#shads is fine hes just having a nap

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 407: Wait Why Are You Running Away

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan figured out how to control his quirk upgrade and was totally chill and normal about it. Definitely not terrifying at all. He actually spent the entire chapter smiling and laughing like the wholesome little boy he is. I don’t know why Kid For One is so freaked out about it. He even politely introduced himself using his childhood nickname. Clearly he just wants to be friends with you, KFO!

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “sorry to keep you waiting, here’s the AFO and Yoichi flashback you ordered at long last” and proceeds to serve a nightmarish stew of HUMAN MISERY and RATS and STABBING and CARNAGE and SO MUCH MURDER and THE SINGLE MOST FUCKED-UP CASE OF CODEPENDENCY ANYONE HAS EVER WRITTEN. I was not even remotely prepared for any of this, and if anyone else claims that they were, I will call you a liar to your face. If this chapter had a mouth it would scream. Or just sob, ceaselessly and uncontrollably. I’m really glad Horikoshi is on break next week because that man needs to take a fucking nap. My god.

okay WOW

anyone else read the first two words and just immediately say to themselves, “oh okay, so it’s gonna be one of those chapters”? I mean, I guess we were due for a darker chapter after last week’s Kacchan Comedy Tour. but idk, I just wasn’t expecting “homeless sick prostitute with a drinking problem” levels of dark

AND SHE’S PREGNANT?!

what exactly is this manga rated again? doesn’t this backstory seem just a little bit raw for the impressionable kiddos??

has anyone actually checked in on Horikoshi recently? you know, just to make sure he is okay??

what a fun and wholesome manga this is

the lil baby arm covered in blood with the AFO hole on the palm. lying next to the dead mom hand. what an image to sear into our minds. I guess it’s been a while since he killed any dogs. gotta keep us on our toes somehow

also wasn’t expecting AFO and Yoichi to be twins! that puts an interesting spin on their relationship, because it’s usually a closer bond than even regular siblings. especially with all of that delightful shared trauma from a young age!!

yes, exactly

ohhhh this chapter is gonna hurt me, isn’t it. okay. ooooooookay. let’s do this

OH I’M SORRY, THERE’S MORE?!

Horikoshi my dude. you do realize that their mom dying in childbirth and the two of them just barely surviving and growing up as street orphans would have already been MORE than tragic enough, backstory-wise. you did not have to turn this into a freaking horror show with RATS TRYING TO EAT THEIR NEWBORN SELVES jesus christ

and THAT’S where you chose to put a one year timeskip?!

what the fuck am I reading here, you guys. no please tell me, I am actually desperate to understand

so the narrator is saying that some of the quirks manifested later in life, in “pubescent and pre-pubescent stages”, which is interesting because it’s the first time I can recall hearing about someone actually manifesting a quirk that late. maybe Deku’s old OFA cover story was more plausible than I realized

anyway so eventually it occurred to everyone that they should maybe freaking study this shit, idk. and eventually the researchers concluded that the superpowers came from a new gene that apparently isn’t human. and upon hearing that, society apparently lost its freaking mind. which is fascinating to me because it implies that the turning point wasn’t actually the superpowers themselves, but the realization of what it meant

like, so they were apparently fine with it when they thought it was a “mysterious disease”, but somehow it hit different when they learned it wasn’t actually a sickness at all, but instead the Next Step in Evolution. and it became an “us vs them” thing, as opposed to a “we have to cure these poor people” thing. damn

anyway so now Japan is a dystopia and we’re cutting to a big crowd of merc-looking dudes who are getting ready to attack some “meta freaks”, how lovely

but who is this figure in the shadows

I ask politely, as if it wasn’t already beyond obvious that this is AFO about to wreck some people’s shit

ohhhhh my god lmao

hopefully Katsuki and Deku can take the present day AFO out before he winds up looking like this. because this little fella is clearly demonic and idk if anyone can stop him

you all don’t understand. you need to run the fuck away right now

oh shit it’s already too late for them

it’s too late for any of us. it’s over. it’s all fucking over

((((；゜Д゜)))

AFO I am putting the manga down. I am backing away slowly with my hands in the air. I mean you no harm. please for the love of god have mercy

holy

“you see, we told you he wasn’t human” okay Scientific Research Group, you know what?? you win this round I guess

“HE WAS LITERALLY EVIL FROM BIRTH” HORIKOSHI SERIOUSLY ARE YOU OKAY??

HE WAS BORN AN ARROGANT BABY is literally the most terrifying sentence I have ever read

what the entire fuck

it’s a gorgeous sunny mid-November afternoon outside my window. but no matter how hard it tries, the light cannot reach this place

what kind of moron would throw a can of soda at him. officially the stupidest person we have ever seen in this manga

OH MY GOD OF COURSE IT’S HIM LMAO

(ETA: how come baby Yoichi has clothes that fit him perfectly but baby AFO is just stomping around wearing a tablecloth.)

BABY YOICHI. OH MY GOD. HOW THE HELL DID YOU GROW UP TO BE SANE AND KIND AND GOOD. THAT’S MY QUESTION THAT I NEED ANSWERED RIGHT NOW. YOU ARE LITERALLY A MIRACLE. YOU ARE AN IMPOSSIBILITY, DO YOU KNOW THAT

small and weak, but also so, so cute. all of the cuteness genes went straight to him. no wonder AFO was jealous

(ETA: just want to press pause for a second to speculate about what type of twins AFO and Yoichi are, since it has some relevance to the story, and especially to the OFA/AFO quirk lore. so! at first glance the two of them would appear to be fraternal twins, just based on the fact that they have very different appearances, and also the fact that Yoichi doesn’t have the AFO quirk – no holes in his hands, etc. identical twins are born from the same fertilized egg, so in theory they would both have the same sequence of DNA, which means Yoichi would have had the same quirk as AFO. but that doesn’t appear to be the case. so all of that points to them being fraternal, not identical.

on the other hand, there is one piece of evidence in this chapter that does support them being identical twins, and that’s the fact that per the narration, AFO absorbed most of the nutrients from their mother. a few minutes of google fu informed me that this condition is relatively rare, and only happens in cases where two twins share a placenta, which typically is only the case for identical twins. HOWEVER, for what it’s worth, there have also been rare instances where two fraternal twin placentas fuse together and become a single placenta. AND this apparently also increases the chances of one of the twins gaining more of the nutrients and causing the other twin to have a lower birth weight.

so based on the evidence here, my conclusion is that the two of them are most likely fraternal twins with a case of placental fusion. besides, you can’t tell me that stealing his baby brother’s placenta while the two of them are literally still in the womb doesn’t sound like exactly the type of BS that fetus!AFO would pull, lol.)

HEY!?!

okay?!?!?! well to be fair he did throw that soda at him

oh my god this is so fucked up. in like the best and worst way possible

I genuinely couldn’t ask for a better AFO backstory. it’s so incredibly twisted, and you actually do feel sorry for him. or at least I do. but it’s also beyond clear that this kid was FUCKED UP BEYOND ALL REASON right from the get go. zero goodness in him. literally doesn’t see other people as people. sees them as possessions only. things to rule over. not other thinking, feeling human beings. and that includes his own little brother

but. even if it’s not actually what I would call love, there’s still... attachment, there. it’s the closest he can get to actually caring about someone. guh. just, somehow they have both managed to humanize him, and at the same time made him less human than ever. this manga, man. this fucking manga, though

lmao and here we go. Captain Hero

you know, all those times that I made fun of AFO for not knowing how to read, I never suspected that the twist in his backstory would be that he LITERALLY DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO READ dfksjdlfkjslkdf

but seriously though. because Yoichi appears to be self-taught, and I can’t see AFO having the patience for that, and CLEARLY no one else was around to teach him, sooooo...

oh my goodness it’s actually getting wholesome up in here

what a good fucking boy. poor AFO. fuck me, I can’t help it. it’s not your fault you’re the world’s greatest monster you poor bastard

now we’re cutting to THREE YEARS LATER. okay

is he going to declare war on the glowing baby

typical teenager concerned about nothing but likes and view counts. AFO you would be so much happier if you stopped worrying about all of that and just focused on your own growth

oh, lol. well that was quick

(ETA: r.i.p. Damien.)

“this guy had more instagram followers than me. so I killed him” honey. sweetie pie. you need therapy

omfg

all this time I was wondering who AFO’s middle school lit teacher was who had failed so spectacularly at teaching him reading comprehension. and it was YOICHI ALL ALONG. omg

“and, presumably, that’s how it always was and always will be.” dude. can you imagine listening to AFO’s oral book report on A Tale of Two Cities. “ahem. it was the Best of Times. the end” buddy noooooooo

it was at that moment when Yoichi knew, etc. etc.

oh my GOD I scrolled down to the next panel right after this one and I just IMMEDIATELY DIED LAUGHING

“WAS IT SOMETHING I SAID” ffffffffffffffff I fucking can’t omfg

NOW THIS HUSSY IS STEALING HIS BROTHER AWAY FROM HIM NOOOOOOO

HE’S HIS!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!! THAT’S NOT ALLOWED!!!

oh my god the hands. so wait, is this just the standard symbolic BnHA handholding, or are there More Levels To This. when exactly did Yoichi pass OFA on to Kudou. like is that why the sudden close-up and all that? omg

WHAT!!!!

OH THAT’S THE END, HUH? THAT’S THE END RIGHT THERE, AND THAT’S JUST HOW IT IS. I SEE. OKAY THEN. EXCUSE ME WHILE I PUT MY LAPTOP DOWN AND GO INTO THE NEXT ROOM AND SCREAM INTO A PILLOW

oh my god. and break next week too. this is what you guys have been dealing with this entire time huh. I understand your feelings now. godfuckingdammit lmao

#bnha 407 #all for one #shigaraki yoichi #ofa the first #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[author-main]

I fully believe that Shad will say some of the nastiest, most deranged shit to Twilight and he can't tell anyone because who would believe him? "Shad said that? The prude researcher? Surely not." It drives Twi insane cause he has a running list of every thing like that he's said and can't share it with anyone.

It's fine thought because Twilight can tell him some of the craziest stories known to man that has happened to him but no one can confirm or deny his claims.

Sometimes Twilight just randomly remembers Shad is his partner and gets really giddy. Doesn't matter how long they've been together, he does it every single time he remembers.

Twilight gives me "has so many tummy issue vibes" so Shad usually has something on hand that will help with any of that stuff. He also reminds Twi quite often about what will make him sick (Wether his warnings work or not is an entirely different issue)

They go on walks together often and they always take like, an hour or more not because they walk a long time, but because Twi has to pet every dog, cat, or animal that will let him on the way.

One of their most common argument is wether or not Twilight can befriend any animal he can come across. Shad thinks, no, of course not, and Twilight is like, so close to going out into the woods with some honey and the determination to befriend a bear.

They both have the worlds most messed up sleeping schedule but Twilight naps during the day while Shad does not.

Twi's eyes reflect light in the dark like a cats. Sometimes he just standing the the dark kitchen when they are both still awake at night and waits for Shad to come in to scare him. Shad is mostly desensitized to it, but it gets him sometimes.

When arguing over something minor and not really serious they will always use pet names like "Darlings" "My love" and "My dearest one". "My dearest one" is reserved for when the argument is getting a little too heated.

I could do this for like, hours, so enjoy these.

Keep going (if you want)

I actually remember drawing a short comic where Shad finds Twi in the middle of the night with his eyes reflecting.

#author's ask box

[piers-wifey]

A summery of the things that happened last day/night on my brother's pre-birthday party:

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- Everyone was chilling with some hookah and beers/cocktails while eating pizza

- A few hours later, at 11 pm, my brother got the Tequila which was gone within 15-20 minutes at best

- At 12, we congratulated him and he, as well as some of his friends, began to jump around

- Two minutes later, our best friend, whom we'll call Headbutt buddy 1 from now on, was lying on the grass

- He and Headbutt Buddy 2 accidentally headbutted each other. At least that's what I've been told. I didn't see what happened, cuz I was smoking and standing with my back to them

- Twenty minutes later, Headbutt Buddy 1 and the bucket were besties

- Headbutt Buddy 2, who seemed fine at first, suddenly started speaking Spanish with us and did so for the next two and a half hours

- Headbutt Buddy 2 also found a random stick - from which I still don't know where he got it from, cuz we have no trees in our garden - and began poking the grass and walking around like a drunk old man. He also used it to spin around and nearly fell twice

- To my question from where he got the fucking stick from, he answered with something in Spanish from the other side of the garden

- Meanwhile my brother was with Headbutt Buddy 1 and looked after him while he was still 'watering the plants'

- Headbutt Buddy 2 then randomly ran out of the garden (with the stick) and I had to run after him and drag him back. I also took the stick from him because he was also pretending to be a caveman on the hunt for mammoths

- Headbutt Buddy 2 then went over to my brother and Headbutt Buddy 1 and talked to them in Spanish, to which my brother (who was tipsy, obviously) replied with "Oui oui!" while Headbutt Buddy 1, in between burps and barfs, began to curse in Russian

- Another one of our friends, lets just call him "K", began speaking Portuguese with Headbutt Buddy 2 in an attempt to somehow communicate with him

- Me, completely tired of everyone's bullshit and still trying to grasp what the fuck was happening here, smoked one cig after the other together with "K"

- Headbutt Buddy 2 also texted "K" and my brother in Spanish and even called "K" even though he was sitting right in front of him. (After pretending to be on a call with someone)

- An hour later, Headbutt Buddy 1, who was still tag teamed by Queen Lizzy and Prince Philip in the Gulag, had to be carried by my brother to his dad's car, who my brother had called. (He's 18 and therefore allowed to drink, so don't worry. He isn't a minor)

- A few minutes later, Headbutt Buddy 2 decided to go bonkers again. I told "K" to throw him to the ground and sit on him til he calmed down again. But it backfired and "K" was the one on the ground and Headbutt Buddy 2, who was free now, ran into the shad and just stood there, staring out of the window like a total maniac

- I shoved Headbutt Buddy 2 to the arbour where he took a twenty minutes power nap on the bench

- After he got up, he spoke German again and told us he was just pranking us. (At this point; however, we thought he had hurt his head and even considered calling an ambulance)

- At 3 am, we all took a nap on the benches and chairs and about 4, "K" and his girlfriend went home

- My brother and Headbutt Buddy 2 then drank a few more drinks and about 6:30, they both went for another nap. Headbutt Buddy 2 on the bench and my brother, for some reason, on the grass

- I took the opportunity and began to clean up the garden. I also checked in on the "Schnapsleichen" every now and then. (Btw, that's what we call a person who had a few drinks too much and is now passed out. It literally translates to "Schnapps corpse"/ "Booze corpse")

- At 7:30, Headbutt Buddy 2 woke up and went home. I then tried to wake up my brother and nearly dislocated my shoulder while rolling him around

- Luckily, our Ma picked us up and after trying to figure out what locks my dad uses for the arbour, my brother, who was drunk af, suddenly began to talk about old and mouldy baguettes. I tried to explain to him that I've gotten rid of the baguettes and that we were trying to figure out which locks we have to use, but he kept talking about the baguettes. After two minutes of us arguing and him yelling about the mouldy baguettes (which we didn't have) I told him to get up and go to the car, to which he replied with “Fine, if you want to keep the mouldy baguettes, do it. I don't care!”

And to make things funnier: He doesn't even remember the conversation. And I regret not recording him, lmao.

Anyway, this is how my entire Saturday and nearly half of my Sunday went. The whole event has been one hell of a wild ride, lol.

Also, events/evenings like these are what gives me inspiration for my S.T.A.R.S. shitposts. Especially when it comes to the single braincell trio.

#Piers talks #I'm also running on three hours of sleep and can't go to bed now. Otherwise I'd screw myself over even more

[nottheweirdest]

Sonadowtober Day 11: Picnic

When a first date gives you lemons you...

Have a picnic of course!!! :-P

I had fun being goofy with this one, but it's also sweet ;-). Read below or on Ao3!

“I still can’t believe he said yes.”

Amy smiled without looking up from straightening her best friend’s tie. “Of course he did.”

Sonic felt his stomach twist. “Oh, I’m gonna be sick....”

“You’ll be fine.”

“How do you know?”

Amy stood back and booped his nose. “I was right about Shadow, wasn’t I? He said yes, didn’t he?”

Sonic rubbed his nose and glared at his pink friend before turning to face his reflection. He shifted his shoulders under his new blazer uncomfortably. “What if he thinks it’s just a friendly dinner? What if he’s not actually into me? What if I just made him feel so weird he had to say yes?”

Amy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as her green eyes met Sonic’s in the mirror. “Does Shadow strike you as the kind of person to do anything if he didn’t really want to?”

“Well… no, but--”

“No buts! Plus, you’re taking him to the Olive Garden, so he has to know it’s a date.”

“I plan to woo him with never ending pasta bowls and breadsticks.”

“You’re gonna woo him right into a nap with all those carbs.”

Sonic laughed, nerves momentarily eased by his friend’s teasing support. He glanced down at his communicator and cringed. “Nerts! I gotta get goin’!”

“Wait!” Amy called out, darting to her purse. She pulled out a roll of mints and handed them to him. “Just in case. Can’t have your first kiss reek of garlic.”

Red blossomed across Sonic’s face, but he awkwardly snagged the mints and slid them into his quills.

Just in case.

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Much to Sonic’s surprise, he arrived before Shadow. He paced the building’s stucco exterior, ignoring the buzz of traffic that traversed the city streets around him. He didn’t think he’d ever felt so nervous. This changed everything. A date. With Shadow! His enemy, his rival, his ally, his… friend?

He’d never been entirely sure where he stood with the broody hybrid, but one thing was for certain. He’d been head over heels for the other since almost the very beginning of their complicated and ever changing relationship. He just hadn’t realized until Amy stated the obvious.

That had been a fun conversation….

“Hedgehog.”

Sonic whipped around, heart coming to a full and complete stop because… Shadow looked amazing. If Shadow was gorgeous normally, in a suit he was jaw droppingly beautiful.

And with that thought, Sonic realized his jaw actually had dropped and his mouth was hanging open like a fool. He snapped it closed and cleared his throat. “Hey, Shadow. You look, um, nice!”

Shadow actually dropped his gaze for a moment, pulling at his suit jacket’s sleeve. “You as well,” he said finally.

“An actual compliment? No insults?” Sonic teased.

Crimson eyes narrowed. “I’m sure you’ll give me a reason to insult you shortly.”

Sonic grinned despite the agent’s words and motioned for Shadow to follow him to the double doors that led to the restaurant. “Have a little faith, Shads! Besides-- Oh….”

“Oh what?”

Sonic pointed at the sign taped to the establishment’s door and cringed. “They’re closed. They ran out of soup and salad.”

Shadow turned toward the blue hedgehog, irritated and about to throw an insult, but stopped when he saw how deflated the hero appeared. He softened before grabbing Sonic’s arm and pulling him down the sidewalk.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

“Getting us food.”

Sonic’s legs finally caught up with Shadow’s pulling and the agent released him, both stepping into a run. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

“A surprise?”

The striped hedgehog shot him a dry look as they shot toward the city limits in unison. Sonic grinned and let it go. Truth was… he’d follow Shadow anywhere. Surprise or not.

A handful of seconds later the duo slowed, moving into a walk as they approached a gleaming red food truck. A middle aged man popped his head over the counter and grinned, waving wildly. “Shadow! Good to see ya!”

Sonic watched in awe as an actual real life smile made its way across Shadow’s face. “Carl,” the agent said with a tip of his head.

“Want your usual?”

Shadow nodded. “And a few extra things. A torta ahogada and two orders of esquites, and a grape soda.”

The man jotted everything down and then handed the paper off to another who manned the kitchen. He leaned forward and gestured toward Sonic. “I see you’ve brought a friend. Bringing us business, eh, Shadow?”

“I imagine he’ll be back after this.”

The man waved to Sonic who had moved up beside Shadow. “Be sure he shares his pozole sopa,” the man, Carl apparently, said. “And then you come back and see us. Okay, hero?”

Sonic laughed, amused by the man’s warm demeanor. “You got it.”

“It’s on the house then!”

Shadow frowned and shook his head. “Carl--”

“You tell him to do what he’s told,” Carl said, looking at Sonic, but jerking his thumb at Shadow. “If anyone can make him listen, it’s the Hero of Mobius.”

“Don’t worry,” Sonic grinned, “I’ll keep him in line.”

Dark ears pinned back, arms crossing over his chest. “We’ll see about that, hedgehog.”

Carl laughed and disappeared to gather their food, returning a minute later with a drink carrier and large bag of food. “You boys enjoy your meal! We’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“You bet!” Sonic agreed, grabbing the bag while Shadow accepted their drinks. “Thank you!”

“Least we can do for two heroes!”

Shadow seemed taken aback for a moment, his normal stoicism overwhelmed momentarily by surprise at a title he rarely, if ever, heard in reference to himself. Sonic smiled softly to himself as they left the food truck. He’d be sure to set the other straight. Shadow should know exactly how remarkable he was.

“There’s a park with a small seating area,” Shadow said, tipping his head forward. “We can eat there.”

Sonic nodded, mouth watering at the delicious smells that wafted from the bag. “This smells amazing… How long you been going there?”

Shadow shrugged. “A few years.”

“And you’re just now sharing!?”

“I wasn’t sure you ate anything besides chili dogs until you mentioned Olive Garden.”

“I eat other things!” Sonic mumbled defensively.

Shadow raised an eyebrow. “I guess we’ll find out. We’re here.”

The park wasn’t huge, just a small green area along a man made pond with a handful of gazebos and a small playground. In the dark water a pair of mallards paddled between lily pads whose flowers had already come and gone, heads occasionally breaking the surface and dipping down in search of food.

The duo of black and blue walked the single path that wound through the park, stopping once or twice to admire the butterfly bushes and native wildflowers that were made picturesque in the golden hues of fading light.

Finally Shadow sighed in frustration. “All the tables are taken.”

Sonic shrugged as they walked by the last gazebo. “No big deal!” He stopped and walked off the path, setting their food down in the grass at the edge of the pond.

“What are you doing?”

The cobalt male shrugged off his fancy new suit jacket and spread it on the ground facing the sunset. “Having a picnic!”

Shadow furrowed his brows and looked at Sonic like he was crazy. “You’ll ruin your blazer.”

“So?” Sonic said, loosening his tie and patting the vacant fabric right beside him. “I’m not much for fancy clothes anyway.”

A corner of Shadow’s mouth lifted. “That makes two of us.” He sat their drinks down and slipped off his own suit jacket, laying it on the ground next to Sonic’s.

“Do you have to wear them often? For G.U.N.?” Sonic asked as he unpacked their dinner.

“More often than I’d like.”

“For what it's worth… you look amazing in a suit.”

With the warmth provided by the sun it was hard to tell if the pink tinge to Shadow’s muzzle was heat or a blush, but Sonic decided to go with the latter. “I’m glad you said yes,” he said softly. “I really didn’t think you would.”

Shadow looked up from his sandwich and shook out a napkin, wiping his mouth politely. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Sonic took a sip of his soda and picked up his torta ahogada, realizing Shadow had nailed it when he’d ordered for him. It was delicious. He took another bite before explaining. “I didn’t think you liked me at all, let alone romantically. And I didn’t know if you were even into guys…”

“I didn’t know you were.”

Sonic let out a short laugh through a mouthful, repeating Shadow’s words. “That makes two of us.”

Shadow cocked his head in confusion, reaching for their street corn and handing Sonic his portion. “I don’t understand.”

“Well, I didn’t really… understand what I was feeling? I guess? Amy’s the one who pointed it out.”

“Rose? Who’s had her eyes on you since--”

“Yeah, I know. Weird, but she’s the one who pushed me to ask you out.”

Shadow grew thoughtful, taking smaller bites of food and watching the pair of mallards out on the water bob and swim in synchrony, never drifting too far from the other’s side. It was just like him and Sonic. No matter the situation, no matter the battle, the fight, the catastrophe, it didn’t matter. They were subtly conscious of the other constantly when in each other’s presence.

“You okay?” Sonic asked, waving his hand in front of Shadow’s face.

Crimson eyes refocused on his palm before narrowing. “I’ve always liked you. In fact, I was drawn to you the moment we met.”

“You were?”

Shadow turned to answer, but then stopped, sputtering for a moment before breaking into laughter.

Sonic froze, stunned. He’d never heard Shadow laugh before. Never. It was the most beautiful, endearing sound he’d ever heard and he found himself grinning broadly in response.

Oddly enough that only seemed to make Shadow laugh harder.

“What?” Sonic asked, looking over his shoulder. “What’d I miss?”

“You,” Shadow wheezed, “have an obscene amount of cilantro in your teeth.”

Sonic paled, hand immediately covering his mouth, face flushing with embarrassment. “Oh, Chaos,” he mumbled through his glove. He ran his tongue over his teeth several times and took a swig of soda. “Did I get it?” He showed his teeth.

Shadow leaned back on his hands, belting out more laughter with a shake of his head. “Not even close.”

Sonic repeated the actions he’d already taken, so focused on his embarrassment that he didn’t see Shadow’s face soften, his eyes warming with something just past friendship. Something without a name for the moment, but powerful all the same.

It was the foundation of something. Something strong and beautiful. Something epic and whimsical.

Something marvelously magical.

#sonadowtober #sonadow #are these getting longer? #why can't i just keep thing short?! #I blame hedgie brain rot #first dates gone wrong gone right #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #my writing #fanficiton

[another-sonic-blog]

That Makes Us Two: Chapter 4: Sleep

Finally, they had some proper rest. After the previous day, Shadow and Amy needed a few hours of sleep.

Especially Shadow

Strangely, and as to her conclusion, Amy didn't feel tired on the least and this was only because she was in Shadow's body.

Being the Ultimate Life Form, Shadow's body didn't need sleep to function properly. However, just for the pleasure of it, his body would oblige and get a nap.

For the first in his life, as inside being Amy's body, Shadow was utterly exhausted. He had to admit, that it was nice, to feel this normal.

Just normal.

It was day time when had arrived at their next destination. This time, Shadow knew where they were going and guided Amy through the whole flight time. Once they landed on land, and settle in their tents, Shadow had told Amy one thing only before drifting into sleep.

"Do not...I repeat...Do NOT touch anything...wait for me to wake up."Amy nodded as she was more fascinated by the place than worried by Shadow's words.

As Shadow went to sleep, Amy waited outside. Looking around the Island she noticed blue and hot pink trees, something that she had never seen before. Plants and flowers that weren't written on the books she had read before; animals and insects that that were alienated yet cosmically beautiful.

No wonder why this place was called "Dream Island"

Shadow said to not touch anything, but he didn't say she couldn't go exploring, right?

Is everything went alright, she didn't have to see an angry Shadow today.

Amy walked slowly as to not wake up Shadow. She made sure that she was far away from the camp before she began running.

She ran as fast as she could getting the adrenaline through her body. The feeling was amazing, the feeling of being able to go where-ever you wanted, whenever you wanted...that feeling of power, of being on top of the world...

She appreciated it, but it wasn't for her.

She liked taking her time. Appreciating each fragment in life, all living things, small or big. She liked going slow and steady, enjoying each moment, savoring it slowly.

She had now realized how different she was from Sonic.

and she wonders if Shadow felt the same.

She walked some more and as clumsy as she is, she stumbles upon a large and thick tree root. She laid on her tummy for a while thinking how lucky she was that she was in Shadow's body. She felt fine and was ready to stand up, but as soon as she held her head up she noticed a large mushroom in front of her...and the mushroom had eyes, a mouth, and small hands and feet.

"Oro"

"AAAAHHHHHHH!"

Her loud scream was heard all the way to the camp.

"I told her to not touch anything", Shadow mumbled as he woke up from his slumber. He quickly stood up and got out of his tent. He looked around the area but didn't find Amy anywhere near the camp. Shadow then, ran towards the scream.

Amy stumble as she felt sleep take over her. She could hear a river nearby and decided to go there to clean herself up a bit before she went back to the camp. The giant Mushroom had thrown at her face some kind of yellow powder, kinda like pollen. It covered all of her body and she was beginning to feel itchy about it...and sleepy too for some reason.

She had finally made it to the river and washed her face with the cold water, hoping that maybe, that way her sleepiness could go away.

She looked at her reflection on the water.

Well, more like Shadow's reflection.

Dammit...he is attractive.

She thought as she appreciated Shadow's features more. He had beautiful red-colored eyes, his face was delicate where it needed to be but strong at the same time. Perfect teeth, and if he tried a little bit more; the perfect smile. It wasn't only his face, but his body as well. Slender and fit, not too bulky, just perfect. Every aspect of his physic was well balanced and-

WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT HIM?!

She already had a boyfriend, a secret one on the least, Sonic. There was no one but him in her heart. Now and forever.

She loved him very dearly since they were kids and now they were finally together. She loved him and he loved her.

Right?

Amy laid down on the grass as she drifted on her thoughts, looking at the blue wide sky.

Sonic...

Sonic...

Sonic...

Shad-

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Shadow swore that she was going to give a piece of his mind to the pink one once he finds her. He kept looking all over the place, and even went back to the camp several times.

Didn't she know how annoying it was to walk?

And the pain it was to run?

As the Ultimate Life Form, if Shadow wanted to go somewhere, he just ran. Front and back without getting tired. Now he had to worry about keeping a constant breathing pattern if he didn't want to get tired too fast.

It was just so annoying being a normal Mobian.

After walking some more, he had finally found her.

Sleeping.

Now she's really going to get it.

Making him worried and panic, he was really about to start screaming her name and she dared to be asleep?

Not like he cared enough about her to do that, no, this girl was as worth as trash to him. Yeah, she didn't matter at all, but that wasn't the case right now,

Who in the world did this girl think she was?

Shadow decided to have good use of the River. He was going to wake up Amy in the worst way. He mustered up all of the strength and rolled her to the river.

Wow, I am heavy. I should work out more.

He thought as he successfully placed Amy on the river with aloud 'Splash!'

He waited for her to start screaming at him, angry and irritated.

He waited a few seconds.

And a few more

"SH*T!"

Shadow jumped to the river and as he tried to pick up Amy, he struggled way too much. Her whole body was wet and the water and its current made it difficult for him to raise her.

He got desperate, this was supposed to be a stupid prank. This wasn't supposed to escalate so drastically.

Why in the world she hasn't woken up?"

Finally, Shadow felt Amy's body being lifted by an unknown force. He was too concentrated on getting out of the water himself that he hadn't noticed that a local Villager had come to help him.

Shadow finally got out of the water and sighed in relief to see that Amy was breathing.

"Seems like I got here at the right time." The villager said as he looked at Shadow.

"Yes...Yes, you did."

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Shadow well knew Dream Village, a few years back, he had lived within the community. Everyone knew him, and so, the whole village showed concern when the body of Shadow the hedgehog was brought up to the Queen of the Village. Of course, no one knew that the one inside Shadow's body was Amy.

The doors of the castle open as he recognizes an old friend running towards them.

"What happened? What did you do to him?" The Queen asked Shadow angrily, unaware that she was, in fact, talking to Shadow himself.

"There's a lot of things I have to tell you, Elena."

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"So, you switched bodies with the pink one? She is trapped in your body and you are trapped in hers?", Elena asked Shadow. They were both on a bedroom, watching Amy sleep. Shadow in one corner of the room, arms crossed; he placed his right foot on the wall to be more comfortable. Elena the fox, Queen of Dream Village, delicately sat on a chair next to the black hedgehog's body.

"Yes, and now for some reason, she can't wake up."

"Doctors have told me she must have scared a Yume Mushroom, making it release a powder that makes you sleep."

"Is it curable?"

"Yes"

"Well, will you tell me what's the cure?"

"First answer me something" Elena stood up from her chair and walked across the room towards Shadow. "Why did you come back?"

"To get our bodies back, we need to find the broken pieces and put them back together to form the Purple Gem...and we know one of the pieces is here," Shadow said as he looked at the red fox on the eyes.

"So...you didn't come back for me?", She questioned.

"If I had come because of you, believe me, I wouldn't show up in this body." Shadow tried to move away but Elena had grabbed him by the arm, making him look to her blue gaze.

"I don't care in what body you are..." Elena took a few seconds to get closer to his face. " You could stay like this and be with me...you know that I never cared if its a boy or a girl, it's you who I like...and your friend's body is not bad. Actually, is pretty above average, a very beautiful hedgehog indeed."

"I am honored your majesty, but", Shadow was finally able to break free from her grasp. He walked towards Amy's bed. " I don't feel comfortable in this body, I would very much like my body back...so, could you please tell me how to wake up Amy and give me the broken fragment of the Purple Gem?"

"Being on the wrong body...is something I had to live with since I was small, so I know what you must feel like...Fine, I'll give you the piece of the broken Purple Gem but under one condition..." Elena had changed her go flirty attitude to a more serious one. "Once you put the Purple Gem back together and have returned to your body, bring me the Purple Gem...there's something I must do with it."

"Yes, my Queen."

Shadow didn't bow but smiled at his old friend. Shadow had to confess that she was probably the only person who had his respect. She had helped him localize all the Chaos Emerald before without asking a single question, she had confided in him and him in her. They had a long history together that it would be too long to describe in a single paper.

Elena smiled back. "Well, the only way to wake up your friend is...with a kiss."

"I didn't you as one to joke around," Shadow said.

"That's because I don't make jokes." Elena simply said. She knew she had lost the battle as soon as she Shadow's worried face. Shadow could have been a great friend to her, but not even once in their years of friendship had Shadow showed such emotion towards her or anyone.

The pink one must be changing him and for the better.

"...Fine." Shadow didn't want to think too much about it. It was just a kiss, just lips against lips...nothing more. No feelings were needed.

So then, why was his heart beating so fast?

For Chaos' sake, it was just the pink brat, why was he getting so nervous for?

Come on Shadow, just do it!

He was slowly getting closer and closer to her face, he closed his eyes as soon as he felt her breathing coming out of her nose. Any minute now, their lips would touch...just right now.

"PERVERT!"

Shadow felt Amy's hammer hit against his head, making him fall to the floor.

"WHAT THE HECK ROSE, I WAS TRYING TO WAKE YOU UP!", Shadow said as he quickly stood up from the floor, facing her.

"YOU WERE GOING TO KISS ME WHILE I WAS ASLEEP!" Amy said screaming at him, rapidly standing from her bed.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Shadow..." Elena had an evil smile on her face. "Before entering the room, I had sent a knight to kiss Amy and she woke up...that still doesn't explain why she was asleep when we entered."

"YOU WERE EAVESDROPPING ON US!", Shadow exclaimed.

"IT WASN'T LIKE THERE WAS ANYTHING WORTH EAVESDROPPING ON! IT WAS JUST YOU BEING A HORNY TEENAGER!",Amy turned her face away from the black hedgehog, not wanting to show her anger.

"YOU LITTLE BRAT, I SHOULD HAVE LEFT YOU SLEEP FOREVER!"

"YOU NEED ME TO SWITCH BODIES BACK, IDIOT!"

Elena smiled to herself.

She had made the right choice

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"Can you pass me the water?" Shadow asked Amy as it was his turn to pilot the Tornado.

"Why don't you ask Elena, I am sure she would love to give it to you.", Amy said with a mocking face.

"Thanks to her we got one broken piece of the Purple Gem, food and a warm bed and you are angry at her? What did she do to you?"

"It's not like you would understand, you guys move your tails whenever a beautiful girl passes by." Amy kept looking at the sea, even to her it was strange to get this angry.

"Are you...jealous?",Shadow asked.

Amy snapped her head to look at him. "Me? Jealous? I-I, no! Don't get confused idio-

"Because that's good! Now you know how it feels!", Shadow said without thinking.

"What?"

"Whenever I walk around the Villages, guys look at my body, your body! I can't help but want to punch them in the face and-"

Shoot.

Shadow realized that he had been talking none stop. That his thoughts came out of his mouth without him noticing. He looked at Amy who had an evident tint of pink on her cheeks. "Not like I am jealous! I couldn't care less, I just hate everybody and want to punch everyone just because! This is me just looking for excuses to punch everyone!"

Shadow began to panic, his had begun to sweat and Amy still had no response whatsoever.

"UHG, JUST FORGET WHAT I SAID...JUST FORGET IT... I HATE YOU DAMMIT!

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A T’Challa Fic: Keisha’s Way (ch. 4)

It’s been a minute, but I’m finally updating. I hope I can be more consistent. I’m prepping for a doctoral program and it’s kicking my ass.

Catch up on previous chapters: Keisha’s Way Series

When Kevin Lane popped up in any situation, time stood still. His presence alone was toxic. He never smiled and his serious demeanor was quite intimidating. Especially to his children and wife who had to deal with him on a day to day basis.

Mr. Lane didn’t even take the time to meet T’Challa before asking him to leave. Confused and embarrassed, Keisha opened her apartment door to find Naomi napping on her couch.

“Naomi, get up,” he yelled, shaking the young woman awake. “She comes down here to visit you and you’re out with some boy?”

Keisha was fuming. Hate was a strong word but it fit the way she felt about her father. For as long as she could remember, he was an evil man. Well-respected by many, but cruel to the people he was supposed to love and protect.

“Naomi, pack your shit and let’s go,” Kevin repeated, grabbing his youngest daughter’s arm and pulling her up from the couch.

“Hey, you don’t need to touch her like that,” Keisha stepped in between the two, taking a protective stance in front of her sister. “She’s fine where she is, no need to leave until she’s ready.”

“I’m the parent, move Keisha,” the father said through clenched teeth. He and Keisha were alike in many ways. They were both stubborn and probably brave in moments when they should back down. “This is my child. She’s coming home, period.”

“No, she’s staying here as long as she pleases. You can’t pop up in my place with orders,” Keisha replied, not budging. “What are you doing here anyway? You didn’t call and mama didn’t say anything about you stopping by.”

“Keisha it’s okay, I’ll go,” Naomi stated, hanging her head. Seeing how much her father despised her sister hurt. It was one thing she didn’t understand. In order to keep slight peace, Naomi agreed to return to California with her father. “Let me go pack my things.”

Naomi disappeared into the bathroom, leaving her father and sister alone. Kevin Lane turned his attention back to Keisha, “I’m the parent. Remember that,” he spat.

Within five minutes, Naomi was packed and walking out the door.

Since her father’s surprise visit, Keisha hadn’t talked to T’Challa. For one, she was embarrassed about how her father treated him. Plus, she didn’t want to open up about their toxic relationship and how home didn’t feel like home. She closed herself off and focused on school and her new job at the bookstore near campus.

Days went by before Damita showed up outside Keisha’s apartment, demanding answers about why she was being anti-social. Damita knew Keisha wasn’t particularly close with her parents, but she didn’t know the extent of their damaged relationships.

“So you just gone be a ghost now? Where have you been,” Damita questioned, barging into the apartment. “T’Challa said he hasn’t talked to you since the other night? He spook you or something?” The woman could talk a mile a minute and questions were flying out of her mouth like a used car salesman.

“I’ve been busy,” Keisha sighed, closing the door behind Damita. “Trying to stay on top this work and I started a new job.” One thing about Damita was her ability to see through bullshit and Keisha knew that.

“Is it a coincidence that your daddy was here and now you’re acting funny,” Damita pressed, tilting her head. “Because when that nigga pops up, you start trippin out.”

It was true. Kevin had that much of an effect on his daughter. Keisha closed herself off from the rest of the world to soak in her sorrows and pain alone. She hated when people felt sorry for her which is why Damita only knew vague details about Keisha’s life at home.

“I’m good, D,” Keisha replied, returning to the kitchen to grab her cup of Ramen from the microwave. “He was stopping by to get Naomi and tripped out about me going out while she was here. No big deal.”

“If it was no big deal, why you closing yourself up in this small ass apartment,” the friend pressed. “Nobody has heard from you in days but it’s no big deal.  I’m not trying to get up in your business but what’s going on? For real, for real?”

Clearly, Damita wasn’t giving up and Keisha was running out of excuses. Feeling defeated, Keisha plopped down on the sofa with her noodles. Her appetite had vanished within a matter of three minutes.

“My daddy isn’t dad of the year and he came here trippin’ like he normally does when it comes to me. It’s a lot to explain and I honestly don’t have the energy to get into it right now. It’s draining,” Keisha admitted. “That man hates my guts because I’m an ‘embarrassment’ to the family.”

“Is there anything I need to do? He isn’t putting his hands on you is he? Is your sister okay,” Damita questioned, ready to defend her best friend if she was called upon.

Keisha shook her head, “No. I’d rather he hit my ass. At least then I’d know how much he hates my existence. Naomi is in a better position than I ever was, but if she becomes someone other than what they want, she’s dead to them too.”

The entire situation with her parents had shaped Keisha into who she was currently. What they called tough love was emotional abuse. Abuse that Keisha had soaked up and carried into her adult life.When it came to the men she chose to welcome into her life or what she allowed, it all went back to how she was treated by her father.

The Lanes’ were the black, wealthy family that lived in predominately white neighborhoods. They played golf with the Teds and Johns of the Country Club, while sending their children to top ranked high schools, and joined every prestigious club around the city. Everything appeared perfect, but to the people living within the Lane household. Kevin was unfaithful, Gina was a perfectionist who never accepted anything outside perfection and their two daughters were scarred by their parents.

When Keisha was 15-years-old, she got pregnant by one of the boys outside of their cookie cutter neighborhood. Her parents immediately forced her to get an abortion to avoid the embarrassment of having a teenage mom. Dr. Kevin Lane had too much to lose as far as his reputation. Since then, Keisha’s parents had been distant and often negligent of their eldest daughter.

“Girl, I’m sorry,” Damita shook her head, sadness etched on her features. “That’s fucked up.” The two fell silent for a few seconds before Damita added, “You know I’m here for you whenever you need me. And I mean that.”

“Thanks D, glad I have someone in my corner,” Keisha said, resting her head on Damita’s shoulder.

Like many times before, Keisha had a weak moment and used the wrong people to cure it. Calling her ex-boyfriend Rashad was never a good idea but she resorted to it anyway.

Rashad wasted no time being the cocky brotha he was from day one. Donning a Pan-African flag t-shirt, jeans and gold-rimmed glasses, he looked like he was about to stomp the yard at any second.

“Wassup baby,” he crooned, biting his lip as he entered the apartment. Keisha’s gaze followed his to her breasts before she closed the door behind them.

“Hey Shad,” she smiled meekly. He knew what she had called him for and somehow he didn’t mind being a booty call.

“I’m shocked you called me, ma. Been acting like you too good for a dude,” Rashad replied, wrapping a strong arm around her waist. “Good to see you though.”

“Dude, shut up. Nobody is acting too good for your ass,” Keisha answered, rolling her eyes at the statement. “Maybe I didn’t want your behind in my space at the moment.”

“Oh, really,” Rashad quizzed, his gold tooth gleaming against his white teeth. “What changed your mind?”

“Needed company.” And dick. “You want a soda or anything,” Keisha offered, not wanting to seem too obvious with her need for a little TLC.

“Yeah, I’ll take one,” he answered, making himself comfortable on the couch. He sat with his legs wide, watching Keisha move around the kitchen. “That ass is looking real fat, ma.”

“Is that the first thing you see when you come around me?” Knowing the answer to this question, Keisha didn’t even give Rashad time to answer. “Anything else you want while I’m in here? Honey bun, chips?”

“Nah, the soda is good.”

A few minutes later, Keisha joined Rashad on the couch where they watched the new episode of Martin. Just a couple of minutes into the episode, Rashad was already resting his hand on her upper thigh. His fingers massaged the soft flesh, sending tiny shocks to Keisha’s center. She glanced over at her ex-lover. He wasn’t too bad on the eyes, she supposed. Those thick lips and deep dimples were her weakness. Sensing he was being watched, Rashad licked his lips while keeping his eyes on the TV. His hand moved to the inside of Keisha’s thigh, the heat from her pussy gracing his fingers. He spent a few seconds massaging the skin there before finally moved between her thighs.

The thin fabric of her boy shorts soaked immediately and it was no secret Rashad’s simple touch was the cause. Rashad turned his attention to his hand, then to Keisha’s face as she closed her eyes in anticipation. “So this is what you called me over for, huh,” he teased, his index finger pushing the thin fabric to the side. Moisture hit his fingers, an indication that he was doing his job simply by just being there.

Dipping his fingers inside her thick folds, Rashad watched Keisha’s expression go from solemn to one of pleasure. Her lips parted as he parted her lower ones, dipping his fingers in and out of the heated flesh. Sounds of her arousal became background noise, Martin’s boisterous laughter echoing against the walls of the living room.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Keisha leaned over, her lips meeting Rashad’s in a desperate lip-lock. They were never the romantic couple, so kisses always felt like they would lead to fucking. And that’s all they ever were. Fuck buddies with a loose title of boyfriend/girlfriend.

Rashad pulled Keisha onto his lap as she went straight for his belt buckle. “Shit, baby,” Rashad grunted, pushing Keisha’s shorts to the side. “You wet as fuck, girl.”

“Mmmmhhhm,” she hummed, freeing Rashad’s length from the baggy denim. Lining it up with her dripping entrance, Keisha slowly sunk down. It had clearly been awhile, causing Keisha to pause a second to adjust to Rashad’s girth. “Fuck,” she moaned when Rashad pushed his hips up, forcing Keisha to take all of him.

“Yeah, you ain’t used to this anymore,” Rashad bragged, roughly gripping Keisha’s hips when she began to grind. “Still ride like a pro.”

She wasn’t even bothered by the random slaps to her ass and Rashad trying to make conversation. He was a big talker during sex and it used to annoy Keisha to no end. “And you still talk too  much,” she added, rolling her hips in a circle like Rashad liked.

“Shiiit,” he cussed, guiding her movements with his hands. When she added a slight bounced to her ride, he grunted again. “I can’t help it when I’m messing with a woman like you.”

“Is that right,” Keisha hummed, her voice quivering. Keisha’s cockiness was quickly put to rest when Rashad reached between her legs and found her clit with his index and middle fingers. That earned him a moan from Keisha who was was trying to keep her thighs from burning. “Fuck, Shad,” she moaned, letting her head fall back and expose her neck to Rashad’s lips. He sucked at the sensitive skin, marking what he thought was his territory.

Pulling away, Rashad bit down on his bottom lip as he sat back and let Keisha give him a show. Her eyes were still shut, while her mouth fell open in satisfaction and her chest rose and fell with each harsh breath. “Come on, girl. I know that ass is about to cum,” he teased, rubbing her clit even faster, the friction causing her to double over.

The thumping between her legs seemed to linger when she climbed off Rashad’s lap and slid to her knees. Taking him in her mouth, she finished him off for the night.

No longer needing his company, Keisha hinted at the fact she had work early in the morning. Rashad took the clue and grabbed his keys before heading towards the door.

“Page me,” he questioned, stopping the door from shutting with his foot.

“Yeah, I’ll page- T’Challa,” Keisha’s eyes widened when she saw the Prince round the corner to her apartment.

“What,” Rashad raised a brow, until his eyes fell on the man who held such a royal name.

Standing there with flowers and a bag of food in his hand, T’Challa gazed back and forth between the two. “Oh, looks like I’m interrupting something,” he stated, his expression one of disappointment and confusion. “Um, I’ll go.”

“T’Challa,” Keisha groaned, watching her friend turn his back and retreat down the hall.

“Who the fuck is that,” Rashad spat.

“Shut up, nigga,” she replied, slamming the door in his face. Hurting T’Challa was never her intention. But, once again her selfishness and terrible way of coping, got in the way.

“Dammit,” she cussed, slapping the door.

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d002

Yoon’s phone began to vibrate just as he walked through his front door. He let out a loud, irritated groan and pelted his keys quite literally across the apartment, just narrowly missing where Kally had been napping, though he had in no way been aiming for her. Kally let out a weak meow as she lazily waddled over towards her owner, brushing against his black slacks and successfully getting her long white hairs embedded into the fine fabric. Yoon sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose as his phone continued to incessantly irritate his skin through the thin layer of fabric of his pants that lay between the phone in his pocket and his thigh. "For fucks sake." He growled out, snatching the thing from his deep pocket and sliding his finger along the cracked glass screen– a crack he hadn't noticed earlier, it must have been from the scuffle. He inwardly groaned and decided he'd deal with that hell in the morning. He didn't bother to look at the caller ID before raising the phone to his ear, because who the fuck else would be calling him at 3 A.M.? “What?” His voice was low and deep, and sounded like it was filled with sleep, though though it had been almost 48 hours since he last slept. There was a thick layer of venom slathered on top of his tone as well and it seeped through the receiver and into the ear of the man on the other end. No doubt his perceptive mind recognizing that venom he knew so well from the older man. 

“Yoonbae-ssi.” A familiar voice chirped out, his normally higher register sounded musky and deeper. He was whispering like he was trying to be quiet but there was an annoyance to his tone. “Guk, what the actual fuck are you doing calling me right now? It's 3 A.M.” Yoon barked out, clearly not in the mood to deal with this, or with anything really. "I'm outside your apartment building and I need to get inside. But your dumbass guard won't let me in!" His annoyance had turned to distress now. “Maybe because it's fucking 3 A.M., Guk-ah.” “I know that, grandpa, I have a fucking watch and a phone. Jesus Christ.” The younger snapped at him and Yoon was thoroughly taken aback. He opened his mouth to speak before closing it and opening it again, having trouble forming words and sentences to communicate over the phone. “Ho-what are you doing here? How did you even find me, Byeongguk?”  “That's not important, j-just let me in, hyung...” There it was again, the distress, the desperation. The tone in his voice changed so fast, it just about gave Yoon whiplash. He sighed, chewing on his bottom lip as he folded his arm over his chest, the other firmly holding his phone to his ear.  

He could hear the boy shuffling on the other end of the phone, loud horns honking as the nightlife of New York City never truly quieted down– especially in the area Yoon lived in. Byeong’s breathing quickened into the receiver, he was making the younger nervous by not answering, by staying quiet and contemplating– thinking. But Byeong was always one to think quickly on his feet, and Yoon was well aware of that, and prepared for it.  

“This fucker doesn't think I know you, but I do! I told him you're my friend. I said we– I said that we're close...” Byeong cleared his throat on the other end. Yoon could tell even without seeing the boy that he was being fidgety. It brought a small smile to his lips, thinking of his small hands playing at the hem of an oversized hoodie he'd no doubt stolen from some recent fling of his, or maybe it was Jiwon’s? Yoon briefly wondered if Byeong had spoken to the delinquent recently. 

“He's making me wait outside the lobby, hyung...” Fuck, there it was again, making Yoon’s heart skip a beat. 

“Oh is he?” He knew that already, he’s heard the sounds of the city behind him of course. But Yoon feigned surprise in his tone anyway, his eyebrows actually physically raising to sell the full effect because dammit, Byeong knew him too well. Besides, he had a feeling though the boy couldn't physically see him, he knew the kind of expression Yoon was sporting at this moment. 

“Y-yeah.” Yoon heard shuffling and some static from the other end, signaling Byeong maybe switching hands or maneuvering in some way. “I'm cold, hyung...” A deep sigh left those plump lips Yoon missed so much, he heard it, he could see it in his mind's eye, "Please...I'm sorry. Please, hyung..." His last words were barely above a whisper, teeth chattering and gritted and Yoon really felt the weight in his heart now. 

Yoon felt his shell cracking and his anger was fading faster than he wanted it to. His venom was sinking away, down through his body and out through his toes into the floorboards. It was gone, with a couple pet names and the soothing sound of his lover's voice, and it was all gone. “I'll be down in a sec.” He hung up. 

~ 

The elevator ride back up to his apartment was awkward and the entire time Yoon was trying to remember why exactly he agreed to let the younger man into his apartment at 3 fucking A.M. again because he really was tired and fuck a good 8 hours of sleep sounded like heaven right about now. He hadn't bothered locking his door so when he just turned the handle and entered without a key, Byeong's brows raised in surprise, “You just leave your door unlocked?” He looked up and down the hallway, “kinda shad-” “I just went down to the lobby to get your sorry ass, Guk-ah. No ones gonna come steal my fuckin' cat.” Yoon grumbled and it was highly out of character but he was grumpy and tired. “Come on, I'm tired.” Byeong's eyes lit up when he saw Kally for the first time and Yoon wanted to groan as he knew instantly that the fat white fluffball would love the stupid hot, sexy, seductive, teasing dancer. As Byeong knelt  down to pet and coo at his cat, Yoon stood with his back against the island counter in his kitchen, tongue in his cheek, his jaw clenched and his arms folded tightly across his chest. The outlines of the muscles in his arms were clearly visible even through the tight black long sleeve shirt he wore and they only strained against the cotton fabric when he clenched his arms tighter over his chest in irritation. He just wanted to get to bed, not entertain a teenager– one he was really angry with at that. “Guk-ah. What the fuck are you doing showing up at my apartment? Ya know, if the cops fin-” “They won't find me here, hyung. No need to worry.” Byeong looked up at him through his hair, the red had now faded into a pretty orangey color and Yoon fucking loved it. He wanted to run his fingers through it and brush it with a comb. He wanted to tug on it and feel how soft the strands felt under his fingertips. In one swift movement, Byeong stood to his feet again, pulling off the olive colored beanie he wore and making a mess of his already messy and fluffy hair and it made Yoon's knees weak. Resisting this kid was really going to be a nightmare. “How are you so sure?” “You really think I have parents out there lookin’ for me?” “Gotta have 'em somewhere, Guk.” “Korea, yeah. They don't even know I'm here.” Byeong looked down at the beanie he held in his hands, his fingers were pale from the cold, though blood had began to rush to them as the sudden heat from being inside shocked the nerves. Yoon felt himself move without thinking as he took the boy's hands in his, making the beanie fall to the floor. He brought the cold skin up to his lips, kissing the pad of each of his fingertips gently, pressing the soft skin to his own chapped lips ever so tender. “Guk-ah.” He whispered out, kissing the last finger before lowering the boy's hands slowly, pulling Byeong closer to him. The boy followed without resistance, because of course he did. Large, strong hands found their way to his cold and puffy cheeks, swollen from lack of sleep, the cold and sickness. Yoon's palm felt warm against Byeong's cheek which was growing hot with their close proximity– a presence he hadn't felt in months. “Guk-ah, baby, talk to me. Come back to me...” Yoon's voice had lowered to a whisper now as he leaned in closer to the younger, their lips so close but not touching. His eyes searched the younger's black orbs, looking for something to hold onto, to pull at and bring the boy back to him. Yoon leaned a little closer now, pressing his forehead against the younger boy’s, placing a chaste kiss against unresponsive lips, “Please,” his voice cracked, wavered a bit as he spoke, “hyung wants you to come back...Guk-ah.”

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Chapter 14: Secrets and Betrayal

Robyn POV:

I stepped onto the plane and took my seat. I waved to Don one final time at the window. He waved back as he wiped his face. Was he crying? I hope not.

"Mrs. Brown, would you like anything to drink?"

"Bring me whatever alcohol y'all have."

"Sure."

After two glasses of vodka and cranberry, I decided to take a nap.

*3 Hours Later*

"We have arrived." The flight attendant said waking me up.

I yawned and looked out the window. I saw our family car and Chris getting out with a bouquet of roses. I unbuckled my seatbelt and hurriedly made my way off the jet and into his arms.

He picked me up and we began having a makeout session. It was getting intense but we didn't care. We're married and we missed each other.

"Man you don't know how happy I am that you're back." He said.

"I think I have an idea."

"I gotta get your ass home. Come on."

"Where are my babies?"

"With my mom. She's had them out all day and they’re staying in a hotel tonight. I didn't tell them that you'd be back today, so it's a surprise."

"I can't wait to see them."

When we got home I immediately went to lay in my bed.

"It feels so good to be back in my own house."

"I bet." Chris said lying next to me.

"Especially being back with my husband by my side."

I cuddled up to him and he began to kiss me as his hands roamed my body. I let out a soft moan and he smiled. I climbed on top of him not breaking from our kiss and unbuttoned his shirt. The doorbell rang interrupting us.

"Fuck, who is it?" He turned the surveillance camera on the tv to see who was at the front door.

It was my girls smiling and making faces at the camera.

"My sisters are here!!" I said excitedly and hopping off of him.

"You really told them you're back already?"

"Oh yea sorry, I actually texted them when we were on our way. I didn't know they would come over."

"Tell them to leave."

"I'm not doing that."

"Unlike some men I love your friends but we haven't seen each other in months, and I missed the fuck out of you. This might be the only time we have to ourselves for a while."

"I missed you too honey but they're here now, and I'm not going to tell them to leave. I'll make it up to you, ok?"

"Fine!" He said and I gave him a quick peck.

"I'm coming bitches!" I yelled as I jogged down the stairs.

I opened the door and hugged everyone individually then we did a group hug.

"We missed you sis." Mel said.

"I missed y'all too. Now pop open that bottle and let's talk."

We got some fruit and wine, and went into the den. We sat on the floor Indian style.

"Tell us everything about NY." Mya said.

“Yes, how did you like my state?” Jessica added.

"Girl there's so much to tell."

"Spill it."

"Here's your phone. I'm going over to Trey's house to meet with the homies." Chris interrupted.

"Thanks and ok let me know when you make it."

"Aight."

"Hey to you too Christopher." Jessica said.

"Hi."

"Umm is someone upset?"

"Yea, he's cranky because y'all interrupted something."

"Oop we're sorry bro, we didn’t know."

"It's cool, bye y'all." He said leaving.

"You didn't tell us that you were about to give up the goods and now he's mad at us. That man is probably so frustrated." Monique said.

"He'll be ok. He waited over 2 months he can wait another few hours."

"Chile I guess, anyway back to New York. What happened?"

I told them every detail about my experience and showed them pictures of the new store.

"How are the people there? Did you make new friends?"

"She better not had replaced us." Mya said.

"I could never. I met a few nice people. What were y'all up to?" I said changing the subject.

"Nah sis you're not getting off that easy. I know you too well and I know you're not telling us something. Who was he?" Mel said and everyone looked at me. I didn't say anything and downed my glass of wine.

"Oh bitch!! See I knew something was up because as much as you talk about Chris I know you would've left us outside for the D. So spill!!" Monique said eating a strawberry.

"Don't tell us you cheated on Chris." Jessica said.

"No! I would never in my life cheat on my husband."

"What happened then because the way you're acting says a lot."

"Nothing happened. I met a guy named Don and we became close. I considered him just a friend, but today when he dropped me off at the airport something seemed off."

"What do you mean?"

“I think he has feelings for me. He didn’t say it but that’s the vibe I got.”

"I don't know what to say."

"Did you do anything to lead him on or think that you were interested?"

"He knows that I'm happily married and have a family. I would go over to his place for dinner sometimes and play with his son. We spent a lot of time together but I was just nice to him."

"Sis you're fine and have a dope personality, niggas are going to fall for you eventually." Monique said.

"What am I supposed to do?"

“I want to know what he looks like.” I pulled out my phone and showed them a picture of us from his son’s birthday party.

“Oh shit he is fine!” Monique blurted out.

“Mo!!”

“Oops I mean he’s aight.”

“Robyn, do you possibly have feelings for him?”

“What?”

“Do you have more feelings for him than you’re putting on?” Mel asked.

“Honestly, I thought about it.”

“Giiirrrrl no ma’am. You can’t do that to Chris.” Monique said.

“Real shit Robs because Chris is a good man.” Jessica agreed.

“Y’all think I don’t know how great my husband is? Of course I know. I’m the one with him therefore y’all can’t tell me shit. Excuse me.” I said getting up.

I went to sit in the backyard by myself. I got slightly pissed about them trying to imply that I didn’t value my husband. I’ve been through it all with that man and I know him better than anyone. Those are my best friends and I didnt expect them to come at me like that.

“Robyn, we’re sorry.” I heard them say and I rolled my eyes.

“We didn’t mean to get you upset. We just know how much you and Chris went through to get to this point, and we would hate to see someone come in between that. Can you please forgive us? We love you.” Monique said.

“Ugh I guess I can and I love y’all too.”

“Now what you were saying earlier sis?” Mya said.

“Like I said I thought I had feelings for him but I realized it was only because he was there. I was used to having male attention from Chris every day that it was weird not having it until I met Don. He was there for me the same way Chris is except there was no sexual interactions what so ever, but when I saw Chris at the airport I was reminded why he is the man I married. When I kissed him again I realized there’s no way I can have feelings for another man when all of my heart belongs to him.”

“Damnit sis, you make me sick with this cute shit.” Monique said wiping her eyes.

“Are you crying forreal?”

“Shut up, y’all know I’m sensitive.”

“Girl here’s a napkin, but anyways I understand what you’re saying Robs and it makes sense.” Jessica said.

“I get it too. I mean you’re used to affection and attention, and when Don showed you that you developed a temporary grade school crush. It’s no big deal honestly.”

"Exactly!" I replied.

They shifted the conversation and got on what they've been up to. However, my mind stayed on the one we just had. I can't think about this anymore. Don is a great guy and he'll be perfect for someone else.

Chris POV:

"Why aren't your women with y'all?" I said when I walked into the den of Trey's house.

"Because they're with Robyn."

"Right and that's the problem."

"Why is that a problem?"

"Nigga probably ain't have the chance to get it in before they came over." Trey said and they all laughed hysterically.

"I'm glad y'all think it's funny."

“Ok y’all, leave a brother alone. It’s hard when a man is going through a drought.” Jermaine said.

“Thank you, at least someone understands my pain.” I quickly go quiet after my last statement.

“Well I’m sorry I can’t relate.” Trey said.

"What about you and Monique?"

"Wait, you just reminded me that we haven't had sex yet, thanks a lot Mijo. Nevermind fam I can relate."

"How is that working out for y'all?" Jermaine asked.

"Pretty well actually, thanks for asking." Trey replied.

"No problem man."

"Back to the subject at hand." I said.

“Seriously all jokes aside bro, I told Monique to not go over there. She’s hard headed.” Trey said.

My mind keeps reverting back to Robyn’s trip and I can’t help but to think she isn’t telling me everything. I know that woman all too well.

“Y’all don’t think Robyn would…?” I can’t even say the word.

“Would what?” Mijo asked confusingly.

“Cheat?” I replied lowly.

“You never know what someone is capable of doing when you’re not around and I don’t put anything past anyone. However, in this case bruh no. That woman loves you too much, she has shown that. Why would you ask that?”

“I don’t know, it was stupid to think anyway. I’m trippin’ but let’s talk about something else. Trey, how is your relationship with Mo going?”

“Great! She’s given me what I didn’t know I needed in my life.”

“Are you two official yet?” Shad chimed in as he walked in from the kitchen munching on a snack. Trey gave him a funny look and shook his head.

“Just because y’all are my niggas doesn’t mean you all are free to eat me out of a house and home.”

“That’s exactly what it means. Stop trippin’ we’ve been tight since like the third grade. You’re practically my brother, now answer my question about Monique. She’s so damn fine with those slick baby hairs and deep dimples.” Shad continued to egg Trey on.

I don’t know why he likes picking at him. We all know Trey has a temper but he’s being extremely calm right now, thank God.

“To answer your question, no we aren’t official. I actually really like her though. She spends the night and we go out three times a week. Everyone in this room knows that never happens which can make this a good or bad thing.”

“Damn Tremaine I’m happy for you, don’t fuck this up she’s a good girl.  You need to stop playing and officially wife that. She’s smart with a great head on her shoulders. My baby did a great job looking out.” I said.

“She sure did, that’s why I have to thank my sister. Now do y'all want to get on this 2k or poker? Either way I’m dominating, this is my house.” Trey began trash talking, something he is great at. He thinks he can beat us all in every game.

“Nigga you know I’m always ready.” I called his bluff.

“Nah, I’m about to head out. I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Jermaine retorts. 

“Where are you going? I drove us here. Jess picking you up or something?” Mijo asked.

“Umm yea. Anyway just play y’all little game and stay out of a grown man’s business.” He chuckled.

He waved his hand in the air before removing his coat from the rack in front of him. I know Jermaine he’s very discrete. He moves very quietly when he’s up to something. We used to joke and call him the silent killer.

“Who’s ready to get their ass whooped in 2k? Come on down to the price is right.” Trey joked.

“Put your money where your controller is then Mr. Neverson. I bet three hundred dollars. Winner takes all.”

“Stop being modest like you aren’t wealthy as fuck over there. I’ll put up eight hundred.” Trey challenged me.

“Cool that’s fair game. Anyone else want in?”

“No thanks, I have a wife and a kid to feed. I don’t have the luxury of throwing money around.” Mijo laughed.

Trey plugged up the system and the game began. This is all or nothing and I refuse to go home empty handed.

Jermaine POV:

I looked behind me to make sure none of the fellows were watching me. I didn’t drive over here for a reason, I rode with Mijo because I knew I had other plans. I walked a few blocks down from Trey’s house to my destination. I got in the passenger seat of the car that was waiting for me on the corner.

“Hello handsome. To my place or yours?” Her sweet voice sounded in my ear. A smirk formed on my face. When I’m around her I can’t help but smile.

“To my place gorgeous.”

After a ten minute ride in silence we entered the parking lot of my condo. I unraveled myself from the seatbelt as fast as I could. Reaching towards the driver’s seat I grabbed her face and began passionately kissing her. With each kiss our make out session intensified. My breathing was beginning to become heavy and she slightly moaned. I broke from our kiss and her brown complexion was turning red.

“Wow Jermaine that was amazing.” That was the first time we’ve kissed and it felt amazing.

After a couple of months of playing phone tag we started hanging out recently, and it didn’t take long for me to realize I wanted her in the worst way. I feel terrible about doing this to Jessica but I can’t resist her.

“No, you’re the amazing one Mya.”

“Here I was thinking to myself this night better be worth it. I left my girls to be with you. They also questioned me and gave me the third degree. I lied saying I had to get some sleep.”

“Well was it worth it or do I need to kiss you again for an answer?”

“It’s more than worth it. I’m starting to feel you’re worth it. Jessica and I have been friends since middle school and she has had my back ever since. She has always been there for me but I can’t control who I care about. I know I will lose my best friend behind this but I’ve been through so much hell, and you are like a breath of fresh air. I’m tired of hiding us from everyone Jermaine. We are grown as hell and should be allowed to be with whomever we want, no matter the consequences.” I knew eventually she would become frustrated. Women hate to feel they are hidden.

“Baby girl we will tell them when we are sure it's right. We are grown but I just don’t want to bombard them with this. Jess doesn’t deserve to be hurt and we’ve been together for a long time. I do still love her but it’s something about you that draws me in.”

“I feel the same way about you. I know this is wrong but I can’t help myself. If only you were someone else and not my best friend’s boyfriend everything would be easier.”

“Yea, but I guess anything worth having in life isn’t easy.” I pecked her lips and we headed inside my condo.

Jessica has been my ride or die for a long time and she has my heart. However, Mya is intriguing and I can’t stop myself from thinking about her. I haven’t told anyone about my dealings with Mya because not only do I not want to hurt my girl, I’m not sure how Chris will act.

Mya and Chris haven’t been together in forever, and he’s very much in love with Robyn but he can be very selfish at times. He’s a Taurus, who’s naturally bull-headed. I’m not ready for anyone to fuck up the happiness I feel and I’m not ready for judgement from the rest of the guys. They will rant about how I broke the bro code and say I should feel shameful. Mya is a special person to me in my life. Chris played her if we’re truthfully speaking and we’re not even going to speak on the bastard who put his hands on her. We will tell everyone about our blossoming friendship eventually. I know we need to do this soon before this explodes before our eyes. There will never be a right time to tell them but it has to be done. Either way hearts will be broken. Chris is my brother and I don’t want any bad blood between us. Jessica is my love and I honestly don’t want to lose her, but she needs to know the feelings I have for her friend.

Trey POV:

As I cleaned up my house two hours later after the intense game challenge, I feel foolish. I lost my money to Chris and I’m certain I won’t hear the last of it. Normally I am the one who is amazing at shit like this but maybe I got too cocky. My doorbell began chiming in the middle of my cleaning session. It’s probably one of the boys. They are always forgetting car keys and cell phones. I opened the door and to my surprise I’m greeted by a petite Monique, who’s wobbling from side to side. She can barely keep her balance.

“Hey, I missed you so I told the cab driver to bring me over. I hope you don’t mind.” She hiccuped making her way through the front door.

“That’s fine babe. I have no problem with that.”

“By the way you owe the cab driver $80.50. I don’t know where I lost my wallet.” Damn I just keep losing money tonight.

I chuckled lowly to myself as I jogged upstairs to get my wallet. I came back down to Monique spinning in my bar stool. I see this is going to be a long night. I walked outside to give the cab driver exactly what he was owed and go back in the house to assist the little drunk one.

“Baby girl, how many bottles of wine did the girls drink?” I picked her up removing her from the bar stool. She needed to change out of these clothes.

“I lost track, we had good girl talk. We talked about everything baby.” She snickered. 

“What did you talk about?”

“We talked about you and how much I like you. We talked about some other stuff too.” I began removing her clothing one by one. I removed her heels from her feet. I took off her shirt replacing it with one of my big T-shirts and I removed her jeans, and swapped them out for some shorts.

“What are you doing Trey?”

“I’m trying to make you feel comfortable that’s all.” I sat on the edge of the bed and placed her in my lap.

I didn’t know what the hell I was doing but I began fondling with her hair to make a bun. Then I remembered the last time she was here she left a bonnet. I quickly went to the master bathroom to get it. Her eyes lit up once I placed it on her head. I have enough aunties and sisters to know that women never sleep without headscarves on. I laid her down on the bed and cuddled up next to her.

“Oh my gosh Trey you put my bonnet on! That is so beautiful!!” Her eyes are beginning to well with tears. Yep someone is definitely out of it. It’s time for bed.

“I’ll do anything for you, never forget that.” I placed kisses on the side of her neck. She giggled like a school girl with a crush. I don’t know what it is about her that makes me want to be all in.

“That’s why I love you Trey.” She mumbled lowly but I still heard her.

It feels like the room is spinning. My heart is pounding fast. I can’t say it just yet. I pretended I didn’t hear it and began kissing behind her ears.

“Just get some sleep little one.”

I know I feel things with Mo that I’ve never felt with other women and it makes me feel good, yet it is also terrifying. I have always had a disconnect from women until she came along and now I think I’m getting cold feet. She is more than a man like me deserves.

#rihanna #rihanna fanfic #chris brown #chris brown fanfic #chrianna #chriannaff #chrianna fanfic

[sobdasha]

I WISH YOU WOULD WRITE A FIC WHERE LINK TEACHES OLD HYLIAN AT EAST CASTLETON PREP WHERE HYLIAN MILITARY HISTORY TEACHER ZELDA HARKINIAN ALSO WORKS

((the problem with answering these asks is that I have to save them in drafts so I can edit the formatting before posting, but reblogs in my drafts are sorted by the time I sent them to drafts and asks in my drafts are sorted by “this was originally sent to you 3 years ago, so we’ll file it 3 years back instead of making it the most recent thing you sent to drafts” ffffffff guys))

***

When Shad gets afancy letter that says he’s being awarded that grant he’s beenapplying for for years, they all pitch in for a little party in thefaculty lounge. Link kind of wishes they were sending Shad offproperly, at a bar, but he does the best he can by pitching in somepunch that is made of pumpkins.

Well, mostlypumpkins, And it’s mostly not Ordona cider (which isdefinitely mostly pumpkins), and it’s after classes anyway, so it’sfine.

They are celebratingthat Shad, lucky bastard that he is, will be spending the fall termon a mostly-funded vacation right adjacent to the famous DeathMountain Goron Hot Springs, while the rest of them, like Link and hiswatered-down cider, will still be here.

Ilia said that Linkought to get out of rural Ordon and see some other bit of the world.Ilia, who went off to become a doctor but remembers to write her dadand visit regularly and how come Rusl and Uli say they haven’t seenyou in months hmm?, said that Link had better go and makesomething of himself.

So he went and gothis teaching certificate and has made himself a lot poorer, mostly.He misses Ordon, where he could find free food lying on the ground,or swimming in the streams. Here in Castleton you have to pay for itif you pick it up, or risk causing an inter-kingdom fishing rightsdispute with the Zora if you drop a line in the river. So instead ofturning up at Rusl and Uli’s house for dinner, these days he orderstakeout and listens to the delivery persons say “Oh goddessesI’m sorry!” when he absently signs thanks while collecting hisfood.

Fado, who stayed inOrdon not making anything of himself and instead making cheese, isapparently putting away heaps of money.

So Link, who needsmoney and hates enjoying sleep times, finishes his punch so his handsare free to tell Shad that he’ll take over his Old Hylian class whileShad is on sabbatical.

***

Link doesn’tactually know any Old Hylian. But, he reasons after the fact, howhard can it be? After all, Link already teaches HSL, so that meanshe’s a linguist like Shad, right? He’s practically an expert already.

Plus, Link is goingto have the exact same textbook to learn from as his new students,except he’s going to have a head-start and he has theeven-bigger answer key. He literally can’t go wrong.

Besides, Old Hylianis a dead language (which has been reincarnates into Modern Hylian)so it won’t hurt it too much when a bunch of teens brutally murderit. They’re already doing quite a good job on Modern Hylian and it’sstill limping along just fine.

And it’s not likeanyone speaks it anyway, aside from nerdy archaeologists andhistorians (note to self: ask Sarge about it?). So all Link reallyhas to worry about is the writing aspect.

Yeah. It’ll be easymoney.

***

Somehow the rumorgets around before Link gets his ass in front of the school board.Reportedly, so many students have been asking Guidance Councilor GorCoron about the Old Hylian class that they might have to divide itinto two sections.

The school boardapproves Link to take over on the spot.

***

Link has just enoughtime for a proper power nap at his desk between his first Old Hylianclass and his Hylian Sign Language class. But Sarge has a break atthe same time which she usually takes in the faculty lounge, to takeadvantage of the tea kettle while she grades or lesson-plans or readsbooks that have nothing to do with historical military campaigns.

The thing about“Sergeant Snowpeak” Zelda Harkinian, with her no-nonsensedress suits, and her stern librarian bun, and her sensible militaryboots, and her severe black-rimmed (actually fake, she admitted toLink, the lenses are plastic but, well, the frames looked the partand she’s always admired the image of a woman in uniform) spectacles,and her baton that’s ideal for pointing to the blackboard or rappingon a desk, and her old-fashioned bathroom and hall passes…the thingis, she’s quick to make a joke. She has a very small laugh, so youhave to watch for it. She’s thoughtful, she thinks about thingsbehind that serious face, and she’ll come up to you with a deadpanand witty response to a joke you made a week ago.

Zelda takes off herboots sometimes in the faculty lounge; there was a big run in thefoot of her nylons once, and she laughed about her toe poking out.She washes the dishes left in the faculty sink, but she hums whileshe does it because she likes things tidy. She walks just a littleheavier than she needs to, so her boots will ring out in EastCastleton Prep’s halls.

(She has it on goodauthority that the sound of her boot heels approaching can send moresensitive students into tizzies of anxiety. So her first term, on theday of final exams, Miss Harkinian thoughtfully removed her bootsbefore striding to the classroom. The sight of her suddenlymaterializing in the doorway, test papers in hand, somehow didnothing to calm her students’ nerves.)

She can hold herliquor, but she can’t carry a tune. She never learned to cook forone, because that would be a waste of good leftovers. She thinks thatHylian Military History is a crucial subject that teaches teenagersabout strategy and critical reasoning and logical thought, aboutpracticality and consequences, about wilderness survival skills, andwill help them become somewhat-sensible young adults.

Sarge worked withathletics teacher Ashei one year to host an archery tournament forthe Feast of Din, and she shot an apple off Link’s head withouttelling him first that this was why she’d ushered him up to thepodium.

The thing is, inshort, Link has a huge crush on Zelda Harkinian. He likes her.He is, in fact, completely smitten, although he hasn’t realized he’squite so far gone despite the fact that he regularly tells the catsat Impaz’ shelter What Sarge Did Today complete with little sighs.

So it’s a bit of ashame she doesn’t feel quite the same way.

Link did ask Zeldaonce if she’d like to “embrace diversity,” but she didn’tseem interested.

***

Zelda quite likesShad, don’t get her wrong. But, she admits to Telma, if only he’dgotten a grant that let him spend the whole year onsabbatical…

This is surely ablessing from the goddesses. Not that Zelda would wish undue stresson Link but, for all his enthusiasm about taking on Shad’s OldHylian, he seems to be finding the subject very hard going. And ofcourse Zelda has a bit of expertise to share–after all, the seminaltext in her field, Sword in Hand, is originally in OldHylian–so he can come to her with any small questions…

…And he does.

Almost every dayLink catches her in the faculty lounge for a few minutes ofconjugation here, or pops into her empty classroom for a bit ofdeclension there, or accompanies her on her walk home for adiscussion of the merits of this translation over that.

It’s not as thoughshe needs an excuse to get to know Link better. She already knows himquite well. But a little bit of extra time is…nice, since they’realready good enough friends that Zelda knows he’s in a committedrelationship with Old Cat Lady Lifestyle.

The cats, thedrinking, the napping all the time, the surprisingly full socialcalendar that Zelda can’t quite squeeze into…in other words, allthe hallmarks of spinster-dom.

It’s just a bit of ashame, seeing as he’s the only slightly-rumpled and generally-mussything she actually doesn’t mind looking at.

In any case, she’stried gauging his interest, and it’s just not there. Anytime shetries to feel him out with a pick-up line, he deflects with acorrection on her grammar or a compliment about how her signing iscoming along. Clearly, Link’s completely satisfied with theirrelationship exactly as it is.

So Zelda will be,too.

***

This is the one,Midna had said, grinning wickedly. This is absolutely stupid enoughto work on that dumbass, Midna had said, with evil glee.

All sorts ofoptimistic hope flowered in Zelda’s chest at the sight of thatparticular expression on her ex-girlfriendcurrent-long-distance-BFF’s face. This had to be good.

So Zelda caught Linkin between classes and asked him, “Am I so beautiful you’respeechless?”

Link repeated itback to her, tweaking the body language a bit to make beautifula little sassier, waited for her to sign it again, and then gave hera thumb’s up and walked off.

***

(Link wished hewere the one she was saying that to, but oh well. He supports herhappiness! Zelda’s his friend, after all.)

***

One of the girlsstays after class, all the way from Hylian Sign Language nearly up toOld Hylian round 2, getting Mr. Link to teach her, painstakingly overand over, how to ask the girl she likes if she’ll go to the Nayru’sDay Dance with her. It’s going to take 5 minutes at the start ofclass tomorrow, she informs Mr. Link, and also a lot of glitter.

In Link’s day–ohgoddesses, he’s old now–they just slipped notes or asked withoutthe performance art. Actually, Ilia usually just informed Link thatthey would be going together to share on the ticket cost. But kidsthese days seem to believe a gift is customary.

Link is old, though,so he just slips Zelda a note.

“I can’t readyour handwriting,” she tells him. “Oh! By the way, I signedup to run the concessions stand at the dance. Perhaps you’d like tojoin me?”

***

Heads bent overcandies and little bags of popcorn and assortments of soda, with thecash box between them, Link asks Zelda to help him brainstorm somereally evil ideas for his Old Hylian final exam. Link isn’t much intodifficult tests, as a rule, because they involve more work to grade.But he doesn’t want Shad to think he’s been slacking.

Link asks Zelda ifshe’d come over to his place for dinner one evening, you know, tokeep working on the exam. Since he needs so much help with it. And tothank her. For helping.

***

She says yes.

#kixboxer #sobdasha fic adjacent #sobdasha fic #legend of zelda #twilight princess #east castleton prep au #i did a decent amount of tweaking when i typed this up for tumblr #so only supes has the special limited original handwritten edition #even i only have a photocopy lol #only because i thought i might not actually type it up in a reasonable amount of time

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The homeless days.

After rekindling an old friendship from a 7 year hiatus, I've been inspired/influenced to write an experience story. Usually my blogs are just stoner ramblings about my feelings and thoughts but today it'll be more of a recap kind of deal. If you've kept up with my blogs, you know about the 'bad' ex, you know about my dad dying, you know how I sold the house that I hated...this picks up right after I sold the house. After living in the small town of Houston, Missouri from 2010 to 2013, I sold my first house. Really, sold my dead dad's house. Before that, I had lived with my dad on the Gulf Coast. We went through Katrina, lost everything over and over again. So material things hadn't meant much since 2005. We had our mobile home, then another, then a FEMA camper, then a FEMA cottage, then another camper. We didn't really move, all these homes were on the same piece of property, but hurricanes kept taking them. One day, after my dad had gotten his back pay from SSI and some other government things that he had been owed, he typed in cheap properties, and Houston, Missouri popped up. We moved summer of 2010. It was my first time having a real house, I thought it was going to be great. I hated leaving my friends, and I didn't care for the town too much, but it was a real solid house. Not even a year later, my dad was killed. I ended up pulling the plug while my dad was in a coma, basically brain dead. Bar fight gone wrong. I finished the job that a 23 year old, Caleb Buckner couldn't.(feel free to search Midtown, Licking Missouri Barfight, October 8th 2011, Victim Rickie Murray) After that, the boyfriend at the time, who was 20 seemed pretty mature considering I was 16. So here I am 16, no family, a house, 2 vehicles, in a town where the only people I knew were my dad's bar friends, and my boyfriend's family. I was a good kid. Good grades, good intentions, polite, soft spoken, the worst thing I did at the time was smoke a little pot. Which what 16 year old hadn't done that? Well, my family in Louisiana tried to get me to come home but, I knew better apparently. My family let me make my own choices, which looking back on now was stupid. I was 16, they should have made me come home and have a normal life. But they didn't and that's when I began my journey alone. My boyfriends grandparents adopted me. They gave me a room in their home, and treated me like their own. They went to my drama club plays, they helped me with cash when I needed it. They loved me just like I loved them. I called them grandma and grandpa and things were fine aside from the fact that their grandson was incredibly abusive. But where else could I go? We ended up moving into my dad's house 6 months later. So, I'm 17, a senior in high school with a 21 year old living with me. It got worse once we were really alone. It was about a 2 year long process of getting dad's house back from the government. I had a plan to leave Shad, but I had to bide my time. The day I found out the house was out of probate and was able to be sold, I packed up all his stuff and had it sitting on the front concrete porch. The day he moved out was also the day that The guy who ended up being my kids dad and I would sleep together. It was a hasty thing that happened at a very vunerable time. But we ended up in love and dating soon after. He was a hippie soul, and introduced me to many of the things I cherish and while heartedly believe now. I had wanted to be homeless since I met this guy called Homeless Dave at a party in Mountain Grove, Missouri. I envied him. I always wanted to just sneak away from my ex in the middle of the night and just walk and keep walking. I figured I'd do it one day, but I didn't know how soon it would actually be. My new boyfriend and his friend's family had a plan to go to Colorado. So I said fuck it, and that I'd go too. I didn't know these people from Adam. They move in with me, and I instantly regreted it. I didn't have a kid at the time, and I never thought I would have one because I didn't like fucking kids. Well, this whole thing was turning into a shit show. Long story short, their plan was for me to financially support everyone with the new money from selling the house. Which wasn't going to happen. So, I have to be the worst person in the world and say no to a family, because all it would do is bring me down. It was hard. I still feel guilty, but the gift of being in the present (future) is that they are still in the same boat. Divorced. Had more kids, in jail, on drugs, etc. No matter what I would have done back then, it wouldn't have changed their future. So I go to Colorado, alone...minus my dog and cat. I gave away everything I owned. I took clothes, pictures, and an open mind. And kitty litter and dog food. I make the trip totally alone, 19 years old, first time free, and totally in love. So, the plan was to go to Boulder and be homeless. But I had a home, I had family, I had people who cared about me. So I wasn't homeless, I was houseless. And I wanted to be. At this time, the big flood in Boulder had just happened, so there were not only regular homeless, but there were displaced victims of a natural disaster there too. And I say homeless because it is the PC thing to say. Hobo is insulting apparently. And I mean that with all the sarcasm. I stayed at the park in Boulder, right by the library. The mix of people were rich Boulder college kids, retirees, teens who left home just because, 20 something year old stoners, drugies, or 40 something year olds who were kicked out of the crazy homes back in the day. Some people lived in tents, motel rooms, cars, storage units. Even if some of them had money, they still lived like that. I met a ton of real people. I mean, as far as they knew, I didn't have anymore or less than they did. I didn't tell a whole lot of people that I just sold a home. I didn't want to get robbed or anything. Turns out, it ended up happening. The deadbeat husband with the family that I bailed on, well he stayed in Colorado being a bum while his family was in Missouri. I let him sleep in my car from time to time. In my car, had my dad's jewelry. Gold necklace, a few gold rings... He stole them and hocked them. He stole my cell phone, and a set of tires and rims that I left in Missouri. All for nothing too, if he had stolen my things and bettered his life with it, then I don't care. Rob me fucking blind,if you are going to fix your life. That's a sacrifice I'll take. But he didn't, and he took the last of my dad's things that I had. So there I was in Colorado and the only soul I knew was the guy who I had just started dating a couple weeks ago. He got a job with relief clean up from the flood. So I was just chilling. I had my pug, Rosie on a leash and my cat, Jan in a kitty fabric carrier. I had my back pack with water, snacks, and my recreational tools with me. I would just walk around and take naps in the grass. I'd sit by a creek. Go walk down town. I was just free. It was pretty safe for the most part. I have to say, the worst thing that happened was on one of my first days there. I saw some nerds playing MTG at a table, which was a card game I was familiar with. I join them and before I could even say anything a guy sits by me. He uses my body as a wind shield, leans down and pulls out foil and a straw. I'm in disbelief. Then he exhaled and said, 'It's just meth'. Then he walked away. Shortly after, I left the nerd table to hang out with some other homeless. Another funny story. So, I have my dog Rosie, who was an unbelievably disgusting animal. Nasty mucus filled eyes, a long dry shark skin tongue, that usually had poop stuck to it, because she literally ate shit. So with that horrifing backstory, I would walk around with Rosie and people would ask to take pictures with her. I let about 10 people take them for free. I decided to start charging. I was homeless, so I may as well hustle. This huge black guy with a briefcase come up to me, asks to take a picture of her, and I was like 'what cool thing do you have to trade'? This mother fucker opens up his brief case, that is full of buds of weed, and he throws a handful on the ground. Well that was enough of a payment for me. Never saw him again. Once it got to be October, it was getting pretty cold in Colorado. So we got an apartment in Westminster. Which ended up being the hood. And ya know, we still kept our homeless friends. We would go visit them in the park, or they would come and stay the night. We kept in contact the whole time in Colorado. Those people were 100. And those are the people who most see I'm the sides of the road and look down on them. Honestly most of those people had more money in their pockets then most 40 hour a week workers. I'd say the experience in a whole was humbling. Not just for me but for perspective on other people. I've showered in a homeless shelter. I've ate food from a soup kitchen. I had strangers give me socks and hot dogs, they took time out of their day to give me some comfort. It was a toughening thing too, knowing that I don't need anything or anyone and I'm good. I have it handled. I denied help when I felt like it. Because I knew I had the means if I wanted. I was pretty ghetto at times. I mean, I took sink showers in grocery store bathrooms for shits sake. I highly recommend doing something crazy like this at least one time. The only thing stopping you is you. It is as easy as waking up and giving everything away. Just walking away from everything you know. Right when it is scariest, that's when you jump. Who knows, you may jump into a shit storm, and walk away with less than what you came in with. You may ruin your relationship and be miserable. You may meet the love of your life. You may get pregnant and have the most beautiful baby. Your life may take a complete 180. But wouldn't you rather know what happens? I don't know how anyone could just wonder about these things...jump. It's the best choice I've ever made.