thequeenrains

[thequeenrains]

“And then I see you... And I love you all over again.”

Tags: midnight talks; closure; kinda painful ig; unrequited love (or is it)

Summary: Sometimes, we all try to find peace in the midst of the chaos that is happening within our lives. But how can you find chaos if the same person that brings you that same problem is also someone that you find hard to let go?

Word Count: 2697 words

The moon shined brightly above the horizon, in its full glory, putting those who are a witness to her beauty in a tranquil daze at such a magical encounter. The dark surroundings were slightly luminated by her gentle light, bringing forth to the vision little details of the path to the city and silhouette of the trees that, at that hour, seemed like they hold such mysterious secrets kept for decades. The stars twinkled and danced along side the bright luminous moon, shining on their own rhythm, singing to the light of their almighty companion.

You felt the kiss of the evening breeze, which in turn made you hug your ukulele. You let your gaze wander through the dark silhouettes of the sleeping city, the sound of the insects humming in a choir in the distance serving as your accompaniment to the acoustic music that you were trying to create at that hour. 'My', you thought to yourself,  'I wonder what's in store for me?'

Through the moment of silent contemplation, and the staring and trying to make sense of the silhouettes painted in the distance, your fingers found itself lingering on to the frets of the instrument that you held tightly between your grasps. With clueless hands and a wandering mind, you let whatever music that may be produced from your thoughtless fingertips on for the silence of the world to hear. With each motion, the small scarf tied to the neck of the ukulele made a little moving motion, slightly tickling your leg. Shifting slightly from your position, you continued on to play to the insects and the darkness.

Mindlessly, you found yourself playing the intro of a song you know by heart. As if on instinct, your hands knew the correct tempo, the precise rhythm, and the correct placement of the chords that you didn't have to take a second glance to know where your fingertips were at, because your heart knew where to place them. And with each breath you took serving as the metronome for the rhythm and the tempo.

Your phone then rang, throwing you off of the daze that you found yourself caught on. You glanced at the contact saw that it was Hiro. Smiling a bit, you placed your phone on the window sill and answered the call. You pressed the speaker button and smiled as his voice soon filled the silence of your solitude.

"Hello," you greeted.

"Hey," he replied, his voice noticeably deep.

"How was your nap?" You asked with a little giggle. He chuckled and you could hear a yawn from the other side, signifying that he just, indeed, woke up from his nap.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping? It's already late."

You giggled a bit and eyed the moon up above, humming a bit before answering his query. "The moon's beautiful tonight."

Your hand began to strum your ukulele. You let a few notes hang in the air for a moment, before you began to hum along the lyrics of the song that you were playing earlier. Somehow, you found yourself being sucked into the small world that the melody brought forth, and you almost forgot that you were in the phone with someone.

"Hold on, I have to grab something," he said, which then somehow snapped you out of the little reverie you caught yourself onto. You could hear the shuffling of the covers from the other line and you hummed in acknowledgement. Continuing to strum your ukulele, the pattern over the past second became more and more consistent, and each strum becoming more and more familiar. You waited for the cue and then began sing the first lines of the song Heavy Crown by Trixie Mattel.

"Heavy head and a heavy crown, had a few since you came to town. Where are you gonna keep them still?"

"Winning's losing with a couple strings, it's a choosing between two things. It's a two-piece suit or all the frills."

You giggled a bit when your finger strummed the wrong string. You then paused and eyed the moon above, continuing on with your contemplation all the while waiting for the other person form the other side of the line to come back.

"Why'd you stop?" Hiro suddenly spoke.

His question made you blink. Needing a moment to process his question, you stayed silent, slightly confused. When you finally caught up, you could feel your eyes widening in shock and your heart stopping for a moment.

"O-oh? You heard that?" You asked, flustered. You could feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. No one ever heard you sing, you didn't let anyone listen or at least hear you open your lips to hum a certain tune or even a melody.

His sweet chuckle from the other line made your cheeks grow redder. As if that wasn't already embarrassing enough. "Yeah I did. You have a beautiful voice. C'mon, you need to sing more often."

You nervously laughed and bit your lip. "Uhm..."

"It's the first time I heard you sing actually. C'mon, sing a tune."

You stopped yourself from smiling at his compliment. You weren't going to lie, that felt great. It felt good to somehow be appreciated for the small things that you felt quite shy about. However, you were still embarrassed from earlier so you said; "No. I don't..." you cleared your throat and eyed the horizon above, "I don't sing anymore so I'm quite, y'know, rusty... and bad. Really bad." You said the last sentence in a whisper.

Unfortunately for you, Hiro heard that. "Why? I think you have a good voice. It'd be a waste if you're not singing anymore."

You let out a sad laugh, the stars twinkling in the horizon also gave you the impression that they were laughing at you too. "Well, it's just... people used to laugh at me and stuff when I do sing so like... yeah."

Utter silence from the other line.

You waited for a moment, playing with the scarf around the neck of your ukulele before you looked back at your phone to see if the line was cut off or not. Strangely, it was still connected. So he just wasn't talking...

You raised a brow, confused. "Hiro?"

"Yeah? Oh sorry. Hold on, I'm just thinking of ways to hunt that someone down," he said with a grunt from the other line.

You cracked a genuine smile, something that you really can't manage especially after recalling such a sad memory that you kept at the back of your mind, never to be remembered. You giggled a bit at his statement and sighed. "Well, what more is there to do now? I mean, I still suck at it. And like, it still is traumatizing me at this point so..."

"Look, whatever you're thinking right now— stop. You have a good voice and I would die just to listen to that again."

You couldn't help the smile breaking onto your face, the heat climbing up your cheeks, and the tears that somehow found itself up to your eyes.

"Oh you," you said with a laugh, in an attempt to push down the tears from pouring out of your eyes.

"What? It's true. Now, who ever laughed at you for singing, well, I would like to have a little chat with them. Just... just a chat," you can hear the humor in his voice and you couldn't help but keep laughing at his silly remarks.

"Is this a tactic to get me to sing to you?" You asked him, tone playfully taunting.

He hummed from the other line, "No...? Well, I'm just trying to prove my point here. What do you have against that?" You could literally hear his smile from the way he said his statement.

You shook your head, although he couldn't see you. "Nothing. Just... trying to find out the intent behind these flattering words."

"Not a single ill intention," you could hear his chuckle, "I just wanted to give you the words that you needed to hear."

"Well, how kind of you," you said with a giggle, feigning formality like that of a princess. Hiro laughed from the other line. You then let silence fall between the both of you.

You eyed the moon above —  still on her full glory. You never know what is it with the moon and the way it does always give you the feeling of safety, but here you are — basking in the comfort of her dim light, listening to the insects in the distance, and laughing without a care in the world with your friend over the phone. You also have a feeling that Hiro was also peering out of his window, eyeing the moon. You wondered for a moment if he was feeling the same as you were at that very moment — at peace.

You can picture him perched on his window sill, phone in hand and probably doing something else whilst listening to you, like what he always does.

In the midst of the silence, he called out your name. You hummed in return, telling him that you were still there, listening.

"I'm sorry."

You blinked, confused. "For what?"

"For... for everything." You could hear the defeat in his voice from the other line.

You couldn't help the sad smile. Biting your lip, you ran through the things that you wanted to say to him. But since things already happened, and there was no turning back now, you only settled on; "There's nothing to be sorry about, Hiro—"

"Look, I know I messed up big time but I..." he took a pause, as if trying to regain his composure, "I just don't want to lose you." You sighed at his statement, but nonetheless, continued to wear that same smile that you would always give him as something to assure him. But at that moment, it seemed that the emotion was directed to you — you were assuring yourself.

"Well, it's okay." It's fine. You're okay. "And I'm still here Hiro," you assured him. But as you did so, your smile slowly began to lose its emotion. There were moments that you had to put yourself aside just so you wouldn't ruin things for the both of you. It was hard, yes. But... somehow, you were fine. You just had to gather whatever courage you had for yourself and silently fight the battles that you were left alone with.

"Yeah but I... I'm still sorry."

"It's okay. I don't blame you, okay? There's absolutely nothing wrong with that. Your feelings are valid. Always. Remember that, okay?"

"I..." somehow, you could hear him battle out his own demons just judging by the tone of his voice. And there it is again, you thought to yourself. At this point, you knew how to read him as if he was an open book. He was guilty. You took a deep breath and thought of whatever you can say to him that'll somehow put him at ease.

Somehow, despite the hurt that he gave you, you still found compassion for him. You wanted to hate him for what he did, but oddly, you can never find it in yourself to loathe him. You can never find it in yourself to be angry at him entirely. You care too much. You have no idea if that is a blessing or a curse. Nonetheless, you still found words to somehow put him at ease, and you're hoping it will give him peace.

"Hey, don't be too harsh on yourself. Things happen and you shouldn't beat yourself up for it. Don't worry about me, just focus on Megan, 'kay? I'm fine. Trust me. I'll be here when you need me."

"...okay." He sighed, defeated. You smiled at that. Then silence engulfed the both of you once again. Your fingers began to feel for the strings of your ukulele, then soon, the silence was then filled by the rich melody that your hands created, soothing the heavy ambiance that somehow wiggled its way between the both of you. Little by little, there was consistency in the chords that you played, and you found yourself being pulled into that little daze that carries you anywhere but the ground, only brought forth by music. But the melody was broken when he spoke once more from the other line, causing you to stop playing.

"Sing it."

You paused. "Hmm? Sing what?"

"That. That song. You should sing it."

You paused and bit your lip. But you nonetheless followed his request. Taking a deep breath, you opened your lips to start the first few lines of the song.

"And I don't smell you in my sheets. And I don't hear you in the hall. Without your cologne, your calls on the phone, I don't know you at all..." to begin with, you had no idea why you chose this song, but it just somehow explained your side...

When you were finally told that he was dating Megan... It felt so much like a slap in the face. Somehow, at the back of your mind you were expecting that. But you never really thought of how hard that might hit you when you were finally coming face-to-face with that fact.

"And I'm growing older, I know that we're over, the way we'd always have been. And then I see you... And I know you all over again." There was never a 'thing' between the both of you, but maybe... it was just because you were secretly hoping for more. But when the chapter has to finish, and the book is coming to a close, you have no choice but to stop writing the pages and bring it all to an end.

For you.

And for him.

For your peace, and for your happiness.

Because you deserve better. You deserve so much more.

This song... somehow became your closure. With each word that you sang, you could feel everything being left behind. As if all the events that unfolded became nothing but distant dreams of yesterday's escapades. Just remnants of silly conversations, and little decisions that led to actions that felt so much like a strange fever dream. And just as it always will be — nothing more than just... that.

You know to yourself that if you wanted more, you could always gain more. But it felt like this is all where it's headed. And thus, you'll let it go.

What a waste. But what is there to throw away wherein there was nothing to waste in the first place? Nothing fruitful grew out of it, and thus, nothing will be withered away. Not a single one.

And with the final chorus, you felt your heart ache from the bittersweet feeling that you got. "And then I see you... And I know you all over again."  It felt bittersweet, because it was like saying goodbye to a million what-ifs and what-could've-beens. But what are those worth when the outcome of letting it all go is the never ending peace that you longed for in what felt like a while?

"And then I see you... And I love you all over again."

With the final strumming rhythm and with the final hums of the strings of your instrument dissipated the chaos that you have been fighting with for months on end. With the final vibrations of the melody came the silence that welcomed the peace that calmed the storm that kept raging inside your heart for months. So, this is what it felt like before.

For the first time in months, you felt as if you could finally breathe. You let yourself take a deep breath, and you could've swore that it never felt so easy. As if millions of worries were suddenly lifted from your chest and it just felt so... freeing.

You thanked the moon, the stars, the universe, and the heavens. Because finally, the chapter has ended.

And that night, you finally slept soundly on your bed.

Yet little did you know, the final words that you sang left a footprint on Hiro's heart. A tear rolled down his cheek and he couldn't help but eye the moon and question; "Why?"

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[thequeenrains]

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[thequeenrains]

A Night to a Decade of Faith

Tags: late night walks; burnout; autumn stuff idk skkssks you'd get what i mean if you'd give it a read :>

Summary: hiro struggled with a lot of things, getting into sfit was just one. surviving it was another. a walk, he reckoned, would help with his mental state. however, little did he know, a soul would come to give him clarity... and also a little patience for a decade of waiting

Word Count: 2737

College—my, Hiro thought it was going to be just easy. He thought that it was just all about finessing your output, and with the simplest one, he could easily impress his professors.

But he was wrong. It was far from being easy. High school always had his name as the top student—the best student, actually. Which got him to accelerate and advance further than those who are of his age. It was simple to get on top of everything. College, however—the exact opposite. 

He feels like he's behind of his game. No matter how hard he studies, no matter how hard he grinds, it just doesn't feel as if he's excelling anymore. And as someone who wasn't used to this sort of feeling, he feels kinda trashy to say the least.

And it was one of those days, where burnout got the best of him. 

7 o'clock, his clock read. The cursor on the screen blinked, waiting to be moved by his hands that kept running through his hair for more than he could count. Frustration bubbled down from within, and he feels the need to lash out. 

Sighing heavily, he tried to look at it from another angle, however, the more he looked, the less he found coherency. Out of frustration, he pushed himself out of his swivel chair and up the stairs to his room. 

His project was actually due tomorrow, and because of midterms from last week, he felt really burned out and empty of any sort of brilliancy. 

All this is too tiring, he thought of himself. 

But he didn't want to fail. 

Not finishing that project would mean jeopardizing his midterm grades, and he doesn't want that to happen. But he also just couldn't find it in himself to go and actually start it out because there were no ideas coming. 

And so, in a quick spiral he went, going through a lot of things at once before actually grasping the full meaning of his thoughts that kept plaguing his mind. 

Too absent minded, he dragged himself out of bed, grabbed his jacket, and made a beeline to the front door. He didn't bother saying goodbye to his Aunt, who was still busy manning the cashier despite the late hour. 

The cold city air immediately greeted him, with the soft buzzing of the cars zooming in the distance, and the occasional honks of mad drivers in the street—yup, this was San Fransokyo.

He held his jacket closer to his body as he turned to a random direction. The city was still pretty much alive at this hour, with some of the streets clogged with vehicles rushing to get home, or to wherever their destination may be. Strangers pushed passed him, yet he was pretty much a walking corpse in the middle of a lively crowd, he let them.

He was reaching  a point in his walk where his brain shut down all the thoughts. Mindlessly, he continued to wander on to a city where his inner musings were drowned with the humming of the evening life. Only then did he found himself in the middle of a silent road, dimly lit with street lamps and quaint lanterns hung in ununiformed directions. 

For a moment, he was worried that he stumbled on a way to the cat alley where he used to go bot fighting. However, upon further inspection, he noticed that it was not the same. Sighing, he was about to try and trace his way back home when his stomach grumbled in hunger. Which then reminds him he didn't eat anything for lunch, and also dinner. 

And so, off he went to look for a diner, only to slap himself on the forehead because he didn't bring any change with him. Well, he couldn't entirely blame himself, his mental state wasn't on the most optimal.

Footsteps sounded from behind him, and on instinct, he turned to see a cute looking girl in a black leather jacket approaching him. 

She held a cup of takeaway from an open shop nearby, the smell wafting unto Hiro's nostrils, causing his stomach to churn. Letting out a discreet sigh, he just turned around and tried to mentally retrace his footsteps.

The smell grew closer and closer, and Hiro's mind only circled unto that, grasping it like it was the only coherent thing around. He mentally slapped himself for only focusing on the food instead of trying to remember the path that he took for him to get here.

"You lost?" A soft voice questioned. He turned, only to see the same girl that he had seen a moment ago.

"I—" he was speechless, embarrassed even. Because the idea just sunk in, he got lost in his own city. And it's pretty poetic, too.

With a soft smile, she immediately got her answer, "No one stumbles here unless they're actually sure that this is their stop. You new here?" She tilted her head to the side, sending him a questioning look. 

"I actually live here but—" his statement was cut off when his stomach loudly grumbled, embarrassing him in front of the cute girl in front of him. She hummed before offering him the treat she had.

One by which he, hesitating, gently accepted from her grasp.

"Uh, thanks."

She smiled, the most charming he ever saw someone smile for possibly his whole life. "Anytime, now let me help you find your way back. Trying to navigate this area is quite of a pain if you ask me, you might get even more lost. You're from the main, right? Looks like you kinda wandered a bit too far out because the city's kind of a walk from here." With that, they begin walking back, retracing Hiro's steps.  

"Uh, thanks," he uttered, digging in on the food she had with her.

"You're welcome. You okay, though?" She asked, hugging her jacket closer to her body as the cold air blew passed them, softly shaking the lanterns that contributed the soft glow of the area.

"M'fine," he answered simply, looking down at his shoes.

Her gaze lingered a bit before turning back to the road, "Doesn't look like it," she uttered. "You seemed kinda lost. Although, if you don't want to tell me, it's fine. I won't pry."

He let out a breath, white vapors escaping unto the atmosphere formed, "Just kinda burned out," Hiro replied, "but that doesn't matter anyway."

She guided him to a turn and into an open road, "Hmm, high school?" 

He opened his mouth to reply, eyeing both sides of the road before crossing along the pedestrian, "College." 

With that, she paused and threw him a gaze, her mouth slightly parted in shock from the unexpected information, "Okay, first off, I wasn't expecting a kid as young as you to be in college."

He only slightly chuckled at her response, he got that a lot so he was used to it. "Well, my brother forced me to go to college actually. "

She hummed, the tone a bit disdainful. "He sounds kinda boring," she commented, to which Hiro only laughed at. 

He refuted her statement, "No, no. The opposite, actually. But sometimes, he could get a bit... protective?"

"Hmm, what does he do then?" The both of them paused in front of a stop light, waiting for the lights to go red. 

"He actually studies at SFIT."

"Wow. I take back what I said. He sounds cool," she smiled, "And where do you study, then?" 

"SFIT," he casually replied before crossing the road, almost leaving his companion behind, the latter with wide eyes.

This kid's a genius, she mentally remarked as she caught up with his long stride.

"Okay, wow. I heard it's hard getting in there?" 

"Well, I'm not sure with the other programs but with robotics, you just have to think of a good invention that'll impress the judges and the professors—"

She felt something inside her head, something that resembled the sound of a lightbulb lighting up, "You're in the robotics program?" 

"Uh, yeah."

Aw, he's cool, she thought.

With a smile, she spoke in awe, "Okay, wow. Like how do you get your life sorted just like that?"

He threw her a side-glance, "What do you mean?"

She gave a little shrug, "Like, you people actually know what you want to do in life, huh?"

"Well, actually, about that... It took me a while to know what I want to do in life. But it only took my brother's convincing and tour around the lab to get me to decide," he replied. 

"And what about you? What do you do? You know, you're not supposed to be talking to strangers. I could've murdered you," he teasingly said.

"I like to take my chances. And says you! I could've poisoned you," she teasingly retorted.

"But you didn't."

"Some poison takes time to react with the body," he almost stopped in shock. Upon noticing his slowly blanching features, she laughed. "Oh my gosh, chill! I didn't, and why would I be leading you to a crowded place then?"

"But yeah. I really don't know what I want to do in life. I don't feel like I belong to anything. Dropped out of high school because of those bullies, and also, because of my teachers and stuff. And yeah, I'm just literally floating around, existing..."

"You'll eventually find out what you want to do in life. Just give it time. I'm not entirely sure with mine but well, here we are."

"Do you love what you do?"

"Yeah, don't get me wrong but it's just really stressful to always be up my game all the time. I also have other responsibilities aside from just being a student," he sighed, pulling her back from almost hitting a lamp post, "okay, careful there."

"Close call, thanks." 

"But yeah, you get it."

"Well, when was the last time you had fun?" She asked.

"I don't remember," he replied. 

"Well, that's exactly what you need—I know a place! C'mon, it's gonna  be great!"

With that, the two of them changed directions. How they managed to establish a slither of trust and bond in that small moment, they don't know. But they were sure that they were comfortable with each other.

He made a mental note to always put spare change in him before leaving the house—either mentally or physically not okay.

And so, their little adventure began. He could say that the feeling was a bit cliche—as if out of a fictional bestseller that sat in bookstores. He couldn't find the words to describe what it felt like running down the dimly lit streets whilst laughing at corny jokes and random memories. She was one of a kind, and that's when it all made sense—she really didn't belong to anyone.

She is a free soul.

She belongs to the stars, the skies, and the dimly lit streets of July. She was the piece of summer that giggled in the early autumn evening. She was a beautiful soul, and that, in and of itself, is a high compliment. 

From licking ice creams in the late hours, laughing at kids in the convenience store, and reminiscing about late summer ventures, to ultimately questioning what they want to do in life. 

"I have a lot of ambitions, actually," she told him. The two of them sat on a bench, eyeing the full moon that slowly rose from behind the tall buildings of the city. She looked at the bag of chips that she grasped, skimming through the wrapper absent-mindedly. "But I really can't bring myself to continue on with schooling." 

It was late, and Hiro knew that his project was waiting at home. But he couldn't have the heart to tell her about that mere fact. Nor does he even have the will power to get himself to stand up from that bench. 

It was a beautiful evening, and he doesn't have the conscience to ruin it for himself, nor for her too.

"Then, why not? I mean, we only live once. You gotta go and chase those ambitions," he replied.

"Well, I'm thinking it's kinda impossible? I mean, it's all crazy to me. And I really don't know if I can get myself to continue on... with it," she hesitated a bit. 

"Well, you really wouldn't know if you won't try," he looked at the street, "I got to a point where I almost gave up trying to get into SFIT, but sometimes, you just got to look at another angle and give it another try."

A smile ghosted her lips, one that was bordering on in between bitterness and nostalgia, "Hmm, you're right. But aside from that, I don't think there's a path for someone like me."

"Then make one for yourself," he replied with a cheeky smile.

She returned it, but it was accompanied with the feeling of new found clarity. 

"Hmm, yeah. Why haven't I thought of that?"

Her companion only shrugged.

Her phone then rang, signaling her that it was time to leave.

"Ah, that's my que," she said, crestfallen, "But hey, don't stress out too much with your academics. Trust me, you're doing great. Oh, and just hit me up if you need someone, 'kay?"

And from that, goodbyes were exchanged.

Yet sometimes, when you're having too much fun, you forget to exchange names.

...and contact numbers.

~

The next morning, Hiro woke up to the sun shining directly on his eyes. Noticing that he fell asleep on his desk, he opened his computer immediately, slightly panicking and trying to remember if he, indeed, finished his project. 

And he did.

And it was all thanks to...

...what's her name again?

He racked his brain for any sort of information about her, but he couldn't seem to remember anything about her.

Then, it all sunk in.

Was she even real?

Groaning, he slouched on his chair, he wasn't even sure anymore. 

And so, from that day on, he continued to live his life, but not without even wondering about her; Was she okay? Did she go on to pursue her ambitions and make a  way for herself? A path carved with a shovel of uncertainty—either she stops  or she continues on. He wondered if she ever came back to school. 

And with each wondering came the feeling of slowly losing her into nothing but a memory of yesterday. He didn't want that. He wants nothing of that. 

With every leather jacket he sees on the streets, he makes sure to stop to look, silently hoping that he'd see the same smile that she offered him in that chilly autumn evening. With every smile people offered him, he knew that she was different, as it spoke millions into just one grin. He tried to look for her, really, that people around him almost dubbed him as the crazy one trying to hunt something down that had little to no identity. Nothing but a soul.

He tried to locate where he once found himself lost, but she did, in fact, say that it was hard to locate even for locals. He reached a point where he just decided to let things be. There will come a time where their paths will cross, and that's for sure.

He couldn't help but sometimes feel insane. She might be a fever dream for all he knew, all was uncertain. But it's the faith that had him clinging on to the memory that she left, it was faith that had him clinging on to the sound of her laughter that rang late at that specific evening. It was the small sliver of faith that got him to claim that no, he wasn't crazy. 

He laughed at his own analogy, a free soul.

She did resemble one, because she appeared only for a moment of fun before disappearing God knows where. 

A decade onward did he begin to once again question his own sanity.

The same laughter that rang through the silence of the cold convenience store played with his ears. Blinking, he straightened up, despite the heavy box of robotic parts he was carrying back to the lab, and looked around. 

And again, it went.

He was sure he wasn't insane...

Frantically he searched for a sliver of familiarity. 

He was totally crazy for holding on to this for more than a decade but he didn't care. He was hoping...

"You lost?" 

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[thequeenrains]

his • hiro hamada

summary; you’re wearing his shirt- and he loves it.

warnings; okay it’s a little heated (imagine older hiro) but there’s nothing big, just a lot of fluff!! also lowercase is intended!

the hand placed on your jaw gently glides down your neck, making a curve as it passes down the valley of your breasts and finally situates itself at the hem of your shirt. well-hiro’s shirt. he’s grinning. a shit-eating grin you know all too well on him.

“what are you wearing?” you know what he wants to hear. he wants to hear you say it’s his- you’ve marked yourself unknowingly. he’s a possessive person and you’ve come to realize that there are advantages to that.

“your shirt,” you whisper, locking eyes with him as he uses his other hand to tilt your chin. “why?” hiro never breaks eye contact as he inches his hand higher up your shirt, leaving your belly button vulnerable to the cold air in the room.

he sends sparks throughout your body as his slender fingers stop abruptly under your right breast. “because i’m yours.” his shit-eating grin breaks into a wide smile and there’s a noticeable change in his behavior. like a magical switch flipped in his head.

he grabs your hips in an instant and throws you onto his bed. hiro’s hands find your sides and proceed to run his fingers achingly slow, up and down them. your breath hitches and you let out a whine due to annoyance.

“that was kinda hot.” he mutters, his shit-eating grin reappearing. his fingers pick up the pace and now you’re full-on hollering. tears escape your eyes, the feeling quickly becomes somewhat painful and you’re begging for mercy through ragged breaths.

“you’re satan!” you manage to spew as you begin kicking him off of you with your legs. hiro laughs, catching both of your legs in his hands and dropping them. his hands lift in surrender as he leans down towards you, his lips pecking yours.

“my shirt looks good on you.”

[thequeenrains]

So, I thought of something...

Ik, it's literally like 1:30 in the morning and I still have 7 am class later. But like here's a little prompt that I thought. Tag me if you're gonna use it! I would LOVE to read your works!

Imagine you talking to Hiro about a certain invention that you came up with... and it goes a little something like this;

Verbatim

:you know, I made came up with a pretty interesting concept for an invention.

: ...an invention, huh? Okay, this is the first. I wanna hear it

: okay so like it's this sort of—please stop looking at me like that

: like what?

: like that, you seem pretty amused

: it's not everyday you say something that's interesting—

: okay, wow. That is just offending

: okay, okay. Carry on

: fine, changing the subject! I— gosh, stop laughing! ...But like, it's a wallet. And you could open it using your fingerprint. The only person that can access it is the owner—

: can you—

: no, you can't add an additional fingerprint data or something. Only the owner's fingerprint. And I also made a little charm design for it, and it hangs here on the clasp. But it can be anywhere, really. Depending on the preference. But what's interesting about this little thing is that, it's a tracking device

: so, if it gets stolen... you could track it down?

: precisely! And it's also quite useful when tracking someone down, like for example, your friend has one of these and she's gone missing for days or something like that. You just whip out your device, track the wallet and there! You could find them!

: hmmm, that's really interesting. How did you come up with that?

: sometimes, you just gotta look at things at a certain perspective

: or a new angle?

: yup!

: hmm...

: ...'hmm' what?

: do you... want one?

: ...want what?

: the thing you were talking about just now. Do you want one?

: uhhh, I mean, it'd be useful but like, I don't think I can ma—

: who says you're gonna make one? You have me...?

: ...you'd do that?

: I mean, sure. Why not? It's a great idea, if I have to say so myself

: aww, then... can I help?

: uh... yeah! Why not?

: oooh~ perfect! So, where do we start?

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[thequeenrains]

"Let me get you home."

Another one shot for you people out there :>

Tags: bar; night out gone wrong; Hiro being a mysterious hero

Summary: aside from the stress that you accumulated from finals, your ex was a douchebag and well, you both broke up. So, to destress and to welcome summer break, you and your friends decided to spend the last night in a bar. But things somehow went south.

Word Count: 1955

Touching up the last finishes on your lipstick, you grinned widely as you stood up straight and eyed yourself from the mirror. Outfit a tad bit revealing from what you usually wear, hair styled to perfection, face beautifully enhanced with makeup, height towering than normal because of heels.

Perfect.

Now, this is the time to party and get yourself to live a little since college really demanded a lot of you.

And so did your ex.

But he wasn't as relevant right now. So, you shook the thought off and headed straight to the door, grabbing your purse and your keys on the way out.

Off you go to the party.

The loud music blared from the four walls of the place, rousing your adrenaline levels. Anticipation and giddiness were slowly bubbling its way to the surface as you slipped passed the bouncer, together with your friends.

You took a table that was near the bar since some of your friends were ready to get wasted and dance off the stress that finals brought. Besides, tomorrow was summer break so they decided to make the most of it.

You all sat on the couch, one of your friends went to the bar to order your drinks and food. Whilst sitting, you can feel the vibration of the loud sounds reverberating around the place. The smell of mixed alcoholic drinks and cigarettes filled the air as you craned your neck to look for some familiar faces that you'll surely take note to avoid for the rest of the night.

"Who are you looking for? Him? Pssh, how sure are you even that he's here? He's quite the uptight little sucker," one of your friends commented as soon as she noticed that you were craning your neck around.

"What? I wasn't looking for him," you denied. "I was looking for familiar faces around the crowd just so I can take note to avoid for most of the night," you reasoned.

Another friend rolled her eyes, "Don't worry about that. You've been such a kind lass for the past months. Let loose just this time!"

You bit your lip and contemplated, "I guess you're right."

She flashed you one of her most charming smiles, "I'm always right."

You both laughed to that.

"Alright! I got the drinks, girls!" One of your friends set the tray on the table. It was filled with martinis and tequilas.

Each one of you grabbed your drinks and raised them up in the air.

"For this gal right here—" one of your friends gestured to you, "For breaking up with that douchebag of an ex and also for summer break!"

"Hear hear!" You chorus with them before downing your drinks. The alcohol in your system suddenly gave you a rush.

All of you gathered around the table, chatting away and catching up on time that was taken away from complying for the requirements, the final exams and all those things.

"So, apparently, my professor almost dropped me out..." one of your friends started, whilst doing so, she was picking up the fork to taste some of the food on the table, "But I totally got that covered."

"What did you do?" You questioned. The others also nodded in curiosity.

She winked, a sly smile stretching the edges of her lips.

All of you fell silent as you watched her eat a piece of the food on your table.

"WHAT THE HECK, BECCA?"

"HOLY SMOKES, WHAT?!"

"BECCA YOU ABSOLUTE MAD CHILD!"

"OH MY GOSH!" The table went hysterical, but your friend in question only laughed at your expressions.

"Relax girls. I wouldn't stoop that low. BUT, I did use my charms," she threw chips at all of you, "You dirty minded idiots!" She accused.

"What? Like it's you we're talking about! What should we expect?" One of your friends defended herself. You laughed in agreement, nodding your head as you went to pick up your glass of martini, bringing it up to your lips.

"My gosh Madison. I am not that insane, okay? Although, he's hot and all but he isn't my type," she waved her off and casually took a sip of her tequila.

"What about you? What happened with that douchebag of an ex?" Another friend nudged you a bit.

You only rolled your eyes and placed your glass back onto the table. "Well, I was busy with all my requirements. You know, hell week and all. I had a term paper due tomorrow, a lot of assignments, and I had to memorise an entire table that was so complex, it was stressing."

"So as a way of trying to destress, or just clear my mind for a moment, you know, a breathe of fresh air just for a second, I decided to surprise my boy—EX! My ex, with pizzas and a couple of sodas. Turns out he already had company."

Your friends frowned at you.

"He was making out with some... girl. I don't know. I threw the pizza to the both of them, but I also threw the soda cans! And guess what, someone might be having trouble explaining the bruise on his face to his parents," they all laughed.

"He deserved that!"

"You know, you deserve better. He was nothing but obsessive and rude and just... he was toxic! We're glad that he's out of your hair."

You grinned at them, "Awww, thanks girls!"

"Group hug!" Immediately, you were engulfed into pairs of arms. Laughter erupted from your happy hearts at the moment.

They let you go.

"Well, what are we still doing here? Let's dance!"

The night consisted of that.

A few hours later, you were sat on the seat of your table. Legs were sore from all the dancing. Your friends however, were still on the dancefloor trying to snag a date. Or a fling for that matter.

Your bladder was whining that it was full already. So you stood up, taking your purse and phone with you and made the trip towards the comfort room.

You entered a cubicle, and after emptying and satisfying the needs of your bladder, you approached the mirror and decided to freshen up. You opened your purse for your powder.

Whilst retouching, you can feel the heat rising, the temperature steadily rising. You furrowed your brows, immediately focused. You weren't a lightweight, so the alcohol had little to no effect on you as of the moment. And you didn't drink that much... or so you think.

You stuffed your powder inside your bag, and same with your phone, and you sauntered out of the bathroom.

Only to find people screaming, filing out of the door, stampeding. Then you found the reason why.

A fire was engulfing the bar. It luckily still hasn't reached the bathroom yet but it was on its way to blocking your exit if you didn't think fast enough.

Tapping your heels on the floor, you made sure it wasn't on its breaking point. Your furrowed your eyebrows, took a quick deep breath and took off running, sliding under a fallen beam that was on fire.

But the ceiling above you was being engulfed in fire, the lights were giving. You gasped as you braced yourself, waiting for the heavy metal to collapse on top of you. Fortunately, someone caught the hot piece of machinery.

You let out a squeak then looked up to be faced to faced with a robot.

"Hello. I am Baymax. I was programmed to help," it— whatever the thing was— said as he threw away the heavy metal.

You didn't notice the guy that was riding the robot.

"You okay miss?" Your eyes snapped up to where he was. 

Reluctant, you nodded. Still not sure whether or not you're okay. But you were breathing so that's a start.

Adrenaline was still slowly coursing through your veins. The robot lifted you up, eliciting a shocked sound from you.

The guy from behind the robot eyed you and uttered, "Let's get you out of here first."

∘◦❁◦∘

The firefighters were now on the scene, controlling the flames that continued to engulf the building.

You stood by the paramedics, a blanket was wrapped around your body. A few ashes may have caught upon your hair and you reeked of smoke, but that didn't hinder the paramedic to efficiently do her job. She checked you up, noticed that you were good, and she left you with a sign that you were good to go.

You took a deep breath, you eyes were fixated to the ground. You wondered how you were going to get home since your friends were being questioned by the officials since they were there when the fire started. They're preoccupied. And you're afraid that you'll just have to catch a cab home.

Your eyes widened as soon as you remembered your purse. Your arms cupped your body, trying to find signs of the purse but much to your dismay, it wasn't on you!

As you were about to go hysterics, a familiar colored purse was being handed to you. Your eyes widened as soon as you traced the origin of the arm that was holding your purse.

"T-thank you," you managed out. A quivering hand reaching up to accept the purse.

"You're welcome," he said through his visor. You can see the faint traces of his smile from beneath the tinted visor of his helmet.

A bit crestfallen, you smiled at him, "Glad to know that I'll still somewhat have a way home." You shook your head, a small sad laugh eliciting from your lips as your waved your purse in the air.

Then finally, your demeanor broke. A sigh escaped your lips.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I'm..." you stopped for a moment, eyes trailing down on your heels. "I don't know."

Concerned, he eyed you, "you need to shower up. Get rest. Better than fatigue getting to you."

"Yeah. I should," you trailed off. The happenings finally sinking in.

"Too much action for ya?" He asked, taking his seat beside you. His eyes were fixated on his friends that were talking to the police.

"Too much to take in. Thanks for saving me back there. I could've gotten a nasty head injury," you said, hugging the blanket closer to your body. You got that from the paramedic.

"No problem. That's what I do."

"Are you compelled to do so or...?"

He shook his head, a chuckle eliciting from his lips, "Nope. I just... I just want someone to live through what I do."

You smiled a bit, "That someone must've been important huh?"

He smiled, nostalgia and a tinge of hurt hit him, but with happiness, "Yeah. Very important."

You sighed, a small smile stretching your lips. You stood up and folded the blanket. "Well, I better go home. This has been too much. I just... I just want sleep." You faked a smile and bid him goodbye.

He nodded.

But a few steps later, "Hey wait!"

You stopped dead in your tracks and faced him, confused, "Is there anything...?"

"No. Let me take you home."

You blinked, "W-what? There's no need! You already saved my life so that's enough hassle!"

He shook his head, you can feel him smiling from underneath, "With that dress? Walking down to hail a taxi? Nope. Let me get you home. The city isn't safe at night."

You blinked, feeling a bit warm. A smile was breaking to your lips so you looked down on your feet, biting your bottom lip to conceal the smile.

"You look prettier when you smile. Come on. Let's get you home."

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[thequeenrains]

A Million Dreams

A one-shot written by yours truly 💕

Tags: anxiety; talks about taking risks; overthinking; late night talks about life under the moon... :> you could only dream HAHAHAHA

Summary: somehow being cooped up inside your room was destroying you slowly. You then got up, zipped your coat and your boots to take a midnight walk that made you vulnerable, not only to rapists but also to a certain hero.

Word Count: 2344

The moon shoned down the pavements, lighting up the streets alongside the lampposts, with the buildings rising high and wide, reaching for the starry skies. Soft, crunching sounds came from each careful step that you took, the sound echoing in the silence of the streets void of a single soul. You clutched your coat closer as the cold October breeze blew passed you, eliciting a shiver down your spine.

Bravely, you continued traversing your way with a destination that leads to nowhere. The welcoming silence was kind enough to accompany you, despite the dark shadows lurking in every corner of the sidewalk. Apparently, you somehow just found yourself stripping your sheets away from you and zipping your boots up. Through just a span of a moment, you then find yourself peregrinating through the silence of the city's streets. What's absurd is the notion that you didn't bundle up, considering that it was in an autumn midnight that you have decided to have an identity crisis.

Since you couldn't really imagine yourself staring lifeless at the ceiling, contemplating about your life for the rest of the morning, with the rooms getting stuffy, as if it was slowly closing in on you with each passing minute, and with your sanity slowly trickling down to the tiniest, you just couldn't help but stand up and escape the torturous room that was slowly driving you insane.

You fully knew that it can be considered utter suicide to take a walk outside during this hour, as you were a lady. However, staying cramped up inside your own flat was slowly driving you nuts. You just had to at least feel that the world wasn't just composed of the four corners of that small apartment that you were renting.

And who would walk outside like how a normal human being would in the day during this ungodly hour?

Apparently, someone who's trying to escape the confinements of her room, and also in hopes of trying to escape her own inner demons.

You.

Sighing, you continued traversing down the quiet streets. The city seemed to be taking its rest, letting the stars know that it was their time to sing and twinkle in the evening. Out were the nocturnal beings, lurking in the shadows, awaiting their prey.

Animals.

Thieves.

Murderers.

Heroes...

"You shouldn't be out taking walks during this hour, Miss," someone spoke from behind you and you, having used to the silence and the abandoned streets, couldn't help but jump from where you stood. You whipped behind you hastily to see a stranger dressed in such an... odd fashion.

Clearly, there was a hard chest plate armor underneath the snug blue hoodie that he wore. His hands were clad in bulky looking gloves, with knees snug behind warm pants and a knee-cap. However, what made you realize who this man is was from the tinted visions that he donned.

You swore you've seen it somewhere.

You stood there for a moment before it all clicked.

This was the guy that was always in the news.

Snapping out from your brief stupor, you opened your mouth to speak. "Don't tell me what to do," you sneered. He only smirked and pulled his hat lower to cover his face more, clearly knowing that those high tech shades thing that he wore wouldn't suffice with just concealing his identity.

His shifted his weight, gaze playing around your surroundings. You could notice the sarcasm that was playing from the edges of his smirk before he turned back to you to continue his dialogue.

"Miss, I suggest you go home before you hurt yourself."

You sarcastically scoffed, "Why? Do you plan on hurting me?"

He chuckled. Judging from the way that you spoke back to him, he could already tell you were going to be hard to convince. On the other hand, the sound that escaped his lips was so beautiful that you almost stopped to gape at him.

But no.

You had dignity.

And you were reserving that for the sake of the last millimeters of your sanity.

You ignored him then continued walking, however, his footsteps followed you for five straight minutes before you were ticked off. Not that you were bothered by his presence or anything— because you had the security that he wasn't going to hurt you judging from what you've heard from the open televisions in the cafes— but because of the notion that you wanted to be alone with your thoughts.

"Would you just leave me alone?" You stopped to look at him. Underneath the hat, you can see how his lips curled up for a smirk, which then elicited an raised a brow from you.

"Well, you seemed to be stubborn to go home and sleep so I figured that I'll just accompany you instead," he said with a playful tone.

"I'm fine. Leave me alone," you said, wanting to dismiss him.

"At this hour? No. I'd have to carry the burden of my own conscience when I hear that a body was found somewhere in the city that belongs to a lady," he sarcastically said, and you could swear that he was rolling his eyes from beneath those visions.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes as well, "well sorry about dying."

"I didn't say that it was you," he retorted.

"Clearly, you were insinuating that. Can you just... leave me alone?"

"No."

You sighed and decided to ignore him, he was just as stubborn as you were so there was no point in trying to shoo him away despite you trying for five straight minutes. You continued walking, albeit the new company, with the moon following you as you passed by trees and different buildings. The stars twinkled like diamonds up above, dancing alongside the sounds of the crickets in the distance, also mixing with the two pairs of footsteps that crushed the dried leaves from beneath the soles of your shoes.

For minutes of walking, you couldn't help but appreciate his silence and his patience as he followed you wherever you decided to walk to. Through alleys for random shortcuts, passed open convenience stores, dark parking lots... anywhere, really.

A moment later, he somehow managed to accidentally bump into a branch. You turned to eye him as he rubbed his hat, eyeing the tree branch that was poking out into his view. He shook his head and rubbed the part where it hit him. You stopped walking as you waited for him to catch up with you.

He noticed this and he couldn't help but stare at you, confusion etching his face.

"Why did you stop?"

"Because you did," you answered simply.

That made him more confused, "Uhm..."

You shrugged, "I'm waiting for you to catch up. I'd be a bad company if I went on ahead, right?"

He chuckled a bit, "Well. You weren't as rude as I thought you were."

You shrugged your shoulders and eyed the pavement, "Well... I appreciated your company and..."

You can hear him smirk from a few meters away and you blushed a bit, not wanting to admit what you just said. It's quite embarrassing, as you were literally shooing him earlier.

He ducked under the branch and caught up with you, jogging a bit. He then stood beside you, towering over you. You couldn't help but stare at his shoes, trying to gather your thoughts. You shook your head and you then both continued walking in silence.

"So..." he began, trying to shoot his chance. He concluded (although slightly uncertain) that you were slowly letting him in, trusting him— considering the fact that he was following you around the city for an hour now, and he hasn't tried any silly business around you, so he safely concluded that you were slowly opening up to him.

"What?" You asked with a raise of a brow.

"Why are you out this late?" He didn't beat around the bush.

You sighed and bit your lip, looking away, "I... it's kinda personal," you replied, laughing a bit.

The stranger laughed with you, then a sigh escaped from his lips right after, "They say the best people to vent to are strangers. Because they wouldn't judge you."

"True. But with that strange costume...? If I didn't know any better, you may be trying to get into my business, you nosy dork," you smirked.

He stopped walking and cheekily feigned offence, "Excuse me?"

You smiled a bit, amused by his playfulness, "What?"

"You're questioning what I'm wearing right now?"

"Above all the words I've said, you settled with the one that involves your looks. Hurting your ego, am I?"

He tilted his head slightly to the side, and you could mentally envision his eyes rolling to the back of his skull, "Psh, no...?"

You stifled a giggle, "Well, you questioned why I'm out this late. It's only fair that I also question you," you said with a jerk of your shoulders.

"Well, touché. But are you gonna tell me or...?"

You rolled your eyes and you couldn't help but smile a bit at his silly yet stubborn personality, that despite his hidden identity, was shining through the disguise that made him look... a bit silly— for you, at least.

But you pondered over with his question; why indeed?

You couldn't help but eye the galaxy up above, the constellations twinkling you a hello from their positions, dancing alongside their companies for centuries. They were... just breathtaking from where they are.

"Just..." you hesitated. You then paused for a moment, thinking if you should trust this person.

"Hey, I wouldn't force you if you don't want to tell me. But like at least tell someone you trust if it's bothering you. Because it's always better to tell someone rather than keeping it all to yourself."

You exhaled slowly and turned your eyes to the moon, his statement just made you decide to place your trust dangerously to this man who was tailing your for an hour. You then opened your mouth to respond to his query, "Just... overthinking. Like, should I take the risk?"

He threw your own question back to you, "Should you?"

"Should I...?" You trailed off.

"Take the risk. I think you should, but like I overthink too so usually you weigh the pros and cons sometimes. But I think you should take the risk if you think it's worth it."

"But what if I think it's not worth it?"

He scoffed a bit, "Then don't? If you think the risk is worth taking despite the path, then go and take it. You do that, or you regret not doing it."

"But like..." you frowned a bit, "Charles Bukowski said that if I should take the risk, I should go all the way. And I live with that principle."

"Exactly why you should think if it's worth it or not, if it's not then don't. If it is, then go all the way. Because if the risk is worth taking, the outcome is really satisfying," he said with a nod, peering down at you from his covered eyes. A little smile playing on his lips as he watched you take his words in.

"Well, I..." you paused to gather your thoughts.

"I had to take a risk once. I didn't know what I was getting myself into, but it was really worth it," he said, with a nonchalant shrug.

You turned to look at him, but his eyes were fixated to the view atop of the city. You just wished you could see his eyes for you to read his thoughts. But judging from the nostalgic smile that he unknowingly held, you knew that he was having flashbacks.

To him, the ride was worth it.

"...how so?"

"How so what?"

"I mean... how worth it is it?"

He then turned to look at you. You could see how his lips parted for a smile, and you couldn't help but notice the adorable tooth gap.

"Really worth it."

∘◦❁◦∘

You climbed atop of your apartment rooftop and once again gazed up the skies. The late night conversation with the stranger months ago replayed inside your mind and you couldn't help but smile a bit at the distant memory. Although, it was only months ago, but the days that passed felt like an entire eternity.

You could feel someone walk up behind you and you turned around to come face-to-face with a familiar person, however, in a different, more concise get-up.

"Was it worth it?" He began as soon as he got closer to earshot.

You haven't seen him for months now.

You smiled at his question, looking at the cold frame that you held, before gazing back at him. "Yeah. It was. So worth it," you then handed him your diploma. He eyed it before looking back at you, a gleeful look in his eyes, and you couldn't help but laugh and share his delight.

"Latin honors, damn! Congrats!" He then hugged you out of his own excitement.

You stumbled back a bit, taken aback from his sudden action. But you couldn't help but melt in his arms and return his hug with the same amount of intensity.

"Thank you," you whispered to his ear.

Feeling his muscles stiffen, he was silent for a moment before he opened his mouth to throw a question at you, "For what?"

"For listening. And for your advices." His shoulders shook, and his chest vibrated with the chuckle that bubbled down his throat.

"You're welcome. I'm proud of you! See? You did it!" He said, hyping you up. You giggled and let go of the hug. You gave him a coy smile as he handed back the framed diploma.

"See you in court, Attorney," he cheekily said with a small salute.

"Well, see you when I see you... uh..." you gestured to him, waiting for his response.

"It's Hiro. Call me Hiro," he said with a smile of his own.

You giggled and grinned at him, "Well, Hiro. See you when I see you."

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[thequeenrains]

Such a mood

Fallen In Love

Honey: "Have you ever fallen in love?"

GoGo: "I can't even fall asleep."

[thequeenrains]

Wasabi: Did you know? Type O Blood was actually meant to be Type Zero blood, due to the lack of glycoproteins in the red blood cells. It was misread and is now called Type “O” blood. I guess you could call it a typo.

Gogo: I’m going to throw a cake at your head.

[thequeenrains]

in case this wasn’t enough

[thequeenrains]

Tranquil Therapy

Just a lil Hiro×reader fluff 😂

Enjooooy

The pristine waters clashed to the shore with a soothing sound that calmed her. The stress that was brought from approximately everything in the city felt as if it was washed away from the shore. The weight from her shoulders seemed non-existent at the moment as she slowly sauntered down the white sand beach on a very warm sunny day.

The warmth that was given by the sun gave her a sense of tranquility, followed by the soft sounds of the waves hitting the beach. It gave her a sense of calm.

With her shoes being held by her hand, she sauntered down and basked in the tranquil scene before her, seemingly absorbed in her own thoughts.

All the requirement deadlines...

Chapter 1-3 of her thesis...

Her term paper...

A quiz on one of her subjects...

A novel to be dissected and fully understood...

Everything was getting on her and she couldn't handle it.

Her issues...

Personal issues...

Her boyfriend.

All of the sense of tranquility suddenly evaporated as soon as she thought of that... that...

She inwardly groaned.

"That... bloody imbecilic... just..." she took a deep breath and counted from one to ten.

Nope, she convinced herself. The mere thought of him was not going to ruin her alone time, he isn't going to ruin her tranquil and silence and peace.

The media was getting up on her nerves recently. And she was just equally thankful that none of the criminals inside the city managed to spot her here. Apparently, being the 'girl' of the city's infamous superhero leader has its perks. And none of them, no, most of them, were actually negative.

Just in this week alone, you've ran into 5 gangsters, all trying to wring your neck to spite him.

And as of the moment, the most insane thought entered your brain.

For just wanting to spite him, you plan on letting the gangsters get you.

And since you have such pride that is as high as the twin towers, you weren't accepting his apology. Nope. Nuh uh. No no. Nope. It was his fault that he forgot to bring the printed copy of your thesis that you accidentally left back at his cafe. Well, you promised your research will be at your hands before you have your research adviser check it. Apparently, he somehow overslept.

And with that, you didn't bother showing up for a week.

Maybe it was a tad bit too much.

But no.

Your pride is like; 'no hunny nuh uh.'

However, you knew that you were insane to do that, to let yourself be captured by the gangsters.

Another groan escaped your lips.

You plopped to the ground, trying to let him out of your mind. Nope, he isn't ruining it.

But you still kept thinking about it so what was the use?

You lied on the sandy beach. Not caring whether or not sand entered your clothing nor it messed with your hair. You were utterly beat as of the moment. After your fight with him last week, you decided to be cramped inside your room to finish all of your requirements. Also, that's how you cope.

You cope through distractions.

Though, it wasn't really coping. Escaping, more like.

You were cramped inside your room for almost 24 hours, only getting out for food or for bathes. The only thing that accompanied you was your paper works, your laptop, your phone and your printer. Albeit, your phone was turned off.

You hummed a small song under your breath as you gazed up the turquoise horizon. Your eyes slowly counting the passing clouds, trying to make sense of the massive white blob as you eyed it.

Growling, you remembered that today.

Unfortunately...

Was your birthday.

You might've had lost track of time.

You fully knew that within the week was your birthday. But since you were busy with your school works, being cramped up inside your room, you lost track of the time. Since Friday, you were cramped up and today was Sunday.

Apparently, the walls inside your room felt suffocating, which made you compelled to take a walk.

You belted out the high note that you were singing, with perfect key.

"And I'm giving it my all, but I'm not the gal you're taking home, ooh

I keep dancing on my own~" therapy. It felt good.

You changed the song, you had no idea why you suddenly started singing these 'for the broken hearted' songs.

"Now I can't sing a love song

Like the way it's meant to be

Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore

But baby, that's just me~" you stood up for the chorus, looking up the skies with a smile and belted out.

"Yeah I, will love you, baby

Always and I'll be there

Forever and a day, always~"

"I'll be there, till the stars don't shine

'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme

I know when I die you'll be on my mind

And I'll love you, always~"

Suddenly, a laugh bubbled from your own lips. Just the feeling that you felt was just amazing. It's reviving. Just.

You took a deep breath of the salty ocean breeze and just closed your eyes.

You then opened your mouth to sing another song that was stuck inside your head.

"What am I now? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around? I'm fallin' again, I'm fallin' again, I'm fallin'~" you opened your eyes and eyed the wide and vast blue horizon. The power in your voice increased and unconsciously, you were releasing all the emotions and stress. This song spoke for you.

"What if I'm down? What if I'm out. What if I'm someone you won't talk about? I'm fallin' again, I'm fallin' again, I'm fallin'~" you belted out the high note impeccably. Not a single flaw.

"And I get the feelin' that you'll never need me again." You closed your eyes and extended the note at the end of the verse. Vibrato intact, head voice flawless.

You once again belted and you threw your arms in the air. "What am I now? What am I now?What if I'm someone I don't want around? I'm fallin' again, I'm fallin' again, I'm fallin'~"

"What if I'm down? What if I'm out. What if I'm someone you won't talk about? I'm fallin' again, I'm fallin' again, I'm fallin'~" you sang and the waves were the only witness to your voice, and so were the birds and the trees and the sand. Or so, that's what you think.

"Hon?" A voice called from behind you and you flinched.

You slowly turned to your boyfriend, your face void of any emotion. He was in his armor, his helmet was held by his right arm.

As soon as he saw your beautiful face, he almost cried of happiness. Immediately, he ran towards you and engulfed you in a hug.

"H-Hiro?" You asked, a bit confused.

"Oh, God. I thought you were... I thought you were gone." His voice broke and your eyes widened.

"W-what?" You asked once again. You managed a small laugh as he hugged you tightly, afraid to let go.

"I'm so so sorry. I really am. I'm so sorry, Hon. I swear. I was-I am so so stupid for leaving your thesis. I'm so sorry that you had to ask for an extension and I am so sorry that your thesis teacher had to deduce your points because it was passed the deadline." His voice was cracking.

Well, how can you be mad for this man who is currently engulfing you in his arms? And to think he was crying made every little thing better.

Because you were certain that this man loves you with who you really are and is willing to conquer great lengths for you.

"Why are you crying?" You questioned, a small smile was present on your face as you engulfed him back with a hug equally as tight as the one he was giving you.

He buried his face on your neck and immediately, his senses were indulged on your natural scent.

You felt something warm touching your neck and your eyes widened. Immediately, you scrambled from the hug and held his cheeks. Your thumb on his cheekbones and your other fingers under his ear.

You smiled at your boyfriend, "Really. Why are you crying?" A small twinge pierced through your heart.

But you still couldn't believe it.

This man was crying for you.

"I though I lost you." A sympathetic smile then appeared on your lips.

"Aww, darling I'm here. See?" You gestured to yourself. "In the flesh." You peppered his face with kisses. "There we go. Now stop crying."

A small chuckle sounded from his lips, and you couldn't help but laugh with him too.

"I came to your flat earlier. Saw that it was empty. Papers were everywhere, your phone was left on the table. Immediately called the gang to look for you. Baby, I thought I lost you." Your heart ached by the was he called you baby.

"Awww, but I'm here. I was born to love you. With every single beat of my heart." You softly sung.

He smiled at you, "I don't really know what to do without you."

You smiled and pulled him close, "I do too." Then you closed the gap in between the both of you.

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[thequeenrains]

hey

hey friend

dont kill yourself tonight ok

you have a really pretty smile and i know its not always easy to manage one but itd be a bummer if we never had the chance to see it ever again

youre really important and you matter a lot so stay safe and try and have a nice sleep

[thequeenrains]

Styx's Mum's and Lilies

You wondered how beautiful the horizon always is, how it managed to remain just as beautiful as God created the world. Its magnificent colors that mixed the skies as the sun rises and sets made it much more phantasmic to one.

You were seated on one of the most surreal flower fields ever existed. The blossoming beauties were surrounding you as you looked up to the beautiful horizon and pondered about your life. You were leaning on a tree, it's branches reaching up towards the sky provided you with shade. You marveled at the sight before you, breathing in the fresh and unpolluted air as you gazed up the beautiful formations of the clouds.

"Hey! Hey! Finally!" Someone behind you called out and you wondered why he was here. He ran towards you, the wind tossed his already disheveled and unruly hair as he approached your seated figure.

"Uh, do you know where I am?" He asked, confusion was evident on his voice as he looked down at you. His shoulders moved up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

"You don't know?" You asked, your voice was delicate and soft, which reverberated inside his head before it made his heart slightly skip a beat.

"Well, the last time I remember was that I passed out. Then I woke up in this... place." Uncertainty was laced on his voice and you smiled and patted the space beside you.

"Take a seat first." You said and made space for him.

"But I need to find my way home." He replied, still standing and looking down at you.

You delicately reached out for his hand, he hesitantly accepted it. And when your hands touched, he felt something. He felt like his heart skipped a beat, his chest suddenly turned weightless due to some unknown force, and something was cleared from his heart.

That something is one which he wanted to pinpoint, it was at the tip of his tongue, however, he was still unbeknownst to what it was. What it is.

When his cold fingertips touched your warm palm, you tugged him down to sit with you.

"This will take a while. I advice you to wait." You said as you fixated your eyes once more to the beautiful horizon that you were gazing before he came.

"Wait for what?" He asked once more. He was beyond confused at where he was, what he was doing there and what was this place.

"You'll see." You were completely vague with him, which started to gnaw at his patience.

"Where is this place?" Instead of answering his question, you plucked a flower from beside you.

"Isn't she lovely?" You asked him as you showed him the chrysanthemum.

"Why are you being vague with me?" He asked, his patience was wearing thin as the moment passes.

"Why can't you just be patient? Patience is virtue, darling." You retorted, but even with the reply, your voice never ceased to be as soft and delicate as ever. It was like the ocean waves that keeps hitting the shoreline, a calm lullaby amidst the darkest of the nights.

You played with the chrysanthemum in your hand, "It looks like you're going to have to stay a little longer." You looked up at the horizon.

"W-what do you mean?" He stuttered, he was already scrambling to get up but then you held his hand. The calmness that radiated from your touch calmed him down. You smiled at him as he sat down beside you.

"Don't worry. It'll only feel like a moment. I've been here for almost all my life."

"Who are you?" He questioned. You only gazed at his eyes as he asked you.

"I don't have a name, actually." You smiled at him.

"Then what do they call you?" He asks, his eyes were fixated on the flower that you held.

"They call me by my heart." You vaguely said, you watched as his face scrunched up in confusion before you bubbled in with your laughter.

Your laughter reverberated on his insides, it made his stomach churn in a good way.

"How is that even possible?" He asked.

You shrugged, "I don't know. And honestly? You're the first to ever ask my name."

He was confused, beyond confused, "Do people even ever come here? And where are you from?"

"People come and people go," you tapped his nose. His cheeks instantly burned as you smiled at him. "I was destined to be here."

"No offense but you're peculiar."

"I am." You replied and you looked up the sky. His gaze, however, never left your face. He examined each curves, each flaws, and he couldn't help but gaze at your surreal beauty.

"Say," you started and glanced at him, "Do you have a name in mind? You ask of my name. But I don't have one." You plucked the beautiful pink calla lilies that was an arms reach to your right.

His eyes immediately fell to the flower that was in your hand.

"I do, actually." Your eyes met his alluring ones.

"What is it?" Your curiosity was instantly piqued as you played with both the Calla lilly and the Chrysanthemum in hand.

"Lily." He said.

"Why a lily?" You asked him as your other hand played with the petals of the chrysanthemum.

"Because they're beautiful. And you're just as beautiful as they are. I'm going to call you Lily." You only smiled at him.

"Okay."

As the time passed, the both of you only sat under the shade of the tree. You plucked a few more Calla Lilies and gave them to him. He held on to it as he was talking about his Aunt and his brother. He was completely at ease talking with you, you smiled at his antics and laughed at his jokes. He was completely comfortable with you.

"Do you own this place?" He questioned. You stopped picking at the petals of the flowers that you were holding and gazed up to meet his curious eyes.

"No, but the owner of this place created me." You said.

"So, is he like your father...?"

"He is our father."

He blinked, "You lost me there."

You only smiled and looked up at the horizon.

"I guess its time for me to make my leave." You stood up and this time, it was his hand that held yours as you did you. You looked down at him, confused as he looked up at you with troubled eyes.

"Uh, do you have to go?" You smiled gently and kneeled down in front of him.

"Of course. Because you also need to go." You cooed. His hand reached up to touch your cheek and your hand cupped his.

"But I like talking to you." He said.

You giggled lightly, "You'll see me next time." You leaned in to kiss his forehead.

You stood up once again to make your exit but his grip on your hand made it hard for you to do so.

"Let go of me. They're waiting for you." You said and kneeled down once again.

His mouth opened ever so slightly, "Promise me that we'll meet?"

You smiled delicately at the boy, "Of course we will." You plucked a Calla lily and handed it to him. "I'll see you soon, Hiro."

His gaze was fixated on your retrieving figure. You walked away from him, the flowers around you made your figure even more surreal as you walked away from him. The distance between you elongated until soon, you had completely disappeared from his perspective.

He eyed the flower in his hand and he felt really tired after you left. It was as if you took his energy with you. He leaned himself better on the tree and closer his eyes.

But instead of darkness greeting him, it was a blinding white light that seemed to pulled him back. He felt all the pain and soreness on his body as he slowly moved his limbs.

He was confused, perturbed. He opened his eyes, and instead of the beautiful flower fields that was filled with chrysanthemums and calla lilies, it was a white ceiling that greeted him.

He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the light.

He tried to speak, but then he realized he had an oxygen mask. He looked around his surroundings and realized something.

He was a patient. In an ICU. With all the wires connected to his body.

~

You were once again in the flower fields, your hands nursed a growing chrysanthemum when a familiar voice called out from the distance. You smiled and whipped around to see your friend. He was older now.

He approached you, his hair wasn't as disheveled as it was before. It was now cut and it was styled to perfection. You waved at him and he waved back.

"I learnt something." He started once he reached you. You were still the same last time he saw you. Still the same lovely woman that he grew fond of.

"I learnt what these meant." He reached out and plucked a chrysanthemum and a calla lily.

You smiled at him, "What do they mean?"

"They represent life and death." He chuckled, the disbelief in his voice was quite unfathomable, "I fell for someone who guards the division of Life and Death."

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[thequeenrains]

Big Hero 6 MBTI

Hiro Hamada–INTP

“We didn’t set out to be superheroes. But sometimes life doesn’t go the way you planned.”

Hiro is inventively intelligent beyond his years, but more importantly for personality typing, is the explorative way in which he uses his mind.  He is very focused on exploring new ideas and pushing limits (Ne).  As an introvert, it can take a bit of encouragement to get him going when he wants to share his inventions, and it’s the thinking, analyzing, and creating that come more naturally to him (Ti-Ne).  Sometimes he needs a guiding figure to show him how he can put his ideas to good use, otherwise getting more lost in continually exploring but only more independently.  Hiro has great concern for the overall harmony and wellbeing of others, like Tadashi, but Fe is his inferior function and he can lose sight of that desire at times.  In the end though, wanting to do something to really help people in general is a driving force for Hiro in all his future inventions and endeavors.

Gogo Tomago–ISTP

“There are no red lights during car chases!”

Gogo loves to be seen as strong, capable, and independent.  She has a strong analytical mind (Ti), enjoying challenges that require a lot of internal logic and piecing together of information.  Gogo is also a pretty intense character, strongly capable in maneuvering the physical world and greatly enjoying an even risky situation, always keeping her cool (Se).  Though it’s not her dominant function either, Gogo’s Fe is also clear in the way that she full heartedly takes on the role of a superhero who benefits the greater good and works in the team.

Honey Lemon–ENFP

“WOO! Now THAT’S a chemical reaction!”

Honey Lemon is unafraid to pursue enthusiastically her “nerdy” interests (Ne-Fi).  She’s much more into science and thought than anything else.  She also clearly places high value on staying true to what science really is, as is shown in the ways she reacts to Fred’s very non-scientific ideas (Fi).  Honey Lemon loves to put her own colorful touch on her inventions, and she always exuberantly shares her passions with others (Ne-Fi).

Wasabi–ISFJ

“We can’t go up against that guy! We’re nerds!”

Wasabi’s inferior funciton, Ne (extraverted intuition) is fairly well developed in the way he loves to pursue new possibilities and is quite open to change; though the lower position of the function is also clear in the way that he always appreciates having a good plan to go with.  His Si (introverted sensing) is still noticeably stronger though; Wasabi has a very keen eye for detail, and he keeps good track of which of these are important to him.  He also is very meticulous, and he can be gently picky about the orderliness of his work.  Wasabi is a deeply caring and gentle character.

Fred–ESTP

“I’ve been trying to get Honey to develop a formula that can turn me into a fire-breathing lizard at will. But she says that's ‘not science.’”

Fred is generally very laid-back about even the wildest of events, enjoying to go with whatever comes along.  He always loves it when something is very cool to him, and he really likes a good physical thrill (Se).  Though he’s sometimes more concerned with having a good time or thinking about potentially awesome and/or thrilling new ideas, Fred also enjoys some serious analytical thinking (Ti).

Alistair Krei–ENTJ

“Listen to the kid, Callaghan. Please, l-let me go. I’ll give you anything you want!”

Alistair Krei is persuasive and talented at being in charge.  He can make a good appearance, and he sometimes has more concern for how he and his endeavors will be viewed than the more human areas that could be negatively affected (unhealthy inf. Fi).  He always tries first to take control of a situation.

Robert Callaghan–INTP

“I want my daughter back!”

Callaghan in the beginning is an inventive and creative thinker with a kind heart.  He eagerly seeks possibilities and innovation, and he urges others to do the same (Ne-Fe).  He is much more into science for the sake of itself rather than selling ideas out (Ti, IN).  Later on, he loses touch of his kinder side, with the desire for revenge pushing him to act unhealthfully but still in a very logical, innovative way.

Tadashi Hamada–INFJ

“Yeah. I’m going for a non-threatening…huggable kinda thing.”

Tadashi is reserved, forward thinking, and deeply caring towards his loved ones.  He shows strong emotional intelligence in the ways he looks out for Hiro.  He’s also quite protective and all to readily puts his own safety and needs aside to assist or support others.  Tadashi has a very Fe angle to his innovation, working very hard to create and perfect something which will primarily do a lot of good for many people.

Baymax–Ti-Fe

“It is alright to cry.”

Though as a robot Baymax is not traditionally type-able, symbolically his character can represent some of the cognitive functions.  Specifically, Ti (introverted thinking) and Fe (extraverted feeling).  Quite literally, Baymax operates on internal logic.  He has sometimes humorously logical approaches to things as a robot.  Just like Fe, Baymax has the purpose of caring for others and promoting outer harmony.  He’s always there when you need him, and he knows just what to do to make things better.

[thequeenrains]

I decided to capture every moment of the nerd gang working on Hiro’s microbots with him! Sorry they aren’t big, and that they aren’t in that great of quality.

Part 1: https://brainyxbat.tumblr.com/post/189978871271/i-decided-to-capture-every-moment-of-the-nerd-gang

[thequeenrains]

This is actually a chapter for my book 😂

Forgive the horrible writing tho. Enjoy reading 😉❤

"A penny for your thoughts?" A familiar voice spoke from behind you and you whipped to see the guy who saved you from day one. He wasn't wearing the suit that he wore when you first met, he was wearing the black one.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, your voice was delicate, soft. It made his heart flutter.

"Night patrol. Saw you here so me and my buddy," He tapped his robot friend, "decided to keep you company."

"Aren't you supposed to be roaming around the city?" You asked as he got down from his position.

You turned your back from him and he stood beside you. His helmet visor was only halfway, unlike the one from the other suit. However, the visor was heavily tinted, making it hard for you to distinguish his other features. His lower face was visible, but with the current situation, it made it hard for you to distinguish his features. The moon wasn't out and full, but the stars were on full display. And the buildings were slowly shutting off their lights, one by one.

The city was slowly falling asleep.

You looked down at the streets of San Fransokyo, you found that there are still people around, but the amount decreased and the heavy flow of the traffic lessened.

"My sensors inform me when there is trouble."

You both stood in silence, neither one of you spoke.

"Why do people keep secrets?" You asked out of the blue, your voice was still delicate and a bit raspy because of the silence that engulfed the both of you.

"W-" he cleared his throat, "What?"

"Why do people keep secrets? Is it because they don't trust that person?" You asked, your fingers fiddling with the sides of your thumb.

"People keep secrets not because they don't trust that person," you can feel how his figure moved to look down at you, "But because they want to protect that person. They want to keep her safe."

"Why would they? Because I would rather face the truth rather than some sugarcoated lies." You looked up at him, his heavily tinted visor was a hindrance to you meeting his eyes. But somewhat, you felt like you found it.

"Because they don't want her to get hurt." He said, his voice almost going back to his normal one. His words felt as if it had a double meaning. Your hand reached out for his visor, you wanted to remove it.

You waited for him to stop your hand. But instead, he guided your hand towards his cheek. The warm skin made contact with your cold fingertips which made your mouth open a bit. His body turned to face you and he pulled you closer towards him.

Your heart was erratically beating, as if it recognized someone that your brain doesn't. His hand made its way around your waist as he pulled you close. His other armor clad hand caressed your cheek using the back of his hand. His touches were delicate, like your beautiful skin.

Your hand found its way to his chest. Despite the heavy armor, you still felt his heart beating just as the same pace as yours were.

Somehow, both of your hearts recognized each other.

"Who are you, even?" You let the accent slip out, you didn't hold back like you oftenly would. Your accent complimented your beautiful, velvety tone, and your words slowly made a beeline towards his heart.

"Just your ordinary hero, my princess."

Your hand on his cheek gently caressed the skin. His hands held you close to him.

You stopped caressing his cheek, your eyes searched for his as you held the visor of his helmet.

You were confused that he didn't bother stopping you. You were confused that he's acting like this even though you only met him twice. You're confused why you instantly melted to his touch. You were beyond confused why your heart seemed to recognize him, but your brain couldn't.

You were confused why he was giving his words another meaning that you couldn't find the answers to.

A shadow was casted and you both looked up to his robot friend.

He looked at his robot friend and nodded.

"It seems that I need to make my leave, Princess. Let me escort you," he guided you towards the door where you exited from earlier to get here, "keep safe, princess."

"You too." You twisted the doorknob and looked back at him, he was waiting for you to safely enter before he could leave.

"Keep safe, darling." You grinned cheekily and he only chuckled.

You entered and closed the door, a smile escaped your lips and your hand flew to your chest that was still beating fast.

"Who was that?" You asked to no one in particular. But you were directing that question to your heart.

(Should i make more?)

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