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Wow all those years of looking up "girls kissing" really came in handy 🤭🤭
#yes its them. again#fight me#its mandy fucking monday!!!#amanda young#lynn denlon#shotgunshipping#lynnmanda#saw#saw iii#lesbian#my art
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asks u really nicey for mandy andy and eddie…
omg okay yes thank u <3333 lets see!! mandy moment on mandy monday:
okay this is like. first of all sorry for musical theater song. second of all we are not reading this as romantic just join me in this vision space for mandy okay. + the ending of the song is really what makes it for me the “sometimes im in control” all broken and the music just running wild after that. yeah man.
OKAY THIS ONE WAS HARD ANDY IS EVERYTHING TO ME BUT TO BE SO OPEN AND REAL I HAVE NEVER MADE HIM A PLAYLIST. i have never been struck by songs for him this Must change im working on it now. but for now i will say:
both because i believe in blink 182 listener andy barclay and because like. not in a specific line i guess but in general this feeling of childhood awareness and knowing something people dont and idk. i feel so bad andy baby i will find good songs for you just wait just fukcign wait ok
AND for eddie we’ve got:
because ohhhh god. head in my fucking hands. its about being kept stuck in place by fears and choosing to step beyond them and feel what life has to offer and being so brave and the rewards of that uncertainty. u know. You Know.
#THANK YOU THIS WAS SO HARD I AM ALWAYS SO SCARED TO SAY CHARACTER SONGS BC WHAT IF THEYRE BAD#i need an andy playlist now its like a psychological Need..#kora.txt#asks#ask memes#spreedriver#two of these r not my usual music taste at all (anymore) but lots of my character songs r not from my current taste…..
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Season 1 Episode 3
Episode 3 starts with Fiona fucking Good Officer Tony in his backseat. Strong start.
In the last episode, Good Officer Tony shoots his shot with Fiona, inviting her to an awards benefit at a church ‘next Thursday’. So this episode starts the Thursday night. If we’re assuming the previous episode happened during Thanksgiving weekend, then we’re now solidly in December 2010 and this episode starts December 2nd.
Good for you Good Officer Tony.
We meet Mandy for the first time. Season 1 Mandy seems so much softer than seasons to come, but still really sad. This little girl gets eyed up by Kev and harassed by her teacher. There's always an atmosphere of underlying sadness and trauma that Shameless covers up with comedy.
Anyway, she’s at the Kash and Grab ‘thanking’ Ian for playing hero and saving her from creepy, greasy, porn mustache teacher.
Lip and Karen go on a date. Ian and Kash make out behind the Kash and Grab (ew), but before they can go off and do any more, Mandy interrupts them. Love her from the get go! They head to the Gallagher house, and then there’s an amazing Mandy/Mickey parallel that makes my heart sing.
Everytime a Milkovich calls Carl a shithead an angel gets its wings.
Ian breaks Mandy’s teenage heart when he pushes her off of him after she basically attacks his face. Fiona comes home in time to see Mandy storming out, saving her from an awkward conversation with Good Officer Tony.
Lip and Karen are snuggling and screaming under the tracks. I kinda love this scene.
The next morning, a very naked Kev can’t make toast because the Gallaghers have their toaster. I love their symbiotic relationship. Or is it more that Gallaghers are leeching off of them? The Gallaghers wake up to a cold house, and Fiona is just constantly picking up laundry from the hallway. Why do they all get undressed in the hallway and then leave it there when the laundry shoot is literally RIGHT THERE. If you’re gonna undress in the hallway, just throw it down the shoot. OR are they getting undressed in their rooms and then just throwing the dirty clothes out into the hall even though, again, the laundry shoot is right there!
Steve knocks on the door. Kev storms in wearing THE ROBE. Carl is melting action figures over Kev’s toaster. Kev, ever helpful, suggests Carl, the almost 9 year old, use a blow torch. Steve lost a bet to Ian and asks if Ian wants to see Philly on the 12th or Edmonton on the 27th, a Sunday and Monday, respectively. He chooses the Edmonton Oilers (🇨🇦). I googled to see if these games existed on any day in 2010 or 2011 in case I was off on dates. They weren’t. This is Shameless parallel world.
Anyway, Fiona realizes the gas bill wasn’t paid which is why it’s so cold. It was due November 30 as per original Calendar, so their power was cut off. They owe $587, which is steep. They’re a few months behind. Once more, never forget this show is about American poverty. It’s winter and they’ve cut off their heat. Gotta say though, I love the Fi and Kev relationship. He can tell she’s obviously stressed, but he compliments her oatmeal and she smiles.
Frank steals from his own kids. Tony admits he was a virgin until last night. And a lady is here for Aunt Ginger because her social security checks have been cashed in Chicago, but Fiona is confused because AuNt GiNgEr LiVeS iN wIsCoNsIn. Oh poor Fiona.
The dirtiest white boy in America (or at least the Southside) leads a group of similarly dirty Milkoviches in search for Ian. You know. To murder him, probably. Normal.
And in a moment of great foreshadowing: that dirty boy has no idea he’ll be spending the rest of his life screaming Ian’s name 😏
While Fiona yells at Frank about Aunt Ginger, Mickey and his goons have spray painted “Ian Gallagher is a Dead Man” all over the Southside. I wonder if it’s still there and Ian takes Mickey to visit it all nostalgic.
He spells his name right here, though.
Frank tries to get an old lady from the shelter to pose as Aunt Ginger. He is refused for something he did ‘last Christmas’, so he sneaks in. Steve is still chasing Fiona. Lip has just taken an SAT for some other kid and gets the shit beat out of him by Mickey. No good deed.
Things to note. Iggy is getting out of juvi, and Mickey says his mom is driving up to get him. So his mom is still alive here.
Lip comes home, once more interrupting Good Officer Tony trying so hard to get Fiona. Frank finally admits Aunt Ginger has been dead for 12 years, breaking Debbie’s heart. So they take Debbie to the old people pound to pick out an Aunt Ginger for them to foster temporarily.
Debbie and fake Aunt Ginger bond over old lady things. Steve tries again with Fiona. Ian and Lip have another iconic BROTHERS moment.
The next morning, Lip wakes up to find Ian and the Killing Bat missing. Lip goes to join Ian on his suicide mission, and we get another great BROTHERS moment. Instead of Mickey, Ian runs into Mandy and he confesses that he’s gay.
The lady from the government comes back and meets fake Aunt Ginger. The Gallaghers get away with it, and Fiona steals the social security cheque to pay the gas bill. And Frank admits Ginger is buried in the backyard. I hate this show.
Ian and Mandy bond over NSYNC, which feels like a dated reference. If they're 14/15 in 2010, and Nsync's final album Celebrity came out in 2001 (I know this because 12 year old me made my dad take me to the HMV at the mall to buy me the cd) then they were like 5. Anyway, she’s worried he thinks she’s ugly and is using being gay as an excuse. He assures her she’s beautiful, which is adorable, and when she’s still skeptical, he grabs her boob and puts her hand on his dick. He doesn’t get a boner, which convinces Mandy that he really is gay. He looks so bored.
Debbie has to return fake Aunt Ginger and breaks down crying. I’d say get this girl a puppy, but they couldn't afford to keep one alive.
Fiona is all dressed up and in front of Tony’s mom’s door, but instead chooses Steve, because that girl loves toxic men.
In conclusion, this episode begins a week after the previous, starting on Thursday December 2 and going through until Saturday December 4.
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yeah mandy monday baby yeah fuckin it's one of my favorite nights because of amanda young yeah fuckin monday night baby fuckin mandy yep mandy monday mandy monday who deserves amanda me i deserve amanda its fuckin monday monday night amanda young yeah closer to the weekend thursday the-and then flat fuck friday here comes the weekend here comes the weekend fuckin fuckin monday night mandy monday baby who deserves amanda "mandy" young me who deserves amanda me love amanda young mandy monday baby fuckin mandy monday monday night baby mandy monday yeah!!!
#YEAH MANDY MONDAY#SORRY FOR THIS POST I JUST CANT STOP THINKING#personal#but ok to rb if you wanna ❤️
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Pet (Part Fourteen)
Masterlist
Pet Masterlist
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14th of December 2006,
Volterra, Italy
Weeks passed by and soon the sticky warmth of summer turned into that coolness of Autumn. And a few weeks later, when December had arrived, the rain increased significantly along with the cold. The castle, that was pleasantly cool in the summer, was immensely cold in the winter.
Thankfully for me, I no longer was obliged to wear the short dresses as I no longer was the secretary, but they still would appreciate it when I did.
The past few months had been mostly filled by me learning all there is about the vampire world. Mostly by the kings and queens as they had been alive for around 3.000 years and new almost anything about how the word had changed, how the vampires had influenced those changes and soon they would teach me all about the other creatures roaming these lands or those who had once roamed here.
“It is quite easy. Just make sure no appointments clash. Make sure to keep feeding times in mind. The Masters, Mistresses and elite guard feed once every week on Mondays, while the rest of the guard feeds in groups every other week on Friday's. Feeding time is always between 13:00 and 15:00, and during those times you are prohibited from entering the throne room.” I explain to the new secretary, the third one since I retired from my position. Her name was Veronica, yet I didn't think she was the right one either for this job, just a pretty face like the last two were. She had beautiful dark skin and eyes that were almost black that complimented her black hair. Over all she was gorgeous, but I am not sure if she would fit for this job. Oh well, time will tell.
“Do you have any more questions for me, Veronica?” I asked kindly. She returned the smile almost enthusiastic.
“Thank you, Miss Mandy. I think I understand.” she said politely. I was still slightly taken back by the fact the secretaries called me ‘Miss’ now. It wasn't necessary for me but especially the kings and queens insisted on it. Claiming I was above the secretaries and other humans now. It was nonsense in my opinion, yet every time I tried protesting to it only ended up with me being spanked, kissed or fucked on the spot, so I had stopped complaining about it. Vampire truly were thick headedly stubborn when they make up their minds.
“I am glad to hear that. If you do need me, I can usually be found in the library, my room or the Masters’ combined living quarters. Goodluck.” I said before turning around and making my way to the throne room. Caius and Athenodora would be teaching me about their war against the werewolves. One the couple had started centuries ago before even joining the Volturi.
Once I reached the heavy doors, I knocked on them and before I knew it, they were opened by Demetri and Felix, both with large smiles on their faces.
“Micetta! We were starting to get worried that you might fancy spending time with the new secretary over us.” Demetri said in a playful mocking tone. I heard Heidi snort and a growl of annoyance from one of the queens. I giggled and pecked his lips as a greeting. “Never.” I quickly pecked Felix’ lips as well before moving Heidi who wrapped her arms around me and kissed me shortly but passionately, leaving my head spinning a bit. I quickly moved towards the kings and queens who were all gathered around a table in the corner of the throne room that was covered in many books in many different languages, both old and new. The kings all looked very handsome in their black suits. Aro and Caius were wearing a bloodred tie while Marcus’ tie was as black as his suit. The queens looked beautiful as always. Sulpicia was dressed in a gorgeous bloodred dress that seemed to be made out of liquid as it flowed around her tall frame. Athenodora, on the other hand, wore a dress made out of emerald green fabric that seemed to be very cosy yet expensive. Both their skirts reached just above their ankles while matching shoes and jewellery made their looks complete. I quickly pecked Aro and Sulpicia on their lips before moving to Marcus. He stood up and embraced me first before pecking my lips, making me blush a bit and him chuckle. I first pecked Caius on the lips who gave me a kind smile and finally I turned my attention to Dora. She smiled brightly at me and pulled me onto her lap. Her hand cupped my cheek and she kissed me quickly yet deeply.
“I am glad you are not lost. Caius and I started to worry that you indeed fancied the new woman's company above ours.” she said with a playful pout.
“Of course not, Mistress.” I said loyally making her pout turn into a grin.
“Good, good. Now, let us start with today's lesson on the war against werewolves... And the reason why the goddess Athena was named after me.” she said winking.
“Really?” I asked surprised.
“Oh yes. We saved a couple villages back in the old days by killing many of the werewolves during their attacks. We had to use special blades made out of silver that were laced with our venom. Not exactly for the faint of heart to make and dangerous if done wrong. The chemical reaction of the silver, steel and our venom could prove lethal for most humans when inhaled.” Caius started to explain and I was immediately hooked onto his lips while Dora held me close in her lap, her chin lightly resting on my shoulder with her nose buried in my lose curls.
“Really? What happens to the humans who tried making those swords?” I asked curiously which only seemed to fuel Caius’ enthusiasm to continue his story.
“The damp coming from the weapons while being forged could burn the skin and make it even melt away at its mere touch. When inhaled, it would burn the human their lungs from the inside out, making them suffocate in mere, agonising minutes. Eventually, we had only vampires craft these weapons, but they had to be careful, as silver is a very delicate metal and we vampires sometimes have difficult controlling our strength. Also, the blood would be contaminated so the humans, once come in contact with these damps, were no longer of use to us.” He explained. He was about to continue his story when he suddenly stopped and every vampire in the room seemed to be on edge. Their relaxed faces and stances I had come accustomed to melted away into the ones usually meant for outsiders. Someone was approaching, someone who was not an ally.
In the blink of an eye, I was on the other side of the throne room behind the actual thrones along with Dora and Sulpicia. Caius still stood standing up but now with his back towards the door, same as Marcus while Aro remained seated casually reading his book. Dora had put me into the only chair in front of the small table while Sulpicia had quickly placed three books in front of us, to make it seem we were
busy. Both Athenodora and Sulpicia stood on either side of me, in a casual yet protective manner. I frowned slightly at their quick change in behaviour and spot but Sulpicia gave me a look that said to not ask questions at this moment. So, I didn't and pretended to read the book in front of me. Sadly, for me, it was written in what I guessed was ancient Greek and I had absolutely no idea what it said.
The doors busted open as Santiago walked into the throne room followed by another vampire. Her hair was pale, pale blonde, almost silver. It hung straight as a ruler to a blunt edge at her chin, parted evenly down the centre. She was very pale as every other vampire yet her eyes were different. They were the same golden colour as Alice and Edward Cullen had. Was she from the same coven?
Caius loudly closed his book, making me flint slightly before turning around. I didn't need to see his face to know his usual scowl had returned as I saw the vampire woman flinch in her spot.
“What do you want?” he asked suspicious. The woman's golden eyes quickly flashed to every vampire in the room yet they lingered on my form a little longer.
“Hm?” Caius asked again growing annoyed at the woman's lack of response. The woman seemed to regain herself again and took a step forward while Felix, Demetri and Santiago stood on both her sides and behind her, ready to attack at any moment. Heidi, I had now realised, was standing near us in a protective manner. Probably in case the woman did manage to escape the three male vampires around her and planned on attacking the queens.
The woman's attention was now fully on the three kings. She straightened her back and tried to not make her voice tremple.
“I have to report a crime.” she started, sorrow deeply in her golden eyes.
“The Cullens-” she started, gaining the attention of all three the kings and both queens. “- they have done something...” she tried to find the right word for the Cullens’ their crime. “-Terrible.” she finally decided. Aro quickly shut his book and rushed towards her.
“Allow me, my dear?” he asked, his voice as sweet as sugar and as velvet as cotton candy. I had completely forgotten about pretending to seem busy as I watched Aro intensely. Marcus made his way besides Aro, but glanced at me first, giving me a reassuring look before his face turned like stone again as he faced the woman. Aro had by now grabbed the woman's hand in his and a small gasp escaped his lips. “Oh my.”
#aro volturi#athenodora volturi#caius volturi#demetri volturi#felix volturi#heidi volturi#marcus volturi#sulpicia volturi#volturi#twilight#pet
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hi<3 okay i am finally writing the new kotss chapter, and once again here is a lil contemplative snippet of tumblr-drabble length as a preview for when i write the whole thing in a day or two!😌💜 (mostly bc i am feeling sleepy and sappy this morning about mickey’s growth and just. cannot get over it.)
hope u enjoy<3
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He fucking loved the dog, okay?
When they were first waiting in that overly-bright room in the dog rescue center (or whatever the fuck it was called) with Ian sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of him, and Mickey had seen the bundle of fur with its paws hitting the ground, a scrawny puppy with a swollen belly and a protruding ribcage— he’d immediately known he was in trouble.
First, because there was no fucking way that Ian was going to let them leave this place without it, since he practically made heart-eyes the second the puppy stumbled its way over to him— and second, because Mickey was absolutely, totally sure that he was going to fuck this up. Even reading the fucking description on the website on Ian’s phone screen, “comes from a troubled past and needs a loving home,” made something twist in his gut— because how the fuck was Mickey supposed to provide something like that?
Mickey didn’t take care of shit like this, like fragile puppies or babies or anything he could mess up— and he especially didn’t let in anything more than he could handle losing, anything soft and helpless and innocent that he couldn’t let slip between his fingers on his own accord. He’d learned that shit early, when whatever whispers and soft traces of touches on his cheeks were ripped away by the pry of Terry’s calloused hands— when one day, when he was fifteen, he and Mandy and everyone else didn’t have a mom anymore. Losing his mom, losing his family after years on the road, even losing fucking Terry those now months ago; all of that shit compounded and pressed on the walls of his ribcage in a way that Mickey himself didn’t really understand, and apparently was oozing out of him in a fucking dog shelter as he stood there frozen, in the face of a helpless frame on wobbly legs with silky grey fur.
For some reason, even though he and Ian had been talking about the dog in the abstract for days now, something about seeing the dog scared him shitless— because taking care of shit was objectively scary, and Mickey was shit out of practice with it. He’d never been good, comfortable, at holding something fragile in his hands, something that he could mess up in a second with a slip of judgement. Mickey was great at getting shit done, but with something like this— well, honestly, he wasn’t sure if he trusted himself enough, to not make those split-second choices that Terry made, the ones that left cigarette burns on his sides and snapped his jaw out of place and left him with so many aching wounds that only became more dark and cavernous through the years.
I’m gonna fuck this up.
What if he got too mad and kicked the dog, what if he fed it the wrong shit and it withered away and became more frail than it already was, what if it ran away or got hit by a car or got fucking shot by a stray bullet in a shitty neighborhood? It felt scary to choose to care about something this fragile, to sign up for the loss and the ripping ache that would follow if Mickey overreacted or fucked something up or made a slip-second misstep. In the Milkovich family, loving was a liability— a promise that someone you cared about could get pummeled and bloodied and beaten in front of you, could get handcuffed and dragged upstate for months or years in the blink of an eye. When Mickey was fifteen, scratching “FUCK LOVE” and “STAY THE FUCK OUT” signs on pieces of cardboard with Sharpies he’d stolen from the dollar store, he’d made a promise to himself to harden himself against that weakness— against that loss.
And then, of course, freckle-faced chicken-legged Ian Gallagher showed up at his doorstep anyways.
So he’d let himself love Gallagher—and eventually he’d let himself love Franny after she plopped herself in his lap one day, wearing a princess tiara talking a mile a minute about monster trucks; and he didn’t even mind hanging out with Liam once in a while on those late nights in the Gallagher house, when Ian would be working a double shift and he and Liam flopped on opposite sides of the couch, watching shitty cartoons in a comfortable silence as the glow from the TV screen flickered on their faces.
But none of that felt like a choice—all of those people, those warm bodies to love, just fell into Mickey’s lap; so it wasn’t Mickey’s fault, really, if shit hit the fan. It wasn’t like he made the choice to love them in the first place— it just happened.
But adopting a dog (or having a fucking kid, like he knew Ian wanted)— that was a choice. That was telling something, someone, that you were ready to take care of them; that you were ready to lose everything when they inevitably got taken away, that you were ready to pour all of your fucked-up bullshit into someone and hope that you weren’t the reason why they turned out screwed up. It just seemed like too much; and in the face of the tiny fucking furball that Ian was cooing over as he sat cross-legged, Mickey’s immediate impulse was to keep his distance and tether himself into the linoleum floor miles away.
But of course Ian had done that fucking thing only he had the power to do, and melted whatever iron walls Mickey had soldered into place with a gentle Mick, d’you wanna pet her?— and of course the fucking dog had to nuzzle her goddamn tiny wet nose into Mickey’s hand, and give a too-trusting lick to his palm as she rolled over onto her back, exposing her vulnerable belly even after whatever fucking dog-fight bullshit she’d been through— and immediately Mickey couldn’t couldn’t see a timeline in which they didn’t wrap this fucking mutt up in a soft towel and take her home to the dog bed in their apartment and get her healthy on gourmet fucking dog food from a monogrammed tin bowl.
So even though it drove him fucking crazy that she was so fucking skinny, and the entire first night when she’d slept curled on the bed he kept waking up and googling the best dog foods and exercise regimens and refilling her water bowl at the kitchen sink like an obsessed fucking maniac— he really couldn’t help it.
Against every instinct, he’d chosen to love when he didn’t have to— and he was starting the realize that maybe that shit wasn’t a weakness.
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“So, I hear you guys’ve got a new mascot.”
Tommy was ambling in the front door, right on the dot of their 2 P.M. opening time, with Kermit skittishly following a few paces behind him.
Ian rolled his eyes from behind the bar when he thought Mickey wasn’t looking (fucking traitor).
“Yeah, I think the whole neighborhood knows by now. Someone’s been a little too eager with the dog photos.”
Which— fuck that. So what if he fucking posted a few pictures of Baz to the mostly-defunct Alibi Facebook page that Kev had given them the login info to, some of which featured Baz wearing Mickey’s sunglasses when they were partway through a walk? Nobody needed to know that Mickey alone was behind that shit— Ian liked taking dog photos too, even though they were never as good as Mickey’s, and mostly just featured the moments Mickey was passed out on the couch with Baz sleeping on his chest.
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Ian grinned and turned towards Mickey. “Nothin.’ Just nice to see that you’re growing into the whole dog parent thing. Though it is kind of turning into a stage mom thing.”
Mickey furrowed his brows. “Fuck you. The customers love her. It’s good for business.”
Ian held up his hands in surrender, still smirking—which just cause Mickey to shove him gently in his sternum.
“It’s not my fault Baz is the prettiest pit on the fucking Southside.”
In the corner of the bar, Baz was sitting on her cushion that they’d bought at a boujee pet store down the road, to keep downstairs at the Alibi so they could keep her other dog bed upstairs— and when Tommy and Kermit came into the room her ears immediately lifted, her tail twitching excitedly at the new faces. Tommy just gave a wary side-eyed glance to the dog pillow before plopping himself onto his usual stool, but Kermit nervously crouched beside the cushion and gave Baz’s chin a scratch.
“Ey! Paws off the princess until you drop some money on a beer, Kermit. I didn’t haul myself down to the empty bar on a Monday afternoon to watch you pet my fucking dog.”
Kermit shuffled to his usual seat beside Tommy at the end of the bar. “She’s cute. I didn’t realize pit bulls could be so scrawny.”
Baz was already filling out fast in the few days she’d been living with them; but it was true that she was still small and wiry for her age. Mickey made sure they got some sort of fresh dog food shit from the pet store that they had to keep in the refrigerator (even though Ian insisted kibble was fine, like a fucking cheapskate) to get her strength up, and he also got a bunch of fucking vitamins, like salmon oil and shit to make sure her coat was shiny—and yes, okay, maybe he also bought her a badass collar with spikes on it, and maybe he also dropped money on one of those engraved pet tags in the shape of a skull and crossbones that said “Bazooka Gallagher-Milkovich” on it with the Alibi’s address on it. He couldn’t fucking help it; they had a steady stream of cash coming in from crowded nights, they were planning on doing Ian’s karaoke shit once a month, and Mickey felt like they could afford to spend money on shit like this—like they could afford to do this right. And because of Mickey’s doting, even though Ian had started to take Baz for runs in the morning, it was no secret that she liked Mickey ever-so-slightly more than Ian; when they were laying in bed at night Baz would always hop up and curl into Mickey’s side and leave inches between her and Ian, causing a surprised chuckle to escape Mickey’s lips the first time it happened as he scratched behind her ears. Ian just stared at him, with some sappy fucking smile on his face.
“The fuck’re you looking at?”
“Nothing. Just glad we took her home.”
Mickey rolled his eyes, but felt a smile creeping onto his lips despite himself. “Yeah. Me too.”
“And I’m definitely not jealous of a dog right now.”
**
It was later in the evening and the bar was pretty empty, a standard for a Monday night— Mickey had been trying to train Baz to stay on her cushion now that she’d learned how to sit and lay down on command; much to the amusement of Tommy and Kermit, who kept fucking distracting her. If Mickey had his way, he’d train Baz to bark at Kermit whenever he said something stupid (the guy just got on his fucking nerves, what could he say)—but of course Baz had other plans once she realized Kermit was the one of the pair who would pet her, and kept nuzzling her head onto Kermit’s thigh and thumping her tail on the floor.
“I thought pit bulls were supposed to be vicious.”
“Fuck you, Kermit. That’s fucking… dog racist, or some shit.”
Kermit just meekly looked down at his half-empty beer glass, as Ian came in the front door from where he was bringing in the sandwich board from the curb, not expecting any more customers for the night. He reached down to ruffle Baz’s fur along the way.
“How’s our girl doing?”
“Pretty good. Once these assholes get out of here we can called it a night.”
Tommy scoffed at that. “Milkovich, we’re some of your most loyal customers— hell, we’re your only loyal customers. I think we deserve more than insults.”
“Oh yeah? You gonna go drink the day away somewhere else?”
Tommy faltered for a moment, and raised an eyebrow. “Touche.”
“Alright, bozos. Time to pack up. No one else is coming in tonight, we’ll see you tomorrow. Me and Ian have better shit to do.”
Tommy drained the last of his beer, placing a wad of one-dollar bills on the countertop and giving an exaggerated salute. “Until tomorrow, gentlemen.”
When they left the bar and the doors were locked, Ian’s shoulders started to shake with laughter. “Jesus. I never thought I’d be at a point in my life when I’m dependent on the consistent generosity of Tommy and Kermit, but here I am.”
“More like consistent alcoholism.”
Ian smirked, then flopped to sit on a barstool opposite the countertop from Mickey, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Are you fine taking Baz out? I’m kinda tired, wanna get a start on dinner.”
“Yeah, man. Works for me.”
They’d been living with each other in the Gallagher house for months, sure, but they were still new at doing this— at only accounting for each other’s schedules, at divvying up tasks like walking the dog and cooking dinner and doing fucking dishes rather than just coasting on someone like Debbie getting them by. Things were different now— things were settled and quiet, in a way that still made Mickey like he had to rub his eyes extra hard to clear them in the still, dark mornings in the apartment, like he wasn’t convinced this shit was real.
After dinner they sat cross-legged on their bed, watching a movie on Ian’s old beat-up laptop with Baz sitting between them and chewing on one of her toys that squeaked loudly every few seconds (this one was a stuffed animal in the shape of a police officer, because in Mickey’s own words at the pet store, “ACAB motherfucker”)— and later that night, wrapped in the smell of laundry soap on clean sheets and dog shampoo, Mickey slept easily.
Maybe this was something he could trust himself to hold on to.
#catch me laying in bed & ignoring my exams & instead writing This#ily all i hope u are having good thursdays<3#gallavich#gallavich fic#shameless#shameless fic#bazooka gallagher milkovich#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich#ian x mickey#ixm
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YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT DAY IT ISSSSS
#ITS MANDY FUCKING MONDAY!!!#just cuz im in art school now doesnt mean i dont have time for my real life girlfriend amanda young#amanda young#saw#saw II#saw III#saw franchise#needles#gun#my art
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Houston Chronicles, Part 20
Read the beginning here. Read the last installment here.
Jack really should be a creature of the night, Bitty thought, with his pale skin and dark hair. The moon was about half-full and they were in a major city, but Jack still looked silver and ethereal in its light.
Good thing Bitty had spent enough time staring at Jack to not get distracted by his looks. Much.
So far, Jack had agreed with everything he said, but not offered any real explanation for his silence.
So when Jack agreed that it would have been better to stay until Bitty woke up, maybe had a second round, and then defined the relationship over omelets and whole wheat toast, Bitty called him on it.
“Then why didn’t you do it that way?” he asked. “Why not even wake me up and tell me you had to go? Or leave a note on the table? Or, I don’t know, text me back when I said I was worried about you?”
“Why did you have condoms?” Jack blurted. “Fuck. Sorry. It’s none of my business. But I got to wondering, and then I realized I didn’t know really anything about the last five years, and we never even talked about it.”
Bitty wanted to say, “I had condoms because I’m an adult man with a healthy sex drive.”
What he did say was, “I bought them before you came over the first time. Just in case. I’ve dated a couple of guys, but nothing too serious, and nothing in the last year or so.”
He did not add, “Because I kept comparing them to you.”
“Me either,” Jack said. “I mean, nothing serious. The guys hooked me up with a couple of people, but I’m not much for casual relationships.”
“I know,” Bitty said. “That’s why I was so worried when you skipped out.”
“You weren’t worried enough to check again after one text,” Jack said. “You went out with your friends like two hours later.”
“First, you’re a grown man,” Bitty said. “I don’t see what another text would have done, other than prove my devotion, I guess. Is that what you wanted? And how did you know I went out?”
“I went to your apartment to talk to you,” Jack said. “I saw you leaving.”
“Why didn’t you say something?” Bitty said. “Never mind. I know Jeni and Mandy can be a bit much. But you still could have texted. Even then. Just said, ‘I came to talk to you but I saw you going out.’ I could have come right home.”
“Would you?”
“Spent the evening talking to you instead of rehashing the situation with my next door agony aunts? Of course.”
“After you fell asleep, I just got anxious,” Jack said. “You said we should talk about things, do it right this time, and we didn’t, and I thought you might be angry and blame me.”
“Jack, sweet pea, I was every bit as much a willing participant as you were,” Bitty said. “As I recall, you listened when I asked you take your clothes off and you listened when I asked you to stay, at least for a while. If I was mad at anyone, it would be me for letting my heart and my body overrule my brain on this one.”
“But before, you were upset enough to start a whole new life without me,” Jack said. “And I didn’t know. And I didn’t want to ruin everything this time by making you upset.”
“So you left and ignored me and made me upset?” Bitty said. “I thought you were mad at me.”
“I know,” Jack said. “Shitty told me.”
“Shitty?” Bitty asked, suddenly mystified. “Where does he come into this? I haven’t talked to him in weeks.”
“I know,” Jack said. “He wants you to call him. He said he was giving us privacy. But he said that after you … went to Philadelphia, you didn’t call me because you were scared I’d be angry with you.”
“I was right, though, wasn’t I?” Bitty said. “He had permission to tell you about me if you asked, at least where I was. I figured it was only fair since I had the Hockey News to tell me about you, but he said you never asked.”
“I should have, I know,” Jack said. “It was like when things ended between me and Kent -- he called and texted a few times, but I never responded. I was just done with that part of my life. I mean, literally. The whole no-heartbeat-for-two-minutes seemed like a clean break, and Kenny was part of the old life, with the partying and the poorly supervised meds and everything. I couldn’t be the person I was before, and that was the person who was with Kenny.”
“Okay, first, Kent’s pissiness makes so much more sense to me now,” Bitty said.
“Yeah, it kind of made more sense to me after you left,” Jack said. “There was just this … hole … in my life, and you weren’t there to fill it, and I resented it. And I didn’t get why being with me wasn’t enough. But being my boyfriend -- that wasn’t your dream for your life. I was living my dream, and you weren’t living yours.”
“Jack, I loved being your boyfriend,” Bitty said.
“But it wasn’t enough,” Jack said.
“No,” Bitty said. “Maybe it could have been, if I could have gotten any kind of traction in trying to start a career. I was maybe hoping that I could make a name somewhere else and then come back, if you’d have me, but that kind of blew up.”
“You never said,” Jack said.
“Yeah, well, it seemed like you thought you should be enough,” Bitty said. “Without anything else.”
“Maybe,” Jack said. “I think I get it now.”
“Get what?”
“How happy you are now,” Jack said. “With your career and your life. People look up to you. They admire you, and they should.”
“So where does that leave us?” Bitty said. “I was going to suggest we try again, but after this … I need for you treat me as an equal.”
“I know,” Jack said. “And I don’t think we can get back to where we were fast. But maybe we can date?”
“I don’t think we can get back to where we were at all,” Bitty said. “That wasn’t a good place to be, even if it seemed like it at first. But maybe we can get somewhere new.”
“Then can I take you out to dinner? Tomorrow?” Jack said. “You don’t usually work Mondays, right?”
“Not usually,” Bitty said. “Want me to find a place?”
“No,” Jack said. “I want to take you on a proper date. I can ask Fox and Marcus for a recommendation -- they’ll be thrilled.”
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2018 best (and some worst)
2018 was the shittiest year of my life personally and I was a trainwreck almost instantly. I was real hopeful going in, but I got my heart broken as badly as I could get (and it somehow just kept getting worse). Ugh. It’s boring to articulate, but it was a never-ending Russian nesting doll of heartbreak, disappointment, and frustration. But I made more positive changes in the last 12 months than I did in the last 12 years. So that’s something.
TV
Funniest go-to show: Desus and Mero (wish they didn’t go on hiatus when they left for Showtime)
Favorite shows: 1) Big Mouth 2) Atlanta 3) Killing Eve 4) Bodyguard 5) Haunting of Hill House
Other shows I enjoyed: American Vandal; Homecoming; Americans; GLOW; Better Call Saul; Succession; Cobra Kai; Kominsky Method; Corporate
Meh: Barry; Sharp Objects; Who Is America?; Daredevil
Favorite Comedy specials: 1) Rory Scovel 2) Bert Kreischer 3) John Mulaney
MOVIES
4 ½ stars: Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse; Sorry to Bother You
4 stars: Quiet Place; Hereditary; Mission Impossible: Fallout; Blackkklansman; Deadpool 2
3 ½ stars: To All the Boys…; Incredibles 2; Game Night; Revenge
3 stars (solid rental): Game Night; Upgrade; Revenge; Ant-Man; Hold the Dark
2 ½ stars (OK rental): Black Panther; Avengers
Meh: Love Simon; Support the Girls
Probably Good but bored the shit out of me: Roma; First Reformed; Eighth Grade
Hated: Mandy; Ballad of Buster Scruggs
STILL NEED TO SEE: Bad Times at El Royale; Bodied; Creed 2; Death of Stalin; Favourite; First Man; Free Solo; Green Book; Halloween; If Beale Street Could Talk; Minding the Gap; Solo; Star is Born; Vice; Widows
MUSIC
Favorite Records: 1) Brian Fallon-‘Sleepwalkers’ 2) Story So Far-‘Proper Dose’
1975 has great songs but they have too much filler in their records.
Damn good songs: Foxing-‘Nearer My God’; Wonder Years-‘Pyramids of Salt’; Thrice-‘Beyond the Pines’
PODCASTS
Favorite Podcasts personally:
-Filmdrunk Frotcast (Movies/comedy)
-Dollop (history PLUS comedy)
-Bill Burr’s Monday Morning Podcast (one-man rant from the best comic alive)
-Conan O’Brien Needs a Friend (comedy + conversations)
-Rewatchables (Movies/comedy)
-Bill Simmons (conversations)
-Pardon My Take (sports + comedy)
-Chapo Trap House (leftist politics + comedy)
-Press Box (media)
Intercepted’s takedown of George HW Bush is great. That show and Citations Needed has its moments. I think if you’re a historian/leftist, the best podcasts are Hardcore History or Common Sense (Dan Carlin), Citations Needed, Intercepted, Chapo Trap House, and the Dollop. Dan Carlin is the one you can enjoy if you’re on ANY political spectrum—and the Dollop is not too far behind; that’s truly the most special when it hits.
Other: My Favorite Murder; Revisionist History; Matty + Nick; Hound Tall; We’ll See You in Hell; Binge Mode: Harry Potter; Bertcast/Open Tabs; Gladiator: Aaron Hernandez
Re-listening to Walking the Room for the 3rd time; that’s my favorite podcast of all time.
Late pass: ‘Embedded’ series on Trump is amazing. Doesn’t come out often but when it does? Fascinating and goes in on Trump stories that don’t get talked about.
Podcasts I’d recommend: In the Dark; RFK Tapes; Slow Burn (S2 on Monica Lewinsky scandal is great)
‘In the Dark’ is by far the best. S1 in 2016 I prefer over S2; check out both.
Podcasts I’m going to check out: Crimetown: Detroit; Serial S3
Vince Mancini (Filmdrunk/Uproxx) has an annual best list on the best investigative/true crime podcasts each year that are the best lists I’ve seen.
Best Dollop Episodes of the Year (must-listens on serious subjects): Donald Trump; the Resnicks: Water Monsters; George HW Bush; John McCain; Wells Fargo; Erik Prince & Blackwater
The above subjects deal with subjects to be genuinely outraged about versus faux things to be outraged about everyday (Russia; Louis CK or what a comic said) and the way the media talks or ignores subjects completely. The way it’s done is so great (Dave reading a topic coldly while his friend interjects with commentary—and then in the end coming together with a South Park-esque take on what the fuck is happening)
Other: Feinstein and the Flag; Levittown: the White Suburb
Funniest episode of the Dollop: 1908 New York to Paris Car Race (live w/ James Adomian). Hands down the funniest. Dave purposely saved a great one for the fucking great and underrated James Adomian.
I can tune in and out of some Dollop episodes, but when it goes in on a subject or has a particular guest, you know it’s going to hit.
BOOKS
Favorite book: City of Thieves by David Benioff
Late pass great: ‘Slaughterhouse Five’
Pretty good: ‘Devil in White City’; ‘Lexicon’
Meh: ‘Sirens of Titan’
Hated: ‘the Bell Jar’
Best twitter follows/online writers: Justin Halpern; Drew Magary; Brian Grubb
BEST EVENTS: 1) Gaslight Anthem 59 Sound 10th Anniversary 2) Boston Calling: the National, Menzingers, Queens of the Stone Age, the Killers 3) Bert Kreischer @ Wilbur: near front row 4) Bill Burr @ TD Garden 5) Pats-Titans playoff game
Biggest regret and disappointment: Moving my ‘ex’ into my friend’s house in January (with the hope that I’d be living there half the time too)—only for her to end up wanting NOTHING at all to do with me that same day after I helped her unpack out of nowhere, threaten suicide in a non-joking manner in front of her new roommates and my friend after a political argument at the end of the first night she moved in, get with someone we work with behind my back almost instantly (a bland and lame cokehead who got busted for cocaine 18 months prior and faced 7 years in jail), try to fuck my friend when I was mid-conversation with them both first time seeing her 3 months after it all ended—and for her to eventually date my friend’s roommate who my friend warned me would try and fuck her but I didn’t take seriously because I thought he wasn’t good looking, tiny, just vaped all day long, and kind of a douche. Cool. Awesome.
I mean, that’s a simplistic breakdown of it all and how I feel about it when I’m angry. It’s more complex and fucked up than that and I could write a book on it to elaborate my thoughts, good and bad. It’s genuinely heartbreaking to articulate it and I withheld that from her: part of the reason why I moved her into my friend’s place (she didn’t know him or anybody) was because I wanted her in my life and didn’t want to lose her. Instead, it felt like I locked myself out of a party, I’m banging on the door and it’s cold outside, but nobody hears me. It’s just that feeling constantly.
At the same time, it’s also very simple: she just wasn’t that into me, valued me, gave a damn, respected me, or cared. It’s NOT as angry or mean as it sounds. It just is what it is. Do NOT move the person you’re seeing into a friend’s place. If it doesn’t work out, make sure you can get a clean break. Oh, and probably do NOT date at work if you can until you know one of you is leaving (or, in my case, she leaves 10+ months after it’. I fucked both up and it’s been impossible to move on. Thankfully, she just left work 2 weeks ago and there’s less anxiety, mental work (thinking about her all the time which I still do but it’s not on maximum overdrive) and tiny heartbreaks each day. I mean, I was devastated when she told me she was leaving and there was finality. I miss her and have missed her all this time, but it’s a good thing: there was nothing I was getting out of it. But still: why did she say yes to moving into MY friend’ s place if she was just going to do a 360 heel turn, be an asshole and resentful towards me out of nowhere, never bother seeing the place I moved into/what I did with it?. Just a disaster of my own creation. I like to think in time I’ll get over it all and move on. I highly doubt I’ll ever see or talk to her again. I refuse to ever go back to my friend’s house for a variety of reasons and I had those thoughts even before the Cinco de Mayo party, but definitely after. I just don’t belong there and it hurts. And I know she’s uncomfortable too if I’m there even if she says otherwise.
Best thing personally: my brother got married, his wedding, friends, and my family. It’s cool to see my brother have his life together, be married into an awesome family, and meet a nice girl. I’ve seen my brother have his heartbreaks, but it’s nice to see him finally have peace and consistency. He’s got a really great house near where the Pats play (closer than where we’d park to games), works 4 days a week and makes bank too.
BIGGEST CHANGES I MADE
moved out to a place of my own in late January-it’s my uncle’s 3-decker, which he intends to pass on to me. So I’m saving $ by being here and it’s decent. The drawback is that it’s 3rd floor and inhospitable during the summer when it’s an oven with no windows where they should be to put an AC unit in (I just stayed at my parents: I would have toughed it out but I desperately need sleep for school). But yeah, I’m over 30 and needed a place of my own. I’d love to live in Boston, but it’s completely fucking unaffordable unless you work 2-3 jobs.
One annoying thing: my driveway gets egged EVERY day since May. We have fake cameras, but pretty sure it’s the next-door neighbor and not some punk kids on their way to school. It is enraging. Who eggs a house everyday? And it’s literally only my car or the lady next to me, not even close to the street. I keep on looking at the trajectory of the eggs and it’s fucking ridiculous. Luckily, because of school (and because I was away during the summer), the egging doesn’t happen until after 8-10 AM.
I’m 10 minutes from my parent’s place (halfway to my workplace and gym as a cut-off place), 5 minutes from the school I attend, and centrally located to things I want to be (Boston, my brother, Cape Cod, possible job changes or to where I intend to move if I can)…
went to school to be an electrician-In school 715 to 1245 Monday-Friday. Pain in the ass schedule and tiring, but a big change. I suck at being handy. Most people are sons of people in the trade or went to trade school. Then there’s me: never picked up a drill or a hammer. But I’m working on it.
I mean, the job IS risky (it’s not an office job) and any job outside of going back to school for a master’s or doctorate to get ahead (I fucking tried!) requires backbreaking manual work that breaks you down in most cases (construction, plumbing and smelling bad to even fixing cars where I hear that breaks your body down). Being an electrician seemed like the least of them all unless you want to be a linesman stuck outside no matter the weather for National Grid or down in manholes—because they pay REALLY well (most people in class actually want those jobs without reservations). I’m fine with being paid pretty well while enjoying myself. I’ll stay away from something monotonous like solar panels or being on a roof all day though.
Jiu-Jitsu-did this for 3 months and loved it. Had to take a break because I can only do weekends and it’s expensive. And I’m too exhausted for 9 AM class come Saturday. After a 6 AM to 12AM schedule M-F, I just completely fucking crash come Saturday. I fully intend on going back and doing yoga too when I finish school in July.
Most people start doing jiu-jitsu because of Joe Rogan. My answer got a laugh. ‘Yeah, I wanted to try something new. Also, I watched John Wick about a 100 times.’
Therapy-post ‘break-up’ I realized I needed help. I spent a month in February not being able to fall asleep (maybe 24 hours sleep in 3 weeks) before I finally got meds. About a million waking nightmares (holy shit that’s a thing). Constantly crying, particularly on the weekends without her, separation anxiety and just anxiety that did not go away at all: a constant weight. We had a Jim-and-Pam relationship at work, even when it was over—but once she started dating my friend’s roommate, she distanced herself more than ever and it was just fake as fuck. I was frustrated with not finding a job to not passing a test that I studied my ass for 3+ months for that would allow me to leave my job AND the girl. They threw in shit that was not on the study guide at all in the test. Blah. I punched a hole through my bedroom wall (like they do in the movies) and fucked up my hand a bit.
But yeah, I’m working on my confidence, following through with my goals, challenging myself, making adjustments, facing fears, getting over my anxiety, relationships. I’m proud of how, even without therapy, I handled the girl who was cold and distant: I was ALWAYS warm and welcoming, had a good attitude about it with her. It wasn’t a point of pride to be that way; I just was. If I was around her, the hurt just kind of all faded, however briefly. In the back of my head I wanted to light her the fuck up for how she was acting or NOT acting, but I just didn’t. But it’s hard. I am depressed all the time, but not nearly as overwhelming as I was. I’m really lonesome—and I want to reach out, but I don’t know to who a lot of the time. I feel left out and it’s hard to maintain relationships, but I am trying. It’s hard at 32 but people fade away. You think you’re wiser and more mature that it won’t happen, but it does. It’s just harder to make friends, I guess. I ruminate all the time and think too much. I’m trying to be mindful and in the moment. But I keep on thinking about all the things I’m NOT doing or the things I’m waiting for to happen. But there’s always going to be that. I am doing a LOT and the changes aren’t coming all at once. I like my therapist (I had one when I was in 5th grade and again when I was 19: I didn’t like them: finding a therapist that fits you is the biggest thing)
I realized a lot of the problems I had were patterns even going back to the heartbreak I felt at 18-20 when I was the worst mess I ever was. It wasn’t the girl who broke my heart, but it was me. I should have been better and stronger far before I met her. I wasn’t really living I don’t think. In some ways, I gave up and was sleepwalking through things. But everything I thought I was past just bubbled to the surface. And I had to get it right, something needed to change, and I needed help.
I withheld my problems from everybody because I didn’t want to be a burden. I especially did NOT want to be depressing but I think I became a burden for the girl who broke my heart. She had nothing to give and she was upset at me for talking to her at work and being cheerful, telling stories, or anything. Secretly, I was a mess and it was painful. In a way, I was denying myself and that made it worse.
Here’s the thing: I don’t think I’m that big of a mess. I might be lonely, but I got a good head, attitude, and people generally like me. I make people laugh easily and without trying. I got a lot going for me and I got support.
Tattoos -got the lighthouse tattoo I always wanted since I was 18. I didn’t believe a tattoo artist could carry out my idea. Liked the tattoo artist so much that I stretched it out into a full sleeve. I want to do more and have some ideas. We’ll see.
Other-new car; collecting board games; got tour posters and Pats memorabilia framed
WORST POLITICAL: the chaos that comes with Trump-Well, that hasn’t changed. I’ll hate the GOP/Republicans and that goes without saying. I have some small hope with people like Alexandra Ocasio-Cortez, but I don’t have any faith in the Democratic party at fucking all: they will rather work with Republicans than work with people who actually want to make an actual change. You kind of just realize how shitty a party they and Obama were and how they are bought/paid for and resistant to any meaningful change. We are fucked.
LOOK AHEAD TO 2019:
-finishing school in July and starting new career as electrician
-cousin’s wedding and going to Las Vegas for a bachelor party (I’m more psyched for the awesome house we are staying in than Vegas itself)
-Pats playoff run and possible end of Brady-Gronk: I’m not hopeful, but I’m going to enjoy my favorite Boston athletes of my lifetime. Couldn’t ask for anything more from them. I just wish Bill Belichick did a better job as a GM and not fucking up nearly every draft since 2006 besides 2010 and 2012. They’ve won 5, but feels like Belichick cost the Pats 3-5 more minimum. Every year you have Tom Brady, you’re in the AFC Championship or Super Bowl. Belichick and Patricia mailed in the Eagles Super Bowl on defense. WTF was that?
-doing jiu-jitsu, yoga, taking up swimming, continue following through on my gym program: my goal is to delay having a bad back as long as possible. I’m in the best shape of my life by far, so that’s good. I want to cut some of my gut weight out though: when I bend down to put on my work boots, I feel it.
-more tattoos?
-dating again (I am struggling so BADLY with online dating and need to work on having better pics: I can’t get a single match/date)
-looking at buying a condo or home. I’ve got about $100K saved up and just slowly collecting things in my apartment for the big transition. Still would like to see where I end up working. Ideally, I’d love to have a lake house somewhere decent and centralized.
BOOKS:
-Don Winslow wrapping up cartel/border trilogy
-new Gillian Flynn?!?
-Marlon James’ African Game of Thrones trilogy begins
-Stephen King
TV
1a) Desus and Mero returns 1b) Game of Thrones final season 2) Veep final season 3) Lovecraft Country 4) Watchmen 5) Stranger Things 6) Good Omens 7) Devs 8) Fosse/Verdon
NEW: City on a Hill; Deadwood movie; Star Wars; Veronica Mars
MUSIC
-Boston Callling
-new: 1975, Bruce Springsteen
MOVIES:
1) Once Upon a Time in Hollywood 2) John Wick III 3) Us Toy Story IV 4) Fast and Furious: Hobbs and Shaw
OTHER: Avengers; Captain Marvel; Glass; It 2; Joker; Lego Movie 2; Spiderman; Star Wars; Under the Silver Lake; Where’d You Go Bernadette; Zombieland 2
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Lutteo | kinda canon Best Friend’s Wedding AU
Well, hello! I’m here with chapter three, which is the last one... indeed. Well, there’s still an epilogue coming, maybe on monday (?), so we have still one thing more from this AU (and I’m thinking about a spin off with Simbar, so let me know if you want it.) Thanks to Bia @from-red-string for proofreading it, and to Mandy @deliverychicafresa for helping me with some her absolutely brillant ideas for this chapter.
This is 5.6k words filled with fluff, fangirling and sassiness (fresanness as well), so you have been warned.
CHAPTER 3 [other chapters]
Luna looks at her reflection in the mirror as she tries to put some makeup on to cover the purple marks that he has left on her neck, but there’s no way she could make it, no matter how much corrector she put on it, they were still showing. She growls with frustration and sighs. She isn’t giving up, she is just taking a well-deserved rest, as she has been trying to cover them for a while already. What could she do? Maybe ask Yam for some of her make-up, or Jim, or maybe both, but then she would have to tell the girls how she ended up with those marks, and as much as she adores them, there’s no way she would tell them what happened the night before between her and Matteo.
The remembrance makes her body shiver. His kisses, his hands running through her skin, his words in her ear, and his body pressed against hers. It felt like heaven, and even if she has been trying to deny it to herself, as she doesn’t want to put her hopes too high, it has been the best night of her life.
They need to talk, she knows that, he must be mad at her for leaving in the morning, but she freaked out and didn’t know what else to do. She is confused, not about her feelings for him, she knows them. Last night is the proof that, no matter how much time passes, she can never stop loving him. She is confused because what’s to come is uncertain, because they have two different lifestyles, and because they tried once to be together and it ended in the worst way possible. What if it happens again? There are so many things that could go wrong. They are not the same people they used to be years ago, so many things have changed in their lives, and they have changed with them. He could figure out he doesn’t like the person she is now, love couldn’t be enough after all, and that would break her heart.
A knock on the door takes her out from her thoughts, and she tells the person on the other side to come in, thinking it would be room service. But it’s not room service, it’s Ambar, who is wearing a very beautiful red dress she guesses is from the fashion company she works for, and looks even more perfect than she does in her daily life, like some kind of Greek goddess. That’s very unfair for minions like her, to be honest.
“Lunita, why are you still here? The girls are looking for you, Nina is getting ready, and the photographer wants you to be in the pictures from the roo– Oh my God, what’s that?” she interrupts herself and points at her neck. “Are those hickeys?” she asks, getting close to take a look at them, and Luna uses her hand to cover them. She doesn’t need everyone knowing about the events of the night before.
“What’s what?” she asks, playing innocent.
“Oh, stop the act!” Ambar takes her hand off from her neck. “Oh my God, who did these? No, wait… you don’t have to answer that. It was Balsano, right? I swear to God I will kill him, how could he leave you looking like this when there’s a wedding today?” She complains. “Couldn’t he keep it to himself? That guy speaks five languages and probably knows what self-control means in none of them.” Luna gets speechless.
“How do you…?” Ambar doesn’t let her finish.
“How do I know?” She rolls her eyes. “Luna, all that time I spent plotting against you (for which, you know, I’m sorry), I paid a lot of attention to everything you used to do, and when you were with the idiot you had this like different smile, one I haven’t seen in years, and that I’m looking at right now.” Luna blushes. “And, anyway, you two were totally eye-fucking at the dinner.” She swipes her hand in the air.
“We weren’t!” she’s shocked.
“You totally were,” Ambar laughs, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Now, what are we going to do with those? I guess you don’t want everybody knowing about your busy night with Matteo. And don’t try to tell me you didn’t do what I’m thinking, because you totally did, you have that I got laid aura around you.” She starts to peek at Luna’s makeup, and Luna decides that contradicting Ambar Smith in this matter would be a waste of time, so she doesn’t even try.
“At least, tell me you two idiots used protection, because it’s too soon for a mini-Matteo or a Mini-Luna running around, or both! God knows how Yam survives having twins.” Luna blushed from head to toes.
“We did! We are not that foolish,” she replied, appalled.
“That’s debatable, dear cousin,” Ambar mocks, and Instead of continuing the discussion, Luna takes her brush, and tries to continue her camouflage job. “Stop, Lunita… you will never cover those atrocities with that shitty makeup.” The blonde stops her and takes the brush from her hand. “I will need my makeup. We could go to my room so I don’t have to move it, but no… Simon must be there. Can you believe he overslept? I told him not to stay until too late with the guys last night, but he didn’t hear me, so now he is going to be late for the pictures. I better go there and bring some of my makeup, I believe my concealer will work, it’s really good to cover these things.” She stands up.
“You don’t have to do this,” Luna tries to stop her, she doesn’t want to bother anyone.
“Yes I have,” she takes a look at her neck and winces. “I really have to do it, you will thank me later,” she adds, as she leaves the room, and then comes back some minutes later, with the hugest box of makeup she has ever seen in her life.
“And this is some of your makeup?” she asks, perplexed.
“Yeah, there’s another box in my room, but that only has eyeshadows and other stuff we don’t need to cover those disastrous things.” She sits and starts, first cleaning the old makeup, and then applying the new one.
After a couple of minutes Luna sighs, there was one question that was running through her head.
“How do you make it work? You and Simon, I mean… with the distance.” She bites her lip.
“You are asking this because of your thing with Matteo, aren’t you?” Ambar asks, looking suspiciously at her with her big blue eyes. Luna nods. “To be honest, I don’t know how… but it works. You know I need to have control over everything around me, it’s something I’m working on, though, so it has been hard to just close my eyes and do a leap of faith with Simon. But it’s working, and it’s great.” She smiles, and Luna can see how in love she is. “I think that if you love and trust each other, distance won’t be a problem. Take Gastón and Nina as an example, they made it work when he moved to Oxford, and they are marrying today.” She suddenly winces. “Ugh, kill me now… I’m talking like Simon.” She shakes her head and Luna starts laughing.
Eventually, Ambar does it as well.
“But, we are not the same people we used to be when we were together, and we didn’t stay in contact like you and Simon did.” Luna speaks out her thoughts when they get to stop laughing. “What if we are so different that it just doesn’t work?” she asks.
“What if it actually works because of that?” The blond girl contradicts her. “I mean… you remember how it ended between you two? Because it was really bad, almost as bad as when Simon and I broke up back then. If you were the same now it wouldn’t work either, it would be a big shipwreck.” She shrugs. “Sometimes changes are good, Lunita, and you have nothing to worry about, he is still an idiot, that won’t change in a million of years.” She laughs.
Luna bites her lips, considering her words. She might be right.
“And this is finally done!” Ambar says then, with enthusiasm, and she looks at her reflection in the mirror, noticing that the purple marks are gone. She sighs, and turns to the other girl, giving her a hug as thanks. Ambar is the one who breaks the embrace, fixing her own hair, making it look like she didn’t get emotional. “Ok, so… take the bottle, keep it in your purse, and keep checking if the purple marks start showing again, so you can make a quick fix.” She gives her the concealer bottle. “But I believe it won’t be needed, this one is waterproof. Seriously, Lunita. I still don’t understand how you can use that cheap makeup, it’s terrible! I will send you a good package of our beauty line as soon as I get back to the office, I mean, after the trip to Maldives with… Oh, shit–.” She put her hand to cover her mouth.
“You are going to the Maldives with Simon? That’s your secret destination?” Luna jumped in her seat, excited for finally knowing the big secret. Ambar rolled her eyes.
“Please, don’t tell anyone that you know, much less to Simon. He’s excited about keeping it a secret.” She sighs, putting the rest of the makeup back to its place. “And go with Nina, the photographer must be going mental,” she rolls her eyes, and Luna smiles at her before leaving the room. Maldives, who would have guessed? She hopes the two of them enjoy their trip.
“You and Luna whaaaat?!” Gaston couldn’t hold his excitement, going around the room, jumping, and putting his hands over his mouth to avoid screaming. “Oh my God, Oh my God man… this is good, this is the best thing ever. Holy shit, this news is the best wedding gift, holy…! How did that happen? I mean, I don’t want details, or do I? No, no… no details, but tell me more, you idiot.” Matteo is looking at him, in complete shock.
“How do you want me to tell you shit if you call me idiot?” he asks.
“Oh, shut up and tell me how that miracle happened.” His friend goes back to pick up his silvery tie from the floor, where it fell after Matteo told him the events of the previous night. “I need more information, I had lost all my hopes with my ship, and now it looks like it finally sailed.” He is such a fanboy, Matteo thinks.
“I can’t shut up and talk at the same time, you know?” he teases, the smile on his face saying how amused he is at the moment, and how happy he feels about what happened.
“Then stop being an idiot and tell me,” he starts to do the knot, completely failing. “Oh, I had a list of puns ready for the occasion, and I forgot it in Buenos Aires!” Matteo walks to stand in front of him and helps him with his tie. What would this idiot do without him? Serious question.
“They are perfectly fine there, thanks. And there’s not much to tell, bro, so don’t get too excited,” he says, still working on the knot. “After I left you and the guys at the bar I went to my room, and because of your message to Nina she was at the door waiting for me to talk. So we went inside the room, we talked, and somehow it just happened.” He shrugs, he still can’t believe it actually happened.
“So I have some credit in this,” Gaston’s mischievous smile makes him want to punch him. If it wasn’t the day of his wedding, surely he would.
“Oh, shut up.” Matteo rolls his eyes, finishing his work with the tie. “Not a word about this to anyone, ok? I will kill you if this slips out of your mouth in front of someone else,” he goes and seeks for his own tie, as the groom puts on the vest and suit jacket.
“My future wife doesn’t count as one of those someone, right?” he looks at himself in the mirror. “I mean, I’m sure Luna already told her, and she could be the one to start the conversation, anyway.” Matteo rolls his eyes, but couldn’t find any argument to that.
“If that’s what you want to do in your wedding night, then you two are lame… very lame,” he mocks, and in that moment Ramiro and Simon entered the room, already wearing the groomsmen attire. Joking about the fact they both weren’t ready yet, and talking about the photographs they would go to do before the ceremony.
That, of course, makes the conversation get to an end, giving Matteo some moments to get ready, and to make sure there isn’t anything out of place. He’s still kind of tired, the events of the night before didn’t let him have much time for rest, but he is lucky: there aren’t any bags under his eyes, and he doesn’t look like some kind of zombie either. The huge smile he has after thinking in Luna helps as well. He really needs to see her again, though, make sure everything’s fine.
“Hey, bro… do you have a minute?” Simon’s voice takes him out from his thoughts, and he nods. “See, you know we are going to play at the party, but Nico’s flight got canceled and he can’t make it, and we really need someone else.” He rubs his nape. “With Pedro, we thought about asking you if you could play with us. I mean, I don’t know if you play the bass, but I can do it… so you would play the guitar, and–.” Matteo interrupts him.
“First of all, I can play the bass, so you don’t need to leave your dear guitar,” he informs him. “And second, I will play with you, guitarist, you don’t need to beg. Unless you were planning to get on one knee and stuff, then who I am to stop you?” he teases.
“Are you telling me that you are going to play with us? For real? You're not going to ask for anything in return?” he looks surprised that he accepted so easily, and that makes Matteo laugh.
“Yes, I will,” he pats his shoulder. “It’s my best friend wedding, of course, I will do anything to make it great. Besides, the band can’t be incomplete, that would be shameful, and considering that you are now in my label I can’t afford you making a fool of yourselves.” He shrugs. “And, how could I deny you the honor of playing with me?” Simon frowns. “I’m kidding.” He says, and they both smile at each other, all past fights are forgotten.
Luna’s gaze meets Matteo, and she feels like her heart has skipped a beat, or maybe two. He looks back at her, the smile on his face telling her he is not mad at her for leaving, or at least that’s what she hopes. He is busy talking with Gaston’s parents, and that gives her some time to put herself together before he is able to excuse himself and walk towards her.
The ceremony is almost beginning. The guests are already sitting in their places, the priest is located in the altar, which looks like the scenery of a winter fairytale, and they just have to wait a couple of minutes until Mora appears and tells everyone that they can start with the wedding march, as the stylist was still finishing up Nina’s hair.
“You look gorgeous, Chica Delivery,” he says, as he approaches her. His voice sends shivers all over her body, and she has to do use of all her willpower to not throw herself at him and kiss his lips, because he looks really good in that suit, and her mind only thinks about the fact she knows how good he would look without it.
“And you are looking very handsome, Chico Fresa,” she answers, feeling her own cheeks turning red. His smile gets wider and then he gets a step closer, as if he is about to tell her a secret.
“You left this morning,” he whispers. “Why?” his hand reaches hers, but he doesn’t grab it, he just caresses the back of it with one of his fingers, and that sole contact makes her whole body increase its temperature.
“Can we talk about it later?” she asks, looking around, noticing that some heads have turned to look at them. Gaston’s especially. The guy is looking at them as expecting them to have a full make out session there, in that exact moment, in front of everyone. “It’s not the right moment,” she adds, looking at Matteo’s confused expression.
He nods, after looking around.
“You’re right,” he says, sending a murderous look at his best friend.
Luna guesses the groom knows what happened, why wouldn’t he? She has told Nina about it as well, mostly because the bride asked her to tell her everything about last night as soon as she saw her, and because they were lucky enough to be alone. Her best friend was overly enthusiastic about it, even if it slipped from her lips that Ambar had learned about it first, letting her know her discomfort threatening with taking away her best friend’s benefits if something like that ever happens again. She reassured her that it wouldn’t, that the only reason the other girl knew first was for catching her in the middle of her hickey’s crisis, and that she was planning to tell her as soon as she saw her. That seemed to calm her best friend down, that and the fact she promised to give her further information later.
They stay silent for almost a minute.
“You know how hard it has been to hide the hickeys?” she asks then, because apparently she can’t stand the silence when he is next to her, making him put one of his best Chico Fresa smiles on his face, as he looked down at her neck. “What were you thinking when you made them?” she complains.
“To be honest, I believe I wasn’t thinking,” he replies after a couple of seconds, that stupid smile still there. “But, for the record, I didn’t hear any complaints from you as I was making them. In fact, if my memory doesn’t fail and I remember it correctly, you were even pledging for more.” She suddenly starts coughing, and he first laughs, but then goes and rubs her back with his hand, trying to help her, or simply taking advantage of having an excuse to touch her. Maybe both. She sees, by the corner of her eye, that Simon is on his way there to try help, but Gaston gets on her best friend’s way, telling him something she doesn’t get to hear, and dragging him to talk with his parents.
She shouldn’t feel as relieved, but she does.
When she finally gets to stop coughing she looks around with embarrassment, her cheeks turning very red, as even Gaston’s parents are curiously looking at her. Luckily enough, they are in some kind of living room, and there’s a glass door and some meters of distance that separates them from the place in the gardens where the ceremony would take place, so only the ones inside there saw her almost choking to death. She looks up at Matteo, who still has his hand on her back, and now is looking at her with concern.
“Are you okay, Chica Delivery?” he asks, and her heart skips a beat as every time he uses that nickname. “Do you want me to fetch some water?” he continues, and she shakes her head as a response.
“I’m fine,” she replies, taking a deep breath. “This is why we shouldn’t talk in this exact moment about this topic in particular.” He catches the meaning of her words immediately, and that devilish smiles she adores is back in his face.
“Yeah, we don’t want you having another coughing attack right before our best friend’s wedding, do we?” he raises one of his eyebrows. “But there’s only one thing I need to know: is everything okay? I mean, between us.” The deep brown of his eyes meet her gaze, letting her know that this is an important question, but she doesn’t have the answer, not yet, so she shrugs.
“I guess we will know when we get to talk,” she says, and he nods.
She bites her lip looking at him, and he looks back at her with such intensity that everything around them seems to be just not enough to catch her attention. It feels like time hasn’t passed. For a second she sees them together again in the lockers room at the Jam & Roller, he hiding her skate, they joking about a princess and her prince charming finding their true love because of the size of the skates. She wants to raise her hand and touch his face, and him to bend down a little so she could bring their lips together, but she knows that’s not the place, nor the moment, so she just sights and smiles. He smiles back at her.
“Ok, guys.” Mora appears out of nowhere, and they synchronously look at her. “The bride is ready, is time to start the show.” Ana comes with her, and she seems to be cleaning tears from under her eyes, so both women go with Gaston’s father to find their seats.
The music starts playing, and Luna smiles when she recognizes it. It’s a slow piano version of the song the couple sang together in an open, years ago, when they all used to go to the Jam & Roller. The first ones to walk down the aisle are Gaston with her mother, followed by Jim with Simon, and Yam with Ramiro. When it’s their turn Luna grabs Matteo’s arm and takes a deep breath. She doesn’t want to recognize this out loud, but she is nervous, what if she trips and falls? It wouldn’t be surprising, as her clumsiness hasn’t diminished a bit. He seems to notice it, and put his other hand on top of hers.
“Don’t worry, Chica Delivery, I won’t let you fall.” He promises. “I’ve always been there to keep you safe, remember?” he smiles down at her, and she smiles back at him, before nodding and starting their way down the aisle.
It goes faster than she thought, they get to the altar in no time, and she doesn’t even trip once. Holding his arm gives her a sense of security that she had felt only years ago, when they used to skate together and do those tricks where he lifted her in his arms. Walking next to him is easier than breathing. The music starts again as she gets to her place on the altar next to Jim and Yam, and her sight meets her best friend as she walks down the aisle with her father, the latest looking like he is holding his tears, and she herself feels like holding her own. Nina looks gorgeous, as if she were the princess of a fairy tale, attracting the eyes of all attendees. Luna looks to the side, to the groom, and a smile is brought to her lips as she sees the emotions in his face.
Her eyes then meet Matteo’s gaze, who is looking at her instead to the bride, and something in the way he is looking at her makes her blush and look down to the soil.
The ceremony was beautiful, one of the sweetest and most emotional weddings of those she has ever attended, and with her mother's catering business she has attended several of these. Nina and Gaston had written their own vows, and they were so poetic and tender she was crying in no time, just like all the guests. The party is being more than fun, everybody is jumping and dancing around, and maybe she has made a joke of herself dragging all the people she crossed paths with to the dance floor, but she doesn’t care. The band’s performance was the best part of it, she was surprised to see Matteo go to the stage with the guys, as it was something she thought wasn’t possible. It was nice to see him there, enjoying what he loves, having fun with the other guys, while playing old school songs they used to perform in the Jam & Roller’s stage.
When the performance finishes the guys end up surrounded by guests, who were asking them for pictures and greetings, making it impossible for them to just go back to their seats. She laughs when their eyes meet again, there’s a girl from Gaston’s workplace who’s practically fangirling in front of Matteo, almost fainting, and he looks like he wishes he could just get rid of said situation, but the girl doesn’t seem to catch it. Luna empties her glass and puts in in the closest table before walking towards them, taking Matteo by surprise by taking his arm, as she smiles at the girl.
“Hope you don’t mind if I steal this guy from you,” she tells the girl, “he promised me a dance.” No, he hasn’t, but she was sure he wasn’t going to contradict her. He doesn’t, and a minute later they are walking towards the dancefloor.
“I should hire you as my bodyguard,” he says, making her spin.
“You won’t say the same when you see the cost of my fees,” she teases, as she puts her hands on his shoulders, and they start dancing to the rhythm of the music.
“I’m sure it will be worth,” he replies, as he puts his hands on her back and pulls her closer.
They get into the music, slow dancing, lost in their very own small universe. She hides her face in his chest, getting drunk by the smell of his cologne, he absently draws circles on her back with his fingertips, making her shiver. But then, the music changes, and he curses under his breath. Luna looks up at him, as she doesn’t understand why the change in his mood, but then she pays attention to the lyrics of the song.
«Fly me to the moon, let me play among stars, let me see what’s spring is like on Jupiter and Mars. In other words, hold my hand, in other words, baby kiss me...»
She misses a step and almost stumbles.
Both of them look directly at the newlyweds’ table, finding an almost dying of laughter Nina, and a very proud of himself Gaston, who is raising his glass in their direction. Luna gets red, again, thinking about various ways of murdering the groom without getting imprisoned. And for the look in Matteo’s eyes, she is sure he is thinking just the same.
“I believe this is our call to leave the dancefloor,” he tells her. “We have a pending talk.” She looks up at him and nods, taking his hand as he guides them out from the hall, not caring if everyone was watching them leave.
They found a nice place to sit in the gardens, as far as possible from the place of the party so no one could interrupt them. It was cold, but the time of the year gave them the certainty that they would only see snow at the top of the distant mountains, but just in case he puts his arm on her shoulders and brings her closer. She rests her head on his shoulder, and takes a deep breath.
“So,” he starts talking. “Why did you leave this morning?”
“Because I got scared,” she admits.
“Of what?” he asks, after a while, letting she know he was afraid of the answer for that question. That’s something she has got to learn about him: he seems like a very confident guy, but he isn’t, he is very insecure when it comes to his true feelings.
“Of it being a mistake,” is the answer she gets to give him, and he tenses.
“You think it was a mistake…” it wasn’t a question.
“I do,” she replies, and he winces as a hurt creature, before trying to stand up from the bench. She stops him. “It was a mistake because it was impulsive,” she explains him. “Because we did it without having a proper conversation, without really knowing the older version of each other… we have changed so much, Matteo, we are not the same two children that used to go skate in the Jam & Roller. It was a mistake because we let our feelings lead our actions, and didn’t think about the consequences of them, or what we are going to do since today.” She turns around and takes his face in her hands, making him look at her eyes. “But it was a beautiful mistake, and I don’t regret it, I would never…” she needs him to understand it, more than anything.
He raises one of his hand, caressing her cheek.
“Last night I told you this, and I say it again: I love you, Luna. Time hasn’t changed it a bit, if so it has made it stronger. We are different people now, I know that, but if there is one thing I'm sure about, it's that I'm going to love every version of you,” he smiles down at her. “And, you know why?” she shakes her head, hypnotized by his voice. “Because it’s you, it’s always been you.” She feels tears coming out from her eyes.
“I love you too, Matteo,” she replies with a shaky voice, her emotions taking over her. “But I’m scared. Last time it went so wrong, we hurt each other very badly, and thinking about it happening again, I just…” her voice breaks and he puts their foreheads together.
“It won’t happen,” he whispers. “I did a lot of stupid things back then, but I learned from them, and I won’t lose you… not again, Luna.” He reassures her, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. “Let me prove you that we can be together, give me one chance to do that.”
She sighs.
“And the distance? Our busy lives?” she has to ask.
“Once you told me that there’s no distance that could change what you feel for me,” He reminds her. “We can make it work, we just have to go on with it and enjoy every moment we are together, and someday distance, or our crazy lives, won’t be a problem anymore, and everything will be fine.” He smiles “And I know it won’t be easy, but I’m sure as hell that I want to take the risk, that I want to be with you.” She puts her hands over his.
“I want to be with you too, Matteo,” she whispers, and then he slowly kisses her, letting her know with actions what words cannot express.
He slowly wakes up when he feels something tickling his cheek and his nose, something that’s very soft and smells really good, something that could only be Luna’s hair. He smiles, still with his eyes shut, putting his arm around her waist.
“You know I still have a lot of sleep hours to recover, right?” he asks, and she giggles.
“Don’t be so grumpy, Chico Fresa. Our flights back to reality are tonight, and I’m not wasting any minute of the time we can spend together.” She kisses the tip of his nose. “I’ve been thinking about going to get breakfast, then book a ski trip to the mountain, or maybe going for a hike, there are very beautiful places around here that we can go and meet together.” She seems excited about doing these things, whilst he just wants to spend the rest of the day in bed.
“I have a better idea,” he tells her, slowly opening his eyes. “We can call for room service, have breakfast together in this amazing hotel bed, and just enjoy each other’s company in between this four walls for the rest of the day, until the inevitable moment we have to go to the airport.” He smirks.
“Don’t be so boring!” she complains.
“Believe me, Chica Delivery, nothing that I intend to do with you in this bed all day long can be considered boring.” He replies with his most Fresa tone, and she blushes. He laughs at her reaction. “Breathe, Luna.” He reminds her.
“Oh, shut up!” she throws a pillow at him, and then picks up his shirt from the floor and walks to the bathroom, putting it on. “We can call room service for breakfast, I give you that,” she leans against the door frame, looking at him with an amused expression. “But then, we have to go for a walk, even if it’s only around the hotel. We have to say goodbye to our friends.” She crosses her arms. “Got it, Mr. Balsano?” she asks, and he sits up on the bed, looking at her with one of the most devilish smiles she has ever seen.
“Got it, Miss Valente,” he replies. “Or should it be Miss Benson instead?” he raises one of his eyebrows, questioning her. They never really got to talk about it, and he knows they would, eventually.
“Both work,” she shrugs. “And now, could you stop questioning about my current last name, and join me for a shower? I think I will need an extra hand to reach my back.” His smile grows bigger as he stands.
“Your wish is my command, love,” he replies, hurrying to follow her into the bathroom, both laughing as he closes the door behind him.
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Elimination Chamber preview
Roman Reigns vs. John Cena vs. Braun Strowman vs. Seth Rollins vs. Finn Balor vs. The Miz vs. Elias - This match will be held within the elimination chamber, a large cage composed of heavy chains stretched across a steel frame surrounding the ringside area. The winner will challenge Brock Lesnar for the universal championship at Wrestlemania XXXIV.
Normally this is a timed gauntlet elimination match, where two wrestlers start and everyone else enters at five minute intervals. Eliminations can occur at any time by pinfall or submission, but the match can’t end until everyone has entered. The last participant who is not eliminated is the winner. The chamber structure comes into play in that everyone is locked inside until they are eliminated; everybody but the two starters are locked inside four “pods” until they are allowed to enter the match. That assumes there’ll be six participants, but this time we have seven, and WWE has not explained how that will affect the rules.
The order of entry is notionally random, and revealed only during the course of the match. Occasionally, though, the order is affected by matches held before the show; in this case, Elias gets to enter last while the Miz is forced to start. Theoretically, it’s possible for many eliminations to occur before the last person even enters, which would be a gigantic advantage, although I can’t remember it ever really helping that much.
Rollins is probably going to be the sentimental favorite. Originally he wasn’t supposed to be in this match, and was slated for something with Jason Jordan at Mania, but Jordan needed neck surgery. So Rollins made an impassioned plea about how he doesn’t want to miss Wrestlemania again (like he did in 2016), and now we have seven guys in the match. Then the 2/19 Raw featured all seven men in a gauntlet match, and Rollins wrestled for over an hour to beat both Cena and Reigns. That doesn’t mean Seth is going to win here, but I expect a lot of people will be disappointed if he doesn’t.
Balor is probably the best choice for a dark horse. Miz and Strowman are expected to face each other at Mania, so I’d look for Braun to do some crazy power moves, get fucked over by Miz, and then chase Miz out of the building. You’d think Cena should be a favorite, but they seem to be doing a thing where he’s increasingly concerned that he won’t even get a Mania match, and the best way to advance that story would be an unexpectedly bad loss. As for Elias, I will personally be surprised if he does anything but bring his chair and guitar into the chamber and do his shtick.
It’s been widely believed for nearly a year that Roman Reigns is facing Lesnar at Wrestlemania, so this match would seem to be a formality. On the other hand, there have times when the build to a Reigns title win (or a long title reign) appeared “inevitable” and then suddenly collapsed. A swerve where Reigns loses here (and perhaps has to get added to the Lesnar match for a three-way) is at least possible. But not very likely.
Alexa Bliss vs. Sasha Banks vs. Bayley vs. Mickie James vs. Sonya Deville vs. Mandy Rose - Bliss is defending the Raw women’s championship in the first-ever women’s elimination chamber match. The winner is expected to be the defending champion at Wrestlemania. The big angles in this one are that Banks and Bayley have been friends but may not be able to get along; James and Bliss have been enemies but may be able to get along; and Rose and Deville are members of the same stable and are expected to get along.
The problem with chamber matches where a title is at stake is that they always fall flat with me. Either the champion defies the odds and retains, which makes me think “well what was the point of that?” or somebody that is not and will not be feuding with the champion wins the belt, which makes me think “well that was totally random.” In this case I can’t shake the feeling that this match is designed to make you think Bliss is finally going to get her comeuppance, and then she’ll find a way to win anyway and smirk at everybody. And its like, that’s wrestling for you, and it’s not a bad idea. But it doesn’t excite me, and I feel like it’s going to cause a lot of grumbling Monday morning.
Asuka vs. Nia Jax - Asuka won the Royal Rumble to earn her choice of a title match against either the Raw or Smackdown women’s champion at Wrestlemania, but she hasn’t declared her intentions yet. Raw general manager Kurt Angle decided that if Jax wins this match, Jax will be in the Raw women’s championship match at Mania no matter what Asuka decides to do.
So the winner of the women’s chamber match could end up in a three-way against both Asuka and Jax. Or Asuka could win this match and choose to challenge the Smackdown women’s champion, so that there would be no top challenger for the Raw title. At least, that’s how I understand it. WWE hasn’t been very clear about any of this.
It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world for Jax to break Asuka’s winning streak now, to get it over with, and then you’ve got two pretty good world-beaters instead of one god-tier world-beater. But I don’t expect that to happen. Asuka wins, and we get a whole year of people whining about something expect Ronda Rousey to potentially do someday.
Matt Hardy vs. Bray Wyatt - OK, so in 2016 Matt developed this “Broken Matt Hardy” gimmick in TNA, and at one point he and Bray Wyatt were bickering on Twitter about whether it was a knockoff of Wyatt’s “folksy gibberish” gimmick. Then when Matt left TNA was an ownership dispute so he couldn’t use it when he returned to WWE last year. Then for months he kept teasing that he’d almost worked out the legal issues to bring the character back. And finally, after losing a match to Bray, Matt “snapped” and became “Woken Matt Hardy,” and it looked like everyone was going to get the crazy stupid high-concept feud they always wanted. Of course, that was November 27, the only pay-per-view action we’ve seen with these two has been a couple of minutes in the Royal Rumble.
So far the “Woken Matt Hardy” gimmick has been a letdown. To put this into perspective, Broken Matt was boxing kangaroos and baptizing people in his lake of reincarnation and filming mini-movies with his aerial assault robots. Woken Matt just laughs and says “yaaasss” a lot. If WWE is serious about doing this shit right, you’d figure they’re rolling it out slowly, to get to the real wacky stuff around Wrestlemania. But that assumes WWE was ever serious about doing this shit right, whereas I always assumed WWE just wanted to keep other promotions from doing it. Either way, I think this match will only be a place-setter for some more high-profile rematch later. So both guys are going to be saving these best kooky weirdness for later. Bray should probably win to set up motivation for Matt to step up his game.
Cesaro & Sheamus vs. Titus O’Neil & Apollo - Titus Worldwide beat Shesaro in a non-title match, so now they’re challenging for the Raw tag team championship. On paper I can’t see a title change happening, but Sheamus has got some serious neck issues and WWE desperately needs to liven up the tag division so he and Cesaro don’t have to carry so much of the load. I’m always pulling for Titus and Apollo, but experience suggests I shouldn’t get my hopes up.
Luke Gallows & Karl Anderson vs. Bo Dallas & Curtis Axel - This is set for the pre-show. Curiously, Gallows was just saying that the Young Bucks owe it to themselves to come to WWE someday, because it’s “a worldwide platform and you can’t beat that. Which is funny because I think Gallows and Anderson are at least as good as the Bucks, but here they are stuck in the pre-show because creative has nothing for them, while the Bucks are key figures in the big Kenny Omega vs. Cody Rhodes saga. Point is, Luke and Karl are horribly underutilized and I kind of wish they would get the hell out of this company. At least they have a 100% chance of wining this match, so there’s that.
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The sex date. page 7.
there's messages saying “one last time to give you a real goodbye” and other dirty texts that made me want to throw up as well as kill someone. she says she had to prove to me that she was telling the truth and that he was lying. he’s never going to change. I get off work he's in his usual position.. on the couch doing absolutely nothing. I walk in mad as hell.. and say what the fuck is this. I show him everything...he goes that’s fake... uhm fake? he says yea... I have her blocked on my phone...I text mandy saying this,.. she shows me the contact info..its his number..she then shows me that now when she texts him the texts aren't going through. so I call her. I put her on speaker. she goes at him full blast asking why he's doing this to me. he grabs his stuff and leaves. he doesn't say anything he just walks out. I'm thinking good...he’s gone.
I spoke too soon. I forgot to get my key back...he texts me later asking if we can talk..telling me how sorry he was and how he wasn't actually ever going to go through with it... he says he knew she was setting him up.. “you really think I'm stupid enough to set a sex date up at your apartment while you’re at work with the the girl I know you’ve been talking to?”
uhm yes. yes I do. you really are that stupid. but so am i. out of everyone I'm the dumbest of all. I forgot he has my key he comes to bring it back and I know I shouldn’t have let him in, I knew he’d just weasel his way back in.. and guess what? he does.
the a few days later..im off that Friday..we go to “his”house to grab some clothes. he goes inside.. I'm in the car waiting and I get a voicemail from an unknown number...its mandy...she says “hey, it’s me. I need you to call me.. I have to tell you something.. I feel really bad.” I call her.. she tells me that her and billy the other day (after the sex date plan) got together while she was on her lunch break and fucked in her car. I literally say what the fuck, why would you do that when you've tried everything you can to get me away from him. is this your way of pushing me away to get back with him? I hang up. she texts me telling me that ever since I messaged her asking for help they've been texting... to check his phone for the name “Jake.” tells me I've done nothing but ruin both their lives and they belong together....OH SO NOW I’M THE BAD GUY? she tells me to leave her the fuck alone and to never talk to her again.
billy comes back to the car. I ask to see his phone and to see the Jake contact...he refuses to show me. we sit in silence as we go pick his son up from school..its a joyous(sarcasm) ride.. I have tears rolling down my face, silently sobbing as his son tells us what he learned that day..billy acts like nothing has happened and tries to include me in conversation,..again conveniently getting out of trouble. we’re at my apartment.. kid goes in my room to play fortnite.. billy and I get into a massive fight.. he throws a phone screams at me. blah blah blah.i run and shut myself in the bathroom because he's getting more and more aggressive.
that Friday I met him and his friend at that bar after they went to a funeral... we had fun until billy got drunk, he got mad at me per usual.. we went home.. he called me a whore for making a joke that his friend has a better wink... grabbed my wrists and pushed me and told me to get away from him..
his son spends the weekend with us..sunday comes.it’s st Patricks day.. I play soccer on Sundays. he says he’s taking his kid to so they both can get their haircut..I ask who is cutting their hair, he says a buddies ex... he’ll be back before the game.... he takes my car(says there’s a truck blocking his car), .okay great...comes back.. hair is actually cut so for once he wasn’t lying. or so I thought. after my soccer game we go to the bar...had a great evening. talked things out and things seemed good. HA YEAH RIGHT.
Monday evening billy says his kid is staying with us.. his ex is going out...but he has a meeting with the boss of this new job of his and asks me to look after him until he comes home...says he won't be late... we’ve heard that before! his kid is online talking to his mom while she's out, she's pissed asking where billy is and why I'm watching him.. kid goes to bed and through out the night has come into my room multiple times asking where his dad is. 4 am rolls around... I have to get up for work soon.. but still no sign of dad. I call into work because I can't exactly leave him alone.. just then billy comes strolling in hugs me and says I'm so sorry. my phone died. I was in Dayton and there was a dui stop because of st Patricks day weekend...uhm its Monday bro. I'm exhausted, I feel sick where I've barely eaten or slept with everything going on lately. good thing I called off work because I slept all damn day...
billy tells me the chick who cut his hair offered to get him a bartending gig at the little bar next to the salon on Tuesday night while he's waiting on the check from his “new job”.. and Tuesday is when I finally decided I had had enough.
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RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people
thank you @thefonzeis and @sethmacsexy20 for tagging me.
THE LAST:
1. Drink: Coffee
2. Phone call: My mum
3. Text Message: Boss
4. Song you listened to: Tribute by Tenacious D
5. Time you cried: about 2 weeks ago
6. Dated someone twice: Hell no
7. Kissed someone and regretted it: No
8. Been cheated on: no
9. Lost someone special: yes, a few
10. Been depressed: yes
11. Gotten drunk and throwing up: Yes, great times were had to get to that point!
LIST THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS:
12. Green
13. Blue
14. Yellow
IN THE LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU:
15. Made new friends: Yes
16. Fallen out of love: No
17. Laughed until you cried: Yes (Many thanks to nicknchris09!)
18. Found out someone was talking about you: Yes
19. Met someone who changed you: Yes
20. Found out who your friends are: knew that like 10yrs ago!
21. Kissed someone on your facebook list: Yes
GENERAL:
22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Almost all
23. Do you have any pets: 4 Dogs, cat, horse and a yabby
24. Do you want to change your name: No
25. What did you do for your last birthday: worked
26. What time did you wake up: 7:30am
27: What were you doing at midnight last night: Writing
28. Name something you can’t wait for: To get a stable job, hopefully my new one works out that way, past few months have been terrible.
29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Monday
30. Favourite food: Garlic bread w bacon and cheese smothered in aoili
31. What are you listening to right now: Some kids song my daughter likes 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yes, best bloke ever
33. Something that is getting on your nerves: People that are passing in my pockets.
34. Most visited websites: tumblr, Facebook.
35- Background: Seth
36- What are you wearing right now: lots of layers, its fucking cold
37- Hobby: Writing, horse riding
38: Hair color: dark brown
39. Long or short hair: Long
40. Do you have a crush on someone: No
41. What do you like about yourself: I don’t put up with shit, not a lot offends me
42. Piercings: Ears and eyebrow
43. Blood type: B+
44. Nickname: Mandy
45. Relationship status: married
46. Zodiac: Cancer
47. Pronouns: WTF kind of question is this?
48. Favourite TV show: Family Guy, Suits, weeds, house
49. Tattoos: 3
50. Right or left-handed: Right-handed
51. Surgery: 3
52. Scent? Strawberry
53. Sport: Soccer, horse riding
54. Vacation: Gold coast
MORE GENERAL:
57. Eating: Lucky to have one meal a day
58. Drinking: coffee
59. I’m about to: get ready
61. Waiting for: Can't think of anything
62. Want: a lot of things
63. Get married: Already married
64. Career: I would have loved to be a vet.
WHICH IS BETTER:
65. Hug or kisses: hugs
66. Lips or eyes: Eyes
67. Shorter or taller: Taller
68. Older or younger: older
69. Children or no children? Have 1
70. Nice arms or nice stomach: I like both
72. Hook up or relationship: both have advantages
73. Troublemaker or hesitant: neither
HAVE YOU EVER:
74. Kissed a stranger: Yes
75. Drank hard liquor: yes
76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Yes
77. Turned someone down: Yes
78. Sex on the first date: I have before
79. Broken someone’s heart: yes
80. Had your heart broken: yes
81. Been arrested: No
82. Cried when someone died: Yes
83. Fallen for a friend: no
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
84. Yourself: I spoze
85. Miracles: Yes (I have my reasons)
86. Love at first sight: Yes
87. Santa Claus: no
88. Kiss on the first date: yes
89. Angels: Yes (I have my reasons again)
OTHER:
90. Current best friend’s name: Laura
91. Eye colour: Hazel
92. Favourite movie: Empire records, Billy Madison
I tag @nicknchris09 @lady-never-mind @carwoodbury @tinysam91 @multiglory18 @kazyjay40
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Lost Lullabies - Chapter Fifteen
Description: Mickey Milkovich, former child star turned action movie star, runs into his old co-star, Ian Gallagher, out on the street in the middle of a winter night. When Mickey takes him in, he doesn’t realize that Ian has the power to completely turn his new life upside down.
Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15
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Mickey woke stretched across the bed, taking up too much space to believe Ian was anywhere on the mattress. He lifted his head and was greeted with a pounding, slicing headache that made him press his face into the pillow and groan. Last night was clear in his memory – blackout drunk was not something the Milkoviches did – and besides, he didn’t want to forget any of it.
“Ian,” he mumbled into the pillow. Then, a second later when there was no response, a little louder but still into the pillow, “Ian?”
“Morning.” Ian plopped a kiss on top of Mickey’s head. His voice was much too cheery for how early in the morning it had to be based on the angle the sun was coming in the window at.
“You ever fucking sleep?” Mickey asked.
“Sure.”
“Really?” Mickey forced himself to roll over, even though it made his brain rattle against his skull. He opened one eye to peek at Ian as he paced the room, first shifting through papers on the desk and then looking for something in the closet and then back to the desk. “Because you didn’t fall asleep when I did and you’re not in bed now and you were up at three in the morning when I went to take a piss.”
Ian flashed him a distracted smile as he went back to the closet. “I can function on very little sleep.”
“What’s in there?”
“Just some junk I bought.” Ian slammed the closet doors shut – which was a feat of strength, really – and then focussed his attention on Mickey. “You okay? There’s water and Advil on the table.”
Mickey glanced over at it. “Got any alcohol?”
Ian stared at him.
“What?”
“Promise you won’t be mad?”
“Why would I be mad?”
Ian walked over to the dresser and pulled open the bottom drawer. He pulled out a bottle of vodka big enough to keep Russia going through the winter and walked over to hand it to Mickey. Mickey felt its weight in his hand, saw the liquid slosh in the mostly empty space. But he kept his lips pursed right up until he took a swig. Once he capped the bottle, he said, “Thought the movie was doing drug tests.”
Ian shrugged. “They don’t care about alcohol.”
“Oh, and it’s alcohol that’s been keeping you up all night?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Mickey grabbed Ian by the wrist before he could walk away. He fixed him with his most serious face – something that was hard to do when he was hungover, dressed in last night’s clothes, and at least two feet shorter sitting on the bed than Ian was standing. “Come on,” Mickey said. “Don’t fucking lie to me. Every day this week when I’ve come to pick you up, the front desk has said you’ve been out since six in the morning. Running. I don’t know what the fuck you’ve got in that closet, but you can’t tell me that’s fucking normal.”
Mickey shook his head. “Ian, I didn’t wanna see it. But you’re jittery on set, you’re in and out of daydreams, you’re talking too fast for the mics to fucking hear you—”
“I’m not high, Mick.” Ian ripped his hand away from Mickey.
“Give me another fucking explanation then.”
Ian glared at him. “Unless this is your twisted version of foreplay, then—”
“Get out?” Mickey finished. He stood in the small space between Ian and the edge of the bed, legs unsteady because his knees couldn’t fully unbend. Even four inches shorter, Mickey could look fucking intimidating if he wanted to. “You’d have to make me.”
Ian shoved him and he fell back on the bed hard. A second later, Ian had crawled on top of him, fire burning in his green eyes. “The movie does fucking drug tests, once a week like clockwork, and that shit doesn’t come out in just a few days.” Ian lowered his hips onto Mickey’s and rolled them. “So you can either believe me and make good on what you promised me last night, or get the fuck out.”
Mickey licked his lips. Part of him wanted to keep pushing Ian on it, because he knew what coked-up looked like and this was worse. But a lot of his blood was rushing out of his brain at the moment and he couldn’t argue the facts. Ian had been drug-tested on Monday and even if he had decided that, hey, it was the last drug test in a while and he might as well blow all the money he’d earned so far, he wouldn’t have gotten completely out of control so fast.
Mickey rose off the bed and smashed their lips together, getting a lot of tongue and teeth before Ian gripped the back of his neck and forced the kiss to slow. Ian lowered Mickey back onto the bed slowly, his lips moving evenly, his hand moving down to tickle over his collarbone and stretch the collar of Mickey’s t-shirt.
Mickey tried to mumble something into Ian’s mouth, but it got lost in the kiss and quite frankly Mickey didn’t know if his brain was up to forming coherent sentences. He got a hand in Ian’s hair and pulled him closer, wanting to feel and taste every inch of him.
Mickey knew that as much as he’d like to take it slow, as much as he’d like to drag it out and keep the foreplay going for hours, he had to pick up Mandy from the airport in a couple of hours. Not to mention that Ian was half hard and had been waiting to do this for ten fucking years. If Mickey wasn’t lying to himself, he’d admit that that was how long he’d been waiting for it too.
He pulled off Ian’s shirt and unlatched their mouths to leave small red marks down the length of his neck. Ian responded in kind, got his hands under the fabric of Mickey’s t-shirt and then dipped his head down to kiss his stomach. He wasted no time going down, his tongue swiping under the hem of Mickey’s already half-undone jeans.
Ian yanked his pants off – boxers and all – and almost pulled Mickey right off the bed. He kept him on the mattress with a hand on his hip and a second later his lips were suckling the head of Mickey’s dick.
“Fuck,” Mickey breathed out.
Ian didn’t take him into his mouth. Instead, he laid kisses down the underside of Mickey’s dick and hiked up his hips. His lips grazed Mickey’s butt cheeks and teeth bit in to his flesh. He licked down the crack before stretching Mickey’s ass apart with gentle hands and diving in. His tongue teased the rim of his hole before dipping in without warning.
Mickey lost the ability to form words as Ian’s tongue curled inside of him. He was reduced to moans and groans and little pleas that sounded more like whimpers. The whole bed rumbled from Ian’s rutting against the edge of the mattress.
“Hurry,” Mickey managed. He put a hand over his eyes to pretend that fucking while having a massive hangover was anywhere near a good idea.
Ian was off him a moment later and Mickey braced himself for history to repeat itself – Ian pushing him off the bed, laughing at him, telling him he wasn’t ready when he was, he was, he was. But before Mickey could even prop himself up to see what Ian was doing, there was a hand fondling his balls and lips nipping at his hips.
“Scared me there,” Mickey mumbled.
“Don’t worry,” Ian said. “I’m gonna take good care of you.”
“As long as you do it fucking fast.” Mickey opened his eyes to glance at the clock on the bedside table. “I’ve got somewhere to be, Gallagher.”
“Mm.” Ian stuck a lubed-up finger into Mickey and curled it just right. “Well, it helps that you’re so ready for me already. Like, fuck, Mick. How often you work with those dildos in your bedside drawer?” Ian added another finger and started to move them in and out. “You picture me when you do it? Think about opening yourself up for me?”
Mickey laughed. “Fuck you.”
“Bet I could make you come just from my fingers.”
“How about you try that another time.” Mickey gave Ian the laziest look he could muster, but had to bite his lip when Ian started scissoring his fingers. “I know you’re desperate to get your cock in me. How desperate you are for this ass. It’s written all over your fucking face.”
Ian did his best to hide a smirk. “What movie’s that from?”
Mickey laughed.
Ian pressed a kiss to the inside of Mickey’s thigh and then pulled his fingers out. “All right, if you’re quoting movies, I guess it’s time to get onto the main event.” He flicked the button on his jeans open and then dropped them to the ground.
Mickey let his eyes rove over Ian’s naked body. It would be an understatement to say the man looked good. Somehow, ten years as a drug addict hadn’t managed to fuck up his genetics at all. He still looked like a cross between a Greek god and an Abercrombie & Fitch model. And to think, Mickey had had fantasies about him when he was fifteen and looked like a living version of a Cabbage Patch doll.
Ian lifted Mickey’s leg a bit and pulled him to the edge of the bed. He lined himself up with Mickey’s hole, not looking him in the eyes. But his whole face was filled with consideration, awe, and a little hesitation. When he was lined up and ready to go, he finally met Mickey’s eyes. A touch of a smile spread onto his lips. “You know, it’d make me a shitty friend if I didn’t ask if you were sure about this.”
“Thought we decided friends was bullshit.”
“Just friends,” Ian corrected. His eyes flickered down from Mickey’s eyes to his lips and then back again. His hands stroked down Mickey’s thighs. “Tell me you’re ready this time and I’ll believe you.”
Mickey wanted nothing more than to kiss Ian, but the shift would require them to spend time getting back into position, and Mickey didn’t want to wait. He was done waiting for what he wanted, done denying himself. Looking into Ian’s eyes, he nodded. “I’m ready. Ian... this is the only thing I want.”
“Because you’ve got everything else,” Ian quipped, but he was a little breathless and Mickey could’ve sworn he saw relief flicker across his expression.
Then Ian shifted slightly, one hand on his own dick, and pushed into Mickey slow. He bottomed out and then leaned down to capture Mickey’s lips in a kiss. Barely moving back, he whispered, “How’s this feel?”
“Fucking amazing.”
“I’m not even moving yet.”
“But it’s so much better than silicone.” Mickey smirked.
Ian let out a breathy laugh, pulled out, and then slammed back in again. The whole bed shook and Mickey let out a laughing gasp. He pressed his lips back into Ian’s, kissing him hungrily as he set a punishing pace. It took a few minutes, maybe more than a few minutes, for Mickey to register any kind of sexual pleasure. For a while, he was just happy. Happier than he’d been his entire life.
Then Ian hit his prostate and he stopped being able to distinguish between happy and sad, fantasy and reality, himself and Ian. He let out a curse word nasty enough to cause Ian to pause, one eyebrow raised.
“Keep going. Fucking hell. Faster. Damn it, Ian.”
Ian gave him another bruising kiss and then raised himself to get a better angle. His nails dug into Mickey’s thighs as he pounded in. Mickey bit his bottom lip until it bled, whimpered more than moaned as pleasure racked through his body. His thighs shivered, tensed, and he really could do nothing more than lay there and take it.
Ian didn’t seem to mind his lack of effort. If anything, he was enjoying Mickey’s laid back approach. He set his own rhythm. He let his hands roam over Mickey’s thighs, across his stomach, and then intertwined their fingers. He raised Mickey’s hand to his mouth and kissed his knuckles one by one.
Mickey felt his breath leave his chest completely as he stared up at Ian, as he felt his lips press around each of his knuckles, as he tensed around Ian inside of him. His dick throbbed between his spread legs, but he refused to touch it. He knew if he did, it’d be over in a second. Plus, he’d prefer to have Ian’s fingers on him or Ian’s mouth or whatever part of himself Ian wanted to offer even if it was just his thigh to rut against. But he knew he could come without it. At the pace Ian was setting, he’d come in the next two minutes.
Then one of Ian’s large hands came down on his dick. No pressure at first, just gently exploring fingers, like Ian had explored the rest of him. He rubbed his thumb over the head and got his first genuine groan out of Mickey – a sound somewhere between a curse and Ian’s name. The smile on Ian’s face changed from one of humour and disbelief and happiness to one that looked too real to be real. The kind of smile actors had in rom-coms when the love interest came back with that one grand gesture. Mickey couldn’t believe his grand gesture was spreading his legs.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” Mickey said, trying not to smile around the words.
Ian shook his head. “I’m just looking at this fucking beautiful man that I had given up on ten years ago. And I’m wondering how the hell I made such a dumbass mistake.”
“I’m the one who fucked it, Ian.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter now.” Ian kissed him again, a soft, smooth kiss at odds with the slapping of their hips meeting. He brushed Mickey’s hair back from his face, twisted it in his fingers until it hurt just a little bit. “I love you, Mickey Milkovich.”
“Fuck you.”
“You said it first,” Ian reminded him.
Mickey laughed. “Would you just fucking finish already? I need to go.”
Ian smiled as he rubbed their noses together. Then he sped up what had already been a punishing pace and tightened his grip on Mickey’s dick. Their kisses became sloppy and uncontrolled, just like the movements of Ian’s hips. He didn’t manage to hit the right spot every time, but Mickey almost liked it better that way when he never knew when the shock of ecstasy would come.
“Fuck, Mick—”
“Do it. Come on.”
Mickey felt the hot, stickiness of Ian’s relief and, even though he internally panicked over the fact that they’d managed to forget a condom, he came from the feeling of it. Ian stroked him through the aftershocks and then licked Mickey clean. When he came back up for a kiss, Mickey tasted himself on Ian’s tongue.
“Sorry,” Ian said. “I realized just as—”
“Shut up.” Mickey pulled him into a deeper kiss and wrapped his legs around Ian’s. Ian kissed him back lazily. Mickey said, “Fuck. I don’t think I can move.”
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
“Mm. Five more minutes.”
Mickey ended up telling Mandy the truth about why he’d left her waiting by an empty luggage carousel for twenty minutes because if he couldn’t lie to her over the phone, he had no fucking chance in person. After she’d rolled her eyes half a dozen times and hit him on the arm more than once, she calmed down enough to sigh and say, “At least the course of true love runs smooth even if my fucking travel plans can’t.”
“Fuck off,” Mickey said. He glanced out the car window to check how far they had left to go before turning back to her. “You’re gonna have to learn to be nice by tomorrow. ‘Cause we’re spending Christmas at the Gallaghers.”
“You two just had sex last night and you’re already having joint Christmases? Are you getting married on New Years Eve? Can I expect babies by my birthday?”
Mickey rolled his eyes. “Stop being dramatic.”
“Will someone be calling me ‘Auntie Mandy’ by the time my next show goes up? Will you two have a divorce scandal before the rumours that I’m sleeping with Thomas Jefferson hit the press?”
“You’re sleeping with Thomas Jefferson?”
“No. I’m trying to see if I have your fucking attention.”
“Even when you’re being a bitch, I do listen to you.”
Mandy shook her head. “Time to be serious. I know you love Ian and he loves you and you just had the best sex of your life while I was waiting at the airport like a loser—”
“I said sorry.”
“But have you considered the real issues yet?”
“It’s Christmas Eve. Can we not?”
Mandy forced a smile. “You’re not out, Mickey. And Ian is. You’re going to have to deal with that. And if you do wanna get married? What then? Your publicist is good, but she can’t hide you two forever. If that’s even what Ian wants. And let’s just... let’s forget that for a second, because coming out is your business, but are you strong enough to let a drug addict into your life? Can you be around him without wanting to be back on all that junk?”
“He’s clean.”
“You don’t sound sure.”
Mickey pursed his lips as the driver pulled up at his apartment. He put the conversation on hold in order to get out of the car, get Mandy’s suitcase, and smile for the photographers who had come to see them together. Famous siblings always got a good price from the tabloids, he guessed. Especially if they lived so far apart.
Then they were in the lobby, in the elevator, and Mandy hit the emergency stop. “Spill,” she said. “Ian. Drugs. What’s up?”
Mickey shook his head. He pulled the emergency stop button out again. “Nothing. He says he’s clean and the show says he’s clean—”
“But?”
“He didn’t go to sleep last night, as far as I saw. Pretty sure he hasn’t been sleeping much at all lately. He’s shaking and spacing out and talks so fast I’m surprised his tongue doesn’t fall right out of his mouth.” Mickey took a deep breath. “I’ve seen people on coke, Mandy. I used to snort coke. I don’t know how he’s getting around the drug tests but... fuck, he’s got a closet full of crap he’s buying, probably off the internet in the middle of the fucking night because he’s not sleeping... but he swears he’s clean. Practically bit my head off for mentioning it.”
The elevator dinged at their floor and they walked to Mickey’s door in silence. When Mickey had his key in the lock, Mandy placed a hand on his elbow. Her eyes were wide when they looked up at Mickey.
“Remember his mom?” she said.
“Sure.” Mickey opened the door. “Crazy bitch. What about her?”
Mandy stepped into the apartment after him and closed the door. “She was sick, Mickey. Like really sick.”
Mickey turned around to face his sister, not quite getting the point. “She obviously pulled through. Ian hasn’t mentioned that she bit it, so—”
“Not that kind of sick. She was bipolar, remember?”
“Bipolar. Right.” Mickey stared at his sister and then it hit him. “Mania.”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck.”
<<Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen>>
#gallavich#shameless#Ian Gallagher#mickey milkovich#ian x mickey#mine#3outof10 fanfic#chapter fifteen#lost lullabies
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DEATH CITY DAYS 123
[[cont from part 122]]
*somewhere, in a vacant field, is a mud pile...that starts bubbling up*
*a straw pops up through the mud, sucking in air...*
*then a...bear's head pops up*
mimeca: *pokes head out*
ManBearFix: "WEE! We're free!" ^w^ *shifts--then grimaces* "I'm stuck...This sun-baked mud is as hard as rock..."
*it sounds like something clip-clopping up to them...*
mimeca: *yanks him out*
ManBearFix: *gasps* "Ah...My new lungs just ain't what they used to be--" *looks up*
Dr. Sasaki: *riding a horse, staring at the two of them*
mimeca: OwO;;;;;;
ManBearFix: "..." *gulps* "What's up, Doc?"
Dr. Sasaki: "..." *tosses two bundles of rope to Mimeca*
mimeca: ??
Dr. Sasaki: "Tie yourselves up."
ManBearFix: "..." *looks at the ropes* "Look, I'm all for some fun, but how are we to tie ourselves up? If I tie her up, she can't tie me up, and if she ties me up--"
Dr. Sasaki: *aims four guns at ManBearFix*
ManBearFix: OwO; "But I've been eager to learn!"
-elsewhere-
Danro: "Try the scones--Madoka's new recipe."
honda: delicious as always! haha! now, onto business...i take it you've heard the recent news?
Danro: "There's been so much of it as to lose track. Shall we begin with that Asakusa business, or Arg?"
honda: both quite shocking but i was thinking of the events in the nether...
Danro: "..." *sets down his tea* "How did they know where to corner us?"
honda: i cant say for certain, but i suspect there may be a splinter cell within the fire force...
Danro: "That's a surprising accusation. Any evidence?"
honda: sadly, no. perhaps im just rambling...
Danro: "It's definitely a conspiracy theory--literally, a theory about a conspiracy...We already know of the reports about the founding of the Church of the Sun, and there was work some with Haijima have done with enemies against the state."
honda: hmm...and with arg's assassination....
Danro: *nods* "Arg was losing his mind from whatever happened to him in that fire. But even he wasn't talented enough to kill himself like that, or that unlucky to do it by accident. And given how good a fighter he was...whoever killed him wants us to know their power."
-elsewhere-
"Zack": *brushing his teeth* *muffled* "Mornin'."
hachi: haaa~ that shower is AWFUL! =w=
Random Sheep: "Your face betrays you."
riko: how goes storing everything?
"Zack": *brushing his teeth* *muffled* "Mornin'."
hachi: haaa~ that shower is AWFUL! =w=
Random Sheep: "Your face betrays you."
riko: how goes storing everything?
"Zack": *spits into the sink* "It's not fun. The storehouses are dusty, and I think I saw a possum."
riko: *sigh* we're going to need to do a lot of maintenance...
Random Sheep: "Well, I got the water heater to work, so now I can try fiddling with the circuit breakers..."
-elsewhere-
*in the woods, along a muddy path, a horse is tied to a post outside a cabin*
ManBearFix: *tied to a chair* "H-Hey! I thought we were going back to prison!"
Dr. Sasaki: *humming while she sets a plate of food in front of Mimeca at a table*
mimeca: *looks around*
*there are photos hanging on the walls, degrees, a bookshelf...stairs look to go upstairs and into the cellar*
Dr. Sasaki: *sets a plate of grits in front of ManBearFix*
ManBearFix: -n- "They look mushy..."
Dr. Sasaki: "Do you know why I didn't return you two to prison?"
mimeca: *shakes head*
ManBearFix: "...Aw, fuck, I read 'Misery.' You're going to dissect us and kill us!"
Dr. Sasaki: "One cannot dissect _then_ kill someone. Dissection suggests the specimen is already dead. You're thinking of _vivi_section. And no, I am not going to kill you." *looks at Mimeca*
mimeca: *head tilt*
Dr. Sasaki: "I realized I could not have the prison reviewing every bit of my work and how far I must go in order to diagnose your conditions--and your abilities..." *shovels a spoon of grits, bringing them to Mimeca's mouth* "Who's ready for the relief plane to bring its food rations to the hungry villagers? VROOM." *brings the spoon to Mimeca's mouth*
mimeca: >n<# *takes the spoon and eats, pouting*
ManBearFix: "Well, that's all kinds of fun, but I'm bored now." *vibrates, fraying the ropes as he rips them off, wipes the dust off his shirt's shoulders, and stands* "Thank you for this lovely meal, but we're leaving." *picks up Mimeca's chair* "Let's go, girl." *walks to the door--*
Dr. Sasaki: *sighs, presses a button on her remote*
*multiple red scope laser beams point at ManBearFix and Mimeca*
mimeca: OxO;;;;;;
ManBearFix: OnO;
Dr. Sasaki: "Sit. Down. And eat."
ManBearFix: >n>; "Mimeca? I'm kind of missing prison..."
-elsewhere-
Mandy: *reading a file* " 'Mitsy Gainor. Sign: Zodiac. Hobbies: Dancing--"
Yoh: "Pole dancing, amirite?"
katy: *elbows him*
Yoh: "Oh!"
Dr. Summer: *dope slap*
Yoh: >n<#
Mandy: "Chief, I think if we follow Miss Gainor, we'll be able to find the kids!"
katy: sounds good. do we know where she lives?
Dr. Summer: "I had to drop her off once--an apartment complex on South Pacific Avenue."
-elsewhere-
Axel: "Dude, look at all the snails and worms on the sidewalk!"
zeke: is that kid actually helping them across the road?
kenji: there there little buddies. you'll be safe soon. ^^
Axel: "Yeah, and is that kid hiding behind bushes?"
Koda: Q_Q;
-elsewhere-
Kepuri: *walks into work* "Hello, gophers."
Yohei: *waves at coworkers* "Yo."
Employee: *looking at what seems to be a Quirk support item*
employee 2: osu! *waves while upside down*
Kepuri: "Oh, you finally got the stabilizers working?" *examines Employee 2's wristbands*
employee 2: yus ma'am!
Kepuri: "Hmm..." *holds an ear up to a wristband* "That hum is worrisome--it's wasting power. That's an aluminum wire--switch to copper and check the weight distribution."
employee 2: huh, hadnt thought 'bout that. thanks.
Yohei: "??? Hei, is that a new flux capacitor?" *moves a hand up to the device--*
hei: dont touch that! i just finished cleaning it!!
Yohei: *pulls back his hand* "Wow, sorry. Just was curious how you corrected the bi-directional static interference."
-elsewhere-
Haumea: "Please tell me he's still not moping about Orochi."
kagu-tsuchi: i tried speaking with him, but he isnt listening...
Haumea: " 'Speaking with him'? With what, fists? Kicks? 'Cause that's the only way that little baby will respond to anything."
kagu-tsuchi: lady haumea.....
Haumea: -_-# "God, you can be so useless--I'll talk to him. Yo! Ritsu--bring him out!"
-elsewhere-
tamaki: *wrapped up in a blanket*
Arthur: *walks in*
tamaki: hey....*small smile*
Arthur: "..." *looks away*
tamaki:....arthur...
Arthur: "..."
tamaki:.....would you read me a story?
Arthur: "...Which one?"
tamaki: any one. i just...need to hear someone talk right now, i guess...
Arthur: "..." *picks a book from the shelf...sits next to her, but not exactly close to her* "..." *flips to a page* "...'"On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays it was Court Hand and Summulae Logicales, while the rest of the week it was the Oraganon, Repetition and Astrology...'"
tamaki: *listening*
Arthur: " 'The governess was always getting muddled with her astrolabe, and when she got specially muddled she would take it out of the Wart by rapping his knuckles.'"
-elsewhere-
Mitsy: *fiddling with keys in her pocket* =_=# "Just need four hours, then I'll be ready to go..." *yawns...sniffs* "Ugh--and a bath..." *opens the apartment door*
dog: *whines, wanting food*
Mitsy: "..." *picks up doggie* "Hello, sweetie muffins--did you miss mommy?"
dog: 8D
Mitsy: "Let's get baby some num-nums!" *walks to the cabinet, pulling out the dog food*
-across the street-
Summer: "What's she doing in there?"
mandy: awww puppy!
katy:...cats are way better.
Yoh: "??? From that psychological profile thingie you wrote up, I didn't think she'd be so...giddy around her puppy."
katy: they're rough estimates...
Summer: "I've worked with her for a year, and I didn't even think she'd do something like this..." *clenches her fists, shaking with fury*
katy: doc?
Summer: "I want to bring her down, and the rest of these child kidnappers."
katy: we will.
Yoh: "Wait--she's doing something..."
katy: *looks*
Mitsy: *has set her doggie on the table with a doggie dish with food in it...she seems to be on the phone...*
katy: *listening in*
Mitsy: "Uh huh...Right, 11 o'clock. I'll be there. What? What?! No, I'm not buying those brats more food! Fuck 'em--they can starve! No, I--wait, hang on--" *to her doggie* "D'aw, aren't you hungry, sweetie?" *scratches behind the dog's ear*
katy: unbelievable!
Summer: *growls, starting to step out of the van--*
katy: doctor, summer, wait!
Summer: *has one foot out--*
Yoh: *grabs Summer by the waist--and supplexes her back inside*
Mitsy: "???" *looks out the window--and sees nothing* "...Yeah, no, I'm listening." *takes off her shoes* "Fine! Jeez! I'll get you eyedrops too for your idiot sister! Fuck!"
mandy: ._.
Summer: *pulled back in, lying with her back on Yoh's chest* "... ... ..." *clenches her fist, as mud outside the van starts to condense into hard spheres...*
Yoh: "Now, Doc, you know we have to be incognito--"
Summer: *smashes a mud sphere into his face*
-elsewhere-
In: *eyes bandaged, lying in bed* "..."
out: kylie? you ok girl?
In: "Cam?" *tries to sit up--then pauses--* "!!! Watch your step!"
out: ??
*Out fails to notice a broken floorboard before she steps onto it--*
out: WOAH!
*Out's foot falls through the floorboard--before the top of the board smacks her in the face*
In: "I tried to warn you! Didn't you see it?!"
out: what the hell?!
In: "Yeah, it was-- ..." *touches her bandages* "...What the hell..."
out: sis you're freaking me the eff out.
In: "..." *shaking* "What he did to my eyes..." *starts tugging on the bandages*
-elsewhere-
mina: it's time my dudes, for the mother-heckin gallon joust!
Eijiro: *seated--and pulls on goggles*
sero: may the best player win.
Bakugo: "THAT'S ME, TAPEWORM!"
mina: sato, get the camera ready!
Sato: *holding the camera, thumbs up*
mina: ready and....GO!
Bakugo: *PUSHES THE CART* "RAAAAAAWR!"
Eijiro: "WOOOOO!"
sero: YAAAAAAGH!!!
Sato: *aiming back and forth--*
*SPLOOSH*
mina: OOOH! OH SHIT FAM!
sero: YEOWZA THAT IS COLD!!
Bakugo + Eijiro: *LOUD PASSIONATE SCREAMING*
Hyde: "..." *picks up a mop* "Dang kids..."
-elsewhere-
Kyoka: "Thank you for taking us out, Doctor."
yosano: of course, girls. ^^
Kyoka: "What would you like, Sylvia?" *looking at the menu*
sylvia: i-i dunno...
Kyoka: "Split a parfait?"
sylvia: a-are you alright with that?
Kyoka: *nods* "I would like that."
sylvia: o-o-ok. .////.;;;
Kyoka: "Great...You aren't allergic to strawberries, are you?"
sylvia: i-i dont think so, no...
Kyoka: "Good. Although I'm sure Dr. Yosano could help if you had an allergic reaction..."
-elsewhere-
Axel: "You know what I miss? Professional sporting events. What kinds of teams are there in Death City?"
zeke: well they got baseball, football, basketball, hockey, rugby, swimming, track, soccer-
Jonas: TT~TT
Axel: "...Dude, I think we need to take him to a game, or he's going to leave ghost tear stains everywhere. Again."
zeke: good call...
Axel: "Jonas? Would you like to take in a game--"
Jonas: *grabs Zeke by the face with ghost hands* "Which sport?"
zeke: i think there's a baseball game later this evening.
Jonas: "WOOT!' *lifts up Zeke* "Baseball!"
zeke: *CRASHES INTO THE CEILING* ......lil help?
Axel: "..." *texts NOTers* [baseball game tonight. also bro needs first aid kit]
-elsewhere-
Pumpkin: "Have a seat..."
overhaul: ....
Pumpkin: "Got to say, you're here earlier than I expected..."
overhaul: yeah no kidding. so...how's progress?
Pumpkin: "Not too shabby...Children are much more pliant for this kind of Quirk cultivation, are they not?"
overhaul: really....no hiccups to speak of?
Pumpkin: "I'll be honest with you--I had assigned someone to kidnap a parent to see the effects on an adult, but she fouled that up."
overhaul:....let's see them then.
Pumpkin: "Of course..." *nods to a door*
overhaul: *walks over*
*the door slides open on its own, revealing a stairway*
Pumpkin: "Careful--it's still a bit damp..."
-elsewhere-
Mitsy: *pets her doggie* "Be good while Mommy's out, 'kay?"
doggie: *WOOF*
Mitsy: *blows a kiss before locking the door and heading down the stairs*
Yoh: *asleep in the van*
doggie: *waits for her to leave before opening the back door, letting a bunch of other dogs in as they start partying*
Yoh: *snores/snorts himself awake* "Huh? What? Was that a party horn?" *looks--and spots Mitsy leaving* "?!!"
katy: alright, lets go.
-elsewhere-
Duncan: -^- "--and then there's the 'Fancy Dan,' where the player adds some flourish on their ball throw..."
girl: uh-huh.
Duncan: "I used to play baseball--I was quite good at it!"
girl: really now...
Duncan: "Really! I could show you my stuff at a game some time--"
girl: oh, my dad's here! *walks over to her dad*
Duncan: "??? Dad?"
Coach Dad: "Hey, sweetie! How did it go?"
girl: good up until some loser started talking to me.
Duncan: Q_Q;
Coach Dad: "Now, sweetie, that's not nice to say--" *spots Duncan* "...Nevermind. I get it now."
Duncan: Q____________Q
-elsewhere-
Asher: *grabs a hoodie* "...Why are we doing this?"
izumi: it'll be fun.
Asher: *grunts* "It still sounds like work, or babysitting...People don't like being coddled."
izumi: ....
Asher: "This better not be embarrassing-- ... ... ..."
Spirit: *decked out in baseball fan attire*
izumi:........
Spirit: "...Yay, go team!" ^^;;;
Asher: "...Pfft."
-elsewhere-
Mitsy: *walks through Santa Monica Pier, past a roller coaster* "..."
-some seagulls perched on a bench just watch her go by-
Mitsy: *grumbles* "F'ing winged rats..."
-one of them takes off and poops on her shoulder-
Mitsy: ono# "..." *reaching into her purse--...then thinks better of it and pulls out a tissue* "Fucking crap..." *heads through the carnival game booths*
Yoh: *looking through binoculars* "A carnival?"
mandy: spoopy.
Yoh: *looks* "??? I don't understand."
Mitsy: *disappears amidst the booths*
katy: let's go.
Summer: "Hang on..." *lowers her tote bag, scooping up a ton of sand off the beach* "Okay..."
Yoh: "Think you can handle this, Doc?" *still bandaged up*
Summer: -_-# "Don't talk to me. Ever."
Yoh: >_>;
-inside-
Xavier: *literally biting on the prison bars*
Timmy: *looking up scared from the cell at Overhaul and Pumpkin*
overhaul: well? say something, brat.
Timmy: "I-I want to go home...Please, sir..."
overhaul:....
Timmy: "We want to go home...We're tired, they aren't feeding us!"
overhaul: do you think that's _my_ problem?
Timmy: "?!"
Xavier: *growling* "WE'RE HERE BECAUSE OF ADULTS LIKE YOU! LET US OUT, YOU BASTARD!" *shaking the bars*
overhaul: what? do you want your mommy?
Timmy: *stunned*
Pumpkin: *looks at Overhaul* "We found newly developed Quirks in these children...I'm keen to see what your technology could do to enhance some of our prime candidates."
-elsewhere-
Ragnarok: -_-# "I hate these late shifts..."
*a customer walks into the store...*
Customer: "..." *picking up items, shoving them into his pockets*
kyouko: oi!
Customer: *rips open a candy bar, shoving it into his mouth*
kyouko: *bodychucks him*
Customer: *falls to the floor, with a loud hiss--as something flies off of him...something crawling and tiny and red...*
kyouko: oh shit- hyde!
*a toilet is heard flushing, before Hyde steps out*
Hyde: "Okay, okay, I brought the key back--"
*ants are all over the floor*
Hyde: "...What the hell?"
kyouko: D8<
Customer: *writhing on the floor, more ants crawling out of him...as his body deflates...*
Hyde: "...Ragnarok, Kyouko already took out the trash--you can clean up the ants."
-elsewhere-
Jonas: *"sitting" in the baseball stands* =n=
lei-lei: *eating popcorn*
Axel: "Hey, cheer up, man--we got cotton candy!"
Jonas: "..." *reaches hand--and it passes through the candy*
Axel: OwO;
Spirit: *rambling--* "--and you can see the star players and their numbers dotting the back of the field--"
Asher: "Zzzz..."
zeke: *looking around*
Spirit: *points* "That's the number of Orlando Abreu--pitched five no-hitters in one season! And that's Rusney "Boots" Black's number--"
Jonas: "?! BOOTS?!"
zeke: you know them?
Jonas: "They were on my team! What the hell?! They got to be players?!"
Spirit: "...Actually, Boots is the coach and manager now--" *pointing to the field*
Boots: *waving to the stands, to loud applause*
Jonas: OnO##### "...I'm going to the bathroom. To haunt people." *floats away*
zeke: jonas-...*sigh* i'll go follow him...
Axel: "Same--we're out of soda. And I need the potty." *follows*
Duncan: TTnTT "Then she said, 'He's a loser, Dad'..."
hibiki: ....
Duncan: "...This is where you say, 'No, Duncan, you have many wonderful qualities'..."
hibiki: like what?
Duncan: "I'm persistent!"
-elsewhere-
Mitsy: "Hey, girl--where's the boss?"
may: downstairs.
Mitsy: "Entertaining our gracious benefactor?" *tosses a tissue into the trash* "Showing off the brats?"
may: .....
Mitsy: "Entertaining our gracious benefactor?" *tosses a tissue into the trash* "Showing off the brats?"
may: .....
Mitsy: "...Oh, still think you're too good to respond? Like you're any better..."
-elsewhere-
Summer: "Damn it..." *looking through the carnival* "Where is it..."
katy: creepy...
mandy: i think my brother went exploring here once…
Summer: "Are you freaking kidding me?!" *grabs Yoh by the collar* "We're trying to find missing children, and you're playing games?!"
Booth Operator: "?!! M-Missing kids?" >_>;;;;;
katy: yes, *shows them a photo of mitsy* this woman is belived to be involved with the case, have you seen her?
Booth Operator: "N-No?"
Summer: "..."
Yoh: "..." *grabs the tiger plushie--*
Operator: "H-Hey! Give that back--"
Yoh: *rips the head off*
katy: ._.
Yoh: *reaches in--* "OW!" *pulls out his hand--with a syringe stuck in his finger*
katy: !!!!
Operator: "... ... ..." *his arm stretches--as he swings it at the cops*
katy: *ducks*
Yoh: *rips the syringe out* "Damn it!"
Summer: *takes the syringe* "...What the hell is this..." *rips the syringe out, tapes the top, pockets it*
Operator: *swinging noodle limbs at Katy and Mandy* "Can't let you leave now!" *slams fists down*
mandy: *aims her tazer gun*
Operator: *swings his fist to the left of Katy's head*
katy: GNH-
Operator: "You're not getting out of here!" *swings the arm around--Katy's neck*
mandy: *shoots the taser gun*
*the Operator vibrates--loosening his grip on Katy*
katy: *gasps for air* t-thanks.
Operator: *falls down*
Summer: "What is this thing supposed to be?" *pulls the vial out of her pocket* "It had a syringe with it--likely a doping mechanism for, I assume, his Quirk?"
katy: hinoki, you feeling alright?
Yoh: "Fine, I guess? I don't have a Quirk, so it wouldn't have affected me..."
Operator: "..." *reaching into his jacket...*
mandy: *stomps on his hand*
Operator: "GAH!" *drops another vial*
Yoh: "Why would someone be passing around some Quirk drug in a carnival?"
mandy: alright bub, start talkin!
Operator: "You're getting nothin' out of me!" *swings the other arm--*
Summer: *rock-hand catch--and crushes*
Operator: Q___Q "The boss won't like this!"
katy: and where is this boss of yours?
Yoh: *jumps into the booth*
Summer: "Oh, for crying out loud--You're still obsessing about the stupid game?!"
Yoh: *pulls a lever--*
*THUD*
Yoh: "...Ow."
-elsewhere-
Guard 1: *checking a monitor* "??? Stretch opened the door at the bottle booth. His shift isn't over for another two hours..."
guard 2: zzzz...
Guard 1: "...Please, don't get up, I'll take a look." *attaches a gauntlet, gets up to leave--then smacks Guard 2 on the back of the head*
guard 2: GNRK- whu? waz goin on?
Guard 1: "Get up--something weird's happening at Stretch's booth."
-elsewhere-
Pumpkin: *measuring out a substance in a syringe* "I have to thank you for this new supply...It's been quite instructive."
overhaul: dont mention it.
Pumpkin: "I've been quite fascinated with all your Quirks can accomplish...Nothing like what I've seen where I'm from."
overhaul: oh?
Pumpkin: "...Oh, didn't I mention? Yeah, I'm not from here."
overhaul: yeah, you do have kind of an accent. you from Britain or something?
Pumpkin: "...Think further. Much further."
overhaul: laos?
Pumpkin: "Another world..."
overhaul: you're bullshitting me.
Pumpkin: "I assure you, this is not some rubbish. I am what you might call an out-realmer, from outside of this realm."
overhaul: prove it.
Pumpkin: "...A talking pumpkin isn't enough proof? What, do you have herds of jack o'lantern scarecrows, grazing on the wide open fields of the Great Plains?"
overhaul: ...there's been weirder, honestly.
Pumpkin: "Well, I would open a portal to show you another dimension, but that'd sap much power...I already know your world has magic, so..." *twirls some magical dust in the air* "...this probably doesn't impress you either, huh?"
-clunk-
overhaul: ??
Pumpkin: "??? One of your enforcers?"
overhaul: *takes out his pistol*
*the door opens, showing...Guard 1, standing in sunglasses*
Pumpkin: "Well? What's going on?"
Guard 1: "..." *unconscious, gets kicked into the room, towards Overhaul*
overhaul: ?!?! *aims his gun*
Yoh: *battle roar, as he pushes Guard 1 into the room like a human shield*
*a sand trail follows Yoh...*
-elsewhere-
Xavier: *growls* "Come on--don't wimp out on this. It's all or nothing!"
girl: so what's the plan?
Timmy: "I-I guess we need to get out of the cell first? Can anyone teleport?"
boy: i can make my hair move on its own.
Xavier: "Brilliant! You ever steal keys out of someone's pocket?"
-elsewhere-
Jonas: *'pacing' in the men's restroom*
zeke: he's not coming out from there...
Axel: "Well, I already did my business, so I'm out of ideas..." *looking around the hall, seeing the 'Manager's VIP Lounge'* "..." *a hallway light flickers over his head* "Wait...I'm getting an idea..."
zeke: ??
Axel: "Jonas has unfinished business, right?"
zeke: i guess?
Axel: "And we can't find his family anywhere, because he's kind of a dick, right?"
zeke: well-
Axel: "But this manager guy went to school with him, so he may know how he got offed. We find out who really killed Jonas, and bam, Jonas's soul does...whatever happens when souls pass on!"
zeke: hmm.
Axel: "Come on--what have we got to lose?" *knocks on the VIP door*
-elsewhere-
Asher: *yawns, stretches*
hibiki: hey...
Asher: "..." *grunts, looks away*
hibiki:....you still mad?
Asher: "...Yeah, I'm still pretty mad. Who asked you..."
hibiki: are you mad because i told spirit?
Asher: "...Yeah. I didn't ask you to get involved. I didn't ask any of you to butt in. You don't know what could have happened."
hibiki: would you want to stay in that situation?
Asher: "No, but I didn't want to drag someone else into that mess."
hibiki: then what were you planning to do then, huh?
Asher: "We had a plan--Cassidy was going to get enough money for us to move out."
hibiki: how long would that have taken?
Asher: "...I don't know--I left it to Cassidy to figure out the costs..."
hibiki: .....
Asher: "...What if that crazy bitch did something to Izumi? You think I'd want that on my conscience, too?"
hibiki: well she didnt...
Asher: "She could've--we're not all some powerhouses like your family."
hibiki: being a powerhouse has nothing to do with doing the right thing....look, you cant keep carrying this burden on your own or you'll just get crushed by it. i've seen it happen...
Asher: "...I thought weapons are designed just to carry the burden for their meister."
hibiki: being a weapon doesnt mean you're a slave.
Asher: "..." *holds their head* "I don't know what a weapon is for...I was just born like this, and when I found my ability..."
hibiki: would you like to speak with a councilor?
Asher: "...Might as well."
hibiki: it's a start....you dont have to go through this alone.
Asher: "...If I ended up getting Izumi hurt, or you, or another classmate, that's not something I want on my head. Those black blood whatever walker things..."
-elsewhere-
Los Angeles Police Dispatcher: "Unit 42, what's your emergency?"
-BOOOOM-
officer: THAT.
Dispatcher: "...Sending emergency teams now. You're on the phone, so I need a visual or a description."
Quirk-Enhanced Guard: *claws extended, slicing*
katy: *shooting*
Claws: *slices the gun apart*
katy: !!!
*A Laser-Eye Quirk Guard chases Mandy*
mandy: shit shit shit! >~<;;
*families are fleeing the carnival--rides are on fire...*
Beach Bodybuilder: "Okay, people--you know what to do." *flexes* "Get those bad guys!"
Beach Bodybuilder 2: *rushes at Claws--and tackles them*
mandy: thank you!
Beach Bodyguilder 2: *chokehold* "You're welcome, officer!"
Lasers: "Like that'll be enough!" *blasts towards Mandy*
mandy: WAH!
*something blows up under Laser's feet, knocking them back*
Laser: "?!! What're they doing down there?!"
-downstairs-
may: !!!!
Mitsy: *grabbing a rifle* "I knew we should've killed the Doc earlier." *aims at the door*
may: *picks up a chair and smacks her with it*
Mitsy: *stumbles...then looks back with a glare* "Oh, you fucking cunt!" *aims the rifle*
may: *kicks the rifle*
Mitsy: "?!" *the kick blasts a shot into the wall, before the rifle falls out of her hands* "..." *swings at May*
may: *ducks and punches her in the stomach*
Mitsy: *air knocked out of her, doubles over*
may: *takes the keys and heads toward the cells*
Mitsy: "No, you don't..." *crawling after her*
may: *KICK*
Mitsy: "FUCK--" *and rolls down the stairs, one at a time*
-elsewhere-
Summer: *in Rock Giant form, creating rock shields*
overhaul: *shooting*
*rock shields chip away but hold up*
Yoh: *sweeps his leg at Pumpkin's head*
Pumpkin: *bends back--in an unnatural pose*
Yoh: "??? That's some yoga..."
Pumpkin: *snaps back--swinging a blade* "Indeed."
Yoh: *dodging, but his shirt gets sliced*
summer: shit!
Yoh: "Don't worry, Doc--this guy is a stringbean!" *swings his foot at Pumpkin's hand--and it snaps off*
Pumpkin: "..." *looks at his stump*
Yoh: "...Wow, I've gotten stronger--"
Pumpkin: *fires a magic shield at Yoh, slamming him through the ceiling and three stories above the ground*
Yoh: *air knocked out of him, just hanging above the ground* <Wh-Wh-What?!>
Pumpkin: "..." *releases*
Yoh: *starts falling* "Wow, wow, wow!" *flinging his arms, his descent increasing*
summer: !!! *rushes to catch him*
Pumpkin: *slings balls of fire at Summer's feet*
Yoh: "AAAAAAAH!!!"
summer: *creating a rock ramp and slides up it*
Yoh: *spots her* *holds out his hand*
-nice catch!-
Yoh: QwQ "My hero..."
summer: you're welcome.
*a firework shoots up at them*
summer: !!!
Yoh: "!!! Dodge!"
summer: *looks*
*seems to be a giant slide below...*
summer: oh boy.
Yoh: "..." *shifts* "Hang on!"
summer: ?!
Yoh: *crawls over her until she's grasping his legs* "Narrow your body as much as you can--we're sliding down!"
summer: *doing so*
Yoh: *holds out his arms like a bird swooping down--then folds them in like a penguin diving into the ocean and--perfect land on the slide--and going all the way down...*
overhaul: the fuck...
Yoh: "WOOOO!!!"
Pumpkin: "...This world is bizarre." *looks up at the ferris wheel* "...You may want to move back a bit."
overhaul: ??
*Yoh and Summer come to a stop at the base of the slide*
Yoh: "Phew! Glad that training paid off..." *his wounds look like they opened, bleeding in his bandages*
summer: !!!
Yoh: "??? What?"
summer: your wounds are opened again, idiot!
Yoh: "...Ha! You haven't seen anything! That's remedial lessons in Hinoki martial arts training!" *battle pose*
summer: -___-;
Yoh: "You weren't bad yourself either, Doc! That Quirk is rock solid! ...Ha."
overhaul: *aims his gun*
Yoh: "!!! Duck!"
-WHAPISH-
overhaul: ?!?!?
Xavier: *chomping on Claws' legs*
Claws: "GET HIM OFF! GET HIM OFF!"
summer: !!!
Yoh: ._.; "Man, they just don't raise kids well nowadays."
Timmy: *offers a hand to Leah* "Come on!"
leah: *following*
may: come on, let's go!
*a gunshot goes off*
may: GRK- *clutching her arm*
Timmy: "?!! Ma'am! Are you okay--GRRK!"
Mitsy: *clutching Timmy by the neck, choking, aiming her rifle at May*
may: !!!!
Mitsy: "I spent too much work getting these brats for the boss!" *holding the rifle awkwardly, and Timmy by the neck, she reaches for a syringe*
may: let go of him!
Mitsy: "Shut up! You creep in on my turf, try to take my spot--and now, I'm going to use this to turn this stupid fucking brat into my new attack dog!" *jams the syringe into Timmy's neck*
may: NO!!
Timmy: *SCREAMS*
Mitsy: "Yes! Bet you didn't know this Trigger has mind control properties!" *pushes Timmy down* "Now attack that bitch, brat!"
Timmy: "... ... ..." *his eyes glow*
may: !!!!
leah: *shaking*
Mitsy: "Okay, kid, I want you to kill that bitch--"
Timmy: *just stands there*
Mitsy: "...Today? Come on! What are you waiting for--" *grabs Timmy by the shoulder*
Timmy: *turns, death glare*
Mitsy: "?!"
*Mitsy is flung back, smashing into a light pole*
may: !!!
Mitsy: *groans...* "Stupid brat! I'm not done--" *moves her hand to reach into her pocket--when something slams down on her hand* "OW!!"
Xavier: "Nah-uh! Not again, you bastard!"
Mitsy: "Let go!"
Timmy: *he looks like he's in a daze*
may: *picks him up and runs*
Mitsy: "I said let go--" *finally grabs a syringe--and stabs it into Xavier's foot*
Xavier: *yelps...then starts panting*
Mitsy: "..." *sneers*
leah: *trembling and screaming*
Xavier: *his back starts contorting...*
summer: !!!
Xavier: *starts howling, as he takes on an animalistic form*
Mitsy: *chuckles* "Good doggy..."
Xavier: *slobbering, looking at Leah*
leah: *trembling*
Mitsy: "That's right, doggy! Get them! Get them all--"
*CHOMP*
Mitsy: "..."
Xavier: *biting into her shoulder, muffled* "You may try controlling me--BUT I HATE YOU MORE!"
Mitsy: "..." *SCREAMS, punching at Xavier's snout*
Xavier: *lets go--and bites into her again, tackling her*
Mitsy: *screaming bloody murder*
-elsewhere-
Axel: *knocks on the VIP lounge door*
zeke: i think he's still on the field.
Axel: "Yeah, probably--but maybe if we say we're friends of Jonas they'll let us wait here?" *keeps knocking*
guard: hey! you two!
Axel: *looks around* "..." *points at himself" "???"
zeke: oh fuzz.
Axel: "W-We just wanted to meet the manager!" OwO;
guard: well he's on the field.
Axel: "But it's real important--it's a matter of life and death!"
guard: yeah yeah, right...
Axel: "No, seriously, we got a dead man in the bathroom--"
guard: ?!?! this better not be a prank...
Axel: "No, really! He's pacing back and forth right now!"
guard: *opens the door*
*there's no one inside...*
guard: you two think this is funny?
Axel: "...I mean, kinda? We told you we had a dead man here, then he floated away somewhere 'cause he's kind of pissy--"
guard: ok, im going to ask you two to come with me-
Axel: "To see the manager?"
guard: to the security office.
Axel: Q_Q; "Whoops..."
-elsewhere-
Yoh: *runs up a wall, then leaps off to dodge some creature*
bat monster: *shrieks as it charges at him*
Yoh: *jumps--onto its back*
bat monster: *SKREEEEEEE*
Yoh: <Onward, Tianma!> *kicks its sides*
summer: *attacking the weird creatures*
Goblin: *punching through a rock wall, dissolving it into sand, reaching for Summer's neck*
summer: get back!!
Goblin: *growls--before scratching her arm*
boy: *hair whipping at some monsters*
Spider Beast: *retracts, struggling to crawl up its own web*
leah: w-what are these things?!
Timmy: *holding his head* "Not...from here..."
may: come on, we need to get out of here!
Xavier: *slobbering* "Why? This is fun!" *chewing into a dead bat creature*
leah: !!!! look out!
*a giant rat crashes into Xavier, heading towards Timmy*
Timmy: "..." *holds up a hand, forming an invisible barrier*
Rat: *CLUNK* *collapses*
???: "Should've seen this coming..."
???: ....
???: "..." *pulls the bandages off her eyes*
out: how are you holding up, sis?
In: *blinks* "Ugh, everything's too bright..." *rubbing her eyes...they are now yellow-orange with green sclerae...*
out: sis....
In: "...What? Something in my nose?"
out: *holds up her compact mirror*
In: "... ... ..." *SCREAMS*
overhaul: tch- this is getting to be too chaotic for my liking...im getting out of here...
*a car pulls up*
chronostasis: get in.
Rikiya: "...This looks awful outside."
overhaul: yeah, no shit.
Rikiya: "...I didn't touch the mini-fridge, if you want your bottled water..."
-meanwhile-
Yoh: *sitting on the bat creature, petting its head* "It's just like taming horses--only with wings."
bat creature: *SKREEEEEEE*
Yoh: *punches it in the eye* "Be quiet!"
*The Ferris Wheel's lights have gone out...The only light in the decimated carnival is fire...*
summer: this is getting to be too much....
Yoh: "??? Really? The way my sister tells it, this is kind of typical for the States. What's wrong, the rock-hard doctor can't handle it?"
summer: your sister, huh?
Yoh: *nods* "She's definitely not at my power level, but she helped knock down a space station. And the Fear Factory."
summer: wait then....that girl, mana hinoki is your sister?
Yoh: "Oh, you read about her?"
summer: in the news, yeah-
-BOOOOM-
Yoh: "?!"
*a loud creaking sound is heard...like a tether has snapped...*
Yoh: "...Is that wheel getting...larger?"
*The Ferris Wheel is tipping...*
summer: shit! *creating a rock shield around them*
*The Ferris Wheel slams down, its power generator exploding in flames*
Yoh: *coughs*
katy: !!!! shit!
*a figure stands amidst the flames...the flames start turning green*
mandy: *aims her gun*
*the figure starts cackling, an orange light shining from his mouth...the orange light gets brighter...
katy: .....
*the light grows...then fires towards them*
katy: !!!!
mandy: GET DOWN!
*FWOOSH*
mandy: EEK!
*the green fire explodes around Katy and Mandy*
Pumpkin: *emerges from the fire, his glowing mouth curled into a sardonic grin*
mandy: Q~Q permission to pee myself?
katy: not on top of me!
Pumpkin: *chuckles* "There's nothing better than seeing a weak, powerless human where they belong: groveling at my feet."
mandy: Q~Q;;;
{????: please....dont kill me.... please! i didnt mean to...}
Pumpkin: *stares* "..." *shakes his head slightly, before the fire in his mouth charges up again, as he faces Mandy...*
Yoh: "Low bridge!" *sweeps a leg, snapping Pumpkin's femur in two*
Pumpkin: "?!" *stumbles, vomiting fire just in front of Mandy's feet*
mandy: EEEK!
Yoh: "Ha! For some weird demonic magic thing, you're pretty scrawny and feeble--"
*SWISH*
Yoh: *held by his limbs in fiery rings*
katy: !!
Pumpkin: "You are insufferable."
Yoh: "I get that. A lot."
Pumpkin: "And now you'll get to have your limbs torn off. Goodbye."
-SLASH-
*the fire is extinguished by a blade of sand*
Pumpkin: *along with his hand* "?!!! OH, COME ON!"
summer: ...
Pumpkin: "You know, I just regrew that one..."
Yoh: *falls to the ground* "UMPH! Hey, doc, could you have let me down more gently? I'm still bleeding."
summer: give it up before you get squashed.
Pumpkin: "Hmm..." *keeping some distance, walking around her* "Hmm, a terramancer? I didn't think they had you here."
summer: *keeping an eye on him*
Pumpkin: "They keep calling you 'doctor.' Why does someone created to heal engage in such violence? Anger problems, perhaps?"
summer: i never asked to be born with these abilities, but regardless, im just trying to do the right thing.
Pumpkin: "Is that why you keep letting dumb mistakes happen?" *sneers* "You couldn't even protect a child."
summer: *shaking*
Pumpkin: *chuckles* "That's what makes this world so fun, you know? Getting to see those brats get what they deserve..."
summer: shut up...
Pumpkin: "If you don't stop them before they learn obedience, they are unchecked little urchins, spreading harm. What they need is someone to guide them..." *holds out his good hand* "It's what they need, isn't it?"
summer: *trembling*
Pumpkin: "Come on. Join my team. I could use someone to patch up the young ones."
summer: how about you go to hell?
Pumpkin: *aims fire-breath* "Been there..." *exhales*
summer: *rock shield and charges at him*
Pumpkin: *twirls a hand, opening a portal*
-something steps out....a dark, mangled creature with a skull like face*
creature: *SCREAMING OUT*
Yoh: *staring frozen*
summer: what...what the hell is that?
Pumpkin: *smiles* "My child."
creature: *screams and charges*
-the scream is distorted and sounds almost like a young girl crying out in pain*
Yoh: "Shit! Look out!" *runs at the Creature*
Pumpkin: *smiles*
summer: *attacking the creature*
Yoh: *aims a kick at the creature's face*
creature: *SKREE*
Yoh: *tries to reach around the creature*
creature: *thrashing yoh*
Yoh: *sliced into his fresh wounds* *screams in pain before the Creature smashes his face into the ground*
creature: *clawing at him*
Yoh: *he's not moving...*
summer: *attacking the monster*
*Summer knocks the monster away from Yoh, but he's still not moving...*
creature: *lunges at summer*
Summer: "!!!" *forms rock gauntlets, shielding her face*
creature: *screeching*
Summer: *pushed back--until the gauntlets break, knocking her back* "UGH!" *crashes onto the ground*
creature: *growls*
Summer: "..." *lets out something between a cough and a laugh* "You don't back done, huh?" *climbs up again...*
mandy: *holding up her gun at the creature*
Pumpkin: *waits...*
creature: *flies up*
Summer: "?!!!" *forms a rock wall--then kicks it to knock it up to the sky*
-the creature is knocked into a castle display-
Summer: *glares at the spot where the Creature fell...turns to look at Pumpkin and the cops*
katy: ok, time to arrest this freak-
Pumpkin: *twirling a finger*
katy: ??
creature: *looks up at a princess doll* ..... *it starts screeching again, as if in pain*
Pumpkin: "I'm afraid I'm outside of your jurisdiction...We'll be departing."
-the creature flies out of the rubble and grabs lord pumpkin before flying off-
Pumpkin: *salutes...*
mandy: *fires a few more shots*
Summer: "!!! Oh, no, you don't--" *runs--then trips, collapsing* "Get back..."
Yoh: *still not moving...*
katy: shit! requesting back up!
-elsewhere-
*a glass jar falls in the kitchen*
Yohei: "??? Mana? What're you doing up?"
mana: !!! just...uneasy.
Yohei: "Sorry to hear...Better clean this up--GET, grab the big glass pieces first."
-elsewhere-
Duncan: *loud obnoxious sneezes*
genny: -_-#
Kanin: "Wow, that's quite a sternutation."
hibiki:...
Duncan: =n= *sniff* "It's not my fault--it's allergies. I'm allergic to gluten, shellfish, hairy caterpillars, hops--in fact, anything from the Cannabaeae family..."
hibiki: that's....weirdly specific.
genny: im allergic to gluten too, actually.
Kanin: "Ah--then you'd probably avoid Cannabaeae, since it includes hops as well as hemp, marijuana--"
hibiki: wait...
{Jonas: "??? Nah, still don't know any 'Sour Diesel.' I was straight edge in school--that's why I even avoided pain medicine."}
hibiki: 'sour diesel...'
Kanin: "..." *looks around* "No beer near us, so no hops--"
Duncan: "AH-CHOO!"
Kanin: "..." *picks up Duncan* "Hibiki, Genny, let's go."
genny: kanin?
hibiki:....axel and zeke still arent back yet...
Kanin: "We find them, I think we'll find out what really killed Jonas. And Duncan will lead us..." *holds Duncan by the shoulders, rotating...*
Duncan: *sneezes more in one direction, less in another*
-meanwhile-
Axel: Q_Q "Mom and Dad are going to kill us."
zeke: hey! come on let us out!
Guard: "Shut up! Just wait for the police to get here..."
zeke: =~=;
Axel: "We didn't do nothing wrong! And we're DWMA, so that makes us deputized or something!"
zeke: he's not listening...
Axel: "I know." TT~TT "Let's figure out an escape plan..." *sits on top of a box labeled 'SOUR'*
zeke: *sniffs* ugh, dude! at least say excuse me if you're gonna do that!
Axel: "??? That wasn't me--you did it!"
zeke: i would have heard it!
Axel: "Then you would've heard me doing it!" *shoves Zeke*
zeke: ack!
*Zeke knocks down a stack of boxes, their contents spilling out*
zeke: *coughing*
Axel: *sniffs* "Ugh...What is this stuff?" *picks up a wrapped package*
zeke: ugh, it smells awful!
Axel: "Yeah, like Asher's clothes used to...That was mean, sorry."
zeke: wait......*looks at the box*
*The box says "SOUL DIESEL"*
zeke:....shit.
Axel: "Big time...Why are they keeping marijuana here?"
zeke: didnt that gravure model mention sour diesel?
Axel: "Yeah...Like the kind she smelled in the boys' locker room...Someone else had this stuff, someone maybe at this baseball game!"
zeke: dude!
Axel: "The manager went to school with Jonas!"
zeke: DUDE!
Axel: "THE MANAGER PROBABLY THOUGHT JONAS WAS GOING TO SPILL!"
zeke: JONAS! WE FIGURED IT OUT!!
Axel: "Dude!" *bro hug*
zeke: DUUUUUDE!!
*CLICK*
zeke: owo;;
Boots: *aiming a gun at the two*
zeke: OwO *gulp*....c-can we get an autograph? ^^;;;;
Boots: "I heard you two know a dead man..."
zeke:......Pablo 'Deadman' Rivera?
Boots: "Jonas. A certain model spilled the means at a party."
zeke: oh no....
Boots: "Oh, yes..." *nods to security, who brings in Marilyn, tied and gagged*
marilyn: *muffled* <LET GO OF ME IM GOING TO BREAK YOUR FUCKING KNEECAPS YOU GREASY PILE OF DOG SHIT!!>
Axel: "How is this a good plan?! Everyone will know we went missing and find our corpses here!"
Boots: "Let's see--two brats talking about finding a dead body, which would be Marilyn here..."
marilyn: ?!?!?
Axel: "And what about us?! Why would we report finding a dead body?!"
Boots: *holds up a paper* "You killed her, and left behind a suicide note confessing your crime...All it needs is your writing." *hands it to Zeke*
zeke: NO WAY!
Boots: "I don't think you have much of a choice...Not if you want your classmates to live."
Axel: "Well, we're not alone! We got...um...Bro, who we got left?"
zeke: uhhh.... *looking up*
*humming is heard...*
guard: ???
*it sounds like...a school's fight song?*
???: ♪ Brave and bold, black and gold, we fight 'til we're old, 'cause we are the DWMA--hey! ♪
Boots: "?!!"
*Ghosts of athletes descend into the room*
marilyn: ?!?!?!
Boots: "WHAT THE HELL?!"
Athlete 1: "Hey, Jonas was right--it is Bootsy!"
Athlete 2: "You murderous son of a bitch..."
Athlete 3: "YOU OWE ME TWO BUCKS!"
cheerleader: go! fight! kill!
Axel: O_O; "Bro...Did you light up the diesel?"
zeke: where would i even get a lighter? -_-;
Axel: "I don't know--where did Jonas get ghosts?!"
Jonas: *pops up behind Zeke* "You would not believe the number of pissed off washed up athletes attracted to baseball stadiums..."
marilyn: <jonas?!>
Jonas: "Marilyn, hey! What brings you here? ...Why are you tied up?"
marilyn: -__- *stomps on the guard's foot*
Guard: "OW!" *lets go, bumping into Boots--*
Boots: *caught by a ghost* O_O;;; "Now, people, let's not do anything reckless..."
marilyn: *HEADBUTT*
Boots: "UMPH!"
Jonas: "Wait, is this what teamwork is like?"
Axel: "Kinda? Only it doesn't usually involve ghosts. Or pot?"
zeke:....if this is one of those 'moral of the day' stories. it's hella weird.
*the door is knocked down, revealing Kanin in werewolf form, holding up Duncan*
Duncan: *sneezing uncontrollably*
hibiki: axel, zeke!
zeke:.........i just remembered we're kunais. we could have gotten out of this cage easy.
Axel: "... ... Yeah, but...we were investigating. And not trying to escalate or something. Like...finding clues." *holds up the box at Duncan* "See? This was a clue!"
Duncan: *SNEEZES--blowing away the ghosts, freeing Boots*
Boots: "..." *grabs the gun, aims--*
lei-lei: *KICKS THE GUN*
Boots: "AH! Damn you!" *swings his fist--*
hibiki: *cutting marilyn's ropes*
Jonas: "Marilyn!" *floats over to her*
Ghosts: *still plastered against the wall...glaring at Duncan*
marilyn: *PUNCHES BOOTS SMACK IN THE FACE*
Boots: DX *collapses*
Jonas: "..."
marilyn: YOU PILE OF SHIT! IM GOING TO FUCKING CASTRATE YOU AND SHOVE YOUR COCK SO FAR UP YOUR ASS YOU'LL BE COUGHING UP YOUR OWN JIZZ FOR MONTHS!!
Jonas: .\\\\.
zeke:......yo.
Kanin: "...Ma'am? He's unconscious."
marilyn: im sure he'll hear me in his nightmares.
Jonas: "Marilyn...Um...I'm sorry that this happened..."
-morning-
Asher: *walking* "..."
izumi: the ballgame yesterday was fun, wasnt it?
Asher: "What I remember of it...I couldn't follow what the others were saying."
izumi: ....i think that's the same stadium where that robot tournament was....
Asher: "???"
izumi: did i tell you how my mom and dad met? well, i kind of met him first. do you remember whe-
Asher: "Wait, what? Robots, meeting your dad first..."
-izumi explains what all happened-
Asher: "...That was fucking dangerous."
izumi: yeah...but im glad it happened....
Asher: "...Okay. I think I get it now."
izumi: if it werent for him, i probably wouldnt have met you...
Asher: >_>; "Yeah...About that..."
izumi: ???
Asher: "...You both have a nasty habit of trying to save people..."
izumi: ????
Asher: "...It really pissed me off a lot. And I don't think I thanked either of you for that."
izumi: asher.....
Asher: "I held a lot of animosity at you and Spirit, and Hibiki...and at myself, because I didn't ask you to get involved. So, I'm sorry for that."
izumi:.....apology accepted.
Asher: "..." *nods* "Just be more careful, Mother Theresa--a weapon's supposed to pull some of their weight around in this partnership."
lei-lei: hey guys~! *waving to them*
Asher: "Um...Hey?"
Axel: *rambling to nearby students--* "And then we were like, 'Oh, no, we're gonna die!'"
zeke: *waves*
Asher: "Hey...So, what happened to the ghost?"
zeke: axel, marilyn and i saw him off...
Axel: "..." *nods*
izumi: im glad he found peace...
Axel: "And that evil manager's under arrest, so bonus."
genny: so, now what?
hibiki: back to the usual i guess.
Duncan: "Thank goodness--if I saw one more ghost, I'd scream--" *opens a door*
Jonas: *seated in the classroom--with the other athlete ghosts*
izumi: um.... ._.
Kanin: "..." *hands Duncan a pillow*
Duncan: "Thank you." *SCREAMS*
Axel: "What the H are y'all doing back?!"
zeke: there was a heartfelt goodbye and everything!
Jonas: "I know, but then we all remembered something..."
All Ghosts: "We never finished our make-up exam!"
Asher: "... ... ..." *takes their phone* "I'm calling a fucking exorcist."
-mass face fault-
Sid: "Back in my day, when people died, they just stayed dead..."
cheerleader: WHAT'S YOUR EXCUSE?
nygus: *sweatdrop*
Sid: "A witch stabbed me with the Statue of Liberty. I think that deserves a do-over."
hibiki:.....anyways....
-elsewhere-
marilyn: unbelievable...*packing some stuff*
Office Manager: "For someone who just survived a murder scheme, you seem extra moody."
marilyn: well my stupid bitch of a cousin just got herself arrested _and_ in the hospital so now i have to take care of her dog. -_-#
Manager: "What about that photoshoot for DC Sporting Apparel?"
marilyn: just tell tiffani to do it!
Tiffani: *small gasp* "I get to be in a big city photo shoot?!"
marilyn: yes, yes, now get to it!
Tiffani: >w< "THANK YOU!" *hug*
-elsewhere-
Mitsy: *eye bandaged, arms in casts, foot in a sling...and can't reach the TV remote* "..." *grunts, trying to reach*
summer: you should be grateful i even went back for you.
Mitsy: "...Yes, I'm sooooooooo grateful that you pulled me away from that CRAZY INSANE IMBRED MONGREL! Did you see what he did to me?!"
-meanwhile-
leah: mommy! *hugs her mom*
Leah's Mother: TT~TT *hug* "My baby...Thank God!"
old woman: Michael, sweetie, you cant go givin your nana a scare like that!
michael: *hair quirk boy* ^^;
Timmy: *sitting by himself* "..."
timmy's mother: timmy! you're ok, i thought i would never see you again!
mandy: *to the nurse* any luck finding xavier's family?
Timmy: "..." *shaking* "I-I-I can see it..."
timmy's mom: it's ok...*hugging him* mommy's here now.
Nurse: "I'm afraid not. And honestly, given how he's acting, not sure his family would want him back..."
Timmy: "...Mom...You shouldn't have yelled at Dad last night."
timmy's mother:....i know...i was just....i was scared....we both were...
Timmy: "...No, I don't want to get ice cream."
timmy's mother: ??
Timmy: "You were thinking 'Let's get him ice cream, maybe that'll cheer him up.' ..."
timmy's mother: !!
Xavier: *sniffing Timmy's Mother* "I want ice cream."
timmy's mother: oh my!
Xavier: "..." *nudges for a head pet*
nurse: aha! found it! he's in the foster care system!
Timmy: "This is Xavier. He's now a beast."
-elsewhere-
sonia: *sitting on the couch, watching TV*
Chuuya: "Sonia, which fruit would you like?"
sonia: banana.
Chuuya: "You got it..." *sets down waffles, peels a banana* "Miyuri, which fruit?"
miyuri: watermelon! ^w^
Chuuya: "Okay..." *pulls some slices out of the fridge...* "Could you grab the spoons?"
-news seems to be on showing LA-
Chuuya: "Sonia, you'll need to turn that off soon..." *walks into the living room--then looks at the TV*
-seems they are interviewing.....may?-
Chuuya: *was drying a plate--and, upon looking at the TV, drops it*
sonia: !! papa?
Chuuya: *gets up to the TV, looking for more information on the screen*
miyuri: ~??
Chuuya: *takes the remote, turning up the volume*
Interviewer: "Why are you coming forward now?"
may: well, with the pump MIA, and the kids out of harm, i may as well make up for past sins now...
Interviewer: "Are you worried about this 'Pump' seeking retribution?"
may:...i'd be lying if i said i wasnt.
Interviewer: "This all sounds a bit unbelievable. What do you say to viewers who doubt what you're saying about Quirk biochemistry and magic creatures?"
may: they're not as uncommon as you'd think, honestly.
Interviewer: "What will you do now?"
may: im not sure....it's likely i'll serve a prison sentence.
Chuuya: *staring*
sonia: ....
Chuuya: "...Goddamn it..."
sonia: papa?
Chuuya: "...Sorry. Go...have breakfast."
-elsewhere-
tamaki: *playing nekoatsume in her box fort*
Takehisa: *outside the fort* "Tamaki, breakfast." *sets out a plate*
tamaki:...*nom*
Takehisa: "At least your appetite has returned somewhat."
tamaki: *nod*
Takehisa: "Care for anything to drink?"
-elsewhere-
summer:....*sigh* what a night....
*inside looks to be a pretty officious person--whose Quirk is a silkie chicken's head*
summer: officer...
Officer: "Why don't you have a seat, Doctor Smith. That is your name, right--" *reads a file* " 'Summer Cassandra Smith. Quirk: Earth.' Or do you go by 'Rock Giant'?"
summer: depends. though earth titan does sound cool, not going to lie.
Officer: "Maybe you should've updated your QR [Quirk Registration]--seems you had quite a power boost. You doping on that Trigger drug that's been around?"
summer: of course not!
Officer: "I'm no biochemist--but a Quirk mutation like yours just ain't natural. Why did you keep that a secret from us, Doctor?"
summer:......
-two years ago...-
{*sand is all over the bed...*}
{summer: gnnnh...huh? what....where....was i?}
{*creeeeeeeeeeeeek...CRASH*}
{summer: ?!?!?}
{*the bed collapses under her weight*}
{???: *knocking at the door* "Yo, roomie--we got hospital rounds in 20. What're you doing in there?"}
{summer: o-ow...wha...what the hell...?}
{Roommate: *hits Summer* "MONSTER! WHAT'D YOU DO WITH SUMMER?!" >~< ))
{*a mirror knocks over*}
{summer: OW! i _AM_ summer, asshat!}
{Roommate: "How the hell can you be Summer?! She doesn't look like this!" *picks up the mirror*}
{summer: !?!?!? *SCREAMS*}
Officer: "A second-stage mutation...Fascinating." *tosses a newspaper in front of her, showing her chasing In and Out at the boardwalk* "And so you become a vigilante."
summer:.... <-<;;
Officer: "How does it feel being a lawbreaker?" *reaches into their jacket...*
summer: am i going to prison, now?
Officer: *holds up a form, labeled 'Pro Hero Registration'*
summer: ??
Officer: "If you want to avoid jail time, you try out for your license. The next test is in a few months."
-elsewhere-
Pumpkin: *watching the sun rise* "..."
-seems he's hiding in an abandoned church?-
Pumpkin: "..." *looks up at the church bells* "I suppose it's time to wake her up..."
Pumpkin: *climbs up the stairs*
-the creature is asleep in the belltower-
{???: please! i didnt mean to! please....please dont kill me, please! i'll do whatever you want, just spare my life!}
{Pumpkin: "Kill? Whoever said I intended to kill..."}
{-the princess looks up at him, tears of dread in her eyes-}
{Pumpkin: "I want to keep an eye on you forever...so I can see you beg for something as peaceful as death..." *rests a hand on the Princess's cheek*}
{princess: ah-.... !!!! *recoils in pain*}
{Pumpkin: *steps back* "If it's any consolation...I take no pleasure in my retribution."}
{-the girl screams out in agony as her body contorts, her feet twisting into cloven hooves. black, matted fur forming along her skin. her face stretching out as the skin tears away, revealing a horned deer's skull with blood red pupils and torn bat wings-}
???: "Get up."
creature: *growls as it rises up, weakly*
Pumpkin: "...Let's see..." *passes a hand along the creature's fur, looking for injuries*
creature: *snaps at him, snarling*
Pumpkin: *pulls back a hand* "You think you have problems? I just lost my syndicate because of those twits."
creature: .......
Pumpkin: "This is only a setback, of course. I have time. After all, all avenues lead to overcoming Death."
-elsewhere-
"Zack": *flipping through channels* "Pretty good antenna you set up..."
Tech: "Naturally."
riko: ...
*one channel has an interview...*
riko: ?? !!!!
Interviewer: "And so, a collaborator with a criminal awaits her court date."
hachi: is...is that may?!
Zack": "Holy shit--did she burn down that carnival back there?"
girl: she doesnt seem to be the kind to do something like that, but you never know...
Tech: *looking through social media* "Pumpkin monster, Quirk monsters...Jeez."
-elsewhere-
Yoh: *passed out in a hospital bed...then lets out a snort* ("Ugh...I feel like a boulder is on my lungs...") *struggles to open his eyes*
omar: i think he's waking up...
Yoh: "... ... ...Hi. Who are you?"
omar: my name's omar, and this is molly, and-
Timmy: *staring*
Xavier: *sitting on all fours on top of Yoh's chest*
Yoh: ._.; "Um...Were you all at the carnival?"
molly: most of them were.
Yoh: "Great. Well, I--OUCH!" >~< "My ribs..."
nurse: please dont sit on him, his ribs are injured enough!
Nurse 2: *picks up Xavier like a puppy*
Xavier: >3<
Yoh: *sighs* "Th-thanks, nurse--you're a beautiful savior."
nurse: ^^;;
Timmy: "..." *smacks Yoh in the head with the tissue box*
-elsewhere-
In: *looking at a road map*
out: where to?
In: "Anywhere but here--probably outside of the state to avoid local charges...How you feeling about Oregon?"
out: sounds good.
In: "...We got enough cash for one tank of gas...You know what we'll have to do." *looks at a diner*
out: *takes out a pistol*
In: *pulls on a mouth mask...then a pair of sunglasses* "Let's do this."
-elsewhere-
Saria: "Well, now that the ghost murder case is behind us, we have our next assignment..." *hands out...cookbooks*
lei-lei: oooh!
Asher: "...What?"
Axel: "Oh, no, please tell us we're not having to hunt some demon chefs or something."
Rin: *walking by--and sneezes*
Saria: "Hibiki didn't tell you? There's a summer festival, and the first years have to make some of the dishes!"
izumi: oh wow! that sounds like fun!
Kanin: *nods* "We can design a variety of recipes--"
Saria: "--with cute little Lord Death cupcakes--"
genny: is there a theme?
Saria: "... ... ..." *deflated* "No, we're supposed to think of one--and my brain is empty." TT~TT
lukas: why dont we do a raffle for it? we each write down a theme and then pick it from a hat.
Duncan: "That's stupid. What we should do is write down a theme and pick them out of a hat."
Monica: "... ... ..."
yolanda: im beginning to wonder if he's hard of hearing...
Yafeu: "WE'VE JUST LEARNED TO IGNORE HIS BUFFOONERY." *already writing a theme--* "WHICH OF Y'ALL HAS A HAT FOR US TO DROP OUR THEMES INTO?! GIVE IT UP!"
-elsewhere-
Anya: "Zzz..."
tsugumi: anya....*nudge*
Anya: "Nngh...Missing my flight..."
ao: on the contrary, we're landing now.
Anya: *eyes open* "Wh-What?" *looks out the window* "..." *gets quiet*
mio: zzzzz.....
Meme: "Oh, wow--it looks so old-fashion!"
Anya: -___-# "It's called 'scenic.'"
Flight Attendant: *to Tsugumi* <Ma'am, are you finished with your beverage?>
tsugumi: um.... *looks at her phrasebook* <yes ham>
Anya: "PFFT!" *covers her mouth*
Flight Attendant: OwO; <Hee hee...Um, you're welcome?>
tsugumi: ???
Anya: "Y-You--ha ha--said 'Yes, ham'!"
tsugumi: um i-i meant <the bee's royal bonnet is fresh and mysterious>!
Anya: "HA HA HA HA!"
tsugumi: D8> ?????
Flight Attendant: O_O; ("Is this a threat? A code? Should I alert the pilot?")
Meme: <Please forgive my friend--she hasn't picked up the language yet while we're traveling with the Princess as her entourage.> *smiles*
tsugumi: TTwTT;;
Flight Attendant: <Oh, okay then--PRINCESS?!>
Anya: <Since when did _you_ pick up the language?!>
Meme: *shrugs*
mio: zzz....
Anya: "And ix-nay on the incess-pray!"
Meme: "What language is that?"
Anya: "GRRRR!"
-elsewhere-
Denki: "Man, I am getting anxious--the summer camp is going to be lit!"
ochako: heck yeah! nature walks, ghost stories and SMORES!!
Iida: "...'Some mores'?"
Todoroki: "...Is it a bug bite infection?"
jirou: you never heard of s'mores?
mina: *GASP* THEY'RE ONLY LIKE, A SUMMER STAPLE!
Todoroki: "...They are an emergency food supply while camping?"
momo: well, a 'smore' typically consists of two graham crackers, a bit of chocolate and a toasted marshmallow.
Iida: "Hmm...Sounds rather fatty...And gooey."
mina: it's also super tasty!
Todoroki: "Huh...No, never had one."
mina: NAAAAAANIIIII?!
Todoroki: "?!!!! It-It just never came up..."
ochako: well we'll just have to fix that then, wont we?
Todoroki: "...Okay?"
Iida: *already updating the shopping list*
-elsewhere-
Meme: "Oooooo! Such a pretty building!"
tsugumi: this is your _house_?!
Anya: >_>; "...Yes?"
Meme: "Maybe 'castle' would be more accurate?"
mio: big....
*the large doors begin to open*
*there's an entire battalion of maids, chauffeurs, cooks, and butlers*
mio: ._.;;
maid: <WELCOME HOME!!>
Anya: <H-Hello, Bentina. You're looking well...>
maid 2: <are these your friends?>
Anya: <Um...Classmates and weapon?>
maid 3: <so good to meet you all!>
Meme: <Likewise, ma'am!>
-elsewhere-
Dazai: *looking around the corner* "Okay, target spotted. Now, remember the plan?"
atsushi: *nods*
Dazai: "Good...There! He's walking up to that apartment..."
atsushi: *following*
Dazai: *looks up the stairs--then holds an arm out, stopping Atsushi* "Ah...So that's how it is." *smirks*
*a woman steps out of the apartment with a child*
atsushi: ?? isnt that-
Kunikida: *nods to the woman* "Ready?"
???: *nods*
child: *stares at the ground*
Kunikida: "???" *looking at the child* "I think you'll like it--it has chicken fingers."
Dazai: "Hohoho~ How scandalous...No wonder he's been keeping this a secret."
atsushi: dont they look kind of similar, though?
Dazai: "Atsushi, for someone with tiger eyes, you're missing key details--"
Kunikida: O_O#
atsushi: O-O;;
child: !!!
Dazai: "Right, see? If you just opened your eyes more widely, you'd be able to see--" *looks behind him* OwO; "Oh, shit."
woman: doppo, do you know these people?
Kunikida: -_-# "Unfortunately. These are--"
Dazai: *takes the woman's hand* "Hello~ I am the most valuable person in Doppo's life."
woman: e-eh? ._.;
child: ...hah?
Kunikida: O________O#
Dazai: "You see, he is my fiance."
atsushi: ^-^;; w-we're his coworkers! f-from the- WHAT?!
woman: EH?! DOPPO WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME?!
Kunikida: *--then lifts Dazai up--and slams him into the sidewalk*
atsushi: D8
Kunikida: -_-# "This flatten troll is my coworker. The timid child behind him is one of my proteges at work."
atsushi: im 19, but yeah. ^^; nice to meet you, ma'am.
child:....*kicks dazai in the crotch*
Dazai: "OUCH-WOO-HOO-HOO..." X~X
woman: sweetie, that's not very polite.
child: he seems sketchy...
Kunikida: "Good instincts, Saila." *sighs* "Atsushi, this is my sister, Yoko."
atsushi: oh! that makes sense.
saila: *staaaaaaaaaare*
Kunikida: "Yes, they are."
Dazai: *already back on his feet, leaning towards Yoko* "So, I bet you have a lot of embarrassing stories about your big bro~"
yoko: ^^; actually, he's my _little_ brother.
Dazai: "No! Really? But you look so young. I guess that's to be expected--Doppo is such a hard worker and carries himself in such a mature fashion. He really is the glue that holds our workplace together."
Kunikida: -______-
yoko: well im glad you hold him in such high regard. *smiles*
Dazai: "We all do. He's being groomed to lead our organization in the future. Let's talk about it further over dinner--"
Kunikida: "You're not invited."
yoko: now doppo, dont you think you're being a bit unfair?
Kunikida: "You don't know him like I--"
Dazai: "No, no, I understand--" *grabs Atsushi, holding him up* "After all, it's not like this poor boy hasn't been starving for a meal while working so hard to finish Doppo's research for him while he's been out of the office all day."
atsushi: -___-;; please dont drag me into whatever you're doing here.
Dazai: *whispers* "Don't you want a free meal?"
-elsewhere-
Anya: *being dressed by maids* "..."
Meme: <Is it really okay to borrow these clothes?> *in a fancy dress*
mio: *having her hair done up* =~=;;
maid: *struggling with mio's hair*
Maid: "Oh, the collar on this one is lovely on you." *adjusts Ao's collar*
ao: fufu, <why thank you~> ^^
tsugumi: ow! >~< t-tight!
Anya: >_>; <Is all of this really necessary...>
Maid: <You do not wish to disappoint your parents, do you?>
Anya: "..."
tsugumi: (i had no idea being a princess was so exhausting!)
maid: *has ajusted mio's hair into a bun....but the tie breaks and her hair just gets loose* grrrr! that's it! *her fingers turn into scissors and she cut's mio hair short*
mio: 0_o ?!?! HEY!
Meme: D8>
maid 2: calpurnia!!
calpurnia: s-sorry... i just got frustrated.
Anya: <At least ask someone before you just cut their hair!>
Meme: "Mio..."
mio: *looks in the mirror* actually, it doesnt look all that bad.
Meme: ^^; "Y-Yes, it does..."
calpurnia: *snipsnipsnip*
mio: wow! i barely recognize myself! thanks!
maid 2: *sweatdrop*
tsugumi: wow, so you're a weapon too?
maid 3: oh yes. we have lots of weapons employed here. why, before the princess was born, we had a maid who was a guillotine!
Meme: "Huh. That's not very common--although, we have one of those in Death City."
maid 3: the death scythe, justin law, yes?
Meme: *nods*
ao: i wonder if perhaps there is a relation of sorts?
Anya: *swallows*
maid 3: perhaps, but sadly she isnt around to ask. she left shortly around the time the king married anya's mother after the previous queen passed away.
Meme: "??? Previous?"
maid 3: oh yes. she was quite ill and died. oh the poor king was so devastated by it. but soon the new queen came and they have been quite happy, and soon our little anastasia was born~ ^^
Anya: -~-;
mio: ...... *lightbulb* dude. DUUUUUUUUUUUUDE.
Meme: "Eh?"
tsugumi: mio?
mio: um.....can we get a moment to ourselves, please?
Maid: *looks around* "Okay, but dinner will be served soon." *exits with the others*
tsugumi: you ok?
mio: anya...what do you think of justin law?
Anya: "??? Huh? Well, initial interactions with him were...disturbing."
{Anya: "I can't believe you got us lost down here!"}
{Meme: Q_Q; "It's not my fault--I just couldn't remember which way to go! Tsugumi, let's go left."}
{*it sounds like a quiet thumping sound behind them...*}
{tsugumi: wait....do you guys hear that?}
{Anya: "..." *gulps*}
{Meme: *looks behind*}
{???: *grin* "Are you girls lost?"}
{-SCREEEEEEEEAM-}
tsugumi: turns out, he actually wasnt all that bad. ^^;
mio: yeah yeah, but im asking anya her opinion here. -A-;
Anya: -_-# "Well, despite that unsettling early encounter, I suppose he is friendly enough, maybe a little too serious for his own good, but the girl he's been watching over seems to find him tolerable..." >_>;
mio: ok....not, i dont want you to freak out too much, but....im thinking...maybe..just maybe....you two might be brother and sister.
Meme: "..." O_O
Anya: "...Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha. No, no, that's just...ridiculous."
tsugumi: now that you mention it, they do look similar...
Meme: "Especially when they're both frowning."
Anya: *puffed out cheeks, looking irritated*
Meme: *points* "Yeah, like that."
ao: ohoho~ how scandalous~
tsugumi: aochi!
Anya: *growls* "Why did you have to bring up something like this before dinner with my parents?!"
mio:... s-sorry. i just put two and two together, and....nevermind...
Anya: >\\\\< *storms out*
Meme: "..." *pats Mio's back*
mio:....dammit! i fucked up, didnt i?
Meme: "I wouldn't say that...But what's done is done now."
mio:...*sigh* she probably hates me now...
tsugumi: to be fair, what you said was a pretty intense accusation. she probably needs some time to think things through.
Meme: *nods* "And she tends to get easily riled up--just give her time."
mio: *sigh* ok. and if she wants, she can punch me right in the face.
Meme: ^^; "Maybe in a duel back at the Academy--I don't think her majesty would try that in her kingdom."
-elsewhere-
*in a therapist's office*
Receptionist: "Tamaki Kotatsu?"
tamaki: *awkwardly raises her hand*
nozomi: here!
Receptionist: "Ah, will you be accompanying Miss Kotatsu, ma'am?" *leads them to the doctor's room*
nozomi: *nods*
tamaki: nozomi, you dont have to do this if you dont want-
nozomi: it's ok, tamaki. we're friends, arent we?
tamaki:....*small smile*
*the door opens*
Xinyi: "??? Tamaki? Hello, I'm Xinyi."
tamaki: *nods*
Xinyi: *shakes Nozomi's hand* "And you are?"
nozomi: nozomi harada, tamaki's friend.
Xinyi: "Ah. Are you also in the 8th?"
nozomi: *nods*
Xinyi: "Well, this is an initial meeting, so let's take things easily. I'd like to get to know a bit about you. How does that sound?'
tamaki: ok...
Xinyi: *nods* "How has today been? What have you been up to?"
-elsewhere-
Kunikida: -_-; "At least chew quietly, Atsushi..."
atsushi: sorry.
saila: *NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM*
Dazai: "You aren't criticizing your niece, though."
saila: *GROWLS*
Dazai: O_O; "Jeez, I can see the resemblance."
Kunikida: *making the same expression as Saila*
yoko: ^^; so, you say you're detectives?
Dazai: "Indeed. We take all kinds of cases--theft, kidnapping, missing persons, blackmail, murder--"
atsushi: um, is this really something to ask in front of a little kid?
Kunikida: "While I'm inclined to agree, Saila has heard about some of this just from the news."
yoko: i've tried to shield her from the worst of it, but you know how kids can be sometimes…
Dazai: "Always getting into trouble, little missy?"
saila: dont talk to me, evil bandage man.
Dazai: OwO; "...Jeez, what is it with kids calling me that?"
Kunikida: "Children do not like you and refer to the numerous bandages over your suicidal corpse-like body that continues shambling around like a zombie that refuses to die."
atsushi:.....*clap* so! who wants dessert? ^^;;;
Dazai: TTwTT "I do. Something with chocolate, please."
-elsewhere-
King Yngling: *led into the dining hall*
queen yngling: are you nervous?
King: "..." *nods*
queen yngling: im sure everything will be fine.
King: "Let us hope..." *looks through the doors--and stops mid-step*
queen yngling: ??
*The young women have lined up*
mio: <-<;
ao: it's a pleasure to finally meet you. *bows*
Meme: "!!!" *bows as well*
Anya: *wringing her hands, even as she tries to look calm*
tsugumi: *nods*
King: "...Anastasia."
Anya: *gulp*
queen: welcome home, dear.
Anya: "Th-Thank you." *slight nod* "Y-You're looking...well."
-elsewhere-
Hyde: *at the counter* "Yeah, cat ears on a motorcycle helmet. Wild, right?"
kyouko: hey, im here.
Ragnarok: *groans* "Kill me now, I was waiting forever--this guy is sooooooooo boring." *long sip on a Slurpree next to a sign: "No free food for employees"*
kyouko: *growls*
Hyde: -_-# "I already filed a report with the boss to deduct it from his paycheck."
Ragnarok: "OH YEAH! THEN I MIGHT AS WELL RETURN IT!" *moves to throw the Slurpee at Hyde's head--*
kyouko: *grabs ragnarok by the neck and pours the slurpee into his mouth* you may as well FINISH IT!
Ragnarok: @o@ "GLUB GLUB GLUUUUUU!"
Hyde: "..." *snaps a pic*
Ragnarok: *groaning with his tongue numb* "BWAYHN FWEEZE!"
kyouko: well you should have thought of that earlier. -_-#
Hyde: "So, I was saying that I heard the soda and juice delivery was disrupted by a motorcycle on the road."
kyouko: oh?
Hyde: "Left a real mess, too--we lost a crate of that new All 'Might'-amin C sports drink." *pats a case on the counter* "I saved it for those two weirdos that pass by here."
kyouko: jeez. and the driver?
Hyde: "...What do I care? For once, it wasn't a part-time job I was doing that got screwed up by shenanigans."
kyouko: well what if they got seriously hurt, huh?
Hyde: "They're probably fine. I saw some driver pull over and drag them in. Granted, that driver was kind of erratic. And almost hit the cat-ear motorcyclist. And went over the bypass."
-elsewhere-
Kunikida: "That was a good establishment for a meal. Would have been better if some people paid their share of the meal..."
Dazai: >w>;
atsushi: *carrying saila* it was nice meeting you, ma'am.
saila: zzz....
yoko: likewise. *smiles*
Kunikida: "...I'm sorry again that this did not turn out as expected."
yoko: it's fine.
Dazai: "We'll be sure to make it up to you next time~" *shakes her hand*
atsushi: *hands saila back over to yoko*
saila: =~= mmn...
Kunikida: *whispers* "We'll head out so she can get to bed..." *nods*
-elsewhere-
Xinyi: "It was good to speak with you, and I'll see you next week. Be well to yourself, okay?"
tamaki: yes, thank you.
nozomi: ^^ say, why dont we get some ice cream?
tamaki: yeah, i am pretty hungry.
-elsewhere-
Waiters: *bringing out the food*
tsugumi: *shiny eyes* wooow! fancy!
Meme: "...How many sauces are there? Is this IHOP? This is IHOP, right?"
Anya: =~=;
King: "It's quite a selection, isn't it? Frederic put in effort to make Anastasia's favorite meal..."
mio: .~.
Anya: "!!! Y-You m-m-mean..."
*a dish is set out: Iberico ham with white truffles--price tag: $333,700*
tsugumi: holy......moly.....
mio: *JAWDROP*
Meme: "??? Your favorite dish is ham and grits?"
Anya: *frowns* "It's Iberico ham with white truff--"
King: "Ha!"
queen: ^^;
Anya: .\\\\. *gulps* "Th-Thank you for the meal." *nom*
King: *looks at Tsugumi* "Thank you for keeping an eye on our daughter, especially during that witch affair."
tsugumi: o-of course sir- I MEAN YOUR HIGHNESS! ^^;;;;
King: " 'Charles' is fine, um...Sue-goo-mee, yes?"
tsugumi: a-are you sure, sir? and yes, it's Tsugumi. ^^;
King: "I insist--it would be an awkward discussion to keep hearing 'King' this, 'Queen' that, 'Princess' over there."
Anya: =_=; "Father."
ao: i must say, the food is quite exquisite.
Meme: "This is the most flavorful food I have ever eaten..." *cutting into quail*
-elsewhere-
sonia: papa...are you sure you're alright?
Chuuya: "S-Sure, yeah..."
sonia:.....
Chuuya: "I'm sorry, just a lot on my mind."
sonia:....would you like to talk about it?
Chuuya: "Oh, um...Just thinking about your mother."
sonia:.....*hug*
Chuuya: *pat pat*
sonia:.....that's not the only thing bothering you right now, is it?
Chuuya: "...Do you remember that woman we saw on the news?"
sonia:..*nod*
Chuuya: "I think she was someone we knew long ago."
sonia:....
Chuuya: "I lost track of her after leaving the Sheep...and now she's suddenly on TV."
-elsewhere-
*it sounds like something clicking in the girls' dormitory*
EF: ??
*something runs on all fours in the shadows of the hall*
EF: ??? *follows*
Karl: "EEP!"
EF: AH! RACCOON!
rowena: *opens the door*
Karl: *hides behind Rowena*
rowena: oh! karl! what are you doing here? is edgar with you?
Karl: *shakes his head*
rowena: do you know where he might be?
-a shrill scream is heard from the foyer-
EF: !!! *runs to see*
misery: *smacking poe with a broom*
Poe: "OW! WHERE AM--OW!"
misery: WHO SENT YOU?!
rowena: miss misery stop! that's my brother!!
misery: oh, is he now?
Poe: "Rowena?! What is going on?! Why am I not in bed?!!"
rowena: are you alright??
Poe: Q__Q "I don't know--What is happening?! How did I get here?!" *his feet look to be covered in mud*
-elsewhere-
nozomi: how is it?
tamaki: delicious....*nom*
*the city square is getting a bit busier as the evening starts...there are families with kids running around*
tamaki: *watches out the window*
*one kid cups her hands together--and produces a blue light, showing it to the others*
-some of the other kids gather in awe-
Girl: "Mama isn't sure what's causing it."
girl 2: it's so pretty!
Girl: ^^; "Auntie nearly fainted, though."
tamaki: ....
Boy: *picking his nose, looking up at Tamaki and Nozomi in the window* "...They're staring."
tamaki: *looks back down at her food, sheepishly*
nozomi: ^^;
-elsewhere-
Asher: *sitting on the porch* "..."
sachiko: you coming in? we're making paella tonight.
Asher: *looking at the sky* "Wh-What? Oh, sorry--was...just looking."
sachiko:...anything on your mind?
Asher: "S-Sorry, everything's fine..." *inches back*
sachiko: well, dinner's just about ready.
Asher: "...Sorry." *gets up to walk inside*
sachiko: hey, you dont have to apologize for anything. *smiles*
Asher: "O-Okay..." *looks down, walks--and hits the glass door*
sachiko: woah, careful there!
Asher: "S-Sorry--not used to glass doors...Um..." *walks around it, pulling their hoodie over their face*
cassidy: *helping spirit cook*
Spirit: "Now, stir in the broth...Slowly."
-elsewhere-
Kazue: "..." *looks down from a rooftop at people congregating in a park*
*looks like a couple strolling by*
girl: ^^
Couple 2: *smiles* "I had a really good time..."
*it looks like someone is following through the bushes*
girl: me too. im so glad we met. ^///^
Couple 2: "Same...It's like destiny..." *leans in*
Person Hiding: *watching...reaches into their pocket*
girl: it's the will of our lord....*reaching into her bag*
Person Hiding: ("Oh, God, it's fundies--this is going to be even better...") *pulls out a gun--*
Couple 2: "Indeed." *turns to look at the bushes--and points*
Person Hiding: "?!"
Kazue: "..."
girl: for our lord's sake....*takes out a knife* we'll end your life!!
Person Hiding: "Shit!" *aims, pulls the trigger--*
girl: *lunges*
Person Hiding: *SCREAMING*
*SHIK*
*a ninja star lands*
girl: *screams as she holds her injured hand, dropping the knife* ?!
*an arrow with a rope attached lodges into a tree--before Kazue slides down on a bow, landing near the couple*
Kazue: *stares*
girl: who are you?!
Kazue: *pulls out a katana and wakizashi--and swings at the girl*
girl: *lunges at them*
Kazue: *dodges--*
*SWING*
*something long, fleshy, and stretchy smacks Kazue in the face*
Kazue: "URK!" *knocked into the tree with a loud CRUNCH*
Couple 2: *pulls back their stretched-out flesh* "Hmph."
Person Hiding: "SHIT!" *tries to run*
girl: hehehe... *throws the knife at their ankle*
*direct hit*
Person Hiding: *screams, the knife pinning their leg into the ground*
-elsewhere-
*underneath Death City is a dusty room...Old ofuda is tattered...There are sliced chains along the ground...The ceiling looks like it was patched, as if something had launched out of this room...*
???: *inhales* "So...This is where Lord was sealed."
lena: ......
Gas Mask Doctor: "This should prove nicely for our uses..." *strokes one of the pillars, shuddering*
-he seems to have a brief memory of a young woman dressed as a witch?-
{Gas Doc: *stares*}
lena: doctor?
Gas Doc: *pulls back his hand* "Onto the next phase..." *pulls out a drill*
-elsewhere-
Kid: *shudders under bedsheets* "N-No..."
stocking: hnn? kid?
Kid: *shaking, whimpering*
stocking:...*holds him*
Kid: *sniffle*
stocking: *kiss*
Kid: "St-Stocking..." *holds onto her*
stocking: im here....
Kid: "I-I felt it again...The madness."
stocking:.....should we tell your dad?
Kid: *nods* "I think we sh--"
*a baby crying is heard*
stocking: *gets up*
Shiori: *crying*
lord death: there there, sweetie. daddy's here...
Kid: "F-Father..."
lord death: kid, you're up as well?
Kid: "There's something wrong...Madness."
lord death: ....
Kid: "Something is here again...After Tombstone, it may be the same group."
-elsewhere-
mio:.....
Anya: *grumbling* "So embarrassing--the spy stories, the baby photos, even the 'baby Anya' doll. Father, why are you like this..."
mio: *ahem*
Anya: "EEP!" *turns around* "I-I wasn't monologuing!" >_<#
mio: so.....how are things?
Anya: -_-# "Annoying." *crosses her arms* "You enjoy hearing Mother bring up 'The Toothy Song'?"
mio: i didnt hear.....listen, i-
Anya: "Haven't you said enough?"
mio: IM SORRY, OK?!
Anya: "OH, NOW YOU'RE SORRY?! AFTER YOU SAID SOMETHING THAT AWFUL?!!"
mio: i know! i said something stupid and probably hurt your feelings a-and i have no excuse for what i did.
Anya: "You're right, you had no excuse!" >3<
mio: you probably hate me now, dont you? well you have every right to, after what i said. i wasnt thinking and im just a complete dumbass...*wipes her eyes*
Anya: "... ... ..." *groans--hug*
mio: ?!?!
Anya: "You're not a complete dumbass..." >_>;
mio: .....
Anya: "...Look, there have been all sorts of nasty rumors circulating around this family for generations."
mio:.....
Anya: "I-I don't know what I'd do if this was something Father did."
mio:......
???: if what was something your father did?
Anya: O_O "EEP!" *turns*
kathleen: *she seems concerned*
Anya: "...Mother...I am scared to ask."
kathleen:.....come inside girls. anastasia, im sure your father will want to discuss this with you in private.
Anya: "I don't know as much as I should about Father's previous wife."
kathleen: *sad smile* so you've figured that out, have you?
Anya: "I'm not sure what I have figured out--especially as it was Mio--...my friends, who had made certain inferences."
kathleen: i see....i dont know her as well as charles did, but i do know that she was rather scholary.
Anya: "I see...Did she write or teach or...?"
kathleen: her biggest passion was giving the people of yngling good education, and she was especially fond of mathmatics.
Anya: *wrings her hands* "How did she pass?"
kathleen: she was very ill. apperantly, she had always had poor health and often stayed indoors as a result. eventually, she lost all her strength and just withered away.....
Anya: "Oh...I can't imagine how Father must have felt."
kathleen: .....honestly, i feel a bit jealous of her sometimes. i know, it's petty of me...
Anya: *swallows* "O-Oh? S-Sorry, I didn't mean to..."
kathleen: it's quite alright. your father and i may be king and queen, but at the end of the day, we're still only human...
Anya: "...That's why I'm afraid of what Mio said about Father and...the..."
kathleen: ....if anything did happen between them, it happened before i married your father.
Anya: "But if he did, how can you trust him to honor his vows?"
*the doors open*
kathleen: !!
Charles: *enters*
kathleen: i'll just take my leave then.
Anya: D8
-morning-
Black Star: *snoring...as he is somehow in the basement...with a hole in the basement ceiling above him*
otogiri: .....
*it looks like a hole in the kitchen--with the fridge door ripped off, too*
Black Star: *curled up with the fridge door*
tsubaki: .............WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!
Black Star: *yawns, smacks his lips, looks up* "...Oh, hey, when did we get a sky window?"
-elsewhere-
mami: *yaaawn*
*it sounds like knocking...*
mami: ?? yes?
*it's not coming from the front door...it's coming from the closet*
mami: ??? chrona?
Crona: *standing in the midst of items in the closet, holding their head* "Wh-What is wrong--Who--I--" *they're crying...*
mami:........*hugs them* it's ok. im here now...
Crona: *whimpers* "I could feel it...The blood is still..."
mami: we'll talk to stein later today if you want.
Crona: "I-I think we need to..."
*there's now a knock on the front door*
mami: *looks out the peephole*
*...there's a hedgehog, dragging a twitching Ragnarok, who is sprawled on the floor*
mami: ._.;
licht: -_-;
Ragnarok: "WWAAAAAAAAH!" *holding his head* "WORSE THAN THE BRAIN FREEZE! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" *...he's crying black blood*
mami: oh.....oh dear...
-elsewhere-
Damon: *has the TV on--and there's a news report about a stabbing in the park* "..."
soul: =~= *making coffee....or at least trying to*
Damon: "...Dad, do you need help?" *mutes the TV*
soul: *grunt*
Damon: *grabs the coffee grinder, plugs it in, pours in the beans, and--*
*LOUD GRIND*
becky: ._.;
-elsewhere-
Spirit: *parks at the DWMA* "Sorry to run, but Lord Death called an emergency meeting. You two get to class, okay?"
Asher: "..." *nods*
izumi: ok, we will.
Saria: *walking up the stairs* "--and I found a really good ceviche recipe!"
Axel: T~T "Mom was major upset at missing that call..."
Kanin: "Amelia, you okay?"
*it looks like someone lands on top of the spire at DWMA...*
amelia: just a bit uneasy....
lukas: sorry we're lat- *TRIPS...right out of his clothes somehow* EEP! >///<;;
preston: good mornin, y'all. ^^
Saria: "..." *passes out, starting to topple back down the stairs*
Kazue: *on top of the spire...* *pants...* *lets go of the spire, starting to fall...*
Yafue: "JEEZ, LUKAS, COVER UP!" *takes off his jacket, draping it over him*
Asher: "?!" *catches Saria*
izumi: !!!
hibiki: oh shit!
lei-lei: hyup! *jumps up to catch them*
Kazue: *unconscious...they are bloodied*
amelia: !!!!
izumi: come on! let's get them to nygus!
Kanin: "Right! Clear the way! We got injured!"
-elsewhere-
yuma: *walking up a hill following mifune*
Mifune: *he's quiet as he marches ahead*
-wind rustles through the tree on top of the hill-
Mifune: *approaches a marker on the hill* "..." "Takane...I am here..." *gets onto his knees* *rests his hand on the tree...a slight wheeze is heard*
yuma: mifune?
Mifune: *wiping his eyes* "Hmm?"
yuma: will you be ok?
Mifune: "...You never are fully okay with this."
yuma:......should i head back, or..?
Mifune: "No. Please, stay..." *shivering*
yuma:......miss takane? i hope you're well, wherever you are.
Mifune: *nods*
yuma: i really owe mr mifune a lot. he saved my life back then, and i hope that im able to repay him somehow. he's a very kind person.
Mifune: *clenches his jaw*
-elsewhere-
Tezca: *transmitting on a mirror, a jungle behind him* "Hold up--Kishin worshippers? Huh?"
marie: *over her own mirror on a plane* great, just as im off on a mission, too.
Spirit: *quiet* "..."
Yumi: "It's actually good for you to be near your jurisdiction, though: we are proceeding with emergency rules for each sector."
soul: *over mirror while eating breakfast* meaning...?
Yumi: "Increased security around embassies, local law enforcement in major cities will be supplemented by DWMA staff, anti-madness medicines--"
soul: ah..
Tezca: "THAT MEDICINE'S JUST A PLACEBO, AND YOU KNOW IT!"
-elsewhere-
Tokoyami: "I at least appreciated the bright lights, but it was all too...gaudy."
ochako: hey guys! happy tanabata!
Izuku: "Same! Are you going to the town center for the wishes this afternoon?"
ochako: you bet!
Hagakure: "We should go as a class! What do you say, Bak--"
Bakugo: *FROWN*
sero: so how's the new job? ^^
Bakugo: "HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?!!"
sero: it's all over social media. *pulls up his twitter account* see?
ochako: oh my gosh! *stiffled laughter*
eijiro: no way, you're working at scoops ahoy?!
jirou: but... but _how_?
Bakugo: *grabbing for Sero's phone* "GIVE ME THAT!"
satou: they made it a real place?! SWEET!
Monoma: *hiding in the bushes, chuckling to himself*
jirou: monoma, you know we can see you, right?
Monoma: "..." *pulls back a bit* "Can you still see me?"
jirou: we still know you're there, idiot.
Monoma: "I asked can you see me, not whether you knew I was still here!"
Izuku: "That outfit is rather flattering though, Kacchan--"
Bakugo: *grabs Izuku by the face*
aizawa: alright, settle it down, kids. we can discuss bakugou's ridiculous looking uniform later.
Bakugo: "IT'S NOT MY CHOICE--IT'S THE UNIFORM! I DON'T SEE Y'ALL CRITICIZING ALL THE STUPID ASS UNIFORMS YOU ALL WEAR! LIKE BUNNY EARS AND SHIT!"
Izuku: *muffled* "Please let go of my face..."
Mineta: *staring at tweets of Pony in the outfit* "..."
mina: *YEETS MINETA INTO THE TRASH*
Monoma: "..." *shifts back from the trash can, still carrying the bushes with him*
Hagakure: "Is the food any good there, or do people go for the cute outfits?"
-elsewhere-
Kazue: "Zzzz..." *grunts, tries to sit up--then grimaces in pain*
amelia: .....
Asher: "Yo. You look like crap."
Kazue: *grunts, reaching around for a sign to communicate--and can't find one* "?!! ..." *touches their face and--* O\\\\\\O;
izumi: how do you feel?
Kazue: "..." *points to their throat* *coughs*
izumi: *takes out a notebook and pen* here.
Kazue: -_-# *writes* "Water!"
izumi: *goes to get some*
Axel: "So...Why the mask?"
Kanin: "How did you get so beaten up?!"
Duncan: "You just act like this to pretend you're cool, don't you?"
lei-lei: *chop*
Kazue: *sips* "...Ninja aesthetic, Kishin worshippers, and fuck you, you pretentious clod."
Yafeu: "...HOLY CRAP, THEY TALKED!"
amelia: !!
Kazue: *cough* "Of course I can talk--I'm just exhausted with having prolonged conversations over nothing."
Asher: "...Mood."
hibiki: so what happened?
Kazue: "I was attacked by some couple."
Duncan: "...You walked in on them?"
lei-lei: *chop x2*
Kazue: "They were Kishin worshippers--with stretchy skin, like the original Kishin. Then they killed some mugger and went after me."
izumi: !!
Asher: *looks at Izumi*
Axel: "How did you escape without them killing you?"
Kazue: "Fought like hell..." *looks at scrapes and cuts all over their arms* "..."
*the nurse's office door opens*
izumi: did you tell lord death abou-
Lord Death: "Tell Lord Death what?"
-one explanation later-
Lord Death: "No, I heard about that--but that's being taken care of."
amelia:....
Lord Death: "For now, we're increasing security, including escorting students home. Oh, and there will be a curfew."
Yafeu: "THAT'S SOME ABUSE OF POWER SHIT, SIR!"
*the nurse's door opens again*
Zarya: "Nurse Naigus, could you look at Monica? She is sick and being obstinate--" *looks around--then stares at Kazue*
Kazue: "..."
Zarya: "..."
Monica: =_=# "I'm not sick! I'm..." *yawns* "...just exhausted."
nygus: well i'll be the judge of that...
Monica: "Man, I don't have time for this! I got classes and-- ... Albarn, why is everyone crowded into this room? And who's that in the bed with the sour disposition?"
Kazue: -_-#
-one explanation later. again-
Monica: "..." *shaking a bit* "N-No."
*she starts scratching*
yolanda: monica....
Monica: "Last night...I think I saw that?"
izumi: really?
Monica: "Y-Yeah? I don't know? It was all kind of a mess and--"
Zarya: "She puked all over her bed."
Monica: "?!!!" *GLARES*
stephanie: it was, like, suuuuper gross.
Zarya: "Black. Like when you eat too many Oreos--"
Axel: "--and it makes your stool all black?"
Zarya: "Yes, exactly what the less annoying twin said."
zeke: ^^;; erm....
Lord Death: "Hmm. That's funny. Kiddo and baby Shiori also did not react well. And Soul called in sick for today's Death Scythe meeting. ... I guess you all need more vitamin C and some rest!" ^w^
nygus: sir, are you really going to ignore the elephant in the room? -_-;
Lord Death: "Oh? We have one of those as a student now?"
nygus: SIR.
Lord Death: "Hmm? Oh--yes. Well, given the presence of Kishinites, we likely have an increase in the Madness Wavelength, thereby affecting individuals more keenly attuned to it, whether shinigami, powerful meisters, or those who were in contact with the Black Blood. And we may be able to use the heightened sensitivity of those individuals--"
Monica: "Who you calling 'sensitive'?"
Lord Death: "--to suss out these no-good-niks!"
-elsewhere-
*drip drip drip*
Skinwalker: *pants...wiping its maw*
lena: *making a doll?*
Skinwalker: *rattling noise in the back of its throat*
lena: would you like some more food?
Skinwalker: "..." *bows*
lena: *takes a machete and goes into a room*
*sobs are heard inside*
man: *chained to the wall, missing a leg* you crazy fuck! when i get out of here, im going to rip your little head off!
lena: is that so?.......*swings at the man's arm*
man: *screaming in agony* SHIT!
Skinwalker: *dog-like confused grunt*
lena: *hacking at the arm until it's severed*
man: *screaming and gasping in pain, almost vomiting*
lena: *takes the arm and gives it to skinwalker*
Skinwalker: *salivating--before chomping into it*
-elsewhere-
Yoh: "I'll get you!" *imitating a giant kaiju, chasing the kids* "RAWR!"
girl: eek! >w<
child: hahaha!
Xavier: *leaping off of walls, trying to land on Yoh*
Nurse: -_-# "Patient Zero is still not resting...And the cops told us to keep him in bed."
-elsewhere-
miyuri: *writing on her wish paper* ^^
-the letters float up and circle her before returning to the paper-
Chuuya: "Okay, kiddos, time to offer your wishes."
sonia: *looks at her paper*
-she's only written 'a new book'-
Chuuya: "Care to share what you put down?"
miyuri: miyuri wants to make lots of friends! ^^
Chuuya: "That's nice...Sonia?"
sonia: just a new book...
Chuuya: "I see...Anything in particular, like a novel or something else?"
sonia: im not too picky on the genre.....
Chuuya: "..." *nods, pats her shoulder* "It's a fine wish."
sonia: thank you....what about you?
Chuuya: "Hmm...I hadn't thought about that...There's nothing I was wanting personally..."
sonia: ......*glances at his paper*
*it does seem to have a few words, namely 'I wish my girls...'*
sonia:...
-elsewhere-
Meme: "Too bad Anya couldn't join us--she's really missing out! Mio, want to pose for selfies?"
*someone seated on a bench is watching them from behind a newspaper...*
mio: um s-sure...
Newspaper Man: *into his collar* <I see them--the Princesses's entourage. Get the van ready...>
ao: is everything alright, sir? ^^
Meme: "Say 'ostur!'" *posing*
Newspaper Man: "?!!! Um...'I do not speak English.'"
ao: <then what _do_ you speak, sir?>
Newspaper Man: O_O; "Um..." *speaking Icelandic* "Ég þekki þig ekki, farðu burt, skrýtin stelpa!"
Meme: "SHE'S NOT WEIRD, YOU JERK!"
Newspaper Man: "Oh, the hell with this!" *presses a button--*
*a mini-van crashes into the town center*
mio: OH SHIT! *hammer fist PUNCH*
*the mini-van is smashed in its hood--knocking the driver into the steering wheel...then the airbag goes off*
mio: *shaking* HOLYSHITHOLYSHITIALMOSTDIED.......
Meme: *pap pap*
Newspaper Man: D8 "..." *grabs Tsugumi, holding a knife to her neck* "BACK OFF! YOU'RE OUR HOSTAGES!"
tsugumi: !! *spearblade foot and STOMP*
Newspaper Man: "Eep...YWEOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!" TT~TT "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE?!"
*someone falls out of the mini-van doors--crashes on the floor...trying to get up, holding a gun*
Gunman: "H-Hang on, cuz--" *aims at Ao...*
ao: it's simple really...*stomps on the gunman's hand* we're DWMA students~ ^^
*CRUNCH*
Gunman: Q_Q; *slaps his hand down on the ground* <I yield, I yield!>
-elsewhere-
*downstairs in the DWMA, in their Central Intelligence office, are gathered some familiar and new faces*
Sid: "Okay, that just leaves Naigus--she'll be here shortly."
Clay: *looking around*
*there's a nervous shorter person with bright orange hair, and...someone who looks like they have burns on their skin?*
Orange Hair: Q_Q;;;
akane: you new around here?
Orange Hair: "EEEP!" *bows* "Sorry! Yes, I'm--" *and knocks their head into the coffee table* "OW!"
Burned Agent: "..."
akane: nice to meet you 'ow'.
Clay: -_-; "Don't tease the newbie."
Orange Hair: "It-It's Youta?"
*the door opens*
nygus: my apologies on being late.
Sid: "I can see why--you brought in a stray..."
*someone was following Naigus*
nygus: ??
Lorenzo: *enters* "Hey, what's up, Akane?!"
akane: long time no see! *offers fist bump*
Lorenzo: "No kidding!" *frowns at Clay* "Seizemore."
Clay: "Ramirez."
Burned Agent: -______-#
nygus: i see we have two new recruits.
Sid: "Two? That's--"
Youta: "HAPPY TO MEET YOU, SIR!" *salutes Naigus*
Burned Agent: *groans, pulling out maps and various items, laying them on the table*
nygus: it's ma'am but likewise.
Youta: D8 "I meant it as gender-neutral!"
nygus: it's fine.
Sid: "And that one is...Well, remember when we lost some agents during the 'scorpion' incident thanks to Shaula and Hibana?"
nygus: dont remind me...
Burned Agent: "Well, reports my demise were fabricated." *salutes* "Cho."
nygus: goodness, you've certainly changed a bit.
Cho: "Yeah, well, getting lit on fire does that to a person."
-elsewhere-
Anya: *looking out the window* "..."
*everything looks so empty around the castle*
maid: princess? i brought you some cold water.
Anya: *fakes a cough* "Th-Thank you..."
maid:....if there's anything that's bothering you-
Anya: "I'm fine. ...Which is not to say that there is anything on mind from last night. No. Definitely not. Not anything Mio brought up. Or Mother. Or..."
maid: princess.....
Anya: "Did he really carry on with some--some--some commoner?!"
maid: ......
Anya: "...Not that I would know of such a thing." >_>;;; "Just hypothetically, though...What do you know about Father's behavior?"
maid: well, he's a good man, from what i can tell.
Anya: "A good man who was already married and..."
maid:......
Anya: "...and had a child he didn't even know."
maid:....do you wish to speak with him-
Anya: "I have nothing to say to him!" >3<
-elsewhere-
Kid: *curled up in bed* "..."
stocking: *knocks on the door* kiddo?
Kid: *weak grunt*
stocking: mind if i come in?
Kid: "...Please do."
stocking: *takes a seat on the bed*
Kid: "...I'm really pathetic."
stocking: kid...
Kid: "Father's not affected by this--he's strong. What am I? I'm weak."
stocking: *holds his hand*
Kid: "..." *small squeeze*
stocking: *small kiss to his hand*
Kid: *small whimper*
stocking:.....*snuggles up to him*
Kid: *crying softly*
stocking: *strokes his head and hums*
Kid: *closes his eyes, gasping a bit between sobs*
stocking: *forehead kisses*
Kid: *yawns...starts to drift off...*
stocking: *holding him close to her chest*
Kid: "Mmmm..." *rests against her* "Zzz..."
-elsewhere-
Crona: *takes the tea* "Thank you for visiting..." *looks down*
valentine: *nods*
Stein: "It's not too surprising--enough of us felt that energy swirling around the city late last night."
mami: ....
Crona: "I thought after being separated from Ragnarok that this would stop...What is causing it?"
Stein: "Residual after-effects that will lessen with time. But you are also a meister with a strong soul perception."
Crona: "..." *gulps*
valentine: not to mention a witch.
Crona: "I-I don't need to be reminded..."
mami: *holds their hand*
Stein: "All you can do is acclimate yourself. I suggest slowly introducing yourself to small stimuli to help you..." *pulls a jar out of his bag--it has a few drops of Black Blood in it*
mami: doctor... is this really such a good idea?
Stein: "Don't misunderstand--I didn't say we're administering it to Crona. Just keep it in the jar and think of it as a new friend."
Crona: "..."
Stein: "...Maybe naming it would help."
Crona: "...Um...'Bob'?"
Ragnarok: O_O# "...You keep parts of me in your purse?!"
'bob': ac-chully, i wanna be 'wakaba'!
mami: oh!
Crona: "... ... ...EEEEEEEK!" *falls out of their chair*
wakaba: did i do a bad?
Ragnarok: "I HAVE A LITTLE SIBLING?!"
wakaba:....dada!
Ragnarok: OWO; "What?"
wakaba: dada! dada!
mami: ._.;
Ragnarok: "I can't be your daddy! I haven't gotten laaaaaaaaaaaaaa--...legal parameters permitting me to take responsibility for small lifeforms. (Phew! Saved.)"
mami: -.-;
Crona: "..." *taps the jar*
wakaba: *poke poke* hiya cona! ^o^
Crona: "H-Hi? Um...You're...tiny?"
-elsewhere-
Asher: "..." *poking at their food*
Kanin: "...That was a troubling start to this morning."
hibiki: yeah, no kidding.
lukas: well, maybe our project will take our minds off things...
Saria: "Y-Yes, it just seems trivial compared to all that's happened--"
Axel: "Dessert turducken."
Saria: "...What?"
Axel: "I want to make a dessert inside another dessert inside another dessert."
zeke: *blink*
Duncan: "Philistine! You can't just shove your desserts together! The typical palette needs to be coaxed! The tongue needs each flavor stimulated by the most delicate of--"
Kanin: *covering Amelia's ears*
izumi: c-come one, guys, let's not fight!
Asher: "No, let them fight--this gets us back to normal."
Saria: "..." *covers her mouth, starts laughing*
lukas: saria?
Saria: "S-Sorry! Asher was right--I just needed a laugh..." TwT;
hibiki:...well, let's get started, ok?
lei-lei: yeah!
Saria: "O-Okay..." *sets out cookbooks* "Let's narrow down some options..."
*grumbling is heard behind them*
lei-lei: ??
Monica: "Can you freaking believe him?! I don't need any security!"
hibiki: security?
Monica: "WAS ANYONE TALKIN' TO YA?! Oh, hey, Albarn."
izumi: what's this about security, monica?
Monica: "Freakin' Lorenzo said they are assigning security to escort students home! Can you believe that shit?!"
*a short orange-hair person is carrying a tray of food*
hibiki: well, i guess it makes sense, given last night...
Monica: "Oh, come on! That was one isolated incident!"
Youta: "E-Excuse me? Is this seat taken?"
-elsewhere-
Akitaru: *trying to button up his uniform* "..." *tug* "Ugh." *tug* "GRR." *TUG* O__________O "GRRRRRRRRR--"
*riiiiiiiiiiiip*
Akitaru: "..." *sighs* "Third one this year..." *tosses the jacket*
shinra: everything ok in there?
Akitaru: "Yeah, just having wardrobe problems. I think I went up a jacket size again--stupid big muscles."
shinra: ....want us to order a new one?
Akitaru: "Could you? I'm already loaded with paperwork this week."
shinra: sure thing.
-elsewhere-
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