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simpleserendipity · 3 years

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Drive Safely then | Calum Hood | Mature

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (friends with benefits, college calum)

Warning: smut, talk about sex, blow job

Word count: 2,301 words

You sit, clicking your pen, again and again, waiting for the bell to ring in your last period class, History. Your history teacher drones on about something, a war maybe? You couldn’t help but let your mind drift to thinking about Calum, you kept thinking of the feeling of his hands sliding up your skirt slowly or his mouth trailing your body. You shake your head, turning your attention back to reality. You pull out your phone and start a text to Calum. It's been a full year since your arrangement with Calum started. You were a junior and he was a senior when it started. Now he’s in university and you’re finishing your senior year. He's a well-known soccer player at the local university and you're what you would call a slut at the local high school. You decided that it's beneficial for both of you, instead of sleeping around, you can just call each other for a hookup anytime. You could avoid the high school boys with their gossip and he could avoid the drama of girls wanting to be the girlfriend of the star player. It was exciting seeing an older boy with his own apartment because it wasn’t just hooking up in cars or bedrooms with families downstairs.

ME: What are you doing after school?

You set your phone on your thigh waiting for a response. You feel your phone vibrate quickly after.

CAL: Want me to pick you up?

You smiled.

ME: I hoped you would say that.

CAL: I'll be outside.

You set your phone down on your thigh and start to pack up your things. You had two minutes till class was over, it was the longest two minutes of your life, knowing that you could see Calum after this. It’s been two weeks since you last saw each other, you had gone longer without seeing him but recently you’ve been itching to see him. You just wanted to go see Calum. The bell rang and you got up as fast as you could. You were the first out of the classroom and you went storming down the hallway.

"Oooh ______ is practically running, she never does that," Your best friend says as he follows me down the hall, "Unless ______ is on her way to hook up with a certain someone..." He laughs. It wasn’t like it was a total secret but you didn’t want anyone to start talking about your relationship with Calum.

You flip him off, "Maybe I am," You laugh with an eye roll, "I'll talk to you later, Love you."

"Alright, love you." He laughs and goes in a different direction.

You get out the front of the school and down the steps. You had to hold yourself back from skipping to his car because of how excited you are. You head straight into the parking lot not stopping for anyone even after you hear people calling your name, waving hands at you. You see Calum's black truck, parked in the front row with the engine running. Calum sat in the driver's seat, on his phone. You get to the car and hop in. You throw your backpack on the floor and get buckled. You look over and see he’s wearing his soccer warm-ups with a beaning on his head, he must have come from practice this morning. Calum often picks you up from school since it’s the easiest place to meet him without getting questions from your parents.

"Took you fucking long enough," He leans over and kisses you slowly, just enough to tease you a bit he breaks apart and starts the car, “I was about to leave you here.” He snaps, you knew he didn’t mean it but you loved when he was like this and he knew that.

"Sorry Calum," You hummed lightly, shifting to press your thighs together, embarrassed of how turned on his simple words could make you, "I was on the opposite side of the school."

“Of course you were.” He rolls his eyes.

“I was,” You defend yourself quickly, “How was your day?”

Calum laughs, “Fine, boring as hell.” His hand finds a place on your knee,

“How was your day?”

“It was alright,” You shift lightly so the denim skirt you had worn today slid up,

“Pretty boring. I was thinking about you in class today.” You leaned closer to the center console.

“What did you think about?” Calum’s thumb traces circles around your knee.

“You want to know?” You giggled.

“Tell me what you were thinking about, baby girl.”

“Well,” You leaned across the console, pressing your chest against his arm, “I was thinking about how your hands would feel going up my skirt and the things your fingers can do to me or how your mouth feels on my skin or the way you taste.” You sit back in your seat as he backs out of the parking spot.

"Fuck," he mutters and moves a hand right to your inner thigh, fingers tracing circles around the soft flesh, "I can't wait to get out of here."

"Me either," You move his hand off of you.

"What the hell?" He turns and looks at me with shock, not used to you rejecting his advances in a moment like this.

"Shut up." You tell him, pulling your hair out of your face.

“What the hell do you mean ‘shut up’?” He snaps, looking around at the cars surrounding us as we wait in the afterschool traffic.

“I said shut up.” You repeat yourself as you unbuckle and move your hands over to his jeans. You move your hand over to palm him for a moment and he lets out a slight groan. You move to the waistband of his sweats.

You pull his dick out of the sweats slowly, "______, we’re literally still in the school parking lot..." He laughs, “You’re so eager today aren’t you?”

"I can't help yourself, it’s been two weeks," You said before you leaned down to kitten lick the tip, "I just want you now." You continued to lick slowly around the tip.

"Fuck," he groans as you took him in your mouth, "You're gonna get it later, baby girl." He takes one hand from the steering wheel and tugs at your hair. You moan as his grip on your hair tightens. You bob your head up and down at a tantalizing pace as he exits the parking lot. Finally moving at a regular speed compared to the way the car crawled through the parking lot earlier.

Calum drove very fast, probably going way above the speed limit, "Cal?" You pull off all the way and his hand comes away from your hair.

“Yes, baby?” He asks, turning to look at you before turning back to the road.

"You're going way over the speed limit aren't you?" You look up through your eyelashes.

"The faster you get to your house the faster I’ll get to feel that sweet body of yours on mine, baby girl." He shrugs and smirks. You smile and push your thighs further together at his words. Calum’s hand comes back into your hair and you go back to sucking him off. You feel his grip on your hair tighten, a sign that he is close, “I’m so fucking close.” He groans, “You’re gonna fucking kill us if you continue.”

You popped up for a minute, “Drive safely then.” You leaned back down before you giggled against his cock, the vibrations made him lose it. He finishes in your mouth. You pull up and look at him while swallowing. You carefully put his dick back in his pants for him, leaning back into your seat.

"You're so gonna get it..." You giggle and he pulls up in front of his apartment building. He parked in the spot next to one of his roommates, Ashton. It seems like Ashton is the only roommate here right now since Michael and Luke’s cars are missing.

You hop out of the car and leave your backpack in the car. You meet Calum at the front of the car. His arm wraps around your waist, hand resting loosely on your hip as he guides you up the stairs to your apartment. You get up the stairs and you get to the door and he unlocks the door with his free hand. Calum pushes the door open and you go in first with him following you. You get inside and head down the familiar hall, landing on the very last bedroom. You throw the door open, Calum coming in right after. You get into his room and toss off your shirt and shuck your shoes to the side before he even closes the door. He shuts the door, tosses his shirt to the side, and comes behind you. Calum puts his hands on your hips as his lips find your neck softly peppering around before finding the sweet spot below your ear. As soon as his lips touched that spot, you leaned your head back into his chest with a moan. He sucks on that spot a bit, sure to leave a purple mark behind which made you groan in annoyance. Your hands are busy unbuttoning your skirt, once the skirt is unbuttoned, you peel it off leaving you in a black lace bralette and red lace underwear. You mentally kicked yourself for not wearing a matching set today. His hands and lips detach from your body momentarily as he pulls his shirt off. Calum’s hands returned to your hips and moved around to get your underwear off. His lips moving to the base of your neck, definitely marking you up again.

Calum pulls back to look at you, “What is it with you and always wearing lace?” He eyed you up and down before returning to your neck, not waiting for an answer.

“I like it.” That was all you said between broken moans.

Calum pulls off of you, spinning you around to look you in the eye. You pull his sweats down slowly, you lean in and start kissing his neck. Calum pulls you off and walks you back, your knees hitting the bed before your back hits the mattress. He lies you on your back before he leans back in and begins kissing your neck as he hovers over you. You tangle your hands in his hair, biting your lip to suppress your moans, not wanting to be so loud since Ashton was still there. After a moment you pushed Calum over so that he lied on his back. You swung one leg over his hips so that you were straddling him with your hands resting on his chest.

He bites his lip and looks at you, "God I love this," He puts his hands on your hips, fingers digging into your hips, enough to leave bruises tomorrow. You didn’t understand his need to mark you up every time he touched you and it annoyed the hell out of you but no matter what you said, he would always claim it was an accident. You should’ve stopped to chastise him right then but you were more excited to get onto it. You kiss his lips quickly, then you move down his jaw, neck, and down his chest, to the hem of his boxers. You put your fingers on the edge and stop to look at him, "You are desperate to please today aren’t you?” He teases.

“It’s been too long.” You huffed.

“Well then,” He crosses his hands behind his head, “Don't let me stop you then." Calum shoots you a shit-eating grin.

"I won't," You smile as you begin to pull the hem down slowly, you're interrupted by a knock on the door. The knock startles both of you and you scramble off of Calum. You pull a pillow in front of your chest to hide from the person at the door and sit on your knees as he gets up angrily.

He cracks the door slightly, "What?" He spits through his teeth, you peek around him to see Ashton standing there.

"Dude don't yell at me," Ashton scoffs, "I just came to tell you that coach just called a mandatory meeting tonight so I would get dressed."

"Fuck," Calum turns to look at you, you worldlessly get up, scrambling to get dressed, "Thank you, Ash." Ashton nods before leaving. You pulled your shirt over your head again. Then you wrap your skirt around you, buttoning it quickly.

“This bites.” You groaned as you turned back to see him buttoning his pants. You finished buttoning your skirt. He slipped his t-shirt back on.

You bent over to slide your shoes on as he comes over behind you and puts his hands on your hips, "I’m sorry we got interrupted, I'll call you tonight?”

“Yeah, whatever.” You groaned as you knew that he wouldn’t call and it might be another week before you see him again.

“I’m sorry,” Calum rolls his eyes, “I didn’t think that coach would call a meeting this late.”

“It’s fine,” You huff and try to roll it off, only Calum can tell how irritated you are, “Don’t worry about it.” You turned to walk out only for Calum’s hand to catch yours.

“Actually baby,” He pulls you chest to chest with him, “How about you stay and I’ll make the meeting quick?” He says with his lips ghosting yours, “Or maybe I won’t go at all.”

You leaned forward and locked your lips moving softly, “You should go,” You said as you pulled off, “But I’ll definitely be here when you get back if you can make it quick.” You leaned in kissing his lips again before he pulled away with a smirk on his lips, heading for the door.

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spookyboywhump · 3 years

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Oooh boy, this got LONG (3,036 words), and the whumpiest part ain’t even till towards the end, my bad

It’s Valentine’s day in the Bad Timeline and nobody is really vibing

CW: Pet whump, creepy whumper, intimate whump, very brief nsfw mention, brief emeto mention, hand whump, beating, strangulation, nonsexual noncon touch

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He had a bad feeling about this, staring down at the boxes in front of him. Nicholas had presented them to him that morning before locking him and Cain in the bedroom, after warning him it would be in his best interest to accept the gifts and be looking presentable in the next few hours. Hours had passed though and he still hadn’t done much but stare at the white boxes, decorated with blue silk ribbons.

“You should be thankful,” Cain said, and Wren almost hit him, “The last gift he gave me was my fucking collar.” He said bitterly.

“I don’t think any of this is going to be better than a collar.” He muttered.

“He’s going to be back any minute now, you might as well get it over with.” He hated to admit it but he knew he was right, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with more than Nicholas’ attitude. Finally, he started opening the gifts, discarding the ribbons to the side, which Cain didn’t hesitate to pick up and start fidgeting with. Wren could tell he was bitter that Nicholas hadn’t left him anything, and he would’ve felt bad for him if not for the fact that he already knew he didn’t want a single one of these gifts.

Inside the boxes he found a new outfit to add to the growing wardrobe Nicholas had for him. More pretty clothing that he only hated because it came from Nicholas, and he wasn’t particularly fond of the new earrings, or the headband with a bow hanging off it, however, he did like the idea of kicking Nicholas with the new shoes he’d been given. Nicholas had gotten rid of his beloved red converse a long time ago, and barefoot kicks simply weren’t cutting it.

“He’s disgusting…” He muttered more to himself.

“It could be worse.” Cain said. “You’ve seen the kind of things other owners will make their pets wear. I think we’re lucky he’s not that bad.”

“Would you stop making excuses for him?” He snapped at him. “I know you have some sick crush on him but I don’t, and I don’t give a damn how good he is compared to other owners.” He said, not looking up at Cain as he looked over the envelope Nicholas had left him, addressed to Love. He opened it, and cringed at what looked like a typical flowery Valentine’s Day card. He didn’t even bother reading it, opening the card to see if there was anything worthwhile inside. A part of him thought it would be really funny to find money, but instead he found something else, he found photos. His breath caught in his throat, he dropped the card and frantically shuffled through the photos, Cara, Lila, Alec, Zander, even Alondra. They were all clearly taken without the subject’s knowledge, they were all recent, and Wren swore he was going to be sick. Cain had picked up the card when he’d dropped it, but now he was holding it out to him.

“You might want to read this…” He said softly, and Wren snatched it from him. Nicholas hadn’t written anything exceptionally creepy, not in the way Wren expected anyway. Instead he’d just left a simple, direct message.

”Behave and you can keep the photos- and keep the people in them safe.”

Out of anger, he dropped the photos and tore the card in half, tearing it up into small pieces before getting to his feet, angrily pacing the room. He was more scared than anything really, his heart pounding away in his chest.

“That fucking creep.” He muttered angrily. “I’m so-so fucking sick of him! What the fuck is he gonna do, he- he can’t- he can’t hurt them-!”

“If he got you, then he can get them.” Cain said, looking through the photos. “Fuck- Zander looks like a wreck.” He muttered, and Wren stormed over, snatching the photos from him. He held them close to his chest for a moment, anxiously looking around the room before going over to the bookshelf, grabbing a random book off it and sticking the photos between the pages, memorizing the title before putting it back where he’d gotten it. He’d never seen Nicholas touch any of those books, and he knew that his safest bet to keep the photos would be to keep them out of sight. Even if Nicholas wanted to take them he likely wouldn’t be able to find them, and while he couldn’t do much to keep the actual people safe, it did make him feel a little better.

He knew he was running out of time so he finally changed into the clothes Nicholas had left for him, swearing and muttering the entire time. He felt ridiculous when he looked at himself in the mirror, though he was glad it wasn’t one of the more revealing looks, he still didn’t like the big bow hanging off the shirt, he thought the headband was a bit too much, and he got so frustrated trying to get the earrings he was wearing out to switch them that Cain had to get up and help him. He hated letting him near him, he was still getting used to the shift in their dynamic, really he wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to it at all.

He’d just barely finished getting ready when Nicholas returned, the sound of the door unlocking startling both of them. Cain backed off of him, and for now, Wren tried to play nice with his new owner. He didn’t flash him a big fake smile and greet him with love and adoration in his voice, but he did tone down the glare he gave him, keeping his hands behind his back for now so Nicholas wouldn’t see his hands clenched into fists. The man smiled as he looked him over, he seemed pleased with his work and that was enough to make Wren angry all over again, though he kept his face blank.

“You look beautiful, Love.” He said as he approached him, and Wren held still as he stood in front of him, reaching up to tilt his chin up.

“Thank you.” He said through gritted teeth, and Nicholas seemed more amused than anything.

“You’ll behave for me, right?” He asked, and Wren nodded as he subtly pulled away from him.

“Of course, sir.” He said, having to force himself back into the behavior he’d exhibited with Cain. Nicholas slipped his arm around his shoulders, and spared a glance at Cain.

“We’ll be back later, darling.” He told him, and Wren could see the way his face fell. He didn’t like it, but he couldn’t help but feel slightly bad for him. He knew if they could trade places he’d gladly return him to Nicholas’ attention. For now he was stuck with him, led away to simply be a pretty accessory to the man for the time being.

***

He knew he shouldn’t have been angry at him, he didn’t have a say in it, he didn’t want to be here, but Cain couldn’t help it. He sat on Nicholas’ bed with his knees pulled up to his chest, struggling to blink back tears.

Things weren’t good before. He was still a pet, Nicholas treated him like a toy at the best of times and like a horrible, misbehaving mutt at the worst of times. But the longer that Wren was here, the more he was beginning to feel that maybe, being a toy wasn’t so bad. It hadn’t even been that long but he missed Nicholas’ affection, he missed being held by him and he missed the feeling of his hand carding through his hair. He wasn’t sure if he was doing it to hurt Cain on purpose, but it was obvious which pet he liked more. Wren was at his side more often, Wren was treated like a delicate, fragile thing when he behaved, and when he was good Nicholas would let him sleep next to him- more like he forced him to, really- while Cain was confined to a cage. At this point, he only gave Cain attention when he wanted to hurt him or when he wanted to fuck him, though the two often overlapped.

He reached up and angrily wiped at his eyes. He never once thought he’d be this hurt and jealous over Wren of all people. He’d been jealous of Zander before, incredibly so, and really he knew that Nicholas was unnaturally, creepily interested in the boy since the beginning. He didn’t think it would turn into this though, and he should’ve felt bad for Wren, he should’ve wanted him safe but he hardly cared about the circumstances, he just wanted him gone.

He hated to admit it, but he wanted his master back.

***

He had been walking on eggshells the entire time he’d been with Nicholas. It was easy through his meeting, if not a little embarrassing to kneel at his side like an obedient dog. He’d tried to keep some distance between them but Nicholas had grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to rest his head against his leg and let him play with his hair, the most attention he gave him while he talked with the other man. He couldn’t stand to be so pliant with him, typically he’d have acted out the first chance he got, but Nicholas hadn’t really given him much reason to. Aside from tugging on his hair, he’d been almost nice to him. Wren couldn’t stand it.

He managed to last through the rest of the day, for once keeping his mouth shut, wearily watching Nicholas’ every move, waiting for him to snap, waiting for him to just do something. His fear and anxiety finally got the best of him that evening, not only had Nicholas been generous enough to feed him, he was letting him sit at the table, something he’d never done before in Wren’s short time here.

“What’s the point of all this?” He finally asked, failing to hide the irritation in his voice.

“What do you mean, Love?” Nicholas asked him, as though this was all completely normal.

“All… all of this.” He said, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. “The- The gifts, the keeping me at your side all day, and now this.” He said, gesturing to the table now. “What’s the catch, huh? What are you fucking doing?”

“I’m just treating my love the way I should.” He said with a laugh. “I must say, I didn’t expect you to behave the entire time. I like it though, obedience suits you.” He said, and Wren glared at him. His questioning was interrupted when dinner was finally served to them, and it had been so long since he’d eaten that he couldn’t help but eagerly go to dig in. He paused though, the fork halfway to his mouth before he looked at Nicholas, who didn’t seem to find anything wrong.

“You try it first.” He said, holding the fork out to him.

“Why?” Nicholas asked, one eyebrow raised.

“So I know you aren’t trying to fuck with me. How am I supposed to know whether or not you had them slip something into my food specifically?” He said seriously.

“You’re far too paranoid, but fine.” Nicholas said, allowing Wren to feed him the bite of food, and it took all his self control to not shove the fork down his throat. It did ease his fears though, now that he knew it was safe he finally started eating. At one point Nicholas had to warn him to slow down, he was eating as though it would be taken from him at any moment, he couldn’t help it though. He’d just barely been getting accustomed to eating whenever and however much he liked when Nicholas had taken him, leaving him starving more often than not.

He sat back in his chair when he was done, though he couldn’t bring himself to relax. He knew something was coming, he could feel it, he just didn’t know what. Typically he tried to ignore Nicholas, but he found himself talking to him before he could remind himself to shut up.

“You really don’t have something fucked up planned?” He asked.

“I do not.” Nicholas said, that amused look on his face again. Wren wanted to hit him.

“You want something.” He said bluntly. “The gifts, the card, the fucking photos. You want something and I’m not going to fucking give it to you.” He said, sitting up straight again. It made his skin crawl to think about the things he knew Nicholas wanted from him, but even then if he wanted that so bad he could’ve drugged him, and he didn’t.

“All I want from you is your obedience.” Nicholas told him. “You were perfect for me today, that’s all that I want from you. You just need to be my sweet, well behaved Love.” He said. “My quiet, lovely pet.” Wren was quickly getting sick of this, that rage and defiance he’d buried all day finally bubbling up. He abruptly got to his feet, his hands slamming down on the table.

“I’m not your fucking pet!” He snapped. “I’m not your pet, I’m not your “Love”, I’m sure as hell not your fucking doll! You can’t fucking keep me like this!”

“Can’t I?” Nicholas smiled at him. “Nobody is looking for you. It was all too easy for their miserable, alcoholic friend to simply disappear, likely an accident. Nobody is going to stop me, and nobody is going to rescue you.” He said, speaking calmly, which only further angered Wren.

“I don’t need somebody to rescue me, I’ll get out of this place myself if I fucking have to. You don’t, and you never will own me.” He snarled.

“Are you done?” Nicholas asked him. “You know, I really don’t like lying, Love.” He said, and Wren noticed him grab the steak-knife too late, before he could move Nicholas plunged the blade into his hand, pinning his hand to the table. Wren clapped his other hand over his mouth to muffle his scream, the pain so severe he nearly collapsed, his legs feeling weak all of a sudden. Nicholas stood up now, roughly grabbing Wren by the wrist, pulling his hand away from his face. He leaned in close to him, that cruel smile on his face now. “And saying I don’t own you is a terrible lie.” He let go of his wrist, and Wren sobbed as he wrenched the knife out of his hand. He instinctively pulled his hand close to his chest, struggling to hold back his cries, but Nicholas was quick to drag him away from the table, throwing him to the floor, angry enough to carry out his punishment there in the dining room.

All Wren could do was try to cover his head as Nicholas kicked him over and over again, a particularly well placed blow to the stomach almost causing him to vomit. He tried to get up before it could get worse, but Nicholas hit him hard enough to knock him back down, hard enough he swore he blacked out for a moment. He didn’t get a chance to defend himself, Nicholas got down on the floor with him, straddling his waist and landing another hit on his face, causing his nose to bleed.

“Is this what you wanted me to do to you?” He snarled, his hands wrapping around Wren’s throat, the boy desperately grabbing and clawing at his wrists in an attempt to make him let go. “Do you want me to treat you like a disobedient little bitch? You were doing so well all day long, what do you gain by ruining that?” His grip around his throat got tighter and tighter, cutting off his cries for help, effectively silencing him, only the slightest wheeze escaping his mouth. His vision was going dark, finally his arms fell limply at his sides, and that was when Nicholas let go of him, not moving from his spot on top of him though. Wren gasped for air, taking deep, heaving breaths, only stopping when a cough would wrack his body.

“You stupid, ungrateful bitch.” Nicholas muttered, looking down on him disdainfully. “I’ve been nothing but kind to you all day and you still reject it. And look- you got blood all over your new clothes, you really are good for nothing, aren’t you?” He said, finally getting off him. Wren didn’t move though, he laid there trying to catch his breath, holding his still bleeding hand close to his chest.

He’d been worried, waiting for something to happen all day, he’d been so sure that Nicholas planned to harm in, and in the end it was all his own, stupid fault he got hurt.

***

He stared his reflection down, shuddering as Nicholas trailed a hand down his bare back. His torso was painted with bruises, dark, ugly splotches against his skin, the punishment he earned for daring to lie to his master. On some level he considered himself lucky, he hadn’t been allowed back in the bedroom the night before and when he saw Cain he looked rough, but that didn’t change the fact that he was in so much pain, sore and aching after the beating. There were even bruises around his throat where Nicholas had strangled him, his pretty blue collar doing nothing to hide them.

“It’s a shame you made me do this to you, Love.” Nicholas said, his voice excessively gentle compared to the way he dug his fingers into a bruise on his ribs, causing Wren to wince in pain, screwing his eyes shut.

“I didn’t make you do anything…” He muttered, glancing down at his bandaged hand. He couldn’t believe that simply snapping at him got him all this, he hadn’t even bit him or tried to hit him like he had in the past. He had a feeling that Nicholas was getting tired of him, his defiance was losing its charm and though he didn’t want to admit it, Wren was terrified of what would happen when Nicholas was finally and completely over him.

#valentine's day #whump #my writing #my oc's #wren #cain #nicholas #pet whump #dehumanization #strangulation #hand whump #beating #bad timeline

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funkyhanji · 3 years

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Nuvole Bianche [English | BNHA]

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia (@Horikoshi Kohei) Character(s): Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku Pairing(s): BakuDeku Rating: E Word count: 3298 CWs: Fantasy AU, Established Relationship, Snowed In, Fluff and Smut, Sex, Quirks as Magic, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Barebacking, Dorks in Love, Bottom Izuku

Summary: - «Can't help it, Deku,» Katsuki says. There's the hint of a teasing tone in his voice, as if to prove the statement. «You're stupidly cute.» His spouse-to-be blushes yet his lips give way to the small grin he'd been fighting back. «… And you're stupidly handsome, Kacchan,» he whispers like it's a secret he's kept hidden all this time. -

Katsuki wills a shiver down as he steps past the cave's open entrance, tracking snow at his heels. The magic barrier they put up is thankfully holding steady to keep the cold outside; it's a flimsy solace though. His boots, socks and heavy breeches are completely soaked through; his double wool-lined, crimson cloak drags at his shoulders with the added weight of melting water. His hair sags, the blond spikes limp and frosted over.

He fucking hates winter.

He throws a glare at the inky darkness that's crept upon the mountainside in the last hour; it's barely sunset, technically, but it might as well be the dead of night already with how pitch black the world outside is. If only the weather hadn't gotten so bad so quickly, they would've been home by now. In front of a nice hearth — but alas, after so many months away from Musutafu, it seems Katsuki had forgotten how swiftly a cold but pleasant winter day could turn into a nightmarish snowstorm.

Why did we even decide to come up here?! Katsuki gripes internally, fumbling to take off his frozen leather gloves with numb hands. Right. To get away from annoying people.

He shouldn't have sent Zero up ahead to the castle in favor of hiking back down the mountain by foot. He sighs, curses as his grip on the gloves slips. Then again, the cave isn't big enough for a full grown dragon and two people, so maybe it's better this way.

A faint giggle reaches his ears, compelling Katsuki to look up and pause his struggle.

Green eyes, bright with flames gently dancing in their depths, meet his from across the stone floor. Izuku's covering his mouth with his fist, but Katsuki knows he's smiling by the way his cheeks are raised. The smattering of freckles decorating Izuku's face appear and disappear with the flickering of the fire, almost as if they're playing hide and seek — they'd never win: Katsuki has memorized each and every one —.

«How's it looking out there, Kacchan?» Izuku asks, lowering his hand so Katsuki can see the curve of his lips. He waves Katsuki over; a silent offer to help him remove his uncomfortable gear. «The wind is really strong. I can hear it through the barrier...»

Katsuki scoffs. «No shit,» he says, nearing the fire. «A gust of that motherfucking wind almost threw me off the cliff-side.» Izuku gasps, immediately launching into a worried rant; wide-eyed stare flying over Katsuki's form for any possible injury. «'M fine, Deku. Takes more than this to do me in.»

«Oh, I know, Kacchan,» Izuku laughs, at ease when Katsuki smirks his way.

Katsuki takes a seat next to Izuku, their shoulders and knees brushing as they stare into the flames in silence for a heartbeat. Then Izuku shifts, reaching out to take a hold of his hands and carefully pulling on the iced-over gloves. Katsuki turns to face him, letting the other slip the leather off one finger at a time, ever-so mindful of not using too much strength, as though Katsuki would care if he ripped the gloves.

«Whatever,» he mutters under his breath. He doesn't miss the grin on Izuku's face at that. «And the snow blocked the pass, so we're stuck in here 'till tomorrow anyway.»

«That's too bad.» Izuku looks up at him after removing the gloves and placing them near the fire to defrost. «Everyone was so excited about the pre-wedding feast! We're going to miss it...»

«That was the whole point of hiking the mountain, Deku.»

«Oh, come on, Kacchan! They're here for us, you know…!»

Katsuki rolls his eyes, idly rubbing his stiff hands together to rid them of the chill. «Doesn't mean I have to suffer through it-» he flexes his fingers, cringing when his knuckles pop with a loud crack- «not tonight at least. Tomorrow I'll have no goddamn choice.»

Wordlessly, Izuku grasps his left hand in his. He caresses his thumbs along the cold skin, slow and meticulous. He kneads the pads of his fingers into Katsuki's palm, then moves to Katsuki's own digits, massaging them from knuckle to nail; he does it once, twice, three times, over and over, until the numbness is replaced by pins and needles. Until feeling returns and Katsuki's hand is warm again. Izuku repeats the same process with his right hand.

«How's that? Better?» Izuku asks with a smile which looks even softer than usual. It makes Katsuki's heart speed up.

With the regained sensitivity, Katsuki switches now to grasp the wrist of his consort-to-be, tugging him forward. The surprised sound Izuku makes is cut off as their mouths meet in a kiss; the touch is firm but chaste, purely motivated by a simple need, a subconscious call resonating deep within Katsuki's bones telling him to be closer to Izuku. He feels a hand glide up his other arm, up, up to his neck and his jaw before it buries itself into his hair.

Or tries to.

Green eyes blink open, and in the next second Izuku's pulling back with a crease between his brows. His hand flexes a little, where it rests near Katsuki's ear, and a faint crunching can be heard coming from the hair.

«Storm froze it,» Katsuki supplies with a shrug.

«Oh...»

Izuku takes a better look at him then.

Katsuki can see that attentive gaze picking up on the slight tremble in his frame; the hunch to his shoulders and the way he's leaning toward the fire more than he would usually do — with Katsuki's temperature always running higher than most people's due to his fire-related magic, he's not one to crowd in front of direct heat sources —. He can see the furrow deepen when shining emeralds take notice of the layer of frost whitening and weighing down his clothes.

«Oh, Kacchan, sorry!» Izuku says, now concerned. Katsuki's about to retort that he's fine, but the other keeps going. «You walked around in the snow longer than me, you must be freezing! And here I was, warming up in front of the fire…! I should've went with you after all... we need to, ah, get you out of these icy clothes! Yeah!»

Izuku is fussing over Katsuki as soon as he stops talking.

He makes quick work of taking off the soaked boots and socks, placing them behind him in front of the fire pit. He hovers in Katsuki's personal space, un-clasping his cloak and sliding it off, casting a spell to have it float near the flames to dry — it's a simple incantation he'd been taught by his friend, Ochako, a gravity-specialized mage —. Izuku's scarred hands move from Katsuki's shoulders to his arms, struggling to tug the stiff leather braces down. He almost falls back on his ass when the first one dislodges from his elbow; the squeak he makes too endearing for Katsuki to repress a chuckle.

«Mean,» Izuku mutters, retaking his previous position just within the circle of Katsuki's legs.

There's a wee frown wrinkling his dark green eyebrows.

Katsuki lets Izuku take off his heavy woolen shirt, complying to the silent request to lift his arms. He waits for the other to lay it down on the stone next to the boots; he waits for Izuku to face him again. He's stubbornly trying to keep up his upset demeanor, but it's obvious he's failing from the twitch in the corner of his mouth.

«Can't help it, Deku,» Katsuki says. There's the hint of a teasing tone in his voice, as if to prove the statement. «You're stupidly cute.»

His spouse-to-be blushes yet his lips give way to the small grin he'd been fighting back. «… And you're stupidly handsome, Kacchan,» he whispers like it's a secret he's kept hidden all this time.

Katsuki finds warmth creeping onto his ears and high cheekbones. He's by no means unused to such compliments — he's been showered in praise since a young age, whether he worked hard to deserve it or not —, though he's discovered, with the passing of the years, that receiving them from Izuku never stopped his stomach from somersaulting.

He wonders if the Paladin-in-training is aware of the effect he has on him.

Izuku's palm comes to rest on his chest, above his heart, and Katsuki thinks, maybe he does know.

There's a certain reverence in the way Izuku brushes his hand over his skin, in the way he leans forward to place a kiss in that same spot. Soft, gentle. Katsuki pretends for a moment that the shiver running up his spine is the cold seeped into his limbs from his soaked clothes.

He blinks, and it feels like he's five again.

The first time he lay eyes on Izuku, his whole world had tilted on its axis the second those forest-green irises met his, full of wonder and awe. Katsuki remembers the wide-eyed stare and the cautious steps the shorter boy had taken, getting closer to him with a trembling hand extended toward his newly-pierced ears.

«Do they hurt…?» Izuku had asked, not quite touching him but hovering near one of the ruby studs.

Katsuki had been taken aback by the ethereal beauty of the creature before him; had been rendered speechless, forgetting every lecture on etiquette his parents had been trying to drill into his skull.

He'd shaken his head, grumbling. «Of course not, stupid! I'm the future King, this 's nothin'!»

Izuku had «oooh»ed and smiled, bright and full of admiration. «You're really amazing!» he'd said, cheeks flushed. «I'm Izuku! My mom and I will be living here from now on, I hope we'll be friends!»

Katsuki blinks again, coming back to the present to Izuku moving to press a peck a little higher—his green curls tickling Katsuki's chin—and higher still, one over his jaw, one below his ear.

«Kacchan,» he whispers, no more than a breath exhaled by unconscious reflex. «Kacchan.»

He doesn't have to repeat it a third time.

Katsuki's cups Izuku's face in his hands, brushes their noses together, their lips. The contact is lighter than before yet the sparks it creates are stronger, the intent behind it clear. He bridges the non-existent gap a second time, their mouths parting at the same time; tongues sliding together, slow and passionate, the kiss gaining a more intense quality.

The heat between them gradually growing with it.

Katsuki's free arm wraps around Izuku's waist, bringing him flush to his body. His palm skims the warm skin under his consort-to-be's shirt, settling at the hip and starting up a leisurely rocking. Izuku gasps into his mouth, a short moan breathed in and licked up by Katsuki's tongue. Green eyes crack open a slit to stare into crimson ones, the embers of desire coming to life inside both of them.

«Deku,» Katsuki grunts, husky and hungry.

Izuku racks his blunt nails over his nipples, breaking the kiss to bow his head and run his tongue over them, one at a time; he nips and suckles at them, teases the hardened nubs with his teeth. Izuku spurs himself on with his own whines. His hands squeeze and grope Katsuki's biceps, his shoulders, his nape; they successfully bury in blond hair. Izuku's neck bares for Katsuki — a clear invite to claim —, his jugular jumping with the wild rhythm of his heartbeat under Katsuki's kiss-swollen lips. Izuku's sighs reverberating deep within his bones as Katsuki licks a wet strip up the unblemished skin to his ears.

Izuku's hips jerk sharply when he bites the lobe, the movement slotting their erections together just right, both groaning at the friction. The flimsy barrier of their undergarments and breeches doing little to hide the growing need between them.

«Wanna fuck you so bad, Deku,» Katsuki says, voice gravely and fingers digging into the meat of his consort-to-be's rear. He knows they can't; not right now, without the necessary equipment. It doesn't stop him from craving though. «Wanna feel you around my cock.»

«Yes, Kacchan,» Izuku answers. He arches against his broader chest, his scarred hands quiver slightly as they snake down Katsuki's stomach, fumbling blindingly to undo the belt and string of the damp cotton bottoms. «Please.»

Katsuki's about to tell him it won't be doable tonight, then he notices Izuku gesturing vaguely, feels the faint hum of his innate magic at work. From the corner of his vision, he sees a small terracotta vase teetering in the air toward them. A blond eyebrow quirks in question; his stare lifts from where he's been busy playfully gnawing at a collarbone, until it meets Izuku's blushing face and hazy eyes.

He laughs, delighted and cocky.

«Someone was expecting something ta happen tonight, mh?» he teases, slapping an ass-cheek and enjoying the squeak he gets in return. «Didn't look too sad to be snowed-in-» he snatches the pot before Izuku's control slips and makes it crash on the stone floor- «this why?»

Izuku mumbles, embarrassed and unintelligible.

«Hey, I'm not complaining Deku,» Katsuki reassures, planting a chaste kiss on the other's pouting lips.

«Kacchan, please...»

«Yeah...»

Together, they shift, raising on their knees so both Katsuki's breeches and Izuku's shirt can be discarded. Katsuki then guides Izuku backward, to lay onto the dried, forgotten, forest-green cape — a match to his own crimson one, the Bakugou family crest emblazoned on it in gold; a gift he'd given the other two years prior, when he'd officially proposed to him —. He takes care to cushion Izuku's head against the fur collar and crawls into his space.

He kisses him again, tongue slipping past willing lips to wetly glide alongside Izuku's own. Katsuki moves down the pliant body beneath him, nipping and sucking marks into creamy skin dotted with dark chocolate-brown freckles; tugging and flicking dusky-pink nipples.

Izuku's undergarments are slipped off with deft fingers while Katsuki distracts him with his mouth, blowing raspberries into his stomach and grinning as his breathless pants turn into breathless laughter. A shiver runs up Izuku's spine as the colder air hits his heated skin, and Katsuki's warm hands are there to chase it away. He smooths his palms down along toned legs as far as he can reach without moving from his spot, kneads his fingers into Izuku's thighs and sides, and up his torso.

Only when the bewitching body underneath him is quaking in need, does Katsuki finally pay attention to Izuku's cock. He's hard, flushed an inviting shade of dark pink and already leaking.

«Ya look delicious Deku,» he says, smirking as he lowers himself to lewdly lick a strip of saliva over the underside of Izuku's cock. One hand around the base, the other cupping his balls gently.

«Ka— Kacch… aahn…!»

Katsuki hums, lips enclosing the head, the tip of his tongue pressing into the slit and under the foreskin. He sucks lightly, pleased to hear the choked off gasp from Izuku. Katsuki swallows him down painstakingly slow, with almost-lazy bobs of his head and flicks of his tongue, barely-there strokes and caresses with his hands — he loves torturing the other like this, the sounds he can pry out of Izuku music to his ears —. He loves feeling him squirm and cry out.

Katsuki pulls off to take a breath, snatching the vase with the lotion in the meantime, popping the cork off and settling it next to them.

«H-hurry, Kacchan…» Izuku says, staring up at him with glazed eyes, the green overshadowed by dilated pupils.

Katsuki huffs, pretending to be irritated. «Impatient, are we?» He can't blame him though, his own dick is stiff and throbbing in his undergarments, longing to feel the other's heat surround him.

He dips two fingers into the pot; the transparent, viscous lotion coats his hand when he takes them out and spreads it over his palm. Soon after, he's teasing a circle around Izuku's entrance with a slick finger. Izuku whines, writhing on the cape as he tries to make the digit slip inside; when it does, he sighs such a delighted «yesss», it resounds even inside Katsuki's chest.

«Fuck, Izuku...» he groans, leaning in to sloppily kiss him while he works his finger deeper. «'S been a while, huh.»

«Yeah… ah!» Izuku nods, his hips rocking onto the hand between his thighs.

The wedding preparations have kept them both busy for the better part of last month — the constant ebb and flow of people coming in, to teach Izuku to dance; to choose decorations and food and music. Court meetings for foreign dignitaries, training —, leaving too little time and energy to enjoy their hard-earned intimacy with nothing but cuddling and simply sleeping together.

This snowstorm has been a nice opportunity to… catch up on that.

Katsuki is as quick yet thorough as he dares. Neither of them wants to cum without being connected, but they're also coiled too tight after so long; this round isn't going to last.

He's scissoring and spreading and curling three fingers inside Izuku for what feels like hours, rubbing grounding circles on his hip with his free hand. He kisses, sucks and nips at the expanse of skin at his disposal to add sensations at odd times. He brings Izuku to a dry orgasm; he's sobbing and quaking, straining to stroke his dripping cock but Katsuki restrains his wrists with his hand.

Only then does he take out his fingers.

«Ah… haa, Ka… Kacchan— shit, please— need you in-inside...»

Katsuki's answer is a low groan. His undergarments are tossed to the side hastily; he slicks up his cock, lotion mixing with his copious precum, and lines up to Izuku's ass. He drapes the other's legs around his waist, Izuku understanding the implicit prompt to link his ankles behind his back.

Katsuki pushes in, the glide easy and painless after the generous preparation and the slackness from Izuku's previous orgasm. He bottoms out with a rasping breath, his nerves aflame.

«F-fuck,» he stutters, biting his lower lip and scrunching eyes closed in concentration. «Won't last… long, De-Deku… Fuck— ya feel so good...»

«Y-you t-too Ka— nnh!— Kacchan!»

«Shit— 'm movin'...»

Katsuki takes a breath, bracing himself as he pulls out halfway before pressing back in. The pace he sets is swift; thrusts inelegant but precise, the angle good enough for him to brush Izuku's sweet spot just right. His hips snap back and forth. Izuku arches under him, meets his thrusts with his own wild ones, bucking onto the cock pounding into him with shudders and moans and calls of Katsuki's name.

The wet slap of skin on skin is loud and lewd, a perfect counterpoint to their mingled sounds and the crackling of the fire.

«S-shit— Izu… ku— nngh!»

Katsuki's movements falter. He throws his head back with a groan, eyes squeezed tight as he buries himself deep inside Izuku, filling him up spurt after spurt. In the haze of his climax, Katsuki languidly strokes Izuku to orgasm. He grins smugly through the rush of endorphin when the other cums without even trying to take matters into his own hand.

«Kacchan...» Izuku says a minute later, breath almost back to normal and snuggled into Katsuki's chest.

«Mmh?»

«You were really pent up, a lot came out… how am I going to clean up? We don't have enough water for a bath and-and you know it gets, uhm, uncomfortable to have se-semen up there for too long so— waah!»

Katsuki cuts him off by abruptly flipping him over, hands grabbing Izuku's sides and bending down to bite at a round ass cheek.

«I'll just eat my cum and your ass out then.»

«Wha— Kacchan, no! Wait a— ah!— Kacch… oh! Oh!»

Katsuki laughs a little meanly. «You're gonna walk up the throne room and get married with a fucking limp tomorrow, Deku— 'm gonna fuck you so good.»

#bakudeku #katsudeku #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bnha #this was written for the bkdk secret santa 2018 #funkys fics

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Round IX of MC:SM Mafia 👥

THE 9TH ROUND OF MAFIA

What you did was go exploring and discovering new worlds, new stories. Yet, you never expected to end up in a place as strange as this.

Endermen… just… endermen everywhere! You have never seen anything comparable! Well, besides the end, but… this was a swamp! Anyhow, there was something in the wind. Something familiar, yet so odd… you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

Luckily, as you made your way through the wetland – constantly looking down on your feet to avoid triggering any of these oversensitive social phobics –, you hit your head right into an entrance door of a big mansion. Oh, it should be well lit in there – and that would mean that you could finally lift your head again! Seriously, your neck started to hurt badly.

So you knocked, and to your relief, someone opened it.

A person, completely covered in black and wearing a big, white pumpkin on their head, was this someone. You could see long, vividly red hair coming out of it. It reminded you of something… wait.

You turned around to glance at the swamp you were in- which was a bad idea.

Thousands of endermen were staring at you, as you stared back… your glance captured by theirs… if you would look away just for one second-

"Here, this pumpkin will shield your eyes from meeting the endermen’s!", the resident yelled and put it right on as you continued to stand there, petrified.

It should’ve helped, but… the endermen… just… continued to… to… stare…

"Alright, are you gonna come inside or what?", the resident asked. But you didn’t dare to move.

So they pulled you inside with force, and closed the door behind you.

"There, you’re safe in here. We have food, we have beds, everything you need. I don’t know myself where all these endermen are coming from, they just started to appear out of nowhere this evening… but anyway, do you happen to have a green flint & steel?"

You had to look out of the window – there it was, still watching you.

"Hellooo… are you listening??"

Those magenta, creepy, soul-eating eyes…

"Hey, I’m talking to you, I need the FLINT & STEEL!"

Even though they were not torturing physically, mentally, you could feel your sanity fading away…

"Urgh, FINE! You try one time to be nice, and this is what you get…"

You shrieked and nearly tripped turning around as you heard footsteps – oh, it was from the stranger… as they walked away… wait. The red hair, the mansion in the swamp- this person must be CASSIE ROSE!!! AND THERE WAS NO ESCAPE!!!

Dear guests, it is time. T

o hide.

BEFORE THEY STEAL YOUR SOUL!

But maybe there’s someone else you shouldn’t have triggered…

Story note: Ellegaard finally had managed to craft a command block and after all these years of research and trying, she wanted to try it out so badly – but since the whole wither sturm event, the use of command blocks was banned in her dimension. So, what else to do than visit new dimensions to experiment with her command block!

However, she was really unhappy when she realized that the first world she hopped into was in a swamp, near nightfall… urgh! How she hated these slimes – oh, yes, that’d be the perfect use of her new command block! Just… set the biom to… end… there we go, that should solve the problem!

…Wait, why are suddenly thousands of endermen appearing out of nowhere-

☀ Results of Day 1:

Harper wished everyone a good morning.

🌑 Results of Night 1:

Well, yes, endermen are kinda creepy, but for everyone to be this reticant… they were really overreacting, in Harper’s humble opinion! …Or were they? The more she thought about it, the more unsure she became – and as she peeked outside the window and met an enderman’s eyes, she suddenly was so petrified she couldn’t even move! She loosened from her rigidity when she heard a sardonic meow behind her. Dang it, that darn kitty stayed with her! She tried to pick him up, only for him to leave a quite aching wound on her hands. "Ow! Stupid cat!" Anyway, Winslow being here can’t mean good news, so she stayed alert and ready to fight.

Seriously, though… how rude of everyone! How rude to not answer a simple question, on which CASSIE’s life depended on… Looks like sje had to get the FLINT & STEEL the hard way, so she made her way to the living room and thought about her next action. Not being too glad being all alone, she decided to stake everything on one room: The kitchen. Meanwhile, Winslow would prevent anyone from coming to the entrance hall. It was the perfect plan! …Except that it didn’t work out. Not in the slighest. Dang it!

…Yeah, if anyone caught the wind of Ellegaard’s command block- they would throw them out to deal with them. That could not happen. So she participated in the big silence and sneaked off to the dining room when no one was looking. Luckily, nobody followed her, so she could exhale and… wait, what if someone comes here!? She considered activating a trap, but then again, she didn’t really want to kill someone innocent. But, then again… she needed to defend herself! Although, how would she be able to defend herself when she had to deal with neck tension from sleeping on chairs? And so the decision was made: She would rest well in the bed chamber and deal with all her problems later!

Oh, Gabriel was not scared of no mobs, especially not endermen! But he was kinda intrigued by the idea of just staring at someone the whole night… maybe he should try it for himself? Hopefully Lukas won’t mind if he stared at him for a bit! Lukas sure seemed to be super afraid to sleep in the dark. "You can’t just cover all the windows, it’s the only light source!", they yelled at Stacy. "I can’t sleep without lights on!" Somehow, that did persuade Stacy to not cover up all the windows with books, and Lukas went to sleep, probably very soothed from knowing he won’t have endermen nightmares tonight. He slept through until morning, unlike Gabriel.

Endermen are terrifying, so as soon as night fell, Lukas went to hide in the library and cuddled Dewey to calm his nerves. He was even more terrified when he noticed Stacy trying to cover up all windows with books. "You can’t do that, the windows are our only light sources!", he yelled. "I can’t sleep without lights on!" Somehow, that successfully dissuade Stacy from actually doing it, so Lukas could go to sleep without having to worry about nightmares from those endermen. Yay for him!

Maya liked to act as if she didn’t have any fears, but, to be honest… endermen are super scary! In fact, she was so frightened by them, she couldn’t even move… so she continued to stare outside to the window when everyone else was going to hide somewhere else. When she realized that she was still here, standing in front of the window, she recovered herself and looked around. Oh no, Winslow was here, that’s not good… she should better flee to the attic while she still could! …She thought to herself and headed to the door, but she saw the source of all problem already being in the hallway, waiting to scratch any bypassers. No way she would try to deal with him!

Shudder… endermen are scary, but luckily Stacy had Wink to protect her back. Still, she couldn’t stand to see what was going on outside any longer, so she went somewhere where she could cover the windows with a load of books – the library! Ugh, the nerves of some people. "You can’t just cover all the windows, it’s the only light source!", "I can’t sleep without lights on!" Lukas sure was determined to not let Stacy have some peace, so she tried to keep herself busy brewing potions all night.

☀ Results of Day 2:

Harper thanked the goodness for zero deaths today, then got upset saying Winslow was with her. The grown kitty sneered at her and jumped up on a shelf, where he could watch her undisturbed. Harper considered drawing her stone sword, but revealing that she had a weapon wasn’t worth it for this good-forsaken felinae after all. 😼

Instead, she questioned everyone about their whereabouts. Gabriel and Ellegaard answered, also stating who was with them. Stacy then asked if anyone was with Harper, and Harper confirmed that Maya was with her.

🌒 Results of Night 2:

The kitty didn’t do anything… for now. But will he continue following Harper? Only one way to find out – to the bed chamber! And, look at that, she was alone there… oh, no, nevermind, here comes Maya- Her gladness over Winslow not having followed her quickly faded when she saw Maya’s pumpkin-head. She has been following Harper around it seems, and that could only be a bad sign… or coincidence. Either way, since Harper was pretty tired, she just asked her to not kill her and went to bed. And, to her relief, it turned out to not have been too much to ask for after all!

After the disaster that was the first night, CASSIE was determined to do it better this time around, so she told Winslow to stay put and went back to the living room. Oooh, nice party here! Three traps for three people, she couldn’t have wished for better conditions! Now, she only had to hope that they’ll be good and go to sleep, so CASSIE’s traps could hit… and- they did! Well, one of them, anyway.

Ellegaard wondered if it was a good idea after all to reveal exactly where she had been last night… welp, another problem she would deal with when she crossed that path! For now, though, she figured the best idea was to stay in the entrance hall and observe – no, not the endermen, that was a bad idea. Instead, she stared Winslow into his evil green eyes… and shivered! Looks like he won’t go away! She pondered about how to get away from this fluffy yet deadly little tomcat, but figuring that he won’t let her leave anyway, she concluded that the best thing to do right now was to have a little sleepless slumber party with him. Come here, Winslow! Come huuug!!! She chased after him for the whole night. Darn, he’s fast…!

After the enlightening results from stalking Lukas last night, Gabriel decided to do it again. Maybe if he kept stalking him, he could figure out who he really was! So he followed him to the living room and was surprised to see CASSIE and Stacy there, too. Anyway, back to business! Gabriel sat down and stared into Lukas’s very soul – well, for the first few hours, anyway. Slowly but surely, he had to blink with increasing frequency, and longer, and eventually, he drifted off to sleep… …When he clearly shouldn’t have, as he was awakened not by the first rays of sunlight, but by an heavy anvil dropping right onto his head, squashing him into pieces! Ouch!

Lukas had a good, enderman-free visit to the land of dreams, but as soon as he was awaken by the first rays of sunlight, he remembered why he felt uncomfortable in this world. He nervously awaited the end of the conversations in the entrance hall, and headed to the living room to find several people there too! Even though pumpkin faces surely aren’t as terrifying as those of endermen, Lukas wasn’t exactly glad to have this many people around him, so he snuck away to the hallway and hid there, hugging Dewey and nervously waiting for the sun to rise. Luckily, it eventually did, with nothing happening at all… or so he thought-

Last time, Maya missed her entry and had to bear the consequences – but that would not happen a second time! And because she was pretty tired from last night, she chose the best room to go to: The bed chamber! Oh, of course, Harper had to be there, too… she seemed pretty suspicious of Maya, even asking her ever so kindly to not murder her. …It kinda made Maya feel strong and superior, she liked it! Anyway, she didn’t have any murderous plans for now, so she went to bed and enjoyed the beautifully tender mattress.

Fine, so Stacy guessed that the library was where Lukas wanted to stay, but pillows will probably also do as a window cover, so she went to the living room and – OH C’MON!!! She really didn’t want to have another mindless discussion of "Oh, but I need light!" and "You vampire!", so Stacy skedaddled to the attic instead. Luckily, nobody else was there, so she could save her potion of swiftness, too. And THERE WERE NO WINDOWS! Killing three birds with one stone!!!

Gabriel was hit by a trap and died!

☀ Results of Day 3:

Harper asked everybody around who has got a pet and who hasn’t. Stacy, Ellegaard and CASSIE answered, all three technically honestly – although CASSIE at first claimed to not have a pet, but quickly corrected themself. Harper therefore concluded that Stacy and CASSIE were safe. Stacy however reminded her that they could be lying. Despite a friendly reminder from the voice from up above that closets don’t lie, nobody used their voting rights. Lukas claimed to have a pet, too, and Stacy vouched for that.

🌓 Results of Night 3:

Welp, three people have claimed to have a pet… and Harper was not one of them. Uh-oh. Anyway, since she couldn’t decide who to put into a closet, she decided to stay extra safe tonight and headed to the attic – and was relieved to note that no one followed her this time! Relieved, she went to sleep. Until next morning…

Ha! Not only did Harper believe CASSIE’s claim even after she quickly rectified it, the guests also didn’t vote anyone into the closet. How gullible they were! With a slight change to her strategy, CASSIE went back to the living room and sent Winslow to stay in the kitchen. And she was alone – which was only for the better! She set off traps in the library, gallery and dining room. And, the next morning…

It’s a bad thing that Ellegaard is among the suspects, but at least she didn’t get stuck into a closet. Well, actually, no one did… which in turn was a bad thing. But she had a plan – if anyone followed her into the bed chamber, she could set off a trap if she didn’t feel comfortable with them. …And oh my, someone did! At first, she was glad about the company, but in the end she didn’t feel safe around someone who cleary wasn’t a pet owner and wouldn’t respond to her, so she fled to the attic. Until next morning…

Okay, this time, Lukas would seek peace in a room where probably nobody would go to, because of the double traps risk – the dining room! But, of course, Stacy was there… and if that wasn’t enough, she immediately went and hugged his cat. Excuse me, Stacy!? – Wink is yelping for attention! Suspicious of Stacy’s behavior, he signaled Dewey to go sleep on her chest and went to sleep himself. Until, suddenly in the middle of the night…

Maya didn’t want to actively admit that she didn’t have a pet – she really hated narrow spaces, and maybe if she didn’t say anything, the others wouldn’t notice she was even there… It actually did seem to have worked, surprisingly. Nobody said anything… so she sneakily followed Ellegaard to the bed chamber, ready to play the silent detective tonight. She will stalk her until she knows her! But when she entered the room, she suddenly had a serious case of absentmindedness and forgot what she wanted to do at all. She spent the whole night trying to remember, until the next morning…

Being well-rested, Stacy figured she would endure the consequences one more time and actively followed Lukas to end up in the dining room with him. It was all for the kitty – yes, Dewey, you’re who she was talking about! Lukas gave her a confused-slightly worried look as she went and hugged his cat – and Wink yelped jealously. He will definitely forgive her, but still – how could she!?! After a good pet, she went to sleep satisfied. Until next morning…

The Last Night

He felt stared at… watched. Lukas suddenly awoke in the middle of the night, panting, as he had a nightmare about endermen chasing and dismantling him. But even the calming essence of Stacy’s dog beneath him wasn’t enough to calm him down… something wasn’t right-

He suddenly felt the urge to turn around and look at the painting of the chicken jockey behind him. It had never scared him as much as in this moment.

And now he knew why.

Where there used to be two empty, black sockets staring at the viewer’s soul, there were suddenly big, red pupils, staring into Lukas’s widened eyes. And then, in the next moment-

He couldn’t see anything, nor hear anything but a beaming sound, nor feel anything but pain as the red dots revealed themselves to be lasers, blinding Lukas and burning his hair, skin and body alive. It was faster than Lukas could even scream.

Wink of course barked as if there was no tomorrow, but the blinding laser light was too bright for Stacy to see. And then, the next morning…

"Guys, GUYS! Lukas is dead! DEAD-"

"Dead!?"

Harper, Ellegaard and Maya were shocked to hear the news Stacy had told.

"Dead-dead! I heard Wink barking in the middle of the night, there was this bright, red light- I don’t know exactly what happened, but I couldn’t find his drops in the morning, so it must have been a TRAP! All that’s survived is his cat, which I was cuddling this night…", Stacy said and took poor orphan Dewey into her arms. Wink whined sympathetically.

"I can’t believe it… who could do this, and why?! WHY!?, Harper cried. Then, suddenly-

"Oh, c’mon, you know exactly why.", CASSIE said, throwing something shiny in their hand up and down. Actually, it was the Flint & Steel-

"CASSIE!", Stacy screamed, well aware that this could only mean one conclusion. CASSIE must’ve been the one setting off the traps that killed Gabriel and Lukas!

"How could you", she continued, "you soulless monster, you absolute bastard, you never-forgiveable creature-”

"Hey now, listen! When I invited y’all to my mansion, I asked each and everyone of you for the Flint & Steel – completely pacifically, mind you – and no one, not a single person was kind enough to answer a simple question after I’ve just saved y’all from a bunch of endermen. What else should I have done??"

The guests were about to argue back, when suddenly, out of nowhere-

"It’s all my fault", Ellegaard confessed.

"…What?", everyone asked in union.

"It’s my fault those endermen appeared everywhere… I’ll show you how. But first, Cassie, can you crack my pumpkin?"

"Umm… excuse me?"

"Just do it, please.", Ellegaard asked ever so politely.

Cassie pulled out her diamond axe, slowly approached Ellegaard and awkwardly but gently strikes them right on front.

"Ow – That suffices, thank you…", Ellegaard said as she broke apart the pumpkin pieces and revealed her face – it was Ellegaard!

"Ellegaard!? What are you doing there-", Maya asked, more than surprised.

"Well, it’s uh, a long story. – But that’s beside the point. I have a little explanation to do. So…", she took a deep breath and revealed what no one had expected.

"So, after years of research and hard work, I have finally managed to craft… this."

She brang out something some of them had never seen before – a real, blinking command block! Everyone gasped at the sight-

"Why’re you all gasping? What is that?", Cassie asked unimpressed.

"It’s a command block", Ellegaard answered. Cassie’s eyes widened.

"But isn’t that-"

"Extremely rare and powerful? Why, yes, it is." She put it on the ground.

"You’re telling me you crafted that!?"

"I did", Ellegaard proudly responded, quickly followed by a rueful "And that’s the reason why this world is now overflowing with endermen – see, command blocks are forbidden in my world since a certain… incident, so I came to this world, hoping to be able to experiment a bit with it… but it all derailed when I wanted the swamp to end – suddenly, endermen started to spawn everywhere!"

"You set the biome to… the end?", Harper asked surprised. "Well, yeah, I was just trying to – wait… I set the biome to end… to end… to THE end… Oooooh.", Ellie facepalmed herself as the realization sank in. "Now I know what’s going on! Those endermen started spawning because they think it’s their home land!"

"Just set it to the plains or something. Can’t be too hard if you already done it once, right?", Harper suggested.

"Oh my, yes of course- how did I not think of that! Thank you so much!!", Ellegaard said and started typing into the command block.

But before she could finish, Cassie spoke again.

"Enough talking. I’m leaving!"

"Stop right there! We’re still gonna take revenge for Lukas!!", Stacy yelled and ran to grab her arm.

"Let – go – or do I have to resort to more murder!?", Cassie shouted, but Stacy didn’t let go.

"We’ll see who has the upper hand!", Stacy yelled and threw a light blue potion onto Dewey and Wink – was that… a potion of swiftness?

"Wink, Dewey, go and GET HER!"

With that, the two family-friendly pets turned into killing machines and jumped onto Cassie.

"AhhHHHH- Winslow, WINSLOW!", Cassie screamed as she fell onto the floor, dropping her axe and covering her face with her arms.

As called, Winslow appeared – and with him, about one thousand of loudly meowing calico cats. They jumped down from shelves, windows, cabinets – THEY WERE EVERYWHERE! 😼 😼😼😼😼😼😼😼😼

"AHHH! SO MANY EYES! THEY’RE EATING MY SOUL-", Maya freaked out.

"Wink! Dewey! Hang on there-", Stacy wheezed, grabbed Cassie’s diamond axe and swallowed another potion of swiftness. Then, she tried to lift the heavy axe and release it onto Cassie, but Winslow and the thousand other kittys punced onto her, oppressing her by pure weight.

"OWW-", Sea screamed as they all extended their claws and scratched her good. This caused Wink and Dewey to let Cassie be and instead try to help Stacy, but the felinae were too many-

"Good thing I still have THIS-", Cassie said and revealed a bow and arrows, shooting down Harper, Ellegaard and Maya, who where just standing there, watching in terror. Then, she set a big fire in front of them and whistled her cat back.

"Winslow, come here, we’re going home tonight!"

Winslow and the other cats quickly followed, gracefully jumping over the green flames that circumvented Stacy and the others.

"Bye, suckers!"

And with that, the whole mansion and everything burned down. Meanwhile, the sun outside was shining again and endermen started to disappear, like they would on a normal plains biome.

And what happened to the command block, which was inflammable? Well, Cassie didn’t care.

CASSIE has won the game! 👥

#mcsm #episode 6 #mafia

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madamhatter · 4 years

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“hu udran nuca eh dra funmt luimt lusbyna du oui,” read a simple note left on her desk. it seemed to be some sort of message written in cypher. there was no name written, rather, a small doodle of a cat on the corner meant to hint at the sender. odd.

Wedged underneath a surplus of schoolbooks and notebooks on her desk was a folded pink piece of paper that Sophie spotted. It was after school, where most main course having not either attended class, to begin with, or bolted out from the door after they finished the minimal cleaning duties. The hatter herself dedicated as much time to arrive far too early and then leave far too late.

The third-year returned from her voluntary -- if not violent -- cleaning of the hallway outside of 77-A and the most right staircase that led to the classroom. Her thick reddish-brown locks were tied up high in a ponytail with a spare white bandanna wrapped over her head. As she was creating tornadoes with her sweeping and tsunamis with her mopping, it didn’t occur to her that someone entered the classroom without her noticing.

“Alright, let’s see,” Sophie murmurs to herself, wiping off the thin band of sweat over her brow. At her leisure, she quietly retires her trusty broom, Meredith, against the back wall, before approaching the desk. A lackadaisical stretch of her arms over her head and a content yawn then reverberates through her body.

Her brisk, careful footsteps resonate in the empty classroom, conscientious that whoever left this note may have still been observing. Or, was that simply nerves and that pestering dark voice speaking to her anxieties? She rolls her eyes, following procedure to ignore the voice that only grew louder in volume and size, accompanied by more.

Pinching the corner of the paper, Sophie quickly swipes it and left her books undisturbed. Perplexion raises her right brow. Eyes scrutinize the clean creases and folds, reflecting this person was far too familiar with leaving such mysterious notes -- or, they were simply great at using straight edges.

One glance over her right and left shoulders, and one more glance to the window beside her desk, she takes a hazardous step backward. Keeping her back against the wall towards the back of the class, she kept at such a distance where she couldn’t be spotted from the outside.

Index and middle fingers struck out, she runs the paper between them, flattening out the unfolded paper. Her thumbs brush against the paper, ensuring to limit as much pressure that she needs to hold the paper.

A quick briefing over the text and the young woman sighs, mouth frowning in dissatisfaction. None of the letters provided rearranged to make a meaningful and legible sentence for her to understand. The language itself, well, it wasn’t ringing anything familiar to her.

She could’ve gotten the assistance from Martha, the exuberant polyglot of the family, but after the last time she asked for help on something --

“Sooophie! Is this about that girl you can’t stop talking about from your neighboring class again? Did she do something that you SHOULD know? Oooh! Should I say the g-word? Is that she what is, Sophie? Hmmmm?”

It wasn’t going pan out well for her.

The most certain plausibility for her, however, was that the sender was one who encouraged challenge. That much sprouted a calico-like smile on the Hatter. She draws the paper close to her face, hovering near her lips. A content sigh leaves her, her eyes narrowed with determination.

To play decipherer to figure out this code, well, they should’ve given me something actually difficult. I’ll have this solved before sunrise tomorrow.

The identity of the person behind the note, of course, would be as much of a mystery she wanted to solve. But, for now, she had her suspicions tucked into her pocket. She needed to first know what this blasted note says!

challenge accepted! / @koagema

#( checkbooks inquiries and much ; answered asks )#( verse: the ultimate ᶠᵃᶦˡᵘʳᵉ hatter | school life )#( unfamiliar yet gray like the sorceress ; anonymous )#koagema #anonymous #long post tw #long post

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furuba-imagines · 5 years

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A Glimmer of Hope [1]

A/N: I shall be posting requests over the weekend. I started writing this story around 2016 (it’s on my quotev and FanFiction.Net) but bc of the rebooted anime I decided to reboot my own story as well the new anime’s honour :3

Word Count: 2706

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sad character past, mentions of family abuse. Crappy format bc it was posted on mobile app. I’ll fix it up later. For now, enjoy!!

Pairing: Eventual Kyo x Oc

Story Notes:

Bold text is Amélie’s thoughts and inner dialogue.

Italicised text is when Amélie is narrating bits of the story like Tohru does in the anime as well as flashbacks (I will let you know what’s a flashback and what’s not though)

ONE - ENCOUNTERS

Amélie smiled to herself as she breathed in the fresh morning air. She marvelled at how beautiful and blue the sky was and how the white fluffy clouds looked as if they were painted in gentle strokes.

'Oooh yeah, that sun feels so warm.'

The sun shone bright, warming up her pale skin, erasing the goose bumps that littered her exposed arms. Turning back to the small black tent that she currently called home, her lip twitched and formed into a forlorn smile as she looked at the photograph sitting atop a folded pile of clothes in a simple brown wooden picture frame. It was a picture of her when she was six, posing with her mum and dad. Everything was so happy and bright back then... but a dark storm washed all that happiness away and she hasn't really felt it since. Despite the accident that befell them happening so long ago, it still got to her. It still haunted her dreams at night and plagued her thoughts during daylight. She wished she could just stop feeling – it would make things so much easier.

With a heavy sigh, Amélie grabbed her school bag and guitar and secured them both around her back and shoulder respectively. She cast one last glance at the picture before zipping up the tent and making sure it was secure, not that she was worried about anyone breaking in. Not many people passed by this area.

'See you guys soon. I love you.'

Even so, she didn't keep her more valuable belongings in the tent, like her piano keyboard. She kept that safely locked up in the school music room. Normally, she'd leave her guitar there too but she wanted to work on the new song she was writing. But she never kept both instruments in the tent at the same time in case something did happen. She didn't want to risk it no matter how small the chance. A part from the picture, her guitar and piano were the only things she had left of her parents. They were both musicians – her mum sang and wrote and her dad played. Music was one of the only things she still found happiness in. She hoped that one day her music would be played across the world for people to enjoy.

Amélie tugged at her uniform, wishing she had a mirror to check herself with. Amélie was never very fond of the girl's uniform so she wore the boy's one instead. She traded in her skirt and blouse for the pants and collared shirt and paired it with her own plain black Doc Martin's. She felt more comfortable in them than the lace up shoes the school provided. The school faculty stopped carding her after the first two weeks she refused to change. She also liked the fact that she didn't have to worry about boys trying to sneak-a-peak up her skirt. The last boy who tried walked away with a swollen cheek, bruised eye and busted lip. She stood by her actions however.

'The little shit deserved it. He had it coming if you ask me.'

Amélie hadn't always lived in a tent. After the death of her parents, her French side of her family were given custody over her but she wouldn't really call them family. The first thing they did was disown her, cast her out and hand her over to the state orphanage as soon as they could. She ended up living there until she was thirteen after her Japanese side of the family finding out about her and adopting her. Amélie would've preferred to stay at the orphanage since they were more of a family than her actual relatives. By the age of sixteen she had endured enough of their abuse and torment and ran away. She ended up staying at both her friends, Uotani and Hanajima's place for a while upon their insistence but the guilt became too much so she lied about having found good accommodation. In reality, she kept moving from hotel to hotel until she was forced to live in the tent she was living in currently. A glamorous life she liked to sarcastically call it, but she was grateful at least that she wasn't living on the sidewalks or under a bridge somewhere.

"Il ya toujours un arc en ciel après la tempéte!" She quoted to herself. There's always a rainbow after a storm. It was something her mother used to quote quite often.

The forest that she walked through she found to be quite calming and beautiful with all the tall trees and lush greenery. With that being said, feeling a little adventurous this morning and wanting to delay school as much as she could, she decided to take a different route. The more she drifted away from her usual path, the more the forest became increasingly unfamiliar until she had no idea where she was going.

"Fuck sakes," She cursed. 'Why would you even try straying from the main path with your horrible sense of direction? I'm such an idiot sometimes.'

However, much to her surprise, something in the peripherals of her vision captured her attention and halting her steps. To her far right, down a hill was a large clearing that lead to a traditional Japanese looking house. Amélie should've known that a forest as beautiful as this one had to have some kind of estate built upon it. With her curiosity piqued to the max, she couldn't help herself and decided to investigate.

‘A little snooping wouldn't hurt anybody.'

"It's called trespassing Amélie and its illegal," she reminded herself but proceeded to ignore her own warning.

Amélie was careful as she made her way down the hill. Hiding behind a bush, she did a quick look around to make sure the coast was clear before approaching the house.

'At least they don't have to worry about annoying neighbours. Must be nice to live here.'

Coming up close to the porch, Amélie couldn't help but be drawn to little ornaments sitting on a wooden rack. Upon closer inspection, she recognised them as the twelve animals of the Chinese zodiac. She smiled to herself.

"They look so well made and detailed. I wonder how long it took to paint them all..."

"Hello, this is a surprise. We don't get many young girls wondering around these parts."

Amélie bristled at the sudden voice and stumbled backwards, almost falling flat on her ass.

'Shit, shit! You've done fucked up now! Run before he calls the cops on you for trespassing! On second thought... he doesn't look too mad. Just play it cool and maybe you can leave without getting into any trouble.'

"I'm so sorry sir! I was just admiring I swear! I'm not here to cause you any trouble." She barely managed to string her words together without fumbling over them.

The man just chuckled and waved a hand at her. "It's quite alright, no harm done." The man's smile turned pensive. "I just find it hard to imagine that a teenager like yourself would find this place interesting." He mused.

'Oh thank goodness, I'm not in trouble.'

Amélie was quick to shake her head as she knelt in front of the rack, the man following suit. "No, it's a very lovely place. And I especially love these little zodiac ornaments here. Did you make them?" She asked.

"Yes I did. They're a favourite of mine too you could say."

Amélie scanned every rock that had been painted with detail and precision but a frown soon formed on her face when she noticed something missing.

"Of course you left out the cat just like everyone else." She muttered. It was more to herself than to the man in front of her although she realised she must've spoken too loud because of his surprised expression.

"The cat? Oh right, I see. You're referring to the old zodiac folktale." He said in realisation and Amélie nodded.

"I used to get dad to tell me the story sometimes before bed. I've always thought the cat had just as much importance to the story as any of the other animals did. I always felt for him."

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>>>Flashback<<<

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Little Amélie laid in her bed all snuggled and tucked beneath her plush blankets.

"Goodnight princess," Mr. Hoshimi smiled down at his daughter and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. As soon as he stood up to leave though, Amélie grabbed onto the sleeve of his shirt and tugged on it.

"Wait! Can you tell me that story about the animals again? Pwease?" She pouted, putting on her best puppy dog eyes. The elder man quickly fell for her doe eyes and hopeful smile and found himself smiling along with her.

"Oh wow could I ever say no to that cute face?" he cooed, sitting back down onto the bed.

"A long, long time ago, god decided to invite all of the animals to a glorious banquet. He sent out word for all of them to come to his house the following evening and he told them not to be late.

"Can you name all the animals Amélie?"

Amélie sat up straight and proudly listed all the animals – The dog and the dragon, the rabbit and tiger, the rat and the pig, the cow and horse, the sheep and the rooster, the monkey, the snake... "And my favourite, the cat!" She cheered.

Mr. Hoshimi just laughed and tucked Amélie back underneath the sheets and continued with the story.

"However, when the mischievous rat heard the news, he decided to play a trick on his fellow neighbour – the cat. He told the cat that the party was the day after tomorrow."

Amélie turned her nose up and scowled. "I hate this part," She grumbled with a huff. "The poor kitty cat deserves better..."

"The very next day, all of the animals lined up for the celebrations with the rat leading the way, riding all the way on the back of the cow. Everyone had a wonderful time, except for the foolish cat who missed the whole thing." Mr. Hoshimi finished.

When he looked down at his daughter, he chuckled at her grumpy pout and furrowed brows.

"Amélie honey, why so grumpy?" He asked, but he knew why. She always got mad at the rat for tricking the cat, even though it was only just a story, Amélie had vowed to be the protector of all cats.

"Because the rat was so mean! If I was the cat, I would've kicked the rats butt for being such a... well, a butt!" She exclaimed, balling her hands into tiny fists.

"And if mummy heard you talk like that, she'd have yours."

Amelie giggled sheepishly before a thought popped into her head. "Do you think the cat would like it if I started a year of the cat?!"

Mr. Hoshimi just smiled. "I'm sure he would love that honey."

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>>> End of Flashback <<<

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The kimono wearing man smirked and tapped his fingers against his chin in thought. "Funny, I wonder how he would feel after hearing that story, knowing he has a little fan."

Snapping out of her reverie, she looked at him with a confused tilt of her head. "I'm sorry, who?"

The man shook his head and part of her wondered if she was actually meant to hear what he had said or not.

"Oh nevermind. So, what year were you born in?" He asked, quickly distracting her by changing the subject and Amélie went along with it.

"Year of the Ox," she replied.

The man nodded but Amélie noticed his eyes drift to her uniform. Most people found it odd that she wore the boy's uniform so she was used to it by now. She was about to speak, but he beat her to it.

"I apologise, I don't mean to stare. I've just never seen a girl wear the boy's uniform before. I must say though, you pull it off quite well."

Amélie's cheeks flushed at the compliment. She was the worst when it came to accepting flattery and compliments.

"Thank you."

"You're not from around her are you?" He asked suddenly in a curious tone.

Amélie had been waiting for that question. Something she was often asked about also.

"It's my accent isn't it?" She supplied with a smirk.

'I'm glad it isn't too thick for people to understand me.'

"It is quite nice to listen to. I mean, aside from your pretty fa-"

Whatever the man was going to say next came to an abrupt stop and was replaced with a pained gasp as something landed on his head. It was a schoolbag, just like the one Amélie and most other high school students had.

'Oh shoot, did not expect that.'

"My head!"

"Will you at least try to control yourself?" A new voice sighed.

Amélie's eyes trailed up the person's arm that held the bag until she reached their face and her eyes widen in shock.

'No way, Yuki lives here?! If I get caught with him, that stupid fan club of his won't let me hear the end of it.'

Yuki turned his attention away from the man to Amélie. "Good morning Miss Hoshimi, I'm sorry for my cousin. He's bit of a flirt but's he's harmless. It's best to just ignore him."

"Oh no, it's alright. We were just talking is all; he's good company."

The man, Yuki's cousin, rubbed the sore spot on his head. "What do you have in there? A dictionary or something?"

Yuki barely batted an eyelash at his whining. "Two dictionaries actually," he sighed in exasperation as he slid the schoolbag onto his back, adjusting the straps so it fit comfortably on his shoulders.

Yuki's cousin rubbed his head one last time. "So, you two know each other?" He asked, pointing between the two of them.

"Miss Hoshimi and I are in the same class."

Amélie dipped her head in a respectful bow. "The name's Amélie, pleasure to meet you." She officially greeted.

"Same here. I'm Shigure Sohma and Yuki here is my little cousin." He explained with a friendly smile.

"And what brings you to our house this morning?" Yuki asked in his usual soft and polite voice.

Amélie offered them a nervous smile, rubbing the back of her neck. 'I can't exactly tell them that I live in the middle of the forest. They'll probably laugh at me. I need to think of something good to say and fast!'

"Oh uh, well you know, I live... nearby." She trailed off lamely. It wasn't a complete lie.

'Oh yeah, that's such a good cover up.'

She gulped when she noticed their stunned expressions and wished they would change the subject. She didn't do well under pressure.

"Around here? Really?"

"You do? Where?" Yuki pressed. Amélie was hyperaware of how clammy the palms of her hands were becoming.

'Abort! Abort!'

"I don't mean to be rude but I should probably head to school. I haven't been late in a while and I wanted to keep my record clean this semester."

'As if they cared or needed to know that last bit.'

She bowed to them once again. "It was nice chatting with you. Have a good day." She said in a hurry, quickly turning on her heel and walking away.

'Don't look back. Just keep walking...'

"Miss Hoshimi?" Yuki called out after her.

Amélie sighed inwardly. 'Dammit.'

Putting on a smile, she turned to face him. "Yeah?"

"Since you're here, why don't we walk to school together?" He suggested.

'Say no. It's not worth the wrath of the fan club.'

"Sure, I don't see why not?" She accepted with a forced smile.

The entire walk was done so in an awkward silence as neither Yuki nor Amélie spoke a word or even looked at each other. And to make matters worse, they did eventually run into the Prince Yuki Fan Club, prompting both teens to ignore their chants and poses which only made it all the more awkward until they parted their separated ways.

'I better prepare myself for their onslaught of pathetic questioning.'

Amélie groaned. She could feel the headache coming on already...

#fruits basket 2019 #fruits basket #furuba #kyo sohma #Kyo Sohma x reader #Kyo Sohma imagines #Furuba imagines #Fruits basket imagines #Kyo Sohma x oc

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animator-2b · 5 years

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Secret Admirer

Evan felt his face flushed as he realized what the piece of paper was. It had just fallen out of his locker when he opened it and he didn't think much of it until he picked it up, thinking that it was a random flash card that he left. The little pink slip had a little red heart that was sloppily drawn on the corner of it, as if the person drawing it second guessed what they were doing and stopped half way before finishing it. He looked over the words, but his brain didn't try to comprehend any of them. The shock of even holding this paper in the first place still shaking his thoughts.

Brian looked over Evan's shoulder and cooed, “Ooooh! Evan's got a love letter!”

Evan felt his body tense at the voice. How could he forget that Brian was with him so fast?

“Oooh. Who's it from?” Brock, unexpectedly, teased as he gently nudged Evan.

A part of Evan's brain quickly recovered at the question as he frantically rescanned the letter for a signature. That's something he should've done in the first place. How could he not even think of that?

“It's… Not signed.” Evan softly said, noticing that his name was the only one on the paper. Brock made a humming sound, and Evan wasn't sure if it was in curiosity or something else.

“A secret admirer, huh? Don’t worry! Detective Brian is on the case!” Brian happily exclaimed before trying to take the letter to look at it himself.

Brock glared at Brian and grabbed the hand that was reaching for the note, “Brian, how about you don't meddle with Evan's love life. Remember the last time you did something like this?”

“Whaaaaat? Pfft, it ended happily.” Brian proudly stated.

“Oh, really?” Brock asked while skeptically raising a brow, “Say, how Mini's and Tyler's relationship going, by the way?”

“That had nothing to do with me. They broke up on their own merits.” Brian calmly remarked as Evan shuddered at the memory of the explosive break up. Though he often did wonder what the cause of it was, since both of them seemed happy, especially Tyler.

“Come on Evan. Let me see the note.” Brian said, this time holding out his hand and not trying to snatch it.

Evan held the note close, “I haven't even read it yet. Give me second.”

He looked back at the letter, properly reading it this time as Brian and Brock bickered about if Brian should get involved.

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Hey Evan,

I was really hoping that you wouldn't have to see this. I know how you are with these kind of things, but I couldn't get the courage to confess right to your face. You wouldn't believe how hard I tried. But, I made a promise to myself and I plan on keeping it. Even if this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.

I love you Evan. I love you so so much. Even when it seems like I don't. I say some stupid shit without really thinking about it, and I know that some of it has hurt you. You have no idea how much I've beaten myself up for not using the right words. And I'm so sorry for ever hurting you and I will make it up to you. I promise you that.

Sincerely,

~~~~~

Evan squinted, as if that would activate some sort of x-ray vision so he could see through the scribbles and see the name. And was disheartened that he didn't have that super power.

Brian interrupted Evan's thoughts again, “So, figured out who it is?”

Evan shrugged, “I… Honestly have no idea.”

Brian held out a hand, “Here let me read it, maybe I can figure it out.”

Brock shook his head at Evan, then rolled his eyes and let out a loud sigh when Evan handed Brian the letter.

Evan didn't really want Brian to get involved, but he knew that Brian was going to pry himself into the situation anyway. So, why try to prevent the inevitable?

Brian hummed as he finished reading the letter, “This person has definitely spoken to you before. So, that cuts out a lot of people.”

Evan took the letter back from Brian, not listening to a word he was saying. He reread the letter, this time little butterflies fluttering in his stomach. What should he do about this? He can't just go around asking people about this. Even if he did, the person most likely wouldn't confess that they did it. That they love him.

That one thought created a flurry of butterflies. Someone loves him? This was something completely new to him. It's not like he hadn't thought about dating or falling in love, but he never took those steps or found the right person.

His heart pounded as he held the letter to his chest.

“Evan, have you even been listening to me?!”

Evan snapped out of his thoughts when Brian said his name, “Huh?”

Brian sighed, “Okay, pay attention! You-”

His sentence was cut off by the bell ringing, “Oh, shit. Never mind, later, but you need to listen to me next time!” And then he run off towards his class.

Brock sighed, “I’m sorry. I’m going to stop him.” He said before running to his own class.

Evan slipped the note into his pocket. Knowing that he wouldn’t want to leave it in his locker, just so that he can look at it and reread it later.

A week had past and Evan had kept the note close to him. Despite it getting crumpled and smudged in his pocket. He thought that it should have mattered. That he wanted it to stay pristine. But no matter how crumpled and destroyed it got, that didn't change the feelings behind that simple slip of paper.

And now he was holding a new one. It fluttered out of his locker just like the last one and his heart couldn't help but skip in joy when he saw it.

He snatched it up and quickly read it.

Evan,

I'm sorry it took so long to write this to you. I meant to write it as soon as I saw your beaming face when you read my first letter. It makes me so happy that something I made brought out your true and beautiful smile. Despite it being a little messy.

And I wanted this one to be the one where I go all out and even reveal who I am. But I'm still incredible nervous about doing that. I'm sorry to do this to you, but I just need a little more time. I honestly never thought I would have this much trouble confessing to you. Even with a aggravating dickhole trying to push me to do it.

But, for now, I hope this will do:

I love you Evan!

The last sentence was surrounded by more confidentiality drawn hearts than the first letter. Evan smiled and took the first letter out of his pocket and reread it before reading the new one again. A wide smile across his face.

“What are you so happy about?”

Evan jumped, “Oh shit! Jon! Don't scare me like that!”

Jonathan cackled, “Sorry. Sorry. I couldn't help myself. Did you get a new letter from your admirer?”

Evan nodded and handed Jon the note. Jon had already shown Brian-like curiosity with the first note, so Evan knew he was going to ask to see it.

Jonathan quickly read the note, “Huh… This person sounds a like a scaredy cat.”

“Says the guy who can't handle a Haunted Mansion.” Evan said with a small chuckle, which earned him a glare.

“Shuch up! I swear that actor was just a murderer out to get me!” Jonathan pouted.

“Suuuure.” Evan replied with a sly smile as he reached out for the note.

He was just about to grab it when Jonathan raised his arm to keep it out Evan’s reach, “Nope! Just for that I'm gonna keep this.” He said, followed by a evil cackle.

Evan felt his heart drop at the statement and he lunged for the note. Unintentionally knocking Jonathan to the floor.

Jon landed with a loud thud, the letter flying out of his hand, “OW! Fuck! Sorry! I was just joking!”

Evan quickly apologized and pulled Jon up, “I kinda panicked.”

Jonathan huffed as he grabbed the note, “It's fine. It's fine. I just didn't take you as the type to take this so seriously.”

He handed Evan the note, “You really like your admirer, huh?”

Evan nervously chuckled, not sure how exactly to respond to the question.

“So… What happens if it turns out it's someone you don't like? Or even hate?” Jonathan asked.

A part of Evan's mind quickly came the conclusion that Jonathan knew who wrote the note. Why else would he be asking that question? Only to think that Jonathan just didn't want Evan to be heartbroken and wanted to gently pull the fantasies back to reality.

Evan thought about it for a few moments and shrugged, “I… Don't know… I mean there's no one I really… Hate, hate… But… I'm willing to give whoever they are a chance.”

Jonathan didn't say anything at first. He stared at Evan, just to see if Evan would quickly change what he said. When that didn't happen he simply smiled, “Okay.” He said before slinging an arm around Evan's shoulders, “Now, let’s get to the cafeteria. I'm fucking starving!”

Evan nodded and they both made their way towards food.

A month had passed since the last letter he had gotten. Or, at least, a full one. Over the past few weeks his admirer had been leaving little pieces of paper with either a crude drawing, or a simple declaration of love. Nothing about who they were and when they would reveal themselves or anything else. Which Evan didn't mind at all and he even kept those little doodles just as close as the letters.

This week, was different however. He had been eagerly waiting for this week. He couldn't even focus in his math class he was so excited from all the possibilities that formed in his head. So when the bell rang he quickly made his way to his locker, flinging it open as fast as he could. And was disheartened.

No note fluttered out. Not even a little scrap. He even looked through his locker just to see if it got stuck somewhere. Lifting up the neatly organized books and sloppily putting them back.

Nope.

There was nothing to be found. Evan sighed as he closed the locker.

“Hey Evan!”

Evan looked up and saw Tyler quickly making his way towards him.

“What's wrong? You completely zoned out during class.” Tyler quickly asked.

“Oh, I was… Um.” Evan's slight glance towards his locker hinting Tyler.

“Oooh. Haven't gotten anything yet?”

Evan shook his head, “I expected there to be something for Valentine's day. But… I guess not.”

Tyler patted Evan's shoulder, “It's okay bud. Maybe he just got nervous or something and you'll get something tomorrow.”

Evan simply shrugged before turning his attention to his feet. He heard Tyler start to dig through his bag, but he didn't think anything of it.

“Do you need some notes? You know since you didn't take any during class?”

Evan looked up and slowly took the papers from Tyler, “Yeah… But I know yours aren't as good as mine.” He ended with a small chuckle.

“You right… But I know someone else who takes good and readable notes.” Tyler quickly replied with a strangely sly smirk.

Evan noticed the way he said ‘readable’ and rolled his eyes, “Well, sorry. I don't exactly takes notes for you-”

Evan bit his tongue. He had looked down at the notes. And recognized the handwriting. Evan looked to see that the smirk Tyler had was replaced with a knowing and sad smile.

“Dumbass did have a plan, but he's a bit of a pussy and backed out. And I'm sick and tired of watching him not do anything.” Even though he was hiding it well, Evan could still see that Tyler was coming to the verge of crying.

Evan looked back at the name at the top of the paper, “But… But…”

“I know… This does kinda suck for me… But I want him to be happy… And… He loves you more than me.” Tyler softly said, turning his head slightly away, “You know where he is… Go get him.”

Evan got lightly shoved so that he'd start moving in the right direction.

“Go. Don't worry about me. He needs you more.” Tyler said before walking the other way.

Evan took small and hesitant steps. Deeply wanting to go and comfort his friend, but also knew that Tyler would get upset if he didn't listen. Which wouldn't help. So, he kept moving towards the courtyard. Where all of his friends usually meet up when school ended. Math notes still in his hand.

Evan opened the door to the courtyard and immediately saw him. Talking amongst their friends and laughing. Brian was looking at him suspiciously, as if he had already kind of pieced together that this was the culprit.

Jonathan was the only one that noticed Evan and he happily waved before beaconing Evan over.

Evan took a few slow steps when his secret admirer finally turned around and saw Evan. He softly smiled.

Evan's mind began to race as it tried to think of the best way to deal with this. Before it could properly think of something, his instincts took over.

The papers flew with the slight breeze when Evan dropped them and started to run towards him.

Everyone raised a brow and were going to ask what was wrong, but was interrupted by Evan crashing into his admirer.

Evan had only meant to hug him, but the momentum sent them both to the ground.

“Ow! Evan!” He quickly force himself up, Evan still leaning into his chest and hugging him. His anger quickly dissipating when he noticed this.

He put his hand on Evan's shoulder, “Evan? Are you okay?”

Evan pulled away to meet his gaze. Staring deeply into his eyes. Those eyes that never seemed to want to stay the same color. Seeming a deep brown in the dark, but then a vibrant blue green in the sunlight. Right now, those eyes were a dull gray as they stared curiously into his own.

Evan felt his muscles quiver as he gathered his courage. With what he could muster he reached up, grabbed his admirer's face, and kissed him.

Everyone gasped in surprise at this action, even his admirer despite his lips being occupied.

His admirer shoved him away, “Evan?! What- I- Huh?!”

Evan smiled and softly chuckled, “Tyler told- er- well, showed me.”

His admirer blushed, “God damn it.”

Brian triumphantly cheered, “See! I fucking told you Brock! I knew it was fucking Craig!”

Brock just rolled his eyes and told Brian to sit down.

Mini's blush quickly grew across his face and he turned his head away to try to cover it. Evan started to feel embarrassed himself when he finally noticed that all of their friends were still staring at him, some even chuckling.

Craig tapped Evan's shoulder and softly said, “Let’s talk… In private.”

Evan nodded and the two quickly got up and moved back inside the school. Which luckily hadn't been locked up yet.

Once inside Mini cleared his throat and opened his mouth. Only to quickly shut it and continue not making eye contact.

Evan could feel the nervousness radiat off of Craig, but wasn't sure what to say to ease it. He simply grabbed Mini's hand to get his attention and gave him a warm smile. This lead to Mini's face to turn even more red.

“I… Um… Wasn't really expecting this to go this way when you found out who I was.” Mini softly said, still trying to not make direct eye contact.

Evan tilted his head, trying to force eye contact, “What? Why?”

“Because of the stupid shit I said to you… That I said about you.” Mini replied, nervously chewed on his bottom lip.

Evan was quiet as he tumbled those memories is his mind. Mini grew anxious as Evan stayed quiet, thinking that maybe Evan would change his mind and leave Craig alone in that hallway.

“I don't blame you.”

Mini started to talk before realizing what was said, “I'm sorry I'll… What?”

Evan shrugged, “I really don't… Do I think you should've handled it better? Definitely… But I'm not mad at you.”

Mini was speechless. Sure, he had deeply hoped that this is what would happen and that Evan would forgive him, but he never thought it would ever be reality.

After Mini was quiet for a couple minutes Evan decided to continue, “I think this is partially my fault too.”

Mini mumbled, “No… No… It's not… You didn't do anything.”

“You're right. I did nothing… When I should have done something. At least say something…. Then maybe things wouldn't have escalated like they did.” Evan shrugged, “Can’t be sure. It’s in the past.” He leaned against Mini, “And I just want to focus on the present.”

Mini went stiff at the action, but eventually relaxed and leaned his head on Evan’s, “Okay.”

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Forget to Cherish Her

Summary: “You don’t know?” Moca’s voice rose incredulously. She paused as if waiting for a response, but Yukina had nothing to say. “You really don’t know?” She frowned, taking half a step towards Yukina.

Yukina leaned away from the taller teen. “I, what?” She hadn’t predicted this reaction coming at all.

“Wow, no wonder Lisa-san’s so upset.” Moca’s blue eyes pierced right through Yukina, her face far too close for comfort. “You really are the worst.” She emphasized the last word.

Length: 4000 words

Author Note: This fic is heavily inspired by Miki-chan’s thread on twitter about the neo aspect event. The thread can be found here.

It started, as most conversations do, with small talk. Yukina leaned against the frame of her bed, with her computer in her lap and her cell phone pressed to her ear. She’d been working on adjusting a composition when her phone rang, deciding to take a break when she saw who was calling.

Yukina always had time to hear Lisa’s voice. Perhaps talking with the other teen could even inspire her composing. It was going pretty slowly, after all.

“What did you do after practice today?” Lisa’s voice sounded so close through the phone, as if she was sitting right next to Yukina. The slight electric tint to her voice ruined the thought though.

“I went home.” Yukina replied, “I’ve been working on a song since then.” She tapped her free hand against the keyboard, even though Lisa wouldn’t be able to see the motion through the phone.

Lisa’s voice raised in pitch. “Oooh the new song!” She sounded so excited about it.

“Yes.” Yukina nodded, another wasted motion. “How about you?” She asked politely.

“Oh, me?” Lisa responded. “I spent some time practicing with Hina.” Lisa kept talking, but Yukina’s mind skidded to a halt. Lisa practiced with Hina? What on earth was she thinking playing with another band?

“Yukina, are you still there?” Lisa sounded concerned now, her voice snapping Yukina out of her thoughts.

“I’m still here.” Yukina gritted her teeth. “How could you work with another band like that? Aren’t you serious about Roselia?”

Lisa’s voice sounded softer than before. “This doesn’t have anything to do with Roselia, we were playing as friends.” What did that matter, Yukina frowned, time spent not focusing on the band was time wasted.

“If you’re not giving Roselia 100 percent of your playing, then I don’t know what you’re doing.” The band couldn’t afford to have members who played with more than one band, it just wasn’t sustainable, Yukina thought.

A moment of silence passed.

“I…” Lisa wavered, sniffing once. “I have to go now.”

“Very well.” Yukina wasn’t done with this topic, but if Lisa needed to leave then so be it. “Take care.” She was halfway through her farewell when the line cut out. The phone displayed the total time of the call, only about five minutes. That was quite short compared to how long they usually talked.

How odd, Yukina thought as she watched Lisa’s bedroom light flick off through the window.

Was it something she said?

Just a mere 18 hours after the phone call, Lisa exited school grounds as quickly as possible. She was supposed to walk with Yukina to band practice, but couldn’t bring herself to see the other girls face.

She kept turning the conversation over in her head, wondering what she should’ve said differently to prevent this. Wondering why Yukina said what she did and why it was so upsetting. Yukina said mean things sometimes, it was part of their relationship. Lisa usually forgave her, but she was having trouble letting this one go.

Lisa talked to Moca about it during lunch, but her underclassman didn’t have any good advice to offer. Her troubles stemmed from a girl who said too little, instead of one who said too much.

Hence the scurrying. Once Lisa made it off of school grounds, she slowed her pace a bit. She still intended to go to band practice, but couldn’t walk there with Yukina. She hadn’t yet figured out how to get though practice that day either.

Her thoughts continued to swirl as she walked, drawing tears to the corner of her eyes a couple of times. She forcibly wiped them away; now was not the time to cry.

Once she arrived at the studio, she was unsurprised to find Sayo already there. She already had her guitar out and was tuning the strings.

“Good afternoon Sayo!” Lisa raised her voice cheerily, hoping that Sayo wouldn’t notice the red that was surely present around her eyes. When Sayo’s gaze snapped from the guitar to Lisa, eyebrows furrowing, Lisa knew that was a pipe dream.

“Minato-san’s not with you?” The simple question, stated so matter of factly, brought all the emotions Lisa had been fighting with right to the surface. Sayo’s eyes widened as the first tears slid down Lisa’s cheeks. “What happened?” She asked calmly, placing her guitar on a table.

“It’s… I…” Lisa struggled to find the words, wiping her face with the back of one hand. “It’s nothing I just have something in my… my eyes.” She sniffled once, wishing she could laugh instead of cry at how bad that lie was. She placed her guitar case on the floor to better wipe her face.

“Would you, umm,” Sayo looked away, a slight pink dusting her cheeks. “Would you like a hug?” She opened her arms, still not looking towards Lisa, but that was all she needed.

Lisa closed the few steps between them, wrapping her arms around the taller teen and pressing her face against Sayo’s shoulder. Sayo closed the embrace slowly, gently rubbing Lisa’s back in a soothing motion. They stood like that for a minute or so while Lisa cried out what she hoped would be the last tears for the day.

“I’m sorry.” Lisa wiped her eyes again and took a step back, forcing herself out of Sayo’s grasp. “I’m really sorry. I’m not usually like this.” She forced a chuckle.

“It’s okay, everyone has those days.” Sayo still looked concerned, her mouth pressed in a firm line. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I…” Lisa hesitated, her head still fuzzy from crying. But, she had just cried on Sayo’s shoulder; she should tell her. “It’s Yukina.”

“Minato-san?” Sayo grabbed a couple chairs, dragging them over to where Lisa stood. She placed them facing each other and sat down. “Did something happen to her?” She asked as she gestured for Lisa to sit as well.

Lisa sank onto the chair, her shoulders dropping as the tension drained out of her. “No, she’s fine. It’s just.” She took a deep breath, fighting away the return of tears. “Last night, we were talking, and she said some really mean things.”

“Such as?” Sayo prompted her to continue.

“She told me that I’m not serious about Roselia, and that I’m not giving it my all.” Lisa lifted one hand to her chest. “And I just, I work so hard for the band, for Yukina, and it really hurts.” Another treacherous tear dripped down her face. “It hurts so much, I don’t know what to do.”

Sayo’s hands had clenched into fists as she listened to Lisa talk. “What do you want to do?” She asked.

“What?” That was a surprising question, coming from Sayo.

“Minato-san has been incredibly cruel to you, and this is not the first time if I recall correctly. What do you want to do about it?” Sayo spoke lowly and clearly, emphasizing the question.

“I want…” Lisa thought about it for a moment. What did she really want? “I want to forgive her. I want things to go back to normal.” She looked down where her hand was still held to her chest. “I don’t want to hurt anymore.” She sighed. “I guess I should apologize for practicing with Hina.”

“No, you shouldn’t.” Sayo shook her head, crossing her arms. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“But, Yukina only got mad at me because of it.” Lisa felt confused by Sayo’s statement.

“That’s her problem isn’t it.” Sayo said firmly. “If she’s going to treat you this way, you should only be concerned with yourself.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Lisa mused, fighting the urge to mirror Sayo’s posture. “It’s just, it’s Yukina, you know?”

“Not really.” Sayo admitted, “But even Yukina has to earn your forgiveness.”

That line echoed through Lisa’s mind. Even Yukina needed to earn her forgiveness. Even Yukina.

“You’re right.” Lisa raised her head, finally drawing her hand away from her chest. “You are absolutely right.”

The corner of Sayo’s lips tugged up for the first time since Lisa arrived. “Good.” She nodded. “Now that that’s settled, I’m going to cancel practice for today; you’re in no shape to rehearse.” Sayo stood from her chair, muttering under her breath. “I’m not sure I want to see Minato-san right now anyway…”

Lisa stood as well, giving her face one last wipe. “Sayo,” She said softly, bringing the guitarists gaze back to her. “Thank you, for listening.”

“You’re welcome.” The lifted lip became a full smile, something rarely spotted on Sayo’s face. Sayo turned away to get her phone, preparing to send out the practice cancelling text.

Lisa, once again left to her thoughts, moved the chairs back to their normal positions. She grabbed her bass from where she left it, checking her phone as the expected text from Sayo buzzed.

“See you at practice tomorrow then!” Lisa called back to Sayo, who had picked her guitar back up and resumed tuning it. The blue haired girl gave a small wave and Lisa took her leave.

Her chest still hurt, and her eyes still felt like they would flood with tears at the slightest provocation, but Lisa felt better. She at least could leave the studio with her head held high.

Yukina stood in the hallway outside of her classroom, waiting for Lisa to return. When her friend left abruptly at the end of class, Yukina assumed she needed to use the bathroom and decided to wait for her at the classroom.

Half an hour had passed since then. Most of the other students already left, with just a few stragglers wandering the halls.

Yukina’s phone buzzed in her pocket, startling her out of her thoughts. She pulled the device out quickly, hoping it would be Lisa. She let out a small sigh when she saw the text from Sayo.

Once she opened the text, that sigh became a frown. Sayo wanted to cancel band practice? That was ridiculous.

“We can’t cancel practice.” Yukina texted back.

“Not today.” The text from Sayo came back quickly. “You need some time to think.”

What was that supposed to mean? There wasn’t anything to think about; Roselia needed to rehearse if they wanted to improve. “What do you mean?” Yukina typed back. This time, no response came. “Sayo?” She sent another message, but still received no response.

How odd all of this was, Yukina thought as she gathered her belongings. First Lisa disappeared, and then Sayo cancelled band practice. She dialed Lisa’s number into the phone, calling to check on her.

The phone rang and rang, a hollow sound to Yukina’s ear. After a few rings, it went to voicemail. “This is Lisa! Please leave a message, thanks!”

When the tone sounded, Yukina still wasn’t quite sure what she was going to say. “Lisa, this is Yukina. Where did you go? Also, what’s going on with Sayo today? Talk to you later, I guess.” She hung up, giving her phone a long look before stowing it in her pocket.

As Yukina walked towards the front of the school, she decided to still go to the studio. Even if the band wasn’t going to practice, she still needed to rehearse. There also was a chance that Lisa had gone there ahead of her. Maybe her phone had died or was on mute. She wouldn’t have deliberately ignored Yukina’s call.

That thought in mind, Yukina stepped out onto school grounds. She moved towards the exit, a familiar face catching her eye on the way. Aoba Moca sat in the grass near the path, picking individual stalks and holding them up to her face.

Didn’t Lisa work with Moca at her part time job? Yukina was almost certain that was the case. Maybe she would know where Lisa went. Yukina had only talked to her a handful of times, but it was still worth a shot.

“Excuse me, Aoba-san.” Yukina approached the younger girl, who looked up when her name was called.

Moca’s eyes narrowed, head tilting to one side. “Wellllll, it’s Minato-sannn” She didn’t bother to stand up, an ever present smirk pasted on her face.

“Have you seen Lisa? I haven’t been able to find her since class ended.” Yukina asked, despite knowing that this particular student might not give her a straight answer.

Moca’s tone dropped, the lilting tone vanishing. “No, I haven’t.” She threw aside a blade of grass.

“It’s not like her to leave without me.” Yukina mused, bringing one hand up to her chin. “We usually walk to practice together.

“I’m not surprised.” Moca rose from the grass, brushing off her skirt. “After yesterday.” Her voice was low, her words short.

“Yesterday?” Nothing much had happened yesterday. There was school, the band practiced, and Yukina and Lisa spoke on the phone in the evening. Nothing out of the ordinary, as far as Yukina could tell, though the phone call had been shorter than usual.

“You don’t know?” Moca’s voice rose incredulously. She paused as if waiting for a response, but Yukina had nothing to say. “You really don’t know?” She frowned, taking half a step towards Yukina.

Yukina leaned away from the taller teen. “I, what?” She hadn’t predicted this reaction coming at all.

“Wow, no wonder Lisa-san’s so upset.” Moca’s blue eyes pierced right through Yukina, her face far too close for comfort. “You really are the worst.” She emphasized the last word.

Before Yukina could respond, another voice joined the conversation. “Moca, what’s going on?” While they talked, Mitake Ran approached from the school. She stopped next to Moca, looking between the two uneasily.

As if a switch had been flicked, the smirk returned to Moca’s face. She stepped away from Yukina, turning to her friend. “Raaaan I’ve been waiting soooo long to see your beauuutiful face.” Her tone was completely returned to normal.

“Oy,” Ran flushed slightly at the compliment. “C’mon let’s go, Himari is waiting for us.”

“Okaaaay.” Moca, without another word to Yukina, followed Ran towards the school exit. Ran looked back once, but that was the end of the talk.

Yukina was even more confused than she had been before. It seemed, from the encounter, that Lisa was upset and it was all her fault. It could only have been the phone call; that was when things started feeling off.

Was it her comment about being committed to the band? As a member of Roselia, Yukina thought that Lisa understood the responsibilities required.

Thoughts occupying her mind, Yukina left school grounds. She walked towards the studio slowly, not even sure if she still wanted to go there. When she was about a block away from the studio, she found some steps to sit on and think. She held her hands together in her lap, looking down at them.

She hurt Lisa, on accident sure, but she still did it. Lisa was upset enough to avoid Yukina and to talk to Moca about it, so it must’ve been pretty bad. Yukina needed to apologize, but Lisa was ignoring her and the damage had already been done. This wasn’t the first time, Yukina knew. Sometimes terrible things just, slipped out. So many times she’d made these same mistakes; Moca was right she really was the worst. A single tear forced its way down her face.

“Yukina-senpai?” A voice called her name, and Yukina looked up. A few members of Hello Happy World, that peppy band, had stopped to speak with her. Okusawa Misaki was the one who spoke. “Are you okay?” She had two of her band members with her; Tsuramaki Kokoro and Seta Kaoru.

“I’m fine.” Yukina wiped the single tear away.

Kokoro bounced forward, right into her personal bubble. “You don’t look fine, you’re not smiling!”

“I don’t usually smile.” Yukina insisted with a frown.

“Sorry to bother you.” Misaki seemed to realize that they weren’t wanted here. “Let’s keep going, Kokoro.”

“Not until Yukina smiles!” Kokoro insisted, taking a seat next to Yukina. She looked to be bouncing up and down on the cement steps. “So, what’s got you down?”

Yukina didn’t really want to talk about it, especially not with underclassmen from a different school. But she did need some advice, and at least one of these people seemed to have a good head on their shoulders.

She took a deep breath. “I messed up pretty badly, with one of my friends. I said something awful to her.” Yukina left the names out of it. “She’s avoiding me now, and I deserve it.” Kokoro leaned closer as Yukina spoke. “I keep screwing up our friendship, again and again.”

“How do you lose a woman?” Kaoru chimed in when Yukina finished talking, bringing one hand up for a dramatic pose.

Misaki grimaced. “I’m not sure now’s the time for quotes.” She muttered.

“You forget to cherish her.” Kaoru finished with a sweep of the hand.

“That’s not even Shakespeare.” Misaki muttered even quieter than before; Yukina could barely hear her.

“I think.” Kokoro’s voice was incredibly loud from so close. “You need to make her smile! Then all will be forgiven!” She jumped up from the bench, raising one fist in the air.

Cherish her and make her smile, huh. Yukina considered the two ideas. They sounded viable, though she wasn’t sure exactly how to do those things. “How do I do that?” Yukina asked sincerely.

“You can’t fix everything with a smile.” Misaki cut in, dampening Kokoro’s enthusiasm. “But I think what Kokoro is trying to say is that you should take her feelings into account.” Misaki paused for a moment, looking around a bit. “As for my two cents, I don’t exactly know your whole situation but,” She cleared her throat. “Sometimes you need to take a step back and think more objectively. About your feelings, and, more importantly, hers.”

“Hear hear!” Kokoro put one arm around Misaki’s shoulders, pulling the other girl off balance.

“Hey!” Misaki protested, but didn’t throw Kokoro off. “Anyway, Kokoro we really do have to go now; we’ll miss our timeslot if we don’t.”

“Onward!” Kokoro started walking, dragging Misaki down the sidewalk. “Good luck Yukina!” She called back over her shoulder, giving a wave. Kaoru trailed behind the pair, giving a much more dramatic farewell motion.

They vanished into the distance, and Yukina was alone once again with her thoughts. They gave surprisingly good advice, and her head felt clearer.

There were only two paths ahead. One where Yukina stayed the same and lost Lisa forever, or one where she changed and mended their relationship.

She knew what she had to do. Yukina needed to listen better, to think more objectively, and to cherish Lisa like she deserved. She couldn’t afford to lash out or jump to conclusions any longer.

She needed to change, and it was going to start right now.

Yukina dialed Lisa’s number. It went to voicemail again.

“Lisa, I know you probably don’t want to see me, and I fully understand that, but please let me make it up to you. I have something to say, but I also want to hear what you have to say. Please meet me at the park at 8:00 tonight.”

Yukina hung up and dared to hope.

Lisa listened to the message over and over again that afternoon. Something felt different, even compared to the message Yukina left after school.

Even after the talk with Sayo, and the decision Lisa made, it was still Yukina. Lisa at least had to hear her out. This could be the end, and Lisa was prepared to accept that.

She decided to go.

At 7:55 Lisa set off for the park near her house; it was the only one Yukina could’ve been talking about. They’d played there ever since they were kids. It was only a five minute walk, but it felt much longer. The path Lisa walked seemed to stretch on forever, but of course all things end.

Yukina was already there, sitting on one of the swings. Her gold eyes watched Lisa approach, almost glowing under the fading light of sunset. She still wore her school uniform, suggesting that she had not been home since that morning.

“You came.” Yukina said simply as Lisa sat down on the swing next to her. “Thank you.”

Lisa had to remind herself that she was done cutting Yukina extra slack. “What did you want to talk about?” She asked, looking straight ahead instead of at Yukina. Lisa dug her shoes into the woodchips, making small ditches in ground.

“I want to apologize.” Yukina’s voice sounded more strained than usual. “What I said yesterday was wrong, and I am sorry.”

Lisa’s heart panged painfully in her chest. Another apology, just continuing the loop. From the voicemail, she thought things might be different. Lisa was done. “Is that all?” She stood from the swing, despite having only sat there for a minute. “I’ll be going then, Yukina.” She stepped away, but was stopped by a small hand grabbing her wrist.

“Please, I’m not finished.” Yukina’s fingers felt warm against her skin, holding on loosely enough that Lisa could still pull away, but she didn’t. Lisa turned back towards Yukina, finally looking at her as she spoke. The fingers on her wrist fell away. “We’ve done this before, I mess up and ask for your forgiveness.” The look in Yukina’s eyes sent a trill down Lisa’s spine. “But I don’t want to do that anymore. This is the last time.” Yukina stood from the swing, stepping towards Lisa. “You are a wonderful person.” Yukina gently reached for one of Lisa’s hands, holding it gently. Lisa’s heart thudded loudly in her chest, and she wondered if Yukina could hear it. “And you deserve better.”

“Yukina…” Lisa could only say the other girls name as a flush rose to her cheeks.

“I vow to be that person. To be worthy of your forgiveness. To be better and…” Yukina’s face echoed the red appearing on Lisa’s. “Cherish you the way you deserve. So please,” Yukina broke eye contact to guide Lisa back to the swing, gesturing for her to sit down. “Tell me about your practice with Pastel Palettes.”

Lisa did not sit down. Instead, she felt the return of the tears she’d fought with all day, only for a different reason this time. “Yukina!” Her heart soared as she threw her arms around Yukina, almost sending both of them tumbling to the ground. “I’m so happy.” She held the other girl closely, feeling her pulse race as well. This was what she’d been waiting for, what she’d hoped Yukina would say. It marked the start of something new.

“It was only one day, but I missed you.” Yukina muttered quietly in her ear. “And I really do want to hear about that band practice.”

Lisa let out a teary laugh. “It wasn’t really a band practice.” She loosened her grip on the hug, pulling back so she could see Yukina’s face. Yukina wasn’t crying, but her eyes did have a distinct redness to them. “Hina asked me to teach her to play more expressively, so I was helping her out.”

“I see.” Yukina released the hug, and Lisa missed her warmth immediately. Yukina took her seat back on the swing, lacing her fingers with Lisa’s and leading her to do the same. “Nobody plays more expressively than you, so I understand why she asked.”

The flush, which had been receding, returned to Lisa’s face. “Eh Yukina that’s so nice of you to say!”

“It’s the truth.” Yukina insisted.

The sun continued to set, eventually fading into night. The two girls stayed and talked long past the fading of day.

As Lisa felt Yukina’s thumb gently rubbing the back of her hand, she felt truly content.

Yukina’s phone rang. It was Lisa. She picked up immediately, a small smile on her face.

She always had time to hear what Lisa had to say.

#yukilisa #lisayuki #bandori #imai lisa #minato yukina #bang dream girls band party #fanfiction #flip writes #bang dream #so this exists now

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luisaaronopez · 5 years

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Angel and Blossom were out waiting for their friends so they can have lunch together.

While they’re waiting, the food court was empty. The only sign of life are the employees at the restaurants.

“Where is everyone?” Angel wonders out loud.

The girls both shrug as they start choosing where to eat.

“Let’s see, we had Scavavitch’s Burgers yesterday, Orange’s Pizza we ate there a lot too, and Lin Sow Buffet is expensive. What to chose? What to chose?” Angel mumbled as she was looking at a restaurants logo.

“Blossom wants to eat thewe!” Blossom shouts as she’s pointing at a small bakery.

“We need to eat real food before we can have cookies or cake.” Angel told Blossom.

“Aww.” Blossom pouts.

“Oh, what the heck.” Angel said as she changed her mind.

Angel rollerbladed over to the small bakery, Blossom was having a hard time keeping up.

Then, she bumped into someone.

Blossom fell to the ground. After shaking her head, she looked up.

The guy was average height, wears a cap sideways and wears his pants backwards.

“Watch where you’re going you brat!” The guy yelled.

“I’m so sowwy, I didn’t see whewe I was going.” Blossom apologized.

The guy looked at Blossom closely.

Something clicked in the guys mind.

“You!” He shouts.

“Me?” Blossom asked in confusion.

“I remember you! You and your stupid sister would always ruin the fun for me and my gang. They all went to prison because of you. Except me, I escaped the authorities because of me being the brains of the outfit. That’s why my boys calle me Wise Guy.”

Angel steps in.

“Hey! Leave my sister alo…”

One look at the guy and Angel remembers him.

“Wise Guy? What are you doing here?” Angel asked.

“I came here to win the moolah! What are YOU doing here blondie!” Wise Guy said in a mocking tone.

“I’m here because I was invited.” Angel told the guy.

“You were invited and I wasn’t? What makes you so special!” Wise Guy kept on teasing Angel.

“NOTHING! Just because I got an invite dosen’t make me special. In fact, I HATE being special. I’m just a normal girl who joined this tournament to have fun, not to become a millionare!” Angel told the guy off.

“That’s the stupidest excuse I ever heard. Come on, let’s get down!” Wise guy challenged Angel until a voice calls out.

“That’s quite enough.”

Everyone turned their heads and see three Gothic people standing between Angel and Wise Guy.

“You shouldn’t doubt people who fight for certain purposes, it is their own choice.” Said the lady with purple hair.

“You three stay out of this! Or you want me to kick your sorry butts too!” Wise Guy threatened the three goths.

“Mistress, let me take care of this bozo.” Said the man that looks like a cowboy.

“What did you call me!?” Wise Guy said as his anger began to rise.

“Let me play a game with you. Its called Punishment.” Said the cowboy.

“That sounds stupid.” Wise Guy said with a small chortle.

“Listen, you gotta dance for one simple minute. If you refuse or cheat, I’ll decide a punishment for you.” The cowboy said with a mean glare.

“I can dance.” Wise Guy said.

“On the count of three, you’ll begin dancing. Okay…one…two…three….”

“Why am I even doing this? I should be pounding you instead!” Wise Guy yelled in anger.

“You’re rufusing.” The cowboy said as he pulled something from his pocket.

“Screw your rules, I’ll kick your butt!” Wise Guy shouts as he’s about to punch the cowboy.

The cowboy quickly pulls out his gun and points it at Wise Guy.

Everyone including Angel and Blosdom gasped after seeing the gun.

Wise Guy stopped in his tracks.

“You should’ve been listening to the rules next time.” The cowboy said in a chilling tone.

“Oooh, I am sooooo scared.” Wise Guy said in sarcasm.

“They were easy rules, the little pigtailed girl could’ve beaten this game.” Said the cowboy.

Wise Guy repeats his sarcasm.

“Ooooooh, I feel like I’m gonna we my pants. Wah! Wah!”

The cowboy tells Angel “Blondie, take your sister somewhere else, cause this will be a deadly one.”

Angel quickly nodded her head and took Blossom to safety.

“Hey, hey! I was about to beat up those girls!” Wise Guy whines.

“Too bad.” The cowboy said as he pulled the trigger.

As Angel and Blossom were at a different spot, they heard a gunshot.

Angel and Blossom ran back to the food court.

As they got there, the three Goths, were carrying a huge bag.

“Hey, what happened to Wise Guy?” Angel asked them.

“I shot at his feet and he ran away.” The cowboy said to Angel.

“Oh…well, thank you for standing up for us.” Angel thanked the cowboy.

“Nah, no need to thank me. I just love intimidating people with my gun shots. Har!” The cowboy said with a chuckle.

“Are you new participants?” Angel asked them.

“Yes.” Said the lady with purple hair.

“My name is Angel and this is my sister Blossom.” Angel said.

“Hello! Yello! Jello!” Blossom shouts.

The three Goths just stare.

“Aren’t you gonna tell me your names?” Angel asked.

“We’d love to but we should be on our way.” Said the lady in purple

“Ya know, I hope we see each other again, I got a good feeling about you three. We should hang out sometime.” Angel said with joy.

“I’m sure we will.” Said the lady in purple.

“Okay, we gotta get our lunch now! I see our friends waiting for us. See ya’ll later!” Angel shouts and waves.

“Bye bye and thank you fow saving us!” Blossom shouts and waves too.

As the sisters make it to their friends, they asked.

“Who are those three?” Thomas asked Angel.

“They're new participants.” Angel told them.

“Why are they carrying a huge bag though?” Venus asked.

Angel wondered too until Blossom shouts. “Huwwy up! I’m hungwy!”

“Oh right! Right! Lunch time!” Angel quickly remembered.

“Hey, why is the food court empty all of a sudden. It’s like we’re the only ones here.” Mai said as she looked around.

“I know right? Well, good news is we don’t have to wait in a huge line anymore.” Angel said with a smile.

“That is odd.” Thomas whispered.

And so Angel and company all went to get their lunch. And who were those mysterious goths. But that’s another story for another chapter.

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owlaholic68 · 6 years

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Fic Writing

Since I’ve just (almost) finished writing chapter 9 of Au-Dela/Beyond the Stars, I thought I’d do a lovely little retrospective of my writing and translating experience!

The most obvious thing is that my writing speed in French has improved dramatically. I just busted out over 1000 words today, which is not bad compared to my English writing speed, and is way better than it was when I started.

My random thoughts on chapters I’ve written:

Chapter 1: there’s apparently an “entertainment officer” on Lucky and I have no idea why their job is important enough to be mentioned.

Chapter 2: I literally forgot that Lily was in this fic for some reason, don’t worry, she’ll be back. Also, I imagine Arcade’s lab to be like a Studio Ghibli greenhouse/science room.

Chapter 3: I literally don’t remember coming up with the plot for this chapter, it just happened. Also, Julie is very good friends with both Christine and Veronica, I hope that was clear.

Chapter 4: This was like the Bachelor, but less dumb and also less romantic? Also, Arcade was supposed to be in this somewhere, I don’t know where he went.

Chapter 5: This is where Arcade went. Sorry, man, your job sucks. Also the king does...literally nothing ever... Oh right, my big reveal! I’m not sure why I tacked it on to this chapter, but I hope it was a nice cliffhanger!

Chapter 6: This is like the Boy who Cried Wolf with all these darn fake medical emergency messages. Also, almost kissing, ugh my weakness.

Chapter 7: This chapter was supposed to almost 4000 words long, I don’t have any idea how that happened, so I split it two bc i’m back in school next week.

Chapter 7 part two (Chapter 8): Oooh this isn’t up yet, but it’s a lot of fun! Veronica’s in there, Christine’s in there, Dmitri gets some time in. I also wrote this to the angstiest songs for some reason?? Also, not to spoil anything, but some scenes go better when I just knock Arcade unconscious. I just like giving the man head wounds. It happened in She Packed No Star (in the last chapter he got a concussion), Silver Stars (knocked himself out while teleporting to Julie’s temple), and this chapter too! Sometimes I get stuck writing, then I knock him out and everything goes great!!!!! Sorry!!!!!

Chapter 9 (just mostly written): I learned a lot about old Moroccan (Marrakech specifically) ruins and architectural elements. It was a lot of fun. That’s all I’ll say.

Sometimes I forget what words I’ve used, and I always have my previous chapters open. Recent example: the word “stretcher” has two different words in French, and I just jumped back to Chapter 1 to find exactly which one I’d used. I have a weirdly good memory for exact times that I’ve used certain words or phrases.

Oh, the agony of decisions concerning formality of language...Christine just started using “tu” with Lynn and I’ve just been screaming internally the whole time I’ve been writing.

WHY do I use the present participle so much?????

THANK GOODNESS I made a stylistic decision a long time ago to write in present tense, because this would have been a lot harder if I would have had to write in passé simple or in another past tense.

Forgot the spelling of the word “emperor” in french, jotted it down in English on my document, went to go look up the word and forgot how to spell it in English, had to go back to what I’d written. I should’ve just looked at my other chapters. It was in chapter One. It would have taken half as much time.

*word* *looks up French/English equivalent* *while page is loading, I think of the right word in French/English, now I just have the dictionary page open for no reason*

“La main” or “le main”? I’ve used the word for “hand” about 30 times a chapter, still second-guess myself on the gender of the noun.

*writes romance interlude* *interlude is longer than my normal chapters* *interlude also contains important plot elements, so it’s basically just another chapter*

I actually have to set aside specific time for romantic interactions, bc sometimes I just forget...that that’s one of my main plot elements...Also (for example) bc of plot restraints, Veronica often can’t be a big part of the other chapters (yet), so she needs a little bit of designated Lynn Interaction Time. And since this is my first time writing a poly thing, that little bit of extra relaxed time will come in handy later.

While translating into English, I go to look up a phrase. After reading the dictionary definition, I don’t like it. Then I somehow remember the exact phrase that I had wanted to say while writing it originally in French.

Translation is great bc I know EXACTLY what the author was trying to convey, because I AM the author.

Finds errors in my French version while translating it into English.

WHY aren’t there as many descriptive words for saying things different ways in French? Ughhhhhh there’s basically no difference between scream/yell/shout/say loudly/squeal/squeak, they’re all just “crier/hurler”

WHY do I have all these weird sentences that are just “she stood up.” Why did I feel like I needed to write these in French?

stuff that sounds better in French

stuff that sounds better in English

stuff that doesn’t sound good in either

I have to translate right at the end, bc otherwise I’ll change/add things in my French draft that I then have to go change/add in my English one and it’s a huge pain

PRONOUNS. Example: Technically Dmitri should use the feminine “elle” because the word for plant is feminine, but he of course uses “il” which I’m not sure exactly conveys that Arcade is saying “he” not “it”???? Also Arcade uses “tu” with Dmitri, fyi.

Also PRONOUNS between all these women are killing me.

Speaking of Dmitri, I have no idea why I picked that name. I think I looked up French nature-related names, and something similar to that came up? I just really like the name.

I either write a whole paragraph without looking up a single word, or I have to look up every word in a single sentence. The former results in fast writing of quick-action scenes that I go back and edit, the latter makes for some lovely poetic descriptions.

Lynn is always hesitating for some reason. She’s also making lots of eye contact too. Julie is always smiling. Christine is always showing lots of nonverbal affection. Arcade always has something in his hands.

Speaking of Christine, I did toy with the idea of making her unable to speak, but ultimately forgot about it and dropped the idea within 0.5 seconds of writing Christine dialogue. I don’t regret it one bit.

The king was supposed to be House?? And now he’s not, but he still kind of is?? Oh well I don’t care about him anymore...

I had the first story arc mapped out pretty detailed, this second one is going to be about 95% done on the fly, I pretty much just know what’s going to happen at the end. It’s going to be very character driven. There’s going to be an overarching plot with Star-Trek-style episodes thrown in.

I can’t decide what the ship’s hierarchy is?? Definitely (in order): the king, Lynn, Julie, and then I think Christine and Boone, then Fantastic and Reyes, then other minor officers?

Somehow tropes from Silver Stars (Greek Mythology AU) are trying to creep into this story. One Big One is coming in Chapter 9 that I kept bc it still feels right, but I realized halfway through that this particular story element is kind of familiar. There’s also a lot of mentions of stars and the night sky that I don’t know why I’m still using in this fic, but it does still paint a very lovely picture.

I’m definitely describing a lot more in french, but also describing things less in some ways. Sometimes I go to translate certain parts, and I’m shocked by how little time I spent describing scenery. But other times, I realize that I’ve gone into detail about the diplomatic structure of peace treaties in my AU.

Uhhhhh a lot of times I write fic on my phone, and I just can’t do that with this, because I always need at least one dictionary tab open, and usually another couple tabs with music or research. However, it’s easier for me to edit my French drafts on my phone because I have a french keyboard option, which I can’t get a handle on on my desktop.

I try to listen to French music when I write in French, but anything’s fair game when I’m translating. I always come up with ideas when I’m in my car listening to either Bob Dylan songs or Woodie Guthrie protest/pro-union anthems.

I can’t believe I’ve written so much, and I’m still probably just under halfway through (if even). Also, I can’t believe that I’ve actually have consistent updates of decent lengths, every single week! This fic has been so much fun to write and translate, and has definitely been the slowest burn romance I’ve ever written!

I hope that everyone reading has enjoyed reading as much as I’ve enjoyed writing!

#fallout #meta #fic writing #courier lynn #au-dela au #francais #fnv #space au

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lillikat · 6 years

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Dear Pervert – An Open Letter.

*Names will not be mentioned so as to protect the guilty. This letter may contain issues which could trigger those with a past history of sexual abuse or harassment - ie: most women*

Dear Pervert,

So we’ve been acquaintances on Twitter for what must be now 6 years or so. You followed me, and I reciprocated. I remember as I don’t find and follow many over there, only the truly fascinating, which you did not come under.

You whore your watercolour paintings on Twitter, occasionally asking for feedback and often not actually wanting it. Just trying to “engage your audience” I suppose. I gave feedback on works I liked and on aspects that you openly asked for. Very occasionally you replied to me. Nice, but busy and possibly rather self involved was my diagnosis of you from these interactions.

I believe you once sent me a spam message, whining about how you wanted me to promote you or join you on Facebook. I ignored the crap out of that. Perhaps there was more to that message, now I think about the way you treated me yesterday.

Your watercolours are supposedly amongst the best in the UK with your distinct style which you have given a unique name to (yes bitch, I did look you up and did some light internet homework after our interaction yesterday. Some of these details were most unflattering, very eye-opening and brought some light to our interaction). I was happy to retweet on my own terms, as I liked your use of light, perhaps even considered buying one at some point when I actually had money, obviously not now. I wouldn’t want anything your fuckboy hands have been involved in anywhere near me now.

So despite our complete lack of personal interaction, really getting chatting to each other, you decided to push yourself on me yesterday. Not the first, nor shall you be the last to demand my attention by DMing me out of nowhere, relying upon the fact I have manners and humanity, knowing that I would not outright ignore a simple greeting. However, I smelt fuckery straight away. You see a LOT of men seem to think I am here for their amusement, be that sexual or otherwise.

**Look boys, if your mum didn’t breast feed you enough or hug you, that is not my problem. If you want me to be your therapist, I require payment and for you, “Dear Pervert” that price is tripled. **

So regardless of my thinking “oh shit, another man looking for a mother or slut and I can’t be titted being either.” I responded to your ill conceived, terribly spelt attempt at communication. Perhaps I was wrong, after all, you try to sell work through this Twitter account, by DM nevertheless, there’s just no way you’d risk your professional reputation by being a creepy man on this account, would you?

Yet you did exactly that. 7 messages, that’s what it took you. No romance, no wooing, no paying attention to social cues like me telling you I am busy working, hinting (so clearly that a dog would have picked up my not so subtleties) that I wanted to be left alone and had no interest in you whatsoever. You just kept going didn’t you? Did not give one fuck that you might be making me uncomfortable, annoyed and deeply nauseous. No, because your dick was in control. You pathetic sack of crap, you let your base animal instincts override any sense of socially acceptable behaviour that you might have had.

7 messages of me saying I am working and you sending badly spelt trash, bibbling on about how your in bed and so tired. “Go to sleep then you absolute fanny and stop bothering me I have work to do” was what I was thinking but instead I stated “I am working, I have a lot to do so it will be many hours before I can similarly relax like you are doing.”

You piled on ambiguous emojis like a schoolgirl who’s just got their first smartphone. “Here check this shit out” I called to my husband as I stated I thought I had yet another live one on DM. That was on your second message - the third in our entire interaction. Then you witter on about distracting me from work. ”Dear Pervert”, you really should've bowed out but oh no, not you. You felt entitled didn't you? You then had me reaffirm my I AM BUSY statement and then sent me a shot of your erection barely clothed by grotty hospital style pyjamas.

What in the name of anything sacred or sane were you thinking? At no point did I state any interest in your grotty ass. Not one smidgeon. Not one cell of my being asked for your vague innuendo then shot of your erection. Bam! Rank pyjamas and that, in my face.

Thank you, “Dear Pervert”. Thank you for not reading my timeline or taking any blind bit of notice that I am part of the #metoo movement, part of the #SexAbuseChat survivors. Only recently found my voice. Only started to barely grace the depths of my survival and story. Barely trusting, yet finding strength in the shared stories of my sisters of the internet, stronger perhaps than I can ever be, who have managed to out their pain sooner. More succinctly than I.

Do you want to know my first thought “Dear Pervert”? You made me flashback to the time when I was on holiday with my natural father in a Bulgaria. The last time he forced me to share a room with him. You made me recall those 2 weeks in all their glory. Buckle up buttercup, because this is what you had me relive and refeel in all it's hideous detail. Part one. The Flasher. Not my first, by now I am in my early teens. I have faced emotional, physical, psychological and sexual abuse for many years. That was my secret. I became good at keeping secrets. But that’s a whole set of tales for another time, “Dear Pervert”.

Back to the flasher. My second by this point. I am waiting to get breakfast, it’s a raised static trailer, I am short and have to tiptoe to see over the counter edge. I place my order, the man says just a minute and exits. I step back and wait for what must be 5-10 minutes. I am looking at my shoes, bored and bewildered, when out of my peripheral vision I see the cook come back in, with his dick in his hand, masturbating furiously. By now, I know what to do. I am a child and already had faced so much worse. "Reaction, this shitbag wants me to give anything" was my first thought. Now my first flasher I shot down in flames by pointing at his penis and in my loudest, best stage laugh proclaimed if that’s all he had he’d better see a surgeon. This one deserved more and less. I immediately looked down at my watch swore about this guy being a lazy so and so, then walked off in the opposite direction to the nearest busy shop. I was shaking, I thought I was going to pass out or throw up. I walked slowly so he wouldn’t know I saw him, then sped up gradually, afraid this man was going to chase after me.

Part two. Daddy Dearest. I got back to the hotel room I shared with my father, telling him about the incident in full detail, as soon as he arrived. Surely he will do something or know who to tell, was my logic. No, in my natural father’s true style, he decided this would be the perfect occasion to show me his throbbing penis. Again for no reason. We were both reading later, after dinner. Father was in his underpants & t-shirt, which until then never bothered me. He then yelled jovially “hey what do you think of this?” and as I looked over at his bed he whipped down his underwear to reveal my second unwanted erection of the day. Again “Dear Pervert” I cannot underline, that even at this tender age, I was not a person to be reckoned with.

Let me break this down for those who have never experienced true fear. Seconds, feel like hours. Your heart races, you feel giddy, throat goes dry you swallow - it’s sand, you feel the shaking start, the adrenaline has kicked it now you have an eternity in this moment of horror. Sadly, I had lived here before. Many times. Fortunately, I have learned how to construct complex battle plans in those uncomfortable moments. A few seconds was all I needed.

I took one look at my natural father’s erection, raised an eyebrow and told him he should take that shit on children’s TV as a puppet act. Perhaps the broom cupboard on CBBC would take his act? I then went back to reading my book. I knew if I had reacted in any other way, we would have issues. Joke it off, brush it off as just a bit of fun then jam in the fact YOU ARE A CHILD in large letters, in hopes he will see. From that moment on, things between my father and I got worse. The brutal reality I had to face was that my father wanted me. Completely, in every sense of the word. My everything. I had to run. I had to survive, again. This had become my normality. I could never let him know that I had been here before. I knew even then, he would see that information as some sort of gateway for him to start full on abuse mode. I was not about to let that happen.

So to put it succinctly “Dear Pervert” you triggered memories of my father. For that I hate you.

In your scale of thinking it’s nothing, your junk was technically covered. No, no and NO. No means no, by the way. Drinking is not an excuse ever (looks like this excuse might be a habit for you “Dear Pervert”, again you made me look you up).

As for having a bad week, which was the main crux of your excuse. A bad week? Try having a hellish couple of years in which you almost lose every damn thing including your sanity and will to live. I’ve had that and not once sent pics of my flaps to random internet men. I think I might be able to speak on behalf of most women and say none of us would do that shit ever. I mean genitals are not attractive.

You don’t even remotely tickle my turnip “Dear Pervert” so why in god’s name would you think “oooh my barely covered erection is just what this conversation needs”?

You sir are a fuckwit. A massive gaping, diseased one at that. I have spent a day and a half by now (yeah writing this much vitriol takes time, it’s a craft) hating you “Dear Pervert” for the following reasons.

1: You hold a position of power. Lots of followers on Twitter, prolific artist, seemingly professional. I am an artist, just starting out, being sneered at for my style by the likes of bigwigs such as you. That is why I spoke to you on DM, that is why I gave you the time of day. I thought we shared a common passion, that you might be wanting to talk shop or art. You entered into a contract of trust and you pissed all over it. That’s what you’re doing when you randomly seek attention from a woman on the internet by the way. If they give you the time of day back, count your blessings behave like a gentleman and keep your dick where it belongs. Off my DMs and not in my face. You abused your position of power. For shame!

2: Right at the exact time your fuckery started my dog decided to start violently throwing up. Yet I had to take time out to yell at you & report you. So I’m just blaming you for my dog being sick, because I think she saw your pathetic wang and it made her chuck. That’s what I’m telling myself anyway. It pleases me to do so.

3: I have had panic attacks, stomach aches & headaches since, thanks to the constant supply of panic adrenaline that my body seems to use as some form of defence. My heart has been racing, I can’t sleep & can’t eat. So thank you for that trauma.

4: You didn’t even care when I yelled at you and told you that I am not here to be an object of sexual gratification nor amusement to internet randoms, that I was a human with actual real feeligns attached to them. I also informed you that I am married, and again I didn’t want your pervy nonsense. Now every letter is riddled with hidden intent and double entendre. Every character takes on new meaning in light of your behaviour. You gave me eye rolled emoji like a fucking child. You make me sick.

5: I now worry about the safety of other women on the internet. Oh but fear not “Dear Pervert” the whisper network is in effect. I can’t out you here, but I absolutely can tell my loved ones to avoid you like a dose of virulent crabs. They have been told you are not professional and you are not a safe person. I think we can both agree on those very simple facts. My ladies will give you wide berth, they will tell other women who will tell other women who will tell other women. So in short if you’ve done this before (which I have to believe you have & much worse) it will come out eventually. If you really were just showing your dick to me and I was your special first, note if you do this again, the network will get stronger. Why? Because we are looking out for one another in trying times, as only real, actual humans do.

With that “Dear Pervert” I sign off.

Know the pain you have caused me and know you just pushed me to out pain and truth that I have never done before. You broke me, now there might be a landslide of cathartic outings here.

Sisters of the internet! You are not alone, together we are stronger. You there reading this, yes you. You are a Goddess. No you are, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

Men, treat every woman as the Goddess she is. After all women have paid homage to your masculinity for aeons. Return the favour.

If we all treat each other as Gods & Goddesses, with the full respect that holds, perhaps there might be less of this infestation of men believing they have privilege over woman’s domain. Because random internet boys, we owe you nothing not one thing, therefore you have no right to demand anything from us ever.

We are not your sex toys.

We have feelings.

Yours Blistering with Rage

#metoo #onlinepervert #abuse #personal

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todokori-kun · 7 years

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Ok:

Luna, you’re the best. You’re smart, you’re talented, you’re dedicated, you’re creative and caring, a wonderful listener, so much fun to debate with, and the best friend anyone could ever ask for. I’m so grateful for everything you’ve helped me with ever since we started talking; I respect your resolve. You’re unique and amazing, and I’m so, so sorry this is happening to you.

I won’t go into detail because it’s a complicated story that’s also way too long, but I’ve sort of felt that way before too (thinking it might be better if I just disappeared/wishing I didn’t exist/feeling worthless). It sucks.

I don’t know if this’ll help, but just know that I’m always here to listen if you need it. You can Email me (though I guess that’s probably not an option lol) or just, like, I don’t know, maybe post something on the blog like ‘Evans can we talk’ and I’ll definitely see it and respond because I stalk this place 24/7 (Evans is a creep please don’t encourage her). I’ve also been considering finally getting a tumblr so maybe we’ll be able to PM each other sometime.

There’s absolutely nothing to apologize for. It’s really brave to talk about stuff like this (I never can). And if there’s any way I can help, please, let me know.

(Also, funny story (it’s actually gross and is basically just Evans whining about stuff):

I know from experience that stomach-related sicknesses suck. When I first started taking swimming lessons I was an idiot with zero stamina who could barely swim halfway across the pool without coming up for air, so needless to say, I ended up gulping a ton of water (especially since my teacher didn’t go easy on me; mom told her not to because I’m a sloth and I usually won’t do any exercise on my own besides simple stretches and some walking/running). I mean, the water in swimming pools is usually a bit disgusting, and it’s even worse where I take lessons because it’s a pretty old place and I don’t think it gets cleaned that often… so not only did accidentally swallowing it trigger my clean-freak senses, I also ended up with a terrible stomachache. I thought it was fine, that it would pass. But then I got a fever and every other thing I ate made me feel like someone was twisting my intestines from the inside, I couldn’t even lie down and rest for a sec because whenever I moved or tried to change positions it got even worse ;p; (also my mom never let it go, she kept jokingly 'reminding’ me that water from a swimming pool is not something you should drink after I started swimming again. I guess I kinda deserved it, though. I was an idiot))

That sounds so lovely <3 I’d really love to go visit Norway myself sometime, though I’ll probably have to wait a few years (my mom has back problems that make it painful for her to stay in one position for too long, so long plane/car rides are a huge no). And oooh if you have any good pictures I’d love to see them :D

Thanks, I’m glad I managed to explain my shipping reasons (like it’s so hard to properly talk about why I ship stuff sometimes XD)! I would give anything to have you join me in Stoki hell so let me just recommend basically the entire Remember This Cold series (it’s angsty as heck so proceed with caution…there are bits of humor and fluff in there, though, and then some extremely rare (almost) pure fluff fics. Like the one where Steve wants to propose but is a nervous bean because Loki’s a PRINCE and he wants to make it perfect). I’ll also try to find some more good fics later becase I can’t remember any titles right now ^^;;

YES ANOTHER T'CHALLA FAN I adore this guy (also I feel like he has a really cool voice. Not really sure why, it just sounds so nice). I really respect him for his attitude towards Steve and Bucky after he figures out Bucky’s not the real murderer, and how he later stops letting his anger towards his father’s killer consume him.

We’ll fangirl over the Black Panther movie together when it comes out, won’t we *schwing*

(right after I wrote 'schwing’ I got this mental image of Hisoka having his glowing, expolsive schwing moments after seeing T'Challa. And then Hisoka schwinging in theater while watching MCU movie fight scenes. Why am I like this)

I can draw, but I don’t know how to animate so these memes will never be a thing ;-; it’s so sad, I’ve got everything planned out…everytime eyes are mentioned the screen zooms in on Illumi’s eyes (yes even when Illumi’s not in the song because he’s a Zoldyck assassin, you can’t keep him out) and the word 'eyes’ gets the weird treatment where all these high/low/metallic(?) voices get layered so it sounds like the creepiest thing ever

('History has its eyes on you but it’s actually Illumi’ is both the animatic I want to see the most and the animatic I hope will never be created)

Fun HxH facts I want to let you know about:

Kite (AKA Ging’s student and Gon’s big brother figure) is dead and has been brainwashed into being a weapon/punching bag for his captors. When sunshine angel Gon meets the new Kite he lets Kite beat him up and then hugs him, promising to save him (THE FEEEEEEELSS)

Forgot to mention this about Chrollo, but when Kurapika killed one of his troupe (a guy named Uvogin), Chrollo acted all cool and never really talked about Uvo…

but then he had the rest of the troupe murder 2000 mafiosi guarding a building they were trying to get into, and while watching the chaos from afar, listening to their enemy’s screams, he started waving his hands as if conducting an orchestra…

“Uvogin-san. Can you hear it? This requiem we’re dedicating to you.”

(jeez Chrollo we know you’re extra but you can’t just murder 2000 people and play a funeral march with their cries of horror every time you lose a subordinate)

Lastly: There’s a new character named Knuckle who’s like the HxH version of Metal Bat. He is the sweetest cinnamon roll. I love him. I’ll send you a pic later

So um did you hear the news about Hinami

(Queen Luna cosplaying Maka(? or any of the other three MCs)…omg that sounds so awesome)

*facepalm* ok WHOOPS I actually read about that on the SE wiki a while ago. How did I forget about it

Yep! It was so good <33 (Lizzy looks so graceful and pretty I can’t even) I actually found the whole movie on YT but just watched the parts I was really looking forward to seeing animated, like UT’s fight scene, Seb getting stabbed, the rest of the Midford family…(Francis’ hair shocked me. Idk how to feel about it. At first I thought it made her look like an old lady, but then, the more I look at it, the prettier it gets…like, it’s actually a really nice design, but I guess I got too used to manga!Francis lol)

Light is the trash GOD.

(hope you get to read the light novel! As far as I know it’s got a TON of L and Naomi in it so it might make you feel better :D)

Oh yeah, I get what you mean. Light’s reasoning/views on the justice system probably connects a lot to the culture and social issues of Japan at the time.

DN’s probably still one of the easier-to-adapt mangas out there, though, since the themes of justice and questioning the idea of 'greater good’ is something anyone can relate to (and they still botched it, I’m very salty about this and you can’t stop me ;-; even with how terrible Ryuk and Rem looked in them, the Japanese movies were WAY better, and it’s actually pretty rare that Japan makes a good live-action movie from a manga or anime. Apparently the TG movie that came out this year was pretty good too, though :D).

(I apparently somehow accidentally erased the part where I mentioned I actually read HCs/theories about Japanese-American Light on tumblr somewhere….that’s what got me thinking about it.

I agree though, seeing how different cultures would change Light’s character would be very interesting.)

The lack of potato chips doomed the entire Keikaku from the start.

I can see you being similar to Pearl too! I think I’m maybe a bit like Lapis…or possibly Connie. Or maybe Blue Diamond because I also cry way too much (but then again BD actually has a reason to be miserable so)

Those are both cool gems<3 and yeah, they’re both really pretty :D

I was talking about gem 'roles’ back on Homeworld, though ^^;; like, how Pearls are considered servants or pretty accessories, Diamonds are leaders, fusions like Garnet are outcasts, Rubies are 'dumb muscle’, Sapphires are valuable prophets, Peridots are tech experts, Jaspers are soldiers…sorry, I should’ve been more specific OTL

I’d probably be a Pearl lol. I could see myself being a Peridot and being scared to death without a Quartz soldier to guard me but I’m not good with any kind of technology so nah.

And sorry for asking weird questions, I forgot it’s been a while since you watched the show ^^;;

Hey, don’t feel bad about slow replies! Like I said before, I seriously don’t mind as long as you’re ok :D and I’m so glad I’ve managed to help.

('a friend I appreciate’ *ugly sobbing* thank you)

Did someone say suffering?

*'Remember That We Suffered’ plays in the background*

DID THE QUEEN JUST SAY 'Goals’ ABOUT SOMETHING I MADE OMG I’M FREAKING OUT TYSM

Ayyy I’m so glad you liked them! (The Hide pic was painted with the intent to kill)

(last thing:

I’m sorry, this is probably really creepy, but I ended up telling my mom about you because she asked who I was talking to (she knows I have internet friends and has seen me writing messages before). Since I’m only 13 she worries about the people I talk (she knows all my friends on ao3) so I told her some small things like your age, that you’re from Croatia, that you play the piano too and that you mentioned having a sister.

I’m really, really sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, mom just worries a lot and she likes to hear about my friends (like, she worries for my safety on the internet so she has to ask me some basic things about the people I talk with, and when she knows I have a good friend on the internet she sometimes wants to hear if my relationship with them is ok). I’d never tell her something really private but sometimes she wants to talk and I know she worries for me so I do tell her small, random details from our convos.

if you’re uncomfortable with that, though, I’ll stop. Again, I’m so sorry about this.)

And after two weeks of silence, the species finally shows some signs of life. ;-;

I’m totally not crying. I’ve said this so many times and you’re probably getting annoyed, but I have no idea what I did to deserve you in my life. You’re actually the only person I’d told about my current mental state at that time, and I’m so glad you didn’t freak out or just write it away as me overreacting (like my mom did), and it means so so so much to me. Truly, thank you for being here for me. (And not giving up on me, considering how long my replies take ;-;)

I’m here for you as well, though, so if you’re ever feeling down, you can message me ^^

Oh, it’d be cool if you’d get a tumblr! I can guarantee my replies would be faster then, since the messages would show up in my notifications...

Also, to brighten things up a little, this is how I picture you at the beginning of the message:

Oh god that sounds disgusting XD And perfectly describes why I don’t wanna do swimming as a sport. Are you still swimming? It’d be cool if you were, cause it’s a really beautiful sport imo.

That’s unfortunate... Hopefully you’ll be able to visit it someday ^^

Tbh considering the shit I unironically ship sometimes, no ship is weird enough to be unexplainable. Name a single reason why you ship it, and it’s valid in my eyes. Heck, it can be ‘they look good together’ and I’ll say ‘makes sense’. Y’know why? Because I’m one of those ppl who will ship it if they so much as look at each other.

ok fun fact: I’ve loved T’Challa since I was like 8, because every summer, there would be a weekly publication of superhero comics, and Black Panther was almost always there, and I was a nerd even then, so I’d always buy them. Other than Spiderman, Black Panther was my favourite superhero.

Lololol I need the HxH Cast watching MCU movies. Oh yeah, I found this a while ago and immediately thought of you:

Amazing... If you ever learn to animate, please send me a link, because I will pay money to see that. Just. I’m not even into HxH, but I’d give up a lot to see the crossover XD

Ouch, that seems like a lot of feels... Seriously I have no idea where you get the mental strength to read to many angsty moments...

um, yeah... i have actually... but um, she’s alive, right?

Turns out I gave my skirt I’d used to charity, so until i find a replacement, I can’t take any pics... well, at least i can grow my hair out to Maka’s length till that happens XD

I adore the movie, seriously, the animators did such an amazing job with it, especially the most important scenes. BUT HECK; WHEN WILL WE FIND OUT WHAT OUR CIEL’S NAME IS?? It’s been hinted that it’s quite unusual, BUT THAT MAKES IT EVEN HARDER HNNNGH

Oh yeah, I’m gonna find that novel even if it kills me, because I need the L.

lol I still haven’t forgiven the movie adaptation of Avatar the Last Airbender. It was so bad that most people (including me are denying its existence). I might watch Death Note some time soon, so I can judge it for myself tbh...

Of course, the chips were a vital part of the Keikaku... No wonder it didn’t succeed...

No worries! It’s not your fault! Tbh, i dont think id even reached that part when I was watching it, so it’s interesting to hear all the roles... Aw, you’d be an adorable Peridot ^^

Tbh ‘friend that I appreciate’ doesn’t even begin to describe how precious you are to me. You’re the first online friend I made and the first person I told about my mental state, so honestly, you’re one of the people I feel closest to...

Nah, I don’t find it creepy at all!! Seriously, I sometimes tell my parents about people I talk to, so I’ve mentioned well ^^ It’s your choice what/who you’ll talk about ^^

#evans #submission

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gettinziggywithit · 7 years

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A Worthy Pet: Part 1

I started my first Villainous fic. Be gentle.

The laboratory was deathly quiet as Dr. Flug put the finishing touches on his latest invention. The lack of interruptions from Demencia and Black Hat had him more on edge than he ever felt before. It had become clockwork for him to be working on something for hours on end only for one of the two, or sometimes both within the span of 15 minutes to burst in, yell and make a complete mess of everything. Several useful inventions and weapons had met their demise under these situations, so when he was left by himself for over six hours, the silence had his anxiety skyrocketing. He wasn’t about to prowl the halls looking for his tormentors though, no one walked directly into the lion’s den by their own free will if they were smart.

It felt odd that an invention was actually tested and completed as he placed it into the ornate glass dome holder that Black Hat insisted on having. With nothing else to do but wait until the deadline hour, the scientist twiddled his fingers nervously as he swiveled in his barely used chair. He’d never had down time before and he was finding the uncomfortable silence more unpleasant than Black Hat screaming the house down while he quickly worked on less than 3 hours of sleep conditions.

An idea suddenly came to mind though, with the little free time available, he could start working on his 5.0.6. prototype. In the beginning, Black Hat had gone out of his way to several dimensions to gather samples from ferocious creatures for the doctor to Frankenstein together a hellish beast that would be worthy enough to be called Black Hat’s pet. After 5.0.5.s’ failure to turn out as a malicious being, Black Hat stripped him of his creation duties. 5.0.5. was a sweet blue bear who could make a fine meal and clean better than any maid and was probably Flug’s only true friend, but he wanted to prove his Boss wrong. He was competent and smart enough to make a creature that bled evil from its very pores, after all, he was a mad scientist. Well, more like a constantly pushed to his breaking point scientist. Same difference.

Dr. Flug scoffed as he gathered his supplies, with the constant abuse he received from Black Hat, he felt like a pet that Black Hat bossed around….he just wasn’t a worthy pet evidently. If his past self could see what his present self was dealing with, he would’ve ended his misery in an instant. But, over the years, Flug got used to the treatment and he wouldn’t say it to anyone, not even 5.0.5., but he started to enjoy the abuse. Not to mention the whole signing his soul to Black Hat for eternity after his near death incident with the heroes probably played into the situation as well.

Black Hat was never excessively lethal towards him though. He valued his scientist’s mind too much to smear him all over the floor when he got upset, he was merely a rag doll that Black Hat could thrash around for a bit. He still had wounds to his limbs and head after a recent invention blew up in their faces and he soon found himself launched through the air with just a kick of Black Hat’s foot and landed on the unforgiving cement lab floor. Those were easily healed, but when Black Hat got his transforming tentacles out….Flug shook his head, hopefully he would avoid another outburst since he actually had a complete, working invention for once.

This little gadget should please the Boss immensely and make for a fantastic commercial. It looked simple enough, just a plain looking remote, but once the button was activated, it would send signals to the brains out to the general populace anywhere between the immediate area to within a good 50 mile radius based on the setting one chose. The signals would cause the common man to drop everything and immediately start fighting with one another to the death. Ok, maybe he had stolen the idea of remote controlled violence from a motion picture, but it was too good to pass up! Black Hat did always enjoy unnecessary excessive bloodshed with his weapons and this was sure to amuse him. He hoped it would also come with praise. If and when Black Hat was ever courteous, which was extremely rare, his compliments were top class. Flug heard it so little, it was almost arousing to hear such foreign words come from Black Hat’s mouth. Flug realized his thoughts were leading him down a dark, sinful path and he bag palmed. This was his boss for god’s sake! A boss that completely wrecked him, leaving him hot and burning and if only he could- A low moan shook him from his thoughts and went to check on the unconscious men in his homemade cells and smiled beneath his bag.

If there’s one thing that brought out the crazed, mad scientist feeling in him, it was the chance to test his inventions on the unsuspecting townsfolk. So many of his designs never saw the light of day and many of the prisoners they kept were often put to better use as the target of Black Hat’s wrath when he got angry enough. Ugh, having to clean the cells constantly after one of his Boss’ meltdowns was particularly unpleasant. But now, now he’d get to test his remote on them and for once, show off a little. It would do his damaged ego some good to do so.

He cleared his table and unlocked the samples from the cryo-freezer. He hoped with the frozen conditions that it kept the specimens fresh. He selected several vials and using a thin syringe, pulled equal amounts out and into waiting flasks. He could hardly read the labels on the different tubes even with his goggles, but thought if Black Hat chose them, there wasn’t going to be a wrong mixture. The more horrendous it turned out, the better, so with several flasks placed in front of him like a buffet, Flug inspected each with precision and finally picked out 5 of them to play with. One had to be extremely careful when mixing foreign substances and he held the beaker and flask close to his goggles and started to pour the first of the brightly colored liquids. What a monster this should turn out to be~

Not 10-15 minutes later, he held a brightly colored beaker in his hand and stirred it carefully. If it was mixed too hard, that could cause a chain reaction in itself. Sighing, he pour the contents into a round bottom flask above a bright blue flame and watched as it started to bubble and boil, turning a dark violet color. He let it boil for another half hour, then would let it cool and finally immerse some organic material within it to mutate it into something, hopefully, absolutely monstrous.Some time later he put the now pitch black contents into a bottle and placed it on his desk. He needed to make sure the specimens were put back into the freezer so they could-

“WHATCHA DOING, FLUGGIE?!”

The specimens very nearly flew out of Flug’s hands as he let out a shriek of his own and turned to see a very amused Demencia behind him. “D-DEMENCIA! GET OUT OF MY LAB THIS INSTANT!” She laughed and walked around the lab touching everything in sight. “NOW FLUGGIE, YOU’VE BEEN COOPED UP HERE ALL DAY WORKING ON STUFF AND I-OOOH WHAT’S THIS?!” She found the dome that contained his new invention and he quickly set the specimens down carefully, not wanting to damage them. “DON’T TOUCH THAT, DEMENCIA! I FINALLY GOT A WORKING INVENTION TO SHOW BLACK HAT!”

Demencia payed no attention and pressed her face into the glass, “OOOOOOH, WHAT’S IT DO?” She grimaced as she tried lifting the lid, but it wouldn’t budge. Even gnawing at the glass and scratching at the base did not grant her access to the mysterious device. Flug was truly upset, the one invention he gets working and she immediately tries to destroy it. He marched up to her and got in her face,“D-Demencia, get. out. of. my. LAB!” His voice started out small, but grew until spittle was soaking his paper bag.

She pouted, “YOU’RE NO FUN!” and shoved him backwards. Arms flailing wildly, he lost his balance and crashed into his desk, jostling the bottle with the mixture, causing it tip over and pour the entire contents on his head and upper torso. Demencia gasped, but then started to laugh as she ran out the lab doors, “SORRY, NOT SORRY, FLUG!” Momentarily dazed, Flug groaned as he sat up and felt his now saturated bag and peered up to see what was dripping on him. His confusion quickly turned to horror as the milky black substance finished leaking from the bottle. He looked down to see his entire top half of his body completely covered in the mixture. His appearance be damned, he ripped the bag off his head and threw off his lab coat, staggering to his feet to find something to wipe it off him.

“Shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. SHIT!”

The thought never occurred to him what might happen if the substance came into contact with human skin. He sprinted over to the emergency shower and pull the cord, drenching himself in water. The cuts and welts burned as the hot water cleaned him of the inky mess. Minutes later, he let the cord go and collapsed to his knees. That…that should’ve gotten everything off, right? He was absolutely soaked and cold as the filtered air started to give him a chill. He looked himself over and didn’t see any trace of-wait, what. is. that?!

He was staring at his arms and could see something dark seeming to course up through his veins above his gloved hands and into his chest. Forget anxiety, Flug was on the very edge of a panic attack as he searched the lab for a mirror. The dark substance had somehow invaded his body and was coursing through his bloodstream based on his visual findings after taking off his soaked shirt and finding his torso looked like someone had taken a sharpie to it.

“Ok, ok, ok, Flug. Breathe, just breathe. We need to be calm and…try and come up with an antidote to…whatever this is. Nothing has happened yet, so I guess maybe I’m just going to sport some killer looking tattoo like veins?”

He gulped and stared at himself in the mirror, he no clue if this would kill him or what it could do. His anxiety levels were off the charts though. He didn’t dare leave the lab, how would he explain this to Black Hat?! He started to tremble before a sharp pain knocked him to his knees and falling to the side, hugging his midsection.

It seems Dr. Flug could not catch a break.

#Villainous #my writing #oops falling face first into this fandom all classy like!#Dr. Flug #Dr. Flug can't catch a break #but maybe it's not all bad?#guess we'll see. ;)#'bag palmed' cracks me up

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filmfandoms · 7 years

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I LOVED Tangled: Before Ever After, so here are my main thoughts of the first episode :)

- The intro narration with Eugene and Rapunzel ♡ Always loved that part in the movie, and I LOVED that they brought it back! AND they used Rapunzel’s art style and paintings to do it!

- The Chasing Game scene! This scene shows Rapunzel’s continuous love and search for adventure! And without any severe injuries to them and the guards x) They reintroduce us with the mind-set that Rapunzel still wants to see the world, even when she did return home.

- “Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?” “Yes, yes I have..” *takes deep breath*…. AHHHHH! YESSSS OTP IS BACKKK ♡

- I LOVE this first song! They remind us of the legitstics of being a princess: curtsies, corsets, and just all those customs. And in defense of the King, he was clearly deeply affected with the loss of his daughter, so now he wants to do everything he can to never lose her like that again. Even though he is coming about that in the wrong way.. Its the classic doing the wrong things for the right reason! Eugene on the other hand is having a ball XD He is excited for this new life with the love of his life, and as an orphan who wandered the world by himself for years, he finally has a home he knows he belongs to: Rapunzel ♡ “And our story has finally reached its end. Settling down here, year upon year, tented and secure. With dozens of duties we’ll have to tend. And now that we’ve gotten the dream that we chose, now that we’re in for the haul. Now our adventures can come to a close, living happily ever after after all” They basically sum up what we probably all assumed at the end of the actual movie! Settling down, reuniting with the kingdom, and living happily ever after! Then they turn that idea on its head and I LOVE IT. They say no, no, no.. that’s not all there is to Rapunzel. They expand her character even more, and it makes so much sense! It lines up perfectly with what happened in the movie and who they were. Rapunzel lived her whole life in that tower, with just one small dream. And now that she was exposed to the outside world, she wants to know more and see more! That is just who she is ♡ Though she loves her family and her new home, she doesn’t want to go back to living within walls. She want to continue to see the world. All that character development and overall theme of this show exposed in one song! I loveee it ♡ Also the musical aspect of it! Still lines up with the feel of the music in the movie and i love everything about it ^^

- THE BOAT SCENE!! ♡ Okay, first of all, i love how that was her place of refuge, reflecting their moment in the movie. And i LOVE how Eugene knew exactly where to find her. Warms my heart. And I love how he can tell when she’s really okay, and when she’s not despite what she says. “Rapunzel, you are my dream. So as long as you are with me, that answers always gonna be yes.” AHH, I LOVE EUGENE ♡ Although, he loves the life in the kingdom and in the castle, Rapunzel is his home. Wherever she is, he would gladly call that place home as long as he is with her. LOVE IT. And I love how he knows that she isn’t comfortable with all of this, and is understanding and comforting. But for Eugene, who again, has once lived for no one but himself. He was alone, on the run, and had no home. So it’s completely understandable that he is more than happy with where they are right now. “But believe me, I’ve been all around the world and it doesn’t get any better than this. This castle, our friends, your family, each other, what else could you possibly want?” This is all and more than everything Eugene has ever dreamed of, so its completely understandable to why he would think this way :)

- “How’s that water feeling Fitzherburt?” “Dark and icy. Just like you.” XDD love it. snarky, witty, keep it coming.

- Guard patrolling and watching over the princess. Normal kingdom customs. Smacking citizen’s hands away? Attacking a butcher? Not okay ^^; So I can see why she would not be okay with that.. I think if she just had a few guards watching over her from a distance as she did as she normally does, it would’ve been fine. Because it’s not abnormal for a princess to have guards with her, but for Rapunzel, who is not having guards at all? Yeah.. not okay ^^;

- “Im in charge of the seating charts. One of the perks of the job” *seats Eugene at the kiddie table* Haha! That’s pretty funny x) I wonder how they got in that snarky, witty type of relationship though?

- EUGENE’S PROPOSAL!!! UGH CAN I PLEASE HAVE SOMEONE LIKE HIM PLEASE?? “You’re my light, my best friend” AHHHHH STRAIGHT TO THE HEART!! “and I want to be your partner in all things. I can’t wait to laugh with you and share with you. I see us raising children here.” HOOO MAH LAWD. I LOVE THIS MAN SO SO MUCH! “Here…? In this castle.. Forever?” This is where Rapunzel’s face starts to fall. She was SO happy with the thought of sharing forever eith Eugene. It was this “forever in here” that she wasn’t sure about. She wants to stay with Eugene forever, she loves him with all her heart! But she wants to have more adventures and see more things WITH him.. Not spend forever within walls. And she just didn’t know how to say that.

- Captain of the guards! Huh, makes sense x) No wonder the King put Cassandra as the lady in waiting for Rapunzel. She can teach her the ways of the kingdom AND keep her safe. Plus, she is pretty badass! I’m not 100% sure how I feel about her, yet? I don’t really like how she can sometimes get in between Rapunzel and Eugene.. but she seems loyal and understanding towards Rapunzel, which I like :)

- I love Eugene’s relationship with the guards XDD He knows their names! That’s adorablee! I love how they maintained his humorous but charming character in tact ♡ Im not sure if I said this before but OH MY GOD, DO I LOVE EUGENE!!! Hahah! And he still calls Pascal a frog!! Love itt

- Hmm… the scene where the King is talking to Eugene (as he looks for Rapunzel), I start to wonder if the King is all okay with Eugene with his daughter.. Cause in the first song, he does her Eugene Rapunzel’s “friend”, when they are obviously way more than friends. “We’ll discuss that later, son.. Much later” Hm. Well he just got his daughter back, it would make sense that he doesn’t want her to get whisked away by some guy (THOUGH HE IS THE ONE THAT RETURNED HER SAFELY BACK HOME AND IF IT WASN’T FOR HIM THEY WOULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN HER BACK) but ya, know! Maybe the King just wasn’t ready for that yet ^^;

- Oooh~ Cassy has an owl! AND MAX ♡♡♡ AHHHH MY BB BOYY! I MISS HIMM! “And between you and me, I think he’s got something for you know who” … Huh? What? Who does Max have something for? I’m slow sometimes so if something is implied I don’t always catch on.. Can someone explain to me please what they mean here? ^^;

- I love the scene where the queen and king talk in their bedroom. It clarifies the king’s reasoning and has the audience empathize and understand why he doing the things that he’s doing. He was traumatized the night of his baby daughter’s disappearance. He felt helpless. Useless even. His baby girl was gone and there was nothing he could about it. And as someone as powerful as a king, that must have been a feeling he hasn’t experienced that deeply until that day. So it makes sense to why he is doing everything in his power to keep the daughter he let slip away once, safe and secure, as he felt he should’ve years ago. “I just want to protect her.” Plain and simple ♡ A parent’s love is complicated, and is often misunderstood by their children. But they ultimately only mean the best for them.

- This next song! The way she wiggled her toes on the ground the same way she did the first time she stepped foot out of that tower in the movie. Hits home. ♡ This song just reiterates the longing and love Rapunzel has for adventure and the outdoors. Endless horizons, and the wind in her hair. She tames a wild wolf.. What a Disney princess thing of her to do x)

- Okaaaay, mysterious thorns growing the same place they found the magical flower that practically made a reactive explosion the moment it came into contact with Rapunzel and made her hair grow back??? What??? I have questions!!! Questions that I am so excited to find out as this series continues * O *)/

- YEAHHH! MAX TO THE RESCUEEE! WHAT A STALLION! AMAZINGG ♡

- EEEE! It makes me so happy that she connected back to her long-haired skills and habitas that she had before. It makes my heart sing ^^

- HAHAHA! max was called sir by the guards XDD

- Awwwh! Rapunzel can pull off any hair style if you ask me! She was soo adorable with her short brown hair and she looks just as beautiful with her long blonde hair! ♡

- EUGENE CALLING HER SUNSHINE!!! ♡♡♡♡♡

- I love how it was first instinct for Rapunzel to just tell Eugene everything that happened that night ^^ It was Cassandra who told her not to, thats why she kept it from him

- AWWWH I LOVE EUGENE!! I LOVE HOW HE IS FREAKING OUT BUT IS TRYING NOT TO FREAK OUT FOR HER AND IS TRYING REALLY HARD TO UNDERSTAND AND UGHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ♡

- Ahhhhhhh, I saw this other post saying that Cassandra was gay for Rapunzel and I didn’t believe it at first but now I kinda do!! “What happens when you’re alone is up to you” ??? “I can get you in and out of the castle without anyone knowing” ??? “You trust Eugene, but I dont” (jelly)????? “I would be taken off of princess patrol and would never see you again” ???? I AM KIND OF CONVINCED. DISNEY NEEDS TO GET HER A GIRLFRIEND!

- Her parents calling her sweetheart ♡ it warms my heart how close they are now even when she spent her entire childhood away from them - AH-UH WAIT. HUH? WHAT?? EX-CAH-USE ME?? CASSANDRA. YOU DONT LIKE EUGENE NOT ONLY FOR RAPUNZEL BUT FOR ANYONE?? SO YOU JUST DONT LIKE HIM! I THOUGHT THE SNARKY FRIENDSHIP THING WAS JUST THAT! AT LEAST IT WAS A FRIENDSHIP! WHYY??? IS IT BECAUSE YOU LOVE RAPUNZEL? IM SORRY HONEY BUT NO. - AWWHH! Mother-daughter bonding timeee! ♡ “Plus et an vous. It means there’s more in you” I LOVE IT - AHHH EUGENE’S “WOW” TO RAPUNZEL ♡ My heart is all a flutter~ - Just who is this Lady Caine?? What does she want? :/// And why?? …. Oh. That’s why. - RAPUNZEL, EUGENE, AND CASSANDRA COMMUNICATING WITH JUST THEIR FACES. I LOVE IT ♡ - AAAAND THE HAIR IS OUT!!! WOOOOOOO! “THATS MY GIRL” IM WITH EUGENE ♡ I LOVE BADASS RAPUNZEL! EEEE AND SHE IS USING HER HAIR AGAIN! -THE FRYING PAN!!! YEAHHH I MISS THOSEE! AND EUGENE CALLED HER BLONDIE! MY HEART IS SINGINGGGGG!! ♡ - YEAHH MAX AND PASCAL!! WOOOO! ♡ THE GANG IS BACKK! - Awwh.. protective dad problems :( I get you girl.. But now she’s back locked up in walls? - Eugene to the rescueeee! With a cupcake! ^^ “I don’t really understand why you said no, but I promise to do everything I can until I do” UGHHH I NEED A EUGENE! I MISS JUST THEM TWO!! (TT O TT)/ - YEAH! You go girl!! With the wind in my haiiiiirrrr! She aint gonna let anything stop her ♡ Optimism!

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