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Obsessing over the concept of Percy having so many dreams about Nico dying in front of him in different ways at camp or on quests and he has no idea what to do about them so he starts trying to get Nico to hang out with him and tries asking him in subtle ways about what's going on, trying to figure out if Nico is in dangerous without possibly freaking him out about Percy's dreams (who would feel safe if someone kept having dreams about them being murdered by faceless entities in orange shirts or killed by monsters)i
It goes nowhere. Nico is apparently fine, flitting between camp and the underworld and New Rome as he wishes. With more underworld kids coming into CHB for the summer, he's started spending more and more time there though, and all Percy can think of orange shirts and Nico's blood drenched in them
Eventually he caves and drives to camp, hunting down and cornering Clovis, who's passed out in a sunbeam like a cat. Percy steps into the grass and kicks him gently. Clovis wakes slow and tilts his face towards Percy. He stretches long, yawns loud. Percy stifles a responding yawn and squats.
"What's up, Percy?" Clovis hums.
Percy tugs at his fingers as he finds the right words. "I keep having shitry dreams," he decides on. Clovis arches a brow. Percy sits back and pinches the bridge of his nose. "What does it mean when you keep having dreams about someone dying?"
Baby blue blanket creasing, Clovis cocks his head. "Who's dying?"
Percy grits his teeth. "Does it matter?"
"Well, some dreams are just subconscious processing and some are my siblings being weird." Clovis blinks slow. People compare him to cows a lot, that baby softness on his cheeks and easy going demeanour. But Percy sees a cat more than anything. Domesticated and pampered. "And some are prophetic."
The grit of his teeth begins to hurt his jaw. "How do you know which one is which?"
Clovis hums and sits up slowly. He reaches down to his toes and flexes with a long groaning grunt. He gives a little sigh as he pulls away. "Well, I'd have to ask them if they're doing things. As for subconscious processing, that's just what's going on in your brain. And prophecies..." He hums thoughtfully. "I guess you wouldn't know until it happens." With half-closed eyes, he faces Percy. His head lags to the side. "So is there anything going on your brain to worry about this person dying?"
"Well, there is now," Percy says through gritted teeth. Clovis laughs, a trilling dreamy sound. Percy glares at him. "Clovis."
He shrugs. "I can ask around tonight." He picks at a blade of grass. "Who is it?"
Behind them, Nico is calling out to someone. It makes Percy's skin crawl. Kids laugh and Nico laughs and Percy wants to grab him and hide him. Clovis's bright orange camp shirt makes him feel like a bull, caged up with some idiot waving a red flag in front of him. He needs to rush forward and break the things bothering him. Skewer them and feel their blood drip down his skin.
He's starting to lose his mind.
"It doesn't matter." He too aware that the gap between question and answer was too long.
Clovis isn't looking at him but he feels watched anyway. "It could," Clovis says. "But at least I know it's not Annabeth. Or Grover." Percy startles and Clovis's grin is soft. "If it was, you would have said it before you even sat down." He gives another big stretch then flops back on his blanket, rolling over into a warmer brighter patch of sun. "Actually, you'd say if it was anyone." He tucks his legs up into his chest. "You'd keep quiet because you don't want to worry them. Which means there's probably some real concern there."
His eyes slide fully shut and he doesn't speak again. Heart pounding, Percy watches his serene face. He doesn't like that Clovis picked him apart like that. But not much he can complain or deny in it.
Knees whining, he stands slow. Part of him misses the Achilles' Curse for that reason alone. He liked it more when his body didn't hurt because of constant strenuous activity and the passage of time. He runs a hand through his hair.
What is he supposed to do? Wait for Clovis to tell him that his siblings were being assholes for no reason? To sit down and meditate about the reason his mind was focused in on Nico dying in various ways? Or worry unendingly that the universe was giving him a sneak peek at the future and soon he'd be standing at Nico's memorial, trying to figure out which person around him was the killer?
"Percy!"
He startles and turns. His skin crawls as Nico jogs up to him. There's a little boy practically pinned to his side. The closet they grow, the more Percy wants to shove Nico down deep where no one can find him. Ocean depths. He'd like the darkness, Percy thinks. Then he slaps the thought away as his arms begin to rise, his gut yanking towards the beach.
"Hey." It comes out breathless and wispy. "What's up?"
Nico's smile is gentle. It makes Percy's stomach cramp, the idea of it gone forever, bled out on forest grass. "Joel and I were seeing if he could summon ghosts." He gazes down at the little boy still tucked into his side. The kid is looking at Clovis. "Might be a bit of a trial for him though."
When the kid doesn't stop looking at Clovis, Nico pinches his ear and he tucks his face into Nico's side instead. He gives a ragged breath but Nico's easygoing look doesn't change.
It flits to the top of his tongue, but Nico answers before Percy has a chance to open his mouth.
"Ker," he says, "is his mom."
There is little Percy has forgotten from any of his underworld adventures, including being chased by those spirits while trying to stop Ethan from escaping with the sword. Violent death and disease. Feasted on human flesh. They couldn't kill, but they could harm and give death a jumpstart.
Percy's shoulder gives a phantom throb at the reminder.
"Didn't know she'd be interested in having kids," he says.
Nico's lip twitches and his arm curved around Joel's shoulders tightens him closer. "He's technically adopted." Joel's face tilts further away from Percy. "She thought he was cute."
There's definitely more to that story that Percy doesn't know how to ask about, so he just agrees passively that Joel is cute and they move on. Joel doesn't speak to anyone but Nico or make eye contact. He's a barnacle on Nico's side.
All Percy can focus on is his bright orange shirt and the violent death that thrums in his veins and how close he is to Nico. It would be accidental, Percy thinks, if Joel killed him. It's clear he likes Nico. It would be accidental if Nico was torn to shreds.
Percy wonders how easy it would be to get water into his lungs from the bottle he drinks from, how suspicious it would be if he drowned on dry land. Quickly he leaves with rushed goodbye. His hands are already plunging into pockets for his keys. He doesn't hear Nico's goodbye.
That night he dreads his dreams more than ever.
Joel is there this time. His face is wet, half hidden in shadows. Nico is front of him, sword out, protective. Then things slip and it's not Nico and Joel anymore, but one older girl and two younger kids behind her. The kids look terrified but the girl is enraged. Her obsidian sword slashes at someone rushing forward.
The world is too bright, Percy thinks. There are no shadows. It's like the sun is standing in front of them.
The girl shouts and beats off a pair of people who charge at her. With snapped necks, they fall to the ground in front of her. She yells and shoves her sword into the ground.
It splits so easily. The grass trembles. The earth rumbles. Skeletal hands claw out of the ground. Hazy spectres join them. The girl turns and grabs the kids while people fight the entities she summoned. The world is so bright, but there's shadows at the edge of the sunlight. She won't stop running. One of the kids runs alongside her. The other is held in her arms.
The shadows twist and flex towards them. It's unable to spread into the light. They're closing in. The first kid is closer, free of the weight of another person. The shadows greet her but she stumbles to a sudden stop, spinning around and staring pleadingly at the girl Percy realizes is one of Nico's half-sisters from long before.
Are the kids' Joel's half-siblings? he wonders.
"Go!" the girl shouts. The kid hesitates but the girl shouts again, "GO!"
The shadows swallow the kid with a wispy black maw. The girl is almost there when the ground creaks and groans. It rumbles violently, separating and splitting at the very seams. The earth opens before her.
Percy can see the decision she makes before she makes it, jumping over a gap in the earth before it splits too wide. She doesn't stop running even as she tosses the other kid into the air. He screams, a bloodcurdling thing that chills Percy down to his bones.
The shadows catch him. And he's gone.
The girl pants, gripping her knees as she bends over. The earth stops quaking. There's a few seconds where the only sound is panting. But as the people they were fleeing from close in, the girl laughs breathlessly and turns around.
"Isn't it fun when we chase each other?" she says. "I think we should do that more."
The leader of the little group is some tall boy who looks like he's never smiled in his life. He's bulky. Each muscle bulges and he glares. The girl is unphased.
"How dare you?" he seethes.
She rolls her eyes. "Well, my dad protects their parents." She grins, eyes dark like the void. Her hands flex at her side. "Why shouldn't I protect them? Especially since you refuse to listen to reason." She gestures widely. "Just because Chthonic is in the title doesn't mean it's bad. Chthonic means dirt, earth." She just her chin towards one of the kids. "You are technically Chthonic." She shrugs. "Besides, you fucking morons, they're kids. What kind of dipshit is scared of little kids just because their dad picks up dead people for a living?"
Her arms haven't lowered from where she's spread them. Her hands flex again, each finger tapping in the air, one after the other. Percy can't hear anything else that's said. It all goes muffled. It's obvious arguing. Judging from the pulled weapons, there are threats abound.
Then the earth breaks.
It's not the same as the earthquake before. This is a complete cave-in, the ground falling out from under their feet. She's the only person who doesn't look terrified to be falling. They all disappear into darkness. Like teeth chomping, the earth slams back together and seals itself over.
Then there's his ceiling. His fan is going in fast circles, a soft whrrrrr.
Sweat is sticky against his neck. Oh, he thinks.
Violent death and disease being present at every meal, every training, every campfire song. Someone was probably unnerved by it. Unnerved by him. Nico's protective hold was a wall in front of the bomb. It needed to be broken down so the danger could be disposed of, bomb defused.
He doesn't know when he grabbed his phone. Only aware of it pressed to his ear by the ringing. It goes for a while. His stomach churns.
A tired "H'lo?" passes through.
His stomach doesn't settle. "Hey, Nico. Sorry." He glances at his clock and winces. "Did I wake up?"
Nico snorts. "No," he grumbles. "I'm a vampire." Quiet breathing, tense silence. "Percy? Why are we on the phone right now?"
"I..." Percy pauses. Glances up to his ceiling fan, still spinning in fast circles. "I just. Had a weird dream." Nico makes a "go on" noise. Percy bites his lip and leans against the wall, drawing his knees up to his bare chest. "Have any of your siblings had to..."
Fight against other campers? Run with a pair of kids people wanted to kill because they thought they were dangerous? Commit suicide to stop those from going after the kids once they were safely away somewhere else?
There's nothing good in those questions.
He closes his eyes. "What was camp like for your siblings? Before?"
"Uh." There's some rustling. "Not good. Most campers didn't trust us because of the whole Underworld children thing. Lucky for them, my dad doesn't really go around spawning kids on a monthly basis."
Percy snorted. His fingers wove themselves into his sheets so tight they started to go numb.
"But we didn't have a lot of friends. People avoided us."
Blood on dark grass flickers through Percy's mind. "Or killed you," he blurts out.
His mind shuts down at the words. He can't process what he's said, barely hearing the whrrr of his ceiling fan or the sound of his own breath. His skin floats away from him. Then pulls back solid when Nico says, "How did you know that?"
He swallows thickly. "Like I said. Weird dream."
"About my siblings being killed at camp?"
Nico viciously protecting Joel comes to mind and sticks in place. "No," he says after a beat. "Technically I think she committed murder-suicide."
"Which one?"
Percy hates that question. Sourness floods his tongue and he answers with a gritted, "I didn't get a name. She was fighting off other campers, trying to protect a couple other kids from getting hurt."
A sarcastic little laugh echoes through the receiver. "Yeah, that's happen more than once."
The sheets unwind from his numb fingertips. "Fuck."
"It's been over five thousand years, Percy," Nico says. "Things tend to repeat themselves a few times." Percy doesn't know what to say to that. "Why were you dreaming about one of my sisters anyway?"
"I don't know," he says. It's the truth. He has no idea. But he has theories. And he has fears. "She was just there."
Nico is quiet. The sound of his breathing is steady, and Percy hones in on it. He matches each inhale and exhale with his own breaths.
When Nico does speak again, he almost sounds far away. "That's odd." There's a creak and a thump, like feet hitting the tile. "Is that why you were talking to Clovis?"
No. "Yeah."
"Interesting." His voice is faint, before suddenly loud and fast. "Hey, I have to go."
Percy's stomach churns violently. "But-"
His words speed fast together as he says, "I have to go do something, I'll call you back later."
There's no dial tone, just a loud clattering that makes Percy's heart drop directly into his stomach. Clovis's sleepy voice eclipses to max volume in his head. And prophecies... I guess you wouldn't know until it happens.
A dozen thoughts blur through his mind as he hikes up the window to the fire escape outside his bedroom. He should tell his mom he's leaving, he should call Grover, he should call Annabeth, he should make someone check on Nico.
He gropes around the top of his dresser for a spare dog whistle then blows through it hard and sharp as he clambours out through the window, shirtless, shoeless, and panicking.
Mrs. O'Leary barks up at him from the dark alleyway. Shadows still cling to her dark fur. He doesn't even bother racing down the stairs. Just throws himself over the railing. Nico's name echoes in his head like a broken record as he falls. Soft fur grips tight in his hands. He doesn't feel the pain of landing, shadows swallowing them both before he can even recognize that he did.
It's strange to appear just a few feet away from a gaggle of kids threatening your cousin and the kid he's chosen to protect. Behind the group yelling words Percy can't hear under the roar of blood in his ears, there's a couple other kids - twins of Erebus - sneaking towards them.
They get close.
But they get caught.
Nico snaps forward and Percy's hitting the ground before he understands what's happening. It goes by so fast, he can barely remember his own actions. Everyone's still breathing. But banged up heavily, or unconscious. Joel is crying wheezy little tears while his aunts try to comfort him, and Nico...
Nico is gripped so tight in Percy's arms that Percy worries he might've broken something. He relaxes slow. Nico detaches. Mrs. O'Leary's hot breath huffs against the top of his head. Nico gives her a pat on the nose, not looking at Percy as he turns to Joel and checks in on him.
Percy's watching the slump of bruised campers before him. His blood feels too hot. Sweat drips down his back but his skin is too dry. He takes a step forward. A hand shoves against his chest and he gazes down at void eyes.
The world slams back into place.
He breathes.
"You are ocean water," Nico says very quietly. "Not blood and human viscera."
His mouth is dry. There's something inside him that wants. "Water is water."
"Not like that," Nico says. Percy swallows and steps back. Nico lowers his hand. Then turns to face Joel and the twins. His voice brightens up, feigned cheeriness, as he marches towards them. "Joel, do you want to go live with my brother's cult?"
Distantly Percy feels like he remembers Nico saying something about that once, but he can't remember what, so his mind draws question marks he doesn't ask as he twists on his heel. Nico crouches, speaking in a steady soft tone. The girls are holding each other's hands. They spare looks for the people who were scared of their nephew, and spare looks towards Percy. It's the same look.
They look away when Nico says something to them, vanishing hand-in-hand into shadows. Nico whistles and Mrs. O'Leary approaches with heavy steps. Joel hugs her leg. His ragged breaths are wheezed tired and weary into her fur. Nico keeps a steady hand on his back.
There is no murder-suicide this time. Instead the shadows swell and deposits the twins, with Mr. D and Chiron beside them. Nico cuts them off when Chiron tries to question him. He takes long way out with the girls on either side of him towards the Apollo cabin.
He doesn't follow the girls back into the woods with healers on their tail. Instead he opens the door to the Hades cabin and sits on a wooden chair. There's a buzz of white noise from a nearby noise machine. Otherwise everything is quiet. Nico's phone sits where it had been dropped to the ground minutes before.
His blood still feels too hot.
It feels like hours later when Nico walks in. However, the clock on the wall says it's only been twenty minutes. Joel is tucked up into his side. He goes down without a fight into Nico's bed. Lets himself be tucked in and drift off. Then Nico pulls another chair around and settles down in front of Percy, straddling the chair backwards. His arms cross over the top. His chin rests on folded wrists.
They watch each other. Then Nico moves to rest his cheek on his wrists instead. "You've been having those dreams for a while?"
Percy makes an affirmative noise.
"They haven't really been about my siblings, have they?"
He doesn't answer that. Instead, he says, "If people kept doing things like this, why didn't you guys make your own place?"
"We did," Nico says. "A few times actually. But no one liked that they didn't know what we were doing. So they made us come back to be hated and suffer." He snorts. "The old adage - keeps your friends close and enemies closer."
Percy doesn't laugh. "Why did she adopt him?"
Nico lifts his head. "Some things had happened when she found him. She took an interest and gave him her blessing."
"What things?"
Nico looks to the ceiling. "Things that help her fill her fridge with food to eat." His eyes flicker back down to Percy. "Only Chiron and Mr. D know the specifics. But Joel is fine." He glances over his shoulder. "He's a good kid. No one needs to be scared of him." He turns back to Percy. "Now answer my question."
Blood still too hot, Percy stares at a spot just above Nico's head. Then grits his teeth. "I don't like watching you die."
"I'm not scared of dying," Nico says. "None of us are. It's why it's always been so easy to take care of them. Take the dislike, take the insults, take the threats."
Percy stares at him. Then repeats, "I don't like watching you die."
Nico stares back. "You're not going to."
It's hard to believe that. So he leans forward, reaching out to grab the top of Nico's chair and pull it down until he can feel Nico's cool breath against his skin. "If I keep having those dreams, I'm gonna take a page from your dad's book and kidnap you."
Nico's lips twitch, but his voice stays even. "Then I guess you should keep in mind to make room in your dungeon because I'll be bringing a few people along." He lifts a hand and strokes a thumb down the side of Percy's face. "I heard your siblings were pretty protective too." His fingers slip away. Percy's skin yearns. "Something about how the ocean drowns what it loves and drowns what it hates."
That's not protection, Percy thinks. It's possession.
But he doesn't say that outloud.
Not yet.
He slowly lets the chair fall backwards until it lands stable on all four legs. He wants to deny Nico's statement about drowning. But he has - at least what he hates. Ahkyls, the mountain lion that tried to attack Grover, those kids. Only one success. But the want, the need...
"I should head home," he says slowly. It takes him a minute to process his words and stand up, heading for the door.
Nico makes a low noise and stands too. "Sweet dreams," he says once Percy has walked out into the night, still barefoot and shirtless.
Percy climbs onto Mrs. O'Leary's back. "I hope so."
#back on my bullshit lmao#happy talks pjo#percy jackson#nico di angelo#my writing#my fanfic#and it is 1am and i need to sleep so im just gonna. stop.#not even gonna review it to see if it makes sense bc im just. so tired rn.#but yeah i have been obsessed with the concept of percy having dreams of the past to indicate the future#and it's always about nico's past half-siblings getting bullied by campers as a hint that someone there is gonna do something hinky to him#okay niiiiiight
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okay off to bed but ill continue all this tomorrow niiiiiight
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okay going to bed for real niiiiiight 😁🤗 Here's hoping I dream of my ally 〜♪
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🥺you sleep with the stuffed animal I won you??
This feels like Paul and Mia ... whichever one has the stuffie, that's up to you.
"So anywaaaay, in conclusion, that's why the use of, like. Runestones and carved bones and such are falling out of common use within the modern mage's workbox, in favor of the, um. More lightweight and practical... gosh. I'm sorry, Paulie. My notes got shuffled. Hang on." Mia's face disappeared from Paul's phone screen, and he stifled a laugh. Mia had been so worried about the class presentation that she needed to do for Trein's class, so he offered to be a virtual audience for her to practice with after his shift at Mostro. And although the information was a little dry, the way she had delivered it was so cute and animated; he was having more fun than he thought he would.
While she was collecting notecards from her undisclosed offscreen location, the camera showed the dorm room behind her. It was angled so that he could only see her side of the room; there was a window with a heavy velvet curtain, a standing wardrobe with a poster of Neige LeBlanche taped to the door, and part of her bed just visible. It was neatly made, with a soft yellow and orange floral pattern on the blanket, tucked beneath a few fluffy pillows in crisp white cases, and sitting on the pillows... it was hard to make out. Paul squinted at his phone screen. It looked familiar, but the focus was a little off.
Mia's face popped back onscreen. "Sorry!! I dropped a couple under the desk like a knucklehead!" She stuck her tongue out and gently rapped on her head with her fist. "Duh. Anyway, where'd I leave off?"
Paul grinned at her. "Stones and bones. But before ya go on, can I ask ya somethin?"
Mia blinked. "Sure thing, Paulie. What's up?"
"That thing on top of your bed, up there. That looks familiar, but I can't really see too good. What is it?"
"Huh?" She turned to look behind her, then faced the screen with a smile. "Oh!! That's Mister Grunty!"
"Mister who now?" Paul scratched his head. This wasn't solving anything.
"You knoooow! Mister Grunty, the lil' warthog toy you won for me at that darts game the Savanaclaw students set up at the cultural festival! He's, like, super soft, so I use him like a pillow at night!" Mia straightened and re-straightened the index cards in her hands, not quite making eye contact with the screen.
Paul's cheeks got warm, and he also found himself not quite looking at the phone. "You... you sleep with the stuffed animal I won you?"
"Uh-huh." Mia's ears drooped slightly. "Mister Grunty's kinda special? Because, like. That was our first date, sort of?"
"That's really cute...." Paul whispered, and he buried his face in his hands.
It took a full minute before either of them said anything else, but finally, Mia managed to squeak out, "I... think I got the conclusion of the presentation ready. I'll... I gotta... I'm gonna letcha go for now, okay?"
Paul nodded, and uncovered his face. His cheeks were bright red and ached from smiling so hard. "You'll knock that ol' man out, Mia. Full marks for sure."
"Really?" Her ears pricked back up. "You really think so!?"
"I know so," he assured her. "Now getcha some sleep before your housewarden calls ya out for stayin' up too late. I'll see ya tomorrow."
"Thanks again, Paulie! See ya thennnn!!" Mia reached forward to disconnect the call, but paused, looked over her shoulder, and then looked back. With a huge smile, she blew a kiss to the camera. "Good niiiiiight!"
The call disconnected, and Paul's phone showed just his own face looking back at him. He never knew he could smile so widely.
#twisted wonderland oc#mia sealponte#friend's oc#paul pilchard#the two cutest freshmen on campus according to my unbiased sources
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san francisco live
#5 seconds of summer#ashton irwin#calum hood#luke hemmings#michael clifford#san francisco#sgfg#IDK IT JUST GETS ME ALL EMOTIONAL OKAY#wanna get back to where we started...#to the SUMMMER NIIIIIIGHT#the harmonies are just#*chef's kiss*
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We want chocolate milk.
“I waaan...want chocolate milk, please.”
Inko smiles down at her son, as does the woman on the other side of the register.
“Alright, we’ll be sure to give you a chocolate milk, dearie!” the woman says, putting his Little Might meal into the order.
He hasn’t gone back to school yet, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t go out at all. No, on days when he feels more energized, his momma takes him places, like the shopping mall, and the grocery stores, and to his favorite fast food restaurant.
It has a playground, which is fun sometimes, but most importantly, it has his favorite Little Might meal—a small cheeseburger, a choice of fruit for the side, and a choice of small drink. For Izuku, the latter is automatically chocolate milk, but the deep voice likes to remind him of it. Today’s side is apples, because his momma’s worried about his teeth.
As the two wait for their food, his momma sits them down at a booth seat, other people around in their own seats as they eat or let their children run wild and screaming in the play area.
We should play.
“Hmm?”
“Yes baby?” His momma asks, smiling at him.
“Oh. Nothin’. M’ just thinkin’.”
She giggles at him, then looks back over at the counter where more orders are being taken. Not wanting to catch her attention again, lowers his voice to a whisper and plays with the salt shaker.
“What?”
We should go play. We want to stretch our legs.
“...I dunno,” Izuku frowns. “I wanna play at home.”
Izuku thinks up a good memory for the deep voice to understand. He learned that the deep voice needs memories to learn and reflect things. That’s why whenever the deep voice wanted to understand something, Izuku felt like he was thinking. And that one time with the nasty taste, that was the deep voice telling him something. The deep voice just hadn’t expect Izuku to listen so hard.
So Izuku thinks up the day he and met the gooey dog. But not of the gooey dog itself. He thinks of the minutes before, with Kacchan using an explosion on his cheek, and the others punching and kicking him until he couldn’t stand up anymore for a while.
“Playing outside is bad...”
...We will eat them.
Izuku pauses, his fingers knocking over the salt shaker. A little bit of salt sprinkles onto the table. “...Huh?”
We will eat them. Then we can play.
“N-No! Nooo, we can’t eat people! That would be bad!” He whispers against the table, his face pressed against the cool material. “No people! No eating people!”
If we take their brains, they can’t hurt us. We eat their brains. No more pain.
“No! It’s okay! I like playing inside!” Izuku quickly thinks of his toys, of his building blocks, of his All Might and his Barbies and his plastic grunts to be the villains. He thinks of all the fun he has watching TV and painting and writing stories and studying heroes. All of that can be done inside. He likes playing inside. And when he’s outside, he likes playing alone!
Hmmm...fine. We won’t eat them.
Izuku sighs in relief.
Yet.
“No!”
“Izuku?”
The little boy startles, his mother having left and come back with the tray with their food. She blinks down at her son, her face twisted with concern.
“Mmm...nothing, Mumma.”
His mom doesn’t look convinced, but Izuku’s genuine glee at his food changes her mind from asking. He hasn’t told her about the deep voice yet. He doesn’t think he will tell her, only because she gets so worried all the time. He doesn’t want her to worry about the deep voice.
“Itadakimasu,” his mom says, her hands pressed together. Izuku mimics her.
“Itadakuuu...Itadakimasu.”
Itadakimasu.
Izuku giggles, and opens his mouth wide to take a bite of his burger. He has to open his mouth wider now because of his longer teeth, but he doesn’t mind. It’s easier to chew because of them! So he chews and chews and swallows his favorite burger, and grins at his momma as he licks the mayonnaise off the corner of his mouth.
Drink the milk.
Not yeeeet, Izuku thinks. The bites into the burger again.
But...he frowns. It’s delicious. It’s as delicious as it’s always been. But something has been smelling really, really good ever since they entered the building. He thought the burgers would be extra delicious today or something, but they’re just regular delicious. What is it that smells so good then?
He looks up at his mom to maybe ask her what smells good, but then he realizes with a sniffle that the good smell is closer than before.
In fact, it’s right in front of him.
What is that? Find it.
I’m looking, Izuku thinks.
She has a burger just like he does. It’s a bigger burger than his—she’s a grown up and has a bigger stomach, so more food fits into her than it does into him. But the burger isn’t the thing that smells extra good. He looks at her cup. He can hear the clinking of ice and the bubbling of soda. He’s had a little soda once—it really burned on the way down to his tummy!! But the soda isn’t what smells extra good either. Besides, he has chocolate milk.
So he looks at what’s left on her tray and...there’s fries.
He sniffles again.
...Yes...yes, that’s it. That’s it!
We want that! Fries? Fries! We want the fries! Give us fries!!
“Mumma? Can I have a fry?”
“Hmm? Oh, sure sweetie.”
She puts a fry on his tray, and Izuku picks it up. He’s had fries before, of course, but this one...it smells really, really good.
“...Izuku?”
He keeps staring at the fry until he pops it into his mouth, and suddenly, an explosion of good flavors seep into him, making his whole body hum with pleasant tingles. It’s not a mellow sweetness like chocolate milk. It’s much more savory, and Izuku realizes how much he’s missed it.
“Izuku, are you okay?”
So good...it’s so good! It’s even better than the Little Might burger, and that’s saying something.
This...this is what we want. This is good too! More! Give us more fries!!
“Mumma! Mumma, please! I want more fries! Please, please?!”
His mom looks startled at his outburst as he basically bounces in his seat, staring up at her with the purest of desires.
“Please please, Mumma! Gimme fries!”
Fries!! We want fries!! And chocolate milk!!
“Fries please, Mummy!! Fries please!”
“O-Okay dear! Okay, settle down! Here, yes, you can have some—“
Izuku doesn’t wait for her to finish talking. The instant she starts pouring some of the fries out of the little container they gave them to her in onto his tray, he’s grabbing at the hot things with his fists. He barely registers the heat as he stuffs them in his mouth, more of the pleasant savory taste making him tingle! It’s so good! So delicious! It’s like he’s discovered chocolate milk all over again! Chocolate milk...he should drink that, too!!
Not even hearing his mother’s voice, he reaches over and grabs the cup, putting the straw in his mouth and sucking up a load of milk. The savory taste mixes with the mellow sweetness in a salty-sweet dance on his nerve endings, and his brain sends all kinds of good, tastiness through the rest of his body. It tastes so good. He feels so good! He’s so happy!
He grabs another handful of hot fries—hot? Is it hot? He can barely tell.—and eats it right up, then sucks up more chocolate milk. What a delicious mix...it’s so good! He just wants to eat fries and drink chocolate milk for the rest of the afternoon!
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Inko watches, startled.
It’s like her son has come alive, just like how he did when he discovered chocolate milk in the hospital.
Despite the fries being steamy hot, his little hands grab handfuls of them and stuff them into his mouth. His eyes are glittering with visible excitement and joy, and when he grabs his milk and starts sucking it up, she knows. She knows it’s related to the strangeness surrounding her son. The strange fever, the strange teeth, the strange desires for chocolate milk.
And now fries.
She hears murmurs to the side and looks over, watching as the family there quickly turn their eyes away to act like they weren’t gossiping. And when she looks back, the fries are all gone, and Izuku is licking his...
Palm.
The palm of his hand.
The palm that looks as pale as usual despite having grabbed steaming hot fries. He’s licking all of the salt and taste off of his palm with his cute little tongue, a happy grin on his face that has his cheeks flushing, flashing his fangs at anyone looking at him.
But he’s so happy...
As they leave, Izuku still hyper and happy and sipping on chocolate milk, Inko orders one large fries and another small chocolate milk.
He squeals with absolute happiness.
She takes the forgotten Little Might burger with them to put into the refrigerator.
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ohhhhh wait a second dudes name wasn’t lil knob it was lil pump i was thinking about… my brain just went ooooo lil bitty meat stick… okay NOW good night
#yosha is online#that was bothering me -___-#i still swear to gd i went to high scholl with lil pump okay okay good niiiiiight
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If Anevay was a HOTS character, what would her reactions to other characters be? Like ally and kill lines?
Alexstrasza
Intro - "Dragonqueen. How's the brood?"
Response - It's good to see you, Dragonqueen."
Anduin
Intro - "You..."
Response - "Get out of my head!"
Kill Line - "Stay down, rat!"
Arthas
Intro - "You're still here, are you?"
Response - "I killed you once. I can do it again."
Kill - "For the Dark Lady!"
Chromie
Intro - "Chromie! How long has it been?"
Response - "I missed you."
Garrosh
Intro - "Hellscream."
Response - *sighs* "Do we really have to do this again?"
Kill - "That was for Silverpine."
Greymane
Intro - "Who let you off your leash?"
Response - "Has the rat had you neutered yet?"
Kill - "Bad dog."
Illidan
Intro - "So, you're not upset about me killing you that one time?"
Response - "Out of all the people I've killed, you were my favourite."
Kill - "Looks like you weren't... I can't do it."
Jaina
Intro - "Well if it isn't the Alliance's greatest mistake."
Response - "You know, when I was bouncing you on my knee all those years ago, I should have launched you into the sky."
Kill - "Well that was anticlimactic."
Kerrigan
Intro - "Okay don't stare... don't stare..."
Response - "I wasn't staring!"
Malfurion
Intro - "Oh great..."
Response - "Careful, Stormrage. Your wife isn't here to protect you."
Kill - "Trying to kill a Ranger in the forest is not a smart move."
Stitches
Intro - "Aww, well hello there!'
Response - "Aww! You are such a good boy! Yes you are!"
Sylvanas
Intro - "My Queen. It's good to see you again."
Response - "I won't let you down. I promise."
Kill - "No... no, this isn't real... this is a bad dream..."
Thrall
Intro - "The Alliance's slave returns."
Response - "Don't talk to me. Don't even breathe."
Kill - "There are no more women to lay down their life for you, pig."
Tyrande
Intro - "Tyrande! How's the hus-oh that's right!"
Response - "I'll reunite you with your precious Malfurion soon enough."
Kill - "Niiiiiight Waaaaarior."
Uther
Intro - "You look a lot happier without the kid."
Response - "You'll be pleased to know there WAS a special place in hell."
Valeera
Intro - "Oh great, the boy's pet elf."
Response - "What's with your obsession with the Wrynn family, anyway?"
Kill - "You were an embarassment to Quel'thalas."
Varian
Intro - "Apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it Wrynn?"
Response - "I'll never understand what Sanguinar and Ambershield see in you."
Kill - "That's both of them."
Zul'jin
Intro - "I hope all those burned homes and slaughtered children were worth it."
Response - "I'm a lot harder to subdue now. I'd watch yourself."
Kill - *Evil Laughter*
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Word of Honor - Episode 3 Part 2 - We’re getting INN to it now!
Meanwhile back with Scooby and the Gang.
B-characters realize that the Goldilocks is missing and it was only the 3 bears that were killed.
And we can hear them surprisingly well from this far away. Their voices must carry exceptionally well.
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The spiderwebs of DEATH
Seriously though it’s been hours. How has no one either taken these wires down or run into them accidentally? You cannot tell me they have checked every bit of this place for ChengLing’s body if these are still up.
Someone has lied to you Mr. White ‘n’ Blue.
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No you fucking did not. If you were cleaning them up roughly you’d at least get the ones on the main doorways! goddamn.
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Old ppl vs the Ghosts!
COME ON DOWN FOR THE FIGHT OF YOUR LIFE THE ALL DEAD VS THE MOSTLY DEAD THIS SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY BE THERE BE THERE BE THERE.
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The Ghost Valley is a menace! It’s high time someone went in there and eradicated them all!
Huh... never thought of that before...
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Eh. Old people chanting the children’s rhymes doesn’t have the same tension. It’s just not the right feel. It’s a no from me.
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Yes. This is perfectly far enough away. No one could possibly overhear us from this distance! I am a genius!
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We are all very worried about ChengLing’s well being. Yes. That is all. Only his well being. Nothing else. No ulterior motives here. Nope. Purely just good will and worry. :DDDD
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Ah yes! Back to my boys! :D
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You big softie.
Seriously though. He is so considerate of not only Best Boy’s physical well being but really his emotional state and autonomy as well. He doesn’t expect ChengLing to act like a full grown adult but he doesn’t treat him like a little kid either. It’s great and I’m here for it.
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It’s not stalking if we got here first, right?
Now you’re stalking me! :D :D :D :D :D
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Some day soon I’ll get you to admit you like me ;)
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Whaaaaaaaaaaaat you’re here to? At this random river?????? OMG what are the chancesssssss?!?!?
At this point I just wanna know fuckin how????
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A-Xiang deserves a fucking medal for putting up with this BS. For real.
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A-Xu you make-a him sad D:
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Zhou ZiShu! Look out! They’re stealing your boat!!
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-Hey if the ghost valley peeps come up to wreck shit it’s gonna be our shit that gets wrecked too you know?
-I don’t give a farting fly’s left ass cheek! I’m one foot in the grave already.
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Glazed armor this glazed armor that give me a glazed donut and let’s call it a day. I don’t careeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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Are you inn or out?
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Sorry we’re out of space because for some reason we let ourselves rent out the entire establishment to a single person.
Like I get he paid for the rooms but it’d still be bad for business?? Like no one wants to go to an inn if they won’t let you stay even though there are empty rooms. Like the fuck
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Look elsewhere? Shit you know this is the only inn in town (apparently)!! Where we supposed to go???
Um... why don’t you try looking at I don’t give a FUCK
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Well well well. Who could have seen this coming?
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Zhou ZiShu is about read to add a few more nails
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This old ragged beggar man is hot as fuck. Set him up in my room at once!
Just end my suffering. I beg you
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ChengLing just gonna keep his mouth shut and stay out of it
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-I gave you my own room!
-My room now. Kindly GTFO
-But I bought you clothes too!
-Yeah no one asked you. GTFO!!
-How have my seduction techniques continued to fail??????????
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Love me pls D:
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If Oedipus invented a wire tap he’s gonna have to work harder to get past me!!
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But he doesn’t look like he’s a bad person
Bad people rarely do.
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Take the bed? I couldn’t possibly!! No! You’re taking care of me and protecting me and you’re old! You take the bed! I’ll sleep on the chair! I’m the best boy!!!
Bitch did I fucking stutter?
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You owe me no explanations. I’m sure you have your reasons and that they’re good ones. But don’t suffer needlessly. Treat your wounds and I won’t ask any more about it.
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MY BOY DOESN’T DESERVE THIS. ALL THIS OVER A PIECE OF FUCKIN SEA GLASS??????????
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Ain’t nobody dope as me I’m just so fresh, so clean
(So fresh and so clean clean)
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Daaate niiiiiight
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So I get that you’re like persistently stalking me and all that but like
Why??
Because I know you cute as fuck. Why you hiding?
Show me what your true face and I’ll tell you what I want. What I really really want.
You first bitch
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Local man tries to pry secrets out of only human in a 10 mile radius who has no ulterior motives and is confused when it doesn’t work.
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Das gay
HDU
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Clink Clink bitch
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Master can you please keep it in your pants for 5 minutes? It’s all I ask. Just 5 minutes of peace! Please!
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Pop Quiz!
Who is the second cutest person in the world?
I will settle for anyone who feeds me
Naw. Tsundere is where it’s at.
*Is unimpressed in tsundere*
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Then who is the mostest cutest?
A tsundere with long legs, slim waist, fat ass.
Heavens strike me down now. Please end my misery. Why did I sit here? Didn’t I know better?
Anyone have any more torture nails? Anyone? Please?
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*Insert Mii channel theme*
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We are the unwashed masses. Let’s go fuck some shit up
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Hey guys. Does this look like anime style to you? Someone said it looks like anime but I don’t see it.
I think it looks great! I can’t even draw a stick figure! hahahaha
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Sleepy boi <3
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How the fuck did I become the third wheel?
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*mii channel theme continues*
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Your honored uncle here wouldn’t let us eat anything until you woke up even though he sat at my table. D:
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-Stop acting like a little brat and start acting polite and demure like the other girls
-Uuuuuuuuuuuuuugh gross
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We’re doing found family and we’re doing it now!
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Why aren’t you eating?
Yeah! We had to wait all this time for you to get here and you’re not even eating anyway!!!!!!
Well my home and my entire family died, and so did that random boat man who protected me. And also there’s a hole in my stomach. So I don’t have much of an appetite atm.
Oh My God. can you not???
But that’s how I show affection!!!!!!!! D:<
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Shoving food in your face to hide your tears. A time honored tradition.
Also D: Best boy is sad </3
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Oh no. More people I’m supposed to remember.
JESUS FUCK REALLY???
ARE YOU KIDDING ME? HOW MANY? You cannot tell me they are all important. Please tell me I’m not supposed to remember this many people.
I can’t handle this.
aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG
THAT’S 11 PEOPLE AT ONCE! WHAT THE FUCK
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Whenever this guy speaks it sounds like he’s trying really hard not to cough in front of the board meeting.
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Okay so what I got from this is
There was a treaty between these peeps and the ghost peeps to say they’ll leave each other the fuck alone
The ghost peeps broke that promise by fucking with the mirror lake sect and so these peeps decided to retaliate
and they’re gonna retaliate by throwing a party?
Like I guess they’re just gathering forces? But like it’s a weird way to do it.
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Oh for the love of god.
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Pffffffffffffffff welcome to the circus
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*sigh*
Okay y’all I can remember like 6 people. 7 Max. Y’all gonna have to be picky about who’s important here.
How many of these people do I actually have to know?
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Now what the fuck happened here and why are the twin jades here?
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You two have a piece of the glazed ham. And even though no one is using it it’s really important that we keep it that way. No one must hold all pieces of the glazed ham. Or..... bad things?
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Oh my. Pain o’clock already?
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SOMEONE GET THEIR ASS IN THERE AND GIVE MY BOY A HUG!
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Hey! What do you see? Is he in there?
I can’t see a goddamn thing.
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So I know that he’s like what, 15? And like grew up with a dad. But like you know they made him scream “A-Die” and then wake up to Zhou ZiShu’s comforting touch on purpose. You know that was planned.
Maybe not a father, but certainly a father figure.
(Also thanks, A-Xu for answering my request from earlier for someone to comfort the poor boy.)
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What’s this? The sounds of a scuffle???
Whelp. Not anymore.
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Couldn’t he have just ordered them to leave instead?
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The Ghost Valley seems to be following me rather closely.
Oh you have no idea. ;)
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Alcohol detected
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Let me call you a cute pet name and I’ll let you drink from my bottle of nectar. ;)
Oh my god this shit again?
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You know what?
Two can play at this game.
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You wanna see what lies underneath? Rip it off yourself.
Don’t worry! I’m patient! Sleep well! Dream of me! I know I’ll be dreaming of you! ;)
#word of honor#Shanhe Ling#wen kexing#zhou zishu#zhang chengling#Gu Xiang#Writing WoH#spoilers#episode 3#long post
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𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 — stop starin’
(disclaimer: it’s been almost a year since i’ve written anything so please be kind. i apologize if this is bad)
“it’s girl niiiiiight!” you let out a exhausting groan as you lazily roll out of bed. the sound of cherry’s voice rung through the hallway as she opens your bedroom door with a devilish grin on her face. girls night. a night you dreaded every week, but couldn’t seem to escape. maybe it was because cherry was your only friend. you were extremely grateful she took you under her wing when you moved to tulsa but you two couldn’t be more different, and that’s the hard part when it comes to agreeing on something to do. especially when it involves her other friends. you didn’t feel like you belonged.
“cherry please, no more parties,” you wined. “i think i nearly died of alcohol poisoning last time.”
cherry laughs. sitting down beside you on your bed.
“it’s not a party y/n. i promise. i thought we’d do something different...how bout a movie? just the two of us tonight.”
you perk up pulling cherry into a long unexpected hug. it’s been awhile since girls night didn’t involve alcohol, loud music, or drunken idiots. you haven’t been this excited to see a movie in a long time.
later that night you two arrive at the drive in. it’s busy but not packed. there’s plenty of empty seats for the two of you, so you decide to take a seat towards the back. before you sit you and cherry decide to stop and get some snacks, you get a large popcorn and a coke. cherry decides to just share the popcorn with you and gets a large drink. after you pay you find your way back to the seats.
as you sit down you look up towards the screen and see a boy leaning against a car, he’s tall but not super tall, his white tee shirt bleeds through his dark jacket and his wavy hair is blowing lightly in the cool air. you meet his gaze for a second as he’s lighting his cigarette. quickly you look away before it became awkward. the last thing you want is for him to approach you. cherry must have noticed when you got suddenly quiet, she follows to where your eyes were previously glued and her brows furrow.
“no. NOT him!” she yells. “y/n that greaser is nothin but trouble. trust me. he tried getting to me at this same drive in and i poured his coke right over his head.” she said crossing her arms.
you were shocked at her sudden change in attitude. you’ve never seen cherry this riled up over anything or anyone before. so you decide to trust her judgment and forget about him. that is until you see this mystery boy start making his way towards you. cherry let’s out a long sigh, she saw him coming and he stops right in front of your seats, not saying a word.
“dallas winston don’t you have anything better to do like running from the police or somethin” cherry snaps clearly unhappy with his presence.
“oh come on now doll. don’t be like that,” he smiles seductively. “what’s your name?” he turns focusing on you.
“i-i’m y/n.”
“well y/n if you didn’t already hear i’m dallas. dallas winston. pleasure to meet you beautiful.”
you could feel your cheeks heat up as he sits in the empty chair next to you. his eyes were glued to you for what felt like hours. he was admiring. like you were a display painting at an art museum. and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
“do you need something?” you ask shyly.
he shakes his head and laughs.
“nahh,” dallas pauses for a moment. “i just think you’re the prettiest gal i’ve ever seen at this dump.”
you didn’t know how to respond, no one has ever called you pretty, ever. especially someone this attractive, his mysterious side kept pulling you in more and more. cherry was fuming at this point she had whispered in your ear to get rid of him but you pretended not to hear her. after a few minutes of you and dallas talking you didn’t see this mean spirited boy cherry had told you about, she was even shocked at how polite he was being.
you decide to let him stay for the movie. he gently places his hand on your leg, you were wearing a skirt that day so his cold fingertips were laying on your soft exposed skin. this sent a shiver up your spine. you couldn’t see his face but you knew he was grinning and your sudden change in body language.
you did have to slap his hand away a couple times when he tried to travel farther er and farther up your leg. you knew it wasn’t the time or place for that sort of experience. especially with someone like dallas winston. even though a small part of you wanted it.
after the movie ends, you and cherry get up from your seats. dallas stays seated for second before getting up slowly and lighting another cigarette. he takes a long drag and steps closer to you. the smell of cigarette smoke filling your nostrils. he rolls his head back and releases the smoke from his mouth before turning his attention back towards you.
“so y/n same time next week?”
“i- wait what?” you ask confused.
he laughs and reaches over moving a piece of hair that has fallen over your eyes.
“next week, i’m askin you out on a date.” he says confidently.
“o-okay y-yeah next saturday. pick me up at 7,” you barely managed to contain your excitement. this was your first official date after all.
a wide smile spreads across dallas’ face. he looks up at you, clearly emearsed once again by your beauty. he was mesmerized by how the moonlight made your eyes look like they were sparkling. and how pink and glossy your lips were. you two seemed to just stare at each other’s features before your rudely interrupted.
“cmon y/n we gotta get you home before your momma starts thinking you’ve been kidnapped,” cherry laces her arms in yours and drags you away.
she takes a look back and laughs.
“he can’t take his eyes off you,” she says sweetly.
before you go your separate ways completely you turn around, and cherry was right he was still facing you as you were walking away. and he didn’t seem embarrassed by it either. you shake your head and shyly look down at your feet.
“hey dallas!” you shout loud enough for him to hear. “stop starin!”
#the outsiders#dallas winston imagine#dallas#dallas winston#matt dillon#the outsiders imagine#two bit mathews#the outsiders sodapop#greaser#johnny cade#the outsiders darry#ponyboy x reader#ponyboy curtis#se hinton
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Okay off to bed for real, please think about girls as wide as they are tall gently and thoughtfully romancing you okay good niiiiiight
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okay niiiiiight
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PFFFFFFFT Dorks
he's sitting on meeeee - 😈👻
Nooooo! ...Okay gravity lifted, let's get some breakfast - 👑👻
so mean to me and after i was so niiiiiiice last niiiiiight - 😈👻
You'll liiiiiive - 👑👻
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Dirty Dancing {1}
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park Jimin; Radio-host!Yoongi; Fem!Yoongi; Translator!Jimin; Alternate-universe!AU; Non-Idol!AU.
Warnings: Language, mentions of smut, violence, transgender character, mentions of suicide, eating disorder, talks of mental health, mentions of self-harm, talks of racial discrimination; POLITICS
Other Notes: V-Hope, NamJin, Sana of Twice is in this story, SanKook, Lisa of Blackpink is in this as well, Liskook, Trans!Hoseok
Summary: Local radio talk show host, Min Yoongi, has been running from his past for years, but when his closest friend Jung Hoseok introduces him to a handsome translator from Korea, Yoongi thinks he might have found something- or someone- to run to.
Song of the chapter: You’re So Cool, Jonathan Bree
Word count: 3,507
“Now I’ve had the time of my life…”
Yoongi sang along happily, letting his eyes close slowly as the lyrics flew out of his mouth. His body slowly started grooving along to the music, and without a second thought, he got off the couch and started dancing along with Johnny and Baby. Yoongi twirled around the living room without a partner, and barely missed trampling his precious Holly by mere inches.
“You’re the one thing, I can’t get enough of…”
Yoongi continued to sing as his not-so-perfect dance moves made him feel invincible. He was on cloud nine, and it wasn’t until something cold and wet splashed on his feet that Yoongi snapped out of his daze. He groaned loudly, Holly’s water bowl was upside down and the freshwater was now soaking his carpet. Yoongi ran a hand through his hair and looked at the tv to see that his favorite part of the movie was coming up. Baby ran as fast as she could towards Johnny, and his strong arms lifted her up into the sky. Yoongi sighed and looked at the floor. Holly was licking his foot.
“Holly,” He said sadly, “You’re lucky you’re a dog. You don’t have to find someone who can beat 1980s, Patrick Swayze.”
He got a small whine in response. “I know girl,” Yoongi bent down and picked up the toy poodle, “They don’t make them like they used to.”
Yoongi walked back to the couch, completely ignoring the mess, and plopped down. Holly curled up in his arms while he finished watching the last few minutes. Dirty Dancing was easily Yoongi’s favorite movie, he could recite it word-for-word at this point, and even being a hopeless dancer, he managed to engrave the choreography in his mind. It was at the part where Johnny is mouthing the words of the song to Baby when his phone chimed making Holly let out a squeaky bark.
“Hush, it’s not the doorbell,” Yoongi scolded, mentally reminding himself to change his notification tone.
Hobi [11:43 PM]
Bonjour hyung!
Yoongi smiled fondly at the screen. Hoseok had been his closest friend since middle school. The pair were never apart, and even when Hoseok had come out to Yoongi and told him of their gender crisis, Yoongi had never turned his back to Hoseok. They had formed a bond, and when Hoseok had fallen in love with a foreign man during college, Yoongi did not feel anger when the two of them did not see one another as often. If Hoseok was happy then so was Yoongi.
Me [11:44 PM]
Salut. What’s up? I thought you were with Tae.
Hobi [11:46 PM]
Oh, I still am! He’s such a dreamboat, hyung! Propre sur lui, charment, tres beaux.
Me [11: 49 PM]
Are you just going to talk about Tae because I’d like to know how your doctor’s appointment went. I’m sorry for not being able to come. I had to finish my script for tomorrow night’s show.
Hobi [11:55 PM]
No worries! Well, the surgery is going to cost a shit ton of money which I was expecting. That’s not really a problem. I have the money for it. The weird thing is… the doctor was kind of rude once I told him that I didn’t want breast implants
Yoongi felt his ear heating up. Most doctors reacted the same way. Hoseok’s decision to keep their flat chest was a popular topic at their support groups and therapist office. To keep it frank, it pissed Yoongi off. He knew how much it hurt his friend when someone downplayed their gender identity solely because they did not want fake breasts. Hoseok had explained to Yoongi that they had thought about it and realized that it was a decision that they were very firm on. Hoseok did not want implants, not because they were confused or having second thoughts, but because they were a professional gymnast. Hoseok was constantly surrounded by muscular women who had a chest like their own. Of course, this did not stop the weird glances at them once they let this little fact about themselves be known.
Me [11: 58 PM]
Did you tell him your view on that whole situation? Maybe he was trying to see if you were serious because of how expensive a vaginoplasty is?
Hobi [11:59 PM]
No…kind of seemed like he didn’t take me seriously after that.
Me [12:01 AM]
Are you for real? What the hell happened?
Hobi [12:03 AM]
Yeah. He went from being supportive to trying to talk me out of the procedure. I just told him I would go somewhere else.
Hobi [12:06 AM]
It wasn’t a great feeling at all
Hobi [12:15 AM]
Kind of like I wasn’t woman enough to be getting a sex change. He even commented on the fact that I’m still going by my “male” name. I had to share personal shit with the guy. Then he misgendered me twice and even said it was odd that I wanted a sex change even though I don’t go by female pronouns. Like dude what the fuck?
Yoongi stared at his phone and felt the heat from his ears spread across his entire body.
Hobi [12:17 AM]
Anyway, Taehyung’s friend from Korea is coming to France for a few weeks and he wanted to know if you were down for dinner with us. From what I’ve seen of him, he’s super cute 😉
Me [12:19 AM]
Are you seriously trying to set me up with some dude right after telling me about some fucking asshole treating you like garbage when he’s supposed to be helping you? Really Hobi? Are you okay?
Hobi [12:21 AM]
Yeah, I’m great. I’m used to this kind of shit by now. I don’t completely blame the guy for being hesitant. It is a life-altering surgery. I won’t be able to go back afterward. I didn’t appreciate the comments about my sexuality or the misgendering, but my entire transition has been a wild ride for everyone involved. Even you. I promise you that I’m okay. I would’ve called you crying by now if not and we both know it lol. Are you coming or not?
Yoongi felt himself cooling down. His heart filled with adoration for the woman Hoseok had become. It had been a very confusing and hard journey to get where they are now, but Yoongi was so proud of his friend. Hoseok had gone from ‘Henri,’ the only other French-Korean kid in Dijon, to ‘Henri’ the “flaming gay” in middle school, and finally Hoseok, the professional gymnast in their woman’s league during their freshman year at university. Yoongi would always cherish those memories. Though they had been the hardest times of his life, and even harder for Hoseok, he would not change a single thing. Those were the days that gave him the most important person in his life.
Me [12:26 AM]
Yeah, I’ll be there. Is it just me, you, Tae, and his allegedly cute friend?
Hobi [12:27 AM]
Those are the definite ones, yes. Kook said him and Sana might drop by before they go back to Japan
Me [12:29 AM]
Great.
Hobi [12:31 AM]
I’m not happy about it either. I don’t like her any more than you do, but Jungkook is Taehyung’s best friend and I’ll put up with her so they can see one another.
Me: [12:32 AM]
I miss Lisa. Kook seemed happier, and he is miserable in Japan. Jungkook misses France. Jungkook misses Lisa. I wouldn’t be surprised if he snuck out to see her.
Hobi [12:34 AM]
Everyone misses Lisa, hyung. If Kook’s willing to deal with Sana, then let’s let him be happy. We can’t bring up his ex every chance we get just because we don’t like Sana. But that doesn’t mean I’m not team Lisa all the way.
Hobi [12:37 AM]
Oh, he hasn’t...yet. We did make reservations at the most wonderful Korean restaurant in town though. Who knows, maybe a certain Kim Namjoon’s little cousin will be waiting tables... and our table just might be in her section as told to me by the uncle’s husband himself. Apparently, Lisa got a phone call last night and ran out during closing. I think she was running after her white rabbit.
Me [12:38 AM]
Team Lisa > Team Sana
Me [12:47 AM]
I do love Jin’s lamb skewers. I don’t know Hobi. That seems like we’re stepping over certain boundaries. Jungkook is a grown man. He’s not our little bunny boy anymore. You know that. Whatever is going on between him and Lisa is between them. Sana is his girlfriend. I don’t like her, I don’t think I ever will, and you just said you were going to play nice. All this is going to do is stress out Kook, piss off Sana, and really hurt Lisa. So, please don’t make her wait our table and give Sana another reason to keep Jungkook as far away from Dijon as possible.
Hobi [12:40 AM]
I hate it when you’re reasonable. Look, I understand that and all, but Sana is hardly a girlfriend. Kook doesn’t even smile when she’s around. I don’t want them together. I want him to dump her and get his head back on and get with the most perfect girl. I’m going to make this happen Yoongi, one way or another I always get my way. Anyway, I’m tired. What are you talking about tomorrow? Make sure to message me when you’re about to start. You’re my only source of entertainment when Tae’s at work. Get some sleep, you need it. No more all-nighters. Thanks for being wonderful and supportive. Don’t worry about me so much! I love you~~~~~~ niiiiiight!
Me [12:41 AM]
I know you’re trying to help him, but please just let Jungkook figure these things out on his own. I’ll talk to him if that’ll make you feel better... just don’t put Lisa through that. You know how she feels about him and seeing him there with a supermodel on his arm is going to destroy her. Do you really think Jungkook deserves Lisa after all he did? Do I miss them? Yes, but I understand that everything changes. Let her move on and let Jungkook become an adult on his own. We’re talking political parties and shit. Namjoon’s idea. It’s about as exciting as watching paint dry. You’re going to pass out within the first two minutes. Sadly, I don’t have a funny or entertaining story to tell, and Joon really wants any excuse to rag on the communist party. I don’t blame the guy, but I hate talking about the same shit repeatedly. I’ll text you. I’m out of my pills and melatonin doesn’t work. Not a problem. I’ll always worry about you. You too. Night.
Yoongi tossed his phone on the coffee table in front of him. Not even flinching when the impact made a loud clang. Holly jumped, suddenly startled, and hid her face in the crook of Yoongi’s neck. He laughed, although he didn’t make a sound, and began to soothe his puppy.
“It’s alright Holly,” He said, lightly stroking her curly hair, “It’s nothing. I’ll protect you from the vicious sound demons. I promise.”
Then, without a second of hesitation, Holly turned her head and gave Yoongi a big lick on the mouth.
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“Good show tonight,” Yoongi said, flipping his hair behind his shoulders in search for a rubber band. “I can’t say the same for my hair, though. I have to go to dinner with Hoseok and Tae tonight, they’re trying to hook me up with some rando.”
“Tragic,” Najoonn replied, raising an eyebrow and picking up his duffel bag from off the floor.
“Cool it with the whole ‘being an asshole’ thing you got going on,” Yoongi looked at Namjoon and then the coffee cup in his hand, and then back again, “What’s the matter? You’re not usually this pissy.”
“Fucking Jin. He keeps on saying that Jungkook and Lisa are getting back together. It’s pissing me off. The guy is in Japan with some model now. Lisa was just starting to get back to normal and now I hear this prick is coming for a visit. I don’t get it. If he doesn’t want to be with Lisa, then why won’t he leave her alone?”
Yoongi pursed his lips and looked at the ground. He was not sure how to respond. He loved Namjoon dearly, and Lisa as well, but picking sides was not his style. He knew that Jungkook had hurt Lisa, which in turn, turned half of their old group against him, but Yoongi was aware of Lisa’s faults as well. He was a bad listener, but she was a control freak. When Lisa would make a mistake, Jungkook would be uncontrollably angry, but when the roles were reversed, she was spiteful. They were not picture-perfect, but for every bad thing that had ever happened at least a hundred, good things did. They were happy until the very end. Until Jungkook abruptly ended things and moved to Japan. Until he was on the cover of magazines. Until he was with Sana.
“Joon, look,” Yoongi began, finally finding his hair tie and wrapping his hair up haphazardly. “Lisa and Kook are grown, and for your information, it wasn’t just your husband making all this planning. Who do you think put the bug in his ear?”
Namjoon rolled his eyes and wiped his hand down his face, “Hoseok.”
“Bingo. Don’t worry, we’ve been talking about this for the past three days. I convinced them to let me handle the situation and just talk to Jungkook. I just want to see where his mind’s at. They’re just trying to help.”
“Help?” Namjoon stood up hastily, fumbling a bit, his cigarettes falling out of his lap. “Do they think any of this is going to be good for my baby cousin? No, of course not. All they care about is Jungkook and how he feels. He left Lisa. He hurt her. Why are they so worried about him when he’s a rich model with a rich model girlfriend?”
“Because he’s miserable, Joon.” Yoongi replied.
Namjoon’s expression fell. Yoongi could almost hear the “you may speak now” when he looked into his friend’s eyes. Namjoon was getting defensive, and when he gets defensive there is nothing you can do but let him get it out and move on. If you do not leave it alone, then he becomes excited and angry, a real hot-head, and when it is all over, he will not speak to you for at least two weeks. Luckily for Yoongi, however, he and Namjoon work together every day. He could not escape him even if he wanted to.
“I know Lisa is your cousin, I get it. You need to remember that you used to be the one that would talk to Jungkook when he was down. You were his favorite. He looked up to you like a God. You were the big brother he never had and the father he always wanted. He is miserable. Miserable enough to call Lisa the first night he gets to Dijon to meet with him. Miserable enough to come back home knowing that his best friend hates him. Miserable enough to sit at a table with half of the people he cares about not there because of him. Jungkook is not happy, and Sana is nothing more than a distraction. You know that as much as I do.
“I agree with you, Joon. Lisa deserves so much better and I have tried time and time again to reach out to her, but she won’t answer my calls. You and Jin are the only two people who she speaks to, she avoids us like the plague and didn’t even have the decency to tell Hoseok she wanted to switch gyms until the last minute when she knew they needed her for competition. But the second Jungkook is in town she drops everything she’s going to see him. She is a grown woman. I’m mad at them both. Stop making the boy feel guilty for breaking up with someone.”
“Lisa is not ‘just someone’ Min Yoongi,” Namjoon picked up his cigarettes, slung his duffel bag over his shoulder, and walked away, roughly shoulder swiping Yoongi on his way out. “Have a nice time at dinner. Hope your new boy toy doesn’t end up like the last.”
“Go fuck yourself,” Yoongi replied, but the door was already slamming shut.
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Yoongi checked his appearance in the car mirror once again. His hair had been tied up to hide how awful it looked after wearing a beanie for the entire show, and he was still skeptical of his makeup. He never did the best job when he was angry. After touching up his eyebrows and mascara that he had put on that morning before going to work, he lightly concealed his under eyes and the small acne scars that dotted his cheekbones, powdered, and applied a generous amount of lip gloss to his lips. He was nervous that the small light in his car was deceiving him into thinking he looked better than he did, but it was too late to fix anything. He was already running late.
He stumbled out of his truck, ankles almost giving out and he could not figure out if it was a bad hop or the heels, he picked out specifically so he would not bust his ass.
“Of course, I fall,” He said to himself, “I should know that always happens when I try to look cool.”
He knew Hoseok was there the second he walked in. He did not have to see them to know they were there. That laugh was distinct and the Korean flying out of their mouth only solidified that fact. He followed the sounds to a little booth in the back of the restaurant, a small divider giving the party some privacy. Yoongi gave it to Jin, at least they would not bother the entire restaurant…hopefully.
“Hyung!” Taehyung exclaimed, his smile widening in a cute box shape, and it reminded Yoongi just how boyish he was. “You’re here!”
“I said I was coming, didn’t I?” Yoongi replied, finding a seat at the floor table.
“Well, you were late so I wasn’t sure you would show up.” Hoseok added, giving Yoongi a dirty look.
“Don’t look at me like that. I can’t control traffic or Namjoon’s bitch fits at the end of the day. I’m sorry I fucked with you OCD, though.”
“Geez,” Hoseok rolled their eyes, “What was his problem this time?”
“The whole Jungkook situation. He got pissed off that I was coming to dinner with you guys even though Kook would be here. Things escalated from there. He brought him up, too.”
“He did what?” Hoseok’s eyes widened, and slammed their drink on the table, “Are you serious? That bastard.”
“Eh, this is Joon we’re talking about. The most melodramatic person on the planet. It’s no biggie. Anyway,” Yoongi looked around, “where’s this ‘attractive’ friend of yours, Tae?”
“Oh, he went out for a smoke. He should be back in a minute.”
“You’re hooking me up with a smoker? Really? That’s gross.”
“Smoking is the dirtiest thing that boy does,” Hoseok defended, “Just give him a chance. Jimin’s your type. Small, fair, funny, sweet, and his butt is nice. He used to be a dancer before becoming a translator for advertising companies in Seoul and let me tell you… you’re going to change that tone when you see him.”
“See who?” Someone suddenly piped, making Yoongi flinch and turn his head.
He turned around and there he was. The small, fair, funny, sweet, dancing angel. His lips were full and plush, his nose small and slightly flat, but still buttoned enough to frame his face, his eyes shined a warm, chocolate brown, and his hair was a charcoal black. His skin almost glowed and not a single imperfection was insight. Yoongi suddenly felt very insecure. He was hyperaware of the coffee stains on his pants and the fact that he was wearing a five-year-old thrift store shirt with small holes in certain spots, while Jimin was dressed to the nines in the most casual way possible, black jeans, a black button-up, and some worn black dress shoes.
“Oh!” He exclaimed, and Yoongi melted at the sound of his voice, “Pardon me. I’m Jimin Park. You must be Yoongi. Hoseok has told me so much about you.”
Yoongi almost laughed out loud at the awful accent Jimin had when he spoke French, but simply smiled and shook his hand.
“I speak Korean. Don’t worry, it takes a lot more than going out for a smoke break to get me worked up.”
He was shocked, the words falling from his lips completely backtracking from what he has just told Hoseok.Yoongi could only imagine the shit-eating grin on their face right now. I told you so. Yes, yes you did, he thought.
Jimin sighed and returned the smile, “You know, those two kept trying to tell me that you were cute, but they didn’t do the best job at explaining just how cute you actually, are.”
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