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Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader Request: Soulmate AU! Whatever your soulmate draws/ writes on their skin ends up on yours, reader constantly forgetting things and being distracted; Sweet Pea being used to it and writing reminders for her on his hands etc. Extra fluff please

“What’s on your arm?” Veronica questions and you shrug. “Groceries.” She nods reading down the list; before she laughs. “Key’s in L pocket. What does that mean?” You blink pulling over your jacket. “Oh; it’s where I put my keys. He reminds me about it when I forget.” “Did your soulmate remind you where your keys are again?” Betty asks smiling as she sits down into the conversation. “Yeah, he does that sometimes; it’s nice knowing he’s looking out for me.” “You do realize that means he knows who you are! We have to find him!!” “Or her.” “No girl has handwriting that illegible.” “Don’t be mean to him! He’s my soulmate!”

“Who’s your soulmate?” Jughead asks as he sits down. “Well I don’t know; but he’s a sweetheart. He’s always writing down where I put stuff and making sure that I remember to finish homework for class; I swear he’s the reason I’m passing english, I’d never remember when the essays are due without him.” “You know that sounds kind of creepy right? Like your soulmate is watching you all the time.” Cheryl asks and you shake your head.

“He doesn’t just do that, he’ll write his own stuff down too! Besides what do you and your soulmate write then?” You laugh when Cheryl rolls up her sleeve revealing hearts and doodles of flowers. You roll up your other arm showing her something similar. “Left arm is notes and right arm is for fun.” “Okay that tops me by a mile.” Archie laughs strings of doodled jewel’s and random notes in flowing cursive. “Wow that’s some really-“ You watch Veronica pull out a marker scribbling something on her arm, Archie frowns watching a line of circles wrap around his wrist; an arrow forms point to his left and he turns as Veronica bumps her matching arm against his.

“Oh, holy shit.” “I can’t believe it took you this long to figure it out.” “I don’t pay attention when people draw on themselves! My dad said it was rude to stare!” Archie defends himself, Veronica scooting closer and linking there arms. “It’s okay Archie my parents taught me the same. It faded on his arm.” “Yeah it does that once you meet, if I draw something it’ll show up, but it wont be as vibrant, as noticeable because we’ve met, we’re not searching for each other anymore.” Cheryl and you nod at Veronica’s explanation. “Same happened for me and Betts.” “Does that mean were going on a soulmate hunt for you then?” You roll your eyes when Cheryl shakes you excitedly.

“We can look for yours while were at it!” You grin and Cheryl shakes her head. “No one soulmate at a time!.” “Fine. I guess I’m up first then.” “So all we do is keep an eye out for anyone with matching lists and reminders. Could you write something to him so we know what to look for.” Archie nods. “Uhh, okay; what do I write?” Everyone shrugs. “Just whatever you want.” You chew your lip, instead of writing you doddle a snake wrapping around your wrist. “Why a snake?” “I think he’s a Serpent, or at least in a gang he writes weird lists sometimes.” “Has he written one we can see?” “Not recently.” You shrug.

Cheryl is interviewing the Bulldogs and half of the student body grabbing at there wrists while Betty and veronica apologetically explain what she’s doing. Jughead’s on Serpent duty, asking about anyone who has a snake on them goes about as well as he expected. “Not your tattoo you idiots!” He groans as everyone laughs. “You gotta be specific Jones!” “I was; I asked if any of you had a drawn on snake!” “The fuck you think a tattoo is?” You laugh in the background sitting next to Toni. “Sorry about dragging you all to Pop’s like this.” She shrugs doodling a daisy chain on her wrist, you can’t help but stare up her arm, doodles of flowers looping up them.

“Oh; your soulmate likes flowers then?” Toni laughs. “She likes pretty things.” You nudge her arm slightly. Narrowing your eyes at the cherry that’s been drawn in the crook of her elbow. “Hidden message; sort of a way for us to recognise each other if we ever meet.” “Not exactly hidden is it.” You laugh and Toni rolls her eyes. “It is if you don’t go snooping on my arm Y/N.” You shake your head. “I didn’t mean you.” You nod gesturing to where Cheryl and Veronica have entered, Cheryl wearing her cherry print cardigan. “See?” You wave her over and she beams. “Holy fuck.” Toni mumbles. You laugh and Cheryl arches an eyebrow at you. ‘What?” “Nothing, just still trying to find my soulmate, Ronnie, can we talk to Jughead. Enjoy.” You wave slightly and leave Cheryl and Toni to talk.

“What’s wrong now Y/N?” “I’m really happy for Ronnie and Cheryl but like I was supposed to find my soulmate; I don’t want to say anything cause I feel like I’ll be whining.” You slump in your seat Kevin patting your back. “Fangs’ add another shake, vanilla right?” You nod pressing your forehead into the table. “Come on Y/N its okay to be bothered by not getting what you expect.” “I know but I feel like I’m being bitter.”

“And what if you are? Be a bitter bitch then.” You turn when Fangs slides next to Kevin and another Serpent nods to the spot next to you. “Sweet Pea, pleasure.” He smiles and you nod. ‘Y/N.” “Hey you have a snake on your wrist, did you guys tell Jones this is whoever’s soulmate he’s looking for?” “No they’re looking for me; I’m trying to find my soulmate.” Sweet Pea nods in understanding. “So what’s the sudden rush to find him?” “I just; he’s helped me through so much I just want to be able to meet him and thank him; at the least.”

“I’m sure you’ve helped him just as much.” You laugh shaking your head as you pull the shake they got you over. “I doubt it; he’s reminded me where to find my keys at least fifty times; helped me pass english by helping me study; and; just, he’s been there for me so much, even though I‘ve never met him.” “Well yeah that’s why he’s your soulmate right?” Fangs nods and you frown. “I know like everyone says that but just; ugh you remember what I was like before you met Fangs right?”’ Kevin’s nods and you finish your shake. “I should get home; call today a wrap.” “Y/N We were thinking about at the game; we could do like a cheer or something so- Oh are you going home?” You nod, yawning. “Yeah; just a little bummed over everything that, dammit.” “Whats wrong now scatter brain? You forget your wallet? You gonna dine and dash Kevin?” You shake your head chewing your lip. “I can’t find my keys; I swear i-“ “Left pocket.” Everyone turns to stare at Sweet Pea.

“You were just going to let her leave!!?” You cringe back as Cheryl shouts at him. Toni looks shocked but you can see the smile under her surprise. “Cheryl it’s fine; I get him not wanting to-“ You’re jerked back Sweet Pea pulling you back into your seat in the booth. “If you think for one second it’s cause I don’t want you; I’ll fight you in the parking lot.” “Sweet’s I don’t even remember where I put my keys; you have to write it down for me; do you really think I could take you in a fight?” “Okay bad choice but just; don’t think that okay?” You shrug. “Why wouldn’t I I mean-.”

“Hold on.” Sweet Pea pauses your pity party turning and glaring at everyone else who’ve excitedly gathered round. ‘Will you all fuck off please. I’m sure you’ll be able to pull ever detail out of us tomorrow okay. Can we have an alone moment.” Cheryl smirks arm looping wth Toni’s and dragging her, Fangs and Kevin off. Jughead nods to Sweet Pea before he, Betty, Veronica and Archie leave as well. “I would ask for you to continue but I don’t care about whatever reasons you have for thinking you’re not worth it to me. My opinion of you is not for you to decide.” He smiles warmly and you sigh. “I’m pretty useless on my own; I don’t have any good skills like you; I’m not in a gang, I can barely remember to get to school on time let alone-“ “Good thing you’re not alone then; you have me.” “But-“ He nudges your chin up as he leans over kissing your cheek.

“Isn’t it a little better in person at least.” You swallow nodding. “Much better in person.” You add in smiling up at him. “Since we’re soulmate’s I should get to know more about you right?” “Of course; I think it only makes sense since you’ve helped me with my keys so many times you learn where I live.” You watch Sweet Pea jerk surprised. “Besides it’ll give them something to talk about.” You wink flickering your eyes to the side where Sweet Pea tracks them to see everyone piled in Cheryl’s car watching.

“How do you feel about motorcycles?” You grin as he offers you a helmet and you swing your leg over winking at the car as they all quickly look away. “So what lie are we going with? We made out for hours? We’re running away to get married? We’ve decided to start a band?” “Well one of those wont be lying.” “Which one?” You grin at him leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. “Guess.”

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CHAPTER TWO.

JTRM — THE “R” STANDS FOR RECOVERING!

PREVIOUSLY.

This is it fellas; the MEAT, the starting point that actually matters. It's all a damn mess hereafter. Devi, babey... forgive me, the Hell begins now! (And Johnny... please fucking behave yourself.)

Dear Diary,

I’m back from vacation.

I have a date FUCK meeting with Devi. Yes, that Devi. Weird, no?

She grew a head-thing too, but she can control it, and she’s going to try and help me do that too… We’ll see how well that works out. She yells a lot… scary.

I haven’t totally given up on my emotional enema idea, though! Just gotta work on my temper. Why does everything have to be so aggravating?

3:00PM:

“I must be out of my fucking mind, Tenna.”

“I thought you just got over being out of your mind.” Tenna replied from the couch, squeaking Spooky as punctuation to her sentence.

“Don’t chastise me.” Devi moaned, loosely draped over her armchair. “Sickness has nothing on Nny.”

She dragged herself into an upright position to continue her complaints.

“AN ART LESSON FOR A MURDEROUS LUNATIC, yeah, innovative idea there, Devi!” She cried to the gods in vain. No gods could save her from the bed she’d made so neatly for herself.

“Maybe he won’t show up?” Tenna tilted her head further off of the couch in an attempt to make eye contact with her forlorn companion. Devi only melted further down her seat.

“That’s my only hope.” She sighed. “But knowing my luck, he’ll show up with a bouquet of severed hands for me. God it was so… weird talking to him again. Besides the topic being about personal insanity and death, it was sorta like old times.”

Tenna sat up to stare at her skeptically.

“Don’t tell me you missed him.”

“NO, no! Nothing as stupid as that.” Devi insisted. “Well, I mean, I did miss the Nny I thought I knew, but that’s kinda “sucks to suck”, seeing as that Nny wasn’t… really him.”

“And what if that was the real him? And you’re going to slowly scrape Mister Nice-guy out of his skull with your bare hands, like some kind of monkey artist-therapist combo?”

“I doubt that even more.”

Devi got up from her chair to scoop up the art tablet that was besmirched with Johnny’s drawing from off of the coffee table. The little stick figure he scribbled down had stayed there, mocking her, since his creator had left in the early morning hours. Johnny had only shared a couple of his “Happy Noodle Boy” comics with her long ago, likely because he was embarrassed about them. He had said he used to paint and sketch very detailed pieces, but as “something” – which she now knew was the “Doughboys” and wall-demon, and whatever else was involved with these brain parasites – overtook him, he lost all ability to create beyond these meager doodles. She couldn’t imagine a more horrid fate for a creative. For herself.

To some degree, she pitied him, but then she would remember he that tried to murder her and felt a lot less pity. Even if she understood now that he was hapless pawn, set forth to do obscene violence in the name of some otherworldly creature, all that said about him was that he was too weak-willed to stubbornly commit to his art the way she had – so could she even help someone like that?

It was irrelevant, she decided, since his new little “voice” wanted to involve her in his scheme to eat the last remaining bits of Johnny’s brain. If she didn’t try and aid him now, he would probably just manifest in a couple of months to try and either murder her or… worse.

She shook her head. Disgusting!

“I don’t have a choice with this Tenna.” Devi grumbled. “Or rather, I guess I do, and I’m choosing to deal with this now, instead of trusting Nny to have any mental wherewithal to fight this off and not turn into a puppet again.”

“That’s very brave of you, Devi. You’re an inspiration.” Tenna joked, wiping a fake tear away. Devi groaned.

“Thanks. Now get out of here, before the creature himself shows up.” She tossed the tablet back onto the table haphazardly. “I know how he acts around me, relatively anyway, but I don’t need extra company throwing him off-balance, and this ends up a double murder.”

“Okayyy, but if things get hairy, give me a code, like, three stomps on the floor, or eerie silence, or something, and I’ll call the cops!” She grinned from the doorway.

“WHAT GOOD WOULD IT DO!?” Devi steamed and slammed the door shut. She still had very bitter feelings about the city’s useless police force – demon intervention or not.

6:01PM:

Johnny sat with his knees up under his chin in the driver’s seat of his car. He pressed his shins against the steering wheel anxiously while he tried to think about what to do. He had gone home and bummed around – the house was still as he’d left it, only dustier, which was to be expected -- until the afternoon, after which he started panicking like the madman he was. What the hell was he supposed to do, actually show up to this thing against his wishes? An ‘art lesson’ with that intimidating woman that he didn’t particularly enjoy being around anymore, mostly because she berated him with scathing honesty now!? Ridiculous!

Yet he was here, parked behind a 24/7, less than a block from her apartments, at the time she requested he come. Curse her, and curse her rightness about all of this. He didn’t want to go.

Hesitantly he moved a hand over and grabbed a small bag of his own art supplies from home. Nothing fancy, but he preferred his own pens for inking comics, as he knew how they performed. Small increments of control was better than none, after all.

Johnny, bag clutched to his chest, exited his vehicle and kicked the door shut. As he walked from the alleyway to the sidewalk that lead to Devi’s building, he questioned all the uncertainties that he was headed directly towards.

The most basic of those worries was his timing for this meeting – arriving early was out of the question, but he had arrived almost exactly on time, which also seemed kind of pathetic. He hated getting caught up in these sort of social dilemmas – but since it involved another person, and one that he kinda-sorta respected in the highest regard, he wanted to make a good impression! What if she was irritated that he was even a minute late? Or what if that made him look totally creepy, and arriving loosely around 6:00PM was more of what she imagined? Stupid social cues!

Amongst his inner-monologuing, he failed to realize how close he was to Devi’s apartment until he was at the steps of the building. He cursed to himself, then treaded up into the lobby and checked the time on the digital wall clock that hung lopsided by the elevators. 6:14PM.

“Shit.” Johnny mumbled again. He didn’t want to hurry if this was supposed to be a casual timeframe, but he didn’t want to doddle either! He decided to take the stairs, but briskly.

FOUR FLOORS UP:

Devi had just started to think that the glimmer of a chance that Johnny wouldn’t show up was plausible, when the door knock came.

“Shit.” She griped from the kitchen. Her chest heaved out a sigh, and she aggressively set down her glass of water on the counter. This was going to be a long night, surely.

A few short strides to the door, and she opened it up to her expected guest. At least he didn’t have a bouquet of human limbs.

“Hi.” Johnny shot her a sideways smile. Devi did her best to hold in any unhappy noises, and tried to force what little optimism she had out from the very bottom of her soul.

“Hey, Nny.” She replied, only a little dryly. Johnny smiled wider at that.

“No bat tonight?” He pointed to her bare right hand. Devi looked down to it, then back at him.

“Don’t tempt me.” She stepped aside and let him in, hoping that the act wasn’t just as good as signing her death certificate. Johnny strolled in much too casually for her liking, but she ignored that, hoping to put off any bursts of maniacal rantings from him as long as she could.

Johnny looked around her apartment, like a normal house guest might, seeing as he was one this time. He inspected a few of her paintings with a thoughtful smile on his face and his hands crossed behind his back, still clutching his pencil bag. Devi’s eyebrow ticked in annoyance.

“I didn’t really get a good look at your apartment last night. It’s nice. Very you.” He hummed.

“Thanks.”

“These are your paintings aren’t they? I like them.”

“Thank you, Nny.” Devi rolled her eyes tiredly. “Can we focus here, a little bit?”

“I’m only trying to be polite! You were so kind to invite me back despite desperately wanting to smash my skull in yesterday.” He smiled at her again, almost arrogant, as though trapping her in small talk was a necessary evil, and if he had to suffer this social outing, so did she. Devi snorted.

“Your immense politeness is noted. Now let’s get on to what you’re here for.” She tilted her chin in his direction as she walked by, leading him further into the living room. She sat with a leg tented up on the floor, and Nny followed, sitting across from her with his feet together.

“I see you came prepared for this. That’s good.” She noted the little bag in his lap, choosing to assume it was art supplies and nothing sinister. Johnny grinned while Devi took up the same drawing pad from the night previous. He eagerly opened the pouch to spill out his pens and pencils onto the table. Devi held in any relief that she was right in her assumption.

“So. You just want me to draw?”

“Yeah.”

“And you really think that’s the key thing here?” Johnny questioned skeptically.

“Sickness always talked about how annoying my work ethic was for her. While she was trying to form, I guess, I was using too much of my brain for painting stuff, so she couldn’t grow right, or quickly, or whatever.”

“I see…” Johnny brought a knuckle up to his mouth. “So it’s not so much using your brain, but using it for creative endeavors? Writing, drawing, thinking?”

“Seems like it.” Devi leaned back on her palms. “And to a further extent, not giving in to the temptation of sitting around and doing nothing. There were times where all day I’d be thinking; “I need to work, I need to work”, but I just sat there on the couch thinking about it, never actually got up and did anything, which is what she wanted. For you, it was probably a little different, seeing as – as far as I know – the only supernatural thing that lived in the apartments besides Sickness was the psychic fat of a morbidly obese woman.”

“…What?”

“Nevermind.” Devi looked around before settling her eyes on the paper again. “Just draw, for like, an hour. I need to get some work done too, so I’ll just sketch concept crap while you do that.”

“What should I draw?” Johnny inquired while he jammed the eraser of his pencil up against his gumline.

“I can’t tell you that, that defeats the purpose.” She sighed. “Just, draw a comic, I don’t know. It doesn’t have to make any fucking sense, just something.”

“HAH!” Johnny laughed. “Well I have good news about my Happy Noodle Boy comics, then.”

He seemed a little more enthused at that and pulled the tablet in his direction, before hunching over the table and skritching away at the paper beneath him. Devi watched him curiously a moment before returning to her art room to retrieve her own sketchbook.

45 MINUTES IN:

Devi looked up from her perch on her armchair at her struggling ‘student’. She’d already watched him wad up and throw three separate sheets of paper around him, and he was looking more unhinged the less his drawings were coming out like he wanted. Johnny stared at his current page with his lips pursed and his eyebrows furrowed tightly. As he lifted a hand up to the spiral of the tablet, Devi interrupted him.

“Ah.” She scolded. “Keep going.”

“But it’s STUPID. It makes no SENSE.” He argued at her from the floor.

“I told you that’s fine. Don’t get frustrated on the details, it’s fine if it looks like crap as long as you finish.”

“IT’S NOT!”

“Nny.” Devi’s eyelids lowered, indicating as ungently as possible that she wasn’t budging on the subject. Johnny responded with collapsing across the table dramatically.

“THIS IS TOO ANNOYING, I WON’T CONTINUE.” He seethed. “I’m going to the 24/7 and getting a Brain-Freezy!!”

“No, you are not. Finish your stupid comic, you only have like, ten minutes until ‘break time’ anyway.”

“YOU CAN’T MAKE ME STAY!” He screamed back, raising up to glare at her with his hands flat on the table. “I’M TIRED of being controlled, this is idiotic!!”

Devi frowned and set her sketchbook aside.

“Don’t be such a baby!” She chided him. “Think of the goal you’re working towards, you moron! Complaining about not being free when working toward freedom? HELLO?”

Johnny kicked his legs out and let himself fall backwards onto the floor, glaring at the ceiling as though it had called him a slew of cusswords. After a few moments of heaving breaths, Devi watched his chest slow to childlike huffing.

“But… I HATE it, Devi. I HATE IT!” Johnny clenched his fists tightly. “I hardly even enjoy drawing these ASININE Noodle Boys anymore!! I want to draw the way I used to, and this just reminds me that I can’t!! Sometimes it’s still fun, but mostly it SUCKS! COMPLETELY SUCKS!”

“Jeezus… don’t look at it like that, Nny.” She sighed. Tenna joked about her being a therapist monkey, but that was barely an exaggeration if this was going to be how things went every encounter. “Look at your scribbles like the first step back to your previous talent, not a continuous path of stagnant shit you have to walk. I swear, Johnny, this is going to help.”

She hoped that she was swearing to something she could actually bolster, especially after Johnny rolled his head over to give her an immensely forlorn expression. After a moment he sighed and sat back up, lamely picking up his pencil to continue drawing. Devi watched him again, a pinch uncomfortable with the sudden seriousness of the mood, and tried to think of something funny to say.

“Well,” She picked up her work again. “I guess if all else fails, you can just die again.”

Anyone else might have thought the comment cruel, but Johnny burst into a fit of muffled hysterics. Devi smiled against herself, but did her best to hide it behind her sketchbook. Johnny’s giggling tapered off as he settled his hand back onto the page he was working on.

“You know,” He began as he started scribbling. “the funniest thing about the whole dying incident… the method was so stupid.”

“I told you about the RadioShack arm and all of that, but the way I rigged it, it shouldn’t have ever worked! It was hooked up to the phone, and would activate when I got a phone call, but wouldn’t actually go off until I picked up the receiver and said “hello” into it. As Psycho-Doughboy so kindly said, it was a load of shit! I never get calls, not even wrong numbers, and especially not at 2 o’clock in the fuck-all morning!”

Devi’s hand stopped moving mid-stroke, her eyes wide. Johnny didn’t notice, and continued speaking while he drew.

“But, out of all the shit luck I’ve had, the phone rings, right then, right when I was screaming with the Doughboys, saying I was calling the whole thing off! Now that I think about it… I don’t know why I didn’t just… not pick it up – BUT, thank fuck I did, right?”

Devi remained silent, her throat suddenly, and increasingly, dry. It couldn’t be, it just could not be. Her mind raced; maybe it was wrong, she was mistaken – but there was no way, it fit too well. All she heard was that fucking “hello”, then a bang – a gunshot. A thud. A scream. If Johnny was still talking now, she couldn’t hear him.

“It was me.” She said suddenly, bringing Johnny out of his thought.

“Huh?”

“…It… was me. It was me, I was the one that called you that night.” Devi’s widened eyes lifted to stare at him as she spoke. “Tenna said… I was just… checking if you still lived there.”

Her mumblings died off as her eyes wandered away from Johnny’s face to bore into the drywall across the room. Johnny blinked, barely processing what she was saying.

“What? You called me that night, Devi?” He wondered only briefly how she could know it was that exact night, but quickly rationalized that he hadn’t received any other phone calls besides that one, before or since. It was Devi. His eyes grew impossibly larger as the reality of it dawned on him.

He stood up, unable to keep still with the sudden surge of energy pulsing throughout his body.

“You, you – YOU called me Devi!” He paced as he handled the information. “You did – oh my God, I can’t believe I never thought of this before!”

Devi’s attention made it’s way back to her now manic guest, and she watched him uncomfortably from her seat. Johnny smiled uneasily, holding his head while he walked.

“The entire reaction, I gave the reaction the credit for removing those shitty horrors from me, but I never thought of the action! The call itself! It wasn’t just the GUNSHOT, it wasn’t just DYING, it was that phone call! MORE IMPORTANTLY, it was the one that placed that phone call!! My God, all this time I’ve been ambling around, a slave free from his shackles, thrust into a world unknown, when the KNOWING was right there!! It was so obvious!”

He stopped his frantic pacing to kneel into a lunge at the foot of Devi’s armchair, startling her further into the fabric of it’s back. Johnny grabbed the corners of her sketchbook, which she was using as a pathetic shield between her frazzled self and the man before her, and he smiled wide with excitement.

“Oh, Devi! Devi it was always YOU – who else would it be!? Who else COULD it be!” Johnny breathed through a laugh. “Devi, you KILLED ME.”

She could only stare at him in silent horror. It wasn’t like she meant to kill him! She did say that she wished he would die for making her like him so much and then letting her down so horrendously but – Christ, it wasn’t meant to be so literal! She didn’t want to be the cause of it! If he wanted to just go vaporize and leave her alone, that’s what she would have preferred back then. Johnny didn’t seem to realize her discomfort on the gruesome truth to his ‘demise’.

“You stripped me of those wretched little monsters – even the WALL-THING!” His smile didn’t waver. “I should have known; there was a reason you escaped! No, a reason I MET you!”

Devi wanted to interrupt before he convinced himself of some soulmates bullshit, but her throat felt clogged, and nothing would come out.

“And here you are, helping me again… Fuck’s sake, I’ve been so foolish! So BLIND!” Johnny’s fingers gripped onto her sketchbook harder, pulling it down so the top was under his chin as he leaned in further. “All this time, it was always you; you made me happy, you escaped, you released me of that Hell!! If fate’s a real thing, THIS is it! How else would I get aligned with the one person, after all of that previous shit, that has the mental fortitude to withstand an attack from those disgusting vermin!?”

“J… Johnny.” Devi managed finally, through her barely functioning jaw. The sound of her voice seemed to reel him in a ways, and he slid back to sit on his heel expectantly, but with a much less wild look in his eyes.

“Oh, I beg you, please don’t be nervous Devi! I don’t hold any resentment for your hand in my death, not at all!” He chuffed. “And I’m so sorry for… for yelling, and being an overall pain in your ass since visiting you. I swear, after this, that’s it! Whatever you say, goes.”

Devi blinked in surprise at that. Was he honestly pledging his loyalty out of sheer gratitude that she inadvertently kind-of murdered him? She could only stare at his eager eyes, unsure of whether to be horribly afraid of this new measure of weirdness in their relationship, or to feel safer in that she was his so-proclaimed Angel of Death.

“Um… uh…” She tried to think of something to say, but was still panicking internally. “Um, y-y’know what, Nny?”

She hated how his head perked up, like he was waiting on her word.

“A uh… a Brain-Freezy sounds good, actually. You wanna go grab us a couple while I… think about what kind of existential bullshit I’m experiencing right now?”

“YUM. Yes, okay! I will!” His smile pulled up on one side, letting his gums peak out, before he ran to the door. He halted abruptly and turned to her again. “Is Cherry Doom okay? That’s the flavor I get.”

“Yeah.” Devi didn’t even think about her answer, and watched him leave with an uncertain, disturbed look in her eyes. She melted unceremoniously against the chair, arms and legs splayed out, and continued to stare at nothing in particular. She didn’t want Johnny to like her so immensely -- she didn’t even want for him to like her much at all! The way this was going, she might be stuck with him as long as his gratitude lasts. How long could the frenzied gratefulness of a homicidal maniac last, exactly?

NEXT.

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Unknown Nightmares #2

TW: panic attack, nightmare mentioning (duh), talking bad about yourself, screaming, not able to breathe, (I think that's it)

Previously:

But not today. He will change that. He will give Virgil 'sweet dreams', if he wants it or not.

So he sneaks into Virgil's room and what he's see's makes him want to huge the dark trait as tight as he can.

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Virgil is having a nightmare, a real bad one to that.

Roman doesn't know if he should be impressed or more worried that Virgil is still not waking up, instead fighting it...in some way.

Roman took a sit next to one of Virgil's legs, putting a hand on the knee of said leg. This action wakes up the trait instantly and he is sitting up with a mortifying scream with a gasp following. As if it would've been hard to let the scream out in the first place.

Roman didn't miss a second to bring the emo in a safe and warm hug, holding him as tightly as he could but still loose enough so the other could still breathe.

Virgil had his hands and his head on the princes chest. His eyes were wide open and he was breathing heavily, almost as if he couldn't really breathe..

Oh no! He is having a panic attack! Roman you gotta do something! But what is he supposed to do!? Think Roman, think! Just think of something you stupid prince!! You are creativity! You gotta think of something! Why are you not think of something, you idiotic prince!?! Now is not the time to procrastinating! Think! Is it really that hard to think of something, to help a friend! To help Virgil!

Virgil's grip had tightened on Roman's costume. In a moment, Roman's mind was wiped out from all thoughts and replaced with the one moment Virgil had helped Thomas to leave the anxious traits room.

That's it! The breathing technique!

He moves his arms to hold Virgil on the upper arms instead of keeping him safe, to support Virgil. The emo is still shaking like a leave and his breathing is still very strangled. Like he is choking on something.

With as the most softest voice he can muster, he guides Virgil through the panic attack.

In of four.....hold for seven.....out for eight....in for four.....hold for seven.....out for eight.....in for four....hold for seven....out for eight....in for×•×•×

It took some time but Virgil was breathing some what normal again. The anxious trait was still resting his head on Roman's chest, so he couldn't see his face but that Virgil was alright for now was a good guess to go by. When the loose grip on Roman's costume was something to go by.

The silence between them was comfortable and simple respect for one n' other. But Virgil broke the silence. Taking in a breath and suddenly lifting his head, almost colliding with Roman's chin in the process but Roman was able to doge away soon enough. Virgil was looking at the door with, what Roman could see, fear.

"Don't worry verge , the others are still asleep."

That surprised Virgil. How did Roman knew that? How can Virgil be sure that he was telling the truth? Roman looked so sure of it, that the darker trait believes him for now. But the question still leaves his lips.

"How do you know that?"

Roman gives him a sweet smile and a wink, "because of my ability." Virgil looked confused and still glanced at the door. "I don't just give Thomas his dreams, I also give the other traits nice dreams."

The darker trait pieces it together and realization but also sadness flashed through his eyes. All he could say was a flat 'oh'.

Roman did not like that 'oh', nope not at all. "And I am terribly sorry that I didn't notice sooner, that I didn't do that with you. Can you forgive me?"

Virgil nodded with the tiniest of smiles, Roman taking this as a small success.

After some seconds of just looking at each other, the situation was becoming a bit embarrassing for Virgil. Clearing his throat, he silently asks Roman what he was here for and what he was planning on doing.

"Oh right, of course! Because of my...uh...'mistake'. I wanted to give you your first nice dream! You know, including you.."

Roman had a hopeful look in his eye, maybe a bit sheepish. [:3]

"Thanks, princey. I appreciate it but my dreams are none of your business...no offen--" Virgil couldn't even finish, before Roman stepped in. "Oh nonono. I only male sure the dreams are nice and you sleep well, without a problem."

Okay, that would be alright, Virgil supposed. So he nodded.

"Okay then, just lye down how you normally would. So your comfortable." Roman was a bit confused when his emo hesitated to lye down. "What's wrong Virgil?"

"That probably sounds real stupid but canyoustayherefortonight?" Okay, wow. Roman didn't understand one. bit. "Can you say that again please?"

Virgil sighed and rebiting it. 'Can you say here for tonight?'

"Is it because of something that happened in your nightmare?" When Virgil, almost embarrassed, nodded at that, Roman gives him a comforting smile and nod.

Virgil and Roman then make themselves comfortable in the emo traits bed a.k.a Roman laying on his back, one arm being used as a pillow by Virgil and Virgil laying side ways on said arm. "Comfortable?"

Virgil let's him know with a sound of approval, that he was but he's expression still held confusion. How is Roman gonna give him nice dreams?

Roman answers him the question by doing it. He first compos through the emo's hair tho. Seriously! His hair is so soft! Holy jesus!

"Do you trust me, My Chemically Imbalanced Romance?" Roman just wanted to be sure one last time. Don't judge him, okay?

Virgil rolled his eyes at the Disney reverence but hummed and nuzzled closer. Almost hiding in his chest. And can Roman just say that? That this looked fucking [language!] Adorable! Okay, back to the task at hand.

"Okay then", is all Roman gave Virgil as a signal before he placed his hand flat on Virgil's head, "sweet dreams, Virgil."

When he was sure that Virgil had gone limp and fell asleep, he started stroking his hair again.

....

He still didn't knew what made Virgil have such a bad nightmare. Yawning, he decides that tomorrow is still a day. For now all that matters is that Virgil is sleeping.

With that in mind, he let future Roman handle that and falling asleep himself.

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Boom! Part 2 is done and here!

A/N: So, the ghost roommate au is only gonna have one more part and that is the one you're are waiting for. Don't worry I know what I wanna write...I just can't get my head around how to do it.. Anyways the last part will come out for sure.

Taglist:

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#thomas sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #Unknown Nightmares #unkown #nightmare #fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #prinxiety

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descendantshh2 · 7 years

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Neverland- Harry x Reader

A/N Hiya this is my second imagine and for some odd reason my first one got deleted ): but I hope you guys enjoy this little idea I had before I go to bed (:

Summary:You have flashbacks of your first love Harry Hook who is on the Isle. You and Harry met and fell in love at first sight while rescuing Ben but sadly Harry did not return to you. (x) (Here’s the song that inspired this story) I will italicize the flashbacks as well as bold the lyrics. Neverland Pt.2

Whenever I was frightened Or if I ever felt alone I turned to the night sky And a star I call my own

You sighed as you looked at your clock beside your bed. 2:30am and you still could not sleep for the life of you. It had been 3 days since the King was captured and brought back home safely, but what happened down there in the Isle still ache your heart. You quietly got up from your bed hoping not to wake Evie and Mal up in the process of doing so. You grab a near by hoodie and some tennis shoes as you quietly snuck outta your dorm into the halls up to the roof.

“Let go of me! Please I’ll give you money whatever you want just stop this!” you struggled as you tried to escape your grip from the rather handsome pirate attempting to kidnap you. “Don’t make me nip ya like I did to the king now love” his Scottish acent filling your ear making shiver “Your a pretty one aren’t ya maybe if I’m nice enough I’ll let ya spend the night with me”. Lets just say suggesting that you’d look for King Ben on your own was a bad idea especially since you had no idea how the Isle worked. Evie Mal Carlos and Jay tried to warn you not to run off but Ben was your best friend and you couldn’t let him face Mal’s rejection alone, so you followed him.

You made your way to the roof and sat on the top. You brought you legs up to your chest and huffed. You looked up at the stars remembering exactly how the events took place. “No matter where you are no matter where I am we are under the same stars Harry” you whispered “I will never forget you”

We can sail away tonight On a sea of pure moonlight We can navigate the stars Bring us back home

You were tied to a pole with King Ben across from you. You could see the pirate teasing him as his Captain Uma told him to leave them alone for a while. You didn't notice that Harry Hook was now walking towards you with a devilish smirk on his face. “Looks who’s awake” he laughed slightly running his metal hook along your hair “thought you’d never wake up love.” “Please let me go” you begged not mattering if you looked weak but you were frighten to the core. “No can do dear your stuck with me for a while now” he smirked. “Harry I know there is some good in you please.” Harry stopped right in front of your face and huffed an amusing chuckle. “Listen here love. The way the Isle works is there is no such thing as lover or caring” he paused and looked you dead cold in the eye “you have no idea what hell we go through while you Bordon kids eat from a silver spoon……us Villain kids don’t know what love is.”

“Wake up Y/N we’re going to be late for class” yelled Evie brushing her beautiful blue hair. You groaned in response but did as you were told. Getting up as you lazily got dressed Mal notice your eyes were red from the lack of sleep you got last night. “You snuck out on to the roof top didn’t you?” You started at Mal as she asked you that question all you could do was nod not finding any words to speak. “I know you miss him Y/N but you have to understand that we couldn’t bring him to Auradon it was way to risky and dangerous.” You shook your head at Mal not wanting to cause a scene in front of Evie as you grabbed your backpack and walked towards the door. You stopped and turned around facing Mal and Evie “Yes Harry might have been a dangerous guy but what happened on the Isle was real and everyone can tell me to forget about him but I can’t” you let a single tear drop fall “ he was my pure moonlight and I saw the good in him just how Ben and Doug saw the good in you two.” With that you walked out the door taking deep breaths holding in your tears.

All that you hope for You hope for today Is the love someone gives you In an unconditional way

You were in class now sitting next to your best friend Ben as you doddle in your notebook. These passed 4 days now have been filled with you not really speaking to any of your friends. All you ever heard from them was ‘Harry is not good.’ or ‘Harry can never learn to love.’ You know deep down inside you touched a soft part in him no one else did and he touched a soft part in you too. “Y/N” Ben looked up at you “I’m really sorry about Harry if there is a way I can make this right please let me help.” Ben’s faced was complete crushed. He hated seeing you like this. You shook your head lightly “No Ben it’s fine” you faked a smile “I’m fine” With that you got up from your chair and made your way to a new seat behind the class before it began.

“Just give me an hour Hook to prove you wrong and if I don’t then you can tie me back up and I won’t budge I promise.” you stared down at Harry as he smirked “I never pass up a deal lass.” With that response he united you. You had no idea how you were gonna show this pirate what love felt like or what it was. You have only known him for not even a full day but you intended to try. “Any smart moves love and I will not hesitate in hooking you Y/N. Trust me it’ll pain me to hook someone I actually like.” You slightly blush at his comment. He grabbed your hands and walked you off the boat. He sat both of you down by the shore just a few feet away from the boat. ‘Let the game begin’ you thought.

It took a lot for Harry to finally trust you enough for him to open up about his past. After a while of finally trusting one another, hearing about Harry’s story made you feel sympathy for him. His mother passed away right before he turned 1 due to the mold growing on the ship, and his father expect way too much from him at such a young age. He never experienced loved as a kid which is why he is so cold hearted. There was a moment of silence between you two after Harry was explaining the way he wanted his dad to love and be proud of him and how he really wish his mom was still alive until you heard Harry’s low sobs. This shocked you because you were just a stranger to Harry a few minutes ago maybe he just needed someone to ask him once in a while how he felt. You didn’t think twice as you wrapped your arms around him. Harry burried his face in your neck and cried as you held him you brought his face close to yours. You didn’t realize how blue his eyes were or the features on his face like his jawline or his brown hair popping outta his hat. You wiped his tears and you swore time stopped between you both. You did the impossible next as you leaned in and locked lips with the pirate. For the first time Harry Hook can finally say he had a taste of what love was that night.

In a place so far away We’ll be young that’s how we’ll stay

“Harry if you let me and Ben go please I promise I’ll get you outta the Isle please we have to go home you can come with me.” you started into his blue eyes and he tied you up to the pole once again. “Listen Y/N I want to help you but Uma’s my captain and I can’t betray her like that.” “What if we make a deal Harry please I want to teach more about yourself. You are stronger then you think you are. You can be good and we can be something please.” Harry smiled at you lightly and he kissed your forehead and walked off to his pirate crew.

Once the sword fighting was over and it was pretty clear Mal and the gang have won and rescued not only you but King Ben. Before you can make a run to the limo you turned and bolted towards Harry pulling him into a quick but passionate kiss and whispered “Harry I swear I’ll come back for you.”

And with your hand in my hand I am closer now To finding Neverland

“What do you mean you can’t bring Harry Hook to Auradon whatever happened to giving people a second chance Ben!” you raged at not only Ben but at your 4 friends who were against you. For Ben’s rescue he had granted everyone a favor even you but when you asked him your one wish he denied it along side your friends. “Yea Y/N this is crazy maybe he spelled you” Mal spoke with her arms crossed. “No he didn’t I love him and I’m sure he loves me too please Ben just help me I have to get him outta there. I made him a promise.” your breathing went slow as you stared at your friends tears falling from your face “guys please help me” But no one stood up they all turned away “I’m sorry Y/N but the answer is no.”

You were currently in your room doing some homework. Nowadays that was the only thing that ever got you outta your thoughts. Mal and Evie walked in the dorm with a sly smile on their face as they walked over and sat next to you. “Y/N we’re both really sorry for pushing you. We didn’t know Harry mean’t so much to you and we can speak for everyone that we all would like to apologize and if you can come with us we would like to show you something.” Mal smiled as you hugged both her and Evie “You guys are forgiven but I don’t think there is anything you can do to make me feel better.” you answered honestly. “We can always try come one” Evie pulled you to your feet and led you down the hall to King Ben’s office. “Go ahead Y/N, Ben and all of us got you something” Mal held your hand and you let out a breath as you opened the doors. Your eyes couldn’t believe what you saw.

“Harry..”

“I missed you love”

A/N okay i kinda had this idea while this song was playing and I know my writing isn’t the best but we all gotta start somewhere so I truly hope you enjoy (:

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hannahsmusings · 5 years

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Renee

*I smile wide when I see Tom coming towards me, happy to spend more time with him now since I was pretty drunk, always enjoying our drunken time together* I am the child of a water birth so I guess it’s pretty fitting, right? *I giggle loudly and swim towards him* Why are you being so slow? You gotta just commit and dive right in, you can’t just doddle or else it’ll stay cold and you’ll never get used to it. *I splash him, laughing loudly as he got soaking wet, knowing the water was pretty cold* *I had a nice liquor blanket on so the water didn’t bother me too much but from how other people were acting, I figured to a sober person it would be pretty chilly* Come onnnnn. Mermaids don’t like the shallow area! *I reach out and grab his hand, trying to pull him deeper into the water, loving to swim out as far as I can whenever I was in the ocean*

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*chuckles a little at your childish playfulness, used to you getting like this when you got drunk and finding it adorable* Alright alright bossy boots. *words are quickly cut off when you splash me, ending up with a mouth full of sea water and spluttering a little as I wipe my face* You really gonna start that are you? *cocks a brow as I stalk towards you, chuckling a little as I get in further and splash you back, grinning as I swim to you, grabbing hold of you and pulling you against me* You’re so cute when you’re drunk. *chuckles, shaking my wet hair in your face and grinning at you*

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thelilybird · 7 years

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Either shakarian or Ryder/Jaal for the domestic meme!!

thank you for asking this makes me so happy!!! here we goooo~~

Who’s more dominant: Neither, really. However if I had to pick honestly I’d say Rhu is more dominant. Not by much, she’s a very gentle person, but she’s also very powerful and isn’t known to take any shit.

Who’s the cuddler: Both! Again, if I had to pick honestly I’d have to say Jaal is more so.

Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Jaal is big spoon, Rhu is little spoon. Occasionally they switch, though it’s mostly for the giggles.

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Helping Rhu dye her hair. Angara don’t have hair so Jaal finds it fascinating and the whole dying process is very interesting to him. Rhumehr just likes the attention.

Who uses all the hot water: I’d have to say Rhu. She likes to doddle in the shower.

Most trivial thing they fight over: Not really fighting, but sometimes they play fight over who loves the other more.

Who does most of the cleaning: Neither, really. They’re very messy people. It’s organized chaos for both of them so they try not to mess with it.

What has a season pass on their dvr/Who controls the netflix queue: Jaal. He really likes watching vids with Rhu after missions.

Who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: In this case it’s more who complains to Gil, but Rhu complains to Jaal and he works with Gil to fix it.

Who leaves their stuff around: Jaal. He does it slowly until he’s moved into Rhu’s room.

Who remembers to buy the milk: Neither. Usually someone else does the shopping. Rhu complains about not having certain things, but won’t do anything about it. Jaal just plain forgets.

Who remembers anniversaries: Both. Jaal remembers anniversaries of little things, but they both remember big stuff.

Who cooks normally: Jaal. Rhu is a disaster in the kitchen and Jaal has to learn all kinds of human recipes so he can cook for her.

How often do they fight: Almost never. There’s been a few disagreements, but the closest they come to fighting is when they spar.

What do they do when they’re away from each other: Lots of vid calls.

Nicknames for each other: Jaal’s got nicknames enough for the both of them. Everytime Rhu tries she feels silly.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner: Jaal. Rhu would try, but he wouldn’t let her.

Who steals the covers at night: Rhu. Jaal uses it as an excuse to cuddle more.

What would they get each other for gifts: Jaal likes to buy her a lot of random and useless gifts. Lots of flowers and trinkets. She’s amassing a collection of weird stuff. She treasures all of it. She’s bought him a new Rofin once that he won’t wear on missions because he doesn’t want to ruin it. He wears it on the ship all the time and wouldn’t stop showing it off after getting it.

Who kissed who first: Jaal.

Who made the first move: Rhu…ish. She made friends, caught feelings, and Jaal took it from there.

Who remembers things: Jaal

Who started the relationship: Both? I follow the canon relationship thing tbh.

Who cusses more: Jaal, kinda. Not anything anyone else understands so it doesn’t really count.

What would they do if the other one was hurt: Heart attack probably. Then spend the next weeks coddling the other. Jaal more so. He’s terrified of losing Rhu. Especially after the last time she died.

Who is the dirty talker: Jaal. Gotta put all the stuff Liam taught him to good use. Not that Rhu doesn’t.

A head canon: Before the scene on Aya Jaal asked Liam for help on how to do sex things. Rhu finds out later and thinks it’s super cute.

#ask #ask meme #Babywarrior5 #i might do Shakarian later #maybe #dunno #Rhu Ryder #Rhumehr Ryder

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ralcemns · 7 years

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In your Baku-sitter AU Kacchan forced to bring Deku to UA and Aizawa being cool with it? Or little Deku and Todoroki?

I knew somebody would ask for 1-A interaction eventually! Actually, two of you did so far, and since they're similar requests, I'm merging them together and giving you both the same chapter.

The babysitter au we're talking about

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Trips and Tricks

"As you all know," Aizawa prefaced at the beginning of the school day, "the local preschool will be taking a field trip here to Yuuei today so that their kids can have a close-up look at heroes-in-training. They should be here in a few minutes, so put on your hero costumes in the meantime for the exercise they will be observing today."

Kaminari poked Kastuki’s arm as they made their ways to change. "Deku’s coming, right?"

"Leave me alone, Drooly," Katsuki ignored.

As 1-A lined up outside on the training ground, a preschool teacher came around the corner. Trailing behind like a line of ducklings were several little toddlersーone, of course, bobbing his familiar green mop of hair.

"Hey, Deku!" Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero all greeted. Izuku smiled bashfully, but waved back.

"These big kids are working hard to become real heroes!" the preschool teacher introduced to the little ones. "Don't be shy; go on and ask them about their school! Then they can get going and show off their cool tricks!"

Izuku was the first of his friends to bounce forward. "Kacchan! You look so cool!"

Katsuki’s classmates all drew their eyes to the pair.

"Is that his little brother or something?" Jirou wondered.

"He babysits this kid," Kaminari clarified. "Bakugou’s totally a softie, really. I just wonder why he’s gotta be so harsh on us."

"What does this do?" Izuku wondered, tapping one of Katsuki’s grenade gauntlets.

"You'll see in a minute," Katsuki dismissed. "Why don't you go talk to the others or something?"

Izuku nodded, toddling off to the first to catch his eye.

"These kids are soo~ cute!" Ashido gushed.

"What’s your Quirk?" Izuku inquired of her.

She smiled. "I shoot acid!" The little kids already around her "oooh"ed in admiration.

"She’s got horns!" one of them observed.

"I think her pink skin is pretty," another commented.

"Thanks!" Ashido beamed. "It's because of my acid!"

Izuku’s eye was caught by another of interesting appearance. "I saw you on TV! Your Quirk is ice!"

Todoroki shifted awkwardly. "Me?"

"Yeah! It was so cool!" Izuku enthused. "Is that why your hair is in half?"

"Well, yes," Todoroki admitted.

"What’s the red side for?" Izuku inquired.

"That's the fire side," Todoroki revealed. "I can also make flames."

"Wow!" Izuku marveled. "Your Quirk is so cool!" He turned his head to somebody else. "I liked your shadow birdie on TV, too!"

The preschool teacher interrupted. "Alright, let's let these big kids do some training! Come line up behind me!"

The toddlers skittered back into a line, too excited to see the students they’d already interviewed get into action to doddle.

Aizawa stepped forward to his students to explain the course. "Alright. Today will be a causal combat exercise. We have more of the pointage robots from the entrance exam, except this time, you will be in groups of threeーwith one of fourーto gather points for your team. Divide yourselves into them however you like, but without quarreling."

"We have a nice place to watch from up here," the preschool teacher directed. The toddlers followed, entering a room with a window to look down on the field through as well as multiple screens for close-up views of certain areas.

One of Izuku’s peers came up to him. "Do you know all of the big kids?"

"I know Kacchan," Izuku answered, "but I met his friends, too!" He then gaped, pointing at the screen. "Him! Also him! And that electric guy!"

The little ones gazed in amazement as the training started, cheering on just about everyone. They awed every time someone used their Quirk, blown away by the skill with which they did.

"Winners: team Aoyama, Yaoyorozu, and Todoroki," Aizawa announced as all robots were destroyed.

"You can have another little chat with them before we leave!" the preschool teacher allowed to the toddlers. "Be sure to say thanks for letting you watch!"

Rounds of chirped "thank you"s were thrown out as they were directed. Then they got to the chatting part they had all so excitedly anticipated.

"Kacchan, Kacchan! I saw you explode all those robots!" Izuku celebrated. He tapped a grenade gauntlet again. "These are awesome!"

"Thanks," Katsuki grumbled, forcing an attempt at getting over yet another one of the ice guy’s victories.

Izuku wandered over to that guy next. "No fire?"

"Uh… no," Todoroki answered, a bit caught off-guard by more curious kid questions.

"Why not?" Izuku wondered.

"Because…" Todoroki searched for a simple way to explain. "Because I got it from my dad, and I don't like him."

"Oh." Izuku pondered. "Could you give it back?"

"No, no, that's not how Quirks work," Todoroki denied.

"Then it’s yours, isn't it?" Izuku deduced. "Not your daddy’s."

Todoroki blinked. "Uh…"

Izuku moved on to someone else. "Hey, electric! Your lightning was so cool!"

"Thanks, Deku!" Kaminari appreciated.

Izuku took his rounds with everybody; from complimenting Ojiro’s tail moves to asking Hagakure if she could turn visible, he babbled on and on about Quirks.

"You babysit Izuku-chan, Bakugou?" Tsuyu asked Katsuki.

"Yeah," he grunted.

Tsuyu smiled. "That's nice of you. He's very cute."

"Alright, say bye-bye to the big kids!" the preschool teacher concluded.

The toddlers wished their reluctant farewells, following their teacher back out to the bus they arrived in.

"See you later, Kacchan!" Izuku called, knowing his departure was only temporary.

Katsuki waved back, just a little. "See you."

Ashido jumped right beside him. "You're so lucky! I wanna hang out with a cute kid all the time!" Word had apparently gotten around.

"Find yourself a job, then," Katsuki brushed off.

"The one you look after seemed especially interested in each of our Quirks," Iida observed.

"Even my plain old tail…" Ojiro noted.

"He just likes heroes and stuff a lot," Katsuki reasoned. "Quit talking to me about him!"

Acknowledging the crankiness of their classmate, his peers left him alone. Still, they all wished amongst themselves that they might see that little Izuku again someday.

#I hope it fits both of your tastes #it's a little hard to get interaction with all of class a #but I hope I hit the notes that you wanted #and both of you

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bubblywimp-blog · 7 years

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22 July-An Idea of What’s going on in my life

Okay! so i’ve decided to write until i get a response from you guys..or until i get bored.

okay so, it’s been a month since school started..me and Iomhara have been coping well..adjusting to the lamos in our class..well..we arent really adjusting, when the school started me and she used to practise maths sums and study….mostly because of the classes we both had..my teacher gives us a hell of a homework and the math’s one makes really hard tests..my parents take tution tests seriously so i need to study..study hard!

Flashback

Ugh! i am early again!..now i have to wait for some time until someone i know shows up..

A guy entered the door..his name is shaan..a weirdo..his gang was once playing truth or dare and i heard my name being called over..i looked in his direction and saw him pointing at me saying “this is Lara..there the one whose doodling.” and his other friend looking at me..hell that was awkward cause i caught them looking and talking about me and since they were playing truth or dare the were probably talking something like-She’s cute,i’ve a crush on her, given a chance i would go out with her..blah blah blah. not saying that i am THE CHICK but i know they were talking about this stuff cause they were embarrassed when the saw me looking, me being the generous human i am just looked their way for a minute or two and then started doddling again.

so after that incident it was awkward with them..

now its fine..i’ll come to them later

the thing now is he is the second person that enters this god damn classroom after me..its irritating because we just sit there in a really awkward silence.

I was feeling a bit nauseous so i decided to open the windows thats when i noticed the the blue team’s(this team has a real name that is a more reasonable one but can’t disclose it) senior football selections were taking place today..and fuck! thats where he was..shining like literally shining..man he was the first one i put my eyes on like aww..he is just so cute well not cute he is hot af!..we’ll name him footballer. there was also this dashing new head boy he is a goody two shoes..tani had a crush on him in 8th grade for only 6 months that is..he is incredibly cute! like the dream boyfriend..the good one the one who is sweeter than the whole honeydukes together(Harry Potter reference!)..and humble,genreous,gentle, he is every good adjective in the dictionary.but not my type.now guess what?..this guy we’ll call him Lost Teddy Bear(LTB for short - cause he sure looks like one-but in a cuter way),so LTB thought i had a crush on him cause i used to lookout for tani and he well sometimes..okay! i’ll be honest..many times caught me saying ‘he’s there’,’look he’s coming this way’ and all this shit!

and then he started noticing and ignoring our group..i was doing the same.eventually tani got over him,i told you she is never the commitment type..kine of me but more bold i will get bored if :

i find someone new

something bad happens like he tells me to stop,he has a hardcore crush on someone,etc

or he starts looking ugly

i stop seeing him

gradually i loose interest.

btw that Nilay guy did the pineapple cut..if thats what its called..he looks so weird and i dont like it so interest meter a bit low..

now this teddy bear was also trialing..how many things can you even do eh?..like you are the head boy,so automatically you would be good in academics,you play football,you are the guy most girls would want to date..i can tell that..girls are always trying to flirt with him. the next thing that would happen is i would see him dancing and singing in two voices..like literally are you a super being or something??..plus he has read almost each and every famous book series

The Hunger Games,Maze Runner,Harry Potter,Percy Jackson,and what not

i know this much about him cause well 1.he is famous and 2.his best friend is in my class or was in my class he and GQ were really good friends and this guy had a crush on me,hell! he even waited for me..he waited for 3 years proposed 3 times like boy! i dont like you romantically! sorry but i have frien zoned you! and there is no bloddy thing in this bloddy world that can undo the effect! this guiy you know was really good..sweet and totally into me but no! me being the most stupidest human bring on the planet i friend zoned him!..the thing with me is -i dont like people who like me i want people that have no interest in me,most of the time it is like that.I had literally friend zone each and every datable guy in my class..so back to teddy bear and this teddy is in 12th grade now

so they were trialling..alot of people were there..

now back to my pretty footballer!!..my first reaction when i saw him was fuck

i mean how can someone be that hot!!

and why the hell am i writing in italics..better turn it off...its getting creepy..okay so yeah done..

i was drooling over my babe(technically he is not mine,doesnt even know i exist..) when Arya entered she is a fine gal. nice one to have a chat and talk about boys..well she is like did you see? so many guys are trialling!..and most of them are sooooo hooooot!!!

and i am like i cant see them i am lost in his beauty

“which one?” asked Arya

“the one with the red shirt” i said

“the one that blocked the ball right now?”

“yeah that one”

“he looks hot”

“do you know there is this guy in the green house..i saw him during one of those shitty house meetings..and he is just so cute!!!..and guess what! he is national level boxer and a state level football keeper!!..his personality is so awesome!..we’ll call him boxer” said Arya

“uh-huh nice one!..which grade is he in?” i asked

“11th grade i’ll take you to see him during recess” replied Arya

“righto!”

“hey do you wanna see this footballer guy face to face..they may be coming upstairs for changing!” proposed Arya

“of Course!”

so then we were waiting in the corridor which was filled with students..seniors,juniors,9th graders on the left corridor,11th graders etc on the right one..and then he entered..i swear he’s got abs...and he is so tall so cute..so awesome!..of course he did not notice me,of course he did not bother to turn and say sorry when his sweatfull body..if being more specific then- his shoulder brushed against mine..of course still he does not know that his smile makes my day..of course he does not know that he is the reason me and Iomhara eat our lunch as fast as we can..ofcourse he wont come out when he is finished with his lunch..of course he wont bother..

i told my friends about this tani and aki said that i was being a low standard bitch who would fall for anyone fair and tall...but this is so not true,pratham is fair and fairly tall...i hate him.i hate him because he is a playboy.If Footballer is a playboy then i won’t be that crazy about him.

And well Iomhara was not that excited about him(this was when she had not seen him)..the same was with aura..the thing is if my friends,whenever i tell them about a guy and they don’t know him that is they have no idea of his appearance, they automatically lose interest. Plus Iomhara had a glimpse of him once and he appeared to her as FAT! like literally he has freakin’ hottie abs for heavens sake!..but then she came around and is like he is okay-okay..aura had the same opinion. but no! he is awesome i dunno what happens when i see him but the way he talks the way he smile the way he walks even though my friends say he is a bit lanky,i dont care!!..its been a month since i have been into him..! and now that i think of it,i shouldn’t waste time on people who don’t even know i exist..but then again he could know i exist,if i talk to him..but he does not even come out during lunch breaks..

anyway this aki has a crush just like mine..but this one he is a bit different..lets call him Yan, so when i first saw him i was like “girl you deserve better”

and then aki is like i dunno i just feel something when i see him.

like literally! he is skinny, is not even that handsome!..he is even taken!!..i dont think so footballer is in a relationship.

Yan’s a 11th grader,his class is next to mine. so once he was passing by and is asked him his name,very innocently he said “Yan.”

i gotta admit that was kinda cute but still! he is a prefect!!!..anyway after a few days when i saw him again i had the urge to go and say hi so i did he even greeted back though it was with hesitation and Iomhara is like what did you just do,and i am like i wanted to say hi. A few days passed with hi’s and bye’s.Iomahara started doing it too but with a ‘bhaiya’ it means brother. she does this because she wants to make it clear that she is in no way interested in him,as for me i like to keep ‘em confused!..so this hesitation began to slip away and after that he was like ‘yeah i know these girls..so better be good and say hi’

Yesterday was the schools first academic council meeting those are the meeting in which you can complain loads about teachers and the school but no one does that cause the blame would come on you and well i was chosen along with a super smart guy of my class..he looks a bit like jerry from tom and jerry. we arrived a bit early and there was a bit of time left(or we can say our principal arrived a bit late-that bastard! always arrives late and i could not take a last round in the corridor to see my babe-not really my babe he is..)

when i arrived i saw that Yan was also there..our periodic test had just gotten over and we were as usual roaming the corridor when i saw Yan,Iomhara said hi to him and he returned it back but when i did,i dunno if it was the hustle bustle in the background or something but he did not notice me.. i felt kinda bad tbh..anyway during this council meeting i was hoping that footballer would represent his class but no! rather a guy who had his face shape showed up! no literally! first of all i am with all the people who just want to complain and then i need to put on my collar button see that my hair look neat and sit up straight because i am sitting in front of the principal,the vice principal,the coordinator and all the head teachers and then this footballer does not show up! anyway i told you before that Teddy Bear is the head boy so automatically he was in the meeting jotting down points next to the pretty head girl and he is so cute! a cutie literally that was the only entertainment for me! though i think he noticed me and then was like ‘this stalker girl! how can she be in this council! i dont think so she is that good in her studies all she does is crack jokes with that girl group of hers’

and i can tell he and Yan both were dead surprised to see me there. well when my class teacher Eela told me that she had given my name for that i was too,cause i dont come sincere and studious on the first glance..atleast i dont think so i do..

anyway after all those stupid little complaints from people, a guy from 12th grade (the same year as teddy bear) came up he is the academic prefect and gave an awesome speech! like seriously dude you rock!..he was giving us tips on how to study for competitive exams.you know this guy he came 7th out of 5000 people! that too in a really tough exam! and he was keep saying that seniors should be more approachable,juniors should try to seek help from them and all i really liked this point-not with the academic meaning(know what i mean,if you don’t i make it simple for you-footballer is my senior!!!,,so i was thinking about him!) anyway the speech was so awesome! ..man so so so flattered i was!..

anyway his speech ended and then we were allowed to disperse,when i was going towards the exit and looking here and there i caught Yan’s eye and guess what? he smiled,i did not even say hi or make the first move! he genuinely smiled!!! god! if i am able to make friends with him maybe i can set things up for aki!!

and right now i am really irritated on teddy bear like seriously dude! just stop noticing me! i know you do! i feel the awkwardness!

after the meeting when we were dispersing,Iomhara and me were going down the stairs and i saw Teddy Bear talking with the head girl,they are always talking to each other..don’t tell anyone but i kinda ship them

and i can swear in front of the ministry of magic that i saw his eyes flick towards me and then back to he girl!..its bloddy awkward you know!

so thats pretty much and also the gorrila guy sid on which aura had a crush on..aura got over him! like i am so happy!!

and after sometime that animal got in a relationship with a girl named Ifa. this sid guy is always irritated,irritated by anything..he can even be irritated if you breathe! i wont be surprised if he is irritated by his own breathing..its kind of funny to see him like that!..me and Iomhara like to irritate him! especially me !

So guys-actually i was planning to write on how my day went but i was practically writing this whole day,not this post but setting up the account and all and i am pretty slow at things so yeah!..anyway this is pretty much about whats going on in my life right now..i will tell you about my summer vacations in a different posts,but for the time being lets keep it this much!

LaraAngel

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purrfics · 7 years

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Summary: Nancy opens up on some history to Flake and Darryn and Melissa are upset over the camp. Chapter: Nine - Keeping It Old Style Author’s Note:

[Masterpost] [Quotev] [Blog]

Melissa holds Darryn’s hand as they stand at the edge of the camp, watching as the sun rises above the mountains and shines down on their faces.

“It’s rather beautiful, isn’t it?” Melissa says, squeezing Darryn’s hand.

“Yeah. It’s lovely.” He tells her, his eyes squinting as the rays hit against his face. Melissa leans forward slightly, looking down at the valley below them.

“Why do you think they decided to camp here, out of all places?”

“It’s secluded.” Darryn tells her, looking around. “Nothing is around, It’s the perfect place to be, I think.”

Melissa nods, thinking to herself for a moment. “Why do you want to leave, then?”

“Really?” Darryn asks, laughing slightly. “You know why.”

“Not really. I just know you don’t like that Flake guy.”

“He’s shady, Mel, I don’t like it one bit.”

“Well. You don’t seem to like anything, do you? Come on, let’s go get something to eat, I’m starved.” Melissa smiles, pulling at his hand. Darryn turns, grinning briefly at her as they walk down the pathway.

Grace and Sabrina stand at the food storage as Drake comes wandering along, stopping as he spots the two girls standing in similar stances, their arms crossing, biting their lip, leaning more on one foot than the other.

“Is there something wrong?” Drake asks out of curiosity.

“We’re running low, we’re trying to figure out a way to make sure everyone eats.” Grace tells him without looking away from the pile, her eyes moving across the different types of food lying.

“I think Flake said he’ll take some of us out for a mission tomorrow. We’ll probably have to walk.” Drake says as he begins walking away. Grace just mutters a “uh hu” in response. Her eyes linger before she looks towards Sabrina, squinting at her as she reaches over, using her thumb and index finger to pull a twig from her hair.

“Hey!” Sabrina calls out of surprise, feeling her hair.

“Did you goto bed dirty?” Grace questions, rubbing her fingers together until the dirt falls from her skin. “You look nasty.”

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry.”

“Like you’ve been rolling in the mud.” Grace adds.

“Mark and I were playing a game, that’s all.” Sabrina tells her, walking over to the pile and picking up a can. “Want some?” She offers, changing the subject as just earlier she had snuck back into camp after a small adventure outside the walls.

Grace shrugs, “Sure.”

Flake rolls his neck, yawning as he sits at his desk, sitting back in the chair as he stretches back, the front legs of his chair coming off of the ground as he yawns again. A small knock comes from outside the door.

“Come in!” Flake calls from the desk, standing to his feet as the door slowly opens. Nancy pops her head around the door.

“Hey…” She says slowly, pushing herself inside, holding the door so it’s just ajar.

“Can I help you?” Flake asks.

“Yeah. I just wanted to say thank you for taking us in yesterday.” She begins, leaning against the door until it closed behind her. “It was real nice of you.”

Flake looks at her, her stance leaning right against the door as it clicked behind her, her eyes barely making eye contact.

“There’s no problem. Gotta stick together.”

“Yeah-- I wanted to talk to you about something. Do you have time?” She asks, biting her lip.

“I always have time, what is it?”

Nancy puts her hands behind her back, her wrist held in her hand as she doddled towards Flake as he sat back in his seat.

“I know who you are.”

Molly and Sammy sit in their bedroom, holding two dolls in their hands as they quietly play. Jessica sighs as she watches them from the living room through the open bedroom door, Robbie standing beside her as Scrap sniffs around the kitchen.

“You don’t need to put all the pressure on yourself, you know that right?” Robbie tells her as Jessica sighs loudly.

“Pressure of what?”

“You know, taking care of them. It’s not just your sole responsibility.”

“Yeah-- I guess I know that.” Jessica tells him, rubbing her eyes. Robbie inches closer to her, wrapping one hand around the back of her neck and bringing her into a hug. Jessica huffs into his shoulder, wrapping one arm around his body as he wrapped his other arm around her. “Thanks.”

“No problem. You know I’m here for you and all these people out there are, too.” Robbie tells her as they break away from the hug.

“I just wish life wasn’t this unfair.” Jessica says.

“Sometimes It’s just like that.”

“You know who I am?” Flake questions, squinting at her. Nancy takes a deep breath, sitting in the seat opposite him.

“I was a freelance reporter working in Manhattan in early 2010. It wasn’t the best job in the world but I got to travel around alot.” Nancy begins explaining, shuffling in her seat as Flake’s gaze never leaves her. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying to ruin your reputation or anything. It was a small case and I doubt these people know who you are.”

“Continue.” Flake tells her after a moment's silence, leaning back in her seat.

“Uh-- Well. I found out about your case, the murder case. It was really interesting, not to say that you-- Nevermind. I did a lot of research on you, Sebastian-- Sebastian Flake, 34 years old when he killed Francis Holden.”

“That case was thrown out. Nothing came from it.”

Nancy nods, “Yeah. I thought that you were framed when the reports I found started to come in. I don’t care if you did it or not. I don’t even know why I’m telling you that I know. I just want you to know that I know.”

“Okay. I understand.” Flake tells her, the colour seeming to drain from his face slightly.

“I just want to know that my friends and I are safe in your company.” She adds.

“You are. You know the whole story, you should be able to make that decision on your own.”

“Yeah. I do know the whole story and frankly, It doesn’t matter if you did it out of cold blood or you did it for some other reasons. I did enough research to know that what you did was not morally wrong.”

“I’d rather us to be done here.” Flake says.

“Of course. I didn’t come here to make your uncomfortable or frightened. I actually came here to warn you, not exactly a warning but more of a friendly gesture.”

“Which is?”

“People you meet out there may know who you are and that may put your life or your position as leader at risk. I would suggest telling people about this but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I presume nobody knows and if you’d prefer to keep it that way, I’ll keep my mouth shut as will you.”

“Thank you.” Flake mutters.

Nancy stands up, “Thank you for letting me talk to you. I hope our alliance stays strong between our two groups.” She smiles, holding her hand out. Flake shakes her hand quickly and she makes her way towards the door, pulling it open and making her way out.

Flake sighs, sinking more into his chair and squeezing his eyes shut, tapping his fingers against his chair.

Grace puts the metal tin down on the porch as her and Sabrina sat on the porch. Sabrina’s legs crossed on the top stair and Grace’s head resting in her hand.

“Hmmmm” Grace hums, swaying her legs.

“what’re you doin’?” Sabrina asks.

“I’m thinkin’... D’ya wanna do something today?” Grace asks, sitting up and turnin to look at her sister.

“Like what?”

“Uhhh, I don’t know. Maybe so--”

A loud scream suddenly rumbles through camp.

Darryn falls into his backside as one of the undead grab at his ankle, snapping their teeth as it pulls itsself along the ground, half it’s legs missing. He grumbles as he sends his foot flying towards the undead’s face, snapping it’s neck back as it losens his grip. Darryn manages to crawl away and stand up.

“What’s going on?!” Drake asks, running over with Robbie, Melissa and Grace close behind.

“This thing--” Darryn smashes his foot down on the dead’s head, causing it’s brains to splatter across the ground, he stamps down twice more to make sure it’s dead. “Attacked me, In the camp!”

“How is that possible?” Drake says, mostly to himself.

“You tell me, genius! You say this place is safe?”

“They can’t get inside. It’s impossible for them to climb inside the fence.”

“Well maybe your logic isn’t exactly correct.” Darryn snaps,wiping his foot roughly against the dirt, smearing blood across the ground.

“Where is Flake? I want to speak to him.” Darryn asks.

“Yeah-- Me too!” Melissa pipes up, pushing past Grace rather roughly.

Flake suddenly appears, walking up the pathway. “What’s going on?” He asks, rather casually.

“Oh. I’ll tell you what’s going on.” Darryn begins moving quickly towards Flake, his fists clenching. Robbie suddenly steps sideways a little and grabs Darryn, attempting to hold him back. Darryn swings his arm and shoves Robbie aside.

“Hey!” Grace snaps, practically catching Robbie in her arms.

“Your camp almost got me killed.” Darryn snaps as he reaches Flake, just inches away from his as he spits in his face. “We’re leaving. Your camp isn’t safe.”

“It’s safe. The walls are secure.” Flake tells him, trying to achieve a louder volume than him, although it didn’t seem to be working.

“I could have died and it would have been blood on your hands.”

“Then leave.” Flake bluntly says after taking a few seconds of silence. Darryn scoffs, kicking the dirt slightly.

“Fine. We will.” He tells him, emphasising the ‘We’ as he begins walking away. Melissa puts her hands on her head, pushing her hair up as she groans loudly. She starts storming after Darryn.

“This isn’t over.” She says as she passes the foursome, her shoulder hitting off of Flake’s as she makes her way after Darryn

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Darryn opens the door to the cabin where he finds Nancy, Tanya and Carlos talking. They look up at him, eyebrows raised as he grabs his gun.

“We’re leaving.”

“Woah-- What’re you talking about?” Carlos asks, standing up.

“Flake doesn’t want us here. He even said.”

“What? Did he say that?” Nancy asks, her voice rather shaky.

“Yeah, why?” Darryn asks, leaning to his side as he looks at her. “Did he say somethin’ to you?”

“No! He didn’t I was just wondering…”

“Well. He did say that. He said for us to leave.”

“I don’t think he meant it like that.” Melissa says as she makes her way inside the cabin, closing the door behind her.

“What do you mean?” Tanya asks.

“Come on baby. You know we can’t leave. You can’t be so ridiculous.” Melissa pouts, moving over to Darryn and taking his hand. “Just a few more nights?” She asks, fluttering her eyelashes. Darryn bites the inside of his lip, clenching his fist.

“I don’t know, Mel.”

“Come on, Darryn. We can’t go out there anyways.”

Melissa winks at Darryn, unnoticable to anyone else but him. Darryn smirks at Mel. “We leave first thing in three days?” He requests, Melissa shrugs.

“Maybe.”

---

Robbie approaches the cabin door, raising his fist to knock against the wood.

“Be careful. Don’t want any of ‘em to bite your head off.” Grace comments as she wanders past, gesturing her head towards the cabin.

“Yeah. I’ll be careful.” Robbie says as he knocks against the door. Tanya opens it, her eyebrows raising.

“Oh, hi! I didn’t expect anyone to come by.” She says.

“Yeah, I was just checking on you to make sure you’re okay and not leaving.” Robbie tells her, “I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced, either, I’m Robbie. Mind if I come in?” He asks.

“Oh, sure! It’s a bit messy but…” She moves for him to enter, which he does. He spots Carlos sitting at the small table in the kitchen and Nancy lying on the couch. Tanya clears her throat to get the attention of the two sitting in sight. Carlos raises his head.

“Hello!” He exclaims, standing up. “Sorry, for Darryn and Melissa, for earlier.” He immediantly says.

“It’s fine.” Robbie says, shaking his head.

“We don’t have any intentions to leave.” Carlos tells him, Robbie nods, smiling.

“I’m glad. You could be useful here.” Robbie tells him.

“Good, we’re happy to be here.”

“Where are they, anyways? Darryn and Melissa?” Robbie asks.

“In the bedroom. It would probably be best not to disturb them.” Carlos says quietly. Robbie raises an eyebrow, shook.

Grace walks until she reaches Sabrina, who lingers at the front gate. She snekas behind her and quickly clamps her hands down on Sabrina’s shoulder. Sabrina practically lets out a loud scream, shaking slightly as she turns.

“Hey, don’t do that!”

“Me and you, tonight, let’s play jenga.” Grace tells her, poking her sister lightly in the chest.

“Where did you find Jenga?” Sabrina asks, shoving her hands into her pockets rather awkwardly.

“In Mika’s bedroom. I thought maybe we could play and maybe Jessica could join us with the kids?”

“Mmm, maybe. Sure.” Sabrina shrugs, Grace rolls her eyes.

“It’s just one game of Jenga, Sabby.”

“It’s a two player game?!” Sabrina yells jokingly, reaching her hand over while it’s still tucked into her jacket pocket, hitting Grace slightly with it.

“Okay, whatever! I’ll make a makeshift twister mat or something.” She shrugs, smiling.

#fic #original fic #zombie #apocalyptic fiction #apocalyptic fic #zombie fic #fiction #original #dead weight #horror

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angeldustart-blog · 7 years

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Sup guys silent madness here I’m at work at the moment taking a break after working like a dog in fact the entirety of last week I was working myself like an animal in order to make more money to get this laptop I saw in best buy so I can start drawing digitally I already have a good art tablet now all I need is that labtop and some good drawing software like Photoshop or manga studio after that I should be all set up looking back a few years from now I never thought or dreamed that I would have a desire to draw digitally since I was pretty used to drawing the old fashion way with pen, pencil and paper I also believed drawing digitally would be costly and complex until about last year I discovered the concept of believing in yourself once I started to believe in myself a whole world of potential was unlocked for me I won’t go too deep into that today but getting back on topic my earliest interaction with digital art was with an art application I downloaded from the Nintendo eshop called colors 3d it was only 6$ and since I was stil drawing at the time ( not as much as I do now) I decided to get it so I could doddle, play around and maybe do some quick drawings the app itself is really good even though I was no digital art master i was still able to draw on there comfortably I was also able to post all the drawings I did on Facebook and there was even a little community where you could post your art and have people give it a star or a comment or whatever but anyway as I was using the app I said to myself that man this is way more fun then drawing on paper because when your drawing traditionally you gotta erase, you gotta waste time Sharpening your pencils, you gotta worry about smudging your paper, and don’t even get me started with painting. But anyway that’s how I became interested in digital art now I am by no means saying that drawing traditionally is a bad thing because if you compare a digital piece of art to a piece of art drawn traditionally you will notice that the drawing drawn The old fashioned way appears more rich, natural, and authentic then something drawn digitally but anyway don’t want to bore you guys any longer I got some star vs the forces of evil fanart coming out tonight and a few more drawing tommorw so be on the lookout for those and before I go I just want to say that I love sharing my artwork with you guys and having you all like, comment and reblog my work it just motivates me to get better and better each day and push out more work I want to thank all my followers, friends, and the people wgo liked, rebloged, and commented on my work thank you all very much for admiring my work have a wonderful day @jump-around-jumpjump @sb99doodles @studiohotdogprimary @blueberrydesu @kingofmonroeville @roastedstix

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ralcemns · 7 years

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For your babysitter au can you do a scenario where Bakugou has to bring Izuku with him to UA and everyone is competing to be Izuku's favorite via showing off their quirk?