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spiltscribbles · 3 years
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Miss you and your marvelous writing!!!! Just a prompt if you’re up to it 😊 exes wolfstar staying friends but sirius gets into a new relationship and he brings his new boo to somewhere he took remus and remus gets sad 😭 but they get back together eventually
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“He can just be so… So” James pauses right then, takes off his cap with the hand that’s still clutching his baseball bat, and ruffles his hair with the other.
“Un-opinionated,” Remus offers half heartedly as they turn the block to the small coffee shop nearest school, both of them freshly showered after the required morning workouts for Tuesday and Thursdays. It’s the first semester in which Remus has actually joined in on the seven minute track, considering the fact that even despite their crazy contradictory schedules with all the sports and extra curriculars they each had, Sirius always made it a point to buy their ice coffees and drop it off to Remus, sometimes leaving them a quarter of an hour late for first period, or as just a quick drop and dash if one of them had an exam. 
It was sweet, considerate. It was Sirius showing how much he cared because he’s never been one for words, even if he would frequently print off the little texts Remus would send him about how Sirius made him feel, and hang it up on the wall besides his bed, along with photos of them and Remus by himself and a few of their other friends too.
But yeah… None of that is really a thing anymore, not the coffees or the texts or the promises of being one another’s always. Not after calling it quits in early January because they knew by August they’d be working with thousands of miles between them and a three hour difference on top of that. It just wouldn’t have been feasible in the long run, and sure— Remus was the one to broach the topic and he knows that Sirius was hesitant about the logical side of it, but sometimes Remus wishes Sirius had fought harder, had argued louder, had wanted Remus more. But that’s a ridiculous expectation, and he had only admitted as much to Lily. And at the end of the day, it was the right choice, because it’s only early May now, and Remus can’t imagine how sick he’ll feel once catching his flight to Berkeley, and they’re steadfastly back in the best friends category of things. He can’t fathom how it would’ve been if they spent all these months and the ones after being together in all those intimate ways, knowing that they’ll be so far apart soon enough.
It was the right decision for the both of them and their friendship.
“Yeah, sure. Let’s go with that,” James says, bringing Remus out of his gloomy contemplations while opening the glass door to Three Broomsticks, sporting a thin smile that he always has on when he’s trying to be kind even when he’s irritated as all get out. 
Remus snorts at him, elbow checking his side as he walks past. “Well he’s sharing that dorm with you and Sirius in New Haven, so I guess you’ve got that to look forwards to.”
James’s face pulls into a grimace and their typical barista nods their way, already receiving their orders through the app and sparing them having to wait in the queue. “Maybe Pete’ll grow his own personality in university, yeah?”
“Sure Prongsie,” Remus says, noncommittal as he checks his phone and lies against the windowpane, already exhausted by the morning. “And if he doesn’t, I’m sure Sirius is about to blow his lid any day now.”
“It’s going to be funny as fuck, and you won’t even be there to see the debris,” James counters, sounding pleasant enough even though Remus knows that he’s nearly as pissed off as Sirius is about the decision for him to go back to his home state for undergrad. 
“You’ll send pictures though.”
“Of course Moony my old friend,” James jokes, tossing him a wink as they straighten once spotting their coffees being rung up. But as Remus takes a step forwards, he notices that a familiarly tan pair of hands are reaching for them, and when Remus looks up he feels like an idiot for not noticing him sooner. Because there Sirius is, dashing as ever in their school’s maroon blazer and tan pants, and his hair is windblown and shining as it falls midway of the nape of his neck. But Remus doesn’t really have the chance to appreciate just how damn good looking his ex-boyfriend is, rather, he’s more distracted by how Sirius doesn’t even notice him or James as he pivots around and hands over the second cup to a beaming Gideon Prewett. Their heads incline while they exchange a few words that are absolutely impossible to pick up in the crowded cafe before they bump their shoulders together and walk out the opposite door.
And it feels like nothing else watching that exchange— like their was a hammer and pick chipping away at his stupid, weeping heart.
“I think they’re just doing a project together,” James says lowly in Remus’s ear, clapping him on the back in reassurance, and Remus loves him, but he’s not in the mood for false platitudes, feels like there is a ugly, burning fire festering deep in his stomach and making Remus want to hurl all over the wooden floors.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” he replies instead, mild as he discretely picks up his phone again and opens up to the last conversation he had this morning.
R: need intel 
L: Say more sexy things to me, lover 
R: sirius and Gideon
R: what’s going on there
L: I’ll take a look, dw
Buoyed by Lily’s scary levels of detective skills, Remus returns his phone to his satchel and signals James to follow him to pick up their actual drinks. “C’mon, Flitwick hates it when we’re late.”
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“Do you want the good news first, or the bad.” Lily asks Remus later that morning during their shared free period, dropping her bag on the tabletop that they typically commandeer towards the back of Hogwarts’s library, nearest the windows and tucked away by the shelves.
“Is there actually any good news? Or are you just saying that to make me feel better.” Remus asks, single brow cocked as he shuts his history book and tosses it to the side.
“Well your hair looks especially nice today,” she offers with a small smile, sitting besides him and ruffling his curls.
“Thanks, I suppose. But I’d rather just get to it. And don’t sigh at me like that! All long suffering and all.”
Rolling her eyes, Lily gathers her hair into a high pony before turning to Remus fully. “You’re my best friend, I love you more than just about anyone. You know that, right?” Lily asks him, stiff stance relaxing when he nods in turn. “Then understand that I’m saying this from a place of love, but you don’t get to be mad at him, okay. You’re the one who called it off Re, you’re the one who wanted you guys to go back to being friends to avoid that messiness in August. And you know I respect the decision, but also it wasn’t the only one to be had. I mean look at James and I—“
“You’re going to Columbia Lils,” Remus bristles, hates how defensive he’s getting all of a sudden. “That train ride is like two hours and some change at the very most. It’s not the same.”
“You guys could’ve made it work,” she insists, green eyes blazing in the dim light. “He’s crazy about you, and you’re in love with him— Like ass backwards in love. You can’t just cut that off like it’s nothing, damn it, Remus.”
He can feel his own ears reddening and Remus hates it, hates how today had started off so innocuous and now it’s an absolute shit show. Remus hates that Lily is always correct about everything, and hates how Sirius probably is regretting telling Remus he still fully intends to ask him out to prom, and hates how much he loves him— how whenever he looks at Sirius it’s just a deluge of wanting and adoring and regretting and needing to feel his lips against Sirius’s own again like a drug, how he’ll never forget how he tasted like coffee beans and cigarette smoke and the strawberries he ate every morning besides his breakfast. Remus hates it all and he can’t figure out how not to feel like suddenly everything is slipping out of his hands like sand drifting through his fingers.
“He’s probably not that crazy over me anymore considering he’s getting Gideon Prewett coffees now, so maybe it’s the right decision after all.” Is what Remus decides to tell Lily instead of that whirlwind of clashing feelings.
“Oh Christ,” Lily huffs, dropping her head back like she’s asking for strength from the heavens above. “Look, Dorcas tells me that they’ve only been out twice. And Marlene says that it’s nothing intense. Just a movie and then he went to go watch his nephew’s little league game.”
“Oh,” Remus intones, because, no. No he will not start crying like this is some fucking Nicholas Sparks novel, and he’s the wayward lead making all the worst decisions. He’s not going to cry damn it!
He is not a bird, and this is suppose to be happening, and none of this has any real consequence at the end of the day. He and Sirius broke up, and Sirius can go out with whoever he pleases— even if it’s good looking, ginger athletes.
Remus is fine.
“Remus,” Lily gently consoles, lacing her fingers into his own that’s resting on his lap, and squeezing for good measure. “Benjy told Mary, who told me during Calc that Gideon doesn’t expect anything. Sirius told him he’s not looking for anything long term.”
“That’s dumb,” Remus retorts, trying to hold everything in so that Lily doesn’t give him that concerned, doe eyed face of hers, like when he’s spent a week living off of protein bars and double shot espressos preparing for finals. “Gideon’s great, and there on the soccer team together, they would be perfect.”
“Remus, stop.”
“And he’s going to Dartmouth, so he’ll be super close for like weekend excursions and all of that.”
“Remus!”
“The more I think about it, Lils, the more it makes sense. They just fit.”
“Sure, those are all nice attributes,” Lily says, peering up at him disappointedly. “But he’s not you.”
Like a legion of angels singing in the distance, the bell begins to shrill for next period and Remus is spared from giving that statement any mind.
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He spends the rest of the week acting as if he hadn’t even seen Sirius that morning whenever around him, and internally analyzing each and every exchange between them, and comparing to them to when he sees Sirius chatting with Gideon. And it’s not fun to say the least. It’s like a flashback to when he was trying to hide his crush on Sirius back in Freshman and most of sophomore year, but somehow worse. It’s worse because Remus had him, had Sirius in all the ways someone could ever want an other. He had Sirius’s languid morning kisses, and Sirius’s bark like laughter. Remus had Sirius being nervous the first time Lyall came for his typical Christmas visit, and Sirius had to try and impress him along with Remus’s mom as more than just the friend he hung around with at school. Remus had Sirius’s gruff voice when they were in bed and getting tangled into one another, and Sirius’s dopey looks in the middle of class when he’d be gazing over at Remus instead of the board. And if Remus is being honest, he knows he still has all those things, but it’s suddenly and searingly clear that some time— sooner rather than later— they’ll all leave, abruptly disappearing and shattering Remus’s world in their wake. Because eventually all of those different facets of Sirius’s won’t be Remus’s anymore— they’ll be Gideon’s or some other boy he meets in New Haven. And Remus can’t even be upset at it, he doesn’t have a claim to any of Sirius anymore, doesn’t get to call any part of him his.
And it’s probably the worst Remus has felt since that first night after their break up, because he’s eating every moment he has with Sirius like he’s famished and Sirius is the last meal he’ll ever know. He wants to memorize every part of him before he can’t have any of it. He wants to unravel every layer of Sirius, and kiss it for the final time, and it’s like saying goodbye a thousand times over, strangling his heart and splintering something desperate deep inside of him.
Like now.
It’s edging on midnight, and they drove up to the lake front near their suburb, with Sirius lying with his head on Remus’s lap and his long, muscled body lying against the tattered blanket beneath them. And his eyes are fluttered shut while the speaker they brought croons out the indie playlist they like most from Spotify.
And Remus can’t help but feel like this is one of their last nights like this, alone and quiet and together without any other specter of some other partner. So he watches him, watches the moonlight pacing over his nose and the high bones of his cheeks and across Sirius’s eyelids too. Remus watches his ink  like lashes kissing his skin, and wants to touch the divot of his cupids bow like so many times before while his other hand cards through Sirius’s hair. 
And Remus lets himself want Sirius and wonders if he’ll ever stop wanting, craving, loving him.
“I can hear you thinking Moons,” Sirius says, fluttering his eyes open and crunching up before Remus can even respond. “What’s going on?”
“Huh? What do you mean? I’m fine.” Remus all but sputters, folding his knees against his chest and wrapping his arms around them, feeling somehow vulnerable in blistering ways. “Nothing is going on.”
“Pff,” Sirius gives him a pointed look, settles down so that they’re side by side and tries to get Remus to look at him head on. “You’ve been strange all week, Moony.” 
“That’s not—“
“And then tonight, you didn’t even tease your ma when she was telling us about that patient who puked all over her shoes.”
“Just tired is all.”
“But had enough energy to smoke half the joint I brought.” Sirius says with a snort, looking frustrated again when Remus didn’t even flinch a smile at the counter. “Remus, talk to me.”
“It’s fine Sirius,” Remus sighs, suddenly remembers how exhausting all their arguments were in the past. How Sirius tries getting him to speak everything in his mind, as if Remus could even put them into words. 
“Okay, then tell me why you rejected my offer to go to that Frank Ocean concert. You’re obsessed with him.”
“’S in July,” Remus reminds him lightly, focusses on the way they can see the North star glimmering against the horizon instead.
“And, so?” Sirius asks, sounding more than a bit scathing. “You’re not leaving for another month after that, you trying to cut me off completely by the summer or something?”
“Don’t be an idiot.”
“Don’t be condescending.”
“Sirius, just leave well enough alone. Holy shit.”
“I can leave it alone if you can actually tell me what the fuck is going on with you,” Sirius snaps, standing up now, probably because he always likes using his height advantage on most people whenever he gets all pissy.
“You can be such a prick sometimes, you know that?” Remus snarls at him, following suit and dipping his head back just slightly so that they’re eye to eye. “Not everything is on your schedule, you know that.”
“My schedule!” Sirius’s brows jump to his hairline, and he breaks into that manic laughter that springs up only when he’s so angry he can’t put his thoughts together. “I’m trying to do as much shit with you as possible before you leave, because for some stupid fucking reason I’m going to miss you when your across the fucking country! But yeah, whatever. If you’re actually just sick of me and my presence or what the fuck else, you can just—“
“I would’ve assumed you wanted to go with Gideon,” Remus blurts out, simply unable to hold it back any more, unable to pretend like he’s not suffering a thousand fresh paper cuts every time he even glances Sirius’s way these days. He can’t do this, can’t pretend to just be friends when they were— when they are— so much more than that. “To the concert I mean. I just assumed—“
“No,” Sirius says, seething as he storms up to Remus— close enough that the tips of their noses brush up against each other. 
“No? Excuse me?”
“No Remus you don’t get to do this!” Sirius repeats, voice going frayed at the edges as their glances level. “You don’t get to pretend as if I want anyone more than I want— than I’ve always wanted you. And you don’t get to float around for the rest of your life pretending as if this’ll ever change for me. As if you can’t hit me up in fifteen years when I’m married with kids, and ask to get back together, and think  that I wouldn’t drop it all for you.”
Remus’s heart begins to thud, loud and painful against his ribcage, and his lungs feel like they might collapse the instant Remus let’s the tears swimming in his eyes sprinkle out. “Sirius, I ca—“
“I’ve been in love with you since before we were suppose to mean what that meant, damn it, Remus! And you’re the one who called it off!”
“It was the right decision.” Remus croaks out, plunging his hands into his hoodie’s pockets, doesn’t want Sirius to see the way they’re shaking.
“”For you. The right decision for you.” Sirius presses, his gray eyes dark underneath the stars. “And you know I’d do anything you wanted of me, but you don’t get to be mad at the ways I cope. And you sure as fuck don’t get to be jealous of fucking Gideon Prewett, as if he can hold a match to you.”
“Oh.” Is all Remus can gather to say, peering back down at his shoes and pressing together his lips, feels the most lost he ever has while around Sirius. “I love you too, you know that. You know I love you so much that it hurts sometimes— That was never the problem.”
Sirius makes a strangled sound deep in his throat, and the next second, Remus can’t feel the warmth of his body besides him because Sirius is darting over to the cusp of the lake and kicking at a rock. “Fuck, Remus. You can’t just say that, all right! You can’t because none of this is fair, or okay. And I fucking hate it and I hate this and—“
“Maybe we can try,” Remus says, quiet but unshaken. And he watches as Sirius slowly turns back around, face scrunched up in utter confusion, but eyes glittering with something like hope. “I love you Sirius, and you love me. And Lily’s right, fucking hell she’s so right. I can’t just turn it off, okay. I’ve tried and I’ve tried, but I can’t. I can’t be around you and not want every part of you. But I also can’t let myself stay away from you. So let’s try, and it’s probably a stupid difficult decision, and we’re going to be frustrated and we’re going to miss one another but I know there’s going to be no one I want more and I think you migh— Oof.”
Remus can’t continue rattling off any of the reasons why they should get back together, because Sirius is somehow magically popping up in front of him— his large hands cupping against Remus’s jawline and his thin lips crashing against him, and Remus can only wrap his arms around Sirius’s torso and give him back all he’s pushing forwards.
And it might’ve been a minute or an hour that past, but Sirius is pulling back with a face that looks lighter in ways Remus hasn’t seen on him since the breakup all those months ago. “I’d literally agree to anything if it means we can stay together, Moony. Absolutely anything.”
Remus feels the strain against the apples of his cheeks as he beams at him at the sound of the oath. “Yeah, me too Padfoot. Always and forever, it’s you.”
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My Other Wolfstar FIC💜
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eirikaanemo · 3 years
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My Celebrity Childhood Friend
Warnings: minor character death, sad feels
Venti x GN!Reader
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Many years ago, when you were eight years old, you had two very close friends. Their names were Venti and Himmel. The three of you did everything together. You were very close. All of you thought your friendship would be forever and that you would always be close. But, unfortunately, that's not what happened.
One day you and Venti received the news that Himmel had passed away. It was really difficult for both of you to accept the reality of his death, grieve, and move on with your lives. In the end, you couldn’t even help each other. Spending time together only reminded you of how Himmel wasn’t there anymore.
Eventually Venti just couldn’t take it anymore. So his family moved out. Losing Himmel had hurt, but losing Venti too reopened the almost healing wound in your heart. He didn’t even say goodbye because he thought he’d chicken out if he did. And so there you were, friendless, hurt, and feeling very, very alone.
Your only solace was in practicing the piano. The three of you had all been learning instruments and playing together before. The idea was to become a band of sorts together and play music professionally. Himmel played violin, Venti played guitar, and you played piano. Playing the piano was all you had left of them, so you continued playing and practicing it.
Years pass and you move on as much as you can. You make new friends and try new things. Piano is still important to you but you do new things now too. But even with all of this, there’s a part of you that left with Venti and Himmel. The hurt in your heart is no longer a gaping wound. Yet the pain has never truly gone away.
Then one day you hear a familiar voice on the radio. That voice and guitar combo sounded very familiar. It was a good song and you enjoyed listening to it, but you just couldn’t get the feeling of familiarity out of your mind. However, once the radio host introduced the song, you immediately understood. “And that was Soaring Bird by The Bard. Venti really did himself proud on this one…,” they continued, but you were no longer listening.
Venti was on the radio! What could this mean? You hurriedly took out your phone and ran a search. There he was, Venti, also known as The Bard, is a singer/songwriter who rose to fame after a stint on a television talent show a couple months ago. Well, what do you know? Your childhood friend has followed your childhood dream.
Part of you feels left behind, but you accepted that had happened years ago. So instead you decided to be supportive! Suddenly you have a new favorite singer and you just have to have all his albums. Physical copies, so you can display them. Your bedroom walls are covered with posters.
You now have more The Bard themed t-shirts than you have regular shirts. There’s a concert of his you can go to? You’re there. You promote him with everyone you know. If you hadn’t converted your friends to the truth of Venti supremacy they probably would have gotten sick of your antics by now. Instead they’re almost as invested as you are.
When he finally releases a new album you are thrilled. It’s been almost a year since he released his last one and you’ve been starving for new content. You are first in line to the store to buy the album and listen to it as soon as possible. Track one through four are fantastic and you enjoy them a lot! But then track five starts to play.
It’s more melancholy and nostalgic than other songs he has written. And then you hear the words. The words touch your heart, soothing and healing some of the pain that has remained. At the end he takes a moment to dedicate it to his childhood friend, to you. Not by name, but you know what he means by “my old childhood friend”. You’re tearing up.
I’m sorry I was too blind to see
That you were suffering as much as me
You were left behind, I was moving on
And you were left to carry on
It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair
That I chose to just leave you there
We’re not really close now, are we
But I just want to say I’m sorry
You listened to it over and over again, crying in your room. Maybe it was stupid but that was something you didn’t even know you’ve been wanting to hear for years. Knowing that he felt bad about leaving you behind and hearing an apology from him meant the world to you.
And it just so happens that the song he dedicated to you is your friends’ new favorite song. If they didn’t know about your history with him before, then they sure know now. You’re still struggling to not cry every time it plays. Sure, maybe some of your dirty laundry was now being aired all around the world. But that wasn’t important.
What was important was that your heart was finally able to heal. You were truly able to feel happy again, for the first time since you were eight years old. Life had color again. There was more of a bounce to your step. Your friends noticed that your smiles even seemed more real now.
So when you learned that Venti would be doing an album signing event, you just knew you had to go. And you knew just which album you wanted to have signed. Now all you could think about was getting the album signed. How would he react to seeing you again? Would he recognize you? You really hope he does. It would really hurt if he doesn’t.
All of a sudden you’re now worrying if this is a good idea at all. Your friends managed to convince you to go, but you were really close to not going at all. And even now that you’re here at the signing you’re half considering running away. But instead you steel your courage and get in line.
You try not to think about it as the line slowly creeps forward. Making small talk with those around you in line might help, but you’re too nervous to even try social interaction. You’re twentieth in line, then tenth, then fifth, then second. Now it’s your turn and you approach the table he’s sitting at to sign the albums.
He’s wearing a white button up shirt, green slacks, and a green beanie with a flower on it. He’s dyed the tips of his braids teal and wears some light makeup to bring out the color of his eyes. You suddenly feel very underdressed as you anxiously walk up and hand him the album.
“Hi Venti,” you say softly. “It’s good to see you again.” He looks up sharply and freezes for a second, wide eyed. “Oh my gosh!” He exclaims, jumping up out of his seat. “It’s so good to see you again! It’s been so long!” You smile, feeling more comfortable and sure of yourself now that you know he recognizes you.
Someone behind him clears their throat and sits back down. “I can’t really talk right now,” he admits, sheepishly. “We don’t want to hold up the line, but hold on a sec.” He opens the album and scribbles something on the inside of the opaque cover. “That’s my number,” he whispers quietly to you. “Text me later, okay? I’ll get back to you when I can.”
You nod and move on, only realizing he didn’t actually sign the case until you were down the hall from where he was signing. Laughing a little, you sit down on a bench and pull out your phone. That was such a Venti-like thing for him to do. Sometimes he would get so excited that he’d forget what he was supposed to be doing.
Opening your texting app, you typed in his number and sent him a message.
You: Hi! Is this the right number? I’m the one you wrote song number five about.
It took a couple hours for him to reply. Which is very understandable considering how he was probably signing albums for a while.
Venti: Yes! This is the right number! It’s so good to hear from you again :)
Venti: And I’m so glad you heard that song
Venti: I really am sorry about leaving like that
You: I won’t lie and say that it’s fine, because it really hurt that you left like that
You: But I really appreciate your song that you wrote for me. I cry every time I hear it
Venti: Oh no! I didn’t mean to make you sad :(
You: Happy tears, Venti. They’re all happy tears
Venti: Oh, okay, that’s good :)
Venti: Want to come eat lunch with the staff and me?
Venti: They’re all really curious about you
Venti: The mysterious childhood friend I wrote a whole song about
You: Sure! How do I find you?
Venti: You don’t! Where are you? I’ll send someone to pick you up ;)
You send him your location and wait around for someone to come pick you up. After a while a nicely dressed woman approaches you and gestures for you to follow her. She leads you to a car and drives you to a restaurant. A waiter takes you to one of the closed off rooms for group events.
Approximately two seconds after the door is closed, you are hug tackled to the floor. Venti cheerfully cheers your name right into your ear. You grumble good naturedly and swat at him until he laughs and gets off you. He offers his hand, you take it, and he helps you stand up. Some chuckles from the staff tell me they’re just as amused as he is by the situation.
This sets the tone for your lunch. It’s lighthearted and you have a great time getting to know each other again. He introduces the staff and they admit they’ve been curious about his childhood friend he wrote a song about. You enjoy eating lunch with them a lot, and all of you are disappointed when you have to go.
You continue to chat as long as you can while preparing to leave. As you’re gathering your stuff to go, you come across the album that he never actually signed. “Oh yeah,” you laugh. “Venti, you never actually signed my album!”
“Whoops! I’ll sign that right now.” He declares. “Though I must admit that I feel a little awkward signing stuff for you.” Finishing writing with a flourish, he hands the album back to you. “But I guess I better get used to it,” he continues. “You better bring the rest of the albums next time!”
Your smile is so bright that he has to squint for a moment.. “I’m looking forward to it already.” You say. “See you later?” He beams right back. “Yep! I’ll let you know the next time we can meet up!”
The grin stays on your face all the way home.
You meet up whenever you can after that, though your schedules don’t always match up enough to allow it. Video calls are common when he goes on tour. It’s like the two of you never split. And eventually your friendship becomes something more.
“Hey, could I ask you a question?” Venti asks you over a video call one night. He’s acting a little funny, nervous with a dash of hope and excitement. “Would you like to go out with me sometimes? Like a date?” You chuckle, amused. “Venti, you’re on tour right now. It’s not like we could go out to dinner or something.”
“You’re right that we can’t go out to dinner together, but we could eat at the same time over a video call! I’ll even call and order food for you or something!” Venti plans. “Sure,” you agree. “I think I’d like that.” He pumps his fist in the air. “Yes!” He shouts. “I’m gonna make this the best long-distance date ever!”
And so he does.
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tendertokyo · 3 years
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My take on NCT at Hogwarts
what is it with me and being active on this god forsaken app all of a sudden... anyways, i know that we've thrown jk rowling in the garbage but listen i can't just throw away my whole childhood for one stupid rich white cis woman. also i have no idea what's going on with the neos but when do i ever? alright here we go
taeil: he's giving me frustrated hufflepuff, like he really wished to be in gryffindoor but it didn't work out. think he'd be a halfblood and have a pet toad. likes to visit hagrid for tea sometimes. simps over some bad bitch in slytherin, really thinks she's into him too, everyone tells him she's way out of his league. broke his wand twice already trying to open a can of sardines
taeyong: also strong hufflepuff energy. he's the keeper and captain of their quidditch team and a prefect too, picked purely cause he's good with kids. walks around without his scarf in the cold winter because he wrapped it around ten's neck one morning and nagged on him for not taking care of his health properly, never got the scarf back and doesn't mind. i feel like snape would intimidate the crap out of him, like he would not be able to stay calm during his classes rip. he'd be adored by all the other teachers though, especially flitwick who believes he's really gifted in charms
johnny: a gryffindoor pureblood and keeper and captain of the quidditch team. always the one who tries to talk things out with mcgonnagall when they pull some stupid shit and get caught, never successful. has the marauders map and likes to throw underground raves in hidden rooms and tunnels. buddies with peeves and the house elves. buddies with everyone actually. and regardless of liking him like that or not, every girl in school has fantasized of fucking him in the quidditch locker room showers ooooop-
yuta: omg the heartbreaker of the school. a halfblood slytherin prefect and beater. snape's favourite student, like he gets whatever he wants from that man without trying. everyone is lowkey into him cause of his hot and mysterious vibe and there are so many rumours about his sex life circulating around, but no one actually knows if he's seeing someone. people also speculate he's a metamorphmagus but no lol he just dies his hair a lot. has a pet cat who's mean to everyone except him and mark. likes to explore the forbidden forest cause he's a weirdo
doyoung: a ravenclaw pureblood who hates quidditch, only shows up for taeyong's matches and nags him afterwards if hufflepuff loses. he's the headboy and happily uses his title to threaten haechan. hates divination with a passion and idolizes mcgonnagal, as he should. knows everyone's bussiness in the whole damn castle, never starts drama but almost always ends it. used to tutor some younger students but they quickly realised he's a mini mcgonnagall and zoomed straight outta there. snape lowkey wishes he was in slytherin but don't tell anyone
kun: gryffindoor headboy, probably the calmest person in that entire house and the only one who can kinda control the chaos. if yangyang or hendery annoy him too much he'll give them the wrong password on purpose, mcgonnagal has this unspoken respect for him for that reason. feels really bad for the house elves and wants to help them as much as he can. known as the dad or daddy of gryffindoor, depending on who you ask hehehehe
ten: the artsiest ravenclaw but fucking terrible at riddles, so he's always stuck at the door unless someone let's him inside lmao. is super into divination but purely for the aesthetic. never wears his uniform properly, always wears taeyong's scarf and lots of witchy jewelry. started a dance club in the room of requirement, loves hogwarts halloween with his whole heart. set a classroom on fire once and managed to sneak away undetected. always hooks up with someone at johnny's parties
jaehyun: the fucking fratboy of gryffindoor. he's a halfblood and a chaser on the quidditch team. left so many girls on read oh my god. sneaks alcohol and weed into school, coorganizes parties with johnny, yuta and mark. people think he's this hot bad boy or some shit, lol no bitch he's a dumbass don't waste your energy on a doofus like him, have you heard his laugh he sounds like a 45 year old man. mcgonnagall doesn't trust him at all, always looks at him with shifty eyes. the fat lady flirts with him everytime he approaches the commonroom door
winwin: on the snobby pureblood side of slytherin, like he gives off really judgy vibes. is in ten's dance club, there's a rumor going around that he's an animagus 'cause he moves gracefully like a cat or smth, but he isn't he's just really talented. spends most of his time in the owlery petting birds. the bloody baron freaks him out, most of the ghosts do. tried to be a big brother figure to renjun and chenle but they bullied his ass like crazy so he dropped them like hot potatoes
jungwoo: the most confident gryffindoor y'all. he's a muggleborn and a chaser. has the cutest pet owl, is really into care of magical creatures. snape hates him because he's too "sunny" of a person. wild at parties but looks fine in the morning somehow. the biggest flirt you'll ever meet and has so many bitches wrapped around his little finger lol, there's a rumor going around that he's real beast in bed. awesome at dueling, uses his cute airhead shtick to apsolutely destroy people. can you tell i love his pisces ass?
lucas: a hufflepuff halfblood and beater. wannabe fuckboy but can't because he cares too much lol, those muscles are made of feelings dawg. hits on every girl he sees and is almost always successful 'cause we're weak for cute and sweet himbos. is the biggest show off on the quidditch field and has his own fan club. really into care for magical creatures, like literally wants to befriend every single one of them, hagrid has to pull his ass away from them before he gets hurt rip
mark: a gryffindoor prodigy, a muggleborn and a chaser. the most stressed prefect you've ever seen. mcgonnagall has a soft spot for him and everyone knows it. snape dislikes him but respects him because he's fucking brilliant at potions. a lot of people like him and are into him but he doesn't know how to respond to them lol socially awkward king. plans parties with johnny yuta jaehyun and ten, is always roped into the dreamies schemes against his will. no one can fucking tell if him and haechan are on good terms cause they're at each other's throats all the time, but slobber all over each other like crazy when they get drunk
xiaojun: the most emotional ravenclaw. a halfblood and a prefect. he dated a girl for a long time and she broke his heart, moped about it in the prefect's bathroom for ages. lowkey believes she cheated on him with yuta but isn't sure, is extra weary around him though. says he's done with love but then simps over a new girl every two weeks smh. no one understands how he's such good friends with hendery and yangyang, like the combination of the two of them is a recipe for disaster. whenever they rope him into their bullshit, he always manages to drop their asses in the perfect time and doesn't get caught. many portaits are jealous of him 'cause he has better bone structure then them lol
hendery: the best definition of a gryffindoor. comes from a rich pureblood family, is a beater on the quidditch team. he's the life of the party, man. out of all the students he hates, he is the one snape hates the MOST and he's so proud of that. a really fast runner so he never ends up in detention 'cause it's just too hard to catch him. buddies with the ghosts and hagrid. tries really hard to impress girls, it only works half of the time when he's not being too intense
yangyang: also a gryffindoor pureblood, tried out for the chaser position but didn't make it, is still bitter about it. has a really fucked up owl that always messes up his letters. constantly in detention, like he's cleaned that entire castle by himself 43 times already. also in ten's dance club, also really good at dueling when he actually tries. really into muggle culture, explores it in his free time and shows everyone cool, new music he found all the time. gives kun daily headaches cause he's way too energetic in the morning
shotaro: imma say he's a hufflepuff but don't quote me on that cause i don't know him that well. he seems like he'd have lots of friends though and would be in ten's dance club
sungchan: don't know him well either so i'll just say gryffindoor??
renjun: i'm torn between ravenclaw and slytherin, gonna go with slytherin for him. he's a halfblood and a prefect, also uses his title to threaten haechan. loves defence against the dark arts anď herbology, might become a healer someday. gets tricked by the moving staircases all the fucking time, ends up at madam pomfrey's way more than he likes to admit. likes the slytherin aesthetic but can't stand the evil stereotypes. most people think him and chenle are brothers, wants to strangle chenle when he plays into it. once told the bloody baron to fuck off, no one dares get on his bad side since that day
jeno: pureblood hufflepuff prefect and a chaser. he's the cute, athletic guy everyone has a crush on. is on snape's good side 'cause he likes cleaning up his brewing station after finishing the task the lession is about. is the best flyer in the entire school and has the best chance of getting scouted in the future, everyone knows it but if you mention it to him he blushes like crazy. i feel like he's been in many fwb situations but they all ended well because he's a gentleman
haechan: a slytherin through and through. halfblood and seeker on the quidditch team. thought he was gonna be prefect and was hella pissed he wasn't chosen, i mean hello you're a snake who would want to give a snake authority goddamn it. also always complains during quidditch matches, calls everything a foul just 'cause he wants to win. puts up this persona of the mischevious slytherin boy but it falls flat on it's ass because he's peeves's favourite target
jaemin: a muggleborn hufflepuff, because of that reason he's sworn to himself he'll take care of jisung like a mother. a chaser on the quidditch team. such a sweetheart my gosh, like that dude is always so happy, unless he hasn't drunk his 6 cups of coffee. speaking of, mcgonnagall and pomfrey worry for his health like crazy but won't admit it. excells at care for magical creatures and charms, horrible at ancient runes like he didn't think there'd be so much math involved. girls are also crazy into him but he's such an introvert, the thought of someone wanting to be around him so much scares him. still flirts with everything that breathes lol
chenle: a slytherin and a pureblood, from one of those rich old families. because of that people expect him to be a lil brat, turns out to be the coolest guy you'll ever meet. he's friends with everyone regardless of house, a chaser on the quidditch team, known as the one who scores the most points in a game. he's great at defence against the dark arts and transfiguration, is thinking about becoming an auror 'cause that dude fears nothing i'm telling you. was made a prefect instead of haechan, rubs it in his face like crazy, but ultimately just let's people get away with stupid shit like "haha nice one, respect". memorized all the secret passageways of the castle in his head, helps johnny, mark, ten and jaehyun with their parties. pisses off filch like no other, was in detention all the time with yangyang until they realised how terrible it is when the two of them are in close contact lol so he gets let off the hook all the time. also fucking flirts with everything that breathes, the biggest fucking tease like you never know what he means smh
jisung: jaemin's muggleborn hufflepuff son, though most people are surprised he isn't in gryffindoor 'cause god the reckless shit that boy pulls... always late to breakfast with his uniforn all messy. people think he's very innocent but like his bestfriend is chenle, so how pure could he be. he's a seeker on the quidditch team, goes extra hard during hufflepuff-slytherin matches 'cause he wants to knock haechan off his high horse. blushes like crazy whenever he sees a cute girl which only gives chenle more reason to tease him 'cause he's a lil bitch like that. is the star of ten's dance club but has tripped and fallen down multiple flights of stairs, this kid's a walking paradox
to conclude:
gryffindoor: johnny, kun, jaehyun, jungwoo, mark, hendery, yangyang, sungchan
hufflepuff: taeil, taeyong, lucas, jeno, jaemin, shotaro, jisung
ravenclaw: doyoung, ten, xiaojun
slytherin: yuta, winwin, renjun, haechan, chenle
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Warning: Burn injuries, an angry Pomeranian trying to be sweet and it kinda working but only because of the broccoli baby.
Staring down at her wrist, Y/N inspected the small orange mushroom cloud tattoo on her skin. It sat below her first mark; a cute lavender bubble symbolizing her own quirk. Both appeared years ago, one burned bright into her skin the day she manifested her quirk and the other sat, fading in months later.
It’s said the marks are to connect you with your soulmate. It seemed to be another evolution to come with the quirks as the quirkless didn't get the same predicament throughout life. Actually, there were even a few quirked people that never gained marks. While it seemed unfair and people hated that quirked people got the ideal life and were handed their other half almost straight out the gate, some loved the fact most quirkless people had the option to find their soulmate naturally.
There were even people that covered their mark with another tattoo, to try and avoid searching for their person. Some invested their entire being into finding that special someone. They even made dating apps to share pictures of your mark to help you find your match.
Y/N fell in the middle, she didn’t despise the idea of finding her soulmate, but she didn’t want that to be a major factor in her mind. She didn’t want to spend her life trying to find a person that very well could reject you.
Yes, even if fate had intertwined your hearts, you could reject the idea. While you could only reject your soulmate after meeting them, it was only done with a simple two words- ‘I reject’- and the idea scared the hell out of her.
So here she was, hiding her mark under bracelets or long sleeves, scared of finding her soulmate because two stupid words, but even more terrified because of one stupid thing. The pretty colourful cluster of stars tattoo… sitting just right of her soulmate’s mark.
She had two soulmates.
Of course, there were people out there that dated their soulmate and another set of soulmates, or a fated couple found their third in another kind person. But never has she heard of being given two soulmates.
Now she could be rejected…twice.
“Okay, so since it’s just us girls, I say we watch shitty chick flicks and whine about being single.” Mina huffed, plopping down on the couch.
“Mina… Toru has a boyfriend… and Jirou is dating Mo…” Uraraka pointed out.
“Okay, but I am single I would like to whine about it.” Mina groaned as Y/N sat down. “You and Y/N are single too so, we could still complain.”
“Hey, hey. Don’t bring me into this. I tried my hand at dating, that’s just bleh.” Y/N cringed.
Jirou scoffed. “That’s because you keep putting all your heart into people who aren’t your soulmate.”
“Hey, I like keeping my options open! It’ll happen sooner or later.” Y/N defended herself.
“It could be sooner if you stop hiding the mark.” Mina cheesed. “You know the point is to find the matching tattoo?”
“Yeah, yeah. Maybe I just really like surprises.” Y/N sighed, trying to focus on the two women trying to hide the baby from the rambunctious fairy god mother on the screen.
“Your person kinda has to see the mark for it to click in your heads.” Uraraka hummed. “So, if you hide it…”
“It’s not completely invisible, I don’t always cover it. Any one can see it at anytime.” Y/N rolled her eyes.
“Mmm, okay… Y/N didn’t notice the look Mina gave to Jirou. “Then let us see-.”
Both Mina and Jirou went to tackle Y/N but an instant bubble appeared around her, bouncing them off. “You always try this, Mina.”
“Damn it…”
Leaving the matter to rest, the girls continued to watch the poor obedient fifteen year old send away her only friend. Okay, so yes… Y/N hid the marks for the most part. She wasn’t trying to avoid people seeing the marks per say, but she was just trying to keep it out of… people’s sight…
Actually, she was trying to avoid them being seen, but really, in her defense. The last time someone saw two soulmarks on her wrist she was harassed and bullied until she had to move. So, she felt it was in her best mind to hide her marks and keep a lookout for two matching her own.
And she hoped the girls would leave it alone but-
“Okay… Just a little peek.” Mina whispered.
“No.”
“Just for me?”
“No, Mina.”
“At least describe it a little.”
“No.”
“I just wanna see it.”
“I don’t care.”
“I’m you’re best friend, please.” Mina dragged out the word, as long as her breath held out for.
“Aright, you know. I’m really tired, ladies. So, I’m gonna wrap this up and head to bed.” Y/N sighed standing, letting Mina and Uraraka fall into her now vacant space. “Goodnight girls.”
Ignoring their mixed groans and pleas, Y/N continued to leave, irritated with Mina’s questioning. She didn’t even stop to collect her small throw blanket, but Mina yelped and rushed up the stairs to apologize. She hadn’t meant to piss off her friend, but-.
“Wait! Wait, Y/N, I’m sorry!” She squeaked, slamming into the door that was closed in her face.
“Go away, Mina.” Y/N. “It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not…” Mina whined.
Y/N bit her lip and started at the door. Her first real best friend stood on the opposite side of the door and would probably sit there until she opened the door, like she always did when they fought. But really, she thought about leaving her there and sneaking out the window in the morning, because she was pissed, truly.
“Look, Y/N, I know you don’t like talking about your mark and it’s not okay I kept pressuring you to show us-.” Mina mumbled.
Angry, Y/N yanked opened the door, watching Mina stumble in from leaning on it. “You’re right! It’s not okay! It was mean and stupid and I honestly don’t know why you were so hellbent on seeing it, you never are! Our entire time of being friends- which is three fucking years- you never bugged this much to see it! What is your fucking deal-?”
“Mine rejected me.”
“With trying… to… what?” Y/N continued her rant, before fully recognizing her friend’s words. “What did you say?”
“My soulmate rejected me.” She repeated. “He goes to another school; Asaki Eizo. He’s top of his class, an adorkable nerd. He’s already probably got collage recommendations… he um… He feels that such a um, eccentric personality would distract him form the real things in life. ‘Honestly, I feel you’re too childish to live the life I want.’ His exact words.”
“He called you childish?” Y/N blinked.
“Yeah, but we could still be friends! We hang out every now and then! Just not as… soulmates.” Mina whispered the last part.
Y/N clicked her tongue and nodded slowly, before deciding and grabbing a hoodie. “I’m gonna need an address.”
“What? No. No!” Mina yelped and pushed her friend back in her room. “You can’t go kill him!”
“I never said I would kill him. Just maim.” Y/N tried to press past her friend, but she held fast.
“No, no. People get rejected all the time! It’s okay!” Mina flailed her arms, looking comically like a bird before she tackled her friend to the floor. “I just, I just wanted to see yours because I like the idea of my best friend getting her forever person, even if I don’t…”
Y/N sighed. “Honestly, I might be in the same predicament as you, babes.”
Mina furrowed her eyebrows and sat up on the girl’s lap. Y/N tugged off the bracelets she was wearing and pushed her sleeve up a bit. Mina did her best to keep eye contact with her friend, just incase she wanted to hide it again. But Y/N didn’t, she raised her wrist in between them, revealing the several marks on her skin.
“You… There are… That’s an odd soulmate mark…” Mina muttered.
“No, it’s two. I have two soulmates…” Y/N groaned falling back. “I have two chances of getting rejected.”
Mina pouted and laid down on Y/N, to cuddle her. “I don’t think that would happen. Maybe they’ve already found each other, and they are just waiting on you.”
“I feel like I’d be intruding on a happy relationship.” She sighed.
“I don’t think the fates would have intertwined you to just hurt you.” Mina said.
Y/N played with Mina’s hair. “Mina… You literally just told me that your own soulmate rejected you because you’re a fun girl. So, I don’t think the fates were thinking too many things through at their round table.”
“Mm, yeah, but you know what they say. When you get rejected by your soulmate, it’s the fates realizing they found someone better for you and a new mark should form.” Mina mumbled, sleepily.
“Yeah, yeah. When I see a new mark glow on your skin, I’ll believe it.” Y/N snorted.
 “Today’s task is simple. Save the victim before the building comes down.” All Might said.
“Before it comes down? As in actually collapse?” Mineta already had tears filling his eyes.
“It’s what you’ll have to do as heroes.” Tsu commented, before smacking the small grape boy with her tongue. “Stop crying.”
He continued to cry anyway. All Might sighed. “There’s no hidden objectives, or priorities. But it is an incredibility dangerous situation, so you’ll actually have to thinks the entire thing through and when you think you have a plan, you’ll have to make a backup. Stay on your toes, save the victim and don’t get crushed.”
“What happens if we don’t get out in time?” Y/N asked.
“There is a timer, the building won’t actually fall if there is anyone still inside, but you will have failed the test if you can’t get the victim out before it ‘falls’.” All Might answered, surely.
Now each team went through the buildings while the rest of the class watched. There were three separate building, each with different hazards. The timer was set for thirty minutes, the story plot was villains attacked, blah blah blah, the building would fall in thirty minutes and there was still someone trapped inside. A basic training op.
“Hey, you’re not wearing your bracelets today.” Mina noted, holding her hand.
“Yeah, guess I should try and put myself out there.” Y/N sighed. “Plus, can’t let you find your soulmate first, markless.”
“Oh, ha ha. You think you’re funny.” Mina rolled her eyes, playfully.
“I think I’m fucking hilarious.” Y/N grinned, before raising her friend’s wrist. “I wish it would manifest already, looking at bits and pieces of it for the last month is aggravating.”
“Yeah, me too. But think about it, I’ve spent the last four months soulmate-less. Maybe I’m emotionally shellshocked and my body’s trying to fight fate off.” Mina giggled.
It had been two months since their conversation in Y/N’s bedroom and since then, Mina had convinced Y/N to not hide it when they went out into the real world. Especially when they went out without their classmates. Which they’d done a lot more, in hopes to find one or both of Y/N’s mates and maybe to kick start Mina’s new mark. Still she hid it whenever she was at school, this had been the first time she hadn’t tried to hide it. And she prayed it wouldn’t come back to bite her in the ass.
“Y/N, Bakugo, Midoriya. You’re turn.” All Might, clapped her on the shoulder.
“Be careful.” Mina let her friend go.
“Probably won’t.” Y/N cheesed.
And here she stood in between the childhood frenemies, staring up at Building B that bent halfway up at an uncomfortable angle. “I’ll bet you boys my left arm that are victim is up at the top…”
“Probably.” Midoriya sighed. “Any ideas.”
“Stay out of my way.” Bakugo muttered.
Y/N rolled her eyes and turned to glare at the blond. “Yeah, no. We’re a team. So, we work as a team. Otherwise, I will bubble you right here and now and have you follow us like a an explosive toy.”
“I’ll blow your stupid bubble open.” Bakugo snarled down at her.
“Oh, really?” She asked, scoffing.
“Wait, guys, the test is about to start. Maybe we should handle this later…” Midoriya tried.
Y/N ignored him and softy booped Bakugo’s nose. “Do it then.”
A loud shrill echoed through the air, signifying the start of the test and Bakugo was encased in a see-through sphere. Midoriya blinked at Bakugo’s entrapment and then at Y/N who raised her brow expecting him to say something, but her look convinced him to just turn around and head inside the building.
The two quietly searched the building and made their way up and over each obstacle, Bakugo screaming and exploding in his bubble every five seconds. Coming to a two sided elevator shaft, they all paused. The elevator itself was tilted and seemed to be caught on the walls of the shaft, making a bridge way to the otherside.
“Alright, I’m gonna bubble you two through first… Because I feel like if you breath on that thing… it’ll fall.” Y/N sighed.
“We could probably just jump it.” Midoriya suggested.
“We should avoid shaking the building at all, we should treat it as if it would actually collapse. Which, honestly. It might…” Y/N carefully peeked out into the shaft and looked up to find another elevator several stories above. “Also, I’m pretty sure if we put too much weight on this thing, it’ll pull the other one down.”
“I’m gonna push the angry Pomeranian over first and then you. Alright?” Y/N stated.
“Angry Pomeranian?!” Bakugo shouted, his palms crackling.
She giggled and stuck her hand into the bubbled and pat his head. “Yep, keep being an ass, I’ll get you a collar.”
He snatched her hand and tugged her close, trying to force her into the bubble. “Let me out of this damned bubble.”
“I was going to after I got you across, stop being a dick for five minutes or you’ll stay in it!” She snapped, pinching his cheek.
“You had better or I swear I’ll…” He trailed off, looking at her arm. At her multiple marks.
She hadn’t noticed where is eyes locked and hurriedly thrusted him across the opening, before turning to Midoriya and bubbling him as well. She, much more gently, pushed him across the opening before following them herself. And true to her word, she released Bakugo from his soft cage.
“Now, be good or I’ll put you back.” She warned.
“Piss off.” He grumbled. “We got fifteen minutes left, let’s find this idiot doll and get out of here.”
Midoriya and Y/N nodded in agreement and hurried through to the top of the building. Surprisingly, without many words, they worked together well. And when ideas were shared everyone listened, for the most part. They were a good team together, despite, being randomly thrown together.
Y/N gently, bubbled debris out of the way, unaware of the blonde analyzing her and Midoriya. Her soulmate mark matched the one Midoriya had on his own wrist. She’d been there, right under his nose for the longest time, and the dipshit didn’t ever notice.
But Bakugo didn’t notice either. Hers matched his as well. Neither boy noticed that their soulmate was with them every day.
Smoke filled the air as they cleared a hole through the floor above. They could hear the crackling of flames and see the orange light fill the hall above them. Carefully everyone climbed up to the next floor and eyed the fiery hall before them.
“Alright, boys, bubble time again.” Y/N sighed, and looked over at Midoriya who opened his mouth. “Don’t you dare say ‘we can jump it’ because again, unstable building.”
Midoriya turned red, at having been caught. “I- I wasn’t going to say that…”
“Yes, you were.” Both of his teammates said.
“I just don’t want you to overexert yourself, Y/N. You’re the only one whose used their quirk the most here.” Midoriya justified.
“It’s the safest one to use in this situation.” She shrugged, bubbling him. “I’ll only be tired if I use my bubble for an extended amount of time.”
“You had my in a bubble constantly, earlier.” Bakugo pointed out.
“Yeah, see. We can just jump across!” Midoriya tried, but she flicked him across anyway.
“For like three minutes. Five at most.” Y/N rolled her eyes and bubbled Bakugo as well. “I’m fine.”
After she dropped him off, she followed and landed softly. “See, no harm done. I’m a big girl, boys.”
“Well, cool it a bit, dumbass, we’re not useless.” Bakugo grunted, flicking her forehead.
Was that what this was about? “I never said you were, guys. Sorry, if I made it seem that way.” She apologized, following Midoriya to the second elevator tunnel.
This building was so tall, stupidly its elevator shafts had been stacked with a thin base floor between them. Bakugo peeked through, to deem it safe and carefully stepped across, Midoriya moving to follow when the building shook violently, knocking them all to their knees. Not a moment later did the creaking elevator a few floors above drop.
Bakugo yanked Midoriya out of the way, just in time as the elevator crashing into the base floor. Y/N yelped, flying back into the fire from the impact. She shook away her dizziness and stared at the flames surrounding her bubble- thankfully, her reaction time was fast.
“Y/N!” She heard Midoriya yell back at her.
“I- I’m fine. Just caught me off guard.” She panted, looking up at the elevator that almost crushed him. “What about you?”
“We’re fine, no damage.” Bakugo called back. “You’ll have to climb through the elevator to get over here.”
“Alright, well, uh.” She rolled herself back towards the elevator. “You guys go on ahead, I’ll catch up.”
“We can’t leave you.” Midoriya started to come back for her, but a bubbled filled the elevator blocking him.
“Just go, damn it. We’ve got just under ten minutes left, go find the damn vic and I’ll catch up.” She ordered. “I’ll be right behind you guys.”
She lied. Unintentionally, but still. She was trapped against the ceiling in her bubble, protected from the burning flames around her but unable to move. Her bubble had been stuck for the last three minutes, and it was actually starting to get hot inside, the walls of her bubble burning her skin a bit. She needed to get out of the fire, quick before she was seriously burned.
Y/N attempted, again to roll out of the flames but really all she succeeded in was rolling herself in the awkward crevice she was stuck in. Now she was mostly upside down, her forearms pressed against her artificial wall. It was almost like she was pressing herself against hot glass and granted her bubble kept out the black smoke, she had no fresh air. So, the air she did have was getting thick and stuffy and she was going dizzy. 
"Y/N!" A voice shouted at her.
Gasping, Y/N looked around to find Bakugo and Midoriya with the victim doll. They managed to find their way back to her part of the maze of death and she just about cried.
"Oh, I could kiss you two right now!" She grunted, her flesh burning. 
While Midoriya blubbered, turning twenty-five different shades of red, Bakugo rolled his eyes at her, smirking. "And here I thought you were going to be right behind us.”
"Oh, screw off." She tried to laugh through her pain. "Now please, figure out how to get me out of here, I'm actually being poached."
Thinking for a small moment the boys had to put together a plan. If Midoriya were to full cowl into the flames, this floor would probably give away from the force, taking them all down. Bakugo could have probably blasted her out of it onto the other side, but again they were stuck with their partner being unreachable. 
"Boys, just go. You got the victim, the place is supposed to come down in minutes." Y/N coughed.
"Can't leave our partner in here, shit face." Bakugo grumbled.
"Well, you gotta or were all screwed." Y/N argued. "Look I'll be fine, I’m sure someone will come in and help me in a few minutes."
“And you’ll boil alive, yeah right.” Bakugo glared, still thinking.
“Nah, I’ll be fine. A few burns never killed anyone.” She huffed.
Bakugo gave her a look as to shut up, but she kept going. "C'mon Deku, you know I got this. You guys finish the mission."
As soon as Midoriya opened his mouth to try and side with someone, Bakugo leaned down and pulled off his com so she wouldn't hear what he said. Whatever he said made the poor little broccoli boy's jaw drop and eyes grow to the size of moons. Not finding the room to care, Y/N closed her eyes, panting and waited for them to leave.
She heard footsteps and looked back to see Bakugo hauling ass while Midoriya just stood there. "I'm pretty sure you're supposed to follow him."
"Ah, well…" Midoriya coughed, nervously. He seemed way jumpier after what Bakugo said.
"Izuku Midoriya, you will not jump into this fire!" She realized what he was going to do.
"I'm technically going to jump through it." He winced at hearing his full name.
"I think the hell not!" She snapped. "There is not enough space for you to jump. You will just launch yourself into that wall and probably take down this whole floor!"
"Yeah, that's the plan." He nodded.
"What about Bakugo and the hostage?" She glared.
"Part of the plan." He answered, vaguely. 
"Yes, the sudden plan you didn't tell me anything about." Her scolding made his face twist into a pout, like a sweet little puppy that got kicked.
"You would have been mad at the plan." He argued.
"Deku… I'm mad right now. If you jump into this fire, I will beat you with Bakugo and then strangle him with your intestines. Don't. You. Dare-." Her threats were cut off by Bakugo's voice in the coming.
"Oi, shut up and trust us. Now hurry it up, damn nerd!" 
Y/N groaned knowing they weren't going to listen to reason and they'd probably end up failing this exercise and end up in the nurse's office. Really, she was just overwhelmingly scared her partners would be hurt. She almost certainly didn't care about the grade or herself but just them. 
Y/N watched Midoriya spark, before lunging at her. He hissed at the heat of her bubble burning through his costume and onto his skin. Once again, she watched green sparks travel up his arm as he reared back to punch out the cracked wall.
Once they emerged into fresh air, Y/N let her bubble drop fell fully into his arms. As she warned, the building started to crumble from where they emerged and continued downwards. The building began falling over, dropping debris everywhere. As she and Midoriya fell through the air, Y/N watched the building, internally fretting over Bakugo.
Suddenly an explosion erupted from a window and out came the devil himself. Bakugo launched out the window and directly into the two hurling towards the ground. He snatched them out of the air, redirecting their bodies out of the way of the falling building parts.
Panicking, as they came closer to the ground, Y/N quickly encased them in a bubble, despite Bakugo twisting around to take the brunt of the impact. They hit the ground and bounced a few times, rolling around inside her bubble. They rolled to a stop and she let her bubble pop.
They all looked at each other, dirty, burn and dazed and the victim doll safe. The timer dinged overhead, signifying the end of their simulation. Y/N laughed and fell back to lay on the ground, prompting the two boys to look over at her.
“What the hell are you laughing at?” Bakugo huffed and leaned back on his hands.
“That was way more dramatic than it had to be.” She snorted, bringing up her arms to cover her face.
“Y/N… we should probably get you to the nurse’s office.” Midoriya mumbled out, looking at her burns.
Later that night, Y/N grumbled glaring at the angry burns on her arms. Recovery girl managed to reduce them to minor second degree burns, but they still needed to be taken care of outside of the nurse’s office. She had been sitting there for a solid ten minutes, at least, trying to tell herself to just pick up the damn wet cloth and press it to the burns… but it hurt so five seconds after doing so she dropped the towel back into the bowl.
She needed to clean and wrap the burns before she could go downstairs. She took a deep breath and reached for the wet rag again, but thankfully, a soft knock echoed from her door. She jumped up to answer her savior and pulled it open to find her most recent teammates standing there.
“Oh, hi guys.” Y/N greeting, briefly noting Bakugo’s arm hanging over Midoriya’s shoulder. “What’s up, whatcha need?”
“H-Hi, Y/N we just wanted to, uh, um. Well-.” Midoriya tried to stutter out. “We brought you this for your burns!”
Midoriya thrusted out a small bottle of cream. “Aw, thanks. That’s sweet of you.”
“Yeah, yeah. We gotta talk. So, you gonna let us in or what?” Bakugo grumbled, tugging Midoriya closer.
“Ah, blunt as always, Bakugo.” She rolled her eyes and stepped back and gestured into the room. “But, yes, come in.”
Y/N closed the door as they stepped through and took opposite seats. Bakugo in her previous seat and Midoriya on the edge of her bed. The air grew tense and awkward as Y/N moved to stand next to Bakugo.
She played with the cold water in the bowl, still trying to convince herself to clean her burns, but as the minutes dragged on, she became distracted by the two boys in her room. She would absolutely be lying if she were to say she wasn’t attracted to them.
Midoriya; sweet and kind. Probably has killed a fly on accident and cried about it. A cute little broccoli babe. Bakugo; hot-headed and loud mouthed. Probably tells Midoriya he killed a fly just to watch him cry. A hot angry porcupine. She wasn’t stupid enough to try anything with either of them, but a girl could dream, yeah?
“Fuck, come here.” Bakugo suddenly yanked her arm and grabbed the cold rag before pressing it to her arm.
“Ow! You asshole!” She yanked her arm away. “That fucking hurt!”
“Well, I’m tired of sitting her watching you play with the towel instead of cleaning them like you’re supposed to be doing, shitty woman.” He grumbled reaching out to grab her arm again.
“Kacchan, you can’t be so rough.” Midoriya stepped in and stopped him. “Sorry, he get’s like that when he’s worried.”
“It’s okay. You don’t need to worry, though.” Y/N sighed, letting Midoriya take her wrist, the one that was unmarked. “What did you guys want to talk about.”
“Yeah, um…” Bakugo handed him the wet cloth and tugged Y/N to sit in his lap. “Sorry, for being an ass today during training.”
Y/N blushed at her new seating predicament, but she covered her embarrassment with an attempted joke. “Okay, Midoriya what have you done with Bakugo? He’s openly showing he’s worried about his friends and he’s apologizing?” She winced as he patted her wound with the cold towel.
“Yeah, that’s because you’re not his friend.” Midoriya coughed. “Neither of us are.”
For some reason that made her heart hurt. She talked to both boys relatively often, not enough to be as close as she and Mina were, but she was sure she could call them both friends at least. “Well, ouch. Was I that bad of a teammate today?”
“No, you idiot.” Bakugo grumbled, wrapping his arm around her waist tighter and reached over to grab the gauze she was supposed to use and handed it over to Midoriya. “You weren’t great, but you weren’t shit either.”
“Kacchan, be nice…” Midoriya warned, weakly.
“I am, this as nice as I’m gonna get, nerd.” Bakugo muttered laying his head on her shoulder.
Y/N winced again, when the green haired boy wrapped her arm. “I’m sorry? What the flying fuck is going on?”
“Um, I- we… Um.” Midoriya stared at her arm, before looking up at her. “We match.”
Y/N blinked, confused at first. What did they match? Clothes? No. Grades for the match? No. she was two points below Bakugo and one above Midoriya. What did they- Oh.
“Oh.” She breathed.
“Yeah. ‘oh’.” Bakugo grumbled, raising his own wrist up to reveal his marks to her as did Midoriya.
Y/N sat frozen, staring at the matching nine marks shining against their skin. Midoriya began to pull his arm away, to finish dressing her arm, but she was quick to grab him. She brushed a thumb over his tattoos, not noticing the bright colour washing over his face. She grasped Bakugo’s arm and did the same, a gently shudder running through him at the contact.
They matched.
“Y/N?” Midoriya called, bringing her attention back.
“Yeah?” Her voice cracked, and his fingers reached up to brush across her cheek.
“Why are you crying?” Bakugo hugged her a bit tighter at Midoriya’s words.
Y/N sniffled and laughed. “I’ve been so scared to meet you two, I hid my marks for so long.”
“What the hell you do that shit for?” Bakugo grunted, handing her arm to Midoriya so he could finish. “We could have been gotten this over with three fucking years ago.”
“Exactly, I’m not ready to be rejected by one of my soulmates, let alone both.” She cried.
“Rejected?” Midoriya choked. “You think we’re going to reject you?”
“Why the hell would we do that?” Bakugo snapped.
“Any number of reason, really.” She sniffled, pulling open a drawer and pulled out a small legal pad. “They might not be gay. They could be gay for each other and not want a third. They could think multiple people in a relationship is gross. One could think I’m ugly-.”
Bakugo ripped her pad out of her hand and threw it in the trashcan. “All I’m hearing is bullshit. What is with you two thinking this way?”
“Shut up and hand me the gauze.” Midoriya glared up at Bakugo. “You told me to jump off the roof, so could you blame me for being scared you’d reject me.”
“You didn’t even talk to me about it. You ran away, avoided me and then tried to reject me yourself!” Bakugo reached over and thumped him in the forehead. “Almost fucked up everything, dumbass.”
The boys argued back and forth for a moment, Bakugo reaching to attack Midoriya and the latter crying and swatting at the explosive hands gripping his collar. Y/N laughed, easily breaking up their bickering. Both boys smiled, hearing her laughter, if sounded different hearing it now. Especially with what they now knew.
It sounded better.
“This is gonna be one hell of a ride.” She laughed.
“Fate probably said we’d need someone to maintain the speed on this roller coaster.” Midoriya joked, kissing her wrapping after he was done.
“Yeah, better hold on tight.” Bakugo kissed her shoulder.
“I’m not letting go anytime soon.”
 Bonus:
“What the fuck is it supposed to be?” Y/N tilted her head looking at Mina’s fully formed mark.
“I don’t know, I’m really confused.” Mina sighed. It honestly looked like two red jagged planks crossed in the middle making an ‘x’ shape.
“Watch it, Pinky.” Bakugo huffed, dropping on to the couch and thumped his boyfriend’s nose who laid cuddled into Y/N’s stomach.
Midoriya grumbled and curled further into Y/N’s tummy and Y/N swatted away Bakugo pestering finger.  “Stop that.” She ordered.
“He’s gonna ruin his sleep schedule.” Bakugo kept pestering him. “He’ll be up at two am and I’m sending him to bug you.”
“And I’ll call you to come help tire him out.” She smirked, pecking his lips cheekily.
“You guys are so cute, it’s fucking gross.” Mina gagged. “Anyway, I wonder what their quirk would be?”
“I dunno, maybe they’d a treasure finder… like ‘x marks the spot.’ Or something.” Y/N offered.
“Or hardening… because I’m pretty sure that’s Shitty hair’s mark.” Bakugo informed dryly.
Mina blinked at him and then at the person of interest as they popped into the room with Sero. Y/N bubbled Midoriya and leaned to the side, just because she knew what Mina was going to do.
Three…
Two…
One.
“Kirishima show me your wrist!”
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Survey #389
“i’m well aware i’m a danger to myself  /  are you aware i’m a danger to others?”
How much do you weigh? Yeah, we're starting off on a bad foot. If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? Putting Roman's used litter in the trash. Do you think you can love someone without trusting them? Hm... I guess you could love them, but it'd be a complicated situation. What’s your opinion on people who go hunting for sport? If it's purely for sport, from the very bottom of my heart, fuck you. Do you have a fairly fast or slow internet connection? I'd say it's decently fast. Have you ever been someplace tropical? Yeah, Florida. My grandma lived there. Are you sensitive to caffeine? No. It does like... nothing to me. How do you usually get around? My mom's car. Have you ever been accused of being too clingy? No actually, but I know I kinda am. What do you think about Kim Kardashian? I don't have an opinion of her. Can you speak any French? No. Favorite yogurt flavor? The only yogurt I've been liking lately is cookies and cream to add a different texture, because otherwise, I don't like its natural texture very much??? Idk man, my taste buds are wild. How much money do you have in your wallet right now? Just like $5. What bottled water brand do you like? Essentia. Your favorite way to eat chocolate? As chocolate bars, probably. How often do you listen to country music? Like, never. Linkin Park or Avenged Sevenfold? Linkin Park. Last surgery you had? Pilonidal cyst removal. Have you ever played guitar? I briefly took classes for it in high school, yes. Best I got to was playing some of the intro to "Crazy Train." I enjoyed it, but not enough to be consistent and really learn. Is there someone in your life whose career/life choices you find immoral/unethical? Have you ever told that person your views? Do you find it difficult to support them (emotionally or otherwise) because of their choices? I don't think so? What trait do you feel you lack that you wish you possessed? Independence and confidence would be nice... Have you ever considered writing your memoirs? No. Do you find it difficult to stay invested in online relationships? God no. I love my online friends. Half of 'em more than "irl" ones. Are you the type of person who pays close attention to the release dates of movies, music, etc., and will, for example, go see a movie or buy an album on the date it is released? If so, when is the last time you did so? I have to be VERY invested in it to care THAT much. It happened most recently when Meerkat Manor: Rise of the Dynasty premiered. Do you have any stickers on your laptop? No. Would you rather have a job for which you had to go in early in the morning or one you had to stay late into the evening at? Early in the morning. I'm in a better mood in the morning. Do you use any apps to track your health or medications? I have a calorie-counting app, as well as one to track my period. Whose opinions/recommendations do you value most? My mom's, best friend's, and psychiatrist's. If you could’ve been at any historical event, which would you have liked to witness firsthand? I don't really know. Maybe the very first Pride event? Is there something that you really want to do but are afraid of doing? If so, why are you afraid of doing it? Ride a rollercoaster, for one. I know I never will, though. I'm too afraid of throwing up, but even more realistically, I fear passing out before of the twisting and turning and just standing up makes me very dizzy. My blood pressure is STUPID low. What is something society “expects” you to do that you don’t want to do and/or don’t plan on doing? Have kids. That's a big 'ole fat no from me. Have Jehovah's Witnesses ever come to your door? Twice at least. Are you well-known by people in your area? No. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? No, thank Christ. It sounds terrifying. What's your favourite type of bird? Barn owls. Melanistic ones, to be exact. Stunning. What tv show(s) have you been watching currently? I'm only keeping up with Meerkat Manor: Rise of the Dynasty. Have you ever dated a smoker? For less than a day. Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? Yes. Have you ever been a member in a band? No. Besides the school band. Can you cry on command? If so, have you ever used it to your advantage? No. Do you have separate emails for personal and business? No. Have you ever missed a flight? Yes. Have you ever seen a lunar eclipse? Multiple times. Have you ever taken a ride in a convertible? I think once with my brother. Why did you last need to use a band-aid? I'unno. What fruit do you eat most often? Apples. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? My ma. Has someone ever tried to start an argument with you over Facebook? What happened? A few times. I don't feel like thinking over this. Have you ever had an unusual type of milk (eg. oat, rice, almond)? I've tried almond milk, and I hated it. If you could experience life as a Disney princess for a week, which princess would you pick and why? uhhhhhh idk When you’re at home, do you spend most of your time in your room? I'm essentially always in my room. If you like to sleep in late, have your parents ever told you off for doing so? No. Do you find piercings attractive? Yep. Do you like potato chips? Loooove 'em. What’s the most stalker-like/creepy thing you’ve ever done? If you don’t think you’ve done anything like that, what’s the most stalker-like thing someone’s done to you? Nothing beyond checking Jason's Facebook sometimes after the breakup, I think. Even that though I wouldn't recommend doing. You're just going to get yourself hurt. Stay away from exes' profiles. Do you think it’s a double standard that a woman can hit a man and expect to get away with it, but if a man hits a woman it’s assault? Yep. I don't give a fuck what's in your pants, you don't hit anybody unless you're fighting to defend yourself. What’s your favorite old Disney movie and favorite new Disney movie? I mean... define "old." I'll go with The Lion King for old, and for new, uh... Finding Dory, probs. Name something “trendy” or popular that you dislike. I don't really know what IS trendy right now... Is Snapchat still "in?" Because I've never gotten that. “Dirty talk” in the bedroom…love it, like it, don’t care, dislike it, or hate it? I think I'm kinda neutral about it? Like I mean it also depends on exactly what is said. I prefer more loving talk, though. What is/are your favorite type(s) of ethnic food, and what’s your favorite food within that type? I'm a basic fatass that likes American cuisine most, aha... Like give me a cheeseburger and I'm happy lmao. How would you describe your relationship with your hair over the years? I love it more now at a short length than I ever did long. When it was long and I was in my deepest depression, I was awful about brushing it. It would get so knotted. Like looking back, it nearly makes me shiver. I HIGHLY recommend cutting your hair for anyone who struggles with selfcare. How do you feel about your SO daily/regularly checking up on a couple of his exes on social media? I'm single, but hypothetically, if you're checking an ex's page nearly every day, I would not be okay with that. I'm totally fine with exes remaining friends and just cordially talking now and again, but that's it. It's a respect thing. Do you prefer your guy to wear cologne or not? I personally like cologne if it's not overwhelming. I really don't care if you wear it or not, though. Ladies, how important is it to you that your SO wears/would wear a wedding ring? This survey is so heteronormative. But anyway, unless there was an issue like it not fitting, I'd want my spouse to wear their ring. What was the turning point that led you to decide for or against having children? There are a lot of reasons I don't want kids. I'm too selfish with my "me" time, I stress out too easily, I don't want to dedicate my life to keeping another person alive and fed and happy, I have bad genes... I could go on and on. I just wouldn't be a good, "present" enough mom. I am much more interested in ensuring *I* am okay. Is having your “dream” wedding really that important to have? Not at all. I mean I want a smooth and memorable wedding, but I'm not obsessed with it being perfect. Do you consider it cheating if your SO goes to a strip club and then doesn’t tell you? That's certainly not cheating, but I wouldn't like it. Being secretive about anything in a relationship is unhealthy, imo. I'd be hurt and also very insecure because I wouldn't feel like "enough." How old is too old for trick-or-treating? Honestly? I don't think you ever are. Like come on, does it REALLY matter? Let people have fun. I don't do it because of societal standards, but I would if I didn't care about being judged. Do you sleep with your arms over or under the covers? It depends on the temperature, but I normally wake up with them under. Do you own any t-shirts of your favorite band? I have an Ozzy one stored somewhere, but it doesn't fit me now. There was another I really liked too, but that one is WAY too small now. Fries or onion rings? Fries. I'm not a fan of onion rings. True/False: you’ve had an odd dream this week. Story of my life. I had one last night where I kept dying in different ways, and I actually felt the pain, like drowning in magma. Do you find tattoo sleeves attractive? YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Do you like carving pumpkins? Yeah. What’s an animal you want to have as a pet but can’t? My mom has absolutely forbidden me to get a tarantula (uh, many tarantulas in my case) until I move out, lol. That doesn't stop me from checking Craigslist like every day. ;_; Have your parents ever caught you drinking? "Caught," no. Any time I've drunk, I've had permission or was a legal adult by then. How would you react if your celebrity crush came to your door? First be humiliated at my appearance and then absolutely pass out lmao. Has your mom/dad ever walked in on you kissing or anything more with someone? No, thank fuck. The person you have a crush on is drunk and goes to kiss you, you know they don’t realize what they’re doing, but do you kiss anyways? If I know it's something they wouldn't do sober, absolutely not. What would you prefer to get from a guy/girl: flowers, a hand written poem, a picture he drew of you or a nice night out? Any would be lovely, but the poem would appeal most to me because of the amount of thought that goes into poetry. Do you any shirts with any kind of images of food on them? What? I don't think so, no. Which holiday is the most fun to decorate for? Halloween. What was the first website you had an email account on? Yahoo. Have you ever written a fanfic? No. Tattoos or piercings? Both are grand, but tats win. What’s the last gross movie/show/video you saw? I saw this picture of a snake split open that had eaten another snake. Would you rather live in a huuuge house or a little cozy one? Lil cozy one! I don't want more space than is needed for cleaning reasons, as well as price. Do you have a tutor for anything? No. Who’s the best kisser you know? Jason was. Has anyone ever threatened you with a knife? No. I'd like it to stay that way. (If you’re a girl) Has anyone ever called you "shortie" instead of girl? Ew, no. Do you have a deep voice? For a woman, yes. Do you play games with boys/girls, like 'hard to get’? Hi, I'm an adult. Is there a Sonic where you live? YES. It's my fave fast-food place. What do you like on your pizza? I have three go-tos depending on my mood: Pepperoni, jalapenos, or meat lovers.
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Old Thing Back (2)
Erik Killmonger x Reader
Erik runs into his old high school girlfriend and realizes how much love he still has for her.
Please Note: In this series, there was never a fight for the thrown between Erik and T’Challa. It’s all good between them. Erik became a Seal and used his pull to go to Wakanda in the hopes of just finding his family. Together, he and T’Challa founded the Wakandan Outreach Center in Oakland.
Thanks for the feedback and love. :) excuse any mistakes. enjoy.
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It had been weeks since you ran into Erik… or since he literally ran into you. Good thing you only went running on the weekends. That made it easier to avoid him if you spotted him again. But luckily, you didn’t. You purposely waited until about 9am to go running and you were sure that was why. If he was an early bird, he wouldn’t catch you.
The weekend at come to an end and you were successful yet again at not being run over by your past. You were ready to get back to work to be with your favorite mini humans. You had been a kindergarten teacher for five years and each year, you’d fall in love with your tribe of five year olds like they were your own. This year, your God Daughter, Bella was one of your students. You wouldn’t let Kelly enroll her into any other school. You practically demanded that little Bella be your student. 
You had just picked up your daily Chai Tea Latte from the cafe near Kelly’s house and you were arriving at her home to pick Bella up for school. You were running behind. Your class would be taking a field trip today and you took it upon yourself to make lunches for each student.
As you pulled into Kelly’s driveway, she was rushing out the door with Bella, running late herself. She was called into work early this morning.
“Thank you so much for picking her up, girl. I needed this morning shift.” Kelly says, strapping Bella into her carseat.
“Not a problem. Bella is my baby too.” You smile at the toddler. “Ain’t that right baby girl?”
“Yes.” Bella was all smiles.
“Alright.” Kelly sighed. “You will be a good girl today on your trip.”
“I will, mommy.”
Kelly kisses Bella and closes her door. She waves at you and you pull off, going to school.
When you get there, the bus taking your class on their first ever field trip was there waiting. You get Bella and the lunches out of the car and rush over to find your other students and your teaching assistant, Liza getting settled. You do a headcount to make sure everyone is there before the bus heads to its destination.
“I’ve heard so much about this place and what they’ve done over the summer for kids.” your TA states.
“Hmm?” You were zoned out, enjoying your morning drink.
“The Outreach Center.”
“Oh yeah. Me too. When I heard they were opening this Early Child Development Studio, I knew I had to bring our babies to see what it’s about.”
“I wonder if the King of Wakanda will be there today.” Liza sticks her tongue out making you laugh.
“He is fine ain’t he?” you smirk. “I would not mind becoming a Queen for him.”
“Miss Y/N? Are we there yet?” a small voice from behind you asks you. It’s Tyler. He’s one of your busy body students. He doesn’t like sitting in one spot for too long and is always asking a lot of questions.
You smile at him. “Almost Tyler.” You stretch your neck over the driver's seat to get a good look at the road. “We’re a few blocks away.”
And in just a few minutes, the bus turns into a parking lot next to the building. Glowing blue letters sitting above large, glass doors reading, Wakandan Outreach Center.
“Okay boys and girls. We’re here. Is everyone listening?”
“Yes!” they all answer you.
“Great. We're going to be good guests here. We will stay in line and stay together. Today will be a very fun day. If any of you have to use the restroom, come to me or Miss. Liza and we will find the nearest restroom. Are you guys ready?”
“Yes, Miss. Y/N.”
One by one, the kids jumped off the bottom step of the bus. They made a single file line and followed you into the building with Liza behind them, carrying the lunches. You were met with a beautiful, tall woman in red. Her smile was as bright as the sun. Her presence was breathtaking and even the kids noticed her. You and them were in awe of this gorgeous woman.
“Hello, I’m Mia. You must be the kindergarten class that’s supposed to visit the new Studio today?”
“Yes.” you excitedly shake her hand. Which was amazingly smooth and warm. “I’m Y/N. This is Liza and these are our shining stars.” You turn to your students. “Class 104, this Mia.”
“Hi Mia.” their tiny voices rung out, echoing through the lobby.
“Hello Class 104. Nice to meet you all.” Mia turns to you again. “We’re excited to have you today. Unfortunately, our tour guide, Sasha won't be in today but our Director of Youth Development is here and he’s offered to show you guys around today.”
“Okay, that’s fine. Who is--”
Mia looks to her left. “Here he is now. Mr. Stevens.”
Her words shocked you like lightening. But the person she referred to as Mr. Stevens, made your heart sink into the pit of your belly.
“Good Morning.” his deep voice boomed in your ears. The smile on his face was just as bright as Mia’s. He reaches out to take the box of lunches from Liza. “Could you take this to the cafeteria, Mia?”
You took a few deep breaths, calming your nerves. How is this happening? Why is this happening? You look to Liza who is gazing at him. He reaches his hand out to Liza.
“Good morning. I’m Erik.”
She shakes his hand and her bright cheeks begin turning red. “Um, hi. I’m Liza.”
Erik turns to you with a smirk and his hand out. “Y/N.” he states your name so matter factly.
“Hi, Erik.”
Liza looks confused now. How did you two know each other? She thought.
The smile on Erik’s face was contagious and you couldn’t help but to smile too. Your cheeks going against you. Allegedly. You playfully roll your eyes and avoid meeting his eyes. Your eyes meet with one of your students, Jonathan. He bounces his little brows up at you and winks. You bite back the laughter that threatens to come out.
“Class 104, this is…” You turn back to Erik. “Do you prefer Mr. Erik or Mr. Stevens?”
Erik drags his tongue over his bottom lip, eyes trained on you. He's aware of your struggles. “Mr. Erik is fine.”
“Class… Mr. Erik.”
“Hi, Mr. Erik.” your class sings in unison.
“He’s going to be showing us around today. Are you guys and gals excited?”
“Yes!” the cheery five year olds jump and clap.
A small girl from the back of the group makes her way to the front. She introduces herself to Erik.
“Hi, Mr. Erik. I’m Melody. I’m the line leader, so you can just show me where to go and I’ll take it from here.”
She places her small hand into Erik, shocking him. He didn’t know five year olds could be so damn bold. But he smiled at her and decided he’d go along with it. He gives you a knowing look. You shake your head and look over to Liza, who is trying everything in her to hold back her laugh.
Melody snaps at her class. “Get in line. Me and Mr. Erik will lead the way.” Her class follows her demanding instructions. Erik begins walking with Melody down a large hallway. You watch in disbelief at how your young student took charge as the line began walking away from you. You and Liza catch eyes again and this time, snickers escape from the both of you.
“I can’t lie,” Liza began, “Melody has game. I respect it. She just took your man right under your nose.”
“My what!” your words coming out a bit louder than expected. You see Erik peak behind him to you and Liza. The two of you were trailing the line of jumping kids.
Liza cuts her eyes at you. “You can play stupid with these babies but you can’t play stupid with me Y/N. I peeped how y’all were looking at each other. All cheesy and shit.” Liza swayed her body adding emphasis on her words.
“That’s a bad word, Miss Liza.” Tyler barked.
“My apologies, Tyler.”
You and Liza bite back more laughter.
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Erik leads the class to two large doors with glowing blue lights and Wakandan symbols engraved on them. Early Childhood Development Studio. When Erik opened the doors, it was like a kindergarten teacher's dream classroom. It was neat with a modern decor style but still colorful to draw in a child's attention. The ceiling mimicked a dome with animated visuals playing on the tiles. Rows of white tables with small stability ball chairs. Each table paired with a collection of Crayola Crayons, Markers, Pencils and Erasers. In front of each seat, sat an iPad full of learning apps. To the right of the room, there’s a dry erase board and learning posters. To the left, shelves and shelves of children's books, neatly placed toys--Including a play kitchen, salon, tool boxes. There was an open space covered with a mat that would glow with the same blue color that was on the entry doors.
You and Liza were intrigued to say the least. Your students were in aw as well and being very vocal about it. Erik was pleased to see everyone approving of his design.
“As you can see here,” Erik began explaining, “each student would have their own iPad to stay up to date with the new learning apps that we are developing. We have plenty of utensils here for drawing and expression. The dome is designed for the children to gain an understanding of how the sky and the galaxy works.” he takes a step back to grab an iPad. He taps a few buttons and suddenly the room is darkened and stars and planets paint the ceiling. It’s so realistic that even you, for a second, thought that you were just casted into space. The children voiced their ohs and aws.
“Wow.” you mouthed, looking around you watching a meteorite pass by you.
Erik taps the iPad again and the ceiling goes back to normal. He walks over to the glowing mat, tapping on it and holographic visuals of a young woman with braids pop up. She jumps with joy.
“Hey Shuri, meet Class 104.”
“Hello class.” Shuri waves. The students are bouncing with excitement and wave back to Shuri.
“We have an experiment set up for you.” He tells the class. “Are you ready?”
“YES!” their screams bounce off the walls.
“They’re ready, Shuri.”
“Alright you little geniuses. Have you ever seen a volcano erupt?” Shuri asks as she walks over to a table.
You and Liza are completely mute. You couldn’t believe what your eyes were seeing. Is this real? Like live footage?
Shuri pours a liquid into the top of the volcano and it explodes a lava colored foam.
“Oh my gosh!” one kid yells out.
“My mama won’t believe this.” another says.
Erik laughs at the joyful reactions.
“There’s more where that came from when you guys come and see me later.” Shuri smiles.
“Thanks Shuri. I’ll let you know when we’re ready to come down.” Erik says.
She gives him a thumbs up and Erik taps the mat again and the hologram disappears.
“Erik!” you were stunned. “That was live?”
“Yes. We use holograms to do most of our communication. The mat is designed with vibranium, so it can’t be destroyed and we can use it for science experiments, communication, building blocks… I could go on but I’d rather show you over time.”
“Wow. This is perfect. More kids that come here and we’ll have hella little scientists running around Oakland.” Liza says.
“Why don’t we get them started.” Erik leads the children to the tables. Each of them picking a seat and tapping on the iPads. Erik gets each of them set up with a different app to explore their little brains.
You and Liza help with the set up and before you knew it, each student was in their own little world learning and actually enjoying it. You and Liza were probably enjoying the Studio more than the children.
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To reward your shining stars for being the amazing little learners they were, you and Liza figured that they should have some play time. This would be good for them to use up the rest of their energy before lunch, as well as give you and Liza a break.
As the children played with all of the high tech toys, Liza couldn’t help but to notice the set of eyes trained on you. She hid a knowing smile behind her water bottle as she pretended to take a sip and pretending even harder at listening to whatever you were talking about.
“Mhmm.” is all Liza offered to you.
Liza always has commentary to whatever topic you were babbling about so the lack there of caught your attention.
“Liza, are you listening to me?” you snapped with a bit of attitude.
Her eyes meet yours. “I’m not understanding how you are able to listen to you right now.”
“Excuse me?”
Liza scrunches her nose up. “You don’t sense the demon eyes glaring at you from across the room? Melody may have Mr. Erik,” she adds emphasis to his name, “wrapped around her little finger, but that man has been hawking you since we got here.”
You scoff. “No he hasn’t.” You look up and lock eyes with Erik. He’s sitting on the floor with Melody playing in his dreads like she’s his hairstylist. Just before you could react, Bella approaches you.
“God Mommy… I’m hungry.” she whines.
Saved by the Bella.
You look at your Apple Watch noticing that it’s just passed 11a.m. Lunch Time!
“Okay, baby girl. It’s lunch time anyways.”
Bella waste no time turning back to her fellow classmates and yells, “IT’S LUNCH TIME!”
The children go up on roars. It was adorable how thrilled they were about food. That’s something you could relate to on a soul level. The students line up with joy in their eyes. Erik walks toward you and Liza. Your heart begins picking up its pace.
“Hey. So, I figured we could squeeze some time in to visit our labs after lunch before y’all have to go. That’s cool?” he asked mainly you.
You simply nodded your head. You snapped your neck at Liza when you heard her snickering. Of course Erik noticed and he gave you a very toothy smile. His dimples were on full display and you did the only thing you thought you could… run!
“Alright 104,” you step around Erik and Liza. “Mr. Erik here is going to take us to the cafeteria.”
Bella takes your hand into hers. She looks up at Erik. “Hurry Mr. Erik. I’m dying.”
“Let’s go.” he leads you, Liza and the class to the enormace cafeteria. You were impressed. It was like a mini airport in there. Multiple food options. You immediately set your mind on Stir Fry. Liza’s eyes were glued to the pizza.
Mia met all of you with the class’s lunches. As the children got settled in their seats. you and Liza handed out each lunch and watched as they dug in. You and Liza sat at the end of the table to keep a good eye on the kids. As you began eating your food, a large presence approached behind you. You hear a clearing of a throat. You look up and see Erik with sly smirk painted on his lips. His hands were behind his back.
“Do you ladies mind if I join you?” he asks.
“Nope. Y/N doesn’t mind at all if you join her.” she winks at you. She doesn’t care that you were shooting daggers at her. “My baby-loves need me anyway.”
She rises from her seat next to you and she joins the class. Erik takes ownshipship of her chair.
“I have something for you.” In his hands held a box of brand new AirPods.
“Erik… You really didn’t have to do that.”
Ignoring your protest. “I was expecting to give them to you weeks ago but I guess I scared you away from the park.”
The disappointment in his eyes made you feel bad. “Thank you…”
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
It was more of a statement than a question.
“No--No. It’s just… you have to admit, it was kinda weird. Ya’ know, with the way things were the last time we saw each other.” You found the courage to look in his eyes again. Guilt. Regret. “You were the last person I thought I’d see. A lot of feelings that I thought were dead, surfaced and I--.”
“I understand.” he bit the side of his cheek. He felt the awkwardness between you two when he ran into you. He couldn’t deny it if he wanted to.
“But, the universe has a funny way of doing things.” you added.
“Yeah… I’ve always lived with that regret though. I wish I would’ve said something. Ran after you. I don’t know.”
There was a beat of silence.
“Where did you go?” you finally spoke up.
“College... Naval Academy and MIT.”
“Damn, Erik. I knew you were smart but I didn’t know you were that smart to just go to college at 16.”
A low chuckle escapes his mouth. “Yeah, “he continued, “When I became a SEAL, I got curious. I knew I had family in Africa so I decided to go find them. When I got to the Wakanda… they uh, they accepted me with open arms. My uncle--”
“Wait, wait.” you interjected. “You’re Wakandan?”
“Yeah.” a sly smile crept onto his face.  “T’Challa is my cousin.”
“WHAT THE FUCK!”
Your shock took over you. You had forgotten where you were and who you were with.
“Ohhhh, Ms. Y/N. That’s a bad word.” one of your students yelled out, bringing you back to reality.
You slap your hand over your mouth. “I am so sorry. I will not say it again. I promise.”
“You have to go in the time out chair, Ms. Y/N.”
You felt foolish for not keeping it together in front of your students. “I’m sorry guys, okay? Forgive me.”
Bella approached you. “I forgive you God Mommy.”
You rub her big puff on top of her head. “Thank You, Bella.”
“God Mommy?” Erik looks between the two of you.
“Yes. This is my GodDaughter who is also my student. This is Kelly’s daughter.”
“Kelly! Big mouth Kelly?”
“My mommy doesn’t have a big mouth.” Bella gathered Erik very nicely.
Erik throws his hands up in surrender. “My bad Miss Bella. She doesn't. I’m sorry.”
You send Bella back to sit with her class. You and Erik play catch up until lunch time was over. He took all of you to Shuri’s lab. Shuri showed the kids some of her gadgets. Before you knew it, it was time for you to load your class up on the school bus and take them back to school for them to be released to their parents. Strangely, you weren’t ready for the trip to be over. You internally told yourself that it wasn’t because of Erik but Liza made sure to constantly remind you that Erik was definitely the reason. You felt butterflies every time your eyes met his. It was like no time had been missed between you two. Yes, there was still an elephant in the room between you but this felt nice and if you had to be honest, that could wait. You liked the way he was making you feel.
You were doing your head count when Erik made his presence known just outside of the buses doors. You kindly asked Liza to make sure all of your students were counted for and you stepped off to talk to Erik… again.
He laid down a fly away from your bun. That took you by surprise.
“It was nice seeing you, Y/N. For real this time.”
“Same. I’m glad we were able to talk and things not be, ya’ know, weird.”
They exchange smiles before Erik spoke again.
“I know I’m shooting for the moon right now but I don’t want to miss this moment.”
You waited for him to continue.
“But um, I would like to link up with you again. Minus the work and students.”
He immediately noticed the look of uncertainty forming over your features. He was definitely shooting for the moon, you thought.
“I don’t know, Erik.”
“Hear me out. It’ll be just two old friends catching up and plus… I want to formally apologize for some things.” He slipped a folded piece of paper into your hands, making sure to allow his fingers to linger over yours. He looked you dead in the eye. “You don’t have to figure it out now. Just promise me that you’ll at least think about it, okay?”
A nod was all that you could produce as a reply.
He leaves you with a wink.
When you joined your class on the bus, Liza made kissy faces at you. You blew her off. Unfolding the paper revealed Erik’s phone number. You would think about it. It was the least you could do.
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You were arriving at Kelly’s to drop your God daughter off to her. Bella was great on her first field trip and you wanted to tell Kelly all about her growing little genius.
You relaxed back onto her couch, cuddling up with Bella. Kelly joined you two, thrilled to hear about their adventure. You went on and on about the Children’s studio, the amazing food and science labs. Kelly loved the futuristic things you were telling her. She wanted so badly to take a personal trip to the Outreach Center just for herself. She was a science lover and that was right up her alley.
“Oh my goodness, Bella baby. It sounds like you had so much fun today.” Kelly doted on her young daughter.
“I did, mommy. I even got to meet God Mommy’s boyfriend.”
Your head snapped to look at Bella like she had six heads.
“Her what!”
“Yeah. Mr. Erik.”
“Bella!”
“Mr. Erik huh?” Kelly looks at you with raised eyebrows. “Tell me more Bella.”
“He was nice. He let me and Melody do his hair. He took us all around and showed us a volcano.”
“That’s nice baby, but tell me. How do you know Mr. Erik is God Mommy’s boyfriend?”
“You’re going to listen to a five year old, Kelly?” you question.
“Hush up! Let the child talk.”
“Well,” Bella throws her hands up. “They were looking at each other like this.” She dramatically blinks her eyes and smiles really big.
You cover your face with your hands. You couldn’t believe your god daughter was throwing you under the bus like this. It really be your own people.
“Bella, why don’t you go change out of your school clothes and let me God Mommy talk.”
Bella runs upstairs to her room. You peak between your fingers to see if Kelly was looking at you. Of course she was with a devious smirk, waiting for you to spill the tea.
“Spill it bitch and don’t leave nothing out.”
You sit still in the hopes that you’ll disappear and she won’t press the issue anymore. But no luck. You were still very visible and your best friend was extremely patient. You pull yourself up on the couch.
“Fuck it. There’s no way out of this.” you say to yourself. “Mr. Erik is Erik Stevens.”
Kelly’s eyes damn near pops out of her head. “Erik fucking Stevens? You are lying to me.”
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rinusagitora · 4 years
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The gray comes with you.
Fandom: BLEACH
Characters: Toushirou Hitsugaya, Rangiku Matsumoto
Pairings: HitsuKarin
Words: 1.4k
Summary: Alternate Universe. Ghost!AU. Chapter 1/?, updated on Sundays. WARNINGS- explicit violence;  Toushirou Hitsugaya hasn't lived an easy life. High school is no easier, as Toushirou is being hunted by violent bullies.
AO3
The screech of his alarm clock would open his funeral.
He groaned as he blindly ran a hand over his nightstand in search of his cell. As soon as he was upright, he felt the charge accumulated over his nine hour slumber slough off like water down the drain. It never ceased to amaze him how he stayed on his feet every morning when he was overcome by such a spell.
He opened his music app, played an upbeat pop album to hopefully wake him and cure the dread he woke with every morning with its contagious energy, and then bravely exited the confines of his bedroom.
His home was eerily empty. Momo began to leave earlier and earlier over the course of the last few weeks. She wasn’t home much, but when she was, she locked herself in her room until she left again in the early hours of the morning. His grandmother was a busy editor despite her age. That was alright, of course, but the house was made of early birds and it was surreal when not a thing stirred, like he didn’t belong.
He brushed his teeth, combed his air, quickly tired of his stupid music and tried to find something with more interesting sound, and he left home with a warm Hot Pocket in hand and a creepy podcast in his earbuds. His podcasts were like his friends, the only ones who spoke to him outside of what school required. And he didn’t mind it. Podcasts were only corny, they never made him limp.
The same couldn’t be said for his classmates.
Every morning, when the clock on the face of his school’s exterior appeared over the houses, he felt nauseous. His head turned side to side to scan for company.
The reason he lived most of his academic experience alone was his appearance. His hair was pale, his eyes were unearthly blue-green. The only thing that looked normal about him was his tan. Otherwise, he looked like a wraith. His classmates were unanimously suspicious of him. When he wasn’t ostracized, he wasn’t just picked on, he was often left injured.
He wondered if the omen was the misery it would cause his childhood, or something more sinister he was blind to.
“Hey, Freak-tsugaya!”
His concern was in the present.
He broke into a run for the school entrance. Bazzard and Cang Du, though meatheads, were expert predators. And he was prey, he had little option aside from running.
He rushed through the open front doors and ran head-first into Cang Du’s elbow. He heard the collision, he dropped like a brick to the floor, and stars exploded in his vision as his head landed on the hard tile. 
“Don’t you know to answer when I’m trynna talk to you, freak?” Bazzard asked as he writhed. “Where’ve your manners gone? Do we needa teach you some?”
His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as Bazzard raised his fist. He rolled onto his hands and pushed himself up. Cang Du grabbed him by his neck. He was slammed into the shoe lockers four times. Pain did not capture how it felt: like he was beat against a curb corner instead of thin metal. He spat in Cang Du's eye and kicked him in the groin. Cang Du doubled over with a quiet grunt. When he turned to run, Bazzard grabbed him by his white hair and yanked him to the ground again. His face was stomped on. Blood flooded his mouth, he turned onto his side and spat out his front teeth and blood and mucus.
“What the hell are you sons of bitches doing!?”
Laughter followed in the wake of Bazzard and Cang Du. He cracked his eyes open to meet Rangiku’s grimace.
“Oh geez, they did quite a number on you,” Rangiku winced. She pulled him onto his feet and held him up by his waist. “Kotetsu-san is in today. Let’s get you patched up, kid. You poor bastard.”
He grasped Rangiku’s shoulder. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he told her.
“Me too,” Rangiku replied. “I think you lost some teeth.”
“They’re back there,” he said. “Those two are getting ballsier. I haven’t had any teeth knocked out before.” His tongue ran over the holes in his gums and the cut over his lip. He hoped he didn’t need stitches. He knew better than to hold his breath, though.
“Hitsugaya-kun, we should go to the police. They’re getting out of hand. I won’t be able to swoop in to save you someday, and that may be the day they end up maiming you. Or worse,” Rangiku warned him.
He would have frowned if his face didn’t ache so. He was already such a lonesome boy, Momo and his grandmother knew that. They had their own lives to grapple with and he knew his tribulations only put more stress on them. He couldn’t continue to tax them anymore. “Investigations are lengthy,” he lied, “I understand what you’re telling me, but I can’t do that to my family, Matsumoto.”
Rangiku frowned but said nothing more. He sat on a plastic chair upon entrance into the nurse’s office. The head nurse cursed as she turned around to greet them. He was passed a washrag to catch the blood that poured off his chin onto his top. His uniform was beyond salvaging by that time.
“Can I get a new shirt? I can’t go to class like this,” he asked. 
“You want a new shirt? Hitsugaya-kun, you should be going to the hospital. You need stitches!” Isane scoffed.
“I know you’re trained to handle minor injuries, Kotetsu. Let’s not make a big deal out of this. I just tripped.”
“And got cut that bad?” Isane retorted.
“Shit, I’m not exactly a tumbler.”
Isane’s eyes rolled. “Watch your language. I’ll wash your mouth out with chili peppers.”
“Now you’re only giving me incentive to act even more improper. Momo used to make the best stuffed chili peppers.” He missed his sister’s cooking…. “A-anyways, I would appreciate it if you stitched me up. I’ve got a quiz this morning I can’t miss.” 
“Alright, but I won’t like it.” Isane said. He watched as she prepped topical sanitation and sutures. Rangiku returned with a new shirt for him. He unbuttoned his soiled top and handed it to Rangiku in a bunch. He still oozed blood from the cut across his lips, so he chose to remain topless until he was sewn shut. At least his uniform slacks were a void for stains.
“I hope your sister’s doing well,” Isane said. “The last we met she was acting strangely. She was skittish, and she kept giving me different explanations for her black eye. Do you know anything, Hitsugaya-kun?”
He shook his head. He couldn’t figure out why Isane tried to carry on a conversation when he couldn’t move his face, but he would just be thankful someone took notice of his sister’s behavior too.
Isane made quick work of his face. It wasn’t pretty, but it was functional.
“Take an ibuprofen as prescribed on the bottle, clean the seams with isopropyl alcohol. See me again in about a month and a half so I can take those out. And don’t pick at them,” Isane instructed as he licked up the seam on the inside of his lip.
He thanked Isane and then he buttoned up his borrowed shirt. It was enormous on his tiny frame, but it was worn and comfortable so he supposed it didn’t matter.
“There’s an assembly this morning, Hitsugaya,” Rangiku told him as they left the nurse’s office. “Take a wild guess what it’s about.”
“Bullying again?”
“Bullseye,” she replied. The irony didn’t escape him. “You can crash in the faculty room until classes start.”
“I’m surprised the headmaster thinks it’ll do anything,” he snorted. “Who am I kidding? I’m totally unsurprised by bureaucracy’s naive belief that team spirit and making victims shake hands with their victimizers will fix everything. What a bunch of soft bastards.”
Rangiku smiled sympathetically. “My thoughts exactly. You poor thing.”
He sat on the couch in the staff lounge alone. Rangiku had to supervise the hallways, and that was fine by him. He only realized how exhausted he was when he sunk into the gaudy-patterned cushions. He was too tired to occupy his time with mobile games or homework or even his thoughts. He was sore, he felt like he decayed in that place, like his flesh melted off his bones and his juices seeped into the floor. High school was built to enable the strong and murder the weak. He couldn’t tell who he hated more: the entire establishment, or his feeble self.
Later he peeled himself from the couch and made it to class without any fuss from his schoolmates. He lamely stared at the zigzagged hairline of the girl in front of him until homeroom began. He hoped his lumps wouldn’t interfere with his notes….
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hollandgarden · 3 years
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Coffee and Tea (T.H.) - 11
Word Count: 1,140
I beamed more than ever seeing Tom's soft featured face. He finally stayed over here in this apartment. It could be the only time since we had to find an apartment to live in together; definitely jumping us up to the next level, but we'd be able to handle it.
Tom's eyes slowly fluttered open and a small smile crossed his lips. "Hi, love."
"Morning," I replied, then I sat up and crawled over him to stand up. "Come on, don't want to be arriving late together."
***
Layla and Allie consumed the kitchen when Tom and I came out of my room into the living room.
"Hello there, love birds," Layla cooed, almost mockingly, and she outstretched a tumblr mug of, I assume, coffee.
I stuck my tongue out at her. "Thanks."
We followed her out and we all walked together; Tom naturally grabbed my hand to intertwine our fingers. I continued to sip my coffee as I stood with Layla and we waited for everyone to get ready for the next scene. We were starting with the discussion of powers scene again, just to get another take or two.
Tom was the first ready and he lightly bounced on his feet in Stella and Evie's dorm room set. I laughed and took out my phone to do a small livestream on Instagram; I rarely do them, but felt like this would be an okay moment. No one ever watches them anyway, it's just purely for my amusement.
"Look, guys, it's a wild Tom in his natural habitat." I started to zoom in as Tom looked in my direction and he smiled, shaking his head. He started to walk towards me as I zoomed out and he reached to take my phone.
"Stop it, Cae."
I laughed some more. "Okay, just cause it's you." Quick, though, I switched the camera to face me and turned around so both of us were in the frame. "Shocking he doesn't like to be recorded, isn't it?"
Tom rested his head on my shoulder. "When I'm not in character, no, not particularly."
"Tom, it's time to start," Chris called.
He kissed my cheek now. "I'll talk to you after, love."
"Okay."
I hit end on the livestream.
Layla shook her head. "Do you realize how many people saw that?"
"No, but couldn't have been many. It's not like my instagram blew up or anything."
"It only takes seconds for people to share it and for others who don't normally follow you to watch it... I'm shocked you didn't know that."
I was a bit taken back at the punchiness in her tone, but I knew she meant well. I didn't think it's a bad thing that people got the sense we're together. Why would there even be a problem with it though? I know I sound a bit naive... but seriously.
"Layla, I get the sense you're concerned here... Yeah, Tom received a lot of love from a lot of girls after the release of Civil War, then Spider-man Homecoming, Infinity War, and so on, but I don't think there's going to be a problem."
"Just know I'll fight if there is."
I laughed under my breath, "Thanks, Layla."
***
"This blonde bitch who is not only making millions off of this stupid series is now dating Tom Holland?"
"What was the universe thinking with this pair?"
"Tom deserves someone who's sweeter and more kind."
"I hate the fact I came on twitter to hear this news."
I dropped my phone to stop from reading more tweets to Allie, Layla, and Tom. Then I pulled my knees to my chest, wrapped my arms around them, and rested my head on top of my knees.
"This is why I don't go on Twitter as often," Tom commented, his tone lightly playful despite the drama.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I'm not quite understanding the backlash here. Honestly, no offense to you, babe, but it's not like you're some member of a popular boy band."
Allie chuckled, "But he is MCU's Spider-man. It automatically puts him in the same spectrum. I'm surprised you weren't aware of that, Iron Man lover."
"Petty and jealous is what they are," Layla added in. "I'd take this all as a compliment. They're threatened by the fact that you snatched that snack."
I cringed so hard and didn't have to look to know Tom did as well; I could feel it.
"Layla, please never say that again."
She shrugged. "It's true though. I have no regrets."
I rested my forehead on my knees now. "What should I do guys?"
"Nothing. They don't deserve a response," Allie answered evenly.
I looked at her and then at Layla to see if there was the same confirmation of answer in her face. She seemed to be stirring something else though.
"What're you thinking, Layla?"
"I think you should post a cute selfie of you and Tom. Show those girls off."
Classic Layla plan, and part of me was feeling it. I set my legs down and grabbed my phone. I sifted through the selfies Tom and I had, and finally settled on two; one was Tom and I cuddled close as made stupid faces, we'd both been wearing our glasses that day, and the other was of Tom kissing my cheek. They're both sort of cheesy and cliche to post, but I think that just made this more petty. I typed out my caption of "So happy to be with this adorable idiot<3" and hit post for Instagram and shared it to Twitter.
Tom shook his head, unamused.
"I think you should get on Twitter again," I stated.
"Oh no. It's pointless ammunition."
Allie laughed. "That's sort of the point of Twitter though."
The girls and I watched him as he thought and finally he sighed, "Fine."
He opened up the app to login, but before he could form a tweet, Layla snatched his phone and typed out one for him and hit send.
I looked at it and sighed heavily. Some of the replies were what I was thinking; everyone thought I sent it.
Oh well.
@TomHolland1996: I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world. Wouldn't trade her for anyone. I love you bby<3 <3 @CaeWhite
"Layla, he wouldn't say that."
Tom took his phone to read it, obviously curious. "Why wouldn't I? It's true."
"I just mean the way baby is spelled, and that's something you rarely call me."
"But baby, I do love you," Tom mocked lightly in an American accent, deviousness in his eyes.
"Okay, if you're good with the tweet." I went to my account again and retweeted his tweet. Just tying the bow to be perfectly petty. Yes, not a mature adult way to go about it, but having fun is what I'm about sometimes.
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soft-baby-dobrik · 5 years
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sucker // david dobrik
a/n: okay so this was a request and i have never done an imagine like this BUT IMA GIVE IT A SHOT AND HOPE IT TURNS OUT GOOD AND WHAT THE ANON WANTED!!!! also the idea is actually SO CUTE I LOVE
REQUEST: Can you make one with David in it where it’s inspired by the new Jonas Brothers song “Sucker”?
summary: david is whipped for you and everyone jokes him for it, but he isn’t ashamed.
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David had done everything in his power at all times to treat you like a princess and make you feel wanted always. Anything you needed or wanted, he would do everything he could to give it to you or get it for you. The fact you never took advantage of this was what made him love you even more. Everyone saw this and knew he was head over heels for you. Some would say blinded by his love, but no one described it that way because you were the most caring and loving girlfriend to him. Truth of the matter was, he loved spoiling you. If you needed anything, even the dumbest thing, David was there as soon as he could be with it. As much as everyone thought it was adorable, they had to joke him for it, it’s the Youtuber way.
So many comments and jokes were made, all varying in degree. David would just laugh it off always, or roll his eyes. Being his girlfriend, you saw all the footage of the boys teasing him and joking him about how whipped he was for you. He never denied it, because he knew he was. There was no question that he would go to the ends of the Earth for you.
We go together
Better than birds of a feather, you and me
We change the weather, yeah
I'm feeling heat in December when you're 'round me
With you, it was so easy. Everything came easy. The smiles, the laughs, the happiness, the love all came without effort. From the day he met you, he knew he wanted you, and you felt the same way. It was so easy and natural with him and you both clicked instantly. The whole group tried to set you two up, and before you knew it, David took you on a sort of date and next thing you knew, he kissed you outside of the restaurant. It was a spur of the moment because he saw you laugh loudly and you both stopped for a moment and he was so close to you. If he overthought it, he would have chickened out so he did it with no thought. Both of you were shocked, but you kissed him back immediately. That was just the beginning.
I've been dancing on top of cars and stumbling out of bars
I follow you through the dark, can't get enough
You're the medicine and the pain, the tattoo inside my brain
And, baby, you know it's obvious
No one had to tell you David cared about you. He made it known every moment of everyday. Whether it was through his sweet words or actions, he showed that he loved you. In his eyes, you were the most important thing and his number one priority. When you came into the friend group, David’s heart was mending. He told you multiple times and made multiple jokes on how he was never going to find love and questions if it existed. You were the one that sat by his side through it and made him laugh. His heart would beat out of his chest in your prescience and yours did the same. Both of your feelings were obvious for one another. Unintentionally, he began to fall for you. At first he did not even notice it, and before he knew it, he would have to bite on his bottom lip to stop his urge to kiss you. You had saved him from keeping his heart off limits. You showed him that love is real and that he could be loved and cared for.
I'm a sucker for you
You say the word and I'll go anywhere blindly
I'm a sucker for you, yeah
Any road you take, you know that you'll find me
I am a sucker for all the subliminal things
No one knows about you (About you), about you (About you)
And you're making the typical me break my typical rules
It's true, I'm a sucker for you, yeah
David was a complete sucker for you. Every part of you made him weak and he could not control himself around you. His heart was off limits and the second you came in and you began to mend it, he broke his rule of staying out of a relationship. From the beginning, he wanted to know everything about you, the good, the bad, and the hurt. He listened to your own fears and made sure to diminish any worry you had, just like you did for him. It was his job to make you feel happy and treat you like the princess you were. Many guys had ruined you and your own heart before David met you, and he made it his job to fix that.
He had done everything he could to make you happy and comfortable in your relationship together, you knew that. How determined he was to make you happy constantly was what made you love him.
Today was like any other day with you lounging around at David’s house. Natalie was there and so were a couple others. You had taken a nap and did not know people were coming over, so when you walked out in one of David’s oversized sweaters, you padded down the hallway. There he sat on the couch with a blanket covering his lap with Zane and Todd on the couches. Your cheeks flushed since you did not have pants on, but you were not aware of company. David’s smile shown beautifully as he saw you.
“Hi, beautiful,” he said as you hurried over to sit next to him. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around you to pull you close to him after you got under the blanket. There was a slight chill in the house, making you shiver.
“Hi,” you mumbled, cuddling into his warm chest, still slightly sleepy.
“Are you cold? Do you want me to get another blanket?” he asked, worriedly. Todd and Zane snickered at him.
“Or some tea to warm you? Or maybe I’ll buy you a $1000 gucci heated blanket!” Zane joked, making David roll his eyes with a smile and you giggle.
“Dude, you’re so fucking whipped,” Todd laughed, looking over to him. “I bet if she even mentioned liking another car you’d buy it for her right now.” You laughed a little since a situation similar to this had happened, making you smile at your sweet boyfriend. With the thought in mind, you pressed a small kiss to his cheek, making him return the smile.
“You’re right. I would do just about anything for y/n,” David responded, confidently.
“Bro you are so pussy whipped it is actually kind of sad,” Todd laughed, a somewhat joking tone in his words. David’s normal demeanor changed. What usually would be a witty remark with a laugh, was now a tense silence.
“You know you guys kinda give me shit for this all the time,” David said, annoyed. “And I don’t know why. She is my girlfriend. She is the best to me and there’s nothing wrong with wanting to spoil her and make her happy,” David continued, as you traced patterns on the back of his hand, awkwardly.
“We’re not saying it’s bad. You just do anything she wants, like without her asking for things,” Zane laughed. Clearly, both him and Todd were teasing him about being whipped for you, like it was less manly of David.
“You do realize that, I don’t ask for him to do it, but it shows that he’s thoughtful and cares. He listens to me when i talk about stupid things and next thing I know he is surprising me with it. That’s not what it’s all about, but it is beyond sweet and very fucking attractive that he cares like this,” you said, sweetly. All of them knew you had no cruel intentions and nobody was offended.
“Look, I know I’m whipped as fuck for y/n, but I fucking love it,” David beamed. “You guys don’t get it. When I do something, even something small and stupid to you guys, she gets all smiley and happy and it makes me happy. And the sex is even better when she’s happy,” David smiled, cheekily at the end.
“David!” you exclaimed, laughing a little. His head ducked down to press a kiss to your forehead. Zane and Todd laughed loudly.
“You’re such a pussy,” Todd laughed, directing it to David.
“Maybe I am, but guess who’s getting more pussy than you,” David shot back, pulling you into his lap. Zane and you both laughed as Todd mocked being offended. “Joke me all you want, but I’m not about to stop spoiling her because you guys think I’m over the top. I mean, look at her, who wouldn’t wanna spoil her like the princess she is,” he continued and you shook your head.
“Maybe we’re all just depressed and lonely,” Zane jokingly spoke. Every one chuckled as you laid your head in the crook of his neck.
“Or maybe you guys are just sickeningly cute together,” Todd shrugged, making you grin.
“I mean, have you seen David? He’s beyond cute,” you giggled. Todd made a disgusted noise before everything settled down and they continued to watch the movie. David had his arms around you, lazily.
His head bent down to whisper, “I am whipped as fuck for you and proud of it.”
“I am crazily in love with you and proud of it,” you whispered back as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“And also you in my sweater right now is hot as fuck,” he added, leaning to press a soft kiss to your neck. You bit back a smile as you leaned into him to watch the movie, but really you were just watching David.
a/n: so like idk exactly what this is and i’m sorry??? i feel like i failed but it’s cool it’s fine. and i typed this on my phone bc i started it and tumblr wouldn’t let me edit it on my computer, only on my mobile app so rip.
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chapter 16: road dogs and glass eyeballs
Friday, October 26th, 1990
“I still can’t believe you came to see me off, Luce! You sure Jeff didn’t mind? Doesn’t his flight leave soon?”
“Nah, we said goodbye this morning.”
“You really should have stayed in bed with your man and snuggled like the adorable otters you are.”
My friend giggles, although I’m not quite sure where she’s managing to come up with the oxygen, since my brother basically has her in a stranglehold as we all stand on the curb a little ways off from the Greyhound bus in the very early hours of the morning, getting ready to say goodbye. I’m trying hard not to think about the goodbye part.
She eases herself free and kisses his cheek. “Yeah, but I know he’s getting back in a few days. You? Who knows when you’re gonna grace us with your presence again.”
“Yeah, well, Portland’s a lot closer than Asheville.”
I interject, “we’ll come down and see you once you get settled in, promise. We’re due for a road trip.” Lucy bounces on her heels in affirmation, but Alex lets out a huff of disapproval.
“Don’t listen to ‘em, man, these two will suffocate you if you let them. Especially this one,” Alex ruffles my hair, “just go live your life, enjoy it. We’ll see you around.”
His words feel like a boot print on my chest. I swallow hard, as if that’s going to wash away the tread marks.
“But, call when you get in anyway, okay?” I curse the little quaver in my voice, which I know is what’s making Alex roll his eyes.
“I will, I will,” Patch sighs, but with a loving smile quirking his mouth.
The hiss of the bus’s air brakes makes me wince, and we all turn to watch the rest of the small group of passengers start climbing on board, or hugging their loved ones, or fussing over luggage in the storage bay. Luggage… oh right, I’d almost forgotten…
“Hey, kiddo, I forgot, I have one more thing for you in the car…”
“For fuck’s sake, Cora,” Alex ribs, but I walk past him unblinkingly, leading my brother back out to the parking lot where I can talk to him in peace.
Patch’s forehead wrinkles questioningly as I open the hatch of the Rabbit and thrust a bike wheel into his chest.
“Here, hold this, I had to pop it off to fit the whole thing in the back…”
I wrestle my bike out of the tight space and frown back over at the bus. “Huh, I thought there was a bike rack on those things, but I guess not… well, a cable lock will keep the wheel and the bike together in storage until you get there. It’s a quick release attachment, you know how those work?”
“Cora, slow down, what…” Patch’s shoulders shake with a soundless laugh as he watches me fidget with the bike.
“What do you mean, what?”
“You’re not giving me this thing, are you?”
“That’s the plan.”
He shakes his shaggy head. “No can do, C, it’s a sweet idea but it’s yours.”
“Yeah, well, it was also my idea for you to leave your truck all the way back in western Carolina in the first place, and I don’t like the idea of you all on your own in a new town with no way to get around.”
“They’ve got buses and shit, Cora.”
“Humor me, you brat,” I finish working the bike lock key off my key chain and thrust it into his hand. Something in his face contracts, and he pulls me into an embrace.
“Love you, C.”
“Love you more.”
“Try to be happy, okay?”
“Mmhmm,” I affirm, squeezing him tighter.
We rejoin Lucy and Alex on the curb, help Patch stow his one small duffel bag and new-old bike underneath the bus, and start to hug our goodbyes. None of the words being said seem to want to stick in my numb, fuzzy brain. The only things immediate enough to feel real are the last little squeeze he gives my shoulder before climbing onto the bus and the look of excitement on his face as we wave him off.
Lucy wraps her arms around my neck from behind in a fond hug, leaning her head against mine. “He’ll be alright.”
I swallow hard again and nod, not willing to unclench my teeth just in case that’s the only thing keeping me from crying.
“You two are unbelievable. He’s a grown man, he’ll be fine,” Alex grumbles.
Without even turning my head, I know exactly what kind of glare Lucy’s giving him. But instead of arguing with him, she lets go of me and turns me around. “So, I gotta head back and get to work, but it’s movie night tonight…”
“Oh, right.” I’d lost track.
“...but I feel like heavier artillery’s in order. Night out?”
I glance at my boyfriend to gauge his reaction. “Oh, I don’t know, I mean, Alex is leaving Sunday morning, I probably ought to --”
“No, hey, it’s cool,” he cuts in, “I can go game over at Brian’s, you girls have fun.”
Lucy smiles and starts to chatter about what we might do for a girls’ night while we walk back to the Rabbit, but I’m stuck on Alex and his eagerness for a night apart so soon before a whole week of nights apart. We really are done here, aren’t we? What are we even doing?
***
“So, have you decided what you want to be?”
Cora’s rummaging through the thrift store’s bargain bin of hats as she asks me about Halloween. There’s a thing next week at the Tavern with a drink special if you show up in costume, and I’d talked the guys into it the other night. Cora took a little more convincing, but I think the prospect of sitting home in an empty house finally got to her, and she agreed to play along. Normally, I don’t think Alex leaving town for a week would have her feeling quite this down -- after all, they’re pretty good at managing time apart for her research trips -- but it’s obvious how intensely she’s already feeling the void left by her brother. She’s keeping it together admirably, but everything about her is more subdued since this morning.
“I have absolutely no idea,” I tell her as I pluck a fuzzer off of a pair of red velvet platform heels. “I was thinking I could just recycle the flower child from last year, I still have the fringed vest.”
“Oh come on, we can do better than that. What’s Jeff going as?”
“Larry Bird.”
“Typical,” she snorts. “I’ll only acknowledge it as a success if he wears the super short 70’s shorts.”
“Oh, bet on it,” and we crack up loudly enough that the only other patron in here on a Friday night looks up from his careful inspection of a broken camera to figure out what we’re laughing at.
We poke around the racks, trying various things on for size, debating costume ideas for the creatively and budgetarily challenged, and ultimately settle on plans for us both. Pleased that I managed to incorporate the velvet shoes into my own idea, we pay for our finds and walk the few blocks to the bar where we’d planned to have a drink. On our way, we catch up on each other’s lives. Her frustration with her advisor Jim, who keeps forgetting to send in a recommendation letter for her fellowship application. My annoyance with Greta for piling more responsibilities on my plate after someone else in our department quit. Her excitement over finally getting a chance to listen to the new Neil Young album. The stray cat that I’ve been seeing in our building parking lot, who looks ready to have her kittens and who I’ve been leaving food out for. Where we’d actually go on a road trip, not just to Portland to visit Patch but throughout the whole West. It’s a steady, comforting rhythm that’s rudely interrupted by a sleazy guy about our age who’s already three sheets to the wind when he catches up to us on the sidewalk as he walks the same direction.
“Damn, where are you fine ladies heading tonight?”
I have to try not to laugh as I watch the loathing seep out of Cora’s every pore. Half the fun of going out anywhere with her is watching her destroy buffoons like this one, who only seem to materialize when we don’t have our usual herd of guys in tow. But she’s in a quieter mood tonight, so I decide it’s my turn.
“Just out for a walk,” I respond in a neutral tone.
“And may I app..ccompany you?” he hiccups, I guess trying to seem gentlemanly but failing miserably.
“No thanks, it’s a girls’ night tonight, just want to spend time with my best friend,” I throw an arm around her shoulder because I could have sworn I just heard her growl.
He clucks his tongue. “Ahhh, I get it, I get it, that’s *hicc* that’s beautiful. I just,” he slurs, and at the sound of Cora grinding her teeth I have to look over and stifle a laugh so the asshole won’t notice, “I’m out here looking for the same thing as everybody, y’know? Just trying to find love, my girl, my one and only, my road dog…”
“Your road dog.” Cora repeats in monotone, no longer able to resist the temptation.
“Yeah!” the guy enthuses. “My road dog, you dig?”
“I do not.”
“Like, my best friend, my road dog, the one I wanna travel this wild and crazy life with *hicc*, you know how it is. Well, I don’t wanna bother you no more, you girls be good,” he gives us a sleepy grin and disappears around the corner while we continue straight.
“Calling a girl a dog is a special kind of pickup line fail,” Cora cackles.
“Points for originality though, I kinda love the whole road dog thing.”
“You do?” she shoots me a withering glare.
“Yeah!” I stop on the sidewalk and drop to one knee, holding her hand while she looks at me like I’ve totally lost it.
“Cora, my darling, my dream, would you… be my road dog?”
“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” We hold hands and skip the rest of the block.
***
Sunday October 28th, 1990
“Hey, Red, guess I missed you, uh… hi, it's Stone, obviously, what other rude motherfucker would call you at this hour? Anyway, uhm, I just… wanted to say hi, and fill you in on our New York happenings… oh, Kelly had a thrilling brush with the law today, it's a long and pointless story and I really wanna bore you with it if you're around. Call me, okay? The number here's… shit, hang on, what is it again?...”
Why does the sound of his stupid, rambling voice make me grin like such an idiot? It probably helps that no one’s watching, I guess. I wouldn't be caught dead smiling at Stone like this in person because I know I’d never hear the end of it. Someone has to keep him in line.
I grab a notepad while I listen to him look up the number in his room and read it to my machine. I didn't miss his call by much, it's not even 7:30 here yet, so I figure I have time to shower before I call him back. He’ll probably be up late anyway because of the time difference that he obviously forgot about. There's no reason to rush, and I’ve got the whole apartment to myself now.
But I’m rushing anyway.
After I shower and throw on whatever sweatpants and shirt are closest, I fold my legs up and sit on the couch with the phone, wiping away the occasional stray drip of water from my sopping wet hair, and dial the number he left. He answers on the second ring.
“Hello?”
“Okay, bore me.”
I'm greeted by the laugh he makes when he's feeling particularly pleased with himself. “Hey Red, you got my message?”
“Obviously, idiot.”
“Hi to you too,” he sasses. “Jesus, where are your phone manners? I’d make a crack about you being raised in a barn, but in your case it's probably true and I wouldn't want to make you relive the trauma, so…”
“Ooh, etiquette lessons from the most obnoxious, sarcastic piece of shit I’ve ever met? Gee golly mister, sign me up.”
“I think my rates are a little steep for you, Red.”
“Oh really? What do you charge?”
“If you have to ask, you can't afford me.”
“I’ll cry myself to sleep tonight.”
“Is this you using your manners? Try again.”
“Hi, Stone.”
“Hi, Cora. Sorry to bug you so late, is this a good time?”
“I called you, man.”
“Fair.”
“And it's way later there than it is here, anyway.”
“Ah, fuck it, I’m still on Seattle time, this trip’s not long enough to adjust. Whatcha been up to?”
“Mostly studying for that exam I’ve got on Tuesday, but I needed a break, so I just got back from a run and got your message.”
“You know, I thought I could detect a rank, sweaty odor as soon as my phone rang…”
“Well either you should call your doctor about those olfactory hallucinations, or you should tell Jeff to throw those damn hats in the washer already. Anyway, it’s not me, I just showered.”
“Ah.”
He’s quiet for a beat, so I decide to prod him. “And what are you up to?”
“Nothin’. Being lazy in bed.”
“Aww, that’s kinda cute. Tell Jeff I said hi.”
“Jeff’s out with Kelly tonight, so it’s just me.”
I shift my position a little on the couch to distract myself from the odd little thrill that just shot down my spine.
“Just you, huh?”
“Yup, you got me all to yourself,” he jokes, pouring the seduction on thickly.
“You’re a pig, Stone, it’s not like I asked 'what are you wearing’ or some seedy shit.”
“T-shirt and boxers,” he says bluntly.
“I didn't ask! ...where the fuck are your pants, dude?”
“It’s almost midnight and I’m in bed, why the fuck would I be wearing pants? This is what I always sleep in.”
“Again, for the record, I did not ask.”
“Why, what do you wear to bed, a Victorian nightgown?”
“New subject, please.”
“Oh my God do you wear a nightgown??”
“NO!” I laugh, my cheeks reddening.
“Then what? You're not getting out of this without telling me, Red, I told you mine.”
“I DIDN'T ASK.”
“I'm gonna have to get a look at this nightgown when I get back, I feel like it's got to be fuckin’ awful if you're trying this hard to avoid telling me about it. Like, high neckline, ruffled hem, puffy sleeves…”
He sounds way too gleeful for me to believe he’s ever going to drop this, so I brace myself to rip off the band-aid. “Icantsleepinclothes,” I mutter.
“Excuse me? Didn't catch that.”
“I can't sleep in clothes. I go to bed naked.”
“Oh… oh.”
“Yeah.”
“No nightgown then.”
“Uh uh.”
“Well okay then.” He’s quiet for an excruciating pause, and then, “point of clarification, are you in bed now?”
“I am not, you pig. I am studying on my couch, fully clothed.”
“You're no fun,” he baits me.
“NEW TOPIC,” I shout, mostly just to drown out my own laughter to avoid encouraging him.
He fills me in on their trip so far, which has included a case of mistaken identity that landed poor Kelly in jail for a few hours while he and Jeff were occupied in meetings. Overall, though, the trip seems to be leading to a productive resolution with the old record label people. I forgot how much I love talking to him like this, aimlessly. Even when we lose the thread of the conversation and sit together in silence, it doesn’t feel weird, it just feels peaceful.
“I had a dream about you last night, you know.”
“Yeah? Good dream, I hope?” His words are innocuous enough, but I can hear his smile permeating his voice, that stupid challenging smirk.
“Ugh, not like that kind of dream, gross,” but I'm smiling too as I tangle my fingers in the phone cord. We're both talking in quieter voices all of a sudden, too, even though there's no one to overhear us and nothing of consequence being said.
“Oh yeah, disgusting. Absolutely revolting,” he cackles in that breathy, almost silent way he has when he thinks he's being utterly hilarious.
“You wanna hear about it or not?”
“Definitely.”
“Be nice, then. I should warn you, I have extremely weird dreams…”
“Ooh, a disclaimer,” he says in a scandalized tone, “now we're gettin’ to the fun stuff, lay it on me.”
“You're a pig.”
“Mmm, so you said.”
“I just mean like surreal, kind of psychedelic, but very vivid. Nothing’s straightforward in my dreams, ever.”
“I'm dying to know how you dreamed of psychedelic me, then.”
“Well, I guess it wasn't technically a dream about you…”
“Tease!”
I'm so stupid for blushing, ugh.
“Pain in the ass. You weren't really in it, you were just the first person I wanted to tell about it when I woke up.”
“...aww, really?”
“Really.”
“...Cora… that's so sweet…”
“Maybe you should reserve judgement until you hear it.”
“Well, I’m all ears.”
“Okay…” I take a deep breath and slump deeper into the couch, trying to figure out the best way to explain my weird little world to him. “So, the first thing to understand is that in the dream, the Earth isn't really a planet in outer space, okay, it's… it's a glass eyeball in a jar…”
“This is what made you think of me??”
“Damn it, man, have a little patience,” I laugh.
“Patience is my middle name,” he deadpans.
“Well, they can’t all be winners. Wait, what actually is your middle name?”
“Carpenter. You didn't know that?”
“No, asshole… wait, really? Stone Carpenter Gossard?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Your parents really went all in on a theme, huh? Respect.”
“Yeah, well, the hippie streak runs deep.”
“Clearly. I like it, though. Anyway, if you're such a know-it-all, what's my middle name?”
“It's, uh… fuck, I don't think you’ve ever told me.”
“Which means you have to guess!”
His groan of irritation gives way to a low little laugh. “Hmm… let me think…”
After a long pause, I’m pretty sure he's striking out. “Admit defeat, Stoner, you got nothing.”
“Give me a chance… okay, Cora… Cora…” Move along, nothing to see here, just Stone sighing my name, that doesn't affect me in the slightest, nope… “Cora Something Shaw…”
“Compelling, but incorrect.”
“You're impossible.” His grin broadcasts itself through the phone again. “Well, in order to suit you, it has to be something short and matter-of-fact… nothing flowery…”
“You're getting warmer.”
“...and you’re a good little Catholic girl,” ...nope, that doesn’t affect me in the slightest either, Jesus if you save me right now I promise I’ll believe in you again... “so it's probably some saint bullshit… Maria? Theresa? Anne? Joan?”
“Ha, colder. Except for the monosyllabic part.”
“Okay, I give, what is it?”
“You got closer than I’d like to admit, to your credit, but you forgot the hippie dad.”
“In my defense, I didn't know you had a hippie dad. This isn't the paterfamilias asshole, is it?”
“Nope. That's the stepdad. My actual dad is a whole other story.”
He’s quiet for a beat before speaking up in that same tender, vulnerable tone I heard for the first time at the cafe, when he’d asked if he could call. The tone I've been wanting to hear again ever since, against all my better judgement.
“I’d like to hear it sometime.”
“Hmm. Maybe when you get back. So, any last guesses?”
“I give. You got me.”
“Really? You're folding? That's damn disappointing, Stone.”
He chuckles. “If this is the worst way that I manage to disappoint you, we’re in good shape. What's your fucking name, huh?”
“Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes…”
“Hang on… monosyllabic… Lane? Cora Lane Shaw?”
“Ding ding! That's me!”
“Huh. It suits you. Very strange.”
“Hey, thanks,” I sass him.
“No, no, I mean it… like, I’m sure they couldn't have known when they named you, but it's the perfect song. The surface seems wholesome enough, but the closer you look, the more… ‘off' it seems, the more interesting and cryptic it gets…”
“I can deal with being interesting and cryptic.” I bite my lip in, which is stupid because there's no reason to hide how hard I’m smiling when I’m by myself.
“Well, good, because that's you. Speaking of which, back to eyeballs…”
“What? Oh, right… okay, so we're all living on this glass eyeball suspended in a jar, right, just sitting forgotten on a dusty shelf somewhere in a warehouse or something… and the jar is filled with some kind of gas, I guess that's our atmosphere, and stabilized by electromagnetic fields so the eyeball can float.”
“Right, okay…”
“Well, it was supposed to be a sterile environment, but something went wrong, or someone screwed up, I don't know, but something started growing on the eyeball. So all the life on Earth we’ve ever known… dinosaurs, trees, amoebas, dogs, cats, humans… that’s all we are, we’re all just eyeball fungus.”
He's silent for a long time, and I imagine his face looking the stupid smug way it always looks before he launches into a typical sarcastic takedown, but when he finally speaks again, his voice sounds so sincere, almost childlike.
“How do day and night work inside the jar?”
My smile splits so wide it's hurting my cheeks. “I... I don't remember. I’d have to go back in the dream and look it up.”
“You can do that??”
“Sure, I do it all the time… can't you?”
He lets out a soft laugh. “Baby, I think our dreams are such entirely different animals, I couldn't begin to relate.”
I don't give a fuck whether he can relate, or about much of anything else, except wanting him to call me that again... “Well, uhm, you’ll have to tell me some of your dreams so I can be sure. I showed you mine…” holy shit, did I just say that?
“Hah. I don't have anything to offer on this scale of creativity. I don't even remember most of them, and the ones I do are just your typical, mundane, playing-a-show-in-your-underwear-type stress dreams, shit like that.”
And now I'm picturing him in his underwear for the second time tonight. Fantastic. Doesn't he know my subconscious don't need any outside help objectifying him lately? Focus! What were we talking about? Oh yeah...
“Anyway, one thing I do remember is that the stars are not real.”
“Oh, inside the jar? That makes sense. What are they, do we know?”
“It’s a scientist’s dream, of course we do. A long time ago, people got sick of having nothing to look at at night. So someone climbed up there and pasted a bunch of random stuff on the inside of the jar for the people-fungus to look at and dream about. But over time, the sticky stuff wears off, right? and the pictures fall down, and someone has to climb back up there and paste the ‘stars’ back into place. So, somewhere, there's a real Stairway to Heaven, just for that purpose: for the one person whose job it is to climb up and put the stars back up when they fall.”
The silence stretches on long enough that I fear we’ve been disconnected. “...Stone? You there?”
After what feels like an age, his voice drifts over the line, barely above a whisper.
“And this is what you woke up wanting to tell me?”
“Yeah… it's stupid, I know…”
“It's not stupid at all, it's… that's beautiful.”
“No, it's definitely stupid, all my dreams are. I just woke up and... you were the first person I thought of who might possibly understand.”
“...I love it, Cora.”
“Really?”
“Mmhmm. Really.”
After another long pause, I ask, “You okay over there?”
“Yeah, never better. Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“How your brain must work, if that's the normal dream output you're used to. It's gotta be pretty wild in there.”
“I mean, I think it's just nonsense most of the time, odds and ends that get mixed up from my waking life and jumbled into stories.”
“Yeah, but like, that's a pretty intricate story. And you remembered it! I'm jealous, I wish I remembered more of mine.”
“I guess the thing about being an artist is that all your creativity comes out when you're conscious, huh?”
“Mmm, maybe. So, uhm… tell me another one? Please?”
Damn him, when did he get so endearing? “I don't know, this exchange is feeling a little one-sided… I think maybe I need to limit you to one dream a day, especially if you don’t have any good ones for me.”
“Aww, come on.”
“Nope. Go to bed, call me tomorrow, maybe I’ll have a new one for you.”
“I’ll settle for an old one, they're all new to me.”
“You’re getting greedy.”
“Oh, unabashedly,” he laughs. “Come on, just a short one? Maybe your dreams’ll rub off on me and I’ll have a better one to tell you tomorrow.”
“Uhm… well, there is this great one I’ve had several times --”
“Oh, god damn it,” he grumbles.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I just forgot, I might not be able to call tomorrow night, we have a dinner thing. Fuck.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, well, hopefully anyway. If everything goes well tomorrow we were gonna go celebrate a bit. And if not, I guess drown our sorrows.”
“Aww, poor thing, getting wined and dined by record execs, what a terrible burden it is to be cool.”
“Yeah,” he sighs, “but this is pretty cool too.”
“What?”
“This. Just... having all kinds of time to sit and talk to you about nothing. Kinda like when you were in Alaska, remember?”
“Yeah,” I bite back another grin, stretching my legs out and savoring the softness of his voice. “It's almost like I like you best when you're three thousand miles away.”
“My band needs to make it big and start touring aggressively, then. Just think how likeable I’ll be from Australia.”
“Better yet, I oughta launch you to the moon, you’ll be irresistible.”
“There’s a thought,” he murmurs. “Want me to hang the stars back up while I'm up there? It's no trouble, it's on my way.”
“Yes, please.”
“You got it, baby.”
Silence is definitely the safest policy because I have no idea what might come out of my mouth in response to his sleepy, affectionate whisper. I decide instead to focus on restoring my breathing, which has gotten a little too fast, a little too uneven, like we’ve been running from something. Or towards something. I don't even know which way we're running. How did a phone call become so reckless?
Thankfully, Stone doesn't seem to have much to say either. His breathing comes more evenly over the phone than mine feels, so I try to follow along with it. Soon he starts to breathe deeper, and slower, and I wonder if maybe he's falling asleep. I open my mouth to ask if he's still there, but the image of him asleep in bed with the phone to his ear is so sweet that I can't bear to disturb him, although don't want to hang up on him either, because the thought of him waking up later to nothing but a dial tone is even worse. The textbook I was studying from earlier is still on the floor, so I decide to read a few pages, but it feels more like mindless word recognition when my mind's so far away.
Consider the case of an initial excess hydrostatic pore water that is constant with depth…
How is it that a person can feel such a potent mix of relief and anxiety at the same time? Relief, because even if we haven't come out and said it all yet, there's the feeling that we no longer have to. We both know where we stand. All of a sudden, there's this sense of security, out of nowhere on a quiet, sleepy phone call, which somehow feels so much more intimate than swapping dirty penguin jokes. Flirting can be pretty impersonal, almost war-like, where you're both trying to gain the upper hand. But it's not everyone you want to fall asleep with, wake up with, and tell all your dreams to.
...shows plots of the friction angle θ vs. plasticity index PI of several clays as compiled by…
And anxiety, because this is all going too far, too fast… like being trapped in a speeding car, except we’re both flooring the gas pedal, and no one is keeping their eyes on the road. What are we going to hit? Or whom? Someone's bound to get hurt. There's an undeniable violence to falling this quickly. So who's it going to be? Me? Him? Alex? Shit, Alex… how did I let this get so far away from me? Not like Alex seems to care how I spend my time anymore. Alex, who didn’t even come home Friday night, who stumbled in yesterday morning, hungover as shit, saying he’d fallen asleep at Brian’s place. I don’t even know who he is anymore...
... Comprehensive failure conditions or yield criteria were first developed for metals, rocks, and concrete…
“Ow, shit!”
“Cora? Wh-what's wrong?”
“Nothing,” I say around my finger, which I’ve got in my mouth to stop the bleeding. “just a paper cut.”
“Aww.”
“Sorry to wake you.”
“Mmm? I wasn't asleep. Is it bad?”
“Nah, just a flesh wound. You were awake all that time?”
“Well, maybe I dozed off a little…” his voice gets gravelly as he stretches himself out, making the image of him in bed even harder to resist. I don't want to hang up, it's pretty much the last thing I want right now, but I know it's essential that I do.
“I should let you go, you need to sleep.”
“I do not.”
“Go to bed, Stone.”
“Waaaay ahead of you,” he chuckles. “I'm awake, though, I’m good.”
“Go get some sleep.”
“Nooo,” he whines, “you were gonna tell me another dream! Please?”
His indignation makes me giggle. “Okay, just a short one. Or even better, what if I tell you just the first few minutes, and then you can dream about it tonight and we'll compare when you get home to see whose version is better?”
“I already told you, I don't remember my dreams.”
“I know, idiot, that's why I'm gonna loan you one of mine.”
“Okay, yeah,” he chuckles, sounding drowsier by the second, “hit me.”
“Okay, just, leave it the way you found it, okay? It's one of my favorites.”
“Promise.”
“Something tells me you'll like it too, there's ice cream involved.”
“Now we're talking.”
“Okay. There's this ice cream parlor, but it's not down here on Earth, it's floating up in space.”
“Are we still in the jar?”
“No, that's a totally different dream. Anyway, there’s air, you can breathe normally, but you're out in the night sky, among the stars. And the parlor is an old converted train car, still has all the old booths and the sliding windows and everything. And on the very back stoop, where the train car would have been connected to another one once upon a time, there's a rickety old wooden chair. Just one. It’s hot up there, so close to the sun, but there's a good solar breeze. You're sitting in the chair, leaning back, your feet up on the railing, eating an ice cream cone --”
“What flavor?” his voice is thick with sleep.
“Dealer’s choice. You're listening to the music on the radio, and watching the vastness of space, and that's where your dream starts.”
“Mmhmm, got it,” he murmurs. “Are you gonna be there?”
“No, dumbass, I’m lending it to you, I’ll be in another one.”
“We’ll see about that. G'night.”
“Goodnight, Stone.”
With reluctance I hang up, set my work down in a haphazard pile on the floor and stretch out on the couch, staring at the ceiling with no intention of falling asleep. Why do I miss him so much already?
***
Her voice is still sounding my name in my ears as I drift down further and further, or is it up, higher and higher? until another sound replaces it, followed by another, and another, as I acquaint myself with my new surroundings. The creaking of the chair underneath me. The drip of ice cream in my lap, prompting me to hold the melting cone out to the side where it drips onto the floor instead, sizzling as it lands. Elton John’s Rocket Man playing through crackly speakers. The gentle rocking of the train car, like a boat on idle water. I take a taste of the ice cream. Blueberry. Weird. I like it. Why’s it so hot up here?
As if to answer, the roar of the sun’s fire rises in my ears. It’s right there in front of me, how’d I miss it? I shield my eyes reflexively but end up whacking the bridge of my nose with the sunglasses I didn’t know I was wearing. Huh, I can stare right at it, they must be protecting my eyes somehow. Can’t say the same for the soles of my feet, which are gonna have blisters tomorrow from being propped up on the railing facing the sun. Time for a change. I balance the ice cream cone precariously between my knees and grab the railing on either side of me with sweaty hands, trying to rock the train car and steer it away from the sun. Inch by inch, the damn thing eventually lurches away from the blazing star, and now I’ve got a beautiful nebula to look at. Much better.
Swirls of gases, some purple, some orange, some red, some colors I don’t even understand, are entwining gracefully before me, shielding the stars with their dance. I crane my neck to keep watching it as the train car continues to gradually float around its central axis, turning me toward the blackness of space. One of the red plumes curls sinuously towards me, seeming to follow me, and I regret turning away from it... how do I stop this damn train from turning, shit, come back...
Grumbling in disappointment after I’ve lost sight of it, I frown at the vastness of space in front of me. The longer I stare, the less it seems like a dark vacuum filled with stars and the more it seems like a thick blanket covering an immense light, which peeks out through holes in the fabric. As the train car finally turns fully opposite the sun, the blanket of space folds in on itself, clothing a figure, and suddenly the stars are freckles and the nebula swirls back into view as a cascade of red hair, and Cora’s smiling enigmatically at me as I watch her step onto the train. I don’t dare make a sound as she climbs into my lap, nuzzling my neck and tugging at my shirt… I’ve never been seduced by a space goddess before, I’m not sure of the etiquette, should I say hi? Before I can think of something witty to say, a solar flare blinds me.
“Oh hey man, sorry, didn’t know you were asleep,” Jeff says, switching off the hotel room light he’d just turned on.
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thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 9:58 PM Hello! highglossfinish — Yesterday at 9:58 PM Hello there! How's life? thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:01 PM Well, I can't complain How are things with you? highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:02 PM Hectic. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:02 PM nodnods highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:02 PM But I can't complain. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:04 PM Shall we use watchparty again, or should I fire up the discord app and hope? highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:04 PM No harm in hoping. If not, watchparty exists. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:05 PM Honestly, these problems have been going on since at least The Terror; they'd just gotten worse recently. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:06 PM That's...bizarre. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:08 PM I assume it's some update/updates, or something to do with it being routed through different servers, or something Mimic — Yesterday at 10:09 PM Hello! highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:09 PM Hello! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:09 PM Once, trying to play Jackbox, it was so bad that it would literally never load the host's screen, just stay stuck on the loading thing. Mimic — Yesterday at 10:10 PM Also sometimes a security update just breaks shit and they have to fix it, slowing the whole thing down to uselessness. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:10 PM Here, uh... it sort of works, in that I only have to click "stop watching" and then click the stream again when it freezes... every minute or two. Wazkalia — Yesterday at 10:17 PM Hello! I'd join, but uhhh...I got hard mode college work to finish up tonight. Enjoy your movie night!! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:14 PM Oooooo, this looks cool highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:15 PM Breakdown got very emotional over this.
thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:16 PM It's extremely good highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:18 PM This is going to be one of those "I have absolutely zero knowledge of whether this is good" nights. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:19 PM Those can be fun! We'll just have to see. :slight_smile: First question: can the humans understand the monkey highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:21 PM This would be beyond intolerable if it were anyone else voicing the kinkajou. Hopolites — Yesterday at 10:22 PM Yeah he has mild boss baby vibes Mimic — Yesterday at 10:23 PM This feels like a Madagascar spinoff that couldn’t get the rights to the name through legal nonsense thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:24 PM ...Maybe. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:27 PM The monkey has a foul little personality and I don't like it. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:27 PM I'm a little weirded out by the jealousy vibe highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:28 PM "We fell in love due to our shared trait of having tiny, tiny faces." thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:28 PM I wasn't going to say anything But yes. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:29 PM "Marta can't compare to what my monkey hands can do!" thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:29 PM nooooooooo Hopolites — Yesterday at 10:29 PM Why have you said this thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:29 PM I still can't tell if he can understand the monkey.  Like, that could have been a conversation, or the guy could have been doing the "talking to a pet" thing.  It's bugging me highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:30 PM It did say earlier that their only shared language is music. Possibly a little bestiality. Mostly music. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:30 PM You stop that. Hopolites — Yesterday at 10:31 PM Ech Music is very good highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:31 PM I've said my piece. Now we can all spend the rest of the movie thinking about it. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:31 PM Or we could spend the rest of the movie NOT thinking about it And now it has him making little monkey noises. Hopolites — Yesterday at 10:32 PM Why is the monkey like this highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:32 PM "No, I take an uncomfortable amount of issue with this!" Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:33 PM Monkey...... How much have I missed? thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:34 PM Hi, Smokescreen!  This dude is going to travel to see an old musical partner and sing with her, and his pet trained monkey partner is very against it For uh reasons ...Oh no. Hopolites — Yesterday at 10:35 PM OH Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:35 PM I didn't know humans could train monkeys yet! Mimic — Yesterday at 10:35 PM Long standing practice. Normally can’t make them sing tho thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:35 PM The monkey is a funny talking animal but the human characters don't seem to understand him. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:36 PM
Hopolites — Yesterday at 10:37 PM wheeze Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:37 PM That That's the most positive way I've EVER heard someone talk about Florida I think! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:37 PM :frowning: highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:41 PM He gets to Florida and immediately regrets it. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:41 PM He goes to Florida, sings a musical number, and immediately leaves Mimic — Yesterday at 10:44 PM when anyone gets to florida, they either regret it, or become floridian. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:45 PM "let" her have the hairstyle she wants on her own head, how "generous" highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:46 PM The monkey's had no shots but it's Florida so it's fine. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:47 PM ...wow Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:47 PM Petting zoo............................................ thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:47 PM I really dislike that mom The kid is kind of annoying but she's also like 10 Hopolites — Yesterday at 10:49 PM I think the monkey lives between dimensions and thats why he reacts to all the songs like theyre really happening Smokescreen — Yesterday at 10:49 PM Wait, she's even younger than Raf? She really is a newspark!! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:51 PM Rude. Mimic — Yesterday at 10:52 PM also this is florida. how is a well-behaved monkey the weirdest thing tehy've seen on a bus thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:53 PM ewwwwwww Pfff highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:56 PM All of these characters are unpleasant. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:56 PM Gee, I wonder why she doesn't want to be in their troop Personal space! highglossfinish — Yesterday at 10:57 PM Again. Florida. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 10:57 PM "Oh yeah I'm on the way to the vet right now" that's all you have to say ...they don't even know where he was going well. I mean, it wasn't the weight, there was just something sharp that punctured the lifeboat :wave: highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:03 PM At least when she gets hopelessly lost in the middle of the Everglades she'll have plenty of monkey to eat. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:03 PM What if the monkey eats first Mimic — Yesterday at 11:03 PM and so will the alligators thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:03 PM This is why you lock your computer when you leave .... highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:05 PM "My dad used to say that immediately before he was eaten by alligators." You hated her four minutes ago. Mimic — Yesterday at 11:06 PM musical numbers fix everything thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:06 PM They're bonding over this very dangerous situation! pffffffff Lady it's a bus, it's gonna stop sometime highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:11 PM Unless the monkey interfaces with the bird I fail to see how this character is needed. Mimic — Yesterday at 11:11 PM so this is what's happening now thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:11 PM wow Mimic — Yesterday at 11:12 PM was that a fuckin' pun highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:13 PM Well, that was pointless! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:13 PM Hey, I'm sure they'll be back sometime Feels a little weird that she set this up and advertised it on the assumption he'd come highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:14 PM It would be hilarious if they didn't. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:14 PM Okay how the fuck did they find her in the middle of the everglades How did they get that >how big is the everglades 7,800 mi² Do any snakes anywhere have teeth like that Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:18 PM Hey, I'm afraid I can't drop in tonight (or maybe any night from now on... got a new job), but what's the movie? Mimic — Yesterday at 11:18 PM Vivo, on Netflix Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:18 PM And why is Lin-Manuel Miranda a kinkajou WHY IS A KINKAJOU IN FLORIDA Mimic — Yesterday at 11:18 PM because for some reason he took the contract with netflix Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:18 PM Fair. Mimic — Yesterday at 11:18 PM and that's the plot of the movie! Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:19 PM Oh, ok! Fish out of water thing. highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:21 PM His singing voice is the only good thing about the movie. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:22 PM "they're weak to that type!" Sharpwing — Yesterday at 11:22 PM I'll have to take a look at The Disaster later XD Mimic — Yesterday at 11:23 PM and there's some Lin Manuel Miranda flow. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:23 PM Hehehehehe yesss. Mimic — Yesterday at 11:23 PM ONLY THE BEST LESSONS IN THIS MOVIE thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:24 PM aw nooooo highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:24 PM None of this would have happened if you hadn't gone through the Everglades. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:24 PM very true. They could have caught a later bus.  Missed the show, maybe, but they could have found her after Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:25 PM Whoa, that goose looks weird thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:26 PM Prediction: Gabby remembers the lyrics, at least Mimic — Yesterday at 11:26 PM it's a spoonbill. basically, it's a flamingo-goose hybrid that is designed to look a lot stupider. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:27 PM Ohhhh. How big ARE they? Like. They look like they could gnaw on my whole head. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:28 PM awww ...they had NO plan just slip it under the door highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:32 PM All of this could have been prevented by showing her mother the paper with the song her dead uncle wrote for this specific person. thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:33 PM To be fair her mom hasn't exactly been a "listener" highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:34 PM Not to her daughter. To an old dead man, maybe. "We could have spent our entire lives together...oh well!" thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:37 PM ...she asked YOU to take her highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:38 PM Who needs tickets? thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:38 PM I'm SURE there were some seats left in this farewell concert for a very famous and popular singer! highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:38 PM And no one guarding the doors! Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:39 PM The true fantasy is getting everyone to learn the song in like, an hour highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:39 PM Was there any reason why he couldn't have just...gone with her? And is that the name of the venue they're plugging into this very poignant song? Oh no you don't! Well! That was stupid. Mimic — Yesterday at 11:44 PM extremely so thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:44 PM Good songs.  Dubious everything else. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:45 PM this video is basically my thoughts on that movie! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeSBvMdJF6U YouTube Fargield Monkey kung fu panda
Mimic — Yesterday at 11:45 PM https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5kUWn3HqXw also I've been holding onto this. YouTube Screen Rant Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen Pitch Meeting
highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:46 PM Glorious. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:46 PM Woojit, you have shown me monkey highglossfinish — Yesterday at 11:47 PM I do like how they're charming in real life, but no, disgusting little monkey.
thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:48 PM Nice. Smokescreen — Yesterday at 11:50 PM Aw, they are cute! thenightetc2 — Yesterday at 11:50 PM Well then. And this doesn't cause... problems. Well! :smile: Amazing. thenightetc2 — Today at 12:02 AM I love the logic here. Oh my god highglossfinish — Today at 12:06 AM Dear Unicron. thenightetc2 — Today at 12:06 AM There's no way for me to check that! Mimic — Today at 12:07 AM it's just not possible thenightetc2 — Today at 12:08 AM What is it with Decepticons and trying to harvest the sun. highglossfinish — Today at 12:09 AM It's not even a good sun. thenightetc2 — Today at 12:09 AM There are lots of suns!  Galaxy's full of 'em!  Just take one nobody's living near. Memorable's one word for it! Mimic — Today at 12:11 AM right??? thenightetc2 — Today at 12:12 AM ..."Venom pitch meeting" highglossfinish — Today at 12:12 AM There are some words for it and that sure is one of them. thenightetc2 — Today at 12:12 AM I mean, it is certainly a thing that people remember. highglossfinish — Today at 12:13 AM Rom-com. thenightetc2 — Today at 12:13 AM And other times a romance! One of the best rom-coms I've ever seen! He's Elon Musk; THAT'S his deal. Excellent. highglossfinish — Today at 12:17 AM Well, that was more fun than Vivo! Mimic — Today at 12:18 AM to be fair, it's a little easy to clear that bar thenightetc2 — Today at 12:18 AM Fewer musical numbers, and yet Well.  That was fun!  Thank you for the stream. highglossfinish — Today at 12:19 AM Thank you for being here! Mimic — Today at 12:19 AM thanks again! highglossfinish — Today at 12:20 AM Of course! Good night! thenightetc2 — Today at 12:20 AM Goodnight! Mimic — Today at 12:20 AM good night! thenightetc2 — Today at 12:24 AM Vivo like, "You know what's stupid and annoying?  When people care about the environment and think you shouldn't import exotic animals and set them loose in sensitive ecosystems!  And you know what's the WORST?  When people like peace and quiet!  They probably want to murder you" Hopolites — Today at 12:25 AM Florida's ecosystem is already fucked, it doesnt need a monkey Mimic — Today at 12:26 AM Agreed. but clearly, we're sympathizing too hard with the... weak excuses for antagonists thenightetc2 — Today at 12:32 AM But I have to admit I'm genuinely glad that apparently her mom let her quit the troop. highglossfinish — Today at 12:45 AM "You know what's especially fun? Not paying for tickets to things." thenightetc2 — Today at 12:53 AM And really, why should you.
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If you're into it and have the time, I'd love to see the scene in which the kids give Billy his winter coat in a little more detail. Also maybe a Billy/Hopper interaction? Or a Billy/Joyce conversation? I have such a thing for watching Billy interact with the people who love and care about Steve. Your head canons about these relationships work too, if you've got any you want to share!
Hi Anon!!! It’s a gift giving holiday for some people, so here’s a Chicago-verse gift giving fic where the termites give Billy his jacket.
I’m hopping on a plane in a few hours to go on an Exciting Adventure with my best friend. My queue is all loaded up and I’m sure I’ll be around a bit, but feel free to drop prompts in my ask box for me to do when I get back/on planes. I hate flying and I’ll be very bored. See you in the new year, everyone!!!!
the one with the winter coat (now also on ao3, but I cannot for the life of me figure out how to link it on this stupid app), ~1500 words, T
Harrington has been gone for one hour and twenty four minutes. Billy has given up on trying to act like he’s Totally Fine hanging around the Harrington house with Harrington’s ex-girlfriend and six teenagers. He’s bored as shit and they’re all fucking weird as shit and Hawkins makes his skin crawl.
He’s here for Thanksgiving and the turkey better be fucking incredible.
Harrington had pressed a kiss to his temple one hour and twenty–five, now–minutes ago before running out to the store with Jonathan. A few quick things, he said. A few quick things Billy’s ass. He should have just gone with them. Except–
“I ran into your dad at the grocery store that one time,” Harrington had murmured. Billy had been sitting on the Harrington’s kitchen island and Harrington was standing between the v of his thighs. The sentence made Billy flinch away and cut his gaze, but Steve’s hands on his thighs had kept him from jumping off. “I’m just saying I don’t think you should come with me for this,” Steve had continued, and he’d run his hands up Billy’s thighs and kissed at Billy’s lower lip. Sometimes when Harrington did that Billy felt like he was drowning and it was maybe the best thing he’d felt probably ever. It made him want to say yes to whatever Harrington was asking of him. “I don’t want your dad to surprise you.” It’s a fair point, Billy has to concede that. He doesn’t want to see his dad, doesn’t want him to appear beside the eggo waffles, doesn’t want to hear the low undertone of his voice, or see his stupid fucking mustache. That’s why–when they’re in Hawkins–he almost never goes anywhere without Harrington as an escort. That’s why–right now–he is wandering aimlessly around Harrington’s house while Nancy pointedly does not stare and all six teenagers track his movements like some sort of birds of prey.
He’s going to have to come back and do this all over again for Christmas, although probably at the Byers’s house. They’re only here because Harrington’s parents are out of town for the holiday and the kids like all the different rooms in the house and Harrington’s bigger tv.
Back for Christmas. Billy doesn’t want to come back here ever. Twice in less than a month is–a lot for him to know is coming.
“I need a smoke,” he mumbles to the room at large, grabbing his brown leather jacket–the same one from high school, he loves it and they’re expensive to replace–and wanders out into the backyard. “Fuck,” he says to the empty air outside, tipping his head back to exhale smoke in a stream at the starless sky. He’d never come here in high school, but he’d been four houses over once. He can still hear the echoes of the sirens he’d run from after climbing out that girl’s window, laughing, with his pants half off.
Billy breathes in cold air and smoke. He should have gone to the store, but in the eight months they’ve been together, Billy’s been back to Hawkins, been staying at the Harrington’s house, been chauffeured around in the passenger seat of a borrowed car that Harrington’s driving a lot of times. He thinks people have probably put two and two together about Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove. He doesn’t know why it bothers him so much, but he wonders–all the fucking time–what people in this shitty little town think about the Harrington boy being in some sort of arrangement with that no good Hargrove kid. He doesn’t mind being the no good kid so much as he minds the things it must make people think about Harrington–about–about Steve.
He pats his pocket, but there’s no more cigarettes there and already Billy feels jittery with the knowledge, like he’s drowning and not in the good way. He hopes someone else has a pack, but who’s he going to ask? Dustin? He’s still half-grinning to himself at the thought of asking Dustin for a cigarette when he slides the door open and steps back inside. It’s too cold to stand outside, especially without a cigarette. Even while he’d been smoking, Billy was fighting the biting Indiana chill.
The kids are huddled together just inside the door. Dustin has both hands on his head. Lucas is looking back and forth between Mike and Dustin in disbelief.
“He’s already got a jacket,” Mike is saying, waving his hands around.
“It’s not a winter coat,” Will answers. He’s standing more in the middle of the circle and he cuts his gaze to El, who nods. “It’s not very warm,” he adds.
“We also already bought it!” Lucas rolls his eyes then turns the full force of his glare on Mike. Billy’s impressed by how intense it is. Kid’s been practicing in the mirror, maybe. “So this whole conversation is stupid.”
“We have to do it for Steve,” Dustin explains.
“For him, too. He’s cold,” the weird girl–Hopper’s daughter, El, adds.
“I already said we should do this,” Max says, and she huffs on a big sigh. “He doesn’t–it’s right to.”
“And we already bought it,” Lucas says again.
“I just think it should be the right gift,” Mike snaps and when Billy steps closer Mike’s holding both hands up, looking a lot like surrender even if his mouth is pulled down at the corners. “It’s his first official gift. We got Steve something way better.”
“Shut up,” Max hisses then, and her bright eyes meet Billy’s across the room. shoving Mike’s shoulder. As though they all have one brain, six pairs of teenage eyes turn in unison to look at Billy.
“Right,” Billy says slowly. “I can just–”
“We have something for you,” Dustin shouts it, bursts up from where he’s hunched over at Lucas’s shoulder clutching a lumpy, paper-wrapped square. The paper is just plain and brown, but when it’s thrust into Billy’s hands–the rest of the kids behind Dustin poking their heads over his shoulder like some sort of cartoon–he can see that there’s drawings on it.
“Will did them,” Mike says helpfully when Billy runs a finger over one.
There’s a series of crayon and pencil images. His Camaro, long gone now, and Billy crouched in a leather jacket, staring–moodily, he would definitely call the expression Will Byers drew on his face moody–out a window. There’s the Byers’s house, and a rough sketch of the necklace Billy never takes off, and one of Max that Billy recognizes as a real moment from a few months ago–her with both hands around his wrist, trying to drag him to the ground. She’d been trying to win a particularly aggressive game of basketball. Billy hadn’t called her foul.
It’s the drawing in the top left corner next to Dustin’s messy handwriting–which reads To Billy from Termites–that Billy’s gaze stops on. He sucks in a sharp breath.
The drawing is a scene from their old apartment in Chicago. He knows it by the tiny kitchen window Will’s drawn behind the couch, the one Harrington always left Christmas lights up around. The drawing itself is of Billy and Harrington. They’re sitting on the couch next to each other. Will’s drawn them with their knees bumping, with Harrington’s cheek flopped lazily against Billy’s shoulder, with Billy’s arm stretched out behind him, his fingers just curling over Harrington’s shoulder.
Billy has never felt vulnerable in front of teenagers before, not really. He wonders, looking down at this package, if he’s going to fucking cry.
“There’s actually something else inside it,” Dustin says. When Billy looks up he’s rolling his eyes, but Will’s cheeks are tinged red and Billy lets his mouth curl into something that, under a microscope, under extreme duress, he might admit is a smile.
“Open it,” Dustin says.
Billy does. Slowly and with–with reverence, really–he peels back the corners. Underneath the wrapping, which is in itself the best present he’s ever gotten–is a warm, dark winter coat. There’s no fur lining the hood, like Harrington’s has and which Billy makes fun of endlessly. It’s just simple. It just looks warm. He sets the paper down carefully on the table and sheds his leather jacket, pulling it on.
“Thank you,” he says.
“Holy shit,” Max breathes. “You know how to say thank you?”
It breaks the moment, and Billy’s so grateful to her for it, because he doesn’t know what to do with his face. He chucks his old jacket at her face and then Mike is grabbing El and dragging her back toward the tv because a show he likes is on it, he can hear the music, come on hurry and Lucas tries to help Max fix her hair.
It’s just Dustin and Will, then, looking at Billy in his new winter coat. Billy pushes hair out of his face, doesn’t really know how to say thank you for something like all this.
“Told you it was a good present,” Dustin says, sounding smug and looking at Will.
“I was on your side!” Will exclaims.
“Yeah,” Billy says. “It’s. It’s really good.”
Then the door swings open. Jonathan shouts for the kids to come help carry groceries in, and Billy is left standing alone in the Harrington’s house for a silent two minutes. He can just sort of hear them outside, the rustle of plastic bags, the slamming of car doors.
Harrington is the first through the door. Billy can hear him drop plastic bags in the kitchen, listens to the sound of his footsteps as he comes closer. Harrington appears, suddenly, in front of him. His cheeks are pink from the Hawkins cold and his grin is warm and immediate the second he sees Billy.
Billy feels like he’s drowning. He reaches for Harrington like he’s a life vest. “Nice coat,” Harrington says, sounding a little surprised when Billy tugs him closer and slides his hands into Harrington’s back pockets, but leaning into Billy’s chest all the same. “They’ve been nervous about that for three weeks.”
Billy looks up at Harrington’s big stupid eyes and feels warm in a lot of different ways, all at once.
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lodryons · 7 years
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Madrid
Hola! They speak Spanish in Spain. Makes sense. Portuguese in Portugal. Man, these people are consistent. Everyone here is tan and beautiful too. Americans really were the undesirables. Murderers and uglies breeding for centuries really messes with a society. I’m just kidding, we have Kim Kardashian, she’s a real beauty (except for like everything on her body but it’s what is inside of her that matters, Mr. West!).
I flew with TAP Portugal or air Portugal TAP? Whatever. It was really nice. The seats looked crisp and felt new. They even had a universal outlet for each chair. This is luxury ladies and gentleman. My phone that gets 2G via shitty T-Mobile is now at 100%!
I met a man from NYC that moved here 3 years ago and he says he loves it. He’s finishing his Ph.D. here in psychology. It’s costing him 600 euros. I do wonder if the quality of education is comparable to our $50K/year system. Probably not. He was telling me they speak weird Spanish here (or maybe we’re the weird ones?) and in Barcelona, they speak something called Catalina which is even weirder. Apparently, the Spanish people have the best work-life balance. Generally starting work at 10 AM and working until 2 PM. From 2 PM - 4:30 PM they will eat lunch. From 5PM-9PM they will finish work and then eat dinner around 11 PM or midnight. He also mentioned that if it’s nice outside absolutely no one is inside. They must not have video games here.
I tried another latte and I’m getting closer to something latte-ish. You’d think espresso and milk would taste the same everywhere but the leche in Spain is weird I think. I’ll wait for Rome to get a proper one. Everyone drinks espresso here anyways. Gross.
Lost one of the tips to my $80 earbuds. That’s like $40 in tips lost. Luckily I got a free pair of the absolute worst earbuds from Delta and cannibalized its tips and they fit! I was just describing to someone how I absolutely hate everything about earbud tips. A new 1st world problem in my life!
Apparently, they love Fish here too. God dammit.
I keep thinking people are speaking Russian in my hostel when really it’s Spanish or Portuguese. I even asked a girl if she was from Russia and she was from Portugal. I was in Portugal. I didn’t ask anyone else that question.
A friend recommended I try out this great app called Lonely Planet. Found a great tapas place (read: snackys) last night and spent many euros on lots of great ham, veal meatballs, blood sausage and some potato ball things. An American from New York overheard us talking in English and was delighted to find someone to chat with. He’s here on business with a bunch of people from his company that’s in the Oil & Gas industry. It’s probably because I’m an Elon Musk fanboy but I felt like he had just told me he works for the Tobacco industry. It’s not a fair view. He seemed like a nice guy. Probably drives an electric car.
I slept 11 hours last night. In reality, the quality of sleep is about 50-60% since you’re woken up about every 15-30 minutes by someone snoring, rummaging through their belongings, turning a light on, speaking in their outdoor voice to one another or entering/exiting the room. There is a reason it costs 30 euros to sleep in these beautiful establishments.
I failed to secure a latte today. I was sure I was on the right track. The woman asked me if by latte I meant coffee in milk! Yes. This is progress. I said oh no, espresso in milk! I might have thrown out an “espresso con leche!” Which I don’t think is right because she just smiled and then said something slightly different. I didn’t specify the volume of milk and so I received essentially an espresso with a dash of milk. Still, this is progress. I’ll order an espresso con mucho leche next time.
I tried but couldn’t find a damn cafe that had both WiFi and an outlet. So I went to Starbucks. Within 3 minutes of being there, a group of 3 American girls (I think) sat near me and sounded basic as hell. I’m not judging but damn that’s impressive. They’ve gone worldwide at this point. I must say the internet & quality of latte at Starbucks in Madrid was quite good.
One of the most interesting things about sleeping in a hostel room is experiencing each person’s take on nighttime civility. Being American I will generalize this to how every member of their home country acts at night too. Everyone that practices Islam is a terrorist right? I’d say that Americans might be described as stupid and fat but in my opinion, we take the cake when it comes to nighttime politeness. We at least do that annoying “Shhh!” thing to each other.  From what I can tell most people not in America think that chatting at full volume to each other past midnight when there are 4 people sleeping around them is normal. I wish I understood what they were saying because perhaps it’s warranted. For example, “My mum slept with the neighbor again. Dad’s buying another boat to spite her.” I’d forgive that.
This morning I had 4 snorers and one guy sleep through his alarm for at least 20 minutes. I just left. How haven’t we solved snoring as a society? I think there should be a Richter scale for snoring and your rating is placed on your license. Then we can bucket people of similar ratings in rooms by law. I’m running for president on this.
I did a walking tour yesterday. Easily the worst and best tour I’ve ever had. The gentleman was quite nice and eccentric but his accent made everything rather hard to understand and he didn’t speak loudly at all. I met some cool Americans studying in Rome for the semester that were doing a vacation across a few cities in Spain. One of them is actually studying Computer Science at Michigan right now. Small world. We all had a laugh at how ridiculous our tour guide was. He basically asked us what we think we should do if President Trump were to visit Madrid and stay at the Royal Palace in the most awkward way. I can’t even recall how he phrased it but it took him several minutes for him to relay to us that he was actually joking and not trying to give us some interesting note on how foreign presidents are treated in general in Spain. He said we should put him the bosses room, lock and throw away the key. I found it hilarious that he thought this was a good joke (as did half the group).
Apparently, Madrid has bomb hot chocolate. It’s thick and you can dip churros in it. So I did at 1 AM last night with a nice chap I met on the tour named Brandon. An eccentric Italian man came in and started making lots of noises and questionable body language positions next to us. I found him quite funny and charming. He played the Clarinet really nicely too. I gave him 5 euros. He seemed like he was in his 60’s or 70’s. Feels bad man.
The South Korean guy’s alarm went off blazing this morning at 8 or 8:30 AM this morning. Shortly afterward the Brazilian guy adjacent to me got up for breakfast presumably and decided to turn the light on and start singing for 10 minutes while he packed his bag. I think my data is getting pretty damn good at this point. Other cultures don’t have a noise or light policy when others are sleeping. Animals!
Today’s my last day so I figure I’ll go to a museum or two. I’m sure it will be riveting.
I got to the Prado (famous paintings of kings and shit) and it was so nice and sunny that I decided to sit on the lawn right outside it and read for a couple of hours instead. Judge me and my fabulous tan all you like.
I had tapas with my girlfriend’s childhood friend and her boyfriend in a non-touristy area called Rosa Rosia (or something like that). Man, my girlfriend is so popular. I hope I have friends one day.
Slept a beautiful 6 hours last night (that’s about 3 hours less than I’m used to). I’ve written a lot about sleeping in hostels for this post but it cannot be understated how screwed you are if you think you’re going to sleep normally.
If you go to bed too late, you’re screwed because some animal will always be getting up at 5 AM for a flight or maybe 6 AM because he was a loser and wants to be a damn tourist all day, nice and early bird style.
No one has anything around the night before so they will spend 20 minutes purely on zipping and unzipping 3 bags as they dress themselves in a sleepy stupor (picture yourself putting pants on, zipping your bag shut, and then realizing you also need a shirt, repeat, and then you need socks, and then you want to wear that bracelet actually, etc etc).
Now, consider the other case, the loser going to bed early to avoid the early bird traffic case. You are absolutely screwed anyways. You go to bed at 10 or 11 PM and for the next 4 hours you will have someone come in or out of the room either to get ready to get drunk for the night, or they’re already drunk coming to sleep, or they need something in the middle of a drunk-infused night.
You might be wondering how I don’t add to this chaos? I pack my bag the day before and leave out only exactly what I need in the morning. Upon waking I grab it instantly and get the hell out of the sleeping vicinity and move to the bathroom area. No lights and zippers and shit.
I’ll never post about sleeping or hostel sleeping etiquette again.
Madrid was fine. I think I should have gone to Barcelona though. I didn’t really find the city interesting as a traveler. It would be swell to live there I’m sure. I also had the worst luck with my hostel roommates which is quite rare for me. It’s still nice to have visited Espana. Peace.
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augustdecaymuse · 7 years
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Aidan App V2
<span><b>name:</b>Aidan Hunter Thiessen</span>
<span><b>birthday:</b> 10/14/1990</span>
<span><b>occupation:</b> Thief/Entertainer</span>
<span><b>species:</b> Kokopelli</span>
<span><b>gender:</b> Cismale</span>
<span><b>orientation:</b> Androsexual</span>
<span><b>birth place:</b> Weston, Massachusetts</span>
<span><b>father:</b> Sigmund Thiessen</span>
<span><b>mother:</b> Cathrine Thiessen</span>
<span><b>sibllings:</b> Many</span>
<span><b>significant other:</b> None</span>
<span><b>children:</b> None that he knows of</span>
<span><b>personality traits</b> Sarcastic, Witty, Flirtatious, Self-Motivated, Generous, Wary, Vain, Pessimistic, Loyal, Adaptable.</span>
<span><b>likes:</b>Motorcycles, Cars, Energy Drinks, Birds, Shots, Naps, Money, Classic Rock, Leather.</span>
<span><b>dislikes:</b> Tea, Feet, Big Dogs, Police, Tight Spaces, Cold Temperatures, Ask Him He Can Rant Forever.</span>
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WHAT IS YOUR PERFECT IDEA OF HAPPINESS? <p>
“White picket fence covered in barbs and electricity, a pool, and a hot hunk in speedo with my name tattooed across his ass serving my cocktails.” <p>
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR? <p>
“Fear itself? Fuck, I don’t know. Isn’t there an expression that only idiots don’t get scared. I don’t like to think about that stuff. I like to pretend that I’m not going over the hump of getting older, wiser, and ever the more useless. I don’t want to have to ever give up my lifestyle out of my own free will. Though sometimes I worry that I’ll never grow because of that and I’ll be a selfish brat until the day I die no matter how many have to go before me.” <p>
WHAT IS THE TRAIT YOU MOST DEPLORE IN YOURSELF? <p>
“Oh boy there’s a plethora to choose from. I’m selfish, immature, and cowardly. I also have some pretty nasty morning breath I’ve been told too so there’s that. Yuck.” <p>
WHAT IS THE TRAIT YOU MOST DEPLORE IN OTHERS? <p>
“Entitlement for sure. Nothing worse than trying to split up loot with someone who thinks they deserve more than the rest.” <p>
WHICH LIVING PERSON DO YOU MOST ADMIRE? <p>
“Any person who has clawed their way so far in this world ain’t good, so no one.”
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST EXTRAVAGANCE? <p>
“My half a life.” <p>
WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT STATE OF MIND? <p>
“Hangry af.” <p>
WHAT DO YOU CONSIDEER THE MOST OVERRATED VIRTUE? <p>
“Chastity. It’s going to go eventually, might as well trade it away for some Doritos.” <p>
ON WHAT OCCASION DO YOU LIE? <p>
“Whenever it makes things easier. Lies are about convenience. Telling the truth isn’t always the solution, but neither is getting caught up in a ball of lies. It’s all about being smart. People think criminals are stupid but most of us aren’t dumb as they might think.” <p>
WHAT DO YOU MOST DISLIKE ABOUT YOUR APPEARANCE? <p>
“Without the beard strange people offer me candy and try to get me to hop into their vans to play.” <p>
WHICH LIVING PERSON DO YOU MOST DESPISE? <p>
“Wardens, judges, police officers, politicians, pretty much everyone. I never got hugged growing up, what can I say? Blame my parents. I hate them too.” <p>
WHAT QUALITY DO YOU MOST LIKE IN A MAN? <p>
“How big their ‘personality’ is of course.” <p>
WHAT QUALITY DO YOU MOST LIKE IN A WOMAN? <p>
“If she’s sweet enough to help me through tough times, slick enough to make a steal, and strong enough to slap me up when I need it.” <p>
WHICH WORDS OR PHRASES DO YOU MOST OVERUSE? <p>
“Pet names, baby, sweetheart, bitch, dead-to-me, I spare no one.” <p>
WHAT OR WHO IS THE GREATEST LOVE IN YOUR LIFE? <p>
“Chips. RIP my waistline. Thankfully running for my life and performing keeps a body good.” <p>
WHEN OR WHERE WERE YOU HAPPIEST? <p>
“On my bike, wind through my hair, engine roaring. Would kill to have those days back. I miss the open roads and taste of true freedom.” <p>
WHICH TALENT WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO HAVE? <p>
“Fart dollar bills?” <p>
IF YOU COULD CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOURSELF, WHAT WOULD IT BE? <p>
“I don’t like to think about this but sometimes I wonder what it’d be like if I was my dad’s child. Would I have been treated like part of my family? I would have been spoiled like the rest of the brat pack. Never would have run away. Lived a normal life of a rich kid. I wouldn’t have become /me/, but would have I been happy? Who knows… It’s not worth the energy…”<p>
WHAT DO YOU CONSIDER YOUR GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT? <p>
“Getting the guts to actually leave home and become my own man.” <p>
IF YOU WERE TO DIE AND COME BACK AS A PERSON OR THING WHAT WOULD IT BE? <p>
“A bird would be cool, get lots of frequent flyer miles.” <p>
WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO LIVE? <p>
“Don’t know. Here’s pretty nice for now. I like the heat and the strange mix of anonymity and familiarity in the town.” <p>
WHAT IS YOUR MOST TREASURED POSSESSION? <p>
“Leather jacket, provides some storage, keeps me warm and looking damn fine.” <p>
WHAT DO YOU REGARD AS THE LOWEST DEPTH OF MISERY? <p>
“Knowing that I’m not my father’s child but I’m not even human. They weren’t right to ostracize me for the reasons they did but they should have stayed away. I’m a monster.” <p>
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE OCCUPATION? <p>
“Before shit went down I was a thief if you call that a job. Ran around with the biker gang I went with and we’d break loose. I’d swipe stuff and pawn it to get by. Went to prison for it and that’s how I ended up like this so I wouldn’t say it’s exactly my favorite job, but at the time I liked the adrenaline. The dominance and most everything else about it.” <p>
WHAT IS YOUR MOST MARKED CHARACTERISTIC? <p>
“I’m a brown eyed boy.” <p>
WHAT DO YOU MOST VALUE IN YOUR FRIENDS? <p>
“Loyalty. I want friends that won’t betray me even when I feel like I can’t trust myself.” <p>
WHO ARE YOUR FAVORITE WRITERS? <p>
“The fucker who writes Toy Story 2 was ok in the bathroom stalls.” <p>
WHO IS YOUR HERO OF FICTION? <p>
“Ugly duckling. Guess who’s a swan now bitches?” <p>
WHICH HISTORICAL FIGURE DO YOU MOST IDENTIFY WITH? <p>
“Probably some guy back in the medieval ages who walked out his door and a chamber pot randomly got emptied on his head.” <p>
WHO ARE YOUR HEROES IN REAL LIFE? <p>
“Zippo.” <p>
WHAT ARE YOU FAVORITE NAMES? <p>
“Mike Hunt.” <p>
WHAT IS IT THAT YOU MOST DISLIKE” <p>
“Not being sure whether I want to change my ways or not. On one hand I could give up being a thief, keep entertaining as my income and settle down here. Or I could do what I always do, give up and run. I just don’t know anymore. It just seems like instinct now to do the latter. Fight or flight I always have given into fear.” <p>
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST REGRET? <p>
“Getting caught and going to prison.” <p>
HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO DIE?” <p>
“I would have liked to die before I was even born to be honest. Would have saved me a lot of angst and money on Marylin Manson merch. Probably some other people their lives too.” <p>
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? <p>
“I don’t bite, unless you want to play rough.”
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<p></p><span>friends</span> Aidan has been in town for a few months and is likely to have some friends by now. He’s extremely social and likes to hang around bars, clubs, and other entertainment establishments to raise hell merriment. He mainly works as a singer in town so far but has been known to do odd jobs as well to get by. He’s also likely to have met people on the road in the past since he’s traveled a lot in his lifetime ever since he was sixteen. Since he’s also got a criminal history with thievery and a criminal record he might have some people who know him from prison. He doesn’t like to get close to many since there’s a lot of abandonment in his history. That and he fears of hurting people being a kokopelli, but to those he truly considers himself loyal to he’s generous and extremely protective of.
<p></p><span>enemies</span> Oh boy this one’s got a mouth on him. He’s extremely snarky and doesn’t have respect for authority. In fact quite the opposite, he goes out of his way to antagonize those he perceives with power (i.e. law, money, education, etc) with biting remarks and almost teenage antics. However he’s not particularly violent. Only in times of desperation has he used his powers for his gain. He doesn’t to want mortal enemies, but some might not take too kindly to his playful nature.
<p></p><span>lovers</span> He’s never been in love before and honestly never plans to be. It’s not that he doesn’t believe in love, it’s just he doesn’t think he’s lucky enough or deserving for it. He however is very sexual. He uses his body to get ahead at times. And has explored many facets of different kink communities. But he keeps emotions out of things and makes that very clear with those he ends up around, for better or for worse. However perhaps there’s someone out there who could change things for good.
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msblackriver · 7 years
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Bus stops and late night walks
I have been offered money for sex plenty of times although it hasn’t happened in a while.  At first I was confused maybe it was the time of night?  It was close to 4 in the morning and I was walking along Western Ave towards Hollywood.  I was upset and was using an old trick I learned in my college days, late night/early morning walks as a form of therapy.  When this mother fucker approaches me waving $50 “I giv you 50 dolla”, I said “no thanks”, this mother fucker persisted.  A hot drunken mess hiccuping loudly.  It really pissed me off, I did not look like a hooker, I was wearing jeans and some long sleeved shirt.  And if I was a hooker, $50?  I was extremely insulted by the price I was offered.  I had to shout at him to go away because he wouldn’t stop with the repeated waving of the cash and repeating the “I give you 50 dolla” line in broken and heavy central american accent.  There was a few more times, all in L.A. never in Minnesota.  Come to think of it they were all Hispanic except for 1.  
Another time I was walking home on La Brea at around 10 pm once again I was wearing jeans and a car drives past me yelling something out the window.  I ignore it then the truck makes a U turn and pulls over next to the library.   All my senses alert me of DANGER, I do not feel safe. The man says “i’ll give you $200” I said “Nope” never looking at him and never missing a step of my walking.  Then he said “what’s wrong you don’t like white guys”?  Or did he say “you don’t like white meat”?  It was one of those I don’t remember which one.  I was close to home I quickly walked away, making sure he wasn’t following behind.  He could not know where I lived.   What the fuck?  When I lived in Korea town part of the reason I didn’t like it much is because I felt like an outsider.  It was pretty much all Hispanic at least the part I lived in around Vermont and Wilshire.  I hate to be so racial but I felt that I didn’t belong.  Perhaps that’s why I had like 5 or 6 guys pull over and offer me a ride on the same night.  Not kidding, I was walking home from the bus stop, it was around 11:30, not that late, once again I was wearing jeans.  It was puzzling, was there a sign written on my forehead?  Was it the fact that it was Memorial weekend?  Those guys had probably started off drinking already.  They were feeling buzzed and they saw a girl that wasn’t their own kind.  She must be a slut.  I’m just trying to understand the logic.  
Another time I was downtown waiting on the bus probably around midnight.  This is when I stayed in Silver Lake and getting to and from work in Venice was a fucking hassle.  This drunken fool walks up to me saying “I got a room upstairs, i’ll give you 10 dollarz”, this is the black dude by the way.  Did he just say $10?  Wow he must really think i’m a crackhead looking to suck some dick for a rock.  I don’t know what it is what it was, maybe just being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but damn I felt degraded, violated, assaulted somehow.  How can a stranger walk up to another stranger and offer money for sex?  You already violated me, you already ejaculated on my face with your words.  I felt dirty.  I couldn’t wait to get my ass home where I was safe.  
I was at the bus stop I just got off work at Mao’s Kitchen.  I had the app on my phone “Nextbus”, and I was expecting my bus to arrive in about 10 minutes, it was around 10:30 or 11.  This white dude pulls up to the bus stop.
“I can give you a ride”
“It’s OK I can take the bus”
“It’s gonna be another 20 minutes”, he checks his phone, why the fuck is he checking his phone for the bus schedule?  He’s driving.
“That’s fine, i’ll take the bus”
“No it’s OK i’m headed that way anyways”  He is pushing, trying to be nonchalant and cool but he’s not doing a great job, he is pushy and aggressive
“NO”  I make an aggressive arm wave “GO AWAY I DON'T WANT A RIDE”!  He left thank God.  Who does this motherfucker think he’s foolin, i’m way smarter than that, and I will never be desperate enough for a ride to hop into a car with this pony tailed freak.  Don’t give a fuck if you have a car, don’t give a fuck what the weather is.  He probably thought I was a lot younger than I was and stupid.  I was paranoid on the whole bus ride thinking he might be following.  I had to get off and wait for another bus downtown.  I was extremely alert turning my head at every sound like a cat.  He was a rapist and a murderer I felt it.  
Another guy i’m sure was trying to rape me.  I was just talking to at the bus stop it was about 4 in the morning.  I had worked the late shift at the restaurant.  He seemed OK I guess.  He said he was a rapper.  He then asked if I would go on a walk with him across the street to the empty Santa Monica pier area.  I told him I didn’t want to, he looked irritated.  “Let’s just walk over there”.  Trying to be convincing, he had no charm or charisma for it to even be a possibility.  As we were boarding the bus I asked him what he was doing in L.A. because he was from somewhere else.  I don’t remember where.  He got an attitude “didn’t I tell you I was a rapper, you know rappers travel right”.  He said it like I was a bird brain.  The only folks riding the bus are the ones “riding the bus”  at that time of night I was told.  Homeless people ride the buses all night long to stay warm and have a place to sleep.  That is why I guess one bus passed by and never even stopped, we had to wait another hour for the next one it was already past 4.  The next day the manager at the restaurant told me the bus didn’t stop because they think it’s just homeless people, like you have to wave them down or something.  
No wonder I haven’t had these problems in a while, because I've been driving!  I didn’t put that together until now.  All of these incidents happened when I didn’t have a car and was either at the bus stop or walking. I guess you really do need a car in L.A.
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