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lesbian-in-leather · 2 years

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Here's a couple more for the writing ask game! : 12, 25, 32

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

Okay FIRST OF ALL I think it's rude that I can't wish for more wishes, we all know I love loopholes. SECOND OF ALL this was really fun to think about, so here we go:

I'd wish for the ability to perfectly retain any and all information about my WIPs until I've written it down, at which point it can be stored with regular memories. How often have you had a great idea just as you're falling asleep, or in the shower, or just busy and don't have time to write it down, but by the time you actually can, it's left your head? Not a problem anymore

I'd wish that I can always think of the word I need. Not only does it stop annoying mid-flow thesaurus checks or ages of combing the internet because I know what I mean but I can't find it - but there are other applications too! Creating a fantasy language? No need for a translation document, I can just type out whatever shit I need and it'll be right. Get wrecked genie, two for the price of one and I didn't cheat so my WIPs are safe

And finally, I'd wish that I have the motivation to write whenever I have the time, so that all of my writing sessions will actually be productive (maybe I'd link this motivation to like. A specific word or something? Idk, I don't trust this genie not to mess with me here)

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Okay so I know what I said in the last post, and I do over-plan, but also I try to include a lot of the random details because I much prefer reading and writing character driven stories, so like, the little details are usually relevant to something. Having said that, sometimes it's just a very short throwaway kinda relevance, or it's an extension of an actual plot point that doesn't come out until later. Although I do know some random stuff like, one OC constantly fidgets with her necklace without realising, and another one always wears a hoodie and messes with the zip because she likes the sound it makes. Sorry I feel like this wasn't as interesting as it could have been lmao

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc. that you return to time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

Okay I physically cannot pick just one, but know that there are also so many more that I could have said here (including but not limited to: all of the works I mentioned in the last post that I am deliberately not allowing myself to repeat). Because I've picked so many examples and you asked a former English student for analysis, I'm going to put them all under the cut and honestly I had so much fun thinking about this and writing out the analysis that I don't even mind if no one reads it lmao

Mentions of death and suicide (in relation to the fictional characters in the texts I'm talking about)

Poems

This Be The Verse, by Philip Larkin

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. [...] Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don’t have any kids yourself.

Technically I first heard this (or, the last stanza of it, at any rate) quoted in The End by Lemony Snicket, but I also studied the full poem when I did my A-Levels, and honestly the whole thing is absolutely incredible. It's such a beautiful poem, and I do think about the entire thing all the time (I have it memorised) but specifically the first two lines and the final stanza have always been my favourite. Something about the acknowledgment of how you can still be fucked up by your parents even if they didn't mean it really, really got to me (I wonder why haha), and the final stanza has such a bleak outlook on everything but... it also really resonated with me, especially at the time I first read the full poem. And even though I don't think like that anymore, and I now have a much more neutral or even positive outlook on humanity and human nature, this poem still holds such a crucial place in my heart, and I do think about it all the time

Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Another one I have memorised - what initially started as GCSE work really stuck with me lmao. Again, the full poem gets me just as much, but this passage specifically... oh my god. As someone who has a genuine Issue in my head about being remembered after I’m gone, this poem really got to me. The fact that Ozymandias spent so much time and effort into ensuring he was remembered, and he got his wish... on a technicality. The idea that I can't control how I'm remembered, only what I do, and if I spend too long focusing on my legacy, then that's all that people will know about me... yeah, this poem got me fucked up

Novel

The End, Chapter Thirteen, by Lemony Snicket

“You're the one who made us orphans in the first place,” he [Klaus] said, uttering out loud for the first time a secret all three Baudelaires had kept in their hearts for almost as long as they could remember. Olaf closed his eyes for a moment, grimacing in pain, and then stared slowly at each of the three children in turn. “Is that what you think?” he said finally. “We know it,” Sunny said. “You don't know anything,” Count Olaf said. “You three children are the same as when I first laid eyes on you. You think you can triumph in this world with nothing more than a keen mind, a pile of books, and the occasional gourmet meal.” He poured one last gulp of cordial into his poisoned mouth before throwing the seashell into the sand. “You're just like your parents,” he said, and from the shore the children heard Kit Snicket moan. “You have to help Kit,” Violet said. “The baby is arriving.” “Kit?” Count Olaf asked, and in one swift gesture he grabbed an apple from the stockpot and took a savage bite. He chewed, wincing in pain, and the Baudelaires listened as his wheezing settled and the poisonous fungus was diluted by their parents' invention. He took another bite, and another, and then, with a horrible groan, the villain rose to his feet, and the children saw that his chest was soaked with blood. “You're hurt,” Klaus said. “I've been hurt before,”

Alright I know I don't shut up about asoue but here me out, okay? Similarly to the last post (because even though I'm not letting myself repeat passages, I can still repeat themes) I read this when I was like seven or eight, and it was, once again, one of the first times grey-morality was introduced to me. But, where Witches Abroad taught me that sometimes heroes don't want to be heroes and that villains might not think they're villains, The End taught me that even if a villain knows and embraces the fact they're a villain... that doesn't mean they're evil. Now, as an adult, I actively reject the 'Good Vs Evil' dichotomy, but as a kid, basically everything you're exposed to has the heroes always be Morally Correct while the villains are Entirely Evil (hell, even most media aimed at adults struggles with the concept of villains being terrible people while still being allowed to have redeeming qualities). And then I read this passage. I mean, the whole entire scene still makes me fucking sob, but I come back to this passage in particular over and over and over again. Because Olaf was fucking dying. He's tired, and he's been stabbed, and poisoned, and he was going to let himself die right then and there. He doesn't even deny the accusation that he killed the Baudelaire parents - what would be the point, when we all know that villains lie? No one would ever believe him - but that question in response is heartbreaking. He looks at these children that he's tormented for months on end, and just asks them, simply, if that's what they think. Like he can't quite believe they'd think so little of him. As if, suddenly, he's realising how they see him, how they've always seen him. Realising that, to them, he really is just a cartoon villain. And that death would have been sad enough. That death would have still stuck in my head, and I would still probably be talking about it now, if he'd died on the very next line. But he doesn't. He hears Kit's name and launches himself at the antidote, and the kids and the reader finally realise that he's bleeding out but he doesn't care. All he cares about it Kit, saving Kit, helping Kit, and it's so jarring. He's spent thirteen books not caring about anyone but himself, leaving even his own henchpeople in the dust when it suits him, but suddenly he's not only helping someone else, but disregarding his own wellbeing to help someone that's shown to be directly opposed to him. He helps someone that we, as a first time reader, assume to be his enemy, and he's so panicked at the thought that she's in danger, and so soft when he helps her. He's still the same man he's always been - but we now know that that man isn't evil, and he never was. He's cruel, and greedy, and selfish, and he cares. He loves someone else enough to die for her. He's hurt, but it doesn't matter to him as long as Kit's safe. He's been hurt before

Fanfic

Now, most of the time with fanfic what sticks in my head is a particular scene, or theme, or even just the feeling evoked by the entire work. Having said that, there are some notable exceptions to this rule (and, again, I’m only choosing two and not letting myself repeat any of the works I talked about in the last post) so I would like to draw attention to:

This Ficlet by @beatricebidelaire

Ernest sits down next to him. “When she [Violet] frowns,” he says in a low voice. “It’s almost as if I'm looking at him.” [Bertrand] Frank doesn’t turn his head. “I thought he always smiled when he’s talking to you.” “You say that as if those are the only times I ever looked at him,” Ernest replies.

Oh,,, the love in that sentence. I can't stop thinking about it. The fact that we can tell it was reciprocated - Ernest looked at Bertrand even when he didn't notice, but whenever Bertrand looked at him he was smiling, and everyone else saw it. OH I feel so many things. This is love, you know? That's what I want, and I love how gentle this quote is. How softly it's presented. Like a fact and a confession all at once

And then there's this fic by @jeromesqualor

And then, all of a sudden, he [Jacques] feels like he’s been hit by a freight train. The laughter stops, and he feels nothing but a strange, pleasant warmth, all over. This is the moment where he realises that he doesn’t want her [Esmé] to ever leave. This is the moment where he realises he’s completely, inconceivably, very inconveniently, fucked. [...] When he’s [Jacques] no longer able to sit straight, when he slumps against the bricks and his head lolls forward to press his forehead into the bars, he distantly hears her sharp, broken intake of breath. “It’s alright, Jacques,” she [Esmé] whispers, cutting through the haze, choked with tears. “It’s alright.”

I found this (predictably) by combing through the Esmé tag, and though it was for a ship I'd never really considered before, it is absolutely one that now consumes my thoughts. These two passages specifically, though, for very different reasons. The first one is such a soft, genuine way to present love and it's beautiful. A freight train that leaves him feeling a pleasant warmth. The fact that he isn't even necessarily happy about it, but the feeling is there all the same. It wasn't a choice, but it isn't bad, either. It's just... I don't know, that's love. Uncontrollable, unpredictable, sudden and slow all at once. And then there's the second section - ohhhhhh man. Because it's so clear that she loves him back - you can see it. But she had to do it - she had to poison him. And she knew he would die and it would be her fault, and it would have been so easy to present her as someone who doesn't care, but that's not true. She did what she thought had to be done, but the second she sees the result she breaks down. It's so out of character, but in a perfectly in-character way - it's something that feels so real, so right, but also something no one would ever expect from Esmé, and I think about it literally all the time

Etc. Plays

I know that usually plays aren't read, but I studied both of these and I've (tragically) never gotten the chance to see either of them performed (though I have seen a film adaptation of Streetcar, but I still read it first) so I'm saying they count

A Streetcar Named Desire, Tennessee Williams

BLANCHE [holding tight to the DOCTOR's arm]: Whoever you are—I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.

Oh my god. Oh my god. This play, this whole entire play, is a masterpiece. But studying it in my class was much less fun than it should have been, because I was one of the only people in that room that liked Blanche, and I stand by that to this day. She is a beautifully written character. She's flawed, and selfish, and materialistic, and so, so fragile that she's already broken before the play has even begun. And it breaks my heart to see it. But this line. This line hurts. Because the Doctor she's clinging to so desperately is taking her away to an asylum. That's how her story ends. It's the last line she says before she leaves, and it's almost the end of the play. And after she's gone, almost everyone goes back to exactly how they were before she'd arrived, like she'd never even existed. And she's been hurt so many times - we learn about her past, and how she's been treated, and see how she's treated during the play. People - and especially men - are not kind to Blanche. And yet, after crying on the floor, being pinned to the ground while screaming and making "inhuman cries", she sees this man. This stranger. And, as an audience, we know what he's here to do. After this line they leave, arm-in-arm. And she's trusting him, she's relying on him to protect her. And he won't. We know he won't - but she doesn’t. She truly believes it. Over and over, she believes she'll be protected. Even after everything that she's seen, and done, and everything that's been done to her... Still, she depends on the kindness of strangers

Hedda Gabler, by Henrik Ibsen (translated by Michael Meyer)

TESMAN [runs to the doorway]: Hedda dear, please! Don't play dance music tonight! Think of Auntie Rena. And Eilert. HEDDA [puts her head through the curtains]: And Auntie Juju. And all the rest of them. From now on I'll be quiet. [She closes the curtains behind her]

This is another play I studied at A-Level (Drama, this time, instead of English), and while this isn't the last time Hedda talks, it is the last time we see her alive. And ever since I first read it, it's been bouncing around in my head. It's the understated way she disappears - and only a few lines later, she cuts herself off with a gunshot to her own head. It's the way everyone around her misunderstands her so thoroughly - her own husband thinks that mentioning the dead will get her on side, and no one thinks it odd that she brings up a woman she's repeatedly made it clear that she dislikes. As a reader or a member of the audience, you can see that she's realising there's no way out of her life - she can't divorce her husband, she might even be pregnant with his child. And she tells them that she’s going to end it - I'm sure, to her, she was making her intentions perfectly clear. "From now on I'll be quiet." It's so sad, and soft - especially when said by such an unpredictable character. And then her death is the culmination of everything she's been feeling throughout the play - the longing for beauty, because to her it is beautiful. And I think part of the reason it sticks with me so much is because I was the only one to see her that way in my class. Not everyone hated her (though a lot of them did), but no one else was sympathetic to her. I'm not saying she was a good person, but I did empathise, especially in a room of people all arguing that she deserved her fate

I apologise for the sheer amount I talked about all of those. And if you did read all of this rambling, thank you! I appreciate it, even if it might not have been particularly coherent

#aaah thank you for sending more asks!!!#i am having literally SO MUCH FUN answering these #the lesbian herself #weird questions for writers #vaguely functional directions #by the time i finished this it was only like #half an hour until my daily queued post #so i just booped it up to the top of that list lmao

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timeoverload · 11 months

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Do you really think I'm Satan? Do you really hate me now? I don't believe I have ever called you anything like that. You don't need to call me names to make a point. That is very hurtful. Why can't we talk like adults instead of sending passive-aggressive messages through the internet? I'm sorry I hurt you. I was just trying to be honest with you last night because I think it's important to be honest with the people you care about if that's what you're upset about. I don't have any other way to communicate with you and I wish it could be private because I don't like posting stuff on the internet. I don't want to share everything with everyone all the time. It's embarrassing but this is kind of my diary. I can be negative sometimes but I'm only human. I don't know how many people are reading it now but I appreciate all of the love and support I've gotten from everyone up to this point. It is a little overwhelming to have so many eyes on me sometimes, especially when I mess up. I wish I knew how to make things better. I wasn't trying to get you in trouble. I wish you could explain it to me.

I'm sorry I just feel really hopeless and alone right now. I feel like everyone is judging me so I'm scared to post anything else right now. I was just really upset earlier and I feel like I should just be quiet in general because I'm just a wreck. I will admit I had some whiskey when I got home after not drinking for a while and I regret it now. I only had 2 drinks but clearly that was enough. I'm mad at myself. I have to avoid drinking when I'm depressed. I shouldn't deal with my problems that way. I had a moment of weakness and wanted to hurt myself. I was trying to express my emotions without physically harming myself because I don't have another outlet for my feelings. To be honest, I have been having suicidal thoughts but I haven't acted on them. I spend too much time by myself. I am having a really hard time eating. I didn't eat much today. I can't sleep. I'm just not ok. I also haven't been smoking so I guess that has put me in a bad mood. I don't want to be like this.

I get my hopes up every time I see you and I shouldn't do that anymore. It's not healthy for me to get so upset. I'm sorry I was rude. My heart just hurts because I miss you so bad. I wish I wasn't just a customer to you. I want to be your wife. It makes me sad that you are pushing me away but I can't be mad at you for it. It also makes me sad that you don't post on instagram anymore unless you are upset with me. I miss seeing your art because it's beautiful and I guess that's like the only way I can check on you to make sure you're still there because I worry about you and you won't talk to me otherwise. I guess that's creepy of me. You said that you don't want to see me for 5 months so it makes me feel like you don't love me but you don't have to be there for me. That just hurt me a lot and I didn't know how to react. I do appreciate you listening to me all this time. I'm just not doing very well and I feel like I'm not going to get better and it's scary to go through it alone. I am scared of dying. I'm tired of saying that over and over but it's not going to change anything. I won't talk about my health anymore if that annoys you. My whole life is messed up and it's my fault and you didn't do anything wrong. I just feel like I ruin everything every time I open my mouth and like nothing I say will change anything. I feel like I'm annoying you.

I thought I should give you some space and leave you alone because I thought that might make things better. I'm not sure if that's what you want? I don't know how to make you happy right now if I can't talk to you. If you don't want to be together, then what do you want from me? I don't know what to do. I'm not sure what to say anymore. I wish I could give you a hug. I love you. I will get back on here when I'm feeling more stable.

#personal

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yankpop · 2 years

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Yandere NCT U: You curse at him (Make a wish unit)

All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.

Check more: Masterlist.

Female reader

WARNINGS: Kidnap/captivity situation; punishment (food deprivation, being chained up or locked up; gagging reader)

AN: NCT U - Make a wish unit. In this scenario the reader curses at them after they kidnapped her. Hope you guys enjoy it 💖

Taeyong

Taeyong is just gonna sit in a corner of the room and patiently listen to everything you say. He honestly understands why you’re behaving like this, it would be predictable that you’d have a bad reaction upon being taken, right?

Taeyong is going to stay stone-cold and indifferent to your blow-up of rage, not even trying to stop you. Yet inside he’s gonna be a bit affected. He does hope with time you’ll learn to love and accept him. Maybe this was destiny testing his love for you. He won’t do anything to you simply cause the occasion doesn’t call for such a thing. Don’t get him wrong, he will punish you if you keep this up in the future, but for now, showing mercy could be a starting point for both of you.

“Go on, speak up whatever it’s on your mind. I won’t do anything, I promise. But remember my kindness in the future, will you?”

Doyoung

Doyoung likes to think that he’s a calm and composed guy but as soon as you start spitting swearwords towards him, he’d quickly lose his patience. Doyoung would be quite irked at your unfortunate choice of words to the point that he’d leave you in that room, locked up and possibly also chained to the bed, without food or water for maybe 2 days maybe even more if you pissed him off too much. That time would serve for both you and him, especially him, to calm down. Doyoung has very little tolerance to that type of impolite behavior and as time goes by, his punishments would also get worse so you better tone down your insurgent side.

“Look, maybe we started off with the wrong foot but let’s change that, okay? Don’t act so crude for now on and I promise I'll be nice too.”

Jaehyun

Jaehyun would keep his unfazed facade yet would be a little annoyed at your rude behavior. He didn’t go through all the trouble of kidnapping you just for you to cuss at him.

Jaehyun wouldn’t punish you this time and would even offer you the chance to curse at him all you want cause it’s the only time he’s gonna accept it since he did just kidnap you. Pour your heart out and curse him in every possible way cause this is a one-time offer and he expects you to behave properly for the rest of your life.

Jaehyun is a civilized man so naturally he expects the same posture from you, so don’t you dare to break his illusion. Next time you decide to call him a bad name, don’t do it because in the end you’re the one who’s gonna end up hurt.

“I’m gonna let this one slide because I know it’s all happening too fast for you. So go on, show me the worst you got. Take it all out, babe, cause I won't tolerate that type of words in the future.”

Lucas

Would be really surprised at your sudden outburst of bad names. Lucas would be so caught by surprise that he’d let out an incredulous laugh. From all the scenarios he predicted, never once it crossed his mind that you - his little angel - would ever curse at him.

It would feel like an illusion or a bad dream so Lucas would choose to ignore it entirely. Cuss him all you want cause he’s not going to hear any of it. And he’s only going to speak to you when you stop with the name calling.

Until then, you’re just invisible to him. Lucas prefers to live in ignorance than to have you hating him (very ironic considering he did just kidnap you).

“I already told you I'm not gonna speak until you stop that. So, if you want something from me then you need to end this. Whatever this was.”

Xiaojun

Astonished and hurt. These are the words that better describe him as soon as the words left your mouth. Xiaojun would be a loss at words for a few seconds, unable to ratiocinate when confronted with your actions. His heart would be torn at you thinking so low of him, it would make him really sensitive for a good while. Would probably shed a few tears and take some time apart from you to think it through and compose himself. Will attempt to think positively and that it’s just your reaction to the radical change of environment and not actual hate towards him, that you’re just a little confused, that things will get better in the future and more importantly, that you will get better in the future. Xiaojun wouldn’t punish you or anything, he’d just try to shrug it off and move on. Things would get better, Xiaojun is sure of that.

“Please, don’t say those awful words, I know you don’t actually mean them, right? You’re not like this, I know it, you’re better than this.”

Jaemin

Jaemin might be young but he’s way more mature than he looks like. He probably wasn’t too admired by your harsh words, his only reaction being a tired sigh. Your reaction could be somewhat predictable although unpleasant. Jaemin wouldn't be content with you and he’d cut you off rather quickly by chaining you to the wall and gagging you so you can’t continue with your bratty attitude. And if you remain obstinate against him, then Jaemin would leave you chained and gagged for a whole day on your own, no food and no comfort either. He’d come back after a while to check whether you’re willing to tone it down or you still want to be a bad girl. It’s up to you, but the longer you fight him the longer you’ll have to stay chained and locked up. So, it’s your decision.

“How long are you gonna keep this up? Aren’t your wrists getting hurt? Aren’t you getting hungry? No? Okay, then. Make yourself comfortable cause you’re not getting out of here anytime soon.”

Shotaro

Shotaro is a sensitive boy so he would be really hurt by your cruel words. Your attitude towards him would really disappoint him and worse, would make him scared of you. Not of you, of course, but of your bad mood towards him and the eventuality of you cursing even more at him. Shotaro was so eager to hear you call him sweet names but when he received the opposite, it made him a little wary of you and almost breaking his heart. He’d probably leave you to cool down for a while, waiting for you to “settle” around the house before attempting to speak to you again, with plenty of caution.

“H-Hey. How are you feeling today? Better than before, I hope.”

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lsholland · 3 years

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London Lights (pt. 1) - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (1st person)

Genre: Party!Tom

Warnings: swearing; alcohol; nothing much but I don’t recommend -18 to read.

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: Hey guys! That’s my first story on this blog. I hope you’ll like it. I’m not native so there may be a few mistakes. I’m trying a new genre of fiction. It’s my first Tom Holland fiction. It’ll be a series of 2-3 chapters. If you want to be part of the master list for Tom please like this post and message me.

Synopsis: Quarantine has been tough. I’ve lost my boyfriend, and I’m feeling lonely. Clubs and restaurants are open again, but I feel like it’ll never be like it used to. My friends have been pushing me to install Tinder and go on dates. Well, tonight, I’m going on a date. I don’t really want to but I’m going to try and have fun for once. Just a few drinks and I’ll go home. What else could happen?

PS. You can read the story on Wattpad.

What am I doing here? I think to myself.

I matched with this guy on this famous dating app . . . And now I'm supposed to meet him here, at this bar. But I don't want to. I'm just hoping he won't show up so I can escape from this shit-place.

I've been seated at the table for a good 5 minutes. The waitress cleans up the table next to mine and asks if I'm ready to order.

No, I want to leave.

I quickly glance at the drinks menu.

"Ehm . . . A pour over Irish coffee, please."

She nods and leaves. I don't even know what I just ordered. I hope it tastes good. Hopefully it'll make me drunk enough not to remember this awful date.

It hasn't even started yet.

I'm sweating.

"Hey there" says a husky voice right behind me.

I turn around and see my date. His name is Jordan. He's good-looking and I bet he's intelligent, but I don't have this feeling with him. I don't know why I accepted to go on a date in the first place. It's awkward.

"Hey!" I grin.

"Have you ordered something already?" he asks, touching his short, clean beard. "I'm thirsty!"

He looks nice.

The waitress hands me my third drink. They help the clock tick a little faster.

He's been talking about his job, his passions. He loves football and practises daily. He has 2 sisters and lives in Camberwell.

Cute.

For a moment, I feel sad for him. He drove all the way to this East London bar, put effort trying to look nice and being cool . . . and yet, he doesn't know it but he has no chance to get lucky tonight. Not with me.

I shouldn't be sorry.

But I am.

I glance around looking for something that might be a little more entertaining than him. I realise I've avoided eye contact since he arrived. I finally glimpse at him. He has beautiful hazel eyes.

Still not enough.

I quickly check my phone. It's getting late. I don't know how to end this.

"Look," I slightly bend over the table. "I'm so sorry but I don't feel like it tonight"

"I noticed." He smirked. "Kinda awkward, innit?"

I chuckle. I am so embarrassed.

"It's okay, though." He added. "I'm just trying to meet new people. I broke up with my ex-girlfriend a few weeks ago. My mates told me I should try these apps."

Okay, now I feel worse than ever. He's been so nice with me and that's how I treat him. I grab my drink and gulp it down.

I shouldn't have done this.

"Let's go dance. I owe you one." I say as I grab his hand and walk towards the dancing area. It becomes difficult to keep my head straight.

I'm drunk, I must admit.

I'm going to regret it, my sober-self shouts in my head.

I don't care is what I reply.

The dancing area is not crowded, but there are already a few people. Most of them are girls.

Girls . . . I wish my friends were not so busy all the time. I would've come to this bar with them instead of wasting my time with strangers.

I start dancing. I stare at him. He looks amused.

A group of guys join the dancefloor and all the girls on my right start screaming. It's so high pitched I cringe.

"What the fuck guys?" I shout, trying to focus on the music.

"Woah, that's Spider-Man!" says my date. He grabs my chin and makes me look in his direction.

No way, I think. It's actually him.

I know he lives in the area, but I've never met him before. It's always weird to see movie stars in real life. They look so much more attractive.

He is so much more attractive.

I try not to be a drunk fangirl and shyly wave to him. He doesn't notice.

"You wanna go and take a picture with him?" my date asks.

"Oh, no, no!" I answer. I'm blushing. "I don't even know what I'd tell him."

He laughs.

The worst thing that could happen is to annoy him during a night out. He needs privacy and I must respect it.

But it's so difficult.

I can't stop staring at him. I don't even control it. Being drunk doesn't help.

"D'you want a beer?" I ask my date whose name I completely forgot.

He nods.

I weave my way through the crowd. I can't believe there are so many people on the dancefloor. The area is so busy since the Spider-Man actor walked in.

Even the bar area is crowded.

I let my body rest against a barstool but quickly lose balance and almost fall on the dirty floor. The flickering lights are making me feel dizzy. I grip the counter and get up. I peer around to make sure nobody saw me.

He did.

I dust off my dress trying to save the dignity I have left.

"Want something?" someone asks behind me. I turn around, it's the barman.

"Two pints of Guinness, please."

I glance back at the same spot, but he's gone. It must've been a dream. I'm so drunk I can't trust everything I think I see.

I'm grabbing both my drinks and look around trying to find my date, but there are too many people. I take a sip of my beer and hold the other one above my head.

Someone hits my arm.

Oh no.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" yells the drunk blond girl.

I look at my dress. It's soaking wet. I politely smile at her. "It's okay," I mouth.

What a mess. I glance at the lavatory door. I need to go and save my dress.

"You haven't been lucky here."

I turn around to find out who's talking to me.

It's him. Tom Holland. Talking to me.

"What?" is all I manage to say.

"Do you need a hand?" he politely asks.

I blush so much it's noticeable in the dark.

I'm choking. I'm panicking.

I give him my two beers and walk towards the lavatory. I'm surely starstruck. And drunk. This isn't a good mix.

Once in the room, I grab a handful of tissues and try to soak up my dress. I groan. Did I expect to make that beer mark disappear? Yes. Did it work? Of course not.

I watch my face in the mirror.

I look like shit, I think.

A door slams shut. Two young girls just walked in.

"OH, MY G—THAT'S TOM HOLLAND!" shouts one. They are both panting.

I roll my eyes.

Oh . . . I've given him my beers. What about my date?

"Shit!" I hiss.

I violently open the door and frown my eyebrows as the lights blind me.

He's just here gazing at me. Two beers in his hands. One of them is half empty, the rest being displayed on my dress.

"I'm so sorry!" I say embarrassed as ever.

He smirks. "No worries." He hands me the full glass of beer.

I give him a questioning look as I grab it. What about the other one? Oh, right—He's drinking it.

"What's your na—"

I stop him.

"I know who you are." I peer down. "I'm sorry I didn't wanna disturb you" I say as I'm walking away.

This time I'm smart enough to avoid the crowd on my way out.

"That's rude to leave without saying goodbye!" Tom shouts from a distance.

I turn around and stare at him. He's got a soft smile; he doesn't look drunk at all. I wave him goodbye.

Now, he's approaching me.

"I meant to your boyfriend" he nods in the direction of my date who was dancing with a group of other people.

"He's not my—" is all I can say before he chuckles.

"I figured."

"How?" I clench my jaw. I'm hypnotised by his hand running through his hair. And his smile. And his lips.

"I can barely hear you," he points at a booth in the corner of the room "maybe we could sit there" he suggests.

My mouth softens into a smile.

It's difficult to walk with Tom Holland. Every couple of seconds he's stopped by fans requesting a picture. And he accepts every time.

I'd never be so patient.

"What's that?" he asks.

"It must be so annoying sometimes." I tell him as I sit on the booth.

"When they're nice and ask me, it's cool." He chooses to sit next to me. I can feel his arm touching mine. My heart is racing. He uses his other arm to hold his chin; he looks at me with so much intensity. Sometimes peering down my lips.

His face is so close, but he keeps talking. I can feel his breath on my skin. I'm going to burst into flames. "But when they're taking pictures without asking first, that's delicate."

I nod. I can't really listen to what he's talking about. I'm trying not to lose control.

"So, what's your name?"

He smiles when I tell him. "Why did you leave your date alone?" he asks.

I'm so nervous I stutter. I can't find my words. "I . . . I wasn't in the mood. He knows it. I shouldn't have come here."

"I'm happy you came." He says looking me in the eyes.

I raise my eyebrows. "Are you flirting with me?"

He barks out a laugh and breaks the eye contact. He rests his head on the wall behind us.

He isn't as confident as I thought he'd be. I don't know what's up with him, but I enjoy it.

I suddenly remember he's a movie star. He's always being watched. I glance at the crowd and see flashing lights. They're taking pictures of us.

I'm getting dizzier.

I don't want to see my face on a dumb article talking about Tom Holland's mysterious partner. I don't even know him.

"This is stupid" I mumble.

Tom is intrigued. He hasn't got a clue what I'm talking about. He hasn't even noticed the fans stalking him.

"I'm sorry, I gotta go" I abruptly say as I stand up. "Have a good night."

I grab my phone and leave the venue. I'm upset because I really wish I could've met him in a different context. I open my Uber app: there's no driver available.

Shit.

How's that even possible on a Friday night? In London?

I refresh the app, but it doesn't work. I guess I'll have to walk home.

A part of me wants to go back in this bar and spend time with Tom. He's sweet and I'm sure we would've had so much fun together. I glance through the window trying to see his face one last time, but I can't find him.

"What are you looking for?"

I cringe.

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to startle you."

It's him. It's Tom.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Going home too. The fun of the party is leaving . . ." he sighs. I smile back at him. I'm embarrassed.

I stand in front of him, none of us say a word. It's awkward. I'm getting anxious and walk away. I'm so overwhelmed.

He grabs my shoulder. "Wait, are you walking home?"

"Yeah, it's okay don't worry." I smile.

"I can drive you home."

"Sorry, but you've been drinking. I won't let you drive me." I curtly say.

He grins. He looks at one of his mates and nods.

"No way I'm letting you walk home alone," he sighs "besides, you're drunk."

"Come with me then" I instantly reply without thinking.

He nods.

What?

He's coming with me. My heart is racing. I won't survive a 30-minute drunk walk with him.

Not with his beautiful glossy eyes staring at me.

Not with my burning desire to kiss him.

#tom holland #London lights fic #Tom Holland one shot #tom holland fiction #Tom Holland imagine #Tom Holland x reader

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liibrii · 3 years

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fem!Miya!reader x Ginjima Hitoshi & Akagi Michinari || part of the Third Miya series

Synopsis: It’s just a courage test. Just a nightly walk through a labyrinth of statues. Even the moon refuses to peek out from behind to clouds to witness your stupidity. Oh, did I mention there've been ghosts sighting here? There've been ghost sightings here.

Warnings: cursing, some spooky atmosphere, spooky things happen, some prime examples of sibling love

wc: 2.3k

a/n: should I post this chapter after the one establishing Reader's friendship with the team? Yeah, probably. also what I could do is write a little author's note that Reader is a friend with all the boys on the team and move on from there, ya know?

In case you missed previous chapters, Twins call their sister San, while others simply refer to her as Miya. (I'm experimenting and trying to use y/n as little as possible. lemme know if you like it).

if you wanna be tagged in future chapters lemme know and as always feedback is greatly appreciated!

Nothing scared you.

Well, except Mr-No-Gaps Kita Shinsuke but you're pretty sure there isn't a being on this planet that wouldn't be afraid of him so that disqualifies him from this particular competition; or mom that one time she discovered nobody had taken the trash out even though she said to do it several times. And the dark sometimes. And ghosts! Ghosts are spooky. You can't punch a ghost

But other than that nothing scared you.

This nightly walk though is making you reconsider the statement. Maybe the time has come for you to put 'dark' and 'weird noises whose origin you can't see' to the top of the list. Shivers run up your spine and you step faster, closer to Ginjima beside you. He gives you a questioning glance but luckily doesn't say anything. You hope he won't mention it later either. The only thing worse than your brothers finding out what a scaredy cat you're being right now is... Well, nothing would be worse than that.

The Gallery Tangle is what this place is called and you find the name strangely fitting. Stone statues, some crumbling and all overgrown with moss, stand lined by the path going in twists and turns. No matter where you turn cold unseeing eyes watch you. If you were the one choosing the name for this place it would be something along the lines of 'that corner nobody in their right mind would ever go close too'. Some people believe it used to be a cemetery but really it's just a meadow where someone left an unwanted statue once, and then another, and before you knew crowds of curious tourists and stupid teenagers visited the place all the time. Even the moon refuses to peek out from behind to clouds to witness your stupidity. Oh, did I mention there've been ghosts sighting here? There've been ghost sightings here.

So naturally it's the perfect place for a courage test. The only one at fault for this entire situation is Osamu for daring Akagi and Ginjima to go visit the site, and you for falling for his trap when he turned to you and, with that annoyingly sweet voice pretending he's a caring older brother who's just looking out for his little sister, said: “Thank the heaven yer too much of a baby to go out of the house after sunset.“

Yeah well, maybe you are and he knows it, and he also knows the easiest way to get you to do something is to tell you you don't have the guts. It's all a well tested trap you keep falling into. Walking amongst countless silent statues you want to ponder how the mice traps are always so obvious and yet the mice keep falling for them like dummies, but that would be a silly thought to have in the middle of the night and taking your current circumstances into consideration also incredibly hypocritical.

Nothing much scared you, except for Kita Shinsuke, but if you were given a chance to get help from one person right now you'd chose him. As much as the mere thought of him makes you straighten up and check if your clothes are on point you're sure ghosts and demons and other creatures of the night would rethink once or twice before coming closer to bother you. Not to be rude but he'd probably be a better ghost repellent than trembling Ginjima beside you who at the moment is being more of a ghost attractor. Can ghosts sense fear? Apparently even horses can smell fear so why would ghosts be any different? Maybe better for that question to go unanswered.

“Are ya sure we're goin' in the right direction?“ asks Gin.

“Maybe.“

“Akagi-san ya do know that's not the answer we wanna hear right now, right?“

“I'm yer senpai so I can't lie to ya,“ answers Akagi and you wish he wasn't your senpai so you could give him the well deserved kick in the shin. As Osamu would put it, getting a straight answer out of him was sometimes harder than eating udon noodles with only one chopstick. Your smart-ass replied with 'Just drink them', which was a funny response at the time, a justifiable enough reason for Osamu to slap your head, but in the end this solution didn't really apply to the libero. “We're takin' a little detour to avoid inhabitants of this place,“ Akagi says and if you didn't know him better you'd think his words were meant to reassure you.

“Ya mean the statues? I don't think they really mind us trespassin'.“

“Ah no, not the statues.“ He turns and points his torch up to light up his face. “I meant ghosts.“

“Ha ha, very funny,“ you say pretending a shiver didn't just run up your spine. Your hold on your own torch tightens.

“Skepticism doesn't suit ya Miya. There's a ghost of a little boy hidin' round here. Ever since his old house was demolished he walks around lookin' for his parents.“

“Sure he does,“ you answer and quickly change the topic because if Akagi doesn't stop you're sure Gin will climb in your arms and the question if you're strong enough to carry him is another one you don't want to know the answer to. “Where did Samu say he left the scarf?“

When Ginjima answers his voice is strangely high pitched: “By the statue of an old lady with a cat.“

Akagi nods. “We should split up so-“

“No!“ you and Ginjima half yell.

“We could get lost,“ you add, feeling heat rise on your cheeks.

“Exactly,“ Ginjima agrees, “look how many statues there are! It's a labyrinth 'round here!“

Akagi gives in without much convincing with a gleam in his eyes you really don't like because it looks suspiciously similar to the gleam Atsumu has before blackmailing you with one of too many embarrassing things he knows. “Right, right, last time I was here the cat lady was on the other end.“

“Was?“ Ginjima follows close behind and you're just glad to have you back covered.

“Statues move sometimes. Usually when no one is lookin'.“

“Funny,“ is all you say.

Still, as you continue the expedition you don't let your gaze wander around. It's not like you could see anything anyway. It's too dark! At least that's what you keep telling yourself. Anything could hide out there.

You shudder. Why did you think it was a good idea to leave without taking a hoodie? As if summer nights aren't chilly. Or maybe you just walked past a cold spot where ghosts linger. Now that sounds like something Akagi would tell you.

You're acutely aware of how close Ginjima is walking and you're glad he is. His shoulder bumping into yours every now and then and the sound of his steps are the last things keeping you from letting your imagination run free.

That's the thing about imagination. It makes the pile of unfolded clothes look like a child crawling out of the floor. It makes sitting stone statues seem to blink and turn their heads when you pass by.

When you nervously glance over at Ginjima you notice he's clenching his jaw so hard you start fearing for his teeth. He puts you at ease. As much as that is possible while walking in the dead of night around seemingly endless line of statues. If he was as carefree as Akagi you would, all your foolish pride be damned, most likely burst into tears right then and there.

The nearby bushes rustle and maybe it's just the wind, or a cat on a nightly adventure, or maybe it's something entirely different, but whatever it is lures you into making the mistake of looking over at the statues, where you catch a pale face with unblinking eyes behind long, black hair staring back at you. You scream. Jump, trip over a stone and end in Ginjima's arms, your ears ringing from the high pitched shriek you presume is his.

Akagi jumps too and points his torch around to see what made both of you finally lose the brave facade. He searches around the statues but there's nothing to be found. “It's gone now.“

“Ya sure?“

“What was it?“

“A white face and... black hair.“

“So, a ghost?“ asks Akagi and you nod, holding tightly on Gin as if your life depended on it. A sly smile spreads across Akagi's face. “See, I told ya there's ghosts.“

“Not helpin' ,“ says Gin as Akagi's words make you shudder.

Only then does it hit you Ginjima is holding you bridal style and you swiftly climb back down, still shaken and now completely embarrassed as well. You don't even dare think how much bribing will take to convince Akagi to keep his mouth shut about this. Oh, if your brothers find out they will never let you live it down.

“Maybe we should go home,“ suggests Ginjima still holding you up because your knees turned to pudding.

“Like hell we are,“ you sneer, the blood rush turning fear into burning determination. If this is what it takes to shut Samu's annoying shit mouth, then so be it. “Cat lady, right? I bet she's this way.“ You pick up your torch light and head into the wrong direction.

“Miya, we have to go right,“ Akagi calls after you.

“I am goin' right!“

“The other right.“

You turn on your heels and head into the 'other right' direction. You think you hear Akagi snicker. Step by step your sudden burst of determination and fearlessness drains but like hell are you going to show it. It's just ghosts and spooky demons and maybe some cursed children, what are they going to do? Scare you? Joke's on them, you're already scared! And cold, and embarrassed, and you just want to find that damn scarf already and go home.

It waits neatly wrapped around the cat's neck. It's eyes have an almost mocking look. As if the stone is judging you for taking on this courage test in the first place. Well, you think, it ain't wrong.

“There, now we can go,“ you proclaim when your trembling fingers finally manage to unknot the silky fabric, and as if some cruel fate or inhabitants of this eerie place watched you only a few statues away something rustles.

All three of you freeze and listen. In the distance you can hear cars driving by. A late night train stops by the station.

“What was that?“ asks Gin.

You stuff the scarf into your pocket. “Doesn't matter, we got what we-“

“Let's go check it out!“

“O hell no,“ is the first thing that leaves your mouth but for some reason Akagi thinks it's a sunny Sunday afternoon and the perfect time for a stroll.

“Let's go,“ Gin nudges you to get you to follow Akagi but you don't budge.

“No.“

“He's our senpai Miya, we can't just let him wander off.“ He lowers his voice. “He might get in trouble.“

“Let him. I've had enough of this place,“ you say and head into the opposite direction. Ginjima hesitates, casts a few lost glances between you and Akagi before he decides the prospect of something happening to you would get him into much bigger trouble. “Are ya okay?“ he asks when he catches up.

You give a stiff nod. All you want is to get away from this place.

It doesn't take long for Akagi to come running back. “It was nothin',“ he says, out of breath and smiling as always but if you'd pay more attention you'd notice he's a bit paler.

And you are about to find out why.

A white figure appears from behind one of the statues, howling and shrieking, or maybe that's Akagi and Ginjima. Your heart stops for a mere moment before jumping into overdrive. You grip your torch, step back with one leg to gain momentum, and chuck your only source of light into what you guess is ghosts head.

“Aargh!“ shrieks the ghost before it starts screaming its lungs out at you, “Are ya stupid?! Ya could've hurt me ya shithead!“ It pulls the sheet off to reveal a very irritated Atsumu rubbing his forehead where the torchlight hit him. “OW!“ he shrieks again when you kick his shin. You'd probably kick him again for good measure if another figure, this one clad in black and with an oni mask, didn't jump from behind the statues and scare you into leaping in the air. The figure laughs and avoids the kick aimed at it's knee. “Samu!“ you shriek. “This isn't funny!“

“It is a little,“ says Akagi and to his luck he's your senpai and standing out of your reach. At least Ginjima doesn't look amused by your utter embarrassment.

In an effort to regain some of your pride you pull out the scarf and chuck it into Osamu's face. “Here, yer kitchen cloth.“

“San don't speak about mom's clothes like that,“ teases Atsumu who at the stare you send him immediately takes a careful step back.

Osamu pinches your cheeks and not even a death glare stops his teasing: “Maybe ya ain't such a baby after all. But ya do scream like one.“

“Absolutely hilarious,“ you deadpan. “Who was the white faced lady? Suna?“

“What white face?“

“Don't play with me ya shit pig. The one that almost gave Gin a heart attack!“

“Ya screamed louder than me-“

“That wasn't us,“ your brothers shake their head. You don't believe them because, why would you?

Akagi bursts into laughter. “Maybe ya saw a real ghost after all!“

A... a real... ghost. The rest of you exchange uncomfortable glances.

Gin is the first to speak. “It's gettin' a little chilly. Maybe we should,“ he gestures towards the path, and you nod, enthusiastically.

“It is gettin' late. We'll hear it if we come home past curfew,“ says Osamu.

Walking away you don't want to look back but something compels you to throw a quick glance over your shoulder. Wide unblinking eyes stare as you leave, face ghostly white and almost glowing in the dead of night.

Or maybe it's just your imagination.

tag list: @espressons @trashy-simp @nachotrash @megumiisee @foxxtrot-116

in case you’re curious, Gallery tangle is based on a real life Statue village in Japan.

#ginjima x reader #akagi x reader #ginjima hitosh #akagi michinari #ginjima hitoshi x reader #hqcorenet #akagi michinari x reader #haikyuu ginjima #hq #haikyuu #inarizaki x platonic reader #inarizaki x reader #inarizaki x y/n #inarizaki imagine #inarizaki #the third miya #libri scribbles

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woolieshubris · 3 years

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Aquarium Date Fic !! Kagehina, but kag!asd. Kageyama pov. 2k words, oneshot. Tw : Sensory Overload! (it's present throughout the whole fic) Made partially for @spixi and partially so i could prove to myself that i can If there's a typo no there isnt <3 If you are an IRL this post doesn't exist <3

I typed out my message and pressed send, throwing my phone onto my bed.

Maybe I should go grab a snack or something... I think to myself, when I suddenly hear my phone buzzing against my pillow, and I dive to grab it. He replied to my message. That was fast.

Me : Hey we should go to the aquarium tomorrow.

Hinata : Okay :D sounds good 2 me!

Quickly, with my face quickly going beet red, I drop my phone and go to the kitchen to grab something to stuff my face with. I'm shaking, but as long as I walk quietly, I doubt my family will notice I'm even out of my room.

How should I reply? A thumbs up might be good, but it might be too cold. Any other reply is probably too much... Whatever. I'll go with the thumbs up.

I head back into my room and pick up my phone, typing a thumbs up emoji before covering my face again.

F/ck, I need to come up with something to wear, don't I..?

---

I arrive at the train station, feeling like I probably packed too much. I brought a backpack with an extra phone battery, 2 charging cables, (because Hinata has an apple phone,) and a bunch of snacks, as well as a water bottle.

Did I put on deodorant today??? I can't tell... If so, I'm probably already sweating through it. I start to feel sick to my stomach, but I don't have time to finish that thought when I spot Hinata walking in from a distance. He seems to be wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt, and suddenly I feel overdressed in my jeans.

"Hey! Don't worry, I already bought my train ticket. You ready to go?" He asked while walking up to me. He didn't bring as much as a backpack, and I'm suddenly relieved that I brought so much.

"Yeah. It's coming in 2 minutes. I half expected you to be late." I stated, before realizing what I said. Sh/t! That was rude, wasn't it? I have to be nicer. Ugh. Hinata punctures my worries with a laugh.

"I'm not late that often, am I?" He states. This makes me feel a little worse about my comment.

"Hm. Just often enough." I state, carefully picking my words. I can't backtrack now, but I can try to redirect my speech to seem less biting.

"You only say I'm late because of last time!" He keeps laughing, keeping the mood light. I wish I could speak as easily as him.

"And possibly the time before that?" I reply. This is probably what he wants me to say.

"Shhhhh. What matters is I got here on time AND I have my ticket ready. Don't worry, I also brought enough for the aquarium ticket too!" He states, smiling. His smile is adorable, almost cute enough to distract me from what he just said.

"Oh, I was planning on paying for that." I reply without thinking.

"Ehh? Do you owe me or something? Should I be asking you for money?"

"No, no. I just thought...?" I'm really confused now. I was the one who asked HIM out, right? He knows how these things usually go, right? Maybe he just doesn't know...

"By the way, where are the others? I thought they would have arrived by now."

The... others? What others? The team??? This is a date, right? Wait...

I DIDN'T TELL HIM. I DIDN'T TELL HIM THAT THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A DATE. F/CK.

"I didn't invite them." I respond, my subconscious taking care of what my brain is trying to catch up to.

"You really find them that annoying? I know Tsukki and Yamaguchi can be a bit much sometimes but...?" Confusion flashes across Hinata's face.

"I just wanted to hang out with you. Is that a crime?" I answered before my brain could filter out that last comment. It would be useful in getting him to stop pushing, but it's far too rude for a date. Not that Hinata knows that last part anyway. I wish I could take my words back.

"You should be honored that I said yes in the first place." Hinata teases, my face turning red.

If only he knew what he said yes to.

---

Hinata and I managed to keep from fighting on the 30 minute train ride, which was a feat in and of itself.

I can't ruin this date.

"Hey, Kageyama? It looks like there is a student discount, and it also seems like there is a discount for groups. What do you think would be cheaper?" Hinata elbowed me, bringing me back into focus. I look up. He and I are both equally sh/t at math.

"Uh... Let's do the group discount? I'll pay for it. You can pay me back later." As if I'd let him do that. Hinata bought my excuse though.

"Okay! I can buy you lunch or something." He quickly walked up to the desk, and I followed him. "Can we have 2 tickets?"

Wait. Wasn't I supposed to buy them? If I was the one paying, aren't I supposed to ask? Is Hinata planning on paying???

"Oh, sorry, He'll be paying!" Hinata stated, gesturing towards me.

"Yes. Here's the cash." I quickly press down the bills that were almost getting damp from stress. I had already looked online at ticket prices, and made sure to set aside the perfect amount of money for two tickets in my pockets.

"Great! Let's head inside!" Hinata grabs the tickets, holding mine for me. We go up to the metal detector and I get my bag checked. Hinata, possibly because he has my ticket, or possibly out of kindness, waits for me.

"Can you hand me my ticket real quick?" I ask, throwing my bag back onto my shoulder.

"Sure, let's go in." We walk into the main lobby area, waiting to get our tickets checked. The aquarium is beautiful, and oh so huge. The high ceilings, and smell of saltwater, the giant whale sculpture that I can only assume is life size, and the concrete flooring, these things that on a glance are grand, start to give me a pit in my stomach.

"Kageyama! Come on!"

I look at the horizon line, and recenter myself. A quick yet deep breath and I'm ready to go. I walk up, and turn in my ticket in order to get a wristband.

"Kageyama?" Hinata states, causing me to look over at him. "Can you help me put this on? I can never do it by myself." He holds up the paper slip.

"Yeah, sure." I say without thinking. I wrap it around his wrist.

"Hey, make sure not to make it too tight. They are a pain to get off if you don't give them enough breathing room." I nod my head, and make sure to give him a gap.

"There you go." I let go of his arm, realizing just then how warm my hand is. I can feel my face getting warm too.

"Okay, let me do you now." He quickly fits the bracelet to my arm. "It's perfect! Let's go inside. I wanna see this penguin exhibit that I've been hearing so much about. I keep seeing ads for it and I've wanted to see it forever-"

Hinata kept talking. I don't think he ever stopped talking. It's nice though. It makes it easier to not focus on the huge building, or the shifting lighting, or the crowds, or the ambient music that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Yup. I'm not focusing on any of that. Not. At. All.

My feet keep walking, despite my worrying. Hinata eventually slows, stopping before the largest piece of glass I've ever seen in my entire life. A giant tank filled with fish. The glass is taller than my house, longer than 3 busses, and blue and endless enough to make my heart stop in my chest.

F/ck.

Hinata turns around, and finds a bench to sit on, patting the seat next to him, while staring into the blue void. You feel like you have to bow down to its majesty. It is terrifyingly blue, terrifyingly enormous. I have never feared the ocean before, but I fear it in this very moment. A spotted whale shark swims past, paying no attention to the many people standing right against the glass.

"I could sit here forever." Hinata practically whispers. The giant tank orders your complete and utter silence. Even amongst a giant crowd, even with the littlest of children, everyone is quiet. The large speakers playing calming bass tones over the crowd of people, barely vibrating the floor.

"Hm. Me too." I reply. I could sit here forever, I feel like I already have sat here for infinity. Like its presence is something I could never escape. The pit in my stomach grows further. I break eye contact with the tank, reaching in my backpack. The zipper can barely be heard over the ambient noise of people shuffling. Was there always that sound? I bend down to look in my backpack. What was I going to get?

"Do you want a snack? I brought some granola bars." I state as I feel Hinata's eyes looking down at me.

"Actually, that sounds really good right now. I was just thinking about food." He states, bringing his head down to meet mine. I rustle around in my bag, and grab out a bar. It is barely bent. Passing it to him over my shoulder, he grabs it and unwraps it, sitting on the bench with his legs crossed.

"Sooo, what exhibit did you want to see?" He asks, taking a bite after.

"What do you mean?" I reply, choking down the pit in my stomach.

"Like... you invited me out here. So, what was it that you wanted to see?" He takes another bite.

"Uh. I just like fish, I guess." I look over at the tank, trying to avoid his gaze. I doubt he'll buy it, but it doesn't really matter.

"Me too! Let's go into the jellyfish room next? I can see the entrance to the penguins here and it looks packed. Explains why it's so much emptier here." He set his feet back on the ground and stood up, waiting for me to join him.

I leaned back down to zip up my bag, and we walked through a doorway into a smaller, darker room. Blacklights lit up the moon jellies as they calmly glided across the tank. Hinata seemed to drift off, but I didn't mind. It would probably be a good idea to be apart for a bit. I could calm down and collect myself quickly.

I walk up to the tiny seahorse exhibit, and look into the tank. I can't see them at all... I thought, when suddenly, I felt my forehead bump up against the glass.

How did I get close enough to bump up against it?

I go to look for a wall to lean up against. Leaning against something should help keep the pit down. I do a quick glance around the room. There are no walls. Only glass, and only fish. I hate fish.

Taking yet another deep and quick breath, I go back to meet up with Hinata. He was looking at a different kind of seahorse.

"Okay, I think I'm ready to go to the next section now." Hinata said, glancing away from the fish and over to the exit door. I nodded, and lightened up the scowl that was forming on my face. I didn't even notice it was happening until I felt my eyebrows aching from the effort. I just hope he didn’t notice.

The exit of the jellyfish room led to a balcony overlooking a lower floor. This must be the back of the aquarium. Below us there seemed to be a small cafe overlooking the sea.

"Here, let's go get some food! I can pay you back for the ticket that way." Hinata pulled my arm over to the down escalator. I step on right after him, and look down at the cafe.

It was very large, and honestly reminded me more of a cafeteria than a cafe, with lots of seating. After we reach the end of the escalator, he walked over to stand in line and stare at the menu. Looking for a good seat, I grab one right by the large window facing the water and set down my bag. I pull out the small amounts of snacks I've already brought to claim the seat and go over to Hinata.

"Hey, so I'm thinking about getting a sandwich. What do you want?" He stood, facing the menu.

"Honestly, just get me whatever you think I'd like." I state. I can't focus on the menu right now; I just don't have the energy to.

"Hmmm... Okay!" Hinata walks up to the register, while I go back to our seats. I'll probably regret that choice very soon, but I have backup food anyways, and I'm sure he'll eat whatever I don't, so it's not like the food will be wasted.

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What the hell did he order??

I look at my plate, not quite understanding what the dish is even supposed to be.

"You said to get you whatever." He said with a smile, taking a bite of his sandwich right after.

"Whatever I might LIKE. What even is this?" I poked my dish with a spork, and it seemed to swallow it whole.

"No idea. I just pointed at the dish in the buffet." He shrugged. "I thought it might be funny, but it's less funny than I hoped. I expected more of a reaction." He looked up with the last sentence, making eye contact with me, which I broke a moment after.

"Sorry."

"Sorry? What are you saying sorry for? Since when did you say sorry anyways?" There was slight worry behind his voice, though it was hard to tell through his wide grin. To avoid answering, I quickly shove the food in my face. It's not great, but it's not really all that bad either. It's a little cold from sitting out.

"It's.... good." I say with a stuffed face. This causes him to start laughing again.

"You look super angry! That's the sort of reaction I was expecting." When did I even start scowling again? When I took a bite of the food, probably.

"You try it." I say, stealing a chip from his bag.

"I was the one who bought it anyway. I was half expecting you to make me eat it." Am I really that predictable? He took a bite, and made a variety of expressions, before settling on confusion.

"I wouldn't call it good. Maybe okay? It's definitely at least okay." He nodded to himself, taking a sip of water after.

"So, where to after this?" I ask.

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We ended up on the train home while the sun was setting. It's almost to our stop. It felt so short, but we ended up hanging out for 5 hours. I almost forgot that I wanted it to be a date. I had to give up on that a while ago.

"Hey, we have to get off soon, get ready." I say, tapping his knee.

"Hm? Oh." He wakes up, blinking a few times and leaning forwards in his seat. He glances out the window.

The train stops, and we walk off onto the station platform.

"See you at practice tomorrow!" He says with a large smile, walking backwards towards the exit.

"See you." I reply, gripping the shoulder straps of my bag. I looked down

"I had a nice time on our date!" and with the last word, he turned around, running out of the station.

My head immediately turned upwards to where he was, as I feel my blood starting to rush to my face.

He... HE KNEW?!?

#dont mind me constantly changing the tense #im terrible w word tense

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notanacousticsetcal · 3 years

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speak now - luke hemmings

summary - based off of the song speak now by taylor swift -- highly recommend listening before reading for the full experience.

warnings - none? nerves and kind of public speaking

word count - 1.6k - lyrics not included this time, lemme know if you guys prefer that

a/n - im SO sorry ive been MIA, i have had absolutely zero motivation. this is some trash i wrote a while ago and i thought i would post it while im trying to find inspiration to write something better. its the 5th installment of the song series so you can go check those out as well if you want! also, like i said in the word count, i did not include the lyrics this time around. i think i prefer that but im not sure, let me know if you guys want me to include the lyrics next time and i will! thank you for reading, i missed yall.

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Your mom’s old pale yellow dress didn’t fit as well as you had hoped but you had no other options, formal events were not a common occurrence in your life. The wedges pinched at your toes and the thin dress straps dug into your shoulders but the soft yellow complimented your skin and you liked the ribbon around the waist so it wasn’t a total loss.

You sucked in a sharp breath, adjusting the dress once more in the mirror before grabbing your purse and hustling out the door.

This wasn’t happening. You weren’t actually doing this. The girl who feels like she has to throw up before public speaking and stutters over small talk and avoids eye contact at all costs is supposed to stand up in front of 100 people and declare her love for the boy getting married to someone else? You felt nauseous thinking about it.

But you couldn’t sit idly by and watch the love of your life say “I do,” to the snobby girl that put gum in your hair in middle school. If there was ever a time that you would stand in front of a crowd voluntarily and speak, it would be now.

The venue was beautiful. The church had vaulted ceilings and large stained glass windows that cast colorful shadows on the hardwood flooring. There were cascading white curtains and pale pink tablecloths with little white doilies. It was pretty but humble and you felt a pang of jealousy in your chest.

Concealing yourself in the crowd wasn’t difficult considering she’d invited the county and all its neighbors. Everyone was in the pews standing and mingling and you noticed the only group sitting quietly was the family of the bride herself, all looking around carefully like the normal folk were unevolved cavemen. They wore coordinating lavender outfits with done up hair and hats with little feathers -- something straight out of a period piece.

You rolled your eyes at their judgmental nature and apparent superiority complex before your attention was drawn to the boys in the front row talking seriously among themselves, dread written clearly on their faces.

Calum, Ashton and Michael wore similar black tuxes, looking uncomfortable in the formal getup. You only watched for a few moments before you caught Ashton’s attention. He first looked shocked but his expression quickly became sincere. He gave you an apologetic smile which you returned before heading to the back to avoid any more curious eyes. His family would surely recognize you if they saw you and you didn’t want any extra attention on you until you were subjecting yourself to it.

As you waited for the ceremony to start, you stared fondly out the window at the snowy trees and calm serenity of nature before allowing yourself to be whisked away in a vivid daydream about what it might be like to tell him how you truly feel.

You jumped, pulled from your daydream by dark, heavy chords coming from the church organ. You cringed a little as the horribly ill fitting song continued, but readied yourself for the ceremony to begin.

The silk purple curtains concealed your figure enough in the back of the church and your heart rate began to rise. This was happening. You were about to profess your love to a man who might turn you down in front of everyone and their mother. But it would be worth it. You couldn’t live your whole life wondering “what if?”

You heard a squeak of door hinges from your right and held still. Any sudden movements might give you away.

A young girl came running through with a wicker basket in hand, poorly distributing rose petals along the aisle. Something caught your eye in the front of the room.

Luke stepped out, front and center, and straightened his tie. Your breath caught in your throat. He looked just the same as the last time you’d seen him on that warm summer night. You had expected some drastic change, to not even recognize him. But it was Luke. The same one that picked flowers with you at recess and stopped to wait for you whenever you needed to tie your shoe. The same one that was always there to dry your tears and to watch dumb romantic comedies with you without complaining. He stood there quietly, clean shaven and rosy cheeked, the same Luke you knew and loved.

You pushed away the more upsetting memories, like the one from that warm, sticky night. The image of his tear stained cheeks and pleading eyes.

Moments later, your eyes were pulled from Luke. Courtney came strutting through the open Mahogany doors, waving like she was fucking Queen Elizabeth.

You rolled your eyes at her bedazzled ball gown and fake pageant smile. She didn’t care about Luke, she cared about image and reputation. Which is why you were really about to piss her off.

You looked back towards Luke and tried to read his expression but it was stoic, unmoved. You wish that was me, don’t you?

Courtney reached Luke and shot him a wide smile, to which he returned. Except Luke's was empty, not sincere. Luke had always thought Courtney was beautiful and smart and made the decision from there that marrying her wouldn’t be so bad. After you had turned him down in the glow of the firelight on that July night. It broke him and you hated yourself every day because of it. You weren’t ready to love him then. But you were most certainly ready now.

Ready to risk everything for that blue eyed boy.

The ceremony progressed and the preacher neared the end of the formalities. You felt your time was nearing. Your knees were weak and knocky, your hands shaking.

The preacher paused, and with his booming voice said “if anyone can show just cause why this couple cannot lawfully be joined together in matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.” He looked down, preparing to move on and read the next portion, assuming no one would protest. No sane person ever protested.

Your breath hitched in your throat. It was now or never. If you didn’t find it in you to step forward at this moment, the person you love most in this world might be gone forever.

The room fell silent and you closed your eyes, pushing the sheer curtain aside and taking a shaky step forward. You heard heads turn and a few audible gasps.

When you opened your eyes, everyone had turned to you. Every familiar face, every friend, every stranger.

You caught Courtney’s eye and she looked as if every fiber of her being was on fire. If someone reached out and touched her in that moment, they’d get a 3rd degree burn. She looked like she was trying to strangle you with her eyes.

You flattened your dress once more and looked up, bracing yourself for the look on Luke’s face.

He didn’t look angry or upset, just… confused. And surprised.

You took that as a sign to continue. You softly cleared your throat, speaking directly to the man in front of you. “I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion but you are not the kind of boy… who should be marrying the wrong girl.” There were some shocked whispers and appalled gasps but you ignored them.

You walked forward down the aisle to get a clearer look at Luke and stopped at the stairs. You felt like you were alone with him now and it made it easier. “So don’t say yes, let’s run away now. I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the back door. Don’t wait or say a single vow, you need to hear me out.” You looked at him with pleading eyes and for the first time, his facade fell. You saw the glint of relief in his eyes and the slump of his once tense shoulders.

Luke looked around once more at all of the people that had gathered there today for him and knew he needed to make a decision. He turned to look at his friends stationed behind him, and to no surprise, their faces were lit up with pure happiness and relief. He couldn’t help but smile back at them. Calum threw him a thumbs up and Michael mouthed “go with her, dumbass.”

Luke turned back to the audience and spotted his mother in the crowd. He tried to read her expression but when she gave him a soft, curt nod, he knew what he had to do.

He quickly grabbed Courtney’s hands and your face immediately fell. He was going to choose her after all.

Then, he whispered something you didn’t expect. “I'm sorry, Court. This is a mistake, you don’t love me and I don’t love you — you and I both know that. We can’t do this. I have to go.” He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek quickly as she stood, frozen.

You felt a pang of guilt. But then you remembered that she would get over it and be marrying someone filthy rich by the time she was 25 and didn’t feel so bad anymore.

Luke then turned back to you. He jogged down the steps and pulled you into a hug. It was so silent in the church now, you could hear a pin drop.

He grabbed your shoulders and kissed your forehead. “Let’s run away now, I’ll meet you when I’m out of my tux at the back door.”

You nodded, tears in your eyes, and ran towards the double doors of the church. This was the best decision you had ever made.

You stood in the crisp, chilly air, waiting for Luke to come out of the door on the side of the church. Snow fell on your hair and eyelashes and you reached out a hand to catch some flakes.

In only three minutes he’d managed to change back into his black skinny jeans, looking like himself again. You could’ve cried at the sight.

“Hi,” you said. What else do you say to someone when you just got them to call off a marriage at the alter?

His smile grew and he ran forward, nearly tackling you in a giant hug. His hands found the back of your head and his eyes searched your face, memorizing every feature, worried that at any second, he might wake up from this amazing dream. “So glad you were around when they said speak now.”

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morelikesin · 3 years

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You Know You're Cute, Right?

ANOTHER APEX FIC BECAUSE I CANNOT CONTROL MYSELF SKNDLWKDM,, this time I wrote differently than how I normally do - it consists of quick snippets of a day-in-the-life type thing, featuring Mirage-Octane-Bloodhound-Caustic as a polycule 💕 Huge inspo from this song (as well as included in the fic)✨

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Take this as a late Christmas-early New Years gift ✨ Super fluffy and casual type work, with a heavy dash of romanticism because I'll be damned if I'm not a romantic. Fic under the cut 💕💕

"You call your cat sweetheart? 'Zander-"

"Not a word."

Elliott suppressed a snort. That cheeky little smile he had when he found an opening for playful jabs was always so irritating - the kind of irritating that made the scientist want to kiss it right off of him.

"I think it's cute," Octavio hummed, leaning back into the sofa with his arms crossed behind his head. "That means you're cute. Que lindo."

The way Alexander scoffed an "Octavio" would've been more intimidating had it not been for the big, sleepy cat he cradled in his arms. She stretched her big fluffy paws, made a squeak as she yawned, and buried her head into the man's chest.

Blóð smiled.

"Vhatever helps you sleep at night, elskan."

It was incredibly late. The last time they had checked the clock wasn't that long ago, and apparently it was supposed to be sometime around 4 in the morning. It didn't feel that way at all.

They knew it'd kick their ass in the morning - getting so little sleep.

Well, Octavio might be fine. But Elliott had made it a habit to wake up at 8, Blóð still hadn't made much progress on getting more sleep to begin with, Alexander had his internal clock waking him at 7, and they all had somewhere to be at 9. This entire night was probably a huge mistake. They normally try to get to sleep by 2, but admittedly, they may or may not have a bad practice of keeping each other awake for company's sake.

And now that an entirely new subject was brought up after Alexander had rather adoringly picked up Bear, his senior cat, and called her "sweetheart," the prospect of playfully pestering him about his soft spot was all too enticing to go to sleep just yet.

"You've never even called us sweetheart," Octavio began. "You save it for her?"

There was a brief pause. Alexander had kept petting her back paw with his thumb, as his eyes remained averted until he sighed. "It...is something I've grown accustomed to for her, yes."

Elliott made a pleased hum. "Well isn't that just adorable," he teased before leaning over and petting Bear across her back - fur unbelievably soft.

It started as a joke a while ago - the way they noticed how Bear could make anyone sleepy just by looking at her - her cozy looking fur, her sweet little face, her ability to get comfortable and sleep virtually anywhere - but over time the joke had increased its humour when the idea became seemingly true. Alexander occasionally would mention how he'd sometimes stop working at his desk late at night because Bear was sleeping in his lap, and turn in a few hours early compared to his usual 2 in the morning bed time. This was deemed an exaggeration until the three others experienced it for themselves.

This happened to be one of those magical sleepy-Bear moments, as made evident by how Blóð made a quiet yawn shortly after leaning over to give Bear a loving scritch under her chin.

Octavio staved off a matching yawn. He rubbed at his eyes, began to stand, and nodded to Alexander's bed. "We should probably try and get some sleep."

The sun coming in through the blinds was a rude awakening. Elliott instinctually raised an arm to cover his eyes - making a soft groan in annoyance at the bright rays somehow coming through at a perfect angle to hit him in the face. Turning, he lowered his arm and began to sit up slowly as to not wake up the sleeping Octavio who had his arm wrapped around his waist.

Elliott sighed, and leaned down to give him a kiss on the temple. He lingered for a moment before sitting up again and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

He noticed a weight on his legs, and looked to see a peacefully sleeping Bear curled up in a ball. As he went to pet her head, his eyes glanced up to see Blóð sitting in Alexander's desk chair - hands busy sewing a thick-fur item. From the time spent with the hunter, Elliott had picked up on the types of hides they'd hunt and use - this one appearing to be rabbit fur. What they were making, though, wasn't clear yet.

Elliott's voice came deeper, and a bit more throaty in post-sleep fashion, "Morning."

Blóð briefly looked up, gave a gentle smile, and proceeded to look back down to continue their work. "Góðan morgin. How did you sl'leep?"

"Pretty good, considering." He took in a deep breath, and stretched his arms out in front of him. He rested his hands in his lap as he went to speak again, "When did you wake up?"

"Before Alexander, but not by long."

Elliott frowned slightly. Blóð took notice when they looked back up to gauge his reaction. They made an effort to ease his concerns.

"I'm sure Octavio will get me to take a nap vith him later today," they assured, "don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

Elliott made a small hum indicating reluctant agreement. "...Alright. Just promise me to keep doin' what you're doin' - trying t'get more sleep, I mean."

"I promise, ástin."

If Elliott was a sucker for anything, it'd be terms of endearment - especially when they're used so casually. Having all four of them be big on using said terms made for an eternally happy Witt.

"Beloved, right?"

Blóð hummed, "Yes. Closest tr'ranslation I can equate to it." They briefly stopped their handiwork in the wake of a smile they couldn't seem to get rid of. "I'm touched you remembered."

Elliott smirked and made a quiet laugh, turning his head to find the time on the side table clock - 8:21 AM - before looking back over. "I try my best. Making it a goal to learn as much as I can from you and Octavio."

"We find it very sweet," Blóð assured, letting it be known that Octavio and they had seemingly discussed the language efforts before. "Alexander said as much, that you and he were doing so."

"Think I can speak for him when I say that we love learning it. Speaking of him...?"

"He's downstairs."

Elliott made a quiet "Ah." As much as it pained him to do so, he gently lifted Bear and set her on a free spot of the blanket so he could get up - her being left generally unfazed, besides her slightly annoyed tail wag in being moved from her spot.

With Octavio being so small, Elliott could easily leave the bed without disturbing him too much, albeit moving his arm so it wasn't draped across his body anymore. He stretched, walked over to Blóð, and gestured for a kiss. They hummed, seemingly still in their work, but Elliott knew they were keen - the hunter picking up the hint and looking up so their lips could gently meet.

"Que lindo, mis amores."

The two of them made a small hum in surprise before pulling away from one another with a blush. Blóð was smiling to themself shyly, while Elliott made a small chortle and flirted with the newly-awakened Octavio, wearing his darling little smirk.

"Welcome to join us."

Octavio laughed - the sound half-purr, half-grain. "I'd love to. Watching is only so much fun."

He started to rise, stretching his arms upwards and making a groan before reaching over the bed to grab his prosthetics and put them on. Standing, shaking his legs to help himself wake up, he made a small yawn before walking around the bed and giving a kiss to each partner - looking satisfied with himself.

"Big guy downstairs?"

Blóð nodded.

Elliott and Octavio made a mutual decision to go see him - the latter turning around before they headed out the bedroom door to question Blóð. "You comin' down?"

They shook their head, hands busy sewing the fur item again. "I will soon. I von't be long in finishing this."

Octavio nodded, and proceeded to take Elliott's hand as they went downstairs.

Dr. Somers and Alexander seemed to be having a chat when the two made it to the kitchen, their hands busy with mugs of black coffee all the while. Elliott could never understand how people drank their coffee so bitter, much less Octavio.

Dr. Somers was the first to notice the two, as she was facing the stairs leaning against the counter. Giving a small wave and giving a nod to Alexander, she drank from her mug and gave them a minute to exchange expected affections - something she learned the polycule are incredibly prone to do, despite several joking complaints about PDA from the others.

Octavio quipped with a laugh between his words as Elliott and Alexander exchanged a coffee-flavored kiss, "Not even creamer, 'Zander?"

The man bore an amused hum. "Black coffee actually tastes like coffee. You may as well drink candy if you add so much sugar to it."

"You sound old."

"No avoiding that, I'm afraid." He gestured for a kiss, to which Octavio happily gave, before drinking from his mug again. "How did you sleep?"

"Great!"

Elliott gave a "Ditto" in response, though he followed it up with a fitting yawn and a "Wish I slept some more, though."

The statement was seconded by the way Alexander made a soft hum in agreement, and thirded by Octavio and his rightly timed yawn.

Dr. Somers waited a few quiet moments before stepping forward and piping into the conversation. "It'll just be a few stores we stop by, darlin's. Doubt we'll be out that long."

"That's still gonna' be so long," Octavio complained, his voice coming as a whine.

It was common knowledge that Octavio wasn't exactly big on shopping. Elliott, however, could spend all day doing it. If they had to disagree on anything, it'd be how long they were out for things - Alexander and Blóð keeping things relatively frustration-free during a shopping trip, though Blóð would always get antsy to go home if they stayed out longer than a few hours out in a city.

"It'll be fine, babe," Elliott assured the man while rubbing his back. "It's kinda'- kinda' just mainly food shopping, isn't it? You like doing that."

"Aren't we going to the pet store after, though?"

Elliott rose a brow, "'Tavio, are you complaining about that?"

Octavio snorted and began walking to the fridge - grabbing a Bang from inside and popping the can open. "No, para nada - prefer that to everything else, even food."

Mary laughed at that, shaking her head before taking a gulp of coffee and making her way to the living room. Before she left, though, she spoke with her back still facing them, "Oh, remind me t'grab a level while we're out - puttin' up a shelf an' think I lost the one I had."

"Lucky for you, I'm the best at reminding people of things," Elliott half-joked. Mary laughed again and took her leave with a "Thanks."

Being left alone in the kitchen, the three stood in comfortable silence for a few moments. Alexander prompted a question shortly thereafter;

"Is Blóð still upstairs?"

"Yeah," Octavio began, "Think they were working on something - dijo no tardará mucho. I can go see them if-"

The stairs creaked a bit as someone walked down the stairs, causing Octavio to cut himself off as he turned to see who it was. In seeing so, he sighed damn near dreamily and softened his gaze a bit - Elliott and Alexander softening all the same.

Pulling their past-the-waist long black hair behind their jewelry-adorned ear, they rounded the last stair and looked up to see their partners - smiling warmly and lowering their hands to fold their arms. The coyote jaw necklace (that Octavio had gifted them this past holiday, knowing they loved real animal items), that rest against their lower chest rose slightly with every breath, as quaint a detail it was to notice. Not a day goes by do any of them not love seeing their pretty face.

And Elliott made sure to tell them that.

"Not a day goes by do we not love seeing your pretty face."

Blóð bore a chuckle and rolled their eyes, though it didn't mask the rosy blush the comment gave them. "I should say the same for you, ástin."

They unfolded their arms and looked back to the three. They couldn't suppress the amused hum they made in seeing that the three were still checking them out - becoming more flushed and brushing their hair behind their ear again, looking away with a shy smile.

They always looked at each other with such warmth. They got playful tease about it from the others, especially Alexander given he was quite brooding to most things, but the gazes never subsided. They'd like to say they were subtle about it - but everyone else would vote against it. And it'd be true.

They were obvious about it. So sticky-sweet obvious - embraces and hand holding and gazes and kisses and all. They didn't mind.

By 10 till 9, mostly everyone was ready - save for Loba, Renee, and Elliott, who always took a while to clean up to their own high standards. Elliott called from upstairs whether he should wear his orange body mist or his cologne, and with the majority vote leaning towards cologne today - well, he must please the people.

With Renee in tow, Elliott had finally come from upstairs. He looked handsome as ever, however, wearing a black turtleneck and an orange, knee length open-front sweater. His hair looked meticulously tended to, tossed to the opposite side of his pierced right ear and framing his face well.

The cologne served him wonders, too, with Blóð and Alexander taking a clear liking to it.

Octavio walked down the stairs with a pep in his step - smoothing back his hair as best he could just so it could partly fall into his face once again. Swinging around the corner, he spotted his partners and proceeded to greet Blóð and Elliott with a firm smack on their behinds. They were startled, sure, but Elliott only looked down to give Octavio a laugh and a smack of his own, while Blóð merely scoffed in jest.

Octavio bit his lip. "Don't you all look good? Eres tan sexy," he gave a wink while unabashedly checking them out. Blóð was always so pretty, even when showing their strength in the games or when they hunted or chopped wood (Octavio could go on for days about that), Elliott was always so charming and confident (even if his suave attempts happened to fail, they were all the more charming), and the rolled-sleeve button up that was unbuttoned just enough to show collarbone and brief chest on Alexander was something Octavio (and the other two, admittedly) would store in the memory bank for personal satisfaction.

"¿Qué hubo?"

"Just talkin' about whatever." Elliott adjusted the cuffs of his orange jacket sleeves, rolling them up his forearm a bit. He took notice of Octavio's outfit. "You gonna' be alright out there? You know I love you in your crop tops, but-"

Octavio made a "Pshhh" and scrunched his nose up a bit in response to that, cutting him off. "I'll be fine, bebé. Can't be that cold outside, can it?"

Alexander seemed to check his phone for confirmation on that. "Sixty degrees."

Elliott did find the temperature better than he had anticipated, but still swiveled his head back to Octavio with brows furrowed in concern.

"You don't even have a jacket."

"I can grab one before we go."

Elliott seemed satisfied by that and left the discussion there.

Loba came downstairs, holding the car keys and jangling them as her other hand brushed her hair past her shoulder. "Any takers on being driver?"

Alexander motioned her to give the keys to him, to which she happily did - she was a great driver, but happened to not be particularly fond of doing so, rather liking going on drives as a passenger.

Octavio quickly claimed shotgun.

Before they left, Blóð gave Octavio the fur item they'd been sewing earlier - the latter finding that it was a soft rabbit fur coat. The delight in his face was all Blóð needed to feel assured that he liked it, and helped him put it on. It was a little big, and just how Octavio liked his sweaters and coats. To all of their agreement, he looked rather stylish in it.

They were out for most of the afternoon, starting with a two hour Costco trip (that Octavio nearly made his partners carry him for), several smaller shops in between just to browse, a liquor store to buy champagne and sauvignon to celebrate New Years tonight (along with sparkling juice for Octavio who nay drank alcohol), and a hardware store mainly for Mary to pick up that level Elliott reminded her of. By 4:30, their last store of the day was the pet store - everyone individually needing one thing or another.

When they got inside, Elliott asked his partners if they could accompany him for a minute - guiding them to the aquarium section and proposing something.

"Pick one of these guys that you like," Elliott gestured to the wall of individually kept male betta fish, of all sorts of colors and sizes. "You remember those 5 gallon tanks I got a while back? Thought I'd use 'em, and thought a' you guys."

Like Blóð was simply an animal person, and how Octavio and Alexander were cat people, Elliott was partial towards fish. The two large tanks he manages in the living room are rather serene, and despite Renee's concerns, the fish kept there seem to love the foot traffic of everyone coming through.

"One collectively, or-?"

Elliott shook his head, politely cutting Alexander off, "Three total. Was thinking you all pick one, and I set their tanks up in my room. I-I thought it was a cute idea, I dunno'-"

"It's sweet, actually," Alexander softly spoke.

"Think so?"

Blóð made a content hum - leaning down a bit and surveying the curious little fish to see which one stood out to them. "Incr'redibly, my love."

Octavio's approval was nonverbal, made of him apparently finding which one he wanted immediately and picking up the container the little guy was kept in. He looked to Elliott with stars in his eyes and a grin, "Can we name them?"

Elliott chortled and waved his hand dismissively, "I enco- en- enco- implore you to."

"Octavio Dos."

His answer was so quick the others couldn't help but bear a laugh.

And by the time everyone was at checkout, there was definite fawning over the three new additions to Elliott's personal tanks - Ljón, the cream-colored, fiesty little thing that had fins flowing long behind him that Blóð adored, Violet, the red, pink, and white dumbo betta that was adorably curious much to Alexander's affection, and the deep-red colored Octavio Dos.

On the way home, it was decided to just grab something to eat on the way - near everyone could cook, but the idea of standing around in the kitchen to cook for fifteen people was lost.

Natalie passed the aux cord to Octavio, who was just taking his coat off for the ride home. He looked a little beyond himself.

"You trust me with the music? Wow - what'd they put in these fries?"

Natalie held off on a laugh while she tried to finish chewing, though her smile was tell enough on her amusement. "I actually like your music taste."

Makoa requested simply, "Nothing too dirty though, please, Silva."

"Me? Liking dirty music?" Octavio snorted, "You know me so well. How about flirty music?"

The man chortled. "That works, brotha'."

Octavio hooked the cord to his phone, and swiped his screen for a few moments before stopping on something. He looked hesitant, briefly, and pressed his screen. He set his phone down and put his hand on Alexander's, their arms both resting on the armrest.

The song sounded so dreamy. When the intro became a little more recognizable, before the lyrics, Loba made a snort from the back.

"You like this song?"

Octavio feigned offense, looking back to her with a "Of course I like this song!"

He shook his head and laughed softly - looking over to Blóð, who sat behind Alexander, he sang over the song and moved his hand from Alexander to cup their face.

"You're so uwu," his voice came sweet and a bit grainy, moving his hand from their cheek to their chin. Blóð practically giggled - blushing and leaning forward into his touch.

"You make me wanna' do," Octavio took his hand away and gave them a wink, "Naughty things to you - all these things to you, you."

Elliott joined the flirt-singing, joining Octavio in the chorus while they oh-so shamelessly wooed their other two partners (and each other, mind you). The others would've said a joke about it, but Ajay was busy holding Natalie's hand and cuddling up to her, while Anita was busy running her hand through Loba's hair and speaking quietly amongst themselves. The others didn't have the heart to interrupt their moment.

Besides, the song was catchy.

"You know you're cute, right?" Octavio sung in Alexander's direction, who shook his head. Still, he wore a soft smile and kept his hand reached over to rub Octavio's thigh.

Elliott leaned over to the side behind Octavio's seat, Blóð matching the movement from the opposite side, and wrapped an arm around the hunter's waist. He continued the phrase with a cocky smile, "Cute as a button-"

Then the two sang together, "Undoing the buttons and pushing your buttons, I just wanna' get you right-"

It was a red light, and so Alexander took the opportunity to lean over and kiss Octavio - lingering for a moment or two before pulling away and focusing back on the road just in time for the light to turn green.

Octavio's heart was a puddle.

Blóð reached a free hand across the armrest to drape his hand over the one Alexander had over Octavio's leg, their fingers soft and gentle in the way they caressed the back of both their hands. Elliott went to continue singing the song, but Octavio stole a kiss much to his surprise. He hummed, and just before they pulled away, Elliott opened his eyes and let his gaze linger at the man driving.

The glimpse of one another was quick, but just as warm as everything else, and left Elliott with a bigger smile than previously.

Octavio pulled up his leg that wasn't currently the resting place of Alexander's and Blóð's, resting his arm on his knee.

He was so lucky.

And finally by 6, everyone was tuckered out - ready to take some personal time alone before reconvening later tonight for celebrations. Putting groceries away, Elliott setting up the bettas (as well as having a bit of an audience while doing so), and having a pre-celebratory drink from the sauvignon left the group in need of a quick sit-down. They found themselves just comfortable in the living room, along with Bear and Octavio's cat, Octave, sleeping on one of the couches. Rightly, this was the couch the four of them decided to occupy.

Renee crossed her legs, her black-painted nails running over the leather of her knee-high boots. "Any plans before tonight?"

"Oh?" Tae Joon began, "I thought we were just going to be alone before- ah, ten tonight?"

"I'm just wondering if that was the time we could agree on."

Octavio gave a nod. "Should work for me, at least. I plan on getting blasted, hah."

There was a heavy silence - his other partners looking rather surprised and, especially Blóð, flushed upon hearing that.

Elliott cleared his throat. "Come again?"

Anita snorted at his wording. Elliott gave a quick "Not- not what I meant, uh-"

Renee shrugged, wearing a look painfully smug. "I mean...a bit too much information, but I'm sure that'll go well."

Alexander cleared his throat.

Octavio, despite his nature to immediately take things dirty, just now got what the issue was. And did he find it hilarious.

Through a series of snorts and laughs, he reiterated what he meant; "If I meant I was gonna' get pounded, I would just say that-"

Blóð, Elliott, and Alexander made a simultaneous "Octavio-!"

He kept laughing, shaking his head, "I meant- like, I'm gonna' smoke a joint. Ay, Dios mío - but hey, if that other option is on the table-"

There was another simultaneous "Octavio!" and it seemed to get him to stop talking and simply laugh. He and the others found this absolutely hilarious, leaving his partners to be lost for words and red in the face.

Octavio snorted, and dared to entertain a final joke.

"Like a refreshment."

"What?" Loba narrowed her eyes, leaning forward in interest in what he could possibly say right now.

"Y'know," Octavio snickered, "Quickie's like a refreshment. And there's four of us - heh, call that a concession stand."

Loba couldn't hold the shocked, boisterous laugh she made hearing that - no one really could.

There was a silence after the laughter died down. It was broken when Ajay snorted, though.

"Stop encouraging him-!" Elliott near scrambled to say, but was cut short when Ajay gave him a laugh and a 'look.'

"I know the one flirting wit' 'im all day isn't telling me t' not encourage him. Don't act like you don't like this."

Elliott quickly bit his tongue and raised his hands in the air.

"Touché."

Another small bout of quiet settled.

Loba snorted.

Octavio looked at her, and when their eyes met, they both snorted, and had to turn away to not outright laugh.

Given the situation, a little fun was wanted out of it. Of course, trivia about one another was a frequent, and a favourite, activity amongst themselves. If they all had any one exact thing in common, it'd be that they were all unabashedly nosy.

Loba uncrossed, then recrossed, her legs as she sat up a little. "Truth or dare without the dare, anyone?"

"I think that's a thing called 'having a conversation,'" Anita jokingly mocked.

"Then let's have one." Loba hummed, "I actually had a question for you," she pointed a nude-shade manicured finger towards Dr. Nox, who looked suddenly surprised.

"What is it?"

The woman leaned forward a bit, cusping her hand around her face as if she was telling a secret - the hand facing no one, ultimately defeating the purpose - and talking somewhat low but audible for everyone to still hear.

"Be honest. Is that sweetheart thing true, or was Octavio being dramatic?"

"Oh my god."

His exasperated expression made his partners in particular so delightfully entertained - Octavio especially, laughing and giving a shrug as he left the man to answer the question for himself. He must've mentioned it to them when they were at a store earlier today.

"The people are waiting," Ajay chimed in. It earned the approval of Loba, as told by the way she looked smug about someone else prodding it.

Alexander lifted his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose in thought, and when he couldn't stave the answer off any longer he was brought to the doorstep of needing to say something.

With hesitation, he sighed. "True enough that she responds to it as well as her actual name."

As if on cue, right after he finished speaking and everyone was ready to pull the expected "big guy soft for a cat" card, Bear shifted her position from simply lying beside him to lying on her side and pressing her face against his upper leg. Despite it all, the instinct to lower a hand and pet her big sweet face was lost not in the man.

The onslaught of "Aww!"s would've been anticipated.

#apex legends #apex caustic #apex bloodhound #apex mirage #apex octane #my work #my art #don't steal #original #morelikesin #traditional art

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satanschild01 · 4 years

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No All Might? That’s Alright Prt3

Izuku Midoriya Fanfiction

A/N: In all honesty this took me way too long just to finish writing this chapter, but I pushed through so I guess it’s fine. I’ve created a AO3 account recently and I’ve posted all of my previous fanfictions there so if you want to check me out, you can find me as SatansChild

Hope you all stay safe and wear a mask if you can't physically distance.Hope to update soon!

Catch you on the flip side ~ Em

Photo used in this fic was referenced from original picture from anime, I did draw this photo jtlyk

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Trigger warning: Talk about death

Word Count: 2633

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

After making sure all of the blood was no longer on his uniform, Closing his eyes, Izuku steeled himself to walk into the All Might shrine that was his room. Sure, he still wanted to be a hero, and he admired All Might’s strength, but he couldn’t stand to be surrounded by posters and figurines of a man who couldn’t offer any sort of encouragement to a child who clearly needed it. Izuku pulled some cardboard boxes out from his closet and started filling them with everything All Might. Oboro didn’t make a sound during the time he cleaned out his room, which he was grateful for. Even though he could just feel Oboro wanting to ask questions.

“So what are you going to do about all this stuff?” Oboro asked as Izuku changed his All Might sheets with regular black ones “You seem like such a big fan...it just seems like a waste just to keep it all in boxes.”

Izuku shrugged his shoulders.”I’m not much of a fan anymore.” he lied to mostly himself rather than to Oboro, “I guess I’ll just donate the stuff later.” Once his walls were finally bare, Izuku stuffed the now full boxes to the back of his closet and flopped onto his bed. The room stayed silent for a moment until Izuku broke the ice, “I don’t want to intrude on your personal life…but can you tell me about yourself?” he asked

“Well for the fact that I witnessed and helped you with some pretty deep stuff, it sorta would be rude if I didn’t tell you something about my previous life,” Oboro said cheekily

“H-how long have you been...you know…” Izuku paused not really wanting to complete the question.

“...dead?” Izuku nodded “I was in my second year of high school when I died and I would be 29 by now so...close to 12 years I think?” Izuku sat there on his bed frozen

‘12 years is a long time to be a ghost or spirit to not have passed on, that is if people actually pass onto another place once they die’ Izuku thought to himself

“I was patrolling around Tasomiya Ward with one of my best friends when there was a villain attack...I was working on saving some kids when debris fell on top of me...when I woke up I was like how I am now, I couldn’t find my body anywhere so I just...travelled around…” Oboro seemed to quiet down at mentioning that he never found his body to move onto another life, so Izuku thought of ways to change the current mood of the room.

“So you were a hero in training or something?” he asked, face full of wonder, Oboro hummed in affirmation “What school did you go to?”

“I went to U.A”

“Wait really?!” Izuku exclaimed excitedly, “that's so cool!”

They continued talking and asking questions back and forth, before falling into a comfortable silence. A few minutes past before Izuku took a deep breath

“I...I’m sorry,” Izuku said quietly, slowly curling into himself

"Why would you be sorry kid?" Oboro’s voice was full of confusion. But Izuku only curled in on himself further.

"If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be stuck here." As if anyone wanted to be bound to some stupid Deku...like him. And here he thought it was a whole coincidence that Oboro was with him. But instead, he just took whatever type of freedom he had to begin with.

"Hey, no! Stop that. Izuku that's not true! I'm here because I want to be!" The warmth spread all over him and he couldn't help but lean into it. “I said I'd make a hero out of you and I still plan on it."

Izuku looked up only to see the ceiling of his room, lifting his arm up to the sky and let it just float there (like what every kid does while laying on there bed contemplating on what to do next). "I wish I could see you again."

Oboro hummed. Seeming to think something through. "I don’t think there’s much out there since I was only a second-year when I died, but there could be some photos of me with friends or an article"

Izuku seemed to take that as a challenge as he went to his computer. "What did you choose to be your hero name?"

"Loud Cloud."

After scouring the web for a couple of minutes nothing showed up except for an old article from the Nikkei Shimbun newspaper, reporting the death of hero-in-training Loud Cloud. Izuku quickly exited that site choosing to search for something different. “What’s your full name Oboro?”

“Oh that’s right I didn’t tell you my full name, it is Oboro Shirakumo” Oboro replied

“Oboroshirikumo...oboroshirikumooo….here!” Izuku exclaimed pointing at the monitor’s screen. “This photo was tagged saying ‘Curry eating competition at U.A’s School Festival. Winner Hizashi Yamada from class 2-A!’ it also says the names of the people in the photo are; Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, and Oboro Shirakumo.”

“Oh, I remember that!” Oboro cried out laughing “The curry was soo spicy I was freaking out because I couldn’t find anything to soothe my burning throat!”

“So that’s you in the back then?” Izuku asked pointing towards a teenager who seems to be freaking out.

Oboro chuckles “Yep, the other two were my best friends!”

“Yamada looks sorta familiar what’s his hero name?” Izukku asked, curious on why the 16-year-old looked so familiar to him

“Unless he changed it before becoming a pro, which he probably would not, his hero name is Present Mic.”

Izuku sputtered “W-wait you were close friends with THE Present Mic?!” Oboro hummed in agreement while Izuku had his miny freak out “

“Oh my god that is socool!Ilistentohisradioshoweveryday,andhe’ssuchanamazinghero,likeevenifheisdeafduetohisquirkhedoesn’tletitbotherhiman-” He stopped hearing the sound of laughter coming around his room and his lamp flickering

"Aw jeez, that’s amazing Hizashi got to get that radio show he wanted." There was a quick blast of warmth flooding around his back and chest resembling a hug. "Well anyway, you should probably head to bed. You have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow and a long way to go before you can have a chance at being accepted into UA!"

"What are you going to do while I sleep?" Izuku asked, eyes slowly drooping.

"I'm going to see how far I can go without being next to you, and have a look around and exploring a bit. No need to worry. I'll make sure to be careful and be here in the morning." He seemed to pick up on his anxieties. Izuku felt warmth as Oboro slowly pet his hair back. "Goodnight, Izuku."

The next morning Izuku woke up to warmth pulsing on his right cheek. "Hey kid it’s time to get up! You have training to do! Up and at ‘em!" Oboro’s voice was overly joyful and Izuku felt very unwilling to get out of bed.

"Mm...just a bit longeeeer." He groaned turning himself over facing away from where he guesses Oboro is standing (floating?).

"Fair warning Izuku my jokes are terrible, everyone at school would always runaway once I started and I haven’t been able to talk to actual people in so long! If spaghetti were to have it’s own action movie, what would it be called?.... Mission im-pasta-ble. What did the pot eat on it’s birthday?....pancakes. What do you call a camel in a drought?....A dry hu- "

Finally, Izuku jerked up, covering his ears. “Okay. Okay, I’m up! No need to finish that.” His face started to burn a light pink across his face, (knowing what the end of the joke was) as he started to kick the blankets off only to turn towards the window and see barely any light outside. "Wha- Oboro!! The sun isn’t even out yet!"

He turned glaring into thin air hoping to make contact with him.

"Yes, it is, Izu. It's just reeeally early in the morning. There is plenty of time for you to get ready and eat before we go out for a morning run!" He was being weirdly energetic about the whole ordeal, but Izuku knew he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Heading to the bathroom, Izuku ran a brush through his wild curly hair and brushed his teeth. Going back to his room, Obroro pipped up. "It's a bit cool outside so I suggest you wear some long sleeves."

The entire way to his closet Izuku muttered incoherent things. In the end, he opted to wear a plain black shorts and a long-sleeved shirt with written kanji saying 'tank-top' with his old dusty sneakers because his red sneakers were still on top of the roof.

Before heading out Izuku ate some toast and an orange. If he got hungry later on their run he could always eat more when they got back. As Izulu started to leave the apartment Izuku tripped over an unmarked box that was just left in front of the door.

"Ooo I wonder what it is!” Oboro seemed quite enthusiastic as Izuku went to open the box revealing his faded red shoes and yellow backpack.

"Wai-how-who found my stuff?" Izuku asked immediately putting the bag by the door and quickly changing between uncomfortable and comfortable shoes.

"I don’t know, when I got back from wandering around the package was just...there."

"Maybe someone found it and found out where I live from my contact info and address was written inside…?” Izuku wondered out loud.

“I guess so,” Oboro said looking to the bright sight of things.

‘But what if it was...All Might. Yeah, I’m glad that I don’t have to go back up there to collect my things but...I don’t want to have to depend on All Might to help me with my own problems.’

“Hey don’t think like that Izu! I know you’re not a huge fan of the guy, but you don’t have to beat yourself down like that. I know you’re better than that” Oboro spoke sternly trying to make a point, but that soon backfired as warmth spread through his body.

“Hold up- could you always hear my thoughts?” Izuku questioned as he started to jog away from the apartment.

“So far I can heat some things. Like your thoughts that way heavily on you emotionally. But it could possibly work to talk to me through your mind. So you don’t look like a freak talking to themselves.” Oboro quickly informs Izuku as to not worry him.

Sighed Izuku. That was true. Though he kept thinking about it as he jogged. As they passed Dagobah Municipal Beach, the sun had started to rise. Taking in a deep breath was the wrong reason as Izuku cringed from the awful smell of garbage. Despite the smell, Izuku took a break, taking a seat at the entrance.

"Oh gross. What is this place?" Oboro asked with a clear sound of disgust in his voice.

"Well," Izuku started."This is Dagobah Municipal Beach Park. It has accumulated trash coming from the sea for years, turning it from a beautiful beach spot into a trash heap for everyone's unwanted or broken belongings." It was really a shame. As a kid, Izuku recalled going to the beach. Lie under a beach umbrella, making sandcastles. But by the time he was tall enough into the water, it was already flooded with trash by then.

"That's terrible." Oboro seemed deeply upset about this actually. It made Izuku want to do something about it. But before Izuku could voice his thoughts Oboro spoke up.

“Hey Izu, could we make a quick visit to a convenience store?”

“Sure...what exactly do you want me to get?” Izuku asked, despite having an idea what Oboro was thinking.

“Well...you’re going to need to get some garbage bags and some gloves.”

Izuku then dashed towards the nearest convenience store with determination in his eyes. A frail-looking lady turned the key to open the doors as he walked by. Causing her to recoil in slight shock, Izuku realized that with his rapid approach he had frightened her. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I'd just come to purchase some garbage bags and some gloves.

The older woman seemed to soften something about his face as she smiled and opened his door. "Sure thing, they’re both in the last aisle on your right."

Before she went inside, Izuku thanked her and smiled back. He quickly found what he was looking for and brought a box of trash bags and a pair of workers gloves onto the counter.

"What's the hurry, son? Why do you need trash bags this early in the morning? You aren't trying to cause trouble are you?" the old woman pointed to Izuku with an accusing finger, and he shook his head quickly.

"Oh no, ma'am! I thought that I could just try and clean the beach up! I passed it while I was on my morning run!" Izuku assured, voicing Oboro’s plan

At this, the elder woman gently smiles while scanning the items. “Wow, is that right?” she said astonished, “ You know how long that place has been a mess? What makes you believe you can do it all by yourself?"

Her words weren't really painful, she was just being realistic. He knew she was right. He certainly had no obligation to clean up the beach. He could have just ignored it and easily went about his day. But he knew if he wanted to be a hero then he would need to start off the roots of how heroes came to be. How they used to work. Heroes in the beginning didn’t do what they did for fame. No. They didn’t care for the recognition they would get. They did it because they just wanted to help.

“That’s the thing, ma’am. I thought that it wouldn’t hurt to try. It’s also a great way to work out, instead of having to buy workout equipment or get a gym membership!” Izuku brightly smiles towards the lady as he handed her the money to buy his items.

“Well, I wish you luck, kid. I’m guessing that you’ll need a place to put the trash you collect.” She stated, Izuku smiling sheepishly at her rubbing the back of his head she continued, “There are two dumpsters in the alley behind the store, they get taken every Monday.”

"Thank you, ma'am!" Izuku said genuinely as he headed for the door. He didn't think too much about how he would dispose of the garbage, so it was good to have one offered.

Oboro began to laugh as Izuku jogged back towards the beach. "Cheaper than having to buy workout equipment or get a gym membership! Man, how true that is nowadays!”

The first garbage bags were packed very quickly. broken bottles, cans of beer, old and rotting newspaper, all of it was poured into the trash bag. Plastic, paper, glass, etc. Izuku could take them to a recycling center! He was already pumped about this new project when Oboro spoke up.

“Hey, Izu, before you toss that into the bag” placing his hand on Izuku’s making him feel warmth blossom closest to the soda, can packaging he was holding in that hand. “make sure you cut each circle so if they end up in wildlife again then animals won’t get their heads stuck inside.”

Izuku's eyes lit up as he started to tear apart each loop before placing it in one of the bags used for recycling. Soon Izuku had used up a quarter of the box of trash bags gone and only had 6x5 feet rectangle cleared of the beach.

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pbandjesse · 4 years

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We are sitting in the car waiting for James to get his bike all attached to the back. Which is taking a little while but that's okay. I'm just really tired. We just finished dinner with his family again and it was excellent and a lot of fun. But we did a lot today and I am just really looking forward to sleep.

I did sleep okay last night. But I heard everyone awake around 9 so I got up too.

To find that the water was turned off. Because one of the water heaters in the building broke. Dang. So I washed my face and brushed my teeth with my water bottle.

I felt pretty good. James and Jess were having coffee. And James had scones baking for us. I finished getting dressed. And soon Jess was sitting with me and we were doing our makeup together. It was fun.

Eventually we headed out and walked over to the café for real breakfast.

And it was good. And I am glad we have two nice cafés in walking distance. But mostly I was just really happy to be with Jess. I'm sad she's going home tomorrow because this weekend has been excellent.

Once we were done with breakfast we headed back to the house to get the car.

Off to the thrift stores we went. They were calling for snow but it only lasted a few minutes once we were inside and then it was just horrible rain. But that was okay.

I had an interaction that upset me a little though and could have dampened my whole day but I saved it. Through kindness. Me and Jess were looking at stuff and went over to the toys and another girl our age was looking took and she found a baby furby. And I was so upset I didn't find it first but excited for her. And her boyfriend came over and was like I saw that! And I said to them it's a lamb baby and they are my favorite and if you don't get it I will. And he said they are trying to fix some furbies right now and I was like that's so cool. And was trying to be positive but then she shot me a look and was putting off this vibe like she was upset with me. Like I was trying to take that furby from her. And I wasnt! I was just excited. So we walked away.

But then I was sad. And Jess went to look at shirts while I looked at coats. But I was sad and trying to shake it.

But I told Jess why I was sad and shook it off best I could and we went to look at dressed.

We loaded up this cart. Just everything we even only kind of liked went in the cart. It was hilarious. I went around the corner to the other dresses and there the girl who got the furby was. And I decided to reach out and have a conversation. Turns out she sells nostalgic 80s and 90s toys on ebay! And I told her about my Instagram and now we follow each other. And I told her if she posts furbies I'll make a post about it! It was so nice and it made me feel 1000% better.

Once me and Jess decided we had enough things we went to the dressing room. Jess went first and I organized the cart so our stuff was easier to grab. She tried on some ridicules things I picked out for her. And many just silly things she found. But she found some stuff she looked beautiful in and it was just really fun to see what she found. I tried things on a lot quicker even though I had about the same amount of stuff. I ended up getting a couple dresses and skirts. But my main great find of the day was an LL Bean jacket in light blue that I am so obsessed with. Im going to wear it tomorrow. It was a maybe at first and I actually put it back because its a little big. But I couldnt stop thinking about it and it was only $7.

The line to check out was very long. So we wandered around for a while longer. Jess found this really neat faux antique mirror but it would have been a huge production to get it to New York. So after much hemming and hawing it was left. But I did find a kneeling chair and I have wanted one for as long as I can remember so that was a well spent $15. We spent a good amount of money but we got so much stuff. Including 2 really great pairs of shoes. One are beetle boots in blue velvet with buttons, and the other are leather shoes with sherpa interior that spills out and they are while but incredible. Im really jazzed about them.

We finished up there and it was raining. But we got to the car in one piece and headed to the small goodwill down the street. I do not like this goodwill. I find them rude. But we each got one good thing. She got a bottle shaped like a fish and I got those hand gripper exercise things I wanted. But I got really upset because there was an amazing vintage suitcase I wanted to buy that didnt have a price ad that goodwill wont just go to the back and find out and they have signs about it all over. And I was just really bummed. And they were like. Well you could try again tomorrow. And my feelings are this store, of all the good wills Ive been too, has the highest amount of unpriced stuff I have seen. And they wont sell it without a price! But they also wont put a price on it. Like guys. You are just wasting everyones time. You continue to be the worst goodwill. It sucks.

So I just felt upset and wanted to go. We wanted a snack so off we went to the amish market. Except somehow I chose the wrong one? this was not the one I had been to before. It was very strange. But we did find one and I got a pretzel and she got a pickle and it was nice to walk around for a coupe minutes before we were back on the road.

We went to the other goodwill. But honestly I was a little burnt out on shopping. I didnt want to look at anymore clothes. She did get a pretty excellent planter and I got an amazing 4 set of plates shaped like sea shells. They are great. But thats all we got. And that was just fine.

We went to a diner for a late lunch. It was so cute and chrome. My favorite type of diner. The food was good but alll very hot. And I was starting to get tired.

We were about to be on our way home when I remeberd one of the things I wanted to accompish today was getting more snails and maybe a second frog and a heater. So we tried a pet store near where we were. No luck. So into Towson we went where we had great luck. I got 3 black snails. The same kind as my white ones. And a heater. No frog but as soon as we got home and got everything inside I put the snails in the tank and its like a switch was turned on in the frog.

He starts swimming around. And the snails werent all the way out of their shells yet but he was just sitting and as soon as they started moving he started moving. And now they are all motering around in the tank and I am so excited. He seems so much happier now. And the tank is already free of old worms and food. This is great.

Me and Jess sat in the living room taking tags off. And figuring out where James was. I knew he was with his friend but we were going ice skating and wasnt sure if we were waiting for him.

But we ended up going and meeting him there and it was a blast. It was so nice skating with Jess and we took pictures and I just had a really good time. James got upset after we left because he somehow lost a glove. But I keep telling him its okay. But hes mad at himself. I wish he wasnt but it happens.

We all left there and had dinner with his family again. Very expensive weekend! But the food and company was lovely. We were there until like 1030 and we were also celebrating James's mom's birthday and it was just really good. I felt really happy. But also really tired.

But once we went back to the park to get his bike we headed home. Which is where Im finishing this post. Jess just got a shower and I am going to do that next. I am very happy but also very sleepy. And tomorrow is another day. I hope you all sleep great. Have a wonderful night. Pray for snow.

#ootd #day off #friend #jess #ice skating #happy #thrift stores #saturday

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Janis & Jimmy

Janis: 💕 Jimmy: afternoon Janis: you wish Jimmy: Hang on, I love to serve ☕ what have you heard? Janis: oh soz Janis: obvs it's your passion and calling Jimmy: that's better tah Janis: got time to chat to me or you too busy being in love with the work Jimmy: you saying I can't do both? bit rude Jimmy: 🥇 me Janis: 😏 Janis: then tell me something I don't know Jimmy: you're planning the 2nd date Jimmy: so crack on Janis: but you did such a 🥇 job Janis: plus that means you get the 3rd and everyone knows thats the best one Jimmy: If you ain't up to the challenge, babe Janis: did I say that Jimmy: said it for you 💕 Janis: very rude Janis: 😒 Jimmy: you gonna prove me wrong then or what? Janis: keen Janis: but alright, it's a yet to be determined date Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: any chance I can tell you something you do know now? Janis: I'll allow it Jimmy: Alright Jimmy: I miss you Janis: I miss you too Janis: even if this beds more comfy without you Jimmy: actually 💔 Jimmy: I ain't gonna hurry back then, smoothie in hand Janis: didn't say I liked it Janis: 😞 Janis: don't be mean Jimmy: Oi who's 💔 who here Janis: me Jimmy: Baby Janis: when are you back, actually Jimmy: not for a bit Jimmy: 🎻🎻🎻 Janis: least you've got the orchestra keeping you company Janis: what about me Jimmy: you've got the 🐕 Janis: you don't even like the dog, not fair Janis: send Pete, you're being selfish Jimmy: I don't like classic FM either Jimmy: & Pete ain't in yet Jimmy: got any more 🎯 you wanna take or what? Janis: ugh, can this day get any worse Janis: new girl in? Jimmy: gets 1st dibs on every shift going her Jimmy: what do you reckon? Janis: poor baby Janis: remember when you were the favourite Jimmy: Piss off, it's your fault I ain't Janis: Oi, don't Jimmy: I never said it mattered to any dickhead but my manager Janis: well Janis: mia too, obvs Jimmy: she posted owt yet? Janis: not that I've seen Janis: not looked that hard, like Jimmy: 🤞 she's 💀💀💀 from her 💔 Janis: or she needs a new 👃 Jimmy: Can Gracie even 👊 that hard? Janis: probably not Janis: but her bones are brittle Jimmy: that solves that she's turned to dust Jimmy: one bit crumbled and there was nowt to stop the rest from going an' all Janis: meh, she's like voldemort Janis: do a little human sacrifice with the remaining and she'll be back stronger than ever Jimmy: looks like him, yeah Janis: what's that make gracie Jimmy: the one with all the hair and insanity Janis: 😂 Janis: checks out Janis: she was in 💘 with him Jimmy: there you go then Janis: she wishes her tits were that big Jimmy: might have given her the time of day if they were Janis: you or voldemort Jimmy: both probably Janis: 🙄 Janis: shut up Jimmy: what you doing today other than wishing my bed was bigger an' all Janis: size don't matter, babe Jimmy: 😱😱😱 Jimmy: why you trying to make me cry? Janis: gotta have a hobby Janis: seeing as I've fuck all else to do Jimmy: well I were gonna ask you what I'd have to do for you to get you to do my 🍀 homework Jimmy: but now I don't trust you not to let the 🐕 eat it Janis: a lot Janis: don't do homework 🤓 Jimmy: go on Jimmy: name it Janis: let me think Jimmy: 👌 Jimmy: keep in mind I ain't done a single piece since I got here Janis: then why bother Janis: pointless subject Jimmy: don't want them giving my dad a bell Janis: don't expect to pass Jimmy: they said I had the hols to crack on and 'show willing' nowt's been said about 🥇 Janis: write with my right hand Janis: 👍 Jimmy: Alright, super spy, calm down Janis: hardly Janis: you're northern, needs to be illegible Jimmy: what do you want then? Janis: do it for free Janis: as it's my fault you aren't favourite anymore Jimmy: must be 💕 Janis: you know I don't like being in debt Jimmy: you know I don't give a shit about no employee of the month 🏆 Jimmy: I'd take being 🥇 with you on that counter over owt else Janis: you don't regret it Jimmy: that you saying you do? Janis: no Janis: was asking Jimmy: did you think I did? Janis: maybe Janis: idk Jimmy: come here and I'll show you how I really feel Janis: if you're going to throw coffee on me, I'd rather we skip the audience Jimmy: if that's a kink of yours I can get you a job Jimmy: happens near every shift that Janis: not sure I want you training me Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: so mean today you Janis: 🤷 Jimmy: roll over and get out the other side of my bed tah Janis: what's it to ya Jimmy: no 😭😭😭 in front of or on the customers Jimmy: bit of a rule Janis: no need to cry, boy Janis: I'll stay away Jimmy: 👍 Janis: I am taking your dog though Janis: will bring it back Jimmy: keep it Jimmy: 🤷 Janis: more trouble than she's worth Jimmy: tell me something I don't know Janis: bark is almost scary if you don't know her Jimmy: 😂 to who? Jimmy: 🙀 you, babe Janis: 😒 Janis: better than nothing, thank you Jimmy: is it? Janis: 🤞 Jimmy: keep telling you to just leave her in the park Jimmy: too nice you Janis: if she don't pull her weight then I will Janis: sell her instead Jimmy: nowt she can do so crack on Janis: I'm giving her a last chance Janis: nothing if not fair Jimmy: nowt if not 😍 Jimmy: 🐕💕 Janis: don't be jealous Janis: not going nowhere fun Jimmy: don't have to be to beat what I'm up to Janis: where the 🎻 got to? Jimmy: every dickhead's due a break Janis: just don't let the 🎺 smoke Janis: ruin their livelihood Jimmy: be a bit rude if I were the one to stop them Jimmy: 😎🚬 Janis: gotta be tough, babe Jimmy: that'll be why I need you Janis: don't make me soft Jimmy: why would I do that? Janis: you always do and I Jimmy: You want me to stop? Janis: no Janis: I just need to be tough right now Jimmy: Alright Janis: just gotta do something Janis: if it goes smoothly, maybe I'll catch you on your break? Jimmy: 👌 Jimmy: in a bit then Janis: Actually? Janis: or are you just mad Jimmy: what have I got to be 😒 about? Janis: if you're not then good Jimmy: 👍 Janis: 🙌🎊 Jimmy: aint you got something on? Janis: en-route Janis: but alright Jimmy: won't be alright when the 🐕 pulls you into the road and to your 💀💀💀 Janis: okay dad Janis: capable of walking and dog walking, as it goes Jimmy: stop pissing about Jimmy: and leave it out Janis: how am I Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: 😑 Jimmy: why are you being weird? Janis: Don't call me weird Jimmy: that's not an answer Janis: You don't want one Janis: we wanna move on from all that shit Janis: not bring more up Jimmy: if you're gonna be off with me then yeah, I do Janis: Just Jimmy: What? Janis: I don't know what I want Janis: I don't wanna talk about it but I still wanna talk to you Janis: bu then I can't 'cos I've got nothing else on my brain 'cept Jimmy: I'll sort it for you and stop talking to you for a bit Janis: 👌👌 Janis: great Jimmy: I ain't gonna force to you say owt you don't wanna so there's nowt else I can do Jimmy: is there? Janis: Whatever Janis: helped me make up my mind Janis: won't bother you anymore Jimmy: Don't be a dickhead Jimmy: you know where I am if you wanna see me Jimmy: we don't have to talk Janis: You Jimmy: you Janis: This is ridiculous Jimmy: leave it out then Janis: why can't you, dickhead Jimmy: I love you Jimmy: tell me what to fucking do Janis: I'm sorry Janis: I didn't mean to do this Jimmy: What are you trying to do? Janis: the other night Janis: when I went Janis: I did something stupid Janis: I'm trying to fix it, do something good Jimmy: You're alright though Jimmy: whatever happened Jimmy: you're alright Janis: Yeah Janis: but I still need to undo something Jimmy: I'll give you a hand Janis: you're too nice Janis: people are dicks Janis: me especially Jimmy: You're nice Jimmy: and we're a team Janis: I'm shit at this Janis: actually shit Jimmy: Bollocks Jimmy: you're so good Jimmy: 🥇 girlfriend Janis: I've caused so much needless stress today alone, like Jimmy: no Jimmy: it ain't your fault that in my head I always reckon I've done something wrong Janis: a lot of this was though Janis: I can own it Janis: and do better Jimmy: Me an' all Jimmy: sorry Janis: don't be sorry for being nice Janis: I love you Jimmy: don't make up your mind to dump me Janis: I'm not stupid Janis: I need you Janis: well more than you need me Jimmy: no dickhead needs owt more than I need you Jimmy: I'm not having that Janis: so you're saying I don't need to do more to make it worth your while? okay, like Jimmy: I'm saying you don't need to do owt to keep me here Jimmy: I'm staying Jimmy: you can't do owt to stop me Janis: alright Janis: hot Jimmy: you Janis: I miss you Jimmy: you don't have to Janis: I could come in and pretend I'm busy 💻 Janis: got Irish homework to do, like Jimmy: so come on Janis: I will Janis: I've got to try and get rid of this thing first Janis: but 🤞 this bloke will take it Jimmy: bit rude to chat about the 🐕 like that when she's so 💕 for you Janis: she's the muscle Janis: which you rudely 😂 at Jimmy: yeah so 🏆💪 her Jimmy: just don't 💀💀💀 Jimmy: alright? Janis: I won't Janis: I'm fast Janis: and that's providing it goes wrong anyway, which it won't Jimmy: such an athlete I ain't forgotten Janis: If I tell you, you won't tell my nan Janis: actual love of your life Janis: yeah? Jimmy: 🤐 me Jimmy: that's how she likes it Janis: you're so gross Janis: I just got some gear when I ran off Janis: but I don't need it now so I'm getting rid Jimmy: who to? Janis: idk Janis: it ain't like weed or pills so I couldn't just fob it off on any random cunt from school Jimmy: how did you find him then? Janis: just put it on socials Janis: not mine, obvs Janis: right people find it Jimmy: but he can't find you Janis: nah, I'm meeting him in big park Janis: people about but not enough I'll get caught or nothing Jimmy: when? Janis: now Janis: told you I was en-route Janis: just want rid, tbh Jimmy: you could've told me when I had chance of getting there Janis: you know why I didn't Janis: like you said, Twix 💕 me, she'll protect me Jimmy: 😒 Jimmy: you know why you should've Jimmy: I'll protect you Janis: It'll just be a harmless old junkie Janis: and then I'll come and see you and it'll all be alright Jimmy: you don't know that Jimmy: shit happens in a second Janis: I promise Janis: he's more nervous sounding than I am, gonna throw the cash at me lowkey Jimmy: just Janis: I didn't wanna worry you Janis: I swear, it'll be all good Jimmy: next time, worry me Janis: I'm not planning on doing it again Jimmy: works for owt else too Janis: Alright Janis: I'll try to remember Jimmy: Alright Jimmy: I love you Janis: I love you more Jimmy: Oi Janis: oi oi Janis: ? Jimmy: I love you more, shut up Janis: you cannot silence me Jimmy: challenge accepted Jimmy: [sends a 🔥 sext to try and stun her into silence] Janis: not saying that was my master plan but Janis: 🤤 Janis: fuck me Jimmy: [more because trying to make her speechless as here for everything she just said as he would really be lol] Janis: idk if this is the mood Janis: maybe if I show up turned on it'll freak him out Janis: 🤔 Jimmy: 😒 Janis: don't be mad Janis: only make it worse Janis: 😩 here baby Jimmy: you challenged me, it's your own fault Janis: just can't stop being hot, you 😏 Jimmy: 🥇 or nowt baby Jimmy: you were warned Janis: nothing could of prepared me for you 💘 Jimmy: even if you're taking the piss that's how I feel about you still Janis: 😳 actually Janis: well done Janis: and I meant it too, even if I covered it with an impenetrable layer of sarcasm Jimmy: stop 😳 he'll think you're 😰 Janis: might think it's good shit Janis: I'm a great bullshitter, can't deny that Jimmy: about as good as you are an actress Jimmy: but he don't know you so crack on Janis: 😒 excuse you Jimmy: no Jimmy: I don't want you to be able to bullshit me Janis: I'm not gonna Janis: bit late for that now Jimmy: is it? Janis: yeah Janis: you know things Janis: like the mafia Jimmy: Alright Janis: is it? Jimmy: I just Jimmy: it weren't like I expected my mum to turn round and do a massive bunk one day so Jimmy: I can't get my head round getting to keep you about Janis: nah Janis: I get that Janis: like, I don't fully, obvs but Jimmy: I don't always get it myself Jimmy: it's alright Janis: that's understandable Janis: don't reckon anyone or anything prepares you for that either Janis: reckon first pets are meant to but hamster don't = sister, let alone ma Jimmy: I probably should've seen it coming living with Ian as long as she did do earned her a 🏆 Janis: not ever a barrel of laughs Janis: I believe it Jimmy: I can't remember the two of them ever not having a go at each other Jimmy: could be 🎄 or 🎂 Jimmy: they'd still crack on Janis: s'shit Janis: fairplay for putting a stop to that nonsense but could've left a forwarding address Janis: jesus Jimmy: a ditch ain't got one in fairness to her Jimmy: not enough for post at least Janis: you think Jimmy: I have done Janis: could be Janis: anywhere Janis: that's the worst Jimmy: or nowhere Janis: yeah Janis: do you reckon Ian knows more than you lot or is he as in the dark Jimmy: Depends Jimmy: sometimes I reckon he knows everything but other times nowt Janis: and even if he did fancy a chat Janis: yeah Jimmy: and if he did her in, ain't gonna admit it Jimmy: to me or the proper 👮🚔 Janis: you thought that too Janis: how could you not Janis: think every which way when you've got nothing to go on Jimmy: got form Jimmy: only have to give her a smack, she hits her head or whatever Jimmy: happens Janis: not impossible Jimmy: she didn't leave a note Jimmy: he'd have probably faked that Jimmy: unless he really is illiterate Janis: right Janis: Not picturing him as a mastermind Janis: if that had happened, you'd know by now Jimmy: I dunno Janis: 'course you don't Janis: that's why it's the worst Jimmy: I probably just wanna blame him, don't I Jimmy: instead of her Jimmy: get him out of my way that Janis: can't blame you Janis: not winning dad of the year just by default of still being about Jimmy: could've, it wouldn't take much Jimmy: only gotta show willing but like me and my 🍀 that ain't gonna happen Janis: seriously Janis: prime opportunity to be 🥇💪 Jimmy: but the prime opportunity to get pity fucked by his co-workers HAD to win out Janis: Oh Ian Janis: 💔 Jimmy: only he could make 🎻🎻 into that kind of playlist Janis: 😬 Janis: oh god Janis: well consider me turned firmly back off Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: my plan so you don't cheat on me with this druggie bloke obvs Jimmy: tah Ian Janis: because that was mine Janis: fuck tinder Janis: find all the hotties this way Jimmy: what are you gonna do if he don't show? Jimmy: other than be stuck with me as a boyfriend like Janis: slam it all myself Janis: cope with that news Jimmy: very on brand, Jules Jimmy: 💀💀💀 and 💔 Janis: I try Janis: nah, idk, plenty of junkies about Janis: had loads of people wanting it so Jimmy: lucky you're used to being so in demand then Janis: Ikr? Janis: don't be jealous, babe 😘 Jimmy: don't sound like me that Janis: Nah? Janis: put my boyfriend on please Janis: whoever you are Jimmy: well funny you Jimmy: how long are you gonna wait for him and make me wait for you Jimmy: bit rude honestly Janis: missed opportunity to ask who I was then but alright Janis: you miss me, I understand Janis: giving him 5 more than we agreed on otherwise I'm putting it back up for sale Jimmy: yeah I do Jimmy: I really want you here Jimmy: now Janis: Baby Janis: I swear Janis: 5 minutes and I'm over it Jimmy: ⏲ Janis: You can time me Janis: IOU however long it takes Janis: whatever you want Jimmy: fuck Jimmy: I'm trying to be 😇 and not distract you mid deal but Janis: You're not the only one who wants me to be there right now, like Jimmy: I get it Janis: Don't reckon you do Janis: but I'll show you so it's all good Jimmy: You're so Janis: for you Jimmy: being mine is gonna be good Jimmy: I'll show you Janis: [long enough to do her deal] Janis: Literally all yours now so Janis: I'm ready Jimmy: tah for not running away with the druggie bloke Jimmy: 💕 Janis: it was tempting but Janis: see what you got first, like Jimmy: I get it, he weren't a 🐕 person Jimmy: she ain't everyone's cuppa her Janis: 😱 Janis: where are you planning to put her when you're showing me how good its gonna be though Janis: 💔 Jimmy: tie her up out front and someone'll think she's a daily special Jimmy: have her away Jimmy: nowt to worry about Janis: heartless you Janis: poor pup Jimmy: 💔 now an' all Janis: @ the kids when we lose their dog Jimmy: they'll live Jimmy: me on the other hand if you don't start being nice Janis: I'm running Janis: I can't be any nicer than that 'til I'm with you Jimmy: save some energy Jimmy: til you can drink it in a bit like Janis: so much to offer a girl, you 💕 Jimmy: 😘 Janis: mr drug addict who? 😍 Jimmy: 😂 that is what I'll say if it comes up with any other dickhead Janis: who you chatting to, kathy Janis: keep it 🤐 Jimmy: just like your nan you 😍 Janis: you are not funny and I don't like you 😑 Jimmy: Baby please Jimmy: let's be mates again Janis: fine Janis: FWB and nothing more Jimmy: 👌 Janis: no 😡 not ok Jimmy: make up your mind, Juliet Janis: have the common decency to pretend to be 💔 Jimmy: not faking nowt Jimmy: I'm 💔💔💔 Jimmy: 😭😭😭 Janis: such a bad actor Janis: can't bear it Jimmy: wouldn't wanna make you feel bad about how crap you are Jimmy: like you too much Janis: Obvs Janis: can't hide your 😍 for shit Jimmy: piss off I can 😎 Janis: 😏 Janis: okay babe Jimmy: such a pisstake you 💕 Janis: only a bit Jimmy: 🤏 Janis: if you hear barking Janis: it's not me Jimmy: It's alright, not a kink I've got Janis: Thanks for getting that out now Janis: don't wanna get down the line and find out I've gotta purchase a tail Jimmy: 😂 Janis: not gotta spill all your secrets but some warning be nice Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: keep that in mind, my dear Janis: considerate and cute 💕 Jimmy: 🤫🤫 Janis: Will if you come out Jimmy: [does and there's the most intense hug because she didn't get killed by a junkie and he's so relieved as am I] Janis: [a look like 'what was that for' but obvs not mad about it] Jimmy: [a look back like 😍] Janis: ['we missed you too' 'cos better love that dog too she'll be wilding] Jimmy: [🙄 at Twix but he still gives her some kind of food he's snuck out of the CG to bribe her to chill] Janis: [😏 'see, you love her really'] Jimmy: [kisses because 1. that smirk off her face 2. shut up and 3. love you more] Janis: [you've both earnt it like] Jimmy: [make the most of this break lads] Janis: [I always like to think of everyone in the CG/walking by are always like these two again] Jimmy: [literally same because they are always so extra with their makeouts and we know it] Janis: [stopping to be like 'I should take her back' but torn 'cos you don't wanna go yet but then you can actually stay lmao] Jimmy: [he'd likewise be so conflicted cos sooner she leaves sooner she can come back and also Twix is distracting but most importantly you never wanna stop ever so you nod but you're giving her such a look and staring at her lips until you just have to give in and kiss her again like oops] Janis: [going in on it like excuse me Twix please wait] Jimmy: [keeping this going til the last possible moment of your break so you can go back in before she goes back and you don't have to watch her leave even though she's coming right back] Janis: I get why people in relationships are so annoying now Jimmy: Oi Janis: don't need to get personally offended Janis: especially when I'm trying to be nice Jimmy: no need to call me annoying Jimmy: especially when I've just been well nice to you Janis: Well I was going to say I DO miss you already, it's not just bullshit Janis: but now I'm not sure Jimmy: go on Jimmy: please Janis: oh Janis: as you're trying to kill me Janis: it feels like it hurts or some shit Janis: not being with you, being able to feel you Jimmy: you didn't even try to kill me, eh? Jimmy: just went straight in with no warning Jimmy: 💀💀💀 Janis: if you were 👻 you could be with me but no Janis: stay alive Jimmy: you brought me to life and then did me in all in the space of one break Jimmy: bit rude Jimmy: don't know if I'm coming or going Janis: it's the most work I've done all day though so Janis: headfucky doesn't have to be bad Janis: prefer this ?! to how it was before Jimmy: drugs sell themselves, rich girl, what can you do? Jimmy: yeah but I don't want owt to hurt you even how much you like me Janis: it's Janis: every way I try to say it sounds like a line from a fucking bad romcom Janis: but it feels better than all the not hurting I've had Jimmy: 1. you loved last night's romcom Jimmy: 2. you're the only decent thing that's happened to me so I get it Janis: 1. if you wanna do your own performance down, yeah, couldn't take my eyes off it Janis: 2. shut up, dog will be well confused if I turn around now Jimmy: what's it gonna take for you to just ditch her? Jimmy: meant to be able to find her own way Janis: is she? Janis: not a homing pidgeon Janis: just be thankful she don't need go go back to my gaff Jimmy: there's been loads of bad films about that bollocks Jimmy: and I'm feeling too much other shit to put thankful at the top Janis: tell me Jimmy: I just Jimmy: I'd gotten used to not breathing til you're about but now it's Jimmy: like everything goes when you do Jimmy: there's no sound or colour Jimmy: no taste to the daily special 😱💔😱 Jimmy: it's jarring when you've only just gone cos when you're with me, the opposite's true obvs Jimmy: 🥇 muse with no need to do owt Janis: It's really indecent how good you are with words Janis: I wish I was better so I didn't feel like all I gave you back was a #same but Janis: I am fucking glad you feel it too or I'd feel like I was going insane Janis: well, do a bit but if you are too, it's alright Jimmy: you heard, you give me everything Jimmy: I don't wanna be stuck in a bad black and white film tah Jimmy: I'll take the romcom Janis: it's a deal Janis: take any and every cliche you wanna throw at me Jimmy: Good 'cause I'm ready to spend the rest of this shift staring at you Jimmy: don't get any more cliched than that around here Janis: I'm ready to pretend I don't notice Janis: that's a blatant lie I'm not ready at all but I'll try Janis: 😇 not getting you in any more trouble Jimmy: I'll clean your table well thoroughly and not 'cause I'm 😇 Janis: That should be the most unappealing offer Janis: and yet 😏 Jimmy: full of cliches and excuses to hang around you, me Janis: good Janis: not that you need 'em anywhere but CG Jimmy: We don't need them there Jimmy: I'll get in trouble for you Jimmy: 😎🚬 Janis: I know you would Janis: don't break my resolve and embarrass me with how easy it is Jimmy: what if I promise that ain't gonna be how you feel Janis: You're Janis: ugh Jimmy: not an answer, that Janis: what can I say to that, like Jimmy: what do you wanna say? Janis: big question Janis: loads I wanna say to you Jimmy: so go on Janis: how many dates you been on? Janis: need to think of something you ain't done for #2 Jimmy: loads but they were all up north so wouldn't be hard to top Janis: alright casanova Janis: no need to show off, not helpful to my cause Jimmy: it's Romeo to you, girl Jimmy: and if I were showing off I'd say they were all top not easy to Janis: 🙄 alright Jimmy: why are you jealous, you know I had a girlfriend for ages Janis: Not jealous, idiot Janis: they don't count Jimmy: ? Janis: obvs you go out with someone you go out with Janis: and she was your mate Janis: I meant the awkward kind with strangers we're tryna replicate Jimmy: then I've not Janis: back to the drawing board Jimmy: 👍 Janis: don't reckon anyone's done this since the 50s Janis: can't take you for a walk 'round the park, you ain't 🐶 Jimmy: if you ain't up to it, I'll do another one Janis: behave Jimmy: Alright Jimmy: but only til you get back Janis: such a 😈 Janis: no saving you Jimmy: that your plan were it? Janis: save your soul Janis: obvs Janis: how the church does it Jimmy: leave out doing my 🍀 homework and we're back on course for that catholic school Jimmy: job done Janis: you maybe but what about me Janis: rude Jimmy: Jesus loves you, girl Jimmy: you're always hyping him up Janis: Catholic girls are hoes Janis: you can't go alone Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: but you've really sold it there Janis: 😒 Janis: fine Janis: see if I care Janis: 🖕 you and your soul Jimmy: 😍😍🤤🤤🤤 Janis: you're not allowed to be 😍🤤 Janis: leaving me here to 💀 Jimmy: I told you, I ain't leaving you Janis: are too Janis: for jesus and hoes Janis: but mainly hoes Jimmy: no Janis: promise Jimmy: I do Jimmy: you're mine, no need for nowt else Janis: you're important Jimmy: you Janis: do you reckon school will be weird Jimmy: usually is Jimmy: but why do you reckon it'll be weird? Janis: 'cos you're distracting Jimmy: you've been distracting me since I first turned up Janis: no I ain't Jimmy: bollocks Jimmy: you have Janis: nah Janis: just tryna be 👑 charming Jimmy: 1. I don't need to try at being #goals Jimmy: 2. you can't tell me I'm wrong about how I feel or felt Jimmy: 3. take the compliment Janis: not saying you're wrong just saying I'm not entirely sure I believe you Janis: but that's alright Jimmy: why? Janis: dunno Janis: just don't seem like the distractable type Janis: 😒 <-- you at school, from what I remember Jimmy: Alright, I'll prove it Jimmy: you at my house? Janis: yep Janis: just feeding her Jimmy: [tells her where to go to find the picture he drew of her in class way back when which we can say is dated because] Janis: [here for it] Jimmy: believe me now, dickhead? Janis: yes Janis: you're so lovely Jimmy: 💕 Janis: and you wonder why everyone was 😍 at you Janis: can't tone it down a bit, no Jimmy: I don't wonder Jimmy: I know what I've got to offer but I weren't offering them owt Janis: okay hot Janis: I'm 😍 now too, promise Jimmy: might believe you when I see them 😏 Janis: damn, shoulda knicked some 😎 Jimmy: got a pair here you can borrow Janis: you wanna believe me or nah babe Jimmy: I dunno you might suit 😎 Janis: can't steal your look Jimmy: I said borrow Jimmy: but you can keep the first piece of 🎨 you inspired if you want Janis: yeah? Jimmy: do you want it? Janis: of course I do Janis: why wouldn't I Jimmy: it's got whatever maths bollocks we were meant to be doing on it Jimmy: you hate maths Janis: I love you Jimmy: Come here then Jimmy: I need to see you Janis: So close Jimmy: Piss off, you phrased it like that deliberately Jimmy: like I said, so distracting you Janis: not my fault I'd much rather you were coming home Jimmy: I'll have a word with the new girl see if I can interest her in a work based accident Janis: you promised me intense looks from across the room Janis: we'll start there, like Jimmy: don't get more intense than 😱😱😱 babe Jimmy: you want us to go home or what? Janis: don't want no trouble, boy Jimmy: 🤏 Janis: you said you'd be good 'til I got there Janis: still a street or two to go Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: Alright Janis: don't be sad Jimmy: don't be 2 streets away Janis: easy Janis: [runs that last bit like yo] Jimmy: [is 😍 af] Janis: [when you kiss him hello but gotta keep it not extra 'cos you inside and you nearly die, go sit like 💀] Jimmy: [he'd be suddenly concentrating so hard on smoothie making and deciding what food to get her because likewise dying as hard, it's not a concentration face it's a shameless lip bite guys] Janis: Probably should've ordered Janis: good thinking Jimmy: if I dunno what you want by now Jimmy: what kind of boyfriend Janis: [such a meaningful LOOk like you know] Jimmy: [giving her such a look back of course] Janis: how do you do this all day Jimmy: I don't make a habit of this with all the customers, dunno what you've heard Janis: from your mouth Janis: 👴👵💕 Jimmy: that your way of telling me you're heading over to the tip jar, rich girl? Janis: not as easy as Shelia, obvs Janis: least give me my drink Jimmy: [obvs does bring her the drink as a shameless excuse to come over and have a cliche hand touching moment] Janis: Thanks Janis: defs worth starting your homework at least Janis: [whack that out so you ain't just 😍] Jimmy: [brings her the food as a separate trip we all know why, just leaning over her like he cares so much about his homework all of a sudden not at all about the close proximity oh no] Janis: [just being like oh one sec like you're actually tryna help him with his Irish pronounciation and it's not just shameless] Jimmy: [we're taking that excuse to stare at her mouth and running with it] Janis: [hope some of the customers can speak it 'cos blatantly not explaining the homework, oh the horror] Jimmy: [where the old people at? LOL] Janis: [choking on their tea like excuse me] Jimmy: [we should also do signing across the cafe for the lols] Janis: [defs] Jimmy: [but for now whisper something saucy in her ear and get back to work boy] Janis: [😳] Janis: dickhead Jimmy: 💕 Janis: such a tease Jimmy: only if I weren't gonna do it Janis: hmm Jimmy: 😘 Janis: [blows IRL kiss] Jimmy: [😏 to hide that he's 💀] Janis: [do we want anyone to come in potentially?] Jimmy: [when you go from 😏 to 😒 so quick] Janis: need to stop posting your shifts with the specials, like Jimmy: put that in the suggestion box tah Janis: there must be however many asking for your home address so Janis: do my best Jimmy: [just imagine how much like spoiled rich girls they'd be talking to him cos Grace ain't there to tell them to chill he'd be loving life] Janis: [just 😣 trying to hold your tongue 'cos you know the manager would side with them 'cos no one gives a shit about their employees] Jimmy: [when you come over like you're cleaning up but really just wanna touch her like it's okay] Janis: [look like 'it ain't though' but giving his hand a squeeze] Jimmy: go if you want Janis: no Janis: fuck that Jimmy: they're gonna be here for ages Janis: me too Jimmy: I really like you Janis: I know Janis: should go out, after Janis: treat you with my drug money Jimmy: when you put it like that Jimmy: be rude to refuse Janis: and can be as rude as you want when you ain't on the payroll Jimmy: depends Jimmy: where are we going? Janis: where do you wanna go Jimmy: where do you wanna go? Janis: anywhere I can be with you Janis: I don't mind Jimmy: Hang on, I nearly forgot with all today's bollocks Jimmy: [comes over and slides her a 🔑 he got cut so she doesn't have to hope the spare is there cos we know Cass loses keys always] Janis: [when it's such a moment you have to have one yourself like] Jimmy: you can be with me whenever you want now Janis: [blatantly gonna come up and give him another kiss fuck all of y'all but then goes out like brb] Jimmy: [not being too extra with it but not being as chill as your manager would like either because emotions] Janis: give me the 3rd date Janis: I need time to cash in favours Jimmy: if you don't do any other drug deals in the park, you can have it Janis: 🤞 neither your sister or mine requires that much bribing Jimmy: I don't reckon sugar bear hair is the new crack Janis: 😂 Janis: arguably as effective to getting healthy skin and hair though 💔 Jimmy: have you seen the length of my sister's, don't reckon she needs a hand Janis: won't let Gracie come at her ✄ Jimmy: neither would she Jimmy: knock her out like Janis: think she's had enough 'fights' for a lifetime and Mia can't even hit back so Jimmy: 🎻💔🎻 Janis: gutted she's not got a blackeye Jimmy: take her outside, babe Janis: I want you Janis: 🎻💔🎻 Jimmy: Baby Janis: It's okay Janis: think of all the time owed now Jimmy: thinking of all sorts me Jimmy: nowt my manager or fave customers can do Janis: good Janis: think about me 'til you can be with me Janis: that's what I do Janis: all the time Jimmy: don't do owt else while I'm awake Jimmy: and you're in my head even more if I get to sleep Janis: I'll make sure you can sleep tonight, babe Janis: not just so you dream of me but you know Janis: not mad about it Jimmy: me either Jimmy: I used to dream really 🎻🎻 shit Jimmy: so you have saved me a bit Janis: gotta return the favour, like Jimmy: have a 🚬 for us that's a start Jimmy: got ages til the next break Janis: I will do Janis: give your lungs one Janis: 🛍 rn Jimmy: buy us some poison to chuck in 💀👑 and the rest of the squad's cups then Jimmy: call it even Janis: You've got some Janis: it's called FULL FAT MILK 😱😱😱 Jimmy: 😂 Janis: is there anything you need whilst I'm getting you what you want though Jimmy: we do need milk since you mentioned it Jimmy: I reckon Bob's putting it all in the 🐕 Janis: awh Janis: she's 😻 Jimmy: she'll be 😿 since you left, her Janis: don't 💔 and don't project Janis: be right back, baby Jimmy: don't sound like me, that Jimmy: never 😭😭 I don't Janis: and you wonder why she's my favourite Jimmy: is she? Janis: not saying you don't have a chance to win it back Janis: you know what to do Jimmy: Easy Janis: don't spread it about Janis: but yeah Jimmy: 👌 Janis: considering you ain't 🐶 you're pretty fucking cute Jimmy: you backhanded that compliment so far you've impressed me Jimmy: I'll take it Janis: 🏏💪 Janis: great arm, me Jimmy: I know Jimmy: 😏 Janis: corrupted me, you Jimmy: 😈 you Jimmy: how are you gonna put that on a poor northern lad? Janis: it's true Janis: pure 😇 'til I met you, mate Jimmy: that's the fakest thing you've ever said, mate Janis: 😣 so rude Jimmy: we sorted we ain't going to catholic school, no need to be 😇 Janis: not now Janis: every need before though Janis: what I'm saying Jimmy: I get it, no dickhead round here is worth risking your soul for Janis: or reputation Jimmy: or all your riches, girl Janis: just not shagging 'em Janis: but no, not gonna 🎁💎💰 'em either Jimmy: she says on a 🛍 spree Jimmy: feel well 💕 me Janis: Babe, you know you're well special Jimmy: shh you'll make me well up 😭 Janis: don't take much Jimmy: Alright, calm down Jimmy: I'm a poet and that so Janis: Sensitive type, I know Jimmy: won't be doing no dodgy deals in the park or owt Jimmy: leave them to you Janis: 'scuse me for being productive Jimmy: that what we're calling it then? Jimmy: 👍 Janis: what would you like to call it Jimmy: you just put a name to it, I don't have to Janis: Me either Janis: not a big deal Jimmy: it's nowt to do with me but that's bollocks Janis: no it ain't Jimmy: any other day for you, yeah? Jimmy: like I said, bollocks Janis: obviously not but it don't need to be a drama Jimmy: never said it were Janis: what are you saying then Jimmy: nowt Janis: alright Jimmy: what do you want to hear off me? Janis: fuck off Janis: only what you think, nothing more Jimmy: just seems like you're waiting for something Janis: nah Janis: I ain't Jimmy: 👌 Janis: 👍 Jimmy: you coming back here in a bit? Janis: yeah, can do Jimmy: 🤞 they'll be gone and you'll have brought some enthusiasm from the shop then Janis: 🙄 Janis: leave it out Jimmy: what? Janis: what do you expect Jimmy: you to wanna see me obvs but alright, don't Janis: I mean, how enthusiastic can I get about 👌 Janis: it's obvious that you have something you ain't saying but whatever Jimmy: I've said what I wanted to say Jimmy: if owt's obvious it's that you want me to say something else Jimmy: so what is it? Janis: if that's all you've got to say then what is the point in coming Janis: why was this even brought up Jimmy: if you don't see any point coming then don't Janis: no there is no point if we've got fuck all to talk about Jimmy: how have we got fuck all to talk about? Janis: don't we Jimmy: 'cause I know when to leave out something you're being a dickhead about that means we don't? Jimmy: Alright Janis: so we talk about shit as and when you do or don't wanna Janis: I don't think so Jimmy: that's what you wanna make something out of here? Jimmy: fuck's sake Jimmy: know how to pick your dramas, you Jimmy: not that you bought gear off a scary twat and sold it to another scary twat, why would that be? Jimmy: I'm just the dickhead overreacting for giving a shit what happens to you Jimmy: keep taking the piss Janis: I'm not trying to take the piss Janis: in any sense Janis: it was a fucked night Janis: everything was Jimmy: I get that and why you don't wanna tell me owt about it Jimmy: you don't have to Jimmy: just don't act like it's nowt Janis: It is to me Janis: that's the problem Jimmy: Bollocks Janis: ? Jimmy: you heard Janis: I don't know what you mean though Jimmy: you ain't that good of an actress, girl Janis: If you think I care about myself, then I'm a fucking great one Jimmy: Alright Jimmy: have it that way Janis: yeah like that's how I want it Janis: not a choice Jimmy: if you didn't give a shit you'd have taken it Jimmy: that were a choice Janis: not about me Jimmy: that don't work 'cause if you were thinking about anyone else you wouldn't have bought it Janis: I was thinking of someone else Jimmy: no one you know would want you to do that shit Janis: no one you know I know Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: my sister alright Janis: the dead one Jimmy: and what before she left she was like you know what you'd fucking love, some drugs Jimmy: crack on Janis: yeah and what Janis: was her ex Janis: dealer, boyfriend, whatever Janis: basically came recommended Jimmy: no it didn't Janis: you didn't know her Jimmy: I don't have to know her to know when you're being a dickhead Jimmy: shit matters and if you can't get your head round that then Janis: you know fuck all Jimmy: I know I've got enough on my plate without you scaring the shit out of me Janis: I apologized for that Janis: over and over Jimmy: your drug deal happened a bit ago and you're already over it Jimmy: you ain't that sorry Janis: there it is Jimmy: we're not in this together if I'm the only dickhead who's still gonna be standing at the end Janis: You want me to lie and say I care about myself Janis: you said you don't want me to bullshit you Jimmy: care about me then Jimmy: you might as well call me a cry baby and have done Jimmy: 'cause it's just nowt and I just need to put it out of my head Janis: I said I didn't do it because I care about you Jimmy: and what? that's meant to make me feel better Jimmy: safer Jimmy: or owt else Janis: For fuck sake Jimmy: you stop caring about me and then what? Jimmy: nowt Jimmy: but it won't be nowt, will it Janis: I'm not going to Janis: even though you're Janis: and I've got no idea what I'm doing half the time Jimmy: you have to care about yourself a bit Jimmy: like I do 'cause the kids need me Jimmy: enough to keep on Janis: I didn't take it, did I Jimmy: you can't leave me now Janis: I'm not Janis: I won't Jimmy: Alright Jimmy: then I'll leave it out Janis: I am sorry Janis: you know I am Janis: what do you want me to do Jimmy: I was being a dickhead Jimmy: I do know Janis: like you said I can't just leave you alone now Janis: but I can't promise or even say I ain't gonna bring hassle Janis: 'cos I will, even if I try not to, I still will Jimmy: and I can't promise I'll handle it 🥇 Jimmy: but I'll handle it somehow Janis: I don't want to be something to handle Jimmy: me either but I've got shit an' all Jimmy: nowt we can do about it, is there? Janis: It's bullshit Jimmy: you could have a go at pretending my family don't exist, crack on like my ex Jimmy: worked for a bit Jimmy: and you reckon your acting is up to it Janis: could do a better job than you Janis: but not braggable really, or your fault Jimmy: 💔 Janis: yeah Jimmy: just come back Janis: I can't get this shit right Jimmy: bollocks Jimmy: this is the only thing going right Janis: don't let me ruin it Janis: remember Jimmy: I won't Jimmy: so don't let me either Janis: like you said Janis: you ain't trading meth Jimmy: don't do it again and neither are you Janis: why would I Jimmy: you wouldn't Jimmy: we can just leave it now Janis: works for me Janis: long as you mean it this time Jimmy: I'm sorry Janis: Me too Janis: but I'm coming back Jimmy: I don't wanna be here if you're not Janis: I'm not going anywhere Janis: stay with me too Jimmy: I promise Janis: it's just a different kind of difficult Janis: it must be tough, your siblings needing you Janis: but it's tough when no one does, just for different reasons Jimmy: I need you, you don't have to feel like that again Janis: I like it Janis: it makes me feel Janis: just feel fullstop Janis: I need to get used to it, that's all Jimmy: I get it, I thought I was used to giving a shit 'cause I've had to look after them for ages Jimmy: but nowt's the same with you Jimmy: needing someone too, having something I could lose Jimmy: I don't want them to stay with me forever Jimmy: they're meant to fuck off if I've done a decent enough job Janis: you have Janis: you do Jimmy: 🤞 Janis: Seriously Janis: not just saying it because I love you Jimmy: might all be for nowt if we don't 💀💀💀 Ian Jimmy: how much do you love me? Jimmy: 💕🔪? Janis: Wouldn't even need to 💘 you that much Janis: that much of a dickhead, him, like Janis: but obvs enough anyway Jimmy: romance ain't dying with him then Jimmy: 👍 Janis: not that lucky, boy Jimmy: wouldn't be very lucky that Jimmy: need it for my 🎨 Janis: the 💔 years though, baby Jimmy: take that as your excuse like Jimmy: when you 💔 me Jimmy: a 🥇 muse has gotta do what she's gotta do Janis: no one 💸 to hear a muse's side of the story Janis: you'll have exclusive rights, like Jimmy: If I write it, every dickhead'll read it Jimmy: way with words, me Janis: Don't need to tell me Jimmy: take the reminder though Janis: tell me something pretty then Jimmy: put me on the spot Jimmy: [but a voice memo being cute cos never does any work obvs and I hope Mia saw him do it, deal with that hoe] Janis: 😊 Janis: oh you Jimmy: you Janis: Nearly swooned into oncoming traffic Janis: 💘💀👑 Jimmy: Shakespeare'll be spinning in his ⚰ Janis: Poor Bill Jimmy: I'll turn classic FM on for him Jimmy: with any luck he'll be a happy 👻 and 💀👑 will piss off Janis: some 🤓 you are Janis: you'll 🤯 with that space-age music and then 🌍💥 Jimmy: come sing for us instead then 🤓 girl Jimmy: that's that sorted Janis: not unless Pete has also shown up Janis: got to be audition ready Jimmy: he has Jimmy: you can crack on Janis: damn Jimmy: 🥇 or nowt baby Jimmy: don't show me up tah Janis: 🏃 Janis: byeeee Jimmy: 🎣 Janis: 😏 Janis: okay, you mighta appeased 🖋📜👻 Janis: can be 🤓 together Jimmy: me and him, me and you or you and him? Janis: can ask him how he feels about thirding if you wanna but Jimmy: only so much 👻💕 you can hack? Janis: only so much sharing I'm interested in Janis: which is none Jimmy: 😍😍😍 Janis: shh Jimmy: I'll meet you outside so there's no need to share with Pete Janis: alright Janis: [show up bitch] Jimmy: [when you come out as soon as you see her, excuse him everyone cos he's gonna be extra with the hello as per] Janis: [the 😍😍😍 are so real]

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Queen of Hearts (Ch.15)

Drake x MC (Emma Barnes)

TRR AU: What would happen if Emma loved Drake but had to marry Liam?

Catch up here

Warnings: NSFW

Note: I almost didn’t post this after @ooo-barff-ooo ‘s amazing chapter of Girl Crush, but I knew I wouldn’t have time tomorrow. Enjoy! Let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from the tag list!

Word Count: 2872

Summary: The court has arrived at Kiara’s duchy, but things for the art festival don’t go as planned. Kiara throws herself at Drake causing some tension between Drake and Emma before their R-rated movie date. Doubts start to creep into Drake’s head just before they find Liam waiting for them.

Chapter 15: A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

The day we met, Frozen I held my breath Right from the start I knew that I'd found a home for my heart Beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave? How can I love when I'm afraid to fall But watching you stand alone? All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling don't be afraid I have loved you For a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more

Time stands still Beauty in all she is I will be brave I will not let anything take away What's standing in front of me Every breath Every hour has come to this

Emma was up early the next morning, she wandered down to find Hakim and Francesco in a panic. The gallery had flooded in the night, it was supposed to open this morning. Emma texted her friends 911 and they all came down to the sitting room.

“What happened?” Liam was the first to arrive. Francesco explained again, he was sure that it was sabotage. It was the same attackers from the homecoming ball, they were sure of it. Hakin and Francesco began planning to cancel the festival, they wouldn't be able to clear out the water in time, that would devastate all the work they had just done in Applewood to rally the people.

“No. What if we didn't have to cancel. No art was damaged, spin it as an art installation! It can be to raise awareness about the flooding in Portavira. Show that we're united and support the other duchies.”

“It would strengthen morale among the people!” Liam chimed in. Hakim stopped and considered their words.

“How would we pull it off?”

“I'll put it all over social media! An exclusive exhibit available today and here only!” Emma nodded at Maxwell, he began firing away on his phone.

“I'll direct clean up. I'm probably the only person here who knows how to use a bucket and mop.” Drake said.

“We get the worst of the water out and it won't look too messy.”

“If we pass out color coordinated rain boots at the door, we can add to the experience!” Hana had taken color theory lessons and so she was the perfect person for the job.

“This is a great plan but why are you doing this for us?” Emma smiled.

“It's the right thing to do. You're a citizen of Cordonia, we do everything we can do our citizens.”

“Let's get started then!” Hakim hired a cleanup crew, and everyone got to work. A few hours later, Madeleine had Emma meet her at a local boutique. Madeleine was on Emma's case about recruiting Hakim and Joelle even though she was sure they would come since she had just saved their gallery. Madeleine just rolled her eyes and held up an off the shoulder dress with different shades of purple, pink, blue and white that all complemented each other. The dress looked like an abstract canvas. She wore a small, rhinestone necklace to complement the dress, Drake's ring tucked safely away. By the time Emma arrived at the gallery, guests had already begun arriving and Hana had given them a pair of rainboots that matched their outfits better than expected. She joined her friends in the center of the gallery and Drake ran his eyes up and down her body hungrily.

“I… uh...wow.” Drake mumbled unable to form a coherent sentence.

“So, you like the dress?” He nodded.

“It's lovely Emma. Are you ready to address the crowd?” Liam and Emma addressed the crowd and told them that the water installation was an anonymous artist. They wandered through the exhibit themselves, stopping to discuss various paintings. They stopped at an abstract piece and everyone struggled to make sense of it, Drake and Emma, having had no training on the subject. As the others wandered through the gallery, Emma stopped next to Drake and followed his gaze to an “EXIT” sign with glowing green letters.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to figure out the idea of modern art. Take this for example, it's just a sign that says exit, but what does it mean? Is it saying we all exit life eventually? Is it meant to be a warning?”

“Are you saying you want to get as far away from possible as me?” Emma teased, and Drake playfully rolled his eyes.

“As deep and profound as that was Drake, I think this is just an exit sign.” He frowned, and then sighed as a patron walked out the door just beneath it.

“Whatever.”

“Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.”

“Tell anyone what?” Maxwell appeared behind them silently making them both jump.

“Uuuh how great that painting is!” Emma pointed randomly at a painting. Maxwell smiled and delved into a story known as the Great Ketchup Incident of ‘96. Bertrand approached seemingly out of nowhere, the first time they had seen him in days, handling Beaumont house affairs. He was there only briefly, mentioned that Maxwell was helping with the affairs and then he was gone. Emma and Maxwell were concerned, on top of all his stress, he was trying to mend his relationship with Savannah and Bartie. Emma approached Joelle next, admiring the piece she had completed yesterday when they first met. They had a discussion about what her art meant and how it translated to what she and Hakim wanted for Cordonia. After they all regrouped, they left the art exhibit for the food, needless to say, Drake and Maxwell were quite excited.

All kinds of various smells wafted through the air, spicy, sweet, even sour, it was glorious. Instead of trying everything like Maxwell suggested, they wandered around to try everyone's favorites. Hana got everyone some ash-e reshteh, a Persian dish. It was a savory soup with beans and parsley, the flavors blending together well. Even Drake was impressed. Liam led everyone over to a colorful booth that smelled of various spices, getting everyone some chicken tagine. As everyone ate, Liam and Drake shared the story of how thanks to Leo, it became one of Liam's favorite dishes, sibling rivalry at its finest which escalated into a full blown prank war. Drake was eager to pick the next dish, feijoda. It was similar to chili, a mixture of beans and meat garnished with an orange slice. It was rich and salty with the pork and beef, very clearly a Drake dish. Instead of picking a food, Maxwell ran off, following the sounds of a live band. He wanted everyone to dance. Emma longed to dance with Drake, but with too many prying eyes she danced with Liam and watched as Kiara approached Drake and asked him to dance. Emma tensed up and watched as she wrapped her arms around his neck and swayed in time to the music, slowly getting closer to him. When the music stopped, Drake unhooked Kiara from him and walked over to his friends. Emma could feel her blood boiling, but she forced herself to smile and walk over to Olivia and Penelope on the edge of the crowd, Kiara rejoining them. They left to go get some cotton candy and the rest of the group began to leave until Drake pulled Emma back.

“I'm sorry.” He whispered. Emma nodded, she knew he couldn't have turned Kiara down without looking incredibly rude.

“Come here, there's one more thing I want to show you.” He led Emma to a freezer stand with an Italian flag. Gelato, it was Emma's favorite dessert, she had studied abroad in Florence for a semester in college and she became very familiar with the ice cream like treat. Drake ordered a chocolate gelato while Emma settled for a fruity raspberry. It was the perfect mixture of creamy and sweet, melting on their tongues.

“How is it?” Emma giggled as she got a brain freeze.

“The only thing that would make this better would be if I could kiss you right now.” Drake grinned mischievously and looked at Emma.

“I wish we weren't in public right now, the things I want to do to you.” He leaned in to whisper. Emma felt herself blushing as he stepped back. She seductively took a bite of ice cream, exaggerating how good it tasted, moaning.

“Keep it going until tonight Mr. Walker.” She winked just before they left the festival to catch up with their friends. On their way out, they ran into Hakim and Joelle. They were so impressed by Emma's willingness to step up that in return they agreed to attend her wedding. As they return to the estate, she couldn't stop thinking about how in love Hakim and Joelle still were after so many years together.

“What are you thinking about?” Emma looked at Drake unsure of how long he had been staring at her.

“Nothing.”

“Barnes I've been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes, you've got that look on your face, the one you get when you're lost in your own head.”

“I was thinking about Hakim and Joelle. Look how in love they still are with each other. Do you think you'll still love me that much, years from now?” Drake chuckled and carefully checked their surroundings before pulling Emma close to him.

“Barnes, I love you more and more every day. I think we're going to love each other even more than they do when we're their age.” Emma pulled Drake in for a tender kiss as he pulled her body flush against his dipping her down. When they stood up and he released her, she was light headed, her heart swelled.

“The real question is will you still love me that much.” She cupped his cheek and smiled.

“You're the only one for me Drake Walker.” Once back at the estate, Emma left to go find Liam to discuss what food from the festival they would serve at the wedding and Drake mentioned something about looking up movie times. She found Drake in the sitting room, lounging on a couch, he looked exhausted.

“Drake?” He didn't seem to hear her.

“Knock knock, anyone home?” She waved her hand in front of Drake's face and he blinked his eyes back into focus.

“Oh, hey Barnes. Sorry.”

“Everything okay?” he sighed.

“All this courtly stuff is suffocating. I thought it would be nice to get out, see a movie tonight, like normal people. Try to stay sane.”

“I feel like there's a ‘but’ coming.” Drake dragged his hand over his face and Emma knew it wasn't good.

“But Kiara cornered me, again.” Emma rolled her eyes, she was ready to kick Kiara out of court, tell her to stay home.

“What happened Drake?” Emma's tone was flat, and Drake flinched at the thought of having to tell her.

“I mentioned I was going to the movies and she invited herself.” Emma groaned before suddenly jumping off the couch.

“You did WHAT?!” Emma was furious, she wanted some alone time with Drake and Kiara kept getting in the way.

“She invited herself Barnes. It's not like I could say, actually I'm taking my best friend's fiancé out on a date.”

“Call a cab, I'll meet you outside in five minutes. We're leaving right now before she can crash.” Emma didn't give him a chance to answer, she dashed off to her room to change into a little black dress, casual enough for the movies.Even if he did have time to answer, he wasn’t going to protest, he thought Emma might kill him. Once they arrived, they settled on a spy thriller full of romance, it was that or a horror movie which wasn't exactly romantic when you couldn't cuddle in public. Drake bought the tickets and a large bucket of buttery popcorn.

“This is nice Barnes.” He scooped up some popcorn, ready to eat it but Emma snatched it out if his hands with her mouth playfully. Drake pretended to pout as he watched her eat his popcorn, but the corner of his lips twitched up into a grin.

“That's how you want to play it Barnes?” She giggled and scooped up some popcorn of her own, throwing it at Drake who tried to catch it, before she finished it. They laughed walking into the theatre together, unaware they had been spotted. Emma dragged him to the very back corner of the theatre and Drake frowned.

“What are we doing back here Barnes?”

“Getting the full movie experience. You'll see.” More people shuffled into the theatre, spread out across the seats. Finally, the lights dimmed, and the movie began playing. Drake was into the movie, but Emma had other things in mind. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about Drake kissing her on the way back from the festival, her imagination running wild. She placed her hand on Drake's thigh and slowly moved her hand up until she reached Drake's crotch. He gasped as she grabbed him, looking over at her surprised, she met him with a heated kiss. Drake fell into it and tangled his hands in her hair as Emma continued to rub over his jeans, feeling him grow hard. He moaned against her lips as she quietly undid his jeans and freed his hard length.

“Barnes what are you doing?” He hissed as her lips surrounded him. She began sucking, running her tongue up and down his shaft, teasing the tip with her tongue. Drake moaned a little too loudly and someone glanced back, Drake pretended to be watching the movie while Emma remained hidden behind the seats in front of her.

“You have to be quiet Drake.” She whispered before going back down on him, bobbing her head until he came, gripping the arm rests as he tried to stay quiet. Emma smiled, licking her lips as Drake tried to compose himself, tucking his dick back into his pants.

“What was that for?” Emma smiled mischievously and leaned in to whisper in his ear again.

“The full movie experience. What do you think the back row is for?” Drake shook his head grinning.

“We're not done Drake.” He turned to look at her surprised.

“What do you mean?”

“I want to feel your fingers inside of me Drake.”

“Barnes.” Drake wanted nothing more than to please Emma but he had never done something like that in a room full of people before.

“Drake, if you want to sneak into my room tonight and make it out of this duchy alive, you'll do as I ask.” Her tone was threatening and his stare even.

"I took you on a real date, we almost got caught a couple seconds ago. Do we really need to do this Barnes?" He didn't need lots of light to see the look on her face. He wasn't going to make it out of the theatre alive if he protested, besides everyday he looked forward to sneaking into her room. He wasn't ready to give that up, and he had to admit that almost getting caught was kind of hot, the thrill of it. Emma surprised him again when she leaned back against the wall and put her legs up, grabbing Drake's hand and rubbing it between her legs. He stifled a gasp when he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. Drake started slow, rubbing circles on her clit and then dragging his fingers between her lips to see if she was wet. Drake teased her entrance as she pushed her hips towards him, but he pulled away and began rubbing her clit again. He was going to have some fun with it, payback for almost getting them busted. Again, he teased her entrance which was dripping wet at this point.

“Drake.” She begged. He loved hearing her say his name. Finally, he slipped one finger inside her, she whispered, it wasn't enough, so he slipped another and began pumping, hitting her g-spot perfectly. He felt her hips buck forward and he knew she was close, so he pulled out and waited for a few seconds before teasing her clit, bringing her right to the edge again. She was breathing hard, trying not to be heard by anyone else. She met Drake's eyes with a pleading gaze. He slipped his fingers inside her and pumped until he felt her cum on him, her muscles spasming around his fingers. She watched, satisfied and worn out as he grabbed some popcorn and ate it before sucking her cum off his fingers. Emma pulled her skirt down and was scooting over to kiss Drake when the lights came on. She jumped back and looked around as everyone began leaving. The people in front of them, turned around to see who had been sitting behind them, to see if they could figure out why it sounded like Drake was moaning but they didn't look disheveled, so the people left.

“So how was your real movie experience?” Emma asked as they walked out, dumping the popcorn bucket on the way.

“I'd definitely do that again. What got into you though?”

“Kiara’s been all over you since we got here. I needed to know that you were still mine and I was still yours.” Drake felt a pang of guilt, he wanted nothing more than to push Kiara away, and kiss Emma in front of everyone like no one was watching, but he knew that could never happen. Dark thoughts about how this was going to work long term began to slip into his mind, of course he wanted it to work, he loved Emma, he would never love anyone again that much, but there would always be another Kiara.

“I told you earlier Em, you've got nothing to worry about.” They held hands in the taxi back to the estate, running into Liam on their way to her room. He didn't look pleased.

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