he looks really melancholy; but i kinda like it that way

Streets (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: You are Bruce’s biological daughter, but you only know that since a few weeks.
You used to live on the streets and Jason and your path is linked closely (I know that timeline wise this might not fit, but whatever okay?)

Warnings: kinda fluff af, long

You were still not used to waking up in a smooth bed, underneath silky sheets in clean clothes.
You were not used to your bare feet on cold marble floor or fancy carpet.
But you were certainly not used to a butler, a father and his seemingly million adopted kids.

Your mother had a one night stand with non other than Bruce Wayne out of which you evolved.
Your mother never told you and she in general should never have been a mom in the first place.
Most of your teenage years you were living on the streets, but one night, a few weeks ago Bruce stood in front of you. He informed you about your mothers death, that she sent him a letter with a DNA test in her last days and that he was searching for you ever since.

You wanted to read the letter, but Bruce didn’t allow it.

“Good morning, Miss (Y/N). Have you slept well?” Alfred asked genuinely interested and sweet like every morning. For some reason you always managed to be the first to find the way out of bed, despite your insomnia.

“I have. Have you?” You flashed him a quick smile and reached for a towel, helping him with dishes.

Alfred nodded and took the towel from you replacing it with a cup of coffee. “Jason stayed over. I think you have not met yet.”

You flinch at the name. “Another one?”

You didn’t want to feel this bitterness, but you just couldn’t help and think how funny it was that Bruce played father for so many and didn’t even know he had a biological daughter who was caught in the middle of Gotham’s gang war. Feeling this was a waste of time and you tried your best to ignore it.

You sat on the couch, turning on the news and Titus laid down beside you with his head on your lap.
Nothing too shocking happened, well, nothing too shocking for your standards.

A young man trotted in and fell on the two persons couch that was standing across from the one you sat on. His arm was laying over his face, blocking the light off.
He was tall and muscular, very, and his dark hair was messy, falling on his forehead.
After some moments he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before looking at you with piercing blue eyes that for some reason seemed painfully familiar, but maybe it was just his name and value it held to you.

“Jason.” You nodded, trying to smile.

“(Y/N).” He returned the gesture.

You waited for him to throw all sorts of questions at you like Dick and Damian did, almost interrogating you, but they never came and you were thankful.
Alfred placed a cup of coffee on the coffee table.

“Thanks, Alfred,” Jason said. His voice was raspy and witty.

“Always, Master Jason.”


Later that day Jason stood in front of the big window front, looking out at the dock where you sat with your feet in the water of the lake.
Something about you was familiar, but Jason just couldn’t point his finger at it.

“You should go and talk to her. I think you would get along well.” Alfred suddenly stood beside him.

“Nah, bet–”

“Please, Jason… for me.”

Jason turned his eyes away from you and glared at Alfred. He sighed. “Now I have to and you know it, Alfred. I did not expect such a card from you.” Jason threw his hands in the air and walked outside. Alfred grinned and gave you and him privacy.

“Okay, casual.” He muttered to himself, taking deep, encouraging breaths. Your back was turned towards him, but Jason walked loudly to make sure you didn’t jump and fall into the water.

“Hey, (Y/N). May I sit?” He made his voice sound cool and his hands were in the pocket of his hoodie.

You simply nodded and focused back on the water.

“It’s a little melancholy here.” Jason realized soon. “Are you alright?”

“You want the honest answer or the one where I lie to not make things awkward?” You asked playfully but dead serious. People did that a lot. Asking how someone was and expecting to hear a good, then not knowing how to deal with anything else.

Jason chuckled. You looked at him.

“I think I can handle the honest one.”

You sighed heavily. “This is just all too much. Everything. I used to sleep on benches and cardboard, now in that bed I feel like sleeping on a marshmallow, or I used to search for something to eat in the garbage and Damian took two bites of his sandwich and threw it away today.
And Alfred.
He is so sweet and nice and does everything and it makes me feel guilty.”

“You lived on the streets?” Jason narrowed his eyes at you. “No one told me.” He saw the confusion on your face and realized only now how judging it must have sounded to you. “I… I used to as well. Before Bruce took me in.”

The expression on your face softened.

“It never really goes away, to be honest. You can take the kid from the street, but not the street out of the kid.”

“Hm.” You thought about it.

“And Alfred; that’s just him. We all don’t deserve him, yes, but that’s his nature. It’s hard to not feel guilty, I know, but Alfred knows we all appreciate him. He’s not expecting anything from us, well, that we take care of ourselves.”


“Damian is just in general a brat.”

You laughed and a smile spread on Jason’s lips. He liked the way you laughed, it made him want to hear more, tell a million jokes.
Did he know a good joke at all? He knew the ones Roy told, but they were all garbage.

“Something about you is super familiar, Jason.” You confessed. “I just don’t know what.”

“Actually, same!” He nodded and looked ahead. “Maybe we find out after a race to the other shore.”

“Are you serious?” You glared at him.

Jason shrugged. “Well, only if you can sw– THAT’S NOT FAIR PLAY!” He yelled as you already jumped into the water. Jason kicked his shoes off and followed, jumping in head first.

When you arrived at the other side both of you were out of breath, laying down on the grass.

“That was more exhausting than expected.” Jason shook his head, getting water out of his hair. It fell in heavy streaks on his forehead, making water drip over his cheeks.

You admired his appearance for a few seconds before finding your voice. “Maybe you should do more cardio instead weight lifting.”

“Ha!” He laughed. “I still won.”

“Nah, you didn’t!” You shoved at his arm, laughing with him for some moments, then got up and held your hand out. Jason grabbed it and pulled himself up and was now very close to you.

Each of you cleared their throats in awkwardness and stepped away. This exact moment felt like it had happened before, like a déjà-vu and both of you felt it.

“I assume we walk back.” You were hugging yourself, feeling how the cold nipped at your skin slowly but surely making it’s way through the wet clothes that were clinging to your body.

Jason nodded and you two found a slow but steady pace, almost trying to make the way longer than it was.

“Can I ask you something?” Jason said after a while.


“Isn’t it sorta hard to know Bruce adopted so many children and didn’t know he had a biological daughter that needed his help just as much? I don’t know about you, but I’d be pissed.”

“But why wasting time? I can be bitter and grumpy or I can just enjoy becoming part of this, to witness living in a intact family with a roof over my head.”

“That’s mature.”

You scoffed. “It has been a long way and to be completely honest, yes, I’m a little salty.”

“How that?” He frowned.

“I’ve lost someone to that whole gang crap and after that the only thing I was able to feel was rage and anger. I was willing to kill people and set whole Gotham afire. It’s not a time I like to remember, but I try to be better than that now.”

“Oh, I’ve been there, too.” Jason chuckled. “You have no idea.”

“What happened?”

Jason glanced at the sky and sighed and you only knew one person who ever did it just like Jason now.
It hit you like a bolt, making your system crash down entirely. You lip quivered and your hands shook, your knees were made of jelly all of a sudden.

“Are yo–”

You jumped into his arms and let your tears run free. Your fingertips were digging into his shoulder and your feet dangled in the air.
Jason almost lost his palace.

“But they told me.” You sobbed. “I thought you died, oh my god.”

Jason’s eyes widened. His stomach turned upside down. This couldn’t– could it? Deep down he knew since moments, but pushed it away since it was impossible.

You pulled your head from his shoulder and laid your forehead against his. His wet hair was sticking to your forehead and your own locks were simply everywhere.
He let your bare feet touch the ground again and you cupped his face with your shaking hands.
Your thumb run over the scar on his cheek.
It wasn’t prominent, barely there, but you knew he had it, because you were there the night he got it.
You saved Jason from that thug who wanted gods know what from him.

“(Y/N).” His voice was a faint whisper stacked with disbelief. “(Y/N)?” He repeated.

You nodded your head violently and a smile of pure relief spread on your chapped lips. “Yes, Jason.” You stroke his hair back.

“How?” His voice broke and he buried his face into your shoulder and locked his arms around you so tightly one could think he wanted to be absorbed by you.

You two were crying now.
Happiness. Sadness. Relief.

Time seemed to blur away as you were wrapped up in each other, reunited after all those years. Now, the two of you could not believe you didn’t see it earlier. It was ridiculous.

The sun was setting when you finally pulled away.

Jason pressed his forehead to your and the two of you started to giggle and laugh. He stroke through your hair and your hands were caressing the skin of his cheeks.
Your eyes sparkled like galaxies.

“I saw your jacket, your blood soaked jacket.”

After you had saved Jason, you stayed together.
For the first time in your two lives you could trust someone entirely, for the first time you had someone who cared about you.
For the first time you two experienced love.
One morning Jason left. It was the day before your birthday and with the little money he somehow collected he wanted to buy you something nice. You told him not to, that you could spend the money on more important things, but he insisted.
Around the time Jason said he’d be back gunfire roared in the air.

“I gave the jacket to this boy because he was freezing.” He explained. “But I saw the blood where we stayed. Jerome told me you got hit, he said you died.”

You shook your head. “A bullet hit me in the leg, but ambulance was there and took me. That’s when I saw the jacket and I yelled for you and they said the boy who wore it is dead.

You two could just laugh with tears running.

“Something like this could only happen to us,” you said.

“I shouldn’t have believed him. I… I should have–”

“Shh.” You peaked his lips softly.

Jason’s knees shook. How often did he dream of you? How often did he imagine what it felt like to hold you and kiss you again?


Part two where Jason finds out you’re an anti hero, protecting the kids living on the streets?
[I’m pretty okay with how this turned out. It would be nice to know what you think 💜]


Rejoice my fellow Sevamp lovers! I have been asked a couple of times for this and I just wanted to say thank you for all the nice messages and even the mentions in the tags where you guys liked the translations I was able to provide.
THANK YOU SO MUCH! ヽ(=^・ω・^=)丿Thank you for being patient and also being the most awesome fandom! ☆*:.。. o(≧▽≦)o .。.:*☆

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—One of these nights 💔touken&blackreaper headcanon

summary: Months after turning into the Black Reaper, Kaneki makes Touka a phone call.

I think I’m gonna keep doing this for a while now, “mini fics” for certain headcanons that I don’t feel like writing as a 3,000(or more) word fic due to many reasons (lack of inspiration, the plot not being strong enough for a long fic, things I wanna keep short..) all of these mini fics (that will reach their limit with 1,000 words approx..) will end with “headcanon” at the end of the title… you can read the rest of these headcanons // mini fics series here, and I will add the link on my fics page as well. These headcanons will have a very poor and light writing, so don’t expect the greatest prose of all—hence the whole point of being just a headcanon, haha. You can also request headcanons/mini fics for me to write this way, it’s way easier and faster(&less frustrating) than writing a whole one-shot :’) remember, these are not full fics like most of my writings, so there might be some writing differences! 

enjoy this little thing!

It’s been months since Haise went to :re.

Actually, almost a year.

Yes, Touka kept the count. It would have been embarrassing to admit it years ago when she was still a teenager, when proud was like a shield that would protect her lonely and wrinkled heart from people obsessed with abandon her. But she’s not proud anymore, and her arms feel way too tired to keep holding the shield against her chest when her heart has been already torn apart so many times. She has lost so much already, that sometimes she feels that there’s nothing else to lose anymore. So it won’t matter… it won’t matter.

She counts the days, the minutes, the hours, as she feels Yomo’s gaze upon her back, parting his lips to say something (something that she fears it may sound like “he’s not coming back”) but quickly shouting them again, not finding the courage to speak. She stares behind the window, waiting for something, always waiting for something… but nothing appears.

Last time Haise visited :re, he decided that he would be a bold guy. Girls like bold guys, and if he really wanted for that pretty waitress to set his eyes on him and actually see him, instead of seeing something else (he had that vague impression sometimes), he decided to give a small but decided first step. When she turned around towards the counter after delivering him his coffee, he took a paper and a pen and with shaky hands he wrote a simple but important question.

“Can I have your number?

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Fair warning - this is kinda long? At least for me? ^^
If you’d like some background music - I’ve been listening to this while writing this… thing ^^

The Great Lake is calm today. There’s only a gentle breeze. It caresses Draco’s face softly as he watches the clouds on the horizon. They’re dipped in pink and gold from the evening sun, which has already vanished behind the mountains. Draco can already feel the melancholy rise from the pit of his stomach. He clutches his knees tighter to his chest as his eyes search the sky. When he finds what he’s looking for, he just stares.

The evening star.

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Highway (Part 6)

Originally posted by enjoy-the-life-baby

Summary: There’s a charming man that enters the diner like he owns the place, like he owns the town. And when he’s calling you babydoll, with a devilish smirk on his face and a twinkle of silver in his baby blues, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for the infamous Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Wordcount: 2,039

A/N: And here we go! The part where I finally set up the angst for the rest of the story lol i’m kinda sad :/

Part 1  / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6


Bucky Barnes had chased the adrenaline ‘till he couldn’t breathe anymore.

He was the kinda man who never went through something like this. Something so beautifully overwhelming, something that made his chest tighten and something that pulled his lips back into a stupid and giddy smile. You were doing this to him.

You were the one he’d chased down, 'till he realized you had him wrapped around your pretty little pinky. Oddly enough, he found himself incapable of having a single issue with just how pliable he was in your presence. 

How could he when it made him feel so alive? So…so…wanted?

Because he’d gone his entire life feeling like he truly was a speck of dirt upon the pristine surface of society, a trauma-haunted speck of dirt that was destined to remain trapped in a garage, drinking away the nights that he couldn’t sleep. 

After the terrors in Afghanistan, after returning to this town with a wounded soul, Bucky had been inconsolable, debilitated with insomnia and flashes of anger and panic attacks. Panic attacks and anger that caused trembling fingers and shaky breaths and hot tears. 

Those episodes often led Bucky to recollect those haunting experiences on the battlefield.

They used to call him Sergeant Barnes.

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1. Storm

Yes, I didn’t come up with an original title, but it’s whatever. This first fic is for @iwritefanfictionnottragediess !! It’s kinda short and I wrote part at 1am, but there should be other (hopefully better) fics to come!!

Words: 1167 

Read on A03: X

Keith grabs Lance’s hand and pulls him under the cover of a bus stop. Just in time, too. A huge strike of lightning lights up the dreary sky for a moment, and Keith feels Lance shiver against him.

“You okay?” Lance nods stiffly, still pressed up against Keith. He is completely soaked, wet from head to toe. The heavy rain falls from the sky, making loud splattering noises when it hits the roof. He steps away after a minute, sitting down heavily on a nearby bench.

“Take off your jacket.” Lance looks up quickly, red staining his tan cheeks.

“Wha-what?! Why?” Keith rolls his eyes at the stammering boy, reaching up to pull off his own jacket. Lance’s face only turns redder at that.

“Lance, your jacket is soaked and if you don’t take it off soon, you’ll get sick. Hurry up and take it off.” Realization dawning on Lance, he quickly peels away the soggy item.

He sits there shivering, wrapping his arms around himself. Suddenly, something warm is draped over his shoulders. Lance looks up to see Keith looking pointedly away while pulling his red jacket over Lance’s bare arms.

“Here.” Lance flushes, the smirks.

“Thanks… but how is this tiny crop top going to help at all?” Keith frowns, pouting.

“Well, excuse me for trying to help. I can always take it back.” Lance shifts away from Keith, grabbing at the jacket to pull it closer to him.

Keith clears his throat, looking away again. Lance swears he sees a light blush on his cheeks, but dismisses the thought. Keith was probably just cold. Catching Keith’s eye, Lance waves for Keith to join him on the bench. Keith sits, a comfortable distance away from Lance.

It grows quiet again, nothing but the sound of rain coming down around them. Keith is about to try and break the slightly uncomfortable silence, when Lance starts to speak.

“You know, I used to like the rain.” After a moment, Keith hums, and Lance continues. “I used to play in it, when I was little, until I got the flu one time. Mama scolded me but I still think it was worth it.”

Keith pictures this, a younger Lance running about in the rain, splashing through the mud. The thought of it brings a smile to his face. But somehow the melancholy undertone of Lance’s voice makes him sober up.

“And? What do you think of it now?” Lance hums, looking through the window of the shelter contemplatively. He shrugs a bit, still not turning back towards Keith.

“I’m not entirely sure. There are things I like about it, and things I don’t. It’s sad but beautiful, hindering but also helpful.” Keith cocks an eyebrow, the strange metaphor going over his head.

“What… exactly do you mean?” It’s not mean or condescending, the way he says it, instead it’s rather kind, and open. Willing to listen.

“It’s beautiful, anyone can see, but the dull grey of the clouds make it seem so sad. I guess, I relate in a way sometimes. It stops us from getting where we needed to be, but at the same time opens up wonderful opportunities.

Keith hadn’t expected Lance to be so deep and philosophical, yet he now finds it admirable, and he loves the concentrated look played out on his face.

"What kinds of opportunities have come from this?” Keith is teasing slightly, but he is also genuinely curious to see what Lance means. Lance, seeming to snap out of some sort of daze, flushes red and starts to stammer.

“D-did I say that out loud? Hah, I mean- I meant- I didn’t get much sleep last night I-I’ve got to go.” Lance moves to sit up, but a strong hand gripping his arm keeps him in place.

“Wait. Tell me what you meant, I want to know.” Lance visibly gulps, Adams apple bobbing in his throat. He strains against Kith’s grip again, but neither of them budge.

“No, I can assure you that you very much do not want to know, and that this is a bad idea. Let me go, please.” Keith’s frown deepens, his eyebrows scrunching up in discontent.

“No. Where would you go anyways? It’s pouring buckets out there, you’d be drenched.” Lance gives an exasperated sigh, dropping back down next to Keith. Keith grins a little bit at his win.

Please tell me.” Lance swallows thickly, wiping the hand of his free arm on his jeans.

“I- you can let me go, you know. I won’t run.” Keith gives him a skeptical look, but drops his arm anyways. Lance still doesn’t look at him.

“What I meant,” Lance begins slowly, “is that we get the opportunity to be alone. Together.” He’s blushing, a dark red covering his face.

“Wha- I don’t understand?” Keith isn’t joking, he really doesn’t understand what Lance is trying to say. He has an idea, and inkling, but he doesn’t want it to just be blind hope. Lance doesn’t elaborate further, leaving Keith’s question unanswered. Being the hothead he is, Keith won’t stand for it.

Keith grabs Lance by the shoulders, not too roughly, and spins him around so they’re face to face.

“Tell me what it means.” He hadn’t meant for his voice to be so weak, but that’s how it came out. “Please.”

Lance squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, then takes a breath. Reopening his eyes, he stares directly at Keith.

“It gives us the opportunity to be alone together so i can confess to you.” Lance smiles, a bittersweet smile with lips pressed together tight, and sighs. It sounds as if a ton of bricks have been lifted off his shoulders.

“Say it.” Lance’s gaze snaps back to Keith. Keith, who has a desperate look in his eyes. Lance blinks slowly, then opens his mouth.

“I like, no, I love you. I really, really love you.” A tear slips down his face, and Keith quickly brushes it away.

In a flash, his lips are on Lance’s and everything else goes numb. He barely registers the sound of rain falling, or the cars rushing past on the street, falling into a breathless rhythm with Lance’s lips. Lance had frozen initially, but now was kissing back with more vigor than ever. His hands come up to cradle Keith head, Keith’s hands finding Lance’s waist. Soft sounds escape their mouths, until they pull away gasping.

“I love you too, you massive idiot.”

Lance’s smile breaks into a grin, so wide it almost split his cheeks in half. Keith couldn’t help smiling along, lost in Lance’s happiness, happiness that he shares.

Keith quickly pulls Lance in for another kiss, humming happily. Nothing could be more of a perfect end to a stormy day.

When the rain does let up a bit, the two boys run as fast as they can back to Keith’s apartment. There they fall asleep, listening to the sounds of each other breathing in sync with the pounding rain.

Peter Parker’s first four encounters with The Vision.


Peter listened intently as Tony and Rhodes briefed the team on the impending operation to capture Barnes. One by one they covered the adversaries their team might face who could aid his escape. Natasha chimed in, citing their weaknesses, strengths, and how best to combat them.

“Lastly, we all know the scary one: Wanda,” Tony spoke as the young girl’s face appeared on the screen. “Location currently unknown, along with Barton, but it’s our best bet they put their lot in with Cap.”

Peter’s eyes widened. He only knew of Wanda from news reports. If she could move an exploding bomb, what else what she capable of? From his peripheral, he noticed the Vision flex his fingers and shift uncomfortably.

Rhodes continued, serious. “Do not engage Wanda, if you can avoid it.”

“She will mess you up, trust me.” Tony rubbed his temple. “Right, Romanoff?”

Natasha disregarded his comment. “If she does show, our hope is to neutralize her, from a safe distance, as quickly as possible.”

Vision opened his mouth before closing it, glancing away. Peter wondered what it was he was going to say, how it pertained to the mission.

After the briefing ended and everyone disbursed, Peter moved to approach Tony, eager for any additional advice the genius might bestow. But Iron Man didn’t seem to notice the young man as he quickly made his way to Vision whose head was hung low.

Tony clasped his shoulder, voice low, “Hey, you okay?”

Peter did not hear Vision’s murmured response.

“Don’t worry about it, alright?” the playboy urged. “We’ll get her back.” Without another word, he moved back to Rhodes, observing the monitors.

Thus, Peter found himself standing beside the world famous Stark creation, The Vision.

“Hi,” he introduced, extending his hand. “I’m Peter… Parker.”

Vision peered at the gesture, curious. Most humans, he’d found, rarely spoke to him directly. Choosing instead, to speak of him to Mr Stark, whether he was present or not. So, he shook the hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr Parker. I am Vision.”

Peter shift slightly, as people usually only addressed as so formally when he was in trouble. Still, he was positively gobsmacked. “Wow, I can’t believe—I mean—you’re The Vision!” He chuckled at his stammering, “This is all so surreal, ya know?”

“Yes,” Vision nodded solemnly, eyeing the screen displaying his former teammates faces. “It certainly is.”

“Hey, can I—”

“Alright, listen up!” Rhodes spoke up. “We’ve got visual confirmation. They’re coming.”

Tony commanded, “Get into position.”


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too-many-goddamn-fandoms  asked:

For the honesty hour thing: So, how did you fall in love with Sakuya, and want attracts you to his character? Im interested in this!

Lol girl did I ever tell you that I love you?

It took me awhile to answer this because I needed to collect my thoughts about it. AHAHA TAKE A SEAT EVERYONE. Okay gosh where to begin….. THIS IS LIKE THE INTERVIEW I WAS WAITING FOR. HA.

Well, as some people know I wasn’t extremely fond of Sakuya when I first started Servamp about….7-8 months ago? I didn’t hate him or anything, just didn’t really care for him at first. (but that kinda goes for quite a bit of characters really, but everyone grows on me at some point. ^^)

I think what really got to me was after learning about his past and how it affected his motives, relationships and current situation in the series.

So many aspects about his characters just make so much sense but I feel like are just kinda looked over……. probably cause his backstory was kinda glazed over real quick, in my opinion at least. (Like why dammit? I have so many questions still, this series can’t do this to me.) It just really kills me inside, especially the more I thought about it and the more I think about his character.

I’m gonna kinda express some of my new random thoughts on his past , cause this intrigues me oddly: (Kinda theory time right now whoooo) AND ALL IS WHAT GIVE ME SO MANY FEELINGS MY GOSH.

Just thinking about the extent of the abuse he must’ve suffered is something that really boggles my mind…… We know it went on for years, those 6 years before his “death” and then probably a few more before that obviously, when his sister was still alive. Who’s knows how long she had to endure it though? She was much older, Sakuya was about 9 at the time, and she appeared to be High School (or maybe Middle School can’t really tell with the uniform.) 

She was also the one covered in bandages after all, and we couldn’t see any visible scars or injuries on Sakuya. So she obviously took all the beatings so he wouldn’t have too most likely but after when she died I’m sure things got worse for poor little Sakuya.

But this is my other biggest thing about the abuse he went through…

How come he never tried running away?

We all know his parents threatened to do the same thing to him as they did to his older sister, but could he really not just try and leave before anything happened? Maybe not until he got a bit older.. but still….

Was his parents that controlling? I doubt his parents even cared enough to hunt him down if he did run away…. So why didn’t he try? Did they really keep him that locked in? Its so hard for me to imagine him being and feeling that hopeless, did he have zero fight inside him?

It’s hard to imagine him not fighting back in the slightest. But he could have been a very different person back when he was human too, of course. Maybe more meek and submissive… again who knows. (To be honest, I am extremely curious about to what most of the vampires characters were like before they were vampires and who and what they did before as well.

But anyway, do you think Sakuya put up with it…

Because it was ALSO a loyalty thing??!? I’m making no jokes here. Hear me out, even if he hated his parents(I’m sure he did obviously, even though he never explicitly said he did, because we had Tsubaki tell his story, and not Sakuya.)

Do you think he never tried running away or whatever, because he just felt like he just couldn’t? Like he was betraying something? Maybe not his parents, just because “They are my parents…. whether I like it or not. I have to listen to them…

But maybe because of his sisters death? Like he felt like he had to endure it like she did for him?? I mean…. he was told:

“You don’t want your sister’s death to be a waste, right?”

YOU GUYS GET WHAT I AM SAYING HERE RIGHT? History can repeat itself….

(This boy is gonna kill me with his conflicted ass)

Maybe there wasn’t actually much physical abuse doing those years… Maybe at least for as long as he did what they said and stayed out of their way and kept their secret. But I kinda already talked about this part in a post about what I think happened to his parents after he became a vampire. (I am very sensitive about this topic alright?)

We know they killed his sister so they could get insurance money(ughh so sickening) but did they really try to kill Sakuya for more money? They would only be two people at that point…… so that’s why a part of me is like, “there’s gotta be a greater reason.” The best conclusion I came up with was “They killed him because maybe he tried to TELL someone.”

Think about it. Sakuya hates lies, he had to lie his whole life basically. He takes it very serious and to heart. WE KNOW THIS.

We know he only kept it a secret because he was threatened and didn’t want his sister’s death to be in vain…. But maybe he eventually cracked under all the pressure… And maybe tried speaking about it or was planning too and then… That was also the day he died…… Damn…. I just stabbed myself in the heart.

So yes, his past is a big factor on why I found him so interesting initially when I was new to this fandom/series, I was really hoping we would see his past elaborated a bit or learn more and see what he does and how on earth Mahiru was gonna “save him.”

I could go on and on about these two as well. Not in a shippy way…. but friendship or romantic, considering his past it makes sense to why he’s attached to Mahiru. Again in another post where I “defended his character” I guess you could say, I talked about how Sakuya’s “screwed up friendship methods” and how he really dug himself into a hole. -__- But I was saying its almost hard to blame him for going about the way he did. BECAUSE IT JUST MAKES SENSE SADLY.

Sakuya is a real lonely and distant kinda guy. After he sister died I’m sure he didn’t have much light in his life then. No one to talk too, no one who understood. No one who loved him. I’m sure growing up during those 6 years he was probably afraid to get close to anyone. What was school like for him then…. did he really have no friends at all for 6 years? It’s crazy to think about right? His childhood was anything but normal…. 

But then he received a “second chance” after Tsubaki found him and I’m sure Mahiru’s kind-hearted nature really drew him in, it’s not wrong for him to really want a friend, yeah he did go the complete wrong way about it, but unfortunately lies and deceit is all he knew how to do. He found some light in his life, and he was willing to do anything to hold on to that for as long as he could. Also HE KILLS ME because he regretted lying to Mahiru so much and did all the awful things he did/said, BECAUSE HE WAS HOPING MAHIRU WOULD HATE HIM and have his Servamp KILL HIM because he felt that was the only way to apologize for everything. and BOIII did that really kill me. AND THEN MAHIRU FORGAVE HIM STILL and now look at where he is with his conflicted loyalty….


-inhales- ALSO ONE THING I NEED TO GET OFF MY CHEST BECAUSE THIS REALLY BOTHERS ME. Before ANYONE says “Mahiru is too forgiving about the whole fake memories thing and shouldn’t have forgiven Sakuya or be his friend.” Cause I HAVE heard someone say this and it makes me angry.


  • Mahiru shouldn’t have forgiven and accepted Kuro for his past and all his sins and regrets, that he never shared with him. Also for attacking Mahiru that one time, lets not forget.
  • Mahiru shouldn’t be friends or ever trust Lawless because he’s killed so many eves and killed all of Tsubaki’s subclass and who knows what else he’s done?
  • Mahiru shouldn’t be finding a way to stop Tsubaki without killing him, because he’s not worth it.
  • Mahiru shouldn’t be trying to save Tsurugi either because he’s also done bad things.
  • AND SO ON.

SO SCREW EVERYONE WHO SAYS THAT. Cause you’re basically saying NO CHARACTER deserves happiness. -exhales- Sorry I just feel very strongly about that and I forgot to mention this in my defense post awhile ago. I feel better now~

So about Sakuya’s damn conflicted loyalty between Tsubaki and Mahiru. How are things gonna go from here?.WHICH ROUTE MY GUY? I WANT TO KNOW.

Tbh he’s kinda similar to Tsurugi in a sense (a certain someone kinda opened my eyes about that) that the whole “afraid to start something new because this is all that I’ve ever known and honestly I don’t know how to feel anymore?” kinda sense.

Although Tsurugi is debatablely the saddest character in servamp right now (backstory and current situation and all ARE WAYYY more painful.) 

What? Just cause Sakuya is my fave didn’t mean I’m completely biased about him. He sad. But not the SADDEST. I just thought I would mention this cause the parallels kinda fascinate me.

I WANT SAKUYA TO TAKE SOME ACTION. HE’S FREE NOW RIGHT??? What’s he gonna do now??? What’s he planning to do!?!? STILL WAITING HERE.

. Ughh its probably gonna be awhile until we get anything about Sakuya again. Which is fine. Cause its not his arc right now.


But still I’m extremely curious… To what he might do in the future…. I mean Sakuya and even Lilac are still running around freely unlike the other melancholy members at the moment? So will he somehow be involved with that later??? Will he find Tsubaki??? WHERE ARE YOU MY BOY?

Ughh I’m having Sakuya withdraw lol… I hope he gets to do something exciting or important soon…. Tanaka strike is TEASING ME by putting him in so many recent official arts but then NOT IN THE ACTUAL STORY. WHYYYY. (well we do see Sakuya in a recent bonus chapter so….)

I HOPE THAT MEANS STRIKE PLANS TO INCLUDE HIM AGAIN SOON. I’ll take it as foreshadowing *sobs* Strike obviously hasn’t forgotten about him….so JUST waiting and watching now.

Waiting and watching….

Sorry, that got so angsty above I wanted this post to be positive too.. So here are good/fun things I like about him:

  • Even though he character design absolutely baffles me(yes I mean the hair) I gotta say I really love it~ His hair is really something original that’s for sure. HA. His design also helped immediately catch my attention to him also I may have a bit of a “stripes bias” ahaha I own A LOT of stripe shirts myself lol always have and always will.
  • He owns a lot of pink accessories and wears pink a lot too! LET. BOYS. WEAR. PINK. YES. YOU. GO. MY. BOY.  He rocks it fight me.
  • He’s cool and I’m kinda curious on what his subclass ability is. If there is even one for him. Weapons seem to be his specialty. (F.E knives, chainsaw(which I am still trying to figure out how magically pulled out in AN ELEVATOR!?! And can make a sword outta blood apparently.

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 But I don’t really trust the animes canon….) Also his little black strap things have a function??? THEY ARE ALIVE. WHAT

  • Look how happy Mahiru makes him. His smile is precious. He loves his friend so much I cry. I want them to be together and be friends again.

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  • All the Tsubaki and Sakuya shenanigans make me laugh. One minute he’s crying to Mahiru “please don’t kill him” and the next you’re trying to put the guy into a fox trap. What even boi.
  • Has the best “yandere” expressions.
  • HE PRETTY STRONG and has great potential to be truly terrifying and useful. UNLEASH THAT POTENTIAL YOU GREEN EMO CHILD.
  • Another random thought I had was what would have things been like if Mahiru did choose to tell Sakuya about Kuro in the beginning like he originally planned? Might’ve still gone down the same way. But who knows?
  • (I could keep going tbh)


Thank you for asking Aviiiii~ <3

Sir Hugsalot

This one’s for Precious, @saved-by-the-notepad​, because she she deserves a lot of hugs and a Hugsalot of her own <3

Monsoon was a neutral season in the Avengers Tower. While summer meant hogging the pools and cribbing about sunburns, fall meant Natasha glaring at anyone talking about Halloween (Clint simply said Budapest, like that explained all of Natasha’s quirks), and spring was Thor’s paradise while the others watched out for Loki. Winter, by unspoken agreement, was nobody’s favorite.

But monsoon, that was the neutral zone. There was no rule during monsoon, except for Clint’s rules because an unleashed and unrestricted Clint was always a danger to the constantly bleak Avengers PR. Other than those, there were no rules and no set traditions that came to be. It was a quiet season, one where even the loudest ruckus was always tinged by a subdued air. There was no rhyme or reason to it, but Tony always reckoned that it was the rain that brought it. Rain was always moody to the genius; it always flitted between being playful and alive, and morose and stoic. Tony often caught Steve or Thor gazing at the windows, watching a lone raindrop trickle down. Like they were watching some invisible reflection cry.

It was a neutral zone, but not one that Tony always felt comfortable about. He knew his team well enough, despite what a suspicious Hill said, to say that they were all sad creatures wrapped in manic energy and insane power. They weren’t happy by nature, no matter what people saw in a boisterous Thor or a cheeky Clint. Or maybe they were and the job sucked that out of him. He didn’t really know. All he knew was that they had enough of rain dampening their moods on a general range.

He knew that. He also knew that it wasn’t something changeable. But it never sat well with him, as he watched them brood openly - the way he did in hiding in his workshop. 

This irk was fine as it was, if Tony’s itch for some madness hadn’t combined with it one dark evening. He had been watching Steve surreptitiously, as one does when hoping to avoid being caught red handed by the greatest crush of one’s life. The supersoldier had been gazing listlessly at the window, a sketchbook in hand and lost expression on his face. Steve’s sketches reflected his moods, Tony knew that. He also knew that at the moment, Steve’s sketches would be the personification of melancholy. 

It had been sheer dumb luck, as he would explain to Rhodey later, that Natasha and Bruce had been watching Big Hero 6 at that time. Natasha had a strange affection to animation and Bruce was the only one who never acted weird about it, so it was a routine between them to watch an animated movie on the quiet nights. 

“ Hairy baby! Hairy baaaby!”, a lilting robotic voice drew his attention to the large screen and Tony watched as a loopy Baymax petting a grumpy but purring cat with an adoring expression.

“Health care, your pers… personal Baymax companion..” the adorably drunk sounding big balloon of fluff reminded Hiro and…

Tony sat up straight and felt a lightening zing in his brain. His mind raced through the concept and its implications. A personal care provider, he thought with growing excitement. A walking marshmallow who could do the things that Tony knew his team needed but couldn’t do for them himself. The hugging and the caring and the comforting…

“Yess,” Tony hissed in excitement and raised an eyebrow when both Bruce and Natasha shushed him without looking back from their spot. Scrambling to his feet and mind already working over the idea, Tony shot one last look at a somber looking Steve and shot out of the floor with his workshop in mind.

He was going to make monsoon happy goddammit, even if he had to engineer a Disney character modification for it.


“It’s Big Foot,” Sam said after an hour of observing Tony’s masterpiece. Tony’s eye twitched and he suppressed the urge to pour his smoothie down Sam’s head with great restraint. Great restraint.

“It’s not Big Foot,” Tony said in what he thought was a perfectly reasonable tone but Sam’s raised eyebrow hinted that it wasn’t coming out too well, “It’s a StarkPal. A companion with the highest emotional, physical, and mental health care giving capability.”

“It still looks like Big Foot,” Sam shrugged and Tony shot an unrepentant Rhodey a glare from his stool for inflicting this one him. When he had asked Rhodey to come by to see his latest invention, he had not expected him to bring his new boyfriend and Tony’s not-so-secret-secret-friend-and-teammate with him. In an attempt to play civil, Tony had asked Sam for his opinion on the invention.

Biggest mistake of his life in the past three days.

“It looks non threatening,” Tony retorted and Sam shot him a wry look.

“It has an armor. It’s literally wearing an armor,” he pointed as the seven foot tall bot that had a golden armor. Thankfully, it wasn’t metal and seemed more like padding than anything else.

“It looks majestic,” Tony hissed, because he had a thing for armors. Surprising to no one.

“It looks like a Yeti who just got knighted,” Rhodey offered from the workshop couch and Tony really, truly hoped that his best friend would be bitten by that missing bug that Tony forgot to take out last week,

“It’s not…it’s a care companion!” Tony gestured towards the white and gold bot with large blue eyes. That was totally not inspired from any supersoldier.

“I’m not saying it’s not cool,” Sam said with a small grin and hopped up to circle around the bot with sharp eyes, “It’s pretty cool. And sure, the idea is pretty awesome, even if you got it from Disney.”

“They totally got Hiro from me,” Tony countered and Sam raised his hands in mock surrender even though his eyes were warm and laughing.

“Sure, man,” he nodded and looked back over his shoulder at Rhodey, “So, what are we calling Tony’s latest love gift for Steve?”

“It’s NOT a -” Tony bit out with widened eyes but Rhodey spoke over him.

“Dunno,” Rhodey looked thoughtful, “It looks very Arthurian. Should have an appropriate name.”

“Hmm,” Sam hummed, “Kinda like a knight?”

“Yeah,” Rhodey nodded and looked at Tony, “Any suggestions, lover boy?”

Tony ignored the lover boy comment and tilted his head at the bot which was now scanning the three occupants of the place.


“Meh,” Sam wrinkled his nose.

“Lancelot?” Rhodey suggested and the others made unimpressed faces.


“No magic,” Tony quipped and remembered the last time magic brought them trouble. Steve was super mad at him that time, for endangering himself and -

“You seem sad,” the bot spoke up and Tony saw Sam jump a bit while Rhodey blinked.


“My scans and calculations indicate that you are experiencing an emotion,” the bot explained, gazing calmly at Tony, “It says in my database that the emotion is sadness.”

“Um,” Tony cleared his throat and carefully did not look at the others, “No, I’m -”

“My solutions include a variety of activities and dietary implements, along with conversation with your preferred humans. Or me,” the bot continued, “The first on my list of activities seem to be hugging.”

“Oh no, no , no -” Tony was cut off when the knight-bot stepped forward and carefully embraced him in a warm hug.

“There, there,” the bot cooed and patted the genius on his head while gently swaying with him in its arms. 

“Oh my god,” Sam whispered in an awed tone and Tony tried to get out of the hug but it just…felt…good.

“I think,” Rhodey said after a minute, in his smug tone, “we have a name.”

Tony just knew that his magnificent invention was doomed to have the cheesiest name in history.


“Meet Sir Hugsalot”

Hugsalot waved in a half circular hand motion and then did it again when Clint waved back with an amused expression.

“Is this…what is this?” Bruce asked as he took in the seven foot armored marshmallow like bot, “Is this your version of Baymax?”

“It’s an improved version of Baymax,” Tony corrected as though offended and Bruce shared a quick look with Natasha, “This is a StarkPal. Fully functional, real, and marketable.”

“Wait, you’re selling robot friends now?” Clint asked with a choked laugh as he observed Hugsalot with curious eyes.

“Not…yet,” Tony hedged before continuing, “This is a prototype, and I thought, who better to test on than my favorite pigs?”

“We’re you favorite?” Natasha asked deadpanned and Tony winked at her like the completely reckless man he was.

“My favorite guinea pigs,” Tony corrected and moved a bit when Thor came forward to poke at Hugsalot.

“Hello, Sir Hugsalot,” Thor boomed and extended an arm to the bot, “It is an honor to meet you.”

“Hello, Thor,” Hugsalot replied in a voice that Tony thought sounded a bit like Leonard Nimoy, “I must complement you on your attire today. You look resplendent in this shade of red.”

“You taught it to flirt?” Natasha raised an eyebrow at Tony but Thor simply laughed with joy, always liking it when somebody complemented him.

“Tony, he is a great companion indeed!” Thor turned to Tony and clapped him on the back before turning to Hugsalot.

“Well, this is going to be entertaining,” Clint commented and Tony noticed that Steve had been the only one to stay silent through the entire demonstration, noting the supersoldier watching the bot with an unreadable expression.


Hugsalot, or Hugsie as Clint shortened it, was a hit among the Avengers. It was almost creepy if you thought about it but he had become a faster friend to them than any human had.

He would quietly help Bruce with his balcony garden, talking in soft tones about the latest opera music Bruce was listening to. He would gently provide foot massages and hum lullabies to Natasha as they huddled on the couch. He would help Clint do target practice and would never flinch when Clint tried the cliched apple trick on him. With Thor he would listen endlessly to the numerous battle stories and sometimes laments of romance, always offering warm hugs by the end.

But it was Steve that piqued Tony’s curiosity. Hugsalot simply sat with Steve and did nothing. They would sit together on the roof, Steve sketching the sunset and Hugsie staying quiet beside him. They would spend hours in Steve’s suite, where Steve drew Hugsie on canvas and the bot patiently stayed the perfect muse. Steve never really DID anything with Hugsie. He would never ask for hugs or accept them when offered. He was always polite, always kind with the bot, but he never interacted with it the way Tony had intended for.

And Steve still sat by the window, watching raindrops trickle down the glass.

It ate away at Tony for three weeks, making him feel disappointed with himself and dejected at Steve’s unchanged sadness. He felt incompetent. It was the worst feeling he could feel.

Finally, after three weeks, he lost his patience and cornered Steve in the gym.

“So, you don’t like him?”

Steve looked up from the bag he was decimating and then continued with his boxing.


“Hugsalot,” Tony gestured impatiently in the air, “You don’t like him?”

“I never said that,” Steve replied calmly and screw it, Tony never liked calm all that much anyway. He neatly steps between Steve and the bag and raises an eyebrow at the fist that almost hits him. Almost.

“Really?” Steve asked, panting with adrenaline and eyes a stormy azure, narrowing slightly at Tony’s action, “Really, Tony?”

“You wouldn’t hit me,” Tony dismissed the idea with a flick of his hand and stared up at Steve, “Important point is that you don’t like Hugsalot. Which is weird because he’s programmed to be likeable. Natasha likes him, and she doesn’t like most people.”

“She likes you too,” Steve quipped, moving away with grace as he resigned himself to unwrap his hands.

“Yeah, well I’m incomparable, that’s different,” Tony grinned, “I’m an acquired taste and you guys have acquired me by now.”

“Acquired taste,” Steve repeated and shook his head with a small huff of a chuckle, “Like wasabi.”

“You think that would hurt me, but it won’t,” Tony snorted, “Wasabi is a food of the gods according to Thor.”

“Thor…” Steve started to say and Tony raised an eyebrow with a smirk, daring him to say it, but Steve simply rolled his eyes, “..is right, of course.”

“Of course,” Tony echoes with a slightly softer grin and then turns quiet for a minute, watching as Steve goes about drinking his water.

It aches him with the fervor of a physical wound, the inability to be useful or helpful to this man. This man, who Tony knows has shouldered more burden than anyone should be allowed. This man who can decimate a reinforced punching bag with the same ferocity as the gentleness he uses to brush strokes on a plain canvas. This man who had captured all of Tony’s expectations and rules and thrown them out the window the minute he had met him. 

This man whom Tony was madly in love with, for every reason he could thinks of.

“I don’t - “ Tony began and exhaled in a shuddering breath as he collected his disappointed thoughts even as Steve eyed him blankly, “I don’t know what to do.”

Steve doesn’t speak, patient and quiet in his silence and Tony tries again

“I don’t know how to help,” he spoke miserably, shifting his gaze away from Steve and glaring at the floor, “How to fix anything. I don’t know…emotions. They’re too, they’re too hooded for me. I’m not an onion guy, Steve and emotions and feelings, they’re like onions. You have to peel back layer after layer. Sometimes people even wonder if I have any. Emotions, I mean, not onions. But I’ve made enough people cry so I’m guessing I do.”

He took a stuttering breath and continued, looking up but not meeting Steve’s eyes completely.

“Monsoons are neutral for us,” he said and he knew he was blabbering, knew he wouldn’t make sense but he had to get it out, “I mean, we don’t have anything against the rains. It rains, it becomes cloudy, we shrug and move on. We don’t really do anything during monsoons, not here. We’re not…we’re not monsoon people.”

“But,” he drags a hand through his hair and laughs weakly, “it does rain. And it screws up our lives sometimes, that wet blanket. It’s not something we see all that well, because we think, oh if I stay inside and don’t go out, I won’t be drenched. The rain won’t affect me. But it still does, because it always does. It’s stupid and it’s pointless and it doesn’t have any logic but it does. Like a lone raindrop on a window pane, it drags us down.”

Pulling on all of his reserves in courage, Tony looked at Steve, actually looked at him and spoke.

“The thing though,” he said, “the thing to remember though, Cap, is that it’s just one of the seasons. And it can’t rain forever.”

“Tony -” Steve’s eyes are bright, too bright, too wide and Tony has never been able to resist them, even for his stupid hugging bots.

“I wanted you to have a friend,” he said, dragging the words out from some dark cavern of his soul, “You have us, yes, but…it doesn’t seem enough. I wanted you to have more. Somebody who wasn’t screwed up and who, for once, didn’t need you to carry their burden or take care of them.”

“I wanted you to have a friend and I created Hugsalot,” Tony said with a shaky, weak grin.

It’s back to silence and Tony has never done well with it. He has always been noise, always been action,but this, this is all Steve. And for this man, Tony would be anything.

“I wanted him to be you,” Steve said after a while, too long a while and Tony’s eyes shot up to meet the azure ones that haunted his dreams and made them too.

“What?” he croaked out and Steve let out a small, shaky grin.

“You made me another me, Tony,” he said and Tony - he was gobsmacked. He simply stared at Steve and felt all the silenced thoughts crashing back on him. The eyes, the personality, the warmth of hugs, the idea of a golden armor to protect the bot, the mannerisms. God, he had created his own Steve.

“I wanted him to be you,” Steve said again and Tony was lost, he was always lost when it came to Steve.

“That’s…that’s a bad idea,” Tony chuckled wetly because what were they discussing anymore. What were they talking about?

“Always liked bad ideas,” Steve shrugged, an easy grin on his face, as though his eyes weren’t shining and his face wasn’t brightening, “Did everything good based on bad ideas.”

“I’m not good at,” Tony waved his hand a bit, “caring.”

“I disagree,” Steve said and tilted his head with a fond expression.

“Or being a friend.”

“Definitely disagree,” Steve chuckled and Tony felt an ache settle, calm down in him.

“Or hugging”

“That,” Steve quipped and finally, finally took a step forward, coming closer to Tony and staring back at him with the fondest expression, “remains a theory to be tested.”

“Yeah?” Tony was definitely not sounding choked but Steve simply nodded, a fringe of blonde hair falling onto his forehead.

“Yeah, and you said something about us being your favorite guinea pigs,” Steve replied and opened his arms with a cheeky expression that had Tony choking out a laugh.

“Guinea pig,” Tony muttered and stumbled forward, unbalanced and yet more steady than ever as he steps up and into a pair of arms that…

…that feel warmer and better than any Hugsalot could ever be.

Steve hummed and tightened his hold lightly, breathing in when TOny snuggled closer into Steve’s chest, burying his face into the man’s chest.

“See?” Steve whispered into Tony’s hair, soft and easy and almost happy, “theory disproved. You’re great at hugging.”

Tony let out a sound, something embarrassing he’s sure, but he didn’t let go and stayed, wrapping his arms tighter around Steve’s waist.

For this man, he would disprove every theory they knew.


Hugsie still lives with the ragtag group of seasonal superheroes who turn out to actually be perennial monsoon people. They’re all a bit damp, a bit of wet blankets, and definitely lone raindrops down window panes. But they also stick around for the clouds to clear and the rainbow that comes out after that.

Well, as Clint says, it’s as good as being hugged by your personal hugging pal.

I hope that this didn’t turn out to be an absolute mess. Lots of love, Precious darling <3 Hope you have a better week ahead :D

anonymous asked:

Crazyanime3 do you recommend servamp? Should I watch it? Yes, I am looking for your biased opinion lol please and thank you

HELL YES I RECOMMEND YOU WATCH IT AND I RECOMMEND THE MANGA TWICE AS MUCH TOO(it has a lot more to it tbh) It’s probably one of my most favorite vampire series! (I say this cause I starting reading “The Case Study of Vanitas” and I like that so far too)

Okay hold I am gonna end up writing a bit of an essay here. THANK YOU GOD IT’S THE WEEKEND LOL. (I want all the support for a season 2 after all)


I will try my best to tell you a bit about the all character groups(its faster this way…) and what I like about them without spoiling too much since you are looking to possibly read or watch it. There are a lot of them. 

So Servamp has these 7 main deadly “Servamps”(and their “eves” who I will talk about in a sec), reason there are seven of them is because they are they are the seven deadly sins, plus the 8th Servamp who’s their youngest “brother” and he wants to kill them all and their eves. (try and guess who’s that one lol) What a lovely family pffffttt, they should really talk about their problems together….

They are called Servamps cause they are “servant vampires” to humans, their eves and basically just do whatever their eve says… well if you “use them correctly?”

and here’s their “birth order??”, more like “creation order” I guess you could say….

  1. Sleepy Ash of Sloth
  2. Old Child of Pride
  3. Doubt Doubt of Envy
  4. The Mother of Wrath
  5. Lawless of Greed
  6. World End of Gluttony 
  7. All of Love of Lust 

and the bonus sin, I mean sibling

8. Who is Coming of Melancholy (don’t forget him or you die, literally) 

and some things I love about them all as whole:

  • Despite their “physical appearances” they consider each other “younger” and “older” even though the “oldest” one, Kuro is like physically 18 but his psychotic youngest brother, Tsubaki is physically 21. This just amuses me. Basically “I was a vampire longer than you so technically I am much much older than you” by like a century or so. I dunno. 
  • They don’t constantly thirst for blood, cause they can eat human food too. Some even prefer it. Blood is more like a “power up” for them when they fight with their eve.
  • They consider each family, even though they don’t all get along necessarily. (like legit say “big brother” and “baby brother” omg) 
  • You know how in old fashioned vampire stories, vampires can turn into bats? In Servamp they all have DIFFERENT animal forms and they are all pretty cute too. One of the Servamps is a bat actually, but that’s cause he is old fashioned. We got a cat, snake, wolf, hedgehog, pig, butterfly and a fox.  I guess, it’s kinda what also lures you into making a contract with them…hehe)
  • There’s only 1 female BUT SHE ISN’T LUST. She’s Wrath and SHE’S COOL AND NOT USED FOR FAN SERVICE AT ALL. Also the sin of Lust is a guy named Snow Lily and he’s actually a really sweet guy. (he might make you cry if you read volume 4, cause I did ;__;)  
  • mixed personalities. ALL OF THEM, some get along some others not so much. Some may try to fight the other… 
  • Will die for their eve. 

okay there’s a lot I could say about them but I am trying so hard to be VAGUE. AHHH

and we have our main human characters the Servamps “eves” or masters 

There are only of a few of them though cause not all the Servamp have one(or not revealed yet) if you watch or read Servamp you’d know why some don’t currently have one. 

  • Like the sevamps all have mixed personalities and they all have different viewpoints/opinions about vampires.
  • two of them are related, try and guess which two, I dare you.
  • Almost all the eves are basically their servamps polar opposite. It’s amazing how some pairs manage to work together. (For example Sloth Pair, is duo of a hardworking guy who wants to save everyone, and then there’s his Servamp of Sloth who could maybe care less…or does he? :0)
  • One of them is a TOTAL MOM friend. They even call him “mom” in a drama CD. ITS CANON.
  • They are not all the same age, but some close in age. They are 14, 15, 16, 18 AND THEN 23. Yeah, try and pin an age to each haha, You might’ve never guessed for some)
  • One is a famous.
  • they all get weapons and abilities from the Servamp contracts. They are all pretty and unique, and strange even.
  • all have a different kind of relationship with their Servamp, you will love them all tbh.

danggit the last pic is so tiny whhaaa. 

and last major group of characters I am gonna talk about is the subclass vampires. These are the more lower level vampires created by Servamps. Subclass are originally humans who the Servamps saved. A dying human drinks Servamp blood and becomes a vampire and follows the Servamp(and eve) around basically and does what they say. “Extra servants”, I suppose? But some of the Servamps considered their subclass, “friends” or “FAMILY” ahhh it makes me cry. ;w;

I would make points about the subclass too but there are A LOT OF THEM and they are more diverse, And the “Melancholy Team” in the first image is pretty much the main subclass group who see since they work with the “big bad” of the series. 

SO YEAH. PLENTY OF REASONS TO WATCH SERVAMP. But a few things about the anime adaption:

  • They cut out quite a bit of the “lesser” characters in the anime, so some characters you will only get see in the manga, or only a little a bit of in the anime and WAY MORE in the manga. But the anime also doesn’t reach a certain point for us to see some characters. (there’s a chance for S2 though so maybe we will??)

some examples:

  • We don’t get to see everyone’s character developments. Some only seen or learned more about in the manga. Or the some of the development between characters is kinda done differently in the anime version. 
  • Animes always do this, but they do cut out some dialogue, scenes, AND ONE ENTIRE ARC and some things do happen earlier than they are supposed too. 
  • They leave out some funny parts of it too, which is boo…. :p
  • The anime’s ending is a little…. weird. You have to see it for yourself. :| 
  • the pacing is a bit fast.
  • some moments are moved around in the anime too. Still happen but in a different spot.

BUT!!! THE ANIME IS STILL ENJOYABLE. A lot of things ARE still the same and you will still be able to understand the story and everything else. 

- You still get most backstories
- You will definitely end up with a fave Servamp/Eve pair(and I don’t mean ships necessarily) 

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You will laugh and maybe cry. 

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okay I am done babbling it’s almost 12 a.m. CA3 IS OUT. 

Muggle Studies (Fred x Reader)

Request by: @tammigrier

Prompt: You’re Draco’s older hufflepuff sister and Fred Weasley has a huge crush on you but is afraid that you wouldn’t feel the same way considering the Malfoy’s view on the Weasleys. Needless to say, this all changes when you meet in muggle studies.

also, I listened to this song while writing

        The hall was absolutely filled with people as you tried to move past them to go to your next class. Luckily, people knew you as the infamous “Malfoy’s Sister” so people gladly moved for you. God, you hated how that name sounded, it left a bad taste in your mouth. You’re nothing like your stuck up little d-

“I’m sorry!” a ginger boy in your year, presumably a Weasley, stammered as he accidentally ran into you.

“Oh no it’s not a problem, really!” You said reassuringly with a smile.

You looked at his tie, gryffindor, definitely a Weasley.

He looked confused as to why you were treating him so nicely.

“Where you heading?” He asked trying to fill up the awkward silence that was obviously building up.

“Muggle Studies!” You responded.

“Oh..me too!” he smiled.

Needless to say, you walked to class together.

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Afternoon Gifts (Babyfic)

For starter’s, I decided to post this now because it’s growing larger than I want to wait for. Also this is a “Fuck you the ten year time skip never happened and no bodies fuckin’ dead” AU! Featuring SunPrince Prompto and MoonPrince Noctis (because I love them and they get to be gay married okay)

Noctis sucks in a breath, staring at the floor, his hand still on the doorknob as he tries to find the words he’s about to need.

How the fuck…his dad might’ve managed to ask the impossible in having Noctis deliver the news.

Next time, he’s definitely just going to make sure Prompto comes with him to a “one-on-one” with the King. After all, Prompto’s a Prince now too and more than capable of handling the job.

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BTS Reaction to Them Saying “I’ll Love You Forever” But You Don’t Believe Them

A/N: Gifs are not mine and all credit goes to the original owners!

Jin: You and Jin would be in the kitchen, just idly chatting as the two of you cooked together, enjoying the smells of the food and the presence of each other. Jin would hug you from behind as the two of you waited for the food to finish cooking, kissing the nape of your neck gently.

“Jagiya, I’ll love you forever.” he’d say airily. Jin would feel you stiffen in his arms at those words and he’d suddenly become nervous; did he say something wrong?

“Jin, don’t make promises you can’t keep.” you’d say jokingly, trying to alleviate the tense atmosphere you knew you created. Jin would pause for a moment before tightening his hold on you.

“Whoever ruined those words for you should be ashamed of themselves. I know it may seem impossible now, but in my heart I know that you’re the only one I want to love. I promise, jagiya, I’ll love you forever even after the day I die. And that’s a promise that will never be broken.”

Suga: It would just be one of those days. One of those dark, rainy days where the two of you would waste the day away sleeping and cuddling together in bed. He’d run his fingers through your hair delicately, repeatedly placing soft kisses on your cheeks and forehead when the words came tumbling from his lips in a soft mumble.

“Babe, I love you. I want to love you like this forever.” he’d hear you sigh and he’d slowly open his eyes to see your saddened expression.

“That’s what they all say.” you’d mumble back to him, causing his hold on you to tighten.

“Are you doubting my love for you, Y/N?” his voice was laced with pain and vulnerability, afraid you didn’t want to have the relationship he wanted.

“No! No, Yoongi of course not.” you said hurriedly, trying to get him to understand, “I know you love me and I love you so so much. I guess…the melancholy day had me kinda down and that’s why I said that.” Yoongi would sigh in relief and place a teasing kiss on your lips.

“Don’t scare me like that babe, otherwise I’ll just have to show you with my body how much I love you.”

J-Hope: J-Hope would be the one to tell you that he’ll love you forever in the spur of the moment. He’d probably say it during a tickle fight or when he’s spinning you around in circles like the goof he is.

“Y/N, promise me you’ll always love me forever? I’ll love you forever in return~” he’d offer, a cheesy grin on his face.

“That’s a hefty deal Hobi, are you sure you could handle it?” you’d tease him. He would pout and pucker his lips mockingly at you.

“With you by my side, of course I would. Now come here and give me a kiss baby~”

Rap Monster: Namjoon was frustrated, and you both knew it. As you watched him crumple paper after paper of lyrics and beats into the trash, you became distracted from your reading and instead chose to watch him at the desk on the other side of your room. When he slammed his hands on the desk out of frustration, you jumped out of shock from your place on the bed. You watched him run his hands through his hair and place his head in his hands, and you knew the stress and frustration was eating at him. You carefully untangled yourself from the blankets and walked towards him. You’d hug him, resting your cheek against the broad expanse of his shoulder as your arms wrapped themselves around his torso. He’d physically relax at your touch, sighing and releasing the tension in his muscles.

“Y/N, thank you,” he’d turn around to face you, removing your arms from around him only to pull you into his lap. “I love you Y/N, my precious girl. I’m gonna love you forever, y'know that? You’re the only one that can make me relax so easily, and you’re the only one that I’ve ever loved this much before.”

You’d stare at him at a loss for words, having a hard time comprehending where all this was coming from.

“But Namjoon-.”

“No ‘buts’ Y/N, I love you. And nothing is going to change that.”

Jimin: Jimin, this cheesy, romantic fucker. He’d confess his undying love to you in such a corny way. It’d be late at night and he would be guiding you through a secluded park, giggling occasionally out of excitement and nerves.

“Jiminie, as much as I love your surprises, can’t you just tell me what’s going on?” Jimin would 'tsk’ at you and ruffle your hair with his free hand.

“C'mon Y/N, we’re almost there.” he’d smile, ignoring your question.

You’d sigh and smile slightly anyways at his cuteness. When you both finally walked through a hidden stone archway covered in vines, you gasped. Thousands upon thousands of candles were laid out on the ground of this hidden meadow. They formed the shape of a heart and in the middle of the heart was a picnic set up for two. Jimin hugged you from behind and he felt pride swell up in his chest at his work.

“So?” he questioned.

“Jimin, it’s beautiful. But, why?” you’d ask him as you turned around in his arms to face him. Jimin pouted.

“What? Can’t I do something special for the one person I’m going to love forever?” you’d blank at his words, making Jimin suddenly panic.

“Y-Y/N?” he’d ask if you were okay, gently running his cute little hands over your cheeks.

“Forever Jimin? Don’t you think that’s a bit much?” you’d finally speak, making Jimin halt his actions.

“What? No? I-I don’t think so, because I-I don’t want to love anyone else. Do you not b-believe me?” he’d stutter.

“It’s just so serious to say Jimin.” you’d try and explain.

“But I know what my heart says is true Y/N, I will love you for as long as the Sun burns in the sky. Please know that is the truth.”

V: Tae would be humming softly to himself as he scrolled aimlessly through his phone, waiting for you to come home from work. When he heard the door open and close he hopped up from his seat on the couch and practically ran to great you with a large smile on his face. He missed you so much today and he really just wanted to cuddle and talk with you.

“Jagi!!!” he’d yell, wrapping his arms around you tightly, not even waiting for you to kick off your shoes.

“Taehyung, please, let go.” Taehyung would be taken aback at your depressed tone and would let go of you instantly. His heart would break when he saw how tired you looked, how your makeup was smudged and how the life was drained out of you.

“Jagiya, are you okay? What happened?” Taehyung asked as you took off your coat and kicked off your shoes.

You just shook your head and walked to your room, going to change out of your work clothes. Taehyung trailed behind you like a curious puppy, wondering what was up with you. He heard you sigh as you unbuttoned your shirt; he looked away as you changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants.

“Tae.” you mumbled. He looked up at you instantly at the sound of his name.

Tears welled up in your eyes and Taehyung instantly was beside you. He took you into his arms and sat you both down on the bed, rubbing your back and humming to you softly as you cried it out.
“Shh shh, Y/N. It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m here jagi, and I love you so much, I’ll always be here for you. I promise, I’ll love you forever.” Taehyung whispered, tightening his hold on you.

“Y-You really mean it Tae?” you asked, and Taehyung placed a chaste kiss on your lips that made any doubts you had slip away.

“Of course Y/N, I love you so much. It’ll take a lot for you to get rid of me.”

Jungkook: Jungkook would be really hurt when you would question his statement of loving you forever.

“Y/N, why don’t you believe me?! Is it because I’m so young? Is that it? Do you think I don’t know what true love is? Well I do jagiya, and I feel it everyday when I wake up and see you laying next to me, when I hug you and when I kiss your lips, I feel true love with you everyday. And for you to question that love I feel for you…it hurts so much Y/N you don’t understand. You have to believe me and you have to trust me when I say that I’ll love you forever, because I don’t think I’ll ever feel like this with any other girl. I don’t want to think about losing you because of this, so please, baby, please believe me. I love you so much.”

rdshepard  asked:

There's something I noticed when I was re-watching season 5, in the episode where Lucifer kills all the pagan gods. Sam says "its him" - even though everyone seems unaware - even Kali says "how?" Like did Sam sense Lucifer? Can Sam feel Lucifer's presence? Idk I have questions my dude

 Ah, these delicate little moments mean so very much to me. I really loved the way they kept that subtle “bond” between Sam and Lucifer for the entirety of S5. The moment he was freed, you see the way it just sort of hits Sam, and it shows itself again when Lucifer manages to find and reach out to Sam, even if it can’t be in a physical sense. 

They are definitely on a different wavelength than everyone else, and I certainly get the feeling, quite a few times, that Lucifer just knows that Sam feels the bond between them as strongly as he does. When he speaks to him, there is always this underlying feeling of melancholy - like he’s so desperate for Sam to just acknowledge that he already knows everything he pretends to not understand. For example, saying things such as “You know I’d never hurt you,” and “You of all people should understand,” those little things always stuck out to me as quiet pleas for acceptance of this thing they share. 

I really wish they’d kept that little nuance of their relationship around in the newer seasons, but - ya know, the writers just happened to forget about their whole M.F.E.O. status. Even so - that connection was solid, man, and we have all the proof we need that they are two halves made whole. 

{”True Love,” Dean. The answer we were looking for was “True Love.”😈}

Beauty and the Beast 2017: My Thoughts on the Title Characters

I have so many thoughts on this movie that I couldn’t smash all of them into one succinct review, so I’m going to compartmentalize a bit. This is just what I thought of Belle and the Beast and their relationship.

These are my initial thoughts after seeing it once, and as I have more time for everything to sink in, and to see it a second time, I may have more/different thoughts. Spoilers, so don’t read under the cut if you haven’t seen it yet!

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3 Times He Wanted to Kiss You, 1 Time He Did

3 times Peter Parker wanted to kiss you, and 1 time he did


One Time: You’ve been training for hours, trying to nail your high end swing landing. It’s surprising how often you find yourself jumping from rooftops and apartments windows, and if you can’t stick the landing just right your legs could shatter under the rush of pressure. You make a low frustrated scream from the back of your throat, angry that you’ve landed wrong against the practice mats for the hundredth time, crashing to your knees. “You alright y/n?” Peter’s voice laughs from above as he rolls onto the floor beside you. You let yourself fall onto your side, coming face to face with Peter’s bright round eyes. He can’t help but smile at your pouting face. Your breathing is hard, making your chest move up and down quickly. He’s always thought you were the prettiest when you trained. Sweat makes loose strands of hair stick to your forehead, your face constantly flushed and glowing. You give him a sad smile as he moves a loose strand of hair away from your eyes. “You’re doing really good.” he says lamely, cursing himself for not saying something flirtatious in that perfect moment. You are painfully oblivious to the crush Peter has on you, much to the rest of the team’s amusement, as they constantly like to remind him of his embarrassingly obvious fondness of you. “No I’m not alright Peter.” you sigh, your bare feet accidentally meeting his as you absentmindedly swing them. “Can I ask you something?” you whisper, your voice so low he has to lean in to hear you. Your mouth is so close now he can smell lemony fresh Gatorade on your breath. “Anything.” he answers quickly, hands trembling from nerves. “What…what if I’m not good enough? What if I never stick this landing and I need to jump from a rooftop to save someone and I can’t because I can’t stick this goddamn landing!” And in that moment, your eyes wide in melancholy fear, more than anything in the world, Peter wants to wrap his arms around you protectively and make sure you know how much you mean to him. He wants to to kiss you. But his own fears take over, so he doesn’t. 

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sasuhinasno1fan  asked:

Not sure of you answered this already, but if one person is feeling down, how do the others cheer him up? Also, thanks for the reblog

you’re welcome! <3 also, hmmm, here’s my comfort headcanons:


  • keith cheers him up one of two ways, depending on what specific kinda “down” shiro is feeling. if it’s just a general but constant sadness/melancholy, shiro likes quiet comfort. keith will lay down and cuddle with him, press kisses to his forehead, synch their breathing. if it’s more of an on-edge, anxious, i-Need-to-be-doing-More kinda down, keith will spar with him. it’s a good distraction, plus it makes shiro feel like he’s doing something useful.
  • lance cheers shiro up mainly in two ways as well. honestly? just being his usual self bit a bit More (bigger smiles, louder singing, cheesier puns) helps shiro a lot most times. lance’s love, and humor, and sensitivity, and overflowing humanity makes shiro feel grounded. reminds him that he’s still shiro and not the champion. that he can joke around and laugh too, despite everything. the second way? massages. lance gives the Best massages, and they help shiro relax and release tons of built up tension.


  • shiro and keith have very similar methods for comforting the other when their down. quiet company and sparring are two methods good for distracting and comforting and eventually cheering up keith. keith takes a bit longer to be brought out of a Mood than shiro does though. back on earth, shiro’s go to method for comforting and cheering up keith was to pop in a star wars movie and eat ice cream, but they can’t really do that at the castle. rip.
  • in lance’s experience, the number one way to get keith to relax is to lay on him and play with his hair. shiro is a but too heavy to employ this particular method, but lance is just right. after keith is more mellow, lance will usually distract him with bad jokes and/or playful teasing. usually, the teasing will end with lance blowing a raspberry on keith’s tum which makes keith shriek and lance laugh and lance’s laugh is infectious tbh, so even though keith is now chasing him around with a pillow they’re both laughing and smiling. also.


  • lance has two modes when he’s down: extra clingy and needy or extra snippy and distant. no in-between really. for the first mode, as usual, cuddles and coddling are the best method to get lance to relax and feel better in general. for the second mode, keith has found that it’s easiest to draw out lance in a way that makes him feel like it’s on his own terms. “ah, well, looks like i’ll just have to beat your score on the simulator since you won’t be there to defend it…” “excuse me, pretty boy?” (just cause they’re madly in love doesn’t mean they don’t still have a healthy sense of competitiveness). once he’s out and about and distracted, it’s easy enough to cheer him up again tbh.
  • shiro knows one thing that cheers lance up is to talk about earth. especially his family. at the very start it’s more of a melancholy thing for the both of them, but it actually usually ends with something silly like “and then beni replaced ALL of neo’s hair gel with glue” or “when i was a cadet, there was a theory that iverson could smell Fear…” “…i believe it”. shiro is also not-so-secretly a big lame memelord like lance, so if lance isn’t like super down and is just a bit down, he’ll start a joke war with lance. everything from puns, to inside jokes, to memes, to seeing who can quote more of the princess bride before forgetting a line


  • honestly? the number one, hands down way, they all help each other cheer up and feel comforted is to just talk.
  • if any of them sense that the other(s) are down, they’ll just ask what’s wrong. if it’s a specific thing that’s bringing them down, they’ll explain. if it can be helped - even a little bit - by words of reassurance or simply by venting, they’re ALWAYS there for each other.
  • if it’s not something that can really be pinpointed or explained, well, see everything i’ve listed above.

★ mod lance ★

My Heart's Stronger With You - Ryuji x Ann

A/N: Ignore the stupid title that I had trouble thinking of and just read the dumb self-indulgent RyuAnn fic ‘kay
P.s Im posting on mobile So this is problematic.

Inokashira park was both peaceful and eerie late at night. With the rustling of leaves filling the silence and rippling black water bearing the dancing reflection of the moon on its surface, making it a relaxing place to be, while the ghostlike absence of people made a chill run down Ryuji’s spine. Or was that just the cool night air?

“So what’s up? Seems kinda shady y'know, you asking me to follow you to some empty park.” He smirked towards the silhouette in front of him. They had their back turned to him, hands clasped behind their back and head turned towards the full moon that was disappearing behind the clouds. The faint light danced silver on her blonde curly hair.

Ann Takamaki turned to face him, her face downcast and melancholy, despite how fierce and determined they had seemed just less than an hour ago, when they had reunited with their leader for the first time after his arrest and revealed their master plan to Boss and Makoto’s sister. Now, those same turquoise eyes showed more fear and worry than anything else.

“I guess, I just couldn’t handle going home and being all by myself for the night…I suppose I wouldn’t really be able to sleep anyway after what happened today either.”

Ryuji could sympathise all too well. He didn’t want to have to go home and face questions from his mom as to why he seemed so stressed out and worried. How does one explain to their mother that they’re secretly public enemy number one, who just barely outsmarted the most powerful man in the country?

“Yeah, I get that. I don’t really wanna face my mom right now either, So thanks for inviting me, I guess.” Ann sat down on the edge of a fence dividing the lake from the pathway and leaned her head on her palm. Ryuji leaned on the fence next to her when she gestured for him to sit down.

“It feels so tense, like we’re already in a life or death battle, and we haven’t even gone into the palace yet.”

“Guess that’s natural though, I mean we are technically hiding an escaped criminal from the police. Not to mention we’re being hunted by them ourselves as we speak. Right now the real world’s just as dangerous for us as the metaverse is.”

Ann waved him off. “I know that, I just…well what’s actually bothering me is what they said on the news earlier. When they announced Akira’s death.” Her companion visibly tensed at that sentence. She almost felt a twinge of self-satisfaction at that. The carefree blonde had claimed he hadn’t been worried at all, but that reaction gave his feelings away. He was just as concerned about Joker as the rest of them were, despite the plan. “When they said he…committed suicide…I felt my heart stop for a minute. I knew what was happening, but my mind kept going back to…to Shiho and…” she was trying hard to blink back tears now. Ryuji just watched in silence, unsure of what to do as she got up from the fence, trying to dry the upcoming tears. He felt the undying need to comfort her, he just didn’t know how.

It was clear throughout the past six months they had spent together, that Ann was trying to get stronger, in every aspect. For Shiho’s sake, and her own as well. Akira had been more involved in helping Ann with her goal, but that didn’t mean Ryuji didn’t get dragged into it too. From helping her train, to going as far as to buy all the magazine issues she made appearances in to support her (Not that he’d ever admit that he did that), the guy had found himself more invested in his childhood friend’s goals than he initially wanted to be. But despite how many times they fought and insulted each other, he couldn’t deny that somewhere along the line, Ann Takamaki had grown into a formidable young woman who was not to be taken lightly. A girl with a strong, but pure heart. Ready to take on anything whether it was powerful shadows or bitchy fashion models.

All of a sudden that strength gave way to her weakness; her intense care for her friends. Did Akira really effect her this much? She really cared about him…

He ignored the pang of envy that sparked in him. Ann was breaking down in front of him and all he wanted to see was that strong-willed woman again.

“I was so scared Ryuji. In just that one moment, I thought I was going to be alone again…I know it’s crazy but I was seriously terrified.” She couldn’t hold back the tears this time. They pricked the sides of her eyes, threatening to fall. Seeing her so broken awoke something in Ryuji.

He didn’t really know what he was doing when he got up and wrapped his arms around her. He didn’t really take notice of her stiffening at his action. And it took a few seconds for him to register her arms snaking around his torso and hugging him back. She buried her face into his chest and sobbed, clutching his jacket tight, but he didn’t complain, he didn’t pull away, he didn’t say anything for a full minute.

“You’re not alone. So stop saying bullshit like that. You’ve got the rest of us too y'know. We ain’t just gonna drop ya just like that. I try not to think too much about it but…I’m afraid too.” She went a little quieter when she heard him say that. “I mean shit, if Niijima-san hadn’t cooperated I would’ve lost my best friend. That kinda low chance of survival doesn’t sit well with me, no matter how many times we deal with it.”

Ann whimpered in his arms but neither of them let go.
“What I’m trying to say is, you’re not gonna be alone, Ann. No matter how bad it gets, you’ve got the others. You’ve got me.”

Godammit he sounded like some stupid gushy manga character saying that.

He felt the hold on him tightening, Ann whispered something that muffled into his shirt, something he only just about heard, and Ryuji almost had a mental shutdown himself.

All of a sudden the touching moment was gone and the American girl shoved a shocked Ryuji a good metre away from her with a fiercely blushing face.

“Wait…WHAT?! What did I just say?!”

“Y-you said you loved me…” his confirmation made her blush even fiercer under the moonlight.

“I…I said that?” She shook her head and clenched her fists, looking up at him sharply. “I-I mean yeah I said it! I really love you!” She was almost shouting now, Ryuji was still in shock. “Like REALLY really! A-and you’re just going to have to deal with it!”

There was a moment between them where neither dared to even breathe, both scarlet-faced and staring at each other, one with an expectant stare and the other in disbelief.

Heh. The pure strength and determination in her heart was back again. Their story was far from over, but as long as the fire in her eyes kept burning, he wouldn’t go down without a fight. That’s all he could think about at the time.

“W-what? Aren’t you going to say anything?”

“Sorry…I’m just kinda having a hard time believin’,” He slowly came back to earth and had to try hard to stop himself from grinning like an idiot “I can’t believe you beat me to the punch like that.” He half expected her to back up or yell out like she usually did, but instead her form relaxed and she smiled at his next words.

“Love you too, you moron.”


It’s not as cute as I wanted it to be dammit. Also I really loved Ann’s confession in-game so I stole it. Please send an ask to me of your thoughts.