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makeste · 4 years

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BnHA Chapter 289: Looks Like the Gang’s All Here

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “you guys don’t really need to know what’s gonna happen to Deku and Shouto right now” and cut away to Toga and Ochako before anyone could get a word in. Skeptic utilized the power of Freak Shounen Coincidence to magically zero in on Ochako and Tsuyu amongst the fleeing crowd. Toga was all “IS THAT OCHAKO” and immediately leaped down to fight them, ignoring Spinner’s heartfelt speeches about Villain Found Family because fight now, hug later!! Down in the streets of some unidentified crumbling city, Ochako was approached by a sweet old lady and was all “I better help this sweet old lady who is definitely not leading me into a trap”, which unfortunately turned out to be poor decision-making on her part. Anyway so now she and Toga are going to throw down. AND ALSO, P.S., BEST JEANIST IS STILL ALIVE, and that doesn’t really have anything to do with anything right now, but BY GOLLY I JUST HAD TO SHOUT IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS.

Today on BnHA: Iida and Hadou are all “is it our turn yet”, and Horikoshi is all “yes”, and so the two of them finally burst onto the scene and are all “hello Shouto, Gigantomachia is on his way, btw do you need help” and so they all get ready to fight Tomura together. Meanwhile in Unnamed Ochako And Toga Fight Town, Toga is all “what’s up Ochako, oh is this the All Might doll Deku gave you, I guess you must like Deku as well, just like me, we truly are the same, btw I can use other people’s quirks now” before she vanishes in a flurry of knives and ambiguity, as mysteriously as she came. So that’s a thing that happened. The chapter ends with Gigantomachia and the League STOMPIN’ ONTO THE SCENE, JUST IN TIME FOR ENDEAVOR TO WAKE UP AND BE ALL “OHHHHH SHIT.” YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT, “OH SHIT.” Finally the pieces are in place for Dabi to reveal his true identity to Hadou and Iida, JUST LIKE WE ALL EXPECTED.

before I start, thank you so much to everyone who sent birthday messages on Wednesday!! I had a good day; my quarantine impulse purchase guitar that I ordered months ago but had been backordered finally arrived, and so now I can do something productive with my time as I continue to while away these months in isolation! not to say that capslocking over fictional characters and their shounen escapades doesn’t also count as being productive lmao. anyways, my fingers hurt so typing is kind of a bitch right now, but I’m having fun still. IF KAMINARI CAN DO IT THEN SO CAN I

anyway so let’s see what mishaps my various catastrophe-prone children are getting up to this week

okay there are several things happening in this panel which I want to comment on

IIDA!!!

HADOU!!!

“some time after” jesus fucking christ though, how long have Deku and the rest actually been fighting?? like it’s absolutely absurd to imagine that they’ve been managing to hold off Tomura for more than a few minutes, and yet everything we’ve seen these last couple of chapters suggests that this is indeed the case. which is just pure insanity tbh. excuse me sir, but I have an emotionally maturing son, a homewrecking grandpa, and a sleep-deprived one-legged platonic husband who are all in DIRE NEED of medical attention just FYI

lastly, I direct your attention to these two cool cats in the background who are both riding on hover surfboards. living it up like it’s Back to the Future. why are there two of them. do they both just happen to have the exact same quirk. what are the odds. ARE THEY TWINS. I want to know everything about them dammit

anyway so Hadou is asking Iida why he’s tagging along, because unlike the others, he can’t fly and is thus vulnerable to Tomura’s attacks and such

well Hadou I’ll have you know that it his DUTY AS THE CLASS PRESIDENT to tag along and THAT’S WHY

oh shit you guys IIDA SAID “FUCK THE LAW”

“plus Bakugou-kun, whom I am not particularly close to, but nonetheless hold nothing personal against!” well uh, kind of a weird distinction to make there bro, but okay. listen everyone, it’s a tense situation; if Iida feels the need to clarify the ins and outs of his interpersonal relationships with each of the people he’s rescuing then please just respect that okay

anyways though have I mentioned how much I fucking love Iida Tenya though you guys. feels like I haven’t mentioned that enough. I LOVE HIM. there

FINALLY

AFTER THREE WHOLE WEEKS WE FINALLY CUT BACK. OH MY GOD. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG OF A TIME THAT IS TO BE HOLDING YOUR BREATH. [EXHALES]

is it bad that my immediate reaction to this page was A LOT OF LAUGHING, though. fkldlksh this entire situation is SO ABJECTLY TERRIBLE that if I were Shouto I would almost be fighting the urge to look around for a hidden camera at this point. ASHTON KUTCHER WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING HERE. OH THANK GOD, IT WAS ALL JUST A PRANK

anyway so uh. heh. how screwed are we at this point, exactly. oh and also, whose speech bubbles are these. who the fuck would look at this situation and these bleeding children and say “HA!” what kind of monster. just ignore that paragraph right before this one please

OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT

TOMURA I CANNOT BELIEVE I’M SAYING THIS, BUT PLEASE LISTEN TO AFO FOR ONCE AND JUST LEAVE

pretty please. we kind of have a situation here. not that I wouldn’t love to see what this icy flamey boi could do if push came to shove, but I also have had just about enough of watching children get maimed for today though

OH SHIT

THE TIMING OF THIS MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE AT ALL BUT I DO NOT CARE!! THE CAVALRY HAS ARRIVED THANK GOD

“WHAT UP GUYS, WE BROUGHT YOU SOME TERRIBLE NEWS” FKLSHLKHLK

WELL GEE IIDA THANKS SO FUCKING MUCH!!

lmaoooo a wild Lida has been spotted what the fuck is this translation though

I don’t know which is better, the “Lida” (DO YOU EVEN READ THE SERIES BRO), or the “CHRIST” gkfhkg. CLASSIC LIDA

OH SNAP HADOU

sobbing at Manual cradling the still-warm corpse of Gran Torino like a tiny baby khlk;h. BUT ANYWAYS HADOU SAW HER TEACHER ALL BLOODIED UP AND IS READY TO THROW DOWN, YESSSSS, THE MY LADIES ACADEMIA ARC CONTINUES

(ETA: listen you guys, there were many things at the end of this chapter that brought me joy, but perhaps none more than the inclusion of Hadou in the final two page spread looking all serious alongside the Todorokis, as if she has any fucking clue at all wtf is going on slfkhlkhgghsl. what I wouldn’t give to see her and Deku and Iida all making frantic bewildered eye contact at each other throughout the next chapter lmao.)

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT DEKU

ARE YOU PROPPING YOURSELF UP WITH YOUR ARM THAT’S IN SPLINTERS, I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE YOU RIGHT NOW. SOMEONE PLEASE SLAP SOME SENSE INTO THIS CHILD. SIT YOUR ASS DOWN

LMAO TODO’S READY TO TAKE AFOMURA ON. THE SHARED HERO BRAINCELL HAS ALREADY EXPIRED. FUCK IT LET’S DO THIS

“true, I already watched him murder my dad, my boyfriend, my other boyfriend, my teacher, and dozens of other people, but gosh darn it, I just feel like the fifteenth time’s the charm you guys.” shit, I ain’t even mad. who’s up for yet another episode of Todoroki Shouto Attempts to Murder a Bitch

-- “TIME TO CUT AWAY!!” laughs Horikoshi as he gleefully dodges out of reach before I can punch him, that SON OF A --

goddammit. you’re just lucky that I’m invested in the girl power fight too

YESSSSS OCHAKO

DON’T BE SORRY FOR KICKING ASS! NEVER BE SORRY FOR KICKING ASS

damn, looks like she managed to touch Toga’s shirt but not Toga herself. both of them are so fast

now Toga is monologuing from the shadows

we’ve all been there, Toga. sometimes you see someone you really like and it’s just like, ahhhhhh gotta kill them am I right

lol I love Toga so much you guys, but I’m also kind of wincing in anticipation of whatever essays are gonna materialize out of the fandom this week explaining how hero society has failed her utterly and she is just a victim here. CAN YOU NOT SEE HOW SHE JUST WANTED FREEDOM TO BE HERSELF AND MURDER A BUNCH OF PEOPLE flhkklhl

OH SNAP SHE WENT AND TOLD HER THE THING!!

and it was fucking awesome and scary as shit, Ochako. like damn, still sends a chill up my spine just thinking about it

anyway so now Toga is continuing to explain that she can use the quirks of whoever she transforms into

and Ochako is kind of freaking out, which I don’t blame her for, since it’s probably really upsetting to hear that your stolen blood and quirk were used to murder a bunch of people. shit

so now she’s all “WTF WHY WOULD YOU EVEN TELL ME THAT”

??? was this somehow the wrong answer?

for fuck’s sake. Toga you literally came down here to ask her if she would be willing to kill you, and here she is telling you “I would never be happy about killing someone, that’s fucked up”, and you’re all “......”

like come on though, what else do you want her to say?? and why does Ochako look so shocked now

OOP

LMAO

THEIR FACES DKSLHFKG. TOGA NO THAT IS MEAN. and jesus christ Ochako it’s just a toy. I know it has Sentimental Value and shit but is this really the thing to be getting distracted about right now

FOR FUCK’S SAKE

JIN-KUN WHOM OCHAKO HAS NEVER FUCKING MET?? THAT JIN-KUN??!

OM NOM NOM

this entire confrontation makes absolutely zero sense to me you guys. just. Horikoshi was all, “this is the kind of stuff girls talk about when they’re battling to the death, right?” just, are you okay my dude

anyway so Toga has somehow deduced that Ochako got the doll from Deku, which means that she and Ochako are exactly alike in every way, and this is somehow an important plot point, and now they’re finally getting back to the fight lulz

OH SHIT

OCHAKO BOUT TO SLAP THE SHIT OUT TOGA WITH THIS BOOKCASE ON A STRING AND THIS LOUIS BAG OH FUCK

so now Toga’s all excited and she’s all “THERE’S SOMETHING I OUGHT TO TELL YOU, I’M NOT LEFT HANDED EITHER” oh snap

fuck, it almost feels like she’s trying to warn her. Ochako idk maybe you should run shit I do not like this ( ﾟдﾟ)

but of course she is not running, and she’s all “I’ll have you take responsibility for your actions”

HEY NOW

WHAT IS FUCKING HAPPENING, DID TOGA JUST FUCKING MURDER TSUYU, WHAT THE FUCK. I AM TERRIFIED, I DON’T WANT TO SCROLL DOWN, SHE THREW LIKE FOURTEEN KNIVES INTO THE DARKNESS, WHAT THE FUCK

IT’S POSSIBLE THAT I MAY HAVE OVERREACTED

so did Toga just Swip a bunch of knives for no reason and then abscond, lol what. CAN ANYBODY PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE PURPOSE OF THAT ENTIRE SCENE WAS. ASIDE FROM GETTING TO SEE OCHAKO TRY AND YEET A BOOKCASE AT SOMEONE

fuck, she was crying??

DID MY GIRL TOGA JUST KILL AN OLD WOMAN, NAKEDLY LURE OCHAKO INTO A BUILDING, ANTAGONIZE HER INTO SAYING “I’LL MAKE YOU TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR KILLING A BUNCH OF PEOPLE JUST BECAUSE YOU FELT LIKE IT”, STEAL HER DOLL, GIVE HER DOLL BACK, TELL HER “OH SO YOU LIKE DEKU TOO HUH? BTW I CAN USE OTHER PEOPLE’S QUIRKS”, AND THEN RUN AWAY CRYING??? BRUH

-- OH SHIT, OH FUCK

[SIRENS BLARING WILDLY] [AUDIENCE LEAPING OUT OF THEIR SEATS] [T-SHIRT CANNONS BOOMING IN THE AIR] [VIKING WAR HORN SOUNDS IN THE DISTANCE] FUUUUUUUUUCK

well never the fuck mind about Ochako and Toga and WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT ALL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE, I guess, BECAUSE!! MACHIA MADNESS HAS ARRIVED. SPEARS SHALL BE SHAKEN!!! SHIELDS SHALL BE SPLINTERED!!

AND LOOK WHO WOKE UP FROM HIS NUMBER ONE HERO BEAUTY NAP RIGHT ON CUE, TOO!!! ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS... IIIIIIIIIIT’S TOUYA TIMEEEEEEEE

#bnha 289 #iida tenya #hadou nejire #toga himiko #uraraka ochako #todoroki shouto #todorokibowl 2020 #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 5 years

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"recess, I'm tired" (Iida Tenya X Reader)

This is the second part to: ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/611326356316389376/can-you-meet-me-tonight-in-detention-iida-tenya

Summary: After snapping at Iida and some of your classmates, you feel horrible and want to make it up to them.

This was originally supposed to be a big one-shot but ended up being a two-parter since it was WAY too big lol but it worked out for the best! I hope this will be a satisfying conclusion :3

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGkF8635zSE

A COUPLE OF SECONDS AGO…

No more negativity. Not right now.

You wanted positivity, and show that kind positivity to your classmates from now on. As soon as you were finished with your paper and handed it to Mic, you were rushing out the door. “You got this!!” He made sure to give you that support too, because he knew a stressed-out student when he saw one and that’s the only reason you got upset in the first place. They needed to do something about students and mental health…

AFTER DETENTION…

Don't let them fuck you, honey, no, oh Don't let them try (ooh) Don't let them hurt you, baby Just say, "Recess, I'm tired"

Going back to the dorms after detention was… awkward. As awkward as class was the entire time, because once you entered the dorms many of your classmates glanced at you only to quickly look away as if they were afraid you were going to snap again. That and some of the more considerate ones didn’t want to just poke and prod at you until you get irritated again, they were pretty certain you didn’t want to be reminded of what went down this morning.

You tried to wave at some classmates like Kaminari and Sero, and thankfully they gave you waves in return but they looked very nervous and scared even. Sighing, you shook your head and headed to your room and you saw Midoriya with his squad consisting of Uraraka, Todoroki and Iida…

Oh God…

“Hi (Y/N)! How was… detention? They weren’t too harsh on you were they? Present Mic is always making us write in English…” Uraraka however, tried to be mediator and see how you were doing even though she was very aware you and Iida were still not happy with each other. Iida more so no doubt as you had come down from your angry high a while ago.

“It was… it was fine… it wasn’t that bad… he wasn’t that bad either.” You nervously mumbled as you only noticed Midoriya, Todoroki and Uraraka looking at you. Iida didn’t even gaze in your direction, and you couldn’t bring yourself to do the same.

“Are you okay?” And to your great surprise, Todoroki of all people asked you if you were feeling okay as you blinked a bit. That genuinely surprised you even though you knew Todoroki was a nice guy, it still shocked you.

With a slow, hesitant nod you mumbled ‘Kinda’ and the boy silently nodded in reply. Todoroki understood why you got so upset, after all, he’s certainly overreacted when he was angry too so he didn’t and wouldn’t judge you.

“Well I’m glad you’re feeling better (L/N)… see you at dinner.” Midoriya’s words were genuine as he wanted to be polite to you despite what you said to him. And he wasn’t one to hold grudges so he acted like everything was okay as he gave you a small smile even though he didn’t really make eye contact with you and you nodded, unable to give any sort of eye contact in return.

“See ya…” Glancing away you let the four walk past you. Iida wasn’t even going to talk to you and that… hurt. He always had something to say but remained silent the entire time you and he were in proximity. You knew that was earned though because you were SUCH a jerk to him this morning, and that’s what stung the most, that you did that. You hurt his feelings and now you were paying the price as you walked glumly to your room and keep thinking about what you did.

THAT NIGHT…

Sittin' in my room, looking at all I've done Everything I wanted has come to fruition I should be happy but I can't get out my bed Stressin' 'bout the voices screamin' inside my head

You could barely sleep as you had your headphones on and listened to your music. Even as the song played in your ears and that was all you could hear, all you could see was the faces of the ones you hurt this morning.

Midoriya. Yaoyorozu. Ojiro, Aoyama. Jirou. Iida…

Oh god why did it have to be them? You really didn’t mean to hurt them, you were just so upset and they were in the line of fire but still. You felt horrible.

All you could see was the tears in their eyes because of the way you yelled at them and insulted them. They really didn’t deserve it.

You wanted to say that you deserved to feel like this, but at the same time you didn’t want to beat yourself up too-too much. It’s not like you asked for these emotions or this stress that ate you up inside.

Yes you were at UA, yes you were in the Hero Course, but getting closer to what you want or trying to get closer to what you want meant having to constantly work and be under constant stress. It’s horrible, and you just needed a break. Like the one you had now that really let you think about everything, even if it made you feel bad. And then you started to think that maybe you should have opened up to someone about this instead of exploding.

Of course how could you have come up with a plan when all of that stress was in your head? Now you knew at least, and from now on you were going to start doing that and find someone to open up to and let others give you help.

You knew that now, and you knew that you needed to talk and apologize to all of your friends and all the ones you hurt.

3 DAYS LATER…

Now that tests were over for now, everyone was able to do their own things for the time being while it was the weekend. And after three long nights of tossing and turning, you felt EXTREMELY bad about what you said to your classmates. It was just not right to have been so cruel to them when they were actually trying to help you.

So, you had to make this right. Yeah they were still avoiding you for the past three days and to an extent a majority of your classmates also avoided you but still wanted to make this right. Without even thinking, you snuck out of the dorms and immediately ran to the nearest stores to go and buy something nice for everyone, but especially the ones whose feelings you hurt.

Damn… you weren’t good at getting things for people, so you just did what you did in doubt, which was buy some sweets for everyone. Chocolate, along with several ‘I’m sorry’ cards that you got from the birthday card kiosk.

You didn’t go back into the dorms until you were done signing each and every card, and then you also brought some baskets and also a cute little teddy bears, one for Yaoyorozu. And also a cute little All-Might figurine for Izuku. You wanted to get something nice for Jirou, Ojiro and Aoyama but you didn’t really know what they liked…

So you settled on buying them some gift cards, when in doubt, use gift cards as well. Some place preferably not fast food though, since everyone in this class was a freaking health-nut, but thankfully they all liked Starbucks…

You hoped Iida would like it too, him you especially owed an apology to. At least for lashing out, you weren’t really going to apologize for your stress because that wasn’t something you could help, you would just apologize for hurting their feelings.

Still, stepping foot back into the dorms was awkward as your telekinesis allowed you to hold everything you had for your classmates as you hid behind the corner and saw everyone in the commons and the kitchen as they sat either at the tables or the couch.

They didn’t see you yet (except maybe Shouji) but that was good, you didn’t want to be seen just yet.

“Ahem…”

People gonna say If you need a break, someone'll take your place People gonna try To tell you that you're fine with dollars in their eyes Just remember...

And you raised the volume in your voice to get their attention, but they all perked up and looked a little bit alarmed, which didn’t really amuse you but you weren’t surprised after the way you acted.

“Hey.” You said very awkwardly as you lowered all of the baskets and bags. “I… don’t know how to say this… and I don’t even know if I have… any authority to speak up but… guys I… wanted to say that I am… so sorry for… getting so turned up a couple of days, and that all of you guys had to be there and see all of that when… none of you deserved to witness me being like that... and I really... really regret acting like that because... it was... so bad... God I’m embarrassed...”

There you said it. You apologized your heart out as your eyes felt warm just forcing all of these words out your throat because they had to be said, you wanted to say this no matter how hard it was and how nervous you were because you feared that you weren’t going to receive any forgiveness and you didn’t even see most of your classmates glanced at you sympathetically.

“It is… SO not cool to be acting like that… after all, I’m not Bakugo, I’m not the type to just scream at people, and I really can’t... stress just how sorry I am that you all saw me acting like that...” With a small chuckle, many of your classmates snickered while Bakugo indignantly shouted ‘HEY!’ in response when you kinda made fun of him a little bit. But thankfully, some of your friends understood.

“It’s okay!” Uraraka chimed in quickly, because she had tried to reassure Midoriya and Iida earlier to go easy on you because you were so stressed out, and she didn’t want them to take it too personally as she added. “Really (Y/N)… we’re not mad at you.” Although that was partially true, some WERE kinda mad at you but also they knew you didn’t truly mean that. Or at least they hoped you didn’t.

“No… we’re not, your hair was practically falling out…”

“We get heated girl! We understand!”

“Yeah it happens to everyone, we can’t always help it…”

“And I stood up all night just studying for our tests, I was freaking out too...”

“It isn’t easy when all these tests are making your head explode…”

To your even greater surprise, some of your friends like Ashido, Hagakure, Shouji, Kaminari and Sero spoke up to reassure you and relate to you that you weren’t the only one alone in that situation. Were they upset by how you acted? Of course, they were shocked and mildly horrified by what you said AND thought it was uncalled for and so they avoided you. But did they hold it against you? No, not really, they weren’t happy with how you acted but they didn’t hold it against you because they knew you were just under a lot of pressure and not acting like yourself. And yes while your outburst surprised them, they understood why you did what you did.

However, they WERE going to have to start keeping an eye on you and each other from now on since they were painfully aware that stress makes people act out sometimes. This just meant they were going to have to be extra supportive to you and to each other.

“Yeah! It’s cool (Y/N)… I mean yeah it kinda shocked us earlier but it’s really okay… we know you.” And Kirishima had to be the sweetheart to cheer you up with a sweet smile as you could feel your lip starting to quiver and your eyes growing warm and teary.

“Dammit… I almost hoped you guys would be mad so I wouldn’t cry…” You mumbled with a soft chuckle as you quickly looked away and picked up some of the baskets and bags, “B-But please… everyone take one of these… I really feel bad for hurting you guys and you all deserve something nice…” Your gesture surprised them even more, but they were all touched by it as they smiled and started to say ‘It’s okay!’ ‘Wow thank you!’ ‘You didn’t have to!’ ‘Thank you (L/N)!’.

Even some of the ones who you directly hurt, and you went over to Midoriya and Yaoyorozu, “Yaoyorozu… Izuku…” It was SO awkward and painful going over to them, they had the saddest looks in their eyes. Poor Yaoyorozu still looked hurt as Midoriya gave you those damn puppy dog eyes that were so effective it broke your heart.

“Guys I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean any of what I said, I was mad but… I’m so sorry… please… have these.” You carried their gift baskets in your separate hands, which made them perk up as they looked to see your gifts. A cute little teddy bear and an All-Might figurine.

“(L/N)…” Yaoyorozu spoke first, “You… you didn’t need to…” She was clearly touched as she had her eyes on the teddy bear, it had a little hat on it… “Yes… I did… look… I was under a lot of stress, I can’t… really apologize for that, but I AM apologizing for being mean to you guys. That was totally uncalled for, it was wrong of me to make fun of you guys and insult you and… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…I can’t say I’m sorry enough but I really am I... I swear it will never happen again I never wanted to hurt you guys...” You meant everything as you reluctantly looked at them with remorse in your (E/C) eyes as both Yaoyorozu and Midoriya looked visibly heartened and their eyes instantly filled with tears.

“It’s… it’s okay…! I understand it’s really okay…!” Wow, Yaoyorozu easily forgave you as she gladly and politely took your gift basket, as did Midoriya as he softly smiled at you, “It really is… I knew you didn’t really any of it (L/N)…” And he forgave you too and dammit you were tearing up again.

“I really didn’t…” With a trembling, watery voice you shook your head which urged Yaoyorozu to hug you as you hugged her back as she started to cry too, “I love you boo I didn’t mean it at all!”

“I know you didn’t!”

“Midoriya get in here!” You cried out for Midoriya to join in which made him blush quite a bit, “W-What…?!” But then you quickly pulled him in so he could be hugging you and Yaoyorozu as the boy blushed heavily in the hug with two girls who were crying their eyes out. Soon though, he started crying too even as you and Yaoyorozu were hugging him for another 5 minutes.

“T-Thank you (L/N)… I… really love it…” And a tearful Yaoyorozu thanked you for gift as did Midoriya as he smiled at you, “Me too… I like it a lot, thank you (L/N)… and I’m sorry for yesterday.” Why were they apologizing…? They’re too nice…

“No, no… I mean you’re welcome for the gifts but please don’t apologize… we’re good… I’m sorry…” You reassured them with a warmer look as they both smiled at you and told you that it was all okay now.

Don't let them fuck you, honey, no, oh Don't let them try (ooh) Don't let them hurt you, baby Just say "recess, " I'm tired

Then it was time to go apologize to Jirou, Ojiro and Aoyama…

Jirou looked apprehensive but she didn’t want to be mad after you came out with such a sincere apology and even gave everyone gifts, including her as she was holding a goody bag that had a nice Starbucks gift card in it.

“Hey… look I just… really wanted to apologize to you because of the way I acted towards you, it really wasn’t cute for me to like get so upset and threaten you Jirou… when you were trying to get me to calm my tits so… I really… I really am sorry and you don’t have to forgive me because I know I was being-.” As you apologized to the girl she stopped you right there.

“It’s okay… I mean… I didn’t like how you were acting but… I thought about it, and Uraraka was talking to us about it and I realized that… you weren’t yourself, you were under a lot of stress and pressure and… I’ve been there before so… it’s okay… you’re here, apologizing for it and I can’t ignore that… so… it’s okay…” Jirou actually forgave you, for one she wasn’t one to hold grudges and two, she knew that wasn’t how you normally were so she wasn’t going to hold it against you.

God you were relieved though as you gave her a smile. “Thanks girl… I won’t ever do anything un-cute like that ever again… you know I love you and have a lot of respect for you.” Your smile widened when she started to blush and especially when you hugged her, but she didn’t turn it away as she hugged you back.

“I have a lot of respect for you too (L/N)…and I forgive you. Thank you for the gifts...” She said softly and truthfully. After the way you apologized to everyone, yeah her respect for you went up.

Next was Ojiro and Aoyama…

Who were still visibly hurt and even a little scared of you when you went over to them, “Guys I… I can’t apologize enough… I was REALLY mean to you guys and it was very, very wrong of me to insult you guys when you did nothing to make me upset at all…” You were tearing up again when you remembered how they ran off crying, and when they looked like they were about to cry now…

But they had the gift baskets you had given them, complete with Starbucks gift cards that they really appreciated. At first they were really upset, but then they also felt bad. They knew you, the way you acted hurt their feelings but they knew you didn’t truly mean that… right?

“You… didn’t mean what you said…?”

“You’re… not mad anymore…?”

They sounded so pitiful it actually broke your heart as you shook your head, “Of course not! I was just mad but it really isn’t an excuse but I swear… I meant nothing, I-I was… t-talking out of my ass and I never should have gotten so heated and I…” You stammered a little bit while you apologized to the boys, but they were seeing it now and they understood better. You shouldn’t feel bad for getting emotional… you were apologizing for what you said and that’s all that mattered.

“It’s… it’s okay (L/N)… don’t… be sorry for getting mad… thank you… for apologizing for what you said I… really appreciate it…” Ojiro smiled at you, although it was still sad because he really was a sensitive guy at heart.

“Yes I… I do too, thank you (L/N)… I hope you’re feeling better…” And Aoyama gave you his own tearful smile as you tried not to cry right then and there for the second time. “Come here you guys, I love you both so much, you’re two of the sweetest guys ever…” You had to give them a hug, you quickly went over and pulled them both in a big hug that they were glad to give you even if Ojiro looked so bashful doing so.

“We forgive you!” Aoyama couldn’t stop himself from crying while your hug on the boys turned tighter and Ojiro couldn’t help it either as he let some of his tears fall, “Y-Yeah… I forgive you (L/N), I forgive you…”

Dammit…

“I love you guys! I love you so much…” You were in tears again while you hugged Aoyama and Ojiro, who more or less started crying with you as they hugged you for as long as Midoriya and Yaoyorozu did. 5 minutes of crying and hugging…

“Oh and… thanks for the gift card… you didn’t have to I mean-.” You had to cut off Ojiro, he deserved something nice. “No… I did… please… keep it.” You didn’t know that he wanted to pay you back soon but he still smiled at you.

“Of course.”

“Oui~. Thank you very much again (L/N)~.” Aoyama loved Starbucks, he was very thankful and accepting of your apology gift as you gave the boys one last final smile before you had to find the last person who needed an apology more than anyone else…

Iida.

Where is my time? Gone in my mind Gone, I can't find Euphoria When I get upset I think in my head "I do as she says"

You were surprised to see him among his classmates, and more surprised that he was able to stand in the same room as you. He wasn’t looking at you but still. God… how were you going to apologize to him?

You didn’t know, and you didn’t know that he was paying close attention to you as he watched you apologize to yours and his classmates and friends.

How you meant everything and even gave them all gifts to show that you meant everything. Actions spoke louder than words, but at the same time. Your words from yesterday… still hurt his heart. It hurt because you weren’t entirely wrong. As Iida reflected through a night of tears because the wounds were still fresh and stinging, he realized that you made some painfully accurate points.

He couldn’t understand how you felt, because as he worked with and tutored some classmates, not all of them worked the same way, and everyone had a different background. His was a pretty privileged one wasn’t it? You really were trying your hardest because you didn’t have that privilege, and here you were now, trying your hardest to make up for everything.

Iida wanted to forgive you, he wanted to also apologize to you, even though something kept him from approaching you. Was it fear? Or was it pain as he could still clearly hear your words and your angry tone shouting at him.

‘Oh my God I can’t believe how ANNOYING I didn’t realize you were until now!’

‘I don’t need you up in my business and bothering the hell out of me you annoying priss!’

‘Stop fucking up my school life and leave me the hell alone already!’

He should be ashamed of himself, he couldn’t believe he was letting that make his heart ache even as he saw your face now. No anger, no meanness, just… regret.

Finally, you approached him very awkwardly as neither you nor Iida could bring it in each other to look at each other. And you took a huge breath in and exhaled, you had to do this. You didn’t see your classmates all glancing at you as some of them urged each other to leave to let you and the class rep work it out.

“Iida…” That was one word, and that was just his name, come on, say more than that. “(L/N).” Oh, he said your name too, but that was all he could bring himself to say too.

He looked so sad, even behind his calm composure, you saw that he was still hurt by what you said. “I wanted to apologize… I mean… I really, really wanted to apologize…” You sounded so awkward as you felt the heat glistening in your eyes as you tried not to break down right then and there just being right here before him.

“I… I just… Iida… I’m SO sorry… I-I didn’t mean any of what I said to you I swear… I never should have said all of those things… I shouldn’t have snapped at you when you were trying to help me… I was just… I was mad… so… under pressure and so stressed out… and I hate that I was… I hate that I let it get to me and get inside my head… I… I know that’s not an excuse but I… I’m so sorry…” Voice cracking ever so slightly you wiped your eyes as Iida for once looked at you, sympathy in his softened eyes.

It still hurt. Thinking about what you said to him still really hurt. He cared about you, he truly cared about you, and you hurt him. But Uraraka was talking to him, and it allowed him to think about you more. He knew you, he knew how you were, and everything you showed him those days ago was just you under a lot of stress and having all of your feelings bottled up.

He couldn’t hold that against you. He just wished you had opened up to him about how you were feeling, although he should have reached out to you about that too.

He was silent for a moment, and you feared that he was going to tell you to leave and that you can take your apology with you but no…

“I understand (L/N).” Iida replied calmly as he moved a little bit closer, and he did something you never thought he would do. He put his hand on your shoulder and you could see the sadness in his eyes. “I am sorry too.”

Wait. What?

Why was HE the one apologizing? You’re the one who was being a jerk…

“No…! No don’t… don’t do that Iida… please don’t… I’m the one who was being rude like you said and I was! I’m not going to deny that…!” Frantically, you shook your head and couldn’t accept his apology because he didn’t need to give you one.

“I can’t deny that… but that wasn’t like you, and I understand that it’s only because you were under a lot of stress at the time and-.”

“I’m terrible! I made you guys cry! I said horrible things about you when all you did was look out for me! You didn’t deserve it!” You didn’t mean to cut him off but you couldn’t let him take any blame as you wiped your eyes even more.

“(L/N)… calm down… and please let me finish.” Instead of getting upset, Iida got you to calm down as he kept his cool this time. You wouldn’t go against him at all, you did let him finish. “I wanted to say that I understand and that I’m sorry that you were struggling so much and that I didn’t even realize it. I knew you were having some issues regarding your health, but I didn’t even attempt to ask exactly what was wrong.” He sounded sad, guilty even which just made you feel even worse.

“As the class representative I’m supposed to make sure my classmates are all feeling well both physically and emotionally, and I didn’t do that for you.”

No…

People gonna say If you need a break, someone'll take your place People gonna try To tell you that you're fine with dollars in their eyes Just remember...

“Well… right… but Iida don’t put the entire blame on yourself… I wasn’t subtle at all about how much stress I was under, and I kept saying I was okay when I wasn’t, you guys could tell but still I didn’t do anything…” You admitted and took responsibility since it was partially your fault wasn’t it?

Iida didn’t want you to feel at blame though, even though he DID wish you had said something so he could have helped you and avoided all of this and… those very hurtful things you said to him which made him sad just thinking about it.

“I know and I’m actually really proud to see you apologizing to everyone. It truly speaks volume of your character, even if it took you a while, but I’m certain it wasn’t easy trying to muster up the courage to apologize.” He sounded like he really understood you, because he did. Iida wasn’t afraid to own up to his mistakes, it took a while to do it, but he still did it.

You slowly nodded with a small smile when he said he was proud of you, “And I’m sure it also isn’t easy to admit when you’re not feeling well, especially not when it’s about school, but… that’s why right now I want to apologize for being insensitive about it and I want you to know that if you aren’t feeling well (L/N), you don’t have to be afraid to tell me. I want you to know that even if I might not understand everything you are going through, that I still want to help you as much as I can.” His voice was soft, of course still formal, but there was nothing but care in his tone.

“I won’t judge you, I won’t undermine you, I will listen to you.” After Uraraka told him about how stressed out you were, Iida took it upon himself to do his research on stress, anxiety and mental health. Now that was something he was going to be much more mindful of especially when he started to realize that other classmates like Midoriya, Todoroki, Kaminari and even Bakugo had their own issues regarding mental health and anxiety. He wanted to do that, for them, and for you.

You couldn’t help it, you couldn’t stop your tears from pooling in your eyes as you just threw your arms around him and tightly hugged him, even as he immediately tensed at the proximity. “Ack!” Iida exclaimed as he could feel his whole face turning red at this sudden hug, because... well he wasn’t the kind of guy to really give or receive that kind of physical contact since he didn’t think it was appropriate. Especially not in a school setting...

“(L-L/N)...!” Iida stuttered, feeling even more flustered as you just kept on hugging him, your arms around him tightening as you hid your blushing face and nuzzled into him. “I-I... w-we’re not supposed to be so close and initiate this kind of physical contact!!” He kind of scolded you and blushed even harder when he saw all of his and your classmates all looking and then averting their eyes.

“Tough shit!” You couldn’t help but disregard his rules once more as you pulled away and smiled, and once again disregarded another rule as you got on your tip-toes to kiss him on the cheek which...

You swore broke him as he cringed and his face turned an even darker red than before and he couldn’t even speak anymore...

Wow so THAT shut him up? You should have done that in the beginning...

Iida was so lost for words, more so than when you yelled at him. No one has EVER kissed him before. That kind of physical affection wasn’t really something his very formal family did so... he was shaken, but the worst part was...

He kind of liked it? It wasn’t exactly comfortable but it wasn’t awful either, it... felt kind of nice to be honest...

“Wow...” But when you started giggling that broke him out of his stupor as he felt rather embarrassed at this, “Iida I should have kissed you a long time ago if that’s what gets you to shut the fuck up.” You couldn’t help but tease him a little bit as he grew even more embarrassed and irate at your joke and language.

“W-Watch your language (L/N)! And please don’t hug or kiss someone so randomly but especially in front of our classmates it’s simply not appropriate!” When he scolded you, all you did was smile even when he started to lecture you once again on why kissing and hugging in front of people isn’t very appropriate and you rolled your eyes a bit, your smile not leaving you.

“Yeah, yeah class rep... I’m sorry but... uh... well... I don’t normally hug or kiss people randomly... I did it cuz... well... I... kinda sort of have a crush on you...” You decided you might as well confess, although it came out as a whisper, but still clearly it wasn’t whispery enough since literally everyone heard it based on the way they all gasped. But they didn’t gasp neither as loud as Iida did, and once again you swore Iida’s system broke as he started malfunctioning oncemore when he heard your words. His cheeks flushing bright red as he started to comprehend your words.

“Ooooooh~!” But then Kaminari, Ashido, Kirishima, Sero and Hagakure started hooting and cheering for you and him, and just further served to embarrass him. “Would you grow up?!” And he couldn’t help but yell at them in a slightly irritated voice as you held your mouth to quell your laughter.

“I’m so sorry...” Snickering, you tried to stop yourself from laughing too much as Iida couldn’t stop himself from blushing. He had to admit, he was surprised but also a little bit flattered that you had a crush on him. “D-Don’t... apologize for that...” He did kind of lure you away from the others though since they weren’t being mature about this.

You had to admit, it felt a bit better when there was less eyes on you and Iida even though you could still hear some snickering. “Do you… mean that?” Once it was just you and him, Iida asked you if you were serious, although his tone almost sounded bashful.

And now you felt rather sheepish as your entire face started to burn when you realized that you might have been a little too straightforward. You nervously nodded, “Y-Yes… Ii… Tenya…” Using his name for the first time it made Iida perk up and blush even more but he didn’t even think to tell you to be more formal as he let you talk. “I-I wouldn’t… kid about that I… I just think you’re so nice… so helpful and actually really cool… it just… became hard for me to resist you and… yeah… and like you’re super attractive too and I can’t help but think why are you at school? You should be playing someone who goes to school on TV… and uhh… y-yeah I… guess I mean that when I say… I have a crush on you…” You were stammering because you felt so awkward, but prepared for rejection since you didn’t think Iida was the kind of guy to know how to deal with that.

He awkwardly cleared his throat as the blush on his cheeks deepened the more you spoke of your earnest feelings and found HIM attractive to boot. He couldn’t lie, he was even more flattered to hear you think of him in such a way. “I see…” Those were the only two words Iida could bring himself to say because… he really didn’t know how to respond to that.

Neither did you for that matter. You were both kinda just big fucking dorks…

“Well…! Iida…” You went back to using his last name and decided that this had been awkward enough and didn’t want to make him feel any less comfortable. “This has been sufficiently awkward, and I just… thought you ought to know that, thank you for… putting up with me and understanding I really can’t thank you enough for being so nice when I’ve been a pain so… yeah thank you…” You sweetly smiled at him and Iida just couldn’t let you leave so soon when you were getting ready to leave and turn away.

“Wait… (L/N) I… d-don’t…”

He knew what to do as a class representative, but this wasn’t a job for a class representative, the job didn’t say what to do when someone confesses to you. So Iida had to be himself for this one. Which is what really surprised you as you stopped when you heard him call you.

Iida tried his hardest to not be awkward, and he was disappointed in himself for freezing up the second he felt your (E/C) eyes on him and that’s when he realized just how endearing you were. He’s always found you endearing because of your awkward and generally kind nature, but seeing you looking up at him with your cute face really made him aware of it…

“I’m… not at all experienced with that kind of thing. I wish I knew what to say but… I’m afraid I don’t. I will say this though… I am flattered.” He so badly didn’t want to come off as rude or offend you in anyway so he chose his words carefully. However, you were just happy to hear that he was flattered, and that was good enough for you.

“Oh Tenya…” And he blushed heavily when you heard him say his name again, but once again he didn’t dare tell you to be formal. “It’s okay… me neither… in fact I’m… pretty sure that timing is completely off but… I dunno…” Shrugging your shoulders you giggled nervously and Iida couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

“It’s all right.” He gently reassured you which made you feel so much better as you sighed in relief, “If it helps… I think you are… attractive too.” Oh God he felt like a pervert for merely saying that and looked away in shame, and you found that so cute that you couldn’t help but grin and giggle when he said he found YOU attractive! You were just so… so happy you let out a little squeal.

“Oh my GOD Iida~!” And you felt a bit mischievous so you teased him a little bit by reacting all shocked, but that immediately made him flinch as he felt extremely nervous and he mistook your flattered tone for repulsion, “I-I’m so sorry I… I-I didn’t mean to come off so… disrespectful a-and, a-a-nd…”

“Whoa, whoa don’t hurt yourself… no no I’m actually VERY flattered…” You quickly reassured him since you didn’t want him to feel all weird and ashamed about finding someone attractive and to your relief that did make him ease up a bit and give his own relieved sigh.

You were happy, you were really happy and it didn’t matter that you didn’t know what to do after confessing, you were just happy. “Iida… I said this already but… I really am… sorry for… everything…” Plus you still felt guilty for being so mean, but Iida wasn’t going to let you beat yourself up over it anymore.

“It really is all right (L/N)… I forgive you.” So the taller male gave you a soft smile in hopes that it’ll let you know that he forgives you for hurting his feelings because he knew you would never do that intentionally. This nearly made you cry again as you teared up and you couldn’t help it, you threw yourself back into his arms and once again, Iida flinched a bit at your sudden hug.

But this time…

He slowly brought his arms around you and gently hugged you back. It was stiff and awkward as hell because he’s not really a hugger but it was all Iida and you loved it. As the two of you pulled away, both of you were blushing quite madly and now neither of you knew what to do…

Again…

“(Y/N)…” However, Iida this time used your first name as you nearly jumped and looked at him in slight shock as you hadn’t taken a breath or even blink once you registered that he said your name… “Huh?”

Iida was a bit alarmed to see your shocked face, but then he chuckled when you seemed to come back to Earth after a few seconds. “We should return to our classmates. Tests for the week are over after all, we can take a little break.” That sounded like the best option, since it has been a tiring week of testing and Iida knew that you and the rest of your classmates could use a break.

Shyly you smiled and your face felt warm as you nodded and let Iida lead the way back to your classmates. “Yeah I’d like that Tenya… I’m tired.” You admitted softly with a little smile, and Iida couldn’t help but glance at you with his own smile. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tired too, because he was...

“Then we should… relax.” He wasn’t one for relaxing, but they were hard-working students and everyone deserves a break every now and then right? Especially you, Iida knew that you needed to rest and relax.

“Oh yeah… totally...” You couldn’t agree more as you walked right alongside of him, and you could feel a lot of the stress lifted off your back now once the two of you decided to sit at the couch together to finally catch your breaths and relax together.

You weren’t sure where this would go, but you knew that you and Iida could maybe talk it out later, but for now, the two of you just sat down and relaxed for once. And you didn’t even notice just how tired you were because once you closed your eyes, you were suddenly asleep and unbeknownst to you, so was Iida. Whom also didn’t realize just how tired he was either, nor did he see or feel your head slowly rest upon his shoulder as the two of you finally got some rest and remained completely oblivious to the fact classmates like Ashido and Kaminari were snickering and secretly taking pictures.

You were asleep though so you didn’t care, you were just happy to finally relax with the boy you had a crush on, and finally happy to rest.

Don't let them fuck you, honey, no, oh Don't let them try (ooh) Don't let them hurt you, baby Just say "recess, " I'm tired~...

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Breakfast at Haley’s

A coffee date between two detectives just before the start of Book 2, OR two best friends sit in a cafe and talk about boys. Kira Kingston is mine, Abigail Jenings belongs to @queen-scribbles <3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CAIT!!! I was going to post this tomorrow for your actual birthday, but my internet’s gonna be down, so have a slightly early present :)

It was late morning, but quiet enough in Haley’s Bakery that Abigail and Kira managed to grab a window table. They sat in companionable silence, watching the town go about its business like nothing had changed, the murders only a couple months ago already fading from collective memory. Only the two women at the table truly knew just how much had changed.

Haley delivered their drinks and pastries before wandering off to take another order, and once she was gone Kira finally broke the silence. “It’s too fucking quiet here now,” she admitted reluctantly.

Abigail grinned, wrapping her hands around her coffee mug to let the warmth seep into her fingers. “Kira Kingston, complainin’ about th’ quiet! Wonders never cease.”

“Oh, sod off, Red,” Kira said, but there was no heat behind it. “You know what I mean.”

“You miss ‘em.” AJ didn’t need to say who ‘they’ were. Neither of them seemed to be able to think about much else besides ‘them.’

“Maybe,” Kira muttered to her lemon scone. “I didn’t say it.”

Abigail chuckled at her friend’s sour tone. “I miss ‘em too. Apartment’s too empty now, with just th’ two of us.” She took a bite of her chocolate chip muffin and glanced subtly around the bakery, making sure no one was close enough to listen in. “Have y’ heard anythin’ since…”

Kira shook her head. “No. Not even from Mum.” She leaned across the table, dropping her voice. “It’s all very suspicious, innit? What do you think they’re up to?”

“Dunno,” Abigail said with a shrug, tugging idly at a loose curl. “They said they’re stayin’ in town, right? T’ keep us safe. So they’ll be back soon.”

“I hope so. Though not as much as you do, I think,” Kira said slyly, taking a sip of her tea to hide her grin as she added, as casually as possible, “So you and Nate, hmm?”

“What?!” AJ sat up so quickly the table wiggled, making her coffee slosh in her mug, though it didn’t quite spill over. Her face turned almost as red as her hair. “How did--what are--did he say somethin’?”

“He didn’t have to. I hope you don’t think you’re being subtle, the way you stare at each other. I can see the little cartoon hearts in your eyes. It’s adorable. And nauseating.” Despite the bite to her words, Kira smiled warmly at Abigail and her clear infatuation. If anyone in the world would ever be good enough for her in Kira’s mind, it would be Nate. Still, someone had to say it and she knew Agent Jenings wouldn’t, so she added, “If he breaks your heart, I’ll kick his arse. Vampire superhealing be damned.”

“He wouldn’t,” AJ said immediately.

“No. But if he does.” Kira nudged the toe of Abigail’s boot with her own. “C’mon, AJ. Spill. You’re dying to talk about him, I know it.”

“Alright, you asked for it.” Abigail chuckled and took a drink of her coffee and then the floodgates opened. “But, I mean, you know him, Kir. He has t’ be th’ sweetest person I’ve ever met. He’s so nice--genuinely nice, not fakin’ or anythin’--t’ darn near ev’ryone I’ve ever seen him meet, an’ he’s so charmin’ and sincere about it. An’ he really cares about people, doesn’t want them hurt. He’s so empathetic, ‘specially with those eyes…” She sighed wistfully, her own dark blue eyes shining. “He has the best eyes, Kira. They’re all warm an’ carin’ an’ the most beautiful brown on God’s green earth, an’ when we’re talkin’ he looks at me like I’m th’ only thing that matters, an’ he makes me feel all special--which no one’s ever done before, not like this.”

Kira nodded encouragingly, though she knew AJ didn’t need encouragement on this particular subject.

Sure enough, she continued, a wide and happy smile spreading over her face as she did. “An’ the looks don’t hurt--you know I like tall guys, an’ those shoulders--but they’re just icin’ on th’ cake. He’s gorgeous an’ strong an’ that plays second fiddle to him bein’ so open and sweet. It’s the kindness an’ compassion an’ deep brown eyes that got me. Oh, an’ his smile. His smile makes me all warm an’ gooey inside, an’ not just ‘cause I’m fallin’ for him harder’n a rotted tree in a storm.”

She paused long enough to take another drink of her coffee. “It just…. immediately puts you at ease, makes you feel safe, yeah? Safe an’ valued an’ like you have his undivided attention however long you want it. An’ I want it a real long time. He’s just so wonderful, Kir.” She gestured to the huge, giddy grin still on her face. “Can’t stop smilin’ whenever I so much as think of him. An’ I don’t want to, neither.”

Kira chuckled, unable to keep from smiling herself at Abigail’s infectious joy. “Oh, is that all? Don’t hold back on my account,” she teased.

AJ blushed, drawing a random pattern on the tabletop with her finger. “Well, there’s also th’ way he always knows what t’ say when people are mad or upset or other… emotionally fraught situations and checks with me if he thinks he’s makin’ me th’ least bit uncomfortable--he never is--oh, an’ his hands.” She flexed her own fingers almost subconsciously, like she could almost feel Nate’s hand in hers, but she didn’t elaborate further.

Kira was grateful. She hadn’t given much thought to Nate’s hands before, it seemed like a weird time to do so now.

“Wow.” She smirked and made a show of checking the time on her phone. “You sure that’s it, Red? We’ve still got a few minutes before we’re due to be at the station.”

Abigail chuckled, curling her hands around her coffee mug again. “You asked. Twice.” Her sweet, smitten smile turned playful. “An’ now that I’ve let m’ mouth an’ heart run away with me again, your turn, yeah? What about you an’ Adam?”

Kira scoffed, but she blushed at the same time. “Don’t be daft. There’s no me and Adam. He’s made that very goddamn clear. Doesn’t matter what I feel about it, it isn’t up to me.”

“You don’t see the way he looks at you when y’ aren’t lookin’,” AJ said encouragingly, trying to get her normally closed off friend to open up a bit. She knew she needed to, and just as much she knew that it would take a bit of a push for it to happen.

“Well, no, I wouldn’t, would I?” Kira said, a little sharper than she intended. Then, in a tiny voice, speaking more to the table than to her friend, she added, “How… how does he look at me?”

“Th’ same way I look at Nate.”

“Really?” Kira hated how hopeful that single word sounded. She scowled at no one in particular - or at least, no one in the bakery; it wasn’t hard to figure out who she would be scowling at, if he were there. “Ugh. He’s the most pig-headed, arrogant bastard I’ve ever met. I’m glad you shot him. I should have fucking shot him.”

“An’ you’re in love with him,” Abigail said plainly. One of them had to say it.

“And I’m in love with him.” It took a second for the words to sink in, and when they did Kira covered her face with both hands and groaned. "Oh fuck, I am, aren’t I? How do I make it stop?"

Abigail reached across the table to pat Kira on the arm. "I don’t think it works like that."

Kira was quiet for a long time, long enough that AJ started to wonder if she was going to say anything at all, but she waited her out, eating her muffin in silence while she put her thoughts together.

"He’s got the prettiest eyes," Kira muttered all of a sudden, as if the words escaped against her will. But once she started talking, she couldn't seem to stop. "You know wintergreen’s always been my favorite color. I didn’t know eyes came in that color. And have you seen his arms? Those are good arms to have. And his jawline might as well have been chiseled out of marble, just… fucking perfect." She paused, chipping restlessly at her nail polish, leaving a neat pile of black lacquer on her napkin. "And I… feel safe with him. Like nothing bad could happen as long as he’s there. Obviously, that’s not true, if it was, Murphy wouldn’t have… but it still feels that way, you know?"

"It’s just--I’m--he’s--fuck!" She dropped her head onto the table with a dull thud, but only stayed there a second before sitting up again. "When he looks at me, it’s like the rest of the world just disappears. Like it’s just him and me. And sometimes it’s so intense I can barely breathe. Just from him looking at me! If he ever touched me--like, actually touched me, with intention, not just when he’s trying to protect me--I might literally combust."

She closed her eyes and sighed. "I could live a thousand years and never feel as special as I do when Adam smiles at me." She covered her face again. "Oh god, that’s awful. If I start reciting poetry, hit me with something."

“Y' know I'm not gonna do that,” Abigail chuckled. She bit her lip in an attempt to hold back a smile. “It's not such a bad thing, havin' feelin's for someone. Y' might even like it if y' try.”

“It doesn’t bloody matter anyway, does it? He doesn’t want me. Or he doesn’t want to want me. There was a moment when I thought, maybe…” Kira’s light brown eyes were distant, full of something an awful lot like longing. Then she shook her head, and it was gone, “but nevermind. Whatever. I think he’d be happy if he never saw me again. If he didn’t have me around complicating things for him.”

AJ shook her head. “You don’ believe that, Kir,” she murmured gently.

“Maybe. I don’t know. It’s fine, I’ve accepted it.” Kira combed her fingers through her hair as she slouched down in her chair. “Can we go back to talking about you and Nate? Or, like, fucking absolutely anything else?”

“How ‘bout Felix an’ Mason?” AJ finally unleashed the smile she’d been holding back.

“Felix is great,” Kira said immediately, relieved in the change in subject. “He’s what you’d be if you woke up one day and stopped caring about what people think about you.”

“Funny.” Abigail arched an eyebrow playfully, her grin widening to match it. “I was gonna say the same about you an’ Mason. Y’ even dress alike.”

Kira smirked and rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, I’ve seen him wear at least one red shirt. That’s too much color for me.”

Abigail’s phone beeped and a second later Kira’s buzzed as well. They reached for them in sync. “That’ll be Tina, I s’ppose. Looks like breakfast is over.”

They quickly finished their coffee and tea and pastries. AJ took their empty mugs and plates up to the counter while Kira took their trash to the bin and then Kira held the door for them both as they waved goodbye to Haley and stepped out into the cool morning streets.

Abigail linked her arm into Kira’s as they fell into step together for the walk to the police station. “Thanks for listenin’, Kir.”

“Anytime. Really. You can talk to me about Nate anytime you want, as much as you want.” She squeezed her arm fondly. “I’ll bitch and moan about it, but I won’t mean it. I’m just jealous you won the emotional availability lottery when it comes to hot vampires.”

AJ lit up with a bright smile and an even brighter blush. “I did, didn’t I?” They walked the rest of the way to work in comfortable silence except for occasionally greeting people who said hello as they passed. Only when they arrived at the front door did she draw Kira to a stop, waiting until she met her eyes to gently say, “Y’ know you can talk t’ me about Adam anytime too, yeah?”

“I know.” Kira smiled warmly, then slipped her arm out of Abigail’s to wrest the door open. “But don’t get your hopes up, Red, I doubt there’ll be anything worth talking about.”

Abigail chuckled, her smile knowing as she followed Kira into the station. “We’ll see about that.”

#kira kingston #abigail jenings #aj/nate #kira/adam #the wayhaven chronicles #HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAIT!!!!#I hope this was worth the wait and that I did your girl justice #yes I kept all of aj’s big I-love-nate rant she deserves to rant she’s the best #no I don’t know how the big game moments would work with two detectives just MST3K motto and carry on #I love these ladies and their grandma apartment and their sun/moon dynamic and their VERY DIFFERENT romances #yes the ‘those are good arms to have’ line is from buffy I couldn’t help myself

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hitchell-mope · 4 years

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(Third film. After “who I am”. Mal Hades and Uma freeze for a moment. The gravity of their bonding moment sinking in. Then they burst out laughing. And they’re only stopped by Harry flying through the closed french windows and crashing into the gazebo)

Ben: sorry. My bad. He encroached on my personal space

Harriet: he walked past you

Ben: he walked past behind me.

Harriet: so the fuck what?

Mal: Ben’s got a fight or flight response when it comes to the gnome.

Gil: it’s what happens when you do what Harry did to him

Cj: which is what exactly?

Ben: kidnapping me, trying to sell Gil to me, attempted to kill me and was accessory to the almost capsizing of the cotillion yacht that me and all my friends were on

Cj: that is barely worth mentioning and in any

Evie: Ok everyone shut up I need to talk to the happy couple

Harry: I think my legs are broked

Evie: no one cares flapjack face. Ben. Mal. Join me at the kitchen island

Mal: you wanna tell her or shall I?

Ben: umm. Me? (Mal gives him the go ahead). Um. Evie. Uh. Heheh. We sort of decided on most of the um important stuff so you don’t have to plan. You just have organise

Evie: and the four things?

Mal: I can create my new dress with magic. I’m going to ask my mom if I can borrow a necklace. I’ve got the class ring Ben gave me. And I can redo the hair streaks my exposure to the ember made for the ceremony. Sorted

Evie (through a forced, fixed smile): so I’m utterly superfluous

Carlos: pretty much yeah.

Jay: c’mon E. this is probably gonna be the first royal wedding in history where the couple have their heads on screwed on right

Evie: mhmm mhmm yeah yes of that is true however HOWEVER there’s the little slight wrinkle of me being all but shut out from the proceedings

Mal: you’re still in the party. After Jane - oh shit Jane! - and Evie’s fainted. Doug, buddy, could you alert me when she wakes up. I gotta go talk with the guest of honour

(She bustles over your Jane who’s just outside and nursing a large glass)

Mal: hey bud

Jane (slightly glazed look in her eye): heya Mally. How’re hic you doin?

Mal: I actually came over to see how you were doing. I got wrapped in my own drama again. I’m sorry

Jane: ah don’t be. I’ve come to expect. Nothings about me. Never. Not even my own birthdays. You know in my four teeth I got ‘tention?

Mal: no

Jane: Chas copied off me in algebra. Ma thought I cheated. Registration thingumy. Him fore I. So I spent that afternoon clapping erasers. So see. Never bout me

Mal: ah. Well this was supposed to be about you. And I’ve shirked you to a corner drinking....

Jane: 🎶colada’🎶

Mal: right. Judging your countenance I’d say not a virgin one. How many have you had?

Jane: one. About eighty, eighty eight times? I think. Might be more

Mal: I see. Wanna stitck by me for the evening?

Jane (pouty): will you show off those sceptre tricks you’ve been working on?

Mal (chuckling): if you want

Hades (from the kitchen): Mal! Evie is awake and demanding your presence

Evie: I refuse to be shut out!

Mal: (long, long sigh) I am so sorry Jane. Let me try and make things better.

(She points her finger at the ground and Hadie materialises in a plume of green smoke. He’s trying a hat on)

Hadie: strange, I could’ve sworn there was a mirror there

Mal: what in dad’s name are you wearing?

Hadie: oh. Doug said I should get changed. Lovely guy by the way. Evie chose well. Dizzy took me upstairs to the changing rooms. And I saw a large picture as I passed her room. He was wearing this precise outfit. So I replicated the look and was just fixing the hat when you summoned me. You like?

Mal (very calm): Jefferson. Please tell me you replicated the look and not replaced it. All three of them will kill me if that posters wearing a bathrobe

Hadie: (beat) ok. NOW it’s replicated

Mal: good. Now could you please do me a favour and keep an eye on Jane? Birthday girl shouldn’t be left alone

Hadie: it’d be my pleasure

Mal: great thanks. I gotta go

Jane: he’s tall. Er then me

(Mal goes back into the house and heads towards Evie)

Mal: what is it now?

Evie: you just can’t keep me out of your wedding planning. I’m the WEDDING PLANNER

Ben: we’re not keeping you out E. We’re just shutting down the ideas we don’t like

Evie: you’re not even supposed to be part of the conversation! You’re the groom you’re only job is to show up sober

Mal: really? Well that scuppers my plans to be blitzed during the ceremony

Evie: oh here we go...

(As they continue arguing Uma heaves a long suffering sigh and goes outside, Lonnie goes over to check up on Gil who’s eyes are scrunched shut with his hands over his ears)

Lonnie: you ok

Gil: I don’t like it when my friends fight

Lonnie: I know. Hey jay. Could you help us out here please?

Jay: sure. Hmmm. Ooh. I know. To get rid of these ants in their pants/I command thee all to get up and dance.

(Some music starts up and everyone freezes)

Jay (taking Gil’s hands away from his ears): at your leisure qayidi 'aw rbany

(This is when “backflip” happens. After the song the spells breaks)

Evie: what happened?

Lonnie: you three were arguing, Gil got upset so Jay broke the argument up and we all danced

Mal: sorry bud

Ben: sorry bro

Evie: yeah sorry

Gil: s’ok

Evie: what were we arguing about?

Mal: beats me

Ben: ditto

Cj: I know

Jay: no ya don’t

Cj: ....uhhhh....OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO HARRY!

Ben (much more then dismissively): eh he’ll be fine. Where’s Uma?

Elsa (refreezing the now lukewarm beer): she headed back outside Benjamin

Ben: ohhhh yeah uhhhh heheh you mind?

Mal: nah, go ahead. Do what you gotta do

Ben: thank you

(Outside Uma’s ranting and raving about how Mal “always wins” and how she “always loses” but she stops when Ben approaches her)

Uma: ohhhh What do you want?

Ben: talk?

Uma: oh yeah? What about?

Ben: uh, you?

Uma: why? I could see you lot in there perfectly happy, dancing about, not a care in the damn world, you and your FUCKING FRIVOLITY!!!!

Ben: ohhhh riiiight yeah I understand now, can’t be easy. Worlds in tatters, your entire life perceptions been upended, you think you’ve got on the same page with some of your family then you see your cousins arguing about wedding planning so you don’t think they’re taking things seriously. Completely understandable

Uma:...yeah I’m a little tipsy so you’re gonna have to slow down

Ben: you think you patched things up with Mal then you turn around and she’s not focusing on what you deem necessary

Uma: I’m not gonna “patch things up” until she admits and pays for what she did to me

Ben: what more can she do though? I mean seriously. She apologised, tried to let you kill her and she’s protected celia throughout most of today. Most things are a two way street Uma. And it’s up to you wether you accept her apology or not. No one can but you

Uma: I...don’t...KNOW. I DUNNO! GOD! I can’t stand it! She gets everything! The title, the reverence, the power, immortality! This past year I’ve been in my own personal hell while she’s been over here swanning about and owning the whole fucking place! It’s not fair that she gets all this and I get pruny hands and a barnaclised first mate!

Ben: have you told Mal this?

Uma: what? And be vulnerable towards the cow? I thought you were smart

Ben: (chuckles) m’sorry. Shouldn’t laugh

Uma (scoffing): s’alright. It’s pathetic. I’m pathetic. But I can’t help it. Cause when she’s been here, I’ve been down there. With my oh so delightful mother. And yeah I know it’s stupid. I can’t let it go. I’m not ice bitch. The sea waits and it will have its revenge! I’mramblingaren’tI?

Ben: mhmm. But that’s ok. You deserve it. Honestly every vk on this property has a right to complain and then some.

Uma: im done. You can go

Ben: before I do can I give you my thoughts quick?

Uma: whatever

Ben: I can help you. Believe me. All I want to do is help. But you kidnapped me. You tortured me. You tried to kill me. Why? To stick it to Mal? To make yourself feel better. All you had to do was ask and I would’ve listened to you. I will in fact still listen to you. I want to be friends with you but you need to let this petty vendetta go. It won’t do anyone any good to dwell on the past. I only hope you understand that

Uma: petty? Me? Petty?

Ben: mhmm.

Uma: bitch!

Ben: oh please. Everyone has a fatal flaw. I, apparently, have a tendency to be a smidge naive

Uma (utterly deadpan): really? I never would’ve believed it.

Ben: are you sure you can’t see yourself one day letting what happened go?

Uma: nope

Ben: why not?

Uma: cause it feels right. Evening the score feels right. And frankly I don’t care what you think. It’s simple as that. I don’t care

(This is when “I’ve gotta be me” happens)

#disney descendants #zendaya!mal

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ashleyswrittenwords · 5 years

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How To Be A Queen [Part 7]

Summary: Princess Zelda is at a loss. Her handed royal responsibilities have begun to weigh heavily on her and she is eventually backed into a corner. Live a life she loathes or run away from everything she’s ever known? Navigating life is hard, and Link forces her to learn that she doesn’t have to do it alone.

Warning: None

Part 1

How To Be A Queen

I woke up this morning with a stumble in my step and a desperation to eat more than any lady should. Today, I reminded myself, I am not a lady. Or royalty, or anything of the sort. I was Zelda. Just like yesterday, and just like tomorrow. Zelda.

I fumbled around the pockets of the trousers I wore for the last week and after blindly patting around I procured a thin leather strap. I was not in the mood to even attempt to style the rat's nest that sat on my scalp, instead settling with combing the more obvious bits of hair and tying up the rest in a rather messy bun. I peered into the dresser mirror. My eyes weren't even all the way open. The nest on my head was smoother, but easily resembled a pile of hay. Oh, well.

A glitter on my finger caught my attention. On my middle finger was a gold band. It was simple, as it was supposed to be. I was gifted it on my 13th birthday. It was supposed to symbolize my sincerity and purity. On the night of my wedding there is a ring ceremony of switching it to my ring finger. Which, in all honesty, was pointless. It just screams out to everyone that I got laid. I pursed my lips. I had forgotten to leave it when I left. There was no point in having it now.

There was a quiet tap at the door. It shuttered as it slid open.

"Oh, good. You're awake. One of the girls prepared breakfast. I've also brought a change of traveler's clothes."

Impa closed the door behind her, giving one disapproving look at my hair. "You look like you've never been near a marbled floor in your life."

"Oh good, that was the look I was going for actually."

She shook her head and pulled a chair up, "I do suppose you've never had the chance to get ready by yourself before. Sit child."

I followed suit and sat. Impa pulled the leather strap from my hair with ease and my hair sprang into frizzy mess once more. "Now follow me in the mirror, Zelda," she began taking my hair into her hands and narrated a process of how to properly style one's hair without an extra pair of hands. After a few minutes of struggling and strained fingers I managed to do a proper bun that satisfied the Sheikah woman.

"Just because you've been traveling with a man doesn't mean you need to get ready like one," she muttered, handing me a set of clothes she had brought in. "Nor should you wear their clothes."

I laughed at her sincerity and thanked her. She rambled a little bit about the village and how cold the winter would be as I undressed myself.

"They're saying it will be one of the coldest winters in years, Zelda. I think if you are going to Hateno like Link had told me you should leave today before nightfall if you want to beat the snowfall."

As my head popped through the thin first cotton layer I looked at her in disbelief, "Today? But I'd like to spend more time here. With you."

She shook her head with a smile, "I'm afraid the goddesses haven't deemed it so. These are the perfect conditions for a blizzard. And whenever we have a large snowfall, the mountain passes get blocked for days. Unfortunately, I wouldn't want to risk Link and yourself being stuck here when a whole world awaits you."

I scowled, "Rubbish."

Despite my sour mood, the clothes fit like a glove. There were two long white layers with a pattered black and green bodice that laced in the front. I held the laces in my hand and looked up at my host with a light blush, "I'm sorry, could you help me? I've never tied a bodice before."

Breakfast was divine. I ate canned peaches and strawberries with porridge, and though it wasn't my usual favorite from Castletown it was a welcomed treat. A tea pot was set down by a girl who Impa had said was a priestess in training. I smiled and thanked her. It steamed through the spout and I looked just beyond it at a blond headed man already asking for a third helping. The girl giggled at his aloof grin and took the bowl away from him with a red face.

"Have you no shame, Captain?" Impa addressed him.

"I'm afraid not, ma'am," he answered easily.

Impa let out a "Hmph!" and turned to me, "I attempted to teach him basic etiquettes before you were his charge."

"You were?" I looked over at Link, who in turn held a grin.

"An emphasis on attempted."

No wonder they were so comfortable together. Impa nodded, "Your father had asked me to vet him before his promotion. As you can see his mannerisms weren't what won me over."

"It's okay, Lady Impa, you don't have to tell her it was my charm."

Impa failed to hide a smile, "It certainly was not."

I laughed. "I don't think it was all for naught, I don't think he spoke more than a sentence to me the first two years."

"Is that right?" Impa asked, "Probably a good thing, if you ask me. Once you start getting him to talk about himself he doesn't shut up."

"That's not true!" He said. Much to my amusement, I watched Link and Impa bicker from my seat. I could only listen with a smile. For some reason, I enjoyed this. It differed greatly to the silent meals in the great hall, but it was welcomed. I giggled at one of Impa's retorts. The uneasiness between Link and I had apparently been dissolved. The possibility of it resurfacing once we leave today made me nervous, but I pushed it aside finding them looking at me. Link had just finished his question. Embarrassed, my cheeks warmed, "I beg your pardon?"

"See!" Impa interjected, "Impeccable manners. You could actually learn by example."

Link half acknowledged her with a smile and looked back at me with concern creeping into his voice, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" I said while I messed with what remained in my bowl as a measly attempt to distract myself from the way he looked at me.

"I'm sorry you have to leave so soon, Zelda," Impa said gently. I shook my head, "It's not your fault. I'm not upset."

I shrugged, glancing at Link, "We can always come back, right?"

"Don't look at me, Princess," he said, laughing a bit at my question, "I'm just along for the ride."

"And my door is always open for you, Zelda."

I felt suddenly bashful, "Thank you."

The outdoor air was a shock to my system. I had been spoiled the last day with a warm bed. I tried to engulf myself with the coat I was given. It was grey and lined with fur on the inside. Someone lifted the hood and let it drop over my head, dipping in front of my face. I saw Link kneel in front of me with a broad grin, "You ready?" A boyish excitement peeked through, making me smile without my meaning to.

I watched him wait for my response. "Oh!" I scrambled, "Where is Impa?"

"Behind you," she responded. I spun around and gave her a tight hug.

"You're coming back," she said as a statement, not as a suggestion. I nodded eagerly. "Good," she hugged me back, her voice dipping into a more professional tone, "We need to talk about how you will address your court."

"I know," I said pulling away. She was right. I was thankful to have someone like Impa there to help. It made me feel less alone. With a bout of waving, we parted. I rushed to catch up with Link's long strides. It had snowed overnight and the inches of snow crunched under our feet. I wished I could say goodbye to Rivka and her mother, but it seemed it wasn't meant to be. Perhaps next time we were in the area.

"Where to next?" Link said as we entered the mountain pass.

I looked at him weird, "Hateno. Where else were you thinking?"

"I dunno," he shrugged, "It'll be underwhelming compared to everything."

"Doubtful." A gust of wind came through the pass and I gasped as the hood flew off, letting the cold hit my face and neck. "Keep your hood up, it would suck if you get sick," he said, adjusting his own. Tufts of blond hair overflowed from his dark coat.

I held onto my hood as another gust blew past us, it was almost violent. I wonder what would've happened if we stayed longer than we should have. Despite the chill, I was entranced by how much heavy snow changed the scenery. Plants and grass that were poking from the ground when we arrived was now deeply entrenched in snow. The trees that loomed over us were skeletons. It was quiet other than the crunch of snow under our feet. The depth had gotten so deep that I opted to tail behind Link and follow his footsteps. Every now and again he would look back to check if I was still there. And each time I would smile because I didn't know what else to do when I looked at him.

It took us longer to get through the trail than we expected. If I had to guess maybe two hours compared to the hour long ascension. We took a path that led us farther south. The mountains opened and not long after were in the distance behind us.

"I didn't get Aryll anything."

"Hm?" I was pulled out of my thoughts and saw Link debating something in his head. The snow wasn't as heavy here so I hurried to walk alongside my guide.

"I didn't get a souvenir for my sister. She'll be mad."

"Well, what do you usually get her?"

Link paused, "Girl stuff. From Castletown. I've bought a gown for her before - of course it didn't fit. A necklace for her birthday. I think one time I bought her a diary. She never used it."

"Oh," I pondered, "What does she like?"

"Girl things."

I blinked, my eyebrows drawing together, "Like what?"

He shrugged, "Hair and jewelry or something. She doesn't really express much interest in anything other than astronomy, but she already has a telescope."

"She likes jewelry?"

"Yeah, but we never really could afford anything growing up. I think Aryll was forced to grow out of that interest."

I pulled at a band around my middle finger, "Here, give her this."

I held out my palm. It was my gold ring. "Zelda," Link sounded surprised, "I can't just take this."

"Why not? It's nothing special. I only wear it on formal occasions."

"You know why," he shook his head, "It'd be wrong for me to give away my charge's purity ring."

My cheeks reddened, "Don't say it like that. It's not- We aren't-"

I was lost for words as unnecessary imagery rushed through my head.

He raised his eyebrows at me in a knowing expression, "See?" I mumbled my frustration away and glanced at our bag on his back.

"What?" He said, noticing the smile playing on my lips.

"During the era of the Middle Kingdoms, wives would give their husbands the rings after," I wiggled my eyebrows, "you know."

Link's face went blank and he looked at me strangely. I expected a response attune to "Go on…", but he didn't say anything.

"Sooo," I prolonged the 'o', "We just have to find someone to marry me and then he can give you the ring."

"Yeah, no," he rolled his eyes as I began laughing.

"Why not? I think it's a fool-proof plan! It'll totally get the heat off your back."

"Sure, let's go back and get ahold of that one guy from the ball," he said, taking long strides. I picked up my pace, unbelievably amused by my own banter. My face scrunched up. "I wouldn't touch him with a ten-foot pole."

"I wouldn't let you come within one-hundred feet of him!" Link exclaimed, "Hylia willing."

I beamed, forgetting completely about the cold. My face dropped as I remembered something. "Link! Stop I need to get something."

Link did and I took the moment to reach into it, rummaging around. It was forcefully pulled low by my weight.

"Ow, quit it," he said, kneeling slightly. "I'm not a pack mule, Highness."

I flicked him in the head, "I told you to stop calling me that, Pack Mule."

"Um, it's Sir Pack Mule to you. I was knighted by you-"

"Aha!" I yelled out, producing an ivory comb from the bag. "Give her this."

I made sure to bring a comb when we left Impa's house, and they were like the ones from the castle. It was made from ivory and fine-toothed, on the handle was a delicately carved flower. If Aryll wanted to, I suppose it could be used as decoration .

"Where did you get that?"

"Impa's house. Don't worry, I asked to steal it."

Link took it out of my hand gingerly. "I think Aryll will love it."

"Really?" I grinned. He nodded, lingering a bit. "Come on, we'll get off track."

I complied. We walked further and eventually we reached a bridge. The lake was frozen over to the point where I thought it was a field of white, it wasn't until I heard water was when I questioned Link about it.

"Lake Siela is known for freezing only the over the top," he had told me, "A lot of travelers have fallen through and died because of it. People think the water is just warm enough from the hot springs runoff that only the surface is affected. Others think the lake is cursed."

"What do you think?"

"I think we should walk over the bridge instead."

As we were reaching it, we noticed a woman standing around.

Was she… singing to her horse?

"Link," I whispered aggressively, "That's the same woman from the campfire."

"From Kakariko?"

"No, the stable."

He grew quiet. I looked up and he had a set expression on his face. Somehow, I could tell that he was debating if we should turn back. I wasn't so alarmed by her presence, but Link's reaction when he saw her that night unnerved me. I had thought it was because it was the first person I spoke to since leaving the castle, but he didn't act the same at the village. Something was wrong.

"I'm sure she's fine, though," I said more to assure myself.

"Your ring."

"What about it?" I thumbed the side of the band. I felt him move closer and my heart jumped when we brushed sides. Hot fingers interlaced with my own and my cheeks flushed. My brain stopped working. All I knew was that Link was warm and he smelled good. With that thought being processed properly, I realized how strange it would be to say that aloud. "Switch it to your ring finger," he finally whispered. It sounded like he knelt to my ear to say that. His voice was low, but my stomach seemed to drop lower.

"O-Oh."

Suddenly I was aware of how I was walking, how my hair looked, how my frigid hands were starting to sweat, how I was breathing, amongst other things. Despite it all, I unfortunately took my hand away from Link and switched the ring before unceremoniously slipping it back into place. My breath was uneven as he tightened his hold.

Thirty yards turned into fifteen and then into five.

"Hello there!" Link bellowed, he sounded completely different from before. I tried searching for a word to describe it and quickly settled on jovial. In some respect, with the same assertiveness as Uncle.

She turned towards us as if she was expecting company. "Well! What a coincidence to see this happy couple again!" Her eyes were the same piercing color. I hadn't noticed her tan skin that night, but it's deep complexion contrasted perfectly to the winter wonderland around her. Her cheekbones being more extenuated. It occurred to me that she may not be Hylian as I had assumed earlier. However, she wasn't tall like a Gerudo. My thoughts were put to rest as her eyes scanned me. I smiled politely despite feeling violated by her gaze. I involuntarily squeezed Link's hand, feeling reprieve when I felt him return the pressure.

"I thought you two were engaged!" She gasped audibly. My heart jumped.

"You caught us!" Link laughed, it sounded foreign to my ears, "We got eloped in Kakariko."

"How romantic!" She smiled widely. I smiled back, hugging his arm.

If you're going to play the part… at least make it convincing, right?

"We'd love to stay and chat, but I'm afraid we'll miss our honeymoon. Happy Midwinter!" He said bowing his head and pushed against me to start walking. Admittingly I almost tripped on my own feet but was saved by lumber support.

"And what is this lovely budding family called?" She called behind us.

"We're the Foresters," he said, glancing over his shoulder.

#harharhar #ending on a high note #how to be a queen #zelink #zelink fanfiction #legend of zelda: breath of the wild #legend of zelda #zelda #link

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amethystdarkwolf · 5 years

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Split [Part One]

AU: X Ship: X Prompt: X Requested by: X Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, Sympathetic Remus, Panic/anxiety attacks, angst with a happy ending and yelling. If I missed any Let Me Know! Summary: Patton gets frustrated with Virgil, as Virgil tries to actually show Thomas again that he is Anxiety that he can be a bad thing. Patton ends up snapping and causes Virgil to split in two, much like Roman and Remus. F/A/H-C:Angst POV: 3rd ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Side Note: This is a two part fic written by both me and @chimchar1009 We hope you enjoy!! Also I stopped doing my taglist, it’s too much work, use my Writing tag ‘Amethystdarkwrites’

[Part Two] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Thomas, you can’t go. You really don’t know what would happen! You know only one person if you would be going! And to a place like that you need to go with a group, there are so many things that could-” Virgil was cut off, Patton interrupting him.

“Virgil it’ll be okay! We know what we’re doing and how to be careful, and plus we promised! It’s their birthday after all!” Patton tried to explain, they were safe, everything would be okay. But Virgil was having none of it. He went off listing danger after danger, while Patton tried to reassure him that those wouldn’t happen. Both completely ignoring Roman, Logan and Thomas, every suggestion they gave was immediately ignored as if they weren’t even there.

Until Patton snapped.

“Virgil! That’s Enough!!!” He shouted, almost loud enough to echo across the apartment’s walls. He balled his hands into tight fists, shutting his eyes closed as he put his arms down forcefully to his sides, separated.

He heard the sound of screaming for a moment, painful, blood-curdling screaming. But it stopped as soon as it started, rendering the room completely silent.

When his eyes opened, he was made just as speechless. In Virgil’s spot, stood two versions of him. One that was leaning against the wall, clearly exhausted, having a white hoodie on with small blue patches residing on it. While the other was leaning against the banister, in a way that resembled him as scared of the other as he clung to it like a lifetime, having a dark gray hoodie with faded red stripes. Similar looking to Virgil’s old hoodie. They both had logos as well. The first had a light grey cloud with cobalt blue stitching around it. While the other had a black lighting bolt with crimson red stitching around it.

There was only silence for a few seconds as Patton and the others stared at the two new sides in front of them. “Virgil?” Patton asked breaking the dead silence. Both of the two new sides looked up at Patton in response.

“Dad? What did you do to me?” The white and blue clothed side asked. “Us.” The second new side corrected, his voice in Tempest Tongue. “What did you do to us? To Virgil?!” The red and dark grey side growled at Patton.

Patton was speechless he had no idea what he had done to his dark strange son. He glanced quickly at the others. Thomas looked like he was about to start to panic, Logan was just frozen and Roman… Roman, he had a look of horror on his face. A look of horror that showed he knew exactly what Patton did.

“Patton… You- you split Virgil into two just like you did with me and Remus…” Roman paused for a second to compose himself, now wasn’t the time for him to start crying. “We may never see our stormcloud again…”

“But there has to be a way to get him back! Virgil can’t just be gone forever!” Thomas replied.

“The only example we have to go off of is Roman and Remus and they never re-fused. So, unfortunately, it’s a safe assumption to say that it’s not possible for these two halves of Virgil to refuse.” Logan answered visibly troubled by this answer.

Patton can only stare in horror at Logan with what he said. Did he really get rid of Virgil for good?

“Patton… this is… what you’ve done to Virgil… it's so bad I don’t even have a word to describe it.” Roman refuses to look at Patton while saying this.

“That was messed up even for me.” Remus said after he appeared next to Roman.

Tears began to well up in his eyes. He really messed up and he had no way to fix what he did. “Are you happy now?” Deceit asked as he appeared to Patton. He started crying no he didn’t want this. He would never want this. He just wanted Virgil back, he wanted his best friend back.

“Deceit?” The black and red Virgil whispered. Deceit looks up at him. “Yeah, V?”

“Are we gonna be like this forever?”

“I honestly don’t know.” He glared at Patton as he said that.

“Well… If they’re gonna be here possibly forever do they have names? We can’t really call them Virgil or Anxiety.” Thomas interrupts.

“We don’t have a name beside Virgil…” The side against the wall replied.

“Well, we can give you names!” Roman said and points to the white and blue side. “Your name can be Vito.”

“Vito… Ok, I’m fine with it.”

“Ok and you!” Roman says pointing to the other side. “Your name can be Viho.”

“Ok yeah, I’m not letting my name be picked by you princey. That names fudging stupid.” He growls at Roman.”

“Ok wow, no need to be so mean we’re friends.”

“Who said we are friends?!” He shouts at Roman.

The room falls into a shocked silence. Tears well up in Roman’s eyes but he quickly wipes them away like nothing happened.

“How bout Volt?” Remus says changing the topic.

“I like that, Remus. My names Volt.” Volt says with a smirk. Roman just stares at Volt shocked and hurt. Volt only glanced over to Patton, who was still in tears, but instead of having any kind of remorse in his expression, there was a glare.

Patton tried to speak, tried to apologize, but his sobs muffled his words. “Virgil- I-I mean, Vito, Volt. I didn’t want this… I didn’t mean for this to happen! I-” He was cut off as Volt interrupted him, “Well obviously you did! Because we’re here! The good and the bad! Just like Roman and Remus” He huffed, “What are you going to do, huh?”

Logan sighed, “Volt-”

“Split Logan next time he disagrees with you??”

“Volt! Enough.” Logan snapped, causing silence to fall across the room. “I understand your frustrations-”

“No you don’t, you robot.”

Logan took a deep breath to not let that get to him, “You are upset, but we all are to some degree, you have to try to focus so that we can properly fix the issue. We are unsure if you can be fused again, but we will try to do what we can if you cooperate with us.”

Volt leaned against the banister once again, “I don’t see the point.” he muttered harshly. “I mean, again if Patton had wanted Virgil here, he’d still be here. He banished Virgil to the dark side so what’s to say he wouldn’t do it again with me or if we did get back together.”

Vito glances at Volt, “Patton won’t do that, I won’t let him.”

“You can’t stop him he always gets what he wants!”

Thomas covers his face with his hands, his breathing slightly beginning to pick up, “So he’s never coming back?” He asked, his voice having the slightest quiver to it. “But he’s my anxiety!” His hands shook as he ran them through his hair, “And-and Patton- you’re my morality! Why would you want to do that?!” He could barely keep up with all that was happening, quickly becoming overwhelmed and spiraling into a panic attack.

Vito looks at Thomas concerned, “Thomas, remember to breathe.” He turns to Volt. “Volt stop! Your making Thomas have a panic attack!”

“Why should I? You’ll listen to me better this way and Thomas will forgive me anyways.”

“Volt! Please!” Vito begged as he went over to his half, “This isn’t the way to handle this!”

“Why? Because he’s feeling bad? Guess what he feels bad almost all the time thanks to how strict Patton is! And ya know what? In some cases he deserves it!”

“He didn’t know that this would happen? Volt, please Virgil wouldn’t want this!”

“Maybe your part of him wouldn’t but mine does! How are you not hurt by what he did?! How are you not feeling betrayed?!”

Vito is silent for a second before looking at his other half in the eyes. “I am hurt and I do feel betrayed but revenge isn’t the answer.”

“I’m not after revenge! I just don’t want to be hurt anymore! I don’t want him to be hurt anymore!”

“We aren’t going to be hurt-”

“How do you know that??”

Finally, Logan snapped, “Volt, this is not the way to handle this situation… Thomas himself had nothing to do with this, causing him to have a panic attack will only delay our time to get this back in order. You are now only harming Thomas. None of us... Take a deep breath and we can figure this out.”

Volt went quiet for a moment, but then just crossed his arms as he leaned against the banister, refusing to look at anyone directly as he muttered out, “Fine.”

Vito took a deep breath and walked a bit closer to Thomas, “Thomas, remember what you’ve learned, breath in for four seconds,” he tried to keep his voice a lot softer and calmer than it had been, especially in comparison to his other half.

He slowly guided Thomas through a few breathing exercises, glancing to Patton every once in a while as he did so to make sure he was following along to. The other sides were finally able to find their calm as well, even if Roman, Remus, and Deceit were furious with Patton over what had happened. They were able to calm down at least.

Volt glanced back from the floor, and over to Thomas and Patton, both sobbing messes at this point. That’s when the realization hit him. He looked between the other sides, making sure the attention wasn’t on him and grinned a wicked borderline malicious grin before sinking out to Virgil’s room.

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Badass Boys - Chapter Eighteen

First, Previous, and Next.

Masterlist/Outfits

Series Description: Virgil has always been known as a bad boy, Logan very recently has been considered a bad boy. However, no one knows that these two bad boys are gay.

Chapter Description: Virgil and Kyla meet.

Pairings: Analogical (Side Royality)

CW: Strong language

Criticism is appreciated!

“Can I tell you something?” Logan asked.

“Yeah, of course,” Virgil responded as he scratched his ear.

“I, um, got into the university.”

“Really? Oh my God, Logan, that’s amazing!” Virgil beamed as he managed to give Logan a hug while they’re sitting.

“Yeah. So… have you applied yet? The deadline is next week.”

“I’m almost finished with the application. I’m going to finish it, Logan, I promise.”

Logan sighed and said, “Virgil.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” Virgil apologized.

“Hey, don’t sound so sad. It’s fine, just make sure to get it done before the deadline,” Logan reassured with a soft and gentle voice.

Virgil smiled as he laid his head on Logan’s shoulder.

Loud footsteps and laughter roared through the hallway, then Brooklyn and Kyla stormed into Logan’s room.

“Loganbear!” Brooklyn shouted as she tackled Logan into a hug.

“So you’re Logan’s new boy toy,” Kyla said as she put her hands on her hips. Her lips are neutral, but her eyes are smiling.

Brooklyn stood up and playfully punched Kyla’s stomach.

“Don’t word it that way, Jesus,” Brooklyn said.

“Actually my name is Kyla, not Jesus.”

Logan chuckled before saying, “this is Virgil, by the way.”

“Virgil, what a weird name,” Kyla said.

“Thanks,” Virgil said in a deadpanned voice.

“Anyways, we came up here because we want food. Let’s go make scrambled eggs,” Brooklyn said- more like demanded.

“Then we would be leaving Kyla and Virgil alone,” Logan said.

“And? Kyla’s not planning on murdering him. As long as Virgil isn’t planning to murder Kyla then we should be fine.” Brooklyn crossed her arms.

Logan sighed before saying, “fine. Let’s make some food.

“Yay!”

Logan and Brooklyn left the room, which left Kyla and Virgil alone in Logan’s room in silence.

“I know that we don’t really know each other but, are your legs ago. There are some faint bruises on them,” Kyla said as she gestured to Virgil’s legs, which are bare since he’s still wearing the shorts that Patton gave him.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I just bump into things a lot,” Virgil lied.

“Hmm,” Kyla mumbled, clearly displeased.

“I like your hair,” Virgil said in a lame attempt to change the subject.

“Thanks. If I’m being completely honest, the main reason I dye my hair is to get more likes on Instagram,” Kyla admitted.

‘Oh, so she’s one of those people that admit everything to strangers. No filter, no problem,’ Virgil thought.

“Ooh, what’s your Instagram, I wanna follow,” Virgil said as he pulled out his phone.

“It’s queenkylamarie.”

As he clicked follow his eyes trailed down to her bio, which is: ‘bi lady that loves teal hair and button-ups.’

“You’re bi?” Virgil asked.

“Yup,” she looked at her phone, “Really? Your username is daggerteen666?” Kyla asked as she clicked follow.

“Look, I was an edgy fourteen-year-old when I got this app, okay?”

“How’d you get 5.7k followers?” She asked.

“I mean, you’re not that far behind, you got 1.1k followers.”

“Yeah, but that’s like nothing.”

“Listen, kid, don’t focus on the numbers.”

“Fine, I’ll ask Roman then.”

Virgil chuckled while saying, “you do that then.”

“Now, you and Logan, what’s up with that?” She asked as she crossed her arms and legs while standing.

“I, uh, have no idea how to answer that- or what that question even means.”

“Are you two official?” She asked.

“Nope.”

“Have you two made out?” Kyla asked while she wiggled her eyebrows.

“Oh Gosh Kyla, stop being a weirdo.”

“Tell me,” she whined as she sat down next to Virgil.

“Fine, yes, we have once,” Virgil admitted, and Kyla squealed.

“I love young budding romances,” Kyla said dramatically.

“God, you are so fucking weird,” Virgil said as he chuckled. “So, what about you? How’s your young budding romance, if you have any?”

“I hardcore flirted this boy named Wyatt to make Brooklyn jealous, it um, worked a little too well,” Kyla admitted as she looked down and scratched the back of her neck.

“Why would you do that?” Virgil furrowed his brows.

“She has been oblivious to me flirting with her so I thought I’d get a little push, but she just got upset.”

“Which is reasonable.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t really think my plan through.” She crossed her arms and looked Virgil straight in the eyes with an intense gaze. Virgil looked away from her gaze and asked, “so, how do you feel about Brooklyn?”

“Well, we’ve been besties for years, she’s really cute, and I want to lick her face,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Ew.”

“Kyla! Virgil! Get yo eggs!” Brooklyn screamed from downstairs.

The two walked to the dining room where Logan, Brooklyn, and Mr. Woods are sitting at a table while eating scrambled eggs. There’s one plate full of eggs in between Logan and Mr. Woods, and one in between Mr. Woods and Kyla. Virgil decided to take the seat in between Logan and Mr. Woods.

“So, Virgil, how are you doing?” Mr. Woods asked.

“Pretty good,” Virgil answered before taking a bite of the eggs. They’re perfectly average, like all scrambled eggs. Virgil glanced up at Mr. Woods, who had a curious glint in his eyes and had furrowed his brows.

“Are you-”

“So Logan, are you going to live in the dorms?” Brooklyn interrupted Mr. Woods.

‘Thank Pete Wentz for Brooklyn,’ Virgil thought.

“I, uh, was actually planning to get an apartment with Virgil,” Logan said as he smiled at Virgil, who smiled back.

“Really?” Mr. Woods asked.

“Yeah, it’s going to be great,” Virgil can’t stop smiling at Logan.

“What about you Brooklyn, what are you planning to do?” Mr. Woods asked.

“Listen fam, I’m too young to think about getting an apartment, going to college, any of that shit-”

“Language!”

“-and I’m not about to start stressing ‘bout that stuff yet,” Brooklyn ranted.

Logan closed the door after Virgil sat onto his bed.

“Why is your room so much smaller than Brooklyn’s?” Virgil asked as Logan sat down next to him.

“Her room used to be mine, but she kept complaining that she wanted the bigger room, so we switched,” Logan explained.

“Oh. That’s not nearly as interesting as I thought it would be,” Virgil admitted, and Logan chuckled.

“I got a job at Starbucks,” Logan said.

“Lo, that’s spectacular!” Virgil exclaimed as he turned so that his whole body is facing Logan. He put his hands on Logan’s hips and put his head on Logan’s shoulders. Logan turned so that the position felt less awkward.

“I wanna get you out of your house as soon as possible, Babe,” Logan whispered.

“I know.”

Logan stroked Virgil’s hair and closed his eyes.

“We can start looking at apartments online right now,” Virgil said.

“Okay.”

Virgil gave Logan a quick kiss before taking out his phone and went on safari. After a couple of seconds, he landed on a house finding website.

“Alright, Florida- how many bedrooms do we want?” Virgil asked.

“Put 1+,” Logan said.

“Alright, 1+ bathrooms.”

“This place is nice.”

“The kitchen is so small though.”

“What about this one?”

“The kitchen is even smaller.”

“What about this one, the kitchen is a nice size, and we’ll have a guest bedroom.”

Logan looked through the photos of the apartment and smiled.

“I love it,” he breathed.

“Chocolate or strawberry?” Virgil asked over the phone.

“Don’t you mean chocolate or vanilla?” Logan asked.

“Never say that foul word ever again.”

Logan chuckled before saying, “chocolate.”

“Cool thanks, bye,” Virgil said before hanging up.

“What was that?” Roman asked as he ate one of Owen’s granola bars.

“Virgil asked me chocolate or strawberry.”

“Don’t you mean chocolate or vanilla?” Roman put the empty granola bar wrapper onto the counter instead of the trash.

“Exactly!” Logan threw his arms up in the air with an exasperated sigh.

“So, eighteen, huh?” Roman said instead of wishing him a happy birthday.

“Yeah, it’s so weird to think that today I’m an official adult. I can like do taxes now and legally become addicted to nicotine or die in war.”

“Okay well you started off weak and ended with death, but I mean it is actually cool that we’re both eighteen now,” Roman’s eyes lit up, “hey, now the whole gang’s eighteen! Except for Leo, he’s nineteen.”

“And except Valerie, since she’s still seventeen.”

“Who’s Valerie?” Roman furrowed his brows.

“Oh my goodness gracious we need to go to the library as soon as possible. You can’t go through life and not know the absolute preciousness that is Valerie.”

“You done with your rant?” Logan nodded, “kay, good. First of all, we can’t go to the library on your birthday. Second of all, Patton is absolute preciousness and no one can replace him. Third of all, do you have any more granola bars?”

“Those are Owen’s Roman, you can’t eat those.”

“Look, man, if he didn’t want me to eat them then why did he buy caramel and chocolate ones? He should know they’re my favorite.”

“Yeah well, they’re Owen’s favorite as well.”

“Are you too seriously arguing over granola bars?” Brooklyn asked as she entered the kitchen.

“How dare you, I am very passionate about food,” Roman said as he crossed his arms.

Brooklyn filled a cup of water before chugging it down in seconds, then instantly grabbing her stomach and groaning.

“Pro tip: don’t chug water when you’re incredibly thirsty, you will get a stomach ache,” Brooklyn complained as she put the glass into the sink.

“Yeah, that’s common sense,” Logan sassed.

“Whatever.” Brooklyn rolled his eyes before leaving the room.

Knock knock.

Logan went to the door with Roman following close behind and opened the door to see Virgil holding a cake and a paper bag.

“Happy birthday, my favorite bitch,” Virgil greeted before saying, “and Roman.”

“Thanks.” Logan kissed Virgil on the cheek before moving out of the way so that he can walk in the house.

Virgil went into the dining room and put the cake on the table. It’s a generic chocolate cake that was bought from a grocery store.

“I would have gotten a proper bag for the present, however, that shit costs money so it was either buy a bag and a shit present or buy the present I want to get you. I, obviously, chose the latter.”

Logan grabbed the bag and reached inside of it. The first thing he pulled out a book about astronomy, and on the cover, it read ‘Congrats on being an adult! -Virgil’ and ‘Happy Birthday -Val.’

“Virgil, I love this-”

“Keep opening,” Virgil demanded.

“Okay okay,” Logan said as he reached his hand into the bag. He pulled out a sock monkey made with different patterns and colors.

“I know it’s kind of nerdy but Valerie and I made that for you.”

“Okay, this is in no way nerdy, also this is so cute-”

Virgil cleared his throat. Logan pulled out a picture frame out of the bag. The picture in the frame is a photo of Logan and Virgil hugging. Virgil’s face is hidden by Logan’s arm, and Logan’s face is hidden by Virgil’s head and curly hair.

“Aww-”

“There’s one more thing.”

Logan pulled out a mason jars full of chocolate kisses that says, ‘KISSES FOR WHEN I’M NOT AROUND.’

“Babe,” Logan breathed before giving Virgil a tight hug.

“You two are so cute that I might vom,” Roman said before Logan and Virgil separated.

“Says you. Come one, you and Patton can hardly keep your hands off each other,” Virgil said as he leaned onto the table.

“Yeah yeah. Did you tell Logan the news?” Roman asked.

“I’m pregnant,” Virgil said.

“Virgil.” Roman rolled his eyes.

“I have a job interview Friday,” Virgil revealed.

“That’s exciting,” Logan said as he grabbed a plate and a fork, “now cake.”

Virgil chuckled before he and Roman also went to get plates and forks.

As they sat down and started to eat the cake Roman asked, “so, any updates on the apartment?”

The apartment is based on → this!

(Please don’t send the retailer weird stuff, I only put the link so that people can visualize the apartment. If I find out people are being weird, then I’ll get rid of the link.)

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Next Chapter (Coming July 4th)

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Chapter 170

Trey

People don't think about their actions and words when it comes to commenting on celebrities' lives. Cammie sighs. I know it's bothering her. I also know if it was up to her we would all hide and never go out into the public's eye. I want her to myself as well. But we can't live this life and have that. I personally have spent too much money to stop. I wouldn't do it anyway.

"Mommy!" Lane says running through the house.

"Lane!" I yell from the kitchen.

He comes flying in the kitchen with his little self. He bounces as he gets to me. I pick him up. He hugs me then stares at my food. I push it to him a bit then go back to checking Instagram. According to Cammie someone has a fake account with her Instagram pictures. I can't find it so they must have taken it down. There were a lot of bad comments on the page that she was upset about.

"Where Mommy?"

"Right there." I say turning his head towards her.

He gets down then runs to the back door. He knocks on it. "Mommy, open. Mommy?"

She steps back without looking opening the door. "That's not even true. No its not. Okay, whatever. Lane?"

"Hey, Mommy." he says running straight pass her.

"Come give me a hug." she snaps then closes the door.

I study the monitor for a few seconds. It looked like Caden was kicking his feet. He likes doing that silent cry. Cammie waiting for him to cry to feed him. He has been sleep for 2 hours which isn't normal for him.

"Hey, Tremaine. Why you staring at that monitor like that?"

"Caden sleeping for a long time."

She looks at the screen. "You trying to see his heart beat? You staring so hard."

"I’m watching his feet. I can see his heart rate. It's right here."

"That thing does not show his heart rate." She takes it from me. "What haven't they thought of?"

I take it back. "It tells you if he rolls over as well."

"But he can't roll."

"I don't know that. He might."

She chuckles. "He will not be rolling over for another month. Check your book. I had two..."

"Don't even say you had two kids. I have two kids."

"Tremaine. How many you raised to adulthood?"

I look away from her. I got two kids though. She can't use that anymore. In 18 years I can say I raised 2. Shit. 18 years. You think me and Cammie will be together for 18 year? That's a long fucking time. I've never committed to nothing for 18 years. Can't even keep the same team around me. 18 years with Cammie. Can I do that?

"Yes, Tremaine." Cammie says.

"Say what?" I say looking at her.

She laughs really loud. "Yes, all of that."

I sigh. Oh. I thought she was in my head. She touches my back. I don't respond. I just stare at the monitor. 18 years with Cammie will be an achievement. I'm going to strive for 20 years. Keep my dick to myself and my eyes on the price. My goal is to be a better man than anyone I know. Especially celebrities. Their marriages at shit. Some even married for the fame of being married. Don't even live in the same house. That won't be me.

"What's wrong?" Cammie asks putting her arms around my neck.

"With me?" I say looking to see if she is off the phone for sure. "Nothing wrong with me."

She kisses my ear. "You look worried."

I touch her arm. "I'm thinking about the next 20 years. You gonna be with me that long?"

"I'll always be here."

"Promise me."

She hugs my torso. "I've already showed you."

I turn around in the chair. Lane comes up carrying a box of clothes. He drops them on the floor then starts breathing hard. I chuckle at the face he makes. He starts digging through the clothes. I stand up hugging Cammie then look back at the clothes.

"Lane, where did those come from?"

"It JJ clothes." Lane says steady digging through them.

I grab Cammie's ass. "Why your son bad?"

She chuckles. "I don't know. Lane! Get out of those clothes with you dirty hands. Where did you get them from?"

"Lane, where my baby clothes?" MiMi says coming in the kitchen.

"Oh no." Lane says laughing then he runs away.

"You need to do something with your son. I swear. That boy came in the room. I told him specifically not to touch the clothes with his nasty hands. So what does he do? Steal the fucking box. The whole box." MiMi says picking it up. "And touch them, you little pig."

Lane comes from behind the curtain. "No."

"Yes."

"No, Me-A-yah."

She rolls her eyes walking out. "No this boy didn't call me MyAsia. I know better."

Lane runs out of the kitchen behind MiMi. I start kissing Cammie's neck. She dashes away from me.

"No, Tremaine. Don't start."

"Jayla."

She puts her hands on her sexy hips and walk away. She was talking to herself. I swear that girl and MiMi are around each other too much. I don’t think they realize how much they act alike. I put my plate in the fridge then go to find Dee. I wanted to talk to him about something he said or was starting to say.

"Yo, peps!" I say walking into the recording studio.

"Sit the door man." Chris says.

I stay by the door. "Oh no. I got to go around Cammie. I'll be standing out here."

Chris laughs. "What Cammie got to do with you smoking? You can't smoke?"

"I can't hold my son if I smoke."

"For real?"

"Her sister told her a story about some kids getting taken because... Oh shit. I got to talk to Cammie about her sister visiting. I'm everywhere. Yo, straight up. Shower before you touch Minnie. Smoke can rub off your clothes or hands into her hair and she test positive for Marijuana."

Chris mouth drops open. "Shut the fuck up. No shit."

"Shit yeah." I nod. "Hell I'm in here now."

"You are. Pass?"

"Naw, just contact. Dee." I say sitting down. "What were you saying earlier about the business?"

"Oh." he says standing. "I got you a check."

I laugh. "Nigga whatever check you got for me ain't my kinda check."

"My money ain't big enough?"

"It don't hold a value to me." I say taking it. $42,000. "I can't take money out your kid's mouths."

He sighs. "You the reason they eating. I mean they don't got what your kids have but they got all they need. That is if my wife can let go of this life long enough."

I hand the check back. "I was just upstairs thinking about how close our wives are. Listen any clothes on my kids back is the same as the clothes on yours. You have my word on that. Nobody being raised together and feeling left out."

"We talking about my Godkids? Oh shit naw. They got everything they need. I'm right here."

"I feel like they wealthy as I am." Dee saya.

"Yo, if you stop hustling today and go broke it's nothing. You a brother. Like my brother. You good. Your kids good." Chris says.

I nod. "For real. If anyone owe me it's Cammie. I helped you help her friend help her herself."

"I might be too high. That shit ain't make no sense."

We all laugh.

"Shit. Just feed your baby." I say putting my hands up.

Chris raises his eyebrows. "Yo, your fucking baby is adorable. All she does is smile at me. Trey your baby don't do nothing."

"He cries."

"My baby is adorable." Dee nods. "She perfect."

"I want a girl."

We all get quiet. Chris start laughing.

"What the fuck we talking bout?"

"Shit." I say yawning.

Alex

Why is my life suddenly consumed by these bitches? Last year I didn't talk to any of them. Now we planning shit and shit. Eww. Hidia laughs extra hard on the phone with Cammie. Apparently we are going to see the baby in a few days. Can't send a picture because shit tapped. Like damn your baby not the Prince of Egypt.

"Why we have to wait a few days?"

"Cause you have shit to do. Do you not?"

I shrug. "I mean I did say that."

"You did. Now you acting like she said it."

"Oh yeah." I laugh. "Anywho."

Hidia rolls her eyes. "Okay so in a few days they having this big party that Disney is throwing for them."

"We invited to that?"

"Yeah. She sent the invites already."

"Who up and throw a party... What's this party for?"

Jamaal holds an envelope in the air. "Is this for this party you speak of?"

"When did you get that and where from?"

"Delivery guy." he shrugs opening it.

I go snatch. "No, my letter. I open it."

He pushes up on me then walks away. I start opening the letter. Fancy ass sending party invites by a delivery guy. How fucking? The envelope is snatched out of my hand. I look up shocked. Like what the actual fuck?

"Dia, you out your mind?"

"When did this happen?"

I push her shoulder. "What?"

She points at the door. "You and Mr. Nice Ass."

"Oh girl. I made a mistake and went out with him."

"Oh a mistake?"

I laugh and hold out my hand. "My invite please."

She hands it back. "So does that perfect ass mean perfect strokes or am I reaching?"

"No. You might have some logic behind that. I have evidence."

"I can't believe you ain't tell me. We talked. This not new shit. I can't deal with people and secrets."

Jamaal comes back in the room. "What's the party?"

I open the invite and read it aloud. "You have been selected to make a guest appearance at a milestone in life. Come celebrate the blessing of life and parenthood."

"A baby shower?" Jamaal says peeking at the invite.

"It's a sip and see. You come eat drink and aee the baby. Disney is throwing it. Why so sudden?"

Hidia claps her hands. "It should have been at Disney."

"It's a newborn. Why waste the money?" Jamaal shakes his head.

"I never heard of Disney throwing a baby shower though." I say looking at the invite.

Hidia rolls her eyes. "How many people you close to that are part of Disney that have kids? None. Do you know anyone with an infant?"

"I'll RSVP with one guest." Jamaal says taking the invite.

"Your father wants you at dinner. They are going out tonight."

I sigh. "Did I miss someone's birthday?"

Hidia laughs. "Let's hope not. I'm going to head home. How can I get my invite if I'm here and not where I supposed to be. Jamaal, are you still not taking any trainees? My man is in need of those power glutes and thighs."

"I'm not a trainer." Jamaal says on his computer. "Are you bringing a gift or sending money? This is nice. There's a link with approved gifts."

"Get out of here." I say going to look at the screen. "An engraved plate set. Why would I spend $300 on that? Where are the toys?"

"Not approved."

I roll my eyes. "Send money to someone that has millions for what?"

Jamaal laughs. "This Lion King blanket is really nice."

"You are gay." I say walking away. "Ay!"

He had grabbed me. "Call me what you want. I have a 500k contract sitting on my desk stamped."

"So." I push him. "Your cut or the overall deal?"

"My cut."

I flip my braids slapping him with them. "So what? You owe half of it to me."

"I don't OWE you nothing."

"I think you do. Half."

He has to be touching me all the time. I like to act cute and in charge at work. I can't do that with him always on me. I walk away from him. I keep telling him to keep to himself at work. He never does.

"Lexie's birthday is today."

"Is it really?" I suck my teeth. "Nobody told me."

He chuckles. "She thinks she is 45. She doesn't like birthdays. She told me last night that nobody likes to get old. She wants to go back to preschool where they watch movies and color all day."

"I don't know about her but I like gifts." I call my friend who is on my phone talking mad junk about my new relationship. "What do you even mean?"

She laughs. "It's doomed. He too perfect."

"He really not."

"Bae, come on. You trying to make it not work cause it's so perfect. Plus you don't want a relationship. I understand cause you a golddigging cheater."

"Now that I am not." I suck my teeth.

She laughs. "I never seen you be faithful. Anyway he fine, he does whatever you want, he has money, he comes from money. You never told me about the dick, but Imma give him a check for that too. Now what's wrong with him?"

"So Cammie sent an invite to her baby shower type thing that is being sponsored by Disney."

"Shit." she sucks her teeth. "Bitch, pop out 4 kids and don't even get food stamps but she pops out 1..."

"Two."

She smacks her teeth. "It makes no difference. My husband is the best point guard the Saints ever had."

"Okay, stop hyping your man up. Don't know about that."

"Bae, Alex says her business is going into bankruptcy. You have to find a new agent as soon as possible. Dead ass."

I laugh. "Stupid. He going down with me. He loyal like those musician bitches on the Titanic."

She laughs too loud in my ear. I move the phone away from my ear. I had sent her into loud mode. Everything she says from hear on out is going to be too loud for my ears. I pick the invite up then smile at it. It's super cute. I wouldn't mind having someone all over something I created from a simple fuck. I laugh at the thought. Bitches with cute lives making me thing I'm the type. I need for her life to get less attractive. Got me fucked up.

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niladmirai · 7 years

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Do all the numbers. Do them all. I want every answer.

Geez, thats a tall order

1: NameDavid

2: AgeTurning 23 in March

3: 3 FearsHeightsRejection from family/friendsFailure

4: 3 things I loveMy loved onesVideo GamesArt

5: 4 turns onIntelligenceCommon interestsGenuine joy and happinessGreat listener

6: 4 turns offSmokingAsshole attitudeIgnoranceDisrespect

7: My best friendAt this point in time, it’s hard to say…

8: Sexual orientationStraight

9: My best first dateNever went out on a date ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

10: How tall am I5'6"

11: What do I missNot being tied down by the pressure of being an adult

12: What time were I bornExact time, 9:11AM; The date, March 12th

13: Favorite colorBlue

14: Do I have a crushLmao not at the moment

15: Favorite quote“Do or do not. There is no try.” -Yoda

16: Favorite placeMy hometown of NYC

17: Favorite foodFrench Fries

18: Do I use sarcasmWhen do I not?

19: What am I listening to right nowNothing. Its 8:30AM as I type this lol

20: First thing I notice in new personTheir face and hair

21: Shoe size11

22: Eye colorBrown

23: Hair colorBlack

24: Favorite style of clothingJacket, hoodie and jeans

25: Ever done a prank call?Once

27: Meaning behind my URLBased on the phrase ‘nil admirari’ but i missed the last ‘r’ lmao

28: Favorite movieBetween Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World and Speed Racer

29: Favorite songTo Zanarkand

30: Favorite bandNone in particular. But favorite musician would be Bruno Mars

31: How I feel right nowTo be honest, mostly indifferent about a lot of things

32: Someone I loveMy older cousin for being an awesome guy to hang around with

33: My current relationship statusSingle

34: My relationship with my parentsLove them to death!

35: Favorite holidayChristmas mostly for Christmas music

36: Tattoos and piercing i haveNada. If i did, my dad would flip and rip em

37: Tattoos and piercing i wantIf i was allowed to, a pink star on my neck like the Joestars or the Zanarkand Abes logo on my arm

38: The reason I joined TumblrFriend mentioned it when I was at a retreat and was curious to what it is.

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?Nah, we ended on good terms

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?Nope lol

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?No lmao

42: When did I last hold hands?Yesterday during Mass

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?Thirty Minutes tops

44: Have I shaved your legs in the past three days?How bout my whole life

45: Where am I right now?In my room on my bed

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?My cousin and brother

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?Resonable so its actually audible

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?Yea

49: Am I excited for anything?My said cousin before is coming to visit!

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?Yes

51: How often do I wear a fake smile?Usually half the time

52: When was the last time I hugged someone?Yesterday

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?I could care less at this point in time

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?Nope

55: What is something I disliked about today?It’s 8:30am. I didnt sleep yet.

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?My japanese cousins whom ive never seen or met

57: What do I think about most?Fire Emblem Heroes

58: What’s my strangest talent?My thumb is double jointed

59: Do I have any strange phobias?Nah all are kind normal

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?Both

61: What was the last lie I told?'I’m going to the car to get something’

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?Talking on the phone

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?Both

64: Do I believe in magic?Nope

65: Do I believe in luck?Yea

66: What’s the weather like right now?Clear

67: What was the last book I’ve read?Something in my college class 3 years ago

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?Hell no

69: Do I have any nicknames?Dabid or bid

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?My right index finger nail came off

71: Do I spend money or save it?Spend sadly. Its a bad habit.

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?Nope

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?My RWBY Vol. 5 poster

74: Favorite animal?Birda

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?Playing Fire Emblem Heroes

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?Hercule’s last name is Satan

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?Right now, the Finesse with Cardi B

78: How can you win my heart?If we share some interests, maybe thats hos

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?A beloved by many, and loved to play games

80: What is my favorite word?Free

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblrLmao never cared about favorite blogs

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?The world will be ruined if we continue the path we follow. We need to change.

83: Do I have any relatives in jail?Thankfully no

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?The power of luck manipulation

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?How’s the job search going?

86: What is my current desktop picture?The intro screen of Xenoblade Chronicles

87: Had sex?Never haha

88: Bought condoms?From my brother LOL

89: Gotten pregnant?Im a guy

90: Failed a class?Yes

91: Kissed a boy?On the cheek

92: Kissed a girl?Yes

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?Lmao no

94: Had job?Nope

95: Left the house without my wallet?Yes…

96: Bullied someone on the internet?No

97: Had sex in public?Still no

98: Played on a sports team?Yeah, bowling back in elementary school

99: Smoked weed?Nope

100: Did drugs?Perscription drugs

101: Smoked cigarettes?Nope

102: Drank alcohol?Hella

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?No

104: Been overweight?I currently am lol

105: Been underweight?No

106: Been to a wedding?Loads of times

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?Five is an understatement

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?F I V E I S A N U N D E R S T A T E M E N T

109: Been outside my home country?Yea

110: Gotten my heart broken?Of course

111: Been to a professional sports game?Yeah!

112: Broken a bone?No

113: Cut myself?Papercuts

114: Been to prom?Yep. Loved it.

115: Been in airplane?Yeah

116: Fly by helicopter?Not yet

117: What concerts have I been to?The Eagles, Air Supply, my high school’s band

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?Admired, not crush

119: Learned another language?Java

120: Wore make up?Just nail polish

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?No lmaooo

122: Had oral sex?No

123: Dyed my hair?Nah

124: Voted in a presidential election?Yes. Still upset about the end result.

125: Rode in an ambulance?No

126: Had a surgery?On my tonsils

127: Met someone famous?Yeah! I met Julius Erving as a kid and recently Pewdiepie a few years back.

128: Stalked someone on a social network?Who hasnt lol

129: Peed outside?Had no choice

130: Been fishing?Yep! I wanna do it again!

131: Helped with charity?Yeah

132: Been rejected by a crush?All thd time

133: Broken a mirror?Naw

134: What do I want for birthday?Money, a Switch, games to play on the Switch, games to play on my PS4, and most importantly, happiness

Whew that took awhile!

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craniumaniac-moved · 7 years

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【 night of the lockdown . 】✘

a discord rp ft. @tender--age--in--plume

This roleplay is set during the night of the Po Town lockdown put into effect by Plumeria after a bomb threat. The threat was a result of the events that took place the previous night when Rico ( @komala-scientist ) purposefully baited Guzma to beat him up. Warning: It’s long, took us over 12 hours to get done, and it’s emotional.

Mercifully, things have begun to quiet down. Shady House is fuller even than usual, with many team members having chosen to stay in the main house due to the lockdown rather than overflowing into the surrounding houses as is typical. The beds are packed and many have piled up on the floor like dogs. Plumeria doesn't mind, She likes knowing exactly where everyone is, especially at a time like this. Unable to sleep, she laps around the mansion and checks in again and again. Eventually her travels lead her to the Throne Room; she hesitates with her hand on the knob for a moment before sighing and letting herself in. "Hey, G."

While it may have been a hectic day for everybody else, it had been a quiet one for the Skull Boss. Holed up in his room and not communicating with anyone, he napped, he snacked, he drank, he smoked, he watched porn, and he played some GTA and even some Pokemon Crossing. Currently, he sat on his bed, a drawing pad open in front of him, many colored pencils scattered around him, and a bottle of gin nestled between his legs. He's surprised when she comes in, looking up with a small gasp. She'd been keeping him updated professionally, but other than that he didn't think she wanted anything to do with him currently. This mess was all kind of his doing ( but mostly Rico’s, as he would strongly argue ), although he wasn't taking it very seriously himself. He considered the entire series of events to be completely stupid, to put it frankly. "Hey, P. Sup."

There's a little pause as she notes his relaxed posture, a hint of resentment welling in her. The door closes behind her and she folds her arms, regarding him with a cool gaze. "Have a nice night?"

He shrugs, looking back down to his drawing pad to continue coloring something in. "I guess... Just tryin'a keep chill."

A small sigh ... she approaches the bed and comes to sit next to him.

He's quiet for a little bit as he puts the finishing touches on a Scolipede doodle. When he's done, he decides a big swig of his drink is overdue, still finding it hard to look at her. "How're you doin'...?"

"Shitty," she replies honestly, leaning over to slump against him. "Long night. Think shit's coolin' down now though."

"Ya prolly deserve some good sleep, y'know..." Another swig.

"Maybe ... was worried about you, though." She glancing at the sketchbook. "Guess maybe I shouldn't'a been ... looks like you ain't been much bothered."

"Oh, 'm bothered, that's fo'sure." He reaches to flip to the next blank page in the sketchbook, starting to think of what to draw next. "But I ain't scared."

There comes a small huff through her nose. "You ain't scared'a nothin'."

"Well... guess 'm lyin' a lil bit. I'm scared'a you bein' upset wit' me..."

Silence, for a few moments. "...I ain't very happy right now, that's for sure. But ... I dunno. I ain't really pissed at you."

In those few moments, he grabs a black colored pencil and nearly puts it to the paper multiple times before he realizes he can't draw with someone watching, not even Plumeria. A sigh. He closes the sketchbook and starts to bundle up the pencils. "I'unno what ya want me to do. I didn' fuckin' do nothin' wrong..."

Sighing deeply, she leans back against the headboard. "I know. I was pissed at you for not tryin' and then you tried and Rico went and fucked shit up. I just ... I dunno why you couldn't both try make it work for me. When one'a you was tryin' the other one was makin' shit hard and then you switched places. I was real excited when I thought shit might actually be okay ... I wanted it so bad. More then I ever wanted anything. And now it's all shit."

"Yo I fuckin' learned from my mistake before, s'why I was tryin' to try last night. Rico's a fuckin' idiot t'not go 'long wit' it." He flops his art supplies to the floor next to the bed, stretching out his legs and leaning back with her, gulping down some drink as he does so. "I knew you'd be real excited. I was, too. Not really to be his friend or nothin' but I knew it'd make ya happy... n' proud'a me. I was real proud'a myself, steppin' back 'fore I dove in givin' him a hard time, instead decidin' on tryin'a relate to him somehow. Even if it was just our fuckin' birthdays bein' around Halloween." A pause. "Yeah. It is all shit. I'm real, real sorry, Plumes. He's not gettin' another chance wit' me after pullin' that shit on me..."

She anticipated that, but it's still painful to hear. She pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them, resting her forehead against the backs of her knees. "I know."

But wait, there's more. The kingpin's about to go on a tipsy ramble. "He fuckin' used me, Plumeria. Asshole was thinkin', 'Hurr durr I wanna get hurt 'cause boohoo I hate me! I know what I can do! I can go make the big dumb thug get mad! I'll take advantage 'a how easy it is to piss him off 'cause he's so stupid! Insert some random ass gibberish ain't nobody got time for! And fuck Plumeria's feelin's to hell 'cause obviously I don't give a shit about her!' Arceus damn!" A deep breath. He's clutching the neck of the gin bottle so tightly his hand is trembling and his knuckles are white. "Ya tol' me to shut up earlier when I was tryin'a say this, but you keepin' close to him got me real worried."

As he speaks, she closes her eyes. Okay, Melia. Keep it together. Slowly, gradually, she unwinds, stretching her legs back out and sitting up to square her shoulders. How stupid of her to think that coming to him would give her a soft place to land. "Yeah, well. I wouldn't be who I am if I gave up on every person who hurt me," she replies stiffly.

Finally, he turns his head to look at her. "You tryin'a hold on like he's family, but he ain't yo' family, Plumeria. That's me, that's all'a Skull, that's Tutu n' anybody else you close wit' who don't fuck wit' us like T n' even Hyde. I been fucked wit' by Rico, so's T."

"You tellin' me you want me cut him out?"

He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, becoming distressed. "I can't control what ya do. Jus' don't be fuckin' disappointed in me for not acceptin' him like he's part'a the fam."

Time passes. At last, a slow nod. "I understand." She's still not looking at him.

And he looks away. Hugging the bottle close to his stomach with one hand, his other hand covers his eyes as he hunches over. "I'm sorry..."

Her eyes snap closed again. "I'm sorry, too."

"You still gonna be disappointed in me, aren't ya?" Shuddering sigh. "Dammit, I was so proud 'a me, Plume, I really was... Couldn't wait for you bein' proud 'a me, too..."

"I ain't disappointed in you, G. I'm just ... disappointed. I really wanted this, and I--thought I could trust him." Her voice breaks.

He sits up, places his bottle on the floor and scoots himself over to her, arms slipping around her for a Komala hug. "It's gonna be aight, y'know..."

The moment he touches her ... she breaks. It starts with a sharp, haggard gasp and a flinch, her eyes shutting tight as her body tenses up, and then continues with ugly, shuddering sobs that wrack her body.

Although it's not something he has never experienced with her before, the reaction admittedly startles him. He doesn't know whether to stop or to hold on tighter, so he simply loosens his grip for the time being. "Plumes...! Shhh... I got ya, Plumes...," he attempts to soothe.

She grips his arms around her tightly as though to keep him from slipping away, squeezing, gulping down deep, wet breaths until she calms down enough to speak. "...Sorry."

Since she seems to want him to continue holding, he squeezes and he doesn't stop, rocking her back and forth slightly. "That's okay, P. Just let out what ya need to. G's here for ya."

"I'm––s–so–––fuckin'–––tired..." She chokes, gritting her teeth hard as she tries to swallow down the fresh wave.

"C'mon, let's put ya to bed then? You been workin' real hard today..." He doesn't quite get it.

"No...not tired like that. Tired of this." She sniffs wetly, lifting a hand to swipe at the tears that have fallen.

"Oh..." He lovingly kisses her cheek and the edge of her jaw, hoping to further comfort her. "I still don't quite get what ya mean... What's 'this' exactly...?"

She stammers, then takes a big, shaky breath. "I just...spent all day...talkin' to the fam, textin' with Aether, dealin' with people wanna kill you, makin' sure everybody safe, dealin' with Nanu...and you been in here drawin'. 'Cause you think it's all stupid. Well, maybe it's stupid for you...maybe this all real fuckin' easy for you...but it ain't easy for me. It's hard. I never signed up for do this all alone. You s'posed'a have my back." A ragged breath. "Maybe...maybe you don't even care. Maybe this all sounds like more bullshit 'cause you don't think you did nothin' wrong...like that makes it better...like that means less fallout for me. Well--at least you got somethin' you wanted outta it all." She sighs. "I stayed home."

His mouth falls open and slowly and unsurely... he lets go of her. Maybe he deserved it, but that really, really wounded him. "Nobody came t' me 'bout anything...," he says weakly. "An' I didn't come to nobody 'bout anything neither 'cause I felt like I'd fuck it up. I'd get mad we was even havin' to deal with this stupid shit Rico's dumb friends brought on us 'cause they ain't know shit, 'cause he can't fuckin' make it clear he asked for it, makin' me out to be all fuckin' wrong when I—" Deep breath. He doesn't want to get off track. "Plumes... I'm real thankful ya stayed home... real thankful for all the shit you done today... been wantin' to talk to ya but I thought you was still too mad at me..." Suddenly standing from the bed, he begins pacing the room to help expend some of his newfound anxious energy before he possibly cracks, pulling at his hair.

Her eyes follow him. When he stands she wraps her arms around herself and draws a deep breath. "I know...I know." Her eyes slip shut. "I don't..." Fuck it, Melia. He doesn't understand. He gonna think me stupid. Trust him. "I don't wanna lose my dad. Again." She winces, bracing herself as though for impact.

He stops his pacing and just stares at her, hands still gripping his hair, but the tenseness in his posture goes limp with a heavy exhale. "Plumes... He ain't your dad. Even if he was he ain't been a good one, 'specially not that I ever seen."

"No...you ain't ever seen it. And you never asked, either." Her face is expressionless.

"What's'at s'posed to mean...?"

"Just ... there's more to it than you ever saw. There's more to it than I ever told you. You actin' like you got all the information ... and you don't."

He lowers himself to the floor, sitting and curling into a ball in the middle of the room. "I try stay outta yo' business like'at...," he mutters. "And... look... I been there, done that havin' a father in my life n' it's jus' not somethin' I think's worth it. Hard for me t' get, hard to want to. But if there was stuff ya wanna tell me I'd'a listened..."

Slowly, she sinks to the ground and crawls over to settle down beside him, hesitantly lifting a hand to gently stroke his back. "I... never really thought you wanted for hear it. Maybe I could'a prevented all this if I been more honest with you." She sighs. "I know it ain't a topic you got good feelin's about, but ... I dunno. It's important for me. Was important for me ... still is important for me. Just ... I guess maybe I gotta make a choice now." She bites her lip. "Nothin' I want for myself can be more important than my fam ... no matter how bad I want it."

"What options you think you got...?" His head is lifted and he turns toward her. Selfishly, he'd want her to cut Rico out. The things the man has done around him and said to him about his family—their family—are unforgivable, really. But if he is truly a father figure to her who makes her happy, Guzma doesn't want her heart broken... He'll try his best to accept whatever she chooses.

"That's the thing, G. I dunno if I got an option."

"Well then I mean what're you thinkin'...?" He uncurls himself from the position he was in and once again puts his arms around her.

"I'm thinkin'..." Deep sigh. She shuts her eyes and stiffens, refusing to lean into his embrace—not out of anger, but because she needs herself to be strong at the moment. "I'm thinkin' I been puttin' my own needs ahead'a my fam too long. If it gotta come down between him and their safety... it's gotta be them."

Guzma gives a nod. "My opinion's prolly obvious, but I do think that's smart thinkin'..."

So ... that's it. She goes stone silent and still.

"I'm... sorry. I don't want you hurtin'..."

"It don't matter." She stands. "You okay?"

"Yes it fuckin' does matter." He stands as well, letting her slip out of his arms and ignoring her question.

"G... don't."

"Don't what?!"

"Don't make this harder for me."

A big sigh. "Aight. Fine. I'll shut up."

"'M doin' what you want and what's best for the fam. You ought'a be happy." She pauses and drops her gaze, glancing towards the door. "So should I."

"I mean, I guess, yeah... but still hurts seein' you hurtin'. Always will."

"Yeah, well ... I had my chance. I fucked it up." Her words are cold--not cold like ice, but cold like a corpse.

"You didn't fuck up nothin'."

"Yeah. I did."

He crosses his arms and looks away, not wanting to argue anymore.

Silence.

"I love you. Missed ya lately, too..." His gaze is still averted.

"...I love you, too."

He looks at her with a tiny smile.

He does not receive one in kind. "You need me tonight, G?"

Swallow. Noticing she doesn't smile back, he loses his. "Uhm..." He shakes his head. A lie.

"I'm gonna need a couple hours off-base. I wanna tell him in person." She doesn't meet his eye.

"...'Kay."

Anguish.

"What is it, P? If you done here, if ya don't need me, ya can go on..."

She shakes her head. "Ain't about not needin' you. You know that, yeah?"

Nod. "Uh-huh. So what you still here for?"

"Nothin', I guess." She doesn't move.

He just stands there, looking at her with a subtle glare.

...Sigh. "A'ight. Later, G." Finally, she turns to go.

He almost stops her, wishing he could give her a quick kiss, but is afraid she'll reject it after how the past few days have gone. "Lemme know how shit goes. I'll be awake, I'll be here for ya."

There's a brief pause in the doorway. "...I know. Thanks, Guzma." She doesn't look back. The door closes behind her.

He sighs, finding his unfinished bottle of liquor to continue nursing the thing, and places himself on his throne so his bed doesn't tempt him to pass out.

#tender age in plume #komala scientist

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toruponpon · 5 years

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ROKU! SIX! 6!!!

Uwu my heart is so above the clouds now☺️☺️☺️☺️

And that makes me wanted to talk about my observation of ONE OK ROCK LEADER! Toru Yamashita! MBTI! YEEEYYYY☺️☺️☺️

So as you can see, I’m obsessed a fan of Toru. Not the one with similar meaning to air cooler but the one with similar meaning to admirer.

I’m also a personallity nerd, including MBTI and astrology, but let me talk about Toru’s MBTI this time since everyone could google Toru’s birthday and know that he is a sagittarius.

So, based on my observation towards him, I assume that he is an INTP. Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Perceiving.

Oho, he only has one different alphabet from mine☺️ while I’m more of a feeler, he is more of a thinker. I actually thought that he is an INFP like myself at first, because Taka jokes around at how he imagines himself with Avril Lavigne hahaha so I thought he might be a feeler since INFP dominant function is introverted feeling, his feeling of wanting to be with Avril is strong but in reality, that didn’t happen, so he escapes into daydream/imagination world?

But nah, after observing some more about him, I actually found out that he’s pretty calm at any situation. He actually never shows if he is panicked or anxious and he stays level headed towards any challenging situation.

For example, he was once got interviewed (I found the translation somewhere in google) and he told the story about how his band was almost disband due to Alex’s scandal. Being the only guitar player, who was playing the rythm guitar, it was kind of a challenge to take the lead guitar position too. So, the bandmates were kind of pessimistic about how their band will continue with only 4 members. Can Toru actually do it and improve to be a better guitarist? But that time, Toru was actually thinking that it’s no use to think negatively and it’s better to move on, continue with the rest of what he had. He kept sending long e-mails full of wise and positive words to get his bandmates moral up and to reassure them that they could do it if they’re together. Trusting each other. And the effort Toru did back then, was not only that. He practiced really hard to be a better guitarist who could play rythm and also lead guitar. He showed it to their bandmates who looked at him with doubt hahaha I remember Toru said in the translation that when the scandal made their band got into hiatus mode for a few months, once they got back together to practice in the studio, all of the bandmates were staring at Toru hahaha he felt he went to an audition to join the band as the guitarist hahaha but in fact he is the founder of that band hahaha poor Toru.

So, based on that story that Toru told at his interview, I thought that he prioritized logic first rather than what he felt at that time, about the situation. Taka also said that the only one who can always catch him is Toru. Catch here means that Taka is an emotional rollercoaster kind of person. At one time he could be happy and at other time he could be really in a bad mood. He himself actually admit that he is moody. I remember watching a clip from instagram, in the clip was Taka, feeling upset because ONE OK ROCK needs to wait for a band who supposed to sing 3 songs, but actually did more than 3. So he was upset about it and got moody, after he finished the song, he let his mic fall into the ground and slammed the floor loudly. The other bandmates were only like “wtf Taka, calm your ass off—“ and Tomoya is the one apologizing to the audience, if I remember correctly. I’m sorry if I got wrong there.

Also, there’s another example of how Toru is much more of a thinker was when they’re filming the Fool Cool Rock Documentary? I guess? I don’t really try to remember the titles hahaha and am too lazy to look it up, so, sorry🙂

At that video, it turned out that he show was having a technical problem. They didn’t have enough baricade and the owner of the venue was mad for some reasons. The show was almost got cancelled. Tomoya was in the verge of mental breakdown, he looked so panicked and anxious, it really showed on his face and gestures, but then Toru calmly said “daijobu” and that simple yet strong word, instantly made Tomoya calm :”) dang it Toru— the power of lido-sama! YEAAHHH!!! And they still run the show, although the opening band for ONE OK ROCK, (which I don’t know what the band’s name was) got cancelled. They apologize to the supposed-to-be-opening-band with guilty feeling, but none can’t be helped.

Through that video, I could see that Tomoya is actually an introverted feeling user? I don’t know how strong his introverted feeling is but he definitely is a feeler. And there still are a lot of Toru using his thinking rather than feeling example but let’s stop here.

Introvert trait here because I see that Toru don’t usually have a lot of energy? Hahaha he doesn’t express him self with a lot of energy and facial expression. He almost always looked sleepy and lazy when the band got interviewed. Waiting for Taka to talk and answer the questions. But actually, his eyes were originally looked like lazy eyes too, so it’s kinda support his eco mode or saving energy personality? Hahaha but when on stage, doing something he loved, he actually got pretty into it.

See how he is so lazy to do the jankenpon he barely move his hand hahahaha also that look on his face who looked so sleepy like he didn’t get enough sleep, just compare him with Tomoya besides him who actually is very happy hahaha so I thought that an introvert is much more of a saving energy kind of person. I relate to him in this trait, it doesn’t mean that I don’t have energy, but it’s just so mendokusai to use all of my energy at anything I do, I’m saving my energy for things I’m really excited and love so much hahaha so yeah, me could be considered as a calm person too, just like Toru. So, I assume that he’s more an introverted rather than an extroverted, eventhough he said he loves to party till dawn. I guess that he loves party trait comes with his astrology as a sagittarius.

Also, I found in google that an ENTP shows his goofy and lighthearted sides to the world while INTP only shows them to the people he knew well. This is so Toru I think. He is the most calm and quiet, even the bandmates said that he is calm and quiet.

An ENTP won’t be like that for sure. Because ENTP will tend to appear more energetic and outgoing to others eventhough they experience long periods of introverted focus and analysis. While INTP will appear laid-back and reserved to others, eventhough he has bouts of excitement and enthusiasm. (Source from google)

So yeah, he definitely is an INTP. With P being a perceivers, he will appear laid-back because he is the type of person that is fine with anything. Although he shows a lot of strong dilikes and likes. For example, his strong fear hate of needles, fear hate of flights, also back then, he stated that he dislikes mice through an interview, Taka also mentioned that he hates dry air so he even has 3 humidifier hahaha I guess that traits come from his scorpio moon. He actually is fine with Taka taking the lead for the Eye Of The Storm album because he thought that it was necessary. He actually tried to adapt as a 4 members rather than looking for other member to fill in for the lead guitarist position. So yeah I guess he’s a perceiver because of his flexibility and adaptability.

As an N for iNtuitive, I think he is an intuitive because he used to dream? I mean like daydream and imagining things. Like what Taka said he loves to tease Toru because he imagines himself being with Avril Lavigne hahaha also, he said that he already knew that Alex might be caught in a scandal. He also said that he chose Taka as his vocalist, because Taka has a unique high-tone husky voice. Well he also looked for the good looking one with around the same age as him though hahaha and as you see, an intuitive usually think of the future more than what’s happening at the moment, I see that Toru is actually thinking a lot about the band’s future rather than enjoying his moment now.

So yeah, that’s my explanation of why I assume him as an INTP!☺️

I actually would love to interact with him in person, directly, to better understand his personality though :”)

P.S: the video credit goes to one of ONE OK ROCK Documentary (forgot the title and what year haha) also the translation in the video was from 10969dotcom (thank you for translating the video☺️) and the pict is from some random interview from youtube and I also forgot which one and what is the title hahaha gomennasai

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felinehypocritical · 7 years

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Please write Stan and Bill and Richie hanging out in a diner talking about things (anything you want)

The air around them was filled with clinks and quiet talking, their voice mingling with three dozen others and their laughs intertwining. Stan Uris, Richie Tozier, and Bill Denbrough sat in their favorite, hole-in-the-well diner, discussing everything and nothing.

Richie tore his gaze away from his coffee parfait for long enough to catch Bill looking at him strangely, and grinned widely.

“What’re you looking at, Billy, my boy? See something you like?”

Bill shook his head, simply looking at him pensively while he sipped his tea. “You’re ridiculous, Ruh-Richie.”

“Oh, but am I, Bill? I see where you’re lookin’, and it’s not polite, not one bit!” Richie smiled wider as he saw Stan choke on his coffee, satisfied with his influence. “You doing okay there, Stan?”

Stan waved a hand, before putting his hands back on the table, his slender fingers clasped together tightly. “I’m fine. Go on, Bill.” He turned his gaze toward the redhead and rolled his eyes at Richie’s huffiness towards being ignored.

“Ruh-Right. So, I was just thinking, m-maybe we should get Eddie a b-birthday present while we’re ou-out. I was th-thinking, l-like, an ah-actual ring instead of th-that cereal buh-box one.” He smiled smugly as Richie cackled, his slightly uneven teeth showing as his freckles scrunched up. Bill really was beautiful, in a sleepy, bedraggled way, his freckles densely spotted all over his cheeks, his smile lopsided and his hair constantly mussed from running his hands through it as he wrote. Especially now, at nine in the morning, he looked as if he’d just rolled out of bed, and both Richie and Stan were jealous of his ease.

Richie slapped his knee comically, saying as his giggles subsided, “oh, that’s a knee-slapper. Ain’t that right, Stan?” Stan only pursed his lips slightly, sitting up straighter in his chair as he sipped his black coffee (the only coffee he insisted on having nowadays), before shrugging a little and cracking a grin.

“Sure, Rich,” he said, sounding dry and irritated despite his good humor- though that was just Stan, for you. Always sounding on edge. “But where are we three stooges gonna find any nice rings?” He chewed on his lip, already worried about how the mechanics would work, but Bill rushed in to make amends.

“Hey, huh-h-hey, let’s n-n-n-ot worry about that r-right now, k-k-kay? Let’s j-just talk. Smuh-smell the coffee. Suh-see the sights.”

The two other boys looked comically and slightly forlornly around the small, dingy diner, before Richie got up slightly, proclaiming: “well, I’ve seen the sights, Billy. Can we go now?”

Bill put a hand on Richie’s, sliding it up his arm until he was able to pull Richie down into his seat.

“Nuh-no, Richie. Sit d-d-down.” He looked at Stan, who recoiled slightly, still scared of the criticism Bill had given him just days ago. “Stuh-Stan, Richie told me ab-bout some stuh-stuff I said th-that upset you.” Stan shot Richie daggers when he heard that, but Richie only shrugged sheepishly. Bill took Stan’s hands in his own, wincing slightly. They were so, so cold on the outside. Only the palms that had touched the outside of his scalding cup were warm, but everything else was ice. Still, Bill held onto them without stopping as Stan tried to jerk them away. “St-Stan… look. I’m suh-sorry, okay? I dih-hidn’t know you were there. I wou-houldn’t have s-s-said it if I knew y-you were.” He saw Stan’s hurt face, and pressed on. “I kn-know it still huh-hurts. I’m s-sorry. But y-you can’t take my word for it. I was with Eddie. And Eddie’s…” His eyes seemed a bit dreamier, but he soon lost the look and most of his stutter. “Eddie’s dih-hifferent. He’s way different from you. And… I’m so sorry, Stan. I say this out of love. But you’re not healthy.” Stan’s eyes snapped down, and he suddenly looked as if he’d lost two sizes with how small he was. “You’re n-not. You didn’t get breakfast here, and I’m sure that when you a-ate at home, y-y-you did the ah-absolute minimum.” His stomach dropped slightly as Stan looked away, confirming his suspicion. “And… if yuh-y-you’re not healthy, I… I cuh-can’t let Eddie feel bad because of you. I l-luh-l-love you, Stanny, but s-seriously, you gotta get yourself t-t-together.”

“Hey,” Richie said sharply. “Stan’s together. Get off his back, dude.” His hand flitted at Stan’s and Richie’s own freezing hands covered his as well as they could, despite being smaller. Even he, who had unconditionally cold hands, felt how cold Stan’s were. Not that he minded- he’d love Stan if his hands were two thousand degrees.

“B-but he’s nuh-not, Richie.” Bill frowned across the table. “Look at h-him! He’s duh-dead in his seat!” Stan did, indeed, look slightly sick. His dark circles were more defined, his hair taking on a strange sheen. His arms were small and thin, with his maroon sweater pushed up his elbows. His clothes absolutely hung on him, something they almost never did, what with Stan’s taste for tailored clothes. Sure, they were clearly pajamas, but still, it gave the illusion of a little boy wearing clothing he still had a long way to fill out.

Richie glared at the taller boy fiercely. “No he doesn’t! Stan looks fine! He looks great, actually, much better than you do with this attitude, Bill. And anyways, who-”

“It’s okay, Rich.” Stan’s quiet, stable voice broke through the din of Richie’s quickly rising one. “I know.” His voice wavered, before dropping as he looked down at his lap. “I don’t…” He looked around desperately, as if searching for a way out, before not finding one and pulling his eyes up to meet Bill’s. “I don’t mean to make anyone worry. Or make Eds feel bad. I don’t want any of that.” He suddenly looked so much weaker, so much thinner and more defenseless than he had that night a few days ago. He said the next in a near whisper: “I just want to be small.” Stan curled his knees up to his chest in the book and tore his hands away, wrapping his arms around his legs. He looked, in a word, dejected. “I just want to be small,” he repeated, rubbing his encircled pointer finger and thumb up and down the circumference of his wrist absently.

It was then that Bill saw, really SAW, how in need Stan Uris was at that time in his life.

Richie was already on it, however, and he awkwardly gave Stan a hug; although it was more draping himself over the boy and shushing when Stan tried to protest than a hug. “Stanny. Hey, dude…” Richie trailed off, but he kept trying after a moment. “Hey! Get it together, man! You’re Stan the Man Uris! You don’t take no shit from NOBODY, ‘specially not some stuttering no-good freak like Denbrough!”

“H-hey,” Bill warned, although he, too reached over to pat Stab’s hand. “Stan, I’m s-s-sorry. You’re doing gruh-great, okay? Just… Yuh-you’ve got some stuff to wuh-hork on. We’ll h-h-help you…” But then he saw Stan’s lips pressed into a prim line and grinned crookedly. “Or n-nuh-not. We duh-don’t have to.”

The dark-haired boy nodded, and slowly let himself be pried into an open stance by an insistent Richie. “Thanks.”

There were a few moments of silence as they wondered what each of the others were thinking of them right now. Stan looked at Bill with a newfound outlook, and upon Richie with a sort of cheesy and reluctant adulation. Richie and Bill, despite that they’d never admit it, were actually more worried about Stan than ever before. Something about the way he looked all folded up in on himself made them antsy. And Richie barely had ANY room for the redhead in his brain when Stan was sitting right next to him smelling slightly like aftershave Richie and Stan both knew he didn’t really need (Stan barely grew facial hair, much to his chagrin, especially since his father had such a nice beard- not that he’d ever want one, but he’d like to know he could), wearing a shirt that was, at some point, Richie’s, but looked much better on Stan with his darker complexion.

They wondered how this was going to work, what with Stan refusing help for a problem he so CLEARLY had and Richie not knowing how to really make anyone do ANYTHING, and Bill feeling as if he couldn’t condone Stan’s habits of not eating for hours and hours until half of a day had gone by with no meal all for the effort of becoming as small as he wanted- but that was for another time. For now, they would drink and make merry.

Richie cleared his throat. “So,” he said, with a wicked grin. “Where do you think we’ll find a ring of high enough quality for our dear little Eddie Spaghetti?”

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theprettiestoflights · 7 years

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Tabitha

“We should build a robot.” Phoebe said, watching six-year-old Andrea run around the park with Katie’s son.

“That is the best idea you’ve ever had.” Alex said, barely glancing up from his textbook.

“I do try.” She smiled. “What would we name it?”

“We haven’t even planned her yet, and you already want to name her?” Alex asked, already decided on her gender. “We should name her Hannah.”

Phoebe shook her head. “No way. One of my students is called Hannah, and she is by far the worst student I have ever had.” She grimaced at the thought of the girl who hadn’t done a single piece of work in six months.

“Worse than me?” Alex joked. Phoebe rolled her eyes. “Okay. How about... Ruby?” He suggested.

“No.”

Alex thought for a moment, then gasped. “Guinevere!”

“You’re terrible at this.” Phoebe laughed. “Andy!” She called.

“Yeah?” Andrea asked, jumping off the swing and running over to her mother.

“If you could name a robot, what would you name her?” Phoebe asked.

“Tabitha!” Andrea exclaimed, before running back over to Katie’s son on the swings.

“Fine, we’ll name her Tabitha, but Guinevere is a much better name.” Alex said.

“Alright, Lancelot, if you insist.”

“What if she doesn’t work?” Alex asked, throwing his screwdriver up into the the air, but failing to catch it before it clattered to the ground.

Phoebe sighed, rolled her eyes and ignored him.

Andrea walked into the workshop with a fluffy black and white kitten trotting along behind her. “Mum! Uncle Morgan broke a glass!”

“You traitor!” Morgan yelled from the kitchen. Andrea giggled.

“How much did he pay you to keep that a secret?” Alex asked, stifling a laugh.

“Not enough.” She gave him a wicked smile. She picked the kitten up before they could get in Phoebe’s way. “Come on, Bubbles. We need to help Uncle Morgan clean up the glass he broke.”

Phoebe smiled as Andrea left the room. “Can you pass me the wrench?”

“Which one? You have several.” Alex said, walking over to the tool bench.”

“The red one.”

“Which red one?”

“The one that looks like a medieval torture instrument.”

“Got it.” Alex threw the wrench to Phoebe, which she caught without looking up.

“Thanks.”

“How long until she’s done?” Alex asked.

“A week, at most.” Phoebe shrugged. “Depends if you get in my way.”

“Hear that, Tabitha?” Alex asked, turning to the computer in the corner. “Your body is nearly finished.”

“I am very excitement!” A robotic voice said through the speakers. The words she spoke typed themselves out on the monitor.

Phoebe raised an eyebrow as Alex sighed. “Okay, speech may need a little more work first, but yes, I am excited too.” He said.

“Are you very excitement, miss Phoebe?” Tabitha asked. She pronounced Phoebe strangely.

“Of course I am.” Phoebe said, using the same tone she used for Andrea when she was little.

“That is very good!” Tabitha said.

“You don’t have to use very in front of every adjective, Tabitha.” Alex laughed.

“But everything is very.” Tabitha said. “Therefore, I will label it as such.”

They both laughed. “If you insist, Tabby.” Phoebe said.

“You need to learn how to fix her.” Phoebe insisted.

“But I’m really bad at robotics!” Alex exclaimed. “That’s why I did the AI and left you to do the hardware.”

“No you’re not, you just had a Zeta teacher.” Phoebe said. “It’s not difficult, and we need someone who isn’t Marcus on Delta team to fix her.”

“What’s wrong with Marcus?” Andrea asked from her seat on the kitchen counter.

“Nothing, dear, but we need two people to be able to fix her.” Phoebe smiled.

“You did it on your own.” Erin pointed out as she walked past.

“That’s because I’m better than them.” Phoebe said. Erin laughed as she entered the hallway. “So, you want to learn how to fix your daughter or not?”

“Ugh, fine.” Alex said dramatically, making Andrea giggle. Phoebe rolled her eyes.

“If Tabitha is your daughter, and my half sister, does that make you my stepdad?” Andrea asked.

“Nah, stepdads are boring. I’m more like your mad scientist uncle.” Alex smiled. Andrea giggled.

“Mad is the right word.” Morgan said as he walked in, unaware of the rest of the conversation. Alex gasped in mock offence.

“That means he has to buy me birthday presents, right mum?” Andrea asked. Alex laughed.

“If you insist, darling.” Phoebe smiled.

Alex’s phone rang, and he groaned. He fumbled for it in the dark, and checked the caller ID, half expecting it to be Evan in a bout of insomnia, half hoping it was Erin, calling to tell him she was alright.

It was neither.

It was Phoebe.

“Hello?” He mumbled groggily.

“Someone just broke into my fucking house.” She said angrily.

“Shit, are you all okay? Do you want me to come round?” Alex asked, suddenly much more awake.

“No, no, we’re fine, but the paper copies of Tabby’s blueprints are gone.” Phoebe sighed. “I still have the backups on my hard drive, thank god.”

“Do you know who it was?” He sat up in his bed.

“God knows, but...” She lowered her voice. “I think Andrea does.”

“What? Why?” Alex asked.

“I heard a crash downstairs, and heard Andrea yell something. I ran downstairs to see someone climbing out the kitchen window. Andrea managed to grab whoever it was, but when she saw their face, she let go. Morgan tried to go after them, but she told him not to.” Phoebe whispered. “I don’t know dude, got any ideas?”

“One of her friends, maybe?” He suggested. “Jack, uh... Lauren? No, Laurie. Whatever her brother’s called?”

“Jensen, I think. I don’t know, I’ll ask her in the morning, she’s asleep right now.” She yawned.

“And you should be too.” Alex said.

“Alright, mom, if you insist. Jesus christ.” Phoebe said. Alex could almost hear her rolling her eyes. “Goodnight, dude.”

“Night, Phe.”

When Phoebe saw Alex was calling, she rolled her eyes. Andrea had only been there an hour.

“What’s she done?” Phoebe asked as she answered the call.

“It’s- it’s not Andy. She’s just left, actually. It’s-” Alex choked on his words.

“Alex? Are you okay?” Phoebe asked, concerned. “Do you want me to come round?”

“No, no, it’s- I- She-” Alex felt his hands shaking.

“Who? Erin?” Phoebe asked.

“No, well, yes. Erin came back, but she’s... invisible, for some reason.” Alex managed.

“Okay, that’s- um- okay.” Phoebe mumbled. Alex heard shuffling on her side, and assumed she was signing something to Morgan. “What else?”

“Tabitha- she- I- I thought her sensors were broken, so Evan and I opened her up to check. There was a part I didn’t recognise, it wasn’t there last time, I’m sure of it. I touched it, just gently, and she- she fucking deleted her own AI.” Alex started sobbing again.

Phoebe didn’t answer.

“Phe, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s not your fault, Al.” Phoebe said sternly. “It’s the fault of whoever stole our blueprints and fucked with our daughter.”

“Eight years...” Alex whispered.

“I know, buddy, but you have a backup of her AI, and I can fix her body.” Phoebe said. “We can fix her, Alex, I promise.”

“Ask Andrea who stole the blueprints again.” Alex mumbled.

“If you insist, but I barely got an answer last time. I’ll ask her when she comes home, okay?” Phoebe asked.

“Okay.”

“I’ll talk to you later, Al.”

“Okay. Bye, Phe.”

She hung up.

“We have to leave her behind, don’t we?” Phoebe asked, looking out Andrea’s bedroom window at the carnage in the street.

“We can’t!” Alex exclaimed. “She- she’s our daughter, Phe! Eight years!”

“She’s also still fucking dead.” Phoebe said, not looking at him. “We can’t take her with us, it’s too dangerous.”

“We can’t leave her here to rot!” Alex cried.

“We damn will can, and we damn well will.” Phoebe said, watching one of their neighbours beat their infected husband over the head with a pipe. “She’ll slow us down, and that will get one of us killed.”

“What would Andrea say, huh?” Alex asked. “What would she think about you abandoning her sister?”

Phoebe turned around slowly. “Do not drag my girl into this.”

“Your girl? Your fucking girl? She wasn’t just yours, Phoebe.” Alex hissed, tears streaming down his face. “And I’ll drag in whoever I like, especially when it comes to my girl.”

“You don’t have the fucking right!” Phoebe screamed. "Tabitha is not the same as Andrea, and you fucking know it.”

“She was to me!” Alex screamed back.

“Can you two quit it?” Morgan slammed the door open. “You’re upsetting Daphne.”

Alex relaxed instantly, but Phoebe looked ready to kill him.

“Sorry.” Alex mumbled.

“And, for the record, none of this fucking matters. Andrea’s dead, Tabitha’s non-functional, and we can’t carry her with us. So stop bickering.” Morgan said.

“You don’t know what it’s like to lose a daughter.” Phoebe hissed.

“Don’t I?” Morgan asked, folding his arms. “Last time I checked, I was the closest thing Andrea had to a dad, and I practically raised her while you went of on your merry robot-building adventures. No offence, sis, but shut the fuck up.”

He turned around and left the room.

Phoebe stared, wide eyed at the empty doorway.

“Fine, we’ll leave Tabby behind. But when this is all over, we come back for her, deal?” She asked, holding out a hand.

“If you insist.” Alex said, grabbing her hand and shaking it, probably harder than was necessary.

Phoebe rolled her eyes.

#writing #My Accidental Universe #Sorry about the robot #She'll be back I promise

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whatif-animagineblog · 8 years

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Prompt: A McKirk where Jim gets Len to go back to theater after having been away for so long from the bad memories. @yourtropegirl @gracieminabox , I know others were involved in the conversation about this, but I can’t find the actual thread.

Warnings: mild language. Fluff and stuff!

Pairing: Kirk/Bones

A/N: First McKirk. The only prompt I had with kirk that was close to being done. So Happy Birthday Jim Kirk! This was a lot of fun, I’m fairly happy with it!

Word Count: 1620

McCoy looked up when he heard a familiar knock on his door frame. Jim was there smiling hands behind his back. “What do you need?” Jim just smiled as he approached the man behind the desk. Gently he placed a kiss on the top of his head.

“Are you almost done with the last round of evaluations,” Jim asked moving to kiss the other’s cheek. Leonard nodded, turning his head towards Jim, eyes still on the screen as he let him place his lips on his own. “Great because I have a great plan for us tomorrow. This base has a theater! Like an honest to goodness theater!” Jim whipped out his hands holding two tickets in is hand. “Aida! Box seats!”

Bones visibly stiffened, “Who you taking?” Jim’s arm fell as he sat on the desk trying to get a read on his boyfriend.

“You, of course, it’s supposed to be out three-year anniversary gift and a pseudo happy birthday to me, since we’ll be in the middle of space next month.”

“I don’t want to go,” his voice was blunt, and barely left room for discussion. Bones looked down avoiding any eye contact.

“But you like classical music, like concertos and stuff, basically the same but with singing. Come on, babe. We haven’t had a date night in weeks.” Jim started sounding wounded and Len couldn’t stand that. “Bones,” he called softly, causing the older man to look up. “Why don’t you want to go?”

“I just don’t, Jim. Drop it.” Bones slammed a hand on the table, but Jim was no longer phased by his bouts of anger. He was a brave, reckless man, so he continued to press the subject.

“No, You got all tight all of a sudden, and you are being way shorter with me than normal. Talk to me. Why don’t you wanna go? You’ll love it.”

“Because she’s there Jim. She’s there.” Jim sighed as he saw tears building up in Len’s eyes. “Dammit,” the doctor cursed pressing from his chair and walking a short distance away.

“Jocelyn.” Jim’s face contorted as the sour name fell from his lips.

“We went all the time in the beginning. She loved it, I loved it. It was wonderful. I loved musicals, opera, ballet, all of it. Every note, every choreographed move. But once things got bad,” Bones looked back to the Captain as he stood. “It just has a bad taste, like everything else she touched.”

Jim enveloped the other man into a tight hug. Pressing kisses into the side of the stubbly chin. “That’s okay. Alright, but,” Leonard groaned about how he hated buts. “But, let me treat you to the theater. You deserve to love it again. You can’t keep letting her take the things you love away.” Jim pulled away moving to hold Leonard’s hands. “You just need the right person holding your hand again. And not to brag, but I’m really good at holding these legendary hands.” Jim whispered kissing the tops of each of hand. Bones fought back a faint blush, trying to still look upset.

“Jim, I just don’t know. It’s going to bring back bad memories and,” Bones trailed. “I just don’t want to….What if I cry? Just the thought of entering another theater makes me feel sick”

“Have you seen Aida? You’ll match half the crowd.”

The pair was quiet for a long while as bones weighed his options. “Alright, I’ll go. For you.”

Jim straightened his bowtie one last time, moving a hand to smooth his jacket. Bones smiled as he watched him. He always did look good in a tuxedo. Jim turned to meet the gaze of his lover, “There’s my handsome guy,” Jim chimed putting out his hand.

“You just look good in anything, huh,” Bones took the awaiting hand and smiled as Jim started leading him out of the barracks. The walk was short, and Bones stopped outside of the theater. Jim looked worried because Bones was frozen in his spot.

“Bones,” Jim mumbled.

“I can do it.”

As they walked inside Jim could feel his partner tense even more. Jim had to distract him, had to make this place a safe one again. “Bones,” Jim spoke pointing off to a chandelier. “They brought that all the way from Earth. It’s been around since like the 1700’s! They converted to the electric light when electricity was first discovered.” Leonard smiled as Jim pointing off to another part of the theater, just talking. That was a talent of his. Chattering away, all to make Leonard feel safe again. He just stared at his Captain, a warm smile on his face as Jim’s words just washed over him, not really paying attention. Just enjoying the lengths he was going to for him.

A man walked up to the pair, must’ve been the manager or someone important because he went for Jim’s hand shaking it.

“Captain Kirk! A pleasure to see you and your date. So glad you could make it!” The man turned to Leonard reaching for his hand as well. “And you must be Doctor McCoy. I’ll show you two to your seats. Would you care for champagne?”

“Sure,” Jim chimed as they followed the man and Leonard looked at him skeptically. “Captain treatment on top Starfleet privileges. I’m milking it a bit.” Jim hushed kissing Bones cheek.

Leonard was sitting stiffly in his seat, adjusting his collar over and over. Just fidgeting. Jim just held his hand, lifting it to his lips, giving it soft kisses now and again. He wanted to say so much to help ease his troubled mind. He knew better, though. Leonard McCoy, though the love of his life, kept emotions to himself. Nothing he would say, would help and only embarrassed him.

But, Jim heard the audible gasp when the soft notes of the overture began. Bones grip tightened as the music swelled, filling the full auditorium. His eyes watched the bowstrings with such a fierce intensity that Jim thought for a moment he could be performing a surgery.

James didn’t watch the opera, he watched Leonard the entire time. He listened to him go on and on about the performance during intermission. All James could do was smile, and listen as he enthused. It was magical. It was absolutely magical to watch Bones unfurl into this man of the arts. Jim had gotten the pleasure to see Bones come out of his shell after some monster of a woman stomped on his heart and tossed him to the curb. Then he got the pleasure to call Leonard is own.

As they walked home hand in hand, Len still going on about the opera. Then they fell silent.

“Thank you for tonight.”

“It was my pleasure, I’m glad you had a good time,” Jim murmured back.

“No, thank you. I mean it. I would have never of stepped back into a theater without you. I had honestly lost myself nearly four years ago. And I think I owe you a lot. I owe you for helping me find me again.” Len felt tears in his eyes, he turned his head away, placing a hand over his eyes. Jim gently removed the hand, holding it tightly. “How do you always pull emotion outta me, Jim?”

“Thank you, for letting me have that opportunity,” Jim mumbled pulling the other man into a deep kiss. Jim pulled back, “Can I walk you home?”

Leonard laughed and pushed the blond off of him, “We’ve lived in the same room for almost two years.”

“Then you walk me home. Maybe I’ll give you your own personal show of Don Giovanni,” whispered, bringing himself really close to Leonard, whispering into his ear.

“Isn’t that the guy that fucks everything that walks then gets pulled into the pits of hell in the finale?” Jim pulled back just enough to look into Leonard’s eyes. Grinning, laughing a little as he pecked his lips.

“Yes, but let’s do a rewrite. One lover and one long life of life and togetherness. No abandonment. No string of lovers, no getting pulled into the pits of hell.”

“What are you even,” Bones began to laugh, then it caught in his throat as he watched Jim drop down. “Jim.” James smiled as he reached into his tuxedo jacket. Fishing out a small black box. Bones began to shake his head in disbelief.

“Leonard Horatio McCoy. We met each other at the bottom. I had a black eye.”

“And a busted nose,” Leonard laughed tears once again in his eyes. Happy ones.

“And all you had left was your bones. But, after some tough work, some near death experiences, and having each other, I think we’ve managed to pull ourselves together pretty well. I wouldn’t nearly be the man I am without you.” Bones couldn’t believe it. He always wondered what Jocelyn felt when he proposed. Now he knew. Disbelief, overwhelming love, it was amazing. “I love you more than anything. And...and..,” Jim was at a loss for words. Usually confident, charming, and swaggering, now he was blushing, nervous, stumbling over something that he had clearly rehearsed.

“Yes,” Bones croaked out. He reached down and helped Jim to his feet, pulling him into a tight hug. “Yes. My God yes.” Jim held on tightly, pressing his face into the other man’s shoulder, crying. “Jesus, Jim.” Kirk pulled back slipping the solid band on Leonard’s hand.

“I love you,” Jim whispered once more, pressing his lips on the other man’s.

“So, is that private performance an open invitation?”

Jim chuckled in his ear, sending a wave of shivers down Len’s spine. “If you're lucky you might even get an encore.”

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