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lilyginnyblackv2 · 1 year

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Buddy Daddies - Episode 8.5 - Intermission - Cherry Pick - Thought Post - SPOILERS

I know, there isn’t much in the way of spoilers since this is a recap episode, but there are some interesting bits of the narration that I want to talk about and the spoiler warning is just out of habit.

As I thought, the narrative insight into Kazuki and Rei’s thoughts were nice, and the focus largely being on Kazuki’s POV makes sense, since he and Miri are the ones being targeted. The goal of this recap episode was likely for us to connect with the two even more and as a quick way to bring in new watchers or have them get caught up enough that they can watch along for Episode 9.

Now, for the parts that I found interesting.

Kazuki’s Narration:

Kazuki saying, “But I think she sorta saw through me, too” when talking about Miri’s mother. Between Kazuki and Rei, Kazuki is the more communicative and expressive of the two, but he also wears a lot more masks than Rei does. Rei has been living with him for three years now, so he can read and see through those masks, but it is interesting that Miri’s mother was able to too. Especially after having only met him once here for a short time.

It really does make me think that she is able to read him so well because she was like him in the past. Her age (34 to his 28 at the time) also likely helped in this area and her job requires being able to read body language and other subtle signals from her clients well (for safety and other reasons).

“I started to get a real paternal feeling about her.” I like how this confirms that it is after Miri stars daycare that Kazuki really started to slip into the father role (Rei did to...in his own way, but we’ll get to that in a sec). In Episode 4 there was the realization that he is her father and then by Episode 6 he totally saw her as his kid. I do also like that line of narration, because it’s right at the start of the Episode 6 recap, where Kazuki utters the “our genes” line, lol.

Now, they skipped over Episode 5, and I think that is because Episode 5 didn’t have much in the way of them growing closer as a family. It was more focused on general work-balance management, getting their jobs back, and Kyutaro getting let in on the situation and Miri.

“We’re supposed to be two dads and a kid,” that’s near the start of the Episode 7 recap narration. The Japanese doesn’t actually indicate “dads”, but rather just “parents” (親 - oya), and in one of the interviews on the official website, I believe the first interview, has the creators mentioning that Kazuki is the “mom” and Rei is the “dad.” So there is still a level of heteronormativity to how Kazuki and Rei are presented as parents, and specifically, as two dads. However, I do think the series has done a better job than I was expecting of not leaning too hard into those dynamics and mixing things up a bit.

That’s nice.

“I always figured guys like us didn’t get a chance at normal happiness.” I feel this line and sentiment isn’t only about their hitmen line of work, but because they, themselves, didn’t have a “normal happiness.” They both had childhoods that were outside of the normal. I like how the series is presenting their family and their happiness as a “normal happiness” too. That’s important for the normalization of same-sex parents and families in the real world.

“But we made a family. A family I want to protect!” - The whole, “we made a family” line is so precious! <3 I love that! You did Kazuki! I also like how we get to hear Kazuki stating that he wants to protect his family. Of course, we already know that he would. They’ve shown us that that is something Kazuki would want and do, but hearing it still makes for a nice parallel to Rei’s “I’ve got something to protect too” line.

And, speaking of Rei, his narration in this week’s episode was very short, but quite interesting too!

I’ll put Rei’s Narration thoughts under a Read More due to length:

Rei’s Narration:

“He couldn’t really take care of it, so things got pretty bad.” Rei here refers to Miri as “it.” Which makes sense for this point in the series for Rei. He didn’t have much, if any, attachment to Miri at the start.

This wording also makes Miri sound more like a pet, than an actual child. And, tbh, Kazuki kinda treated Miri more like a pet in Episode 2, both in the scene with the banana and when he leaves her a bunch of snacks and tries to sneak out. Rei even states at that time:

“It’s like a bribe or leaving a pet at home.” (Bold by me for emphasis).

Kazuki was the one that told Rei in Episode 1 that he couldn’t have a cat and talked about all the responsibilities, and kinda going for a “if you can’t care for the pet perfectly, then you shouldn’t have one” perspective.

But in Rei’s narrative here, we can see that he thought Kazuki wasn’t doing a very good job with caring for Miri, lol. I feel Kazuki tends to eat his own words a lot. It kinda highlights how he has a lot of idealistic outlooks, but reality usually ends up kicking him in the butt a bit.

Also, it’s amusing how, when Rei is saying “things got pretty bad” it’s just moments of Miri like jumping on him or playing with his face, lmao.

In Rei’s narration he says, “I don’t get kids at all.” But he is the one that tends to be able to explain things the easiest to Miri and has a lot in common with Miri. Kazuki even points this out a bit in his narration when he states that he felt it was more “a dad and two kids” instead of “two dads and a kid.”

I think what Rei probably doesn’t understand or get about kids, and Miri, is the innocence that she has. Like with her definition of what a dad is to her. That was something he never got to experience, so it would be hard for him to really understand and get that at first.

“I don’t get Miri, but I might as well look after her a little while longer.” He still refers to her as Miri. That highlights how Rei has never referred to Miri as his or their child/daughter...yet. I hope we hear him do that at some point though. That will be a major bit of development, and would be the final “gap” in their relationship that still needs to be closed.

Finally, let’s talk about this sequence in the Episode 8 recap:

His father says to Rei, “It seems you’ve formed pointless ties.” As Rei looks serious, but also a bit angry and upset, worried even, with his eyebrows furrowed. Then, Rei makes a little shocked face and gasps.

We get flashes of Miri:

Telling him what her version of a father is.

And the moment where he said he was her papa and she jumped into his arms. This was said as Rei’s father states: “Bad influences are common enough in our business.” Thus linking that sentence and sentiment with a mere child like Miri.

It also works as a great foil moment between the type of father Miri told him about and his own, and the type of father he wants to be to her. The cool part though, is that that sequence of flashbacks isn’t in Episode 8. They put it together that way for this recap. Then they left in the “Leave Kazuki out of this” line, making it so that everything is perfectly clear in meaning when he says, “I have something to protect, too” to his mentor.

In the end, while I would have preferred if there had been a scene or two that was new and tied this recap more directly to the events of Episode 8 and had some actual advancement, it wasn’t the worst recap episode ever either. I’ve experienced way worse. The narrations and other small things, like the episodes, scenes, and moments that they cherry picked for this recap, and how they put them together, still resulted in me writing an essay. So good job, Buddy Daddies! lol

#Buddy Daddies #BD #KazuRei #Kazuki Kurusu #Rei Suwa #Miri Unasaka #Kyutaro Kugi #BD spoilers #Buddy Daddies spoilers #long post #meta post #image heavy post #analysis #thought post

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asteriastarr · 5 months

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Hey could you please do a fem!human reader x deuce an them meeting? Like She was chasing around her baby cousin in a store, deuce for some reason was in the human world or something else is fine too

A/n: TY SM FOR THE REQUEST ANON, sorry for the lack of oneshots as of late, I've just been busy with exams and more focused on my wattpad book. I don't know if this is exactly what you had in mind or how good this is but oh well. Hope you enjoy!

Pov: Deuce meeting Human!reader in the shops when she's babysitting her cousin

“Get back here!” A voice rang out as a group of hooded people entered the store.

“Should we really all be going in here together? I feel like this may be suspicious.” Draculaura whispered.

“No, we’ll be fine,” Clawdeen reassured “Just… maybe we should split up to get the stuff we need.”

The group nodded, everyone splitting up, Deuce and Heath as one group and Clawdeen, Draculaura and Frankie as another.

“So, what exactly are we getting?” Heath asked Deuce, looking down the aisles.

“Human snacks or something.” Deuce shrugged; he’d already forgotten what had been hastily scribbled down on the paper Clawdeen had taken with them.

The two monsters walked through an aisle; Deuce however paused when he heard the same voice yell once again.

“Cockroach I swear if you don’t get back here right this minute, I’ll-”

The voice faded out as a child's giggle replaced it.

“Gotcha!” The voice exclaimed “Ow you little-”

A child rushed past Heath and Deuce, running through the aisle until a girl with H/c hair and s/c skin, appeared at the other side, blocking the child from running out of the aisle.

“Haha! Caught you!” The girl grinned, lifting the child up.

The child grumbled as the girl brought them back to their trolley, sitting them inside with their shopping, gently adjusting a scarf around the child’s neck and the jacket on the childs back.

Deuce hadn’t even realised he had been staring at the human until Heath nudged him.

“Dude, you’re staring,” Heath whispered.

“I am?” Deuce asked. “Yeah, and you still are.” Heath responded, “You know you could just be… less creepy and talk to her.”

“Really?”

“Yeah… just try not to turn her to stone… or let her know you’re a, y’know, gorgon.” Heath whispered.

Deuce rolled his eyes before slowly making his way towards the girl.

“Okay Onyx, if I buy one of these for five dollars, and one of these for six dollars, how much will that cost me?” The girl asked the child, holding up two packets.

“Ten dollars!” The child exclaimed.

“Close, now add one.” She corrected.

“Eleven!”

“Yes! Good job.” She smiled, putting the packets into the trolley “And- if I hand the cashier a twenty dollar note how much change can I expect?” The child counted on their fingers.

“Nine!”

“Good job kid!” She grinned.

Just as the girl was about to move the trolley, Deuce tapped her on the shoulder.

“Uh- excuse me… miss?” He said.

She turned around.

“Oh! Hello! Did I drop something?” She asked, taking a quick glance at the trolley.

“Uh no-”

“Did you drop something?” She asked.

“No-”

“Did Onyx steal something of yours? Because I swear, I told them to stop… it’s just kind of in their nature.”

“No- uh- Onyx didn’t steal anything.” “Oh- is there some weird monster thing I should know about?” She asked.

“No- wait what?” “You’re a monster, aren’t you? I saw you walk in with the others.” She said simply, moving her trolley, Deuce quickly following behind.

“Yes, but how-”

“My cousin here is one too, half one but still a monster.” The girl shrugged.

“Oh.”

“So let me guess, the purple haired one is a half-wolf, the pink one is a vampire, the blueish one is a… mix of something, the guy you were with is uh- something related to fire, and you… judging by the hat, the small amount of hair I can see and the glasses… are a gorgon.” The girl stated, calmly continuing with her shopping.

“That is surprisingly accurate.” Deuce said in surprise.

“I know.”

“So, what about you?” Deuce asked.

“What about me?” She asked.

“What kind of monster are you? Siren? Nymph? Fairy?”

The girl gave a dry laugh.

“Uh I’m flattered but no, I am not a monster, I’m from the half of the family without monster blood.”

“Huh, really? Because I was going to guess goddess next.”

“Is this your way of flirting?” She asked.

“Depends. Is it working?”

“No. But that could change.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Well, you flatter me enough, it might just start to work.” The girl smirked.

“Hm, well if you’re not a goddess, perhaps a demi-goddess.”

“Ha!” The girl laughed “You’re funny. Although as likely as it is, and as much I wish it were true, no, just an ordinary human.”

Deuce’s brows furrowed for a moment.

“Well then, Aphrodite must’ve been kind to you.”

“Why thank you.”

“So, what do you mean by ‘It’s likely you’re a demi-god’?” Deuce asked.

“Uh, never met my dad, mother died when I was little, grew up with Onyx’s mother, plenty of room there for godliness.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” The gorgon said.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m over it.” The girl shrugged “The only downside is now I’m stuck babysitting this little cockroach.”

Deuce smiled, watching the girl ruffle her cousin’s hair causing smoke to blow from their nose.

“So, you gonna tell me your name?” He asked.

“Not unless you give me yours.”

“I’m Deuce.”

“Y/n.” The girl smiled holding her hand out.

Deuce shook her hand.

When they pulled their hands away, Y/n opened her mouth to say something but was disrupted when Onyx started to whine.

“Y/nnn I’m hungry.” The child whined.

Y/n rolled her eyes, pulling a chocolate bar out of her pocket.

“Y/nnn I’m bored.” The child whined; mouth full of chocolate.

“Here’s my phone now shut up cockroach.” Y/n hissed, shoving her phone into her cousin’s hands.

Deuce had to stifle a laugh at the interaction.

“Don’t you start.” She groaned before holding her palm out “Give me your phone.” Deuce complied, giving the girl his phone, she quickly typed something in it, before handing it back.

“I should be going, but uh- text me sometime.” She smiled before walking off.

He looked down at his phone with a soft smile at the contact name.

‘The best siren/nymph/fairy/goddess’

“Nice going dude.” Heath said, coming up behind him and looking at the gorgons phone.

#deuce gorgon #deuce gorgon g3 #deuce gorgon x reader #g3 monster high #live action deuce gorgon #live action deuce gorgon x reader #live action monster high #monster high g3 #gorgon #requested

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 2 months

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illicit affairs | two

*Noah’s POV* No sure how I did it, but I somehow managed to survive a whole year without her. She had me blocked on everything, so I had no idea how she was doing. I hope she was doing okay and she was happy settling into her new life. I knew Matt still talked to her, which left a sour taste in my mouth, but I learned to deal with it. I wanted to ask him about her, but it wasn’t my place. She didn’t want me anymore, and it was all my fault.

We arrived in Vancouver and I couldn’t shake the anxiety I had. I’ve been dreading this date since the tour started. It was so strange to be back, remembering all the memories I had with her here. We drove by all the spots she took me, the bars, the aquarium, the arena where she took me to my first hockey game. I fiddled with the whale charm she bought me at the aquarium as my lip began to quiver. A few months ago I found the charm and decided to put it on my necklace, making me feel as if I was keeping her close to my heart no matter where I went.

“Are you doing okay?” I looked up at Folio and just shrugged. Everyone was worried about me when we noticed Matt added a Vancouver date to this tour. I don’t know if he did it on purpose or there was a demand for us to come back. We were even playing in the same venue as last time, which wasn’t helping me at all. I tried to focus during soundcheck, but it was hard. My eyes kept wandering to the spot where she stood with her friends when I first saw her. I don’t think she’ll even bother coming tonight, I mean, why would she? “Do you think she’ll come?” Jolly asked as he put his guitar down, walking with me back to the dressing rooms. “I doubt it.” I sighed as I sat down on the couch, letting my head roll back. Jolly sat beside me and offered me a beer but I shook my head. I stopped drinking after my stupid stint last year. I’ve been spending more time working out, going to therapy and overall focusing on my well being. “She might for Matt though.” Jolly replied taking a sip of his beer, “I’ll keep an eye out in the crowd for her.” “Sure…” I trailed off as my stomach turned at the thought of her coming to support someone else and not me. I never thought this is where I’d end up with her. I thought by now I’d be living up here with her, maybe I would’ve had the guts to give her that ring and we’d be engaged. I still kept the ring in hopes she’d come back…I guess we’ll see what happens. My exhaustion was getting to me, so I decided to head back to the bus and have a nap. As I turned the corner backstage, my heart stopped. I saw Ellie’s friend Danielle standing in the hall, her phone was on speaker phone, she looked like she was in an intense conversation. I turned around and tried to find another way out, but I was stopped dead in my tracks when I heard Ellie’s voice on the other end of her phone call.

She was coming tonight.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #fanfic

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skzhocomments · 1 month

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Mafia Book #2 - PART II - The Withered Rose - Chapter 3 - Pure Morning

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

General masterlist

PART I - The Black Iris

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Wattpad | AO3

Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

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PART II - The Withered Rose

Chapter 3 - Pure Morning

chapter word count: ~6.2k words

~almost 4 years ago~

~Emilia’s POV~

“You will go out and dig a grave for me… and if he ever asks…” I force the words out of my throat, but speaking about this is hard, and it hurts, and I want nothing more than to run back to Chris once Felix wakes up, and let him apologise and forgive him for everything, but how can I do that?

I can’t.

I can’t do that.

I have to be strong and leave.

I don’t want to leave.

But I can’t stay here anymore.

Will Felix even wake up?

It doesn't matter.

I have to leave.

I look at Jeongin way too pleadingly for my linking. I was never one to plead for anything, but ever since Hyo stabbed me, it feels like all I’ve done was pleading.

For Chris to listen to me.

For Jeongin to dig me a grave.

For everyone else to believe me because they trust me, not because Felix confirms my side of the story.

Actually, everyone else doesn’t even matter. I just wanted Chris to believe me… That would’ve been enough.

But he didn’t.

“… I understand. And I promise you that I will do just as you asked me.” Jeongin looks back at me with focused determination in his sharp eyes, that now have a burning in them I haven’t noticed before.

“Thank you, Innie. Truly. You’re the only one I can still trust.”

“Emi… how about this? We’ll wait for a few more days until you are a bit better, you lost so much blood… and after that, let’s leave this shithole behind, together. Let’s run far away for good.” He says with resolution and grabs my face, “I’ll make you forget all about him.”, then presses his lips against mine.

I let him kiss me.

Why not?

He’s gonna be heartbroken enough anyway once I leave.

Let this be… the last time we see each other, Innie.

“Where should we go once you feel better, hm?” He smiles and caresses my cheek, and it’s all so unfair to me and especially to him.

Why couldn’t it be you, Innie?

Why does my heart ache so bad after the man who trampled over it like it was nothing?

“I don’t know. Somewhere far, far away from here.”

“That goes without saying.” He chuckles and grabs my left hand, squeezing it tightly. “I’ve already brought some money. Not much, since I feel Minho’s eyes are still on me, but I’ll keep bringing some more little by little for the next week and then we can make some fake passports. I know a guy.”

“Great.” I smile and squeeze his hand back in return.

“I don’t know if I can come every day, but I’ll try. If you’re hungry, you can call the front desk anytime. The owner is an old friend of mine.”

So, you’re having your eyes on me?

“Got it.”

“You probably won’t have a 5-course meal at this shitty motel but hey, it’s better than nothing.”

“It’s fine, Innie, really. I’ll be okay even if you’re not here.” I smile assuringly, but it only makes Jeongin frown harder.

“Be careful when you stand up. The stitches might split apart if you’re not careful enough. If that happens, make sure you put on a clean bandage and call reception immediately to tell my friend to reach out to me, okay?”

“Yes, Innie. Don’t worry. I’ve been hurt before.”

“I just… please just take it easy, Emilia. I don’t want anything to happen to you. God knows you’ve been through enough already.” As he says this, he moves his hands back on my cheeks and grazes them with his thumbs again. “Your complexion looks pretty good.”

“Thanks to you.” I chuckle.

“I wish I could stay here longer…”

“The others will get suspicious if you’re away for too long, won’t they?”

“Mhm. Probably.”

“Thank you for everything, Jeongin.” I say sincerely. When I told him so many months ago that he can repay the favour when the time comes, I hoped the time would never come.

And yet, it did, and he saved my life, and I don’t know if I should be grateful or upset about it. I don’t feel like wanting to be alive right now, but no matter what I’ve been through, my urge to live has always been strong. It’s always been like a survival instinct. Like that last bit of pointless struggle that fights with your will to die when you hang yourself or keep your head underwater for long enough to let your lungs fill with liquid.

Your brain knows you want to die, but your instincts just don’t let you. You still struggle and wiggle your hands desperately. How laughable this is. I am the same way.

He just nods and stands up, making his way towards the door.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?”

I nod back with a smile, and I hate myself for lying to him, but I don’t want to be selfish and take advantage just to use him. He deserves way better than that. Way more than someone who can’t love him back the way he wants.

Jeongin doesn’t say goodbye, and I don’t say it either. This fits us, parting our ways unexpectedly, just as we met in that mansion so many years ago.

After he leaves, I make sure to call reception and request some food. If I want to get out of here without anyone knowing, I need to make it obvious enough that I’m not planning on going anywhere, so as soon as the dude brings me food (consisting of a sad looking sandwich that I barely manage to swallow), I start chit-chatting with him.

I complain about how badly my abdomen hurts, he tells me how much of a hassle it was when Jeongin brought me covered in blood a few days ago. I tell him I can barely get out of bed, and he sympathises.

The bread is dry and the ham in it has a weird flavour.

We continue talking while I eat the sandwich and then I hand him back the plate. It’s chipped around the margins, and I think that says a lot about the man in front of me as well, but I don’t dwell on it. I am happy enough to have completed my achievement, which consisted in making this dude believe I am unable to get up without struggling.

He wouldn’t be wrong; he just doesn’t know that I’m persistent enough to push myself no matter how much it hurts.

I thank the man for the food and let him know that I’m planning to go to sleep and rest some more until tomorrow, and he wishes me a speedy recovery.

All according to plan.

A few hours later, I reluctantly get out of bed and the pain in my lower stomach is so bad, I feel like I might pass out.

Jeongin left some painkillers on the table, so I grab a fistful and drown myself in them, hoping it would at least make this pain a bit more bearable. I grab a piece of paper from the little notebook in the room and scribble down a pointless apology to Jeongin with my red lipstick. When the note is written, I put the lipstick in my pocket, next to the picture of San I took from my old home and next to the golden greenhouse key I should’ve returned to Hyunjin after finishing the mission.

It's horrible, really, how I hold onto these items of my past life. It suddenly occurs to me that besides the golden key, there’s nothing else from the moments with Stray Kids I can put in my pocket; no pictures to help me reminisce about the good times with them. The only thing I have is heartbreak and a painful wound, proof only of aching memories.

The wind gushing outside is quite strong, I notice, as I open the window to observe my surroundings. Thankfully I’m on the ground floor and it’s easy enough to jump out, carrying the small bag of cash Jeongin left. I’m pleasantly surprised to find a gun and some bullets inside as well, so I take it out and place it steadily in my pocket, and walk away from the motel, praying that no one saw me.

Fuck, this place really is in the middle of nowhere.

I want to curse out loud, but I keep silent and make my way towards the road as quietly as I can. It’s hard to walk, and I fear my stitches have torn from the small jump, but still, I push forward and just focus on putting one leg in front of the other.

Yes, that’s it. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot.

No cars come.

Right foot. Left foot. Right foot.

There’s a faint light ahead.

Left foot. Right foot. Left foot.

Is that a car?

I raise my hand in the air and signal that I want to hitchhike, and thankfully, the car stops. A woman rolls down her window and looks at me, concern in her eyes.

She seems innocent.

“Oh my God, are you okay? Why are you here?”

“Hello! God, I’m so happy someone stopped!” I put on my best act and start sobbing. “I had no idea what to do! I had a fight with my boyfriend and he dropped me here! I don’t even know where I am! I’ve been walking for hours!”

“No way! In the middle of the night?!”

“Yes! That prick!”

“Oh my God, I can’t believe it!” She exclaims. “Where do you wanna go?”

“I’m going back to my parents, fuck that bastard!”

“Yeah, girl! That’s the attitude! Where do they live?”

I vaguely tell her a city’s name that must be hundreds of kilometres away, and she urges me to come in her car. She doesn’t seem to pay any mind to my bag, and I’m glad she doesn’t ask what’s in it.

Oh, you know, just a million dollars. I think how the conversation would play out, but refrain from laughing at the absurdity.

She also tells me where she’s headed, and apologises that she can’t drop me off that far away, but we’ll definitely find a bus stop or train station in the next city over, ‘that’s like, just two-three hours ahead’, as per her words.

I sit in the back, carefully watching the woman’s every move. She is talkative and naïve, but I no longer trust anyone and am not sure if her intentions are pure or if she will try and rob me the first chance she gets, so I keep my hand in my pocket, on my gun, and hang onto the bag to dear life.

It’s all I’ve got.

About two hours later, the woman stops the car at a gas station. I’m still quite far from where I want to go, but thank her anyway for getting me as close as she could.

She insists she could still drop me off directly at a bus stop, but I’m just thankful I didn’t have to use the gun, so I simply shake my head and tell her that I’ve got it.

The wound hurts.

Perhaps it would’ve been easier to steal her car or threaten her to drive further away, or even accept her offer of dropping me off in the city instead of on the outskirts, but I can’t risk the police finding out about any of this, so I just smile politely, thank her again, and start walking.

Ugh.

This is so hard.

Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot.

I’m able to find a bus stop quite easily, which I take until the train station, where I buy a ticket to the only city I can go to, the only place far enough from all this mafia bullshit, where I know somebody who might just help me after a bit of convincing.

I arrive about 7 hours later and hop off the train. The first light of dawn is breaking as I keep going and going and going.

Right foot. Left foot.

The pain is back stronger than ever, as well as a numbing fever, and each time I place my hand on my lower stomach, it hurts worse.

Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot

I’m cold.

Fuck.

Is this blood?

Am I bleeding?

I put my hand on my bandage again and it feels wet, but it’s still too dark out to see anything.

After some more walking, I reach a forest and walk clumsily in it, over the fallen branches. Leaves are crunching under my weight, and it’s getting harder and harder to see, even if the dawn is breaking.

Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot.

Please be here.

Please still be here.

Please.

I walk, and walk, and walk, and I feel sick, and just when I think I can’t walk anymore, I finally see it: a small, familiar wooden cottage with its porch light lit up.

I go up the stairs and knock on the door, and after a few knocks, someone answers.

“Shade?” He asks unimpressed.

“Wooyoung. You have no idea how glad I am to see you.” I say, truly relieved. I’ve been betting everything on him being here, and he is.

Thank heavens he’s here.

“I thought you were dead.” He replies, his brows furrowed.

“Yeah, well, I’m not. Surprise!” I counter weakly. He doesn't seem happy to see me.

“And to think I celebrated for nothing. What the fuck are you doing here?” He hisses.

“I know you probably don’t want to see me, but-”

“Probably?” He scoffs. “Definitely. Leave.”

“Wooyung, please-”

“I said leave. I never want to see you again, you bitch.” He curses.

“I’m bleeding. I need your help. Please.”

Here I am, pleading again.

“You’re better off dead. You can die for all I care. That’s what you deserve after abandoning San in that building. Fucking-” He spits out, and with that, he shuts the door in my face.

Defeated, I simply sit down on the porch. I can’t move anymore. It hurts too badly, and I ran out of pills a few many kilometres ago.

It’s almost morning now, and the light filters beautifully through the trees, sun rays piercing through the branches devoid of leaves in this cold end of winter.

At least it’s beautiful.

“You would’ve liked this.” I whisper weakly, taking out San’s picture out of my pocket. We look so happy in it, it’s sick and twisted that he is no more, and I’m dying on his best friend’s porch. “Wooyoung is right to hate me, but… I also wanted you to live. If only you told me where you were at that time… we could’ve lived together somewhere, or who knows… die together, at least.”

Tears prick my eyes as all the remaining energy I had leaves my body.

It hurts…

All of a sudden, Wooyoung opens the door forcefully and steps towards me in anger.

“You pathetic bitch. Look at you hugging that picture. Are you planning to die here? Be an even bigger inconvenience to me? Do you know how hard it is to dig a grave? And you might stain my porch with your dirty blood.”

I chuckle. This is so like him.

“Come inside.”

“I can’t… stand up… anymore…”

“Lazy.” He rolls his eyes and bends down, helping me up.

His house is warm, the vague smell of fire lingering in the air.

“There you go.” He says with a sigh, helping me in a chair. “Let me just put something on the sofa, I don’t want you to get it dirty. Blood is hard to get rid of.”

“You know it.” I wink.

“Keep a hand on your abdomen. What the fuck happened to you?”

“I got stabbed, then someone stitched it, but I jumped from a window, and I think it’s all ripped now.”

“You’re pretty dumb.” He chuckles then comes back to me to put me on the sofa. I lay down and raise my blood-stained blouse, and Wooyoung examines the wound.

“No, not dumb, just cautious. Someone’s out to get me.”

“Poor stitches… they look pretty. Whoever did them knows what they’re doing.” He observes carefully.

“Yeah. Shit-” I hiss in pain when he starts applying disinfectant.

“Don’t be such a pussy, you’ve had worse.”

“Not my fault it hurts like hell- fucking-” I curse again when the needle pierces my skin. The burning is so bad, I feel like passing out.

“Stop whining.”

“Give me something for the pain, anything!”

“Oh my God, Shade, fucking calm down. Did you take anything?”

“Yeah, about a bottle of painkillers. Not sure what it was, but it did the trick.”

“A bottle?! Hell no, I’m not giving you anything else, you addict.”

“Then distract me somehow, you know better, you’re the doctor- FUCK”

“Oh hell, are you seriously crying? That’s a new one!”

“It really hurts, asshole!”

“Maybe I should’ve let you die after all. Less of a hassle than dealing with your screaming.” He rolls his eyes. “So, who’s out to get you?”

“Stray Kids.” I say, and he stops and looks at me.

“Seriously?!”

“No, I’m just messing with you.”

“Oh, okay, that’s good-”

“I’m not. It’s true. Their boss is my ex-lover, and he wants to kill me because he thinks I shot one of the other members.”

“Shade! Why the fuck did you come here, then? You know I barely got away after San died! Now you’re coming here to bring me trouble?!”

“No, fuck, I’m going to leave, I promise. I came here because you’re the only doctor I know, and I was dying. No one will even know I’m here! They hopefully think I’m dead!”

“What is it with you and pretending to die? I thought Stray Kids killed you years ago when Boss gave you that mission.”

“They offered me a deal – joining hands with them to kill our Boss and then freedom.”

“Look how much freedom you have-” He chuckles. “- running away. Did Boss die?”

“I don’t even know for sure… I think so. But wait, you left so long ago, how did you know I was dead?”

“I keep in touch with some of the others sometimes…”

“You Ateez people have always been risk takers.” I say, and Wooyoung chuckles.

“They’re my brothers after all. The ones that are left.”

“If Boss really died, you could reunite and-”

“No.” He shakes his head. “All of them have already left and are scattered all throughout the world. No one wants to come back.”

“Really? Wow. That’s…”

“I’m the only one left here. I wanted to leave too, but I quite enjoy the cabin life.”

“You cottage core whore.” I say, and he bursts out laughing.

“There, you’re all done. For the next few days, you have to eat a lot of meat and vegetables. Bye!”

“Bye? Hell no, I’m staying here. Take care of me.”

“You’re not staying here. What if Stray Kids finds us?! They’re gonna kill both of us.”

“I told you, they won’t find us! And even if they somehow would, they’d only kill me. They never go for innocent people.”

“Yeah, because I’m sooooo innocent. What a joke.” He laughs drily.

“You are, look at your princess face.”

“Shade, I’m serious.”

“I’m serious too. Nurse me back to health and then I’ll be gone and we’re never going to see each other again, okay?”

I ask, but he doesn’t say anything in return.

“Please.” I insist.

“… fine. But only until you’re better. Then you walk out that door, and we’re done.”

“Promise.”

Days with Wooyoung are really tranquil. Despite his apprehension regarding Stray Kids and the aversion he had towards me in the beginning, he is now quite friendly. We spend a lot of time chatting, and he is mostly curious about my time with SKZ.

I answer all of his questions, because there’s no point in hiding anything anymore. Not from Wooyoung, one of the only two people I still trust in the world.

Unfortunately, I had to leave the other one thousands of kilometres behind because he is in love with me. Such is life.

Wooyoung takes good care of me. He feeds me and checks on the wound as often as he needs to, and the day when he needs to remove the stitches approaches quickly.

“So, where do you plan to go next?” He asks as he clips each thread.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Do you know anyone who makes fake passports?”

“Yeah, she lives a couple of cities over. How much money do you have?”

“Enough, probably. I’ll manage. Don’t know how to smuggle it to another country, though.”

“The girl also makes credit cards and statements to make it look genuine. Damn Shade, I fed you too well the past few weeks, haven’t I?”

“Why?”

“Your stomach got a bit rounder. You owe me some money for giving you all this food.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” I roll my eyes at him. “So, when will you take me to the passport girl?”

“She’s usually only working on Sundays, so we could go see her a week from now, and the passport and card should take about… a few weeks? A month, maybe?”

“Old face!” The girl grins behind the desk. “And a new bird. Welcome, welcome, how may I help you on this beautiful day?” She asks cheerfully, and I can’t help but glance out the window, to the merciless rain.

“Hi Dahyun. We need passports and some cards.”

“Straight to the point, as usual! Come on Wooyoung, we’ve been friends for a long time. Who’s she, by the way?”

“She is Shade.” I intervene, a bit annoyed that she didn’t address me directly.

“Shade? Hmm… where did I hear this name?” She contemplates for a second. “Were you in Scarlet Rose?”

“Yup.”

“I swear I heard you died. Oh, well, you’re as dead as I am, I guess.” She shrugs and laughs loudly. I smile back.

“Anyway, Dahyun. How much will it take for you to make us some passports and credit cards?”

“Hmm… I’m actually swamped with work, believe it or not, so I think… the earliest would be in about two months from now.”

“Two months?!” Wooyoung’s mouth almost falls to the floor. “You used to do them in less than two weeks, what happened?”

“One of my men got caught and it really slowed down the process.” She sighs. “Say, don’t you two wanna come work for me?”

“No way.” Wooyoung shakes his head and Dahyun starts laughing.

“I thought so. Then, two months? Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that works.”

“For both of you?”

“Yes. And don’t forget about the cards.” Wooyoung replies and I instantly turn my head to look at him. He avoids my gaze.

“That’s gonna be 50k. 25k up front, 25k at delivery. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Why do you need a fake passport and a card?” I raise my brow questioningly, but Wooyoung just shrugs.

“Better be prepared just in case. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to visit my friends from time to time.”

“That’s true. But two months? Ugh, I guess we’re stuck together for a bit longer.”

“Lucky me.” Wooyoung chuckles.

“Do we have some lemons or something at home?”

“Haven’t gone to the store yet, but there might still be one or two left. Why?”

“I don’t know, I feel really nauseous all of a sudden.”

“You might be car sick.”

“You think?”

“Dahyun’s office is quite far away.”

“Even so, I’ve never been car sick before.”

“Who knows, maybe you didn’t sleep well or ate something bad.”

The nausea continued for the next couple of days, reaching its peak with frequent vomiting. It got to a point where it was so bad, even the smell of food cooked by Wooyoung made me rush to the bathroom and empty my bowels.

“I don’t get it.” I whine from the sofa loudly. “Why am I so sick? Are you poisoning me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I would’ve given you a high enough dose to kill you since day one if that was the case.”

“True.” I lay my head down on one of the cushions and try to distract my mind from the queasiness.

“Any chance you might be pregnant?” Wooyoung asks, and I feel the whole world stop.

“Don’t even joke about that.” I reply after a few too many seconds of silence.

“I’m not joking… but the symptoms match up…” He says quietly, and I stand up.

“No way. No.” I shake my head. “I’ve been on birth control for as long as I can remember.”

“What birth control? Pills?”

“Yeah.”

“You said it yourself; you’ve been really stressed the past few weeks before your last mission… what if you… missed a day, or a few?”

“N-no.” I shake my head unsure. Wooyoung is right, it was a stressful time with days full of training and plans and nights full of Chris, and we’ve never used condoms, but-

“When did you last have your period?”

Huh?

I tried to think about it, but I couldn’t remember. I just shake my head.

“I’m going shopping tomorrow, so I’ll grab a few tests, just to check. If it’s not that, I’m taking you for some bloodwork to see what the heck is wrong with you.”

“Mhm. Okay. That sounds good.”

I wait impatiently for the day to be over, and I barely get any sleep during the night. When morning finally comes, I anxiously watch Wooyoung grab his coat and drive away in his truck, and I fidget the whole time he’s gone.

What if I’m really pregnant?

Should I get an abortion?

Do I keep it?

Fuck, I won’t be a good mom. I can’t… I can’t be a mom.

I keep fidgeting nervously, trying to pierce my memories back together. Did I really miss taking the pills?

I might have.

I barely remember the few days before the mission.

The anxiety bubbling in my stomach makes me more nauseous, and I find myself hunched against the toilet three times before Wooyoung comes back.

As soon as I hear his truck driving next to the house, my eyes stay stuck on the front door. It feels like he’s moving excruciatingly slow.

“Yo, I’m back.” He waves as he watches me.

“What took you so long?” I snap at him, and he sighs.

“Sorry, there was a bit of traffic…”

“No… I just… fuck.” I keep looking down at my feet and try to summon more words. “Did you get the- uhm, how was your shopping trip?” I ask and force out a smile, which is nearly impossible. I don’t want to show how anxious I am, but I must be trembling, because Wooyoung soon comes and places his hands on top of mine in a comforting manner.

“Yes, I got you a couple of tests. Calm down and go take one.”

I yank my hands back and rummage through the shopping bags on the floor to find the box containing the holy grail, and I run straight to the toilet.

The few minutes until I’m supposed to look at the test pass agonisingly slowly, and I even throw up again from anxiety. Again.

When I finally look at the test, I want to gauge my eyes out.

Two red lines are staring back at me.

How?

How did this happen?

I throw the test away in the bin and I hug myself.

Certainly, I’ve seen it wrong.

Yes. It was just a line, and I’ve been so anxious I’ve seen two.

I get up and open the trash can, grabbing the test. Looking at it again, it’s quite obvious that I’ve read it right the first time around.

Sure enough, it displays two red lines, which means…

“Shade, are you okay in there?” Wooyoung knocks on the door, making me jolt. “Did you take the test?”

I stand up and open the door, and as soon as he sees me, Wooyoung’s expression falls. He shakes his head.

“Really?” he whispers, and I burst out crying.

I haven’t cried since the night Chris slapped me, so the moment I feel the first tears in the corners of my eyes, I can’t stop them from falling anymore.

Wooyoung hugs me tightly and I’m grateful he’s not his usual self that would mock me for getting in this situation. He shows me a compassionate side I haven’t seen since San was alive, and that makes me cry even more.

“Shh, it’s gonna be alright.”

“How? How is it going to be alright, hm?! Not only have I been running away from him, now I have to hide a baby as well?!”

“You’re strong.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. You’re strong. Look at you, surviving two cold-blooded mafia bosses that have been hunting you down for years. You can do anything.”

I just hug him tighter and try not to think for a little while. When I’m done crying, I go to sleep, and when I wake up, Wooyoung and I talk about something else.

Time passes, and we don’t mention the pregnancy at all, besides the times when Wooyoung takes me to the doctor to get checked up. With every passing day, I get more and more used to the idea of having a baby. I even get excited when it starts kicking, and Wooyoung shares my excitement.

Eventually, two months go by and Wooyoung leaves to pick up the passports and cards from Dahyun. I choose not to go with him, as I’m still experiencing some morning sickness. I just watch TV and pet my belly, which seems to grow bigger and bigger with every week.

I’m feeling happy and safe, but as always, the tranquillity has to be interrupted by something.

It always goes like this. Whenever I allow myself to feel relaxed, something happens. I always make the mistake of getting used to the calm before the storm, and the thunder always takes me by surprise when it inevitably comes.

The thunder this time was brought by Wooyoung running into the house quickly, as if stressed out.

“Hey, you’re back?” I ask, concerned.

“Yes. We need to pack. Now.”

“What?” I look at him with confusion. “Why?”

“They’re here for you, fuck.” He says while rummaging through a closet and pulling out big bags.

“Who?”

“I don’t know, Shade! Possibly Stray Kids! Dahyun told me someone’s asked for you because he fucking saw you on a security camera going into her office. Fuck!”

“How… how could this be?!”

“Right?! The fucker must’ve looked through HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of hours of footage to find you there!”

“Did Dahyun tell him anything…?”

“No, but she’s been threatened by that dude, so she’s making arrangements to leave as we speak. We need to go.”

“Where would we even go?”

“Somewhere… as far away as possible. Fucking hell. Where do we go?”

“… Italy?! They have a lot of remote towns… But wait… we?” I ask, and he pauses.

I watch as he opens and closes his mouth a few times, but as no words come out, I decide to speak again.

“Are you coming with me?”

“… yes.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. But… why? I thought you wanted to get rid of me.” I whisper, and he quickly glances at me, and then at my stomach.

“It’s not you… don’t get me wrong, I don’t give two shits about you, but… The baby.”

“The baby?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay.” I nod. “Let’s pack.”

~Present day~

“So, someone found you there… but who?” Minho asks deep in thought.

“I don’t know. We assumed it was Stray Kids. I thought you guys found out that Jeongin lied and that you came for me. Fuck, I’ve even lived my life fearing the day you’d come for my head.” I say and Minho pauses temporarily.

“No one except Jeongin knew you were alive. Was it him?” He tilts his head and I shrug.

“I don’t know… maybe. But why… why would he try to find me?”

“Maybe he’s still in love with you. Love makes you do crazy things.”

“But if Chris were to find out… what would he even do?” I ask, almost in a whisper, and then instantly regret it. I shouldn’t be thinking about Chris again.

“I don’t even know …”

“Anyway, Wooyoung and I both moved to Italy and that’s how I ended up here.”

“Fucking hell…” Minho replies.

“I hope you understand why I can’t come back with you, Minho. I’m sorry.”

“No, Emilia, I’m the one who’s sorry. I know you probably hate Chris. Hell, you probably hate me, and everyone else, but-”

“Yes, you’re right. I fucking loathe all of you.”

“Some tea?” Wooyoung comes into the room with another tray full of teacups.

“What, are you some sort of fucking housewife?” I mock, and he gives me a look.

“You and that rotten mouth of yours. What if Ivy hears you?”

“Iris, you’re awake!” Minho suddenly sits up from his chair and runs up to his wife. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine… my head hurts a bit… what happened?”

“Emilia hit you.” He sighs.

“Sorry ‘bout that!” I chuckle slightly and raise my teacup in the air.

“Wait, Emilia, as in-”

“Chan’s lover.” Minho clarifies, and I cringe.

“Am I that popular? Nice to meet you, Minho’s wife.”

“I have a name.” The woman stands up and comes to me, handing her hand out for a shake. “Iris.”

“Emilia, but oh well, you know that already.”

“I do. So, this is where you were hiding.”

What?

I feel everything around me freeze, and I look at Minho, whose gaze dropped as well.

“What do you mean?” I ask quietly.

“I mean – I was really wondering where you were, after I found out that the pretty grave Jeongin dug for you is empty.”

“Iris… what are you talking about?” Minho asks, as if hoping he heard his wife wrong. “Did you… know about this?”

“I found out when we left for Italy and was planning to tell you about this as soon as our honeymoon was over-”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Fuck the honeymoon, this is the type of shit you should be telling me about immediately.”

“Did Jeongin tell you?” I stand up as well and ask in a whisper. “Does… does Chris also know?”

My words are suffocating me. Faced with the prospect that Chris could actually know about me being alive makes me as anxious as I was when I first heard Minho’s voice earlier.

Fuck.

I’m scared.

“No. He’s kept your secret, no matter how much it fucked him up.”

“Don’t you dare judge me for it. It was a life and death decision for me, and you would’ve done the same thing given the circumstances. Chris can’t know about this. He can’t. I can’t see him. I don’t want to-”

“Emilia, calm down.” Wooyoung puts his hands on my shoulders, making me sit back down, and I try to breathe in for a second.

It’s hard.

It’s hard to breathe, and the room is spinning.

“How the fuck can I be calm, Wooyoung?! If Chan finds out-”

“He’ll come for you.” Iris cuts me off, and I look at her surprised.

What did she just say?

How much… does she know?

“No. He can’t. Minho, please-”

“I’m sorry, Emilia, but ever since you died, Chris has been a fucking mess…” Minho starts. “You’re the only one who can make him be… his old self.”

“Fuck that. Fuck Chris. Fuck YOU!”

“You have to come back with us.”

“No. Not in a million years. I will never come back.”

“You have his child.” Iris insists. It’s hard to contain my laugh when she’s being so cynical.

“So what? Does he deserve a chance at parenting? Ivy baby, look, this is your daddy. He almost killed mommy and he stepped on her heart repeatedly, but that’s okay, because he feels bad about it!”

“I’m sorry, but it’s just the way it will be.”

“Fuck your fake-ass compassion.” I laugh again, and when I look at Minho, I notice that he’s pointing his gun at me again. “Are you seriously threatening me right now? After ruining everything? I can’t believe you two.”

“I don’t want to threaten you. We were the ones who were wrong. But if you don’t come back willingly… You leave me no choice.”

“So, shoot me, then! Fucking shoot me and end this already, Minho! I’m not coming with you!”

“No… I won’t take you with us if you don’t want it, Emilia. I’m just saying that… if you won’t come, we’re gonna stay here just like this while Iris goes to the other room and grabs your daughter. She’s gonna take her to Chris and explain everything, and that’s it.”

He wants to take Ivy away from me?

No…

This can’t be happening.

“You wouldn’t.” I shake my head.

“Try me.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Fuck you!” I shout and feel myself on the verge of crying. Why did I invite him into my house in the first place? I should’ve told Wooyoung to poison him somehow. I should’ve run away again.

“So, will you come with us?” Minho asks again.

“Wooyoung… what in the world…”

“I think we have to go with them, unfortunately…”

“But…”

“You don’t want to? Would you let them take Ivy?” Wooyoung whispers.

“Fuck, no. Ivy is my baby. She’s mine. Minho, come on. You can’t do this. You seriously can’t.”

I watch as Minho’s face contorts; he looks like he’s in pain, and I get the sense that this isn’t easy for him either. Still, I can’t accept it. I don’t want Ivy to meet Chris.

I don’t want to meet Chris.

I’m not ready.

“I’m not ready.” I let out, and Minho closes his eyes again.

“I’m sorry.”

I tense up and curse over and over again. Wooyoung tries to touch my shoulder and I smack his hand away, and I get an overwhelming sense to scream and shout and curse the world.

I ran away for so long, only to have my wrists tied by the same ropes of the past.

No matter how far I tried to run, no matter what I did to hide, and even without specifically wanting to, someone from Stray Kids found me.

It wasn’t Jeongin. If it were, I might’ve been able to reason with him.

Hell, if it were anyone else besides Minho, I might’ve just been able to get away.

But it’s not.

It’s Minho, who is as ruthless, if not more, than Chris. Who would never leave me alone and forget he’s ever met me here. Who’s seen my daughter, Chan’s child, and would never ignore the fact that I ran away with his boss’ baby.

Faced with all this information, I know there is no choice but to swallow the lump in my throat and go with him. It’s the only way to ensure I can protect Ivy on this path we’re forced to take.

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haliaiii · 3 months

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fav percy jackson character and WHY‼️ also a character u didn’t like/were iffy abt as a child but relate to now

Ok imma be real I never had a proper proper fav? But if I had to choose (this is gonna be really basic I know) I’d say Percy 😭

Not just bc he’s the main character but I really liked him a lot as a kid and even now I still fuck w him. He’s just great and holds a lot of emotional connection cause when I started reading pjo, we were almost the same age and now that I’m rereading pjo, we’re literally both seniors in high school 💀, although when I was a kid I think I also liked Leo a lot too, pretty much any character that had a funny pov

As for a character I relate to now it’s 100 percent jason

So when I was a kid and started getting into the Percy Jackson universe, I didn’t really know where to start (cause it was like my first proper series), but the ppl at school were reading heroes of Olympus so I assumed that was where it started. I knew who Percy bc I read the Greek Gods book prior so I was very confused to open The Lost Hero and there was this guy named Jason instead 😭. I didn’t really like or dislike him, but I was surprised to find out many didn’t like him. I think if there was another series that had focused on Jason like how there was one with Percy then it would’ve made public opinion of him way better tbh, bc I feel like people didn’t like him cause they were comparing him to Percy. Anyway I didn’t really think much of him, he was just kinda ok ig? Like he didn’t really feel like he had that much character to him (at first) and I kinda thought his relationship with piper was boring 😔

But revisiting it today, (and also post what happened in the burning maze), he has a lot of really cool hidden lore that I wished was more talked about 😭. Like his whole life was a straight up tragedy, abandoned by his mother at 2, raised by wolves and then had to join the Roman military and lead at a young age. Then when he thinks he’s finally settling down, Hera fucking wipes his memories and drops him in the middle of the US and he has to spend the next years of his life fighting a war. AND THEN right when he finally settles down again, piper breaks up with him but he still goes on that quest knowing he or piper will die bc of the prophecy but sacrifices himself anyway bc he cares about her and dies at the age of 16. It’s literally so sad, he never got a chance to experience what he wanted to do and spent his entire life accommodating for others. Anyway peak eldest sister energy even if he’s the younger brother 😭

Also another character I warmed up to a lot was Piper!! I originally didn’t like her “not like other girls” personality, but looking back on it I was kinda the same way 💀. Like I feel like she’s a really cool complex character and that gets overlooked, I think her negative feelings towards femininity kinda also stems from the weird brainwashing thing Hera did and her developing her sexuality. I actually started liking her more when she broke up with Jason and started dating her girlfriend, ( on a side note, I lament the fact that we’ll never get to see Jason and Piper develop their friendship cause I really think they were platonic soulmates and never meant to be in a romantic relationship).

I just think they’re both really neat by themselves! There’s so many other characters I could spend paragraphs talking about but we could be here all day 😭

Ty for the ask tho I had sm fun info dumping-

#haliai ask #pjo #another underrated character imo is hazel she slays #she’s also so fun to draw I should drop my hazel sketches soon #also it’s kinda funny I haven’t drawn Nico yet considering he’s definitely a fan favorite lol #I never really felt that much for him imma be honest 😭#I enjoy his dynamics with other characters but ig he never really stood out to me as an individual?#maybe it’s cause I never really related to him as a kid idk #it’s funny cause with my track record he should 100 percent be my fav 💀

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ifhymona · 3 months

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٭* Not Too Late *٭

Chapter 4 | chino moreno x reader

chapter 3 ~ chapter 5 | ao3

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a/n: !! PLEASE READ !! the chapter is going back to y/n and chino’s argument, in case anyone is confused !

chino’s pov:

she turned around and walked away. that hurt. i stood there for a second thinking to myself. i remembered telling her those things but i also dont. at the time, i was more focused on the fact that she told me to break up with her. my mind kind of blocked out what i said. it hurt even more when a week later she cheated on me. i hated that she was right. that she knew something i didn’t.

when i walked back inside, the guys were all huddled around the door acting like they weren’t listening.

i looked at them and they looked at me. “you heard her!”

“she didn’t mean it though, right?” stephen asked. i stood quiet with my eyes on my feet. “right?” he exclaimed.

“did you guys hear everything?” they all looked at each other and nodded. i sighed. “she meant every word she said.”

chi spoke up. “you should go home chino. we’ll all meet back up in two days and check in, alright?”

i was grateful towards chi. despite my actions, he was still my friend when i needed it.

i nodded and we all packed up at went home.

here i am watching star wars for like the millionth time. star wars always helped me feel better when i was in a funk. no matter how many times ive seen it, it will always be my favorite. i even still use a star wars lunch pail anytime we go to a venue in case i get hungry.

but this time, it wasn’t helping me the slightest bit. all i could think of were y/n’s harsh words.

“you’re the most selfish person i know and i want nothing to do with you.” i repeated her words back to myself. “i mean how could she say that? we used to have so much fun together. she aint’t no saint either. what about that one time we all went to the skate park and she didn’t even talk to me. not once. she was only talking to ethan smith. she knew how much i hated ethan too.”

who am i kidding? what i did to y/n was way worse. i just couldn’t stand the fact that she was right. that she basically predicted the future. when i discovered cassandra with another dude, it felt as if my world was crumbling apart. i had lost my girlfriend and my best friend.

i thought i loved cassandra. she was the first girl to ask me out. every guy has a phase where they’re obsessed with their first girlfriend, that’s just how it goes. but after i found her cheating, i slowly grew a resentment towards her. i didn’t understand why i was even with someone like her. but now, i’m neutral about her. that was just a dumb high school relationship. but with y/n it was different.

when i broke up with her, i found myself waiting for y/n’s call for hours hoping she would put everything aside and things would go back to normal. but it never came. i missed y/n more and more. but i couldn’t believe that she had just left so easily. like we didn’t a past together. i didn’t like her like that. i just needed a friend.

after graduation, i stopped seeing y/n less and less. eventually, i started moving on from her. then i got with the band and life has been great. that was until she came back in the picture to be our assistant. when i seen her name in that paper, i didn’t wanna believe it was her. but it was. now i feel like i’m going crazy over her.

i stood up to go smoke a cigarette since star wars wasn’t helping me. i stood on my balcony still trying to erase my thoughts about y/n. but i couldn’t help feeling like an asshole.

my mind kept going back to the memories we used to make. like when we shared a PE class sophomore year and we would always talk and joke and mess around.

or when i snuck into her art class to see her but got kicked out after we started laughing too hard.

or when i would go to the bathroom and would pass her class walking back to mine. i would wave to her through the window and somehow she noticed me each time.

she always had her hair down and it was long and thick but naturally flowy. she would always tuck her hair behind her right ear. i always liked it when she would do that. i don’t even know why i remember that.

i wanted to apologize. but the more i thought about it, the more i realized how much of a bad idea it might be. i missed y/n and i was stupid enough to lose her. what if she really did want nothing to do with me? what if i went to her house and it ends up backfiring on me? what if i apologize and she doesn’t accept it? what if i lose her for good? i needed to give her some space.

me and the band were practicing a new song that we had just came up with. but the whole time, i wasn’t feeling it and you could hear it in my voice too.

“okay stop stop stop.” chi shouted. “what is up with you today, man? your voice keeps cracking dude and i miss your little whiny voice.” he said sarcastically. i smiled but didn’t respond.

chi walked my way. “is it really that bad?” he said while holding my shoulders. i nodded.

chi sighed and told everyone, “let’s take 5.”

me and chi sat down on the couch and he asked “is this about y/n?”

“yes. i’ve just been thinking about what she told me and i never felt like this much of an ass before.”

“look man, you need to snap out of it. why don’t you just say sorry?”

“because i’m scared that if i say sorry, she’ll think im lying and never wanna talk to me again.”

chi bursted out laughing. “i love you chino but sometimes you’re such an idiot. if you and y/n have a past and you know that what you’re saying is genuine, then i doubt she’s never gonna wanna see you again. you need to man up and say sorry before it’s too late. plus we still need an assistant and the band has been lacking without her help so you need apologize either way. so go and talk to her right now because we need her.”

chi was right. i’m glad i had someone like chi to keep me in check.

after skating for 15 minutes, i had finally arrived at her house.

when i knocked on her front door, her mom had answered.

“is that camillo moreno?? i haven’t seen you in ages! how have you been?”

“hi mrs. l/n. i’ve been good, just got busy with my own life i guess.” i shrugged. “is y/n here?”

“yes but she hasn’t left her room in days so good luck with her.” she sighed.

i didn’t realize how badly i had hurt her. hearing her mom say that made me feel worse. but this wasn’t about me.

i knocked on her door. “leave me alone!” y/n shouted. i walked in anyway.

her room was a mess. there were clothes everywhere but luckily no old food plates.

“jeez this place is a mess.” i teased.

“go away, chino. didn’t i tell you i wanted nothing to do with you?” i knew i was right. this is going terrible already. i should just leave.

but i didn’t want to. i needed to fix this. “you did but since im so selfish, im gonna do what i wanna do.” i joked.

no response. i knew i shouldn’t have said that.

“oh come on, y/n. ive been thinking about what you told me and.. i’m sorry.”

no response. i needed to get her back into my life. i need to tell her how much she means to me.

i sat down at the foot of her bed. “you’re right. it was selfish of me to expect all those things from you. at the time, i thought cassandra was my everything. despite all the bad signs, i only payed attention to the good ones. i guess i was just so caught up with cassandra that i failed to realize i had lost the most important person in my life, you.”

she sat up. her hair was tangled and greasy. her eyes were glossy and red. her nose was stuffed and she had eye bags. but despite all that, she still looked beautiful.

“jesus you look like shit.”

“yeah i wonder why camillo!” she shouted at me.

it went silent. “you have every right to be mad at me. but there’s no reason to leave the band.” i looked into her eyes. “the band hasn’t been the same without you and the guys really miss you. they keep reminding me that i screwed up big time and that i needed to fix it.” she laughed. how much i had missed her laugh.

“y/n, i really am sorry about everything.” we stared at each other. “you know, i will admit that i did miss you a lot. like a lot a lot.”

she smiled. “me too camillo.”

i hugged her. not only because i thought she needed it but also because i needed it too.

“how did you even get in anyway?” she asked.

“i hopped through a window.” i smirked.

she punched my arm. “ow! your mom had let me in, you jerk.” we both fell into laughter.

i love being around her. she’s my best friend. i missed laughing with her like this and i will do everything to make this friendship last.

a/n: please leave a like and a repost if you enjoyed todays chapter !! chapter 5 will be out next week. lots of love <3

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ladyelissarose · 2 years

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Warnings: mentions of lots of blood, past actions of murder, mentions of r*pe but it doesn’t happen. Angst as we go on.

“The Secrets of Gotham-Unmasked”

Chp. 27

Bruce’s POV

A few days had passed sense the panic attack he had at Y/n’s place, and he never got better after Alfred told him the news of Y/b/n running away. After he heard the news he would spend extra time out on patrol at night to look around for him, searching every place he thought Y/b/n could possibly be at. But he always came back empty and alone. This night in particular was already hitting 3:30 in the morning when Batman was still out, but this time he took time to himself for a moment of air as he sat at the rebuilt seawall. Earlier activities of that night had Bruce sore all over his body, he had gone attacked a few times while he tried to save others, but his mind wasn’t focused on the pain as usual. He instead had discarded of his Batsuit so at the moment he was wearing his drifting clothes as he sat there staring into the distance thinking about Y/b/n.

‘Where did you go Y/b/n? Why didn’t you come to me I could’ve explained to you the truth better.. of how I just.. I just wanted a little brother for you. I thought that maybe it’d help you back in track and into our family.. Because I know you love Danny.. or you loved Danny.. I don’t even know you now, what you think of your sister.. which is your mother, my fiancée, what you think of Alfred and I. I just wanted to save you.. I just wanted you to come home.’

His phone then rang and he pulled it out of his pocket to see that it was Gordon calling him, his mind immediately thought of Y/b/n,

‘Maybe he found him!’

“Gordon.”

“Chief, listen I know I might start sounding like a pest just bugging you, but I really have something you need to see.. I haven’t called PD in to check it out, I might not at all, so we’ll be alone meaning you’ll be fine. I’ll text you the address, see me there in 10.”

Gordon hung up immediately not giving Bruce a chance to back out or anything, in that same moment he got the text for the address, and Bruce saw that the place was familiar,

‘That’s the place where we found the first kid’s body.. when Stewart started all of this.’

Getting suited up quickly Batman was soon on his way to the abandoned building.

Gordon’s POV

To not be jump-scared again like last time Gordon made sure to be facing the entrance of the building prepared for his arrival. He then heard Batman’s Batcycle and he walked outside to greet him,

“Chief.”

“Gordon.”

Leading him inside Gordon explained,

“So I got an anonymous message an hour ago, leading me to this place, remember what happened here?”

Shanking his head yes slowly Batman recalled,

“This is where we found the first body in the Stewart case. Do you think it’s starting again?”

“I’m not sure, I found this Red mask.. isn’t it the RedHood’s?”

“Yeah that’s his.. why is it covered in blood?”

“Again I’m not sure, I’m thinking that he might’ve gotten beaten though, but this isn’t the worst, come look at this.”

Gordon led him to a back room that was there in the building and he was right, it was the worst yet, stepping inside was basically walking into a murder scene, it was crucial and horrific. A single chair was placed in the center of the room, while ropes and ties were thrown around, along with crowbars and single handed tasers, blood was splattered in different places as well as what looked like if someone was dragged on the floor covered in blood. Taking in the scene dreadfully Gordon looked at Batman for him to say anything, but he was met was a silent Batman.

Batman’s POV

Batman took slow but cautious steps around the room as he looked at the wall, that had words written in blood that said,

“What Stewart started, we will finish,

& what she couldn’t do, we will’

Putting the pieces together in his head Batman thought,

‘What Stewart started as far as the building of the trafficking system, they will finish.. and what she couldn’t do which was kill Y/b/n.. they will do... meaning right now they have Y/b/n!’

Batman then heard Gordon’s question,

“Do you think The RedHood is going rouge finally unmasked? Or what could this mean?”

Turning his head towards Gordon while walking towards the exit quietly Batman explained simply,

“The people that work for Stewart that were after Y/b/n, have kidnapped the RedHood. They did all this to him and unmasked him.”

Gordon’s POV

While Batman spoke Gordon was crouched down looking at the ground examining the tools that were laying around as he said,

“But that’s crazy.. why would they want the RedHood so bad? Hasn’t this kid killed a lot of them already? Don’t you think that these guys would want to stay away from him?”

All Gordon got back in return was silence, making him look up to seeing that he was now alone,

‘Great.. he left me here, why does he always leave when it’s serious. I needed him to help me track down this evidence for prints, rich Batman has the equipment I need.. ughh.. I’ll just stick around and look for more... hopefully he went to find the RedHood.’

Y/n’s POV

This night while Bruce was away on his long patrols and not returning home, Y/n took advantage of the free time to spend more of it at the Iceberg Lounge. As she spent more time there she experienced the good and the bad of it, the good was that she was given more liberty to hang around, meaning she was able to name and write out the people who weren’t supposed to be there that would, and as for the bad, Y/n always had to stay away from the creeps that wanted nothing but to put their dirty hands on her, she would barely escape the possibility of being put in a secret room to be raped or hurt. But Y/n would use their drunken and high state to knock them out with a clean punch in before anything could happen, but it was still a risk of getting caught by the Penguins Goons, or not being able to escape the jaws of the death. But finally this night Y/n saw who she was looking for all along, Bock Mackenzie in the flesh. Seeing him in person as he stood no more than 4 feet away sent chills up her spine and down to her feet, she grew nervous all of a sudden,

‘It’s about damn time he shows up.. but why do I feel like this now.. I have him here.. with all his stupid buddies-‘

‘Y/n you’re not breathing.. what’s going on?’

Interrupting her thoughts she heard Saunders voice speak through the comms, she hadn’t even realized that she had stopped breathing, she confirmed she was ready to go as she responded,

“I’m ok... he’s just finally here.. Mackenzie. And he has a bunch of guys here with him.. they all look like a bunch of fish waiting for a can of worms to be opened.”

‘You sound just like your father... but hey, that’s your your cue to go, approach them. William Kenzie knows you well.. he sees you here often, so step around and catch his attention, see if he’ll let you stick around as they all sit with Bock.’

“Copy that.. stick with me please.”

‘I’m not going anywhere. I got your back.’

Y/n waited for them to get all seated so she could approach them with fresh drinks that had been requested for that table and some drops too that they had just purchased. Walking towards their table with a gleaming white smile and swaying hips Y/n finally arrived, she came face to face with Mackenzie as he looked her up and down like is she was a piece of meat, but Y/n didn’t take thought into his pervy stares, instead she pitched her voice as she put the tray down,

“Hi gentlemen! Here are your drinks and drops-“

“And who are you sweetheart? I’ve never seen your face? You new?”

Mackenzie interrupted her sentence with his question, William then answered for her as he pulled her wrist to get her closer to him,

“Oh Bock, this is Diana.. a really sweet girl here, always attentive and pretty... why don’t you accompany us huh? What do you say baby?”

Y/n played like she was shy about his offer until Mackenzie asked,

“You can’t be inviting people like that... I don’t know her-“

“She’s the best here.. come on.. she’ll be here lip zipped tight on my lap.. nothing more or less. You know we’re all safe here.”

Rolling his eyes but giving in Mackenzie allowed William to pull Y/n into his lap, which she was very uncomfortable doing but it was part of her role,

‘Whyyyyyy... ugh how disgusting.. I do anything to be in Bruce’s lap instead. I legit kill.. to be anywhere with Bruce but here.’

Brushing her thoughts away Y/n took a swig of a drink she served herself, which was water, she served it like that for a purpose, to be sober the entire time without anyone knowing of course. Then boldly grabbed a package of drops from her bra that earlier that evening she had switched the drops for pieces of candy she make to look like the drug, she popped the whole thing in her mouth, making a point to impress the men. Which was successful as William praised,

“My my.. my brave baby.. I told you she’s like us.. wanting to get all high with me huh.. give it 5 minutes Bock.. and she’s basically a drunken zombie.. so why don’t you start debriefing us on why you haven’t been here for a hot minute?”

Getting comfortable in his seat as he downed his drink with drops within he began to say,

“I’ve been planning her funeral.. well not planning it but making sure it’s going to go down well, because that night the feds are picking up the casket.. which has the money and drops inside which we are exchanging for the printed fingerprints of hers that are on the drops package Walker put in her bag. We made a deal, and it’s going down that night.. plus, Maroni wants to start the drip business in D.C., so we figure that with that we’ll begin. And how about you Kenzie? You seem to be around here much instead of looking for Y/n Y/l/n like I asked.”

William waved his hand shrugging his shoulders,

“Well while you’re making deals with the feds and all to up Maroni’s business in D.C., the guys and I have been looking everywhere for Y/l/n.. she hasn’t come out anywhere. It’s ridiculous, I’m telling you the Batman has her-“

“And why would he? What connections do they have?”

“He and Gordon are always together remember, and Y/n was with Gordon every time they went out. So what do you think? And there’s no way I’m going up and arms against Batshit anymore, he broke my nose last time.”

Rolling his eyes Mackenzie insisted,

“I don’t care what you have to do or go through to get her I want Y/n Y/l/n in my hands dead or alive.. you’ve done it before, with the Waynes and Y/n’s parents without a problem. So what’s the deal now?”

“It’s not a problem, ok? I’ll get it done.. you realize that’s it isn’t that easy as you make it seem? Don’t underestimate me, I took down the Queen and King Of Gotham, the Waynes.. then I took care of the Y/l/n’s without a trace.. I got this.”

Y/n’s breath hitched at the shocking news that the man whom’s lap she was sitting on was her parents and fiancé’s parents’ killer, but she covered her shocking intake of breath with a hiccup, excusing herself from the table as she said,

“I need to go refresh myself for a second gentlemen-“

And a wicked thought of bitterness and anger seeped into her mind as she spoke, bending down to speak into Williams ear she added as she thought,

‘Wanna have a good time William.. I’ll show you..-‘

“And William.. my favorite customer.. why don’t I see you in room 8 when I come back huh? For being so sweet and keeping me company.”

His eyebrows raised in surprise at her offer sense she never said such, but he of course wasn’t about to turn down a rare offer, so he said yes,

“Of course baby... come back then lead the way for me..”

“Ok... I’ll be right back.”

She sent a flirtatious wink at Mackenzie playing him into her grifting lies, which his drunken self took in perfectly. Then as fast as she could she ran to the restroom and barely made it to the toilet as she began to vomit our whatever she had eaten that day. She sat there for a few minutes as she finished gagging and vomiting out whatever she had left, once she felt that she was done she sat on the floor and began to cry in pain, disgust and anger, an anger she had never felt before. Not even when she was in front of her brothers killer did she feel this angry. Y/n began to stand up and walk towards the sink when she heard Saunders worried voice tell her,

‘Y/n I’m sorry you had to hear that but listen to me you can’t engage now-‘

“What do you mean not engage?! You heard him, William Kenzie was the one that was sent to kill my parents and Bruce’s parents!-“

‘I know Y/n and in due time you’ll be able to put him away for it. No matter when or how he will pay for it, but that will have to come all down with Bock Mackenzie too. Just please, don’t do what your hearts telling you to do, I know you want to hurt him if not kill him, but you know your father wouldn’t do such. Instead hit him where it’ll hurt most-‘

“His balls?”

Y/n’s sudden blurted word made Saunders confused for a second but then she explained,

“Kick him in the balls Uncle G, isn’t that the most painful for guys? That’s what I meant.”

Saunders let out a chuckle at her statement and corrected between broken giggles,

‘N-No.. no Y/n/n.. what.. God you’re hilarious.. You’re definitely a little Y/f/n.. but here, what I meant by hit him where it’s hurts most.. is to go after where he’s keeping the money.. the drops.. while you were on his lap I was able to connect to his cellphone and go through his messages, I have the directions of where they’re keeping it, it’s at the Gotham Catholic Church.

Leave the beating for later and go take care of the money instead. Be smart, and get out of there now.. if you spend too much time around you might.. you might convince yourself that vengeance is the answer. Ok?’

He was looking through her lens as she stood in front of a mirror looking at herself talking to him, he could see her shoulders going up and down as she took deep breaths, trying to compose herself, then she began to look around as she asked,

“How the hell am I supposed to get out of here?”

‘Are there windows?’

“Yeah but... you don’t expect me to climb the wall and climb out of it right?”

‘I was hoping you do, unless you want William to come looking for you to complete your offer.’

Groaning Y/n turned away and walked towards the barred window, with a good jump she was able to catch the rail, shaking it a little she saw how it was loose, so with a couple of harsh jerks the rail came off. Then she opened the lock and was able to push it open to crawl out, sense the club was underground, the window there was on the floor from the outside, making it an easy exit for her.

Once she stood up and was outside she saw the homeless guy that was always around, waiting or her to approach him and give him her nightly earnings. This time Y/n had something else to do, walking towards him she thought,

‘I need a different disguise to enter the church where they’re keeping the money. Maybe go in looking like a poor woman that has mental issues or something.. let’s see if he’s in a giving mood though.’

The homeless man came walking up to her as cautiously as always, and waited for her to speak first too, which Y/n did,

“Hi.. look I need something from you.. is that ok?”

He never spoke to her, he only used his hand and head gestures to communicate, and he shook his head yes while his hands asked for what, then Y/n explained,

“I need to go to the Gotham Catholic Church.. but I can’t go dressed like this... is there a way you can maybe lend me some pants and a shirt.. please?”

Nodding his head agreeing he quickly pulled out some worn out jeans with a large blue button down shirt, way too large for her but it was better than anything. Taking the clothes Y/n handed him the money and thanked him,

“Thank you sir.. have a great night.’

He waved her goodbye and turned away and began to walk to the corner store where he usually bought his late night snacks. Getting dressed into the clothes Y/n called out the the passing taxi and got in as she said,

“Gotham Catholic Church please.”

The guy looked back to her confused as hell as he pointed at the time,

“It’s freaking 3 in the morning.. why?”

“Because... I have lots of secrets to unmask. Now go please.”

RedHoods POV

He regretted every second of it, as he woke up inside a dark container, which is what he thought it was, until he began to feel around and felt its familiarity, his heart dropping to his chest when he realized where he really was at,

‘I’m in a casket.. fuck I’m gonna die in here. I can’t breathe- wait I’m going to die!!! No no we got to find a way out.’

Y/b/n was going to start hitting the roof of the casket, but his arms stung in excruciating pain when he had barely moved, the pain shocked from his head down to his feet, making him whimper in pain and scream for help,

“HEY SOMEONE HELP ME!!! GET ME OUTTA HERE!! PLEASE!!”

Forgetting the pain he began to hit the top, shouting in pain his fists hit the hard wooden top, he went on and on until he couldn’t feel his hands, giving up he dropped his hands to his sides and began to cry, for his sister,

“Y/nnnn!!!! Please help me! I’m so sorry!! Alfred!! B!!! Someone get me out of here!!! I’m so sorry!! Just open it and let me out!!! HELP!!! Please help me!!! Mom!!!”

Hearing his own voice screaming mom broke his heart as he began to bawl his eyes and heart out, he was in the loneliness of the casket, no one would see him finally to terms that after all all he ever wanted was to be back in the arms of his sister, or whom his heart received as a mother. Days before being caught he promised himself he’d never return and leave it at that, but now all he wanted was to be in the comfort of his mothers arms, where it was warm, love, and he was safe.

But soon his memories would be partially erased, making him forget the few memories he had of his life before the disaster. Because they want to use him to go against The Batman.. and once and for all bring in Y/n Y/l/n, his sister. There all together they would have whom they considered the strongest people of Gotham.. and destroy them all.. then no one.. absolutely no one, would ever discover the secrets of Gotham, because there wouldn’t be anyone to dig for them.

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catmaidetho · 2 years

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i felt younger when we met

Sister fic/Alt POV of "i dont think that i would exactly call it love" wc: 1195

Star-gazing wasn’t something Grian really thought they had time for. Scar was red, for goodness sake, didn’t they have chaos wreak? Still… it was nice, he guessed, to sit back and enjoy the quiet sounds of the desert at night. A lot had happened in only a few days, and things were hurtling towards war a lot faster than he’d anticipated. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe in time with the gusts of wind.

His peace was disrupted by Scar blurting a question. “What do you think happens after we die?”

He turned his head over to look at Scar, who’s gaze was solidly set on the stars with nothing short of admiration. He made it seem so easy, then again he was the one being babysat.

“You go into spectator mode,” he answered plainly. This was a hardcore world. When your third life went away, you turned into a ghost.

He shrieked as Scar smacked his arm. “Not the stupid admin answer, Grian,” he snapped, rolling over onto his side to look at him. “What happens to us? What happens when the last player dies?”

He paused. That was the part he’d kept from everyone, the part that came attached on accident and he couldn’t get rid of. You couldn’t have looping hardcore lives without looping, well, everything else. “We restart,” he replied, barely audible over the wind. “The last player dies, and then everything starts over.”

Scar made a face at him, then sat up, looming over him and blocking his view of the stars. “You’re not see-through, idiot,” he quipped, and then Scar’s face scrunched up more.

“I’m trying to be serious for once, Grian!” he chided.

Oh. Serious? That was… new. Nonetheless, he gave Scar his undivided attention; not like there was anything to divide it with, anyway. The silence between them dragged on for an awkwardly heavy moment before Scar spoke again.

“Be honest with me,” he started, “Do you think we’ll be friends in the next iteration of this world?”

Grian froze. Scar’s face changed to one of uncertainty, questioning what laid before them just as much as Grian was. ‘Friends’ was a sensitive word in a world like this. Did friendships exist, or were they just allies until the time came for them to be otherwise? He hoped it wasn’t like that, but when everyone had to die one way or another, one could never know.

He closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I don’t know,” he whispered. He didn’t even know if they’d stay friends for the rest of their time together in this iteration, how could he predict it in a world he hadn’t even seen yet?

His heart sank as he heard Scar suck in a breath. He knew that sound, he knew what it meant. That wasn’t what he’d wanted to hear. Grian didn’t know what he’d wanted from him. Scar collapsed back into the sand next to him, and he shuddered as he settled dangerously close next to him.

“I hope we will be,” Scar whispered back, “I think fate will be kind to us.”

Grian was suddenly all-too-aware of how uncomfortable it was to lay on cold sand. It wormed its way into his shirt, made itself at home in his hair, and he would never get it out of his shoes. Scar might’ve had the right idea about going half-clothed most of the time.

Fate was a fickle thing. You could hope and hope and hope, and most of the time it would only scorn you for trying.

Scar’s hand cautiously wrapped around his waist. The warmth was a welcome change from the cold seeping into his bones.

“Don’t say that,” he hissed, purple tingeing the back of his eyes as he squeezed them shut. “You don’t know what you’re inviting.”

Scar pulled him closer, and he let out a shaky breath.

“I mean, we’re friends on every other server we’re in, so why not this one?”

Grian didn’t reply. He didn’t want to test fate, or tempt the powers that be. He knew what sort of powers watched over this world, and if he knew Them he knew that They were cruel. There was nothing funnier in Their eyes than ruining something perfectly good.

He settled in Scar’s hold. If he focused, he could swear he heard his heart beat in time with Scar’s, but maybe that was just an illusion.

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“Scar, are you looking at me?”

“Yup!” Scar chirped, his gaze darting between him and those stupid pandas. He kept rambling on about them, caring more about giving them bamboo than actually paying attention to what he had to say.

He placed a dripstone over Scar’s head, and of course the second he broke it, Scar had turned to his Jellie pandas.

He groaned, both from the pain of the dripstone crashing over Scar’s shoulders and that idiot not looking at him to see. If he didn’t feel obligated, he’d have stormed off by now, but he couldn’t risk Scar not knowing.

“Scar!” he squawked, his nails driving into his palms from how tightly he was clenching his fists. “Look at me!”

Scar sputtered, throwing him wide, baby eyes. “But look at them, aren’t they adorable?”

Deep breaths. He couldn’t stay mad at Scar for being distracted by his animals; it was like getting mad at the rain for being wet. “Ugh—yes, yes they’re adorable, now look at me.”

He placed another dripstone over his head. “Are you looking at me?”

Scar nodded. He let the dripstone drop.

The dripstone fell, and Grian held back from crying out. Scar’s eyes flew wide with the realization—not quite the truck that had slammed Grian in his chest and stolen the air from his lungs, but a realization nonetheless—and that night they spent in the desert came back to him. He could swear he still felt the sand in his shoes.

“Oh.”

They’d tempted fate, and this was how they were rewarded? Was this supposed to be poetic? Did They find this funny?

“Oh, oh my god.”

Scar came up to him, hands finding themselves at home around his waist and pulling him closer into a hug. His warmth made him feel sick.

“I’m… I’m glad we can be friends again,” Scar murmured into his hair. “I missed you.”

He stood still, his hands shaking. He wondered if Scar could feel the panic rising in his chest, the way the world blacked itself out for him. He couldn’t do this. Not again. He was just going to be left for dead, left out to dry; it didn’t even matter that they were linked, because if he knew Scar, all his efforts to protect him would be thrown out the second the opportunity presented itself.

They were going to die, hand in hand, and he didn’t think he could handle that. He couldn’t pay for Scar’s mistakes, not again.

He felt Scar’s heart beat in time with his own, and bile crawled up his throat.

“Get off me,” he hissed.

He didn’t have time for this. They had a base to build.

#khaos.txt #writing #grian #scar #double life spoilers #heheheheheheeeeeeeee #i love writing alt povs of stuff #:)))#also i'll drop my desert duo playlist here one day. i think its come out really good

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Secret Penpal within the little palace pt. 3

Amira's pov:

When I received his letter, I was surprised how fast he was replying back to me as I took it from Fedyor. I suddenly became aware that this was my 2nd letter from him and he seemed more interested in me. I knew I hadn't told any of my hobbies but that was fine. As I looked over it I read over his letter he wrote.

It does not matter if you are a mixed breed Grisha what you can do is amazing. Summon the light, the light is hope for everyone but you also have Tidemaker. No one could ever compare, not even a normal Sun Summoner. The idea you want summoners around to accept you must mean you have shared your secret of being a Two class summoner with them.

Everyone has a choice on what they do with their small science. even you who has gained not one but two. It is great to hear that you have trained with both, the saints must be looking down upon you if you made it this far without being detected by any of those who haven't know.

You have taken a risk of revealing yourself to another, but did you expect your card would end up in my hand? I am looking forward to the day I get to put your Grisha symbols to your face and know the person who is. Perhaps with time you will be ready to embrace your true nature of being both.

Things have been busy but Fedyor asks every year and every year I told him no. Perhaps the saints have given me the feeling of something was different this year. Now that I've answered your questions. Perhaps you will answer mine since I am sure you are far from wanting others to know.

Are your parents Grisha? Sometimes Small science can be inherited directly from a parent. Has Baghra known about you all this time and kept you concealed? Do you long for the day you can walk amongst your peers and be accepted for who you truly are?

-General Kirigan

To say I wasn't touched by his words was not the case, I felt like someone actually saw me for what I am...Even if he didn't know it was me. Still I needed to reply back to his letter so I needed to figure out what to write. I sighed not sure what to write so I stuck the letter in my kefta and walked to Baghra's hut. I knew I owed him some answers but I had to figure out what I wanted to write to him. I made sure no one saw me as everyone was focused on their letters and I was going to keep doing everything.

As I walked into the hut I closed the door behind me as I walked down "Baghra" I said as I walked to the chair she had me sit in to wait for her. "You're a tad late Amira, were you participating in the letters?" Baghra asked as she walked. I hadn't seen her yet but her cane was easy to tell where she was before she was noticeable by the fire light. "I am, I received my 2nd letter." I admitted as she looked at me but I knew she'd said to avoid the General so I wasn't going to tell her who I had.

"I suppose this is good to build relationships between your fellow Grisha." Baghra said before she smacked the chair leg which signaled me to get up. "Now call the light" I knew she was going to say that as I put my hands together and then formed a big ball of light. She knew when we were in her hut that I could only do so much but I was able to expand it enough to surround the room for a few minutes before she had enough. "Meet me tonight. We'll practice by the lake." Baghra said

I merely nod as I soon left then walked to a desk to write a letter back.

General,

Most would not see it the same as you have or my friends have with being a two class summoner. They may refer me as something not meant to be here within the little palace. Though everyone talks about how a Sun Summoner would solve a lot of problems for Ravka. Of course I listen to them but I never get into big crowds.

The saints are the reason I was born this way if it is some test to see if I could handle it I fear they are testing me. Still I adore the light and sometimes I try the hardest thing to form it at night. When I can't sleep I form just a small amount in my room to draw in my sketch book and enjoy the warmth it brings.

What is life without risk? Even writing to you now I risk you figuring out who I am before it is time. Still I look forward to a day when I may be able to find that someone who will accept me without fault or expectation. Who would want someone like myself to be by their side but I fear that day will never come.

Yes, my parents are Grisha and I come from a family lineage of Grisha. My Grandmother was Sun Summoner but in my family we're mixed with Inferni, Tidemaker, and the only squaller is my brother. Baghra? Well she knows the truth about all Grisha and she hits with her cane so it's not like I could hide from her. For one to be accepted by her peers she must first take that step herself...maybe this is my first step.

-A

Handing it to Fedyor I knew what I was doing, Fedyor knew exactly who to give it to. I just had to take a deep breath once he walked away but I knew Fedyor had to deliver all the letters so someone else must be delivering his.

Aleksander's pov:

I was finishing up my plans for what to do next with 2nd army anticipating her reply. It had to have been a her because none of our tidemakers who were men started with an A. I questioned if I pushed too far into her personal life and would she answer. Did Baghra know all this time and never tell me? That infuriating woman would do anything to keep a Sun Summoner from me.

When Fedyor walked in and handed the letter, I was anticipating it not to be very long as I accepted it and left. As I read over it, I was surprised she had a grandparent...but what caught my attention was this grandmother is a Sun Summoner.

Could this be..the Sun Summoner female mother once spoke of with her silly little blood pact? Stays away from big crowds...these are hints. I thought

To summon the light in the night is something not so easily done since there is no sun light for you to call upon. You draw? When we meet I would love to see what you have done during those nights you can't sleep. Surely, you must feel great about what you are able to do and yet no one ever noticed any lights in the room even with that small amount you conjure with your small science.

Why wait for such a thing when you have opportunity now? I can't wait for the day I lay eyes on you the beautiful two class summoner. If you want someone to walk this path with you then why don't we work together? See where things go as Sun and Shadow can help each other and we can work together to bring what you want to reality but also give you something you might need.

And your mother? Father? Who is your brother in the little palace? Does his name also start with A if you can't tell me right now. I want to get to know you, the summoner who I can imagine is ready to step out into the light. Baghra can be tedious but she means well.

-General Kirigan

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Another Way to Disappear

“This is where we part company. You’re slowing me down.” He said it, breathing hard, and in a moment he was gone.

Murphy’s POV

He wasn’t totally wrong. My injuries significantly slowed me down physically; mentally, however, I hadn’t lost a step. The plan to get Thomas back and moved to a “safe” location; Harry took care of the execution but the idea and timing were mine. He took care of the magical elements and provided the muscle but the design and the look of the evening all came from me.

I hadn’t understood everything he and Mac talked about before Harry left, but I clearly understood that Harry meant to keep me out of whatever happened next. You could sense the violence and mayhem outside; it contrasted oddly with the momentary calm inside Mac’s. And I was being left behind, charged with keeping order and doing whatever I could for the refugees Mac was now duty bound to protect.

Then things started to get busy and I ran out of time to consider how grossly unfair the situation was. I still wanted to be in the midst of the battle, still wanted to fight, still needed to take care of that angry, unpredictable wizard out there tossing around fire and ice and slinging spells, prepared to fight anything that moved, but these were MY people seeking refuge at Mac’s, the human kind. They needed direction, organization and the sense that they mattered as much as anyone, or any thing, while the sounds of a war being waged in their streets tried to override their sanity. I set people to tasks because there’s nothing like work to keep you focused, centered. Some people set up childcare in the far corner of the bar while others got started rolling bandages and looking for weapons to fight with, if it came to that. Mac and I didn’t need to speak to each other, we just concentrated on doing what Harry had said needed to be done. I posted a guard at the door and assigned someone to check any other possible entrances or exits. It was organized chaos and the cast of characters ebbed and flowed. I saw Butters and Sanya but didn’t stop to talk to them; they were bound for the battle and I wasn’t. It hurt deep in my chest. Sanya turned back toward me at the door when they left, grinned and half saluted as he mouthed the words: “We’ll watch out for him.” All I could do was nod and then it was back to work. I briefly thought about the other sanctuaries designated for the people of Chicago and decided maybe I got the best of them.

Mac’s POV

Dresden came, negotiated with me and left. Karrin Murphy was angry and hurting, determination pouring off her like water from a fountain. I tried to decide if Harry made a mistake bringing her to my place for shelter or if he made it when he left without her. And it was all too obvious he hadn’t explained everything to her. Again. Long, dangerous evening ahead, not all of it from outside, maybe. So much noise and confusion, people arriving, some leaving to join the battle, others too frightened to think. Lots of those.

Post Battle of the Bean

Mac’s POV

Dresdsen and a rag-tag group of warriors stumbled in through the main door. My own group of refugees were numb and fairly quiet after the battles and explosions, the sounds and occasional sights of things better left unknown. Dresden kept looking around, examining each face and every person in the room. I knew who he wanted to see, what was coming.

“Mac. How was it here?” Dresden kept looking around, eyes never still. Looked like he was listening hard, too.

“Went OK. Good organization, lot of control used.”

He finally looked right at me, not at my eyes, but at my face, searching desperatelying for something I couldn’t give him. “Where is she, Mac? Not hurt, right?” He went back to looking at everything again. “Damn it, tell me she didn’t leave here to go. . .”

I shook my head. “Did exactly what you told her. Kept everyone safe and sound.”

“Where IS she, Mac?” He was leaning over the bar at that point, hoarse, desperate, angry and afraid.

“While after you left, 2 cops came in. She knew one of them right off. He saw her, yelled she was under arrest, started shouting, pulled a gun. Murphy didn’t even blink, just walked over to calm things down. She tried to talk to him. He wasn’t having it. I went for the shotgun under the bar but she waved me off. I thought there might be a fight; I’m pretty sure she would have taken him down but he kept waving that damned gun around. Had kids in here, lots of elderly, too. She agreed to leave with him and the other cop just to get him outside, away from the crowd before he shot someone. Told me you’d know who it was she left with and maybe you could find her later.” Mac stopped and his expression got hard. “Idiot insisted the young cop take her out in cuffs. She shrugged and agreed to it IF he holstered the gun. He finally did as they went out. They left a couple of hours ago. Haven’t heard or seen anything of them since. You know the guy who took her?”

Harry sat there stunned and silent, exhaustion in every line of his body. “Rudolph,” he muttered through clenched teeth. “That asshole.” Dresden could hardly sit up yet every line of his body indicated he was ready to head out and track down this guy. But the night took a huge toll on Dresden and even he didn’t have the strength to go on a manhunt just then.

“Harry, you can’t start something now. It was hours ago. Chicago’s in ruins. Streets are impassable. Destruction everywhere. Where would you start to look? No communications up, no call you could make would get you results. Not right now.”

“But she’s out there somewhere, maybe hurt again, maybe. . .hiding, calling for help. I can’t sit here while. . .”

I poured him a stiff whiskey, leaned across the bar and said: “She wouldn’t let you go out on some impossible quest, the kind of shape you’re in. She did exactly what you wanted her to, made a choice about how to do it. Probably saved everyone in here. Now she’s missing like probably thousands of others, and maybe we can find her. But not tonight.” I looked at him closely. “Could you even pull off a tracking spell right now? I know you must have something that’s hers, but I don’t think you could do it. Battle took a lot out of you, out of everyone. You need to rest and recover. Look around at what she did.” He actually focused on the crowd then. “The people she protected are all here, alive. When daylight comes, who knows what they’ll do? But they have a future because people like Murphy helped them tonight.”

Harry nodded. Looked like he might keel over any minute but he sat still. “I will find her. Whatever it takes. I HAVE to. The things I had to do tonight. . .things the Queen decided. . .” his voice trailed off. “I don’t know what to do, Mac, I needed her to be here and OK. I NEED to find her,” and he went silent.

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Notes: A rough cut, but a different way Murphy might have disappeared. No clumsy exit, Rudolph still involved, angst and pain still present BUT a hint of hope for a future return.

I never understood why Butcher disposed of so many characters in Battle Ground; why didn’t he just ignore them the way he had for about 10 books?

#month of murphy 2022

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Just the Way You Aren't : March – Acceptance (Part 2)

Hinata's POV

And thus the crew gets ready for the party...

Hinata's POV

Hinata weaved her way through the sea of people that already had drinks in their hands. She tried not to look at the familiar decorum that decorated the house. The pangs of the loneliness from her childhood did not go unnoticed by her, but she would suppress it. She had a mission to do, afterall.

After dodging what felt like the third “accidental” touch of her bum, she finally made her way to the kitchen. Ino was standing there talking to Tenten. The sparkles on Ino’s dress reflected the light show that Tenten had set up. They both looked more prepared than Hinata felt, if Hinata’s hoodie and skirt combo was anything to go by. At least Tenten was in her similar get up, never one for dressing out of comfort. Hinata smiled slightly with a light reminder of their high school days. They sure have come a long way.

“Hey guys,” Hinata spoke up from behind Ino.

“Hinata! You made it!” Tenten chirped, her volume a little louder than sobriety.

“Are you tipsy?” Hinata asked with a tilt of her head. She wasn’t interrogating, just asking.

“Pff!” Tenten scoffed. “Nah! Just vibin’ currently!” Hinata immediately noticed the sway of her hips to the music and the steadily increasing volume of her voice, and begged to differ

“Tenten’s been stressing about this all day, so she started drinking early.”

Hinata nodded then looked around the room. “Where’s the rest of them?”

“Check your phone,” Tenten told her, nodding to Hinata’s hand. “Looks like your ruffian boyfriend was smoking outside.”

“Smoking what?”

Tenten laughed. “That’s what I said! He says just cigs, but who knows.”

Ino laughed as well. “Tenten don’t be such a prude. He can smoke cigarettes. He’s his own man.”

“I’m just saying, we’ve never had much luck with a man who smoked cigarettes. Remember Asuma Sensei?”

Ino blushed, something she rarely did, and choked on her drink as she turned away from the girls. “You promised you wouldn’t bring him up again!”

Tenten’s hands flew up in defense. “I’m just saying! As a former medical student I cannot condone such self-destructive behavior.”

“You were in med school for two years,” Ino deadpanned, recovering from her earlier embarrassment.

“It’s long enough to know the risks. Hinata, you should talk to him.”

Hinata wasn’t entirely paying attention to their conversation. She seemed more focused on the swarming sea of people. When she finally locked eyes with the ones she’d been looking for since she stepped in, she immediately turned away, back to the girls’ conversation.

“He’s here,” she said quietly, changing the subject.

“Yes, we’ve established that,” Tenten quipped.

“No, he’s—here—here.”

“What other kind of here is the—oh hey there Genma! I see you’ve found Obito and Rin.”

Genma shoved his hands in his pockets, not looking at either of the girls. His attention was elsewhere, much like Hinata’s was earlier. But now her focus was on the man in front of her.

“So, we doing this or what?” he said, still not looking at any of them.

“We have to be discreet about it,” Tenten chastised. “We’ll be in contact with the groupchat. Team, keep your phones on you. GenHina, act like you love each other.” She shoved Genma at Hinata for effect.

“GenHina?” Genma asked, his eyebrows pinching together in confusion, as he stumbled over the shorter girl.

“It’s what I’m calling you guys. You’re a couple, now. So couple it up.”

“Good luck!” Obito said with a grin and a salute. His hand found his girlfriend’s waist and guided her to wherever they were going.

Ino smiled at Hinata and walked off with Tenten, presumably to go find Sakura.

Genma looked down at Hinata to see her pearl eyes staring up at him. She had pink dusting her cheeks, and her mouth was in a perfect pout. He glanced down to that pout, but immediately looked away. “So uh, I guess this is it.”

“Yeah,” she said in a breathy tone. “I guess it is.”

“So uh, wanna go sit down?”

“S-sure.” She followed him to the couch, and she couldn’t bear to keep her head up. Her head was down and on his clothes. She almost grabbed him to follow him, but thought that it might make him more uncomfortable. She didn’t want him to hate her.

“You look good by the way,” he said over his shoulder. “You know?”

“H-huh?” she stuttered. “Oh. Th-thank you.”

“You don’t have to be worried, you know. I don’t bite.”

“Okay.” When they made it to the couch, he sat down. She didn’t know what to do so she just stood next to him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, looking up at her.

“Um, standing here?”

“You don’t look like you’re following the mission.”

“Oh right. Um, so what should I do?”

“Hmm,” he thought for a moment. “I have an idea.” He pulled her down by her arm to fall on him and she came crashing down with a little eep! causing him to chuckle. “There. Now you’re sitting in my lap and it looks like I’m the most suave boyfriend ever.”

“R-right,” she agreed, not looking at him so he couldn’t see how red her face was. Genma smirked. He wondered what else would make her flustered like this. Maybe he’d have fun after all.

All Hinata could think about at the moment was that her leg was falling asleep. Not that Genma had boney thighs—in fact, his thighs were pretty solid. But as solid as they were, hers were definitely not as muscular, and she could not feel her toes anymore.

“Uh, G-Genma… san?” She just realized this was the first time she’s ever called his name. Did he want honorifics? Did he care?

“Please, Genma-san is my father, call me Genma,” he replied with his ever-present smirk.

She stared at him for a minute in response.

“It’s a joke. But call me Genma.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “Genma.” She added, just to be sure she was doing it right. When he nodded in approval, she tried to continue speaking. “Is there a reason that girl over there has been glaring at us since we sat down?”

Genma looked over her shoulder to what she was referring to. “Probably,” he answered.

When he added no further context, Hinata started fumbling with her hoodie strings. “D-do you know–um. Her?” she stuttered.

“Are you nervous?” he asked instead, dodging the question.

“I just–just, I just don’t want to make anyone m-mad..”

“Who’s mad?”

“H-her.”

Genma looked over at the girl again, trying to remember exactly who she was. Nothing came to mind. “Why would you care about the opinion of someone you’ve never met?”

Hinata’s slight blush intensified, and she looked away. Her insecurity bubbled in her throat, and she could not answer.

“Don’t worry about it, I doubt she’s the type to come over here.”

“Is that Kakashi?” Sakura asked while she squinted somewhere past Ino and Tenten.

“Why would he be here?” Tenten responded, deflecting.

“I thought I saw Obito earlier, so maybe he invited him,” she wondered aloud. “Why would he even come?”

“Open invitation,” Ino reminded her.

“Oh right,” she mumbled, not able to take her eyes off the man she could’ve sworn was Kakashi. That is, until he walked right in front of the couch where she saw tiny little Hinata on the lap of some guy. “Oh my god, is that Hinata?” She slapped Ino on the shoulder repeatedly until Ino pulled her arm away.

“Ow, what?” Ino stood tip-toe to see over the sea of heads to what Sakura was talking about. “Looks like they’re hitting it off.”

“Since when does Hinata sit on people’s laps? I thought she was the purest soul to ever walk the earth.”

“A little dramatic,” Ino commented. “She’s allowed to have fun.”

“I never said she couldn’t have fun.” She stood on her tiptoes to also get a better look. “But wait–isn’t that? That is, isn’t it?”

“What?” Tenten asked, now also standing on her tiptoes. “Isn’t it what?”

“That’s fucking Genma, isn’t it?” Sakura grounded her heels but kept her eyes locked on them. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Why wouldn’t it?” Tenten shared a panicked glance with Ino.

“‘Cause he’s such a sleazeball, isn’t he? I thought he never settled down. Hinata is the type of girl who would want to settle down.”

“And how would you know that?”

“Kakashi told me,” she answered quietly. Sakura finally pulled her gaze away from them. “But it wouldn't be the first time he led me astray.”

Ino and Tenten shared one more look, and Ino nodded, leaving Tenten to Sakura. “Say, why don’t we go play a drinking game?”

Sakura gave a small smile. “It is our birthday after all.”

(Reaction image from Kiba to their group chat)

“Genma!” A loud voice boomed over the house music and the idle chit chat around them, causing Hinata to jump, and her heart rate to skyrocket.

Genma smirked. “Gai,” he acknowledged.

“She is here! And you are here! Congratulations!”

“Thanks man,” Genma smiled genuinely. The slight sparkle in his eye as he talked to his friend made Hinata feel more at ease and she sunk a little more into his lap, her nerves easing.

“It is good that you are more comfortable with each other, especially given, you know—“

“Gai,” Genma cut him off. “Voice down, remember?”

“I am speaking in a very reasonable volume,” Gai argued.

“Yes, for you. However…” Genma trailed off, but his look to the other party goers spoke for him. Hinata suddenly blushed under the attention, and her gaze fell back to the other girl. She tensed again.

A small movement of Genma’s fingers distracted her, though. They rubbed lazily, almost absentmindedly, on the bare part of her thigh that was not covered. It was comforting to Hinata in a way that she couldn’t describe and that she would vehemently deny if anyone asked her. The tenseness released from her shoulders.

“Apologies,” Gai said quickly, mostly to Hinata. She smiled forgivingly. He couldn’t help being so loud. It was simply in his nature. “I just want to sincerely offer my congratulations.” “We hear you loud and clear, Gai. Thank you.” Genma did not take his eyes off his friend, but for some reason, Hinata felt closer to him. He may not be looking at her, but the way he was touching her, the way he smiled at his friend offering his sincere congratulations to them, made her feel like she was wanted. In a way she hadn’t felt before. The familiar feeling of anxiety pooled in her belly. Uh oh. Butterflies.

“It seems you are needed in the kitchen,” Gai said to Genma after locking his phone and putting it back in his pocket.

“You sure?” Genma asked.

“See it?” Gai motioned behind them, the kitchen not really visible from their spot on the couch.

“Not really,” Genma answered, straining his neck above them. He scooted Hinata off his lap to stand and stretch. “You stay here, I’ll go see what’s going on.”

Before Genma could leave, Gai stopped him with arm. “I think you better take the lady with you,” he said with a knowing look. Hinata and Genma shared a panicked look then they both sprung back to the kitchen to hear what sounded like the beginning of a shouting match.

“Why the fuck are you here?!” came Sakura’s voice over the music. Hinata winced.

“Sakura, chill, he–” someone started to say.

“I don’t care! This is my birthday, and I don’t think it’s unreasonable to not want my ex boyfriend at my party!” Hinata rushed to Sakura’s side, to try and calm her down. “Who even brought you anyway?!”

“I thought it was an open invitation,” Kakashi said, with an even tone. No emotion, just hard stares at Sakura.

“It was, but you have fucking common sense, don’t you?!”

“I was the one that brought him here,” Obito interjected. “I thought enough time had passed since–”

“Well it hasn’t!” she interrupted again. “I don’t know where you get off forcing someone who obviously doesn’t want to be around anyone into public spaces where people are trying to party, but it’s a real mood killer!” Sakura ran a hand through her hair that was getting unruly with her outburst. “Stop trying to force me to date your friends, Obito! And leave my friends alone!”

“Hey Sakura, what the hell–” Rin started to say, but Sakura interrupted her again.

“I don’t know why you didn’t stop him, Rin. And you,” she turned to face Genma, who was just standing off to the side when Hinata ran to her side. “Leave Hinata alone. She’s not some conquest for you to stake your claim in. She deserves better than some manwhore.” Hinata stopped pulling on Sakura and stared. She whipped around to Genma who just stood, a little shell-shocked. She couldn’t help the hiccup that was threatening her throat, and took off. Better to look like a coward than to cry in front of all these people. Suddenly, the fact they were in her childhood home hit a little harder, and trying not to cry was getting more difficult by the second. Too many images of trying not to cry in that house, then everywhere she turned she saw a younger version of herself trying to appear as small as possible, as unnoticed as possible. She ran until she couldn’t see the house anymore, and there, on the side of the road, she bawled.

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Part 3 - Chapter 7 - Lunch Time Conversations

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Greetings, dear readers! We're back with another chapter. Not quite to the finals just yet but so so close. :)

Warning for swearing for a Bakugou pov this chapter. Also brief mentions of canon suicide baiting though only once in the paragraph starting with [The explosive teen stared at him in confused shock. ...]

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End notes for the chapter are under the line.

We're gearing up for finals now, folks! We'll have to see if Izuku's suspicions are correct. ;P I, as always, will not confirm or deny something related to the fic until the answer is revealed in story.

Katsuki and Kirishima have reunited! Still a work in progress but progress none the less. Katsuki is battling between seeing Izuku as weak while slowly accepting he could hold his own. For me he would still cling to that first thought out of stubbornness. A long held belief that was difficult to change. But also fueled with not wanting Izuku to get over his head and end up dead. He's still working through his thoughts about this whole situation and there's more to come, but for now, this is where he's at. To me anyway.

We finally got to the Monoma lunch time talk. Of course their newly created friendship would affect that. ;) Neito is still going to come off as cocky at times because that is just who he is as a person. But I hate the way he essentially claims 1-A asks to be targeted again and again. Focusing more on the attention they received for it and no thought of the trauma the attacks caused. No way would Izuku stand for that.

Then back to Bakugou essentially reintegrating himself in the class. He's still going to be very much Bakugou in BC but slowly being more self aware of how he treats others. Again, a lot more growth planned but with no intention of turning him into someone he's not personality wise. Bakugou will still be Bakugou but not as...intense as before. :)

Fun Facts About Japan:

Speaking of robots, I don't think I've talking about the Robot Restaurant in Shinjuku yet. It is...an experience. XD Honestly I don't think I would have gone if my friend visiting at the time hadn't insisted on it, but now I'm glad she did. Currently it is closed due to covid and all that, but hopefully it will reopen.

Anyway, the building itself is hard to miss with a huge sign in rainbow lettering and bright lights illuminating two female robots on the outside you can take pictures with. Inside you wait in a sort of lounge like lobby to go in. Then the actual stage room has rows of seats and small tables along two walls facing the floor in the center. Once the performance starts you are stuck in your seat. But once it does, you don't really care about that.

The room goes dark and then suddenly you're watching a parade of dancers and performers moving among different robots and moving stages that are all covered in lights. Honestly it's hard to describe in words and just something you have to see. Better to go watch the tons of videos of it on Youtube. :P But seriously it is so cool and oh so Japanese. The official site is here where they have info for the show along with videos as well. ^_____^

That's all for now! Finals start next chapter so I hope you're excited! I certainly am to share what I came up with. :) Fight hard, young heroes! Again, thank you for your continued readership and I appreciate every one of you. Stay awesome! Bye!

#mha #bnha #quirkless au #fanfic #blankcanvasfic #blankcanvasheritage #midoriya izuku #bakugo katsuki #kirishima eijirou #monoma neito #todoroki shouto #kendou itsuka #yaoyorozu momo

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yesokaythatsfine69 · 3 years

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Moments in-between

Description: HC's of aot characters that are all kinda madly in love with y/n, if only just in different ways. Aspects of Modern au.

Character(s): Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Marco, Sasha, Connie, Historia, Ymir, Annie, Reiner, Bertholdt, Levi, Erwin, Hanje

POV: 2nd, 3rd

Warning(s):

A/n: I know I said that I was ending my aot works but after the last episode's intense trauma I need some home groan therapy. Also please don't make fun of me for misspelling both Bertolt and Hange's names continually. Enjoy

Word Count: x

Song: lmao listen to everywhere I go by Hollywood undead.

*none of the gifs used are mine, full credit goes to the maker.

Y/n invites the AOT gang to a party.

You looked around for your friends, having foolish lost track of the chaotic group after you paused to hang your coat up. You warned them all to remain close, these college parties tended to get a little wild for your liking, but of course, they were all too stubborn.

"Hey you! I already said that we weren't playing Lady Gaga here!" Your ears prickled, and you turned, seeing Hanje at the DJ's box. You quirked a brow but made a mental note of where she was for later.

You moved on, searching for the rest of your friends. You opened the door to a bathroom, finding several girls hunched over, puking into the toilet, sink, and tub. Erwin was standing in the midst of the chaos, holding their hair as they drunkenly emptied their guts.

"Erwin? We've been here five minutes!" Erwin looked up at your newfound appearance. "Y/n! Quick, I think something in their drinks made them sick, you need to warn the other people at this party!" You met his blue eyes, "What?" He made a motion with his right hand, accidentally tugging on a girl's hair and bobbing her head. "Hey!" She squeaked before puking again. "Hurry, Y/l/n! They may not have much time left."

You rolled your eyes. "Erwin, they're drunk, not suffering from food poisoning." He looked down at the girls. "Really?" You sighed.

Later, you came upon Levi, who had been keeping a practiced eye on Hanje and other various members of your friend group. He had designated himself the designated driver of the group, which was admirable but you made sure not too drink too much either, knowing that there was no way Levi could possibly deal with all of you being wasted.

Reiner had challenged Annie to a drinking game, and was in the midst of losing miserably, whilst Bertholdt silently cleaned up the mess that Reiner and Annie created with their squashed beer cans.

You also found ymir and Historia cheerfully dancing to Poker face, and you marveled at the way the two seemed to be in their own world. You smiled, at the red that dusted ymir's cheeks and at Historia's hand on her cheek. A crash from the kitchen behind you caused you to cringe and jump slightly, before you rushed in.

Not unsurprisingly you found Connie and Sasha at the epicenter of the chaos. Neither were drunk but both were still idiots. A broken dish and what had been cheese fries was on the floor at their feet. "Hey! What'd I say about getting into their food?" You pointed threateningly at the duo. "If we do it don't get caught?" Sasha had a fry in her mouth and big eyes. "Clean this up, I'll go get Levi." "Oh, no don't get Levi!" Connie whined, waving his hands dramatically. "I'm getting him!"

Marco and Armin had found a old monopoly game and had sat down to play it in the dinning room of the house. You found it especially funny at the amount of girls the two had unwittingly attracted, who sat down to play with them.

"Y/n!" You perked up and turned, careful to not spill your drink. Jean smiled at you, his eyes the tiniest bit lidded. "Care for a dance?" You had actually been expecting this, since Jean's flirtiness doubled with the mix of alcohol. "You look hot, y/n!" He gently wrapped his hands around you as the two of you slid onto the dance floor. You laughed, enjoying Jean's wild dance moves. Finally he popped into a Russian dig, "hype me up best friend!" He called, and you whooped until he ran right into Eren.

"You drunk idiot! Hello, Y/n!" Eren glared at Jean, but smiled at you. "Look at this drink I made! It was clear but now it's brown!" Before you could respond, Jean hopped up. "y/n doesn't care about your shit drink!" You sighed as the two began arguing, which slowly developed into a tense dance battle between the two men.

Mikasa had been with Eren, you guessed most likely protectively watching over him. She watched with you, before you smirked and outstretched your hand. Mikasa took it, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

In the soft glow of a living room, you and Mikasa danced together to an old 80's tune, the rest of your friends giving elsewhere. It was a nice party.

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Y/n wears a skimpy outfit

You smiled at yourself in the mirror, tugging gently on your new top. Oftentimes you found it hard to truly appreciate your body, but the corseted top made you feel like a definite hot girl. You wore long black shoes, tight leather pants, dark jewelry. You just looked ready to step on some bitches.

You exited your room, and grabbed your purse, ready to head out with your girls. Eren was sitting on your coach, playing some video game. "Hey we'll be heading out soon so I left some numbers to order pizza for when you get hungry." You turned, digging in your purse for your keys. "Y/n, I'm not a child! I can take care of- holy shit, y/n!" You turned, Eren had dropped his controller, no longer focused on his game. "You can't go out like that! There are men out there!" You smiled and pulled out ur taser, flashing it a couple times. "I know."

Mikasa exited her room from the same hall, entering the living room. "Y/n, you look nice." You smiled and put your taser up. "thanks Mikasa!" "Wait, Mikasa you're going out too?" Eren stood up. "it's girls night out, Eren." You rolled your eyes. "but I wanna go too!" Mikasa opened her mouth but you beat her to it. "No."

The front door opened and Armin entered, his blonde hair flittering in his eyes. "Hey; Eren, Mikasa, and..." A blush erupted onto his cheeks. "Y/n!" His blues casted panicked glances around the room as if he wasn't sure he should make direct eye contact with you.

Eren pointed to his flustered friend. "See!" Again you rolled your eyes. "You look v-very nice, y/n." Armin mumbled before he sat down. "Thanks, sweetie." Armin's face reddened.

Suddenly the front door to the apartment flung open, allowing Jean, Marco, and Connie to enter. They were in the midst of conversation, laughing at a joke Connie had said. "Hey bitch-" Jean's words caught somewhere in the back of his throat as he saw you. His cheeks erupted into fire and he stopped, causing Connie and Marco to slam into him. "Hey!" Connie looked past Jean's frozen position, and smiled knowingly. "Bark, Bark, Bark! Y/n you look a sexy grim reaper!" Jean blinked as you laughed. Connie slid past Jean and made his way to the kitchen, giving the others a greeting as he did so.

Marco smiled at your outfit. "You look so pretty y/n!" Your cheeks were beginning to hurt from happiness and you wondered if you should wear this stuff more often and not just in your dreams. Jean seemed to snap out of it. "You...you...nice, y/n." He managed to get out, not right before Eren made fun of his stuttering.

Sasha exited her room, and to the delight of everyone gave a twirl in her little dress. "y/n! You look very nice!" She may or not have said whilst grabbing your boob. Historia admitted to helping you pick out the fit, and ymir made everyone thank her for her service.

"you should wear this more often, y/n. Or at least less more often." Annie nudged you from behind. You were amazed at her sauveness but also the blush that dusted the tips of her ears.

Reiner and Bertholdt came through the fire escape (because Reiner has been on a "parkour!" Kick recently. But Reiner made sure to call you hot, (effectively pissing off both Jean and Eren.) And Bertholdt simply blushed, quickly agreeing with Reiner.

Finally Hanje, Erwin, and Levi arrived, Levi bringing leftovers from his tea shop. Hanje had squealed and called you "hot!" Erwin was certain you were only wearing a bra and refused to look at you, whilst Levi couldn't take his eyes off of you, but said nothing all the same.

"Well ladies, I hope you all are ready!" Hanje smirked. "Who's riding with me?"

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Y/n gets a tattoo

"So...what do you think?" You stood in front of Hanje, Annie, and Ymir, your shirt raised to your underboob. Hanje clapped excitedly. "It looks great, y/n!" "I like the view." Annie said dryly. Ymir nodded. "yeah it's nice, just don't show Historia."

"Don't show me what?" Historia entered the living room via the kitchen. Immediately her eyes found your tattoo, and she smiled. "lovely!"

The others found the tattoo under different circumstances however.

Sasha had known first, since she went with you to get it originally, having helped you pick out the design. By that I mean, she mainly just agreed with whatever you said but helped you out none the less. Mikasa found out before you were training together, (she thought it looked cool).

Eren found out because he walked in on you in the shower. "Shit! Wait is that a tattoo!?" He would've told you he liked it had you not kicked the shit out of him and lectured him about coming over to your apartment constantly, blah, blah, blah.

Armin found out because you showed him, (and he promptly died a bit) but he also really liked it and you invited him to come get another one with you some time. Maybe, just maybe you had a weak spot for the blonde.

Jean and Connie found out because you sent Marco a snap of it, and they looked at it from over his shoulder. Connie laughed at Jean's sharp in take of breathe and Jean tackled Connie. Meanwhile as they fought in the background Marco sent you a video snap of his response.

Reiner found out via a training session, much like Mikasa. "Why, y/n I never knew what a sly devil you could be!"

Bertholdt knew because Reiner made sure to describe it to him in great detail, knowing that the tall fellow would get flustered.

Erwin was probably told at some point but forgot so anytime he sees in you in a bikini or something skimpy he gets his mind blown.

Levi found out because, you may or may not have sent him a snap (with much different intentions then the one you had sent Marco.) Levi thought it was badass, though.

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Y/n kisses the AOT gang

Yes, you had kissed each member of the gang. For any of these bitches, they could get it, let's be real.

You had given Eren forehead kisses many a time between he and you. This had been pretty random but regardless, it was something the two of you did often.

You often kissed Armin on the cheek, pinching them together whilst you smushed his face and pulled him in for hugs. Really, you loved Armin.

You kissed Jean on several occasions, partially because you weren't one to refuse an offer from an attractive man and also it was the quickest way to fluster the boy. He has the king of talking the talk but never actually walking the walk.

You give Marco and Connie platonic cheek kisses everytime you see each other. They also give you cheek kisses back. Marco also gives hugs!

You blow Reiner kisses all the time because that's exactly what your friendship is.

You give Bertholdt sweet little cheek kisses and he's always a blushing mess afterwards.

You give Erwin goodbye kisses and he always returns them.

You've made out with Levi. His tongue's been in your mouth. Yes, you kiss.

You give Hanje cheek kisses all the time. You seriously love this woman.

You've made out with Annie too. You also give her kisses on her neck just to hear her giggle.

You and ymir don't usually kiss, but you and Historia kiss each other's cheek.

You've kissed Sasha smack on the lips before, and you two cuddle all da time.

You give Mikasa forehead kisses because touch isn't necessarily her love language but you know when she needs it.

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Y/n gets into a fight

You don't get in trouble, like ever. You're reliable, kind, level headed. However sometimes you come across a Titan of an issue and need your friends to rally behind you.

Historia will get into an argument for you, but she isn't scary at all, nor is she very powerful when it comes to muscle might.

Mikasa will kill a bitch for you. Straight up. She may not always show it outright but she loves you.

Ymir would video tape the ass whooping of whoever dares to cross you until they tried to come after Historia. Then she's seeing red.

Annie would laugh at whoever is trying to fight you. She won't step into the fray directly until you need her though, she trusts you do take care of it.

Eren doesn't care if they haven't even thrown a punch if they even say a damn thing that he doesn't feel you deserve he will start the fight. He has no self control. He's an aries.

Jean will also fight for you. He'd be a hundred percent more levelheaded about the problem but he won't let you take shit.

Connie will at first be confused and then pull his signature "bruh" face. He'll be the one that takes the phone from Ymir after Historia gets involved.

Sasha will try to protect you the best she can. She doesn't want you hurt so she'll probably grab a spoon as a weapon and charge.

Reiner is just trying to vibe and then suddenly he's pulled into an all out war. Sigh. But at least it's for you.

Hange will find this all very funny, but she'll help out in between snorts.

Erwin will just stand there looking at your antagonist dead in the eye with the slightest raise of his brow. That's the end of it all.

Armin will go all manipulative bestie on however is bothering you.

Levi merely get in between you. He may be short but nothing scare him and he's literally willing to kick some ass if need be.

Bertolt would just take you somewhere else. Yes he's super annoyed and upset at this person, but he has better things to do with his time.

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Y/n gets a dog

To be honest, you'd wanted a pet for a long long time. Living closely with seven other women- and essentially nine men, had made that prospect rather slim, until one day approximately four months ago when you dropped the question.

The response was rather positive, so you carefully crafted a schedule and supplies.

The little puppy had been the runt of the litter, but that didn't bother you one bit (your not so secret infatuation of a certain 5'2" raven haired fellow solidified that.)

You were the first person to arrive home that day, and when you did you hurried to get the house puppified.

Bertolt came by early that day and was the first to see the puppy. At first he wasn't so sure about the little rascal. It seemed so hyper, a little too hyper, actually. But then, it licked him and he fell in love. He actually completely forgot you were even there he was so enthralled.

Levi came by with takeout, and much like Bertolt he wasn't sure about this creature. He'd always been more of a cat person, but even then he wasn't exactly an animal person. Just too messy. But for your sake he pat the pup on the head. (And to both your and bertolt's shock the puppy began to follow Levi around.

Armin loved the puppy. He immediately scooped it up and sang to it. You had never seen the blonde so happy as he cooed over the little Beasty. He raised it up into the air and swung it until Levi yelled at him for waving the animal over the takeout.

Erwin seemed a bit indifferent to the dog, almost as if the animal had just always been there. He did make sure however to share his food with it.

Hange tickled the poor animal savagely, vowing to buy it a sweater for the winter. You told them they didn't have to, but they refused. "What's a godparent for?"

Sasha vowed to help feed it and promised it that she would only buy it the best food possible.

Marco adored the tiny thing. "have you named him yet?" He had asked while lovingly scratching behind it's ears. "he looks like a sugar...or a Coco?"

Connie immediately sat down and started playing with newly named Sugar. "Connie! You're getting Sugar too riled up." Levi warned, but right then Connie was attacked by the tiny pup, and despite the small size of the dog the sheer force almost knocked Connie over. "Tch, idiot."

Jean was the first to take Sugar for a walk and you joined him. Together the two of you laughed at how cute Sugar looked as he bounced around in the grass. You made sure to have Jean clean up after him though, don't worry.

Sugar immediately fell asleep on Eren who threatened anyone that would dare touch or wake up him. Eren was extremely content with this little ball of joy.

Annie wasn't really excited for the puppy but she did promise to train Sugar when it was time, so there's that.

Ymir tried to act similar to Annie but Ymir is a total dog person, and after a bit she scoped up Sugar and put the sleeping pup on her own lap.

Mikasa was just happy everyone else seemed happy. She did sit by ymir though so she could get a few good pats in.

Later that night Historia grabbed the puppy and took him into her room, which she shared with Ymir. Really this puppy wasn't yours, it was everyone's.

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The AOT gang goes to a concert

You pulled into Eren's hand practically dragging him through the crowd. "That's the last time I'm letting you lead us anywhere, Eren!" He groaned behind you. "I thought the sign said Row one, it was an honest mistake!" You shot him a dangerous glare. "It was a sign for the bathroom!"

Finally you met up with your friends, who were all already comfortably seated, waiting for the concert to begin. "Hey guys sorry we're late, we had some...sign trouble."

You and Eren found your seats, "Good news is if anyone wants to know where the bathrooms are.." you elbowed your brunette friend.

When the concert began, it was immediately pretty damn hype. You and Jean clasped hands and danced together, shouting out the lyrics to the first song at the top of your lungs.

At the second song and Sasha took orders for food, and grabbed some grub. As you waited in the unnecessarily long line you pulled her into a hug and took a quick picture.

When you returned you stood by Reiner, but some big headed bastard had moved in front of your spot. So you climbed into Reiner's shoulders and screamed at the stage from your pretty impressive view.

Connie dared you to throw your bra on stage, but didn't actually think you'd do it. His face, and literally everyone around you, was priceless. In fact, you got a round of applause.

Hanje was video tapping about 90% of it, but they often drapped a hand around your shoulders and pulled you into the video, the two of you singing along to the musicians voice.

You and Levi held hands when a soft song came on, him pulling you into his chest at just the right note. You dipped your head into the chin, enjoying the soft thud of his heartbeat against the deep bass of the speakers. It was nice.

You face timed Bertolt, who unfortunately couldn't attend because he had "work". He enjoyed the concert better from that angle anyways.

You and Historia took a ton of pictures! So many! Some weren't even in focus! But you two didn't care!

Marco grabbed his phone light every chance he got and kept accidentally flashing it in people's eyes. He got you like seven times.

Erwin kept complaining that it was too loud, but you literally saw him full on do the sprinkler because he was vibing so hard.

You and Mikasa went to the bathroom together, and you forced her to take a picture with you. You also got lost on the way back but Mikasa helped guide you back. What would you do without her?

When you returned you ran into ymir and Historia dancing together, laughing and giggling. Damn them and their happiness.

After the show you and Armin went and met the people you watched and got a picture with them. They kept referring to Armin as your boyfriend so in the photo he looks like a tomato. He swore you to secrecy.

On the way back to the apartment you switched riders with Hanje so that she could take Eren home and you could just take Annie back to the apartment you shared. The whole way back you just let loose in the car. Annie could be very loud when with people she trusts entirely.

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Y/n flirts with the AOT gang

Unfortunately for you y/n you're not the sad drunk, clumsy drunk, dancer drunk, you're the flirty drunk. I guess there are worse things, though. These are the times when drunk you has flirted with your friends and their reactions.

One time you got blasted at a work party and Eren had to come drive you home. He was shocked at first, but he truly does care about you and is also the most oblivious person ever so he was just like "okay."

Annie was super confused at first, but she actually really liked the attention. She'd never admit that to you though. So she just kinda bumped shoulders with you and almost knocked you down, had she not caught you.

Jean actually almost shit himself your flirting flustered him so bad. But he realized that you were drunk and immediately lifted you up and took you home.

Armin blushed, squeaked, and giggled. He knew you were drunk but he just couldn't help it. He helped you to bed and you fell asleep next to each other.

Sasha took you out to eat immediately after you said you wanted to go on a date with a hot babe like her, because she just needs one reason to go get something to munch on. It helped sober you up and when you puked she held your hair. Besties.

You did have a line though and you never actually flirted with Historia or Ymir but Ymir always took videos of you drunk and Historia always made sure to help you to bed. Those two were your constant watch dogs though when you were having fun.

Reiner "pretends" to go along with your flirting. He really just likes it because your hawt. "oh really? Tell me more about my eyes." He does however makes sure no one messes with you and always makes sure you get home safely.

When you get drunk around Mikasa the Ackerman always just pats you on the head. Sometimes though she makes fun of you.

Whenever you flirt with Connie hes also drunk so he flirts back. The two of you are the most chaotic drunk duo though and always end up breaking shit.

Erwin tells you to stop. "Stop that y/n, it's weird." But he's always blushing when he says that and he acts like a parent. "No, no more tequila!"

Hange will literally just have fun with drunk you. She'd vibe and even give you her glasses.

Marco would think it's really funny, but he'd stick with you for as long as he needs to to make sure you're okay and then he'll take you home.

Levi will look so annoyed and so done but he'll blush and wrap his fingers with yours. Much like Jean, he'll try to take you home as soon as possible. He gets jealous way too easily for this and often he'll stay the night with you.

Bertolt's brain literally melts. Reiner has to drag him away from you. You've broken the poor man.

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They walk in on you changing

Annie- She opened the door and come in without even paying attention, realized you were essentially naked when you squealed. She rolls her eyes, and mutters "look the door next time," but that's a mental image she'll be keeping for a while.

Armin- he doesn't even allow himself a second peak, immediately putting his hand over his eyes. "Oh! I'm so sorry y/n! I-i-yeah!" He practically runs out of there faster than lightening.

Bertolt- He freezes, and you have to push him out. His brain dies and he stands outside your door for several minutes still trying to process.

Connie- he doesn't even notice you, but when you yell at him he simply turns and farts at you.

Eren- "If you were changing why didn't you lock the door?"

Erwin- "I'm sorry I thought this was the bathroom. Did you get a new book shelf?"

Hanje- She comes in, sees that your changing and puts a hand over her eyes, continuing to tell you what she wanted.

Jean- he puts his hands on his hips and smiles, "you knew I was coming, didn't you?"

Levi- he doesn't really care and neither do you (nothing he hasn't seen before) but he doesn't make sure to shut the door and wrap you on the head. "you have a lock, brat, use it."

Marco- opens door. "Whoops." Closes door. "Sorry y/n!"

Mikasa- "hey y/n," just continues.

Sasha had half a donut in her mouth when she walked in on you and then immediately it fell from her mouth when she turned and saw your body. she blinked and quickly bent over, grabbing her donut and covered her eyes, but only partially.

Reiner- "Hey, y/n I- Woah! Nice ra-" you effectively cut him off by throwing a shoe at his face.

Historia- "Oh! Sorry sweetie, you're so pretty, oh my goodness!"

Ymir- after storming in she proclaims, "Historia saw you naked, I have to kill you now."

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They find you crying

We all have those days, and this is when they find you having one.

Ymir found you in the your bedroom, completely bundled in blankets with the lights shut off. She notices that you've been crying because your sniffing loudly, but says nothing about it. "Hey, Y/n, do you have the wifi password?"

She'd leave, but tell Historia, knowing Historia is better suited to check on and deal with helping you. Historia will walk in and raise her hands, in an open hug. You'll wordlessly scootch over and allow her to slide in beside you and gently pull you into her grasp.

Sasha heard you crying and grabbed her comfort snacks, a blanket, and the puppy. All of which she carried into your bedroom. The two of you would sit, eat, and watch some comfort shows. "it's the best medicine!"

Reiner saw your car parked outside the apartments and thought he'd knock on your car window. When he got up to your window though, he noticed the tears that were streaking down your face. He'd immediately climb into the other side of the car, hopping into the passenger seat. You're shocked, having not even noticed him hanging outside your car to begin with. "Uh, Reiner?" "So," he buckles up. "Who did it?"

Mikasa could hear you crying when she was up late at night, (your door had been open a crack.) So she grabbed some ice cream and two spoons, and wordlessly walked into your room. She said nothing and didn't press you for information, and the two of you shared Sasha's favorite ice cream.

Marco witnessed you go full on break down mode after a ROUGH day and immediately gave you the greatest pep talk known to man. You were so amazed at his genuinely kind words you stopped crying, but Marco had become so touched that he had started.

You had actually went to Levi's apartment, and sat with him. He made you tea and listened silently as you told him about what had happened and how sad you felt. He didn't press any advice on you or dry your tears with grandiose words, but he genuinely listened and acknowledged your feelings. Then you cuddled, and it was more than enough.

Jean said something flirty to you and for one reason or another it set you off and tears were aflowing. At first he panicked because he thought he made you cry. When he realized it wasn't him, he gently brought you into him and held you as you cried into his shirt. Finally you looked up at him and he wiggled his eyebrows mischievously, "Would sex make you feel better?"

You called Hanje and told what happened after a particularly rough day, so she and moblit went and grabbed you some takeout and spent the day with you. They even took you to egg the offenders house. Revenge is sweet.

Erwin thought you were sick, so he left after finding you crying in your room, bought you soup, made it and just acted like you were sick. You didn't have the heart to tell him the truth.

Eren saw you crying and then flicked you in the head and promptly left. You were stunned, but also found it funny and confusing, so you stopped crying.

Connie facetimed you and by the end you weren't crying because you were sad, but because Connie's really fucking stupid.

Bertolt noticed you were in your room for a while so he checked on you. He gave you a hug and then asked you very nicely to "stop crying."

Armin literally sat his ass down and stayed with you until the two of you fell asleep. He's a top tier friend who cares deeply about your emotional health so he does everything he can to sort you out. He holds your hand, nods, listens, gives you advice, and agrees with you.

Annie calls you a crybaby but she sits down beside you none the less. She doesn't press nor did she speak. But she wants you to know that's she's here in her own special Annie way.

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The Myth of Y/N (Korra x Reader UNREQUITED) Part 5

THE ROMANTIC DILEMMA

Y/N'S POV

It has been a few weeks since the duel. Korra quit Tarrlok's task force, which is completely understandable. I decided to quit too right afterwards. I respect Tarrlok and the deputes for leading the attack against Amon and the Equalists, but the way he made Korra join his task force was absolutely disgusting, not to mention he wanted me to not go to memorial island when my best friend could have been in danger, which, in my eyes, is unforgivable. Since then I have been focusing on improving my chi-blocking. I still can't get the sight of Korra crying with fear out of my head. Amon will suffer for what he did to her. Korra, on the other hand, has been continuing her Avatar training, as well as practicing with Mako and Bolin for the pro-bending championship.

Speaking of pro-bending, I'm currently in the arena gym as I watch Korra, Mako, and Bolin train together. They have gotten much better since the last time I saw them. If they keep this up, they'll definitely be in the finals for sure. After they knocked each other onto the floor they all laugh, myself included, and get back up.

"It's been great having you at so many back-to-back practices, Korra." Mako says with clear joy on his face.

Korra smiles as she takes her helmet off. "Feels good to be back, although Tarrlok isn't too happy about Y/N and I's leave of absence."

I chuckle, my lips curving into a smile. "You can say that again."

"Hey, you guys joined the Fire Ferrets before you joined his task force." Bolin responds.

Mako calls his brother, my best friend, and even me over for a team huddle. I can see Bolin giving Korra a flirtatious smile, only for her to look at Mako with a big grin on her face. The firebender and I look at each other with weirded out looks and shrug. "It's our first match of the tournament tonight. I know Korra, Bolin and I haven't been a team for very long, but even so, the Fire Ferrets have never been this good. Are we ready?"

All of us respond to Mako's question with enthusiasm. "We're ready!"

"Not quite."

We all turn our heads to see Asami holding some sort of uniform.

"You'll need these."

Oh yeah! The Future Industries uniform for the Fire Ferrets. How could I forget?

We watch Mako and Asami talk to each other. I glance at Korra and see a jealous look on her face. Yep. She is pissed.

Now you know what it feels like.

I shake that insidious thought from my mind, and see the couple giving each other a eskimo kiss. I awed quietly. They're so cute together. Korra on the other hand doesn't see it that way, as she begins to fake gag. Oh Korra, never change.

As Mako and Asami go on their lunch date, I see Bolin walking up to Korra.

"So, Korra...there they go, here we are. All alone in the gym. Just you and me, two alone people. Together. Alone."

Apparently I don't exist now.

I awkwardly cough, bringing their attention to me.

"Oh!" Bolin quickly responds. "Sorry, Y/N, I completely forgot you were there! Not that you're forgettable or anything, it's just, uh..."

I chuckle. "No worries, Bolin. Korra and I have to head back to Air Temple Island. We'll see you tonight, okay?"

Bolin's face falls to disappointment for a split second, before replacing it with joy. "Alright, see you guys later!"

Korra and I are in a comfortable silence as we walk out the arena. I decide to speak up:

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Of course." Korra replies.

"I don't want to bring up our argument a few weeks ago," I cautiously say, "but are we good now?"

Korra stops walking and stays silent for a few moments. Finally, she replies "I think we are. I'm sorry about what happened. I don't think you're vulnerable or anything, I was just so afraid on what would happen if you got captured."

I glance towards her, and see worry on her face. "Korra," I say gently, "I'm going to be fine. Trust me, you can't get rid of me that easily. And I'm sorry for accusing that you thought of me like that."

Korra places a hand on my shoulder, and smiles. "Apology accepted."

We smile at each other for a few seconds, before resuming our journey back to Air Temple Island.

"By the way, you know Bolin has a crush on you, right?"

Korra laughs nervously. "Sure seems like it."

It's really evident that Korra has zero romantic interest in him. Despite her hints, it seems like Bolin isn't getting it. I feel sorry for him, he's a man fighting in a battle he can't possibly win.

Like me.

"I know it is going to be really uncomfortable for you, but you have to tell him you aren't interested in him eventually." I say to her slowly. "Just let him down easy, okay?"

She sighs heavily. "Alright. Once the tournament is over, I'll tell him."

I nod in agreement. Whilst we continue talking about random stuff, my mind is focused on a single question.

Will I tell Korra I have feelings for her?

LATER

It's snowing! I can't believe it! Almost feels like I'm back home. Korra, Jinora and Ikki shared my excitement, as we all went outside. As Korra is filling in a cage full of fruit for the birds, Jinora speaks up.

"So, Korra, how's it going with that tall, dreamy firebender boy? You've been spending a lot of time together lately." she says, with a hint of teasing.

"Ooh, yeah. Tell us all about the magical romance!" Ikki adds on.

Heh, Korra getting interrogated by children.

"What?" Korra replies whilst chuckling. "Listen to you two! I'm-I'm not interested in Mako or any romantic stuff. Besides, he's all into that prissy, beautiful, elegant rich girl."

If he can't see what an outstanding, kind, wonderful, beautiful, remarkable, funny, and amazing person you are, then he is a fool.

I must have zoned out because Jinora starts reciting a story she read. Korra must have asked them for romantic advice.

"Ooh, I just read a historical saga where the heroine fell in love with the enemy general's son who was supposed to marry a princess. You should do what she did."

"Tell me!" Korra demands.

"She rode her dragon into battle and burned down the entire country. Then she jumped into a volcano. It was so romantic."

Huh...okay then.

"I think your definition of "romantic" is much different than ours, Jinora" I calmly state, a neutral expression on my face.

"No, no, no!" Ikki angrily barks out. "The best way to win a boy's heart is to brew a love potion of rainbows and sunsets that makes true lovers sprout wings and fly to a magical castle in the sky where they get married and eat clouds with spoons and use stars as ice cubes in their moonlight punch forever and ever and ever!"

What...what did I just hear?

As I clear my ears to make sure I heard the young airbender correctly, we all hear laughter from behind us.

Oh no, it's Pema!

"Oh, hey, Pema!" Korra nervously greets the woman, "uh, how long were you standing there?"

"Long enough." the Air Acolyte replies, trying to contain her laughter. "But trust me, I know what you're going through. Years ago, I was in the exact same situation. With Tenzin."

"Woah, really?" I ask her, shock in my voice.

"Yep." Pema simply replies.

"So what did you do?" Korra asks her, curiosity dusted on her face.

"Well, for the longest time I did nothing, I was so shy and scared of rejection. But watching my soulmate spend his life with the wrong woman became too painful. So I hung my chin out there, and I confessed my love to Tenzin...and the rest is history."

Huh...the first half of her story sounds a lot like what I'm going through right now.

Unlike Pema though, I don't have a chance.

I glance at Korra, who has a small smile on her face. Is she really going to do that?

"That's nice, Pema." I respond. "But there's just one problem: Mako already has a girlfriend!"

"Oh, so what?!" Ikki angrily lets out. "Korra, confess your love to your soulmate!"

Soulmate?! Why does Mako have to be her-

-Nope. Not even finishing that thought.

"Korra, no!" I plea with her. "It's wrong, and you know it! Besides, think how awkward it would be between you two if you do confess!"

"But I have to try, Y/N!" she desperately replies back.

I groan. "You know what, I can't deal with this. I'll see you at the match."

I walk away, my fists clenched.

She's going to confess, isn't she?

For spirits sake.

LATER

The pro-bending match tournament is about to start. I'm currently sat with Asami, ready for it to begin.

"Thank you so much for allowing me to sit with you, Asami." I thank her, "These are the best seats in the house!"

Asami chuckles at my comment. "Don't mention it. I'm so excited to see the guys play!"

"Same here." I reply. "Korra has been so excited these past few days, I know she is going to play magnificently!"

The heir to Future Industries seems amused by my comment. "I wouldn't be surprised if she did, she is the Avatar after all."

I chuckle. "I suppose so."

We sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments. Until...

"So how long have you and Korra been dating?"

WHAT?!

Not her too.

"What? I-Korra and I are not dating. We're just best friends. That's it." I slowly explain to her, desperate to hide the nervousness from my voice.

Asami looks away, her cheeks becoming crimson red. "Oh, I'm sorry! It's just you two looked like a couple so I thought you were dating."

Wait...Korra and I look like a couple?

Before I could ask her what she meant by that, the whole room becomes shrouded in darkness, the only light being centred on the pro-bending ring.

"Folks, after a year of waiting, the Pro-Bending Championship Tournament is finally here! Tonight is the first set of matches in our single elimination, 16-team bracket. And I gotta tell ya, these are the most tenacious and talented bending trios this arena has ever seen!"

I try to pay attention as the teams are announced, with me even waving frantically at the Fire Ferrets when they are brought into the spotlight, but I can't shake off what Asami said earlier.

Korra and I look like a couple?

I can feel my lips curving upward, only for them to fall flat as I keep reminding myself of the obvious fact.

Korra doesn't like me like that. She likes Mako.

Mako, whose girlfriend I am sat with at the moment.

The guy Korra likes is taken.

I want Korra to be happy, I really do, but part of me is...relieved?

Happy?

A small twinge of guilt emerges from the pool of my stomach. I try ignoring it as best as I could whilst watching the Ferrets' brilliant performance against the Red Sand Rabbaroos, but it isn't working. Is it wrong for me to feel this way? Am I being a bad friend?

I must have been in my thoughts for a long time, as I hear the announcer's booming voice:

"All three rounds go to the Future Industries Fire Ferrets who win their opening match of the tournament!"

Oh crap, they won?! Awesome!

"They did it!" Asami exclaims, as she stands and raises both of her fists into the air.

I stand up too, cheering the Fire Ferrets for their victory.

I'll deal with these feelings another time.

However it appears "another time" is actually a few minutes later, as Asami and I walk into the Ferrets' locker room. Korra looks sad and embarrassed, and Mako's face is nothing but melancholy.

Why are they like this? They won the match! They should be-

-No.

Wait a minute.

Spirits, don't tell me.

Korra confessed to Mako...didn't she?

And from the look on their faces, it looks like the firebender rejected her.

Dammit. I knew this would happen.

Asami is oblivious to all of this though, as she walks up to her boyfriend.

"Congratulations, guys. You were so amazing out there!"

As she presses a kiss to Mako's cheek, I internally cringe. That's just rubbing salt to the wound right there.

Before I could confront Korra and ask her how she's feeling, Bolin walks up to her.

"So, Korra, I was thinking you and me, we could go get some dinner together. Sort of a date situation."

Uh oh. Looks like another heart is going to be broken tonight.

Korra looks to her left, avoiding Bolin's gaze. "Oh, that's really sweet, but I don't think so. I don't feel very date-worthy."

What?! Is she crazy?! She is absolutely date-worthy! More than worthy in fact!

Bolin shares my exact thoughts, as he shuts down Korra's self-deprecating comments. "Are you kidding me? You're the smartest, funniest, toughest, buff-est, talented-est, incredible-est girl in the world!"

It's true. All of it.

Korra giggles at the earthbender's compliments, flattered by his kindness. "You really feel that way about me?"

"I felt that way since the moment I saw you." Bolin sincerely replies. "Trust me, I know we're going to have so much fun together."

"You know what, I could use some fun." Korra responds, the joy in her voice returning at full force. "Okay, sure."

Hold up, what?

As I see the two walk away, ignoring my presence altogether, my jaw drops to the floor.

She said yes?

But I thought she didn't like him!

Maybe its in a friendly way?

But she didn't correct him! Is it a date? A date-date?

If I asked her instead of Bolin, would she have accepted too?

Oh no, of course not, what are you thinking Y/N? Her and I dating is a "crazy idea", remember?

Damn, I sound so jealous.

I really need a drink.

LATER

I'm in the middle of the city at the moment. I'm not too far from the pro-bending arena so I can quickly come back when the next game starts. Where is the best bar you can go to in Republic City?

I eventually find myself face-to-face with one. The exterior is bright red, with a massive sign right above the entrance, dragons featured on it.

"The Dragon's Breath." I say aloud. Hopefully this place will be nice.

I scan the area as I walk in. It's a small place, with there being a few tables lying around. Surprisingly it's pretty clean, the walls and floor looking so shiny I can nearly see my reflection, and it's pretty bright. The bar is also decorated with paper dragons, hanging on the ceiling and walls. There are only a few people here too. So far, it doesn't look that bad.

I walk up to the bar and sit on one of the stools. A bartender walks up to me.

"What can I get ya?" the man asks, his breath having a trace of alcohol.

"Surprise me." I simply say to him.

The bartender nods and makes me a drink. I hand him some Task Force earned money to the man, plus a little tip, and stare at my drink, looking at my reflection.

Why Korra? Why, out of everyone, did it have to be her?

"What kind of person like you ends up in a place like this?" a feminine voice invades my left ear.

I turn and see a woman. From her appearance, she looks like she's from the Fire Nation, maybe around my age. She has bright orange eyes, even brighter than Mako's, and black hair in the typical style of one from her home. She's also wearing typical Fire Nation clothing. However, I can see a long scar coming from the edge of her right eyebrow , barely missing her eye, down to the same level as the top of her lip.

She's pretty, I'll give her that.

"I don't know." I shoot back, a small smile on my face, "what kind of woman ends up talking to someone like me?"

The woman smirks, the left side of her mouth barely curving upward. "A desperate one."

I place a hand on my chest, feigning my sadness. "Ouch. You have truly wounded me."

She chuckles at my comment and sits down on the stool next to me. "Have I "wounded" you to the point that you have to leave?"

The woman is giving me the chance to go if I'm finding this uncomfortable. That's nice of her. Good thing I don't want to leave.

"Nah, I think I'll be alright." I reply to her, my smile growing.

She smirks again. "Good. I'm Kyuni."

The woman, Kyuni, holds up her hand. I take it.

"Y/N." I simply respond as we shake hands.

As we let go, a look of recognition flashes upon her face. "Oh wait, I've heard of you! You're that chi-blocker who was in Tarrlok's Task Force!"

I chuckle. "Yep, that's me."

"I can't believe I didn't recognise you! You're dating the Avatar, right?" she asks me excitedly.

Oh great, not another one.

"No, I'm not dating Korra. We're just best friends. We grew up together." I explain to Kyuni, hoping to hide the sadness in my voice.

Thankfully she doesn't detect it, but she begins to wave her hands about. "Oh, sorry! It's just I heard a few rumours about you guys. They say you two are secretly dating."

What?! Oh come on!

"Well, they're wrong." I bitterly reply, looking at my glass.

We sit in silence for a few moments. I have a feeling she's going to leave any second now.

I'm proven wrong apparently, as she speaks up. "You don't seem happy about that."

SHIT!

"What? Pssh, nah, I'm fine. I don't even have feelings for her." I nervously respond.

If she didn't buy my horribly executed lie, she doesn't say anything, as she takes a sip from her drink.

I do the same.

Only for me to spit it back out again.

Spirits, what is this drink? It tastes awful!

Kyuni laughs at me as I start coughing rapidly.

"You okay?" she asks me, clearly amused by the scene before her.

I nod frantically.

After I calm down, I move my drink away. There is no way I'm going to taste that again.

I turn to face the Fire Nation woman. Well, might as well continue the conversation.

"So, not trying to sound rude, but, uh, why did you want to talk to me?" I ask her, trying my best not to come across as an ass.

Kyuni finishes her drink and gently places it back on the bar. "You looked lonely. I was lonely. Thought we could both have some company so I thought, "Why not?"

I hum in acknowledgement. "That's fair. To be honest, this is the first time I've been to this place. I was only going to be here until the next match starts at the pro-bending arena."

"Oh yeah, the Pro-Bending Championship Tournament is on tonight!" she exclaims happily. "I always wanted to see a match but I could never afford a seat."

"You could come with me to the next one if you want." I blurt out before I could change my mind.

Kyuni's eyes widen in surprise. "Are you sure? I mean, we just met."

I answer with no hesitation. "Yeah, I'm sure. It sucks that you can't go to a match because you can't afford it. Plus, it's always nice to make new friends."

She smiles at my comment. "That's very nice of you. I'm going to pay you back though afterwards"

"What? No! This is my treat, you don't have to repay me or anything." I assure her, waving my hands up and down.

The woman smirks. "Okay then. How about we arm wrestle for it? If you win, I don't have to repay you. If I win, I'll pay you back. Deal?"

I frown as I think about her deal. If she insists on it, I'll play her game.

"Very well." I reply, a smirk forming on my lips. "I hope you are ready to lose."

Kyuni's own smirk grows. "Funny, I was just ready to tell you the same thing."

Oh, she's going down.

We place our arms on the bar and connect our hands. I notice her muscles. She definitely works out, but so do I. I also notice a little crowd forming. I take it they must have heard our conversation.

Kyuni speaks up.

"Three."

I shoot back a "Two"

We both say "One"

And we're off.

For the first thirty seconds our arms don't move, our strength being equally matched by each other. After a while though, I can feel my arm beginning to feel strained. Holy crap is this woman strong.

As the arm wrestle continues, I can see Kyuni casually ordering another drinking, taking it, and downing it in one move.

This woman, I swear.

Two can play it that game, I thought to myself, as I order two drinks from the bar and down both of them in a row, ignoring the disgusting taste. I see Kyuni's eyes flash with amusement whilst also hearing the crowd exclaiming "oohs" and "ahhs".

"You're tougher than I thought." Kyuni fires at me.

"Likewise." I send back.

Suddenly, Kyuni's arm gains incredible strength out of nowhere and slams my hand onto the bar.

"I win." the woman states, forming another smirk.

My jaw drops to the floor as I hear the crowd screaming with shock.

Kyuni moves her hand under my jaw and pushes it upward, closing my mouth.

"Looks like I have to repay you." she says with a teasing tone.

I nod slowly, and as I process my defeat, I look at the clock behind the bar.

SHIT! I missed one of the Fire Ferret's matches!

"Oh spirits! We got to go before we miss another match." I tell Kyuni as I get up from my stool.

"Okay, lets get out of here." she says as she follows behind me.

As we walk out of the bar, I glance towards her and smile.

"I can't wait to show you my friends."

LATER

KORRA'S POV

I'm outside the pro-bending arena, standing underneath a gazebo. We barely won that quarterfinal match, since Mako and I were too busy arguing than working together. I didn't think confessing my feelings to Mako would end this badly. Y/N was right, I shouldn't have said anything to him.

As I'm encased in my own thoughts, I hear Mako's voice.

"We need to talk."

Oh no.

"Look, sometimes you can be so infuriating-"

Enough of this, I don't want to hear it anymore.

"-Save your breath." I interrupt, bitterness in my voice. "You've already made it clear how you feel about me."

"No, I haven't."

What? What is he talking about?

Mako continues. "What I'm trying to say is as much as you drive me crazy, I also think you're pretty amazing."

My eyes widen. Does...does he mean...?

"So you do like me?" I cautiously ask him, careful not to get my hopes up.

"Yes, but-I like Asami, too. I don't know, things are complicated. I've been feeling really confused-"

I cut him off as I surge forward and capture his mouth with mine. He kisses back with passion equal to my own.

He likes me!

I can feel my cheeks burning as we part, but I don't care. I am so happy, this is-

-I look forward, and my heart drops to my stomach.

I see Bolin, a shocked look on his face, holding a banquet in his hands. The flowers are blowing in the wind. I also see Y/N, an even greater surprised look painted on them, with a woman beside them.

The moment of love and passion is torn apart, as Bolin begins to sob uncontrollably and runs away, ignoring Mako's pleas.

"Great!" Mako shouts out, turning to me. "Look what you did!"

"You're blaming me?" I angrily bark back. He can't just blame all of this on me!

"You kissed me!"

"You kissed me back!"

Mako grates his teeth together as he lets out a frustrated noise, running away in an attempt to catch Bolin.

Mako runs past Y/N, who is walking to me with a furious glare.

"What is wrong with you?!" they shout at me. "I told you Mako had a girlfriend, but no, let's not listen to Y/N! Let's just kiss him!"

They're mad. Really mad.

"I'm sorry, okay?! I just thought-"

-"No!" Y/N interrupts. "The next time you see Bolin, you better apologise to him!"

They walk away with the woman to the pro-bending arena. I turn around and focus my gaze on the ground.

"Well played, Korra."

LATER

Y/N'S POV

Idiot. What a fucking idiot.

I apologised to Kyuni for what happened outside and asked her not to mention it. She told me it was fine as we walked to where Asami and I sat earlier. I introduced the two to each other and the daughter of Hiroshi asked for another seat to be brought in. They seem to be hitting it off well, thankfully.

I can't get over what happened earlier. I'm fuming. I'm furious that Korra played with Bolin's emotions like that. She knew he liked her, and knew Asami was Mako's girlfriend, and she still kissed the firebender. KISSED!

It also didn't help that my jealousy was at its peak when I saw it with my own eyes. I felt like my whole world was crumbling down and my heart stopped beating. I really need to deal with this before it becomes a serious issue.

I feel a hand placed on mine, and I turn to see Kyuni, concern in her eyes.

"You okay?" she whispers to me.

I nod and she squeezes my hand in acknowledgement. We stare at each other for a few seconds until we get interrupted by the sound of cheering, as the two teams confront each other on the ring. The announcer speaks up:

"You can't find two teams more evenly matched in age, size, and strength than the Fire Ferrets and the Buzzard-Wasps. Believe me, I've looked. This should be a pulse-pounding semi-final, folks!"

DING!

As the match starts, I can tell they weren't as good as they were before. They're so unorganised tonight.

I wonder why.

A few minutes into it and Bolin gets hit so hard that he vomits...a lot.

Suddenly, Mako gets hit off the ring.

Shit!

Luckily, the bell rings, signalling the end of the first round.

Round two goes just as well. Bolin gets knocked off almost immediately and Korra is forced to move back one zone for being unnecessary rough against an opponent. She even threatened the ref, causing her to get a yellow fan.

They're so close to defeat. They can't just lose now, not after everything that has happened.

Almost immediately after the final round begins, Bolin and Mako get knocked back into zone two. The earthbender even gets his shoulder seriously injured by an earth disc, letting out a painful yell. Soon after that, both brothers are sent flying off the ring. It's up to Korra now. She can do this. I know she can.

I can feel the intensity emitting from the arena. Korra is dodging, weaving, sending everything she has at her opponents. She has ten seconds left.

Come on, Korra. You got this.

Then, just when all hope seemed lost, my best friend fires a massive water sprout at the three enemies, standing in a row vertically, sending them all off the ring and into the pool.

"It's the big kabosh! What a knockout! It didn't seem possible, folks, but the Fire Ferrets are headed to the finals!"

SHE DID IT!

The crowd goes absolutely crazy, myself included, as we all let out a scream. I jump up and raise both of my fists into the air, with Kyuni and Asami doing the same.

"THAT WAS AMAZING!" Kyuni shouts, joy written on her face.

"It sure was!" Asami happily replies.

We all rush in to congratulate the Ferrets. Asami runs to Mako and surges forward into a crushing hug.

"Great job! What a comeback, Korra. I've never seen a hat trick like that."

"Yeah! That was awesome!" Kyuni adds on.

The Ferrets look at her with confused looks.

Oh yeah, I haven't introduced them to her.

"Oh, sorry! Guys, this is Kyuni. I met her at a bar earlier. She's a big fan of pro-bending too!"

As Mako and Bolin introduce themselves to our new friend, I walk up to Korra and pull her into a hug, in which she gladly reciprocates.

"You did amazing, Korra." I joyously say to her.

"Thanks, Y/N. And about earlier, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. I was so wrapped up in my feelings that I didn't think about the consequences."

I pull back from the hug to look her in the eyes. "It's okay. I'm sorry for snapping at you. But I think there is someone who needs an apology the most."

She nods, a knowing look on her face, and walks to Bolin.

As soon as she walks away, Kyuni approaches.

"Thank you so much Y/N for taking me here! That was amazing!"

I chuckle. "No problem. You can come with me to the finals if you want."

Her face is painted with wonder as she hears my offer. Then, slowly, she smirks.

"Sure. But I think I need to repay you first." she teasingly tells me.

I chuckle, shaking my head. "Okay, if you want to repay me so badly, how about we go to "The Dragon's Breath" again tomorrow? You can tell me what drinks are actually good, and I can have a rematch of our arm wrestle. I need to get my honour back after that defeat."

Kyuni's smirk fades away into a gentle smile. "That sounds great."

Suddenly, an ear-invading voice breaks the moment:

"Your winners...the Wolf-Bats!"

What?! Already?!

We all rush forward and, yes, they actually won that fast.

"With a brutal round-one knockout, the defending champs secure their spot in the finals. I hope the Ferrets know a good doctor, because they're gonna need one!"

As the defeated players get rushed away for medical attention, Korra and I look at each other, worry in our eyes.

This is going to be harder than we thought.

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And that's it! Constructive criticism is always appreciated!

What did you think of Kyuni? This is the first time I made an OC (not counting the reader's character of course haha). I hope you guys like her!

See you all in the next chapter! :D

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why mcyttwt does not think some (if not most) of the time when it comes to mcc

if i post this in twitter, i’d surely get hated upon but someones gotta have to say this one day. also this does not target to mcytblr!!! this rant is more of towards mcyttwt!!!

remember how mcyt was so chill before all of this shit? how we would watch our favorite minecraters when the community was so small? or how mcc was an event that both ccs and fans can have some fun and entertainment once per month? and that was only last year too. now look at the new generation of mcyt fans and see why some of the old fans dont really associate the new ones.

as a fan of the old gen mcytbers like DanTDM, SkyDoesMinecraft, Aphmau and CaptainSparklez. heck im a fan of pewds’ minecraft series before dream or tommy or ranboo or the new gen of mcyt ccs blew up (a year before them if im correct), and we dont see drama or bad shit all the time when it comes to their content.

now compare that to the new gen where every single fucking day, a bored fan or anti would post shit drama in twitter where some of the people from twitter moved to tumblr just to not get a headache from the batshit craziness mcyttwt brought forth. and it just snapped more when the mccp21 rolled in.

heres some of my takes about the mccp21 issue:

1) “there’s a lack of representation of lgbtq+ in the teams!!!”

heres something to tell yall about that. scott doesnt have a fucking choice. scott smajor has told time and time again, WEEKS before the announcement of teams, that there are certain requirements and limitations to mccp21 thus there will be difficulty in choosing whos entering or whos not. limitations and requirements such as it will be streamed on youtube or how streamers with twitch contracts aren’t allowed to stream or (god bless scott’s good heart) scott not allowing some of the lgbtq+ streamers in joining the special event due to wanting them to have a chance to stream and experience their first mcc (so to those who said that ranboo should have been in mccp21, shut up ‘cuz scott wanted genderman to have fun streaming his first mcc but cant due to ranboo being a well-known twitch streamer). to those who complained that ant and velvet should be in the mcc, stop being selfish and do some actual research on why scott didn’t include them. a simple question to those two’s fans would answer that they can’t make it due to them camping for a week which within those days is the mccp21. they’re having time to themselves, not wasting it on a minecraft championship.

take in the consideration that, oh i dont know, not a lot of lgbtq+ ccs applied to the event? its not a free invite championship (in fact, mcc has always been like that), it’s an applied with the sufficient and correct requirements kind of event. the artist who created the icons from the previous mcc for the teams said that scott let in some of the new ccs in last minutes due to lack of applicants not meeting the requirements thus not having custom artworks for the teams if they want to announce the teams in time.

2.) “there’s no lesbians or trans in the teams >:(((”

sadly enough, there’s not much of the players from the lgbtq+ community but to say there’s no trans people in mccp21 is utterly false. by definition, trans mean denoting or relating to a person whose sense of personal identity and gender does not correspond with their birth sex. other genders such as non-binary, genderfluid, androgyne, bigender, gender expansive all fall under trans. you define yourself with the gender you personally chose and comfy with from you birth gender. so saying there’s no trans in the teams when there are players from the event like eret or sqaishey who are nb and genderfluid respectively are there to also represent not only the sexuality but also the gender identity of others??? like c’mon, please make sense mcyttwt.

also, while its sad to not see lesbians, please know that lgbtq+ doesn’t strictly be defined by lesbians. ffs, lgbtq+ literally means Lesbians Gays Bisexuals Transgenders and Questioning (or Queer but im not too sure about that one) which means that there are still other representatives for the community in the event.

3) “technoblade is in the event?!!! WHAT THE FUCK, HES A HOMOPHOBE/LESBIPHOBE-”

utter clowns, toxic twitter users are. do you really think that scott smajor, an openly gay man, would let a supposed “homophobe/lesbiphobe” in an event that focuses in supporting the lgbtq+ community? do you hear yourself? do you even do research where the joke he made was when he was the same age as me and it was based on a historical article back in WW2? or how he passionately supports the community especially the lesbians because a lesbian couple complimented him to which kickstart his confidence? the man willingly went to this mcc event despite being flamed a lot in twitter because he (and everyone) knows that his chat, his fans and supporters, are literal millionaires. if you saw a stream from foolish where he auctioned canonical characters for funs, a techno fan donated thousand of dollars to get technoblade, and that’s only one fan, now imagine a hundreds of thousands of them.

like it or not, technoblade has always been open about his support to the community, especially that majority of his fanbase are from the same community that mcyttwt allegedly swore that technoblade hates.

4) “since this mccp21 is pointless because theres no dteam, quackity, punz or (insert cc name), let’s have a watch party of the previous mccs to spite mccp21!!!” “let’s hope (insert cc name) stream on the 26th so mccp21 doesnt have the same amount of viewership like before!!!” “where are (insert cc name)??? gosh, this mcc is so boring without them!!!”

shut up shut up shut up shut up shut the actual fuck up. are you really seriously hearing yourself? are you willing and proudly boycotting a once in a year special event that is seriously needed by the lgbtq+ community? are you that cruel and selfish to sacrifice a project that helped tons of people just for your sick entertainment and desires? are you that evil to stop others from enjoying and donating to the trevor project? are you that inconsiderate of other ccs that aren’t part of dsmp and calling them boring? and for what? because your favorite cishet streamer isn’t there? oh booofuckinghoo! you’re so fucking petty to even post about this kind of tweets in public.

(edit: did yall honestly thought that without your favorite streamers that the mcc is not worth watching because they aren't there? well let me tell you, im a ranboo fan. ive watched him when he first entered the dsmp and watched him spinning in his unicorn chair for 5 minutes. the boo community waited for so many months for genderman to join mcc yet we didn't even do that kind of disgusting action and behavior every time he isn't in mcc. 8 months. that's how long ive watched him. ive waited 8 months for him to be in the event yet i still watch other povs like tommy's, puffy's, wilbur's, and etc., because it's fun and entertaining to watch them despite the beloved not participating in the games.

if you're that spoiled to not even watch mcc because (insert cc whose not part of mccp21 name here) isn't part of the roster then you most likely have a one dimensional humor because there will always be someone more funny and entertaining than them. i like dsmp don't get me wrong, but i found parrot's school smp funnier than dsmp yet you don't see me insulting both series, do you? learn to keep yourself if you're calling ccs as boring or dull or not entertaining enough due to not having the same big platform as the dsmp members.)

you don’t deserve to call yourself a fan if you’re doing this kinds of actions. in fact, people like you should be kicked out from the mcyt community because your kind of people are the reason why we look so bad from the outside. your toxic and self-entitled to these content creators are the reason why famous ccs like sbi, purpled, tubbo and almost ranboo left twitter/implied strict rules to their subtwts. you drove out an entire friend group that tons of fans found comfort in from the platform and you still have the audacity to this kind of shit? honestly, just leave before you give me a headache.

what im sayin’ is that mcyttwt is one of the worst, if not THE worst, subtwts out of the other subtwts in twitter. having no actual research or evidences or spreading false information is common in twitter where you would have to take what they said with a micro size grain of salt. mcyttwt already ruined the fun and spirit of mcc during its comeback in mcc14 due to the glitch and beta testing shit (ey i still stand for the ranboo beta testing but i know that will be worthless since theres hints of him joining soon in mcc15). if you’re still in mcyttwt, i suggest to get out of there while you still can. we’ll never know if there’s a bigger shitstorm than this in the mcyttwt that may happen in the future.

edit! hi bella again, ive been told by a polite and cool user that not all people from mcyttwt are toxic and/or cruel. im going to clear something up here. ive written this during the heat of the announcement of mccp21 teams. so there's a lot of complains and/or entitled people in the app (you can even see it in my previous post too if you want evidences!) that gave off mostly negative vibes towards the event.

ive seen the cool ones who actually took the consideration for scott's side and the criticism of the lack of representation of other communities within the lgbtq+ umbrella (ive even share some parts of it above so im also a bit upset to the lack of numbers in the community). and some of them are correct about recruiting lgbtq+ creators in youtube but! like i said, it's an applied event and not invitational one, so its up to that content creator if they want to join or not. the amount of cishet in the roster are just those who want to support the cause and/or backups/stand-ins in case scott and noxcrew can't find enough ccs in time!

just wanna clear this up because mcyttwt these days are covered by really cringe fans (ive noticed a pattern of them mostly new ones but there are still awesome new fans (like my irl friend who just joined this year) within the community) that covered the good ones where they enjoy, have fun and share some neat ideas and thoughts to the community within the platform!

when i said to get out of the mcyttwt while you still can, i meant to get out of there to avoid drama (that is really small contrast those who really need to address the issue) and take a break from it. it's still your choice if you want to be surround by it or not or if you want to come back to the app. all im saying is to buckle up for the shitstorm cuz this is not the last time that the twitter side of mcyt will cause negativity to the community.

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