#won't even admit that he misses her but y'know

[dreadwo1f]

bites.

closing his book , " resorting to barbaric acts to get my attention ? my, aren't we feeling quite desperate. " and he pointedly gazed down at her

[007chan]

#PROGRESS

after hearing hanni groan for the sixth time, sunoo finally turns off his phone to look at the (extremely annoyed) girl. "yes hanni?"

hanni sits up from where she's laying down on sunoos bed to glare at the boy, "you are so annoying." she says, kicking sunoos side lightly. sunoo scoffs at her remark focusing his attention back to his phone, "i won't hesitate to kick you out y'know."

he sees hanni roll her eyes in his peripheral vision, "what are you even doing anyway?" sunoo doesn't reply, he just keeps staring at the bright screen of his phone. the contact of the boy he so badly wants to talk to stares back at him tauntingly.

he feels hanni kick his side again but he's too in his head to even care. the last time he saw riki was 9 days 16 hours 14 minutes and 57 seconds ago, not that he's been counting or anything. he feels a lump form in his throat when he remembers what last encounter was. he feels his chest tighten uncomfortably as he thinks about how coldy riki looked at him.

he's in the middle of considering pathetically stalking rikis twitter again when a hand snatches his phone from his grip, "seriously sunoo, you're two seconds away from burning holes in this thing." hanni waves his phone around with a sly smile.

he hears a snicker to the left of him and turns to glare at the owner of the sound. "yang jungwon, watch yourself." sunoo holds back a smile as jungwon nods and salutes to him before turning his gaze back to his phone.

sunoo feels a hand poke his ribcage softly making him huff in annoyance. he turns over and falls onto his back on his bed, "yes hanni?" he asks, sighing dramatically. the girl doesn't respond, she just keeps poking his side until she gets a laugh out of him, "what's up, buttercup?"

rolling his eyes at the nickname sunoo turns on his side to face hanni again. unable to make eye contact, sunoo stares down at his hands. the action reminding him again of riki. his thoughts get clouded with the memory of their first real hang out together. he remembers big riki's hand felt compared to his. how warm the youngers hands were in contrast to his own. that despite how sunoo practically dragged him along, riki's grip on his hand was nothing but gentle. he held him so delicately like he thought if he was too rough sunoo would break. quietly, almost like a whisper, he finally says the one thing he's been thinking for the past nine days, "i miss riki." he feels his cheeks burn. admitting that was more embarrassing than he expected.

hanni scoffs at him, lightly tossing sunoos phone onto his nightstand. the action almost felt as if she was taking riki away from him. "riki this, riki that, riki riki riki. i swear all you ever talk about is riki these days." she says, judgement clear in her tone.

sunoo snarls, earning a laugh from the girl, "what, it's true! i hear more about this riki kid than jay." she makes a face as she says jay's name, as if saying it is a bad omen.

sunoo rolls onto his stomach with a loud sigh. "i dunno i just," he shut his eyes tightly, he thinks maybe if he has them shut long enough riki will magically appear in front of him. he opens his eyes at the sound of a snort only to see hanni making a smug face at him. defensively he continues, "he was fun to hang around with, you know? i'm getting sick of you guys," he gestures to jungwon and hanni with a lazy wave of his hand, "plus, it's always good to socialize."

he sees jungwon roll his eyes in his peripheral vision., "yeah, socialize." sunoo turns his head to look at the younger, raising an eyebrow at him. "i mean come on," jungwon gives sunoo a look, wiggling his eyebrows at him suggestively.

confused, sunoo furrows his eyebrows, a small frown etched on his face. jungwon stares at sunoo with an annoyed expression before groaning loudly. he watches as jungwon rolls himself off the bed, landing on the hardwood floor with a big thud, "i quit!" he hears from the floor.

unable to bring himself to check on the younger boy, sunoo buries his face in his hands. he really really misses riki right now.

he's about two minutes into his recent daily routine of wallowing in self pity when he comes up with the bright idea to just simply text riki. why hasn't he thought of that sooner? he ungracefully leans over hanni to grab his phone off his nightstand, ignoring the questioning -yet judgmental- look she throws at him.

SUMMARY: riki has seen many things as sunoo's neighbor. he's seen him late for school rushing out the door, he's seen him help his mother bring in groceries, and he's even seen him get dropped off by friends. what riki hasnt seen is sunoo asking him to be his fake boyfriend.

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[silvercap]

I love giving our boy a fever, so 2 and Leon for the hurt/comfort dialogue prompt please! (Maybe with Chris as the one saying it to him?) <3

Sure!! <3

2. "You're burning up."

Leon's been grumpy ever since he arrived, sitting sullenly in his seat on the BSAA infiltration chopper, arms crossed and legs spread to exude an air of arrogant disdain that Chris can tell is getting to some of the younger men. They're not unused to rough superiors, most of them having come from the army, but to see the great Leon Kennedy glaring at them like they're bags of garbage---well, it's not great for morale. Chris takes an opportunity to sidle closer once he's done inspecting his rifle, settling a seat away.

"Everything okay?" he asks in an undertone, doing his best to disguise his worry. He's shocked when Leon responds violently with a harsh, hateful glare.

"Fuck off, Redfield," he spits, clearly not okay. His blue eyes are sharp, but slightly glazed, like he'd almost fallen asleep while staring daggers at Chris's recruits. "I'm fine."

"Doesn't look fine," Chris tries, only to lift his hands when Leon scowls in aggravation. "Okay, okay! You know yourself better than I do, man. It's just---you're scaring the newbies with all that Kennedy attitude, y'know?"

He does his best to inject some lightness into his tone, but Leon's expression sours even further, if that were possible. "I told you, it's nothing. Just back off, alright? I could do without the mother hen-ing, today."

Chris falls silent as the chopper begins its descent into the landing zone, sneaking glances at the profile of Leon's face as the man settles back into an irritated pose. His skin is strangely shiny with sweat, Chris notes, the small hairs at the back of his neck slicked together into thick, damp strands. It's nowhere near hot enough to make him that warm, not even with the jacket Leon has clutched around him.

It's when he lurches to his feet as the chopper lands that Chris gets really concerned, Leon's knees buckling almost immediately. He sways for a moment as Chris launches himself upright, then collapses directly into Chris's waiting arms with perfect timing. One of the men gasps as Chris pulls him close and presses a hand to his glistening forehead, tutting when feverish heat meets his palm.

"You're burning up," he says incredulously, refusing to let go of Leon when he squirms weakly. He looks so dazed that Chris isn't sure how he missed all the signs, the bags under his eyes even darker than usual against his pale skin. "Is that what this is about? Why the hell would you come on an op if you're sick?"

" 'm not sick," Leon pouts, pushing at his arms, and Chris understands in an instant. What a stubborn, mulish man his best friend can be. He sighs, guiding Leon back into his seat. The fact that he doesn't fight it tells Chris all he needs to know.

"Don't you dare move," he orders, meeting one of his soldiers' gazes in the corner of his eye and gesturing them over. Leon lets his eyes fall shut and leans his head back against the metal wall, face twisted---but not in anger, Chris realizes. That's a frustrated look of pain. "You are way too warm to be in a battle zone, and you don't look well at all. What hurts?"

"Nothing," Leon crabs.

"Sir?" the young woman Chris had summoned asks, now at his side. She glances nervously between Leon and Chris a few times, ponytail swishing.

"Jenny here will take a look at you," Chris says, rising to his full height. Leon cracks open a baleful eye, groaning. "Now, you can either tell her what's wrong so she can make sure you're alright, or I can take us all home to admit you to the BSAA medical wing. Which would you prefer?"

"You fucking liar. You wouldn't."

"I might." Chris bites back the smile prying at his lips, holding his stony gaze until Leon finally sighs and relents. "You should be at home, resting."

"It's just a headache," Leon insists, but Chris has already won.

"Well, then, I'm sure you won't mind if Jenny gets you something for that while we finish the mission." If he's guessed right, then Leon's too exhausted to even try to slip away, meaning he'll be safe where a medic can look him over and make sure he isn't boiling his brains out being an idiot. The confusion in his gaze had been palpable when Chris had caught him, and he needs to be in bed with a cool compress and some soup. Chris can supply that later.

"No," Leon murmurs, finally giving in. He must be feeling truly awful, and Chris is thankful he saw the signs in time. "I won't."

[remusluvr]

everybody wants to rule the world | steve harrington

summary: Sometimes it takes a life-threatening event for people to finally admit their feelings. content: female reader, jealousy, angst, Vecna, a singular kiss, a love confession, unedited, usage of y/n

He's protective of her. You notice it right away, the way that his eyes linger longer on her when she's walking away. When something bad happens, he glances over to see if she's okay. He doesn't do that with you. No, not even after months of you don't even know what to call you and Steve.

You two are not dating, but you're also not hooking up. You go to each other for comfort, especially after everything that happened at Starcourt Mall. Maybe he had never even seen you as an option for romance. Maybe you're simply just friends. Friends that have so many sleepovers it should be illegal. Friends that cuddle up together at usually any chance they get. Friends that go off just them two during hangouts with others to be alone. Friends that call each other the sweetest nicknames. Just friends.

But you watch the way Steve is with Nancy. It's so obvious how much he misses her. It makes your entire body ache at the idea of not being just friends with him anymore because he's realized he still loves his ex-girlfriend.

Why shouldn't you think that? He's barely even spared you a glance at all during your adventures around town trying to figure out a way to defeat Vecna with El out in California. Nancy is always right there, soaking up his attention.

When he gets pulled down into the water, she's the first to jump right in as you fumble around, trying to calm your heartbeat. Steve could be dying and you are trying to not have a panic attack instead of doing something about it like Nancy. He deserves someone like Nancy, is what you tell yourself over and over and over again. Steve and Nancy deserve each other. Secretly, you wish that they won't figure that out. That he won't leave you completely in the dust.

"Maybe after we're all done saving the world, we could all go out or something. Y'know, me, you, Robin, Jonathan, when he gets back, and (Y/N)," Steve suggests to Nancy as she picks cobwebs out of his mess of hair. You're just around the corner and hear me fumbling over his words. He must really miss her.

Ignoring the sting of tears that are fighting to escape you come into the room, following after Robin. Steve looks at you for what must be the first time in days but you can't look at him. It makes your stomach twist.

You feel stupid for thinking that you and Steve could ever be more. Swallowing the lump in your throat you mumble how you're gonna take a step outside. No one acknowledges you.

It's absolutely disgusting out here and you take a seat on the upside-down version of the house's front step. You wrap your arms around your knees, laying your cheek on them just to get a moment's break from everything. You want to sob your entire heart out. Everything has been way too overwhelming lately.

"What are you doing out here?" Robin asks as she steps through the front door. You glance back and shrug.

"Don't know. Just needed a break," you sigh, turning back to lay your head down on your knees again. She hums, sitting down beside you. You enjoy her company but right now you just wish you were alone. "Hey, do you think-"

"(Y/N)?" Robin calls out as she turns your body towards her. You're frozen, eyes rolled to the back of your head. She screams for Steve and Nancy who come barreling out.

"What happened?!" Steve shouts, rushing toward you. He's shaking as his hand press down onto your shoulders. "We need music. Please tell me someone has some type of tape."

He can't stop looking at you hoping that you can see him despite knowing that you can't. You're somewhere else completely.

--

There are vines covering the walls of your childhood bedroom and you can hear your father calling from downstairs. You're freaking out because this is not where you just were, sitting outside with Robin.

The realization of what is happening kicks in. You need to get out. Going for the window, you find it boarded up. You race down the stairs, past your "father" who is screaming at you like he always did when you were little and your aim is for the front door. However, boards fly over it just as you get close enough.

"It's going to take a lot more than that to get out of here," an eerie voice calls out. It's booming and you wonder if the others are also able to hear it. Despite Vecna's warning, you try at the door anyway.

--

"Please tell me someone has the new Tears for Fears album! Please!" Steve shouts, looking frantically at Nancy and Robin who shake their heads. "No, no, no."

--

"Baby?"

"Steve?" Despite all that's happened up to this moment, hearing Steve's voice is like a miracle. You rush through the newly unboarded back door of your house. "Steve!"

Vecna is playing games with you, now putting you at the edge of Lover's Lake. You see Steve's car, rushing toward it when you notice people inside. For just a moment, there is visible relief in you but it drains quickly as you notice who the people are. Steve and Nancy.

Tears spring into your eyes as you notice they're making out. Your voice is quieter as you call out for him. He looks over, smirks before turning to kiss Nancy one last time.

"Why would I choose you over her? I love Nancy, not you," Steve taunts, walking toward you. You cry as he approaches you, cradling yourself in your own arms. "You mean nothing to me."

--

"Max!" Steve screams as she, Lucas, and the rest of them show up. She runs up, frantic. "Do you have the new Tears for Fears album?!"

"I-I have their one new song. Fuck, it's um- it's Everybody Wants To Rule The World."

He practically rips it from her when she holds it out, shoving the headphones over your ears. Steve wants to throw up, and cry, and throw himself into the nearest body of water. He'd do anything to make sure you were safe right now. He listens to the faint sound of your favorite song, hope filling his body.

--

You look around as the opening to your favorite song booms out. And then, suddenly, everything is red and there are spikes everywhere.

"Welcome to your life. There's no turning back. Even when we sleep, we will find you."

Spinning around you notice an opening out in the distance. It's now or never. You see your friends surrounding you, Steve with his hands pressed over the pair of headphones over your head.

"There's a room where the light won't find you. Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down. When they do, I'll be right behind you."

You watch as your body starts to float into the air and Steve goes crazy.

"Steve!" you scream but nothing comes out of the body he can see. The opening back to safety opens up more and you start to sprint toward it, not stopping even as Vecna tries to stop you with falling rocks.

"All for freedom and for pleasure. Nothing ever lasts forever. Everybody wants to rule the world."

--

You focus on running, jumping through the opening as the last of the song plays. You fall from the sky but Steve is there to catch you, cradling you into him. His eyes clench shut as he holds you to him, both of your breathing still not returning to normal.

"You're okay, baby. You're okay," he whispers, kissing the top of your head. The others back off a little as Steve helps you calm down. You cry into his chest and he wishes that he could comfort you for as long as you need. But, you're still in the upside down and Vecna obviously knows that you're here.

You've gotten so lucky and both of you know that. He could've easily never been able to hold you ever again. He vows to never take an eye off of you again.

Steve knows he's been preoccupied. He knows he hasn't been treating you the best. And there is nothing more he wants than to tell you how he feels. He doesn't love Nancy.

He loves you.

You come out of your hiding place that is his chest and wipe at your tears. His hands are firm at the sides of your face as his eyes do a scan over your whole self.

"I-I'm sorry, Steve," you whimper out and his heart breaks.

"Why are you apologizing, sweetheart?"

"I don't know. For worrying everyone, I suppose."

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault. Holy fuck, don't you dare apologize. I'm so glad you're okay," he says whilst smiling down at you. You smile back but pull away from him.

"I'm just gonna take a minute to myself," you mumble and start walking in the opposite direction from him but he's quick to catch you.

"If you think I'm letting you out of my sight ever again then you're crazy. I didn't even know you were out here. When Robin screamed that something was wrong with you, it felt like I was going to die. I can't let something bad happen to you again."

"Steve. I'm okay, thank you for helping me. I just need a minute. You can go back to talking with Nancy." You don't believe him. Yes, he was probably scared but so were Nancy and Robin. Everyone was scared. You wouldn't want that to happen to anyone standing around the front of this house but that doesn't mean you love them in that way. You pull your arm from his grip continuing to walk away from him and it takes him a minute before he jogs to catch up with you.

The two of you are further from the group now. Your conversation is more private.

"(Y/N), I don't want Nancy. I thought I did, I won't lie. I did think that but I want you. Not her. We never worked and we won't ever work. You mesh so well with me, perfectly if I say so myself. We work. And I love you. I need you to know that because I love you so much and thinking that I'd never be able to tell you that made me want to join you in Vecna's trap just so he could take me too," he confesses. You stare at him, his hair all messed up and his clothes dirtier than ever. He thinks he's said the wrong thing and just as he thinks to backtrack on his confession you kiss him.

His head is spinning, but in a good way now as you kiss him and he kisses you. He smiles against your lips and it's like you're in a dream.

"Stevie, I love you too."

He feels like the king of the world.

[bomberqueen17]

how it's going

I am delighted so far by the responses to the post about signing up to beta/cheer-read the solarpunk tallship bisexuals novel I've decided to really give a go this year-- if you missed it, this is the post-- I have gone through and added everyone who signed up so far and it's a lovely mix of names I know and names I don't, not so many people it'd be hard to keep track and not so few that I'm worried about burning somebody out or totally winding up relying on one poor reader to keep my sanity going. I am also always pumped to get a lurker to de-lurk and say hi, not that there's anything wrong with lurking, I've got a few spaces where I lurk because that's what I need from that space. But it's always nice to be able to like, relate to somebody, y'know?

Not that you can really talk a lot in a google doc. I admit a lot of what's kept me going on Witcher has been having various little Discord threads where I can paste in whatever line I'm smug about, or that I'm stuck on for workshopping, and having a conversation about it, and not having that (I have a thread going in a Witcher discord but since it's off-topic it's kind of... well, low-traffic). I don't know if it's feasible to make a new Discord so I probably won't. But.

Anyway I will at some point turn that form off, but it seems to have worked pretty well so far as a method for adding people specifically to the doc, and I will leave it open and keep checking it for a little longer if any of y'all reading this were on the fence about signing up. I just can't rattle around alone in that doc and still keep my momentum. I'm only up to chapter three or so and the main plot hasn't even started but there's thusfar been at least one really confusing action sequence and I've realized that I've got a serious case of zero visual information being conveyed, so that's been helpful. Even with only a couple of readers-- ha, even the last couple of hours before I started adding people to the doc it had already done a lot of its job because I started proofreading with an audience in mind, which in my case tends to improve readability, which is what I want.

Listen, there's a noble purpose in telling stories for their own sake to yourself, but the idea of telling a story so that others can understand it is important to and I value it highly. So. That's what this is about.

So I've got a few people poking around in there with me and I feel much better about life and have some hopes I might make it over the hump into a real plot now, LOL.

But I think I'm gonna snippet post, which I haven't much with this work yet! (Have I? I forget. I started it in the fugue state of pre-holiday fuckery last year so who knows.)

bah i can't find a good snippet. well, here's a recently-composed one anyway.

As they approached the ship, Tom said, “You’ll tell the others, yeah? Simmons didn’t know. It ain’t his fault.” “I don’t know as it’ll help,” Keller said. “They’re mighty displeased about how you been treated. It reflects on them, y’know?” “It’s not so bad,” Tom said. “I’d rather be here than escorting the Barka convoy back to Subia in Jeanette all by my lonesome knowing damn well Righteous is waiting there for me with a bone in her teeth. No thank you, I’d rather not be set up on a suicide run like that. And you know if I got killed in a fourteen-gun sloop facing down a bloody-minded forty-gun privateer they’d tut-tut and say a proper Subian gentleman could’ve won.” “Oh sir,” Keller said. “You know they’d say that,” Tom said. “You know they would. No thank you, I will take my lumps and stick with Haines and I’ll thank you not to force me to defend poor Simmons the entire time. It weren’t none of his doing, Henry Keller, but that don’t mean I want to have to argue with the rest of you lot about him every blessed day of this commission.” “He’s also an ignorant sod,” Keller pointed out. “It don’t signify,” Tom said. “You know me and Yardley won’t let no harm come to the ship.” “Oh, Yardley,” Keller said. “I forgot he’s aboard. He’s been scarce.” Tom rolled his eyes. “He’s taking it well, too,” he said. He rummaged through the few parcels he’d brought back, and pulled out a bag and handed it over to Keller. “Share that out with your mess-mates,” he said. “And tell them-- it ain’t his fault, at all.” Keller took the bag with pleasure-- it was candy, Tom knew they’d have liked liquor better but he didn’t dare risk them being found with it and punished, with Simmons and not him in charge, so candy was safer. Keller looked back up at Tom, weatherbeaten face crinkled with a grin, and said, with a wry, grudging concession, “I’ll tell them.”

[zekescherries]

﹒ LEFT BEHIND! ﹔ ft ＃ zeke yeager ﹐ 🍒 ﹒　　 ׅ 　

CONSPECTUS﹕a living reminder of what he sacrificed, of what he left behind in pursuit of a "saving" opportunity for the eldian people.

PAIRING﹕zeke yeager × female!reader ﹒ post-rumbling

CHAPTER(S)﹕previous ﹒ next

CONTENT WARNING﹕pregnancy & childbirth (mentioned) + grieving + single-parenthood + slight ptsd + dead!zeke + dark themes + pet names (zeke calls you peach) (i know not everyone is for pet names) + intentional lowercase & more as the story progresses

AUTHOR'S NOTE﹕i have an ao3, which also has this. updates will be faster there. here's a link.

levi sits in his wheelchair, waiting at the stove, watching his uncooked meat sizzle in the hot pan. "veil, pass me the salt."

with his sleeves rolled up and his hand bandaged; covering his two amputated fingers, levi manages to cook without much assistance. in the corner of his still sightful eye, he can see veil walking. her small feet tapping against the harden wood floor.

she uses her stool to reach up into one of the tall cabinets, her hand searching for something her eyes can't see. though eventually, she grabs the right thing.

"thank you." levi takes the glass from her, a few shakes and their food is salted enough for his taste. even though he hasn't eaten any of it yet.

the young blond looks up at him despite the man not being that tall.

"you're welcome!" she chirps.

silence lingers on after.

"where does salt come from?"

levi pauses, he didn't expect to be asked any weird questions. really, he doesn't know the answer. most of the time he doesn't know the answers to her random questions.

she's smart for her age, only five yet already so articulate and curious.

the scarred ackerman doesn't respond right away and neither does he make eye contact with her, still facing the stove.

not like he could stare into those eyes again.

"not sure," is all levi says.

"does it come from the ocean, because me and mama went there once and the water was salty." she continues to ramble. "but why does it taste. . .sour?"

sour?

levi's expression falters, then does he finally turn around. lowering the temperature of the stove.

". . .you're an interesting kid, y'know that?" he wouldn't admit it aloud but he's grown to care for the girl. he watched her grow, she was placed into his arms at such an early age. confusion shook him when you introduced him to her.

he killed her father, he hated what he stood for, he hunted him down. he left you without a lover, veil, without a father. yet you never blamed him for any of it.

.

.

.

.

it's been five years, by now you thought that you would feel somewhat numb.

but the guilt still eats at you, bit by bit. leaving you asking yourself if there was something that would've made him stay. you knew, as soon as he walked out that door. . .that trouble would follow.

zeke's head stone sits still, there wasn't even a body to bury. it lies without writing, the last thing you needed was someone finding it and potentially vandalizing it.

the world is still healing, the people are still praying; for a better future, for a better life.

the last thing people need to find out is that zeke yeager of all people is missed. not many know him, many aren't even alive to know him. yet he still lives on in the memories of others. as a comrade, a leader, a lover, a monster, a brute of a man, a father.

you won't tell veil about him, she's already at the age where she can notice that her family isn't full. her father is missing, her grandparents, her aunts and uncles, her cousins.

all of them.

wiped out, just like that.

© zekescherries , 🍒

[sillysarahsthings]

Let's go! I finished these.

@ellzilla

And the snippet that my friend and I wrote.

Issac was lurking into the cemetery's shadows, he sat next to Miss Black after he saw Jack leaving. As soon as Jack was out of sight, Issac got closer to her. Miss Black looked down and stared at him quizzically.

"What is it? What do you want?" She demanded

"I saw you talking to him." Issac said.

Miss Black raised an eyebrow "So what?"

Issac rolled his eyes, "that's my brother Blackie." He told her pointing to where Jack ran off to.

Miss Black frowned "Is he? I thought he looked familiar." she questioned

Issacs cheeks flushed slightly "Yeah...he is, pretty good job eh?" he bragged.

Miss Black nodded, "I see...indeed." She remarked "Now why are you here?" She asked again. "I was looking for him, obviously." Issac said as if matter of factly. "but anyway, I was wondering if I can keep you company in your tower? You look lonely..." Issac suggested

She hesitated "Well, I suppose so...not that I really care about you but watch for the graves, ghouls lurk at this hour." She warned

He nodded, "Alright, I'll be careful" he said getting up and walking towards her tower. When he reached the base, he glanced around suspiciously.

"y'know, I always wondered why you never came to blend with humans, you do have a human disguise right?" Issac asked.

her nose scrunched up in disdain. "yes...but there's no way I'd want to live amongst humans...such horrid creatures. I prefer solitude over companionship" she answered "at least then I won't be hurt." She muttered. Her voice trailed off, as if contemplating some other thought. "ugh, I don't even know why I'm telling you-" she looked to her side to see he wasn't there, the rat has already entered her tower. "et merde..." she muttered

Issac walked through the tower, glancing around curiously, looking at the potions and spell books Miss Black had as he heard her footsteps approaching.

"you have rather nice trinkets here Blackie." he commented noticing one of the many small glass jars filled with crystals, and another one filled with blood, which looked oddly familiar to him. "what's in this?" He asked pointing at the blood jar.

"Ah, blood of the damned..." Miss Black said ominously. Issac looked at the other jars and potions, it was pretty colorful too. But one thing caught his eye: a familiar crystal ball sitting on a pedestal near the center of the room. "hey is that the crystal ball I borrowed back when we met?" he asked curiously. "you mean stole..." Miss Black replied, annoyed that he was still bothering her.

"oh yeah." He said sheepishly. "when I took it home you followed me there, that's how you technically met Jack for the first time." He pointed out

"You don't need to remind me that incident...I still can't believe you stole my crystal ball and showed it to your brother." She scoffed

"Sorry..I guess." He admitted, "but you did almost bite his head off..." he added with a smirk

Miss Black rolled her eyes and groaned, "it was just a stupid accident...I was angry, besides, killing him would probably raise suspicion and you threatened to keep bothering me." she defended, before her gaze became thoughtful. "although that crystal ball does mean a lot to me...as it's my only way of communication with my family from above...and I would be upset if anything were to happen to-" CRACK!

Miss Black was cut off and froze suddenly, her eyes widened in surprise.

Issac dropped the crystal ball, an awkward silence was casted upon them, eventually Miss Black stood up and grew bigger, glaring at the mortal. "you..!" She growled.

next thing he knew, Issac was thrown out of the window but luckily Jack was conveniently standing near the tower, so he caught him.

[audreysoot]

Wish You Were Sober | Academic Rivals!Wilbur x OC

It was dark and gloomy outside. None of the stores are open anymore. Only the pubs outside. But yet, here he was. Wasted and drunk. How did he get into this mess? He was supposed to be the top student of their school, but here he was—drinking beer and booze like a madman who can't live without alcohol. How many times has he promised not to drink? Many times. Has it ever stopped? No.

And surprisingly, it was already late in the evening. And fuck, the thoughts never stop. Does she ever yearn for him? Does she miss him the way he used to? Has she ever been in her most vulnerable when she lost him? Fuck, he doesn't know sadly.

He was already drunk and sober. Maybe it's better to just take a taxi instead of driving to avoid any accidents on happening. The man's words were slurred and out of his own will, to which he asked one of his friends to call her to pick him up instead. The friend refused but he insisted or he won't stop on yapping about her. The friend felt defeated and called her.

When she hesitantly arrives, he immediately spots her on the entrance and immediately embraces her unconsciously and out of his head completely. His friend was immediate on quickly pulling him away gently and slowly in his drunken state.

Before she leaves with him, the friend lends a word to her, "And please, you should be really careful on taking care with-"

"I know. I've been through this before. This isn't my first time seing him drunk and out of his will." She replies in almost immediate, her tone unwelcomed and annoyed. To which, causes the friend to stunned and waved them goodbye as she drove off.

The drive to her house was oddly quiet, very weird in some sort of way that she can't explain. No conversations happening, no talking, no nothing as he stares in the car window as she drives and tilts the steering wheel in expertise.

When they finally arrived to her house, she immediately sat him down on the couch, letting him to take some time to relax before he has to shower, considering how the strong scent of alcohol was there; stuck to him even before she arrived from the pub.

He got a quick shower, borrowing some clothes that surprisingly fits him. She ‘informed’ him that it was from his oldest brother that she kept hidden without his brother knowing that she has been stealing his clothes at some time.

"You can sleep on my bed, I can sleep on th-" She responds, before trailing off to her sentence as he grabs her towards him by the wrist and embraces her tightly.

"I miss you." He utters, burying his face in the crook of her neck. The smell of mint shampoo and pink rose scented soap lingering around her surroudings as he hugs her tightly, not giving any signs of letting go yet. The effects on alcohol was still there though. He was still drunk, considering his breath smell just like rum with a mix of soda despite how he physically smell so lovely right now.

She tried to hesitate the hug but she can't. She just can't, no matter how hard she tries.

"Wilbur," She calls out as she slowly pulled away from him. "You're drunk." She reminds him. He was completely out of his mind but yet, he was just as clingy as she used to remember. She can't leave her vulnerable and drunk like this. Oh no.

"No I'm not." He lied.

She knew that he was lying, but she can't fight him, knowingly that he was drunk, exhausted and most especially... vulnerable.

"You're a terrible liar, y'know that?"

It feels like it was just yesterday when they were still friends but now.. what happened? They were just teenagers who didn't care about what people thought of them, but now they are students whom are comparing and fighting for their academic goals and dreams. Always caring about what people seem to think of them—positive or negative. All started just because of someone starting to spread some fake rumors.

She might not admit it, but she missed him the most. More than she ever has. But of course, he doesn't know that. Touching the painted canvas with his face on it wasn't enough. The listening to their song on the stereo wasn't enough. The memories, everything. She was in her most vulnerable state the moment she lost him.

Fuck. How can they turn back time?

Is it bad?

Is it really bad if she thinks Wilbur's actually... being honest?

It might sound crazy for her, but she was also in hopes and thinking that it was actually true. They may be just words but for her, but it's more than just those. But what a cunt she was. He's drunk, he probably doesn't even mean those words of his.

"Audrey," Wilbur mutters, gently holding up her chin as he tries to force her into looking directly at his eyes. And so, she did. As they made eye contact, he didn't say anything. He just looked in her face, like as if memorizing or admiring her facial features.

They were so close. So close, that it feels like they were about to lean in for a passionate kiss. But no they aren't.

Audrey has to remind herself that they are rivals.

Not friends. Not lovers. Nothing.

But fuck, she can't lie; she's hopelessly head over heels and knee deep for him.

Maybe there's something more in their chemistry.

Wilbur tried to lean in for a kiss. Audrey saw how he almost moved his head to hers, but he hesitated and started to pull away quickly from their very intimate position, before it shifted and became awkwardly quiet in the living room once more. But she knew she has to break the ice so that there wouldn't be any weird exchange of conversation between them, despite being rivals.

"You can sleep in my bed. I'll sleep in the couch." Audrey finally responds, after the moments of awkwardness in their current situation. He nods his head, walking away to her room.

"Goodnight, Audrey." He whispers, before he left.

She was being hesitant. "Goodnight, Wilbur."

Hello everyone! The names Lilith/Audrey/Laisséra/Aetsherii/Yuri; any names you can think of—and this is my first post here in Tumblr. But I've been a writer for the past two years now. And of course, I'm a part of WSS, duuuh. But anway, I hope you liked this one, and this AU was inspired by a Character(.)ai Wilbur bot. I'm also open for requests, but no NSFW sorry! This user is a minor :'D Thank you! </3

[generalluxun]

Y'know what I just realize: the only times Chloe was ever "helped" was in Despair Bear, Zombizou and Malediktator. even then:

Adrien "jokes" about how she will never change once she goes back at it (+plus he's overall an enabler & a bystander spewing empty nothings like: chloe that was uncool)

Miss Bustier doesn't give Chloe any disciplinary action (also an in-show thing)

Ladybug giving her the Bee Miraculous was not the right move, even Marinette knew after Queen Wasp (not only did she finally take that action too late, she didn't confiscate the dragon miraculous even though kagami's id was revealed

Everyone else either aids her in her nonsense or stands by as she goes through w/ her nonsense, essentially enabling her whether intentional or not.

Not even Marinette, Chloé's main target gets to make the excuse of "everyone gave you chances, but you threw them away" (the same one adrien made in derision, but that's a mini complaint for later). While yes, it was likely her who suggested the party in Queen Wasp and she figured Chloé would change via baby steps, mostly she shit talks and returns Chloé's insults. Plus, none of them even believes she could change (hell, despair bear happened before malediktator where chloe admits her insecurities to ladybug. quite a gap, ain't it?)

Speaking of the above paraphrased quote, why suggest that Chloé is not worth your time when you know how she is. At the very least, Miracle Queen should have told you that she needs immediate help w/ her behavior; after all, who's to say she won't intentionally let Gabe akumatize her again? I get why Mari said this, but again, Miracle Queen, maybe drill this into her father's head, or Zoe and have them help her. Alas, Zoe could've been a potential avenue, if Marinette hadn't said that Chloé is hard to be reasoned with (i mean she is, but even the most immovable object can be moved. you just need the right people for the job). Even then, her little feel-good speech in Queen Banana was all she did.

S' yea, tl;dr, no one actually cares about Chloé getting better; Thomas can go suck a lemon :3

I always try to bug picture these discussions so people don't get hung up on Chloé specifically.

Some problems take a long time to solve.

Somee people fail a lot before they succeed.

Every abused child needs to be saved.

Denying any of these in a show is bad.

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother.

Part 26

<Part 25<

Warnings: 18+readers only, death, throat slitting, blood

Tony walked into the great hall where you were waiting for him and froze.

You stood with your back to him, looking up at the portrait of him when he was a young man with of your mother and father. She was pregnant with you at the time and the pair of them were so proud and excited to be having another baby. When your mother died, your father had the portrait removed with the others to be burned, to rid any memories of her but Tony saved it, along with many others and hid them away until his death.

Tony cleared his throat and quickly brushed away his tears before they fell. "You look just like mother, y'know... She'd be proud of you." Tony smiled proudly as you turned to face him. "You look beautiful,"

You smiled softly and looked down at the floor. "Thank you."

"Ready?" Tony asked.

You drew in a shaky breath and nodded. "I'm scared, Tony." You admitted.

He let out a soft sigh as he walked up to you and placed his hands on your upper arms. "Everyone is a little scared before their big day. I was terrified..." He chuckled making you smile. "But you have nothing to worry about. The two of you love and trust each other, that's all that matters."

You nodded, "They won't attack today, will they?" You asked.

Tony's brow furrowed, "I highly doubt it. We're on high alert. They'd be fools to do so." He tried to reassure you with a smile but even he wasn't sure. He held his arm out for you to take. "Now c'mon. Morgana's, already run Nanny Friday and most of the guards ragged."

"Of course she has." You laughed as you took his arm. "I will miss her antics when I'm gone."

Tony chuckled, "I'm sure you'll soon have your very own mischievous little princess running around Brook."

You hummed feeling butterflies in your stomach, the thought of yours and Steve's future children making you excited.

Together you made your way out to the court yard where the royal carriage waited at the bottom of the stone stairs. Your nerves faded away as cheers and applause from the castle's servants and guards erupted the moment you stepped outside putting a smile on your face.

"Bucky?" You smiled at him as you stepped off the bottom step. "Why aren't you with, Steve? Is he okay?" You asked.

"He's perfectly fine, Your Highness." Bucky smiled at you proudly, "Now that I'm your personal guard, I'm to stay by your side."

"You're going to be my personal guard?" You asked with a smile.

Bucky nodded. "His Majesty, asked me this morning."

"Wonderful." You smiled. "Isn't it, Anthony?" You asked looking at your brother.

Bucky looked at him a little apprehensive. "Is that okay, Your Majesty?"

Tony nodded, "I couldn't think of anyone better." Happy cleared his throat from beside him making Tony grimance. "In Brook..." He turned to look at Happy. "You know you're the best." He huffed and picked Morgana up, muttering to himself as the two of them got into the carriage.

You thanked Happy and Bucky as they helped you into the carriage before they shut the door behind you and with a shout out to the driver, you were on your way to the church.

You looked down at your engagement ring and smiled to yourself. It wasn't traditional for your people, but Steve's believed in both husband and wife, King and Queen, wearing matching rings. It symbolised ownership. That you belonged to each other and no one else. It showed unison, partnership, the bond that couldn't be broken, true love.

You felt safer thinking that once you wore that ring and Steve wore his, that you would be safer.

You raised your head to look out of the window. A cold shiver ran down your spine as you felt someone else's eyes other than the happy villagers on you.

"Y/N?" Tony placed his hand on yours as he looked at you. "What is it?"

You frowned sitting back in your seat. "Nothing," You smiled, "I just can't believe I'm getting married."

The Kingdom of York New was filled with excitement and happiness with its villagers lining the streets, cheering as the royal carriage passed by. Tears of happiness were shed by the older villagers that had watched Princess Y/N grow into the beautiful and kind woman she was today...

And tears of fear were shed by the little boy as he watched his father's throat being slit by the hooded figure.

He waited in his hiding spot until it was clear the figure had left before he scurried out, running over to his father.

"Father," The little boy cried, shaking his father's arm.

Blood poured out of his neck as the man stared up at his son, cupping his cheek with his blood stained hand, "The, castle... Go... Warn, them... Hydra-" He gasped his final breath before his head fell to the side and the life left his eyes.

Although the little boy was terrified, having heard the tails of how vicious the Hydra bandits were and seeing what they had done to his father, he ran as fast as he could. It was his duty now to warn the guards and knights, to do what his father couldn't do.

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[phantomlemon348]

Ok, I've only just watched Broadchurch and haven't even finished it yet but I said this from the first episode.

Ellie and Alec's relationship. It is very divided, a lot of people ship them, then again a lot of people don't.

But this is my theory: Since the first episode, when they started working together, you could see they don't stand eachother but at the same time get along great, but never would either think to admit it. A sassy duo, inseparable but can't stand eachother. Always fighting and throwing around pointed spiky comments. But you see how much they actually care for eachother.

Especially in the last episode of season 1, when he directed the phone signals to his mobile. Ellie just thought he was being a dick, like he always is, and I missed it at first too... But he directed the signals to his phone because he already had a suspicion who it was, he was quite certain and he wanted to be the one to tell her.

In season 2 as well, he tries to warm up for her.

When he offers her a hug, Alec is not a huggy person, we all know that, he will go out of his comfort zone for her.

But Ellie said no and it made him more cautious I find. In several scenes you can see the look he gives her. You can see it makes him unhappy to see her sad, but all he does is ask if she's ok and nothing more because she rejected him last time and doesn't want to make it awkward again.

Ok but I just want to say, I don't ship them too hard, romantically. They are best friends, Ellie's a person he trusts completely, someone who shows some fondness and affection for him. And she's grateful for him being there, especially during the trial in season 2, when Beth, who she would have usually talked to, turned on her, she had someone to talk to -(who wouldn't always listen and be a bit of an arsehole but generally, he was halfway understanding).

And aaaaaaarrrrrggh, the last episode of season 2. I think we can all agree here the "I'm not hugging you" hit hard. You could see he wanted a little bit more, maybe...? We all know our man Hardy is awkwardly affectionate, it's not exactly his strong point now, is it? But y'know, if he's leaving Broadchurch, maybe never to return (we know that he does, or at least they meet again. There wouldn't be a season 3 otherwise but we're thinking in-character here) he might want something more because she does mean more to him. She helped him find himself again, showed him some affection or fondness when he needed it most and nobody else would. She helped him back onto the path when he was alone aimlessly wandering through the foggy woods.

And when Ellie said: "Don't be kind to me, that's not how it works." That was cute how she didn't want to leave yet, wanted to wait for the taxi. Yes, that is what friends do. But my theory (could be just a hope cuz I ship them a bit and they need to be fucking fluffy or I will not survive) at the moment is: Ellie is used to him being an arse and she won't admit it, at least not to him but she will miss him. And I think she doesn't want him to be nice because she's trying not to show how much it means to her. Cuz that's I dunno, how them two are. Slightly confused, huh? Oh ye, can say that again. But he has been nice to her in subtle ways that she hasn't noticed and vice versa.

I'm sorry to all the non-shippers but I do think there have maybe been a few sparks between them. You can't deny it.

Alec is touchstarved. He loved Tess you could see that. They still care for eachother and he wanted to go back and tried to fix it. Stitch it up because he wanted someone to love and someone to love him. He fell for Tess and was happy falling. Would've loved to fall forever. But Sandbrook brought by some turbulence on the way. And it was like Tess smashed the ground into him. It came too soon. He wasn't looking. He wasn't expecting it. And it left a bloody mess on the floor and a broken man recovering from it.

But this accident leaves him scarred and he's scared of falling again. He is literally dying of a broken heart.

But I see him wandering towards the edge for Ellie. He's close, I think. But not wanting to, not letting himself make the same mistake again.

I see them as being fluffily awkward and sassy to eachother. But maybe - just maybe - in one scene where Alec says: Oh, Miller, I could kiss you. Yes. I admit, I was hoping for something.

They would kiss like once or twice but find it fucking awkward and never do it again.

As in besties but a slight bit more? But not too romantic?

I don't know if that makes sense but that's how I would describe their relationship.

My sister and I have come up with a simple way to put it: platonic romantic.

[strawberrybobamilk]

Cut Here (Part 4)

TWs: Violence, suicidal thoughts

1987

The sound of water running and splashing, coughing and heavy breathing were the only sounds that were audible that night, in that lone military base he has now spent a whole year at.

He had another nightmare. Again.

"Pull it together you fuck..." he half breathed half whispered to himself, as he stared at his wet trembling reflection in the bathroom mirror; his wavy dark brown shoulder lenght hair, tired looking hazel eyes, 5 o' clock shadow... as his eyes started scanning at his naked muscular torso and arms, his face dropped when he stared at his own reflection's neck and traced with a finger at the still fresh tattoo across it: a dotted line all around his neck, with capital letters spelling CUT HERE below it. A morbid memory of his mother's last words to him.

"Miss you too ma...".

His eyes then stared intensely at the Canadian Air Force flag hung on the wall, an expression of determination appearing on his face.

"...I won't fail you again, wherever you are now".

To say Trevor was excited for this day was an understatement. He was ECSTATIC. The whole year was spent on stressful physical training and boring theorical explanations, and today he was finally gonna fly on a REAL plane, he was finally gonna get his wings.

But there was one thing constantly eating at him; himself. His reoccurring nightmares featured him, with glowing red eyes and red/orange fire like mist surrounding him, going on bloody rampages and killing everything and everyone on his way, screams echoing in the background. Causing nothing but death and destruction wherever he went. He felt such joy and glee during these nightmares, and during the day imagery of the gore caused by him would flash before his eyes like a memory he actually experienced, making him smirk at those thoughts as if he was remembering happy memories.

And that's why he called them nightmares; he should have been horrified at them, not find them amusing.

He really was a monster.

(He never spoke about them with anyone. He knew it was really wrong, and after spending his teen years at two correctional facilities and three care homes, and getting kicked out from all of them one by one because of his violent outbursts that usually ended up with someone getting badly injured, he realized he wouldn't get anywhere. He had to control that beast inside him at least in the Airforce, if he wanted to make that dream finally come true. And that's the first thing he worried about, ever since the very first months he'd joined the Airforce.

"But that's why you joined the Airforce, didn't you? Because you wanted to drop bombs, cause explosions and death"

"No, shut up..."

"Stop lying to yourself and just admit you're a sick psycho"

"No..."

"Just let that desire free and KILL someone, drench your hands in that sweet blood you missed for so long, stop being a fake goody two shoes"

"NO!!!"

He felt a hand on his shoulder "Hey Philips, you ok man?"

Trevor gasped, taking several seconds to reply as he put his face in his hands "Y-yes Harris... totally ok..."

His roommate kept looking at him, weirded out. "Huh, ok... look, if you have some, y'know, personal problems, you can talk to the psychiatrist, Mrs Donovan..."

"NO!" Trevor yelled, then shutting close his mouth as he realized he got too loud "I-I mean, no thanks. I-I... just didn't get enough sleep, I'm fine, I don't need that..."

Shit, he noticed he was insane, shit shit. Hopefully Harris won't be a piece of shit like everyone and get him kicked out.

Thankfully Harris just shrugged "Alright Philips, suit yourself. But still, Donovan's worth talking to even if you don't have any issues, she's a good listener" he then looked back and forth and whispered with a chuckle "and she's got a great pair of tits too".

Trevor couldn't help but laugh along "Well if you put it like that I'll give her a try then".

They both waved bye at each other with a smile, and as soon as Harris was out of Philips' sight, Trevor's face returned serious.

Will she actually listen to him? No one ever did.

Will she think he is insane? Most likely.

Is she the only way he could vent and let out each and every one of his troubling thoughts he's been having for a whole fucking year? Probably. )

"Alright everyone pays attention. I really hope all of you got prepared at best for this day, as today you are gonna put in practice everything you have learnt so far" Wright sternly said as he walked in front of all the cadets.

"Prepared at best" Wright's voice echoed inside Trevor's head as he closed his eyes and took deep breaths "Breathe in and out T, just like Donovan said..."

"Philips!" Wright's voice suddendly called "Wanna go first?"

Trevor's eyes widened with a mix of anticipation and nervousness "Y-yes Sir".

Donovan entered her office, a mug of black coffee in her left hand and her briefcase in her right one. "God, those papers are a nightmare" she muttered to herself with a yawn. She sat down and started examinating the cadets' psychological evaluations she has been working on all night long.

Trevor's heart was beating like crazy when he entered the plane. For the first time in his life, he was finally going to fly on a real plane! He was breathless. "Breathe in and out" he told himself when he sat down on the pilot seat and carefully pressed the right buttons "Breathe in and out... and let all of your thoughts fly away free..."

They were mostly fine, nothing really note worthy. But then, the Philips paper appeared. Donovan wrote it and rewrote it, checked it and rechecked it several times. And it still baffled her like she saw it for the first time. She has been doing this job for years now, but no other patient was as deranged and potentially dangerous like this Philips guy. May God help mankind if he ever gets to actually fly a plane. Speaking of which...

"Goodmorning Mrs Donovan!" Donovan yelped as King's voice greeted her.

"Oh! 'Morning Mr King!".

King smiled at her and looked out of the window with pride "Isn't it nice? All these little birds, ready to leave their nest and fly".

Like a bird, the plane lifted from the ground. Trevor stayed focused, feeling like his heart was going to burst out of his chest any second, as the ground beneath him grew smaller and smaller, accompanied by the rumbling sound of the flight engine.

Donovan smiled back and returned checking the Philips' paper. And as she examined it more and more, her face slowly morphed into a concerned expression.

"What do you mean by that?"

King looked at her "It's flight day today Mrs Donovan. You forgot that?"

Yes, yes she did. Fuck. She had so much work she forgot that.

King looked back at the window and smiled "And I gotta say, that Philips... looks like he was practically born to fly".

There was only silence. King looked back at Donovan, who was as pale as a ghost.

"Mrs Donovan?"

Donovan finally answered, with a shaking whisper "Y-you... let Philips fly?".

Trevor felt like he could touch the clouds, literally. He remained concentrated on the control station, and at the same time he savoured the sight outside the windows with awestruck eyes. It was truly beautiful. He was so high in the blue sky, navigating through fluffy clouds. Nothing mattered anymore. This was his day. The day he was gonna become someone and prove himself to everyone.

He wished his mother could watch him right now.

"What's the matter Donovan?!"

"I-it's hard to explain..." her body shaked as she ran to go drink a glass of water "God, I can't believe you actually let him..."

"DONOVAN!" King shouted "I've made myself clear. I need explanations. What's. Happening..."

"HE'S INSANE!" Donovan snapped, proceeding to cover her mouth "I apologize. He is an extremely problematic and dangerous subject. After the flight practice, I want him in my office please"

King took a long moment to process what Donovan just said, then nodded and walked away.

As Trevor came back to the ground and came out of the plane, he was met with a loud wave of handclaps and cheers; cadets happily chanting "Phi-lips! Phi-lips!", and Wright walking up to him and patting his back with a "That was good Philips, really good".

His heart was still racing, tears of joy filling his hazel eyes. This had to be a dream.

A loud and different "Philips!" called him. It was King, and unlike the others, it didn't sound like a happy and impressed "Philips!".

Trevor walked up to King, still struggling to catch his breath "Yes Sir?".

King looked at him with his arms crossed and just calmly said "Mrs Donovan wants to talk with you in her office".

Trevor entered Donovan's office, still with a giddy and proud expression, along with Wright and King.

"Goodmorning Mrs Donovan!".

"...goodmorning Philips..." his happy face turning into a worried and confused one as Donovan greeted him with a serious and almost cold tone. Her thumb constantly clicking the top of her pen was the only sound filling the room for a few minutes. She looked like she was struggling to find the right words.

Then, she finally spoke. Trevor wished she didn't.

"I want to be frank and direct with you, Philips. And I wish I could have told you sooner. I know you really love this place and it's your lifetime dream, but according to your psychological evaluations, you are unstable, and therefore not fit to join the Airforce. You are undoubtly a skilled pilot, but a person with violent tendencies such as yours could hurt someone, and ruin our reputation. I am deeply sorry".

As she spoke, Trevor felt the world stopping. Everything has been crushed. All of his hopes and dreams he's been having for 20 years, utterly and irredeemably destroyed, by that one fucking paper she was looking at.

"...you can't be serious..." he muttered under his breath, feeling that raging beast inside him awakening again.

"Philips, I'm really sorry but..."

"YOU CAN'T BE FUCKING SERIOUS!!!" he yelled slamming his fist on Donovan's table, now letting that beast free again after so long. It didn't fucking matter anymore now. If he knew this was going to happen, he would've fed that beast with some blood long ago.

"Philips please stay calm!" Wright exclaimed as he tried holding Trevor back.

"YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!"

The rest was a blur.

Trevor found himself kicked out of the Airforce. Just like he was kicked out of every single building he's found himself into.

Except he actually cared about this one. Mom was right. Ryan was right. He was never going to accomplish anything in his life. He was a mistake in every meaning of the word.

He spent the next few days roaming aimlessly, around those snowy abandoned areas. He didn't know where to go, he didn't know what to do, and it didn't matter either way.

He was now under a bridge. It was so cold, everything was cold, and that jacket didn't help much. He was just there, staring at his feet.

One day he should jump off that fucking bridge instead of just staying down there.

"Hey?" an unfamiliar male voice called.

Or slit his throat. So at least if he died he would have made mom happy.

"Hey?!" the voice called again, now shaking Trevor's shoulder.

"THE FUCK YOU WANT?!-" Trevor yelled as he looked up at the unknown man calling for him, and stopped once he saw his eyes. The most beautiful sky blue eyes he had ever seen.

[mobolanz]

omgomg!! i worked a 12hr shift yesterday & saw i missed evelyn’s birthday!!!

what did her & reiner do to celebrate??

EMMMM IT'S ALL GOOD SHE HERSELF WOULD AGREE OML THAT'S SWEET hope it was easy enough on you tho ;W; 🥺💖💖💖

It actually took me quite a while to type this down myself aofjwofjqimfwk

So for what they'd do,,, In addition to the gifts specifically,which I answered here, I figure it should go like this usually, assuming it's a few good years into it, can work for any, canon compliant main timeline, school caste or any modern au:

"you got some explaining to do." Be it if still at home or working or studying she just opens the door at probably early enough hour and a surprise visit: big blond man standing there with his hands clasped behind his back as if he's a professional bodyguard formally escorting her to some fancy event. Probably even dressed like he's going for one And the smirk of 'Hope you weren't expecting me to miss it like that'.

That just gets Evelyn blink twice, do one plus one yet again and start laughing sweetly- while Reiny gives a loud sigh of fake disappointment as if it's his birthday being forgotten (actually it's far more than he'd usually care for his own 🤧🥹) before it switched to laughter as well.

In that case she gets a quick preparation, making a special includion of a pendant he got her last year. (Won't openly admit it but the sight of it clutches at his heart :"). )

Maybe she should've connected the dots with those out of the blue no context given questions of his thrown around throughout the last month.

Like,,, on what's an ideal hour for her; any restruant she's fond of or curious to try; name a band she likes and if they have any concert soon, favourite play or movie they can go to or watch at his place...

If she's feeling outgoing that day after all that some dance can be arranged too 🤧

That said evy really hopes he doesn't just plan it all at once considering the gifts alone must've taken a great effort. But he assures her it's really just whatever she's interested in doing.

(They're set right there behind him along her cake (mille feuille with strawberry or raspberry) , small bouquet and glittery heart shaped card)

On the last one, reading the black distinctive blocks script on it forming a dedication all for her makes her blush to a point her cheeks hurt and she has to cover her mouth. Mumbling a soft 'thank you' in response only to add 'it's probably not nearly enough to everything you g-' only to get paused by a kiss on her cheek and Reiner cooing a " yes it is" awfully close

Honestly it's volumes upon volumes to her. More than all she really needs, and wants, and could ask for (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

But before any of that they have hours and the whole day ahead after all. So neither would really refuse just a nice walk at a calmer and more private spot first. And maybe even later when on the way back.

As big as all that sounds, it really is just about the two of them 🤧

Ah wait I think a good combination of something fancy an practical on the gifts, for this one he'd add some pretty pom-pom hat or beret in a color that looks especially good on her since winter's just starting.

When she tries it on Reiner's casually Mentions he was unsure between that and gloves, but decided going for the former "since I can always just...." then he's just pulling her delicate palms up, wrapping them completely in his to a kiss and place on his cheeks.

Then proceed spend the rest of the evening back at her place alone showing her what a great time he can be. Maybe even proceeding to warm each other up since Y'know,,,,😵‍💫

Evelyn birthday asks (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

[kokorowoutsu]

-- RP: @skullboneandunown

skullboneandunown:

Mew creates a bubble to sit down on, which floats near Ashe and Saoirse. "Yee! We're partners now, so where you go, I go!" They pat their chest as a statement. "And besides, I'm sure Jawbreaker would like to see you again. He won't admit it, but he kinda misses you and Leon. Kianga can come, but you guys gotta make sure not to break anything. Donnie has a lot of relics and stuff from his Archeological digs around his house. Oh! You can also meet some of Donovan's old Pokemon! His original team lives at his house now! Like his shiny Gyarados, his Ursaring, and maybe his Kangaskan!" His bubble starts drifting away, so he pops it, and makes a new one closer to Ashe. "Donovan says you're practically family now, so you're welcome whenever."

So many pokemon and honestly, she felt she barely knew Donovan at this point despite having met him so many years ago and him being like a brother to her and her mother's first and only protege. Despite her distant expression, she snaps out of it and offers a smile. "Then we'll have to plan it." It would give her time to get to know Mew better as well. She wondered how Mewtwo and Donovan and especially everyone else would take to her being a Chosen now.

( She had thoughts already on how smug one of her brothers might be because it was only a Mew, not something 'grand' like a once-in-a-lifetime pokemon like Lunala, Solgaleo, and so forth. The thought of him saying anything like that left a bitter and ugly taste in her mouth if she was honest... but besides that point-- )

"At some point I also want to know about your past too, y'know. You have a past with Mewtwo and even though I know bits and pieces... I don't know all of it." She rose a hand in a gesture though for him to take his time. "No rush. I just think if we're going to be partners, we should know each other's past, right?" She felt her Primarina nudge her as if to agree and Lucky from on the banks flicked his ribbons in agreement as well.

[maifromshowfall]

[VIDEO TRANSCRIPT BEGIN]

[File Name: "Act 1 End Of A Beginning"]

[A camera turns on from a table, showing two people one tied to a chair, the other knocked out tied to a different table. As someone begins speaking to the two individuals.]

Mai: Hi! I Can See Rose Is Still Asleep… That’s Kinda Sad But Y'know Whatever.

Mari: Hina! Shit and henry… Tell me they're both ok!

Mai: Yeah They Are Both Fine, I'll Be Honest I Don't Even Know Where They Are So.

Mari: Ok another question. Where the fuck am i?

Mai: You’re In The Mall Stupid! More Specifically, My Office. Isn't It Wonderful!

Mari: No! It's not wonderful, let me go!

Mai: You See Mari. I Can't Do That, If I Did I'd Probably Be Murdered… Like Right Now

[Mai spins the chair mari is in multiple times before putting a knife to mari's face.]

Mari: That asker was right…. he did fucking lie.

Mai: Wait. You Actually Thought This Was Happening On The 19th?

Mari: Yeah. I Didn't Think He Would Lie That Much..

Mai: Because He Doesn't Care. He Lied About Everything.

Mari: No… He wouldn't… He wouldn't…

Mai: But He Would. Just Like He Lied To Rose.

Mari: No! He's Better Than That!

[Mai begins laughing for 3 straight minutes as mari looks on in horror.]

Mai: Don't You Get It! He Lied. He Didn't Care About Keeping You Safe! Same With Rose, Edgar Is No Better Than Everyone Else In This World.

Mari: Shut up…

Mai: Just Admit I'm Right.

Mari: SHUT UP!

[Mari throws a piece of metal at mai's head, It misses and mai then throws the piece back at mari hitting them in the arm.]

Mai: If You Do That Again. I Will Gut You Like A Fucking Fish.

Mari: damnit…

Mai: Don't Be Mad At Your Own Stupidity, Not My Fault You Can't Throw.

[Mechanical noises can be heard as the other figure wakes up. At the same time another person walks in as mai turns on multiple monitors, every screen filled with the same image, Rose's gun backfiring. As the other figure plays a song recognized as "Spring and a storm" through a distorted speaker.]

🌹: Ť̸̜h̵̘̏é̴̺ ̷̞̅s̵̱̚k̶̯̽y̶͕̓ ̷͔̇ị̵̂s̶̹͠ ̴̘̌d̶̘̓e̶̤̎e̸̪͑p̷͖̚ ̴̘̒á̷͚ṉ̷̽d̶̗̚ ̵̳̏d̴̛̪a̸̹͋r̷̥̀k̷̳̿ ̸̞͠á̸̫n̶̙̈d̵̻̈́ ̴̫̈́è̷͔t̸̘͒ẽ̷̹ŕ̶ͅn̶̟͒ȧ̸̲l̵͈̊l̵̬̾ÿ̸͖́ ̵̨̽h̵̬͝ḭ̷͒g̸̼̅ĥ̶̹.̶̨̃ ̶͈̂M̶͕̓a̷̢͑n̸̯͗y̸̧̕ ̵̕͜p̶̼̅e̵̪̓o̸͈͘p̵̼͌l̶̛̰ẹ̴̔ ̵͓͆ť̵͜h̶̪͝į̶̀n̶̲̈́k̶̺̈́ ̶̯͋t̵̢̍h̴̳̿a̵̠̿t̷͓͌'̸̦͒s̶͎̅ ̴͖̓w̵̺̏h̶͈̃e̸̜̚r̷̘̂e̷̪̾ ̴̘͋y̴̼̍o̸͔̍u̴̜̓ ̶̠͗ǧ̸̗ȯ̵̼ ̸̖̅w̴͈̚h̶͉͐e̴͋͜n̵̨̒ ̷̰͊y̴͍͗ŏ̸͉ṵ̸̒ ̵̡̈́d̴̥͝i̵͍͘e̷͍̾.̵̳͘.̵̹̈.̴̲̂ ̵̺̂d̶̟̔i̸̦̚e̶̦̚.̶͖͆.̶̜̀.̷̞́ ̶͚͝d̷̃͜i̷̜͝è̸̜.̵̼̒.̶̰͗.̸̡̊ ̶̡̑d̴͇̂ḯ̷͜ḙ̴̂.̸̳̿.̶̯͘

Mai: Ugh! Damnit

[As the word "die" continues to repeat, mai hits the figure in the head with a wrench.]

Mai: Shut Up.

Mari: Jesus christ…

Mai: Yeah It Took A Lot Of Wires To Patch This Up.

Mari: How Is She Even Alive.

Mai: Wires… You Fucking Idiot. Anyway We Got Off Topic.

Bluebird: What was the topic again?

Mai: Don't FUCKING INTERRUPT ME!

Mari: Wait don't-

[Mai walks over to the table with rose to untie her, afterwards snapping her fingers as rose wakes up again, slamming bluebird head first into a wall.]

Mari: WHAT THE FUCK!

Mai: Hm Didn't Think That Idiot Would Bleed That Much.

Mari: Is that kid… dead?

Mai: No… Ok Maybe But Besides If She Was, Someone Would Probably Just Bring Her Back.

[Rose returns to the table, the sound of distorted crying can be heard. As mai ties her back to the table.]

Mai: OK! As I Was Fucking Saying, Back On Topic!

[Mai grabs a voice changer out of her pocket, before talking into it]

Sarah?: Hey mari!

Mari: you tricked me...

Sarah?: Yep and it was pretty fucking easy

[Mai hits a button on the side as her voice changes again.]

Mari?: I can mimic you!

[Mai hits another button and the voice changes again]

Rose?: I can even mimic rose if i wanted!

[Mai puts the voice changer back in her pocket, as she moves back to where she was originally standing.]

Mari: Jesus christ...

Mai: Oh Trust Me. That Guy Won't Help You Here!

Mari: why do you have us here then?

Mai: That’s Simple… A Vote :)

Mari: what…

Mai: It Will Decide Who Lives A Happy Life Outside Of Showfall And Who Stays!

Mari: This has to be a joke…

Mai: NOPE! I Have The Buttons Right Here!

[Mai Grabs Two Buttons Off A Desk And Puts Them In Front Of The Two, Before Returning To Her Spot.]

Mai: Those Are For A Special Guest Though.

Mari: don't do this…

Mai: Don't Worry, You Idiot's Will Both… Or I Guess Someone Will Have To Speak For Rose, Will Get Your Last Words And The Chance To Say Why You Should Leave Here And Live Before Voting Opens.

Mari: please don't do this…

Mai: I'm Afraid It's Too Late For That.

Mari: JUST LET US BOTH LEAVE! PLEASE.

Mai: No Can Do Friend. I Put A Lot Into This Little Show, Which Means I Can't Stop Here.

[Mai begins to leave dragging the limp bleeding body of bluebird with her, before saying one last thing to mari.]

Mai: Oh Hey The Kid Is Alive, Anyway Good Luck! I'll See You Both At 4 PM For The Vote!

mari: damnit….

[END TRANSCRIPT]

[bitemedotmp3]

20

20. — wishing

Uzi usually just tries to go out at night. Sunlight won't vaporize her like it might V, but it's still uncomfy. No, nighttime is just easier. The cold and snow remind her of being back home on Copper 9, so she doesn't mind taking a nostalgic walk through the dark once in a while.

The company is unexpected, though.

"Are you here to see the meteor shower too?" says the girl.

Uzi hops back, eyes wide. She isn't sure ow she missed someone standing so close to her. "What the f- Robo-Jesus, you trying to give me a heart attack?!"

"Oh! No, I'm sorry. I was just wondering if you were here to watch the meteor shower. The forecast said there was supposed to be one tonight, and this is a good viewing spot." The girl looks from Uzi to the sky, eyes wide.

Unable to totally resist, Uzi follows her gaze. It's a pretty good view of the night sky, devoid of any tall buildings or other obstructions, and there's not a single cloud to be found. It would be a nice spot for some stargazing, except-

"Uh, no, I'm not," she says, taking a step back. "I mean, you have fun, though-"

"The say if you make a wish on a falling star, it comes true," says the girl. "In a city like this, don't you think it might be true? So many strange things happen here, granting a wish seems normal by comparison."

There's a certain logic to it, but Uzi shakes her head. "Feels too good to be true," she sighs. "Otherwise I'd just wish to get the hell out of here."

The girl giggles. "You're probably not the only one. I'm Mira," she says, pressing a hand to her chest. "And you are?"

Well, maybe she will send up seeing the meteor shower, anyways. "Uzi. You, uh... You like stars, Mira? Do this kinda thing often?"

"Occasionally. It's a nice reminder of how much there is out there, far beyond our grasp. Even here, trapped in this city, it makes things seem less small. Or at least, that's how I feel. What do you think, Uzi?"

"Nothing that deep," she says, sticking her hands in her pockets. "But, like... Me and my boyfriend used to go out at night just to... Y'know, spend time together. He couldn't really go out during the day, so at night we'd fly up to the top of a tall building and just sit together. It was nice."

Uzi looks up at the sky, eyes tracing the points of light that float above. They're nothing like the stars she saw back on Copper 9, and even the single moon that orbits Spirale is completely foreign. Just another fun reminder of how far away she is from everything she's ever known.

"They say that over 99.99999999999 percent of space is totally empty," says Uzi, sighing. "I kinda miss my .00000000001 back home."

But Mira just smiles. "Well, doesn't that make it all the more amazing that we just happened to end up in the same space?"

"I guess," says, Uzi, shrugging. "I can think of a few other people I'd like to have around, though."

"Well, now you know what to wish for. Oh, look!" Mira points up at the sky, her eyes shining. "It's starting!"

Uzi's seen plenty of falling stars before. Copper 9 has a thick atmosphere, so plenty of space debris gets caught up and burns in orbit, like chunks of space rock or falling satellites. But seeing this many is new. Trails of light reflect off Uzi's visor as she stares upwards. Maybe the Island Stars just wanted to make the light show live up to their namesake, but even Uzi has to admit it's pretty impressive. "It's pretty good," she says. "I guess."

Mira has her eyes closed, one hand over her chest. When she opens them a few moments later, a gentle smile unfolds on her lips. "There. If it comes true, I guess I'll know who to thank. Did you make your wish, Uzi?"

"Oh, uh, I-" C'mon, wishing? There's no way it actually works. Right?

Right?

Well, if it does, Uzi would look really stupid passing this up.

"Alright, fine!" she groans, putting her hands together. Her visor displays her eyes screwing shut as she disables her optics, and she tilts her head back towards the sky There's a million things she could wish for: to go home, for Cyn to explode, for her powers back, for V's vision to be repaired, for Mika to stop pining over a yandere catgirl, for Maria's horse to get bigger, for-

I wish N was here.

Her visuals come back online.

And N isn't there.

Well, it's about what she expected.

"Nice sentiment, I guess," says Uzi, shrugging. "But I kinda figured it wouldn't work."

"No one said it would happen right away," says Mira. "But isn't it nice to know what you really want, anyways?"

Uzi looks back up to the sky, and the density of the shooting stars is already quite a bit lower. It seems the show is winding down, and soon it'll end, and everyone will part ways. They'll add a little more space between them all, and go back to their lives in the city.

But it did feel kinda nice. Nothing wrong with a wish once in a while, thinks Uzi. She sticks her hands in her pockets, eyes tracing one final falling star. "I think I already knew."