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The Great Ace Attorney (2015) | The Adventures Of Sherlock Holmes (1984-1994)

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“Limits,” Bakugou x Reader

Summary: where Bakugou reaches his quirks limit to save you.

Warning: none just some pain for y’all

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Everyone’s quirk has a limit

The mission wasn’t supposed to go the way it was right now but high schoolers trying to save themselves from the league of villains wasnt exactly going to end up in success.

That’s how you ended up getting caught. Your body grew weak, you have fought for way longer than you should have and it put a strain on not only you but your quirk.

It felt like the fight had been going on for hours and hours. The amount of blood that leaked out from its wounds, the blood dripping down your face, you were beaten and at that point you accepted defeat as the villains hands had grasped onto your arms, trying to hold you upright but you remained slumped over- powerless.

Bakugou didn’t notice right away and that’s the main reason he blamed himself for all the injuries you had gotten. The way his eyes had shifted onto your weak body, his heart stopping in his chest and panic overtaking his mind.

Of course he had always teased you in the past that he wouldn’t save you, he wouldn’t help you, you were on your own. But he didn’t mean that, he would risk his own life if it meant you were safe.

He didn’t want to admit it out loud, or to you but he was more in love with you than you know. The secretive relationship you two have is the reason why he had fallen for you so damn hard and he cursed to himself for letting you get trapped inside his head.

But he wouldn’t trade you for the world.

Bakugou had ran towards where you were, the villain holding onto you only tightened his grip and even held a knife up to your throat threatening to kill you instantly as his red eyes grew angry.

His blood boiled at the sight of that knife against your neck and the way blood had covered your face. He was angry that someone was even brave enough to lay a finger on you, that was their mistake.

He had somehow managed to tackle the villain without hurting you in any way, using his explosions to blast at the guy below him, anger fueling his need to murder the villain.

Anger consumed him and had a tight grip on Bakugou’s head. He didn’t see anything but red as he powered up his quirk beyond its limits, aiming both of his hands at the villain below him with a evil smirk.

The scream that escaped his mouth as the explosion consumed everyone in the battle field, causing a beam of smoke rise up to the sky, looking as if a bomb just got set off.

The explosion had blown most of the students and villains far, causing mostly minor injuries even though the smoke was hot and burned their skin. They were lucky.

After the smoke cleared from the explosion that consumed all the students and the villains, Bakugou’s body had laid out on the dirt, unconscious and weak.

You were barely even conscious to crawl over to him, looking down at his blood covered hands and knew what he had done. He had almost blown his own hands off from overworking himself.

“Katsuki?” You mumbled, barely managing to flip his body onto his back and you shook him gently as the tears started to sting your eyes.

Pain was all you felt shooting through your entire body but you managed to sit up, to lift his body up in your hands and repeatedly shake him, raising your hand to pat his cheek to get him to wake up.

“Bakugou!” You said louder, looking over his body and seen the steam rising off his skin.

You had sat there for ten minutes holding onto him, the pros finally flying in and clearing out the area that was now completely destroyed.

Bakugou still hasn’t woken up but you stayed still, sighing to yourself until you felt a hand on your shoulder and your eyes met with the pro behind you.

“We need to get you both to the hospital.” They said, looking down at the body in your arms and you somewhat nodded.

You had tried to get up but your body had given up completely, making the pros pick the both of you help and send you off to the hospital.

The overwhelming anxiety you had the entire time you sat in your room by yourself. You had convinced recovery girl that Bakugou deserved to be healed up first, you can wait and she agreed.

But it’s been hours since you got an update on him and it was making you more paranoid by the second so you managed to get out of bed and carefully walk down the hall, holding onto the wall for support until you made it to his room.

Once you walked inside, you noticed he was still sleeping and you dragged a chair up to the bed, sitting down and looked down at the bandages wrapped around his hands.

“Fucking idiot.” You mumble to yourself, shaking your head from how hard he had pushed himself to the point of being like this.

It pissed you off but it always made your heart break the more you looked at him. Your eyes started to sting, laying your head down on the bed and took in a deep breath to keep yourself from crying.

“Who’s the idiot?” You heard a mumble, looking up and noticing Bakugou red eyes on yours.

“Katsuki, you scared the hell out of me.” The way your emotions had washed over you at the sight of his eyes staring into yours.

The tears instantly streamed down your face, leaning over the bed and hugging onto him even though the both of you were in a good amount of pain but he didn’t say anything, he needed your tight embraces.

“You scared me first.” He admitted, reaching the bandaged up hand to wrap around your back and hugged onto you just as tight.

“Shouldn’t have overwhelmed your quirk like that, you idiot.” You mumble, pulling back to stare down at him and he cracked a smile, his face beaten and bruised.

“Yeah, shouldn’t have lost your fight.” He teased you, making you roll your eyes, not wanting to hear his sarcastic remarks.

“Please,” You scoffed, your fingertips brushing through his blonde hair as it pressed down on his head and he let out a breath of relief, relieved that you were fine.

“Don’t scare me like that again, Y/N.”

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This came to my head randomly today, decided to type it out even tho I have a shit ton of requests 💆🏼‍♀️

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05 | in a blink

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

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STANDING IN A GROUP on part of the schools training grounds, you turn your attention to the boy who seems to desperately trying to figure you out, “Hi, I’m ( l/n ).” you say, taking the first step.

As he obviously is not going to as he just keeps glancing at you. Like you are supposed to act like you don’t feel a set of eyes boring into the side of your face. Having his eyes connect with your, you can’t help but smile at how the bright red eyes pull you in. Such a pretty eyes. Wait, what?

“Tch.”

Blinking at the reaction, you nod, competently being snapped out of the trance. Now seeing how pissed off he looks, even though it does not seem to be at you, he still is, “Okay…” you trail off, turning back to the communal conversation.

“But orientation, we are going to miss it.” a girl calls out, “If you really want to make the big leagues you can’t waste time at pointless ceremonies.” Aizawa-sensei says bursting her bubble, “Here at UA we are not tethered to traditions.”

Which reminds you of how ( b/n ) told you how unlike many other schools U.A.’s curriculum various from homeroom- teacher to teacher. This must be Aizawa-sensei version.

“That means I get to run my class however I see fit.”

“You have been taking standardised tests most of your lives.” he starts, holding up the phone up with the various activities, “But you have never been able to use your quirks in physical exams before.” you could already guess where this was going.

Clicking the screen to black, he pockets his phone, “The county is still trying to pretend like we are all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It is not rational,” he denies, “One day the ministry of education will learn.”

Sighing his eyes fall on to someone in the group, it is kinda hard to tell with how his hair covers most of his eyes, “Bakugou you managed to get the most points at the entrance exam. What was your father’s distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?”

“Sixty-seven meters,” he says fast, “I think.” he adds. Looking around himself, trying to make it sound like not a big deal, which smells like BS.

“Right, try doing it with your quirk.”

Moving into the painted circle on the floor, Aizawa hands him a ball, “Anything goes, as long as you stay in the circle.” he tells Bakugou as he motions all of us to take a step back, “Go, on. You are wasting our time.” as he just stands there.

A soft snore leaves you as you quickly slap your hand over your face to cover the sound, “Alright man you asked for it.” he says bitterly, stretching out weirdly as he gets ready to throw.

Getting ready, he let’s out a hard battle cry of ‘die’ followed by a massive explosion. Successfully making your eyes widen at the flashy quirk.

“All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It is the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro-hero.” Aizawa-sensei says, holding up his phone to show how far he has thrown. Seven-hundred and five meters.

“Wow, 705 meters are you kidding me?” Kaminari voices, “I want to go, that looks like fun!” a familiar pink lady, “This is what I’m talking about, using our quirks as much as we want.” a boy you aren’t familiar with, yet, calls out happily.

The hum of your teacher at the words of your peers makes it almost clear that he is amused by our nativity, “So, this looks fun, huh?” confirming your first thought, his tone makes it seem like it will not be fun, not in the slightest, not at all.

“You have three years to become a hero. You think it is all gonna be games and playtime?” he asks, not really but hypothetically, “Idiots, today you will compete in eight physical tests to gage your potential.”

“Whoever comes in last has none.” Harsh.

“And will be expelled immediately.” Even harsher.

“Like I said; I get to decide how this class runs, if you got a problem you can head home right now.” he says, waiting for anyone to leave or say something else, “You can’t send one of us home. I mean, we just got here. Even if it wasn’t the first day that isn’t fair.” the brunette girl calls out.

She does have a point, but life isn’t really fair either.

“And you think natural disasters are?” your new teacher questions. Making a small spark come to you. Knowing you and your teacher will get along just fine.

“Or power-hungry villains? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities?” he fires at her. Shaking his head at the young girl, “No, the world is full of unfairness. It is a heroes job to combat that. If you want to be a pro you have to push yourselves to the brink. For the next three years, U.A. will throw one terrible hardship after another at you.” Aizawa-sensei tells her and with extension all of us.

“So, go beyond plus ultra. Show me it is not an accident you are here.” he says, offering some optimism in our pessimistic society, “Now then, we are just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin.”

50 METER DASH

“( l/n ).” your teacher calls out. Letting it be known that he knows your name, most likely all of our names, “How long did the 50-meter dash take you in junior high?”

Thinking back to your last fifty-meter dash you tilt your head, “Three to four seconds give or take.” you say, getting some raised brows at the assumption you can run ten meters in less than a second.

“Stand ready,” he says, offering an arm up. Taking a couple steps closer, you glance at him for a sign to start, “when you’re ready. The sensor will take your time.”

Nodding, you shake your legs out. Taking a deep breath, your eyes start to glow for anyone in your sense of time. Looking around, you see them in slow-mo. Focusing back on the task you run down the lane, stepping over the stripe.

Letting the world run your course of speed again, yet. Turning back to your peers, the board blinks your results, “One-tenth of a second.” he announces.

Making brows raise for very different reasons now. Getting various of; “What?” , “Impossible.” , “That was so cool!” , “So fast!”

Chopping taking your attention, “How did you do that?” Iida question, pushing his glasses back. Rubbing my neck I smiled awkwardly at the surprised faces, as I make my way back to the group, “It’s my quirk, it allows me to run at supersonic speed, while staying maintaining my movements and brain processing. And obviously, it stays in an account that I won’t kill myself with the pressure.”

“Was that even a language?” Kaminari asks me confused, “I am really fast.”

Making multiple peers nod in understanding at the simplistic explanation. As Iida stops his abuse on the air, “I still have a lot to learn.” you deny, not quite as fast as you know you might be able to. Being able to go to march one while you know you can at least get to march two.

“You are just at the start of your journey, I am very confident U.A. will harness your abilities.”

“Oh, uh, thank you.” you say, rubbing your hands together, “Are you two done, or should we praise ( l/n ) some more?” Aizawa-sensei cuts through. Making you slap your cheeks at the call out.

But, obviously, it did not end there. This was just the first part, of an eight-part competition.

A/N: ieppppp I DONT HAVE ANYTHING TOO ADD;; what are ur thoughts???

in the next chapter you can expect;

- the eight-part competition

- & the introduction of new characters <3

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[psycho-pass-saiko]

[Some time after their lunch date, Kogami pays a visit to his former superior for a small training session]

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Kogami, entered the semi-abandoned base as she called “home” these days. The electric was on but was only enlightining the training place, which was placed in the center of the large room. Containing of a large tatami floor. Except the rink, there werent much furniture in this broad room. It felt as if he was in an aircraft shed.

He saw two figures under the lamp, moving back and forward. As he got closer to the figures, the one next the brunette was someone quite familiar.

‘’ Is that… me?’’

‘’Huh-..argh!’’ with a confused yelping, Akane lost her balance as the training robot kicked her legs from the ground, forcing her to fall hard on her chest.

Kogami, made a move forward to help the laying woman but Akane quickly recovered from her earlier state with a back roll, now was on her knees. She pushed a button of her watch on her left wrist, stoping the combat robot. Akane, slowly stood up while his gaze quickly checked her, if there were any injuries or such. She snorted, analyzing his look.

‘’ I am not a piece of glass, Kogami-san.’’

‘’Oh I am well aware of that,’’ He narrowed his eyes but now was more relaxed not seeing any visible injuries. ‘’just fine.’’

Kogami was next to a bench near the tatami she and her robot were on. He threw his backpack as if it was a piece of cloth. Bag fell into the floor after crushing the wood but he didnt care and sat on the bench.

He once again checked her from head to top. She was wearing a cotton pink tights and short sleeved t-shirt, some places were darker from the sweat of her efforts before his arrival. Her leg muscles were making their appearance through the thin fabric. When he saw her bending forward his eyes found hers.

“Is there something on my face, Kogami-san?” She said with a subtle grin on her lips. Kogami shrugged as she grabbed the water bottle just over the tatami, gulping down one or two sips. Kogami, leaned back putting his hands next to his body. He gestured the combat robot with a swing of his chin.

“What about it?”

Akane pulled the bottle from her lips, following his gesture. She cleared her throat before speaking.

“Oh, its just a hologram. You know to get better experince for the field.“ She walked towards the robot, which was designed as Kogami’s body with gym clothes, and tapped the head of the robot making a metalic clank sound . Kogami gave her a coy smile.

“I know its just a hologram. But why me?”

Akane didnt answered as quickly as she wanted. She sighed and combed her short damp hair with her fingers. “It keeps me on focus.” After her short sentence she touched to her watch again to make the hologram disappear. Now it was a plain robot standing in front of her.

“You mean, i keep you on focus?” Kogami continued on his flirty attitude to draw her in the corner. But the Akane he knew, the innocent girl who would blush about anything, was now nowhere to be seen. Instead Akane turned to him with a faint smile and answered honestly. “Yes. Yes you do.”

Kogami, a bit unready for this serious expression, stood up slowly on his legs. He reached to zip of his hoodie, pulling it down while he responded. “You could have said it earlier.”

He stepped on the tatami with his bare feet now his hoodie on his hand. He threw the hoodie like his bag to the bench earlier and turned right to face her fully.

Akane’s gaze wondered over him. He was wearing a black short sleeved t-shirt wrapping around his quite visible biceps, a grey sport pants a bit tight on his thighs. Her eye stopped a bit longer on his torso though. His cheeky voice guided her honey colored eyes to his own grey clouded ones. “One word and you could get the real one here. Also, i have the voice upgrade as well comparing to that mute useless metal garbage.”

Akane, not being able to contain her giggle, hide her lips behind her hand. “ Kogami-san, those combat robots are really useful.”

Kogami raised one of his eyebrows. “ You say so? I can crack open three of them, lets say, under 30 seconds.”

Now it was Akane’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “You say?”

Kogami, put his hands on his waist, leaning on his left leg. “Are you doubting me, Inspector?”

“Ex-Inspector.” She corrected him with that subtle smile again. Kogami wanted to face palm himself but he held back. Akane sipped one more time from her bottle only to throw it next to the bench Kogami’s stuff were. She turned to face him.

“Are you offering me a match, now, Kogami-san?”

Kogami shrugged, moving a bit closer to her. Now he was in front of her, half an arm lenght away. He could see the sweat drops on her neck slowly sliding down to her chest. He fixed his eyes on hers. “If it is what you desire.”

Akane, secretly gulped down, to drown the weird feelings came to her chest. The wild gaze of his grey shiny irises gave shivers to the back of her neck. She muffled an “idiot” beneath her breathe, making sure he didnt hear it. She was successful.

Akane turned to her left, opening her feet about a shoulder gap, taking her defensive standing. “So you want a rematch, if i remember correctly, i was the one who won over our small encounter years ago.”

As he also stood yet a bit bended forward, legs opened, hands in fists, Kogami looked at her. “ What? You didnt win that one-“

She is fast.

Before finishing his sentence about the fight they had years ago, in that abandoned building seconds before an explosion he protected her from, she attacked him gliding on the tatami.

She was a petite woman but as the years passed she learnt to use this to her advantage. She always knew her opponents wont be in her league mostly. So she trained herself with bigger and heavier rivals everytime.

Akane lowered herself more on her knees, dashed to his left side, to his less defensed part. Or she thought.

Akane caught Kogami with her well balanced level change and speed. She threw a punch to under his left arm directly into his chest. Her fist brushed over his shirt as Kogami also slided on the tatami to the front, blocking her attack. Akane without even taking a breath, she turned around her right leg to give a high kick to her opponent.

Kogami saw Akane’s leg before hitting his face. He swayed a bit on his legs, shaked himself to gain the balance and the sight back.

But Akane wasnt planning to give him the chance.

As soon as her left leg touched the ground, she attacked forward again. Her right punch blocked with his left hand, her left with his right. He was now full focused. He leaned a bit forward, still blocking her forceful fists with his forearms. “You could have been a bit kinder towards me. This will leave a bruise, i dont have a metalic face.”

Akane chuckled for a second, looking at his cheek already getting red. She stayed silent, grabbed his left wrist with her left hand pulled him towards herself and twisted his palm to ceiling, her right hand was also pushing his elbow downwards. This made Kogami grunt, as he was facing the floor on his half bending knees now.

Very well, she wanted this.

He threw his body forward into a tumble to release himself from her grabbing. He saved his aching arm from her ,now was behind her. As she was turning to her back, he grabbed her opened arm quicker than before. He raised it upwards, rising on his left knee to create a room for his right leg to kick the back of hers. His heavy leg found its target, making her to fall on her back. Still holding her left arm Kogami stood up. He gently twirled her palm to an unnatural state.

She grunted with pain and had to turn facedown on the tatami, to not get her shoulder dislocated. Kogami, standing over her, took a short breath before releasing her from his grip.

“You improved yourself fairly, Tsunemori.” he complimented her. And he was serious about every word. He knew she could fight and protect herself, but feeling it directly made a difference. Nothing came from her as a response so Kogami got worried if he went hard on her too much.

“Tsune- ugh?!”

To his confusion, Akane rolled over to her right side, mirroring his attack, she kicked him behind his knees. When his body lowered to ground she grabbed his left arm, raised her torso lifting up her waist and legs. She instantly caged his neck and head between her calfs, locking her feet with a twist. Kogami with a thud fell on the floor, eyes widened with shock. Akane hugged to his left arm, now he was in her steel like leg lock.

She arched her back, making the grip tighter. Kogami, growled in his chest, he grabbed her ankles with his free hand tried to open the lock. But it was, no wonder , in vain.

Before his vision got dark, he hit the tatami floor a few times, declaring his defeat.

Akane grunted as she losen up her grip around him. She pulled her legs back to herself, still layed down next to him trying to recover her breathing.

Seconds of silence past. Until both of them started giggling at the same time.

“ 30 seconds you were saying?”scorned him.

“ I might have been underestimated you a bit.” said Kogami now leaning on his arm, looking at her from up.

Akane turned her head to left to encounter with his soft gaze. “Biggest mistake of yours, i assume.”

Kogami, snorted looking at the ceiling as if praying to god. “ Thats for sure. Should i start counting the times you sent me to hospital room, Tsunemori?”

A rush of blood went to Akane’s cheeks. “ You were not obeying to my orders that time Kogami-san! I apologized a lot.” She stood up on both of her elbows, now same level with his face. Seeing a cheeky yet quite relaxed expression of him caught her off of guard.

“Yeah, you did apologize a lot. Should have been me who did all of it though.” His right hand reached over, slightly brushing away the hair that was hiding her eyes. With the sudden move, Akane held her breath for a time she felt like a year. Not changing his caring expression a couple more seconds, he watched her face in a dreamy look, just before standing up.

He placed his hands on the floor, taking a boost from it, stood up. He hold out his hand to her. Akane, grabbed his hand, realizing the size difference between them once more. Her cheeks got a bit more pinkier.

“You can kick a full grown-ass man from floor to floor, but a small act of chivalry makes you blush.” He chuckled with his hoarse voice. “ You are one of a kind, Akane Tsunemori.”

Akane, not knowing if she should pull her hand back, shrugged. “ Well, at least, i am the first statutory enforcer in the history.”

This stole a full laughter from his lips.

“ I didnt mean about that specific kind.” His smile reached to his eyes. Akane gave him an equal smile, as bright as the stars.

“So, what are we getting tonight?” She realized neither he or she released each other from their hand hold.

“Hmm, what are you in the mood for?” He asked walking together with her to the bench.

“Noodles!”

Kogami, smirked while grabbing his stuff with his free hand. His fingers entwined with her delicate ones.

“Noodles, it is.”

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[I hope you guys like it, it is my first time writing a ficlet for Shinkane, just a cozy time for them]

and i am sorry for the mistakes that i made dont mind my typos love youuu

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[dinolikes]

IMPOSTER- PART TWO

summery ❤︎ Nobody has any quirks and are stuck on a ship like among us

pairings ❤︎ Imposter!Dabi x Reader

content warnings ❤︎ major character death

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you sobbed into dabi's chest as hawks and ingeniumu covered thirteens body with a sheet, everyone looking over, some with tears, and some with just a blank look, like they were still processing it.

it was silent for a long time before ingeniumu cleared his throat and looked up, everyone seeing the ghost of tears in his eyes, "we have to call h-headquarters," his voice cracked but he stood tall, he would make a great captain one day, even with his pushover attitude.

you were crowded in the cafeteria, a computer resting on the table with headquarters on the line.

"im sorry to say this but you have an imposter."

you shook your head, you refused to believe it, how could these people, your FRIENDS, who you've lived with for a year, how could they be imposters?

though you shouldnt be surprised, the league has been gaining members, rarely any ship didnt have at least ONE imposter, some even having as much as three, you just thought you guys were the exception.

"twice, hawks, you searched thirteens body correct?" a voice came through the screen.

"yes sir," hawks quietly muttered.

"was everything in place?"

"he didnt have the vent key."

the vent key, really easy to pass through, was originally made for people to quickly go from room to rooms, but after the rise of imposters who started using it to sneak up on people, only one person was allowed to use it per day.

the voice cursed, "very well." a sigh could be heard, "well you know the drill," you did, you just didnt like it, "if you suspect someone, send them out and let them die," you gulped.

you didnt know if you could do that, even knowing that someone here murdered thirteen, you learned to care for each of them, even weirdo itchy snatch tomura. you didnt know if you could just send them into space to suffocate. even the thought made you sick.

"until then, we'll need you to finish your tasks fast, we'll have you home by the end of the day, which means the imposter will probably try to kill faster today. watch out." with that a beep was heard, signaling that you were disconnected.

a grim silence filled the room.

hawks finally spoke up, "which one of you assholes did it?"

dabi glared at the taller man, "fuck you dude, how do we know you didnt do it?"

hawks took a step closer, "bold accusations from someone who seems to hate everyone!"

"why would I kill one of the only people I actually like in this shithole?"

"because he had the vent key dumbass!"

"hey!" twice yelled.

hawks glowered at him, "oh yeah, how could we forget twice here? you found the body right? meaning you were the last one to see him? why DID you decide to check on him huh?"

"why would I come to you guys then?!"

"i dunno, to throw off suspicion maybe?"

you finally snapped "stop it!" everyone's heads shot towards you, "thirteen is dead," you choked out, "and I know thay we're all upset but we just have to finish today's tasks and then we're back home, okay?"

everyone stared, until deku started nodding, "y-yeah! just today's tasks left! then we'll go home and catch the imposter and we'll be fine!"

"what makes you so sure we'll catch him once we get home idiot?"

deku stared up confusingly at kaachan, "dont we have cameras?"

ingeniumu looked at his friend "obviously deku but whatre you getting at?"

"our cameras have memory sticks," shoto spoke up quietly, "when they're connected into one of headquarters machines, you can access all of what it caught,"

deku nodded rapidly, "exactly!"

your eyes lit up, "deku your a genius!" you grabbed his head and gave him a big smooch on the forehead, leaving him a red and stuttering mess.

dabi tsk'ed, "c'mere,' he grabbed you hand and pulled you towards him, wrapping you hands around you and resting his head on your shoulder.

you rolled your eyes playfully at his jealous nature.

"fine. we finish our task but if another person is found dead we're booting someone off." with that, hawks stormed off.

you tried not to go too harsh on him, you knew hawks looked up to thirteen, and beneath that cocky demeanor, he really was soft.

knowing that though, you couldnt help but feel some fear and resentment.

fear because you didnt think you could kill off one of your own and resentment because you knew hawks would make you do exactly that.

"we should have a plan," ingeniumu speaks up, "4 groups of two who continue on and do their tasks, and I think twice should be on security, just incase the imposter attacks again," everyone nods.

"i'll go with wonder," dabi states, already grabbing your hand,

"dont you think you'll get distracted with...other things?" tomura smirks, dabi clenching your hand in his.

"fuck. off."

"oo feisty~"

dabi glares, "yknow you dont really seem to care much that thirteens dead!"

tomura's eyes flash a dangerous color and he leans forward.

"the FUCK did you just say?"

"you heard me you fucking incel,"

"stop!" ingeniumu yells, "tomura is right, you guys do get quite distracted, wonder is with hawks, dabi your with shoto. ill go with tomura and that leaves deku and kaachan, with twice on security. let's go!"

dabi grumbles but goes with his brother as you lightly kiss him on the cheek and go with hawks.

you cant help but think about how amazing that kid is gonna be when hes older as a captain of his own ship.

you and hawks head off, both of you checking your list and stopping by rooms, the other waiting as they finish their task and repeating, until hawks sighed.

"how are you dating that asshole?"

you laugh, "hes not too bad once he likes you,"

"and what? he just doesn't like me?"

"exactly."

"what if he didnt like thirteen?" your smile drops instantly.

"hawks..."

"I'm just saying!"

"well STOP saying! I know dabi and he wouldnt betray me like that, so whatever accusations you have against MY boyfriend, I dont wanna here it," you scowl as you check your notebook, and started heading forward, "c'mon. I have to do wires in electrical."

hawks stayed quiet through the walk, as you stormed forward, wanting to get as much away from him as possible without ACTUALLY losing him. if you were being honest you were scared of going off alone.

as you walked in electrical you instantly went towards the wires, not noticing hawks standing in the doorway,

"wonder?"

"yes hawks?" you snap.

"I just saw someone vent." you pause and turn around.

"where and who?!"

"I dont know! I just saw the vent close when we walked in here and since Thirteen had the key before he died, that means that only the imposter can vent!"

"fuck! why would they vent though?!"

hawks paused. "maybe they killed someone again."

tears filled your eyes as you started searching the dark room, almost tripping over something, you only briefly looked up but you choked back a sob.

it was a foot.

"hawks!"

he came running towards you from behind the wall and saw the foot, gulping as he turned on the flashlight.

there say ingeniumu, with his throat slashed.

you couldnt hold back the cry that left your throat as hawks pulled you in for a hug, mostly to hide his own tears.

"what's going on in here?" you heard dabi's voice and you lifted you head to see him and shoto.

he looked mad but when hawks gestured with his flashlight towards the body, the brief flash letting both of the boys see, dabi understood.

"c'mere baby," he grabbed you quickly and held you tight as you sobbed into his chest, dabi looked up at his brother, "shoto can you call a meeting?" he asked softly. you assumed shoto nodded because there were no other words spoken.

there you all sat again, in cafeteria.

you were sniffling as dabi played with your hair, you holding shoto close as he leaned into you, still in shock of seeing his friend's lifeless corpse like that.

deku stood tall and didnt bother to hide the tears streaming down his face and even kaachan was caught sniffling a bit.

twice sat quietly in the corner, with his elbows on his knees.

hawks though, was red in the face from anger. and the victim of his anger was none other than tomura.

"you were teamed up with him fuckface!"

tomura simply shrugged, "I got bored and wanted to check on twice, see if he was alive,"

"well he is! but your partner fucking isnt!" hawks jammed his finger against the other mans chest, "and I think YOURE the cause!"

tomura raised his eyebrows, "I was with twice, right twice?" he did a 180 to stare hard at twice who looked up slightly and slowly nodded. that seemed to please tomura though as he turned back around, "see?"

"that doesnt mean shit! you were supposed to be with him!"

"but I wasnt."

"but you WERE! that's why the kid is dead!"

"I say we vote." shoto's voice was muffled by your neck and dabi's chest, where he was currently crammed in, but it was still intelligible.

you raise your head and wipe a few stray tears, "I think that's smart sho,"

you all nod and murmur in agreement.

"fine then. let's vote." hawks glares at tomura one last time, "who says skip?"

tomura, twice and shoto raise their hands.

"i dont think theres enough evidence." shoto explains and you nod, quietly telling him that theres nothing wrong with his belief.

hawks has a slight triumph look on his face, "who says that tomura is a fucking psychopath who likes to murder children!"

"murder a child. thirteen is practically twice my age" tomura corrects, "and besides I didn't do it."

hawks rolls his eyes, "whatever, everyone just vote."

you, dabi, hawks, deku and kaachan raise your hand, making you guys the winner.

"perfect." hawks drags tomura over to the ejecting room, usually used for heavier garbage that didnt fit in the disposal.

as you all surrounding the glass wall that separated you and tomura you cried a bit more.

sure you hated this dude but you still KNEW him!

"anything left to say sicko?" hawks glared at the smiling tomura.

"maybe you arent as much of a bird brain as I thought hawks. good job, you win," he does a slight bow like this was a performance before hawks pulls the lever, tomura's body flying out before hawks closed it again.

"he admitted to it." deku stated simply.

"yeah."

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#dabi #dabi x y/n #dabi is touya #mha dabi #dabi x reader #dabi smau #dabi x you #dabi is a todoroki #dabi headcanons #dabi my hero academia #mha x y/n #mha imagines #mha headcanons #mha #bnha imagines #bnha x y/n #bnha fanfiction #bnha #bnha au #bnha dabi #mha au #among us au #among us

[feeling-uncomfy]

Chapter 10! Sorry this one took a little longer to get out, lack of motivation has been killing me lately :/

Drug mentions

There will be trigger warnings. Unfortunately this chapter isnt much better than the last one, sorry 👉👈

Warnings are:

Cussing

Abuse (also referenced)

Drug mention

Hope you enjoy!

Tokoyami was in and out of consciousness for the next while. He wasnt really aware of the time passing.

Sometimes there would be someone checking something next to his bed, or someone would be talking quietly. He wasnt sure who was who.

His body felt hot and cold at the same time, then nothing. He was vaguely aware of the sun and moon when he was conscious. More often than not he'd go straight back under after opening an eye.

Though, finally he seemed to wake up. His eyes opened slowly, midday sun filtering in through blinds that were half closed. He tried to move, but his body seemed so heavy. Someone was sleeping at the edge of his bed, seemingly not having moved in a while.

Wait, how did he get here? The last thing he remembered was...

Hawks and Aziawa at the hospital? Then they went to class. Yeah, he remembered not liking Bakugo's loud voice. He remembered getting lost, and...

Oh. The league. Tokoyami wasnt sure why they hadn't killed him, though he was grateful. He remembered vaguely his Dad's friend, the drugs. Hawks and Dabi fighting. Then, the building falling.

Tokoyami tried moving again. Nothing. The person shifted, and Tokoyami froze. He didnt mean to wake them up. "Kid...?"

Tokoyami knew that voice. He tried speaking, but found he couldn't open his mouth. Wierd, drugs never had this affect on him.

"Kid?! Kid, holy shit!" Hawks stared at him, making sure this was real. His kid was alive, he was okay. Hawks let out a sigh of relief. Tokoyami tried speaking again. "Kid, your not gonna be able to talk for a while, okay?"

Why? What was wrong? The beeping picked up, giving away his panic. Hawks rested his hand on his shoulder, reassuring him. "Its fine, you took a nasty hit to the beak, you'll be okay in a few days, dont worry about it, okay?"

That was optimistic thinking, Hawks knew, but he couldn't worry the kid anymore. The door opened, and Hawks found his wings sharpen without him thinking.

A doctor came in. He spoke in a low voice to Hawks, and turned to Tokoyami. "Hey there, glad to see you've finally woken up. How are you feeling right now?" Tokoyami moved to shrug.

Pain flared up his side. The beeping picked up again. Tokoyami tried not to move, but it hurt. Why did it hurt so much?

The doctor walked over to something next to Tokoyami, and started messing with it. Tokoyami felt himself go numb, and his eyes grew heavy again.

Tokoyami tried to fight it, he didnt want to back under. He wanted to stay awake. He stared at Hawks, praying his eyes expressed his discomfort. Please dont make him go back.

He couldn't keep it up, and the sudden exhaustion beat him, his eyes closing shut.

Hakws watched Tokoyami's eyes close again, his body going slack against the sheets. He sighed. The doctor apologised. "We dont want him to experience anymore pain than he needs to." Hawks nodded, sitting back down.

The kid slept peacefully for the next two days. Hawks never left his side, much to the annoyance of the Commission and Endeavor. He didnt care.

Hawks was sitting on the chair, plotting his revenge on Dabi as he scrolled through his phone quietly. Aziawa came in. "How's he doing?" Hawks answered the same way he had yesterday. Aziawa sighed.

"The other problem-children are asking for him. Again." Hawks let out a snort. It was kinda sweet how much they cared. Aziawa turned to him.

"Dont be angry..." Aziawa started, eyes flickering to the door. Hawks sat a little straighter. "What happened?"

Aziawa sighed again and gestured for whoever was at the door to come in. Hawks turned to greet them.

A man came in, he seemed clean enough. He wore a suit and a scowl. Hawks noted his eyes. They were red, just like...

Hawks turned back to Aziawa. "You did not." He said in a low voice, praying that he was wrong. Aziawa shook his head. Hawks turned back to the man. He was staring at Tokoyami, who was still unconscious.

The man turned back to the pair. "My name is Mesu Shiri. A pleasure to meet such a high ranking hero." He stuck his hand out, and Hawks had to force a grin as he shook the mans hand.

He turned back to Tokoyami. "I apologise for all the trouble my son has caused you, allow me to take him back until he has healed, assuming you would still be willing to have him." Hawks's head snapped towards Aziawa, glaring. Tokoyami's hand twiched slightly.

So, this was the asshole that hurt his kid. He forced an easy smile again. "Its no problem, I'd always be happy to have a hero like Tsukuyomi among my staff." He tried not to strangle the man. He had to know more first.

The man looked honestly a little shocked. "After all the trouble he's caused? I'm surprised you even took him on. That quirk of his is troublesome, not to mention Fumikage himself." The man was next to Tokoyami now, his hands hovering slightly above his broken arm.

Hawks bristled. "I assure you sir, your son has been nothing short of respectful. His mannerisms and control over his quirk are unlike any I've ever seen." He kicked Aziawa's shin moving his foot back. That's for bringing this asshole here. Hawks thought bitterly.

The man shook his head. Hawks didnt like how close he was to Tokoyami's already injured arm. "Sir, please step away, you may damage machinery." And my kid, he didnt say this. He was sure the meaning was clear.

The man didnt move. "Sir." Hawks tried again. The man touched his arm. Aziawa stood. "Sir, you were asked to—" the man brought both hands down, tightly clamped down on the arm. There was a visible jolt from Tokoyami.

Hawks stepped forward. "Hey! Get off!" The man held the arm up, yelling. Aziawa pushed the panic button, then moved to help.

Hawks grabbed the man, trying to pry him off Tokoyami's arm. The man started screaming. Hawks caught the words 'failure' and 'waste of my fucking time' along with curses.

Hawks managed to get his grip loose and shoved the man away. He was panting as security came in. Endeavor was there? Hawks kept his eyes on the threat. He was yelling as the security grabbed him.

"Let me go! That failure of a son is a fucking disappointment, and he needs to know that!" Aziawa looked up from where he was calming a panicking Tokoyami, who was awake, down. "Hawks, calm down—"

"I mean, really. After all those fucking suppressants, he should be able to fucking deal with it!"

The room fell silent. Hawks stared at the man. This asshole really thought he had any right—

Hawks's fist moved without him thinking, punching the asshole square in the face.

There was a crack. Endeavor put a hand on his shoulder, holding Hawks back as they dragged the man out, covered in blood.

I would say sorry but...

Yaknow damn well I'm not lmao tho I do hope the next chapter will be happier ( ya never know tho :) )

#boku no hero academia #tokoyami #bnha hawks #aizawa shouta #ffndtjdtf Tokoyami's dad is an ass #so i refuse to write him into the story #but i had to for story development :/ #damn

[katsukikitten]

Heated 3

A/N just remember yall asked for part three 😂😂

It has been a long time since you've used your quirk to it's full potential, high school even.

This wasnt from a lack of challenge, no if anything holding back day after day was a challenge in of itself.

But, as all things do with time, it became easier and easier.

Soon you had forgotten what the feeling of your quirk really was. Of the rage that flowed through your body so easily has quickly turned into cold apathy.

No longer were you passionate or emotionally invested in any of the missions you took part of.

Or the outings.

Which lead to your recent break up with a ruby red haired hero.

You two had dated for the better half of your highschool year but something always felt off between the two of you.

And the more that Aizawa taught your to reign in your emotions the more prevalent the distance between you and Kirishima became.

You ended things, especially when you figured out why the two started dating.

Convenience, heart break over another. You stare at your ever present heart monitor that every hero agency demands you wear for "just in case you do go berserk".

It doesnt matter that your heart rate barely soars over 90 during missions or training.

And it doesn't matter that you hadn't gone berserk in almost a decade.

You sigh out, bored even as you wait for the bank robber to come your way as you hide in the shadows. He comes in breathless bounds, rounding the corner as he flees from the cops. He rounds to corner bumping into your chest, falling right onto his ass, bag of money starting to blow in the wind.

"Hello there." You smile as he stares up at you with widened eyes. After a quick stretch of silence you grab for him with one hand while the other goes for the cuffs.

You giggle as you clamp the antiquirk cuffs onto his wrists passing him over easily to the cops.

A scream rings out before the radio in your ear hisses.

*' Berserk we need you in the west end. There has been reports of an appearance of the League.'*

"Anyone else on scene?" You ask, several large explosions shake the earth beneath your feet practically answering your question.

*"Currently Ground Zero."*

Your heart rate increases by ten at even the sound of his name.

*"Anger is fear turned inward."* Aizawa's words echo in your head as your feet pound against pavement.

The scene is a tough sight to take in as Bkaugou fights back against three people.

Toga, who slices the air with a manic grin, twice who surprisingly has yet to split and Dabi who's blue hot flame licks on sunkissed skin.

For the first time in a long time your heart rate spikes enough for your bracelet to beep. You have half a mind to crush it before lunging into battle.

"Hello there." You scream out as part of your on going experiment Dabi gives you a side way smile before answering.

"General Kenobi." He faces you only for a fist to slam harshly into his face. Slamming him hard enough into the wall that a cloud of dust begins to blind everyone in the party.

"Oi oi!" Bakugou's voice grates your nerves but you blow hot air out of your nose, bringing you hand backward with enough force to clear the air.

When Bakugou catches sight of your strong frame he is stunned stupid.

That is until a six inch blade plunges into his side as a moan of glee rings out in his ear.

"Ooooohhh." Toga smiles with flushed cheeks as Bakugou brings a powered fist into her face. He lands on two feet, hand instinctively flying to his wound. He looks at his splayed fingers to spy an already alarming amount of blood. He growls as he goes into the attack. Every now and again his eyes flickering towards you.

Who, no surprise, is holding you own quite well. You move too quickly for Dabi, who is more used to ranged or surprised attacks. Not all out close combat and not to the intensity that his opponent swings so quickly and with such force that his flames are snuffed out. You press further as agitation grows quickly on his chest.

What you don't know is that you may or may not be falling into a trap as twice splits half run towards him while the other half run towards your fight.

Bakugou cannot warn you about the possibility either. Too preoccupied by Toga, three Twice and the screaming of his side.

He lands again but this time on unsteady feet spitting blood onto the street.

Toga licks up the length of her knife with lust filled eyes, quickly turning into the hot heads mirror image.

Twice multiples at an alarming rate, meaning to overwhelm the quickly tiring Bakugou.

"I wouldn't follow after Berserk if I were you." He spits again, flashing malice through bloodied teeth, "She's liable to hit you twice as hard using my stolen face."

He watches himself sneer before he turns on his heel heading into the fight clouded by smoke and dust.

"Fuck." Bakugou hisses as he let's explosions ring out freely from his palms as Twice splits and splits and fucking splits. All the while Bakugou begins to sway, the blood being urged out of him with every sharp movement he takes.

You connect another deadly blow into his burnt jaw sending him flying as two Twice jump you out of nowhere. You slam your back agaisnt the closest wall to shake them, one falls bloodied while the other wrangles to wrap his arms around your throat.

"Y/LN, Stand down before your temper rises too high." You freeze in your steps, his voice doing the opposite as your wrist double beeps.

It's hard to believe that your heart rate has reached 130 for the first time in *years*

With that more power floods your veins as you reach behind you, grabbing onto the nape of Twice's neck sending him flying into Bakugou.

"Fucking take care of that would you?" Your voice comes out tight, more twice split as you stalk towards Dabi.

He would be the best to bring in considering out of the three present he has the most sound mind.

A scary thought to have.

"Your heart rate is too high and the agency is going to come and ruin all of our fucking fun. Stand down!" Its a yell, almost like an order that has you seeing a maddening shade of red. You turn like a bull called rushing towards him fist reared only to stop inches from his stupidly smug face.

Fuck this guy and fuck how he made your heart soar and sink at the same time.

Fuck how you could feel his gaze without looking.

And most importantly fuck how you could never, ever get over him.

You pant in his face, thinking of head butting him when you notice something his off.

His eyes, they were missing something.

Some sort of underlying emotion was absent. As you rage a war within yourself if this could be Toga or the true Bakugou Dabi jumps onto your back.

Twice piles onto your arms and legs, multiplying with each lost body twice over.

All the while a smug ass smirk hangs off of those damn lips.

Your heart rate soars as you struggle to keep your temper in check. Should you lose your cool there would be no one here to stop you from leveling the city.

Dabi presses his lips to your ear as he cranes your head upward by pulling your hair.

"Why not let that temper out?" It is a cruel bark of a laugh. You knock your head into his ripping your own hair as one of his teeth sinks and sticks into your scalp from the blow. He spits blood at Bakugou's feet.

"Its in *your* best interest that I don't." You hiss, struggling with yourself and the weight of the ever growing pile of men. Your breath hitches, your wrist beeps too loudly and sensory over load is coming in hot.

Coaxing your rage out from the corner, your bite your lip until you taste pennies.

"She's too scared too is all." Bakugou sneers down at you, palm held out as you buck only for your head to be slammed down.

"You have a better chance of getting *him* to lose his temper than me." You incline towards the blonde before you. Half wondering if it is really him.

His eyes haunt your memories and they haunt you now.

"Oh but we aren't here for him. No we are here for *you*." Dabi purrs.

"What?" You bite out, starting to lose the fight.

And not with the fight with the amass of men pressing you into shards of broken tile.

"You're lucky enough to have been chosen." An insidious smile on his lips as he speaks, his breath hot on your ear "Maybe even lucky enough to be a Nomu or better yet reborn."

With that the thread snaps and blinding rage floods your vision, clouding it with nothing but the thought to destroy.

To have these men before you bleed until they gasp out their last breaths.

The bracelet beeps at high volume only to be crushed by a Twice.

You thrash as someone screams "NOW!" A sharp point sinks into your neck before a burning liquid rushes your veins.

Your eyes flutter, your heart slows and your body even goes slack, whatever sedative they were using on you was most likely lethal.

Your body relaxes with an exhaled breath as darkness ebbs like the ocean. Slowly washing away reality and replacing it with pitch black.

××××××

You wake with a start hand clutched to your chest as you jump to your feet. Rage still flooding hot in your body as you split your bed in two.

"Easy there." His voice comes out smooth and your door opens. You turn to see Dabi enter the room. Your heart floods with a mixture hurt...of love as you stare after him. Toga, your best friend, follows in behind him, her ash blonde hair gives you a splitting headache as scarlet flashes in your head. You begin to shake, breath coming out too quickly as Dabi soothes his hands over your skin.

"Hey.. " It comes out feather soft, "It's just the medicine. You got into a nasty fight with that asshole Ground Zero."

Blood pounds in your ears from the sound of his name and all that you remember last is him looking down at you, palm held out. Your fist goes clean through the cinder block wall, you shake all over. Body over stimulated and over worked.

Dabi and Toga exchange a worried glance.

"Did...did he hurt you?" You turn towards your lover now with worry welling in your eyes. Blue burns into your skin as you look him over, fingers softly pressing here and there for wounds. You spy the bruises on his jaw easily. Again your body shakes, vibrates even as you lose yourself in your temper, something you had not allowed yourself to do in quite some time.

"I'll fucking kill him." Your voice comes out dark, dark enough that it thrums with enough power for the light bulb over head to shatter.

Blue flame illuminates the small room emphazinfing a dizzying smile before his blue eyes flicker to your friend Toga with approval.

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #bnha heated #bnha kacchan #bnha bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #bnha imagine #bnha angst

[thequeenb]

Lost Love (part 4)

Pairings: KamilahxMC

Kamilah entered Adrian's office and right away it was obvious how tired she was. Vampires shouldn't feel exhausted but she was, and everyone could tell.

Adrian knew right away that Kamilah wasn't her usual self. She was always careful of her appearance, her posture. Now her eyes were tired, her body language begged for mercy and her suit was wrinkled.

"Hello Kamilah you look--"

"Save it Raines, i have a headache already" she said massaging her temples

The minute she opened her mouth the smell of Whiskey filled the room, Adrian's eyes filled with pity

"Nicole was able to find an address of a small apartment near Central park"

As soon as she heard these words her eyes shined bright, like a lightning of hope hit her. She squared up her shoulders fixing her suit

"What are we waiting for?"

___

They soon arrived at a small apartment complex. Kamilah stared at the building closing her eyes

"Kami? What are you doing out here its cold" Amy said wrapping her hands around herself

Kamilah looked at her eyes ignoring the rest of the world, the rain falling making her clothes soaking wet

"I- i couldn't sleep because i was thinking and i just couldn't--"

"Kami please come in its freezing cold" Amy plead with her eyes, something Kamilah couldn't resist

She lead her up to her apartment. It was small and cozy, a huge difference between her penthouse. But she didn't care, it was warm and welcoming with a nice atmosphere

"So will you tell me what happened? I am going to bring you some towels and--"

She hesitated at first but she grabbed Amy's arm pulling her against her. She was soon pinned against the wall gasping

"I..i think i have feelings for you" Kamilah breathed out

Amy smiled trying to control her heartbeat but it was impossible given the fact that she waited for this moment since they first met

"Are you alright?" Adrian asked placing a hand on the back

She nodded unable to speak, afraid that the emotions will get the best of her and she will be vulnerable once again.

They both stood outside of the door looking uneasy. Kamilah was about to ring the bell but she stopped her hand mid air

"If you aren't ready we can--" Adrian started talking but before he could finish she rang the doorbell fast, no longer able to regret.

Her panic grew inside of her realising that she didn't thought of their next step. Amy will open the door and then what? Maybe she was crazy and she was just imagining things but all the worries disappeared as the door cracked open.

A purple hair woman answered it eyeing them confused

"Heyy..how can i help you?" she said watching the two strangers Infront of her.

Kamilah cleared her throat trying to find the right words. Were they in the wrong apartment? Was this even a good idea?

"We..we want to ask you a few questions if thats ok"

The woman suddenly felt uneasy. Amy had been gone for some time now and she was scared that this was about her. Stepping aside she gestured at them to come in

They sat uncomfortably on the couch across from her, the silence in the room felt heavy until Adrian started the conversation.

"Lets start with the introductions, i am Adrian Raines and this is my friend Kamilah Sayeed"

"I am..Lily" she said, her eyes growing wide "if this is for that one time i tried to hack the-"

"Thats not why we are here" Kamilah said massaging her temples

"Wait, you guys arent from the FBI?" Lily gasped exaggeratedly

"No thats..we aren't even-" Adrian started but Kamilah lost her patience

"Listen my time is valuable so dont waste it"

"Wow calm down grandma.."

"Boom i won.. again!!" Lily yelled excited doing a victory dance

"This is unfair you know you are a vamprire i am not" Amy said crossing her arms

"You know for two people in the middle of a chaos you are loud enough" Kamilah said leaning against a ruined wall

"Come join us! Some of the video games are crushed but we managed to get some working" Amy's eyes softened at the sight of the woman that made her heart skip a beat, and tonight.. tonight it may be their last night.

"Oh come on grandma i can teach you" Lily said instantly regretting "i mean- yes join us um please?"

Amy's sweet laughter echoed through the destroyed mall, but even if this ugly reality exists Kamilah felt hopeful knowing that Amy will be there with her.

Gasping she covered her mouth with her hand. Kamilah was now inches away from her face, her eyes red with anger. Adrian was holding her back repeating her name

"I..i know you.." she breathed out confused "how do i know you?"

Kamilah sat back as the realisation hit her "You are.. Amy's best friend". Adrian seemed to be on the same page looking at Lily who ran to the kitchen

"I..i am but she is not here" she now looked uncomfortable and hurt remembering how cruelly she left her behind

"I don't know where she had been ever since but..she left this if it helps"

She handed the note to Kamilah who started reading it, her eyes growing wet

"The people that i love dont remember me" she repeated hating herself for not remembering her, but it wasnt her fault and still something seemed off.

"Where she could be?" Adrian was lost in thought as all of them

"Her parents live in America?"

"Yes, which makes it harder if she left the US" Lily sighed heavily, the situation finally sinking in

"Its weird right? That i dont know you but i kind of do?" It was so confusing for all of them and they were determinated to find the only person who knows the truth.

"We called her but she hang up almost immediately" Kamilah said looking embarrassed about her naive behaviour, she was always so strategic that being implosive was way out of her league.

"Maybe i can? I haven't called her because i couldn't..i couldn't bear if she wouldn't answer"

Adrian stood up looking apologetic "i have to go back to work but, dont hesitate to call me"

He said his goodbyes and disappear, leaving the two of them alone. An uncomfortable silence kept them distant but then Lily sat next to her clearly looking lost

"You know..i dont remember everything but, Amy talked a lot about you"

Her train of thoughts stopped as she dared to look at the woman next to her. Hearing Amy's name always made her forget everything

"You two loved eachother didn't you? And somehow we became friends"

Kamilah shrugged "There is something irritating about you"

A sly smile drew on her lips "oh please i am awesome" they shared a short laugh, one that didn't last to long before the conversation turned to Amy again.

"Do you.." Kamilah started but she paused thinking carefully about her next words "Do you mind telling me how she behaved before she was gone?"

Lily walked back to the kitchen bringing two glasses and a cheap wine "We will need this" she said pouring it into her glass.

___

Amy raised her hand and a taxi stopped Infront of her. She got in telling the driver where to take her. Tired she leaned her head against the window watching the sky, tonight the stars weren't shinning everything was pinch black

She couldn't sleep well and everytime her eyes managed to close the painful memories came back at once crushing her heart into pieces again.

She sighed, maybe this wasn't a wise choice but now it was to late to regret it. Finally the taxi came to a stop and she felt uneasy here goes nothing she encouraged herself and when she exited the car the weight of her decision made her heart beat faster, her mind going with 1000 per second.

___

"She was troubled, and none of us knew anything" Kamilah said as a single tear escaped her eye. She was quick to wipe it off, she always hate when she show vulnerability but Lily wasn't judgemental at all. The bottle of wine was now almost empty like Kamilah's heart.

"It was my fault, i could sense something was off but i just thought she was having a bad day" Lily groaned as her face collapsed to her hands.

Kamilah hesitated but she patted her back sympathetically understanding the pressure and the stress she must be feeling. But both of them jumped at the sound of the door bell ringing.

They looked eachother not knowing who it might be. It was very late at night so this was an alarm for Kamilah. They both stood up whispering

"I go get the door if thats ok" Lily nodded watching Kamilah opening carefully the door.

Everything stopped. The time, her breath, her heart. Her mouth opened without her realising and her eyes were wide in shock

Amy blinked a couple of times saying to herself that this is one of her mind tricks, she isn't real she had forgotten her. But the more she blinked the more real it felt.

"Amy.." she whispered, her voice charged with emotion

"Kamilah.." was all she managed to say before feeling her legs weak. She fell but Kamilah was quick to catch her in her arms.

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[cosmic-ivy]

Noisey Neighbors

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Sighing in sweet relief you fall back onto your daybed. It was late and you had just gotten off work. It wouldn’t have been so bad if your desk-mate Kirsten wasn’t being a total bitch about tomorrow’s deadline. Thinking about her made you heated all over again. She’s such a kiss ass to your boss too. She’s probably over at his house right now drinking wine and getting that promotion. You rubbed your temples trying to erase the thought.

Running the bath water, you pour in some lavender bubble bath. The water is boiling, just the way you like it as you sink into tub. A hissing sound coming through your teeth as your skin burned, but your muscles relaxed instantly under the heat. You laid your head back and started to sort through your thoughts. Easing your mind.

'ᴛʜᴜᴅ'

You jumped at the-heart dropping-sound coming through your ceiling. Groaning in annoyance. Your upstairs neighbors were the loudest people in this apartment building. You heard more bangs and crashes.

What the fuck are they doing up there?

The noises disappeared after a few minutes, and you finished your bath in peace.

You put on your robe and flip your hair up into a towel . You settle into your bed with some wine and Netflix on your laptop.

Midway through Sabrina, the boys upstairs started on their bullshit again. This time you were more upset, glancing over at the time, 11:29 pm. You just wanted to finish an episode before bed.

You could hear the vague gunshot sounds of video games. But it was the shouting that got to you.

You turn up you volume as high as it could go, thinking it would drown out those annoying boys in 305.

“Jimin!!! I’m dying over here!”

That was it! You slammed your laptop shut and stormed out of your apartment to the stairwell, marching right up to their door. Pounding on it.

The door opens.

Jimins Pov

“God damnit Kook! You ate all the scooby doo fruit snacks!”

“No I didn’t!” Jungkook shouted from the living room. “Check the fridge,” he fiddled his thumbs over his controller. Engulfed in the game he’s been binging all day.

“Why would they be in the fridge?” Jimin shook his head as he open the door to see. Yup. The box of fruit snacks next to the milk.

Grabbing a couple packs and venturing into the living room, glancing out the window to the parking lot.

“You’re such a creep!” Jungkook teased.

“Am not!”

“Oh - so your not checking to see if the girl from the second floor is coming home. Like you do every night at this time.” Kookie opened his mouth gesturing for Jimin to feed him a Scooby snack.

“Mind your own business,” he popped one in Jungkooks mouth before dumping the rest of the pack into his.

“Ehh they changed the formula!” Jimin clenched his jaw. Not expecting the flavors.

“No they didn’t,”

“Yes they did, taste them!”

“They taste like a fruit snack,” Jungkook snatched another pack from Jimins hands.

“No they don’t They taste different!” He examined the packaging ripping the corner and pouring the candies out in his palm. Looking closely at them. “See!” He picked up the blue Scooby, “this one is supposed to be mallowed!” Jimin grew angry. “Why would they change them!?”

“Chill dude, it’s not that big of a deal.” Kookie leaned forward to the screen. Jimin pushed Jungkook. “Hey!? What the fuck you made me die!”

Jimin just laughed at him, covering his mouth full of gummies. Jungkook retaliated, smacking him in the shoulder. Jimins smile disappears and his eyes freeze, staring down his younger friend. Jungkook gulped.

Jimin tackles Kookie to the floor. Jabbing him in his ribs. Making Jungkook laugh in pain.

“Do you even know her name?”

Jimin got defensive, kookie always teased him about that girl the floor below them. He’d always see her in the elevator or greet her at the front doors, but no, he did not know her name. She seemed so out of his league and uninterested.

They both were yelling at the tv, pushing each other to try and sabotage one another. Jimin got up to get some drinks, Kookie yells at the tv. Disappointed loosing his kill streak.

Jimin grabbed some gatorades and ventured back to the living room when a loud and persistent knock startled him. Jungkook looked over to Jimin in shock. “Who could that be?” He asked, looking over at the clock. It being so late.

Jimin strides over to the door, the person still violently knocking. He peeks through the peephole and turns on his heels to Jungkook staring at him in confusion. “What? Who is it!”

“Apartment 302” Jimin swallowed a lump in his throat and ran his hands through his hair, before opening the door to a half naked, wearing only a silk robe, loosely wrapped around her body, girl from the 2nd floor.

YN Pov

“Hey, my name is YN, I am your neighbor from below.” You pointed down at the floor.

He just stared at you.

“I’m so sorry to bother you, but I have been hearing yelling and bangs coming from upstairs all night, I’ve been just trying to relax,” you were too busy blowing your head off you didn’t even notice your attire in front of this stranger. He made it clear to you by the way his eyes soaked you up head to toe. Looking down and noticing the valley of your chest exposed. The robe you were wearing was so sheer that it wasn’t hard to see your nipples, but the satin definitely shows off your piercings elegantly. The robe cut off right at your mid thigh with a hint of lace. Suddenly feeling very embarrassed and vulnerable, your brain deciding back and forth between flight or fight response. It was almost like you shut down.

Just standing there.

Dead in his gaze.

Your stomach dropped, and your heart raced, you were going to get the fuck out of there, turning away, red in the face. When you saw a woman coming out of the elevator. Oh shit. More people to see you practically naked.

You felt your shoulder pull back, Jimin grabbed you from behind, pulling you inside, he shut the door quickly. Peeking out of the peep hole, “Its Mrs, Newbermin,” he said into the door. Watching the lady in the hallway.

You were still in his arm, he held you tightly to his chest. If it wasnt hard enough to breathe from the anxiety, you started to get light headed. “She locked her self out again,” he laughed, then looked down at you. You stared at him doe eyed. He licked his lower lip and smiled at you, “that was a close one..”

You tried to put words together, but honestly this whole situation made you speechless, trying to sort through the many emotions you were feeling right now.

He was reading your face, and you thought he’d let go of you, but he didn’t. You moved your hands to his chest, ready to push yourself out of his grip. But the next thing you knew you’re lips were locked in a heated kiss. You couldn’t tell who kissed who first. It felt mutual and natural. Unlocking the kiss, he smiled at you again.

“I’m Jimin.”

“Uh hi, Jimin, I’m YN...” you zoned yourself out processing the chain of events. “Uh okay,” you backed up and he let you go. “Well, its been fun, please keep it down,” you reached for the door handle.

“No stay,” Jimin pulled on your arm.

“I’m sorry, but this has been really weird....” and sexually frustrating, because you can admit to doing double takes on Jimin in passing. He was hot, and he clearly wanted something from you. It was probably the robe.

You haven’t had sex in months, and he was fucking gorgeous and you knew he wanted you. Right now.

You grabbed his face and took his lips and claimed them yours. He pressed your body into the door. His hands finding their way into your robe, gripping your waist in angst. The satin falling off your shoulders leaving your breasts exposed, he trails kisses down your skin, as he falls to his knees in front of you, kissing at your stomach, your fingers running through his silver hair. Your chest falling and rising in a heavy breath, his lips kissing over your mound. Your eyes focused on what he was doing.

“Get a fucking room!”

Your eyes shot up, and a cold chill froze you to the doorframe. You forgot he had a roommate.

Jimin whipped his head back and laughed, before standing up, and holding out his hand. “Jungkook how long have you been standing there.”

You tried to cover up your breasts, like he hadn’t probably been standing there the whole time. “Come on baby, we probably should get a room.” He winked at you.

“Or you could come to my room,” Jungkook smirked.

What a cocky fucker, you thought. The raven haired boy, gave you the same look that jimin did only he bit on his lower lip. You could tell he was athletic with his physique, he adjusted his stance, trying to hide the hard on in his sweats. You dropped your arms revealing yourself again, the satin of your robe draped at your elbows, you placed your hands on your hips, “Where is your room?” Your voice slightly sarcastic.

Jungkook smiles at you, his lower lip still in his bite. “I could see why you talk about her all the time, she’s hot.” He eyed up your body again, but you didn’t feel the need to hide from him. His gaze building the fire in your core.

Jimin tugged at your panty line, snapping back to your skin. He played with the skin above with his finger tip, trailing soft lines in your stomach, his head tilted and a devilish grin on his face,. “Do you want to go to Kookie’s room baby?”

You didn’t hesitate this time, nodding your head slightly. Jungkooks excitement showing through his face. He pulled on your hand and led you though the appartment. Twirling you around in the center of the living room, before pulling you in for a kiss. Jungkooks kiss was more firm and impatient, trying to ease his tongue in your mouth, you happily complied. Sucking on the tip. He groaned, and leaned over to pick you up, your legs wrapped around his waist still connected in a kiss as he carried you to his bed. Throwing you on the bed like it was nothing to him. Jimin followed behind.

“Jimins been fantasizing about this moment since you’ve moved in, he should be first.” Jungkook laid at your side, and kissed the sensitive skin behind your ear.

Jimin dragged his fingers along your curves, before hooking them in your panties and pulling them down your smooth legs. A hand spreading you at your thighs. He crawled in-between your legs and looked at you. It was like he was drooling over the sight of you, he dipped his head down, and lightly kissed at your clit. Before sucking softly on the tender bud,just enough pressure to send the blood rushing to your head. You let out a sigh of relief, the bath didn’t relax you as much as his tongue did. This was just what you need. Jungkook pinched at your nipples. Playing with the rings.

Jimins tongue parted through your sex, spreading your lips, lapping down at your entrance. Small tickles at first, then he flattened his tongue and in one long slide, licking up your slit. He was eating you out like you were candy to him. His plump upper lip passing over your clit, sending small sensations to your core. The knot tightening every second. About to snap.

Squirming in the bed “Jimin,” you moaned.

Jungkook must have gotten jealous because he pushed Jimins face away from your pussy and leaned over to kitten lick your clit.

“Ahh Kook!”

“See she likes it better like this,” Kookie breathed into your heat. Sitting himself back up on the bed, locking eye contact with you, you felt a finger circle at your entrance. You glanced over at Jimin, who looked a little disappointed and impatient. You weren’t going to complain over these two very gorgeous boys fighting over your pleasure, but you felt a little bad. You propped yourself up from your elbows,

“I shouldn’t be the only one getting off, come here Jimin,” you bit your lip and glanced down at his crotch. He got the hint quickly, ridding himself of his tight jeans. He held himself in his palm, and you grabbed his hips, pulling him closer to your mouth. Licking the tip, before blowing on it, he hissed from the torture, your tongue just outlining the thick pink head.

You saw Kookie watching you two, as his fingers were now deep inside you. Curling up into your g spot. Causing your juices to flow, allowing him to add a third finger. Stretching you out for him, he uses his other hand to free himself. His cock was thicker than Jimins, but Jimins head was so plump. You sucked on him like a lolly pop.

Jimin stared down at you, running his fingers through his hair. Licking his lower lip. “God your mouth YN,” he smiled, “feels so good baby,”

Your attention was pulled away from the feeling of Jungkooks dick, sliding through your pussy, lubing himself up with your essence. Lightly pressing his own head into your clit. Making you ache, clenching around nothing.

You bucked your hips up, trying to get him to enter you. He just teased your tender skin.

Jimins hands were now on the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. You swallowed his length. Gagging from the tip of his dick poking the back of your throat. Once you started chokingon Jimins cock, that’s when Jungkook seized his moment and pushed himself into you.

“Ah i can feel your moans on my dick YN, does Jungkookies dick feel that good?” Jimin rode his hips into your face.

You tried to nod ‘yes’, but ended up taking in more of Jimins dick.

Jungkooks firm hands found your sides and he flipped you over on your knees. Getting behind you and entering you again. Thrusting like a jack rabbit into you. Each thrust pushing you forward to gag on Jimin more, and more, but you loved it. You were going to burst soon. A few more deep thrusts was enough to make you a coming shaky mess.

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[justmikerrss]

to all the boys that will *never* love me:

Dear christian, stephen, mikio, oscar, royce, pat, manny, derrick, mars, gill, rex, max, kevin, and nick -- whether y’all were a crush or someone i saw myself being in a relationship with get ready bc i’m going IN. I’m gonna use this time to rank these catastrophes from level 1 to level 5. level 1 being a crush yenno not so bad or scarring, and level 5 being sad machine playing while the world is burning to pieces like bish you left a MARK on my heart. if you know me i think you know who that person is hahaha

*alexa, please play truth hurts by lizzo*

christian - level 1. lol let’s take a trip down memory lane to my first crush ever!! my gosh i remember being so kilig over this boy in elementary school at st. leander lol it was so obvious. hahaha. your spikey hair and like goofy ass smile i don’t know i was such a sucker for that. the first filipino boy i ever crushed on waow <3 but then I left st. leander and never spoke to you again. you went to o’dowd, i went to sjnd and that was it really. you went to sfsu i went to usf. idk how we ever found each other on insta, but it is so cute to see posts of you and jasmine haha a USF don as well!! the last “convo” (i wouldn’t even call it that) was when i commented on your graduation post and you commented back thanking me and saying congrats too. so happy that your trillest brand is killing it and you know nothing about me anymore but what a great time it was to know you were my first crush ever lol. thanks for this <3

stephen - level 1. lol i left st. leander and moved to sjes and was like ok, who am i gonna crush on now?? hello stephen, my first white boi lol. i knew fosho that you thought i was weird in elementary school like there is a particular time where in church i sat next to you and during the our father you did not want to hold my hand LMAO and that’s when i knew. i stood from afar. touched your thumb for heads up 7 up HAHAHA gosh you were so out of my league and such an asshole tbh. you and nick, forever making fun of me for liking mikio lmfao hate y’all forever. you went to lmu and that was history. lmao you were so mean to me. but all well. you were like not a good person i think i just liked you because of your looks? lol hahaha

mikio - level 2.5. oh my god the epitome of my boy problems in high school lmfao fuck you. jk. but high school mika wouldn’t take that back. oh myyyyy what a FLIRT were you. i had so many fantasies thinking we’d be together, we’d be m&m HAHAH BARF wow, and then you dated mel and it was just like??? then you were my escort but then i was like nope and switched you with ryann LOL suuuuper crazy like I don’t really remember the details of everything but i knew in high school being so kawawa over not being noticed by you. but then you went to davis, slo, and now in sl?? idk where you are now but you had my heart back then (barf) but that was such a long time ago that honestly it doesn’t phase me anymore!! a feeling high school mika wouldn’t have thought was possible. so thank you. i liked you because you gave me little glimmers of hope of like maybe we could be together -- you were nice, flirtatious, close to your family... not afraid to make a fool of yourself for the one you’re interested in. which wasn’t me but again that’s okay! I wrote a letter to you didn’t i? idk what i was doing why was i so dramatic tbh. you did things that honestly weren’t in my control so i can’t hate you really. again realizing that you fit my type so it just, idk

oscar -- level 1. when mikio was being a butt i knew i could crush on you. LOL the hugs, the convos, being able to laugh at anything when you were in the room what a time SJND was when you were there. now you’re in boston with your boo and i’m still really regretful over not being able to see you when i was in boston last year but it’s okay. happy that you’re happy out there :-)

royce and pat -- level 1.5. ah. USF college times man. these two were literally a duo. RA’s of the 4th floor (share yall are silly for assigning that haha) and damn, what a trip it was to crush on you. royce you were a dj so thats how i knew my thing for dj’s came. you both did your jobs at ra’s, pat you were on eboard so i saw your hustle there which i super appreciated. and this is also how i knew filipinos were my type? lol. EVEN THO YALL WERE LIKE WITH BOOS lol i am cursed but yall had hustle, swagger, passion for what you love, and still made time for partying it up and studying. and now i see royce at parties sometimes n i would awk hug him (rip at the phoenix hotel party) and i havent seen pat since he graduated but hes so happy with becca!! so cute. and its cute (and weird) how kierst is happy with royce.

****DJ SPARKY/AGANA/YURI -- level 1. yall are dj’s who i will always cringe at bc of how naive i was at shooting my shot... BUT IM GLAD YOU ALL ARE THRIVING OK LETS DISMISS THOSE BOIZ NOW 

manny -- level 2.5. ahhhhh manny manny manny. my first trip towards using dating apps and matching with someone on TINDER!!! LOL!!!! ok anywho i met up with you for a few times and it was just like... a lot of question marks bc i didn’t really know where my standards were when it came to online dating. we went on dates? but the first time i paid, and the second time you “forgot your card” so i paid again?? and then you walked me to my dorm and kissed me on the forehead?? red alert!! then you kept wanting like a second chance, to prove me wrong and i kept ignoring you bc wtf lmao... then i was foolish to let you into my life again and realized that was a mistake and blocked you again. and now you’re like a bonafide dj living your edm dreams. i saw you at audio TWICE omg rip. i liked you because lol ur filipino, a dj, buttered me up a whole ton which again problematic bc i didn’t see any of it within myself... but its okay mika is better now. better to not be talking to you. but thank you for being my stepping stone into dating apps.

derrick -- level 1. omg at times i forget about you! which i don’t know is a good or bad thing but i don’t think i ever told anyone about you lol. we met on okc, this filipino boi (lol a trend) andddd i went on like two dates with him? one, i met up with him at that one coffee spot near golden gate park. then we walked over to ggp and we just talked and thinking about it now it was very ideal for me to be myself fully, in public if that makes sense. you were so nice and genuine omg. we went to sweet maple the second time around and you paid for the food which was like wow!! diff than manny!! and i remember talking to you about kh and you loving it as much as me. but i got scared because you were like 26 or somn? i was still 20 i think and i was like this dude might be asking a lot out of me...so i told him the “this is on me i don’t feel ready and not sure how i feel” spiel. and that was history. i honestly don’t know what he is doing now but he was really nice. i felt no malicious intentions from me, i just wasn’t ready to move forward w him. the first nice guy i ever let down bruh. ugh.i hope you’re doing well now though.  

mars -- LEVEL 5. fuck me i hate this chapter SO MUCH lmao. so many drunk cries and just cries in general post this whole... like chapter. but lets start off with why i liked you: handsome as hell, close to your family, athletic, hustled, SO MF KIND EVEN WHEN I WAS BEING CRAZY, a great homie and bf quality, gave me the false hope of like “yeah ill see if i can come through” “ill let you know when i listen to this” the forever ILL LET YOU KNOWS but still views my stories and still doesn’t let me know mentality.... you never initiated any of our convos. i was STRAIGHT pursuing you even though i didn’t believe that you’d change your mind about just seeing me as a friend. you made that clear to me from the start but i didn’t take that as an answer LOL which is why i was so crazy to keep hanging out with you... even tho you were super busy and i felt like a burden you STILL made time with me, whether that was peruvian food, or thursday nightlife followed by dancing at a bar together (which i ruined when you took me home and asked you about your love language lmao), souvla, and then our final time of seeing each other: san tung and tpumps. what a fucking few months that was...only to come out of it with another girlfriend with the same name as me. LIKE WHAT. ARE. THE. ODDS. i still can’t believe it till this day. my gosh you were so nice to me mars. such a great homie. and i wasnt empathetic or smart enough to make diff decisions to retain what we had...but im happy that you’re happy with mika. other mika. yeah. man i never felt so in the dark when going through this time, this was so rough. i wasn’t eating, i’d cry in bed for days, it was so bad. i’d like to say that I’m healed from that though. lol to burning the shirt which honestly i should have kept bc it was a cute shirt.. but yeah. thank you.

gill -- level 1. lol you were dumb to think i was attractive enough to dance with at the soulection event. we exchange numbers and i think because i told you i was 21, you backed off. lol guess i was a fetus then. still am. lmao. we text for a bit but then i find out you tried to get into arcilla’s pants?? lMAO. oh and then i see you at that pool party, saw you talking to other girls and i broke DOWN bc i was crossed as hell LOL sorry ate kayla that you had to take me home that day LOL ugh i hate myself for that night. and then i see you right in front of me at OSL. in 2019?? for childish?? that was such weird weird fate. thank god you didn’t recognize me (i had long black hair there, you remembered me with short brown hair plus it was dark). i just thought it was crazy. uhm you had the fuckboy vibe and look on point.. knew everything about soulection. family oriented. but it just fizzled bc i blocked you and then just stopped talking to you lol.

*****chris l/frankie -- level 1. again i cringe at how dramatic i pursued yall sorta as crushes but for sure bc yall were soulcycle and about fitness YES bodies 10/10 and you understood soul. but omg chris pls get ur life together (which is what it seems like ur doing??) and frankie well you’ve been having your life together being married and all so0o0o0 im trash for crushing lmao BUT IM GLAD THATS ALL IN THE PAST AND THAT WE’VE FORGOTTEN i think lmao

rex -- level 0.5. lmfao you were dumb you’re gonna keep looking at me and emily only for me to make the move in letting you know i was interested, follow you on ig, and then you block me?? weirdo. bye.

MY HINGE BOYS </3 

Max -- level 3. oh maximus lmao. we talked for a whole month and what a pleasure it was to text you every day, receive and send memes, curate playlists, be w/ each other at different events... only for it to end after we netflix party/facetime where i don’t feel the kilig i’d feel when texting you. so i told you i wanted to be friends. and then i try to still reach out and be friends, but i got delayed responses to no responses. and now you just, look at my stories? lmao i know it don’t mean shit to look and you recently liked my post, but i feel like i invested a lot into our quarantine reality. you had GREAT music taste (even tho ur playlist was a lil questionable), for all i know you were just telling me things to like get you on my good side, motivated, privileged......... yeah. i hope you find your 5′0 qt rave queen that can go to events with u

KEVIN -- level 1. lmfao honestly you SUCK hahaha even with the benefit of the doubt, it does not take 10 hours to reply...even if you are busy at work NICK AND MAX WERE ABLE TO!!! you were spotty to begin with but then we netflix party and then you dont talk to me anymore after i ask if we could exchange music playlists? i didnt even ask u to be my boyfriend its a fucking playlist.... we talked about music so much. ugh BOYS ARE SO DUMB LIKE SERIOUSLY. hope amazon treats ya right

NICK -- level 4. ugh. ughguhgughgh. i liked you because your profile/resume was all my criteria: music taste A1 bc of bryson, i hated mint chip, i loved spongebob (even tho you NEVER sent me spongebob memes fuck u), you were hapa (he he but fuck u) (i laugh while typing this i am so dum), uhm. yeah. we talked everyday consistently for two weeks. you were such a joy to text bc you were funny (i was funny too), even tho it was hard to keep the convo going w you at times in the beginning because you never inquired about me at times. max did. its like you were better than mars, but not like A+ in replying like max was. you never really flirted with me? lmao i mean even those attempts of me tryna bait you, i always got... friend vibes. benefit of the doubt maybe you just didn’t know how to flirt but you had posts of your past relationship up on your feed so you cant tell me that that exp did not have you pursue a girl and flirt her up. to me, there was no initiative from you. i was chasing you for sure. this dating life is a two way street -- life doesn’t work where one pursues you only otherwise like no. bet if i went the fuckboi approach, gave you lame responds would you have kept the convo going? prolly not bc ur a cancer and want to feel needed. the only thing ill commend you on is when you’d apologize for delays in text messages but then you kinda stopped that. like understand i should also feel like i should be pursued and never did i feel that i felt like you just responded just to respond... like you’re a cancer its in your nature to dive deep and ask deep questions but you never did, you were the type to play video games with your pals LMAO and like/????/? me understanding gamer life i was like YES this boy gets me but like CMON. lol so many things. ok maybe i am reading too into this but this is the freshest heartache :/ you never like told me i was cute or anything like... max made remarks about my looks and you never did. i mean cool maybe you were just vibing off my energy but i just now question if you were actually interested in me? bc i was trying so hard to make you like me. every meme, was a move. you didnt play your cards right!! its like i kept hitting you with plus fours, and then all you’d put down is the same color number card. where was the fun in that? it was super effortless but anxiety filling for me at the same time bc i was convinced that you were the one. :’/ super good news to hear that you wanted to meet virtually literally NO EXPECTATIONS but then monday rolls around, you dont text me the whole day, i check in at 530, you tell me you go to costco instead and want to reschedule bc you thought i was ghosting you????? wtf did u just like expect me to just call u right at 7 and expect u to be ready?? max texted me after work and was like “we still on right?” so i was high key expecting that from you bc 1. show interest and 2. take initiative but you DIDN’T!! so i was honest in telling you how i felt but kept it light and asked to reschedule. you take forever to reply, but when you do you tell me it was silly OF ME to think you were supposed to confirm it which i get i initiated it i shoulda texted you earlier (but what if i had the worst day ever and couldn’t text you??? would you have just let it be and not text me anymore bc you assumed i ghosted you???) you also said that you thought maybe it was too quick to assume that i ghosted you which is YES tru. however i was not going to apologize for not texting you earlier and waiting for you to reply bc boy, that was on you to make a move to double check. if i was in your shoes i woulda texted. that would indicate to me that oh wow this boy is making sure we are meeting and confirming! even drop a hey hows your day you excited for tonight? i made it obvious to hype you up on your photos and everything, you just were like wow your photos are so good! wow i hope you posted that picture! like idk. i kept it light bc i still really wanted to meet you, and just wanted to attribute this small ass thing as a misunderstanding between the two of us but after long hours of making me wait, you decide you don’t want to reschedule because you were unsure of how you were feeling and that you couldn't put your all in and said sorry. no sentiment towards wanting to be friends just a straight goodbye which basically meant, in harsher terms im prolly not as down as you are for me and maybe i am nervous to meet u (idk ill never know if you were) anddd im not interested anymore bc you’re crazy and ME being the womyn that i am ended up being the mature one and said the goodbye hope you have a good life without me text and then our lovestory ended lololol what a great two weeks am i right? honestly maybe you still need to do some growing buddy but relationships are not easy going they are a two way street but also ill never know maybe you were just texting me just to text me and you still wanted to be the nice guy bc you were scared of how invested things would be post call so you call it off and it was just in the moment for you to be down but then have it change on another day.... i woke up in a better headpsace today about how this turned out but like god fucking dammit i had high hopes for you you infj CANCER. *squidward voice* so thanks. thanks for NOTHING (this is when you start your spongebob dialogue of all how to get everyone on board for practicing for the bubble bowl and sing sweet victory)

so, the end LOL basically. to all the boys who will never love me, ultimately thank you for being a part of my life. thank you srsly. thank you for making me exp the pain, the kilig, the uh everything. growing pains these are, but at the end of the day, i hope you have a good life. whether or not we cross paths again this gives me clarity as to what i’m looking for and what i deserve. this goalgetting, resilient, funny, hardworking, awkward but in the best way pinay is a force to be reckoned with!!! she has the best support system out there!!! she has so much to live for because she is determined to not let down anyone counting on her!!!! so fuck u for missing out on that!!!

k. my ideal man list is coming soon. until then... see ya later.

xoxo,

Mika (allison to some)

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James Olsen and Why he is a terrible character. (Anti James, in case it isn't clear).

So I've been thinking a lot about James Olsen and the reasons why I don't like him that have nothing to do with him getting in the way of Supercorp.

The truth is I haven't liked James Olsen since the first episode. He isn't James Olsen to me. I know I know they changed up the character and people often do this. But James Olsen is a canon and iconic nerd with a camera. To be honest if I didn't know who the characters were already I'd have clocked Winn as James, Winn is more James Olsen than this James is.

I disliked him almost immediately, he was basically there for a fresh start but he also took it upon himself to keep an eye on Kara. I didn't like the fact that he knew Kara's secret, something she should have control over. Imagine if she had just out right told Winn who Clark was? (OK,she and James kind of did by accident while arguing but that's beside the point). 

James also instantly started flirting with Kara, probably not what Clark had in mind. Isn't there a bro code? No sisters or only living relatives?

James and Winn both acted all put out when they realized that they both knew Kara’s secret, ‘you told him?!’ Well actually Kara told Winn, she didnt tell James. Neither one has the right to feel indignant here. Kara is allowed more than one person in the know and more than one friend.

James and Winn started a pointless rivalry over who was going to get with Kara, instead of just being the friends she needed. They both even said that Kara wouldn't be into Adam since she wasn't into either one of them!!

James didn't believe that Kara could deal with issues on her own. He told her that even Clark couldn't beat Reactron, therefore there is no way Kara could. He immediately called Clark when she was fighting him, granted he was worried, but it wasnt his place to decide Kara wasn't capable. Especially when it turns out she was capable. 

Then Lucy turned up, Kara discovers this by walking in on her and James. James it turns out hadn’t exactly fully broken up with Lucy. She spent time on her career while he neglected her in favor of being up Superman’s ass. She was understandably upset about this. But he decides they should give it another try! He completely forgets that he had been leading Kara on from the moment he set eyes on her. Now his ‘sort of ex’ turns up and Kara is a distant memory. Or is she? James decides that he is still going to give Kara longing looks, which isnt fair on either Kara or Lucy. Granted he doesn't want to take Lucy to game night, but he does and he spends time bonding with Lucy right in front of Kara, no regard for her feelings, and he gives her longing looks all night. 

James then starts neglecting Lucy in favor of running to Supergirls side whenever she needs him. Once again doing the same thing he did that caused Lucy to leave the first time. This eventually causes Lucy to leave again, and i dont blame her. Thankfully she doesnt hate Kara for it. 

I think General Lane had it right ‘You’re a glorified paparazzi’ yes, he is. That is James’s strength and he should have stuck to it. ‘You surround yourself with special people but that doesnt make YOU special’. Yes, right again General lane. James does do this, he is always surrounded by Superheroes and seems to leech off of their fame. 

Remember how into Kara James was? Up until he realized that she in fact not perfect! After the Red K incident, Kara went to see James and apologize and he didnt want anything to do with her. He realized she had faults, and women apparently cant have these, so he basically gets her to leave. Ill give him kudos for not getting with her when she came onto him at the club though. 

When Barry Allen turned up James was once again instantly jealous, even though he was the one who had basically rejected Kara. Kara wasn’t even into Barry, she was just excited to have a new friend with Super powers. ‘Jealousy! Thy name is Olsen’ Yes Winn, you are absolutely right! She is allowed friends James! 

Season 2 James isnt much better, he has less redeeming qualities. He is instantly jealous of Mon El. He tells Kara that Mon El isnt a hero, like he gets to make that decision. He basically decides to become a hero because everyone else around him was one, Clark and Kara were super heroes, Alex and Lucy worked for the DEO, Jonn was part of the DEO and has powers, Winn even got brought in to work for the DEO, oh and Mon El was instantly welcomed to be a hero and be at the DEO. I see James becoming a ‘hero’ because he was simply feeling left out. At one point he just turns up at the DEO to see Winn. How is he getting past security? Even Jonn tells him to leave and go back to being a photographer. 

James talks Winn into basically stealing materials from the DEO to make him a suit, then he gets all pissed at Winn because Winn is taking his time and he does actually have a job! He doesn't want James to get hurt with an uncompleted suit, but no, James is so demanding and yells at Winn! So desperate to be relevant. 

He does in fact nearly get himself killed and Kara is understandably pissed! Yes its not up to Kara who gets to be a hero, James uses Mon El as an example here, The difference is though that Mon El had super powers and James had a tin suit and a black belt. James uses the fact that he ‘has a black belt’ as justification for him being a hero. Sorry, but who doesn't have a back belt now?  James doesnt even train, he just gets his suit and jumps straight in. Even Kara and Alex had to train! Remember how cocky Kara was and Alex kicked her ass? Alex wasnt even allowed out in the field until months of training! (Her words) But James apparently can just jump in with no issue. I really dont get why Alex didnt put a stop to this. 

Anyone who says ‘well Batman, Green Arrow, White Canary etc’ can do it. Yeah but Batman was was trained by the League of Assassins, same as Sara. Oh and Oliver Queen trained and survived for years on a desert Island. He trains every day honing his skills. Do we ever see James train at all? 

Then we have James being instantly against Lena. No evidence against her, just her name and the fact that she is related to Lex. He is so prejudice against her, he even vows to prove to Kara that she is guilty, even though she isnt and he doesnt get to prove this. 

James is left in charge of Cat Co? Such a dumb story line, What does a photo journalist know about running a multi media empire? Honestly Kara as Cat’s assistant would know more about it that James! 

When Lena saves Cat Co, James is surprised she turns up and is staying there. What did he think was going to happen? She would pay millions of dollars for a company and not care about what was going on? ‘Thanks for saving us, i was thinking of setting up weekly meetings and carrying on running Cat Co the way i want to’. Yeah, Lena kind of shot that down didn't she?! ‘Ill be here everyday’ ‘We dont even have an office for you?’ Well she is entitled to your office now James, but she didn't take it did she?. Yes Lena set up meetings without telling James, which she probably shouldn't have, but maybe she wanted to see what was going on without his influence? Even whens she asked why Kara kept running off on the first day James was rude to her and said ‘She’s a reporter its what she does!’. 

Then suddenly we have an awkward flirtation. We have that awkward kiss,  then James and his creepy hand on Lena’s bare shoulder. Even she looks uncomfortable and squirms out of his grasp. He looks surprised and a little miffed she isnt allowing this. She calls Kara and James ex and he allows her to believe that, this simply isnt true. They had one date at Kara’s loft, then Mon El turned up and Kara forgot she ever liked James. 

James had the gall to tell Lena he knew her better than her own best friend does! I mean What the actual f**k?!! Lena steps down when she is under suspicion, somethng James cant bring himself to do later when he is involved with he COL. 

James reveals himself as Guardian, no regard for how this will effect Lena in anyway as his boss and girlfriend. He has zero respect for her as his boss. She tells him to stay the hell away from the Children of Liberty and to do the interview with Ben Lockwood. He completely disregards her and goes off to meet with some random member of an Anti Alien Nazi group. he even told her that her opinion didnt matter. No, sorry James but yes it does! If i was Lena id have sacked his ass! 

Lena still saves his ass from going to prison for a long time, all the while he insists he can handle it on his own, how? I want to know how he thought he could do that? In fact he doesn't actually do anything to fix the issue. He then throws it in Lena’s face when she tells him not to go back out as Guardian because he will be arrested. Something he doesn't care about because he is so desperate to be relevant and involved. He throws the fact she worries to much and he sorted the DA problem out, forcing her to be like ‘For Gods sake! I did that you moron!’ (i know she didnt say this). He even has the gall to be pissed she saved his ass and he isnt in prison. She tells him she loves him and throws it in her face! 

He decided the Children of Liberty decided to be given a voice for some bizarre reason?! He actually thought that by listening to them he could get to know them and change the minds. What a pig headed and dumb thing to think! Good intentions or not that was incredibly nieve and stupid.

He nearly killed Kara by blowing her up, something that could have been avoided altogether if he had just listened to everyone around him and stopped being friends with COL. But no, he knew best?

Lately, he told Lena he supported her, but he clearly didn't since he looked awkward as hell when he was sat up in bed with her asleep beside him. She gave him opportunity to tell her how he felt but instead of talking to her, he placated her and went back to bed with her!

Last episode, he told Lena their relationship was basically over if she went ahead and took the government contact. Simply because he didn't agree he was willing to end them. It's not like she was about to so something evil! But she has to live up to his impossible standards. The poor girl can't win. I'd of ended it with him to. Again, James's opinion on these things aren't really relevant, he can disagree yes, he can have an opinion. But anything he says doesn't matter, he isn't part of the DEO, he isn't a member of the government. He isn't even Guardian anymore because he's not allowed to be. All he is is a CEO of a magazine. He doesn't get a say. This is very like when he gave up on Kara for a while when she suddenly had faults and she wasn't what he envisioned. Same as Lucy, she doesn't give him the power and eveything he wants and suddenly it's over.

James should have continued to be a photographer and stuck to that. He's at his best when taking pictures. He believes he deserves to be a hero, it's 'his calling'. No it isn't, do you think it would be his 'calling' if he wasnt associated with actual heroes? Of course not. All I see a jealous, immature guy who sees those around him being heroes and being relevant to the defence of the world and he feels the need to be part of it. He could have been a different type of hero with his camera. Once he got some authority he suddenly became even more arrogant and had a sense of self entitliment. He dated his boss and suddenly thought he didn't have to listen to her. He could act on his own accord. Not one thought to what Cat Co's CEO'S affiliation with an Anti Alien Terrorist Group would do his girlfriends reputation. Poor Lena who has gone out of her way to distance herself from anti alien sentiment, James used her company for his own self gain. Then he got pissed at her when she tried to protect him, all the while thinking of him, maybe she was thinking of protecting her company to. He doesn't think of her even once. He actually pushes her so far she had to pull rank on him. Something he still had the arrogance to ignore. It's all about James and what James wants.

James is a fool who thinks he should be a hero. He wants women to be exactly what he expects them to be. If they do things he doesn't approve of he suddenly loses interest .

James should either leave, go back to Metropolis or go back to being the photographer he should be.

FYI, James does have good qualities, but they doesn't outweigh his bad ones.

#lena luthor #supergirl #kara danvers #anti james olsen #anti guardiancorp

[footbaliimagines]

New Years Kiss (a Jesse Lingard imagine)

Hello!!!!!! It is me, returned from the dead (I can’t find the gif but insert the bitch thought u saw the last of me gif from American horror story gif here)

Idk what this is really these bits and bobs are NOT chronological they are just like fragments if that makes sense?? So even though the 3 words bit is when they were together its like a ***flashback*** but I wasnt sure how to make that v clear also the chapters are like numbers counting down from ten like at midnight ygm??? Okay I am rambling so will shut up hope u guys like it and hope you have a wonderful nye <3 I hope and am sure 2019 will be wonderful for all of you <3

TEN minutes after you meet him, you realise that you’re kind of fucked.

(And by kind of, you mean completely, overwhelmingly, catastrophically fucked.)

It happens quickly, in a way that you’ve never experienced before.

So quickly, as a matter of fact, that when he locks eyes with you for the first time, and when he grazes your arm when brushing past you to grab his drink, it’s like a switch has been flicked inside of you that you were never sure even really existed.

You put it down to the bubbles from your prosecco that you’d downed just before chatting to him, and that the tipsiness and the buzz of alcohol is the only reason you could be feeling the way you do right now.

Now he’s a face that you can put a name to, instead of just viewing him as Marcus’ other footballer friend, that familiar grinning face you’d spotted at gatherings who always offered you a shy, awkward smile whenever you shared eye contact but someone who you’d never actually found the balls to speak to.

(Sure, as a regular human being with functioning eyes you knew that he was attractive, but he was way out of your league.)

(The constantly grinning, elusive, life of the party Jesse Lingard, who Marcus had raved about to you pretty much since the day they’d met, with his 5 million Instagram followers, ridiculous dance moves that no self-respecting 26 year old man should let the world see, and that smile- God, that stupid, infectious shit eating grin, when his eyes crinkled and made everyone else look mediocre in comparison to him.)

(He wouldn’t look in your direction even if the world was about to end.)

It’s New Years’ Eve, and his Christmas jumper smells like Baileys and cinnamon, lasting remnants of the festive period. “Nice to meet you.” You practically have to shout over the music. “I know Marcus.”

“You what Marcus?”

“I know Marcus.”

“You know who?”

You roll your eyes and shake your head, dismissing his question. “Doesn’t matter.”

“What?”

“I said.” You shout. “It doesn’t matter.”

He nods and smiles again, leaning in, “I don’t want to be weird or anything, considering we just met,” his gaze is hazy and clouded with the effects of the beer he’s clutching in his right hand, “but you’re really fucking pretty.”

You can feel your face flush, a blush superior to the one your red wine had already given you, and the next thing you know it’s nearly midnight, and you’re drunk and giggling and he’s flirting and tracing between the gap between your jeans and jumper with his fingers, and you’re both leaning in and your friends are counting down from ten, and he kisses you, amidst cheers and shouts and fireworks.

And you tell yourself, what’s the worst that could really happen?

“Only NINE stops.” 

You trace your finger over the plastic Metrolink sign, running it up and down the line connecting the two tram stations, marking your place and his. “Nine stops to get from me to you.”

He snakes his hands around your waist, pressing his chin into your shoulder and kissing the exposed skin of your neck. “Stop.” You laugh, voice breathy. “We’re in public.”

“We’re in Manchester city centre on a Thursday night.” He pulls away, leading you towards the platform and laughing loudly, his voice booming throughout the cold night. “There’s no one fuckin’ here!”

He’s had a few pints, and he’s tipsy, handsy, flirty, silly Jesse, one of your favourite versions of him, kissing you breathlessly and grinning, hands running up and down your tight jeans and hooking into your belt loops and murmuring in your ear about how excited he is to pull them off of you later.

“Nine stops, you know,” He hums as the tram pulls away and you lean into him, watching the city pass you by, “is pretty far.”

“You’re such a city boy now.” You roll your eyes. “It’s like, 20 minutes. If we went back to my hometown, you’d be lucky to see a bus more than once every half an hour.”

“You wouldn’t have to do the whole 9 stops if you moved in with me.”

You crinkle up your nose and quirk an eyebrow at him. “What are you suggesting?”

“What do you think I’m suggesting?”

Laughing, you prop your feet up on the empty seat opposite and lean into his side, as he flops an arm around your shoulder. There’s no one else with you two and your voices and shared laughter echo throughout the empty carriage. “I’m serious!” He holds his hands up and looks at you with wide eyes. “Do it. Move in with me. You can cook me breakfast every morning, and make me my tea for when I get back, make me a brew whenever I want one… you’ll make the perfect little housewife.”

“Now that you’ve said that, you can fuck off.”

And you both brush it off and don’t speak of the topic again, but when he leaves for training the next morning, there’s a spare key for his flat lying on a post-it, with a hastily scribbled note.

You don’t have to properly move in – no pressure or anything like that. But I had a spare key lying around and wanted you to have it. Jess x

(When the breakup comes, you don’t work up the courage to give it him back, and it’s still lying in your bedside table draw, post-it long gone, gathering dust and eventually added to the pile of his things you swear you’ll get around to giving him back one day.)

(There’s a strange feeling in your stomach every time you pass by his stop.)

It’s EIGHT in the morning.

You’re sat in the coffee shop equidistant to your flat, Marcus’s house and United’s training ground, where every Sunday without fail, the three of you would meet up for breakfast.

(Well, where you used to meet up every Sunday.)

(Minus that one time you were too hungover to leave the house without projectile vomiting on your own feet.)

For the first time since the breakup, Jesse had appeared, the sleepiness still drooping over his eyes and his hair mussed by his pillowcase. Your mind flashes to the image of him sleeping face down in his pillow, a position that made you nearly piss yourself laughing every time you saw him, but you suppress the memory quickly.

“Everyone can see it except the two of you, you know.”

Marcus tips his chin upwards and nods matter-of-factly. You roll your eyes and huff. “You’re a prick. And not just for saying that. But for inviting him out for our thing, our tradition, again, when you know it’s just going to be fucking awkward. He didn’t have to be here.”

“I’m only saying.” He raises his eyebrows and holds up two hands, as if to say, not my fault, I’m not interfering in the slightest, I’m just telling you that I know you’re still in love with your ex, and I know he still feels the same, and that even though there’s a very high chance things could still go catastrophically, terrifically, hugely wrong, I’m going to tell you and mess with your head anyway?

You reply snappily, huffing and folding your arms across your chest, “You’re messing with me, and it’s pissing me off. Fuck off. Tell him to fuck off too while you’re at it.”

He barks out a laugh and you roll your eyes. “I’m trying to reunite my two best friends, that’s all. Get the gang back together and all that!” He whines and shuffles closer to you, flinging an arm around your shoulders loosely. “Let me live. You both know you’re both being stubborn. Just talk to each other. It’ll all work out.”

“I don’t even like him anyway. Not like that. Not anymore.”

It’s a lie, a stupid, threadbare, slap you in the face lie. Marcus knows it too, and snorts. “Yeah, sure. I believe you. It’s not like you’ve been pining over each other for the past 3 months and you’re giving the girl he’s talking to at the moment daggers.”

You pull away your gaze sharply. Jesse’s in the queue- well, he was in the queue, now he’s loitering by the serviettes - and he’s been pulled to the side by a beautiful girl. They’ve been chatting amiably for the better part of the last ten minutes and you can feel your blood temperature rising steadily. “I’m staring,” You begin, and your head starts whizzing at a million miles an hour to come up with a decent excuse. “Because Jesse has our coffees and I don’t want them to get cold just because he’s in the middle of a stupid conversation.”

“’Stupid conversation’,” Marcus air quotes your words and smirks. “Jealousy isn’t a very attractive trait, you know.”

“I’m not jealous.” You scoff. “I’m just thirsty, that’s all.”

“Believe me, I know.”

“Fuck you.”

A few minutes, and plenty of glares and continuous teaching jabs from Marcus later, Jesse approaches and smiles apologetically. “Sorry about that.” he chuckles, and hands you your mug.

Your fingers bump and it’s so meaningless and tiny but you kick yourself for still flinching when your skin made contact. “Careful. It’s still hot.”

(See, he cares about you. Maybe it’s not all just in your head!)

It’s an instinct to smile back at him, a repressed reflex to not pat the empty space next to you and rest your hand on his thigh, but you gulp as he sits opposite instead, far away from the table, from you. “Make conversation.” Marcus hisses.

You can feel your face blossoming cherry red, feel the discomfort in the air rise, feel your palms grow sweaty, and you shoot him a dirty look, mouthing, “Stop making it obvious.”

“You’re the one making it obvious.” He hisses back.

“Hm?” Jesse looks up from his phone to across the table.

He’s wearing that stupidly adorable, confused look on his face again, and you want to kiss him, you want to throw your boiling hot coffee in his face, you want to slap him, do something, do anything that would be less unbearably awkward than the three of you making small talk about the new Kenyan variety of coffee beans Marcus was trying out.

“Hm what?” You gargle.

“I was just asking what you guys were mumbling about.” He leans back, hands gripping his mug.

“Nothing.” You interject, before Marcus can start up again. “Marcus’s just being a dick, that’s all.”

You kick yourself for acting like such a lovesick, pathetic idiot, because you’ve never been like this before, you’ve constantly sworn to yourself that you’d never going be like this, but now he’s in the picture and it’s like everything that you ever held dearly to you has gone straight out of the window. Marcus pipes up, “So, who was that girl?”

(Now he decides to fucking speak.)

“Which girl?”

This time, you’re not quick enough to interrupt Marcus from piping up. “The girl you were flirting with before, Jesse, who you might go out with, who seems really nice and wasn’t a baby by actually talking to you about her feelings instead of hiding behind her emotions because she’s so scared of rejection and open communication, that she’d be willing to sacrifice the possibility of something really great?”

(You’re this close to chucking your cappuccino over his head.)

Jesse side eyes Marcus, opening his mouth to reply but then shaking his head and exhaling instead. “She’s right, you are being fucking weird today.” He shakes his head, tipping his chin upwards slightly and shrugging. “Besides, she’s not really my type anyway.”

(She was beautiful.)

(She’d be anyone’s type.)

He’s looking at you dead in the eye this time, ignoring Marcus’s eyes darting back and forth between the two of you, and you venture, “What is your type, then?”

He pulls a face, like come on, are you really asking that, you know what my fucking type is and you know it’s not that girl I was talking to strategically 2 foot in front of you so you’d see and get jealous, and when he doesn’t answer, you take it as a silent victory for #TeamYouWereRight, not #TeamJesse.

“That’s for me to know, isn’t it?”

“I guess so, yeah.”

You let Marcus fill the silence of the rest of your breakfast, and when you leave you’re too much of a coward to even look Jesse in the eye.

It only takes him SEVEN days to move on

When the cover of Ok! on your best friend’s coffee table catches your eyes, you can almost feel your wine and the tequila shots you had knocked back rising back up your throat. Your vision is hazy and the bitterness, the anger, the hurt surges through your veins as you pick it up and throw it to the floor, out of sight and out of mind. You were right, the featurette screamed out at you, he wasn’t, isn’t worth it, isn’t worth you crying over. 

It only took him a week to find someone else to fuck and you’d be damned if you weren’t going to go out tonight with the same intentions.

Deep down you know you’re being childish and if you were sober you’d probably never have sunk to such a level, but the tequila is buzzing in your blood and you can’t stop thinking about that fucking photograph.

(A photograph of Jesse revelling in a post-Boxing Day victory glow, crowded with Paul and Marcus in some swanky inner city bar, with his hand on the thigh of a beautiful woman whose Instagram account you made a mental note of to stalk when you were in a soberer state.)

There’s a tranquil voice somewhere in the back of your head telling you to step back and be rational. You’d been friends with Marcus and the boys for far too long to trust the split-second capture of a loitering paparazzi over his word.

It was probably just a one-night stand, that rational voice piped up again. Plus, he’s single now. Give him a break. The boy is gonna need to get laid eventually.

(But he’d told you he didn’t want to be with anyone else, that he’d rather have quiet nights in with his teammates to celebrate, probably just PS4 and takeaway, that he wouldn’t enjoy going out if it wasn’t with you.)

(That rational voice in your head could go fuck itself.)

You shrug off the worry at the back of your mind and post the picture to your Instagram story regardless.  

Your phone buzzes 2 minutes later.

Who is he?

You hate yourself for revelling in his jealousy, but the sense of satisfaction you gain overrides any rationale that sober you would have considered.

?

Who the fuck is that guy?

Can you reply?

I can see you’ve read these messages, you know.

Are you fucking him? Is he your new boyfriend?

Fuck you.

Happy SIX months, babe. Love yaaaaaaaa!!! 

is what the balloon reads, as the delivery man comes by Jesse’s house with a bunch of flowers almost the size of him and a handful of personalised helium balloons.

“Delivery for Mr J Lingard?” The postman reads off his phone, before handing Jesse the assortment of romantic gifts and offering up a screen for Jesse to sign.

He smiles tiredly and nods.

(He swore he had remembered to cancel this order after you’d broken up.)

“Ta mate,” He replies, taking the flowers inside and dumping the balloons behind him in his hallway.

“Anniversary, eh?” The delivery man smiles. “She’ll love the presents.”

(He’s going to throw up.)

Jesse attempts to smile and brush it off with a laugh, but it’s not convincing. “Fingers crossed, yeah.”

“Best of luck.” He walks back down his drive. “Have a nice day.”

“And you.”

He’s alone again in his hallway, the gifts surrounding him, a flurry of red and pink bows and yellow roses, your favourite, your name written onto the balloons.

He imagines you in the kitchen with him, you, being your typical over-emotional, dramatic self probably welling up at the card he’d written, tactfully arranging the balloons for an Instagram photo, talking about inhaling the helium and taking a video for his Snapchat speaking in funny voices, getting stressed out about doing your eyeshadow for your dinner later that evening.

He can imagine looking at you from across his kitchen table like you just hung the moon in the sky, the thought of being with you, eating breakfast with you, talking to you all making his stomach churn. Because the breakup hadn’t been formal nor had it been official, and it was only after you blocked most (well, all) of his social media accounts, and your face no longer appeared, grinning and slightly flushed, in the stands of Old Trafford, that he had realised the severity of what had happened between the two of you.

And Jesse kicks himself over it every day, he could have done more, could have turned up to your house or your office and demanded an answer or at least a conversation, but his stubbornness and obstinacy had prevented him from doing so, and your unwillingness to communicate had landed you both at a stalemate.

(If he could go back in time, he would.)

He leaves the anniversary gifts in his spare room upstairs and doesn’t even open the door.

05:02 – Are you up?

05:14 – Lol of course you won’t be

05:14 – Soz for texting. I can’t sleep and I think I’m just getting a bit caught up in own head

05:16 – I just

05:16 – I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind

05:16 – I just don’t know why this is still so fucking difficult. It’s been like 3 months and I still can’t sleep because I’m thinking about you and how everything went wrong

05:19 – I’m sorry if I pressured you when I told you I loved you and I’m sorry for not fighting more

05:20 – Didn’t meant to rush you. Just wanted to be honest.

05:20 – And now I’ve fucked everything up. And I’ve fucked it with Marcus too, jt’s always awkward and I know he’s taken your side and everything is just shite

05:26 – Fucking hell

05:26 – I can’t do being just friends and I can’t do platonic. Maybe we just should just cut if off completely

05:27 – Please come and see me so we can talk it over

05:27 – I just can’t do this, this in between

05:28 – I love you and I know you still love me

05:28 – Is that not enough???

It’s FOUR in the morning and Jesse’s regretting even leaving the house in the first place.

His head is pounding with the deep bass coming from the speakers behind him, as he gingerly sips at his lime soda, thoughts of his alarm ringing at 7:30am tomorrow morning looming in the back of his mind, thoughts of what his Mum would say if she knew he wasn’t getting a healthy 8 hours of sleep before a game, thoughts of you in that little black dress, swaying to the beat, standing far too close to that short-back-and-sides-probably-a-fuckboy idiot whispering something that Jesse doesn’t want to imagine down your ear.

(Thoughts of what he’d like to do to you in a dress like that.)

You eventually shrug the other guy off when he gets a little too eager, a little too handsy, and pull your hair loose from its ponytail, eyes scanning around the club and pausing when the land on Jesse.

He’s stood in the corner, not speaking to anybody and hardly moving, and that’s when you know he must be in a bad mood, because the DJ’s just started playing Sicko Mode and he’s not even flinched. Then one of his mates appears by his side, hollering down his eardrum, and Jesse doesn’t even respond with a smile or a laugh, he just shrugs him off and walks towards the doors.

You’re not sure why, but you follow him as he heads towards the smoking area.  You lose him eventually in a sea of drunk people, and exhale, the wind suddenly sobering you up. 

Fucking typical, you think, lighting a fag and leaning back against the brick wall, eyes closed.

“You shouldn’t smoke.”

You open one eye and there he is, stood there in front of you, looking at you with a mixture of fondness, annoyance and disapproval. Looking at him dead in the eyes, you lift it to your lips and inhale. “I must have a tendency for going back to things that I know are bad for me.”

He looks at you, and you can tell he wants to bite, to start another fight, but then he bites his tongue and exhales. “How have you been?”

“I’m alright.”

“Good.”

“And you?”

“Good.”

“Jess?”

“Hm?”

“Do you want to get out of here?”

(The next thing you know, you’re in a taxi togetther and he’s telling the driver his address and your hands are all over him and his are all over you.)

(And you fall into bed with him again, like always, like you know deep down happens every time, as if its a habit, and when you wake up the next morning in his shirt you tell yourself that this time really will be the last time.)

You hadn’t anticipated saying those THREE words to Jesse so soon.

God, you hadn’t even considered the possibility of things lasting between the two of you for longer than a few weeks, but now here you were nearly 6 months later, lying on his sofa with his head in your lap and your fingers running through his hair. “Hey,” Jesse speaks and sits up, switching the volume of the telly down to zero.

“Hm?”

He looks away, before turning almost as red as the United shorts he was still yet to change out of, then gulping and shaking his head. “Never mind.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” He cuddles back into you and though your heart melts, you wiggle him off and jab him with your elbow.

“Talk to me.” You whine. “You’re no fun when you’re being weird like this. What’s up?”

Jesse heaves a sigh, and for the first time during your conversation, looks you in the eye before burning bright red again and glancing away. It’s like he can’t bear the sight of you, and his determined avoidance of both a proper conversation and sharing eye contact with you makes you feel slightly nauseous.

A few moments of silence pass before he looks at you again. “I, well- I feel weird right now.” He stumbles. “Because, um, I-“

“Jesse, what is it?”

Your pulse begins to race as your mind inevitably wanders, and the pessimist in you instantly leaps to the worst possible thing. Was he breaking up with you? Things had been going so well, and surely Marcus would have called to give you a heads up if he knew something weird was going on with Jesse.

(Then again, you had cancelled on date night for the past 3 weeks to binge the Great British Bake Off.)

(Still, would that really have warranted a breakup?)

(And plus, Jesse was the Bake Off’s second biggest fan, after yourself, naturally.)

It could be something smaller, something to do with his family, or his career. But he never felt uncomfortable discussing football with you, despite your feelings towards his club, and his relatives treated you like one of their own.

(Your mind does eventually wander to the possibility of him cheating, or him finding someone else, but due to your own stubbornness and for the sake of your sanity, you’re quick to expel any ideas like that straight out of your head.)

“I love you.”

His voice is soft and cracks at the end, and it’s so, so far from what you had been expecting, and so unlike the usual confident, grinning Jesse that you were used to that a lump forms in your throat. “Oh, Jess-“

“I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to scare you off.” He mumbles. “But I’m finding it way too hard to not have those stupid fucking three words replaying in my mind every time I look at you. Because that’s what’s happening, I swear. I’m trying to play it cool and casual but all I can think about every time you smile, or speak, or laugh is the fact that I’m in love with you.”

A smile pulls on your lips and you immediately scramble forward to wrap your arms around him. He laughs and you feel his chest rumble underneath you. “You don’t have to be scared.” You comfort. “Trust me, I was shitting myself way imagining the worst just now.”

Jesse laughs. “Cos like, it terrifies me, it fucking scares the living daylights out of me, because I’ve never felt like this about, well- anyone before. And I was petrified that you didn’t feel the same way.”

You grin, before leaning in and pressing your lips to his with force. It’s a hasty, reassuring kiss, and your teeth clash and you murmur in between kisses, “I love you.”

(Months had passed since that night now and those three words hadn’t lost any meaning.)

(And you just wish you could say them to him again.)

“I know we said it the last TWO times, but we really need to stop doing this.”

His voice is soft, breaking the silence you were lying in.

(You’re grateful that he was the one to speak first, but you’re not so grateful for him bringing up that wretched conversation yet again.)

He looks across at you, the dim light from your lamp illuminating the side of your face, your knotted hair and smudged lipstick, and then at your bedside clock, reading 01:23. Jesse sighs and you can feel your heart sinking into your stomach, as he reaches for his boxers and pulls them on. Your bedroom is a mess, cushions and throws tossed to the floor, and he speaks up again, “I mean it, this time.”

“Okay.”

He continues, though he really doesn’t need to. You’ve got the message loud and clear. “I think it’s just good for our, er, healing. Isn’t like, not sleeping with your ex like the number 1 thing not to do after a breakup?”

“Probably, yeah.”

You hug your duvet up around your body protectively, before reaching for your bra and t-shirt that had been tossed to floor just two hours earlier, when the expected texts had come, the are-you-awake, the got-plans-tonight?, the I’m-horny-and-I-miss-you-let’s-not-waste-any-more-time texts.

(Leading to the exact opposite of what was good for you after the breakup.)

(For fucks sake, you tell yourself.)

(Dua Lipa did not write New Rules for you to be this pathetic, this needy, this easy.)

“Fine, then.” You say, blasé, casual, giving off an air of nonchalance and indifference that couldn’t be further from the whirlwind of thoughts in your mind. “You don’t have to spend the night. Can you see yourself out or do you want me to get up?”

The way he looks back at you after you speak is enough to break your heart all over again. It’s a pleading look, and he’s willing you with his eyes to try and communicate for once, for the first time, but you refuse to meet his eyeline.

“I can see myself out.”

“Right.”

He dresses in silence, grabs his stuff and stalks out your flat, slamming your door on his way out. You scramble out of bed to watch him walk down your street, the way you used to when you started dating, when he used to blow you kisses as he ambled off your drive, or when you used to watch him run to a taxi on mornings when he was late for training.

This time, for the first time, he doesn’t look back at your window.

It’s been ONE year to the day since you met him, and you hate yourself for noticing the parallels as you walk into the living room at Marcus’s NYE party and he’s the first face you can recognise.

It’s like a scene straight out of a romantic comedy and it makes you want to die.

(Fortunately, he doesn’t quite spot you yet, and you’re free to make a beeline to the kitchen, in peace and quiet with an unopened bottle of Chardonnay as your company.)

(It lasts about 15 minutes.)

“Hey.”

You turn around and you see him, smiling at you in that same, stupid, garish, adorable Christmas jumper, holding out a Quality Street chocolate. It’s a peace offering, an olive branch, and you take it with a nod. “You alright?”

Jesse nods and takes a seat on the sofa behind you. “So, what are your New Year's resolutions, hey?”

You settle on the sofa next to him, knocking your knee against his accidentally, cursing and looking at him from over the rim of your glass of wine.

Jesse chuckles then shrugs sarcastically. “Can’t improve perfection.”

Your instinct is to let out a cackle, and you do, you burst out laughing so dramatically your drink nearly projects out of your nostrils, because he’s not even wrong and there’s not much about him that could really do with changing.

(Scrap that, he should learn to cook.)

(And definitely how to use a tumble dryer.)

(And call time of death on those dances he insisted on doing every time he scored a goal.)

“You’re the fucking worst.”

“What are your resolutions then, hey?” He knocks his knees with yours.

“Eat more fruit.” You fib.

Stop being so stubborn and accept that sometimes you’re in the wrong. Stop bottling up your emotions. Don’t be afraid to let people know how you feel. Stop being such a fucking coward all the time.

(Resolutions that Jesse of all people didn’t need to know about.)

“Boring.” He hums.

“Drink more water.” You add, nodding. “Start going to yoga again.”

“That’s so generic.”

“Fuck off. It’s called self improvement.”

“It sounds like every basic 23 year old girl I’ve ever met.”

You peek at your phone when he looks away: 23:58.

Fuck. How the fuck had it got so late already?

Your friends begin to gather in hordes in the kitchen, the TV broadcasting the fireworks in London has been switched on and drinks are poured and held aloft. Jesse jumps to his feet and offers you his hand as you do the same; his hand feels warm and familiar and when he lets go it suddenly feels like there’s acres of space between you again.

10

“I think I’m getting déjà vu.”

9

You roll your eyes, resisting the urge to smile. “Déjà vu to when?”

8

“That night. The first time we met.”

7

Jesse tips his chin backwards, and someone behind him trips, bumps him forward, and he stumbles into you, by reflex finding your waist and your free hand pressing up against his chest.

6

He’s inches in front of you, and you can feel your pulse in your eyeballs and his breath across your face.

5

You splutter out, “I’m really, really fucking sorry.”

4

Jesse laughs. “What the fuck are you on about now, mad woman?”

3

“I’m sorry. About it all. About everything.”

2

He shakes his head, as if to say it’s okay, stop apologising, we haven’t been this close without wanting to kill each other since the break up and I don’t think we should even tempt the possibility of us arguing again.

1

And he’s leaning in, and you can smell his cologne and it’s comforting and reassuring and confusing, and makes your head spin but grounds your feet, and you’re closing your eyes as your friends begin to shout.

Happy new year!

And he’s kissing you and you’re kissing him and you can feel his hand gripping your waist, holding and squeezing you and you can feel your stomach fizzing. When he pulls away he’s looking at you softly, gaze mellowed by tequila and the closeness between you two. “Happy new years, Jess.” is all you can muster, as he leans in and smiles again.

“Happy new year.”

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Black Heron Returns: Part 2

Part 1 (x)

The four ducks wandered around the island aimlessly, Scrooge and Beakley focused on trying to find anything that could help them find Black Heron’s base while Webby looked around along with them while occasionally glancing over at Dewey.  Every now and then, he’d begin to fall behind because he wasnt really paying attention to where he was going, Webby would sometimes call to him to help him keep focus. Though he was happy that Scrooge allowed him to tag along, he didnt really seem to enjoy it as much as he had hoped, since nothing exciting has happened yet, but kept those thoughts to himself.

The 4 then wondered into a cave-like place that goes into the mountains, with multiple openings on the sides that view the whole island.

“We’ll stay here for a bit longer. I have a feeling there might be something here.” “Agreed, 22. Kids, watch your step. There could be trap doors around.” Scrooge and Beakley began cautiously looking around, while Webby glanced at Dewey again, this time with a frown on his face. She noticed it a few times earlier and chose not to say anything, but she just couldnt stay quiet any longer.

“You ok, Dewey?” “Hm? Oh, yea, i guess. Its just so boring.” “Well, thats what a lot of these kinds of missions are. They’re not all action packed.” “Well i wish i knew that before i snuck on this trip.” Webby giggled, as Dewey walked passed her towards an opening.

“You know, it may be boring, but this is one heck of a view.” Webby then walked up to his left side and looked out and was stunned. The view was gorgeous. There wasnt a single cloud in the sky, the sun’s light being reflected on the rippling ocean water. Distant sounds of crashing waves could be heard, and a soft breeze rattled the leaves in the trees. Nothing from towns like Duckburg could be seen. It was just nature doing it’s thing, and it was beautiful.

“Oh my gosh, you’re right. This is so beautiful.” Dewey smiled then took out his phone, and took a picture of the scene. He then turned around and took a selfie with the scene, then pulled Webby closer, put his free arm around her shoulders and took another selfie with both of them. “Perfect.” He said as he leaned against the wall to look at the photos.

But it wasnt a wall.

As soon as he leaned against the wall, it got pushed in, like it was a loose panel or a button. A giant crunch was heard, as he and Webby looked around frantically. Scrooge and Beakley also heard the crunch, and ran to where the kids were. 

“What ‘append?!” “I don’t kno-AAAHH” “KIDS!!”

The ground fell from underneath the kids’ feet like it was a trap door, and they fell through, much to the horror of the adults. The kids were sliding down a rocky surface, with Dewey in the lead and Webby behind him. It wasn’t long before the kids reached the bottom, Dewey rolling to a stop on the ground, and Webby gracefully landed upright in a fighting stance. She saw Dewey slowly getting up, holding and shaking his arm, and went to help him. Rocks could then be heard clogging up the slide, blocking Scrooge and Beakley from going down the slide. They called out to them. 

“Kids, are you ok?!” “Yeah, I’m fine!” Webby called. “Dewey hurt his arm-” “It’s just sore, i landed on it weird. It should go away soon, Uncle Scrooge!” “Children, stay put, we’ll find another way down!” “Ok, Granny!” 

Dewey walked back and forth, still moving his sore arm around, trying to make the pain go away. While doing so, he caught something from the corner of his eyes. He turned fully to see a white light glowing on the wall, but it didn’t look like it was natural sunlight. While still moving his arm, he began slowly walking towards it. Webby then turned to see him walking away. 

“Dewey, where are you going?” Dewey turned to her and pointed to the light on the wall. “There’s something there, I wanna see what it is.” Webby didn’t know whether to follow him, or stay put until the adults arrive, but against her better judgment and her fear of Dewey falling into sudden danger, she hesitantly followed him. They walked side by side down the cave, and it wasn’t long before they were able to see what caused the light, and it made them gasp. 

A giant open space with a bunch of desks and flasks with chemicals and berries along with a lighter, several microscopes and a big screen and projector with a camera right in the middle. They looked around the room, and Dewey spotted multiple flasks with a liquid inside of it. “Webby, what is this?” He walked towards one of the flasks that had a substance that was a completely different than the others. Webby walked next to it, and picked it up. “Wow, this is the bouncing potion. And it looks like it was mixed together very recently!” She then quickly put the flask in her pocket, and then grabbed a whole bunch of flasks in her arms. 

“Whoa, Webby, what are you doing?” “Making a mess. If we get rid of the remaining liquids in all the flasks, she can’t make another potion!” “Ooooooh I like your thinking.” Dewey smirked as he joined Webby in smashing flasks and pouring out the liquid from said flasks. When it was all set and done, they cheered and high-fived each other, but their joy was soon short lived. 

They soon heard mumbling coming from the cave, making Webby’s eyes widen as she pulled Dewey by his hand and dragged him behind a desk. “Webby, what are you-” “Shhhhhhhh.” She covered his bill with her hand, and peaked to see Black Heron coming. She looked towards her lab and gasped, making Webby hide her head. “That’s Black Heron!” Webby whispered. “Really?!” Dewey then turned to peak around the desk, and quickly pulled his head back upon seeing her for a split second. “Why does she have a robot arm?” “I don’t know, she had that when i first met her.” They soon saw her shadow making their way towards them, so they quickly and quietly moved away to hide again from a raging Black Heron, still going on about asking herself what happened to all her berries and the one finished potion. She then stopped, as the kids wondered why she did so. 

“I bet they’re here again.” The kids listened intently as she continued. “That painstakingly annoying Agent 22 and her wreckless partner. Maybe even she brought her grandchild again.” Now Dewey felt something weird inside his chest. It began to beat fast as she kept insulting Beakley, Scrooge and Webby. Everything else seemed to fade away, the only thing he could hear being Black Heron’s venomous voice. “…and she even defeated me at my previous base. That no-good, mischievous, nosey, idiotic child!” 

That was enough to set Dewey ablaze. No one insults his best friend like that. NO ONE!

In rage, Dewey rose up, but was quickly pulled down by Webby. “Dewey, what are you doing?!” He said nothing as he tried again, but Webby held him down, knowing what he wanted to do. “Dewey, take it easy, she’s too strong for you, she’s out of your league!” “No one’s out of our league, Webby. We can take her!” He pushed her arm off him, and hopped over the desk towards Black Heron. “DEWEY!” She whispered out to him. 

“HEY!” 

The Heron turned around, and saw Dewey standing tall and determined. “Who are you?” “I am Dewey Duck. Nephew of Scrooge McDuck, and close friend to Agent 22’s granddaughter!” He stated bodly, as Webby facepalmed, not believing what he just said. 

“Oh really?” “Yea! And no one talks badly about the people i care about as long as I’m around!” He said as he ran towards her and went for a punch, but Heron dodged it, seeming to have fun with this. He tried again and again to no avail, even having Heron lightly wack him on the head, treating this like a game. Dewey was now furious as he faked a punch, but then suddenly kicked Heron’s legs from under her and pounced, both rolling on the floor before Heron used enough force to hurt him a bit and throw him off her. He landed on his stomach, and turned his head to face Heron, who was now standing before him. 

“Poor Child.” She said as she lifted her arm and turned it into a blaster. Dewey rolled onto his back. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.” She said, as Dewey glared at her. Suddenly a cry was heard, and Black Heron was knocked to the wall hard. So hard, that her vision was blurry and she felt dizzy. Dewey looked from Heron to his savior in front of him, which was none other than Webby herself.  He quickly got up, and walked towards her, cheering. “Webby, that was si-” “ARE YOU CRAZY?!” 

Dewey stumbled back as she yelled at him. Her face was red and her face had a furious look as well as… a worried one?

“I told you she was too strong! You could’ve gotten really hurt just now!” “I know, i know, but she was insulting you, Scrooge, and Beakley, and i wasn’t gonna let her talk trash about any of my family, most especially my best friend.” Her face got redder, but her furious look softened a bit, making Dewey slightly confused, but he quickly dismissed it. Webby sighed, and stepped back a bit. “Just…don’t be so reckless, ok? I appreciate you looking out for Granny, Mr. McDuck, and I, but don’t go in blinded by anger. That just works against you.” Dewey walked slowly towards her, and put his hands on her shoulders and smiled, saying “Ok, Webbs. I’ll try to think logically next time.” causing them both to giggle. 

Black Heron was just coming to, and her vision cleared to see Webby and Dewey laughing together, and she silently scowled at the scene. But then her eyes widened, as an evil smile was etched upon her face. She was focused on nothing except the smiling faces of the two ducklings as she slowly got up, then quickly charged at the children, slamming Webby off to the side hard. They weren’t expecting this at all as Webby was blindsided and cried out, with Dewey’s face growing terrified at what just happened so quickly. “WEBBY!” Dewey cried out, as he was then grabbed by the neck from Heron’s non-robotic hand. She lifted him up, by the neck, and slammed him onto the wall, keeping a firm grip on his neck, choking him. He grabbed her hand with both of his and tried everything he can to make her let him go while straining to try to get some air into his body but failed, coughing and gagging as a result. 

Webby shot up, and began running towards them. “Ah-Ah-Aaaah.” sung Heron as she turned her robotic hand into a blaster again, and aimed it at Dewey’s chest, making Webby stop dead in her tracks. She looked at Dewey, and he looked back at Webby through tear-filled eyes, shattering Webby’s poor heart. 

“DROP HIM, NOW!” Yelled Webby. “I don’t think so, Girly.” Heron replied, as she turned to face the girl and saw her look back at Dewey. She then turned to see Dewey look at her, and Heron smiled. “You two seem very close indeed.” She said to Dewey, who glared at her through gritted teeth. She then turned to Webby. “Boyfriend?” She asked. Webby said nothing, as a sickening feeling made their way to both the kids’ hearts. Even in a life-and-death situation, they feel embarrassed at that assumption.

“What do you want?” Black Heron began to think, before she looked to Webby’s side pocket, seeing the only remaining flask that contains the completed potion. “I want that flask in your pocket.” She said sternly. Webby was taken aback by this, before pulling out the flask and held it in her hand. 

“That’s right.” Black Heron sung, as she held her hand out, motioning for Webby to give her the flask. She took a few steps forward before, “W-Webby... no.” She heard this and looked at Dewey, who was looking at her with a pleading look. “Don’t... give in! Figure something else out!” “Quiet, you brat!” Heron’s grip around Dewey’s neck tightened, causing him to cry out in pain. Webby gasped, hating seeing Dewey suffer like this, but couldn’t force herself to look away. 

“I’m waiting girly.” Webby looked at Heron, then at the flask, then at Dewey. She was at a loss. Heron could be deadly with the potion against the world, but she just couldn’t leave Dewey in her clutches! For the first time in a long while, she didn’t know what to do, and it drove her insane. Save the world? Or save her best friend’s life?

Webby took so long that when she looked back at Dewey, she saw his struggling begin to cease, his eyes slowly shutting as his hands that gripped Heron’s arm slipped off, eyes closed as his body fell limb. 

To Webby, everything fell silent. 

She saw Heron look back at Dewey, and seeing him unmoving, she just dropped him onto the floor. Webby didnt even notice Heron walking towards her, as she was focused on Dewey, until Heron hit her off to the side, making Webby’s senses come back to her. She looked at Heron who went to reach towards her before, “HERON!” 

Scrooge came in and knocked her away towards Beakley, who began duking it out with Heron. “Granny! Mr. McDuck!” “Forget about us, lass, go help Dewey!” Webby didn’t even think twice, as she got up, and bolted towards Dewey while Scrooge and Beakley dealt with Heron. Webby slid down by Dewey’s side, and rolled him over, before shaking his body. “Dewey?! Dewey, please!” Dewey didn’t move a muscle, causing Webby to fear the worst. “Come on Dewey, not like this! NOT LIKE THIS!” She tried to shake him awake again to no avail. 

Heron could barely get a hit on Scrooge and Beakley. They both we’re fighting differently, and Scrooge had a ferocious look on his while he fought. Beakley hit Heron back towards Scrooge, and Scrooge wasted no time in showing her what she deserved. “You come up with a plan to lay havoc on the world, trash my house, and mess with me and both my partners, but when you seriously hurt one of my nephews?! That’s when things get personal!” 

He landed a couple of blows, and hit her back to Beakley who gave the finishing blow as she punched Heron across the room. Heron, looked up at the two, before noticing something at the corner of her eye. She viciously smiled, as she reached up and pressed a button, causing the whole area to shake with an alarm going off and a voice saying, “Self Destruct Sequence Initiated.” 

“What?!” They both looked around before Scrooge saw Heron making a run for it. He was about to chase after her before Beakley pulled him back. “We can deal with her another time, McDuck, we have another serious problem at hand!” She pointed to Webby still holding a limp Dewey, making Scrooge realize what it could mean. They both ran towards the kids, Webby looking up with teary eyes as they arrived. Quickly, Beakley scooped up Dewey in her arms, and Scrooge turned to a dress both of them. “Beakley, carry Dewey out and Webbigail, stay close. Follow me!” 

Scrooge led the way, with the two females right behind him. He managed to find a way down to the kids, but it wasnt short, so with the self-destruction sequence activated, they had to run fast, or else they wouldnt make it. Beakley really had no trouble running while carrying Dewey, and Webby focused up ahead, but every so often would quickly glance at Dewey. He was still unmoving, and she still couldn’t shake the sickening feeling, but had to focus on running if they all wanted a chance to survive. 

Finally, they rounded one last corner to arrive back at the area where the kids initially fell through the floor. They then ran towards the beach, where Launchpad was waiting with the sub. He could see them and waved before Scrooge’s voice reached his ears. “Launchpad, start the sub!” He was about to enter the sub before his eyes caught Dewey in Beakley’s arms, and his eyes widened in shock. “Wait! What happened to Dew-” “No time, just get in!” Shouted Beakley, and Launchpad did so without hesitation. The engine roared to life, as the 4 hopped into the sub and closed the hatch tightly and quickly. With that done, they sailed off before diving under the ocean, the island exploding before they did so. The sub shook, as the force of the explosion pushed it outward at a faster rate, Launchpad barely able to keep the sub under control. 

Once things were steady again, no one wasted anytime to lay Dewey down across the seats. “How is he?” Asked Scrooge. “His heartbeat was faint when i got to him, but thats all i could hear.” Whimpered Webby. Beakley laid her head sideways upon Dewey’s chest, and emitted a long sigh. She lifted her head, and smiled at Webby and Scrooge reassuringly. “His heartbeat is still there. He just needs a lot of oxygen.” 

“Right. Lass, come with me, i might need your help.” Webby followed Scrooge to the storage closet at the back of the sub, with Beakley looking over Dewey, and Launchpad still piloting the sub, but couldnt get Dewey out of his mind. He turned around and asked Beakley, “Mrs. B., what do i do?” “Just keep driving, Launchpad. The sooner Dewey gets home, the better.” She smiled at him, as he saluted her, and focused on the open ocean up ahead. Scrooge and Webby then came out with an oxygen take and mask, and placed the mask on Dewey’s bill and the tank right beside him. His chest was moving up and down, so that calmed the nerves of everyone to an extent. 

“Now, all we have to do is wait.” Said Scrooge. They then pulled Webby off to the side, and questioned her about everything that happened before they came to their rescue. Webby explained about the lab and the flask in her pocket, completely forgetting about it before they brought it up. She also explained how he took Black Heron on the way he did was because she was insulting the three of them, and managed to actually knock her down before she got the best of him. Then she knocked her back and grabbed Dewey by the neck and literally choked him unconscious, causing Webby to slightly sob as she explained that part. 

The adults hugged the young duckling in reassurance, and smiled down at her saying that everything will be alright. “Give him time, and he’ll wake up soon.” Her granny said to her. “He’ll be fine, lass.” She looked up to Scrooge. “Whether be it fortunate or not, it’ll be hard for anyone to finish him off.” They all let out a small chuckle before dispersing around the sub. Scrooge and Beakley went off to the side to talk about some things while Webby sat by Dewey’s side, waiting patiently for him to wake up. 

About two hours go by before the black finally gains some color. 

Dewey’s eyes slowly blinked as he tried to get his vision to focus while also trying to ignore the soreness of his throat. He noticed a mask on his bill, and took it off while sitting up. His eyes could see clearly again, as he looked around and soon realized he was back in the sub. He could see the back of Launchpad’s head, then turned around and saw Scrooge and Beakley sleeping on the chairs they were sitting. He then looked straight from where he was, and saw Webby’s head resting on the arm rest of his seat, but was actually on the floor. He wondered why she was like this, tried to breathe in to speak before his throat began to hurt badly, and he started viciously coughing, startling Launchpad and waking everyone else up immediately. 

They all swarmed around him, bombarding him with questions about his well being, if anything hurts, if he needs anything, etc. With a bit of a straining voice, he quieted then down, only asking for some water. Scrooge was about to go get it, but Webby was gone and back with a flash, a water bottle in hand. 

Dewey took a sip, thanking her, before walked towards him, putting his mask back on saying, “might be a good idea to keep this on you for a while longer.” Dewey didn’t argue and nodded his head. Scrooge and Beakley went back to where they originally were, leaving Dewey and Webby by themselves. 

Dewey nervously turned to look at Webby, expecting her face to be fuming, but when he did, his eyes widened. She looked at him with her eyes threatening to tear up with her bill quivering, yet she look extremely happy and relieved. 

“Uh, W-Webbs? You goo-oh!” He got cut off with Webby embracing him into a very tight hug. He could feel her body shake and a few tears stain the back of his shirt. He didn’t care about that though, as he was still confused by the sudden action, and she then pulled back, still holding on to Dewey’s shoulder with one arm, and the other to wipe her eyes. 

“You really scared me, you know.” 

“I, um...”

I thought you... I thought that...” she stumbled with her words and turned away from him, as he then scooted closer to her and put an arm on her shoulder this time. 

“I thought I failed you.” She whispered as more tears fell from her eyes.

“Hey, look at me. Look at me.” He pushed against her shoulder, and used his other arm on her other shoulder to gently make her face him. “I’m still here, aren’t I? I’m fine as can be. A bit sore on the neck, but probably not the worst thing that’s happened to me.” He quietly chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, and it seemed to work, as she giggled right next to him. 

“My point is, don’t think you’ve ever failed me from now on, ok? You’re my best friend, Webbs.” He then embraced her and she hugged him back. “You can never fail me.” 

The hug lasted way longer than it should’ve, but honestly, the kids didn’t mind. The only thing that seemed off was that Webby felt a tiny pang in her chest as soon as he called her his “best friend,” but she was too happy that he was still alive, she could care less about anything else at that moment. She shoved that feeling to the side, dismissing it as nothing big. 

Or was it?

#ducktales #Dewey Duck #Webby Vanderquack #mrs beakley #uncle scrooge #launchpad mcquack #black heron #debbigail #?

[rainconfettis]

Obligatory Coffee Shop AU (Sanders Sides)

As promised, maybe a little later than planned, my obligatory coffee shop au that will probably be shortened to OCSAU

Part 2

Anyways tag list: @virgilswritings and @creative-robot you sweet sweet beans

Roman was tired of monotonous days. He was tired of living the same day-to-day life that he always did. He wanted action! He wanted excitement! He wanted passion. No one could deny him these basic rights. He was going to find his next thrill, and he knew his heart would lead him right to it.

He huffed out a breath, and when the bell rang, pushed his elbows off the counter. He straightened (heh) his uniform and called out, “Welcome to Royal’s Coffee and Treats.”, then turned to shoot a dazzling smile at the customer. This customer wasn't even looking at him. Which was for the best, because Roman almost choked.

In a pristine black button-up, a man strode toward the counter, glaring at his phone through his thick-rimmed glasses. Even though he looked irritated, Roman thought he was cute. And his distraction gave the barista the opportunity to admire.

By the time the mystery male was at the counter, Roman had successfully deduced that he was definitely around the same age, and intelligent, if Newton’s Principia Mathematica poking out of his bag was any indication. He finally looked up, locking eyes with Roman for the time it took him to utter the sentence, “Give me 30 seconds.” and succinctly moving them to the menu above Roman’s head. Roman tried to hold in a smile when he noticed the other’s warm brown eyes were a few shades darker than his own and stunning.

“Of course, fire when ready.” Roman winked, even though the other couldn’t see it.

“Please, I don’t have the authority to fire you. Only your boss does.” He responded simply, not even bothering to take his eyes off the menu. Roman wasn’t sure if that was a witty remark or completely serious. Nevertheless, he was willing to try.

“You sure could boss me around, though.” he shot back without missing a beat.

Finally, the stranger’s eyes landed back on the barista’s face, “Again, I’m not sure I’m qualified to.” He spoke with such a flat tone, but Roman’s heart flipped when he detected the slightest of smiles pull at his lips. So he was playing.

Roman gave him a dazzling smile, “Are you ready to order, or are you gonna scan me like that menu?”

This time when he winked, the stranger blushed, and couldn’t help but smile as he said, “Medium caramel latte, iced please.”

“One caramel latte for you. $6.50,” he said, pulling a cup off the stack beside him and waiting for the stranger to get out his exact change, of course, “and I will need your name.”

He looked up from getting the money out of his wallet, clearly confused, “Isn’t that a Starbucks thing?”

Roman whipped his head around quickly, then bent over the counter slightly and in the most fake whisper ever, said “Shhhhhhhh, you must never name that devil company in our authentic coffee house.” he then straightened (heh) up, and laughed, “Nah, we don’t do that, but I’d just like to stop referring to you as the ‘handsome stranger’.”

Again, a small smile, still not wide enough to show teeth, and he held out his hand to give Roman the money, “Logan.”

“Logan, exotic.” They both snorted at that, and Roman took the money from Logan, resisting the urge to do a cliche hands lingering moment, “I’m Roman.”

“Like the empire?”

“Like the empire.”

Roman turned to start the drink, shooting a glance toward the other customers as he did so. A regular was typing on their laptop, not even bothering to throw away the empty cups that are slowly piling up beside them. The other man didn’t seem to be busy with anything, but scrolled through his phone with haste nonetheless.

“So Newton is your fancy? I'm more of a Whitman and Cervantes guy myself.” Roman didn't bother looking back at Logan as he talked. He didn't want to mess this drink up. For this man, he was gonna make the perfect latte.

“Newton is an excellent scientist, yes, but I'm actually more interested in psychology. Pavlov, Skinner, and more modern ones.”

“Not Freud?”

Logan snorted, “Yeah, no. Freud was a garbage person. But the scientists who use his work to improve it? They're the interesting ones with something useful to say.”

Roman nodded, sticking that in his brain to sound smart later, and finished making the coffee. He put the lid on, swirled it for effect, and stuck a straw through, “I would have written my number on it to be cheesy, but it’s iced so it’s hard to do after the coffee is in it, and I didn’t think ahead of time to do so.” He looked up to meet Logan’s eyes, glad to see the other smiling back, “So I guess I’ll just wait for you to ask.”

Logan looked down at his coffee, and took a sip. He swished it around, to make a show of it, and smiled, “I’ll consider it, if it means I get another coffee like this.”

The words made Roman’s heart flutter. Of course, he’d been in a playful flirting match before. Just not like this. Logan was obviously intelligent, and obviously willing to play along, but with the looks and the brains, he was out of Roman’s league. The barista watched the man take his seat at one of the countertops facing him. He pulled out his laptop and shot Roman one more glance before starting to type. Roman had no idea what he was doing, but he could guess schoolwork or personal passion.

After Logan pulled out his laptop, a few more customers entered. He took care of their orders, taking “subtle” glances at Logan along the way, and catching him staring a few times. Once the last in line was cared for, Roman checked the clock and then leaned on the counter, placing his elbows on the surface and his chin on his palms. He cleared his throat to get Logan’s attention, and as soon as the other looked up, he batted his eyelashes, and said, “What are you up to?”

Logan rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t stop a smile, “I’m writing a critical review of Principia. Ten pages in currently.”

“Ten pages?” Roman pushed off the counter, and rushed into the back and through the door connecting the back room to the customer area, slowing his pace to stride over to Logan, “Ten pages?”

Logan laughed, “You do know that the Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica is over 900 pages long, right?” Roman’s mouth opened, and then closed, so Logan went on, “Ten pages doesn’t even cover the major theories he had. Of course, I don’t need to go into depth about the hypotheses that are incorrect, but it doesn’t hurt to cover them. I’m guessing I can shorten down what I’ve already written after I’m finished writing, then revise and maybe shorten it some more. After that it could be anywhere from twenty to thirty pages long.”

As he was babbling, Roman was distracted. Logan’s eyes lit up when he talked, and his hands started to gesture, compact and calculated even though it was unconscious. Roman thought it was adorable. He really did try to listen, but he was so impressed and overwhelmed by the idea that someone could write a thirty page book report that he realized how thoroughly smitten and screwed he was. This man was too good for him. This man was good.

So they talked until another customer came in, and talked when the customer left. Roman learned he was a double major in mathematics and astronomy-an odd combination-at the college about 15 minutes away. Roman told him that he was a theatre arts major at an online college, and also worked/volunteered (he only sometimes got paid, they’re a small theatre group) at the theatre downtown. Roman also learned that this nerd was a fan of many of Roman’s favorite shows, even though they disagreed on some of the theories and plot points, and that the more he learned about Logan, the more time he wanted to spend with him.

At the end of Roman’s shift, he was convinced to ask Logan out. He had to. So he greeted the person coming in for next shift and packed up his stuff, going as fast as possible to get to Logan. He pushed his way through the door and walked up to him, admiring the way his eyebrows came closer together when he was focused, and his lips pursed ever so slightly. He shook his head, and said, “Hey Logan, my shift is ending, so-”

“Would you like to go out sometime?” Logan looked up from his laptop after saying it, catching Roman’s eye just in time to see the barista’s face turn bright red.

“I-uh-you, yeah!” Roman burst out, and covered his mouth, taking a deep breath and not looking Logan in the eye until he could feel the heat in his cheeks diminish, “Yes, I was actually coming to ask you that.”

Logan grinned, and pulled out a pen, writing on a sticky note. He turned to Roman and handed him the sticky note. In near perfect (of course), blocky numbers, was Logan’s number, and his name. Once again, Roman’s heart fluttered, and he squeaked out a good-bye before promising to text.

He left the shop, grinning, and didn’t stop until he was safely inside his apartment. His roommate, Patton, wanted to know what happened, but Roman couldn’t comprehend the words to explain how incredibly lucky he got, so he just looked down at the number now saved in his phone, and choked out, “Cute boy. Date. Number.” and stumbled to his room as gracefully as he uttered the sentence. That night, he probably wouldn’t sleep, and if he did, he would be dreaming of certain boys and their big dumb books. His heart had lead him to someone thrilling, all right.

So apparently there might be a part two, because i felt there wasnt enough here to really be considered a finished storyline. I suppose I’ll do it if I get some positive feedback

#sanders sides #logan sanders #roman sanders #logince #holy shit i almost forgot romans name i only wrote it a hundred times during this #obligatory coffee shop au #ocsau

[elliotthezubat]

DEATH CITY DAYS CHAPTER 56

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Chuuya: *looks through peephole* "!!!" *looks around apartment--and levitates trash out of the way and into the closet* hirotsu: chuuya? are you home? Chuuya: "C-Coming!" *apartment is clean...-ish* *opens the door* hirotsu: ....*wipes a glass table with his finger*....hmm. dusty... Chuuya: -_-; "I've been busy." hirotsu: busy with work, or grieving? Chuuya: "Wh-What? I'm...just working." hirotsu: on what exactly? Chuuya: "Things--lots of things!" hirotsu: *raises a brow* care to elaborate? mito: owo~? Chuuya: "...Research. Investigating." hirotsu: oh? Chuuya: *clears his throat* "N-Nothing concrete yet. Will keep you updated...sir." hirotsu:...*glances at the closet* make sure you take the trash out properly. kouyou raised you better than that. Chuuya: >____< "GOD DAMN IT!" hirotsu: *glaaaare* Chuuya: o\\\o "I mean...yes, sir." -elsewhere- Hibana: "Did you put out the trash?" mikami: *nods* ryuuko: yes. Kishiri: *shoved into a garbage can* -_____- ryuuko:...*sly grin* Hibana: "...Ryuuko...You should be rewarded!" ryuuko: thank you...i suppose. 7///7; mikami: ^^; Kishiri: "LET ME OUT OF THIS THING!" Hibana: *hands Ryuuko a gift card* "Buy something nice for yourself." -elsewhere- Anya: -\\\- "So embarrassing..." tsugumi: what happened? Anya: "I ran into Licht--and could barely form a sentence..." tsugumi: ooooh~? Anya: *covers her face* "I wanted to say 'I'm glad to run into you,' but I mumbled so much it sounded like, 'I'm into you.'" ao: oh my~ Anya: *she's turning red all over* "I want to die..." mio: *pap pap* Anya: Q~Q "Maybe I'll switch to homeschooling...again." tsugumi: dont say that! D8> Anya: TT_TT "I just feel foolish." tsugumi: *pats her back* it's alright. we all make mistakes sometimes. Anya: "I-I just want to stop screwing up..." tsugumi: *hug* Anya: >~< *hug* -elsewhere- Jonah: *disguised as Lisa* lisa: *urk* Jonah: *high pitch* "I'm so happy to be back with my friends! I couldn't stand being stuck in that cruddy workshop with that weird furry guy!" lisa:....*grips fist* Jonah: "He was so annoying! Always banging on his equipment--and other things." lisa: *grabs him and throws him into the wall* .... shut up. *her tone is harsh and cold* Jonah: *still wearing her face* "Oh, did I touch a nerve? I swear it's like you actually liked that Vulcan--" lisa: *grabs him by the neck* if you dont shut up....i'll kill you here and now... Jonah: *coughs out a laugh* lisa: *grips tighter* Jonah: *shakes his head, resuming his usual face...but not the body* "Okay, okay, I get it..." -elsewhere- Tool: "Ah, just what I needed!" *at a junkyard, his hand moving to grab a piece--* *Someone else's hand grabs it, too* yu: oh! uh.... ._.;; Tool: "??? What you need this thing for, kid? The scrap metal says it doesn't want to have to chose between us." yu:....eh? o.o~?? Tool: *listening to the metal* "Uh huh...Uh huh...Okay." *hands it to Yu* "It wants to go home with you." yu: oh. um... t-thank you....i think. Tool: "The metal said 'He's so moe!'" yu:....eh? *head tilt* Tool: "Don't ask me--the metal said it. What you need it for, anyway?" -elsewhere- Kunikida: *reviewing reports* -THUNDER BOOM- Kunikida: "???" *looks outside* "Rainstorm?" kirako: seems like it. Kyoka: *hiding under a desk* atsushi: it's ok kyouka. *pats her head* Kyoka: Q~Q atsushi:.... Kunikida: *hands Atsushi headphones* atsushi: *nods and hands them to kyouka* Kyoka: *listens...* =_= -the music is soft and relaxing- Kyoka: *sighs* ^^ *leans against Atsushi* atsushi: ^^; Kyoka: "Zzz..." atsushi:...*picks her up and carries her to one of the bed's in the clinical room* Kyoka: "Zzz..." *curled up* atsushi:... *tucks her in with her doll* Kyoka: *content sigh* =w= "Zzz..." atsushi:.... *exits the room* Kunikida: "Not bad. Good work." atsushi: *small smile* *A drop of water hits Kunikida's head* Kunikida: "...Get a bucket. We have a leak." atsushi: r-right! -after fixing the leak- atsushi: should i go up to the next floor to make sure nothing got damaged? Kunikida: "Please do so--" Dazai: *kicks down the door* "Hey, all!" *he's soaked* atsushi: O-O;; kirako: *shaking water off her umbrella and raincoat* *sigh* Kunikida: "We do have doorknobs. And umbrellas. And don't want a wet floor." Dazai: "Sorry--the rain was just really bad outside. What's up, Atsushi?" atsushi: kyouka got scared by the storm, and kunikida gave her some headphones. she's asleep in the medical room now. yosano: *sigh* the medical room isnt for nap time...but i'll let it slide for now. Dazai: "Ah, good planning!" *wringing his clothes dry* "...So, any update on that thing I told you about?" atsushi: oh! uh...w-what thing? Dazai: "...Someone stopped by my apartment." atsushi: ?? who was it? ranpo: pics or it didnt happen? Dazai: -_-;;;; "Sorry, I didn't ask Q's mom for a photo." atsushi: ??!?!! Dazai: "Weird, right?" ranpo:...that wasnt Q's mom. atsushi: eh? Dazai: "???" ranpo: think about it. why would a woman looking for her child go up to some stranger's door step? if she really wanted to find her child, wouldnt she go to the agency itself? or even the police? Dazai: owo;;; "...Because she thought I would do a good job of finding her son?" -aaand cue mass facepalm- ranpo: ...what exactly did she look like? Dazai: "She wore a hat." ranpo: is that all? im gonna need more details than that. im a detective, not a wizard. Dazai: "Trenchcoat? Glasses? Shoes?" ranpo: hmm. like sunglasses? or regular glasses? Dazai: "Sunglasses." ranpo: on such a gloomy day like this? Dazai: "...Maybe she was hiding from crying?" ranpo: did she seem to be crying? Dazai: "...She was calm, when not yelling." ranpo: how long did she say her child was gone for? Dazai: "A month?" ranpo: and just how long has Q been _in_ the port mafia, hmm? Dazai: owo;;;;; "Um...Well, I was 14 when he joined--" ranpo: so then Q being gone for a month would be impossible. Dazai: owo "...IT'S NOT MY FAULT! I WAS DISTRACTED BY HER SOB STORY!" ranpo: anything else to note? Dazai: *pulls out the photo--from his wet shirt pocket* "Here..." ranpo:....*there is a look of unease on his face* Dazai: "??? What?" ranpo: do you....notice anything unusual about this picture? Dazai: "...It's old?" ranpo: *shakes head* look at Q. -the picture shows Q....as he looks currently, walking along a street....the picture seems to be candid- Dazai: "I'm looking." ranpo: how old does he look? Dazai: "...Not much different than now..." yosano:....that sign... Dazai: "Which sign?" -in the photo, there is a sign advertising a sale- Kunikida: "Hmm...That is a good bargain..." yosano: i saw that same sign just a few days, if not a week, ago. Dazai: "...So, a fake mother." yosano: the question is....who is this person, and why Q? Dazai: "Maybe I could describe her more for an artist's rendering?" -elsewhere- Mori: "Nothing." ???: sir? Mori: "No progress..." ???: i see....that's unfortunate, sir. Mori: "Hmph. I'm going to take a break. Clean up." ???: understood sir. -elsewhere- Belkia: Q~Q *tied to a tree* otogiri: have you learned your lesson? Belkia: "How can I learn a lesson when I did nothing wrong?!!!" -elsewhere- Kid: "And you have no idea who stole your merchandise?" clerk: n-no sir. kirika: *casually chilling in a chair* Kid: "Hmm...Been reading these reports. May be able to find your culprit." clerk: thank you sir. Kid: "Come along, Kirika...We have another lead." kirika: neato. Kid: "What do you think? Magician thief? This just seems...silly." kirika: when we find this bastard, im gonna just beat him up. Kid: "...How...complex." -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: TT~TT reimi: ?? Mr. Tsubaki: *goes into fox form* "I feel cold..." reimi: *getting the kotatsu out* here you go. Mr. Tsubaki: *crawls underneath QUQ "Thank you..." reimi: ^^ no problem. Mr. Tsubaki: *still shivering, sniffing* reimi: ?? is something wrong Mr. Tsubaki: "Just lonely..." reimi: hmm... Mr. Tsubaki: *curls up in his tail* "I-I just need sleep..." reimi: ok then. good night. Mr. Tsubaki: *whimpers, as he closes his eyes* -elsewhere- Sakuya: *yawn* naho: zzzz lilac: zzzz Sakuya: *puts his arms around Naho and Lilac's shoulders* naho: =w= lilac:...mm... Sakuya: "Zzz..." -elsewhere- kirika: *waiting* *Someone in a black catsuit is sneaking through the skylight of a museum* kirika:...*small grin* Thief: *removes a powder...and traces a symbol onto the jewelry case* kirika: yo. Thief: "?!!" *turns around--and blows powder into Kirika's face* kirika: tch- *The powder's symbol has opened a portal into the case* kirika: huh. well then. *goes in after* *Inside the portal is...a stage* kirika: barrier type magic, eh? not bad. Thief: "I try..." *pulls on their suit--removing it to reveal a woman in a white magician's suit* "And I do put on quite a show!" kirika: suuure ya do. listen. how about i just wreck your shit now and we can call it a night, how about that? Thief: *pouts* "But I was hoping you could be my lovely assistant..." *snaps her fingers* kirika: unyeh? *Kirika is now in a magician's assistant outfit--with cat ears* kirika:....ok. it's murder time now. Thief: *holding up a saw* "Sorry, magicians don't kill--we just cut people in HALF!" *lunges* -CLANG- kirika: *claw blades out* cute. but out of your league. Thief: "D'aw, my assistant wants to go solo?" *lets go of the saw--which is still levitating and pushing against Kirika, as the Thief pulls out...a rainbow-color set of scarves* "So sad..." *blows her nose into a scarf--sending out glitter* kirika:.....*eye twitch* *The Thief is not there--and is going back through the portal with jewels* kirika: *running after....rather quickly i might add* Thief: *leaps through the portal--but her foot is still inside the portal...* -grab- -YOINK- -RIGHT INTO THE WALL- kirika: boom. biatch. Thief: X____X -security steps in soon after- Thief: TT_TT "I just wanted pretty jewels for my new trick..." -later, elsewhere- Arthur: *yawns, sitting in the kitchen* maki: cant sleep? Arthur: *shakes his head* "Just...a bad dream. Hoods." maki:...ah.... Arthur: "If I face them again...I can't wait to knock them down." -elsewhere- Poe: *yawn* karl: zzzz Poe: *tucks Karl into his little raccoon bed* karl: =w= Poe: *lies down in his own bed* -morning- Kid: *yawn* stocking: morning~ *kiss* Kid: ^\\\^ "Morning..." *smooch* stocking: sleep well? kirika: zzzzzz *crashed out on the couch* Kid: "Yes, I--" *notices Kirika* "???" stocking: *looking at phone* ah. seems she busted our phantom thief. Kid: "Oh? That's a good accomplishment..." *spots the newspaper article* "...What is she wearing?" stocking: yikes. kirika: dont make me....zzz...kick yer ass.... Kid: o_o;;; "...Maybe we should leave this room and let her finish up on sleep." -elsewhere- Relan: *feeding cheese* "Here you goo, buddy." buttons: ^o^ *nom nom nom* Vulcan: owo *whispers to Shinra* "He has a pet rat?" shinra: yeah. Vulcan: "...That is so freaking cool." Relan: *overhearing* "I-I saved him from Giovanni--" shinra: o-o; Vulcan: "...That bastard...was going...to hurt...that...rat?" Relan: owo;;;; -elsewhere- Hibana: *making pancakes* gabriella: morning~ *kiss* Hibana: >\\\w\\\< "Oh, that gets you a special pancake." *smooch* -elsewhere- higuchi:... *with flowers, walking to the graveyard* Gin: "..." higuchi: hey rain. i know it's a day early but....happy birthday. Gin: "..." higuchi:....she didnt deserve what happened to her. Gin: "No, she did not. And what can be done...is to honor her life." higuchi:...yeah. Gin: "...I am sorry for what my brother did to Rain." higuchi:...i talked to him about it...he saw her break her condition. he was...just trying to end her suffering as....that beast. Gin: "...Does not change what has occurred...And what motivated her to take such action..." higuchi:...*grips fist* mori... Gin: "???" higuchi: .... Gin: "I wonder...what Mori did...Hmm...I'll look into this..." -elsewhere- Lucy: *puffed cheeks* atsushi: oh um... hi lucy. ouo; Lucy: "?!!! Oh...You. Hello. Hmph." atsushi: o_o;; um... soooo.... Lucy: "Why haven't you used that coupon I sent you?!" atsushi: oh! right! i'll come by later today! OwO;; Lucy: "You better--because I know where you live!" atsushi: ^^; we...live in the same building. ^^;;; -glint- atsushi: ??!! *looks up*.... Lucy: "???" *looks up* atsushi:....thought i felt something...watching us for a moment... Lucy: "Feel? Like, what kind of feeling?" atsushi:...i-it's probably nothing... -in the air vent, something watches- yana: hmm... FD: *incom* "Update?" yana: seems we got a few lovebirds around... *checks in some other cameras. including kunikida's room. fukuzawa's room. etc.* Kunikida: *reading* yana: *zooms in on a few photo frames* -a few photos. including those of sasaki and rokuzou- yana: hmm... Kunikida: "..." *pats the photos, before exiting the room* yana:.... *typing some stuff up*....hmmm... Kenji: "I don't like this color...Maybe the yellow?" yana: *checks another camera to the tanizaki's room*.... *quickly changes to another camera* yeesh. Dazai: "..." *staring at the ceiling* yana: whats on your mind today, mr former mafia... Dazai: "..." *YAAAAAWN* yana: -_-; -elsewhere- Belkia: "BAM! Told you I was innocent!" *holds up a newspaper* otogiri: ah. so it would seem. my humblest apologies. Belkia: "Hee hee...I'll accept your apology--but it'll cost ya!" -elsewhere- mito: *mew* Chuuya: *wiping the counter* "??? Hungry, kitten?" mito: ^w^ Chuuya: *opens the cupboard, now organized, and removed a tin of cat food, opening it and setting it on a plate* "Dig in." mito: *nom nom nom* Chuuya: "..." *turns on the radio as he washes dishes* -a soft jazz song plays- Chuuya: "..." *continues washing and drying before heading to the bathroom to empty the litter box* -elsewhere- Meme: "Want to head to the arcade?" mio: sure. Meme: *smiles* "Great! I can't want to play you at the fighter games." mio:...*small smile and holds her hand* Meme: "!!!" ^\\^ mio: ... .////. Meme: "Is...this okay?" mio:..y-yeah. of course. Meme: *small hand squeeze* "Thanks..." mio:... *blush* Meme: "I'm glad for...this moment." mio:...m-me too... Meme: "...I really like you, Mio." mio: i like you too...a lot... Meme: "R-Really?" .\\\. mio: *nod* >////< *smooch* Meme: O\\\\\\O "..." >\\\\< *smooch* mio: >/////< so.... um...uh... .////////////////////////. *steam coming off her head* Meme: *steam off her head* o\\\\O "...Yeah..." mio:...arcade? ^///^ Meme: *smiles* "Arcade..." *holds her hand...and kisses her cheek* mio:..thanks. -elsewhere- Yohei: *thumbing through papers* coworker: workin hard there? Yohei: "You know it..." *he has a separate folder of certain Dokeshi...* coworker: glad to hear. tell chie and toru i said hey, alright? Yohei: *smiles* "Will do. Thanks." -elsewhere- Hyde: "One strawberry cone, please!" clerk: coming right up. Hyde: *looks around at other patrons* -elsewhere- kirako: ._____.;;;; Dazai: "Well?" kirako: uugh. mom wants to do a vidchat later tonight. and i just know how that's going to go....*sigh* Dazai: "Because she'll be asking whether you're married yet?" kirako: or at the least in some kind of relationship... Dazai: "...What if you introduced me as your boyfriend?" kirako: e-eh? o///o; Dazai: "Like for pretend? It would get her off your back." kirako: well. it might help. thanks dazai. *smiles* Dazai: "Anytime...So, when should I be around for vidchatting?" kirako: this afternoon or evening most likely. Dazai: "Cool. Should I come back then?" -elsewhere- Medusa: *reading a book* neian: zzzz Medusa: *looks over at Neian* "..." *steps outside* shaula: yo. Medusa: "Hello. Surprised you are awake." -elsewhere- Lucy: *attending to customers* atsushi: *taking a seat, coupon in hand* Lucy: "...Oh. There you are. What will you have?" atsushi: i'll have...chazuke please. and some green tea. ^^; Lucy: "..." *small smile* "Coming up, Tabby." *turns around* atsushi: *small smile* *spots someone outside the window*.... O_o;;;; Akutagawa: o_______o atsushi: *hides behind menu* O-O;;;;;;;; (thinking: i saw nothing i saw nothing i saw nothing i saw nothing) Akutagawa: *suddenly sitting next to him* "What did you order?" atsushi: O_O;;;;; (thinking: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!) Lucy: "Food's coming along, Tabby. Here's your WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?!" atsushi: O-O;;;;;;;;; he sort of......wandered in? owo;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; Lucy: "...Hmph. Well, the capitalist in me wants money, so order something or leave--" Akutagawa: "A piece of Atsushi." atsushi: please do not cut off my leg again. that was a dick move. Lucy: o_____o "He did WHAT to you?" atsushi: it was earlier in the summer, but he straight up cut my leg off! i mean i got better, but still! -a few people are staring now- kirika: and here i thought lunch wasnt gonna be entertaining. Lucy: >___< "For cutting off Atsushi's leg, you better order a ton of food from our fine establishment to make up for that!" Akutagawa: *looks around* "Why is everyone staring?" Gopher: *sipping his ice cream soda...with two straws* atsushi:...can we finish lunch then take this elsewhere? OuO;;;;; Lucy: *angry face* "Yeah! Because when I get off work, I'm going to tear off your--" Akutagawa: "Very well. Give me two of everything on the menu." Lucy: *pleasant face* "Coming right up, sir~" atsushi: OuO;;;;;;; -after that- Akutagawa: "..." atsushi: *SWEATING* Akutagawa: "Do you know why I wanted to speak with you?" atsushi: i can only tell it's going to end badly for me. very badly. Lucy: *spying from the bushes* Akutagawa: "It is as I said: I want a piece of you." atsushi: soooo....you want to fight me? is that it? Lucy: *glaring, ready to intervene in this epic forthcoming battle--* Akutagawa: "In a sexual way." Lucy: .\\\. atsushi: .......... *atsushi.exe has stopped working* odasaku:...huh. well i'll be. Akutagawa: "I have been doing a lot of reading, and I think I would do quite well at shoving my rock-hard--" atsushi: WOAH NOW LETS JUST BACK UP THE BUS HERE!! Akutagawa: "??? Is that not the proper way to get you sexually excited?" atsushi: um.... *SWEATS* (thinking: i've gotten myself in some deep shit now, huh? SOMEONE HELP PLZ) Akutagawa: "Now, then, let's go back to my place and--" Lucy: "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" *leaps out of the bushes* atsushi: oh thank god! *hides behind lucy* save me from the crazy man. QuQ Lucy: *pat pat* "Gladly...Now listen here, you stupid dark emo bastard! I am not letting you get anywhere near my man--" Akutagawa: "...What?" atsushi: >/////< *smooches lucy*.... I PANICKED OK?! >///////////< Lucy: o\\\\o "..." *smooch* >\\\\< Akutagawa: !!!! *heartbroken* atsushi: .////////////.;;;; Lucy: "I PANICKED, TOO!" Akutagawa: "..." *glares, hot tears falling down his face, as he raises Rashomon over Lucy...sharp and ready to slice her* atsushi: ... !!!! *TIGER ARM BLOCK* Lucy: "Eep!" Akutagawa: "Move! I'll kill her!" Lucy: "I-I can protect myself!" atsushi: akutagawa. WHAT THE FUCK MAN?! see, this is why you drive me nuts, you try to hurt the people close to me! Akutagawa: "Like how you're hurting me right now?!" Lucy: -__-;;; *summons Anne* atsushi: .... i know you're probably mad at me for rejecting you, but considering everything you've done to me and the others up to this point... Akutagawa: *crying...as he shoves Lucy and Atsushi into a tree--then runs away* atsushi: oof...ow... s-sorry about all that... a-are you ok? Lucy: .\\\. "..." *starts laughing* atsushi: eh? w-what's so funny? Lucy: "Th-This whole thing was so goofy! Ha ha ha..." *inadvertently hugging him as she giggles* "I-I'm just happy he didn't kill us..." atsushi: *blush*...*small hug* -elsewhere- mafioso: *shooting targets* *SLAM* mafioso: ?? oh, hey akutaga- *SLICE* mafioso 2: !!!!! HOLY SHIT! Akutagawa: *covered in blackness* "..." *multiple tendrils appear* mafioso 2: *sending a call* um, akutagawa's gone nuts, GET THE SEDATIVES!!! Akutagawa: *slashing at targets and random people* "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" higuchi: *ducks* !!! ryunosuke! Akutagawa: *faces her--and growls* higuchi: !!! *bracing for impact* Akutagawa: *crashes at her feet...sobbing* higuchi: ??? ryu...nosuke? Akutagawa: "He's with...another person!" higuchi:....ryu...*pats his back* rashomon: D8> *sad pap* Akutagawa: *fetal position* higuchi:...*looks at gin with a concerned expression* Gin: "...I'll bring him home." *picks him up* -elsewhere- Dazai: owo atsushi: and that's what happened. Dazai: "..." *clasps Atsushi's hands* "Name your firstborn after me." atsushi: d-DAZAI!! >////< Dazai: "Hee hee...I'm kidding! I know you'll name the baby after Lucy." atsushi: =/////= Dazai: "So...You like her?" atsushi:....i-i guess... ./////. Dazai: "Well, with that kind of...ambivalence, you better take it slow." atsushi: r-right. one baby step at a time.. Dazai: "...You two going to need protection from Akutagawa." atsushi: so i guess more combat practice then? Dazai: *nods* "And maybe a bodyguard." -elsewhere- Takehisa: *washing the Matchbox* tamaki: *humming* Akitaru: "Doing good, Tamaki?" tamaki: yeah, so far. Akitaru: "Well, I hope the training helps. The obstacle course should put that Benimaru training to the test." tamaki: *nods* i'll do my best! Akitaru: "All I can ask for!" *pats her back* -elsewhere- Poe: *sorting books* student: burning the midnight oil, i see? Poe: *smiles to himself* "Well, got to keep these tomes organized." student: ah. Poe: "Speaking of which, are you finding all you need here?" student: *nods* Poe: "Well, if you need anything for tests or studies, let us know." -elsewhere- Kuro: *in mascot uniform* "...Is money really that tight?" mahiru: it wouldnt kill us to pitch in. Kuro: "...Fine. But I get an hour for a nap." -elsewhere- Kunikida: *sorting papers* -evening- mama haruno: hello kirako. kirako: hey mom. ^^; Dazai: *off-screen* owo mama haruno: so how have you been? kirako: same as usual. Dazai: *inches closer but still off-screen* mama haruno: that's good to hear. kirako: yeah. mama haruno: still single? kirako: wellll- Dazai: *pops up* "Hello!" mama haruno: ah! who's this now? kirako: this is dazai, he's my- Dazai: "Boyfriend! How you doing, ma'am?" mama haruno: oh it's such a pleasure to meet you! kirako how come you didnt tell me sooner? kirako: -_-; i wanted it to be a surprise, mom. Dazai: *nod nod* "I am so happy with your daughter, Mrs. Haruno!" mama haruno: im so glad to hear that ^^ Dazai: *holds Kirako's hand* kirako: .///. Dazai: "So, when we going to have you over for dinner, ma'am?" kirako: o///o; -later- kirako: t-thanks for tonight. at least that got her off my case for a little while, hopefully. *small smile* Dazai: "Hey, anytime you need a boyfriend, I'm your man." *smiles* kirako: ^^ Dazai: "...Your mom seems like she really cares about you." kirako: *smiles* she's a good person, if a bit proddy, haha. Dazai: "...Having a parent checking in on your life for good reasons must be pretty awesome." kirako:...*pats his back* Dazai: *holds her hand* kirako: did you need to spend the night? Dazai: *nods* -elsewhere- mito: zzzz Chuuya: *wipes sweat from his brow: the apartment is now cleaned up* *looks over at Mito...carefully picks her up* mito: =w= Chuuya: *sets Mito down into a cat bed, before he crawls into his own* -the calender shows that rain's birthday is tomorrow...- Chuuya: "..." *stares up at the ceiling* {rain: *smiling*} {Chuuya: "You look like you're in a good mood."} {rain: ah! m-mr nakahara! y-yo-you startled me!} {Chuuya: "Heh. Sorry. Just...you're smiling."} {rain: well, my birthday is coming up soon.} {Chuuya: "Oh, happy birthday! Have any plans?"} {rain: i might just get some coffee or something. i-it's probably not that big of a deal for the others.} {Chuuya: "??? Maybe they got a surprise party or something..."} {rain: i kind of doubt that...it's be a waste of resources on someone like me...} {Chuuya: "...That's sad. I mean, a birthday should be a good day..."} {rain: yeah...i guess....} {Chuuya: "Well, I should treat you to a drink."} {rain: *blush* r-really? i-i-i mean i-if you're busy, i wouldnt want to intrude-} {Chuuya: "Hey, it's your birthday--I have to do it!" *smiles* "So, any bar you have in mind?"} Chuuya: *trembling, silently weeping* mito: zzzz.. Chuuya: *turns over* ("What do I do tomorrow...?") -elsewhere- Lucy: *brushing her hair* anne: ^^ Lucy: *finishes, setting down her brush* "One weird day..." *stretches* -early morning- Vulcan: *snoring* karin: *streeetch* up an at-em, kiddo. Vulcan: *pulls up sheets--revealing his walrus-decorated socks* "No." karin:.....*getting an ice cube out* Vulcan *snore* karin: didnt want to do this, but.... -she puts it to his neck- Vulcan: O______o *leaps out of bed* "AAAAAH!" karin: morning. Vulcan: "...That was mean." *pouts* -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: *in fox form, muttering in his sleep* "N-No...Let her go..." reimi: mr tsubaki? are you alright? Mr. Tsubaki: "No!" *sits up, awake from his nightmare, panting* "...I-I'm sorry..." reimi: *sad face and pets him* Mr. Tsubaki: TT^TT "Stupid nightmares..." -elsewhere- Kid: *in the shower* stocking: *drying her hair* Kid: *smiles* "Feel more awake?" stocking: yep. Kid: *turns off the water, takes his towel* "And clean?" -elsewhere- Dazai: *yawn* kirako: zzzz.... Dazai: "..." *small hug* -elsewhere- Akutagawa: Q~Q -knocks- gin: ryu? are you doing better? Akutagawa: "...My urge to kill is now an urge to maim." gin: *sweatdrop* Akutagawa: *sniff* *hugs his plushie* gin:...ryu... Akutagawa: "He rejected me..." gin: .... Akutagawa: "All because of...that scrawny doll girl." gin:....*opens the door* Akutagawa: *looks away* gin:....*pats his shoulder* Akutagawa: *gross sob* gin:... Akutagawa: *shudders* "So stupid..." gin: ryu.... Akutagawa: "I-I'm not worth anything for anyone..." gin: dont say that... Akutagawa: "Wh-Who would ever want me?" gin: you have your sister, your friends, you arent alone. Akutagawa: "..." *hug* gin: it's going to be ok... Akutagawa: *crying* -elsewhere- Kyoka: "You. What?" atsushi: .w.;;;;; yeeeeah. Kyoka: *staaaaaaaaaaaaare* "What have you done with the trolope?" atsushi: kyouka! Kyoka: *holding up a switchblade* "Answer." atsushi: we-we just kissed! that's all! we didnt do anything sexual! Kyoka: "Kissing can be sexual--and you better not be doing anything sexual. Not without this." *hands him an unopened box of condoms* atsushi:.... *soul attempting to leave his body* odasaku:....*silent weeping of shock* Kyoka: "Good thing school will have a sexual education seminar next week." -elsewhere- Rin: *looking at a map* izumo: *examining the surroundings* Rin: "So, there used to be a statue over there?" izumo: yeah. madoka: what kind of statue? is it like the fox statues? Rin: "That'd be awesome!" Shima: "Nah, it was more like a bird?" -elsewhere- Arthur: *stretching* -at school- Relan: *passing in his homework* marie: good job, relan. Relan: ^\\\^ "Th-Thanks, ma'am..." Arthur: *hands in his* marie: could use some work, boyle. but still good. Arthur: >_< "O-Okay...Thank you." -elsewhere- Anya: *writing notes* rowena: *writing notes* Stein: "--and weaponizing one's own soul wavelength can release these Soul Force attacks. This is a difficult maneuver..." tsugumi: ... Stein: "It starts by concentrating on one's own soul wavelength...being aware of it...gathering it into one ball inside your body..." *inhales...then lays his hand on his desk and--* *BOOM* mio: O-O;;; rowena: oh! tsugumi: gagantous! rowena:...'gagantous'? Anya: -_-; "We still don't know what she means." Stein: "...Bring in my new desk." -elsewhere- Chuuya: *opens his locker: he has left flowers in there...for later* eijiro: *peeeek* eyyyy ozaki! whats up? Chuuya: o___O *slams his locker shut--right on his thumb* >_____O "...F-Fine..." eijiro: *wince* ouch. Chuuya: Q~Q "..." *starts laughing* eijiro: y-you need the nurse, dude? Chuuya: "Y-Yeah..." *laughs* "I guess I have some bad luck..." TTWTT eijiro: yikes. kohaku: then you and kotatsu will get along great, since she's always getting in lewd scenarios. it's pathetic~! Chuuya: Q___Q "...I only banged my thumb in the locker door. And that's kinda mean to Kotatsu." kohaku: does it look like i care? eijiro: piss off, aanba! *looks at chuuya* just ignore her, she's just rude to everyone for some reason. Chuuya: "Okay...Um, I'll head to the nurse...Ow…fuck..." -elsewhere- FD: "Hmm...That's no good." yana: <whats up?> FD: <I had looked into one location of the book...> yana: <and it wasnt there?> FD: <No. But I did find some other books...> *holds up one with diagrams of devices* yana ... <the fuck is that?> FD: <Something called 'Magic Devices.' Or 'Demon Machines'? The translation is a little hard...> yana: *rolls over in her chair and takes a peek* FD: <Something about 'mind manipulation'?> yana:... hmmm... -elsewhere- Hyde: *rips off a bandage* "Ouch!" licht: -_-; Hyde: "Okay...I can take off the rest." *he is covered in bandages* "THEN I WILL WIN THIS BET!" -elsewhere- Lucy: *organizing her locker* -elsewhere- Kid: *chopping vegetables* stocking: *humming* Kid: *smiles* "I'll sweeten this dish up..." -elsewhere- Chuuya: "...Been a long time. Too long." -no reply- Chuuya: "...Happy birthday, R-Rain..." *holds flowers* "I brought th-these for you..." -silence- Chuuya: "...I never asked enough what your favorites were." -...- Chuuya: "..." *still holding the flowers as he gets on a knee and rests a hand along her gravestone* "...I know you're...not here. Those...those bastards, what they did to you..." -no answer- Chuuya: "...I'm going to make this right, Rain. And they all will pay." -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: *lying back in the baths* =\\\= -elsewhere- Vulcan: "How're the Iron Owls working out?" maki: great! thanks vulcan! Vulcan: "Excellent! Your little, um, fireballs like them?" maki: pusupusu and meramera like them a lot! ^^ Vulcan: "That's good...Had some difficulty getting their measurements to fit into the Owls." maki: aww, i could always change their size too if it didnt. Vulcan: "Without them losing their power?" -elsewhere- Hibana: "Hmm...No, not right..." ryuuko: something wrong, commander? Hibana: *shows a catalog of dresses* "The white one?" -elsewhere- Wes: "Once more, from the top..." liz: *playing notes* Wes: *keeping time, before turning to another performer* -elsewhere- Dazai: *preparing a salad* -something watches through the air vent- FD: -_-;;; "Is he only making dinner?" yana: *yawns and flips to another camera* Kunikida: *flexing in the mirror* yana:... *snerk* Kunikida: *then he looks at his arm* "..." *pulls out a set of tweezers* yana: the fuck is he doin'? Kunikida: *tugs on a small hair on his bicep* yana: *flips to another camera* kirako: ^^ *playing with mii* hehe~ mii: ^w^ FD: "Huh. A cat person." yana: i'll keep the cameras out of reach for this room. FD: "Good plan...So, she likes cats and the boy in the bandages." yana: you mean suicidal trench-coat dude? didnt you meet him once long ago? FD: *nods* "I will say, watching his life unfold has given me new insights." -elsewhere- Meme: *smiles* mio: *asleep next to her* Meme: *hug* -elsewhere- Benimaru: *sips tea* -elsewhere- Bakugo: *mutter grumble growl* eijiro: whats up? Bakugo: "...Mom's dog pissed on me." eijiro: yikes. Bakugo: "GRRRR!!! Too adorable fluffy creature!" *shakes his fist impotently* -elsewhere- Iida: *doing leg exercises* tensei: prepping for the sports festival? Iida: "Indeed. I've been waiting so long for this." tensei: you'll do great. *smiles* Iida: "..." *bows* "THANK YOU!" -elsewhere- Victor: *setting rocks out along his table* -elsewhere- Kunikida: "..." *tapping a finger along his book* "...Damn it." -silence- Kunikida: *leans back in char* ("How long has it been?") {sasaki:....*uneasy*} {Kunikida: "...We are doing all we can."} {sasaki:...t-thank you. sorry...this whole thing still has me shook up....im too afraid to go back to my own apartment...} {Kunikida: "...It is likely not a good idea to go back."} {sasaki:....would you mind if i stayed with you at your place for the time being? a-at least until this all blows over?} {Kunikida: "...That would be acceptable. Will the couch be acceptable?"} {sasaki: i suppose...i'll try not to impose too much.} {Kunikida: *nods* "There's the bathroom. There's the kitchen. Do you have any food allergies?"} -some wind rustles outside the window- Kunikida: "???" *looks* -just some wind...seems it's getting dark outside- Kunikida: "...It's late." -no one else answers- Kunikida: *sighs...* *opens his book, pulls out...* {sasaki: it's nice...being able to share an apartment with someone...} {Kunikida: "Hm. You frequently lived alone?"} {sasaki: i did live with my fiancé before he died....*sad smile* you sort of remind me of him...} {Kunikida: "Oh? How so?"} {sasaki: you both have a strong sense of ideals...and you kind of look like him a bit. *smiles*} {Kunikida: -\\\- "Hm. I do hold to my ideals...} {sasaki: ^^ it's an admirable trait, for sure.} {Kunikida: "Thank you. Few appreciate it."} {sasaki:...*holds his hand* i miss him...} {Kunikida: "..." *pats her hand* "I understand."} {sasaki:....*hug*} {Kunikida: "!!! ..." *pat pat*} {sasaki:...could i...sleep in your bed tonight?} {Kunikida: "...What?"} {sasaki: !! .///. s-sorry, i just...sort of spoke without thinking...} {Kunikida: "...Would it put your mind at ease?"} {sasaki:...i suppose. 7///7} {Kunikida: "...Very well."} {sasaki:...*smiles* thank you, doppo} Kunikida: *sits there, silently weeping* -elsewhere- ???: im surprised you even visited her grave today, mori. Mori: "It seemed appropriate to." ???: and here i thought you didnt even like her, given how you treated her. Mori: "...Do you know what she was like when I first met her?" ???: i cant say, i wasnt there. Mori: "Self-loathing. Insulated." ???:.... Mori: "Because of who she was--what she was--she saw so little of herself and could not move forward." ???: so then why did you- Mori: "So she could direct that loathing to someone else: me." ???: but why you? Mori: *smiles* "Because perhaps I am self-loathing, too." ???: ??? i wouldnt have been able to tell. Mori: "I know how to hide it...I learned from the best." ???: ....do you regret it? what all you did to her? if higuchi's accusations are true, then you're the reason she- Mori: "I do not focus on the past. Just the future." ???:.... i see. Mori: *lays down a black rose at the grave* ???:...... are you going to visit _her_ grave as well?? Mori: "...Yes." ???: very well. i'll just wait outside the gates for you then. Mori: *approaches her grave* "...Hello." -no answer- Mori: "...God, I miss you." -silence- Mori: "You were certainly different from other people who work for me." -...- Mori: "...I suppose I felt something for you that I did not for many other people." -....- Mori: "Devotion. Companionship...It was nice." -nothing- Mori: "..." *pats her tombstone* "I...I..." elise: ...you know she isnt buried here. why are you pretending she is? *she looks confused* Mori: "Dramatic effect." elise: -3-; riiiight. Mori: *pats the tombstone* "...I think I'm ready to return." -elsewhere- yana: *checking cameras, turning up music to drown out the sounds from the other room* *Camera shows Kyoka holding a jar...* *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK on the room next door to yana’s* yana: -_-; (thinking: i seriously dont wanna go in there...) zoey: *moan* FD: *lightly prodding the tip of his boot against her entrance* "You like that, yes?" zoey: y-yes! FD: "Who's a naughty girl?" zoey: i-i am, master! FD: "Indeed you are...Should I go deeper?" zoey: p-please! FD: *presses* zoey: *moan* FD: "Your voice is melodic..." *he leans down--and puts his hand along her throat* zoey: *blush* FD: *presses a bit more on her throat* "Sing for me..." zoey: ahh~<3 FD: "Good...What do you want?" zoey: i-i want you, master! d-do with me as you please~ FD: *smirks, as he turns her over and pats her behind* -elsewhere- mito: zzzz =w= Chuuya: "..." *strokes Mito* mito: *nuzzles into his hand* Chuuya: *small smile* "Sure are affectionate..." mito: *purrs* Chuuya: "Hee hee...I'll have to get you a treat." mito: ^o^ Chuuya: "Maybe something with a lot of flavor." -elsewhere- Relan: "...Do I need a weapon?" maki: when all else fails, a crowbar works. Relan: "...'Kay." *takes up a crowbar* "So, I just--" *swings--and falls* maki: woah, easy there! shinra: *nice catch* Relan: @~@ "...I'm not cut out for the field like this..." shinra:... *pats his back* yu: it's ok, mr relan. if you dont feel comfortable going underground, you can help me and mr licht look after the base. Relan: "N-No...I-I want to go..." Victor: D: "I'm not going?!" -elsewhere- Poe: "...I think I'm going to be sick." karl: O^O~? *Someone has pulled down his books, leaving them disorganized* Poe: "...Karl, did you see who did this?" *looks serious* karl: *points to a random student* kirika: you lil shit. Poe: "And why, young lady..." *seeming to grow taller, darker, more fearsome* "...did you do that to my books?" kirika: 'cuz i have a problem with authority. Poe: "...I can fix that..." *opens a book* rowena: still working, brother? Poe: owo;;; "...Yes? Just disciplining a misbehaving student by shoving her into a book of unimaginable torment where her nightmares will gain physical form and destroy her mind, body, and soul--" kirika: yeesh. rowena:...*sweatdrop* *tiny chop* dont be so petty. -3-; Poe: Q~Q "B-But she messed up the books!" rowena: *chop to kirika's head* kirika: *grumbles* -elsewhere- Patty: "MARGARITAS!!!" stocking: HELL YEAH! liz: ^^; Patty: *sets out the glasses--and a large crazy straw* -elsewhere- Black Star: "What're we doing tonight, gentlemen? And Soul." soul: motherfuckin battle of the ages. aka. mario party 2 drinking game. sayaka: *has out the orange juice* lets do this shit. kilik: ^^; Black Star: "...So, non-alcoholic?" -elsewhere- Konro: *passes out the plates* fang-hua: thanks for the meal. Tsukiyo: *excited* owo "Smells so good!" Konro: "You're very welcome." *sits down* -elsewhere- Dazai: *takes out a jump rope* -phone rings- Dazai: "???" *answers* "Yo." atsushi: you arent trying another suicide attempt are you? Dazai: OWO;;; "...No? I was just...baking a...water." atsushi:....'baking a water'? Dazai: "Getting a glass of cake!" atsushi:....dazai... Dazai: OWO;;; "...I was going to jump rope." atsushi: were you really?...*he seems concerned* Dazai: OWO;;;;;;;; *along the carpet are nails* "Over a floor of rusty nails..." atsushi: dazai! that just sounds painful!.....are you having one of your depressive moods? Dazai: "My feelings breed creative ways of suicide that I can add to the list of what does and does not work!" atsushi:....do you want to talk about it? it might help... Dazai: "...I'm lonely." atsushi:...did you want someone to come over? Dazai: "..." *nod nod* "Yes." atsushi: ok. -ultimately, atsushi, kirako, and kyouka went over- kirako: *letting him rest his head on her lap* Dazai: Q___Q Kyoka: "...So many nails." atsushi: *helping to pick them up* (thinking: he probably would have gotten tittinus from this...) odasaku:...*smiles* good job, kiddo. Dazai: "I just want to die..." kirako:.....*stroking his head* it's ok...you're going to be ok... Dazai: "H-How..." atsushi: you got us, right? *smiles and sits next to them* Dazai: *whimper* "Y-Yeah?" atsushi: we'll help you one step at a time. *smiles* Dazai: *grabs Atsushi's hand* atsushi: !!...*small smile* Dazai: "Thank you, friend..." *weak smile* atsushi: not a problem buddy-erm, dazai. kirako: ?? Dazai: owo; -elsewhere- Patty: *passed out* liz: *carrying her to bed* Patty: *small groan* "Salty drinks..." -elsewhere- Patty: *small groan* "Salty drinks..." -elsewhere- mii: =w= *snoozing* kirako: ^^ *pet pet* Dazai: "..." *pet* mii: ^w^ Dazai: *smile* "Really affectionate." kirako: do you want anything to eat, dazai? Dazai: "N-Noodles?" kirako: alright then. mii:... *spots something, and walks over to a vent, batting at it with a paw* D8< Dazai: "??? You got mice in here?" kirako: i sure hope not. Dazai: *looks at the vent* yana: o-o;;; *cough* -a small glint can be seen- Dazai: "??? What was that?" kirako: what's what? yana: shit. shit shit shit shit shit. Dazai: "Something in here?" -the mouse is veering back- Dazai: "I think I see some mouse's eyes?" kirako: D8 ew! i should call the exterminator. yana: *SWEATS* o-o;;; Dazai: "Better do that. Just hope Mii is a good mouse catcher." mii: *glaaaaares at the mouse* yana: *flips the cat off* fuck you tom. fuck you. Dazai: "..." *tries to pull off vent cover* -the mouse vanishes deeper into the vents- Dazai: "Darn...Got away." yana: *sigh of relief* i should avoid at apartment for a while...hmmm... let's see what the neighboors are up to... -elsewhere- Junichiro: *locking himself in his room* O_O takuto: zzzzz yumikage: O-O;;;; tsurugi: OuO;;; mitsuba: GET OUT HERE COWARDS!!!! shinoa: oh dear. -elsewhere- Black Star: *banging on the door* "Stop hogging it! I need to go!" -elsewhere- higuchi:....gin? is everything ok? you look uneasy... Gin: *shaking* "Wh-What the hell..." higuchi: gin?! *grabs her shoulder* what is it? Gin: "H-Head..." higuchi: ??? Gin: "He kept her head..." higuchi: ??? w-who's head? Gin: "H-H-His previous...I don't know!" higuchi: breathe gin, breathe! Gin: *clutches Higuchi* "His old secretary...Her head...He kept her head..." higuchi:....*her heart drops into her stomach in horrified shock* no...t-then...the blood.... Gin: "Wh-What? What blood?" higuchi: the blood in her diary... *she gets it out*....mori...wrote something in her blood...it still makes me nauseous reading it.... Gin: "...Higuchi...What is that?" higuchi: some time ago, someone gave me shizuka's diary. i think it might have been naoya... Gin: "...So, he beheads her...while she was, what, writing?" higuchi: i think she wrote her last entry before she-.... *examines the bloody text* Gin: "...What does it say?" higuchi: ...i dont...want to say it... *she hands the diary to gin* god damn... Gin: *glances...* "...He gets pleasure from this...this madness." higuchi: he...he's insane.... Gin: "...Why have you been looking into this? Why now?" higuchi:....rain.....when she died.....she was pregnant with his child. Gin: "...God." higuchi:....*grips fist* i wont forgive him for what he's done to her... Gin: "...What now?" higuchi: ......i just dont know..... Gin: *shivers* "...We need help. He can't stay in control here..." -elsewhere- Kid: *flips a pancake* stocking: *humming* Kid: *smiles* "You didn't over-do it on the alcohol, did you?" stocking: not tooooo much~<3 Kid: "Hee hee..." *small kiss on her cheek* "I wouldn't know too much about that..." -elsewhere- elise: zzzz Mori: "..." *sips a drink* ???: she almost looks peaceful... Mori: *puts a finger over his lips* "Shh...Let her rest." ???: very well. Mori: "I thought so...I will retire now." ???: understood. i'll call it a night as well. -she walks over to the wall, and puts herself back onto her charger- miura: good night, sir. Mori: "Good night..." *walks to the closet* -yep, shizuka's head is still there- Mori: *small smile* "Hello." shizuka: ... *she cant reply, she's a head* Mori: "I would like to tell you about my day..." -silence- Mori: "I visited your grave. Quite nice." -...- Mori: "The words on your tombstone...They were emotional...The font was...was..." -....- Mori: *wipes his eyes* "I think...there will be a child that I wish you were mother to..." -....- Mori: "You remain in my thoughts. I will let you rest now. Good night." -elsewhere- FD: *lying, naked, in bed, staring at the ceiling* zoey: *lying next to him, naked and panting, love juices still dripping out of her* FD: "D-Damn...You came. Hard." zoey: ah...<3 -elsewhere- Vulcan: "Good test run, everyone. Hope the tools work for you." -early morning- Meme: *yawns, turns over* mio: *nuzzle* zzzz.... Meme: .\\\. "..." *small hug* mio: =///w///= Meme: *closes her eyes, holds Mio a bit more closely* -elsewhere- rowena: *brushing her hair* lenore: zzzz.... Poe: *fast asleep* rowena:... *puts blanket over him* Poe: =w= karl: ^^ rowena:... *pet pet* karl: =w= lenore: *in human form, stretching* you sure take care of him, huh? rowena: *nods* he....has a lot of darkness that surrounds him. i just want to see him be ok. Poe: "Mmm..." lenore:...i see... Poe: *yawn* "Huh? Wha--?" rowena: oh. good morning, brother. ^^ Poe: "Morning..." *stretches, gets out of bed* "Sleep okay?" -elsewhere Sakuya: "Wake up..." naho: *yawn* Sakuya: *smiles* "Sleep okay?" -elsewhere- Hibana: *sneezes* -elsewhere- Kuro: *playing 3DS* -elsewhere- tsugumi: *taking notes in class* Anya: *searching for her pen* yana: *glancing around* Meme: *asleep* -elsewhere at school- atsushi: *taking notes* Kyoka: *looking around them* atsushi:... *glances at lucy...small smile* Lucy: *looks up--blushes deep, looks back down to her notes* .\\\\\\\. Kyoka: "..." *sharpening her pencil* rowena:... *noticing akutagawa* o-o; Akutagawa: *gaunt, pale, somehow has a small rain cloud over his head* Q~Q rowena: *sweatdrop* um... mr araragi? Akutagawa: *growls at her* rowena: OwO;;; Sid: *chops Akutagawa's head* "No." Akutagawa: TT~TT rowena: ^^; Kyoka: *whispers to Atsushi* "I got my pencil ready..." *it's dangerously sharp* atsushi: kyouka no. Kyoka: "He is a threat to neutralize before he hurts you." atsushi: *sweatdrop* Kyoka: "...Oh, and before he hurts the trollop." Lucy: D:< -elsewhere- Patty: -~- "My head..." julie: *pap pap* Patty: "Thank you, sweetie..." *yawns* julie: ^^ roxanne: rough night? Patty: "Margaritas are eeeeeeeevil..." roxanne: ^^; Patty: "May I have some medicine?" -elsewhere- Vulcan: "Don't get distracted! Or you'll fall into the trap!" shinra: *focused and running* Vulcan: "..." *smirks, as he pulls a lever* -rockets with shark like features are shot at them- tamaki: O-O;;; Relan: "WHAT THE ACTUAL FRICK?!" Maki: "Ah, they have little cute shark faces on them!" iris: ._.; Vulcan: "Run faster! They pack quite a bite!" Relan: *running* "Faster faster fast--" -amazingly, nobody died from that- -elsewhere- Tool: *repairing a guitar* io: *watching* Tool: "Then, Io, I'll have to replace the strings, sand down the back to get rid of some water damage...Amazing what you find in landfills." io: *shiny eyes* saki: ^^ Tool: "Wait 'til you hear it! Sure to be melodic..." *thumbs along one string--which snaps in two* o_o; io: uh-oh. Tool: "I-I can fix this..." -elsewhere- Kid: *reviewing a mission form* "..." maid: hard at work, sir? Kid: "Trying to be...Just curious about this destination." maid: oh? Kid: "Father suggested meeting Fire Brigades..." maid: like the 1st? Kid: *nods* maid: i see. Kid: "There are...certain investigations worth considering." maid: hmm... Kid: "The 1st has been involved in some surprising developments, whether members accused of crimes or worse..." maid: yikes. Kid: "Will you make sure our home is protected while I am out?" maid: of course sir. Kid: "Then I will depart..." maid: best of luck, sir! Kid: *nods, exits* stocking: do your best honey~ *kiss* Kid: =\\\\= "I try, my sweet. I will return..." *kisses her hand* stocking: hehe~ ^///^ Kid: ^\\\^ "Good luck today..." -elsewhere- Benimaru: "...Someone left trash on our front step." fang-hua: ??... ._.; um....is that a person? Benimaru: "Yes. They look worse for wear." hinata: *poke* is he dead? ???: "Not..." hikage: EEK! ???: "..." *stomach growls* fang-hua: sir? are you ok? Johannes: -~- *groan* fang-hua: sir? Johannes: "I'd like warm milk, please..." fang-hua: r-right... kabuki, get him inside. kabuki: *already on it* Tsukiyo: "Weird looking guy...What's your name?" Johannes: "Jo...Zzz..." hinata: jojo? hikage: what a bizarre adventure. Johannes: "Faust...Zzz..." -elsewhere- Lucy: "...Any plans after school?" atsushi: maybe check the arcade out? what do you think, kyouka? Kyoka: "I think I will defeat this interloper at all games of combat." Lucy: ^^# atsushi: ^^; odasaku: baby steps kiddo. baby steps. Lucy: "..." *takes his hand* atsushi: o///o Lucy: "...What?" -\\\- "I-I can do this..." atsushi: .//////. Kyoka: "...You hurt his hand, I'll smash your face." Lucy: "?!! Hey!" atsushi: ^^;; -a few meters behind- Akutagawa: *clawing the corner of a building* naoya: ._.; akuta, dude, chill. Akutagawa: *thunderous growl* naoya: OwO;; Akutagawa: "I will end them all..." naoya: woah, you are verging dangerously into yandere territory there. Akutagawa: "I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!!" naoya: ...go ask kajii. Akutagawa: "...You ask Kajii, while I end them..." naoya: *sweatdrop* Akutagawa: *follows* Lucy: "Bet I can win you a prize." -elsewhere- Chuuya: *sets out a box of wine* Mori: owo; "...I thought you would bring the good stuff?" Chuuya: "Not a time for celebration." *pours out a glass* kouyou: ?? miura: ....*small glare at chuuya* Mori: "Well, I _did_ call this meeting, so...Um...Updates?" kouyou: from what we've gathered, the girl from special department was most likely a victim of the rats. Mori: "And any hint where the murder was committed? Location?" kouyou: from the information from the autopsy, she was likely killed in the old subway tunnels. Mori: "So, hiding in dark, dank places." Chuuya: "Sounds familiar." Mori: "???" kouyou: chuuya? Chuuya: "...I meant the last time something like this happened, it was in a tunnel." ("And Mori would know about hiding in the dark...") Mori: ^^; "I'm sure you did..." ("...Is he...?") miura: ?? Mori: "I want analysis for a clue as to which tunnel she died in..." miura: right. Mori: "Any other pressing business?" Chuuya: "..." *sips more wine* -elsewhere- Kid: "Hello. I am here as a representative of the DWMA." dia:...*nod* the commander's office is this way... Kid: "Thank you...I am Death the Kid." dia: *nod* company commander dia volkov. Kid: "Where is your role in the chain of command?" -elsewhere- Izuku: *in his school uniform* "I-I think my muscles got bigger." ^\\\^ eijiro: nice! Iida: "Yes! The exercise program here will have you prepared for the upcoming competition!" Bakugo: "...Like your hand motions are building up your arm muscles, spaz." momo: *chop* behave. ochako: im totes pumped! how about you, todoroki? Todoroki: "...I just want this over with." ochako: hmm... Izuku: "??? Um...M-Maybe we just need a bit of a break? I could get some sports drinks..." tsuyu: seems like a good idea. Izuku: "I'll go get them!" Bakugo: "And pick good flavors!" yuuji: *getting some big city cola* hitoshi: .... yuuji: *notices izuku* oh hey....you're....midorino, was it? Izuku: "??? Oh...Um, hello. And it's, um, Midoriya..." yuuji: ah. one of mr aizawa's students, then? Izuku: *nod nod* "Y-Yes? You know him well?" yuuji: yeah, he's kind of been my life coach of sorts since starting here...one of the few people who actually bothers with talking to me... Izuku: "Wow...I mean, that's great! It's surprising he is so attentive, but then again he is really focused on his students' development. Furthermore--" yuuji: *sweatdrop* y-yeah... 7_7; Izuku: "...I'm rambling, aren't I?" yuuji: do you want an honest answer or a nice answer? Izuku: ^^;; "I'll just take that as a yes. Heh." yuuji:...*small smile* seems he's got an interesting bunch to work with, eh? Izuku: "We're definitely eclectic....Lot of abilities, personalities..." yuuji: *nod* must be nice...having friends. Izuku: "??? You...aren't friends with teachers here?" yuuji: other than aizawa, no one else really talks to me....probably has something to do with me being...you know, an ex-villain? Izuku: "..." *nods* "D-Didn't want to bring that up..." *hides his notebook behinds his back* "...Do teachers have social gatherings?" yuuji: i guess they do? hitoshi: *already walking away with his soda* Izuku: *feels shiver up his spine, looks around* "???" yuuji: oh, seems that other guy from the general department left already... Izuku: " 'General department'?" yuuji: for those that arent in the hero department. mainly just learning how to control their quirks and what not. there's also the support department too. Izuku: "Ah...It's all helpful." yuuji: i guess. -elsewhere- Lucy: "Here's your order." liz: thanks. Lucy: "You're welcome. If you need anyt--" Patty: *already gobbling fries* Lucy: o___o; liz: ^^; Patty: "Seconds, please!" *holds up empty plate* Lucy: "..." *smiles* "Coming right up!" -elsewhere- miura: any updates, kajii? Kajii: *has a black eye* "I wish..." miura: im still somewhat bitter that those rats got the jump on me back then. and that brat elise ripped my head off. im just lucky my CPU wasnt affected. Kajii: "So am I..." *head pat* miura: -_-;; hopefully keek will have results on that machine sometime this week. Kajii: *pouts* "I could figure it out..." miura: and risk me getting taken over again and attacking people? best not to risk it. Kajii: "Hmph..." *goes back to fiddling with device* -elsewhere- Karim: "..." foien: *listening in* Kid: "--regarding some affiliations your Brigade has had with...undesirables." Burns: "..." dia: ... Kid: "Tell me a bit about Rekka Hoshimiya." -elsewhere- Mephisto: "Yummy~" felisia: ^^ *rubs her stomach* hard to believe im having a second child... Mephisto: *offers a fork-full of cake* "And I'm delighted~" felisia: ^^ ...i'll be honest, im nervous. after what happened with stocking....will i even be a good mother? Mephisto: "..." *forehead kiss* "You already are." felisia:....*blushing with tear filled eyes* Mephisto: "..." *hug* "Stocking loves you, and you are good to her. And you will be good to our future child." felisia: t-thank you, mephisto. that...means a lot. Mephisto: *smiles* "I love you...and I will be with you." felisia: *hugs and crying tears of happiness* Mephisto: "Hee hee..." *pats her back* -elsewhere- Johannes: *slurping noodles* "So gooooooood!" Benimaru: -_____- reimi: ^^; Johannens: *holds up bowl* "Seconds, please!" -elsewhere- Jeje: "...The universe feels at peace." metsu: ^^; Jeje: *lies back, sighs* "So quiet..." metsu: *leaning against him* u///u Jeje: *puts an arm around her, lets her rest her head against his chest* metsu: =///= Jeje: *soft sigh, holding her close* metsu: .... zzzz Jeje: *pulls up sheet over them, closes his eyes* =\\\= *small snake-like sound as he sleeps* -elsewhere- mito: *asleep, purring* Chuuya: *staring up at the ceiling, blank expression, but tears falling* mito: zzzz Chuuya: "..." *small pet* mito: =w= Chuuya: "...I miss her. So much." mito: zzz.... Chuuya: "Why didn't I...How could I not know..." -silence- Chuuya: "I loved her..." -...- Chuuya: "...and I will avenge her." rain?: *sniffle* i-it hurts... Chuuya: "???" *looks around* -no one there- mito: *yaaawn* zzzzz Chuuya: "...What is wrong with me?" -...- {Q: zzzz....} {Chuuya: "...At least he's resting."} {Q:.....*yaaaawn* mama?} {Chuuya: "...Hey, Q..."} {Q: mmmn? *yaaawn* hey chuuya....*rubbing his eyes* i had a scary dream....but then you and big bro dazai saved me, and rainy kissed you. dreams are weird, huh?} {Chuuya: o\\\o "Y-Yeah...Weird."} {Q: *yaaawn* im still tired and im sore everywhere....wait, why am i in a car?} {Chuuya: "J-Just...going for a ride."} {Q: oh....ok....zzzz...} {Chuuya: *sigh of relief*} {-the car is now approaching its destination to drop Q off-} {Chuuya: "..." *picks up Q carefully*} {Q: zzzzz.....} {Chuuya: "..." *carries Q up to his room...*} {Q: mama....zzzzz} {Chuuya: "..." ("Poor kid...")} {mafioso: is errand girl parking the car then?} {Chuuya: "...Rain, and no, she went home."} {mafioso: did anything happen while you two were out?} {Chuuya: "Nothing we couldn't handle..."} {mafioso 2: did she have one of her sexy slip ups?} {*CRASH*} {Chuuya: *holding #2 against the wall by their throat*} {mafioso: woah! chuuya what the hell's gotten into you?!} {Chuuya: "If I hear you talk about Rain like that again, you'll be in the hospital, for two weeks, without pay."} {mafioso: what the heck man, what are you, in love with her or something?} {Chuuya: *tightens grip on his throat* "Shut up..."} {mafioso 2: grk-} {mafioso: chuuya! dude! chill!} {Chuuya: "..." *drops him* "Stay out of my way."} {mafioso: ....man, what got into him all the sudden?...} {Chuuya: *carries Q to his room...*} {Q: zzzz...} {Chuuya: *sets Q down in his bed* "..."} {Q: *clutching his doll* =w=} {Chuuya: *sits by his bed, watching* "..."} {Q: zzzz... mama....} {Chuuya: *tucks him in*} {Q: =w=} {Chuuya: *passes hand along Q's forehead to brush away his hair*} {Q: zzzz...} {Chuuya: *exits*} {-on the drive home-} {Chuuya: "...Maybe coffee to start?"} {-'please....dont scare me like that anymore...'-} {Chuuya: "...I won't. I promise."} {-upon arriving home-} {Chuuya: *looks around* ("Kind of empty here...")} {-silence-} {Chuuya: "Maybe...she and I could..."} {-...-} {Chuuya: "I'll ask her, tomorrow."} Chuuya: *sobbing* mito: ?? Chuuya: "R-Rain..." mito:...*crawls up to his head on the pillow, softly licking away the tears* Chuuya: *hugs Mito* mito: ^w^ Chuuya: *ugly sobs* mito: *nuzzle* Chuuya: *keeps crying, shaking* mito: *purrs* Chuuya: *cries until exhausted...* mito: *still purring and laying on his chest* Chuuya: *sob...breathes in...* "Zzz..." -morning- Johannes: *snoring* fang-hua: seems his friend called saying they'll pick him up. Benimaru: "About. Time." kirei: ^^; *A snake slithers through the room* hikage: WAAAH!! hinata: EEK! kirei: !! reimi: O-O;;; Mikuni: "Howdy howdy!" fang-hua: *sweatdrop* can we...help you? Mikuni: "We're here to pick up a loser." Benimaru: "..." *points at Johannes* reimi:.... *looks at jeje.....her blood runs cold* Jeje: "...Oh." reimi:...... fang-hua: sir? your friends are here to pick you up. Johannes: "Great!" *stands up, shakes Benimaru and Kirei's hands--hard* "It was a pleasure staying here, Kirami and Bunbunmaru!" Tsukiyo: o____o ("IS NO ONE GOING TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE FUCKING SNAKE TALKED?!!!") kirei: ^^; Benimaru: -____- "Get out, or I'll burn you and bury the ashes." Johannes: owo;;; *steps back slowly and hides behind Mikuni* Jeje: *stares at Reimi* "..." reimi: i'll just....return to the shrine *walking away* Tsukiyo: "???" Jeje: *slithers after Mikuni* Mikuni: "Thanks, y'all! And don't be a stranger at my fine shopping establishment!" Johannes: "Send me skin samples! I love comparing humans and vampires' DNA!" Tsukiyo: o____________o Benimaru: -_-;;; "I don't know how I will do it, but somehow I will blame the 8th for this." fang-hua:..... kabuki:...that was.....interesting. Benimaru: *looks around* "...Perhaps you should speak with Reimi, Kirei." kirei: perhaps... -elsewhere- Arthur: *staring at microwave* "...Finish already." shinra: *getting his school supplies ready for the day* Relan: *tying his shoes* iris: need help? Relan: ^^; "I-I'm fine...Done this enough..." -elsewhere- Kid: *crosses "1" off his list* stocking: busy day today? Kid: *nods* "Now I visit the 2nd Br--" Patty: "TAKE ME WITH YOU!" liz: *sweatdrop* Patty: "Takeru! Takeru! Take--" Kid: -___- "Fine. You may come along." Patty: "YAY!" -elsewhere- Lucy: *groans* anne: o.o~? Lucy: "This work all takes too long...I want a break." anne: *pap pap* -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *growls* hirotsu: still bitter? naoya: yeeeeeep. Akutagawa: "Kill..." naoya: owo; Akutagawa: "I will not be denied..." hirotsu: *backing away slowly* Akutagawa: "...Hmph." *sulks into the shadows* naoya:....damn. hirotsu: ...*takes a long drag on his cig* to say he isnt good with rejection...would be an understatement. *The shadows seem to be shivering* naoya:.....*looks at gin* ... Gin: "...Very well. I can speak with him..." naoya:...*pats her back and nods* Gin: "...Ryu?" Akutagawa: *growls from the shadows* higuchi:...ryunosuke? come on, talk to us. Akutagawa: "I don't wanna..." higuchi:.... Gin: "...Get out here, or I will not make you any dinner." Akutagawa: "..." Q~Q *steps out* higuchi:.....*awkward pap* Akutagawa: TT~TT "I want to kill him...and her..." naoya:.... Akutagawa: *his stomach growls* TTT~TTT -elsewhere- Patty: *glomp* takeru: >//////< hito: *sweatdrop* Kid: -_-; "I'll let you two..whatever, while I meet with the Commander. Please direct me to their office." -elsewhere- lana: *walking home* *siiigh* what a day... -she's coming up past poe's house, seems the window is open...huh...- ???: *singing* "How did I live? I taste every wasted minute..." lana: ?? *looking around* *The music comes from inside* ???: "...From the things that might have healed me...How long have I been sleeping?" lana: *peaks into the window* *Poe is inside, singing to himself as he shelves books* lana: ..... *a small blush creeps along her face* Poe: *not noticing* "How did I live? Was I kind enough and good enough? Did I love enough? Did I ever look up and see the moon and the stars and the sky?" lana: ....*ducks under the window, listening* .... ./////. Poe: " All of my life I spent searching the words of poets and saints and prophets and kings..." *approaches the window to set a book on the windowsill* lana: *hiding* O-O;; Poe: "Life and love, I don't deserve..." *sweeps dust off the sill outside* lana: ...... (thinking: edgar...) Poe: *hums the last part...* lana: ..... *as soon as the coast is clear, she continues on her way, a small blush still on her face* Poe: *looks around* "??? That's odd..." karl: ?? Poe: "I thought I...I thought someone was nearby." -later- lana: i'm home! Mr. Shephard: "Welcome back! How was today?" lana: busy. but i managed to get by. *smiles* Mr Shephard: "That's good. I'm almost done with dinner." lana: ah. -later- Mr Shephard: "...Honey? You don't like the meal?" lana: it's good, dad. thanks. ^^ Mr Shephard: "Something on your mind?" lana: eh? just...thinking about stuff... -that night, after her father went to sleep- lana:.....*staring up at the ceiling* .... (thinking: still cant stop thinking about it... cant believe i didnt notice how smooth his voice is...) o///o >///< (thinking: what am i thinking?! i mean, yes, he has a nice voice, and he always is looking out for me...sending me letters....and a gentle personality deep down….} ….. o/////////////////////o oh. oh my god. *pulls the blanket over her* oh my god im in love with him. *Text message alert* lana: !!! *scrambles to get her phone and checks it* Poe: [THIS DEVICE KEEPS MAKING NOISES!] lana: ^^; [that's to let you know when you have a call or a message] Poe: [...Oh. How do I stop the noises? I asked Karl to fetch me the mallet.] lana:...*small smile* [not sure. but on a different topic, how has your evening been?] Poe: [Quite alright. Made dinner, Rowena brought dessert.] lana: [ah. i had dinner with my dad too. ^^] Poe: [He cooks?] lana: [sometimes, yeah.] Poe: [Is he good?] lana: [as good as any i guess, haha] *laying down, hugging her pillow close to her* Poe: [Maybe he could teach me a lesson...] *knees pulled up as he sits in bed, petting Karl* lana: [maybe.] ... [you probably have an early start tomorrow, huh?] Poe: [Libraries always have early days, yes. And you?] lana: [same here. i'll call it a night here. get some rest, edgar. ^^] *almost types 'i love you', but decides to send it as is*.... .///. Poe: [Sweet dreams] *send* "..." .\\\. "Too schmaltzy?" karl: =w= zzzzz Poe: "..." *pets Karl before putting on his nightcap and lying down in bed* lana:....*laying down and closing her eyes, imagining him gently singing into her ear*.... u///u {Poe: "Stars shining bright above you...Night breezes seem to whisper 'I love you'..."} lana: =//////= .....zzzz {Poe: "Dream...a little dream of me..."} -elsewhere- Patty: >\\\\\< liz: how was the visit? Patty: "HE'S SO TALL AND CUTE AND I WANT TO BRING HIM HOME TO MEET LORD DEATH!" Kid: -____-;;; "I barely recognized anyone in that Brigade." stocking: *pats his back* Patty: "I brought back souvenirs, though!" *holds up a firefighter's helmet--and a pair of boxers* liz:... -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: "...You recognized the snake?" reimi: .....just a hunch Mr. Tsubaki: "...Not like others don't know I'm here...Did you get a sense of dread facing Jeje?" reimi:....yeah. a bit. Mr. Tsubaki: "...Then we'll be on our guard." *pats her shoulder* reimi:....right. -elsewhere- FD: *reviewing dossiers* yana: *playing some games on her phone* cant wait to get this plan going already... FD: "Don't we all. But reviewing these materials takes time." yana: feels like it's been months. FD: "Well, you have been gathering research for us..." yana: *nod* i figured out a few...interesting things... but seems im not the only one doing some digging.... *she has two addresses written down* FD: *frowns* "What are those addresses?" yana: some pests who have been giving us trouble and are trying to find us....should we deal with them? FD: "Please. But find what valuables they have..." yana: *grins* alright. with any luck, they could make useful recruits. FD: *small chuckle* yana: so who's gonna be our first visit? FD: "Hmm...Who is 'Keek'?" yana: not sure. but we'll find out soon enough. *grin* -elsewhere- yuuji: *kicking rocks on his way to his dorm room* Izuku: "Hey there!" yuuji: oh hey...midoriya, was it? Izuku: *nods* "Heading back to the dorms?" yuuji: yeah, i kind of live there. dont really have anywhere else to go. you? Izuku: "I live with my family right now..." yuuji:.....must be nice. Izuku: owo;;; "...Want to have dinner?" yuuji: me? you sure about that kid? i mean...given my rep- Izuku: "I-I-I insist! My mom is a great cook!" yuuji:...well...ok then. you seem persistent. Izuku: *nod nod* "It-It's just this way, not too far..." -elsewhere- Hibana: "Now, what have we learned~?" mikami: o-o; poor rino... Rino: *wearing a 'Hibana is always right' shirt* >\\\\< "THIS IS HUMILIATING!" Hibana: "Smile." *holds up her phone* Rino: "..." *gives Hibana the finger* gabriella: *glares at rino* Rino: o____o;;; *stops, puts on a fake smile* Hibana: *smiles at Gabriella as she snaps the picture* "That's better..." -elsewhere- chie: *washing toru* toru: ^o^ Yohei: *filming* "He takes to water like a duck..." chie: ^^ toru: *splash* XD chie: ah! haha! Yohei: "Careful, kiddo--you'll get more water on the floor than in the bath." chie: ^^ Yohei: *holds up baby towel--blue with a whale on it* toru: waio! waio! Yohei: " 'Whowl'! Look at the whale on here, Toru." *smiles* toru: ^w^ chie: ^^ Yohei: *dries Toru* -elsewhere- {Rekka: "Forgot about me?"} {pearl: father hoshimiya?} {Rekka: "What's up? Been a long time, Pearl..."} {pearl:.....why?} {Rekka: "Why? Why what? Can't I say hello to you? It's not like I've been dead or anything..."} {pearl: w-we saw you die.....you were impaled right in front of them.... why did you join the hoods? WHY? why would you do that? betraying karim, father li, the whole 1st!} {Rekka: *smiles peacefully, closes his eyes* "To give you a better world~"} {pearl: by hurting innocent people? *tears falling* you hurt people, children even!} {Rekka: *approaches her* "They were not those to be saved...God's light was not on them."} {pearl: .....*noticing figures appearing around them* !!!!} {-flame humans, screaming out in pain-} {Rekka: *half of his face is on fire* "We are blessed..."} {pearl: *screaming*} ???:....rl...pearl! pearl: *her eyes snap open* AH! dia:.... ruby: are you ok? pearl:.... Karim: "?!" pearl:....*shaking* Karim: "Hey...It's okay...You're safe." pearl: *tears falling as she hugs him tightly* dia: .... Karim: "!!! ..." *pat pat* "It's okay...Just a bad dream..." pearl: *trembling* Karim: *pats her back* "Let it out..." pearl: *holding him, crying* Karim: "I'm sorry...But it’s ok, it's over now." dia:...... *looking away* Karim: "Dia, get some water. Please." dia:.....right.... *exits* -elsewhere- yuuji: *sitting at the table, awkwardly staring at his plate* Izuku: "??? Something wrong?" yuuji: eh? n-nothing just....feels surreal, i guess. Izuku: "...Well, I hope this hot meal fills you up." *smiles* yuuji:...y-yeah... thanks...i guess.... Izuku: "Mom, need any help?" inko: when you kids are done, i could use help with washing dishes. ^^ yuuji: *small wince* Izuku: "I-I can do that, Mom!" *looks at Yuuji* "??? Okay?" yuuji: y-yeah...i'll...head out after that. Izuku: "Oh...Y-You should come back soon. I got video games..." yuuji: noted. -elsewhere- Jonah: *giggling* guruna: kurukurukuru ^^ irina: and just what are you two whelps snickering at? guruna: it's a secret! >Xp Jonah: *now wearing Irina's face* irina: ...the braid is on the wrong side. guruna: then wouldnt it be a perfect mirror, kuru? Jonah: *smushes his own face--resembling Nozomi* irina: .....how disgusting. Jonah: "I see resemblance!!!" irina: *grabs him by the neck* *glaaare* was that insult directed at me? ^^# Jonah: *coughing* "I-I though it was cute...?" irina: ..... -elsewhere- Vulcan: "Sushi!" shinra: alright! tamaki: yeah! Takehisa: *passing the plate* "Arthur, stop sneaking off others' plates." -elsewhere- lana: *working night shift* .///.; Bellhop: "??? Feeling sick?" lana: AH! oh. wha? o-oh! im fine! just....i-im fine, really! Bellhop: "...Well, you just looked distracted. Guest giving you trouble again?" lana: no. just...i-im fine. manager:...*feeling her head* you feel warm... lana: -n-; Bellhop: "I can take over. Want to take a break?" lana: you sure about that? Bellhop: "Right on! Go lie down a bit." lana:... manager: go home today, get some rest. -on the walk home- lana:....*sigh* what's gotten into me? (thinking: do i really feel that way about him? all because of his singing? im being so silly....i mean, there's so much more than just that. he's sweet, poetic, always glad to see me...) .//////. (thinking: AHHH! THERE I GO AGAIN! ah jeez...) ???: "Wh-Wh-What?!" lana: O-O NYEEEEEE!!! ?!?! *turns* Dazai: "What'd you mean by that?!" lana:....can i....help you sir? Dazai: *looks up--then smiles widely* "Hey! I know you!" lana: uh....*reaching for mace in her purse* Dazai: "You're the girlfriend of Ranpo's boyfriend!" lana:....eh? ^^; Dazai: *takes Lana's hand, shakes energetically* "I'm Dazai!" lana: i got mace! Dazai: "Oooooh! Is it lethal?" lana:.... *quickly running up to poe's door* edgar. your friend's weird coworker is pestering me -_-; Poe: *opens the door a crack* .\\\. "L-L-La-La--" Dazai: "Oh, you know where he lives?" lana: may i come in please? this weird guy is bothering me. Poe: O\\\\\\O "W-W-W-ell--Well--Welcome!" *throws open the door, gesturing* lana:... .///. ok then. *goes inside* Dazai: "Yay! Let's have some drinks and--" *Poe slams the door in Dazai's face* *Dazai is stunned--then falls backwards down the stairs* lana:...thanks edgar. *smiles* Poe: o\\\\o "I-I-I'm happy to help." *holds up a plate of cookies* "I was baking!" lana: oh. thanks. *nom*. this is really good, thanks edgar. ^///^ Poe: >\\\< "I tried really hard with these. Mother used to make them. I just never get the right amount of cinnamon..." lana: *smiles* Poe: "H-H-How was work? I thought you were working today..." lana: um...i guess im a bit under the weather? ^///^; Poe: "Oh. I'm sorry. Tea?" lana: s-sure. .///. Poe: *heats up water on stove* "...Which do you prefer? Green? Black? Fruity?" -later- Poe: *sips* lana:.... .///. soooo anything new happen recently? Poe: "I trained Karl to check back in books!" lana: wow. *smiles* that's great! Poe: *nod nod* *goofy smile* "H-He's quite smart! People don't appreciate how smart raccoons are. Very crafty." lana: yeah... .///. *shuffling a bit in her seat* Poe: "??? Is...there something wrong with that chair? I meant to reupholster it..." lana: i-it's fine, really! ^///^;; Poe: "...You look red." lana: *squeaks out* must be the hay fever! i mean the weather! i mean-... i may need to lay down. .///////////.;;; Poe: !!! "Oh no! Why didn't you say so earlier?! Please, let's take you to the couch..." lana: um... .//////. Poe: *takes her hand, rests another hand on her shoulder as he guides her* "I have you...I won't let you fall." lana:....*gulp* ./////////////////////////////////////////. Poe: *leads her to the couch* "Now lie down..." lana:....*laying down, bright pink in the face* t-th-thank you...edgar.... .///////////////. Poe: ^\\\\^ "An-An-Any time, Lana...I-I'll get you a compress?" lana:...s-sure... .///////. Poe: "Coming right up!" *departs for the kitchen...he left his coat next to the couch* lana:....*shivering* c-chilly.... *pulls his coat over her like a blanket*.... u/////u Poe: *returns with the compress* "I'm back!" *sees her* o\\\w\\\o;;;; lana:...... *bright pink in the face and steam coming of her head*......uuuum......i can explain? Poe: "...I'd like to hear it." lana: w-well, i got a bit chilly, w-with the autumn weather and y-your coat was there so...um... .///////////. Poe: "..." *nod nod* "I...could get you a blanket?" lana:...i-if you want.... 7///7 (thinking: i cant just say 'no, i like the way it smells' I'LL SOUND WEIRD!) Poe: *removes one from the closet* "...I was thinking..." lana: hmm? Poe: "I...feel cold." owo;;;; ("WHY ARE WORDS ESCAPING MY MOUTH?!") lana:....did you want to sit next to me then and keep each other warm? OwO;;; (thinking: OH GOD KILL ME NOW) Poe: "And share the blanket?" owo;;;;;;;;;; ("ARG!!!! ASDKLJASDFLKJASOIUSLAJDG!!!") lana: sounds gre-ah-*COUGHING*....*squeak* yeah Poe: "..." *sits beside her, awkwardly holding part of the blanket to her* lana:....*softly leaning against him* .////////. Poe: .\\\\. "..." *pats her shoulder--the one nearest him* lana:....so.... Poe: o\\\\o "Y-Yeah?" lana:....you ok? Poe: "Better now!" lana:..y-yeah....me too....*small smile* 7///7 Poe: "I-I-I'm glad you visited." lana: y-yeah...me too.....you know....your hands may be freezing.....but the rest of you is nice and warm.... Poe: o\\\\o "No one has ever said that before." lana: w-was that weird? ^^;;; Poe: "...It felt...comforting." ^^ lana:... *blush and leans into his chest*... .//////. Poe: o\\\\o "Wh-What are you...?" lana:......*listening to his heartbeats*....mmmm... Poe: "Wh-what is it?" lana:...just...comfortable. Poe: o\\\o "...Did you hear my heartbeat?" lana:... 7////7 y-yeah... Poe: "...It's really fast isn't it?" lana: yeah...s-same here. Poe: "...I-I-I like being with you, Lana." lana:...i-i like...being with you too.... Poe: "..." *smiles* "Thank you..." lana:.... ^^ *laying against him, content* (thinking: baby steps lana, just take it a day at a time...) Poe: o\\\\o *holds her carefully* ("SCREAMING INTERNALLY") -elsewhere- Akitaru: *tossing sound-orb up in the air* karin: *working on her mech* Akitaru: Comin' along good, doc." karin: ^^ Akitaru: "How tall can this robot get?" -elsewhere- Meme: "SMASH THEM!" mio: UWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! *pressing buttons like crazy* tsugumi: woah, she's really getting into it! Anya: "She's...certainly energetic." ._.; Meme: *Mio! Mio! Mio!" ao: my my. mio: *fire in her eyes* layla: this is probably the most effort i've ever seen from her. chidori: so intense. rowena: hmm? Meme: "She'll get the top score--just watch!" -elsewhere- Sakuya: "...Boo." mahiru: WOAH! sakuya jeez... naho: OuO kuro: oh look, it's the green yandere and the fujoshi-pire Sakuya: "what? it's hilarious watching you get the crap scared out of you, Mahiru." mahiru: =n=; naho: *not even watching the movie, she's totally focused on mahiru and sakuya* o///w///o Sakuya: "So, Mahiru, you got any soda left?" *takes Mahiru's and sips from it* mahiru: yes, but that doesnt mean you can mooch. bad sakuya. naho: OwO (thinking: INDIRECT KISS OH MY GOOOOOSH >w<) Sakuya: "D'aw, what's wrong? Don't want to share?" *takes another sip* mahiru: cant you buy your own? naho: O///////////w///////////O Sakuya: "I could...but this is hilarious!" *sips more* mahiru: =n= naho, could you keep your boyfriend on a shorter leash? naho: ^^ mahiru:....*remembering who he is asking*.....*looks at sakuya* are you messing with me just because or for your girlfriend? Sakuya: -_-; "I'm behaved. Mostly." -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: *in fox form, playing with a squeaky toy* reimi: ^^ Mr. Tsubaki: *shakes the toy before tossing it* "...Did you want to play with it?" -elsewhere- Gopher: *curled up in a ball* eibon: *making some medicine* inori: are you feeling any better? Gopher: TT^TT "Tummy ache persists..." kotone: D8> dont....die brother.... Gopher: Q^Q *reaches for Kotone's hand* kotone: *holding it tightly* Gopher: "I-I'll be fine." *weak smile* "Just a tummy ache..." -elsewhere- Kid: *writing notes down* stocking:.....*grin* Kid: *not noticing* stocking: *waiting for him to pause.....then nibbles on his earlobe* Kid: *shudders, sits up* >\\\\\\o "A-Ah~" stocking: *whispers* so cute~ Kid: >\\\\< "Stocking..." stocking: hehe~<3 Kid: *blushes* "You only get more affectionate each day..." *holds her hand* "And I fall in love with you more and more." stocking: same here kiddo~<3 Kid: *small smooch* stocking: ^^ Kid: *holds her hands* "I'm done for now..." stocking: *smile* Kid: "How was your day?" -elsewhere- keek:...*coming to* nngh....nghuh? what the.....w-where the fuck... barkova: *snarling* keek: AH!! *backing up to the wall* FD: "I do apologize. Barkova gets agitated around strangers." keek: w-w-WHERE AM I AND WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?! WHY AM I NOT IN MY ROOM!? FD: "I wanted to recruit you. Isn't that lovely?" keek: w-what? I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE!...what's beeping? -there is a collar around her neck- keek:....what is that? FD: "A bomb." keek: w-w-what?!?! FD: "I will need your services." keek: WHY ME?! WHY A BOMB?! Q_Q FD: "So that you don't tell..." keek: *trembling, tears falling* FD: "Now...What do you know about me?" keek:..... FD: "What have you heard about Rats?" keek: ....the rats in the house of the dead. lead by a man known as 'fyodor dostoevsky'. a group of notorious thieves and killers. their leader's ability, crime and punishment, can- FD: "Shhh...Don't say another word. Please." keek:........ FD: "I can't have you naming this ability...and you won't." keek:....*gulp* o-o;;;;;; FD: "Or else you’ll… lose your head~." keek: w-w-what do you want out of me? do you want me to beg for my life? FD: "To start." keek:....*on her hands and knees with her face on the ground* PLEASE DONT KILL ME! I DONT WANT TO DIE! I'LL DO WHAT YOU WANT OF ME JUST DONT BLOW MY HEAD OFF! *KICK* keek: GRK- *collapses* ow...w-what the heck....im begging for my life! what more do you want out of me? do you want me to give you some title? fyodor the great? master fyodor?.....fyo-daddy? zoey: *glares at keek* IM THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS TO CALL HIM MASTER FYODOR YOU WRETCH! keek: w-who the fuck? FD: "It is alright..." *pats Zoey's shoulder, before looking at Keek* "Names are not necessary, for now. I simply demand your obedience until my plans for you conclude." keek: o-ok! i'll comply! FD: *smiles* "Very good. My associate will debrief to learn what you know..." keek:....... yana: *pats her shoulder* welcome to hell, kid. keek: Q____Q FD: "Get what you need, Yana--and leave them in condition to return." zoey: ...... FD: "...Oh, don't be jealous." zoey: *hugs his arm* ...... FD: "..." *pats her head* zoey: *blush* FD: "You can play with the new toy soon. But right now we need something from them..." zoey: of course, master fyodor~ FD: "Good. And if you behave, you will be rewarded." zoey: ah~<3 FD: "Now, did you finish the tasks I gave you?" zoey: *nod* FD: "Very good. You may take a break now..." -elsewhere- Hyde: "Rude!" licht: -_-; Hyde: "Taking the last soda....Meanie." licht: kranz went to the store to get more, you arent going to die. Hyde: "...Well, I'm already a vampire, so--" julian: i can offer you canned coffee. Hyde: "...I was hoping for something sweeter." romina: ya'll want some fruit punch? Hyde: owO "Yes!" licht: melon punch. Hyde: "...Okay, sure." -elsewhere- lana: *streeetch* that was a good nap... Poe: "Zzz..." lana:....(thinking: holy shit. im in love with him. i havent felt this way about anyone since junior year of high school...)..... *blush and leans against him* Poe: *small stirring* lana:....*pretending to be asleep* Poe: *yawns, grunts slightly, eyes barely opened* lana: ... Poe: =_= *looks around...then spots Lana* ._. lana: zzzzz.... Poe: D: *barely audible squeak* lana: *softly breathing* Poe: ("She's so cute when she sleeps and her breathing is like a gentle breeze along the ocean--but I am totally mad right now with the fiery passions of lovey-dovey-love-stuff and scared half-to-death!!!") lana: *listening to his heart beating* (thinking: is he that flustered? i guess its comforting im not the only one who’s nervous, haha...) Poe: ("Aaaaaaaaaah!!!!") *suave, soft voice* "Lana?" lana: O////O IM UP IM UP I WASNT SLEEPING ON THE JOB!....oh.. *AHEM* ^^;; Poe: D: "I-I-I just...Sleeping. You. Here. Sorry." lana i-i-it's fine, really. Poe: o\\\\o "...Do you feel rested?" lana:.... *blush* yeah. Poe: "...So...Muffins!" lana: sure. sounds nice. *sitting up, her hand brushing against his for a moment* Poe: *happy shiver* o\\\\w\\\\o;;;;;;;;; lana:..... .//////. Poe: "...CRANBERRIES!" *falls off the couch* lana: edgar are you ok? *helping him up* Poe: "J-Just overwhelmed...with muffin recipes on my mind." owo;;; "Blueberry. Pumpkin. Carrot..." lana:...i see. *looking at one of his eyes that is peaking through his bangs*... .///. Poe: *blink blink* "???" lana:... *blink* w-was i saying something just now? Poe: "...Not that I noticed." lana: ah...right... *leaning in, unaware of what she's doing* Poe: o\\\\\\\o *frozen* -their lips are only an inch apart- lana:.... O//////O oh! um.... .//////. er.... Poe: "L-Lana...?" lana: hmm? y-yes? o///w///o;; Poe: "Your lips are near mine." lana: *sitting back up* *AHEM* .... >////> oh. s-sorry. Poe: >\\\\\< "N-No need to ap-apo-apologize..." -later- lana: see you later then? Poe: owo "Not if I see you first. Ha ha ha ha!!" o\\\w\\\o lana: *small chuckle*....hey edgar? Poe: "Y-Yes?" lana: 7////7 im not sure how often you hear this, but....*kisses his cheek* you're quite handsome. Poe: o\\\\\\\\o "Wh-What you just do? Wait, who's handsome? Wha-What?!" lana:... ^^ *hug and kisses the other cheek* s-see ya! *runs, bright red in the face* >////////< Poe: o\\\\\\\\\\\o "...Karl, please hold all of my calls. I have to collapse now." *falls back rigidly onto the ground* karl: O-O; Poe: xwx -elsewhere- Anya: *sorting mail* rowena: *reading letters* ^^ Anya: "??? You seem pleased." rowena: seems my parents and brother are doing well. Anya: "Oh. But you see your brother all the time..." rowena: oh, i mean our other brother back home. Anya: "??? You have another one?" rowena: *nods* edgar is actually the middle sibling. Anya: "Oh. An older brother?" rowena: *nods* Anya: "Hmm. What does he do?" -elsewhere- Higan: "Food ready yet?" tsubaki: just about. Belkia: "Starving..." -elsewhere- Akitaru: "You don't have to go on this mission. I mean, Tamaki, if you don't feel comfortable--" tamaki: i want to go. im a soldier too, darn it! Akitaru: "..." *smiles* "Then follow this order: you're joining us in the Nether." tamaki:...right. (thinking: i'll make up for all my follies here. for me, for the others....) *remembering amber and rekka* (thinking:...for them.) Akitaru: *salutes* "Dismissed." tamaki: ....*inhales* ....*sighs* ok. starting now. im not gonna be the same ditz i used to be! *slips and faceplants onto the floor*.... ok. starting _now_. Takehisa: "...I was mopping there. Did you not see the sign?" shinra: on the bright side, she isnt losing her clothes this time. tamaki: I WILL END YOU, KUSAKABE! -elsewhere- Giovanni: "Approach." guruna: kurukuru~ lisa:.... irina: ... Giovanni: "..." *takes Lisa's chin in his hand* lisa: *tenses* Giovanni: "Will you follow my orders?" -elsewhere- Hibana: *sipping her wine* "...This chair is uncomfortable." man: TT_TT hanako: *in her play pen, coloring* gabriella: ^^; Rino: o_o;;; "...What the--" *spots Hanako* "...What on earth is with her and that 'chair'?" man: save me TT_TT mikami: ^^; the 5th sure is interesting... ryuuko: *holding mikami close* i'll protect you from this lechery. Hibana: ^^# " 'Lechery'...?" ryuuko:... 7-7;;; mikami: ^^;;; -elsewhere- Lucy: *sighs, sits down at table* "Can finally have a meal..." *has a plate of fries* anne: ^u^ Lucy: *smiles back at Anne, as she puts some ketchup on them* "Not the healthiest choice..." *bites into burger* "But so good..." -knocks- Lucy: *mouth full of burger* "???" *wipes her mouth, looks through peephole* atsushi: *waves* Lucy: o\\\\o *opens the door a crack* "H-Hey, Tabby..." atsushi: sorry to interrupt your lunch. just checking to see how you were doing. Lucy: *still wiping ketchup from her mouth* "F-Fine..." -///- *opens the door, gestures* "Come in, or whatever..." atsushi: *smiles and enters* Lucy: "...You, um, want something to drink or eat? I got fries..." atsushi: sure. ^^ Lucy: *gets a can of soda* "...I'm...glad you stopped by." atsushi: ..... soooo, the death bazaar is coming up soon. Lucy: "??? That flea market?" atsushi: yeah. i was wondering. i-if you have the free time, maybe we could...go? Lucy: "..." .\\\. "A date?" atsushi: ....yyyeeeesss? O///w///O;; Lucy: "..." *pouts, blushing* "Y-You better buy me something good while we're there..." atsushi: sure thing! ^////^; Lucy: ^\\\^ "Then it's a date...Atsushi." atsushi: O/////////////o s-s-see you then lucy! yana: oho, seems the weretiger scored himself a date....but that's none of my business~ Lucy: "..." *smooch* atsushi: O//////////////////////////////////////////O *steam coming off his head* yana:...huh, well that escalated. Lucy: "...Don't make me pour that soda over your head." -_-; -elsewhere- Tsukiyo: *reading a book* Q_____Q fang-hua: tsukiyo? is everything ok? Tsukiyo: "I found this book about...the Nether..." fang-hua: ?? i've heard the commander mention something about it once... Tsukiyo: "It's scary...Like, one of the stories is about how there is no light..." fang-hua: *listening* Tsukiyo: "They sent an expedition...only one returned...blind." Q~Q fang-hua:....*hug* Tsukiyo: *shudder...pat pat* -elsewhere- Karim: "How you feeling?" pearl:...b-better now...thank you, father fulham. Karim: *nods* "Want more tea?" pearl:...i would like that. Karim: *pours some* "...I can't imagine what it was like..." pearl:....im trying my best, to be strong. but it's hard some days... Karim: "We all go through that...and it's just about persistence." pearl:...r-right. Karim: "Need some time off?" -elsewhere- Dazai: "Pogo stick!" yosano: i have concerns. ranpo:...bruh kenji: ooooh, neato! Dazai: "Who wants to try it first?" ranpo: hey kunikida, i'll pay you 5 dollars to- Kunikida: "No. Not for less than $10." ranpo: $15? Kunikida: "Give me the stick for pogoing." yosano: i'll be on standby. Kunikida: *gets on the pogo stick and--* -elsewhere- Patty: "I DIDN'T NEED TO SEE THAT!" lord death: >///-///> liz: well now we're all even… Yumi: "CAN NO ONE KNOCK?!" liz: so sorry. -elsewhere- Emine: *sitting in the trash can* lin: D8 Emine: "I feel comfortable." -elsewhere- Meme: *playing a video game* -elsewhere- Izuku: *walking to corner store* satsuki: *staaare* Izuku: "???" *looks around* satsuki: *blink* Izuku: *spots her* "?!!! Wait...Are you Tsu's sister?" satsuki: *nod* are you tsu's boyfriend? Izuku: o\\\\\\o "Um...I'm a boy, and a friend." tsuyu: oh, hey izuku. *wave* Izuku: "H-H-Hi...I was just surprised to see your sister here." tsuyu: we're just out running errands. you? Izuku: "Same...and I wanted a snack." ^^; -elsewhere- Chuuya: *showering* “…..” *tears streaming* -knock- Chuuya: "???" *turns off the water, puts on his towel, looks at the peephole* kouyou: ... Chuuya: *calls through* "Hang on--I just got out of the shower..." *steps back to his room, dries off, puts on a shirt and pajama pants before opening the door* kouyou: feeling better? Chuuya: "...No." kouyou:.... naoya: eeeeyyy we came over too! *waves* Akutagawa: "..." Chuuya: *glares at Akutagawa* naoya: i brought booze! *holding up a beer can* Akutagawa: owo; *hides behind orange juice* kouyou: *sweatdrop* Chuuya: "...I'll get glasses..." -and so- naoya: *plastered* hoo yeah that's good shit! >///u///< kouyou: *asleep on the couch* Chuuya: Q~Q "It hurts so much..." Akutagawa: TT____TT naoya: aww c'mon chuuchuu, ya had one shot'a bourbon. Chuuya: "It's not the bourbon that hurts!" T~T naoya: nyeh? Chuuya: *sniff* "This bastard killed her..." Akutagawa: "?!!" naoya:.....oh.....*looks at akutagawa* you want to talk to him or should i? Akutagawa: "...I think he'll kill the next person who speaks to him. You talk to him." naoya: jeez akuta, where's the trust? Akutagawa: "...Fine...Chuuya, do you know why Rain was there?" Chuuya: *cringes* ("H-He knows?!") Akutagawa: "To take down Fitzgerald." Chuuya: "...Eh?" naoya: *already got up to give them a moment* Akutagawa: "She came onto that ship, intending to be the one to sacrifice herself to drag Fitzgerald down with her, pulling him to the ground..." {rain: my name is.......mito kosaka} Akutagawa: "I remember before she leapt from the ship, she said a name..." Chuuya: "...What name?" Akutagawa: "...Mito Kosaka." Chuuya: "..." *falls back in his seat* *tears falling* naoya:.... Akutagawa: "I don't know why she would--" Chuuya: "She...was killing herself..." Akutagawa: "???" Chuuya: "..." *ugly sobbing* Akutagawa: "...I made things worse." {bakeneko:.... i t...... h u r t s.....} Chuuya: "Why did she have to suffer?!" *slams his fist on the table* naoya: woah there, easy now... Chuuya: "Everything! Everything!" kouyou:..... chuuya... *The glass is starting to rise from the table* naoya: chuuya calm the fuck down! Chuuya: *flips the table* -SLAP- kouyou:....*serious face, tears streaming* Chuuya: *knocked to the floor* "..." *curls up into a ball* kouyou:....*soft hug*...... Chuuya: *shaking, sobbing--holds onto her* Akutagawa: "..." naoya: ...... kouyou: *humming* Chuuya: *closes his eyes, still shaking* -later- Chuuya: *asleep* Akutagawa: "...I'm sorry." kouyou: ...... naoya: did you know it was her? that beast? Akutagawa: "...I had a feeling." naoya:....maybe when he gets up, you can talk to him about it. before this whole incident, he considered you a friend. i think part of him still wants to... Akutagawa: "...'Friend'?" naoya: *she nods*.....i consider you a friend too. Akutagawa: "...Why?" naoya: me or chuu? Akutagawa: "Well, you, since I can't ask him--he's asleep." naoya: well, we do work together, dont we? plus you seem lonely. just thought i'd help you get out more. Akutagawa: "...I am just...rejected." naoya:.....is this about the weretiger? Akutagawa: TT~TT *nod nod* naoya:....that's rough, buddy. Akutagawa: "He's with some string bean with a bad attitude..." naoya: ?? Akutagawa: "I want to destroy her..." naoya: woah ok lets back it up a bit there. Akutagawa: "I will keep her head on my mantle..." naoya: O-O;;; Akutagawa: "Then I will stand over that tiger..." naoya: *backing up slightly* Akutagawa: "And I will be his lord..." *sneers* -elsewhere- atsushi: O.O why do i have this sudden feeling of dread? Lucy: -_-;; "What, you don't enjoy my company?" atsushi: t-that's not what i meant at all! it's just...n-nevermind, it was just a sudden chill. ^^;; Lucy: "...Maybe put on a sweater?" atsushi: good call. -elsewhere- ???:....oe......hey poe buddy? you ok? Poe: owo ranpo: oh hey, you're up. Poe: O_______O "HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?!" ranpo: one of your ghost roomies told me you clonked out. im just makin sure you arent dead or something. Poe: ._.;;; "...Are you an angel, then?" ranpo: you arent dead, dude. otherwise your sis would kill me. i think. Poe: .______. "How long was I unconscious?" ghost maid: about 2 hours after miss lana left. ranpo: oh, so your girlfriend visited? *puts on glasses*.... ooooooooh i see. 7w7 Poe: D:< "THAT'S NOT WHAT HAPPENED?!" *looks at the clock* "...I hope I didn't miss anything I was supposed to do in those two hours..." ranpo: i wasnt implying sex, but i do know she smooched ya on the cheek, i can see the lip balm on your cheek. im not gonna judge, dont worry. Poe: O\\\\\o "IT WASN'T A DREAM?! OR A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM?!" ghost child: nope. ghost child 2: she even called you handsome, hehe. Poe: o\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\O *head gets hotter* ranpo:....*squints*..... eh, 4/10. Poe: "I NEED TO BE ALONE!" *runs* ranpo:....eh, he'll be fine....ish. -in his room- Poe: *hugging a pillow* o\\\\\\o {lana: 7////7 im not sure how often you hear this, but....*kisses his cheek* you're quite handsome.} {Poe: o\\\\\\o "...Almost no one has ever said that because they just say I look creepy--" *slaps his face* "...I was rambling. Sorry. I-I-I have long thought you were...beautiful."} {lana: *blushes and brushes his bangs back and leans in to kiss him*} {Poe: "!!!!" *pulls back...as her lips touch his* >\\\\\< } -elsewhere- Bakugo: *collapsed on the sidewalk, holding his knee* hanta: yeesh, what happened? Bakugo: "I fell off my bike!" hanta: you alright man? Bakugo: "I DON'T KNOW WHY, BUT THIS IS DEKU'S FAULT!!!" -elsewhere- Kid: "..." *chuckling* stocking: what? Kid: "Just...how embarrassed Mother and Father were." stocking: yeah. Kid: *holds her hand* "And I'm happy you're here." stocking: hehe~ im happy you're here too~ *kiss* Kid: ^\\\^ "My wife..." stocking: ^////^ Kid: *small smooch* stocking: mmmm~ my cute hubby~<3 Kid: .\\\\. "Am I really 'cute'?" stocking: *nods* cute, handsome.....*licks his earlobe* sexy~ Kid: O\\\\\O *shivers* "Oh man..." *pats her side* stocking: *smirks and pins him to the bed* Kid: *mouth hung open* "Oh my..." .\\\. stocking: *traces a finger up his chest and to his chin* your move, honey~<3 Kid: "Oh~?" *his legs intertwined with hers, as he puts his lips to hers* stocking: mmm~<3 Kid: *kisses from her lips to her cheek, pulling her legs down with his* -elsewhere- kirako: aaah... u////u *small shudder* Dazai: *smiles* "More?" kirako: oh fuck, yes. Dazai: *one hand massages her wrist* "My, my, such language...Do I have to punish you?" *he brings her hand down to her sex* kirako: *moan* Dazai: *whispers in her ear* "Slide it in..." *he guides one of her fingers along her folds* kirako: *already doing so* nnngh~ u///T Dazai: "You're a naughty girl, aren't you?" *let's her play with herself, before he licks one of her nipples* -elsewhere- Kyoka: *stare* atsushi: *wide awake* o-o;;;; Kyoka: "Has the doll girl corrupted you yet?" atsushi: no, lucy isnt 'corrupting' me. ^^; although i get the feeling of being watched. yana: ohoho you have no idea. keek: Q-Q Kyoka: "Yes. I know. I am staring at you right now." atsushi: not like that...like someone is stalking me...watching me without me knowing where they are.... Kyoka: "...That just sounds like Akutagawa." atsushi: Q-Q;; Kyoka: "...Maybe invest in black-out curtains?" *it is shadowy and dark outside* atsushi: probably. Kyoka: *closes the curtains* Akutagawa: Q____Q kirako: AHHH~! Akutagawa: "?!!!! What the devil was that?" *sends his Rashamon up to that window--* Akutagawa: “…………..” Dazai: "So good!" kirako: *moans* yana:... as if i dont hear enough of that as it is. zoey: AHHHHH~!<3 keek: O_O;;; w-what was- yana: you dont wanna know. FD: "Take it deeper…" keek: O____o ?!?! Q~Q (thinking: god save me)

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