#yay it's time to watch the special program again

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LIP×LIP FILM×LIVE Special Radio English Translation

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T/N: Keep in mind that Japanese and English aren’t my first language. I never claim my translation (attempts) to be error-free. As always, if you’re going to use or reference my translations, please do not claim it as your own and credit me.

This track is an enclosed benefit in the Deluxe version of the Blu-Ray/DVD. The length is around 18min. When I first listened to it in 2021, I immediately love it! It seems serious at first but it’s quite hilarious XD I wanted to translate it back then actually, but it’s so long!! Songs are easier to tl because they’re like bite-sized. But drama tracks...I’m not good at translating by ear...lol. Though I did my best for this one, so I hope it’s close enough!! ( ´ ▽ ` )

But I really had a lot of fun translating this, haha. I was supposed to post it for LIPxLIP’s birthday this year, but well, I couldn’t fit it into my sched that time. And I’ve been busy afterwards, so I was only able to work on it again a few days ago. Anyways, YAY, FINALLY, I finished translating! I’m really proud of myself for doing so! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

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Both: LIPxLIP FILMxLIVE Special Radio!

Aizou: Hello! This is LIPxLIP’s Aizou and-

Yuujirou: Yuujirou. Please take care of us.

Aizou: We’re in your care.

Yuujirou: It’s finally on sale.

Aizou: Finally! The Blu-ray and DVD containing the secret story behind the formation of our unit LIP×LIP!

Yuujirou: With that being said, it was released in the theaters nationwide in the year 2020 - LIP×LIP FILM×LIVE.

Aizou: This time, to commemorate the release of the Blu-Ray and DVD, the two of us will deliver a certain program. Applause, please. 

*clapping sfx*

Yuujirou: Listening to this program means you’ve already watched the main story, right?

Aizou: There might be inside stories about the movie and the LIVE, so for the people who have not seen it yet, please head over there and check it out.

Yuujirou: Nevertheless, yabai ne.

Aizou: What is?

Yuujirou: Because if you have this Blu-Ray, you can watch the movie and the LIVE for as many times as you like!

Aizou: Yes, yes! You can watch the scene where Yuujirou cuts his bangs for as much as you like!

Yuujirou: “I…can’t do the LIVE….” Aizou’s disheartened murmuring as well.

Aizou: Don’t say that!

Yuujirou: By the way, there have been a lot of reactions since the film was released, any reaction on your side?

Aizou: Speaking of which, a while after the movie came out, our classmates came close to me with smiles on their faces, and all of a sudden, they showed me their bags. When I thought, what about it…my can badge was pinned on it.

Yuujirou: The film’s benefits?

Aizou: Yes, yes. Of course, it made me happy…but I felt slightly embarrassed. But well…Yuujirou’s can badge is a different matter - it annoys me.

Yuujirou: Why? My can badge is great~

Yuujirou: But I’m grateful to have people close to us watch it.

Aizou: Yeah. I’m really thankful. And you, Yuujirou? Did something happen?

Yuujirou: Ah, just now- it’s about yesterday though. We had lessons until late yesterday, right? So, when I came back home, I could hear a woman’s sniffles coming from the living room- and while thinking ‘It’s scary. Scary.’, I opened the door and-

Aizou: You opened the door and...?

Yuujirou: With a bath towel in one hand, Mom was crying, watching our movie.

Yuujirou: Look, we received the Blu-Ray before the others, right.

Aizou: Yeah, well- I have a feeling it’s probably Yuujirou’s mother, but a bath towel-

Yuujirou: Though she also came to the theaters. It seems the more she watches it, the more she starts to cry from the get-go. Even now, she cries at the opening LIVE.

Aizou: Ah, she was crying at that part…?

Yuujirou: Wait, anyway- It’s not good to continue to stay in this corner.

Yuujirou: Aizou, hey, like this.

Aizou: Don’t order me.

Yuujirou: It’s because, here, Aizou will be in-charge of the script.

Aizou: Okay, fine! I just have to do it, right?

02:36

Aizou: And so, the first corner is “Because it is now that I can speak of it - the FILM×LIVE Inside Stories”.

*clapping sfx*

Aizou: Here in this corner, about half a year after the film was released, we can talk about LIP×LIP FILM×LIVE. Because it is now that we can speak of it. Things such as this and that happened. 

Yuujirou: Inside stories, huh.

Yuujirou: We did a lot of things for the release of our film, right.

Aizou: Yes, yes. We also used the live streaming software to broadcast it and everyone had a look.

Yuujirou: The secret footage of the dressing room will be seen by our Julietta.

Aizou: Don’t say secret footage! Manager knows it and she properly gave permission.

Yuujirou: “Eh? Don’t tell me- Aizou’s like this!?” You might see that side of him.

Aizou: If you say that, it applies to you too!  

Aizou: As to the story of the film, though you will know the reason why our unit name is LIP×LIP, this radio’s program was crazy at first.

Yuujirou: Yes, yes. President decided on that, right.

Aizou: That name ended up as, ‘Delivering to Julietta: Ai ♡ Yuu’

Yuujirou: The President says hackneyed is good, but as expected, it’s that.

Aizou: Don’t say that. Though I’ll do everything in my power to stop it.

Aizou: Or rather- there’s one thing I want to tell you!

Yuujirou: What is it?

Aizou: When there is a delivery, can we stop using rock-paper-scissors in choosing who will go first?

Yuuijrou: But why?

Yuujirou: It’s fair and square.

Aizou: Because I can’t win in janken (rock-paper-scissors)!

Aizou: Today as well, the sweets I wanted were taken by you.

Yuujirou: Aizou’s really weak at janken ne.

Aizou: Didn’t we fight over the tuna mayo onigiri in the movie?

Yuujirou: Ah, the ones that Uchida-san bought for us after our dance lessons?

Aizou: Yes, yes. I lost at janken that time. You ate the tuna mayo then.

Yuujirou: But since then, the tuna mayo rice balls we’ve been eating have become two.

Aizou: It did. It did. Ah but, there are times where it appears as a different bento in other studios. Like meat and fish. 

Yuujirou: There were. 

Aizou: At such times, why is it that every time I want to eat something it’s similar to you, I can’t win at  janken, and I feel like I’m the only one losing money.

Yuujirou: About that- Well- Ganbatte.

Aizou: The way you say it pisses me off!

Yuujirou: But, there is no quicker way to resolve it other than janken.

Aizou: For that- Today is the day I choose first. The next time is the day Yuujirou will choose first. 

Yuujirou: Ehhh, then- if Aizou wins at janken, then we will go with your suggestion.

Aizou: I told you- Didn’t we just talk about that I can’t win in that.

Yuujirou: You won’t know if you don’t try. Who knows, you might win by some possibility. For the time being, let’s do it once.

Aizou: He really said ‘by some possibility’. 

Yuujirou: Enough of that, look, let’s do it.

Both: Starting with rock, jankenpon!

Aizou: Why did I go with scissors-

Yuujirou: I’m rock, so it’s my win! And so- Aizou’s suggestion is rejected!

Aizou: Seems like I can’t win anymore in my lifetime.

Aizou: Ah, so- do you have none to share, Yuujirou? Some inside stories?

Yuuijrou: Oh right, it’s a story about our lessons. We receive vocal lessons too, right? 

Aizou: The snippets of that and our dance lessons were cut in the movie, right.

Yuujirou: I want to show those to Julietta.

Aizou: Why?

Yuujirou: Because- Aizou couldn’t even read the sheet music. Though IV-san, who came to our lessons, had a smile on his face, he must have been absolutely fed up with you.

Aizou: Even though I couldn’t read it, I could sing it just by listening to it.

Yuujirou: I heard it during our LIVE too, but you can properly read it now, right?

Aizou: Yes- Well- Perfectly.

Yuujirou: How suspicious. Though you couldn’t read the sheet music, you could sing the chorus well.

Aizou: That’s because- if I sing this part by how it feels, it will generally sound and feel good, right?

Yuujirou: It….will…? Anyway, forget it. In the next vocal lesson, I’ll check whether Aizou has learned to read sheet music or not, and I’ll wait for the opportunity to report the details in some way.

Aizou: No- you don’t have to do it!

Yuujirou: But, in terms of our lessons, we are greatly indebted to everyone from Full Throttle4.

Aizou: Truly. They are already busy on their own and they took the trouble to take care of us newcomers.

Yuujirou: After our lessons, they would occasionally come to the agency and see how we are.

Aizou: Oh, about that! I was invited by YUI-san to eat ramen.

Yuujirou: Eh!? I wasn’t invited!

Aizou: You went back first that day because you had something to do at your house.

Yuujirou: Take me along next time, then.

Aizou: You can just go with me.

Yuujirou: No, Aizou is out of the options.

Aizou: Why!?

06:43

Yuujirou: Ah, about the inside stories! I remembered one!

Aizou: What is it, what is it?

Yuujirou: There’s a secret place you told me about.

Aizou: Ah, that place where we practiced secretly after our lessons at the agency.

Yuujirou: Yes, there.

Yuujirou: We’ve practiced there many times but there was once a time that we were not able to practice at all.

Aizou: There was?

Yuujirou: There was! When we were practicing, a stray cat came out of nowhere, and Aizou was all, ‘You’re adorable! Where did you come from?’ and became so madly in love with the cat.

Aizou: Don’t exaggerate the story!

Aizou: I did think of the cat as adorable but ‘dechuu ne’- there’s no way I’d say that!

[T/N: dechuu ne -  a cute form of desu ne]

Yuujirou: Well, you didn’t say it but-

Aizou: See, I knew it!

Yuujirou: But, the ‘we were not able to practice’ was true.

Aizou: That’s because...when a cat rubs against one’s legs, most people will pat their heads, right?

Yuujirou: They don’t rub against me…

Aizou: What, were you envious?

Yuujirou: I am not envious! I am a dog person.

Aizou: Yes, yes~ if you say so.

07:33

Aizou: Ah, do you have any inside story about the LIVE part this time?

Yuujirou: Oh yeah… The LIVE this time around..from the set-list to the small details of the performance, we put forward a lot of our suggestions, right? 

Aizou: Hmm yeah, the staff had numerous meetings as well.

Yuujirou: Yes, that’s why, we were aware of how the performance will go in general. But even so, Aizou, when he saw the sparks in the performance he was all, ‘Amazing!! Wow!! That’s awesome!!’ like a primary schooler would.

Aizou: Are you exaggerating again?

Yuujirou: This one just now was not.

Aizou: Ah- no, but-! That can’t be helped! Wait, Yuujirou was excited, too!

Yuujirou: Not as much as Aizou though.

Yuujirou: But really, it was more amazing than we imagined.

Aizou: It was incredible. And later, the light from the penlights as seen from the stage was stunning.

Yuujirou: Aizou can’t say anything other than yabai.

Aizou: Shut up! It was truly stunning! Everyone’s waving their blue and yellow penlights-

Yuujirou: There was a lot of blue. It was beautiful.

Aizou: Haa? There was more yellow!

Yuujirou: Blue!

Aizou: Yellow!

08:33

Aizou: Ah, but- LOVE&KISS made its debut this time and it was exceptionally well-received.

Yuujirou: Yes, that’s right. Everyone was enthusiastic during the solo dance part in the interlude before the last chorus.

Aizou: Just as I thought, it was correct to add dynamic dance steps to it!

Yuujirou: Yes, by the way, does Aizou have any favorite lyrics in LOVE&KISS?

Aizou: Ah, there’s a lot, but I think it’s the chorus. 

Aizou: Zettai yume wa, zettai kimi no, LOVE&KISS~ 

Aizou: Zettai muri wa, zekkouchou de kowashichae~

Aizou: That part.

Yuujirou: Other than that?

Aizou: Ah, right. Before the chorus.

Aizou: Kugidzuke ni shite yaru~

Aizou: I also like that one.

Yuujirou: Ah, that was close!

Aizou: Eh? What do you mean by ‘close’?

Yuujirou: There are similar lyrics at the end of the last chorus, right? Not the ‘kugidzuke ni shite yaru’.

Aizou: Yakitsuke sasete ageru yo…?

Yuujirou: With that being said, the next is this-!!

Yuujirou: Like a kiss, we want to convey these words to you. A corner in which we set fire to the hearts of Julietta!

*clapping sfx*

09:37

Yuujirou: In this corner, with a given situation, we will speak lines that can set fire to Julietta’s heart using dialogues!

Aizou: Hey, don’t continue like nothing happened!

Yuujirou: Eh, what?

Aizou: You made me say it needlessly! Like the ‘yakitsuke sasate ageru yo’!

Yuujirou: But we can’t go to the next corner if you don’t do it.

Aizou: No. Do it normally.

Yuujirou: Alright, first, an example!

Yuujirou: Oh no! When you open your eyes, somehow, you’ve turned into a frog! Not to mention, there is a big snake in front of you. You have to find a way to convince the snake in order for you to overcome this crisis.

Aizou: No, no, wait a minute-

Yuujirou: What is it?

Aizou: I want to question a lot of things- but- this will not set fire to Julietta’s heart but the snake’s instead!

Yuujirou: As far as the result is concerned, is it not enough if it can make an impression in the hearts of Julietta?

Aizou: Don’t be so calm about it. 

Aizou: Anyway, there will be some topics that require you to get through the crisis splendidly?

Yuujirou: Looks like it.

Yuujirou: And so, first up- Aizou’s assigned theme is this.

10:33

Yuujirou: You are a popular idol. Today is the important final day of your LIVE performance. But, oh no! You have to go to the toilet mid-concert. How would you say a cool excuse so you can go to the restroom?

Yuujirou: No, this might actually happen. I think practicing in advance will not hurt.

Aizou: It might not hurt but that’s something we shouldn’t do!

Aizou: Even so, a cool excuse...

Yuujirou: Have you thought of something?

Aizou: Ah, well…I'll give it a try for the time being.

Yuujirou: Well then, Aizou’s lines that will set fire to Julietta’s heart are in 3, 2, 1…if you please.

Aizou: Everyone. I'm really grateful you came to our LIVE today. Today is the finale so I am deeply touched. Wait, that won’t do. The light of your penlights blurs so much and I can’t see clearly at all. I want to properly see everyone’s faces, so please wait a bit, I’ll go get a towel!

Yuujirou: No, that’s too long!

Aizou: Why!? I did my very best!

Yuujirou: Indeed, it is a more of an enthusiastic speech than I imagined, but-

Aizou: Then you try it, Yuujirou! So you'll know how difficult it was for me!

Yuujirou: Uwah, Don't wanna~

Aizou: Don't say you don't want to!

Aizou: And so, Yuujirou’s assigned theme is this.

11:43

Aizou: You made it into the toilet just in time. But, oh no, there's no toilet paper, but just as you thought of that, there is a person in the cubicle next to you. Lucky. So you won't be found out that you are an idol, coolly take the paper.

Yuujirou: But somehow, it’s connected to Aizou’s theme.

Aizou: Seems like it.

Aizou: But this scenario is more likely than the previous one.

Yuujirou: I mean, us and the one in the scenarios are idols, but the situations are all toilet-themed..what’s going on.

Aizou: *nervous laughter* It's alright, I guess…?

Aizou: Are you going to do it soon?

Yuujirou: Uhmm, one way or another...?

Aizou: Okay. Then, Yuujirou’s lines that will set fire to Julietta’s heart are in 3, 2, 1…if you please.

Yuujirou: I- Hanako-san- Will you become my friend? No? Then, in exchange, can you give me the toilet paper?

Aizou: No- Wai- Wait! Wait!

Yuujirou: *laughing* What?

Aizou: Why Hanako-san!? Isn't that the male's restroom!?

Yuujirou: It wasn't mentioned whether the characters are males or not.

Aizou: But even so...in exchange for not being your friend, to give the toilet paper...

Yuujirou: It's fine as long as it’s not found out I'm an idol, right.

Aizou: Well yes, but- exactly where in those lines are supposed to be the ‘cool’ factor....

Yuujirou: Okay~ Here comes the next one!

12:53

Yuujirou: After using the restroom, you are about to go back to the LIVE; but unexpectedly, there is an alien invasion. Please persuade the extraterrestrial beings who want to take you away, in an exceptional manner.

Aizou: The themes are enigmatic stories…and even *SF has appeared.

[T/N: SF = Science Fiction]

Yuujirou: Sure enough, if you want to aim for greater heights as an idol, you cannot take one or two extraterrestrial beings as captives, okay?

Yuujirou: Aizou, do your best~

Aizou: Stop talking nonsense!

Aizou: Well.. But fine, I’ll see what I can do.

Yuujirou: Then, Aizou’s lines that will set fire to Julietta’s heart in 3, 2, 1…if you please.

13:34

Aizou: Of course, your feelings towards me make me happy. I am glad, but there are people waiting for me. Julietta is waiting for me. That’s why, I’m sorry. I can’t reciprocate your feelings. Ah, but if you’d like, you can come see our LIVE. We will show you that we can definitely capture you.

Yuujirou: Like I said, it’s too long!

Aizou: It’s fine even if it’s long!

Yuujirou: But wait, can cosmic beings communicate with us?

Aizou: If you destabilize such a premise, I’ll be helpless!

Yuujirou: Like you know, communicate with a unique dance.

Aizou: Then, I can’t convey it through the radio! 

Aizou: Okay, next! The next is the last one!

Aizou: Just as you thought that the aliens returned back somehow, everything that happened before now was actually a dream. You, who are late for school, make a cool excuse to your teacher.

Yuujirou: The unexpected ‘it was all a dream’ ending!

Aizou: Haha, but an excuse for being tardy is your specialty. You can do it, right?

Yuujirou: It’s not like it’s my specialty. And I’m not late! I make sure I am right on time!

Aizou: Oh speaking of, at the beginning of our LIVE of our movie, you were almost late! Honestly, stop hiding somewhere to sleep after our rehearsals! Searching for you is troublesome.

Yuujirou: You don’t have to look for me. But more than that, can I answer now?

Aizou: Make sure to say an impressive line this time.

Aizou: Then, Yuujirou’s lines that will set fire to Julietta’s heart in 3, 2, 1…if you please.

14:50

Yuujirou: I’m sorry! There was a girl who was lost and crying, so I walked with her to the toilet. Although she goes by the name Hanako-san.

Aizou: It’s the unexpected Hanako-san ending!

Yuujirou: This time is seriously impressive, right?

Aizou: Rather than being impressive, it’s half-hearted! Your excuse will definitely be seen through as a lie in no time!

Yuujirou: It might not be a lie, you know!

Aizou: No, is this corner alright? Did it properly set fire to the hearts of Julietta?

Yuujirou: As long as they had fun, isn’t it fine?

15:20

Yuujirou: And so, that was the “Like a kiss, we want to convey these words to you. A corner in which we set fire to the hearts of Julietta!”

Aizou: This program is ending soon, but once again, how did you feel about the film?

Yuujirou: That’s right. How should I put it, it’s been a long time since the film was announced. So somehow, I feel like, “We’ve finally come this far”.

Aizou: True. Before we knew it. 

Aizou: Forming a unit, debuting, and being able to stand in a great stage called FILMxLIVE. 

Yuujirou: It’s not something you usually experience, right? Once again, I am glad I took the first step when I saw the audition.

Aizou: Right? This is also for every Julietta who is listening. The things you want or would like to do...you may have a lot of dreams you want to realize. If you are lost, for the time being, I want you to take the first step forward. That’s what I think.

Yuujirou: He’s right. And to think that I rarely agree with Aizou.

Aizou: Don’t say rarely.

Yuujirou: But it is true. That time, I took the step forward because I also wanted to change. And now, the things I want to do keep increasing. I’m really happy with who I am presently, and I really feel that I am blessed.

Aizou: Certainly. But isn’t it difficult to continue doing your best? At times like those, it would be great if we could become an existence that can give strength to Julietta.

Yuujirou: You’re right. Aizou already said it in the interview, but when you are exhausted, please give our songs a listen.

Aizou: Hey, when I sang Kono Sekai no Tanoshimikata, I felt a sort of tightness in my chest. I have a feeling that we were singing it more to ourselves instead. So, I hope it encourages everyone who will listen to the song.

Yuujirou: I get that feeling! The song is perfect for this movie, right?

Aizou: Really, as expected of Haniwa-san.

Aizou: Please take care of LIPxLIP from now on and in the future.

Yuujirou: Please treat us well.

17:06

Aizou: We may be like this, but lastly, do you have anything like ‘I want to do something like this!’ in the future?

Yuujirou: Ah, yeah. Through this movie, I really felt that there are actually many people who support us. We also received a lot of power from everyone’s responses, didn’t we? That is why, with that kind of meaning of repaying gratitude, I want to do more things that will make Julietta happy in the future. 

Aizou: And in order to do that, we have to ‘power up’! You and I. But first of all, shall we go together for a run tomorrow? 

Yuujirou: I don’t want to! When I run with you, I will be smacked on the back and you will definitely provoke me!

Yuujirou: Furthermore, you don’t go easy on me! Show some mercy; that hurts, you know! Do you understand me?

Aizou: What’s with you. It shows I’m cheering for you! Like, “Hey, do you best!”

Yuujirou: Your help is uncalled for. I have my own pace and I will run by myself!

Aizou: Uwah, you’re not cute at all.

Yuujirou: I don’t want Aizou to think of me as cute.

Yuujirou: More than that, lastly, let’s end this with a message to Julietta.

Aizou: Got it. 

Aizou: Thank you for listening until now. Watch the film over and over again, okay? I love you, Julietta!

Yuujirou: I look forward to the day that we can meet you again. I love you, Julietta!

Aizou: And that ends it! This is LIPxLIP’s Aizou and-

Yuujirou: Yuujirou!

Both: Bye, bye!!

~END

[dream-meister-translations]

CLOSE UP MEISTER!! SEARLE CHARACTER CARD #1

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MERRY ROSE : ......

SEARLE : ......

PHOTOGRAPHER : Okay, Searle-kun, let's try a different pose. This time try to bring more attention to your clothes.

SEARLE : Hmm? You mean like this~?

PHOTOGRAPHER : Yes, yes! That's good!

SEARLE : Hehehe, I did it~♪!

I stand at the edge of the studio with Link, watching as the three of them pose for the camera.

EMMA : They all look so good. Each of them has this unique flair that just catches your eye.

LINK : I'm honestly really surprised, too. Who knew choosing these three would be the right decision?

We were working on a project to boost awareness of the Magic Line. Right now, Link was in the process of taking promotional photos for a "certain program" he had planned to increase its popularity.

EMMA : Making a special program with a "Meister" theme was a stroke of genius. Where did you even come up with the idea?

LINK : I wanted to make sure it would be a subject that everyone would be interested in.

LINK : "What kind of work do Meisters actually do?"

LINK : "You always look so busy."

LINK : "I want to know more about your personal life."

LINK : These are the kind of questions I get in my comments' section every day.

EMMA : It's true that many people admire the "Meisters", but there are not many people who get a chance to see what you actually do.

EMMA : (...I think this program will be a good chance to show the public what being a Meister is all about.)

PHOTOGRAPHER : Okay! Let's take a break!

GUI / SEARLE / MERRY ROSE : Yes...! / Yes! / Okay!

PHOTOGRAPHER : Link, can we check the film roll so far?

LINK : Okay☆! I'm on my way!

As Link heads towards the cameraman, Searle heads my way, taking Link's place by my side.

SEARLE : Hey, Emma-Kun, did you see me modeling out there~?

EMMA : Of course. You did a great job, Searle!

EMMA : You guys were in perfect sync! It was so cool!

SEARLE : Hehe~♪ Your praise makes me really happy, Emma~. So, okay, let's try this: Can you put your hands up?

SEARLE : High five for doing such a great job! Way to go!

EMMA : Haha, yay!

SEARLE : Hey, hey, you should model with us next time, Emma. You will, won't ya?

EMMA : Haha! That would be difficult to do when the stars of the show are supposed to be Searle-kun and his Meister friends.

MERRY ROSE : Searle, don't you think you're always a little too forward with Emma-kun?

SEARLE : Yes! I love Emma~!

GUI : Well, it's nice that they get along so well. Everyone needs such good friends!

MERRY ROSE : I guess that's true. Though I don't know if he's a friend or an overly enthusiastic puppy.

SEARLE : I'm not a dog! Do you see my ears or tail sticking out, you don't, do you~?

MERRY ROSE : It's just a metaphor. You don't have to spin around to show me.

EMMA : Looks like that's a wrap on the group photo shoot. Tomorrow you're going to split up for your solo shoots.

EMMA : We'll do interviews and photos for the individual booklets, and those will be used as part of the ad campaign. The next time we'll all be together like this I think will be for the broadcast itself?

GUI : I'm excited to tell people about all my Magic Tools, but I'm not sure how I feel doing an interview about me personally...

GUI : Ugh, I'm getting really nervous now...

MERRY ROSE : It's not like you're performing for royalty. You don't need to be so nervous, do you?

SEARLE : Hey, you're going to be with me tomorrow as well, right?

EMMA : Yes. I'm gonna be supporting you the whole way through.

SEARLE : Yay!

EMMA : Wow! You always catch me by surprise when you hug me like that!

SEARLE : Hehehe~♪ I'm so happy to be working with Emma-kun again. I'll do my best, so keep your eye on me, okay~?

[heartsoftruth]

About Gabriel: brazilian (yay, we're back!!! 🇧🇷), 20 years, signed in 22 in Alonso's management, won F3 as a rookie with 45 points ahead of 2nd place, after this got signed in McLaren program, is currently leading F2, as a rookie, with 2 wins and 3 second places, one of these wins was monza when he won coming from last place, the only F2 driver ever to have done this (since F2 exists, Idk if happened when it was GP2)

So yeah, he's great, he'll be at sauber but is a great opportunity. Is a strange feeling because I'm happy Brasil is back in F1, but sad to see Bottas go, I don't want Lewis to be alone 😢 and even though he's from my country I'll only support him if he's nice to Lewis 🤭 my priorities remain the same 😂

Vai Brasil!!! hahah. Happy you get another driver. Will be very special for him next year during the GP.

Thanks for the stats anon! Maybe I need to watch that Monza race back then during this break? F2 is always fun to watch and this sounds like a good one! I know there's still one race to go in F2 right? So this time I will look at him AND Kimi hahah.

Yeah I was thinking that too. Lewis and Valtteri are nice together and Lewis can be very to himself during those parade. I often worry when I see him again by himself HAHAHh 🙈 Feeling like a mother: GO SOCIALIZEEEEE *gives him a little push* hahah. But then again: As long as he's getting love and waving to the fans all is good. I also hate it when they chat so much and don't see the stands anymore.

[hotarutranslations]

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While tackling rehearsals daily,

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[staravya]

Relative Happiness

When they leave, they take her with them.

—

“Adora,” she says, “this is very important.”

Adora giggles. “Yeah?”

—

“So, good news: she wiped out a pretty big chunk of the Rebel forces. Which is great, because it means your plan’s working,” Scorpia says.

“Yay!” Adora cheers, throwing her arms into the air with so much force she nearly tips over the chair she’s in.

Catra eyes her with mild satisfaction. “Let me guess, the bad side is that we also lost a good chunk of our forces trying to retrieve her.”

“Yup.”

“I did it!” Adora cheers again, and this time she really does tip her chair over, tumbling to the ground with a crash. “Ow.”

Catra props her elbows up on the table and grins as Scorpia leans over and make sure Adora didn’t crack her head open on the floor.

—

“Subject appears to be just as floppy as before,” Entrapta notes, eyeing a very limp Adora giggling to herself. “There was no noticeable resurgence in... level of floppiness, so it definitely didn’t abate over time, so it stands to conclude that so long as her sword’s infected, she’s infected! No need for renewal! Which really calls into question just how closely she and the sword are linked...”

Catra groans, already beyond bored. “We already knew all that—“

“We didn’t know, we hypothesized!“

“—but more importantly, I need you to make something to make it easier for us to stop her.”

“The brakes are broke,” Adora chimes in, delightedly sing-song.

“Well, we can’t put anything on her. Her clothes all change when she transforms. Maybe put something on the sword? But it can’t be too complex, or it’ll get infected and lash out too… no First Ones tech for sure.”

Scorpia prods Adora with a claw, watching the incapacitated princess clumsily poke her back. "Well," she says, "we just need to get the sword away from her, right? So, something like... a big magnet."

“A magnet... yes, that would work. It’d have to have quite a bit of power to pull the sword out of her hands, but it could work!”

—

They unleash her in villages, towns, areas susceptible to surprise attack and too far for Bright Moon to quickly transport forces to.

Entrapta said that Glitter and the other guy would know how to snap She-Ra out of it, and Catra isn’t about to let them take her away again. Yes, she wants She-Ra to kill them with her own hands, but she wants to do it right.

—

“I feel kinda funny,” Adora mumbles into her pillow. “Lil’... just a lil’ loopy. Lilloopy.”

You’ve been loopy for the two weeks, Catra doesn’t say. “Let me see your forehead,” she says instead, and reaches out a hand.

In this state, it’s a coin toss as to whether or not Adora successfully processes any instructions—never mind if she remembers or decides to follow them—but the infected princess seems to crave physical contact. It’s endearing and very easy to exploit, as proven by how quickly Adora scoots closer and leans her head on Catra’s shoulder with a happy sigh.

Rolling her eyes, Catra presses her palm to Adora’s head.

It’s hot, to her surprise. Much hotter than it should be. Catra tends to run hotter between the two of them, but right now...

“You’re sick,” Catra observes, mostly to herself. She tries not to think of angry red roots locked around She-Ra’s sword, of wires smoking under the strain, of Adora’s increasing lethargy.

“Silly,” Adora nearly slurs into her shoulder. Catra feels her press a smile there, like a benediction, before she closes her eyes. “Course I’m sick. S’what vi... v... being sick does. You're floofy.”

—

“She-ra is, essentially, programming. Seems like it’s only compatible with Adora, but I can’t figure out why that is. What makes her so special?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“It has everything to do with everything! The sword’s a piece of First Ones tech, a runestone linked directly to her. It could be that parts of her bodily functions are connected to it—like her immune system, in this case.”

“Then... her body is trying to fight off the virus. That’s why she has a fever. But you said the sword was infected, not her.”

“She’s not! That’s why she’s not all rage murdery when she doesn’t have the sword. But she’s still connected to it somehow. Maybe the comparability allowed a few aspects of the virus to affect her, but not all of it. Just enough to make her body think it’s sick. In a short span of time, this would be meaningless, but she’s been infected for nearly a month now, and her body is exhausted from constantly fighting something it can’t beat. It... might actually kill her, at this rate.”

Catra feels her ears pin back before she can stop them, betraying her discomfort.

—

Adora looks up at Catra. Her blue eyes are streaked with thin threads of angry red—not all-consuming crimson like She-Ra, but something a little too close to it. They’re hazed over and directed only vaguely in Catra’s direction, like she’s having trouble focusing on her.

“Come on,” Catra says, again.

Adora laughs, but it’s a strained, hollow sound. “I’m going away,” she says. She does not move.

“Don’t be dramatic.”

A smile. “Going away,” she says, again.

Patience has never been one of Catra’s strong suits. She sighs, reaches over to pull back the thick blanket Adora’s bundled herself in, and—

Adora puts a hand on Catra’s wrist, stilling her. For the first time, she sees the subtly-glowing network of veins stretching from Adora’s fingers to her elbow. Most of them glow a faint red, but her fingertips have turned an ashy gray.

It’s like the red roots in the sword that lock around She-Ra’s arms have wormed their way under Adora’s skin. Unease prickles at the back of Catra’s neck, knowing that this… can’t be good.

After a moment, Adora lets her hand drop, like she’s too tired to keep holding on.

Something unhappy claws at the back of Catra’s throat. This isn’t what she wants.

Catra says, “Fine, lazy bones, you can sleep in,” and leaves.

She doesn't look back, but feels Adora's gaze prickle against her neck anyway.

—

“Can you turn it off?”

“Not without destroying it, and it’ll take me months to get it working again.”

—

Catra watches the little princess grab the archer and Adora, the sword tucked under one arm and the data crystal tucked under the other, and vanish.

She hopes against hope that they aren’t too late.

—

The first thing Glimmer does when they get to Bright Moon is throw the data crystal onto the ground and stomp, furiously, a sob caught in her throat.

“Glimmer,” Bow begins, but he’s got his arms full of a feverish Adora, and he doesn’t really want to stop her, anyway. He watches as the crystal splinters under her feet, a thousand glittering pieces of red fading to innocuous green as its self-sustaining power dies down. Glimmer’s heels chase after every shard, slamming into them over and over and over until there’s little more than dust remaining.

Adora whimpers, pulling them away from the destruction.

“Here, I’ll hold her,” Glimmer says, reaching for Adora. “Mom’s waiting. You get this… thing cleaned up and incinerated, I don’t want to see it ever again.”

“Okay,” Bow says. He carefully shifts Adora into Glimmer’s waiting arms, increasingly worried by the lack of response from their friend.

—

“The worst of it passed with the crystal. She should be recovering just fine on her own.”

“Can we see her?”

“Of course. I think having people near might help, actually. Her illness isn’t infectious, so give her a hug for me, won’t you?”

—

There’s an attack the next day—not on Bright Moon, but on one of the villages in the woods.

Glimmer and Bow unwillingly pull themselves away from Adora’s bedside to help, urged by the knowledge that they’re needed (and by the reassurance that Adora was well on the mend). They arrive quickly enough to minimize damage and save most of the residents, thankfully, though everyone’s eager to get it over with.

From the corner of her eye, Glimmer spots a familiar feline form. Heterochromatic eyes meet hers for a split second, and then Catra ducks into the shadows and by the time Glimmer teleports there, she’s gone.

“I hope you’re fucking proud of yourself!” Glimmer shouts, recklessly drawing attention her way, but she doesn’t care. Every part of her bellows in righteous fury and she can’t stop thinking of Adora’s weakly whispered, Catra, did you leave? I’m sorry, I miss you, I miss you, I love you. “I hate you!”

The whine of a charging cannon gives Glimmer enough time to teleport out of the way of the blast.

[writefightandflightclub]

Imagine working with Nathan on a new AI project so you're kind of forced to live with him in his property. One day, during one of his usual workouts, you see him boxing and you're captivated by his movements and his agility. So you ask him to teach you how to boxe and he agrees. There's a lot of tension that bilds up between the two of you everytime he puts his hands on you to show you the right posture and you feel him watching your every move. When he thinks you're ready, you start to boxe against him and in a couple of minutes he already has you on the ground and beneath him. He is straddling you while you're looking up at him, breathing heavily both for the fall and the fact that he's so close to you. But after a second he's on you, kissing you deeply while holding both of your wrists above your head.

I love this! 🧡 An Anon after my own heart!!! Nathan AND boxing? Yay! (Look, I do boxing irl and so I just… yearn, okay?)

I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to add / write anything, as your ask was already the perfect take, but I hope you enjoy this as well! ☺️🙏

Warnings: mature for themes but not explicit. Innuendos, sexual tension, kissing, mild steam/implied arousal.

Here goes.

Hip Rotation: Nathan Bateman x GN!reader

You enjoy watching Nathan work up a sweat.

He notices.

You deny it.

“Don’t make me pull footage and run an eye-tracking program.”

Balls. Can he do that?

“It’s your technique. I’m interested in boxing,” you bullshit.

He doesn’t even bother to conceal his smirk. “Sure, honey.”

Nathan teases you for a while, but eventually, you think he’s forgotten about it.

You should know better. This is Nathan.

The next morning the helicopter arrives with a special delivery and as Nathan tears open the package you instantly understand why. Oh no.

He holds up some brand new boxing gloves.

For you.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

“Come on then, little Bee. Show me what you got.”

“No-I’m-good-actually,” you blurt.

He looks at you from beneath his frames, hands on his hips. “I thought you were interested.” He quirks an eyebrow. “In the boxing.”

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. This bastard is calling your bluff and there’s no way out of this one.

Knowing you’re defeated before you’ve even sparred, you offer him a thin smile. “Sure. Fine. Let me change.”

You reappear and step out to the deck, where Nathan is already pounding the bag - harder than usual. Clearly showing off, you imagine. You gulp as his raw power sends a heat… somewhere, and you try your level best not to think about anyone pounding anything.

However, that’s hard to do when Nathan turns his focussed attention towards you. He double-takes, swallowing thickly when he sees you emerge in your workout gear.

The man helps you wrap your hands before stuffing them into the gloves, and you think you might keel over from the sheer tenderness in the way he winds it around and between your fingers. His gaze intermittently lifts up to meet yours, your eyes magnetising to each other’s, then each time it is swiftly torn back down again to your hands, his brow furrowing and expression turning stern as he concentrates on getting you all set. “Thought these would be the right weight for you,” he says approvingly as he Velcros you into the gloves - a perfect fit.

“Okay, little Bee. Come here. In front of the bag.” You shuffle. “What - do you think you’re Stretch Armstrong? Within range.” You shuffle a bit closer. “Fucking hell.” He slips up behind you and grabs your shoulders with his warm palms, driving you much closer to the bag. “Within arm range; not the range of a ballistic missile, sweetcheeks.”

Wow, okay. You would be annoyed with him for his lip, but his breath is hot on the back of your neck and so you’re simply: no thoughts, head empty.

His warm, clammy hands adjust you, and he utters little instructions in his deep timbre, his voice alarmingly close to the shell of your ear, sending a prickle of heat down your spine. “Now, this is your stance, understand? Left foot -you’re not a southpaw right? - left foot forward. Hips square. Elbows in. Hands up. Chin down.”

He leans forward, to make a more subtle adjustment, and his thick, wiry beard brushes against your collarbone, where it’s bare beneath the strap of your vest. You have to bite your lip to keep from whining, as this shiver actually has your muscles convulsing.

“You okay there?” he asks, and you can detect a hint of smug amusement in his tone (which isn’t hard, that’s kinda his default around you).

“Yeah,” you brush off. “Just a cramp.”

“Hmmph. You need to eat more salt.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“And you’ll need protein after this.”

“Yep, sure thing, Bateman.”

You try not to think about anything salty and filled with protein, but you’re just that person. You can’t help yourself.

Hell. He’s so warm. A little slick and clammy from his workout but you don’t mind that and… Goddamnit, as his hands manipulate you -surprisingly gently, making you yearn twice as hard- you’re sweating before you’ve even thrown a single punch.

“Yeah, just like that,” Nathan praises as you start getting it, and you know the bastard is making this far more sexual than it needs to be, just to fluster you. “Right there, honey.”

Well, two can play at that game. The gloves have you feeling brave enough. “Yeah, you like that, Nathan?” you purr, flashing him your best seductive eyes as he circles around to your front. A satisfied grin sweeps your face as Nathan breaks first, clearing his throat and stepping back from you. Apparently he didn’t expect that you would go blow-for-blow with him in the flustering department.

You try not to think about blowing anything.

God, you’ve spent too long around this man. Why is everything an innuendo?

“Now you try,” Nathan commands, getting the lesson back on track with a nod. You replicate the stance he showed you, and his dark eyes scan you critically, carefully assessing your positioning. Still, a smile twitches his mouth, barely visible beneath the brush of his beard.

“Shit. You should be my bodyguard at the gala next weekend.”

“I’m that good already, huh?”

“No. Your stance is awful. But you look so hot like this I can’t say I’d mind.”

Your cheeks heat but you don’t hate the compliment.

“What did I say?” He scolds, clicking his tongue and pointing down at your feet. “Weight through your toes. Not back on your heels.”

You stick your tongue out at him and his brown eyes pool with heat.

“Now, show me what you think a punch looks like.”

You frown, and you poke your arm forwards emphatically.

“Not quite,” Nathan says, almost fondly, his voice dipped and dark, and his hands slipping forward to hold your hips from the front. “See -like this- the power mostly comes from the hip rotation.”

HOLY FUCKING HELL YOU TRY NOT TO THINK ABOUT HIP ROTATION. 🤪🥵🥴

You lock eyes with Nathan for a moment, a long, stretched, syrupy moment, both your chins dipped, eyes big and lust-blown. His tongue fleets out along his lower lip and then he’s just looking at where his hands are resting on your hips and then, his fingers are digging in just a little deeper. Holding you just a little more firmly. You don’t even mind those sweaty hand wraps of his like this. In fact, they’re kinda hot.

“Hips like this, see?” he says hoarsely, rotating you with his strong hands.

“Yes, Nathan.”

Oops.

Did you need to sound so breathy when you said that?

So… turned on?

Did you really need to whimper slightly like a tragic, swooning mess?

And, God forbid you might have a moment with the man you’ve been pretending to hate for months now whilst secretly pining, but, in panic, you reach out and bonk him right on the top of his noggin like you’re playing a furious game of whack-a-mole.

“Shit, sorry, I-“ you suck in air through your teeth. “Got a little confused.”

Well that’s thin.

But, much to your disappointment, Nathan immediately backs off, rubbing his buzzed head melodramatically.

“Christ, message received. Now, let’s drill this again. This is called a jab. No. Keep your shoulder high when you extend. Chin tucked in, see? Protect your jaw.”

You follow Nathan’s instructions to the letter as he calls out adjustments - or, at least, to the best of your ability. You shouldn’t be quite so surprised, perhaps, but he’s a surprisingly good teacher. And apparently, he’s surprised that you’re a good pupil too. “Wow. I finally found a setting where you’re obedient, huh? Knew there was at least one of those if I pushed the right buttons.”

You scowl at him for the veiled innuendo, and for insinuating you have settings like one of his machines, AND because you’re still feeling brave with these big shiny mitts on, thank you very much. “When do I get to punch you, exactly?” you jest, as though that would be fair payback.

Still, you continue.

You continue as Nathan talks you through some of the basics. Footwork, throwing a jab and a hook, and you even start to enjoy this (- for the reasons you’re supposed to).

Before long though, you are buzzing, and so transfixed by the way Nathan circles his muscled body around you, back and forth, back and forth, and you barely realise that you’ve begun to pant and work up a sweat.

You’re actually enjoying working out some tension.

Yeah. Living with Nathan, there’s a helluva lot of tension, alright.

“Hey, hey,” Nathan signals, with a warm hand to your shoulder. “5 minutes rest, okay? Drink some water.”

You duck off to the side, taking eager sips of water, the bottle clutched precariously in between your gloves as Nathan eyes you like you’re a fine meal.

His pink tongue skims his lower lip again as he fixates on a bead of sweat dipping dead centre down your chest, as though he wants to lick it off of you.

In turn, you try not to stare at him, just as hungrily, his own chest sheened, his pumped muscles gleaming and veiny and engorged.

You try not to think about anything engorged.

“What do you think then?” Nathan asks in a deliberately sultry tone, passing a clean towel over his brow to mop up some of the sweat. God, you miss his hands on you. His thick brow arcs up. “You still interested?”

Are you? Still interested?

Your lips quirk playfully. “In the boxing?” you purr.

“Naturally. What else?” he says coolly, even as heat shimmers in his eyes, his gaze flirting all around your face. Eyes. Lips. Everywhere.

“Well… Yeah,” you say sceptically, voice all breathy again. “It’s fun and all… but…” you bite your lip.

“What?” Nathan asks, his whole body primed and coiled and facing dead towards you.

“Is it always so…” your voice grows husky as hell “…vertical?”

Creases form around his eyes - a hint of a smug, delicious smile. “Pretty much, little Bee. But if you want to be more horizontal…”

You hold your breath, your pulse beating in your ears. “What?”

“I could show you some moves.” He nods down to the mat just to the rear of you.

He swallows, and in that moment all of your resolve collapses. “Come on then.” Your eyes flash with delicious challenge. “Try and take me down to the mat, Nathan.”

Nathan grunts.

There is a flash of teeth.

Bulked muscles in motion.

Then heat.

Warm hands against you.

You squeal, as suddenly, Nathan pounces, agile and quick and forceful and yet somehow meticulous. He sweeps your legs from under you and yet somehow cradles you so you fall safely, you back thudding against the mat and your arms sprawled above your head.

It all happens so fast, and then his warm body is on top of yours. He sprawls and then pins, coming to sit with his sturdy thighs straddled over your hips. He clamps your hands above your head with his, leaning his weight forward a little into his arms, his strikingly handsome face hanging mere inches above yours, his packed shoulders all hunched and glistening with sweat, your breaths coming ragged in your chest from all of this. The fall, the proximity, this barrelling want.

“What shall I do with you now that I’ve got you here, huh?” he says smugly, voice all honey and grit, and his eyes growing hooded with lust. Other things growing too. “Keep you squirming under me until you admit it?”

“Admit what?” you ask, voice little more than breath, and with a wanton smile you test your restraints, finding his hold satisfyingly firm.

“That you’re interested in more than the bo-“

Enough talk. “-Oh fuck off and shut up and kiss me, Nathan,” you beg, and he wastes no time before his lips are slanting against yours, his hot eager tongue shoving into the cavern of your mouth, his beard a pleasant rasp against your slick skin.

Fuck.

Finally.

You’ve found a setting where Nathan Bateman is obedient.

You smile into the kiss.

And, this time, you let yourself think of pounding and engorging and hip rotation and whatever else springs to mind (and attention).

After your lesson, you think you might suddenly be interested in boxing…

For all the wrong reasons.

But, as Nathan’s tongue hungrily shoves against yours and the man moans into your mouth, you think you’re starting to like him for all the right ones.

THE END

[putschki1969]

【KEIKO’s Room】#24

希望を捨てない人 (Kibou wo Sutenai Hito)」KEIKO x  Aira Yuuki Collab

They have obviously known each other for ages due to being managed by Space Craft and appearing at YKL together in the past. When KEIKO joined the agency, Aira was already part of Space Craft so she is her “senpai”. Aira actually composed the song that they covered (her first composition work). It was used for the anime “Violet Evergarden”

Keiko showing off her flexibility is always so much fun XD.

Once again Keiko shares that her diet consists basically of nothing except one or two boiled eggs in the evening and a bit of chocolate here and there :P

Aira wants to compose a song for Keiko, she loves her voice so much. Ohhhh, I hope this happens. This sort of improv composing is a lot of fun to watch. Aira insists on yrics about eating eggs and chocolate all night, definitely very representative of Keiko. Keiko refuses XD Anyways, seems like we can definitely expect more stuff from them. YAY!

2022/05/14 Tweet by KEIKO

~ Casual Collaboration ~

I really enjoyed talking with Aira-san. Thank you for watching ♡ I was super happy to be able to cover Aira-san’s very own composition “Kibou wo Sutenai Hito”. Such a lovely song ... Next time I want to drop by on Aira-san’s channel \ (^ o ^) / KEIKO @airayuuki([Source)

2022/05/14 Instagram post by KEIKO

YouTube "Keiko Room" ~ Casual Collaboration ~ Guest is Aira Yuuki 🎤 We covered "Kibou wo Sutenai Hito" 🎼 Aira-san’s composition... From the anime Violet Evergarden A really beautiful melody. I listened quite a lot to the original by Yui Ishikawa's before I covered the song today ✨Aira-san’s piano accompaniment and harmony created special music today. Please enjoy it in the archive 🎼 Also, here’s a photo taken at the superb yakitori restaurant where we dedcided to do this collaboration project a few weeks ago 👱🏻‍♀️ *laughs* #Violet Evergarden @ aira.yuuki  (Source)

2022/05/14 Community post by KEIKO

"Keiko’s Room" #24 ~ Casual Collaboration ~ Aira Yuuki

Good evening 🌇 It’s already past midnight but tonight I invited my dear Aira-san to my program Keiko’s Room for a live broadcast. The song we covered was "Kibou wo Sutenai Hito" from the Violet Evergarden anime, it was written and composed by Aira-san. When I first listened to it, each word alongside the beautiful melody touched my singer’s heart. Immediately, I contacted Aira-san and told her that I wanted to cover this song ...

There’s a tomorrow filled with hope for all of us, no matter where you are, what you do, how old you are.  Wanting to bring hope to life, even if it's just a little. It ia such an uplifiting song ♡ Please enjoy it in the archive ☆

Keiko

P.S Next week's "Keiko Room" will be another episode of the Cover Collection! Please look forward to \ (^ o ^) / (Source)

[let-the-dream-begin]

In My Daughter’s Eyes Chapter 29: Butterly

Chapter 28

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The rest of August flew by. The power was restored a little over a week after the storm had initially hit, and getting Faith back into her normal routine (sleeping in her own bed, brushing teeth in the bathroom) was a bit of a struggle. Dismantling the fort had been a feat as well; Faith was not at all happy about it. Claire would absolutely not sleep on the floor, but she couldn’t bring herself to force Faith to sleep alone with no nightlight or option to turn the lights on, so she’d been allowed to sleep with Mummy until the power was restored.

September was upon them, and with it, the terror of a day that Claire had been anticipating with dread and excitement for months.

On September ninth, Faith was going to school.

In the middle of August, Claire had rearranged her work schedule to be able to take her to the orientation, tethered to Angus. They’d been picked up by the bus together so that Faith could practice with a school bus. The orientation leader had been extremely kind and helpful, showing them the whole school before they got to the special education room. It was a different district than the one they lived in, but Mrs. Lickett (and Claire’s research) had told her that this was the best program for Faith’s specific needs. The classroom was smaller than the others, but her class was only eight children altogether. Claire had heard horror stories of special needs children in a classroom that was essentially a glorified closet, no windows, no color in the room. So when the room they entered was nothing short of the most adorable, sunshine-y kindergarten classroom she’d ever seen, Claire could have cried with relief.

Each child’s individual aid was waiting in the classroom, including Carole, Faith’s aid. She’d been told about Angus and what he was specifically meant to help with in terms of Faith’s behavior and education. He’d responded well to a few experimental commands from Carole, and Faith seemed to like her well enough. Miss O’Reilly was the teacher’s name, and she gave a small sample lesson to demonstrate for the parents, and for the children to practice. Claire hung in the back of the room with the other parents, who all looked equally as terrified as she was.

Watching Faith at her little desk, her aid pointing to her pencil and paper, whispering in her ear to encourage her participation, was overwhelming. She was squirming a bit, turning around occasionally to reach for Claire. Angus was dutiful, however, nudging her, applying pressure in her lap with his head to bring her back, to calm her down.

She can do it. They can do it. Together.

Claire took the day off for Faith’s first day; she knew she wouldn’t be able to focus on a damn thing at work, and she didn’t feel like being responsible for people’s lives while her mind was otherwise occupied. Jamie insisted on taking the day off as well, on being there to see her off on the bus, and then staying with Claire like her own emotional support animal. She’d insisted he didn’t need to, though it was a rather weak insistence, because she knew deep down she needed him.

He had arrived promptly at seven o’clock, being that Faith’s bus was to arrive at eight-fifteen. He seemed surprised to find her fully dressed already, full-well knowing by now that his girlfriend was not a morning person. He’d apparently expected her to be in her pajamas.

“I hardly slept last night,” she admitted, standing aside to let him in. “I finally gave up around five, got dressed around six.”

He smiled with sympathy and gently pulled her in for a brief kiss. “I didna sleep much at all either.” He pulled her in for a comforting embrace, and his heartbeat in her ear did wonders for her nerves, if only temporarily. She felt his breath on the top of her head, and he pressed another kiss there.

“She nervous at all?” he asked.

“I don’t know, it’s hard to tell. I’m not sure she realizes that I won’t be going with her this time.” The thought sent her stomach turning again, filled with dread over Faith’s heart-crushing realization that Mummy was sending her away.

“Aye, suppose we’ll find out.” He pulled away to offer her another smile, and she craned her neck to kiss him again. “Here.” He produced a paper bag from behind his back, and Claire started, not even having realized he’d been holding something the whole time. “Picked ye up a wee treat fer breakfast. Ye deserve something better today than those crumbly chunks of oat ye call a meal.”

Her eyes smoldering with affection, she took the bag and peeked inside. “Granola bars are quite good for you. Fiber and protein are important.”

“Perhaps. But so are taste buds.”

She rolled her eyes as she shuffled away, depositing the bag on the kitchen counter. “I’ll eat it later. Could you get her cereal ready while I wake her up?”

“Aye, certainly.”

They brushed past each other in the doorway of the kitchen, and Claire entered Faith’s bedroom, her heart hammering in her chest.

“Angus, come,” she said lightly, and the previously sleeping dog sprang up from his spot beside Faith, trotting next to Claire. She sat down on the edge of Faith’s bed and began stroking her head. “Faith, darling. Time to wake up.”

Her eyes fluttered open, and Claire was greeted with a sweet, absent smile.

“There she is! Good morning, lovie.” Faith sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Do you know what today is? It’s the first day of school! Yay!” She signed applause, and Faith copied lazily, her hands apparently not totally awake yet. “It’s time to get up and get dressed. Do you want to look pretty for school, Faithie?”

Faith nodded excitedly, giving a little hum.

“That’s right. Up we get now, come on.” Claire stood up and went to the dresser, picking up the  blue dress she already had lain out. “Look at your pretty dress, baby. You’re going to look so pretty. Yes?”

She gave an excited little hop, and she raised her arms up, indicating she was ready for Claire to pull her pajama shirt off. Claire chuckled and obliged her, talking to her gently as she got her dressed. Claire insisted she give her a twirl when the dress was on, and Faith was more than happy to do so. Dressed and twirled, Claire loosely pulled half of her wild curls up, then clipped the tartan hair bow at the base of the ponytail.

“There. Pretty dress, and Merida bow. You’re all ready.”

Faith hummed loudly, jiggling her hands, and she followed Claire into the living room, trailed closely by Angus.

“Look who’s here, Faith! Special for you on your first day of school!” They entered the kitchen, and Faith practically launched herself at Jamie, throwing her arms around his legs right where he stood at the counter.

“Ah, there she is! Good morning, my braw wee lass!” He cupped the top of her head, and looked up at Claire as his fingers brushed the hair bow. “Ye’re a proper wee Scot today, aye? Wearing the hair bow I gave ye?” He pointed at the bow, and Faith giggled.

“It’s her favorite. Of course she had to wear it for such a big day.”

Brimming with affection, Jamie crossed the room, swinging Faith as she clung to his leg, and pressed a sweet kiss on Claire’s lips. Claire giggled into the kiss, the silly image of him wearing her daughter on his leg impossible to ignore.

“Alright, little monkey. Let Jamie go, please. Time for breakfast. Angus first.”

Faith obeyed, marching over to Angus’s bag of food and dumping the scoopful into his bowl, and Jamie handed her the pre-measured cup of water for her to pour into his water bowl.

“Good girl,” Claire said warmly as Angus already began digging in. “Your turn.”

A bowl of Cheerios was already waiting on the table, and Jamie hurried to pour the milk in. “Didna want it to get soggy while it waited fer her.”

Claire’s heart felt fit to burst for the fifth time that morning. Before Faith had interrupted, Jamie had been cutting up an apple at the counter, and he finished up before putting the plate next to Faith’s cheerios.

Having finished his breakfast in a matter of seconds, as usual, Angus was free for Jamie to pet and coddle while Claire carefully arranged Faith’s lunch and snack in her Frozen lunchbox.

“See, Faith?” Claire said. “Lunch is all ready to go.”

Faith looked up from her cereal to give a thumbs up.

On the way home from orientation, as a reward for being a good girl, Claire had stopped at Target and let Faith choose any lunchbox and backpack she wanted, along with a few folders and fun pencils. They were all Disney, of course, mostly Frozen dominated.

“These are for school, lovie. All of your favorites are going to help you be a big girl in school, yes?” Claire had said while Faith filled the shopping cart. Faith had simply hummed contentedly, smiling dreamily.

Claire checked said backpack about eight times before Faith finished her breakfast, and she heard Jamie coaxing her to drink the milk leftover in her cereal bowl.

“To make yer wee bones grow big and strong, a leannan.”

She re-entered the kitchen to see him popping an apple slice in his mouth, making an absurd face, and Faith squealed, shaking her head.

“If ye dinna want me to steal every slice, ye’d better hurry.” He picked up another slice, and Faith tried to grab it, but he stealthily dodged her and popped it in his mouth. She squealed with laughter again, and then countered by popping a slice in her own mouth.

“Och, I wanted that one.” Jamie leaned back with contrived exasperation, crossing his arms. Faith giggled incessantly, and Claire had to bite her lip.

“Ridiculous human being,” she said, shaking her head.

“Can Mummy have any apples d’ye think?”

Faith squealed and adamantly shook her head, curls flying wildly.

“Oh, I can’t?” Claire challenged, crossing the room to join them at the table. She swiped a slice off the plate and popped it in her mouth, and Faith shrieked. “You heard him. You’d better hurry before we finish them.”

Faith ate another slice, looking back and forth between the adults like a little conspirator. They carried on like this, Jamie and Claire bringing slices to their open mouths, but then depositing them into Faith’s instead.

Eight o’clock came much too soon, and Claire cleaned up in the kitchen while Jamie led Faith into the living room. When Claire joined them, Jamie was giving her a quiet pep-talk while tying her shoes, her pink princess sneakers that didn’t at all match what she was wearing, but that she insisted on wearing no matter what.

Claire picked up her backpack when Jamie finished, not wanting to interrupt. “Alright, lovie. Ready?”

Faith nodded, extending her arms and allowing Claire to put the straps over her shoulders.

“There you go. All ready for school.”

“No’ quite,” Jamie said, reaching behind him into his back pocket. “I’ve got something special, Faith. Since ye’re such a big girl now, going to school and all.” He produced a tiny plush brown horse, attached to a little hook. “It’s a keychain, fer yer princess backpack.” Faith smiled, reaching out to hold it. “It’s a wee Pippi. See? She’s even got the white spot.” Struck by the familiarity, Faith stroked the white snout gently.

“Aye, very good, lass.” Jamie smiled widely. “Since ye canna take yer noble steed to school, or Horsie, I figure this’ll have to do.” He gently pried it from her hands to clip it to a loop on the backpack strap where she could reach it. “I’m very, very proud of you, Faith. When ye miss yer mam, I want ye to give wee Pippi a squeeze. Alright?”

They exchanged a thumbs up, and Claire almost burst into tears.

“I’m very proud of you too, baby.” Claire joined them, kneeling beside Jamie in front of her. “You’re such a big girl now.” She pushed her hair behind her ear. “Are you a big girl? Big girl, Faith?” Claire signed big girl, and Faith bounced with excitement, signing big.

“Yes, good girl.”

They spent the last few minutes before the bus arrived trying to coax her to uncover her face long enough to get a picture of her first day of school outfit. Claire and Jamie took turns being in the pictures, and Jamie even insisted on getting a selfie so they could all (Angus included) get into one picture.

There was suddenly a honk from outside, and Claire’s stomach lurched. She looked up at Jamie with terror, and he gave her hand a squeeze.

“Angus, come,” Jamie called, and he made quick work of getting him vested, leashed, and tethered to Faith.

Claire stood up and opened the front door, waving to the bus driver. She turned back to see dog and child ready to go, Jamie holding her hand.

He looked just as terrified as she felt.

Together, the four of them made their way down the steps to meet the bus, and they stopped a few feet away from the curb.

“Okay, baby. There’s the bus.” Claire said, kneeling in front of her on the concrete. “Are you ready?”

Are you ready, Beauchamp?

“It’s only for a few hours,” Claire said, perhaps more for herself than for Faith. “And then you’ll be home again with Mummy. Yes?”

“Ye’re gonnae have lots of fun, Faith. Show Angus to all yer new friends, learn sae much,” Jamie chimed in.

She was not humming, but her hand was jiggling at her side, and Jamie grasped it.

“It’s alright, mo chridhe.” He pressed a kiss to her little knuckles. “It’s alright.”

Claire bit down fiercely on her lip. No tears until she’s gone.

“I love you, baby.” Claire held up the sign, forcing a tiny smile. “I love you.”

Faith returned the sign, touching her thumb, finger, and pinky to Claire’s as their foreheads rested together. They held the sign and their embrace for several lingering seconds, until the constant chugging of the bus’s engine reminded Claire that time was still passing.

“Alright. Hugs.” Claire pulled her in for a quick hug, fervently kissing the top of her head.

“A hug fer me too, lass?” Jamie said tentatively, and Faith did not hesitate. He pulled her in and kissed her head as Claire had, offering her a wide grin when they pulled apart. 

“Alright. It’s time now, baby.” Claire and Jamie stood up, each taking one of her hands and leading her to the bus. Carole was waiting at the top of the steps, smiling kindly.

“Hi, Faith,” she greeted warmly.

“Hold onto the railing, now,” Jamie said quickly, releasing the hand he was holding so Faith could grasp the metal railing.

Claire had to force herself to let go of Faith’s other hand, her heart stinging as Carole took it instead. She hesitated at the top of the stairs, stopping Carole from pulling her into a seat. Faith turned around, and Claire thought she was going to faint. Jamie seemed to read her mind, and he desperately grasped her hand, squeezing like his life depended on it.

Faith looked like she may cry, and her hand was jiggling in a way that both of them knew was not happy.

Angus pressed the top of his head into Faith’s side, and she laced her fingers in his fur, ceasing her jiggling.

“It’s okay, baby,” Claire choked out. “It’s okay.”

Angus stayed rooted in place, waiting patiently for the panic to pass, and Carole looked back and forth between girl and dog, and the anxious couple.

“Ready, Faith?” Carole gave her a thumbs up, and Faith turned away from Jamie and Claire to look up at her. “Ready?”

Faith returned the thumbs up, removing her hand from Angus.

“Okay. Let’s go sit.”

The doors to the bus closed, and Jamie and Claire staggered back, clinging desperately to one another. The bus lingered for several more seconds, and Faith soon appeared in one of the windows, or rather, her eyes and forehead did. Carole was talking to her, waving through the window, and Faith started waving, too. Claire and Jamie waved wildly with their free hands, and then the bus was pulling away, and Claire felt a piece of her heart leaving with it.

As soon as the bus was out of sight, Jamie crushed her to him, and she finally released the sob she’d been holding back.

“It’s alright, mo nighean donn,” he crooned into the top of her head, rocking her gently. “That was the worst part. Dinna fash, now. She did it.”

Claire wept quietly into his shirt, not caring if any one of her neighbors decided to peek out their window and see them on the curb. She felt his tears in her hair despite his calming words, and she held him tighter.

He was right; the worst part was over. She’d imagined so many different scenarios that ended either with Faith bolting off the bus, or with Claire dragging her down herself. She’d imagined Faith screaming her head off, red in the face with tears, inconsolable even by Angus.

But that hadn’t been the case.

“What if…what if she’s crying now? Just after we couldn’t see her anymore…?”

“She has Angus. He’s quite good at his job, ye ken.”

“I know, but she…” Claire couldn’t put words to her exact fear. “What if she’s not ready? What if I’ve just thrown her to the wolves…?”

“Ye’ve done all ye can to prepare her. Ye got her excited wi’ her supplies, ye trained her dog fer this moment fer months. If she canna handle it after all that, it’s no’ yer fault.” He kissed her head, and she felt its warmth reach her outermost extremities. “If it doesna work out this year, she’ll be all the more prepared next year. Mrs. Lickett said it’s alright if she’s no’ ready ’til next year.”

Claire nodded against his chest, sniffling loudly.

“Carole said she’d call if there was a problem on the bus. So there’s no need to worry, aye?” He pushed her away just enough to look into her eyes, and she nodded. He kissed her gently, brushing away her tears as he did. “Let’s go inside. Ye’ve got quite a tasty muffin waiting fer ye in the kitchen, if ye recall.”

She forced a tiny smile, hiccuping a bit. “I hope I don’t vomit it up.”

“If ye do, I’ll hold yer hair and rub yer back.” He put his arm around her shoulders and led her up the stairs. “Then I’ll get ye some saltines and ginger ale and take care of ye.”

She sighed and leaned into him. “I don’t deserve you.”

He scoffed. “Ye deserve to be taken care of, ye stubborn fool.”

She couldn’t help but smile as they entered the apartment, Jamie shutting the door behind them. “Thank you. For being here today. I think it helped ease her mind. And I…” She swallowed, catching her breath. “I really needed you.”

“Aye. I ken ye did.” He kissed her soundly again. “Come on, now. No more weeping. Breakfast time.”

——

Jamie did his best to distract Claire; it really was a valiant effort. They tried sex, but when he could see that her mind was elsewhere, he stopped, not wanting to force it when she wasn’t fully with him. Admittedly, even Jamie was struggling with that particular activity today. And he’d never had that problem before.

They settled on watching mindless television, but it didn’t do much for either of their nerves. He could feel Claire’s pulse going far too fast against his body, and Jamie’s fingers continued tapping anxiously on his thigh, his leg jiggling.

They were on perhaps their tenth episode of The Office, the sandwiches Jamie had made and tried to force Claire — and himself — to eat sitting untouched when Claire’s phone rang.

He swore Claire might have been having a stroke given the way she completely stiffened in her seat. She scrambled for the phone, resting idly on the coffee table.

“It’s the school,” she stammered, simultaneous with accepting the call. “Hello?”

Jamie’s stomach lurched, and he was grateful Claire put the phone on speaker.

“Hi, is this Miss Beauchamp?”

“Yes.”

“Hi, this is Miss O’Reilly, Faith’s teacher.”

“Yes, hello,” Claire said impatiently. “Is she alright? What’s happened?”

“Everything is okay, don’t worry. I’ve got Faith here with me. She keeps signing ‘mom,’ and she got more and more distressed every time, so we thought we should call you so she could hear your voice.”

Claire flashed a heartbreaking, guilt-ridden look up at Jamie. “Yes, give her the phone. Thank you.”

In a few seconds, the sound of sniffling came through the receiver, and Jamie instinctively grabbed Claire’s hand, squeezing for dear life.

“Faith? Hi, baby, it’s Mummy.”

Claire’s voice was wavering.

“It’s okay, lovie. I’m here. Jamie is here, too.”

“Hello, Faith,” Jamie chimed in. “It’s great to talk to ye.”

“I know you miss us, we miss you too,” Claire said carefully. “Don’t cry anymore, baby. It’s okay. You’re going to be home so, so soon. And then you get Oreos, remember? And a sticker.”

Mrs. Lickett and Claire had worked to put together a system where every day she went to and from school without a problem, she got a sticker on the sticker chart. She would earn little prizes for every filled row, and then, once the whole chart was full, she earned a big prize.

“I know you can do it,” Claire continued. “You’re such a big girl.”

“Aye, Faith, we’re verra proud of you.”

“That’s right,” Claire said. “I love you so much, baby. I’m doing the sign. Can you do it?” She paused for a bit. “I love you. Can you please give the phone to Miss O’Reilly?”

“Okay, thank you Faith.”

“How is she? Did that help?”

“I think it did. Now, just so you know, she did wet herself at her desk. And I know you said that she hasn’t really had bathroom issues in a while, so I assume it was just the stress.”

Claire’s grip tightened painfully on Jamie’s hand.

“Yes, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think she’d…”

“It’s okay. It happens to someone on the first day every year. It usually doesn’t happen more than one more time. She’s wearing the clean clothes you packed with her.”

“Ehm, okay,” Claire stammered. “Thank you so much.”

“Okay, I’ll call you again later to let you know how she did with the rest of the day.”

“Great. Thank you.”

“Bye-bye now.”

“Bye.”

The line went dead, and the phone collapsed in Claire’s lap as she buried her face in her hands. Jamie hung up the call to stop the ringing, and he pressed her against his chest.

“It’s alright, mo ghraidh.”

“No, it’s not…” she muttered tearfully against his chest. “I can’t do this, Jamie, I can’t. I’m going to go pick her up.”

“Hey.” Jamie tightened his grip on her, physically restraining her from getting up. “Ye’re no’ gonnae do that.”

“She hasn’t wet herself in nearly a year! Something is wrong! You could hear her crying. I have to go.”

She was nearing hysterics. Jamie pushed her away just enough to look in her eyes.

“Claire.” His voice was firm, tightly holding her shoulders. “Miss O’Reilly said she calmed down. What reason would she have to lie to ye?”

“She could’ve started right back in again once we hung up.”

“If you go get her now, she’ll never learn. She’ll think that if she pitches a fit that Mummy will come get her, and she can get out of school, or anything else. She needs to learn.”

He could tell how badly Claire wanted to look away, but she held his gaze. She welled up with fresh tears, and Jamie watched them trickle down her cheeks. Her chin trembled, and he, like the hypocrite he was, very nearly gave into her just to stop her from crying.

“You’re right,” Claire rasped, swallowing thickly. “I hate it…but you’re right.”

Jamie loosened his grip and moved his hands up to cup her cheeks. “It might be a long learning curve, but she will learn. She’s ready for school, I ken she is. She just doesna ken it herself yet. And ye canna give in before she has the chance to figure that out. She needs ye to give her this chance, Sassenach.”

Claire nodded, inhaling with a shuddering gasp. “I know.”

He tenderly kissed her forehead, letting it linger. “She’s a strong wee thing. And she gets it from her mother,” he said with pointed emphasis. “If she can do it, so can you.”

Claire nodded, swallowing again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Sassenach.”

——

A bit after 3:30, the bus pulled up in front of the driveway, and both Jamie and Claire raced down the stairs. The doors to the bus opened, and Faith and Angus descended the stairs, Faith letting go of Carole’s hand to launch herself into Claire’s arms.

“Oh! Hello, darling!”

Jamie untethered her from Angus and commanded him to go upstairs and inside. Faith properly wrapped her legs around Claire’s waist, and she hoisted the girl up higher. Carole smiled sweetly down from the top of the stairs.

“How was she on the bus?” Claire called up.

“Fine, much more excited on the way back.”

The three adults shared a laugh.

“Oh, I bet,” Claire said, more to Faith then Carole. She fervently kissed her temple. “Thank you so much. I’ll be here tomorrow in the morning with her caretaker, and she’ll be getting her off without me.”

“Gotcha,” Carole said. The bus driver nodded as well.

“Okay, thank you, have a good day,” Claire said, waving. “Say bye-bye,” she crooned to Faith.

“Bye, thanks,” Jamie said, waving as well. Claire held Faith’s hand and waved with her, and the bus rolled away.

“Okay, time for Oreos!” Claire said.

“Aye, Oreos fer our big girl.” Jamie took Faith, knowing that Claire would have a hard time walking up the stairs with her. She was getting bigger every day.

They all sat at the kitchen table, Faith with her Oreos on her napkin, scraping the icing off with her teeth, Jamie and Claire watching her like she hung the stars, hands laced together. 

Jamie gave her hand a squeeze, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “She did it.”

Claire nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. “We did it,” she corrected.

Jamie’s answer was a fervent kiss to the crown of her head.

[spencstan]

Six of Crows re-read

(i also did this for the shadow and bone trilogy so read that if you want to)

spoiler alert obiously

i'm SO EXCITED FOR THIS this is my comfort book (with crooked kingdom of course)

JOOST HI

oo fun fact this was my first grishaverse book and i read it with no context whatsoever except that the mc is an emo boy and morally grey

so IMAGINE my pure confusion when JOOST appeared

i was like ?????? weird take on morally grey character but ok

joost trying to figure out how to flirt with a girl is a mood

anyone wanna teach us how to???

i kinda wanna skip this part so i can see the crows..

but i won't don't worry

(won't I?

"I think Yuri may be quarantined"

aaaand?

so are we you are not special

i feel like it's very important for me to mention that i read this book in spanish first

and then i got into the fandom and i was like who the fuck is the wraith? i only know El Espectro

Heartender who??? ooo you mean Cardio

Tidemakers? nope, i only know Maremotores

for real i was so confused i had to re-read it in english (not that i mind tho)

say whatever you want about the spanish version but we have to agree that this design is pretty af

another one yay: "Retvenko was a Squaller" vs. "Retvenk era un Impulsor"

(should i also say that in my pfd english version the book is 294 pages long and in my pdf spanish version its 532????) (i think it's because in the english one the speces are way less like the lines are so close together wtf

i've decided that i'm bored so i'll be skiping this chapter

anya is super badass tho

skdgfalsdgfliaysvfascvhjl yesssssss inej

Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

KAZ

INEJ

I MISSED THEM

omg now i can picture amita and freddy SDJGKASKGLASG THIS IS AMAZING

we interrupt our regularly scheduled program to watch the shadow and bone trailer once again to hear freddy's beautiful voice

ok moving on!

now hear me out i'm giving you all permission to make fun of kaz for this one: Dirtyhands = Manos Sucias

hello i am Kaz Manos Sucias. nice to meet you!

AAAAA

AAAAAAAAAA

JESPER FAHEY

JESPER LOVE HI

SJDGHFKAHSGDLAJSDFSJ,AHFLHDSGF

I MISSED HIM OMG

OMG NOW I CAN PICTURE HIM AS KIT

can you tell jesper is one of my favourite characters?

i really love the fact that kaz is pissed about the murder of that ambassador ONLY because he can´t figure out how it happen

he´s such a nerd

i can't believe one of the firts things we hear jesper say is threathen to kill someone by writing "forgive me" with bullets

AND HE CALLS HIS GUNS "BABIES" OMG

picture saying hi baby and wylan thinkin he's talking to him but actually jesper's talking to one of his guns

Jesper rolled his eyes. "It's about sending a message. What's the point of a dead guy with forg written on his chest?."

"Compromise," Kaz said. "I'm sorry does the trick and uses fewer bullets."

ooo thank god we have kaz to come up with creative solutions /j /s

honestly i love how they talk about kaz's cane like it's the scariest weapon ever (which it kind of is)

nothing will ever disappoint me more than finding out that in english their gang name is "the Dregs". like i don't even know for sure what that means

in spanish is "Los Indeseables" (the undesirables?) which sounds a lot more badass

no hate tho i like the dregs

but i was confused af bc i expected it to be sometihng like "the undesirables" or"the unwanted" or whatever

and it said "the dregs"

which in the translator means something like shit or something

anways moving on:

If he'd (kaz) ever been a little boy

i love how lowkey all the crows think he was just born exactly like he is now

imagine a baby kaz all dressed in black and threatening people

cute

"No mourners," Jesper said as he tossed his rifle to Rotty

"No funerals," the rest of the Dregs murmured in reply. Among them, it passed for "good luck".

YES

YESSS

i wonder what wylan's doing right now :))

i can't wait for the next book where he has a pov

the first time i read this book i literally looked at the title of every chapter to see if he ever got one (i was disappointed to say the least :((((

Besides, she was the Wraith - the only law that applied to her was gravity, and some days she defied that, too.

ma'am

marry me please

i'm gonna cry so hard once the show is out and we get to see inej omg

me simp

That Kaz had chosen Jesper to be one of his seconds was no surprise. Twitchy as Jepser was, with or without his revolvers, he was at his best in a fight, and she knew he'd do anything for Kaz.

idk why but i just love it every time kaz implies or shows that he cares or trusts jesper

it makes me soft

But every one of Inej's senses told her that was not how this was going to play out. Her father would have said the shadows were about their business tonight. Something bad was going to happen here.

underrated saying from Inej's father right there

"I'm a business man," he told her."No more, no less"

"You're a thief, Kaz."

"Isn't that what I just said?"

i-

i see no lies here

not to be annoying but i hc jesper as adhd (i mean is pretty much as canon as wylan's dyslexia) so i'm gonna write here every time i see evidence :)

jesper with adhd part 1: impulsivity

Jesper snorted. "Stomach, spine. What's next, spleen?"

"Shut it" Oomen snarled. The rules of parley dictated that only the lieutenants could speak once negotiations had begun. Jesper mouthed "sorry" and elaboratedly pantomimed locking his lips shut.

he know he couldn't speak but couldn't stop himself from making a comment (i relate way too much to that lmao)

hoestly poor jesper he had to watch hid friend get shot and kaz do nothing about it

i would've been mad too

"I like it when men beg," she said. "But this isn't the time for it"

KAHGFAHLGSFGASFLGSAFS

this is one of the best quotes in the book by far

YASSS KAZ POV

Kaz could have tol Jesper that he knew he wasn't dirty, reminded him that he'd trusted him eough to make him his only real second in a fight that could have gone badly wrong tonight.

cute

but kaz is petty af

he didn't even have a reason not to tell jesper that!

i love that kaz knows inej is following him but doesn't say anything because he wants to wait until she's ready

i LOVE the scene where kaz in in the van eck mantion /srs

idk why but it's so good

And, of course, there was the mystery of Van Eck's son.

wonder what that could be!!! /s

He grinned at her (...)

"Hmm." she said noncommittally, pretending to examine one of her knives, determined to ignore that grin.

KANEJ YESS

HE'S BASICALLY SHOWERING IN FRONT OF HER OMG

this is so funny poor inej is getting flustered

"And I'll need Wylan waiting at the Crow Club tomorrow night."

YES WYLAN OMG

One minute he made her blush and the next he made her want to commit murder

happens to the best of us :/

"Please, my darling Inej. treasure of my heart won't you do me the honor of acquiring me a new hat?"

if kaz doesn't say this on the show we riot

agreed?

it's so amazing how nina found a way to use her powers to get money instead of having to like steal and murder like the rest in the gang

NINA'S POV YESSS HIII

nina and inej omg

their friendship is just perfect

POOR MATTHIAS HE HAS TO FIGHT THE WOLVES

i would straight up cry

Matthias was dreaming again. Dreaming of her

i'm gonna cry damn it

this is the enemies-to-lovers we all needed

jesper has adhd part 2:

"Jesper was supposed to wait until three bells." said the pale boy

"It is three bells, Kaz." replied a small girl (...)

"Since when is Jesper punctual?" the boy complained with a glance at his watch

the time blindness come one

(btw i love the fact that kaz plans around jesper's time blindness instead of like threatening him to be on time)

i really love how every one feels the need to take the time to say/think that the masks are ugly

its so unnecessary lmao

yessss inej is a badass that kills monster we stan

and matthias is lowkey impressed lmao

as he should

"Thank you, Jesper," said Nina

"You're very welcome, gorgeous. See, Kaz? That's how the civilised folk do"

THESE TWO OMG

JESPER IS THE LOML

INEJ OMG LOOK:

She stepped aside as if she's known he was coming, languidly hooking her heel behind his ankle. Matthias let out a loud grunt as he landed on the stones

(...) "Clumsy, this one," the bronze girl said impassively.

i-

that's what happen when you underestimate her bitch

AAAAAAA

PEOPLE

PEOPLE

TIME TO FREAK OUT

WYLAN IS HERE

AND HE'S DOODLING STOP IT'S SO CUTE

ok jesper has adhd part 3 i think:

"Just how crazy is he?" asked Jesper, fingers drumming on the pearl handles of his revolvers.

ok first of all: stimming

second of all: hyperactivity

i rest my case

ok 2 or 3 things here

"I believe you know Nina," Brekker continued. "The lovely girl freeing you is Inej. (...) and this is Wylan, the best demolitions expert in the Barrel"

"Raske is better," Inej said

The boy looked up, ruddy gold hair flopping in his eyes, and spoke for the first time. "He's not better. He's reckless"

"He knows his trade"

"So do I"

ok 1: kaz calling inej lovely omg kanej

2: YES WYLAN STANDING UP FOR HIMSELF

2.5: kaz calling him the best cute af

3: honestly why do people think wylan is like an innocent soft boy or whatever. he's in a room full of murderers and thieves and the first thing he does is correct them and stand up for himself

like i wish i could do that

i would be crying like a bitch

AAAAAAAA

"Meet Wylan Van Eck"

KHDSGFALSGFIASGFAL

HI WYLAN BABY

YESSS JESPER'S POV NOW

I'M SO HAPPY also look at this it's the first thing in his pov

Jesper stared at Wylan

do i sense some wesper?????

ok everyone is being so mean to him right now

they are aclling him useless and an idiot and other shit

poor boy honestly he had to deal with this + taking part of a heist he is definetly not ready for + he has to hide the fact that he can't write or read

it so distrubing that kaz is literally the nicest one to wylan right now

"See that? Hidden depths." (...)"He's good enough at demo, and he's got a fine hand for sketching, thanks to all those pricey tutors."

(...)

"There you have it," Kaz said to Jesper. "Marketable skills. Wylan is watching you, Helvar"

GET READY

ARE Y'ALL READY?

OK THEN:

"Scheming face," Jesper whispered to Inej.

She nodded. "Definetly."

THEIR FRIENDSHIP OMG

AND THIS QUOTE

I NEED IT ON THE SHOW THEY BETTER GIVE IT TO US

"Who's Mark" damn wylan (but pretty good comeback to jesper tho)

"What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?

"Knife to the throat?" asked Inej.

"Gun to the back?" said Jesper.

"Poison in his cup?" suggested Nina.

"You're all horrible," said Matthias.

tag yourself i'm jesper

KJSFGAL kaz just told wylan to tell him everything he know about his dad's company

and he said he doesn't know and kaz was like "and you never looked trough his documents????

AND THEN HE GOT SAD AND SAID HE HADN'T (and kaz believed him this is sad)

AND NOW JESPER CALLED HIIM USELESS

ok you know i love you jes but if you keep this up

idk i can't do anything you're a sharpshooter

but stiiiiiil

LMAO MATTHIAS ACTUALLY THOUGHT HE COULD BEAT KAZ

nice try

demjin

*insert spongebob voice* demjin

WE'RE GONNA TAKE A MOMENT NOW TO APPRECIATE INEJ GAHFA

BECAUSE KAZ DOESN'T

The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.

*ugly crying*

Many boys will bring you flowers. But some day you'll meet a boy who will learn your favourite flower, your favourite song, your favourite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won't matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.

*uglier crying*

TANTE HELLEN IF YOU DON'T GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

SOMEONE PLEASE STAB HER FOR ME

jesper has adhd part ?? (i have dyscalculia you can't expect me to remember the number):

That sound - the swift, shocking report of gunfire - called the scattered, irascible, permanently seeking part of his mind into focus like nothing else.

do i really need to explain this?

ok just in case.. an adhd brain doesn't actually have a deficit of attention(the name just sucks) it's problem with controling that attention. the brain is always looking for new sources of dopamine which is why it shifts its focus so much

i love that jes thinks of matthias as "tha giant"

like sir

have you seen yourself?

you're tall af

HE GOT SHOT

WHY DID I FORGET JESPER GETS SHOT IN THE LEG HERE

"Close your eyes!"

"You can't kiss me from down there, Wylan"

"Just do it!"

i love the energy BUT NOW IT'S NOT THE TIME JES

YESS WYLAN SHOW THEM THEY WERE WRONG CALLING YOU USELESS

inej just stabed some guy int the d

good for her!

KAZ YESSSS HI

AWWW SHE'S WORRIED HE DOESN'T HAVE HIS CANE

KANEJ FOR LIFE

oh no wylan got shot too???? (just barely but stilllll por baby)

my Wraith omggg

ok 3 things about this:

Without another word, he tipped Oomen into the sea.

"No!" Wylan shouted, leaning over the railing, his face pale, stunned eyes tracking Oomen in the waves. (...)

Jesper set his hand on Wylan's shoulder. "Let it go."

"It's not right-"

"Wylan," Jesper said, giving him a little shake."Maybe your tutors didn't cover this lesson, but you do not argue with a man covered in blook and a knife up his sleeve"

1. wesper yasssss

2. wylan just argued with a mant hat had just tacken the eye out of someone. he literally called him out for being an asshole. like damn wylan is brave af i love him

3. do you think seeing kaz trow the guy out of the boat reminded wylan of when the same thing happened to him???? this makes me sad

he's brave and a good person and i just-

"Man with a knife, remember?" he said over his shoulder.

"Man with a gun!" Jesper called after him

this had no right being so funny

AND THEN KAZ GAVE HIM THE MIDDLE FINGER STOP I CAN'T

nina is the biggest kanej shiper no one can tell me i'm wrong

unrelated but if jesper had gone to the Little Palace and had studied there with nina they 100% would've had a crush on Zoya and bonded over it

like you can't tell me those two bisexual disaster wouldn't be absolutely in love with Zoya

jesper has adhd part ??:

Jesper scrubbed the back of his neck, touched his hands to his gunds, returned to his neck. He always seemed to be in motions

hyperactivity right there

and restlessness

"Do you know the best way to find Grisha who don't want to be found?" (...)

"Seems to be if they don't want to be found, you should just let them be" (jesper says this)

this conversation must be so stressful to him omg

LMAO JESPER CUT MATTHIAS HAIR THIS IS SO FUNNY

AND HE SHAVED HIM

ok you all know i love all of them but they can be sooo stupid

like wylan wrote no names on the drawing and he's excuse is that he doesn't know fjerdan?

AND THAT'S NOT EVEN TRUE he literally said he learned school fjerdan which means he should know how to write it too (we know why he can't but the tohers don't)

and even then like the excuse doesn't make any sense. why would having the original name be usefull if no one can fucking read it????

the worst part tho? NO ONE QUESTIONED HIM

THEY WERE LIKE "yup makes sense" AND WENT ON WITH THEIR DAY

i wondered how they didn't figure wylan's secret sooner but now i now

it's because theya re idiots

"I'm just doing my job. Stop glaring at me"

wylan baby let's not make the gigant mad

Jesper knocked his head against the hull and cast his eyes heavenward. "Fine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I'm going to get Wylan's ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost."

Brekker's lips quirked. "I'll just hire Matthias ghost to kick your ghost's ass."

"My ghost won't associate with your ghost," Matthias said primply, and then wondered if the sea air was rotting his brain.

i had to put this here i don't want to get murdered by the fandom

jesper, inej and nina have the BEST friendship

I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE JES AND INEJ TOGETHER ON NETFLIX

"I know some people don't understand, but Kaz told me ... he said it was my choice, that he wouldn't be the one to mark me again."

i love this because it happen when they had just met

he did it because he understands her trauma and he respects her not because he loves her (i doubt he did at the time)

Kaz had been impressed with the sketches. (...)

"Just learn to take a compliment. Kaz doesn't hand them out often."

I'M SO PROUD OF WYLAN

and yess kaz only compliments wylan (and inej but that's sarcastic so it doesn't count) because he's a proud dad

"And you don't belong here, either."

"I beg your pardon, merchiling?"

"We don't need a sharpshooter for Kaz's plan, so what's your job - other than stalking around making everyone angsty?"

He shrugged. "Kaz trusts me."

Wylan snorted and picked up his pen. "Sure about that?"

DAMN WYLAN DESTROYED HIM

also

"If you aren't born with every advantage, you learn to take your chances."

"I wasn't-" Wylan left off and set down his pen. (...)

aww cute neurodivergent boyfriends bonding

Wylan had turned back to his work, his disappointment obvious. For some reason, Jesper felt disappointed, too.

ajgflasjgfjagslfiuusgflgdfsgdflasdgfsd

wesper

aww jes checks on inej every morning and every night i love him

"Thank you for keeping me in this world when fate seemed determined to drag me to the next. I owe you a life debt."

Nina blushed deeply. "I was teasing, Inej"

LJFGALKGFALGA another cute friendship right there

(and i can see why people ship them romantically)

STOP INEJ AND JES ARE BONDING SO MUCH (page 127 so i can go back and read it lmao)

Van Eck writes to Wylan every week, and Wylan doesn't even open the letters

"They just said the same thing again and again: If you're reading this, the you know how much I wish to have you home. Or I pray that you read these words and think of all you've left behind."

should i kill him? anyone want to join me?

Inej bumped her shoulder against his."Then at least we're both the same kind of stupid." (...)

"You're too good for him, you know?"

"I know. So are you"

jes and her bonding over their stupid crush on a white boy

Because I've been looking for an excuse to talk to you for two days.

jfsfdajdhmgkfutdjrgsg ok i can't blame them for having a crush on him anymore

this chapter is full of kanej i love it

"What do you want, then"

You, Inej. You forever.

jksdgfoagsdfgsdgfklasgdflaghsldfgksdgfkahgsdfghjlkf

kaz's backstory makes me sad

"When we get our money, you can burn kruge to keep you warm," said Kaz. (...)

"I´m gonna pay someone to burn my kruge for me."

Kaz fell into step beside him. "Why don't you pay someone else to pay someone to burn your kruge for you? That's what big players do."

"You know what the really big bosses do? They pay someone to pay someone ...". Their voices trailed off as they tomped ahead, and Matthias and the others followed.

JES AND KAZ HAVE THE BEST CONVERSATIONS

i can't believe we get to see nina and matthias meet and their whole backstory in less than a month omg

"It's not natural for women to fight."

"It's not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall, and yet there you stand."

QUEEN

YOU TELL HIM

oh no the dead grisha

this part breaks my heart every time

"Do you have a different name for killing when you wear a uniform to do it?"

.....i'm just gonna leave this quote right here

anyways acab

stop nina tried to kill the survivor so they wouldn't suffer but she couldn't do it

and jesper did it for her without hesitation i wanna cry

and inej didn't want to do it either i want to hug them

"Because our crime is existing. Our crime is what we are"

..........

i'm gonna leave this here again

do with it what you will

"Don't mock what you don't understand."

"My mockery offends you? My people would welcome you laughter in place of this barbarity"

i- this conversation is so important

AAAAA JES AND WY ARE A GREAT TEAM I LOVE THEM

WYLAN TROWS BOMBS TOGIVE JESPER TIME TO GET READY TO SHOOT

INEJ AND KAZ ARE A GREAT TEAM TOO

THEY LITERALLY DID THE SCENE LIKE IN THE AVENGERS (but without the shield WHICH MAKES IT BETTER)

Jesper shouldered his rifle. "Wylan earned his keep."

Wylan gave a little jump at the sound of his name. "I did?"

YES BABY YOU DID GREAT

kaz getting self-conscious for his hair is pure comedy

but nina how can you say that have you see his hair on the show???? it's perfect

"Remeber our friend Mark?"

HELP I CAN'T

"Any other impossible feats you'd like us to accomplish?"

The bearest smile flikered over Kaz's lips. "I'll make you a list."

once again jesper and kaz being besties

unrelated but nikolai and jesper would love each other

the amount of sass they have between them it's unparalleled

"Mmm," Inej murmured, taking a sip from her mug. "Maybe you're just not enough."

DAMN

ma'am marry me please

kaz fainted damn poor boy

unrelated unce again but this is so much betetr than shadow and bone

like you can tell leigh improved so much

her characters are better and their arcs are better developed

the writing itself it's better

or maybe i'm just biased because i love soc so much but i think she definetly improved

INEJ IS TRYING TO GIVE HIM SPACE EVEN WHEN SHE'S TRAPPED AND LOCKED ON THE WAGON

I JUST - THEY KNOW EACH OTHER SO MUCH

Though he'd trusted her with his life countless times, it felt much more frightening to trust her with his shame.

Inej had once offered to teach him how to fall. "The trick is not getting knocked down," he'd told her with a laugh. "No, Kaz," she's said, "the trick is in getting back up"

inej is smart af

Kaz was usually unshakeable during a job, but now he was on edge, and Jesper didn't know why. Part of him wanted to ask, though he knew that was the stupid part, the hopeful farmboy who picked the worst possible person to care about, who searched for signs in things that he knew deep down meant nothing - when kaz chose him for a job, when Kaz played along with one of his jokes. He could have kicked himself. He's finally seen the infamous Kaz Brekker without a stich of clothing, and he'd been too worried about ending up on a pike to pay proper attention.

ok i got a couple of things to say about this part

first of all it makes me so sad that jes cares so much for someone who dosn't deserve him. because no hate to kaz but they would never work as a couple and kaz already treats him like shit most of the time

i think this part shows who a lot about who jesper really is. a boy that grew up having to hide parts of himself, who thinks he's worth nothing but it's smart and capable, who's loyal and brave and caring but doesn't even know it himself. he's someone who feels he doesn't deserve good things and thinks he's not good enough, and that's why he unds up in all the wrong places with the wrong people. he left uni bc he fell in with the gangs, because he didn't think he was smart enough or even prepared to be in studying in the university. jesper is constantly hiding behind a mask or running from things because he's scared of not being enough

an kaz is everything jes in a way wishes he could be. kaz is secure in himself (at least on the outside), he's stable, he's smart, he's "unshakeable". and most of all, he doesn't care about others (we know that's not true but that's how he presents himself)

and that's the thing that causes jesper all his problems. because he's insecure because he thinks he's not good enough for the poeple or things he cares about. and he's always trying to do what's best for his loved ones: he went to the ice court to pay his debt for his father, he follows kaz everywhere beacause he cares about him, he offered to read to wylan (knowing it wouldn't be easy for him to be still that long).

and yeah it often doesn't work out becuase he's messy and he has problems but he tries. and he hates that. he hates that he cares so much about people because at the end of the day, that's what makes him feel like he's not good enough

one more thing and i'm done i promise

unpopular opinion but i love that leigh made jesper have a crush on kaz. 1 beacuse it's refreshing to see someone not get otgether with his first crush. and 2 because i love that it shows that we sometimes get attached to people that are not good for us, but that we can learn to move on. jesper ended with wylan who respects him and values him, unlike kaz

ok i'm sorry that was probably all bs

oo one more thing, jesper definetly has rsd (rejection sensitive disphoria), which is something most poeple with adhd have

"My father used to take me everywhere with him"

this is so sad. bc they probably had a good relationship when he was little. and then they figured he coudln't read and now his father treats him like shit

it's even worse than if he haf been horrible from the beginning because wylan knows he can be a good father. and so he thinks it's his fault and he deserves to be treated like that. i hate van eck

"You're cuter when you're smart"

(...)

"Definitely cuter when you're smart"

wesper yesssss

i love them so much

ok but why do people think jesper is stupid. like the boy just made a bunch of criminals pass out by mixing some chemicals

and he was going to the university at like 15

AAAAND NOW THEY KNOW HE'S A FABRIKATOR

amazing plot twist

also:

Wylan coughed. Flirting with him might actually be more fun that annoying him, but it was a close call.

oooo come on jesper we all know you just love getitng him to blush

and you love him

who said that? definitely not me, nope

awwww jesper misses being around animals that's cute

imagine him coming home to wylan one day with a puppy because he just couldn't resist

cute

Better terrible truths than kind lies

just leaving here more of inej's wisdom

ok this may be a reach but jesper has adhd part ???

Yellow Protocol? Red Protocol? He couldn't remember which was which. (...)

"The alarm was Yellow Protocol, a sector disturbance."

Jesper pushed at his temples. "I don't remember what that means"

a bad working memory? sounds familiar

kaz loves puzzles

it's canon

"I love puzzles. Trickery is just my native tongue."

this part where wylan and jesper see the banner made with grisha's kefta kills me every time

I would have worn purple, Jesper thought, if I'd joined the Second Army. (...) He'd beenwilling, even eager to risk capture and execution as a thief and hired gun. Why was it worse to think about being hunted as a Grisha?

this makes me want to cry so much

another thing super sad: the fact that since his father is Kaelish and had some supersititons towards grisha, jesper grew up wondering if his own father was scared of him. he had to hide his powers and he was almost taught to be afraid of them

"Is it safe to leave them, you know-"

"Alive? I'm not big on killing unconscious men."

"We could wake them up"

WYLAN

NO

damn the boy needs therapy

it's amazing how nothing went like they planned

not a single thing

PEOPLE GET READY

ARE YOU READY?

NEITHER AM I BUT WHO CARES

"What do you like?"

"Music. Numbers. Equations. They are not like words. They...they don't get mixed up."

ok dude the clues are right there he's basically saying it

"If only you could talk to girls in equations."

There was a long silence, and then, eyes trained on the notch they'd created in the link, Wylan said, "Just girls?"

Jesper restrained a grin. "No. Not just girls." It really was a shame they were all probably going to die tonight.

wylan really said a straight man?? couldn't be me

this is the definition of bi panic "jesper restrained a grin" bitch we saw that

btw i love the slow burn

like they hint something here but they don't actually start liking each other until much later and they don't get together until almost the end of ck

i also love that the fact that they both like guys is like out in the open now. bc i'm not a fan of when queer characters have a crush and there's the whole thing of "are they queer too or not?"

like they both know htey are queer. but they don't get together right away bc they have to start liking each other before. they don't get together bc they are the only queer mlm characters

matthias fake betrayal killed me

i tought it was real

I have been made to protect you. Only in death will I be kept fom this oath.

this is just-

also foreshadowing?

YAYY KUWEI HI

There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken.

She's laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and got drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.

if i ever have a s/o and they don't tell me this at least once i don't want it

He needed to tell her... what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn't pull himslef together into some smeblance of a man for her

THIS

THIS IS LOVE RIGHT THERE

they are the only straight couple that matters

everyone else go home

Wylan had scratches all over his cheeks and neck. He was beaming. Inej grabbed his hands and sqeezed.

so cute omg

"You can explain why our illustrious Shu scientist looks like one of Wylan's school pals along the way"

KAZ

i mean it's true but you didn't have to say it

KAZ IS SMILING OMG

EVERYONE FREAK OUT WITH ME

HE'S "grinning like and idiot" STOP I LOVE HIM

"We are all someone's mosnter, Nina"

"I will have you without armour, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all"

this part breaks my heart and i love it

"Stay," she oanted. Tears leaked from her eyes. "Stay till the end"

"And after," he said. "And always."

i just- helnik is perfect

AWWW JESPER MISSES WYLAN

my daily dosis of wesper :)

ok but in like 2 pages jesper tought of wylan like 10 times bc he's sad wy isn't with him

Jesper scanned the empty deck. He's assumed Wylan would come up to see them off. (...)

Jesper knew he was being selfish and stupid, but some petty part of him wondered if Wylan had deliberately kept away from him on the journey back. Maybe now that the job was complete and he was on his way to his share of the haul, Wylan was done slumming with criminals.

*charles boyle's insinuating voice* and why do you care so much???

btw YOU ARE WRONG. HE'S LITERALLY GOING OUT OF HIS WAY TO BE WITH YOU EVEN THOUGH HE CAN'T SPEAK

this scene where we find out the truth about wylan hurts so much but it's one of my favourites idk why

I LOVE THAT EVERYONE IS AS MAD AS I AM ABOUT THE LETTERS NOW

"Your're a fool," Jesper snarled. "He smarter than most of us put together, and he deserves a better father than you."

YES TELL HIM

the fact that wylan just heard him say that omg

"Deserved" amended Van Eck. He blew the whislte twice.

SOMEONE BETTER GRAB ME BEFORE I KILL HIM MYSLEF

THAT IDIOT

I HATE HIM SO MUCH

I'M GONNA CRY CAN SOMEONE KILL HIM FOR ME

Jesper screamed in rage and raised his guns.

YES EXACLTY WHAT I MEANT

JUST KILL HIM RIGHT NOW

"I'm not big on bludding, am I Inej?"

"Not as a rule"

Van Eck's lip curled. "And why is that?"

"Because he'd rather cheat," said the boy who was not Kuwei Yul-Bo in perfect, unaccented Kerch.

THIS WAS PERFECT

THE BEST WAY TO REVEAL THAT

(...), and Jesper flinched

baby he recognized wylan's voice

The Shu boy held out a hand. "Pay up, Kaz"

BITCH THIS IS AMAZING

THIS BOY MADE A BET WITH A CRIMINAL THAT HIS OWN FATHER WAS GOING TO TRY TO KILL HIM

AND HE WON THE BET

A nearly perfect replica of Kuwei Yul-Bo stood before them, but he had Wylan's voice, his mannerisms, and - though Kaz could see the fear and hurt in his golden eyes - Wylan's surprising courage, too.

i love it when they compliment him

my boy deserves all the compliments ever

AND KAZ IS PROUD OF HIS SON WE ALL KNOW THIS

Wylan cuold draw a perfectt elevation. He's made a drill that could cut throu Grisha glass from parts of a gate and scavenged bits of jewellery. So what if he couldn't read

this is taking me to some real places

i may cry you've been warned

WYLAN DIDN'T CARE THAT HE MAY BE STUCKED LOOKING LIKE KUWEI

this is making me cry

"A fool would have been waiting to be smashed to bits on that ship. And as for "traitor", you've called me worse in the last few minutes alone."

EXACTLY

YOU TELL HIM WYLAN

Instead, in that moment of threat, when he should have thought only of the fight, he looked at Inej.

BABY

i would've done the same tho she's pretty

amita is sooo pretty i'm gonna die when the show comes out

Jesper was staring at Wylan, his eyes roving over the black hair, the golden eyes. "Why?" he said at last. "Why would you do this?"

nothing to say here except: wesper

You... how many times was it you standing beside me on the deck at night when I tought it was Kuwei?"

"Every time."

i want to cry so bad

"Why does it matter?"

"I don't know!" Jesper said angrily. "Maybe I liked your stupid face."

a very staright and platonic thing to say of course

i know jes we all liked his stupid face

"Jesper made a mistake," said Wylan. "A stupid mistake, but he didn't set out to betray anyone."

YES WYLAN DEFEND YOUR BOYFRIEND

And maybe he'd kept him in the dark about Wyllan because he wanted to punish him a little

even kaz know they like each other come on

Jesper sat with elbows on knees, head in hands. Wylan deside him wearing th face of a stranger.

wylan give him a hug fro me please

he needs it

"Scheming face," murmured Jesper.

"Definitely," agreed Wylan.

i miss inej already

And I'm going to get my girl. Inej could never be his, not really, but he would find a way to give her the freedom he´d promised her so long ago.

i'm ugly crying and so what?

and now we're done....

i want to read this book again omg this is unhealthy

[gumnut-logic]

Callisto (Voyage - Bit 1)

Prologue Incident - Bit 1 | Bit 2 Fallout - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 Voyage - Bit 1

Here is the beginning of Chapter Two :D I have completed this chapter so I’m a few thousand words ahead of this posting - this fic is now 12,000 words long :D

As always, many thanks to @tsarinatorment​ @scribbles97​ and @janetm74​ for all the read throughs, help and amazing support (heh, this part was written twice and nearly a third time just trying to get it right - I don’t do that very often at all - but it needed it. Thank you to these three for keeping me on the straight and narrow)

A special thanks also goes to my wonderful physicist, @onereyofstarlight​ who has spent quite some time on this with me also - she’s my John! Literally. We defined the function of the T-drive, discovered what the ‘T’ stands for, and then helped John invent a communications relay network. Yay for a geeking out in the pursuit of logical fiction :D

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this bit. There is plenty more to come :D

-o-o-o-

“Airframe?”

Virgil nudged his board. “Three and Five secure. We are go.”

His eldest brother looked away, back towards Alan, and by extension, their father on the astronaut’s far side.

Dad did not look back.

Next to Virgil, Gordon shifted in his seat.

Internally, Virgil sighed. The tension in the cockpit was so thick, every hair on his body was standing at attention.

Even Uncle Lee was silent, sitting behind their father. Virgil was pretty sure that was a first.

How the astronaut had found out about the situation, Virgil didn’t know. He could ask John, but to be honest, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

Virgil had been in the process of loading up Three when the call had come in. Scott had been called ‘Simon’ three times, the good old ‘Vinnie’ popped up at least once, but Alan had received an ‘Allie’ and that had been promising at first…until it proved short for Albert.

Alan had just shrugged and, with a tight-lipped nod from their father, had advised that they would be picking up their Uncle from Cape Canaveral within the half hour.

Scott hadn’t said a thing.

Virgil added extra supplies for the extra body and hadn’t commented either.

He did, however, notice Dad’s shoulders relaxing just a little. Virgil wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Propulsion?” Scott’s voice was all mechanical command. No inflection or emotion.

Michael, dressed in a black work suit, didn’t react. “All systems green. T-Drive ready.”

The situation with the former Mechanic was a grey area worth every grey hair it created. Scott did not like the man. Hell, Virgil was wary as all hell. He couldn’t help but remember the smoke, the red lights and the thought that perhaps he was giving his life in an attempt to save his Thunderbird as she fell from the sky.

But Brains trusted him. Swore he was genuine, that he had been under the influence of the Hood the entire time.

But Virgil still had nightmares about watching his brother’s ‘bird being torn in two.

There were many questions.

And so much pain.

But at the core of it, they needed the man’s genius. An arrangement was made with the GDF and ‘Michael’, as he had chosen to be known as, now worked under supervision with International Rescue. Almost bonded in servitude to atone for everything he had done. And apparently, he went willingly.

Kayo had so many monitoring devices on the man, he couldn’t pee by himself.

“Helm?” Blue pierced the air and targeted the youngest Tracy.

Alan didn’t flinch, but he did sit straighter.

“Navigation feed locked in. First drop point noted and programmed. Engines prepped and ready. We are go for orbital exit.”

Virgil steeled himself. He hated this part. It turned his head and his insides out. The first time they had engaged the T-drive engines it was a miracle he hadn’t puked all over himself. The second time, at least he had warning, but it hadn’t been much better.

Hopefully these jumps, no more than a second or two in each instance, would be easier. It was an attempt at more precise navigation. Callisto was comparatively closer than the Oort cloud - an odd combination of too far by ion engine and too short by lightspeed engine. So, for efficiency, they were compromising and using a combination. Lightspeed hop, followed by a trajectory change via ion thruster, followed by another hop, the sequence repeating several times. Each time they paused they were to drop a communications buoy, firming up the network with Earth and giving them almost real-time capability.

This was all John and complex, but they would get the Excel to Callisto in less than a day.

Scott’s voice was as strong and as firm as it had been the last time they had made a light speed jump.

“On my mark...”

“5...”

“4...” The countdown was a reassuring familiarity.

“3...”

“2...” Virgil braced himself.

“1...” Alan’s grip tightened.

“Mark!”

Alan moved.

The ship trembled and the world swam.

A blink and everything steadied again.

Alan’s voice was sharp. “First jump complete.” He rattled off numbers as Virgil tried to keep his insides on the inside.

“I am so not a fan of that.” Gordon beside him was clutching at his stomach.

Virgil only grunted.

“Everyone okay?” Scott sounded far too chipper.

But there were a series of FABs bouncing around the cockpit. Virgil resorted to grunting again.

That earned him an extra long glare from his brother, but Virgil waved it away. Besides, John wasn’t communicating any better, his space brother still had his face in his hands.

“That was one hell of a stomach churner. Put my insides in through a washing cycle there, Albert.”

The image Virgil managed off that statement had his insides flipping again.

Uncle Lee was also far too cheerful.

“How many more times do we have to do that?” Gordon was whining.

“Four.” Alan was as chipper as Scott. Probably a good thing since he was the pilot and all.

“Ugh, I should have brought a bucket.”

It was a redundant statement as a bucket required gravity to work. The medic in him flared. “If the nausea becomes an issue, you know what to do.”

That earned him another grunt.

“Keep it together, guys. Alan, ion burn for direction change and buoy drop.” Scott was ever the Commander.

“Already on it! Next jump in thirty-five minutes.”

Far too chipper.

But they were in normal space and that gave them the freedom to move about. Virgil planned to take full advantage.

“Virgil? A word?” It was a question, but his father’s tone obviously expected a positive response.

He sighed to himself, so much for the planned snack. “Yeah, Dad.” He didn’t miss Scott’s reflex glance in both of their directions.

Their father unbuckled and floated toward the back of the cockpit. Virgil had had quite a say in the redesign and the seven stripes of colour down the length of the cabin broke up the ivory he had demanded be plastered on the walls to brighten up the place.

Seven strips of colour, one for each brother, sister and now their father.

The suit his Dad wore today barely resembled the one he had been stranded in. The most dramatic difference was his baldric. Once the silver-grey of command, he had relinquished that to Scott.

Or so they had thought.

Virgil swallowed as he clambered out of his seat, exercising his space legs a little as he re-familiarised himself with the environment.

Dad’s baldric was now a pale gold and consequently, there was a pale gold stripe to match running the length of the cockpit...right next to the silver-grey of Scott’s baldric.

Virgil dropped a hand to Gordon’s shoulder as the fish muttered about his stomach again.

“Hey, we have anti-nausea if you need it.”

Gordon grunted.

“Virgil?” Dad was holding the door to the residential section of the ship.

“Coming.” It was a mutter under his breath that had Gordon glancing up at him, frowning.

A gentle squeeze of his little brother’s shoulder and Virgil pushed off after his father.

Dad led him down the main hallway to...the infirmary? “Dad, what?”

“I need to check you over.”

“Scott already did.”

“I know. Just humour me, please.”

Virgil blinked and pressed his lips together before following his father through the door to the tiny medbay. Scott was definitely a Dad clone in many ways.

The difference was that Scott had checked on him before they left and would have grounded his ass if he found anything wrong. Whereas Dad had waited until now?

The mandatory scanner appeared in his father’s hand and yellow light flickered over Virgil’s arm and torso. A moment as grey eyes examined the readouts.

“I had to make sure.” His father swallowed. “And I wanted to apologise.”

Virgil blinked again. “Uh, sorry?”

Dad put the scanner away and leant back against the bed in the middle of the tiny room. “I want you to understand why I need to do this.”

Virgil’s lips tightened, but he held back his response. He wasn’t really the one who needed the apology.

His father held up his hands as if to fend off what Virgil was thinking. “I know it is a risk, but it is one I’m willing to take.��

“This is not just about you, Dad.”

“I know. Please hear me out.”

Virgil swallowed down his instinctive defensiveness and waited.

“I have spent the last two years watching all of you risk your lives every day. Unable to help.”

“You help, Dad.”

His father held up a hand. “Not enough.”

“You’ve done enough. You made the ultimate sacrifice.”

“This is not the end of my life, Virgil!” It was both a yell and a plea.

Frozen mid-thought, Virgil just stared.

Dad turned away, pulling against the bed to shift himself. “I’m not finished. I owe Berry and Ju and this is my chance to pay.”

“To pay for what? What could be worth your life, Dad? What could be worth putting Scott through all this?”

“Scott? Why is everyone so defensive of Scott. This has nothing to do with him.”

“It has everything to do with him!” It was Virgil’s turn to get loud. For a moment, he forgot he was in space and his frustrated movement set him on a gentle spin. He had to grab a cabinet to right himself. “It has everything to do with all of us.”

His father’s hands were placating as he held them out. “I know you boys sacrificed a lot and I will be forever grateful-“

“You don’t know, Dad.”

“What?”

“Because we haven’t told you how close everything came to collapse. How close we were to losing Scott.”

Dad’s eyes widened. “Virgil-“

“No, you don’t get to gamble on this! I can’t watch it happen all over again. It will kill him.” He wasn’t too sure he had the strength himself either. “You were home. You were safe. You could be Dad again. Why on Earth would you ever want to be anything else after all those years? All those times you chose space, or the business or International Rescue over us. You’re doing it again. Why can’t family be the most important on your list of things, Dad? Just for once?”

It was more than he had intended to say. It bared him to his father’s scrutiny, to the sensitive parts of himself that Dad had never quite understood. His throat grew tight and he struggled to hold it together.

Dad reached out a hand and gently gripped Virgil’s shoulder. “I am who I am, Virgil. I can’t change that.”

There was a knock at the door. “Virgil, are you okay in there?”

Scott.

Virgil closed his eyes.

“He’s fine, Scott.” Dad’s voice was firm.

The door opened. Blue ice combed the room. “Virgil, Michael needs you to check the aft sensor array. He’s getting an anomalous reading.”

Virgil frowned. “Does he think there’s a fault?”

“That’s why he needs you to check it out.” Sharp and defying objection.

And obviously a route to removing Virgil from the room.

Shit.

He glared at Scott, but Scott’s expression was more tired than inflammatory. “Have you eaten?”

“Virgil…”

“I’m going, if you’re going.” Brother-speak for ‘I’m only doing as you say if you do as I say and there is no way I’m leaving you alone with Dad right now’.

Blue flickered as the message was received. “Fine. Check in with Michael and I will see you in the mess hall asap.” Scott pushed off from the door frame and disappeared down the corridor without another word.

And no acknowledgement that their father even existed.

God, this was hard.

“Sorry, Dad, I have to go.” Okay, there was some relief in that, even if he was ashamed to admit it.

The man grunted and squeezed his shoulder before letting go. “We all have our duty.”

Virgil pushed off the bed towards the door, turning for a just a moment to look back at his father. But Dad was staring at nothing, simply floating beside the bed apparently lost in thought.

Virgil’s throat tightened and he opened his mouth.

But nothing came out.

Now more sad than angry, Virgil pushed through the door and left.

After all, he had his duty.

-o-o-o-

Next

[shhhlikeme]

“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

🎉🎊 Special Birthday Outtake Part One 🎊🎉

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A/N: HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY to our mountain man! Everyone keeps saying how underrated the man is, well NOT ON THIS BLOG, NO MA’AM! WE CELEBRATE KINGS OVER HERE.

I tried to get to everyones prompts for this special collection so let’s go!! (There are two parts, but this can be read as a STAND ALONE fic).

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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August 1st

One sunny summer day, you and your new boyfriend Aone were sitting on a patio having sushi for lunch in downtown Tokyo.

You scooted your chair closer to his and rested your head on your wrist, looking up at him quizzically.

Aone who was in the middle of chewing, slowed down as his heart picked up. The prettiest girl in the world was staring at him, and he knew you well enough to know that that look meant you were up to something. He swallowed hard and took a sip of his water.

“Yes? What is it?” He asked finally.

“Oh, just thinking about the fact that I don’t know when your birthday is.”

Aone tried not to roll his eyes. “Y/N....”

“Don’t Y/N me, Takanobu.”

Aone really did roll his eyes then. He didn’t know why you needed to know when his birthday was. He didn’t really like celebrating it because he isn’t a flashy guy, meaning only Kenji and now Kogenagawa would just go to the movies or something. His parents were divorced so he’d usually do something small twice with both or them too. His parents would usually gift him with a lot of money towards carpenter school so he was never in need of anything. Sure, in first and second year when Aone blew out his candles all he wished for was that you could maybe notice him, but look at him now. He didn’t want you to get him anything and stress when the best gift he’d ever and could ever receive is you being his.

brb crying

Aone shook his head. “I do not want to tell you. I feel like you’re going to do something extravagant.”

True. You pouted anyway.

“I won’t if you don’t want me to! We’re dating. You have to tell me. If you do, I’ll tell you mine.”

Aone flushed internally because you saying such a thing reminded him that he had to have that talk with you soon about the fact that he knew when your birthday was before you knew his name. Not only that, but tell you that he actually gifted you a cupcake last year on it, and wanted to gift you more than that. (but that’s for another outtake time).

“I’ll tell you on a later date then.” He tried reasoning fairly, but alas his spunky girlfriend was having none of that.

“No! You’re going to tell me now. You can’t deprive me of this, Aone,”

Aone continued to eat, picking up your favourite roll with his chopsticks and directing it towards your mouth for you to eat.

You frowned, crossing your arms.

You stared at your gorgeous white haired beauty of a man as he continued eating—your mind trying to figure out how you’d get the information out of him..... soon you got distracted because You were thinking about how sexy he looked in aviator sunglasses with the sun glowing his slightly tanned skin when suddenly, it hit you.

💡

How could you forget?! As you’re thinking about how sexy your boyfriend is and he’s trying not to look at you— you forgot that your boyfriend also finds you sexy, but unfortunately for most boys who have been crushing on a girl for years, the manner in which Aone found you sexy kind of made him literal putty for you.

😈

You decided to pull out the medium guns, taking a strand of your hair in your finger to twirl it.

“Pleaseee, baby?” You asked in your cutesy voice. You place a delicate hand on your boyfriend’s knee and fluttered your long eyelashes at him before he even looked at you.

Feeling your hand on his knee made his heart race like any time you touched him, so he turned to you. When his eyes met yours this poor baby dropped the sushi roll he was about to put in his mouth on his plate. One look at your begging-expression and this simp couldn’t even hold out for another second.

“August.” He admitted quickly, awestruck. You were just so hot.

You gasp. “THAT’S THIS MONTH, AONE! YOU WERE GOING TO LET ME MISS IT!” You growled. “Now tell me the day.”

Takanobu looked away, refusing to look at you as an act of defence, in case you used that sexy hair-twirling trump card again.

“No, Y/N.”

You smiled and decided not to twirl your hair but this time take advantage of the fact that he wasn’t looking at you. You leaned in closer to your boyfriend.

“Pretty please, my love?” You sing sweetly. Aone tried his best to keep it together because lord knows he was pre-programmed to give you anything you wanted, and he was actually doing a good job since he wasn’t looking at you.

“No.”

You leaned in immediately, pressing your soft lips to his cheek, pressing them into his stubble in a way that meant maybe this wasn’t just an innocent kiss. This was a kiss could either mean let’s hold hands or let’s fuck, and Aone knew it.

Like usual with your longer kisses, all the blood rushed from mountain man’s brain to his groin.

“13th.” He said almost automatically, no longer using the head above his shoulders but the one he wanted to stick inside your dripping cunt. “August 13th.” He clarified, wanting to please you by telling you, but also wanting to please you in more ways than one.

You jumped out of seduction-mode and squealed, pulling back and clapping.

“Yay! Thank you, baby!”

Aone’s heart soared at you calling him pet names. He remembers the jealous stares he always gets from other men and guys at school whenever you called him that, and it made him feel even better upon hearing it.

When Aone realized he’d been powerless to you using your sexiness to get what you wanted from him for the 5th time this week (second time today) he sighed.

“I do not like birthdays, Y/N. Just so you know.” he explains softly, praying that you won’t go all out.

You scooted your chair even closer to your boyfriend. Leaning in to tell him something in his ear. Knowing your bf wouldn’t admit to how much he loved when you did that—you whispered seductively,

“Oh, Aone, I promise you’ll love birthdays after I’m finished with yours....”

you made sure your lips grazed his ear the tiniest bit and that your voice was dripping with sex again.

Fuck, Aone hated that you knew what you did to him. With a blush, Takanobu reached out to grab a napkin quickly......... wiping the evidence of his nosebleed.

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August 7th - Day 2 out of 7 - Jealous Mountain Man @ The Miyagi Prefecture Summer Training Camp Hosted by Date Tech | Also Date Tech Cheer Team Training Clinic

You and your boyfriend Aone were ecstatic to be at training camp together!

Even though you barely got to see eachother because the cheerleaders were training outside and the volleyball players were in the gym, you had lunch together which meant you could run to your boyfriend and kiss him when you got to see him in the caf excitedly.

However, the boys’ volleyball coaches strictly prohibited any fraternizing outside of lunch time because the boys were always a bit too distracted by the hot cheerleaders.

That type of limitation just made you that much more jumpy to see your man—who was on cloud nine every time you gave him attention. He pointed you out to his friends from other schools like Hinata and Kyotani who were very nice to you (well as nice as mad dog gets).

“That cheerleader.....is your............. girlfriend.......?” Kageyama asked as his eyes followed you into the cafeteria. Let’s just say a lot of volleyball players eyes were following you.

Aone nodded. “Yes. I understand it’s hard to believe. I catch myself not believing it either, most days.” He spoke proudly, unknowingly straightening his shoulders and puffing out his chest. He was so proud to finally be able to call you his. He knew you were way out of his league and it just made his entire day when he was reminded that you chose him.

From where you were standing by the doors, you searched the full lunch tables and spotted your mountain man. You got on your tippy toes and waved at him, blowing him a kiss.

“She’s really good looking.” Kags finished, nodding at Aone with a slight blush.

Aone nodded back while returning your curt wave. “Extremely.” Your boyfriend added, getting excited because you’d soon come over to say hi like you always did at lunch.

“Yeah that’s Y/N! I met her yesterday, she’s really nice. She is like a 10/10 on the pretty scale and even her friends are pretty! Is the stunning taller one—the captain I think—that’s your girlfriend, right Futakuchi?”

Sitting beside Aone and across from the quick attack duo, Futakuchi choked on his food, coughing. Aone patted his back while trying to hide a smile.

“Not my girlfriend.”

Kags looked confused. “Really? She sure acts like it—“

“I said not my girlfriend.” He repeated, making them drop the subject.

Aone stopped patting Futakuchi’s back because he seemed healthy enough, but also because he saw you approaching some guy at the Wakutani South High’s table. Aone felt something weird in the pit of his stomach as he watched you chat enthusiastically to the one player from that school. Aone knew him as Takeru.

Aone’s heart sunk because you never spoke to strangers that happily, you barely noticed them.

“Y/N-chan knows Takeru Nakashima?” Hinata asked innocently, stuffing his face with food & watching you. Kenji and Kags looked over too.

Aone felt himself stop breathing when you leaned in to whisper in the captain’s ear, causing Nakashima to turn red all over.

Aone wanted to throw up.

“I wasn’t aware.” Mountain man responded, his shoulders stiff.

Now, Mountain Man trusted you, yes, that much is true. He could practically read you like a book. But he absolutely hated the way Takeru’s eyes lit up like a fucking Christmas tree when you approached, talking only to him as if you were on some sort of secret mission.

Sure, all the guys at this tournament checked all of the cheerleaders out—asking out Katana and Kusa almost 4 times a day—but Kenji made it pretty clear to everyone he spoke with to spread the word that Y/N is taken, so Takeru definitely knew.

Kenji has been through too much with y’all already lmao

That didn’t stop Takeru from admiring you though. And being absolutely flabbergasted that you randomly wanted to speak to him, of all people, today.

As he watched from so far away, Aone was reminded of how much he hated the feeling he got when seeing you happily give another guy who’s clearly interested in you your attention. It was a familiar feeling that he’d felt when you were seeing that baseball player last year, but the feeling was justly multiplied now, since Aone did have some level of claim on you now. He wasn’t just wishing he had a right to be jealous like he did back then—You were his girlfriend now. The best thing that’s ever happened to him.

“Maybe they know eachother from somewhere,” Kenji lightly elbowed his best friend on the arm. “You should ask her.”

“Hm.” Aone grunted, crawling back into his minimal communication shell that he always went in when he was hurt.

Kenji was concerned because Aone hadn’t gone back to that since that night at the bowling alley.

Still watching you, Aone saw you lean in to hug Takeru and then skip over to his table. To him.

“Hi baby!” You exclaim, happier than usual. Aone couldn’t help but frown because were you happier because you spoke to that other guy? Did Takeru increase your happiness?

“Hi,” said Aone kindly, opening his arms for a hug. If Takeru got one, then bby mountain man wanted one—too.

childish jealous bby. I luv

You walked straight into your boyfriend’s perfect embrace as you stood and he remained seated. You felt him hug you tighter than usual, pressing his ear to your chest and running a caring hand up and down your back with his big beefy hands. This wasn’t the usual hug he gave you in public at all, it was more like how he hugged you when you two were cuddling and watching a movie at his house.

Muddled, you raised your eyebrow at Kenji for a silent explanation and Kenji just shrugged, not willing to tell on his friend for being jealous. After 10 seconds, Aone still wouldn’t let you go, closing his eyes while he relished in the feel and angelic smell of you so close to him.

“Uhhh.......you okay, sweetie?” You asked him, raising your hands to gently play with the hair on the back of his head. Aone nodded into your chest again—too jealous to realize that his head was pressing on your pillowy tits that he drools over.

A lot of boys were very jealousssss seeing you two, wishing they were Aone right about now.

“Do you know him?” Aone asked, his eyes still closed as he felt like sleeping on your booby pillows.

“Who?” You asked, lost as usual.

Kenji groaned. “Who do you think? Nakashima. Do you know him?”

“Ohhhhh!” You laughed. “No. I just met him right now. I wanted to uh....say hi.”

Aone’s frown deepened. He had no issue when you always spoke to your male friends at school, but even so, they always sought you out friendly. You basically never went up to anyone but the cheerleaders. Takeru is getting special treatment.... because Why didn’t you want to do that to him during the two years he day dreamed about you? - pondered mountain man.

“Want to go on a walk with me, Aone baby?” You asked Aone, not clueing in that he felt any type of way at all. “Some of the girls are getting ice cream just up the road. I want you to come.”

Aone nodded quickly, but he didn’t make any motion to leave this comfortable boob-hug yet.

“You just gonna hug me until Katana is ready to go?” You giggled.

Baby nodded.

“Okay.” You respond with a smile, continuing to run your hand through his short hair soothingly the way he likes. You just begin chatting to Hinata.

Aone felt reassured by your loving actions in front of the whole camp, but unfortunately..... that reassurance was short lived.

***

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August 9th - Day 4 out of 7 of Training Camp

Throughout the camp, Aone watched everyday as you made what you did the other day a routine. You’d come into the caf with the other pretty cheerleaders, looking the prettiest, wave at your boyfriend, walk over to talk to Takeru Nakashima: sometimes bringing him out in the hall for something, then come back to kiss and greet your wonderful boyfriend.

Kenji, Kogenagawa, and especially Aone didn’t fucking like it.

“Want me to teach Takeru a lesson about boundaries?” Kogenagawa asked Aone at lunch a couple days later, cracking his knuckles like he would actually do something (he’d be too scared looool). Aone shook his head firmly. “No,” he answered, feeling hurt watching you smile brightly at something Nakashima said.

Kenji said his piece, “It’s Y/N that keeps approaching him, big boned setter. It’s not like Takeru really does it back, plus, I reminded him that that’s my best friend’s girl during outside hitter drills yesterday. He was really understanding, he seems like a really good kid.”

Kogenagawa nodded. “Great. I definitely don’t think Y/N is doing it on purpose though, she used to be way more flirty with that baseball guy or with Aone-senpai—but I just wish Takeru didn’t always look like Christmas came early whenever Y/N comes around.”

Kenji nodded. “That’s true. I may not know why Y/N wants to talk to him so badly, but I definitely know that Takeru is loving every second of it. He wouldn’t do anything because I’ve learned he’s a pretty stand-up guy, but man..... no offence Aone but Y/N needs to understand how fuck-hot she is. And that some guys will like her enthusiastic cheerleader personality a bit too much.”

Aone’s heart dropped as he listened to his honest friends. “I do not blame Nakashima....” Aone started, feeling his blood start to boil a bit because Takeru couldn’t help but stare at your fine ass in tight practice shorts when you walked away from him and toward Aone. Aone growled deep within his chest territorially.

As if he heard the growl but more likely probably just feeling menacing eyes on him, Takeru’s eyes flicked to Aone’s. Startled by how angry and scary Aone looked because he caught Nakashima staring at his girlfriend, Nakashima quickly diverted his eyes. Looking anywhere else but at Y/N for the duration of the day.

“I don’t blame Nakashima...” Aone continued his thought. “....I had and still have the same feelings for Y/N as she is very desirable. And besides, surely I don’t blame Y/N either. It’s not her fault she is attractive. A man’s actions toward an attractive woman is NEVER the woman’s fault. (A/N: KING!) And she is only talking to him, I shouldn’t be so envious.”

Kogenagawa nodded again. “That’s the spirit, Aone-senpai.”

“Easier said than done,” Kenji muttered before taking some gulps of his sports drink, knowing his best friend better than anyone else.

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August 11th - Day 6 out of 7 of Training Camp

As previously mentioned, your boyfriend trusted you, but he also knew that you were absolutely lost when it came to knowing when a guy has a crush on you (how in the world do you know that Aone? Hahahaha) and it was pretty damn obvious that Takeru Nakashima was falling fast and hard. Pissed and annoyed, Aone watched you go chat with him day after day and then come over like nothing happened. It was obvious you didn’t like the kid in a romantic way, but Aone still wanted to know why you wanted to talk to him so much and why you even gave him the time of the day that Aone so desperately wanted from you before you noticed him. Maybe he was a little bitter and a lot jealous of Takeru’s ability to get your attention.

Takanobu wanted all your attention on him. Without knowing it, this big baby slowly got more and more clingy and pouty to his beautiful girlfriend.

When he was walking down a hall with you and Takeru happened to turn down the same hall with his team, Aone would pull you in close to his side and basically shield you from his view.

When you two would say bye after lunch and Aone noticed Nakashima was watching, he’d lean down to kiss you maybe a bit more passionately than usual (not that you were complaining, your boyfriend’s passionate kisses made your knees weak)....

Aone even somehow convinced you to wear his Date Tech jacket during lunch, because according to Aone the air conditioning was way too cold for the tiny practice outfit the cheerleaders had to wear, and he didn’t want you get sick.

bullshit, Aone😒 lol

But again, you weren’t complaining! You loved the smell of your boyfriend and having the feeling of his arms being around you because you were wearing his gigantic sweater just made you the happiest cheerleader ever!

But, unfortunately.... Even with all of that—just as Kenji predicted—that didn’t really keep Aone’s jealously under wraps:

Currently, you two were sitting beside eachother on a bench waiting for Kenji and Kanji to finish talking to the coach so you all could walk home together since you were going to your boyfriend’s. Everything was good as you two spoke and enjoyed each other’s company. Then, this boy just had to ruin a great moment.

Seeing Takeru approach; his shy eyes stuck on his girlfriend, Aone didn’t hesitate to put his arms around you and pull you on his lap with ease. His horny side didn’t even freak out that your ass was on his dick.....much. He was too focused on shooting daggers at your approaching admirer that you seemed to like very much.

Hesitating because he picked up on Aone’s protective message, Takeru flushed in fear before finding the guts to walk up to you anyway. Mountain man was not impressed.

Takeru stared only at you nervously. Good choice.

“Hey uh........Y/N. can I uh.....a-ask you something....?”

Furious that anyone would try it with him right there, mountain man poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

You moved to get off of your boyfriends lap, about to answer with an exuberant ‘sure!’ but that was until your boyfriend’s strong arms held you on his lap and he answered Takeru for you.

“You may ask US something.” He corrected Takeru, venom evident throughout his tone.

Your jaw dropped, turning back to who you thought was the sweetest boy you’ve ever met incredulously.

“Babe! That is so not nice!” You scolded.

Aone looked down at you, immediately cowering under your gaze because you looked disappointed in him. He never wanted you to be disappointed in him! Mountain man released his tight grip on you and apologized sincerely under his breath.

Still a bit unhappy with him, you just got off his lap to walk away with Takeru.

Aone sighed.

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August 12th - Final Day of Training Camp

“Hello, Nakashima-senpai. Do you mind if I speak to you for a second before you get on your bus?” Aone bowed politely to the upperclassmen.

Taken aback by the giant middle blocker’s new kind behaviour toward him, Nakashima nodded, a bit frightened.

Aone pointed toward the empty bench that he was sitting on yesterday with Y/N when he’d been so rude to Takeru.

Takeru nodded and called over his shoulder for the team to keep packing up the bus, he would just be a few minutes. Takeru followed the mountain man.

“Uh.....you’re not going to beat me up, um, a-are you?” Takeru asked while using one hand to awkwardly massage the back of his neck.

Aone shook his head stoically, taking a seat on the bench then inviting Takeru to join him. He did.

“Y/N does not know I am doing this, so I want you to know this is completely genuine.” Aone turned to face the 5’8 captain. “I’m very sorry for the way I have acted toward you this entire training camp, Nakashima-senpai.”

Takeru nodded slowly.....

Aone continued. “I was admittedly jealous of the fact that my girlfriend noticed you so easily and always wanted to talk to you....especially since I’d wanted her to notice me in such a way for years and she never did.” Aone sighed. “It made me feel insecure. But that is no excuse. Kenji-san says that you respected our relationship all along, and um, my behaviour yesterday was undeniably unacceptable and for that I am sorry!” Aone stuck out his hand as emotions caused his voice to raise at the end of his apology.

Takanobu chuckled, shaking the big guy’s hand. “Hey, no worries, I accept your apology, Takanobu-san. Don’t worry about it. For what it’s worth I don’t know how you do it—what with having such a gorgeous girlfriend and dealing with guys like me who develop pathetic, spineless, hopeless crushes on her.....”

Aone’s eyebrows furrowed at the outside hitter’s confession.

Takeru gasped when he realized what he said, red as a tomato. He rushed to explain.

“S-sorry! N-not that I would ever act on those f-feelings!” He tripped over his words, but Aone was calm. Again, he couldn’t blame another man for falling for someone as incredible as you—he did. Takeru relaxed when he realized the middle blocker wasn’t going to break him in two.

“Aone, I mean it when I say it’s a hopeless crush because that girl.....Y/N.....she’s really in love with you. You’re all the she talks about, to be honest. And trust me, she didn’t ‘notice’ me out of no where..........um.........well I’ve said too much already.”

Aone stopped listening after hearing someone else say that Y/N is in love with him... he couldn’t believe other people could tell, solidifying to him that this wasn’t a dream anymore, and that you were his for keeps. It made him so confident.

Takeru cleared his throat which brought Aone back down to the present and out of Y/N-dreamland. Takeru was being called to the bus by his coach.

“Looks like I have to go, but......I just want to s-say that..........Y/N is a really good girl, Aone. You are the luckiest guy I know to have a girlfriend like her, and I’m not just talking about her looks. She really loves you, like a lot, and I hope you two last, because she deserves to be as happy as you make her forever. I don’t blame you at all for acting the way you did. I think I’d do worse. Thank you for the apology, though.........YES COACH IM COMING.....gotta jet. I wont be playing this year but I’ll see you from the audience. Good luck!” With some walking backwards and talking, Takeru waved to Aone and then jogged to his bus.

Feeling relieved, Aone packed up and went home.

***

Later that night after his night time routine, mountain man texted you before bed. You hadn’t spoken to him all day for the rude behaviour he exhibited yesterday (or for some other reason wink wink) and it made your boyfriend just give you your space anxiously. But he couldn’t go to sleep before letting you know how sorry he was:

Aone: I miss you. I’m extremely sorry about yesterday. That wasn’t like me. I hope you have a perfect sleep

You: 💖💖💖 Takeru said you apologized???????

I forgive you baby 💘🏔

I hope you have a perfect sleep & a perfect wake 2 🤫😉

Not really understanding what your last part of the text meant but too tired from training camp to figure it out, Aone closed his eyes and drifted off into romantic and sexy dreams starring his unbelievably gorgeous girlfriend.

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[beautifulterriblequeen]

Breaking and unmaking

I’m stretching my Druids -> Assassins headcanon a little further today. 

So far, I’m enjoying the epic angst that comes with assassins being blood-promise-bound to their duty for the last 1000 years, because the Oath of Féanor is one of my favorite disasters from the Silmarillion. But that means that even if Runaan is freed from his coin prison, he’s still bound to his duty. He’s not free enough yet.

S4 and S5 were hinted to contain some history to help give us a better look at exactly how everyone got to where they are in the present day. I know I’ve posted about hoping that Janai and Amaya work together to find out the Orphan Queen’s/Queen Aditi’s/Harrow’s ancestor’s secrets. I don’t have a strong opinion on how that all plays out, but I would love to watch them work together and learn stuff!

So, what if we get something like this for teaching us Moonshadow history: Rayla does find Runaan’s coin, but with his arm still bound, and him bound to his blood promise (maybe the same thing, maybe not), if he’s released, he’ll die. She can free Lain and Tiadrin--if she and Callum can learn how to--because her parents are not bound by a failed mission the way Runaan is, even if they are/were assassins and did give the Dragon Queen a blood promise, too. This will leave Runaan as the only elf trapped beyond reach.

Gosh, that seems familiar....

Okay, so this is Rayla we’re talking about. She just crossed half the continent to return a baby dragon during an actual war. If she realizes that Runaan is either going to 1) be trapped forever or 2) die if he’s freed, which will she want to pick?

Door #3. Runaan might be fatalistic enough to accept freedom just so he can die in Ethari’s arms, but Ethari wouldn’t want that if there were another way, and neither would Rayla. So: Rayla’s gonna rip up the 1000-year-old blood promise. And that means first learning the full history of the Moonshadow elves because someone didn’t pay attention in history class! which might be partly classified, partly lost, and partly hidden. Moonshadows be like. She’d quest as far as she needed to in order to save Runaan, but see... this quest isn’t just for him anymore. If all the assassins in the Moonshadow Forest are bound to this blood promise the way that he is, then none of them have ever truly been free. Maybe this is how Rayla saves her people, in a way Runaan never could.

She’s a hero, and that’s what heroes do. They save people. People.

But maybe she won’t be breaking that promise, exactly... maybe she can just unwrite it somehow. Balance it out. I’m not sure what that would look like, but it could take three very special components that were present during the initial oathmaking: 1) the blood of a Moonshadow assassin: Rayla. She keeps calling herself an assassin. Might be a clan thing, not a matter of actually taking a life?

2) the Moon Archdragon Luna Tenebris. Please let Rayla go on a dragon quest! lhfksdfhihfis That would be the coolest thing ever! Why haven’t we heard a peep out of Luna Tenebris, or even learned if she’s still alive or not? She’s definitely important somehow. Her reign lasted from the division of Xadia--aka the Merciful Compromise that split the land--until the Fallen Star. Those are some serious bookends.

3) a Moon primal stone. You’ve noticed that there are two different Moon primal staffs. The gathering from 1000 years ago, before the Border was carved, shows a Moonshadow elf holding a staff shaped like a shillelagh--a traditional druidic weapon.

But 300 years ago the leading Moonshadow elf has a different staff. Taller, more commanding, bearing a big stylized Moon rune, and looking a lot like Runaan’s chest marking, handle and all. Instead of a shillelagh, this staff resembles a sickle--another druidic handheld. Its larger cousin is a scythe.

Did they rework the staff? Possibly. If so, it’s probably to reflect the Moonshadow elves’ change in status, moving eastward and joining the Sunfire elves in active defense of Right Xadia,

But maybe that first primal stone is busy spinning some very big spells. I have two guesses what they might be, and there’s no reason they can’t both be going at the same time. ahaha Moonshadow duality Maybe it’s running the blood promise that binds all of the assassins to their word on pain of death. Maybe it’s running Aaravos’s ghost program on a dedicated primal server.

Maybe breaking the blood promise will break the mirror spell on Aaravos’s prison. Wouldn’t that be interesting! Rayla having to choose to free everyone, or no one.

tl;dr: Maybe the Moonshadow elves we see today aren’t quite the heartless monsters we’ve kinda been suspecting, insta-ghosting each other and hating humans and all. Maybe they’re victims of their ancestors’ oath, just in a different way than the humans the assassins take. And if the blood promise can be undone, then they can all be free again. No more assassins, no more killings.

And now for the angsty side:

Ir Rayla’s questing to make it safe for Runaan to return to the world of the living, that means Runaan’s gotta stay in the coin until it’s safe to come out. 

Ughhhh. If something like this has to happen, and if it does mean Runaan and Ethari can’t kiss and reunite properly, then I really hope they can talk somehow, and that Runaan can at least tell everyone what he knows and all his thoughts and anything important he wants to say. In fact, I would like it if he couldn’t shut up for a while. He can’t use his Moonshadow stealth language and just touch people from inside the coin, so he’s gotta use that lovely voice. Aww. Can you imagine Ethari curled up with his precious coin in his fingers and Runaan’s just spilling his heart to him? Fifteen or twenty years of words that he’s saved up, spilling out in case things don’t work out and they don’t get another chance? God. 

And some further angst that I realized had to go along with this headcanon: if Lain and Tiadrin swore the blood promise too, it makes a little more sense why they’d go to the Storm Spire to guard Zym’s egg. Devon said in the Deluxe Elf Interview that little Rayla couldn’t understand how parents would have a bigger priority than her, and yeah, that’s rough. But if it’s a sacred blood promise that’s holding them... they kinda can’t say no. And if the blood promise takes you out if you fail in your duty... well. That explains Runaan’s emotional lockdown, yeah?

He thought Lain and Tiadrin had run... and then perished. He thought they were dead. His dearest friends. Their honor and their lives, gone in one fell swoop. It caught him completely off guard because he trusted them so much. No wonder he got all eyeshimmery when he saw them in the coin. They were alive! Yay! And they were trapped! Boo! And they never broke their promise! Yay! And the village ghosted them for no reason! Boo!

Speaking of the village... if the assassins uphold the honor of the whole Moonshadow race by serving the dragons according to their oath--if the whole Moonshadow identity of stoic service is tied up in that blood promise--then of course the village ghosted Lain and Tiadrin. The sacred oath guides their entire culture, their values, it dominates their history. They’d yeet themselves as far away from such a breach of the ancient trust as they could. They all wanna be the Sworn, never the Forsworn.

They’d ghost Rayla too, not because she’d sworn the oath and then failed it--since she probably hasn’t made any blood oaths yet--but because not breaking the blood promise is so vital to who Moonshadows are, and Rayla ran away on a mission to take a dangerous human. That’s the entire purpose of the assassins according to the blood promise: Spare the humans’ lives, and then be responsible to correct every misstep they make from that point forward. An endless oath of guardianship that can outlive its usefulness and become downright dangerous and chaotic with changing times.

Dude, I’d really like to see Rayla unmake that promise somehow, save Runaan, and save her entire people from a good faith vow they made for the very best of reasons, far too long ago. And I’m loving the idea that she’d kill Viren, and then free Aaravos. Such a chaos child, I love her.

[aspiring-ginger]

Thunderstorms Ch.1 (Fellowship x Reader)

Summary: Reader is in for a pretty large and unexpected surprise when a massive thunderstorm hits. How did the Fellowship of the Ring end up in your backyard?

Warnings: Language

Word count: 3,151

Pairing(s): Platonic Fellowship of the ring x fem!reader, eventual romantic interest (Lord of the Rings)

Who do you want Reader to end up with? Vote here!

A/N: Okay, absolutely no one asked for this, but here we are. I’ve been kicking myself for not doing requests or FMN ch2 because of terrible writers block but I got a random stroke of inspiration and decided to write this. I figured it’d be better to write anything than nothing at all! Because this is in a modern setting, reader is from the US because I am, and any slang I use I want to be authentic and don’t want to offend anyone by trying to pass it off as somewhere else. I hope y’all enjoy this!

Comments and feedback are always appreciated! Let me know if you want more!

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Masterlist I Next 

You stretched out your stiff muscles as you stood from your desk chair. You rubbed your hand down your face and paused your music, deciding that it was time to take a break and make some lunch. Groaning as you opened the refrigerator door you called out,

"Alexa, play some music" Not really caring what it picked as long as it was something.

You were home alone in your childhood house, and any noise was a much needed distraction from the eerie creaking and groaning of the building around you. Your parents were off in their summer home down south having to take care of some repairs or leasing or something, so they left you in charge. You didn't mind, it was a place to stay while you worked and took online classes to finish school. Plus, you had the whole place to yourself, so it didn't matter how messed up your sleep schedule was, or how much noise you made. 

You would have to go to the store soon, you thought to yourself, glancing around your mostly empty shelves to find something edible. You decided on a quick sandwich and some fruit, grabbing the necessary ingredients and humming along to the music as you worked. 

When you finished, you debated watching something as you ate or simply eating as you worked. You decided on the former- after all, you'd been on top of all your school work so there was no rush to get anything done. With that decision out of the way now you just had to decide what exactly to watch. You sat down on the couch with your drink and food in hand, looking around the living room for inspiration. 

It had been awhile since you watched any of your favorites again, you thought as your eyes landed on a Harry Potter DVD that had been collecting dust on top of your playstation from whenever you watched it last. But no, you weren't really in the mood for wizards. Pirates of the Caribbean? That was always a good one. Plus, it had Orlando Bloom in it so….yay. You snapped your fingers- that was it! Lord of the Rings! It still had Orlando Bloom, but it had that deep fantasy setting you've been craving. You popped in the first disc of Fellowship, extended edition of course, and began happily munching on your lunch.

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Your heart swelled as the credits rolled, remembering just how much you loved those movies. The scenery, costumes, soundtrack, actors, everything about it was just so, so, ugh! You just loved it so much. You grew up on these movies and they always had a special place in your heart. 

They were still super long, though, and you needed to get back to work. You cleaned up the living room and headed back upstairs to finish your essay for class. Smiling, you decided to put on the soundtrack from fellowship instead of whatever you were listening to last. Maybe then you would get more inspiration? Or at least time would pass quicker. Whatever it was, you just needed more to satisfy your lotr craving. You were definitely watching the other two movies when you were done.

You got several hours of good work done, not even realizing when your music had switched to the two towers. You were snapped out of your work-zone when a clap of thunder sounded outside, and you realized just how dark it was. The only light in the room was your computer screen. You went to turn on the light and continue working when you saw lightning flash from outside your window. Frowning, you remembered when you checked the weather this morning and the chance of rain was very low. Of course meteorologists are never really 100% right all the time, but this seemed a little off. How could they miss a huge thunderstorm? 

You just shrugged and sat back down at your desk to finish- you were so close to being done! At least you'd sleep well later to the sound of rain. You saved your document just go be safe. Yeah your program autosaved your work but you couldn't be too careful if there was a storm. What if the power went out? Whatever, you just needed to focus to finish the last two paragraphs and then you'd be done. 

You glanced up to your window as you began to type when- a huge rumble of thunder shook your whole house and lightning flashed incredibly bright. You felt the weight of the thunder even rattle your insides as you were seemingly blinded by the lightning. Blinking, you looked around to see what the hell just happened. There was nothing but darkness around you, your monitor no longer showing the essay you'd been working on for so long. You were right- the power went out. And holy shit were you glad you saved.

If the thunder and lightning were so close together, that meant the storm was above you, right? You stood up to get a closer look out your window. Wind was howling, whipping the rain and trees all around in the torrential downpour. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed again, slightly farther apart this time, and what you saw outside….well you definitely didn't expect.

The brief flash of light illuminated figures of people laying down in your backyard. What? You rubbed your eyes and looked harder out into the darkness, still seeing the motionless shapes. Your backyard was fenced in and locked, there was no way so many people could get in. And why were they just laying there? In the rain?? You were so utterly confused. There was just no way. You had to be going crazy. This was just you seeing things in the shadows because you were home alone. It was nothing. 

Your stomach churned as you paced around your office. Should you go outside? Or at least downstairs to get a closer look? What if they needed help and were stuck in the rain? There were some woods beyond your property so maybe they wandered in. But no. Were you crazy? That's how stupid people always die in horror films. Something incredibly weird and scary happens and they go check it out. And then they get brutally murdered or something. No. Out of the question. You tried to tell yourself that you were just seeing things, making shapes out of shadows for nothing. There was nothing there. But no, your stomach didn't agree. Your gut told you there really were people out there. You saw them in the flash of light. If they were just shadows, you wouldn't have seen anything from the lightning.

Okay, so, there really were people in your yard. What should you do? Call the police? And then what? Hi officer I think I see a bunch of men in my backyard. No they're just laying there. How dumb would that sound?? Ugh no, you couldn't do that. If they were just laying there….how long had they been there? You certainly didn't see anything from the kitchen during lunch. The knot in your stomach twisted further. If they ended up needing help or something and you just sat there doing nothing, you would end up kicking yourself about it later.

Ugh! Curse your stupid moral compass and your need to help others. If this was how you died by being the stupid person in a scary movie, then so be it. You used the flashlight from your phone to light the way through your house, throwing on some shoes and a raincoat as you headed downstairs. Since it was still light out when you were last down here, the blinds were all open and you had a good view outside of both the front and back. There were definitely people out there. Now that you were closer you could make out at least...8 bodies in the grass? You crept into the kitchen and shined your flashlight out the glass door. Your light reflected off of several of the figures. You thought they might be wearing reflective gear or something, but the light wasn't as bright as it should've been. No, that was metal that reflected the light. 

You squeezed your eyes shut and clenched your fists in hopes of gathering up some courage. You sighed and tried to calm your nerves. You reached out and unlocked the door, pausing to see if the bodies would react to the noise. They didn't flinch, so after a moment you pulled the door open, and slid the screen door to the side . They didn't react to that either, so you stepped out into the rain.

Without turning your back on them, you stepped around to the wood pile nearby, glancing back to grab a long stick. There was no way you were gonna touch these strangers. Stick in hand, you crept up to the nearest one. Upon closer inspection, you saw what was reflecting the light from the door. Laying in front of you was a man with dark medium length hair. His clothes were ragged, a green cloak hung around his shoulders.  It certainly looked nothing like anyone would wear currently. Strangest of all, however, was a sword strapped to his back along with what appeared to be a blanket. Tilting your phone around, it looked very real. A foam sword or prop wouldn't shine like that.

You looked over to another figure and saw a similar sight. A man with medium length hair and a green cloak but instead of a sword on his back, he had a large round shield with what you think was a sword strapped to his hip. What the fuck? You glanced to another, a man with long blond hair and a matching green cloak but this time with a bow, daggers, and a quiver full of arrows at his back. You knew these props. It looked so familiar. Your breathing picked up as you looked over another figure. This one was much smaller. He had shorter, currier hair and again the same matching green cloak. Where the other men had boots however, this man...child(?)'s feet were bare. And large. Much larger than you would think for someone of his size. 

The pit in your stomach sank much deeper. You knew who these men were, or, at least trying to be. You literally just watched the first freaking movie. You identified each member of the fellowship of the ring. Aragon was in front of you, followed by Boromir, then Legolas. You saw Frodo, Sam, and you couldn't tell which one was Merry or Pippin from this distance but there were definitely four Hobbits. The furthest figure must've been Gimli. Gandalf was not among them, but that would make sense given the rest of the fellowships matching green cloaks. You were definitely freaking out now. There were a bunch of freaking cosplayers passed out in your yard? What the hell were you gonna do now? Your thoughts were racing, but your stomach was faring much worse. Somehow, you thought, it was much worse than it seemed.

You thrust your stick forward, prodding at the 'Aragorn' that lay at your feet. He didn't stir, so you poked a little harder. You thought you saw his breathing quicken, but reached forward with your stick anyway, just for good measure. The man shot up and grabbed your stick away from you in one fluid motion, drawing his blade with his other hand.

You stood like a deer in headlights, unmoving with eyes wide. The man held his sword out at you, pointing it at your throat while he glanced at his surroundings. You blinked and quickly threw your hands up in surrender, dropping your phone in the grass. Thankfully, it landed face down so it still provided some light. Rain continued to pour.

'Aragorn' looked back at his companions all strewn about then turned back towards you, thrusting his sword in warning.

"Who are you and what have you done to them?" The man spoke and you just stared, mouth agape. 

"What is this place? Answer me!" He insisted and took a step forward bringing the blade closer to your throat. There was no way that thing was a prop. That thing looked sharp.

You tried to speak, your mouth suddenly dry and tongue getting caught in your throat. His yelling, it seemed, was loud enough to wake the others, as they began to stir. 

"Aragorn. What is this place, what is going on?" You heard another voice speak and a blade removed from its sheath. Boromir stepped up to Aragorn's side and held his blade out at you as well.

Your mind was racing at 100mph but you were just frozen in place, shock taking over your body. How were you supposed to respond to this? What were you supposed to do? Looking at each of them, that was, without a shadow of a doubt, Aragorn and Boromir. 

"I-I…" you began, trying to form the right words. Aragorn simply raised a brow, "I-uh.. my name is (y/n) and um, you're in my backyard? I have no idea how you got here."

"Your yard? This is your house?"

"Uh- yeah um...do you want to come inside?" Aragorn and Boromir exchanged glances.

"How are you so quick to invite us in? What do you want from us?"

"Nothing!" You answered a bit too quickly, your voice going up in pitch, "Uh I mean n-nothing. I don't want anything from you. I was just writing in my house when the thunder hit and I looked outside and you all were just laying here, so I came out to see what was going on. Look, I wasn't even armed!" You gestured to your stick that was still in Aragorn's hand. 

He glanced down at it and indeed, it wasn't even sharp. He dropped it to the ground, calling out something in elvish, you only picked up Legolas' name. He responded in kind, and Aragorn nodded. He called out another phrase and turned back to you.

"You seem to be telling the truth, and we have no memory of how we arrived. We are in no position to refuse such a generous offer, but know this-" he twirled the sword in his hand before sheathing it, "should you try anything, we are armed." Boromir did the same, and you nodded in agreement. Legolas was helping the others up. 

"Please, um, follow me." You weren't sure if you should let them go first or show them in, so you decided to enter before them to show that you really didn't have any traps or anything malicious. 

You held your back door open for them as they entered one by one, all looking around at their strange new surroundings. Aragorn was last to enter, and you awkwardly shut the door behind them and locked it. They all looked to you expectantly, dripping water all over your kitchen. 

Aragorn cleared his throat and took a small step forward. "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This here is Boromir of Gondor, Legolas of the Woodland Realm, and Gimli, son of Gloin. The halflings are Meriadoc Brandybuck, Peregrin Took, Samwise Gamgee and, Frodo Baggins." Each bowed their heads as they were introduced. "And your name once more, my lady?"

"(Y/n) (l/n)....of Earth..?" You winced as you added the 'earth' bit. Here you were with your childhood heroes all standing in your kitchen, and you were just making a complete fool of yourself. 

"You have our gratitude, my lady. " Aragorn put a hand at his heart. "Would you, perhaps, direct us back on course so we may be on our way? We would hate to impose." He glanced around your kitchen as he spoke, looking curiously at your appliances.

"Um..about that." You began to sweat. How the fuck are you supposed to tell them that they're in a completely different world with little to no chance of getting home?! "Uh, please um take a seat if you want. This um.. is going to be hard to explain." The men gave you strange looks while the hobbits pulled out your four kitchen chairs and sat down.

"You're not in Middle-Earth any more, but that's pretty obvious I guess. Uh, here it's called Earth. Just Earth, no middle. We don't really have any kingdoms here, each country has their own elected officials or dictators. We're in the United States of America, or the US for short. You um… you're in a different world than yours. And time, I guess. We're also a lot more advanced with our technology than you. Oh shit- um.. I realize now that it's weird  that I know you're from Middle-Earth but let me explain ummm" you were definitely panicking now "Middle-Earth exists here? But.. to us, it's just a work of fiction, a story from a book. A really popular book. Like, the whole world has probably at least heard of it. So you're all um, characters in the book. Well, books actually. It's a series. Um, the author is J. R. R. Tolkien and the series is called The Lord of the Rings. And movies too. Really famous movies…" you trailed off.

They all stared at you in shock. 

"I can prove it! Here….you must still be in the first book, The Fellowship of the Ring. I mean no offense, but I'm guessing that you just went through Moria and then Lothlorien, and were making your way down the river Anduin and planning to approach Mordor from the north...right?"

Their eyes went wide and they all exchanged looks. 

"How do you know that?" Gimli asked.

"Well uh, I can tell because of your cloaks. You got them from Lorien, they have the leaves. And they look new, they're not that dirty yet. And Gandalf isn't with you.." you finished sheepishly. You almost said because Boromir was still there. And they were all still together. Thank god you kept that information to yourself.

"So," Boromir began, "Your entire world knows of the ring? And our mission?"

"Of course!" Their shoulders sagged so you quickly added, "Well the books and movies are super popular! A ton of people know your story, but that's a good thing! Everyone knows your story because they love it and they're rooting for you. They want your mission to succeed and to see the ring destroyed, too." They looked visibly relieved. " I swear on my life that I want nothing to do with the ring and I want you to succeed at all costs. I've grown up loving the books and the movies, so it really means a lot to me." You swallowed as you realized how awkward that sounded.

"Thats nice but, what's a movie?" Pippin asked.

Oh god, this was going to be a very long night.

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Diabolik Twitter ー Kou Mukami [2019 Compilation]

–> This post includes all tweets posted on the official Rejet Twitter account for Kou Mukami (@DiaLoverKouM) in 2019.

Shuu l Reiji l Ayato l Laito l Subaru l Ruki l Kou l Yuma l Azusa l Carla l Shin l Kino

January 4, 2019

> Happy New Year! 🐗 This year all of us bought lucky bags! What do you think M-neko-chan? Wouldn’t you want a ‘Kou-kun lucky bag’ filled with nothing but me?

-> In Japan, it’s a common custom around the New Year to purchase 福袋 or ‘fukubukuro’. Several stores and even restaurants will bring out their own version, featuring leftover items which did not sell all that well so they are giving them away at cheaper prices.

> In that case, I’ll shower you in them! Go, me! (。・ω・)ノ⌒🎁

> You too, Azusa-kun~!

January 28, 2019

> Ta-dahー! Kou-kun has arrived ★ Surprised I waited till the last second? I wanted to mess with you a little, so I was watching from afar this whole time~! ...Just kidding, that’s a lie. To tell the truth, I was so happy knowing you wanted to celebrate, I wasn’t quite sure what to say. However, I just had to tell you this before my birthday ended. Thank you. I love you.

February 13, 2019

> Heya~!

> I’m on break at work right now ★

> I’m trying my best to show you all a cool Kou-kun, so cheer me on, okay?

> Well then, my break will end soon so, bye bye!

February 14, 2019

> Happy Valentine’s Day! Thanks for the chocolates! I love, love, looooove you as well. (((●ﾉ≧3≦)ﾉ I just want to hold you into my arms and smooch you right now. Once you realize your love for someone, the feelings just overflow and they’re hard to hold back, don’t you think?

February 21, 2019

> Shall I lend you Ruki-kun? I bet he’d know just about anything. (@Yuma)

> I knowー I’m kidding, I’m kidding ★ (@Azusa)

March 14, 2019

> I guess I should give M-neko-chan something in return today. Well, I’m sure anything will make her happy if it’s a present from me~

> Don’t worry! It’s the feeling that counts! (@Azusa)

> Yeah! Our conversation helped me decide on what I’ll get too ★ (@Azusa)

March 15, 2019

> Ah, Ruki-kun remembered! (@Ruki)

> It’s not a live broadcast so it’s fine! It was recorded ages ago, you see! ★ (@Azusa)

March 28, 2010

> Carla-kun’s so scaaaary~ In that case, I’ll drag Subaru-kun over here, okay~? ★

> Haah? He’s not like you, no way Carla-kun has those kind of things. You always say things without think them through. (@Laito)

--> In the original Japanese tweet, Kou accidentally types 言うように or ‘iu you ne’ instead of 言うよね or ‘iu yo ne’ Since it’s just a simple mistake, I decide to reflect it in English by having him forget to conjugate a verb.

> Geezー Now I made a typo!

> You can’tー! I finally got him to answer my call, he’ll lock himself up in his room again! (@Laito)

April 1, 2019

> It’s everyone’s favorite idol, Kou-kun ★

> Since it’s April Fools today, I prepared a special event for all of you! It’s called “Chaos Twitter”!

> I’ll shuffle all of our accounts, so try and predict who will tweet from whose profile!

> Heyaー! It’s everyone’s favorite Kou-kun here! Continue to support me from here on out, okay? ☆彡 Yay, yay~ (*´∀｀*)

> Did you all get it? Let’s compare our answers!

> I’m Kino. Kou’s like that, isn’t he? 

> And it’s over. Did you figure out who tweeted from whose account? Well, behind this one is nothing but a trivial school doctor though.

--> Basically Karlheinz had hacked into Kou’s account, posing as him and setting up this ‘chaos twitter’ game while pretending to be Kou. xD

> Goodnight

May 16, 2019

> Heyaー! I’m gonna advertise my job now!

> In today’s program, I’ll introduce an ouftit which was designed by yours truly! I worked so very hard to show you all a handsome Kou-kun, so don’t miss it, okay? ★

> That’s not true!! (*｀з´*) (@Laito)

June 6, 2019

> Could it be a female fan of yours? Just kidding~ (@Kou)

June 11, 2019

> You bought a hat, Subaru-kun? Show me, show me! Wear it to school!

July 3, 2019

> Seems like they were delivered to Kanato-kun, Shuu-kun and Carla-kun as well. I received one too! “Fifth edition ー Answer the questions or no more blood-sucking!” it says. This is totally the same thing from before, right?

> Hold up! We’ll be banned from sucking blood if we don’t do it, you know!? You wouldn’t like that, would you? (@Kanato)

> Right? You should put him in place, Carla-kun! Tell him that he has to properly answer the letter! (@Carla)

> Well then, the punchline has been delivered, so let’s staaart~ ★

> Q. Tell us your recommended location for a first date!

A. Hmー Considering the season, the beach, I guess? But if it’s the first time, going somewhere to eat is nice too. I think sticking to the classics so you don’t get stressed out is best!

Q. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? 

A. I don’t think it takes that long, but I’m bad at buttoning my shirt. Currently looking to employ a girl for that task every morning~ ★

Q. Which kind of clothes would you want your crush to wear?

A. It’s hot so maybe something without sleeves? Just let it all show! It’d be easy to suck her blood and she wouldn’t be able to hide her cute, flustered expression. 

July 7, 2019

> May there be clear, blue skies tomorrow! #TanabataWishes

August 7, 2019

> Heya~ ★

> Listen to this. I received this invitation and I really want to go with you! What do you have planned the next couple of days? Are you free? 

> M-neko-chan, you ready? In that case, off we go!

August 30, 2019

> A festival to celebrate death, huh? 

> Personally, I want to live and be by the side of the person I love. How about you? 

September 6, 2019

> I’m skipping school today~ 

> I’m playing on the swing at the park

> I’m not by myself!

> Who could be with me? 

> Surprise, it’s Subaru-kun! I dragged him along~

> He’s making a very grumpy expression ★

October 25, 2019

> |ω・`）

> |彡ｻｯ

> |q´ω｀*)

> |彡ｻｯ!

October 29, 2019

> M-neko-chan~ ★

> I’m craving your blood. You’ve been spreading this sweeeeet smell the whole time after all. You don’t mind, do you?

> ...Huh? Didn’t I say the exact same thing just earlier? Am I imagining things? Oh well~ I’m digging iiiin~!

October 31, 2019

> I’m participating in a cosplay event for work and it surprised me how elaborate everyone’s costume is!

> By the way, I’m dressed up as well. ★ Which costume do you think it is~?

> The answer is...A wizard! (*ゝωб*)っ━☆゜.*･*:.｡. .｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

> If you don’t give me sweets, I’ll cast a spell on all of you~ ❤️ Just kiddingー!

> Ruki-kun, Ruki-kun! Prepare some snacks for when I get home. If you don’t, I’ll pull a prank on you~ ★ (@Ruki)

> It’s fine, right? Come on, please! (@Ruki)

> I won’t, I won’t! Hooray! Thank you! ★ (@Ruki)

November 5, 2019

> Hello, Duchess~ ★ (@Azusa)

–> They are doing a Parody of Alice in Wonderland on this day because of a Dark Wonderland event which was going on during the beginning of November.

> Pardon the intrusion~ I’m sorry for coming over uninvited. What were you doing just now, Azusa-kun?  (@Azusa)

> I see. I’m looking forward to seeing the finished product! (@Azusa)

November 6, 2019

> So bored~ 

> Ah, right! I’ll drop by March Hare and the Mad Hatter’s place!

> Eh!? The door’s locked and I can’t get through!? Which means...

> Subaru-kun, this is your doing, isn’t it!? I can’t go pay them a visit like this!

> Guess it can’t be helped. I’ll have the Caterpillar do something about this.

December 25, 2019

> Merry Christmas. 

> Say, what are you thinking about right now? I’m watching you smile brightly and thinking about just how much I love you. (｡・ω・｡)ﾉ☆;:*:;☆

December 27, 2019

> Fu-fu-fu~ I took a picture of something weird at school~★

--> The verb 撮る or ‘toru’ written with that specific kanji can either mean ‘to take a picture’ or ‘to record an audio/video’. It isn’t entirely clear from the context which one it is, but a picture seems most likely.

> Spotted my poster in town! (σ*ﾟдﾟ*) Did all of you see it?”

> Guess I’ll hit the hay. Seems like my ‘cat’ will sleep by my side tonight. Sweet dreams!

--> Kou is mostly likely referring to the MC/Yui when he says ‘cat’ here. xD

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Paths (Jumin X reader) Part#24 Final chapter

Hello, nurses! Finally, it took me ages, but the final chapter is here! Yay!

Thank you for the nurses who read this story. I couldn’t finish it earlier because lots of thing happened between. My job, my chores, some family problems, a lapsus of depression and more. I don’t want to give more details about it, but we did it. We finished this journey together. 

Enjoy the last chapter! 

Since the proposal in the party, the efforts of Eve, Jumin and May to control the media were a little bit wasted. Because between the guests you invited were celebrities which atrack paparazzis and  the media. The scandal was inevitable, but not all the efforts were wasted, because most of the tittles on the magazines, tabloids and gossip programs where "The misterious cinderella of the C&R prince" 

Most of the articules only focus on the proposal night and Jumin, they wrote just a few data, like your workplace and that you were foreigner, nothing else. Your workplace became a mess, your boss saw you like a potential client and started to treat you as a V.I.P. worker which you hate. Some people began to talk behind your back, more than before, but you knew how to deal with that and more. The ban of sharing the bed was still on the table. 

You could spend the rest of the afternoon watching a movie on the private theatre or spending the evening reading next to Jumin, but when was the time to go to bed, he ran and locked his bedroom. 

With the pass of the months, the news about your engagement were banished and the gossip about you and Jumin in magazines, tv programs and tabloids limited to only an article or none, problably  "The triple alliance" , that's how you refer to Jumin, Eve and May, had to do with it.

The wedding was organized by  Jaehee, Eve and Ali, except for MC, because her pregnancy was really advanced. However, they were really excited about it. The RFA's  girls  felt in debt with you since the party. You became their good friend. 

The day of the wedding has been prepared, the dress, the reception, the groom, the security was prepared by Eve, Zen was the singer of your wedding.

Inside the rooms of a church,you were in front of a mirror, wearing a replica from the wedding you burnt in Jumin's villa, your hair style was a vintage one, the make up was light but you had red liptick to make it more dramatic. 

You felt divine. 

A pair of eyes peep from the door behind you, it was Jumin in a white tuxedo, elegant and handsome. You couldn't belive he was about to become your husband.

"Love, you look beautiful."

You blushed with his remark while he looked at you with mesmerised eyes, but that day was not full of sweets and marshmallow, because someone was behind Jumin's back. 

A hair color you knew better than anyone, those pair of eyes which made you cry, that smile which you dreamed to see again. It was Jihyun.

"Love, I know he's the last person you want to see this day, but he wants to talk with you." 

The person you cried until you fell asleep was in front of you, as if nothing had happened. He entered in the room, like he was an outsider in all of this, you were angry, but even so, you had to talk with him.

"Yes, sure"

Jumin felt like the world tumbled with your answer, he felt that if he left you alone with Jihyun. He'll never see you again, but he could see in your eyes, your real feelings, so he calmed himself and left the room.

"...Hey! Hi!" Jihyun spoke first to you in an awkard manner.

"...yeah...Hi! How have you been?!"

"Fine, thank you for asking....Wow, this is a wedding...hehehe..."

"Yeah...How it's your wife?"

"Oh!...She's good, she's been improving a lot, we are moving in a few days to Alaska"

"That's great!"

You felt how awkard the air was inside the room. However, this was your opportunity to say good bye to the person who was a big part of your life, and finally wish him luck.

"Hey, do you want to take a seat?" You asked him politely.

"Yes, sure.."

"Jihyun look..." You mumbled.

"Why don't we escape from this wedding and live together in far away place?" He asked out of nowhere. 

"What?...No! Wait, I don't want to go back with you. You have a wife that you chose to be with and I'm going to marry your best friend who I love with all my heart!"

"...Ah, yes...you're right..."

"Yes!"

"I love you, tho. No matter who you are the rest of your life and no matter who I'm going to be the rest of my life. I will always love you" He spoke desperately.

"Jihyun *sign*... I'm going to tell you this once and only once. So listen, I loved you, more than anyone I have ever loved in my life, but you hurted me like anyone ever have done in my life. Our relationship was one of the best things that happened in my life, but also the most painful one. You chose the guilt over love, I chose love. I wish you the best  luck and be happy!" 

Your eyes were watering when you said those words to Jihyun, he was crying. He finally could see you in a wedding dress, but the groom wasn't him. You were his soulmate, but you found the love of your life. 

"Maybe in our next life, we can be together, but you're right. I chose and you chose. We took different paths. I wish you luck on your married life and here, this is my wedding gift for you..."

He grabbed your hand and gave you a portrait of Jumin when he was a child. 

"Thank you, Jumin didn't let me see his old photos!" You smiled with an special shine. 

Jihyun could only see how bright you looked when you saw the portrait of the man of your life. Lastly, with regret and sadness in his heart, he leaned toward you and gave you a kiss on your forehead. 

"I love you, have a good life. Good bye." 

And with that, Jihyun turned his back and left the room. Jumin was outside of the room, he felt insecure, but at the same time he had his trust in you, and he was right when he saw Jihyun leaving the room with some tears in his eyes. He felt bad for his friend but also relief. Jumin rushed where Jihyun was. 

"V... I mean Jihyun..."

"Make her happy, Jumin..."

"Yes, I will...where are you going?"

"I'm going back  to Jeju island and take Rika with me to Alaska."

"Wait, today?! I thought you will take the flight in a few days..."

"Yes, I don't have the strenght to bear with all of this. It's better if I go"

"Jyhyun...I...I'm sorry..." Jumin said in a apologetic voice. 

"Jumin, we are going to be fine. Now go with her, she's waiting for you"

"Yes...go to the back gate, that way the other members won't see you."

"Yeah, thank you, Jumin"

They hugged like brothers who would never see each other again and parted ways.

Finally, after all the drama on the back, the ceremony was taking place. 

You were in the entrance of the church holding Jumin's arm walkig slowly but firm to the altar. 

Once in front of the altar, Jumin and you gave your wedding vows, exchange rings and sign your marriage with a kiss. 

The reception was fun and chaotic. Yoosung took the opportunity to proposed to Ali in the middle of the dance floor. Ali rejected him, but only because Yoosung had to travel to Ali's country and ask her hand to her dad, after that she plans to say yes. 

Saeran and Jaehee plan to have a trip together and asked Jumin permission on the wedding, he didn't had any other option than agreed. That was Saeran's plan. 

And to end your night, MC entered in labour when Zen was in the middle of his performance. 

All of you had to rush the the nearest hospital. So Jumin came out with the idea of taking MC in the wedding limo he prepared for the wedding. 

"Come on, Saeyoung! Get in the car! Driver Kim, take us to the hospital!" Jumin yelled.

"OH GOD, PLEASE KILL ME!" MC screamed in pain.

"MC please bear with the pain, we are taking you to the hospital!" Saeyoung spoke with fear.

"Yes...You're going to be a dad, Saeyoung..." 

"YES! I'M GOING TO BE A DAD AND MY BROTHER AN UNCLE!"

"Yes, I heard you, stupid brother. Now take my sis to the hospital" Saeran answered annoyed.

"Saeran!" Jaehee screamed to Saeran.

"Eve wenny, my performance was ruined!"Zen spoke with dissapoinment.

"Don't worry Zenny, it worth since we are going to be uncle and aunt!" Eve tried to cheer him up.

"MC, Do you want sugar?" Yoosung asked innocently.

"YOOSUNG! I'M NOT A COW"

"Yoosy, don't worry. We cacth the on the hospital. Let's go" Ali encouraged Yoosung.

MC, Saeyoung and you get inside the limo and driver Kim drove all the way to the hospital. 

The doctors and nurses recived MC and take her to the labour ward. 

The other members were on their way to the hospital, while Saeyoung was inside with MC.

You and Jumin were on the waiting room, helding hands. Your head on his shoulder. 

"Happy wedding day, wife!"

"Hahaha. Happy wedding day, husband.From here on, what do you think is awaiting to us?"

"I don't know...but anything is fine, if you are with me..."

Both of you shared a kiss and from here on, the hapiness was your only path.

                                                          The End