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drewstarkeys · 3 years

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SINCE WE’RE ALONE: TONI SHALIFOE

Summary: Trying to prove to Toni that you won’t leave, based off of Since We’re Alone by Niall Horan.

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: Toni Shalifoe x Reader

Warnings: Maybe like a little (lot of) angst, language, and uhh fluff?

A/N: I tried not to put any sense of what day it was on the island because truthfully we don’t know if they were taken off the island right after the shark attack or not and I wanted this to be as late onto the island as it could possibly be!

Toni knows her past and she knows her anger. Her heart is scarred with the memories of being told that her anger was something that was confusing to handle. She can’t erase the memories of being compared to birch bark and how she sets fire so easily. That’s why once she lets her anger out- she’s gone just like that. She can’t handle seeing the destruction she caused because she knows how it affects people and her relationships with others.

Her anger had outlets back home, well until she got kicked from the basketball team. Despite her outbursts on the court, the truth was that the sport calmed her down. It gave her a creative way to get competitive and get nasty without being looked at like she was just some girl that couldn’t control herself. Of course, her slight grip on control during that sport was ripped during one of her games, and she lost the only good outlet she had to express her emotions.

Her anger is a dark cloud that hangs over her head at all times and the leash she has on it is weak and ripped. Of course, getting stranded on an island only adds fire to the fuel as heated situations are near inevitable and stress only brings out the worst in people. Thus, why she spends most of her time on the island alone or moping, some of her only bright moments are spent with you.

You’re not sure what to make of her anger, you know it’s there and you can feel it, even when she’s peaceful and at rest. You know she tries to hide it from you because of her past and how anger ripped that relationship from her, and it hurts you to know that she’s not being her entire self around you. You’ve seen it in the way that she won’t let herself make eye contact with you after she yells too loudly or tears down a hut in frustration, she’s terrified it will scare you away.

That’s exactly what just happened: she let her anger get the best of her, again. One little fight between her and Leah over rations and she’s gone again, her head exploding with feelings of anger and the feeling of control slipping from her fingers. She barely even looks at you before she’s running off around some corner to go sit in the dark by herself. You know deep down that it’s how she likes to cope, but you’re not giving up on her just yet. You want her to see that you’re there for her through it all, even her dark moments.

“Since we’re alone, you can show me your heart. If you put it all in my hand, no, I swear I won’t break it apart.”

Before you knew it, you were next to her on the rocks, your mind racing with what you could possibly say to her. You had seen this side to her a few times since she had been on the island, but this was the first time you were brave enough to go talk to her. In all honesty, you didn’t know how she’d react but you needed her to understand that you weren’t going to push her away over this, that you were with her no matter what.

“When I was younger my mom accidentally dropped this pet toad I had picked up in my backyard and instead of crying, I yelled at her. I yelled at her so much that my voice ran dry and I finally broke down into sobs. I told her these nasty things that should’ve never been said to my mom… ever. My toad was okay, probably traumatized, but he was okay. After she dropped him, I wouldn’t talk to her for three days and she was on the verge of bringing me to a counselor before I finally spoke to her.” You finally said, letting the words flow out before you truly knew where you were going with this, something about what you were saying felt right to you.

She looked over at you in confusion, unsure of why you were sharing this with her, but she stayed quiet, knowing you were about to speak again. “I know it’s not really comparable or anything to how you feel sometimes but the truth is that we all have anger inside of us and sometimes that comes out stronger than we mean it to. We take out pain and fear in anger and it gets the best of us. This island brings out the worst of us and sure, it can be ugly but I mean, where else are we supposed to lose our minds, right?” You added, trying to think of what you were getting at. “I see the way you hide your anger around me, I see the way you run the second you lose control, the way you refuse to let anyone see you weak. I don’t know why you do it, but I just want you to know that I’m here. You’re not going to scare me off or make me leave because you’re upset.”

Toni looked to you, her eyes softening slightly but you could still feel the hesitation and anger coming from her. “I just get so angry and I can’t stop it. It’s not something that came out on the island, I’ve always been like this and probably always will be like this.”

You frowned, noticing the slight bitterness to her words, hinting at a rough past with how she handled herself. “That’s okay too, you know that right? I mean none of us are perfect, far from it actually. Just so you know, it’s not anger that defines you, it’s just a piece of you. When I told you that I was falling for you, I meant all of you, not just the good parts, every single thing about you. I might not get your anger or know your past but I know you now.” You said as you reached for her hand, grabbing it lightly so she had the chance to pull away if she wanted to.

“Since we’re alone, show me all that you are.”

She held onto your hand in response and turned to face you, “I’ve lost people and good things because of how I am, you get that right? It’s not worth falling for me if you’re just gonna become afraid of me when you see how I really am. It’s just how the world works, you know? Like look at Martha, she’s so pure and full of light and even she can’t handle me sometimes, how do you think you’re going to be able to handle it, huh?” She asked you, her eyes slowly watering at her words and you reached up with your free hand to wipe the one that had fallen free.

Shaking your head you tried to think about how to explain it to her, “I’m a lot tougher than I look. I want you no matter what that means, you’re Toni, you’re my Toni and I wouldn’t have you any other way.” You mumbled, knowing it wasn’t enough but you couldn’t quite find the words you wanted to say.

Toni smiled at your words but it was clear that she was still guarded, “thank you.” She said, squeezing your hand in her own as she turned to face the ocean and watched the waves as they crashed lightly onto the rocks that sat in front of the two of you. “what if I hurt you or something?” She asked, still refusing to look over at you.

The flashbacks haunted her, the feelings of abandonment and not being enough in her past left her worried for the future of the two of you. Only one person knew how much she was hurt when Reagan left and that was Martha. She loved Reagan more than anything and Toni’s own mistakes drove Reagan away from her. She couldn’t bring herself to hate Reagan for leaving, Toni knew why she did it and Toni was afraid that you’d do the same. She was worried that you would stop being so understanding about her anger and that you would leave.

“And if you get lost in the light, it’s okay. I can see in the dark.”

You pulled her close to you, wrapping both your arms around her shrunken figure and pressed your lips to the side of her forehead, “I’m not leaving. You’re so worried about hurting me and that fear is enough for me to stay, Toni, I trust you more than anyone else on this island. I trust you more than I trust myself. I’ve never felt anything but safe around you. I need you to understand that, okay? I don’t want to lose you.” You whispered, keeping her close to you as you spoke.

Her leg bounced against the rock as she let your words sink in, to allow herself to understand that you wanted to stay, to realize that you wanted her; the good and the bad. No one had yet taken the time to completely understand her and talk through her anger and what it meant, but she appreciated that you were the first to bring it up freely. It made her feel like that side of her wasn’t something to hide but rather it was something that was just another piece of her.

“Can you promise that you’ll stay?” She asked you, her voice coming out quiet as she was afraid of a truthful answer here. She knew that a promise like that was almost bound to be broken but she needed the temporary comfort of those words from you.

Pointing your pinky finger to the sky, you extended it over to her so that Toni could wrap her own finger around yours. “I pinky promise, Toni, plus if I ever break that- you can break my finger and say that it was just karma or something. That’s just how pinky promises work,” you said, a small laugh falling from your laugh as you kept your fingers locked together.

She shook her head, holding back a laugh from your words but a carefree smile had made its way across her face at your words, “yeah I wouldn’t do that, but if it ever were to happen in some freak accident, then that would definitely be karma. Or you know, in case you want your finger to be extra safe, you could just stay.” She responded, her words coming out lighthearted but you could feel the plea for you to stay true to your promise in her words.

You nodded, breaking your hand apart from hers to place it on her cheek, slowly guiding her closer to you. Your eyes flick to hers once more before down to her lips, and then they finally shut as you close the distance between the two of you. When Toni kisses you back it’s so full of love that you nearly cry, you’re finally breaking down her walls, you’re finally getting all of her and there’s nothing you want more. You feel her hands slide up to cup your face as you let yourself melt into the kiss and you decide in that moment that if you were going to die on the island, it would be worth it because you had her.

She pulls away first, resting her forehead on yours as her hands fall down on top of yours and she holds them tightly. The two of you sit like that for a minute, just listening to the sounds of the island and clinging to the feelings of closeness you had just created. “I think I love you,” she whispers, keeping her eyes trained down at your hands but you could hear the smile in her words. That was one of the final walls around her heart starting to come down and both of you could feel the amount of weight those words carried for her.

“Good, because I think I love you too,” you answer her, a bright smile slowly spreading across your face as you let her words sink in.

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djarinslover · 3 years

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Always Be My Maybe

Pairing: Jack Daniels x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: Little over 2k

A/N: Yes, I stole the title from the movie Always Be My Maybe but I thought this title would really work with this fic idea I have. This is going to be a series and I’m excited to see where it goes. Enjoy!

You were minding your own business at recess, reading a book when three older boys came up to you. They began picking on you, making fun of you being by yourself and calling you names. No teacher was around and no one else seemed bother by what was happening. You tried to ignore them until one of them snatches the book out of your hands.

“Hey!” you cried out, reaching up. “Give it back!”

“What are you gonna do about it?” he taunted, holding the book high over your head.

“I know what I’m going to do!” someone called out behind them.

The boys turned around to find a boy around your age glaring at them with his fists raised. The older boys laughed, rolling their eyes until the boy threw a punch into one boy’s stomach. The boy doubled over in pain, falling to the ground as his friends just watched. They looked dumbfounded, staring at the younger boy who was still glaring at them.

“Anyone else?”

The older two shook their heads before grabbing their friend and hurried away. The boy picked up the book that was thrown to the ground, handing it back to you with a smile.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks.” You shyly take the book back, holding it to your chest as you looked at him. “Who are you? I’ve never seen you before.”

“I’m Jack. I just moved here with my mom.”

“Oh, nice!” You introduce yourself, biting at the skin on your lip anxiously. “What grade are you in?”

“I just started seventh.”

“Hey, me too!”

Jack sat down next to you, peering over at the book. “Whatcha reading?”

You tilt the book towards him, letting him read the title. His nose crinkles as he laughs, making you laugh in return. “Look, I read a lot and sometimes it can be the most random find in the library. Leave me alone.” You teasingly stick your tongue out at him.

The two of you laugh and talk the rest of recess, waving goodbye when the free time ended. All throughout the day, you couldn’t help but think about your new friend. At the end of the day as you were walking home, you noticed Jack was walking ahead of you. You jog to catch up to him, tapping him on the shoulder. He turned, smiling as he sees you.

“Hey, stranger!” he greeted.

“You walk home, too?”

“Yeah. My mom works late and we don’t live on a bus route.”

“Me, either. Which street?”

“Winchester Lane,” he said.

“No way! That’s my street, too!”

You laugh loudly at the coincidence, jostling each other as you walk. You learn Jack is the new neighbor you had seen moving in the other day. The two of you giggle some more as you realize you were neighbors. When you reach home, you notice how reluctantly he climbs his stairs. You call out to him, “Wanna come over? My parents can make us snacks and help with homework.”

Jack’s face lit up at the invite, rushing down his steps to bounce up yours. You burst through the front door, tugging Jack into the kitchen to meet your parents.

“Mom, Dad, this is my new friend. His name is Jack and he’s our next door neighbor!”

Your parents pause their dinner prep, turning around with wide grins on their faces. Your mom bends down to bring Jack into a hug, making him look at you with a plea for help at how tightly she was squeezing him.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Jack!” your mom cooed. “Are your parents home? We’d love to meet them.”

“I only have my mom, and she’s at work ‘til later. She’s a nurse.”

Your mom nods while your dad ruffles Jack’s hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Do you kids want a snack?’

“Duh, dad. No one can do homework on an empty stomach.”

You throw your bag onto the table, sliding into a chair. You gesture for Jack to sit, so he followed awkwardly. He pulls his homework out of his bag and begins to work. Your dad sets down a bowl of apple slices and caramel for the two of you to share. You both munch happily as you try to figure out a math problem.

A few weeks into your friendship, you had your first sleepover. Jack’s mom wasn’t comfortable leaving him home alone on the nights she had to work, and he didn’t want a babysitter. Your parents offered to have him sleepover those nights she worked, they only asked she provide a few extra bucks for groceries. It was a great arrangement if they asked you.

Though Jack was supposed to sleep in the guestroom, the two of you set up camp in the living room the first night of your sleepover adventures. Your parents let it slide since it was a Friday. You two had popcorn, soda and a bunch of movies. Jack even managed to sneak a movie you weren’t supposed to watch until you were older. The Conjuring.

“I don’t know, Jack. My parents could come out and check on us at any moment . . .”

“Live a little! Every kid our age has seen a scary movie already! We gotta be cool like them!”

You chewed on your bottom lip as you thought it through. When you met Jack’s puppy dog eyes, you shrugged. “Fine. But I’m leaving you for the demon when it comes to get us.”

“I’ll outrun you, no problem.”

He popped the movie in and you settled into your blankets, popping popcorn in your mouth. As the movie went on, the more on edge you became. You and Jack were scooting closer and closer to each other, until at one point you were holding each other. There was a part in the movie that got you both to scream, throwing your blankets over your heads and screwing your eyes shut. Your parents came running, turning the lights on as they entered the room.

“Are you two okay?! We heard you scream!” your mother said.

You peeked from under the safety of the blankets, seeing your dad brandishing a bat and your mom kneeling in front of the couch. Your eyes flickered to the tv, making your mom turn to see what you were looking at. Her eyebrows flew into her hairline, lips taunt and arms crossing as she looked back at you.

“I see you’ve been watching something you shouldn’t have been.”

You exchange a sheepish look with Jack, neither one of you confessing who’s idea it was the watch the movie. Your dad sighed as he trudged back to bed, bat dragging on the floor. Your mom rubbed her temples.

“Bed, both of you. Now.”

You both nod, standing and heading for your rooms. You stopped as you look into your dark room. You turn back to your mom. “Mom? Can Jack sleep with me?”

She quirked an eyebrow.

“I really don’t want to sleep alone.”

“I don’t want to, either.”

She sighed, turning the tv off. “Go. I’m telling your mother in the morning, Jack.”

You dash to your room, Jack hot on your heels. When you’re both curled up in bed and your mom said goodnight for a second time, you fall into a fit of giggles.

“No more scary movies until we’re older, got it?”

“Yes, yes. I’m sorry,” Jack huffed out through giggles.

The two of you finally calmed down, laying face to face and drifting off.

Your friendship continued to blossom. The two of you were inseparable, always attached at the hip, always having sleepovers, study sessions, adventures. The two of you balanced each other well. Jack was a mischievous troublemaker and you were the peacekeeper. You helped him get out of trouble and he helped you out of your comfort zone. Your parents and his mom joked that the two of you were get married in the future, since you were hardly ever seen without each other.

As the two of you got older, you began to develop feelings for Jack. You didn’t like to think much about them, even though every time you were near him you felt like your stomach was going to explode from the rush of butterflies. You thought every kid developed a small crush on their closet friend; it was normal, right?

You never said anything to your parents, afraid they would tease you every time Jack was around. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint the exact moment you started having a crush on him, only remembered the day you noticed how beautiful he was.

The two of you were laying on your bed after a long week of starting high school, looking for something to watch on Netflix. While Jack was flipping so fast through the movies, you stopped paying attention. Instead, you began studying your best friend. His lips were pursed, eyebrows furrowed together in concentration. You noticed the little details to his face you never seemed to see before. Like the few freckles that dotted along his jawline, the way his nose hooked just slightly, the way his Adam's apple was growing every day with puberty. His hair was getting longer, curling at the ends and sideburns slowly filling in. His tongue flicked out to lick his dry, pink lips, drawing your attention to them. You wondered what it would be like to kiss him.

"Aha! This seems interesting, lets watch this!" he exclaimed, startling you out of your thoughts.

You advert your eyes from him to the tv, looking at the movie 'What Happened To Monday' on screen. You shrug, leaning back against your headboard. "Sure, sounds good."

Jack nestled into your side as the movie started, making your heart leap to your throat. He was so warm and smelled so good, like lavender shampoo and mint. It made you flush, grateful for the movie keeping his attention. You don't what you would've done if he noticed your face. It was too hard to pay attention to the movie with his weight against you. It’s not like you’ve never cuddled him before, but this time was different. You felt the heat of his body where he was pressed against you, the rise and fall of his chest, every breath he took. You felt like you were holding your breath during the whole movie, until you drifted off to sleep in his arms.

When you awoke, the home screen of Netflix was up and you were nestled into the side of Jack. Your head was in the crook of his neck, his arm wrapped snuggly against your waist to keep you close. You froze, heart picking up speed as you realized what position you were in. You didn’t want to move, waking him wasn’t what you wanted to do. So, you lay trapped by your best friend (and crush) in your own bed. He snored, making you jolt in surprise before snickering quietly. You wondered what time it was, then slowly fell back to sleep due to the warm sensation of Jack holding you.

When you woke up the next morning, Jack was on his phone. Still laying in your bed, mind you. You might have to get a bigger bed if he was going to keep sleeping next to you. You weren’t those gangly twelve year old’s anymore. You stretch, drawing his attention to you.

“Good morning, sunshine!” he exclaimed, beaming as brightly as the sun shining in your room.

“What time is it?”

“Almost ten. Wanna go get breakfast? Your parents went to work.”

“How do you know?”

“They came in about an hour ago to check on you. They had no idea I was here, haha.”

You flush, not ready for “The Talk” you were surely going to get from them later tonight. You sit up, shaking your bedhead and stretching some more. “Yeah, sure. Let’s go to Betty’s, I’m craving waffles.”

You and Jack spent your Saturday wandering around town, doing the same shit you’ve done since you’d known him. On your way back home, his mom called. She sounded urgent, tone making Jack’s face tighten with anxiety. When he hung up, he started to walk quicker.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I’ll tell you later, I gotta go home right now.” The two of you were on the corner of your street, where he sprinted to his steps. “I’ll call you later!” he called over his shoulder.

You watch him rush into the house, door slamming behind him. You trail home slowly, confused as to what would make him so worried. When you opened the door, your parents were sitting on the couch. They were clearly waiting for you, if their faces were any indication. You sigh, closing the door and leaning against.

“I know you’re young, honey, but never to young to start exploring. So we want to talk to you about safe sex,” your mom said.

“I’m not having sex with Jack!”

Your parents exchange a look. “Even so,” your father started, “It’s better for you to be informed now instead of two years from now when you’re pregnant.”

“Evan!” Your mother slapped his shoulder, eyes narrowed.

You huff, rolling your eyes. “We have sex ed at school, I really don’t feel like talking to my parents about sex right now, okay? You have nothing to worry about.”

You run to your room before they can stop you and begin demonstrating how to put a condom on with a banana. You flop face first into your pillows, groaning. You were only fourteen, did they really thing you were having sex already? And sex with Jack, no less! Though the thought did make your cheeks heat and a funny tingle run down your spine, you shake your head. He was just a friend. Your best friend.

Right?

#agent whiskey #agent whiskey fluff #agent whiskey x reader #jack daniels #jack daniels x reader #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal character fanfiction #Kingsman: the golden circle

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miitzwrites · 5 years

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Not a passing fascination (ereri) pt. I

Hi! I wrote this a while ago, but didn’t post it here. I’m still unsure, but I might continue this small fic. It’s ereri/riren, lots of angst and set in a post canon divergent verse. Enjoy! (Ao3)

Chap I. Farewell

The fight was brutal. One by one, soldiers from both sides fell. The pained screams, the fury, and desperation resounded through the battlefield. Blood was dripping from everyone’s hands, even from those who swore not to kill a human being. Some of them were young, but they already carried with the death of their fellow soldiers, and of the people they loved. They couldn’t do anything but keep going on, and wait for the best outcome, grabbing their farewell letters against their chest, letters that the soldiers exchanged the previous days, while they prepared for the last mission, that would decide the fate of humanity.

Ooo

“Mikasa doesn’t want to be a squad leader during this mission. She said she’d be with us, and gave her place over to Jean.”

“Tsk.”

After all the ups and downs in their relationship, things had started to sort them out by themselves. In the battlefield, they were partners, more than just a superior and his charge. Both of them had lost a lot dur8ng this life, has sacrificed part of their lives for a common objective. But in private, they were equals, lovers, finding a refuge in the arms of the others.

“Levi… what do you want to do once the war is over?” Eren asked, sitting with his back against the headboard, and massaging Levi’s shoulders. Their relationship was different from the beginning, when they seek the company of the other in their bed, almost, as if only with sex could they fill the gaping on their chests. Nowadays, they only needed the presence of the other, the reassurance that they weren’t alone, and that they had a place to crawl back in when the pressure turned out to be too overwhelmed for them. This was enough. This was all the warmth they needed.

“You’re so sure that this war will come to an end soon”, replied the Captain, leaning against the chest of his young lover. “What does make you think that it will be a place for me when everything is over?”

“What do you mean”

“If the war ends, I will be an ugly reminder of everything that happened with the Titans and the people from Marley. The higher-ups won’t want me around, and I don’t have a lot of options. I don’t know other than killing, and I’m too old to start my own band in the underground. Besides, I’ve tasted a kind of freedom that I didn’t have before, so I’m not going back down there. I guess I will have to wait for what the Capital and Hange decide.”

Both men fell in silence. Although Eren knew better than to wait for a different answer, it still stung. It hurt him not to know if Levi would include him in his future or not.

“What about you?”

“No one wants to be close to someone who can shift into a titan. They don’t want me now, I doubt that could change. I suppose they will want to get rid of me.”

Abruptly, Levi leaned up, turning around to face Eren, kneeling between his legs. "Don't be an idiot. You're under my watch, and I would never let anyone hurt you".

Eren smiled although a little sadly. There was no one who could hurt him as much as he himself did and his self-destructive thoughts. He pulled Levi closer, burying his face on the Captain's chest. "You know I don't have many years left," Eres whispered, aware of the grudge that he carried on his shoulders, "Thinking about the future helps me soothe the pain albeit little."

Levi clung to him, and after that, they didn't say more.

Oo o

The Titans kept coming, moved by one of the Marleans.

Both nations had reached a truce, less than four months ago. They agree on giving up the power of the Titans and the shifters. Hange and Armin had tried to create a cure, an antidote that could reverse Ymir's curse. But they couldn't foresee that most of the combatants were so weak, that during their last transformation, their titan's body exploded with heat waves, being burned alive in an instant.

This affront was considered as an act of way, and both nations prepared for the attack.

Ooo

Eren knew that they would leave next week to the battlefield, though, deep inside, he knew it would be the last. He hadn't seen Levi since the night they talked about their plans for after the war when Eren understood he had to continue on his own, merely because Levi wasn't contemplating him on his own plans.

He walked to the Commander's office and was about to knock. He wanted to consult a few things in case his body went through the same last phase as the other shifters. He knew that, if he did explode, he had to do it as close as possible to the enemy's territory, having the chance to take with him as many soldiers as he could. Bue Eren stood still when he heard Levi's voice coming from inside the office.

"You know it as well as I do, shitty glasses. When the war is done, we're gonna be disposed of and throw away like old dogs."

"You may be right, but that won't be immediate. We have to reunify our troops, make agreements with the Capital, and with Historia's favor, the impact will be less."

"I don't care. My resignation doesn't have a starting date, but consider it irrevocable."

"And your squad?"

"If they're smart, they will find a better position, or command their own squad."

"What about Eren?" Have you talked to him?"

"He's under my watch until we know for sure that he isn't dying. After that, he can decide. He's young, let him do whatever the hell he wants."

Listening to Levi's impersonal words about Eren, was like a punch in the guts for the young shifter. He didn't have a problem accepting that he fell in love with the Captain a long time ago, and without a doubt, he would run away with him if asked. But the emptiness in his voice broke his heart.

Stupidly, Eren had believed that Levi would love him back, someday.

He returned to his room, where he still slept some nights -when he didn't share the bed with Levi-, and just lied down, wishing for the pain to go away.

Back in the office, Hange took off her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose, tired of dealing with Levi's stubbornness. "You know what I mean." It wasn't a secret that they had a relationship, though no one dared to say it out loud. The insistent glances, quick touches, and nightly escapades were enough proof.

"I won't tie him to an old man like me. He's young, he will get over me, and if he survives, I hope he finds someone or something better, that truly makes him happy," Levi sighed, leaning against the window, "you know I can't give him what he needs. For fuck's sake, Hang, I don't even know what I'm gonna do when everything is said and done."

"I'm not a fool, man. Your eyes speak for yourselves," when Levi shook his head, Hange knew their conversation was going nowhere. "Well, at least, answer me this. Do you feel the same way for Jaeger?"

Levi nodded softly, and that was enough answer for the Commander.

Ooo

The roar of Eren in his titan form made both side stop instantly, even the titans that were wandering around stopped to put their attention on him as if they were waiting for his next instruction. His steps were slow, but he had a clear goal in mind, near the enemy's front lines, and with him, the Titans followed closely behind. The grunts and howls that left his throat were agonizingly loud as if he were hurting. Everybody knew then that he was dying. The damn cure hadn't worked.

"Eren!" Mikasa screamed, ready to put him out of his titan body, but Hange stopped her, telling her that it was his decision.

Levi could only lift up his hand with his blade, signaling the soldiers to way. And they did until the explosion came, and the hate wave started to dispel.

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Around every corner, one could spot cadets talking in hushed tones, giving their letters to their loved ones, and at times, some would be crying. Eren saw the new recruits about to piss their pants, scared of what was coming, holding their partners. He saw the veterans, drinking together, because they knew by experience, that there was nothing they could do. His squad, the most important people in his life, were together, too, but they saw him as a stranger, so he didn't approach them. It was okay, he wanted to think, if they hated him, they wouldn't be sad when he was gone.

Marley left him severely wounded, mentally more than anything, and by miracle, the only person who didn't reject his company, was Levi.

Mikasa tried, of course, to look after him as she always did, but sometimes, he believed it had more to do with a blind devotion that with a real interest on her part. Armin, well, they barely crossed a word. Zeke was a total stranger to him, so the only person who helps him step out of his loneliness, was Levi. Thus, when he didn't show up in his room or called for him, Eren understood that he had gotten tired of him -probably-. Or, just like he heard him talking to Hange, Levi wanted to end this quickly, and a proper farewell only complicated things between them.

That night, Eren didn't sleep. He stayed on his bed, rolling around or looking through the small window how the moon seemed to shine brightly. It was ironic how one could find beauty in a world full of shit.

Suddenly, the door of his room was opened. He didn't have to look at the door to know who it was, he had become familiar with the quiet but sure steps. Levi took off his bots and then his harness and his cravat. He got under the covers, and laid down behind him, sneaking an arm around him to press his chest against Eren's back. His lips brushed his tanned neck, and he could feel how he tensed under his touch, to the point of putting some distance between them.

"What's wrong? Did I wake you up?"

"I wasn't asleep."

"You should. We're leaving before dawn.

"And you decided it was okay to come now?" Eren's voice was harsh, clearly upset after being practically ignored for days. It wasn't as common as before to see him losing his temper, but under all that bravado and blackness, there was still a child, scared about the future and what it might hold. "Tell me the truth, Levi, what am I to you?" Eren turned around to look at Levi's eyes. And despite his calm expression, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"You're in my charge. You're in my squad. You're my partner", Levi answered, as if that was the obvious thing to say.

Eren, then, sat down, followed by Levi, but then his shoulders started to shake, and an odd sound escaped his throat. Was his laughing? Probably yes, but the fat tears that rolled down his cheeks, told a different story.

"I don't know why I expected something different," said Eren with a cracked voice, willing himself not to break down. "After all these years, after sleeping in your bed for months and being together, I thought that you saw me as something more, something more than another recruit."

"Eren.-"

"No! I don't want to listen to your excuses anymore! I don't want to hear you saying that you're my superior and that this is the most we can have. I don't want you to tell me that you're too old for me. I don't want you to keep my hopes high anymore. I'm so stupid for believing that one day, you would love me in the same way that I do!"

<<Yeah, you're an idiot>>, thought Levi, <<If only you could know for how long I have loved you>>.

At that moment, crying with his heart opened, Eren looked like the young boy that Levi used to find sobbing in his sleep, dreaming with a family that he lost, and suffering from the nightmares that didn't leave him alone. He wanted to comfort him, wanted to brush his long hair and whisper into his ear that everything would be fine. But neither of them had the time for that. If they survived the last battle, Eren would die soon. And selfishly, Levi didn't want to suffer, even if he would give the rest of his life, to see Eren happy again.

"I can't give you more than this, Eren," Levi said, calmy, clutching the sheets to prevent his hands from touching Eren, "I don't know what will happen tomorrow, nor if Hange's serum cured you at all. And I can't tie you when you have a lot to explore and discover."

"Tie me? Why don't you come front and say that you feel that way with me?" No, Levi didn't feel that way. He wanted to be with him, he wanted to love him and protect him in his imperfect way. But he had never been good with words, never was good expressing what he really felt. Levi let people guessing the true meaning of his words, or let Hange, who was the closest person in the SC to know him, to explain his outburst and speeches, and, in the end, he was used to being seen as someone unapproachable and cold.

But this time, he had fucked up. And when he didn't mutter a word, Eren found his answer.

"Get out, Levi. I don't want to force you to spend your free time with someone like me. It causes repulsion, doesn´t it? So I don't want you to kiss me or to hold me, and I don't want you to tell me that you care about me. You reached your goal, you looked after me until the last battle. So please, let me alone."

"Eren..."

"Get the fuck out of my room, Levi!" The authoritative voice of Eren was strong enough to attract the curious glance of Armin, who was turning around the corner to get to his room. He could hear the rummage of clothes and some hushed voices as someone opened the door. It was Levi, who, without turning around, said to Eren: "We're leaving at dawn, Jaeger. Get to Arlet, you will be riding with Hange's squad. Tell Mikasa in case she wants to change places with someone else."

Just as Levi closed the door, Armin hid, but not before witnessing how glassy the eyes of his captain looked.

Xxx

The next morning, Levi was in the stables, brushing the hair of his horse, preparing him for the ride that morning. Despite the fool smell and the poorly cleaned place, he did enjoy taking care of his animal. It was relaxing in a way. He murmured "don't die before me, alright?" and the horse let out a small grunt as if he could understand him.

Footsteps could be heard near him, and he didn't have to turn to look who it was approaching him. He looked over his shoulder, and with a flat expression, asked: "What do you want, Eren?". Said boy was already dressed in his uniform, wearing his gear and his hair was pulled up in a small bun. Without answering his question, Eren grabbed his arm and made him turn around. Before Levi could do something, Eren closed the distance between them, placing a hand against the nape of Levi's neck and the other on his waist, at the same time that he crashed his lips against the Captain's.

Levi responded the kiss with the same intensity, holding tightly on Eren's harnesses that were part of their uniform. He followed Eren's rhythm, wishing to stay like that for a little bit longer, and even wanting to throw him down and made love to his young lover in that very floor (unsanitary as it was). But he couldn't savor the kiss for longer. They pulled apart, with swelled lips and red tinted cheeks, and without another word, Eren took his horse and walked outside.

No one knew that that would be their last farewell.

Ooooo

The heat was suffocating, and the screams of pain from their enemies were heard. A grey cloud was rising up in the skies, and Levi, still with his eyes on the mission, told his tropes to keep moving on. His soldiers didn't react right away, shocked after watching the titan exploding before their eyes.

When the cloud started to clear up, Mikasa was the first person to reach to the inert body of the titan, preparing her swords to pull Eren out of the titan, but it wasn't needed. The flesh of the titan was practically boiling, and as she got closer to the neck, she saw how the head, neck and upper back had exploded. Afraid of what she might find, she walked to the center, where Eren's body should've been laying unconsciously, but instead, she only found what it appeared to be the part of a calf and a foot, burning in the heat of the titan's body, practically carbonized.

A pained scream was let out, and it was foreign to her ears, but the scream was hers. It was Mikasa who was screaming in agony, screaming out the pain of seeing the only family she had left being taken away from her. At that moment, she broke down and cried as she hadn't done it in years.

Levi approached her, and saw the scene, feeling nauseous, but he had to put up a mask, he had to conserve the little composure he had left. He would have time later to mourn him.

"Move, Ackerman, you can cry later," his voice came out rougher than intended. It was a coping mechanism to hide his pain, under layers of anger that no one could see through.

The girl looked up, watching him with hatred. "Fuck you, Levi."

Levi didn't answer. He flew through the skies, fighting and avenging his pain in the poor souls that crossed his path.

That day, humanity won. Paradis was crowned as the winner, but the strongest soldier of humanity had lost his last hope.

#ereri #riren #snk #snk fanfiction #my fics

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friendliest-place-on-earth · 7 years

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Sprace Domestic Series (pt. 7)

(Part 1)

(Part 2)

(Part 3)

(Part 4)

(Part 5)

(Part 6)

(AO3)

Spot anxiously paced up and down in one of the small rooms of the building where he would soon be married. Jack, being his best man, sat in a chair near him and tried to calm him down.

“Spot, there ain’t nothin’ to be worrying about.” Jack said calmly, only to earn a glare from the nervous, now slightly pissed off, groom.

“You don’t know that! How can you tell me that everything is going to be okay because this is my wedding. How’d you survive yours, Jack?” Spot wrung his hands nervously, feeling the moisture on his palms then rubbing them on his black dress pants.

“Well I just remembered that the only reason everyone was there was so that I could marry the man I love. In all honesty I was where you were right now, only I was alone in the bathroom so no one had to watch, but as soon as I saw Davey from across the aisle I knew everything was gonna be okay.” Jack smiled.

“Geez, what a sap.” Spot muttered, slowing his footsteps.

“Yeah, says the guy who proposed to his boyfriend in the freaking snow and then watched Frozen in a blanket fort.” Jack scoffed.

“Ah lay off will ya? It’s my wedding day!” Spot rested a hand on his chest, feigning offense.

“Yeah okay. Seriously though, you’re gonna make it through this because this is gonna be something you’ll want to remember.” Spot pulled up a chair next to Jack and practically collapsed onto it.

“What if… what if Race decides he doesn’t wanna marry me anymore?” Spot tilted his head down, playing with his hands as a distraction.

“Oh trust me that kid’s got it bad.” Jack laughed, clapping his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“I just hope you’re right…”

“You kiddin’ me? I’m always right!” Jack exclaimed, hitting his chest with his fist. Spot gave him a look with his eyebrows raised that said something along the lines of Really?

“Okay so I’m right most of the time.” Spot gave him the same look.

“Well some of the-” Spot raised his eyebrows even higher.

“Alright, so I’m wrong a lot but I do know a whole lot about love and you two are in it.”

“I know that it’s just, what if something goes wrong or-” Spot began his descent into the spiraling pit of worry.

“C’mon Spot, Davey planned this wedding. Do you think he’d ever let there be room for error?” Jack questioned.

“I guess not-”

“So, all you gotta do is wait for everyone to arrive and we can get this show on the road and you’re on your way to becoming Race’s husband.” Jack added emphasis on the last word, which made Spot’s heart flutter and his stomach flip. If he could get out of here as his husband, then it would all be worth it.

“I still can’t believe you got Katherine to officiate it…”

“Race, sit down would ya!” Crutchie groaned, pulling his friend onto the couch he was sitting on.

“Just lemme pace in peace, Crutch.” Race tried to stand up again, but he was again pushed into the cushions.

“I’m not just gonna sit here and watch you worry yourself sick! Now talk to me, what’s got you so worked up?” Race breathed a sigh of defeat and sagged into the back of the couch.

“I’m just so nervous. I want this to be amazing, Spot doesn’t have any family that would care enough to come and my goal is to make up for that.” he said quietly.

“First of all, you’re never gonna take their place, most likely because there never really was a place in his heart for them. Those are relationships you can never replace, but you have something better- a real partnership based on love and trust. Isn’t that why you’re here today?”

“You ever thought about taking up writing?” Race smiled crookedly at his friend.

“Well, I teach English class from 11-12 every single day.” he joked. Crutchie was a fifth grade teacher at the local elementary school, so he taught all subjects.

“I’m sure it’s a blast.”

“Hey Race, I want you to remember that Spot loves you, a lot. It’s really obvious, because when he looks at you, I see what everyone talks about and that’s something special. What I’m trying to say is, he loves you no matter what so you don’t gotta work extra hard to please him.”

“I know, I just can’t help feeling this way from time to time. Spot’s usually here but, I guess I can wait a little longer.” Race let a soft smile grow onto his face.

“I hope I can help you at least a little bit.” Crutchie returned the smile.

“Yeah of course kid.”

“We’re the same age!” he groaned, rolling his eyes. Race felt a laugh bubble up through his stomach and some of the nervousness went away. Maybe this will be okay, he thought.

“How much longer we got?” he hoped to get this started soon.

“I’d like to say about twenty more minutes, but I can go see for myself if you want?”

“If you would, that’d be great.” “No problem, I’ll be right back.” Crutchie quickly got up off the couch and walked out the door. He noticed someone else walking in the same hallway a few feet ahead, and soon recognized them.

“Hey, Jack!” he waved, moving faster to catch up.

“You out here to get everyone inside too?” he smiled.

“Well, technically I’m just supposed to see how long it’s gonna take for everyone to get inside, but yeah basically.” Crutchie laughed. They walked briskly down the hall and began guiding everyone inside. They were all shown their seats and it was time for the wedding to finally begin.

It had been decided that their wedding would be very traditional, (Race’s parents insisted and they were paying for the wedding so what could they have done?) and it turned out to be better than they could’ve imagined, thanks to Davey since he basically planned the whole thing all by himself. Race was going to be the one walking down the aisle, the only two reasons being that Spot proposed and Race actually had a parent to walk him down. As the wedding party took their places, there was a pause and the large double doors at the end of the room opened up to reveal Anthony holding onto his father’s arm. Sean almost burst into tears right then and there, but he managed to summon all his willpower and only let a few slip through. Everything was just so perfect, the first notes of the piano version of “This is Gospel” by Panic! At The Disco came on, and how good Anthony’s tux fit on him, it was everything they could’ve hoped for. The grooms immediately made eye contact, even as the blue eyed boy’s eyes welled up with tears which made them look like the ocean. It seemed like he couldn’t get to the end of the aisle fast enough, all they wanted to do was reach out and grab each other’s hands. Finally though, that moment did arrive and Anthony was met with Sean as he released his father’s arm.

“Friends and family.” Katherine’s voice rang out, silencing everyone.

“We’re all here today to witness Sean and Anthony join one another in marriage.” they had decided to put their legal names on their invitations, since that might make more sense years in the future.

“I have had the pleasure of knowing these two for quite some time, and I am honored that they have allowed me to officiate the ceremony.” she beamed as Spot raised an eyebrow.

“Okay so I asked if I could do it, but I am legally certified thanks to the internet. That said, being a good friend of these two men here, I have had the privilege of watching them fall in love. I would like to start this off by reminding you two and everyone else here of the newest journey you are about to take with one another. Marriage is something many people have fought long and hard to earn, which shows its importance to people. It adds a whole new meaning to your relationship, it’s a promise to love one another.” Anthony squeezed Sean’s softly.

“It’s a promise to be supportive, to love and accept all parts of your spouse. Getting married is one of the many ways to celebrate and showcase how much you love your significant other. Speaking of, I think it’s time to share the vows Anthony and Sean have prepared separately.” Katherine stepped back slightly and motioned for them to begin. They each took out a piece of paper with their vows on it, which was basically their insurance policy incase they got too flustered in the moment. It was Anthony’s turn to begin..

“S-sean, I love you more than I can say. I know how incredibly cheesy that sounds but considering we watch Disney movies pretty much all the time, I think it’ll pass.” Sean laughed quiet enough for only Anthony to hear, and he carried on.

“I know that I can be a lot to handle, I get too worked up sometimes or I can stress out if things aren’t how I want them to be, but I also know that you’ll be here despite that. I promise to tell you when I’m upset or stressed out, because I know you can make it better. You are my favorite person in the world, you’re my best friend and this is why I promise to always love you.” Anthony’s voice shook like mad as the world’s happiest tears fell in line down his cheeks.

“F-for my last promise, I promise to keep finding new movies for us to watch because as long as there’s new movies, there’s new ones to watch together.” Anthony’s vows were finished, and Sean pulled him into a tight hug while they both cried for a few moments.

“How am I supposed to follow that?” he asked, causing the entire audience to erupt in tearful giggles.

“Anthony, I can’t tell you what it means to be standing here, looking at you, in front of all these people. You have added so much color to my life, and that’s one of the many reasons that I love you. I’m mostly known as “that angry short guy” and while I fully admit that that’s true, you make me feel like I’m more than that. I grew up in an a place where I couldn’t even dream about being this happy, feeling like my heart is about to explode in the best possible way. I don’t feel so confused about what my future looks like ‘cause I can see it right here. I promise to spend the rest of my life making you feel as important and as whole as you’ve made me. I promise to always be there for you when you feel sad, because I know how hard it is to ask for help. Finally, I can promise you that I’ll make many more blanket forts that we can spend the night in, if only to remember the night I proposed. My love, you’ve done what I thought was impossible, you’ve managed to take a broken boy from Brooklyn and make him feel loved.” Sean took in the brief moment as he finished his vows and heard small sniffles ripple through the crowd. Anthony reached out again to pull him into a hug, crying even more this time.

“If we could get the rings…” Katherine motioned for Les, the ring bearer, to bring them forward.

“Thank you, Les.” she instructed the pair what to do next.

“With this ring, I thee wed.” Sean slid the ring onto Anthony’s ring finger, both of their hands shaking.

“With this ring, I thee wed.” Anthony’s turn to give Sean his ring. Sean’s heart was pounding in his ears and he heard something along the lines of “you may now kiss the groom” and before he knew it he was kissing Anthony, his husband.

Everything else paled in comparison after that kiss, talk about magical. Nonetheless, they all went to the reception a few minutes away, which was held in a hotel ballroom. They’d taken all their formal pictures beforehand, so now it was time to party and hope the photographer didn’t get any embarrassing candid photos. As everyone shuffled in and had a few cocktails, (well, those who could drink) it was time for the newlyweds to make their big entrance. The wedding party was introduced and soon Davey, who was in charge of the mic, announced the new couple.

“If everyone could please welcome, Mr. and Mr. Conlon-Higgins!” the ballroom erupted in cheers and applause as Spot and Race made their way onto the dancefloor. The room was soon silenced as they began their first dance to “So This Is Love” from Cinderella. Spot had his arms hooked around Race’s waist as they danced slowly to the music. Race was keenly aware that everyone was staring but according to his husband “they’re supposed to be staring”.

“It’s okay, don’t look at them, just look at me.” Spot whispered as he looked up into Race’s eyes.

“Using my own words against me?” he fake scoffed as Spot pressed a kiss to his forehead. They continued to dance to the music, drunk in the feeling of absolute love and happiness. Race his forehead on Spot’s as he softly sang one of the lines.

“So this is love.”

“Mhmhmm.” Spot hummed the next line, earning another tearful kiss from his Disney prince.

Here are I used in this fic and the links to the YouTube videos that inspired me to use them:

This is Gospel (Piano Version)

So This is Love [This one is a cover with Tessa Violet and Jon Mozart but I really liked it]

#newsies #newsies fanfiction #sprace #sprace fanfiction #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #davey jacobs #katherine plumber #les jacobs #mod ind

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Perspective [Gladion x Moon]

happy sunday! i hope you loves have an awesome day but in the meantime, enjoy this new fic :)

i’m thinking of switching up the types of fics I upload, so one week i’d do Gladion, Moon and Celia and then just Gladion and Moon when their younger and so on and so forth

also, yay for brother sister love in the beginning

“You look like you’re going to explode.”

Gladion’s eyes shot up to his sister. Their emerald color shone brightly but the most apparent anxiousness clearly settled into his gaze. Sweat dripped down his forehead as his face subconsciously turned red.

“I don’t think Moon would want to date someone who gets flustered so easily. Honestly.” Lillie sighed, hand over her forehead as she shook her head.

“S-shut up! This is the first time I’m doing something like this… let alone with Moon of all people.” He huffed, taking a minute to gaze at his reflection in the mirror, frowning at the way his hair flopped over his right eye, “should I gel it back? Try something different?”

“Up to you.”

Gladion grumbled before deciding to leave his hair the way it was, running a hand through it for added volume, “what a half-assed response.”

“Watch your mouth, you know how pure Moon is,” his sister frowned, smacking his head playfully, “don’t ruin her with your profanities.”

“Like you’re one to talk,” he paused, a snicker at the edge of his voice, “you’re worse than me sometimes when you’re pissed off.”

Lillie smiled, her eyelashes flickering innocently, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, brother.”

A knock from the door was enough to make Gladion nearly stumble on his own two feet. He quickly reached for a nearby chair to stable himself, taking short, quick breaths. His sister simply watched, trying to hold back her laughter.

“Master Gladion, Mistress Lillie, Lady Moon is here, shall I send her up?”

It was Wicke. Thank Arceus. Gladion feared his heart might leap out of his chest if Moon had been the one to maneuver her way through Aether’s endless hallways and elevators to find him.

It was just suppose to be a friendly walk around Malie City but the mere image of being alone with her under the exotic styled lanterns sent shivers down his spine. Arceus damn her for having those huge gray eyes that always seemed to sparkle and shiny black hair that was almost always curled to near perfection and for being an all around infectious person to be around.

“Are you sure I should leave my sweatshirt? I mean, she always sees me like this…” Gladion mumbled, burying his nose into the neck hole, the scent of his cologne forcing him to sneeze.

Lillie grabbed her brother’s shoulders, easing his stress with quick, encouraging rubs, “she’s already here, and plus, she loves that thing.”

“R-really?”

Without a response, Lillie opened the door with a free hand and promptly kicked her brother out into the main hallways of Aether. He nearly slammed right into Wicke but tripped and fell before he could make contact with the Assistant Branch Chief.

Gladion groaned aloud. Arceus, help me.

Arceus, help me.

Moon giggled, biting her lip in embarrassment, a faint rose tinting her cheeks. Hands held behind her back, she blinked up at him, those gray eyes glistening under the streetlights outside Aether Paradise. She wore a plain blue dress that complemented her skin tone nicely and it was impossible not to notice the obvious brushes of makeup against her eyes. She was stunning and was accurate to every synonym of the word.

“Hey, you ready?” She smiled, nudging her head to the Ride Charizard waiting patiently.

Gladion nodded quickly, incoherent mumbles following him as he nervously outstretched his hand. He gulped when he felt her soft fingers interlock with his and her tug at him gently.

Charizard leaned down, exposing the saddle on its back. It gave an encouraging grunt and Moon carefully leaped on. Gladion took the seat behind her, hands awkwardly resting in his pocket.

“Charizard’s known for being a rowdy one, you might want to hold on.”

“H-hold on to what?” His voice cracked, bottom lip caught in his teeth.

“D-don’t make me say it,” Moon turned back with a timid grin, “it’s just for your safety.”

Heart pounding, his hands found themselves at her waist. He nearly pulled away when she shifted slightly, a faint giggle musing under her breath. His face grew hot and he was inwardly begging Charizard to take off to the skies.

“We’re off to Malie City.”

“This place never gets old.” Moon sighed wistfully eying the eastern styled lanterns illuminating the brick streets of Malie City. Though it was fairly late into the night, people still gathered at the popular Malasada shop and Boutique. Moon led the way, hand firmly interlocked with Gladion’s, much to his nervousness.

“The atmosphere of Malie is just so exotic! I’d love to visit the region its based off.”

"I never knew you were so into this sort of thing.” The blonde managed to finally calm down though anxiety still pricked at his spine, “I guess it is… different. Depending on how you view it of course.”

Moon nodded, a finger prodding under her chin, “all people have different perspectives after all. Like you for instance.”

“Me? W-what about me?”

“Gladion, we’ve been friends for a while and I’ve been keeping a close eye on you.” She peered at him, slow blinks following her thoughtful ‘hm.’

Damn her and her keen eye. Always slyly picking up on little things here and there that she’d use later in the future. That was one of the reasons she was claimed an 'unbeatable’ trainer in Alola. Her subtle mental notes made her a force to be reckoned with, both in and outside of battle.

“You seem to have nothing but a negative perspective on everything except Pokémon battles. You honestly have me worried.”

“Moon…” Gladion winced, looking away from her. He couldn’t help but notice the obvious similarity between her statement and Lillie’s frequent scoldings

“I’m gonna help you change that and I’m going to do it all tonight.”

Bold claim. But it was Moon talking.

“Alright,” he paused, a small smirk creasing his lips, “but let’s say you can’t manage to change me, what happens then?”

“Well, assuming you aren’t cheating…” Moon narrowed her eyes at him, “I’ll give you a free shot at challenging me for my title, no Elite Four for you.”

Shaking the hand he was already holding, he nodded, pride flaring in his emerald eyes. A part of him knew accepting a challenge from Moon was almost asking for a defeat but he felt confident in himself.

“Alright,” Moon paused, eyes scanning the city streets until landing on the two bustling restaurants: the Sushi High Roller and the Malasada shop which oddly had the longer line. Her eyes narrowed into playful competition as she suddenly dragged Gladion to the Sushi shop. Somehow they managed to grab an empty seat amongst the crowd, though her famous title was probably a driving point to getting quick service. The crowd only grew rowdier and Gladion couldn’t help but scoff, sending an unconvinced glance at her.

“I don’t get why they’re so upset, they know who you are. What a nuisance.”

Moon frowned, watching the plates of fresh fish settle in front of her and the boy across from her, “don’t think of it like that. Just because I’m Champion doesn’t mean I should be treated differently. I’m still a kid, remember?”

“Bull. You’re a celebrity, you put Alola on the damn map Moon. At what, thirteen, fourteen? That’s breaking world records left and right.” He rolled his eyes, stabbing at his sushi with the chopsticks.

“Not really,” she nibbled on her fish, “one of the Champions back in Kanto was actually younger than me. I think he was ten when he took the title, but he gave it up to travel around the regions. I hear he’s been in almost all of them expect maybe Kalos and Hoenn.”

“That sounds like the dumbest decision he ever made.”

“Gladion…”

The blonde smirked shrugging his shoulders while Moon sighed.

Gladion seemed to have the same response at both the Boutique and the Library, though the latter was to be expected. Moon’s hope was slowly draining but she pushed onward, dragging Gladion into the peaceful Malie Gardens. It was fairly empty save for the few lingering couples taking walks by the pond or sitting at a bench under the stars. Gladion and Moon walked side by side across one of the bridges in the garden.

“You got maybe twenty minutes, Moon. Seems I’m getting that free match.” Gladion snickered, arms behind his head in arrogance.

“I admit my defeat. You’ll get your match, but…” Moon stopped, turning to face the water, “I know why you see the world the way you do. You’ve been through so much.”

“Why did you try to change my outlook?” He mumbled standing beside her.

“I just wanted you to be happy. You never smile so I don’t know, I thought I’d try to help you a little.” She sighed leaning into him.

Gladion didn’t respond, he just flung his arm over her shoulder and rested his chin atop her head. They watched the ripples of the pond as the wind whistled past them.

“You know, it’s actually really pretty out here. The water’s clear, the grass is healthy, the lights are nice.”

“Gladion?” Moon looked up, blinking in pure awe.

He scoffed, face flushing in embarrassment, “look at me, getting all soft. You’ve affected me more than I’d like Moon.”

Moon giggled faintly, “sorry.”

The blonde boy stayed silent once again as he leaned down to press the lightest kiss to her forehead. He turned back to the pond, smiling as he took in the quiet almost painting-like sight.

#aarisfics #pokemon #pokemon sun and moon #gladion #gladion x moon #gladion x player #happy sunday

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guns-n-zeppelin · 7 years

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Never say die - Chapter 9

Pairing: Axl Rose x reader Words: 1808 Summary: Reader accidentally time travels back to 1985 where Axl, Duff, Slash, Steven and Izzy find her. Never say die masterlist A/N: I’m so sorry i haven’t updated in a while but here ya go again. I try to get the rest of my motivation back so i can update more often haha. I’m not sure how this turned out but let me now what you think! I hope you like this as well. Enjoy.

I was hanging out with Axl at their place, laying on the sofa and my head resting on Axl's thigh. I stared at the ceiling and Axl was watching tv. The year was going to change from 1985 to 1986 tonight, i don't know if we even had any plans for New Years Eve. I didn't feel like going out tonight and getting myself drunk. But apparently the rest of the boys had other things in their minds. Slash, Izzy, Duff and Steven stormed in to the apartment from the door. I turned my gaze to them but didn't get up from my position. ”Yo, what's up?” Slash asked us, smirking. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously when i noticed the expression on his face. ”Why are you smiling like that?” i asked carefully. He just shrugged. ”No reason. Are you two going to lie there like that all day?” Slash said, lifting one of his eyebrows, not believing what he was just looking at. ”Look, i'm not going to the bar tonight, that place is so stuffed today that you can't even breathe there properly,” i stated seriously but Duff just rolled his eyes. ”And who said we were going to the bar today?” Duff asked and i furrowed my eyebrows, changing my position on the sofa so i was sitting instead and not laying anymore. He took a bag of cocaine from his pocket. ”Are you serious now?” i chuckled, i didn't use drugs frequently at all. I mean, i had tried few times, which was kinda relaxing to be honest, but that's it. I opened my mouth, meaning to refuse the offer, but eh, why not. --- The next morning i woke up my back hurt like hell. I wasn't even sleeping on my own bed and it smelled like vomit and booze. I felt someone's heart pumping against my right ear and an arm around me, keeping me close to them. I opened my eyes and noticed that i had been sleeping on a floor the whole time. No wonder my back was suffering this bad. I moved my gaze up and noticed that my head had been resting on Axl's chest. He was still asleep. ”Axl,” i whispered but got no reaction. ”Axl, wake up,” i repeated louder which made him open his eyes. ”Hmph, what,” he muttered, looking tired as hell. I was looking like shit as well. He shook his head a bit and moved his gaze to my direction. ”What happened?” He winced and got up, holding his head with his hands. I raised myself to sit as well and looked around me, pondering the situation for a moment. Shit. ”Are we in jail?” i asked and furrowed my eyebrows. I felt like i would throw up soon. Axl looked confused for a moment until realized.

”What the fuck did we do?” Axl asked, trying to survive with his headache. ”Better question would be why you have a braid,” i giggled and he examined confused his strawberry blonde hair which were done to a French braid. I stood up from the ground. ”Hey! Is anyone there?” i tried to yell and waited for a moment but nobody came to see us. I sighed and went back to sit on the ground, back against the shitty wall. I didn't even want to look at a mirror right now and see what i looked like. My white t-shirt smelled like alcohol and looked like someone had poured two bottles of beer on it or something. And my jeans were super dirty. Axl moved to sit next to me and huffed. He was quiet for a moment until suddenly started chuckling. I turned my head around to look at him. ”What's so funny?” i asked confused. ”I remember now what happened.” Axl's POV We were walking down the street, Amy and I, with no exact direction to go. We had just left from my and the guys’ apartment. I had my arm around her shoulder and she wouldn't stop giggling which made me laugh as well. ”Oh my god,” she gasped, eyes wide, and covered her mouth with her hand. I looked at her curiously. ”What?” ”I heard there's a sale in the store near,” she said, still eyes wide. ”I'm hungry.” We headed to the grocery store. It was really late and they were going to close in 15 minutes. Atleast i guess so. The place was almost empty, there wasn't anyone else than the cashier and some drunk teenagers. The cashier looked so exhausted and pissed off. Amy walked to the freezers and took a box of pizza. ”That's massive, are ye gonna eat all that by yourself?” i tried to mumble but she just burst out laughing. ”Why do you always sound like a pirate when you're high?” she asked between her giggles. I just rolled my eyes, smiling, and turned around to go to the alcohol selection. She came after me, hugging tightly her pizza box against her chest. ”Have you not had enough booze already?” I looked at her and snorted. ”Yeah, sure.” I turned my gaze back to the alcohols and took couple of bottles of vodka and two whiskey bottles on my hands. ”Wait,” she suddenly said, confused. ”Do we even have enough money?” Oh crap. I looked at the whiskey bottle for a while and could be fucking sure it started talking to me. ”Well Jack Daniels gave his permission. He's the one we're kidnapping anyway so,” i said and shrugged, trying to keep my best pokerface but couldn't help it. ”That's true,” she said nodding eagerly. We started walking outside of the store and right when the cashier didn't look at us we ran outside. But the cashier turned to look at our running figures when he heard the door opening and closing. ”Hey! Come back here! I'm calling the cops!” We were running as fast as we could and soon ended up to a park, which wasn't even that far from the store to be honest. It was probably midnight at the moment. Sky was pitch black and the moon was bright as hell. Amy dropped the pizza on the ground next to her and sat down. I pulled a cigarette from my pocket and lighted it. ”So where's the oven?” she asked after opening the box and stood up, looking around her. I was also trying to look around me but didn't see one. ”Have they seriously not built an oven outside? How am i gonna eat this ice fucker now?!” she pouted frustrated and threw it back on the ground. ”Want a cigarette?” i asked casually and threw the packet and the lighter for her which she grabbed straight from air. ”Thanks.” We sat on the cold ground and took both gulps of whiskey. We looked at the sky full of stars, neither of us saying a word, but soon we saw huge, colorful fireworks exploding against the dark sky. I automatically put my arm around her shoulder and she rested her head on my shoulder. ”Happy New Years, Axl,” she said quietly. ”Happy 1986, Amy,” i said back. She just chuckled and i looked at her curiously. ”What?” ”Never thought i'd hear someone say that to me,” she answered, laughing, and i chuckled as well. ”Last time it was 2017.” ”Yeah, it's still kind of surreal to think about it that you actually came from the future,” i remarked and smiled which she did too. ”Do you still miss the time you came from a lot?” ”Yeah of course, sometimes, but i still like being here a lot,” she said which made me really happy. ”Well, i'm really glad that we got to know you. You've become one of the most important persons in my life,” i said carefully. ”Woah, now we're just getting too emotional,” she chuckled. ”But you too, Axl. You too.” The fireworks soon finally stopped and we heard just drunk people yelling loudly in the distance and singing songs from ABBA or something, which really ruined the moment. I had started to stroke her hair without even noticing and we were both quiet for a moment. ”Can i braid your hair?” she asked suddenly and looked at me, smiling, a hopeful twinkle in the eyes. I raised my eyebrows as much as i could but finally rolled my eyes and gave up. She let a quick 'yay' out of her mouth to the chilly air and sat behind me, taking my hair in her hands. As far as i remember, nobody had ever braided my hair. We had been sitting in the park about an hour and become already quite drunk, as if we weren't high enough already. We started walking back home and she leaned against me to maintain her balance and i grabbed her by her waist. ”Hey, there they are! They stole stuff from my store!” some young man, probably in his 20s, yelled and pointed at us. I assume he was the cashier from the store, why were they still here? We were too tired and drunk to run away and even realise the whole situation properly. Another man turned to look at us and turned out to be a police. ”Whatt –,” i tried to mumble but couldn't get proper words out of my mouth anymore. And here ended my flashback of the night. ”Woah. Well, that was wild,” Amy said and laughed. ”Yeah, i remember now. But i still don't understand who poured beer on my chest.” I shrugged but before i could answer the door to our cell opened and a cop, Duff and Izzy stepped inside. Duff couldn't help but laugh when he saw what kind of condition we were in, Izzy instead tried his best to hide his amusement but failed as well. ”Well, you guys are free to go now. Next time try to bring your wallets with you when you need snack,” the cop stated seriously, looked at us with a very disapproving expression on his face and pointed at us with his finger. ”Yes, sir,” Amy said quietly and tried to hold her laughter and the police finally left us alone. ”Where the fuck did you two leave last night?” Duff asked, trying to look serious but couldn't help the smirk creeping on his face. ”I love your braids though. You should keep your hair like that more often. Did you do it?” Duff asked and turned his gaze to Amy. ”I totally did,” Amy said, nodding eagerly. ”Oh my god, i can't wait to see what kind of curls you're gonna have when you open it!” ”Who said i'm gonna open it? I'm definitely gonna keep my hair like this the rest of the day,” i answered with all my sarcasm, trying to look as serious as i could, which she just smiled and rolled her eyes to. ”So, shall we go? I'm starving!”

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1. (Otto)

I never thought that I was old

until some time ago.

I found myself

behind a window

with old antiques on show.

And though nobody could have guessed

the changes I’d lived through,

they sometimes stopped and looked at me

as if they somehow knew.

And so the days went by,

the long, long days passed by.

My story started long ago

with a lady sewing toys

in a factory in Germany

where big machines made loads of noise.

And as she carefully stitched me together

and as her eyes and mine met,

I still remember a pretty face,

a face I can’t forget.

a long, long time ago.

A long, long time ago…

2. (Seamstress)

Some people say the future’s dim,

in need of a new direction;

most people think the outlook’s grim,

but meanwhile, life goes on.

Some people seek a lucky star,

and hang their hopes upon it;

some say it’s all gone far too far,

but somehow, life goes on.

And children must keep on singing,

and children must dance and play,

and people must keep believing

that somehow we’ll keep the bad at bay.

Some people fail to understand

the outcome of their actions;

some say things are getting out of hand,

but somehow life goes on.

Some people say the cloud’s are grey

and can’t see a silver lining.

Some can only pray for a better day

but meanwhile, life goes on.

For after the storm comes sunshine,

and after the dark comes dawn,

and children must sing and dance and play,

in only this way new hope is born.

And when people fear the future

and when they sow seeds of doubt,

then children must sing and dance and play,

if not, what on earth’s life all about?

Some people say the forecast’s bleak,

and can’t bear to face the future;

some think the whole world’s up the creak,

but somehow, life goes on.

mmmm…

And meanwhile life goes on.

3. (Otto)

She wrapped me up inside a box

and sealed it with a bow.

I waited inside and tried to hide

my fear of the unknown.

Until I felt the box undone

and heard a laughing boy.

I looked at him,

he looked at me

and he held me in his arms.

I’d found myself a home.

I’d found myself a home!

4. (Otto)

My new found friend could hardly wait

his name was David

and we got on great.

His best friend was Oskar

and we all became mates,

and they told me their stories and jokes.

They wanted to teach me how to read and to write,

but my arms were too clumsy so things didn't go right

and when I knocked the ink over

I got splashed in the eye

and you can still see the stain there today.

5. (David)

You’re the only friend I’ll ever need,

When times are good or times are hard

I’m by your side and standing guard.

If I’ve got you, and you’ve got me, then we’ll succeed.

(Oskar)

You know I'm always here to lean upon.

And if you're struggling down a road

I'll be right there to share the load.

We'll help each other out when problems come along.

(David and Oskar)

I'll always back you up and stand by you.

It's good to know you're someone who

will stick around and pull me through.

Don’t fade away the way that people sometimes do.

I’ll count on you, I’ll count on you.

6. (Men in coats)

Get out quick and come outside.

You've got nowhere to run and you’ve got nowhere to hide.

You've got 2 minutes flat or else we’ll have to decide

to break down the door, yes we'll break down the door.

Bring out your children, your husbands and wives

before we count up to five, before we count up to five.

Out! 2, 3, 4, Out! 2, 3,

before we count up to five, before we count up to five.

(Jewish families)

Help us! Somebody somewhere please help us,

What have we done to deserve this?

Don’t let them take us, please save us!

Show us some mercy, please!

(Men in coats)

Get out quick and come outside.

You've got nowhere to run and you’ve got nowhere to hide.

Bring out your children, your husbands and wives

before we count up to five, before we count up to five,

Out! 2, 3, 4, Out! 2, 3, 4.

Out! 2, 3, 4, Out! 2, 3,

before we count up to five, before we count up to five.

(Jewish families)

Help us! Somebody somewhere protect us!

Can anyone help us?

We’re ordinary people and we’ve done nothing wrong

so don’t take us away from the homes where we live.

7. (David)

I’ve no idea about the reason why,

I only know they’re moving us away.

The soldiers say we’ve got to go today.

I’ve just got time to come and say goodbye.

(Otto)

I didn't understand the reason they were taking him.

I felt so helpless as I watched him say goodbye to us.

But there was nothing I could do.

(David)

They haven’t told us where we’re going to.

I only know it’s time for us to go.

Don’t want to leave a friend like you alone.

I think that Otto’s better off with you.

(Otto)

I didn't want to have to stay behind, with David gone.

I felt annoyed because he wouldn't let me go with him.

But now I realise he was right.

8. (Otto)

From the top of the balcony

just Oskar and me

could see a whole load of people

with the same star as David

who were pushed into lorries

and were taken away

to destinations unknown.

And we both felt afraid…

and alone.

9. (Oskar)

Why do people leave you? Why’s the room so cold?

Why is it so difficult to keep my self-control?

Who’ll be there to help us? Why don’t people stay?

What can people say to you to make you feel okay

when friends you’ve had for ever go away?

Why’s it feel so scary? Why’s it been so long?

Why are all the plans that we were making going wrong?

Why does no one answer? Why will no one hear?

Why do walls start closing in at night when no one’s near

when friends you’ve had for ever disappear?

(Otto)

And if I could have answered, I think I might have said

at least we had each other and to get back into bed.

But I just listened silently instead.

(Oskar)

Why do friends desert you? Why is it allowed?

Why do people vanish like the sun behind a cloud?

Why’s the house so lonely, where do people go?

They say it may be over soon, but time drags by so slow.

Tell me where he’s gone to if you know.

10. (Otto)

Then just when things seemed bad enough,

we had more gloomy news.

Oskar’s dad was forced to go to war.

And at the station to see him off,

were loads of families and friends,

and as he left, we waved goodbye,

and when he had to go,

tears began to flow.

11. (Papa)

I know how hard it is to say the word goodbye,

and I’d do anything to stay,

but I’ll be back within a flicker of an eye,

you’ll hardly know I’ve been away.

And dry your eyes and think of happy days ahead,

I hate to see you look so sad.

Just say goodbye, get it over,

You know I’ll miss you when I’m there;

just say goodbye, turn away, and take care.

(Mutti)

I can’t find words to say exactly what I feel,

I’m just so empty and bereft.

I only wish that what is happening wasn’t real;

we’ll miss you so much when you’ve left.

And any moment of the day you think of us,

we’ll both be thinking of you too;

just say goodbye, get it over,

and think of us while you’re there;

just say goodbye, come home safe, and take care.

Mutti & Papa

just say goodbye, get it over,

and think of us while you’re there;

just say goodbye…

12. (Otto)

The next thing we knew was that bombs started falling,

as sirens blared out, and families were calling

to run to the underground shelters they'd built,

to keep us all safe at night.

And Oskar held on to me tight.

13. (Oskar)

This was not the way it’s meant to be.

It’s all gone dark and all gone quiet,

except when bombs explode at night,

and people hide and soldiers fight.

We’re going to have to try hard to be strong.

When all the days are half as bright,

when all the nights are twice as long,

you’ll need a friend to give you strength to carry on,

so count on me.

14. (G.I.s)

You better pay attention GI Joe.

You keep your heads down and your bodies low.

We got the upper hand and won't let go

and the fight goes on till the battle's won.

We're in position where the two sides meet.

We're pushing forward and they're in retreat.

We know who's winning and we know who's beat

so the fight goes on till the battle's won.

We got all night to fight the enemy.

We're gonna keep them on the run.

We're pushing forward on the battle lines.

Detonating bombs and clearing mines,

sending shivers up and down their spines.

They'll be on the run till the battle's won.

We're in position where the two sides meet.

We're pushing forward and they're in retreat.

We know who's winning and we know who's beat

and the fight goes on till the battle's won.

How much longer, how much longer?

How much longer, how much longer

Till the battle’s won, till the battle’s won?

15. (Otto)

After the pilots had dropped their bombs,

after the dust settled down,

after the aftershocks ebbed away,

after the planes had left town,

the neighbourhood was destroyed.

The bombs had blown it to bits.

With dead and injured surrounding me I was frightened out of my wits.

But my eyes kept on seeing,

my ears kept on hearing,

my mind kept on coping,

my soul kept on hoping.

but I've never felt so scared before or since.

16. (nurse)

Sleep soundly as a baby, be peaceful and be calm,

you’re far away from danger now, there’s no cause for alarm.

Rest your aching body, calm your weary brow,

and feel your strength return to you, you’ll get it back somehow.

But soldiers keep enlisting, and no one’s keeping score,

yet still they keep insisting going back for more and more,

and more replace the men who fell before;

and curse this wretched war.

Relax your trembling muscles and rest your sleepy head,

the nightmares are behind you now, so dream sweet dreams instead.

Away with fearful visions, and shell-shocked signs of stress,

and dangers lurking out of sight that haunt you nonetheless.

Enough of broken families, of widows dressed in black,

enough of mothers grieving for their sons who won’t come back.

Enough of senseless killing, enough of settling scores,

enough of soldiers willing to go back for more and more,

and more replace the men who fell before;

and curse this wretched war.

17. (Otto)

It took us some time to recover our strength

and the soldier told everyone:

(Charlie)

this guy's a hero,

he sheltered me from the full force of the bullet

which probably saved me my life!

(Otto)

'Charlie' was the G.I's name.

and I had my first taste of fame

when they gave him a medal and photographers came,

and we made the front page of the press.

He made me the mascot of the whole regiment,

and he lent me his medal that he pinned to my chest,

and I felt really proud to stand out from the crowd.

Then at long last the war was over.

18. (Charlie)

Today’s the first day of the next part of my life,

I see the future as a friend.

Today I look at life without the pain, without the strife

and live as though my life’s begun again.

I never thought that fate would be there smiling down on me.

I thought that I was well and truly stuck.

Then just as I was thinking things were bad as they could be,

suddenly I can’t believe my luck.

Today I’ve turned a page and boy, I like the book,

and I can’t wait to read the happy ending.

I know the way it’s heading ‘cause I jumped ahead and took a look,

it’s just as though my life’s begun again.

(Soldiers)

We're setting sail again, we're finally heading home.

Farewell to exile overseas.

Another day away from home would be too long.

There's no one here who disagrees.

We often wondered if we'd live to see this day.

Hip hip hooray!

Because we're heading home to the US of A.

The irresistible pull of home is so strong.

We're homeward bound for the US of A.

We're heading back to the only place we belong.

The years and months and days passed by and dragged us down,

We spent them slowly killing time.

The only thing we want to do is quit this town,

and kiss the whole darn place goodbye.

We've learned how absence makes the heart grow mighty fond.

We're heading cross the pond

and setting sail for the US of A.

The irresistible pull of home is so strong.

We're homeward bound for the US of A.

We're heading back to the only place we belong. Yeah!

(Charlie)

No one would have guessed that I was born a lucky guy,

I never thought that luck was on my side.

But what d’ya know, my guardian angel’s smiling down on me,

and suddenly my eyes are open wide.

This is the greatest day I’ve known, you’d better bet,

I see that I’m the luckiest of men;

and one thing that I can’t forget’s the best of it ain’t happened yet,

it’s just as though my life’s begun again.

19. (Jasmine)

I don’t suppose I’ll get to know what sad times you’ve lived through,

but if you think it never ends, well sometimes dreams come true;

I’ll make this place a special home for you.

I made a list for Santa Claus, but didn’t get a lot,

but you’re the only gift I want, the best I ever got;

I’ll make this place a special home for you.

20. (Otto)

One thing I've noticed, when life’s looking great,

you never can tell what the next thing that fate

has in store for you when you're least expecting it,

and things turned for the worse the next day.

Some bullies started chasing us.

I sensed the danger that was facing us.

They caught us up and they blocked our path.

But we couldn't get away!

21. (bullies)

Catch her, stop her, block her way!

Look at who’s come out to play!

What’s she holding? What’s she got?

Head her off and make her stop.

Look who’s crying, look who’s scared!

Look who’s brought her teddy bear.

Hand it over, nice and slow,

and once you do you’re free to go.

And here it comes, and if you’re ready or you’re not,

and if you want it, then you got it,

here comes trouble.

Get out the way or else we’ll show you what we got,

and here it comes, here it comes, here it comes.

So you tried to get away, well that's too bad because we caught ya'.

And you thought you’d come and play, well somebody shoulda taught ya'

it's our turf and you're not wanted here, it’s time you learned respect,

‘cause it’s us that rules this neighborhood, and no one can protect ya’.

Throw the teddy to me steady, pick it up and try and pitch it,

and then better yet already, rip it open and unstitch it.

And she's all upset and crying, like she's sad and broken-hearted.

Well we wasn't even trying and we've hardly even started.

And here it comes, and if you’re ready or you’re not,

and if you want it, then you got it,

here comes trouble.

Get out the way or else we’ll show you what we got,

and here it comes, here it comes, here it comes.

Throw it like a baseball and I'll see how far I hit it,

and I'll smash it even harder just to see if I can split it.

And pitch it in the ditch again and try and send it flying.

And if you go and snitch on us we'll say that you was lying.

And here it comes, and if you’re ready or you’re not,

and if you want it, then you got it,

here comes trouble.

There’s just one thing in all the world we like a lot,

and here it comes, here it comes, here it comes.

22. (Jasmine)

Has no one seen my teddy bear?

I've searched all day and all night.

I don't know what's become of him.

I pray that he's all right.

If anybody sees him

can you let me know at once.

The house is not a home when he's not there.

I've asked around the neighborhood,

They say my chances are slim.

I'm worried that he misses me

as much as I miss him.

If anyone should see him

just be sure to let me know.

The house is not a home when he's not there.

(Otto)

I heard her crying,

but it wasn't worth my trying

finding ways to move around or make a sound.

No need to mention

that I couldn't grab attention

So I simply stayed there hoping I'd be found.

(Jasmine)

I've asked around from door to door

but still got nothing to show.

Has no one got some news for me?

I've hunted high and low.

I'm missing him so badly

and it's getting hard to bear.

The house is not a home when he's not there.

The house is not a home without him there.

23. (Otto)

I didn't know what would become of me.

My mind filled with worry and doubt.

I needed somebody to rescue me.

It looked like my luck had run out.

My prospects seemed very dim.

I worried that this was the end.

I knew that my chances were slim

of me making a safe return to my friend.

But my eyes kept on seeing,

my ears kept on hearing,

my mind kept on coping,

my soul kept on hoping.

I didn’t even know if I’d survive.

I stayed there simply keeping hope alive.

24. (old woman)

When nothing much matters and your life’s torn to tatters,

and it’s falling apart at the seams;

when things are more squalid and getting more horrid

than anything you’ve ever seen;

it’s hard, so hard, it’s hard, so hard.

When people laugh at you because your things that you

possess have been found in the trash;

when people ignore you and they do nothing for you

but they just look away in a flash;

it’s hard, so hard, it’s hard, so hard.

Nothing’s going to get you down, you’re saying,

nothing’s going to bring you down,

but no one wants to hang around to help you out.

No one’s got the time of day to give you,

no one wants to lend a hand,

there’s no one there to share a care or understand.

When life is more sordid than ever recorded

with stories you wouldn’t believe;

when your future’s behind you and the people remind you

of all that you didn’t achieve;

it’s hard, so hard, it’s hard, so hard.

It’s hard, so hard.

25. (antiques seller) Who knows the places that you’ve been, the changes that you’ve seen, the people who you’ve known, emotions that they’ve shown.

If I could know them well, I’d write a book and sell the stories you could tell.

I see it’s clear that someone cared but times have been quite tough, and though your life’s been shared, the going has been rough. I’ve known some heartache too, I only wish I knew the stories you’ve lived through.

There’s something in your history, there’s stories to be told. If I could solve the mystery I’d tell the world,

and sometimes you can’t believe the tales, but one thing never fails; if I look in your eyes they’ll never tell me lies. If I could break the spell I’d penetrate the shell of stories you could tell.

If I could break the spell I’d penetrate the shell of stories you could tell.

26. (Otto)

Day after day after day passed by,

but no happy outcome appears.

Days turned to weeks and then months went by,

months started turning to years.

I sat there all on my own.

I grew resigned to my fate

'cause no one gave any thought to me

in my sad and pitiful state.

But my eyes kept on seeing,

my ears kept on hearing,

my soul kept on yearning

the world kept on turning.

I watched the passers-by pass by for years!

27. (Oskar)

Can it really be true what I’m seeing?

Strange how a moment can roll back the years.

Strange how my heart skips a beat but it keeps on pounding,

and strange how the smallest things move you to tears.

Strange how the smallest things knock you off-balance;

strange how you couldn’t hold back if you tried.

Strange that despite all the heartache and long, long, suffering,

it’s usually the small things that stir you inside.

Stone cold sober in the cold, dark night,

you contemplate your image that’s reflected in the light.

You’re on the straight and narrow, but your life’s stuck in a rut,

you think the ghosts and memories have been long forgotten,

but it’s strange how you’re suddenly whisked back to childhood.

It’s weird how the small things bring tears to the eyes.

Strange how life can move forward so slowly till you

find that years and years of your life have passed by.

Strange how the small things remind you of long lost friendships,

and strange how the smallest things keep hope alive.

28. (Otto) So off we both went reunited at last celebrating the way an incredible chance brought the two of us finally together again, and we soon became news around town. And there we were, celebrities, they interviewed Oskar and they photographed me. The news hit the papers spontaneously and I was famous all over again. The journalists wrote about an elderly German man who'd once lost his teddy bear during the war, and had found me again by amazing good luck in a faraway antiques store. And just before leaving to go back home, somebody rang through to his telephone, a stranger's voice that he didn't know, and this is what I heard:

29 (Oskar and David) I can’t believe it’s really you, I can’t believe how time flies. I’d hardly know you, you’ve changed so much, but I remember those eyes. I was wandering around and was passing through, now I’m stood here with you and I hardly dare to think it’s really true. Can this be true and really you, my long lost friend from the past? I can't believe it's happening, we're reunited at last. I was biding my time, in the way you do, now I look up at you and I pinch myself to check it’s really true. I thought it was over, I feared the worst, I thought that I’d lost my best friend. I thought we were blighted, I thought we were cursed, but now we’re together again. I was passing the time and was muddling through; now you’re back here again and I rub my eyes and can’t believe it’s true, together again and so overdue, as I look at you now I just rub my eyes and can’t believe it’s true. Do you remember back to when we met as children and happy moments that we spent? I said I’d care for you, as though you were my brother And every word I said, I meant. Do you recall ? Yes I recall. I still recall, I still recall, I still recall… And who’d have thought that we’d be here to tell the story or that we’d ever meet again? We kept on keeping hope alive though, yes, we were keeping hope alive. Remember how we used to talk with one another of plans we’d never carry through? And when the days grew dark, we’d run and duck for cover Do you remember like I do? Oh yes I do, oh yes I do, oh how I do, indeed I do, oh yes I do… And when we shouted out, but no one gave an answer, and when we didn’t think we’d cope, we kept on keeping hope alive though, we never ever gave up hope. And when we shouted out, but no one gave an answer, or even feared we’d not survive, we kept on keeping hope alive though, yes, we were keeping hope alive. we kept on keeping hope alive though, yes, we were keeping hope alive. we kept on keeping hope alive though, yes, we were keeping hope alive.

30. (Otto) The things that I heard were profoundly sad, as sad as a story can get. Life for my friends had been truly bad, and I've not told the worst of it yet. David and his parents had been sent to an enormous prison camp. His parents never returned. David had survived, ill and starving. Oskar’s father had died in the war. Oskar and his mother had been crushed by the ruins of their house when it was bombed. His mother didn’t escape, but Oskar had survived. But we'd all kept on coping, our souls kept on hoping. The world had grown colder, we'd all grown much older. And since we'd all been living on our own we both moved in with David in his home.

31. (David & Oskar) This is where we're both supposed to be, me for you and you for me, through thick and thin, through sun and rain, Let's set our course and chose our path, and walk it again. This is how it always should have been, despite the sadness that we’ve seen, despite the cost, despite the loss, all that I’ve got, I’ll share the lot, my friend, with you. And somehow we survived it in the end, I don't know why, I don't know how, but all that matters to me now is I've found you and you've found me again, my friend. I’ll count on you, I’ll count on you. (the entire cast) And always tell the story like it is, and when it's far too sad for words, and if you grieve for what occurred, that’s why the story must be heard. And shine a light on shadows that are cast by painful memories, almost lost, at such a monumental cost, in darkest corners of the past. And history must be constantly explored. Don't let your children tell you that you swept it underneath the mat. Don't let the story be forgotten or ignored, I’ll count on you, I’ll count on you, I’ll count on you.

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