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dreamii-yume · 3 years

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Uwaaaaaa can I request some sweet crumbs of Idia and his s/o sharing a few kisses and being a cute wholesome family with Ortho?? <3

“Whoa! Nii-san!”

You flinched as you heard the little robot’s voice from outside the room, followed by something crashing. You slowly peaked through the crack in the door, making sure to stay as quiet as possible. There, you saw the Shroud brothers with the older one on the ground, seemingly had toppled over a table, blindfolded. Ortho, the younger one hovers above him, face-palming at what predicament his brother got in.

“I told you to calm down and go left, right? Why did you suddenly go right, Nii-san?” Ortho said with an exasperated sigh. “Come on, stand up, Nii-san! We’re almost there!”

Idia, having no vision at the moment, desperately clung onto the wall, his legs were shaking as different kinds of emotions swirls in his mind. “Your left is my right though!? Don’t give me directions when you’re up front!” Idia complained, his hands trying to find anything he can grasp onto. “S-Seriously...Where are we going, Ortho? We’re still in our dorm, r-right...? Your Nii-chan’s getting a little scared here, you know...?”

“Uh-huh! So, just be patient and follow my instructions, alright, Nii-san~? Properly this time!” Ortho strictly said, floating ahead with Idia on his own left to maneuver his way towards him, being blindfolded and all.

“...E-Even if you tell me that...Geez...” Idia mumbled under his breath as he began to follow his litte brother’s voice once again, trying his best to not anger the little one.

Ortho spotted you peeking through the door and gave you a close-eyed smile, putting his index finger in front of his mask. You covered your mouth to prevent a giggle, but you thought that little scene between them as brothers were really adorable. You gave him a thumbs-up before entering back in the room, making sure to close the door as quietly as possible.

It didn’t take too long for the doorknob to sound their arrival, aside from the few crashings of items outside and bickering of the Shroud Brothers. You quickly moved into position and grab the plate of cake that was assigned to you, slowly tip-toeing over to the side so that you wouldn’t be a burden to the main boy of the day. The door opened without much further interruption, revealing Idia still with the blindfold on and Ortho guiding him by the shoulders from behind.

“O-Ortho...? Where are we- No, wait, this place feels familiar, are we in my room? Ortho, what did you-“ Idia was about to continue his rant, but shrieked in response when Ortho soon giggled and snapped his fingers.

With that, his blindfold automatically detached from his head, and as soon as he opened his eyes, the whole room lighted up. A bunch of automatic party poppers bursts loudly in every corner of the room, confetti flying everywhere with his favorite idol music echoing loudly in the speakers. Idia could only watch with widened eyes as he looked around everywhere, it was his room but it was barely recognizable with all these physical and holographic decorations running around. “Surprise!” Suddenly two voices instead of one rang through the room, making Idia turn around and instantly heating up as other than Ortho, he saw you, holding a whole plate of cake.

“Surprise, Idia-kun!” You greeted with a gentle smile, walking towards him with the cake. It was clearly a hand-made birthday cake, a joint effort between you and Ortho as it was decorated by things that Idia loves. Something that should only be known to those who knew him in a personal level.

“(Y-Y-Y-Y/N)-shi...!?” Idia backed away as his face almost exploded from the amount of blood rushing to his face to see his crush, out of all people, greeting him on his special day. Expecting this kind of reaction, you and Ortho looked at each other and nodded in agreement before taking a deep breath.

“♪ Happy birthday to you~♪ Happy birthday to you~♪” You both sang in synch as Ortho lighted up the the candles on the cake you were holding. “♪ Happy birthday, dear Idia/Nii-san~♪”

You looked up at him, gesturing the birthday cake in front with a wide smile as Ortho supporting you from behind. “♪ Happy Birthday to you~♪” You both finished with a playful giggle, like little children surprising their teachers on teacher’s day. “Please make a wish for your birthday and blow out your candles, Idia-kun!”

“...W-What...?” Idia exclaimed, still confused on what’s happening and turned to Ortho in panic. Though, he couldn’t deny that the sound of your voice singing him a birthday song was soothing as hell. But that’s not the proper time for that! “Ortho...! D-Did you upgrade yourself or something...? Why...Why is (Y/N)-shi here and...and offering me a cake...I-I don’t think...I-Is this real...!?”

“Geez~! Me and (Y/N) (L/N)-san went all through these trouble just to prepare a simplistic birthday party that you’ll enjoy and that’s the reaction you give~!?” Ortho scolded his brother while you sweatdropped in the background, preparing to calm the little boy. You can’t see his mouth moving but you knew for sure that he was puffing his cheeks, his eyes says it all after all. “Nii-san, you’re so insensitive! You’re not gonna go anywhere in life if you’re always like this!”

“A-Ah, s-sorry...?” Idia apologized at the upset little robot, but then realizing that his brother just actually confirmed his questions. He turned to you and certainly, you don’t look like a holograph, no matter how realistic one could be at this time and age. You’re here, in flesh and blood, smiling up at him as if you were intending to make his heart stop from your presence alone, which it actually did the first time. “...(Y-Y/N)-shi is...A-Actually h-here...?”

You sweatdropped at his frozen self before taking a step closer to let him see the candles that he has yet left to blow out. “Yup, I’m here. Now, make a wish for your birthday, Idia-kun! The candles will run out soon if you don’t~” You reminded him. “It’ll be waste if that happens.”

Idia was at the point of hyperventilating now, whatever Ortho did to get you involve in this surprise birthday plan, it was certainly bad for his heart...In an ironically good way. He couldn’t formulate the proper words, let alone think of a wish to give to these candles, he can’t even bring himself to calm down. He looked around, trying to avert his eyesight, but doing so only prompted Ortho to cross his arms, giving him a disapproving look whilst shaking his head. He flinched, this school has definitely rubbed its dirt on his brother for him to be so strict, where was his cute little angel brother that follows his every call!? Regardless, he really can’t blame him for this, he’s happy that you’re here but at the same time, it’s just puts him in a tight spot...Which he absolutely hates.

“Well?” You called to make sure Idia was still in there and not brain dead like Ortho warned you about.

Idia looked up at you, and to Ortho, before looking down, he fiddled with the tip of his hair timidly. His face was flushing in embarrassment, you find kinda cute actually. “...None.” He said in a small voice, but enough for you and Ortho to hear, earning a shocking response from the two of you. “I have none...At least, not anymore...”

You and Ortho looked at each other, wondering what the older Shroud means. “I-I got the game I wanted recently, I already went to a virtual concert of my favorite idol, and my wish for that childhood game that me and Ortho loved was granted as well...And, um...” He explained, looking away, becoming more and more shy by the minute. “...One scenario I wished for this day is just...impossible so...”

“...And that is...?” You tilted your head to the side, curious to hear what the Idia Shroud hasn’t attained yet. However, Ortho beside you only blinked as everything automatically clicked in his own mechanical head. He widened his eyes in realization and even gasp slightly, observing how his brother looked at you.

Oh, that’s right...His brother always wanted you to...

“...ce me...” You raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to hear what he actually said. It was barely a whisper, there was no way a normal human being like you could’ve heard that.

“Excuse me?”

Idia’s face got hotter, he whimpered at the intensity of the pressure and soon resorted into covering his face in embarrassment. Upon seeing his defensive position, you quickly backed away from him, realizing how rude you’re sounding like. “O-Oh, sorry! It’s fine! If you’re uncomfortable with saying it then, you don’t have to force yourself to.”

You reassured him as you remembered how scared and nervous Idia can be when it comes to social interactions. Instead, you went back into smiling as you kept your distance, holding the cake properly once again. Idia peeked between his fingers though, grateful that you stepped back but still felt somehow unsatisfied and disappointed with himself. “I’m sorry, wishes are not supposed to be said out loud, right? My bad~! Just feel free to blow out the candles in your own will~!”

Ortho flinched and quickly looked at Idia, signalling all his support to his timid brother, encouraging him to say what he wanted to say to you before its too late. Idia, felt that desperation, they were brothers after all and he just can’t left it hanging. “U-Um...” You turned back to him to properly hear what he has to say this time. Idia started breathing heavily, but you knew that he was probably trying to calm himself down.

Seeing how relaxed you are, not even weirded out the slightest of his actions, Idia could actually feel himself calm down. He was glad that you were quite the patient person, being able to tolerate him even if he’s like this. You knew that he was having a hard time so, you’re not saying anything, keeping yourself quiet to give him time. It’s almost like you understand his struggles, and that’s...He just loves that about you.

So with a deep breath he- “iwantedyoutonoticeme!” confessed in a single breath, which just lead to Ortho slapping his own forehead and you trying to process and break down what he just said. Upon realizing his mistake, he quickly looked up at you with his arms waving frantically, trying to explain his situation with the sound of his heart racing against his chest. “I-I mean! I love- NO. That’s not...! What I meant was, um-! I-I...Oh, God...!”

“I-I wanted you to notice me!” Idia covered his face as a last resort, so that he wouldn’t see your face during in his lowest. Seriously, someone just kill him now right where he stands, Ortho, please forgive your older brother. “Y-You’ll probably think I-I’m a c-creepy otaku but I like you! You don’t have to accept me but I always...I-I always wanted you to see me...”

Oh, god...This is the worst. He can actually feel tears slowly buidling up in his eyes. As embarrassing and scary this is though, he couldn’t stop his mouth from saying what he’s really feeling. He’s scared but he’s also desperate. “N-Not as the guy behind the tablet...O-Or the dorm leader of Ignihyde...” He said and finally gathered up the courage to look at you in the eyes. “But f-for who I am! I at least wanted you to notice me for that!”

“That! Is my wish!” Idia blurted out and blew on the candles rather aggressively that you were taken back with Ortho silently cheering in the background.

The guy kept his eyes shut as tears were prickling in his eyes, afraid to open them and see a look of disgust in your face. Well...He predicted it before and prepared for it but now that he’s in that current scenario, he realized just how scared he really is to face it. Meanwhile, you blinked repeatedly at his confession as you had never seen such a timid guy like him create an outburst as drastic as that. Your lips slowly formed into a calm smile and soon scooped up a decent amount of icing in the cake. “Idia-kun.” You called out, encouraging him to open his eyes, but smudged the icing on his lips before he could even have the chance to do so.

“Mmgh-!?” Before he could even fully open his eyes, he soon froze in his spot as he felt your lips on his, kissing him and licking some icing off. Ortho gasped and let out a sound similar to that of a squeal as he happily floats above ground.

Looking down at you, Idia was left without any functioning words to say but you just laughed back at him. You licked the remaining icing on your lips and wiped some from his own before looking up at him. “Granted.” You said with a wink. “You’re wish is granted, Idia-kun ♡”

He swears to God, Idia is in the verge of passing out, this was just too much! What the hell did you just say!? Y-You ki...kissed...! However, before Idia could fully deliver his explosion of different emotions, a sound of a camera shutter and flash engulfed the two of you and quickly turned to the mischievous robot boy in the other side of the room. “So cute~! Isn’t this great, Nii-san~!? You finally said your true feelings to (Y/N) (L/N)-san! Although you were all over the place with your confession!” He said, mildly roasting his older brother but still waved the camera with the picture he took in front of him. “But still, she accepted it! Congratulations, Nii-san! I should save this to my memory file just in case!”

“O-Ortho, you...!” Idia flushed red, while you couldn’t help yourself but laugh at the two bickering brothers, it’s really so adorable. You watched as Idia attempts to stop his little brother from possibly leaking the picture to everyone they know with sheer amusement in your eyes. Though, you let out a sigh of relief, cheeks slowly reddening in color as you finally come into terms with your situation. You were glad that you have confidence in your acting skills to be able to hide your feelings to a minimum when your heart was beating just as fast as Idia’s. It would’ve been a disaster if the both of you were to stumble over your words like that, yikes.

You watched at the scene in front of you with your eyes shining in relief and satisfaction. It ended up a happy ending after all, you honestly think Ortho’s the real winner here, pulling out such a massive match-making move. Letting out a breath, you walked towards Idia and clunged onto him with your usual smile, although your blush didn’t seem to disappear. “Wah...(Y-Y/N)-shi...” He stuttered, his body tensing up but his cheeks flared up, debating whether he should hug you or not. While he does that, you turned to Ortho and created a space in between you and Idia.

“Why don’t we all take a picture together instead?” You suggested, gesturing for Ortho to come fill up the space you made. “Come here, Ortho! I’m sure you’re the happiest one in here, even far more than the two of us combined, right?”

Ortho widened his eyes before nodding enthusiastically. “Of course!” He said as he flew right over the two of you and squeeze himself in between. A holographic camera came blasting out of his chest, ready to take a picture. “A picture to remember Nii-san’s special day and together with my new Nee-san~! Of course I’m the most happiest here!”

You and Idia looked at each other and couldn’t help but chuckle at the excited little robot. You leaned onto each other to fit the camera template, holding up a peace sign all the while.

“Cheese~!”

How does one translate Idia’s use of “-shi” as honorofics, huh. His otaku language is beyond me puhihi~

Aahh, I want to write another one~ You darlings such interesting hornii in my inbox that I just want to- ughh I want to write more but I need sleep...( ；∀；)

Should I write another one~? Aah, but I don’t think I have enough time~ (＞人＜;) I also might pass out lol I’ll still try though! If Decemember 18 comes to pass and I end up not posting anything then it probably means that I succumbed to the bed lol

Anyways, thank you for attending yet another Birthday Crumbs Celebration~! (*≧∀≦*)

#twisted wonderland #idia shroud #Birthday Crumbs (Idia)

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ahgasecaratfromn-city · 4 years

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Ten Things I Hate About You

Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader ft. Haechan, Johnny and mention of Jeno

Words: 7.7k

Genre: Fluff, the tiniest bit of angst if you squint, college au

Warning: Tiniest bit of cursing, kissing, family issues, anxiety attack

Summary: You never had the luxury of selecting who you were going to tutor, so when you paired with the only person you disliked, Lee Mark, you couldn’t help but formulate a list of the ten things you hated about him.

A/N: Okay so, I will admit this is longer than I anticipated, my bad. Mark has been stuck in my head and this was my way of getting him out. Basically, each part is a snip bit/ scene from the day named in bold. *This is very very very minimally edited

“Who the hell is that?” was not the most flattering thing someone could say when being given a free tutor. Hell, it wasn’t a flattering thing to say under any circumstance. Yet, there you were, walking slowly towards your literature class’s resident idiot, Mark.

“Me, I’m Y/N,” he looked you up and down, frowning slightly before looking back at the professor. The boy seemed to always believe that his opinions mattered to anyone but himself. He was always screaming his misconstrued thoughts during class or more likely not showing up at all, and everything about him seemed to piss you off.

Maybe it was the way he spoke to people, always assuming he was in the right. Or, maybe it was the fact that he spoke period, always rambling about absolutely nothing while the class was engaged in relevant and important conversation. More likely, it was the permanent grin etched on his face, as if nothing could touch him, not even the failing grade he was receiving in this class.

“Mark, this is quite literally your last shot because there is seriously nothing else I can do for you,” you tuned out the rest of the conversation, only raising an eyebrow once you heard that Mark wouldn’t be able to pass without a certain score on the final.

“And you really should thank Y/N, there are other students she could be helping,” your eyes shot up at the mention of your name, blushing lightly as the men looked at you.

It wasn’t as if you had volunteered to tutor Mark specifically. You had been tutoring since high school and figured it was the perfect work-study job to take up. Except you didn’t choose who to tutor, only which subjects. Unfortunately, literature happened to be one of them, and Mark happened to suck at it.

“Now, both of you get out of here,” he pointed to the doorway with a slight smirk on his face as Mark trudged away clearly annoyed.

“We can work Monday, Wednesday, and Friday until the test. We can meet up at the library,” you offered, following after the boy who seemed to only quicken his pace. Jerk.

“Not Friday, that’s a busy day,” he shrugged, looking at everything but you.

“The test is three weeks from today and judging by your, uhm previous scores, you need all the time you can get,” the boy whipped around at that statement, raising his brow at you. You didn’t understand why he seemed so shocked, you were only telling the truth.

“Fine, catch you later,” His eyes were looking behind you, focused on something else before he finally walked away from you.

That was another thing that bothered you, he never made eye contact. It was like no one was worth the time of day to him.

“What are you looking at,” A familiar arm snaked its way around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest as you prepared to go home. You smelled the familiar scent of aftershave and light cologne that immediately brought a smile to your face.

“You’ll never guess who I have to tutor,” you looked up at your best friend, Haechan, grinning at his confused face. Haechan had been your best friend since you were kids in the sandbox and since then, wherever he was you were likely right beside him.

“Let’s go eat, and you can tell me all about it,” He spun you around, walking you towards the exit.

“Maybe you’re being too hard on him,” the boy suggested, playing with his food before taking a bite. That was his habit whenever you ate together, he would mull over his food as if building a masterpiece before devouring an entire plate in a few bites.

“What do you mean?” You furrowed your brows at the statement.

“I mean, I dunno, maybe don’t judge a book by its cover and stuff,” A slight blush rose to his cheeks as he realized how cringey what he had said was. His eyes met yours for a split second before you both let out a few synchronized chuckles.

“That was so bad, Chan,” you reached over to poke his cheek, laughing even harder as his cheeks became a deeper shade of red.

“I mean seriously, can you even name ten things you don’t like about him?” He asked, suddenly raising his brows in a challenging manner.

“Honestly, I could name ten things I hate about him,” you admitted, taking a bite of your food to punctuate your point. He only shook his head in disapproval as a response before continuing.

“Get back to me in a few weeks, I bet you’ll even end up friends. He seems nice from what I’ve heard” he sent a knowing wink your way before calling the waitress over.

As he began talking to the waitress, his question was still lingering in your mind. Ten things you hated about Mark. You already had certain attributes running around in your head, but you wondered how many more you were going to add to your list.

1. I hate that he is inconsiderate

[Monday]

It was only the first day of your study sessions with Mark, and of course he was late. You were sitting at your usual table in the corner of the library, checking your phone for the nth time. He was almost an hour late and you were anything but surprised. The boy didn’t strike you as the type to keep his word.

“Hey, tutor girl,” The voice struck you from your thoughts, coming from someone you didn’t think you’d see today.

“Mark,” You nodded towards the seat across from you, opening the textbook you had sat in front of you. The boy sat silently, a smug grin painted across his face as he looked at you, eyes focused above your head.

“I had something pop up, sorry about that man,” even his apologies were insincere and annoying. You almost wanted to toss the coffee drink in his hands into the trash, but you found it in yourself to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Whatever, let's just get started,” He nodded in response, glancing down at your textbook with a look of uncertainty, “Did you bring your textbook?” It was then that you realized that he hadn’t brought anything with him, not even a pencil. Of course he was unprepared.

“It’s fine, use mine,” You turned yours around towards him before pointing towards a specific chapter. He nodded in response before flicking his eyes back up in your general direction.

“Today, we’ll start with the basics of analyzing a text. We’ll do ethos, pathos, and logos. It’s pretty simple but it’s gonna help with the essay portion,” You rambled on for a few minutes about the basis of arguments and speeches. His eyes were in the book but you couldn't tell if he was understanding or not. Throughout your explanation, you could see his leg shaking and his fingers tapping on the table.

“Is there anything you want me to go over?” his eyes were still glued to the book as he looked back up at you. He was smiling, as usual, but something about the look in his eye told you that he was utterly confused.

“No, Uh, I think I understand,” His taps became a bit more intense until he realized you were watching him and stopped.

“It’s okay if you don't,” you said mindlessly, “I’m here to help,” as much as you weren’t a fan of Mark, you wanted him to do well. It was a part of the reason you liked tutoring. Seeing someone work hard for something, and helping them get there was one of the best feelings in the world.

“It’s fine,” he shrugged, smiling wider. You didn’t understand why he didn’t just say he needed help since it was literally your job, but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“Let’s go over it one more time, for my sake,” you went over the material again, using more examples, even some from popular music to explain the definitions he didn’t understand.

“I mean, I already understood, but I get it, more,” He said sheepishly, rubbing his face in his hand. You smiled a bit at the light pink color growing on his cheeks as you switched subjects.

“Okay, I believe you. We have some more material to cover though. Since you’re picking it up so quickly,” you smirked at the last statement, flipping the textbook in front of him to the correct page. You ignored his groan of despair, instead continuing the lesson you had planned.

You had believed after the first lesson, he might be easy to work with, but eventually, you were proved wrong. Mark was an absolute menace. His incessant taps on the table, glances around the room, random babbling, and absolute lack of interest in what you said, was pissing you off. Even the librarian had walked over to tell him to be quiet.

“Let’s take a break,” he suggested, running a hand through his hair.

“It’s been thirty minutes, Mark,” you rolled your eyes, pointing back at the sheet in front of you. He seemed to lose focus often, so you decided making him take notes might help.

“I know, but honestly my brain is full,” he whined, sending puppy dog eyes your way. Usually, you would have been able to say no, but his puckered lip and innocent eyes were beginning to sway you.

“Fine, ten minutes,” you gave in to a smiling mark, who shot his fist up in excitement. He leaned back in his chair, looking into space with a look you couldn’t decipher. He was visibly deep in thought and you were beginning to feel very awkward as time went on.

“Tutor girl, yeah she’s tutoring me

I wanna go home cause that’s the place to be,

Wherever I am, the vibe is nice,

Cause I’m cool like ice,” he went on and on rambling random rhymes with the biggest smile on his face. Nothing would have made you happier than saying that it sounded terrible, and while the rhymes themselves were ridiculous, his voice had a certain addictive vibe that made you want to keep listening.

He suddenly stopped, grinning at your lack of words “Shocked into silence, they say I have that effect on people,” he smirked nonchalantly eliciting a groan of annoyance from you.

“I don’t know who ‘they’ are, but your ten minutes are up,”

“What! It’s been like three at most,” he complained, dropping his head in annoyance.

“Well, at least stop being so loud,” you rolled your eyes at the boy, who lit up once again.

You sat in silence for a few seconds before he finally spoke, “Why are you so uptight, tutor girl?” The nickname was really beginning to bug you and so was the boy sitting across from you.

“I have a name you know,” you finally comment, ignoring his question. You were fiddling with your fingers under the table, doing anything to keep your mind off of the uncomfortable question he had asked.

“I know, Y/N,” Your eyes shot up at the mention of your name, almost giving you whiplash.

“So, why do you call me that?”

“It’s just a nickname,” he shrugged lightly before beginning to beatbox. He was like a child with the shortest attention span you had seen on anyone above the age of fifteen.

“It’s definitely been ten minutes now,” you pushed his paper towards him before beginning the next lesson.

2. I hate that he really is a mystery

[thursday]

“I’ve never been here,” You commented, looking up at your very tall friend, Johnny opening the door for you. He was a few years older than you but you ended up bonding through the tutoring center you both worked at.

The building was a typical cafe with a warm mocha toned interior. It had bookcases lining one wall with two big grandpa chairs watching over the small tables littered around the room. The place was relatively empty, with only a few people taking up two tables near the bookshelves. It was super cozy and inviting which made you question why you hadn’t been there sooner.

“Really? A lot of people from school come here,” you only nodded in response, following the boy towards the register.

Once inside, you immediately walked to the baked goods section, eyeing the various desserts.

You were glad Johnny called. You had been stressed out, from your mom riding you about job applications, classes reaching finals time, tutoring Mark, etc etc. It felt like as you got older the weight on your shoulders got heavier and heavier. Everyone in your life needed you to decide on your future and you just weren’t there yet. You couldn't even decide on a pastry let alone where you wanted to be in ten years.

“Are you ready to order?” Johnny tapped your shoulder, pulling you away from your thoughts.

“Sure,” you nodded, masking the sadness the thoughts had brought on.

You watched as the older boy tapped the service bell before peering over the counter. “Someone’s coming,” he said, leaning back.

“Hey Johnny, what can I get ya today,” the familiar voice caused your eyes to bulge as you looked up at the owner.

“Tutor girl?”

“Mark,” you mumbled quietly, nodding in his direction. It seemed as if your problems followed you everywhere.

“You two know each other?”Johnny asked with a grin.

Mark answered quickly “We take lit together,” you frowned at the lack of mentioning the fact that you were his tutor.

“Ah okay,”

“How do you two know each other?” you asked, only half caring.

“We’ve been friends since his freshman year,” The older boy explained.

“Anyway, what do you want bro?” Mark asked informally, smile bright as he got ready to punch the buttons on the screen in front of him.

“I’ll have an americano, give me like two extra shots,” Johnny looked at you, waiting for your order as Mark tapped on the screen.

“Can I get an americano and a chocolate croissant,”

“Sure,” the younger boy said absentmindedly.

Johnny reached into his wallet before you could even say anything, looking down at you with a “don’t argue” look. You were used to him paying whenever you went out together or even with other friends, even though you always put up a fight.

“Don’t worry about it,” Mark said, pushing Johnny’s card back at him, “on the house,” he explained.

“You sure?”

“Yeah don’t worry about it,”

“Thank you,” you smiled sincerely, surprised by the gesture.

“He never pays for me,” Johnny said, chuckling as if it were an inside joke before he began looking for a seat.

He finally selected a table in the corner with two chairs beside it, right next to a window. You sat down in the chair, giving the place a once over again. Something had caught your eye this time. You watched as the dark-haired boy darted around behind the register, preparing your drinks expertly.

“I didn’t know he worked here,” You mumbled absentmindedly, still watching the boy work.

“Yeah, he works at a restaurant too,” Johnny commented, smiling knowingly in your direction. You furrowed your brows as you looked back at him. You didn’t know he had one job, let alone two.

“Oh,” was all you said, leaving it at that. It seemed like Mark really was a mystery to you. You knew virtually nothing about him. Something about that fact gave you an unsettling feeling that you were too stubborn to think about any further.

3. I hate that he asks too many questions

[Friday]

“I don’t want to gooo,” you whined, fighting against Haechan who was currently pushing you towards the library.

“It’s only the third day. You’re such a baby,” You could practically hear his eyes roll as he stopped in front of the door. He had given you a ride to the library, as he always would if he had time.

“Am not,”

“Are too,”

“Am not,”

“Are too,”

“Am not,” Despite how childish it was, you literally stamped your foot, leading to a laughing fit from the two of you.

“I can’t believe you,” he sighed, lightly shoving you.

“I’m very mature though, on a serious-,” you suddenly stopped speaking as you noticed he wasn’t looking at you anymore, “what is it?” you turned on your heel only to be met with the infamous boy himself.

“Am I too early?” he looked down at his phone with furrowed brows before looking back at you.

“No, you’re actually on time,” you didn’t mean to come off as passive-aggressive but judging from Mark’s raised brows, you did.

You watched as Haechan reached out to shake Mark’s hand with a friendly smile and a quick mutter of his name. Mark responded by smiling awkwardly before finally reciprocating the gesture. “I’m Mark,” he introduced himself with his world-famous grin before flicking his gaze in your direction.

It was silent for a few moments before Haechan finally said something, “I’ll leave you guys to it,” he smiled one last time, sending you a mischievous look before leaving the two of you alone.

“You ready?” he asked, reaching up to grab the nape of his neck awkwardly. You quickly noticed the Jansport backpack he was sporting. It was a small thing but something about the fact that he came prepared made you feel weird.

“Uhh, yeah,” you opened the door to the library, walking quickly to the usual spot in the corner, Mark trudging quietly behind you.

“I made some flashcards for you,” You began, reaching into your bag and pulling out the index cards that you had put on a binder ring.

“Thanks,” he took the cards from your hand with a smile.

“So that guy’s your boyfriend?” he asked casually while shuffling through the cards.

You jaw all but dropped in shock as you fumbled to find the right words, “absolutely not,” you finally said, “he’s like a brother,” you clarified, waiting for his reaction.

The question made you feel uneasy coming from his mouth. It seemed random and very odd considering neither one of you had ever discussed anything personal.

“Oh, okay. You seem close,” he commented, continuing to look through the flashcards.

“We are, but uh, today lets just talk about your essay structure,” you changed the subject promptly, noticing the grin that was solidifying on his face.

Ten minutes later you could already tell he was distracted, judging by his taps on the table that were rapidly reaching a fever pitch.

He looked in your direction suddenly, “What do you want to do, tutor girl, like after graduation”

Mark asked you the question like it was the most casual thing to say, like it was comparable to “how was your day” or “what kind of coffee do you like.” No one had really asked you that before, what you wanted to do.

“uh, I’m not sure honestly,” you were unsure of why you were even entertaining the conversation. Had it been asked a few days ago you might have just rolled your eyes and answered with the generic response you had been trained to use.

“Really? You seem like the type to plan everything a hundred steps ahead,”

You quirked your eyebrow up in surprise “What’s that supposed to mean,”

A light blush found its way onto his cheeks as he stumbled over his words, “No, it’s just that you, like, seem put together, like you know what you want,” he clarified.

The notion confused you to an extent. You never knew what you wanted. You had spent so long doing what people told you that you should do, that you barely even thought about what you wanted. Honestly speaking, you had only started tutoring because your mother told you it would look good on college applications. You had just so happened to actually end up enjoying it. That was the real reason you always did everything the same way and were what Mark called ‘uptight’.

“I don’t,” you admitted, “I have a hard time knowing what I want,” you trailed off quietly before asking him the same question.

“I want to pursue music, but I’m not sure if it’s practical,” he said shrugging.

“It isn’t practical,” you agreed, smiling lightly at the shocked face Mark sent you, “but if it’s something you want to do, it’s worth trying,” you finished, watching as Mark let out a breath.

He sighed, “I wish it were that easy,” his table tapping picked up a slow pace. You nodded in agreement, realizing that you were in a similar predicament. “Well, what do you like to do?” he asked suddenly.

“You ask a lot of questions,” you replied simply, playing with the seam of your jeans.

4. I hate that he’s unbelievably stubborn

[Monday]

“Mark, honestly we can just reschedule,” You watched as the boy shook his head, jumping from his previous position.

“No, I’m fine,” he shook his head a few times before gesturing in your direction for you to continue.

The boy kept nodding off throughout your lesson and showing obvious signs that he was in no way capable of learning anything. His eyes were bloodshot as if he hadn’t slept all weekend, his eye bags were at least three shades darker than usual, and most importantly he wasn’t making any noises at all. Not even his usual incessant table taps.

“Mark, you did pretty well on the practice quiz, you can take the day off,” you tried to reason with the boy whose eyes were barely open. It looked like he was sleeping with his eyes open.

“No no, y/n,” him using your real name made you feel weird and told you that he was definitely not in the right mind. “You came all the way here, let’s just start,”

You chuckled lightly at his groggy and barely comprehensible voice as you closed your books.

“Why are you so tired anyway? Did you work over the weekend?” you found yourself actually curious about his answer, not just asking something random for the sake of it not being awkward.

He answered simply, trying his best to hide a yawn, “yep,”

You shook your head disapprovingly before finally speaking, “Alright this is what we’re going to do. One more practice test and then please go home and do us both a favor and go to sleep,”

“I don’t want to be an inconvenience,” he admitted, sitting upright.

“You’re more of an inconvenience this way because I can't tutor someone who can’t even spell their own name,” I tapped on the corner of his notes, where he had written his name as “mar” leaving the last letter off.

“Fine,” he said finally, lifting his hoodie off of his head.

“You’re so god damn stubborn,” you whispered mostly to yourself.

“I can hear you, y’know,” you smiled at his remark before setting a practice test in front of him.

5. I hate that he sees what no one else does

[Friday]

“Yes, mom,” you paused for a moment, waiting for your mother’s usual rant about how you never did anything right, and how at your age she was already starting her own business, yada yada, the usual.

“I know,” pause, “I sent them out last week, remember?” pause, “I will,”

“Hey, tutor girl,” Mark greeted, taking his usual seat in front of you. He had a concerned look on his face as he noticed you were on the phone having an unpleasant conversation.

You pulled the phone away from your face, “I’ll be right back,” you shot him a small generic smile before walking outside of the building.

“Y/N if you don’t get it together, I’m going to-” your mother’s voice could be heard despite the fact that you had pulled the phone away from your face.

“I’m in the middle of a tutoring session, I have to call you back later,” you interrupted, pressing the hang-up button soon after.

You took a few long breaths before plastering a smile onto your face and walking back inside the building. You could feel Mark’s eyes on you as you walked towards him trying your best to keep up a strong facade.

“Are you okay,” the concern in his voice as you looked at him almost wiped the smile off of your face.

“I’m fine, let’s get started,”

“It’s okay if you’re not. You can tell me about it,” he paused for a few moments, tapping on the table as he usually did, “I can tell you’re you aren’t,”

“It’s nothing, let’s just start,” you waved your hand in dismissal.

“If that’s what you want,” he phrased it more like a question than a statement.

“So, today let’s talk about how point of view affects the entire story,” you began your explanation, the fake smile long gone as you gave examples from the required reading. Mark seemed only half interested in what you were saying, which was usually normal, except today you could feel his eyes glued to your face while yours were in the book as you gestured to certain sentences.

You were not in the mood for his antics and as time passed he was truly starting to bug you. “What!? What are you looking at?” you whisper-yelled in his direction. You found yourself feeling immediately guilty as the boy looked at you in complete and utter shock. His lips had slightly parted into an ‘o’ shape and his brows were slightly raised. His cheeks had even begun turning into a deep red.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t-” he mumbled, trailing off at the end.

You raised your hand to your head, feeling a headache coming on, “no, I’m sorry. Honestly, I’m a little stressed out,” you admitted.

“It’s okay, you can talk to me about it. Like, if you want,” he looked at you expectantly, with a concerned expression adorning his face.

“It’s just my mom. She has a lot of expectations for me. It’s stressful sometimes, y’know,” he nodded at your words, waiting for you to continue, “It’s overwhelming. I don’t really know what to do. It’s like she’s been controlling my life for so long that I don’t even know what I want to do without her telling me,” you finished.

It felt good letting it all out, and for some reason, you felt comfortable telling Mark about it. He seemed to really listen to you, like he actually cared.

“Have you ever talked to her about it?” he asked.

“No, she’s not the best listener,” he nodded again.

“Then I think right now all you can do is try to figure out what you actually want for yourself. Like what’s something you really want to do? Like bucket list stuff,” he asked with wide eyes.

“I dunno, maybe a road trip,” you said the first thing that came to mind, mentally slapping yourself at how lame the answer was. “I’ve never really been anywhere,” you explained simply. “Kind of lame,”

He shook his head, “It's not lame if it’s something you want.” You only nodded in response.

“What you want is important, Y/N. Even if you don't know exactly what that is yet.”

6. I hate that he is everywhere

[monday]

“It’s not my fault,” Haechan rolled his eyes at your shocked expression as he spoke.

“Haechan,” you said slowly, “I really shouldn’t have to explain it to you,” you shook your head in his direction.

You were walking down the main commons area in your school, killing time before your next class.

“If someone says to you, hey! Can I borrow your hanger, how am I supposed to guess that they’ll-” he stopped speaking suddenly, a smile breaking out on his face, “look there’s your boy,” he nodded slightly in the direction ahead of you.

You looked up, almost immediately spotting Mark. He was smiling brightly as he spoke to a girl beside him. She looked to be familiar, maybe from the year below you. You watched as they laughed together, heads falling back as if they were in a movie. You had to admit, they made a cute couple.

“He’s not my boy,” you shoved your friend with light force, ignoring the tight feeling in your chest.

“Don’t worry, pretty sure she’s dating Jeno. Actually no, I’m super sure, every time I see them, they’re sucking face,” he grimaces at the notion, furrowing his brows tightly as if remembering the image vividly.

You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, “Why would I worry?”

“Okay, y/n,” he matched your expression, shrugging in the same way you did.

7. I hate that his car smells just like him

[Tuesday]

“No it’s fine, I’ll just find a way home,” you glanced at Mark, whose eyes were on you already. “No, Haechan don’t worry about it. I’ll text you later,” you hung the phone up and looked up at the boy ahead of you.

After you opened up to Mark the previous week, he had begun taking a seat next to you in class. It seemed like you had become friends, or acquaintances at least. That felt weird to even think about. You and Mark were friends? No, acquaintances, you were just acquaintances.

“Everything okay?” he asked, gathering his belongings.

“Yea, I just have to walk home,” you answered absentmindedly before standing.

“I can, like, give you a ride,” he offered nonchalantly, standing in front of you.

“You drive?”

He smirked at the question, “just got a new car,”

“Okay then, if it’s no trouble,” you agreed, nodding at him. It was super weird how comfortable you were around him now. There were still things you very much disliked about him, but getting to know him had shown you that there were some things you hadn’t known at all.

“Alright,” he smiled in your general direction before leading the way. You had grown used to his quick pace, keeping up with ease now.

“It’s nice right,” he pats the old black car lightly, as if he was afraid something would fall off.

“Super nice,” you agreed with a grin.

You both walked to your respective sides and slid into your seats quietly. You were immediately hit with the smell of watermelon air freshener and the cologne Mark usually wore.

“You can put your address in,” he pointed to the GPS on the car and you promptly typed it in.

There was a lasting awkward silence after that, Mark focusing diligently on driving while you were focused on counting the red cars that went by. You wondered how long it would take for someone to say something. Eventually, Mark just put on the radio, hoping to fill the silence.

He winced slightly at the country song that began playing, “You wanna hear one of my songs,” he said suddenly, a small smile accompanying his words.

“Sure,” you were actually curious, seeing as you had never heard him rap seriously, only hearing his mumbles when he was bored.

“Press the acronym one,” he said, handing you his phone, eyes still trained on the road. It was almost comical how focused he was while driving whereas during tutoring sessions he was always distracted.

“Que-tay, uhm, qwe-ta,” you tried pronouncing the acronym, eliciting a laughing fit from Mark. His laugh was so innocent you couldn’t help but smile along even though you didn’t know what was so funny.

“Key-tah,” he finally said with a smile.

“Ah,” you nodded, turning the volume up.

The song started off subtly, with a chill beat that matched the atmosphere in the car. You could see Mark’s light blush peeking from your peripheral as the song went on. By the time the second verse began, Mark was humming along before finally fully rapping alongside himself. Again, you were reminded of how addictive his voice was.

He seemed so passionate at that moment, so confident. He was showing a side to himself that you hadn’t seen before. Someone so comfortable where he was. Someone truly in their element.

“I get why you want to do music,” you commented as the song ended.

“Why?”

“You love it. I can tell. It’s like more than just a career for you, it’s a part of you,” you said matter of factly. The statement confused you to some degree. You had never seen someone so comfortable in their element. You hated to admit it but you were even a little jealous.

He smiled at that notion, “It is a part of me. Ever since I was young, my dad taught me how to play guitar and that really just jump started my love for it.” You nodded in understanding before picking a random Frank Ocean song on his playlist.

“You should come to my showcase next week, I just got offered a spot today,” he said suddenly. You were completely shocked that he had asked you.

“You can bring your friend, I think our whole class is going. It’s supposed to be an end of finals celebration” ah, everyone was going.

“Okay,” you accepted simply, heat rushing to your cheeks for an unknown reason.

“just put your number in my phone, I’ll send the details later,”

The car ride from then on was more comfortable. What was once an awkward silence had become a relaxed atmosphere where you and Mark would chat about random things like the music on his playlist or the watermelon screensaver on his phone.

8. I hate that he thinks can pull one over on me

[wednesday]

“tutor girl, what’s up?” Mark crashed down into the seat in front of you, setting down a drink carrier from his cafe and a bag.

“Hi, Mark,” you greeted with a smile, shaking your head at his noisy entrance.

“Here you go,” he pushed an Iced Americano in your direction, following with the white bag.

“Oh, thank you, you didn’t have to get me anything,” you watched the smile on his face widen as he shook his head.

“It’s the least I could I could do for my favorite tutor,” your felt your cheeks get hot until you remembered one very important detail.

“I’m your only tutor, and you still have to take the full practice test,” you said sternly, putting the straw in the coffee quickly.

“Come on,” he whined out before starting a whole argumentative speech about how the practice tests were annoying.

9. I hate that he doubts himself

[thursday]

“I mean, and I say this with full respect,” Mark began, “I truly don’t think I’m going to do that well,” he admitted, toying with the drawstring of his hoodie.

“Mark, just because you say with full respect, doesn’t make it more respectful,” you said with a grin, “but seriously, you’ve been doing so well on your practice quizzes. Over 60% every time, which is way better than what we started with,” you admitted, wincing a bit at the last statement you let slip out.

“Still, that’s not a passing grade,” he shrugged, utterly defeated as he picked up the essay rubric from his desk. His usual brighter than the sun smile had disappeared, leaving you feeling uncomfortably cold.

“Honestly your lack of trust in my tutoring skills is beginning to annoy me,”

“No, dude, I trust you,” your eyes flew to him at that statement. He was still pondering over the paper in front of him as he continued, “I just feel like I suck at this stupid subject,” he threw the paper back onto the table at that statement.

You found yourself giving a pep talk without even a second thought “No, you don’t. You’re caught on quickly. You’re so smart but you need to stop second-guessing yourself. You’re going to do well. Even better than well because you have my help.”

“Thanks, tutor girl. I appreciate you,” you could tell he was sincere because he had met your eyes, even if just for a split second. It was the first time he had ever looked you in your eyes and it was making you feel things.

“I’m serious though, you are way smarter than you give yourself credit for, and you should know that you are no matter what score you get on this stupid test,” you finish, grinning as the smile returned on his face.

“Okay,” he nodded lightly as he stood waiting for you to join him.

You chuckled lightly at the boy as you looked up at him, “What is it, Mark?” he had a sheepish look on his face as if he was nervous about something other than the obvious.

“uhm well,” He was looking intently at you when you didn’t notice, waiting for any signs that he was annoying you.

“Actually, there’s something I was going to ask you,” a light blush found its way onto his cheeks as he spoke. You nodded in his direction waiting for whatever he had to say, looking up to find his eyes on you.

At that moment you noticed almost like for the first time how pretty his eyes were. They were so doe-like and innocent, you couldn’t stop staring.

To outsiders, you both would have seemed very odd as you stood just staring at each other.

“Well, I-”

“Y/N, hurry- oh shoot, sorry,” Haechan’s voice rang from the doorway, pulling you out of whatever trance you had been in.

“I’m almost done,” you widened your eyes in Haechan’s direction for emphasis, looking back at Mark who had already looked away. “What were you saying, Mark?”

He smiled lightly for a moment, “Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing important,”

You furrowed your brows lightly, “You sure.”

“Yeah, we’ll talk later,”

10. I hate that I don’t hate him

[Friday]

“I told you so,” Haechan was grinning ear to ear as he joined you on your walk to class.

“I could name ten things I hate about him, yeah right,” He laughed to himself suddenly, mocking your old statement. “Imagine my shock seeing your face a few inches away from his. I should’ve taken a picture.”

“Shut up,” you pushed him lightly, finally reaching the door to the lit class.

“I’ll see you afterwards, good luck,” he said, sending you a final wave before walking away.

It was the test date and you were sure that Mark was nervous. As soon as you got into the room, you noticed his fingers tapping violently on the desk, his single mechanical pencil clattering as it jumped around. He was there early, earlier than you were and that was saying something. The room was empty except for the two of you, even despite you being only about fifteen minutes early.

“Mark,” you had to call his name a second time to get his attention. “Mark, relax,” you took the seat next to him and swiftly grabbed his chattering hand in your own. You watched as his leg began bouncing up and down as if it were mocking the pencil’s previous movement, “Mark, breathe,” his eyes were glued to something in the distance, his breath labored.

“Shit, I’m not prepared,” he muttered quietly, “I should have done another quiz,” he breathed out. “and I can’t fucking breathe,” he clenched his brows at the last statement, his breathing coming out as quick huffs.

“Look at me, Mark,” you reached up to turn his chin towards you. “I think you’re having an anxiety attack,” you said the words slowly, hoping to not make it any worse.

“You have to breathe, I’m right here and I’m not going to let go of you,” you squeezed lightly on his hand to emphasize your words.

“You’ve studied and studied. You’ve worked hard. You’re going to do well. All you have to do now is relax and breathe. In and out,” his eyes were glued to yours before he finally closed them altogether and began taking slow deep breaths.

“I’m here with you, and we’re both going to destroy this thing,” he nodded slowly at your words, opening them a few minutes later as his breathing reached a normal pace and his leg stopped bouncing.

You released his hand in the next second, sending him a small smile.

“I’m glad you’re with me,” was the last thing he said before people began filing into the room.

[Monday]

“I know what you’ve all been waiting for. I have your graded finals,” Your professor had waited until the end of the day to finally share the news, leaving everyone anxious.

It was utterly silent as he passed them around, only the sound of him saying a quick “see me after class,” to Mark, who immediately winced at the statement. You couldn’t help but furrow your brows in confusion, noticing that Mark hadn’t received his test back.

“Class is dismissed,” he pointed towards the doorway after delivering the final test, smiling lightly at the people whose arms were thrown up in celebration.

Your score wasn’t that big of a surprise, you had gotten what was expected of you. You were way more interested in Mark. So you decided to wait outside the door, watching as students filed out.

It seemed like hours had passed while you were waiting for him. You mindlessly scrolled through your phone, completely missing the sounds of someone walking up to you, that someone being Mark himself.

You yelped in surprise as you were lifted off of your feet and spun around in the air.

“What the hell,” was all you said as the boy set you down.

“Y/N, Look!” he exclaimed, handing you the test with a huge eighty-five percent scribbled in red on the top right corner of the sheet.

“Mark, I told you, you could do it,” you hugged the smiling boy, grinning brightly at him.

“I couldn’t have without you, Y/N,” the sincerity in his eyes as they bore into your own was making you melt on the spot.

“No more tutor girl?” you asked, grin never falling.

“You’ll always be tutor girl but, uh,” he paused as if deep in thought for a moment, “I really like spending time with you. I think it will be weird not seeing you all the time,” you nodded in agreement, realizing that the semester had ended, meaning it was summer break.

“Well, we’re friends now right. We can still hang out,” you offered, watching as the boy looked down with a look you couldn’t decipher.

“Um, I know we’re friends, but,” he stepped a little closer to you, “I was wondering like, y’know if it’s possible, if you maybe wanna,” he continued to stumble over his words. You couldn’t help but smile at his very awkward, very cute way of asking you what you already knew he was getting at.

“Mark, do you want to go out sometime,” you finally blurted, chuckling at his pink face.

“Yes, I would like that a lot,” he said nodding.

“I don’t know if you knew but uhm, I mean it was before, but basically um, I’m sorry I judged you before, Mark,” you apologized suddenly watching as he shook his head in dismissal. It had been on your mind for a while even despite him not knowing.

“I knew you felt that way before. That’s kind of why I was so like reluctant to have you as my tutor,” he grabbed your hand and squeezed lightly.

“That’s why you were so weird the day he told us,” you nodded in understanding remembering the look Mark gave you when you were first introduced, as if you spat in his drink. In his defense you deserved it.

“Honestly, yeah,” he confessed, “but in your defense, I am kind of an acquired taste,”

“That’s not an excuse. I was an idiot,” you admitted, “Mark, you’re amazing,” he smiled lightly at your last statement, taking the time to just look at you. His brown eyes were like a pool, drawing you in until you sank, unable to stop staring.

He reached out, cupping your cheek with his hand before speaking, “Can I kiss you?”

You only nodded in response, waiting patiently as he lowered his head towards your face until he was less than a centimeter away. It felt like hours had passed until his lips grazed yours, allowing a tingling sensation to move throughout your body.

In a flash, your arms were around his neck and he was holding onto you delicately, like you would break if he was too rough. He tasted like a mixture of mint and watermelon gum. His warm foresty and floral scent was filling your senses, actively intoxicating you as his lips moved against yours rhythmically. The kiss was greater than any apology you could have given him since it was full of the emotion you couldn’t fully articulate. Mark was fully focused on you in the moment, lips moving against yours like a magnet.

“I told you to become friends, not make out in public,” you heard Haechan’s voice interrupt, causing you to immediately pull away from the boy in front of you. You couldn’t help but laugh uncontrollably at Haechan's mortified face and Mark’s intense blush.

“Sorry,” Mark muttered quietly, smiling as he looked down at you.

Haechan walked towards the older boy, looping a hand around his shoulder as he spoke, “Y’know, I always saw this coming. She said she didn’t like you, but a best friend always knows,” you could only shake your head as Mark looked back at you as if asking for help. You could hear Haechan going on and on about his premonitions as you trailed behind the two boys, feeling a sense of happiness you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Mark was someone you could never see yourself with. He was loud, always distracted, obnoxious, stubborn, and mysterious. But he was also kind, deliberate, hard-working, smart, infectiously positive, and beautiful. You didn’t know when the thought struck you, but as you looked up at the brunette boy walking ahead you finally knew what you wanted. You wanted him by your side for as long as possible.

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Hidden Gem Chapter 2

The next morning you had woken up in a daze and when you looked at the mirror you panicked at the sight. Your eyes were swollen and your eyes still had a hint of red. You knew Haytham would be displeased by your appearance so you rushed to get some cold water to bring down the swelling but Haytham was at your door when you opened it.

“Haytham! I- uh- was going to get some water and-”

Haytham raised his hand to stop you from talking, “You look like you barely slept.” He looked at your eyes closer and you saw a small grimace, “Hurry and get ready, Your fiance will be here soon and I don’t believe he will be pleased by your state.”

You nodded and rushed to the nearest water basin in the washroom to freshen up. Soon you were in your new dress, wearing the necklace you had been given, and had a small amount of make up done to show your natural beauty.

When Haytham saw you in your room, he smiled, “Beautiful.” He hugged you close, “I know this is what is best for you. I am sure you will be happy.”

“Thank you.” Was all you could say as you hesitantly hugged back.

“He is just as eager to meet you.” Haytham said holding your hand and pulling you to the living room, “I am sure you will do your best and uphold yourself as an astounding lady.”

As you rounded the door frame you paused when you saw the back of the gentleman’s head. He didn’t look familiar to you so you were slightly relieved that it wasn’t someone you knew in the colonies.

“Allow me to introduce you,” Haytham started as the man stood up and walked around the couch to stand in front of both of you, “to one of my most trusted men, Shay Patrick Cormac.”

You curtsied, “It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Cormac.”

Shay eyed the necklace you wore and smiled, “Just call me Shay.” He reached out for your hand and lay a short kiss, “It is a pleasure to meet my beloved.”

A small blush crawled on your cheeks. Both of you stood in a bit of an awkward silence until Haytham cleared his throat and gave you a side glance.

“Oh! Please allow me to take you to your chambers. I am sure you are tired after a long trip.” You said trying to remember every piece of dialogue you had to memorize.

“That’s awfully kind of you.” Shay said holding out his arm so you could grab it and pull him away.

As both of you walked towards one of the upstairs rooms you remembered something and looked up towards Shay, “I wanted to thank you for the necklace you sent.”

You felt Shay’s stop and look at you for a sec, “You make the necklace look good.” You let out a soft giggle as he continued, “Never take it off.”

The tone in his voice was familiar to one Haytham used. An order. That’s what it sounded like to you. You didn’t resist and simply nodded. Once you both reached his room you both entered and helped Shay out of his coat.

“Would you like any tea?” You asked quietly.

“No but a bit of ale if you have any.” He stated.

“Of course.” You said turning on your heel, “I will return shortly.”

You hurried away to the kitchen where Haytham was waiting already knowing Shay’s drinking patterns.

“You’ve done well so far.” He stated as you grabbed the small tray from him, “Do not forget to give him his gift later.”

“Yes sir.”

You rushed back and when you arrived you opened the door only to see Shay had taken off his shirt.

“I-I’m sorry!” You blushed and were about to close the door when you heard him laugh.

“It’s alright.” He walked over and took the beverage from you, “Thank you.”

“Please don’t hesitate to call me should you need anything.”

You closed the door and went back to the kitchen where you began to prepare that night’s dinner.

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You did your best to remain interested in the conversation but most of the things they talked about was about overseas business. You cleared the table once you noticed all the plates were empty and brought out dessert.

“I see you still have that sweet tooth of yours Master Kenway.”

“Never you mind my sweet tooth.” Haytham looked at you as he took a bit from his chocolate cake, “I believe (Y/N) has something for you.”

You hurried off to the kitchen and brought back a silver platter covered by a lid. You were careful as you walked towards Shay and placed it in front of him.

“I hope you like it.” You stated as you grabbed the top of the lid and lifted it.

Shay’s eyes widened, “Is... this the Morrigan made of chocolate?”

“Y-yes.” You stuttered as you watched Shay stand.

You were briefly embraced in a hug and he went back to his seat as he admired the chocolate sculpture.

The rest of the night went on without a hitch. Soon, everyone bid their goodnights and went off to bed. Again, sleep evaded you and you decided to just walk a bit to try to tire yourself out. When you turned a corridor, you heard faint whispers coming from Haytham’s office.

“Y-- --e -- -a-- h-r -o ----ce.”

You did your best not to make a sound as you approached.

“Are you sure? She’s like a daughter to you isn’t she?” You heard Shay ask.

“This is what she was brought up to do.” Haytham assured, “Once this is done the order’s purpose will continue well into the future.”

“I will do my best to care for her there. She has already shown to be a good match.” Shay bowed, “When shall I depart with her?”

“2 week from now. I’m sure you are tired from your travel and we need to talk business regarding your accomplishments overseas.” Haytham took a sip of tea.

“What if she doesn’t want to come with me?” Shay asked.

“This isn’t her choice to make.” Haytham stated flatly.

You walked away and headed straight for your room. You began to hyperventilate because of what you heard. A mix of anger and sadness welled inside you.

“I don’t want this.” You whispered, “I... don’t want my life to be dictated for me.”

You ran into your room, saw a large bag, and began to stuff any necessities into it that you believed would be needed. You looked for the least frilly dress you had and changed quickly. Once you had what you believed you needed you began to make your way to the front door. You opened it gently and walked out only to see guards walking around and positioned on the main gates. You quickly hid in one of the bushes as a few walked right by with their torches.

You moved slowly but froze when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked behind you and felt a hint of panic.

“Why are you running lass?” Shay asked as he placed his hand on your shoulder, “Go back inside.”

“No!” You tried to stand and make a break for it but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into him. His arms snaked around your waist as he spoke,

“You can’t run. You’ve no where to go,” He whispered in your ear, “You’ll end up working the streets for a loaf of bread. You have your purpose set. Don’t ruin it by what you believe is freedom. Simply look across the street.”

You looked over and saw 3 women on a corner being selected by a couple of drunk men. A young boy pick-pocketing a random pedestrian. It dawned on you. You have only ever seen what Haytham allowed you to see. You were set up to only be reliant on whoever he chose. Sure, you’ve walked a few times around the city during the day but you didn’t know much about this city or its people.

“A caged bird doesn’t survive long in the wild.” Haytham said as he appeared and approached both of you. A small grin etched his features, “You really thought you could handle the streets here?” Haytham lifted your chin harshly to make you look at him, “Oh no my dear. I’m afraid you wouldn’t last a single night.”

“I-I’ve been on my own before!” You received a small slap across your face before Haytham placed his finger back under your chin.

“You were never alone darling. Someone was always around making sure you remained safe. You have no idea what troubles have been resolved behind your back.” Haytham let go of you, “Come along now. I believe it’s way past your bed time.” He looked at Shay, “Seeing as she will be your wife, I’ll let you take the lead on this.”

Your eyes looked broken by the end of Haytham’s words.

“Let’s go lass. You won’t be leaving this house anytime soon.” Shay stated, “That means no morning walks, no shopping, no talking to the neighbors.”

You nodded emptily and felt him begin to pull you inside. Once in your room, Shay laid down on the couch you had near the bed. You wanted him to leave but at this point, it felt like you couldn’t even ask for that. You didn’t even change and fell asleep in the clothes of your failed escapade.

Shay observed your sleeping form as a small grin formed at the idea that Haytham had planned.

“A bright future awaits.” He thought as he closed his eyes. His smile slowly disappearing as he thought, “All you have to do is accept it.”

#connor kenway x reader #connorkenway #connorxreader #reader insert #assassinscreed3 #ratonhnhaké:ton

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Ten Duel Commandments CH5

Duel Before The Sun is in the Sky

Friday, January 24, 2020

Maya wasn't the one who always remember the dates of important things, and even with her particular situation, she knew that he knew that today was their one-year anniversary. And that's why her relaxed posture gave one peaceful message, but her eyes wanted to kill him.

Lucas looks at his teammate, feeling for a second that he was in danger, "Sorry, Alex, but today, I have a date," he suddenly confesses.

Zay, surprised, looks at Maya, who was dumbfounded just like him.

Alex looks at him with a sincere smile, "Ohhh, Friar is back in the game? Good for you," he congratulates him, "Sadly, you're gonna make a lot of people mad at you," he adds.

Lucas looks at Alex, "Really? Why?" he asks.

"Well, we kinda bet on your sex, and dating life," he confesses.

Lucas gives Alex a disappointed look, "That's fantastic, do I want to know more?" he asks.

"Well, I'm, after all the mess you went with blondie there and her brunette friend, still have ten bucks on Missy, and thirty on Chai," he adds, "So please, tell me you're making me richer," he adds.

Lucas looks at him, confused, "I'm sorry, still?" he asks.

"Yeah, the pool says that you're gonna end with Brandon," Alex answers.

"Beg your pardon? Brandon?" Zay interferes.

"He's a line back runner," Alex explains, "Also good grades, and looks like Friar here love smart partners," he adds.

"He's right about that," Lucas says to Zay before giving Maya a fast glance.

"Excuse you," Zay says at him, "I'm Lucas's best friend. I've known him the longest. He got kicked out of school in Texas for me," he adds before facing Lucas, "My friend, if I wanted, I would rock your fucking world," he states, looking at his best friend directly into his eyes.

"Could you be any gayer?" Lucas asks his best friend.

"For God's sake, stop Chandlering me," Zay replies.

Alex looks at both of them, "You might not be gay, but you two are a married couple," he adds, "Ok, now, Friar, tell us who is the pretty lady joining you tonight," he continues.

"Relax, I'm going out with my Mom. She needs a few things from Bartlett yarns," Lucas lies.

Zay looks at him, "Oh, so in the end, you are gay," he teases him.

"Whatever you say, understudy," Lucas replies, mocking that he took the leading role in the school play last year.

"Asshole," Zay replies.

Alex put his hand on Lucas's shoulder, giving him a pity look, "See? Married couple," he says.

After their conversation, the bell rings, and they all part ways, Isadora and Maya to History, Lucas and Zay to Spanish.

Once the boys where in the classroom, Zay finally asks, "Were you serious about going out with your mom today?" he asks

"Señor Babineaux, por favor, estamos en clase de español, asi que use español para sus conversaciones con el señor Friar (Mr. Babineaux, please, we're in Spanish class, so, use spanish for your chats with Mr. Friar,)" Señora Feinstein-Chang said to her student.

"La señora Feinstein-Chang tiene razon mi amigo, estamos en clase de español, usa español por favor (Mrs. Feinstein-Chang is right my friend, we're in Spanish class, use Spanish please,)" Lucas comments on his teacher's words.

Zay looks at Lucas, unamused, "Hijo de (Son of,)" he wanted to say, only to be cut by the teacher.

"Señor Babineaux, si termina esa oracion, tendra un mes de detencion (Mr. Babineaux, if you finish that sentence, you will have one month of detention,)" she treats him.

Zay looks at Lucas, confused.

Lucas smiles, "One-month detention if you finish that sentence," he translates for him.

Zay looks to the ground, "Tu as de la chance que ce soit un cours d'espagnol (You're lucky this is a Spanish course,)" he mutters to Lucas in french.

Lucas chuckles until he felt the glare Mrs. Feinstein-Chang was giving them.

Once their classes ended, Maya walked into Topanga's for the first time since her fight with Riley five months ago, and once she saw her friends there, a pinch of pain and sorrow pierce her heart. Since Farkle's break-up with Isadora, Maya has been refraining herself from putting a foot in places where they are both alone, not because they don't want her with them, but because of the shame she felt for putting Isadora before Farkle.

But this time was different. This time, they call her, they reach first, which was a first for them. Maya looks at Topanga on the counter and gentle waves to her before walking to their friends. Once she was in front of them, she breaks their silence, "Mind if I use this spot?" she asks them.

Riley looks at her like she was a saint, "Please," she softly says.

Maya sits in front of them before looking at Farkle, "How bad are you handling things?" she asks.

Farkle looks at her like he was dead, "How you know I'm handling things bad?" he asks in a depressive tone.

"You were almost at my level of boredom in science. That speaks volumes," Maya answers.

"I've had better days," Farkle softly says, "No idea a break-up can be this messy, and it's only been a month," he adds.

Maya gently put her hand over his friend's hand, "Life is messy, and even when you feel bad right now, take it as new knowledge," she says, trying to comfort him.

Farkle looks back at her, "I doubt I can get anything from this," he replies.

Maya gives him a compassionate look, "At least you get the truth about you," she says, almost letting him know what she knows.

Surprised, Farkle feels the blood rush to his face, "That doesn't make me feel good at all," he replies, looking to the side, avoiding Maya's eyes.

Maya gently put her hand over Farkle's hand and caress it, giving him support, "Trust me, one day, it will," she says.

Riley looks at Maya with a soft smile, "Is that what you learned from my uncle?" she asks.

Maya chuckles, "In a way," she answers.

"Can't wait for you to become my aunt," Riley says, caressing Maya's hand.

Maya takes a deep breath and chuckles again, "We both know that's not gonna happen," she says, "But I like your enthusiasm," Maya adds.

Farkle looks at Riley, like doing some strange math in his head, "Wait, you're seeing someone?" he asks.

Riley immediately turns her head to Farkle, "Come on. She would never hide something like that from us," Riley fastly defends Maya.

Maya felt her stomach drops while her friends debate about her personal life, "Please, if I wanted to hide something, I could, perfectly," she nervously says.

Riley chuckles, "Yeah, maybe for a week, but that's not much," she replies.

Maya looks down, controlling her nerves, "I think I would be able to hide it a bit more than a week," she softly says.

"One month of homework says you can't hide it more than three months," Farkle bets.

Maya looks away from them, 'Boy, how wrong you are now,' she thinks to herself.

A few hours later, Maya walks into her apartment, only to find candles and the table already on, "Mom? I'm interrupting something?" she asks, hearing music from the kitchen.

Lucas walks out of her kitchen swaying to the rhythm of the music, "You don't have to say you love me, you don't have to say nothing, you don't have to say you're mine," he sings to Maya alongside the song on the background, "Sorry, not your Mom, different shade of blonde," he adds, before walking back into the kitchen.

"Shouldn't you be with your mom?" Maya asks.

Lucas comes back, this time with a rose on his hand, "Now you know Lucas Friar can lie like a pro," he answers before putting a soft kiss on her lips, "Also, you really thought I would forget our one-year anniversary?" he asks.

Maya looks at him, surprised, "Not gonna lie, you did one hell of a job with that lie, Friar," she says, gently passing her hands around his hips.

"Trust me. I would never forget the day you finally let me kiss you," Lucas replies, gently giving her the rose before kissing her again.

"What can I say? An elaborate lie, candlelight dinner, a rose, and a Harry Styles song, you bring your A-game today," she teases him before put a soft kiss on his lips.

Lucas holds Maya from her waist and looks directly into her eyes, "Want to guess what I made fr dinner?" he asks.

"I don't need to, my nose told me," she replies, gently caressing his waist with her fingers, "I love when you talk lasagna to me," she adds.

Lucas smiles at her, "I love you," he says to Maya.

Maya smiles back at him, "I love you too," she replies, "Now, lasagna, please," she adds.

Lucas chuckles, "At your service," he says before moving a few feet from her and walk into the kitchen.

Once they finish dinner, Lucas takes Maya to the couch, "Ok, you stay there, cozy and hot as usual, I'll be back in a minute," he says before running to the kitchen.

"Bring me Cheetos, please," she asks him.

"Check my bag next to the couch," he shouts from the kitchen.

Maya takes his bag, only to find a bag of Cheetos, a few cans of her favorite apple soda, and a DVD, "For real? you got me Cheetos, LaCroix Apple, and a movie? Now I feel bad because I only got you lingerie," she shouts back.

Lucas walks back with two cups of hot cocoa, "You mean lingerie for you to show off on me or lingerie for me?" he asks, hoping for the first option.

"Lingerie for me to show off, but now that you say it, I might get you Lingerie too. I bet you're going to look sexy AF with some," she teases him.

"Please, no," Lucas replies, giving her one of the cups, "You look good on that, not me. I look good on jeans," he adds.

"Also without them," Maya comments.

"Awww, you love me," Lucas says before sitting next to her.

"I do, now, movie," she says, poking his cheek.

Lucas takes the DVD from the case, "I know you think I got myself boyfriend points with the lasagna, but I'm gonna get more for this," he says before putting the DVD on the DVD player. The TV goes black, while Lucas turns off the lights before coming back to Maya.

"Is this 'Don't look behind you'?" Maya asks.

Lucas kisses her forehead, "Yeah, and after this, 'Held for Ranson'," he answers.

"I guess someone is gonna have a busy night tonight," Maya flirts with him.

Saturday, January 25, 2020

Lucas slowly wakes up, and as soon as his eyes open, they land on Maya painting a few feet away from him, making him smile, "You know, a man can get used to waking up to this view," he says, enjoying the lack of clothes his secret girlfriend was wearing.

Maya keeps painting without looking at him, "Yeah? Well, a woman can get used to sleeping next to you, even with your snores," she replies.

"I don't snore," Lucas defends himself getting up from her bed before gently hugging her from behind.

"Yeah, you do," she continues, feeling his warmth.

"You're mean to me," Lucas says, kissing her shoulder, "Should I make breakfast?" he asks.

Maya stays silent for a few seconds, "You know, I was thinking," she starts.

"That's new," Lucas teases her.

Maya hits him with her brush, painting his face, "As I was saying, I was thinking," she resumes, "Maybe we can go out for breakfast," she adds.

"Why? I mean, not against that, but people might see us," he questions her.

Maya smiles, still facing her canvas, "So?" she asks before turning to look at him, "Would that be so bad?" she asks.

"Are you for real?" Lucas asks, half happy, half surprised.

"Yeah, I mean, secret or not, you're still my boyfriend of one year who gives me a nice anniversary dinner," she answers, "You earn that," she adds.

Surprised, Lucas looks at her with a massive smile on his face, "I'm still dreaming?" he asks, making her laugh.

"You want me to take my offer back?" she asks back.

"Ohhh, and offer and a teasing in one morning, girl, you know how to push my buttons," Lucas replies before kissing her lips, "Where you want to have breakfast?" he asks.

"I have a place," she answers before turning to Lucas, kissing his lips, "But first," she says before gently push him into her bed.

"God, I love Saturdays," Lucas says with a smile.

Around an hour and a half later, Maya and Lucas walk into the Nighthawk Diner.

"Ok, still feels like home," Maya says.

"You're so cute when you remember things like that," Lucas comments before putting a kiss on her cheek.

"I'm always cute," Maya replies, softly punching his arm, "Let's get a table," she adds, pulling him by his hand.

"Maya!" They both heard as soon as they sit.

"Maddie!" Maya says, hugging the waitress that called her.

"How is my favorite teen doing?" she asks before landing eyes on Lucas, "Oh? And this gentleman is?" she asks.

Lucas looks at her, "Lucas Friar," he introduces himself before looking at Maya, "I'm her friend," he says.

"Friend?" Maddie asks Maya.

"Boyfriend," Maya corrects her, making Lucas smile.

"The Texas boy?" she asks.

"Yeah," Maya answers.

"I'm so happy for you, Maya," Maddie says, caressing Maya's shoulder in approval, "Great to meet you, Lucas. You can't go wrong with her," she adds.

Lucas looks at Maya, "I know," he replies.

Maddie looks the way Lucas looks at Maya, wishing to have someone that looks at her the way Lucas looks at Maya, "Full breakfast?" she asks Maya.

"You know me so well," Maya replies, watching her Mother's former coworker leave them with a smile.

"I'm gonna put aside the fact that you called me boyfriend to ask, 'the Texas boy?'" Lucas asks, trying to mask his happiness for being called her boyfriend in public.

"Let's say that thanks to my Mother, everyone knows who you are here," Maya replies.

"Have I ever mention how much I like your Mom?" he asks, making Maya chuckle.

"A few times," Maya says.

Lucas chuckles, "You know, I wonder if your Mom was able to tell how I was feeling for you way before me?" he asks.

Maya smiles at him, "Who knows?" she replies, keeping to herself all the nights her Mother warn her that he looks at her in the same way Shawn looked at her when they marry.

A few minutes later, Maddie came back with two sets of eggs, bacon, orange juice, coffee, and pancakes, "Two sets of full breakfast, syrup for the gentleman, and for my favorite teen, whipped cream too," she says, putting everything on the table.

"Can I?" Lucas asks, trying to get some of her whipped cream.

"That depends on how much you value our private time together," Maya answers.

Lucas gives her an offended look, "Are you seriously holding sex for whipped cream?" he asks.

"You would be surprised about how many foods I would hold sex for," she replies.

"I'm dating the sin of gluttony," he teases her.

Maya smiles and puts the whole cream over her pancakes, "You're damn right, Huckleberry," she says before start eating.

After one good and nutritious breakfast, they keep enjoying each other's company until Lucas was the first to get up, "If you excuse me, this has been way too much coffee," he says before walking to the bathroom.

"You're a pig," Maya comments.

Lucas blows her a kiss, "Your pig," he replies before disappearing into the corridor.

As if it was the most normal thing, Maya takes advantage of Lucas being out to steal his bacon, "You go, you lose," she says.

After five minutes of her stealing Lucas's breakfast, Maya heard a voice that she would recognize anywhere, "Maya?" she listened to her back.

Maya turns over, and there he was, Josh Matthews, "Josh?" she says.

"In the flesh," he replies with a smile before sitting on Lucas's seat, "Having breakfast with my niece?" he asks, taking off his sunglasses.

Maya blurt a chuckle, nervous, "Nope," she replies, "What you're doing here?" she asks.

"Hangover breakfast," he answers, "So, who's breakfast I'm eating?" he asks, taking one of the bacon strips on the plate.

Maya felt her stomach drop when she saw Lucas behind Josh, "That would be mine," he says.

"Howdy?" Josh says, confused.

"Hello," Lucas says.

Josh moves to the side, and Lucas takes his rightful place, "I'm gonna guess you only take one strip of bacon," Lucas says, looking at Maya.

"Guilty," Josh confesses. Maddie walks to them, and as soon as she was close enough, Josh smiles at her, "Hello Mads," he greets her.

"Joshy," Maddie replies, "Hangover breakfast?" she asks.

"Mads, you need to know that I love you to the moon and back," Josh says, thanking her.

"You're lucky my husband likes you," Maddie replies, making him laugh.

"Tell Oliver, I love him too. I don't want him to spit on my milkshake," he jokes.

"Please, we have ethics," Maddie replies walking from the table.

Josh smiles before focusing on Lucas and Maya again, "So, breakfast problem fixed," he states, "Did you went to a party that you're having breakfast together?" he asks.

Lucas looks at Maya and felt his stomach drop, he knew she would make something up, and he knew it wasn't for Josh, but Riley, but he still didn't like it.

Maya felt Lucas eyes on her and smiles at him, "Actually, we're having an anniversary breakfast," she confesses.

Surprised, Lucas looks at her, "Are you sure?" he asks, completely ignoring Josh's expression.

"Wait, so, my niece finally got over Howdy?" Josh asks.

Maya and Lucas look at each other in silence, only to face Josh's surprised expression.

"Wait, she doesn't know?" he asks.

"Yet," Lucas fastly says.

Josh looks at Maya with a disappointed look, "Man, that's fucked up," he says.

"We know," Maya says.

Maddie finally brings Josh's breakfast, "I need something to process that," he says and starts devouring his french fries.

Maya and Lucas let him eat in silence, and once his fries we're done, he looks at his burger, "Please tell me this is new," he says, taking a sip of his milkshake.

Lucas looks at Maya, worried.

"A year," Maya answers.

"What?!" Josh exclaims.

"We've been secretly dating a year," Maya confirms.

Lucas takes her hand and softly caress it, "I know this might be much, but can you please let us handle it?" he asks him.

Josh looks at Lucas and grabs his milkshake, "You, me, outside, now," he says.

Maya grabs Lucas hand, and he gives her a tranquilizing look, "Don't worry, it will be fine,"

Once they were outside, Josh takes Lucas aside where Maya wasn't able to hear them, "Ok, I have a few questions, so if I think you don't answer truthfully, I will tell my niece, do we have a deal?" he asks.

"Not like I have an option, so, deal," Lucas agrees.

"When you discover that you were in love with her?" Josh starts.

"Easy," Lucas says, "It was the day she went with Riley looking for herself and came back showered in purple paint," he answers.

"The day the triangle started?" Josh asks.

"Kinda," Lucas replies, "Trust me, I picked Maya that day, but she turns me down for Riley's well being," he adds.

"Wait, you went on the whole triangle thing because of her?" Josh asks.

"Yeah," Lucas replies, resting his back against the wall.

"Man, that's fucked up," Josh states.

"I know," Lucas comments.

"Let's go back inside," Josh says.

As soon as they come back, they notice how the rest of Lucas's bacon was gone.

"Don't judge me, stress eating," Maya defends herself.

Josh sits in front of his burger and takes a bite, then wash it with a bit of his milkshake, "You need to tell her, soon," he warns Maya, "Also, I'm gonna pretend this breakfast never happened," he adds, before looking at Lucas, "The chat we had outside, didn't happen," he then turns at Maya, "The fact that you are a couple now? I don't know anything about it," he continues, "Do we have a deal?" he asks.

Lucas and Maya look at each other, and Maya finally answers, "We do," she says.

(I don’t like Josh, but this time, i’m not gonna make him the bad guy)

#Lucaya #Lucas x Maya #Lucaya Fanfic #GMW Fanfic #Ten Duel Commandments

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Before You Put My Body in the Cold Ground (Take Some Time to Warm It With Your Hands)

AN: ‘Roots and Leaves’ related. Title from Brand New’s ‘Sowing Season’.

* * *

Bruce does not allow himself to speculate on the nature of the Light. Gordon turns it on for anything from ‘take this piece of evidence’ to ‘we have a new serial killer’ to ‘there’s been an Arkham breakout. Again’.

It isn’t, at least, an automatic warning sign of mayhem.

Gordon, as per usual, is standing near it, soaking up the warmth, when Bruce lands silently on the rooftop behind him. Contrary to popular opinion, he doesn’t come in from the back to be dramatic. He comes in from the back to avoid taking blinding, agonizing light to the eyes.

“Commissioner.”

Gordon jumps and swears.

“Every time…Dove Marquis wants to see you. Says she’s got temporary custody of one of your-and I’m quoting, here-‘fifty thousand children’, and would like you to come and get him.”

Well. This is unexpected.

Dick and Tim are accounted for on the way, Dick covering the night shift for a friend and Tim…interviewing…some of Harley Quinn’s on-again-off-again henchmen. Which leaves Jason.

Jim had not implied it was anything imminently fatal. And Jason, the last anybody knew, hadn’t actively picked a fight with anybody overly dangerous. It’s likely that he’s got some sort of mild, but unpleasant, injury that’s preventing him from getting home.

That sounds weak to Bruce’s own ears. With Marquis calling Gordon about this, it’s because it’s serious or because Jason asked, and if it’s the latter…

Marquis is on her balcony with a cigarette when he arrives. There’s no sign of Jason, but surely that’s not a bad thing. Surely. It’s pouring rain, it’s late…

She looks rattled, and she keeps twisting around to glance through her doors. The feeling of unease grows, and he scans the building. The only figure in the apartment is curled up on the couch, asleep. He deems it safe to land on the balcony railing.

“Jesus-!” Her cigarette lands in a puddle with a hiss! “Good God, that’s creepy…are you socially awkward, or just an asshole?”

“Why did you tell Gordon to contact me.”

Marquis rolls her eyes.

“Asshole it is...because he asked for you. So you have to take him.” As though he wouldn’t. “I don’t know what happened. I don’t wanna know. I found him wandering around a few blocks away. He was throwing up dirt a-and fucking worms, and I spent a good forty minutes pulling shards of wood out of his hands.”

Sounds like someone thought it would be a good idea to bury him alive. Bruce will disabuse them of that notion as soon as he gets Jason home and under Alfred’s care.

“Hn.”

They go in. Jason’s scrunched up on the couch with an electric blanket over him, face smushed into a pillow. His hands are wrapped from fingertip to wrist, and he’s shivering, just a little. Bruce is more concerned about the fact that he’s not waking. He’s a light sleeper, always has been, and for him to be uncaring, unknowing, that he’s not alone…

What happened to you tonight?

He whimpers and scrunches up under the blanket, hands jerking, and Marquis says softly, “Want me to try and wake him up, or do you want to risk it?”

Neither, preferably.

The whimpers stop and he goes still, sniffling softly. Bruce sighs, calls for the car-it’ll be here by the time he gets downstairs-and pulls Jason into a fireman’s carry.

“Thank you,” he manages to say. “For. For watching him.”

“Take it up with Harley,” she says shortly, fishing out her cigarettes and heading for her porch. “Tell him I hope he feels better soon, huh?”

Jason stirs, a little, when he settles him into the Batmobile, but when Bruce tries to talk to him, his face scrunches up and he closes his eyes again. He’s tempted, he really is, to go after Harley now; Jason’s clearly all right, not even a hint of a low-grade fever, but…

But. He could have inhaled something, he could have been drugged. Bruce needs to take him home and have Alfred look at him. Harley can wait.

And this way, he’ll be more likely to keep his temper when he tracks her down.

He tousles Jason’s hair, covers him with the cape-he’s shivering now that he’s away from the electric blanket-and makes sure he’s secure before hopping into the driver’s seat and calling Alfred.

“I need you to prep the med bay,” he says. Alfred does that thing where he doesn’t really sigh, but he may as well.

“What happened this time, Master Bruce.”

It isn’t always his fault. Arguing will get him nowhere, but it really isn’t always his fault.

“I’ve got Jason,” he says, narrowly avoiding a fire hydrant that really is located too close to the curb. “He’s. It appears that somebody attempted a live burial.”

Alfred is silent.

“I will be ready and waiting for you, Master Bruce,” he says at last. “Drive safely.”

He does. Mostly. He takes care, anyway, not to come screaming into the cave in a cloud of dust and burnt rubber. Jason’s still unconscious in the back, but he wakes, a little, when he’s picked up.

“B…?”

“Hn.”

“You came.” The surprise in his voice hurts. “You really came for me.”

“Yes.” He sets him on a gurney. The clothes aren’t his, and they don’t fit him well. There’s small cuts on his face and neck, and his hands are all but mummified. “Jay—”

“My fault, I should’a—”

What?

“Jason—”

“She said it was safe,” he whispers. “She said. She said.”

And then Alfred is there, shooing Bruce out of the way and humming, “Let’s see what’s happened, Master Jason…”

Jason blinks at them for a minute before his eyes roll back. Bruce has no idea what happened. He doubts Jason would have trusted Harley Quinn. Pitied, almost certainly, but trusted? No. Somebody else was involved, somebody he doesn’t know about.

Bruce doesn’t like not knowing about things.

There’s a bump on the side of the boy’s head, and when Alfred unwraps his hands...they’re not a pretty sight. There’s a few nails missing and the remaining ones are badly broken. They’re riddled with cuts and punctures and oh. Coffin. There must have been a coffin, or at least a large wooden crate.

How did this happen?

“--ce. Master Bruce.”

“Sorry, Alfred.”

“Move aside, please...thank you. It’s a miracle his fingers are still intact.”

Bruce often thinks it’s a miracle Jason’s alive at all, after...after everything. And now, under the stark light of the medical bay, that idea comes back in force. He can’t place most of these scars, even though he knows what caused them. That one’s from a crowbar; he’s got a few of those himself. They’re a cheap, easy weapon. Or that one, there, that’s from a knife. There’s more than a few gunshot wounds, far more than he ever had from his time as Robin, and…

“There we are, Master Jason,” Alfred says, forcefully cheery, even though Jason’s not awake to care anyway. “I’m sure your father will take you upstairs.”

Some father he is. This is his fault, none of this should have happened.

He wants Harley Quinn. And once Jason’s settled in bed, he’s going to find her.

* * *

Bruce decides, when he’s back in the car (he isn’t hiding from Alfred’s disapproval, he’s just…), that he’ll start his hunt for Harley after getting what he can out of Marquis. He’s hoping she’ll be more cooperative about this than she’s been about past cases, given the circumstances. Besides, Penguin’s not involved (theoretically), so she doesn’t have any reason to withhold information, not really.

She’s still outside, but no longer smoking, when he lands on the balcony.

“Why are you here.”

“What happened.”

“Get lost.”

“I need to find Harley, but I need to know what happened.”

For a minute, he thinks she’ll just go inside. But she sighs, mutters something about too many goddamn vigilantes and never thought I’d miss the weirdo with mommy issues, and gets up off the bench.

“I don’t know,” she says. “I found him wandering around a few blocks away, and he said Harley did it, and he was really, really upset about some woman named Sheila, but I don’t know who that is and at this point, I don’t care.”

Sheila, Sheila...Bruce knows of a Sheila, but...no, that’s too much of a coincidence...there’s no such thing as coincidence...and Jay’s always had near-comically bad luck. Rather like the Baudelaire Orphans.

“Where exactly did you find him.”

“Ah...over in Sunshine Plaza.”

Bruce has always wondered who, exactly, named that plaza. And why.

“Thank you.”

“Now are you gonna go?”

He can take a hint. And also there’s nothing else he needs here.

He brings up his file on Sheila Haywood on the glide over. She’s still living exactly where she was the last time she was on his radar, when he’d been desperate. He’d thought that maybe...either Jason had found out, somehow, and gone after her, or that her connections to the Joker would…

He’d been desperate.

Sheila’s apartment isn’t far from here, and Bruce’s unease only grows. The odds of there being another Sheila are...low...and Jason…

He lets himself in through the bedroom window. There’s a body lying in the front hall, but no other signs of life.

The body is Sheila Haywood. Bruce sighs-he doesn’t know why he expected otherwise, really-and sets up a virtual crime scene.

Sheila died from a bullet to the head, maybe...five hours ago, give or take. The shooter was waiting for her; she’s still wearing her raincoat, and her purse is sitting on the ground where it fell when she died.

There’s a gun near her hand. It hasn’t been fired-it’s not even loaded-but hers are the only prints on it.

Hm.

There was a struggle, at some point. The end table by the couch is tipped over and there’s blood on the carpet. The blood is both Jason’s and an unknown-likely a hired hench-and there’s a hint of Quinn’s perfume still lingering in the air.

So. Harley-or her goons-probably shot Sheila when she pulled the gun. That doesn’t entirely explain her involvement, but Bruce wonders if Harley wasn’t trying to get her to come back. She didn’t take Joker’s death well, and he knows she’s been grasping for any last connection to him. Sometimes he feels sorry for her.

But not today. Today, her insanity killed a woman and could have cost Jason his life, and Bruce is not happy about it.

He calls Gordon about Sheila before following the perfume outside. There’s not enough to track over a long distance, but it does lead him to the parking garage...and a set of tire tracks.

The first place the tracks go is a park, maybe two blocks away. Reasonable; Jason was either unconscious or restrained, but keeping him in a small car would have been risky. The car was parked, and…

Oh.

Oh, dear God.

He doesn’t need to track anything to see the tear in the earth, the thick wooden shards and the torn roots. The scanner says the disruption goes down six feet, to a cheap coffin.

Oh, Jay-lad, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

His ear crackles and Alfred’s voice hits him, colder than Freeze’s gun.

“Master Bruce.” Oh no. “What do you think you are doing.”

“I need to find Quinn.”

“You need to be with your son, who has asked for you twice tonight.” The uncomfortable feeling in his stomach is a response to the grave in front of him, and that’s all. “Now.”

Alfred uses-really uses-the No Argument tone very rarely. That’s probably why it’s so effective.

That said, Harley’s likely gone to ground for the time being. Big to-dos aren’t her style, not anymore. Besides, he can put feelers out from home. And maybe Tim will find something.

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Jason’s asleep when Bruce nudges his door open, face buried in the pillow. Looking at him now, Bruce can almost convince himself that none of the last few years has happened, that he’s just...home from college for the weekend. But then he rolls over, bringing the brand into the low light, and the illusion’s shattered.

“Has he woken up at all?”

“Once,” Alfred says, apparently happier now that Bruce is here. “He wasn’t terribly happy with the room being so dark, hence the pineapple lamp.” Bruce can only imagine. “He wondered where you were, but then decided to go back to sleep.”

“I’ll watch him, Alfred.”

He’s sure he’s imagining the it’s about bloody time aura Alfred is radiating. It’s been a long night, that’s all.

“Very good, sir. Call me if you need me.”

Jason doesn’t stir when Bruce sits down on the edge of the bed. Good. It’s...it’s better that he get some sleep.

(Bruce doesn’t want a fight tonight.)

How did this happen, Jay? What am I missing?

He’ll find out. He’ll find Harley, he’ll make this...well, there’s no making this right, but...he’ll find her.

God, he’s tired of clowns trying to take his son.

THE END

#Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #Dove Marquis #Sheila Haywood (mentioned and also dead)#roots and leaves #Batdad #Bruce is trying to figure out what happened #Alfred is not having Bruce's avoidance tactics

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ft-stories-lgbt · 4 years

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Hey you! Could you do stingsu, 16 and/or 27 for the kissing prompts? 💕

Hello!! Je suis vraiment désolée de te répondre aussi tard. On va dire que ces derniers temps je n'avais plus trop la motivation d'écrire.. j'espère que tu vas aimé, j'ai essayé de faire quelque chose de léger !

J'espère que ta journée sera un peu plus douce avec ceci ❤️

Stingsu: 16: One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person or 27: Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

“You say you’re loving the way I

Show you the stars in the daylight

You do the same for me every day

You say you’re loving the way we

Don’t gotta say what we’re thinking

Never no pressure to fill up the space”

Alina Baraz- Off the grid.

Natsu frowns as he closes the fridge door. This morning when he went to work, he was so sure that he had left the last one of his precious chocolate mousse in it, hidden behind a bunch of vegetables because he knows how much Gray, one of his four room-mate, is equally fond of them as he is. He has been looking forward to this moment all day long, enduring his classes with the promise that once he’ll get home, everything will be fine again because he could drown himself in the chocolate.

But here he is instead, hands empty and craving for something he can’t have.

“Gray!”

He accepted his defeat, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t fetch for answers.

He hears the opening of the door and then it closes, and a few seconds later, a dark-haired male stands in front of him, a bored look on his face.

“What now?”

“Are you the one who ate my last and precious chocolate mousse?!” He asks vehemently.

“There was chocolate mousse?” Gray questions instead. “How come I never know when there are some in the house now!”

“Answer me, dumbass.”

“Well, the response I gave you should be enough of an answer right? I didn’t even know there were some in the fridge!”

“I was waiting for this moment all day!” Natsu whines. “If you ate them I’m going to take my revenge and—”

“Natsu for fuck’s sake I was in the class all day, you saw me on the campus and we came home at the same time not even five minutes ago; explain to me at what moment I could have got a chance to eat the damn thing?”

Natsu opens his mouth to retaliate before closing it again, lost at words. Gray has a point, it could not be him.

“Then if not you, who? Is it Rogue?”

“Rogue is allergic to chocolate, Natsu.” Gray rolls his eyes, passing next to him to open the fridge and take a bottle of juice. “We’ve been living together for two years now, one would think you paid more attention to us and—”

“Yeah yeah, then if not him who?” Natsu interrupts Gray, clearly not ready to hear him complain about how shitty of a friend he is.

Gray stops what he is doing to turn and look at Natsu, dumbfounded.

“Natsu, remind me who you are living with again?”

“You, Rogue and Sting,” he says factually.

“Alright. You already know that I didn’t eat your damn mousse and that Rogue didn’t do it either. Now tell me who is left in your pretty little list?”

Natsu narrows his eyes at Gray, crossing his arms on his chest.

“Sting would never do—”

“Think about it again. Your pretty boyfriend was home all morning, alone in the house. Unless we have a ghost living with us, you need to face reality. He betrayed you,” Gray finishes with a smirk on his lips.

Natsu gasps at him, this time his eyes wide in horror.

“No… How could he do this to me.”

The pink-haired boy shakes his head in denial as he makes his way out of the kitchen to go in the bedroom that Sting and he share.

But no matter how he turns the situation in his head, he knows Gray is right.

Sting has, indeed, decided to betray him.

When Sting passes the front door and ends up in the living room, facing a Gray with a smug look on his face, he knows he is in trouble. Rogue is here too, a stupid smile on his normally straight face, looking directly at him from the couch, a hand running through one of their cat's fur. The only person missing is his boyfriend, and that in itself manage to make Sting more nervous.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He asks as he lets his keys on the table.

“I hope you have a very good excuse for what you did,” Gray laughs as he makes his way to sit next to Rogue.

“What do you mean?” Sting enquires with a frown.

“Chocolate mousse.”

It’s all Rogue needs to say before realisation strikes him and his eyes go wide.

“Shit…”

“Shit, indeed,” Gray laughs some more. “I know he is your boyfriend and all, but that doesn’t give you all the rights in the world.”

“In my defence, I was craving something sweet and it was the only thing left in the house, and I actually planned to come home early with a new set of it but I got stuck with a project and my teacher wouldn’t let me go...damn how mad is he?”

Rogue shakes his head, amused as Gray simply continue to laugh at him.

“Well, I’m pretty sure he went through the denial phase already. I heard him cursing earlier so I guess he went through some anger. But it’s been calm for a few minutes now so... my guess is, he’s sulking like the baby he really is.”

Sting sighs, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Well… I dug my own grave. It was nice knowing you guys.”

The blond decides to muster the courage and slowly makes his way towards their bedroom.

“Don’t be dramatic, you’ll be fine, idiot.”

It’s the last thing he hears Rogue saying before he lets himself go into the room.

The first thing he sees is obviously Natsu. He is sitting on the bed, back against the headboard. There are a few papers and book sprawled around him, he seems unaware of Sting’s presence for now, which gives the blond some times to just admire the man he loves before hell rises.

Sting always found it endearing the way Natsu tends to focus on his works, no matter how much he likes to guff around, he always treats his studies seriously and always comes home with good grades.

Sting is proud of him, especially since he knows how much Natsu struggles to keep his attention on something sometimes.

Shaking his head fondly, he decides to drop his bag somewhere near their door before he makes his way toward the bed. The movements manage to grab Natsu’s attention, and for a split second, there’s the beginning of a smile on his face, before it’s replaced with a cold stare and a pout. Sting fights back a smile as he sits next to his boyfriend, who only grabs his stuff so they are closer to him, while he moves a few centimetres back, so there is more space between them.

“Hey,” Sting greets him.

“I’m mad at you,” comes the immediate answers. There’s no heat behind the words though.

“I know. And I’m sorry.”

Natsu looks at him without saying anything for a moment, before he goes back to his work, ignoring Sting. He can see Natsu is trying hard not to give in, by the frown on his forehead.

“Baby... I’m really sorry. I was craving something sweet and I swear I wanted to bring more after classes but I got more things to do and completely forgot. I promise I’ll buy some more tomorrow.”

There’s no reaction from his boyfriend and he waits a few minutes before he takes the pen out of Natsu’s hand, and scoots the books and paper away from them. He can see that Natsu is ready to protest but he cuts him short by taking place on the boy’s laps.

“Now you can’t ignore me like that.”

Sting smiles gently at him, and Natsu huffs, turning his head on the side, his mouth in a pout.

“Come on baby, you can’t really be mad at me for it, I promised to buy more and I already said I was sorry.”

“Pff. As if it’s enough.”

Sting rolls his eyes and this time he brings his hands to Natsu’s face and turns him toward him. He doesn’t let the boy time to complain and simply presses his lips against his. He feels Natsu going limp against him, as if he was waiting for this moment to happen and Sting can’t help the grin that appears on his lips now.

After a few seconds, he parts away, keeping his hands on Natsu’s cheeks, caressing softly his cheekbones.

“This is unfair. I was ready to stay mad at you for at least a week!”

“A week? As if you could have resisted me for that long.”

Natsu only sticks out his tongue at him which only makes him laugh.

“You’re too cute baby.”

“I’m not cute. And I’m not a baby.”

Sting gives him an unimpressed look before placing another kiss on his lips.

“Sure. Whatever makes you sleep at night.”

And a big thank you to @watcher-ofthe-sky , who is really my rock around here!

FYI: if someone touches my chocolate mousse, you Can be sure you're going to hear about it until the rest of your life.

#fairy tail #ftlgbt #natsu dragneel #sting eucliffe #gray fullbuster #rogue cheney #stingsu #natsu sting #sting natsu #sting x natsu #natsu x sting #dorks in love

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theopinionoftheredheads · 4 years

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JS Compilation post

Another day, another compilation post dedicated to one of the irrelevant women in Chris’s life. Seriously anons, if you want this to become a thing, maybe we should discuss women that actually matter to him like his mom or Octavia Spencer. We would love discussing those!

These are old asks, so some questions might have already been answered (like the book chapters). All the asks can be found below.

So now that Jenny has gotten her own post on this blog, I feel like you anons have given her more attention than Chris ever has. Let’s focus back on him and the beautiful Dodger content he blessed us with today. At least we know he treats him like a good boy.

Red & Ginger

Notice Chris never says anything bad about his ex’s. If the chapter was about him it must of been a punch in the gut. Bet he’s never read the book.

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Fans disliked JS not because of her book but because she cheated on her husband just to be with Chris. She tweeted horrible things, she deleted those but some blogs still have screenshots just google it. She was trolling Chris fans all the time while they was "dating". In my personal opinion she's a horrible woman. She pretends to be a feminist but she's far far far away from real feminist.

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In my opinion, JS seems like she is very high maintenance and her mind runs a million miles a minute that would be too overwhelming for me to deal with. And I’m only basing this off of the interviews I seen with her.

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She always refers to Dean (her ex husband) as her husband in the book. She always makes sure to make that distinction between husband and boyfriend. It's obvious that she's talking about Chris. She also mentions Dodger without naming him. Just read between the lines. If you were there for the Chris/Jenny saga since the beginning, it's not very difficult to decipher.

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He eats gross, I mean the man admitted he can not cook really well? Or is there another meaning behind that? 🧐

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"I am tired of sinking down to a lower place to be with men. I am tired of throwing a tarp over some of my personality so that the shape of my identity suits some gross man a little better,for whatever shitty things he needs to do in order to keep his boring identity erect & supreme. I am tired of buying my own flowers. I am tired of having to hold my breath through Val’s Day the way you do when you drive past a graveyard" Sounds like karma to me Maybe stop blaming & take it as her own fault too

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JS comments “What’s the same about us is not just that we’re from Massachusetts, which was such a delight, but Chris is truly one of the kindest people I’ve ever met, to the point where sometimes I would look at him & it would kind of break my heart. He’s really vulnerable, & he’s really straightforward. He’s like primary colors. He has beautiful, big, strong emotions, and he’s really sure of them. It’s just wonderful to be around. His heart is probably golden-colored, if you could paint it.”

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Sorry to bother you again but do you or anyone else know what chapter/s to look for so I don’t read the whole thing?

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The podcast jenny slate talked about slapping chris on was anna ferris’ podcast. It still up, just search for it in podcasts. He was on it too, he was laughing about it. Idk about timing but they were claiming to just friends at the time but i think they may have started hooking up by then.

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Tbh I can't imagine Chris' lifestyle is that unhealthy. I mean, c'mon he looks so damn fine. I think he and especially his body and his skin would show some signs.

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You know when it comes to Hollywood celebrities relationship money bring them attention then they talk about relationship good or bad or even the ugly they don’t care they just want attention and shit And I always hated that cause relationship is supposed to be private that’s why Chris said he wants to be private with his love life

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Unfortunately, celebrity gossip sells even when it comes from the horse's mouth. You take JS talking about CE that’s going to get more eyes simply because CE has such a high profile. It not right, and like you said, it should stay between them. She wanted to sell her book, so who knows how much is true maybe none of it, perhaps all of it, or somewhere in between.

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Thank you for correcting me I got confused but I knew it was before lobby hero started they broke up

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“ The apartment hunting was fake news same as Chris searching for a ring to propose to Jenny. They broke up in early January.” I don’t think the apartment hunting was fake. The way it was framed may have been but she probably did tag along with him while he looked for somewhere to stay while he did Lobby Hero.

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“ Yes. It seemed very odd since CE and JS were both in Atlanta at the time & Chris didn’t have time off then.” Chris was able to fly out to her comedy shows when he was filming so they could have flown to look at apartments in his free time. It’s not that far fetched. I don’t think they were moving in together but this was around the time Lobby Hero was announced so he was probably looking for somewhere to stay since rehearsals for that began right after he wrapped Endgame.

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Anon JS, in her book, said CE eating habits are gross, and he smokes.

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I though JS said she did like his beard in the comedy show?!? That info is not mentioned in her book

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Ewww i nearly threw up that ask about his eating habits why would she ever say something like that 😷

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I think she was like... He dumped me for good, he's not in love, don't want me back at all, so let's be mean in this book

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Aww, man, if that anon story was real, I really, really feel bad for the guy. All the comedy shows I watched, I've never really seen spouses/SOs being the brunt of the joke. Everyone knows who her bf is, everyone knows who the joke is about. Not too nice.

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Did JS bad-mouthed CE?? I have come across certain fans who claim she has but I never got the whole story!

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I wonder if he read that book and even not reading how he must have felt knowing how she described / exposed him that way.

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Was that other anon agreeing with me because I never said someone should change for anybody else, I said the same thing she CHOSE to change for him but it’s all on her (if it was agreeing then ignore this and yes the burn book was very juvenile to do)

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cruzrogue · 4 years

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I know...Kinda don’t...U know...

Another story hit me! I’m putting the idea on tumblr because that is where I place my story ideas. Don’t know if this will continue or die. I have plenty of stories to juggle. But in-between writing them these ideas won’t let me go...

It starts off with Cisco Ramon from the flash and Felicity Smoak from Arrow getting to know each other in non-platonic circumstances. They like each other. It becomes an olicity story because I’m a Oliver and Felicity fan. Haha. Those two are just it for me. I can read or write them in similar situations and not get tired of it. I actually love that!

Thanks beforehand for reading especially if you got this far.

Cisco Ramon & Felicity Smoak, OliverQueen/FelicitySmoak

My idea is to make 2 versions of any chapter that I might have smut. (Clean/Smutty) AKA (1A/1B...2A...etc) That is if I continue... Well here goes!

(Untitled story)

Cisco Ramon not one that is usually popular with the girls. Especially when alone and not with his college friends. Friends that brought him along to this year’s spring break trek across a few cities before getting back to his own university.

Wanting to go to a nerd hangout. Scope the world of mechanical wonderment with a side of technological flair at this exhibit. No way that the possibility of missing such mind-blowing thought-provoking display would not fall on his roaster of things to do in Las Vegas. His boys bailed at the idea of spending an ounce of time in the land of boredom. Their words not his. He’d meet up with them at that party venue some guy told them about last night.

Like always he’s enjoyed his alone time and now is ready to adventure to the wild side. Hanging with rich kids has brought a level of craziness. Things these guys do are beyond some of the frat boy lifestyles he’s seen in movies. Just a factor of wow and unbelievable.

The bouncer takes one good look at him and double checks his ID. Cisco just makes a cheesy grin as he tells the guy its 100% him.

The music is low. Not much going on. He is the early bird. Checking his watch early by two hours. Probably should have gone to the hotel. Leaving with the gang. They bring the party. Oh well. He is here now. Maybe he can see if they serve some grub.

Movement catches his attention. Long black hair being pushed to the side. He notices she’s trying to read while hitting her pencil against the table to the beat of a song playing. The closer he gets to the counter the view of the hottie only gets better. Better meaning the anticipation of getting a mildly improved glance. Taking in those sexy low-cut boots. Following her limbs upward. Stopping mid length on her upper thighs as she must be wearing a short skirt. Her long hair covering the view to her face. He wonders how pretty she must be.

“If you keep staring, you’ll burn a hole in my head.”

That gets him to suddenly apologize. He didn’t think she’d notice him. Finally, she sits up straighter moving the hair that is obstructing a clear picture of her face. He suddenly sucks in air. She’s breathtaking.

Her index finger shoots up to the mirror off to the side. A mirror he didn’t catch until now.

“The mirror has failed your gawking ways.” Her lips are pressed to a thin line but there is mirth in her eyes. She knows he won’t be able to tell she’s amused.

“Sorry.” He mutters now totally embarrassed. Serves him right for ogling.

“The club isn’t really open for dancing yet. What brings you in? Not the stale pretzels I hope.”

“I’m super early. I just came from the conservatory of Mechanical Engineering exhibit that was hosted this week and well I couldn’t say no to…”

“Being that guy that drools over numbers.”

A part of him deflates. This hot chick thinks he’s a loser, “Yea. I’m that geek.”

“Well then. It’s a safe bet to get the tenders, onion rings, and maybe apple crisp if you have a sweet tooth.”

“So no on the pretzels?” He smiles because just maybe he has a shot with this beauty. “What about the nut selection?”

“Both are probably salty. You know. It gets you to drink more. Though if you want to handle any certain number of nuts that they serve. I won’t be able to enjoy talking to you further.”

“Oh! You don’t like them? Or do you have some food intolerance to pine nuts?”

She gives him a sly smile, “Seems like the only nuts I can’t handle.”

His mind is quick and it makes him have a goldfish moment. They aren’t even arguing except his mind is screaming. Opening and closing his mouth to only leave it open in surprise. She’s flirting. She is flirting with the nerd him. “I’ll be right back.” He thumbs the food counter.

Felicity goes back to reading. Keeping from sparing a look back at the interesting nerd who seems to like her goth appearance. She knows what she wants tonight. She went out. Instead of studying in her room at her mom’s place. Where she’d be bored out of her mind. It’ll be nice to enjoy a night with a guy that seems to be intellectually sound.

He gets back placing the double portions of the food choices she mentioned while joining her. Just that alone gives him some secret points he has no idea about. They have a blast talking. Actually, chit chatting about science and math related situations that would bore the likes of most other people. Those that can’t fathom how awesome existence is with the mix of these two subjects. Pushing creations to make human lives better.

It leads to them to pulling out their identification’s cards. Both checking the emblem on each other’s license.

“Francisco Baracus Ramon.”

“Yep, a mouthful.” He pops a broken piece of an onion ring into his mouth before looking at her name, “Felicity Meghanne Kloak.” He has no idea that the ID is fake. That isn’t her real name or age. Her mother gave her a fake id as a parting gift as she left to M.I.T. “Oh shit, you’re just eighteen. I’ve been serving a minor alcohol.” She doesn’t correct him further to say that she’s actually sixteen. “I turned twenty-one just like a friend of mine a few weeks back.”

“Happy belated birthday.”

“Thanks. I don’t feel any different.”

“You don’t? You’ve had a few strong drinks.” She says with laughter.

“I’m not sloshed. Hey why aren’t you a little tipsy? You’ve been drinking by myside this whole time.”

She outright laughs, “Your twenty-one. Jimmy would lose a gasket if a minor had alcohol in the open like we are.”

“Whose Jimmy?”

“The owner.”

“Oh!” Cisco says with a frown.

“Cheer up. Isn’t the point to have fun? Enjoy life? Us nerds are already so stuffy.”

“Says a literal goddess. You are so beautiful.” He sees that she about to burst out laughing at how he is becoming so corny. “Come on its not just the alcohol talking. You are just so amazing.”

That has Felicity be a lot more assertive as her hand moves up his arm showing an attraction. Somewhere during the hour and a half of being together they’ve moved to be sitting by each other. Able to talk easier as the sound check started to interfere with hearing the other.

That is until Cisco feels that he may have overdo it with the drinking and heads to the bathroom. Leaving Felicity to not see him again tonight.

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Cisco meets the gorgeous goth girl named Felicity. Instead of dancing he’s having a session with the round porcelain latrine. He’s a little out of it but his friends meet up with him. Thank goodness his friends arrive. At least the two who needed to pee. Escorting him to a VIP lounge. He’ll rest there. So much for the sweet perfect dream of a girl he met earlier.

Oliver and Clive go check out the club as the rest of the party is escorted to the VIP lounges.

It doesn’t take long until Felicity catches Oliver’s eye. She’s isn’t alone per se as she listening to some guy and her lips are strung in a line of just being polite. He makes his move as Clive tells him he doesn’t get the appeal. Oliver just shakes his head telling his friend ‘variety is the spice of life’.

The guy by the goth’s side trying to sound smooth as he drawls out, “You sure you don’t want something better? I can just call…”

Oliver hears the guy’s line and rolls his eyes. He’d let it play out if the girl was willing to take the drink but with this Goth chick saying adamantly, she is good with what she has. The guy doesn’t get the hint she doesn’t want another drink. As the man calls for the bartender. Oliver steps into the game.

“She has impeccable taste.” Oliver says contemplating the guy who is being let down nicely but is willing to make her uncomfortable. He holds the cocky signature look he is known to have as the other guy is sizing him up. Adding, “It doesn’t stop with just drinking choices.” Catching her stare. He winks.

Taking the moment to dip on his chances as the other guy becomes a third wheel. The odds rising in his favor as her body converges towards his own.

The bartender taking the other man’s order first. A certain venom seeping from his voice as he gets a drink for himself only. Concluding a dark stare towards the couple as the pensive man conflicts with himself if he should just walk away.

“And for the lady?”

Felicity noticed a recognition between the man behind the counter and what she supposes is her knight in shining armor or in her case fitted suit jacket. She’s kept from gawking at the newest intruder. Her eyes falling back onto her drink. Being put on the spot she just tells the bartender to give him his usual. She doesn’t know if they know each other. It doesn’t really matter because the other guy leaves. It’s a huge weight off her back. He was just to persistent for her tastes.

As the bartender hands off the new stranger’s drink. Felicity gets a nickname she presumes as the man dubbed Ollie says ‘thank you’ shelling out a handsome bill for a simple drink.

Oliver doesn’t move to take a seat. Keeping his focus now on his own drink as he sips slowly and placing the drink not far from hers. “It’s actually Oliver.”

“Thanks for the save. Oliver” She finally lets herself look at him again. He is gorgeous. Long locks that probably are way overdue to get cut. Taking him in. She rather digs that his hair accentuates his baby face. Though those blue eyes are mesmerizing. She could get lost in them. That is dangerous. It doesn’t seem to help that he notices her staring. “It’s Felicity.”

Her name falls from his lips and it brings a smile to his face. She gets to notice he has dimples. Oh boy she is in trouble.

“It’s a pretty name.”

Her hand goes for her drink. Controlling her temptation to reach out and touch his cheekbone. That’d be weird.

“Thanks. Do you know the bartender?”

“Met him yesterday. Told us about this club.”

“Us?”

“Spring break. Me and a few friends.”

“I’m on break too.”

“Really? What school?”

“M.I.T.”

“Cool, small world.” He can’t but smile. “My new school is in Boston too.”

“You’re a transfer?”

“You can say that. So, why Vegas?”

“Guilt trip.” Seeing the question form she continues, “I’m a freshman. I took a work study program plus a load of classes this summer. Money’s tight but she’s… she’s my mother.”

“She misses her baby girl. I think that is so sweet.” As she gives him a raised eyebrow. He doesn’t take it back. To him parents that care. They are the best.

“Same question? I doubt being in Vegas while under twenty-one is a big drawl.”

“It’s a pit stop. We are heading to New Orleans next.” He doesn’t mention Miami before heading back to Boston. “What gives my age away?” He waits for her to say his baby face.

“You weren’t asked for an ID. Out in the open. Even with him knowing you. You’d have been asked if you were going to consume alcohol. Just in case of narcs. I’m guessing that drink doesn’t contain alcohol.”

“Did you watch him make the drink?”

“No. But that camera over there.” She doesn’t point. “Jimmy would never allow that in his establishment. Now private rooms where there might be a few minors he’d let that slide.”

“You know the owner.”

“If you mean know as in… He dated my mom than yes I know him.”

“Past tense. Guess it ended amicable or you wouldn’t be here.”

She nods taking another sip of her drink, “He’s got a smiling sun tattoo on his butt cheek.”

“What?”

“Things you wish to never see but my momma doesn’t know how to have signals that she’s busy entertaining.”

“Ew. I couldn’t imagine catching my parents.”

“At least you know they did the deed once to get you.”

“I have a sister.”

“Okay.” She laughs, “Pardon me, twice at least.”

He likes her laughter. Among the list of other things. He’s about to say something else when a buddy of his is trying to get his attention. Felicity shifts to follow Oliver’s line of sight and she sees another good-looking guy using hand signals to converse with the tall college student she’s been getting to know. Trying not to eavesdrop she repositions back to the original posse before him.

“Need to leave?”

Oliver responds with a firm no. As his eyes trail back to hers. She can see whatever the other guy said has made him go red in the face.

“Are you alright? You’re red-faced.”

He shakes his head. Letting out a self-deprecating moan.

“What’s the deal?”

Oliver’s bites his lip as she can tell he’s radically thinking. She can pinpoint it in his eyes when a decision is made and wow those blue eyes are so distracting.

“Let’s get out of here.”

“What about your friends?”

“They can live without me for some time. I’d like to get to know you. We’re in Vegas. Let’s paint this town red.”

“Or you can let a native show you to some hidden gems.”

“Hmm. I’d like that even better.”

She slides off her chair and Oliver gulps as his eyes travel down her backside. She’s already leading them towards the exit.

“Do you need to say goodbye.”

“Nah, they’ll get the message if they don’t see me.” He walks a little quicker to get the exit door opened for her to leave first.

“Then you’re with the death witch. Getting the ride of your life.” Felicity could make some of his friend’s words. Her goth chicness being too much for the boy. “Something in those lines if I’m correct.”

“Yet, no one tried to save me.”

“You need new friends then.”

“Definitely. That is if they didn’t also think your hot.”

“Thanks, I guess. I turned away from your conversation around once he did the age-old sign for… um… coupling.”

“He sure did.” They find themselves in the dessert heat. Oliver waiting for her instruction but adds, “Felicity?” As he gets her undivided attention, “I don’t expect anything down those lines. It would be insulting and…”

“Oliver, I wouldn’t come outside if I didn’t want to get to know you better.” She winks well sort of winks and it makes him chuckle slightly.

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Monday, 10 February 1840

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Dawdling writing bit of rough draft of note to Countess Panin snowy morning Reaumur 8 1/2º in my room at 9 a.m. – Breakfast at 10 in about 40 minutes –

Hardly over before Colonel of the Engineers and Mrs. Gottman nice intelligent people called, and then Mr. Baehr, and then the General Gouverneur’s nephew and aide du camp Mr. Tolstoy and then the Prince de Georgia or properly Gurinsky so that it was 12 10/’’ by my watch (and as it appeared afterwards to be 3 hours instead of 2 1/2 hours too late) and 12 40/’’ by the day here the carriage having waited 3/4 hour –

Mr. Tolstoy had met us the evening we spent chez la Princess Tcherkasky – And saw us (tho’ we knew nothing about it) when we drove to tea at Aleschkowo (vide p.[page] 10) and told George to desire our Courier to bring us here in the part of the Town where all the nobility lived and not take us to any of the Inns in the basse ville – Tolstoy a gentlemanly intelligent fast-French-speaking young man –

Drove directly across the Oka (the verst-long bridge of boats taken away in the winters) a busy enough scene of laden traineaus and people – To all appearance terra-firma – Merely its valley-form to indicate the bed of the river – Drove straight to the Cathedral Church of St. Macaire – Lofty light and handsome rich handsome Iconostase and altar of solid silver given by the merchants that frequent the Fair which begins 15 July and lasts till 25 August O.S. – Large candelabra also en argent massif – Pavement of about 18 in.[inches] squared iron flags – Passed thro’ to the winter church in the large neat building the residence of the clergy at the back of the cathedral – The winter church a beautiful chapel covered vaulted roof painted in imitation of a lightly clouded sky – Effect warm and admirable – Here too rich, beautiful iconostase – Did not go to the Armenian church or Mahomedan Mosque –

The Pechersky Ascension Monastery (in the background), where the Church of St. Macaire was located.

Then to the Governor’s apartments – Large handsome house – The bel étage on a forest of open arcades – Then along the Dvor (Gastinoi Dvor) – Went into one of the shops – Consisting one large room below and a small one and above a good sitting room, and a small bedroom? and a cabinet – This shop lets for 800/- for the whole time of the Fair – But there are still better situations which let for 1000/- - the frontage seemed to be 3 arcades on one side and 2 on the other –

The merchants live in their shops – 2635 shops en pierre, and as was said afterwards chez le General Gouverneur 2600 en bois – All the pillars supporting the galleries of the Dvor are en fonte (cast iron) – And said the General Governor at dinner the length of the Dvor is just one English mile; and a person going into every shop and perfectly well knowing his way (so as not to go out of his way) will have walked 40 English miles at the end of his journey!

Extraordinary ville de boutiques – Bazaar par excellance ou se fait un commerce qui valait l’année passé £8,000,000 said the General Gouverneur at dinner for he said the rouble ought to be 25/- per 1£ but Mr. Marc would certainly be right in giving only 21/- this depending upon circumstances – But said the Governor the merchants always cachent la valeur actuelle – One might add 1/2 to their statement ∴[therefore] instead of 8 millions one should say 12 millions Sterling! – Could not imagine why the merchants should try to hide the real amount of value – No reason for their doing so – It made no difference to them – But they always did hide it –

Lower Bazaar in the Nizhny Novgorod Kremlin (c. 1872)

The large handsome salle at the Governor’s apartments was intended by General Betancourt (a Spaniard the planner of the Dvor) for a Bourse – But no! That did not take – The merchants liked to settle an in their own private rooms; and some 8 or 10 millionaires in settling the price of the Tea, settled the price of every other article – People bought and sold according to the rate that should be fixed for the tea some much p.[per] c.[cent] without at all knowing what that would be till at the last – There were merchants that regularly bought tea to the amount of 6 or 8 millions, each! – The principal business is in tea, iron, and cotton –

On entering the winter church Tolstoy pointed to the height to which the waters rose in 1829 – Apparently about 3 ft.[feet] up the door-jamb – The damage done was considerable – But such a great rise was extraordinary – It had been once thought said the Governor (at dinner did not see him elsewhere today) to place the Dvor on the Kremlin Mountain (did Madame B-[Baehr] say it it was 75 or 175 ft.[feet] above the level of the rivers?) but this would not have suited the merchants – They could not have landed their merchandise with sufficient ease – Betancourt was was misinformed that the waters only rose 3 ft.[feet] above the present emplacement before its being raised but instead of raising 3 ft.[feet] it has been found necessary to raise 20 ft.[feet] in some places at an expense of 11,000,000/- but the present Emperor has been here twice and was so pleased with the Town ville, its situation, prospects &c. that he has taken it under his especial protection and spares no expense 17,000,000 more are now in progress of laying out in a large handsome house palace for the General Governor to be finished next summer (we saw it in the Kremlin) –

One beautifully proportioned Corinthian columned salle de reception) – entrepôts – Sundry additional levellings (gigantic ones already done) the new chaussée &c. &c. the chaussée to be finished in 2 years from this time – Done as far as Vladimir, and part done here – Begins by a magnificent quay along the Oka – The quays here and cloaque can only be seen in summer – The ville on one side the Oka, the Dvor on the other and then the Volga –

For the moment my idea of the ground and the junction of the 2 rivers is not nette (not quite clear) – But the ville as we looked from the Dvor and crossed the river is very picturesquely drawn in a long line along the high bank of the Oka crowned gits picturesque Kremlin – At the Kremlin, not a large enclosure, no cannon or sign of a fortress –

Saw the new Cathedral built in the old style and in commemoration of the old venerable cathedral containing the tombs of many of the princes of Souzdal and of Cosma Minim Souk-Hourouky, the patriotic butcher, stirrer up of the people and Prince Pojarski who rid their country of the Poles (about A.D. 1612) – A copy of the banner of the patriot troops marched under (a virgin 1/2 length with an inscription in substance pour la foi et pour le roi) hangs up en face du tombeau de Minine or rather of the inscription for the tomb is just below in the catacombs substantial lofty brick vaults, 3 corresponding to nave and side aisles – On the chalky rock, and dry as possible – We walked thro’ them –

This Cathedral lofty and handsome and très bien eclairée – The domed ceiling (the domes) in a blue pattern upon white (good effect) the side walls covered with fresco painting which contrasts well with the snow white polished scaglinola of the plain square huge Corinthian pillars that support the roof – The Iconostase rich as usual –

The Saint Michael the Archangel Cathedral of the Kremlin in Nizhny Novgorod. (image © A.Savin, WikiCommons)

We peeped into the Military Hospital room for 550 – About 450 patients there – all cleanliness and neatness here as in the hospital for poor old people of both sexes, and in the maison des fous – About 15 or 20 men and as many women there in all? – No noise – All still and orderly as if the patients were as reasonable as their keepers – One of the men on our going up to his room (the rooms perhaps 5 yards + 4 yards) came to the door-window (a glass window iron barred in each door) and said in Russian very quietly Ah! Je croyais qu’il était le General Gouverneur, mais ce sont des vagabonds!” – Mr. Baehr had joined us in the Kremlin Cathedral and went with us to the Hospitals – Very civil and intelligent – It seems he is Procureur –

It was now 3 by the Town clocks – Obliged to return – Home at 3 10/’’ – Dressed as quickly as we could – The carriage waited for us – At the Governor’s house at 4 1/4 or I think not later – The femme du General Gouverneur an agreeable, nice, good sort of aimable person – Dinner soon announced – Very nice good dinner soup and pâtés – A Marinade de Poisson – Round cotelettes de boeuf round a centre of spinach and little roast potatoes as big as marbles – Then Sterlet du Volga (stewed – Excellent garnished with pieces of lemon which one takes to correct the richness) then roast poulet or game and cucumbers handed round at the same time (salés) – Then a jelly – Then 2 plats of sweet meats (a large long excellent sort of plum and cherries), and then a little tumbler of chill-taken-off water in an empty glass saucer (nobody seems to wash anything but the mouth)and then retired to the salon – Coffee immediately – Sat a few minutes – Quite long enough for Madame B-[Baehr] evidently wished to retire to take her siesta, and said we should want repose –

Home about 6 10/’’ – Sat slumbering dared not undress immediately for fear of anyone’s coming – Tea about 8 – Had Domna put away all my things and it is now 12 25/’’ by the Town clocks just as I have written so far – Snowing in the morning till about or after 11 – Afterwards fine –

The 3 Lords Paget Clarence and 2 others were at the marriage of the Princess Marie and then here at the Fair last summer and afterwards with the Emperor at Borodino – 125,000 reviewed – 2 corps of the army – But very few of the guards there – The Lords P-[Paget] bought a great deal at the fair – Delighted with it – sorry they could not stay longer than 3 days – Promised to write to the B-s[Baehrs] but had not written – Mr. B-[Baehr] gave me a little set of views of the Dvor and promised me a feuille of the business done at the Fair last year – Very civil –

Reaumur 10 1/2º in my room now at 12 1/2 tonight – Mr. Tolstoy said we had more than Reaumur -20 on Thursday night – Thinks we had even as much as Reaumur -25º - no greater cold here than Reaumur -30º to 35º - No greater in Siberia than Reaumur -40 and difficult to measure this – Mercury freezes did the Governor say at Reaumur -35º and spirit of wine only marks 3 or 4 degrees plus bas –

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[in the margin of the page:] Gastinoi Dvor at Nijeni

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[in the margin of the page:] new cathedral service 1st dome in it 27 years ago

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Chat Blanc Review

Ok ... that’s THE episode that encourages me to open this blog ... so it deserves its review of course. I tried to do it in English but my English is a little rusty sorry ...

PS: I think we don’t need anymore SPOILERS ALERT but just in case: SPOILER ALERT!!!

My thoughts

We were waiting for it since we got the episode list ans OMG! This was the most interesting, heartbreaking, emotional episode of the ALL SERIES! Like ... how can still believe that it is a kid show when you watched (and cry your own soul out) Chat Blanc? I mean there is so many things to talk about within these 20minutes!!! Let’s start, do we?

Marinette ultimate confession and gift

Ok so Marinette, you need to stop giving this boy so much gifts! I mean how much presents does he have without knowing that they are actually from you? That’s why I love Marinette so much. She is so selfless, she doesn’t even care about getting credit to her own actions she just wants him to be happy.

But ...

Even if she says that the gift was from his fans, he clearly did see her running with it right? She didn’t change this part of the story! But you know ... it’s Adrien so maybe he didn’t see anything ^^ (I love you Adrien but you are so blind sometimes)

And I love the beret ( Ik that some of you didn’t like it) but ... Man, Adrien wear it everyday. If it is not PURE LOVE, I don’t know what it is!

Bunnix and time travel

I know that a lot of people were confused about this part become of this time travel thing. And mostly because of AdultBunnix still being able to bring PresentLadybug to the future. According to Thomas Astruc, time travel in Miraculous can be considered as similar to what happened in Back to the future. That’s why when she changed the past the future have been changed also (without creation an alternate timeline where cat blanc did happen but PastLadybug have purified him like in the episode).

My theroy about Bunnix are:

Maybe she was travelling through the time when the future changed. Like maybe she was doing something in the past and when she came back she saw the apocalypse created by Cat Blanc. So she tried first to understand when it started and went to our PresentLadybug

Maybe she could feel when there was disturbance in the timeline...idk I don’t have another explanation

THE REVEAL

Ok for this part I need to divide it in three sections:

Reveal n°1: Adrien knows about Marinette/Ladybug

So in this episode, they show us what would happened if Adrien were the first to find out about Ladybug secret identity. (Yes you know how to use your brain now Adrien) . I love that they don’t only show us what would be his reaction regarding Ladybug identity but also how he understands who Ladybug was in love with. And my boy was so happy! ^^ We know now that it will not be a problem for Adrien if he found out about Marinette.

“Peu importe qui il y’a sous ce masque mais je l’aime cette fille” (Adrien Agreste, Origins part 2)

He is already in love with Marinette but he is blind by his love for Ladybug. His heart knows better than him!

Some of you thought that it was not fair that he starts dating Marinette only after he knew about her connection with Ladybug. But for me it was just the first step! He DATES her after so if really he was only in love with her Ladybug-side, don’t you think that she would have notice? We know that Adrien already sees Marinette as an Everyday-Ladybug. She is Ladybug and Ladybug is her! She is the only one to not see that.

By the way: CAN YOU IMAGINE CHAT NOIR TEASING LADYBUG DURING BATLLE! IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO FUNNY! ^^

AND THE KISS LIKE IN OBLIVIO ( just to kill us even more, thanks Thomas !)

Reveal n°2: Marinette find out about Chat Noir/ Adrien

Ok this part made me CRY MY SOUL! How dare you Thomas Astruc? ^^ ( you are a genius) I really wanted to show this episode to my 4th-year- old niece but after seeing this part... I knew it was not a good idea! ^^

Marinette x Gabriel relationship : It reminds me a lot of fanfictions but it was so good. I don’t exactly know what to think of what Gabriel says at this moment even if I know that it was only because he wanted to akumatize her. But .. I always had the feeling that Gabriel was an old-fashioned man who will want his son with someone of his social class. Dating the daughter of a baker? I always thought that it could be a problem for him. That’s how I see the character. But when I was hoping for his redemption (yes Gabriel I will talk about you later don’t worry) I saw him liking Marinette because she is kind, loving and most importantly talented (she could take the lead of your campany, man, she wants to be a fashion designer after all). But you broke my heart! YOU send Nathalie ! Ok ...later

Poor Marinette, poor Adrien ... how difficult this part was! For us, for them! Adrien was CRYING! That’s the scene that kill me! It shows how much he loves her, how much he wants to be with her! Imagine the scene without the all AKUMA thing for a minute: he was going to run after her, to beg her to take him back and maybe ... showing her that he was Chat Noir (but secretly this time). They shew us Adrienette becoming true and breaking up in 10 MINUTES! Of course, it was heartbreaking!!!! But damn I love DRAMA ^^

“Ca ne peut pas se terminer ainsi, ce n’est pas possible! Je l’aime ...” (Adrien Agreste, Chat Blanc)

I wonder if after this scene, they have stayed together or Marinette have kept following Gabriel’s orders. Because technically she didn’t know yet that Gabriel was Hawkmoth...

And they bring back the UMBRELLA AND THE RAIN SCENE! I mean I am now pretty sure that the REVEAL will happen under the rain now and with this fucking umbrella!

Reveal n°3: Gabriel find out about Chat Noir/ Adrien

Ok this part is hard ... I always knew that if Gabriel knew one day that Adrien was Chat Noir he could try to bring him to his side. BUT... not like THIS! I understand his happiness when Nathalie told him that one of his biggest enemies could become one of his strongest ally but ... Gabriel he is still your SON! The son that you wanted to protect, to bring back his happiness... but anyways, I will talk later about it in a Theory Post!

What is important in this scene is ... Nathalie reaction! She was SHOCKED AND HESITATING to tell Hawkmoth about it. Nathalie likes Adrien like a son, it is so obvious and at this moment she understands that Gabriel could use him to achieve his goal. He has always wanted to tell Adrien about the truth.

“Si je lui disais il comprendrait j’en suis sûr” (Gabriel Agreste, Style Queen)

The problem was the timing ... when he told Adrien (and we don’t know why it was during a battle) Hawkmoth was in a really bad situation. It was his only issue to get out of it and that’s why it was the HARDEST scene of the episode. Because he was trying so hard to convince his son to join him and at the end he thought that the only solution was to akumatise him and to create the strongest supervillan of his creations. But unfortunately it didn’t end well because... despite Adrien’s love for his mother he couldn’t hurt the love of his life (Man, he loves so much Ladybug it is so beautiful I swear). He couldn’t even hurt his evil dad (because it’s still his father after all). So he tried to use it against him and at the end killed everyone else. Can you imagine how hard it would have been for him to see that he killed the love of his life and his father (in addition with all Paris obviously). IS IT STILL A KID SHOW? This scene was horrible!

So my point is the ADRIENETTE reveal is not exactly the cause of the apocalypse. It was the timing of all REVEALS! They are all linked because of the connections between the characters. At the end, it was not Marinette, Adrien or even Gabriel’s fault (of course it was but let’s think otherwise for a moment) it was how the main reveals were connected to each other. Let me explain:

1)Because Adrien was the first to learn about Ladybug identity, he starts to date Marinette because obviously for Marinette it was not linked to her superhero side and it should have been the best day of her life... so how to refuse? But Adrien kept his identity secret and Marinette in their relationship was Marinette and only Marinette not Ladybug.

2°) Their relationship gave Gabriel a way to akumatise Marinette, it was his goal since Chamelon after all (and Zombizou also). I will try to make a theory about it even if we almost had the reason of why he wants so much to akumatise her in Ladybug.

3°) Because Marinette was Ladybug and he loves her, Adrien tried to stop the akuma and transforms... just in front of Marinette and also Hawkmoth. I think that at this moment Hawkmoth understand that Adrien was not only Chat Noir but Marinette was also Ladybug.

For me, the reveals will happen in a different orders. It will be my next theory post don’t worry ;)

The most badass (and beautiful) super villain: Chat Blanc

I am so in love with Chat Blanc his design was simple but so beautiful! I love how they made him. He is broken and powerful, that’s the worse combinaison! I love how he played with Ladybug calling her My Lady or Marinette and trying to convince her to give her miraculous. He just wants the miraculous to bring back everything he lost. His home, his friends, his family and his love. We saw the similarities between Gabriel and Adrien in this episode: they both wanted the wish to bring back their love. And because Ladybug didn’t want to help him, he was ready to end everything, to kill himself ... to end the pain. We don’t know how long he stayed alone on a roof singing his song but he was so desperate to get Ladybug miraculous because he knows it was the only solution.

And just to enjoy his poses during battle... he is still Adrien the (so handsome) model. The one whom during his first transformation gave to us this pose! ^^

Same talent

Conclusion: Alternative Marinette

At the end of the episode, it is like we changed everything. Because Ladybug fixed everything, we are following now a different Marinette. A Marinette who did not tell her feelings to Adrien, a Marinette who is aware that being in love with Chat Noir can destroy the world, a Marinette who starts feeling this weight on her shoulders. She just wanted to tell the boy she loves her feelings and at the end she learns because of that she could be the reason of the end of the world. And we know that because Marinette is selfless and brave, she is ready to sacrifice her love and happiness in order to save Chat Noir, Adrien ... and the world. WHAT AN EPISODE DAMN!

Hope you enjoy this post! Sorry for its lenth but this episode was so inspiring and I know that I will keep talking about it for a moment.

See you next! ^^

#miraculous ladybug #miraculers #chat blanc #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ladybug and chat noir

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spongeguyandlelouchvibridankia · 4 years

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Christmas Bet: A Christmas gift to @ArendAlphaEagle

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It was Christmas day, and no one was more excited than Milo Murphy and Amanda Lopez-Murphy.

Because, well, they were sort of in a…

“So, it’s time to find out who won our little bet!”, Milo called out, eyebrows wiggling as he looked at his wife on his side on their bed.

Amanda, already turned too, taunted. “Came to see me win? I hope you’re dressed for my celebration, I’ve got a whole parade outside, waiting to declare my superiority!”

Milo, already dressed, with a jumper that stated that he was “Number 1”, threw off the covers and jumped up. “I want to see you try!”

Amanda got up too, fully dressed with a Jumper that pointed to his and said “Is me”, and grinned. “Bring it, Murphy!”

They then kissed.

“I love you”, she whispered flirtingly.

“Yo también te quiero”, Milo whispered back with a wink.

The two then ran off, like children on Christmas morning, ready for victory.

Already up was the product of their happy union, Miguel Murphy, 9 years old and visibly confused as his parents shook him up awake.

“Come on, Miguel! Wake up! It’s CHRISTMAS!”, Milo shouted, nudging his son awake.

Amanda resorted to air horns. “It is equivocal that you WAKE UP, MIJO!”

Miguel turned to his parents with an annoyed face. “Guys, a child needs 11 hours of sleep, and if my calculcations are correct…”

“And they always are, light of my life!”, Amanda complimented.

“Yes, well, then, it’s only been 10 hours. Please return in an hour before I am fully awake and forced to partake in “holiday joy” before my time.”, Miguel made air quotations before closing his eyes.

Then, Murphy’s Law intervened, making his bedpost crack and run off.

“CHRISTMAS, BABY!”, it cried, running down the stairs.

Thankfully, his “Emergency Bed Post if Bed Post cracks and leaves to partake in “holiday joy” device worked perfectly!

Miguel, grunting, rubbed his eyes and put his glasses on, which proceeded to wash his eyes with water.

“I’m up, I’m up…”, he regretfuly admitted, and fter much squeeing from his parents, he was taken downstairs to see his presents.

Downstairs, Miguel immediately counted 5 presents, thanks to his A.I glasses “Assessing Familial Failings Like Endless Curse Kit” (or A.F.F.L.E.C.K for short, which is why it always spoke like Ben Affleck’s Batman).

“3 PRESENTS FROM SANTA CLAUS, BUT TWO OTHERS ARE CLEARLY LACED WITH FAMILIAL GENETICS! IF ONLY ONE OF YOUR PARENTS WAS CALLED MARTHA, THEN I COULD REALLY RELATE!”

“Thanks, A.F.F.L.E.C.K, that will be all. do please play some German Classical Music, circa 1897. It is introspective, and I need to introspect.”

Miguel looked at the two humongus presents before him, towering over his small stature.

They were so big, that even Milo and Amanda failed to reach.

The two bright eyed faces, with wide smiles, awaited impatiently for Miguel to make a move.

“…You gonna open your presents, little man?”, Milo asked, anxious.

“Yes, please, Mijo! I need to know if I wo… I mean, if you like them.”

Miguel looked back at the screen with a knowing look.

“They think I have been fooled by such a trope. It would almost be funny if it wasn’t so pitiful.”

Avoiding the 3 of the 5 trees that tried to crush him with immense ease, Miguel moved towards the presents, feeling the wrapping paper.

Scratching his chin, as if in deep thought, he looked at his parents with a bored look. “Madre, Father, may you hand me my Christmas list, please?”

He blushed furiously, flustered. “I would, but I can’t reach the place you put it on the fridge.”

Milo ran out and gave it back, still grinning like an idiot.

Miguel cleared his throat and adjusted A.F.F.L.E.C.K to translate it audibly to Czech, just to make it a little challenging.

“Ahem. Well, if memory serves here, I requested 3 presents from Mr. Claus, clearly seen here. Does the jury see my exhibit as true?”

Milo and Amanda nodded, still not noticing the point.

Miguel then looked at the presents before him. “And these two other ones… Seem not to be on my list.”

“…No, but we thought you deserved something extra, our love!”, Amanda said, pinching his cheek.

After rubbing it, Miguel continued. “Well… There is no other reason?”

Milo and Amanda gulped. He was on to them, but maybe they could fool him with an age old technique.

“…What did you say?”

Miguel face palmed and opened the presents at the same time, revealing the largest telescope in the world, that could see to the end of the universe and beyond (Milo) and a Time Period Broadcaster that showed you history as it happened, and in your very own living room (Amanda)!

Milo and Amanda then began to brag.

“I knew it! I knew he’d prefer a telescope! All the hints were pointing to it! Like when he said Telescope that one time! Was that a sneeze? Never mind, it was Telescope! I can’t WAIT to see you build it, son!”, Milo said, pride in his eyes.

Amanda rolled hers. “Oh, come on! Is that really what he wanted? It’s clear that he wanted a chance to view history with no danger to himself! Our son is all about knowledge, but he wants to look to the past to improve the world! Didn’t you see him spell that out in his cereal?”

“Actually, I was writing down a new symphony, but that’s besides the point.”, Miguel said, adding another 3 notes once he was done.

Turning to his parents, he addressed them. “I am sure you want me to tell you who won…”

“ME!”, Milo shouted, dancing in front of Amanda.

“Oh, don’t you start trying to charm me! I’ll dance sexier!”, she said, mom dancing.

Miguel sighed and turned on A.F.F.L.E.C.K.

“WHAT IS THY BIDDING, MASTER?!”

“Air horn protocol, please.”

One loud air horn later, Miguel felt like he could actually talk to his parents.

“Guys, look, I really do appreciate all this, and you are correct with your assumptions that I didn’t put my number one on the list, but well…”

And now, while Milo and Amanda were surprised, Miguel felt a little… Shy.

He was not much for emotions, but even child prodigy’s have to feel sometimes.

“…I was kind of hoping for something else. I’m sorry if I sound very ungrateful, that is not what I intend.”

“What were you hoping for?”, Milo and Amanda asked, and Miguel, who was busy storing the gifts (he was going to use them, even if they weren’t exactly what he wanted), walks over to them, very flustered.

“Well… Due to understandable reasons, you two are very busy. And… Well…”

He closes his eyes and forces it out.

“I was hoping we could spend a quiet Christmas together! If that’s ok.”

Milo and Amanda share a glance, the bet forgotten.

And they hug their boy.

“Most definitely, Mijo!”, Milo says, kissing his forehead.

“There’s nothing I’d like more!”, Amanda adds, kissing him too.

Miguel groans, wiping the kisses, but his “holiday joy” is clear.

“…Thanks, guys.”

He then sets A.F.F.L.E.C.K up again. “A.F.F.L.E.C.K, do put some festive music on. I am in the mood.”

“AS YOU WISH, SIR!”

Suddenly, Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas Is You” starts playing, and Milo and Amanda get all kissy with each other.

“Ce La Vie, I guess…”, Miguel shrugs, and smiles at his parents as Christmas begins properly.

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mymelonerboner · 5 years

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It’s Pink Season! - Chapter 1 - A JoJo OC fanfic

(i should preface this by giving this fic some context -- this fic took four OCs of four different people (one of them is me!) from a JoJo discord server that i hold especially dear to my heart. i set myself the challenge of taking these characters from wildly different imaginations and trying to piece together a cohesive story where they all interact with each other. to the owners of these OCs, i hope i’ll do them justice. this fic is estimated to last 4/5 chapters, and depending on my free time, maybe i’ll do something like this again with more OCs from other people, who knows :) anyways hope you guys enjoy what i’ve got so far!)

Rémi - belongs to Quality Queen

Kyra - belongs to Kyrare

Claudia - belongs to Sweet Kurage

Unknown Figure - belongs to meee!

Chapter 1 Word Count: 1,923

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Rémi sighed as he stared out the faintly fogged windshield of the SPW-assigned black sedan, quietly eyeing the suburban road ahead and its enveloping morning mist, delivering a sense of eerie tranquility. Despite its unimpressive, mundane exterior, the sedan's interior had been fitted with a number of luxurious modifications, though all Rémi really cared about were the body-heat-sensitive automatic air conditioner and the fruit juice dispenser.

He wasn't particularly fond of driving, especially considering it was somewhat illegal for him to (of course, the foundation had some strings pulled just for him, to his obligation), but Kyra was too lazy, and God forbid anyone tries to argue with her. As for Claudia…he didn't really want to trouble her. It's been about two weeks since he and Kyra were assigned to be her bodyguards. She always kept somewhat of a distance, but lately she seemed to be steadily warming up to them. He knew very little about the intentions of the Speedwagon Foundation, and whatever this girl meant to them was nothing short of an enigma to him.

What piqued his curiosity more, however, was the mysterious briefcase, currently sitting in the backseat next to Claudia. He and Kyra were instructed yesterday to deliver it to a safehouse uptown from Brooklyn, and that's as far as he knows about it. One thing he knew for sure, however, was that if the foundation had to contact stand users like him for a simple job like this, it meant two things: One, whatever it was in that briefcase was incredibly important, and two, there were very dangerous people who want it.

"I'm huuuuunnnnggrrryyyyyyy. Can we take a pit stop?" Kyra purred from her passenger seat in half-hearted irritance. Rémi felt his left eye twitch a little.

"We just left the hotel two hours ago. Tell me you're joking."

"Well the food was pretty shit so I kind of just ate one egg." Kyra idly tapped at the condensed window by her right ear. The tapping made Rémi's grip on the wheel tighten.

But it wasn't because he was annoyed. Moreso, he was worried. He really wanted to get this job over and done with as soon as possible, with as few breaks as possible.

"Well that's your fault, Kyra."

"What am I supposed to do now? Survive off some fuckin' fruit juice until we reach Brooklyn? Come onnn Rémi, show some pity won't ya."

Rémi's eyes darted around the environment before him. Quiet morning, quiet road. Not many pedestrians. He knew that an attack could arrive anytime. But it wasn't that he was worried about his safety. He had full confidence in his stand to protect him.

The ability to copy attributes. With just a touch, his stand could replicate the attribute of an object. It could be its material, its flexibility, its strength, even its intelligence or speed if it was alive. He knew that this ability, coupled with the ability to wear his own stand like a suit of armor, would serve as a decent defense against a whole variety of attacks.

"Can't you just hold tight for another three hours or so?" Rémi retorted dismissively. "We'll have lunch then. Also, don't fucking insult the fruit juice dispenser."

"I'll insult what I want, kid," Kyra snapped back with an accented hiss. "And look, what if we get attacked? How am I supposed to kick ass on an empty stomach? I gotta get my energy somewhere."

Rémi pursed his lips. He knew she wasn't exactly joking.

The ability to redirect and transfer energy. Kyra's stand allowed her to manipulate any energy that comes within contact of it. Heat, electricity, kinetic energy, her stand could control its flow however it wanted. Ever had Rémi witnessed her manipulating the energy of life itself, sending her own life force into allies to speed up their recovery. Couple this with her additional ability to form a metallic cat-like defensive suit around parts of her body, and she made for a lethal, well-rounded ally. Dare Rémi say, she could probably easily floor him in a matter of seconds.

If only she wasn't such a bitch to work with.

Rémi wasn't worried about her safety one bit either. What really kept his knuckles white against the steering wheel was the quiet girl sitting in the back of the sedan.

As he pulled the car to a stop at a traffic junction, he shot a glance at Claudia through the rearview mirror. He didn't want to bring her along with them for the delivery, but both he and Kyra were given strict orders not to let her leave either of their sights for any extended period of time.

"Rém… Rém, are you ignoring me? Rémiiiiiiii, come onnnn. Okay, I'm sorry for calling you a kid, alright kid? Come on, you know I get a little cranky when I'm peckish." Kyra pulled a cartoonish pouty face. "Can't we just, iunno, fuckin' grab a sandwich from a gas station nearby or something? Just one. I'll be quick. You know I'm quick on my feet. Oh come on, back me up here Dia."

"..."

"Dia?"

The young Spanish girl stayed silent, palms pressed against the door window, eyes fixated on something along the pavement. Rémi followed her gaze and found himself staring at a neatly dressed gentleman sitting on a bench. He looked middle-aged and worryingly tired.

Claudia was a stand user, that much Rémi knew. He also knew it was a rather low-power stand type. The thought of her getting stuck in the thick of a stand battle made Rémi furrow his brow in concern. Especially with that stand of hers…

That stand of hers, hovering right behind the gentleman on the bench. Intricate black and gold details shimmered, lit by the dawn light, all along the leathery texture of the lean, hunched humanoid, from its sullen black-net-veiled face, down to its smoke-like ankles that surrounded its legs in a despairing shroud of gray. It held one leathery hand, embroidered with dull gold gear patterns, against the right shoulder of the man, shuddering and trembling, of which the man took no heed of. Not that he would, he was no stand user, plus he had much more urgent things to be focused on, like the shallowing of his breaths and the tightness in his chest.

He couldn't even hear how much the ghostly figure behind him was crying.

The man gripped his shirt above his heart in excruciating pain, his gasping growing more and more rapid and desperate, attracting the attention of some pedestrians. Panic was starting to spread along the sidewalk as people rushed to his side, some screaming to call for an ambulance.

But Rémi knew better than to interfere, and so did Kyra. He shot a glance at Claudia's mortified face, one that he's gotten much more used to now, and knew that there was nothing they could do anyway.

The light turned green.

"Try not to focus on it too much, Dia." Rémi murmured in a low voice as he pressed down on the pedal and drove away from the scene.

The ability to sense fated death.

* * * * *

It was coming to noon now, and the three had been driving for hours.

"Shit… Kyra, pass me the map. I think I already passed the right junction." Rémi pursed his lips in frustration.

"No you haven't, we haven't even passed the Five Guys yet." Kyra said. "Speaking which, whatcha say about a quick drive-thru lunch? I could kill for some Five Guys right now."

"That can't be right. I've been driving way too long. Hold up, let me take a U-turn."

"Oh come on, are you really gonna drag this out? We're gonna have lunch in fucking Christmas at this point."

"I checked the surrounding vicinity of this car… there is no Five Guys within fifty meters ahead of us."

A cold, despondent voice suddenly cut through the comfortably body-heat-sensitive-automatically chilled air of the sedan. Claudia's stand had its head partially phased through the windshield, weary eyes piercing through Rémi's own. Kyra let out a curt screech in surprise.

"God fucking- DIA! Can you at least warn us before you pull up your Gloom-boy like that next time?" She hissed.

Claudia kept her gaze somewhat absentmindedly out the door window, her voice held timid. "Gloomy Sunday has his own sentience. I let him do what he wants."

Rémi cursed quietly under his breath. "That can't be right. So we did pass it. I'm turning back." He gave the wheel a sharp twist, swerving the sedan to the left side of the surprisingly empty road and began backtracking.

Except he didn't feel like he was backtracking at all.

"C’est quoi ce bordel...?" Rémi muttered as he scanned the buildings around him in astonishment. The whole environment that was just behind him moments ago suddenly felt unsettlingly unfamiliar to him. He wasn't even sure he had ever passed by this area before. But that wasn't possible… was it?

He glanced at Kyra. He could tell it wasn't just him. This wasn't some Jamais vu.

"Yo… this doesn't look right. Since when did we pass by here?" Kyra squinted her eyes as she peered around.

"...Is something wrong?" Claudia looked up at Rémi through the rearview mirror, seemingly gripping the handle of the car door a little tighter.

Rémi drew a short breath. "I'm not sure. I'll backtrack a little further…" The environment only seemed to grow more and more foreign, yet with an uncanny sense of familiarity, like everything was unrecognizable, yet perfectly normal at the same time. Rémi soon found himself unsure of which junctions and turns he took, and it was not long before he found himself completely lost, and nothing short of confused.

"Kyra, I need you to check the map."

"Dude, I have no fucking clue where we are on the map."

"Shit, none of this feels right. I swear, we couldn't have gotten lost so quickly like that…"

Suddenly, Claudia made an audible gasp. Her stand floated out from behind her, and spoke with a melancholy tone teased with an undertone of alarm.

"Rémi, Kyra, be careful. Someone is following us."

Fuck. An enemy? So soon?

Kyra already had a metallic paw forming over her right hand, tipped at the fingertips to resemble claws. "This is a fucking stand attack!? Book it, Rémi. We need to get the hell away from these buildings right now!"

"I know what I'm supposed to do!" And with that, Rémi slammed the pedal and started darting straight through the unsettlingly empty road. So long as they can get out of this complex maze of buildings, they'll stand a better chance. He needed to find the edge of the town.

Claudia suddenly gave a shriek. "Wait, Rémi! In front of you! Watch out!"

In front of the car, no further than ten meters away, what looked like the basic silhouette of a human figure started to form seemingly from nowhere, atop the silhouette of a motorcycle. As the sedan drew closer, the details of the figure gradually grew more and more distinct, almost as though it was melting into existence out of thin air. The sedan was approaching it fast. Dangerously fast.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!" Kyra screeched, reaching for the steering wheel from her passenger seat. "SWERVE, RÉMI! FUCKING SWERVE!"

"LA VACHE! SHUT UP! I'M TRYING!" Rémi swung the wheel hard to the right. "I'M TRY-"

The sedan narrowly missed the figure, only to crash headfirst into absolutely nothing.

* * * END OF CHAPTER 1 * * *

#jojo #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #oc #fanfic #rem #imitation of life #steel panther #gloomy sunday #pink season #it's pink season!#chapter 1 #action

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specswritesstuff · 5 years

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Home is where..The heart is..?

A little something I just wanted to write @armadaderaj ;)

“Papa? Where are we going..?” Matthew asked tiredly from the back seat, stuffed bear squeezed against his chest. The back seat was crowded, two suitcases full of Matthews clothes and a few blankets back there with him, another Louis Vuitton suitcase in the trunk full of clothes and toiletries and whatever else that could be shoved in there. Francis was driving aimlessly around the streets, hiding his tears from his son in the dark.

“Somewhere...” the Frenchman tried to keep his voice steady “We will see if there are any hotels open” but Francis knew damn well that there would be no hotel rooms around here...London was always crowded. And at one in the morning? It would be even less likely.

“I wanna go home...I don’t wanna go on a vacation at nighttime”

“This is not a vacation, bebe, it’s just somewhere to stay” Francis pushed his hair back from his face, hands shakey

“Papa? Why were you and daddy yelling?” Matthew shifted around to rest his head on his suitcase, pulling his blanket over himself tightly “You shoulda been in bed..”

“Ce n’est pas grave...It’s just adult stuff” he tried to brush it off, to seem as if he was not upset. Francis hated that Alfred and Matthew had to hear all of that...It broke his heart

“Very loud adult stuff...” Matthew muttered half to himself “When are we gonna get there? You passed two hotels! Just now! Turn around!”

“Matthieu, don’t use that tone please...We can’t go to those hotels, the sign says they are full..” It took a half an hour for them to find one. It wasn’t fancy and it didn’t have a pool, much to Matthew’s dissapointment.

The two settled down in room 467 on the fourth floor, their stuff still in suitcases, Matthew in his pajamas still. “Papa...I wish you brought Alfred too”

“Your father has him...” Francis sighed, rubbing Matthews back soothingly “Go to sleep...I’m sorry we woke you”

“S’okay...Love you Papa...”

“I love you too” Francis whispered, waiting until he was sure that his son had fallen asleep to cry

---

Francis woke up earlier than he usually did. The curtains in the hotel were too thin, then didn’t block he light out at all. Matthew was still sound asleep, his face smushed into the pristine, white pillow case.

Francis’ phone had twenty notification. Sure some were games, candy crush was begging him to play, and a handful were from Gilbert and Antonio ‘Hey! So are we going out on Saturday or what?’ But the majority were from Arthur... Twelve missed calls with voice messages attatched, three texts

‘Bring back my fucking son’, received 1:30am, today

‘Dammit Francis, come back’, received 2:00am, today

‘I’m sorry’, received 3:45am, today

Francis couldn’t find the energy to respond, tossing his phone to the other side of the bed, curling back up with his son with a sad sigh.

It had all started for no real reason. They had just put the kids to bed, Arthur got a call from work. Francis had made a comment that admittedly sparked the whole thing but at the moment, he denied it. ‘I’m surprised they need you again, as if you haven’t been there for ten hours already. It’s almost as if that police station is your husband and not me’

Arthur’s temper was easy to ignite, they both knew it...

‘Oh yeah? At least I have a real damn job. How’s the artist business going? How many paintings have you sold as of late?’ Arthur stood and started to pace around

‘You know I’m going to culinary school! Fuck off, I’m still bringing money in!’ Francis gestured to his stack of books on the coffee table, cook books and kitchen equipment manuals. He had an exam next week

‘Not as quick as you’re spending it on your frivolous ingredients and candles and conditioner! College isn’t cheap either, bastard!’

‘Well I’m sorry! I found a new passion, okay? I did not know that you were the fun police too!’ Francis was standing now, pointing a finger at him. Arthur snarled and grabbed his hand, holding it away

‘This isn’t about fun! You should have stuck to your teaching job instead of quitting the second you decided you were bored with it! Fuck, I’m working ten hours because of you!’

It was all a red, angry blur. Francis shoving Arthur’s hand off, the two yelling louder and louder, the subject as hand mattering less and less as they took their stress out on eachother. Francis had slapped his wedding ring into Arthur’s hand as he shoved clothes in his bag, stomping across the hall to get Matthew

‘You’re not taking my kid! Get back here!’ But Francis was a passionate man. When he was upset, he would let his husband know it. He scooped up his son, kissing his cheek ‘Lets go Matthieu, pick out some clothes, you and I are going on a little trip’

‘Francis I swear to god-‘ ‘Papa? Why are we leaving?-‘ ‘Just pack, bebe-‘ ‘Papa? Where are you taking Mattie?’

Francis carried Matthew to the car, buckling him in gently and kissing his forehead ‘Everything is going to be okay...’ Francis whispered, crying to reassure himself more than his son. Arthur stood on their porch, still in his work clothes, absolutely fuming as Francis pulled out of the driveway, his tires screeching as he sped down the street. They just drove...And drove...

And here they were

“Papa? Papa get off of me...You’re makin me all sweaty..” Thats right. Matthew needs it to be practically freezing to be able to sleep peacefully

“My apologies, mon ange...”

Matthew sat up and stretched his stiff shoulders with a little yawn “So now that its the morning, does that mean we get to go home now?” He was only six, growing like a weed. Lord, he was taller than Alfred and everything “I wanna watch cartoons with Al...”

Francis sighed and reached over, grabbing the remote and turning on SpongeBob Squarepants. Matthew groaned and frowned at his father “Papa, I wanna watch with Al! You don't know who anybody is and I gotta tell you all the time” He complained, crossing his arms and flopping back against his dog shaped pillow pet with a huff.

Francis huffed a bit too. He knew this was all at his fault and his son’s anger was directed at him. But what was worse than anger? Tears...

Matthew was so much like Francis. He strived to speak basic French, only being six. He refused to cut his hairs he could look like his papa, through Francis would still trim it so it wouldn't look unkept. Matthew acted a lot like Francis, they both laughed loudly and cried when they needed to. Apparently, this was Matthews time. They boy rolled over to turn his back to his father so he could cry but of course, Francis knew better. he pulled his son into his lap and kissed his forehead

“Why are you crying, mon chou?”

“Cause!” Matthew sniffled and wiped his snot on his arm, which Francis hated “Cause you don't love daddy anymore!”

“That...That isn't true. You know that we love each other very much”

“Yeah, well if you did, you wouldn't have yelled at him like that” Francis sighed and jus chose to ignore that, staring ahead at the stupid, yellow, happy sponge on the screen. The squid man reminded him of Arthur...

---

Thirty missed calls. Thats how many he had. Francis chose to ignore them, scoffing softy each time his phone buzzed until a certain message caught his eye...So he opened it.

‘Francis, I need you to come back. I have to go in to work’, received 9:30am today

Francis got up, his scoliosis ridden back aching, his eyes stingin. He stepped out onto the hotel room’s balcony, calling his husband back. Arthur picked up on the second ring.

“Francis...”

“What. What do you want?” Francis pushed his hair back, wishing he had. cigarette but he gave that up years ago

“I...I have to go to work. Commander Lewis called, I cannot...We...Uh...”

“Get on with it”

“I can't take Alfred to work with me. How far away are you?”

“Fuck...Arthur, why do I always have to stop what I'm doing to save your ass?” he huffed “I can be there in a half hour”

“As if you're doing anything! I don't have a half an hour! I have to get there-”

“Is it an emergency, Arthur? Is someone dying, dead, crashing?”

“No, but-”

“Goodbye then. I will see you in a half hour or less” And with that, Francis hung up. It felt so strange to not tell Arthur he loved him before shoving his phone in his pocket...He always did

Just last week, he told his Englishman that he loved him nearly every hour, maybe more...The words slipped right off his tongue, easy to say since they were so true. He did love his husband. Since he had met Arthur in high school, Arthur has always wanted to work in law enforcement. Arthur’s father was a cop, his grandfather was a soldier and his great grandfather had fought in not one, but two wars. Arthur has always been proud to be English. he's wanted to protect Englishmen,women and children from danger. It was in his blood. Francis remembers endless nights helping him study, going on tortuous jogs with him to encourage him to stay in shape, made him stay up late less and getting into the habit of waking a bit earlier. Francis has been by his side all of these years, even sitting in the crowd as Arthur graduated from the police academy, his heart swelling with pride as Arthur shook hands with his instructors for the last time.

Francis has always told Arthur that he loved him. and every time, it was true. It hurt so much to fight with him. They are both so passionate, arguing isn't uncommon by any means but disputes are usually settles by hugs and kisses, the rule of ‘no one goes to bed angry’ has held up for over a decade, as long as they have been dating or married...What happened? Francis’ heart felt like it was being squeezed, like someone was putting rubber bands around it. His whole chest ached but he refused to apologize first. He always apologized first.

He gave himself a minute to compose himself before heading back into the hotel room “Matthieu...Put your shoes on, we are going home now” His son grinned and threw his covers off, dashing to the corner where their bags were, far more eager to go home than Francis was.

((Uhhh I would love to finish this now but it would be easier to make it two parts ;) until next time~

#fruk #face family #fic #hetalia #my stuff #APH England #APH France #aph America #aph canada #aph face family

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emilyelizabethfowl · 6 years

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A Cup Of Coffee And Birthday Wishes

This is my response to @paigyloli beautiful challenger piece!

Both pieces were made for the @uravitybang organized by the incredible @clairelutra!

Available on AO3

Length: 5519 words; Pairing: none; Other characters: the entire 1AUA class, only there’s Shinsou instead of Mineta;

Disclaimer: I have never in my life drunk coffee. I have no idea how to make coffee. I have researched featured drinks extensively, but please do not try to make them at home unless you have experience in coffee-making.

“Welcome! How can I help you today?” Ochaco perked up at the sound of the door bell as her voice ringed through the empty café.

“Sorry, Occhan,” Midoriya said, crossing the threshold. “It’s just me and Tsu-chan, here.”

Ochaco’s smile slipped a bit. She was happy, of course, to see her friends and co-workers, but it just wasn’t the same as having customers.

She plopped down on the counter, staring at the perfectly arranged pastries, that had taken her half of the shift to get sorted.

“Not many customers then, I take it? Ribbit.” Tsu-chan said as she walked up to her, patting Uraraka’s cap gently, as the girl dropped her head, her arm being the only thing preventing her forehead from thumping on the cold surface. Midoriya took the time to get their coats sorted out in the backroom.

“Not one,” Ochaco mumbled out into the crook of her arm. “Not one through the entire week!”

All Atsui could offer was a soft hum of patient understanding.

“It’s only wednesday, though!” Midoriya pointed out, entering the main room again, his apron firmly in place. “I’m sure someone will turn up soon!”

“But what if they don’t?” Uraraka looked wistfully at the cakes again. “These will all go to waste!”

The other two looked at the pieces as well; the moist layers of sponge, connected by the generous portions of creme, covered with glaze on the outside, and sugar flowers on the top.

They were simply mouth-watering, alluring everyone who entered the café with their ephemeral beauty and promise of heavenly taste.

Midoriya shook his head slightly.

“Yeah, Kacchan really did his best with those, didn’t he?” He managed, his strong will being the only thing that prevented him from gluing his face to the glass case like a child. “I still can’t believe these pieces landed here and not in a art gallery!”

Atsui could only manage a slight nod.

“And now they will all turn into garbage!” Ochaco wailed miserably. “I don’t understand! Last week there was someone here all the time!”

Her co-workers exchanged a worried glance.

That café was her oldest dream, her most pampered child; To have it not filled with life, chatter and the smell of coffee must’ve been hard for her.

With a heavy sigh Ochaco pushed herself off the counter.

“Guess I’ll go sort through the materials, again.” She declared, straightening her cap and re-knotting her apron. “For the third time today.”

She headed towards the backroom, her shoulders slumped as if the world’s entire stock of coffee beans rested on it, her feet dragging as if she was wading through the thickest cream and toffee muddled together.

The second she disappeared behind the door frame, Tsui and Midoriya huddled together.

“Do you think it was a good idea? Ribbit.” Tsu-chan asked, wringing her hands nervously.

“I didn’t expect everyone would just, stop coming.” Izuku wasn’t much better, fiddling with the edge of his apron as if it held the answers to all of the world’s problems. “I thought she would just have a bit of a break, you’ve seen the bags under her eyes.”

“I’m not sure if worrying over no customers helped with that particular problem, ribbit.” As usual, Tsu-chan’s bluntness hit where it was most relevant.

Midoriya bit his lower lip, twisting his fingers so hard Atsui was sure people could hear him from the other side of the street.

“I’m sure it’ll work out just fine, ribbit.” She decided to have some mercy for the boy, getting distressed over him being distressed. “This evening everything will go back to normal, and she’ll be happy again in no time, ribbit.”

“Let’s hope,” Midoriya agreed, on the verge of biting his nails. “Let us hope it will work.”

In the meantime, Ochaco was busy in the back room, looking at the bean bags with a calculating expression on her face.

“Am I desperate enough?” she mused quietly, her hand sieving the beans softly.

She was on the verge of deciding that yes, she was desperate enough despite the bag not having the bean-count, when her phone ringed.

Her phone almost landed on the floor when she very enthusiastically tried to remove it from her apron pocket as soon as humanly possible.

“Hero Café, Uraraka Ochaco at the phone, how can I help you today?” She chirped happily, forgoing reading the contact name.

“...” The other person didn’t say anything for a moment, “Do you always answer your personal phone like this?”

Uraraka blushed, silently grateful it wasn’t a video call. Although, if it was, she wouldn’t have greeted him like that in the first place...

“Kacchan! You’d know if you called more often,” she retorted, going on offensive. “I don’t think I’ve heard from you outside of business matter in at least half a month! I bet this time isn’t any different?”

A loud sigh sounded from the other side. She could picture him rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand, constantly aware of the flour or dough that was probably staining his fingers. If Bakugou was doing one thing at a time, it would be lying down when he’s dead, nothing else, no sooner than that.

“You know Koji and I are really busy around Christmas,” Bakugou said, regret ringing faintly in his voice. “But, actually, we’re going to drop by this afternoon. See around, check what new kinds of coffee you’ve got brewing, this kinda thing.”

The overjoyed squeal Uraraka made most likely reached the frequencies usually used by dolphins and bats, and it had the side effect of momentarily deafening Bakugou.

“Yeah, go on, destroy my eardrums, it’s not as if I need them!” He complained, louder than strictly necessary.

“Sorry, Kacchan,” Uraraka giggled apologetically, one hand moving to play with the beans again. Her shoulders slowly became less tense and the soothing motion took the forefront of her mind, pushing the lack of customers to some old, dusty coroner.

“Anyway,” Bakugou’s voice was back to its normal volume. “Do you need me to bring anything? I know the monday’s delivery was supposed to last til friday, but if you run out of something-”

“Sorry,” She interrupted him, “I’ve got full stuck.”

Fidgeting with the hem of her apron, she waited for Bakugou to answer.

“Damn,” he finally said. “Gotta kick it up a notch or two, if no one wants to buy our cakes.”

“Oh, I’m sure if people actually came in and saw them, they wouldn’t be able to resist their overwhelming cuteness and charm!” Uraraka replied, refusing to make Bakugou feel bad for longer than what it takes to rely the message. “It’s just… There’s not many people around, lately.”

They both stayed silent for a second.

Then, Uraraka could swear Bakugou grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “Fucking Deku”, but before she could question him about it, he was talking again.

“You gotta tell us all about it when we come over,” he said in his I run out of time voice. “I gotta run now, y’know how it is. See ya.”

“See you, Kacchan!” Uraraka rushed out, managing to fit the entire bit before the tell-tale sound of disconnecting.

She put her phone back in the pocket, suppressing the heavy sigh that threatened to escape. It wouldn’t do to despair over the customers, or rather the lack thereof.

Bracing herself, determined to do her best no matter what. She left the backroom only to have her eyes assaulted by the most sparkling stack of glittery something that ever existed.

But Deku and Tsu-chan seemed as if they were talking to that highly reflective surface…

“Aoyama-kun?” She hazarded a guess, knowing he was the only person who would willingly wear such amount of sequins and rhinestones.

She knew she got it in one as the stack turned around, revealing the unmistakable, absolutely dazzling smile of one Aoyama Yuga.

“Oui, it is indeed I!” He exclaimed, waving around with the armfulls of glitter-filled balloons he had with himself. “And I have brought decorations!”

Uraraka tilted her head.

“It’s really nice of you… But is there any occassion? I thought today’s just a random day like all the others…”

With her attention pinned to the effervescent figure in the middle of the room, Uraraka missed the quick glance exchanged between Midoriya and Asui.

“Ah, but every day is worth celebrating, mon amie!” Aoyama declared with flourish, the balloons leaving generous amounts of glitter in their wake.

Uraraka eyed the colorful trail. On one hand, it was creating a big mess in the middle of her café. On the other, that was precisely what she needed - something new to make her hands busy.

Aoyama must’ve wrongly interpreted her sudden silence.

“N’est-ce pas?” He turned towards the other pair, asking for support.

The two green-heads nodded eagerly, succeeding in distracting Ochaco from the idea of checking the calendar.

She faked a sigh, making it seem as if they had to convince her to let the balloons stay. Who wouldn’t want to have such colorful spheres in their café?

“If you would be so nice and put them up on that wall, it would be fantastic.” She directed, smiling softly.

Aoyama’s smile reached its full blinding potential.

“I will do so tout de suite!” He beamed, skipping to the wall she pointed out.

Another sparkling path followed him, making Uraraka wonder how much glitter exactly did he stuff on the inside and outside of balloons he was carrying around, and what prompted him to waste a good few hours on decorating the few dozens of them.

“What’s the deal with all this glitter?” She decided to ask, with a wide hand gesture necessary to encompass the entirety of the balloons.

“Ah!” Aoyama exclaimed, as if he was waiting for this question to be asked (he most likely did). He did a pirouette where he was standing and faced Uraraka once more. “I have decided to buy a couple of des ballons today! But all of the ones en la boutique were comme ci, comme ça - terriblement moche, the lot of them! So as you can see, I had no choice but to sparkle them up myself! Much more éclatant now, n’est-ce pas?”

She nodded seriously, pretending the possible existence of ugly balloons was the worst thing in the entire universe.

“How much time did you spend on them?” Midoriya asked curiously.

“And how much money did you spent on glitter? Ribbit.” Asui added.

Aoyama flipped his hair out of his face.

“Je ne regrette rien!” He said proudly, and moved towards the wall again.

The trio shook their heads in unison, well aware of Aoyama’s antics. Nothing was sparkly enough for him - even store-bought glitter was not glittery enough. No one had any idea what his secret ingredient was, but the glitter he produced was at least three times as dazzling, making the common one look pale and plain in comparison.

Uraraka made a move to go and grab the broom, but changed her mind before she could even take a single step.

“Would you like something to drink, Aoyama-kun?” She asked, moving to the counter instead.

“Sûrement!” The man replied, almost completely focused on getting the balloons just right.

“The usual?” She clarified.

“Mais oui! Merci beaucoup!” Aoyama looked over his shoulder to express his gratitude and blowing her a long-distance thank-you kiss, before once again immensely focusing on his precious floating glitter bombs.

“I assure you, the pleasure is all mine.” Uraraka grabbed at the ingredients necessary to prepare the “Can’t Stop Twinkling Coffee”.

Maybe it wasn’t the most original name, but the coffee itself was most certainly one-of-a-kind.

It was a cappuccino, and its every sip was absolutely dazzling. The foam on the top glistened like a layer of fresh snow on top of the velvety expansion of caffeinated pleasure. On top of that was a star made with the most shining edible glitter Aoyama was able to produce.

The drink was bright enough to blind you and delicious enough to make your taste buds find everything else bland for the rest of your life.

It’s also very quick to make. Even when she was trying to slow down the process, it didn’t take her longer than a mere five minutes.

After bringing the cup over to Aoyama - she served it in a see-through glass cup and saucer, to make sure it’s beauty and sparkliness could be properly appreciated - Tsu-chan handed her a broom.

“Thank you,” Uraraka took it, grateful to have such understanding co-workers. If they were to clean it and she was to just sit around and do nothing, she would surely go crazy with restlessness.

She only swooped the broom only a couple of times, before the most beautiful sound in the entire universe sounded through the café - the bell above the entrance!

“Welcome!” She called out happily, stilling the motions of the broom. Midoriya and Asui looked up from where they were sitting at the table as well, only Aoyama being completely unperturbed. “How can I help you today?”

She looked over at the front, looking for the customer she was welcoming, but there was no one there. The door stood wide open, but no one entered the café. Uraraka stared at the tracks in the snow, confused.

“Hello?” Midoriya called out, half-way out of the chair, the green lightning bolts of One-For-All buzzing on the surface of his skin.

“Oh, sorry!” A breathless voice sounded from the threshold, enabling them all to identify the newcomer as Hagakure. “I’m- on the job- with Sato!”

All she was able to say after that were pants - it was clear she must’ve ran all the way to the café - but then again, nothing else had to be said.

Uraraka knew what they needed. She was back at the counter before someone could say “Sugar Rush Coffee”! It was another one of her special coffee series.

This one was a simple caramel macchiato, but the sugar contained in such a small glass was a dose that would seriously mess up an usual human!

In Sato’s case however, it was the perfect energy shot for when he’s out of his own packets.

First into the cup went a shot of espresso, with seven sugars. Then a bit of highly-concentrated vanilla syrup. Next goes frothed milk, extra sweetened by the addition of vanilla. On top went a generous dose of caramel sauce, and after sprinkling it with brown sugar, the drink was ready!

Ochaco served it in a solid but light metal cups with lids, so that they were easy to discard and almost impossible to get destroyed upon impact - it might not exactly matter when she fixes a cup for a normal customer, but in the case of Sato it was very important.

“Thank you!” Hagakure chirped, paying with an application on her phone. She grabbed the cup and run out of the shop, rushing towards the place she left Sugar Rush at.

Hagakure had her own “Invisible Girl Coffee”, but she rarely ordered it - she rarely ordered any coffee, really.

Fortunately, she had many fans who loved it. And Uraraka loved making it, so really, it was a win-win situation for everyone.

That coffee was one of her greatest creations - a blend of highest quality, imported straight from the plantation Ethiopian Arabica coffee beans, carefully processed to result in a completely clear coffee.

A single serving contained as much caffeine as a cappuccino, but its sweet, aromatic and just a little sharp taste resembled more a latte. It was also less bitter than regular coffee - therefore there was no need for milk or sugar.

Of course, there was always someone who wanted to add some, but it was between them and their cup of coffee-

“That would be two customers, by now,” Deku pointed out cheerfully, again seated comfortably.

Uraraka eyed them carefully.

“Let’s make it four, shall we? Ribbit.” Tsu-chan proposed with one of her rare smiles.

Ochaco grinned widely.

If she could spend her life by only making coffee, she would die happy.

Asui’s coffee, the “Froppy Coffee”, was a more of a tea than a coffee, but she left the name so that it’d fit the collection.

A spoon of matcha green tea and twice as much sugar went to the cup and got mixed with water until it was dark and smooth. Then in went milk, usually with a hint of vanilla, to reach a light green coloration. On top went a tiny bit of frothed milk and a simple symbol of a frog, made from the matcha powder and green glitter.

Served, of course, in a forest green cup with cute froggy accents.

Deku’s “Deku Coffee” was more of a concentrated shot of pure caffeine with a microscopical tang of sweetness with a complimentary tartness. It was made by compiling three shots of blackest espresso with the thinnest possible layer of frothed milk, painted dark green by tasteless food coloring. And the grand finale - grated lime zest and, of course, some golden glitter.

Soon enough the drinks were done and Uraraka went back to sweeping the floor.

She hasn’t done so for long - the sparkling trail had barely a third of itself cleaned up when the bell rung again.

“Welcome!” she greeted the newcomer. “How can I help you today?”

On the doorstep stood Tokoyami, Dark Shadow hidden under his jacket. It was holding a thick, black notebook - all three were a regular view at her café. Tokoyami always insisted it was the place where he wrote the best pieces of poetry.

With a quiet word of greeting directed at each of the four people currently in the café, he moved directly to his usual table in the coroner.

Uraraka set the broom down and happily skipped to the counter.

“Tsukuyomi Coffee” was one of the darkest coffees she ever made or drunk, both in color and taste. Tokoyami insisted the sharp bite was doing wonders for his creativity.

It was basically a large slow-drip coffee from a roast that was light enough to guarantee a strong taste and dark enough to make sure the cup stays as close to an imitation of a black hole as possible.

It had a rough finish and was almost too strong to drink - that’s why Uraraka tended to add a small layer of frothed milk and use the created surface to add a likeness of Dark Shadow made with dark cocoa.

That particular coffee was very popular with coffee addicts who were no longer able to reach the desired effects of coffee consumption via regular brews.

“Thank you,” Tokoyami said as she placed the insanely black cup in front of him. The tiny white dots here and there only emphasized on the infinite expanse of darkness presented on the ceramic.

With the customer taken care of and as happy as he wanted to show, Uraraka grabbed the broom and all too soon all the misplaced glitter was gathered on a single stack near the wall.

Speaking of which, the wall decorations Aoyama was putting up already covered almost half of the available surface. And of course another sparkling trail gathered at the junction where the wall and the floor met.

Another quick job for when Ochaco got too restless with the lack of customers.

Fortunately for everyone, two people just decided to drop by.

“Hiiii!” Sounded through the café simultaneously with the bell.

Uraraka’s head whipped around. Only half-caring whether or not the broom will find support on the nearest table she let it go, crossing the room in a few quick strides and hugging the hell out of the pink newcomer.

“Welcome!” She added, moving to hug Yaoyorozu. Facing both of them, she asked, “How can I help you today?”

“We heard Aoyama-kun was set on decorating your café,” Yaomomo explained. “We came to help him.”

“And to get those sweet, sweet drinks you created with our names!” Ashido added, bouncing on her feet. “I still can’t believe you’ve got our entire class done! And every one of them is absolutely delicious!”

Ochaco blushed slightly, moving to fidget with a loose strand of her hand.

“I just thought it would be a great way to bust the recognition, especially since we barely graduated,” she explained, a soft smile constantly present on her face.

“And it was a genius idea!” Midoriya called over.

“Agreed. Ribbit.” Tsu-chan added.

Neither of them got up to greet the newest additions, but they did exchange waves.

Uraraka blushed harder, moving towards the counter to get started on the coffees, while the girls made their way to the sparkling highlight of the café.

Her goal when creating “Alien Queen Coffee” was to make the pinkest coffee imaginable. It did take her multiple tries to get the recipe just right, but the resulting sweet paradise was absolutely worth it.

She started by mixing a shot of espresso with an equal portion of honey. Then in went three times as much milk mixed with raspberry, thoroughly frothed. On that she placed a layer of whipped cream, also colored pink, and after grating a portion of pink chocolate, the drink was ready.

It was of course served in a cup covered with a layer of pinkest pink paint that ever existed.

After this one was ready, she started on Yaomomo’s drink.

“Creati Coffee” was kind of a mix of frappuccino and mocha cappuccino.

Into a mixer went a cup of ice, half a cup of milk and three shots of espresso, complemented by 3 pumps each of vanilla and dark chocolate syrup and a few tablespoons of chocolate chips.

On top went a generous dollop of chocolate whipped cream, drizzled with caramel syrup and sprinkled with oreo cookie crumbs.

Its sweetness rivailed that of Sato’s drink, but it was a side-feature of the drink. The main goal of Uraraka’s while making it, was to make the fat content as high as she possibly could.

And since most of the fattest coffee additions are sweet… Well, no one was complaining.

With both coffees done, she brought them over to the girls, who were quietly conversing with Aoyama.

“Do you want another cup, Aoyama?” She asked, handing out the drinks. “That glitter on your lips must be driving you crazy!”

“Oh, non, non!” Aoyama explained, his focus shifting to cover solely her. “C’est mon newest lipstick line!”

He rummaged through his purse, pulling out a handful of tubes.

“Ça, alors!” He said, showing off the four tubes - yellow, two pinks and a red one, all of them looking as if they were made of compressed glitter and glitter only.

Plucking the yellow one out of his own hand, he decaped it and fixed his look.

He motioned the rest towards the girls.

“Je made those with you in mind!” Aoyama prompted, causing the girls to help themselves to the sticks.

Ashido immediately opened hers and after quick eradication of her previous lipstick, she applied the new one.

“Oooh!” She squealed happily, “It doesn’t feel like glitter at all! I feel no grating!”

With such an encouragement, the other two applied their own as well.

“It’s truly most delightful!” Confirmed Yaoyorozu. Uraraka nodded in agreement.

“What is it?” Deku came closer, Asui looking over his shoulder.

“Ah!” Aoyama plucked his hand into his purse again. “I have some rouge à lèvres for you two aussi!”

He extended his hand with a flourish, presenting the two of them with two sparkling green lipsticks. With a quick look around, they applied it as well.

The five of them gushed over the delightful make-up when the bell sounded again.

“Welcome!” Uraraka turned around promptly. “How can I help you?”

This time at the entrance stood three people.

“We have come for your delicious coffee!” Iida explained with his usual grand gestures.

“Yeah, what he said,” Shinsou and Todoroki chorused, flanking both of his sides.

Uraraka lighted up almost brighter than it was possible. Another three coffees from her beloved collection? That day was shaping up better and better with every passing moment!

“Ingenium Coffee” was a unique kind of coffee that only the biggest connoisseurs ever dared to try - a full serving of sparkling coffee.

It was a very popular drink, as people found it unusual; It was also the second drink most often dared to drink, right after “Tsukuyomi Coffee”, even though it was right on the other end of spectrum.

It was quite easy to make, too. A cocktail shaker was to be filled with ice, vanilla syrup and espresso shot. After a vigorous shaking, the resulting mixture got strained over glass filled with ice. Then the entire thing was topped with sparkling water and decorated with some mint leaves.

Of course, the cup resembled one of Iida’s engines.

Shinsou’s coffee had an extremely unfortunate name. The reason was simple - Hitoshi was a not-so-little shit and took his sweet time with his hero license, choosing his hero name after Uraraka already began her coffee line.

With the naming convention known, Shinsou choose the name “Order”.

If Ochaco got a coffee bean each time someone went up to the counter with a “Order Coffee, please” or many of its variations on their lips, she would never have to order any ever again.

“Order Coffee” was a simple cappuccino: a shot of espresso, steamed milk, and a layer of foam. On that went some simple swirls made with purple violet syrup. With a bit of grated chocolate on the top, the cappuccino was ready.

“Shouto Coffee” was a variation of affogato. While normally the ice-cream went as the base and the cup got filled with espresso, she preferred to make it half-and-half with a vertical division.

She had Hatsune Mei make a scoop that shaped the ice cream to fit perfectly the arctic blue cup she liked to use for that specific drink. The actual coffee bit was made with lighter beans to reach the reddish-brown coloration, making it a quite strong concoction.

After the boys’ coffees were done, she brought them over to the table they were sitting at, close to Aoyama. She gathered the empty cups on her way and set to wash them, happy to have something to do.

The universe had other plans - barely did she put the cups in the sink when the bell rung and another group of people entered.

“Hi, Uraraka! Hey, everyone!” Sero called out, stepping over threshold first. Directly behind him was Jirou, greeting everyone with a solemn nod. Last entered Shouji and Ojiro, following through with their own words of greetings.

“Welcome!” Uraraka responded cheerfully. “The usuals?”

A handful of confirmations later, Ochaco once again started in a flurry of movements, getting ready for another four cups of coffee.

Jirou’s, Shouji’s and Ojirou’s coffees weren’t exactly original; Rather, they were personalized.

“Earphone Jack Coffee” was a simple latte - a shot of espresso, a portion of milk. On top of that went a stave, a key and a few notes drawn usually with hazelnut syrup.

“Tentacole Coffee” was an Americano - that is, a shot of espresso diluted with water - with a bit of blue-colored foam covering half of the cup, resembling his trademark mask.

“Tailman Coffee” was a mocha - espresso with chocolate powder, mixed with frothed milk and with an added tiny, yellow-colored puff of whipped cream on top, resembling the tuft on the end of his tail.

And then there was the Sero’s one.

“Cellophane Coffee” did not, as many young people apparently believed, contain any cellophane. Although it was just as thick and hard to swallow.

A ristretto, which is basically an espresso shot with half the water, gets mixed with condensed milk. That ensures the coffee is thick and velvety. Then on the top Uraraka draws swirls with extra thick vanilla syrup. No water, no standard milk, only the thickest ingredients for the highest quality tape-like coffee.

This time she didn’t even get to properly stand behind the counter before the doors opened again.

“Welcome!” She turned with a wide smile. “How can I help you today?”

The café entered Kaminari and Kirishima, equally wide smiles visible on their faces. Behind them stood Bakugou, with a slightly smaller frown than his usual one, which equalled a smile in his book. He grunted in greeting.

“Hi Uraraka!” Kirishima called out, with followed by Kaminari,“Hi everyone!”

The two of them made a beeline towards her, while Bakugou preferred to focus on his cakes first.

“Do you know where’s Koda?” Ochaco asked. “Kacchan said they would both come this afternoon.”

The boys exchanged a glance.

“I don’t know,” Kaminari said. “We only met him right in front of your café.

“You’d need to ask Kacchan himself,” Kirishima added, pointing at Bakugou engrossed with the cakes.

“I’ll sure do!” Uraraka assured.

With a bit more of small-talk, the both of them ordered their usual drinks, after which they went to greet the rest of the group already present in the room.

“Red Riot Coffee” was an advanced macchiato - double shot of espresso as a base, with red-colored frothed milk arranged into spikes just like his hair.

A strong but sweet coffee - just like him.

“Chargebolt Coffee” was a large espresso with a thin layer of foam, on which she drew a lightning bolt in yellow edible glitter.

Absolutely electrifying drink, ideal for recharging when your energy’s low.

She finished both of them quickly, only then realizing that at some point, Kacchan shifted his attention from the fruity freshness of cakes to her swift movements.

Blushing slightly, she took the cups to her customers, feeling his eyes following her.

“So, where’s Koda?” Ochaco asked when she got back behind the counter, setting down the empty cups she gathered.

“He’s coming in a bit, he wanted to get some touch-ups done on his latest creation.”

Uraraka hummed quietly, focusing on making his coffee. It was one of her more creative creations.

“Ground Zero Coffee” was almost as explosive as Kacchan himself. Made in tall glass, it contained a shot of espresso, then got filled with a thick layer of whipped cream. On that she sprinkled some pop rocks, another layer of cream, pop rocks, cream, and pop rocks again as the grand finish.

The drink popped in one’s mouth with tiny sparks just like those Bakugou produced when his temper spiked suddenly.

“Should I make his order now, or wait a bit?” She asked, putting the glass in front of Bakugou.

“Now, I suppose,” he said, taking a sip and grinning madly. “God, I love this coffee.”

Uraraka blushed bright red, preparing Koda’s drink.

“Anima Coffee” was just a shot of espresso with hazelnut syrup and a tall layer of milk foam and a cute paw mark made from cocoa powder at the top. Precisely as cute and sweet as Koda himself!

She set the cup aside, pondering the question of what to do next. She could ask if anyone wanted a refill-

“Why don’t you make yours, too?” Kacchan interrupted her musings. “I know you don’t make it often.”

Uraraka thought about it for a moment.

“Well… I mean, Aoyama said that every day is worth celebrating, so I don’t see why not!” She decided in the end.

“Uravity Coffee” was the second least coffeey drink on her “1AUA Hero Coffee Collection”list, right after Asui’s one.

To reach the perfect creamy texture and the ethereal weightlessness, she had to forgo the standard methods. Instead, she mixed a shot of espresso with light milk and frothed the mixture to reach the perfect foamy concoction, that seemed to defy the laws of physics and attempt to escape the cup.

She moved to take the first sip, when the doorbell rang. A bit reluctantly, she set the cup down, but before she could say anything, the others spoke instead.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Sounded through the café, with a few party cannons going off.

Startled, Uraraka looked around.

At the entrance stood Koda, holding the biggest, yet lightest looking cake she had ever seen.

Behind him were Sero and Hagakure, out of their hero suits and holding a tray of floaty-looking cupcakes.

Everyone who already was inside the café stood in a group in front of the decorations, grinning at her, a pile of colorful boxes at their feet.

When she actually focused on the ornaments, she noticed the balloons spelled “HAPPY BIRTHDAY OCHACO!” which made her feel a little silly for not seeing it sooner, but other than that, it warmed her heart to see her friends care about her so much.

She could feel her eyes welling up with tears, but she ignored it in favor of hugging every single one of her friends.

“This is the best birthday ever!”

And with that declaration, the party started.

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