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chaeryybomb · 3 years

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BRUTAL

pairings: female reader x best friend!jungwon

summary: they told you that these were the golden years, but to you "golden" was a rusting metal spray painted yellow. the story of a seventeen year old trying to survive high school when all you do is try your best. but your best friend jungwon makes it worth the while.

genre: high school au, friends to lovers, fluff, tiny bits of angst if you squint, attempt at humour

featuring: jang wonyoung, kim sunoo & nishimura riki

word count: 4.5k

warnings: reader having a existential crisis most of the time, strong language, mentions of insecurity

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You slumped forward the moment the bell rang, letting your head hit the table. You could care less if a bruise would form on your forehead, you had much bigger things to worry about. Your teacher left the class wordlessly as the class was busy doing their own thing. And by that, everyone was buried nose deep in studying. You lifted your head to see the different books of the same topic scattered on your desk, a yellow highlighter balancing on the edge of your table.

Reaching over to grab the highlighter, you turned your head over to the side to look at your desk mate. Wonyoung sat there looking straight out from a k-drama, with her hair flowing down her back perfectly and her slender nimble fingers moving as she continuously wrote in her notebook. She was smart too, fluent in English and Korean, great at maths and science. And on top of that she was kind and friendly, everyone loved her. You did too, you had the honour of calling her your best friend. But sometimes you felt insecure around her, everything she did looked flawless and there you were just trying your best.

"Ack!" You yelped as you sat up straight, holding your forehead. Wonyoung rolled her eyes at you with a small smile on her lips, she had flicked your forehead to get you out of your thoughts.

Without taking her eyes off the textbook, she tapped your own workbook with her pen. Silently telling you to stop procrastinating. You pouted at her and looked at the clock, 10 minutes before lunch. Maybe a walk to the girl's bathroom would do you some good.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you whispered to Wonyoung. She nodded and smiled at you before you walked out.

As you strolled towards the girl's bathroom, you passed by the bulletin board outside your class. A bright blue poster stood out with the words "ENJOY YOUR YOUTH" in white. Scoffing at the message, you continued on your way.

"I'm seventeen now, where's my fucking teenage dream?" You muttered to yourself. You were tired of waiting for your life to end up like a coming of age movie. Everyone told you that these were the golden years and you should enjoy your youth, but you swear to god if you hear another one of those cheesy sayings, you might just cry on the spot.

Reaching over to open the stall door, you halt in your actions when you heard familiar voices talking.

"I'm so worried for finals, my parents are gonna kill me if I fail English again," a girl complained. You hear the sound of tap water running. "How are you so calm during this time, Mirae?'

"What's the use of studying hard anyways," the second girl, Mirae, said. "We all know the top spots are gonna be taken by Jang Wonyoung and Yang Jungwon, I just study enough to pass."

The other girl snorted at her reply. "Imagine if those two got together, the power couple of the year," she suddenly said.

"Poor Y/N then, she's gonna be over shadowed by them."

"As if she already isn't. I almost forgot they were a trio until you mentioned Y/N," the girl laughed.

"What can I say? They're out of her league," Mirae joined in with her laughter.

The two voices faded away as you heard the door closed. Finally pushing the door open, you looked at your reflection. Your eyebrows knitted in annoyance and your face was morphed in a scowl. You washed your hands aggressively and poked the inside of your cheek. What bugged you was that they were right. You were the black sheep between Wonyoung and Jungwon. Both of them were smart and amazing, and you're just…you.

You love your best friends, you truly do. But you were constantly compared to them and you hated it. Everyone wanted them, you watched as guys tripped over to confess to Wonyoung and girls squealing when Jungwon smiled at them. The two of them always reassured you that you weren't beneath them but you were sick of their sympathy. You're so caught up in the news of who likes you and who hates them. You just wished people liked you more.

Storming out of the bathroom, someone accidentally ran into you and caused you to fell onto your butt. The student immediately stood up and scurried off, not bothering to even a mutter an apology. All I did was try my best and this is the thanks I get, you thought bitterly.

They said that these were the golden years, but you wished you could just disappear. God, it's brutal out here.

"Y/N, wait up!" Jungwon called after you.

You stopped in your tracks as you watched Jungwon waved goodbye to some students before jogging towards you.

"You heading to cram school today?" He asked you as the both of you fell into the same walking rhythm.

You shook your head, clasping your hands behind. "I moved it to Thursday instead, Wonyoung said I had to many things on Tuesday," you told him. Originally, you would be heading to the library to study before heading over to the cram school. But Wonyoung took one look at your schedule and decided that you did not had enough breaks, so she managed to convince you to take the Thursday slot instead. Thursdays are one of the days where you would not go to the library.

Jungwon seemed to be disappointed to find out that you had switched slots. Maybe he should changed slots too, but does he have any empty spots open for Thursday though? He'd have to check later. Instead, he coughed and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"Do you wanna come over later? The new Demon Slayer movie is out," he offered, hoping that you'd accept.

Unfortunately, you once again shook your head. "Sorry Jungwon, I'd want to cram even more later. Finals are really creeping in and I can't afford to waste any time," you told him with a sad smile. As much as you would like to ditch the books and watch Demon Slayer, the glaring C on your last history paper was telling you otherwise.

You stopped walking when you had reached your doorstep. "Thanks for walking me home, Jungwon. See you tomorrow!" and with that you disappeared behind the door.

Jungwon waved goodbye as he watched the door closed. The smile on his face dropped and his shoulder sagged. Jungwon you idiot, of course she would want to study, he scolded himself. With disappointment on his face, he trudged home with a heavy heart.

"Change of plans, guys," he announced as he swung the front door open, unfazed by the fact that Riki and Sunoo were lounging on his coach. He accepted the fact that Sunoo had somehow gotten the keys to his house (suspecting that his mother probably gave it to him due to favouritism or maybe Riki had sneakily made a copy).

Riki's head poked out from the couch. "She rejected you, didn't she," the younger boy said with a smirk.

Jungwon's face ears turned red as he glared at the boy. "No she did not!" He immediately told him. "She rejected the offer to watch the movie, that's different!"

"That's basically rejection, hyung," Riki laughed.

The other boy just glared at him. "Shut up!" he sputtered out before hiking up the stairs.

Sunoo gave Riki a look, to which the Japanese boy just shrugged his shoulders innocently.

Jungwon walked out from the shower, a towel around his neck with one hand running through his damp hair. Sunoo and Riki had left earlier, finally giving him some peace and quiet. His phone screen was flashing from his study table, initiating that someone was spamming him (quite aggressively) with text message. With a raised eyebrow, he picked up his phone

[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON

[7:10 pm] wonyoung: WHY DID Y/N JUST MESSAGED ME ABOUT HOMEWORK

[7:10 pm] wonyoung: ISNT SHE WITH YOU

[7:11 pm] wonyoung: I THOUGHT YOU SAID U WERE GONNA WATCH A MOVIE

[7:11 pm] wonyoung: DEMON HUNTER OR SMTG

[7:12 pm] wonyoung: WHY IS SHE ASKING ME FOR HW

[7:12 pm] wonyoung: DID U CHICKEN OUT???

[7:13 pm] wonyoung: omg u chickened out didnt u

[7:14 pm] jungwon: jfc wonyoung

[7:15 pm] jungwon: and no i did not chicken out okay

[7:15 pm] jungwon: she declined

[7:16 pm] jungwon: she said she had to study ;-;

[7:17 pm] wonyoung: omg u suck

[7:17 pm] wonyoung: i told u the movie idea was dumb

[7:18 pm] wonyoung: but do u ever listen to me

[7:18 pm] wonyoung: no

[7:19 pm] wonyoung: and now u suffer the consequences

[7:20 pm] jungwon: yea yea i get it im dumb

[7:20 pm] jungwon: now what's ur solution the great jang wonyoung

[7:21 pm] wonyoung: i am so glad u asked :)

[7:21 pm] jungwon: oh no

[7:21 pm] wonyoung: stfu im giving u a better idea

[7:22 pm] wonyoung: a n y w a y s

[7:22 pm] wonyoung: my ynradar is going off and she's s a d

[7:23 pm] jungwon: how would u know

[7:23 pm] jungwon: she seemed fine today

[7:23 pm] wonyoung: stfu jungwon its best friend things u wont understand

[7:24 pm] jungwon: i-

[7:25 pm] wonyoung: and as her future bf u SHOULD start to train ur ynradar

[7:25 pm] wonyoung: anw its exam season stoopid

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: and its when those kids start to talk abt how the both of us are gonna get top scores

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: and they talk down on y/n while doing so

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: assholes

[7:27 pm] wonyoung: so i propose to u

[7:27 pm] wonyoung: a ✨ study date ✨

[7:28 pm] jungwon: i

[7:29 pm] jungwon: that's

[7:29 pm] jungwon: actually not a bad idea

[7:30 pm] wonyoung: obv i came up with it

[7:31 pm] jungwon: can u not

[7:31 pm] wonyoung: anw a study date

[7:32 pm] wonyoung: she's struggling in maths

[7:33 pm] wonyoung: specifically taxes because she said and i quote

[7:34 pm] wonyoung: "why do we have to do taxes when we pay people to do it for us"

[7:34 pm] wonyoung: so pls help her and try to cheer her up

[7:35 pm] wonyoung: and confess coward

[7:36 pm] jungwon: i make no promises for the last one

[7:36 pm] wonyoung: aFTER EVERYTHING I JUST SAID

[7:37 pm] jungwon: what if she rejects me wonyoung

[7:38 pm] wonyoung: WE'VE HAD THIS CONVERSATION A LOT OF TIMES JUNGWON

[7:38 pm] wonyoung: SHE LIKES U BUT SHES TOO DUMB TO REALISE

[7:39 pm] jungwon: sigh

[7:40 pm] jungwon: fine i'll try thanks wonyoung

[7:41 pm] wonyoung: np i expect y'all to be a couple by next monday <3

[7:41 pm] jungwon: i-

Sighing for the nth time of the night, Jungwon sat on his bed. He allowed the towel to slipped off his shoulders as his thumb hovered over your chat icon. Truth be told, he always thought his crush on you was unrequited love. You never showed any signs of returning of feelings so he thought he would just ignore the feeling until it was gone.

But oh boy was he wrong, because he didn't knew that he would be spending his high school years by your side. And now you occupy his mind 24/7. Wonyoung could literally tell that he was in love with you, but somehow you never caught on. He allowed Sunoo and Riki to convince him to do the whole "movie date idea", but that failed. So Wonyoung's suggestion was his only option left.

He typed out the message, ready to send it out. If only he could just press the button. Come on Yang Jungwon, you can do this. Just press the damn button Jungwon. Suddenly his phone pinged loudly, scaring the lights out of the poor boy as he yelped and his phone landed with a thud on the ground. He peered over his bed, as if his phone was a ticking bomb.

Oh, it was a message from you.

[8:01 pm] y/n: hey do u know where wonyoung is

[8:01 pm] y/n: she isn't answering my texts

Oh no. He realised that your chat was open, the two ticks indicated that he had (unintentionally) read the message. He couldn't just leave you on read. That's just evil. Scrambling to get his phone, he immediately typed a reply to cover for the other girl.

[8:02 pm] jungwon: sorry i don't :/

[8:02 pm] jungwon: what do u need her for

[8:03 pm] y/n: mf was supposed to teach me a maths question but she left me on rEAD

This was his chance! It was the perfect opportunity for him to score a date with you. Okay, breathe in breath out Jungwon. Don't mess it up and just ask her, he mentally prepared himself.

[8:04 pm] jungwon: oh i could help you if you want

[8:04 pm] jungwon: yk with finals coming up and everything, i can help you study

[8:05 pm] jungwon: if you want of course

[8:05 pm] y/n: omg srsly??

[8:06 pm] jungwon: pls help me study my braincells are literally dying

[8:07 pm] jungwon: jdsjkda okay how about this saturday at your place?

[8:08 pm] y/n: yeah sure

[8:08 pm] jungwon: cool its a date then!

You blinked at Jungwon's message. A date? Wait, did Yang Jungwon just indirectly asked you out? Nah, nah. You were overthinking it. Yes, definitely overthinking. Don't kid yourself, why would Jungwon ask you out on a date? Jungwon is just a friend, you tried to convince yourself.

Keyword: tried.

If he really was just a friend, then why did it felt like butterflies were in your stomach when he said "it was a date"? Then why did you frowned when those girls said that Wonyoung and Jungwon would make a good couple?

Oh god, do you have feelings for your best friend?

Saturday came faster than you would have liked it to. Ever since that last chat with Jungwon, it gave you the sudden realisation that you did in fact had feelings for your best friend. You tried so hard to avoid him in school because you don't want the butterflies back in your stomach. It was basically confirming the fact that you like him. Well, avoiding him also confirmed the fact but you choose to be in denial about it.

You didn't tell Wonyoung about your study date but lately she's been sending you outfit ideas on Pinterest. Specifically, date outftis. And whenever you tried to ask her a question about school, she brushed you off with a random excuse. So it left you no choice but to save those questions for Jungwon.

Speaking of Jungwon, he had texted you 10 minutes ago that he was on the way. You were standing in the middle of your room with your hands on your hips. Both of your parents were out for the day, which left you alone at home. You had taken out the low table to be used later and it was currently in front of you. Colourful workbooks were neatly stacked on top of it.

You did a 360 turn around your room. Was it messy? You cleaned it this morning when you woke up. Did you had any clothes out? No, doesn't look like it. For some reason, you were a nervous wreck. You blamed Jungwon. He just had to call this a date, didn't he.

Should you change? Maybe you should finally look through all those pins Wonyoung sent. Wait, no, why would you have to change into something nice. Jungwon was here to help you study, just that.

Yeah, a study date, your mind emphasised on the word.

The sound of the doorbell pulled you out from your thoughts. You immediately went to open the door. Yang Jungwon stood there on the other side, with his signature smile. Had he always resembled a sheep? He just looked so fluffy.

"Hey!" You greeted him with a smile, internally wincing at your way-too-enthusiastic voice.

But Jungwon didn't seem to mind it. "Hey!" he greeted back.

You moved to the side to let him in. "Thank you for having me," he said as he bowed then proceeded to remove his shoes.

"Uh, do you want anything? Water?" You asked him.

He shook his head.

"Ah, cool. Let's head to my room," you started to walk back to your room.

"Where are your parents?" He asked.

"Out," you simply replied.

That was when it dawned upon you, that your parents were not home. Leaving you and Jungwon, alone. Together. In your room. Alone. With the boy you potentially have a crush on.

"Y/N?" Jungwon tapped on your shoulder. You had stopped walking when you were suddenly washed over by your thoughts. Snapping out of it, you sent him a small smile before opening the room to your door.

The both of you shuffled into your bedroom, you sat down in front of the low table while Jungwon settled down next to you. He moved to take out his books then turned to you. "How about we do some studying and if you have any questions, you can ask me okay?" He said.

You nodded and flipped your own workbook open, immediately starting to work on the first question. Jungwon copied your action and a comfortable silence engulfed the both of you. As the time passed, you found yourself stuck on a certain maths question.

You slightly turned your head to the side to look at Jungwon. He was concentrated at doing his work, you felt a sense of deja vu while looking at him. He resembled Wonyoung when she was studying. At the thought of Wonyoung, you suddenly thought of what those girls said at the bathroom.

They would make a good couple, wouldn't they, you thought. The power couple of the year.

The butterflies in your stomach faded away into an uncomfortable feeling. Just the idea of them getting together already made you sick. You bit the inside of your cheek, you really did had feelings for him. And now it scared you because what if he doesn't feel the same. You made a mental note to consult with Wonyoung later, at least you hope that you'll allow yourself to tell her.

Jungwon must've noticed you staring and gently tapped your head with his pencil. A contrast to when Wonyoung painfully flicked your forehead.

"What's wrong? Are you stuck on a question?" He asked.

You leaned back a bit at the sudden action. You were so deep in your insecurities that you had totally forgotten about the literal problem sitting in front of you. Yet you couldn't even bother to ask him so you just shook your head. "I'm gonna get something to drink," you said instead.

Jungwon watched as you stood up, then decided to follow you as well. "I'll come along."

The boy joined you in the kitchen, perched on one of the island stools as you grabbed a can of soda from the fridge. He studied your movement as you worked around the kitchen. Your features were neutral, you weren't smiling nor frowning. But he could tell that your shoulders were tensed. Wonyoung was right, you did seem down. And he cursed himself for not noticing earlier.

"You okay?" His question made you stopped in a mid-pour stance, the can of soda was tilted but not enough for the contents to be poured out.

You brushed his question off and poured the drink into the cup. "Yeah," you hummed.

Unconvinced by your answer, he pried more. "You know you shouldn't care about what they say, right?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, pretending like you didn't understand where he was coming from.

"You're not below us, you know that right?"

You couldn't help but scoffed at his words. Jungwon's lips tugged downwards "I'm being serious here, Y/N," his tone was stern. "You shouldn't listen to what they say. You're more than just-"

The sound of the can being slammed down shuts him up. Your fingers tightened around the can as you looked at him. You didn't had the energy to hear him preach the same old "Don't Listen To Them" speech. You don't need his pity.

"I don't want to hear it, Yang Jungwon," you said through gritted teeth. Not sparing him another glance, you threw the empty can into the trash as you grabbed your glass.

As you walked past Jungwon, he suddenly reached out and held onto your forearm. "Y/N," he said softly. "Please tell me what's wrong."

You sighed and slowly turn around to face him, placing the glass back on the counter. You took in a deep breath before you opened your mouth. "I feel like I'm not enough," you finally said. "Everything I do just doesn't seem enough. All I'm doing is my best but it's just crushing my ego because everyone is telling me that you're better than me."

"I feel like no one wants me and I hate the way I'm perceived. It's always poor Y/N this and poor Y/N that's because everyone just sees me as your shadow and I fucking hate it. I only have two real friends," you gestured wildly. "And lately I'm a nervous wreck cause I keep comparing myself to the two of you. I'm not cool and I'm not smart, and I can't even parallel park!" You threw your hands up in frustration, the feelings you kept inside were pouring out like a waterfall.

Jungwon just stood there as he listened tentatively to every word. He didn't knew that you felt this way, bottling up all your emotions like that.

"And I'm so tired of people telling me to enjoy my youth and that these are the golden years. I might just fucking cry if I hear those words again," you finished ranting. It felt good, it felt like a weight on your heart has been lifted. Then you remembered that you just dumped all of it on Jungwon.

You opened your mouth to apologise to him but he surprised you by pulling him into his arms. At first you were standing stiffly at the sudden contact, but it took a millisecond for you to melt in his embrace. His arms were gently around your back and you returned the hug by wrapping your arms around his torso. The two of you stay in that position for awhile, relishing in each other's embrace. You definitely needed this hug.

Tightening your hold on Jungwon, you realised how important he was to you. He was your best friend and he was always there for you. It was stupid of you to compare yourself to him, when all he did was tried his best for you. The taller boy chuckled when he felt you rubbed your face into his shoulder, he involuntarily released a contented sigh. You felt one of his hands stroked your hair, it felt comforting. That action itself was enough for the butterflies to slowly settled back in you.

After a while, both of you finally (unwillingly) released each other. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ears and said, "You're wrong by the way." Which made you tilt your head in genuine confusion.

"You are cool and you are smart. You're like the coolest person I know. And no one thinks of you as our shadow, you don't hear it but I've always hear the juniors praising you for helping them and how enthusiastic you are," the way he delivered his words was filled with pure awe for you.

"And who cares if you can't parallel park. You didn't hear it from but Jay hyung failed his drivers test three times just because he couldn't parallel park," and that got a laugh out from you. Jungwon smiled proudly that he managed to make you laugh. "And you're wrong when you said no one wants you. I want you."

You blinked once, twice and thrice. He wanted you? "You're just saying that cause you're my best friend," you replied.

"No," he firmly said. "I like you, Y/N."

(Jungwon doesn't know where he got this sudden surge of confidence, but the mood was the perfect time for him to confess. It was a one time chance and he had to take it.)

You chuckled. "I like you too, Jungwon. We are friends aren't we?"

"No, Y/N. I like you. More than friends."

"Oh." Oh.

"Yeah," he scratched the back of neck awkwardly. Oh no, did you not feel the same way?

While you on the other hand, were malfunctioning on the inside. Your best friend just confessed to you and you were frozen on the spot. Why couldn't he had done it over text instead. If he had done it over text, then you could've left the message unread and you could've spammed Wonyoung for help. But the thing is that it wasn't over text and you couldn't just tell him to wait here while you panicked to Wonyoung in your bathroom.

Yang Jungwon likes you. And you like him too, right? Because if you didn't, your cheeks won't be heating up right now and your heart would have not be beating rapidly like it was going to break your rib cage any second. If you didn't like him, there would have never been butterflies in your stomach. Yeah. You like Yang Jungwon, you like him a lot.

"Me too," you whispered, it was soft but it was enough for him to pick it up. Jungwon eyes snapped to you, doe eyed filled with hope. "I like you, too," you said, this time louder. And you made sure you looked him in the eye when you confessed.

You watched as Jungwon's mouth morphed into a big grin. He let out a sigh of relief and dropped to his knees, surprising you. "Jungwon!" you squeaked, bending down to help him.

"I'm fine! I'm fine," he assured you as he stood up with your help. The grin on his face was still there. "It's just that … you like me," he breathed out. "You like me back, wow. I-I can't believe it."

Your face was definitely burning with embarrassment. You punched him lightly on the shoulder, turning away to hide your face. "Believe it, you dork. I like you, okay!" Somehow his grin was able to grew wider at your words, Gently, he took your hand in his.

"How about we stop this study date, and I'll take you out on real date?"

a/n: thank you so much for reading this <3

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cj-sparkss · 3 years

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blue butterfly -

request | Hii! Can I ask for a request, where the reader is childhood friends with eren, mikasa and armin and has been in love with eren for awhile, but she had a feeling that mikasa also had feelings for him, so she kinda ignored her feelings (reader's kinda a nonchalant and calm person so not many people are able to read her emotions?) not knowing that eren also had feelings for the reader. Then somehow Mikasa found out about reader's feelings and had a conversation with eren and *poof* some fluffy confession from eren or something.😅😅Btw i love every single one of your fanfics and I am so glad I found your account. Arigato!!❤

eren’s masterlist:

the soft breeze blows away in the background, ruffling the virescent and tattered leaves on the old bark wooded tree. the jays are chirping their famous musical songs from the sky, the golden sun shining upon the grassy field below.

“hey, look at this!” the golden-haired boy softly nudges your side with his book, bringing your attention back to him. he scoots closer to you, close enough so that you can clearly be able to see the book set in his hands. with a slender finger, he points to a certain image on the page, the paper noticeably old and worn out, slightly a yellowish-brown, the corners of the material curling up and inwards.

looking down to where his pointer finger is directing to, you see a black and white photograph of a peculiar insect. you tilt your head, as if changing your perspective would help you understand it better.

it’s... a butterfly? but this one is different. the wings almost look like they have fur, the antennas white and black, almost flawlessly painted in stripes, as if manmade.

“armin, what is this?” you lift your head to look at the boy, a puzzled expression on your face, but also a curious one, eyes pleading for him to tell you more.

armin looks at you with those bright blue orbs, eyes filled with flaming wonder and excitement, painfully happy that you want to know more about what he’s showing you. “well you see, this is the-“

“armin!”

the both of you snap your heads in the direction of the voice. walking across the grassy area are mikasa and eren, eren being the one to call out armin’s name. he’s is waving his hand, a bright toothed smile plastered on his face. mikasa is beside him, a tiny smile on her face as well.

“hey guys!” armin gleefully waves his hand at the duo, eyes gleaming in the sunlight. mikasa and eren trot closer to the both of you, taking a seat across from you and armin on the grass. eren sits back in front of you, stretching his legs out to the side, extending his arms behind him to hold himself up, while mikasa sits cross-legged in front of armin.

a soft breeze blows over you guys. eren’s gaze wanders to yours, and he smiles softly at you, turquoise orbs glowing. “hi.”

you smile back. “hi.”

“what are you looking at?” mikasa asks, curiously gazing at the thick book in armin’s hands.

“oh, this!” armin beams, setting the book down on the grass in the middle of the four of you, the page still set on the mysterious butterfly he was showing you earlier. once again, he points to the image on the page, circling it. “i was going through it earlier, and i stumbled across this page. it’s a butterfly.”

“it looks interesting.” eren points out, tilting his head to the side. you and mikasa nod your heads in agreement.

“well, that’s because it is.” armin looks up, eyes glancing over each of your faces before pointing directly at the butterfly.

“you see, it’s called palos verdes blue.” he positions his pointer finger on the wings. “it’s wings are fuzzy, they look brown when they flutter closed. but when they are open, it’s a mesmerizing shade of blue, almost silver. it’s one of the rarest butterflies in the world. unique”

“wow”, you mumble under your breath. besides the photo not being in color, you can see its beauty simply through the page.

you’ve always been a sucker for armin’s new findings, you find them almost as fascinating as he does.

“it’s beautiful.” mikasa says.

“it is.” eren seconds.

you all sit in silence, admiring the picture, and simply just the world around you.

you glance over at eren, who is now looking up into the sky. his eyes are lost in deep thought, brows furrowed together, plush pink lips slightly parted.

you look at the way the breeze slightly blows his brown hair, length ending slightly below his jawline. you look at the way his emerald orbs shine brightly in the sunlight, and how his eyes seem to remind you of the butterfly armin has described. they're both beautiful.

and you once again come to a realization, one that you have come to many times before. you’re in love with eren. and every day since you were children, you seem to fall even deeper.

you turn your head, and then what you see makes your stomach sickeningly churn. mikasa is also staring at him. and the look in her eyes — you get the same one too — you think it’s more than just a look of fondness.

you have gotten this feeling before. when you see eren and mikasa a little too close together, when you see the stolen glances from across the room that no one else noticed, you can’t help but feel… jealous?

is that it? maybe. probably. but you’ve never shown it. at least, you thought you did.

but over time, armin has seemed to notice. he noticed when you stared at eren for a little while longer than you should have, noticed how you always seemed to stumble over your words when he got too close, despite the years of friendship. noticed how you cared about him, in a way different from how normal “best friends” would care about him.

and yes. you have thought about confessing. many, many times in fact. but anytime that you would get the stomach to confess, you looked to the side, and mikasa was there. right next to him. always.

you don’t blame her. if you could, you would get close to eren as much as you could too. you just wish you were in her position, taking care of him when he got hurt, the one to fuss over him whenever something bad happened.

you’re pretty sure she loves eren too, maybe even more than you do.

so you decided to ignore your feelings. ignore the way your stomach seems to twist and turn whenever he gets a little too close to you, ignore the way your heart sped up when you two happened to touch for a few moments. ignore the way you longed to kiss his lips every time he spoke.

you assumed it was just for the best.

but mikasa on the other hand, seemed to notice the way eren would be staring at you when he thought you weren’t looking. she noticed the way he always seemed to end up next to you, trying to get as close to you as he could. the way his head always seemed to shoot up when your name was mentioned in a conversation, and the way he had a light blush on his face whenever you gave him one of your bright smiles.

she noticed the way he always seemed to be happier around you, even if it was just the subtle hints. the brighter smile on his face when you were around him, the chirpier moods when he knew he was going to see you soon.

she also saw you, the way you endlessly pined after him, subtle but not. mikasa saw it all.

and when she saw this, she was happy.

you weren’t wrong, she does love eren. but not in the particular way you think, she loved him like family. and as his family, and yours as well, mikasa wanted nothing more for you guys to be happy, together.

and so a plan was formed.

“hey armin, could i talk to you for a moment?” mikasa asks, motioning her head behind her while placing her hands against the ground to push herself up.

armin looks up from the bug he was admiring on the ground, nodding his head. “oh, uh, sure.” he pulls himself up, following after her.

you furrow your eyebrows. that seemed a little secretive, calling only him out like that.

“we’ll be right back.” mikasa says, walking away to the distance, armin trailing close behind her.

you wonder what they’re doing, but you're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear shuffling beside you, and then a body plops down on the grass next to you, taking armin’s previous spot.

“hey.”

“oh, hi eren.”

he smiles softly at you, scooting a little closer to your body. gently, he rests his head on your shoulder, leaning into your neck. “how was your day?”

you stiffen at the sudden contact. the touches, the considerate words, it hurts to be so close to him, yet he so far.

sighing, you relax again, looking down at eren and reaching to brush’s a strand of hair out of his face. “it was okay, how was yours?”

“good, now that you’re here.”

you smile. always the charmer.

he continues, “what do you think they’re talking about?”

you shrug your shoulders, eyes landing on their standing figures in the distance. “don’t know.”

“armin, we have to get them together already.” mikasa says, fidgeting with the red scarf laced around her neck.

“that’s what you wanted to talk about?” armin asks, tilting his head to the side with a quizzical look on his face. “i don’t really think we should get involved with that…” he trails off, blue eyes looking to the side.

“we have to”, she asserts. “this has been dragging on for too long. i’m tired of seeing eren mope around when they're not around.”

armin rubs the back of his neck, looking at mikasa with a hesitant gaze. “but, if we did, how would we even get them together?”

“tonight.” she takes a step closer, placing one of her hands on his shoulder. “i have a plan.”

armin raises an eyebrow. “a plan?”

mikasa nods. “all i need is for you to tell them to go to the beach a little after sunset, when the moon’s out.” she gives him a pointed look, stepping to the side. “can you do that?”

he sighs. “what exactly are you planning?”

“i’m going to get eren to confess.”

“how?”

“easy. i’m going to convince him until he complies.”

she’s being awfully brief, and armin doesn't know if he should ask more information on this so-called ‘plan’, or just do what she says.

he thinks. he wants the both of you to get together, to be happy. it’s about damn time in fact. so, if mikasa has a plan, it’s probably a good one.

he takes a breath.

“i’ll do it.”

“you’re going to confess. tonight.”

“what do you mean i’m going to confess? what are you even talking about?” eren takes a step back, a light blush dusted across his cheeks.

it’s almost dark out, the sun just about setting. eren and mikasa are by the same tree the four of you were at earlier.

“you’re going to tell them your true feelings. you have to.” she sighs, closing the distance between her and eren once again.

eren knows what she’s talking about.

he shakes his head, a frown on his face. “i don’t think now is the time to confess. i should wait until-“

“no. if you don’t tell them now, i’m going to tell them for you.”

eren panics, eyes widening in fear. “wha- mikasa, you can't do that!”

“watch me.” her voice is strong, not faltering, not a single trace of a joke within. she’s being serious.

he sighs, “but… what if they don’t feel the same way? we’ve been best friends for years, and this might ruin everythi-“

“eren.” mikasa places her arms on his shoulders, looking him straight in the eye. “you shouldn’t be worrying about that. here… we never know when our last breath is going to be. don’t waste your time on the what if’s. just do it.”

he looks back at her, registering her words in his brain. she’s right. he can’t waste more time. he shouldn’t. he loves you now.

“how should i do it?”

“just say what you're truly feeling. as long as you can do that, you’re fine.”

eren takes a breath, softly placing his hands on her wrists, removing her hands from his shoulders. “when?”

“when it’s dark out, at the beach. they’ll be there.” she gives him a small smile. that was easier than she thought. “good luck.”

you’re walking through the beach, feet touching the fine-grained sand. you gaze around, admiring the cerulean waves splashing quietly in the distance, the moon glowing from above in the sky. your mind wanders, and you wonder why armin had told you to come here tonight. he was being vague, and you don’t know what’s going on.

stopping right in front of the water, you admire its beauty. the way the moon lights up the area, providing a dim source of light. how the stars are spread across the dark dome, white specs shining from above. you think back to the butterfly that armin was talking about. “palos verdes blue…”

eren approaches the beach, and there you are, right in front of him. your back is turned to him, your front side facing the water. you seem to be heavily focused on the water, lost deep inside your own head.

he takes a deep breath, his nerves beginning to rack over him. he thinks back to the years you both have spent together.

he doesn't recall any memories of you hinting that you might love him as more than just family. and if you did, he didn’t catch it.

he sure does hope like hell though, that you might love him back. even if it’s just in the slightest.

mustering up his remaining courage, he begins to walk over to you.

you fail to hear the footsteps approaching you, still stuck in your thoughts. you don’t notice anything until eren is right next to you, standing tall as the wind blows his hair.

“hey.”

you turn to look at him, his gaze already set on you.

you’re confused. why did armin tell you to come here tonight? and why is eren here?

“hi eren.” you greet, a little skeptical. you turn so that you’re now facing him.

silently, you stare at his features, secretly admiring him. you look into his bright and bold turquoise eyes, still intense as ever. maybe even more this particular night. the dim moonlight is highlighting his skin, his soft brown hair shining.

you desperately fought the urge to reach out your hand and put them in his hair, to tangle your fingers in his locks, as you’ve always wanted to do.

eren stared back at you through thick eyelashes, heart hammering in his chest, he’s almost sure you could hear it.

he’s scared. scared that you might not feel the same way. scared to see your reaction to what is about to be his confession. but mikasa was right, he has to do it now.

at this point, he’s certain his heart is going to beat out of his chest, but he has to take the chance.

you smile, tilting your head in confusion. “eren? what are you doing he-”

“i’m in love with you.”

eren interrupts you in the middle of your sentence, greatly surprising you. you did a double-take.

did you hear that correctly? did he say that he’s in love with you? your brain is on fire, trying to decide if you heard those last words right.

“... what?”

he takes a step closer to you, closing most of the space between your bodies. he studies your facial expressions carefully, trying to decipher your reaction.

“i’m in love with you. i have been for a while.” he pauses, taking another breath, emerald orbs never leaving your face. “since we were children, i’ve always admired you. how you’re always there for everyone, how you never hesitate to help someone, even if you need help yourself.”

you aren’t even aware that you left your mouth wide open, and eren takes your silence as a cue to continue on.

‘just say what you’re truly feeling’ mikasa’s words ring around in his head. here goes nothing.

“your beautiful. so damn beautiful. amazing, kind. funny, smart. you have always been there for me, since i could remember. you never left my side. and you don’t know how happy i am to have you stand by me. you make me so happy. everyday. you make me smile, you make me laugh, you make me feel good about myself. you’re all i ever think about.”

wow. you don’t know what to feel.

all this time, you’ve been thinking that eren didn’t love you in the way you loved him. but he did.

“but, what about mikasa? is there really nothing going on between you two?” you look down, staring at your feet.

“look at me.” eren steps closer to you, placing his hand underneath your chin, gently bringing your face up to look at his. “remember the butterfly armin was talking about?”

you nod your head.

“well, it reminds me of you. unique...”, he lowers his head.

“special…” his voice is down to a quiet whisper now, only to be heard by your ears. he brings his head down, the tip of his nose coming in contact with yours while his gaze moves down to your lips for a brief moment, before returning to your eyes. he’s so close to you now, his body heat radiating off of him, surrounding you in warmth. he continues. “beautiful…”

his hot breath fans over your lips, as you look up at him with wide eyes, lips parted in anticipation. eren places one large hand on the side of your face, cupping your cheek. “can i?” he asks quietly.

still unable to form any coherent words, you give a small nod, and eren takes notice of the action.

without wasting a second, his plush lips connect to yours. his lips are sweet against yours, tasting and savoring every touch. after the initial shock wears off, you melt into the kiss, fluttering your eyes closed. he tilts his head to the side, deepening it.

after years of just imagining what your lips taste like, eren finally got to feel them against his form himself.

happy, he smiles into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

this is nice.

after a few moments, you pull away to catch your breath, chest slightly rising up and down.

eren’s thankful that it’s dark out, or else you would have been able to see the intense blush on his cheeks.

he rests his forehead against yours, a lazy smile plasters on his face. “nothing is going on between mikasa and i.” he places a soft kiss on your lips once more. “i love you. always have, always will.”

beaming, you tackle eren in an eager hug, resting your head against his chest. you can feel his heartbeat, beating erratically against your face.

the only thing you can hear is the faint splashes in the background, water bumping against the shore.

“i’m in love with you too, eren.”

and in that moment, it’s only the two of you against the world.

“do you think it worked?” armin asks mikasa, bright blue eyes looking at her with wonder.

mikasa nods, a small smile planted on her face.

“i know it did.”

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h2bakugou · 3 years

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Hello! Could I please get a soft shiggy x fem!reader? Basically the reader is like god dammit why aren’t u taking care of urself? And basically gives him a lil homemade spa day! I think it’d be really cute! It can be fluff or smut, whatever you prefer!

a/n: hii!! of course!! i kept this kinda fluffy, posting a day later but happy birthday shiggy baby

summary: the constant state that shigaraki stays in while running the league is certainly an interesting one, but you can’t bear watching him not take care of himself. so you arrange a day to do just that

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, mentions of not eating, mentions of anxiety, a few mentions of nudity but nothing sexual

word count: 2.2k (okay pop awf-)

;cut for length;

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The prominent dark circles under Shigaraki’s eyes were a clear indication that he had been up all night again. Even while he sat in the bed beside you, playing a game on some handheld console, you could tell he hadn’t been to sleep at all in the past twenty-four hours.

Trying to ignore the soft sounds coming from his game, you cuddled up to him anyway, slinging an arm under on of his, resting your hand back up on his shoulder, your grasp resembling that of a backpack strap.

“What are you playing?” You mumbled quietly, your eyes just barely peeking over his arm, the screen illuminated a little too brightly for your comfort.

“Some weird RPG I downloaded from a forum. It’s stupid.” Shigaraki quickly turned the game console off and set it on the night stand, turning over to look at you.

“You look tired, did you not sleep good last night?” You ask, reaching a delicate hand up to caress his cheek, thumb carefully grazing over the top his cheek. You pull him in for a delicate kiss, just barely touching his lips.

You were still half-asleep, but you could tell Shigaraki wasn’t taking care of himself again. He had these spells, usually around the time when the League wasn’t doing much, plotting or just moving around, he wouldn’t sleep, he’d barely eat-his excuse would be he forgot, but you knew he was anxious.

Anxious for what was to come. He was a good leader, and he was strong, probably stronger than you were, but that didn’t matter. You were worried about him.

You couldn’t stand seeing those dark circles under his eyes, of hearing his tummy rumble when you lay next to him. It seemed the scratching on his neck would worsen as well, raw skin peeking through under the already cracked and dry skin he itched at for what felt like hours.

“Didn’t sleep.” He replied quietly. He knew you were about to scold him. He could read it all over your face as you pouted, pulling him into you.

“You could’ve woke me up, and we could’ve done something to help you fall asleep.” You sit up, ushering him to lay in your lap. As he does so, you take one look at his hair and inwardly cringe.

It’s a knotted mess, and no matter how much you wanted to run your fingers through it, you probably wouldn’t even get halfway before having to brush your fingers out of there with a hair brush. Or worse, cut them out.

“Didn’t wanna bug you.” Shigaraki seemed cold. His responses were dry. You heaved a sigh and pushed him up by his shoulders. Slinking out of the bed, you walked around to his side and tugged him out, pulling him over to the bathroom by his arms.

“How many times have I told you I don’t mind.” You sigh as you set him down on he toilet lid, watching as he just nods, hanging his head as you turn on the water for the bath.

Allowing it to warm up, you turn back to him and tug at his shirt.

“Arms up.” You speak softly, proceeding to take his shirt off as he lifts his arms up.

“When did you get this!?” You’re visibly and audibly worried as you spot a rather large bruise on his side. It looked like it hurt.

“Last fight.” Shigaraki sighed and glanced up at you.

“What are you doing?” His lips were fitted in a thin line, his eyelids were barely open, probably to heavy to even try.

“I’m going to help you relax. Look, your shoulders are so tense you can’t even relax them!” You went to touch his shoulders and just as you had stated, the muscles felt locked and telling by the hissing from Shigaraki, they were painful to move and touch.

“Alright alright! Just, am I taking a bath?” He questioned. You nodded and stepped aside, allowing him to undress the rest of the way before getting into the tub, his lips parting as he sat down, the warm water already making him feel slightly better.

Taking a cup you’d left in the bathroom from dumping out some soda, you rinsed it quickly under the sink, making sure it wasn’t sticky, and then brought it over to the tub where you scooped up some water and poured it over Shigaraki’s hair.

Once it was wet enough to lather some shampoo in, you allowed him to lean back as you worked your fingers through his locks. Unknotting his hair and washing it was a bit difficult, but taking your time, you made sure every strand of his hair was clean.

Your fingers worked their way back up to his scalp where you massaged for quite a few minutes, both to try and remove any built up dirt and dandruff and to give him a bit of a massage.

Shigaraki was almost purring in satisfaction as you finally dragged your hands away, reaching for the cup to rinse his hair. It didn’t take you long to rinse out all the suds before getting started on the conditioner.

“Thank you.” Shigaraki mumbled, holding his knees to his chest, his head dipped back so you could wash his hair easier.

“Of course. I know you haven’t been taking care of yourself again, I know you don’t mean too, but I can’t help but notice.” You sigh, running the pleasant-smelling conditioner through his white locks.

“You have these weird spells. I understand though, how you feel. It’s not easy being the leader, I can’t imagine the stress you feel, but you’ve got to take care of yourself. It’s important. You gotta be strong for the league, and for yourself.” You know Shigaraki, a little more than everyone else in the league does.

You’re dating him for peat’s sake. But Shigaraki became standoffish, grumpy, and even distant during these spells. There was nothing to do. Besides maybe make up a plan for a little something just to do something.

He was anxious about the little things. About how the league looked to the public. About how long they had stayed in one location. About how long it had been since their last big attack.

He needed to get back to league business, but there needed to be time, a good plan, an opening, the forces to attack, all of it needed to be planned with pinpoint accuracy, and those things took time.

“I love you, a whole bunch.” You lean over and kiss his cheek, smiling as his cheeks burn red.

You lather up a loofa with some nice scented soap and begin to wash his back and shoulders, down his arms and a little on his neck.

You’re extra careful around his neck and try not to get any of the scented soap on his raw skin. You know it hurts, and it’ll sting when water washes over it, but you’ll have to take extra good care of that spot later.

When you’re finished washing him, you drain the water and let him stand up, switching the bath to a shower and you begin to rinse him off.

It feels so domestic, these few minutes. The way you laugh and giggle when you tell him to lift his arms and spin and then call yourself some sort of car wash as you spray the warm water over him.

“You’re making a mess.” Shigaraki states at the various puddles of water on the bathroom floor. You sigh and finally help him rinse his conditioned hair out, asking him to hold the shower head for you while you run your fingers through his hair and ring out all the suds.

After the shower, you let him stand and air dry why you go and retrieve a towel. Upon walking in, he’s turned away from you, so you decide to pinch his butt, playfully of course.

Shigaraki just turns and glares at you, taking the towel from you as you giggle.

“I touched the butt.” You laugh as you leave the bathroom, letting him dry off. While he does so, you search around for a pair of boxers to hand him as well as a comfy t-shirt to put on after you give him a nice back massage.

Handing him his underwear, you look away and decide to make the bed quickly while he gets partially dressed.

“Where’s my shirt?” He questions. You turn and for a few seconds, you’re flustered. There’s Shigaraki, hair dripping wet and running down his toned chest, right down to the waist band of his black boxers. The towel you’d given him is lazily tossed over one shoulder, and he looks like some sort of actor out of a terrible romance movie.

Too entranced by his looks, you quickly shake your head, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. You pat the freshly made bed.

“Back massage.” You blurt out kneeling on the bed, waiting for him to lay down.

“Flustered?” Shigaraki stands beside the bed, a finger under your chin as you look up at him. You lean up and kiss his lips, smiling as you pull away.

“Well when you look that good can you blame me?” You tease, waiting as he lays down on the bed like you had motioned for.

“I guess not.” He replies.

Laying his head over his folded arms, his chest is against the bed. You move to sit over his butt as you look at his back. Still a little damp from the shower, you take the towel that had been tossed on the bed and dry it off, running it through his wet locks a bit.

Tossing it down onto the floor, too unbothered about it leaving a wet-mark on the carpet, You squirt some lotion into your hand and delicately begin to rub it into his back, carefully drawing your fingers across his skin, massaging it up over his shoulders.

Your fingers work magic as you relieve his tension, working at his shoulders carefully and strategically, undoing any knots that had formed.

Shigaraki’s eyes are closed, and small hums of satisfaction spill from his mouth as you do so.

You spend minutes massaging his back, quietly and gently working lotion into his skin. And when you’re finished, you ask him to sit up and face you. He puts on a shirt and you ask for his hands.

He’s skeptical but allows you to see one. You carefully apply some lotion to your hand and begin to massage it in, working down each one of his fingers before gently massaging his palm.

He stares at you in admiration as you seem un-phased by his hands, or the fact that he could kill you with them if you messed up. You don’t even look anxious, or worried about them.

And when you switch to his other hand, you continue, even when his fingers twitch. You just smile and kiss the back of his hand when you’re done, complementing the way he looks.

Interlocking your hands with his, Shigaraki’s eyes go wide.

“Careful!” He speaks up, falling into you as you tug him back.

He’s laying on top of you as you lay under him, smiling up at him.

“I can handle myself, don’t worry. Now come here.” You wrap your arms and legs around him, clinging to him like a sloth. You can’t help but giggle as he turns over, allowing you to be on top of him.

“You’re so stupid.” Shigaraki sighs, closing his eyes. You brush your nose against his, kissing the tip of his nose before burying your head into the crook of his neck.

“But you love me. And I love you too.” You kiss his neck gently, closing your eyes as you rest against him.

“I do love you.” Shigaraki’s arms are wrapped over your back, holding you down on top of him. He smiles and finally feels how tired he was.

“I’m gonna go make breakfast soon, so take a little nap okay?” You sit up and kiss his forehead.

“I can’t fall asleep without you.” Shigaraki mumbles, holding you tighter.

“This is a bad idea. I’m gonna fall back asleep too.” You mumble reaching for a blanket. Shigaraki helps cover the both of you.

“Guess we’re napping then.” Shigaraki kisses your cheek, nuzzling his head against yours.

“Guess so.” Your words are quiet as you slip back to sleep, peacefully dozing off as Shigaraki does the same.

It’s a bit of a long nap, a couple hours pass. And when you wake up, you make some food for the both of you, eating a big meal while watching a show on Netflix. The day is all about Shigaraki and so cuddles are a must when you’re finished eating.

You switch from basic cuddling to sitting in his lap, to even under his baggy t-shirt, your head poking through the head-hole, your back against his chest.

It’s a long day, but it’s spent with Shigaraki, taking care of him and showing him how much you truly adore him. And he loves it.

And at the end of the night, when you go to bed for real after gaming for an unreal amount of time, he holds you close and kisses the top of your head. You’re tuckered out completely sound asleep as he begins to doze off himself.

He loves you. He really does.

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miraculouswolf99 · 3 years

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Silver Siren

Happy New Year!!! This is not a New Years story, but it is a story that I am using New Years as an excuse to post it. LOL

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Luka Couffaine was often described as the most relaxed and chill guy that anyone could ever meet. Often seen with his guitar on hand, playing what he would call a person's heart song. He was also described as a protective older brother to his sister, Juleka. Especially when it came to her friends.

The only ones that Luka really knew were Rose, Ivan, and Mylene as they were the ones that came over the most often. This was the first time that the entire class was on the Liberty. And if Luka was being honest with himself, he was most intrigued by Marinette, Lyon, and Adrien.

While he had not met Adrien personally yet, the things he had heard from the class made him curious about the model. Marinette also seemed really sweet and the type of person that could brighten a room just by walking into it. And Lyon seemed similar to himself, calm and easily just as observant.

Lyon and his sister had seemed almost like him and Juleka. They liked to be off to the side and observe. They also spoke of animals and plants like they spoke of music, that it relates to everything and everyone. Luka was amazed by their heart songs. So full of life, harmony, and with a slight sense of mysteriousness.

But most of Luka's cool, calm, and collected personality was thrown out the window when his mother got akumatized into Captain Hardrock.

"A treasure in return for freedom," Anarka says. "Ho, ho, ho then I shall be your pirate Hawkmoth."

Black and purple smoke covers the ship.

"Oh no," Luka hears Marinette gasp.

Captain Hardrock rose up. Captain Hardrock has long red hair that is spiked upwards and golden eyes. The upper half of her face is covered with a black mark edged with dark red and she wears a black bandana with a white spiky-haired skull on the front, along with gold circular earrings.

She wears a bodysuit that is red from the collar to the chest and black from the chest, the color separation looking like flames. Her suit includes three yellow buttons vertically on her lower body, three golden spikes horizontally over each knee, and a golden patch above each hip. She has two black belts, one going around the body diagonally and the other wrapped around the waist, that have golden buckles. Over her suit, she wears a black captain jacket with golden inner lining, golden spikes on the shoulders, golden edges, and golden buckles on the sides. Black fingerless gloves with golden edges around the upper holes cover her arms up to her elbows. Her knee-high boots that end below the knees are black and red in a flame-like pattern with black soles, golden heels, black inner lining, and black stripes with golden spikes above the ankles.

"Raise the mainsail, me deck hands let's get swashbuckling around here," his akumatized mom orders.

"Mom," Juleka asks, shocked and scared.

"What's going on," Luka asked, concerned.

"Your mom has weighed anchor, me lad," the akuma says. "I'm Captain Hardrock and today Paris's timbers are about to be shivered by my cannons."

The captain looks through a telescope. Luka took that second to make a quick headcount. He realized that the Greek twins were not on board the Liberty anymore. Remembering that the two were close to the gangplank when all this started, he figured that they had most likely had gone and went to get help.

"Westward ho, Liberty next stop," she orders. "Jagged Stone at the Eiffel Tower. Soon, there will only be one concert in Paris only one Music Festival. We will destroy all the others. Now, get to your instruments and rock those decibels!"

"Mom please, you can't ruin the Music Festival," Luka calmly pleaded.

"You can't force people to listen to your music," Marinette tells the villain.

"No way we're playing like this," Ivan yells.

"Mutiny," Captain Hardrock sounded offended. "On my ship! Liberty, seize these scallywags and throw them down into the hold!"

Chains shot out from different places on the ship. But before any of the teens could react, arrows started flying over their heads and hit the chains. Every chain that an arrow hit instantly froze into ice. Then the next thing that they knew, another weapon flew past them and shattered all the ice chains.

Floating near the ship, above the water, was Beautifly with her shield-sized razor blade flower. And looking over, back on land, was White Wolf. His bow was still at the ready. Luka was amazed that the two got there so quickly and figured that it was because of Lyon and Vallia. He had seen the two newest heroes of Paris on the news and the Ladyblog, but this was the first time in person.

"If I was Cat Noir, I would probably make a very bad ice pun right about now," Wolf smirked. "But I'll stick to freezing things with my arrows."

"And I am happy you are," Beautifly giggles. "I mean, Cat is a great hero and all, but I am very close to slapping him over those cat puns."

"Creatures of the land and air are not welcome on my ship," Captain Hardrock shouts, pointing her sword at the butterfly girl.

"Do I look like I'm on your ship," Beautifly floated around. "If you haven't noticed, I'm not even touching the ground let alone your ship."

"Lock this fly in the brig, Liberty," Captain Hardrock ordered.

Chains, once again, shot out from different parts of the ship. They headed right for the butterfly hero. But unlike Ladybug, Cat Noir, and even her own partner White Wolf, Beautifly is able to fly. But that is obvious at this point. It did give her an advantage over most akumas. The way that she was currently flying around to avoid the chains was one very good example of these advantages.

"I'm a butterfly, thank you very much," Beautifly put her hands on her hips.

She made a quick dive back toward the water, flying barely a foot above it. The chains would hit the water instead as she gracefully dodged them. But she soon made a quick shot upwards as she got close to where her partner had been standing. That allowed him to fire a volley of arrows at the chains following her. Each one of them was soon frozen into ice. She quickly shattered them with her razor flower.

"Nice try, Jackie Sparrow," Wolf smirked.

Beautifly facepalmed. "What you lack in puns, you sure make up for in pop culture references."

"What can I say," Wolf shrugged. "I love American movies."

The kids still onboard the Liberty, meanwhile, seemed to finally get out of shock over the heroes showing up so quickly.

"We need to get off this ship," Alya quickly says.

"How," Ivan asked. "Do you want us to jump into the seine?"

"Would you rather be chained up on this ship," Alya countered.

"All ashore that's going to shore," Ivan headed right for the edge of the boat.

"Never thought I'd have to walk the plank of my own house," Juleka says, surprisingly still as calm as she was during the Horrificator incident.

"Why is everyone in the Couffaine family so shockingly calm," Marinette whispered to Alya.

"Your guess is as good as mine, girl," Alya whispered back. "But they can't all be that calm. Captain Crazy, over there, is one example."

"I am suddenly very grateful for my normal mother," Marinette says. "Yet, I am also intrigued by everyday life in the Couffaine household."

"I hope my crew isn't planning on jumping ship," they were caught in the act by the akuma.

"Shoot," Nino swore.

With a slash of her sword in the air, Captain Hardrock sent another round of chains toward them. Only this time, White Wolf was not fast enough with his bow. He tried, but people need to remember that nobody's perfect. The group of teenagers was soon all grabbed by the chains and pulled below deck.

"Oh, Hades," Beautifly swore. "Now we're going to need a rescue mission. Where are that cat and bug?"

"Don't ask me," Wolf said, freezing another chain.

Meanwhile, Adrien had been in his room. He was watching the news broadcast about the music festival. His father had not allowed him to go to the Liberty and play the keyboard for Kitty Section. He was pretty salty about that. (AN: An ocean pun inspired by Captain Hardrock. hehe.)

"Breaking News," Nadja Chamack interrupted the fun stuff.

"Huh," Adrien knew what this most likely meant.

"Another akuma attack is in progress along the seine," Nadja reported. "This akuma's goal seems to be to take over the music festival with its rock music by taking out all the other musical acts in the city."

"Some people just don't appreciate good music when they hear it," Plagg says, munching on some of his cheese.

"Plagg, claws out," Adrien did not have time for his sarcasm since he knew his friends were at the same river.

His friends may not currently be in much danger, but they were being held prisoner.

While the room wasn't really a brig, but the teens were still trapped in it. Ivan and Mylene were chained together, as were Nino and Alya. Rose and Juleka were both alone in their chains while Luka and Marinette were also chained together.

"You don't seem very worried, Marinette," Luka noticed.

"I am, but this isn't really my first time being held captive by an akuma," Marinette says. "Even if the Evillustrator considered that situation a date."

"Alright," Luka accepted that.

"Alya, remind to apologize to Nathaniel later for bringing that up," Marinette said.

"Girl, I am pretty sure that he wouldn't mind," Alya says. "Nath is almost as forgiving as you. And that says something considering that you could forgive anyone for anything."

"Not anything," Marinette protested. "If anyone insults my parent's bakery, I'll open up a can of butt-kick of fighting techniques that my mother taught me."

The way that she said that so sweetly was enough to send shivers down most of their spines.

Marinette then looked down. She saw Tikki waving at her, having come out of her purse to silently aid her. The kwami phased into the lock on her and Luka's chain, taking a little bit before the lock opened with a quiet SNAP.

"Wow, how'd you do that," Luka asked her.

"Uhh, I, Uhm..." Marinette had to think fast. "With this."

She holds up a guitar pick.

"You're amazing," Luka praised her. "A real magician, Marinette."

"You think so," Marinette asks, going all nervous like how she does around Adrien. "Oh, it was nothing, uh, amazing, really?"

"Excuse me, but some of us are still chained up here you know," Alya says, rolling her eyes.

Before either of the freed teens could do anything, they heard Captain Hardrock walk downstairs and laughing.

"Marinette, she's coming," Nino warned them.

"We'll come back, I promise," Marinette says as she and Luka leave the room quickly.

The two ended up locking themselves in Luka's own bedroom. They had to work quickly as Captain Hardrock soon broke in.

"Run, Marinette quick," Luka yelled out the window.

"Seize him," Captain Hardrock some more chains to catch her son.

It all happened faster than Luka could blink. Chains shot through the open door in order to trap him again. But at the same time, a trio of arrows flew through the open window/porthole and froze all of the incoming chains.

Luka turned around and saw that White Wolf was hanging from an icy-looking rope outside the window.

"My outfit is bright white, how do people miss me," he joked.

"Uh..." Luka had no idea how to respond to that.

"Whatever," Wolf shrugged. "Move that fine-looking butt, handsome, you're getting off this Black Pearl wannabe."

Luka blushed, even if he hid it very well. He didn't have much time to really try and think of anything as his mother was currently breaking through the frozen chains on her way to capture him again.

Taking White Wolf's hand, he was just barely able to get through the porthole.

"Time to leave," Beautifly tells them, seen fighting more chains with the newly arrived Cat Noir.

Luka had to immediately tighten his grip around White Wolf's waist as the icy hero fired another ice rope arrow. The two swung away on the rope, landing on the shore of the seine.

"My sister and friends are still in there," Luka immediately tells him.

"I know," Wolf says. "We will try to get as many of them off of the boat as possible. But we might need to also rely on Ladybug's Miraculous Cure if we can not."

"I understand," Luka said.

"Stay safe, Mr.Couffaine," Wolf tells him, running back into the battle.

Luka couldn't help but get lost as he caught a glimpse of the hero's beautiful eyes.

"Flirt later, Wolf," Beautifly calls.

"Yeah, that's my job," Cat Noir jokes. "OW!"

Beautifly had hit him on the back of the head.

"Sorry, I'm late," Ladybug apologizes, swinging into the fray.

"All heroes are allowed to be late every once in a while," Beautifly stated, blocking a chain with her razor flower. "May I remind you of Cat Noir's late arrival to the fight with Riposte."

"He also told me you were quite late during an akuma attack by someone called the Evilistrator," Wolf said. "That name, by the way, is horrid."

Captain Hardrock, unfortunately, then made her reappearance on deck. She was already angry over her son escaping the Liberty and seeing the four heroes together did not help her mood. She raised her sword.

"Capture those pests, Liberty," she ordered.

The heroes started flipping, jumping, and flying in Beautifly's case to avoid the flying chains. White Wolf aimed another of his arrows at the chain, but Captain Hardrock was having it this time.

"Liberty, fire," she ordered her ship.

One of the cannons aimed at the icy teen. But instead of a cannonball coming out, the cannon fired a soundwave of rock music. It was almost like the soundwave effect that Black Canary causes with her canary cry. It washed over the Greek hero.

White Wolf covered his wolf ears on the top of his head, yelling in pain. The sound was loud and horrible, actually causing pain with his enhanced wolf hearing. When Captain Hardrock sent more of her chains his way, Ladybug quickly threw her yo-yo around his waist and pulled him away from them and the sound blast.

"Leave it to me to face an akuma with sound powers when I have enhanced hearing," he shook his head like he had swimmer's ear.

"Just be happy that you and Beautifly weren't here when we were fighting Guitar Villain," Ladybug said.

"There was seriously a villain with that as a name," Wolf raised an eyebrow. "Does Hawkmoth have no creativity at all?"

"That remains to be seen," Cat Noir comments. "His villain names range from weird, to good, to not very original at all."

"Jagged Stone ahead, Liberty fire," Captain Hardrock ordered.

The ship fired its sound cannons again, only this time entire speakers were shot out. The speakers landed and attached themselves all around Jagged Stone's music area at the Itfil Tower. The music was so loud that it caused cracks to spider all around where the speakers landed.

"Where's a pair of earplugs when you need them," Beautifly remarked.

"Are you the one with sensitive ears, I don't think so," Wolf commented. "My ears are still ringing from that earlier blast."

"What do you think her akumatized object is," Beautifly asked.

"It has to be something on the ship, otherwise she wouldn't be able to control it the way she does," Ladybug theorizes.

"I could Cataclysm the entire ship," Cat Noir offered, raising the hand that he uses to destroy things.

"No," Ladybug instantly shut that idea down.

"There are hostages on the ship, Cat," Wolf informs the hero. "If you sink the ship, they might drown."

"Myself and White Wolf only managed to get one of them off the ship before you two showed up," Beautifly says. "The rest of them are still trapped somewhere on there."

"I think he is Anarka Couffaine's son Luka," Wolf said. "He might know why was hit by the akuma. I'll ask him."

"Fire at XY," Captain Hardrock commanded, the Liberty shooting more of its speakers at the Justin Beiber wannabe.

"Well, do it fast," Ladybug told him, then swung away toward the ship.

"She knows that we're not her sidekicks and she doesn't have to order us around like that, right," Wolf crossed his arms.

"We can tell her off later, let's go, Cat," Beautifly ordered, flying toward the ship.

"We are around some seriously bossy ladies," Cat Noir commented, before using his staff to get to the ship himself.

"I am surrounded by weirdos," Wolf shook his head.

He took his bow in hand, notching another arrow. He aimed it to freeze one of the cannons closed when the akuma saw what he was doing.

"Fire," she ordered.

Another sound blast came right at him. He covered his wolf ears as the sound really hurt with his magical hearing. His bow and arrow fell to the ground. He could hardly tell when another person ran up and picked up his bow. Said person aimed it at the cannon, fighting the headache that the sound was causing. The arrow froze the shooting cannon, stopping the sound.

"I never liked rock music before, and I am most certainly not going to start now," Wolf says, getting up.

"Are you okay," asked the person that fired the arrow.

White Wolf looked and saw that it was Luka that had picked up his bow.

"I'm good now, Mr.Couffaine," Wolf says. "Thanks for the assistance."

"You can call me Luka, White Wolf," Luka tells him.

"Alright, then, Luka," nobody can say that superheroes aren't great actors. "It was very brave of you to use my bow. Very telling as well."

"Telling," Luka was confused.

"Most civilians would be afraid of turning to ice by touching one of my arrows," Wolf explains. "It shows that in maybe another life, you would have made an excellent fit for the wolf miraculous."

"Wow," Luka was still as cool as they come.

"Anyway, did you see what object the akuma landed on," Wolf asked the blue and black-haired boy. "Destroying it is the only way for Ladybug to de-evilize your mom."

"I didn't see exactly, but it is most likely her compass," Luka says. "She has always said that a compass is a sailor's most prized possession."

As someone that grew up near the water, White Wolf actually understood that. He wondered how much easier Odysseus would have gotten home if he had just used a map and compass instead of the stars and a lot of faith. As much as he believed in the gods, common sense is also a thing to believe in.

White Wolf noticed the ice on the cannon starting to crack. He quickly scooped Luka into his arms and ran away just in time as the ice shattered and the sound blast started up again. The two barely got away in time. The sound waves just missed them. White Wolf put Luka down a little way more away from the akumatized ship.

"Stay here, Luka," Wolf directed.

"I have to help," Luka tells the hero. "White Wolf, there has to be a way for me to help."

White Wolf looked at the blue-haired teen. He had shown great bravery when he picked up his bow. Not many people, let alone teenagers, would do such a thing. An image of a silver box flashed into his head, giving him an idea.

"Wait right here, Luka," Wolf instructed. "If any of the others ask, tell them that I went to get help. Beautifly will understand what I mean."

Luka nodded as White Wolf got out his bow again. Using an icy rope, the Greek hero swung away from the Seine. He had no idea what the wolf hero was up to.

The holder of the wolf miraculous landed in an alley on the other side of the street from a beautiful jungle-like flower/garden shop. He de-transformed and out of the alley walked Lyon Garden. The dubbed Ice Prince made his way to the flower shop, greeting his father on the way in. He quickly made his way up to his room, which from what his sister, Vallia, had told him was almost like Marinette's bedroom but made for him instead of her.

Lyon went over to the bookshelf he keeps in his room. He pulled back the one book on the shelf that did not have a title on the spine. In a bit of a cliche turn of events, the bookshelf slid tp the side to reveal a hidden compartment. From the compartment, he pulled out a secure but elegant silver box. It was in the shape of a large jewelry box with bright blue markings that looked like a cross between ice and vines. Silver roses also were dotted around the box.

Lyon opened the box lid, revealing several other pieces of jewelry inside of it. On a raised area of the box was a place for hour pieces of jewelry. The ones marked for the wolf and butterfly miraculous were empty. But there was a bluebird necklace in the space for the miraculous of the songbird and a stag brooch in the place for the stag miraculous. The other miraculouses at the top of the box were around the raised area. A deer head pendant for the deer miraculous, a black snake armband for the python miraculous, a black panther pendant for the panther miraculous, a brown bear cuff bracelet for the grizzly bear miraculous, a feather hair clip for the falcon miraculous, and a white bird hair comb for the dove miraculous.

"I know the perfect choice for this akuma," Lyon talks to himself.

He picked up a necklace before quickly sealing the box back in its hiding place and leaving.

Back at the battle with Captain Hardrock, the remaining trio was having a bit of trouble with fighting off the chains as well as trying to search for her akumatized object.

"I have never seen Pirates of the Caribbean, and this is not making me want to," Cat Noir comments, jumping out of the way of more chains.

"There is a reason why pirates have never been very recorded in Greek history," Beautifly says. "Because there weren't any."

"Seriously," Ladybug raised her eyebrow at that.

"I'm pretty sure," Beautifly shrugs. "I'm a butterfly hero, you really think I know much about pirates at all?"

"I agree with her, only replace butterfly with black cat for me," Cat Noir says. "Cats and water do not mix, in any form."

There was a reason why being surrounded by frost and ice weakened him so much when Lady Wifi locked him in that freezer. Cats and water have never mixed.

"Heads up," Beautifly warned, darting around in the sky to avoid the chains coming her way.

"Fire at Nightingale," Captain Hardrock commanded.

The Liberty shot out more speakers at the energetic pop star.

"Beautifly, where is White Wolf," Ladybug practically demanded.

"I don't know, but I do have a pretty good idea," Beautifly tells her.

"He just abandoned us in the middle of a fight," Ladybug snapped, using her yo-yo to fight off chains.

"Need I remind you that we are not your sidekicks," Beautifly snapped back, blocking chains with her razor flower. "We don't have to inform you of everything we do. I trust that White Wolf has a plan. I do not immediately go for such negative thoughts."

"If he has a plan, he should have told us," Ladybug did not back down. "Maybe he would have if he didn't stop with those ridiculous pop culture references every other sentence."

"Not all heroes have to be stern and serious to be good heroes, Bug," Beautifly did not take any crap if someone insults her brother. "Have you ever seen videos of the Flash? He never seems all that serious, but succeeds every time in his fights."

"I've seen news of his battles, and Beautifly does have a point," Cat Noir said.

But before the other female hero could try to find a comeback, one of the chains managed to hook itself to Cat Noir's left wrist.

"Oh crud," Beautifly swore.

Cat Noir was pulled up to the crow's nest and his hands were pulled to either side of him as he was chained down by his wrists.

"Cataclysm," Cat Noir shouted.

His right hand bubbled with black energy, signaling his power of destruction. With a twist of his hand, he was able to free himself from the chain holding him to the crow's nest.

"Great, because you had to act all high and mighty with trying to boss us all around, Cat Noir now only had five minutes," Beautifly snaps at the red and black hero.

"He should have been paying more attention to what was going on around him," Ladybug countered. "He was probably too busy trying to think up another joke or another lame pick-up line to focus on the fight."

"Or maybe you distracted him by treating us all like sidekicks," Beautifly did not back down.

"These two fight more than most would think me and White Wolf would," Cat Noir thinks. "The whole cats and dogs hate each other stereotype and all that."

That was when the icy hero finally made it back to the fight. He landed not too far from where Luka was trying to keep up with the ship.

"Are those two seriously at it again," he asked the teen in blue.

"It is quite ironic," Luka says. "But their music has no way to harmonize. It is too different and can barely even be in the same song."

"It's funny that you mention harmonizing," Wolf smirked.

"Pardon," Luka faced the hero.

White Wolf pulled out a small silver box from under his cloak. It was like a mini version of the Miracle Box in his room, only square-shaped.

"Luka Couffaine, this is the miraculous of the songbird, symbolized by the gift of heart," Wolf held the box out to him. "You will use it for good in this time of need. After the battle is finished, I shall return to retrieve it should you choose to accept it."

"I...I do," Luka was actually showing shock. "I accept the miraculous, White Wolf."

Luka opened the box, and a ball of light came out. It soon turned into a kwami, but this one was a cute bluebird one.

"Geia, young holder," the kwami greeted. "My name if Meloetta and I am your kwami."

"My kwami," Luka was confused.

"Kwami's are what give me and the other heroes our powers," Wolf explained. "They are also generally good friends and guides of sorts for us."

"Wow," Luka says.

He took the necklace out of the box, putting it around his neck. The color blended quite well into his natural style choice as well as the fact that he was a musician wearing a songbird around his neck. Part of him wanted to ask the wolf hero if that was part of why he had chosen this particular miraculous for him. But he shrugged it off as a coincidence.

"All you have to say is 'Meloetta, let's rock,' and you will transform," the kwami explained. "To de-transform, you say 'concert's over.' Your special power is activated by saying 'Harmonize."

Luka nodded at the kwami.

"You ready to be a hero," Wolf asked.

"I'd do anything for my friends and family," Luka says. "Meloetta, let's rock."

"At least my weapon isn't a children's toy," Beautifly shot at Ladybug.

"Yours is nothing more than an oversized daisy," Ladybug countered.

The two of them were back-to-back fighting off the chains while constantly trading insults back and forth. It also seemed that because of the two's constant fighting with each other, Captain Hardrock had basically forgotten about Cat Noir altogether. He was just watching from the crow's nest and also scanning the ship with his eyes to see where the akumatized object could be.

White Wolf soon landed next to him.

"And Ladybug calls the two of us annoying," he raised his eyebrow at the cat hero.

"I don't even pretend to know anything about girls," Cat Noir put his hands up in defeat.

"Good, because I know a few girls back home that would skin you alive if you tried to ever say that you were a girl expert," Wolf chuckled.

"Even with that little bit of information now permanently etched into my brain, I still would want to visit Greece someday," Cat Noir snickers.

"Not like we'd ever deny the help against the myth spirits," Wolf commented.

"So, was Beautifly right when she guessed that you were getting help," Cat Noir asked.

"When is she ever wrong," Wolf smirked.

Another flying hero then came out of nowhere, even if White Wolf did know where he came from. Moving so fast that he was basically a blur, he used his weapon to slice his way through all the chains until there were none left.

"What in the world," Ladybug was shocked.

"I should have known that Wolf was going to chose that miraculous," Beautifly grinned.

"What," Ladybug gasped.

The new hero finally stopped, and everyone was able to get a good look at him. He was in a silver jean vest with matching jeans. He was now also had a turquoise t-shirt with darker silver boots. On his hands were turquoise fingerless gloves. His hair was the same black with blue streaks. And to the shock of Ladybug and Cat Noir, he also had angel-like bird wings that were also silver. The bluebird necklace was still around his neck, matching the bird's eye-like mask over his eyes.

In his hand was an ax-like weapon that also resembled a hybrid of a guitar and a lyre.

"Hope I am not late to the party," the new hero comments.

"You're right on time," Wolf smirks.

"Who are you," Ladybug did not like another miraculous being out and about, as when she recruited Alya to be Rena Rouge was risky enough.

"You can call me... Silver Siren," the newly named hero smiled softly.

"Finally, another hero with wings," Beautifly giggles. "I was getting lonely up in the air all by myself."

"Happy to be of assistance to you, Beautifly," Silver Siren smiles at her.

"Guys, we may need to speed this up," Cat Noir shows his ring as it blinked to show he had three minutes left.

"Gottcha," Beautifly gives him a thumbs up.

"Luka said that the akuma is most likely in the compass," Wolf says.

"Once you freeze it, Beautifly and I can destroy it," Cat Noir said.

For once, Ladybug had to play catch-up as the other four heroes went back to battle Captian Hardrock. The akuma did not look happy that another hero had joined the fight.

"Another pest in the sky," she snarled. "Get them, Liberty."

Chains shot at the team from all angles.

"Nature's Heart," Beautifly called upon her power, throwing her flower up.

The gem on her razor flower released a blossom that came down with the weapon.

"Amaryllis," Wolf immediately figured out. "I always thought that was a beautiful flower."

"I know exactly what this flower does," Beautifly said.

Holding up the flower, it released a number of petal missiles. Each petal exploded on contact with the chains, destroying them. The move almost looked like a combo of the draco meteor and pin missile moves from Pokemon.

"My chains too easy for you," Captain Hardrock yelled. "Then I think it is time for you land-loving pests to face the music."

"Land-loving," Cat Noir raised an eyebrow. "She does know that two of us don't even touch the ground, right?"

"Akumas, big on destruction and not so much on logic," Beautifly says.

The ship rumbled as its sound cannons aimed at the five of them. White Wolf, in particular, did not want to have to hear that loud music again.

"Hit it, Silver Siren," he called out to the new hero.

"I'm on it," he responded. "Harmonize."

He strung his guitar ax, blue energy flowing from the strings to his throat. His eyes glowed as he started to open his mouth.

"Cover your ears," Wolf warned everyone.

Just as the heroes covered their ears, Silver Siren let out a loud scream as the akumatized ship sent out its own sonic blasts. Silver Sirens scream came out as powerful sonic waves similar to the Black Canary's canary cry. Only his seemed slightly more powerful and the sound waves were a bright blue color.

The two sound attacks met in the air, a loud BOOM resulting from the collision. It blew their hair and loose pieces of clothing back a little at the wind blast that also resulted from the collision.

White Wolf and Beautifly uncovered their ears as both sides died down their attacks. They had to move quickly.

"Winter's Touch," Wolf quickly called.

His hands started to pour out an icy mist with a slight blueish color to it. The wolf hero then jumped to where he was sure that the compass was on the ship.

"Stay away from my compass," Captain Hardrock yelled.

But with one touch, the piece of equipment was frozen into ice. With a quick jump back, he let Beautifly throw her razor flower at the compass. The weapon smashed right through the frozen compass as easily as it would be to shatter glass.

"Gotta love this thing," Beautifly smiles at her weapon.

A black butterfly soon flapped its way out of the rubble. That was when Ladybug stepped forward.

"No more evil-doing for you, little akuma," she said, opening her yo-yo. "Time to de-evilize."

She caught the corrupted insect.

"Bye, bye, little butterfly," Ladybug released the now white insect.

"That thing is definitely a moth," Beautifly comments.

Cat Noir snickered at the comment while White Wolf simply rolls his eyes playfully. Silver Siren smiled but Ladybug looked annoyed.

"She does seem like the perfect person to know a butterfly from a moth," Cat Noir joined in Beautifly's fun.

"You two give me headaches," Wolf said.

"You know you love us," Cat Noir winks in a flirty way.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Wolf waved him off, making him and Beautifly snicker. "You did great out there, Silver Siren."

"You think so," the new hero asks. "I was a bit worried about using my power against those cannons."

"If I didn't think you could help, I wouldn't have given you the miraculous," Wolf smiles at him.

All of the heroes but Ladybug all started to beep as their miraculouses flashed. Cat Noir had a minute left as his ring lost another piece of the paw. One of the wings on Beautifly's bracelet went black. A feather on Silver Siren's bird necklace went from blue to white. One of the wolf's teeth on White Wolf's medallion went black.

"You can handle the clean-up, Bug," Beautifly says. "We all have to go. Secret identities and all that jazz."

"No one likes smooth jazz, Fly," Wolf said, but then all of them separated.

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With a stir, and a dry groan from your mouth, you opened your eyes to find your arms still, holding your belt by buckle as the rest of the accessory bounded you. Now this was just an insult.

Yet, your nose twitched in anger as you widened your eyes. Gogo. He and Chenle, they both had betrayed you. And Victory, you cringed at the thought of how Victory had looked before you saw darkness.

You blinked a few times. You need to get out. You need something to get out and to save Johnny, and everyone else. To not be a dick, and get help from the Ripple.

The room around strangely smelled like raspberry tea. The top half of the walls were a dark oak wood traced and had clouds decorated in, with the sun shaped chandelier placed on the ceiling, even though you could barely see it from its dim light. You noted the red, or dark pink wallpaper that was supposed to be covering the rest of the wall, but from its decay, it turned into a mold green. You had a feeling it was perhaps just the design, and not age.

It was, both intriguing and relaxing to feel at the moment. You heard a pair of muffled voices mumble next to the door, behind and to the right of you.

In front of you, as you finally eye, was a rustic coffee table scattered with small treats, a delicate cup filled with red raspberry tea, and a letter. It read, in Korean characters, “Patience is key, he will fly in a few moments.”

You frowned. Baise was a very diverse city, an island that people would pass by on their maps. You remembered seeing it on a map before. It was between Korea, Japan, and China. A bit below Korea, to the bottom left of Japan and the neighbor to its big brother, China. Meaning nearly every person in Baise knew and could read at least more than one language. You even took your fun with Thai when you talked to Jewel.

Korean was something only- you inspected it closer by leaning in. It was only used by the Pound. In mafia terms of the Powder City, to converse you must strictly use one singular language because of the Drug War.

You remembered how awkward it was to talk to Flavour. His Chinese sucked. That was why Chenle was your spy. He was a boy from China, a son that funded and partly owned the Dream Gems.

Hopefully The Ripple should be getting here, you and Johnny, as well as Victory were high assets. They wouldn’t just leave you.

You sighed and hung your head, before leaning up to scratch your head. You gasped, and took the belt. You rolled your eyes from how tired you were, lazy enough to not even focus how detained you were.

There was a crackly sound, a cough, a voice which said an, “U-uh, oh, uh, uhm—,” with fading static in between the stuttering.

You finally leaned in to inspect the tea, scowling if it bubbled. Although it did smell like sweet honey, with pure cane sugar mixed in with its now wet leaves.

“I,” you heard a deep voice, almost growl into the speakers. It was menacing, and it echoed in the room. You sipped your tea out of excitement. “Am Eos. Boss of the Pound.”

Your eyes lit up at the taste of the drink, before gulping the rest down. It had a nostalgic feeling behind it. You swayed to the warmth that filled your body, and how it made you feel like you were running along the alleyways again with Johnny, feeing like you could fly up in the clouds.

“I am Psy,” you replied. Your mouth was now prepared to talk, and you took a crumpet. You inspected it before biting, “A worker.”

“For the Ripple?” The man said with a hiss.

“For myself. And my partner. Release him and I, along with some of the money, and perhaps I won’t try and find you and kill you,” you leaned back into the moss green sofa. The furniture had perfectly blended into the wall, and you smirked by biting some more into the snack with a crunch.

There was a chuckle, and it electrified the energy around you. “Oh; Psy, is it? I let you have this much freedom. Do not try anything too rash.”

“Well, I do want to get out.”

The mic went silent for some time. You looked around the room, making sure not to be too observant to the natural eye. You noted the walls below the wood were thin as paper, revealing brick. Perhaps you were in an old apartment building on the Southeast side?

“What can you do, Psy?”

“Hop over on drug trades, lie like I’m pretty, murder- oh disguises, I dunno, what do you want?”

Another moment. There was a door to your right, where you had heard the voices. It was painted and a thin wood. If you were to get up and kick it now, it would shatter.

“There will be a man to pick you up. He shall explain everything. Salutations, Psy.”

You looked up at the singular woofer diagonal from you. You salute it with a slight breeze to it, “Yep, pleasure meeting you Eos.”

As expected, when you finished a miniature cucumber sandwich, a short but stone faced man came in. “Hello, my name is Selen.”

“Psy,” you said as you got up, snapping your belt around your waist and you crossed your arms. “Any announcements?”

The man took a look at you before he gestured for you to follow with a ‘come hither,’ of his first two fingers. You rolled your eyes, but followed him out of the gothic room, to a moist and ugly stone hallway.

“We are the Pound. Eos is not a man who prefers to show his face, so I shall speak on his behalf. We are one of the most influential mafias in Baise, because of our spies.”

You stopped walking, overwhelmed by his extremely fake deep mafia voice, and the smell of everything you would witness in a sewer, “Spies?”

“Do I need to explain it to you lightly?” Selen asked, continuing to walk after a moment. You followed, “I am not going to be your little spy. I worked years for the Ripple. I would never betray them.”

“Flavour told us you need money.”

You gripped your belt. “W-What about it?”

“Ever wonder,” Selen opened the only door, and you widened your eyes, “How Johnny always had the money from those little robberies he made?”

You gasped as you saw a huge ballroom, and the nearly dozen of people you saw occupy it. Despite its space the people almost seemed to fill the room with their energy.

Every black tile on the floor lit up as you saw a young man run past you on your left side, at an astonishing speed, before grabbing a bow and sliding across diagonally, and shooting at a man covered in armor, hitting him in the head with ease.

Every old, and no doubt expensive, picture across the other man training, threw knives at another man on the right as he ran down and dodged, before getting out a shot gun and blowing it at the picture’s faces, not even looking.

You gazed in awe at the training facility. Not only did it have a classy energy, but it trained others to the max of their abilities. At the Ripple, you would probably fight Sushi until you both ended up in a tickle fight.

This, this was something else. Victory, Chenle, and Osaka were lined up near the entrance you had meet entered, waiting for their turn. You couldn’t breathe. Another man had begun to give them weapons, instructing them to shoot.

“Johnny has worked with us since he was 18. He said, specifically, he had no partner. Believe our eyes when Coral radioed in he had lied the entire time.” Selen chuckled a bit to himself, “Well, really, it was Gogo.”

You eyed up to the grand staircase which was above the black and white tile floors you occupied. The dark haired man who laughed pushed Johnny in a wheelchair, both seemingly fine. You pushed Selen out of the way, and made your way across, easily avoiding the traps.

The traps, so to speak, were more knives thrown at you, and you whipped out your belt around you, which caught them all in its swirl. When you snapped the belt into a club, the daggers fell out, bouncing as you glared at the man ahead.

Even as an arrow shot at you, you had turned and knocked it out of your vision like it was a simple baseball.

Gogo.

That was the name that seemed to repeat in your mind once you came out of your unconscious spell.

You had made yourself safe upon the stairs, you glared Gogo as you bludgeoned him, with all your force in the face with your truncheon. Everyone watched the man get knocked into the wall, and he groaned loudly as if it were his last breath. The people around you froze and stared.

“YOU ASSHOLE! YOU COMPLETE DICK!” You grabbed the man’s shoulders, intending to crush him as if he were a bug, before you felt a gentle touch.

“Y/n. He saved my life.”

“HE RATTED US OUT!” You turned to Johnny.

But his eyes were soft. They melted you. And that’s all that mattered. That he was truly still okay. He held your face and smiled. “Y/n,”

You embraced Johnny, and hid in his shoulder, grabbing him as if he were that teenager hiding from the cops again. He smelled the same as always. Warm, like opening a fresh cup of coffee, and sniffing the pure caffeine and vanilla mixture, with just a- a touch. That Touch of Cinnamon. You teared up. You couldn’t believe it. This was the closest you had ever lost Johnny. And it was because of the one man you had trusted.

“Y-Y/n,” Gogo spat out some blood as you raised your club, glaring at him. “Don’t you fucking come—,”

You felt a soft touch on your shoulder, and it was rubbed in.

Johnny caressed your face and smiled. “Don’t. He’s a kid.”

You looked back at Gogo looking at you. Now he didn’t look as the spy you hated.

He was Mark. He still had those same big sunflower seed like eyes, and he was so tiny. He was the same boy who giggled at Johnny telling jokes half awake. He was still a kid.

You tucked away your club back into a belt and embraced Johnny closer.

The man picked you up with ease, wincing quietly but he sat you on his lap. “Y/n, can you forgive me for ever lying?”

You paused, inhaling his scent as you felt yourself tear up. “Is that what all of those grocery runs were?” You asked quietly. Now, the young man named Mark Johnny had left, to go talk to Osaka below.

“Yes, yes they were.”

You wiped your tears and giggled quietly, “No wonder you always forget something stupid, like bread.”

“That was one time!” Johnny yelled.

“No it wasn’t!” You laughed more, and poked him. You both held each other close.

Gogo then touched your arm, and you whipped out your belt and stared at him with a faux, huge smile. “Hi, Mark.”

He blinked. “H-Hello- B-Boss, uh,” Johnny held you closer, and you narrowed your eyes, “Spit it out, traitor.”

“Eos saw you. H-He said,” he clicked something in his ear, and nodded quietly, “He wants to meet you.”

Johnny held you. “No. No- we agreed.”

“Boss said you can- er, r-roll them there.”

Johnny scowled at Gogo. He lifted you off, hissing as he got up. “I-I’ll walk.”

The two of you made your way from the door Johnny had entered, to another dim, gross hallway like the one Selen and you had to go through.

You were more surprised at the architecture of this building than the spies.

“Did you know Osaka?”

“No, I only truly knew Ma- Mark.” You carried the tall man in your arms, as he stumbled. “He and I got in at the same time. I taught him everything I knew, but, I guess I’m still not a good of a hyung than I thought I was.”

“No, he’s just a bonehead.” You aided Johnny. “Besides, I’m pretty sure if I can take Gogo, well, Flavour—,”

“Jaemin is just a kid.”

You frowned. You, of course still trusted Johnny. He did this for you. You just, it felt weird seeing him so casual to the people who, was supposed to be your enemy. You sighed quietly and gently looked up, “Do you—?”

“Yeah, my portrait isn’t watery, it’s going to be,” he grunted quietly, “kinda like, uh, like w-watery snow. I’m sorry- Give me some time?”

You smiled. Once you and Johnny had left the South side, you guys didn’t know how to get caught by mafias, or even the cops. You spoke in code. Each first letter of a word he spoke meant something.

Everything else that he said, due to his tone, how he sounded more casual, and knowing his voice so well you could impersonate him- you knew he meant.

Plan

Working

Meaning the second part of his sentence was; It’s going to be,

Working

Soon

You sighed, “You better make that fuckin’ portrait snow.”

“It needs to be watery at least.” He said, a little distastefully.

“Fine, do that then.”

“I will.” He said forcefully, but he softly kissed you on the head.

He stopped, and he held you by your arms, and you now turned to face him.

You’ve seen Johnny scared all too many times. He couldn’t sleep for two weeks after he first killed a man. He once started to leave to be running at a beach since he had to check in on an elderly woman’s house, since her bottom floor was soon to be raised. He went into a rage when he realized his parents had moved, and left him a note saying they will be waiting back in Korea for him.

“I-I,”

You softly leaned in and kissed the side of his lips. You’ve done it a hundred times. This time, you meant it as, you will be back. “I love you too, John.”

You opened the door behind you, and you stepped in backwards, watching his presence crumble. His eyes stopped melting, and instead he looked like he was frozen as the door closed. He looked as if he had lost you, again.

The moment you walked in, your nose scrunched up. The stench of fresh flowers had grabbed your sinuses like it was in a chokehold. The room was dim but lit by a faux gold chandelier, with tiny pink wax candles, and the room, from top to bottom, was lined with flowers.

Pressed, fresh, old, molding, you stared at the maker of the scent, and the man himself.

Eos’ hair was softly curled and from his white roots, it was coloured as the dawn, as he looked through his stained glass windows. His entire body, besides his eccentric hair, was hidden by an enormous leather desk chair. His back was turned to you to gaze upon the windows. You wondered how he can even see you.

Psy, isn’t it?” His voice was more natural, but had that tone. That commanding tone of power.

“Yes.” You glanced at your belt and how it was loosely buckled.

“Come another half meter, if you can.” He said naturally.

You almost went forward, before stopping. You crossed your arms. “Tell me why.”

“I beg your pardon, little one?” He uttered, as if you told him something preposterous.

“Are you going to kill me?”

The man laughed, and unlike his voice, it was silent, and came out only in exhales, until it started to turn into a fit of giggles as he showed his hands. Long. Veiny. They grabbed something out of the air until they disappeared behind the chair.

“It is forbidden at the Pound for any spy, especially one of your standard, to see my face. Anyone who does, shall die.”

You rose an eyebrow and you sighed. “Really now?”

You’ve taken down at least six, eight if you count the small drug circles, of organizations in the city. You can name all types of mafia leaders. This one, based just off of the minute you’ve spent in his, it would be kind to be called an office, he was definitely one for the dramatics. One might even say he had a complex of which he was a God.

“Yes, now, just,” his hands were outreaches, and they grabbed a shard of glass. His nimble fingers moved it through his hand, as if he had done it hundreds of times. But, you swore you saw a glimpse of his- “One more step, little one.” He let go of the glass. Please.”

You scoffed quietly, but you did so, and bowed.

There was so much silence you started to tap your belt out of panic. It hasn’t even been 10 seconds. But you felt as if he was ogling you. Eyeing you. Undressing you.

“You’re perfect.”

“I’ll kill you.” You hissed. Definitely a man with a God complex. You wanted to choke him with your belt now.

“Hm-? Oh, forgive me, Psy,” he started to tap something, whether it was his chin, or his shoe, it echoed in your head. “I was thinking. I was going to kill you.”

“Thanks, Eos.”

“Heh, well, I was. Emphasis, Psy, emphasis is something never talked about. I bet you Mr. Money would give you a lecture on something anything but that, no?”

You uncrossed your arms. “What—?”

“Victory has been a spy of mine since the Ripple started. But he’s only a low rank in that stupid little West side shit of his. But you, no no no, you and John built something there. In that little club. And I need you to bomb it out.”

Your mouth was beginning to ache from how many times you started to sigh and scoff at the man, “Do you really think—?”

“I am a man of my word, yes I was going to, but I couldn’t really kill you. Johnny and I made a promise to each other. For you and he to leave Baise happily.” Eos’ hand showed, and it drooped in a laze, as if it was a sort of wish he never wanted to keep. “I will give you a yacht, servants, food, water, a boat out of the island if you take down the Ripple. And you’ll never have to see me, or anyone in a mafia again.”

His hand disappeared, and you heard in his leather chair, he moved, almost as if he was facing you, that his body language was possibly showing he was extremely happy. Or an extreme liar.

“Do we have a deal, Psy?”

You frowned. The Ripple. Your family. People you’ve seen at their worst. They have seen your flaws. They are your only means of happiness and purpose here.

“If I refuse?” You muttered, your arms slowly began to hide yourself. It covered you more than just cross over your chest. Your throat closed up, and you felt like shaking as Eos smiled through his words.

“If you refuse to obey me, Psy, removing Johnny permanently from your life shall be your only consequence.” The sound of adjustment, and he tapped something again. That fucking echo.

He knew he won.

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shiir00oo · 4 years

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This is an alternate version of he masterclass episode where Serena sprained her wrist and where instead if Palermo,Ash notices her movement,idk just Thought it would be cute lol

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It was the semi finals of the masterclass and Serena was performing her last part of her performance.

She called out for Sylveon to use fairy wind and when it did she grabbed her Pancham's hands and took her with her floating to the top,eventually they starting floating back down,their descent much slower due to the fairy wind remaining.

As Serena and her pokemon neared the ground they prepped themselves for a handstand,her pokemon did it without a hitch,Serena however positioned her hand poorly causing her to lose balanced,spraining her wrist while doing so,the girl winced at the sudden pain erupting in her wrist as she began to slowly fall forward,however Sylveon was quick on its feet and used her long feelers to grab hold of the girl's waist and flip her over to instead slide forward in a kneeling position instead of a handstand.

The crowd went wild,Though Ash from the seats by the back was concerned of the face she made once she made that mistake,Bonnie and Clemont however hadnt noticed that small detail.

Serena was happy the crowd liked her performance,and eventually the time came where the audience would have to vote for the best performer to compete against Aria.

Small glowing specs of dots floated towards the crystal keys of the performers.

Pink,Blue and green and other colors floated towards the varying performers,each hoping to move on to the final round.

Soon the lights shut dark "And now the moment you have all been waiting for,the performer who will move up to the final round is..." silence cut in with an anticipating atmosphere covering the whole stage "PERFORMER SERENA!" Monsieurr Pierre exclaimed with a heavy french accent as a spotlight shined down on the said honey blonde who was flushed red by the news,eyes sparkling in joy while her pokemon beside her cheered in delight as she hugged them both.

Soon her friend and rival Shauna walked up to her,the brown haired girl had a look of sadness in her eyes as she looked at the ground while standing infront of the honey blonde "Shauna?.." Serena muttered feeling a tinge of guilt from taking away her best friend's dream of becoming Kalos Queen, "Will You hold on to my dream for me Serena?Atleast for now?" The girl said looking towards Serena,small drops of tears evident in her eyes with a crumbling smile "Of course i will Shauna.." Serena assured her then all of a sudden she was tackled into a hug by the said girl who was crying against her "Please win this Serena,Because your the b-best out of a-all of us" Shauna muttered as he cried more unto the honey blonde who comfortably hugged her.

"I will..I promise" she said.

It was time for a short break for the performer before facing against the current Kalos Queen,right now she was being lead by a stage monitor to a room where waiting performers lounge in as they get ready.

The girl went in and sat down at a couch where her Braixen waited at.

"Braix?.." her fox like pokemon cooed in concern as she looked at the girl's wrist.

She hesitantly pulled away her silk white glove to reveal an evident sprain on her wrist,it was beaming with red in color,she tried to make a fist out of it but instead she winced once she tried to.

Meanwhile in the bleachers where the audience sat at,there was a raven haired boy with a concerned look in his face as he looked at the honey blonde exit the stage,knowing what happened to the girl he stood up grabbing the siblings attention "Ash where are you going?" Clemont asked as he looked at the boy "Serena,i have to talk to her" He simply said and with that he was walking out of the bleachers and going backstage to visit Serena,his pikachu was accompanying him on his shoulder as he was let in behind the stage.

"Im a friend of Serena Yvonne?" Ash said hoping to be let passed behind the guards towards a hall where rooms for performers were "Reason?" The man dressed in black said in a husk tone "I have to talk to her" Ash said simply,after a second of thought the two guard let the boy pass while letting him know where the performer's room was at.

He reached a big door painted in beautiful violet and golden colors lined the door,he knocked.

From behind the door the honey blonde heard the sudden knock she immediately put her glove back on and hid her sprained hand behind her back hoping it wouldnt cause any worry for anyone "Serena?its me Ash can i come in?" The boy said his voice muffled from behind the door.

Upon hearing his voice the performer blushed lightly "Uh yes!" She exclaimed her voice reaching the door as it was swung open revealing the raven haired trainer with a pikachu perched on his shoulder "How are you doing?" Ash asked walking towards the couch where the honey blonde sat.

Confused she said "Wh-what?" A bit worried about his question "Your wrist." The boy said simply as he looked down at the hand hidden behind her "I-im fine really!" She said shaking a hand in denial,Pikachu jumped off from his shoulder to go the girl's pokemon partners.

Ash sat down beside the honey blonde earning a noticeable blush from her "I s-swear Im fine" the girl stammered as he tried to tuck in her hand in more but all her actions were in vain when Ash gently took her arm and slid his hand under the girl's wrist earning another shade of red on her face, the boy took away her glove and set it beside him as he examined the red mark beaming from her wrist.

He placed both his hands on the the girl's hand and gently squeezed her fingers to see if she could make a fist without wincing.

As he did that he earned a noticeable flinch while trying to make a fist of Serena's hand "You can barely make a fist.." he said in a hushed tone "You know pulling that move out there was really dangerous..even for you and your performance " Ash stated as he looked at the flushed girl "I pulled it off during rehearsals but, i guess i placed my hand in the wrong position" She reasoned as she looked down looking quite guilty for no reason "it happens,though you should really be more careful Serena" Ash said earning a little giggle from the girl.

"Whats so funny?" He asked "I-its just,your saying i should be careful when you were the one who jumped off prism tower on television Ash" She said, the boy blushed a bit recalling the memory "I,uh thats different..Anyway,i think i can make it hold for your last performance" Ash said quickly changing the subject as he gently rested the girl's hand on a pillow nearby and he stood up walking towards a vanity with a drawer,he opened it in hopes to find a roll of bandages,fortunately he did and he picked it up and walked back to the honey blonde.

He gently lifted up the girl's hand with his own and started lightly wrapping the bandage around her sprained area "How'd you know bandaging the sprain would work?" Serena asked curiously,a small blush still evident on her pale cheeks "trust me,when your as reckless as i am im bound to get atleast a few bruises and scratches somewhere,my mom taught me" Ash answered.

Soon after he finished wrapping her wrist with the bandage he then cut the ends off with a pair of scissors,and slid her glove back on.

"There, that should be enough to get you through the finals" He said "Thank alot Ash!" She said with a smile that managed to make his heart race "U-uh no problem..Pikachu and I should get going,wouldnt want to miss your performance"Ash said smiling back and stood back up,his pikachu running and jumping back on his shoulder as they walked towards the door,but before he could turn the knob he was stopped by the voice of the honey blonde girl a fee steps behind him "Ash I uhh..i " the girl stammered as a blush crept up to each sides of her face.

Confused and curious he turned around to look at the girl waiting for what she had to say,and the next thing she did truly did catch him bug surprise.

Serena was having the time of her life on that stage,her wrist sprained or not she was genuinely happy but Ash in the stands however was acting quite strange,perhaps a bit love sick(?).

The boy didnt seem to be focused on anything else rather than just the honey blonde dancing on stage with a goofy smile plastered on his face while a noticeable blush was painted on each side of his cheek,although that part was concealed by the dark lighting where they sat at.

Clemont was confused at his friends behavior as he started waving a hand infront of his face while Bonnie was merely giggling in her seat

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"Ash..I uhh" The honey blonde stammered as she fiddled with her gloved fingers "I just wanted to thank you..again.." Ash arched and eyebrow in curiosity "For what?" He asked "For my wrist and, supporting me all the way" the girl said blushing a bit more of what she was about to do next, Ash beamed bright "Well no problem Serena!Ill have you know that ill be rooting for you on and on nonstop" He said rather bluntly "Oh! And before you go i just wanted to give you this" Serena said,the last part of her sentence rather quickly as she stood on her tippy toes and pecked Ash lightly on the lips, the boy was caught by surprise but nonetheless enjoyed the sudden warm sensation.

The girl stood back up and smiled,her cheeks flushed "T-thank you.." She stuttered while Ash could feel a smile creeping up to the corners of his mouth "I,uhh your welcome S-serena.." He said with a hint of nervousness as he rubbed underneath his nose with a finger "N-no problem..." He said again and Serena giggled "I should go" He cleared his throat and replaced his cracking voice in his somewhat normal raspy tone and stiffly walked out the door with his pikachu giggling on his shoulder "Good luck on your performance Serena!Youll do amazing!" Ash exclaimed happily as he ran down the hall as Serena waved him a small good bye with a smile on her face.

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szopenhauer · 4 years

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where were you 2 hours ago? in the local store do you kiss a lot of people? I kissed only one person in my entire life

are you wearing socks right now? ... no

have you bought any clothing items in the last week? yes

one thing you hate about yourself? my chronic illnesses mostly

what do you know about the future? we will all die, sooner or later

do you have a tan? slightly, on my arms

what day is tomorrow? Sunday

are you dating someone? yes

why? because of many reasons

using your current first initial choose a different name for yourself. Zefiryna or Zyta if polish what piece of furniture have you replaced the most? hmm... dunno, I’m not rich enough to replace my furniture

what do you think is the most over-rated candy ever? candies are overrated in general what is broken that you have, that you wish was fixed? my body line from the last thing you wrote to someone? jak uważasz

Have you ever wondered what you look like when you’re sleeping? yeah ^^” Do you put your friends or family first? my parents and my S.O. Do you have bad allergies? ugh... Are your parents proud of you? there’s nothing to be proud of Would you ever be your school’s mascot who wears that costume? I could Is/was your school full of fakes? obvi What age did you start staying home alone? I’m not sure tbh but late

Would you rather see the Great Wall of China or Big Ben? Big Ben because I’d prefer to visit England and not China Ice Ice Baby or U Can’t Touch This? both XD

Can you do a handstand? used to Do you own any shirts that are yellow? several What’s a brand of shoe you like, but wouldn’t buy a pair? creepers for example Would you like to live in a cottage home? yup but I won’t

Are you comfortable with your height? wish I was a bit taller Last text received?

Are you afraid of heights? not really

Were you happy when you woke up today? I was glad I could sleep almost 10 hours Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? few times hahaha Do you curse in front of your parents? oh well ^^” Are you slowly drifting away from someone close? ... What are you listening to right now? iamamiwhoami How is the weather right now? warm Have you ever been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing? I don’t recall Do you use chapstick? ewww, gross How long do you think you will live? not much longer How’s your life going lately? no comment Have you ever had to get your blood drawn? countless times What is the most important thing to you? health that I don’t have Who was the last person you high fived? someone close to me Who hugged you last? parent Why do you feel the way you feel? where should I start... When was the last time you went shopping? this day as I already mentioned Are you liking how you look today? it’s ok Do you hate when they give a lot of tv commercials? especially when they repeat Are you a very stressed out person? that I am

Do you hate when people stare at you for no reason? awkward Which color is better? Red, Blue, Green, Black, or Yellow? definitely not red and blue *said a person who is wearing this today:

*I also hate pink, you will never understand me Are you good at hiding your feelings? can be but what for Is anyone annoying you right now? not rn Did you cry today? not so far When was the last time you had a sleepover? years ago Do you like taking pictures? kinda Don’t you hate that when it’s freezing cold outside your eyes get teary? that’s awful

Have you ever trespassed? it wasn’t a big deal Do you tell your parents where you are going? basics at least Can you give a good back massage? been told

Did you ever mix up the words “message” & “massage”? possibly Are there any other words you get mixed up? there are Do you think women should hold open doors for men, too? why not, it’s nice to be helpful Do you raise your hand or participate in class? umm... I had my moments Would you ever spend the night in a treehouse? doubt it? What do you think of people who own wild animals? hard to tell If a book was written about your life, what would be in the summary? no idea Are you good at explaining things, in general? I try my best to be straightforward and turn out being misunderstood If your friend had a drug-problem would you abandon them? I might, sorry Has a friendship ever ended over similar reasons? I wasn’t in a situation like this before Do you like window shopping? fun Do you mind lending money to your friends? I’m poor What, to you, is the best part of traveling? souvenirs Do you like to try new things? very rarely Does it bother you if someone talks bad about you? gossips/lies bother me

What time of day feels the most magical to you? sunrise and evening/night? Does your head hurt right now? bardziej mi się kręci w głowie po prostu Is your hair wet right now? dry Have you ever dreamt of being a famous athlete? I had a night dream about being an athlete ore than once but I dislike sports Do you have a rich friend that you’re jealous of? whoops you got me Are you interested in a girl who has a girlfriend? that girlfriend is me muahahaha Do most of the guys who like you annoy you? omg truth (I’m a lesbian though) but majority of society annoys me (especially men) so... What musical do you think you could play the lead in? Cats if I had talent What medical conditions do you have? what medical condition I don’t have... Do you wear leggings often? everyday Are you responsible in general? I avoid responsibilities Would you consider yourself mature? not enough, I’m childish Can you reach your ceiling? me?... Do you have a reading nook? I’m a librocubicularist Who is the cutest baby you know? babies ain’t cute *weird fact - I think those with Down syndrome are prettier - is that offensive?

What makes you nauseous? I constantly feel nauseous

Someone walks into your room, what do they notice first the amount of plushies

When you have sex, do you keep your eyes closed or open when finishing I tried to keep them closed, I’m embarassed If I stepped into your shower, what is the first item I would notice who knows

How many times a day do you think you sneeze it’s not a daily thing to me Your phone rings but you don’t know the number, would you answer it if I wait for a call like from hospital etc. How many cars have you actually owned 0 Do you always take a shower after you have sex no When you wash your hair in the shower to you face the faucet or away:. face Would you let the girl pay on the first date if she really wanted to split or else I just feel ashamed Have you ever had a friend who preferred the same sex I’m that friend ha! What was the name of the last alcohol you consumed that got you trashed not applicable Do you let your girlfriend drive, or do you prefer to we don’t drive The last time you had sex was it in the morning, afternoon or night afternoon

Are you afraid of stink bugs? they’re harmless :o Do you have a printer? but we don’t use it What is the closest thing to you that’s yellow? pencil Does anyone own any embarrassing pictures of you? I’m ugly on all photos... Do you care what others say about you? who and what? Are you into anime? blergh Name one movie that has made you cry more than once. ex. Five feet apart When is your father’s birthday? Mother’s? next year *my father is a Pisces and my mother is an Aquarius like me no more info for ya! Are you a sarcastic person? very Do you overthink things? 24/7, every single detail, even from ages ago Are you naturally paranoid? would say so

What was the last song you listened to? Lola Marsch - Echoes

Which is more important in your life, TV or Internet? internet, I don’t watch TV and I’d even choose net over movies if I had to Do you overuse smileys? gifs :P When was the last time you ate something? an hour ago *but I fill out this survey for couple of hours Have you seen all of the Jaws movies? I haven’t seen any of ‘em Do you know what Entomophobia is? had to google it When was the last time you played cards? (not on the computer) months ago Ever owned a pair of the original Nikes? (white, with only a single swoosh) not my type of shoes Ever worn leg warmers? yes, I still have several pairs When was the last time you read a book over 700 pages long? never, I only written over 700 pages Have you ever had a black eye? nope, just bags under my eyes

How do you mark through your word search puzzles? I cross them with my pen Do you hate people who ask a lot of questions? I enjoy questions but... Have you ever seen a roll of bluish-green toilet paper? yep Can you name five ‘z’ words off the top of your head? besides my name? in english or polish? If a rooster laid an egg on the peak of a roof which side would it roll to? roosters don’t lay eggs

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softnow · 5 years

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paracosm [ch. i]

msr | college au | this chapter: gen | words: 1851

university of maryland, 1982. fox mulder is in love with the library girl.

this fic wouldn't exist without @o6666666 who has been the biggest cheerleader/brainstorm partner. thank u ily. also: if you go to umd, went to college in the 80s, or specifically went to umd in the 80s...sorry. we’re doing our best but we’re taking liberties here, folks. tagging @today-in-fic.

ao3.

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Fox Mulder is in love with the library girl.

Or, well, enamored with, at least. Smitten with. Big-time crushin’ on.

He sees her for the first time in the fiction section, kicking along a step stool and dragging a re-shelving cart, putting Dickens and Dostoevsky back where they belong. Her messy red bob is bright against the classic lit beige, and her little blue jeans make his palms itch. She’s about five-foot-nothing, has to tip-toe even with the step stool, and her thin white t-shirt tugs out of her waistband a little more each time she stretches. It’s entrancing.

So entrancing that he stands there for longer than he should, Vonnegut clutched in his fist, forgotten. Long enough for her to notice, balanced up on her stool, a book halfway to the shelf. She glances at him briefly over her shoulder, then slides the book home and looks back at him again. A slim eyebrow arches.

“Can I help you?”

Her voice is deeper than he expected, but soft. She blinks at him, eyes big behind gold wire-rims. Her face waits somewhere between expectant and impatient.

“No, uh—no,” he says, shaking his head, backing away.

She stares at him a moment longer before returning to her cart.

Boys, he says when he gets home, boys, you aren’t going to believe it. He says, I think I might be in love.

—

A week later, it’s the circulation desk.

It’s late, not quite ten. He has a history exam tomorrow, and the guys have their Dungeons & Dragons buddies over. Seven dudes shouting about wizards and dexterity checks in his living room means he can’t focus at all. So he goes to the library.

He’s not thinking about that girl—really, he’s not. Not about her fluffy bangs or her slim hips or her soft, rich voice. Not at all. He’s just looking for a place to study, that’s it. Just somewhere quiet to blow through the Renaissance and call it a night.

But she’s right there, perched on a chair behind the counter, when he walks through the door. Her sweater is dark blue and speckled, like she’s taken a bit of the night sky and wrapped it around her for warmth. She bows over a book, chin resting in her sleeve-covered palms, coppery hair falling in waves around her face.

For a moment, he considers heading straight to the third-floor reading nook, the one in the religion section that the freshmen haven’t discovered yet. If he gets started now, maybe he can be in bed by midnight.

But then he looks at the girl again. She nibbles on her bottom lip while she reads, and—well. Da Vinci’s been dead for four hundred years. He can wait a little longer.

Mulder hitches his backpack higher on his shoulder, crosses to the counter, and leans forward on his elbows. The girl looks up, chin still in her hands, that same expectant-impatient look on her face, and Jesus, this close, she has a whole sky map of freckles on her cheeks.

Whatever suave cool-guy thing he was going to say gasps and drowns in her Bora Bora-blue eyes. What comes out instead is: “Desk duty tonight. Easier to reach, huh?”

And, oh.

Real smooth. Real fuckin’ smooth. Foot, meet mouth. Earth? Feel free to open up anytime now.

The girl’s eyebrows shoot into her bangs. Then she sighs the sigh of someone who deals with dumbasses like him all the time.

“Are you ready to check out?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

She straightens in her chair, customer service-polite. “Your card, please.”

“No, I’m not—”

“Help you find something, then?”

“No, I don’t need—”

“Then what can I do for you?”

Rewind time? Let me start over?

“I just wanted—that is, I—uh. What are you reading?”

A beat. The girl stares at him. Her eyes really are breathtakingly beautiful, even when they’re sizing him up like he’s a bug that has just crawled into her soup.

“What am I reading?” she echoes, flat.

“Yeah, your, uh, your book there. Is it good?”

He can hear the clock on the wall behind her. Tick, tick, tick. Her silence stretches for so long that he starts to wonder if he wasn’t just speaking in his head.

Finally, she nods once. Curt. Up, down. “It’s fine.”

Cut your losses, kid. Walk away. But his mouth’s already off and running, the last to get the memo.

“Fine? Oh, well, fine—fine’s better than bad, right? What is it?”

She sighs again. Slides a thumb between the pages to mark her place and flips the cover shut. He reads the title upside down.

“The Principle of Relativity?” He whistles low. “Just a little light reading, huh? That’s cool. Physics is…cool.”

She blinks like a cat, slow and bored. Says, “Yeah.”

He shoves a hand through his hair and tries to smile. “I’m, uh, I’m Mulder. Fox. My first name’s…Fox. I’m just Mulder, though.”

Her strawberry mouth puckers and she nods again.

Okay, buddy. Move along.

“And you’re...?”

She tosses her book open. The cover makes a little thwap as it hits the counter. She taps the page.

“Busy.”

—

The next day, after his exam (which, after staying up until two in the morning replaying easier to reach, huh?, he’s certain he did not pass), he goes to the library.

She’s reading at the desk again, hair up in a little fountain ponytail. He thinks—though he’s not sure—that she might be trying to kill him.

“Ready to ch—oh.” Her face actually falls when she realizes it’s him. He’d laugh if she wasn’t so pretty. “You’re back.”

She has two tiny gold hoops in each ear, and he is overcome with the urge to touch them, to see if the metal is warm from her skin. He shoves his fists deep into his pockets instead.

“I wanted to apologize,” he says, “for last night. We got off on the wrong foot.”

She nods. She says, “Fine. Okay. Are you checking out this time?”

He laughs now; he can’t help it. She’s so serious. This little librarian. He doubts if she’s even twenty yet, but the prim line of her mouth is Ph.D.-stern.

“No, uh, I wanted to make it up to you.”

She folds her arms and her lips twitch into the barest hint of a smirk. “Make it up to me?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs. “I was an ass last night, but I’d like to make it up to you. What do you say? Coffee tonight, my treat?”

She cocks her head to the side, and he almost has her smiling now, he’s sure of it.

“I have class tonight.”

“After that.”

“Homework.”

“Tomorrow, then.”

She shakes her head. “Work.”

“Okay.” He rests his elbows on the counter, gives her his most winning smile. “When are you free?”

A real smirk. Just a little one, but there. “I’m not.”

“Ever?”

“Not for coffee.”

“Dinner, then. A movie?”

She bends forward, mimicking his position from the other side of the counter, her nose only inches from his. She smells like cinnamon. He can’t breathe.

“Sorry, Fox-Just-Mulder. I’m not interested.”

“Because I was an ass?”

“Because…”

“I was an ass.” He nods, smiling. “I get it. Okay. A name, then. Just tell me your name.”

She taps a finger to her lips in thought and he really wishes she wouldn’t. He’s having a hard enough time keeping his eyes above sea level as it is.

“I thought you were supposed to be making it up to me. How’s me giving you something you making it up to me?”

Oh, but the library girl is fun.

“Well, I’m trying, but you won’t let me. Figure the least I can do is call you by your name.”

“Hmm.”

She sits back again, picks some fuzz off her cardigan (green today; she’s like a little Christmas elf). Her eyes cut up to his through her lashes and dart away. She straightens a stack of paper.

At last, she says, “Dana.”

“Dana.” He grins. Dana. It’s the prettiest name he’s ever heard.

—

He learns her schedule fast. He should; he’s there every day, leaning over the counter, cataloging her various sweaters and sighs.

He learns other things, too: she only wears glasses when she reads, she likes peanut M&Ms, she blasts through books faster than any person he’s ever seen. Carl Sagan on Monday, Susan Sontag on Tuesday, Toni Morrison on Wednesday, and he starts to suspect this girl might have been a child prodigy way back when. Maybe still is.

A week into this, he asks her—Dana, are you a genius?—and she doesn’t even look at him. Just flips the page, her mouth twisted into something trying not to be a smirk.

“You know,” he continues. It’s easier to talk when she’s not looking directly at him, her eyes like hypnotists’ perfect blue gems. “If you are a genius, you should tell me your last name. For when I hear it on the radio someday, I mean. ‘Dana So-and-So wins Nobel Prize.’ So I know it’s you.”

“Why would I want you to know it’s me?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

Her jaw twitches, but she still doesn’t look up.

“I’m just saying,” he says. “It’d be nice one day, when you cure cancer or whatever, to be able to say ‘I knew her when.’” He leans down, crowding into her space, and lowers his voice. “And to satisfy everyone’s curiosity. Why, yes, she was always that beautiful.”

She looks up then, a sharp cut through her lashes, a stern glare belied by the soft flush on her cheeks.

“Mulder,” she warns, and he likes the way she says it. Mul-der.

“Yeah?”

She holds his gaze for a moment, and he can see himself reflected in her glasses. His ridiculous grin. The flop of hair he forgot to comb this morning, too concerned with making it to the library before class.

Then she looks away, eyes down, little pink tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. When she meets his eyes again, she is Professional Dana, all calm and poise.

“I have work to do,” she says and reaches for a stack of bookmarks on the edge of the desk. She taps them straight like a deck of cards.

He grins. “So you’re telling me I should go, then?”

She doesn’t look at him. She’s arranging pens in a cup by color now. “Mm-hmm.”

“And you won’t tell me your last name?”

Black pen, black pen, blue pen, red pen.

“You don’t need it.”

His grin widens and he leans in just a little farther. She doesn’t retreat. He likes that about her.

“If you say so,” he whispers.

She nods, curt. “I do.”

He straightens and hitches his backpack up on one shoulder.

“You’re a cruel woman, Dana,” he says. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She rolls her eyes and he almost—almost—misses the way she smiles when he turns away: small, private, like she doesn’t even mean to be smiling at all

#fox mulder #dana scully #msr #msr fanfic #txf #myfic #there are 46 days until i graduate #my college experience hasn't been nearly as enjoyable as theirs is gonna be #;) ;) ;)#ch 2 is done and will come maybe some time next week!#hope u like it!#but even if u don't!#i like it and am having a ball!#fox mulder is obsessed with dana scully in all universes ok!!!#paracosm

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angelfire115 · 4 years

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The One who fell

It was a normal day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing. On days like these, people like Alice, should be out in the sunshine. She wasn't much for society, just a a girl starting a new life. She started her first job in a few days, had an apartment and a loving cat named Cheeky. Her parents had prepared her for this day since she was 15 and she was so excited for it as well.

She left her home and walked herself to the stores, it may have been sunny but it was slightly windy too, which made walking a breeze (pun intended). On her way she passed some very unexpected and sketchy people. They all wore black cloaks and held strange items, for example, one of them had a staff with a skull on the end. She decided to ignore them and not judge their way of clothing, everyone was different after all.

As she made it to the stores and open the door, she was greeted by cool air con and an old man who stood behind the counter, saying his hellos and giving her a wave. She resipicated the kind gesture and moved to the items of the store. She grabbed, milk, eggs, chocolate bars, some chips and some meat and veggies for dinner. Once she was done, she made her way out, paying her items and saying goodbye as she went outside, back into the hot sun.

She looked to the sky, squinting her eyes from the light. She was happy and content with everything but she had a feeling deep in her gut that it would make it better if something exciting happened. When she walked back she noticed the suspicious party was gone. She did wonder what they were up to but the thought left her pretty quickly. It wasn't any of her business,although, if she saw them again, she would kindly ask, she was curious after all.

As she passed the spot where she saw them, a sudden scream came from behind a building. It caught her attention and she decided to inspect. She rounded a corner, pulling out her phone just in case she needed to call the police. Behind the building were assortments of items that looked like the ones those people were carrying. And in the middle of it was a drawing of a pentagram. Alice: "What is this? What were they doing?".

She walked forward to see more closer to the drawings and items. A sudden clang of noise and voices were heard from behind her. She turned and backed away, scared it was the group, scared what they could do to her. As she backed away stepping onto the drawing, it lit up like a spot light, blinding her. Forcing her to drop her phone. A sudden burst off flames came up from the drawing engulfing her.

She thought this was the end, the end for her. But as quickly as that thought came, she noticed the flames didn't burn her, they didnt hurt one bit. She felt like she was being carried quickly down, down, down, down into the earth. She thought she'd reach the other side of the earth at this point. Out of the blue, the flames stopped and instead she was falling. As she fell and screamed, she saw a city under her. A city of bright lights and busy streets.

Her attention was caught away as she noticed the floor becoming more and more closer to her. Was this the end then? Death from falling? She closed her eyes tightly, waiting for her fate. She landed flat on the ground but even from an enormous height, she only felt like she fell from a tree or a sort high place, not from like a twenty roomed high building. As she got up, bruised and battered but otherwise alright state, she looked around, wondering where she was.

She was in some dark alleyway, no one was around, she walked around trying to clear her thoughts and tried to forget the pain she was in. She saw the end of the alleyway and made her way there, she peeked her head around the corner, she heard voices. When she looked, she had a huge shock. She saw the people talking but, they weren't human, they looked like creatures and mixtures of animals and more. They talked and walked and acted like normal people but they looked beyond human. She quickly threw herself back and onto the wall near her, calming herself she looked to the sky. The sky was pitch black but there was a giant pentagram in the sky. It looked exaclty like the one those people drew on the ground.

She decided to walk herself in the opposite direction of other two who seemed to not notice her. As she continued her walk, she got to see the city more. The stores were odd and innapropriate, signs that said death, drugs and more unexpected things. The stores equally innapropriate and shocking. She'd never think she'd see such things this public, where was she?

She heard more voices nearby that got louder. Not wanting to know what these beings would do to her, she bolted away, running into another alleyway that was also dark. Maybe if she went into there, no one could see her or at least run into her. She did pass some creature people but they were either very old or asleep. She held her arms, trying to comfort herself. When she continued, she heard strange squishing and munching sounds, sounds she didn't like. But she was too curious to ignore it.

She peeked around the corner, horrified over what she saw. A tall red man stood over piles of bodies, it seems he was munching something and most definitely, it was the people he killed. Her eyes started to tear up, the sight was terrifying but she couldn't look away. She turned to see someone moving, his arms reaching out and his face screaming "I need help". Her heart dropped,seeing him like that, no matter what he looked like, he was still a living person.

She decided to help, she snuck to him as quietly as he could, looking at the tall man from time to time just incase he noticed. She reached for his arms and gently moved some body parts of other people who were on top of him. The person looked like an old man mixed with a beetle bug she would see in her yard, she liked those beetles. She pulled his arm around her head to support him with her shoulders. She lifted him up and they slowly and quietly made their way out of the area.

???: "And where do you think you're taking him?" A static voice that sounded like it was coming from a radio spoke from behind, she froze, her heart stopped, she didn't want to turn, she wanted to run but she knew the old man couldn't. What could she do? Before a thing was done, a sound of splatterd liquid, the sound of the old man screaming and his breath leaving him, the feeling of blood, covered her sides and face and seeing the old man drop to the floor in a pool of red.

He was gone, dead, he didn't move or make a sound. She stared at his lifeless body as the pool turned to a river, as the red poured down a nearby drain. She slowly turned and jumped back as the creatures face was right next to hers. She dropped to the ground and looked up. The man was tall, covered in blood but she could see he wore a suit, his hair was red, he had a cane with what looked like a microphine at the end and his face. It wore a large sickly smile that gleamed in yellow sharp teeth, his eyes were large and red as well and she could slightly see a monocle on his right eye.

He leaned down to get a better look of her, he hummed in a curious way. His staticy voice and demeanour was down right terrifying. She kept herself still for the moment but she badly wanted to run. ???: "So my dear, how did someone like you end up in place like this?". How was she supposed to answer that question? She didnt even know what "place" she was in.

Alice: "U-um I-I dont know w-what place this is exactly?". The man perked up from this, it caught his attention. ??: "Well this is hell my dear, every person from above that commits a terrible sin ends up in the world that punishes them for it". This surprised her more, hell? HELL?? She was in hell?? But how?? Why?? What??. So many questions and thoughts ran through her mind as her anxiety and fears rose from its depths. Tears started slowly flowing from her eyes, she was in hell, no wonder everything was so, strange and inappropriate and bad. This was a place where bad people went and she was there.

The man watched her sob, his eyes lowered as his smile widened. ??: "now my dear, I'll ask you again". His looks became darker as his smile widened more and his eyes fluctuating with red as symbols appeared around his body. An instensity building in the air, sending signs to her body to run. ??: "How did you end up here?". His eyes and body went static as the symbols grew, his voice dark, his posture intimidating.

This was too much, within seconds she got up and ran, ran as fast as she could, down the alley as far as she could. She turned to see his devilish smile plastered on his face in amusement. She ran faster into a full sprint, out into the streets, running past people and creatures of all shapes and sizes. They stared and watched her speedy pace. It looked like she'd never stop running until *BAM* she ran into something or someone. She tried to clear her head as it spinned uncontrollably. When she got to her senses she looked to what she ran into.

It was a person, they were on the ground as well, also trying to process the situation. She shot up, feeling really bad about it. She stood up immediately to try and help the person. Alice: "I am so sorry, I am so so sorry, i wasn't looking where i was going and I-". The person shot a glare up to her, he was a strange but unusually attractive person. He had strange hair but was covered all over in white and pink fur. He had a sharp smile with one gold tooth, his eyes were strange as well, one was black where the white should be and a pink pupil. What was also strange was he had 4 arms from what she could see.

??: "Well maybe you should watch where you going?! Crazy chick". He held his head, he must of hit it. She felt really bad and looked down with a sad look. Alice: "I'm really sorry". The person looked to her with a bit of a surprise, seeing her sincere face that was written in regret caught him off guard. ??: " Yeah, whatever". He said it in a low way while continuing to rub his head.

Alice: "Do you need help up? I can give you a hand, its the least i can do for knocking you down". The person stared at her confused, which made her confused. ??: "Eh, its fine i got it". With the help of the car beside him, he got himself up. He was a lot taller then expected and looked very feminine. If it wasn't for his voice, she would've thought he was a woman, maybe he was a transgender? She didn't know. He looked at her up and down, taking in her strange look.

He tilted his head in confusion but quickly got rid of it. ??: "So why in such a hurry toots?". She then remembered her terrifying encounter with that person and her fears came back. She looked around hoping not to see him, she didn't but she didn't want to stick around to find out. Alice: "I just was, running away from something terrifying". She held her arms as she shook from the memory. ??: "Is that why you're covered in blood?". He looked casually at the blood stains which she looked at as well, the memory of the old beetle man replayed in her mind which sent shivers down her spine.

Alice: "Y-yes, I'm gonna go now, again, really sorry for running into you, h-have a nice day". The stranger watched her walk away, still looking like she'll collapse from exhaustion or something. He really wanted to walk away from the situation but an annoying itch inside him etched the situation. ??: "Uuugh, wait there toots". Alice stopped in her tracks and looked to the person. ??: "Come here".

As he said that, he pointed to her then to his side, his lowers arms crossed as he leans against the car. Alice slowly approached him, wonderimg what he wanted. He stepped away from the car door and opened it. ??: "Get in". He directed her to get into the car, she stopped in surpsise, why did she want him to get in? Alice: "Um, why?". He rolled his eyes at her question. ??: "Just get in before I change my mind". She stepped towards the door but stopped at the entrance. Alice: "Is this your car?". He looked away, hesistant to answer.

??: "Uuuh, yeah its mine". She wasn't convinced but she'd rather be anywhere but out in the open, she entered in. When she was in he closed the door. When she looked around, she relised the car was a lot bigger then expected, like a limousine. Quite a fancy car with interesting patterns, it was quite eye catching and she sort of liked it.

As time went by and Alice waited in the car on her own, one of the doors on the other side opened. Alice expected the person she met before to come in but instead was met with two girls she's never seen before. They were deep in a conversation together which Alice dared not interrupt as they didn't notice her at all. The girl to her right looked very human, even if she could see some fangs while she talked, she was more pale then an average person but she had red spots on her cheeks, the edge of her eyes were thick with what Alice guessed was eyeliner which looked really good on her. She wore a pink suit and had beautiful golden hair. The other girl was darker skinned, maybe foreign? She didn't want to assume. She wore a short dress with knee high boots, had long white hair that covered one of her eyes that seemed to have an X on it and a cute large bowtie on the back of her hair.

These two girls have been the closest to looking like humans since she's gotten here, wonder if they could be friends. ??: "He's not gonna agree, you see how he acted and looked when you told him about it, He's probably going to prattle on to his rich friends how stupid we were". ??: "Come one Vaggie, we can't lose hope, you never know, he might change his mind, uh what do you think about it Angel?". They straight away looked to Alice who they might have thought was this Angel.

Alice jumped when they noticed her, they looked to her eyes wide and confused why some random person was in their car. ??: "Um, who are you?". The golden hair girl asked her nicely as the other one, from what she learned her name is Vaggie, got up into a defensive position, summoning a spear from nowhere. Vaggie: "WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU HERE?!!!". She pointed the spear directly into Alices' face which scared her into backing as far as she could and holding her hands up. She was scared again, this girl did seem hostile while the other was calm but she didn't think this hostile.

??: "Vaggie wait, calm down, look she's scared now". Vaggie glared at Alice with distrustful eyes which made Alice flinch. After a few seconds she lowered her spear but still stared daggers into her. The other kind girl sat her down and looked to Alice, her eyes spelling out apologise. ??: "Sorry about that, we just didn't expect someone else here besides our friend, um, I'm Charlie if you didnt know, its nice to meet you". She held out her hand for a handshake which Alice accepted, her kindness made her relaxed.

Alice: "I'm really sorry about this, I accidentally ran into someone outside, I apologized and we started talking and I needed to leave but he let me into this car which he said was his but I doubt it was although it was better then out there". Charlie looked to Alice confused while Vaggie relaxed but was still cranky for some reason. Charlie: "Why is that?". The memory of that moment resurfaced and her fears returned, her shaking started again as she also started to tear up. Meanwhile Vaggie noticed something and pointed it out to Charlie.

Charlie rushed to Alices' side, holding her hand and rubbing her back. Charlie: "Hey hey, its ok, its ok, calm down, you're ok". Charlies soft voice, gentle smile and therapeutic massaging calmed Alice down, her shaking stopped and she wiped her tears. Alice: "I'm sorry, something horrible happened and I just". She sniffled and her voice shaked as she talked, she tried to suppress it as hard as she could that worked for the most part.

Charlie gently squeezed her hand, even Vaggie came over to comfort her, probably trusting her more and more as time went. After a few minutes of silence between them as they all huddled into comforting her. She stopped her sniffles and tears and her shaky breathing and voice calmed a lot more. Charlie continued her rubbing as Vaggie placed her hand on her shoulder. Charlie: "Its ok, whatever happened is over now, you'll be ok". Alice smiled to Charlie, she was happy she met her and Vaggie, they both eased her fears and anxieties pretty well.

Charlie looked to the red stains on her body, concern covered her face. Charlie: "Are you injured at all? Because theres a lot of" Charlie pointed to the blood that Alice looked at as well. Alice: "Oh no, this isnt my blood, sorry if i got any on the seat". Charlie: "Oh don't worry about it, its not the first time bloods been on these seats". Alice was startled by how casual she said that. Alice: "Well, i should explain more on myself, um, my names Alice, I'm very knew here actually so I don't know really anything".

Charlie perked up, the news of a new person was exciting for her. She grabbed her hand with her both of hers, an excited jolt in her expression and demeanour. Charlie: "You're new? Oh that's exciting, how about you stay at our hotel? Its an amazing place for demons and sinners to find comfort and a way to be redeemed". Alice looked at her interested, demons? Is that what everyone is? It make sense if its hell, and redeemed? Can demons be redeemed? If so, is there a way she could go home?

Thinking about it, she didn't know if she could but she could try and these girls seemed nice so why not? Alice: "Sure, sounds nice although i don't have any money to pay to stay there". Its true, her money was in her phone case which she dropped before she, well, dropped. Charlie shook her head vigorously. Charlie: "Don't worry about it, its not important, you can start paying once you get yourself settled but for now, its all free". That seemed fair, even if she were to somehow leave this place, if she couldn't, there wasn't anything stopping her from settling down here, as long though as nothing like earlier will happen again.

As they continued chatting, the door swung open and of course, the person Alice ran into and who let her into the car, presumably their name being Angel, was standing right there, eating a sandwich. Angel: "Huh, so you all met, guess that means i don't need to introduce you, hey can you scooch over so I can sit?" Vaggie gave him a glare then moved to the other side of the car which Charlie then followed her after. Angel sat next to Alice who moved over to let him have some room.

Angel: "So what i miss?". Charlie smiled to Angel which Angel looked confused about. Charlie: "Oh Angel I'm so proud of you, you helped someone, Eeeee i knew you could". Charlie was all giddy and excited about this while Angel looked a bit flustered. Angel: "Whatever, was just annoyed how patheitc she looked when she walked away, ok?". Charlie gave a gentle smile while Vaggie smirked. Vaggie: "Well next time inform us when you're doing your "good deeds". Angel rolled his eyes at her comment, leaning his face on his palm while staring out the window.

Alcie: "Oh uh by the way, my names Alice, Charlie's allowed me to stay at their hotel, do you work there?". Angel looked to Alice with a smirk, amused by something. Angel: "Alice huh? The names Angel Dust and I guess you could say I work there, I'm more of their "test subject" on the whole redemption thing". Chalrie: "Don't say that Angel, you are our very important member and patron to our cause". Angel dust: "And the only free one". He giggled at his little joke but stopped as soon as he saw Vaggie stare at him with fury in her eyes.

Angel Dust: "But i also have another job, if you must know, its a pretty fun one". He said that as relaxed on the chair, folding his arms behind his head, leaning on them. Charlie: "He's an, entertainer, in a way". She said it pretty nervously which got Alice confused. Alice: "Oh yeah? what kind of entertainment?". Angel gave her a pretty smirky smile, his devious eyes looking at her. Angel dust: "It means i suck d***". This shocked Alice into chocking on her spit, making her cough profusley.

Angel Dust: "I'm lucky enough to never choke when I'm doing it though". Alice continued to cough before calming herself. Charlie went over to try and help. Charlie: "Angel". Angel Dust: "What? She asked what I do for a job and i answered her, what else was I suppose to say?". Angel got all defensive as Charlie looked to him in a doubtful look. Charlie something other then that". As this was happening, the car had already almost made it to the hotel.

When it did, Alice stepped out in awe at the hotels unique and extraordinary form. The ship on the side was a shock, the inconsistent shapes and sizes of each few floors was incredible. She wondered how many stayed in this magnificent place, it could fit hundreds maybe thousands of guests. She was quite excited to go inside.

#hazbin hotel #The one who fell #fanfic #Alice OC #Charlie #Vaggie #Alastor #Angel Dust #oof #here we go #got to writing it #this is gonna be interesting #sorry i havent been doing my other one #lost motivation #will continue it dont worry #will get to it soon #im on a trip so my minds elsewhere

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aspiestvmusings · 4 years

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TMS S3: GROUP B

THE MASKED SINGER SEASON 3

GROUP B/ GROUP 2: (contestants 7 - 12)

EP 3x04: CLUES & MORE: RECAP for remaining 5:

SPOILERS BELOW!!!

FROG

CLUES:

Location: Hollywood (CBS?) Lot: 1920s street/building

VISUAL CLUES:

His clues video is done in black & white (like a 1920s silent film)

B&W image: MIB sitting on a bench, on a street, as newpapers are being thrown at them (by a paperboy)

Newspaper: The Daily Ribbit (price: 5 cents)

Newspaper headline: Frogs are jumping! Frogs are jumping!

Newspaper headline: Tadpole plucked from large creek!

Newspaper article subtitle: Toad’s crazy ride begins!

Newspaper photo credit: Frog joins The Masked Singer

Newspaper article [this is a nod to the detectives among us, viewers]: TEXT HERE LATER “So there was this tadpole just swimming along, doing its tadpole thing, thinking “Hey, life is pretty good!” Who needs legs anyway?” Then one day it was swimming near a horseshoe and mustve felt lucky. It waived it’s little fishy tail and swam faster than ever and the metamorphosis began in the blink of a frog’s eye. Good bye tail, hello legs! “What arethese weird spongy things in my body? Oh, lungs! Cool!” The tadpole became a frog, but seriously are you actually reading all this? Did you pause on me? Are you hoping for more clues? Or should I say hopping for more clues? Well here’s a frog joke: Why are frogs so happy? Because they eat whatever bugs them! Hahaha. Sorry, that wasnt a clue, but hopefully there’s a kid in the roomto enjoy it. I’m impressed you’re still reading this small print. Back to the frog: it really did have a wild, wild ride. Though it did have some interesting eating habits and I'm not just talking about dining on flies. By the way, have you seen slo-mo videos of frogs using their tongues? Pretty fascinating. Okay, you’ve made it this far. I’ll just tell you the tadpole who became a frog is the celebrity we all know and love who goes by the name” [ARTICLE ENDS HERE]

Sign on the wall of the building “arrow pointing to the left”

Papar bags on the ground next to the bench with “Leftovers” written on it & “leftovers” from one nag have fallen out...to the ground.

The frog’s shadow behind the window/glass is seen using his tongue to catch/eat a fly on the glass

Poster on the (office) floor: 1996 Games: 1000-Meter Leap Frog

The frog & MIB doing dance moves on the street (as he comes out of the building)

Old school michrophone with the “LIKE” sign on it.

Dollar bills on the “counter”: 100 dollar bill + 5 dollar bill + 1 dollar bill (100 + 5 + 1 = 106 dollars)

AUDIO CLUES/VOICE OVER:

“News Flash: My metamorphosis has been anything but typical.”

“I leapt to stardom as fast as the lightning bolt.”

“Never had a chance to evolve my image, and do things my way.”

“I was slitherin with the big frogs from Jump-Jump. Just had to fit in and survive.”

“But now I can write my own masterpiece”

“Showing this new side (of me) gives me butterflies in my stomach.”

“But I'm ready to drop the hammer, and sing my face off.”

ON STAGE CLUES:

Song choice: “U Can’t Touch This” by MC Hammer

Look/Costume: Frog is wearing a purple suit & a yellow/purple checkered tie. He has a matching hat with a feather (1920s “gangster” style) & “Gatsby” style shoes.

Stage: Moves around & dances a lot, while rapping. Very energetic. Touches the brim of the hat during “questining”

Height: Short. Seems around 170 -173cm = 5 feet 6 inches

Build: He’s small, but athletic.

Mic hand: Right.

Talking: “I feel free, baby! I came here to win it all, baby, that’s what I came to do - win it all!” (when answering "How does it feel to dress up as The Frog?”)

GUESSES:

Shad Moss aka (Lil) Bow Wow (rapper/singer/musician) - for me the dance moves confirmed it’s him, cause I am not super familair with his voice alone. But last year when many suggested he could be "The Rottweiler”, I looked him up, and the dance routines he and his kid do in several of his posts leave me with no doubt that it’s him. I would not have gotten this one from the voice alone. 99% chance

POSSIBLE MEANING OF CLUES.

TBA LATER [SEE: LISTED CLUES & YOU’LL KNOW ANYWAY]

Paper bag “Leftovers” = Doggy Bag -- his artist nme was/is Bow Wow + it’s the title of one of his albums (Doggy bag)

Mic + Like sign = Like Mike

106 dollars = he hosted the”106 & Park” music vid show

KITTY

CLUES:

Location: many clips used from Georges Méliès silent film(s) - “Astronomers Dream” watch on YT

Silent film era style clips from a (movie) theatre

VISUAL CLUES:

Most of her clue package is in black & white, in “silent cinema” style. Lot of footage from the time films were first made & lots of references to the film of that time.

(Stage) Curtains opening

B&W: People watching the performance though binoculars.

B&W: Audience clapping (during the performance)

Kitty Mask appearing on each lens of the binoculars.

B&W image: a group of men coming to the stage, in one line...as we see it from the audiences POV. And Kitty Mask appearing in front on them...as the only in COLOUR image that has been added to it.

B&W: (Astronomical) Observatory with a telescope pointed at the Moon. There is a globe in the room. A stand with drawings and shapes (geometry) on one side & a blackboard with AB + CD = [more math...which I can’t type in here...for reasons] An old man/astronomer in a wizard hat is sitting on a chair, reading a book. Then gets up to write something on the blacboard. There is a coat of arms on the back of the chair. - a clip from Georges Méliès "The Astronomer's Dream" (old film from 1898)

In colour: Kitty walking to center stage - alone on the stage, in an ampty theatre

B&W: The Moon with a face being blown up - a clip from Georges Méliès "The Astronomer's Dream" (old film from 1898)

Blinking dressing room lights (a wall full of them) in the background of Kitty Mask

A glass jar/bottle of milk + a glass of milk...with Kitty mask sitting on top of he glass...as milk is poured into it.

B&W: Pirates sword-fighting on an old ship deck.

Kitty doing the CATwalk... with greenish-blueish lights in the background...

A (big) glass rose shattering to pieces as it falls to the ground... with rose petals fling everywhere...

AUDIO CLUES/VOICE OVER:

“In all my wildest dreams I’d never imagined I’d be here where I feel at home among the weird and the wonderful.”

“It’s almost like this show was made for me. -- A little bit of heaven where I can wipe the slate clean as the purest snow.”

“Sometimes it feels lonely, because people don’t think of me as the person I’ve become, but the person I once was.”

“But now under these light - among the cream of the crop - I get to start from scratch.”

“And just like a Kitty will always find a way to nuzzle into your heart, Tonight, for my big debut, I'm going for high drama...as I show you why I'm the pick of the litter”

ON STAGE CLUES:

Song choice: “Dangerous Woman” by Ariana Grande

Look/Costume: Burlesque/(Vegas) showgirl costume - sparkly dress with straps, and feathery skirt + feathers on top of the head (inside a small crown”, and added to that are sparly silver boots. Wearing a leotard under the dress (it seems to be a Red Silver Tabby cat). Kitty mask with different-coloured eyes (heterochromia) - one blue & one brown. The costume has a kind of Satine from “Moulin Rouge” feel/look to it.

Stage presence: Dancing sensual “Cabaret” chair dance while singing. Her backup dancers are dressed as “Chesire cats”

Height: Short, looks around 155-163cm = 5 feet 1 to 5 feet 4

Build: Petite. Very small & slender.

Mic hand: Alternates between left & right

Talking: “I am being somebody that noboby has ever seen before, and its always been inside of me, so... it’s great!” (when answering “Whats it like being The Kitty?”)

GUESSES:

Sarah Hyland (actress) -- the voice & the stage presence remind me of her...the most, though alost none of the clues fit her (rose for BF & drama for being on a popular mock series with lots of “drama”...are the main ones fitting her) 50% chance

Emma Watson (actress) - several clues fit her, but I am uncertain about the voice being a good match

Chloë Grace Moretz (actress) ...so many clues seem to reference to the movie “Hugo” she was in...that was a “tribute” to Georges Méliès...

Kate Bosworth (actress/model) - she has heterochromia + several clues fit

Mila Kunis (actress) - she has heterochromia

Lily Rose Depp - I am not that familiar with her voice to make a definite yes/no decision, but several clues match - pirates connection through her dad & French connection though her mom. She starred in a film titled “Planetarium”... and in the Vanity Fair’s “Secret Showcase/Talent” she did has a very similar oldie feel to it...like the clue package has

some/any “former” Disney actress, who is now in their late teens to late 20s

With this Mask I am more confused than I have ever been with any other mask...any season. Some fit the voice, some the stage prsence, some the clues. But none seem to fit (to me/to my knowledge) them all. And I still cannot decide on the voice..even after re-listening/watching. I really need that 2nd & 3rd song to make up my mind.

POSSIBLE MEANING OF CLUES.

TBA LATER [SEE: LISTED CLUES & YOU’LL KNOW ANYWAY]

TACO

CLUES

Location: (Restaurant) Kitchen

Location: Hollywood (CBS) Lot: streets/parking lot

VISUAL CLUES:

MIB dressed as chefs (in buffed up/sumo suits) preparing food - tacos

The taco lying on the plate as MIB chef adds some seasoning to it

VHS tapes...on the counter

Anchor (nautical.. ships anchor) on a plate

A (solved) Rubik’s Cube on top of a bowl filled with lemons/limes.

Fresh food in the fridge as the door is opened (salad, peppers) - a red trolley (tramcar/streetcar) is on top of the food

The MIC chefs adding more seasonings, and then ketchup to the taco. Writing TACO as a decoration on the plate, next to the taco, with ketchup.

The taco jumps off the plate, and onto the kitchen floor, adn starts running away..as the MIB chefs run after him (with ladles in hands)...He runs out of therestaurant...and onto the street

The MIB looking out between large TMS door and waving for Taco to come their way...and the Taco running into the studio...as the doors close just in front of the chasers

Sign next to the TMS mask logo doors: Studios 36 & 46 Main Entrance [arrow pointing to the left]

Sign on the wall inside the TMS studio doors: Stage 46 [arrow to the right]

AUDIO CLUES/VOICE OVER:

“Like the comfort food I am, I’ve been a confirting part of your lives for decades”

“I’ve got plenty of seasoning & I'm in a good place, but my routine can get a bit mild, so I'm here to bust out of the buffet...and spice things up.”

“To enchiladas and beyond!“

“Here I go...as fast as I can.”

“I want to be the last mask standing.”

“I just hope I don’t fall apart out there.”

“Time for Taco Wednesday.”

ON STAGE CLUES:

Song choice: “Fly Me to the Moon” by Frank Sinatra

Look/Costume: Dark green suit under a taco suit/costume. Cherry tomato for a head. Ketchup bottle for a mic. suits in the background.

Stage presence: Moon & stars theme: Big Band with starry suits. Swing music style..very 1960s Sinatra vibes.

Height: He’s around 170cm = 6 feet (about the same height as the host, Nick)

Build: Tall-ish & lean-ish.

Mic hand: Right

Talking: "This is how dress normally! No(w), the weirdest thing about this experience is being ignored by everyone, cause they don’t know who I am. For the first time (in my life) I feel invisible!” (when answering “How is his normal life different from being on TMS?”)

GUESSES

Tom Bergeron (TV show host & comedian) 99% chance

Tim Allen (actor/comedian) 0.5% chance

Tom Hanks (actor) 0,5% chance

Though the voice at times makes it seem as this could be the actor (and comedian, and writer, and artist) John Lithgow and/or the clues at times make it seem as this could be the actor Ted Danson...it cannot be either of them. They’re just too tall to be the person in that costume.

POSSIBLE MEANING OF CLUES

TBA LATER [SEE: LISTED CLUES & YOU’LL KNOW ANYWAY]

VHS tapes = America’s Funniest (Home) Video’s - he hosted the show..for years

The trolley = the exact trolley/model like in “Mr. Roger’s Neighbourhood” +the 2019 film about him - hesang a song on the 2019 films “soundtrack”

“...as fast as I can” = the title of his (autobiographical) book is “I'm hosting as dast as I can”

MOUSE

CLUES:

Location: Football field

VISUAL CLUES:

The Mouse holding a megaphone & gicing orders through it to others (shes the boss of them all)

MIB dressed in dark slacks & yellow jerseys + wearing helmets...ready to play some “american football”

One MIB is dressed as a cheerleader - with pink tutu skirt & golden pom-poms...cheering them on...

There is a dark football helmet with the US flag on the bench next to the Mouse Mask

The Mouse standing on top of a car/trcuk tire...that’s on the foorball field

Whiteboard with game strategy on it. Title: Bang Bang Formation. Football field drawin under it...with each players moves indicated.

The four cardinal directions: N for north, S for souts, W for West & E for east (in a different colour!) on each side of the table.

The MIB athletes doing push-ups..with The MOuse standing on top of one of their helmets

The MIB yellow jerseys say “Wariors” & their numbers are “19″ & “79"

The MIB athletes tackle the trainign equpment the mouse is standing on, making her fly, and (crach) land of the grass

AUDIO CLUES/VOICEOVER:

“Just like a mouse I’m small and cute. But don’t let my size fool you, because my presence is larger than life. ”

“I’ve always been a leader in my field, really.”

“I wrote the Playbook.”

“But as much as I love calling the shots, and showing everyone who’s the boss, I also love having a walk-on role to play.”

“They say: “Don’t sweat the small stuff.” But now that I'm putting myself in, you should. Because I never accept anything less than gold.”

“So, to all my copetitors, you “cheddar” watch out”

ON STAGE CLUES:

Song choice: “Get here” by Oleta Adams

Look/Costume: Pink-ish mouse costume, wearing a long fairy skirt/dress (with flowers in front) & fairy wings on the back.

Stage presence: Static. Sitting during both the performance/singing AND the “panel guessing” part [indicating she’s older and/or has a health issue and/or it’s done just to fool the viewers about her height...and hence the line “don’t let my size fool you” in the clue package]

Height: Shorter than the host, Nick. Seems about 170- 175 cm = 5 feet 5 iches to 5 feet 7 inches tall.

Build: “Normal” ...to smallish

Mic hand: Right

Talking: “Not being able to talk. Yeah, you know, I’m a chatterbox. And I love talking and they always tell me...that I can’t say anything to anybody.”

(when answering the question “what makes this experience different from her day-to-day life?”

POSSIBLE MEANING OF CLUES:

TBA LATER [SEE: LISTED CLUES & YOU’LL KNOW ANYWAY]

Warriors 19 & 79 = 1979 [the year, the number] = This is the year, when her album “Dionne” was released.

Gold (pom-pons) in her clue package = many of her (her bands) albums/songs have gone Gold.

GUESSES:

Dionne Warwick (singer) 90% chance

I dont really have other guesses. I was conflicted for a bit during the original airing, cause it looked like she was wayshorter than the host, but thats cause I did not pay attention to the fact that she was sitting the whole time. So my confusion “that’s D.W.s voice, but the height excludes her... cause she is a bit taller than that” was over as soon as someone pointed it out to me, and I was able to re-watch & see that she sat not only during the Q&A, but also her performance.

BANANA

CLUES:

Location: Football field

Location: Party/Tour bus

VISUAL CLUES:

Four small fruit-shaped “hobbit houses” - one pear, one stwarberry & 2 watermelons...behind a white picket fence + theres a bicycle nxt to the fence

Banana sleeping & “yawning” outside, on a grass (football field)... on a blanket

A cowboy hat next to the sleeping banana

A tomato & a blowfish next to the sleeping banana

MIB texting “Banana! Where R U?” to him..on an orange-coloured phone

All kinds of veggies and salads + a banana peel..on the grass. The MIB “walking and texting”, and hence not seeing the banana peel & slipping on it & falling down next to the blanket

The Banana sleeping under the blanket...with two dressed in green “cowgirls” sleeping on either side of him. The Bananas clothes/costume is on the floor/grass next to them...so he’s “naked” under the blanket

All kinds of veggies lying around the blanket, on the grass õA

A blue (dog) collar on the grass next to the blanket

Banana partying on a tour bus with the two green creatures

Banana dancing on the table...

AUDIO CLUES/VOICE OVER:

[Banana sleeping on a football field & getting a text “Where R U” from MIB] “What? Where am I? Oh, no, I’m late for the stage! Aaahh”

[12 hrs earlier] “Ugh, I cant believe I overdid it last night. You’d think this was my first rodeo.”

“I’m the banana because I'm tough on the outside, but a total smoothie on the inside. And a hoot to have at parties. Am I right, ladies?”

[getting up from under the blanket] “Help me get dressed, dadgumit.”

"I cant wait to peel back my layers, and show I can use my voice in any environment.”

"I just wanna see you smile.”

ON STAGE CLUES:

Song choice: “A Little Less Conversation” by Elvis Presley

Look/Costume: Yellow costume suit & a banana head with banana peel for a collar

Stage presence: Very energetic, moving around & dancing a lot. Ends the song with an “Iron Man landing pose”

Height: He’s around 180cm = 6 fee (around the same height as the host, Nick)

Build: He’s tall & lean

Mic hand: Right

Talking: “[chuckles] Technically... No. My kid. -- I’m getting ready to work out -- she hands me a banana, and it’s a sign. So here I am - The Banana. And I’m peeling it. I’m peeling the music.” (when aswering the question “Did you always want to be the Banana?”

GUESSES:

Bret Michaels of “Poison” (singer/musician) - those denace moves! and stage presence just give him away.

POSSIBLE MEANING OF CLUES.

TBA LATER [SEE: LISTED CLUES & YOU’LL KNOW ANYWAY]

Cowbvoy hat = he wars one quite often (its kind of one of his trademarks)

Blowfish = they are poisonous & “POison” is the name of his band

The MIB slipping on a banana peel & falling = Bret famously fell once during Tony Awards in 2009

Blue Collar = he has a pet clothing line + his daughetrs name is Bleu

ELEPHANT

First mask to be voted out in ep 4!

I am sad, cause I really liked his performance. But I get it...they’re all really equal, so it just depends which voie/mask has most “fans” in the audience that day/moment.

The clue package video hinted at a sportsman (athlete: skateboard, acrobatics, parkour, snowboarding...or similar..based on the MIB choreography). An individual sport, not team sport. The blue birds hinted at his company name + kinda his last name, too.

What people shoul’dve picked up, too were: his “limping” as he entered the stage. His “sliding to his knees” on stage (a move in his sports...to protect from falls). And... even though it was most likely just about “he's moving to the beat of his own drum” with the drums/drumming, but Id like to think that is was a nod to his role in that “Guitar Hero” add, where he & 3 other famous athletes played band members...and he was the drummer.

<<<<< THIS IS WHAT GOES ON IN MY HEAD AFTER EVERY TMS SHOW/EPISODE. THIS IS HOW I CATEGORIZE THE INFO I HAVE INTO FOLDERS IN MY MIND. THIS IS HOW SPECIFIC I AM, AND HOW INTO DETAILS I GO. THIS IS HOW MUCH I PAY ATTENTION (while, most likely, missing a ton of more hints that I’ll only notice during re-watch) I JUST DECIDED TO WRITE IT DOWN…FOR ONCE.

As promised, I’ll be doing this for the first episode of each group (3x01 for group A, 3x04 for group B, and in a few weeks 3x07 for group C). But that’s all I’ll be doing. Those three. Cause I have no time or energy to write it all down each week.

#THE MASKED SINGER #TMS #SPOILER #TMS SPOILER #TMS US #the masked singer usa #THE MASKED SINGER SEASON 3 #TMS S3 #TMS SEASON 3 #THE MASKED SINGER S3 #MASKED SINGER

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howblunt · 5 years

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1-98 weird asks!

First off: Thank you so much! I’m very excited to answer all of these :)

Second off: Let’s begin

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Coffee Mugs

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

lollipops for sure

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

bubblegum! (though i do love cotton candy)

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

honestly I’m not sure. I’m sure it was something about me being quite and bad at participating

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

(reusable) Plastic cups

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

I love the look of pastel

but I think I dress more preppy ? with a hint of grunge(maybe goth)

7. earbuds or headphones?

I wear earbuds more often but I do prefer headphones

8. movies or tv shows?

MOVIES

9. favorite smell in the summer?

how the pool smells and sunscreen

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

none. P.E. was awful.

Stick to the back and hope the ball doesn’t come at me, that’s how I lived.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Cereal. I am a simple woman

12. name of your favorite playlist?

currently it is my “Jean + Scott angst (and love)” playlist off spotify

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3VAC9t28sIrgO7Y4os5a34

13. lanyard or key ring?

key ring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

anything gummy but more specifically gummy worms

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

Wide Sargasso Sea

If you like Gothic novels with some unrequited love and desire… hit this book up. Look up the plot of Jane Erye first.. it’s like a prequel. Btw I hated Jane Erye. But love Wide Sargasso Sea. Lots of symbolism and even witch craft

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Legs stretched out, both on the ground

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

My black tennis shoes. Very comfortable

18. ideal weather?

Fall weather. Wind and sunshine

19. sleeping position?

Usually on my right side. But I wake up on my back

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Laptop

21. obsession from childhood?

Barbie dolls! and my little pony+ littlest pet shop

22. role model?

This is a hard one because I don’t really have anyone. But I guess Dan Aykroyd (my senior quote is from him)

23. strange habits?

biting the inside of my mouth, fidgeting + folding up papers that are given to me (like in mass), and chewing my straws

24. favorite crystal?

Rose quartz and orange Calcite

25. first song you remember hearing?

Here Comes the Sun

My mom used to sing it in the morning to wake up my sister and me

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Swim

Or walk/ride my bike to the library

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

curl up in a blanket and stay inside

28. five songs to describe you?

(In no order)

Not Today by Twenty One Pilots

Wow, I’m Not Crazy by AJR

xanny by Billie Eilish

I’m In Love With My Car by Queen

Why Do You Feel So Down by Declan McKenna

29. best way to bond with you?

Going shopping (clothes or other). This way we can chat and also have something to do

30. places that you find sacred?

The library and church

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

idk full outfit but my black pleated skirt makes me feel good

32. top five favorite vines?

In no order

*girl vapes* wow

I smell like beef

Lets’s tell each other secrets. I’ll go first, I hate you.

Chris is that a weed?!

This is how I enter my house. What’s up fuckers?!

33. most used phrase in your phone?

omg

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

that one for the shampoo made for curly hair. and it goes “That’s curl power”

35. average time you fall asleep?

11 or 12 during the week. 1 or 2 for weekends

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

Rage comics. idk which specifically. But i used to run a rage comic meme account. I was pretty popular ;)

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

suitcase

38. lemonade or tea?

lemonade (though i do LOVE tea)

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Lemon cakes

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

omg so. There was this girl who told on this other girl for cheating on a test. Then like the whole grade just ganged up on this other girl and started calling her “the snitch” because the cheater’s friend group started saying “snitches get stitches” (lol even tho i went to an all girls, majority white + prissy + upper class, catholic school but go off) that went on for too long.

at some party they started to chant “snitches get stitches”

the girl who started the chant then got suspended

41. last person you texted?

my ex. (it was a good breakup)

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

jacket pockets

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

strawberry

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

sci-fi (lmao x-men is under sci-fi at the library. so it counts)

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

XL t-shirt from giving blood and some very loose pajama shorts

47. favorite type of cheese?

American

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Mango (I eat enough to turn into one)

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

“Comparison will kill you”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

OMG so there was this big spider web. And me and a friend thought it would be funny to call another friend over. And then be like “’lol u just walked passed a huge spider”–we didn’t think she would walk into it or near it because it was right by the edge of a lake we were by. So we call her over and this girl starts sprinting over toward us and RIGHT toward the spider web, and she had this big smile. And my friend and I yelled at her to stop. And when we were laughing saying she was about to run into a spider web and showed her the big spider, she began to freak out (maybe even cry).

She was okay after the shock and fear wore off.

I literally have tears in my eyes from typing this

51. current stresses?

My friend moving away really far

Starting school

making new friends

52. favorite font?

I honestly don’t have one

53. what is the current state of your hands?

kinda dry

54. what did you learn from your first job?

That I really love kids

55. favorite fairy tale?

Little Red Riding Hood and Rapunzel

56. favorite tradition?

Every one of my family’s Christmas traditions

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

My self doubt

sharing my art + writing

My self confidence + learning my worth

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

I can play the piano

I can draw and paint

I can embroider and sew (not well but I have fun)

I can write pretty creative stories

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Oh gosh, now what?”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Magical Girl Anime

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

Darjeeling Limited directed by Wes Anderson: “What’s wrong with you?” / “Let me think about that. I’ll tell you the next time I see you.” / “Sure, tell me then.” / “Thanks for using me.” / “You’re Welcome.”

62. seven characters you relate to?

Will from Stranger Things (with the whole not wanting to give up “childish things” and other stuff his friends are growing out of)

David Wong from John Dies at the End (with how he handles the situation and thinks)

Molly from Booksmart (not the going to a great college or being super smart + looking down on people part. But wanting to go to a party and flirt with cute boys)

Erin from Derry Girls (Tbh, I relate to all the main girls in this show)

Eric from That 70s Show (sometimes)

A mix between Ben and Andy from Parks and Rec

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Good Old Fashion Lover Boy by Queen

Dance, Baby! by Boy Pablo

Hooked On A Feeling by Blue Swede

Fake Happy by Paramore

Sober Up by AJR

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Club Penguin and Webkinz

65. any permanent scars?

On my knees from falling as a child. A small scar under my eye from a dog bite

66. favorite flower(s)?

Roses and Daisies

67. good luck charms?

I wear this necklace a friend gave me when I am nervous

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Green Tea flavored Mochi is kinda nasty to me

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Dan Aykroyd lost his wallet that he always kept chained to his belt. He was freaking out and searching all over while John Belushi was laughing his butt off

70. left or right handed?

right

71. least favorite pattern?

anything with too many circles / holes

72. worst subject?

Anything Science related

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

idk but do NOT try lemonade with Doritos. it taste like throw up

I’ve made this mistake twice

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

it has to be an 7 or so

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

gosh, i’m not sure

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

tator tots

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

this is a question for my sister

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

I regularly buy sushi from a grocery store so that works

the grocery store I go to has a sushi bar and has fresh sushi every day

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

tbh they both looks kinda good.. not to BRAG. but i guess driver’s license

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth tones

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

fireflies

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

BOTH BOTH BOTH BOTH BOTH

both

84. podcasts or talk radio?

podcast – no commercials

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie all the WAY! Though I do love me a good polly pocket

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Fair Tales

86. cookies or cupcakes?

though i like making cupcakes more

87. your greatest fear?

Being kidnapped and never being found

88. your greatest wish?

To find my ideal man

89. who would you put before everyone else?

Anyone in my family

90. luckiest mistake?

Thinking a test is sooner so I study. But then ending up having another day to study as well.

91. boxes or bags?

Boxes

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

lamps

(maybe some fairy lights in the background)

93. nicknames?

My real name is Veronica but I go by Ronni

Ron Ron, Gonni, Ronica

94. favorite season?

Fall

95. favorite app on your phone?

music

96. desktop background?

I’m a Kaneki slut (Tokyo Ghoul)

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

two

98. favorite historical era?

style wise: 1800 rococo -- Marie Antoinette period

media wise: 1970s

#ask #anon #thank you again!#howblunt #2019

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nalu-week · 7 years

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Siren

NaLu Week Bonus Day- Gothic

Whenever she’s feeling down she turns on her phone to look at his picture; her high school sweetheart. She sighs, his cheeky grin always made her smile, and how she loved to run her fingers through his spikey mess of pink hair… Her father never approved of their relationship, he wasn’t of high enough class, didn’t come from a wealthy family so to separate them he sent her away to college in Europe to prepare her for corporate life. But she never forgot him…

It was no easier for him. He had tried to move on, went to the local University, but no matter how much he tried, he could never get past his depression and the loss of his first love so after dropping out in his 2nd year of college, he went to work for his old man’s garage and never looked at another girl again.

~~~

“Lucy, I am sending you to run the Magnolia office. Since you are familiar with the town, I assume this won’t be a problem for you?”

“If that’s what you want father.” Her voice flat and monotone.

“This is for your own good Lucy. I will not be around forever and you must be ready to take over this company when that time comes.”

‘I don’t really want it…’ she sighs. “Is there a reason you are sending me to Magnolia? I thought you didn’t want me going back there.”

“I have no choice; the director is retiring and I have no one else to send.”

“Fine.” ‘At least I won’t have to look at you every day anymore…’

“I have already set up a home for you there. Virgo and Capricorn will be accompanying you from our servant staff.”

It took Lucy 3 months after arriving to evaluate and set up the Magnolia branch to run itself. Once that had been finished she realized she needed to find something to keep her sane so one Thursday evening while driving through the city she sees a bar called Fairytail and becomes curious.

“Wow…” she remarks under breath as she takes in the ornately decorated expanse. The gothic themed bar was not grungy or weird like others she had been to, but had a beautiful, decadent feel to it. Dark mahogany woods mixed with stone, bronze sconces and warm red lighting; reminded her of some medieval castles in Europe. Booths lined the walls along with a few tables, the U-shaped bar was also wood lined and surrounded by high backed bar-chairs. A stage took up one side of the room with space in front for a dance floor and on that stage, was equipment for live bands. She walks up to the bar where a smiling white-haired woman greets her.

“I’ve never seen you here before.” The woman remarks.

“Yes, I was driving by and it caught my attention.” Lucy looks around her, “it’s a beautiful place.”

“Thank you,” the woman smiles. “My name is Mira. I’m the owner here, may I get you something?”

“Lucy. That would be great, do you have Appletini’s?”

“Coming right up.”

She sips at her drink as she watches the band set up and the room slowly fill with people.

“Do you by any chance sing?” Mira asks the blonde

“Oh, sometimes if I’m in the mood.”

“It’s open mic night if you’re interested. You just tell the house band what you’d like to sing and if they can play it they will.”

“Does it have to be punk or alternative type music?”

“No,” the bar maid chuckles, “It can be anything you want. This may be a gothic themed bar, but I only created it because I find this style beautiful. I appreciate all types of people and music.”

“You know what, I’ll give it a shot.”

Mira waves over a rather large man covered in piercings, “Gajeel, this young lady would like to sing something.”

He looks at Lucy, “What song?”

“When You’re Gone by Avril Lavigne.”

“We can play that. Give me a few minutes and come over to the stage.”

“Okay.” He nods to his boss and walks away.

Mira- “Don’t mind Gajeel, he just acts tough. Wait till you meet his girlfriend Levy, she’s the total opposite of him.”

“Why is that?”

“It’s better if you see for yourself, she helps me bartend from 8-12, Friday and Saturdays.”

“Oh…” Lucy sees Gajeel waving her over. “Looks like I’m up.”

Mira smiles, “Good luck Lucy.”

She stands in front of the mic stand as the song begins… ‘When You’re Gone’ by Avril Lavigne

“I always needed time on my own. I never thought I’d need you there when I cry. And the days feel like years when I’m alone, and the bed where you lie is made up on your side. When you walk away I count the steps that you take. Do you see how much I need you right now?

When you’re gone, the pieces of my heart are missin’ you. When you’re gone, the face I came to know is missin’, too. When you’re gone, the words I need to hear to always get me through the day, and make it okay. I miss you….”

At the end of the song, many customers are clapping and whistling as she walks off the stage and back to the bar.

Mira- “Pretty good Lucy, you know I just lost my Saturday singer, wanna consider the job?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes I am.”

“Hmm,” she taps her chin, “This could help me de-stress after the work week…. Mira, I’ll take it.”

“Great, you should come in by 7 so you can go over your songs with the band in the dressing room. Then you’d sing from 9 till at least 10, longer if you wish.”

“Sounds good to me.” She stands up. “I need to be going but here is my contact info.” She hands Mira her business card and leans closer whispering. “Please don’t share who I really am with anyone. Call me Lucy Ashley for now.”

Mira’s eyes widen but she holds her composure, “Sure, it’ll be your stage name. I’ll see you on Saturday. Ms. Ashley.”

“Thank you Mira.”

Lucy decides that she wants to create a new persona to go with the stage name and with the help of her friend Cancer, she dons a black wig, punk or gothic inspired clothes, and sports a darker makeup to finish the look. That Saturday she officially debuts at the Fairytail Lounge and the haunting melodies she chooses to sing along with a mix of more riveting songs quickly develops a following.

She is amused when she finally meets Gajeel’s girlfriend Levy who true to how Mira described her is the total opposite of him. Fresh faced and sweet natured, she and the blue haired girl develop a friendship when they discover a shared love of reading. On her second Saturday, Levy introduces her to a cousin of Gajeel named Rogue who while more on the quiet side, seemed nice. Levy thinks he’s developing a crush but Lucy tells her friend she has no interest in any guys right now and they leave it at that.

A couple of months later at the garage he works at, Rogue is talking about the singer at the bar he hangs out at. “You really should come with me one Saturday Natsu, she’s got an amazing voice and she’s friggin’ stunning to just look at.”

“Rogue, you keep talking about her, you keep trying to get me to go, but you know I don’t care to go out and I certainly have no interest in any women either.”

“I know you’re still pining for your first girlfriend, but man you’ve got to move on at some point.”

“No.”

“Come on, just come with me one time and if you don’t want to go back I won’t force you.”

“Are you gonna drop this anytime soon?”

“No.”

“Ugh! Fine. I’ll go once and that’s it. I could use a drink anyways.”

“Trust me, you’re gonna love it.”

That Saturday starts off as it usually does for Lucy but today she’s excited because the new outfit she ordered finally arrived. The top is a scoop neck red corset that truly flatters her figure with long black, kimono inspired sleeves. A red and black tulle ruffled skirt that is shorter in the front, about mid-thigh that tapers down to the floor in the back and 6-inch, black heeled shin boots finish off the ensemble. Cancer puts her black wig on and styles it with two spikey buns and bangs to frame the sides of her face while his makeup artist creates an alluringly dark smoky cat eye and ruby red lips to compliment her milky white skin.

Rogue and Natsu walk in and take a seat at one of the booths fronting the stage, “We gotta come early cause this place gets packed when she sings,” he tells Natsu, “and I always try to get the best spot seat.” Levy brings them their drinks and joins them for a few minutes.

Levy- “Wow, how’d Rogue manage to get you here Natsu?”

“He wouldn’t stop bugging me.”

Rogue- “You won’t be disappointed.” Natsu rolls his eyes.

Levy- “Lucy is an amazing singer, Natsu I think you’ll at least enjoy that much while Rogue here just comes to ogle at her.” she snickers

Rogue- “I come for the music too!”

Natsu- “Why didn’t you mention her name is Lucy?”

Rogue- “Does it matter?”

“That’s the name of my ex! It’s the one name I don’t want to think about.” He starts to get out of the booth.

Levy grabs his arm, “Wait! Don’t go just because of that. Come on Natsu we won’t say that name again. Just relax and here,” she pushes his drink back in front of him, “keep sipping on that, it’ll be okay.”

“Fine, but if one of you says that name again I will leave.”

Rogue- “Fair enough.”

Levy- “Yeah.” She notices the tables are really starting to fill up. “Well I gotta get to work. The band will be starting in about 30 minutes but do you guys want snacks in the mean time? We got chicken wings, fries…”

Rogue- “Nah I’m fine.”

Natsu- “No but I’ll take a double of Flashfire.”

Levy- “Sure thing.”

“There she is”, Rogue sighs as Lucy and the band sets up on stage. “She looks extra gorgeous tonight too!”

Natsu stares intensely at the woman. ‘No, it can’t be… Lucy was a blonde… but those brown eyes…’ He pushes his cousin shoulder to get his attention. “Rogue, do you know if that’s her natural hair color?”

“Huh? Oh no, she’s actually a blonde but she wears a wig when she performs.”

His voice cracks, “W-what’s her last name?!”

“Um, I think it’s Ashley. Why?” ‘That’s the name she uses to hide her identity!’ All the color leaves Natsu’s face causing alarm in Rogue. “What’s wrong Natsu, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?!”

“Th-that’s her!”

“What do mean that’s her?”

“That’s my Lucy!” He sinks into the booth debating if he should stay or run as all the emotions he had suppressed for the last 5 years explode to the surface. “Fuck!” he mutters under his breath.

Rogue puts his hand on his cousin’s shoulder, “Natsu don’t freak out. How did you two split up anyways?”

Natsu hangs his head, “Her dad didn’t approve of me so immediately after high school he shipped her to Europe for college. We lost touch after that.”

“You know Levy mentioned once that this Lucy was still in love with a guy from high school… It’s why I’ve never tried to ask her out, she said if she couldn’t have him, she’d rather stay single.” Natsu looks up at him in shock and Rogue squeezes his shoulder. “Sounds like she’s still in love with you too…”

Standing on the stage as the lights in the club dim and the spotlight focuses on her… Piano intro, she lifts the microphone to her lips…

Evanescence, ‘My Heart is Broken’

“I will wander ‘til the end of time, torn away from you….”

Silence in the room as her mournful voice reverberates through the air… Natsu closes his eyes and let’s all his anguish flow along with her.

“I pulled away to face the pain.

I close my eyes and drift away.

Over the fear that I will never find

A way to heal my soul.

And I will wander 'til the end of time

Torn away from you.

My heart is broken

Sweet sleep, my dark angel

Deliver us from sorrow’s hold

(Over my heart).

I can’t go on living this way

But I can’t go back the way I came

Chained to this fear that I will never find

A way to heal my soul

And I will wander 'til the end of time

Half alive without you

My heart is broken

Sweet sleep, my dark angel

Deliver us

Change - open your eyes to the light

I denied it all so long, oh so long

Say goodbye, goodbye

My heart is broken

Release me, I can’t hold on

Deliver us from sorrow’s hold.”

As loud clapping fills the room, Levy hands Lucy a glass of water to refresh her throat. “Damn girl that gave me chills, the pain you channeled into the song, where does it come from?”

“Oh, it’s because of h…”

“Lucy?”

Her head turns towards the familiar voice, “Oh My God!” Her eyes widening as her hands fly up to her mouth. “Natsu?!” She rushes off the stage and jumps into his arms gripping to him with all the strength she could muster.

“Lucy!” tears flow as he tightens his grip around her body. “It’s really you…”

“Na-Natsu…” She buries her head in his chest and cries.

Rogue joins Levy next to the stage as they all smile at the scene unfolding. “So that’s the girl he’s been pining for all these years,” Gajeel snorts, “At least I won’t have to hear him whine any more. Levy slaps her boyfriend. “So, is she gonna finish the set or should we cancel?”

Levy slaps him again, “Can you be a little more supportive of your cousin!”

Finally, after several minutes Lucy releases her tight hold and Natsu wipes away some of the tears that are still trickling down her face. She sniffles, “I’ll need to go clean up my face,” she chuckles a little, “down side of makeup.” more sniffles.

His emerald green eyes soften, “I can’t believe you’re really in my arms Luce.”

“You called me Luce.” Her face lights up

He smiles, “It’s what I always call you,”

Tears build again, “I know, I really missed it…”

Mira walks up, “Um just wanted to check if you wanna take a break… or cancel for tonight?”

Lucy- “Oh! I’m sorry Mira. Um,” she looks at Natsu who motions with his eyes to the stage and smiles. “Let me take a short break and clean up but I’ll finish the set.”

Mira smiles, “Of course.” “Gajeel, you guys play some instrumental for the time being.”

Lucy turns back to Natsu, “I need to…”

“Go ahead, I’ll be watching you right from that booth,” he points. “I loved when you used to sing to me.” He grins

“You still remember?”

“Of course I do.”

“I think, I still remember the one…” She whispers in his ear before turning to go freshen up, but stops. “Natsu?”

“Yeah?” he turns back to her.

She grabs his face and kisses him roughly on the lips. Sigh, “Damn I’ve missed that too!” she grins at his goofy expression. “See you after the set.”

“I love you Lucy.” He calls out as she heads to the dressing room

Turning to blow him a kiss, “I love you too Natsu!”

Natsu settles back into the booth with a new grin on his face. “Thanks for dragging me here tonight, I owe you big time.”

“My pleasure.” Rogue smiles.

After cleaning herself up, and regrouping with the band she changes their final song… ‘Because You Loved Me’ by Celine Dion

She smiles at him and whispers ‘I love you baby’ before raising the mic to her lips. “For all those times you stood by me…” Natsu’s eyes widen ‘she remembers!’ “…for all the joy you brought to my life…” He relaxes back into his seat and closes his eyes. “For all the love I found in you…” It’s the song she sang the night they confessed their feelings… “I’m everything I am because you loved me…” He smiles…

Lucy finishes the performance, but before joining Natsu at the booth she takes off the wig and wipes off the heavy makeup.

“Aww,” Natsu teases as soon as she sits down, “I kinda liked you as a goth girl.”

“Seriously? I can go put the wig back on if you want.”

He smirks, “Maybe later.”

Rogue- “I should probably leave you two alone.”

Lucy- “Sorry Rogue…”

He waves his hand, “Don’t worry about me. I’m happy to see my cousin smile again.” and gets up to go sit by Levy and Gajeel.

Natsu puts his arm around Lucy’s shoulder and she leans on him, “Did you like the song?”

“You remembered.”

“How could I forget…” she kisses his grinning lips. “So now what do we do Natsu?”

“Well, that’s up to you Luce. I assume we still have your father to contend with.”

“Not anymore. He died of a heart attack 4 months ago.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, I know you weren’t close but he was still your father.”

She shrugs her shoulders, “I was a little sad but frankly he never treated me like a real daughter anyways.”

“But what happened to the company?”

She smiles, “You’re looking at the CEO.”

His eyes widen, “Are you being serious with me?? Then what are you doing singing in a club?”

“Even a CEO needs to have fun sometimes. I started doing this to relieve my stress.”

“Wow, so I guess I should be asking you what now?”

“Well… I have the love of my life back, I’ve got all the money we could ever need, so…” she kisses him again. “What else is there?”

“Just one thing, my little Emo Queen.”

She giggles, “And what’s that?”

“Something I’ve been waiting 5 years for…” He takes hold of her left hand and kisses it, “Wedding bells…”

#bonus day #gothic #fanfiction #submission

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venora-the-rogue · 7 years

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Eyes.

So I’m cleaning out my laptop, and I came across this little number. I think I wrote it for a NaNoWriMo competition a couple of years ago, but anyway it’s hella cheesy and follows an interesting AU regarding eye ‘colour’ and here for your enjoyment or criticism or possibly both or whatever. *

I glanced around at the faces that passed by me. Ghosts that haunt the city. Unaware of the beauty they held in their eyes. Not the concrete jungle around them, of course, but the world in that area of the beyond – you know, the one that lies just at the edge of your periphery, clutching at the corners of your eyes, wanting to be seen, to be acknowledged.

But not in this world.

No, this world was monotonous shades of black, grey and chrome, broken here and there by the white glare of “social networking”. Which was all a lie, of course. Because nothing says “social” like the urban solitude of eyes locked in battle with touchscreens. Like the windows of our souls have been chained to the bars of the windows of applications, and the chain continues to link through all the new windows opened in new tabs, as souls are slowly pulled forth and sucked into the vastness of the Ethernet to be held on display for eternity.

Does it even matter anymore that those windows, individual and personal and precious, so deeply reflect nature in all its glory?

There was a buzz in my pocket. I pulled out my phone.

Sin u fre

I sighed. Goddamn.

Are you going to ask me properly?

He’s going to hate me.

The phone buzzes.

Grr SINEAD R YOU FREE?

I chuckled.

Close enough. Where am I meeting

you?

Corner 5th n Bdwy

I pocketed the infernal device and strode out of the square.

As I walked to the corner I watched as people’s eyes stayed glued to their technology. Every now and then a pair of eyes would glance up at me as I passed, but would immediately dart away.

I let the crisp afternoon air whistle out of my nose.

People were always afraid of that which was different.

Where their eyes were (at this point in the late, rainy afternoon) a mottled grey, mine glared back with their deep, speckled black.

I pulled my hood close around my pale face, knowing my little nose and pale cheeks were flushed a soft red by now. Gah, how embarrassing.

I wove through the bustling bodies and spotted Kevin at the corner, waving at me. Got to give him credit: when he meets up with me he avoids the drag of technology. He knows how much I hate it. He stood there in his fashionably holey jeans, Docs and a flannel over a plain white t-shirt. Keeping up with modern trends, yet a little rough around the edges. His coat hung from the nook of one arm. How is he not cold?

I strode up to him, hands stuffed in the pockets of my jacket, and stretched up on my toes to lightly head-butt him, as was our friendly greeting. He chuckled, and his breath burst through those annoyingly perfect teeth in smoky white gusts. This winter was quickly becoming a cold one.

“Hey, I’ve got someone for you to meet!”

He moved aside to reveal a girl about my age, my height, whose back was to me. He tapped her on the shoulder and she spun around, having been oblivious to my approach, and I noticed the white cord of her earphones brushing against her dark neck. She saw me and quickly pulled them out of her ears with one hand, extending the other towards me.

“Hi! I’m Leena!”

I blinked at her and took her hand, trying not to notice the stark contrast between her rich skin and my ghostly own.

“Sinead. How do you know Kevin?”

“Economics 101. You?”

“Film and Visual Studies.”

She shot a glance up at Kevin. “I didn’t know you studied Film!”

He shrugged. “It was a phase.”

“Excuse me,” I shot at him, “Fine Arts are not just a phase. If I remember correctly, you enjoyed those classes. Not my fault your father made you change.”

“Yeah, remember how we don’t talk about that?”

“Whatever, man.” I returned my gaze to Leena, and for the first time really considered her eyes. Even in the cold grey of the afternoon, amidst the looming clouds and the steady shimmer of rain, her eyes remained an almost iridescent honey gold, with pink undertones.

She blinked and looked to the ground, tucking a curl behind her ear.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”

“No, it…it’s okay.” She glanced back up at me. “Yours are different too.”

I felt my cheeks flush, and cleared my throat. “So, where are we going for coffee?”

“I know a nice little café near the park,” Leena suggested. “It’s tucked away in a quiet side-street, they’re really lovely in there.”

***

The train rattled along the tracks, taking me home. We’d spent most of the evening in the café talking and laughing and sharing snacks, reminiscing in our pairs. But I’d noticed something different in the air all evening.

Kevin hadn’t brought Leena along by accident.

After we’d farewelled Leena I’d probed him about it. His enduring silence had left me with an almost sour taste in my mouth. He never kept anything from me.

I found myself unintentionally glaring at people along the train carriage. With the sun gone down and the stars beginning to pop out, everyone else’s eyes looked almost like mine now. So when they accidentally caught my gaze, nobody quickly averted their eyes.

The night was my realm.

Yet I felt far from comfort.

My mind tracked through the course of the day. Lectures, a hurried lunch from the deli as I walked to the square, then the café.

I felt like I’d barely listened to Kevin talking that afternoon. Most of my memory of the café was filled with Leena’s face. Especially those eyes…

Was she like me, then? One eye colour, one mode, trapped in that time frame, where all others shifted with the hours and the weather?

Ugh. It was beginning to bug me more than it should. I’d have to let it slide for now.

But as I went through my daily routine, dragging through the week, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Her lilting laugh echoed through the crowded caverns of my mind as I drifted through the tedious tasks of the day, her eyes glowing in the backdrop of my dreams. For my dreams are always backed by a golden sun just below the horizon.

The following weekend, sitting on the floor of my shower, the chemical smell of shampoo staining the air, warm flush staining my cheeks, I heard my phone buzz through the music that beat against the edges of the surrounding steam. I sighed heavily, heaved myself up to my feet, turned off the water, and wrapped a towel around me. I quickly dried my hands and reached for the phone.

Sinead, are you doing anything

today?

Kev, since when do you use

proper English in texting?

Actually it’s Leena.

Kevin’s in the men’s, he told

me to message you and ask

if you wanted to join us – we

were thinking about that new

indie film that’s just come out?

I’d thought about seeing that one. The reviews had only given it 3.5 stars, but I’d long ago given up on their judgement of films.

Sure thing. Text through the

cinema of choice and I’ll meet

you guys there asap.

***

We ended up going bowling instead, but made plans to get together again by the end of the month to see that film.

It was alright.

We continued like this over the course of a few months, and over several coffees we grew into a very comfortable friendship. Leena and I had found a lot in common, even down to our favourite ice-cream flavour and book genre.

Our next movie date was for another newly released indie film. It was an ‘exclusive’ early viewing. Leena knew a place. This one had only received 2.5 stars.

The film, as I’d suspected, was worth at least 4 stars. Idiot critics. We decided on a new café afterwards and discussed our own personal reviews over coffee. Kevin thought the cinematography was unique. Pssht yeah, like he’d hated Film Studies.

Leena, on the other hand, was enraptured by the soundtrack. She talked about how it had moved through the scenes with perfect grace, with crests and falls and overtures that told as much story as the characters did. I noticed that when she talked about something with this amount of passion, those golden eyes lit up something fierce. It was like staring into a sunrise, the sun just waiting to burst over the horizon.

I talked about the performances, having found them both moving and stoic enough in the right moments to be realistic and relatable. After a while I noticed Leena was watching me with the same interest as I had when she’d spoken.

When she’d gotten up to go to the ladies, I turned on Kevin.

“What gives?” I whispered.

“You like her? I knew you’d get along.”

“Dude, she’s…I don’t know, she’s…”

“She finds you very interesting too. She wouldn’t stop talking about you at lunch. She was the one who insisted on you joining us today.”

“I mean she seems nice, and pretty cool, but—”

“Sin. Really. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“Dude…”

“You’re more alike than you think.”

“Oh, I know how alike we are.” My thoughts turned again to those eyes. “What’s with—”

“The burning sunset in her eyes? Dunno. Pretty cool, huh?”

I glared at him. “As ‘pretty cool’ as my freakishly dark ones?”

He shrugged. “So your eyes are stuck in eternal night. So what?”

I shook my head. There was no reasoning with this boy.

Leena hurried back and pulled her phone out of her bag as she recounted how strange the ladies room was in this café, marvelling at the range of fancy, organic soaps.

But as she checked her phone, her face immediately fell.

“Oh god, I…I’m so sorry, I have to go.”

My throat tightened. “What is it? What’s happened?”

“I can’t, I…I just…” she quickly gathered her things, pulling on her coat haphazardly. “…I’m sorry…” She rushed out of the café, leaving Kevin and I staring curiously at the door, completely befuddled.

All the way home I tried messaging her.

Hey. Is everything okay?

Do you want to talk about

it?

It’s okay if you don’t want

to talk about it. But we’re

here for you. Kev and I. You

know…if you need us.

I compulsively checked my phone the whole train ride home, but it remained as silent as the carriage for all its barren conversation.

***

It was 3am before I heard back from Leena. I’d slept restlessly, my stomach churning, and had woken up at a quarter to three. Propped up in bed, re-reading a book whose cover had worn away years ago, I heard my phone buzz against the table. Never before had my hand lashed out to grab it so fast.

I need help.

My heart stopped for a second. Shit, don’t panic…

Okay…what do you need?

It was a good ten minutes before she responded.

I don’t know…oh

god, I don’t know…

Where are you?

Princess Memorial

Hospital.

My heart jolted again. My fingers were a blur as I replied.

I’ll be there asap. I’m bringing

ice-cream. You like strawberry,

right?

I don’t think they’ll let

you bring food in.

I really don’t give a damn. I’m

bringing it. Also books. Got a great

one I think you should read.

Without waiting for her to reply I jumped out of bed, hurriedly pulled on some sweatpants and a jacket, stuffed the necessities into my bag, messily pulled my fair hair into some sort of bun, and rushed out the door.

I got to the hospital within the half hour, nervously waiting in the empty foyer for the elevator as Leena gave me the room number. I was losing patience, contemplating taking the stairs, when it arrived with a –ding!-.

I rushed in before the nurse at the front desk got back, before she could tell me the usual ‘no visitors allowed after hours’.

The doors opened onto the third floor and I stuck my head out, checking that the coast was clear. I quietly dashed out and down the hall to the right, checking the numbers. 15…16…17…

I reached 18 and stopped, hesitating.

Taking in a deep breath, I lightly tapped on the door, and it swung ajar.

Peeking in, I spotted Leena in the corner, dark circles under her puffy eyes, her sunset gaze staring into nothingness.

I sidled in quietly, closing the door with a –click!- behind me. She blinked and turned those eyes on me.

Oh god…the pain in that gaze was almost unbearable. My heart lurched against my ribcage, and I walked slowly, quietly, further into the room.

In the bed across from Leena’s chair was a middle-aged woman, unconscious, sunken-eyed, hollow-cheeked, and wired up to all manner of contraptions that gathered around her bedside like mechanical vultures to prey.

I glanced back over at Leena, who was staring at the woman again. She tried to take in a deep shuddering breath, got about halfway there, and then broke down. I dropped the bag I was carrying and moved over to her, kneeling before her, resting a hand on her arm.

“Leena…what do you need?”

Her eyes swam, a river of tears cascading down her full, speckled cheeks as she shook her head. “I don’t…I don’t know…”

I watched her pull her legs up to her chest, drawing in her arms, and realised that internally she was slowly imploding.

I perched myself on the arm of the chair and wrapped her up in my embrace, resting her head on my chest. We stayed like that for ages, as I just let her cry it out.

While I gently stroked her tight, messy curls, I did the math.

The woman in the bed: probably her mother. The situation: some kind of cancer, judging by how little of her was left. The circumstances: life support. She was practically on death’s door.

When Leena had calmed down some, I picked up the bag and produced the tub of ice-cream and two spoons. I sat myself on the floor in front of her, resting against her legs, quietly providing the comfort of presence, and passed back one of my old, tattered books.

We waited out the early hours of the morning in reverent silence.

***

The next day I finally plucked up the courage to ask her about it.

“So…what is it?”

“Lung cancer.” Ouch. “She wasn’t even a smoker, she was always super healthy. I guess some people are just…” she trailed off, then blinked. “Anyway, her body hasn’t been able to fight it well enough.”

“Has it spread anywhere else yet?”

“No. But lungs are delicate things.”

I hesitated, trying to find the right words. “Both lungs? Or just one?”

“Just the one. But it hit her hard. The life support is mostly to pump oxygen into her, since her lungs aren’t doing a good enough job of it. The good one is struggling on its own.”

“Has nobody stepped forward as a donor?”

“I have. Otherwise the waiting list is a mile long. But they won’t do a full lung transplant from a living donor.”

“Right.” I thought at length about it, then pulled out my retched device to message Kevin.

Come to PMH. Asap.

Bring your portable

wifi.

***

As Kevin consoled Leena, I stepped out into the corridor. Having taken full advantage of his wifi, I was in the process of looking up medical advice when a specialist approached the room.

“Ma’am, are you here visiting the patient in Room 18?”

“Kind of. Hey, what are the chances of a lung transplant from a living donor?”

He sighed with resignation. “I have spoken to Miss Leena about this. We’d need a second living donor volunteer for there to be any hope of a successful transplant.”

“Blood type?”

“Uh…I’m not exactly authorised to share—”

“Sir, I really need to you understand the gravity of this situation.”

He hesitated, then checked his notes. “B positive.”

I nodded, thoughtful. It was decided.

“Doctor, I’m wondering if you could help me.”

***

As the doctor spoke to Leena, I pulled Kevin out into the corridor.

“Kev, I need you to cover for me. Look after Leena post-surgery, okay?”

“What surgery, what—” something changed in his blue-sky eyes. “Sin…”

“Dude, this is a really important favour.”

He scratched the back of his head. “How the hell am I supposed to look after two people at once?”

“Do I have your word?”

“…ugh, fine.” We butted heads lightly, and I patted him on the shoulder. The doctor was done speaking with Leena, so I popped in my head.

“I need to run some errands. Finish off the ice-cream, and get through as much of that book as you can. Trust me, you’ll love the ending. I’ll see you later, okay?” Before she could answer, I was gone.

*****

I woke up slowly, the anaesthesia doing its utmost to drag me back under. My eyes wouldn’t open, and my throat felt dry.

“Mm…”

I felt a hand on mine. A little rough around the edges.

“Sin, how are you feeling?” Kevin’s voice was low, quiet.

I tried speaking again. “Lee…”

“You two are a pair of crazy ladies, you know that?” He chuckled quietly. “She pulled through nicely. They’re transplanting the lung segments now.”

I sort of nodded, as best I could in my condition. I could feel myself drifting back into sleep.

“It’s okay, Sin. I’ll be here.”

“Look…”

“Yeah. I’ll look after her. I know.”

***

The mid-afternoon sunlight shot through the blinds, searing through my eyelids, turning my waking vision into a sea of red.

I pulled up a weary hand to shield my stinging eyes, and felt a shadow fall over me. I took the opportunity to blink my eyes open.

Kevin was standing by me.

“Afternoon, Sleeping Beauty.” I responded by poking my tongue out, and he laughed quietly, his eyes blazing the bright gold of mid-afternoon. “Feel any better?”

I licked my lips, desperate for moisture. “More awake.”

“Good, because there’s someone on your other side who has a bone to pick with you.”

Even in my groggy state I felt my heart shudder, and as I turned my head I was met by that searing golden gaze.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Leena croaked, propped up in the bed next to mine.

“Same thing you were.” I swallowed hard. What’s a girl got to do to get a drink of water around here?

“You could have…” she trailed off, and I suddenly felt my stomach drop. Oh man, I didn’t even think…

“Leena’s mom came out alright too.” Kevin moved around and pulled up a seat between us, at the foot of our beds. “She’s still on life support for now, while her new lung material figures out what to do, but the doc reckons she’ll start a good recovery soon.”

I sighed with relief, and turned back to Leena. She was still glaring at me.

“What?”

“Did you even stop to think—”

“No, actually, I didn’t.” I let my gaze drop to the floor. “I didn’t think. Sorry.” I sighed. “I just wanted to help. Seeing you like that…”

“Like what?”

I looked back up at her. “It wasn’t just killing her. It was killing you.” She held my gaze, unblinking, processing. “You just didn’t know it yet.” I couldn’t tear myself away from that gaze. “I couldn’t bear to see you like that. So I did what I could.”

She was quiet for a long time.

“How will I ever make it up to you?” she asked, almost a whisper.

“Leena, seriously, you don’t have to—”

“Sinead.” Her eyes were intense. “How can I make it up to you?”

“Well, you could take her out to dinner.” Kevin’s voice cut in, booming in comparison to our near-whispers.

“Kev!”

“She likes Mediterranean.”

“KEVIN!”

“Done.” I shot my glance back to Leena, who was nodding, her concentration face on.

“Leena…”

“No, this is perfect.” I saw the ghost of a smile touch the corner of her lips. “It’s a great idea.” She looked up, letting that smile gently spread. “I know a place.”

“Of course you do.” I sighed with exasperation. “Fine. Okay. But the next meal I’m buying.”

“Oh shut up, we’ll split the next one.”

“Depends how good this place is. If it’s really as amazing as I know you’re about to suggest—”

“You’ll love it, it’s…” she stopped, catching up to my comment, and a small laugh escaped her. I joined her momentarily, until we both had to gasp for breath. Our lungs were still healing, after all.

“So…”

“Yeah…so…”

“Oh for god’s sake, get a room,” Kevin sighed loudly.

“You’re in it,” I shot back, and as he hauled himself out of the chair he laughed.

“Alright, alright. I’m going to go feed the first floor vending machine all my precious small change to get a downsized can of soda. You gals want anything?”

I glanced back at Leena, and we both smiled. “Nah, we’re good.”

He shrugged, striding out, leaving the two of us to settle into a comfortable silence, her lost in the constant midnight of my gaze, and I knew that I’d follow the burning sunrise in her eyes to the end of my days.

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[MF] Watching Looney Toons

At first, there is only the breaking of stillness in my periphery, a blur felt or sensed and yet, when turned upon, unseen. I stare at the spot then back to the TV. Little flicky things in the brain, sometimes they misfire.

But then there it is, crawling about the screen, a black speck illuminated by the waves, the rads, and I think why is there a cockroach in Looney Tunes?

It scurries from lower corner to top middle before slipping around the bend and descending into the unknowable--a whir at the end of consciousness and nothing more. I sit, bong in lap, eyes on screen, pretending to see nothing.

See the room: strewn about the floor are a number articles: three beer cans, an empty smoothie cup, a bottle cap, clothes out the wazoo, cigarette ash, marijuana ash, a tissue, a tissue coated in blood. There is no bed, only a couch. The walls wear stains of substances unknown

Yes, the room called for adjustment, but day approaches and fades and it always happens quite slowly, always drags and teeters and bores, always provides time for cleaning, later, but before the going begins the night takes shift and everything that could happen doesn’t, or didn’t, and you, or me, is left watching the sun sink below the window, having not shared its waves nor rads that day and perhaps the day before.

Day says Get up, clean your room, and I stare at screens, pretending to see nothing.

Exterminator says no water. Place stays bone dry, roaches feed off water. Says totally necessary, no still water, no liquids of any sort, matter of fact. Cannot be done. He scowls and cracks his neck and exhales hard as he walks out of the room. Says Jees’ Christ.

I divert eyes from screen to smoothie cup; consider bending over, grabbing cup, bringing it to trash can; consider giving shape to day, giving definition to time, giving them hard edges like the storm off a remote coast.

I stare at the cup and look away. Light falls from the window, slicing downward to the floor, fading till tomorrow. Day has run its course.

Time to watch Looney Tunes, to wait till morning, to think whimsically about the opportunity which would present itself upon the sun’s ascent, to wind down after a day long endured.

Tomorrow will be acted upon, yes. This I promised myself was true. I will pick up the smoothie cup, I will walk it to the can, I will open the lid, I will drop the cup inside. I think perhaps I will throw out the beer cans as well but reason this to be unrealistic; the exterminator says don’t do this. Says, stay in your lane, do the little things of which you know yourself capable. This is good for the mind, he says, good for the spirit.

I obey the commands of the dark, watching Looney Tunes, cross-legged, bong in lap. I unwind. I load the bowl for maybe the twenty-fifth time that day.

It would be my last for a while. The final sack. Finish the weed, give the bong away, say ah, tolerance break, you know the drill. Say, action looms out of reach when the pot is available. Say, tomorrow will come and I will wake with energy. Say, energy will be there, yes, and I will dispose of the cup.

A cockroach scrambles up the wall, out from behind the TV, and I light the bowl, sort of half-glancing its way. Think, weed has to be smoked tonight, has to be finished, every milligram. The bug situation won’t improve until weed is charred black and silver.

Looney Tunes ends and I’m left without distraction. Flashing across the screen comes a program bright and animated and altogether unrecognizable. All I see are the blues and reds and greens of the pixels firing as my eyes glaze over in exhaustion.

Click--Click. Click

I return to the reds, the greens. Watch for an hour, smoking, before remembering that nothing is on.

Click.

T.V. goes off. A joint remains, a throbbing develops in the throat. I feel the palpitations or maybe I hear them. I look around the entire room to see it all—the books unread, the puzzles not started—for the first time today, although it is day no longer for the clock has ticked into tomorrow. I look out the window where a soft light has surfaced to see a tree that I had not known existed.

How to Fix It sits on my dresser, a book on maths by the Hungarian professor George Ploya. Maybe it could teach me, but not today. Instead I will wait for the necessary hush to arrive, that which can only be provided by a clean room. I will wait until tomorrow.

Click.

HBO showing Jaws for the second time this month. Think, why not; with the joint nearly finished and my eyes feeling heavy and bored, what else was left to do? I inhale until the smoke of paper is in my lungs. I roll over across the bed--TV sounding, sheets smelling of ketchup and sweat--and doze off to the sounds of water thrashing and people screaming.

Dreams take mornings to wake from, but sometimes even mornings don’t do the trick. The tomorrow of promise and opportunity was half over before I brushed my teeth.

See the clock, see the little hand breaking two. The energy had not arrived, no, but I had promised myself that yesterday was not to be repeated.

Without turning off the television, a sock over just one foot, I walk into the living room.

Why am I in the living room?

Answers obscure themselves so I stare into the wall, absently, waiting for the distance between me and it to shrink.

The invitation of the day hums in my ears. Says, put cup in trash. Cup still not in trash, you’re up, cup’s in room. On the floor, not in trash. Says, do it now, man, quick work.

This is what she tells me: I will walk into the bedroom, I will approach the television, I will press the big button, I will watch the screen flash white before going black, I will watch the pixels squirm and I will listen to the machine simmer--then I will resume my life.

But to the day I say, Piss off. I make coffee first. Activate the senses. Then watch the screen crackle and settle into dim static buzz.

That’s all, folks.

I walk into the bedroom and look at the bed before approaching the television. With the touching of the button the screen collapses into itself, and, for the first time that week, I hear the radiator’s soft, lowly hum.

I sit on the bed, my hands running over the naked, oily skin of the mattress, wondering what had caused the days to pass like hours, and then those hours to minutes; wondering why the sickness of the room hadn’t seemed so sick before; wondering why, even now, I was ignoring the pleas of sanity.

Then I listened, I suppose, to that thing from within that causes the body to move. That libidinal shove. And then I’m up, legs churning, cup in hand--I walk into the living room, I press my foot against the pedal of the steel can, I watch the top jut upward ninety degrees, I drop the cup inside and see it disappear under a large, mostly unused wad of paper towels.

And then nothing had changed at all.

I retreat to my room. Rays bleed through the windows. I see the book and think: later, for the fatigue of the night had returned, and rest was in demand. Without it I was sure to limp through the day, a shell of whatever I was.

Click.

Looney Tunes on. Just an episode, I think. Then I start my day. Yes. But first I make a bowl of cereal. I watch the episode, and then another, and then for good measure a third. I look at How to Solve It and then back to the screen. Little hand hits the six. I ignore a roach that rests on a wall; I watch a seventh episode. Dealer replies, Where you at? I watch the show and shake the sleep from my eyes until the light is no more.

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