for their baby shower " you quickly take his hand in yours and start walking into the jewellery store

bonus :

after a few months later, their baby shower came

shoto and you found a right gift for their baby and without remembering that small trip to that jewellery store

shoto had bought a ring for you

" does s/o know about it ?" midoriya asks shoto

" no they don't. surprisingly they didnt think of much when i asked them to get their ring size. however, i guess another trip to the mall could help us." shoto states

" a trip to the mall?" midoriya asks in confusion

" yeah a trip to the mall, maybe i could set up different spots in the store with things i did with s/o and then i could propose when they are at the end of it." he smiles, his eyes are on you from across the room

you're next to uraraka with the toy you and him picked out. he heard your laugh when Uraraka mentions about how many kids you and shoto could have.

" so how many kids will you have then will it be two or three or are you going to have a huge house with the many kids you'll both have?" midoriya asks shoto

" im not sure but just remember that a upcoming wedding for us will be coming up" he says as hes taking out the box where the ring is and looks at it with a determined smile