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jokertrap-ran · 2 years
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[Hell’s Festival] 4★ Seras (Normal) Translation
第2話 乱される鼓動 Chapter 2: Fluctuating Heartbeat
"Happy to be reacquainted, he brings forth a suggestion…”
CV: 小山 力也 (Koyama Rikiya)
*Yume100 Masterlist | Hell’s Festival Event Story *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Name will remain as my normal ( ラン ) *Thank you to Pimmy_yone for providing the moon route choices so that I could make his translation complete~ ♪(´▽`)
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The whistling wind gently ruffled his hair.
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His expression softened as he turned to look at me.
Seras: So, Ran. I've just finished my rounds, and…
Seras: Since it's a Festival and all, how 'bout having someone accompany you?
Seras: I know a guy who looks absolutely dashin’ in glasses. I can introduce ya.
(He's inviting me to join him, isn't he?)
His joking tone unwittingly makes my heart flutter.
Ran: I did think of asking you to accompany me.
Seras: Man, can’t believe you saw through my act, Princessa.
(Still the same as ever, I see.)
Seras and I exchanged glances as we happily enjoyed our coincidental time together…
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Walking side-by-side, we stopped at a puppet show that was being held out in the open.
On the small stage were various dolls in the shape of birds being puppeteered to catch the eye of the passersby.
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Seras: Oh. That doll resembles Minerva.
Ran: You’re right, it does.
Minerva was an owl, a friend of Seras’ and also the guardian deity of Seitos.
Ran: Is Minerva doing well?
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Seras: Right as a pickle. She was makin’ a fuss ‘bout how envious she was when she heard that I met you.
Seras, who had been looking at me with a look of slight mischief, gently murmured under his breath. 
I couldn’t help the warm, fuzzy, feeling of happiness welling up in my chest at having been inducted into their little group of friends.
❖ Choice MOON: Glad to hear that Minerva’s well (元気ならよかった)
Ran: I’m glad to hear that Minerva’s well.
Seras: Yes. Minerva was makin’ auroras last I checked.
❖ Choice SUN: I want to see Minerva (ミネルヴァに会いたい)
Ran: I want to see Minerva.
Seras: You can come see her next time. I do want to show you the City of Seitos too.
Attracted by the light and joyous music, both of us turned our gazes back to the stage.
(A white owl… It really does look like Minerva.)
Entranced by the birds spreading their wings freely to the music, you suddenly find Seras peering at you, effectively blocking your sight.
Ran: Seras…?
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His slightly pensive gaze caught your attention as he slowly approached.
Seras: Princessa, we’re finally together again, yet you’re lettin’ your attention stray to someone else?
Seras: It feels a little regrettable to be losing to an owl of all things…
Ran: I didn’t mean to! They’re just so adorable!
His breath tickles the tip of my nose, making heat rush to my cheeks.
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Awkwardly returning his gaze, you have an inkling that he, too, was smiling.
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Seras: I’m only jokin’. There’s no way I’d be jealous of a couple ol’ puppets.
Seras: Seriously though, it really makes me happy to see you enjoyin’ yourself.
Seras: The puppets are cute too, but they don’t hold a candle to you.
Ran: ……!
My heart flutters at the surprising words he’d whispered.
I was helpless to my heart’s whims as he faced me with such a gentle look…
To be continued…
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shawtygonemad · 3 years
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SECRETS: Part 3
Daddy!Daryl Dixon x Mama!Reader
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Requested by: @gabymiller
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Daryl certainly followed through with his promise last night. You were indeed too distracted to feel the missing ache of your daughter’s absence. It also meant you got to sleep in. That was the first time in a long time. The two of you probably could have slept all day if it wasn’t for the knocking on the front door.
You sat up, yawned, and stretched. Quickly you threw on a pair of shorts and Daryl’s discarded shirt. Groggily you made your way downstairs to the front door. Your eyes squinted at the brightness when you opened it. 
“Happy birthday,” a chorus of voices said in front of you.
It was Michonne, her two kids, and Katlyn. Your daughter instantly jolted forward and wrapped her arms around one of your legs. She leaned her neck backwards and smiled at you. 
“It’s your birthday, mama,” she giggled, like you had forgotten.
“It is! Thank you for reminding me,” you chuckled as you leaned down to pick her up. You brought the toddler up to your level and held her at your hip. 
“Did you guys enjoy your night off,” Michonne playfully said with a wink. 
You chuckled and nodded, “Oh we certainly did. Thank you again for watching her.”
“It was no problem at all. She’s a saint compared to mine,” the woman chuckled. 
“Nuh Uh,” Judith laughed. 
“It’s almost noon. Isn’t your party in a few hours,” Michonne asked.
“You mean the party that you’re throwing me,” you gave her a knowing look. 
“Yes,” she chuckled. “It’s important because we get to celebrate you. It’s also the first time all 4 of our communities are coming here together since… y’know…”
Since all of the kids were kidnapped by her crazy ex best friend. That’s definitely something you’ll never forget. Katlyn was barely a few months old. You absolutely lost your mind and went into full Mama Bear mode. You were going to kill anything that stood in your way. What also made it scarier was that Daryl wasn’t around. This was when he was off looking for Rick. It was just you and Michonne that had to track the missing kids down. It was even harder since Michonne was heavily pregnant. 
You managed to track down the kids, but you had to do something that would haunt you forever just to get to them. At least you had the pleasure of being the one to kill the psycho woman who turned those kids into little assassins. That was the event that almost made or break you and Daryl. You were furious that he wasn’t around for it. You really needed his help and support. It left Daryl devastated. It was one of the moments that helped him realize his priorities. 
“This thing’s gonna be at the town hall, right,” you asked just to confirm.
“Yup! So don’t be late,” Michonne said. 
“We’ll see you later,” you smiled at her before going back inside your house. 
“Where’s daddy,” Katy asked. 
“He’s sleeping,” you told her before getting a sneaky smile as the two of you went up the stairs. “Why don’t you go jump on him while I take a shower, hm?”
“Okay!” She said excitedly when you set her down.
The toddler bolted for your room. A few moments later you could hear Daryl grunt in surprise which was followed by Katy’s devilish giggles. You chuckle at the adorable sound before making your way to the bathroom for a well deserved shower. By the time you got out Daryl already had himself and Katy dressed and ready.   
"Hey," Daryl greeted as he finished putting Katlyn's hair up before walking over to you and giving you a kiss. "Happy birthday."
"Thank you," you smiled. 
"Ya enjoyin' it so far," he asked as he played with some of your wet hair. 
"It's been nice. Just a little weird…" you gave a small sad smile. 
"I know," he said before kissing your head. "It was strange not being woken up by your sister jumping on us. Though our daughter did a pretty good job at impersonating her."
You chuckled at the thought. "It didn't matter where we lived. That's how she'd always wake me up on my birthday," you gave a soft sigh. "I miss her."
"I know," Daryl said as he wrapped his arms around you. "I miss her too."
"Mama, no cry," Katy said as she looked up at her parents, concerned. 
"I'm not baby," you smile at her. "Especially since we have a party to go to. Let mama get dressed then we can go."
You did just that before heading with your family to the town hall. People were already gathering. Carol was one of the first people to be spotted. Katy instantly ran over to her for a big hug. Carol delightfully reciprocated it before moving over to give you and Daryl one. It was nice to see her and the King. Since Michonne placed Alexandria on semi-permanent lockdown, it was hard getting to see loved ones from other communities. 
It's been awhile since you've seen all of these people gathered together. Probably not since your sister's funeral. The whole day had been a blur, so you barely remember seeing people. Today was supposed to be different. It was for a much happier celebrate. You were surprised how everyone went all put for this. There was food and even a birthday cake. Hearing the harmonious mixed voices sing happy birthday to you did bring a tear to your eye. Everyone you loved was here and you couldn't be happier. The moment almost couldn't be better. 
"Mama," Katy eagerly said. "Look what daddy got you!"
The toddler wobbled her way over to you with a black container. Daryl and Carol were too engrossed in their conversation to realize the little girl stole it from his pocket. He only realized when she handed it to you. 
"Shit," Daryl cursed. 
"Daddy got me this?" You asked your daughter with a raised brow before looking at your boyfriend. "I thought the horse was my gift?"
"Horse?" Carol questioned with a laugh. 
"It was," Daryl grumbled, unsure of how to take back control of the situation.
"Then what's this," you asked as you opened the container. 
A small gasp left your lips as you looked into. It was a beautiful ring. The band was simple silver, but in the middle was a carved out piece of the geode you had given Daryl. You'd recognize it anywhere. Gently, you took the ring out from the container to get a better look at it in the light. Upon seeing you holding the ring the party went silent. 
"I was tryin' to do this in a more romantic settin', but someone can't keep a secret," Daryl gave his daughter a knowing look. 
"Yes I can," she sassed.
"Y/N," he said before getting down in front of you on one knee. "Will ya be my wife?"
The tears started to freely fall as you viciously nodded your head. 
"Yes!" You shouted before launching yourself into his arms and kissing him over repeatedly. 
Daryl placed the ring on your finger. It was almost a perfect fit! The smile wouldn't leave your face. You were beaming with happiness. 
"Mama," Katy asked with the most innocent eyes. "Does this still make me a big sister?"
Everyone froze at those two words. Your eyes almost popped out of your head. You couldn't believe she just said that and blew your cover! Daryl stared at his daughter in confusion before turning it to you. 
"What," he asked. 
"Katy! That was a secret remember!?" You balked. 
"But daddy's secret happened. I want to make sure your secret was still happening!" She explained innocently.
"Yes baby, it's still happening," you nervously chuckled before looking at your fiancé.
"Your pregnant," he asked, seeming almost as shocked at the first time you were pregnant. 
"Surprise?" You sheepishly grinned. 
Before you could blink he had your wrapped back in his arms. He brought you in for another long kiss. 
"Why didn't ya tell me sooner?" He asked. 
"Well, like you mentioned earlier, I was trying to find the right time. However it seems our 3 year old still hasn't fully grasped the concept of how to keep a secret," you chuckled. 
"Yes I have," she argued. 
"So there's gonna be a wedding AND a baby," Carol asked excitedly. "We need to come back more often!"
"You really do," you laugh before bringing her into a hug. "We miss our dysfunctional family together."
"Rest assured, we are not too far away," the King assured us with a smile. 
"And dysfunctional as ever," Carol added. 
The room was suddenly a buzz once more with excited chatter. Once Daryl was able to pull you away for a more private moment he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and rested his head on your shoulder. You both looked out into the see of your loved ones. 
"This is hands down the best birthday I've ever had," you smiled. 
"I'm glad to hear that. Ya deserve it," he said as he placed a hand on your stomach. "But no more secrets, alright?"
You chucked as you placed you hand over his. 
"No more secrets."
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I don't have any kids of my own. But I do have a niece around Katlyn's age that I observed for this. So I'm dedicating this short story to my little Spitfire of a niece. ♥️
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devildom-tyrant · 4 years
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hi! i absolutely adore your writing! this blog and your undertale blog are just *chef’s kiss* anyway, i was wondering if i could request some headcanons of Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, and Beel concerning the new animal event? as in, MC wants to touch their animal ears and/or tails! how would they react and how would it turn out? could MC also already be their S/O in this? thank you! ❤️
Lucifer
Before your wandering hand can reach his wolf-like ears, Lucifer grasps your wrist, a smirk curving his lips.  Even though he’s a literal predator now, he’s always had a predatory gleam in his eyes, one you can see clearly as he leans in toward you.  
“Your pulse is racing,” he murmurs, and the blunt way he points it out causes your face to flush.  It’s so difficult to not be flustered by him, even now.
“It doesn’t take wolf instincts to know that,” you shoot back, tugging your wrist from his grip.  
“True.  However, I can tell that you want something from me.  You’re excited; your blood is practically pounding in your veins, and even your eyes seem slightly dilated.  It’s easier to detect subtle changes in this form.”
“You could already read me like a book,” you insist, your face heating up even more.  There’s something about the way he’s looking at you that’s making your heart pound... It makes you feel like prey, like he could pounce on you at any moment.  Honestly, the anticipation is something you’re discovering you like. “So, tell me what I want from you.”
“The same thing I want from you.”
That smirk hasn’t left his lips.  For a non-answer, he’s spot-on; you know he wants to touch you, to put his heightened senses to the test and see what draws what reaction.  What you want right now, however, is a bit more innocent.  
“Okay then.  I’ll go first,” you return, reaching toward him again.  He quirks a brow, but doesn’t halt your hand’s progress this time, and your fingertips graze the side of his ear.   The fur is soft on the inner part, with a coarse layer on the outer portion, and they twitch beneath your touch.  They’re interesting, but what really has your attention is his tail.  
His smirk has faded slightly, but his attention is still riveted to you as you move your exploration to the fluffy wolf tail that remains still behind him.  His expression is more guarded now, but he doesn’t move to stop you as you stroke the fur gently.  It isn’t as soft as Belphie’s, but it’s still fluffier than most of the other tails, and you enjoy petting it.  
Suddenly, it jerks from your grasp, and you think for a moment that you hurt him.  One quick glance up at Lucifer, however, reveals a light blush to his features, and that he isn’t quite meeting your gaze.
His tail is still moving back and forth.  Realization dawns, and you grin.  “Are you wagging your tail, Lucifer?”
“Be quiet.”  His words lack any actual bite.  “Do you realize how hard it’s been to keep it from wagging?  It has a mind of its own.”
“I think you’re just happy, and your tail is showing that,” you claim, reaching up again to give an ear a pet.  Lucifer finally looks at you again, his hands coming up to rest at your waist.  
“You should already know that I’m always happy when you’re near me.”
Mammon
“You’re starin’.”  
There’s a blush across Mammon’s face as he side-eyes you, and you snap back to reality.  Yes, you had been staring at Mammon’s new features, but you just couldn’t help it.
“Your ears and tail keep moving,” you point out, and he crosses his arms, blushing harder.
“I-it’s not like I’m doin’ it on purpose!  They won’t stop!”
“Maybe it’s because you’re happy?” you tease, trying to get him to turn an even brighter red.  He’s always been so easy to fluster.  
“W-well, yeah... Yeah, you could say that.  But if they’re gonna move every time I’m happy, this crap’s gonna get annoyin’ fast.”
With a grin, you reach out and touch one of his tiger ears, and Mammon’s attention snaps to you.  “What’re ya-- Oh.”  His voice trails when you gently scratch behind his ear, and you quirk an eyebrow.  The thin tiger tail flicks behind him.  
“Does that feel good?” you inquire, trying to read his expression.  He’s still so flustered, torn between dismissively lying or being honest, but you’re at the point in your relationship where the latter often wins.  
“Y-yeah...”  There’s a growl to his voice that you haven’t heard since he first changed and ran off to avoid devouring you.  He clears his throat, trying to rid himself of it, even though you find it pretty hot.  “Dammit, I feel weird sayin’ that.  This whole animal thing’s weird, even for us.”
Your fingers hesitate.  “Should I stop?”
“No!”  He cuts in a little too quickly, and then closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath.  “I mean... you seem like you’re enjoyin’ yourself.  So ya don’t gotta stop.”
“Okay, then.”  You keep rubbing his ears, and your smile grows as he leans into your touch, tilting his head toward your fingers.  His tail flicks toward you, hitting against your thigh, and you reach down with your free hand to stroke it.  Mammon keeps his eyes closed to avoid the embarrassment, though his tail continues to flick away, and his ears move beneath your fingers.  
You have to admit, you like him in this form, and you’re glad it’s going to last another week.  Even if he still has trouble admitting his feelings sometimes, these new features make it difficult for him to hide them.
Plus, you really like petting him.
Satan
The cat of Wrath may just be sitting next to you on the couch, reading a book, but you can’t stop wistfully looking at his cat ears.  It’s fitting that he would change into a cat, you can’t help but think, especially considering his contact picture in your phone is a selfie of him with a cat ears and whiskers filter overlay.
“Do you want to touch them?”
Startled from your thoughts, your gaze drops to Satan’s face, but he’s still looking at his book.  “I can feel your eyes on my ears.  You can touch them if you want.”
“Really?” you blurt, scooting closer on the couch.  
“Of course.”  He sets the book down on his lap and turns toward you, a smirk suddenly crossing his lips.  “But I can’t say I won’t touch back.”
Just like that, he cups your cheek, fingers cradling your jawline to tilt your head back.  You can feel your face reddening, and you realize his expression is the very picture of the cat who caught the canary.  “We’re in the living room,” you point out, causing him to shrug.  
“Yes, and?”
“And we’re not going to play cat and mouse in the living room,” you return, reaching up to pet affectionately pet his ear.
“Cat and mouse?  Is that what you-- ah...”  His eyes flutter closed, and he leans into your touch.  “Actually... keep doing that.”  
Just like that, Satan abandons his need to tease you, fingers slowly falling from your cheek, and he instead moves to curl up on the couch next to you, his head pillowed on your thigh.  It’s a rare moment -- you don’t think he’s ever laid down with his head in your lap before -- but it’s easy to comply to his request and continue scratching behind his ears.  They flick against your hand, the short fur tickling your palm, and you notice his tail curl around his waist.  
After a moment, you can feel Satan’s chest vibrating, and his hands are moving against the couch cushion.  He’s purring, actually purring!  But that’s not all.  
“Are you making biscuits?” you blurt, unable to keep the laughter out of your voice.
“What?  For breakfast?”
“Nevermind.”
You keep petting, and the purring starts up again.
Beel
“Are you scared of me?”
Your eyes widen at Beel’s somewhat timid query, and you shake your head.  “I’d never be scared of you.”
Beel’s eyes have a sad glaze as he frowns.  “That’s not true.  You looked scared when you ran away in the dining room, and that’s okay.  I was scared of myself, honestly.”
Reaching out, you touch Beel’s arm and catch his gaze.  “Okay, that was a little scary because I didn’t know what was happening.  But, I’m not scared of you right now.  I know you would never really hurt me.”
He doesn’t look reassured, but he shakes his head, swallowing back whatever is on his mind.  “All right.  Then why do you keep staring at me?”
“Oh, that?  Because you look cute like this... and I really want to touch your ears and tail,” you admit with a sheepish smile.  “They’re cute.”
“Oh.  Is that all?”  A relieved smile washes over his features, and he leans down, giving you better access to his ears.  “Go ahead.  I don’t mind.”
Grinning excitedly, you reach up and pet his ears, feeling them twitch beneath your touch.  “That kinda tickles,” Beel says with a light chuckle, and his tail swishes closer to you.  You turn your attention to it next, your palm stroking along it to the darker, bushy end.  The fur there is fluffy and soft, and as Beel watches you pet it, all traces of his previous apprehension disappear.  
“You look like you’re having fun.  I’m glad.”
“I’m always having fun when I’m with you, Beel,” you reply, beaming up at him.  His smile is gentle as he reaches up and pats your head, petting you just as you pet him.  
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nachohypno · 4 years
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Gettin’ the farmers Ch. 4 - The plan (Pt. 1)
I woke up earlier than yesterday. I checked my phone and it was 3 a.m.
‘Way too early’ I thought. Never mind, I could use a glass of water. My throat is a bit dry.
I got up from my bed, trying to not make a single sound. Thad was sleeping with a nice smile in his face. I tiptoed out of the room and went downstairs to have my glass of water.
I went back up, trying to be as stealthy as possible. They wouldn’t say anything if I woke them up, but it would be kind of rude.
As I went back to Thad’s room, I’ve heard someone whispering something.
The first thought that came to mind was ‘Ghosts’ but that didn’t make sense. I watch way too many horror movies. I decided to investigate, and noticed the sound came from Moose’s room.
I went closer to try and hear what he was saying. “Josh’s a good brother…” His door was semi-open, so I went in and closed it. Moose’s cock was hard on his underwear, the head poking out from it. His eyes were closed, and his headphones were on.
I moved closer to have a better look at him, and to hear what he was saying. He was whispering a bit loud. Obviously in a deep trance. I hope no one noticed him like this, beside from Shad yesterday.
I haven’t really seen him shirtless before, but oh god. I knew the trio was well built and athletic, but Moose was ripped. He had the right amount of muscle in all the right places. And I was now regretting making Thad my lover. Maybe I could change that?
Or maybe I could have two lovers? The idea wasn’t bad.
I went closer to him and placed a hand on his abs. No reaction at all. I took my hand off him and decided to start with the actual fun
I took one of the headphone’s sides off his ear and started whispering. “You must obey Josh” I wanted to see his reaction, and luckily, he mumbled it back!
“I must obey Josh…” He whispered to himself. His cock was fully erect, without any stimuli from the big guy. It’s like he’s actually enjoying this.
“You love obeying Josh” I whispered to his ear, touching one of his nipples.
He repeated “I love obeying Josh…” almost breathlessly. He tried to repeat the suggestions from the music and pay attention to the suggestions I was saying now too.
“You love Josh”
A dopey smile appeared on his face “I love Josh…”
At that point, I grabbed his cock without moving his underwear and gave it slow strokes. He seemed really horny, because he was getting breathless from that, but he never stopped repeating the subliminal messages.
One of my hands was touching his toned torso and the other was jerking him off.
After some moments, I stopped. I grabbed his headphones and took them off his head. Then I reached out to him and whispered on his ear “In a few moments, you will snap out of this trance and continue sleeping normally. You will remember having me jerking you off in your room, but only as a dream. Understood?”
“Yeesss… Bruh…”
I gave him a light kiss on the lips, then I left the room.
I left his door semi-open again and walked back to Thad’s room. I could hear sudden snoring from the corridor, so I assumed Moose went already back to sleep.
‘Such a good bro’ I thought, as I laid in my own bed silently, and went back to sleep.
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After my little ‘adventure’ from last night, I woke up a bit later than usual.
I wasn’t soaked in water, so that was nice. I opened my eyes and noticed Thad was still asleep on his bed. Maybe he was kind of tired after yesterday’s session? I don’t know.
I knew Moose would probably wake up later too, since he spent most of his night listening to reprogramming songs. He would be as obedient as a good slave today, if everything went alright. A part of me felt bad, and the other felt excited.
I tried to shut out the bad feeling. I would never do anything wrong to my step brothers. Even if they were dicks before, they still accepted me in their farm and tried their best to explain how things worked around here, and even though I tried to not show it, it was really appreciated.
As usual, I went to the bathroom and to the dining room afterwards. Dan was sitting on the counter with a mug of coffee on his hand.
“Finally. Was wonderin’ why ya guys were takin’ so long to wake up” He served a mug from the coffee machine and passed it to me “Decided to let ya all sleep, better to have a good rest if we want to tackle today’s work!”
I kinda see where Shad’s optimism comes from. There were also four plates of scrambled eggs ready on the table. I guess Dan was waiting for us to wake up at the usual time, but he was oblivious to last night’s events.
“Thanks dan” I said, drinking a bit of my coffee before sitting down on the table to eat.
Shad appeared, a few minutes after me. “Hey bruh, hey Pa” he mumbled as Dan served him a mug too.
“Stayed up too late last night? Must have been a real party between you four” Said the older man with a big smile.
Shad smiled “Kinda…” He yawned and resumed “Had some trouble to sleep”
“Thad should have a few sleepin’ pills, you could ask him about it”
I wondered why Thad preferred to go run a few laps rather than just taking his pills to sleep. Never mind though, since I’ve helped him with his sleeping problems already.
“No need. Hopefully it was only a one-time thing” With that said, Shad started eating his scrambled eggs. It was still warm, so we didn’t wake up too late, luckily.
And speaking of the devil, Thad appeared at the stairs mumbled a “Mornin’” as he sat down next to Shad.
Looking at them side to side was always impressive to me. If Thad didn’t have that little scar, I wouldn’t be able to differentiate him from his brother.
Moose was the last one to arrive. He greeted us all, served his mug and sat down next to me. Dan already finished his breakfast some minutes ago, so he patted his older son’s back and said “I’ll start with the work. Who’s helping Josh today?”
Thad raised his hand at the question, but Moose talked first “I think it’s my turn, Pa”
“Sounds good to me, good luck guys” And with that, the old man headed out.
Thad didn’t seem to like Moose wanting to work with me today, but they avoided the subject.
As we all finished our breakfast pretty quickly, to make up for the time we were asleep, the guys distributed today’s tasks.
Dan was going to take care of the living stock today, so Shad and Thad would work together taking care of the crops. That left Moose and me with… building maintenance.
We left the house and each one went their way. Some time alone with Moose? Seems alright to me after last night.
Don’t get me wrong, Thad was handsome and had a really great body. But after watching Moose last night, I can tell that his name is not just a coincidence. We headed to the tool shed quietly. I don’t know what I could chat about with him, we haven’t spoken to each other THAT much ever since I arrived.
“Enjoyin’ your time around, bruh?” He asked.
I chuckled “Shad asked me the same thing yesterday” He smiled at me. “Yeah, never thought I would be working in a farm, and never thought it would be so fun”
“Well, happy to hear that, bruh” He patted my back, he had to stop doing that out of nowhere! (Although, it’s kind of nice) “My bruhs and I talked about ya at the gym. They’re happy to have ya, bruh”
“What, you aren’t?” I asked, mockingly. I didn’t want to make him feel bad.
He blushed, but quickly recovered his cool and looked at me with a nice smile “Of course I am!”
“Like, how much? From one to ten” It was cool making him nervous, especially since he was way bigger. But having such a big hunk under my control was amazing.
He didn’t answer, though. “What is this? An interrogation?” He laughed “I just enjoy havin’ ya around bruh, that’s all”
We laughed, but remained silent until we got to the tool shed. Moose grabbed a big tool box and looked at me “This should do the trick, at least for today. I’ll just teach ya the basics, bruh”
I nodded and mumbled a ‘cool’ before we resumed our way to the barn.
He started explaining on the way there, it sounded easy.
“-We have to check out the state of the building, how’s the wood going, if the walls or floor need repairing, if the doors are working correctly” Just kidding, sounds like a lot of work.
“That’s what you were doing on my first day here? Checking the sprinklers, right?”
“Yeah, you got it, bruh!” He seemed really happy when I pointed that out “Basically, we check out that the whole farm system is workin’ as it should and won’t crumble down to pieces in a night”
“Sounds like you’re the handyman around here”
“Well… yeah, you could call me that, if you want”
As we arrived to the barn, Dan was on the way out.
“Hey Pa, already finished with the cows?” Asked my step-brother.
His father nodded, while cleaning his working gloves. “Yeah. Seems like it’s goin’ to be a peaceful day. How’s it going with you two?”
“It’s been nice, just finished explainin’ the basics to Josh and now I was goin’ to teach him how to check out the building’s status” Moose said, excitedly. He seemed to love this kind of stuff.
“That’s great, guys. Keep up the good job, I’ll go see the rest of the animals. And be careful with ol’ Lillian, she’s a bit aggressive today. I’ve locked her on her pen”
Moose did a gesture with his hands, like a military soldier. “Yessir!”
He and his father laughed at the joke and the old man went to continue with his job.
“Let’s go in, a’ight?”
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Gotta say, this ‘checking the building’s status’ needed less effort than I expected. And according to Moose, we were about to finish already
He showed me how to adjust the door’s screws, to avoid having it fall off eventually. He went to check the heating system, for the winter, as I took care of the doors. He told me to not do the door of ol’ Lillian, to avoid a possible injury.
We moved to the second floor, after clearing the first one. I wondered what we had to do there, but he wasn’t telling me.
I looked to the lower floor, wondering if it was a strategy to look at possible failures or something?
But then, Moose grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. “What the…” I started, but he shut me up with a kiss.
“Been wantin’ to do that all day” He said, after a bit of making out. I was speechless. Well, not really. I kind of expected it, after last night’s suggestion.
I guess I was more surprised to see he wasn’t fighting with his feelings like Thad was.
“I love you, Josh” He said. Yep, it was last night’s suggestion. He kissed me again and I kissed him back.
I remained silent, since I didn’t know what to say. I should erase those romantic suggestions before they caused problems on the family. I mean, one could have them, but two would raise suspicion or cause some drama between the brothers.
He noticed my lack of a response and let go of me. “Thanks” I said. I kissed his cheek “Let’s go back to work”
The big step brother blushed and answered “Y-Yeah! Back to work, bruh!”
He explained to me the next task, organizing the hay to keep it out of the cows’ reach while also improving for space in the barn. Easy enough, we got to do it in complete silence.
I assumed he was nervous about what just happened, which was understandable. I think I’m going too far with fucking these guys’ minds. But hell, may as well try to fix it, huh?
“Hey Moose?” I said as I grabbed a hay bale and walked to the other end of the room.
“Yeah?”
“Uhm, can I ask you what was that all about?” Playing dumb was my best skill, apparently. I knew everything that was going down, and yet it would be so confusing for my good step brothers.
He hesitated to give an answer, waiting until he finished carrying a pair of hay bales before sighing. “I-I don’t know bruh. I just wanted to kiss ya, and well… Say that I love ya” He was blushed, and seemed uncomfortable “I don’t know why. Felt right at the moment”
I carried my bale over to where he was and looked at him “It’s alright, I don’t mind at all”
He smiled at me, and placed his hand on my shoulder. He pulled me in and gave another kiss, way more gentle this time. I kissed him back again, he was a really good kisser.
I broke the kiss after a bit and told him that we should get back to organizing the bales.
Sometime later, we finished with the bales and got ready to leave. He went upstairs to grab his tool box and gave me one last cute smile before heading out. As we walked to the fields, I noticed Shad and Thad at the distance, working with the crops.
No more kisses, otherwise it would only cause problems.
I touched Moose’s elbow and pointed to his brothers.
He gave me a nod, as understanding what I meant. A few minutes later, we arrived at the fields.
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Nothing really interesting happened after we arrived there. He explained to me how the sprinklers were turned on and off, what to do if one wasn’t working as expected. Mostly the basic stuff, if I saw one broken, I would have to call him.
After we finished with that and with a bit more of demonstration, we returned to the house together. I took my chance and asked him if he liked the new songs. He answered “Yeah, they’re amazin’, bruh!”
He remained silent as we walked. At least, until the thing that I was expecting to happen, happened.
“By the way, Josh. Should I cut my hair?” Asked Moose. I assumed that was the ‘ask Josh for appearance guidance’ suggestion working.
I looked at him, and the ponytail did look a bit funny. But if he wanted my opinion (And I made sure he did with that suggestion), I told him the truth “Yeah, you could use a change”
“Really? Huh, always thought it was cool. But if you say so, I’ll head to the barbershop after the gym” He patted my back. Again.
As we returned to the house after the day of (not really much) work at the farm, Moose and I entered the house and just… were there for a few minutes. We couldn’t talk about anything really, nor kiss.
The twins reappeared a few minutes after we did, so the guys took a quick shower each and just headed out to the town.
I would have liked to go with Moose to the town and see his haircut, but I would have to wait until they finished working out at the gym and they usually take an hour or two before returning to the house.
“-Damn headaches…” I heard from the living room after I finished my bath. I put on a clean set of clothes and went to see what was going on.
Dan was holding his head with one hand while he waited for Netflix to load on the TV.
“Everything alright?” I asked him.
He got startled, and looked at me. “Oh, sorry Josh” He said, scratching his head “Forgot ya were around. Kinda used to havin’ the house empty when the guys go to work out” He laughed.
“Oh, I was just heading to my room to relax for a while” I moved my arm a bit “I feel a bit sore-y”
He smiled “You can stay and watch some good police shows if you want”
I gently declined his offer and he said that it was fine. I went upstairs and laid down on my bed for a while.
I thought about everything. It was kind of getting out of control. I could totally make the two guys love me… Yeah, that could work. I just had to be careful, make the pair aware of each other’s feelings for me to avoid conflicts later on.
Then I would have to take care of my step daddy and Shad.
Dinner was normal, we had breaded chicken with salad. Moose and Thad couldn’t stop staring at me and it made me nervous, but luckily Shad and Dan didn’t notice a thing.
Hadn’t mentioned this before, but Moose’s haircut made the hunk look way better. His black hair was now stylized in a mid-fade faux hawk, and he reminded me of an old high school classmate. He was hot, and pretty cool. Sadly, we lost contact after we graduated.
I headed to Thad’s room.
My step brother greeted me with a friendly smile and a nod.
I wanted to make this fast, before anyone could notice. “Potatolad”
His expression faded. He stood there, blankly staring at me. Probably waiting for commands “Lay down on your bed and wait for me to return, understood?”
“Yeah… bruh…” He mumbled, doing as he was told.
I proceeded to leave the room and close the door, heading over to Moose’s room.
I heard chatting at Shad’s room, but Dan was already at his own room. Maybe he was having a call?
Shrugging off those thoughts, I went to Moose’s room and closed the door behind me. I didn’t have a trigger for him, so it would be more difficult.
“Bruh? What’s up?” He asked, with a nice and cocky smile. He probably wanted to make out again.
“Hey, this may sound weird but…” He had to obey everything I said, right? “Can you believe everything I say? Like, everything I say is the truth, got it?”
His eyes got a bit glassy for a second as he processed the order. “Uh… Yeah, everythin’ you say is the truth, bruh” He shook his head, as his eyes returned to normal “Why? Somethin’ happened?”
“Nah, nothing really” I started “Just wanted to tell you that you’re alright with Thad also having a crush on me, and that you’re happy that your brother and you both love me”
He just stared at me, like I was telling him a random fact. “Yeah, cool. I’m happy Thad is also in love with ya, bruh”
“And also, you won’t say anything to Dan or Shad about it, and will act completely normal when near them. Just for safety, alright?”
He nodded again “Sounds a’ight”
I walked closer to him and planted a quick kiss on his lips. He was still in his normal clothes, but I still remember how he looked in just his underwear, with his big cock poking out.
He smiled at me and said “Better go to sleep, kinda tired tonight. G’night, Josh” as I walked to the door.
“Night, Moose” I left and closed the door behind me. Great, just one left.
Shad was still chatting with someone on his room, but it sounded like he was about to finish “Nah, you end the call… I won’t do it, you first babe”
Aww, my step brother has a girlfriend! More reasons to avoid making him fall in love with me. I’m happy for him, and he’s been nice with me since the beginning, so better not get on with him.
I went back to Thad’s room quickly and found his still on his bed, looking to the ceiling.
“Can you hear me, Thad?” I asked him. What if he fell asleep while waiting for me?
“Yeeesss…” He mumbled.
Awesome. He was still… ‘awake’.
“I want you to listen carefully, and believe everything I say as the truth, understood?”
He nodded, so I continued “You are still in love with me, but Moose also is. You acknowledge this and are completely comfortable with it. Is that alright?”
He took a bit more of time than usual, but he mumbled a “Yeeeesss… Moose in love with you…”
Resuming with the second important suggestion, I continued “You will also act normally when Shad and your father are around, to avoid raising suspicion, understood?”
“Yeeesss… Act normally… Bruh…”
Same as with Moose, I planted a kiss on his mouth, which he didn’t react to.
I snapped my fingers in front of him, and he blinked a few times.
“Uh… Hey, bruh? Did I fall asleep?” He said, stretching himself.
“I think so, I just came in” I answered, shrugging.
He got up and gave me a playful slap on the butt. “Well, happy to wake up to an amazing view” He said, with a flirty voice.
I rolled my eyes and got on the bed “Would love to do something but I’m really tired. Moose kind of killed me with the work” I told him.
He lifted his hands, chuckling “Fair enough, bruh. G’night” He winked an eye and climbed on his own bed.
“G’night Thad” I said, before closing my eyes and thinking about tomorrow’s plan. Shad already had a trigger I could use to make him oblivious to me fucking with his brothers’ minds, but Dan… I would have to take care of my step-father. Just one more induction Josh, you can do it!
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apex-academy · 5 years
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Chapter 3: Down Down Down and the Flames Went Higher (#19)
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“Otoya?”
He doesn’t respond.
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“Otoya. Open the door.” I sigh. “At least a crack.”
I hear grumbling, but it’s too low to make out words. The door opens, though it’s even less than usual. I have to squint to see the usual sliver of Otoya.
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“WHAT?”
I incline my head back towards the main door.
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“Come on. We’re going to have supper.”
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“No.”
He shuts the door.
I heave a sigh. How do I even approach this? If I can’t appeal to the basic human need to eat food, maybe I can play off survival from a different angle.
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“This isn’t helping your case, you know.”
“What case?”
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“The case for not killing you. Which is normally pretty strong. No one’s stupid enough to come after you when there are weaker victims available.”
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“But if you’re eating so little you pass out, then that might not be the case anymore.”
“I don’t pass out!”
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“Yeah? Then what happened at the end of last trial, exactly? Just felt like taking a nap all of a sudden?”
“Shut up!”
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“Otoya.”
He pries the door open again, if only to show that he’s glaring at me.
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“Doesn’t freaking matter if I’m awake or not. You can’t attack me if I don’t leave.”
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“Wrong.”
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“What do you mean, wrong? Think you can break down the door?”
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“Don’t have to.”
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“All I need to do is wire up some machine to leak carbon monoxide and pipe it in there. Good way to go after you if you’re always in your room, and you wouldn’t get a chance to fight back.”
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“...”
He opens his mouth. He closes his mouth. He shuts the door.
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“...”
I don’t think he’s gearing up to open it again. Can’t hear much in there. Geez. I take a deep breath and load the only other ammo I can come up with at the moment.
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“You have to be hungry, right?”
“Why the frick would you assume that?”
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“Because human beings are known to get hungry? Multiple times a day?”
“Shut up.”
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“That’s your way of conceding I have a point, right?”
He growls. Yes, then. I sigh and lean against the wall.
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“You’ll have to leave eventually, so you might as well do it now while something good's waiting for you. Yuki said she’d make supper for us.”
“...”
The door opens slightly, but he still doesn’t speak. He just eyes the hall behind me as well as he can with his view so obstructed.
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“Did you want to do a group of three? I can see who’s around.”
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“...Yeah. Fine. J-just...”
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“No one... stupid!”
He somehow slams the door shut over the great distance of one inch.
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What’s that supposed to mean? No Kaichi? 
Doubt it. Either way, I try Mahavir’s door. Success. Group of not-super-talkative people completed.
Coaxing Otoya outside is a small victory, but I’ll take it. If I can’t be content with anything but getting out of here, I’ll get frustrated much more than I need to be. Counterproductive.
We enter, and Otoya immediately takes a seat in the far corner of the cafeteria. I guess I’m bringing him his food. Whatever. I step over to the kitchen to check on Yuki and nearly stumble over someone else in the process.
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“Oh, sorry.”
Tamiko leans back and straightens out her hat.
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“Nah, you’re fine, hon.”
She steps aside so I can pass, but then she pauses.
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“You don’t happen to play anything, do ya?”
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“Pool.”
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“I meant instruments.”
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“I figured.”
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“But I haven’t played any of those since elementary school, no.”
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“Trying to find people for the concert? You’re still planning to put it on, then?”
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“A’ course!”
I glance at Yuki, who’s stirring something over at the island. Doesn’t look like she’s finished cooking.
I lean against the wall.
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“Who's in, so far?”
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“Well, Arthur can play a coupla obscure instruments I never heard of, but that ain’t much help. He and Tsunyasha’re gonna work backstage, though.”
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“Tsunyasha?”
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“Yea! Dunno if she's got any idea what she’s doin’ back there, but I’m sure we can work it out with a li’l practice.”
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“Don’t got anybody on instruments yet, but I ain’t asked all’a y’all.”
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“Course, I can set up some computer-generated background kinda stuff if I gotta.”
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“I might be able to help with that? Doubt I know the program you use for it, but I could figure it out, I think.”
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“Thanks, hon. I’ll letcha know if it goes that way.”
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“Okay.”
I start to back away but stop and turn back towards her. 
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“Are you sure it’s a good idea to go ahead with this?”
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“Whaddaya mean?”
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“Since the motive’s been released.”
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“I’d like to hope nobody’s going to get stabby on us, but I can’t be too optimistic. Hosting big events might just be asking for trouble.”
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“Hmm.”
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“Long as I make sure everybody’s havin’ a good time, it oughta be fine.”
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“It’s hard to murder somebody if you’re busy enjoyin’ a concert, wouldn’t ya think?”
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“I’d certainly hope so.”
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“But it’s also a big distraction someone could use to their advantage. I know you’re good, but if someone’s heart is set on killing, I don’t think just hearing your music is going to stop them in their tracks.”
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“Hmm... Yea.”
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“...But we didn’t need any big events for somethin’ to happen last time.”
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“That’s true.”
I’d hate to just pull the plug on this, though. It would be nice to break up the stale, tense air in this place.
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“You’re already getting people to help backstage and maybe with instruments, right? Maybe you could put someone on patrol, too.”
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“Well shoot, now we’re runnin’ outta people to actually listen to the concert.”
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“Yeah... We could always switch jobs and do a second one later, if you want.”
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“True enough.”
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“I think I’d trust you to run security if ya want to.”
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“Hm.”
I’d rather enjoy the show, but like I said, she can always do a second one. And I’d rather have no one die than make sure I can have fun.
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“Sounds good. Keep me in the loop.”
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“Sure thing. Thanks for bein’ a doll.”
With that, I step aside to check on the food.
I’ll think I’ll be cautiously optimistic. If we just keep an eye on each other in here, we shouldn’t be able to wreak much havoc. Tamiko’s concert will be fun enough—maybe not for me, but I’d still hear the music—and Monochap’s opened up enough rooms at this point for us to stay entertained pretty well otherwise. We can hang in here a while.
There’s still the motive. Is it that much to worry about? Money. Maybe, if this were some other time, with other people, in some other situation, I’d kill someone for that kind of money. I don’t know. But this is this situation, with these people. We’ve already been through a lot together. It should take more than that to make us turn against each other. Because we’ve still never actually done that. No one committed murder for the first motive, and no one tried to save their own skin for the second. 
I have every reason to think we’ll be okay. I just need to make sure of it.
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I just thought I'd let you know I'm so excited about the Soulbound event I had a mini dream about it. XD It was super short just before I woke up, but basically Legs goes to the Cradle to find someone for me... and no one was there. I woke up before he could tell me if they were taken or if one just didn't exist for me. :'D Anyway, thank you again for the fun event! I'm enjoying seeing everyone's stories. ^_^
If no one was in the cradle for ya my dear, it might be they were in the process of falling to find you. Don't worry, there's a bitty for every human!
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acarnivalofstars · 5 years
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Ensemble Stars Event Translation: Various Crossroads “Crowd” Part 2
Note: I’ve started school again since my break has ended so there is a possibility updates will slow down again/be on hiatus. I will do my best to finish this story ASAP however since I realize it’s taken so long to complete it but I truly appreciate all of you who’ve been patient for this long. I’m sorry and thank you!
Special thanks as usual to my proofreader Linne who accepts my sense of humor while translating!
Rei and Koga meet up with Kuro who was in charge of the stage outfits this time around. We get a little insight as to how he and Rei know each other and Keito ponders on his plans with some uncertainty in his snazzy new clothes.
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[DEADMANZ Stage]
Rei: Bouzu~ Sorry to keep ya waitin’. I’m here.
Kuro: ...Oh, if it ain’t Sakuma?
Rei: Huh? It’s Kiryuu-kun. What’re ya doin’ here?
Kuro: I ain’t here to get in yer way. I got asked a small favor so I dragged myself over here.
We exchanged numbers awhile ago, so we’ve talked a few times over the phone.
Whenever I don’t understand somethin’ while I’m studyin’, he helps me out.
He’s the fastest one to get info on lessons or event schedules from, after all.
Rei: That so? I thought ya were a lone wolf who never hung out with anyone, so this is a surprise. ...Are you and bouzu close?
Koga: A lone wolf? Are ya talkin’ ‘bout me, Sakuma-senpai?!
Rei: Yer more like a lone puppy than a lone wolf.
Koga: I’m not a puppy! Anyway, do ya know this guy Sakuma-senpai?
The two of ya seem oddly close~ This guy also showed up a few times while we were havin’ lessons!
Kuro: Don’t point at others.
...As you can tell just by lookin’ at me, I don’t exactly fit in at school. I often hang around the roof or the gardens where people aren’t around.
I often see Sakuma in those places. And so, after talkin’ with him a few times we’ve become acquaintances.
...Yer pretty popular, no? Why’re you often hidin’ in the shadows like that?
Rei: Nah, always havin’ people ‘round me makes me unable to calm down. It can’t be helped since that’s just how I groove, but it does get tirin’ sometimes.
Just endlessly listening to people’s problems and givin’ them advice…
It just doesn’t let ya feel like yer enjoyin’ life to the fullest. Or even worse, it makes you feel like yer not even alive.
Kuro: That so? As a hoodlum hated by others, that doesn’t sound half bad to me.
Keito: Kiryuu. I’ve changed into this for now, but does it look okay?
Kuro: Yeah, overall it fits perfectly, but lemme do some small adjustments.
This is my first time makin’ a full-fledged outfit, so I’ve still got some areas I’m dissatisfied and worried about.
Rei: Ohh? What’s this, bouzu? That sure looks cool...Are ya wearin’ that while singin’ today?
Koga: Gyahaha ☆ What’s up with ya, Hasumi-senpai? That’s some serious rock n’ roll wear ya got on!
Keito: Oh, Sakuma-san and Oogami… You speak as if this has nothing to do with you both, but you’ll also be wearing this.
I asked Kiryuu to make this special outfit in order for today’s event.
Since Sakuma-san was overseas, we couldn’t get an exact measurement for his sizes…
As such, the length of his clothes might not be correct. After putting it on, if it doesn’t fit properly then we’ll get adjustments made.
Kuro: Yeah. That was also a part of your request, so I’ll make sure to take of that end too.
Keito: Thanks. We plan on making this a rather intense performance, so it’s possible the outfits might get damaged while we’re singing.
Just to be safe, I’d like for you to stay here until it ends.
...I might need you for other tasks as well, you see.
Of course, we’ll take care of the admission fee. Feel free to order as many drinks as you want, too.
I hope that serves as enough thanks for making such incredible outfits in just a week.
Kuro: Don’t sweat it. I had fun with it as well. If ya ever need outfits again, give me a call, Hasumi.
Rei: Ahaha. Looks like ya guys became real close buds, huh? The two of ya are basically a honor student and a delinquent, so you’re like polar opposites.
Keito: Kiryuu’s more serious than he looks. Also, it seems that he’s skilled at sewing. He often accepts requests for him to make outfits or patch them up, apparently.
Accepting jobs on school grounds without permission is a violation of the school rules, though.
In exchange for overlooking that, he agreed to make these outfits for a reasonable price.
If he wasn’t able to get them to us in time, I figured it’d be okay to just use one of the outfits shared by the school. But instead, he pulled through and finished them. I have to take my hat off to him. Once again, thank you Kiryuu.
Kuro: I told ya not to sweat it. More importantly, you’re almost up. Stop chattin’ and get ready.
Come on, you too, Sakuma and...Oogami, was it? Change into these, the both of you.
Rei: Hmm, I see. Roger that. I’ve got a pretty good idea as to what bouzu is planning to “ask” of me today. It’s more or less what I expected, but I’m interested in seein’ how this’ll play out.
Here, Puppy… We’re gonna change now. Don’t just dawdle around.
Koga: Huh? Hey, stop tryin’ to take off my clothes! I ain’t a baby ya know! I can change by myself!
Rei: There’s no need for ya to get all red. Yer not some naive maiden, after all… Also, this dressin’ room’s cramped so don’t squirm around.
Koga: We can just take turns changin’, can’t we? We don’t have to go in together, right~...?
Kuro: Haha. They sure are lively, huh? This feels oddly different from an idol Live. It’s my first time doin’ somethin’ like this.
I’m startin’ to get a lil pumped up myself.
Keito: …….
Kuro: Hm? What’s wrong, Hasumi? You sure don’t look good. Hold it together, man. Yer gonna be singin’ in front of people soon.
Keito: I know. Still, I can’t get rid of this uncertainty… What if I made an error in my judgement? Is this choice of mine truly correct?
Well, I’ll know the results soon. Even if I go on and on about inconsequential matters, nothing will change at this point.
I have no choice but to prepare myself for the worst and put my body and soul into it--No, I have to yield myself to fate.
I’ll do everything I can...I will definitely make my dream come true.
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lostinreality014 · 6 years
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Author’s Notes: In my mind, this piece is a chapter to story that I may not ever write. While this piece is purely fan fiction, it is quite personal and very close to my heart. There are aspects of this piece that I have experienced in my own life which, in some ways made it very easy for me to write. But it was also terrifying to write because of the anxiety I feel putting a fairly big piece of myself out there. I truly and honestly don’t know if I’ll ever develop a full story for this. I have lots of ideas, but they’re not ideas that can be formulated into a story at the moment. Hopefully one day I will write it. But until then... I wanted share this part of it with you.
Also note: This piece is also posted on my WATTPAD account
I have to say a massive, massive thank you to @wdmsusie for being my beta to this piece, for all of her invaluable input, and for assuring me my writing doesn’t completely suck. 
Emerson was sitting on the sofa with the TV tuned in to reruns of Will and Grace to keep her company until Niall returned home. She had left his single release party around 10, and to say she was not in a good mood would be an understatement. Since her knee injury a few weeks ago, it had been a struggle both mentally and physically on a daily basis. Even though she was thrilled for Niall and so proud of him for everything he was accomplishing so far as a solo artist, she found it incredibly hard to not be in a constant state of jealousy. And while things had been rough between them the last two or three months, and especially since her surgery, she had been determined to put their issues and her own struggles aside so as not to take away from his special day.
The reruns of her favorite show, also turned on as a means of distraction, were doing a poor job of keeping the memories from the day she learned her career was over from playing on a loop in her head. She supposed that's what she got for knowing the episodes so well. Initially the doctors had thought her injury wasn't as serious as it was. Her MRI results showed otherwise. They showed a complete tear of her ACL rather than a minor tear as was originally thought. The moment the doctors explained the full extent of her injury and the surgery she would need, she knew her dance career was over. Thankfully, Niall had been able to reschedule the couple of meetings he'd had the day she got the news of her MRI results so he could be there with her. While she didn't handle the news well at all, she knew she wouldn't have handled it as well as she did if Niall hadn't been there with her.
Dance was who Emerson was. Her dad had enrolled her in ballet lessons for her fifth birthday and she'd fallen in love immediately. And one of the things she had struggled with the most since her surgery was knowing the one thing that made her feel like she had a purpose in the world and made her feel like she belonged somewhere, she no longer had. Dance had been her outlet; her way of conveying her thoughts and feelings. When words failed her, dance was there. Being a professional ballet dancer didn't pay as well as other jobs would have, and it certainly didn't pay anywhere near the kind of money Niall brought in with his career, but she'd been happy. And she'd been able to support herself and also send some extra money back to her dad in Toronto long before her and Niall had started dating and he'd asked her to move in with him.
What hurt as much as losing her career was knowing her dad had lost just as much. He was her biggest fan and supporter. And even though he hadn't been able to fly to London to visit her very often, anytime she called to tell him she'd been cast in a lead role, or a role that meant a lot to her, he found a way be in the audience on her opening night. He'd sacrificed so much for her, so much more than any single parent should have had to. There had been many times when they didn't have enough money to pay the bills and the only thing they had to eat was cereal and peanut butter sandwiches. But his little girl was his world, and his only concern was that she was happy.
Emerson's dad had done everything he could to make sure she got the training and education she needed to make her dream of becoming a professional ballet dancer a reality. And when she nearly turned down the offer to study at the Royal Ballet School in London on full scholarship following her performance at the Youth America Grand Prix competition, her dad refused to let her. Aside from losing his wife and mother of his only child, leaving Emerson in London after she was settled in was the hardest thing he'd ever done. But he wasn't going to let her pass up the opportunity of a lifetime. When Emerson saw the tears of pure joy on her dad's face the day she graduated from Royal Ballet School and was offered a place in The Royal Ballet as a Soloist, she knew all the time spent apart and all the sacrifices he'd made had been worth it. And her dad had felt the exact same.
The commotion going on in the current episode snapped Emerson out of the place she'd gone to in her head. And when she got her bearings back and realized she was at home instead of Niall's release party, all of the frustration she'd felt earlier came flooding back because things had gone smoothly for the most part all day... until they weren't once at the party. There'd been plenty to do before having to get ready and then head to the venue so it'd been easy to keep herself distracted. But after being left alone for nearly an hour while Niall schmoozed it up with his friends and various industry people, she'd decided it was time to head home. She'd been to plenty of these events for the Royal Ballet before her injury, so she was well aware that people would be after Niall's attention all night. But she had hoped Niall would at least be nearby and include her in the conversations and celebration of his second single release as a solo artist.
The cab ride back home was spent dealing with the war going on inside of her head. She'd called Sadie and by the time the cab pulled into the drive, coming to a stop at the gate, Emerson had a plan. She was going to pack as much as she could in her two travel cases and wait for Niall to return home. Her mind was seventy-five percent made up about going back to Toronto to be with her dad for a few weeks while she started her knee rehabilitation, figuring out how to start over, and what she would do next. That other twenty-five percent wanted to stay in London. She knew her decision to stay or go to Toronto would largely depend on how the impending conversation with Niall went.
It was nearly midnight before she heard the front door open and close, signaling Niall was finally home. Emerson didn't bother getting up to greet him (not that she could have done that easily with her knee at the moment), nor did she acknowledge he was home until he had spoken to her first.
"Have you been here the whole time?" Niall asked, his tone tense and annoyed. Emerson held her gaze on the TV for a few seconds more before finally acknowledging him, sending visual daggers in his direction.
"Took you this long to notice I'd left?" she asked coldly.
"Noticed it when I came back with our drinks. Spent the last two hours tryin to find ya instead of enjoyin the evenin with ya."
"Enjoying it with me?" She laughed sarcastically. "You deserted me when you went to get our drinks."
"I wasn't gone that long," he huffed. Emerson raised an eyebrow at him.
"I was alone for nearly an hour before I decided to leave. I know we have no intention of making our relationship public knowledge to the whole world anytime soon, but enough people within your circle know we're together. And it's beyond humiliating to be at a table by myself with everyone throwing sideways glances at me and having to cover for you and say that you just stepped away to get us drinks when that wasn't the reality of the situation."
"I tried to get back to ya. I kept getting stopped every time I turned around because someone wanted to say hello or introduce me to someone."
"Yeah... I know how these parties work. I've been to a few of them myself. You are allowed to tell people that you'd be happy to meet someone or say hello, but you just need to step out for a moment and you'll be right back."
"Cause that's not rude when someone wants to introduce you to one of the top executives in the industry."
"But it's not rude to leave your girlfriend alone for nearly an hour?" she asked, her voice slightly higher than normal. "I'm sure whoever wanted to meet you would have understood. Record execs attend these parties all the time so I don't think they would have been offended that you needed to step out for a moment. And I don't think they would have been upset either if it took you a few minutes to get to them because other people want your attention." He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "Clearly it didn't occur to you to ask them, or others, to meet you at the table where you left me so I could have been included in some part of your evening."
"Not like you would have been there when I got back since you up and left and didn't even bother to tell me you were leaving." He snapped, his eyes flashing angrily at her.
Emerson watched him close his eyes as he made himself take a deep breath to keep his emotions in check. Arguing was something that Niall and Emerson didn't do very often. In fact, the number blow out arguments they'd had in the time that they'd known each other could be counted on one hand. Every time they had one of those arguments, they made it a point to remind themselves of their promise to communicate and be open with each other so they could hopefully avoid anything more than a heated conversation. And as much as they didn't want to get into another full blown argument tonight, they were both finding it increasingly difficult to keep their cool.
"I tried to tell you I was leaving. I called you and texted you. Multiple times. I never got a response."
"I left me phone in the car and didn't realize it. You could have tried to find me."
"You're really suggesting that to me right now? Especially when you know I haven't been cleared to put weight on my leg for more than ten or fifteen minutes at a time? Hell I have a hard time getting around on these crutches as it is. And this damn contraption on my knee doesn't make it any easier."
"What the hell is with you lately?"
"What's with me?" Emerson laughed humorlessly. "Of course you haven't noticed. You've been too wrapped up in your own little world to notice or care for that matter."
"Notice what? That you've been clingy and needy as hell? And too busy acting like a jealous brat?" The moment he said it, he wanted to take it all back. He hadn't meant to lash out at her like that and he certainly hadn't meant to say those things. But this was a rare moment when his filter failed him and his temper got the better of him.
"That's low. Even for you," Emerson said softly, her voice trembling now. She'd done well with keeping the tears at bay, but that stung. A lot. His words had hit her with as much force as if she'd been physically punched in the stomach.
"Emmy..."
"Don't." she snapped. "Don't try to take it back. Clearly you meant it." She sniffled as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"No, I didn't." he said adamantly. "I didn't mean it."
"If you didn't mean it, you wouldn't have been thinking it in the first place. And for you to say it so easily, it's clear that you have been thinking it for a while." He opened his mouth to respond, but he had nothing. He had nothing because she was right. He hated that she was. Well she was right that the thought had been running through his mind lately. But he truly hadn't meant it. And knowing Emerson as well as he did, he knew trying to defend himself or apologize in this moment wouldn't help matters. It would just dig him in deeper.
"Since it seems you've forgot again," Emerson sneered, "I'm not physically capable of doing some things I normally can do on my own at the moment. I didn't realize asking for help or needing help doing some things made me clingy. I'm so sorry I'm such an inconvenience to you."
"You're not an inconvenience!" Niall exclaimed in exasperation.
"You sure have an odd way of showing it." She seethed. "I would have thought you'd be more understanding and sympathetic since you were in my position a few years ago." Emerson paused for a moment to take a breath. "I get how frustrating it is to be interrupted, especially when you're on a roll. But I've tried really hard to be considerate of you and the work you've been trying to get done. When you're home, I only ask you for help when I think you've reached a stopping point, or when you're not in the middle of keeping up with some golf tournament. Every time you complain when I ask for help, it makes me feel like I'm a burden to you."
"You're not a burden, Emmy! You're still recovering from major surgery. Of course you're going to need some help until you heal."
"Then don't act like it's the end of the fucking world when I ask for help. Surely you haven't forgot what it was like in the weeks after your knee surgery. If I'm not a burden or an inconvenience, the least you could do is help me out without all the moaning and groaning. I already feel guilty enough that I have to rely on you more than normal when you're busy working." Niall started to say something, but promptly shut his mouth. Again, Emerson had a point. And since he'd already shoved his foot in his mouth with his earlier comments about her being clingy and jealous, he knew it best to not say anything else for the moment.
"And that whole jealousy thing," Emerson said, her voice bitter. "You're right. I am jealous. But not for the reasons you think I am."
"I'm not following."
"Your knee surgery didn't end your career. Mine did. Do the math."
"Now who's acting like the world ended."
"Fuck you!" Emerson spat. "I can't believe you have the audacity to say that to me."
"There is more than one career out there. You can have any career you want."
"Are you serious right now?" she exclaimed. "I cannot believe those words just came out of your mouth. Of course there is more than one career out there. And maybe I could have any one of them. But they're not the careers I want, Niall. They're not the careers I poured my heart and soul into for years and spent hours training and practicing for. Do you really think that little of my career and my dreams?"
"Of course not!" He exclaimed. "Anyone who watched ya on stage or listened to ya talk about dancing could see how much ya love it. Anyone could see that's what ya were meant to do. Meself included."
"Really?! Because if you believe that, if you really knew how much I loved ballet like you claim you do, you wouldn't be brushing any of what I'm going through off as me overreacting and being jealous. If you really believe that I was meant to be a ballet dancer, you wouldn't be saying the shit you just did, and you would have noticed how much I'm struggling to cope with having my career taken away from me on top of trying to recover from my surgery."
"How would I know when you never talk to me anymore?!" He cried. Emerson laughed in disbelief.
"Don't you dare," her voice was so low is sounded like a growl, "Don't you dare pin this on me. Especially when you were calling me clingy not even two minutes ago. You sat on this couch with me and held me while I cried the day I was told my career was over and promised me that you'd be here for me. You promised me that you'd help me get through this and help me figure out how to start over. You have yet to follow through on either of those promises. And every time I try to talk to you when it seems like you show the slightest bit of interest in how I'm doing, or when I'm really struggling to cope with everything, I get interrupted by someone who needs you to be somewhere two days ago. And then I'm left in the dust wondering when I stopped being a priority in your life. When we stopped being a priority."
"How can you say that? You know you're a top priority to me." Emerson laughed again, but it was empty and hollow sounding.
"Do I know that? Because you haven't given me any reason in the last several weeks to believe I am. Or that we are."
"This is me life, Emmy. This is me job. I thought you knew what you were signing up for when we decided being friends wasn't enough for either of us."
"I'm well aware of what I signed up for." she snapped. "God you really can be an ass when you want to be. No..." she said firmly when he went to say something. "No. You've wanted me to talk to you, so I'm going to. And you're going to listen." He snapped his mouth shut.
"While my job may not have been as demanding as yours in some ways, I get that there are times when you have to drop everything on a moment's notice to take care of something. But for the most part, your career won't stop or end because you don't take care of something right this second. If I really am a priority in your life, you wouldn't put your work before your girlfriend every fucking time the phone rings. You would make it a point to tell whoever calls that unless it's an absolute emergency, you have something else that needs your attention at the moment and you'll be there as soon as you can. There'd be a balance between work and personal life, which we were doing pretty good at until I got injured. If I am a priority, you would have noticed how much I've been struggling since my surgery. And not just physically." Emerson carefully stood up and steadied herself, wincing slightly at the sharp pain that shot through her knee, before looking back up at him and carefully side stepping her way around the coffee table.
"But I see now that asking for help and asking to be a priority in your life that's at the very minimum, an equal priority to your job is asking too much of you."
"Where ya goin?" she could hear the confusion mixed with panic in his voice as she made her way toward the stairs and she hated that she was about to walk out on him. Whether that was for good or temporary, she didn't know yet.
"Back to Toronto to spend time with my dad for a while. I need to figure things out. And at least he'll be there to help me through all this since you're too busy being the mega pop star that you are." She knew that was a low blow coming from her, but she'd never held his career or music against him for the long stretches of time they spent apart from each other until this moment. And as selfish as it was, she didn't want her or their relationship to be low on the priority list anymore.
"That's not fair."
"And the way you treated me tonight is?! Or the way you've been treating me for the last few weeks since I've been cleared to do more than move from our bed to our couch and back again?" Emerson nearly yelled as she reached the top of the stairs.
"So you're just gonna leave?" He asked angrily, his voice slightly higher than usual.
"What reason do I have to stay?" she bit back, wishing she could storm down the hall like she wanted to.
"What reason?" Niall spluttered. "What about me? What about us?!" he exclaimed, the panic in his voice was evident.
Emerson was well aware of his fear of being without her. She was just as scared of being without him as well. They weren't dependent on each other to the point where they couldn't function on their own without the other being near, but they depended on each other a lot because their careers were similar in many ways. They were both the constant in each other's lives. The constant that kept them grounded when things started to get too overwhelming. But it was clear to her now that she couldn't stay. Not when the one person she really needed to help her navigate through the rough waters she's facing couldn't be bothered to be there for her. She knew deep in her heart that she needed to get away and clear her head for a little bit so she could figure out what she wanted to do next.
"It doesn't feel like there's much of an us anymore." she said as she hobbled into their bedroom.
Emerson's voice breaking and seeing her suitcases on their bed caused Niall to stop dead in the doorway of their bedroom. He'd honestly thought Emerson saying she was going back to Toronto was being said out of frustration and anger, which she had every right to be when he thought about it. He didn't think she'd actually leave and back down from the challenge of figuring out what to do next. It wasn't something Emerson did. If someone told her she couldn't do something, she'd find all the ways she could to prove them wrong. As he watched her slowly make her way across the room, he realized she was right that he hadn't given her any reason to stay. He hadn't followed through on his promises to her to be there for her and help her through this transition in her life.
"I love you, Niall. I truly am happy that things are going so well for you, and I'm so proud of you even if doesn't seem like I am. But it hurts to see you spend every day doing something you love and seeing your career as a solo artist take off. Part of your life was my life a few shorts weeks ago. And I don't want to look at you and feel that way because you deserve every good thing that is about to come your way. You worked so hard as part of the group, and you're working hard now to prove that you can be just as successful on your own. This knee injury and not being able to live out my dream anymore is unfortunate and something neither of us could control. If I stay, I'll end up resenting you more than I already do. And I don't want to resent you for living out your dreams and doing something you love. That's not fair to you." She paused and turned to take her suitcases off the bed and set them on the floor.
Niall debated whether or not to go over and help, not that he wanted to because he didn't want to her to leave but he also didn't want her to risk hurting her knee. But that nagging feeling in his stomach told him to stay put.
"You've watched what losing my career as done to me over the last few weeks. But you still don't see how much its affected me. And I'm starting to wonder if you ever will."
When she looked up and her eyes met his, Niall felt his heart flutter in his chest, and not in a good way. The pain in her eyes was like a flashing neon sign. In that moment, Niall was forced to admit to himself that he had no idea what Emerson was going through. He had no idea what it was like to have a career you loved suddenly taken away from you without any say in it. All those moments when someone called him and said they needed him to be somewhere for something and he went instead of staying with Emerson were now flashing through his mind at a rapid pace. He felt like a complete ass for putting his music first when he should have been putting her first. And he felt even worse for accusing her of being clingy when she was very clearly asking for his help.
"It would be so much easier to stay and figure out what's next if I had decided it was time to move on to the next chapter of my life. But it wasn't my decision. I was forced to retire because of this injury."
"I don't want you to leave." he said softly, debating whether or not it was safe to approach her. "You've never backed down from any challenge, no matter how tough it is. Anytime someone said you couldn't do something, you always proved them wrong. You going back to Toronto feels like you're running away."
"So I'm supposed to stay and try and figure out how to start my life over when being here is a constant reminder of everything that I had? I'm supposed to stay and figure out how to start over while watching you perform every night wishing it was me on stage? How is that fair to me? How is that going to help me move on?" He shrugged because he didn't know what to say, much less have an answer. And because the thought of her leaving in any capacity terrified him.
"If I asked you to stay and at least give it a try, would you?" his voice was so soft, but the fear in his tone was crystal clear.
"No," Emerson's voice was gentle, but sad. "Everything that's happened over the last couple of months, what's happened tonight, and since you got home especially, has shown me what I've been avoiding for a while now. I need to go back and be with my dad for a bit. I need to figure out how to start over and I can't do that in the city that held and still holds all my dreams. And I really need someone that can be my support system and be there for every step of my recovery and starting over."
"I know I've done a shit job of it lately. And you're right that I haven't given you much of a reason to stay. But I can be that person, Em. I can. Let me prove it."
"I know you can because you have been before. But I don't think you can this time. I have to accept that and so do you."
"No. We don't have to accept that."
"Yes. We do." Her voice was still gentle, but it was firm. "Be honest with yourself. Do you really think you'll be able to be there for me the way I'll need you to be, when you're about to go off on a massive promo tour for your new single?" His shoulders slumped in defeat. He knew she was right.
Niall knew in the pit of his stomach he wouldn't be able to be the support system she needed when he was in a different city every two days with all of his focus on promoting the new single. And for a split second, even though he knew it was completely unrealistic and would be nearly impossible for her as far as her rehab would go, he considered asking her to come with him on his promo tour.
"So where does that leave us?" he asked, slowly making his way toward her. "Does this mean we're over? Because I don't want us to be over." Emerson shrugged and tried to bite back the sob that was bubbling up in her throat when he took her hands and rubbed gentle circles to the backs of them with his thumbs.
"I don't want us to be over either," she hiccuped. She truly didn't want that. But she knew if they wanted their relationship to last, they couldn't keep going on like this. "But my head is all over the place and I can't think clearly. I just know that I need to get out of London for a while. And I think we could use some space ourselves. You just dropped another single, and you need to focus on that and whatever it is you need to do to finish the album so it can be released when you want it to be. I need to focus on the next phase of my rehab and taking care of me, both physically and mentally. Me staying isn't going to do either of us any good. Me staying will hold you back."
"You won't hold me back." He argued.
"I already am. We're both holding each other back as it is. This constant bickering that we've been doing, and taking out our frustrations on each other, it's not good for either of us. This isn't healthy. Maybe if we'd both paid a little bit more attention and communicated better like we promised ourselves after our last blow out argument, we could have avoided this whole situation." Emerson could see the wheels turning in his head and kept quiet, giving him the time to process his thoughts.
"I know it's too late for me to realize how much I've fucked up." Niall spoke softly after a minute or two. "And I'll do whatever it is I have to, to make it up to ya. I really don't want us to be over." The tears Emerson had been holding back spilled down her cheeks when his voice broke.
"I don't know if we need space or if we need to close ourselves off from everything and everyone for a couple of days and just talk and focus on us. But it seems like your mind is already made up. And if ya want to go back to be with your dad for a bit, if that's what ya think ya need, I won't stop ya." Emerson bit her lip when he gave her hands a gentle squeeze. She could see that as painful as it would be to let her go for a bit, he didn't want to force her into anything she didn't want to do.
"And you're right. I haven't been treatin ya the way you should be and deserve to be. I'm gonna kick meself in the ass for a long time about it. But I wanna to do whatever I can to help you because I love you and because you're the most important person in me life."
The small sob Emerson had held back a few minutes ago forced its way out of her throat against her will. And whether she wanted it or not, Niall wrapped her up in his arms and held her tightly, knowing this was going to be the last time for a while that he'd get to hold her and comfort her. He almost let out a sigh of relief when he felt her arms wrap around his waist, her hands fisting his shirt tightly. To him that was a positive sign. It was a sign that she still wanted him to be the person she turned to when things got tough. But it also made his heart squeeze uncomfortably in his chest because he could feel how much she'd missed being able to turn to him for comfort and reassurance when she'd needed it, and him, the most.
"I'm sorry I haven't been there for ya like I promised I would be. I'm sorry I failed ya." he whispered against her ear, tears burning at the backs of his eyes as he loosened his hold and took a small step back from her, keeping his arms around her waist. He wasn't going to let go until she made that move. When Emerson finally looked up at him, he could have sworn he felt his heart crack inside his chest. And he hated himself even more for being a reason for the pain she was feeling.
"I'm sorry too." she whispered, hiccuping softly.
"I know I don't have the right to ask, but please don't leave. Let me hold you tonight and be there for ya like I should have been. Ya can talk to me if ya want, or not. Just give me one more night." he pleaded softly.
"You won't try to convince me to stay?" Niall took a shuddering breath, a tear rolling down his cheek much to his dismay. He hated himself for giving her any reason to think that he would try to change her mind when it was already made up.
"No. If ya still want to go back to Toronto in the morning, I won't stop ya. I'll drive ya to the airport meself."
Emerson didn't say anything, just contemplated his request for a few moments. She wasn't sure it was a good idea to stay, but the pain and guilt etched in his eyes was enough to make her cave. Not only did she selfishly want to spend a few hours wrapped up in his arms again, the nagging feeling in her chest felt like a sign that staying one more night would give them the chance to work things out somewhere down the line. And she really wanted them to have that chance once she'd got her feet back underneath her because she couldn't picture her life without Niall in it.
"Okay. I'll stay."
When Niall woke the next morning, rain was pelting against the windows (fitting for the mood), one half of the bed was empty, and there was a hole in his chest where he was pretty sure his heart was meant to be. He stared at the empty spot next to him, mentally kicking himself in the ass for fucking up so badly, and hoping like hell he could fix it and have a second chance at a future with the girl he knew he was meant to marry.
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Will Smith and Jimmy Fallon Rap the History of Will Smith
Published on Jan 9, 2020
Will Smith performs an original rap with Jimmy breaking down the Fresh Prince's entire life and career to date. Full lyrics below: Will From the City of Brotherly Love Jimmy That’s Philly Will Comes the brother that you love by the name Jimmy “Big Willie” You seen him in Billboard, starring in shows But there's a lot about him that you might not know Will What what? Jimmy Actor? Rapper? Will Nah, pleadin’ the fifth Jimmy, let’s teach ‘em all somethin’ about Will Smith Jimmy and Will Back in eigh-ty-five! Will Rocked the house ‘til it turned to rubble, Every time I told y’all "girls ain't nothing but trouble" Jeff’s the DJ, I'm the rapper You can call him Jazz, you can call me dapper Then I was rappin’ just to make bus fare Then I moved in with my auntie and uncle in Bel-Air Jimmy I don’t gotta tell you that show was awesome Every Monday night, before an all-new Blossom Will Six whole years I lived with the Banks So if you can dance the Carlton, I still give thanks But a real big star needs a real big screen So I had to spread my wings, if you know what I mean I went ham, no beef, no Kevin Bacon Even though we still connect with six degrees of separation “What you gonna do?” When you hear the siren noise Me and Martin, a couple of Bad Boys Independence Day, aliens on my turf You invading us? Nah, “Welcome to Earth!” Jimmy ‘97 married Jada, and she still set it off, Any questions? You and she can have a Red Table Talk Will Agent J, Men in Black, keepin’ a file So y’all could get jiggy with us Big Willie style Jimmy and Will Na na na na na na na, bienvenido a miami Will Started out a Prince, then became the Fresh Papi Cuz Trey is the Ace, Jaden's a force Willow came and told ya “whip your hair back and forth” Wild Wild West, Enemy of the State-est Jimmy Like Muhammad Ali said– Will “I’m the greatest!” Jimmy From way back when to the new Willenium Shark Tale, played a fish, I was finnin’ ‘em Men in Black and Bad Boys too Jimmy Give him 60 seconds, he can solve a Rubik's cube Will Dropped lost and found, turned it over and switch Jimmy He even got Kevin James a date in Hitch Will Just doin’ my Happyness, no tension Jimmy Forget the wack rappers, man- He am Legend! Will Joined Suicide Squad, played Deadshot Then dropped my superpowers and I found ‘em Hancock Jimmy He fought Ron Burgundy in Anchorman 2 Will Then I bungee-jumped out of a chopper on YouTube Jimmy and Will (yelling) Ahhh! Will Checkin’ off my bucket list, enjoyin’ the ride Jimmy And if you haven’t done it, please like and subscribe Will Aladdin ain’t never ever had a friend like me And I turned into a pigeon in my last movie So whether G, Genie, matchmaker, fish or a bird Jimmy You’re a good man– Will And Bad Boy for life Jimmy and Will Ya heard? Subscribe NOW to The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon: http://bit.ly/1nwT1aN Watch The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon Weeknights 11:35/10:35c Get more The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon: https://www.nbc.com/the-tonight-show JIMMY FALLON ON SOCIAL Follow Jimmy: http://Twitter.com/JimmyFallon Like Jimmy: https://Facebook.com/JimmyFallon Follow Jimmy: https://www.instagram.com/jimmyfallon/ THE TONIGHT SHOW ON SOCIAL Follow The Tonight Show: http://Twitter.com/FallonTonight Like The Tonight Show: https://Facebook.com/FallonTonight Follow The Tonight Show: https://www.instagram.com/fallontonight/ Tonight Show Tumblr: http://fallontonight.tumblr.com The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon features hilarious highlights from the show, including comedy sketches, music parodies, celebrity interviews, ridiculous games, and, of course, Jimmy's Thank You Notes and hashtags! You'll also find behind the scenes videos and other great web exclusives. GET MORE NBC NBC YouTube: http://bit.ly/1dM1qBH Like NBC: http://Facebook.com/NBC Follow NBC: http://Twitter.com/NBC NBC Instagram: http://instagram.com/nbctv NBC Tumblr: http://nbctv.tumblr.com/ Will Smith and Jimmy Fallon Rap the History of Will Smith http://www.youtube.com/fallontonight #FallonTonight #WillSmith #JimmyFallon
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