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hedwigstalons · 4 years

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SpaceBear - bit 3

The SS Rare Pair now has a ship name. A little bit longer this time - Alan and Brandon got a little friendly so minor smut warning ahead.

Thanks to @willow-salix for many notes and prods. @ak47stylegirl big brother makes an appearance but you will need to wait for bit 4 for the fallout, I absolutely loved your sketch though.

Bit 1 is here, Bit 2

Bit 3

“So did you kids have fun today?”

Alan facepalmed, “I’m not twelve years old any more, or have you forgotten I can fly a Thunderbird.”

Scott smirked from his place at the controls, well aware of the embarrassment emanating from the crew seats behind him, or at least the one containing Alan. There was just something about being able to wind up younger brothers that made it one of life’s simple pleasures. “No, but at the moment you’re getting a lift in my ‘bird. So, little brother, how was your day?”

“It was great, Scott. Real great.” Once Scott got into dad mode Alan knew he wouldn’t be appeased without an answer, the problem was he still had a lot of unanswered questions of his own about the day.

“Show some enthusiasm, why don’t you? You’ve been bugging me about this Expo for weeks.”

However, it was Brandon that launched in with the rundown of the day, or at least an edited version of it. There was something about travelling at supersonic speeds that always got him hyped up and energetic. “It was, like, totally awesome. We got to try all the new tech and Alan here totally rocked on the flight simulator.”

Scott gave a chuckle. “I should hope so. Can’t have you doing anything that might show International Rescue in a bad light and failing on a flight simulator would just about cover it.”

Alan tried to sink lower in his seat; a futile task given there was a safety harness holding him firmly in place. He wondered what sort of light was cast by him and Brandon kissing for the cameras. He just hoped any coverage stayed within reports about the Expo where Scott was unlikely to see it otherwise he sensed a lecture on PR obligations as a minimum.

The merciful thing about flying in Thunderbird One was that even when Scott wasn’t punching it a flight never took a long time. Within minutes they were on final approach, the pool retracting to give them entry to the underground hangers.

“Dinner’s at seven” Scott announced as he started post flight checks, “so don’t be late, I know what you can be like if you get too involved in a game.”

It was a clear enough dismissal and Alan and Brandon took it as their cue to leave. They made their way through to the upper levels of the villa and along to Alan’s room as normal, Brandon babbling away about the various games they had tried and how he needed to stitch together some footage for his vlog. It was as though he needed to keep the air filled with noise, there was just no let up.

Once in Alan’s room Brandon made his way over to the desk and Alan followed after, hovering behind the chair while Brandon made himself comfy. Now that they were finally alone, something he had been trying to achieve ever since Brandon had pulled his stunt after the snowboarding, he was lost for words, unable to broach the topic that had been bugging him for hours or months if he examined his deeper feelings.

“Mind if I get get these vlog posts sorted?” Brandon asked, not stopping to wait for an answer before booting up Alan’s computer. “Got to keep on top of my media presence and give the viewers what they want. We can’t all of us rely on other people doing something stupid to stay in business.”

Alan’s thoughts were in turmoil. Brandon was acting as if absolutely nothing had happened between them. If it wasn’t for the fact that he knew there was video evidence out there to back him up he might have started to doubt that the whole thing had ever happened. Did Brandon just want to forget it? Did it mean absolutely nothing and this was a sign that Brandon just didn’t care for him in that way?

With Brandon’s back turned towards him, settled in front of the now glowing screens, Alan found it a little earlier to find his voice. There was something about looking into Brandon’s eyes that sent him tongue tied, but faced with the back of his head Alan was able to draw on some of that courage that marked him out as a Thunderbird. As they say, if you don’t ask you won’t know, and he’d had enough of not knowing. “Is that what today was? Giving the viewers what they want?” The words were spat out with rather more venom than Alan intended as he tried to keep a check on his feelings, hurt that his friend would use him as a way to boost his ratings and grab the limelight.

Brandon’s shoulders slumped slightly but he didn’t turn around, not daring to face those startling blue eyes that could knock him sideways. Not wanting to see their usual kindness turned to hate. He might have all the bravado and swagger in front of the camera but without an audience to play to he felt all his courage ebbing away. It was only because the damn cameras had been rolling that he’d felt able to make a move in the first place. It was a decision he was now regretting and he wished the floor would swallow him up; anything to stop him being alone in Alan Tracy’s bedroom.

He wished that whole sorry moment had never happened but self-control had never been his strong point when he knew the world was watching. With his arm slung around his friend that adorable smile that made him glow every time he saw it had been too much to resist and buoyed by the Dutch courage given to by a rolling film he’d acted on the thoughts he’d been harbouring for too long.

“You...you’d...kiss me as some stupid stunt for the media?”

Almost alone.

The venom had been replaced by hurt and Brandon winced internally at the thought of having ruined a perfectly good friendship by overstepping the mark. Hurting Alan had been the last thing he wanted but it looked like the damage was done and lying wasn’t going to make it any better; honesty was a big thing in the Tracy household and he’d rather tell Alan the truth than leave him thinking he’d just played him to gain subscribers.

“Is that what you want it to be? Just a stunt? Cos we can call it that if you want but I like you Alan...really like you.”

There was silence between them as Alan tried to process that answer, the response certainly wasn’t what he’d been expecting. There was no ‘It’ll be great for the ratings’ or ‘Lighten up and live a little’, not even a ‘Gotta give the fans something to buzz about’.

As the seconds stretched into eternity Brandon spun the chair and finally met Alan’s eye, trying to convey that for once in his life he was serious.

“You do? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Not very good with words, I’m more an actions kinda guy.”

“And you thought slamming your face into mine in front of the cameras was the right way to let me know?”

“No, I get it, I screwed up. I wanted to talk to you at the Expo, talk properly, but I just had such a buzz and there you were and….urgh…put me in front of a camera and I can’t help doing dumb stuff. See, you’re the smart one, I just ruin everything. I’m sorry it happened.”

He expected the anger to return, expected to be told to get ready to leave the island and get out of Alan’s life.

“I’m not. I just imagined our first kiss to be a little more private, that’s all.”

Alan looked at the upturned face that he’d spent far too long lusting over. Brandon has been first an idol and latterly a friend after fates and rescues thrust them together but Alan had never dared to act on his hopes that one say they could be more than friends. The Bear, with his brash confidence and a partner in every ski resort, was everything he wasn’t with his sheltered island existence. Now though, those delicious chocolate brown eyes were marred by worry suggesting that the confidence part might not be true.

“Can we start over? Maybe do things your way?”

Alan swallowed nervously, eyes fixed on the mouth that seemed to be drawing him in like a magnet. He leant forward hesitantly, worried about screwing things up, all the times he’d played through this moment in his head suddenly seemed poor preparation for the reality. Brandon leant forward to meet him and their lips brushed gently. It was the polar opposite of the crushing assault of the Expo but it still left Alan tingling as he pulled away a moment later.

“So, are we good?”

Alan felt Brandon’s hands reach out and take hold of his hips, gently pulling him forwards until he was sat straddled across his lap. “I think we’re more than good, rocket boy.”

Alan smiled as a warm glow filled him. He leant in again, a little more confidently this time, continuing the kiss that he now knew they both welcomed. A warm tongue swiped across his lips and he readily granted entry, happy to let Brandon take the lead as he gave in to the desires that until now had only been played out in his head.

He ran his hands through Brandon’s hair and was rewarded with a stirring beneath him that suggested Brandon enjoyed the feeling very much indeed. His own body tensed in response, the sensation sent his head into overdrive but this was unknown territory and he was both nervous and excited about where things might lead.

Sensing the tension Brandon broke off from the kiss. “You okay?” He worried that the young Tracy was already having regrets, his actions were so chaste and not at all like the fans Brandon was used to relieving his frustrations with. But then this was pretty different for him too, it wasn’t often that he had feelings invested in these encounters.

“I’m fine,” Alan’s hands dropped to his shoulders, suddenly finding the floor very interesting, “this is all just a little new.” He flushed slightly at the admission of his inexperience.

Realisation hit that it wasn’t just the concept of ‘them’ that was new to Alan. “Oh...you mean?” The sight of Alan biting nervously on his lower lip, unable to meet his eye, gave him silent acknowledgement.

“Not a lot of opportunity when you're related to everyone on the island.” There, he’d said it. Brandon was probably going to think he was a right idiot.

Brandon’s fingers skittered upwards along the line of Alan’s ribs, breaking the tension and causing him to squirm. “Damn you’re cute when you blush. How the hell did I get so lucky?”

“You don’t mind?”

“No, why would I?” Brandon snorted, “But we can take things slow if you want.”

In answer he found Alan’s hands tangled in his hair again, the fingers carding through, nails gently scratching against his scalp in a way that had him moaning. He might be a novice but he was a quick learner. Teeth clashed together as both decided at the same moment that they’d had enough of talking.

Brandon’s own hands roved upwards, sliding under the hem of Alan’s t-shirt, rucking up the material as they travelled up his back, strong fingers tracing up the line of his spine causing Alan to shiver in delight. The shirt suddenly felt far too warm and constricting, his skin yearning for more touch and the material was just a hindrance to that. He broke the kiss for a moment and leant back slightly.

"Mind if I…?" he let the question hang unfinished but the intention was clear as he grasped the hem, pausing for an answer.

"Whatever you want is good with me, rocket boy. We can stop this at any time though, just say the word."

A moment later and Alan was ripping the hem upwards, getting slightly tangled in his haste to shuck the garment off.

The sight of the exposed torso normally covered by a shirt or encased in body armour, stretched out in front of him and showing off every sculpted muscle, brought out the devil Brandon and he planted a kiss on the bare chest then flicked a tongue over a nipple in a way that had the sensitive bud stiffening in an instant. He worried that he’d gone too far and messed things up again but the burning eyes that met his own when Alan had finally freed himself and thrown the shirt to the floor showed that Alan’s mind had clearly gone to the same place his had.

For Alan the feeling of Brandon touching him, kissing him, was awakening all his senses and setting his nerve endings on fire. His body was crying out for more and all thoughts of taking it slow were long gone. Even the undercurrent of fear of doing or saying the wrong thing had been fairly successfully shoved to the back of his mind.

Brandon remembered his own early experiences, the flood of hormones finally getting a chance at release and that overwhelming desire to touch and be touched. It could be so easy to take advantage but he didn't want Alan to end up with any regrets. He wanted this to be a relationship that meant something, not one that turned sour with broken trust. He'd crashed into Alan's life, literally, and then Alan had crashed into his heart in a way he had never expected; he really didn't want to mess this up. One thing he knew for sure though, the chair really wasn't designed for two.

"Al," he mumbled into Alan's collar bone as he trailed kisses from neck to shoulder, "can we move somewhere more comfortable?" Alan's slender form might be light but he was still starting to lose circulation to his legs.

"Oh God, am I hurting you?" Alan pulled away, the devastation etched across his face.

His concern was touching and Brandon was quick to give a reassuring grin. "I'm fine, honest. I just thought we could have more fun over there," he nodded towards the bed, "but only if you want to."

Sliding backwards off his lap, Alan pulled Brandon upright and allowed Brandon to lead him the few steps towards the bed. He sat down and watched wide eyed as Brandon pulled off his own shirt before joining him.

Alan shyly reached out and stroked the exposed skin, tracing his fingers down Brandon's sternum, ghosting fingers around the outlines of pecs honed by years climbing mountains and riding the slopes. He still couldn't quite believe that this was happening, that Brandon could be interested in him in this way.

Brandon sat there, enjoying the sensations as Alan explored, that was until Alan raked his nails against his scalp again and primal instincts kicked in. They tumbled back onto the mattress, Alan ending up bottom of the pile, pinned down the Bear. Hungry mouths sought each other out again and hands roved, driven by pure lust. Brandon ground his hips downwards and Alan could clearly feel the solid bulge which matched his own. Even through several layers of material the feeling was enough to white out Alan’s thoughts for a moment and he gasped as his whole body felt electrified.

Neither heard the door.

The voice that cut across the room was stern, causing their heads to whip round in shock. Twin blushes formed at being caught, almost literally, with their pants down.

“Alan, Brandon, get dressed. You’re late for dinner.”

The commander of International Rescue did not look impressed.

-TBC-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #Alan Tracy #Brandon Berrenger #SpaceBear #SpaceBear ship #rare pair #indulgent fluff

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kittymaverick · 4 years

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Mystery Case Files 21: The Harbinger commentary and review, part 2.

outSpoiler free review first: Holy SHIT GRANDMA studios, talk about knocking the ball out of the park. Not only was that a solid good MCF game to start off with, you’ve now set up the expectation for the next game so high, I’m honestly a little afraid for you. Like... do you know how high the bar is now that you’ve hinted about the content of the next game? Right, coming back to Harbinger for a second. Barring one tiny little slip up which I think was just something that got lost in translation (English is like that), the lore of MCF managed to stay intact, which needs to be applauded. At one point, I almost questioned if there might be almost too many references, especially with that happens to the references in the game itself. (Yes, I, the MCF nerd and fanatic, actually had that thought). I still flip-flop a bit on whether this was a good execution, or a good but shaky execution. For one thing, the way it’s executed... wow, that’s some heavy stuff emotionally. Which is why I’m questioning if that’s “good”, because I suppose there was a line of emotional heaviness I didn’t expect we’ll cross in MCF, but GRANDMA took it there. And so far... part of me is guiltily okay with it, but wow... The studio’s art style does suggest that a detraction from from MCF’s usual Elizabethan English Horror Story with a side of Soul Steampunk and Celtic Druidism would not necessarily be a bad thing. That GRANDMA chose otherwise though, and stuck with a very, very MCF story (albeit more limited to the Celtic legends part), takes guts. What I do wish we’ll get, after the next game, is a story line that’s a GRANDMA original, sort of like Eipex’s the Black Veil, because I think the studio has potential in creating something that’s more them without pulling away too much from MCF. Anyway, that’s the spoiler free review part. Back to my spoiler filled commentary!

Aisling: I know I act suspicious, but I’m just a psychic! MD: I know I’m just a detective, but people keep dying around me, so hey, we’ve got that in common. Aisling: James gave me this cube by the way-- huh? *Emblem of MD appears* ...I’m sorry, that ancient celtic emblem... has a bloody hat. It has a bloody hat. I’m DYING.

Realized I jumped back too far to do this retroactive commentary. Oops.

MD: Okay, well, maybe he isn’t dead yet. We could probably dig him out-- *Nigel turns to bone* MD: ...Never mind. He’s beyond saving. Someone get the coroner!

Six thousand mirrors in the room, and not one shows your face. MD: A technique I have perfected over the two decades of my career. Didn’t save you from getting married to a homicidal madman though. MD: ...I don’t think he picked me because of my looks to begin with.

...Hey MD, I know paper work wasn’t exactly involved and all, but did you actually divorce Charles, or did you just betray him? MD: *DEATH GLARE* You know what, pretend I never asked. MD: You’d better.

MD: Let’s see what skeletons Nigel has in his closet. You know, the last time you found skeletons in a closet, quite literally... MD: Shut up, I was trying not to think about that! (This happened in Key to Ravenhearst. The Skeleton was Charles and Victor.)

Okay, so James was a MCF fanboy, Marge you met on one of your American trips, Nigel was a Fate Carney, John worked on a restored Ravenhearst. I don’t want to say her Majesty might have under exaggerated the number of keywords there were going on here... MD: Oh no, she definitely made it out to be less important than it seemed. She also definitely sent me in because the report she’s going to get out of this is going to be spectacular. The idea that HRM might be the ultimate MCF fan in-universe tickles me with delight. MD: And fills me with utter dread.

Nigel’s shadow puppet theatre: I got fired from the carnival! Boo! MD: Nigel, getting fired from Fate’s Carnival probably saved your ass. Temporarily, until whatever is going on here got you. MD: .................... What? Oh... MD: Yeah. Oh geez I’m looking forward to the case after this now! 8D MD: Why is it that the more I’m tortured, the more gleeful you are?

*Telephone rings* MD: Hello? Marge: HELP ME SOMETHING IS HERE AAAAHHH Well shit. MD: Yeah, she’s done for. Let’s go see the body.

*Gibs collects collectibles before going to body* *I die laughing because that’s my priority too*

MD: Oh no Marge I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you in time... ...Yeah right, says the person who doesn’t want to get their hand on the black stuff. MD: Look, my sorrow doesn’t in anyway override my desire for hygiene, okay? Reminds me of that one time I called some detectives from the last century dandies for refusing to stick their hand into a barrel of rainwater...

MD can I point out how you’re making detailed sketches of MARGE’S BODY in your journal? MD: Look it’s this or pyromania, okay? Don’t judge me. Also, I’m starting to think people that meet you on your cases shouldn’t bother locking their diaries. You always manage to crack them open.

Marge: Oh James is such a darling, I should get him to marry my daughter, then I’ll be such a happy mother-in-law. .............................. MD: ...................... Well, um, I guess Marge was a cougar on the inside, maybe? MD: Yeah, let’s phrase it like that (Restrain desire to make crude NSFW jokes...)

Marge: DAMN THAT GIRL FOR STEALING MY BOY. Marge, seriously, there’s officer Davis. I’m sure he’s just as nice! MD: And not on anyone’s death list. For now. MD: Don’t say that...

Davis: Well, I guess that’s one more evidence against Aisling. HOLD IT! MD: This note here shows clearly that Marge intended to frame Aisling for an attack on her! And the diary entries clearly document how much she hates the suspect. Therefore, the evidence shouldn’t be permissible-- Davis: Yeah, but Marge is dead, and there really isn’t anyone else in town left. *Record scratch* MD: ....It could be... you? Davis: Harhar, look here’s the evidence, go talk to Aisling. MD: Urgh, fine. It’s okay, MD, I was rooting for you there at least!

Aisling: Death, death is all around us! *Flees* MD: Okay, Aisling, that’s really not helping and only making you more suspicious! But since you’re away, I’m going to rifle through your trailer. Um, now who’s suspicious???

Hm, you know, this place would have been great for a holiday spot. MD: I don’t know, given my records with holidays... ...True, you’ll probably end up doing exactly what you are doing now. MD: That said, I think I’ll take a slice of apple pie since no one’s looking. Does the agency pay for your food on your cases? MD: They’d better because I’m giving the recipes to Her Majesty if they don’t...

Aisling: I came here to save John but he’s locked upstairs, please help! MD: Um, if you had let me come with you... maybe some time could have been saved? Aisling: But what if I get killed first then? MD:........ She’s got a point. MD: Dammit, fine...

Hm, so John’s ancestor worked on the original Ravenhearst... We’ll probably need to open up the original game to see if that was the guy that fell from the construction site. (My guess is it’s not, because that carpenter was originally meant to be Rose Summerset’s husband, so it should have been Summerset. Plus Rose’s kids were the twins and Victor.)

Oh damn, a model of Ravenhearst-- MD: Hm, it’s missing a weather vane. ........... MD: Look, just because I burn the place down several times, doesn’t mean I don’t care what it looks like, okay? Can you point out the window that you escaped out of by any chance? 8D MD: *sighs* This one...

Aisling: John, NOOOOOO. MD: Right, gotta cut him down quick! He might still be alive. *Proceed to spend over minutes solving puzzles* MD: I swear, this happened very fast in actuality... Never as fast as the plot demanded though...

*Puts weather vane on model* *Model turns into a raven* MD: ???????????????? Okay, I need to take points off for THAT ridiculous transformation and animation. XD

Aisling: I can’t take this anymore! MD: I know this is hard, Aisling-- Aisling: Here’s the next slab, btw. ....This mood whiplash... I’m dying.

Um, so apparently the banshee wasn’t trying to destroy the world, but was trying to restore herself, which... you disrupted. MD: Look, Allison and her friends needed rescuing okay? I couldn’t just sit idling by. ...If that was disrupted, then how DID Aisling turn human then??? MD: .....Let’s save that mystery for another time because I feel a headache incoming... (Fix edit: It seems to imply that the ritual was only disrupted, not failed, so Aisling did get her skin back, though now she doesn’t remember being a banshee...)

Aisling: I’m a banshee? That’s... That’s impossible. MD: Well, I’ve been through a lot to say most impossible things are actually probable in reality, though if you somehow don’t remember me shoving you back into the cave, um, then I’m grateful. Once you do, please don’t kill me. BTW, your turn on the cube of mystery!

Aisling: Well, if I’m a banshee, I guess I should go back to Dire Grove. We can catch the next ferry. MD: You know that’s a really long trip right? It might take us the better half of a day-- Or a single puzzle’s worth of time. MD: ...Where was THAT kind of fast travel all these years??? I do like how it’s implied that you guys had a huge detour with picking people up and dropping them off though.

Ais: Okay, we’re here in Dire Grove-- AH! MD: Wow, even nature is saying NO to you. Ooooooor it could be a certain immortal druid-- MD: Please don’t. It’s fine! We have a banshee. MD: All she does is predict death! Oh yeah, forgot about that...

*Aisling gets “kidnapped” by green energy* Gibs: That can’t be healthy. MD: That’s honestly pretty normal at this point for us. At least she didn’t get dropped down a tube.

Um, what’s with the Chinese incense in a Druid’s domain? X’D (I’m going to pretend they traded that...)

(I honestly don’t have a lot of stuff to comment on in the section in Dire Grove, because there isn’t much to snark about. Which, I guess, comes to show that 99% of silliness comes from MD dealing with PEOPLE, alive, dead, revived, or otherwise not really a human.)

*Aisling goes back to banshee form* MD: First, no hard feelings about last time, right? Aisling: *stares* MD: Please, thank you, and I’m sorry??? Aisling: You did help me out, so I guess it’s fine. MD: *sigh of relief* BTW, four people technically did DIE though in the process. Aisling: Um, that wasn’t me, if you recall your lore correctly. MD: True enough, but STILL. Just pointing it out. You want her to scream in your ear? She’s still got time for that.

HOW AISLING BECAME A BANSHEE, AGAIN. Aisling: To make a long story short, there was a lot of puzzles Puzzles which you had to personally solve, without MD’s help? Aisling: It really makes you appreciate how hard MD has had it for the last 21 years...

Did... did you just KILL four people to restore your spirit? Aisling: I just helped their soul cross over! I swear! Aisling, you’re being really SUS right now and I’ve practice how to spot a liar lately! Aisling: I only predict deaths! And then find the souls and tell them where to go. I swear that’s my task. EVERYONE VOTE AISLING AISLING IS THE IMPOSTER

Is one of your abilities literally “summon joyride”???? Aisling: it’s a carriage A carriage can be an awesome joyride if you use it irresponsibly Aisling: How does MD tolerate you? They don’t, they’ve just had worse company and I’m a lesser evil. 8D

Aisling (actually Gibs): *suffers through the last giant super puzzle* ...Yeah, REALLY makes you appreciate what MD goes through. Aisling: Is it always this bad??? Sometimes. I’ve seen worse.

Gibs: THAT CARRIAGE IS BADASS. See, I told you it was a joyride. Aisling: You know, I think I’ll float back to the MD. No joyrides. Awwwwwwwwwwww... Okay, now let’s rewind back to when MD started their rant. **************************************************

Aisling: BTW, this energy is still floating about. And I think I know why. Will you accept this energy and use it to save the world? MD: Oh hold ON a minute. You want ME to do WHAT? Aisling: Save the world. You heard what I said. MD: Okay, listen. I started this detective job mostly because I thought it was cool, and it was for the first couple of cases where all I had to deal with was bust the criminal organization STAIN and recover the Hope diamond for the Queen. But then that’s where all my trouble started because she sent me to this creepy manor which turned out to be a prison to not one, not two, but FOUR ghosts. What’s even worse is the first time I went, I thought I only had to rescue Emma. I was wrong, and for the longest time, I thought Fate Carnival folks were dying from my mistake. Turns out later it was completely personal. This was everything that happened before I met YOU. (Again, really sorry about kicking you back into the cave and getting you stuck in the situation you were in in the last who knows how many years...) Afterwards, I went to the Louisiana which got me on the bad side of a certain ghost pirate, who turned out to be the grandfather of the guy killing the carney folks from his mother’s side. Which was why he was killing them by the way. She sold him to Fate’s Carnival. Anyway, after figuring out that I’ve dun goofed, I went back to Ravenhearst manor, which turned out there was a WHOLE OTHER SECTION I didn’t discover last time, which was somehow a very personalized and twisted marriage proposal that I didn’t notice until too late. I burned THAT down for good measure before taking a break in some place near a lake. But then that guy’s FATHER took up issue with what I did, which I didn’t even started, to be honest. He tried to kill me for whatever grudge it was that he had. I had to stab his horocrux with my badge to get him to stop that time. But then it turns out that father ALSO has some offspring here in Dire Grove, and I had to come back to prevent THAT from going down in flames as well. Thankfully, I think they remained sane. I can’t say the same for the twins, who turned out to be the evil guy’s kids. They most definitely went insane, and REMADE Ravenhearst, which I had to burn down for THE THIRD TIME. All that plus the jump I took landed me in an asylum, which turned out to be the one where both the evil bald guy and his dad was imprisoned once upon a time. Of course, the guy’s father tried to kill me, AGAIN. Took care of that, and also removed the shard that was driving me bonkers. It only gets worse from here though. I got chased around by an woman with a clock for her heart who I had to defenestrate out a clock tower. She didn’t stab me, but then the guy who probably ENGINEERED MY ENTIRE LIFE did, because apparently he wanted to use my soul’s virtue to anchor death to the mortal world or something. I got an immortality feather out of that, I guess, so it wasn’t too bad, but I basically DIED. And then afterwards there was that undead guy who was really hung up about his biker jacket. Next was the evil guy’s ancient youngest son nearly destroying the world (4th wall break: THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT) trying to revive him which thankfully DIDN’T HAPPEN BECAUSE OH GODS I WOULD HAVE DIED FOR REAL ON THE SPOT IF IT DID, FEATHER OR NOT. Then a creepy woman in a mirror had to be locked back into the mirror dimension. And that’s when my agency had a fucking SECURITY BREACH which turned out to have been in the making for YEARS. And then the pirate guy came back and nearly enslaved me. I had to blow up his ship and exorcise him from this world. And AFTER all of that, I was finally sent to Blackmoor, where I met YOU, and also saw a bunch of people marginally related to me die from a cause we still don’t have any answers for. *DEEP INHALE*

Aisling: Okay, so your point is.... MD: My POINT is.... out of ALL the sane and wholesome people in the world who don’t have ANY BAGGAGE whatsoever, why do I, the Master Detective, have to be the one to save the world here-- Charles: Hello. MD: *SCREEEEEEECH*

CHARLES IT’S BEEN FOREVER-- wait, you’re not here to serve the divorce papers are you? Charles: Of course not. I’m asking MD to come back home with me. MD: WHAT?! Charles: Where else would I welcome you back to? *Evil cackle* ......... 8D8D8D8D8D8D8D8D Aisling: ........... :| :| :| :| :| :| :| :| :| MD: .................D:< D:< D:< D:< D:< D:< D:< MD: Aisling, hand that energy over, I’ve a WORLD TO BURN.

I have to point this out... the last time we saw Charles IN THE FLESH in game, was Escape from Ravenhearst, which was NINE YEARS AGO, likely TEN by the time Crossfade comes out. Happy Tenth Anniversary of your wedding, Master Detective? 8D

MD: AS IF.

#Mystery Case files #The Harbinger #MCF

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spyder-m · 4 years

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Love Games

ao3 / ff.net

Summary: On a particularly grueling trip through Mementos, the Phantom Thieves play a few rounds of "Never Have I Ever" to fend off boredom. In doing so, they learn more about their leader and advisor than they had anticipated. Shumako.

Ann's eyes carefully scanned the bleak expanse that was Mementos, low-level shadows scurrying away from the blare of headlights.

Blue irises strained as they adjusted to the darkness of the subway, not wanting the target to disappear from her sight.

"I spy with my little eye… something that's brown and grey-"

"Railroad tracks," Futaba answered, not even bothering to look up from her laptop.

"Wow, Oracle. You got it on the first try! How did you know?"

"Are you for real?!" Ryuji exclaimed; the outburst startling a quietly sketching Yusuke beside him. "There's only like three things down here you coulda possibly been lookin' at. Urgh! This game sucks!

Delving this far into the depths made for a long and arduous trip.

Though Morgana's bus form was fairly spacious, with the seven of them packed in together; and a lack of proper air-conditioning; it was becoming a little stifling.

Some of the more fiery members of the group were beginning to get on each other's nerves.

Beyond the occasional pit-stop to stretch their legs, fighting off shadows and scouring out the different nooks of Mementos for treasures or potential targets, served as their only reprieve.

Even Makoto couldn't find too much of a distraction in the drive. Each level was beginning to look eerily similar, and Futaba's persona could usually map out a clear path through to the next exit. Save for swerving to avoid the odd shadow, it didn't require much concentration. Her muscles were already settling unconsciously into a rhythm.

Still, she had been able to find comfort in the silent form of Joker beside her. It was remarkable how well he could read her and ease the tension she felt with a gentle smile or supporting touch of his hand. The calm washing over her like a healing spell.

He was measured in the affectionate gestures, not wanting to attract the attention of their passengers; currently seeking out other ways to pass the time.

"Alright, fine. Let's hear you suggest something then, Skull." Ann huffed, her eyes narrowing as she folded her arms.

Blinking, the blond scratched his head in thought; not having expected her to turn to him for a suggestion.

"Well, uh... there's that game Westerners always play in movies." He offered. "Y'know, the one where they hold up their fingers and say something they've never done before."

"Isn't that a drinking game?" Makoto's glare lifted, catching the others in the rear-view mirror. "I'll remind you we're all underage and in a car."

"It don't have to be." Ryuji waved his arms, not wanting to incur the wrath of the team's advisor. "Come on! It'll be fun!"

Despite some initial skepticism, the crew supposed that Ryuji's suggestion might not actually be such a bad idea.

The founding members of the Phantom Thieves had been together for several months now and felt pretty tightly knit. The exposure to one another's pasts, their most guarded secrets and inner selves only helped to shift their relationship towards something much more intimate.

Still, between time in the Metaverse, strategy meetings, studying for exams, and part-time jobs, they didn't get many opportunities to spend time together as friends.

They were still a lot of things they didn't know about each other as people.

Haru was their newest member and didn't seem to have many friends outside of their immediate circle. Futaba was still coming out of her shell and sharing secrets among friends could help to continue building her social skills. Yusuke… Well, Yusuke was an enigma. For as long as they'd known him, there was still a lot they hadn't quite figured out.

Even Makoto; though having acclimated well with the team and into her advisory role; was still striving to more learn about her peers.

These were the kind of games kids their age would normally play at parties; a luxury their unique extra-curricular activities as the Phantom Thieves often deprived them of.

It could be a great opportunity for them to get to know each other better.

"Ooo, I'll start!" Futaba called, her hand shooting up. "Never have I ever… gone on a trip to Hawaii!"

"Wha- Oracle! That's not fair!"

"Mwehehehe…" The youngest member cackled. "Well, I had to get one up on you guys. Never underestimate the original Medjed."

"Well, alright. That's one finger down for... Everyone except Oracle. Alright, Noir. It's your turn."

"Oh. Well, let me see." Haru pondered. "Never have I ever... Tried the 6,000 yen Dark Ivory coffee at the Wilton Hotel."

The engine rumbled amidst the dip in conversation, the teens looking between one another with blank expressions.

"Uh, Noir?" Ann eventually broke the silence. "Clearly none of us have done that before. Now you have to lower a finger. You're supposed try to try and get us out."

"Oh, I could never do that. You're all my friends."

"But that's the point of the game!" Ryuji's voice rose again. "You're gonna lose at this rate!"

"Moving on." Ren interrupted, his lips sliding into a smirk. "Never have I ever eaten so much fatty tuna that I made myself sick."

"What?!" The Mona-bus vibrated as an indignant mewl reverberated throughout. "Why are you singling me out, Joker? I'm not playing. I don't even have fingers!"

"We can keep track. That's one down for Mona."

"Hmph. Fine, but I'm going next."

"Whatever. Do your worst."

"Never have I ever… called a Maid Service before."

"You damn cat!" Ryuji exclaimed, thumping the side of the car. "I thought we agreed to keep quiet about that."

"You called a Maid Service?" Ann side-eyed Ryuji, a shudder crawling up the base of his spine.

"Well, uh…" Anxious, Ryuji glance darted around the inside of the car, desperate for a lifeline. "Hey! I- I'm not the only one who's guilty here. Right, leader?"

Swallowing, Ren begrudgingly lowered a finger.

"What?!"

"A maid's services? Hmm, how fascinating. I wonder if they would be willing to serve as the model for my next piece?"

"Dude, it's 5,000 yen a visit. Like you'd be able to afford that."

"Also, I thought you agreed; no more nude paintings!"

"Anyway! Uh… Panther; you're up next."

"Oh, me? Hm, well... Never have I ever… dated before."

To the surprise of no one in the group, Ryuji, Yusuke, and Futaba each kept the fingers up, while Haru lowered a finger. However, given the circumstances surrounding her and her fiancé, the Thieves were happy not to ask for any more details. What piqued their curiosity more so, was when Makoto and Ren both each lowered a finger.

"Wait… What?!"

"Dude! You mean you were out scorin' hotties and didn't think to tell me?!"

"Well, Joker has had an entire life outside of Tokyo that we are not privy to…"

"Plus, his charm stats are like… maxed out."

"Right. Still, I really wasn't expecting that from you, Queen."

"W- well, there is someone… That I'm seeing."

The car jolted, almost swerving off of the tracks and into the station's wall, as Ann pulled herself over the front seat.

"What?!"

"Panther, please! Stay in your seat."

"Oops. Sorry!" Ann flushed, returning to her spot in the middle row. "I just can't believe you'd keep something like that from me."

"W- well, we both agreed to keep things... discreet."

"Perhaps we should move on from this topic for the time being," Yusuke suggested. "It seems to be getting Panther rather excited."

"Right." Joker nodded. "Well, Queen; it's your turn."

Makoto paused, one hand slipping from the steering wheel to touch her chin.

There was much she had not experienced before finding the Phantom Thieves, things that many would see as a normal part of life for a typical, Japanese teenager. If she were being tactical, there were likely several answers she could give that would get most of the others out.

Still, recently she had been fortunate to gain friends who brought more of simple pleasures into her life. In particular, it was thanks to the young man seated across from her that she had been able to broaden her horizons.

Though, thinking on it; as she caught Joker in her peripheral vision; Makoto realised, with a flush, there were still things she wished to learn.

"Never have I ever... kissed someone before."

"Woah, woah, wait a minute." Ryuji interjected. "You're with a guy but you haven't even swapped spit yet?"

"Skull." Ann sighed, her nose wrinkling at the boy's crude description.

"N- no, it's fine, really." Makoto countered, lifting her hands from the wheel briefly. "It's all still very new to me. I think he's just been holding back on my account. I just wish there was a way I could let him know that I want it as much as I think he does."

"Aw, don't worry, Queen!" Futaba encouraged. "I'm sure he'll come to his senses."

"Yeah! Any guy would be lucky to be with you."

"Anyway, looks like Joker and Noir are the only ones who lowered their fingers. No surprises there."

"Actually," Joker cleared his throat, and raised his hand, showing that his total was still at seven.

"Okay, now I'm confused."

"What else is new?"

A pained meow rang from the car as Ryuji's bat struck the inside wall.

Makoto flushed as she felt Joker's gaze cover her; the stark white of his mask accentuating his eyes, drawing her to them. She bit her lip, readjusting her grip on the steering wheel.

"I suppose you could say I was... holding back."

"I- is that, so?" Makoto answered, trying to keep her eyes focused ahead, away from Ren's longing stare.

She had hoped that in keeping her answers curt and concentrating on the road ahead the conversation would shift, the rest of the Thieves carrying on with their game. Yet, their interest had seemingly turned towards their leader, as he watched her with a fond smile.

"Queen, pull over here." Joker instructed abruptly; his tone sharp.

Makoto slowed the vehicle to stop, suspecting that Joker had spotted a target.

She immediately ripped off her seatbelt and moved to open the door, more than willing to steer the focus away from their conversation.

However, at the flash of red covering her own gloved hand and ceasing her movement, she turned, catching Joker's mask with a puzzled expression.

Having readied herself for battle, Makoto's normally sharp reflexes had been prepared to react the moment something grasped at her. Though, her guard slipped as Joker's fingers caught her the jaw.

Their masks clinked together as he pulled her face towards his own; the breath that ripped involuntarily from her throat was caught by the soft pressure of his lips.

Her first kiss.

The scent of coffee still lingered on his breath, likely remnants from his breakfast at Leblanc. The bitter taste warmed her chest, striking and familiar.

Now unimpeded by her seatbelt, Makoto fell deeper into Ren's embrace, her hands lifting to catch in the thick clumps of his hair.

It was surprisingly soft.

Spurred on by the sensation of Makoto kissing back, Ren trailed his hands down to the swell of her hips, appreciating how her suit clung to them. Makoto's eyes bulged in surprise as she was pulled into Joker's lap, though she didn't break from his lips, her arms surrounding him.

With that daring gesture, it struck her that she was sharing her first kiss not with Ren, but Joker; an experience distinct from what she had anticipated. It hadn't been a shy, chaste caress that had caught her; a moment their relationship had steadily being building towards; but something bolder, more extravagant.

The gesture, in a sense, reflected how they had entered each other's lives, how they had awoken to their true selves in the Metaverse; abruptly and explosively. How everything strange and otherworldly suddenly began to make sense, as if it had been there, waiting, all along.

There was something captivating about the suave, cocky persona Ren assumed in the Metaverse. Seeing those soft, shy smiles of his break into confident grins; his dark, mysterious eyes, shining and proud. The way he remained strong and collected for the rest of his team, even during their most tense battles.

That he was forward enough to make the first move; where in the real world he may have hesitated; closing the distance between them like this, his lips flickering into a familiar smirk as they caressed against her own.

It was... sexy.

The magic dissipated as Makoto became conscious of the eyes boring into her, sliding up her spine like cold digits as she recalled, abruptly, that they weren't alone. Gasping, Makoto slipped from Joker's arms, glancing mortified, towards their friends.

Ann's hands had lifted to cover her mouth, barely containing the bright smile lighting her features. There was a sheen in her wide, starry eyes. Haru had moved up beside her, hands similarly cradled together.

"Oh, how romantic."

With a smirk, Futaba had, reflexively, pulled out her smartphone; a pout settling across her features when she remembered the camera function was useless in the Metaverse.

Beside her, Yusuke was rifling through the back of the car, eventually producing a canvas and a selection of brushes, frantically setting them up.

"You two, hold your positions! I must capture this!"

"Inari!? When did you bring that with you? And also, why?"

Ryuji watched on in curious silence, his brow furrowed as he scratched the back of his head.

"Huh? Skull? What's up?"

"So, like... Do they have to drop a finger now, or what?"

#persona 5 #p5 #shumako #fanfiction #ren amamiya #akira kurusu #makoto niijima #ann takamaki #futaba sakura #ryuji sakamoto #yusuke kitagawa #haru okumura

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darkdevasofdestruction · 5 years

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Chisaki, Aizawa, Shinsou with a Healer Fem!S/O who is wronged

Basically, I realised that a lot of my effort was for nothing because a teacher was incredibly mean with me and just did NOT want to pass me, and it made me feel horrible, so hey, why not write comfort stuff so I could feel better?

Chisaki Kai

“Your mark is 3, you failed, go study more and you’ll resit this exam in Summer.” I heard the teacher say with a taunting smirk, looking down at me, letting me to leave the examination room.

I was rooted to the spot, gaping at him like I was a retarded cat, but I just couldn’t understand where I went wrong? Everything I said was textbook-correct...HE wrote the textbook and drew all the sketches at courses...So why was what I said wrong? He said that everything I said was wrong...That it was false information... But how could it be false...If that’s what he taught us?

What...In the world...Is going on...?

With a robotic movement, I somehow got home, back to Chisaki’s basement, without even realising since my mind was still stuck on that moment.

I failed...

I’m a straight A+ student, a Doctor in training and for the first time, that’s what I hear...

How could I fail?

I’ve been studying for so long, with no breaks-

I’ve been drinking 6 coffees per day, lots of pepsi, ate lots of chocolate, just to stay awake this last week so I could study and study- I even went past all the panic attacks I had for the past days, just so I could study for this dissection exam-

Only to get asked 3 things, which I answered easily in the blink of an eye and to be told they’re all wrong and make no sense.

“S/O...S/O...What’s with you?...Answer already...” there was someone trying to get my attention, but all I could hear was an irritating voice that was trying to take me away from my thoughts, so I snapped at them, ready to burn them to crisps with my Fire Quirk.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WA-...Huh? Chisa...Ki? What the...Wait, when did I get here...?” I asked, completely shocked at what was going on, putting out the fire in my hand. “About 10 minutes ago. Why are you crying? Who do I have to kill?” he asked, fire igniting in his eyes. “I’m...Crying...? Mhh...I...I think I need to...Calm down for a bit...See you at dinner...Or somethin’...” I muttered, dragging myself to my room, turning off the blinds to make complete darkness, getting in bed, not even bothering to change into lighter clothes. Instead, I took off my lab coat and screamed in rage as I burnt it and allowed myself to sob myself to sleep, under the covers, my head full of self-depracating thoughts.

When I woke up, it was dark as hell and checking the time on my phone, I realise that in fact, it was midnight, but I’ve been sleeping for more than 24 hours and this was the farthest thing from normal, which made me panic and yelp in shock.

I never realised it before, but this week was so horrible for me since I stressed myself out beyond belief and compromised my health, but now I can feel the terrible headache and the stomach ache, and even worse, the beginning of a new panic attack.

This wasn’t normal...Not okay at all...And for what? For a failure?!

I was so absorbed in my thoughts, again, that I didn’t realise the door opened until a low voice called out my name, which made me jolt and turn to said person.

Again, it was Chisaki, with a tray in his hands.

“Do you need me for something? Files to sign or read? Hacking? A massage?” I asked out of habit, even though I was too exhausted to do either of them. “You idiot, what have you done to yourself? You look like you just woke up from your grave.” he asked, sitting on the bed, putting the tray in front of him. “I feel much worse than you described, but thanks for compliment.” I muttered, trying to laugh, but even for that I had no energy. “So who do I have to kill?” he said, taking off his beak mask. “Mhh...I don’t know, maybe me...I just get get where I went wrong?! I...I’ve been studying so hard...And I get a...A 3 as a grade? I fail with the lowest mark?! Like...Why? Because of some old geezer who looks down on me for being young and he says that everything I say is wrong, even though it’s textbook stuff? Like...What did I do wrong to deserve this, Kai?! Why me?!” I tried to say between sobs, my voice a complete mess, but not as worse than my face, probably. “Come here.” he commanded, to which I could only force myself to crawl next to him, but to my surprise, he...Hugged me. Chisaki Kai had his arms around me, petting my hair and just...Staying there.

“K-Kai...?” I whispered, still in shock. “Tell me his name, and he’s dead. I will not have my fiance have her health put at risk and suffer several panic attacks only to hear that she failed something she is perfect at. You’re going to become an official Doctor and the whole Underground world is going to beg to be treated by you. Now, tell me his name and I will make him suffer for his insolence. Nobody is allowed to treat my Queen with superiority.” he growled, clearly burning with rage, which made my heard skip a few beats, moved by his words. “Thank you, Kai...Thank you so much...I thought I was going insane from this injustice...It hurt so much...And to heart that I f-failed...Urgh...And...I honestly hate coffee, I don’t want to have to drink so much that I’m shaking from it...” I cringed at the memory, only holding him tighter, feeling warm and safe for the first time in a long time.

The whole night he just made sure that I ate properly and slept enough, creating a fixed schedule that he personally attended, to make sure I won’t ruing my health over something so petty, and yet, he also made sure no source of unnatural stress occurred again.

Thanks to that, he went to the teacher, made him change my mark to 100%, to match my other ones, then made the Shie Hassaikai stalk the teacher, made him paranoid, before they captured him and got him to the base, where Chisaki tortured him to death and I got to watch in satisfaction, feeling all the stress go away with each scream of agony, getting filled with complete satisfaction.

Now who failed, bitch?!

Aizawa Shouta

This was it, the most important time for both Aizawa-kun, myself and our friends, the exam day when we’ll finally become Pro-Heroes. Of course, because of our Quirk differences, he and Yamada-kun will be the fighters, while I will be the Healer, making sure everybody is okay. That’s how all good teams were made, for everyone needs a good support!

Giving them both a tight hug, I go, I take a deep breath and go to take my practical exam. I’ve taken several mock exams before, most of them with the sweet Recovery Lady who always helped and encouraged me, and everyone was sure I will pass with flying colours.

The problem was, that as soon as I entered the room, the whole atmosphere changed. Or rather said, the whole room was already filled with an incredibly menacing aura, one which shouldn’t really be around people who are supposed to HEAL others.

My examination lasted about less than 3 minutes altogether, hearing only mocks, jabs and taunts from the examiners, which only made me unable to say anything else in return, my mind blocking completely.

These people were supposed to be Pro-Heroes, people who were just, correct, forgiving and able to give others help and support... So... Why this...?

“Why did you even come here? To show us how you just slacked off and did nothing all years at U.A.? You’re just a lost cause, instead of you, another who truly wished to have a future could have had your place! Get out and only com here when you actually studied anything, otherwise you will never become a Hero, no less one who saves people!”

That’s what I was welcomed out of the room with, and I could only get the hell away from there and reach the closest bench, crying my soul out of desperation.

Where did I go wrong? What did I do? Why such hate?

I just couldn’t wrap my head around what the hell happened?

I didn’t even realise how shaken up I was until I hear someone call my name and I slowly turned my head to look at Aizawa who, despite now showing it, was happy. He definitely passed the exam.

“Congratulations for passing, Aizawa-kun! I knew you could do it, I’m sure you passed with no problems! That’s my Aizawa-kun!” I grinned at him, quickly wiping my tears and jump-hugging him. “What happened to you?” he asked bluntly, keeping me at arm-length, looking straight into my red eyes. “H-Hey, what do you mean? Forget about me! It’s time to celebrate your victory! Ah, I’m sure Yamada-kun passed to! Or should I start calling you Eraserhead and Present Mic, the new and cool Pro-Heroes?” I exclaimed, holding his hands tightly, trying to change the subject. “Tell me what happened. We can celebrate any time, but you’re upset now, not later.” he said firmly, not taking his eyes away from mine. “B-But I don’t wanna ruin your mood, I’d be the worst best friend and girlfriend anyone could have! I want you to be happy and to know that I, too, am happy and very proud of your achievements! So forget about the little things and let’s be happy!” I tried to hype him up, but he only shook his head and guided me back to the bench where he wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. “Don’t be stupid. Sure, I am happy about my achievement, but I can’t be happy knowing my girlfriend cried and I wasn’t there for her. Now, tell me what happened.” he said softly, stroking my hair the same way he would every time I’d need help calming down from a panic attack or sleeping, since I am an insomniac, which made me sigh and defeat and put my forehead on his shoulder, trying my best not to start crying again, and told him everything that happened. “Honestly...I don’t get it...Why such mean words...It was obvious they didn’t want to pass me from the second I got into that room...Like, a younger examiner called the older one, meekly telling him that I was there to be examined, and he snapped at her saying very rudely that I wasn’t tired of waiting or something...And then he just...Got there, looking very intimidating and radiating with superiority...He barely let me saying, most of the words spoken were just jabs at me...And after 3 minutes of that, he just kicked me out of there like I was nothing, saying that...Well...” by this point I was already trying not to let my voice break again, gripping Aizawa’s shirt tightly, which only made him hug me tighter, whispering soothing things into my ear. “Give me a day and I will see how I can solve this. Recovery Girl will be livid when she hears that, there’s no way she will allow her favourite student to be treated so bad.” he reassured me, tilting my face up so I could look at him, to know that he was serious. “Y-You...Think so...?” I whispered, tears forming at my eyes in hope. “That woman would overthrow the Government for you. You’re talented and worked extremely hard, she’s not going to let you be treated like that. You’ll see, don’t worry.” he let out an amused breath, before getting me to get up, wiping my tears with his handkerchief. “Thank you, Aizawa-kun...I’ve no idea what I’d do without your support and help, really...Hehe! Kinda silly...” I said, grinning sheepishly, scratching the back of my neck, when we heard the obnoxious yell of our friend. “Yooooooo! Guess who’s a new Pro-Hero! Oh yeah, this guy!” he laughed, smiling from ear to ear, hugging both me and Aizawa tightly. “Good job, Yamada-kun! I knew you could do it! Ah...! Or should I call you Present Mic from now on~?” I asked, smirking, teasing him and poking his cheeks, like I always used to when he’d get super excited. “Ohhhh yassss! That has such a nice ring to it! And now, we’re the perfect team! Present Mic, Eraserhead and-” he started saying, but was cut off by Aizawa, who looked at me, then with a proud side smile, he said my Hero name.

It had a god damn great ring to it when he said it.

To celebrate, we all went to a pub and had fun the whole night, drinking, playing games, gossiping and just enjoying each others’ existence, happy that, at least for tonight, there were no more worries, and I actually had a chance to become a Healer Hero without having to go through such ridicule again.

Thank you, Aizawa-kun, for always being there for me when I needed you. From now on, please, let me support you as well!

Shinsou Hitoshi

To be explained that I and Shinsou have been best friends since forever and that I always told him he’ll become an amazing Hero, especially with such a brilliant Quirk, is an understandment, because this lavender boi deserves all the love and support in the world.

Now, we’re both in U.A., him in class 1-C and I in class 1-A.

To be fair...It’s rather unfair, I think. It should have been him in the Hero class, not me. He worked much harder against the stigma, and he’s the one wanting to be a real Hero and to save people, not me.

I tried to talk to the higher-ups, but they didn’t allow this student transfer, unfortunately. Of course, he wasn’t jealous or upset about this, and just said he’ll work harder to earn a spot in either Hero classes, so all I could do was support him from now on as well.

He deserves it.

The problem was that by some people, my Quirk was seen as nothing but dull and boring, something so passive that shouldn’t have been in the Hero course, but in some other class where they allowed whimps.

I mean...That wouldn’t have been such a huge problem, if not for the fact that some people found out that my parents were villains and they started hating on me for that, as if I had any choice in that matter.

The only place where I didn’t hear jabs was in my own class, and to be fair, I was rather reserved, not wanting to leave the classroom unless absolutely necessary, or if I had to go home, so I won’t hear any of those things again.

Today again, I was waiting for Shinsou in front of the gate, so we could go home together, just as we always do, when a group of students go past me and start laughing. I try to ignore them and just hang my head, braiding a little tail on my hair and swinging my feet back and forth.

“Why the hell are you even here? You won’t become a hero, that’s for sure. Hell, maybe with some luck you can graduate, but who in their right minds would make a villain’s child a Hero? It’s clear you’ll betray us! And, really? Healing, that’s your power? How pathetic! Why don’t you crawl back under a rock or something?” one of them jabbed at me, but I only looked away. “I mean, you didn’t make it in any of the Hero classes. In fact, you’re from 1-K, Management or something. I don’t see you doing anything heroic, so why don’t you leave me alone?” I mutter, hoping they’d go away, but to my surprise, the one who spoke also got mad and took me by the neck of my shirt shirt, looking very angry. “Listen here, you nobody! If I ever see you around, I’m gonna beat the hell outta ya! Ya hear me?! I’m gonna show ya what people do to villains!” he started threatening, which made me gulp since honestly, I WAS training physically, but the fact that my Quirk was no help in that department wasn’t the best thing to think about. “Yo, dude, the hell are you doing there?” a voice called from somewhere, which made the guy harassing me reply with a curse, which in turn, got him blank-minded, letting go of me, then slapping himself repeatedly. “This should teach you not to bully others, you lowlife. Now leave, all of you.” looking up, I see that my saviour was Hitoshi himself, who looked pretty pissed off. “Hey...Sorry about that. I didn’t expect them to get physical...” I apologised, looking away. “Why are you apologising? It should be them who apologise to you.” he asked, tilting his head like a confused kitten. “You got through all that trouble to save me and even used your Quirk for that...I should have been able to fend them off myself.” I mutter, fumbling with my fingers. “I’m the offense and you’re the healer, I think that went pretty well. Healers are too rare and important in missions so they’ll never be in the front row either way. So...What’s the problem here?” he asked, trying to understand my weird behaviour. “You say that but...Maybe they’re right, in their own way. I mean...Who’d make a villain’s kid a Hero or something? No one’s gonna trust me...Especially for a task like saving people...And? A Healer Quirk in the Hero course? That’s just pathetic...You should have been the one in 1-A, not me. You have much more potential and deserve it, unlike me...” I muttered, looking away, but his response was a sigh and a flick on the forehead, which made me gasp in shock, not having had expected something like that to happen. “If I hear you saying that again, I will personally beat some sense into you. Honestly, what’s with you, anyways? You’re the one always saying I should trust in myself and my own abilities, so now you doubt yourself? And what for, over some brainless guys’ mean words? I’m gonna get in the Hero course and you better be there to wait for me, got it?” he replied firmly, his gorgeous eyes looking straight into my soul. “D-Damn...Shinsou-kun...You can be rather intimidating when you want to be...” I chuckle nervously, knowing I had no escape this and my words won’t be forgotten. “Look...I’m not the best at comforting...You’re much better and in-touch with emotions, so I’ll let you be the boss at that...But even so, stop comparing yourself to others. You are yourself and nobody can compete with that, got it? If you got into 1-A, that was with a reason and nobody can take that away from you. Now...Look at me and show me that smile I fell in love with.” he finished with a smile, his hand on my cheek, raising my face so I’d look at him. “You know I love you, right? You always say what I need to say...Thank you, Shinsou-kun.” I smiled softly, leaning into his touch. “Good. Now then, Aizawa-sensei gave me the weekend off, so I guess it’s date night. I’ll be over at yours by 7 or something. Gotta grab some snacks and video games, after all.” he smirked seeing how my eyes lit up in happiness, forgetting every bad thing that happened today. “R-Really? We didn’t have time for a date night in ages! Ahhh, so cool!! I love you, Shinsou-kun!” I replied in glee, jump-hugging him tightly, kissing his cheek before I hugged his arm so we could walk home. “Heh...Love you, S/O.” he said in a low voice, still smiling and blushing slightly.

Villain or Hero, neither of us cared anymore, it was just the two of us, cuddled in bed, playing video games, surrounded by various snacks and fizzy drinks, making jokes and having fun, like two ordinary teenagers with no worries about the world’s problems.

We are happy.

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Episode 4: “Tua supremacy babey” - Lily O

I GET TO REUNITE WITH JINX YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

me waking up to see that im in the new tribe: https://media.tenor.com/images/93212119a4887f9fa0ad945c7ae2a5d0/tenor.gif

tbh i expected the swap since like we have 14 rn so its a reasonable number to do a swap before the merge.. but like this swap sucks not only me being the only one from og eener but its also me having to be with these 4 whites ppl. you know i don't trust white ppl except mikki SDFSDFSDFSDF so this absolutely SUCKS. and geekoffilm is on another tribe too.

URGH i hope i can team up with jinx and jude. and joey and i used to play together in CoW so hopefully, i am able to make him want to work with me again.. but monty... monty is very skeptical cause like they could just vote me off now. BUT THEN, i know that either jinx or raffy has the idol for sure, so maybe i need to ask jinx for that. or i just ask the person who i'll be up against with in the tic tac toe to throw a challenge if they are the og eener too.

much to think about bestie booth. i wanna trust these ppl so bad but i have trust issues

https://youtu.be/JrXnnD5KU0I

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naur this is the plan if we go to council

imma be like joey

you are the only cis white man on the team

you have to go.

you wanna be an ally?

THIS IS HOW!!!

so im pushing for u FEWEJFEEFJEFEIFEFIJW

heS ALWAYS SAYING HE WANTS TO BE A BETTER ALLY

ALWAYS CALLING ME LIKE JINX IM SO SORRY

ILL BE LIKE FOR WHAT??

HE'S LIKE FOR BEING A WHITE CIS STRAIGHT MAN.

IF UR REALLY SORRY ULL LEAVE!

I have to start this out by saying Giraffez, I’m so sorry! I tried my best but too many people wanted to keep us comp strong and wanted Lily O to stay. I really wish we would have had the chance to play longer together but sometimes it’s just not in the cards.

As far as swap goes, I’m really happy about my team. We have a majority from my original group which is pretty wild. I wish Chips was here and I really hope he makes it work somehow but I’m ngl I’m a little worried about him.

I was so so thrilled to see Jinx on Tua with me. I also have started talking with Captain and Jude. They both seem super nice so as always I’m hoping to avoid tribal once again.

I’d like to the think that original Llih (was that how you spelled it?) will stay together but Giraffez told me that Lily O told her that she was voting for me. Now obviously we all voted Giraffez but I think Lily O knows I was plotting. So. I hope we can stick together. But. Yeah. Your girl is worried. And excited. She is excited cause this group seems cool. But nervous because yeah I’m not ready for another vote out. Mkay. Bye.

This swap went pretty well for me all things considered. I still have a bunch of people from my OG Tribe, and the new people seem active and really nice! So, I like my tribe. Blake offered to me today to work together closely in the game which I am down for. The semi-inactive people need to stick together and all that lmao. Other than that, I am straight Vibing

Swap time! honestly its time to kick it into high gear and win this immunity challenge! make some real allies!

HELLO AUTUMNS WORLD!!!!!! So I have arrived in a swapped team with 3 of my old members! SOOO happy Mikki is here firstly since we can discuss basically anything. Blake and Raffy im also cool with but not like as close with them. Maybe a bit more with Blake. Of the new people my fav is Chris !! Already liking our chats and hope it can turn more strategic later maybe!! Ricky is also cool and funny and chips I was allies with him in Kili which is cool but probably the weakest connection of the new people so far!! It looks like we are gonna lose and if so its kinda hard like on one hand we have easy majority to vote off idk probably chips or maybe ricky or we could go against tribal linesI think Blake truly does wanna work with me tho but is just busy. Like going against tribal lines is kinda fun but maybe dumb. And chips being the 1 in a 4-2-1 swap sucks too!! Idk kind of evaluating the vibe with Mikki and will see what we think later if we lose… we would probs be safe regardless being protected by tribal lines on one side and having developed sorta good vibes with Chris and Ricky from the other side so probs wouldn’t be targeted from that angle either?? Hopefully… I did have kind of a delayed start with the new people cuz of irl stuff but yah we will see!

My opinion on swap was initially sad because I was missing out on Jinx/Jude/Joey/Captain BUT then I realize I like this tribe?? Im with Ricky still, Mikki probably is sitting at the cookout as we spesk, Chips is lowkey goody but I got my eye on him, Benj and I bond over Agatha Christie <3, Blake I knew from TDI so we have been goofin like a Goofy movie, Raffy I actually enjoy that we chat of the most mundane things, and that's everybody! I think I have a chance to survive on this tribe

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My thoughts are that I've got Ricky and Mikki at minimum. I know Mikki/Raffy got beef but I doubt they go for each other. Chips is like a level-headed Joey but I reckon one of him/Blake/Benj will be targeted if I had to guess. Nevertheless me and Captain talked during our matchup and exchanged info. My hope is me or Ricky are in Outhouse but I also hope not so we have higher odds to keep the goodies all goodie and safe

https://voca.ro/18WSqZznajDx

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I LOVE JUDE

so idk where my last confessional left off but i think it was before tribal. so after tribal, jinx’s manifestations came true, we swapped, i ended up on a tribe with no one i knew except chris, so that was kind of…nnng. but hey, gotta roll with the punches. me and jinx were paired up for the challenge which game me a bit of time to talk with them, and they gave me some insight on ppl i didn’t really know on my tribe, and also they gave me a tarot reading, and it basically said that while i’m probably gonna have to deal with some bullshit, i just have to use everything i’ve learned to get over any obstacles, and stay calm and collected through it all. i’m really really praying for this one, since we just lost immunity, and now chris is going to the outhouse, i’m afraid that i’m truly all alone now. and if there’s one thing that scares me it’s being alone. i really like mikki tho, and i heard benj was good ppl. maybe if i let them know that raffy might have the half idol then maybe they’d be more inclined to work with me, but i also really enjoy raffy’s presence, so i don’t really want him to be a target. blake and i have had a good amount of dialogue so i’m hoping that he’d be willing to work with me, to be honest. ughhhhh why why why tribal. WHY TRIBAL. in all my years of playing tumble survivor i’ve never been sent to like…and exile or redemption island ONCE. not once….ever…. please god let me get to the outhouse just one time.

First of all, lemme just say I'm so amused by how quickly my chances of no-votes went RIGHT out the door. But also thank god that it went off without a hitch! And right before a swap, no less New tribe is definitely iconic. LOVE Jinx, Captain and Jude are cool too, and then my Llih buddies are also v nice to have (shoutouts monty and joey)

Tua supremacy babey

https://youtu.be/oP7DWOnmt40

https://youtu.be/Z3_pyWTdRh8

https://youtu.be/UFshPYJ98z0

hello confessional booth... i'm here to give you um. something i hope!!!!

well since the swap, i feel like i've managed to fit in better than i expected cause ive been feeling under the weather and i don't rlly have energy to talk to anyone (which is so great that our tribe won this IC) but i rlly need to work on that more for sure..

joey wants to work with me.. like a lot. we worked together for a bit in CoW before he was voted out and he was a great ally to me back then so i think i can trust joey a little bit? and he rlly wants the pocs to go far so i think this is a good sign.

with jinx, we've been wanting to talk about the outhouse thing but jinx wants to call and i've been feeling sick so we haven't called but hopefully we can do that soon. i trust jinx a lot and i know they're gonna take care of me.

jude.. you know i like her since i saw her intro vid so yup gonna need to talk to her more!!!

lily c.. my fellow teacher pls SFSFSDFSD i enjoy our chat a lot like idt its much but every time we talk, with her, it just feels great and nice and like we just get to know each other so far so i hope we can talk game a bit more but we'll see

lily o.. we haven't talked since the day the swap happened. idk why. maybe she's busy or maybe i should dm her first so i think i'm gonna do that tmr my time if i have the energy.

and monty... PLEASE idk if i can trust monty or not. like he's a good friend of mine but my experience in orgs with them is that they tried to break the swp apart (which was smart but then mikki and i are both playing so gotta keep an eyes on them)

i'm just trying to feel good and hopefully recover soon cause i hate being sick. idk i'm scared of covid!!!!! but i haven't gone outside for a week or two methinks so we're gonna pray and see.

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missing mikki and hope she will be fine

Blake suggested starting an OG Eneer alliance to Mikki and Benj. They took them up on the offer so I guess I am in my first alliance of the game based on arbitrary reasons. In any case, they seem to want to vote out Chips which is a RIP. But whatever keeps me safe for one more round.

I don’t have an obsession with the Mr. Robinson’s Neighborhood sketch from SNL... No I clearly don’t... https://youtu.be/whfQf3Pd5bU

It’s my chronic overthinking in this swap that is going to do me in, I feel. It’s the pressure of having to actually think differently, and coming off of EVERYTHING I’ve seen in this community over the past 6 months, oh good Lord have mercy, I feel as though its so hard for me to want to not sacrifice my game, but at the same time... I feel all the pressure in the world to flip. I did have a lucid dream that if I got to a point where I consistently voted only white people at every Council, it would make my game look REALLY good by comparison, since I literally did everything I could, and no, I don’t want to hear anyone post season say this was rigged for Jinx, it’s not, we’re only going to go against each other down the road because of how this season has been set up, and it breaks my heart

https://photos.app.goo.gl/eSvSGkc4zmBfnYVP7

So here's some tea I suppose. I was a pretty big fan of the tribe swap because people talked more in general. This was particularly interesting considering their different timezones but continued ability to keep up conversation. It was pretty apparent that I was at a numbers deficit from my original tribe but my hope was that people didn't want to play like "that" and then if they did that my former tribe would throw it to keep the numbers. Apparently that is not true as Lily C went as hard as possible to win a challenge she could have convincingly thrown as an "accident" multiple times. At any rate, based on the total lack of communication with me concerning who I am voting it is evident that either the plan is to vote someone without telling me or that it is to vote me. This means that regardless of the situation I am in a terrible position and will be leaving sooner rather than later. I don't know that I've been swap screwed in the past (perhaps, I've been playing for too long) but it really stinks.

For the TL;DR watch this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dzftXB28gBE

http://www.purplerockpodcast.com/wp-content/uploads/survivor-pearlislands-lillian-morris-no-sir.gif

As I'm writing this, I have a big gulp from... you guessed it... 7/11. I need to flip on one of the three of Monty, Lily O, and Lily C. My best option is going to vote for Lily O, I need Monty and Lily C to know I'm only doing this because yanno, things look awfully awful, and the pressure of making the right move and yet making sure I don't lose relationships is starting to get to me.

I also need them as shields because theyre the only winners in this game, and I need them here as shields for down the road heading into a merge.

I can't even believe I found TWOA IDOLS! I had to think a lot about who to give it too but I decided to do what felt like the smartest thing to do. Jinx and Captain already trust me and I enjoy Ricky but he gives semi chaotic energy. With that in mind, I had to give it to Jude as a sign of faith. Not only am I wanting her to do well, but I want to prove to her I legit want to work with her come merge 😊

https://youtu.be/vOn8Zsi0njA

https://youtu.be/UWTB-LYjbu0

for Chips: https://youtu.be/lSeDZdSEl4o

#tsaw #episodes

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“I don’t remember our hello kiss being a hello makeout. Are you threatened by my friend?” Omegaverse UsUk or “Hey, pal. His/her/their eyes are up there.”

Okay, so, when I was reblogging that post, I caught sight of your first prompt and couldn’t figure it out. “I hope someone doesn’t pick that,” I thought.

You’re the only one to send a prompt and… *sigh*

But I wanted to do both so I came up with an idea!

And then I realised what it meant! ^^” But I wanted to do both so this is the first prompt just now. It’s not so much USUK as it’s post-break up USUK, Ameripan and PrUK. I hope that’s okay.

I’ve also decided I want to do a second part which shows what happens after this short bit. So, basically, you’re gonna get this one, a second part to it and an actual USUK story for the first prompt AND one for the other one, too. :) All of them will be omegaverse, too.

Rated T for swearing.

HelloKiss

Arthur had been hoping not to bump into his ex.Unfortunately, he was also best friends with his ex’s new boyfriend.It hurt to see them together but he’d developed a knack forsuppressing his emotions so that no alpha or omega could smell hisdistress. Sure, it put stress on his body but he preferred to dealwith a day of throwing up than letting his stupid omega biology leavehim weeping in front of people.

Thankfully, his other best friend was an alpha calledFrederico and Arthur had already invited him along, anyway. So, whenKiku tremulously asked if it was okay if Alfred turned up to theirmonthly café catch up, Arthur had said yes. He’d then proceeded tocomplain to Frederico about it over the phone. As he ended the call,he had berated himself for being so mean and for ranting at the poorman – Frederico had assured him that it wasn’t a problem andpromised to be there early in order to be Arthur’s moral support.

When Arthur got there, both Frederico and Kiku hadarrived before him. There was no sign of Arthur’s ex and he relaxedconsiderably. Still, he slipped into the booth beside Fredericorather than Kiku and began to remove his scarf. “Is he notcoming?” he asked, not bothering to elaborate.

“He’ll be here later,” Kiku informed him.Arthur caught Kiku’s scent which was a little sour, no doubt due tothe worry he felt over his best friend and boyfriend coming to blows.

“Ah.”

They fell silent until they ordered. Kiku got himselfsome green tea (even though he had admitted at one point that itwasn’t as good as the tea he bought himself) and a selection of threesandwiches. Frederico opted for a cappuccino and a bowl of soup.Arthur got himself some English Breakfast tea and one of the smallsteak pies the café was known for. Once the waitress had wanderedoff, Arthur turned to his friends.

“Well?” he said. “How is everyone?”

“I’ve been rather busy in the garage,”Frederico told him. “It’s been busier than normal. Apparently,my scent’s been covered up by the oil and grease.”

“Don’t you shower?” Arthur teased, smirkingat him.

“Of course I do,” replied Frederico, rollinghis eyes. “It’ll fade, I’ve been told.”

“Perhaps that is why everyone is unsure whetheryou’re mated or not,” Kiku pointed out. “I have had severalpeople ask if you are available.”

“Then why do they never ask me out?!”Frederico exclaimed.

“They’re probably omegas, right?” saidArthur, rolling his eyes. When Kiku nodded, Arthur shook his head.“They won’t ask you out unless you do. Anyway, is that allyou’ve been doing? Working?”

“No,” Frederico conceded. “Antonio hasbeen pestering me.”

“Why?”

“He’s been wanting me to help him figure out howto court you.”

“What?” said Arthur in some surprise. “Why?The last few times we met, I snapped at him.”

“He seems to be attracted to grumpy people. Therewas an Italian omega but… Lo… Lo-something had to go back toItaly to help take care of his grandfather and broke up with him. Lodidn’t want to do the long-distance thing, what with the horrorstories of bonded couples being so far apart.”

“Poor Antonio,” Kiku interjected.

“Urgh,” saidArthur, rubbing at his temples. “I do notwant to date that guy. Your cousin’s just too annoyingly happy.”He reminds me too much of…

“Hm. I’ve told him that. He hasn’t listened.”Frederico paused and frowned around the room. His two friendsfollowed his gaze but found only a few odd groups chattering andeating, a waitress returning to the counter as she scribbled on herpad. Cheerful cream and pale pink walls stared back at them withscenery sketches hung upon them. The counter of cakes was ratherenticing and Arthur had to resist looking at them lest he buy onelater.

“What is it?” asked Kiku when they all lookedback at each other.

“He was threatening to follow me,” explained Frederico.

“Oh, that’s all Ineed,” Arthur murmured before he grimaced at Kikuapologetically. “It doesn’t look like he’s here, though…”

“Thank goodness,” agreed Frederico.

“Well, let’s not think about it too much. How areyou, Kiku?”

“I am quite well,” Kiku replied with a smallsmile. “My company is developing a new app for recipe finding.It’s supposed to help people who have very little money figure out ahealthy meal from what they have.”

“Oh, that sounds like a good idea!” Arthursaid.

“I suppose it’ll help those with too much foodfigure out something good to eat, too, right?” suggestedFrederico.

“It should help a lot of people, hopefully,”said Kiku.

“Well, good luck!”

Frederico glanced at Arthur but Arthur ignored him ashe asked Kiku another question. “And how is your love life?”

Kiku also looked to Arthur who only raised an eyebrow,trying to ignore the pangs in his chest and the faint nauseabeginning to build within him. It looked as though he wouldn’t bekeeping down his steak pie. “Well,” said Kiku, slowly.“It’s been going quite well. Though… Alfred is talkingabout…”

“About?” Arthur prompted, frowning at hisfriend.

“Moving in together.”

Therewas a pause. Arthur almost jolted when he felt something touch hishand but he glanced down to find Frederico holding it. Biting hislip, Arthur nodded and Frederico’s tentative touch becamemarginally tighter. He stared hard at the table, not meeting eitherof his friends’ gazes. This hurt a lot more than hearing how welltheir relationship was going. When they had been dating, Alfred hadrefused to even think about moving in together. They had been‘waiting for the right moment’ and in their year of being acouple, the alpha and omega had never found it. Kiku had only beendating him for a few months.

Whatwas so special about Kiku?

“Well,”said Arthur, trying to suppress the shaking in his voice. “I’mhappy for you. Are you going to get a new-?”

“Idon’t want to move in with him,” Kiku interrupted.

Arthurlooked up at him in surprise, catching the vaguely guilty expressionon Kiku’s face. “What? Why not?”

“It’sfar too soon,” Kiku explained. “It just feels rushed.”

“Ah.”

“Ifit feels rushed,” Frederico said, “you should tell him. It willonly get harder the longer you wait. Right, Arthur?”

Knowingthat was a dig at how he had waited far too long to tell Alfred hisown feelings, Arthur glared at him. “Right,” he replied.

“ButI don’t want to hurt his feelings,” Kiku explained. “It’s like hewants to get everything over and done with so he can get mepregnant.”

Asudden vision of Kiku with a big belly and a warm smile came toArthur and he couldn’t help smiling himself. “You would be a greatfather,” he told Kiku.

“ButI-”

“Kiku!”came a cry and, suddenly, Alfred came bounding into view. Kiku slidover with an awkward smile and opened his mouth to return thegreeting. Before he could, Alfred turned towards him, grabbed theback of Kiku’s head and pulled him in close. Arthur watched as Kiku’seyes widened, as Alfred pressed his lips insistently against Kiku’s,as their tongues flicked out to twine around each other. Kiku made amuffled sound of protest before utterly relaxing into Alfred’shold, probably overwhelmed by his strong, alpha scent. Arthur couldsmell it from where he sat, the memories of their time togetherreturning rather forcefully.

Hewasn’t sure if Frederico could smell his distress as he tried toquell it or if his face had given Arthur away: either way, the otheralpha squeezed his hand in comfort. Needing the hold to anchor him,Arthur twisted his hand to lace his fingers with Frederico’s,holding on as tight as he could. They waited patiently for Alfred tofinish, Arthur forcing his emotions aside, focusing on the joy hefelt at seeing his friends again.

Finally,Kiku found it within himself to place a hand on Alfred’s chest andgently push him back. When he could actually see Kiku, Alfredgrinned. “Hey, babe!” he said, happily. “I missed you.”

Confused,Arthur turned his head to watch the waitress returning to theirtable, hoping to conceal his frown. He felt Frederico run his thumbover his and Arthur looked back to smile at him. It was when he sawAlfred peeking at them from the corner of his eye that Arthurrealised what was going on. He tried not to frown more.

Alfredordered some sort of burger and a Coke while the rest of them waitedpatiently for the waitress to leave. Once she was gone, Alfred turnedto Arthur and Frederico. “Hey, guys!” he said, overly cheerful.“What have you been up to?”

“Working,”said Frederico, shortly.

“Howis work for you, Arthur?” Kiku interjected before the two alphascould start arguing. Again.

Decidingto ignore them and their bristling scents, Arthur addressed Kiku’squestion. “Well, we’ve been pretty busy. Our books are sellingwell - much better than our competitors.” Arthur couldn’t resistglancing at Alfred whose eyes narrowed. “A lot of the authors Ideal with are practically churning out novel after novel.”

“Didyou get the promotion you were gunning for?” Frederico asked,successfully distracted.

Arthursnorted. “Of course not. It went to Francis-that pain in the neck alpha I’ve told you about before. And he hadthe nerve to ask me to go celebrate with him!”

“Onyour own or…?”

“Idon’t know,” Arthur replied, shuddering.

Therewas a sudden buzzing sound and Frederico jumped, his hand slippingfrom Arthur’s. He mourned the loss of the comforting touch. Fredericofrowned as he pulled his phone out and glanced at the screen: thefrown deepened. “I’m going to have to take this,” he said,looking at Arthur apologetically.

“Oh,okay,” said Arthur sliding from the booth so Frederico could getup.

Thealpha answered it as he pushed himself along the seat. “Just aminute, Mama.” Frederico stood up and leaned close to Arthur. “Willyou be okay without me?” he muttered.

“Yeah,”Arthur answered in a breath.

“Hm.”Frederico turned to the other two. “Hopefully, I won’t be long.”

Almostas soon as he’d left and Arthur had sat back down, their foodarrived, Alfred’s still in the process of being cooked. Arthurthanked the waitress before turning to Kiku. “Should we starteating?”

“Yeah,”Alfred said before Kiku could open his mouth. “Keeks is hungry.”He made a show of burying his face in Kiku’s hair.

PoorKiku blushed. “I, um, amhungry,”he admitted.

“Hm,”said Arthur, lifting his knife and fork. He had honestly lost hisappetite and wanted nothing more than to go home. As usual, he pushedthose emotions aside in favour of smiling down at his food andcutting a piece off his pie. Neither Alfred or Kiku said anything sohe hoped they hadn’t noticed.

Kikulifted a sandwich. “Would you like a bite?” he asked hisboyfriend.

“Yeah!”Alfred exclaimed. “I’m starving.”

Carefully,Kiku lifted a sandwich filled with chicken mayonnaise. It did lookrather tasty but Arthur tried his hardest to ignore the blatantromantic interaction. He remembered doing the same sort of thing withAlfred, his insatiable appetite demanding he be fed. So he stuffed apiece of steak pie in his mouth and chewed slowly, pushing foodaround on his plate.

Asudden exclamation from Kiku had Arthur looking up, still chewing.The software developer had dropped a piece of chicken onto his blackpolo neck, the white obvious against it. He plucked it from his topand reached for a napkin.

“Don’tdo that!” Arthur cried out. “You’ll make it worse. You shouldprobably wash that out with soap and water.”

Grimacing,Kiku nodded. “Good idea.”

Thecouple slid out of the booth. “Do you want me to help?” Alfredasked Kiku.

Blushing,Kiku shook his head. “I’ll be able to do it myself, Al. Ishouldn’t be too long,” he added, almost as if he was speaking toArthur. The omega tried not to grimace and watched his friend walkoff. Movement attracted his attention and he looked back across thetable to find Alfred sitting once more and frowning at him.

“What?”Arthur snapped.

“You’remaking Kiku uncomfortable,” Alfred said.

“No,”said Arthur, tightly, “youare.Kiku’s uncomfortable because I’muncomfortableand the reason for that is you.”He jabbed his knife in Alfred’s direction.

Thefamiliar scent of burning paper began to pour from Alfred, a clearsign he was angry. “You told Kiku you were fine with us beingtogether,” he growled.

“AndI am. Doesn’t mean I want to see you. And-And what was that?!”

“What?”

“Idon’t remember ourhello kiss being a hello makeout.”He smirked at him as he lowered his cutlery to the plate. “Were youjealousof my friend?”

“Thatalpha… You let him touch you in public,” Alfred pointed out, hisscent growing stronger.

Frowningnow, Arthur leaned across the table. “The only reason,” Arthurhissed, “that I didn’t let youtouchme in public is because you don’t know when to stop!If Kiku hadn’t pushed you back just then, you’d have fucked himinto-”

Someonecleared their throat and Arthur looked up to see the waitress again.She was bright red and had a plate in her hand. “The… Theburger,” she murmured. Alfred raised a hand and she set in front ofhim. Then she quickly retreated.

“Youdon’t needta be so bitchy!”Alfred snapped as he grabbed the ketchup.

“Youdumpedme!”Arthur exclaimed in disbelief. “Over the phone!”

“Becauseyou were on your heat!” Alfred protested. “I didn’t wanna endup fucking you instead!”

“Youcouldn’t have waited?”Arthur demanded. “Anyone with brainswould have figured thatou-”

“This isexactly why I broke up with you!”

Arthur froze. Theyhad never discussed why Alfred had stopped courting him. His olderbrothers had decided that Alfred had chickened out; since they wereboth low down in the same publishing house, Alfred had to dealcompete with Arthur in order to get higher in the company, they hadsaid, and he wasn’t capable of that. Friends told him Alfred had beenan idiot, that he couldn’t see what was right in front of him. Hismother had coddled him and helped him find a transfer to anothercompany, not as big as the one he had been in before. Arthur hadthrown himself into his career, slowly beginning to climb up theladder – or trying to, anyway.

But now…

“What… Whatdo you mean by that?” he asked, barely breathing.

Alfred’sburning smell intensified, choking Arthur, making him want to coughas he struggled to keep his distress under wraps. “That!”Alfred snapped. “Where you make out like you’re betterthan everyone else. That you knowbetter. Iwas supposed to be the one to know what you needed and when youneeded it!” Alfred told him, voice raised. He slammed his handon the table, making Arthur jump. Shrinking back, Arthur stared athim with wide eyes. “I’mthe alpha!”

Staring at Alfredin horror, Arthur said, “What��?” Anger coursed throughhim and he let that overwhelm his distress. “Are you like thiswith Kiku, too?” he demanded.

Eyes widening,Alfred quickly shook his head. “No. No, that’s not want I meant!I only meant that you didn’t let me take care of you! It was like youwere pushing me away and…” Alfred shrugged.

“You wanted tocoddle me?” Arthur’s brow furrowed. “Wanted to keep me athome to play the little housewife?”

“You’renot listening! You neverlisten.” Alfred snorted, falling back against his seat, armsfolded. “Maybe that’s the problem. You don’t listen, you keeppeople at arm’s length, you think you’re in the right all the timeand you think you’re the best thing since McDonald’s!” He lookedat Arthur with a burning look, one that seemed to pierce Arthur’sheart. “That’s why you’re gonna be alone for the rest of yourlife.”

Arthur couldn’thelp it: he gasped. His omega instincts were ringing alarms withinhim. An alpha had just told him he was undesirable. For a moment, hecould only stare at Alfred in utter horror. Somewhere within him, heregistered that the burning smell was receding as Alfred’s angerrapidly faded. Before Alfred could say anything else, before Arthurlost control of his scent, Arthur stood, grabbed his things and fled.

As he went, heheard Alfred call after him. Somehow, he sounded pained. But Arthurignored him – and he ignored Kiku who emerged from the bathroom atthat moment to call after him in surprise. He burst out of the doorand headed down the street to where he’d parked the car. Fredericostood not too far from the front door and looked up in amazement asArthur rushed by. Arthur didn’t respond as Frederico called afterhim.

Finally, he wasable to clamber into his car and start the engine. He threweverything he’d grabbed (his coat, scarf, wallet, phone) onto thepassenger seat. Then he drove off, peeling away from the café atsome speed just as his friends reached him. Arthur could see them inthe rear view mirror, calling out to him. It took him a couple ofturns before he heard his phone ringing. He ignored it, desperate toget back to his lonely flat and allow himself to cry, to despair, tolet his scent do what it wanted to.

Suppressing hisemotions, however, had begun to churn his stomach. As he drove alonga street lined with trees and grassy verges, Arthur felt himself gag.He slapped a hand over his mouth and frantically tried to stop hiscar. Instead of bringing it to a controlled halt, he ended upswerving into the verge. Arthur didn’t bother worrying about the caras he struggled with the door. Once he’d leapt out, he hurried aroundthe car and bent over double, throwing up. He caught a whiff ofhimself and knew that, should anyone come upon him, they would smella distressed omega. That made him panic all the more as he realisedthat he might end up being preyed upon.

It took some timefor the retching to stop. Once he had, he felt too exhausted to trysuppressing his emotions and scent. He let himself slump against thebonnet of his car and tried to catch his breath. That provedimpossible when someone cleared their throat nearby. Bolting upright,Arthur stared wide-eyed at a man who stood several feet away.

“Hey,” hesaid, giving Arthur a weak smile. “Are you okay?”

Staring at him,Arthur took him in. Whoever this was had pale blond hair, almostwhite. His eyes were a dark colour and fixed on the omega. He had hisears pierced, something dark at the junction between his shoulder andneck peeked out at Arthur, and he was wearing dirty, blue overalls.Arthur could barely catch the man’s scent under the more potent smellof oil but he was clearly an alpha for the calming tones to reachhim: a mix of leather, lavender and chocolate.

“What…?”said Arthur, slowly. “Who’re you?”

“Sorry,”said the man, grimacing slightly. “I was just passing by.”He nodded towards the other side of the road where a tow truck wasnow parked. “Your car’s in the mud and I was wondering if it wasstuck so, uh, I came over and…” The man shrugged and lookeddown at his boots.

Arthur lookedaround himself and felt like crying. His car had been driven intodeep mud, the bottom of it covered in the mess. So was he: his shoesand the bottom of his trousers were now covered in it – not tomention the splash-back from being sick. He bit his lip and shook hishead. “I… I don’t know…” he said.

“Seriously,though,” the man said. “You smell horrible.”

“What?!”

“Well, that’sa lie,” the man said, giving Arthur a small smile. “Yousmell nice. But it makes me think you’re unhappy…?” He lookedpuzzled as he tried to decipher Arthur’s scent. “Sad. And…heartbroken? Do you need help?”

“I… You…”Arthur paused and blinked at him. “You think I smell good?”

“Yeah, like…Like beer and grass and… and fruit cake. But that’s so not thepoint, man. Do you need help?”

Trying to gethimself together, Arthur shook his head. “I can take care ofmyself. It’s just… It’s nothing.”

“Obviouslyit’s not nothing,” the man said. “Are you pregnant?”

“What? No!It’s not… not like anyone…”

“Hey,”snapped the man, so suddenly that Arthur jumped. Somehow, he seemedto understand what Arthur had been about to say as he frowned indisapproval. “Of course someone’ll want you. Don’t you darethink so little about yourself.”

“Wha-?How…? Who areyou?”

“Oh. I’mGilbert Beilschmidt. Mechanic.”

“ArthurKirkland. Publishing assistant. Why are you helping me?”

Gilbert grinned.“Because I’m awesome. Also, because I read a lot of medievalfiction as a kid,” he admitted. “I have chivalry imprintedupon me!” He struck a heroic pose, one hand held aloft as thoughhe was holding a sword, though he looked ridiculous. Arthur couldn’thelp but smile, quickly covering it with a hand. Gilbert stayed inhis pose for a moment before lowering his arm, watching Arthur.“Also, you’re kinda cute,” he added, a blush staining hischeeks.

Nobodyhad said anything like that to Arthur in a long time and he felthimself turn red. “I-I-I’m notcute!”

“Oh, you are,”Gilbert assured him, grinning at Arthur’s reaction. He looked aroundthem before turning back to Arthur. “Listen, why don’t I towyour car back to your place.”

“You don’tneed to…”

“I want to,though,” Gilbert said, suddenly stern. “I’m not gonna leaveyou out here on your own. You’re in no state to drive.”

Lipwobbling despite himself, Arthur shook his head. “I’m-I’m not ina state,” he weakly insisted. “I’m fine-”

Suddenly, Gilbertmoved, stepping close. Before Arthur could move, he was enveloped ina hug. For an instant, he thought Gilbert was trying to force him toobey as Alfred would probably have done. But the embrace felt…comforting. Safe. That lovely scent wrapped around him and cradledArthur, so much so that he felt himself overflow with everything hehad felt in the past year since Alfred had left him.

It took some timefor him to stop crying but Gilbert held him throughout it all, onehand pressing his head gently into the alpha’s neck, the other armwrapped around Arthur to hold him close. Arthur clung to him withoutmeaning to, fighting to keep his wailing to a minimum. He continuedto cry until he had seemingly run out of tears. Then he whispered,“Please.” He had no idea what he was asking for.

Gilbert, however,seemed to take that as his cue and he pulled away. “All right,”he said. “I’ll take you home, okay?”

Arthur nodded inanswer, quite content to let someone help him for once.

NB: I’m not sure how Arthur controls his scent but, eh, he does. It’s just not good for him, whatsoever.

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Soriel Discord Halloween Writing

So, we did a thing together at the Soriel Discord. :D I proudly present to you our little take on a Undertale Halloween Special. Have fun.

Warnings: Well they are scary stories. Please keep that in mind. Also this is literally multiple authors writing together so there could be some style-crashes.

Many thanks at @drawingwithgreen13 @purpleangrywitches and @heloflor02 who contributed greatly to this and to all of the Soriel Discord who are seriously nice people. Happy Halloween! :D

“On a dark and stormy night...As the wind flits through the trees...Several monsters will gather...To shoot the spooky breeze….Ooooo…” Sans wiggled his fingers at Toriel as she rolled her eyes, putting the finishing touches on his hamburger costume.

“Yes, yes, very spooky indeed! Goodness me, I’ve never met a monster so at ease being such a dork!” She covered her mouth in a giggle as Sans struck a silly pose, waving his hands as he crossed his eye lights.

“Well ya know I can’t just let this day pass without a joke or two, it’s the best holiday of the damn year.” A sigh escaped Toriel’s lips as she leaned up to peck him on the cheek, the makeup from her vampire costume smudging onto his cheek.

“Heh...I’ll never understand why you used makeup to pale your face when your fur is already stark white.” Toriel stood from her stool in front of him and offered out a hand, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Yes, well, one can always be more dolled up, you know. It’s the thought that counts, don’t you think?” Sans took her hand in his skeletal grasp, leaning up to press his grin to her...Shoulder. Still couldn’t quite reach her cheek.

“Yeah, yeah, I understand. C’mon, we have kids to go introduce to cavities.”

“Must you put it so bleakly, dearest?”

“Hehe...Yup.” After a bit more freshening up, the duo descended the stairs of their home to the bottom floor, in front of the door which lead onto the porch. Beside the door on a small table sat a bowl of assorted sweets and candies, and a couple of fruit bags. Sans stopped for a moment to stare out of the window, his usual smile widening as he saw the twinkling of stars in the cool night air.

“It’s just as beautiful as the first time we saw ‘em, don’tcha think, Tori’?” She turned to him for a second before directing her gaze out of the window, her expression softening as Pegasus shone brightly through the glass.

“Quite so...You weren’t born on the surface, were you? You won’t have seen them before…I’m ever so glad that you got a chance to do so.”

Sans shook his head, turning back to her...His eye lights seemed shinier than before, as if he were looking at something he truly admired.

“Even so, wouldn’t wanna be seeing it without you, y’know? It’d be a wasted view.” A soft blush played on Toriel’s cheeks, just about visible beneath the fur and makeup. With a shake of the head and a slight tug on his arm, she began leading him through to the kitchen.

“C’mon, you big flirt! Let’s join the others before you CHARM the night away!”

“What a CHARMING gesture” Sans winked.

“...Not your best”

“Eh, the night is young.” “Oh would you FINALLY get over here?”

The two of them were interrupted by a very impatient looking Undyne. She had her arms crossed and her food was tapping.

“The kids will be here any second and you two waste time being all… smoopy!”

“... is smoopy a word?”, wondered Sans.

Undyne looked at him as if she really wanted to slap him while Toriel just chuckled softly. “We haven’t forgotten, dear.”, she said gently, sitting down in one of the very big and plush reading chairs that they had dragged here.

“Besides, you and Alphys are all… kawaii together.”, said Sans grinning while letting himself fall into the chair beside Toriel.

“Urgh that’s different.”, huffed Undyne.

The finer points of being smoopy couldn’t be discussed however, because in that moment the doorbell run.

“TRICK OR TREAT!”, came the cheer of the children even before Undyne could open the door.

There were a lot of children, Frisk, Monster Kid, a few of the bunny children from Snowdin, Fuku Fire and that skater girl that was always hanging out with her, as well as a few of Frisk’s classmates. Sans even recognized Billy, Linda’s kid.

He wondered for a moment if she knew. Welp, not his problem.

And behind all of them stood Papyrus and Alphys, both of them beaming with delight. Also both of them were carrying stacks of candy.

“FINALLY!”, cheered Undyne and opened the door even more.

“GREETINGS! WE BROUGHT CHILDREN AND OFFERINGS OF SWEETNESS.”, said Papyrus seriously but still with a wide grin.

“Well get in there nerds, you are all in for a great treat!”

The children cheered and poured inside, sitting down on the pillows and blankets surrounding Toriel who chuckled and patted the thick, leather bound book in her lap.

“Ah, my children.”, she said softly. “I see all of you found their way here safely. Gather around me, children, for I will read you some spooky stories. And in the end, when you braved them, there will be a great reward…” She winked to Papyrus. “Of sweetness.”

There was more cheering and Toriel chuckled softly and opened the book.

“The first story is called “Lost in code”...”

“Ah, let me read this.”, said Sans, taking the book and winking. “Alright kids, let uncle Sans tell you some stories about the dangers of the knowledge and shady deals…”

He made himself comfortable, tuned a page and started to read.

“Everybody knows that the world is a world of numbers. There is a code running underneath everything, like the river under Waterfall. Human, monster, everything else… all is written in code.

It is said that very few skilled souls, very very special souls indeed, can take a look into this river below and can read the ripples of the tiny waves on the surface. They can read the code.

But to attempt to manipulate this code? Well, one would have to be a pretty dirty hacker, wouldn’t they?

There is a story you know, about a monster that tried. They were a famous monster, at their time. Brilliant and bright, full of drive and HOPE for the future. They thought they knew everything or close to everything and what little they might not knew… well that would be easy to archive, wouldn’t it?

But the monster noticed that something was blocking them. Some things eluded them. Some things just… wouldn’t add up. Some things the monster just couldn’t understand. And they were offended by it.

“I am the greatest scholar monster kind has ever seen!”, the monster lamented into the night one day. “I archived more than anybody alive! Even the king of all monster seeks my advice but still, why do things like this elude me so much?” They had started to pace in their room that was filled with all kinds of magical and technological stuff. Candles and light bulbs, books and computer parts, delicate glass concoctions and big, heavy stones with carved in runes. There was strange and unusual stuff all over his desk and his shelves, notes laying open around, sketches and theories written and drawn on so much paper.

“It is simply not fair!”, stated the monster. “I should be able to figure this out. All of it!” They sighed deeply, looking over their equipment, their notes and experiments. “I would give everything for finding the answers I seek…”

“Everything?”

The monster jumped when he heard the unfamiliar voice suddenly behind him, turning around and stared at… that person that suddenly appeared behind him. The newcomer was a skeleton… or at least looked they as if they once were one. They had a skull alright but the blacks were to black, the whites to white and all in all they radiated some sort of… wrongness. Parts of them were flickering all around, mass and texture seemed to flicker a bit… it was just unsettling to look at them.

“W..what?”, asked our unlucky scholar.

“Would you give everything for answers?”

“Well…”, the monster hesitated but the desire to get to know things, to conquer this goal they set themselves overwrote their common sense. “Yes.”

“I could show you a way.”

“How?”

“I can teach you how to reach the code. How to read the code. How to change the code.”

The monster was speechless. That sounded almost too good to be true! With that kind of power…

“What do you want for that?”, asked the monster, eager to gain this phantastic new ability.

“Don’t worry about that.”, said the newcomer. “Just take my hand.”

A hand was offered to the monster, skeletal but also not. Gray and almost see-through as if the hand was barely real but just real enough. One last moment the monster hesitated but finally gave in and shook the hand.

“I would very much like to!”

“Good.”, said the newcomer and even with the monster not getting a good look on their face, our unlucky scholar could almost hear the grin in the one word. But all of that was soon forgotten because their newfound partner kept their word.

Knowledge suddenly poured into the scholar, numbers and symbols flying inside their head. The monster almost wanted to cry. It was there, so beautiful! So simple! The code of the world, the river that was underneath everything! And it was so elegant, so easy. He could see it, read it, understand it. There were the values for every monster he had ever seen. One single digit showed if they were alive or death. One single digit for their stats. Values that showed where everybody was, who was king, who was a shopkeeper. It was all there, even the code of the stone around them, the crystals, the lava.

“The code!”, the scholar cried out. “It’s the code!”

“It is.”

“And it’s so easy! So simple! I could do anything with this!”

“I can only advise you against it.” said the newcomer but the scholar was far to excited to hear them.

They reached out, took the numbers. Shifting some values here, altering some numbers there. And finally releasing the code to make it take effect.

[LOAD]

At first, the world flickered, indicating that the alternations the scholar made were taking effect.

“YES!”, they cried, whole body shaking with excitement. “YES! IT WORKS! IT REALLY WORKS!”

But they were celebrating too soon. Because in the next moment, the floor under them was breaking away and they were suddenly falling, falling, while the world around them glitched and flickered.

“Wh...what happened?”

“You are a dirty cheater. That happened.” The newcomer was floating beside them, falling down next to the scholar. “And this is what happens to dirty hackers.”

And suddenly the world flickered and the scholar noticed that it was not the world flickering but they themselves! The scholar screamed when he realized what was happening, when he saw his own code flickering and unraveling, numbers falling, hitting zeros all around and finally corrupting further, forming strange symbols instead of numbers.

“NOOOOOOO!”, the scholar cried, the end of his screaming fading, transforming into corrupted screeching before disappearing totally.

The world gave one last flicker and the scholar had disappeared. In fact, it was like they were never there in the first place, name and status and everything they did forgotten to monster kind.

It is said that they wasn’t deleted, thou. That they still exist somewhere, between the code, washed away by the world rebelling against them altering it. Unable to interact with anything, unable to live or die, they would truly have met with the worst fate of all: to be forgotten and remember that forever.”

There was silence when he finished, some kids looking really spooked, others looked like they didn’t really understood the story at all.

“Welp, there you have it. Just remember kids: don’t make deals like “I give everything”. Also don’t cheat, at least not at something big like life.”

“I think we need something different now…”, chuckeld Toriel. “Does anybody want to stop?”

Nobody wanted to so Toriel took the book back and turned another page.

“Ah, the next one is a poem. Of something that could have been or might have been already… It’s called The Tale of a Queen.”, she said gently.

This is a Tale of a monster

From a world way more cruel

Where the only rule is

“In this world, it’s kill or be killed”.

She used to be with her people

And with the King, she was ruling

Until all her hope was destroyed

And she went to live in Ruins.

She wanted to have peace

But children fell down here;

She grew attached to each of them

And they all left to a cruel fate.

Her soul became corrupted

As she started to kill;

The Ruins grew more and more empty

Under her terrible reign.

She didn’t want to wait

For new generations

So she opened the gate

Leading to her prison.

Now she became a myth; hidden in the forest;

It is said that the kids who go close to her place,

When they go past the bridge, they tend to disappear;

Their dust were never seen, the people are too scared.

But there is one monster that she leaves coming in,

Not known for his bravoure but for being lazy

Who despite his brother wanting him far from this

Goes see her everyday and comes back in one piece.

There are rumors going on what this sentry lives

Some says he is in love, some says he is enslaved

But nobody ever dared to go check themselves

And he always denies all the visits he did.

But whatever happens to those who past the bridge,

This monster is still there and she is still active

So if you ever see a door in a forest,

Run as fast as you can or you’ll be burned to death.

“That is a really scary poem.”, mumbled a human. Billy. Sans was very sure it was Billy. And he hated to admit it but he was agreeing with him.

He hadn’t heard the Tale of a Queen for years, last time was when he was just a baby bones himself. It kinda became even more creepy now.

“It is a very old poem, written centuries ago.”, explained Toriel. “It was meant to be as a warning but I admit it is quite spooky nowadays.”

“Can we have another one?”, asked Monster kid.

“Well, we got time for one more.”, said Sans, taking the book from Toriel again. Next one is a human story. Heh, like humans had monster stories, we got human stories. So… something different now.”

He looked over the pages, glancing to Toriel and the children before starting to read.

“Have you ever heard about humans? You know, those creatures from myth where they all have four fingers, many strands of hair, and squishy things inside their chest? Just describing them sends chills down your back, doesn't it?

To a skeleton, a human would seem like a freak, having seemingly eaten a skeleton which now inhabits their body. To a boss monster, they would seem like a friend or their own child. To any other monster? The emotions vary...

You know about human history, right? You've been to the librarby, and read the book about how humans can have a physical form, but grow up and live without any compassion or love? I'm sure you have. It's very gruesome when you think about it.

But maybe the human is just lonely? Maybe they're the way they are because their parents were just assholes who treated them like shit. Maybe they were born without emotion, and can't help how they are. Maybe...it was us?

Let me tell you the story of one particular human. He had never had a happy life. His mother had a job in a different city, never visited, her phone calls lasting about 5 minutes before she hung up. He never grew up with a ma. His father was a nasty piece of work, would beat him up when he was angry, punch holes in walls, yell at people in the street for having different skin, the usual terrible parent. He never grew up with a true pa.

All his life, not one person he talked to would help. People would laugh, ridicule, roll eyes, be a dick or bitch, he didn't care. What was the point in caring if no one did to him?

He ran away from home, carrying a backpack of food and clothes, and never looked back. Once he reached the hills in Ebott, he thought he was free.

But then came GUILT.

It festered inside him, in his soul, and caused it to be still. It wouldn't pulse, wouldn't glow. Stopped.

Until a monster came by.

He was a big creatures, tall, yet very friendly looking and acting. Was shut down immediately by the human, told that he wouldn't 'fucking care 'cause who would'.

He said 'I would' and took him by the hand. He was kind, friendly, the human didn't like it. It felt wrong, he felt even more guilty. The monster only smiled and offered friendship. The human took it to see what it felt like.

Things bloomed from there, and monsters and humans grew closer.

But then hatred sprung up. Arguments, then fights, then war, and now we're stuck underground.

That one human...who knows where he is now. But he was one of the reasons for us being here. He had learned magic.”

There was silence after the story ended, the kids all looking disturbed and sad to some degree and even Frisk flinched when Sans closed the book suddenly.

“Welp that was a downer, huh?”, he chuckled.

“... are humans really that scary?”, asked one of Frisk’s human friends. “Eh…”, made Sans. “It’s complicated. Are we monster scary to you?”

“Miss Toriel is super nice!”, protested one little girl. “And she is fluffy.”

“And you make all sorts of funny puns.”, said another kid. “No way!”

“Even if I am a skeleton?”

“Yeah!”

Sans chuckled, winking at Toriel for a moment. “So… if we are not that scary… then you guys are all just little children and you are just as scary to me as I am to you.”

Some giggled, some looked confused. Frisk looked proud and that kinda was… a nice feeling. He felt Toriel suddenly nuzzling at the back of her soul.

“Well, she shouldn’t be a bonehead about our arrangement.”, she reminded him. “I guess the little ones braved all our stories and we have now a promise to keep.”

“Oh, yeah.”, chuckled Sans. “It would quite bitter and sour of us to keep the sweets huh?”

“Indeed.”

And over the cheer of the children and Papyrus’s outrageous scream, Toriel got the big bowl of sweets for the children, the big old book forgotten on her chair…

For this year.

#Undertale #Sans #Toriel #Undyne #Soriel #Soriel Discord #Halloween special #Undertale fanfic #multiple authors #one fanfic #this was fun #scary stories are being told #three scary stories and some Soriel fluff

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shybunnystudios · 7 years

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waiting for superman | h.h. bh6

Hey :3 I’m gonna post some old Hiro fics I have on my Wattpad, I hope you guys like it. This was actually the first fanfiction I ever posted in my life hahah

I recommend you to listen to the song by Daughtry that has the same name as this one shot while reading it, enjoy!

P.s: I’m sorry if your name is Laura, it was the first name that came to my mind. You can pretend it’s another name you make up with.

~ gif is not mine ~

Hiro X Reader | songfic - fluff w/ a bit of angst

Word count: +3k (yeah, this one is pretty long)

"Hello?"

"Hey (Y/N)! It's me, Laura!"

"Oh... hey Laura, what's up?"

"I'm throwing a party at my place today-"

"Forget it, I'm not going."

"Let me finish! It will be just me, you and the rest of the gang, no strangers I promise."

You were being cold with your friends lately, since the time you talked to them about dating and stuff like that. They made fun of you because you're waiting for the right person while they're out there hanging out with the wrong people and doing other things you wish they never said anything about.

They changed a lot the past few years, you're being pushed away because of this 'way of life' of theirs. It was the total opposite of you, but you still did love them like they still were those pubescent weirdos you used to hang out with in high school... So you gave in just to make them happy, because that's how you are.

"Fine... I'll be there in 30 minutes."

You put on a Marvel shirt, a pair of jeans, red sneakers and go out for the first time in...You don't remember the last time you went outside.

She's watching the taxi driver, he pulls away

She's been locked up inside her apartment a 100 days

When you finally made it to Laura's you were welcomed with puns about how long your friends haven't seen you mixed with puns about the characters in your shirt. Calm down (Y/N), that's how they are, let them speak and just swallow, it hurts but you can't disappoint them so force a laugh.

"Finally! I haven't seen you in ages!"

"I started to think I'd have to get inside a movie to take you and drag you here."

"Geez... You're still addicted to this stuff?"

"Is this a... superhero or something like that? It's hard to assume."

"Talking about superheroes, I bet she didn't find one for herself yet. Did you, (Y/N)?"

Yeah. No strangers, right? These guys are totally strangers now. You were about to cry, tears coming up your frown as you took a deep breath. Just tonight, you can do this.

"Hey guys, why don't we turn music up and start this party already?" You said with a fake smile in your face ignoring all the questions they did, this night will be long, but it would be even longer if you answered them.

They agreed and the party started, you wished you weren't listening to the lyrics of this song. Urgh, disgusting. But again, you were dancing for your 'friends' to be happy.

When you went back home you ran to the bathroom and cried out all you were holding back and swallowing the whole night.

It was almost 12am and the only sound that could be heard was your hiccups echoing on the bathroom walls and your knees falling on the ground with a thud, sniffs joined as you felt your heart burn in your chest making it feels like your own inside hell. You couldn't take this anymore.

So you got up, looked at the mirror and told the girl looking back that it's over. You had enough, from now on you'll only take care of yourself and screw what people think or say. Time to live for yourself and be happy.

Then you took a bath and put your pajamas on to get more comfortable, being back to your own world with your fandom stuff made you smile. Your life is 'back to normal.' Or at least that's what you thought.

You walked to the balcony in your room and stared at the bright lights of San Fransokyo. You didn't know how but the brightness of the city makes you feel like you're safe, as if the lights were spotlights illuminating you and suddenly you feel like you could do anything. But you wished you had someone to make you feel that way and also feel this amazing feeling with you.

She says

"Yeah, he's still coming, just a little bit late

he got stuck at the laundromat washing his cape"

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a loud sound of metal falling on the concrete coming from the alley beside the building you lived.

"Damn it Baymax! We sure need to hurry up we also need to be quiet." A male voice whisper shouted.

Curiosity took over you and you leaned in the rail to see a skinny guy with black messy fluffy hair dressed in a red shirt with a robot on it, dark blue hoodie, beige pants and brown converse. With him a big marshmallow looking like robot, you looked more carefully and when you saw the guy's brown eyes you didn't know if you could tell which one of them were cuter.

You watch them as they ran to the backyard of the laundromat just across the street and after a little while they were inside it, this is how far you go when you know how to hack a security system. The black haired boy looked around and put a weird black outfit with some red little details on the knees and elbows, at least that's what you could figure out from the distance you were.

Time passed by and when the weird outfit was clean and ready, the guy and the robot got out the same way they got in and swiftly faded away running down the street.

She's just watching the clouds roll by

And they spell her name

Like Lois Lane

You didn't exactly knew what just happened but well, now you can go to sleep smiling and knowing you saw something you can't see everyday. And you loved when it happens.

And she smiles

Oh! The way she smiles

In the middle of the night, you woke up with a loud thud coming from outside. There was a loud conversation followed by another thud, so you decided to go to your balcony and just like a some hours ago you kept watching the event that was happening from there.

"Oh! It's those superheros again..."

She's talking to angels, counting the stars,

Making a wish on a passing car

As the fight between the heros and the bad guy went by something happened really fast that you couldn't keep track of it, so out of nowhere everything went silent and you couldn't tell why. You turned around to get inside only to end up bumping on something, better, someone.

She's dancing with strangers

She's falling apart

"Shhhh..."

The person put a finger on your mouth while looking deep into your eyes, his eyes clearly telling you to keep quiet as if both your lives depended on it. Which it did, because when you glanced the guy from head to toe you realized he was the leader of the superheros, which means that the bad guy is after him. WHICH MEANS THAT THE BAD GUY CAN APPEAR AT YOUR BALCONY ANYTIME NOW!

Waiting for superman to pick her up

In his arms, yeah

You both heard a sound coming from the side of the building just above your window and in the next moment the superhero took you by your waist and dragged you inside your apartment to hide.

He was now beside your curtains shielding you against the wall waiting for the villain outside to go away, you were so terrified that you didn't even notice you weren't breathing. And also you had a guy's body pressed against yours, even through the armor you could tell it had some results of 'hero's duties' hidden in there, if you know what I mean.

The shadow of the villain faded, and when the man in front of you had sure the bad guy was gone he sighed and looked in your eyes once more.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded slowly as he held your shoulders.

"I'm sorry for the invasion and such." He said letting go of you while sketching the back of his neck.

"Nah, it's okay. We could've died if you haven't done anything so... Thanks."

He breathed loudly looking at you, only on your pjs, for a moment then one side of his lips lifted a little with a chuckle.

"It's my pleasure, young lady."

You smiled shyly, all this time neither of you left the sigh of each other's eyes. It was dark but you could see his brown orbs perfectly, they were the only thing you could actually see of his face through his helmet's glass. And they were breathtaking.

After a moment of silence he spoke.

"I-I... I better get going now."

"O-oh... Okay."

Suddenly he took your hand, getting you by surprise.

"Will I see you again?"

He was about to get out your window, the moonlight shining made you notice his black with red details outfit under his armor. Wait... you've seen it before. But you looked up back at his eyes, you were hypnotized again.

"U-uh... I-I... I don't know, maybe?"

He smiled and you could see a gap between his two front teeth, after that he winked at you and in a blink of an eye he was gone.

In his arms, yeah

Waiting for superman

The next day you suddenly decided you wanted to eat somewhere around the city. So you threw on a pair of black leggings, a long sleeved light blue dress with a black belt around your waist, a furry boot and your purse and walked out. You easily found a simple café at the end of the street, perfect.

You never felt so light, the place was simple and really welcoming. The smell of the pastries warmed you up inside as a beautiful lady came up to you with a sympathetic smile in her face.

"Hello young lady, may I help you?" Her soft voice and warm eyes made you ask yourself why you've never came here before.

"Sure! Thank you. I would like a piece of strawberry pie and some hot chocolate, please."

The woman's smile got wider then she said you could choose a seat and she'd bring you your order in some minutes, you thanked her and headed to a table in the back of the café beside a huge window.

You looked outside thinking about everything that happened last night: the party, the boy and the robot at the laundromat and the invasion of a superhero.

Somehow you felt like they were all connected, as if you shouldn't care anymore about those who once were your friends and move ahead with your own life, start your own adventure. And you knew how to begin.

She's out on the corner trying to catch a glimpse

Nothing's making sense

That nice woman came with your order and with that beautiful smile on her face once again, you already loved her. You smiled back while thanking her and her smile got even wider if it was possible.

After she left, you drove deep in your thoughts once again as you eat and drink, the guy at the laundromat washed a weird black outfit with red details. The same one the superhero who invaded your room was wearing under his armor, cloud they be...

THE SAME PERSON?

“There's only one way to find out (Y/N).” You said to yourself when you finished your meal. You got up and as you headed to pay you saw some movement through the glass door on the inside corner of the café, a boy and a robot coming down the stairs.

You paid your meal and then you realized: Wait! A boy and a robot? Here?!

She's been chasing an answer

A sign lost in the abyss

This Metropolis

Once you left the café you tried to find out where those two went, you needed to know who they are.

As you just thought it, you felt something flying above your head, people around you cheered and when you looked up...

"It's him." The invasor from last night, but this time you had the opportunity to look closely at the huge member of the group. It had a familiar face, white with two black spheres and a black line connecting both of them. It's the marshmallow looking like robot. You knew it!

But well, you still had no concrete proofs. You decided to take a walk while they don't come back.

After some time you ended giving up for today cause you got tired of waiting. As you headed back home you passed through a store, those typical you-find-in-every-street five & dime. And with no purpose you simply take a look at it. Oh! You stop on your tracks.

The boy. The robot. There they are.

She says

"Yeah, he's still coming, just a little bit late,

he got stuck at the Five and Dime saving the day"

You couldn't move, so you stayed there staring... creepy. You knew, but you had no choice cause you were paralyzed. The guy turned around to leave the store but stopped when he saw you.

These brown eyes, there's no way this can't be him. He took a deep breath and did the unexpected, he ran away.

And you were paralyzed so you didn't do anything at all, just watched him and his robot fading away down the street just like they did last night. But this time you saw him entering the café, and you knew now that he lives there.

Something wasn't right, he asked you if he would see you again, right? So why did he run away when he saw you? A tear rolled down your cheek, what's going on?

She says

If life was a movie, then it wouldn't end like this

Left without a kiss

But well, you were a new you now. Whatever it takes, you'd keep your head held high as if the San Fransokyo night lights were lighting you up all the time. Or at least try, so you wipe away that tear and head back home.

Still, she smiles

Oh! The way she smiles, yeah

After you ate something and took a bath you decided to go to the balcony again. It used to wash your 'bad' thoughts away but it only reminded you of last night, still you stayed there supporting yourself in the rail.

She's talking to angels, she's counting the stars

Making a wish on a passing car

She's dancing with strangers

She's falling apart

Waiting for superman to pick her up

"I knew you'd be here" you gasp and turn to your left to see the superhero and the robot, aka IRON MArshmallow, floating beside your balcony. You couldn't say anything.

"I'm not a stalker or something like that, don't be scared. But sometimes when I'm on battle or something else and I pass through here... I see you. Peaceful as an angel looking at this wild city."

He says climbing down off the back of the robot and gesturing to your view of San Fransokyo you loved so much. "I just wonder how you do that. Some things happened to me and I've been searching for peace for a long time now."

You didn't know how to keep going with this conversation so you stayed silent and gave him a confused look, he continued.

"I just... I need to know what I should do to feel like this, and somehow something inside me keep telling me that you're the only one who can help me."

"So why did you run away from me earlier?" You finally managed to say.

"W-what?"

"At the five and dime, I know it was you. Why did you run?"

"H-how do y-you know it was me?"

"Your eyes," your cheeks never been redder. "I would've recognize them anywhere."

He gasped at your words and now it was his turn to be speechless, he opened his mouth just to close it again and bow his head. Then the robot suddenly spoke.

"I don't think I have introduced myself properly. I am Baymax, I'm a personal health care companion and according to my diagnosis, Hiro's emotional state has been damaged by a personal lost and I assume that spending some time with you will make him feel better."

Hiro? So that's his name.

"With me? Why?"

"My scanner results show that he feels affection for you-"

"Baymax!" Hiro shouted.

"His heart rate has increased by your presence, this proofs that my treatment might be working."

You stared a him for some silent minutes until he lifted his gaze to your eyes, a hopeful yet sad look in his face. After taking a deep breath you finally spoke.

"I-I'm not really sure about that."

"What? Why?" Hiro said confused.

"You barely know me! For you to know I just come here in the balcony to wash my thoughts away, I've been through a lot of things lately. Last night before you saved me I was crying out loud at the bathroom. I'm not a peaceful person, I'm sorry. I'm trying to change."

Baymax got into the conversation once again.

"Scan complete. Name: (Y/F/N). Female/male. (Blood/type). Allergic to (---). There's no physical injuries, however, your emotional state is damaged which can take you to a possible depression in a near future. I suggest you to interact with people and make friends as a treatment."

"See? I'm not what you thought I'd be." You said gesturing to the robot. Hiro's lips lift up a little.

"(Y/N)... What a gorgeous name."

"Are you paying attention? What I mean is: how will I help you to find peace if I can't even find it to myself?"

He didn't say anything, he just walked closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. “Urgh these eyes again…” You thought. He lifted your chin with his right hand, you felt a weird feeling inside your belly as he did so, your cheeks started getting red and a shiver ran down your spine.

"Let's find it together then."

"How?" the corner of your lips lifted up a little as you breathed out a small nervous laugh.

"Follow me." Hiro answered walking of to climb up Baymax's back. "You coming?" He looked back at you.

You slowly walked near them while looking down at the street, your balcony never seemed so high.

"Hey! Don't look down, trust me... I'll never let you fall." He said calmly extending his hand out to you, you took a deep breath and gave him your hand.

In his arms, yeah

Oh, in his arms, yeah

In the next moment he already had pulled you up, he wrapped his arm around your waist protectively pulling you even closer to him.

"Where are we going?" You asked.

"I was thinking about the bridge, what do you say?"

"Yeah... Okay." You've never been so nervous.

"Okay then, you ready?"

"I-I think so."

"It's scary just in the first 3 seconds, don't worry. And as I said... I'm not letting you fall." Hiro’s grip on your waist got ever tighter, you nodded and in a blink of an eye you were flying.

Waiting for superman

To lift her up, and take her anywhere

Show her love, flying through the air

And you thought the view of your balcony was beautiful, this is gorgeous! As you admired the beauty of the city the guy holding you admired yours.

The way your hair fly in the wind and the shine in your eyes showing happiness made him feel like he could do anything, he felt unstoppable with you around. That's how he wanted to feel all the time. He also would do anything for you to feel like that too, with him, he needed you. Your dreams were coming true.

"I knew you'd love it, hold on... We're landing."

Save her now, before it's too late tonight

Oh, at the speed of light

You landed, but “wait...how will we get dow-”

Hiro interrupted your thoughts by picking you up bridal style and jumping off of Baymax, he put you on the ground and asked smiling.

"So... How was it?"

"It was awesome! I never felt so free! And the view was breathtaking! It made me feel like I could do anything I want, just like when I look at the view of my balcony but a thousand times better! I guess it's because..." You started talking slower and lower. "I was... with..." Hiro approached you, you looked into his eyes and this time was like you could almost see his soul "... you."

He laughed and slowly brought his hands to his head taking off his helmet. Now that you could see his face properly and his fluffy hair you smiled as wider as you could.

"It may sound cliché but I felt exactly the same way... looks like the lady ended up saving the hero." The boy approached you even more letting his helmet fall in the process. You giggled.

"No... you saved me, believe me."

"So I guess we saved each other then." He smirked.

And she smiles

"Yeah... we did." You said and sighed.

You both inches away from each other, his left hand found it's way up to your jawline sliding back a bit to cup the back of your head behind your ear. His other hand finding it's way to your waist, your left hand as well find his chest and the right one grips the left side of his torso.

All of this very slowly, almost like slow motion. And after that he closed the gap between your lips, kissing you passionately and carefully. You both melted into the kiss showing all your love to each other with such gesture.

She's talking to angels, she's counting the stars

Making a wish on a passing car

She's dancing with strangers, she's falling apart

Waiting for superman to pick her up

in his arms, yeah

Oh, in his arms, yeah

She's waiting for superman

To lift her up, and take her anywhere

Show her love, flying through the air

Save her now, before it's too late tonight

After a while your lips let go of each other's, but you didn't move at all. He glued your foreheads together as your left hand slid up to his neck and jawline up and down slowly, his hands also caressing your waist and cheek. Both of you with your eyes closed treasuring the moment. You can tell that Baymax is talking about something related to what just happened but neither of you were paying attention.

"Sorry for keep you waiting for me all this time, (Y/N)."

"Don't be, you're here now and that's all that matters."

With that you shared another sweet and full of love kiss.

She's waiting for superman.

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thelastifntdragonrider · 6 years

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HI! I’m putting all of the things i’ve been tagged in from the past couple of weeks that i haven’t answered yet bc i’m working hard on an admission portfolio for university and i really want to get into Sheridan, so yep lots of work and lots of art. i am also working on the HTTYD fandom reading (please sign up) and the next chapters of J’Imagine and No Cannon Shall Sink This Ship. Anyways, onto the tagged:

get to know me meme: tagged by @animalsarepeople2 thank youuuu!

nicknames: Kei / Keiko *i explain this in a question down there somewhere

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Libra

MBTI Type: INFJ

Height: 163cm

Time: 17:07 (by the time I finished all of these it’s 18:36)

Birthday: February 25

Favourite Bands: Beatles, Young Rising Sons, Clean Bandits, Lovelyz, Infinite

Favourite Solo Artists: Ailee, Ed Sheeran

Song Stuck in My Head: 1cm by Lovelyz

Last Movie Watched: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Johnny Depp

Last Show Watched: I just binge watched Stranger Things

When I created my blog: July 15, 2013/June 27, 2017

What I post about: httyd, animated movies, animation

Last thing I Googled: information about Sheridan and character rotation

Other blogs I have: my main blog @tokkeiko

Following: 100, though I want to find more good blogs, any recs anyone?

Followers: in total from both blogs, 200 or something

Favourite colour: Green

Average hours of sleep: 8-ish

Lucky number: 7

Instruments: piano, oboe

What I’m wearing: jeans and my current favourite sweater which is grey with gold spots

Number of blankets: I need to remember to find another one bc my room is freezing when I wake up in the morning

Dream Job: story artist at Disney

Dream trip: i just want to get out of my city rn

Favourite food: i’m just hungry rn, give me anything, but favourite food, among others, is salted caramel truffle blizzard from the good old DQ (#lovemydq)

Music ask, tagged by @yv-sketches THANKS!!!!

10 songs that you are listening to right now;

my current favourite playlist is called Shut Up and Dance:

“Elle Me Dit” Mika

“Red Balloon” Charli XCX

“Dancing in the Dark” Rihanna

“Shut Up and Dance” Walk the Moon

“Red and Gold” Young Rising Sons

“Can’t Stop the Feeling” Justin Timberlake

“Better When I’m Dancing” Meghan Trainor

“I Bet My Life” Imagine Dragons

“Into a Fantasy” Alexander Rybak

“Get Back Up Again” Anna Kendrick

Tag Game, taggged by @thepurplewriter333 ty friend-o!

Nicknames: Keiko/Kei/Spirit/Sweet Potato

Gender: Female

Star Sign; Pisces

Height: 163cm

Sexuality: probably straight

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff!!!

Favourite animals: uhhhh... orcas probably

Average hours spent sleeping: 8 i think, i’m not bothering with math rn

Dogs or cats: KITTY, all of my sibilings have a significant other and all of their significant others’ have cats and why can’t I have a s/o with a cat???

number of blankets sleeping: during the winter, aka now already, two

Dream trip: geeeeetttt meeeee ouuuuttt offf thissss citttyyyyy

Dream job: Story artist at Disney

when I made this account: June 27. 2017

why I made this account: bc i wanted a place to reblog all of the httyd stuff without loosing followers on my other blog

# of followers: like 47, I think? I recently got more. follow me i am cool person

92 statements, tagged by @thepurplewriter333 thanks for the double tag!

Last:

Drink: Tim Hortons’ Double Double (got to stay caffeinatedddddddd)

Phone Call: Home to get a ride home

Text message: Friend to go hang out later

Song You Listened To: Shooting Star by Lovelyz

Time You Cried: uhhhhhhhh... oh, like a month ago, it was a bad week and then I watched Home and my emotions were already out of wack so I basically sobbed near the end

Have you:

Dated someone twice: Nope

Kissed someone and regretted it: Nope, i’m boring

Been cheated on: nope

Lost someone special: nope

Been depressed: i feel like it’s hard to be a university student and not get depressed

Gotten drunk and thrown up: i am a boring party person and yeah, no i haven’t

List 3 favourite colours:

Green

Blue

Gold

In the last year have you:

made new friends: Yeahhhh

fallen out of love: nopppeee...?

Laughed until you cried: like every other day

Found someone was talking about you: in a good way; nope. In a bad way: yeah too many times

found out who your friends are: yeahhhhhh

kissed someone on your FB list: okay someday, i’ll have more interesting answers

General:

how many FB friends do you know IRL: 99% of them

Do you have any pets: nope

Do you want to change your name: i recently thought about dropping my middle name, but like it has significance to my parents so probably won’t happen and my middle name doesn’t do anything so idk

what did you do for your last birthday: Keep in mind that I turned 18: my friends and I went to Build-A-Bear and they got me a Build-A-Bear Toothless.

What time do you wake up: my alarms on early days are 7:00, 7:05, 7:15, 7:25, 7:35, 7:45, 8:00. I naturally wake up at 9-ish

What were you doing at midnight last night: Sleeping :D

Name something you can’t wait for: to (hopefully) get accepted into Sheridan and start a new adventure out there.

When was the last time you saw your mom: she’s in the kitchen with me

what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: i wish that I could’ve figured out what I wanted to do with life so that I could’ve started Sheridan this year

What are you listening to right now: Sheridan portfolio reviews, tips, etc. (Starting to see a pattern here?)

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: friend’s dad. he’s a cool dad.

Something that is getting on your nerves: when people are packing up their stuff before the professor is finished talking in the last 5 minutes of class. URGH stop moving ppl this stuff is important

Most visited website: FB, YT, tumblr

Mole(s): couple

Mark(s): I have freckles (might be moles) on each cheek under both eyes.

Childhood dream: when you’re a kid, you’re really only exposed to teacher, doctor, police man and whatever your parents are. I think I defaulted to an artist when adults asked.

Hair colour: black, I have silver hairs though, they stick out on the black hair a lot

long or short hair: I always grow my hair out and then cut off 12 inches to donate to cancer wigs

Do you have a crush on someone: not currently, though i had a crush on a guy for like 5 years, so even now, 5 years later, I get happy when I think about him

Piercings: no, i really think a conch piercing would be nice though

Blood type: ... A I think, i’ve never gotten tested, but according to genetics, I should be an A

Nicknames: my full name is Keiko, but everyone called me Kei as a kid, but during high school, I started introducing myself as Keiko, so some people call me Kei, some people call me Keiko, one of them is a nickname, depending on which way you think about it,

Relationship Status: Egg salad.

Zodiac: Pisces

Pronouns: She/her

Favourite TV show: Friends

Right or left handed: Right, but recently I’ve been trying to teach myself to draw with my left hand

Surgery: Wisdom teeth

Hair dyed a different colour: nope, but I think I might try a ombre some day

Sports: ballet since I was 4ish, ballet is a sport, come fight me on it if you dare

Vacation: a lot of camping when I was younger, I’ve been to Japan twice, and then places across Canada

Pair of trainers: are we talking about trainers as in shoes? bc then ankle high all black vans.

More General:

Eating: this is taking so long I stopped and had supper between these sections

Drinking: Double Double (Tim’s coffee, two creams, two sugars), gotta stay AWaaaaaaaaaaKE

I’m about to: draw character designs or go out to coffee shop to study with friends

Want: to get into Sheridan so so so so so badly

Get married: I’m still single, want to put my career first, so yep not for a little while

Career: i’m a cake decorator rn, see my cakes on my insta @tanakeiart

Hugs or Kisses: hUG mE

Lips or eyes: Eyes, (though I am supper bad at making eye contact)

Shorter or taller: would be nice to be slightly taller...

Older or younger: like to date or something? I think high school rule is a good rule, but rn looking at niners mAN they are tiny

Nice arms or stomach: arms to hug meeeeee

Sensitive or loud: i think I would need a loud person to compliment me

Hook up or relationship: relationship bc you have a standing plus one to everything and rn being single I have to text like 5 friends to find someone to go with me to something

Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

Have you ever:

kissed a stranger: Nope

Drank hard liquor: I only have like four months until my 19th so like i’ll go drinking then

Lost Glasses/contact lenses: funny story: family and i were in Japan and we were at Kinkaku-ji and then i realize that one of my eyes have gone fuzzy, so thinking that there is something on the lens, i take my glasses off and my lens had fallen out of the frame. my family literally crawled around trying to find my lost lens, we did find it, but we couldn’t find a small screw that would hold the lens in. my dad fixed it with a twist tie.

turned someone down: nobody likes me so nobody has asked me so i have never turned someone down

broken someone’s heart: no

had your heart broken: yeah, by a friend. It is shATTERing

been arrested: not even a parking ticket in my name

cried when someone died: no, i am some kind of emotionless egg

fallen for a friend: my heart easily leaps and often trips falls and gets lost

Do you believe in:

yourself: yes, I believe that I can get in, I believe that I can be what I want to be.

Miracles: I believe in karma more than miracles

Love at first sight: yes, but not in the way that media portrays it

Santa claus: nah

Kiss on the first date: this is weirdly phrased.

other:

current best friend name: becky

Eye colour: brown

Favourite movie: the other day i was procrastinating and made an official list of favourite movies, which still has a lot of ties: 1/2: httyd 1/2, 3/4: moana, big hero 6, 5/6/7: wreck it ralph, tangled, rise of the guardians, 8/9/10: back to the future 1-3

wow that took a lot of time, but thanks for tagging me! I’m tagging @thepurplewriter333 @yv-sketches and @animalsarepeople2 on the ones that you didn’t tag me in! also tagging @katlikespie @crazilexa and @fading-shadows for whichever one/s you want to do!

#long post #but i really didn't want to make four seperate posts #replies #keiko talks to thin air

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blin53fanfics · 4 years

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When I Met You- Christopher Who?

Sophia balled up another piece of paper and threw it to the full trash can in the corner. “ Urgh,” she grumbled as she sharpened her pencil and leaned closer to the blank paper in front of her. “ Mum?,” Bonnie, her daughter stood at the edge of their little dining room of their two bedroom apartment. “ Are you ok?” Bonnie’s face was masked in confusion and concern as she scanned her mess of a mother. Sophia had on her Friday night pjs and a messy bun of curls, her abandoned glasses lie covered across from her in a mess of colored paper and fabric scraps. “ Yeah, honey I’m fine,” Sophia didn’t look up from the task at hand. She had been given a week to prepare the presentation of her life, and everything was not falling into place. For the last five years, Sophia had worked at Studio Lumiere and this was her moment to move from desk cubby to studio office, where she could design for the next season’s retail line. She would finally be able to set her own hours, travel for fashion week, and see her daughter more often than the nights after work or on her lunch break.

A slam came from the kitchen fridge and Sophia looked up to see Bonnie with two small cups of orange juice. Dazed Sophia smiled, “ Thank you, my love,”she lightly pinched Bonnie’s cheek and took the cup from Bonnie’s hand. Timidly Bonnie walked closer to the table as her mum sipped on the juice and stared at the ceiling. “ I like the pink one Mummy, it's so pretty and shiny.” “ You think so.” “ Yeah and the fluffy one, it looks like tool.” “ Tulle, sweety, tulle.” “ Too-lay.” “Close enough.” Sophia laughed as she looked over at Bonnie, her inspiration and life. Besides work, Bonnie was the only other priority in Sophia’s life and she was ok with that. Sure, the first few years raising her was hard, but after a few breakdowns and help from the Talomi family across from her and she was finally getting the hang of being a proper mother. “ Hey Mum,”

“ Hmmm?”

“ Are you gonna change clothes?”

“Honey, it’s only Friday, remember, Friday’s are lazy wear days.”

“ Its Sunday.” “Huh?”

“Mummy its Sunday, you’ve been in this same spot forever!”

Sophia set her drink on the floor away from her papers and search for her phone. Sure enough, her daughter was right, it was a Sunday afternoon. Frantically, Sophia turned to her daughter, “Sorry.”

Bonnie rolled her eyes playfully and made an exasperated sigh, “Its ok, but can we go outside, just for a little bit. Five minutes, please!”

“ Of course,” Sophia pulled Bonnie in for a tight hug.

“ Hey Mummy, can you shower….you stink,” Bonnie giggled and Sophia nodded as she finally rose from her chair looked around the chaos that was their apartment. In the kitchen were three pizza boxes from the Friday night, two of which were empty and the other on its last leg. The living room was covered in Blankets from making Bonnie a fort so she could play while Sophia worked. Stretching loudly, Sophia stumbled to her bathroom and got ready for the rest of the day.

“It's about time you got some fresh air. I was beginning to wonder what had become of the two of you,” Mrs. Talomi badgered as she walked with Sophia and Bonnie in Jardin des Tuileries park. “ You work too hard my dear, surely you can take a break every now and then?”

“I know, but it's just this final presentation and I’m so close to getting it right,” Sophia countered.

“ Perhaps my husband can take a look at it, he could give some feedback.” Mr.Talomi, had helped Sophia get the job she currently had, being that he worked there for almost thirty years as a draftsman and seeing the potential Sophia had when she first moved out to Paris at twenty-one with nothing more than a suitcase, sketchbook, and a secret she from her past she had promised never to look back at.

“You both have done so much Cassandra, I couldn’t,” Sophia waved her hand dismissively and watched as Bonnie raced ahead to catch butterflies.

“ Soph, we do this because we care and you know I won’t take no for an answer, besides you will both be joining us for dinner tonight. By the smell of Bonnie’s clothes someone has had nothing but leftovers all weekend.” Sophia blushed and looked away. There wasn’t arguing with Cassandra.

“ This are great Sophia and you have more than enough designs to give at the presentation. Too many really.” Mr. Talomi was scanning the designs that Sophia brought over. The presentation was an opportunity to find new talent within the company only for once and Sophia could not pass up this chance. “If I were you, I would keep to the fall line you sketched, since it is coming up soon, it will put more ideas into the producers’ minds. Sophia nodded gathering up her papers and finally taking a seat. She had been on edge since bringing her designs out to show, but since the revisions weren’t so tedious, she could finally sigh in relief.

“ I do want you to stay on your toes though,” Mr. Talomi warned. “ When the head honchos call for in house talent, all the ones you have never seen before reveal themselves. Sophia stared at him confused. Sure, it was an in-house talent search, but she knew everyone in-house. Studio Lumiere, though well-known as it was, was a small and homely company.

“Mummy, dinner’s ready,” Bonnie called as she skipped out the kitchen. “ Oh deary what are we having?” Mr. Talomi asked as he swung Bonnie up into his arms

. “ Spaghetti and meatballs,” Bonnie laughed while Mr. Talomi set her in her chair. “My favorite!” Bonnie grabbed her fork and hurriedly reach her arms out for the pot. “ Bonnie,” Sophia warned as she sat beside her.

“ What do we do first?”

“Say grace.”

“Exactly.” The family of four bowed their heads as Mrs. Talomi blessed the food.

“ Father God, we come to you today to give thanks for this meal and for great friends. We ask that you bless our hearts and this food. And that you bless Sophia with a promotion she rightfully deserves, in Jesus name we pray, Amen.” Cassandra looked up and smiled at Sophia, “ Now hopefully once you get yourself this promotion, you can get yourself a man.”

“ Cassandra,” Mr. Talomi apprised.

“ A man, like a daddy for me?”

“ See look what you started,” Mr. Talomi said as he looked at Sophia apologetically.

“No not a Daddy, deary, we want to get your Mum a date,”Cassandra continued as she winked at a confused Bonnie.

“Mummy, what’s a date?”

“ Don’t worry about it sweetheart, eat.”Sophia fixed Bonnie’s plate and started working on her own. A date...that was the farthest thing from Sophia’s mind.

“You are all here because you signed up to present your new ideas and frankly we could use them. I don’t want any of you to be shy, so speak up and show us what you got,” Wayne the director of Lumiere promptly sat down at the head of the table and motioned for the first victim to start. For the next hour, Sophia watched designer after designer present their ideas and then get ripped apart with questions on what made there's more unique than the rest. As her name got closer to the list Sophia tightened her grip on her portfolio. “ Next!” Wayne shouted alerting Sophia to rise from her seat. Taking a deep breath she stumbled to the from of the room setting up as much of her boards as she could and finally opening her portfolio and sliding it across the room to Wayne. “ This is my idea for the next fall line,”she began, “ I know it's far away but it will get here sooner than you think, which is why I went outside the grain and focused on something we haven’t done in a while, hometown vibes..” As she continued further into her speech, Sophia’s confidence peaked. Until utter silence feel across the room and all eyes looked to Wayne. “ I like it, its edgy, unique and just the right amount of-,” the office door flew open in the room. Standing in the doorway was a man in a grey sweater and faded ripped jeans, his blonde hair was tousled across his face. When he looked up his stared frantically across the room. “ Am I too late?” He walked in and looked at Wayne. “Christopher you made it. Your the last person actually,” Wayne looked over at Sophia and at her designs before twirling his finger, tell her to clean up her stuff. Flustered, Sophia but everything back in her portfolio and stood against the wall as she watched Christopher take the spotlight. Sophia watched as he opened his portfolio and the room began to glow. Christopher had gone past making a fall line and went straight for the holiday seasons, gold, silver, maghony colors flowed onto every sketch in waves. It was nauseating and breathtaking all at once. Before Christopher could begin to speak Wayne put his hand up. “ I’ve seen enough. In-house you may all return to your work Christopher you stay and uhhh you, you stay,” Wayne pointed his finger in Sophia’s direction and her heart soared, this was it, the big break she was needing. Sophia walked closer to Christopher as Wayne thrust the door shut. “ You both are very talented. Christopher, I am so happy your mother convinced you to present today. How she is doing by the way?” “She’s fine, she’s in Spain for a photoshoot this month.” Sophia looked between the two in confusion, who was this guy, he looked to be in his mid-twenties, but the way he held himself made him seem like Lumiere was a home away from home.

“ You, your designs were great, I am sure you will do well working under Christopher in the upcoming fall line,” Wayne stated. “ Work under?” Sophia asked confused. “I thought the winner of this presentation would get their own individual line?”

“ Winner, my dear this was not a contest, this studio needed a new edge and Christopher has it. Your designs are adequate enough that it can match what Christopher wants you to design.” Sophia paused staring between Wayne and Christopher. “ Though if you don’t want the job I can always replace you.” Wayne stepped forward and look down at Sophia, waiting for her reply.

“ No, this is fine. I look forward to working with you.” Sophia reached out her hand to Christopher who smirked in her direction. She had to countdown in her head to keep herself for rolling her eyes. Who did this guy think he is? Briskly Sophia walked out of the office and back to her desk, what just happened?

“ Uh hey,” swerving in her seat Sophia came face to face with Christopher. “I’m Christopher, if you want we can grab lunch and discuss how to get started on this project.”

“ I can’t,” Sophia blurted, to which Christoper took a step back amused. “ You can’t work on this project. Look, I’m not as big of a jerk as Wayne but your stuff has some great potential and- ``

''No, it’s not that, I have to get my daughter. Tuesday’s are my days to take her to lunch,” Sophia started swerving back to her desk and starting on the next fabric order.

“ Well maybe, tomorrow then,” Christopher stated still hovering behind her chair. Backing up slightly, Sophia turned and stared into Christopher’s face, “tomorrow is fine, now if you’ll excuse me I need to get started on my other work.” Christopher smirked, “ Oh course, I wouldn’t want to mess up your order of... flannel. Until tomorrow Mrs.?”

“Sophia. Sophia Leon.”

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