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wandsandwheezes · 4 years

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I'd die for you. | G.W

TW // major character death(s), angst, general sadness, love, mentions of blood, death and sadness.

I would like to apologise in advance for this one, it has taken me two full days of tears and breaking my own god damn heart.

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Never make a promise you don't intend to keep. That's what my mum always taught me, so in the lead up to the Seven Potters I promised George that even against my best judgements, I'd stay back at the burrow and wait for his arrival.

"If you keep biting those nails, you'll have none left, dear!" Molly said, sitting next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders "Before you know it, they'll all be walking through that doo-" A loud splash echos around the quiet surroundings of the countryside, causing Ginny to jump from the chair and run outside, greeting Harry and Hagrid on their arrival. All too quickly I hear Lupin's voice yelling, causing everyone to look in the direction of his voice. My heart fell to the pit of my stomach.

My mind went blank in the next few moments, I was stood there watching Lupin carry the weak and limp body of love of my life into the confines of the Burrow. Ginny grabs my hand, pulling me inside when she notices that I hadn't moved an inch. I thanked Merlin that he was still breathing, but the blood rushing from his ear made me question how he wasn't unconscious.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." he jokes, feigning a small smile at me as he reaches for my hand, which I let him take, dropping to kneel by his side. My other hand reaching up to brush the hair from his eyes.

"George, you never cease to amaze me how you can still be smiling when you've lost an ear," he squeezes my hand tightly, almost to check I was still there, "who am I if I can't even make the woman I love smile?"

I press a small kiss to his hand, giving him a reassuring smile. I feel a hand on my shoulder, looking up to see Fred staring down at me, he moves to join me beside his brother, "How're you feeling, Georgie?" George takes a deep breath before speaking up.

"Saint like," he smiles, I look to Fred, who has a worry in his eye, I give him a reassuring look as I give George's hand a squeeze, "Come again?" George lets go of my hand, straining to reach up and point at his own ear "I'm holey, get it Fred?"

"The whole wide world of ear related humor and you go for 'I'm holey'... It's pathetic" The twin smiles, looking down at his hands that sat nicely in his lap, "Recon I'm still better looking than you, at least Y/N still thinks so, right angel?" I smile nodding as a small blush rises to my cheeks, I lean in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, earning a small but weak smile from him.

After about 10 minutes of arguing over who would clean up George's ear, I convince Molly that I was more than happy to take care of her son, especially as I've been patching the twins up after any and all mishaps at the shop. She obliges, despite her motherly instincts kicking in, helping me guide George into the bathroom. We seat him ontop of the toilet seat, nestling between his legs as I gently dab a warm cloth over the side of his face, clearing away all of the blood. I find myself taking in every freckle, every little scar on his face, the way his cheeks were so full and how he was just so perfect, making me realise how much I loved him.

"How did I ever get so lucky?" he smiles up at me, his hands holding onto the backs of my thighs, as my hand holds his chin in place, starting the task of cleaning the blood from his ear. I try to make sureBeing careful to be more gentle every time he winces. "If you're lucky, Georgie, imagine how I feel waking up to you every morning."

"Promise me something," I push back his hair so that it's out of the area, grabbing some antiseptic. "If it's that the antiseptic won't hurt, then there's nothing I can do my love, just bite down on this." I give him a towel which he places between his teeth. The sounds he made as the alcohol cleaned his wound broke my heart, but it was in his best interest. I pull out my wand, casting a small spell to deal with the stitches while he's still biting down on the cloth, causing him to groan again, but this time it was more of a wince then full on cries of pain. I wrap a bandage around his head, holding some gauze in place to help with the bleeding.

"If I didn't love you so much, I'd be swearing this house down by now," he says, pulling the cloth from between his teeth, I reach to wipe away his stray tears that linger under his eyes and on his cheeks. "Now my love, what am I promising you?"

He goes to stand up, quickly deciding against it as he sits back down. I take his hands again, rubbing my thumbs across the back of his hands, he pasuses for a moment, almost as if he's unsure of what he's about to ask, however the grin that he pulls his lips into dispells any worry. "I want you to promise me that you'll still love me with one ear."

"Georgie, I'd die for you, regardless how many ears you may or may not have, you're the love of my life." I laugh, leaning down to finally press a kiss to his lips, moving one of his hands to the small of my back and tgr other to the back of my head, keeping me pulled into the kiss for a little longer.

The next few months were weird and uncertain, Diagon Alley becoming quieter and quieter, I begged George to move back to the Burrow so that we'd be out of the madness and true to his word we did, Molly helping me work with him on his sickness and growing vertigo. Harry, Ron and Hermione were off hunting horcruxes and every morning I got a gut feeling that things were going to get worse.

Beams of Green and Red were flying all around me as I ran through the corridors of hogwarts. The sounds of crying, screaming and yelling were all I could hear. A head of firey red hair, pops around the wall which I spot out of the corner of my eye, he was fighting off Death eaters like it was nothing when suddenly he's thrown to the floor, his wand flying from his hand. I'm trying to run towards him but I feel like I can't move, every muscle in my body is resisting.

"Avada Kedavra!" suddenly the body of the man I love goes lifeless before me, I scream at the top of my lungs, my body finally giving in as I collape at his side, wailing from the pit of my stomach.

"no, no, no... Wake up! Please wake up, My love, just open-" "your eyes, shh, it's okay, I'm here, it's just a dream, baby." my tear stained cheeks, and small shallow breaths were enough for George to realise that it wasn't a normal dream, the protective part of him pulling me into his arms, rocking me gently as he coos my sobs, which grow less and less violent as I'm brought back to reality

"I'm sorry." I whisper as his hand plays with my hair, soothing me to a point where I can finally breathe again, "don't be, when you screamed like that i thought something was happening to you, I swear whatever was hurting you like that I'd take the brunt, I'd die for you, my angel."

"Don't say that." I breathe, shaking my head as I press a soft kiss to his jaw, "no dying, not for me, Georgie." he holds me tighter, leaning down to connect our lips in a soft kiss. "no dying, got it."

I hadn't seen George in a month, we decided that with the death eaters still roaming the streets, it would be better if we both went into hiding. My aunt, who has two witches herself, was keeping me safe, telling her girls to stay in Australia for their own safety. I hear a small knock on the door, Aunt Melinda poking her head into the room.

"This just came inside one of my letters, it's for you, darling." I smile at her, taking the letter gratefully, I recognise the handwriting immediately, opening up the envelope to a gorgeous hand-written letter.

To My Angel,

Merlin, I miss you. Dad told me about how the whole muggle mail thing works and I think I enjoy it more than mail by owl. I think personally that it was a stroke of genius to write to you like this because I know theres no way that the death eaters will go looking through muggle mail.

I want nothing more than to hear your voice again, to touch your skin, feel you next to me when I wake. Oh, Speaking of sleep, how are your nightmares? I don't sleep much these days so I hope you're resting better than I am.

Dad says the order has been checking on the house and the shop regularly, they think the burrow will be safe again soon, I hope you'll join the family and I because I have something I need to ask you and I don't want to do it over a letter.

I love you always and forever.

Georgie

I hold the letter close to my heart, longing to feel his presense again. The nightmares haven't been getting any better, no matter what I do, I don't get to him in time and I have to watch him die in front of me over and over again, knowing that I could've saved him. A wave of pain and sadness washes over me as I curl myself into a ball, under the covers, praying that the duvet becomes his arms and that I don't fall asleep to see his lifeless eyes again.

Two months later, finally stood in each other's arms, kissing again in the room where it all started for us. For a moment I'm taken back to Dumbledore's Army and the hours George and I spent as we snuck into the room of requirement, him helping me perfect my patronus, giving me the happiest memory of all when he kissed me for the first time.

We stood by the window, away from everybody, talking and making up for lost time, holding onto me like he wouldn't ever let go again, every time I looked at him, I was smiling, my heart doing backflips.

"I wanted to ask you this before it all gets crazy," he smiles taking both of my hands as he gets down on one knee, pulling out a ring from his pocket. "I was going to ask you when you were mending my ear, I wish I didn't catch myself out and that I'd asked you then and there because being away from you made me realise that I can't spend another day without you, I love you so much, you're the best thing to have ever happened to me so I want to make us last forever, that's if you still love me, even with one ear."

I giggle, taking the ring and slipping it onto my finger as I nod frantically. I wanted nothing more than to be with George forever, even if he only had one ear.

I don't think any of us realised we were fighting a war until the bodies of people we cared about started to pile around us. I was fighing for everything I had, until I couldn't breathe, a sense of dread washing over me when I realised I'd been fighting alone. I was running around the castle and everything felt like slow motion. That was until I stumbled into the great hall and suddenly time felt real again.

Ginny was holding me back from stepping closer to any of the family, I caught a glimpse of the redheaded boy who looked to be asleep on the floor, his twin sobbing next to him as the family wept. "It's freddie, Y/N" she whispers, "Fred's gone."

Every wail and sob from every nightmare came back to me at once, pushing past Hermione to wrap my arms around George, letting him cry into my arms, and there we stay for as long as he needed.

When It felt like it was all over, we believed Harry was Dead, that this was the end, that everything we had worked for was short lived. I cried into George's shoulder, hugging his side, it felt like a part of all of us had gone. So when Harry reveals himself to truly be alive we were all in a state of shock, moving as one to finish what was started if not for us then for those we lost.

The fight was not over. Beams of Green and Red were flying all around me as I ran through the corridors. The sounds of crying, screaming and yelling were all I could hear. It's like I'd done this a thousand times. I saw the man I loved, from the corner of my eye, he was fighting off Death eaters like it was nothing, when suddenly he's thrown to the floor, his wand flying from his hand. I realised, I had done this before. It was all de ja vu and before I could think, I run and jump in front of the spell that was meant for him, taking it with the full force of my body.

The next few moments felt like no time at all, like both nothing and forever. He held my body in his arms as I reach up to press my hand against his cheek, feeling the last of my life slip away from me, "I love you, George, even if you do only have one ear."

Never make a promise you don't intend to keep. When I told George I would die for him, I truly meant it. When I told him I'd love him forever I meant it. I continued on with him for years, watching him heal and mourn Fred and I. The thing that hurt the most was hearing him still talk to me, like he feels me there, "I made your favourite, mum's cinnamon rolls, she doesn't make them much anymore, I don't think she will without your help." he smiles down at his plate, pulling the roll in half, before letting out a deep breath, placing the other half down and sliding it across the table.

I'm hugging him but he can't feel me there, I'm there every night, curled up next to him but he doesn't feel me hold his cheek anymore. He's sat in the dark, tears rolling down his cheeks, "I know you're here, I can feel you with me but not Freddie." he wipes away his tears, pulling a pillow into his chest. "I hope he's okay, would've been nice of him to leave me one of his ears, it's not like he ever used them anyway." George Weasley, you never cease to amaze me how you can still be smiling when you've lost all that you have.

He never loved another woman, even when he tried, by Godric I wanted him to be happy, even if it wasn't with me. He was sat on the bed, clutching the photo of him and I as he played with the engagement ring he gave me. "I live for you my Angel, If only there was a way you could have lived for me."

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galoots · 4 years

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A Hatchling’s Tale

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“Tell me a story.”

It was Donald’s nightly request.

Putting Donald to bed was always an arduous affair. It started early in the evening with Scrooge chasing Donald around for hours to wear the boy out. More often than not, it was Scrooge who would end up exhausted while Donald would still be zipping around full of energy. Then came bath time, and the usual struggles that came along with it. Most kids hated baths and getting them in the tub was the trouble. For Donald, it was getting him out. The wee bairn could stay there all night, sailing his little tugboat bath toy around the bubbles until the water grew ice cold. Scrooge had to all but pull Donald out of the bath, kicking and screaming. After that came the ordeal of wrestling Donald into his footie jammies, always difficult when his baby much preferred running around in a towel and causing havoc around the house.

Sooner or later, Scrooge would catch up to his duckling and carry him giggling and squirming to his bed. He’d tuck him in tight, pulling the blankets up to Donald’s chin and kissing him on the forehead. Then—and only then—was it time for a story.

The mattress dipped as Scrooge settled his weight upon it. “What story shall we spin tonight then?”

Donald’s face scrunched up as he considered his options. “I got one!” He snuggled closer to his uncle, leaning his head against Scrooge’s side. “Tell me the story of when I hatched.”

“When you hatched?” Scrooge swung an arm around his duckling, pulling him in for a snug embrace. “Alright. That I can do.”

Scrooge cleared his throat with aplomb before he began. “It was May Day when your mother laid you—"

“No! Stop!” Donald slapped his covers with irritation. The sudden interruption startled Scrooge so much, his glasses fell off his beak and onto the bedspread.

Scrooge felt around blindly for his glasses. “What’s wrong?”

“That’s not how it happened.”

Finding his bifocals, Scrooge placed them back on the bridge of his beak. With his glasses back on, Donald’s sullen face was suddenly clear to see. “Laddie, I’ve barely even begun!”

“And you’re already messing it up, unca!”

“If you’re the expert, why don’t you tell it?”

An inspired smile spread across Donald’s beak at the idea. “I will tell it! I’ll tell the real story of how I was hatched.”

And so began Donald’s tale:

Once upon a time, in a far-off land, a man was engaged in fierce battle with a powerful witch. The man was Scrooge McDuck, the richest duck in the world. And the witch? She was the fearsome Magica de Spell, the most powerful spellcaster the world had ever known. The two were perched atop the famed Mount Vesuvius engaged in a battle that had raged for hours now. So deeply embroiled in their turmoil were they, that they failed to notice when the ground beneath their feet began to rumble. A sound echoed forth like hell had opened its maw and grew in intensity until a cacophony emerged so loud it was heard in the farthest reaches of space. With its terrible cry, a gush of lava issued from the volcano’s throat and poured down the sides of the mountain. Forgetting their scuffle, Scrooge and Magica rushed down the mountain, hopping over streams of red-hot lava carving its way through the igneous rock. Only one moment was spared to glance back at the oncoming threat, but to the pair’s great surprise, riding the crest of a magnificent flare of magma was an egg!

“An egg?” Scrooge asked.

“My egg.” Donald informed him. “Please don’t interrupt, unca.”

“Darling, you’d be hard-boiled.”

Donald placed a tiny finger on his uncle’s beak. “Shh. This is my story, unca.”

Upon seeing the definitely not hardboiled egg, both Scrooge and Magica knew they had to have it.

Once they had fled to safety, their fight began anew. But this time it was over who would get the privilege of raising such a clearly rad baby. For hours they fought, Magic hurled spells with all her might and Scrooge did some sick backflips and roundhouse kicks.

Scrooge laughed. “I am not, nor have I ever been, capable of that kind of athleticism, kiddo.”

“Shh!”

Magica’s might was great, but Scrooge’s love was a force even greater than the witch’s spellcraft. He overcame her might and defeated Magica de Spell. She skulked away from the fight, cursing Scrooge McDuck’s name, and swearing to return to visit me and shower me with love.

“Mm-hmm.” Scrooge nodded. “That’s definitely why Magica always bothers me.”

Donald allowed this one interruption. “I knew it!” He whispered to himself.

Scrooge examined his newly won bounty. My egg was dark-blue with a sick yellow lightning bolt across its circumference. Detailed on the eggshell was a tableau of my birth, the volcano’s eruption, the legendary fight, my unca’s victory—all of this had been foretold.

“Your eggshell was white. With a few off-white speckles.”

“That isn’t cool at all! That’s boring!”

“The cool part was the life generating inside.” Scrooge booped Donald on the beak, but Donald frowned despite the affectionate gesture.

ANYWAY—tired and sore from the long battle, unca—I mean Scrooge—scooped me up into his arms and cradled me. It was time to begin their long journey home. It was an expedition fraught with peril… Scrooge crossed stormy seas that teemed with sharks, bounded over cragged pits filled with monsters and their terrible gnashing teeth, and battled with a tiger in the dense Amazonian jungle who wanted to eat me! Through all this, Scrooge prevailed, and he dreamed about the duck that would soon emerge from his egg. He was certain he’d be amazing, and strong, and handsome, and—

“Cute as a button!” Scrooge supplied with a smile.

Donald poked his uncle hard in the side as punishment for interrupting his tale. “I’m not cute! I’m super cool and awesome!”

“And adorable.” Scrooge whispered this addition under his breath so as not to incur more punishment from the temperamental duckling.

Finally, after many woes and trials, Scrooge arrived back home and collapsed into the awaiting arms of his beloved.

“My what?”

Donald gawked at his uncle. Surely, he was playing dumb. “Duckworth!”

A blush colored Scrooge’s white feathered face. “My b-beloved…? You mean my… beloved butler? Pal? Workmate proximity associate?”

A scoff emanated from Donald’s throat that sounded near identical to the kind Duckworth would let out whenever he was fed-up with Scrooge’s shenanigans. Donald ignored his uncle’s blundering and continued on with his story.

Home once again, Scrooge relayed his epic tale of discovery, danger, and thrill. As he recounted each harrowing detail, cracks started to form in the shell of my egg. I was ready to hatch! With a decisive karate kick, I burst from my egg, vaporizing the shell in an instant and leaving behind only a fine powdery dust. I emerged from my egg clad toe to tip in a pirate’s outfit. Complete with pirate boots, eyepatch, and a cutlass.

Scrooge clutched his sides as he chortled. “You weren’t born with a pirate costume on!”

“What was I wearing then?” Donald leveled his uncle with an incredulous eye.

Scrooge wiped away a tear from his eye. “O-ho, that was priceless. Dearie, you were naked when you hatched.”

Donald’s beak gaped wide with shock. He couldn’t believe the blasphemous words his uncle had uttered. No pirate outfit? No clothes at all? “Unca! I was not born…” Donald lowered his voice to a whisper, “naked.”

“You sure were. Naked as the day, well, you were born! You had the cutest little tush.” Scrooge pinched Donald’s behind with a wink.

“Ouch!” Donald slapped away his uncle’s hand. “I was not born naked and I do not have a cute tush!”

Scrooge heaved his shoulders up in a shrug. “I think the pictures in your baby book would prove otherwise, but have it your way.” He ruffled Donald’s messy head of feathers. “Is that all then? That’s the story of your hatching?”

Donald crossed his arms testily. “Yes! And it was way better than your lame story.”

Scrooge yawned and pulled his angry little duckling into a warm hug. “If you say so, dear.”

“I do say so.” Donald’s eyes fluttered shut as he wormed deeper into his uncle’s feathers.

Their argument ended there as the two of them drifted off to sleep, cuddled together in Donald’s small bed. Perhaps they’d renew their argument in the morning, but for now, they were just happy to have found each other.

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imnotwolverine · 4 years

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The marriage pact - Chocolate delight

Henry Cavill x OC Alice - multi-chapter

< Part 4 | Part 5 Chocolate delight | Part 6 >

Disclaimer: none

Author’s note: I decided to keep the fluff levels high and the smut levels low - sorry, not sorry. The reason being that I don’t see a whole lot of PG-13 stuff here on Tumblr, so it might be a welcome addition to the Tumblr-universe.

Word count: 1.262

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Dear readers,

I totally overslept this morning, so please accept my apologies for the shortest blog in the history of blogs. But; CHOCOLATE CAKE!

CHOCOLATE CAKE!!

A sipping-her-coffee-in-a-hurry,

Ali

‘Are you sure we’ve got everything?’ Henry took my backpack as I picked up Alice, securing her in the backseat of his dad’s car.

‘Absolutely. Don’t worry Hen.’ I poked him teasingly in his shoulder, making little Alice coo from her backseat throne. ‘Oohh!’ She gasped, making Henry blush ever so slightly. I chuckled in turn, then held my breath when I felt my phone buzz.

‘Just a sec.’ I said, turning around and answering it. ‘Hey Mads. Hey. Yes, all good here.’ I heard some loud and bubbly toddler noises behind me and I looked over my shoulder seeing Henry tickle the little princess. ’Noo!!’ She squealed, her face holding the widest of grins, tiny nose scrunched up. ‘I want mommy! Mommy!’

I felt my stomach do a backflip as Henry then looked over his shoulder at me. ‘Uh..Mads. I think Alice wants to say something. Yes haha. Hold on..’ I stepped back towards the car, giving Henry a warning look to remain quiet, then held out the phone to Alice’s face.

‘MOMMY MOMMY!’ She yelled, making our ears ring. ‘Hey baby!’ - sounded from the other side of the phone. ‘MOMMY MOMMY, SUPERMAN IS HERE!’

Oh gods. Did she really just..? Me and Henry shared a look; so far from trying to keep a secret until we figured out how this thing between us was going to turn out to be.

‘Is he now? Did you need saving then?’

‘No but auntie Alice did.’ Alice spoke into the phone, nodding surely, her eyes peering at the device. ‘She screamed too!’

OH GODS. I quickly turned away, my face flushing with embarrassment as I looked at an equally blushing Henry, his jaw clenching as he tried to swallow away an awkward chuckle. ‘Not funny Cavill.’

Henry bit his lip, then swerved around, prying the phone away from the toddler.

‘Hi Maddie. This is Henry. Yes. Yes we had a good time. And no, nobody got hurt, truly. Haha yes..oh of course…mhm..yes don’t worry. I’ll keep the girls safe.’ He winked at little Alice as she looked at him with large, focused eyes.

‘Yes shall do. Mommy wants to send you kisses.’ Henry said, turning the phone back to the toddler. With tiny grabby hands she picked up the device, moving it back to her face and starting to make little kissy kissy sounds - the voice at the other side of the line doing the same.

Meanwhile me and Henry shared a little sniffle, his hand reaching carefully for mine and our fingers interlocking.

‘I..or..we..are running late.’ I whispered, hearing the toddler continue with her giggles and kisses, the phone now fiercely held into her chubby little fingers.

‘Then ..we..better get going.’ Henry nodded, smiling sweetly before swiftly moving around the car and getting back behind the driver’s seat.

‘Hey, baby.’ I carefully prodded Alice. ‘How about we go on another adventure?’ I smiled as Alice looked up, her mouth still pouted, ready to make another kissy kissy sound. Slowly she nodded, then smiled. ‘Bye bye mommy!’ She said simply then pushed the phone back in my direction.

This was, truly, the easiest toddler I had ever been around and I was glad that thus far we only had three crying sessions, which all could be solved with some good old distraction techniques and a nice little bedtime story.

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I had arrived just in the nip of time before my Tuesday morning meeting started and as I walked back out of our office, I noticed Henry and Alice in the shade, binging away on some ice cream - Henry had been adamant on keeping Alice company so i could go to my meeting undisturbed.

‘How’d it go?’ Henry inquired, his tongue swerving over his bottom lip to remove any chocolaty residue. ‘Good! And thankfully it was okay for me to take the rest of the day off..so..we’re all yours!’ I smiled.

‘KAL KAL KAL!’ Alice cheered, near forgetting about the ice cream in her hand as she tried to clap her hands. Henry was thankfully quick to prevent any ice cream incident, his lightning fast hands grabbing for the cone before it flopped from her small hands.

‘Ooph..where’d you get those Spiderman reflexes Superman?’ I laughed, making him raise up an eyebrow. ‘Ah you know. The good old multiverse.’ ‘Mmm of course.’ ‘Want a bite? Or..lick..?’ He offered me his cone, smiling at Alice as she reached back for her cone, not even realising it had nearly dropped out of her hands mere moments ago.

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as people passed up by, Henry still holding out his ice cream. He looked back up at me, confused by my sudden stoic stature. ‘What’s up?’ ‘Oh it’s just..nothing really. I..ugh..let’s go shall we? I’m sure that Kal can’t wait to see us.’

‘KAL KAL KAL!’ Alice cheered again, this time Henry’s hand not fast enough to catch her ice cream, the cone flopping in a bonus point winning summersault onto the sidewalk. We all gasped, even little Alice, then laughed when the toddler’s mouth shaped into a little “o”. ‘Oopsie poopsie.’ She muttered.

‘Oh Alice dear. Hahahah. It looks like your ice cream didn’t want to be eaten after all.’

‘Sorry ice cream.’ She pouted, watching me pick up whatever was left, then allowing me to clean her mouth and nose with some tissues.

—

‘Did you get..eh..embarrassed ..just now?’ Henry asked, the three of us driving towards his parents place to pick up Kal. Little Alice was quietly bubbling in the back seat and the radio was buzzing some indiscernible music.

‘Oh no. Not really. Or well. Maybe a little. I mean, what will the press think; Henry Cavill sharing ice cream with a mystery woman and kid? Your management team will kill me!’ I gulped.

‘I’m sure they won’t Ali.’ Henry snickered, then looked at me for a moment, deep blue eyes studying me. ‘Unless of course you are ashamed of me.’

‘No! No Hen. Gosh. We’ve known each other for ages. I’ve had a million moments to cut off bonds if I were to be ashamed of you.’ I sniffled, then shook my head, looking back at the road ahead of us. ‘Is there anything else that’s bothering you?’ He asked, also looking back at the road.

‘Hmm..I did wonder why you didn’t recognise me during the interview. I mean..you didn’t, at first, right?’

Henry sighed, shoulders slumping slightly. ‘Sorry about that. I just hadn’t seen you in years. And you do look quite different. Haircut, hair colour, I mean..you even wore make-up…’ He laughed and I rolled my eyes. ‘Yea sure.’

‘And to be honest I was tired and had totally not expected to find you back here. Even to this moment I wonder why I had never quite realised throughout our phone calls and app messages that you still lived right here. It does make me look like quite a fool.’

‘That’s because we never truly talked about our every day life. Besides, we hadn’t really had contact in some years.’ I smiled at him - we always happened to be talking about our hobbies; exercising, cooking, thriller movies or newly found favourite bands. Whenever we found something we thought the other might like, we sent it in a text message. And of course we discussed our love lives, though we happened to both be equally unfortunate on that department.

At least. Until now.

‘Better start talking then.’ He winked.

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glittermemories · 4 years

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“Rockcandy” MHA OC: Story

Okashi Shuga Quirk Apprehension Test

Since today was Shuga’s first day she had to take the Quirk Apprehension Test. Mr. Aizawa spoke to the class “So since today is Okashi’s first day she has to take the Quirk Apprehension Test. Which will be a good way for everyone to get a decent grasp on how her quirk works. So Sweets, come get your tracksuit.” She was excited and jumped up, glitter falling everywhere and Iida freaking out with a dustpan in hand from just cleaning up the other amount of glitter. She ran to the front of the class with Sparkle in toe and Iida having a complete meltdown. “Thanks Uncle! I’m excited.” As much as Mr. Aizawa loved his niece he still had to treat her like everyone else. In a bored tone he responded “Yes, well it will be interesting.” He then turned serious “Don’t think I will go easy on you just because i’m your uncle. Give it all you’ve got. Because you already know what happened to the last class.” Shuga shuddered at the mere thought of being expelled so she turned serious as well “Yes Sir! I won’t let you down!” He responded “Now go. I will meet you at the P.E. Grounds.” She nodded and ran off glitter trailing behind her once more and everyone facepalmed.

Now at the P.E. Grounds Shuga raised her henshin item as she waited to start her test. Kind of nervous with her whole class watching her “Give me the power of Cure Blossom!” light surrounded her just as if had the first time. The light dissipated and she appeared once again still in her U.A. tracksuit but with her hair now purple and wavy with a bun and side ponytail, fading to a pink shade at the ends. And with her hair decorations which had a flower pin instead of a moon like when she first showed her quirk to the class. She put in her earbuds and started to stretch, mumbling the words to the song she was listening to. “Why do you still look at me like I belong to you?....you must be a parasite..” Mr. Aizawa came up to her “Did you just call someone a parasite?? The only Parasite around here is Mineta.” she snorted laughing “HA! No i was singing to the song i’m listening to. Biohazard by SONiKA.” Her uncle just nodded slightly and continued speaking “Ah, well are you ready? The first test is the 50 meter dash….GO!” She looked slightly shocked but started right away running and waving her wand “GATHER, POWER OF FLOWERS.” Bakugo who was watching with the others tched and mocked her “power of flowers psssh.” Mina elbowed him to tell him to knock it off but he started yelling and being generally obnoxious.

Shuga continued on oblivious to the harassment “FLORAL POWER FORTISSIMO!” She was picked up in a ball of pink light and shot off towards the finish line. The others watched in shock as she landed gracefully at the finish, even Bakugo had stopped “OI WHAT??” He stormed over while everyone just lightly jogged. Mr. Aizawa turned to the girl as she walked over and popped out an earbud “How did I do?? I hope I didn’t do too bad.” He responded “ 4.00 seconds exactly. Not bad at all. Alright the next test is the Standing Long Jump you need to clear the sandbox.” Shuga nodded smiling and now more determined than ever to ace all the tests. She started walking over to the sandbox area but felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Kirishima he cheerfully asked “Hey Okashi-chan, what were you listening too? He took the earbud from her hand and she blushed...N-NO wait!.” He started listening and started bobbing his head and smiled wider while the girl looked away blushing. “Hey i haven’t heard this song sung by a girl before.” He noticed her back facing him and he put a hand on her shoulder, “Are you okay??” Shuga responded in a sputter “You-YOU weren’t suppose-d to hear th-that.” He looked at her and smiled brightly “Why...WAIT you sung that? That was your cover? It was really good, can i listen to it again?” She blushed “AH You like it!? Uh i have to continue to take my Apprehension test b-bUT i can let you listen to it afterwards!” He giggled “Oh yeah! sorry i’m keeping you from your next test. Go on I'll be watching the whole time rooting for you!” Both of them blushed after that but she smiled “Thanks Kiri!” She ran off towards the box “She...she called me Kiri? IT’S NOT MANLY...but its not manly to let her feel bad for giving me a cute nickname...I’ll just have to deal with it.” Inside he was secretly happy with it. He followed the others to the Sand Box. Shuga waited for the que to go “Give me the power of Cure Sunny!” when she appeared again the little pin in her hair was a flame symbol now. She smirked at Bakugo he shouted “WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN AT PINKY!!” She just waited for the go ahead “Wait and see, your not the only one who can use explosions.” He looked at her and started growling “What did you just say punk?!” She looked at him and just flipped her hair at him, hitting him in the face with a bunch of glitter. He started sputtering in rage “UUUGHHHGH YOU BRAT!!” She just laughed “You get so mad.” She got close to his face with a handful of glitter and said “I said Wait. And. See.” and she blew glitter at him causing him to flail around in rage. Mr Aizawa yelled to her “Sweets thats enough. Now go to the sandbox.” She strolled over and waited “You may begin.” Shuga snapped her fingers flames enveloping her hand, she punches the ground “Sunny Fire!!” A large explosion formed forcing her into the air and she used that momentum to backflip over the sandbox and land on the other side. “How was that uncle??” she turned her head throwing a peace sign at Bakugo with a big smile. He was about to storm over to her but the others held him back just barley. He nodded “As expected. Such a flashy performance for a sandbox test but whatever. You passed. Now onto the next few tests.”

She passed the sit ups, toe touch, and side steps with a few minor struggles. Her last test was the ball throw test. “Give me the power of Sailor Neptune!” She appeared again with her hairpin switching to the top of the transformation lip rod that belongs to Sailor Neptune. She waited next to Mr. Aizawa the rest of the class waiting in excitement and anticipation. Mina and Kirishima cheered in unison “Go Okashi-chan! You can knock it out of the park!!” Mina gave a thumbs up as Shuga responded smiling brightly “I’m so lucky to have a class with such sweet and amazing people!” She took the ball and tossed it in the air in joy only to catch it again “Neptune!” water surrounded her then shot up around the baseball forming into the shape of the planet Neptune “DEEP SUBMERGE!!!” She threw the ball full force and it shot straight forward with great speed. after a while it plunged into the ground with a loud smash and splashed everywhere, leaving a semi-large crater with a small pool of water in it and a dented baseball. She waited while everyone jumped and cheered, all except Bakugo who was literally smoking and the more calm of the students like Todoroki and Tokoyami. Mr Aizawa measured the distance then went back to the students with a dented baseball. “Congratulations, 707 meters. You surpassed even Bakugo and Midoriya. You have passed all the tests and if you were with the class when everyone first took this test you would have ranked 10th replacing Ochaco. Welcome to class 1-a Sweets” The girl cheered “Yes! Thank you uncle!!” she has such a bubbly nature she hugged him causing him to just pat her head and look bored as always

“Yes, now please stop that. You have to also refer to me as Mr. Aizawa not Uncle or it will be seen as unprofessional and possibly favoritism.” Shuga nervously laughed “ha-ha oop...I’m sorry u...Mr. Aizawa. I didn’t even think about that and got too excited.” He nodded and started walking back to his classroom “All of you can do what you want for the rest of the day I'm going to take a nap...too much of everything today.” Bakugo just frustratedly screamed “HOW??!!! You just some pink extra, you're not special. Nothing you did today would make you special.” Shuga was slightly taken aback by his attitude but snapped back “Oh and you think your the King just because you have a good quirk? Well news flash, your entire class is filled with people who have amazing quirks. So learn to deal with it. Also what is your problem?! Your the one who insulted me first. What do you expect? Me to just sit here and take it? Never gonna happen.” She huffed and turned away flipping her hair at him in the process. “He raged again “OI WATCH IT YOU BRAT!! HEY DON’T WALK AWAY WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU. YOU WORTHLESS EXTRA.” Shuga turned around and smacked him in the face “DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME WORTHLESS. You are such a bully.” The girl started to tear up “Your so awful...how can you even stand it?” She turned running away. Bakugo just stood there, pure shock on his face. Maybe he really had gone too far this time. The entire class stood there in shock, not knowing what to do really. This had never happened before. Iida ran off to get a teacher. Kirishima walked in front of him, “Dude, you made her cry. That's so not manly ...” He just shook his head “You never know when to stop do you?” He turned and ran after Shuga. Kaminari and Hanta also just shook their heads and walked away “Yeah that's just bad my dude.” Mina shouted at him “Gosh Bakugo. It’s her first day! What the heck man?!” Ochaco also mumble at him “Yeah what if she never wants to come back because of that?” the group just dispersed, the heavy mood too much to stay in one place.

Midoriya tapped Bakugo “I’m sorry she hit you, but I think this time you actually deserved it. You should go apologize to her.” Bakugo snapped “I DON’T APOLOGIZE.” Midoriya isn’t usually one to argue but this was a mess. “Ka-chan this is seriously messed up...you made her so upset she slapped you!” Bakugo huffed and realized his entire class was basically against him now and he wouldn’t be on top again unless he fixed this. Kirishima ran after the girl only knowing where she went due to the glitter trail she left. He finally found her hiding in an empty classroom. He knocked on the door hearing sniffling “W-who is it??” She blushed hearing the voice that responded “It's Kirishima.” She shuffled and tried to decide what to do “Please can I come in? It’s not manly to look like I'm talking to a door.” She slightly giggled and spoke softly “Yes...you can come in...only if its you though…” He blushed at that response and slowly opened the door as not to startle her “T-thank you” He slowly walked over to her and crouched down in front of her, his heart aching just by listening to her small sobs “H-hey there O-okashi-chan.” She just rubbed her face on her cats fur as said cat stared at him “Are you here to hurt her? If you are I'll scratch your eyes out!” He giggled at that but slowly reached his hand out to pet the cat “No actually the opposite. If you don’t mind..” the cat moved out of the way at the exact moment his hand would have touched the furball and instead his hand landed on Shuga’s head. Said cat ran off and out of the room leaving them both blushing “UH...UH...i-i meant to pet the c-at.” She continued to blush but tried to make it less awkward by nuzzling his hand with her head “I-its ok..this is kinda comforting...after what just happened...you probably think I'm a horrible person.” He stared at her in shock at hearing her words. He in fact thought the exact opposite. “Actually I don’t think you are horrible at all. Ka-chan is a bully sometimes and he doesn’t take into consideration, that other people are ACTUALLY people and not mindless robots. I’m sorry that happened to you Okashi-chan. I should have stopped him..he went too far.” She looked up at him and then tackled him to the floor in a hug sobbing into his chest “No! It's not your fault. I would never want you to feel that way. I’m just..I shouldn’t have antagonized him either. Or hit him. I’m sorry Kiri.” The redhead was now freaking out a bit. He had a girl entirely too close to him than he was used to. He was so used to girls only being near him to get to Bakugo.

Of course explody boy couldn’t care less but it didn’t make it hurt Kirishima any less. He slowed down his racing mind and just laid there for a moment. Shuga realized what had just happened and was about to push herself up off of him to apologize profusely but instead he wrapped his arms around her. He slowly started running his hand through her hair “Don’t apologize. Not when what he said was that hurtful. He made you cry and that doesn’t fly with me. I don’t care who you are no one deserved that.” the girl was more relaxed and nuzzled his chest “You’re so warm, and comforting Kiri...I could stay like this forever.” He blushed again as did she although it went unseen. “As much as I would love to we can’t. The teachers..or Iida would find us and freak out.” He heard soft breathing as she had fallen asleep there “O-okashi-chan...PLEASE!” she giggled and smiled up at him a single tear left falling down her face “Please Kiri.. call me Shuga.” He touched her cheek and wiped away the tear “Are you sure? By your first name? What will people think?” She leaned into his hand “Let them think what they want. I would rather you call me by my first name.” He blushed but agreed and slowly sat up shifting the girl on top of him to his lap “Then call me Eijiro.” She nodded “Ok..Eijiro.” She got up and held her hand out to him. He grabbed it and stood up as well, they left the room, her never letting go of his hand. As they opened the door she bumped into someone “Ooh sorry. I’m so sorry about…!” She looked up and it was Bakugo held by the students with Mr. Aizawa behind them. He flailed about “OI EX ...JUST LET ME GO I WON’T RUN OFF.” Shuga watched and gripped Kirishima’s hand, he slightly squeezed hers to let her know it will be ok. “B-bakugo, I’m sorry I slapped you. It was the wrong way to respond to you.” He just huffed “No. I-I….UUUUGH!” Mina hit him in the back of the head “OW! UGH FINE! JUST STOP HITTING ME!” He huffed again “No Okashi, I’m the one who should apologize. Y-you are not worthless. I-i….m SoRrY! THERE CAN I GO NOW!!?” Mr. Aizawa said in a bored tone “I don’t know can you?” The blonde just screeched “MAY I PLEASE GO NOW??” Mr. Aizawa responded “Yeah, I guess. Just don’t make her cry again or i’ll expel you.” Kirishima responded as well “And i’ll have to like, punch you or something manly. Don’t make me do that to you.” Bakugo twitched “WHAT DID YOU JUST...Fine..” He turned away “My job here is done now. By the way GET A ROOM!” and just like that the blonde stormed away.

Everyone congratulated Shuga once again on passing the Apprehension test and went on their way. She went to walk away as well but forgot she was still holding Kirishima’s hand “O-oh sorry Eijiro.” She finally let go and he rubbed the back of his neck showing his shark tooth smile “N-no it’s ok. U..u-m what does this make us now? We’ve only just met but..b-but I don’t want to b..be without you.” The girl smiled “Whatever you want us to be.” He nodded “O-ok..Then your my girlfriend...well only if you want to be!” She just giggled “Of course…” She kissed his cheek “Ok boyfriend lets go.” She grabbed his hand and they both left the school together. A very eventful first day for Shuga.

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ninjagoland-a-summer-rp-event · 6 years

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✨Ninjagoland pt 3.5: A Hasty Yet Action-Packed Transition!✨

"Nice try!" I jeered at the nindroid that'd failed to punch me. This was actually pretty fun, being in a fight alongside one of my fave ninja!

I attempted to return the favor, smacking it squarely in the head! But that ended up hurting me more so than it.... should've remembered it was completely made of metal...

At the instant, the gantry finally plunged! The sheer force of the fall launched Zane and some of the enemies into the cart's ceiling! The impact caused the already short-circuiting Nindroids to begin shooting lasers wantonly down at us!

I screamed and wrapped my arms over my head, hoping to shield myself somewhat from the blasts!

As luck would have it, no one's skin got scorched in the fray.......

But the stray rays had severed everyone's seat belts!!!!

"Hold on tight!" Zane called as he descended from the ceiling grate, "I'll try to find us a way out of here!"

The gantry wiggled for a bit at this stop, giving Zane just enough time to rid the vehicle of a few intruders by tossing them out of the open doors.

Then before we knew it, we were shooting up again, almost to the top! We could see the whole of the park from this open set of doors, but we were too petrified to enjoy the view!

Then, right as the ride cameras flashed, we plunged again, fighting to stay grounded as gravity forced us into mid-air!

"That's going to be some photo..." I quipped, trying to remain calm.

It now seemed like the gantry was free of Nindroids, save for the Ice Master himself. The ride pulled a wiggly-stop again before shooting upward once more, this time all the way to the top!

The lift locked into a hard stop, jarring us around. What now!?!?

None other than General Cryptor himself had pounced onto the top of the vehicle! Zane glared up through the metal bars at his new opponent, ready to strike should the other Nindroid make a move on us.

"Farewell, traitors!" Cryptor said, staring daggers down on us. He seemed to be referring to not only the Ice Master but Mr. Borg as well.

Then, he used his laser and shot the main lift cables on the gantry! Cryptor collapsed after the shot, apparently that had taken the last of his battery power.

We were now screaming down the track, both literally and figuratively, in full free fall!!!! There was no stopping the force of the drop as it ripped us all out of our seats, now left floating in mid-air! Normally the ride's brakes would catch us, but everything in the system no longer had any power running to it at all!

"I'm going to try and lessen our impact," Zane called to us, "NINJA-GO!"

With that famous battle cry, Zane focused his full icy power on the underside of the cart, as well as the sides and some of the air holes in the cage-like metal. He was essentially making an ice cocoon around us, with it being a thick enough buffer for us to land somewhat safely! But time wasn't on our side as the ground continued to speed towards us.....

The second to last floor was rushing by now. I was screaming my head off, mentally cursing myself for unwittingly ushering all of you guys onto a death trap!

Suddenly, a strange blue glow enveloped the cart. Then, an odd feeling washed over me. It was as though the world was in slow motion!

Apparently, it actually WAS!

Acronix himself launched into the gantry from seemingly out of nowhere, brandishing the Slo-Mo Timeblade! Despite our now sluggish state of hovering, he swiftly backflipped, grabing Cyrus Borg out of the air and slinging the inventor over his shoulder in the process! He cockily bowed at all of us before leaping out of the open doors, surely planning on vanishing into the crowds below. Zane missed this spectacle, for he had been looking at the ground when we got hit by the effects of the Timeblade.

Fortunately, the near-stop had slowed us down immensely, the gantry landing with only a sharp thud as opposed to the mangled crash it would've been otherwise.

~~~~~~~

"Brother!" Acronix called, grinning ear to ear as he returned to the hideout, "Look what I've found!"

"Excellent!" Krux replied, tucking his fake mustache away, "Not only have you reclaimed a Timeblade, but found the one person who can quickly repair the Iron Doom!"

"Who are you people!?" Borg asked in a mix of confusion and anger, "What is an 'Iron Doom'!?"

"We are the Time Twins, the future rulers of Ninjago!" Acronix boasted as he sat the inventor down on the ground, "The Iron Doom is, well, that hunk of smoking metal over there; but surely you'll know how to get it fit for time travel again."

"I can't believe you're falling for this," Krux interjected, "the man's clearly playing dumb."

"I honestly have no clue how to fix your apparent temporal plane-traveling war machine!" Borg responded, getting increasingly freaked out, "Even if I could fix it, I want nothing to do with whatever you two are planning!"

"Oh really!? Let's see how quickly you remember things when you're under Commander Machia's direct supervision!" Acronix threatened.

While his brother bickered with their captive, Krux began to suspect something was massively wrong. Borg, although incredibly smart, wasn't this good of an actor in any prior encounters that the elder Time Twin could recall.

"Mr. Borg," Krux said sharply, silencing the ceaseless arguing, "tell me, how many ninja protect Ninjago City?"

"Why should I?!" Borg replied.

"I am trying to find out if you are the right person we're after," Krux said, now cradling a temple with his palm, "now, how many ninja are there?"

"F-four." Borg answered, "Wait! Actually five. There was a recent addition, I believe."

"Thank you," Krux said, learning all he needed to know, "Brother, a word?"

The duo stepped out of their captive's listening range for a moment to discuss the info the Krux had apparently gleaned.

"Congratulations," Krux began, "you've managed to capture Cyrus Borg, circa 2013!!! Who come to think of it, shouldn't even be here, because this park isn't even in Ninjago!"

"So what realm are we in then?" Acronix replied.

"Apparently it's called Earth." Krux answered, "I found that out at this place's pathetic excuse for a museum. With the fact that Borg's not only here, but not even from the same year, I can only assume there's an issue with the time stream. This doesn't bode well...."

~~~~~~~

Zane had lifted us all one-by-one from the totaled ride cart to safety, and was leading us to the exit. We shuffled on, still a bit shaken from the experience. In time, we were back out in the sunshine.

"Are you all sure you're alright?" Zane asked us. We reassured him we were fine, despite our shock.

Satisfied with the state of our wellbeing, Zane was about to take his leave when P.I.X.A.L. returned, brandishing a techno chain-sickle! Zane expertly dodged her Overlord-fueled ambush and instead of returning the blow, gently touched the very tip of his Technoblade to her forehead. A small flash of icy light appeared and when it dissipated, we found that P.I.X.A.L's eyes had returned to their usual bright green!

"Zane?" She gasped as she lowered her weapon, confused as to what transpired.

"Everything is alright," Zane said, "however, we must find the others. Sorry there's not much time to explain."

They took each others hands and sprinted in the direction of Cars Land, leaving us all stunned in their wake.

"Well, this day couldn't get any weirder..." I muttered.

But it was definitely about to!

"Hello?" P.I.X.A.L.'s voice was calling from my pocket, "Can anyone read me!?"

I pulled out my phone, and we all crowded around to be met by the sight of her face on the screen; only she was in her new Samurai X gear!

"We read you loud and clear!" One of us responded.

"Thank the FSM!" The nindroid replied frantically, "We've been tracking the Time Twins, and just discovered that they've landed in your realm! We have no idea how this happened, but temporal anomalies have been happening with increasing frequency here in Ninjago, and could already be happening in your world too! We can't reach you, but you can help us! Please, find and stop these slips in the time stream! If they aren't fixed soon, the fabric of our realms WILL collide, with catastrophic res-!"

Unfortunately, the signal cut out before she could explain farther. We all glanced at each other, the events of our ride gone wrong suddenly making sense.

Silently, it appeared that we all agreed to accept the insane mission: hunt down the Time Twins and stop their mysterious plans!

But where would we start looking?

That answer came quickly, via a notification from the park app: "Indiana Jones and the Temple of the Forbidden Eye has returned to normal operations."

~~~~~~~~~

We practically sprinted through the crowds, not fully sure what we had gotten ourselves into by the time we finally hit Adventureland.

We drew our passes and began our walk down the super long queue. As we got closer to the first temple building, it was starting to dawn on us that we had zero clue as to what we were actually looking for!

The crowd was unusually backed up, even taking into account how people mob the rides the second they come back up. The source of the setback was apparently a small boy, whose crazy enough to be wearing a black hoodie in 80 degree heat, arguing with a cast member.

"What do you mean I have to have a 'FastPass'!?" The child said snidely, "Do you know who I am!?"

"Kid," the cast member dryly responded, "I've heard that one at least 10 times today. Now please get in the correct line."

"Well, if that's how you want to play, you should get to knowing then!" The child bellowed, "I am LLOYD GARMADON! Son of the terrifying LORD GARMADON! And I'll go wherever I WANT TO!"

Hearing that startling announcement, I turned to you guys.

"Looks like we kinda found what we're looking for;" I said, "any clue as to what we should do?"

@geekywinemom @kaospersona @ninjagofanficsandart @ninjago-hiveswap @lindsey-chr-not-found

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ivarinleatherpants · 6 years

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ok, OTP questions all of them. Or one through ten. Or one through five. You know what, I don't care. Gimme, I'm desperate.

Whelp, we’ll see how many of these I can get through! XD

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?

-Ivar. Totally Ivar. He’s the one who has never needed to stick to a budget, and he loves spoiling Gwen with all the nice things she could never afford growing up.

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?

-Ivar wants Gwen to sit in his lap more, but she gets worried about hurting his legs. More often, it’s Ivar who ends up falling asleep with his head in her lap while she runs her hand through his hair.

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?

-Pfft. Ivar, obviously. The second he comes home the shirt comes off. Gwen doesn’t mind so much, but she needs to get stuff done, dammit! She can’t keep getting distracted by the... arms... and... the other muscles... and...

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?

-It’s pretty equal. Though Ivar’s the one who’s more likely to actually be out all night. He loves to go to punk concerts or to play with his band, but Gwen doesn’t like the noise and crowds. Sometimes she’ll come pick him up, but a lot of times she just waits for him to come home.

It probably doesn’t help that he always gets very... erm... energetic... after all the adrenaline. Then he comes home with his full punk-regalia on, his makeup all smudged and his hair messy and... yeah...

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies?

-Gwen. She’s a competent cook, and can make a decent meal, but she has to have a recipe she can follow or else things can get out of hand. Ivar is just proud of her for trying to go out of her comfort zone, even though she can’t cook a steak to save her life.

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”?

-Ivar doesn’t know what an OTP prompt even is, and teases Gwen horribly for reading fanfiction.

Ivar: *Gleefully* This is straight-up porn, Ging!

Gwen: GIVE THAT BACK THIS MINUTE!

Ivar: Metal arms? Really? Is that your thing, babe? Blue eyes and a bit broken?

Gwen: I’M NEVER SPEAKING TO YOU AGAIN!

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?

-Gwen totally wears Ivar’s shirts.

It’s unlikely anything but Gwen’s most over-sized ugly sweaters would fit Ivar.

Not that he’s ever tried or anything... but there was that one pair of pants that would have gone SO well with his jacket...

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?”

-Again, probably equal. Gwen does a lot of the shopping early on, just because-again-Ivar had no clue how to shop frugally. But later on she ends up working at Kattegat U as a research scientist/teacher, and he has Heathen Hotrods so he can stay home with the kids, he ends up running a lot of the errands.

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

-Depends. They both like to drive. There are some cars Ivar prefers to drive, but he categorically refuses to drive Gwen’s Subaru Mom-mobile, so it’s a toss-up. It also depends of in one is more tired, or if Ivar’s legs are hurting more than usual.

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws?

-Gwen is the only one who draws, but she doesn’t do people. Ivar does like to take pictures, though, and has quite the collection *wink wink nudge nudge*.

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

-Ivar is the backflipper, while Gwen would be following behind, shouting at him to be more careful and STOP doing that he’s going to hurt himself!

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking?

-Oddly enough, Gwen is probably more likely to overdo it. She doesn’t know her own limits the way Ivar does. He’s good at keeping an eye on her and letting her have fun, but making sure she drinks water and stops before she makes herself really sick.

13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

-They’re both the sort to get little things just because it makes them think of the other. Ivar probably a little bit more, just because he’s more financially spontaneous.

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own?

-Gwen hyphenates when they get married. Ivar proudly introduces them as Dr. and Mr. Wessex-Lothbrok. It gets to the point where he sometimes forgets he didn’t actually change his name. XD

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside?

-Neither of them are super bothered by spiders. Unless it’s a really big one and it shows up in the shower, then both of them are likely to shriek and cry for help.

16: Which one gives the other their jacket?

-Gwen probably spends more time wearing Ivar’s jackets than he does. She doesn’t even have to indicate that she’s cold, he just has this sort of sixth sense and immediately swoops in like some leather-clad savior.

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling?

-I think this is pretty obvious, considering it’s already happened. lol. It’s a long time before Ivar and Aethelred actually start to get along, and even longer before they can really be considered ‘friends’.

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?

-Let’s see. Ivar pretty much jumped in head first, but Gwen was the first to say “I love you”. It’s easy for him to be affectionate, but hard for him to talk seriously about his feelings. Whereas Gwen grew up in a family that was much more open about that sort of thing.

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting?

-They both have their strengths and weaknesses. Gwen has less experience with kids, and is pretty uncomfortable with them when she first meets Ivar’s huge family. He’s the one who is the most gung-ho about having kids, but isn’t actually all that into kids that aren’t his own.

With their kids, Ivar is really good at handling the not-so-serious stuff, the tantrums over silly things that Gwen has a hard time being patient with. But it’s really hard for him if one of his kids is really hurt, whereas Gwen is very good at remaining calm during crises.

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

-They’re both grammar Nazis, and mock Alfred for using numbers and other text shorthand.

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?

-They will both come in, guns blazing, if someone tries to hurt the other. They even aggressively defend each other against themselves. Self-deprecation is met with physical assaults with deadly plushies.

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?

-Ivar makes ALL the bad puns, and is SO happy when he’s finally able to legitimately use dad humor. Gwen pretends to cringe, but she actually thinks he’s really funny.

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?

-Gwen has come home to find a new animal many times. Many, many times. Once it was a daschaund puppy that had lost all it’s fur (Napoleon), another time it was a mini horse in their shed. Ivar argues that he tried to say ‘no’, but the kids insisted.

Ivar: No guys, we aren’t adopting the horse.

Judah (a.k.a Ivar Jr.): *Slapping his little four-year-old hand down emphatically* Daddy! He needs a famiwy!

Alyssa (a.k.a Gwen Jr): *Two and already running the world with an iron pout* Pony! Pony!

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

-Ivar: Are you tired? Wanna ride on my back?

Gwen: No.

Ivar: Giiing! C’moooon!

Gwen: No! Your legs are already going to be hurting from all this walking!

Ivar: Ging, get over her and let me carry you!

Gwen: No, you can’t make me!

*Continues, ad infinitum.*

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

-Ivar is more likely to play a sport, but really, he’s the shameless fanboy. Gwen’s maybe tried to leave him at home once or twice when she’s getting an award of some kind, because he makes that bad of a ruckus.

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?

-Ivar. He just can’t get enough of his cutie-patootie. Gwen protests that her drooling isn’t cute, and if he doesn’t delete that right now, so help her...

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked?

-Also Ivar. The few times Gwen’s gone with him to a show, she lets him give her a full punk makeover. Just in general he likes to pick out her clothes. He may know the contents of her closet slightly better than she does.

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?

-Neither of them is really afraid of the other’s pet, but Gwen is deeply suspicious of Napoleon on occasion. She’s sure he’s not as innocent as he looks, especially considering the number of times he’s conned Ivar into letting him sleep in their bed.

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

-Ivar has a strong streak of chivalry, hammered into him since birth by Aslaug. She taught him how to behave in high society, and there’s certain things that he still does on instinct.

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures?

-They’re both homebodies to a certain extent, so they wouldn’t be constantly travelling, but they’d still like to visit other countries. Especially Ivar, who loves history. They probably take a couple trips every year. Gwen plans out the itinerary and makes Ivar stick to it despite his tendency to wander off. They like to see historical sites and go to museums. Probably a good mix of exciting stuff like amusement parks, and just chilling in a nice hotel somewhere scenic.

Ivar, of course, brings two or three cameras along and uses all of them.

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mollymauk-teafleak · 6 years

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psssst...if you're accepting prompts then you should totally write something for demon!alex *backflips out window*

CAREFUL, PLEASE DON’T HURT YOURSELF

Being a demon, ahunting animal in every sense of the world, Alex’s fight or flight response wasone of his strongest instincts. And right now, as he sat on the bed watchinghis girlfriend pace back and forth across their small bedroom with the phonepressed to her ear, her expression tense and shaky as she said those words- I’mpregnant…again- every nerve in his body was screaming at him to run and runand not stop.

But he’d promised.He’d promised on bended knee, with too many emotions to count bubbling in hischest as he kissed her stomach again and again, he’d promised to be here forher whatever she needed.

Even if it might endwith him being killed slowly and painfully.

Eliza’s expressiongave nothing away, he could only imagine what was happening with the other halfof her conversation as he watched his Betsey nod and make vague noises ofagreement and mumble half replies.

“No, we didn’t…itwasn’t exactly, no…of course…I know, Dosia, I’ve thought about it carefully…yeah…thanksso much, we’ll be there soon…I love you too.”

After an agonisinglylong wait which Alex spend trying to calculate how much damage his demonic bodywould realistically take on if he jumped out of the window right now, Eliza gavea nervous sigh and held the phone out to him.

“She wants to talk toyou,” she murmured apologetically, trying not to look like she was handing hima grenade ticking its way gradually and inescapably down towards exploding,though that was how it felt.

Alex accepted thephone hesitantly, taking a deep breath and trying to remind himself forcefully anything for Eliza, anything for mychildren, anything for my family.

“Your majesty?” hetried carefully, thinking it was best to start out very formally and politely,seeing as he was dealing with his boss’ wife, the Queen of the Crossroads andone of the most powerful demons in history.

And his Betsey’s bestfriend.

“So,” he tried andfailed to keep the nervous tremor out of his voice, “Eliza told you the goodnews, huh? New little bundle of- “

“Alexander Hamilton,”Dosia cut across him, her tone so cold and flat it left Alex feeling like he’dbeen dumped alone and naked on an Arctic ice floe, “Are you a complete andutter moron?”

Alex bit his lip,eyes silently begging Eliza for help but even his beloved couldn’t save himnow, “I like to think I’ve at least got street smarts- “

“Don’t interrupt, “Dosia snapped, no louder but there was a force behind it, an echo that turnedhis guts to lava, “Because I see no other way someone could watch the personthey loved, the very delicate and breakablehuman, whose already been through literal Hell for them, struggle to carryand give birth to one of their half demonic babies…and then accidentally knockthem up again!”

Alex trembled, “Um…Iknow and I’m sorry but I talked to Betsey and she says she s-still wants to gothrough with it…”

“Is that so?” thephone felt like it was getting hotter in his hand, uncomfortably hot in fact asDosia’s voice climbed and grew more fiery, trembling with the depth of Legion, “After500 years of existence, is something as simple as putting on a condom really thehardest thing you’ve ever had to do? Would you like me to explain it to you,for crying out loud? Here, so don’t open the damn thing with your teeth andthen take it between your thumb and forefinger…”

Even Eliza could hearit as her poor Alex received a sex ed lesson from a demon queen at fullstrength and volume, perching on the bed and watching with a fond, helplessexpression as he winced and held the phone at arm’s length, Dosia’s voice stillringing clear and powerful.

She did her best notto laugh at his misfortune, her hand resting soothingly on her belly where thenewest addition to their family was tucked up safe, the surprisingly tinylittle thing who was causing all this trouble. Usually telling your friends yourfamily was growing by one wasn’t a life-threatening task but their situationwas a pretty rare one, she had to admit.

Maybe rare was evenbeing too generous, unheard of was closer to the mark. Humans and demons didn’treproduce as a rule, let alone two times in as many years. Nor did they worktogether or date or live together or genuinely love each other the way Alex andEliza did, especially after facing everything that stood in the way of theirrelationship, so maybe all in all, having a baby wasn’t actually the weirdestthing they’d ever done?

Either way, a littleuncertainty was something Eliza was well used to.

She wasn’t all thatworried, Dosia had promised she’d just chew her Alex out for a while, leavinghim untouched. And as Eliza thought back to the twenty-six hours it had takento bring their son into the world, she couldn’t help but feel like he deservedto be strung up just a little bit?

She promised himselfshe’d put him back together with hugs and kisses as soon as he was done, gettingto her feet and wandering out of the bedroom, leaving Alex’s very angryeducation to be muffled by the door closing behind her. Shaking her headfondly, she wandered down the hall towards the nursery, the one where littlePhilip slept but would soon be turned around and redone for the new baby.

Philip had taken thenews that he was going to be a big brother very well, better than Alex andEliza could have hoped, especially when they told him that they’d be moving inwith the Burrs (so Eliza could be under their protection while she was in hervulnerable condition) which of course meant being even closer to his bestfriend in the whole world, little Theo.

He swallowed all thatchange and disruption with nothing but enthusiasm and yet the prospect ofgiving up his room for the new baby was what had shaken him to his little three-year-oldcore. So, Eliza wasn’t all that surprised when she found him sat ratherforlornly on the nursery carpet, like he was making the most of every secondthe room was still his, idly hugging his toy giraffe.

“Hello there, littleman,” she smiled, sinking onto the floor next to him, wondering how much longerit would be before her pregnancy made such simple movements impossible, “Youlook thoughtful.”

“Thinkin’,” Pipconfirmed, nodding so hard his mop of curls bounced.

Eliza stroked herlong fingers through his hair. Looking at little Pip as he was now, you’d neverbe able to tell what he was or, rather, what half of him was. Sometimes shefound herself unconsciously studying him, how he interacted with the othertoddlers they encountered at the park, looking for any signs or little ticsthat might put her precious baby in danger. Most of her nightmares these daysplayed out the things she couldn’t let herself even consider in daylight,namely what might happen if people knew the truth about her son. People meaningjust about anyone, more vitriolic hunters, demons looking to get one over onher boyfriend, even just ignorant humans doing their usual hideous thing withthings they didn’t understand. From her world, from Alex’s world, Eliza strivedto make sure her little lion cub had no idea of the myriad of dangersurrounding him from all sides.

She didn’t think thenightmares were going to get any easier, though, as her second baby grew.

“What are youthinking about, love?” she murmured, trying to shake those thoughts out of hermind.

Pip wrinkled hisnose, scrunching up his smattering of freckles, “Um…dunno?”

Eliza chuckledgently, “That’s okay…are you maybe thinking about what Pops told you yesterday?About the new baby?”

His sweet little heartshaped face flushed a bright pink as he admitted, “Maybe.”

She’d expected asmuch, gently lifting her son into her lap, holding him as close as she couldwhich never really seemed to be enough. As she did, she guided his pudgy littlestarfish hands down to her lower stomach, not for any particular reason, justthinking that the action seemed to soothe Alex and maybe it would work forPhilip too? But it turned out to be a very good unconsciously made decision.

As soon as his palmstouched down on his mother’s skin, Pip’s already large eyes widened even more,his mouth opening in a little O of surprise.

“Mama!” he whisperedreverently, “There they are!”

“Oh?” Eliza blinked,charmed by the expression of bewildered excitement on his face.

“Can feel them!” Pipwas practically vibrating with excitement, the demon side of his genes showingthrough in the restless energy that visibly buzzed through him, “Can feel them glowing!”

Of course. Alex couldpick up on the baby’s energy as they grew in her womb, from the way it wasentangled with his own, a part of him as much as it was a part of her. Whycouldn’t Pip do the same?

“Can you really?” Elizagrinned, with only a little touch of jealously. Why did she have to wait untilthat first kick when it was her body the baby was inside? Stupid demon powers…

“Uh huh!” Pip beamedback at her, the gaps showing in his teeth, “They’re green! Nice green, greenlike grass and flowers and…and frogs!”

Eliza snorted withlaughter at that, cupping Philip’s face lovingly in her hands, running herthumbs over his soft cheeks, “That sounds very lovely, little man.”

“I swear, if you puther life on the line just because you can’t keep it in your pants one more time, Hamilton, you lose yourdick privileges, do I make myself clear?” Dosia snarled down the line, probablycausing some of the wires and transistors along the way to burst into flames.

“I wouldn’t go thatfar!” Alex yelped defensively, his nature getting the better of him, “She’llhave you and Maria like last time, I don’t think her life’s in dangernecessarily…”

He realised immediatelythat this was the wrong thing to say as a horrible silence, somehow worse thanher words, filled the space between them, stretching out until he was beggingfor her to start yelling at him again.

“Uh…Dosia?” heventured in a mouse-small voice, wondering if she actually had fried theconnection.

“Alexander,” came theicy reply, “Have you ever had to carry a ten-pound weight in your stomach andthen push it out of, in your case, your ass? Because if you have a burningdesire to do so, I do have that power you realise and am perfectly happy tooblige you from this distance…”

The rumble in Alex’sstomach at that point was most likely a complete coincidence, the effect of thesoda he drank earlier (he wasn’t one for moderation) or something elsecompletely unrelated to Dosia’s threat but it still struck terror into him.

“No, no, no!” he gavea little scream, gripping the side table, “No thank you, your majesty, allpowerful and merciful queen of the underworld, I feel like I can empathise withmy girlfriend sufficiently without that, thank you and also I kind of want toactually live to meet my child?”

Dosia made a derisivenoise but thankfully, nothing happened to Alex.

“Listen, I’m nothappy about the fact that Eliza has to go through that mess again,” he groaned,running his hand through his hair, “But she wants to do this and I respectthat. For the whole nine months, I swear, I’ll be right by her side and doevery single thing I possibly can to make it even a little bit easier on her.And, for your information, I’d be saying that even if you hadn’t yelled at meso…so, yeah.”

Realising he didn’thave a good end to his argument, Alex just kind of trailed off, his hand fallinglimp by his side.

There was anotherharrowing pause before Dosia spat out, “Congratulations,” and slammed the phonedown on him.

That was when Alexdecided to run.

Philip and Eliza werestill sat in wonder as Alex sped into the nursery, skidding to a halt as allhis fear fled and expression softened at the scene in front of him.

“Can feel the baby,Pops!” Pip shrieked delightedly before his father could even open his mouth, “They’rein there!”

Alex chuckled, comingand taking a place by his Betsey so she could lean her head on his shoulder,taking the opportunity to wipe away a few emotional tears as she did. He’dreally hoped his little one would get that particular power of his, the onethat brought him so much peace, to know for sure that his loved ones were closeand safe.

“He’s been telling meall about them,” Eliza explained, smiling tenderly, wrapping her arms aroundAlex’s, “How they’re feeling, what mood they’re in, he can sense all of it.”

“No way!” Alexgrinned, it sounded as if he was even more perceptive than his father, “That’sso cool, you go little buddy!”

Pip flushed withpleasure, demonstrating his power proudly as he carefully examined his mother’sstomach, her shirt pushed up for his hands, “Very green, green and happy. Kindahungry. Lotsa love.”

Eliza gave a gentle,happy little sob into her palm, snuggling close to Alex, “Oh…”

Alex found his girlfriend’shand and squeezed tight, his own voice thick with emotion, “And can you feelhow much they love you, mijo? How much they love their big brother?”

Pip puffed his littlechest out, eyes as bright and human as you could hope, “Yes! Love for me, too.”

Alex smiled, rufflinghis son’s hair. Maybe they didn’t fit into one category or another, maybe theywere breaking a few rules. But it sure as hell felt worth it.

#I love this #demon!alex au #its the best au #thanks for the prompt!#spn au #hamliza #alexander x eliza

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icharchivist · 7 years

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yulma for otp questions ! (yes fresh wound still open, will never close)

OTP Questions!

Send me “OTP + Number(s)” or “OTP+All” if you want me to reply only a few questions or all of them

Oh my god you’re really suffering aren’t you :’D

I’m doing them all since we talked about it in private and... let’s go!

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?

They would both, tbh, especially Alma. I think Kanda would have a better understanding of hoarding money and Alma would just go “but Yuu I need to buy it for you.” That being said, Kanda does it a lot too so how can he blame Alma.

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?

Alma. Kanda doesn’t often initiate affection, not the way Alma does. Not that Kanda minds tho

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?

..... I don’t trust any of them to be honest. They would probably both do this kind of things and both would have to call each other out.

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?

Kanda has the most trouble sleeping, so Alma is often the one to call him out and tell him to rest. But Kanda would cake up from nightmares eventually, and Alma would always wake up after that to keep him compagny.

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies?

I have this headcanons that Alma is super enthustiast about cooking but often makes a mess, while Kanda just knows how to do the basic necessity (ways too much Sôba, stop him). But when it comes to cookies tbh, Kanda doesn’t like sweets, so I’d see Alma cook them and try to have Kanda taste them - and Kanda would because what wouldn’t he do for Alma.

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”?

Alma is the “that’s us” person. Kanda would grumble “Eh not really” because he’s a grumpy cat.

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?

Alma! Definitly! Although in a “Alma survived AU” I think Alma would probably burn Kanda’s uniform and act like the uniform never existed all by stealing the rest of Kanda’s clothes.

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?”

I think Alma would run everywhere? Like, Alma seems to be the most curious about anything from the outside world, so going outside will take h o u rs and it’ll be so distracting! Kanda has to make tons of reminders.

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

huuuh hard to say. I wouldn’t trust either with a car and I wouldn’t trust either into giving the good directions. They’d be fighting after 5 minutes because “I told you we had to go right!” “I went right, just, not your right!”

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws?

ngl I picture Alma drawing more than Kanda, it would help keep the agressivity in check y’know. Kanda gladly takes the pose, he just do the bare minimum complaining that Alma will tease about later.

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

Huuuh hard to say. Canonically Alma sneaked up into heavy infrastructure much more than Kanda ahah. Kanda would be like “oh time to be sneaky? Okay. I’m gonna destroy this place.”

So I’d say, Alma would be the one to be sneaky. But Kanda wouldn’t be eating a bag of chips, he would look at the whole thing and think “It would have gone quicker if you let me destroy it.”

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking?

In canon they both have the regenerative ability to not get a hangover, even if it’s failing lately for Kanda. So in the end, Kanda would probably be the one overdoing it and Alma having to keep him cool ahah

13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

Both, but especially Alma. Alma would always find a reason to give a gift - like there will be a picnic planned or something like that. Although, I love to think that since Alma loves the little things, Everytime Kanda would go outside he’d find something really silly like, a rock or a seashell and brings it back to Alma because he knows Alma likes this kind of stuff and it’s always nice to see Alma smiles.

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own?

That’s kinda the tricky one since in canon their last name only happened later and they didn’t have any for a while (Alma became Alma Karma because of what happened to the Asian Branche, Kanda started using Kanda as a way to sneak from the Order when he was with Tiedoll and distance himself from the trauma linked to his name imo, which is why he reacts this badly at being called “Yuu” since only Alma and his abusers called him this way)

So taking that into account, I think Alma would hate the name “Karma” for a while because of how it’s associated to such horrible things. “Kanda” became a comforting name though, so eventually Alma would probably ending up picking it up.

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside?

Kanda screams about the spiders and tries to kill it - Alma tries to bring it outside safely.

16: Which one gives the other their jacket?

Huuuh both? Both. Honestly they’d probably both fight because “keep the goddamn jacket you’re the one who’s cold”

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling?

Well Alma only have Kanda, while Kanda has the Order, so... I think so, in Kanda’s side, Lenalee would probably expect the both of them to be the bigger person, and she will always hear both of them all the time to know who to lecture. Komui basically saw Kanda grew up, and I wouldn’t be surprised he’d be lowkey protective at time. Tiedoll would be a total mess and wouldn’t be overprotective, he’d be mostly crying on how his son is now a grown up. But let’s be real he has adopted Alma as soon as they met ahah. Marie is always extremely gentle with Alma, and would most likely lecture Kanda instead of lecturing Alma.

The thing is that honestly? Allen would be the one to start threatening Kanda as a protector of Alma. It would drive Kanda nuts because he’s half convinced Allen just takes Alma’s side to go against Kanda ahah.

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?

To their face? Huuh hard to say. In canon it had been such a mess for them to tell each other their feelings, so it’s a mess to think about how a proper declaration would come. I think eventually, in a normal setting, Alma would have more chance to remind Kanda all the time of how he feels for him and it’d take some time for Kanda to declare it back.

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting?

They probably would be okay? In their past lives, they wanted children. But after all they’ve been through on the canon timeline, I think that they wouldn’t even think about it. Even in an au where they have no problem and all, I don’t exactly see them raising kids, at least not in the setting of a holy war. In a modern au, eventually, but it’d take them more maturity and it’s a little hard to picture when their lives had been shapped by the war so far.

While Kanda would be a grumpy dad, I think he’d be really sweet if not awkward with his children. Alma would always be very sweet I think.

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

Hard to say? I think Kanda writes well, but not perfectly, he often uses words to rudely and doesn’t care much. Alma would probably try harder with grammar.

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?

.... well in canon, it’s Kanda who gets attacked and Alma who gets to protect him. And honestly I think that’s how it’d go generally. Kanda is always up to pick up a fight, but Alma doesn’t really let people bully them. But if Kanda gets lowkey attacked? Alma would unleash hell. Fear Alma.

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?

Alma makes the bad puns, Kanda would be pained. in an “Alma survives” Au you can’t tell me Allen and Lavi wouldn’t team up to teach Alma new puns to use against a very grumpy Kanda.

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?

It’s canon that it’s Kanda who loves dog ways too much, so honestly, I think one day Kanda will come back home with three puppies and be all “I didn’t bring them here” while he totally did. Alma rolls with it tho, it’s cute.

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

Both, but Alma does it more often. when Kanda pushes his limits, he pushes them ways too far so Alma would probably have to look out for him. ... also if Alma ends up too tired, Kanda would probably carry them bridelike style *coughs* like in canon *coughs*

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

Mostly, Alma cheers on everything Kanda does- it annoyed Kanda a lot when they were younger, but now he just like it and only pretend he doesn’t. When Alma does stuff, Kanda often sneaks cheers, but they are far less loud than Alma’s. But every words Kanda would say would cheer up Alma tbh.

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?

Alma. Definitly Alma. In a more modern AU you can’t tell me Alma wouldn’t be obsessed with taking pictures of everything, especially of Kanda.

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked?

I don’t think Kanda would want one, Kanda would let Alma bread his hair though, but that’s the further he’ll allow. Maybe Alma would ask for a makeover and Kanda would help with whatever Alma wants.

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?

Kanda sticks to cute doggos - Alma comes back home with huge spiders and say its their friend and Kanda would not be pleased. I mean. He’d let Alma do anything but why this

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

Huuuh I don’t see one doing it more than the other. Eventually Alma I think?

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures?

I’m still holding to my headcanon that Alma always wanted to see the world, so they’ll visit any places Alma wants to visit. Alma would take all of the pictures. It makes Kanda happy to see Alma that happy though. They deserved a break and be happy, didn’t they?

Here you go ❤ Thanks Sweetie!!

#ichashipping yulma #what a list! i hope you like it!#ichafantalks dgm #game reply #ou no tame #ichareply

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ohbloggerimagines · 7 years

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I just found your blog! Great job on your fics!! Would you mind doing a thing with either Soldier 76 or McCree with this prompt: “This is what I was trying to avoid! All of this!” I got it from one of the posts you reblogged :)

How about both?

(Sorry these are so bad lmao I’m getting back into writing. The Jesse one went a different way than I wanted so if you’d like a rewrite just let me know!! I tried not to make them too similar ahh)

Soldier:76:

His heart pounded, hands gripping his gun for dear life. He saw other team mates; Ana, Reinhardt, Torbjorn, Tracer, D.va, people he recognized. Saw other defense forces trying to fight, trying to push back against Talon. But he didn’t see you.

Occasionally, your voice would shout over the earpiece, But it sounded distant, like you weren’t close by.

You weren’t.

Armed with two semi-automatic handguns, and a backup knife, you somehow found yourself in the thick of the battle, even though Jack specifically told you to stay close by. Because of your smaller weaponry, your armor was laid on heavy. It didn’t slow you down too much, but it certainly didn’t help. It was flexible enough to move with you, thankfully.

“Y/n!” You heard over the comm, the voice belonging to Lena Oxton, or Tracer. “Where are you?!” She shouted, and you’d occasionally spot her blue blur speed past in the distance. “I’m farther off than you guys, but don’t worry, I’m fi-”

With expert accuracy, a Talon agent managed to shatter your comm link, cutting you off from the rest of the group, singling you out.

The static rang through everyone’s ears, sending concern through them. “Lena!” Jack yelled, concern laced in his voice. “Go, find Y/n! Leave the fighting to us!”

Tracer didn’t say anything, but she darted off into the group of Talon agents, blinking here and there.

You, on the other and, were surrounded. You looked side to side, agents at your right and left. Behind and before you, agents. You gritted your teeth, and stood your ground. You scanned the area, and spotted a beaten down shed. If you could get in there, you may have a chance to just stay put and wait. You mentally prepared, and with a leap of faith, backflipped, landing on the shoulders of a Talon agent, hitting them direct in the skull, an instant kill. You landed on the ground and booked it the words of “Stop them!” Came from behind, but you kept going.

The shed got closer, closer, so close..-

And then your feet got swept out from below you, and you went flying forward, guns knocked from your hands, and you skidded across the dirt.

A heavy boot slammed onto your side, causing you to lose your breath.

“Well well, If it isn’t Jack’s newest sidekick..” a low, sickly voice spat, and you looked up to see the white owl mask staring down at you.

“Ga..- Reaper..” You choked out, looking at him. Struggling to get up only caused his boot to push down against you harder.

In the distance you heard Jack, “Y/n! Y/n!!” His voice desperate.

Reaper chuckled, his right shotgun raising from his side and pointing down at you, “Should I kill you now.. Or keep you alive and watch Jack suffer from your disappearance?” He cooed, grinding his boot into your side, causing you to yell, and grab his boot, trying to get it off.

“Let me go!” You tried not to sound like you were pleading, but you were.

Your guns were gone, and your knife was in your own boot, and if you made a move for it, you’d be shot dead.

But then you remembered the flare tucked nicely under your belt. You wanted to glance down and make sure it was still there, But you knew Reaper would follow your eyes.

“…And he won’t miss you, like he didn’t miss me.” You spaced out, missing the entire speal Reaper made. “Yes, he will!” You shouted, and without thinking, you rolled to the other side, grabbed your flare, and shot it into the sky, your individual color blinking bright.

You felt the barrel of the gun against your chest, and Reaper pulled the trigger, and you felt the pellets embed into your chest, thankfully your armor slowed it, but it still penetrated, and it hurt like a bitch. Letting out a blood curdling scream, you clutched your chest, and heard Reaper chuckle lowly.

As an added “Fuck you.” Reaper shot your leg, making sure you weren’t getting up, before fading off into the battle field.

Ana saw it first, the flare catching her eye the moment it went up. “Jack!” She yelled, and pointed up, and he followed her finger. “Shit..” He lowly let out, before bull headedly running into the thick of the battle, shooting down Talon agent after Talon agent.

“Tactical Visor: Activated!” He shouted, mowing them down faster now, eventually making his way to you.

His knees got weak, his stomach twisted. “Y/n..” He whispered, rushing to your side and slamming down a biotic field, desperately trying to heal you as much as he could.

Your breathing was shallow, and he picked you up in his arms.

“Dammit, Y/n.. You should have stayed back with us!” “Jack.. I’m sorry..-” You shuddered out, gently gripping his jacket. “Sorry?! You disobeyed strict orders, and could have gotten killed.. This.. This is what I was trying to avoid! All of this!” He shouted at you, and you could see Jack’s visor get slightly foggy. Was he.. Crying..?

“Jack! Y/n!” Reinhardt, followed by Ana, D.va, and the rest of the crew rushed over, leaving the last of the Talon agents to the military crew. Jack looked back, out to the army, and above them all, standing on the rooftops, Reaper stared down at him. He throw his shotguns onto the ground, and like a ghost, disappeared.

If only he had tried to save him in time.. Maybe he could’ve saved Y/n, as well.

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McCree:

Jesse constantly had your back, joking and making you laugh, cheering you up when you were down, and you did the same for him. He gruff exterior, for a while, matched the interior, until you came along and lit up his world.

You weren’t an agent of Overwatch, but you were with Jesse so much, you might as well been labeled as one. You knew everyone’s name, and their stories. But, before they had to disband, you knew of them already, and had to keep yourself from internally freaking out when you first met them all.

Jesse had your back and calmed you down.

But when you stopped answering his calls and texts, he began to worry. But not too much, he figured you were busy.

But days, weeks, passed and you didn’t answer his calls, didn’t answer the door. His obvious annoyance and worry was apparent and everyone at the base knew. Angela, fed up with his moping, confronted him.

“Jesse, Whats wrong?” “Y/n.. They haven’t been answering my calls.. Or messages.. They’re never home, either.” Jesse sighed, slumping into the cold metal chair he sat in. “Oh, Jesse,” Angela sighed, “They’re probably just busy. Jobs, family.. Life. You know how it is.” Angela was right, but, something was still off. “I know but.. This isn’t like them, to just cut me off like this..”

And he was right, it wasn’t like you at all. You loved Jesse dearly, so when someone arrived at your doorstep to inform you he had been in an accident, you of course followed them. You trusted them of course, who else would know if Jesse was injured outside of Overwatch. So you assumed these people were on their side.

Oh how wrong you were.

As soon as the door of the car shut, you felt the bad vibes. “W-Wait, I um, left something in my house.. For Jesse. Can I g-” “Sorry, Ma’am. We have to go.” The doors were locked, and the windows refused to break.

On the back of the front seat headrest, the Talon insignia was stitched in. You had only see it a few times, but Jesse, and the rest of the Overwatch agents made it very clear that if you saw it, run. Run as fast as you can.

They told you what happened to Amelie and Gabriel, and they.. Talon, was responsible.

Your heart was beating in your chest, and you watched houses whiz past, going deep into the city.

Your phone rang, and you pulled it out, Jesse McCree lit up the screen and you almost.. Almost answered but it was swiped from your grasp, had the call declined, and the phone turned off.

You had hoped Jesse could track your phone, but with it off, it would be no use.

So you sat scared, dreading what would happen next. You feared the unknown.

You sat looking down at your twiddling fingers, not glancing up.

But when you did you looked down the barrel of a gun, and your face went pale.

It lowered, pointing at your arm, and was shot. Not a bullet.. But a dart. And you were out cold.

Knocking you out kept Talon’s base a secret, and you wouldn’t struggle.

You were out cold enough, numb enough to not feel the needle sharp drills into your skull, practically turning your brain to mush, scrambling, but not erasing, your past memories.

You awoke in a new place.. But you somehow knew where you were.

“Ah, Y/n. So glad you’re awake!” You looked down, body covered in silk sheets, on top of a soft bed. “How long was I asleep?” “Oh, only a few hours.”

You nodded, seeming to believe them.

“Come, it’s time for training.” And like that, you got out of bed, grabbed your two semi-automatic pistols, and were out the door.. Walking a hall you didn’t know.. But you knew. And turned into the training room. You, as if by instinct, went to the target and with amazing accuracy shot and never missed.

You were Talon’s newest weapon.. And you had no idea.

“Now Y/n, We need you to bring us someone. McCree, Jesse. He’s a pain, needs to be taken down. Don’t kill him, but bring him back however you need to.”

And you were suited in a civilian like outfit, but it still protected you. You wondered why you needed to look like this, but they wouldn’t tell you, and simply gave you coordinates of his general area.

Talon agents dropped you away from the base, to the city, and you wandered around until you were smack in the middle of where the directions led you.

To your left, a small, homey cafe. To your right, a rustic bar. Being who you were, you chose the bar, and walked inside like you owned the place.

And there he sat, cigar in his mouth and whiskey in his hand, solemn faced and quiet. The door shut and the hinges clicked, and he glanced over, nearly dropping his glass.

“Y/n?” Jesse whispered, almost inaudible over the bar scene. You narrowed your eyes, wondering how he knew your name.

You sat a stool away from him, and he jumped next to you. “Darlin’, where have you been? I’ve been worried sick! You look good, but, how come you’ve been ignoring me? I haven’t angered you, have I?”

“No, Jesse, of course not.” You spoke, not sure what to say.

Talon didn’t tell you that you knew this guy, and how close you apparently were.

“God, I’ve missed you! Everyone else has as well. We need to be gettin’ back to the-” You shushed him, “Then lets.” You stood and walked out the door, and he came quickly after, and you grabbed him by the serape and pulled him into a dark alley.

“Ooh, Darlin’ what’re we doing here?” He wiggled his eyes and you slapped him across the face. “Don’t be ridiculous.” You hissed, and he was taken back. “Y/n..?”

You took out one of your pistols, as your other hand still held him.

“Don’t try to get away and we won’t have trouble.” You pointed the gun at him, and he looked worried.

But then his eyes looked to your other gun, latched to your side, and he saw it.

The Talon insignia.

“Oh.. Oh no, Y/n.. Please be tellin’ me this is a joke!” He cried out, trying to move away but you forced the gun against his head.

“There are no jokes.”

“No no.. Not you too.. This is what I was trying to avoid.. All of this..!” Jesse choked out, his eyes watering. He wanted to be let go, but he couldn’t fight back, no, not against you. He couldn’t hurt you.

You couldn’t shoot him, he needed to be brought alive, but his babbling would grab attention.

Latching your gun to your side you raised a fist, and his eyes widened.

“Y/n, please- Think about thi-”

Your fist struck his head, and he was out cold.

You felt little to nothing.. But the way he looked at you with those crying, deep brown eyes.. Struck something within you.

But you pushed your emotions down.

You had a mission, and you would not fail Talon.

#Jesse mccree #soldier:76 #jack Morrison #overwatch #overwatch imagines #Jesse mccree x reader #jack Morrison x reader

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evilkitten3 · 7 years

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I'll be greedy and say rivalshipping, devotionshipping (I think I haven't seen you write/post about the last... so leave that out if you don't ship them :-) for all of the OTP questions.

Fair enough. XD I’m not a huge Devotionshipping fan, but it’s still cute.

Rivalshipping (Mutou Yuugi x Kaiba Seto) & Devotionshipping (Jounouchi Katsuya x Mazaki Anzu)

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?

Nobody. Yuugi and Anzu are smarter than that, Kaiba’s a businessman, and Jounouchi doesn’t have any money.

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?

Yuugi falls asleep on Kaiba and Jounouchi takes naps on Anzu.

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?

Yuugi and Kaiba just wear what they always wear, so it’s mostly Anzu yelling at Jounouchi (he never does the same because oh my god musCLES)

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?

Yuugi teams up with Mokuba to get Kaiba to go the fuck to sleep. Sometimes they even pull it off. Both Jounouchi and Anzu are pretty good about it, though.

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies?

Actually, Yuugi is the only one that can’t really cook. Kaiba learned how because of trust issues after he was adopted, Jounouchi usually has to make dinner since his dad… isn’t good about that, and Anzu worked in a restaurant so she knows her way around a kitchen. Ironically, Yuugi is the only one with any idea how to bake.

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”?

Jounouchi. For everyone, not just him and Anzu. Including people who aren’t dating. “Hey, Honda, this one reminds me of you and Anzu!” “…She’s dating you, you idiot.”

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?

Kaiba and Yuugi can’t fit in each other’s clothes, and Jounouchi is too tall for Anzu’s, so mostly Anzu wears Jounouchi’s clothes (mostly she’ll just borrow a t-shirt after a work out or something).

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?”

Jounouchi runs the errands, Anzu asks if he forgot anything. Kaiba has people to do that for him.

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

The only vehicle Kaiba drives is the Blue-Eyes White Dragon jet, which Yuugi insists is the silliest thing he’s ever seen. Mostly, they get chauffeured. Jounouchi usually takes public transit, so Anzu drives and he gives directions.

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws?

I honestly doubt any of them can draw. XD

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

Anzu backflips because she can. Yuugi and Jounouchi walk in with the chips. Kaiba just hires someone else to do it for him. Actually, he probably hires Anzu.

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking?

Nobody, really. Kaiba sometimes worries that Yuugi’s had too much, since he’s… vertically challenged, but neither of them drink too much. Anzu only sometimes drinks, and Jounouchi avoids alcohol like the plague because… well, y’know.

13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

Yuugi likes to surprise Kaiba, who always points out that he doesn’t have to buy Kaiba freaking Seto anything, but he does it anyway. Jounouchi and Anzu’s “surprises” are mostly just take out. XD

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own?

Neither Yuugi nor Kaiba make this mistake, and Anzu doesn’t either. But Jounouchi once writes down “Mazaki Katsuya” as a joke and realizes he really likes the sound of it.

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside?

Jounouchi screams and Anzu rescues. Yuugi doesn’t mind spiders and Kaiba has “better things to do than acknowledge the presence of inferior beings”.

16: Which one gives the other their jacket?

Yuugi still gives Anzu his jacket, even though they’re not a couple, because he’s polite like that. Kaiba sometimes gives his jacket to Yuugi, but mostly as a blanket. Jounouchi doesn’t share his jacket because he’s embarrassed of how old and worn out it is (Anzu doesn’t mind, though).

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling?

Nobody. Actually, Shizuka and Mokuba generally threatened their brothers, since Mokuba looks up to Yuugi and Shizuka sees Anzu as a sister.

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?

Yuugi, but only once he realizes that Kaiba’s just going to keep challenging him to a Duel while screaming internally. As for Anzu and Jounouchi… neither one really confesses; it just sorta happens.

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting?

Honestly, Kaiba’s too busy to be any kind of parent, and Yuugi doesn’t really want kids. He’s not at all against it, but it’s not like a life goal or something. Jounouchi and Anzu would be great parents, but Jounouchi is really worried that his dad’s parenting would affect his own parenting. They’ve agreed that they’ll probably adopt a kid once Jounouchi’s comfortable with it.

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

Kaiba types like he’s someone’s granddad, Anzu just makes sure to use proper punctuation, Jounouchi does whatever the hell he wants, and Yuugi is the King of Emojis. XD

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?

Yuugi and Kaiba are both famous, so they’ve got bodyguards. Jounouchi’s ex-gang knows better than to start shit with him. Anyone who goes after Anzu regrets it because that girl can kick your ass seven ways to Sunday.

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?

Yuugi and Jounouchi love puns. Kaiba just sighs and Anzu rolls her eyes, but both of them smile sometimes.

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?

Kaiba. Because Yuugi’s the only one with the time, energy, and money to spend on a puppy.

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

Both Anzu and Jounouchi have given Yuugi piggyback rides. Kaiba gives him jet rides. Neither Anzu nor Jounouchi pick each other up all that often.

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

Anzu is the GOD of cheering. Kaiba’s version of encouragement is less “cheering” and more “weird mix of compliments and insults”. Jounouchi nd Yuugi both cheer too, though.

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?

Yuugi takes one of Kaiba because it’s adorable (and because he’s finally asleep thank fuck) and Anzu and Jounouchi take pictures of each other.

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked?

I… honestly can’t see any of them doing this.

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?

Jounouchi, Anzu, and Yuugi have no pets. And Kaiba has no fears aside from something happening to Mokuba, losing at Duel Monsters to anyone but Yuugi, losing at Duel Monsters to Yuugi, and a pissed-off Mazaki Anzu (Yuugi came to her house crying after Kaiba said something insensitive without realizing it, and oh boy did she blow a fuse).

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

Kaiba, although it’s hard to find a way to get both him and Yuugi under the same umbrella. Anzu and Jounouchi usually just hold their bags over their heads and book it.

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures?

They’d go to Egypt. You know why, you know where. It would be sad for everyone, but also happy, in a strange way. Mokuba takes pictures of Yuugi and Kaiba (not that Kaiba is aware of this), and Anzu and Jounouchi take their own pictures.

#yu-gi-oh!#rivalshipping #devotionshipping

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shipsbcshesdiabetic · 5 years

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Chapter 27

Tuesday, June First, Two Thousand Seventeen, 6:30 pm- Penegar Street

I’m naked. Piss is running down both my legs. My lungs are on fire. The heavy cigarette smoke smell coming from the distance is ruining my dry throat and burning chest further, doing absolutely nothing to help me run faster. I twist my head almost completely around, still running, looking just to make absolute sure that the pastor’s not behind me. He caught me in bed with his daughter, and I’m entirely certain that he’s still after me with a loaded gun. I leap across the road as a car angrily honks its horn at me, one hand securely holding my boobs, and the other gripping an old, rain-soaked newspaper that fails to cover my ass.

My left leg shoots out, catching me before I fall after tripping on an old plastic bottle. Endorphins spread out from thin air into my arms and legs, giving me just enough fuel to go. The drug turns into twinkling stars in my stomach, all shining for the world to see. This rush of energy makes me hyper-aware of myself. Luminous, glossy eyes appear everywhere, clogging the air, and popping up on store fronts, and growing out of the ground, driving around in cars, spreading and dividing until the world is nothing but all eyes, all-seeing and all-knowing and all-judging. The insanity of it hits me square in the face, and my lungs knot themselves into a tight, pretty red bow. I make a bee-line for a bush, get on all fours, and throw up like I never have before. I mentally slap myself and get up again.

My thoughts are one jolt of carnal fear after another, blending together in waves of hot fury. I’m sweating so hard that I’m running on water. I’ve never been this fast on my feet. Everything is fast. I am Fast. My intestines are doing backflips. My stomach is furiously wringing itself out. My kidneys are doing the tango. My blood cells are driving racecars, speeding to the finish line and back again, crashing against the walls of my arteries in painful red hot waves. The word HIDE blinks over and over in my head, as if I’ll suddenly teleport myself to the nearest dark hole if only I felt it enough. I don’t know what’s going to happen if the wrong person sees me. I’ll likely end up in an orange jumpsuit picking up garbage from the side of the streets like those prisoners I passed earlier. Trash pick-up is what I’m praying for, but given the punishments here are intense, I’ll probably fare a much worse fate. I can already read the headlines.

Crazy Faggot Teenager Arrested; to be Sentenced to Death by Electric Chair

I crawl behind a trashcan at the local gas station convenience store I came across, sandwiching myself between the can and the cream colored wall, like a roach hiding from a broom. I feel like a prey animal, like a savage, rabid dog someone has to put down. I quickly look to either side to make sure no one is in sight. No one is. I sit there for a minute, apprehensively watching and listening for someone, anyone, any threat, as I try some calming breathing exercises in order to scrape an intelligent idea together. I hear a door shut around the corner of the building. I quietly shift around the trashcan, losing my mind because I’m not entirely sure of what my next move should be.

My heightened senses are snaring every little detail and not letting any of them loose. All the dull colors are popping out of the dead muddy grass and the stark grey road and the black and brown and deep blue vehicles and the white smoke cloud coming from a girl’s mouth, all screaming with a boring intensity. I smell gasoline and forgotten sticky, sickly sweet Strawberry Freezes and the expired hotdogs that all contribute to a general sort of gas station stench. Car tires press up against the gravel, cracking my ears open. My mouth is drier than all the dry things in the realm of dryness, my throat filling with phlegm that I can’t swallow because I’m still breathing too hard. My feet are burning. My legs are burning. My face is burning. Being set on fire might actually cool me down. All of a sudden, every muscle and tendon grows sore in a way that makes it nearly impossible to believe that I was in the world’s softest bed a mere five minutes ago.

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THREE HOURS AGO

I ring the doorbell and immediately take a step back, as if a snake would get me if I didn’t. The air seems to grab for my throat, and I force myself to sharply inhale to rid myself of the feeling. I wait two seconds, three seconds, five seconds, fifteen seconds, and she’s still not at the door. I begin to sweat and question everything and grow evermore paranoid. Even the potted plants on the deck seem to mock and judge me, as if they can read my mind and see how scared I am. My face burns and I start to slowly turn around to leave. Maybe one day I’ll stop being a massive pussy, but today just isn’t that day.

The door pops open. “Hey,” she says with a gentle smile in her voice.

I turn around to look at her. “Hey.”

She opens her arms up for a hug, and I go for it. The air in my lungs is replaced with cotton candy. The knots in my throat unwind into threads and travel into my heart, forming an array of string instruments. Even though the hug only lasts a second, the strings are able to belt out an entire symphony that only she and I can hear. It’s a song with a bridge that leads us to the unknown. I melt. I follow her inside, wondering why I was ever nervous at all, and why I still am.

“Sit down,” she says, pointing at the red couch. “Make yourself at home. You look terrified, by the way.”

“I kind of am,” I admit, unable to lie to her. “I’ve never been to your house before, and I probably look like shit because I walked here, and I’m just gross in general…”

She sits next to me and puts her hand on my hand, looking into my eyes. “There’s nothing you ever have to be scared of or self-conscious about when you’re with me.”

I smile and release my death grip on the couch cushions ever so slightly.

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A white car catches my attention, shocking me back to life. It’s on the main road, slowing down, down, down. Its turn signal shoots through my pupils as it turns and faces me. In a flash of improvisation, I remove the trash’s lid, shield my body from the world with it, and jump on in. A sharp pain rushes through the side of my foot. Forcing myself to not cry out, I pick up the injured foot with both hands to find a long, bloody gash. Before I can determine whether or not it’s bleeding too much, my other foot weakens and gives way, causing me to plummet deeper into the garbage, my legs flailing up in the air. The force of the drop causes a sharp straw to shoot halfway up my asshole. I scream and jerk myself back into position, scrambling to get the lid resting against the trashcan. I put it back on, desperately holding it down, desperately shutting everything out.

I allow myself to silently cry for five minutes.

Old, flat orange soda crashes into my open mouth, in my eyes, and all over my face, stomach, and thighs, immediately washing away my tears and all other evidence of grief. I gasp and wipe my eyes, my mouth open in shock. I angrily grab the offending cup and throw it back out of the trashcan without thinking. I hear the flip-flops go from clapping farther away to clapping toward me again. I make myself go limp in an attempt to compact myself a little more. The woman throws the cup back at me again, her chins wobbling from the force of moving her arm. I don’t think she saw me. Either that or she doesn’t mind that there is, to her knowledge, a possibly dead, naked body chilling in the trash. I often think that no one in this town thinks about anything but themselves. I also think that this is often for the best.

I survey the area, trying to get a better idea of what I’m facing. I’m thinking about planning about my escape more than actually planning it. There’s some kind of blockage in my thoughts. I spot a truck in the very corner of my vision that looks a lot like my friend’s truck. Feeling a little more daring, I peer out of the opening and look to my right, where I saw someone else smoking before. My stomach receives a rush of relief when I see her, and I know I’m saved.

I have to stop myself from calling out her name. She begins walking toward the entrance to the door by my trashcan and stops. Kirsten takes the burnt-out cigarette out of her mouth and stares at it. She looks like she’s about to throw it on the ground, but she stops and looks in my general direction. I crouch down as far as I can, my movements disrupting the old food and wafting the stench up into my nostrils, forcing my last remaining brain cells to commit suicide. When she puts it in the ash tray resting on the lid above my head, I tell myself that it’s now or never, and I grab her arm.

Kirsten doesn’t even blink, much less scream, or even make it known at all that she registered what happened. She just looks at me blankly with a far-away look in her eyes, like she’s used to naked trash whores grabbing her every other day. Her forehead wrinkles and her eyebrows stitch together tightly, as if she’s just coming to terms with it. Her mouth opens halfway in disgust. It takes her vocal chords a second to catch up with her.

“Lily?”

“I desperately need your help, Kirsten,” I plead.

“How did you- Why are you- What the hell…?”

“I’m sorry, I swear I’ll tell you later, but I need you to help me right now.”

“How?”

“I need clothes, and I need to stay out of sight. I might also be bleeding, but I’m not sure. I have no idea of how to do this, or what I should do. We just need to be fast, whatever we do, just in case someone called the police.”

She curses at me under her breath, putting her hands on her knees. “Christ, Lily. Out of all the retarded situations you’ve gotten yourself into, this is the clear winner. I’ll help you, but you owe me, big-time. I’ll pull my truck up to you and you can get in and then I’ll figure out what to do from there.”

I wait for her to roll up to me as I try and listen for sirens in the distance. There are none. No one saw, or no one cared. I hear the door pop open a few feet from my ears, and I peek out, spotting the open driver’s side door through the passenger’s side window. I watch the faint image of it swing shut. The breath catches in my lungs. Kirsten’s boots crunch toward me and then stop abruptly. My eyes are level with her torso. She crouches down to my level, looking in, getting right in my face.

“The fuck are you waiting for?”

“I’m scared to go out.”

“I’m really sorry,” she begins sarcastically, “but you have to. I have places to be. If you don’t get out of there in the next thirty seconds, I’m getting back in and leaving you to rot here.”

“No! I’m getting out now. I swear.” I can’t force myself to stand. She gives me a stink-eye.

“Thirty… twenty-nine… twenty-eight…” She counts loudly.

I take a deep breath and lift the lid, standing. I somehow hoist myself up and over the edge, nearly giving myself a wedgie with the rim. The sudden burst of harsh sunlight catches me off guard, but I’m able to adjust quickly enough. I frantically try the door handle, but it’s locked.

“It’s locked!” I shout in a constrained whisper, my voice giving out halfway through.

“I unlocked it. You’re just weak.” She tries it herself, pulling on it as hard as she can, but it doesn’t open. She swears under her breath again. I crouch down to at least hide a little more as she circles around the truck. The other door opens with ease. “You’re going to have to get in from here,” she calls from the other side.

“But… on that side there’s people filling gas, and the main road… no. Are you absolutely sure that this door isn’t locked?”

“I’m sure. Don’t be such a pussy. Get over here, or I promise I’ll leave.”

I know she’s not joking, so I run over and jump through the open door. I crawl into the other seat and sit down. I finally begin to calm down just a little. Kirsten gets in and shuts the door. She looks out her side window, and I look too. I see the woman that threw in her old soda about ten feet away, holding the hands of her two small children standing to either side of her. They all look like they just saw someone get brutally murdered. Kirsten waves at the family and presses the gas. We both loudly sigh, hers from annoyance and mine from relative relief.

I rest my pounding head on the window, the hum of the tires running wild on the road filling my head and tickling my inner ears. I am safe. I don’t even care about Kirsten or the family that saw me or everyone on the road or Beatrice’s dad or even Beatrice herself. And I love Beatrice more than anything. I can’t properly describe how much I do, so it’s not worth it to even try. Some people are simply too beautiful to put into words.

You can’t cram a person into a series of sentences on a page. Even if those sentences comprise the longest book in the world, even if those sentences were written on a thread of gold that encompassed the globe thousands of times, even if those sentences stretched all the way across the universe and back into my mind. Ink and paper has nothing on the complexities of a living soul. Words immortalize vague lies. Her essence can only be properly encased within a feeling I can’t understand. And not even that captures everything about her. And I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I don’t care about even her at the moment.

An odd feeling washes over me. I feel like I could sit here all day, every day, for the rest of my life, letting the truck shake and mix my brain cells until they turn to mush, allowing me to die and rot away in the seat. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to leave. And I think I need to throw up again.

Kirsten pulls into what must be her driveway. A jarring bump from the gravel drive forces my head to bounce up and smack back down onto the door. I sit up and rub the side of my head, grimacing. Kirsten walks up and opens the front door and calls for her mom, then motions for me to come inside when she receives no response. I push on my door, praying that it opens. I’m pleasantly surprised when it opens with ease, as if someone buttered it. I shamelessly get out, walking calmly but quickly to get inside.

The first thing I notice is the mess. Empty cigarette packs littering the floor and the table, unidentifiable stains on the near-white carpet, binders and old papers scattered along the wall, food wrappers and random garbage covering the black couch, and worn clothes strewn all over the floor.

She notices the look on my face. “I haven’t felt like cleaning much in a while.” She walks in front of me and ushers me through the kitchen to her bedroom. She flicks on the lights. It’s even worse in here, as if she tried to make a mess. Other than that, it looks exactly like what I expected it to: a room that belongs to the owner of a struggling Hot Topic store. Black walls, black bedsheets and pillows, posters of her favorite bands crowded together on the ceiling, black and purple and gray chokers resting on a hook, bottles of nail polish of the same colors, and a full-length mirror. I walk over to it.

I’m covered head to toe in a layer of dust, like I haven’t seen water in a good long while. My hair is crazy and matted. The front half of it is drenched from the soda. There’s mustard on my right leg, and barbecue sauce on my left. Some kind of milkshake residue has dried and fused to my arm in such a way that makes it uncomfortable to twist it. I look and feel disgusting.

“Hey,” Kirsten says, closing her closet door. “I found some clothes for you.” She holds up an ugly yellow shirt, white shorts, and underwear. She throws them at me, but I’m not able to catch them. I bend down and pick them up. Dizzy from the sudden movement, I follow her out while trying not to trip on anything. She grabs a towel from the bathroom before exiting out the back door. I catch up.

She turns on the hose connected to the back of the house, testing the flow with her hand to get it at the right pressure. “It’s going to be a little cold, but you can deal with it. Arms out.”

I put my arms out and close my eyes, preparing for it. Tendons in my stomach twitch. The frigid, powerful water hits the left side of my stomach, sending shockwaves through my nerves, stinging my spine and my feet. “A little cold” was a gross understatement. I shiver uncontrollably as she rinses off my arms and legs. The cut on my foot stings when the water runs over it, but it’s not as seriously injured as I thought if I can walk on it with no problem and everything.

“Turn around.”

I do it, no matter how much I want not to. I jump and kick backwards even though I know what to expect. I cross my arms over my chest to conserve at least some heat. After three minutes of freezing hell, she stops. I breathe out the breath I was holding to keep from shouting.

“Do you feel clean?”

“No,” I grunt, half-alive. “I feel like a cold, stale chip.”

She sighs heavily. “Well, take this towel and once you’re dry enough you can come into the house. I wasn’t able to do much with your hair. You can use my shower to get the rest of the gunk out.”

“Why couldn’t I have used your shower to begin with?”

“Leave me alone. I wasn’t thinking.”

I open the door to the bathroom, and I turn around. Kirsten’s waiting outside of it, looking stunned, like she thinks God will strike her dead where she stands if she dares to enter. Some weird, deep, instinctual fear has overtaken her, as if she saw a portal to her own version of hell.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing.”

I decide that I don’t care enough about her at the moment to ask again. I move aside the plastic curtain and step in. The bottom of the tub is as dry as a bone. I look at Kirsten again, carefully analyzing her, just now noticing how stringy her hair looks. I tell her that maybe I should have sprayed her down. She tells me to shut up and fuck off. I flinch when the cold water hits my shoulder, even though it’s still loads warmer than the hose water. I sigh in pure bliss as the water warms up and envelops me in a feeling of pure “nothing matters, everything is good”.

I run my fingers through my hair, stopping when I hear ripping. I squeeze a dollop of conditioner into my palm and work it over and into my hair. Somehow, the knot stays there, as if my hair was made from tangled earbuds. I turn off the water.

“Kirsten, can you come and help me get this knot out of my hair?”

“I’d rather rip off both my tits than get in that shower with you.”

“What tits?”

She rolls her eyes and leaves. And I don’t care, even though I know I should. She did save my ass and invite me into her home. But nothing matters. Everything is good. I rinse the soap out of my hair, letting the suds run down my skin. After that, I can do nothing but stick my face directly in the stream, not breathing, trying to think of nothing but the feeling of bliss. When it stops working, I feel a stab of underlying embarrassment and pain run through me and I finally turn the water off.

I wrap myself in the towel Kirsten gave me and stand there for a moment, my mind blank. I turn around and notice that the toilet seat is closed, so I decide to sit there for a while. The hot mist clogs my exposed skin. I forget to breathe for a moment. I imagine the sound of water pattering against the shower floor. I shut my eyes tightly. And all of a sudden, I travel back in time a little.

Kirsten presses the gas a little harder than she should, desperate to dump me somewhere and continue on with her life. She’s completely done with me and my shit. I stick my head out the window like a dog, letting the sun-kissed wind dry my hair. I plug my right ear so the wind doesn’t scream at me. The truck swerves, throwing my body against the door. I look out the window and watch the trailer park go by more quickly than it should.

“Why are you driving like you’re getting away from the cops?”

“I just want to get out of here. And I can’t do that if you’re still with me. Where am I dropping you off?”

“Oh. Uh…”

“Your house? I’ll drop you off there. Don’t you live near that power plant or something?”

“I…”

“You what?”

“Never mind. Forget it. Yeah, drop me off at my house. When we get to the power plant I’ll tell you where to go from there.”

“Sorry I’m in a rush. But shit. I have to leave all of this behind, today. I’ll lose my mind if I put it off any longer.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m running away, probably for good. My parents know about it, though. And they’re fine with it. Mostly because they think I’m coming back. And I also think they’re letting me do it because they know I’m going to do it no matter what they do to try and stop me.”

“I thought they were divorced?”

“Yeah.”

I decide to not push it. I’m going to let her tell me whatever she’s willing to tell me. It isn’t often that she tells me anything about her life. I only want to ask what I really absolutely have to know.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to break into NASA, steal a space ship, and immediately launch myself straight into the fucking sun.”

“Oh. Sounds cool. But actually, where are you going?”

She sighs. “I don’t know. Just not here.”

“Why are you running away from home?”

“I’m not running away from home. I’m running away from… life. This town. The people here. Our retarded school. Memories all the drugs in the world couldn’t remove.”

“Your sister?” I say quietly, trying not to make her angry with me.

“Yeah,” she answers, as if I just asked her if the sky is blue. “But it’s not just her death, really. It’s what she left behind. She wrote down everything. Absolutely everything, and it was nothing at the same time. And I found it, and I read it all in one night.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

She doesn’t answer my question. Nonetheless, she keeps talking, wanting the attention of a human ear despite the fact that I’m me. But I’m all she has at the moment, and she knows it. “I felt like… It was like I was there. In her head. And I have to get out of it somehow. Leaving forever won’t fix everything, but I’m desperate to fix something. I feel so lost. I am alone.”

My soul knots up into a ball of aching compassion, but I don’t know what to say, so I awkwardly pat her on the shoulder.

“Don’t fucking touch me, ever. Especially while I’m driving.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“You know, you remind me of her a little bit, in a strange way.”

“…how so?”

“I get the feeling that neither of you ever really figured out how to handle the world.”

“I can handle the world just fine, thank you very much.”

“Whatever you say,” she says flatly, eyeing me. She sighs. “Before I go, I’m going to a place where I can get something I need. That’s really why I’m in so much of a rush.”

“Where are you going?”

“I can’t tell you. Well, maybe I can actually. Remember when Winston Magnet was in the news for the whole drug thing? Yeah, I’m going to the storage shed right by the gym, where they hide everything, and rob them blind.”

“What do you need drugs for?”

“I’m not taking that, you nimrod. I’m stealing their money.”

“Isn’t that kind of wrong, even if they are drug dealers and stuff?”

“Maybe, but I don’t care. After I leave this place, no one and nothing from here will matter to me at all. I couldn’t give less of a shit about anyone if I tried. And I’m not taking everything, either. Just enough for me to live on.”

“How much do you need?”

“I don’t know. A couple hundred, maybe a couple thousand. I’ll have to be careful when I’m there, because sometimes there are people in The Pit watching to make sure that nothing bad is happening to their stash. Sometimes they hide in places you don’t expect, and they just pop out at you.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah, this is going to be difficult to pull off.” She furrows her brow and focuses on the road. I notice a cockroach crawling around on the floorboard, running over a used cigarette. “Lily,” Kirsten says.

“Yes?”

“You owe me one, right?

“…it depends?” I say, a little scared.

“I think I need your help. I’m going to take you to The Pit, and you’re going to do as I say. I need an extra person, because I have to make sure that no one’s coming to get me while I unlock the case.”

“Look, I know I owe you and everything, but there’s no fucking chance that I’m going to risk my neck so you can go off and run away from your problems. And you call me out for not being able to handle the world.”

“Fuck you. You don’t have a choice. I swear to God, I’ll strip you down and toss you out onto the streets if you refuse me. I saved you, you owe me, and it’s as simple as that. Besides, you need to live a little for once. And it shouldn’t be that dangerous. No one is usually there at this hour.”

“Okay,” I sigh. “Bitch…” I mutter under my breath.

“Heard that.”

“Whatever. And I’m pretty sure this counts as kidnapping, by the way, and that’s illegal.”

“Shut up. You know I don’t care.”

“Yeah. You really don’t. I can see that you don’t. But you aren’t the sort of person to do stuff like this. Usually you just sit in the background and exist.”

“…you don’t really know me at all. You’ve only seen a small portion of who I am.”

I remain silent for the rest of the ride.

Just looking at the outside of The Pit, it doesn’t look like the center of a mass drug operation. I was expecting chipped, weathered boards, dicks spray-painted on the sides, and dry dirt surrounding it all. Maybe it also had a fart smell in my mind. Instead, it’s a well-built, freshly-painted white shed surrounded by the only healthy grass for miles, like something out of a painting.

Kirsten opens the door’s latch and leads me inside. It’s dimly lit. Kirsten grazes the surface of a table, her hand stopping at the center. A lamp clicks on, barely supplying enough light to really see the inside. Old textbooks sit on a bookcase, which encompasses the entire wall to my left. All kinds of random junk is scattered around, ranging from anything to planks of wood to wadded-up newspapers. There’s a trapdoor in the corner, boxes scattered everywhere, and a locked case all the way in the back.

“Watch for me while I do this,” she whispers. We tiptoe all the way to the back, and Kirsten crouches down as I stay standing, watching and listening to any sound. I might ordinarily be too scared to break into a crack den with the world’s loosest cannon, but after my little afternoon run, I have a feeling that I won’t be scared of too much for a while.

I listen carefully for any disturbance as I look out the window. I breathe a little easier. Somehow, I feel more at peace now than I did in the shower. Maybe it’s the rush of doing something wrong. Or maybe it’s the way the light of the dying sun is hitting the grass, forcing millions of shades of green into my wide-open eyes. I’m able to spot the little things interspersed throughout the grass. The small patches of white clovers, the purple flowers peeking out in other places, a homeless-looking dude running down the hill with a rifle…

“Kirsten… Look out this window,” I say, concerned, trying to keep my voice steady.

She looks up at me, annoyed, then stands and looks out the window with me. I can feel the tension begin to radiate off her body. She looks like she’s in shock.

“Do you know him?” I whisper, my breath stopping midway.

“That’s Foot.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t know his real name, but everyone calls him Foot. He’s insane. We need to get in the corner and stay down until he leaves.”

“Well, when is he going to?”

“I don’t know, Lily. I’m not a damned psychic.”

Kirsten moves a pile of boxes sitting in the corner forward a little and crawls behind it. I follow her and crouch down. I’m closer to her than I want to be. Based on the look on her face, she feels the exact same way. I sit crisscross on the floor, but Kirsten doesn’t have enough room to do the same. The top of her head is still towering above the top of our makeshift wall.

“We’re going to have to huddle together. Come on, get closer. Quick.”

“Kirsten, that’s gay.”

“Please end your life.”

As I try to think of a comeback, the shed door swings open and slams against the wall. I turn my head to look at Kirsten, whose eyes are almost cartoonishly bugging out of her head. We hold each other more tightly and stay completely still. I hold my breath, partly because I’m terrified and partly because Kirsten smells like actual shit. And honestly, the hug is so awkward that I kind of want Foot to find me and shoot us both through the head.

I fully realize that it’s not a fucking joke and Foot probably won’t be playing any games when I see him slinging around his hunting rifle as I look through a crack between the boxes. He’s rummaging through something, looking around. When he doesn’t find whatever it is, he stomps toward us. Something in my brain breaks. I stop breathing. I can only sit here and go into shock. He opens one of the boxes that were shielding us, then the sound pauses. I look up. Foot’s blood-shot, crazed eyes stare back into mine.

“Fuck…” Kirsten whispers.

“The hell are you two doing in there? Chest is open. Some money’s missing. You take it?”

“We…” Kirsten begins.

“Get out and stand up where I can see you, bitch.”

Kirsten looks at me, her eyebrows raised up in terror.

“I said get up, bitch.” He haphazardly brandishes his rifle in the air, as if his arms were made from jelly. He grabs the front of it with his other hand, pointing it at us. We stand up, my muscles aching from being in an uncomfortably cramped position. I breathe in quickly to keep from fainting. My heart starts hammering against my ribs.

I watch in horror as Foot grabs Kirsten and shoves her to the ground, and I want nothing more than to help her, to save her somehow, but I can’t. I don’t want to die either. My stomach falls fifty stories as he presses the gun to her forehead, yelling incoherently at her.

“Foot… no… Foot… no… Foot… no…” Kirsten whimpers, red-eyed, her hands weakly held up to either side of her head.

I notice his raggedy gray jacket, faded jeans, and his unshaved beard. The mad look in his eye numbs me. It reminds me of the old man with the gun I faced earlier. I can barely acknowledge the sheer stupidity of being in the same odd situation twice in one day before I freeze up, rigid as a plank. Every second that Kirsten stays alive is an unbelievable blessing, for every second I expect her to fall over dead. I can’t breathe, my heart can’t beat, because to me, she is simultaneously dead and alive until my brain can catch up and prove to me that she’s still alive, still able to be saved. And it’s with that realization that I know I can’t let anything happen to her; I can’t let her die. The glint off his rifle blinds me as he moves it, and I completely blank out, staying completely still, save for the pulsing, shivering hairs on my skin, tossed around by my pounding heartbeat.

I don’t know what happened, but I’m in the truck, and Kirsten’s here with me, and my entire body feels like it’s filled with live wires. I think I punched him, but I’m not sure. Maybe Kirsten was the one who punched him. Or maybe we never even left our seats at all. Maybe we were never in there. I try to stop breathing in the hopes that when I start back up it won’t be as fast and heavy. My heart skips several beats, choking me somehow, forcing me to inhale.

“I’m going back in. I need that money.”

It goes in one ear and out the other. I barely realize she even left until I spot her running back to The Pit. Some people just can’t be protected. Nervous, I fidget with her black leather jacket, examining the pins and buttons attached to it. I throw it into her seat and rummage around the floorboard to see if there’s something else I can take my nervousness out on. The back of my hand hits something cold, and I shove aside the pile of used tissues to see what it is. I stop breathing again.

If she was going to use it to defend herself, why doesn’t she have it with her now to combat Foot? It’s not something that she could just forget. Even with her mind on everything, she wouldn’t be able to forget it unless she was an actual idiot. So, what does she need a gun for?

The driver’s side door pops open loudly.

“I got it,” Kirsten says half-cheerfully.

“Got what?”

“The money I need to run away.”

“Oh. Right. How much did you get?”

“I don’t know, but it’s like, a lot. It’s going to take care of a lot of things for a really long time.” She’s smiling like she means it, for once. I squint at her. “Hey, help me put this in the back. I have a box in there where I need to hide it.”

“Okay.” We both get out, and I look up to get a better view of the brilliant light pink sunset spanning out in every direction. “How much money did you manage to steal?”

“I actually didn’t need to steal it. And I haven’t looked in the envelope yet. Hey, get up there and start moving those crates aside while I look.”

I hoist myself up and move aside the boxes filled with camping supplies and an endless supply of an array of snacks in order to get to the box in the back. I grunt as I strain my arms to pick up the bottom box. I massage my muscles tenderly after I put it in its place.

“Goddamn,” Kirsten whispers. “Damn it all to hell.”

“What?”

“That fucker…”

“What is it, Kirsten?”

She lifts her head and turns around so I can see her face. She looks feral, livid. She brandishes the envelope carelessly, letting the contents fall out. “I BLEW THAT DUDE FOR FUCKING SMOOTHIE COUPONS!”

I take a strong sip from my Banana-Split Smoothie, trying to get a frozen chunk of it to go through my straw. Kirsten drinks from her Strawberry Freeze in several equally-loud slurps. I sip loudly again. Then she sips loudly. We go back and forth like that, ping-ponging the noise continuously in lieu of anything good to say to each other. Soon, the sky goes from light pink to dark purple.

“Do you do that often? Blow random guys for cash?” I ask. I can’t help myself.

“I don’t know, Lily. Do you often run through the streets completely naked?”

“No?”

“Well, there’s your answer.” She puts the straw in her mouth, then immediately releases it. “I never asked… why were you out there naked? What happened to you?”

“…nothing.”

“Well, alright.”

We go back to forcing ourselves to enjoy the drinks in the dead silence. Somehow, it’s the rare kind of silence that isn’t so uncomfortable, even though it has every right to be so. I fight through the numbing din of the silence, trying to figure out how to confront her about the gun, and what I’m scared she’s going to use it for. Forgetting to blink, I stare out the front window, keeping my tired eyes locked on a car’s headlights in the distance, watching until it fades out into the gray evening nothingness beyond.

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TWO HOURS AGO (or something)

Everything can change with one conversation, or a single sentence, or even a single word. Reality cracks under the weight of the pain. Unalienable truths once held dear are violated and obliterated; ones you thought were as irreversible as the law of gravity. The universe pushed you together, writing your story in the stars as the days went by. You were meant for her, and she was meant for you. And breaking the bonds between the two of you would be as impossible as separating the moon from the heavens. However, in reality, it’s actually quite easy for the moon to fall out of the sky.

“Lily… I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be with you.”

“…what?” I sit up and try to get closer to her, but she lifts up the covers, blocking me.

“I’m sorry, but it can’t continue,” she says, looking away. Her voice is low, like she wants me to get the point so she can stop saying it over and over again.

“Are you serious? I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to be alone. Please don’t let me be alone,” I beg, not caring that I sound pathetic. “Can you at least tell me why we can’t be together?”

She says nothing as her way of saying no. My head spins. I feel weird. It’s like I’ve gone completely numb, with all my feelings quickly bleeding out of me. My face grows hot. I look at her again, lifting my head. She doesn’t seem upset at all. She’s looking at me like I’m a stranger, and in a way that makes me wonder if we were just an amazing dream I had. She doesn’t seem to care that she’s completely blocking me out. This person I love and who loved me is gone. I take in a shuddering breath, realizing that I haven’t drawn in air in a while.

I roll over and lie flat on my back for a few seconds, trying to come to terms with everything. I’m still unable to believe it, but the pulsing ache in my chest reminds me every few seconds that this is all real. I force down my tears and fight to keep my expression blank. I can’t cry in front of her. Not anymore, anyway. I just lie there for a little while, listening to the ceiling fan shaking in synchronicity with my heart. Just before I muster up the willingness to finally get out of her bed and leave her like she wants me to, the doorknob on the other side of the room clicks open.

00000000000000000000000000000000

“I can’t wait until I can get the fuck out of here,” Kirsten says, her head in her hands.

“Hey.”

“What.”

“Your trip… I think I want to go with you on it.”

“No,” she says with certainty. “I have to go alone. I operate better alone.”

“I’m not leaving you, Kirsten. You’re not in your right mind. I need to make sure you’re alright.”

“You only want to go with me because you don’t want to face your parents. Or the police. Or anyone. Stop being such a damned pussy all the time and face life. You can’t run away from everything.”

“Why the hell are you running away, then?”

Yet again, she can’t offer an explanation.

“I can help you, Kirsten. I can help you through this, if you’ll let me.”

“I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but you can’t just fix things like that. You can’t save people when you can barely save yourself. You have a damn messiah complex. But you can’t fix anything, and you can’t do anything right, and you’re always usually in everyone’s way.”

“I can try to help this time. I cannot let you go off by yourself while you’re like this.”

“Why? Why can’t you just leave me be?”

“Because you’re not going to ever come back. I found your gun. You are planning to kill yourself. I’m not as stupid as you think, you miserable human.” Her mouth gaps open, and I take that to mean that I was correct. “Now that I know about this, I can’t allow you to be alone. How do you think I’d honestly feel about that… if I knew about all of this and did nothing? If I just let you hurt yourself? How do you think I would cope if I read some article about you being found dead?”

Emo Teenager Found Dead; Crazy Faggot Teenager May Be Responsible

“If I kill myself, it’s not your fault. It’s in no way right for you to intervene in this. Just leave me the fuck alone and forget you ever saw me today. You owe me that much.”

“I don’t owe you anything anymore.”

She rolls her eyes. “Why do you want to help me, anyway? Why can’t you just let me die?”

“I am your friend. I don’t want you to stop existing.”

It’s silent for a moment. She starts to shake a little, and I start to worry that she’s having a seizure. Out of nowhere, she starts ugly-crying, her hands tightly clenched into fists, her knuckles white. I don’t know how to react. Her face is bright red, and she’s pounding her fists on the dash like a toddler in the middle of a tantrum. I awkwardly shift to the side of my seat.

After ten minutes, she slowly returns to normal, except she’s still gasping for air every ten seconds. I sneeze. She shoots me a look, and then tilts her head down.

“I don’t want you to come with me. It wouldn’t be safe. You’re right. I’m not in my right mind,” she says quietly, her hands half-heartedly holding the wheel.

“Kirsten, I cannot leave you. You have nothing, and I have nothing. My parents aren’t speaking with me, my girlfriend broke up with me, and I was sodomized by a straw. Take me with you. I have to get away from this place too. That’s what I want. That’s what I need. I don’t care if you drive this thing off a cliff. I don’t care if it’s dangerous. I don’t care if you hate me. You can’t make me leave you. I am going with you.” I pick at the bottom of my cup with my straw to dislodge the remaining frozen strawberry chunks from each other.

She doesn’t even look at me. After ten minutes passes, she tosses the empty Styrofoam cup onto my floorboard, then reaches into her pocket and pulls out a cigarette.

“You don’t have any self-respect, do you?” The lighter clicks on. The flame illuminates the tracks of her tears and her glossed-over eyes.

“None at all.”

Kirsten takes a puff and stares at me intensely, like she’s trying to make my head explode into a thousand bloody chunks just from willing it to. She slowly lets the smoke leave out her nose as she tries to decide what to do. She later huffs out a big sigh and tells me to shut my door, her voice still tight. I do. She looks away as if she’s decided to never look at me again, robotically switching on the ignition. She has to try it three times before it magically kicks on. Immediately, I begin to regret all of this.

I prepare for takeoff. My legs tense up and I tightly press my feet to the floorboard without meaning to. The tires come alive, desperately gripping the pavement, scrambling to get away from whatever is behind. I look out the window and watch the outer edge of the road and the dirt and the dry grass and everything else slowly mix into two blurry stripes of gray and brown, individual objects streaking by in the form of little white wiggly lines. Wings pop out from the sides and the truck jolts itself into the air, forcing us to go higher, and higher, and higher as everything below gets smaller, and smaller, and smaller. The truck then fluidly morphs into a red cartoon rocket, orange and yellow fire shooting out of the end and all. We’re propelled up high into the air, into the deep purple sky, through the clouds, and straight into the fucking sun.

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