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elldell1204 · 4 years

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I Sing for Love - Jay Halstead x Reader

fofisstilinski: hi, i would like a jay halstead with prompts 3 - “Can you just shut your mouth?”, 60 - “But I want to hear you sing.”, 63 - “I think I love you.”, please, thanks

Thank you for this! ❤️ I didn’t reblog @darkdisrepair ’s prompt list to be getting them, but they kindly let me use them so definitely go and check them out. Their Upstead fics are like no other! They’re genuinely amazing. 😘 Anyways, I really loved writing this one. I did alter some of the prompts slightly to make them work in the sentence, by the way. Also, I’ve been playing The Last of Us II recently, and this fic was partially inspired by the scene of Ellie playing the guitar in the music store. I’ve linked it down below so you can listen to the song I mean, as it’s really beautiful and thought it’d fit nicely here. I hope you like it, even if it is a little long-winded. Enjoy! 😊

Warning: couple swear words, may make you cry :( sorry!

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Admiring the pile of untouched boxes in the otherwise empty corner of the living room, you took a moment to finally let it sink in. ‘I’m moving in with Jay.’ It was a seemingly simple event to anyone else, but for you and your best friend, it was a huge step forward in your hopefully long life together. Because you knew this was it. You had shared your heart, your mind, your soul with Jay Halstead, a feat you had never even come close to achieving with any of your other boyfriends, not that there were many.

It was scarily similar how alike you two were, yet at the same time, you were totally different. You were both quick-witted, divergent thinkers, aware of the true horrors of the world but in different lights. He had first discovered that when his father gave him ‘tough love’ as a child, a trait he vowed never to adopt. Next was when he saw the travesty that is war; tragic losses of friends as their lives are ripped from your hands by beings you could swear weren’t human, the methods of finding information that haunted you in the form of your worst nightmares, the survivor’s guilt that plagued your everyday when you came home to the widows of the men you fought so hard to save, but unfortunately it wasn’t hard enough. It was a miracle he was able to pull himself out of that hole, and still, he hasn’t fully. But with your help and Hailey’s, he’s surviving. Knowing him now, you weren’t surprised that Jay went into the police force after his active duty. Some say that Chicago is a warzone in itself, but he knew that he could endure this one. After all, the heart he possesses wouldn’t have allowed him to do something with his life that didn’t help others. One of the many reasons why you loved him. Every day he sees the scum of the world, but when he manages to help someone, it reminds him of why he does it. And he knows when he comes home to you, he’s safe. You both know that. Because you have each other, and you protect one another, physically and mentally.

You weren’t on the front lines like Jay was, but still you saw the suffering and agony the world withstands. You were an ASA, a dream you had since you were a child. From the age of three you were better at arguments than any other child on the playground, something your dad used to tease you lovingly for your whole childhood. He told you to “chase your dreams until they become reality, because you would never forgive yourself if you didn’t”. You had asked him why he seemed so forlorn when he said the last part, sat on your bed one night after he’d read you your story. That was when he told you about his dream of becoming a singer, an almost unachievable dream, but one he worked so damn hard for. You asked what happened, and he relayed how his mother became troubled with drinking and drugs after his father left, and so he, being the eldest child, had to work to provide for the family, and so his dream stayed a dream.

You remember saying “But, Daddy, you can still be a singer. I can be your audience.”, and you can still see the smile that spread across his face at your words, the expression being etched into your memory ever since. That was the night he decided to make you his protégé, teaching you how to play guitar and singing with you. This went on for years, and by the time you were thirteen, you were both playing along together, serenading and smiling without a care in the world.

But it wasn’t long before your world crashed down around you. You were seventeen when you got the call, walking out of school one afternoon, with the biggest of your problems being a boring geography assignment, when your mother told you to get to the hospital instead of going straight home. She wouldn’t – more like couldn’t – tell you why over the phone, and as you rushed to Lakeshore Memorial Hospital, your mind was racing with possibilities.

Your dad had collapsed at work, luckily not severely injured, but after running further tests, it was discovered he had stage four lung cancer, and there was nothing they could do. You barely left the hospital the next few weeks, sitting by your father’s bedside as he drifted in and out of consciousness, coughing one minute and throwing up the next. He managed to stay awake a few hours a day at the start, holding your hand and telling you he loved you, retelling stories from his childhood and yours. But when his lungs got weaker, he asked you to bring in your guitar and sing to him, seeing as he couldn’t do it himself. “Music makes me almost as happy as you do, my darling.”

So you did. You sang until your voice was hoarse, until you fell asleep mid-verse, until your fingers and thumbs were blistered. Your mother sat like a mannequin in the chair on the other side of his bed, holding his hand, treasuring the feeling. The feeling of the man you lost too soon.

“If I ever were to lose you, I’d surely lose myself. Everything that I’ve found here, I’ve not found by myself.” You sang, tears pricking at your eyes. You looked up, gazing over at the weak form of your father. If it wasn’t for the machine hooked up to him that was beeping quietly but steadily, you may have thought he was already gone. He was that debilitated, with his limbs laid straight, outlining his body, his eyes closed and his lips, that seemed paler than ever before, the only landmark in the vast ocean of ghastly white that had replaced the face once full of life and laughter.

You laid your guitar back in its case before moving closer to him, intertwining your fingers with his, scared at how cold they felt already. You looked over at your mother. She was silently crying, her eyes rimmed red and streaks traced down her cheeks, and she nodded her head at you.

You sniffed, letting the tears that stung your eyes fall as you stood, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to your father’s forehead.

“It’s okay, Dad.” You whispered. “You can go now. Go be at peace. I love you.”

And after a deep breath, you turned to the doctor that stood at the doorway. “You can take him off life support now.”

You let the tear flow down your cheek for a few seconds before you wiped it away. You shook your head, trying to get rid of the sadness. You had a job to do.

You had officially moved in with Jay a few weeks ago now, but due to your busy lives, the only things you had unpacked were the bare necessities, most of which were already dotted around your shared apartment.

It still sounds weird to refer to Jay’s apartment as your own. You practically lived here before he asked you, anyways, seeing as yours was a lot smaller, in a worse neighbourhood and had a lot of noisy neighbours. It was practically the complete opposite to Jay’s, his being a two-bedroom condo with sweet Mrs Elizabeth Bailey next door who you often helped out by carrying her groceries or fixing a dodgy cupboard door. She was like a great aunt to you both, inviting you round for dinner or baking you some cookies every so often. Many a time had she told you about her late husband, Tommy, and their stories from their lives together. Both you and Jay loved to hear the tales of their adventures, and you were saddened that you never got to meet him. One night, you sat close together on Lizzie’s couch, Jay’s arm wrapped around your waist as you leant into his chest, admiring a photo album she had passed to you as she recalled the memories linked to each image from her armchair. She had surprised you when she suddenly said, “You two remind me of Tommy and I; hopelessly in love.” You looked up and smiled at her, a twinkle in her eye as she remembered her husband, and you felt Jay pull you just that little bit closer.

It was also that night, when you both returned to his apartment, that he asked you to move in with him.

And now you were rummaging through your stuff that was packed into boxes, pretty much half of your life stuffed neatly into them. Looking through each one, you realised how little each of the material items mattered to you now that you knew Jay. Apart from the photos of friends and family, the odd keepsake you’d collected over the years and meaningful gifts from various birthdays and Christmases, it was all just junk. At least you thought so until you spotted your guitar case tucked away into the corner.

You took a deep breath before reaching over and picking it up, getting to your feet as you carried the case over to the couch. You sat down slowly, your heartrate picking up even with your meticulously controlled breaths. You gently laid it down in front of you and opened it, lifting the lid like it would shatter if you went too fast. You hadn’t opened it in years, not since you closed it at the hospital on that horrible day. A droplet landed on the smooth mahogany, one that came from your eyes. It took you a while before you wiped it away, unsure if you were strong enough to touch the instrument without breaking down before it.

‘Pull yourself together, Y/N, it’s been ten years’ you thought. And despite telling yourself that you had mostly moved past your father’s death, trying to see the light from it instead of the darkness, you still had moments where you were majorly overcome with grief. But you knew you could do this. You had to. He would have wanted you to.

So you picked it up. You examined it, not that there would be any new marks or scratches with it being shut off from the world for a decade, and then laid it on your knee like a baby, your hands assuming the positions that were like second nature to you, like another language. And you strummed the strings. They were horribly out of tune, so you let out a sodden laugh at the sound before tuning it to perfection.

Now all you had to do was play. You had time before Jay got home, so that wasn’t stopping you. What was is the thought of playing the guitar your dad bought you, the guitar your dad taught you to play, the guitar that you played to him and with him as you sang together. You knew he wouldn’t want you to stop playing, but you couldn’t bear the thought of playing it without him there to listen.

So you closed your eyes and imagined he was there with you, listening and smiling, as your fingers found the first chord on the neck of the guitar and you played it. Then the next. And the next. And you were doing it. You were playing the song. Now all you had to do was sing. You saw your dad’s smile and you knew you could do it.

“If I ever were to lose you,

I’d surely lose myself.”

Then suddenly there was a loud smash of glass on the floor behind you and you jumped, spinning around violently to see Jay stood in the doorway over some shattered glass.

“What the hell, Jay?! You scared the shit outta me.” You shouted, a hand over your racing heart.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you, I just wanted to hear you sing.” He smiled sympathetically, walking a little further in to lean against the chest of drawers in the corner.

“Shut your mouth. Like hell you did. You just wanted something to make fun of me for.” You huffed, frowning, as you moved to put away your guitar. You could feel the unjustifiable anger bubbling deep inside you at him hearing you, allowing yourself to be so careless as to let him in the first place.

“What? No, of course not. It was really beautiful, and I’ve never really heard you sing before.” He said cautiously as he came to sit beside you on the couch, taking a hold of your hands to stop you putting away the guitar. He could tell you were annoyed, and though he wasn’t sure why, he knew to tread carefully, as he seemingly had hit a nerve.

“Yeah, well, I don’t do it around other people, at least not since I was younger.” You said softly, feeling guilty for shouting at him.

“With your dad?” He asked. He knew all about the story with your father, minus the part where you sang to him before he died. You couldn’t bring yourself to relive that if you didn’t have to. But now you did have to. You couldn’t let Jay be in the dark about it any longer. All he had ever been was supporting and caring to you, and you felt ready to let him in fully.

“Yeah.” You whispered, not trusting your voice. You shuffled in closer to him, and he let go of your left hand to wrap his arm around you, and then you took a deep breath. “I, erm, haven’t played my guitar since the day my dad died. He asked me to play it to him whilst he was in hospital, because he couldn’t do it himself like before he got sick. And on his last day, I played him that song you just heard; it was one of his favourites. Not that he was conscious. He’d been knocked out cold with meds for days by then. After, we said goodbye and took him off life support. And I could never bring myself to play my guitar since.”

Silence followed, allowing him to process and you to recover. He kept rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, showing you support without using his words.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair. “But wouldn’t he want you to keep playing? For him?”

“He would, that’s why I’m trying now.” You pulled away slightly and smiled at him. “He’d have liked you, y’know? He really would.”

“I’m sure the feeling would be mutual.” He returned your smile.

Every day he reminded you of the wonderful man he is; caring, funny, kind, smart. But he also showed you he loved you, that he trusted you. And so you did the same.

You sat up, retrieving your guitar and laying it on your lap once more. You glanced over to him and smiled.

“This was also one of his favourites.” You told him, and then you started to play.

“Talking away,

I don’t know what,

I’m to say I’ll say it anyway,

Todays another day to find you.

Shying away,

I’ll be coming for your love okay.

Take on me,

Take me on.

I’ll be gone,

In a day or two.

Needless to say,

I'm odds and ends,

But I'll be stumbling away,

Slowly learning that life is okay.

Say after me,

It's no better to be safe than sorry.

Take on me,

Take me on,

I'll be gone,

In a day or two,

In a day or two.”

When you finished, you sighed deeply, a half-sad, half-loving smile spreading across your face as you turned towards Jay. He was sat in an awestruck daze, smiling back at you as you put your guitar away in the case. When you sat back up, he shifted closer to you, gently taking your cheek in his palm as he gazed into your eyes, running his thumb softly over your cheek.

“I think I love you.” He murmurs.

You scoff jokingly and roll your eyes teasingly. “Well, you better bloody love me, Halstead. We’ve moved in together.”

He chuckles, and you can feel his warm breath brush over your cheek.

“I do. I love you. And I’ll keep saying it, even when you’re sick of hearing it.”

“I’ll never get sick of hearing it, Jay, because I love you too.” You whispered, smirking as you leaned in to kiss him. He met your lips with his, kissing you lovingly, assuring that you knew you were it for him, as he was it for you.

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theycallmebecca · 4 years

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Drabble: The Bet 2020

I never post stories this late... but here we are. The Patriots and Seahawks game ended about 20 minutes ago now... in a shocking fashion. I sat on my couch just staring in disbelief for like two minutes straight.

Anyway... here is the Chris and Ellie drabble I hinted that I was writing earlier tonight. It ended up being centered on Scott more than Chris and Ellie, but I’m not mad about that.

But here we go, here’s the drabble.

Title: The Bet 2020

Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC Ellie Spencer-Evans

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Language

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

September 20, 2020

Scott watched Chris and Ellie as they worked side by side in the kitchen while he supplied Tommy with cheerios.

As usual on a Sunday morning, Chris was rocking a Patriots shirt and Ellie was wearing a Seahawks shirt. However, neither of them had mentioned the fact that the two teams were playing each other.

If it had been any other couple with a newborn at home, Scott would believe that they didn't know that their teams were playing each other. But it was Chris and Ellie. He knew they knew and he knew they had a bet.

"Should be an interesting game tonight," he said, conversationally.

"Should be," Chris agreed.

"Especially now that the Patriots have a quarterback that can actually run," Ellie muttered under her breath.

With the kitchen island between them, Scott could only imagine what his brother did that made his wife jump and squeal before she whipped around to glare at him.

"Moe! Moe!" Tommy said from beside him, pounding his little fists on the highchair tray.

Turning towards his nephew, Scott saw that the tray was empty. He poured some more cereal out for his nephew and smiled.

"Tankoo," Tommy said before grabbing a fist full of cheerios.

Turning back to Chris and Ellie, he rolled his eyes when they saw them being flirty. Clearly, Ellie had forgiven him for whatever he had done.

"Innocent eyes in the room," he called out.

"Not the worst he's been in the room for," Chris replied with an unapologetic shrug. "Or were you talking about yourself."

Reaching over, Scott put a hand in front of Tommy's face while he used his other hand to flip his brother off.

"Behave," Ellie said, grabbing Chris's hand to keep him from returning the gesture. Then she leveled a look at Scott. "You, too."

Scott smiled innocently in response, making her roll her eyes.

"I'm on to you," she told him. "Both of you."

"That's what you think," Chris said as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. "But we're really good actors."

Ellie scoffed but didn't try to free herself. Instead, she leaned back against him and rolled her eyes for only Scott to see.

Deciding to not beat around the bush anymore, Scott asked, "So what's the bet this time?"

"Bet?" Ellie asked in an almost believable surprised tone. "What bet?"

"Ullbay itshay," Scott responded, saying 'bull shit' in pig latin to get around the no cursing around the babies rule.

Chris snorted and gave him a small thumbs up at his creativity.

Ellie, on the other hand, put a hand to her chest in mock offense. "Are you suggesting that we, two adults, can not see our two teams play without betting on the outcome?" she asked.

"That's exactly what I'm saying," Scott replied. "Because they've played each other twice since we've known you and you betted on both of those games. Not to mention that the two of you betted on which team was going to go farther the first year we knew you."

"And it's 2 to 1, baby," Ellie said, giving a little dance that had Chris grabbing her waist to hold her still to keep things rated PG. "On the way to 3 to 1."

"Uh, no, it's going to be 2 and 2 after today," Chris argued.

"So what is the bet?" Scott asked again.

"Oh, it's nothing big," Ellie replied with a shrug. "Kind of boring, actually."

"I don't know if I would go that far," Chris said with raised eyebrows. "Sometimes, it is. Big, that is."

"If you're talking about what I think you're talking about, I don't want to know anymore," Scott replied.

"Diapers, we're talking about dirty diapers," Ellie told him. "Specifically, poopy diapers. Get your mind out of the gutter, Scott."

Scott glared at Chris for setting him up.

Chris just grinned and gave a small shrug.

"The loser has to change all the poopy diapers for a week," Ellie explained. "I'm looking forward to handing the boys over and not having to deal with any surprise blow outs."

"Imagine all you want, cause it's not happening," Chris stated. "The Patriots are going to whoop the Seahawks."

"Speaking of poopy diapers," Scott said as a smell reached his nose. "I think we have one."

"I'll take care of it," Chris said with a sigh. Walking around the island, he came over to the table. "Let's go change your butt, little guy." He freed Tommy from the highchair and then carried him out of the room.

"So is the bet really just about changing dirty diapers?" Scott asked Ellie as he carried the highchair tray over to dump the leftover cheerios.

"We're keeping it simple this time around," Ellie replied with a shrug. "Your brother is just afraid he'll lose again."

"No I'm not," Chris called from the next room over.

Scott met Ellie's eyes and she mouthed, "yes he is."

"I heard that," Chris called again.

Ellie rolled her eyes and then groaned as Marcus's cries came through the baby monitor.

"My turn," she said.

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Hours later, they were all in the family room watching the end of the Los Angeles Chargers vs Kansas City Chiefs game. Ellie had been thrilled when she saw that Justin Herbert, a rookie quarterback from Oregon, started the game for the Chargers. The Chargers had lost in overtime, but it had been an exciting game.

Ellie and Marcus were cuddled in the corner of the sectional couch, Dodger curled up next to them. While Chris and Tommy were on the floor playing with wood puzzles.

"Unca Soot pay," Tommy said, looking up at Scott with a face that Scott couldn't say no to.

Putting his beer on the coffee table, Scott sank down on the floor with him and helped him with a puzzle.

When the game started, Scott moved back up onto the couch with Ellie while Chris stayed on the floor with Tommy. After an exciting pick six by the Patriots to start the game, the Seahawks were able to score their own touchdown. By half time, it was all tied up at 14, with both teams scoring again.

With Chris and Ellie putting the boys to bed during half time, Scott put together the finishing touches on the crockpot dinner he and Ellie had put together earlier in the day.

By the time they came back downstairs, dinner was ready and they carried their food into the family room just in time for the second half of the game to start.

The third quarter saw the Seahawks pull ahead, but the Patriots didn't give up. As the final minutes of the game ticked down, Chris, Ellie and Scott were on the edge of their seats waiting to see how it would all play out.

The Patriots marched down the field and with two second left tried to score the winning touchdown from three yards out.

And failed.

Scott groaned and Chris collapsed back against the couch cushions in complete agony.

Ellie said nothing as she ran her fingers over Chris's short hair. Even she was shocked by the outcome of the game, especially the way it had ended.

"It was a good and exciting game," she finally said after a few minutes. "Right until the last second." Chris and Scott groaned. "Too soon?"

Chris tilted his head and shot her a look that told her he wasn't amused.

"Aw, it's ok, babe," Ellie said, the joy of winning flooding her veins. "I still love you, even if you cheer for shitty teams."

A squeal was the next thing that escaped her lips when Chris lunged for her.

Shaking his head, Scott grabbed the dishes and carried them into the kitchen. At the end of the day, he knew that regardless of whose team had one, they both would have changed poopy diapers. They'd been a team when it had just been them and Tommy and they seemed to have it all together with the addition of Marcus, too.

As he started to clean up the dinner dishes, Chris and Ellie came into the room carrying the rest. He rinsed and loaded the dishes while Chris put away the leftovers and Ellie wiped down the table.

"Do you want me to start the dishwasher?" Scott asked them.

"Sure, that would be great," Ellie replied with a smile.

Opening the doors to the cabinet below the sink, Scott missed the mischievous look that passed between the couple. But he did see the neon yellow sticky note taped to the bottle of the dishwashing detergent that said "use this one in the dishwasher".

"Fuck you both," he said as they both started cracking up. He'd known they'd bring up his dish soap in the dishwasher situation eventually. "Seriously, fuck you."

"We love you," Ellie said with a giggle. "And go Seahawks!" She blew him a kiss and then ran for the stairs.

Chris rolled his eyes, but smiled at Scott. "Happy early birthday, see you in the morning," he said before following his wife upstairs.

Scott shook his head as he put the soap in the dishwasher and then started it. Grabbing the key for his cabin, he turned off the kitchen lights and then made his way out to the one bedroom cabin he was staying in. With his mom back home, he could have moved into the house with them, but he liked having his own space and the small cabin afforded him that. He had a bathroom and a kitchenette and it was all he needed.

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shozaii · 4 years

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Could I request something angsty with Todoroki ? Maybe the reader comforting him after something happened with his father ?

(a/n): hello anon! took me long enough to complete this im so sorry :( but i hope you enjoy this! take care <3

^^^

bnha; thank you, love.

a shoto todoroki x reader oneshot

warnings : slight angst!

“don’t stay up too late, y/l/n-san!” midoriya told you, smiling as he disappeared into the corridor of the boys’ dorms.

the others went to bed pretty early, wanting to start fresh tomorrow. you wouldn’t consider myself a night owl- you knew a lot of them were.

but right now, as long as your boyfriend returns, you’d be happy.

he asked permission from mr.aizawa before heading home, of course. and he was supposed to return today.

in the meantime, mr.aizawa had to attend something important.

any moment now, it would be curfew.

that’s why you were worried shoto didn’t arrive too soon.

‘‘‘‘

an hour passed.

you had to head back to my own room. meh, i could sneak out later. me and kaminari have done that before anyway, you thought.

it was for snacks.

you sent him a text, genuinely starting to feel a chill down your spine. minutes passed.

shoto never misses a text.

especially when they were yours.

so what happened now?

‘‘‘‘

you gave up, jumping out of your bed. everyone should be asleep now. this was your chance.

you opened the door slowly, ensuring there was no creak from it. you tiptoed, careful not for any of the wooden flooring to give out a ghostly scream. the windows allowed enough moonlight to flow through. that bettered your opportunities of vision.

as you expected, no one was there.

“that’s it,” you whispered to yourself, taking out your phone.

his number went to voicemail.

you weren’t ready to break the dorm’s next biggest rule, heading out without permission. your stomach twisted, forcing you to stay put only until a specific time.

‘‘‘‘

you gave in once more, heading out of your room, repeating the same steps as before.

there, in the common room, sat a figure. your eyes wandered around a bit, slowly adjusting themselves to the darkness engulfed around this strange silhouette.

you took out your phone and turned on the torch, careful not to shine it on the figure.

“shoto!” you whisper-shouted in delight. “oh god there you are!”

silence.

you were bewildered. this boy may have a lovely set of emotions, but when he was silent, you knew something was up.

you walked up towards him, patting the sofa in case of any object on it. you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“hey love. took you a while to return. come on, wanna go to your room?”

he finally looked up at you, his heterochromatic eyes staring into yours. they looked disturbed. sad. tired.

“sho?”

“can we head to yours?” he asked in a small voice.

“of course. watch your step.”

oh, endeavor. what have you done?

‘‘‘‘

“what?!” were his father’s first words when he heard the supposedly good news to both natsuo and fuyumi’s ears. he even saw your photo on his phone’s wallpaper.

he was supposed to show it to them. turns out he was good at eavesdropping.

“you can’t just disagree immediately with his actions, dad! we’ll at least hear what he says-,’

“i don’t need to know anything further about this ridiculousness. this was the one thing i didn’t want from him.”

“naive,” natsuo grumbled under his breath.

“and just what makes you think i’ll listen to your opinions? you had to be here to hear it all; might as well just accept it,” shoto clenched his fists in fury.

“do i know this person?”

“no. why must it be someone you know?”

“i don’t need you to fall in love.”

“love was something you never gave me for years. neither to me, fuyumi, natsuo. none of us.”

“watch what you’re saying, shoto.”

“i am. and i stand corrected.”

he turned to both his siblings. “if only you got to meet them once. them and i have something we can never break.” his tense shoulders relaxed at the thought of his s/o. “everything about them is amazing. head to toe. i can promise you, you’ll love them.”

the air was filled with tension, not knowing who was going to have their word next. but the only thing shoto wanted right now was justice.

neither has his father met his s/o or talked to them.

“of course, man. bring them here whenever you want to. i’m willing to get to know them,” natsuo shrugged. clearly, he wasn’t on his father’s side.

“that’s wonderful, shoto.” fuyumi then lowered her voice. “be careful. you may reach a point where he won’t take back his words.”

“three against one. i’m not giving in.”

“ugh, don’t you get it son?! if you fall in love, you’ll only get distracted from your goals, and your road to becoming a hero!”

“which was why mom never got to stay here for long.”

nobody said a word. natsuo kept a straight face. fuyumi was in shock.

endeavor got angrier by every minute.

“either end it here, or leave.”

that was shoto’s last straw before he grabbed his bag, wore his shoes, and walked off without a word.

his siblings’ voices were in the distance, too far for him to hear anymore.

hands in his pockets, head hung low.

‘‘‘‘

“ah,” you said.

the two of you were sitting on your balcony, staring at the moon.

your hands were wrapped around him. you could feel his heartbeat racing.

“i didn’t want to tell you any of this. i felt like punching a wall. he wants me to end up the way he did. i can’t take the pressure, y/n. i want to run from all of this. this... agony. constant reminders from him telling me to be a complete photocopy.”

“love,calm down. i’m here,” you said, kissing his head. “i would have to know it someday. right?”

“i know.”

“okay, let me ask you questions. are you happy?”

“always, now that you’re here.”

“do you feel distracted from your dreams?”

“i still feel the same. i want to become a hero. i want to save the world. i want to witness your journey with me. i want to protect you.”

“have i ever disappointed you?”

“never.no.”

“in fact, do you believe in quirk marriages?”

“wouldn’t that just ruin the definition of true love?”

“see? sho. you are an amazing human being. making others smile. chasing your dreams. you’re friends with almost everyone in our class.”

“what did i ever do to deserve you?” he looked up at you, bringing your head to meet his.

“i remember a cold, stoic baby boy nervously sweating when he said hi to me,” you chuckled.

“oh, no.”

“i’m here, shoto. if it means to stand with you, i will. a hero has feelings, too. the moment you chose to walk away is the moment i know you have a long way to go.”

“with you.”

“ah, if you say so,” you stuck out of your tongue. you finally see him giggle after what felt like so long.

“y/n.”

“hm?”

“thank you, love.”

(a/n):this was my first time writing a oneshot so i hope it’s a good read! thank you for this suggestion, by the way. ^^

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #shoto x reader #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha fanfiction #oneshot #bnha shoto todoroki #todoroki shōto #todoroki shoto x reader

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asphyxheart · 3 years

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The night of the 30th of August

Back to real stuff with that story. The 30th of August is the night I tried to die and nearly managed to do it. I will give more details in the following text. But first, I need to say that I need to speak about it. It’s not something poeple asked me, this is not to draw attention like some poeple said in my dms or whatever stupid random thing you could think off. I write, and if poeple react, eh, why not, bur really I don’t care if you enjoy or not. That being said, let’s start the story in itself.

When I loaded the crossbow this night, I had no idea I was about to shot myself. Sure, I unlocked the safety so if I ever pull the trigger, it would shots, but I did it automatically. I made some pushes and breathold to make my heart pound and find the good spot to put the tip of the nail I was about to shot in my heart. Once I found the spot, I placed the crossbow and put a finger on the trigger.

At that moment, it was lost. I had no more coherent thoughts, just a whirling wind of abstract and delusive thinkings. Worthless. Live ? but why. Death was appealing. Very seductive. Why live why live why live. I am useless. Useless again and again. Why living. Death. I want to die. Not live. Those are the only thing I remember, but I stood there for a solid 15 minutes with that crossbow aimed at my heart. I was completly lost in my mind, confused at such a point I couldn’t even remember where I was, who I was, what I was doing. I was nothing at that moment. Pure incoherent thoughts.

Then I shot. As easy as that, I pulled the trigger. The shock of the nail entering my body woke me up and I realised that I eventually might have done something stupid. Note that I still don’t regret having tried to die, I only regret having panicked and called the emergencies. So, after I woke up from that…narcosis of thoughts, I called emergencies because…well, I was dying, and my survival instinct, curse on it, made me call the 144 (Swiss emergency number).

It is hard to describe how it feels to have a nail in the heart and lung. It felt like a punch, then no more pain for some minutes, just a disturbance where the nail was because it was moving. It was a like having a needle in the skin, but bigger obviously, and a little bit burning. No blood was spurting out, I wasn’t shouting in pain or begging for my life as some poeple asked me in my dm, I was “just“ in shock, so most of the physical pain signals were blocked because of the massive adrenaline release.

I also called the guard service of my company. Us Swiss need to serve yearly in the military duty, and I was in the middle of my yearly duty service. I called them to say I will not be able to come the next day because I had a pretty bad accident.

After that second call that felt very important to me at that particular moment, I went in my living room and waited the emergencies. The doctor of the village I live in arrived first and began to take my blood pressure and ECG, stething me and even if things were going a bit grey, I saw he was concerned. The nail was moving at each beat of my heart. I remember the bpm, that was of 32. Then I closed my eyes but stayed counscious. It was hard to keep the eyes open. It was damn hard to breath too. My pierced lung had accumulated some air in the pleural cavity and was slowly crushing my lung, pushing my heart and misplacing the rest of my internal organs. It became more evident in the ambulance (I’ll speak of that later).

The ambulance arrived and I walked to the bed they had prepared for me. It was hard to walk too, because it made the nail move and the pain was beginning to come back. I remember they injected something in me to help my heart beat and put me under oxygen, with the mask. Truly, you don’t know how needed those mask are until you are in need of one yourself. It helped me a lot with breathing but I still had a very bad breathing. The ambulance began its travel and drived fast to the CHUV, because it was the only hospital in my department that had the correct equipement. It was approximately 120km away from my home. But as it was 2-3am, no one was on the road so the ambulance travelled very fast. I remember…a lot from that ambulance, including when they needed to stop because breathing was impossible for me. The pneumothorax turned to be an acute pneumothorax and was beginning to push my heart and crush the right lung. They stopped the ambulance and pierced the pneumothorax. The sound, I will remember all my life I think. Pshhhhhhhh. Under pressure gas, really. Because…air was under pressure in my chest actually, and gas in the chest cavity is pretty bad usually.

Anyway, they drained the air and I could breath again. I heard some words but didn’t paid attention to them as they were not directed to me. I remember “very visible jugular“ words, that’s all. The ambulance travelled to the hospital and we arrived at the CHUV.

The CHUV is one of the biggest Swiss hospital. I arrived at the emergency department and at least 30 poeple were waiting there. Well, maybe not 30, but for how numb I was, that felt like a litteral crowd. I remember having thought “all those poeple for me ? but no, don’t, it’s not worth. Go to sleep“. Then they cut my pant with scissors, placed green sheets over my chest and began to sedate me I suppose ? I don’t remember. I do remember the bright flash light when the bed was pushed to the operating room, then I passed out. I don’t know if it was because of cardiac tamponad (the surgeon that operated me said I was very close to death when he opened me) or because of the ketamin they used to sedate me. They told me it was ketamin. No idea actually, I just trust my doctors about everything.

Anyway, the bright light, then the darkness.

And I woke up.

I fucking woke up.

My first words, once they removed the intubation tube to make me breath, were “and shit“.

I was sore, the same soreness as if you had pushed your body to its limit during a sport session and didn’t do the stretching. Everywhere was hurting, breathing was agony. My breathing volume was so low (they gave me that tuby tube thing to breath in to train again my lung to breath alone, I’ll send a pic if I can find it again). Moving my hand was sending pain in my chest, moving my head, moving my legs. Pain.

I got the visit of the psy who asked me straight away why I did that. I answered I wanted to die and still wanted to. I kinda still want too nowadays, but I’ll speak of that later. I got his visit 4-5 times for the week I was in hospital. I spent 3 days in ICU, 2 days in…“soins continus“ and 2-3 days in normal room. The time after I woke up meant nothing, I was completly disconnected and didn’t care about anything. To me it just felt like another failure, but this one like the ultaimate failure. I got the complete opposite of what I initially wanted.

It is a very strange feeling to have a breastbone in 2 pieces and not in one solid piece. I felt very vulnerable. And weak, so weak. That’s normal after such a big operation and long sedation, but still. My chest was smooth and tender, if a book was laid on it I felt it would make a hole.

Days at hospital could have been annoying, but to me, it wasn’t. I slept a lot, get drugged a lot (for painkiller), slept because of painkiller, then ate my food (one hour for a biscuit, otherwise I threw up), then slept again. Some visits, the psy, the police, my captain. My family. When i was physically better they put me in psychiatric hospital for a week and a half, then I went home. And that’s it. What happened during the night of the 30th of August.

But no death, not this time. Another time, maybe. Or not. I don’t know. For my mental state right now as I write this story, it is half half. I half want to die and half want to live. I take my medecine and go to every appointement with my psy. I think it’s helping ? In another hand I just think it’s a waste of time and they should focus on other poeple because I am not worth it. I know it’s depression that makes thought like that and that I should take distance from those, but it’s hard, very hard. Death is still pretty appealing and I uncounsciously look for another safe way of dying, but at the same time I don’t want to. See ? hard to explain, and severe ambivalence. Screw me.

#suicide #Open Heart Surgery #dark cardiophilia #cardiophilia

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 years

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⌘ + ✘... but u better do them AFTER your BREAK ASH

LOOK I am doing them DURING MY BREAK but also I’m taking another break again after I do them so... it still counts

This didn’t go in an explicitly sick direction but... features @untilthepainstarts‘s Lev because Dotty has yet to tell me to stop and I will never ever stop

“It would always start out as a relief, um, to just... to just be alone, you know?” Danny tosses the hackeysack - he’d found it in a box in his closet, and didn’t that bring back memories of being a snotty piece of shit in college - idly up in the air and catches it again, listening to the soft sshhhhk sound of it landing in his open palm.

He’s lying on his back on the couch, and it’s probably 4 am but he’s been up since 3 and he has the laptop open, Lev on the other side of the video call sitting slightly off-center, looking down at something.

One thing they’ve gotten good at is moments like this - they keep the video up so they can look at each other, but they don’t always have to. Especially in moments like this.

“Yeah, I get that,” Lev says without looking up. He’s maybe doing a crossword or something, Danny doesn’t know. But he has something he’s marking up with a pen, in any case.

Danny feels a twitch of a smile. Risky, doing the crossword in pen, if that’s what it is.

What’s risk when you’ve lived like we have, though, where it was a risk just to take a bite that you weren’t given permission to eat? Where it was a risk to fall asleep with the hand of a man who might slaughter you heavy on the back of your neck? When you have been hurt and hurt and hurt and hurt and it didn’t matter if you took the risk or not, he hurt you anyway?

“Then, you’re down there long enough and you just... time crawls. It would be hours and I thought it’d been days. Or weeks and I thought months. I could never remember how long, when he pulled me back, um, back up out of the cellar.”

He shivers, even now a lick of fear runs straight down his spine at the memory of the dark.

“Yeah, it’s easy to lose time, isn’t it?” Lev speaks with real sympathy, real kindness and affection. They speak more openly and casually about the agonies they’ve survived with each other than they do with their partners, sometimes.

The difference, Danny thinks, is that Lev’s abductor thought it was love - like Bram thought he loved Nate. In that... in that, Danny sometimes finds himself jealous of Lev’s torture, because at least for him there was some delusion of love.

He understands the madness in that thought. He tries not to have it. It creeps in anyway, around the edges.

“It is, it’s, um, it’s so easy to lose time. It really is. Eventually, though, he’d come back down, and tell me, um, tell me... ‘are you ready to be good now?’“

Lev shivers, visible through the slightly pixelated call screen. He writes something down with his pen.

“Then he’d pick me up, usually - I was usually too weak to walk on my own by then - and he’d carry me upstairs and put me in the bathtub to get clean and kiss my forehead and, um, and tell me all the ways I could be good this time... and...”

“And what?”

“It got to where I was so grateful to see him coming down the stairs that, um, I stopped seeing him as the one who put me there and instead, um I just-... I just saw him as the one who rescued me.”

#whump #trauma recovery #trauma recovery whump #untilthepainstarts #lev is my favorite #fucked up support group #reference to torture #reference to isolation #captor bonding #captivity #daniel michaelson's story

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silkylious · 3 years

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Hi dear. I’m the anon who requested an istp reader earlier and i’m so sorry I completely missed the requests closed sign. Congrats on 400 followers!! Your event is so cute and I’m here to request a matchup! I’m a straight 5’7 girl whose personality type is istp. I have long brown hair and brown eyes. I’m a figure skater who loves to read, write and watch anime. I also like to bake whenever I have time. I’m rather analytical, with my strengths lying in math and science and history as my weakest. My writing style is more poetic, consisting of long sentences, metaphors and personophication. I’m blunt and my humor is dry and witty. However, even though I usually can keep a cool head, I get flustered easily (it’s one of the things I hate most lmao). I generally don’t take BS and my style is minimalist. I prefer to stay in by myself rather than go out with large groups of people. If I had an SO, I would much rather stay in and enjoy each other’s presence than go out on elaborate dates. I have a really low social battery too. My music taste is all over the place, but I love Chase Atlantic and Arctic Monkeys. I’m more of a cat person, though I do love dogs, and I like nature and spending time outside. Hopefully that’s enough information! Thank you so much! - 🧩 anon

Thank you so much for sending this in!! <3 I hope you like your matchup! :3

I ship you with...

general relationship dynamic:

A match made in heaven or hell depending on who you ask

Similar enough to maintain stability, but different enough to keep things unpredictable and fun

Katsuki appreciates your rational nature, as he himself is extremely pragmatic. That common denominator relives the stress of having to deal with problems caused by emotional misunderstandings

I can definitely see this dynamic as a slowly building friendship at first

Your tendency to not let anyone walk all over you and keep a calm aura about you immediately attracted him, but simultaneously frustrated him to no visible end

The blatant contrast between your personalities instantaneously made him want to break that collected demeanor of yours.

All in the name of competition. At least it started out that way.

Battle after battle, bruise after bruise and trail after trail, the more hardships you faced together, the more teasing your remarks became.

What started out as him hurling every curse word known to man in hopes of shattering that nonchalant exterior of yours (and you ultimately ignoring him), slowly but surely turned into both of you exchanging well-crafted remarks.

Your sardonic humor was such a good match for him. Both knocked him off his high horse and left him in complete awe (and affection. Though he’d never admit it) of your quick, sarcastic wit all packaged in a light-hearted tone that didn’t wound his ego (too much).

More often than not, you’d fluster the hell out of him. Not that it was hard to get a reaction out of Bakugo Katsuki to begin with.

Your sharp responses just made him want to see you lose your cool even more. He never wallowed in his embarrassment too long, always too eager to grasp the next opportunity to turn the tables on you.

You bet your ass the first time he saw your composure slip, the bastard basked in it. Laughing to his heart’s content while you indignantly screeched at him to shut up.

He’d never forget that moment; and he made damn sure you wouldn’t either, not hesitating to bring it up whenever he wanted to put you in your place or just to get a rise out of you for the hell of it.

And from there it just doesn’t stop. He’s a quick learner and oddly observant, and he uses both those traits to his full advantage when picking on you. His relentless teasing never ceasing to give him the satisfaction of seeing your disheveled composure.

He also loved the gentle crease in your brows and that adorable pout on your lips whenever he verbally pushes you into a corner but that’s beside the point-

Not that it mattered anyway, you had plenty blackmail material of his less than dignified moments to spare.

Your friendship was easy going, trustworthy, reliable. But neither of you could admit your feelings to each other to save your lives. Much to the dismay of your friends, who had to watch the absolute clownery of you tip-toeing around your feelings in muted agony.

Cue perpetual pining.

Once you finally confess your feelings for each other, I honestly don’t see the relationship shifting much.

You act like really, really close friends who just happen to be affectionate and completely enamored by one another

I see Katsuki as a high energy person. Regardless of where he chooses to focus that energy, he needs external stimulus. More often than not, he directs his abundant energy into training and sparring. But generally, a lot of his excess energy is expelled through social interaction. Whether or not this social interaction is mirthful doesn’t really matter so long as he’s depleting his excessive energy.

Your low social battery might pose a small issue, dealing with Katsuki alone is like dealing with a dozen other less intense individuals. But you can easily work around it through your common interests and hobbies that can stimulate you both without depriving you into mental exhaustion

trivia:

Katsuki loves going on outdoor dates with you. A picnic in a secluded park, hiking, stargazing, camping- you name it

These dates are perfect for you two, combining your love for nature and privacy all the while giving him an activity to expel his stamina

Though he can’t say no a good at home date with you.

I absolutely adore the one headcanon about him being an amazing cook but a horrible baker

With a bit of coaxing on your part, you somehow manage to get him into baking. His skills are fucking abysmal.

He’s also distracting

Every time you try to bake together it almost always ends with both of you covered in flour with like three batches of burnt cookie dough, and childlike grins on your faces

Katsuki doesn’t really mind what the two of you do on dates, so long as he’s spending alone time with you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way

He’s a lost cause you figure. But he'll secretly practice at home, to his mother's dismay. But he doesn't care, it's all worth it in the end as he catches sight of pride and admiration in your eyes the one time he baked you a simple treat for your birthday

He made sure to learn your favorite baked goods, if only as a back up plan when he fucked up and needed to worm his way back into your arms

His curiosity was peaked when you’d told him that you’re a figure skater. So much so that one day he asks (read: demands) that you take him to an ice rink

As you show him one of your choreographies, he’s in a state of silent admiration

Katsuki is extremely kinesthetic, so he could easily pick up on the countless hours of hardwork you’d spent mastering your form, perfecting your footing, building up astounding flexibility to be able to preform and make it seem so effortless

The way your muscles pulled taut and relaxed again from stance to stance, the way small bruises lay proud on your skin as an indictive of all the effort you’d put into this sport all but made him fall in love with you again

When you strike a final pose, looking at him expectantly, noiselessly, he doesn’t say anything. But the star-eyed gaze and gentle smile he gave you spoke louder than any of his crude words ever could.

The cherry red in his eyes every so often melted so softly, it set your heart ablaze each and every time

He ended up reluctantly swallowing his pride and asking you to teach him a couple moves that day

You have study dates. All. The time.

He’s a jack of all trades so history is a no brainer for him. When you ask him to help you with it he begrudgingly complies.

Now whether or not his teaching actually helped is up to your imagination lmfao

I think one of Katsuki’s main love languages is quality time; you don’t even have to be actively helping each other while studying, just your presence around him sedates his mind exceptionally

Seconds tick by on his digital clock, each thirtieth tick he discreetly glances at you to make sure you’re still there, if he’s in the mood he’ll have to touch you in some way or another. Doesn’t even have to be affectionate, just your skin on his is enough to spur a content sigh out of him

when you’re simply reading a book or watching an anime together, he’ll lay his head on your lap without a word, or he’ll sit behind you with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Give it some time and his roughed-up hands will snake their way into your long hair, making a mess out of it, braiding and unbraiding it as he pleases. Tease him and he’ll instantly move

He loves reading your writing! To him, it’s like you’re inviting him into a corner of your mind. A corner very few get to explore, and he takes pride in that privilege

Can be a bit hesitant to give his full interpretations of your works at first, often just replying with one word “encouragements” but he quickly recognizes your discontent and tries to be a bit more open with his thoughts.

Slowly but surely he lets you into a corner of his mind as well, and you couldn’t be happier in those moments

[bus ride home]

The sun lovingly cast its last embers upon his face, framing and sculpting it with sharp shadows and soft reds into a breathtaking portrait as his matching crimson irises look far away, far beyond the sunset. He’s unfairly handsome. You huffed, forcing yourself to look away from what you could only describe as perfection, lest the last remnants of breath elude your lungs.

With your stare finally detached from him, all your senses started bleeding back into reality. The hum of soft rock buzzing through your plugged earbud caught your attention. Ah, this was one of your favorites. Your mind started painting his visage behind your closed lids, the music only added to the vividness of the dozen or so shades of oranges and yellows. You hummed along; the crescendo was steadily approaching.

“… But I crumble completely when you cry…”

The gentle tenor in your voice lulled Katsuki away from his muddled thoughts, instead focusing on your serenity. You’d always being good at keeping your cool, but this was different. With a tiny tug at your lips as they moved with each delicate syllable, you looked truly in your element. Angelic in a sense as the warm rays of dusk embraced you. He couldn’t look away from what he could only describe as perfection. His flushed ears barely picked up on the porcelain notes leaking from the unplugged earbud before his tongue started imitating your own.

“… In my imagination you’re waiting, lying on your side, with your hands between your thighs and a smile.”

One brown eye blinked open, surprised at the gruff bass joining your little jamming session. Katsuki snatched the unused earpiece and put in his own.

“Weren’t you the one that said my music taste is trash?” You raised an eyebrow.

“It is trash.” The glimmer in his gaze told you otherwise. You scoffed and looked away, attempting to hide the smile pulling on your lips.

The next song started playing.

#matchmaker silky #🧩 anon #bnha matchup #mha matchup #505 is the best am song dont @ me

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sabine-leo · 5 years

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Paradise Found - Part 1

Author: @sabine-leo

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston / Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Romance, Humour (who knows what I´ll add along the way)

Rating: M

Part: 1/?

Note: Here we are...I said I wanted to write something summer romancy with Tom and some of you jumped right into my cruise-boat ;) Thank you for inspiring the title @klbates22 and to everyone who commented and liked the idea! Feel free to jump into my asks or chat if you have an idea or need me to put in something specific in further Parts! I´ll try my best to make it work!

Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated and LOVED! Now kick back, relax and hopefully enjoy Part 1 of your summer romance with Tom!

xox Sabine

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They say, happiness comes in waves.

You took that quite literally and decided to leave everything that had weighed you down behind for a few weeks. Work, an ex-boyfriend that had cheated on you with his ex, the hectic life in general.

No, you were not sticking your head in the sand…just your toes! You needed to clear your head, breath the sea-air, feel the warm wind on your skin, the sand under your feet and let your mind relax in a hammock under the palm trees.

So, here you were. Standing at the shoreline, looking at the vast, blue green ocean that touched your feet with every new wave that tried to reach dry sand.

Closing your eyes with a smile, you took in the first rays of sunshine that the new dawn gifted you after your long journey. It had cost you quite a little fortune to get here, but it already had been worth it. The instance you dropped your bags, got rid of your shoes and ran down the few steps from your private cabin into the warm sand you felt a weight lift of your shoulders. An easing breath left your lungs. The next wave drenched your jeans. With a laugh you walked a few steps into the water and kicked the ensuing wave, splashing seawater onto yourself. Damn, that felt good.

Half soaked you walked out of the water a few minutes later and took in the view.

You had asked for a cabin on the far end of the little island. As private and small as this resort was, there wouldn´t have been any direct neighbours anyway, but you wanted the seclusion, the feeling of being alone. You could only make out one other path leading to a cabin before the natural shape of the island took a turn and secluded those two lodges. The very friendly driver, who had driven you and your luggage in a golf cart to your home for the next weeks, told you that there were only 3 other guests on the island. 2 of them pretty close to the central building that hosted a restaurant and a bar. You and one other person on the far end seeking seclusion and serenity.

Walking back to your cabin, you took it in for real now. The wooden home looked like out of an island dream. Dark wood, light, flowy- white curtains that swayed in the sea breathe through the wide-open double door windows. A solid roof but covered with palm-leaves gave it the typical beach flair. Inside, in an open space was a little kitchen, a lounge area and a table with 4 chairs. Secluded but with a phenomenal view of the beach was the bedroom with a double bed facing the ocean. Behind another door was a bathroom with a tub also facing the ocean. It really was heaven on earth.

After unpacking and changing out of your wet clothes you went outside again. In front of your cabin was a colourful hammock waiting for you. The palm trees offered a shadowy place to get a little nap in after traveling for a whole day and some hours to get to paradise. It did not take long for you to drift of. The soft sway, the warmth and the sea air adding to your tiredness, knocked you out quickly.

The first day was over pretty quickly. After sleeping peacefully in that hammock, getting some food into your hungry stomach and ordering the things you would need to cook for yourself the next days you saw that the sun was slowly setting again. Taking a stroll along the beach seemed like a good idea since you were well and rested now.

You did not bother to put on shoes, you just went directly to the shoreline in your short pants, the Bikini-top and the light blouse open on top to spare you the agony of a sunburn on the first day. The wet sand and the warm water felt so good on your feet that you walked for a good while before you sat down in the dry sand to watch the sunset. It really was a beautiful sight. The sky began to change from purest blue to the most extraordinary yellow, orange and red segue you had ever seen. Totally mesmerised you watched the sun kiss the ocean as someone walked into your view on the shoreline. He lifted a hand in greeting and stepped out of direct view again.

“Sorry, didn´t want to interrupt your sight!” He said with a deep and smooth voice and added before you could answer “Have a nice evening!” and continued on his way.

A bit louder you said to his tall, walking form.

“No worries, this won´t be my last sunset in paradise. You too!” He half turned with his next steps and you saw him nod and wave again. You lifted your hand too and smiled a little before turning your head back to the spectacle before you. When the last bit of the sun went into her ocean-bed you stood up and started to walk again, collecting driftwood on the way. On your way back to your cabin you had to walk past the one before yours. Since you were walking along the shoreline you would not disrupt the privacy of its occupant.

“Beautiful view…” That deep voice again. Your head snapped up. Leaning on a palm tree you could make out the shadow of the tall man. “Oh, sorry! Who´s interrupting the view now…” You chuckled and pointed to the shadow of the hammock before your cabin “…Just wanted to get back....”

The soft breeze carried an easy-going, deep chuckle to your ears.

“Now that would ruin my beautiful view…”

It took you a moment before you got the gist of the words and laughed quietly. A smile lit up your face, but he would not be able to see it, would he?

“Well…” you started walking again “…then I am sorry to ruin it…” You put your windswept hair back behind your ear. “…maybe you do have more luck come tomorrow!”

Now a deep laugh resonated from his tall form. “I shall look for a shooting star and wish on it!”

That voice sounded very British and very ear pleasing. You grinned as you kept walking back to your cabin. “Good night!” He said louder and pushed himself off the tree with a foot.

“Good night!” You answered half turning but continuing your way. The shadow of the man told you he was tall and lean, his hand ruffled through his hair as he watched you for a second before you turned around.

The next day started late due to jet-lag but nobody was complaining that you were sleeping in, the bed next to you empty. For a second you thought about how nice it would be to enjoy the view from this bed with someone by your side. But then again, you never had a problem with being alone and you were certainly not missing your ex. That chapter of your life got closed some months ago. You stretched your limbs and got up. After donning a sporty bikini, you stepped out started to grin and walked onto the beach. The moment your feet hit the toasty warm sand you took off in a run with a laugh.

Some hundred meters away a head snapped up in another hammock and a laugh escaped in a deep male tone as he saw you running into the water, jumping over waves and somewhat elegantly but definitely joyfully taking a header into the ocean. Yes, he thought, unquestionably a beautiful view. His breath caught as he saw you come out of the water some minutes later, disappearing into your own hammock. Now he needed some cooling-down…

There was nothing better than salty water on your skin, drying off while swaying in a warm summer breeze. In a hammock. Under a palm tree. Watching the ocean. That was until you saw your “neighbour” walking towards the water. A low sitting navy blue shorts the only cover his undoubtedly hot body wore. Even from afar you could see the defined muscles on his back. Changing your position a little to unashamedly watch him getting nearer and nearer to the water you laughed as he too jolted into a run and elegantly took a header. You pushed your sunglasses up on your nose and let one foot dangle out of the hammock to give it another push as he emerged from the water again and walked to shore. His hand pushing back his wet hair.

“Oh, blimey this is just cruel!” You gasped out as you saw his wet torso in full display and instantly felt a pang of guilt for ogling him like that. “Talk about a beautiful view...” You murmured and laughingly shook your head, closed your eyes and dropped the straw-hat onto your face with a groan.

The soft sway of the hammock calmed you down again… as did the sound of the ocean.

You smiled softly and took a deep, deep breath.

“Hammock for two…how convenient…” You heard a deep voice say as your hat got lifted off your face and some drops of water hit your warm skin. Before you could say something, before you could even grasp what was happening a wet body balanced itself into the hammock. Blue eyes looked deep into yours and the weight of his lean body made you tilt sideways, flush against him. A smirk toyed with his lips as his tongue came out to wet them. “Hi, thought I´d come over to properly introduce myself…”

“Oh…” was all you got out before he grabbed your waist, tugged you on top of him and introduced his lips to yours in a hot, sizzling hot kiss. His big hands stroked simultaneously up and down your back. He grabbed the back of your head and your butt and squeezed while his tongue darted out to seek shelter with yours. “Hi!” He grinned near your lips afterwards and put a strand of hair behind your ear before he began a new kiss that let your skin tingle as if electricity pulsed through your veins.

A honk from an arriving golf cart yanked you up straight. Whirling your arms around like a damn bird wanting to take flight you almost toppled out of the hammock.

“Your delivery Miss!”

Looking around a little dazed you just nodded and tried to get a grip on your surroundings again. You were still laying in the hammock in front of your cabin…but alone.

Dang! You must have been fallen asleep right after that handsome man walked out of the water, initiating a wet dream instantly.

Rolling your eyes at yourself you got out of the hammock as the delivery man came out of your cabin again and said his goodbyes. Going inside yourself to put everything away you grunted with a breathless laugh. “Honk if you´re horny!”

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veryveryverytemporarily · 4 years

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As promised Chapter 3 of The Best Man. The boys go rowing in this chapter for the first time but in separate boats for now. 😂 Naturally Aaron is a strong rower and Robert struggles with his competitive instinct 😂😂 After they go back to their shared hotel room 😉

Link for Ao3 here. The standard of writing isn’t glowing lmao. but I’ve had a go at editing below.

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Chapter 3

The water on the Thames was its usual murky olive green. Trees overhung the river and moorhens floated around under the weeping willows.

A large group arrived on the river bank and Laura quickly partnered up pairs for boats.

Melissa looked particularly beautiful in short shorts and a halter neck T shirt with her long dark hair shining in the sun. Many of the men hovered around her, tongues hanging out, which made Laura feel nervous. She placed a conspiratorial hand on Robert’s arm.

‘Please, partner with Melissa will you? She’s your family, well she’s going to be your family, isn’t she?’

Robert nodded and stepped forward

‘Mel, come on.’ He reached out a hand to help her step into a boat.

Melissa smiled.

‘Where’s Chrissie?’ She asked, having sat in the front with Robert behind her.

‘She had to go shopping with Rebecca.'

Melissa picked up the oars, though it was obvious she had little idea what she was doing, so Robert leaned forward to show her. He placed his hands over hers and showed her how to use her wrists to stroke forwards and backwards into the water to propel the boat forward. Looking across at the bank he saw Aaron watching him, also dressed in shorts and a sleeveless T –shirt climbing into a boat with Laura.

Aaron had the same impact on him this morning as he had the afternoon before. Robert found he needed to shift back against his bench, and gently adjust himself, hoping the attraction wasn’t too obvious.

‘Hey!’ he shouted across. ‘I am not sure about how fair this competition is going to be, Laura, if you pick the fittest partner!’

‘I know!’ She laughed ‘He is rather lovely, isn’t he?’

Robert screwed up his face. ‘Didn’t mean that sort of fit,’ he scoffed, and watched Aaron’s face.

‘Yeah mate!’ Aaron called across, ’Keep telling yourself that!’

Robert put on his sunglasses and grinned.

‘Okay, the first stretch is to Orchid Island,’ Laura instructed.’It’s about forty minutes away, and the last boat there will get a forfeit, so beware!’

The boats set off. Robert enjoyed the journey even though Melissa struggled to find any rhythm in her stroke and they soon fell behind the others. Robert decided, against his better nature, not to care that they were being overtaken by a number of boats and suppressed his competitive urges.

‘How are you doing Mel?’ He asked ‘Are you alright? Do you need a rest or anything?’

‘No, isn’t this just lovely?’ she answered.

‘Put your oars down for a while, and I’ll row on my own,’ he offered,

She shifted round and gave him a smile under lowered eyelids ’Thanks.’

‘So Mel. I’m guessing you have a boyfriend? Isn’t he here?’ Robert asked.

‘No I don’t,’ she answered, ‘But there is someone I like.’

‘Well I hope he deserves a beautiful girl like you,’ Robert replied distractedly, watching the horizon where the river bent.

‘I don’t know yet,’ she replied.

As they rounded onto Orchid Island they were met by laughs and klaxons.

‘Alright! So what?’ Robert objected. ‘We were slow. We were enjoying the scenery.’

Laura shouted out, ‘But we warned you - there’s a forfeit!’

‘Yeah? What’s that then?’

‘Well, you’re going to wear a blindfold, then three people will kiss you and you’re going to rate them out of 10.’

Robert spluttered.

‘Wha...Seriously? That sounds more like a stag do!’

‘This is nearly a stag do! Except the groom isn’t here right now, ’ Laura quipped back. ‘But anyway. Nah!’ she laughed.‘But look behind you!’

Robert turned in time to see a group of lads ducking under the water. The next thing the boat was rocking violently and before they could draw a breath they had been capsized and were under water in the cold Thames. Robert surfaced, gasping and spitting out river water.

‘Fu..... Ha, ha! Very funny!’ he spluttered.

And then he looked round for Melissa. She hadn’t reappeared. Time seemed to grind to halt, she still didn’t appear. A wave of adrenaline hit Robert. He called her name and some of the others joined in. Where was she? He dived under. When he emerged she was in his arms but it was clear she was unconscious. Robert swam with her towards the land where Laura, Aaron and others all ran into the water to help him carry her out. Her eyes were closed and she didn’t seem to be breathing.

‘Shit’ Robert said.

Aaron stood next to him and placed a hand on his back. Laura started CPR. Robert ran his hands through his hair, watching in agony. What kind of a wedding would this turn out to be with one of the bridesmaids drowned on the first day?

Suddenly Melissa started coughing up water. Robert ran forward and dropped down next to her, taking her hand.

‘Hey! You silly girl you gave us a real scare there!’ He turned and gave Laura a grateful smile.

‘I can’t swim,’ Melissa groaned.

‘Really? Wow!’ Robert laughed.

Laura called an ambulance to meet them at the nearest riverside location. Melissa asked for Robert to go with them, and Aaron, who wouldn’t give up on his rowing partner, also jumped in the back of the ambulance. The para medics gave them blankets since their clothes were wet. In spite of that, Robert started shaking and Aaron looked concerned. Robert smiled apologetically.

‘Always get cold very easily,’ he stammered. ‘I must have poor circulation or something.’

Aaron smiled back.

‘Could be, you know, a bit of shock too, you did actually dive in and rescue this lass you realize.’

He turned to the paramedics. ‘Do you have a hot cup of tea or something for my friend?’ he asked.

After it was confirmed that Melissa was going to be alright but needed to be kept in for routine observation, Laura insisted the boys go home. She fished in her backpack and pulled out a bottle of Champagne.

‘Drink this!’ She instructed them. 'Imagine I am with you, because believe me I would enjoy it if I were!’

Robert gave her a hug. She was tough and his admiration for her had only increased over the last few hours. She patted his shoulder. ‘Go back and have a hot shower. See you this evening, you idiot.’

Back at the hotel, the boys went up to the room. Robert placed the champagne on the dressing table.

‘We’ll need glasses.’

‘Here.’ Aaron fished some out of a cabinet.

Robert poured them each a glass which they drank down quickly, and then poured a second. He called Chrissie, who was still out shopping, and explained briefly what had happened, and she told him she would go to the hospital to see Melissa and catch up with him later.

Robert felt the champagne go quickly to his head. He sat down heavily, letting relief wash over him. Then he looked at Aaron carefully for a moment.

‘Your eyes are lovely. You have blue eyes,’ he said suddenly, and then didn’t know why he had said it. Aaron laughed.

‘What’s so special about blue eyes? You have blue eyes too,well, greeny blue.’

Robert tipped the last of the champagne into the glasses. He was starting to shiver once again. Aaron noticed.

‘You get your shower first. Your lips still look a bit blue. You seriously need to warm up, mate.’

Robert laughed. ‘Are you looking at my lips?’

Aaron rolled his eyes. ‘Are you flirting with me?’ he asked back.

Robert spread his arms in defense. ‘You mentioned lips’ he replied, leaving Aaron shaking his head as he countered.

‘Well, you mentioned eyes!’

He stayed under the shower a long time, letting the warm water seep into him. It was his turn to emerge with the towel round his waist, his blond hair wet and combed back. He noticed Aaron’s eyes flicker over his body, but slipped gratefully into his bed as Aaron prepared to get into the shower himself. Before he knew it sleep overtook him.

When Robert woke and looked at the time he saw it was already late afternoon. He felt ravenously hungry and slightly hung over.

Looking across the room he saw Aaron asleep on his bed on his stomach. His head was turned to one side and his arms were spread out at his sides. He looked so beautiful, his face relaxed against the mattress. Robert fleetingly allowed himself to imagine slipping under the sheet between his thighs, stroking a hand up over his back and neck.

He shook his head and frowned. He decided to get up, stepping out of the bed and going to the wardrobe to retrieve some clothes, pushing his hand down on the semi hard on that had appeared.

The noise of the wardrobe door opening must have woken Aaron because when he turned he was shuffling himself up to a sitting position against his headboard and blinking at the sight of Robert naked in front of him.

‘Enjoying the view?’ Robert smirked.

‘Ugh. Well one of us is clearly enjoying something!’ Aaron snapped back, referring to Robert’s state of semi arousal that was not intending to settle down any time soon.

‘Yeah, well. Admit it. You’re impressed.’ Robert smirked again finally pulling on some boxers he found in the draw.

Aaron just laughed. ‘Get over yourself.’

‘Come on then. You give me a show! We can find a measuring tape if you like.’ Robert laughed back.

‘And you are what...8 years old?’ Aaron replied.

Robert persisted though.

‘No, just it’s only fair, right? I showed you mine so ...’

Aaron sighed. ‘You know for a straight guy you really are a complete dick.’

Robert was just about to step in the bathroom but froze suddenly.

‘I don’t like labels,’ he said, and then shut the door, leaving Aaron blinking in confusion.

That evening Robert and Laura were treated as heroic rescuers by the party, and particularly the Whites. Robert found himself quietly amused at how well fate had treated him this time around, without any scheming required on his own part.

Even Adam spoke up in his praises, walking up with Aaron by his side.

‘Nice one Robert. Rebecca is made up that Melissa is going to be OK.’

‘Thanks.’ He inclined his head. Then he blurted out a question, ‘Are you too joined at the hip or something?’ It sounded aggressive.

‘What?’ Aaron scoffed.

‘Just wondered, that’s all.’

Robert walked away, mentally kicking himself. This best man was getting to him. He needed to do something, so he sought out Chrissie.

‘What’s the plan for tomorrow?’

‘Well Rebecca and I still have things to do in town.’

‘Great. I do too. I’ll come with you if you think you can bear having me around. And I also thought I might just check out the hotel situation. It’s killing me being in separate rooms.’

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tiny-crecher · 5 years

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Day 3 - Technology

W/ Stephen and Jay

- this sounded better while I was writing it

- in which stephen and jay are two complete dumbasses... -

Stephen had heard the front door open a few minutes ago, which meant that one of his friends was home. Which friend it was exactly, he wasn’t sure. Jay usually went straight to his room, Dan always announced his return as soon as he stepped inside, and Hosuh rarely came home this early. Stephen didn’t care too much though, so he just continued playing video games.

“Knock knock,” someone said from outside Stephen’s bedroom door. It was pushed open, and Jay stuck his head through.

Stephen took his headphones off and slid them around his neck. “You usually go straight to your room,” he noted, and laughed. “What do you want, Jay?”

“Come downstairs for a sec.” Jay exited the room.

Stephen paused his game and set his headphones on the desk. He left his bedroom and followed his friend downstairs, curious.

Jay sat in the living room, fiddling with something on the coffee table.

“So, what was it you wanted to show me?”

“Oh, this!” Jay picked up the thing he was messing with and showed it to Stephen.

It was a machine of some sort, about the size of a large briefcase. It had lots of different buttons and levers and switches and light bulbs and it was all very, very confusing and it was starting to make Stephen’s head hurt by just looking at it.

“Okay…” Stephen looked away from the machine and back Jay. “And this is… what, exactly?”

“Okay, so you know how one of my old professors was absolutely convinced he could change the size and mass of objects and basically recreate Ant-Man before he was arrested last month for having ‘illegal substances’, which I’m still pretty sure were some weird drugs he was using?”

“Uh… sure?”

“Well, they still haven’t cleaned out his old storage closet, for some reason, and I was in there today, and-”

“Wait, wait,” Stephen interrupted. “Why were you in his old storage closet?”

“That’s not important. Anyway, I was searching around in the back and I saw this thing hidden under some junk, and I think it was one of his prototypes? You know, for the whole Ant-Man bullshit. So I figured I could see if it at least does anything, and if not, take it apart and make something else that actually works.”

“So… you basically stole a random, unfinished machine from the storage closet of a weird, kinda shady science professor and you have no idea what it does?”

“Well… yeah basically.”

“Do you even know how to turn it on?”

“There’s literally a power switch right here, Stephen. It’s not difficult.”

Jay set the machine back down on the coffee table and flipped an extremely small switch, which Stephen would have absolutely looked over if it had not been pointed out. The machine began to vibrate a bit, and the screens covering it began displaying green letters, numbers, and symbols.”

“So… do you know what any of this does?” Stephen asked.

“Not a clue. I was just going to press buttons and stuff until something happens.”

“That seems extremely stupid.”

Jay shrugged. “Eh. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Stephen arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Look, I’ll flip a switch,” Jay said.

He reached over and flicked one of the red switches into a different position. The machine made a series of beeps, but otherwise, did nothing. “See? It’s fine.”

“If you say so…” Stephen tentatively reached forward and pushed a button. A couple of the screens flashed a series of numbers and symbols.

“Do you think this does anything?” Jay pointed out a small number pad on the side of the machine.

“Seeing what this has done so far, probably not.” Stephen sat down on the floor.

Jay squinted at the number pad for a bit, before punching in a few numbers.

“Four-twenty? Real mature, Jay. Besides, it’s a five digit code.” Stephen gestured to the five lightbulbs above the pad, three of which were lit up.

Jay sat down next to Stephen and punched in another couple numbers. Six and nine.

Stephen laughed. “Whatever, dude.” He reached over and hit enter.

The machine made another series of beeps, and started making a soft mechanical whirring noise.

“Well, that did something. Go hit another button.” Jay leaned back on his hands.

Stephen took the machine off of the table and put it in his lap, convinced it was harmless. His eyes skimmed all of the different switches and dials, before landing on a singular red button on top. He pushed it with his thumb.

The strange humming the machine was already making became louder. The screens began blinking different symbols way too fast to even catch, and the lightbulbs were all flashing different colors.

“What did you do?!” Jay exclaimed, staring at it.

“I don’t know! I just pressed a button!”

“Just turn it off!”

Beep

“It’s not turning off...”

Beep

“What do you mean ‘it’s not turning off’?”

Beep

“What do you think I mea-”

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

The world went black. Or was it white? Stephen didn’t really know. His body felt weird. No, he couldn’t feel it at all. No, that wasn’t right either. He was in pure agony, yet it also didn’t hurt. How much time was passing? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? What is time, anyway? His head felt like it was filled with fog. That was the only thing he was sure of.

Stephen fell hard against the floor, as if he had fallen off of something. He slowly blinked his eyes open, although he didn’t remember closing them. He immediately squeezed them shut again as a striking pain bolted through his head.

“It worked…” he heard Jay say softly. “Oh my god, it worked!”

“What?” Stephen muttered, slowly reopening his eyes. “What wor-“

As he fully opened his eyes, he realized what happened.

Everything around him was huge. No, no. He was just small. Really small.

“This is incredible!” He heard Jay exclaim again.

And then he saw his friend looming over him. There wasn’t any malicious intent, of course. After all, Jay was his friend. But at this size…

It was rather intimidating, to put it lightly.

“H- Hey…” Stephen stuttered.

And then he was lifted off the floor.

Stephen hadn’t expected Jay to pick him up, and, frankly, he didn’t want to be trapped between his friend’s fingers. He squirmed, trying to escape, before realizing that he’d rather not fall to his death.

“This shouldn’t even be possible! Are you okay? Do you feel the same?” Jay was talking a mile a minute, and Stephen’s head was starting to hurt again. He put his hand up to silence his friend.

“Please just… put me down,” Stephen said. “Preferably on the table.”

“Oh, sure.”

Jay gently set Stephen on the coffee table, and he immediately sat down to avoid passing out from the ever-growing pain in his head.

“So… now what?” Jay asked, his face a little too close for Stephen’s liking.

“I don’t know, maybe changing me back?”

“I mean… I can try…” Jay took the machine, which had fallen on the floor, and began looking over the different buttons and switches, as if they would tell him something.

Stephen felt like his head was being ripped apart. Like he was being torn limb to limb, and sewn back together over and over and over again in the span of a millisecond. The world was flashing colors brighter than he’d ever seen. Pain spiked through his whole body. Was this what Hell was like? He would have screamed if his throat wasn’t being clawed out by demons one could only find in the depths of the most twisted minds.

Stephen found himself sitting on the table, back to his usual height.

Jay seemed shocked. “I guess that worked…?”

Stephen grabbed the machine and threw it against the ground, destroying it.

“What are you doing?!” Jay exclaimed.

Stephen stared him dead in the eye, but he didn’t say a word.

#danplan #inktoberplan #danplan gt fic

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quirkykayleetam · 5 years

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Broken Pieces Pt. 4: Beth’s Answer

Beth knew something was wrong as soon as Jay didn’t walk through the doors of their apartment building at exactly 5:37 pm.

She imagined what always happened at time, what should have been happening then: Jay would check their mail, draining the last drops of soda from a Grape Crush can. Condensing the aluminum, they would smile to themselves and deftly toss the can into the recycling bin while humming a wordless tune. They would switch their mail to their left hand before heading up the stairs to knock on Beth’s door and tell her the stock market index. Beth didn’t know why Jay did this. To her knowledge, neither of them owned stocks, but it made Jay feel better, so Beth always smiled and wished them well.

That was their routine. That was safe. This emptiness was not.

“Calm down,” Beth muttered to herself, sipping herbal tea from a hideously orange discount mug. “The kid could have a night out with friends. (On a Thursday?) They could work late. (Despite their painstaking precision) They could...have a date?”

Beth shouldn’t be worried about them. Not when they were just a few minutes late.

But then Jay didn’t show up to the apartment’s lounge the next morning to help Beth with her crossword puzzle. They didn’t tease her about ignoring the Sudoku or make faces at her mug of tea. Beth grit her teeth and shut her eyes. She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to act, to do something, to try to right this wrong in the world.

“What’s the name?”

“Jay. Well, technically Jonathan Anthony Young. Junior. Their dad died a few years ago and they’ve gone by Jay ever since.”

Beth knew she was rambling, but she couldn’t help it. The police station made her nervous and the cop behind the desk just wouldn’t seem to listen.

“Age?”

“26. Maybe 27? They don’t talk about their birthday much because they hate being the center of attention and never want folks to make a fuss.”

“And you are?”

“Their neighbor.”

“Just a neighbor?”

“A friend.”

Beth squeezed her hands together. She needed more caffeine.

“Look, are you sure he didn’t just go out of town for a few days without telling you? I mean, it’s not like you’re family,” the cop said, fake sympathy dripping from her voice.

That was it. Beth had had enough. She slammed her shaking hands down on the desk in front of her.

“Look, the kid has OCD, okay? They don’t break their routines, not for anything or anyone. So when I say Jay didn’t meet me for tea and crosswords this morning I’m not saying that I miss them. I’m saying that they’re MISSING. If you don’t let me file a Missing Person’s report whatever happens to them is on you.”

***

72 hours.

Beth cursed under her breath as she left the precinct. 72 hours before the police would do anything. 72 hours before anyone else would even care. Beth tried to hold out half a hope that Jay’s fancy-pants computer job would notice when he didn’t show up in the morning, but she was too angry to think straight.

Jay was in trouble and she couldn’t help him. All she could do was wait.

Months passed. Beth had never felt more useless. Somedays her godawful mugs were filled with more whiskey than tea.

Then there was a knock on her door in 342 B.

“Elizabeth Martinez?”

The man in the suit eyed Beth warily, but remained professional. Whoever he was expecting, it obviously wasn’t an overweight 38-year-old secretary. His hands were full of papers and he was backed by stiff security guards.

Beth straightened her posture. She wouldn’t intimidated without a damn good reason.

“Yes,” she said, parking her body in the middle of her door.

“You were listed by Morgan Security as Jay’s emergency contact.”

The words almost made her knees buckle.

“What happened? Did you find him? Is he..?”

“He’s alive.”

Beth breath wooshed out of her in a rush. She felt something like relief for the first time in months and it terrified her.

“We’d like to discuss the details,” the suited man continued. “May we come in.”

Beth stepped back from the door.

***

Torture.

Beth’s hands gripped her mouth and her chest as they told her. Jay had been TORTURED. Apparently they’d held up well, hadn’t given up anything. Beth couldn’t care less about that. She just wanted to spare him that pain. That agony. Jay was just a kid. They didn’t deserve…

She shook her head and turned back to the conversation. That train of thought would take her nowhere. She couldn’t help Jay then, but she could as hell help them now.

Morgan Security didn’t want this to go public. Their clients’ trust in their company was paramount. The business didn’t want it shaken by a scandal like this. They offered to pay for all of Jay’s medical bills, rent for a house out of the city, a generous stipend for Beth so she could take care of Jay full time.

Remuneration, they called it. Thanks for Jay’s hard work and loyalty.

Beth called it Hush Money.

She still signed on the dotted line.

“Jay’s mother?” She demanded before the deal was done.

“Excuse me?”

“She’s sick. Lives in a psych ward at Felicity General. Jay always spent a considerable amount of their salary to keep her cared for and comfortable.”

“Certainly,” the suit said. “We can continue those arrangements.”

“Good. Now when can I see Jay?”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible.”

Beth squared her gaze and prepared for a fight.

“Jay’s parents are out of the picture. Their father is dead and their mother can’t tell a hawk from a handsaw. What do you want to bet that Jay put me down as primary carer on his medical forms too? Wait, I bet you already know that. So if you want to try to stop me from tracking that kid down and ramming 12 lawsuits down your throat, be my guest. I think it would be easier if you took me to him. Now.”

The suit straighten his tie and cleared his throat. He nodded.

Beth grabbed her purse to follow him out the door when she heard a soft murmur from the security guard behind her.

“All this trouble for one broken computer tech…”

Before she knew it, Beth was at the man’s throat, finger pointed firmly at his nose.

“You will never call Jay broken again, you hear me? They may be hurt. Hell, they may be hurting for the rest of their life. But they are a person, not a thing you can toss on the ground and just leave. They gave everything for you and even if they didn’t, they would still deserve your respect.”

She spit in the guard’s face. No one else moved.

“Now come with me,” she said darkly. “I’ve got a job for you.”

***

A flurry of activity met Beth and the suit as they walked into Jay’s spacious hospital room. Guards were stationed at every entrance. Beth wasn’t sure if they were supposed to make Jay feel safe or to protect Morgan Security’s investment.

“What’s wrong?” the suit said.

“Jay’s asking again,” said a nearby nurse, walking by with a used IV. “We’ve tried telling them that the operation took 8 hours or that they slept on and off for 3 days. They’re still agitated. We don’t want to sedate them until after the doctor has examined their ribs.”

Beth breezed passed the conversation until her eyes found the hospital bed. Immediately, her hands went to her mouth and chest again.

Jay was hardly recognizable. Even at 6’2,’’ they looked small. Starvation had withered them down to a bean pole. The parts of their skin that was visible above the blankets was purpled with bruises that seemed to sink into their body like they were still being beaten. Their hands were suspended above them, encased in white plaster casts with splints everywhere that Beth could see.

Jay was clearly exhausted and disoriented. Dark circles under his eyes betrayed in the wildness within. They thrashed against their restraints, trying to meet the gaze of everyone around them.

“How long?” they asked, voice cracking. “How long?”

“7 months, 24 days, and this morning,” Beth said loudly. Everyone in the room turned to look at her. She kept her eyes planted firmly on Jay’s.

“You’ve been gone for 7 months, 24 days, and this morning,” she continued, motioning the security guard she accosted in her apartment to bring over a formidable cardboard box. “And we noticed, Jay. We missed you every second. We would never let you fade away.”

The patient’s struggling ceased. Jay looked back at Beth, still lost.

She went to the box and lifted newspaper after newspaper out of it, bringing all she could hold in her arms to Jay’s bedside. She held them up one by one so Jay could see the dates, the tangible proof that time existed outside of whatever cell he was held in, proof that they were out of there and that this, this was real.

“That’s today’s date, Jay-bird. That’s the date you are free.”

Jay, however, just kept scanning the page until he found the Sunday crossword.

“You didn’t do it,” they whispered.

“Of course not. I didn’t do any of them.” Beth said, gesturing to the box of papers. “I couldn’t. Not...not without you.”

She brushed curly blond hair back from Jay’s forehead as it tightened into a frown.

“But, I can’t...I can’t help you,” Jay said miserably, gesturing with his head at his splintered hands.

“Pfft, as if I ever let you write on my crosswords anyway!” Beth said gently. “Now will you settle down and let these doctors do their job? I don’t know about you, but I need a nap. Then you can help me with 12 down. It’s a stumper.”

For the first time sense the Faceless Men jumped them, Jay smiled. They settled back against the pillows, fading quickly into a deep and dreamless sleep.

@dragonyoudownwithme requested Anger Born of Worry. I’m pretty darn sure this counts!

I really wanted you all to meet Beth and (hopefully) love her like I do. Please let me know what you think!!!

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devnicolee · 5 years

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Snowfall (5)

Warnings: Slow burn (I realized this is a slow burn - I have been writing long chapters and this moves slow so I figured I should start saying that haha), Violence, Angst

Word Count: 3,487

*All mistakes are my own*

Zarah was dying. She was sure of it. And not in an overly dramatic "my life is falling apart" sort of way. No, she knew the silky, menacing hands of Death were reaching for her like she knew the sun would rise in the morning. She just wouldn’t be alive to see it.

She wondered what she would have done differently… if she had known she was sharing her last moments with her loved ones. The things she would have done, said. She would regret that, not appreciating how precious and limited her time was. Two years with M’Baku wasn’t enough, it seemed cruel of Hanuman to give them something so special and rip it away so suddenly, so harshly. They weren’t even given the opportunity to say goodbye.

The average lifespan in Wakanda was 102. So Zarah had plans… to grow old and grey with him. M’Baku wanted at least six kids, his own personal army, and she was more than willing to give him as many as time and her body would allow. They had decided to start trying after they hit two years of marriage. Their relationship had been a whirlwind up until their wedding day, friendship to dating to married in six short months. So they were holding off to give themselves more time to build a solid foundation. Then after their first-born son or daughter took the throne, they would retire and split their time between the Lodge with their grandchildren and a small cabin in the mountains. They would spend their days hiking, gardening, exploring the rest of Wakanda, all the things they wanted to do now but didn’t have time to. She could see it clear as day. M’Baku would have been the best father and Zarah would have tried to be a great mother, she would have given her kids the love and affection she never had. A few tears fell at the future that would only be allowed to exist in her dreams, a litany of unfulfilled promises that would die with her. But there was still a chance for M’Baku, his future still bursting with hope. He could still be a great father, have those six kids and retire in the mountains - it just won’t be with you, she noted to herself. Zarah wanted that for him, prayed he found peace once she was with the ancestors. She didn’t get to be his forever, but she was thankful for the time they had. Death in their culture wasn’t a goodbye anyway, she would see him again.

Before she could drown further in her sea of emotional despair, she felt her mind start to slip. She tried to fight it, tried to concentrate on anything else. It was hard though. Her brain seemed to beg her for another reprieve. When she succumbed to the darkness, she didn’t have to register the pure agony her body was in. Every breath she took sent sharp pains shooting through her chest. Her entire body was covered in various bruises and injuries, which meant every movement she made hurt. She was constantly afraid to move from the fetal position she curled herself into. Every time she tried, she was overcome with dizziness. Her vision blurred and her head pounded, forcing her to lay back down and wait for the symptoms to subside again. Her body temperature transitioned from shivering cold to burning hot. The only time she found peace was when her mind forced her into sweet oblivion.

It doesn’t matter though, she thought. As she lay shivering in the cold, clutching her body in a weak fetal position. Zarah had already accepted that she would likely die alone in this dark, cold cave. She hated herself for thinking that way. But her own helplessness hung around her neck like a noose, suffocating her. She failed the Jabari and her husband. She hadn’t fought back enough, didn’t use all the tools in her arsenal soon enough. She prayed they would forgive her if she couldn’t hold on anymore. She would try. As much as she wanted it to end, she knew she owed it to them to try until the last second.

Zarah lost the battle with her mind though, her eyes falling shut and sending her into a brief sleep.

"Wake up girl."

Zarah jolted awake as a sharp pain radiated from her side. She groaned and slowly opened her eyes to see Davu standing over her with his foot drawn back, ready to swing and kick her again. Zarah immediately tensed and rolled to protect her side. Tears stung her eyes as she attempted to breathe through the pain. She hated how broken she was, how broken he made her.

"No… please. I’m awake. What do you want?" Zarah’s words slurred and voice hoarse from a lack of water and overexertion of her vocal cords.

He roughly grabbed her arm and yanked her off the ground.

"It’s time."

“No, no please," she begged her captor for the first time. "I… I can’t do anymore. I’ll do anything… just please. I am begging you." Her words tumbled out of her in rushed sobs, her tone weary and tired.

Going back to that room, enduring another set of beatings, meant imminent death. Tears fell down her cheeks as she looked at him, silently praying he would grant her the one thing he seemed incapable of - mercy.

"You are pathetic," he spat. "You call yourself a chieftess, a leader but you can’t handle a little pain? He," Davu sneered, "is weak for choosing a feeble thing like you. You are both undeserving to lead."

She stared up at him, tears falling down her face. "I've done nothing to you. M’Baku and I leave you alone, don't bother you or your people. Why are you doing this?"

"Your husband humiliated me in front of our tribe. You both are destroying the Jabari. This is about righting centuries of wrongs. It is about ensuring that the souls of the Jabari aren’t destroyed. I and those like me understand that you are weak, your husband is weak. This is about proving that the Jabari deserve better than you and your chief’s lack of honor. Only Hanuman knows how you are in power, corrupting the minds of our people with useless technology... consorting with that vibranium-obsessed King and the Golden City. But they shall see how useless you are… when I am done with you, your brokenness will be all they see. I said, it is time."

He tightened his grip and dragged her toward that room. Each step reminding her that if this was to be her last night on Earth, she couldn’t leave without a fight.

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"What is the emergency N’Danna?" M’Baku called as he swept into the throne room after receiving a frenzied call from N’Danna minutes earlier.

N’Danna stood with T’Challa and Okoye holding a few pieces of fraying parchment paper in his hand.

"We know who has her."

"What? How? Who? Where is she?" Like a light switch, determination replaced the despondent expression on M’Baku’s face immediately. He fired off rapid questions as hope filled his heart for the first time in days.

"One of our operatives brought this to the Eastern Border Patrol. Davu took her."

"Davu? What? Where is he holding her?"

"Their compound. The main entrance is on the other side of the mountains but he says there are hidden entrances. One that is only two miles from her last location. He was able to escape and get a message to the border. She is there… he saw her twice. He saysthe command came straight from the top, orchestrated by Davu. He imagines some of the leaders of the sect had to help him but reasons are unclear… There is chatter amongst the lower ranks but nothing concrete."

"Forgive me, who is this man? Davu?" Shuri asked. After centuries of isolation, the Golden City was not well versed in the tribal history of the Jabari.

"Davu is the leader of a small faction of Jabari. The tribe just refers to them as the Cave Dwellers. They are a cult that live in a compound hidden in the Eastern mountains. Years ago, the tribal leaders determined that they were a threat to the Jabari so it is forbidden territory for the rest of the tribe. They aren’t allowed in our mountains anymore after he challenged Lord M’Baku to be chief. First time they had left the caves in years. Davu yielded."

"That sounds strangely familiar," Shuri quipped under her breath, earning her a discrete pinch on the arm from T’Challa.

"Could this be retribution for that?" Okoye inquired, ignoring her princess’s inappropriately-timed jokes.

N'Danna shook his head. "That was over 5 years ago. 3 years before M’Baku and Zarah finally wised up and got together. It could be…but it just seems odd that he would wait so long to enact revenge and choose her as his outlet."

"How would he have even known who Zarah was? What she looked like if they aren’t allowed in Jabariland and Jabari aren’t allowed in their territory? What do you all know about him?" Shuri asked.

"Ever since he challenged M’Baku, I have had a spy in their camp. Just to keep an eye on things. He rarely has anything to report. But he pass along information all the time to keep up his cover. Our chieftess’s identity wouldn’t have been anything worth keeping secret. We have considered that they could have spies among the Jabari but we have never really cared. We always knew they didn’t have enough men or resources to pull off an attack."

"Aside from the reports from our operative, we don’t think about them, don’t consider them at all. They leave us alone, we leave them alone… it’s been a sort of... unspoken agreement since the challenge."

"We should’ve never underestimated him. Davu is the smartest leader the dwellers have ever had. He knows us better than most. He is a defector - left the tribe when he was 18," N’Danna spat, his disgust evident in his voice.

"Could it be for a ransom? Holding her to force M’Baku to give up the throne?" Shuri interjected.

"Well if that was the case, he wouldn't wait almost 40 hours to make that known. Ransom demands come down quickly," Nakia answered, shaking her head.

"I didn’t know Davu before he defected. He is years older than M’Baku and I. I am not sure what his play could be here, what he would want with Zarah. She is an involved chieftess, don't get me wrong. But she doesn’t have any information that could help him attack the tribe or overthrow M’Baku," N'Danna said. He usually could find the strategy in the game before everyone else but even he was stumped.

"We can figure out his reasoning later. Gather your men, N'Danna. We end this now." M’Baku barked as he marched toward the door.

"Hold on Lord M’Baku." T’Challa caught up with the determined chief in the hallway, the rest of the team following close behind. "You need a plan. I take it you have never even been to their compound? Do you even know how to get in? You can’t just kick down the door or search an entire network of caves with no plan or, more importantly, no exit strategy."

"My wife is out there. I know where she is. I don’t care if I have to search 10 mountains worth of caves blindly. I am getting her back. Now get out of my way T’Challa. Do not make me move you." M’Baku’s threat didn’t phase the king, he continued to stand his ground.

"We must come up with a plan on how to extract her. Think about this as a warrior. They know those caves better than you. Who is to say they won’t just move her or harm her when they realize you are there?"

M’Baku struggled to hide his annoyance at the king, finding his ability to be right insufferable.

"Fine, you all have one hour. Formulate a plan or I am knocking down Davu’s front door myself," he asserted with finality.

T’Challa nodded in agreement before addressing N'Danna again.

"Did your guard say anything else? Her condition, what they are doing to her? Where they are keeping her?"

N'Danna rubbed the back of his neck, eyes trained on the floor to avoid the intense and expectant stare from his chief.

"He drew us a map of how to get from the compound entrance to her cell. He has only seen her twice. Davu gathered a group of the most dedicated members in the sect to watch her public beating. It is a ritual... a punishment for those they feel have disrespected the tenants of their faith. She has been beaten off and on. He wasn’t there but he heard her screams. He doesn’t believe she has much time left.”

N'Danna didn’t even need to look at M’Baku to know how he was feeling because he could feel the fury emanating off of his being.

M’Baku turned away from the group and directed his anger toward the nearest thing he could get his hands on. He threw a goblet and a few objects against the wall with all of his might. As they shattered and fell down to the floor, his anger did not break with them. He took a few deep breaths, his shoulders heaving as he tried to calm down. He finally had what he needed to save his wife but he might not make it in time. Because he wasted so much time ignoring what was right in front of him, so busy looking for enemies down the mountains and outside of Wakanda that he ignored the one in his own literal backyard. All the while, his wife was enduring beatings and poisonings, torture many trained soldiers wouldn’t hope to survive. And Zarah was strong, like all Jabari, she could hold her own. But her body wasn’t built for such pain. M’Baku would move heaven and earth to get her back but for the first time, he was forced to contend with what condition that would be in. He shook his head, pulling himself out of his guilt trip. There was no time for self loathing, panic or grief over his damaged ego and pride. He was in a race with Death and the Grim Reaper had a massive advantage. His resolve was firm - whatever condition he found her in, Zarah would receive the best care Wakanda could provide and all the love he could give, he would make sure of it.

"S-s-sorry… this is jus-" M’Baku said through gritted teeth as he struggled to regain his composure in front of the group.

"No apologies necessary… we will get her back brother. She is holding on, surviving for you. I know my sister, she can hold on a bit longer. We can’t give up on her, not when we are this close."

"Well, let us not waste anymore precious time. We will retrieve her tonight. Bast and Hanuman will it to be so," T’Challa declared with conviction befitting a king.

With their orders, the team set to work, formulating a plan to retrieve the young chieftess with their limited window of opportunity. Once they came knocking, it wouldn’t take long for Davu to find out. So they prepared, gathered everything and everyone needed to use the one thing Davu hated against him.

***

Zarah laid on the floor of the room, this one was much smaller as Davu towered over her. She supposed he grew tired of an audience, maybe her unwillingness to die made them all grow bored of her. She was smart, decided to put her brain to use and buy herself some time and distract him from raising her fists to her again.

"So what happens next? You kill me and then what? When my husband finds me, dead or alive, he will have all of you executed. Is that really what you want?" Her words were labored and painful, but she pushed through, hoping to find a crack in his ironclad facade.

"What makes you so sure he will find you? Hasn’t found you yet, has he?" Zarah wasn’t quick enough to keep the obvious pang of disappointment from crossing her face. She would never say it out loud but she expected him to find her faster than this, he was always there to save her when she was drowning. She had been flailing for 40 hours, water clogged, limps sore and oxygen running out by the second.

Where was he?

"Since you are dying, it doesn’t much matter if I tell you, I guess. I will be making contact with him tonight. And when I do, M’Baku will throw the throne and the Jabari at my feet to get you back."

"It doesn’t matter what you do to me. M’Baku will never give up the throne… and if he did, the Jabari will never accept you. You’re a traitor," she spat with all the venom she could muster, directing her frustrations and disappointments at her captor. She didn’t have the strength for physical punches, but she could still get a few verbal ones in. "You don’t know how to lead. You talk about M’Baku and I… but all I see is a man desperately grasping at power he isn’t fit to have. I may die soon but at least I know you’ll be close after me."

Davu’s pacing before her stilled. She wondered if she had finally struck a nerve. After a couple of minutes, he turned and stalked toward her. "You have a lot of nerve for a woman in your position. You don’t know as much as you think. I hoped all of this," he waved around, "would have taught you your place."

They stared at each other for a moment, predator and prey sizing each other up.

"What does he see in you?" Davu muttered, his eyes sweeping up and down her body. "I mean I see why physically, you have quite the body but that only gets you so far. What use is a chieftess that doesn’t understand tradition and her role?"

Zarah shook her head, "I understand trad-" she was silenced as the back of his hand came down on her cheek. It didn’t even hurt at this point, a slap was insignificant in the light of everything else.

"The Jabari deserve a chieftess that understands how to serve… that her singular job is to be of service to her king. Perhaps it is time someone taught you that.”

He started to advance toward her but stopped suddenly. She didn’t understand until she heard it: indecipherable yells and screams on the other side of their door. Her eyes darted around the room in confusion as the door opened and slammed shut loudly, the click of the lock somehow floating above the chaos to her ears.

Three men ran up to her and Davu.

"My lord, they are here. We must hurry," one of them said, his voice hushed.

Davu made no attempts to move, his eyes pinging between the man and Zarah and clouded with a clear internal struggle. He seemed torn.

"But we are not done! We can’t leave now," he argued.

"Davu! Forget the plan. You can have her and lose your head or you can leave her and save your life. We can’t stay here and we can’t take her, she will slow us down. Hanuman doesn’t want you to die for her," another argued quietly, begging his master to see reason. "They will find us any minute. Their weapons... The lock won’t hold. We must go now."

Zarah didn’t understand the interaction as she watched, her mind starting to win its battle for rest. She was exhausted, the immediate threat to her stalled so her thin thread to the conscious world was quickly unraveling. The world seemed to get further and further away as she watched with hazy eyes as one of them lifted a small trapdoor for the group to climb into. The last thing she remembered was the sound of the trapdoor thudding closed with finality followed by the ear bursting noise of the room door blasting off its hinges before darkness claimed her.

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@muse-of-mbaku @destinio1 @great-neckpectations @missmohnique @dawva @jellybean531

As always, thanks for reading! I *hope* yall are still enjoying it/interested? I have 3 random one-shots of their dating/courtship phase that are just fluff and happiness (to counter the sadness I am creating LOL) that I hope to get out this weekend. I am also trying my hand at writing smut for the first time... I love reading it but writing it, whew the struggle haha. But I have a ton of time to write this weekend so we will see.

#black panther fanfiction #black panther imagines #black panther fics #m'baku x oc #m'baku imagine #winston duke #m'baku x reader

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imagine-your-warlords · 6 years

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Hello! Would yo do an imagine of Nobu wanting to be a goof ball but he can’t cause he is Nobu-effing-naga? Thank you!

this was super fun to write, i hope you enjoy it! It did get a little bit more silly than i originally planned, but hopefully you can find the fluff. Thank you soooo much for the first request!

Your peals of laugher rang out through the hallway, catching Nobunaga - who was walking by your room - in a trance. Hm? What’s gotten her so amused? He thought, intrigued, and decided to make a quick stop before heading off to the tenshu.

He called your name, “I’m coming in,” and opened the door.

You were curled up, clutching your stomach as the laughter took over you. Your shoulders shook, and Nobunaga could swear he saw a single tear roll down your cheeks.

What was so funny?

A tiny movement caught his eye, and the warlord glanced up towards the ceiling. Had that tile just moved? “MC,” he frowned, “Was someone in here?”

You sobered up - just a little - and spoke through laughter, “Yeah, Sasuke.” You wiped the corner of your eyes, “He was just checking up on me, nothing else.”

That’s right, your fellow time-traveller. Nobunaga still didn’t like - and rightly so! - the idea of the enemy sneaking into your room, but you’ve convinced him before to make an exception for Sasuke. He was, Nobunaga begrudgingly admitted, your only tie to your original world, and he would not take that away from you.

“So what’s gotten you in this fit of laughter?”

Just the mention of it made you giggle again. “N-Nothing!” You paused, and when Nobunaga persisted, you gave in, “It’s just some stupid joke. You wouldn’t understand.”

Now that hurt. A man like Nobunaga? And you thought he wouldn’t understand a joke? “Try me.”

“I,” you shook your head, smiling, “I barely understand it myself! But here, watch-”

You raised one elbow up to your chest, and curled your head down to meet it. Both arms raised in one direction - “This is a dab.” You explained, “It’s this meme - er, trend - from my time, that when you succeed in something, you do it to celebrate. Like… a victory pose!”

Nobunaga nodded, “I see.” But that didn’t seem very funny, so…?

“Anyway, Sasuke apparently convinced Yukimura to do it at the end of their training spars and- oh lord, I just can’t-” You started laughing again at that mental image. You just hoped the universe wouldn’t collapse from all the meddling you and Sasuke did - bring memes back 500 years.

A smile cracked on his lips as he watched you laugh again, enjoying the sight without understanding the cause. And though you were a happy-go-lucky girl most of the time, he’d never seen you in quite this state before. It was nice.

But, it brought on that horrible feeling, the one that squeezed his chest until it hurt, the one that he knew he shouldn’t show you, but sometimes it was hard to restrain… The connection Sasuke had to you, Nobunaga would never have. No matter how much he told you he loved you, no matter how many times you shared his bed, no matter how many hours you spoke of your past - that bond was unachievable. It was the one thing the ambitious leader could never grasp. And it hurt.

“Tell me more.”

“Is something troubling you?” Your fingers combed through your beloved’s hair as he lay with his head on your lap. Your touch always calmed him, even when he could get no sleep.

“Mm.”

Nobunaga’s gaze, though on you, seemed distant, as though it were piercing through you and looking past you - or into you. Through all this time you’ve been together, you’ve learned to read him well, so you could see the gears turning in his head even now, deep in thought. Maybe he wouldn’t tell you, but you were here for him, anyway.

The night was quiet, save for the distant chirping of cicadas. The air - cool - caressing your skin through your disheveled kimono. You continued to stroke Nobunaga’s hair, finding the action as soothing as - you hoped - did he. His chiseled face, that gorgeous expression… it took everything you had to stop yourself from leaning down to kiss him, as you feared it’d interrupts his thoughts.

Suddenly, he spoke.

“What do you call a man after you cut off his feet?”

Your eyes widened. Just what was he thinking about? You hadn’t heard of any skirmishes lately, had Nobunaga kept a fight from you? Was it really causing him this much agony, to steal his thoughts away from you and mull over it all night-? He hadn’t gotten hurt, had he?

Nobunaga grinned, “De-feeted.”

You blinked. He stared back at you with that smug smile of his, awaiting your reaction. That…

Oh!

A joke?

You laughed, breathy and exasperated, not so much at the pun itself, but from relief. “Nobunaga! You worried me!” You scolded, gently slapping his arm. “What was that?”

“You laughed,” he grinned, though the smile faded, again into something thoughtful. “Though not as much as with..”

“As with?” You urged him to finish his thought.

He was silent for a moment, as though mulling over whether he should share these thoughts with you. He relinquished, letting out his envy with hopes to tame it. “As with Sasuke. You laugh a lot with him.”

“Oh, Nobunaga,” you sighed out, touched at this show of vulnerability. Briefly - just briefly, you swear - you considered taking this opportunity to tease him, to taunt him about the jealousy, but you didn’t have it in you, not when he lay on your lap, trying to make you laugh, telling the worst jokes in history-

“I love you as you are. Bad jokes and all.” You leaned down to press a gentle kiss on his forehead. “I’m happiest when I’m with you. That’s all I need.”

“But these memes-”

You grinned. “I have an idea, if you want to try it.”

All the warlords, and yourself, were sitting before Nobunaga at the next war council. It went on as it usually did, sharing new information and planning a new strategy…

“I have seen to it personally that the spies last seen around Azuchi have been captured, and are now awaiting interrogation.” Nobunaga looked you straight in the eye, holding his hands in front of himself, and flashed a grin-

“You know I had to do it to them.”

You burst out laughing.

#ikesen nobunaga #oda nobunaga #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #fluff #comedy #nobunaga #mineko811 #also includes sasuke but maybe i shouldn't tag him idk #since he's not the love interest #i also added a jealousy aspect to this huh #and memes #anyway pls send me some love if you liked this #only support can sustain me #send a request pls ilyyy

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flakandforay · 6 years

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HYYH: the Notes ( 180807 ) Theory

overall: following up with the upcoming comeback of bangtan, bighit decides to release another part of the HYYH: the Notes, and this time, it’s of Seokjin’s one in the year 22.

⇝ theory masterlist

theory: so based off from my previous HYYH: the Notes theory, i guess it is safe to say that Year 22, is the current year, in which possibly Seokjin begins to try and correct his mistakes; beginning with visiting Namjoon at the gas station based off from the HYYH: the Notes, R version, and seen in the BST JP. version.

Seokjin 11 April YEAR 22

With a screech, the car had barely came to a stop. I was so deep in thought that I didn’t see the light changing. Students in familiar uniforms were crossing the street and looking at me through the window. Some people were pointing at me. I forced a smile and bowed my head. I knew what I had to do. But I wasn’t unafraid. It was more of could I put an end to all these misfortunes and pain? What is the point of repeating the same failure mean that I wont be able to achieve success? But is it telling me to give up? Is our happiness just a meaningless hope? Uncomfortable thoughts like these raced through my mind.

At some point, I approached the intersection with a gas station and I could see Namjoon filling up some cars. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out slowly. I could see all of their faces when I tried to recall them one by one – Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook. I changed lanes and then entered the gas station. I didn’t want to give up. Even if there was a 1% chance, I wouldn’t give up. Through the window, I saw Namjoon approach.

but anyway, bighit drops these translations of Seokjin’s notes with the whole yellow-blue kind of colour; much like young forever.

Seokjin 3 August YEAR 22

I entered the storage classroom after opening the door of it. In the middle of one summer night, the yet to be hot air was mixed with mold and dust. In a moment, many scenes flashed across my mind. The shining heels of the principal’s, Namjoon’s expression as he stood outside, the last day that I turned around leaving Hoseok and went home alone. Suddenly, my head hurts and I had chills. A complicated emotion came over to me like pain, one that could be of annoyance and one that could be of fear. The obvious signal could be felt with my whole body, my whole heart. I had to get out of here.

Taehyung grabbed my arm, after reading my expression. “Hyung, try a little bit more. Just try to remember what happened here.” I shook off Taehyung’s hand and went in. With the heat wave, it has been a few hours that has passed. I was exhausted. The others looked at me with expressions that explained that they didn’t know what to say. Memory. The memory of when Taehyung spoke was meaningless to me. Maybe, that was what I did, maybe I could have done that, our story when we were together. That could have happened. That was what I hoped would have happened. Yet, this wasn’t the convicted memory. This wasn’t the experienced that I grasped. It has to be something that takes root deep down in your heart, your head and deep down in your soul. But at the place that I was at, everywhere was a bad memory. I was in pain, I wanted to run away.

A quarrel arose between me wanting to leave and Taehyung blocking my path. But we were both tired. Our attempts to hit or dodge or push felt tiring and heavy, much like a warm, viscous liquid. In a flash, Taehyung and my feet were tangled. I thought I had hit the wall, in the next moment, I staggered and was not thinking straight.

At first, there was no way I would have known what happened. Because of the thick dust, I had to close my eyes and I had a hard time breathing. Since I couldn’t breathe properly, I coughed a lot. “Are you okay?” Someone asked as I realized that I was on the floor. As I got up, I realized that what I saw as a wall was crumnling down. Beyond the wall, there was a wide space. For a short while, there was no movement. “Oh my god. How much time have we spent in this place?” Someone said. No one would have imagined that there was such a place beyond this wall. However, what is that over there? As the dust begun to settle down, my eyes grazed across a cabinet that was standing in the middle of the wide space.

Namjoon opened the door of the cabinet. I took a step closer. Inside, there was a notebook placed inside. Namjoon picked it up and turned the first page of it. In that moment, everyone stopped breathing. It was obvious that the notebook had been left behind for such a long time, yet on the first page was a name that I couldn’t even imagine. It was my father’s name. I snatched the book as Namjoon tried to turn another page. Though he was shocked, I couldn’t care. I went to the desk. I turned the pages of the notebook carefully as though they would crumble.

It was a diary of my father who handwrote everyday what he did experienced together with his friends when he was a high school student. There were stories everyday. Sometimes it skipped a month, other pages were unreadable because of the bloodstains. But still I knew that he went through the same things that I did. He made mistakes and blunders just like me, and kept on running and running to make up for them.

My father’s notebook recorded his own mistakes. In the end, he gave up and failed. He had forgotten, turned away and avoided them. He threw away his friends. On the last page of the notebook, there was nothing but black ink stains. The stains had bled through the pages. The next page and on the next page, the next page until the last page, those pages showed my father’s failures.

Many hours have passed and every angle was hazy. At the window with the cool breeze, I could see the darkest time of the day, the time before the sun rises. Namjoon and the other younger ones were asleep at where they sat down. I lifted my head and looked at the wall. This was where my father had personally written his name on. On top, there was a sentence written there. “This is where everything has started.”

The moment I closed the notebook, I felt as though something was starting from my fingertips all the way to arm. I saw faint letters appearing on the smeared ink stains. From behind the window, I could feel an ominous energy. It seemed that the sun would rise soon. Yet, it wasn’t the end of the night. It was the time where it’s not night and it’s not yet dawn. It was like a hint of darkness yet of a grayish light, letters appeared between the black lines.

The notebook held more memories than recorded. Above the letters, between the margins and the empty spaces were those memories that my father wanted to forget, things he didn’t want to remember but were left behind. The indentations of writing once the colour faded remained started to whirl underneath my fingertips were his struggles and fears, despair that he couldn’t overcome and his weak hopes. My father’s wounded soul remains here, right in this note.

As I closed the notebook, tears streamed down my eyes. I sat down there for a while and turned my head to my sleeping friends. One by one, I threw them away. Anyway, I don’t know when we would even return here. Here is our beginnings, I knew that when we are together, it is meaningful and when are together, we can smile happily, My first mistake, one that I never acknowledged by my mouth would remain as an open wound.

I thought that this isn’t just a coincidence. In the end, maybe I had to come to this place. And so, in the meantime, only then would I be able to find the meaning behind my mistakes, the pain and anxiety that we suffered as a result. For the first time, I was able to take a first step to find the map of my soul.

anyway, based on these notes, it seemed as though Seokjin accidentally found the notebook later on in the year where the boys have all separated. how they met each other, i am not too sure.

this could possibly be when Seokjin met up with Namjoon unexpectedly at the gas station in April YEAR 22. moving forward, in the next month, Jungkook ends up at the hospital etc based on these notes.

Jungkook 22 May YEAR 22

I thought my body was floating but in no time, it met the hard ground. For some time, I couldn’t feel anything. My entire body was so heavy that I couldn’t bear it, I couldn’t even lift my eyelids up. I couldn’t swallow or breathe either. As my senses dispersed, my surroundings became dim.

Then, something startled that caused my whole body to jolt spasmodically. In the agony and thirst of wherever the source was, I opened my eyes unknowingly. My vision was strained since it was covered by sand, yet within my view, something glimmered. I thought it was fire but it wasn’t. It was brightly lit yet faint, not moving at all in the air. It gradually took on a definite shape after some time. It was the moon.

The world was upside down as if my head broke. In that world, even the moon was upside down. I tried to cough to catch my breath but nothing moved. Suddenly, a chill came over me. I moved my mouth but no words ever came out. I didn’t close my eyes, but the world gradually became dark in front of me. As my senses became more weak and faded, someone spoke within a distance.

“Living is more painful than dying, but even so, do you want to live?”

to say, that a few months later on, on the 3 August YEAR 22, Seokjin and the boys met up again, and this time possibly to a place which they knew existed during their school days to which Seokjin stumbled upon his father's diary that held the same mistakes as him.

this would be similar to the BTS Begins VCR in which the boys are seen to have gathered again, and the fact that this is where people begin to notice that Seokjin is wearing an earpiece, much like how Seokjin is telling the principal about the boys.

possibly, with Seokjin finding this book, he realises he is walking the same path as his father and he wants to not repeat the same mistakes again.

but we’ll see later on, it seems like an endless cycle.

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The Sun’s Redemption

After some minor missions with the Freedom Fighters, Soler was documenting his findings on a recent Eggman attack, recounting the parts and dimensions of the new robot designs him and the other fighters found for Tails and Rotor to look into later. He liked being useful like this, and Tails and Rotor seemed genuinely thankful for keeping a record like this.

Soler, while fiddling with the documents, pushed his quills back and pulled the lower ones down to their natural curl upwards. It was a fluid movement, the white of his fur with the peach oval and white tuff that barely looped his shoulders shimmered slightly in the low lighting of the base…

His deep blue streaks over his quills glistened lightly as he passed the hallway lights into the office rooms of the secret base, deep in the brush of nature, and away from Eggman’s ever-searching eye.

The paper flipped over his white gloves with black crossing lines in the center of them, counting the pages to make sure he had everything from the rest of his team that were with him during the mission. His emerald green eyes scanned the documents until satisfied with what was written upon them.

The tapping of his crimson shoes with the same x-marked pattern overlapping each other rang with low toned echoes against the hard floor.

While he was about to finish setting the piles of notes and observations onto a nearby desk, he heard a loud and disapproving whine that turned his ears towards the commotion.

‘Huh?’ he thought to himself as he looked to see Amy pestering Sonic again.

“You never have any time for me!” she complained, shoving her arms straight down and closing her eyes as she trailed behind him. “Can’t we… I don’t know, have a picnic or something?” she shrugged, a pleading look in her eyes. “I just miss you… you’ve been working a lot lately and-” Soler noticed Sonic was preoccupied with other things, keeping her mostly taking to his back. She reached for a back quill of his, a longing look in her sorrowful eyes before he turned around.

“Not now Amy,” he stated, but it wasn’t harsh or dismissive in the least bit. Mostly, he was just busy, looking over at his communication watch and fanning some other people away from trying to speak with him further as well. “Maybe we can all hang out other time.” he didn’t even look up to acknowledge her, so whatever he was doing, it must have been pretty important.

Amy took a few steps after him, her hand still reaching before stopping and holding her hands close to her chest.

“...Maybe…” was she questioning him or agreeing to his statement? Soler couldn’t tell.

Seeing her face though… he felt something in his heart go out to the girl.

It made him a little mad, to say the least.

He wandered over, trying to not draw too much attention to himself and looked off after Sonic, standing next to Amy. “...He’s probably just protecting you.” He stated, “Doesn’t want…” he stopped himself, looking down and seeming forlorned now. “To cause you any pain.” Soler’s body froze up, little protruding icicles pierced slowly against his skin. It was aggravating, to say the least. Here’s someone who cares so much about Sonic, and yet, he doesn’t know what he has. No… it’s opposite. Amy doesn’t realize how much danger she places herself in… just because he exists.

‘Existence… So many lives could be spared if just certain people didn’t exist.’ He frowned inwardly for a moment before turning his attention back to Amy, giving her a plucky smile. “He’ll be okay. It’s you he’s probably worried about.”

“Huh?” Amy tilted her head, looking confused on his thought process. “Soler?” she shifted her body and came him a cute pout, placing her hands on her hips and leaning forward in authority. “I’m your senior fighter, sir! What makes you think I can’t take care of myself?”

“Come on, Soler! I’m a big girl now! Can’t you let me run up the hill on my own for a change?”

“Gah..!”

Soler shook his head, blinking his eyes as he stepped back.

‘Was that… it can’t be.’

“Soler?” Amy leaned away, seeming worried her joke may have frightened him. “I-... I didn’t mean to make you jumpy. You alright?”

She leaned her hand up to his head, “You seem a little pale… well, paler than usual, haha!” she kid again, but there was a fear in his eyes as he skittishly moved away from her hand.

“I… I have to go. Sorry.” he quickly looked away, rushing out as Amy hollered after him.

“Soler! Wait!” she took off after him. “What’s going on? What’s his problem anyway?” she pouted, worried she may have hurt his feelings.

Up on a hill near a shady tree while the winds beat against the leaves and the sun still peeked over the grassy plain, hanging on to the horizon’s ledge outside the Freedom Fighter’s base was Soler, sitting under the tree and sighing with a sniff in his nose.

He wasn’t crying, just cold.

His body shivered slightly and warmed himself up with a few rubs on his arms and legs. He didn’t mean to shove his business into Amy’s life… she was her own person, and he usually found her adoration for Sonic sweet. But today he just felt like it could have been…

“Luna!” Soler was much younger now, rushing up the hill as he stumbled a little but held his footing. “Your father’s worried sick about you!”

A beautiful silver-quilled hedgehog with quills that blew gracefully in the wind stood in front of the setting sun, smiling towards it before turning just ever so slightly towards Soler. The smile made him pause in his stride to her, admiring the breathtaking silhouette of the girl. It had taken him a while to own up to his feelings, but now that he had, it was a bit overwhelming to say the least. Her purple dress trailed to the side of her as she moved her blue bangs away from eye.

“And what about you, Soler..?” she giggled, “Are you worried about me too?”

He held the necklace she used to wear, silver with a sphere of black that would light up according to the moon’s glowing phase. It would be out soon… then he could see what the moon looked like. Clouds blocked his vision the last few nights, so the necklace was like holding a miniature moon in his hands. It was her namesake… and because of her, it was his treasure.

She didn’t seem so far when the moon came out. Maybe Amy felt like that too. As long as she could still be around Sonic, it wasn’t so bad…

‘Amy… I’m sorry.’ he gripped his white chest fur… bending down slightly at the pain of guilt that fed into his heart and locked itself away with no windows to let some air in and relieve him of the agony.

Was he just doomed to cause pain and trouble?

“Soler!”

His head flicked up, shocked to hear his name shouted so close to the edge of the Base’s secret camp. “A-Amy?” he turned back, but couldn’t see anything within the heavy forested jungle…

His eyes scanned with a squint that helped him see a little crisper—the fine details of the landscape—but still, no pink dots were popping up.

He was about to get up and search for her, worried she may be in trouble, or most likely get into it. But as he stepped his foot out to get under himself and stand, Amy charged from behind and tackled him. He reflexed and used his training to stiffen his arms out on the ground, keeping him from tumbling over as she laughed and released him, sitting beside him next to the tree.

“Got you! Haha! What are you doing way out here? Admiring the fading sunbeams?” she grinned eagerly, wanting to speak with him as she looked over the sunset… “It’s beautiful.” she commented, “Because it won’t set forever.”

He seemed confused, turning around and tried to hold back any frustration he felt at being spooked. It was… kinda funny, but it really surprised him!

“W-what are you doing here? I could have accidentally fought you off if you hadn’t said anything!” he dusted himself off and sat back down, looking a bit like he wanted to scold her but held it back. “Anyway, I’m glad you’re not hurt.” he sighed, relaxing back and letting the tension leave his body.

“I really surprised you, huh?” she laughed before looking over at the colors in the darkening sky again. “Sonic says the same thing…”

Soler looked away, feeling bad again. “About today... “ he began, scratching the back of his head as he sat more upright, not wanting to slouch. “Pink… I’m sorry about what I said.” he held his hands together out in front of him, loosely, only having the fingers intertwined.

“I wish I wasn’t there. Then I wouldn’t have said anything.”

“What?” Amy turned back to him, not sure what he was getting at. “What are you talking about? I’m happy you’re here.” she gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder. “I’m not sure what prompted the sudden warning, but I’m sure it was out of kindness.”

He turned away. “Yeah… well… I’m still sorry for disturbing you. You and Sonic… that’s completely different than mine…”

“Your..? Your what?” Amy removed the hand from his shoulder, tilting her head further in her confusion. “Soler… is there something you want to talk about?”

He flinched, “N-not really…” he looked back at the sun, hoping to change the subject. “You said something about the sun’s beauty being so because it fades? What do you mean by that?” He thought fast, a bit interested, but mostly to get her on another topic.

She did just that, starting to ramble. “Hehe! The colors, silly! The sight doesn’t last forever… that’s what makes it so beautiful. You have to be there, in the moment, the fleeting colors spread across the sky and capture your heart and imagination… What’s beautiful is that you treasure it longer because it’s not there all the time.”

He clung to his lunar necklace…

“The sun has to leave so the moon can rise and give a whole new experience to the earth…”

He turned his head away, closing his eyes tightly shut as the pain of his heart’s pricking icicles suddenly turned deadly and twisted into the sides of his heart.

“I know.” His voice wavered a moment, his true feelings coming out. “I know what that means.”

“...Soler?” Amy tenderly turned back, “Ah! Are you hurt!?” she moved in front of him, reaching out to see what he was clutching too.

His eyes opened wide, a new memory resurfacing…

“You’re hurt!”

Luna charged after him, seeing him trying to hide his wound.

“It’s fine.” He tried to gently usher her away, not wanting her to feel bad about his own injury. “It was…” he looked up a moment, seeing her eyes sparkle in their loving care. “...Worth it.” he was taken aback a moment. Never in his lonely life had he seen someone take so much time out of their own life to care about him this much.

“Nonsense! Here, let me dress that for you.” She stubbornly coaxed him down to the ground, getting out some natural medicine made from the surrounding plant life around her home village and began to treat him. He winced back at the pain, biting his jaw into place as he tried to not show it in front of her. He wanted to grin and bear it, but it wasn’t about trying to act cool in front of her. He just didn’t want her to suffer… watching him bleeding.

“You didn’t have to do that…” she commented, fixing him up before tightening the bandages as he held in another painful cry, puffing his cheeks up with air. ‘Mercy…’ he thought to himself. She smiled at his cute attempt to swallow the air back down but knew what it all meant. “But I’m very grateful you did.” she held him in a stare for a moment, but it felt like a long while to him. Looking into her eyes… was like watching a constellation go by…

She turned with a blush, “So is my father-!” she chimed in, clearing her throat at her obvious nerves that spiked as he didn’t look away from her. “A-and my village! We’re all in debt to your sacrifice and-and…”

He shook his head, a softer side coming out of him as his face turned to one of hope.

“As long as you’re alright, that’s all that matters.”

She turned back to him,... a little boldly, she cupped his face and smiled, hiding her face a bit as she dipped her head shyly and let hair slightly cover her weakened features from his kind words. “Thank you…”

She left it at that and scurried away, but his eyes never left hers, shaking at the touch that filled his cheek with a heat he hadn’t experienced before.

At the time, he didn’t mean anything much by it, only that he was happy to be a hero for a day. But after some time… he realized how much those words really meant,... in a moment… like that…

“Soler? You’re shaking!” Amy worriedly moved away. The daydream state he was in broke and he adjusted himself.

“S-sorry!” he kicked back to get himself sitting uprightly again, “I-I’ve been thinking back a lot on someone lately… it’s… it’s not something you need to concern yourself with though… it’s a sad story.” he thought that may sway her away from asking further, but instead, she sat comfortably down and put her head in her two hands, her elbows resting on the sides of her legs which were in the Indian-style position.

“...You’re not backing down… are you?” Soler smiled, he liked to see her this energetic and invested in people’s lives.

Maybe it would be okay… to tell her a thing or two about himself…

“...Her name was…” he choked up a minute, having to swallow. “Luna…”

As his tale went on, Amy began to tear up, hearing about the village and the girl he loved murdered right before his eyes. “It was all because of me. Neo Metal Sonic framed Shadow, murdered Luna to bring out my power through extreme stress and trauma…” he gripped his hands tightly, shaking them in renewed rage. “Now that I can fight, I want to protect those who can’t protect themselves! I want to make sure no one suffers as much as I did… as much as she did… as they all did…” he looked away. “It’s just better if I wasn’t around, you know? They could have lived their lives in gentle bliss. Up against the windy hills… the soft dirt and the clearest skies I’ve ever seen…” he looked up, seeing the daylight fade into the night.

“Oh!” he quickly fumbled to get his necklace, looking at the shape begin to take form and glow in it.

“Look!” he excitedly turned to show Amy, as she covered her mouth at how excited he looked to witness Luna’s pendant light up as the sun disappeared. “It’s just like you said… she would be here if…” he looked up into the sky. “If…” the glow from the pendant radiated the sight of the moon that rose quickly to the sky in front of him.

It was… amazing.

“It’s a Waning Gibbous or shrinking moon.” He explained, gazing at the stars as they began to come to life before his eyes. He was at peace for a moment, but his heart was still breaking from the ice that fell against the cold cave of his heart. “This is the first phase after the Full Moon occurs. It lasts about 7 days, with the Moon's illumination getting smaller each day until becoming a Last Quarter Moon... then it’ll shine at around half it’s normal glow. It rises after sunsets…” he looked at his necklace, his eyes arching back. “I hate that people can’t be happy unless I’m gone…”

“Nooo!!!” Amy leaped up, her eyes pouring out a storm of tears. “Don’t say that! Don’t ever say that!”

“W-woah!” He scooted back a bit, hitting himself against the tree. “What’s wrong?! Why are you crying!?” he freaked out, worried it was his fault somehow.

“Because she loved you so much!” she began to bawl, moving her hands to her eyes in a little bundle of a fist, crying into them. “Whahhha!!! You loved each other so much! I’m so sorry, Soler! But she wouldn’t want you to go away! She was happy with you!” she wiped her tears away quickly, sniffling and trying to compose herself.

“She was… happy…” Soler dipped his head down, “That’s the problem. She could have continued being happy if I never-”

“NOOOO!!!!” she cried harder, making him flinch back and stay silent this time.

‘W-what’s gotten into her?!’ he was a little freaked out, as Amy continued on.

“You gave her something that no one else could! I believe in destiny, and I believe—that no matter what you think—you two were made to find and save each other. Without her, would you have ever really ventured out to learn about your powers? Find Shadow? Us?”

He remained silent, but a slight bit of sunlight melted some of the cold that had formed in his heart.

“You’re like the sun, Soler! That’s what she loved about you!” Amy leaped forward, grabbing his hands.

“Ah!” he was a bit shocked by her boldness, but this was nothing new.

“You warmed their lives! You may not have been able to control your powers very well, but you did whatever you could to provide for them. Life can’t grow without the sun’s energy, Soler! You gave them something that they loved more than anything! You’re the reason they held such happy smiles on their faces! She loved cause you were you and you were there!” With a heavy heart, he starts to think back on the village. Were they happier before he came..?

No… they were terrified.

But after he came?

They were at peace… children could play safely in the streets and Luna’s Father ruled without worrying about dangers rising up to strike them. They were kept in the dark of their homes in constant panic… but when he showed up… when he came…

He felt a tear roll down his eye, and lifted an amazed finger to it, touching it as it moved.

“But they were taken from me… right before my eyes.” he closed his eyes, letting himself cry in front of her now, unable to hold it back as the ice in his heart that was melting away came out of his eyes. “They ended up suffering worse because of me! I was a little resistant to love them back at first… now I know why… I mean… if I had never gone to that village… I wouldn’t have… she… they all would have lived, wouldn’t they?” he looked at his soaked gloves. “These powers… I don’t know why I have them. All I know is that without Shadow’s help, I couldn’t have learned how to master them. Now I can save those people I couldn’t have before.”

“Soler… they loved you.” Amy moved back, “Why is that so hard to grasp? Even at the end, they were happy… they never could have had that joy if you weren’t there protecting them. Even with your powers untrained… you did everything you could to give them the life they had always wanted. I know if they were here—no… if Luna was here! She’d want you to shine for all the world! Giving light and hope, warmth and safety, to all those who have never known a loving, passionate, burning light like that before!” Amy withdrew her arms only to spring them out wide as the moon shone above her.

“Luna loved you! She loved you cause you were exactly what she needed! She could be the soft glow that lit up the darkness from your lonely, dreary life. She guided you to a purpose… and you gave her everything she had never known before! Soler! You gotta see yourself through her eyes!”

“...Through… her eyes..?”

“Soler…”

Luna turned to him, looking peaceful and relaxed as they sat before the sunset.

“Promise me… when you become the man you want to be… that you’ll never forget moments like this?”

“...What do you mean?” He turned to her, smiling as well as they held hands.

“Hehe!” she giggled, blushing but holding his hand a little tighter back.

“That no matter who needs it. You’ll always shine a ray of hope on whoever needs you. Promise me that?”

“Of course. That’s my only goal in life.”

“It’s a dream, Soler… a dream you can live in the broad daylight.” she looked up at the sun. “...I love that part of you, Soler. The part that won’t let himself be taken by the darkness…”

“Luna…” Soler remembered his dark side… and quickly wanted to warn her about it. “Luna, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Whatever it is, I know you’ll get through it.” she gave him a close-eyed smile, before hopping up and twirling around. “Ohh!!! The moon will be out soon! Quick! Tell me and then we can guess which phase it will be tonight!”

“B-but that’s not fair!” he laughed, “You always know what the moon’s going to be. It’s in your necklace!” she laughed and hid her secret.

“Whhhattt..? You calling me a cheater?” she teased, rushing off.

“Hey! Luna!” he took off after her, as she beckoned him on.

He ended up not telling her, always wanting her to believe he was better than what he thought he really was…

“Then that’s what I’ll do.” He gripped his pendant, standing up. “I’ll make sure to be the Sunrise… for someone trapped in the powers of that intimidating darkness… just like her and her village.” he gave a look of determination to the moon. “I promised her.”

Amy wiped the rest of her tears away, drying them up as she nodded at his new resolve. “Good. I’m with you on that one!” she gave him a thumbs up, and he looked kindly down to her.

“Sonic deserves you, Pinky. I’m sorry I thought it was wrong for you to try and be so close to him.” he offered her his hand.

“Ha! Love conquers all!” she took his hand and got up, heading back to base and waving to him. “You coming?”

“Just a minute!” he called back, looking out into the night…

An engine flared in the distance…

“What? It can’t be!” he could have sworn he knew that noise…

His teeth were borne and he looked behind him. “Run, Amy! Get the others!”

“Huh?” she turned around. “Soler..? What’s going-”

“It’s Neo Metal Sonic!” Soler took off into the night’s cool glow...

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