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kayxleeee · 3 years

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Tony Stark: Are We Fighting?(Tony x Reader)

Warning: Sexual implying if you squint. Tony being cute and you being mad at him for a second.

A/N: Y’all this is my favorite, I love Tony fluff.

Summary: Tony’s in deep water after you notice the “head of security” watching your every move for an entire week straight. The only problem is, it’s date night, and can you really stay mad at someone with that face?

Word Count: 2k+

*NOT MY GIF* Don’t copy my work !

The aroma of tomato sauce and Italian herbs wafted the air around you immediately as you swung the large front door open, walking in. Tonight was date night, you were starving, but you had a serious bone to pick with the conniving genius. You kick your heels off and make your way through the foyer greeted by dimmed lights, a candle lit living room, soft romantic music playing, and an excessive amount of rose peddles leading up the grand staircase.

Nice touch Stark.

You look at it all in awe, but try to snap out of it, because you meant business tonight.

“Tony?!” You call out wondering where he was.

“In here.” He says peaking his head through the kitchen entry way, wiping his hands dry on a dish towel. “You look ravishing.” He says as he makes his way over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist giving you a quick hug and kiss on your forehead. “This isn’t too much is it?”

This was probably the best one yet. You were delighted at his efforts to make date nights memorable, especially since you hardly saw him. He had either been busy being an avenger or down in his lab working his life away. You were also very busy yourself running Stark Industries. Between the meetings and work related calls, it was a very rare occasion when you and Tony could just enjoy each others company. So this was when weekly date nights were born; Just a time to catch up and be together and have unadulterated quality time. You sigh taking it all in. Tony always does them well, especially when he is trying to make up for something. The dimmed lights, roses, music, candles, even his cologne— god, did his cologne smell good, intoxicating even. You could swoon right then and there the atmosphere was the definition of romantic and relaxing and here you are ready to uproar it all.

Damn, right.

“Told you date night would be extraordinary tonight.” He smirks taking your silence as a sign that you were pleased, while wiggling his eyebrows up and down. “Be back in a sec, get comfy.” He says giving you a wink before turning away.

He makes his way back into the kitchen to finish up whatever he had been doing previous and you follow him. He turns around and gives you a weird look, scrunching his face as he sees you following behind him. Those dazzling brown eyes weren’t going to get you this time, you were still mad— Maybe not as mad as you were before coming through that front door, but still upset enough to confront the issue right now.

“So something interesting happened to me today.” You say setting your purse on the kitchen counter as Tony strategically plates the pasta he made.

“Oh yeah?” He says maneuvering through the kitchen. “And what might that be kitten?” After he’s done, he turns to you popping an olive into his mouth, as he leans against the counter behind, ready listen attentively.

“Well I was ya know working my little ass off, minding my business… Ya know as I do every single day. When I noticed a very attentive Happy Hogan, watching my every move.” You say eyeing him suspiciously as he smiled innocently. “I thought to myself, now I’ve been seeing Happy in all sorts of wacky places this week, why would he do something like that?”

“I donno, why babe?” He says dusting his hands together for no particular reason looking everywhere else, but your face.

“Mmmh- maybe he’s just being his old paranoid, overbearing self this week. Watching my every move for no apparent reason.” You say testily, you already know Stark put him up to it.

“Happy is very dedicated to his new position. Didn’t you hear? He’s head of security, babe. He’s gotta be eyes and ears.” He sighs, now moving from his leaning position to begin pouring two glasses of bubbly. “That’s our Happy for ya."

Of course you heard, and of course Tony was the one who appointed him, and of course Stark Industries did not need that.

“Oh jeez golly! Eyes and ears on little ol me?” You say in a fake sarcastic souther bell accent.

He raises his eyebrows, and gives you a well justified laugh, because that accent was horrendous.

“Did you send happy to spy on me or what Tony?” You say getting to the point.

“No.” He says shaking his head from side to side frantically like a child who’s just got caught stealing from the cookie jar. “Nope, I don’t recall.”

“You don’t recall?” You scoff. “It’s a very simple thing to remember doing Tony. Did you say oh Happy please spy on my faithful, loyal, beautiful, loving, girlfriend?”

“Um— are we fighting?” We're not fighting are we?” He sighs genuinely unsure.

You didn’t want to fight or argue either, but he was getting on your nerves beating around the bush. You already knew he did it, you just needed to know why.

“Sure, we aren’t fighting Tony.” You say annoyance booming through, hoping he would just come out with it. He was definitely pushing your buttons. “Now did you send him?”

“ I don’t recall.” He says again now putting on a fake ‘thinking’ face.

“You don’t recall asking him?! Okay, well I am sure if we give him a call that might jog your little memory.” You grab your phone out of your purse quickly dialing his number. “Mmmh I think you’ve been hit on the head entirely way too many times, ya know since you can’t recall events.”

Before you can press the dial button to call Happy, Tony swiftly reaches over the counter where you are standing and snatches the phone from your grip, ending the call before it’s made.

“Okay, listen baby, I think we’re fighting, and I don’t want to fight tonight.” He says with pleading eyes putting his hands up in defense.

“Tony!” You yell at him going to where he is standing in the spacious kitchen. “You're not answering my question and you should have thought about that before asking Happy to spy on me!” Which I’m not understanding what for! Just say you don’t trust me and leave it at that, why play all these games?!”

His face flattened.

“Okay, kitten, listen it wasn’t like that. I do too trust you.”

So he did put Happy up to it— of course he did.

“You better explain or I’m Leaving Tony.”

He sighs heavily, shame settling on his features.

“Happy brought up this guy? Aldrich Killian, said you dated him a while back?" “Oh my go- you don’t trust me!” You exhaust throwing your hands up and turning on the heels of your feet ready to retreat out of the kitchen.

“No!” Tony quickly follows behind you. Come on babe, let’s talk about this!” He says grabbing you by your shoulder gently spinning you around.

“Tony you’re doing a lot of the talking, and only digging yourself in a deeper hole.” You say crossing your arms.

“Okay, let’s back track, I trust you, with everything I own, my life even. I’ve just been overwhelmed and overthinking recently. I can’t say what I did was right, but in the moment I didn’t feel it was exactly wrong either.”

“In the moment Tony really? What moment did you realize I needed to be spied on like some convict? What moment did you realize you didn’t trust me alone at work with some guy, I hardly ever dated by the way!”

“Okay, okay! I did not send him to spy on you, I sent him to keep an eye on you.”

“Same shit Sherlock and I don’t appreciate it ! You say you trust me but tis is definitely not how it’s coming off.” You huff in annoyance, trying to grab your phone from him again, in which he manages to keep it away from you snacking his free arm around you. “Give it back now, I’m leaving Tony!”

“Would you stop getting mad?!” He huffs. “Just- it’s not a trust thing baby. It’s a safety thing.”

“I wouldn’t be getting mad if you’d just tell me the truth and stop beating around the damn bush. I’m over it anyways, I’m going to be leaving now, so give me my phone and let me go.” He rolls his eyes and pulls you into him closer. “No you’re not leaving , stop being dramatic.” He says holding onto you tight, still holding the phone away from your grasp with his other hand. You scrunch up your face about to say something, about his remark, but he quickly says. “And don’t be mad that I think you’re being dramatic about this.” He says to ensure he digs himself out of being in trouble over that stupid comment.

He continues, “You already know I trust you so don’t give me that. I did all of this because I love you.” He says holding you close and swaying the two of you slightly to the music that is still playing softly in the background.

“Not the because I love you speech.” You say rolling your eyes, hands resting on his chest trying to create distance between the two of you, but he just pulls you back into him. “You are so annoying.” You comment on the action, surrendering to his grasp.

“No it’s not like that, I just needed to make sure you were safe. No malicious thought behind it or intent, I swear. I just wanted to make name you are safe at all times.” He says softly with a sigh as he feels that you’ve calmed down.

“Why wouldn’t I be safe at work?” You say looking up at him. He now sets your phone down on the near by counter and places the hand to your face, caressing your cheek.

“Anyone can be in danger anywhere honey, I’ve learned that the hard way— and if I were to loose you? Well let’s just say for my sake and peace of mind, I might of let fear cloud my judgment and asked Happy to keep an eye on you. No spying, just an eye. You know how he gets.” He looks deeply into your eyes and you could tell he was telling the truth. “I’m sorry, okay?” He leans into you just enough to rub his nose against yours playfully. “Do you accept my apology?” He says in a child like voice, giving you puppy dogs eyes.

He was so cute.

“Okay fine, I’m hearing you.” You say caving in. “But you’ve gotta stop him from following my every move— if I’m going to the bathroom, I don’t need him right out the door.” You huff.

“Done, you got it, Happy is officially barred off of bathroom duties. Can we kiss and make up now?” He says this as his lips ghost over yours and you happily lean into the kiss, knowing full well it was long overdue after how hard he worked to impress you tonight. This kiss was sweet and sincere, while also deep and romantic.

“I love you.” He says after breaking the kiss.

“You're a pain, but I love you too.” You both laugh before you give him another kiss.

“Now are we still fighting?” He smirks after pulling away a second time. “Just wanna double check before I invest.”

“You're so annoying.” You laugh rolling your eyes playfully. “No we aren’t.”

“Good because our spaghetti is getting cold and our chardonnay is getting flat.” He says intertwining your fingers and spinning you around to walk into the living room. “And you look entirely too good to keep this on all night.” He says referring to your outfit. “I can’t believe you were going to call Happy.”

“Well how about next time, you don’t play with me.” You laugh ready to enjoy your dinner.

“Oh, but honey, playing with you is my favorite thing to do. I especially love it when you scream my name.” He smirks giving you a wink.

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fortheloveoffanfic · 4 years

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Lullaby

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- Okay, so after maybe like three months, or more, I can’t remember, this one is coming to a close. There are only three more chapters left.) Chapter Summary- Y/n and Keanu’s relationship is faced with backlash and consequences. Y/n’s parents take action.

Warnings- Angst

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Chapter 14

"What the hell is this?" Heather produced a magazine from her handbag, tossing it to the counter. Y.n’s mother had stormed into her house late in the afternoon, a few hours after Y/n had returned from a late lunch at the country club with Jillian and Catherine, obviously too enraged for small talk.

Y/n gasped, quickly trying to blink shock out of her eyes. Of course, she had seen a pictures on social media that morning, but she didn't think her parents would find out about it, at least not that quickly, but there they were, with her mother pointing to cheap magazine, the cover boasting an enlarged picture of her and Keanu getting cozy at a corner table, in the small restaurant at the night market, taken just the night before. The headline only served to add insult to injury; written in big bold letters, nearly dominating the entire thing were the words; “Hollywood Mega-Star and Heiress: A Whirlwind Romance for the Ages.” Clearing her throat, Y/n tried to hide her shock with cheeky humor, “I don’t know mom, kind of looks like a magazine.”

“Don’t get funny with me Y/n. You’re lucky you’re father hasn’t seen this yet,” Heather shook her head, brushing loose strands of dyed red hair out of her face with the tips of her French manicure, “What the hell were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that I was grabbing dinner with a friend,” Y/n shrugged, still playing the whole thing off.

Her mother scoffed, rolling her eyes, before laying an accusing finger on the picture, “This is what you do with your friends?” In actuality, the picture suggested that Keanu and Y/n had long past a friendship, which was definitely true. It had captured the moment where she was half on his lap, but between their positioning coupled with the poor lighting made it hard to tell what they were doing, but Y/n recalled the moment easily. It was no doubt taken right before they’d escaped to the bathroom.

“You need to stop seeing him,” Heather finally determined, and by her tone, Y/n could tell that the matter wasn’t up for discussion.

“No,” Y/n determined firmly, desperately trying to control her heavy breathing. She wasn’t ready to back down that easily, all her life she’d done what they wanted, been who they wanted her to be. No one ever asked if she wanted to inherit a company or get set up by her parents, yet Y/n had always gone along with it. But for the first time, she was doing something she wanted, she wanted to be with Keanu, she loved him.

“No?” Her mother mirrored incredulously, folding her arms across her chest, tilting her head, deep, red stained lips set into a hard line after the word. Heather stood, separated from her daughter by a dark veined, marble kitchen island. The toe of her heeled pump tapping the hardwood floor softly, impatience in the motion. She always got her way.

“No.” Y/n finalized, “I’m not going to stop seeing Keanu, although-”

“Although what? You could stop seeing Daniel? Is that what you were going to suggest? Because it’s not an option,” Heather pressed two fingers to her temple, something she did when she was exasperated, and shut her eyes tightly before continuing, that time slower, as if Y/n were a child who couldn’t quite understand what she was being taught, “Daniel comes from a good family, he a good man who’s the right age. Marrying him will be good for us, and for them.”

Y/n exhaled loudly, shaking her head as a dry chuckle escaped her lips, “Us? Them? What about me mom? What about what’s good for me? Do you ever think about that, or has it not occurred to you that I’m capable of wanting something for myself, something that isn’t tied in with your old world, bullshit politics.”

“I suggest you watch your tone with me young lady,” anger flared in her eyes, and Heather looked the same way Y/n did when she was angry, the only difference being the twenty-five years between them showing up as little lines here and there on her face, “How the hell would you know about what's good for you? God,” she sighed loudly, laughing humorlessly, “You’re a child! You think twenty-four means your so grown up, but the truth is you don’t know a damn thing about what you need.”

A wave of heat rose up in Y/n and she was sure that if it were possible, her face would turn hot red with anger. She hated yelling at her mother, so in an effort to not do just that, she spoke through clenched teeth, “And you do? This is the first time that you’ve been since I moved and this is the most personal conversation that we’ve had since I was eighteen,” Y/n scoffed, “We barely spend any time together, unless its at one of those stupid events and even then-”

“So this is my fault now?” As the minutes ticked by, after every word, there seemed to be more and more malice and anger in her mother’s voice.

“I’m not saying that this is your fault,” finally, Y/n’s words took on a new edge, “I’m saying that you don’t know me well enough to make this kind of decision for me. What the hell even happened to ‘you’re an adult, make your own decisions’? Or am I only an adult when it suits your agenda?”

“I am your mother,” Heather pointed in an enraged warning, “And if anyone knows what’s best for you, it’s me.”

Y/n chuckled dryly, “You’re gonna play the mom card? Wow! Newsflash mother, I’m an adult, and I’ll love whoever the hell I want to,” the words just tumbled out of her mouth, even if Y/n wasn't exactly expecting to admit that to her mother.

“Love?” Her mother clapped her hands together, “You think you love him? This is exactly why you have no place making decisions like this,” chuckling quietly, Heather continued, shaking her head, her voice growing softer, “You think he loves you back?” When Y/n got quiet, opting to reel back from fanning the flame, she went on, “Y/n, he’s more than thirty years older than you; he’s having a good time and when he’s finished with you; you’ll wish you had someone more like Daniel.��

She had never been a crier, but in that moment, tears welled up in Y/n’s eyes and she struggled to contain them. “You don’t know him,” Y/n eventually managed, though, her confidence in her relationship with Keanu was quickly wavering. What if her mother was right? What if Keanu’s love for her was frivolous, and after a while, was bound to fade. Y/n knew that it was irrational to doubt him when he’d given her no reason to, but she couldn’t help the nagging voice that said her mother could be right.

“But I know men. And if you don’t believe me, why don’t you give it a read?” Baffled, Y/n watched as her mother hastily shoved the tabloid to her before turning on her heel and stalking down the hall and out of her house

After that, Y/n hadn’t left the kitchen, and instead, she had just shifted to a bar-stool at the counter, quickly flipping through the glossy, high definition pages, stopping when she reached the article on her and Keanu. Worrying on her lip while toying with the flimsy paper at the edges as she read.

At first, most of it appeared to just be inferences from the pictures scattered in between paragraphs of the article; that they were dating, obviously for longer than realized, that Y/n was clearly seeing someone else based on everything else they knew and finally, how out of character it was for Keanu to so readily be seen with a woman romantically. Y/n rolled her eyes at the last bit; a lot of people didn’t know it about him, but she had found that Keanu actually wasn’t opposed to a little PDA now and then, as long as it wasn’t going to get them into too much trouble.

Most of it was fine, and Y/n doubts had even started to melt away, up until they started talking about Keanu’s dating history, pegging her against his former girlfriends and going as far as implying that they weren’t meant to be anything more than a fling; between their age gap and the fact that Keanu never seemed interested in settling down, their relationship clearly wasn’t meant to have a happy ending.

It stung, thinking that she might not mean more to Keanu than a couple months of fun. In a haste, Y/n got up, hurrying to her bedroom to change out of her shorts and tank top into jeans and a simple shirt, throwing on some shoes while she was at it. On her way out, Y/n swiped up the magazine from the counter, stuffing it into her handbag. She had to know, from him, once and for all.

There was merely thirty minutes between Y/n’s and Keanu’s house. When she’d gotten there, it wasn’t long after before she was yanking the crumpled pages out of her bag, shoving them to Keanu’s chest, earning herself a bewildered look and a surprised ‘ompf’. “What is this?”

Keanu eased the thing from her assaulting grip, his words resembling Y/n’s from earlier, “I donno babe, it looks like a magazine.”

Okay, maybe that was annoying. Rolling her eyes, Y/n scoffed, irritated, “No shit genius, look at page 8.”

With her hands on her hips, Y/n studied Keanu’s range of expressions as he read; going from shock, to intrigue to a flat out cringe. After he was finished, Keanu sighed heavily, rolling it up in his hand and absently slapping his palm, “This is….bad?”

“Bad?” Y/n’s chuckle was dry and in no way suggested humor, “Ke, this is terrible. My mom knows about us. And….” She wanted to bring it up, Y/n really didn’t, but she couldn’t. How was she supposed to ask him that anyway? In her hurry to get there, she hadn’t even thought it through and now that the moment had arrived, Y/n wasn’t sure if she could follow through, because the truth was, she didn’t want to know. She didn’t want to think that she could mean less to Keanu than he did to her or that one day he’d just decide that he’d had his fill and move on with his life.

Sighing again, Keanu moistened his lips, tentatively, Keanu tossed the tabloid to the top of the hall chest, pulling Y/n to him, trying to lead her to the living room. After some hesitance, she responded and they slowly made their way, eventually plopping into the grey cushions. Y/n discarded her bag on his coffee table and took a minute to clear her cheeks of escaped tears before taking a deep breath. “Are you sure that your mom knowing is all that’s bothering you?” He finally asked. Keanu had read the same article she had and he knew for certain that the last few lines weren’t ones that anyone would take lightly.

“I….” Y/n’s breath caught, “No,” Y/n shifted to face him, pulling one leg under herself, brushing some hair behind her ear, “I want to know the truth, am I just a fling to you? I mean,” she huffed, sniffling, not wanting her tears to cloud Keanu’s judgement, “Am I gonna end up like them?”

“No, of course not,” Keanu racked his brain for the right thing to say. He knew what it looked like. It looked like he was a womanizer. It looked like he kept women around until he got bored. It looked like he was the kind of person that was going to break her heart, even if it was the last thing he wanted to do. “You know that I would never do that to you.”

“Do I?” Rolling her glassy eyes, Y/n pulled away from him, standing again. Her head felt full and all Y/n wanted to do was go back in time and find a way to uncomplicate things. Fighting more tears, she folded her arms, she loved Keanu, she did, but her life was already a complicated mess, did she really want to add a potential heartbreak into the mix?

For him, maybe.

“You should,” he stood too, scrubbing his palms over the things of his faded, worn jeans, “You know I love you. Y/n,” Keanu reached out as he closed the short space between them, sighing in relief when she let him gently grip her arm, “I’ve never felt this way.”

Mulling on his words, Y/n glanced at his fingers loosely closed in just below her shoulder. When their eyes met, he squeezed affectionately, as if to ask her to believe his words. Y/n wanted to believe him, but with everything she’d read and all that her mom had said, Y/n didn’t know what to think. “Neither have I,” a lone tear trickled down her already stained cheek, “It’s just…...I don’t-”

Y/n’s phone, practically shrieking in her bag cut her off, breaking her thoughts. In a frenzy, she rummaged through its contents, cringing when she finally pulled it out. Her dad, and she was sure he wasn’t calling to congratulate Y/n on her latest media appearance. “Dad?” She swallowed tightly. On his end, he didn’t say much and his tone was abrasive and his words few, all in all, ordering that she return home- and not to her place, to theirs.

As the line disconnected, Y/n shuddered, a foreboding chill running down her spine, everything that she’d wanted to say to Keanu forgotten. “I have to go,” she breathed, shaking her head, not even wanting to imagine what was coming next, “My parents, they um…”

“Yeah,” Keanu nodded stiffly, understanding without her having to say it, “Come on,” he snaked an arm around her waist. He didn’t want Y/n to go, especially when she was that upset, but he’d already gotten her into enough trouble, “I’ll walk you to your car.”

Y/n’s forced smile faltered as she tried to quell her nerves. By the time they reached her car, Keanu was holding the door open for her and letting his hand slip to her hip as he pulled her into a loving kiss, their lips moving together slowly. When they broke, he kept his forehead pressed to his, their lips still almost touching, “Thank you,” she whispered.

“No problem,” Keanu let his thumb slip beneath the curved hem of her white button up, the pad of his finger rubbing circles into her skin, “Just remember what I told you, please? I love you and I mean it.”

“I know,” she nodded against him, dragging her lip through her teeth, “I love you too.”

“We can talk about this later, just call me when you get home.”

“Okay,” Y/n agreed breathily, “I should go now.” Not too long after, Keanu reluctantly let her leave, standing at the curb watching as her car grew smaller with distance.

When Y/n pulled up in the driveway of her childhood home, there were two more cars than she was expecting. On one of them was familiar though; Daniel’s Rolls-Royce, parked just ahead of the cobble stone porch steps. Putting her convertible in park, turning off the ignition and putting up the top, Y/n inhaled deeply before getting out.

The sun had already started to set and on her walk to the grand front door, the glare stung her puffy eyes. As her hand closed in around the knob, dread set in and all Y/n wanted to do was get back in her car and drive home. But alas, that wasn’t on the list of options. She only had one really; go in and see what they wanted.

Finding everyone didn’t take as long as she preferred as they- they being Y/n’s parents, Daniel’s parents and Daniel himself, were all gathered right in the living room. A combination of delicate tea china, a silver platter and a few wine glasses peppered the imported coffee table and quite chatter that dominated the room stopped suddenly upon Y/n’s entrance. Heather sat next to Micheal in the love-seat nearest to the unlit fireplace while Daniel’s parents were perched similarly on another sofa for two not too far off and finally, Daniel himself was the only one seated on the longest sofa. He looked uncomfortable and upon her entrance, he avoided her gaze swallowing tightly.

“You called?” Folding her arms definitely, Y/n didn’t move an inch further into the room, and she wasn’t going to unless someone gave her a reasonable reason to.

“I did,” Micheal nodded, slipping his hands into the pockets of his black slacks as he stood. His head was held high and his expression suggested that her mother had ousted her not too long ago, stern and a little angry, “We need to talk Y/n.”

Quickly, her tongue darted out to wet her lips, “Yeah,” she agreed, cocking her head to the side, “We do.”

Humorlessly, Micheal chuckled, “Let me rephrase, I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen. Now sit,” he gestured to the spot next to Daniel.

“I don’t have to listen to you. I’m-”

“You’re an adult who still uses my money!” It was rare, very, very rare, but when Micheal did raise his voice, it was always enough to shock fear into those around him. Keeping tears at bay, Y/n clenched her jaw. The vein at her father’s forehead bulged as if to prove his anger and she could see his hidden fist was clenched in his pocket. “I am your father. I bought your house, your car, I pay you and as long as I have to do that, you will listen to me. So sit.”

Begrudged and rolling her eyes, like a teenager who had just been scolded for swiping vodka out of the liquor cabinet, Y/n stomped over to the sofa, huffing as the patterned cream cushions embraced her. Still, Daniel refused to look her in the eye, and he even seemed a bit fidgety. They sat with about a foot between them and feeling more awkward than anyone preferred, she shuffled further to the other side, though still keeping away from where Micheal stood.

“Good,” he finally managed, “Now first things first, you owe the Wangs an apology for your recent…..behavior,” the word left his lips with such disgust that it almost made her feel dirty, “Now, Y/n.”

Y/n hated it, every single painstaking second of it. Being humiliated? And made to apologize like a child? Still, there was no use in embarrassing herself even more, “Mrs and Mrs. Wang,” Y/n powered through the stinging in her eyes and the thickness in her throat, “I am so sorry.” They eyed her suspiciously, but eventually nodded stiffly. “And Daniel,” Y/n turned to him, tentatively reaching out, surprised when he didn’t pull his hand way and looked at her directly for the first time, his features etched with the twinge of betrayal, “I can not begin to explain how sorry I am,” not for being with Keanu, but for hurting him, “I never, ever meant to hurt you. And I know that I can’t say anything that will make it up to you, but I hope you can forgive me.”

Daniel’s words were choked when they left his lips, “It’s not your fault,” he reassured, squeezing her hand lightly.

“It is her fault,” Micheal interjected angrily and Y/n could feel his stare burning into her, “She was careless and absolutely selfish,” once again addressing her, Micheal carried on, “This family has given you everything Y/n, and all we ask is that you secure your future.”

How dare he? The will to argue burned like hot coals, but Y/n bit her tongue, knowing full and well that no good would come from it anyway. “I know dad.”

If Micheal heard her, he didn’t seem to care, “But all you still ran after some actor who can’t do a damn thing for you,” he let his words sink in. Y/n desperately wished she could defend Keanu. He wasn’t just ‘some actor’, he was the man she loved, a good, kind man who she didn’t want to see a life without. “But thankfully,” Micheal continued, breaking her thoughts, “Li Jian and Alice have decided to forgive your stupidity and give you a second chance.”

Baffled, Y/n looked to Daniel’s parents, who in turn looked to Daniel. The next five minutes seemed to unfold in slow motion; Daniel gently freeing his hand from her loose grip, pushing himself off the sofa, only to sink down on one knee- right in front of her. As he reached into the inner breast pocket of his beige suit coat, Y/n sucked in a sharp breath and her heart quickened, and not in a good way.

“Y/n,” he began as sweetly as possible, his hands visibly shaking, as he flipped open the velvet ring box, “I know this probably isn’t how you imagined getting engaged- to me or anyone else, but I would be honored to be your husband, if you’d have me of course. Will you marry me?”

They hadn’t even exchanged ‘I love yous’ yet.

Y/n wasn’t even sure that she wanted to. Far less marry him.

But by the looks everyone was giving her, Y/n didn’t think that rejecting Daniel’s proposal was something she was allowed to do. She had to accept, for her family. It was who she was and it was bound to happen one day. The sooner she learned to accept that, the easier her life would be. And, besides, at least Daniel wasn’t a jerk like Jillian's husband.

Forcing a smile, Y/n hoped that Daniel would think her tears were those of happiness, “Yes,” she croaked, morphing into a mere onlooker as Daniel sighed in relief, proceeding to slip an engagement ring onto her finger. It was gorgeous; a large, emerald cut diamond sat in a micropavé setting, the expensive stones glittering in the yellow chandelier light, and Y/n really wished she could enjoy the moment, but between the haste in which it had happened and the triumphant looks of her parents, all it did was make Y/n’s heart sink.

That was not what she was expecting.

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gaamagirl565 · 4 years

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Matters of the heart ep 12

Matters of the heart Episode 12 A day to remember {OPENING CREDITS} {We open to old Corona orchard and people are setting up the orchard for the wedding} Isaiah: Okay good…. lanterns check…. wedding arch check... father being nervous and being teased by the king and mr. Lance…. double check…. {Draki slithers on his shoulder} Isaiah: Oh! Hi Draki! Check it out! {he holds up a clipboard} Isaiah: Grandpa gave me the job of going around and checking off things that are supposed to be on the list... Yep I'm quite the big shot around here… Akina: LOOK OUT! {Akina runs into him and knocks him over} Isaiah: owwwww... Akina: S-Sorry Isaiah! Isaiah: Akina? ...why are you...wearing heels? Akina:....I wanna look pretty...don’t tell mama… {Lily enters frame in a lovely green dress} Isaiah: Lily!...I...uhh...you...Your looking….uh...green!... Lily: what? Isaiah:....one moment… {Isaiah goes behind a tree and screams before coming back out} Isaiah: I’m good… Lily: ummm...okay...I came to get you to tell you apparently there's something going down. Zapada’s freaking out. Isaiah: is she okay? Lily: donno… Isaiah: well then this looks like a job for the master of wedding planning! {he holds up clipboard heroically} Lily: I hope you realize your grandfather gave you that job just so you would get out of the way… Isaiah: …. why you gotta do that to me? {Cut to Isaiah’s house and Rapunzel is doing Zapada’s hair} Rapunzel: Calm down Zapada...it’s going to be alright… Zapada: How can I calm it? The wedding is today! And the cake has not arrived, the flowers have not yet been acquired, and Varian knows nothing of it....but I had mothers necklace cleaned and it is not yet ready! Adira: This is why earrings and I never got married… Zapada: But... you have child? Adira: and? {silence} Zapada: never mind… {Isaiah, akina, and lily walk in} Isaiah: what’s going on? Rapunzel: It's alright kids just a bit of pre-wedding jitters... Adira:....Small one are you wearing heels? Akina: eep! Zapada: Wait! My wedding does not start until sundown... Isaiah... could you find it possible to head to town and acquire a few items? Isaiah: I don't see why I can't! Zapada: Ah! Blessed boy! Mulțumesc! {she hands him a list} Zapada: Take the wagon and horse! Go! Isaiah: You can count on the master of wedding planning! Akina: mama? May I go? Adira:...I suppose...But stay out of trouble, small one! Lily: I’ll go too! Keep these two out of trouble! Rapunzel: Alright you all can go but back here before sundown! Isaiah: Yes, Your majesty! Lily: Yes mom! Rapunzel: go! Go! Quickly! {They all run out; Cut to the main road and the wagon zips past the camera with Isaiah at the drivers seat and Lily and Akina in the back hanging on for dear life} Lily: Isaiah! Have you ever driven before!? Isaiah: Nope! Dad never lets me drive! Woo-hoo! Akina: I can see why! {They go over a bump and gallop through the main gate to the town; People dodge out of the way} Lily: Isaiah! Slow down! We want to get there but we want to get there alive and without homicide charges! Isaiah: ugh...okay, alright relax you kill joys...we’re here anyway… {He slows the horse to a stop} Isaiah: Well that was fun! {He looks in the back to see Akina holding onto Lily with messy hair and Lly glaring at him; cut to the three standing in town; Isaiah tears the list into 3 pieces} Isaiah: we’ll get done faster if we each have our own individual jobs...Akina you go get the cake... Lily...heh... you go get the flowers… Lily: Very funny… Isaiah: I'll get the necklace from the Jewelers.. once we're finished let's meet back here. Ready? Break! {They all run in different directions; cut to Atilla’s bakery}

Atilla: one cupcake! Two cupcakes! Three cup- {The door jingles and Atilla looks but no one is there; he goes back to baking} Atilla: four cupcakes! Akina: Ahem! Excuse me! Atilla: huh? {he walks over to the counter and looks down and sees Akina} Atilla: ….awwww! Hi there! Want a cupcake? Akina: um...actually… Atilla: I just made a fresh batch of croissants! with chocolate frosting in the middle! Akina:...sir.. Atilla: or perhaps you're more of a fruit person! I made some apple fritters! Akina: actually I'm here for a wedding cake that was supposed to be delivered today! Atilla: oh...sorry! you seem a little young to be getting married... or maybe you're just one of those really short people I'm sorry! Akina: N-NO! Not me!!! For miss Zapada! Atilla: OHHH! right! I have it all baked but I still have to decorate it... I suddenly got a huge order of cupcakes for a child's birthday party. Akina:... you still need to decorate it?.... maybe I can help... I used to help Papa with all the baking when I was little... maybe I can help you? Atilla:.. depends... can you hold icing in your hand and not eat it… akina: I can try… Atilla: You're hired! {he puts a chef hat on her and she giggles; Cut to the jewelers Isaiah walks in and the jeweler turns around ready to help} Jeweler: AH!...it’s you!... Isaiah: hello to you too? Jeweler: You...You blew up the marketplace! I lost a month's worth of revenue from that! Isaiah: oh for God’s sa-that was months ago! Jeweler: yes...but...still...what can I help you with? Isaiah: I’m here to pick up a Necklace? Was brought here by Zapada? Jeweler: oh...that one...ugh...yes I have it...but it’ll be ten gold pieces.. Isaiah: *Chokes* TEN GOLD PIECES!? The sign says cleaning is 5! Jeweler: Call it payment for all the suffering you've caused me after that horrible incident… Isaiah: So you're racking up the price for an event that happened months ago which you surely gained the money back for!? let's not forget I also suffered! do you not see my face!? Jeweler: I could always rack it up to 15… Isaiah: why you stingy little…. {He throws ten gold pieces on the counter} Isaiah: well?...take it or leave it! {The jeweler takes the money and hands over the polished necklace} Jeweler: pleasure doing business with you... Isaiah: Yeah Whatever… {He goes to walk out} Jeweler: Traitor’s son… {Isaiah flinches but walks out with his head high; cut to the flower shop and Lily is looking at the various flowers as the old florist makes the wedding bouquet} Old florist: Something wrong my princess? Lily: just... I keep wondering if... I don't know... if I'm pretty enough to be considered a princess. Old florist: it's a boy isn't it? Lily: huh!? Old florist: I've lived a long time dearie…. I know that look in your eyes as well as I know the flowers in this shop. you're looking for someone to notice you. Lily: well... there is one boy... I chose the prettiest dress I could for this wedding hoping maybe... just maybe... he would see me as more than just a princess…. Old florist: I see... and what happened? Lily: he said I looked green…. {The old lady chuckles} Old florist: men can be a funny thing. sometimes when they see something so lovely they become tongue-tied and don't know what to say. another time they don't notice at all. let me tell you something my princess. if there's one thing I've learned from all these years on this Earth it's that people don't pay attention to what you look like. if you truly want a person to respect you for who you are rather than what you are show them through action not appearances. Lily: how do I do that? Old florist: just be yourself...Be Lily... don't be princess Lily… {The old florist walks over and fixes her hair with flowers in it} Lily:. i...I look lovely… {The old florist hands her the bouquet} Old florist: Remember you may be lovely on the outside but what really matters is what's on the inside. without beauty within we are nothing. Now go shine yourself bright. {Lily hugs her} Lily: Thank you! {She runs out of the store; Isaiah runs up to the wagon} Isaiah: Where is everyone-WHOA! {Akina is behind him covered in frosting with Atilla next to her holding a beautiful white cake decorated with flowers and pink sugar crystals to look like quartz} Isaiah: holy mackerel… Atilla: she did a good job right? Isaiah: Akina YOU did that!? Akina: y-yes? Isaiah: It’s amazing!! Akina: Really! I did my best! R-really I did! Lily: What’s going on? Isaiah: Aki-wow …. Lily: Isaiah? Akina: Lily you look soooo pretty! Isaiah: yeah...beautiful…… {Lily smiles and blushes} Isaiah: Bwag! Uhh! We need to get back! Got everything!? Akina: right-o captain! {Isaiah goes to hop in the drivers seat but Lily is already there} Isaiah: huh!? Lily: oh no you don’t! I’m driving now! Isaiah: mmmnnn fine!!! Lily: alright everyone in? Then off we go! Hyah! {She tells the horse to canter; they pass by a shop} Isaiah: Wait! {Lily stops the horse; Isaiah takes out a small round object and tosses it into the store; a boom is heard followed by a girlish scream} Jeweler: MY GEMS!!! {Lily glares at him} Isaiah: what?...Oh relax it was one of my dads Bath bombs! Keep going! {she canters the horse; cut to the orchard and Varian getting ready to stand by the arch} Quirin: how do you feel? Varian: nervous...but excited… Quirin: just like I was...you’ve done everything for your family and now it’s getting bigger...I proud of you son. Varian: Thanks dad… {Cut to Zapada outside the orchard} Zapada: where are they!? Rapunzel: Zapada: they’ll be here soon! But the wedding is starting very soon! Zapada: mmnn...alright….lets how you say...do this… {Lily has the horse at a gallop} Isaiah: and MY driving was bad? Lily: oh hush up! We’re going to be late! Akina: Lily We’re almost there slow down! We’re gonna-! {The wagon breaks a wheel on a rock sending everything in the back including Akina flying} Isaiah: NOO! Lily: ...my bad. Zapada: here we go..sigh...hmm? {Suddenly she catches the bouquet and her necklace} Zapada: Oh!? {The cake lands upright on a table} Varian: ummmm Quirin:...did I just see what I think I saw or am I finally losing it with age? {Distant screaming slowly becomes louder} Lance: MY GIRL! {He catches Akina} Akina: Papa! Lance: why are you covered in frosting? {Isaiah runs up by his dad and Lily runs to her chair} Rapunzel: Well..everything seems to be...in order now...you ready? Zapada:...Da...yes..I am… {The wedding march starts and Zapada walks down the aisle in a white off the shoulder dress with long sleeves, a braid and a flower crown; Varians eyes widen upon seeing her and he feels tears well up} Eugene: he cried pay up… Lance: d’ohhh… {He hands him a few coins and Zapada gets to the arch; Varian kisses her} Isaiah: Dad!...PSST!...Dad! Not yet! Varian: oops!..hehe sorry.. Preacher: Ladies and gentlemen we gather here under the sight of God to join in union this man and this woman in holy matrimony. {As he speaks the camera pans to different people in the crowd looking happy, loving on their significant other, or smiling} Preacher: Varian do you promise to love and cherish this woman, honor her, and be there for her in sickness and in health till death do you part? Varian:...I do… Preacher: Zapada do you promise to love and cherish this man, honor him, and be there for him in sickness and in health till death do you part? Zapada: I do… Peacher: may we have the rings… {Eugene gives the rings} Preacher: repeat after me. With this ring I thee wed… Varian: Zapada... With this ring I thee wed. Zapada: Varian... With this ring I thee wed… Preacher: With the power vested in me...I now declare you Husband and wife...you may k-!? {Zapada jumps and kisses Varian; the crowd cheers and Isaiah smiles Isaiah runs up and hugs them; begin montage of the celebration} {flash one} Zapada: *puts cake on Varians nose* Varian: *laughs* {flash two} Zapada: *throws bouquet* Adira: *accidentally catches it* Lance: *high fives Eugene* {flash three} {everyone is slow dancing} Lily: so uh...Isaiah...you wanna...dance? Isaiah:...o-okay… {Isaiah leads her out to the dance floor and they dance awkwardly at first but ease into it} Isaiah: so umm..you really do look nice tonight lily...and uh..you look...um.. You got flowers...and...ummm {Lily rolls her eyes and gives him a peck on the lips} Lily: hehe shut up… Isaiah:....okay… {pan to Varian and Zapada} Varian: Everything you ever dreamed? Zapada: even more… {They kiss} {END CREDITS}

#tangled #tts #rta #tangled the series #rapunzel’s tangled adventure #MotH #Isaiah #Varian #Zapada #Lily #Akina #tangled next gen

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rmg91 · 5 years

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The Woes and Antics of Living Together-12

So here's a bit I've been waiting to write! It fought me a little but I think it turned out in the end c: Also sorry for any inaccuracies for the main thing this chapter's about, I did what research I could but sometimes real life experience is better for things and well...I haven't gotten a tattoo yet XD Oops? Did I just give away what happens? Guess you'll have to read and find out ;)

Enjoy!

Previous Chapter/Next Chapter; AO3/FF.net

@writerofberk The next chapter is out and Branch is a good (boy)friend to Poppy!

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Poppy sat in the park one bright and clear afternoon a few days later, scrapbook laid out in front of her as she cut out decorative pieces of paper out. The last few days had been spent silently arguing with Branch by trading his shirt back and forth. She'd had given back, as much as she had really wanted to keep it, and the next day found it laying on her bed. When confronted, Branch reiterated that he had said it was fine if she kept it. Except it clearly wasn't as he wouldn't even look at her when he said it! So the two had been shuffling it back and forth and she was gonna make sure he kept it or so help her-! Taking a deep breath, she was out here scrapbooking as a stress relief after all, the pinkette tapped her phone to play some music as she mused what to do with the current page.

It wasn't long before she was pulled from her musings with a shout of her name, “Poppy!”

Looking up, she grinned at the sight of her friends coming over, “Hey, guys! What's up?”

“Look who's here!” Satin crooned, pulling one teal haired, extreme sports expert over.

“Oh my gosh!” Poppy squealed, jumping up for a hug, “Ripley! Hey!”

“Hey yourself, Popstar~” Ripley greeted with a wink.

Ripley Turner was a twenty-three year old extreme sport enthusiast and an old high-school friend of the Snack Pack. She made a living off of blogs about all the various sports and activities she did and in turn got to travel the world. It was a rare event for her to decide to show up in Bergenville.

“What you doing here?” Poppy asked excitedly.

Ripley smirked and nudged Satin, “Came to see my favorite designer of course~” Satin blushed and giggled as Chenille rolled her eyes, “And her equally cool sister.”

“Thanks, Ripley.” The older twin said with a bit of sass before sitting by Poppy. Prompting Guy, Suki, Smidge and Biggie to do the same.

Before Poppy could ask anything else, Satin was bouncing up and down, “Oooh~! Show her!”

“Show me what?”

Ripley chuckled and turned to raise a bit of her tank up, “Check it!” She had revealed a new tattoo, one of many, of a pink scaled mermaid with teal hair cradling a large gem stone.

“Wooow.” Poppy awed before grinning at the older woman, “Very nice.”

The conversation moved on from there to some of Ripley's adventures and on goings. She had been surfing down in the tropics and was heading to the mountains next to do some free climbing. Of course, she first had to come to the Couture twins, or rather Satin, before speeding off to her next quest. Poppy insisted they have a little party and go clubbing before she had to leave to which Ripley happily agreed. It was after that, she and Satin went to go skateboarding leaving the rest of the group to chat.

Once they were gone, Chenille slumped on the table and buried her head in her arms with a groan. The rest the Pack chuckled sympathetically as Biggie patted her back. It was well known throughout their group how much Chenille put up with when the sporty woman was around.

“I love Ripley, I do! And I know Satin does too,” She groaned, “But I am not looking forward to the post Ripley Departure depression.”

“Don't worry, Chenille.” Biggie consoled, “We'll help cheer Satin up, like always.”

“Yeah, we've gotten pretty good at it.” Smidge boasted, “Isn't that right, Poppy?”

“Yeah, uh-huh,” Poppy distractedly replied, phone held steady in her hands as she looked at pictures.

Suki leaned over her shouldered and chuckled, “She's scrolling again.”

“I'm gonna do it this time, you guys. I mean it!” Poppy had decided a long time ago she had wanted a tattoo and seeing the newest one of Ripley's had made her determined to finally commit to have an image forever etched into her skin. If only she could choose something! There were so many great choices! Hearts, butterflies, cats, pride symbols, fish, mermaids, she could even get one of her little troll-self if she wanted! She just couldn't decide and it was driving her crazy!

Guy laughed lightly, “We've all heard that one before. What are the choices this time?”

“Uugg! Too many!” And the pinkette folded onto the table to groan into her scrapbook, “Help me.”

“Well...” Biggie started, looking pensive, “Perhaps you should first choose what category you'd want? Cute, fancy, abstract. Something with words maybe?”

“Yeah!” Smidge cheered, “You could get something with your fave lyrics!”

“With some music notes! Or a guitar?” Suki suggested.

“Perhaps maybe something immortalizing someone special?” Guy prompted, “Like Fuzzbert.”

Poppy groaned again, those were all such great ideas! She loved music but deciding on favorite lyrics? She loved too many different songs to choose just one. She liked the music note idea but thought they'd really go best with some lyrics. She loved her cat but immortalizing him on her skin...didn't feel right. “I don't knoooooow....”

“Oh!” Chenille exclaimed, “Why not get one of those cupid hearts? With the arrow going through it?” She then giggled, “With yours and Creek's names in it?”

Poppy looked up at Chenille, blush dusting her cheeks, “Oh...That's...good...” She didn't hate that idea, “But...Creek and I aren't actually together yet. I donno if I should...”

“You so should!” Cheered Chenille, the rest of their friends nodding in agreement, “It'd be so romantic.”

“And maybe then he'd finally ask out for real!” Added Smidge.

“And you could live happily ever after~” Cooed Biggie.

“Well....” Poppy bit her lip to keep herself from smiling too much. Smidge had a point, maybe it'd be the final push for Creek to finally ask her to be his girlfriend.

“You know you want to, Pops...” Needled Suki, elbowing her.

“Oh yes. You so do.” Added Guy, smirking.

Poppy whined low in her throat before crying out, “Okay, okay! I do! I want to do that idea!” She giggled happily as her friends cheered, “Think you guys can help me keep it a secret until I get it? Oh! I should ask him to come with me when I get it!”

“Yes!”

“Totally!”

“Okay!” Poppy said with determination, “I'll ask Creek to come with me when I get my first tattoo but first...Help me design it?”

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“You're going to do what?!”

Poppy rolled her eyes at Branch's expected reaction to hearing she was getting a tattoo. She had brought it up while they did the dishes that evening. Although she hadn't told him what she was getting yet, she wanted it to be kept as secret as it could before she actually got it. Not that she thought Branch would go and ruin the surprise to Creek, she just wanted to keep the final design to herself until she got it. Plus Branch always got so weird whenever she talked about Creek and she just had a feeling he'd be even more adamant she not get it once he heard who she was getting it for.

Branch couldn't believe Poppy wanted to do something so ridiculous and irresponsible...Okay he could, she'd done things like that before but a tattoo?! That was permanent! It be with her for the rest of her life! Didn't she know all the risks involved?! Then of course there was the question of what if she changed her mind? She could never change it or remove it! It was a terrible idea.

“Poppy.” He said seriously, looking her in the eye, “Don't you know what bad idea this is?! It's permanent! You can never get it removed! What if the artist does a terrible job, hmm? What if you flinch and gets ruined? What if they don't sterilize the needles correctly and you get an infection?!” He waved his hands around, “This isn't like the time you drew cupcakes all over yourself and then hour later changed them to kittens! You can't change your mind once it's there! Have you thought of that?!”

Huffing, Poppy crossed her arms and stared at her worry-wort of a roommate, “Branch. I've thought about this for a year, this isn't a random decision made on a whim. Also the artist I'm going to is very well recommended so I doubt there's any reason to worry about it getting messed up or infected.” She smirked at him, “And I am not going to change my mind. I know what I want.”

The dark haired man rolled his eyes, “You say that now.”

“I mean it,” Poppy pouted, “Plus I can always get another if I do want something different. So I'm getting this, wither you approve or not.”

Branch frowned, “Fine. Just don't blame me when you regret this. I warned you.” He then turned to go to his room.

“I'm not gonna regret this!” Poppy called after him after she stuck her tongue out at him. She wasn't, her design was perfect.

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A few days later found Poppy pacing and fidgeting across the street from the tattoo parlor she'd chosen as she waited for Creek to show up. While she was certain she wanted this, she couldn't help but be a little nervous about it. She had always thought having one would be cool and had gone back and forth with getting it throughout most of high school but just hadn't gone through with it. It honestly hadn't been since the last year that she had seriously thought about it and had been looking at ideas. And she knew this was going to be with her forever and that it could hurt but Poppy wasn't going to let that, or paranoid roommate's, stop her.

Checking her phone for the time and wondering where her not-quite boyfriend was, the pinkette sort of wished the rest of the Pack, or at least maybe Suki or Smidge, was there with her. They had all decided to make themselves busy with work or other obligations so she could be here with only Creek as to not get in the way of any official asking out. Poppy loved that they did that but she really wanted some company right now. For moral support.

She sighed and was about to steer herself into the parlor when her phone beeped. Jumping slightly, she pulled it back out to see a text from Creek.

'Can't make it, Love. Apologies.'

Oh...

Poppy unconsciously pouted, disappointed he wasn't coming but was sure he had a good reason. He always did. But now she was going to have to get her first tattoo by herself and she wasn't so sure she wanted to do that. But all her friends were busy... Well everyone except Branch, who was actually off today but was against her gong through with this. Biting her lip and bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, Poppy decided to give it a chance anyway and poked at Branch's contact in her phone. If he said no, as he probably would, she'd go in anyway! She was Poppy Meadows and she never backed down!

“What?” Branch's bored voice echoed from the phone.

“Will you come join me?! Creek can't make it and everyone else is busy!” Poppy said in a rush, her nervous energy making her talk fast, “Pleeease, Branch? I'll do anything if you go with me! Bake your favorite dessert, cook dinner, not sing or play pop music for an entire night! I know you don't want me to do this but I really want a little moral support, please?!”

She waited with bated breath before she heard him sigh, “Fine...Where are you?”

Poppy jumped up and down, her bracelets jingling, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Ooooh~ I'm so gonna hug you when you get here! No question!” Giggling a little she spun in place before telling Branch where she was, “See you soon~!”

“Yeah, yeah...”

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It luckily only took Branch about twenty minutes to find the place Poppy was waiting at, finding her dancing in nervous excitement. He still couldn't believe she was going through with this, tattoo's were a big deal! He hoped whatever design she had was something she wouldn't mind having forever because he had looked up just how difficult it was to change certain ones. He also couldn't believe he'd agreed to be her moral support. Where were all her wonderful friends? Shouldn't they be here to cheer her on with this horrible decision? They were probably the cause of this was happening in the first place and-No. No. Branch mentally scolded himself because he knew, deep down, the Snack Pack were all good people who just supported Poppy the same why she supported them. And if he continued down that thought path he'd inevitably insult them in someway this afternoon and that would upset Poppy. Which was something he didn't want to deal with today if he could help it because he hated feeling guilty.

Approaching her, he made to say something but she noticed him first and hugged him without warning, “Oh my glitter! Thank you again!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay! Get off!” He cried, pushing her away, “Let's just go get your horrible life choice over.”

Poppy stuck her tongue out at him, “Don't be such a spoil-sport. Come on!” She grabbed his hand and pulled him across the street and into the shop.

A little bell twinkled as Poppy pushed open the door and dragged Branch inside before looking around with awe. Shops like this never stopped to amaze her since they could be so different from other places. A glass front counter sat on the right with the register, displays of knick-knacks and pictures of past and favorite customers on the shelves. All around the shop were displays of the varying designs that this shop offered and more pictures of amazing and complicated tattoos. There were also displays around the shop holding the choices for multiple different body piercings, something else this particular shop offered. Last but not least was a curtained off area in the back where the chairs and supplies sat, waiting to be used.

As Poppy and Branch looked around by the entrance, a tall, statuesque red haired woman with tattoos all down her arms and across her chest came out from behind the curtain, where a buzzing sound could be heard, “Hey. Welcome. What can I do for you today?”

“Hi!” Poppy enthusiastically greeted, hopping up to the counter with a grin, “I was looking to get a tattoo today.”

The woman chuckled at Poppy's excitement, “Alright.” She turned to the nearby computer and started typing, “Do you have anything in mind? Or are you choosing from our collection today?”

“I-um...I have a design.” Poppy giggled, a light blush staining her cheeks as she pulled out the sketch Chenille had helped her draw. A large red heart with an arrow going through it and her name and Creek's done it fancy cursive. It even had a few colorful flowers and music notes peppered around for fun. She handed it over for the other woman to see.

The employee took a look at it with a grimace, “Ah...”

“Is-is something wrong with it?”

“No.” She was quick to assure, “It's just...tattoo's like this can be....regretted later on more often than not. What if you and you're boyfriend,” Her eyes flashed briefly to Branch, who was wandering the store, “Break up?”

“Oh!” Poppy waved a hand over her shoulder, “That's my roommate. As for my...boyfriend I don't think we'll break up.” Well, once they were actually together that was, “He's amazing.”

“Ah, well,” The worker shrugged, “Customer's always right.” She then placed the sketch by the scanner and continued typing, “Should be about fifteen minutes until the artist's free.”

Poppy nodded with a smile before looking around the shop some more. Finding a book of examples on the counter, she began flipping through, interested in seeing what else could be done. Humming a little tune, she saw lots of interesting ideas, including some that she thought fit her friends perfectly. Maybe she could convince them to get a tattoo one day, they could even get matching ones! Flipping the next page, Poppy suddenly paused, eyes being drawn to a sun design, the wavy rays stretching outward. It almost looked like the sun symbol from Tangled and Poppy couldn't help but be interested in it.

“Excuse me?” She asked pointing to the design, “How much would this one be?”

The red head looked over, “About the same.” She smiled kindly at Poppy, “Do you want a few minutes to decide if you'd rather want that one? I don't have to scan this yet.”

“Um...” Poppy bit her lip before nodding. She had really wanted the one for her and Creek but now...she wasn't so sure.

Meanwhile Branch was looking around the various displays and wondering just why people got some of these images permanently inked onto their skin. Some were just plain weird and questionable. Then there were the body piercing choices, some of which looked extremely painful. Although he did see one particular little charm that had just sung Poppy to him and he was eternally grateful she wasn't getting a belly button piecing as he wasn't quite sure what he'd do with that knowledge.

Branch was about to turn and rejoin Poppy at the register when she came rushing over, grabbing onto his arm and looking torn, “What's wrong?”

“I....Well...” Poppy stalled before explaining, “I was looking through this book of choices they have upfront and I saw a design I really like and now I don't know what to get! Help?!”

Branch sighed, of course something like this would happen, this was why he told her not to do it. At least she was having this issue now before she was sitting down with the needle about to pierce her skin, “I thought you wanted the design you and your friends came up with?”

“Our friends. And I did-Do! I just....” She bit her lip and Branch had to focus hard on not wanting to cup her face and stop her from doing so, “I saw this sun design and it reminded of Tangled and I really, really like it cause I can totally see it on me and I feel like it's calling to me but then if I do, I'll disappoint everyone by not getting the one we worked on!”

“Poppy.” Branch said, placing his hands on her shoulders and looking her in the eye, “As much as I disapprove of this, it's your body. This thing will be with you forever, get something you know you want. Your friends will understand and if they don't, it's their problem not yours. Get this sun if you want it so badly and wait and get this mystery design some other time.”

Poppy opened her mouth to reply before really thinking about Branch just said. He did have a point, there wasn't anything stopping her from coming back and getting another one. And now that she thought about it maybe she should wait to get the one for Creek until after they were together. It could be an anniversary present of something! She smiled up at Branch, eyes twinkling, “You're right. I can always get the other one some other time. Thanks~”

Branch gulped and forced the blush threatening to rise down when she thanked him, “Don't mention it. Really.” He pulled back and crossed his arms, “I still think this is a bad idea.”

“Too bad~” She winked at him, “You just said it's my body and I can do want I want with it.” And with a giggle, she went back to the front counter to confirm the design she wanted.

About ten minutes later the buzzing in the back stopped and a two men stepped out. One shook the other's hand before waving to the red head as he exited. The other man, one with even more tattoo's than the woman, was burly with short shaved haired and multiple piercings including one in his lip. While his outer appearance almost screamed 'bad guy' there was a kind look in his blue eyes. He grinned at the woman warmly, “Alright, Rita. Anyone else?”

Rita smirked and gestured to Poppy, “Right here.”

“Hey! How ya doin'?” The man gave his hand to Poppy to shake, “Name's Alex.”

“Poppy.”

Alex grinned and shoved his hands in his pockets, “So getting a tat today, are you? First one?” At Poppy's nod he laughed joyously, “Then you came to right place. This way, little lady.”

As she and Branch followed his toward the back, Poppy asked, “Would it be alright if we filmed a little bit of the process for my vlog?”

“Go right ahead! I'm always happy to share the artistry.” Alex said, sitting in a rolling chair and pointing Poppy toward another chair as Rita handed him a few pieces of paper. He rolled over to sit in front of Poppy as she handed her purse to Branch, “So getting a sun today, huh?” The artist grinned as Poppy giggled and nodded, “Seems like a fitting choice. So what size were ya thinkin'?”

Poppy and Alex talked logistics about the tattoo for a little while, size and where she wanted it. They also spoke about how she wanted it colored and Alex suggested making it variegate from yellow in the center to orange in the rays with a dark red/orange outline. Poppy agreed with the idea so Alex had her turn in the chair and rest her arms on an arm rest while he marked out the position on her left shoulder blade. Poppy had already decided that's where she had wanted it and had worn a halter top to make things easier. Once Alex confirmed the place for it with Poppy he pasted the template on her skin, transferring the outline before rolling over to gather the needles and ink.

Poppy grinned up at Branch, who had been watching somewhat impressed at how thorough Alex was with his questions and suggestions, “Hey? Grab my camera from my purse and start filming? Please?”

Sighing, Branch rolled his eyes, “I still don't understand your need to vlog everything.” But he still grabbed the smaller camera from her purse and fiddled with it to turn it on.

Alex rolled back over, bringing a tray with ink, wipes and the needles necessary for the process before attaching the first needle to the machine. He smiled and asked, “Okay, ready?”

Poppy took a deep breath and tried to relax her shoulders before holding out a hand to Branch. She looked up at him with pleading, amber eyes and after a second, he gave her his to hold tightly as he filmed with his free hand. At her nod, Alex turned on the machine and began drawing.

It surprisingly didn't hurt as much as Poppy had expected and she was pleasantly surprised when it was announced she had the first few lines done. The rest of the time Alex took to do the outline, he talked to her and Branch, asking questions on what they did and such. Rita eventually joined them, leaning against a wall and helping to distract Poppy from what little pain she did feel. Soon enough Alex proclaimed the outline done as he wiped away excess ink. Once done, he switched the needles and dipped it into the yellow ink before he began to color.

~*~*~*~*~*~

All in all it took perhaps not quite two hours with the little waiting they did and the time it took for Poppy and Alex to talk about what she wanted before her new tattoo was done. Alex finished wiping all the excess ink off before pulling back and declaring it finished before pulling over a mirror to help Poppy see it. She exclaimed it was perfect and thanked him profusely before he bandaged it up and gave her a pamphlet on aftercare.

“Thank you again soo much~!” Poppy squealed, dancing in place but being careful not to jiggle her shoulder too much, it did hurt just a little.

“You're welcome!” Alex laughed as Rita cleaned up a bit, “If you have any questions or concerns just let us know. You can come in or contact us via phone or email. “ He then winked playfully, “And, of course, if you ever want another you know where to come.”

Poppy giggled, “Of course!” She then turned and started hopping out the door, “Come on, Branch. We need to make a stop for some scent free lotion.”

Rolling his eyes, Branch nodded goodbye to the artists and followed Poppy out, “No need. I already got you some.” At her surprised look, he shrugged, “What? I did some research and decided to save you a trip.”

Alex chuckled as their conversation was cut off by the closing of the door and a bell twinkle, “Cute couple. Bet you anything he decides her tattoo was worth getting once he gets use to seeing it.”

Rita laughed, “Yeah, 'cept they're not a couple. Apparently he's just the roommate.”

“If he's just the roommate, than I'm three feet tall.”

Rita shrugged, “Hey. Whatever their relationship, I'm just glad he talked her out of the tat she wanted first. Her and the apparent boyfriend's name.”

Alex groaned, “Oooh, those are horrible. Nobody should never get those.” He then chuckled, “Good on that guy then. That sun was much more appropriate for a happy girl like that.”

“Agreed.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

“So you'll help me take some pictures of my tat later, won't you?” Poppy asked as they walked down the sidewalk, “Please?”

“Anything else the princess demands?”

Poppy elbowed him lightly, “How about we order out tonight? Or stop somewhere? You did kind of do me a big favor by coming with me so... least I can do is give you a break from cooking. Once in a while at least, wouldn't want you getting rusty.”

“Haha.” Branch glanced at her before looking away. He would do pretty much anything she asked of him because of his feelings, not that she knew that, “And sure. We can stop somewhere.”

“Yay! Let's go!” She grabbed his hand and started happily pulling him down the street.

~*~*~*~*~*~

And there you go! Poppy now has a tattoo! Also give it up for more random OCs that came about! Anyway, not too much to say here other than I hope you liked it and to stay tuned for more~!

#Dreamworks Trolls #Branch #Poppy #Broppy #fanfiction #Human AU #Modern AU #Roommate AU #dreamworkstrolls #Snack Pack #Ripley

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The Freshman 2-11b

The Freshman Book 2 - 11b Chapter 11b: A Hard Day’s Night

***Labeled as 2-11b in my masterlist - new chapters added to include more***

Masterlist - go here for other chapters and related original fics

Disclaimer: The following are fics (adaptations from actual game chapters AND original works) to Choices: The Freshman series. It is a fictional adaptation. I do not work for Pixelberry Studios, the game developer or own the rights to the characters Chris Powell, Nicole or any other IN GAME character. All of the ORIGINAL characters, storylines and events were developed, by me, for this adaptation of The Freshman story.

Comments: I enjoyed playing Choices: The Freshman… But it needed more. I’ve included certain things that aren’t really full fic size in order to add more substance to the story. I ALSO have quite a few full size fics throughout. I wanted to see MC and Chris through their college years, and more… with additional angst, fluff, sweetness, real life and overall detail - so here you go.

Word Count: 10,232

NSFW moments in some chapters - Mature Readers Only Please

Paring: MC x Chris

POV: ~MC~ or ~Chris~

~MC~

The tall freshman begins to stir, something telling her that it was time to get up. She uncurls from her standard sleeping position and blinks slowly a few times. She’s cold, which by the looks of her surroundings, she shouldn't be. MC was still in Chris’s room, which means he should be wrapped around her, like he typically is when they sleep in the same bed. Her brow furrows as she begins to sit up, thinking that he must have left without waking her to go to the gym.

The sudden movement behind her startles MC and she spins quickly at the hip, eyes wide as she finds the quarterback in question still in bed behind her. She frowns when she looks at him though, instantly feeling that something was off. Chris’s body language was unusual for his normal behaviors, laying fat with one arm bent and laying across his eyes. That wasn't the strange part though, or the fact that he was completely without covers seeing as he is a walking furnace. It’s the flushed tint to his cheeks, the light sheen of sweet across his now bare chest that was worrying her. Chris went to bed wearing a t-shirt and had been under the covers with her when they finally passed out the night before.

Something was wrong.

MC moves gently, shifting her legs around until she's kneeling on the bed next to her boyfriend. She shimmies closer, leaning forward enough to grasp his forearm and pull it down from his face. When she does he takes a deep breath and shifts, but it sounds a thick and his eyes don't open. They just slide back and forth under his lids as if he’s in a dream. It’s usually not hard to wake Christopher Powell, something MC has learned the hard way over the last few months.

This was not a good sign.

She lays the underside of her wrist on his forehead and waits. It doesn't feel abnormally hot, but his skin feels warmer and a little clammy. MC sits back on her heels and chews her lower lip as she assesses his behavior. He doesn't seem to have a fever, at least not a high one. His skin still looks normal, minus the mild sticky feeling at the touch.

“Maybe he just had a bad night’s sleep?” She mumbles to herself.

Her spoken words change everything, turning him to her like a beacon of light in the night for a lost ship. Chris’s eyes flutter open, searching the space around him slowly before his gaze falls on hers. “Hey baby.”

Her brow furrows and he seems to notice, his own expression beginning to mirror her look of concern. “What’s wrong beautiful?”

She continues to chew on her bottom lip, occasionally shifting to gnaw on the inside of her cheek as she lays her hand on his arm. “Do you feel okay Chris?”

He frowns deeper as he sits up, his eyes never leaving hers. “Ayuh… why?” He reaches to hold her hand, wrapping his warm one around hers as he clears his throat. “What is it?”

MC pulls her hand from his, reaching out to place one flat on his chest, the other on his forehead again. “I woke up cold and thought I was alone… when I turned to find you in bed, you…” Her nose scrunches up. “Well you looked like you might be sick, I swear you were kinda hot and even sweating.”

Chris gives her a small smile. “MC, I don’t get sick… not like colds or anything. I’m alright.”

She shakes her head. “I donno. I think something’s wrong.” Her eyebrow arches as she continues to speak. “I mean seriously, you skipped going to the gym...”

He chuckles while gently wrapping his hands around hers before bringing them to his lips. He kisses both sets of knuckles lightly before resting their joined hands in her lap. “Okay, I skipped the gym. After yesterday I wanted to be here when you woke up... and I didn’t feel like fighting you to go with me this morning.”

MC snorts. “Liar.”

He shrugs. “I really am okay. My throat is a little sore but I was running around like crazy yesterday, I probably just need a day off.”

Her eyes narrow and he laughs again. “Come on Doc… let’s go get some breakfast and head to class.”

The pair manages to get ready for the day with just enough time to stop by the campus cafe and grab a few items. MC gives him a curious look when he orders twice his normal coffee order and barely eats his breakfast croissant.

As they walk towards their first classes, Chris catches her eyeing him suspiciously as he takes a long drag from his cup. “What woman?”

His smile was wide, but not as bright as she’s used to seeing. “Feeling tired? Not super hungry?”

Chris shrugs and switches his cup to the other hand before using the now free one to pull her close. When he doesn't say anything, her eyes narrow and she studies him even harder than before.

~Chris~

Feeling the hole being burned into the side of his face, the tall freshman turns and immediately begins to laugh. “Oh my god, whaaaaat…”

She stops and crosses her arms, forcing him to stop with her so he doesn’t drag her forward. “You're not a big coffee guy… remember? And not eating all of your food? Who are you…”

Chris takes a deep breath and shakes his head. He wants her to let this go. He doesn't get sick, not like this. Sure he had the flu once as a kid, but it’s rare for him to get sick. He wasn't sick. He can’t be getting sick. He doesn't have the time for something like this right now.

When his gaze moves back to hers he shifts uncomfortably. “I told you MC, I’m fine.” When her frown deepens he sighs and pulls her into his chest. “Really.”

She burrows her nose into his chest and he swears he can feel the cold tip through his sweater. “Can we go to class now? If we’re late, the professor is going to kill us.”

MC begrudgingly agrees and they make double time, making it into the room just in time to see the professor walking in. The day continues like normal, the two meeting when possible between classes, getting a bite together for lunch and eventually heading to their last class for the day.

~MC~

MC waits for Chris in the hallway outside of his history class and searches on her phone. She’s noticed his behaviors changing more throughout the day. He had become more sluggish, barely eating half of his lunch, drinking from his water bottle more than usual, let out the occasional cough. Things like that.

Being someone who had seasonal change reactions, typical sore throats and mild coughs thanks to her sinuses, MC was no stranger to his current predicament. If he would just let her help, she could possibly cut his inevitable suffering time in half. Maybe even lower, but he had been so stubborn with her all day.

The door to his classroom opens and she looks up from her position against the wall, her gaze gliding across student after student until they finally land on his broad back. When Chris steps out into the hall and he looks absolutely drained. She watches as he takes a deep breath, reaching up to drag his hand through his hair.

Compared to the cute, controlled loose curls it had when they left the suite this morning, it was now fluffy and generally messy. She can tell he has been running his hand through it a lot throughout the day. Just another sign that something isn't right. Chris typically only plays with or pulls on his hair when he’s anxious, unsettled, angry or upset in some way.

“Or sick.” She says softly to herself, adding it to the list as she begins to approach him.

Chris meanders through the halls, angling his wide frame between other students and faculty as he goes. MC watches his movements as she gains on him, shaking her head briefly as he continues to prove her theory correct. She sighs and reaches out, sliding her hand through his arm and hooking on his elbow.

~Chris~

He spins at the contact, his eyes down on the hand around his arm before he turns his gaze to its owner. His eyes look up and MC gives him a soft smile, watching his concerned expression from someone touching him so intimately. The moment he sees its her everything changes, his face becoming soft and loving.

“Hey babe… I was going outside to look for you.” He gives her a sluggish smile, doing his best to hide the fact that he’s actually starting to feel a little rough after the long day.

“We got out early so I waited for you.” She kisses his jacketed shoulder as he pulls her closer. “Come on, let's go back to the suite.”

They walk for a while in silence, almost making it to the parking lot of their building before Chris decides to say something. “You don’t have to do this yanno.”

MC glances over at him, her expression overly innocent. “Walk with you to the suite?”

He hasn’t forgotten her words of concern from earlier in the day. They are still quite clear on her face even though she hasn't verbally brought it up again. He takes a deep breath, doing a quick assessment of how he feels, deciding that it could be worse, deciding it's just some sinus irritation that will go away by tomorrow. There was no way he was going to tell her she might be right. He just needs to go to bed earlier tonight. Just needs to get more rest. He will be good in the morning. He has to be. Sebastian wasn't going to rest, so he couldn't either.

Chris takes a deep breath and shakes his head as he tightens his grip around her shoulders. “No Miss Cherry. Play nurse. I told you I was fine. I don’t want you to worry about me.”

“I didn't say anything.” She mumbles as she turns her focus forward.

“You didn't have to. I’ve seen the look on your face all day…” He leans over and kisses her temple. “I just need to chill out, take a break. I’ve been working too hard on this campaign stuff.”

“Uh huh.” She grumbles as they reach their building.

~MC~

They make their way inside and end up working on more homework for a while. Zack and Tyler are at the table too, working through their shared math class as Chris and MC work through various assignments.

After a while, Chris mentions needing another book and disappears into the dark hallway, heading for his room. When he’s gone for an unreasonable amount of time, MC stands and leaves the kitchen table to check on him.

The guys both look up and Zack frowns. “He’s getting worse isn't he…”

MC glances at him and nods with a frown. “Yes, and he's so damn stubborn about it.”

Tyler laughs and puffs his chest out, doing his best impression of his friend. “But Mainers don't get sick.”

Zack swats at him and he instantly deflates. “What… it's true. Cold and flu infection numbers are actually quite low in Maine compared to the rest of the United States.”

Their curly haired friend comically face palms as Tyler shrugs and throws his arms up in defense. “I mean...”

MC shakes her head and turns back to the hall, ignoring the two behind her as she approaches the quarterback's cracked door. She hears something further down the hall though and pauses, looking up to find Kaitlyn standing halfway out of her doorway, clearly frozen when she sees MC.

The tall blonde opens her mouth to say something, but she never gets the chance, seeing how quickly Kaitlyn turns back into her room and shuts her door with a little too much force. MC sighs loudly, not realizing as Abbie walks out of her room a second later, glancing at Kaitlyn’s door with an arched brow.

She turns to look at MC as she heads towards the living space and pats her on the shoulder. “Just give her time… I’m sure she will figure it all out.”

“Yeah.” MC says in a hushed breath as she glances briefly at the shut door before turning to face Abbie and jutting her thumb behind her. “You might want to get out there. Zack looked like he might choke Tyler soon.”

Abbie laughs softly and shakes her head. “Maybe I should go back to my room instead.”

They both chuckle before Abbie gives MC a warm smile and moves towards the shared suite space once more. When she turns and faces Chris’s door she hesitates before she knocks. A small smile appears when she hears a soft snore spill through from the other side though the crack. Pushing the door open just enough to peek inside, she finds Chris sprawled out on his bed, one leg hanging off while a book lays split open on his chest.

She pulls her bottom lip in as she takes a few more steps inside and bends over him. Her wrist finds the same spot on his forehead from earlier in the day and after only a few seconds she jerks it back. His skin was hot, and upon further assessment, she found his cheeks were more flushed than when he ran a two miles’ sprint. Chris had his fair share of rosy cheeks on occasion, but this was more than anything she had seen outside of some serious cardio.

“Shit.” She hisses out, quickly covering her mouth as she stands back up and watches for his response.

There was none, except for a unusually loud and thick sounding snore. He really was getting worse.

“Okay. That’s it Powell.” He doesn't budge and she leaves his room, pulling the door closed before cutting into her room and digging through her nightstand.

She finds what she's looking for fairly quickly, grabbing an over the counter cold medication combo that has helped her okay before. She leaves and goes back to the shared space, snatching his water bottle from the table before heading into the kitchen to refill it with cool water, knowing most people need something to help get the medication down and he needed to stay hydrated.

As she moves around the group at the table, Zack looks up and frowns when they lock eyes. “That bad?”

MC doesn't say a word, her lips pressed tightly together speaking volumes and Zack nods. “What can I do MC?”

She sighs as she fills up her boyfriend’s bottle, twisting the top on tightly and wiping off the excess drips with one of the dishtowels. “He really hasn't eaten much all day. I’m about to give him some of these to help what may be a mild fever. Hopefully it will make him feel better too, but he really needs to eat more.”

Zack stands, patting Tyler on the back and getting an affirming nod from Abbie. “We’ve got you. Just tell us what to get.”

MC looks up and sees them all stand, her heart swelling with love for her friends. “Really?” When they flash her concerned smiles she lets out a held breath. “You guys are the best. I was going to go out but--”

Tyler and Abbie head towards the door to grab their jackets as Zack pulls his off the back of his chair. Tyler gives her a warm smile once more. “You stay here, get him to take that stuff and drink a lot of water. Text us what you need us to pick up.”

Abbie fixes Tyler’s jacket hood before turning to MC. “That includes something for you to eat too you know.”

MC laughs at Abbie’s motherly tone as Zack gives her a quick hug as the trio heads out. She pulls out her phone and quickly sends them a group text with some of Chris’s favorite foods from different areas close by, telling them to get whatever was most convenient for them, doubling whatever they order to keep it simple.

She also asks if they can grab a few more medications from the pharmacy near campus since her stash is a little low. She brought what she had from home when she started this year, and hasn't needed to use them until now, but she knew it wouldn't hurt to get a few items.

MC wants options just in case she can’t slow it down quick enough and it tries to spread into his lungs or something. She knows chances are good Chris will fight her on taking the medications tonight, but she believes she has a better chance of getting him to take them herself, then she has getting him to see the nurse first thing in the morning.

She grumbles incoherently to herself as she snatches the water bottle from the counter and heads back to his room, checking her pocket for the little bubble packet as she closes his door once more. He hasn't moved. She can’t help but smile at him, thinking that he looks kinda adorable when he’s sick. Not that she enjoys that he’s in this crappy situation, but the way he's laying right now reminds her of a soft little boy. He looks so young, so innocent at this moment.

Approaching his bed, she moves the book from his chest and sits on the edge, resting her hand where the book just was as she speaks. “Chris.”

Nothing. No response as he continues to drag in ragged breaths.

“Christopher Powell.” She says with a little more force, this time getting a reaction out of the long legged quarterback.

~Chris~

“Wha… MC?” He turns his head towards her, his movements and words groggy as he places his hand on hers. “Oh, hell. I sat down to check something and I must have fallen asleep. Sorry babe.”

She shakes her head and gives him a reassuring smile. “Here… take these.”

Chris sits up and gives her a curious expression as he holds his hand out and two identical white pills fall into his palm. He looks up and finds her giving him a serious look. That’s when he knows it’s over. He can’t fight her on it now, especially when how he really feels starts to seep in.

He takes a deep breath and closes his hands around the medication, reaching for the offered water bottle with his free hand. Without a word he tosses them in and swallows with a few gulps of water.

MC shakes her head. “Drink more please. You’ll need it.”

“This will be more than enough to shake it… you'll see MC.” He gives her a small smile, feeling his sore throat pull from the gesture. He does his best to hide his grimace but she sees it and his shoulders fall slightly. “Not falling for it, huh?”

For the first time all day he sees a genuine smile crosses her lips. “Nope.”

He chuckles and then groans. “Ugh, I shouldn't have done that.”

MC stands and gestures towards his person. “Come on, strip.”

His left eyebrow arches sharply as he looks up at her. “Um, what?”

She laughs. “I mean get out of those jeans and stuff. Get comfortable. You’re not going anywhere.”

He opens his mouth to argue but the daring glare she sends his way makes him snap it shut instantly. Without a word he stands and removes his jeans and button up, replacing them with long sleep pants and a soft Hartfeld hoodie. The more he moves the more he realizes how cold he is, how heavy his head feels. ‘Shit.’

“Cold?” She asks quietly as he sits back down on the bed and nods. “I think you’re working up a fever, but that medication should help soon.” She pulls his covers back as she hears the front door open and close. “Here, get in. I’ll be right back.”

Chris takes another big drink of water and props his pillows up so he can lean back against the headboard. He looks over towards his nightstand and realizes that he didn't bring his phone or anything back with him. Almost as if she knew what he was thinking, MC re-enters his room with a stack of his books against her chest with one arm, the other clutching a few plastic bags.

“Don’t you dare.” She threatens, making him smile as he watches her lay the stack on his desk and pull out his phone from her back pocket before tossing it to him.

He easily catches it without looking, his eyes glued to the bags in her hands as she approaches his bed once more. MC silently begins to pull item after item out of the noisy plastic and sets them down on his nightstand. His nose has begun to become useless, the congestion now bad enough to hinder his smelling ability, but a few distinct ones still make it through.

“What did you do?” He smiles wide when she looks into his eyes, giving him one in return.

“Our friends offered to pick something up while I checked on you, and they kinda got one of everything instead I suggested… so you have to eat it now. At least half.” She gives him a ‘try me’ look and he laughs.

“Half?” His eyes widen as he looks at all the items on the flat surface next to him.

“Yes sir. Zack said he would come in here if he had to.” She tilts her head and points at him with a little attitude, the curl at the end of her lips giving her seriousness away. “Don’t make me feed you Chris.”

His smile grows even bigger. “What if that’s exactly what I want…”

She scoffs at him, the smirk only growing. “You would, wouldn’t you.” It wasn't a question and they both laugh.

He does as she asks, eating more than half of the items their suite-mates brought back. It was easy for him when he started assessing his options, quickly realizing that every single item was a favorite of his. He watched MC eat as he finished the beefy burrito in his hands, his chest tight from thinking how awesome it was that she knew him so well already.

After they finish eating, and MC threatens him to not leave the bed for anything other than going to the bathroom, she cleans up and leaves to change into something more comfortable too. Chris plays on his phone as he waits for her to return, scrolling through his social media accounts to check on his friends Ryan and Ethan.

MC slips back into his room and shuts the door softly before sitting on the edge of his bed, facing him as she shuffles through the handful of items they collected at the pharmacy. He inconspicuously takes a picture of her from his point of view as she tucks some of her hair behind her ear. He pulls up his Instagram and ads a short caption before tagging them both and posting it.

dontcallmerogers08: i dont think i mind being sick if i get all my favorite foods and a personal nurse.

It only took a few seconds before they were both making comments below.

ryan_thehawk22: are you serious? tell her i have a cough and need assistance.

clark25superman: @sw33tcherrypie don’t tell me he’s tricked you into thinking he’s sick? Cherryfield men don’t get sick.

Chris laughs when he sees their responses, making MC look up at him with the craziest look as her eyes narrow at him suspiciously. “What’s so funny…”

“Where’s your phone…” He tapers off as he looks around, finding it on his nightstand and handing it to her with the notifications blaring on the screen.

He watches her face as she opens the app and finds the post notifications. The smile that slides across her lips makes him feel better than anything the medication has done for him so far. She begins to type away on the screen and he waits for his phone to react, knowing it will light up in seconds. When it does, he pulls it up and grins with anticipation.

@sw33tcherrypie: He’s not faking boys. The Captain is down. Find Tony and Bruce. We need backup.

Chris looks up at her with a blank expression, finding her wearing a shit eating grin as she shrugs. “What… Bruce is a doctor. And Tony is resourceful.”

Chris sighs as his phone buzzes again, knowing what type of comments he might see next.

clark25superman: I was going to say something to that effect, but @sw33tcherrypie said it way better than I could have. Told you she was a keeper Rogers.

He looks up and finds her blushing, clearly avoiding his gaze, making him let out a huff of air through his grin. “I swear. I have the worst wingmen, ever.”

ryan_thehawk22: they could never make CAPTAIN ROGERS behave. avengers civil war taught us that. its all up to you @sw33tcherrypie dont let us down.

MC starts to laugh and he looks up once more. “You okay there, big guy?”

Chris snorts with mild irritation. “Wrong. Avenger.”

She busts out laughing then and he tries his best to hold his ugly expression before losing the battle and joining in, knowing damn well that she mixed them on purpose to get a reaction out of him. After a few seconds of vigorous laughter, he starts coughing a little, his chest crackling more than he expected it to, but he plays it off and takes a drink of water as he avoids her gaze.

~MC~

Her ears don't miss the sound and she frowns as she watches him. “Will you see the nurse in the morning… please? I’m worried it’s getting worse.”

Chris waves her off and leans back, sliding further under his covers. “It’s not that bad MC. Seriously. I just need sleep. Okay?”

The irritated tone in his response stings a little and she nods once before tilting her head down, focusing on the small boxes in her hands as she remains quiet. Chris starts to fidget as the air in the room becomes a little tense while MC shuffles through a few items. She stops and opens one to pull some more medication out before laying them on his nightstand. She stands and lifts his water bottle, finding it half empty. She decides to refill it and returns it to its spot next to his bed before turning to face him.

MC clears her throat and gives him a small smile as she stands next to the bed. “I left you a few more to help you through the night… if, um… if you need it.” Her eyes flick to the table and stay there, doing her best to not to let his words bother her more than they already have. “Wait until after midnight to take them though… so they are spaced out enough.”

She turns without another word and walks towards the door, pausing when Chris speaks behind her. “Hey… wait.”

MC doesn’t quite stop as she opens the door and spins, backing out slowly when their eyes meet. “I still have some homework to do, so… so I’m going to go to my room, that way… that way you can rest. I’ll be across the hall if you need anything.”

Chris raises his hand, halfway reaching towards her as he opens his mouth to respond, but she cuts him off quickly. “Goodnight Chris. Sleep well... okay?”

~Chris~

She doesn't wait for a response as the door closes between them. The freshman quarterback sighs, his hand dropping to his side on the dark comforter with a muffled thud.

“Smooth Powell.”

He contemplates getting up and knocking on her door, knowing he would be interrupting her studying, but he feels he should apologize for being so hard headed about everything all day. He knew he was irritated though. Not at MC, but the fact that he didn't have time for this right now.

Ethan was right, they never got sick at home. So why now - why when he has so much class and campaign work to do? He groans as he accepts that he might actually be getting sick sick and not having some seasonal reaction like he had hoped.

Clenching his jaw, Chris reaches for his bedding, ready to flip it open and rush across the hall to his girlfriend as he envisions groveling at her feet. However, before he can get a handful of comforter, his phone lights up and he hesitates. All movements stop except for his hand as it snatches the phone, his eyes finding a text notification from Ryan.

‘tell me youre going to get a sponge bath’

Chris rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he types a quick response. ‘stfu hawkins.’

‘did you at least ask?! im pretty sure MC would do anything for you. especially if youre sick. dont waste this opportunity Chris’

His jaw clenches as he types a response. ‘too late. already blew it.’

‘how?! five minutes ago you were basically posting heart eyes’

‘hi, my name is chris powell and i dont get sick.’

‘touché’

Chris begins to type another response when a text from Ethan pops up on his screen.

‘Steph and I only have a few things to do before next week and were thinking about visiting you guys for the weekend if it was cool with you two, but if you're sick…’

His eyes light up at the message, knowing MC would be happy to see them both so soon. Chris had a feeling he might need some help digging himself out of the hole he just put himself in too. He quickly comes up with a plan, already deciding that he would go to the campus clinic as soon as it opens in the morning. He wanted to reassure MC that he would be okay, before asking if she would like to see them. Knowing he wouldn't be up for a lot of activity during their visit, and she would definitely bring it up, he starts thinking of relaxing things they could do around campus with their friends.

‘im going to see the nurse first thing in the morning just to be safe. i’ll let you know by noon’

‘Wow. Your mom can’t even get you to see the doctor. I’m impressed.’

‘dont be. it’s not my idea.’

‘You don’t think I know that?’

‘ha. touché.’

Chris snorts humorously at the odd circular conversation between his two friends before looking at his door again with a sigh. He stands and walks over, opening it enough to peek across the hall and see that her door was shut and there was no light showing underneath. Deciding that she either was or would soon to be asleep, Chris decides not to disturb her and turns back to his room with fallen shoulders.

He crawls back into bed and makes sure he verifies where the medication is that MC left him before he turns off the light and sets his alarm. She will be gone for class before the clinic opens so he sets it with enough time to get ready in time to make it across campus and be first in line.

-------

Instead of sleeping peacefully through the night, Chris wakes up more than once with mild hot and cold chills. Turning on the nightstand light, he groggily fumbles around until his hands find the little bubble packet and he sighs with relief. It was 2 a.m. and he had been struggling to stay asleep for at least an hour now.

He shakes his head, making a mental note to thank MC when he sees her in the morning for her foresight. After swallowing the two white pills with a large gulp of water, Chris drinks down about half of his bottle and curls back up into bed.

“Would have been better to let her take care of you, moron.” He mumbles.

The medication kicks in and he finally finds some peace, sleeping solidly for the next few hours until his alarm goes off. When he reaches over to hit snooze, he rolls flat onto his back and groans.

Yep. He was feeling worse.

Getting dressed as quickly as a sluggishly sick man can, Chris finally opens his door and looks across the hall. MC’s door is pulled to, but not fully closed. He knows she’s not inside though, feeling as if something was missing from himself like every time she was gone. He pulls out his phone to check the time, verifying that she would be in class already before noticing a text.

‘Hope you're feeling better. I’ll bring back some noms.”

Chris can't help but smile. Even when he had been an unwavering ass the day before, she still wanted to help him. He grabs a few of his books just in case by some miracle he feels normal in the next hour and makes his way to the kitchen, stuffing them into his bag as he leaves the suite.

It hadn't been very cold this week, but Chris continues to get mild chills, his coughing increasing as he makes his way to the campus clinic. He shakes his head as he reaches for the door and enters the waiting area. To his disappointment, he wasn't the first student to enter the same door this morning.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, he signs in and gets comfortable in one of the chairs, accepting things probably won't move as fast as he had hoped. He really wanted to get back to the suite before MC, to surprise her with a note or something from the nurse, to hopefully make her feel better after last night. He doesn't really know if the clinic gives out notes, but he’s going to ask for one anyway.

The nurse finally calls his name and holds the door as he enters the small exam room. She asks him many questions about his symptoms while taking his temperature and blood pressure. She continues asking him how long he’s felt this way, what he’s done to help, and other similar questions.

He laughs. “Me? Nothing… my girlfriend on the other hand…” He continues to tell her what MC has done, how she's cared for him and what she gave him in as much detail possible.

The nurse smiles. “Sounds like you're in good hands. Let me listen to your heart and lungs. I want to make sure she has nothing to worry about.”

Chris shakes his head but smiles as he takes deep breaths when instructed. She removes her stethoscope and writes down a few notes on his chart before turning to face him.

The look on her face makes Chris frown. “Not good?”

“Well, it’s not that bad. Yet. But from the sound of your lungs, it might try to settle in. How are your sinuses? Is there pressure and pain?”

Chris thinks for a moment and looks back at the nurse. “Some. But only since this morning…”

“Keep an eye on that. The swelling could get worse and you might have some serious headaches. You mentioned some decongestant and expectorant medications that she had?” Chris nods. “Those will help keep you clear, but continue to drink a lot of water. They will do their best to dry you up.”

He nods and smiles, thinking about MC and how she tried to tell him all of this last night. He was just too hell-bent to listen. “My home nurse has been all over it.”

She laughs and grabs his chart as they walk to the door. “Glad to hear it. If you continue to manage the symptoms you have, things shouldn't get too much worse, but come back immediately if they do.”

Chris starts to walk out of the door but suddenly stops, spinning to face her with wide eyes. “Oh, uh… can I get a note?”

She gives him a curious look. “For class?”

He laughs and feels his face warm slightly as he glances at the now full waiting area behind him. “Um, not exactly… for MC. So she knows I came in this morning.”

The nurse smiles wide and laughs, instantly reminding Chris of his Grandma Louise. He makes a mental note to call her soon. She’s always happy to hear what he’s been up to and how MC is doing. She also asks him, without fail, when she will get to meet his ‘lovely’ girlfriend. It makes him grin every time, even though she can't see it on the other side of the phone call.

He focuses back on the present when the nurse hands him a small slip of paper. He reads it quickly and thanks her, heading into the hall and pausing to check the time. MC’s first class was going to end in about fifteen minutes which gives him enough time to get to her building before it lets out.

He walks as briskly as he can, stretching his legs to the limit, but his energy is lower than usual and the cooler air makes him cough a few times. He doesn't slow down though, wanting to surprise his girlfriend with his clinic visit.

Finally making it to her building, he slips inside and finds a water fountain near her room, silently cursing himself for leaving his water bottle back at the suite. He groans a little and tries not to cough when a tickle in his throat teases him. The repetitive action was giving him a growing pressure headache. He hates headaches.

Chris checks the time again and before he can look up, the doors open in a flurry of activity down the long hallway. His eyes shift over and focus on the one closest to him, immediately searching for MC.

When the line of students slows and he doesn't find her in it, he frowns, mumbling to himself. “She never skips class…”

“Chris?” He startles at his name being called and spins in place, finding his beautiful target behind him.

He gives MC a small smile. “Hey baby.”

~MC~

She closes the distance between them, her brows furrowed as she studies his face. He looks about the same, except for the more frequent coughing, and that makes her frown. “What are you doing… I thought you were sleeping in.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the small square of paper, unfolding it before he hands it over. Her brow stays drawn as she reads the note scrawled across official Hartfeld Clinic stationary. Twice to make sure she read it correctly.

MC ---

Please continue with your current course of action in

treating Mr. Powell. I believe his present state will begin

to improve as long as you maintain your existing care

plan for him. If anything changes, please don't hesitate

to send him into the clinic.

She looks up from the small paper in her hand and bites her lower lip as she tries not to laugh. “You asked for a note.”

“Ayuh. I wanted you to know that I appreciate what you did… or tried to do... last night.” He smiles but she notices it doesn't exactly reach his tired eyes.

“Oh, um… you’re welcome Chris, but I didn't really do anything.” She stumbles over the words, feeling her cheeks heat up a little as she looks around the hall to see if anyone is listening, folding the note up and putting it in her pocket.

“That’s not true. You knew something was wrong before I did… and even when I was being a hard headed ass--” She reaches up and covers his mouth, making him pull her hand away in time to laugh once before it turns into a small series of coughs before he collects himself.

“Even though I was being a complete mule...” He tilts his head as she arches a brow in approval of his edit. “You still tried to take care of me. So thank you… and I’m sorry.”

Her chest swells from his words, her entire body warm from the look in his eyes as he holds her gaze with his.

“S’okay…” She whispers as she cups his face with both of her hands, pulling his slightly taller form down so she could kiss his forehead. When he stands back up straight she snickers at his worried expression.

“You thought I was going to try and kiss you?” Her nose wrinkles. “No thanks. You have cooties Mister.”

He pulls her into his chest and squeezes her tight, chuckling softly as not to start coughing again. “I’ll remember that MC… My cooties are your cooties woman. In fact... “ He leans in close, whispering into her ear. “They are already inside of you… this very second.”

She pulls back and gasps before swatting his chest. “Chris!”

He laughs hard and ends up coughing worse than before, making MC frown deeply with regret. “Okay Captain, we’re going home.”

Chris catches his breath and clears his throat the best he can before standing straight once more. “Yes ma'am. Lead the way beautiful.”

~Chris~

As they head out into the quad he turns to her, the curiosity getting the best of him. He clears his throat and tries to squash the uneasy feeling when he silently asks himself if he really wants to know.

“Hey, MC?” He nods back towards the building as they continue to walk. “Why weren't you in class?”

She blinks a few times before realizing what he means. “Oh! I was, I just left a few minutes early to find Dr. Yates before his office hours were up.”

Chris makes a cute confused face, his features scrunching up almost comically as he tries to understand. “My history professor?”

She nods and he continues, still confused. “Why..?”

“I told him you were sick and asked to pick up any assignments or information in case you weren’t going to make it in for the next class.” She chews on her bottom lip, waiting for his reaction.

He stops, automatically tugging her to stop with him since he had his arm around her waist. “You did?”

MC studies his face and adjusts her bag strap across her chest. “I was actually on my way to meet with a few other of your professors when you stopped me in the hall.”

He just stands there, staring into her big hazel eyes for a moment as he thinks about what she said. MC’s eyes flick back and forth, searching his face for something as he processes her actions.

“What… is that bad?” She sighs and grimaces. “Does that make me the clingy helicopter girlfriend?”

His lips slowly curl at the ends. “No.”

She shifts to where she's standing in front of him and he wraps both arms around her waist, doing his best to calm his heart, now fluttering happily in his chest. “Then what’s wrong…”

“Nothing. I just… well, the only person that’s managed to take care of me like that is my Mah. And honestly, I fight her on it whenever she tries. I always tell her to worry about Kyle and AJ… that I’ll be fine.”

“Sounds familiar.” MC snorts with a smirk.

“Ayuh. But that’s just it… you bulldogged your way in, kinda like she did.” The text from Ethan pops into his head. “Possibly better than she did.” His eyes grow wide. “Hell. Don't ever tell her I said that...”

MC laughs and snuggles into his chest as he wraps his arms tighter around her. Chris smiles too and buries his nose into her hair, swallowing a cough as a cool breeze cuts through them. Nothing was going to stop him from enjoying this moment. He was starting to feel miserable, but this was also one of the best days of his life. After Nicole, Chris doubted ever experiencing feelings this strong for another person again. He honestly wasn't sure it was actually possible, until he ran into MC that first day. Everything started changing from that moment forward.

He stands up straight and shakes his head, starting to feel a little overwhelmed by his thoughts and needing a change of subject. “Hey uh, you said something about lunch?”

She leans back and arches an eyebrow. “Yeah, no. We're going home, and then I will go get some cold friendly food while you rest.”

Chris grumbles in agreement, not wanting to argue with his personal nurse any more than he has to. He knows she will win no matter what. He decided last night that she would. They make it back to the suite and he takes a hot shower to loosen his sinuses and relax his aching muscles as much as possible before drying his hair and changing into a warm set of clothes to climb into bed with. Nurse Cherry’s orders. He wasn't going to go against them.

~MC~

She moves quick, wanting to see if she can find a few more of his professors on her way to pick up lunch. It was a good sign he was hungry, and MC knows that when Chris is, he will find something to satisfy that hunger. The sooner she gets back, the better chance she has to keep him quiet inside the suite. After grabbing a few more assignments from a couple professors, MC heads towards a specific eatery on the edge of campus.

Cutting through the athletic buildings would be her shortest route from her current location near Williams Hall. With her collected information secure in her bag, MC starts to jog briskly through the winding paths. She cuts corners when she can, running under trees and zooming past buildings as she checks the time on her Fitbit. She thankfully hears a sound that is clearly too close, making her gaze pop up just in time to stop herself from running straight into a wide, Hartfeld University logoed chest.

“Oh..!” She gasps out as she raises her hands to avoid slamming her face into the black and red athletic jacket.

A pair of large hands steady her, holding her upper arms firmly as she adjusts and stands straight once more. Her eyes look up and grow wide as they see the slightly taller man, realizing who it is instantly. “Coach Cohen!”

He gives her a small smile and head nod. “In a hurry?”

Her face heats up as she takes a step back with embarrassment. His hands release her and he crosses them in front of his chest as she nods.

“Yes, actually… Chris is sick so I’m on my way to get him some of the spicy chicken soup from Lucky Bamboo.”

Coach Cohen’s lips turn down in a small frown. “Powell is sick?”

She nods again and looks past him once before turning her gaze to him again, not wanting to be rude but also feeling like she should get moving. “Yes, the nurse thinks it’s a cold but he started coughing more today so I’m trying to keep it from getting worse.”

He gives her a genuine smile. “Hmm... I actually have some remedies and tricks that work for me that I usually send to my players when they are under the weather. I can send to his email, but would you mind checking to see that he reads it for me? I know how the guys can get about things like this sometimes.”

MC smiles. “Yes, of course. That would be great.”

“Thank you. I know he’s been busy with the student council campaign but he’s still one of my players and I want to make sure he gets healthy as soon as possible. He’s been very busy from what I’ve heard from some of the others guys. I was a little concerned that he might overdo it.”

“You and me both Coach.” She sighs and her eyes flick to her Fitbit to check the time.

He notices and smiles. “Alright I will let you go. Thank you for letting me know… and for taking such good care of my quarterback. I’m going to need him.”

She laughs. “You’re welcome.”

He moves aside and gestures for her to continue on and holds up his hand to wave once before he turns and disappears around the corner of the nearby building. MC runs faster than before, trying to make up some time so she can get back to said quarterback as soon as possible.

~Chris~

MC makes it back in record time with a large container of the best spicy soup in Hartfeld along with a few of his favorite comfort foods. He learns that she also managed to track down a few of his other professors on her way out, gathering a handful of assignments so he doesn't fall too far behind if things do get worse over the weekend.

Working for Vasquez did provide a few perks for MC, a big one being developing relationships many of the faculty while running errands for him. Usually her work for Vasquez annoyed Chris, since he clearly took advantage of her situation on many occasions, but right now it was benefiting him and he had to begrudgingly appreciate it.

She brought some vitamins from her room along with a few other items, the most important one in his opinion being a diluted eucalyptus oil that he gladly let her rub into his chest when she told him what it was. It’s supposed to help with his congestion, but he just wants to enjoy the soothing feeling of her hand gliding across his aching muscles. In the middle of her aromatherapy massage, Chris remembers he wanted to ask her something.

“MC?” When she looks up from his chest he feels his heart skip. There’s something about them, he really enjoys looking into those eyes. “Ethan told me last night that he and Steph are probably free this weekend.” He mumbles as his eyes slip closed, thoroughly enjoying her touch.

When her movements stop, he opens his eyes and find her still looking at him but this time with a concerned expression. “But you’re sick… you need to rest.”

He gives her a reassuring smile and reaches up to lay his hands on hers, holding it firmly against his chest. “I will… he knows we can’t do anything crazy. It would be a good distraction… just FYI, if you try to make me stay in bed all weekend I promise you I will lose my mind.”

She laughs. “Okay, then tell them we’d love to hang out. Oh! Maybe we can go see the latest Justice League at the Hartfeld theater? My friend Sarah could get us a few tickets for free.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Chris smiles and pats the bed next to him, slipping his arm around her and pulling her close as he sends Ethan a confirmation text.

Another hour passes and he tries to hide it, but his cough gets worse. MC grabs a bottle of cough suppressant from the nightstand and turns to him.

“This will really help…” He nods but hears the pause. “...but it might also knock you out for a while.”

Chris lets out a sigh and looks at the time, seeing that Ethan and Steph won't leave Boston for another two or three hours at least. “How long?”

He smiles as she makes a cute face, scrunching her lips together and to the side as she twists the bottle in her hands as she thinks. “Maybe a few hours… at least it can for the average person. With you... “ Her eyes move up and down his wide frame, “...probably less.”

His eyes narrow as she gives him a snarky smirk. “What are you trying to say MC?” He reaches out, swallowing his own laugh as she rolls her eyes playfully. “Just give it to me.”

MC pours the required amount into the small cup that came with the medication and he grimaces as he swallows. “Ugh, gross.”

He begins to panic as the thick substance doesn't quite miss his tongue, reaching for his water as she intercepts the cup. “Water.”

She frowns and holds the cup closer to her chest and leans away from him. “Wait… you have to give it a second to coat your throat, or you'll just wash it all off.”

His mouth falls open as he shoots her an angry look. “You didn't say I couldn't drink water after that… that… I can't even think of the right words.” He makes a small gagging sound.

“You can… just after a minute or… two.” She gives him an apologetic smile.

“Minutes?!” He gasps. “Okay no. It’s totally been long enough MC.” He extends his long arm and makes a grabbing motion with his wide hand.

She shakes her head, trying to lean back as she attempts to hold onto the cup. “I’m going to regret this, aren't I?”

He leans forward and snatches the cup from her, chugging down the entire thing in only a few gulps, still grimacing as his eyes water from the foul taste of the medication.

“Nasty.”

She frowns. “I know… but it will help you feel better soon.”

He takes a deep breath and shoots her an apologetic look, knowing she’s right. “Sorry. Thanks for putting up with me.”

MC gets up and kisses the top of his head before leaving with the empty cup and small medication cup. When she returns she not only has refilled the cup, but also his water bottle, placing it all back down on his nightstand before she turns to leave.

“Whatcha doin’?”

She turns in the open doorway. “I was going to grab one of my books so I could hang out with you in here?”

Chris shoots her a small smile as he gets comfortable against the pillows. “Okay, I’ll allow it.”

With another laugh she leaves but returns in just a few short minutes. He looks up from his phone when the door opens, quickly noticing that one of her favorite books is tucked under her arm, but more importantly she is wearing his favorite long pajama pants and his red Henley. The same pajama pants that accentuate her long toned legs and the same red Henley he will always remember her wearing in their building’s laundry room that one night.

“I've been wondering where that thing went.”

She gives him a cheeky smile and shrugs. “Uh, you kinda gave it to me.”

His eyebrows raise in unison. “Oh, did I?”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and grins as she puts her book down on the nightstand and crawls onto the bed next to him. “Yup.”

He just shakes his head and smiles, scooting over to give her more room. Once she gets situated he slides further down the bed and wraps himself around her, laying his head in her lap as he starts playing music just loud enough for him to hear on his phone.

At least that’s what he thought. As Scary Love by The Neighbourhood starts playing on his phone, Chris rolls his head to look up and into her eyes. He sees her swallow as she listens to the lyrics and a small smile crosses his lips. He was starting to feel a little sleepy, but was sure the feeling would pass before too long.

He was wrong.

All it took was for MC to reach down with one hand, running her fingers through his hair while she held her book with the other and he completely forgot about his phone, about Ethan coming to visit, the campaign, everything as he drifted off to sleep.

~MC~

She knew he was out when his body weight melted into hers and his breaths became slightly erratic. It’s really the soft snores that seal the deal. MC swallows her laughter and instead smiles so hard her cheeks hurt as she bends over slightly to look at his peaceful face.

The blonde runs her hand through his hair a few more times, pushing it up and away from his eyes as she studies his features. His hair was starting to get a little long, falling towards his beautiful blues more and more with every day. She knew he would probably get it cut soon, so she wanted to enjoy this slightly shaggy look while she could.

He adjusts against her, his lips parting slightly as he continues to sleep in her lap. MC turns his music off and goes back to her book, reading chapter after chapter for the next hour or so before he stirs again. When he shifts in her lap she lifts her book and looks down, finding him looking up at her through small slits as a lopsided grin slowly crosses his lips.

“You’re pretty.”

She shakes her head and snort laughs. “Uh huh… and you look like you're floating.”

Chris lets out a sleepy laugh and makes a few sounds in what she thinks is an attempt to mimic a jet engine before making a ding and speaking in an authoritative voice. “We are experiencing a little turbulence. Please sit down and buckle your seat-belts.”

MC’s mouth falls open as she closes her eyes. “Oh no.”

“What.” He says and blinks a few times, trying his best to focus on her face.

“You really don’t take medications or anything much…” She was starting to realize that the cough syrup was affecting Chris more than she thought it would.

“Newp.” He says and laughs, making him cough once. “Cut that out.”

She puts her book down on the nightstand and tries not to laugh as he talks to himself, his words a little garbled. “Go back to sleep Rogers.”

MC nods. “That might be a good idea. Sleep it off.”

Chris nods exaggeratedly. “I agree baby… beautiful…” He grins wide suddenly. “My girl… my MC.”

Her entire body warms under his loving gaze. Chris’s eyes just about close as he peers through the small slits once more. He gives her a sleepy smile as he attempts to lift his hand to cup her face. She smiles back, her eyes crinkling at the corner as she helps him by holding his hand to her cheek.

“...love my girl…” He mumbles as his eyes finally close and his arm turns heavy in her hands.

MC blinks a few times and her mind flashes back to their trip to Boston, thinking about that one night when she thought he said something like ‘love you’ before falling asleep. Her eyes fall back to his peaceful face and she shakes her head, reminding herself that he currently wasn't exactly awake and clearly a little altered thanks to the medication. She also reminds herself that he didn't say ‘I love you’ exactly, and that he was probably just talking about how she was taking care of him.

“But what if he wasn't…” She whispers to herself in the quiet room. They have not been an official couple for very long, and they only met at the beginning of the school year. Could it even be possible? She starts to think about how she feels about him in turn, startling herself with the realization that it was, in fact, very possible. MC swallows as she compares how she’s felt over the many months, how things have changed and how clear her feelings are for Chris now.

She jumps when he starts singing, very roughly, with a wide grin out of nowhere. “It's been a haaaaaard day's night, and I been wooooooorking like a dog.”

Her eyes shoot down and she sees that his are still closed, making her wonder if he was awake or if it was some type of sleep...singing?

“It's been a haaaaard daaaaay's niiiight, I should be sleeeeeeeeping like a log. But when I get home to you I'll find the things that you do, will make me feel aaaaaaalright.”

She quickly covers her mouth so she won't interrupt or worse, wake him up. MC recognizes the song, it’s name being the first thing out of Chris’s mouth. Her dad loved The Beatles so she had grown up hearing just about every song they ever made on the weekends. Chris continues to mumble sing, his eyes opening slightly as he looks up into hers, letting her know he was in fact now awake. At least on some level. Coherent was another story.

“When I'm hooooome everything seems to be riiiiiight. When I'm hooooooooome feeling you holding me tiiiiiiiiight, tight!” She grins as he skips some of the lyrics, clearly not fully focused but doing his best in his medicated state.

He chuckles softly and closes his eyes. “My beautiful girl… working hard to take care of me.”

“Holding you tight?” She can’t help herself.

Chris grins hard, showing his perfect teeth as his eyes stay closed. “Ayuh.”

He shifts and nuzzles into her thighs, letting out a content sigh as he wraps his arm around her legs and pulls her as close as possible. Within seconds his breathing pattern changes and she can tell he’s once again asleep.

Not quite ready to dissect her thoughts about what she thinks she may have heard before his random song interruption, MC reaches over and grabs her book and flips to her bookmark. She needs to distract herself from the scary but simultaneously exciting thoughts that are trying to take over.

Now wasn't the time.

Chris is sick.

He’s been rambling.

He doesn’t know what he’s saying.

That’s clear. Right?

Part of her feels disappointed for a moment but she shakes it off. She knows he cares for her, that's obvious, and right now he needs her to care for him. MC continues to read her book, just about finishing it when she sees his phone screen light up next to her. Glancing over she sees that it’s a text from Ethan.

‘We’re about to leave. Everything still good?’

She smiles and picks it up, sliding the notification open to respond. ‘Chris is asleep right now but we will be mobile when you guys arrive.’

‘You sure MC?’

‘Very, you need to see this kinda behavior in person lol.’ She takes a quick picture of him passed out, laying across her like a giant six-year-old.

‘Haha. Okay that alone will be worth the drive. Take lots of pictures. They will come in handy at some point I’m sure. See you guys soon.’

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July 1st-July 7th, 2019 CTP Archive

The archive for the Comic Tea Party week long chat that occurred from July 1st, 2019 to July 7th, 2019. The chat focused on Obelisk by Ashley McCammon.

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RebelVampire

COMIC TEA PARTY- WEEK LONG BOOK CLUB START!

Hello and welcome everyone to Comic Tea Party’s Week Long Book Club~! This week we’ll be focusing on Obelisk by Ashley McCammon~! (http://www.obeliskcomic.com/)

You are free to read and comment about the comic all week at your own pace, so stop on by whenever it suits your schedule! Remember, though, that while we allow constructive criticism, our focus is to have fun and appreciate the comic. Below you will find four questions to get you started on the discussion. However, a new question will be posted and pinned everyday (between 12:01AM and 6AM PDT), so keep checking back for more! You have until July 7th to tell us all your wonderful thoughts! With that established, let’s get going on the reading and the chatting!

QUESTION 1. What has been your favorite scene in the comic so far? What specifically did you like about it?

QUESTION 2. Why do you think Evelyn isn’t fond of David’s new fiancee? As the wedding approaches, how do you think David’s changing life status will affect Evelyn? Further, how will it affect her relationship with David?

Eilidh

My favourite scene is... Many of them But one that sticks out is just the one after David reveals he's marrying Alice when Eve says to herself "Your brother is getting married. And what are you doing...?" With her expression on the last panel it just... It conveys the feeling of being queer and feeling different so well to me, just by the dialogue and expression. I can recognise how she feels and I know I've felt that way in the past, and that's good storytelling.

Eilidh

As for why Eve doesn't like Alice... have to think about that. But I get the feeling it's related to her having been the big sister and looking after him for a long time, and now that's changing (another feeling I can indirectly relate to) and she's not sure how to deal with that big a change? And Alice could be seen as the cause of that

draculing

My own favorite scene is probably the whole end of chapter 1... finally being able to give people a peek into Margot's private world but I made all of them so I have a bias

Eilidh

That's definitely a very good scene

I just... Eve's quiet panic about normality just really hit me as something I've not really seen so well shown

RebelVampire

QUESTION 3. At the moment, who is your favorite character? What about that character earns them this favor?

QUESTION 4. What do you think Evelyn’s father was up to regarding the properties with missing documents? Is it just Margot’s property, or do you think there are more out there? How could this come back to help or hurt Evelyn?

Zidely

I'm kind of like David a lot. Perhaps because is the litle brother, but also the his personality, linda bubbly to me. And Evelyn of course! A modern woman indeed.

Absolutepsycho

At the moment it is hard because it's between Eve and Margot. For Eve it's really understanding where she is coming from especially dealing with all levels of grief ( loosing a parent, her only blood family getting married) on top of recognizing and being herself through her queerness. ( i hope that makes sense). I also understand the anxiety of like figuring it all out as an adult and having it together.

As for Margot it is really the representation piece cause i love spooky things and it is so refreshing seeing someone who looks like me or i can relate to take on a spooky role. In addition, someone who is self assured and confident and doing her thing. I love Margot for bringing that forward.

As for q 4. I really think her dad was working with all sorts of people ( supernatural included). he could of just been helping out people who couldn't afford properties and who knows maybe be someone's familiar and we don't know that yet. But I am pretty sure there are other properties out there that fall under the vampire category. Margot can't be the only Vampire in all of NYC, but ultimately I think it can both help and hurt Evelyn. As with any decision especially in a horror sense it can be in a grey area.

It can help her build resources and allyship but it can also be a downfall because one wrong move and it could lead to a disaster or even her demise

Attila Polyák

Let's see... Favourite scene. That's without a doubt when we're entering a vampire's lair shop. Even if that place was not related to a vampire, it's still brimming with the mysterious, so it's a place I'd like to see more of. I might be really off with relationships and all, but I kinda feel like Eve's major problem with Alice is that the marriage will also mean the end of her Big Sister status, which is mostly what her life seemed to be since their father, based on the flashback, sees to be someone who chose work over family. Donno... I'm probably off here.

Attila Polyák

Also favourite character: Pete. No bullshit, just getting things done. On one hand I'd like to see him moved by some supernatural stuff happening, on the other I totally expect him to be like "Been there seen that, nothing special." which I totally expect to be the case since he does have a connection to Eve's father and all... And then talking about her father. I'm pretty sure he dealt with the supernatural a lot and that's also the reason why some documents are missing. When supernatural events happen in a story it's often being intentionally kept hidden from the general public, as a matter of fact I have a sneaking suspicion that his work was directly connected to keeping all sorts of magical being within human society but still under cover. I think something might have gotten awray while dealing with either Margot or some other vampire he was dealing with before he died.

RebelVampire

QUESTION 5. What has been your favorite illustration in the comic so far? What specifically about it do you like?

QUESTION 6. What do you think brings Margot to Evelyn’s town? Is it just a typical move, or do you think Margot is there for a specific reason? Further, what might Margot’s status as a vampire have to do with anything?

Eilidh

Illustration: the last page of chapter 1. So striking, the way Margot's hair isn't distinguished from the shadow is just mmm it's good

As for why she's moved.... She doesn't seem like the type to start and army of the night, so maybe it's just easier to hide in a big city. And the more people there are, the less obvious it is when they start dying

Favourite character... Dean. Mostly due to word of god information such as his dream is to run a bakery which I support wholeheartedly, he deserves it

Eilidh

And I think there's definitely more "missing" properties out there, I wouldn't be surprised if several of them belong to Margot (there's enough Dracula vibes going on after all) The supernatural lettings agent theory is pretty neat... I was personally thinking he's working mostly with normal human clients but somehow Margot got involved. Whether he was okay with this or got dragged into it, I'm looking forward to learning. But I definitely wouldn't be surprised if Margot had something to do with his death, and I definitely think his death is among the reasons Margot is now in NY.

I'd be inclined to say the missing properties are deliberate or the work of someone else since we're told that Eve's father was the organised one (like Eve is), so it seems less likely that someone with a reputation for keeping things in order would just lose a bunch of records. Then again, working with Margot or other supernatural clients might have started taking a toll... Who knows

Eilidh

That all said, he was involved with Peter Murphy who as well know, is no good

I'm just rereading some pages and I'm getting pretty certain that Peter Murphy is either well aware of what he's doing or doesn't care

Like... Margot knows Eve's father is dead, I know Eve mentions it but Margot knows him on first name terms and no one else has said his first name afaik, and she doesn't seem surprised at all. Someone had to have told her, and Peter is their "mutual associate"...

RebelVampire

@Eilidhan You definitely read that scene way differently than I did. I didn't get the impression that Margot knew, more that she just didn't care. I got more the impression that she's so used to being a vampire, some mortal dying isn't really that surprising or a big deal. But my point being I enjoy the alternate interpretation.

1) My favorite scene is the one when they enter the shop. This is largely due to the dramatic tone shift when Margot starts affecting Dean. Like both between the illustration work, the suddenness, and so forth, it really added this great horror vibe that put me on edge. <3 2) I think there's two things going on in terms of why Evelyn doesn't like Alice. Part of it I think is as everyone else said, it's kind of destroying Evelyn's role as a big sister, and nobody likes change all that much. The second thing I feel is going on is that maybe David just isn't that into Alice. Not to say he doesn't care, but for someone getting married he was immensely and overly casual about it. Like he was telling Evelyn he was getting the oil changed in his car. So while I don't think they have a toxic relationship, I kind of get the impression that their relationship lacks passion and David is with Alice for other reasons. Reasons that Evelyn knows and hates because of societal expectations. I don't think it'll have much affect for Evelyn though anytime soon, mostly cause she has vampires to deal with at the moment.

3) Dean, because Dean is a sweet boy who just wants to help his family. But then keeps meeting all these shady people. He's like an innocent blossom waiting for the innocence to be sucked dry from him. 4) I think Evelyn's father was straight up just helping supernatural people, mostly vampires, get properties under the table. Cause I imagine as a vampire even if you have money, you don't necessarily have identification or anything else that most realtors would want. So Evelyn's father took pity on them and helped them get some properties and kept law enforcement off them. Definitely do not think it's just Margot's property though. There are gonna be more properties an more vampires, probably also not just through Evelyn's dad. Inevitably, I feel Evelyn is gonna be in a lot of danger. Because Margot seems pretty ready to hurt Evelyn, or at least expose her to a world Evelyn is prepped for.

5) Definitely the page for the end of chapter 1. I really the bold usage of the red and the body language of the victim. There is something horrifying about it all together, which is definitely the mood I want to feel when vampires are involved. 6) I kind of think Margot's presence is just for the mundane reason of neeeding to move. Cause I can't imagine as a vampire you'd stay in one place too long, so moving around a lot is for the best. So it was just time for her to show up.

Attila Polyák

5, Favourite illustration. Hmmm... Margot's portrait image on the cast page, if you don't know why, just hover over it. ^^ 6, As boring as it sound I don't feel like there's anything special here. Needs to move once every while, since... You know... Being a vampire and not aging and all... Kinda' like in Man from Earth.

draculing

the hover animation on the cast page breaks very often because wordpress hates it, so I'm glad to know it works at least for some people ^^;

draculing

I love when people love Dean just because he's a sweetheart, and I will confirm the word of god Q&A thing that not everyone may have seen, that he does want to open a bakery one day

if only there weren't vampires happening

Eilidh

Okay so the hover animation has NEVER worked for me so I just turned off my adblock to check it and nearly jumped out of my skin(edited)

RebelVampire

QUESTION 7. Which characters do you enjoy seeing interact the most? What about their dynamic interests you?

QUESTION 8. What role do you think Dean will play in regards to Evelyn’s story? How will his brief encounter with Margot continue to affect him? Further, what do you make of Dean’s phone call with Angie who is estranged from the family? Why is Dean still helping her?

Eilidh

I really love Eve and her friends

They just have a really authentic feeling of trust and caring and I really enjoy it

draculing

Ooo an Angie question curious what everyone thinks

I really love including Eve's friend dynamics... making sure there's a sense of queer community/safety in a historical setting is really important to me as a creator

RebelVampire

QUESTION 9. What sorts of art or story details have you noticed in the way the comic is crafted that you think deserves attention?

QUESTION 10. How do you think Evelyn feels about her place in life and the society she lives in? Do you get the impression she’s an outcast? Regardless, how do you think these feelings have and will continue to influence her actions?

Absolutepsycho

Eve and her friends has to be my favorite dynamic thus far alongside the one scene with her and Margot. It just sets the mood of how their dynamic is going to play out and and the interesting part about it is that it can go so many ways, which makes it great.

As for Dean I feel he will be a center or semi-center part to her story, for the sole fact he is somehow connected to Margot. I have this gut feeling Dean is going to become a familiar that didn't want to be one in the first place. As for his sister, I think Dean is trying to bring family peace or trying to bring her back because he gives off 'family guy' vibes and he is such a wholesome cinnamon roll. So of course he would want to mend things because he loves his family

to answer 9. Not sure if this counts but I would love to know how Vera, Bess, and Eve met since they are so close. Friendships and normalcy within horror contexts are probably one of my favorite themes

10. Evie I see that she feels like she belongs but at the same time she feels doesn't. We see that in the first few pages of ' oh what are you doing with your life?' It's more than the anxiety of figuring it out, but the fact her only remaining family is going to get married and while she could find a partner and do those things it isn't widely accepted or would be 'odd' cause she is queer. While queer folks thrived, in that era it wasn't as visible and Eve could be feeling that 'outcast' notion. While she has wonderful friends to support her and is very head strong those feelings are may influence her actions to work harder, which is good and bad.

RebelVampire

7) Honestly, this is gonna be a strange choice, but Evelyn and her dad's old co-workers. Cause this is just flat out a subject I never see explored. When people die, stories almost always focuses on close friends or family and how the death affected them. Yet, there are a slew more people affected that are never talked about. So the fact we get to see through Evelyn how her dad's co-workers are holding up in a business setting and learning about Evelyn's personality that way was really novel for me. 8) I feel like Dean is gonna be the one to raise red flags and say, "Hey Evelyn. Margot over there is a vampire or something. Maybe lets not and just hide." Cause Dean strikes me more as the type to be the voice of reason in the face of things that scare him, compared to Evelyn at least. Thus he will be a grounding force in her story to kind of spell out the dangers for both her and the reader. As for Angie, I assume she did something culturally and societally unacceptble. Like fell in love with someone the family didn't like. Got knocked up as a teen, etc. etc. As for why Dean is helping her, probably he just has a more modern and progressive viewpoint than his parents (for the historical time at least). Which is generally how life works and society progresses. So instead of being mad, he just says whatever man this is

9) I really love the use of red in general in this comic. It's always used in such a bold way that really stands out. Plus, nothing like having a mostly black and white comic show some red blood. Drives that terrifying nail right into the soul. 10) I feel like Evelyn exists in this weird purgatory of belonging and not belonging. Since it's obvious she stands out in certain ways for the society, yet I think most people wouldn't think anything of it without getting to know her. But regardless, I think that makes her feel lost. But also helpless, cause I feel like she also has no clue how to address these feelings emotionally. Thus just buries it in other concerns so she doesn't have to confront her own personal feelings or consider the future or anything like that. As such, I kind of think this will be a driving force as the story continues. As she takes risks and does other things, just so long as she has some escape from having to think about the question of what she's doing with her life.

draculing

Eve definitely sits in that kind of in-between space! for a woman in the 1900s she fits quite a few kind of stereotypes appearance-wise, too, which.. adds another little layer to things

Burying your problems in work, and other tales as old as time

Attila Polyák

7, I'm a bit thorn on this, either Eve and her friends or Eve and her father's co-workers. I'm leaning towards the latter, but I'm not really sure why, I can't really express what I liked about their little banter, but I was quite fond of those pages. 8, Dean is probably going to be fairly important later on and for several reasons. First he kinda has become intertwined with the evens because of Margot, but even if that wasn't the case his interactions with Eve and the fact that he's the only connection she can reach that has anything to do with the house with no documents are more than enough reason for him to be around plotwise. Aaand since he and Pete moved stuff there and the entire situation gave him the creeps and kinda legit suspicions, this looks like the perfect situation for him to intentionally or not, push Eve into a direction where she'll be more interested in the supernatural. And I totally expect that she will some way pull him alongside herself while plunging into supernatural business, a bit like an unwilling sidekick.

RebelVampire

QUESTION 11. What do you think are this particular comic’s strengths? What do you think makes this comic unique? Please elaborate.

QUESTION 12. Do you believe that Margot and Evelyn will meet again? If so, whose terms will it be on? If they do meet, do you think Evelyn will be safe, or will Margot aim to harm her in some way to keep secrets hidden away?

draculing

What if they never met again...

Eilidh

They'll definitely meet again, I think it'll be on Margot's terms (after her "she wouldn't just forget it, would she?" comment, a bit ominous)

Absolutepsycho

11. The strengths that this comic possesses is telling a fantastic story through a historical, horror, and queer lens. Mixing genres' is a challenge, but the story seems to balance them all so well that it continues to pull it's audience back in.

12. Oh they are for sure going to meet again, because Evelyn is trying to piece things again and while Miss Margot was not to friendly Evelyn is persistent to get the information and her work done correctly. As for her doing that no doubt Margot will grow annoyed at her and may plot to attack her or set up plan 'kill her' because secrets are meant to be kept as secrets. However, if she does make a plan i feel it will ultimately may fail, because maybe an agreement will be made. We will see(edited)

RebelVampire

QUESTION 13. What are you most looking forward to in the comic? Also, do you have any final thoughts to share overall?

QUESTION 14. Overall, what obstacles do you foresee Evelyn having to face in the future? Given the comic is classified as a romance, what do you see in regards to Evelyn’s future prospects (if any)? What other things do you hope to see as the story continues?

RebelVampire

11) I think the comic's most abundant strength is tone shifting. Like one minute you're just in a quirky in silly scene but then whoops, serious emotional drama or terror or something else. Be able to pull off sudden tone shifts like that is extremely hard, especially in the face of trying to make something seem like a consistent story. Yet this comic pulls it off spectacularly because of the story context and the balance between the tones used. 12) I mean Margot seems bent on hunting Evelyn so umm, yes. And it will definitely be on Margot's terms. She'll be like "I want to apologize over totally not dangerous tea" and Evelyn will be curious and agree. I don't think Evelyn will be complete safe. I think it'll work out where Evelyn will leave in tact cause conscience will stop Margot, but I don't think Margot will let the issues drop so quickly.

13) I am looking forward to seeing Margot for because I'd like to get to know her more. Like right now we see suave and spook vampire, but I'd like to see the more vulnerable and, for lack of a better word, human sides that must exist within her. 14) Obstacles wise, I think I've mentioned it several times, but I do believe Evelyn is gonna get pulled into more supernatural danger. And part of it is just going to be because of her own desires to avoid her problems using distractions. However, I think she's gonna run into other problems too. Like maybe finding out she super really didn't know her father as well as she thought, maybe dealing with the fact businesses are not easy to maintain even with help. In the terms of hopes to see, I really hope we get to see Evelyn interact with the historical setting more, if that makes sense. Both in mundane and serious emotional drama ways.

draculing

aw man @RebelVampire I'm really happy to hear the tonal shifts work for you! I feel like horror (and really any story, but horror is sort of.. an extreme) really needs this.. sense of normalcy, almost boredom or banality to it. Characters need to have their boring, every-day "normal" in order for something abnormal/supernatural/frightening to really have impact later on

plus I love creating goofy little interpersonal moments in general :>

RebelVampire

COMIC TEA PARTY- WEEK LONG BOOK CLUB END!

Thank you everyone so much for reading and chatting about Obelisk this week! Please also give a special thank you to Ashley McCammon for volunteering the comic and creating it! If you liked Obelisk, make sure to continue to support it via some of the links below!

Read and Comment: http://www.obeliskcomic.com/

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Words with ENTRO//

ENTRO// hailing from Melbourne, Australia is a beat-maker that is making moves within Australia and beyond, showcasing quality sounds that express the eccentric joys of hip hop, not to mention the bounce it induces in the day to day lives of its appreciators.

Which was something that drew me in about ENTRO//, first listen. His ability to change up the atmosphere around well-known rap tracks and their vocals in a way that doesn't take away the integrity from the original is truly blessed.

ENTRO// adds components that trigger the soul with his collection of vocal laced escapades in his various releases. Those ENTRO// escapades are evident in albums like "Tōge" and "Hands Free" released June of this year and "Tōge" October of last year.

Teleport back to 2018 and chill on ENTRO//'s flawless ode to Jazz and Soul "after hours" his nine-track wonder available like all ENTRO// releases via Bandcamp. "After hours" as an album, highlights, and samples moods and sounds that are timeless, it simply can't be missed if you're a lover of soul-infused musical displays.

Not to mention one of his earlier beat-tapes, "Etcetera" released in May 2016 that shows the development and dedication to beats ENTRO// has embodied since the beginning.

You'll notice ENTRO//'s creative response and fluency has shown his dedication to staying true to the roots of a song, and this is evident from the early days for this truly inventive beat-smith.

Innovation at it's best is what you can expect when you hit play on an ENTRO// track. So chill and take in the words of this Australian talent, making music for the soul, body, and mind, much love.

Hey ENTRO// thanks a lot for the opportunity to share words. First off, I thought I'd ask a few random quick questions to get things started.

Favourite Food: Sushi

Favourite Beverage: Red bull

A track to cry to: Jesus is the one ( I have depression)

A song to break it down to: ethereal - Playboi Carti

Last piece of art you brought, and what drew you in about it: Commissioned a piece from Melbourne artists @cactvs - portrait of me and my partner

Views on Reincarnation: donno

Views on Tea: Green

A childhood memory in regards to music: My mum used to listen to Macey Gray and I hated it lol

Go to Album of All-Times: Saba - Care for Me

Favourite Place to Eat in Melbourne: Korean BBQ

What you enjoy doing in your downtime: Video games, making clothes

Favourite Location: Osaka

Thanks for that ENTRO//. So, I thought I'd ask, what inspired you to give producing a go in the first place? Did you play any instruments before you picked up beat-making? How many years have you been at it and what brings you the most joy when you're making music?

I've played instruments since I was young. Guitar and drums mostly. I also learnt viola at school but that sucked ass. I've picked up piano recently too.

I just enjoy creating things I like, all the music I release is stuff I enjoy listening to myself.

When making music, do you have a routine you follow or a way you set your creative environment up before getting onto a track? If so, how do you find this benefits your mood and your creative output?

Not really, I just sit at my studio and listen to music, roll up some broccoli, look for samples, make drum tracks. I'll find something that sounds cool and go from there.

What does ENTRO// mean and represent to you? What is something you're trying to share through your music?

ENTRO// is just a form of expression for me - I just share what I enjoy making and am blessed to have people enjoy it the same way I do.

Melbourne has such a well, developing community for beat-makers and musicians in general, much love to those based in Melbourne bringing up other artists. Artists like Amin Payne whom we interviewed a while back and SADIVA whom we are in the works of words with too.

Humble individuals devoting themselves to sound, really feel that.

What do you enjoy about living and creating in Melbourne? And what do you feel Melbourne has to offer musicians that may be unique, compared to other areas in Australia you have visited or lived in?

Melbourne is hella diverse when it comes to music, and we're lucky to have a lot of opportunities to play live and network with each other. Everyone is super supportive too, it's nice to have a community like that.

Can you share more about HIGH BIAS a monthly event based in Melbourne that you are a part of?

High Bias is originally an event brand me and my partner put together with Fiftyfive. Through everyone's support and our amazing community, we've grown into a multi venue event group, as well as a clothing brand and micro cassette label.

HIGH BIAS I believe is a label as well, focusing on Mirco cassette releases for artists creating in the realms of Hip-Hip and Jazz and also supplies quality merch and vintage apparel through their website too, love the concept.

HIGH BIAS Website - https://highbias.supply/

Can you share what HIGH BIAS means, believes, and represents collectively?

High Bias was originally a homage to the "good old days" of lofi, before Spotify playlists and anime beats. We focus on the culture we fell in love with - and try to share that with everyone else.

These days, we've expanded our scope to become a platform for all things "sample culture." Essentially that means anything that reinvents conventions or turns them into something new. We try not to limit ourselves on what we want to do - we take each thing as it comes and decide as a group whether it's something we believe in and want to represent or not.

What is the feel of the live, monthly shows known as "Lofi Lounge"?

Lofi Lounge is pretty much what it sounds like. Lofi beats in a basement lounge bar. We also host jazz bands and hip hop crews, artists and video DJs too. We focus on creating a vibe rather than a show, we want it to be somewhere to chill with homies and catch up with the community.

And with the restrictions in place with Covid19 here in Australia, has HIGH BIAS had ideas for online shows?.

We think live streaming shows is quite over saturated right now - and it's not something we're excited about so its not on the cards right now.

What else can we expect from HIGH BIAS in the coming months?

Once venues start to re open we'll be back with our usual programming. We've got some more clothing drops on the way too - and finally a little secret project in the works with Good Mood Melbourne, but we can't speak too much on that right now.

Are you hoping to have HIGH BIAS in full swing again after restrictions have been lifted?

Absolutely.

What do you think you enjoy most about being a part of HIGH BIAS? And finally, what do you feel encouraged the move to start selling quality threads? The collection is mint by the way.

Thanks! High Bias allows us to support the community and share things we love.

We started making threads because outside of music, I've always been big on clothing and streetwear. It's another avenue of expression. We aim to make clothes that are sustainable and affordable, while still focusing on design and cuts.

What do you love most about expressing a part of yourself through music? Do you feel your music makes you feel vulnerable sometimes? If so, how do you overcome and embrace those feelings?

It's always enjoyable creating something, I do it for myself first and foremost. I'm just lucky to have people that like it as much as I do. Making music isn't a vulnerable thing for me.

When I first started sharing my music it was a little frightening putting it out to the world - but you kinda just have to do things like that sometimes and cop the feedback. Makes you a stronger person.

With everything going on worldwide at the moment with protests, illness, and lack of employment, what do you think creatives should be doing to show their support for those affected?

I don't think it matters who you are, people should look out for their friends and family - think global act local.

What do you feel creatives within the realms of Hip-Hop should be doing to show their appreciation for the roots and fore-creators?

As a white dude I don't like to speak on what we should be doing as it's not my place. But what's most important is to listen, be respectful and know that we are guests in this culture.

Would you say you like to explore various genres? What do you enjoy most about adapting and creating your own sound?

I donno, as a music fan I listen to many different genres, but when it comes to creating music I do what feels right. I'm really into that heavy 808 type stuff right now, so I try to blend jazzy, soulful stuff with that.

Let's go back and talk about your earliest beat-tape released in 2016 known as "Etcetera".

For me, this release as a whole is dosed in those smooth tones and jazzy feels that had me thinking to myself,

"Surely, you'd been producing a while before you released music?",

"Etcetera" is a blessed release to play track 1 to 10.

Favourite track for me is "INFAMOUS", much love for the skills displayed in this timeless release.

Link to Etcetera here - https://entrobeats.bandcamp.com/album/etcetera

Can you share how "Etcetera" came about and also, why the name Etcetera? Can you remember what your thoughts were like on the release date? What atmosphere were you trying to create with this release?

Etcetera is actually just a collection of beats I made in the early days. It's not something I revisit often but it was a good benchmark of what I had made at the time.

Do you have a favourite track from "Etcetera"? If so, what beat and why? Finally, what inspired the names of the tracks on "Etcetera"?

I don't really have a favourite from that album, I actually barely remember it lol. When I name tracks there's nothing special too it, it's normally a play on the original samples name, or a line from an acapella I used.

Thanks for that. Can you share a little about Lab Co and what they represent? You've released with this collective quite a bit.

What do you feel Lab Co represents and, what do you enjoy about releasing and creating with Lab Co? Where is Lab Co based?

Lab Co is literally just a crew of homies from mostly Melbourne. We're not as active as we once were but we all still play the same shows and catch up all the time.

It came together through us all being heavily involved with BeatLab, a show put together my Walla C and Clay Adams.

They gave a lot of us our first shows - and it grew from there. It's amazing having a tight knit crew around you, I love all those guys and girls and am forever grateful for it.

Going back to 2016, you also released another beat-tape in that year, "Wave '92" which is a full release consisting of 26 tracks that you put together for Melbourne based label Groove Penguin Records and HIGH BIAS.

For me, there are too many added goodies for me to choose a favourite.

You supply variety and innovation when it comes to working with beats and, your style feels very natural.

Link to Wave '92 here -

https://entrobeats.bandcamp.com/album/wave-92

How did this release come about and what inspired you to create it?

Also, what do you appreciate about having the opportunities to work on your music with other local curators and labels?

Funny enough, I was working a cafe at the time and got talking to the dude who runs the label as he was a regular customer. One thing lead to another and we put together the tape. It was awesome meeting everyone in that community and learning the ropes. I appreciate them for putting out my first physical release, meant a lot.

2018 was a good year for experimental Hip-Hop in Melbourne with the release of the HIGH BIAS compilation "local cuts [comp #01]" which showcased the works of producers and beat-makers that have played at the monthly Melbourne shows "Lofi Lounge".

Insane tracks by artists such as SADIVA, ohwell, and yourself are featured in local cuts and it's such a release.

Bounce, emotion, and soul are all present in this comp, cheers to all involved.

Link to "local cuts [comp #01]" Here- https://highbiassupply.bandcamp.com/album/local-cuts-comp-01

Your track "i'm lazy these days" for the compilation was a smooth jazzy number. The piano simply carries you away, much love.

What's it like to perform at a "Lofi Lounge"? Also, what was it like to make "i'm lazy these days"? Clever track name btw.

Performing at Lofi Lounge is pretty chill.

We let people do their thing and just facilitate them.

I'm lazy these days was literally thrown together in 20 min cus I forgot to make a beat for the tape lmao, hence the name.

Does your family know you make music? If so, what does your family think about your sound and how do they show support for what you do?

Yeah! They're real supportive as well, they think cus I got a couple million plays on Spotify that I'm like a big deal, so it's kind of cute lmao

Away from music, what does your day to day activities usually consist of? Does your day to day inspire or influence the music you make?

Not much right now cus of isolation, but it's normally a lot of going to shows, seeing homies, playing video games. Inspiration comes from experience for me. Whether it's listening to new music or getting hyped from someone else's success.

Can we look with a wee bit more detail into your August 2018 release "after hours"? Which has to be one of my favourite albums by yourself.

Jazzy vibes that suit day or night layered in drums that make the heart skip a beat, vibrant and balanced, I've found myself playing "after hours" on repeat. Thank you for the effort you put into this one.

Link to after hours here -

https://entrobeats.bandcamp.com/album/after-hours

You produced this album in 6 months too, what was that like?

Just like any other project for me, I catch a certain vibe and run with it till I have something

Did you create any deadlines for yourself with this release? Also, what was "after hours" like to create?

I never do deadlines, I try to release at least one full length a year but it's more important for me to make sure the music is ready before pushing it out.

What atmosphere were you trying to create with this 9-track blessing?

Just some lounge type hip hop beats - I didn't think too much about this one but I do think I really refined my style at the time when it came to that release.

Do you have a favourite track from this release, if so, which one and why?

Nokia 3310 by far - it's just such a tasty sample.

Last year you released "Tōge" a 14 track album that showcases lofi hip-hop laced in all things phonk and jazz, with drums that add bounce and has the head-bopping till you hit the last track "Class Is Over", to the way you worked the vocal samples in "Tōge" which also needs to be commended.

Nice work yet again on this release, I feel it's a must cope for anyone who enjoys experimental hip-hop. "Tōge" seems to show how you subtly change your sound and still hold that integrity within your work, it's blessed to hear through-out this entire release.

When one purchases this release, you're also gifted with 11 bonus musical blessings that are just worth the purchase, much gratitude for the additions.

Link to Tōge here - https://entrobeats.bandcamp.com/album/t-ge

Can you share what "Tōge" was like to create? What encouraged the vocal samples you worked with in this release? And finally, what did you enjoy working on most with this album?

Toge for me was my departure from lofi. I was experimenting with 808s and slower tempos, triplets etc. I started using Acapellas from modern rappers I liked, putting it into a different context over my type of beats. It was refreshing to do something different.

If you still have it in you, I would love to discuss "Hands Free" which you released at the start of June this year.

This album has your track "double cheese" in it and this track was my introduction to your sound.

Your take on "Double" by Smokepurpp and NLE Choppa just blew me away, subtle alterations to the vocals that enhanced drums as I had never heard them before. You added another layer of soul with your take.

I knew at first play you'd be someone I'd love the opportunity to share words with so before we end, I'd just like to thank you for what you're doing within music here in Australia.

Back on "Hands Free" what inspired you to put this release together?

Link to Hands Free here - https://entrobeats.bandcamp.com/album/hands-free

Nothing in particular, I had been working on some new music and with all the time off I've had recently it was a good time to put something together.

What were your nerves like with this release? What inspires you to release bonus tracks with your releases?

No nerves or anything like that. The bonus tracks on that release are for the people that prefer the instrumentals. I like to include them for anyone that buys the album.

Also, what drew in in about the particular songs you chose to sample for this album as a whole and how does this release resonate with you as its creator?

I was actually listening to a lot of Jetson, baccyard and Soudiere at the time so that was kind of the vibe.

Any upcoming releases or collaborations in the works that you would like to share more details about?

I'm always working on music so I'll have some stuff out again soon. Some singles and maybe another EP before the end of the year.

Can you recommend any artists from music and beyond that you feel our readers would benefit from checking out?

Aside from who I mentioned above, as well as everyone in Lab Co - I'd have to say some of my influences when I first started out.

bsd.u, p00k, aNTOJE, mdbnd, AKTR, bugseed,

Any Last Words?

Thanks for having me!

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fanfictionfrustration · 7 years

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Break The Ice ~ Meihem

Meihem.

Junkrat messes up, and tries to make things right.

Implied sexy times ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Mei sat in the communal area, sipping her drink slowly while glancing over some data she’d been collecting over the last month. Something seemed off about it and she couldn’t quite place it.

Jamison Fawkes sat with his bodyguard at a small table, a little ways apart from everyone else. He was sipping his bobba and seemed oddly quiet for his usual neurotic self. Roadhog had been sat watching the small man, studying his frantic glances, and serious expression. After some time he let out a grunt, causing Junkrats eyes to flick up to meet his.

“Wot?” The smaller australian spat.

Roadhog sighed loudly, “You’re quiet.”

“So wot?” Jamison gruffly responded.

Roadhog grunted in response, unsatisfied by the vague answer he was given.

“Back off mate.” Junkrat glared up at the masked man.

“Jamison.” Roadhog emphatically wheezed his name.

“Foine! Its that little sheila, neva seen her look so…o’i donno…um lost…I guess.” He explained, his eyes drifting back to where Mei was sat.

Mako sighed, Jamison wasn’t the most empathetic man, but he had always had an interest in the little ice woman. The only problem between the two was well Mei’s obvious distaste for the crude Australian, and Jamison’s obliviousness to the situation.

“O’im gonna ask her wot she’s doin.” Junkrat suddenly said, jumping from his chair and sauntering over towards the small woman.

This happened in the blink of an eye, giving Roadhog no time to stop the lanky man. He turned in his seat and saw Jamison peering over Mei’s shoulder to see what she was looking at.

Mei, completely unaware of the tall man leaning over her, was getting more and more frustrated by the minute, what was wrong with this irritating data?

*“Yěshì zuìle!” She muttered angrily at the data.

“Wot you lookin at Mei?” A shrill voice sounded behind her.

She leaped out of her skin at the sudden sound of the voice, causing her to spill her drink all over her tablet, short circuiting it in the process.

“Shǐ!” She winced as she attempted to salvage the device.

The screen flickered a few times before passing away in her hands. She was already wound up due to the data she was trying to wrap her head around, and this was just the icing on the cake. She span around to meet the face of her scarer, her blood was boiling.

“Jamison Fawkes! Why am I not surprised!” She shouted. “Look what you’ve done!” She said pushing the broken device into the hands of the junker. She glared at him furiously before storming off out of the room. Junkrat hadn’t spoken a word, but his mouth was wide open.

He looked down at the broken machine in his hands, and then back up at the door that the small woman had just stormed out of. Roadhog, who had been silently observing the events that had just passed, made his way over to his boss. Placing a large hand on his back in an effort to console him, he led him away towards their living quarters.

“O’i just wanted to ‘elp her.” Jamison said as he sat down at his workbench.

His station was covered in explosives, gunpowder and shrapnel, but that was how he liked it. Clearing a space on his desk, he placed the tablet down on it. He rested his head onto his hand, his brow furrowing as he attempted to think of ways to apologize.

Roadhog grumbled in response, as he sat himself down in a large chair, grabbing a magazine to flip through as he did so.

Mei had returned to her room, furious with the junker. He was so damned annoying, with his loud voice, and his constant pestering, and did he ever bathe? And he was so impolite and crude, and tall, and strong, and handsome in his own way…and….No! Make shook her head, trying to remove thoughts of the australian from her mind. She flopped onto her bed, groaning loudly as she pulled a pillow over her head.

“Well, I guess I don’t have to worry about that data anymore.” She said aloud.

Her small robotic friend beeped to life, flying over to her, it peered into her face.

“Hey Snowball.” She said patting it gently.

It beeped happily, snuggling up next to her. They lay there for a while, until both fell fast asleep, thoughts of the australian man still on her mind.

Junkrat had been working non stop repairing the broken tablet. A few hours had gone by and he had finally gotten it working, granted the device didn’t look as slick as it once did, as he had to use scrap to fix it up. It looked better in his opinion anyway, like it had been junkerfide.

“O’i fixed it!” He declared happily, letting out a shrill laugh.

He turned holding the device above his head proudly. Roadhog looked at his friend, he had fixed it yes, but the machine somehow looked more broken, but that’s what happens when a junker gets hold of something. He gave junkrat a thumbs up, which caused a wide smile to spread across his face.

“Roight, ima go show ‘er.” He said spinning on his peg leg and clunking his way out of the door.

He marched his way around the base, until reaching Mei’s bedroom door, at first he raised his fist to aggressively knock, but stopping himself before assaulting the door, he gave a gentle tap, and called out her name. At first he didn’t get any response, but after the second knock hear could here shuffling from behind the door.

Mei woke to the sound of a gentle knocking, stretching she made her way over to the door. To her surprise Junkrat stood sheepishly looking down at her, with what seemed to be her tablet in his hands, but it looked slightly different.

“What do you want Jamison!” She yawned his name, as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

Junkrat thought he was going to turn into a puddle on the spot. Her hair was tussled, and her face slightly flushed, she looked so warm and soft. So…perfect.

“Oi…um…o’i…” He began, his nerves kicking in. “O’i um fixed it.” He said thrusting the device towards her frantically.

Mei looked down at the machine, she carefully took the tablet out of his hands, her fingers brushed against his skin, he was so warm, his skin was rough and it sent tingles down her spine. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his golden ones.

“Jamison…you didn’t have to…” She piped up.

“It wos nothin.” He said trying to mask his embarrassment, by shoving his hands into his pockets. “Wos me who broke it.”

“Well thank you,” She said looking down at the funky looking device in her hands.

He smiled at her, shrugging his shoulders. “Roight, i’ll be off then.” He said turning to leave.

But before he could leave he felt a hand grab his arm softly. He turned back to see Mei clutching onto him, looking equally as surprised as he was.

“I…I’m sorry I don’t know why I did that.” She stuttered surprised at her own actions.

She looked up at him, his eyes searching her face. Neither spoke a word but there was a silent understanding between the two. Mei’s hand slid into his, it felt so small in comparison. His eyes flicked to there intwind hands, he was unsure what to do. Mei pulled him slightly, leading him further into her room. She pulled him towards her bed, she sat down, and he followed her motion. It crossed his mind that he’d never been this quiet in his whole life.

She placed her hands on his chest, feeling his strong muscles move under her gentle touch, she slid them upwards until her arms wrapped around his neck, he carefully placed his hands on her waist, pulling her towards him and setting her on is lap. Mei squeaked slightly in his arms.

“Sorry darl.” He said immediately letting her go.

Mei giggled slightly, grabbing his hands and placing them back onto her waist.

“It’s fine, you just surprised me, thats all.” She reassured him.

She rested her forehead against his, he was warm and smelt slightly of burning and ash, it was intoxicating, she found it drew her towards him even more. His eyes were watching her closely, studying every little movement she made. Every little gasp she made as his hands roamed around her body, caused him to feel as though he’d been electrocuted.

This whole situation was a complete surprise to him, he’d expected her to just thank him for repairing her machine, and then shut the door on him. Not for all his wishes to come true, he was sat in her room, with her sat on his lap, her arms wrapped around him. Maybe he was dead, was this heaven? It had to be.

Her head tilted slightly, he could feel her warm breath on his lips, she was so close inches away from him. Their lips brushed against each other, when a loud knock sounded at the door, causing Mei to jump so quickly out of his arms that he didn’t even see her do it. She opened the door to find Tracer stood happily looking back at her.

“Lena! Hello, what can I do for you?” She said as she tried to compose herself.

“Winston wanted me to ask you to go and see him, I think he needs help with some ‘irregular data’ or something.” Tracer said, peering into the room behind Mei.

“Oh! Yes I noticed that too!” Thoughts of the data returning into Mei’s mind

Out of the corner of Tracer’s eye, she spotted Junkrat sat on Mei’s bed, looking as though he was rethinking his existence. Mei suddenly snapped out of her data ridden thoughts, and pulled the door slightly shut, obscuring Lena’s line of sight.

“Could you tell him I’ll be there soon.” Mei said trying to distract Tracer.

“Hmm? Oh yeah sure…is that…?” Tracer said trying to see through the door.

“Ok, thank you Lena.” Mei said shutting the door quickly.

Junkrat looked up at her, “Ao’right darl?” He questioned.

Mei nodded and sighed loudly, well keeping this quiet had just flown out of the window. She made her way back over to the bed.

Might as well finish what she’d started. Winston could wait.

“Yěshì zuìle!” - From what I gather this is an expression of frustration, it more or less means to call someone or something drunk as it’s not making any sense.

“Shǐ!” - This was the closest thing I could find too shit. - Its literal translation is faeces. (There is probably a better word but this is all I could find)

Hope you enjoyed this, this ones a little more…suggestive (?) Than usual.

Sorry about spelling and grammar, I’m a dyslexic disaster.

#meihem #junkrat #mei #mei overwatch #jamison fawkes #junkmei #junkrat x mei #fanfic #oneshot

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I think Sasuke fans who dislike Itachi do understand him but have different ideas. They see that Itachi doesn't deserve Sasuke's love. They think there're other ways at Itachi's hand to prevent the massacre e.x he could've inform Hirozin about Danzo's plan since he's still want to slove things peacfully through words and has the authority to stop Danzo. Or Itachi could've just told the Uchiha to flee Konoha immediately cuz the government found out about the coup and plan to slain them.

(part 2/3) They say the Uchiha were discuss the coup; it was a possibility not a confirmed fact yet. But Itachi did none of those. They say he /chose/ to carry out the massacre cuz he despise the Uchiha.I donno i don’t want to go into anti Itachi tag again :( sorry for bothering you.

(pro-Itachi, anti-Itachi haters under the cut)

You’re not bothering me, feel free to drop by whenever you want~

What I don’t get is why you go in the anti-Itachi tag if you disagree with them anyway…maybe it’s because you’re uncertain about this subject so you’re trying to understand both parts? if this is the case I hope you’ll find your own opinion soon, even anti-Itachi, if you come to it on your own, free from brainless arguments. If this is not the case I strongly suggest you to use xkit or tumblr savior to blacklist their posts, or to block them. It works wonders for your tumblr experience.

If this sounds kinda jaded it’s not about your ask or because of it, but because of the argument.. every once in a while a new blog comes up with *enlightening and original ideas*, or an older blog rekindles them, which lights the match of the discussion again and the arguments are always the same. The Uchiha massacre is a strong issue on which everyone has a strong opinion so disagreeing is expected. I’ve been dealing with this sort of bullshit arguments since forever, so you’ll understand if I won’t go into this in detail again because I already covered this subject many times (here I posted a compilation of what has been said in the manga, also here, here and here and this is Itachi’s defense tag).

Who wrote that crap is probably a functional illiterate, lacking critical thinking and basic reasoning, not to mention not having read the manga well, thus deeming appropriate to become some fictional sjw police officer to show how smart and analytical they are. Am I too critical towards them? Maybe they really support Sasuke and defend him? Probably. But this doesn’t justify the bullshit arguments.

-They weren’t just discussing the coup, it was a plan they’d execute soon. In the Itachi Shinden anime it’s better specified how they were ready to strike. In the manga it’s more indirect. It’s said that diplomacy had failed, that Shisui tried and failed too, so Itachi felt like he had no other choice. You need some willing suspension of disbelief here, but also not because Danzo taking Shisui’s eye instead of letting him deal with the clan using it, it’s enough of a proof of his malicious intent and no one doing anything about it it’s enough of a proof of how Itachi was alone. It’s all in the panels, indirectly but it’s there. Now, if someone instead sees the coup only being discussed and all that crap, it’s their problem.

-He could have informed Hiruzen of what? Hiruzen knew about Danzo’s plan! Itachi goes to him before leaving Konoha, to plead to protect SAsuke. Let me repeat this again: The massacre was ordered by Danzo and Hiruzen knew his intention and didn’t stop him. Hiruzen is as guilty as Danzo, even more since he was supposed to protect the whole village, Uchiha included, Itachi included. When he let Danzo carry on with his plan he got his hands dirtier than Danzo and Itachi. So fuck this, really.

-Itachi thought that the Uchiha carrying on the coup would make the village unstable thus easily invaded by enemy countries since at that time coutrnies were all enemies. There is no proof of this, but it’s what Obito says. If they clan were to flee they would have become enemies to the village anyway, they would be weaker against enemies anyway, Sasuke would have had an unstable life and so on. Itachi is said to have gained Hokage-like wisdom and knowledge since he was a child. It’s logical to assume that he knew history and politics going on back then, so he knew exactly what was happening around them and what would have happened in case of a coup.

-Itachi didn’t deserve Sasuke’s love, he was too cruel to him, blah blah blah. I’m so sick and tired of hearing this…it’s subjective how to feel about this.

He acted cruelly, yes, he traumatized Sasuke, he retraumatized him, yes.

Is it objectively and ethically wrong? Yes.

Did he have a reason to do so? Agree or not, yes. He had to make Sasuke who adored him, see him as a monster, acting cruelly was the only way. At the inn he tried to ignore him but Sasuke insisted, and since he couldn’t risk to let Sasuke have the least doubt (or Danzo would have targeted him), he “tested his hate” and fueled it, to make sure he would eventually fight him.

Is it important to the plot? FUCK YES. Not only it’s an extremely intense and fascinating scene, that fleshed out their personalities and developed their relationship, it also allowed the plot to advance, by pushing Sasuke to seek Orochimaru thus become stronger to defeat him, then to kill Orochimaru and form Team Taka, then to kill Itachi with a stronger resolve, as that moment is the one he recalls more often. All the while Naruto trained with Jiraiya while S*kura with Tsunade, both motivated by bringing Sasuke back. Would this have happened without Itachi’s cruelty? Maybe, or maybe not. Certainly it wouldn’t have such impact.

Focusing on the single act/event is so pointless to me, because they’re all parts of a bigger scheme. If some were to change, even for the better, other important consequences wouldn’t happen. So discussing about how unjust the massacre is ok, I always say so myself (BUT I BLAME THE REAL CULPRITS) but making it a crusade against Itachi becomes ridiculous, a proof of lack of “willing suspension of disbelief”, of poor understanding of narrative mechanisms (for which evil characters and actions are a mean to make the others shine brighter so Danzo is useful too in this optic) and what’s worse, of the plot itself.

In case it’s not clear, the massacre is a damn plot device as well, it’s Sasuke’s and Itachi’s damn backstory, it’s what makes them the amazing characters they are, so while discussing what-ifs and alternative AUs is cool, these alternatives all are possible because the massacre happened, otherwise the Uchiha clan would be one of the many Konoha clans and Sasuke and Itachi would be like, say, a cooler version of Hinata and Neji, with angst and a backstory of injustice never solved, because knowing kishimoto and how he bunches every konoha ally into a big blurred group, he’d never focus on them as well as he did with the massacre.

Deserve it or not, Itachi has Sasuke’s love. Deserve it or not, he has SAsuke’s forgiveness and complete understanding of the situation he was put it. This, to me, counts more than anything. Sasuke, unlike most, understood that Itachi was 13, that he had lost his only friend who could have helped him, that he was scared to death about Sasuke being in danger, that he thought that despite the village’s flaws, it still was a better and safer environment than anything else for his little brother, and that he made sure that the village would keep Sasuke safe by threatening Danzo.

Someone will always disagree with this, and I find useless to discuss with them. They have their opinion, as long as they stay in the anti-tag only it’s fine, I have my own opinion anyway. Which is well thought and not influenced by trends or groups or mob ethics for dummies. Btw my opinion also includes wishing that these opinionated antis got their heads out of their asses every once in a while and realize that this is fictional and fiction is not real and it doesn’t have to be, that if they care about ethics and politics and they want to protest against genocides and oppression, in real life there is a shit-ton of those, and their help is much more needed on these.

#pro-itachi #Anonymous #what would the story be without the inn scene really #I mean non massacre AUs are cool but isn't the real thing more heartbreaking?#would people be so attached to sasuke and itachi in a non massacre AU? ugh maybe they would judging by how #they reduce them and naruto and pretty much everyone in shoujo/yaoi clichés without considering their personality #vivalarevolution #vivalarevolution: in his defense

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((Another RP continuation with @last-of-my-bloodline, and HOOO BOY here comes some drama ‘,:3c))

“He didn’t know anything.”

For once, Light was forced to sit out of something regarding the tentails investigation. A little over five months into his pregnancy, the side effects had begun to weigh on him. Their king should have been present for an interrogation of such a high-level suspect, but fatigue and sharp pains had begun to crop up. Instead, Shadow and a high-ranking royal guard rotated between conducting the overly long interrogation, with Manic looking on and learning just as little as everyone else.

Manic began to help Light to his feet. “He just kept saying the same five things in the same exact ways, and none of their threats shook him even a little.” He puffed as he began to exit the bedroom with his partner. “You sure you wanna read it over? I mean, I’m not joking, he was like robotically saying everything. He didn’t give us anything we could use.”

Giving a sigh, Light simply shook his head as he walked with him. “Some of them were not always informed of something so that one would do the act while another was just the scapegoat for the unknown assailants actions,” he said, rubbing his muzzle a bit in slight frustration. Glancing over to Manic he managed a small smile past this frustrating event. “There are other people who may know, but finding the right ones is the painstaking point.”

He sighed again. Lightwings always had it rough during the midpoint of development, n’ he knew once already that being pregnant is hard on him, though thankfully it would seem some luck was with him, as this time round wasn’t as rough so he could guess one or two pups at least. “I’m glad at least I can walk this time, compared to my last pregnancy I was stuck in bed after the fifth month then.” He gave a small chuckle. "Oh god, speaking of your other pregmancy!" Manic was clearly amused by something, given his large smile and goofy pronunciation. "So someone was looking after little Chaos, right? Uh, I don't think he really got that we were doing boring government stuff, and he's not gonna hear that we're doing an interrogation. I think he wanted to just be with people, cause-" He laughed to himself. "He said he wanted to go with his 'Shadow Dad'." Manic caught the chance for a terrible pun too late. "His Dadow, if you will? Think we should have taken him to see baby's first interrogation?" The stairs were only a story, but if Light was having trouble getting out of bed, he probably had to be escorted down. "Hey, you said you were stuck in bed after then? Uh... Like, how stuck are we talking?" He kept a close eye on every step Light made. "What if you needed to go downstairs, or something?" He shook hie head to that. “I donno for sure if that is a good idea yet,” he said as he carefully made his way down the stairs. "My last pregnancy was harder than this time round, as I know for sure I am not carrying triplets.” He chuckled a little. “It was much harder then than it is now, but I know in another month or so I may have similar issues as I did with the triplets.”

With a little help he did get to the lower floor. “Still, I wonder if there has been any news on someone trying for the opal we set a few days back?” He wondered, as he had let Manic set up a trap in the hopes of locating Scourge or someone who knew him. Manic was still grinning. "We might've gotten lucky, dude." Manic shifted his weight on his legs, sticking a slightly sassy stance. "Someone actually tried to rob that place we sent the fake opal to earlier this morning! My plan was flawless, and security caught some salamander trying to make off with it." He looked pretty proud of himself as they reached the ground floor. "I don't know if they have anything to do with Scourge, but we know the system's working!" One of Light's many advisers ran up towards the two, visibly shocked. "Your majesty," the hornet woman said, "Get back to your room immediately, you shouldn't be downstairs, the opal's just been stolen!" "We know," Manic added. "We sent them a fake, remember?" "No, not the fake one!" She was wrenching her hands together nervously. "The real opal! A fox thief knocked out the guards to the royal vault, they're probably still in the castle!" "How would anyone of learned where the real one was?” He questioned, unsure to the details of this incident. “Are the guards looking for the intruder?” Light spoke up wanting to know for sure how his guards for one fact could have been taken down so easily. "Yes, they're searching as we speak, now you need to stay out of harms way!" She attempted to usher the pair back upstairs, speaking as she motioned desperately for them to follow. "No one knows how this could have been allowed to happen. We're going to have a very thorough examination of our security measures as soon as this incident is sorted out. Why, I believe...! ... ..." Manic clutched Light's hands while the hornet rambled on about specific details that weren't important at the moment. Manic would have started to follow her up the stairs, except for the loud commotion coming from the front courtyard. It was a dumb move, but... "Just a sec." Manic rushed into one of the stare rooms, observing the scene in the yard from a safe distance. A large number of royal guards were surrounding some nondescript figure that appeared to be screaming and yelling for them to let go. The adviser deftly flew behind the two, observing the scene. "It appears that the situation has already been taken care of." But even still, the sudden theft and action only raised more questions, and the terrified look on Manic's face as he got a better look at the thief let Light know that this wasn't some random thief. “I want this thief brought in so we can find out what the devil is going on,” Light said to his adviser, then looked to Manic. “Do you know this one, Manic?” He asked, as he was nervous of how his treasury was so easily broken into by one thief. The fearful way he grunted in response gave Light a resounding 'yes'. This might have been comforting if they were going for an interrogation, but there weren't many times that Manic let his fear creep through his skin. The few other times have been from some kind of total terror. Whoever this fox was had already given the castle one jolt, and it was clear they weren't going to leave until their presence had reverberated fear through the castle occupants. ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ "I don't- What the hell are you thinking, Alti?!"

"Altitude, Manic. Be professional and use my full name," The hornet told him. Joined by Light, members of the castle guard, and a few other intelligence specialists, the same adviser had called Manic to a government building used for high-profile investigations and interrogations barely an hour after the arrest was made. "Regardless of your past together, you know our suspect more than anyone else here possibly could. You've done exceptionally well with your training, it's time that you take on a real interrogation.”

Manic tried to present a counter argument, but kept stopping himself as soon as he opened his mouth. He couldn't think of anything that wouldn't sound vile. He looked at Light, as though he was begging for him to come up with something. Light was nervous as he didn’t know what to do. “Shadow will be in there for sure, as he is still the experienced one in this detail, but what exactly are we to interrogate the fox for?” He asked. Shadow grunted slightly. “First of all, how she came across the information that the real opal was here, not to mention see what else she may know as of the tentails n’ possibly the green hedgehog you n’ Manic are looking for,” he replied to his brother n’ king. “If Manic can’t handle it on this I’ll jump in.” Manic didn't even give Altitude a chance to speak. "Yeah, we can stay out here and I can give him information. Just cause I know her doesn't mean I've gotta be in there." He reached up to his ear, pulling out a small, almost invisible device. "We'll just sit at the board. Catch." Manic tossed the earpiece towards Shadow. Despite the mostly traditional buildings around the area, there were meshes of modern technology sprinkled throughout. These facilities were much more modern than almost any other buildings in the area. Security cameras, one-way mirrors, earpieces and mics - nothing that was too fancy, but strangely modern against the more traditional country. Manic sat at the 'board', a large panel with a mic leading straight into Shadow's earpiece and a few special command buttons. He stared through the glass at the suspect, sitting casually in the heavily guarded interview room. He sighed. "We ready?" Shadow nodded a bit over the mic before he walked into the room where they kept the thief in. Light sighed slightly as he looked over to Manic. "I still don’t understand how she managed to get by so much easier than the thieves I’ve dealt with before?” He whispered to him. "Guys are always falling for her," Manic said as the small group watched Shadow approach the thief. "I guessing that those two other guys were just pawns she used." It wasn't a long walk, but the dead silence made it agonizing for Manic to watch. Shadow stood across from the suspect, who simply kept her casual stance. She wasn't one of the tentails, a normal fox, although normal here is entirely relative. The woman was exceptionally beautiful, and very striking. Black clothes, red fur, and brilliant golden eyes. "You've got a really nice set of troops," she cooed out. It almost sounded like she was trying to flirt her way out of this. "Usually, no one even notices we were there until we're over the border." Manic mumbled to himself. "God damnit, Fiona..." Light gave a confused look. “Is she really trying to flirt with my brother?” He spoke softly as he watched through to the other room. Shadow huffed his large tail twitching slightly before he looked to the female. “With the young lord I make sure it is better than what you think, thief,” he said strictly. “Now we are going to get answers out of you whether I be nice about it or I force them out.” "Pushy..." Fiona said, looking him in the eye. "The cute ones are always the coldest." "She always flirts with dudes," Manic said simply. He pushed the button to tune into Shadow's earpiece. "She hits on everyone to get their guard down. Just brush it off." "I can't give you answers without knowing any of the questions." She tapped the claws on her right hand impatiently on the table. "You already know what happened, don't you? Someone stole an opal, so I stole it right back. Isn't that all you need to know?" He looked back to the fox once more. “I’m here cause of the theft yes, but I’m sure you were not returning the opal.” He said in return. “No one knew it was even here, so how did you even come across that information?” Light glanced to Manic. “Would she have any knowledge of Scourge?” He asked him, wondering from how he seemed to know something of her would there be a chance of reducing the search of the one currently still unknown. "She'd probably know more than anyone else," Manic admitted. "A lot happened between em." Fiona just smiled and laughed. "I hope this isn't too complicated, but Chaos gems give off Chaos energy." She spoke as though she were a preschool teacher telling children the most basic concepts. "And when something gives off energy, you can follow that energy to the source. With the right equipment, of course." Before Shadow could speak again, Fiona leaned back. "Besides, that green twerp wouldn't let a chaos gem out of his sights. You think he'd really let some museum have it?" He grunted at the remark. ‘Maybe she isn’t that stupid,‘ he thought for a moment. “Well since we got that out of the way… I’m highly sure you did something to my well trained guards that were supposed to be guarding that treasury.”

Light sighed a bit. “Maybe we should have hidden the signature the opal has, but its late now,” he mumbled slightly as he looked back up.

Shadow then leaned against the wall. ”There are a few other things I’d prefer to ask,” he started off. “You wouldn’t happen to know if there was a tentail in the area of the market before or after the explosion not too long ago?” He decided to see if this single tailed female ever got close enough, since tentails were very touchy of which tailed foxes got near them. "One at a time," she said. "Do you want to know about your guards, or your market?" The look on Shadow's face told her he wanted answers for both. "Tch. I'd think the ones who didn't get knocked out would be the well trained ones." She dropped most of her saccharine tone, and thought. Could she lie and- no, he was long gone by now. "Well, if you HAVE to know, not all of your guards are on your side. I'd watch out, you might have some moles in your castle. You did make sure they were all your guards, right?" "She sent in a guy to help," Manic started, turning on the mic. "Seven guards were knocked out, the last vault guard went missing, remember?" He sighed. "One of her cronies must've stolen a suit of armor." "But bombs?" She feigned offence at the statement. "Those aren't my style. I do what's best for me. I don't have anything to get from blowing up a bunch of people. What, are you just singling me out for being a fox, too?" Manic couldn't press the button fast enough when he realized what she said. "We never told her the tentails are foxes." “No, but you may know of who did set the bomb from that. Mentioning we are sure it is a tentail n’ we never mentioned they were a fox,” he said as he looked more direct to her. “What do you know of the incident?”

Light stayed quiet as he was both curious to hear n’ unsure if she would tell. Manic was focused just as much, but more out of shock. Fiona wasn't the sort to plant bombs. She couldn't be involved, right? She left them waiting for her answer. "I know OF them." Fiona said. "I know they're some tribe of foxes. Some guy tried to hit on me and started talking about his tribe. I think he thought I'd like him just because I'm also a fox, but he wasn't even that cute. Couldn't even tell you what he looked like. Not like you... You know, you never told me your name?" "Oh- Bullshit." Manic said, exasperated. He didn't even bother turning on the mic, that was her worst lie yet. “The name is not important, what is important is if you knew what else the tentails may be up to.” He grumbled slightly knowing she was doing this on purpose.

Light sighed slightly. “Females like her are always ones I stay cautious of, no matter who they may be,” he mumbled as he rubbed his head.

Shadow crossed his arms a bit. “We have other questions for you as well.” "I don't see what else I could tell you. I've already told you about the theft, and I've confessed everything." Her tone indicated that she, in fact, hadn't confessed everything, but she brushed over that detail. "And I don't know what I could tell you about the "ten tails." I met one at random, and told him to take a hike. What do you want to hear from me?" He leaned forward, putting on a smile and supporting her chin under folded hands. "Or are you looking for some gossip?" Someone silently entered the room, an officer carrying some kind of classified report. He handed the very first copy to the king, before passing the news around silently to intelligence experts. Manic leaned over, reading a few specific lines into the mic for Shadow. "Inspection of the stolen armor revealed strands of reddish-purple fur. Upon inspection, the length, width and shape of the strands indicate it was worn at some point by a tentail." "One of our missing armors that had been found had bits of tentail fur on it, n’ last I checked, I didn’t train any tentails, so you must know something about it.” He said to the single tailed fox. Light was uncomfortable with the idea that a tentail had been that close to him n’ he didn’t sense them. ‘This is insane,’ he thought nervously. Fiona took another pause, giving Manic time to reach over and pat his partner's back. "Don't worry, dude, you're alright," he whispered. "Based on what? You're basing this on circumstantial-" Fiona was immediately silence by Shadow's fist colliding with the metal table. The message was clear, he was done taking this garbage. Fiona slumped in her chair, and let go of some of most of her flirting. "Spotless," She finally uttered. "That's the one who got you guys, he's dark purple and very gullible. I just got these two guys to help me out. Surprised he didn't get killed, he didn't even hide his tails until he got that armor on. You can find him, he's probably in a gutter somewhere." She leaned forwards. "Like I said, he hit on me, so I got some use out of him. You've got a name and a description, are you happy, Columbo?" Sighing slightly, he spoke up. “Just one or two more? What is your current knowledge of Scourge the hedgehog?” he asked, unsure of how Manic would take to him asking her this one. Fiona was silently happy he brought up Scourge. She didn't have to talk about the extra information she let slip. "Aren't you investigating a theft?" She piped in with. "So what does a bombing have to do with anything, huh? And what does Scourge have to do with anything?" She spat out his name with the spite reserved for racial slurs. "I came here to steal a gem, and I got caught stealing that gem, why are you asking me all these-" A lightbulb could be seen going off in Fiona's head. "I'm guessing your king's royal slut's in control of everything now? He's not the innocent pretty-boy he plays himself up as, you know. He's forcing you to interrogate innocent witnesses for useless info, doesn't that tell you enough about him? You're a strong guy, now act like a man and do your job right! If you're going to ask me questions, ask me relevant questions!" Manic's finger was hovering over a button meant to send a simple, strong "no" to Shadow. Fiona leaned back, almost challenging Shadow to retort. "Scourge IS irrelevant to the theft, isn't he?" “Does that matter…” he said in a calm tone ignoring the tone she had. “You came for the opal, n’ we Know Scourge is after the same thing, so he must be involved with this somehow.” He glared a bit as he was a bit upset with her disrespect. Fiona leaned back in her seat, thinking. Yes, they were both after the same thing, and she couldn't deny that all the evidence pointed towards him being involved. So she figured the best way to pull out of this. "You want my motives, then?" She said. "If I tell you why I'm here, will you accept that Scourge has nothing to do with this?" She exhaled. "I don't know if you've heard of my business, the Carnival Nights casino and resort? Antimobius ain't a good place to run that kind of place. When everything's gone to hell, you have to take matters into your own hands. You need a lot of manpower, but if you can just used a chaos gem and warp any intruders away, you don't need half as much. We could reimburse you for that little gem, if you want." She huffed. "I sacrificed some of my own men to get that thing. I have plenty of reasons to want that back. And I don't want Scourge anywhere near me. Your whole theory's garbage, so why don't you forget about-" “How long do you intend to keep up the act of limited information?” He questioned as he could feel her energy said she knew more than she let on. He just waited to see if she would even spill much at all. Light glanced over to Manic. “So I wasn’t the only one feeling the signature in her energy that she was holding off something?” He spoke up nervous, but somewhat calm. "You don't need your powers to know that about Fiona," Manic added. "She's always lying about something. We've just gotta figure out how to force it out of her..." "I've told you everything I can tell you," Fiona lied blatantly. "Just because you don't like my answers doesn't mean that they're not true. But if you don't want to hear them, we could always end our little chat." Manic pushed the button on the mic again. "Scourge's friends would always get easier to pick apart when they got angry. Insult her and start making mistakes, see if you can make her angry and get her to spill anything." Shadow had a slight look, as he wasn’t sure how the heck he could anger a female like this one. ’Easier said than done, Manic, I don’t know much about this one to anger her,’ he thought.

Light sighed slightly as he stood up from his seat. “I think this needs to be personal n’ we should go in n’ get her to talk,” he said a slight bit agitated. Manic was trying not to say that. He didn't want to talk to her in person. But everyone seemed to agree. Shadow, Light, and Altitude all seemed to come to that conclusion on their own. He closed his eyes, straightened his back, and pressed the button on the console. "Wrap it up, Shadow. We're heading in there." But he needed just one more thing before he could even thing of talking to Fiona in person. He walked over to Altitude again. "I need a drink, Alti." "A drink?" She said, almost seeming offended by the statement. "You're going in to-" "You ain't subtle, you know." Manic said, holding one hand out like he was expecting something. "You ain't in any trouble, I'm just not going in there sober. Lemme borrow it." The hornet woman thought for a moment. She then reached into her pocket, pulling out a small metal flask and trying to hide her embarrassment. Manic unscrewed the cap, quickly threw back a gulp of whatever was inside, and handed it right back to her. It looked like Shadow was about to leave the room. "You ready, Light?" Light nodded to Manic as he glanced back to him. “Yeah, I’m ready,” he said as his advisor opened the door to head out to the room to get the answers from Fiona. Shadow walked back over to the door he had come into n’ he opened it for the young lord n’ his lover. “Maybe we may get somewhere with your help,” he said to Light n’ Manic. The guards stood at attention as the kind walked in. The two were also followed by two of the guards from the previous room. A king moving into an interrogation room was probably not the best ideas in most cases, and everyone clearly knew it. If Fiona was going to attack someone, though, it seemed Manic was the likely target. "Your majesty." Fiona said, oddly considerate enough to use Light's title. She simply glared at Manic as he walked up to the table, standing tall over Fiona as she looked up at him. "I thought you hated talking to me." "I also hate lies." Manic retorted. Fiona moved to say something, but Manic interrupted her. "EVERYTHING you've said has been a lie. Who were you with, huh? One guy, two guys? Someone you met a bar, some of your own employees? How'd you find out about what tentails are, huh? Your motives are garbage, too, we know that's a fat lie. You wanna get out of here, we need an honest answer." Manic leaned in close, his hollow threat locked and loaded. "You ain't the queen over here, you're a random asshole who cooperated with some kind of terrorist. And if you don't give us answers, I'm gonna make sure you don't get any mercy." Fiona stared up, unwavering. She knew she was essentially defeated if she didn't play her cards right. "And you're taking charge? Shouldn't your king have his questions answered first?" She still had a plan up her sleeve, but for now, she had to cooperate. "And what do you want to know, your majesty?" “Shadow has tried asking you the very questions I want to know, n’ it would seem you have not been honest to say,” Light replied slightly moody as he’d rather not be standing in this room, but he doubted otherwise he’d get his answers. “So are we going to play easier now or am I gonna have to resort to old tactics to get what I wish to know?” Fiona looked away, thinking of some way she could move things in her direction while Manic stared her down. "You slipped up and said you had two guys helping you, and we know one's a tentails." Manic started. "Should we assume your second companion was, too?"" "No," Fiona said. "I doubt you care about him, but the other helper was that salamander guy who was caught trying to rob the fake opal. HE was the fuckboy who kept hitting on me. I just needed him to take that fake opal and distract your men. He doesn't know anything, he's just some asshole." "And the tentails who was in the suit of armor?" "I told you, his name was Spotless. A dark purple and very gullible fox. Just like that... what was the guard's name? Sherwani? Whoever he was, Spotless just tied him up and took his armor a few weeks ago. Your vault guards didn't notice he was the wrong purple fox that whole time, you know. Clumsy fools." She waved her hand dismissively. "Your guard's safe. He has his whole room back at my resort, even. I'd love to give him back to you, and I'd be happy to tell you where Spotless is waiting for me..." Fiona gave Light her best flirting smile. "If you let me go, of course. Can't have any tentails knowing what he learned, can we?" “No, they cause me enough trouble as is…” Light muttered slightly as he looked to Manic for a moment. “What of Scourge though, you have yet to explain about him?” "There's nothing to explain." Fiona said. They stood around in silence, waiting for something more. Manic sighed. "Y'know, I've been reading up on Chaos gems. I know Scourge wants to find those ones specifically. We both know this ain't a coincidence. So tell me, why would you work with him again? I thought you hated him?" "I said he's not involved, didn't I?" Fiona shot back. "I need some chaos protection for my casino. This one just happens to make Scourge's job a hell of a lot harder. Maybe if I'm lucky, it'll draw him in." She glared up. "That enough, Columbo?" Manic stood over her. She didn't seem to be lying. By the sounds of it... she had no idea, either. "Why'd that be lucky? I thought you said you wanted him dead after everything that happened?" "That's right." Fiona looked to Light. "Your Majesty," she almost cooed out with another smug grin, "tell me, just how much has he told you about his old boyfriend?" He gave a slightly unsure look to her as he didn’t get what she was up to. “Does that matter to you?” He said, having sat down moments before to rest his feet n’ back a bit. Shadow huffed slightly, knowing this female must be trying to do something to stir up crazy again. "Oh, I'd say it should matter to YOU," Fiona said back. "If he's going to love you, you should know EVERTYHING about him and that old toy of his!" "Fiona, we need to know where Spotless is." Manic said back, anxiety visibly creeping up on him. Fiona never let up her sugary sweet delivery. "You know, I was left to die in a jail cell for a long, long time, and Scourge saved me. We had a very nice relationship 'til your new friend here showed up. Scourge wanted an open relationship... I didn't. And since Manic couldn't put up with me, he bungled a job, and we all got shipped off to jail! No Zone jail, actually, and it was quite literal torture!" She almost started delivering lines like a barbie doll would. "Fiona, stop!" "And when Manic hatched his genius plan to escape... Scourge knocked me out last second and Manic decided to leave the zone guards to kill me!" There was the sound of flesh hitting flesh. In a moment, Manic was bent over the table, his arm extended as Fiona's body smacked against the floor, covering a new hand-shaped bruise across her cheek. Light flinched at the sudden action Manic had done. He knew it couldn't be true, it couldn’t be! But he knew it was also in the past so was there reason to ask n’ draw Manic back into his stressed, anxious ways after they have been this far along with things. “Maybe it is true, none of us are truly clean if we’ve been forced into situations that gave us no choice… I’ve had them too, but it is in the past there is no changing what had happened,” he said calmly but nervous at the same time.

Shadow sat her back up n’ sighed slightly. “You think this vixen even knows of Scourge’s current location? The way she keeps acting, she’s trying to rip us out of our cool minds n’ stir up chaos in the process…”

Light huffed slightly “Who knows, but one thing is for sure, she should not be agitating me of all people. I don’t play nice when I am forced to go back on my old ways like I did during the war…” He said none too pleased as he was having a slight mood swing as was n’ he was struggling to keep calm. Manic just backed away, horrified at what he'd just done. He listened to every word they said intently as Fiona glared him down. He eventually spoke. "Fiona." Manic said softly, wondering what on earth he could say. He knew if he made one wrong move, he would probably get killed, and he'd already made several. "I'm sure we could look passed one theft..." "I don't know where Scourge is," she reiterated. This wasn't that tone she used when she was lying. "What do you want from me? Think very carefully." "Just some information." Manic put on some more nerves, trying to find a middle ground between apologetic and serious. "We need to know everything you can tell us about the tentails. And two... we need every lead you have on Scourge. We know your men take much more drastic measures for information, you have a lot of information we don't." Fiona looked aside, thinking. Even thought it was her prior deal, she had to get more out of it. "The opal," Fiona shot back. "If I keep the opal, the king's toy doesn't get killed. That's a good deal, ain't it?" Light looked over to Manic as he knew this was his decision too. “Would that be wise?” He whispered to him, unsure of what they should do. Shadow was skeptical of the possible lie hidden n’ there could be some truth as well, he was just as unsure. "YES!" Manic yelled, clearly terrified of many thing. Fiona's threats, their own past, the possibility he had ruined everything... he was visibly terrified. "Yes, just give us the information and go! Give it to us and go, take your damn- Augh! Just keep- Keep your hands off Light, Fiona!" "Light?" She seemed skeptical of Manic's outburst. Why would he be so terrified for Light's sake? "I didn't threaten him, why are... you..." She had looked over Light as she spoke. She was starting to notice that what she thought was some kind of beer gut was curving in a slightly more serious manner. Thoughts pieced together as her mind realized fact after fact that this implied... "Spotless is a bum," Fiona said, newly calm. "He drove me up here in an old pick-up truck. It will be parked a mile out of town, on the edge of some vineyard." She twirled a key around in one finger, suddenly acting compliant wihtout her normal sass. The pregnancy news sparked something in her, it seemed. "He couldn't've driven away, he doesn't have a key." He gave a slight nod. Light looked to Shadow. "Have the men search the area. If he realizes the keys are gone he won’t stay for long n’ will try to bolt,” Light said as Shadow bowed to his little brother n’ left quickly with some guards to catch the fox. He then looked to her again. “I will admit I have my respects to Foxes, its just the tentails have given my people so much hell its hard to find trust among all of them,” he said calmly. "Of course you do," Fiona shot back. "Spotless only got a chance to hide cause Sherwani is a fox. And I suppose you'll want him back, too." "Yes." Manic shot back. "And until we get our guard back and receive your information, we're keeping you here. Understand?" "..." Fiona didn't respond immediately. "I'll need to contact my men." "You'll contact them from in here," Manic said, ushering for one of the guards to bring in a small gold-colored phone. Fiona tapped away at a furious pace, seemingly doing good on her promise. The silence of the room was unbearable. "And you're actually having his kid?" She said out of nowhere as she composed a message. "Eveything I said was true, you know. Wasn't it, MANIC?" Manic just looked away, that intense shame creeping back to him. “Yes, it must be obvious that I am,” he said leaning back a little, before glancing over to Manic. “n’ there may have been issues that he feared that caused him to do what he had done, but must such events rule how we live our lives n’ treat others?” He was unsure of most people as he himself had a poor life to start he wishes to only move on n’ make a better future for himself n’ those around him. "Yes." Fiona shot back, her voice pointed. "Yes, the way he treats people should change the way he's treated. Him and Scourge left me alone when he wanted someone else. What're you planning to do when you find him, hm?" She leaned forward. "Let him run away, maybe leave you with his kid?" She glared up at Scourge as he spoke. "With the same damage the fox king left you with." "Oh- bullshit." Manic said. "I'm loyal to Light, why would I leave him alone?" Fiona stopped typing for a moment, and closed her eyes. She changed apps in a moment. "Come here, punk. Your Majesty, if you would." She opened up a photo of a young child, maybe six years old. Light yellow fur fading to a deep crimson. He had Fiona's ears, her nose, but what stuck out the most about them was the color of their eyes, a rich emerald green and young, sharp teeth. "If you wouldn't do it to your replacement Scourge, why'd you do it to me?" Manic had no response. He looked to the photo, still unsure himself of what to say. He knows people made mistakes n’ sometimes that could haunt them for doing such. “Who was the father of this kid?” He asked just to be sure. Light was always willing to give people second chances, he was just unsure of who the child was related to. "Scourge." Fiona said. "His name's Faolán. He wants to be a dancer." She looked at the picture for a moment, before closing it again and going back to her message. "Fiona, I didn't-" "Maybe YOU didn't know," Fiona said, pointing at Manic, "but Scourge did. You both knew what I went through, and you made me live it all over again." She sneered at him, before turning away. "But if you want to put your trust in him, that's your mistake to make." Manic seemed furious, anxious, terrified. But Fiona kept speaking. "And I don't care if you hate my guts. Faolán's meeting his dad, even if you want to keep him to yourself. Got it?" Another pause. "We've been following Scourge for a while, but we couldn't find anything on him sometime... last December? What, four months?" She kept looking at her phone. "You can read most of that crap, but if you want to know, the last place we know he was was a rehab facility in Downunda." Light sighed slightly. “I can understand full well how hard it is to raise kids alone. I had done so for a time before my brother chose to help me with the triplets,” he said to Fiona, “maybe there could be a way to have that chance to all be able to live without hate… I’m willing to put this attempted theft behind me n’ maybe we could be allies?”

He knew fully well how hard it was for the kid not to see his father, his own couldn't have the chance with the fact he was dead. “I’ll be honest, he looks to be a good kid n’ they are always my soft spot.” Fiona's expression was inscrutable. Not annoyed, not surprised, but somewhere vaguely in that ballpark, perhaps? Fiona thought she could have played that card to her own advantage, not having it flipped around on her. And by the way he delivered every line, he didn't even realize just how much he'd ruined Fiona's thoughts. She tapped away at her phone in silence. "A friend's flying up some copies of the information we have. Should be here in about six hours." Manic just stood back, watching how this would play out. His involvement was only making things worse, just as he feared. "Your Majesty." Fiona uttered, some genuine emotion audible at the bottom of her voice. "I don't want any support from Manic. As soon as we know what happened to Scourge, I'll be happy to leave this country for good." "But thanks." “It don’t have to be for good ,though I can understand if you did. I do thank you for for the assistance you have given,” he replied, his ears pivoting in the direction of the door as he swore he heard yelling for a moment. His guess, Shadow found the tentail, n’ used his ring to get back with him. “You're free to go, I will not hold you any longer.” There was a stare down as Fiona stood up between her and Manic. As much as Light wished, it was clear there was a lot between these two that wasn't going to be glossed over so easily. "I'm done here. Guards?" Fiona said, trailing a few of the guards out of the other entrance to the room, leading back into the holding area of the building. And with the quick creak of the door, she was out of Manic's life once again. ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ "I screwed that up so badly," Manic admitted. The day had been long for them both. Spotless was nowhere near as compliant as Fiona was eventually forced to be. The bits of information they could milk out of him took some deciphering, but a few small leads could begin to be formed. All they were waiting for was the arrival of Fiona's friend, outside the city area and at a large, open stretch of field. They simply arrived in Manic's van, sitting out the back doors with their legs dangling towards the ground. "I'm just- God, I'm so glad Spotless didn't talk with the tribe," he said. "It's been a while since that last attack... Do you think they're planning something?" “Who knows, but hopefully we are more prepared compared to before,” Light said as he looked over to him before he lay back a little. “Today was just another crazy day, wouldn’t you say?”

He was sure things were just starting to get crazy, n’ who knows how good or bad it could become "Let's hope that things stay good I don’t wish another war in such a short time." "They're weak, dude." Manic said. "They're the only people that still respect the fox king. Everyone's against them, we're going to be fine." He clutched Light's hand, still nervous. "I... resigned from my interrogation training." He admitted. "I hit Fiona, it's-" A deep breath. "I don't know how you're so understanding, but I feel like you're too good to me. Anyone else'd call me out on that..." He leaned over, smiling at Light. "Don't let her get to you, alright? I love you, Light. Like, intensely." He looked down at his stomach. "I just... I also love Scourge, too. I don't want to abandon either of you, okay?" He looked up at him, putting his spare hand on Light's womb. "And I'm making sure our kid's got both parents." "Controlling one's temper is not an easy one, being pregnant don’t help, yet I’ve learned that things are going to or have happened that we may or may not regret doing…but if you can learn to forgive the wrongs n’ move on, you can learn to understand. Everything eventually leads to something,” he said chuckling slightly. He smiled once more. “I’m sure things may be going in a good direction.” "I hope so," Manic said, smiling back at Light. He knew everything he was saying was true in some part of his mind, but he couldn't find the humility to accept that fact. He would have leaned over right there and kissed Light...! The sound of a distant plane growing closer drew their attention. Manic stood up and looked towards a sky. A small biplane was approaching the field. The pilot seemed to notice the two from his position int he sky, and started circling around until his plane began it's descent, rolling across most of the field until he stopped close to Manic's van. It was a snobby looking fox, maybe eighteen tops. The kidnapped royal guard was sitting next to him, clutching what looked like an external hard drive. As soon as the plane was stopped, the two started to walk out, Sherwani clearly eager to get away from the plane and towards the king. The fox boy didn't seem to care about him being royalty at all. "You the two Fiona said to meet with?" Having also looked to the machine as it landed, Light guessed this guy had been the one Fiona sent. “Yes, that is true,” he replied a bit relieved to see his guard unharmed. "Good. Everything we know's on that hard drive." He lazily motioned to the one the guard was holding. Without even a nod or a goodbye, the fox put his helmet back on, and climbed back into the cockpit of his plane. It didn't take long for the propellers to start spinning again and the plane to pull away, their brief meeting clearly more than he wanted to put up with. "Your Majesty," the guard greeted. He was clearly used to acting casually around the king, as most guards were told to. He held out the drive, offering it to neither person in particular. "Which of you...?" "I'll handle this." Manic said, taking it out of his hands. "We're heading back to the castle, the medics'll make sure you aren't hurt." But as he spoke, he only stared at the drive, even for a few moments when they broke to enter the car. It felt surreal to have this much information all of a sudden... and he knew he was leafing through it himself. Light couldn’t help but wonder what all was on that drive himself. “Think it will be an easy find or just something difficult to get into?” He asked unsure, as he was still new to tech based things. "If I can't break information out of whatever encryption she gave this, it's not real information," Manic said. "I've got hacking down pat. If Fiona didn't give us real information..." He sighed, and turned to Sherwani. "You're safe, we're gonna be fine." It wasn't a long drive back to the castle, but it was strangely final. A lot had happened in such a short span of time, and Manic was still reeling from all of it. He had what could very well be the key to finding his old lover, or a ballsy bluff. There was only one way to find out what exactly he got. It barely felt like the time had passed by the time they reached the castle and the guards started to bring Sherwani in for some kind of examination. Manic normally would have gotten immediately to hacking the information, but... "Light..." Manic leaned over and hugged Light while they entered the castle. "I don't know how the hell you trust me so much, but thank you." He held the hug silently, genuinely grateful and somewhat humbled by his actions. “What has been done in the past is done, so long as your let the future be brighter I have no problems trusting you. It's the vibes in your energy that also help me understand you a bit more too,” he said, nuzzling him gently. “I have nor real reason to not trust you.” Manic nuzzled him back, kissing Light's forehead gently. "Come on," Manic whispered, "lemme grab my laptop and we'll see what we can learn." Another stroll up to the king's chamber. "Mate, can I ask one more question?" He said as he helped his partner to the bed. "When the kid finally arrives... did you have any names in mind?" “I had one in mind,” he said as he chuckled lightly. “I had thought on it for a while, n’ Ignis seemed to stick in my head.” Light rubbed his head as he glanced to him. “It was the name of one of my ancestors whom settled out my people in this land so long ago, he even built the castle that we live in now n’ was the first of my people to call himself a Lightwing.” He then looked to Manic more direct. “But everyone’s opinion counts too.” "I was- Okay, honestly?" Manic said, already laughing at himself as he plugged in the drive. "All of the names I tried to come up with are all music things, not anything that... well, personal, dude." He picked up his laptop and started to move next to Light while he spoke. "Like, maybe Fantasia if it's a girl, maybe Fender if it's a dude? I dunno, I thought Cassio, but I ain't huge on it." He laughed. "Guess I've got a lot more to think about." The computer was still turning on, but it took the time to begin to open the driver. Manic was going to start leafing through the files while Light unwound from his day, watching his partner search for anything that could give some kind of a serious lead. Manic kept peppering his words with assurances that Fiona was wrong, not quite getting that he seemed to have moved passed that. "Well, whatever we name them, you know I'm gonna be here to make sure they're gonna be as awesome as their two dads." "...And maybe when we find him, we can make Scourge the designated cool uncle?" He was joking, but a plan was finally starting to come together. The clues would point to many facets of him that he already knew about, but every actual lead pointed him in one direction; a small rehabilitation facility in Downunda.

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