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greatbigbellies · 4 years ago

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New anonymous commission story! This is another hyperpregnant slice of life piece, about a couple of boys who find out that they can conceive additional babies mid-pregnancy which will grow to catch up to the largest sibling, resulting in rapid growth for one of the husbands! Contains hyperpregnancy, tmpreg, some weight gain and lactation, mild belly worship, and allusions to sex.

Leo sat in the passenger seat of he and Marko’s sedan, his boyfriend behind the wheel. The pair sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. They’d received some… rather shocking news from Leo’s most recent doctors appointment. All three babies were fine, all perfectly healthy... but that was precisely the point, all THREE were healthy. At three months in, Leo was at the tail end of his first trimester, and when he started, there was supposedly only one in his womb. Then a few weeks ago, they were suddenly expecting fraternal twins. Then finally, today, triplets, all inexplicably at the same stage of growth.

“What’s going through you mind, hon?” Marko finally asked, breaking the silence. Leo brushed a few brown, fluffy hairs out of his face with one hand, and held his tummy protectively with the other. “I’m just… I’m floored we’re having three kids! I’m just… confused I guess? Like we were set with one for a while… and then two… and now…” Leo trailed off. Marko squinted in concentration as he thought of how to word his theory. “I… think I know the pattern… I don’t think it’s a matter of the doctors just mysteriously being unable to count…” Leo could tell where this was going. “You mean…” Marko nodded. “Think about it? There was the night we conceived after the party… that’s one. Then there was minigolf night...” Marko began listing off. Leo nodded, “Yeah, Minigolf was fun, we need to do that again sometime,” Leo smiled. Marko raised an eyebrow, “Like… just the minigolf, or what came after too?”

Leo turned to him and batted his eyelashes, “I dunno, can you get another hole in one?” Marko felt himself start to blush. He was typically the more dominant one, but Leo knew how to push his buttons. “Besides, I wanna test your theory. See if I wake up with four tomorrow,” Marko was now no longer ‘starting to blush’ and was instead outright blushing. “Are you teasing me, or are you serious? Cause our turn to go golfing comes up in two blocks,” Leo put his hand in Marko’s shoulder, leaned over, and said “put another baby in me,”

Marko smiled mischievously, eager to relive their minigolf date. “But! If I win you gotta buy me a sundae. The babies want hot fudge,” Leo teased. Marko’s grin widened. “Nah hon, I’m gonna get a hole in one, beat your ass at minigolf, buy you TWO sundaes, watch you eat them, then we’ll fuck like there ain’t no tomorrow,” he said, wearing his confident smile proudly. Now it was Leo’s turn to blush, turning away and putting his hands over his mouth and cheeks. “Fuck, I hate it when you get all assertive like that,” he said through his hands. Marko laughed. “No you don’t, you little bottom!” Leo erupted in laughter himself, his adorable, irregular laugh like music to Marko’s ears.

“I mean… in fairness, you’re too competitive to lose on purpose, but too much of a gentleman to let a pregnant guy go hungry,” the praise elicited another more subtle blush from Marko, two ran his hand through his short, black undercut. “I mean… you need lots of calcium for the babies. There’s milk in ice cream so, like… it’s good for you right now?” Marko stumbled to his point. Leo chucked and lifted the hem of his beige sweater up to his chest, exposing his tiny first trimester tummy, looking ever so slightly pudgy from being 3 months along. Marko’s blush shifted to a deeper red and he tried to focus on the road, but was a sucker for Leo’s belly. “You’re going to get so big with four babies,” he said, his voice just slightly quivering in anticipation.

“Why stop at four?” asked Leo. “Are you serious?” replied Marko. “100%. We’ve talked about this before. We both love…” he gestured to his bare tummy, “THIS. We both have decided to take on fatherhood, why not just… shoot for the moon?” he put his shirt back down. Marko pulled into “Albatross Minigolf” and put the car in park, looking very seriously at Leo. “That’s going to be really hard on your body,” “I know,” “We’ll need a bigger car,” “I know,” “We’ll need a bigger APARTMENT!” “Marko… we’ll be fine! We only get to really do this once, lets make the most of it!” said Leo reassuringly. Marko wasn’t sure if “this” meant pregnancy, parenthood, or life in general, but he didn’t care. He kissed Leo on the lips, beyond excited to watch his boyfriend grow huge with his babies.

He got out of the car and ran around to the other side to get the door for Leo. He was more than prepared to dote on the man, already deciding he’d get Leo THREE sundaes after minigolf. After all, they’d need some calories to burn.

3 months later

Now six months along, and swollen with large sextuplets, Leo was solidly what one would call ‘very, VERY pregnant’. His usual button up flannel shirts had grown tighter and tighter until they wouldn’t button. While the pair did like the belly out, unbuttoned shirt look, Leo preferred to be more modest when in public. As the temperature dropped due to the coming of autumn, Leo had switched to his larger sweatshirts to remain covered, and even those didn’t really do the job anymore. Now looking overdue with quads, he waddled through the Willowbrook Square Mall wearing that same beige sweater he wore during minigolf night, once two sizes too big, now pulled tight over his bump and only reaching just above his navel.

To cover his lower belly, he wore a supportive belly band to help redistribute the weight of his womb and provide some modesty. Unfortunately for Leo, but much to Marko’s delight, the top hem of the belly belt and bottom hem of the shirt couldn’t quite meet, resulting in a cheeky strip of exposed tummy, complete with his popped navel peeking out.

Leo’s belly swayed slowly back and forth as he waddled next to Marko, squeezing his hand. He absolutely loved being so pregnant, but he tended to get colder feet in public. He was a sight to behold, and people weren’t shy about staring at his impressive bump. “I think that lady has intentionally hopped from store to store to keep me in view,” whispered Leo meekly, “She just keeps watching me, it’s weird,” “Bet she’s jealous of how great you look,” chuckled Marko. “Marko! I’m serious!” Leo hissed, “I like being this big but I don’t like being the center of attention!”

Marko raised an eyebrow, not liking his boyfriend being nervous. “I can talk to her if you’d like?” Leo shook his head, “Nono, I don’t want confrontation, I just want… honestly I just want a milkshake…” he said as cravings shifted his focus to his empty stomach. With each added baby to his womb, his appetite grew stronger, even as the amount of room in his smooshed digestive system grew smaller. Marko swiftly steered the pair toward the food court, knowing exactly what to get him.

Leo wasn’t much of a foodie before pregnancy, but getting knocked up had not only expanded his palette, but increased his appetite to the point Marko was constantly feeding him. He had actually become something of a good cook, and really enjoyed feeding Leo. As a result of his new caloric intake, Leo has began to physically soften with time, his thighs and ass become pillowier, and for the first time in his life, he had love handles. Marko took this as a point of pride, that his cooking was good enough to make someone a little pudgy. Of course, the constant flow of ice cream treats certainly didn’t hurt either.

“Any preferences, dear?” Marko asked as he helped Leo ease into a chair, which had to be pulled away form the table to make enough room for the belly. “Where you buying?” He asked. Marko tilted his head toward one of the chain restaurants in the court, “Sonic has the biggest shakes here, and I know you like car-” “Carmel oreo please,” grinned Leo. Marko’s heart flittered a little bit at Leo’s innocent smile, still in the honeymoon phase even after being together for so long. He nodded and made his way toward the Sonic, leaving Leo to sit and rest his aching feet.

He placed his hands on the top shelf of his belly, and scanned the food court. He was semi-used to being stared at by this point. Being visibly trans, being in a visibly gay relationship, hell, even his nose ring got glares from older folks. But this felt different, it wasn’t him they were stealing glances of, it was his belly. He felt a draft blow across the sliver of exposed skin between his sweater and belly belt, and felt a little self conscious. To make matters worse, the woman who had been stalking him made a b-line and was actually approaching him. He considered getting up and moving, but knew he’d reached the point in size and weight were he really needed Mareko’s help to do anything quickly.

“Excuse me!” she said, Leo braced for the worst. “I’m sorry, I know I’ve been following you around, we’ve made eye contact like 4 times, but I really need to ask you something,” she continued. Poor Leo grimaced and prepared for the worst. What invasive question would he have to answer this time? She took a seat at his table, sitting across from him. She made eye contact and seemed very direct, something Leo wasn’t super crazy about.

“So my friend is pregnant, and she’s carrying decuplets, and she’s really starting to struggle with her size… where did you get that tummy support thing?” Leo blinked, feeling like an overhyped bandaid was just painlessly torn off. “Oh, uh, there’s a place across town that sells maternity wear, called ‘twins n’ up’, and the owner makes their own stuff. They, uh, they custom made it for me,” he answered. The lady nodded intently and made several notes on her phone.

“Is this lady bothering you, hon?” asked Marko as he returned with 32 ounces of creamy milkshake. “No, actually she was just asking me about this!” Leo pulled the hem of his supporting belt, letting it snap back against is belly. “I swear I’m not trying to harass your husband, he’s just the first person i’ve seen who is as pregnant is my friend and I wanted to know where he got his clothes. I’ll leave you guys alone now, thank you!” she said to Marko, offering her seat to him. Marko’s protective nature made him a little cautious of the woman’s intentions, but she seemed harmless enough. “Take care!” smiled Leo as she left. Marko sat across from him, and handed him the milkshake.

Marko chuckled, “I guess we look like husbands now?” Leo took a long, indulgent sip of his shake, basking in the sugaryness of it all. “I mean, we are growing our family quite a bit,” he patted his tummy, “I think it’s a fair assumption we’re married,” Marko considered the situation for a moment and realized, yeah, it WAS a fair assumption they be married, or at least engaged… maybe it was near time he brought assumption to reality…

3 more months later

Marko and Leo were currently no longer boyfriends. Rather, they were fiances! Marko popped the question privately after a very fun and successful baby shower, and Leo immediately said yes. Some tears of happiness were shed, celebratory cake was consumed, and more babies were added to Leo’s ever swelling womb later that night. Things were progressing smoothly for the expecting couple as they’d moved from their old smaller apartment to a larger, open floor house.

Now 9 months pregnant with thirteen babies, Leo was a sight to behold. His belly was permanently bared, no wardrobe in the country able to cover his bump. Through some luck, good genes, and lots of cocoa butter, he’d managed to avoid any stretchmarks, but his navel was thoroughly popped. While he’d started the pregnancy off on the skinny side, Marko’s endless flow of food had made sure baby weight accumulated, and now everything from his legs to his chest was growing. The only part of him that didn’t seem to gain any weight was his face, which was still lithe and adorable. His fluffy brown hair had only grown fluffier and fuller with the prenatal vitamins he was taking. He had to lose his blonde highlight though, as the babies could absorb chemicals through hair exposure, strangely enough.

Marko had been hard at work unpacking their whole life into this new house, as Leo had grown too large to really do much besides be doted on, which Marko was fine with. He’d set up their bedroom, and taken the doors off their hinges and removed the doorframes to buy Leo just a few precious weeks of being able to travel through doorways. At the rate they were going, they would need every inch of their open floorplan just for Leo’s titanic tummy.

Leo’s belly now held not only tredecuplets, but enough amniotic fluid to stay full and spherical. He was clocking in at around 300 lbs, and just under half of that was belly. Through the help of Marko, Leo could still walk… but getting up and down was a challenge. Leo’s belly was beyond bigger around than he was tall, and there were substantial portions where he could no longer reach. That didn’t stop the couple from conceiving more though. Even at thirteen full and pregnant beyond words, the couple still had plans for more. Call it some kind of hedonism, but Leo loved being bred and growing ever more massive, and Marko loved to watch.

Even now, well into January, large snowflakes lazily falling outside, the pair were together, warm and happy. Leo had basically outgrown the couch at this point, his belly more wide than the cushions were deep. Instead, they had splurged on an electric recliner which was situated facing slightly to the right of the television, so that Leo could lay back in a reclined position, but only had to turn his head to see the TV, since he couldn’t see past his own tummy straight on at this point. Strong visible kicks could be seen occasionally poking out of his tightly stretched skin, often in places out of view from Leo himself.

He sat, laid back in his large, cushy recliner, eating some chinese takeout Marko had picked up for him. He set the styrofoam container on his chest, idly scooping noodles into his waiting mouth. A chow mein noodle fell into his cleavage, something he didn’t have 6 months ago, and he picked it out with his chop sticks, hoping Marko didn’t notice him miss his mouth.

Marko didn’t notice, too enarmored with his future husband’s massive midriff. He got to see it every day, and yet every day he somehow loved it more. His hands were almost always touching it, only off of the bump when cooking or otherwise doing housework. He knew this had to be hard for Leo, being so massive and carrying so many, so Marko worked hard to do his part. Anything Leo wanted, he got. Specific foods, foot rubs, new clothes, a bigger belly… all of it was hand delivered by Marko himself. For being the more dominant of the pairing, he’d become something of a servant as Leo grew closer to immobility.

Right now, Marko had a dining room chair pulled up next to Leo, and was working cocoa butter into the side of his tummy, working slowly to both be gentile and maximize his time spent touching it. It amazed him how no matter his size, or how many were in there, his overburdened belly still had just a little give to it. Leo smiled, watching his partner be just engrossed with his tummy. “You have such a hopeless belly kink,” he chuckled. “Hmmm? Me?” Marko said, almost missing the question cause he was staring at the belly. “Yes you! Even before I got knocked up you liked touching me there! Who’s hands were on my tummy when we made out the first time?” Marko blushed. “I mean, yeah mine... but also who was so eager he got close enough that our glasses hooked on themselves? Who was so willing he whispered how he wanted a ‘baby in him right then and there?’,” Marko teased.

Leo was the one blushing now, thinking back to one of their first dates. Little did he know just HOW MANY babies would be put in him later in life. “Is it… bad I still want you to put a baby in me?” he said, embarrassed by his own words and avoiding eye contact. Marko set aside the cocoa butter and stood up, taking a good look at the tummy that lay before him. “No… I don’t think it’s bad… but I wonder if there’s room in that belly for any more?” he teased, pressing the tips of his fingers into Leo’s exposed tummy.

“Oh come on Mark, don’t make me beg, you said you’d take care of me?” Leo teased right back, deepening his finance’s blush. “Hmmm…” he rested the side of his head on the front end of Leo’s belly, listening to the ambient, living sounds from inside. “It SOUNDS pretty full, can one guy get any more pregnant?” Leo crossed his arms and mock-pouted. “I won’t ever find out if you keep talking...” Marko leaned over Leo, casting a shadow across his face. “So you’re ready for number 14?” he grinned. Leo wrapped his hand around the back of Marko’s head and pulled him in for a kiss before whispering, “Why stop there?”

Another 3 months later

Marko had needed to make some calls. He had a few contacts with the fabrication industry, and knew some guys always willing to help him out. Now a year pregnant, and full of 20 babies, Leo no longer fit standard furniture. He was simply too large and heavy for traditional couches and chairs. Instead, Marko’s friends had put their heads together, and fashioned him a special, form fitting lounge chair, with a sturdy metal frame and soft, satiny cushions. They even thought ahead and made certain parts of it adjustable to accommodate for his growing size. And growing he was. Now beyond overdue, the growth of his still healthy brood pushed his body to new maximums. Leo often joked about how his womb would need its own zipcode soon.

Leo buttoned his shirt back up, setting the pumping apparatus on the table next to him. He’d had to start pumping his milk, or his breasts would begin leaking on their own, and frankly, he didn't want colostrum on his plaid flannels. “Hon, could you put that in the fridge?” he asked, pointing at the bottles of milk he’d produced. Marko ran his hand along the circumference of Leo’s belly as he moved past him, slightly tickling Leo in the process. He took the bottles and placed them in the fridge before circling back. “How’re you feeling honey?” he asked. “Big. Pregnant. Massive, really,” Leo answered. “Just how you like it?” Marko replied. Leo grinned, “Yeeeaaahhh,”

Marko placed his hands firmly on the expanse of pale, pregnant skin, and started kissing. Leo squirmed on his throne of pregnancy as his husband moved slowly up his belly toward his face. Marko gave him a deep, passionate kiss on the lips, causing Leo’s breath to shake slightly. “You love me so much,” he said in his quivering voice. “I”m so massive and pregnant and huge and round and you adore me like this.” he continued, getting a little emotional. “Of course I do,” replied Marko, giving his lovely husband a side-hug. “You’re my person, and you’re carrying a lot of persons, just for me, and that’s not easy. And I appreciate it. And I want you to know that I love you, both for doing that and for just being you!” Said Marko tenderly. Leo teared up a little, reaching out for another hug. Marko obliged, Leo wiping a couple tears on Marko’s 80’s style denim button-up.

“I couldn’t do all this without you, y’know… all… THIS!” Leo gestured to his astounding belly, which nudged with movement slightly in response. “You shouldn’t ever have to, babe. That’s why we have each other,” The two shared a tender silence, Marko rocking back and forth slowly. Leo sniffed and shook his head, “Augh, sorry. Pregnancy hormones… y’know… make me all emotional.” he said. “You’re allowed to be emotional, babe,” reassured Marko. “I know…” nodded Leo.

Leo’s tummy rumbled and Marko chuckled, “You also get emotional when you’re hungry…” he pointed out. Leo laughed his bubbly, infectious laugh. “Yeah, I can’t argue with that… lemme see… the babies want…” he paused, “Potato soup!” Marko nodded, making his way to the kitchen to cook a huge batch. “Anything for you, my love,”

#writing #anonymous #commissions #not bellies

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luminous-shifting-vibes · 4 years ago

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actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

out of context of course, what do you take me for? a sane person?

"they made lightning mcqueen hot"

"inch resting"

"Nix: Cars (2006) several people are typing..."

"im evaporating"

"enjoy precipitation"

"tow mater is more attractive than lightning mcqueen/hj"

"lightning mcqueen looks like he would call me a slur"

"why did I come back to a discussion regarding the attractiveness of vehicles"

"lark is the braincell of shiftblr tbh"

"you all need some grass in your life"

"me over here simping for block men and now literal cars"

"didn't nick wilde commit fraud canonically"

"i have no strong opinions on whether or not nick wilde is attractive"

"I AM AROMANTIC AND I AM NOT IMMUNE TO NICK WILDE"

"I am bisexual and I. Am not into Nick Wilde based on a simple fact he looks like he will drink all my pepsi and call me names"

"What is shiftbkr but not a bunch of simps"

"cries in Bianca Monroe"

"listen i have a folder called gayass

it is mostly pictures of kyoka jiro and virgil sanders"

"Nick Wilde x Reader where he steals your car 📷 carjacker to lovers AU 📷"

"he says "mama i like to step on keyboard""

"MY MOM JUST WALKED IN AND I HAD TO TELL HER I WAS LOOKING AT LIGHTING MC QUEEN HUMAN FANART"

"crab walks away"

""Y/N..." Nick whispered into your ear. "Your car...is a Honda Civic, right?" You looked up at Nick with a baffled expression. "Nick, my beloved? Whatever are you talking about?" "Just asking..." He said as he let you out of his embrace. "Hey, wanna see a magic trick, babe?" Your eyes sparkled. "Really, Nick? Of course!" Nick smiled. "Ok, close your eyes!" You giggled and closed your eyes, waiting for Nick to tell you to open up. Instead, you heard the loud rumble of a car starting up, and you open your eyes. Nick has stolen your car, and he has driven off into the sunset..."

"did y'all know his name used to be canonically Montgomery--he changed it to lightning mcqueen to get rid of his past"

"That is my exit number"

"cars trauma arc"

"wait do y'all know about car jesus" "as if jesus wasn't a ford focus in the bible"

"oh yall do not want to know about the trauma in my cars dr lmao"

"Dewit tau style babey make Lightning McQueen outlive everyone and stalk their reincarnations"

"Do they baptize other cars in like gasoline then"

"there is a pope car in the cars universe which means car jesus died for cars sins"

"NOT THE BOOMER MEMES"

"-lays facedown on the floor while caramelldansen plays-"

"like im serious how many of you guys endorse me falling face down on my floor" (NOT THE SAME PERSON AS PREVIOUS QUOTE)

"I will be Tall and no one can stop me"

"is a soft floor?"

"stop I thought faceplant meant like a succulent in the shape of a face instead of falling onto your noggin for a solid 10 seconds"

"Touch some grass??? What about eating grass"

"what if for every employee of the month i just printed out really horrible boomer memes"

"what ab smoking grass /j"

"Can the grassdirt smoothie be a special in the cafe"

"PLEASE IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR REWRITINH THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE WHIKE SPEEDRUNINT MINECRAFT"

"you have to get good dirt from like the middle of a pennsylvanian forest for it to taste good though"

"I ate a four leaf clover as a kid cause i thought it would make me lucky"

"guys how do i see the mee6 leaderboard"

"I used to think i was half dragon and I ate plants out of sidewalk cracks"

"i think i punched someone"

"my parents told me to stop doing that so I looked at them and ate a flower"

"I ate grass when I was 9 bc I read warrior cats and thought I was a medicine cat ....................."

"bees are just spicy flies"

"I had a mental breakdown when I was three cause I didn’t know how to turn off a phone"

"My mom drank a bee once"

"when I was a baby I kinned ink sans."

"bro who here find the yellow hat man from curious george fine as heck 📷📷📷"

"mY LUNGSSSSSS"

"no one topping Him"

"I like em big"

"I think Moto Moto has no game like move over hunky boy I could beat you 1v1 Roblox Arsenal 📷📷📷"

"If you didnt have a crush on springtrap, jeff the killer, or Underfell/Gaster/Error sans don't talk to me /j"

"LOOK THEY'RE BOTH DILFS WITH ABS THAT WOULD FIGHT GOD"

"ZORO IS BANNED"

"Guys please help I found my old fnaf fanart from when I was 8 I'm in literal tears"

"OH NO BOT MY FIFTH GRADE HAMILTON PHASE"

"The worst attraction ive ever had has to be Sombra Overwatch"

"My family is like "save all ur art so I can sell it when you're famous" I literally could not sell this if I tried"

"screaming puppet"

"I just remembered Ive drawn overwatch/hamilton crossover fanart"

"my hermit crabs ate each other again"

"we're cannibals ????"

"having me here is a curse you have inflicted on yourselves and I for one am glad for it <3" "scitters around like a crab in anticipation"

"CARB DAY"

"WE NEED TO HAVE A WATCH OARTY"

"hey y'all ill be right back i have to throw away a crab carcass"

"if I watch cars I'm going to start laughing in the middle of it nonstop just because the word cars is funny and also cars are funny like how do you move silly little metal box with rubber circles"

"Lark asleep post catboy pitbul"

"Mwista Wowldwide! Nya!" "hermit crab 2: electric boogaloo"

"Is that why your name is chaos"

"manifest the crab power!!"

"cool dex fact: i can't read 📷"

"sighs adds to worship these entities list"

"with a knife <3"

"yeah and if he betrays me I could probably throw him across the atlantic ocean"

"give me his eyes"

"my good citizen i am a- wait no im nonbinary nvm"

"it worked on a fish idk what to tell you"

"what is gender??? Is that a board game?? If so can I be apples to apples that one's my favorite"

"CHUTES AND LADDERS"

"anyways actually my gender is Candyland"

"Oh god romes the destroyer of friendships/j"

"i am a simple gay i see math i run in the opposite direction survival instincts 101"

"math my beloathed"

"algebra makes me want to rip open a bag of swedish fish and swallow them whole"

"cackles in they're au characters and this will be very fun"

"pog !!!! me too ksajgks one of my drs is a sanders sides au"

"Is that bipper"

"tumblr sexyman"

"Good because he’ll fuck u up if u hurt a child"

"I want a wing-suit"

"looks like a bean would poison someone"

"my hermit crabs are cannibals what can i say"

"sonic the hedgehog kinnie"

"get yourself a man who is capable of the most ungodly actions but won't do them because of their morality owo"

"tell him he can steal my wallet"

"eyes"

"idk about y'all but I need blueberry sweet tea to live"

"y'know the red souls from soul eater i really want to eat those"

"but like only respectable crimes like stealing from elon musk"

"You can go cultbashing with he!"

"He acts like a flamboyant gay man, but if a flamboyant gay man was straight."

"Simp Satan 📷"

"definitely arson"

"They look like they enjoy lemon squares and other lemon desserts"

"Satan is all-powerful but he spends most of his time building honeymoon locations because he is convinced that the protag loves him"

"bc shes the reincarnation of his dead wife or something i guess"

annd here's a quote from our very own dream (@shiftingwastaken) that sums this post up:

"shiftblr but context makes it worse"

#not shifting #shitpost #out of context #tw cannibalism #tw stealing #tw poison #tw swearing #tw: drugs #tw: smoking #tw: death

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onestowatch · 3 years ago

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Aidan Bissett Wants You to Know It’s Okay to Be Alone [Q&A]

Photo: Brooke James

Aidan Bissett’s sunny and effortless disposition contrasts the chaotic ode to classic rock that is his latest track “Dumped.” The introspective and cathartic nature of his latest offering speaks to age-old feelings of heartbreak while doubling as an optimistic reminder that cloudy days cannot last forever.

Releasing soft-spoken tracks followed by headbanging, classic-rock inspired hits, this young artist’s music truly feels alive, shifting and evolving from one release to the next. With a soulful dedication to “music first, lyrics second,” Bissett is steadily creating his own lane defined by a relentless drive for experimentation. We had the chance to talk to Bissett about his creative approach, his latest single, “Dumped,” and plenty more.

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Ones to Watch: So, tell me the story behind “Dumped?”

Aidan Bissett: Wow, that’s a good question. I wish when I wrote it, it came from like, I had just been dumped… Well, okay, I had sort of been dumped. I don’t know how to explain that, but let’s just say I was in a relationship, taking time off, in a sense. When we were writing it, it was me, my friends, Ryan and Sean, and we were writing in a zoom session for like three hours. It was not a good song, and none of the three of us wanted to say it was a bad song. So, we were like, “OK, we are going to go take a break for a little.”

Then I pulled my guitar off the wall and started messing around, because when I get bored, especially in sessions, I like to try and take my mind off things. I’ll play random chords and sing random lyrics, like ad-lib over them just for fun. So, I started playing like three chords that are all throughout “Dumped,” singing this hook line that—it’s going to sound really weird—“I’m taking dumps all the time.” The guy I was producing it with was like, “OK, gross,” but that actually could be really cool… what if we change it to “I’m getting dumped all the time.” And I was like, “Woah.” That’s kind of how it started and we were on a roll and wrote the whole song in two hours.

And the song does mean a lot to me, because I have actually been dumped, multiple times. It sucks, it’s not a fun feeling, so every time I listen to it, it is kind of an “f you” type of song. Like, “yeah, I got dumped but I’m better off on my own anyway.” I always like that feeling better than wallowing in sadness. So, for anyone who does listen to it, I hope that it helps bring you out of the mourn and into a new light.

In the music video, you are seen reading an “Idiot's Guide To Love.” What was the last book you read?

I do love reading, I’ve always liked reading. I have not, in the past year, read a ton of books, which sucks because I actually do like reading. Well, okay, my senior year of high school I read like 13 books but a lot of them were for school. But they were still good books! I’m in the middle of reading Dune, which is very good so far. So, hopefully, I can finish that before the movie comes out. But yeah, I do like reading… when I have the time to sit down with my ADHD mind.

“Dumped” is a noted sonic transition for you. Can you tell me about how you approach your genre-spanning sound?

I don’t really like putting myself in one genre. I’m in a certain lane in the sense I do indie-pop, I do alternative, but I don't want to do straight pop. I feel like it's such a box, and it’s so limiting. I just love exploring different sounds, so even from the start, I put out “Different,” and then the second song was “Worst Girls Of All Time,” which was a completely different sound than the indie-pop wave that “Different” is. So, me putting out stuff like this after “Communication” is me exploring new sounds. To be honest, the things I like to hear always change, the bands that I’m listening to are always changing, and I take a lot of inspiration from a lot of different bands. I just love trying new things. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t, but it just keeps me on my toes instead of just doing the same formula over and over again.

What are you listening to right now?

That’s a good question, it’s kind of all over the place. There’s this one girl, Remi Wolf, who I’ve been non-stop listening to… I have been listening to her for a minute. When she put out her first EP, I loved it. But now, she’s putting out these new tracks and Solomonophonic, her producer, he’s just incredible and her voice is incredible. They are doing so many things that just aren’t normal in this time of music; it’s just so her own lane. I find that really inspiring in the sense that she’s carving her own path and not following in the line of others.

I feel like I’m always listening to Wallows no matter what. I always have them ready to go. COIN. Role Model’s rolling out new stuff so I’m excited for that, he’s kind of taking a change in his own discography. [The] sounds that he is doing are definitely a lot different from his earlier stuff. This guy, binki. He’s actually opening for Role Model on this tour. Oh my gosh! His music’s insane, so cool. It’s got so many sounds going on, similar to Remi Wolf, there’s so much going on, you’re like ‘wow.. I’ve never heard something like this before.’

For those who don’t know, you write, record and produce your music all by yourself. Can you walk me through your creative process?

Yeah, I’m very musically-driven. Everyone has their own thing, I feel like a lot of artists, like the Olivia Rodrigo types, are lyrically-driven. I’m definitely music first, lyrics second. So, when I sit down to write something I try and get something I latch onto. I’m like, “Oh, this sounds cool. Lyrics could sound cool over this.” Anytime I go into a session or I’m recording by myself, I try to lay down some form of music, and then I’ll freestyle lyrics or freestyle melodies over the top, or pick a melody I like and throw lyrics over that melody. Whether that’s a hook or a verse, that kind of just depends on how I’m feeling. It’s definitely a bit unconventional compared to other artists. I feel like artists are a bit more put together when it comes to writing music just because I’ve only been doing it for like a year-and-a-half. But I have my own process, and it works. Every time I write something I learn something new. I’m excited to see, even a year from now, what my process will be… and even if it's completely different or efficient, who knows?

Tell me about the influence of music in your childhood and the decision for you to be a musician at a young age - you started playing electric guitar very young - what was your household like? Musical family?

My dad wanted the kids in our family, I have two other siblings, to play an instrument for two years during our young adult life. He wanted us to play piano before we got to pick, so we had two years of piano and then we had to pick an instrument. So, my sister went and played two years of piano and didn’t really stick with it afterward. Then, it was my turn and I was like, “Well, I don’t really want to play piano, can I play guitar?” And since I was the only one who asked, who expressed interest in a different instrument, he was like, “Sure.” I started in second grade and I’ve stuck with it the entire time. I took lessons for years, and that’s how I kind of got into the classic rock scene. My dad was a huge classic rock fan so he showed me all greats… and that was all I listened to for years. It definitely had a large impact on what I did. I would even play in little recitals, and I always played classic rock songs like AC/DC or Guns N’ Roses.

It wasn’t necessarily a musical household, like my dad isn’t musical, my mom isn’t musical. The reason he wanted us to play an instrument is because his mom made him play an instrument as a kid, so he was like, “You guys get to do that, too.” But it is true, one of us ended up using it.

What do you want people to take away from “Dumped?”

It’s an amp-up song. I want them to feel energized, to be happy with yourself. Getting hurt in relationships happens all the time, but it's okay to get hurt in a relationship. It’s kind of how you bounce back, and I want this song to be like a bounce back. Like, you hear it and, “Oh! This is me bouncing back! I don’t need to sit and cry anymore, because that’s not fun.” Sitting and crying is okay, everyone’s done it, but there’s a point that you reach, in that break-up phase, when the crying needs to stop and you need to go out and live and be the person that you are, independently. So, I would hope that it inspires you to be your independent, wonderful self again.

Is there anything else you would like to say about your music, or in general, that you want to take the chance now to say?

Well, I’m sitting on a lot of songs. So, I’m excited to get all the rest out, and again, everything is so diverse. All the music is so diverse, I just feel like each song is its own thing, which I really enjoy. I feel that’s really unique to my own music, where you’re getting something new every time. I’m moving to LA. That’s the other thing. So, if anyone sees me in LA, please stop me and say hello!

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Steven Universe Alternate Future chapter 28: Fusion Frenzy (originally published on October 4, 2021)

AN: It's fusion time everyone! Last time, Black Rutile initiated Phase 2 of her new plan to eradicate her enemies by interrupting the President's emergency address and now, she's on her way to Beach City as we speak to begin Phase 3. Can the Crystal Gems stop this monster and save both Steven & the Earth? Find out today on Steven Universe Alternate Future!

Synopsis: Bluebird Azurite, Black Rutile & White Topaz return to capture Steven.

Cast:

Zach Callison as Monster Steven, Watermelon Stevens

Estelle as Garnet

Michaela Dietz as Amethyst

Deedee Magno-Hall as Pearl, Volleyball, Mega Pearl

Grace Rolek as Connie/Future Connie

Tom Scharpling as Greg

Shelby Rabara as Peridot/Future Peridot

Jennifer Paz as Lapis

Uzo Aduba as Bismuth/Future Bismuth

Kimberly Brooks as Jasper

Noël Wells as Black Rutile/Future Black Rutile

Lauren Ash as White Topaz

Della Saba as Aquamarine

Charlyne Yi as Eyeball

Larissa Gallagher as Bluebird Azurite

Patti LuPone as Yellow Diamond

Lisa Hannigan as Blue Diamond

Christine Ebersole as White Diamond

Sarah Stiles as Spinel

Aparna Nancherla as Lemon Jade

Erica Luttrell as Future Sapphire

Lin-Manuel Miranda as President Eduardo Suarez

Wendie Malick as Vice President Theresa Maxwell

GZA as Major General Wade Grant

Aimee Mann as Opal

Billie Eilish as Turquoise

Esme Bianco as Malachite

Catherine Tate as Lepidolite

Toks Olagundoye as Nanafua

Closed off from the chaos outside, Jasper remained curled up in the bathtub, sobbing quietly over being rejected by her Diamond, over how nothing seemed to go right for her on Earth, and how she'd rather have gone back to Homeworld with the Diamonds rather than stay with all the other healed Gems. However, her misery wouldn't last any longer.

"Can you keep it down?! I'm trying to mope!" Jasper bellowed before she finally burst from the bathroom and marched on outside as she heard roaring from the beach. However, what she saw was a shocking sight. "What is that?"

"Is that you Jasper?" Lapis exclaimed as she hovered over to her orange frenemy. "Where have you been this whole time, you'd be pretty useful here but it seems like you don't want to!"

"I was busy being depressed, brat." Jasper snarled at Lapis. "Depressed over how my Diamond left me again. Now where is he? I want to give him a piece of my mind!"

"Funny you should mention that," Peridot replied loudly. "That monster thing is Steven!"

"You're kidding!" Jasper replied before she began sounding more insecure. "Please tell me you're kidding and that this isn't all my fault because he shattered me, I'm begging you guys!"

"Are you okay?" Pearl asked the big Quartz as Lapis brought Jasper over to the Gems. "You're sounding a bit more frantic than usual."

"Sorry," Jasper began, cringing at the thought of apologizing for something she did. "I just think this might be my fault, since because of me he went mad with power and shattered me."

"It's not your fault Jasper," Garnet said comfortingly. "I think we all might be to blame here. But it could be worse." The fusion followed up by kissing Jasper on the forehead, much to her disgust.

"Ew, what did you do to me?!" Jasper yelped in disgust as she harshly rubbed at her forehead before her vision began to distort. "Wait, what's-"

What Jasper then saw was not a beautiful seaside where a monster stormed about, but the remnants of Little Homeworld, now reduced to ruins in the middle of a desolate wasteland. As far as she could see, no life could be seen for miles, all except for a ragtag band of survivors finding their way in this apocalyptic future.

"Any sign of He Who Must Not Be Named yet?" the possible future version of Peridot, easily distinguished from her regular self through wearing Pearl's blazer, asked a young adult version of Connie.

"No, thankfully." Connie said as she looked through the skies with her binoculars. "But we gotta move at some point, he could be here at any moment now!"

"No, I say we stay and fight!" Bismuth declared. "I don't care if that's still Steven, you all seen what he did to our friends!" she added despondently. "Ruby, Amethyst, Pearl, Lapis, they're all gone now, all thanks to him!"

"Bismuth, you're being irrational." Sapphire calmed the blacksmith down. "But I do agree, there's no future I see where we calm Steven down and rebuild society."

"Well, let him come." Peridot stated tiredly. "Anything to be with Lapis again. I'm just so tired of fighting."

As the surviving Crystal Gems bowed their heads in shame of how powerless they were to save their loved ones, a hoarse, piercing laugh rang out, causing the four to take up arms against whatever foe crossed their path. That foe in question turned out to be Black Rutile, now without her cape and her visor showed many visible cracks.

"Ah, yes." Black Rutile said as her laughing turned into smirking. "Tired of something you barely even did to begin with. Maybe if you two weren't tossed to the side after the Cluster and reduced to a comic relief role, that little witch could've stood a better chance."

"Be very careful with what you say next." Connie threatened the Rutile by pointing her sword straight at her gem.

"Oh come now Mama-Say-Mama-Sah-Warren, I've lost people too." Black Rutile grinned while lowering the sword. "I've lost people too. Heck, you saw how Steven killed my old gang, and now he's after me too for all I've done."

"Well frankly, you had it coming for all that." Bismuth responded before turning her finger into a spike. "Now pipe down while I smash you to pieces."

"Bismuth, stop." Connie advised Bismuth. "I think she might be our best chance at surviving yet."

"Are you serious?!" Peridot shrieked in defiance. "It's all because of her that Steven went nuts, shattered Jasper, and then started rampaging across the planet and maybe beyond! All our friends and family are dead because of Black Rutile, and you think she might help us?!"

"We kept you around despite being a Homeworld loyalist." Sapphire told Peridot.

"So anyways, you might be our best chance at stopping Steven." Connie said to Black Rutile before sticking her hand out. "You in?"

"I'm going to assume that if I don't play by your rules, I'll pay with my life?" Black Rutile asked as she shook the human's hand.

"You bet." Connie answered. "When I found White Topaz before Steven shattered her, she begged me, with her last words that when I'd kill you, and make no mistake I will kill you, I'll give you the slowest and most painful death I can offer. And if you try and run away, I'm going to honor that promise."

As the handshake broke, Black Rutile was left completely speechless at both Connie's death threat and her late bodyguard having the audacity to wish death upon her. Before long, her silence was broken by another bout of maniacal laughter at Connie's expense. "Honor? Really kid?" Black Rutile declared. "You know we live in a society, or at least what's left of one, where honor is but a distant memory."

"You talk too much, you know that?" Sapphire snarked before she received another future vision, one that might spell their doom. "My stars, he's coming!"

While Connie, Peridot, Bismuth, and Sapphire prepared for the fight of their lives, Black Rutile looked up at the pink-colored sonic boom in the sky and laughed as a pink glowing figure landed on the ground in front of the rebels, the resulting impact causing more destruction to Little Homeworld.

Connie pointed her sword at their opponent, and her face softened upon discovering who it was. A pink, gargoyle-like monster whose size was equal to Bismuth's with massive horns on his head, scars on his chest forming a star, and a pink gem on his stomach.

"Steven?"

"So all that could've happened, because of me?" Jasper despaired as she was returned to the present day before dropping to her knees. "You were right, I am nothing but trouble."

"Okay, maybe you are, but you can still change." Amethyst rejected Jasper's notion. "And you can start by helping us stop him!" She then pointed to the pink monster, who took one look at Jasper and began to run away from her, no doubt the Steven inside it afraid to see Jasper again after killing her.

"Hey, get back here!" Jasper yelled as Steven tried to run straight towards Beach City.

"It's gonna smash Beach City!" Amethyst yelled. "We gotta stop him!" Without even a chance to be asked, Lapis summoned a water rope that she used to lasso Steven and drag him away from Beach City.

"So, is there any way to fix him?" Jasper asked.

"None that we know of so far." Garnet replied. "Not even the Diamonds could solve this problem."

"And now, I don't think there's anything we can do." Pearl declared.

"Anything, except surrender." Black Rutile declared as she, White Topaz, Aquamarine, and Eyeball dropped down from and stood before the group with an army of robots behind them. "Oh look, everyone is here! We got the insipid oppressors, their mindless sheep, and the sorry excuses for monarchs!"

"What's your game Black Rutile?" White Diamond angrily asked her former subordinate.

"It's quite simple really." Black Rutile replied. "Thanks to yours truly, all of you are now enemies of humanity for allowing this to happen!" She pointed at Steven. "And not just your little monster problem, but for all the horrible things you've done to this planet! And all while you were too busy crying like babies for the brat."

"Yeesh, someone likes to talk." Spinel murmured.

"Zip it, playmate!" Aquamarine declared. "Once all of you are out of the way, our master shall claim this galaxy as her own!"

"And maybe become one of the great Universal Lords!" Eyeball added.

All across the world, riots began breaking out over Black Rutile's broadcast. Picket signs were made, effigies were burned, and calls were made to eliminate the Crystal Gems' threat to humanity, even though not a single one of them knew of their existence before today.

In Washington, Theresa was showing Suarez a livestream on her phone of a group of people in Russia cursing in their native language of how the Gems deprived them of their ancestors' native land, leaving the president more depressed over the incident just as Wade strolled into the Oval Office.

"I just got off the phone with Prime Minister Sorayama." Major General Grant said. "He's saying the cabinet of Japan is ready to launch everything they've got against the monster and the Crystal Gems. They just need you to give the okay."

"No, we are not nuking anything!" Eduardo screamed, making the vice president and the major general jump a bit. "I know the Gems are good, kind people, but is it really true they're responsible for all that? And who's this Pink Diamond anyway?"

"I know they're your friends Mr. President, but what friends places the world in danger so many times, the only one to address that is another member of their species?" Grant asked. "It's your choice, sir. Your friends or your country?"

"He raises a pretty good point, sir." Theresa stated. "What's it gonna be?"

After wiping a few tears from his eyes, Eduardo turned to face the window behind him and made his decision. "Major General, tell Japan to call off the attack. Because we're doing it ourselves."

Back in Beach City, Black Rutile continued her speech to the Gems. "Look at all of this." She declared. "This is the chaos I've wanted to engender for so long. I wanted to build a new Homeworld order where you failed, but you chose Steven over your own people just because he's family." As Black Rutile continued speaking, she could feel her sanity begin to teeter off the edge more and more. "My purpose was to fight for the Gems, that is the sole purpose I was given. And now, I barely have any people left. That is what you have taken from me. That is what you have taken from EVERYONE!"

"That is where you're wrong!" Pearl boasted in reply. "You may think you're a misunderstood hero, but you're not! You're nothing more than a sociopathic, bloviating monster who only thinks that she's doing what's best for everyone! As actual heroes, we'll fight to stop you till our last breath, because we are the Crystal Gems and we'll always save the day!"

With that, Pearl took Amethyst's hand and the two merged into Opal, who pulled out her bow and fired an arrow at Black Rutile, who only moved her head an inch to the right to dodge it.

"Oh, fusions, eh?" Black Rutile snickered. "I guess we should even the odds then." She then turned to White Topaz. "Topaz, to me!"

"Right away my Rutile." White Topaz sadly complied and fused with Black Rutile to once again form Lepidolite.

"BEHOLD PEONS!" Lepidolite declared bombastically. "THE UNPARALLELED, UNIMAGINABLY ALMIGHTY LEPIDOLITE HAS FINALLY RETURNED!"

"Oh geez, she can fuse too?" Lapis snarled before turning to Jasper. "Hey Jasper, wanna join in?"

"Whatever." Jasper said and the two formed into the turquoise and gold-colored Malachite.

"Well, you know what to do Eyeball." Aquamarine said as she took the Ruby's hand and twirled in place before they formed Bluebird Azurite and unsheathed her ice cutlass & a flaming saber.

"Gems, now!" Garnet gave the order to attack and led the charge against the four rebels. However, Greg was feeling a little left out.

"Uh, what about me?" Greg asked as the battle began. "If only I could still make Steg." However, Greg quickly saw Lion rising beneath him and making the father ride on his back. "Oh, well that should suffice." Greg smiled before he made Lion gallop into combat. "WOLVERINES!"

Lepidolite roared as she threw a punch at Malachite, who caught it in one of her hands and fought back by launching a geyser at Lepidolite's face, sending her flying towards Peridot, who sent Bismuth soaring before the rainbow Gem smacked Lepidolite into the sand with her hammer.

"Feeling a little outmatched?" Malachite boasted with her arms folded.

"Child's play!" Lepidolite growled while summoning her claws and slashing Malachite in the torso. However, Malachite quickly grabbed Lepidolite by the arms and summoned Jasper's crash helmet to give her a nasty headbutt. "Topaz, what are you doing?" the Black Rutile half of Lepidolite asked. "Pull your weight and help me here!"

"But it's the four of us against all the Crystal Gems, the Diamonds, and even a Spinel!" the White Topaz half replied as Malachite began punching Lepidolite at rapid speed. "We're so outmatched here, let's just un-fuse and surrender so we won't have to risk our lives against such an unfair numbers advantage."

"Oh shut up!" Black Rutile yelled before Lepidolite received another punch to the face. However, Lepidolite just as quickly stabbed Malachite with her claws and slowly dragged them up her torso up to her face, hitting both Lapis & Jasper's gems and causing them to un-fuse.

"I got you guys!" Greg shouted as Lion leaped up and he caught the two Gems on his back. Lion then followed up with a roar aimed straight at Bluebird while she was fighting Opal, who was sent flying towards Spinel.

"Comin' at ya!" Spinel exclaimed before she began dribbling Bluebird like a basketball and flung her at some of Black Rutile's robot minions, who were firing at the Diamonds.

"Well, at least we tried with Malachite." Lapis said while getting up before she turned to Peridot. "Hey Peridot, wanna give it a shot!"

"Gladly!" Peridot exclaimed and raced over to her bestie.

"Wait, what?" Jasper asked as she watched her former cohorts fuse into Turquoise. "Since when can you do that?!"

"Don't ask, just fight!" Turquoise declared while forming a set of three swords out of liquid metal from the air to use, two in her hands and one between her teeth.

"Right." Jasper agreed as she prepared to charge. "Let's kill her properly this time."

Amid the chaos, Volleyball and Lemon Jade were left trying to escape harm with no idea what to do in battle, as they had never engaged in combat before.

"What are we going to do?!" Lemon Jade yelled while shaking Pink Pearl in her hands.

"I have no idea!" Volleyball replied. "I did fuse before, but it wasn't really for fighting an enemy." That was when she got an idea. "Wait, hold on!"

Volleyball ran towards Opal, who was busy shooting down Black Rutile's robots with her arrows when she felt something pulling down at her drape. "Oh, do you need something Volleyball?"

"Can I fuse with you Pearl so I can protect Jade?" Volleyball asked Opal.

"In the middle of something, but that's a definite possibility." Opal replied, unaware of the robot that was now hovering behind her.

"TARGET OPAL CONFIRMED. COMMENCE UN-FUSING." The robot droned and sent out an electric shock that forced Opal back into Pearl & Amethyst.

"Well ain't that a coincidence." Amethyst snarked as the two Pearls fused into Mega Pearl. "It's like she planned for this!"

"She planned for everything Amethyst." Mega Pearl responded before slashing away at robots that were cornering Lemon Jade.

Meanwhile, Turquoise was engaged in a swordfight against Bluebird Azurite, her metal katanas against Bluebird's ice and fire swords. "This is what you get for taking Steven and causing Lapis to leave me!" Turquoise yelled as she tried to stab Bluebird in any opening she could find.

"Oh, did kidnapping Steven hurt you that much?" Bluebird snickered. "I wouldn't have guessed judging by how you never show up." The smaller fusion quickly disarmed Turquoise and prepared to go in for the kill, but she had another thing coming.

"Got this from a manga." Turquoise grinned cheekily while cupping all four of her hands to her side and sticking them out, launching a torrent of water at Bluebird's face.

As for the Diamonds, they were busy protecting Steven from the robots by swatting them away. "These things are multiplying by the second!" Blue said while smashing drones to the ground so that the surviving Watermelon Stevens could dismantle them. "We have to get Steven somewhere safe so we can calm him down!"

"Everyone's trying their hardest, but Black Rutile just keeps coming back up." Yellow replied.

"Don't despair, we can win this!" White added, confident that they could still win the day somehow when she spotted something in the distance. "Wait, what are those?”

"Get a move on everyone, we're wasting daylight here!" Wade Grant barked to his men from his Humvee as the US Army advanced towards Beach City. As their goal was only to capture the Crystal Gems, they didn't need massive tanks, only jeeps, armored vans, and helicopters to get the job done. As the seaside town grew closer and closer, some of the army men felt the need to converse among themselves.

"So, do you think it might be sexist to capture a bunch of alien women?" one of the soldiers driving an armored van asked his companion.

"I'm not sure." The other soldier replied. "From what I've heard, they only look like women. They kinda don't have any gender since they're like, holograms projected by rocks. Holograms that happen to look female."

"Yeah but are there male Gems out there somewhere?" the first soldier continued. "How do they even procreate, if possible?"

"Beats me, they don't look like they have the goods, if you catch my drift." The second soldier wiggled his eyebrows. "Y'know, nudge nudge, wink wink, say no more!"

"Yes, I catch your drift, no need to reference old-timey British comedy." The first soldier groaned before turning on the radio. "Sir, we're nearing Beach City. Permission to be the first to step out?"

"Permission granted Private Eric." Wade accepted over the radio as the two soldiers' van rolled up to Beach City, where its citizens were already evacuating.

"Excuse me, we'd like a word with the mayor of this town." Private Eric said as he and his partner stepped out.

"That's me, Mayor Pizza." Nanafua declared as she walked up to the pair. "Now what brings the military here?"

"We're on official business here Mayor Pizza." Eric stated. "Are you aware you have been housing aliens that have been threatening your planet regularly?"

"Oh, the Gems? They're pretty harmless." Nanafua laughed. "Though that giant monster is a bit concerning."

"Everyone step aside, Black Rutile has convinced us those Gems need to be placed under arrest." Wade stepped forward and prepared a special anti-Gem weapon made from the remains of the Destiny Destroyer. "We won't use lethal force against you all, but we strongly urge you to let us through if you want your planet to live."

The armed forces began marching towards the pink monster menacing Beach City as the townsfolk nervously stepped aside to allow them to pass. Though they treasured the Gems, they couldn't bear to be victims of yet another incident relating to them.

"Get back here!" Lepidolite roared as she chased Connie around and clashed her claws with the girl's sword. "Don't think you've won yet just because you've trained with that rotten Pearl!"

"That's what you think!" Connie yelled before she slashed at Lepidolite's arm, causing the fusion to yell.

"How can we be hurt just like that?!" the Black Rutile half of Lepidolite muttered before looking accusingly at no one in particular while beginning to destabilize. "Seriously Topaz, why can't you contribute?!"

"Seriously, can't you read my lips?!" White Topaz yelled. "I want out!" Suddenly, the two Gems split apart and fell to the ground. Black Rutile fell face-first and spat out some sand before glaring daggers at her bodyguard.

"Does it look like I care?" Black Rutile said. "Besides, we should be getting some back up real soon."

"Wait, back up?" Mega Pearl wondered before she got shot down by a weapon resembling a Gem Destabilizer and forced back into Pearl & Volleyball.

"Fan out, take down anything with a star!" Wade Grant gave out orders while his men zapped the Crystal Gems with their Destabilizer-like weapons, managing to take down Turquoise, Garnet, Amethyst, Bismuth, and Jasper before forcing them into a truck.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Jasper roared as she was herded like cattle into the truck with the other Gems.

"You're finally getting the Earth justice you deserve." Black Rutile declared smugly. "When this planet's government learned of your exploits, the leader tried to make an address that I hacked into and used to expose you to the world. Hope you enjoy confinement!"

"You won't get away with this!" Pearl yelled rebelliously before she, Volleyball, and one of the Watermelon Stevens were forced into the truck as two of the soldiers looked up at Steven and the Diamonds.

"What do we do with them?" Private Eric wondered.

"No need, I got this." Black Rutile bragged, taking Aquamarine's wand and using it to imprison the three Diamonds in a forcefield.

"Hey, you let them go!" Spinel yelled before she found herself getting trapped in the bubble as well, along with Lemon Jade.

"Uh, what is going on?" Greg asked before the major general walked up to him.

"There is no need to panic sir, we are simply following orders." Wade answered calmly. "Alright, move out! We're bringing them to Area 42!"

"Area 42?!" Connie exclaimed. "What are you going to do with them there?!"

"Just gonna ask some questions followed by deciding their fates, no big." Wade responded as he hopped into his Humvee and drove off while turning on his radio. "Gems have been captured, I repeat, Gems have been captured. Requesting a lift to Area 42 in Calivada, over."

As the military drove away with the Gems in tow, Bluebird Azurite picked up Black Rutile & White Topaz before she flew them away from the beach, the combined weight of the Diamonds, Steven, Spinel, and Lemon Jade in the bubble having no effect on her.

"So Crystal Gems," Black Rutile laughed evilly. "Who are you going to believe in now?!"

With the Crystal Gems in government custody, Black Rutile is just a few steps closer to victory. But what plans does she have in store for the Diamonds, what fate shall await the Crystal Gems at Area 42, and do White Topaz's loyalties still lie with Black Rutile? You're just gonna have to wait and see.

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Sub Rosa [71]

xiii. damocles, pt 2

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 8.9k

Warnings: descriptions of blood, injuries, and killing. death, angst, and sad things. it's still a war, my friends. language.

Summary: Everything comes to a head for a final time as the War for Shallow Valley finally ends, one side coming out victorious once and for all...

a/n: BELIEVE IT OR NOT, THE END OF S5 IS HERE!!! PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK, BECAUSE I LOVE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS!!! the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

previous chapter // season masterlist // series masterlist

Halfway back to the base camp, Gaia grows even weaker.

Luckily for her, there’s a medkit in the rover, courtesy of Clarke, and you’re able to stitch her up at the very least. You refuse to look at your shoulder until you can sit down with some light, hoping whatever is lodged there isn’t actually making things worse. Everyone else in the rover has minor wounds, but you check them and clean them anyways, keeping yourself busy as you are taken from the frontline of an unwinnable war.

As soon as Madi pulls up to the edge of camp, you’re surrounded by guns. But given Gaia’s condition, no one cares. Instead, you jump out and swing the door open, and Murphy and Bellamy lift Gaia and run from the rover as you yell, “Little help, little help, we've got wounded!”

You can hear Harper yelling in the distance for people to stand down, preventing all of you from catching another bullet, as Bellamy and Murphy pass off Gaia to those who came to help. You’re about to jog after them to tell Jackson what first aid she’s received in the last few hours, but you hear the front doors of the rover open and Echo and Madi jump out. Madi comes running towards you, and you catch her in a hug, squeezing tight and ignoring the pain in your shoulder, relieved that she’s okay. You pull away to look at her, checking her over, and whisper, “Did she take out the Flame?”

“She threatened to, but no. I’m still the Commander.”

“That’s why you’re here?” Madi nods, and you look at her in disbelief. “Then where’s Clarke? There’s no way she let you come alone.”

“I’m not alone, she sent me to be with you.”

“But she said-”

“Clarke says a lot of things when she’s upset, but she didn't mean them. She regretted leaving you the second we drove out of Polis, but she was so worried about me that she wouldn't turn back. She’s not here now because she’s trying to make sure McCreary doesn't send missiles into our people.”

You nod and as you’re about to ask another question, you realize that all around you, people are whispering. Madi hears it too, because she starts to look around, noticing that a large group has gathered around you, and they’re all staring at your niece. You can see Madi freeze in fear, and you grab her hand and squeeze it as she whispers, “What do I do?”

“Honestly, I don't know, but I’ll be with you the whole time.”

She nods, and you both turn to face Bellamy and Echo, who are walking towards both of you. Before any of you can say anything, Octavia starts to cut through the crowd, and someone yells, “Blodreina is coming! Protect your Commander!”

All around you guns rise in Madi’s defense, and you pull her behind you as you grab your knife from your holster, ready to protect her. Octavia may be your sister, but Madi is your niece, your little sun, and you won’t allow Octavia to hurt her. Bellamy and Echo stand side by side in front of you, blocking Octavia’s path to you, both of them protecting you and Madi. Octavia finally comes to a stop in front of her brother, sword in hand. “Out of my way.”

Bellamy stares his sister down. “O, she saved us.”

From behind you, Madi calls out, “Let her pass!”

You turn and start to argue, but Echo beats you to it, “Heda, that is not a good-”

Madi cuts her off before she can finish. “I said, let her pass.”

You look down at Madi in worry, but she squeezes your hand in reassurance, nodding at you that she’s okay. So you drop her hand and step slightly to the side. As soon as Echo and Bellamy see you move, they do too, allowing Octavia access to the Commander. Madi and Octavia stare at each other for a long moment, and your hand tenses around the handle of your knife, ready to protect Madi no matter what. But then, Octavia surprises all of you by stabbing her sword into the sand, and dropping to her knees in front of Madi. Madi looks over at you in surprise, and you smile at her before dropping to your knees, bowing to the Commander.

All around you, guns are lowered and people sink to the ground, paying their respects to the one true Commander, all of you ready for her to lead you into victory and take you home.

As soon as everyone is in agreement to follow Madi, the next phase of the war begins.

You, Bellamy, and Echo put your awkwardness aside and work to help Madi with the army. Miller steps up and fills her in on Wonkru’s surviving numbers and who is situated where, and within a few hours, plans are in place and everyone goes off to get everything ready. You, Bellamy, and Madi go to the medial tent so that Madi can be with her Flamekeeper, while you decide to finally address the object in your shoulder. Jackson sees you staring at it as soon as you step in the tent, and walks over and offers to help you, which you graciously accept. With a little bit of light and the proper medical supplies, Jackson removes the object from your shoulder, and stares at it in horror as soon as it’s free. You’re blinking against the pain, missing Jackson’s expression, but Bellamy alerts you to it when he worriedly asks, “What? What is it?”

“It’s a piece of bone.”

Your eyes fly open. “Bone? From me?”

“I don't think so. You have full mobility of your arm, so I don't think you broke anything. I’d have to feel around to be sure, since we don’t have any machines here.”

You nod, “Do it.”

It hurts like hell, but he pokes and prods every inch of your arm from your collarbone to the ends of your fingers, finding nothing cracked or broken. Which gives you the sickening realization that the bone is someone else’s, lodged into your shoulder. When you think back to the explosion, you can remember a group of people nearby, who took the brunt of the force from the explosion, and you’re almost sure it came from one of them. Though it doesn't make you feel any better to know that. Still, there is nothing you can do about it now. Jackson stitches you up and sends you on your way, but you end up falling asleep in the medical tent, keeping an eye on Madi.

When you wake, she’s still there, though Bellamy is now gone, likely double checking any preparations that you weren't awake to check on. Sure that he has it handled, you pull up a chair beside Madi and sit with her and Gaia until Bellamy and Indra come into the medical tent sometime later, looking for you both. Bellamy comes to a stop beside you, and Indra walks to Gaia’s other side, both looking your way. Bellamy whispers, “It’s time, Madi. Everyone will follow you, but you have to lead them.”

Madi acknowledges his words and looks at you in fear. “I don't want to lead them into a massacre.”

Indra tries to reassure her by saying, “We have the numbers, Heda. As long as we press forward, we'll make it through.”

You reach out for her hand and whisper, “We’ll be right beside you.”

“I'm not worried about myself. There has to be a better way than rushing back into those guns.”

“If there is, we would've thought of it.”

You give her a look, unsure what to say, not nearly as good at reassuring her as Clarke is. But it turns out your help isn't needed, because Gaia whispers, “Ask the Commanders.”

You all look at Gaia in shock, given that these are the first words she’s spoken in hours. Madi asks, “How, Seda? They only talk to me in my dreams and show me what they want me to see.”

Gaia lifts her hand and rests it on Madi’s cheek. “Close your eyes.”

Beside you, Bellamy shifts and mutters, “Gaia, we don't have time-”

But you look at him and shake your head. “We’ll make time. Everyone can wait.”

He nods and Gaia continues, “Breathe. In and out. Let this world peel away. And repeat after me: mens mea fiat mens tua.”

My mind is your mind. Madi repeats the phrase, lurching slightly in place as the Commanders begin speaking to her. You can see her eyes moving rapidly beneath her closed lids, until she pulls them open abruptly, and turns to you. “I have a plan.”

Gaia reaches into her pocket and grabs something, holding it out to Madi as she whispers, “Of course you do.”

As soon as Madi takes it, you realize it’s the Heda headpiece, the same one that Lexa used to wear before her death. Madi puts it on her head and then turns to look at the rest of you. “Gather the delegates.”

You do as she says, meeting with her in the makeshift war room as she explains the plan to all of you. A small team will go ahead of the army, you included, and take out the sonic cannons, making it easier for the rest of Wonkru to get into the gorge. Then the plan moves back to the original plan; everyone will come together and surround the village, diverging upon it from all sides and forcing the prisoners to surrender. As soon as the delegates understand the plan, they assimilate into their groups, passing along the information and getting their warpaint ready. Everyone has a line of black in the middle of their foreheads, reminiscent of the line of Nightblood drawn on Commanders during their Ascension, reminding everyone they’re part of the Commander’s Army now.

As you put your warpaint on, you turn to look at Madi. “Are you sure you want me on that team to take out the cannons? I can stay with you instead.”

“I’m sure. You’re one of the best shooters we have and everything hinges on you taking those cannons out.”

You nod, understanding her reasoning, before you pull her into a hug. “I’m so proud of you, little sun.”

“Thank you for everything, ani.” You nod and smile, pulling away to look at her. And then you stand and nod at her, “It’s time for you to take us home.”

Emori drives the rover through the gorge as Murphy rides shotgun. You and Bellamy are in the back, rifles in hands, riding your way into the heart of danger. Murphy peeks out the windshield and looks up to the sky, muttering, “I don't see any missiles. Thank you, Clarke.”

Bellamy gives you a serious look and then nods once. “Now it's our turn.”

You nod in return, as ready as you’ll ever be, waiting as Emori gets you closer and closer to the cannons. And as if you cross an invisible barrier, the gunshot begins, hammering the rover from all sides, pinging off the armor and leaving all of you inside unscathed. Murphy turns to look at you and Bellamy, “Someone explain to me why I'm not shooting this gatling gun.”

“This is Madi's plan, we have to draw out the cannons.”

He looks at you like you’re crazy. “By giving them a big target? Yeah, that's a great plan.”

You think of what Monty said to you before magically picking a lock with a magnet and you pass that onto to Murphy. “Ye of little faith.”

Nearly as soon as the words leave your mouth, the rover lurches and slides, and then abruptly comes to a stop. Murphy turns to you with a raised eyebrow. “You were saying?”

“What's wrong? We're not close enough. Why are we stopping?”

“They got the engine. Damn it!” Emori climbs from the driver’s seat into the back beside Bellamy, calling out, “John, get away from the windshield!”

Murphy looks out the window and turns to look between you and Bellamy. “Big gun! Go! Now! Be heroes.”

You and Bellamy look at each other, nodding that you’re ready, and you have enough time to take one deep breath before he kicks open the door and you both peek out. You turn your attention to the cannon in the right pillbox, the one currently being charged to blast you all to pieces, and Bellamy swings out to take a shot before immediately ducking back inside the rover again. “I don't have a shot!”

You peek from your side, peering down your rifle scope to the cannon, very few bullets coming your way and you call back, “I do!”

You take a breath to control your heart rate, pulling air in through your nose and out through your mouth as you aim. On the second breath you squeeze the trigger, sending your bullet right into the mouth of the cannon, causing an instant explosion. You duck back behind the rover, smiling at Bellamy, and he gives you a look of pride before yelling to Murphy, “I need to get closer!”

“Go, I'll cover you!”

Murphy climbs back into the front, preparing to shoot the gun on the rover, and you can hear Emori worry and try to stop him. But he pushes on and starts to shoot, laying down covering fire for you and Bellamy to cross the gorge to a stack of rocks nearby. He looks at you and you yell over the sound of the gunfire, “I'll be right behind you!”

He takes off running and you follow close on his heels, both of you dropping down behind the stack of rocks and taking cover. Bellamy props his gun up, aiming at the second cannon, and you joke, “If you miss, I'll never let you live it down.”

Bellamy turns to you with a smirk that leaves you feeling breathless. “I won't miss.”

And then he turns back to his rifle, aims, takes a breath, and shoots. His bullet follows the same journey yours did, flying into the mouth of the cannon and blowing it up instantly. You and Bellamy turn to each other, laughing with relief, the hardest part of the plan finished. You both turn and peer through your scopes, watching as the prisoners run away, retreating into the village, as the sound of Wonkru grows closer. You can hear them yelling as they run towards you, a stampede of angry warriors, and you and Bellamy stand and watch them come around the corner. You jump into the group, running beside Madi and Octavia, the four of you leading the charge into the woods, surrounding the village.

Everyone splits off into their respective groups, surrounding from all sides, and you and Bellamy stick close to Madi as she leads the main group straight through the front door. A low cloud of smoke and fog hangs around, concealing all of you from the prisoners until you burst through it, heading straight into the village. The prisoners are all cowered in the center, holding up weapons, and as soon as they come into view, Bellamy yells, “Weapons down! Put your weapons down now!”

All the prisoners begin to toss their weapons and drop to their knees, lifting their hands in surrender, and you feel a wave of relief that this is all over, until Madi yells, “Teik emo au!”

Kill them all! You look at Bellamy in shock and he yells, “Halt! Hold your fire.”

At the same time, you step in front of Madi, blocking her view of the prisoners, but she peers around you to glare at them. “They surrendered, Madi, it's over.”

“They killed hundreds of our people in that gorge.”

You shake your head at her, her eyes never leaving the people behind you. “This can't be what the Flame is telling you to do!”

“I don't need the Flame to tell me what to do with a bunch of criminals who invaded our home!”

“We've been here before, Madi.” Finally, her gaze shifts to you, and you can see her start to soften almost immediately, remembering the stories you and Clarke used to tell her. Though, they aren't stories, they’re your history. Your life story. “We were the criminals, the 100. We landed in someone else's home, and we went to war. You can execute them because they're the enemy or you can break the cycle. You can be better than them, you can be better than us. The choice is yours, Heda.”

Madi looks at you, about to answer, until sirens start to echo throughout the valley. All of you look around in confusion, and you turn towards the prisoners, aware that they’re the ones that set up the warning system. “What is that?”

A man near the front answers, “The evac signal! It means conditions are unsafe, we're supposed to bug out!”

Raven’s voice comes through the speakers a second later, “Everyone, listen up. Life as we know it is about to end, again. Get your asses to the transport ship now for immediate evacuation, you have nine minutes!”

You turn to look at Madi, still waiting for her decision, and she nods. You pass along her message and yell, “Everyone, evacuate now! Eligius, leave your weapons behind! Wonkru, follow Eligius to the transport now!”

Everyone immediately jumps into action, and you grab Octavia, who is standing nearby. “Take a team and go door to door, make sure no one gets left behind.”

She grabs a few people and takes off running, and you turn to Madi, about to tell her that you’re ready to follow her to the ship. As your gaze swings towards her, it lands on your house, the one you planned to share with Bellamy, and you suddenly remember that you left something inside, something as important to you as the necklace around your neck and the people beside you. You turn to Madi and smile at her. “It’s time to lead your people. Take Bellamy with you, I’ll be right behind you.”

Both Bellamy and Madi look at you in alarm, instantly arguing, “Ani, no-”

“...not leaving you behind-”

You cut them both off, looking at Madi first. “Your people need you, Madi. You’re their Commander, you need to go.”

And then you turn to Bellamy, “I’ll be right behind you, I promise. Just take Madi, make sure she makes it to the ship.”

You can see him open his mouth to argue again, and you cut him off, voice begging, “Please.”

And finally, he nods. He presses a kiss to your lips and turns to Madi, “Come on, Heda.”

Their gazes linger on you for a moment before they turn and run out of the village, pulling ahead to lead the others to the transport ship. As soon as you’re sure they’re going to make it, you turn and head towards the small house, hand reaching out to push the door open when shouting from the church makes you pause and listen, sure that you’re hearing Octavia’s voice battling with your mother’s. Your brows pull together and you turn away from your door, running deeper into the village and straight into the church. When you burst inside, you see your mother and Octavia facing off, standing only a few feet apart, glaring at each other.

Your mom has blood streaked all over her face, and when you get a look at the scene behind her, you can see why. Someone is stretched out onto the operating table, surrounded by blood. You can see large red stains covering their shirt, the table, the floor around them. Only when you get closer do you realize you know the person on the table.

Kane.

Your stomach drops, and you run past the arguing pair straight to his side. “Mom, what the hell happened?”

“Vinson happened.”

You see her motion to a body in the corner, and your stomach flips when you glance down at it. She cooked him alive using the shock collar at his neck, eerily similar to the nightmare you had after getting knocked out yesterday. You turn away from the body and look back to Kane, fear and sadness gripping your chest when you realize just how bad he is. He’s clearly lost a lot of blood, and it’s not hard to see why. There is a collection of stab wounds on his abdomen, freshly stitched, along with a stitched wound on the side of his neck. You turn to your mother, trying to calculate if there’s enough time to carry him to the transport, when you hear the P.A. system outside announce, “Six minutes to impact.”

You run the numbers in your head, and decide that Kane is worth the risk. You look between Octavia and your mother and start giving them instructions. “Mom, get him ready to move. You can save his life on the transport ship. Octavia, find a stretcher, you’re going to help carry him back. I’ll grab a few prisoners to help you both.”

They both look at you in shock for a second, and you feel a rush of anxiety, thinking of the ticking clock, before you yell, “Now!”

They both jump into action, and you run out of the church and into the village, grabbing two prisoners and leading them back with you. By the time you arrive, the two women have gotten Kane on the stretcher and ready to go, and you motion for the men to carry him. They lift him up and head towards the door, your mom following closely as she carries an IV bag at Kane’s side, and you squeeze her shoulder as she walks past. “I’ll be right behind you.”

“Wait!” The men stop, and your mom turns to look at you in a panic. “You’re not coming with us?”

“Not yet, I have something I need to do first, now go!” She looks like she wants to argue, but then Kane groans in pain, reminding her of the danger he’s in, and she tells the men to keep moving, leaving you behind. Octavia lingers, and you shake your head and point at their retreating figures. “I need you to make sure they make it back, I’m not sure I trust the prisoners yet.”

Octavia nods, and surprises you by pulling you into a quick hug, whispering in your ear, “Run fast, sister.”

You nod, thankful that she understands and is not going to argue with you, and she gives you a brief smile before running out the door and following your mother. The system outside announces, “Five minutes to impact.”

The words push you into motion again, aware that it’s a two to three minute run to the transport ship from here. You run out of the church and back towards your home, pushing open the door and moving through the house to the bedroom, smiling when you see The Iliad laying on the bed waiting for you. You reach out and grab it, turning and preparing to head out the door again when you see a prisoner looming in the doorway to the bedroom, staring at you. You look at him in confusion and point towards the door, “Didn’t you hear the evac signal? We have to go!”

You walk towards him, intending to push past him and get out the door, but he grabs you by the hair and yanks you back, tossing you onto the ground. You drop your book upon impact, looking up at the man in shock. He starts to lumber towards you, and you reach for your rifle, secured around your chest by a strap, but just as you get it up, ready to shoot, he reaches out and grabs it, yanking it hard from your grasp, breaking the clasp that connects the gun to the strap. He tosses the gun into the other room, and you jump up and try to run past him, but he grabs the strap that is still hanging around your torso and pulls, forcing you back towards him. He slides the strap up until it hangs around your neck, and you feel a brief wave of panic before he pulls it taut, choking the life out of you quickly. You claw at the strap, trying to free yourself, struggling to breathe as you gasp out, “We aren’t enemies anymore!”

“Wrong.” He pulls the strap tighter, stars erupting at the edge of your vision. “You and I are enemies. You killed my brother. You left him to die in your savage trap and his wounds were too severe to survive. I had to end his suffering myself.”

You remember the blonde man in the trap, and you do feel a flash of remorse for getting him killed, until your survival instinct takes over, reminding you how close to death you truly are. You pull your knife from your holster and quickly plunge it into his side, and the man cries out in pain before tossing you to the ground, your head hitting the floor as you land again. You can feel your head wound from earlier reopen, warm, black blood dripping down your face, and the man looks down at you, laughing as he pulls your knife from his side and tosses it into the other room, alongside your rifle. You eye the doorway, trying to figure out if you can make it to your gun before he can reach you, but the P.A. system outside calls out, letting you know you have four minutes left. You think of the time it will take you to make it back to the transport ship, and you take a chance and start running to the door, hoping you make it to one of your weapons.

As you make it through the doorway, the man reaches out for you, grabbing you briefly before losing his grip, but the movement is enough to knock you off balance. You fall to the ground hard, teeth clacking together, but you ignore the pain in your body, scrambling towards your weapons. Just as your hand closes around your knife, you feel a blade plunge into your calf, and you let out a cry of pain. He uses the knife in your leg to drag you closer to him, the weapon cutting down your calf painfully, and you scream in pain as you’re dragged backwards. His hand clamps down onto your ankle and he yanks you back towards him, flipping you over quickly before reaching his hands up to your neck. This time you don’t wait for the stars of unconsciousness to get close to you. You lift the knife that’s still in your grip and you plunge it into the man’s chest, pushing it into him as hard and deep as you can.

His eyes go wide and he releases you instantly, blood rapidly spreading across his chest, letting you know you hit his heart. He’s dead within seconds, and you divert your attention away from him and to the injury on your leg. It’s deep and gushing blood, and you desperately need stitches, but the P.A. system lets you know you have three minutes until impact, so you waste no time thinking about your odds of survival. You use your knife to cut a strip of fabric from the dead prisoner’s pants, and you use the rifle strap to secure it tightly over the wound, hoping it’s enough to get you to the ship. Then you run into the bedroom and grab your book, determined not to leave it behind at this point, before hobbling out of the room and past the dead man. You look down at him for a second before you kick him with your good leg, screaming with rage as you do, pissed at the position he has just put you in.

At the last second you grab the knife he cut you with and tuck it into your pocket, and then without another thought you head out the door of your house, running as fast as you can and as hard as you can towards the transport ship. You count the seconds in your head, trying to keep track of your dwindling time, ignoring the blood that drips down your face and tries to fall in your eyes. You ignore the pain radiating from multiple places on your body, and you ignore the exhaustion that threatens to creep up and take you out. You just focus on counting, letting your anxiety push you faster than you thought possible, guiding you back towards the transport ship, to your love, your twin, and your family.

As you get closer to the edge of the woods, you hear a sonic boom, and you look up at the sky, anxiety growing exponentially. You start praying to the Universe, the gods, the stars, your father, anyone that will listen to you. “Just let me make it, god damn it! Get me back on that ship with my family, and I’ll make things right. I’ll do better, be better! I’ll forgive Clarke, and Octavia, and anyone who’s wronged me! I’ll leave Wanlida behind, just please get me to that ship!”

The Universe answers your prayer with a flash of light, and you look up to see the end of the world drawing closer as it streaks across the sky. You start to think that maybe the Universe is laughing at your expense, playing a cruel joke, when you suddenly burst through the trees and see the transport ship looming into view. Bellamy and Clarke are both standing at the edge of the ramp, eyes searching the horizon for you, and you scream their names at the top of your lungs as you run towards them, letting your adrenaline carry you closer. They run to you, panic and worry all over their faces, as you look exponentially worse than the last time either of them saw you. But with the end of the world flying towards you, neither of them question it. They each hook and arm around you and take off running, practically dragging you up the ramp and into the ship.

Clarke releases you to turn and close the door to the ship, and your body finally collapses, no energy left within you. You feel Bellamy catch you and lower you down beside Murphy, who looks just as awful as you do, both of you glancing at each other as you groan in pain. You feel unconsciousness rush towards you, just as you hear the roar of the thrusters as the ship prepares to leave. Suddenly, you’re back on a satellite tower, staring at a death wave that's set to destroy you in seconds, watching a rocket fly into the sky. Except this time, instead of being left on the ground, you fly with them.

You wake up a few hours after passing out, stitched up and lying in a hospital bed on the Eligius IV mothership. Bellamy and Clarke are both at your side, and all of you start to cry as soon as you wake up. You hug them both, thankful for their survival, and you and Clarke exchange a myriad of whispered apologies as you cry and hold each other. The Universe got you on the transport ship, so as promised, you make your amends, all of your anger gone as soon as you hug. Clarke eventually leaves you and Bellamy alone, and he gives you a scolding look as he holds up a book in his hand. “You went back for this?”

You feel a little embarrassed now as you look at the book in his hands, the cover now streaked with some of your black blood, aware of how insane it must seem to risk death for a book. But it’s important to you, as important as the moon around your neck, which you brush your fingers across as you answer, “Yes. But that book helped get me through the last 6 years without you. It was the only thing I had from you, and I couldn’t leave it behind.”

His expression softens, remembering the note that he wrote to you in the cover. When he wrote it, he had no way of knowing what was coming, no way of knowing the importance it would have to you. He can recognize that now, though you know that he’ll never truly understand why you’d risk death for it. Because for Bellamy, he would much rather have you alive and without the book, then dead with the book. And considering the state that you returned to him in, you know he’s more than a little pissed. If you hadn’t come across that prisoner and got back with plenty of time, you don’t think he’d really mind. Still, you are here and you’re mostly okay. And if he still thinks it was a stupid thing to do, he doesn’t argue with it, too thankful that you’re here with him and alive.

You smile at him, patting the bed beside you, urging him to climb in with you. Unlike the last time, he complies immediately, squeezing into the bed beside you, listening to the story of how you nearly died in Shallow Valley. You pull the prisoner’s knife from your pocket, getting a good look at it for the first time. It’s small and silver, nicer than your Grounder knife, clearly from the days before the first Praimfaya. At the end of the handle is a skull, angry and grinning, and fire is etched into the handle, wrapping up towards the blade. You add it to your collection of ‘confiscated knives that nearly got you killed’, hoping that this is the last knife you’ll ever add to the collection, growing tired of all your near death experiences.

At some point you fall asleep again, exhausted, and when you wake, Bellamy is gone, your twin now at your side. She smiles at you and you sit up and smile back. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

You remember Murphy bleeding out beside you as you passed out, and you ask, “How's Murphy?”

“Jackson got both bullets. He'll be okay, cockroaches are hard to kill.” You smile and she adds, “And Gaia's gonna keep her leg.”

“Good.” Your mind flashes to the father figure you found clinging to life in the church, fear squeezing your chest. “What about Kane?”

“They put him in a drug induced coma. I'm not sure why, but Jackson says there's not enough of the drug to keep him that way for long. It doesn't look good.”

“What if he didn't need the drug?” She looks at you in confusion as you remember the cryosleep pods Bellamy told you about earlier. “I don't know much about cryosleep, but at least it would keep him alive, right?”

“That's brilliant, I'll tell mom.” Her eyes lift to the door briefly before she looks back to you. “We're about to decide the fate of the human race. Again. You should be there.”

You nod, already pulling yourself out of your bed, and Clarke helps you, handing you a crutch as you get to your feet. Normally you’d hate to use it, but the pain in your calf screams at you each time you shift your weight to your right leg. The two of you head down the hall, past the groups of prisoners and Wonkru that lay sleeping, exhausted from the events of the last few days. Clarke grabs your free hand, turning to look at you as she apologizes again. “I’m sorry, la lune, for everything.”

“I’m sorry too, shining star.”

She smiles at you, tears in her eyes, and you’re reminded of the strength of the bond you share. You may make mistakes, you may hurt each other, and fight, but at the end of the day, you’re sisters, twins, and Clarke will always be your other half. You know she feels the same way about you, because she squeezes your hand, conveying the silent message, and you both exchange a smile as she leads you through the ship to the bridge, preparing to decide the fate of the human race once again.

When you and Clarke get there, everyone else is already in the room. Harper, Monty, Bellamy, Madi, Raven, Shaw, Echo, Emori, and Murphy.

They all turn to you as you enter, and you see Bellamy smile at your conjoined hands, glad that one of you has reconciled with their sibling. He walks over to you and keeps close, ready to offer you assistance if you need it. Both you and Clarke look at the large window in the room, opened up to see Earth, the explosion taking over the planet and scorching it to nothing. Sadness grips your heart as you think of the home that’s lost to you, the valley, wiped from the planet. Your house with the window to the sky destroyed.

You and Clarke settle beside Bellamy, and you shift most of your weight to your crutch as Shaw pushes a button to close the window, hiding the destroyed Earth from view. Bellamy turns to address the room, his hand resting on the small of your back, reminding you of his support. “Like our ancestors on the Ark, we're the last of the human race.”

You add, “Our ancestors were wrong. We're not.”

Bellamy nods and lays out the situation for everyone. “412 people on this ship. Thanks to Madi, we saved who could be saved. Now it's our job to keep them alive. How do we do that?”

“Algae?”

Murphy instantly balks at Raven’s suggestion, “Oh, float me now.”

You can’t help but agree, dreading the idea of living off algae for however long it takes. Shaw seems to be on the same page, because he looks to Bellamy and points to the control center in front of him. “Can I?”

Bellamy nods, and Shaw begins, “From what we know about the half life of hythylodium, it'll be at least 10 years before that valley comes back. This ship does have a small water recycler and a few weeks' worth of rations, but that's it. Cryo is the only option. There are 500 pods, which is more than enough for what we need.”

Raven instantly agrees, placing her hand on Shaw’s shoulder. You eye them, noting their closeness, smiling as you realize there must be something between them. “I agree with Shaw. The tech is amazing. We go to sleep, we don't age, we wake the next morning, It's 10 years later. And Bob's your uncle.”

Monty laughs, “I thought you hated that phrase.”

“It's growing on me.”

You turn to Madi, the leader of your group, and shrug. “It's up to you, Madi.”

She looks at you, then Clarke, who nods her agreement with the plan. Madi thinks for a long minute, considering her answer before she decides, “Okay, I guess it's time for bed.”

With the decision made, the mass bedtime begins.

You send the prisoners back to cryo first, all of their pods already programmed and ready for them. Next, it takes a while, but you work on Wonkru, programming the pods for each person and then putting them to sleep. Before you know it, you’re down to a handful of people, everyone saying their goodnights to their loved ones before getting put to bed. Clarke stands next to Madi’s pod, and you stand on the other side, looking down at your niece. She’s dressed down in her Eligius clothes, all of you are, and her hair is out of her signature braids, flowing long and sweeping across her back. You pull Madi into a hug, leaning back to smile at her. “You’re a good Heda, little sun. I’ll see you on the other side.”

“I love you, ani.”

“I love you too.”

And then you look at Clarke, nodding at her, stepping away to give her a moment with Madi. You work on preparing your pod, situated between Bellamy and Clarke’s, leaning against the outstretched bed to keep the weight off your injured leg. You glance to your left, where Bellamy stands near Octavia’s pod, saying his goodnights to her. You program your name into your pod before checking the cubby beside your bed, double checking that your belongings are still inside. Your clothes and shoes, two knives, and one yellow book with blue binding. You smile at everything and close the cubby door, as Bellamy closes the pod on Octavia and Clarke closes the pod on Madi. You turn to face your twin first as she walks over to you. Both of you hug, and when you pull away you whisper, “I love you, Clarke.”

“And I love you.” You feel worry creep into you, wondering if this will actually work. Clarke senses this and smiles, “It’ll feel like no time at all. There’s nothing to worry about.”

You nod and she glances over your shoulder, eyes landing on someone, and you're sure it’s Bellamy. She smiles at you and steps away, giving you two space, just as Bellamy wraps his arms around you from behind, tucking his chin into the crook of your neck. “I hope we dream.”

“If we do, I’ll dream of you.”

Bellamy spins you in his arms, careful of your injuries, until you’re facing him, a goofy smile on his face. “Really?”

“Really.”

He pulls you in for a kiss, soft and sweet, and your body lights up at his touch. Everything about Bellamy makes you feel alive, his love for you making you feel immortal, swimming amongst the stars, spreading light in your wake. Bellamy pulls away and looks down at you, and you can see a flash of worry pass over his face, similar to the one you just had, and you reach up to put your hand on his cheek. “We’ll be okay.”

“Will you still be here when I wake up?”

You nod, smiling at him as you remember the fear you both share. A fear that you likely didn’t help when you almost didn’t make it to the transport ship in time. “Of course I will.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more than the stars.”

He smiles at you, the words making him feel light, as if he’s weightless, carried by your love for him. “In this lifetime and in the next.”

You finish, “Forever.”

The two of you look at each other, mapping your features, memorizing every line and freckle of his face as he memorizes yours. And only when you’re finished, when you feel like you could draw Bellamy from memory, do the two of you pull apart and head to your cryo chambers. Clarke sets the controls for you, vowing to be the last one awake, and you smile at her before turning to look at Bellamy, both of your eyes locked on each other as you are pulled inside the chamber and the glass closes down on you. The last thing you see before you fall into a deep sleep, are Bellamy’s eyes on you, and a grin across his face, lulling you into a sense of security before you slip under.

Your first breath out of cryo feels like the best one you've ever taken.

You blink your eyes open, your gaze falling on a figure beside you.

Clarke.

She stands at our side, smiling down at you, and you sit up, looking around. “Why are we the only ones awake?”

“We aren’t, there’s one more.”

You look at her in confusion, and she points to Bellamy’s pod as it slides out and opens. You hop out of your pod and hobble over to him, still injured, and you smile down at him, your face the first thing he sees when he wakes. He immediately smiles back at you, stretching as he sits up, and kisses you softly, careful of your lingering injuries, frozen in time by cryo. When he pulls away, you watch his eyes move from you to Clarke, his expression pulling into one of contusion. “Why is it just us?”

A voice from behind answers, “That's the way Mom and Dad wanted it.”

The three of you turn to look towards the voice in shock, eyes landing on a boy about your age. You don't recognize him, which is strange, because he looks familiar. “Can I just say, wow. I mean, I can't tell you how good it is to finally meet you. Weird but good. Great, actually.”

The three of you walk towards the boy, and Bellamy asks, “Who are you?

“My name. Right. I didn't tell you my name. Sorry. I've never met anyone before, so, I clearly suck at it.” You all give him a strange look, not understanding his rambling, and he finally says, “I'm Jordan, Monty and Harper's son.”

The information hits you like a train, and you exchange a look with Bellamy and Clarke, the realization hitting you first. “They didn't go to sleep.”

Jordan confirms, “They talked about their time on the ring a lot. Too much, actually. How happy they were there. I guess they wanted to get back to that. Get dressed and come to the bridge. Dad left explicit instructions, wake the trio first, play them the message.”

He starts to walk away, but Clarke calls out, “Hey, wait. How long were we asleep?”

“125 years.”

You all exchange a shocked look, none of you expecting that to be his answer. As soon as he turns to leave the room, the three of you head to the drawers that hold your belongings and change obscenely fast, none of you even bothering to change in different rooms for some semblance of privacy. Once you’re dressed, you all practically run to the bridge, Bellamy and Clarke helping you along, all of you eager to find out what the hell is going on. As soon as Jordan sees the three of you and knows you’re ready, he walks over to a control panel and presses play, and a video pops up on the screen in front of you.

There sits Monty, looking the same as when you saw him last. “Hey, guys, it's been about a year since you all went to bed. Not much to report, really. My algae farm is awesome, no surprise there. I'm able to monitor conditions on the ground using the ship's geologic equipment, so, I'll know when it's safe for us to go back down. Gets a little lonely sometimes without the rest of you, but the peace and quiet is what-”

He gets cut off by Harper stepping into frame, scantily dressed, “Monty, I've been waiting.”

“Harper, wait. I'm in the middle of-”

She cuts him off, leaning in to kiss his neck. “You promised me. We have another 40 staterooms that-”

She turns and finally notices that Monty is recording a message, and she dives off screen, laughing, “Why didn't you tell me?”

Monty looks embarrassed as he shrugs, “Uh...not a lot to do in space.”

And then he ends the transmission as Jordan quips, “I so didn't need to see that.”

The next transmission begins with Monty blocking the camera, but when he steps back, you can see Harper, clearly pregnant, a huge grin on her face. Monty comes to stand beside her and put his arm around her. “Hey, again. Today's the two year anniversary of the long nap, and Harper's been eating a little too much algae.”

“Hilarious.” She turns her adoring gaze away from Monty to address the three of you with a smile. “Hey, guys, um, surprise. We picked a name today. Boy or girl: Jordan.”

You feel emotion reach up and grab your chest, sitting heavy, as you think of the boy with the goggles, a smile always on his face. You glance at Bellamy, and you can see the emotion on his face too, and one look at Clarke confirms that all three of you are affected by the news. On screen, Monty continues, “I think Jasper would like that. Anyway, still no sign the ground is coming back. I wouldn't expect it this soon, so, I'm not worried. We'll check back in next time there's news.”

The screen cuts out for just a second, and the next time it comes back on, a baby is held up to the camera, held in his grinning dad’s arms. The three of you glance at Jordan as Monty announces, “Meet Jordan Jasper Green.”

He cuddles his son close and smiles down at him before looking at the camera. “That's all for now. Harper's resting. We're both good, though. He'll be eight when you meet him, I can't wait to see your faces.”

At the announcement of Jordan's age when you’re supposed to meet him, all of you look towards him again, clearly much older than 8. Sensing this, he turns to look at you and nods. “Things didn't go as planned.”

The next transmission begins, and Monty is back on the screen, looking older, this time alone. “Happy wake up day, 10 years. And since you're watching this sometime in the future, you know now that...that I didn't wake you up. That's because there's still nothing down there. I'm working on the problem. I've told Harper it's to be expected, but, well, that's a lie. This is gonna take a while. Jordan is doing great, though. He's a happy kid. I took a page from Clarke and la lune’s parenting book. He knows all about you guys. Believe it or not, Murphy's his favorite.”

You laugh a little, and Jordan defends himself, “It was a rebellious phase.”

You all turn your attention back to Monty, who finishes, “Anyway, It's gonna be a while. I'll let you know if things change.”

The next transmission begins with Monty and Harper both on screen. They’re much older now, Monty’s hair long and going gray, Harper’s hair is shorter and turning the same light color. Monty’s arms are around her, and they’re both looking into the camera, heartbroken. “Hey, guys. It's been a long time since we recorded one of these. We just put Jordan in cryo. He's a good boy.”

Harper glances at Monty. “Smart like his father.”

Monty counters, “And kind like his mom.” He takes a deep breath and continues, “We chose this life, he didn't. If you're watching this, kiddo, we love you so much. Did you follow my instructions?”

Jordan nods, tears welling up in his eyes, as his dad says, “Assuming he did. Hey you three. We wanted him to wake you first so we could talk. Earth...isn't coming back. You've been asleep for over 28 years and it's as dead as the day we left. I'm working on a plan B, though. If you're awake, that means I found it. I'll see you again when I do.”

Monty reaches for the camera, about to turn it off, but Harper stops him. “Wait, not yet.” And then she looks right into the camera, right at you, Bellamy, and Clarke. “Take care of our boy.”

You all nod, despite the fact they can't see you, but the heartbreak of the transmissions only gets worse. The next time Monty appears on screen, all of his hair is white, and he’s much older than before. His appearance is a shock, and you see Bellamy and Clarke both look at your friend in surprise. “Jordan...your mother died today. She was pretty sick the last few years. Clarke, you were right, her dad's genetic condition finally got her.”

At this point, all three of you are crying, tears falling down your faces as you mourn the loss of Harper. You see Clarke shift beside you, and you reach out to take her hand, knowing she finds no comfort in being right about Harper’s condition. On screen, Monty continues, “We had a good life. Sometimes...I know she wanted to be with you guys. Maybe I did too, but if we did that, I wouldn't be able to show you this. Son.”

Jordan takes the direction, hitting a button to slide open the viewing screen, Earth coming into view. The sun lights it up from the left, and as you all stare down at it, the swirls of blue and green, Monty continues in the background. “It took me 30 years, but I finally cracked the Eligius III mission file. Turns out it wasn't a mining mission. After sucking the Earth dry of oil, they went looking for another planet to tap.”

Just then, the planet rotates, and a second sun appears, revealing to you that what you’re looking at isn't Earth at all. Your jaw drops in shock, and you remember something Shaw said when he first saw the color of your blood in Shallow Valley. “Two suns, no sunscreen needed.”

Bellamy and Clarke look at you in confusion, but they don't get to ask what you’re talking about because Monty's message continues. “I set the coordinates a week ago. If I'm right, you should get there in 75 years. I'm tempted to put myself in cryo to see it, but without Harper…”

He trails off, heartbroken at the loss of his love. “Anyway, it's in the Goldilocks Zone of a binary star system. But that's all I know. Eligius III never radioed back or, if they did, it was after apocalypse one, so, no one heard it. Can you see it? Is it beautiful?”

All three of you nod, looking down at the lush planet, and you feel a pang of heartbreak that he isn't here to see it. “It is in my dreams. I hope we do better there. I hope Jasper was wrong and we aren't the problem. I hope your lives there will be as happy as mine has been. Be the good guys. May we meet again.”

And as he says the words, tears fall down your face again. You, Bellamy, and Clarke all whisper back, “May we meet again.”

Bellamy wraps his arm around you and you wrap yours around Clarke, sandwiched between the two most important people in your life, staring down at a planet that isn't Earth. You drop your head onto Bellamy’s chest, and Clarke wraps her arms around you, the three of you linked as you watch the planet rotate, a rush of hope surging through all of you.

A new planet, a new place to start over, a new life, a new future.

A place to do better.

Home.

END BOOK ONE

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cutegirlmayra · 4 years ago

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*Slurps on ice coffee* ey yo Mayra what's cracking? I need some good ole fashioned protective Sonic of Amy I̶'̶m̶ ̶b̶a̶s̶i̶c̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ . Maybe something like the press or newspaper attack Amy's character which upset her and Sonic defends or tries to comfort her? That'd be great thanks *Puts on shades and skateboards away*

What up, homie? How’s the skate? Don’t get home to late, my man, you know how these streets be at night. OUR TOWN. That’s what’s up! -slaps hand into yours and does a bro-hold-

You can see my response and thinking for this on the Pajama Blogs! (x) Timecode: 28:12

Referencing my fanfiction: Trying to ‘Tap’ into Love

PROMPT REQUESTS ARE ON SHUTDOWN, DO NOT SEND ANY TO ME, please and thank you ;3c

Prompt:

It was a pretty late night. I hadn’t seen Amy so upset before.

Usually, in the past, it wasn’t uncommon for Amy to come rushing to me--arms flung out and moving like a speed train with tears that sprawled into sparkling stars against the sky.

I always, usually, kinda-sorta, caught her and just let her cry it out with an awkward smile to my face.

But this time... Amy wanted to be alone.

That was weird. I first heard about it from Tails, who said that she had been reading some articles about the team and how they’ve said some pretty critiquing things about her... I’ve never really dealt with anything like that.

Joking, completely, I’ve totally had my fair share. But what about Amy? I always figured... well, she came off as pretty independently confident all on her own. I didn’t think she cared that much about what everyone thought of her.

So I was a bit concerned by Tails’s words, but I thought nothing of it. Waved it off as a momentary sadness for her, after all, this was Amy! She could bounce back from anything.

If it was really serious, I figured she would have come charging after me like before.

The stars weren’t here tonight... odd.

Sorry, where was I? Oh, yeah. The second time I heard anything a little more alarming was from Knuckles. Apparently, Amy had come to seek some solace from the unconditionally loving Chao--now this had been a solid day and half since I’ve heard about the incident of her wanting to be alone after reading some bad commentary on her--and she would shake the chao away from clinging to her.

He said he didn’t get it, cause she used to love to cuddle them and they all were really hurt by her wanting to keep her distance and just pat their heads.

Now, if anything were to set me and Knuckles off, it was that.

His face was so strained as he talked to me about it, I’ve never seen Knuckles trying to hold back so much worry and anger before. He said he tried to go over and give her a piece of his mind, but when she turned around, her eyes were vacant of anything but tears.

“It looked like she thought she had done something wrong before she even did it.” He stated, “I didn’t have the heart to continue yelling at her, so I just shooed her away, telling her to pick on someone else if she was feeling that crummy.”

“Harsh, Knuckles. Harsh.” I joked, but there was a low-key truth to what I said. “Tails said something about harsh comments on some articles she likes to read about us.” The old alter of the Master Emerald’s shrine was as stony and gravely as ever. The little pieces of chipped pebbles always grinded and dug themselves under my fur and into my skin every time I sat there, but Knuckles acted like nothing ever phased his tough skin.

I was acting kinda tough, too... to be real honest with you.

Knuckles huffed, grumbling as he picked up some berry juice he had squashed into a half-coconut bowl and passed one over to me. “Doesn’t excuse telling a kid they can’t hold ya.” He was right... but then again...

“Maybe she just didn’t want the sympathy.” It was hard to look at it from a girl’s point of view, I didn’t quite understand what would tip her over the edge like that. Maybe they said she wasn’t pretty enough..? Ehh..?

“Girls really care about how others view them, you know?” I took a sip. It did in fact taste good, and I leaned back to let the slight acidy feel tingle against my throat as its favorable burst went down the ol’pipe. “Ahh~ That’s the spot!”

“...I don’t think you should be acting so carefree about this, Sonic.”

His sudden tone made me stop enjoying the berry sensation and look back to him, a little surprised but not by much. Knuckles always chose the direct route in any conversation, it’s what made him so easy and frustrating to talk to.

I smiled and closed my eyes, putting a foot down a step to stretch it out and sighed.

“...Yeah. I know.”

“If you know, then why don’t you do something about it!?” Knuckles, always ready to pull his voice out and speak up when he sees something he doesn’t like. “The very fact that she’s a girl means you should do somethin’ about it! Girls aren’t meant to mope about, they gotta be treated decently! Ain’t that half your job?!” ...Still, it made me like him like that. He was a good guy, and had the real makings of a hero--at least, to my standards--and a good friend at that!

“Half, huh?” I took another sip. Did everyone think me and Amy were something more..? After all these years, I hadn’t the slightest clue. Seems everyone else held a standard in their mind about it though...

“I’m serious! Aren’t you planning to do something about it?”

“Am I?” I smirked, not liking to be asked direct questions about myself. I took the coconut drink down and set it to the side, getting up and stretching my arm out in a few simple gestures. Spreading it across my chest and pulling it with my other hand, then twisting my torso right and down as I put the other arm back and used the one I’d momentarily stretched to reach sky high with it. “Boy, that feels good!”

“Grr... Sonic... if you’re making fun of this, I’ll-!” Before getting Knuckles too wound up, seeing him lift his fists again, I flicked myself in my usual--Sonic Charm~

I winked and wiggled my pointer finger, turning one leg to be slightly bent as I was about to speed off anyway.

I had heard what I wanted too, now time to do some more digging before investigating it right at it’s source.

“Don’t worry so much, Knuckles! Like I’d ever leave Amy to her own assumptions.” I still wasn’t sure what she was struggling with... but wanting to be alone and not have anyone clinging to her in affection?

Didn’t sound like Amy Rose to me.

While heading to dart off the island, I stopped by the chao and asked them what their story was.

Squatting down, I think I mustered up enough of my expertise in games to figure out their charaded play. It seems the chao could tell something was off from Amy’s usual, cheery nature. To try and help, they tried to swarm her as she usually did with endless hugs, but she delicately plucked each one off at a time and set them back down.

All she wanted was to sit, looking sadly between her arms and legs--I’m guessing the chao were trying to do the fetal upright position but their budgy bodies just can’t do it.--and pat their heads.

It made them uncomfortable to not be able to love on her, I assumed, and they continued to show me great concern as they held my arms in different places and showed me their adorable eyes.

“I get it, don’t worry, Amy’s gonna be just fine.” I smiled the best I could, but hearing... well, seeing their side of the story really... heh, opened my eyes?

Puns. Always a defense mechanism when you don’t intend to use them that way.

Something had me wanting to wait before I saw Amy again, though. Usually, that wasn’t like me, but I wanted a bigger picture.

I sped over to Cream’s and Vanilla’s, where I thought more insight might be had.

Tails had already called them, doing his own work to try and collect the pieces before directly asking Amy. We all knew Amy could be a bit... Nah, I won’t say it. But we wanted a better idea before we approached her about it.

Just safer that way...

I rubbed my head, remembering how easily one could fall into that hammer’s swing if they didn’t word things a bit more carefully, as Cream and Vanilla recounted Amy’s strange melancholy behavior, and how she wanted to seem less-

“Feminine?” That threw me for a loop, and trust me, I’ve had my fair share of running through loops.

“Well, not quite.” Vanilla was sitting on her lovely coach with Cream and Cheese sitting adjacent but slightly on her lap. She looked down at Cream who held her chin up a moment, wanting to be polite as she addressed me.

I did my best to hold a steady and kind eye-contact, but I could tell she was struggling to admit what she heard and saw.

“Miss Amy kept asking me strange questions. Like... Was she too much on something. I didn’t understand and she kept insisting I shouldn’t coddle her or lie to her. I didn’t know how to take that... I would never lie to Miss Amy! I just... didn’t understand what she wanted from me.”

It pained me to see that Amy had hurt someone from her own insecurities.

That was everything Amy stood against, and that’s when I knew this was getting out of hand.

I had let her be for a day just to see if she would either work it out on her own or come crying to me... but she hadn’t done either.

She was now hurting those close to her... and so it was time to intervene.

“Thank you for telling me that, Cream.” I purposefully spoke as tenderly as I could, “I’m sure that was hard for you. I’m very grateful you told me what happened.”

She buried herself into her mother’s chest, still hurt, and that drove a powerful fire through me.

That does it, Amy.

You don’t hurt people when you’re injured.

You come to someone stronger to help heal you if you can’t do it yourself.

At the time, I was really upset. Amy must have been polarized by the media.

They call her too traditional? Is that why she wanted to be more ‘tough’ like? Too protected? Too appeased?

Feminine... did she feel like a damsel in distress instead of our trusted friend?

I was trying to keep my head leveled, but I ended up closing my eyes during my run and letting the night’s air beat against me to try and cool myself off before finding her.

She wasn’t home, I checked the windows. No lights.

Unless she was sitting the dark, Amy always had a reading light on. She only turned every light off in her house when she was going to bed, so she could see the stars and feel like we were watching them together, no matter if we were far apart or not.

I looked to see she hadn’t any dirty dishes in the sink, and while peeking through the window, I noticed her drapes were down as well. That means she hadn’t been cooking or baking, and that she hadn’t opened the windows and pulled the drapes to let the smells carry, hoping I’d catch wind of it and invite myself in for a dinner with her.

I sped over to the city, thinking maybe she went on one of those ‘journey walks’ where she just window shops but ends up buying too many bags and waiting for me to bolt by and help her with them. She liked to think and experience things outside the home too... but I didn’t see her struggling with shopping bags anywhere.

She wasn’t watching Twinkle Park’s lights from her favorite outdoor restaurant, or purposefully losing her hat in hope’s I’d somehow see it and return it to her. She wasn’t sitting on her favorite spot with her favorite outdoor umbrella with her typical strawberry and vanilla shake and pretending she was too cold to finish it, bundling up and hoping I’d make a move and pull her closer or something.

She wasn’t in the fields where she’d pick flowers with Cream, or stare up at the clouds and reminisce about old times and stories we used to tell each other, or have her head on a bed of flowers so butterflies would come and sit on her still face as she dreamed of a future with me in it. Waiting for me to zip by and have the butterflies spread out and fly through my backdraft as the air around where I just blazed through would slowly return to a even, equilibrium.

She wasn’t anywhere I usually found her at.

I came up to my last spot I could think of. Why was this so hard? Amy could find me in a heartbeat... which... I couldn’t quite feel right now because it was fluttering dangerously like my shaky breaths.

I kept a strong look on my face, simply because I was worried my fear at not finding her would leak through and make her feel bad about being too well hidden.

I didn’t want her to feel bad... I didn’t want her to be alone for this long.

It had been the dark of the second day... I just wanted to see her. Make sure she was okay...

That anger that once fueled me was now popping in sparks of concern that made me walk around the rolling hills of Green Hill zone.

If she wasn’t here... looking for me... then I truly didn’t know where she was.

Eggman... would have been my next guess.

That, or Amy was replaced by a robot of his and was terrorizing the living daylights out of her friends!

... It was concerning. I wouldn’t worry. I couldn’t worry... Amy wasn’t a little girl anymore and hateful, spiting comments were to be expected when you live in the spotlight.

But I was just wanting to know where she was... how she was... It was starting to drive me crazy.

“Where are you... Amy?” I looked up to the sky, blank and black, and I didn’t like the omen it sent me. Like chills down my fur, the wind finally got to me. I felt the cold... empty world for the first time... realizing Amy was out in it without me.

Was she without her coat? Was she silently re-reading those awful articles?

‘Amy... Amy... Hear me... You’re not alone.’ My thoughts channeled through to my feet and I kept searching, darting here to there, scouting out east and west, north to south was like zig-zagging till every blade swayed left and right to make sure she wasn’t hiding somewhere in it’s darkened shade...

A crescent moon... not a full one. She liked the full moon.

‘Amy...’

As I ran through a rather flattened terrain of another zone, I watched to the side of me how the treelined slimmed down and the edge of the world rose up on a hill... that soon became a mountain.

Blocking my view... of any light the night could have brought to her.

She only liked the dark when she was about to sleep... it’d be too dark to really see her way home, soon.

I had confidence she knew her way home, that the world wasn’t that dangerous... but I wondered if her mind could be.

‘Amy...’ I bit down my teeth, charging forward in a streak of blue.

“AMMMMYYY!!!!”

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As though hearing something in the distance, I raised my head and looked back over my shoulder.

Something kept telling me Sonic was looking for me... but I wondered if that was true this time.

I turned my solemn head with a sigh back to the last shred of light from the fading sun... I felt like... if I got any closer, I would feel it’s warmth envelop me completely... and I’d disappear from this world.

All these awful words in my head would cease, all this terrible feeling of not being enough, or too much, or just dull and unwanted... I wanted it all to go away.

I had cried and thought so much, self-reflected to the point of not even knowing where I was or how far I had traveled off too.

Tails said I was acting too sensitive to words that random people that didn’t even know me had said. Knuckles yelled at me when I tried to change my behavior so I wasn’t what those people had written about. Cream even got tongue-tied trying to voice her own thoughts about me... and ended up just saying something to ‘feed my ego’ as they put it.

No... Cream wouldn’t do that. Tails wouldn’t try and be so dismissive of me like they said they all are. Knuckles... Okay, Knuckles is loud and yells a lot, but he meant well..!

She groaned and let herself flop back to lay against the cold grass, still holding her arms around herself as she was getting terribly cold in her heartache.

Knuckles just didn’t like how the chao were reacting to my new behavior... it’s understandable they would have been apprehensive to me trying to love them a little less directly... But practicing my new, refined self on them didn’t seem to have any good effects...

Maybe I’m overthinking... but I just want someone to tell me... I’m alright.

She put her arms over her eyes, refusing to look up at such a dark and ugly sky tonight.

“I just-” she sniffed, feeling the hot tears break through her already stained, sticky cheeks full of her earlier dried tears again. “I just want someone to tell me I’m perfect the way I am..!”

A sound arrowed itself into a bow along the plain of where Amy was, a sound that soared through her like a sonicboom that cracked through to her heart and made her sit up, looking as though with outrageous hope towards the last lowering light of the sun’s touch...

The grassy hill behind her seemed to have made a sound like something was moving quickly across it’s tundra... like something was refusing to let her sit in the quietness to let her thoughts overwhelm and consume her.

Her thoughts could hear someone calling her name...

“Sonic..?”

She lightly whispered his name out.

Then, as though pushing her lips back to not bother him, but wanting more than anything to jump into his arms-!

“SOOONIICCC!!!”

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He zoomed back to the sound, his eyes raising as though elated to finally get a trace of her.

And those tears that sparkled and lit up the entire night sky with stars...

And those arms that reached out for him, as though stretching on for eternity... a never-ending yearning he always accepted, granted a little half-heartedly, but never refused.

That scene was forever imprinted on him... and he wasn’t letting Amy leave his sights till she was her usual, teasingly flirty and emotionally unbreakable, spirited and youthful self again!

#The pining..!!!! The yearning..!!! Ahhh!!!#sonamy #sonicxamy #cutegirlmayra #sonic prompt #sonamy prompt #sonamy hurt/comfort #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose

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blackhakumen · 3 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #832: Family (Sonic)

12:20 p.m. at Emerald Coast...

Vanilla: (Sighs Relaxingly While Sitting Next to Vector on a Towel Together) I'm so glad we finally got the chance to do this~

Vector: (Smiles Relaxingly) Tell me about it. The beach here is great. Kind of reminds me of that Seaside place the boys and I went to in the past.

Vanilla: Is that so? Did you boys had fun there?

Vector: (Starts Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Ehhhhh.....I wouldn't exactly call our experience there "fun" or anything....The most we did there finding those dumb hermit crabs around the whole the area...

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly) Oho my~ What makes you wanna do something like that?

Vector: (Starts Rolling his Eyes in Annoyance at the Memory) Our past client made us do it. In fact, he made us do all sorts of missions during that time: Finding Keys, Get Undetected by Giant Frogs and Airships, and so many other crazy crap. It wasn't really long till I found out the client in question, was Eggman the entire time. Didn't even give us our pay afterwards.....

Vanilla: (Immediately Feels Bad for her Boyfriend While Laying her Head onto the Side of his Arm) I am so sorry you had to go through all of that, dear. (Starts Glaring at the Thought of Eggman) That scientist has been nothing but trouble from the very beginning. I still remember the day when he first kidnapped me.....

Vector: (Turns to Vanilla) Oh yeah. Sonic told me about that a long while ago. (Frowns a Bit Sadly) I'm sorry he put you through all of that....

Vanilla: (Smiles Softly While Snuggling up on Vector's Arm) It's okay, Vector-Kins. It all happened a long time ago and Sonic was able to save me during that time. (Starts Shivering a Little in Fear) Though, I did developed a fear of falling from the sky shorty after......

Vector: (Nodded in Agreement) I fell ya, 'hon. Went sky diving once....(Starts Shivering in Fear as Well) Never wanna do it again.

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly) Oho honey~ It's okay. (Gives Vector a Kiss on the Cheek) We won't be doing that anytime soon. I promise.

Vector: (Smiles Sheepishly While Blushing) Thanks, babe~

'Sounds of Waves and Seagulls'

Vector: Hey.... Vanilla?

Vanilla: Yes, dear?

Vector: I know I may not the strongest croc in the world, but.....(Turns to Vanilla with a Determined Look on his Face) I'll do everything I can to not let that Eggface or anyone else harm you and this family.

Vanilla: (Almost at a Loss of Words) Vector, I.......Where does all of this coming from?

Vector: (Shrugs a Little) Ehh...It came out of nowhere is all. I've been thinking about the incident you had with the doctor just now. And, well, it....(Starts Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forward Again) Kinda made me wanna protect you guys more, you know? Make sure you all are safe and sound

Vanilla: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) Oh Vector......(Gives her Boyfriend a Loving Hug) You're such a sweet, considerate man. But please don't try and carry this burden all by yourself. (Puts on a Determined Look of her Own) I want to protect you all too!

Vector: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Shock) You're serious?

Vanilla: (Simply Nodded) Mmhmm. I may not be much of a fighter nowadays, but I'll still do whatever it takes to be there for this family. I'll even try and go back to biker phase if it'll be enough to keep all of you safe.

Vector: (Burst out Laughing) Your biker phase?

Vanilla: (Starts Pouting at Vector) Don't you dare start laughing at me, Vector the Crocodile! I'm being very serious here!

Vector: (Starts Calming Himself Down) I know. I know. I'm sorry about that. It's just....('Sigh') You really are an amazing woman, you know that?

Vanilla: (Sighs as Well) Thank you. (Smiles Softly While Placing Her Hands onto her Boyfriend's Cheeks) But I think you're amazing too, dear. I love you so much~

Vector: (Smiles Softly at his Girlfriend) I love you more~

The couple was about to kiss each other on the kiss, until.......

????: I WANNA PROTECT YOU ALL TOOOO!~ (Rushes Over and Hugs Vector and Vanilla Lovingly)

Vector: (Chuckles Lightly) What's this now?

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly While Recognizing that Very Familiar Voice) You're back already, Cream?

Cream: (Happily Nodded While Espio, Charmy, and Cheese Follow Behind) Mmhmm. And we've heard almost everything you two were talking about. (Puts on a Determined Look on her Face) I'll do my very best to be strong enough to keep this family safe!

Espio: (Nodded in Agreement) As will I. You all have been very important to me from the very beginning. (Smiles Softly) The least I can do is to train hard enough to protect this family.

Cream: (Pouts at Espio While Wagging her Finger at Him) Not too hard!

Espio: ('Sigh') Yes, Cream...I won't train myself too hard. Like I promised.

Cream: (Smiles Brightly) Thank you.

Charmy: (Already Has a Determined Look on his Face While Rising his Fists Up) That's right!! Any crooks who wanna mess with us, will have our fists to answer!!!

Cheese: (Nodded in Agreement) Chao ChaoChao Chao ChaoChaoChao!!!

Vanilla: (Smiles Sheepishly) I don't think using that kind of power would be necessary, Cheese dear?

Vector: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) What kind of power are we talking here?

Vanilla: Well.....(Starts Whispering into Vector's Ears)

Vector: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) My god! He can do THAT!?

Vanilla: You'd be surprised by how many abilities the Chaos can make with proper care and development.

Cheese: (Simply Nodded Chao....

Vector: I see.....(Smiles Softly at the Kids) Still, we can't thank you kids enough for caring that much about us.

Vanilla: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm. So let's do our very best to look after each other. As a family!

Cream/Charmy/Cheese: (Happily Cheers) YEAH!!!/CHAO CHAO!!

Espio: (Nodded in Agreement) Roger.

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#sonic series #vector the crocodile #vanilla the rabbit #cream the rabbit #espio the chameleon #charmy bee #cheese the chao #dr eggman (mentioned)#sonic (mentioned)#cute romance #a bit of humor #sweet family moment #vanilla x vector #chaotix family

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jjuzoir · 4 years ago

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Match Maker | s. banri

request: “Hello! I personally really love your writing and your whole aesthetic is my dream lol 👉👈 Can I request a scenario where reader and Banri are best friends since childhood? You can turn it into best friends to lovers kind of thing if you feel like it. I’m personally a huge fan of best friends to lovers aus, they just,,, melt my heart 🥺 Thank you so much, please don’t feel like you have to rush it and take your time! 💞” from anon

a/n: i accidentally deleted your anon but i managed to save the request itself sooryy^^ i am so sorry it’s taken me so long omg 🥺 i love you sooo much anonie 💕✨ i love f2l so much too it’s so cute just seeing people who love each other being able to be with each other is !!! ahhh ✨💕 i really enjoyed working on it and i’m really happy with it hhhh thank you sm for requesting ilysm ahhh

word count: 2973

There were many perks to being friends with Banri, he was funny and nice when he wanted to be— he’d help you out with homework and never let you down; if there was one thing you could always count on Banri to be it was determined and loyal. But there were downsides to it too like the looks you’d get for hanging out with a guy with such a shitty reputation, the way he’d always get into fights, or seeing him waste his life away due to lack of interest. There were the multiple fights you had to endure, patching him after he got his ass beaten to a pulp the first few times.

But you wouldn’t trade him for the world. You had stuck with him through so many things, so many phases and bruises, beginnings and ends, you knew him like the back of your hand and you knew how hard it was for him to live such an “easy” life. He liked a challenge, something to work hard towards, something worth fighting for— so he could relish in the satisfaction, but that something never came. When everything comes easy you can never really bask in satisfaction; the afterglow after a succeeding.

Maybe at first, you guessed, Banri did enjoy it but he soon grew tired; everything was easy, too easy. How could he enjoy a life with no challenges when what he liked the most was a challenge?

That’s why when he joined the Mankai company you were ecstatic, finally a non-destructive hobby after years of fights and punches. It was why you didn’t mind distancing yourself from him, to let Settsu enjoy himself and get to know theater— you guessed you just didn’t know how far was enough, leading you to grow farther away than either of you expected; than either of you needed.

Looking back, Banri was somewhat grateful; he knew had you stuck around he wouldn’t have been able to concentrate with the growing feelings he had blooming in his chest.

He realized his feelings for you weren’t the same when texting you wasn’t enough, when meeting you at school wasn’t enough; when he realized that he wanted more. He never took into account how often you two would be together, it felt so natural, there was never a second thought or a minute to imagine what would happen if your routine were to change. After school and during breaks, you’d always be together chatting away; to not have you there by his side as often was weird. It wasn’t as if he never saw you but whenever you left he felt a bitter feeling in his mouth, it left him feeling unsatisfied. What was once a friendship that lasted 24 hours a day soon shortened into a relationship that would last as long as school breaks would allow.

He hoped that once he quit the troupe— after making his point known to Juza, he’d be able to go back to his routine with you, perhaps confess or just let it go, he just wanted to ditch acting and see where you two would go. But he never really quit and so the distance between you two became bigger.

You never grew estranged, neither of you would’ve been able to live without the other by this point— 14 years of friendship, of familiarity and comfort, can’t go down the drain like that. To you Banri was the need for a future, for excitement and adventure, and to him, you were home, nostalgic and known. But going from hanging around each other everyday to almost once in a blue moon, it hit hard and it hit roughly.

By the third performance, you and him could barely meet in person— you had joined clubs while he practiced, your classes weren’t the same and your part time job started demanding more attention; so all you could do was text. He hated texting, you could never really express your tone and feelings properly, but your relationship— or what remained of it, now hung on a thin thread of texts. It was weird, heart breaking almost, to see the shell that remained of your friendship.

It was around that time Banri realized he needed to act on his feelings for you, it was when he realized he could lose you.

He didn’t know how to confront you about it— the boy you had been hanging out around, he’d seen you two, heard the rumors of a possible romance, but he never confronted you. Blue eyes could only watch in confusion as the situation unfolded itself; you two were 17, not kids anymore, it’d be weird for him to pop in one day and demand for you to explain yourself to him. Banri wasn’t delusional, he knew you didn’t owe him an explanation.

Izumi noticed the uncertainty and hesitation in him, how something or someone was bothering him. It was soon after that his discomfort was known to the rest of the company and they grew confused and concerned— some more worried than others. It was her who ended up confronting Banri, she had to convince the dyed blond to not threaten the young boy with behavior and discipline.

Even through his short answers and cold stare it didn’t take the brunette long to understand what was bothering him.

“So, you like your best friend?” Izumi’s pink eyes were tinted with understanding and pity as she looked at the young boy.

However, Banri was too prideful to answer, instead opting to roll his eyes in acknowledgment.

“Well, why don’t you say something about it?”

“[Name] doesn’t owe me an explanation,” he muttered, he had thought about it but really— he was also afraid; if you were dating that boy then it meant his feelings were one sided and he could ruin your trust, make you feel like you had a babysitter or a possessive friend, and accidentally reveal the feelings he had only recently begun to acknowledge.

“I guess you’re right, but you owe yourself closure,” Izumi states straight into his eyes, “Just try talking to them about it.”

“Hmph…”

He stared at your contact name for a while before pressing it that night, he spent at least 14 minutes typing and re-typing what he wanted to send, never before had he been so self conscious when talking to you.

As he laid buried within his covers, only the soft light of his phone shining, he realized how important you were to him; he couldn’t fuck up.

‘Hey, our next performance is next week wanna come??????’

Once he had settled for a text and was ready to press send he heard a deep, and extremely annoying, voice coming from beside him.

“Delete some question marks, it makes you look desperate.”

“Fuckin’- were you reading my texts?” Banri barked at the golden eyed boy, what was that creep doing getting into his conversation with you?

“Kinda hard not to when you’ve got your ringer on, this isn’t a coming of age movie turn that shit off, iss’ annoying.” Juza grumbled before shoving his head between his pillows and Banri swore the small wooden panel separating both of their beds was suddenly asking to be used as a murder weapon.

“Fuck off, Hyodo.”

‘Hey, our next performance is next week wanna come over??’

“You are gonna give them their tickets, right?”

“Of course I am, I ain’t some sort of asshole!” Settsu could swear every time Juza opened his mouth he lost 10 years of his lifespan.

“Ya’ sure about that?”

“Say it to my fuckin’ face, eh?”

‘Hey, I got some tickets for our next performance if you wanna come??’

“Is that better, dick head?” Banri shoved his phone at the purple haired boy causing him to swat his hand away.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Whatever-? You know what, choke on my dick.”

“Come on, I’ve sucked candy bigger than your dick, Settsu, I ain’t chokin’ on a pickle.”

He was surprised that you answered so quickly a short and simple ”Oh my god!!! Yes!!” that had sent his heart into super sonic speed. He guessed that, if Izumi was right and he did like you, that it made sense- and if he had to be honest, really had to be, you could say he didn’t mind the way his heart fluttered around his chest.

‘Come over early and I’ll give them to you’

“And they say chivalry is dead.” Juza grumbled into his pillow, earning a smack from Banri.

A week later and you were standing in front of the Mankai dorm waiting for him, you had to admit that- although sudden, the invite did make you quite happy, even if you both didn’t talk as often you still cared deeply about him.

While you stood outside waiting, however, inside the dorm Banri was getting one final pep talk from Izumi before he asked you out- or tried to at least.

“I get it! Izumi, stop nagging already,” blue eyes rolled as the older woman went over the plan.

“I am not nagging, Settsu! I am simply making sure you don’t screw up!” She shrieked, she was this close to setting you up with Juza out of spite.

“Look, I’m fine,” he assured her, “I’ll just tell ‘em how I feel and if they say yes then good and if they say no then whatever- it’s not like we won’t talk if I’m rejected.” Right?

“Hey, Neo delinquent, you shouldn’t leave your date waiting,” Yuki grumbled as he nodded over to the door, “Poor thing’s been there for half an hour, let it in already.”

“Yuki! Don’t talk about [Name] like they’re a dog!” Izumi scolds the middle schooler.

“Whatever, just worried they’re gonna catch a cold.” He shrugs before leaving the room, if you ended up sick you’d only have those two to blame.

“Okay, now go- go!” Izumi pushed the tall boy before running off to hide behind the wall, just in case.

Banri takes note of his sweaty hands and scolds himself; keep it together. He shakes his head and opens the door to find you waiting for him.

In the second it took you to process the opened door, Banri felt himself fall in love with you. After not seeing each other in person since the start of the new semester, it dawned on him how much he yearned to be with you.

“Banri, I missed you!” You throw your arms around your friend, you were excited— it had been weeks since you’d last seen him and you missed him, even if you two didn’t talk as much there was never a day you didn’t think of him in some way.

“[Name],” he ruffled your hair, his eyes softening as he looked at you, “I missed you too.”

“I’m so excited,” you pulled away from him, looking him straight in the eyes, “I was so worried I wouldn’t get tickets, I really wanted to see you act again!”

“Tch, ain’t you a fan?” He teases you, making way for you to come inside the dorms and you gladly do. It had been months since you last came, but it still looked and felt the same; he felt and looked the same, he looked smarter though, more mature and put together.

“You’re talking as if I wouldn’t come see my best friend.” You smile up at him and he feels his heart clench in his chest at your words.

As he leads you to the living room he wonders if he should actually tell you— unlike most things in his life, you were always there, no matter what he was doing you’d always stuck around him. Ever since you were young, Banri can’t remember a time where you weren’t there and, honestly, he didn’t want to.

His silence catches your attention and you decide to speak up; “So, how have things been?”

“Ah, good, they’ve been good,” he coughs, he felt stupid getting nervous over this- he should just get it out as fast as possible, “and you?”

“Things ‘ve been well, kinda weird without you around.” You admit awkwardly as you sit down on the couch.

He nods, a smile gracing his lips as he thinks about how to lead the conversation where he needs it to be. He remembers Izumi’s words and advice, he deserved closure and, maybe it was selfish of him but, he wanted a relationship with you too. He really, really wanted a relationship with you.

“[Name]?” He speaks out, his voice wavering slightly and if he could he’d beat himself up for it. Hearing the uncertainty behind his words you almost shoot up from your seat in worry.

“Yeah?”

“I- I know it’s sudden and,” he takes a deep breath, “it’s gonna sound weird but I, uh- realized somethin’.”

You nod confused, you were listening to him and you wanted him to continue; that’s the moment he realized he’d need to fold whatever pride he had left and throw it in the air if he wanted to know the truth.

“It’s very weird and if it makes you uncomfortable it’s okay! It’s just, I've heard about you goin’ out with someone and I wanted to know if-?”

“Oh! You mean Rin, right? No, don’t worry, he’s dating someone; we’re just friends!” You laugh as you explain.

“Oh, good.” Even with his, albeit limited compared to other members, acting experience he couldn’t quite hide the relief that washed over his face and body at the revelation.

“Why do you wanna know? Worried you’re gonna lose me?” You tease but the words he uttered next made you do a double take his way.

“Yeah, actually- funny you’d say that.” He sighs before looking around the room, “I didn’t invite you just for the tickets, [Name], I-I wanted to tell you something… I like you.”

You feel the blood rushing to your ears and spread through your cheeks, you were sure you were practically heating up the room just from your blushing alone.

“You like me?” You ask him, you were extremely flattered and the thought that a guy like Banri liked you was nice. You liked him, you’ve liked him for a pretty long time but were too afraid to say anything so for him to, after so many years, tell you he liked you was straight out of a shojo manga.

“Yeah, it’s okay if you feel weird, I just wanted to say it, ya’ know?” He avoids your eyes and you quickly piece together the rest. He’d been acting weird, all shy and nervous, his texts were kinda dry, and even when you did meet in the hallway he had been acting off… was it all because he liked you?

“Banri, I- wow, me too,” you stutter, fidgeting with your fingers slightly at his confused face, “I kinda like you too.”

“Ya’ do?” It was his turn to jump from his seat at your words, his heart knocking against his chest as if it were about to explode from the override of emotions he was feeling at your words.

“Yeah, it’s embarrassing,” you laugh, “but I’ve liked you for some time now, I’m surprised you didn’t notice.”

His signature cocky smile is back on his face as soon as you say it and you wish you could take it back so he wouldn’t tease you, but would it really be Banri if he didn’t make fun of you even just a little bit.

“Shoulda’ known, no one can resist me.” He plopped himself next to you and you shove him slightly.

“Yeah, no one can resist you and your bowl cut.”

“You said it looked good!” He glares at you but you know he isn’t angry at all.

“Yeah when we were like 10?” You ruffle his hair, the soft strands gliding through your fingers and Banri is sure that if he had a tail it’d be wagging.

“Ya? Well why d’ya like me if I got a stupid bowl cut?” He grabs your hand and levels himself to look you in the eyes.

“Because you’re smart,” you lean closer and peck his lips, “and cute, even with that shitty hair.”

“You can’t insult me and compliment me like that! You're gonna give me whiplash, geez.” His eyes widen at your actions and he blushes a deep pink, and you do your best to memorize that look knowing it was rare.

“Ew, the NEO delinquent is flirting on our couch,” you both hear a whine from behind you two and you jump startled, “Now we’ve gotta clean it up.”

“We’d appreciate it if you kept the PDA minimal with the kids here, Settsu.” Sakyo glares at the young man, you could almost miss the soft smile as he watched his leader finally look like himself again.

“So, [Name], you two dating or what?” Izumi pokes her head out of her hiding spot, going straight to the point.

“Please, he probably didn’t even give ‘em the tickets.” Juza makes his way through the small crowd and into the kitchen area.

“Yes I did-“

“No you did not.” You correct him, causing the actor to blush even redder at your words.

“Told ya’.”

“Cut it off you guys!” The director scolded everyone in the room, too excited at the newly formed couple to care about much else, “Are you two dating?”

“I think we are.” You look at Banri who looked back at you, his scowling face softening until a smile broke out.

“We are.” He confirms, giving you a kiss on the cheeks with a smile and you feel light on your feet with excitement.

“I should start a match-making agency or something.” Izumi giggles at her comment, proud to finally have helped the young boy.

“With your dating life? Please.” Sakyo laughs at the younger woman.

#—🎀 a3!#a3!#a3 #act addict actors #a3 x reader #a3 banri #banri #a3 banri x reader #banri settsu #banri settsu x reader #banri x reader #—✒️ sora’s scripts #—📨 request #—💌 mysterious messenger!

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