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Did a lil study on my dark urge druid hehe
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Character Story - Kiryu (Junior High Student) [RGGO]
Remember how in Kiwami there’s a Majima Everywhere event where Majima accuses Kiryu of reading sexy magazines outside of M Store and Kiryu just snaps? Well, this may or may not be the backstory to that XD
We don’t have Junior High in our country, so how old is a JH student? 13? 14? Either way, if I were the one in Kiryu’s position, I’m pretty sure I’d be crying the entire time. Kudos to our Dragon Baby for staying strong!
Story: Kiryu enters a bookstore to buy the latest issue of Dragon Ball, and ends up getting accused of stealing a porn magazine and earning a reputation in Kamurocho.
Kazama: “It’s normal for a growing boy to feel these things, Kazuma. You see when a man and a woman love each other very much-”
Kiryu: “AaAaAaAAaaAAaaaAAAaAaaA!!!”
For those who don’t know, the H stands for "hentai" :D
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CHAPTER 1
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|When Kiryu Kazuma was a junior high student . . .|
|On that day, Kiryu was visiting a bookstore.|
[Bookstore]
Bookstore Clerk: “Welcome.”
Kiryu: “Now . . . what to do . . .”
Kiryu: (Today is the release of the latest issue of ‘Dragon Bowling’ . . . but if I buy it now, I’ll be broke for the rest of the month. But I really want to read the new issue . . . hmm, I’m conflicted.)
{The front door opens.}
Bookstore Clerk: “Welcome.”
Bald Guy: “. . .”
Kiryu: (. . . What is with that bald guy? He keeps glaring over here . . . Hm? It looks like I wandered into the erotic books corner . . . Ah, so it wasn’t me he was looking at. This is awkward, there’s only the two of us here. I don’t want to linger here too much . . .)
Kiryu: “Well then, I need to decide if I’m going to buy that book or not. Hmm . . .”
{Bald Guy bumps into Kiryu.}
Bald Guy: “Oops . . . you shouldn’t be standing there, bro, you’re in the way.”
Kiryu: “What . . . ?”
{Bald Guy leaves the store.}
Bookstore Clerk: “Thank you very much.”
Kiryu: “Tch. What’s with that guy? Bumping into someone and not even buying anything. . . . I should just go home for today. If I still have money at the end of the month, then I’ll buy it.”
Bookstore Clerk: “Hey, you . . . can I talk to you for a moment?”
Kiryu: “Hm?”
Bookstore Clerk: “I’m sorry if it’s a misunderstanding. But . . . I want you to show me the inside of your bag.”
Kiryu: “My bag . . . ? Why?”
Bookstore Clerk: “One of the adult books on the shelf is gone. If it’s a misunderstanding, I apologize in advance. But for the time being, please allow me to check.”
Kiryu: “. . . You’re saying I shoplifted? That’s absurd. If you want to look in my bag, fine.”
{Kiryu unzips his bag.}
Kiryu: “As you can see . . . hn?!”
Kiryu: (‘Erotic Volcano Summer Special Issue’?! What is this doing in my bag . . . ?!)
Bookstore Clerk: “Th-This is . . . the lost H book!! There’s no doubt, the mystery is solved! You . . . shoplifter! Come here, I’m calling the police!”
Kiryu: “W-Wait! I didn’t shoplift! This . . . this is a mistake!”
Bookstore Clerk: “Oh you made a mistake and somehow this H book just fell into your bag without your permission?”
Kiryu: “Th-That’s . . .”
Bookstore Clerk: “Now come with me . . .”
Kiryu: “Please wait. Here, you can have my student ID. I can’t run away or hide. So please give me some time . . . I will definitely find the true criminal who framed me.”
{Kiryu runs off.}
Bookstore Clerk: “Ah! Wait!!”
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[Nakamichi Alley]
Kiryu: “Haa . . . haa . . . I can’t find him at all . . . Where did that man go? I have to clear this misunderstanding with the clerk as soon as possible . . .”
Giant Man: “. . . Are you Kiryu Kazuma?”
Kiryu: “? . . . and if I am?”
Giant Man: “Apparently it’s true . . . but even if you’re a kid, I can’t forgive you. I’ll punish you!!”
Kiryu: “Tch. I’m in a hurry!”
{Kiryu defeats the Giant Man.}
Giant Man: “F-Fuck! To lose to a shoplifter of erotic books . . .”
Kiryu: “What?!”
Giant Man: “Because of you, Muramura Bookstore is closed . . . The store had the best assortment of erotic books!”
Kiryu: “W-Wait a minute . . . you think I’m a shoplifter?”
Giant Man: “You can’t hide your lechery by playing dumb! You’re absolutely unforgivable!”
Kiryu: “Wait! . . . Damn it, he’s gone. What does he mean? Why does that guy think I’m a shoplifter?”
City Man: “I thought he was a good kid, but that Kiryu-kun shoplifts H books.”
Kiryu: “?!”
City Woman: “Hey kid, shoplifting isn’t cute. If you want to know about H things, I can teach you.”
Kiryu: “?!”
Kiryu: “N-No way . . . does this mean the rumors of me shoplifting are spreading through the city? Only that bald guy could have done this, but why . . . ?!”
Kazama: “Kazuma . . .”
Kiryu: “O-Oyassan! What are you doing here?”
Kazama: “. . .”
Kiryu: “. . . ?”
Kazama: “. . . Ah, I’m sorry . . . I shouldn’t have thought that you’d stay a child forever. You’re going through puberty.”
Kiryu: “. . . Eh?”
Kazama: ‘I was like that too when I was your age. It’s not bad to be interested in such things.”
Kiryu: “Oyassan? What are you . . . D-Don’t tell me it reached even your ears!! O-Oyassan! It’s all a misunderstanding!!”
Kazama: “I know the kind of person you are. But are you saying the shoplifting is a misunderstanding?”
Kiryu: “Eh? Y-Yes! That’s right! I was screwed over . . . !”
Kiryu: (It’s Oyassan after all! He knows me better than anyone else . . .)
Kazama: “. . . Most of the time, such rumors are started even if you’re just browsing.”
Kiryu: “?!”
Kazama: “Next time, read it in a place where no one will find you. A man has to keep up appearances, after all.”
Kiryu: “O-Oyassan! I-It’s not like that!”
Kazama: “it’s alright . . . I know you want to hide your interests. But there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Kiryu: “No . . . that’s not . . .”
Kazama: “Don’t worry. I asked the guy who told me this not to tell anyone else. . . . Oh, sorry. I was on my way to Patriarch Dojima. Let’s discuss this more later. Kazuma, I know you’re anxious, but you can always rely on me.”
{Kazama leaves Kiryu alone.}
Kiryu: “O-Oyassan . . . ! Th-This is the worst . . . Damn it, I have to find that bald guy and prove my innocence before the rumors spread even further . . . !”
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CHAPTER 2
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[Nakamichi Street]
Kiryu: “Haa . . . haa . . . That bald guy . . . I can’t find him at all.”
Mister: “Hey, isn’t that the boy who shoplifts H books? Haha, say . . . are you okay?”
Kiryu: “?!”
Young Woman: “You get withdrawal symptoms if you can’t steal H books, right? That’s scary.”
Kiryu: “?!”
Mister: “He has a bed made of H books at his house, and he can’t sleep without them . . . That’s abnormal.”
Kiryu: “?!”
Kiryu: “Oi! Wait a moment! I’m not a shoplifter! And-“
Mister: “Hiii! Did you get even more excited when we mentioned H books?! D-Don’t attack us!”
Young Woman: “Hiii! Don’t come any closer!”
{The two run away.}
Kiryu: “O-Oi! Wait . . . ! Damn it. Why are the shoplifting rumors so widespread . . . is it the work of that bald guy? And why are the rumors escalating? At this rate, I’m going to end up sounding terribly perverted . . . I need to prove my innocence quickly. But where on earth can I find that man?”
Nishikiyama: “Kiryu! Haa . . . haa . . . I finally found you.”
Kiryu: “Nishiki . . . ! What is it?”
Nishikiyama: “Haa . . . haa . . . you . . . I heard you shoplifted erotic books and got thrown into prison . . .”
Kiryu: “I’m in prison?!”
Nishikiyama: “Yeah, you’re an addict who shoplifts erotic books . . . many erotic bookstores have shut down from your erotic book shoplifting. Now that they’ve caught you, you can’t escape imprisonment.”
Kiryu: “That’s not true! It’s all a rumor.”
Nishikiyama: “. . . Rumor? So it’s not true?”
Kiryu: “It’s a lie. It’s all a lie.”
Nishikiyama: “. . . So it’s not true that you’ve shoplifted so many erotic books and became so addicted to shoplifting that you can’t sleep anymore?”
Kiryu: “Yeah . . . it’s a lie.”
Nishikiyama: “Haa . . . well, it was a good one. That little liar.”
Kiryu: “Little?”
Nishikiyama: “Yeah, there was a little old man telling passersby about it. So I thought you were in a pinch . . .”
Kiryu: “Why is the man spreading such a lie . . . Where was he?”
Nishikiyama: “Suppon Street. I just heard it a while ago, so he’s probably still there.”
Kiryu: “Damn him!”
{Kiryu runs off.}
Nishikiyama: “Oi! Kiryu, wait!”
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[Suppon Street]
Petite Man: “So now, that Kiryu guy is . . . hm?”
Kiryu: “Hey, can you tell me the story of that Kiryu guy?”
Petite Man: “Oh, good. That Kiryu Kazuma is a shoplifter specializing in H books. It’s outrageous. Countless shops have been crushed by his shoplifting, the total amount of damage incurred is more than 10 million yen. Did you hear that Muramura Bookstore and Sukehira Land shut down recently? That was Kiryu’s work.”
Kiryu: “Huh . . . what an outrageous guy . . . So, where did you hear that big lie?”
Petite Man: “. . . Big lie? What do you know.”
Kiryu: “I know more than you. Because that Kiryu Kazuma is me.”
Petite Man: “?!”
{The man tries to run, but bumps into Nishiki.}
Nishikiyama: “Oops, can’t let you escape.”
Petite Man: “L-Let me go!”
Kiryu: “We’ll let you go. If you tell us why you’re spreading such a lie.”
Petite Man: “Gck . . . I’ll kill you!”
{Kiryu and Nishiki beat the guy up.}
Petite Man: “H-Hiii! S-Sorry! I’ll tell you anything! Please forgive me!”
Kiryu: “Then tell me . . . who are you?”
Petite Man: “I’m . . . Ken . . . I’m a thief . . . there’s two of us working together.”
Kiryu: “Thieves? Why’s a guy like you spreading lies about me?”
Ken: “M-My aniki asked me to . . .”
Kiryu: “Aniki?”
Ken: “He’s the boss of our little group. My aniki is a master a shoplifting, known as the Miraculous Tatsu. . . . He’s the one who slipped that H book in your bag.”
Kiryu: “What?! Is that the guy with the shaved head?!”
Ken: “He wears a jumper, has a beard . . . has a lot of exposed skin on his head, yeah.”
Kiryu: “So it is him . . . Then why is he framing me and telling lies?”
Ken: “He said he had a grudge against Kiryu-san because he lost a fight to him once . . . That’s why he framed you as a shoplifter of H books and pinned his crime of making bookstores shut down on you.”
Nishikiyama: “What a guy.”
Kiryu: “What kind of person is that aniki of yours? Where is he now?”
Ken: “When he contacted me earlier, he said he was shoplifting back at that bookstore where you got accused.”
Kiryu: “. . . Alright. Then I’ll go to the bookstore. Follow me. I want you as my witness.”
Ken: “Y-Yes sir . . .”
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CHAPTER 3
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Bookstore Clerk: “. . .”
Bald Guy: (Oh? A new erotic book is out. Should I take 10 when the clerk takes his eyes off me? Kuku, how unfortunate for him that Miraculous Tatsu is here. I’ll keep shoplifting until the store shuts down.)
Kiryu: “I found him. The Miraculous Tatsu.”
Ken: “Aniki . . . I’m sorry . . .”
Miraculous Tatsu: “. . . Hm? . . .Kiryu . . . and . . . Ken?!”
Bookstore Clerk: “Hm? Ah, you shoplifter!! I won’t let you run this time!”
Kiryu: “Wait, Mr. Clerk. I’m not the shoplifter. That bald guy is the one who put the book in my bag and framed me.”
Bookstore Clerk: “Eh?!”
Miraculous Tatsu: “. . . I don’t know what he’s talking about. Can you stop imposing your sins on others?”
Kiryu: “There’s no use trying to squeeze your way out of this. Your subordinate has ratted you out already. Right?”
Ken: “Y-Yes . . . my aniki framed Kiryu for the shoplifting . . .”
Miraculous Tatsu: “. . . tch.”
Bookstore Clerk: “Wh-what! So it was you!”
Miraculous Tatsu: “. . . I don’t know that guy. Kiryu just brought him up as a false witness.”
Bookstore Clerk: “What was that . . . is that right?! Boy!”
Kiryu: “Don’t be stupid. That guy’s the criminal!”
Bookstore Clerk: “Wh-Which one is telling the truth . . .”
Miraculous Tatsu: “Mr. Clerk. Are you going to listen to a shoplifter? Isn’t this guy the villain who’s been getting bookstores shut down?”
Kiryu: “?!”
Miraculous Tatsu: “If you don’t make up your mind quickly, your store will be destroyed.”
Bookstore Clerk: “I-I won’t forgive you! I’ll protect this bookstore! This time I’m not letting you go, I’m calling the police!”
Kiryu: “Fuck . . .”
Miraculous Tatsu: “Hehe . . . give it up, Kiryu. You’ll forever be known as the pervert who steals erotic books.”
Kiryu: “I’m . . . not a shoplifter . . . or a pervert . . . !”
Miraculous Tatsu: “Heh, shoplifting ‘Erotic Volcano Summer Special Issue’, you don’t have an excuse.”
Kiryu: “. . . wait. You . . . why do you know the name of the book?”
Miraculous Tatsu: “. . . Ah?!”
Bookstore Clerk: “?!”
Kiryu: “The ones who know the title should only be me and the clerk here.”
Bookstore Clerk: “Surely you have an explanation, customer. Why do you know the title?”
Miraculous Tatsu: “Th-That is . . .”
Kiryu: “If you can’t say it, I’ll answer. There’s only one reason . . . because you’re the one who put it in my bag.”
Miraculous Tatsu: “Fuck . . .”
Bookstore Clerk: “Customer. Do you have anything else to say in your defense?”
Miraculous Tatsu: “Tch!”
Kiryu: “You can’t escape.”
Miraculous Tatsu: “That’s it! I’ll kill you!”
Kiryu: “If you can do it, then go ahead. On behalf of all the bookstores you put out of business . . . I’ll crush you again!!”
{Kiryu defeats the guy.}
Miraculous Tatsu: “Hiii! Please forgive me! I’ll confess to everything! I-I’ll admit I did it!!!! So please stop!!!!”
Kiryu: “. . . so that’s it then. Mr. Clerk, please handle this guy and the other one.”
Ken: “Hiii . . . “
Bookstore Clerk: “Y-Yeah. I’ll take care for them and hand them over to the police. And . . . thank you. Because of you, I’ve finally caught the real shoplifter. I’m sorry I suspected you of shoplifting H books.”
Kiryu: “. . . You just did your job. You don’t need to apologize.”
Bookstore Clerk: “But . . . there’s rumors about you in the city, right? That you stole H books . . .”
Kiryu: “. . .”
Bookstore Clerk: “I’m sorry about that. I’ll take full responsibility for the rumors. If I spread word that you were framed, the rumors should disappear in a few days.”
Kiryu: “Really?”
Bookstore Clerk: “Yeah. I know a rumor-loving Aunt who lives in a radio tower in Kamurocho. I’m sure the rumors will be managed.”
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Kiryu: “. . . Phew. The rumors are likely to settle down now with this.”
Nishikiyama: “Kiryu! How was it?”
Kiryu: “Nishiki . . . things should be fine. I caught the criminal and cleared up my name.”
Nishikiyama: “Hehe, I’m glad. Well, even if you were accused of shoplifting erotic books, you have to admit it was funny.”
Kiryu: “. . . I’m not laughing.”
Nishikiyama: “Well, anyway, at least the case is settled.”
Giant Man: “Oh! You! I finally found you!”
Kiryu: “! You . . . we met earlier . . . I’m not a shoplifter.”
Giant Man: “Hehe, yeah it was a mistake. I heard it was all a lie. Sorry you got framed.”
Kiryu: “Really . . . ? Then what’s this about?”
Giant Man: “Did you get it? Did you buy ‘Erotic Volcano Summer Special Issue’? Even if you’re young, I want to discuss it with you!”
Kiryu: “. . .”
Nishikiyama: “This . . . the rumors aren’t going to disappear any time soon, huh . . .”
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The Joker x Reader - “Ghost Driver” Part 2
When The Joker says you’re his, it means you’re essential to him because he needs your services for his own gain; it literally has zero affectionate connotations. Turbo is The King’s Ghost Driver and although she’s a legend, her life is far from perfect.
Part 1
Four Days Afterwards, 7:47pm
“Good evening, madam. I am tonight’s entertainment,” Frost blurs out as soon as you open the door and instantly regrets his pun. “Sorry, that was stupid to say,” he apologizes.
The reason why you look puzzled is not his joke, but another motive: you never saw Jonny wearing anything else besides a suit or military gear; the fact that he’s standing in front of you wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt is quite intriguing.
“Hi,” you move aside so he can come in.
“Did I wake you up?”
“I fell asleep watching a movie,” Y/N smiles at his comfortable attire. “No big deal. Did Mister Joker send you?” the subtle question indicates you want to find out the reason for his visit.
“No... I was just thinking… maybe we could… and it’s entirely up to you, no pressure… maybe you would want to go and watch the fireworks with me. I have food and sleeping bags, plus an ice chest with drinks in my truck.”
You seem confused.
“Mmmm, you know what? Forget about it. That was completely idiotic to suggest,” Frost realizes that asking a freshly divorced woman to get out of the house after she was kidnapped and starved into her ex’s basement only four days ago it’s not the most brilliant idea he ever had.
“You had me at food and fireworks,” you wink at his insecurity. “The drinks sealed the deal. I’m confused on one detail: do I have to change or can I come in my PJ’s?”
“PJ’s are perfect.”
“Awesome!” you grab the keys from the coffee table. “Where exactly are we heading?”
“Fire Creek Hill, it’s one of the best spots to enjoy the view,” Jonny replies.
“Isn’t that closed to the general public?” Y/N inquires and his logic makes you laugh while exchanging your socks for flip-flops.
“I doubt we’re considered the general public. I had to pull some strings though,” he admits, overjoyed you actually agreed to accompany him.
Not that he shows it in any other way besides the invitation he barely mustered the courage to extend towards The Joker’s Ghost Driver.
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9:03pm
“Oh, it’s starting!” you excitedly nibble on your Alfredo pasta.
The first fireworks bloom in the distance and Frost opens the cooler, pointing out the goodies he salvaged from the liquor store.
“Pick your poison: we have a bottle of premixed margarita, wine, whiskey, tequila and…,” he fumbles around,”…try to contain yourself: water!”
“You definitely bought some of my favorites , including the food. How did you guess?” the bubbly Y/N smiles.
“I pay attention,” Jonny mentions. “So what’s gonna be?”
“Margarita please,” you hold the plastic cup and can’t help snickering as he pours the liquid.
“What?” he suspiciously bites on his cheek.
“Nothing really… I was imagining you without the beard,” you decide not to keep it a secret.
“Damn!” Frost snorts. “I had it for years; didn’t consider shaving because our employer would freak out. Stop giggling, it’s not funny! He totally would!” Jonny elbows you.
“I bet you have a baby face underneath all that facial hair; if you shave I can promise a new nickname will arise: Baby- Face Frost.”
“Shut up!” he chuckles at your quirky proposal. “Yet I can’t deny it has a certain ring to it.”
“See what I mean? It might work!... Oh my God, that’s a huge one!” you gasp, distracted by the sparkling night sky. “What are they celebrating? 150 years since this piece of crap town was founded?”
“Apparently,” Jonny sighs and watches Y/N bundle up in the sleeping bag.
“Thank you for the feast,” your tone changes to a serious one. “I didn’t have this much fun in the back of a truck in a long time. Go ahead, laugh!” you pout at his reaction. “I’m aware how it sounds like; I didn’t mean it that way!!!”
“Still funny as hell!” Jonny is getting a kick out of the conversation.
“Psst! Hey, Casanova!” The Joker’s mop of green hair pop up from behind the car’s high railing.
“Mister Joker!” you get startled by his unexpected presence.
“Boss, what are you doing here?” Frost utters in disbelief.
“Why aren’t you answering your phone, huh?” J ignores his henchman’s inquiry.
“It’s in the glove compartment, sir. I’m enjoying the…”
“Pardon me for interrupting your date,” The King of Gotham huffs.
“We’re not on a date,” the attempted explanation gets cut short.
“Sell it to whoever wants to buy it,” The Joker growls at Jonny’s words. “I had to follow the signal from your cell and trace your location; what a marvelous bonus to find my Turbo also!”
The eerie grin makes you finally speak up:
“Do you need help with anything Mister J?”
“Do I?” he plays dumb. “Probably.”
Why does he have to ruin the night? Frost reflects, annoyed.
Nobody knows, but if he could spend ages in your company, he believes it would be an eternity well spent.
And The Joker had to ruin it.
Goddammit!
“Can you patch me up?” J takes of his jacket, revealing a blood stained shirt.
“What happened?” you and Jonny jump off the vehicle.
“I got myself in a little bit of a situation,” he grumbles. “It’s a clean wound; the bullet came out on the other side.”
“We should take you to the doctor, boos; you need stitches!”
“Thanks for your concern, Doctor Frost,” The Joker sassily remarks. “I’ll go in the morning. I have more important matters to take care of tonight.”
You peel off his garment and assess the damage; he can’t hold it in:
“I bet you wanted to do this after I texted you my nudes, huh?”
You have to admit he caught you by surprise with his statement and the best solution in this situation is to cooperate:
“Been dreaming about it quite often.”
“Ha! I knew it!” The Clown cracks up. “Were you dreaming about it during your date?” he teases more.
“We’re not on a date,” you frown at the blood gushing from his wound.
“Interesting,” J expands on the subject. “At least you two have one thing in common: you’re both delusional.”
Frost rolls his eyes without J noticing and you signal him:
“Can I please get the whiskey? I need to disinfect this.”
“You have whiskey on your date?! Excuse me, non-date,” his majesty’s obnoxious temper emerges again.
You don’t engage for the moment, just open the bottle that Jonny gave you and splash a generous amount on the laceration.
“Jesus Christ!!!” The King shouts. “Be gentle woman, I’m fragile!!!”
“Sorry Mister J,” you mutter and Frost is certainly approving your tiny revenge scheme. “Can you please turn on the lights on your car? It’s getting dark and I can’t see what I’m doing,” you address The Joker’s sidekick. “Do you have a first aid kit in your vehicle Mister J?” you gesture towards his SUV parked a few feet away.
“I should,” a demented smirk flourished on his lips. “In the trunk!”
“Take a seat in the grass Mister J; I’ll go get it,” you urge the patient.
“Boss, are you sure you don’t want me to take you to the doctor?” Frost offers and instead of obliging your request, J pursues your steps because he doesn’t want to miss Turbo’s reaction.
“It’s fine, I’ll survive until morning time.”
You lift the trunk and gasp, stunned: your stellar ex-husband is tied up in there, duct tape over his mouth, clearly enjoying the repercussions of a confrontation due to bruises you can discern at a first glance.
“Oops, forgot about him,” The Clown yawns, bored.
Adam starts wiggling and mumbling whilst you can’t react.
“The fucker shot me!” your employer hisses. “Had the nerve to try killing me when he’s the one sleeping with MY girlfriend!”
“What’s the plan, sir?” Jonny intervenes, worried at your stunned attitude.
“The plan is simple: since Y/N is intimately acquainted with our guest, I’m willing to work out a deal. I don’t wanna to be accused of not listening to my associates.”
Adam keeps struggling and you finally reach and remove the duct tape.
“Honey, honey please!” he immediately rambles on, panicked. “You know I was joking about your weight, right? You don’t have to lose a few pounds! I admit locking you up in the basement was a huge mistake, ok? OK…? I’m sorry! I swear I’ll never cheat on you in the future. We can work things out, can’t we?” a glimmer of hope alleviates the somber perspective of his imminent demise once you begin searching his pockets.
He has the false impression you’ll untie him when in the matter of fact you are hunting down for his house keys so you can reclaim all the items you bribed him with when he signed the divorce papers.
Bingo! Treasure attained.
“So do you know him or not?” The Joker taps his fingers on the cold metal of his gun.
You take a deep breath, place the duct tape on Adam’s lips and sneer:
“I never saw this asshole in my life!”
“The lady has spoken!” J slams the trunk, unnerved. “Frost, you can go home; Y/N will take me to the warehouse on 8th street: she can borrow a car from there and split. I’ll send someone in the morning to bring it back.”
“Boss, we can leave your SUV here and I can drive you both…”
“DID I STUTTER?” The Clown growls, unhappy with Jonny’s shenanigans.
“No sir.”
“Mister J,” you distract his menacing temper. “Do you want me to bandage your injury now?”
“Nah, you can do it at the warehouse.”
More fireworks illuminate the skies and none in the small group is watching them anymore: the show is over for everyone involved.
You wave at Frost and hop in The Joker’s car as he positions himself in the passenger’s seat; you can tell something is off, besides the obvious of course.
If you’d have to speculate, you would say that his behavior is of a man who wasn’t hurt just physically, but on a different level he doesn’t understand yet: J went after your ex-husband alone when he doesn’t take unnecessary risks; enough proof to indicate he loved Ella and sought revenge for her betrayal without any of his team’s help.
You wonder what he did to the woman: did he kill her? Or worse?... You won’t dig to find out regardless.
The truth is you are The Joker’s Turbo and the statement works in reverse too: he is your Joker who undeniably needs cheering.
And you always deliver. That’s why you’re his.
That’s why you appreciate he made an effort to compromise on Adam’s predicament even if he didn’t mean it.
You steadily drive on the trail until you arrive to the main road, then suddenly accelerate with a specific purpose in mind. You take a sharp turn on Morrison Avenue, already at 100 miles per hour.
“What are you doing?” J bitterly enunciates.
“Why am I your Ghost Driver Mister Joker?” you reply with a question.
“Nobody can catch up with you.”
“Yup, the car to catch up with me hasn’t been assembled. Here they are, Gotham’s finest!” Y/N boasts at the lights glistening behind. “They always have a nightly patrol on Morrison Avenue ready to catch law un-abiding citizens,” you exclaim and J’s smirk widens at your proposition. “What do you say we make them work for their donuts, hm?”
“That’s my girl!” The King gives his blessing while Turbo speeds up the street in a frenzy.
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11:58 pm
You barely returned to you apartment after the random factors which cut your rendezvous short when the cell chimes: a message from Frost.
“Did you make it home safe?”
“Yes,” you text.
“I’ve been busy. Wait, I’ll send you a picture.”
Downloading picture…
“Holy… shit!!!!!” you yell at your phone because the image depicts a portrait of a freshly shaved Jonny Frost.
“Do you like it?” the sentence appears on the screen concomitant with a knock at the main entrance.
“Who is it?” you drag your feet on the carpet.
“Me.”
As soon as you are standing in front of him, Frost hides his nervousness the best way he can; and he’s not a nervous individual per se.
“I thought you might want to take a closer look…,” he enters the hallway and you slowly lock the door behind him.
You don’t say anything, just touch his face and he pecks your wrist, confessing a secret he kept bottled up for years:
“Do you know I’ve been in love with you from the first second I saw you?”
Y/N doesn’t have to calculate in order to whisper:
“That’s a long time.”
“What’s the verdict?...“ Jonny insists. “You approve the change?”
“Yes,” you kiss him and he holds you tighter, thinking that if he could spend ages in your arms, it would be an eternity well spent.
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Self Insert Handplates Bittybones Story- ACT FOUR- Troubling Would be an Understatement
Your POV-
You ran down the hall, practically jittering with excitement. You opened the door to your guest bedroom a bit and whispered, "Guys? I have someone I want you to meet." Two small heads perked up at your voice.
You gave them a smile and 2-P smiled back, "HELLO Y/N! WHO IS THIS PERSON?"
"Uh, he hasn't given me his name yet. He has, like, a crack running down his face. A lab coat. Other stuff." Alright, you didn't really like the reaction they gave you at the 'lab coat' description.
They both tensed, and 2-P spoke, "DO WE UH, HAVE TO MEET HIM?"
"Well, no, but he IS gonna be staying here for a while. Like, a LONG while, but no, you don't." You heard a sigh of relief come from the boys and you trecked down the hall in disappointment. Turning the corner, you leaned against the wall of the kitchen. "Uh, well, they're a little shy right now, so no meet up. But, for now, why don't you rest a bit. Don't think I don't see those bags under your eyesockets, mister." You wagged your fingers in a playful motion, causing the skeleton to roll his eyes.
He got up and looked over the counter, "Uh, I can't get down."
"Oh, shit, sorry dude. Do you want me to carry you there or...?"
He gave a slight nod and you scooped him up in your hands. Passing the guest bedroom, you turned and stepped foot into your room. Placing him on your bed, you gave a small 'huff,' "Make yourself at home, dude! I'll be in my office if you need me. Have a good nap, little dude!"
Gaster's POV-
Gaster curled up the best he could with the ache in his nonexistent stomach. Why... why was this human so nice to him!? All of the other humans were absolute garbage to him, even before he was small! Speaking of which, why was he even small in the first place? What happened to him and the subjects? All he remembers before was him staring at the camera in the bo- subject's cell.
...
....
.....
White, everything was white. He was big again, staring at what seen like an endless white void. It, in fact, WAS an endless, white void. He walked, and he walked, and he walked until he couldn't anymore. Collapsing to the ground, he sighed. There really was no end to this void, was there? This was what he deserved, in a way. He had done terrible things, to CHILDREN, no less. No... it was for the good of the underground. He said he was going to get them all out of there and he MEANT IT. All he was was a mistake. No one cares about him... no one... no on-
"Hello?"
What appeared in front of him was a human. ANOTHER human. She wore round glasses and a red scarf with a tear around her neck. She had what appeared to be a scar on her left cheek, with a blue hoodie and grey sweat pants to go along with it. She was barefoot and appeared to be a child. He gained the courage and spoke, "W-Where am I, human?"
"You're, uh, in the anti void. You're kinda dreaming right now. Still with that other human, small, and asleep."
She reached her hand out, but he slapped it away, "I can get up on my own."
"I... okay, I guess."
Gaster got up and dusted himself off, eyeing the human as he did so. Now, with regained stamina, he started walking again, with the human behind him. "Why are you following me, human?"
"To make sure you don't get lost!" She gave him a smile, but he scoffed at it. What did she want? All humans want SOMETHING from monsters, that was how it always was and always will be with the two races.
"What are your motives?"
The human tilted her head, then smirked, "Not gonna ask me my name first?" Gaster kept glaring, and she giggled, "I'm just teasing, all in good fun. I don't have motives, and my name is Twiggy, by the way. You can call me Twigs, though." She held out her hand, and he reluctantly took it.
"All humans have motives, you MUST have something you must want from me."
She shrugged, "No, but a certain someone wanted me to say he missed you. He wishes to see you again, you know."
Gaster narrowed his eyesockets at her, "Who are you talking about?"
Twiggy tapped her chin a few times, "He really big, and goopy. Has a skull face and a whole bunch of bones sprawled over him. Ring a bell to ya?"
Gaster's face drained, more so than he ever thought possible, "How do you know him?"
Again, Twiggy just shrugged it off like it was no big deal, "Spooked me by nipping the back of my shirt. Told me to tell you that, nudged me, and left."
He nodded, trying to wrap his skull around that sudden information.
"Oh! Also, there's someone I would like you to meet. Follow me." She motioned for him to follow and he did. The anti void seemed to get darker and darker until it was just a void. A white, sitting figure sat, head to the floor.
The figure turned and spoke, "Twigs, is that you?"
Twiggy ran over to them and gave them a hug, "Swap! I want to meet someone!"
"I don't know this place like you do, but I'm PRETTY sure that there's no one... out... there." 'Swap' stared at Gaster for a solid minute, then put her hands around her mouth, "Oh my goodness, your from the original Handplates universe." Swap got up and ran over to Gaster and put her hands on his shoulders, causing him to tense. "I have a friend that lives there. Do you know Maple? Well, if so, I'm kinda an alternate version of her. Oh goodness, I'm rambling again. Sorry about that, I've just never been to the original universe before. I'm Swap, if you... already hadn't known that." She put her hand out and Gaster took it.
Gaster sighed, "So you're a version of Maple? You... kind of look like me though."
"I'm kind of you AND Maple. I'm from SwapPlates. Everyone's roles are swapped. For example, Alphys is captain of the royal guard instead of Undyne, and I'm swapped with you! The only people who aren't swapped are the brothers. I... created them in my AU, but I didn't DO anything to them. It's kinda a MercyPlates situation. I have a wife, her name is Insanity. She's from DustPlates, has a high LV. See?" She showed her hand to reveal a blue and orange ring with tiny bones carved into it. "She had it made to represent Sans and Papyrus, or 1-S and 2-P in your case, isn't that thoughtful? She also got me this." Gaster let out a small gasp as she showed the subjects handplates. It looked to be 1-S and 2-P's handplates, half of each, put together to form one. It now read WDG-1P.
"How did you-"
"Insanity gave it to me for my birthday last year, won't tell me how she made it or got it. Do you know?"
Gaster shook his head. He was lying, of course, he knew exactly how this Insanity person got it. The only way she could have got it was killing... the brothers... he didn't want to think about that right now.
Swap's voice shattered his train of thought, "Are you okay? You don't seem to be handling this very well."
"I... am just not used to the lack of color, that is all." He looked at Swap, "Why are you two even here?"
"I go here to smoke, but Twiggy just goes here to relax. Queen Toriel would be pretty mad if she found out I was smoking, heh."
He looked at the black floor, then had a thought, "Is there a way that you two can make me big again?"
Swap pondered for a bit, then perked up and smiled, "Yea, I think so, but I need someone to help. Follow me!" He followed her through what seemed like an endless loop. Black, white, black, white, it just kept going. During a white transition, however, he saw a familiar figure laying down, supposedly asleep. He backed up on impulse and Swap turned to look at him, "Are you ok?" He shut his eyes and nodded. She smiled, "He not gonna hurt you," she pointed to herself, "Not on my watch!" She walked over to the sleeping figure and lightly shook his skull, "Void, wake up, I need a favor." Void grumbled and nudged his head on her cleavage. Swap pushed him away, "Stop that and get up already."
"Alright, alright," Void sighed, "What is it Swap?" Before she could answer, however, Void had caught sight of Gaster. Gaster tensed more and more until he was eye level with the figure, "My oh my, what do we have here? Docter WD Gaster, in the void? Fall into the CORE already, huh?"
Swap put her hands in front of Void, "No, he has not. He was shrunk and placed in a different universe by Author-Chan and we need you to change him back."
Void smiled, like a sadistic freak, "That... can be arranged..."
Author-Chan is me for you confused peeps.
A cliffhanger! Never thought I'd do one of those. Just a hint though, none of this will be NSFW! I don't swing that way when I write fanfics, so don't expect anything like that. Expect warnings, though. Warnings like self-harm, depression, stuff like that. Oops, did I give another hint about MC? My bad! Enjoy guys! :)
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BNHA AU Ideas: Power Transfer
Also on AO3!
TL;DR:
One for all is a power that has been passed down for generations. Turns out the most recent generation can afford to be a whole lot more liberal with his sharing. Also turns out sharing quirks runs in the family.
An AU where Izuku can share OFA full cowling with multiple people at once.
shared power ofa,
izuku giving aizawa 5% of one for all durring the usj or izuku giving toshinori 99% of OFA durring the last fight
cause consider the world never finding out about small might, all might retires but izuku knows
the rescue team all having the max amount of ofa they can use, which is around 2% each, cause a lil sparking team of heroes
izuku using kirishima to give bakugo some too n them using it to get away
izuku having two quirks is my favourite goddamn thing bc him being able to share his quirk but not having anything to share is great
he gives bits to allmight, like a constant 1% so he can teach classes and do press stuff
some rando wants to do an "all might" where is he now segment and it spans a good few months so izuku is continuously in the background just
conspiracy theory starts that izuku is a villain or allmights son
a villain and all might's son
izuku has no double toe joint but the doc cant find any evidence of a quirk? so he tells them izuku is either quirkless or has an invisible quirk. something subtle, or specific enough to have not activated by now
bakugo kinda,, is chill with izuku. he was waiting for izuku to develop a quirk till he judged him, but he never did so he kinda withheld judgement long enough for them to become decent friends
anyway, izuku likes to ramble about different things his quirk could technically be, bakugo likes to join in. they can go at this for h o u r s cackling about stupid hypotheticals
they workout together, they both do boxing and try out random moves they see on the internet on each other. they have a pile of gym mats in the woods like the weirdos they are
bakugo is like,, convinced izuku's quirk is actually an intellect up but he just shrugs
izuku has to grab something before he heads home so he takes the underpass and we get basically episode 1 from there. all might says no, the villain gets away, attacks Bakugo. izuku runs in, throws dust in the villain's eyes and pulls at bakugo's hands. all might jumps in, saves the day yada yada
some background for u about all might bc his past is a touch different here. during the battle with afo, afo was distracted. all might sustained the same injures but won more easily.
night eye never looks into his future because "my purpose is done, nighteye. let's live like everyone else, no fate of the world on our shoulders" he never looks into all mights future again at his request
they stay together
so instead of the big argument they go get ramen and get drunk because they don't have to be superhuman anymore, they can relax now
back to the main timeline-
so izuku is already fit, cleans the beach in 8 months, nighteye supervises
all might gives izuku the quirk 2 months before the entrance exam, nighteye is there to "oversee" (he wants to see izuku choke on a hair and laugh at this kid hes become pretty fond of)
also mirio! is izuku's bro because i love he
izuku eats the hair and gets the quirk like, instantly which?? is confusing nighteye and all might. nighteye has like,,, hidden behind a car because hes the only person with self-preservation
allmight touches izuku and the lightning climbs up his arm and he just pOofs out into swolmight. hes ShooK, so is izuku
anyway, he manages to turn it off and izuku is just standing there like "oh my god what the fuck"
"izuku,, what,, happened there"
",,,, one for all??? leaked out??? into allmight????"
...
"nighteye come over here."
"izukU nO"
"STAND STILL NIGHTEYE I JUST NEED TO TRY SOMETHING"
nighteye is forcibly given a little of ofa and regrets a lot of stuff
anyway, izuku breaks an arm trying to use ofa and hes muttering trying to work out how to use it, nighteye basically says "well, think back to how ofa came about" and izuku is like ",,, what"
and nighteye screams because TOSHI YOU DIDNT TELL HIM?????? and allmight ",,, o o p s"
so izuku gets to hear the story of all for one while hes being driven to UA for recovery girl hes,,, really quiet for a second
"when did you fight him?"
"six years ago, april?"
",,, this has to be a coincidence"
hisashi went out on a "business trip" 6 years ago and they haven't seen him since. he calls, but hes never visited and izuku has this terrible feeling
because izuku cant calm down and because nighteye thinks this kid might be on to something they call tsukauchi and he agrees to meet them at UA
izuku gets treated, naomasa is in v quickly afterwards before he calls his dad he turns to nighteye, allmight and Naomasa
"i've never been able to lie to my dad. i thought he was just really good at reading me but,,"
"if hes afo he might have a quirk"
"yeah. so i'll just twist the truth. im good at that, but thats all i'll be able to do"
anyway, he calls up his dad and slaps this big grin on his face. the phone is on speaker
"hey dad!!!!" "izuku! is something wrong?"
"oi, cant i call my dad for no reason?"
"you, willingly calling someone? dont make me laugh"
izuku giggles despite himself
"anyway, you'll never guess!!"
"did youuuu,,,, hmmmm, meet all might?"
they freeze but izuku just laughs
"yeah,, but thats not the most exciting thing!!! my quirk came in finally"
"oh?"
"yeah! imagine the worlds most basic power enhancer, but i can share the energy! you have any idea where that could have come from?"
"no! i can't think of anyone in our family with a quirk like that! sounds crazy!"
naomasa looks grin, and mouths "liar"
izuku pales but keeps his smile
"do you think you could visit, id love to show you!! oh, maybe we could test it together! you always had the best ideas for my quirk notes"
"id love to izuku, but im stuck in america for the near future, you know it is. i'll see what i can do tho, ok champ?"
naomasa shakes his head again "lying" izuku looks like hes going to be sick. nighteye is pale, all might looks stunned. izuku grits his teeth but his voice is still light and happy
"i'm gonna make it into UA so you can watch me kick butt from america! you better cheer me on!"
"im looking forward to it. say hi to your mother from me."
naomasa nods. hes telling the truth. that makes nighteye feel the sickest
"love you izuku"
",,, love you too dad"
izuku hangs up the phone and retches into the bin. nighteye is shaking. all might storms out. naomasa punches the wall
izuku looks up with tears in his eyes
",,, does my mum know?"
nighteye wants to cry
"i dont know kid"
izuku tells katuski that his quirk finally came in! but,,, in the worlds biggest mess of a way
basically hes lying in bed, trying to work out why he can't use it without breaking bones but the people he shares it with can, he bolts upright
"POWER MODULATION OH MY GOD"
he runs out his door all the way to bakugos house and climbs in through his window, grabbing a sleeping bakugo by the shoulders
"KACCHAN ITS POWER MODULATION"
"IZuKU whAt tHE fuCK"
"my quirk!!! i was breaking bones because i wasnt modulating it!!!"
",,,,q QUiRK/???/?"
",,,, oh yeah oops"
mitsuki runs in with a frying pan ready to murder a villain but its just izuku
"carry on"
izuku doesnt tell him its ofa but he explains his quirk has finally showed up, bakugo asks him if hes registered it yet
",,,noooooo"
"wait what? you, breaking the law? mister "i cant kill an ant because all might himself will call me a villain""
izuku, w the most shit-eating grin, explains that you only legaly have to register your quirk when it shows up, or after you are tested when you are five, whichever happens first so, legally, he doesnt need to register because it would be seen as voluntary updating
cut to the enterance exam
aizawa is holding the papers for the kids hes observing right then
"quirkless? that kid doesn't look quirkless"
and yagi sighs
"of course he didnt,,,"
"all might? do you know him?"
"NO NO IDEA WHO MID- THAT YOUNG CHILD IS"
",,,, r i g h t"
“aizawa listen i have never seen young midoriya in my life ever”
basically, izuku is hiding the "transfer" part of his power from most people bc hes stubborn and thinks it could be useful
also,,, in this au shinso makes it in on hero points thanks
bakugo is about to rush the 0 pointer but shinso can see its going to fall on him shinsou yells
"HEY FUCK FACE"
"HA-"
"MOVE MOVE MOVE GET OVER HERE BEFORE YOU FUCKING DIE OH MY GOD MOVE I DONT WANT TO SEE SOMEONE DIE TODAY"
shinsou and bakugou are the type of friends that flat out have no love for each other but would punch anyone who says anything bad abt the other. like shinsou walks into school and bakugou s just
“dammit i thought u fucking died smh”
“i wish i did then i wouldn’t have to look at ur ugly ass”
in this au shinso and izuku bond when they are standing outside they door bc izuku looks like hes gonna fucking cry hes so scared and shinsou is like "wow big mood"
shinso is not shinson in this au! bc izuku is gonna do a soft
basically, quirk test? shinsou is s w e a t i n g bakugo looks a little worried for his new friend but no one would notice if they weren’t izuku
shinsou turns to him like "my quirk is mental im going to fa I L"
izuku grabs his hand and he feels this rush of energy, you can almost see it dancing along his skin. izuku grins
"i think you'll find you do just fine"
(izuku gave him like,, less than a full 1% but hes like doubled in strength and speed and hes??? shook?? bc whats happening)
aizawa is lost bc shinso has a mental quirk he shouldnt be doing this well, so he tries to cancel it
nothing happens and aizawa is so lost??? bc shinsou is kinda reedy and not super fit but hes placing solidly in the middle
and he noticing that shinso’s eyes seem to be glowing and so are they eyes of the kid coming in second and gives a big "hm,mmmm"
anyway, ball pitch, he cancels izukus quirk and turns to look at shinso, his eyes are dim. izuku looks sheepish but also like hes ready to throw down and its an interesting look
aizawa just sighs "you know what? just throw the ball."
izuku g r i n s and yeets it into next year using more of his quirk than he like,, really should have? to prove a point (his finger is bruised, not broken. he used 25%)
anyway aizawa shows the results, shinso is in the middle, izuku second, hagakure is last and sadly shes not getting expelled bc plot reasons – im sorry I have a thing against her shes perfectly valid probably im just still convinced shes the traitor even tho its totally a teacher
he calls izuku out on it but does admit he didnt say you couldnt help eachother, so its kind on him. shinso looks like hes going to pass out with relief
Hagekure is the traitor in this au though, 100%
during the camp she is at the pick up zone, hiding. izuku pulls bakugo out of the way, they all seem safe
but
she pushes izuku in through the portal as it closes
fyi afo takes her quirk and leaves her braindead in the nomu factory bc shes not useful anymore. also because now he needs to have a really awkward conversation with his son he was hoping to avoid
also usj? is really melodramatic
he gives aizawa 4% which is the max nighteye could hold without it hurting
aizawa takes a hit from the nomu and he reaches out his hand
izuku cries as he gives him an extra 4% and aizawa gets free but he can see bruises forming with every step his teacher takes
#bnha au#bnha#aizawa shouta#aizawa#eraserhead#midoriya izuku#Izuku#Midoriya#shinsou hitoshi#All Might#yagi toshinori#Nighteye#bakugou katsuki#Class 1A#power transfer au
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Restless Feeling; Brian May x N!Reader
Requested by: Anonymous
Hi love can I request a Bri fanfic pleeeeeeese 😊😊😊 anything really- probably one at Wembley backstage or something 😋😋😋 x
Summary: Even though all members of Queen are excited and restless for the concert, Brian seems to be terrified, and you're determined to make him see he'll be just fine.
Context: This is placed at backstage of Wembley stage on 1986.
Word count: 2.5 K
Warnings: Swearing
A/N: it was a bit hard to figure this one out as I didn't know how to start oops but I’m really happy with how it turned out! so thanks to my main bitch aka @turkey-bacon-for-queen for helping me out with my lack of inspiration kksks also I got the gif from @eternalfreddie 's header, luv u. Also I finished this late at night, so I apologize if there are any mistakes. Hope you enjoy!
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You had always loved the feeling that floated around backstage before a concert. There was always a buzzing energy; a mix of excitedness, restlessness and a hint of nervousness as well.
Queen always emanated light before going out to give the people what they want. No matter the size of the crowd or how important the event was, adrenaline could always be tasted and it never failed to send tingles to the wholeness of your being.
But there was something off that evening and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You tried to dismiss that feeling, telling yourself it wasn’t something important, and you started chatting with Phoebe, who apparently had a hilarious story to tell about how Freddie almost killed him once with a butter knife after he had locked Goliath outside on accident. Eventually the rest of the band gathered aroud to hear the man speak.
“Best thing: he fell while chasing me! He was absolutely shit-faced, I don’t even think he knew why he was angry” he said, his cheeks completely red from holding in his laughter.
“Better watch what you’re saying, darling, or I’ll kick you out with just a snap of my fingers” Freddie said with a hand on his hip and a threatening finger pointing at him, which made the story-teller wheeze so hard he looked like his lungs were going to come out of his mouth. His laughter was so contagious he made all of you crack up again.
The scene was absolutely priceless: Roger had ended up on the floor, rolling around and only shaking, as he was laughing so hard he wasn't making a single noise, John was bent over, with his face on his hands and letting out choked cackles and you were laying on the sofa with your hands holding your stomach, which hurt from laughing so hard, with tears were rolling down your cheeks. Even Freddie was struggling to keep his menacing posture and eventually started giggling uncontrollably. As for Brian...
You sat down with difficulties, now only a couple of chuckles escaping your lips and you blinked a couple times before you squinted and scanned the room.
“Oh” you thought out loud after you gave meaning to the uneasy feeling that had been drilling your head for the whole time.
“Hey, has anyone seen Brian?” you asked, but they all shook their head absentmindedly, still high on laughter.
“20 minutes!” one member of the staff announced and you bit your lip. You had to go find Brian.
You got up and got out of the main dressing room without saying a thing to anyone, knowing they wouldn’t miss you in that moment.
‘Maybe he’s in the bathroom?’ you wondered, starting to walk towards were you believed the restroom was, but all the hallways were so similar that you weren’t sure where you came from or where you were going.
Wembley’s stage was a huge place, full of corridors with dozens of doors each. You started to worry, hoping you’d find him in the little time you had.
Your quick pace slowed down when you heard a faint, familiar strumming, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
You followed the sound, which carried you into one of the rooms, the door open so slightly you probably wouldn't have noticed it was unlocked if you were just walking by.
Your heart fluttered when you peaked your head inside and you saw the curly-haired boy sitting on the sofa that was there, with his guitar on his leg. You wondered how could he possibly play a single string, when he was bouncing his leg up and down like crazy. His brows were furrowed and his lips were pressed into a thin line.
You knocked on the door firmly so he could hear you over the persistent notes, and he jumped, looking towards the door with wide eyes.
When he saw it was you, his features softened and he gave you a small smile, before setting his guitar to the side and scooting over to let you sit next to him.
“How are you feeling? It’s unusual for you to disappear out of the blue” you said looking at him with a warm grin, but he was playing with the sixpence he used as a pick, not looking at you.
“Oh, I’m fine. Just wanted to get away from all the banter so I could actually tune the old lady” he said with a nervous smile, and he got up to sit in in front of the dressing table.
‘He’s avoiding me’ you thought, quirking a brow up in disbelief.
“Oh yeah?” you simply said, getting up as well, following after him.
He always did this; hide his true feeligs to appear strong. But you knew that he hated lying to you, and if you stood around him completely silent long enough, he would eventually spit out the truth. He always did.
So you stood behind him and you brought your hands up to put his messy curls in place. He shifted in his seat, but he didn’t look directly to you, he just fixed his gaze anywhere else.
You clicked your tongue, struggling a bit to sort his hair out. When he was nervous, he messed it around in order to keep himself busy. It was like a coping mechanism, just like with the random strumming he did.
When you finally finished, you laid your hands on his shoulders, noticing he was the tenstest you’d ever seen, so you started massging him in order to try and relax him. He immediately let out a groan and rolled his eyes back, obviously enjoying it.
You chuckled slightly, and his gaze finally laid on yours, hesitantely. You locked eyes with him, quirking both eyebrows up in an inquiring way.
He whineed in defeat and you smirked.
“Fine!” he said dramatically, letting his head hang back “I’m actually terrified”.
You muttered a triumphant “I knew it” and gently kissed his forehead before moving back to the sofa.
This made him look at you with a pout before you motioned him to sit next to you, at which he almost jumped excitedly to join you and you cuddle up, holding him while he laid against your chest.
“I just... I’m really, really nervous” he starts “This is like one of the biggest concerts we’ve done like, ever. Not only today is filled, but there were so many people willing to come that we have to perform again tomorrow, which is full as well and they didn’t book a third day lord knows why, because I’m sure people would have bought all the tickets again!” he said throwing his arms in the air.
He didn’t let you intervine and he continued “And like, that’s good, right? Cause it means people like us but...” he let his arms fall on his chest “I’m just having doubts” he shrugged and you could feel how he pressed his lips together, even if you couldn’t see his face “I just feel very stressed and... what if I’m not that good?”
You couldn’t help but scoff and say “what does that even mean?”
He shrugged again “I don’t know, maybe I’m just not the guitar master everyone says I am. You have been there the last three rehersals we’ve done. I don’t think I even played a single chord correctly, let alone a bloody solo.”
While you listened to his ranting, you stroked his hair and arms and kissed him wherever you could reach to comfort him.
Some seconds of silence sat between you two while he composed himself and you gathered your thoughts.
“It’s alright to be nervous, Brian, we all are!” you broke the stillness that had set in the room while playing with the fabric of his collar “And you can’t honestly think that people have actually been lying to you about being a great guitarist, right?” you said, incredulous, which made his cheeks flush with a faint pink colour “Do you really think you would be where you are if people were just being nice? Just imagine, Queen having thousands of fans because all the music is perfect except the bloody guitarrist, who sucks, but hey, lets say he doesn’t so he doesn’t feel hurt” you heard his laugh and it made some of the tension that had build up on your back disappear “And, sincerily? You were pretty bad on the last rehersals” you said without a filter.
Brian loved that about you. Always sincere and honest, no matter what. It still made his heart ache a little bit. One thing was him thinking it and another one was hearing it from someone else.
“It wasn’t your fault, though” you said, and he looked up to see your face, slightly confused. “I mean, do you remember all the shit that has happened to you lately? The first day you, Brian Harold May, arrived one bloody hour late because you were stuck in traffic. You were fuming, and the others were just climbing the walls. I’m sure that affected how you played.”
He chuckled slightly, feeling a slight sense of ease “Yeah, I guess so” he muttered.
“Then the day after, I remember you had a deadly migraine. You threw up at least 3 times in the morning and I tried to persuade you to stay in bed, but of course, Mister Stubborn May had to go into the studio.” you looked at him with your ‘I told you so’ face, and he smacked one of your thighs playfully.
“And then because of the migraine you didn’t sleep at all, because let’s be honest, I didn’t either.” this time, he blushed deepely “I’m sorry, did I bother you?”
You rolled your eyes, the corners of your lips tugging up. “Of course not, Bri-Bri! I didn’t notice your constant rolling on the bed, different cuddling positions, humming, shuffling around the room or the talking to yourself. I didn’t notice it at all!” you said sarcastically with a fake bubblegum voice.
“I’m sorry” he mumbled, embarassed, and you hugged him before pressing a kiss against his cheek.
“Anyways, that lack of sleep, also messed your guitar playing up. Actually, it’s crazy nothing bad has happened today, so I guess you wasted all your bad luck and this performance is just bound to be perfect. Have you tried playing anything?”
He shook his head and looked at you again “I was so afraid to mess up I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”
“Well, get your arse up and start playing!” you shoved him off your chest to sit him up.
He got up to pick the Red Special before sitting on the edge of the couch. He plucked the 6 strings before sending you a look, and you nodded reassuringly.
He took a deep, shaky breath before starting to play Tie Your Mother Down.
Your breath caught up in your throat as the melody struck you, getting into you and wrapping your bones tight, feeling it echo inside your chest even if it wasn’t plugged into an amp.
His eyes were shinning when he looked at you after he finished “I did it! It was perfect”
“I know!” you squealed, and he barely had time to put his guitar aside before you climbed on his lap and started kissing him passionately, with a big smile on each others faces and an ecstatic feeling flowing.
He pulled away, and cupped your cheek before opening his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a loud voice coming from the other side of the door.
“I’M NOT GOING INSIDE BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO LOSE THE FEW EYESIGHT I HAVE LEFT WATCHING YOU BOTH BUTT-NAKED, BUT WE’RE OUT IN 5 AND DEAKY IS STARTING TO GET REALLY PISSED, SO I’D RUSH UNLESS YOU WANT TO SEE HIM ANGRY, HAROLD.”
Roger then walked away, stomping dramatically. You looked at each other, amused, before breaking out in uncontrollable laughter.
You got off his lap with difficulty, finding it hard to breath in between laughs.
“’Cmon, let’s go, you don’t want to enrage the almighty Disco Deaky” you said, which only made him laugh more.
You rushed to reunite with the others, one of Brian’s hand holding his guitar, the other one holding yours.
“It was about time” John snapped at you both when you reached the rest of the band, which only made the curly haired man wheeze and bend over. He shut up when the bass player sent him a death glare and you tried your best not to snort when he made a funny face, as in to mock Deaky’s temper.
Brian then let go of you and peaked through to see the stage, and you could see how he stared in awe. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling so happy that you were finally seeing him on his zone, completely relaxed and emanating light.
“One minute!” one member of the staff announed, and all the band members jumped in excitement.
“Good luck, my boys!” you beamed, and they all answered a “thank you”. Except Freddie, who said “Don’t need it, darling!” with a cheeky smile.
You group hugged, a thing you always did before they went on stage and it felt like the best thing in the world. You all would have stayed like that for much longer, loving the intimate moment, but had to pull away when you all heard “20 seconds! Please position yourselves.”
You rushedly kissed all four of them on the cheek and waved at them goodbye, and they all practically skipped away while going towards one of the side wings, the only thing separating them from the crowd was a thin layer of cloth.
“Wait!” you called after Brian, and you cupped his face when he turned around, kissing him eagerly. “Break a leg, tiger” you said, winking at him.
He didn’t have time to answer, as he was pulled away by the staff to get him were he was supposed to be.
When he was finally next to the boys, when all Queen was together, you finally took your time to really look at them, even if it was for 5 seconds. It was like the fabric that separated the inside from the outside was like a portal to another world, like the only thing that was making them keep sanity. You knew the second they put a foot on stage, when they heard the screams, when they felt the thousands of eyes on them, the breathtaking sensation that never seemed to go away, they’d lose their mind to the music, giving it all to their people.
“Alright! Time’s up!” you finally heard, and two bodyguards opened the curtain for them, and they ran through the threshold, Brian throwing you a final kiss before disappearing. Not even 3 seconds later, you heard the crowd roar.
You ran to get yourself somewhere where you could able to see them perfectly, an eager feeling setting in your stomach.
You shook your head in disbelief when Brian started to play One Vision, the precision of his movements on the Red Special were what dragged your mind away, preparing it to see one of the best performances ever done in history.
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Prometheus XV
The others were busy preparing for bed. They’d handle the clean up tomorrow and prayed that none of the Asgardians decided to kill each other.
Piper had managed to clean up her mess from working on a new project and was lounging in bed scrolling aimlessly through her phone. Part of her wondered what the others were up to but at the same time she figured it couldn’t be too important.
Time ran into hours of unintentional time wasting until a little green notification sprung up.
Meet me outside. I have a delivery.
The vagueness of the text was all Piper needed to scramble out of bed. Having broken focus on her phone she finally heard the thrum of rain and the gentle roll of thunder. How was Gen outside during a storm like this? The girl hated the New York streets when they were full of nasty water and smelling of sewage.
Whatever it was Piper figured it had to have been important. Pulling on a jacket she slunk soundlessly down the hallway to the lift. The heavy duty elevator carried her down to the main floor.
Hardly anyone was still awake and a closed sign hung in the large glass doorway. Outside Piper saw Gen soaked to the bone bouncing up and down trying to stay warm. Mumbling a curse, the youngest Stark drew up her hood and stepped outside.
Rain hammered on the sidewalk and the gentle noise was now a roar in her ears. Droplets attacked her jacket with a vengeance and lightning overhead ignited the sky. Piper wondered if it had to do with the conversation going on upstairs.
“You were awake!” Gen smiled. A backpack was slung snugly on her back, and her jacket hood was down. She must have given up on trying to stay dry.
“You know my schedule is shit,” Piper laughed, “but that doesn’t explain why you’re out here.”
“I...uh-well I brought these.” Piper watched the other girl struggle to take off the backpack. With an amused sigh Piper helped her out of it. Gen plopped it down onto the wet pavement drawing out a clear cylinder tube. “Blueprints.”
“You could have dropped them off tomorrow morning,” Piper rolled her eyes. “These must be important. What is it? A nuclear toaster?”
“No.” Gen shook her head. “It’s all of my recent work.”
Standing up once more Gen held out the container like a peace offering. Piper arched a brow taking the cylinder and examining it carefully. It was sealed alright. No water damage. “Why do I need all of this? If it’s for projects we can just compare notes.”
“That’s the thing...” Gen awkwardly brushed her hair behind her ear, “...I can’t do anymore projects with you.”
Piper’s eyes went wide with surprise before her expression morphed into a frown, “What? Why? Is it your parents being anal about your science again?”
“No!” Gen hurriedly interrupted before Piper could ask anymore questions. “I’m going to school in Europe Piper. I got a scholarship that literally no one gets. It’s a once in a lifetime thing.”
“Still, you have time to finish these.” Piper went to hand back the cylinder but Gen tucked her hands into her pockets.
“That’s the other thing...I leave in three hours.”
“What?” Piper gaped at the other girl looking very much like a fish. “And you didn’t say anything?”
“You were busy with hero stuff. I didn’t want to burden you. Not to mention you needed my help for the mission. I couldn’t afford distracting you.” Gen explained, kicking half heartedly at a small puddle.
“Gen, I’m only a hero second to being normal Piper Stark.” Piper felt her chest deflate at the idea of Gen being all the way across the world. “You should have told me.”
“I know that. And I feel like shit.” Gen sighed, “but that’s why I’m here now. I was going to just go but-I don’t know. It didn’t seem right.”
“Yeah. I’d have been pissed. I’d have flown my ass all the way over there just to kill you.” Piper snorted, crossing her arms. “I always pegged you as a New York girl, you know.”
“I am.” Gen assured, “it’s only temporary.”
“Things are going to be weird.” Piper mumbled. “Is there no way to get you to stay?”
“I don’t know Pipes....”
“What if I hired you?”
“You have before.” Gen reminded,
“No. I mean permanently. Full time.” Piper decided.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. I decided it just now.” Piper nodded firmly, “full time. Right here and now. It’s up for grabs.”
“Piper.” Gen gave her an incredulous look but when Piper didn’t move she knew that the Stark wasn’t joking.
“You could go anywhere. No school needed. You could learn anything and everything you wanted. Make anything. Do whatever you wanted. I can fund it all too.” Piper’s eyes glinted with a childish light, “all you have to do is say yes.”
Piper watched anxiously as Gen pursed her lips getting lost in thought. She could practically see gears turning in the other girl’s head.
“Okay,” Gen replied hesitantly, “you want to hire me full time? Okay.”
Piper’s smile was the widest one she’d ever worn. She tackled Gen in a tight hug and cheered in triumph. “I knew my methods of persuasion were impeccable.”
“You give yourself a lot of credit.” Gen snorted.
— — —
“You know sitting and staring at that isn’t going to make it any better.” Alex jumped in surprise and glanced over her shoulder to find Sage leaning in the bathroom doorway with a bandaged hand.
“Yeah.” Alex nodded, turning her attention back to the bathtub. It’s warm water was most likely cold now. She’d been looking forward to washing up but then the memories came back. “What’re you doing here? I thought the storm would have driven you off to hide in Bianca’s room.”
“It’s not so bad in here,” Sage shrugged, “it’s quiet.”
“Did the family meeting go well?” Alex asked.
“Not exactly.” Sage admitted.
“You know you’re going to have to forgive them one day. The only person being hurt by your anger is yourself.”
“Hurt people, hurt people.” Sage sighed, “I know. I just can’t bring myself to do it. It’s hard.”
“That’s the point,” Alex snorted. Sage rolled her eyes and plopped down onto the ground next to Alex.
“You gonna drain the tub or still stare at it?”
“I was hoping to actual wash up.” Alex mumbled, “but I can’t- I can’t do it. I just keep picturing the water again and the burning of my lungs and the helplessness...”
“Is showering any different?”
“It’s better but still-“ Alex shook her head, “it’s hard.”
“I’d imagine.”
“You know, I didn’t have any nightmares like everyone else did. But now everyone’s fine and I can hardly sleep. When I close my eyes that stupid masked face is still there and I’m underwater again.” Alex’s hands played nervously with the hem of her shirt. “He said he’d never really go away and I thought that was stupid-“
“But as long as he exists to one person he’s not dead.” Sage concluded.
“Yeah.” Alex nodded. “Something like that.”
“Guess we both have tough things to work out.” Sage frowned.
“I guess.”
A long pause settled between them all the while the bath water grew colder. It was Sage who finally broke the silence with a question Alex never thought she’d hear.
“How do you forgive someone?”
— — —
Bianca was attempting to give Arthur a pep talk along with Enzo. The two were failing miserably.
“And if she says no then it’s okay. I mean most girls reject people but that’s alright.” Enzo assured the older boy.
“And we’re here if you want to cry about it.” Bianca promised, patting Arthur on the shoulder.
“You guys really know how to make a guy feel like crap.” Arthur shook his hands out nervously.
“Okay, I don’t normally get into business I find stupid but these idiots are idiots.” Fox glowered poking her head into the room having over heard the conversation. “Ask her out. Be honest about it. All of it. If you’re awkward just say ‘I’m sorry if I’m a bit awkward about this. I’ve never asked a girl out before. Anyways I think you’re cute and blah blah blah.’ It’s endearing rather than awkwardly stammering.”
“Yeah, that makes sense.” Arthur nodded. “Thanks.”
“You stole my job.” Enzo glowered at Fox.
“Oops.” She smirked before leaving the trio behind.
Arthur straightened his shoulders and after a few nervous breaths he headed down the hall to pause at his sister’s doorway. His knuckles tapped against the frame and Chloe opened the door a few seconds later. “Hey.”
“Hey, is Penny there?” Arthur asked, feeling his throat go dry.
“Yeah, one second.” Chloe stepped aside and collected the other girl from her bed where she’d been attempting to teach Chloe Smash Bros.
“Hey Arthur, what’s up?” Penny grinned setting the controller aside. “Dude your sister is actually really good at this game. It’s freaking crazy! She’s already memorized the combos! I don’t understand!”
“That’s great!” Arthur laughed. “Hey I was wondering something and you don’t have to answer right away. I also don’t want you to feel pressured into a response. But would you maybe like to go out sometime? Like to lunch or something? It can be a date or a hang out or whatever you want. I just haven’t really asked anyone like you to hang out before.”
Arthur held his breath in anticipation and watched as Penny pursed her lips. “That depends on where we’re going. Does the place have bacon?”
“It can!” Arthur replied hurriedly.
“Then I’m sold.” Penny smiled. “Also ice cream is good too. Unless you’re lactose intolerant. Then you can forget about the ice cream.”
“You’re rambling Pen.” Chloe called from deeper inside the room. “Focus.”
“Right. Yes. Lunch is good.” Penny decided.
“Great. Twelve tomorrow?” Arthur asked, feeling like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
“Twelve tomorrow.” Penny agreed.
— — —
“You just did a nice thing.” James grinned.
“Shut up.”
“You just helped Arthur get a date.”
“Not a word.” For huffed.
“I am proud.” James sighed, mirroring his mother’s look of pride.
“I will castrate you.” Fox’s threat seemed to do the trick and James stopped talking. “That’s what I thought.”
“I knew you were a good person.”
“Okay mister you have three seconds to run and hide.” James took off laughing like a maniac before Fox could finish her threat. He’d learned all of the best hiding spots from Scout. The boy found the craziest places to read.
— — —
“Listen to this one.” Orion suggested passing over the head phones. He was trying to create a Playlist for his boyfriend. One that was soothing and relaxing since he worried so much. “Like it? Thumbs up or down?”
“Like it.” Scout decided. Orion nodded and added it to the label ‘Scouty’s’.
“Next one.”
The two went back and forth for nearly an hour until Orion was satisfied with the list.
“How’s it look?”
“Great.” Orion smiled, scooting over on his bed to show Scout his phone screen. “Now you can favorite ones you like and unfavorite them when you get bored. You can also add other songs to the playlist and this is where the software recommends other choices you might like based off of what you listen to.”
“I’ve never thought about doing this. It’s really cool. But are you sure you won’t mind if I have your phone on me most of the time?” Scout worried. “I know you like your own music.”
“I go old school babe.” Orion reminded him. “I have my cassette player. As long as I have that I’m all set. And you of course.”
“Suck up.” Scout teased, but he didn’t mind. Orion really was better than most of his books. Not all of them but most of them. He was certainly entertaining and more loveable than any of the characters. “But at least you’re a cute suck up.”
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Merry Christmas @josai! Here is your gift for the @ansgiftexchange! Enjoy and happy holidays! <3
Moments like this.
After being in Lyrias for a while, Obi found himself yet again in this castle that gave him such memorable encounters and moments unlike any he had experienced before. He had never imagined that when he was sent to kill the prince’s favourite he would end up being such a good friend to them all. He laughed slightly, he was looking forward to seeing his Master again. Of course same went for Miss Kiki and Mister but, Master was…kinda special you could say.
Trust wasn’t something Obi was used to. He had been just another weapon aiming to kill for the sake of money, for the sake of nothing at all. But Master, he trusted him so much that it almost was unbearable. Their lives were now deeply connected with a tight red string. Obi wondered if he was the only one of them who was able to see it. He was able to see how much light would fill those sky blue eyes when the prince would laugh, he was able to see how innocent he looked when he was falling asleep on his desk surrounded by papers of any kind. It was odd to admit it but inside his heart he knew, he had missed Master. He had missed teasing him so much, the reactions of Miss were amusing as well but she could never get so flustered like the prince did. It was quite adorable actually. He should totally tease him as soon as he arrives.
Those blues at some point he started being memorized by them. He did try to laugh it away, telling himself that such dangerous feelings shouldn’t creep into his heart but their warmth melted the ice wall he had raised to protect himself ever since he was a child. He had been so sure that nobody would care about his problems, his well-being, anything related to him really. He was just yet another tool…but it wasn’t the same for them. They saw him for who he was, they saw him as their friend and companion, they saw him as someone who had value as a human being. He could remember the concerned expressions, the forgiveness in those eyes and also the acceptance.
‘You don’t need to hold back around us. I trust you Obi.’ when he had been faced with those words, he had been unable to form any himself. The sound of his own heartbeat echoed in his ears and those golden eyes widened. He couldn’t believe it.
“Master…that really took me by surprise saying such things,are you drunk?’ was his reaction and it caused yet another stupid loop of teasing and laughing yet the warmth in his chest took hours to slowly fade away. That night he would tug on his new silver necklace,proof of his new rank as a knight. All of this has been so surreal.Almost too much for him to take.
His attention was snapped back to reality, escaping from the long memory trip he had been pulled to as he travelled when his horse stopped suddenly. He blinked only to realize, he had arrived at the outer parts of the capital. His lips twitched and now he was wearing a bright smile. He entered and looked over at the many shops that were closed right now as it was nighttime. Ah, the bar he liked to visit was bustling with life, the sound of music managed to even reach his ears and he couldn’t help but laugh. He would certainly pay it a visit.
It didn’t take long for him to reach the castle gates, there he saw a familiar pair of guards and greeted them with a wide smile. Soon, he was allowed to enter the palace, even if it was such a late hour, Obi wondered if Master had already fallen asleep. He decided to play a small game. He climbed on the tree that was nearby and smoothly landed on the balcony. He rested his back against the window, listening. Silence followed. He narrowed his eyes, was Master elsewhere? He played a little with the lock and done! He opened the balcony door as quietly as he could and took a look around the room. Not many things had changed, ah his favourite spot to sleep was still there as well! Just then the sound of slow breathing reached his ears and then he saw him. Fallen asleep across the smaller desk with his white hair being caressed by the night wind was his master. For a moment, he wondered if he should leave and actually let him sleep, but on the other hand, his fingers twitched and without realizing he was soon standing next to the sleeping prince.
Slowly those hazy blues fluttered open and Obi froze on the spot. He had woken him up!
“Obi?” Zen spoke, his voice still heavy with sleep, sounding like temptation to his knight’s ears, the prince blinked a few times slowly as he tried to lean against his chair and he stared Obi in his eyes as if trying to realize if he was actually there “I am still half asleep…Obi shouldn’t be here yet after all..” the young prince yawned as he stretched “Damn it falling asleep while reading the letters was a bad idea.” with that he stood up and then bumped straight to Obi who had been unable to move still. Eyes looked up in confusion.
“Obi, you are actually here?” the black haired man couldn’t help it anymore a rich chuckle escaped him as Zen took a few steps back staring at him like he was a ghost.
“Yes, Master, Obi is here at your service! I can’t believe you missed me so much that you thought you dreamed of me!” he exclaimed with his chuckles now turning to full blown laughing. Now that woke up Zen completely.
“Well you were supposed to arrive tomorrow morning! And I didn’t dream of you!” he fell on the sofa with a huff “So how long have you been here? Did you greet Mitsuhide and Kiki yet?”
“Nope! You are the first one I am seeing here, isn’t that special Master?” A sigh escaped the prince’s lips. Obi was really impossible, wasn’t he? He shook his head.
“Very special indeed.” then he noticed that the room was colder than usual and frowned slightly. Just then, he heard the balcony door closing and he turned to glare at his knight, his eye twitching “Obi, did you come from the balcony again?” his voice was laced with annoyance and something else Obi couldn’t exactly pin-point. He rubbed the back of his neck and wore a sheepish smile.
“Uhh, I thought it would be better so I could surprise you?”
“You never learn, do you?” an awkward laugh followed that remark and Zen looked at his knight “Well I can’t say that I am surprised, I actually expected you to come in such a way…Also Obi.” their eyes met again and now a smile was across Zen’s face.
“Yes, Master?” A fond look appeared on the prince’s handsome face and the softness in his eyes for that instant made the stars shine even brighter.
“Welcome back.” those simple words caused the older male to stiffen slightly and for his throat to dry. It only took two words to render him useless and this time his smile was the most genuine one he had shown in a while.
“I am back Master.” dimples appeared on his face from how wide he was smiling.Zen nodded and yawned.
“I know you must have a lot of things you want to talk about but they can wait until morning, sleeping in the desk wasn’t the most comfortable position and today was an exhausting day so I am going to head back to sleep.”
“Ehhh.” a disappointed whine left the knight and the prince glared at him.
“It can wait, I am sure. I will be able to understand better what you want to say anyway in the morning, I am really tired now.” he stood up and Obi watched his every step until he reached the bed “You should go to sleep as well, your new room is nearby isn’t it?” the white haired male added as he pulled the covers. As soon as he was under them, he let out a small sigh, feeling the soft mattress under his body was heaven. He closed his eyes and was drifting off to land of dreams once again until the sound of something landing on the bed made him let out a groan. He opened his eyes to see Obi sitting next to him.
“What are you doing?” Zen asked very much done.Obi grinned at him.
“It will soon be day, I will just stay here until you wake up.”
“Don’t. Go to your own room.”
“Eh, Master you are no fun.”
“I don’t want to see your face right after I wake up. And I am sure you will fall asleep too, you travelled quite a bit to reach Wistal, so go and have a proper rest,idiot.” with that he pushed Obi’s side weakly and the other laughed slightly.
“But sleeping next to you is something I missed, Master!”
“Don’t say it, like it was a common occurrence! You just would fall asleep on my bed doing what you please! Gosh, I am too tired for this.” Obi let out a laugh and stood up.
“Well, if you insist, I guess I will go to my own room. See you in the morning Master.” Zen couldn’t help but grin at his knight.
“You say that but you will probably wake up in the noon.”
“Oops, busted?” a snicker escaped the prince and he closed his eyes.
“Goodnight,Obi.”
“Goodnight, Master.” his eyelids slowly closed and Zen drifted to sleep yet again. Obi leaned against the door for a bit, his heart beating having accelerated so much from this small interaction that he couldn't take it. This feeling…this relief, this happiness….did he deserve it? That was what he wondered as he also was pulled into the land of dreams a bit later. That night, his dreams were the most pleasant ones in a while, he dreamt of standing in a snowy street of Lyrias with Zen at his side admiring the beauty of the little shops and dancing lanterns. Maybe someday…his dream would come true…
There were many things Obi wanted to do and he had all this time to make them reality. And that was all that mattered.
The following morning, light footsteps woke him up, but he pretended to still be asleep. He heard an amused huff.
“He was so impatient yesterday but look at him sleeping so peacefully.” a familiar voice uttered clearly amused “Oh well it’s fine. We still have time.” with that he sat into the nearby chair and looked over at his sleeping friend “You know what Obi…I think I did miss you a little bit. Gosh, what am I even saying? Good thing he is asleep.” Obi couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face at those words. That was the best way to wake up. Words of appreciation by the one he hoped to hear from the most.
“So you did miss me, hm?” Zen jolted up blushing, his eyes wide.
“You were awake?!”
“Hahhaha!! Master your face is hillarious!!! You need to take a look in the mirror ahhaha!!”
“Obi, forget what you heard and shut up!!”
“Sorry, cant do!~”
And yet another lively morning began full of love and laughter.
The end
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Dialogue Prompt List 2
You can use these for your own stories, or you can request one for me to do. If there's any specific stories you want me to do with the prompts you choose, let me know in the request. If you do choose to do one of these prompts, tag me in it so I can read it! 1. "I feel like I'm losing my damn mind." 2. "Gah! Why are you so cold? Get off of me you icicle!" 3. "Marry me?" 4. "God, I was so worried!" "I was only gone for five minutes!" 5. "Please don't shut me out." 6. "I can't believe you haven't noticed. I'm screaming for someone to notice, to help me, and yet no one does!" 7. "Who the hell do you think you are?" 8. "This is going to hurt, I'm so sorry." 9. "Who did this to you?" 10. "I'm gonna kill him!" 11. "Cuddle me you weirdo." 12. "I'm pregnant." 13. "Are you...crying? You? Mister/Miss, 'I don't cry, I'm tough as hell'?" "Oh shut up, we all have our weaknesses!" 14. "You're part of the family now, don't ever think you're not." 15. "Breathe, can you do that for me?" 16. "I'm a burden to you!" 17. "I'm better off dead." "You're better off alive, with me." 18. "You're beautiful, and if anyone says that you're not, know that they're damn well wrong." 19. "You're warm, s'great for cuddling." 20. "Send help, the kids are out of control!" 21. "C'mere you sexy thing!" 22. "I, um, might've gone a little bit overboard on the shopping." "A little bit?!" 23. "You did this all for me?" "No, I did this for Jeffrey across the street. Yes I did this for you!" 24. "What the hell is happening to me?" 25. "You aren't dreaming, look, I'm here, this is real." 26. "There's so much blood, it won't come off!" 27. "Woah, slow down, what's going on?" 28. "I'm so lucky to have you." 29. "You mess with her/him, you mess with me." 30. "That's it, you're staying here until I can get this sorted." "But I--" "No buts!" 31. "I don't want to sleep alone tonight." 32. "I love you, you know that right?" 33. "I'm coming to get you, stay there." 34. "Okay, so don't freak out, but I got flour everywhere..." 35. "Is it supposed to look like that?" "I think so?" "Is that a question or a statement?" 36. "Woah, I never knew you had a tattoo!" 37. "Are you safe?" "I-I don't know." 38. "S/he deserves better than me." 39. "We're more than just friends and you know it." 40. "It's me! It's me! Calm down, baby, please." 41. "What have you been doing? Actually, don't answer that, I don't want to know." 42. "Is the movie too scary? I can stop it if you want and we could watch something else." 44. "Touch her again, and I'll kill you." "Will you? Because last time I checked, petty threats don't do shit, ____. They just piss me off more." 45. "You don't mess with my family." 46. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" 47. "Please don't leave me." 48. "Did you just slap my ass?" "Actually, I firmly grasped it." "Did you just quote Spongebob?" 49. "Beautiful." 50. "Let her/him go, please! I'm the one you want!" "Oh really now? What can you do for me?" 51. "I've got you, you're safe now." 52. "And you didn't think to tell me about this until now?" "I didn't think it was that important..." 53. "I can't carry on this way anymore, I can't live like this." 54. "You know if you wanted sex, you could've just asked." 55. "Stop freaking out, you're making me freak out! And I'm the level headed one of the house!" 56. "Please don't do this, your family needs you, your friends need you, I need you." 57. "You can't hide from me!" 58. "Well this is a nice change of scenery." "_____, we're in a prison cell." "I was being sarcastic." 59. "How sweet, sacrificing yourself for her, when did you get a heart?" 60. "Um, I don't think that what you're doing is legal, so if you could just let me go, that would be great." 61. "I thought you said you knew where we were going." "Yeah I lied." 62. "Shit, you're freezing, let's get you warmed up, alright?" 63. "What happened to me?" 64. "I'm not letting you sleep on the floor, get up here." 65. "It's not like I'm some broken vase that you can just glue back together and then expect that everything will be okay again! It doesn't work like that!" 66. "Everything I've done is for you, you're the only thing in the world that matters to me." 67. "Are you seriously stuck right now?" "Don't just stand there! Help me!" 68. "I can't do the things that you can do." 69. "Please don't post that, no!" "Oops, too late." 70. "What game is that?" 71. "I said create a distraction, not this!" 72. "We're in public, stop that." 73. "I had some food from your fridge, I hope you don't mind." 74. "Hand over the girl." "That's not gonna happen in your lifetime." 75. "Can you stop poking me?!" "I'm not poking you." 76. "I've already told you this, we're not killing anyone!" 77. "I'm about seventy five percent sure that this bridge won't break." "Only seventy five?!" 78. "I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes." 79. "I don't need protecting!" 80. "You know they're going to use the things you love against you." 81. "It's locked!" "You mean we're stuck in here?" 82. "Shut up." "I didn't say anything." "I don't care, shut up." 83. "Hey! I was watching that!" 84. "I thought they'd killed you, I'm glad I thought wrong." 85. "Not now, I'm busy." "But it's been so long!"
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My final note before I kill myself I'm not actually going to kill myself. I'm letting the dying parts die. Say goodbye to them. Wow holy shit my whole back just got a wave of feeling. This is it. I know if I don't go for what I want I'm going to lose it. So I'm sharing everything that I have inside. Because I've been wanting to for a long time. For many reasons, some more noble than others. Daqui a pouco to escrevendo nas outras linguas. Hey duke Well, I have to completely go for what I want. You will know what that feels like. I had a dream last night that turned out to be symbolic of what happened today. Its not that hard because your subconscious mind always knows what's going on.I have a considerable amount of magic to my person but ill tell you now I lose things, I have anxiety attacks and a fixation on food and body type, and I'm telling you this because I can't let you think I'm a no faceted perfect lady. Hey lady. Molly plays with my feelings I wonder how many years that could last. As long as Natalie is my friend. Kad thinks I'm a Nazi. That makes me upset. Now I'm thinking about Mikala from midtown west. Dont know why. Cause I'm not a fucking Nazi damn. That's extremely offensive Why are all these thoughts coming into my head? Whups. Lost it again. Sex is sacred but our movies and tv shows over hype it and put ideas in our head. One time I told Jamie I was gay.I actually thought it was true at the time...that's such an awkward thing to explain. I know I don't have to fucking explain myself but I want to because I care that the other person is on the same page as me!! No I miss you too in a weird way I've been wanting to share all my real thoughts for a long time. And now is the only time because the last couple days I have been dangerously close to having a breakdown. I have been crying in the street for 2 days And I also have been wanting to tell everyone what I actually think all the time I think my problem is that I have a habit of thinking about things ruim like I just think about sad shit a lot. And my comfort levels are always unstable Shailesh balla I don't know whose name that is. Shoulda brought my journal but I didn't think I was going to want to write. I want to do something to soothe my worries. My top worries are money, food, having something stolen from me, being raped. Its weird that I'm so worried that someone is going to rape me when I haven't been raped in this lifetime. But I would always get strong images of being raped. Except I was black so it wasn't in this lifetime. I want to soothe my worries telling myself that expecting the worst isn't good for my health. My focus goes rotten sometimes. I have to go to where I want to go to. I'm grateful for what I have. And not in a lame way either. I think I'm most worried that something will be taken from me. Money or whatever. When has that caused my death? Only when I sunk into the sadness and grieving. Grieving for my jewelry. Don't have a choice but to keep going. My grandparents on my moms side were such a huge influence on me throughout my life What is life anyway? We are all here wondering what to do with ourselves. And I can only have these thoughts because I have money I wanna work like Malcolm x did Tryinng to soothe my chronic worrying. Maybe ill find a paradise somewhere. Kalien photograph Deangelo Silva Thais is a sexy name. I'm tired and a little gassy but I'm going to go out anyway to see what the fuss is about. Because I wouldn't be satisfied if I just went to sleep Reflecting on resentment. I can feel this is a strong hook. This is a strong feeling in my body. I resent the cruelty of survival in the midst of civilization built by half asleep beings. My thoughts lead me to duke and this is what I have to say about that. I resent being treated wrongly by him. He treated me wrongly because he was my soul mate and he was supposed to help me and love me through everything I can't have sex!!!!! I hate having sex with people that suck at itI Which is almost everyone I resent everyone because I am so shy it hurts to see people who I connect with sometimes. Something inside of me is very tender and sore and I have been neglecting her. She's not ready to see anyone. I can resent and I do. For. Not being there with his feelings and not being there with mine. But i have to admit its not fair of me to just expect someone to take on all my problems with me. And I know this has something to do with the fact that my mother would throw crying fits at me and I had no idea how to act. Because that's what you do right? You don't say anything to people so they think your nice and then you have an explosive breakdown on whoever gets caught in your shit. Right? Oops Still letting go of my feeling of resentment. I'm a self help queen. Not sorry. Maybe just a little bit. But listen, I'm actually getting somewhere in my emotions. The blocks I have to getting what I want are emotional so if I can move and change my emotional body, I'm set. Sex Everyone sucks at it except for Ursula and mau 90 percent of males I meet think about fucking me That's pathetic Don't you think you're craving a closeness?instead?no? I don't know you its not my business I acho que tó errada I can pretty easily see what I did wrong. But I'm a sad sack and its easy for me to get into self blame. Those thoughts make me really depressed. But I guess it doesn't matter I don't have to have a perfect personality I don't even have to have a personality NOT UP TO YOUR STANDARDS AM I DUKE? Oops I've said so many bitchy things to my friends who I love so much..somebody needs to slap me. I hope they can forgive me. Well we're still friends so... Who the fuck taught me to be afraid of everyone? Walking around feeling like I'm rotting from the inside and I can't trust anyone and yet I want to meet all their eyes and see what's inside. When you're thoughts are just swimming with someone else. Julia, Duke, Kaara Someone who I barely talk to. I'm the pathetic one. It feels good to think that right now...die ego die!!!! So I will begin to close of this meditation. I would like to let go of my resentment. It will be carried away by the strength of the planets. Just saying what I believe. A very powerful tool. I had to re-read what I had written and confront that maybe my focus is terrible because I live in an age full of distractions and sometimes I have to be distracted to avoid major depression and having a fit and getting arrested. Sometimes I want to just break the glasses in the cafes. Or the stores. That urge has been with me for months and I still haven't acted on it. Stay tuned. So if I'm letting go of resentment, I'm letting go of my feeling of entitlement to. I will always give myself the best of what I can. But I cannot live off of taking from other people.I don't want to. Their money or their prana. Sorry Kaara. Half asleep over here. You did it too. I liked your insecurity because I could feel better about myself. And my own insecurity. Someone shut me up nobody wants to hear about my emotions. Oh that thought again. I'm expressing myself not trying to.....be right...but I am I came down to the beach because I thought it would be the best place. I was living in the street for a week. I'm not now we are paying for a room. Its cheaper than anything else but this is such a popular location that its still a fair chunk of money. But its worth it to drink the healing waters (there's a natural fountain of groundwater. Clean and delicious if your gut can handle it. We wanted to leave but I think we were both resisting the healing....me and my friend rua. I'm paying for all of our food (and we're been to restaurants a few times) but its because I know my core beliefs are not in line with me keeping my money for myself. I think I jumped the gun a little here anyway. This is another topic. Dissolve my resentment. Sometimes I was treated wrongly. Sometimes I just felt entitled to get what I want and when whoever couldn't meet my needs, I get upset. Flashes of bring abused in past lives. Nothing I could write today. My collective head gets it but I needed to write for nova, the 3-d being I can't believe I'm missing that show I can't believe it I must be missing out fuck fuck fuck I have to be away I have to be here I am doing good here I am doing good here I just need something in my stomach to settle I need to sleep a little more. Ooohhh if I had some weed and I could sleep a little more id have it made. But I'm shyyyyyy There is a voice in the back of my head asking me to write and to learn new languages. God damn, I think I'm an Artist. After reading some writing by Patti Smith, I feel a little confused and jealous. My writing is so....unprretty specific and not artistic. I want to write something beautiful. If it is beauty I am after...well, I already know what that looks like. I already know who owns beauty. Earth beauty. Eternal beauty Nobody leave me alone. I wouldn't want to be alone anyway. On my own some angel meets me Oh maybe I can write pretty things Write an essay of something Masses of pissed off folk are gonna have something big to say in this life or next just you wait mr big shot. Big gun nuclear ammo. I bet you thought you could stop the art from saving us all. What rennessaince would you try to stop then who are you trying to stop and why don't you love me!? Mister big thing My boyfriend keeps me safe I don't love him but he's good company and when we have to have sex its pretty good I don't think he feels the same way. I think homeboy was looking for a real namorado. Never seen anyone who looked like me. I made a cheese sandwich for my friend and now I want one cause I ate them when I was a kid. I feel like a baby still! Cosmic smoke womb. I don't care, ill take it Bad coffee Oi viado Its not that hard to learn a new language if you think you can do it I have been waiting years to learn about the stars. I always new the universe was a synchronized conglomerate of matter, but coming across systems I can keep record of. Beleza There's a feeling that sometimes overcomes me in my dreams that I'm being choked and can't breathe. These mosquitoes are biting me Somehow I manage to superimpose my fears on reality. Na janela aberta entrou meu convidado da noite, meu inimigo pior e o amor infernal que guardo para me gozar And, choking, I cry out for help. Cry out to whoever can hear me and be here with me. I don't care who I have to hide from myself. Excuse me for a second. My heart saw a pain and took it. Walking around shopping malls My candy heart Left my heart in Mexico City She was bed-ridden like me. But that's beside the point. We were frantic when we met and frantic when you held my hand and I breathed my first sigh of relief there. He loves me. I'm squirming in my seat Left my heart in Mexico City I THINK about YOU STILL but I think its more about me than it ever was about you. Still in Mexico City With its booming economy And great tortillas. All the cars and things that make up a city nowadays I went backpacking and somebody loves me still Left it in Mexico City. Now the reason for me to write The greatest poem I've ever written We were saying goodbye. I said I wanted to stay and I meant it but I didn't think I was going to stay. I have to go to work Still in Mexico City He must have thought I was going to stay I should have stayed. But I was lost in my work and I couldn't find my rights. So I ended up in Brazil with a hurt sciatica nerve and he's still in Mexico City with my heart that I left there And I think about him still but its more about me...right? I am undeserving As the words form my heart (the one that came with me) remains confused I hope you pick up on this and reveal yourself to me. But you don't have to. I didn't mean to make you think I wasn't going to leave. I was always going to leave. Tipo assim. But I just wanted to stay... Left my heart in Mexico City My back is cracking way too much it hurts and this can't be good for me. I want to go home. Wheere is home? My back is stressed out. I'm worried. Worried not looking I don't think I've ever been so offended. I just lost a friend. Telling me about my insufferable privilege. Hiding. I don't want to pay because I can live without money...........and fuck me if its only my privilege that lets me do that and think like that and write like this. I'm going to do it. I understand that I am privileged I feel incredibly guilty like I am not like, worthy of love because I have money But I never tell people that because no one will ever understand! Sad because I have money. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous I should be rejoicing but I'm not I I just want to die and be buried in my 10000 reais and die. Every time I hear the word money I wanna die. Give it all away slowly to people who appreciate it. Rua never hears me. I don't have time for that. I just need to sort out my thoughts A new poem Sugar eaters God again god blessed to have you to have found you Walking down the street in my hometown new york city Walking down the aisles but I'm in my mind Again Blessed are these sugar crystals that feed my teeth eaters we're sugar eaters blessed are these sugar crystals And a calm comes over us A little upset a little unrest its all the sugar eaters eating your teeth. My words are twisted like mind. You have to run around loaning me your time. How lucky I am to have found you. You bring me sweet coffee and I do not resist. The hot sun beats and we refuge in the shade. Our hot Brazil sun but I am walking down the aisles in my mind in my hometown I have money for all the sugar crystals I could ever need. But she doesn't want to have it from me. Blessed are these sugar crystals brought to us by the sugar goddesses, just trying to be sweet. Just trying to be sweet I have all the money I need Try to be sweet I have all the money I need There's something under the surface you're not seeing units swimming under. Your feet and I feel a little bit afraid. That the whole. Thing is going to collapse and crumble under my feet. Or lava will come up of its will and displace all of us Walking around with latent fear There's something under your feet maybe a bug lurking in your belly You're writing because you're a smart girl. You get into a new feeling and slip away quietly. You left. Joker Is jesting Later I saw him crying I had a flash of the future And it didn't come true exactly butt I swear I saw something like it My privilege is a bunch of dead flowers My privilege is rotting fruit More privileged than you for not having the need of water Have to walk miles for water I had to walk about 10 minutes for water and I felt a little bit like a prophet, or something of the sort Live in a house Live in a city In a country where you are not under threat of being bombed Your house could be bombed My privileges are rotting Watch tv Hear about the wars Light up your green and laugh with your friends Until your gut hurts We are friends, I don't want to take it there again My privileges are rotting fruit My journal January 25th 2017 Sitting in my boyfriends bedroom inn araial dajuda. I hope he's watching me. He has been my boyfriend for a few days only. I asked him what he wanted today and he said "I want what you want" my heart just about melted. I knew I liked him because I felt my heart get warm and I knew his lsd was pure, which is rare. And briefly, I am going to write some of the best poetry I have ever written. But not yet. I'm not ready Sometimes it's just not worth it and you have to let it go. But you always speak to the moment and you always try your hardest. And even though I have lice eggs in my hair I know the universe is going to protect me and my problems are going to pass. Write like I have a problem that needs airing out. But I don't have that mood exactly. My systems are more or less okay. Some of the best poetry I have ever written. He is the reason for my poetry. Nothing but a man and he's skinny. Taller than me and I don't think he can defend me. He has a penis and breath like everyone else but he sees energy and he loves seeing energy and neither of us understand it...but we love it and we want to know as much as we can about it. I need to.......oh right He will be the cause of the best poem I ever write. I don't know if I believe that. Money worries have to be let go of. I can't hold on to everything all the time. Universe synchronized. Daily mundane things going about your things and you just notice how good the breeze feels and that you're right by the sea in a beautiful city. Here isn't a good place to eat. My memory with Julia the rock star. Time to write my autobiography. But take it seriously. Make it right. I love my feelings so much I don't feel like I'm done writing. Nobody was really trying to con me that hard. Just trying to amuse themselves at the expense of others feelings. Uh, is that too bleak for you? Get over it. Gentrified vegan crab cakes. Oops. What? She's gonna kill me. I'm afraid and I have poop in my gut I feel it. I'm tired but something is missing. In tired to go to bed with my boyfriend who I just met but I know I love. In my way.too tired to worry His smell is intoxicating. That boy smell. She told me to follow my heart but I think my heart bate papo its not the strongest...but I can feel it. Morre than a lot of people could say. Stuffed some cotton in my underwear because my menstrual blood is releasing. And all this money and packaging. I'm hungry. Nobody understands me. I'm hungry. Nobody understands me. Nothing is in the way of me doing something except for me because I'm scared. I'm scared. This place has me held happily as prisoner. I give up. Rob me. Kill me. Not if I get you first. Writing for you writing for you. Nothing is stopping me except my fear and my concept about money I left arraial dajuda and now I want to go back because I was loving it....it was time for me to just take a break....I want to just stay with people who I know are my friends. I want to stay where I feel safe. And I want to kiss guilherme again. Its not fair that I could spend almost 500 reais just to try to get away. Fuck. I am going back because I feel the most happy that way. I don't want to be alone any more.... I don't want to be alone not knowing where the he'll I'm going and these things. If I was here alone and feeling fine....I could bee that person...maybe ... But I would rather just not be alone right now honestly. I don't wanna wait and wait until I feel love again. I want the love I felt already. I'm scared that I'm going to show up and I can't have him anymore...but I know that's not going to happen. Lice and all. I needed to leave. I regretted it pretty quickly Part of me wants to keep traveling forever...and another part wants to go home and be with my family again...or both. I don't know if I want to volunteer with this yogic nun in her biodiversity organic yoga thing. Part of me wants to go home. But I also have an intense interest in this. I don't know. It doesn't make sense to go back and forth. But I don't really wanna stay in the city of brasilia Make up for it. Compensate. Sitting at the bar alone. Like a character in a movie. Waiting on my love to walk in the door. Thinking many of the same things at once. Tired but I know I'm not going anywhere. Its so easy to fight your feelings and write what you didn't want to write something about the universal flow and how it affects you how your stars have been so aligned recently and how they always were bus you just didn't notice. I sit in a state of wonderment and disgust as I am interrupted by a greedy old man with no money making his presence very known to me Just remind yoself help remind your self. I need another distraction to distract me from the pain of needing to eat and needing to steal and depending on millions of other people for my food. I need another distraction. The earth is quickly dying as I see it, but I know people who think otherwise. I should have stayed in Brazil. My friends just want to poison themselves with alcohol and I want to run away with my love but I left him in Brazil. I need to eat For many years I've obsessed over my corporeal form, my body. What it says about me. I can't get out of this.....its my way of dealing with my feelings. Its just in my being but I mean, I'm gonna end up tearing out to shreds I already know. I can't stay here with these demons eating at me. I see real I wish I had someone with me. Makes me feel like I need to eat something. Probably end up a pedophile like my dad Why doesn't anyone understand thoughts and feelings? This is pathetic. I wish I had someone with me I could be screaming but she wouldn't hear. Known her for years I just want to be with her again. No one can stop me if I just show up Its so hard to feel things. Its so hard to actually sense things. This world is set up for profit for invention and for narcissism!! Oh god what did I do I slept with my ex I slept with my ex he's a beacon of truth like me or a liar I don't really know Cause its not that straightforward at all I can't just read mounds so easily as I wish I could but I'm not bad when you compare me to most people. I think that my new haircut suits me . on nahrt okay my own energy reading is a little faulty. . A few days later and unrealized how badly I am conpartmentalizing things I wish I wasn't so emotionally cold but I believe I have to be this way to be an artist...that can't be true. ... Get up and talk to someone but it tires me what's so bad about being tired I can't ignore my bodily needs why does it make you tired because they only like to hear certain things and I have to think about it. Sometimes I write cause i don't know what else to do.. Like now...my head will hurt if I go talk to other people I'm just trying to maintain a high vibration no I'm serious this is town in doing it and I'm not belittling my mission no way I'm not gonna hurt myself I want to maintain a high vibration and sometimes its hard for me to do that when I talk to other people. But I can't let this exclude people from my reality because everyone is worthy of attention and love!!! Everyone is worthy of it and I'm not letting it go for all the money or all the fame in the world everyone's feelings matter sometimes I am the absolute worst when it comes to that. I want to message michael maybe he can distract me from my problems. Everryone does. He is different. He is just the same I knew I felt something strong with him I love his ambition and I want to see it develop and that means staying with him for a bit I want to see his ambition develop his!!I'm starting to think I gotta let go of that whole shit with sam, cause I don't really like being jealous. You know why my head really hurts? Cause I'm letting myself be alone too long . I'm obsessive is what I'm actually trying to say. I'm not sure who you think I am but I don't mind much. I'm not a cool person all I want from you is conversation and cuddles There's this black of my connection like I'm talking to a wall and not to michael I think I'm fucking up I could be talking to myself in various ways. Maybe his souls just close to mines anyway enough that it feels like I'm with myself? I'm aware of the seperateness but I really would rather live in the thought of we are all one soul
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