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she's almost too hung up on the way he touched her, his fingers reverent as he tucked that wayward curl back into its proper place. in theory, it's something she should be used to. it's the only way he ever touches her: gentle, kind, tender. the kind of compassion one might approach a stray dog with. it makes her feel unsteady, adrift in an unfamiliar sea, feelings she doesn't know how to describe.

but frenchie takes off with the vigor of an olympic track runner, not even giving the subway doors time to slide open for him to walk through like a normal person, and she has to come back to herself quick. she's just a few steps behind him, the thick soles of her boots heavy against the tile.

fucking ridiculous, she thinks. that they hadn't realized the target had been right next to them the whole time; either they're losing their edge or things between them have grown so delicate, bordering on something more than friendly, that it's affecting their job. they'll have to catch this girl to make up for the fact that they'd nearly missed her.

she charges up the escalator, not caring about the people she shoves to the side, about the feet she tramples. they'll catch up, they have to.

what game...?

he is a little lovesick. heartchipped, undoubtedly, a poetically cruel concoction of both; is it his fault that kimiko's hair asks a favor and he must answer? he woos the urge and tugs a smooth curl back over her shoulder. these small acts of service seem to him what makes people people.

screeching awfully, the train juggles them. he falls kimiko into tall girl and tall girl's bangs slip to the side from a fucking stormchaser forehead tattoo. no shame in this godless country—-

frenchie locks eyes.

target.

' connasse! it's her! '

performative bitch.

she's gone before he pushes past another vaguely human sac, not 'minding the gap', jumping like a long-legged animal over someone's vomit. he weaves through bumps of people, uncomfortable with the closeness—

' come ong! '

— up the escalator —

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she can't help the exhale of the laugh that leaves her, breathy, nearly silent. he's a handful to deal with, always has been; anyone else, it might annoy her, but with him, it just feels normal. it feels like she's younger, a glimpse of the kind of life she missed out on, jovial and carefree and innocent.

frenchie disappears beneath the covers, a shifting lump that's kicking her, ungraceful feet knocking into her shins. two broken legs, he'd said. what a silly man he is, she thinks as she watches him under the covers, almost entirely invisible, though the top of his head peeks out, messy mop of dark hair.

for a few long moments, she lays where she is, letting him kick and knee and push her closer to the edge of the mattress. she's content to just smile to herself, sleepily amused at his antics. before long, though, she slips beneath the blankets herself, glad for the warmth, glad for some extra early morning solitude with her favorite person in the world.

he was pushing his luck. frenchie knew that. but sometimes sleep was a hard thing to come by. good sleep, anyway. without the use of aids that he was currently trying to avoid. this morning was just too nice to waste.

sleep was a hard, clinging thing. it weighed him down in blankets and kept him shackled to a mattress and lumpy pillow. kimiko's tried to wake him again. but frenchie's managed to wriggle under that hard exterior of hers and extort another few minutes. part of him wants to fuck off for the day. play a little hookie. stay in bed all day until he doesn't feel quite so fatigued.

he yawns as kimiko slips back into the bed and plants herself in front of him. frenchie cracks an eye open and studies her face for a long moment, face half covered, eyelids heavy. ready to slip back into sleep. she's the one pinning him here now. frenchie tugs the blankets down with a smile so he can watch her hands.

i know i know. and then he says "mon coeur, i have two broken legs, i think. i cannot go." it's a joke. frenchie tugs the blanket back up and attempts to disappear beneath it entirely. perhaps he expected her to come after him. frenchie began the burrowing almost immediately. towards the foot of the bed. five minutes to wake up and not let the welcoming arms of the mattress drag him back.

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surprise i'm alive (no really!) i spend all my time on twitter that i forgot i write on tumblr too LMFAO

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will get to replies today i swear this week just completely kicked my ass?? 😭 but i was revitalized last night because i watched rite here rite now 🙏🏻

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@gingerspiice asked: ❛  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ❜

silence settles over the space, an early morning sun peeking through the windows, a flaxen gold that makes the room glow. kimiko has never been one of those early risers, even if she'd been trained to years ago as an unwilling soldier, but there are important things at hand. information to collect, people to tail, places to be. she'll sacrifice a morning in bed just to get the work out of the way.

but frenchie's firmly tucked into bed, facing away from the door, his mess of downy, brown hair and the side of his head the only part visible to her. she can imagine the way his eyelashes fall against his cheeks, the way his chest rises and falls beneath the blankets, the product of many a night spent sharing a bed. and he's stubborn, even when it comes to her sometimes, and she knows she's not getting him out of bed before he's ready. instead, she hesitates for a moment, weighing her options, and then she slots herself in the small space in front of him, laying above the blankets. a steadfast boundary between them.

she watches as dark eyes crack open at the jostle and she stares back, gaze unwavering. five more minutes, she signs. for real this time. you said that twenty minutes ago too.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑻. 𝑰.

❛  it was wrong of me to assume you're ever gonna change.  ❜ ❛  that's it? it was all just a lie?  ❜ ❛  shame on me for thinking you were a good person.  ❜ ❛  you're gonna pay for what you did to me.  ❜ ❛  you didn't hear a word of what i just said, did you?  ❜ ❛  believe me, you weren't my first choice either.  ❜ ❛  if you've got a problem with the way i handle things, just say so.  ❜ ❛  do you think we're gonna survive this?  ❜ ❛  what's your problem?!  ❜ ❛  will you please slow down a little?  ❜ ❛  i can't believe you would do something like that.  ❜ ❛  did it mean anything to you?  ❜ ❛  i'm never gonna be good enough for you.  ❜ ❛  we were just fooling ourselves this whole time.  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry, i didn't know where else to go.  ❜ ❛  i don't want to argue with you anymore.  ❜ ❛  fine. you were right, and i was wrong. happy now?  ❜ ❛  this day feels like it's never gonna end.  ❜ ❛  i didn't think you'd care so much.  ❜ ❛  this must be like the first time you were nice to me.  ❜ ❛  out of all the people here, why do i have to be stuck with you?  ❜ ❛  do you want to go on a date with me?  ❜ ❛  honestly, i don't think i wanna leave the house today.  ❜ ❛  were you ever planning on telling me about all of this?  ❜ ❛  i wish i had another choice.  ❜ ❛  don't flatter yourself, a fifth-grader could've done this as well.  ❜ ❛  you're the most insufferable person i have ever met.  ❜ ❛  here, you look like you need this more than me right now.  ❜ ❛  oh, just so you know, i don't ever lose this game.  ❜ ❛  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ❜ ❛  alright, is there anything else we have to do before they arrive?  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ ❛  i wish we had more time together.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to leave just yet ... you could stay the night if you wanted to.  ❜ ❛  where are you taking me?  ❜ ❛  trust me, this is the last thing i want to do.  ❜ ❛  i need more time to think about what i want.  ❜ ❛  why didn't you say anything earlier? we could've avoided this whole mess.  ❜ ❛  i don't feel so good, i think i may be getting sick.  ❜ ❛  help me! please!  ❜

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an amused exhale leaves her as she shakes her head, soft strands of dark hair falling into her eyes, finding the sequence of events especially humorous. just like that, she feels the tension in her stomach ease a little, like a cycle they've found themselves falling into: flirtatious comments, an unease of whether it blurs the lines more, and then the release when something overwrites that tension.

she glances at the old woman seats away from them, her cat eye glasses not hiding the glare she settles on frenchie, silently scolding him for a conversation she's not a part of. kimiko has to duck her head to stifle the breathy laugh that breezes out of her.

that sounds like something you'd come up with, she signs when she looks back up at him, dark eyes alight with earnestness. tell me about the game.

she's always loved listening to him talk about these things, these happy fragments of his life. the way he speaks of them, as if they weren't fleeting but evergreen, makes her feel as if she'd been there alongside him, not suffering in a camp in the phillipines. an imagined life of her own where they'd found each other sooner, been happier.

moi, he signs shit-eatingly. obviously.

non? no appreciation of his comedic talents, no cringe? anything? (approval? chancing a meaningful look at his lips---?)

she's making it odd. existentially so; frenchie's overthinking revs up. the train continues rocking like nothing happened! a young woman is reading how to spot a fascist while standing so tall kimiko ends where her shoulder begins.

' ... it's a game maman and i used to play. '

a crotchety old lady shoots him...... a dirty, dirty look. frenchie frowns his whole body at her. who does she think she's eavesdropping?!—

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@brightsupe asked: "annie gives her the biggest hug ever !"

the hug isn't something she expects. after all, she can't remember the last time they'd hugged at all, the last time they'd touched, even if by accident - the brush of shoulders in a space too small to accommodate them both. but kimiko doesn't complain, the warmth of the blonde's arms around her something so warm, so peaceful.

she leans into the touch, wrapping her arms around annie in return, hands splayed out on her back, fingers settling over the ridges of her spine. she can't feel the shift of bones or the twitch of muscles or the way blood rushes through veins with her hands against annie; must be because she's a supe too, not delicate or fragile the way normal people do. it's a comfort to hold someone like that, for a hug to be simply a hug.

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@rejectory said: "technically, we're supposed to fuck at the next stop." frenchie

kimiko's eyebrows twitch in confusion, furrowing together for a quick moment, her eyes narrowing in tandem. it's the kind of crass, humorous thing she's come to expect from him after such a long time of being attached at the hip. even so, she's never quite figured out how to act properly when it's directed at her; usually, he says these things about other people and she can laugh silently, but when those words, laced with innuendo and barely disguised flirtation, are directed at her, she flounders spectacularly. it's a strange thing, existing with him in this delicate balance between being family and being something more, something that's begun to veer away from platonic.

really? she signs, nimble fingers dancing through the air, though they lack the years of practiced grace they typically showcase. and who made up that rule?

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carrd (with rules), interest form, and thread tracker are all linked in my pinned now!! excited to write here after spending the last couple of months writing my girl on twitter :3

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RINGS LIKE A BELL THROUGH THE NIGHT. ╱ ooc.

NEVER BE A NORMAL GIRL. ╱ self.

BROKEN NEVER FIXED. ╱ about.

TO LIKE ROLLERCOASTERS. ╱ musings.

WE ONLY HAVE EACH OTHER. ╱ interactions.

IT'S YOU AND ME. ╱ askbox.

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# OFTHESPECIE: at first , i hated the v because i didn't choose it . but now it's my choice . i think that matters . i blamed my powers for my problems , but it's not true . the v isn't good or bad . it just depends on the person using it . i wanted to use my powers to do good . to fight for the ones i love . i almost lost frenchie because i couldn't fight . i can't risk that again .

a portrayal based primarily on the source material and personal interpretation . crossover , au , and oc friendly . please read rules before interacting .

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐒 selective , independent portrayal of kimiko miyashiro from amazon's " the boys . " this portrayal is based primarily on the source material and personal interpretation by way of headcanons . crossover , au , and oc friendly . cherished by rhi .

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 having a loving family , losing your voice , tenderness in the face of atrocity , being the older sister , watching yourself become a monster , wondering where all your softness has gone , wishing you could stop lashing out , safe place in a person , not being able to stay normal , unwavering loyalty , being an unwilling attack dog .

𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 carrd , verses ╱ promo , calls , mains , connections , interest tracker , thread tracker .

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 coloring psd 〞freeway 〟 by vendettapsds . reply banner psd from ariapsds .