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zawasdarkcirclez · 3 years

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How Bakusquad Asks You to Prom

Mina Ashido:

-Mina’s definitely got something really pretty planned

-She’s most likely a little dressed up with a cute little dress on

-This is all taking place in the common area

-Everybody besides you knew what was happening and were hiding in the corners of the room and against the wall

-Aizawa was even there claiming that he felt most comfortable if there was a teacher and adult present with all of these candles burning Mina, Denki, and Sero filled him in one day when he was trying to grade papers

-In reality though, he just wanted to be there to see how it would play out after hearing all the talk about it

-Y’all do be his kids after all

-You keep getting texts from Mina and everyone telling you Aizawa is calling everybody to the commons right now and that you’re late as hell

-You’re out of breath running to the room and realize you don’t see the lights on from where you stand

- Walking in however, you’re greeted with soft jazz music

-Mina standing in the middle of the room with a bouquet of flowers

-In front of her on the floor are candles spelling out “Prom?”

-Not gonna lie she’s a little nervous

-Fingers fiddling for sure

“HEY-uh Y/n.. PROM??“

-You said yes no doubt. Sorry I don’t make the rules

-You were literally stunned, she looked amazing, everything looked so cute, the effort was there. CONGRATULATIONS you won

-Everybody of course had to then hop out from the darkness of the room cheering and recording as you and Mina hug

-Queue Denki + Sero dapping each other up

-Midoriya tearing up

-Mineta full on crying because Mina is now taken

-Todoroki still standing by the wall 🧍‍♂️

-You and Mina definetly had some of the best prom fits

Katsuki Bakugo:

-You were already dating Katsuki, leading him to believe you were well aware that you were going to prom with him

-So when he overheard Momo ask you about plans for prom and you responded saying

-”Oh, prom? ...I’m not really sure I’m doing all that.”

-He was STOMP.ING over and Momo was tiptoeing away not wanting to get caught in another one of his outbursts

-”What the hell do you mean you’re not doing that?!”

-”You don’t want to go with me or what?!”

-”Did I do something? If I made you upset, you should have said something, Dumbass!!”

-”Actually, you know what, I don’t care! You’re going.”

-”With me!”

-You rolled your eyes jokingly

-”Well that sure is one way to ask.” you chuckled and patted his side walking away to go back to your desk

-You were not complaining by any means, but with the intensity of Katsuki’s ability to read behind your words, he knew he was picking up on something else

-Thinking back, he did notice the little way your eyes would glow as your friends were getting asked left and right

-Even when Bakugo mumbles beside you about “Why the hell’s he doing all this like she’s not already his girlfriend.”

-You’ve seen posters, candies, gifts etc.

-But all you truly wanted was for Bakugo to possibly let down a wall of his and utter the same words to you

-But you would never ever push him to do it, in fear of overstepping a boundary

-This in mind though, and with Bakugo being as invested and in love with you as he is, and not willing to admit, he plans something little so you can have a little moment to blab to your friends about too or whatever 🙄

-He’ll be damned if its in public though

-For sure expect to be woken up late at night, leaving you surprised considering yk his bedtime and all

-He’s shaking your shoulder and grumbling to you to “Wake your ass up, or I’ll leave.”

-You turn seeing Bakugo with a candle he over burnt a little bit with his quirk, your favorite snack, a teddy bear, and a little jewelry box

-“Will you uhh..” his eyes dart away from you and he hears you giggle

-”Shut up!! ... ”

-”Will you go to prom with me, Y/n?” he asks shoving the snacks and bear a little in your direction

-”Of course Katsu.”

-He smirked, opening the jewelry box

-”And you make sure to wear this little beauty around that neck of yours at this damn dance, okay?”

Denki Kaminari:

-I’m sorry but you completely spoiled Denki’s surprise

-Well it was a team effort

-He had already accidentally said too much one day without realizing so you knew he most definitely had “Something exciting to ask you”

-But bbbbruh

-The panic everyone screamed in when you randomly walked into Denki’s room while him and the rest of the Bakusquad decorated

-He jumped off the little ladder he was standing on in the corner and turned you around by your shoulders ushering you out

-”ahHa ha...”

-It’s silent for a couple second while you both plan what to say now

Simultaneously:

-“Denki I am SOOO sorry“

and

-”A little earlier than planned”

-Everyone has an ear pressed against the door at this point to listen

-”Well..surprise! I’ll tell you what though,”

-His hands reached for yours

-”I’m a liiittle busy right now.. You know what for, but let’s pretend you don’t.”

-He turns speed walking and dragging you with him

-”So you go relax for a little bit, do some studying or something. Put on one of your cute little outfits, and I’ll be by later to come get you because you’ve got a hot date in my room say around..8:30?”

-You nod, catching your breath and realized he has delivered you all the way back to your own dorm

-Before you could turn and ask any other questions, that boy is booking it around the corner to get back to his room

-Upon walking in he is greeted with bunches of “what happened?”s from his friends and a slap to the back of his head from Bakugo

-Yes they somehow got Bakugo to help

-”Guys! Guys! We’re good, why did nobody keep decorating? Come on people we have until 8:25 and then you all have got to go!”

-Fast forward to 8:30, he’s opening the door for you and guiding you inside with a hand on your back

-He’s cheesing like a fool I promise you

-Sure you already saw part of it but not nearly the end result

-”So, will you go to prom with me?”

-”Uhm, YES!”

-Y’all can hear Sero and Kiri hooting and cheering from Bakugo’s room across the hall followed by a

-”Shut up or get out you idiots!!”

-You and Denki definitely won the top spots in the Prom Court

Eijiro Kirishima:

-Kiri definitely has a little cliche possibly cringe idea he saw online

-But it’s still cute as hell because I mean hello it’s Kirishima

-All his friends were struggling planning things while he was sitting there CHILLEN

-Denki turned like “Uhhh..Bro, you all set or something? You’re looking mighty not-busy over here.”

-”Yeah man. This was eeasyy. I found exactly what I wanted to do. They’ll love it.”

-By this point everyone had been listening, and then he was bombarded with several voices asking for ideas and inspiration from him

-All voices went silent though when he whipped out his phone to show them

-”Dude.”

-”You’re joking.”

-”Tch. Dumbass..”

-He’s not even a little worried about their reactions

-If there’s one thing he knows it’s YOU

-And YOU love anything Kirishima does

-Let’s not lie we’re all whipped

-And y’all are just some chill ass individuals and cornballs with the same humor

-He spends the entire evening that day drawing out his sign and gathering things he needs and whatnot

-When you walk into class greeted with some yummy food and cheesy saying on your desk, you smirked knowing it was the one and only

-”Surprisee!” he would sing wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your cheek

-”Pretty manly, huh?”

-When the rest of the class sees how it actually turned out in comparison to the picture he showed, they kinda regretted trying to get on him

-Especially since you were right in front of them enjoying it

-Shit was kinda sweet

-Ya know, seeing y’all be all perfect for each other and all

-”Ah, you’re so cute. It’s great!” your face was lighting up as you plopped down in your seat

-The rest of class everyone was still stressing between lessons about their own prom situations

-And cutting their eyes at you and Kiri

-The two of you are now sitting side by side, his arm around you shoulders and both of your mouths full of sushi

-Prom is literally a dream with this man

-I feel like he would dress with the most casually classy look

-Velcro shoes acquired 😎

-Y’all are so in love you don’t even realize how visible it is

-The whole night is you two soo lost in each other uhghh

Hanta Sero:

-Sero is cool as fuck

-I just had to say that first sorreh

-He’d definitely do something real low-key and cute

-It’s not anything public or in front of everybody and their mother

-The two of you hang out by yourselves and have little ~dates~ and what not kind of often

-So him knocking at your dorm door telling you to get ready to go in 30 minutes was nothing suspicious

-After a light walk from campus y’all reached a point where he told you to close your eyes and let him guide you

-Considers covering your eyes with his tape but doesn't want to end up literally yanking off your eyebrows when he takes it off

-You settle for one hand over your eyes, and one hand in his

-Sero almost knocks you into stuff on purpose and you know it

-But eventually he’s telling you to open your eyes and

- 🥲

-A literal gasp

-”Ohh my gosh! Sero!? What is this!?”

-You’re literally bouncin up and down

-A whole little picnic has been set up in the middle of some random park by the school just for the two of you

-He’s just smiling and rubbing at the back of his neck

-He’s cool, but he can’t lie, especially when it comes to you, he’s a liiittle bit of a uhh wreck?

-Just hides it like an expert

-”Have a seat”

-He’ll take your hand as you sit to help you wibudfverkfcj;e

-Y’all are snacking and chatting, snacking and chatting

-Everything is literally perfect with him, genuinely so nice to be around

-Around when the sun is almost getting ready to set and the two of you are thinking about heading back to the dorms he stops you for a second

-”Uhm, Y/n. I’m just gonna cut straight to it.”

-”You wanna go to prom with me?”

-He’s looking straight into your soul I swear

-You tell him you’d love too and boooy oh boy the weight off this man’s shoulders

-Everyone wonders what went down when the two of you walk back into the building hand in hand and giggling and smiling with each other

-Of course the two of you nonchalantly fill them in when they ask, but the best details stayed between the two of you

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forever-rogue · 4 years

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Hi darling. I would like to request Frankie being overprotective when reader is sick. I have headache rn and I would like to see how our cutie boy can handle it. Thank you 🤩

I love the idea of an overprotective Frankie 🥺 He would be such a good caregiver.

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You set the warm kettle back down as you finished pouring the steaming water into your mug. Spying your favorite tea in the cabinet, you grabbed and opened it fishing out one of the last teabags. You'd have to get more when you went to the store next time. You loathed running out of it, especially now that colder months were starting.

"What are you doing?" Frankie caught you completely off guard as he came back into the kitchen, canvas totes in each hand, filled with fresh groceries. You had dropped the tea in surprise but offered him a sheepish look as he came over and set the bags on the counter, "Honey Bee, you should be in bed."

"I know," you managed to croak out, your throat still dry and scratchy. You'd come down with a harsh cold, which had caused you to have stay home from work and rest. Frankie, the ever doting boyfriend, had taken on the role of caregiver rather well, and had been waiting on you hand and foot, trying to help you to feel better. You hated depending on someone else for everything, but this cold had really knocked you down and out, "I didn't know when you'd be back and really wanted some tea. I can do some things myself."

"I know," he agreed, taking the bag and dipping into the mug for you, adding just a bit of honey like he knew you enjoyed. His hand found your cheek as he stroked your skin delicately before placing a kiss to your forehead, "but its okay to let me help you out. You always do it for me. But come, let's get you back to bed."

"Are you sure?" you asked quietly, "I can help put away groceries and stuff. At least let me help that much..."

"Absolutely not, out of the question," he insisted fervently, wrapping an arm your waist and holding your tea in the other as he led you back to bed. You didn't even bother to argue with him, knowing there was no point.

Setting down your tea on the bedside table, next to a picture of the two of you that you loved, he pulled back the covers and ushered you under them. It was like the universe was on his side because as soon as your head hit the pillows, you were heavy with sleep again. Sniffling a yawn, you offered your love a soft smile, "thank you, Frankie. You're the best and I love you more than words could describe."

"I love you too," he promised softly, "now just rest. But if you need anything, call me. I'm going to and make some soup, okay? After that I'll draw you a bath, if you would like."

"I don't deserve you," it was a wistful sigh as you snuggled into the blankets and he offered you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"Of course you do," he promised gently, "you deserve the world. Now rest, and if you need anything-"

"I'll call for you," you confirmed with a sleepy grin. He nodded before leaving the room closing the door ever so slightly.

He'd gone to the grocery store early that morning in order to get everything for homemade chicken noodle soup. It was his Abuela's recipe and he swore by it, sure if he had helped him through many colds in the past.

Frankie hated seeing you sick, knowing how independent you were and much you despised relying on the help of others. But he wasn't about to let you handle things on your own either. He had a feeling you'd be okay and feeling much better after the soup anyways, and surely you'd he right as rain in a few days.

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When stirred from slumber again, the sun was setting and casting the room in a soft, pinkish orange glow. You stretched and yawned and almost as if on queue, Frankie popped his head into the room.

"Hi baby," he said softly as he came over to you, his hand going to your forehead to set check for any signs of fever, "how are you feeling?"

"Better, I think," you admitted, the tired heaviness of your aching body feeling ever so slightly relieved, "I must have been out for hours."

"You were," he confirmed, "but you need to listen to your body as well and right now your body needs the rest."

"Apparently so," you agreed as you pushed back the blankets, "is that your Abuela's soup I smell?"

"Indeed it is," he grinned at you, "it can work miracles after all. It just needs to finish simmering for a while and it will he ready soon. I made some bread to go with it too."

"I don't know what I'd do without you, Francisco. Thank you for taking such good care of me," you beamed as you ran a hand through his dark locks.

"Like I said, you do the same for me," he said gently, "and I love you. Now, what do you say about a bath?"

"Are you saying I stink?!" you joked as he leaned in and pretended to smell you. He jerked back and scrunched up his nose as you glared at him.

"Very stinky, baby," he almost giggled with laughter, "definitely time for a bathroom. You smell like honey and vaporub."

"Jerk," you teased as you slid your legs out of the bed in order to head to the bathroom. But Frankie was quicker and easily scooped you up into his arms and carried you to the ensuite bathroom, "ahh, what a prince my love is."

"Nah," he teased, "don't get used to it."

But you already were. Because Frankie was like this all the time, treating you like you were the only thing that mattered, because in a lot of ways to him, you were. But you loved and adored him with just as much reverent devotion.

Frankie gently set you back down before turning on the water, fiddling with the taps for a moment to get the temperature just before dropping in some of your favorite bubble bath. Stripping off your pajamas, you quickly stepped into the water, sinking down and letting the rising water start to envelope you. A small groan of pleasure left your lips as Frankie sat down the floor next to you, resting his arms atop the edge and watching you closely.

"What?" you asked as you grabbed a few bubbles and placed them on the tip of his nose, "never seen a pathetic sickling take a bath before?"

"Shush," he said as you blew some bubbles right back at you, "you are always beautiful, no matter what you look like or how you feel."

"Mhmm," you replied as you leaned back and closed your eyes, "whatever you say, mi amor."

"Exactly," he insisted, "do you want me to wash your hair?"

Your eyes opened as a little grin crossed your features. There were few things you loved more than the feeling of getting your hair washed, especially by Frankie. He often took it upon himself when the two of you showed together.

"Really?" you asked as he nodded, "I would love nothing more. My body is still tired and sore, and if I'm being quite honest, it's never as good as when you do it."

"Ahh, I've spoiled you too much already."

"Indeed, you truly have," you agreed.

"I'm joking-"

"I'm not," you promised, taking his face in your hands and staring into those soft, deep chocolate eyes, "I mean it, Francisco. I love you more than anything. You make me so happy."

"You do too," he promised, taking your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles, "now come, let me help you wash up and then we'll have dinner."

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"Okay," you said, swallowing a hearty bite of bread and soup, "it's official. Your Abuela is a miracle worker and whatever secret ingredients she puts in the soup are magic."

"I know," he grinned at you, as he took your bowl and laddled some more soup into it, "one day you might even learn the secret ingredients. But she has to give permission first."

"Oh?" you quirked an eyebrow at him as you eagerly took the second helping, "and how does one go about getting permission?"

"Gotta be part of the family-"

"I am part of the family," you insisted, knowing full well it was true. His family, including his Abuela, adored you and always considered you to be one of them.

"I know," he agreed, a flush of pink rising in his cheeks, "but she means family family. Like we gotta get married."

"Ohh," your eyes widened as you stared at your soup, "maybe...maybe one day."

"Obviously," his response was sure, but nonchalant that your head snapped in his direction as he looked back at you with a simple shrug. You'd talked about marriage before, more or less in passing, but you'd never given it that much thought before. You figured if it was meant to happen, it would happen eventually, "what?"

"You want to get married?" you asked shyly as he gave you a surprised look.

"Of course," he beamed, "I'm going to marry the hell out of you. Don't you worry, Honey Bee, its going to happen. When you least expect it, but it will happen."

Frankie was just was just waiting for the opportune moment to pop the question. He'd had the ring for months, carefully hidden away as he tried to plan the perfect moment. Hell, he was half tempted to grab it and do it now. Despite still being sick and tired and run down, you looked as beautiful as ever. The soft expression on your face was enough to make his heart melt.

"Well..." you trailed off, staring at your soup and barely able to contain your smile, "I...I look forward to it. Just, you know, so I can get your Abuela's recipes."

Frankie snorted with laughter as he shook his head and reached over to wipe a crumb from the corner of your mouth.

"You must be feeling better if you're giving me this much sass," he stated as you nodded in agreement.

"Its the soup..." you said as you brought the bowl to your lips and downed the rest of it, "and the amazing care from my Frankie. Thank you for everything."

"You don't have to thank me," he promised, getting up to clear away the dishes, "now, what do you say to a movie? If you're up for it? We'll get under the covers, you can rest, and I'll even let you pick the movie."

"Deal," you eagerly agreed, "I make no promises to stay awake but I will try."

"Perfect," he busied himself with the kettle on the stove, "now get back into bed, turn on Netflix, and I'll be there in a few minutes with tea."

"And honey?"

"Only the finest for my Honey Bee," he promised, waving the bottle at you.

"I love you, Frankie," you said softly, "truly."

"And I love you," he shot you a quick wink, "now get into bed and I'll be right there."

#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #triple frontier

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tinkonka · 3 years

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things that have happened in my yttd au

this is your typical ‘au where nobody dies and they just happen to know eachother’ but all the participants are very close and... i’ve just thought up random scenarios n headcanons to go along with it. (also a lot of these r influenced by .shintsukimistan’s headcanons so please check out their blog if you wanna see good headcanons!) canon ships in this au: joemaru, keiji x kai, rekonao. (we also have hinakanna but im not really sure about shipping children, so we’ll just place it as platonic for now :] ) long post undercut

- q-taro is very very competitive, and he’s confident in his sports ability. so one time, joe challenged q-taro to a round of twister, in which q-taro obviously one, but then kai was like ‘i’d like to have a go.’ q-taro is like very intimidated by kai lol so he’s tryna impress him, and a move calls for kai to put his hands on, let’s say red. q-taro’s leg is in the way. queue kai doing a backbend and landing flawlessly. And keiji was laughing his ass off. like everytime you remind him of this he’ll laugh.

- they were all sleeping over at mishimas house on thanksgiving. unfortunately mishima lives next to a person who’s a spider enthusiast, and a tarantula got loose and ended up right next to gin somehow. he woke up and screamed, every1 came running in (except for shin he kinda just walked in n then turned around saying ‘nope nope nope’) EVERY1 WAS SCREAMING and kai just *calmly places it in a jar*

- nao: babe. wake up. please. i need to tell you something. honey. wake u- reko: what is so important that you had to wake me up at 4am on a tuesday nao: i love you - one time q-taro was drunk, and he gets competitive as hell. he was sitting at a table with kai, joe, keiji and alice, going On and On about how he was the strongest. joe dared him 2 arm wrestle keiji and in doing so, keiji got ready and simply just slammed his hand down before joe started counting (it took him off guard) keiji is smug as hell so q-taro is yelling that it wasn’t fair n keijis going ‘haha lol guess you aren’t the strongest’ and q-taro was progressively getting more annoyed

- kai is a stickler for proper posture and one time whacked shin in the back with his ladle thingy (is it called a ladle)... shin got a bruise LOL - gonna talk about the ships for a little! reko and nao have been dating for 1 yr n 4 months. they met at a cafe (lol classic cafe au ooo) and reko was just entranced with nao’s hair. she went up to go say that (she doesn’t like to just ogle in silence lol) and nao told her she looked really cool. they exchanged numbers after small talk, and nao confessed 2 months later. very healthy relationship, yin to eachothers yang :]

- still not sure about keikai?!? how they’d date n stuff.. they’re both very reserved.. maybe kai wld confess

- ranmaru confessed w a letter! after being talked into it by sara, he wrote a note to joe telling him to meet at their hangout spot after school. joe came n was like ‘hey someone said 2 meet here have u seen them- OH WAIT’ it was a very slow confession.. ranmaru was very nervous. made it clear his feelings for joe were beyond friendship. joe asked him what being romantic w eachother meant, n ranmaru explained. joe didnt realize his feelings for maru were romantic up until that moment, and accepted his confession :D he and ranmaru sat down and joe asked him about what he felt comfy and uncomfy w, and talked about what they shld n shldn’t talk ab. it was sweet. they told the others soon later.

- speaking of others, i mentioned this before, but best friend squad!! ryoko, joe, sara, anzu, ranmaru and kugie are all friends! :D joe and sara and ryoko were friends prior, and anzu was ryokos friend (they were both in band). after ryoko introduced anzu to joe and sara, ranmaru came along and anzu befriended him, introducing him 2 joe sara n ryoko. then kugie got expelled from her last school and came 2 the school.. sara befriended her quite easily bc she does not take shit from anyone and kugie found that attractive LOL and boom! bsf squad! they hang out often! (i’ll make headcanons ab them later lol)

- hinako and kanna met at school :D they were paired 2gether for a project, n kanna was REALLY scared of her at first. but after like a few minutes she realized hinako wasn’t that scary n actually kinda nice (hinako was exhausted that day, if she wasn’t she probably would’ve tried 2 scare kanna a lil more tmjiwt). kanna and hinako became friends after that, hinako did have a bad case ‘ohh is she pretending to like me?’ but it quickly faded after kanna did kind things out of the blue. they have sleepovers like a lot (n they cuddle platonically :D its just kanna going ‘..hinako’ ‘yes’ ‘can kanna be cradled’ ‘okay’ and then they fall asleep like that)

- joe: hey you two are kinda similar (to ranmaru and shin). you’re both kinda quiet, kinda emo, skinny, kinda good with tech, n ur both relatively the same height *ranmaru and shin look at eachother* ranmaru: yeah except i dont look like this *over exaggeratedly slouches* shin: .___.

#yttd #kimi ga shine #anzu kinashi #ryoko hirose #kugie kizuchi #sara chidouin #joe tazuna #ranmaru kageyama #keiji shinogi #qtaro burgerberg #reko yabusame #nao egokoro #hinako mishuku #kanna kizuchi

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medicallyinevitable · 3 years

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Medically Inevitable

Chapter 14:- Pitiful Pining

Characters:- Ethan Ramsey, Arielle Valentine, Sienna Trinh, Ethan Ramsey, Harper Emery, & Danny Cardinal

Pairing:- Ethan Ramsey x Arielle Valentine (F!OC)

Warnings:- Light angst & minor language

Word Count:- 2000+ words

And a special thank you to @akshara16 for pre-reading this chapter💞

Arielle’s PoV:-

You’re reading your 18th, well actually what seems like the 100th text book when someone knocks on your bedroom door. You answer with a more irritated tone then you meant.

"Hey, you okay?" The door opens to reveal Sienna with two mugs in her hands.

"Yeah...”, you try to smile but even you know it doesn't quite reach your eyes.

"You don't seem okay though," Sienna says as she comes inside and hands you a mug. You look inside the mug to see what's in it. "I made us some hot chocolate."

You smile, accepting your cup with a genuine thank you as you move, making space for Sienna to sit.

"So what is it?" Sienna asks sitting beside you.

You shake your head, just thinking about the case makes your head spin. "Just a patient’s case. I’ve been running test after test but every result was negative.", you sigh, "and the patient happens to be a major asshole to say the least.", You smile sadly.

"Is it the P. I. T. A?" She asks.

"P. I. T. A?"

"Pain in the ass," she laughs, so do I.

"Oh yeah… Danny mentioned that earlier. That name fits him perfectly!" I respond laughing.

"So what do you think he has?"

"I don't know anymore," you sigh again, "I ran almost as many tests as possible."

"I'm not any expert but maybe if the two of us try to find it, it'll be easier?"

You look at her a bit surprised, "You'll spend your free time diagnosing my patient?"

She smiles at me, "Of course. That's what friends are for right? To help you."

You look at her with a grateful smile. "Thank you."

"You can thank me with strawberry glazed doughnuts once we're finished with this.”, she replies with a silly wink.

"Deal."

You spent the next thirty minutes discussing the symptoms as you catch her up with the diseases you've managed to ruled out.

In between, you notice Sienna acting a bit weird. But whenever you try to bring it up, she deflects your question so you decide not to press further.

Another half an hour goes by with Sienna’s weird antics and you decide you’ve had enough. You close your book and turn towards Sienna. She tries to act like she doesn’t notice you looking at her but eventually she looks up.

"What is it, Sienna? I can tell you want to ask me something but you’re not.”, you say.

"Uh-what?" she asks nervously, her eyes darting around everywhere but you.

"I don't know what you’re talking about."

"Don't lie, Si!," you narrow your eyes.

But she doesn’t budge. You keep asking her until she finally accepts.

“Come on Si, no secrets between us right?”

"Okay fine!... you’re hiding something, Ari,", shesays catching you off guard.

"I-Me? I'm not hiding anything," you try to laugh it off.

Now it's her turn to narrow her eyes. "You are! See, you’re behaving really weird."

"I'm not behaving weird," you oppose.

"You are. And don't you dare deny it again.”, she says in a serious tone.

"You can talk to me, you know that right?” Her voice changes to the caring and concerned tone reserved for her closest friends.

You ponder for a minute, whether or not to tell her. You’ve shared so many secrets with Sienna before, you know she's your best friend and that you trust her completely.

Before you know it, you start blurting out everything. From how Dr. Ramsey assigned you the case, to how he wouldn’t reassign him to someone else, and then your confrontation which was probably the most idiotic thing you could have done. Then how you both shouted at each other, you completely blanking out at the fact that he was your supervisor and could pull you from the program the next second if he wished, and how that lead to triggering a panic attack, then lastly…

“I don’t know how, our faces were mere inches apart, breathing ragged, and I had absolutely no idea what I was doing-“ You throw your hands up, cutting yourself off as you jump up and pace around the room.

“I mean I could have kissed him for God’s sake! What was I even thinking?! If it weren’t for my pager I don’t know what I would’ve done…”

“Woah, calm down Arielle. You need a break.” She makes you sit down and drink a glass of water, waiting until you’ve calmed down a bit.

“Now, tell me what else happened.”

“What?! Nothing else happened!” How Sienna knows you so well eludes you, nonetheless you try to hide it.

“Something else happened, or else you wouldn’t be spiraling this much. I know you Ari, you always have a cool head under any circumstance.”

You sigh, knowing there’s no use in hiding it. “Well I did see something…”

“Go on.”, she says urging you,

“Well it all started after the whole almost kiss thing, my brain was like scrambled eggs and my shift had already ended so I took my car and drove around until I realised I had no idea where I was, and to top that disaster off I was starving…”

———————A few hours before———————

“Ugh, I think I drove all the way to the other side of town. And I’ll have to drive all the way back to the apartment and then start research for Nigel’s treatment again. And I’m hungry because instead of eating lunch, I decided to unleash my wrath of Dr. Terminator. Ohh, can this day get any worse-“ In the midst of your little blabbering session, you spot a classy French cafe across the street.

“Well at least a day this bad always has room for improvement, and right now I’m starving.”, you park your car and head inside.

The smell of roasted coffee and baked buttery goods hits your senses the moment you enter the cafe. The serenity is a nice change of pace compared to always busy and bustling Edenbrook, dimly lighted and decorated with beautiful vintage items.

“At least I won’t bump into anyone here that I know.”, you think as you stand in the queue.

You decide to order a vanilla frappe with drizzled salted caramel and go for a regular chocolate doughnut to satisfy your sweet tooth. After the barista brings your order, you move towards a nice secluded corner and sit down at the table.

You slowly finish your doughnut and coffee, savouring the taste as you gaze out the French style window. You’re about to dispose of your trash when a familiar sweater shirt catches your eye.

“No way…” As you hide your face with a medical journal which you randomly fished out of your purse, you peek over the top to see Dr. Ramsey sitting across…

“Is that Dr. Emery?”, your mind recalls the time when you saw them in a patient’s room, quite cozy with each other. And now they sit a few tables away from you, talking as her hand is over his. You pretend to read your journal as you watch both of the doctors get up and throw away the remains. You follow pursuit and slowly exit the cafe making sure they don’t notice. You stand at the side of your car door and watch as they both edge closer and closer, her hand now on his jaw. Their faces are barely an inch apart now, as he leans in to close the distance.

“That’s- I can’t-“

Not being able to look at them, you get in your car, slamming the door and speed away as fast as you possibly can, ignoring the tears that brim in your eyes.

————————end of flashback———————

”Oh Arielle…..I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.”, you assure her when pretty much everything going on in your life is anything but alright. She gives you a look.

“I- okay well there’s nothing I can do about it, and it’s not like anything would have happened, it was merely a stupid crush.”, you reply wondering whether you’re trying to convince Sienna or yourself. A long but comfortable silence passes, you both just sit and immerse in everything you’ve just blurted out.

"How are things between you and Wayne?", you say desperate for a topic change.

"It's as usual I guess?" she says now as gloomy as me. "We haven't had a proper conversation in a while."

You try to comfort your best friend as you mentally curse the idiot.

"He's an idiot, Si, " you tell her. "If he can't value you, he's not worth it Si."

"He was not always this way you know... We've had happy days. But ever since I started my residency he became... distant."

You put your hand on top of hers in a comforting manner and give her an understanding smile.

"You can always talk to me about it, Si. You know that right?"

She nods and shoots me a smile, a sad one, nonetheless a smile. That’s a slight improvement.

We talk about our messes of relationships for a bit more before Sienna decides we had enough gloom and doom and it was time to make some happy memories.

“Okay, what did you have in mind?”, you ask.

A grin forms on her face as she tucks her knees in and speaks, "Why did the Dalmatian go to the eye doctor?"

“Medical joke hmm?” She nods and nudges me to try to answer. After thinking for a moment, I shrug.

"Because he kept seeing spots.", she says following with a fit of laughter. The joke isn’t even that funny but even you end up laughing your heart out. That's the thing with best friends, everything becomes a thousand times better when they’re by your side.

"Oh-" Sienna tries to say recovering from her previous laughter session, "There's another one."

"What did one tonsil say to the other tonsil?"

"Umm...What?" you ask when you fail to find an answer.

"Get dressed up, the doctor is taking us out!" We both break into another fit of laughter, laughing till tears form in the corner of your eyes.

You wipe tears from your eyes, still smiling broadly.

Your own reflection catches your eye in the mirror. Your balayage hair is now slowly falling out from the messy bun you tied up before, your eyes now have bags in addition to your dark circles and lastly you look like a zombie with your smeared makeup.

“I look like a hot mess.”

Sienna laughs. “Well I have a night shift today so I’ll look worse than you after it.

You join her in another wave of laughter until Sienna’s phone goes off from her room.

You watch her as her eyes light up and then morph into worry as she looks at herself. You give her a look.

“Oh uh… Danny said that he would give me a lift to my shift and stop by to get coffee.”, she shouts as she rushes into her room. You chuckle watching her frantically trying to make herself presentable as she grabs her bag and heads downstairs.

“Bye Si! I’ll see you later-“ She’s already run off. With a smile, you head towards your room for a bath, dinner and then a date with more textbooks.

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Authors’ Note:- Hey everyone, Chapter 14 of Medically Inevitable is finally out! We know that the release was scheduled much much earlier but life happens unfortunately and it took us quite a long time but from now on, our regular schedule will continue again!

Anyways, let us know if you enjoyed this chapter and your predictions of what will happen next! Are Harper and Ethan really a couple? And if they are, why did Ethan almost kiss Arielle? And what’s happening with Danny and Sienna? As always, it means a lot to us if you comment and reblog and have a great day/night everyone!

Love,

@drariellevalentine & @mysticaurathings

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anpanmann · 3 years

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check-in tag! 🐳

tagged by @hoseosk, @kimtaegis and @loversmore (ems, you tagged me on my main, so i hope it’s ok to be doing it here :3) thank you so much, lovelies! 🤍🤍🤍

1. Why did you choose your url?

well, jimin <3 originally i wanted a lyrics one, but i’m terrible at coming up with those, so i thought of one of the members’ name now for my main, i came up with it when i decided to make my blog multifandom, but i still wanted a spn related one. misspelled name urls are kinda my thing :P

2. Any sideblogs? If you have them name them and why you have them

well this one is a sideblog hehe i created this one last october i think, i wanted a place to blog about bts with no worries about spamming my main one. i mean, that would be nothing wrong with that, but i just wanted a separate place

3. How long have you’ve been on tumblr?

since late 2012 help! but i've had this account for about 3 years i think. a few years ago i decided to remake my blogs (i had a spn one and a multifandom one) because running two was too much, yet here i am with two blogs again :s

4. Do you have a queue tag?

nope, too lazy to add one tbh

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

oh, i think i’ve already answered above haha

6. Why did you choose your icon?

have you seen jin?? in the butter mv?? *melts* now the one on my main, i love the x-files and scully’s face there is a whole mood

7. Why did you choose your header?

i don’t have one.. i always think about having one, but never know what to do. but a while ago i had a tinytan one here

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

i thought it was this be set, but i just checked and it’s actually this maknae line one. now on my main think it’s this team free will one

9. How many mutuals do you have?

..i don’t know ?? i don’t really keep track of the number :s i just know they are all lovely and i adore them

10. How many followers do you have?

mona, can i steal your answer? >> everyone is dodging this question so i feel like i should too?

11. How many people do you follow?

217, but i think most of them are inactive :((

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

only in my head hahah nope, i’m not that funny

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

ohh way more than i should, i feel like i’m always checking on here, specially now that i’m still working from home

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

nope, i’m not here for it, also when i see conflict i run in the opposite direction

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

about current events and such? well, if you think it’s important and feel like sharing it here, go for it

16. Do you like tag games?

yes! love when people tag me, it might take me a bit to do it, but i will

17. Do you like ask games?

yes!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

sometimes i can’t believe people follow me, so everyone?

19. Do I have a crush on a mutual?

my heart to you all (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

20. Tags?

@ourownwings, @jinniepiphany, @starlightcastiel, @slipped-away, @dnaez, @intronnevermind, @jmin only if you want to do it, ofc! also i’m not really sure who has done this yet, so if you have, feel free to ignore!

#tag games

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leverage-ot3 · 4 years

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notable moments from The Reunion Job

leverage 3.02

Madavhi: All my work, erased, and I was only days away from cracking Manticore.

Nate: What's "Manticore"?

Madavhi: It's an electronic surveillance system. The Iranian government uses it to track protesters over cell phones, social networks, even e-mail.

Hardison: Yeah, hacker underground's flipping out about it. They use GPS to pinpoint a dissident, and then they swoop in and make the arrest.

Madavhi: The Internet made this protest possible, but now it's just a –

Nate: A liability? The government uses the people's weapon against them

- - - - -

Nate: "Cyrus"? It's "Mr. Madavhi." You can't get that attached.

Hardison: Fine. "Mr. Madavhi." He could go make a fortune working for Google or Microsoft. No, instead he risks his life fighting the bad guys. This is so our game.

Eliot (at the table behind them): He wasn't hit by the Vezarat. (comes around to sit with Hardison and Nate)

Nate: What, are you lurking?

Eliot: Yeah. I'm a lurker. It's my thing

- - - - -

eliot’s smile and raised eyebrows (x2) at hardison tho

+ he’s also wearing a red flannel with his leather jacket

- - - - -

Hardison: What's the Vezarat?

Eliot: That's the Iranian secret police. And trust me, if they wanted Cyrus, he wouldn't be sitting here talking to us.

Nate: But the Vezarat is still our logical target. So we should check our sources and see if there's a safe house in the area.

Hardison: So we're on this?

Nate: Yeah, well, we were always on this. I just wanted you to explain to me why. (gets up and heads for the Poker Room)

Hardison: You know how I feel about Mind games, Nate. Negatively. What are you looking at, lurker?

ELIOTS SMILE

- - - - -

Sophie: Eliot. Eliot, get rid of it. Ugh!

Eliot: (chuckling) I think he likes you.

Sophie (stands): You're gonna pay for this

eliot: mocks her

sophie: imma get back at you SO HARD and you’re never gonna see it coming

- - - - -

“That’s gonna cost ya” “I gotta dock ya”- hardison and eliot like a million times in this episode

- - - - -

Parker: At the East corner. (pushes vent out and enters the room) For a den of evil spies, this place smells delicious. Hardison, confiscate some pastries. (sits down at computer) Okay, no sign of Cyrus' hardware.

we love seeing parker in vents in her element + CONFISCATE PASTRIES FOR HER

- - - - -

Nate: Any of you ever trimmed a bonsai?

Eliot: Well, you know, I did. I was in Osaka, and I met this Japanese policewoman at a geisha bar....

- - - - -

Parker (to Sophie): Why is Eliot pouring your tea? Hmm? Did you brainwash him again?

Sophie: Mm, neurolinguistic programming. It's amazing what you can do with the power of suggestion. "Sugar." "Squeezed." a few strategic pats on the arm.

(Sophie pats Eliot on the arm and he pours her more tea, then realizes what Sophie has done)

Eliot: Damn it!

Sophie: You owe me for that roach business!

Eliot: Sophie, not again. (walks away)

okay but SHES DONE THIS TO HIM BEFORE LMFAO + a bonus parker and hardison laughing

also parker was eating a plate of pastries so that means thE BOYS GOT SOME FOR HER I LOVE IT

- - - - -

parker and hardison go into the office and be like 👀👀👀 wow he’s lonely

- - - - -

Eliot: Nobody else thinks it's weird that you can just buy anybody's yearbook online?

Hardison: You know, it's real cute, man, how you still believe in privacy

- - - - -

Nate: Here we go. Uh, Mrs. Zavransky, math teacher. Now, I bet if we turn to the cheerleaders... (turns page) Yes. Oh, Mandy. Mandy Babson.

Parker: What does the "DD" Mean?

Eliot: Yeah, right...

Nate: Seriously?

Hardison: Yeah, right. Two scoops of ice cream, just perfect.

she’s baby leave her alone

also bless hardison for not wanting to tarnish her

- - - - -

Parker: Aw, I feel bad for the nerd.

Eliot: Don't feel bad for this guy. Getting bullied in high school Is still no excuse for propping up dictators. He got bulled his whole high-school career. He's not criminal.

Sophie: Um...

Parker: Yeah, he is.

Sophie: Don't think about that.

Eliot: Not a bad criminal.

Hardison: Hey, what makes you think I got bullied in high school?

Eliot: Well, "A," You got a green hornet doll.

Hardison: Well, first of all, it's a limited-edition action figure. Second, it is green lantern. Educate yourself.

Eliot: Wow.

Hardison: Now pay attention. Get it right.

eliot “not a bad criminal” spencer knows that hardison is a good person with solid morals

also, eliot to some extent knows about hardison’s action figues which means that he has either seen them or hardison has told him specifically that he had them. this means that they have had, even if eliot seemed annoyed, some sort of conversations/hardison-talking-at-him-conversations and eliot LISTENED to a certain extend that he was able to recall this

- - - - -

Nate: Guys, wait, wait. Listen, listen. We got a locker combination, we have a teacher's name, and we have a crush. So, Duberman, he has made his old high school his Roman room.

Parker: Of course.

Nate: "Of course"? What's a Roman room? You have no idea, right? You know—

Parker: Nn.

Nate: You don't have any idea? It's a, it's a memory technique. Each of his passwords corresponds to an object in a space that he's intimately familiar with. In his case, the hallway of his old high school where he kept his locker. Now, if I were to make this bar my Roman room, everything I need to remember is right here. For instance, This, uh... My bank password would be "Balmoor." And my e- mail password would be Fitzy, here.

- - - - -

Parker: Hey. Nate just gave us his passwords.

Hardison: No, but I got all his passwords. You want to see his Netflix queue? He's got, like, every season of "Rockford files" every season of "Sex and the city," That show "Psych”.

chaotic children

- - - - -

Parker: You want to break into the high school? I could do that blindfolded. Yeah let's do it blindfolded.

HER HER HAVE FUN

- - - - -

Hardison: What do you know? Class of '85 has a reunion coming up in 8 months.

Nate: Hmm.

they all smile conspiratorially and eliot’s smile in specific gave me serotonin

- - - - -

(Parker sets up a video camera and walks past a board of photos)

Parker: So many awkward people in so many ugly outfits.

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Yeah, you're lucky you never went to high school. Nothing but heartbreak and homework.

[High School Gym]

Parker: Didn't you go to your prom?

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Uh...I was kind of busy.

[Flashback]

(a teenaged Hardison is sitting at a computer making a transfer from the Bank of Iceland)

Hardison: Looks like the Bank of Iceland's paying off Nana's medical bills. That's dope!

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Good times

- - - - -

Hardison: Besides, I'm sure you already had your high- school fun. Big man on campus. What, quarterback?

[Flashback]

Kid: Come on, Eliot. This is so lame. Quarterbacks do not take Home Ec.

Eliot: I got my reasons.

Kid: Phew! Let's get out of here.

Girl: Eliot, like this. (leans over Eliot, showing her cleavage) Knives are like people. It's all about the context.

[Exterior Dubertech]

Eliot: I had many interests

- - - - -

hardison getting too into the high school drama lmao

- - - - -

Hardison: Not exactly. (looking at information on monitors) She's a hired gun.

[Hallway]

Sophie: An assassin? Nikki’s an assassin?

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Yeah, I guess we weren't the only ones with the bright idea to pose as alumni. This chick's connected to wet work jobs All up and down the East coast. Russian mob, Italian mob. There's a New Zealand mob?

her name is miranda miles *squints at the file on hardison’s computer* bruh no way she’s only 25 ??? they even give her height and weight but I guess that’s how all wanted files go

also in one of the commentaries didn’t they say that she was married to that other assassin ???

- - - - -

(a piece of door falls in and the Vezarat leader looks in)

Vezarat Leader: The health inspector?

Eliot: I'm gonna have to dock you again

LMFAO

also he’s wearing a grey flannel under his jacket

- - - - -

(Eliot knees the leader in the face, then pulls him up and punches him in the head. He turns to duck a blow from the other man and hits him in the head with one of Duberman’s chess trophies)

Eliot: Checkmate.

(Eliot throws the trophy down on the man. Behind him the leader stands up and cracks his neck)

Eliot: Or not.

he did the lil flip thing with the trophy

- - - - -

(Sophie hits Nikki in the head with the extinguisher and takes off her shoes)

Sophie: I always hated cheerleaders.

(Nikki swings several times and Sophie blocks each blow with the extinguisher, hurting Nikki’s wrist)

Sophie: It's mean girls like you that always ruined high school for the rest of us!

Nikki: What the hell are you talking about?

(Nikki kicks but Sophie moves to one side. Nikki tries to punch but Sophie blocks with the extinguisher. Sophie dodges a kick and hits Nikki in the head, then pushes her down and runs away. Nikki grabs her gun and fires after Sophie, missing her)

Nikki: Damn it

- - - - -

Nikki: Now, why would I do that?

(Parker walks forward and tasers Nikki in the neck)

Nikki: Ohh!

Nate: That's why.

(Nikki falls to the ground, convulsing. Parker grabs her legs and starts to pull her away)

Parker: Catering, what a business

we love to see parker tasering people

- - - - -

on today’s edition of things that aren’t weapons that eliot uses as weapons, our guy literally used one of the goons’ bodies to hit another goon and send them both down

what a king

- - - - -

Mandy: Your votes are in for the king and queen of the reunion! And the lucky winner is, Grace Peltz and Drake McIntyre!

Schmitty: Mac attack! Yeah!

(the crowd escorts Nate and Sophie forward)

Nate: Uh, very funny, Hardison.

Hardison: Oh, you think I did this? Naw, man, I don't rig elections. I mean, I could, but...

Sophie: Parker, Was this you?

Parker: (hanging upside down) I didn't even know they had kings and queens in high school

- - - - -

Hardison (looks up): May I have this dance, miss?

(Parker lowers herself on her line and they begin dancing)

Parker: So this is what high school was like, huh?

Hardison: Ah...Pretty much.

Eliot: Hello?

[Exterior Dubertech]

(Eliot walks out of the building as Sloane gets to his feet)

Eliot: Everybody having a good time at the dance? Anybody wonder if Eliot made it out?

(Eliot punches Sloan, who falls back into the bushes)

Eliot: Does anybody wonder if Eliot's alive? Hello?!

[High School Gym]

(the two couples continue to dance as the music plays)

🥰 parker’s feet not touching the floor 🥰

also aww poor eliot someone care about him pls

#leverage #leverage 3.02 #leverage 3x02 #the reunion job #leverage season 3 #season 3 #notable moments #mine

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moodyoranged · 3 years

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aubrey and esme <3

big spoon/little spoon: usually esme i think but also i think it’s not like an intentional decision she just kind of gravitates to hanging off of aubrey loves to be close <3

favorite non-sexual activity: they have like a nice little saturday routine i think. they wake up and they make fancy breakfast and coffee with fun syrups. then they drive out to the farmer’s market or something and listen to npr in the car together. then they run whatever other little errands they have to do before getting lunch at their favorite little cafe. then they go home and lay in their bed and read or nap or whatever feels Right.

who uses all the hot water: esme. she doesn’t even realize how hot her showers are she just likes them scalding. if she felt the water aubrey used she’d be appalled because it’s like just Warm but to esme that’s simply Freezing.

most trivial thing they fight over: they’re the couple that gets in their feelings if the other watches a show or listens to a podcast that they’ve been enjoying together without the other. like oh i just thought we were watching this is us together that’s all i didn’t realize YOU were watching this is us and i’m just IN THE ROOM......

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: aubrey, but just because esme has a broader taste. aubrey is more particular about what she watches and esme respects that by letting her make the call because her bar’s a little lower and she loves her wife so she won’t make her sit through married at first sight just because it’s her guilty pleasure.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: esme she probably is the kind of social where she has a rapport with their super already and can just slide it in next time they bump into each other in the hall.

who steals the blankets: aubrey because i just get the impression that she runs cold and would unintentionally burrow in their blankets hard. but it’s okay because that’s the exact situation esme ends up spooning here you steal the blankets you have to share body heat it’s just the rules.

who leaves their stuff around: esme. aubrey’s organized and knows that everything has it’s place so she just puts it there to have it done and have things looking nice. and esme really believes in that in theory but it’s so much easier to leave her work tote on the table and her running shoes in the foyer and her sunglasses literally wherever she decides to take them off instead of going to the table to put them back in their case. so she slips a little but she really tries because she knows aubrey likes it tidy.

who remembers to buy the milk: aubrey. esme would happily pick it up but she’s simply not the one remembering it.

who remembers anniversaries: they both do <3 they both feel like adult journal writers or at least girlies who keep like detailed calendars/planners so they’re probably on top of knowing when big benchmarks happened and keeping them in mind for when the anniversaries roll around.

who cooks normally?: aubrey. esme loves to help when she can, and offers to take over on weekends, but esme’s work schedule usually has her missing prime dinner time, rolling in just a little too late. but aubrey’s also the better cook who loves it more so esme simply isn’t too distraught about it.

how often do they fight?: not often. i think they both hate fighting and we have some criers on our hands so it’s always a whole thing when they do fight that ends with them apologizing profusely and a big dramatic making up. so i think they try and squash as many fights as they can before they really turn into fights just to avoid that.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: esme tried to get aubrey into snapchat with her but it just never stuck they’re better off doing something more straightforward like texting or just straight up calling

nicknames for each other?: i think esme adores calling aubrey sweet little pet names. she doesn’t really expect reciprocation because she does get extra with lots of little darling angel my love type things but i think she does live for the times here and there where aubrey will call her some little nickname.

what would they get each other for gifts?: ohh sappy things. i think they love going the thoughtful and handmade route (even if it isn’t always their hands making it). jewelry, candles, little candies. i feel like they’re kind of esty fiends for this kind of thing, just keeping an eye for fun little personalized, one-of-a-kind gifts because they just feel sweeter that way. books are also always on the table, and esme also loves to find fun little kitchen gadgets for aubrey.

who kissed who first?: esme :relieved:

who made the first move?: once again probably esme. i think she’s just a lot more forward than esme not in an aggressive way but she just has the confidence to be like hey you’re cute and i’d like to get coffee <3

who remembers things?: aubrey. i just think she’s more detail oriented than esme, and keeps track of more of the little things that happen in their lives.

who cusses more?: esme. she’s cut back in the few years before she met aubrey, but she does let it slip every now and again, and i just can’t see aubrey being a huge cusser at all.

#loveback #meme reply.#aubrey & esme.

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piccolina-mina · 5 years

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Pod Squad & Friends on Movie Night

Max [shoving Michael's feet off of the coffee table]: I still don't know why we always have to do it here.

Michael [taking a swig of beer and placing the bottle 5 inches away from the coaster Max set out for him]: You have the nicest place.

Max [placing Michael's bottle on the coaster]: Kyle has a nice place.

Kyle: Like hell am I letting all of you anywhere near my apartment.

Isobel: I used to have a nice place.

Rosa: Really? I used to be dead.

Liz: Alright, so no movies about resurrection then.

Rosa [smiles at Max "sweetly"]: Damn. I was going to suggest The Passion of the Christ.

Alex: *snorts*

Liz: Please don't encourage her. OK, and definitely no --

Everyone: No aliens!

Isobel: Shame though. I was going to suggest Independence Day.

Everyone: *glares*

Isobel: I meant the recent one. Rosa hasn't seen it yet. Touchy.

Max: I was thinking -

Alex: Aw hell. Here we go.

Kyle: Max, buddy. Maybe we should lay off of the, uh --

Rosa: Look, Alien Jesus. No one is sitting through Sense and Sensibility again.

Alex: Or any rendition of Pride and Prejudice, man.

Liz [hesitantly]: Or My Fair Lady.

Max [affronted]: I was ... *mumbles* going to say Pretty Woman.

Isobel: I can watch Pretty Woman! Richard Gere and Julia Roberts? So much eye candy.

Michael: I mean, fair, but no. No more chick flicks.

Max: Not even Hallmark movies?

Kyle: You will not make me sit through that drivel. I refuse.

Maria, Liz, Max: Hey! Wait a minute! Now, hold on a second ...

Isobel: Fine. Let's just watch one of those stupid superhero movies. Spiderman or something.

Kyle: Yeah, Spiderman! That's ... that's good.

Alex *dubious*: Is it Kyle? Which Spiderman?

Kyle: Um, Tom ...

Alex *perks up*: Yeah?

Kyle: MaGuire?

Alex: Seriously? You're f**cking hopeless. We're talking about this later.

Max: Spiderman Into the Universe was a fantastic film.

Everyone: *looks at Max surprised*

Max: What?

Alex: Finally, someone with taste.

Maria: Tobey MaGuire was a cute spiderman. I like those ones.

Alex: What? Everyone knows Tom Holland is the superior Spiderman!

Rosa: Spiderboy maybe.

Alex: *growls*

Rosa: The kid is, like, ten.

Alex: So are you!

Michael *eating all the popcorn that has since gone cold*: Maybe we don't need a movie tonight. This is pretty damn entertaining.

Maria *steals the bowl of popcorn*: Wakanda forever!

Kyle: Wait, I feel like I'm supposed to know that one.

Isobel: Is it a foreign film? I love foreign films. We need to watch more of those.

Maria *blinks*: Goddess, I need more black friends.

Rosa *mumbles*: I don't disagree.

Alex *snags a handful of popcorn from the bowl in Maria's lap*: I told you. Lost causes. We'll watch Black Panther again later.

Isobel *ignoring all of them*: Run Lola Run is a masterpiece.

Liz: It is a masterful film.

Max *raises hand sheepishly*: I vote for that.

Michael *rolls eyes*: Of course you do.

Max *slowly puts hand down and sighs*: I'm going to find more snacks then.

Michael *calls out*: By the way, you need to restock those pizza things. Oh, and the TV dinners. Oh yeah, and I think I ate the last bag of potato chips, but can you not get kettle chips next time?

Max: *gives Michael a dirty and rants about the grocery costs*

Alex: If we're watching Run Lola Run, then we're watching Star Wars next time. It's only fair.

Rosa *sighs*: I'm surrounded by dorks. I can't keep doing this. How about a comedy?

Michael: Now you're speaking my language. How about -

Maria: Guerin, I'm not sitting though another film with Adam Sandler. It's not gonna happen.

Michael: Chill, DeLuca, I was going to say --

Liz: No Will Ferrell either, Mikey. Fart jokes and *gestures* middle school boy humor is not funny. Sorry.

Kyle: Wait, the brillo pad may be on to something.

Michael: *flips Kyle the bird, levitates Kyle's last chip into his mouth, and smirks at an annoyed Kyle*

Isobel: I actually agree with Liz here. Juvenile humor isn't funny.

Michael *grumbles*: Killjoys.

Rosa [under her breath]: Interesting choice of words.

Alex *chuckles*: You're on fire today.

Rosa: Funny you should say that--

Kyle: Anyway, I'm thinking action here, guys. It's the easiest and most agreeable option.

Alex: Shocker. You're always thinking action.

Isobel: Kyle, I don't care how distracting your face is, you will not convince me to sit through the entire Fast and Furious series. Why the f**k are there so many movies anyway? I swear if I have to watch one more I'm going to kil-

Rosa: *raises her brow*

Isobel: Kick somebody's ass!

Kyle: How about Creed?

Maria: You had me at Michael B Jordan.

Rosa: Tessa Thompson.

Michael: Sly Stallone.... I mean, because he's a living legend.

Isobel: If I wanted to watch sweaty guys pummeling each other, I would go out drinking with Michael at the Wild Pony.

Michael: That was almost funny.

Maria: Almost? You're giving Prissy Pamela over there too much credit.

Alex: OK. Well whatever we do, can we at least avoid all the fake hacker shit? I can't take it seriously.

Max: To be fair, you said that about Mr. Robot, and that's pretty authentic.

Alex: No. I *whispers* I said Rami Malek was distracting. Why are we talking about this?

Liz: When did you two -- you guys watched Mr. Robot together?

Max *shrug*: We hang out sometimes. Maria and I cry over Hallmark and Lifetime movies, too.

Maria: No, you cry, Maxwell.

Michael: Cut the shit, DeLuca. You totally cry.

Maria: Rami Malek is good. Bohemian Rhapsody then?

Rosa: Boh-- they did a movie about Queen?!

Alex *excited*: Yes! Well, mainly Freddie Mercury. We should--

Isobel: *waves dismissively* I can't do Bohemian Rhapsody, but if we're doing music, what about A Star is Born?!

Kyle, Max, and Michael in unison: No!

Liz: Isobel, we have watched that three times already.

Max: Maria and I sang a duet to half the -- no. Not again.

Rosa *muttering to herself*: I guess I'll watch Bohemian Rhapsody by myself.

Alex *conspiratorially*: There's a screening next week a few towns over. We'll go then. I already bought our tickets.

Rosa: Have I told you lately you're my favorite?

Alex: *tousles her hair*

Rosa: Asshole. I take it back.

Alex: No you don't.

Liz: There's a really great documentary on the discovery of --

Michael: *feigns snoring*

Max: Liz, honey. Um ...

Isobel: No one wants to watch the history of the mass spectrometry, OK? Science gets you off, not the rest of us. [holds hand up to stop Michael from speaking] Don't you dare joke about porn.

Alex: It's a nice night for horror.

Rosa: Ohh, I second this.

Michael: *shrugs*

Liz: I ... I can't do horror. OK?

Alex: Oh right... the mishap of 2006.

Maria: Riiiiight. No, definitely no horror.

Liz: We agreed not to mention that again!

Kyle: How come I don't know about this?

Max: Why don't I know about this?

Isobel: We need to hear about this.

Liz: No! Um, does anyone need more drinks? I'll get more drinks.

Max: We could always cancel movie night and reconvene at Kyle's place next time.

Rosa: Nice try, second-rate Thor, but no.

Max *mutters*: Second-rate. That's an upgrade.

Kyle and Maria: *have a silent conversation with just their eyes*

Michael: Care to share with the class? *his eyes rest on Maria*

Kyle: *snags for remote and queues up the Die Hard series*

Michael: Hey!

Maria: *high-fives Kyle and smirks* Yippee ki-yay, mother fu-

Kyle: Now, which one are we watching?

Everyone: *groans*

#roswell new mexico #crackedt #anyway...#we need more funnies and also more group scenes #and them hanging out because none of these loveable losers have friends or their own so they may as well hang out together

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inevitable-anna · 5 years

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Escape The Night S4X03 Spoilers

Hello,

I’m so sorry this post is late! I meant to have it posted sooner but I didn’t put it in the ‘save to queue’ thing correctly.

but now it’s time for another one of my reaction posts! As always, there are spoilers below!

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Yay! I missed the little flashbacks at the beginning of episodes!

Wait, Why did he kidnap that princess?

The princess has one of the gems, that's used in the final challenge, on her necklace! Is that why?

Ohhh... that's gotta hurt! Why did he kill her! Why not just steal the gem!

Why does Garuda require payment? What were the complications? And what did the Collector mean by "Always are."

That was violent! Poor Alex!

The coin dynamic is really cool.

"I think all of us Youtubers are pretty familiar with the idea of trading your soul for gold, if you know what I mean."

Please let Ro be safe! Please!

Tana warning everyone to be careful is nice!

I love how Gabbie runs off immediately, and the way Gabbie runs while holding up her dress is great!

3:56 it looks so pretty!

4:00 Alex and Destorm start having flashbacks. "Scoop and check. Scoop and check".

I have said this so many times, but I love Ro so much! I'd still love to see a friendship between her and Destorm, and possibly Gabbie as well.

How did Colleen manage to get 28?!

How did Bretman manage to get 32?!

Phew, Ro has 18 coins so unless she gets caught by Garuda, she's safe!

Ro is so sweet! "Maybe he's also embarrassed. Maybe he couldn't grab as many as other people."

I love Bretman! I think he's definitely in my top 5 favourites for this season!

Umm, Ro beat Colleen at arm wrestling in S3 so shouldn't Colleen do the holy water challenge?

Ro has got this! She did it in heels and a corset! Go Ro!

Ohh, Destorm's lying!

"I can tell because I don't trust tall people." You can definitely trust Ro then, Tim!

Kali's blue? Cool!

I love her accent! Although her first words being "Someone is going to die tonight." is not good!

Oh... lovely? A severed arm is definitely the best item to write riddles on!

The pose for the second challenge looks so tricky!

O.O... The Sorceress is flirting with Kali........................I ship it!

Gabbie is stepping up with the blood riddle! Go Gabbie!

"I mean, if the Sorceress rolls like this, I'm definitely willing to wife her up to get out of here." So... Tana is basically saying that she'd be willing to help the Sorceress get a girlfriend, that's hilarious and brilliant!

What is it with Destorm! First, there was the two vampire women making out at the masquerade ball and now he wants to get with the Sorceress and Kali! They would probably kill him for fun!

Oh no! Kali is not on board with The Sorceress’ plan! The ship is sinking!

Gabbie just did the riddle on her own! We love a smart queen!

The way Gabbie says "Oh, sh*t, good for us, huh?" is hilarious.

Oh no, Bretman got caught! He just lost half his coins!

"Open me later" Oh no, I have a bad feeling about that scroll!

Kali cheated! Dang it!

"I'mma take one of those hands off her damn belt and smack her in the face!" I bet that everyone wants to do that too, Gabbie.

Oh no, another scroll! They can't be good!

I knew it! Destorm was lying!

Gabbie: "Oh, my god, is this where somebody's gonna die?" Tana: "No!" They sound so scared! :(

That's harsh, Colleen! They worked hard!

Wait, is 'the circle of the fallen' the same place as the cage in episode 1?

Oh! They have to exchange coins based on the scrolls! Please let Ro stay safe! Please!

18:44 Ro's little gasp sounds so shocked!

"I'm just middle class now." I couldn't help but giggle at that!

Joey: "I'm going to give these coins to someone who hasn't trusted me since the moment that I got here." Gabbie: "Everbody open their bags." I choked!

Aww, he gave them to Colleen! That's sweet! I mean he did kill her but at least he's trying to make it up to her?

Colleen looks so sad before he says her name and then she looks so shocked! Bless her!

Ro's proud lil smile at 20:39 is adorable!

"That was the fakest sh*t I've ever seen." I was not expecting that!

AHHH! It's Ro's turn! Please let her stay safe!

Okay, I'm liking the Alex and Destorm friendship/alliance... but I am missing Destorm and Gabbie's friendship/alliance a bit!

Wow! That was harsh! "Ain't no decision. Give me half of your coins, boy." I feel like that's the Alex and Destorm friendship/alliance gone! Ro's face at 21:33! She's so shocked!

Wait!? He was joking! Destorm just willingly put himself in the challenge!

Awww, Colleen choose to give the coins to Joey!

"He can come back. We can just kill him next time." Uhh... I really hope your joking Colleen!

"Torn to pieces" Yeesh! That's brutal!

WHY DOES GARUDA TAKE TIM?

"Garuda snatches me up, out of the game, and I'm like, 'Why has my blue goddess boo forsaken me?'" Tim/Kali VS The Sorceress/Kali, which ship would win?

Oh no! Tim lost! "And you stole my wallet!" Tim, priorities! You're about to be "torn to pieces" maybe you s- WAIT? Tim was dead! Why does he have a wallet?!

Again, 'FINAL DEATH'!! THEY'RE ALREADY DEAD!!

...Tim's begging broke my heart.

R.I.P Timothy Delaghetto.

First death- shot himself in the head during a game of ‘Russian Battleships’.

Second death- “Torn To Pieces” (was bludgeoned to death) by Garuda.

Okay, Destorm was badass when he killed Garuda!

"I can't believe this is happening again. This was supposed to be a rescue mission, and now, I'm losing my friends, left and right." I’m sorry but Joey... really?

Ooh, is there gonna be drama with Colleen and Destorm now?

COOL! A CHINESE(?) DRAGON!

That’s it for this post! I hope you enjoyed it :)

Sadly, I’m not going to be able to post a reaction post for S4X04 until after the weekend. Sorry :( but I shall have it up as soon as I’m able to.

#escape the night spoilers #escape the night all stars #escape the night 4 #escape the night

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What Dreams May Come, Pt.41

Henry's Dreamscape. Docks. (Roberta stands in a queue ready to board a ship.) Harbour Master: "Now boarding ‘B’ passengers only. ‘B’ passengers to the Island of Spinster. (An older woman steps forward:) Here's a cat and some chocolate. (Cat meows:) Enjoy the trip.” Roberta: (Steps forward with her ticket:) “Thanks. (Taking her own cat basket:) Thank you.” (Roberta casts a glance behind her but sees no one coming. Sadly, she heads toward the ship.) Elsewhere. Beside A Lake. (Ella stands with Henry’s hands covering her eyes.) Henry: (Removing his hands:) “Surprise.” Ella: (Spinning around:) “Where is this?” Henry: “It's a very pretty lake.” Ella: “I thought you were taking me somewhere famous. Was there a battle around here?” (They begin walking along the shoreline.) Henry: “Nope. And no one famous ever died here or cast a curse. This may be the one place in the entire magical kingdom where nothing epic ever happened.” Ella: “Well, it's gorgeous, and it doesn't need anything else.” Henry: (Turning her towards him, they stand facing each other:) “Ella. I don't know how my story goes. I wasn't born in a land with magic, and I may not get a fairy-tale life with a perfect ending, but you are the best and bravest woman that I have ever met. And if you could make a leap of faith with me, I'd like to build a house right here for the two of us. And we could see what kind of life we can make together. (Pulls a ring from his cuff:) It's just a pretty ring. Like me and this lake, it doesn't come with anything else. Ella, I can't offer you a legend, but I can offer you my heart.”

Ella: (Whispered:) “Can I say yes now?” Henry: “I really wish you would.” (Laughs.) Ella: (Laughing:) “Yes.” (Henry places the ring on her finger, and they kiss.) Docks. (Richard rides his horse hard across the land, finally coming to a stop at the docks.) Dock Worker: (As Richard jumps from his steed:) "You can't park here. It's a red zone.” Richard: (Running:) “Keep it! (Roberta is about to descend the steps when Richard calls out to her:) Roberta, wait! (Turning, Roberta sees Richard standing there:) Put down that cat.” Roberta: (Shocked:) “Wha... (Putting down the cat basket:) Richard, you're... You're alive? You didn't go to war?” Richard: “No, I did. But I didn't die. Quite the opposite, actually. I killed the bad guy and everything. Do you know what I’ve discovered? I may have accomplished everything I've ever dreamed of, but without you, it means absolutely nothing. (Crowd ‘awws’:) Please don't get on that lonely ship to day-drink chablis. Come live your li...” Roberta: “No, stop talking and kiss me. (The crowd ‘Awws’ collectively once more:) Wow.” Richard: “There's more where that came from.” (They kiss again.) Crowd: (Turning on them:) “Ew! Ew!” Richard: (To Roberta:) “I love you so much.” Spinster 1: “Enough already!” Spinster 2: “Show-off.” Roberta: “Yeah, this could get ugly. We should go.”

Beside The Lake. Night. (Along the very same lake where he proposed to Ella, Henry now stands with his mothers, having just told them his intentions.) Henry: "I mean... for all his faults and psychoses, Morpheus was right about one thing. This is my story." Regina: "But how can that be? This place... it isn't real." Henry: "Mom, you know that's not true. This world is very real. It lives, it breathes... and it's where I belong." Regina: "No. No, you belong at home with us. With your family." Henry: (Nods:) "I misspoke. Of course you're right. What I meant to say was, (Spreading his arms wide:) this is who I'm meant to be. Right here and now, this is my path, with Ella." Emma: "So what are you saying? That you're just going to stay here, (Gestures with her hands:) as you are now and never come home?" Henry: "After finally having my family back together? (Shakes his head:) I would never leave you, I love you both so much. But I love Ella too, and I can't leave this world behind." Regina: "So what are you going to do?" Henry: "I think I've figured out a way to remain here but keep my family together." Emma: "Well that's great, what do we need to do?" Henry: "No, I need to do this on my own." Regina: "But you don't have to." Henry: "Yes, I do. Please, you guys, you have to trust me." (Emma and Regina exchange looks.) Regina: (Taking a deep breath:) "We do trust you. Henry, we came to this land to help you, because we thought you needed it. But you're not the kid who left Storybrooke anymore.” Emma: “You can fight your own battles now. And when you can't, you have Ella.” Henry: (Sighs:) “You are so wrong. I do need you. (To Regina:) You're the first person who loved me, the only person for many, many years. (To Emma:) You’re the person responsible for finally bringing our family together. So, yeah, yeah. I can take care of bullies or brigands or whatever. But I will always need you.” Emma: “And we need you.” Regina: (Tears in her eyes, cups his face in her hands:) “Are you sure you won't come with us?”

Henry: (Pulling her in for a hug:) “I'll be back.” Regina: “I know. I just... I hate being apart.” Henry: (Turns to Emma:) “So, you're okay with me staying? You're not gonna drag me back home?” Emma: (Smiles:) “Hey, I’m with your mom. We're never gonna be okay with being apart. But like all those years ago, when you found me and you brought me to Storybrooke and brought me to my family? I’ve got to give you that same chance. (They hug:) You're not allowed to come home until you find your answer.” Henry: “Thanks, Moms. And hey, it’s not like you two won’t have your hands full soon, it’s gonna be great!” Emma: (Chuckles:) “I hope so, kid. I mean, despite Regina’s memories, I’ve never really done the diapers-and-the-feedings thing. It's what I missed with you.” Henry: “I know you’ll be fine. You have each other. No child could ask for better parents than you two.” Regina: (Sighs resignedly:) “So... if this is one of your operations, have you thought of a name for it?” Henry: (Thinks:) “Hm. How about ‘Operation: Next Chapter’?”

The Infinite Forest. (Carrying a lantern while traveling through the forest, Henry arrives outside the house of the man he seeks. However, before he can knock on the door, Henry feels a sword at his back.) Apprentice: "Turn around, brigand. (Henry turns to face him:) Do not be fooled. I am blind, but my sword is still sharp.” Henry: “I can see that. And you can put it down. I'm not here to fight. I'm here for the Author's pen.” Apprentice: “You should be warned, lad. That pen is a dangerous thing.” Henry: “I know all about it. And I don't care.” Apprentice: “I care. (Lowers his sword and walks over to stand beside the fire:) I have fought many a battle protecting it, some of which have cost me a great deal. But I will not relinquish it to anyone other than a True Author. And there hasn't been one of those in this realm for a very long time.” Henry: “I'm not from this realm. Look, it's a long and complicated story, but basically, in another land, I am the True Author. Now, I need my pen, so whatever test you have to put me through to figure that out, do it.” Apprentice: “As you wish. (The Apprentice reaches over and places his hand on Henry’s chest. Instantly, images of Henry’s storybook flash through the Apprentice’s mind:) That is indeed a complicated story. The timelines alone, they make one's head spin. (Takes a seat by the fire:) Only a True Author would weave such a tale.” Henry: (Sits across from him:) “So, what? So, that's the test?” Apprentice: “It is. You see, every story an Author has ever written lives in his heart. You have done good work. Could use a little more romance, perhaps, but maybe in your next book.” Henry: “So then I passed?” Apprentice: “It is an honor to meet you.” Henry: “Likewise. So, where's the pen?” Apprentice: “In its rightful place. Look to your hand.” (Henry looks down and sees that he is now holding the Author’s pen in his hand.) Henry: “Thank you.” Apprentice: (When Henry stands to leave:) “I noticed you haven't written in quite some time. So I must remind you, The Author's true job is to record the stories, not to create them. So no matter how many stories you have already written, you must choose each time how you will use the pen. Choose wisely... Henry.” (Without a word, Henry turns and leaves.)

The Underworld. Bar. (Cruella De Vil rises from her slumped position over the bar, awakening with a horrific hangover.) Cruella: (Grimaces:) "Oh, bloody hell. (Whines:) Not again. (Spotting the barman, she begins throwing peanuts at him to gain his attention:) Darling. Darling! Darling!" Henry: (Turns, smiling:) "Yes, how may I help you?" Cruella: "What time is it?" Henry: (Glancing at the clock:) "Eleven." Cruella: "A little more information, please?" Henry: "A.M." Cruella: (Clears throat:) "Well, I shall have a mimosa then. (Henry sighs, picking up a pitcher of orange juice:) Oh, don't need that bit. So then, sweetie, what were you, before you ended up here in the Underworld?" Henry: "Actually, I'm on a quest." Cruella: (Chuckles:) "You mean you were, darling. You must remember to use the past tense, now that you're down here." Henry: "Oh no, I'm still very much alive. I came here... for you." Cruella: "Really? Well I'm not just some lush at the local bar, I do have standards." Henry: "Not quite what I had in mind. Have you ever considered moving on?" Cruella: "To the worse place? Hardly likely. 'Where's the toilet, darling?' 'Oh, it's the flaming hole in the red hot rock, darling.'" Henry: "No, not to the worst place. I mean, what if you sought redemption?" Cruella: "What?" Henry: "Redemption." Cruella: "Ohh. No, still don't get it." Henry: "What if you worked hard and found a way to make up for your prior villainy?" Cruella: "Oh, you mean do good things to balance out the heinous things? Demonstrate compassion, er... sacrifice myself now and again for the greater good?" Henry: "Yes, exactly." Cruella: "Yeah, it's not really my thing though is it? I mean, Cruella De Vil solving crimes in a wind breaker. I may as well pet puppies with their skins still on." Henry: "You know..." Cruella: "What? Spit it out." Henry: "Maybe you should stay here. I mean, you make all the rest of the people down here look good by comparison. I think you could be the darkness that makes the light visible." Cruella: "I am? (Considers:) I... make goodness possible." Henry: "Well..." Cruella: (Continues:) "I'm the true hero, aren't I, darling? Wait a moment, where am I? How did I end up in this filthy dive?" Henry: "You were celebrating." Cruella: "Was I? How marvellous. What?" Henry: "You were celebrating taking the throne of the Underworld back from Arthur." Cruella: "Oh, that's right." Henry: "But you know, Arthur did take the throne from you in the first place. It would be a shame for you to regain the throne just to lose it again." Cruella: "What's your point, darling?" Henry: "What if I were to offer you a deal?" Cruella: "I'm listening." Henry: (Holds up the Author’s pen:) “This pen requires a special kind of ink that's pretty hard to find. But I happen to know the one place it still exists.” Cruella: “No. No! (Stands, pointing her gun at him:) You’re not taking it.” Henry: “We both know you can’t shoot me. What I’m offering is a trade. Allow me to take the magical ink from your hair and in exchange I will write that the Underworld is yours to rule for as long as you wish.” Cruella: “And why would you do such a thing?” Henry: “Call it an apology... for my mom killing you.” Cruella: (Stares at him:) “Henry? Well, well. You have grown haven’t you?” Henry: “Do we have a deal or not?” Cruella: (Lifts her glass:) “Bottoms up. (Taking that as a yes, Henry pops open the lid of the inkwell as Cruella drains her glass. The ink begins swirling above Cruella’s head transferring from her hair to the inkwell. Posing:) How do I look? (Chuckles at Henry’s look of shock:) You know, some people struggle not to be drawn into the darkness. Ever since I was a little girl, I've said, ‘why not splash in... And have fun?’" Henry: (Shrugs:) “A deal’s a deal. My Grandpa taught me that. (Dipping the pen into the ink, Henry begins to write on a cocktail napkin:) There. The Underworld is yours.” Cruella: “Fabulous. (When Henry turns to leave:) So, now that your ink pot has been replenished, what do you plan to do with your Authorial powers?” Henry: “Actually, I’m going to break the golden rule. I’m going to write my own happy ending.” Cruella: “Really?” Henry: (Nods:) “I’m going to unite my dream world with the other realms of story.” Cruella: “But, once you do that, won’t you lose your powers?” Henry: “Yeah, pretty much.” Cruella: (Smirks:) “It feels good to be bad sometimes doesn’t it, darling? (Raises her glass once more:) Well, here’s to me.” (Henry merely smiles, exiting through the back door, leaving Cruella to contemplate the first order of business in her new kingdom.)

#SQ #swan queen #swanqueen

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justahedgewitch · 4 years

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#oh ohh take the queue and run #kayla salmon #photos #Witch #Wicca #Wiccan #Pagan #Magick #astrology #horoscopes

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sometimesimawriter · 5 years

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Mirror Effect

part 1

~basically another adventure with Klaus, Diego, and Five. (Not accurate to how season one ended)

"Diego calm down, man"

The parking ticket clutched in Diego's hand suffered the blunt of the assassin's wrath, though a weekend in New York with his brothers did nothing to call it a vacation. "No I won't calm down. It's a goddamn city and there's no parking anywhere, but a $200 fine for blocking a fire hydrant? Un-fucking-believable".

Five rolled his eyes and Klaus tried to gently pry the pink slip from his hands.

"I believe we have better things to do than worry about a little traffic offense, say perhaps, finding a serial killer?" Five remarked. The Big Apple had recently seen a series of brutal murders, ranging from hobos in Central Park with their intestines strewn about to affluent women with slashes across their throats. The NYPD was met by dead end after dead end, with no DNA, security footage, or murder weapon found. The ferocity of these killings finally brought the Commissioner to contact the Umbrella Academy to find the killer before a full on panic engulfed the city.

"C'mon guys, we've spent all day and yesterday running around the city, and not even the fun spots. Take a break, maybe go to a club- i heard New York has some of the biggest raves" Klaus gave a mischievous smile.

"I might have to agree with Death Note over here" Diego said, and all but sighed "I need a drink right about now."

HI SIDE NOTE- THEY'RE ALL LIKE 20-ISH IDK BUT FIVE IS A CONSENSUAL ADULT BECAUSE PERVERSION IS NOT ALLOWED HERE.

*early in the morning, or late at night-however you would describe 3 a.m. The three brothers stumble down an empty street lined with parked cars. It's empty save for a few other drunks and a homeless woman*

"Best- night- ever" Five hiccuped, swaying on his feet.

Diego let out a laugh, seemingly holding conversations in his head, or thinking of the girls that crowded the club they had just left.

"You both are lightweights" Klaus was tipsy, but he preferred to stay away from his past vices. Sobriety was tough, but also his new high was staying in control of his powers- powers he had just truly discovered. He looked down the street and squinted. "Hey um, did i accidentally take something or do i see a little girl that looks like she just crawled from a well?"

"Hey... I see her too- HEY ARE YOU OKAY?" Diego shouted down the now abandoned street. The girl's soaked hair covered her face and she wore a wrecked royal blue prom dress. "Looks like someone isn't having a fun night"

Just at this time, she charged the trio, her bare feet making a slapping sound at each step. Her shoulders didn't bounce with her step though, and she moved faster than an average person, inhumanly.

Five stood up straight, seeming to crawl out of his drunken stupor. "That's creepy as hell". Diego raised a blade to take the girl down, but then she dissipated into nothingness, leaving behind wet footprints.

Behind the group was a rich laugh, followed by another humorous howl, and all overlapped by snorting. "Dude that's so fucking e v i l- i love it"

The three brothers whipped around to a group of girls, all around their age. The one of the left had red hair, though the street lights made it look more orange, and she was doubled over in laughter. The other two girls both had brown hair, one with a straight style and the other with loose curls, and they were both supporting each other as they howled at the brothers' confusion.

"Who the hell are you?" Diego barked.

The red head was the first to stop laughing and moved in front of the other two. "Good question, but here's a better one: what brings half of the Umbrella Academy to New York City?" She smirked at them, eyeing each of them, and her gaze hovered over Klaus.

The curly haired girl moved next to her and nudged her side "where's the rest of them?". The one with straight hair moved closer than the other two, "Bro wait you're Diego right? You're like really hot" she said, bluntly.

"Thanks? Wait who the hell was the girl from the well?"

Curls spoke up, "oh thats just Stephanie, she's a figment of my imagination."

"Step- what? Who the fuck are you?" Five moved closer to the group, preparing for a fight.

"Oh calm down. I'm Kayla- friends call me Angel" the red head said, winking at Klaus. "Mind-Games over here is Christina, otherwise referred to as Dahlia, and Diego's admirer is Emma, we call her Phoenix."

Klaus looked at each girl "Those sound like superheroes names. Wait, do you guys have powers?"

Emma nodded, "Hell yeah". Just at this moment, her body ignited into an inferno of flames. Seeing this as a queue, Kayla squared her shoulders, and in an instant a pair of huge, magnificent, white wings sprouted from her back. She smiled and gestured towards Christina, who shied away a bit.

"C'mon Chris, you can do it" Kayla said, in a voice one would reserve for a puppy.

Christina slapped her arm, glanced up at Five, and then the street seemed to morph. The air turned into a kaleidoscope, the world looked as if it were a buffering RPG game, with strange graphics. Then in a blink, it returned to the empty street.

The boys began to speak at once.

"How are there more supers?" Five sputtered.

"What the hell are you guys?" Diego seemed as if he wanted more and also he wanted to run.

"Which one of you are single?" Klaus blurted.

The girls then all spoke over each other.

Christina responded to Five "Well there were other magic births the same day as you guys".

Emma giggled out "I wish i knew what the fuck i am".

And finally Kayla responded with as much of a lack of grace as Klaus had introduced himself with "I'd be down to hit it."

Diego then seemed to put an idea together. "Wait, the murders... Do you know about the murders?"

The joking mannerism of the girls ceased. Emma and Christina glanced at Kayla. She gave a deep sigh.

"yeah, an old... friend.. of mine. Name's Max, but he goes by Razor. We've been trying to track him down. Got a little distracted when we realized the Commissioner had lost faith in us and hired some of super missionaries."

Five started in on this "A friend? What's keeping you from finding him if you're such friends?"

Emma took offense to this "Don't you think we've been trying?" She took a step towards them, and Christina put an arm up to her.

"He does not want to be found."

"I think the contrary." A deep voice flooded the street. Kayla's eyes widened and all six heads looked up towards the moon hanging low above a brownstone residence. On the roof crouched a guy, with a head piled with curly brown hair. Despite being on top of a building, it was easy to see he was a big dude, all muscles and a hatred behind his eyes, but his focus was on Kayla. "Hey Bitch" and he lunged, landing two feet from her. He raised one giant hand, and from his olive-skinned hands his trimmed nails decayed and grew into long, jagged claws.

"Ohh... Razor... I get it now" Klaus and Diego inched closer, expecting his arm to slash down at her at any moment.

Kayla's eyes narrowed, and her lips curled up. She was taunting him. "What? Poor baby can't take a break-up? Needs to go on a murdering spree to get my attention?"

From the brothers' view, Max's back muscles tightened and he radiated anger. "You little whore, I'm gonna slit your fucking throat" he growled, and then his arm came crashing down.

But instead of cutting through her face, his arm was stopped by a pissed off time traveller. "Bad move buddy."

Max didn't like this, and his knee connected with Five's stomach, sending him back a few feet.

All hell broke loose at this time, with Diego sending two knives into his back, and Klaus diving to move Kayla out of the way. Christina flew at Max, producing sharp crystals in each hand, throwing them into his thigh. Emma ignited and surrounded the group in a ring of fire, restricting their play-area. Razor roared, one that actually shattered windows of the surrounding homes, and ripped the crystals from his leg. He then threw these crystals, aiming for Kayla, but was intercepted by another body. Five had popped from his grounded location to in front of Kayla, who was standing rather too still for a situation like this. Five fell to the ground, writhing in pain as the projectiles found a home in his left shoulder. Christina's eyes widened, and she turned to Max. She then raised her arm and twisted her wrist. Max looked at her, and then felt the ground beneath him rumble. He winked at her, and then leapt from the spot, landing on the roof he had descended from, then ran into the night.

"Five!" Klaus ran to his brother.

Christina kneeled next to them "Don't pull them from his shoulder or you may cause more-" but Klaus didn't hear her and pulled the crystals from his shoulder.

"Ew thats gross" Emma looked away from the scene, towards Diego, who was looking at the roof tops.

"The bastard took my knives..."

Kayla then seemed to snap out of a trance. "We need to get him back to the house."

"Kayla, he's bleeding real bad, he's not going to make the trip back." Said Christina.

"Dumbass, I have wings."

"And I'm the one with medical training!" Christina seemed increasingly worried. "You can't fly both of us back to the house, no offense."

Emma turned back to the group that was hovering over Five. "You both are drinking way too much dumb bitch juice."

Everyone looked at her, questioning what the fuck she had just said.

Emma smirked, "Christina, you can change the environment..."

Christina wasn't following, "Yeah and?"

Emma then held the bridge of her nose, looking down, "Change the environment then."

"To what?"

Maybe she really had been chugging dumb bitch juice.

"To the house."

"Oh shit."

Christina rose up, and looked down at Klaus, "put pressure on the wound."

She then walked over to Kayla, who was enjoying this all too much.

"Get ready hoe"

Christina then relaxed her shoulders and focused on a space in the middle of the street. Then the air began to shimmer, like how heat radiates off of pavement on an August afternoon. Then, shapes began to form, then colors, until there seemed to be a shifting hole in the middle of the road.

"All aboard the magical mystery tour. Next stop: the other side of the Hudson."

At this phrase, despite his slight delirium from blood loss, Five raised his head.

"You like the Beatles??" And then he promptly passed out.

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eerythingisshaka · 6 years

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The Coffee Prince Pt. 2

(T’Challa x Reader)

*Part 1*

Word Count: 3k

Plot: Stuck in your ways of living, one day at the coffee shop, you run into a tall dark roast that threatens to wake you up from your romantic hibernation.

*Previously*

You are unphased and not listening when you get up and see this 6’0 man picking up his drink and turning towards you. He makes his way to the side table, and your heart literally stops pumping for a split second from the anxiety. He hasn’t seen you yet and he could easily leave very soon without your acknowledgment, What if he doesn’t recognize you? The L’s you could take outweigh the dubs by a mile.

You get up to go get an unnecessary sugar packet.

“Excuse me,” you say.

He looks to you and gives you a crooked smile.

“Ahh, how are you today, Ms. Macchiato.” He says while stirring his coffee.

You spontaneously start ovulating at his title for you. He remembered your order, and made it a pet name for you!

You smile goofily as your heart threatens to fall out of your chest, “Yeah, that’s me! How have you been….Thomas?” Your voice rises an octave as you coyly played like you couldn’t remember one of the few things tied to him from your one engagement.

He furrows his brow at your statement. “Ohh, you must have me confused with some other American coffee drinker.”

“Oh? So that accent makes you from where, Boston?”

You both laugh. Your mouth is getting dry from anxiety, so you sip your drink.

“Gah! Fuck!” You sputter some of the liquid down your chin, tongue hanging out fanning it. The drink was scalding hot still.

‘Thomas’ gets a napkin and hands it to you, concern clouds his face.

“Are you all right? Should I go get you some water or…”

Heated with embarrassment noe more than the coffee, you shake your head trying to speak clearly. “It’th fine, thankth.” You say with a scalded tongue.

“Please, sit a moment. I’ll be right back.” He touches your arm to guide you back to a table and makes his way to the register. You keep fanning yourself, mortified by your not so graceful behavior.

“Ok, come on, get your thit together. You are a queen goddeth. Anyone would be lucky to dick you down proper.”

You take a deep breath and look off to one side and see an old white woman shaking her head looking at you. Of course that last sentence would come out clear as a bell, but you gave her a look of ‘and?’ while she continued eating her oatmeal.

‘Thomas’ comes back with cold Fiji water, cracking it open before handing it to you.

You take it in you hand with shock clearly displayed cross your face, ‘Thomas’ sits down across from you and notices your expression immediately.

“Is something wrong with it? Is something in it?” He leans to look at the bottle clutched in the hand.

Why did he have to be so cute when he scrunches his face with worry? You snap out of it and try to relax again. “No, it’th juth uh, you know they have free water cupth, right? Like, you didn’t have to pay for one”

He waves his hand in protest, “It’s nothing. I mean, you don’t need lukewarm tap water, this is better for you.”

You say before taking a sip, “Well that was very thweet of you. I owe you one.”

“Don’t worry about that. I can’t standby while you’re in pain. Though, the temporary speech impediment is kind of cute, I must say.”

“What do you mean? Thith ith my real voice. I wath juth trying to impreth you with perfect diction last time.” You say, blowing your coffee, batting your eyes.

He chuckles, “Right, and I’m from Boston.”

You smile and look out the window for a second. The high you feel from being in his company makes it hard to come back down to the reality that you have to make conversation, and you’re suddenly lost for words. You want to know more about him but don’t want to come off as nosy or interrogative, or too eager, though you could smile at him giddily all damn day But this is a cute guy, who is clearly attentive, splurging on some fresh H2O. Ask him something! Get some personal shit out the way!

You face him to see his round, gorgeous eyes looking at you. You can’t read his expression before he looks down at his coffee again.

“What is your name, by chance? I don’t think I got it before.” he asks before puckering his lips, that look like they’ve never known ash, to take a sip.

“Oh, it’s (Y/N)” you say.

“Ah, (Y/N) that’s a beautiful name. It doesn’t seem too difficult to me.”

You practically melt at him saying your name. You’d never want a different one long as those lips spoke it.

“Well, it shouldn’t be. But people sense something has more than 2 syllables and their mind just flips.”

“Does it have any meaning behind it?”

“Mmm, not that I know. I’d have to Google. But all I know is my mom just liked it. But what about you, ‘Thomas’?” You say with a goofy grin, resting your chin on your hand.

“Yes, my name is T’Challa.”

“T….Challa?”

“Yes, that’s right! First try!” He holds his hand up for a high five.

The world seems to go into slow motion when connecting your palm to his. His hand is a skyscraper compared to yours, trying to memorize the feel of his hand through the little contact you had.

“What can I say, I’m a pro!”

“Very nice. Impaired tongue and all!” He pauses a moment before continuing, “Have you got time for a walk around to get some air? It’s so beautiful outside. May be nice…”

You look at your phone and see you should've been back at your desk 15 min ago.

“Uh… actually I do need to go…”

“Bast! Well that’s ok. Maybe our paths can cross again in the future?”

Your face fallen, “Yeah, hopefully so. Thanks again for the water…”

You start to get up and leave, “Ah, Miss (Y/N)?”

You turn to him, “Mhm?”

“Do you think I could call you sometime? If it’s not too forward, we could arrange meeting outside of your work hours so it’s more convenient?”

You heart jumped into your throat at the proposal. He’s asking for your number!

“Sure thing! I would love that. Just let me know or I’ll call you whichever. Cool!”

You back up to leave before you add anymore positive phrases to your long phrase affirming his invitation.

You step out the door of the shop and do a little Tiffany Haddish ‘she ready’ dance. You couldn’t wait to fill Tavia in on the details. T’Challa, T’Challa, the name just rolls off the tongue.

“Miss (Y/N)! I thought you trying to dine and dash but …”

T’Challa was standing behind you for God knows how long, struggling to hold back his smile.

You straighten up, mortified. Could he possibly be any more handsome and you be anymore a dork?

“Oh, no. Um, what do you mean?” you stammer, folding your arms to look semi-normal.

He pulls out his phone. “We actually need each others numbers to call each other right?”

You still didn’t exchange numbers! Thinking of how much of a mess you are you say, “Yeah, sorry! Of course, allow me.”

You take his phone and type it in with your name saving it.

Handing it back, T’Challa takes it and puts it in his pocket, eyes never leaving your face as he gives you a closed mouth smile.

“You have a good rest of your day, (Y/N). I look forward to connecting with you soon.”

He turns and strides down the sidewalk away. As much as you hated to see him go, you loved watching him leave. Was the dip in his gait put on or natural? Either way, you loved it.

Later that day you go home, light as a feather. You lowkey hate how some male attention could give you such an array of hormonal bliss that you felt like a traitor to the sisterhood.

Your roommate hadn’t gotten home yet so, you take the time to cook yourself some food, even though your hunger was honestly minimal. Whenever you got really excited in any emotional direction, your appetite just goes south. But you earned a meal today, so why not celebrate with dinner. You look up a bookmarked recipe on your phone for some baked chicken with steamed vegetables and curl up to some Grown-ish as you work. The episode with Yara Shahidi’s character obsessing over the relationship status of her and Cash was queued up. Seeing her send literally 30 text messages to Cash saying an unintelligible number of things made you cringe hella heavy. Why would she get caught up with a college athlete anyway? You knew where this episode was going, as you turn back to seasoning your food.

While binge watching, you only eat about half of your food, which is better than nothing. You have more energy than you know what to do with though, so with the extra living room space, you decide to knock out a little yoga to center yourself. Laying out your mat and queueing up YouTube you switch to a yoga channel for beginners and put a chill playlist on shuffle. You close your eyes as the instructor tells you to be present in today’s practice, breathing deeply and exhaling equally. The practice started off simple enough with some cat-cows and downward dogs, but the intensity picked up soon once some planks and chair poses were thrown in. You perspired like a Pinocchio meeting a woodpecker but pushed through each pose with a little motivation in your head. If T’Challa could see me now. Each challenge you faced, you thought of him being under you while you planked, over you while you did a bridge. Once the poses were over you’d curse yourself for being so silly but hey, it worked.

During the cool down, the instructor tells you to get into happy baby pose, which you welcome with a deep sigh, wiping your brow. You didn’t expect such an intense workout, so luckily you didn’t go ham on your food.

You hear the lock turn on the door, and in walks in Tavia.

“Well damn, bitch, am I interrupting something?!”

You look between your legs at Tavia, “Nah girl, I’m almost done.”

“You sure? Cuz looks like you just getting started to me. Why are you spreading your legs for anyone who walk in here?”

You roll out of your pose, grabbing your water. “Nothing, it’s been a minute since I got my mat out so…” you say taking a sip.

Tavia takes a seat in a easy chair across from you, taking off her shoes. “Mmhm, so what else is it bitch, cuz the fact that you ain’t posted up here smashing some cookies, watching Chocolate City or some other trash got me almost concerned.” She says, faking her best concerned face.

You roll your eyes, “It’s nothin! Really, but I mean, I may have ran into someone today, but that’s not why I’m over here ‘pussy poppin’’ like you say.”

“Uh-uh. How juicy is this? I was drinking tonight anyway but lemme know should I grab my bottle right now?”

You look at her sideways and give a slight nod.

Tava screams like the Holy Spirit just caught her as she runs with her hands raised over to the fridge. She gets out her moscato and runs back to her seat.

“Uh, I don’t get a glass?” You ask offended.

“No ma’am, you got talking to do. You can’t talk and drink at the same time.” Tavia says with a tongue pop.

“ANYWAY, so I’m going to the coffee shop on my break, right?” You say excitedly.

“Right, ‘break’.” Tavia says clutching the bottle while doing air quotes.

“Listen, plenty of them folks go and do whatever on company time. I need some caffeine to get through the mess.” You say defensively.

“Whatever, continue!”

“Ok, so I’m getting my shit, and just as I’m bout to leave, HIS order gets called.”

“Who??!”

“Thomas!”

Tavia’s body melts into the chair as she exclaims, “Whaaaaa??”

“YES! By the way, his name is T’Challa.”

“BITCH, you talked to him??”

With a little dance you confirm, “Hell yeah, fucking right!”

Tavia gets up to do a quick celebration twerk with you, passing the bottle. “Go head girl! Ok, so how did you go up to him? What did he say?”

Your face hurt from all the cheesing, “I just walked past him and he was like, ‘Hey, don’t I know you?’ and I said, ‘I hope so, cuz trying to know you.’ And eventually he remembered, so we got a table and talked about real surface level stuff, then I told him I gotta go back to work, so he was all ‘Well, I can’t have you walk out here without seeing you again. Put your number in.’ So I did, and that’s really about it.” You say content with your ‘story’.

Tavia was on the edge of her chair during your entire explanation until she said, “You gave him your number?”

You nod proudly, “Mhm!”

Tavia throws her hands in the air, “Girl! You ain’t gonna be nothing but a booty call then.”

Ou screw your face up at this admission. “Whatchu mean? He ain’t hood actin’, I just gave you the clipped version of how it went down. Why you think that?”

Tavia sighs, “You gotta get his number, so you have control. But since it’s the other way around, you gonna be waiting for him to call, and then when he does at 11pm, you gonna be showing off your wingspan and upset cuz he ain’t called you since.”

“Tavia, calm down. It ain’t even been a day. I’m not tryna wild like that, and he don’t seem the type.” You say with less spirit than before.

“And if that’s what you wanted, you know I’m down for you; hit a split on the dick shawty act up! But I know you for real want some committed peen, so I’m just giving you worst case before it slaps you in the face, ok?” Your good vibes from earlier are coming down faster than guillotine so you decide to dismiss yourself.

“Don’t be upset girl. You still did your thing, and milk him for all it’s worth either way. Hate the game, not the player!”

You roll your mat up and go back to your room. Your eyes go straight for your phone. You think back to the articles you read on dating. People usually wait 3 days to call right? Or is that just after the first date? What’re the rules for the phone exchange? He could’ve texted you right there to have his number, but he didn’t so, could Tavia be right? And if she was, is it so bad? Dick is dick, and it sure hasn’t been present in your life.

You go to pick up your phone, opening up to the main menu.

Missed Call (1) Voicemail (1)

Your heart thumps in your chest as you check the number. It’s just digits, not one of your known numbers. You walk across your floor couple times before listening to the message, calming yourself down and for the first time hoping it was just a bill collector. You select the number and dial before closing your eyes to center yourself like the yoga instructor told you. A few rings pass before you realize what you may have done.

“Hello?”

Your pulse literally stops as your eyes fly open at the voice on the other line. You accidentally hit call back instead of call voicemail.

“Miss (Y/N) Is that you?” T’Challa says.

“Yeah, hey, how are you doing?” You say in as steady voice you can muster as you pull at your hair in frustration.

“I missed you earlier. Uh, your call, I mean. Well, I called you. Did you get my message?”

So that was him on that voicemail. You didn’t want to lie but you didn’t want to look weird calling without context either.

“Uh, yeah. I did. Thanks for calling by the way.”

He could’ve called to say he didn’t want to see you again.

“Please, I should be thanking you for offering your time. So do you know when you would like to do it?”

Heat crawls from neck to your cheeks, out of your pits, from your nani, all at once. Do what?! Is he inviting you somewhere or asking a favor?

“Uh, how does Saturday sound?” You freeze at the anticipation of his answer.

“That’s great! I have no problem with that. We will try for 5pm?”

You nod like he can see you before responding, “Yeah, that’s good to me. I can’t wait.”

You could practically hear T’Challa smiling as he said, “Wonderful. Forgive me for the time of the hour, I hope I didn’t wake you.”

You sit on the bed to keep from falling under your buckling knees. “Not at all, I was just turning in so I didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

“You’re too kind. I will see you then, if not at the shop first! Good Night (Y/N).”

“Good night T’Challa.” You press the red symbol and take the deepest breath you’ve done all day. How erotic did that sound ‘goodnight, T’Challa’? Geez just call him back to come over and get it over with already, you thought.

You turn off the light and lay in your bed electrified with that same energy from before. You almost forgot, but you pick up the phone and push for voicemail this time and listen:

Hi, I hope this is the right number. (Y/N), I’m just calling to see if you would come with me to the music festival this weekend. I don’t know if you heard about it or if it is your thing, but it sounds like a nice time. We could just walk around, enjoy the sounds. Uhh, just let me know when you get the chance, or I may see you at our favorite place. (laughs then clears his throat) Umm, but yeah, sorry for the long message. This is T’Challa by the way. Hope to hear from you soon.

Your phone prompts you to save or delete the message and you carefully save it before you listen a couple more times. Putting your phone away you turn on your side, squeezing your legs together to bring yourself back down again. You remind yourself that this is still just nothing more than two people meeting up at a public place with a bunch of other people. No one has claimed nobody yet. But like Tavia said, gotta milk it for what it’s worth, and how you feel right now is pretty damn priceless.

Part 3

Other Works

King Kil’mawalls

T’akia

N’Jadaka’s Helpful Hands

Some Weeks Are Better Than Others

The Coffee Prince

Commencement Day

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dykedteach · 6 years

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another prompt from this list, this time it’s a Silverflint coffee shop au that started as a drabble and turned into a 3k fic accidentally?

“Not you again...”

The midday lunch rush was just finishing up, and James had been keeping his eyes on the clock, waiting for his own break. Only twenty minutes left now, and then he would be free to take his bagel and tea and book to go and sit on his favourite bench overlooking the river. With the shop getting quieter and no queue, he took a second to actually breathe. It had been a rather busy morning. In fact the whole week had been particularly hectic. It was the start of September, and students had started going back to school, and while the local college provided him with plentiful business, he’d be lying if he said he’d enjoyed serving masses of dead-eyed youths, or even worse, the chipper ones who tried to make conversation with him. Plus there was some kind of modern art exhibition open in town that had been drawing crowds in from afar, leaving the local establishments buzzing with activity.

He poked his head into the small kitchen to find the chef whistling over a sizzling pan of scrambled eggs.

“Billy, I’m going to head out when Eleanor gets back, could you prep my lunch bagel now it’s gone quiet out here?” he shouted back.

Billy tossed the eggs in the pan, flipping some into the air and catching it again mid-fall. “Sure thing, boss. Glad it’s slowed down, anyway.”

James nodded at him and returned to the counter. He leaned against his work station, arms folded as he looked over the shop. Most of the tables had been occupied early in the day by students with laptops and notepads, and he had been steadily refilling drinks all morning. Just as he had tricked himself into a false sense of tranquillity, the arrival of his worst nightmare was signalled by the sound of the shop bell tinkling.

The man bounced straight up to James, grin spread wide across his face as he drummed the fingers of two heavily tattooed hands on the surface of his counter. The fucking hipster.

“For fucks sake, not you again.” James groaned, unconcerned about decorum and customer service. This guy didn’t deserve it, anyway.

“You’re gonna really hate me today.” the man said with a laugh, producing a crumpled list from the back pocket of a pair of incredibly tight, and incredibly paint-splattered, jeans.

“More than I already do, you mean?” James scowled, eyes darting over the man and finding all the more reasons to despise him. He had his hair in a bloody man-bun of all things today. The combination of the messy bun and the facial hair (with a little waxed moustache above the beard, no less) reminded him of every barista twat he’d encountered and interviewed when he had tried to open up a small shop in London. Most of them had been smug and overly-friendly, too. It was one of the reasons he liked having Eleanor as a barista so much. Sure, she took extra long smoke breaks and swore at most of the customers, but she was no-nonsense. Also, was it James’ imagination, or did the man even have more tattoos dotted over his forearms than when he had come in the day before? Impulsive little shit.

“Ohh no. Yesterday and Monday were just warm-ups. Today, we’ve got all of the artists in.” tattoo-twat said with a heavy sigh, squinting at his own handwriting. The last two days, he had come in just after the lunch rush with a long, complicated list of drinks to-go, including concoctions that James was sure he’d made up on the spot, before leaving with a wink and no tip. “You’re gonna want to write this down.”

James snorted, reaching into his own back pocket for his pen and notepad. He tapped the pen on the paper, raising an expectant eyebrow at the offending man. Tattoo-twat took a deep breath.

“Right, so. A mocha with whipped cream, three spoons of sugar and two shots of cherry syrup, a black coffee with two shots of hazelnut syrup, a matcha latte with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles- here, I’ve got the matcha powder for you, ‘cause I bet you don’t have any.” he said, stopping to pat his pockets down before yanking out a thin packet of green powder to hand to James, who merely glared at him. “An Earl Grey with just a smidge of soy milk and a slice of lemon, another black coffee but with an extra shot of coffee and also as hot as you can possibly get it, so maybe save that one until last?”

“Then why the fuck didn’t you save it for last on the list.” James growled, already growing impatient.

“Because they were all just sort of yelling at me and I kinda just went with it? I don’t know? Anyway, a caramel latte with two extra shots of coffee and almond milk, also the caramel has to be sugar free or else Idelle will crash halfway through our afternoon sketching, peppermint tea with one shot of coffee and one of vanilla-”

“That’s not a thing. I refuse to believe that’s a thing. You’re reading it wrong.” James said, leaning over to snatch the crumpled note from the man’s hand. Halfway through the list, black messy scrawl had switched to various colours of inks in all kinds of handwriting, all much clearer than the first few bullet points. Unfortunately, tattoo-twat had read it out right, and now James was condemned to make the monstrosity, along with a handful of other incredibly weird drink combinations.

“Creatives, eh? Can’t live with them, can’t live without them.” The man laughed awkwardly, leaning forward onto the counter. His shirt, dark and loose and embroidered with little stars, lay half open, giving James a perfect view of a tanned chest and dark nipples. He had been determined not to look down the man’s shirt, but a glint of shiny metal drew his eye downwards to where a piercing went through one hard bud. James coughed, turning around with the piece of paper to start making his order up.

“They decide halfway through that you probably weren’t listening then?” he asked casually, getting to work and ignoring the slight flush he could feel creeping up his neck. He decided he’d rather not look at the man if he could avoid it, lest he find that damned nipple winking back up at him again.

“Nah, I just sort of threw the list to the new collaborators while I sorted out my shit. Too much to do, not enough time or caffeine.” he said chirpily. He hadn’t divulged any details to Flint over the last two trips, seeming content enough to watch Flint work while he glared at the man.

“Oh, so you’re not just the tea boy then?” James asked, unable to resist getting the jibe in. He heard the man scoff behind him, and gave in to the urge to turn back around to see his reaction. His still had that stupid lopsided grin on his face, although now it seemed all edges and teeth.

“No, I’m not just the fucking tea boy. I’m the project manager, actually. I’m more than a pretty face and a great ass, you know.” he drawled, shifting to lean sideways onto an elbow. James frowned, turning back towards the drinks. He swore he could feel his gaze running along his back as he had turned away.

“Project manager, hm? Some hipster start-up, no doubt. Funded by daddy’s bank account.” he said conversationally. Not that he gave a fuck about what the man did, of course. But he was admittedly a little curious.

“Well, ‘daddy’ had nothing to do with this, trust me. And no, it’s a modern art exhibition, actually. Some of the best talent in the country, mixed mediums, all that jazz. I’ve got to keep my team happy, hence...all this.” tattoo-twat said, gesturing to the list that sat limply on James’ counter. Ah, yes. That modern art exhibition. “Don’t worry, though. You’ve only got two more days of me, then we’re gone, and my pretty face and great ass both disappear into the sunset.” he said, the smirk apparent even in his voice as James looked away.

“Why here?” James asked brusquely, changing the topic sharply. “There’s at least three coffee chains within spitting distance of this shop, why the fuck did you decide to come here?”

“One of our guys stopped off last week when he was scouting out our location, took a shine to your blonde barista. He was told in no uncertain terms into which orifice he could shove his offer of a phone number, so naturally he swears that she and him are meant to be. Made me come here on Monday to see if I could swing her opinion, and quite honestly? She is terrifying.” the man laughed, still propping himself up on the bar and clearly quite content in his role as storyteller, a natural. Flint chuckled to himself, shoulders shaking.

“He wasn’t the dickhead with the long hair, was he? Tall, tight clothes, abs you could probably grate cheese on, attitude problem?” James said, biting down another laugh. Eleanor had spent an entire afternoon shift last week moaning to James about the man, calling him every name under the sun, before telling Flint exactly how, in her words, “unbearably fuckable” she had also found him. Flint’s war against Eleanor’s shit taste in men was one he had long known could never be won.

“The very same. Charles is an arse, but he has his uses.” the man said with a shrug. James snorted.

“Charles. Jesus, doesn’t sound much like a Charles. Thought all you artsy types would be called like...” James bit his lip, thinking as he measured out syrup shots. “I dunno. Rainbow. Magenta. Bear. Pineapple. Chrysanthemum. Salome.”

“Salome is biblical, that doesn’t count as an artsy hipster name.�� he interrupted, expression turned almost serious. He looked more earnest than James had seen him look all week. “If he didn’t look like a Charles because you think he’s artsy or whatever, I’m curious. What do I look like?” tattoo-twat asked, frowning up at James from his slumped position on the counter. His hips were pushed out behind him, and James was irked to see a table of young girls sat nearby paying more attention to his tight jeans than their textbooks. He raised an eyebrow at the man.

“Do you really want me to answer that question?” Flint said, the corners of his mouth tugging up a little as he fought against appearing too smug.

“Oh, come on. You’ve got to have thought of me as something in that pretty little head of yours. Asshole-coffee-man, That Guy With All The Hair, Pineapple...” he chuckled, imitating Flint’s raised brow.

James ignored the ‘pretty’ comment, and decided against telling tattoo-twat exactly what terms he’d been thinking of him as all this time.

“Which one is yours?” he asked the man while juggling two jars of frothed milk.

“The cherry mocha. I’ve got a sweet tooth.” the younger man said, giving him a wide, toothy grin as if to drive the point home. Was this guy fucking serious?

“Sweet tooth? You’ve got roughly the sugar consumption of a seven year old for a week in this.” James sighed, shaking his head in disappointment at himself, the tattoo-twat, the entire coffee industry, and the universe as he pumped two shots of cherry syrup into the mocha. It already smelled sickeningly sweet to him, but whatever kept this man-child happy. “Anyway, now I can think of you as cherry-mocha-man. Happy now?”

“Actually, it’s Silver. Oh, and can you pass me the really hot black coffee and the hazelnut one separately when you’re done? I need to finish them off.” tattoo-twat-cherry-mocha-man-Silver, who was now reaching into his waistband, said. He lifted up the hem of his shirt, exposing a toned waist and a hipflask tucked against his side.

“That cannot be comfortable.” James stated shortly. He watched as the tattoo-tw- Silver. He watched as Silver put the metallic flask on the counter, its contents sloshing around inside, and shrugged back at James.

“It was the least conspicuous place for it. You joke, but these aren’t even the tightest pair I own. Anyway, you still haven’t told me your name yet.” Silver said, that cocky grin fixed back on his face.

James wasn’t used to this amount of attention from customers at all. His regulars knew him well enough by now to understand that he wasn’t one for small talk, he knew for a fact that he intimidated his younger customers for whatever reason (Good, he thought.), and even when he did get chatty ones, they usually read him pretty quickly and gathered that they’d have as much joy and ease trying to get a conversation out of one of the leather sofas he’d placed by the windows. But then clearly, this man Silver seemed to think that because he was artsy and charming and attractive, he could spend however long he liked chatting up his barista.

“It’s James. Which is an actual name, oddly.” he replied. If he was going to participate in an actual conversation with this guy, he might as well try and get the upper hand if possible. It would certainly make the next two lunch shifts interesting, although James was already considering swapping his lunch break with Eleanor’s so that she would have to deal with his orders instead next time, God help him.

“So is mine.” Silver said. “First name is John, which I’m not actually sure anybody could argue isn’t a real name to be fair. Biblical, too.”

James checked over the drinks, making sure he hadn’t missed anything out. He was fairly certain he had met every single one of the group’s ridiculous demands, all he needed to do now was top the ones that needed cream, and do the stupidly hot coffee that Silver needed to spike with booze. “You don’t look much like a John either, if I’m honest.” he said while grabbing a can of whipped cream from the fridge.

“Hmm. I get that a lot.” Silver sighed, watching James as he finished the drinks. “So, the angry blonde. Is she your girlfriend, or...?”

James snorted suddenly, a high-pitched almost-giggle that seemed to alarm Silver slightly, his eyebrows shooting up towards his hairline.

“Eleanor? God, no. You were right, she is fucking terrifying, that one. She can be a laugh, though. Fun to drink with, too. But neither of us would ever.” he said, putting the cups into two cardboard carriers. He paused, trying to decide whether or not he should add the extra comment, before his tongue got the better of him. “It helps that I’m gay, anyway.” he said, slightly quieter as he ducked his head down to check the lids.

John Silver straightened where he stood, expression unreadable as he blinked back at James.

Silver hummed, breaking the moment of silence. “Well, that does make things easier, at least.”

James looked at the man, frowning in confusion. He felt the skin on the back of his neck begin to prickle, and he shifted on one foot under Silver’s gaze.

“Really? What’s that?” he asked gruffly. Silver’s mouth hung slightly open, his eyes wide and unfathomable as they stared at each other.

“Makes it easier knowing that when I ask you out for dinner at the end of the week, you might say yes.” Silver said, voice soft.

The continued prickling along his neck confirmed his suspicion that, at least subconsciously, part of James had been expecting that this was where the conversation would arrive at. He also knew that he could have been much more blunt to the tattooed man, ignored him completely while he made his order to go, told him in no uncertain terms to fuck off. Yet he hadn’t, for whatever reason. He had entertained Silver, kept the conversation flowing, uninterrupted.

He realised that he had been motionless, staring at Silver who was now biting his lower lip between his teeth, something akin to nerves playing around his features. James hummed.

“That’s what you think, is it?” James teased, quite enjoying drawing this out. He tried to resist smiling, but felt his mouth tug up against his will. Ducking his head, he made his way over to his till to ring up the dozen drinks. “Ah well, you see, I’m an optimist at heart. That’s a whole two coffee orders away from now, so who knows? I could grow on you by then.” Silver said, fishing some notes out from the obscenely tight jeans to hand to James. He chuckled as he accepted the skin-warmed cash.

“How far away is your studio exactly?” he asked, his mind ticking over a plan, and he couldn’t quite yet decide if this plan was going to be the best idea he’d thought of all week, or his complete ruination.

“Fifteen minutes perhaps, if I pace. Overlooks the bay.” Silver said, checking the lids on the cups before lifting the two carriers. “I’ll manage with this, if that’s what you’re worried about.” he said, curling his arms up in turn and pretending to struggle with the load.

James hummed, trying his best to appear nonchalant as his eyes drifted to the clock on the wall of the shop. Less than five minutes to go.

“If you drop those off in time, get down to those benches over there, the ones overlooking the river, in the next half hour or so...” he said with a shrug, watching John’s brow crease as he calculated. “You might just catch me in a good mood.”

He watched the face of John Silver, the tattoo-twat who had forced him to make twelve increasingly fucked-up coffees, split into its biggest grin yet. Seeing James’ unchanged expression, he fought to get the smile under control, ducking his head.

“Right then. I should probably jog off then, shouldn’t I?” Silver said, spinning around to face the exit. The shop bell rang as the door opened, Silver not having quite reached it yet.

“Fucking hell, not you again.” Eleanor growled, barging past him with her handbag swinging. James snorted under his breath, hearing John bark a laugh as he left them.

She threw her handbag on the counter, pushing her hair back into place. “God, what a twat.” she sighed. “Anyway, you can go now.”

James clapped her on the shoulder, fighting back a smile.

“You’ve dated worse.” he said, handing her his apron and abandoning her to go and grab his bagel from Billy. If he walked quick enough, he thought he might even be able to get a chapter or two of his book read before Silver turned up.

#james flint #john silver #black sails #silverflint #black sails fic #laura writes #drabble list #this was...fun.

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NDRV3 Girls’ reactions to their S/O getting drunk at a party

Anonymous asked: The girls reactions to their S/O getting drunk at a party

Welp, I need to post these since I was on holiday for a while so here they are!

~Mod Kiibo

Kaede Akamatsu

~ When you both decided to go to this party, she thought it was a great idea! Because parties with her S/O are always a great time

~ Fast forward to right at this moment where you are pretty much drunk and chaos has struck

~ At first she thought it was kinda funny that you was drunk because you kept saying weird things that caught her off guard sometimes

~ Then sometimes you'll do strange things like pretend you are different animals and singing on tables or even under them

~ Sooner or later after you run out of energy you'll just suddenly collapse on the ground

~ It's now her job to bring you home safely! Since your condition is not suitable to walk back

~ Kaede tried her best to carry you back home without dropping you and not getting lost even though it's both of your guys house but it's dark okay?

~ At last you two return back to your house! And still in one piece as well and none of you guys are missing too if that was able to happen…?

~ Now she has to bring you to bed which is the hardest part because of the old enemy

~ S t a i r s

~ Luckily she managed to get you to your own comfortable bed without any harm by stair related accidents

~ She decides to stay and snuggle next to you just because you looked so cute when you was asleep

~ She falls asleep after a while after a tiring night of trying to carry you home with many obstacles in the way and trying not to harm you as well

~ Yup it is a job well done, all for her drunk S/O

Miu Iruma

~ You two went to a party with absolute excitement, with you just wanting to enjoy yourself and Miu hoping that she will have a chance to see you drunk and just the crazy shenanigans that you both can get into

~ She always had that thought for a while to be honest because she loves to have fun with her S/O

~ Surprise surprise you got drunk with her help and some of your friends as well and you were an absolute mess

~ Just rethinking life and just wobbling everywhere as you talk to random strangers about weird topics and then making it depressing in the matter of seconds

~ At one point of the party she lost you in the crowd and queue the overwhelming panic!

~ She looks all around for you saying that if you come to her she'll let you do whatever you want just pLeASE SHOW uP

~ She found you in the bathroom right next to the corner talking to a soap dispenser

~ OKAY THATS ENOUGH FOR ONE NIGHT S/O

~ After many attempts of trying to drag you away from the bathroom with your pleads since you didn't want to leave your new friend she managed to get you out of there without too much tears on her clothes

~ Welp time to go home before you make friends with another household appliance and get emotionally attached to them in seconds

~ She keeps close to you while you both are walking home so you don't just randomly wander off and also to help you stop crying oVer A GodDAMN SOaP dispENseR

~ You stay quiet mostly from the walk back home so that makes her feel like you are starting to calm down a bit

~ Once you two get inside it is straight to bed no buts, we are going straight to bed because you need rest before you cry again and end up staying awake all night

~ Luckily all the crying you've been doing tired you out so Iruma didn't have to do much since when she came in to your room you was already asleep

~ Note to self when S/O gets drunk, keep them away from soap dispensers

Tsumugi Shirogane

~ She agrees to go with you to this party even though she was a little hesitant first, she comes along for the ride

~ Everything was fine at first, yes there were some people who were pretty out there and all and some creating scenes but overall it was fun

~ That is until Tsumugi tried to see where you were but when she did find you, you were drunk

~ You were quite tired honestly and kept on dozing off as well but then shooting back up in seconds, this pattern kept on going throughout the night

~ She follows you everywhere you went too which was kind of hard with a heck of a lot of people in the way but she kept on finding you which is good and you weren't collapsed on the floor as well so that's a bonus

~ When she did lose you, she would always find you in weird places asleep: first she found you in one of the rooms shower, next she found you in a wardrobe and then she found you was underneath a mattress

~ Honestly she was so confused about some of the places you slept in but you was okay so all she had to do was wake you up

~ Once she decided it was late enough to go back home, she carried you bridal style home without much effort

~ When she arrived home, you woke up at that moment so you both decided to watch some anime while you were both awake

~ Well you was struggling to keep your eyes open so you kinda just rested your head on Tsumugi’s shoulder and nodded off

~ She didn't mind of course but you had some trouble when you woke up the next morning as you ached from the weird positions you slept in the random places at the party

Tenko Chabashira

~ When she heard that you was going to a party she asked that if she could come, just to make sure you was safe of course

~ You agreed that she could come since you thought it would be nice for the both of you

~ She was so excited that she was going to spend some time with her S/O!

~ After a hour in she realised that you wasn't around her anymore so hence her little search party for her S/O has begun!

~ It didn't take long because of your loud shouts stood out more than the more casual chats going on around her

~ Turns out you were drunk and you get more cranky while you are drunk as well, she found it quite concerning that you was drunk but she was keeping her eye on you now or you'll just spar with someone because of your crankiness

~ She will pull you away if you started to have a fight with someone or she would try to keep you in a corner so you can cross your arms and rant about everything as she listens

~ After a couple of hours you start to tire yourself out by shouting a lot and also that your voice has worn out as well

~ That is enough alcohol for one night S/O

~ Tenko carried you home after you start to feel awkward about the mess you made but you still grumble all the way home

~ She finds your grumbles about random stuff cute though and keeps it in mind that not to let you near alcohol without especially when she's not around

~ Who knows what might happen

Kirumi Tojo

~ When you ask if both of you can go to this party she hesitates for a bit since she doesn't really go to parties and she doesn't know what might happen

~ But alas she agrees finally and both of you are surrounded by different types of people

~ She just sits quietly to herself for a while on the other hand you do other things which is out of hear sight

~ After a while she comes to find you and without it's no surprise you're drunk since she knows it's bound to happen nonetheless

~ She finds you crying your eyes out and saying random stuff which she thinks is upsetting you

~ Like some memories of apparently tragic stuff and such which Kirumi had no clue what it was about

~ She comforted you in hopes that it would help you stop crying but that didn't work so she tried giving you some tissues and saying things that would make you happy but yet nothing

~ She decides to bring you home early since that you be a huge help for the both of you

~ Once she gets in, you are immediately in your bedroom under the covers and she is doing everything she can

~ After you finally fall asleep she is getting anything she needs if you actually do get a hangover in the morning

~ She's always there for you whenever you get drunk no matter the situation

Maki Harukawa

~ Yeah parties aren't really her thing really well at all but you get the point

~ But if her S/O insists that they want her to go then fine, she'll go for their sake

~ When you two arrive it's just havoc there, she tries to stay with you but the huge amount of people split you up somehow and that's a big problem

~ It takes her a while to find you and after asking people where you was in kind of a blunt way, she has no clue where you were

~ So yeah this party was a horrible idea

~ She finally hears a familiar voice in the crowd of people and heads straight towards it

~ Turns out you were quite flirtatious while drunk so

~ ohh god

~ Her S/O while drunk is quite a handful to be honest with you, she tries giving her S/O a glass of water to help but they just went off and started to freaking talk to a stranger

~ Yeah, Maki is taking them home right now thank you very much

~ She listens to them babble while walking home and at home because they refused to sleep when she asked them to

~ She acts annoyed with them but then again she can't leave them alone like they could get up to whatever stuff like this which is concerning

~ After trying to soothe them down, it actually works for a change and they start to fall asleep

~ Maki is relieved that her S/O is finally asleep and prepares some things for their hangover in the morning

~ Next time she won't let S/O next to any alcohol again

Himiko Yumeno

~ Oh a party? Sure let's go…

~ She’ll doze off at the start of it to be honest since you wanted to spend some time together and all

~ She was dozing in the corner of one of the rooms and then she suddenly woke up and started to slowly realise what was going on around her

~ Huh…? Where's S/O?

~ She steadies her way up and tries to find them with the problem of a huge wave of people towering her

~ When she finds you, you are clinging right onto her for some odd reason

~ She doesn't understand why you aren't this clingy and you don't say random silly things like that at all, what could this mean?-

~ Ohhhhh, now she gets it

~ You're drunk in fact scratch that you're very drunk, seems like she has been asleep for too long to notice that you was going to drink a lot at this party

~ She didn't know that you was the person to drink so she was a little surprised but nonetheless calm about it because it wasn't anything urgent

~ She tries getting you out of the party which was much easier than she thought it would be since you was so close to her in the first place

~ Had a hard time getting you back home though since you kept swaying around while in close contact with her making you two walk all around the place

~ Finally we have arrived home!

~ And Himiko instantly goes to the couch to nap again with you along side her due to you still being clingy as hell

~ When you do wake up, you have a huge hangover and Himiko tries her best to help by using her magic to make the pain go away

~ You insist that you just need some painkillers and water rather than magic in this situation

Angie Yonaga

~ You two are immediately heading towards this party you've been invited too and you brought along Angie as well

~ You two split your ways after being torn apart by the crowd of random strangers and some familiar faces

~ At first Angie didn't notice that you wasn't by her side then it dawned on her that you wasn't beside her like usual so she was on a search for you

~ She finally sees you in the crowd and goes in running to you

~ When she reaches you she realises one thing, that S/O was drunk as heck

~ It kinda concerns her that you are drunk and you are falling all over the place because it seems like you are very tired

~ She doesn't really know what to do in this situation so she tries to pull you out of the party without you fainting on top of her

~ You do wobble a bit but she manages to at least make it to the entrance which is good

~ Now then to make it all the way back home, this is going to be challenging

~ But she does it! And when she gets home she brings you to bed so you can finally drift off without hurting yourself by falling onto the floor

~ She asks God for advice on what to do and to make sure the pain wouldn't be as strong when her S/O wakes up

~ After she receives an answer on what to do next, she is off preparing things for the hangover

~ When you do wake up surprisingly there wasn't much pain as you thought it would be and Angie is there to give you what you need to help it completely

#mod kiibo #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #ndrv3 #ndrv3 imagines #ndrv3 girls #kaede akamatsu #miu iruma #tsumugi shirogane #tenko chabashira #kirumi tojo #maki harukawa #himiko yumeno #angie yonaga

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