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deewithani · 3 years

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A clone’s first day at Coruscant prison

Clone Trooper Toast Series Volume 1

Pairing: Clone Trooper Toast x GN!Reader

Word count: 2,336

T/W: Hazing

Rating: G

A/N: I couldn’t help but go serious with this. It was started out as a drabble, but quickly gained its own life and I couldn’t stop. Toast clone is love. Toast clone is life. Toast clone deserves happiness too. I might write another couple of fics to give him some. This is my first fic ever, no beta. If we die, we die.

Tags: @royalhandmaidens as requested.

If you sat Toast down and asked him what his favorite food in the galaxy was, he would tell you it was toast. It was true, and his love for toast begat the name that he was given. He didn’t know exactly what it was about toast that made it his favorite food. It tasted good, sure, much better than the rations that were more commonly served to clones no longer in training (or so he had heard, he was fresh out of training himself), and definitely better than what they served to cadets to ensure their nutritional needs were met, but not exceeded, at the bare minimum of cost. You could put different toppings and spreads on it, giving you a new breakfast every day if you wanted. And it was cheap, so the Republic had no issue serving it to Clones as an “option”, sitting in the breakfast lineup on a tray, next to a small basket filled with small packets of butter and jogan fruit jam. He came to the mess at the same time every day, just so he could have some toast, because breakfast was his favorite part of every day. No, he wasn’t sure what it was about toast itself that made him like it best, but he knew it was his favorite food the first time he had breakfast at the Republic Judiciary Central Detention Center.

You thought back to the first time you ever met Toast, the very first day he came to the prison, and the first time you ever saw “First Breakfast”. He arrived early that morning directly from Kamino with many of his other brothers, fresh faced and ready to make a difference in the war. To do a good job. To be a good soldier. To be a good brother. He had high hopes for this posting, and high expectations for himself, and he was prepared to do his duty to serve the Republic and its people. You thought back to that day with happiness. It was the day you met the most wonderful person in the galaxy.

On that very first day on duty he was cornered by a small group of more experienced troopers who were tasked with showing him around and getting him acquainted with his job and the brothers he would be working with. One of the most well known first day rituals the the boys participated in was known as the “First Breakfast”. It was a time where the more experienced clones would welcome their new brothers, in their own special way. The First Breakfast was a tradition, and every clone that worked at the prison had participated in it. Toast’s participation in the First Breakfast was required before he set foot on the floor, whether he knew it or not.

“C’mon vod” the leader of the group, Ether, had said. “Let’s head to the mess to grab some grub before shift change.” Toast spent the short walk answering questions, “How are the cadets on Kamino doing?”, “What do you think of Coruscant?”, “Do you know any girls?”, “Did you chose a name yet?”. He didn’t really know how to answer those questions, he never really thought about his own feelings about his life, but he answered them as best he could. The cadets were doing as well as any other clone had done on Kamino. Coruscant was different than Kamino, but he had never been any other place to make a fair comparison. Of course he didn’t know any girls, there were none aside from the Kaminoans and the Jedi Shaak Ti at the training center. And no, he didn’t have a name, he just didn’t stand out from his brothers enough to warrant a name, either from his vod or from his own heart.

When they finally reached the mess, Ether put an arm around Toast and gave him a rough side hug. “Alright vod. This is the staff mess. There’s mostly clones here, but there is some natborn staff, so don’t be surprised if you see a face that doesn’t look like your own in the mess every now and then. Now, the menu changes, and you know as well as the rest of us that some food just isn’t edible, so let me guide you through what’s good, and what’s not.” As he walked down the line he pointed out exotic dishes, to Toast’s palette anyway.

You sat alone in the corner of the mess, reading the day’s news on your holopad, unaware of the shiny new trooper that Ether’s crew just brought through the door. Ether lifted his voice, pulling your attention to the group, where he had his arm around the shoulders of the timid looking clone. You had heard that Ether liked to put new troopers under his wing, at least long enough to play a mean spirited prank on them, but the clones had always been tight lipped, and you had never seen or heard any solid proof it. Until today. Today, it looked like you might get a glimpse inside the world of a new clone at the Coruscant prison.

You watched as Ether pointed out various foods to the new trooper, shaking his head yes and no at various times, presumably to indicate which choices were better than others. It should seem obvious which were best; some dishes were barely touched, while others were attacked as if they were set out for a pack of loth-wolves. It didn’t take a scientist to know that clones had a liking for the spicy pepper hash that was a staple in the mess, and tended to stay away from the blue hued yogurt. You suspected that Ether was telling him the same.

First Breakfast always –always – included the spicy pepper hash. Every new trooper had to try it, even though all the others knew it was spicier than the lava of Mustafar. Ether knew First Breakfast was a mean prank. New clone trooper, fresh from Kamino? He’s never had anything spicier than some salt and pepper added to the “grey fluff” they called food on Kamino. The long necks probably didn’t even know what a pepper was, if he was being honest with himself. But he had seen more than one new shiny come through those prison doors and fall in love with the spicy pepper hash. They just needed to jump in feet first. Try it, burn up your taste buds, have a good laugh with your brothers, and tada, you’re part of the group! Every single clone here went through it, and it was obvious that almost all of them had a taste for the peppers. Besides, even if he didn’t like it, it was a bonding experience, and there were other things he could eat after today. He wouldn’t be the only clone that would pass on the hash after the First Breakfast, and no one held it against any of the others.

You watched as Ether filled the young clone’s plate with spicy pepper hash, telling him it was the most popular dish at the prison. He didn’t lie, exactly. It was. Loved by both clone troopers and prisoners, the hash was easily mass produced, cheap, and came frozen, allowing it to be safely stored for long periods. It was perfect for the prison, and the workers and inhabitants it contained. He just left out the ‘it’s so spicy it will make you cry’ part. The new trooper didn’t even know what spicy was, let alone that it caused physical pain, but Ether and the other clones did, and you did too. Unfortunately for the young shiny, you didn’t know that he never eaten anything spicy before. The clone troopers seemed to love it, so why would you think the new guy would be any different.

Ether and his buddies led Toast to a table, in his hands his full plate and a small glass of water. The others had also chosen the spicy pepper hash, but had chosen to drink blue milk instead. “Kriff”, you thought to yourself, “that hash is really spicy. The other troopers are drinking blue milk, but he’s only got a glass of water. He doesn’t know what he’s in for”. You made the decision right then, if this is what Ether has in mind for his “prank”, you’ll have a glass of blue milk ready for what you felt was inevitable. If you were wrong, well, you would just have a glass of blue milk to drink for yourself. No harm, no foul, you could play it off as being thirsty and not bother the clones as they went about their business, but you wanted to be ready in any case. You didn’t like a bully, in any case, and if you had to take the new trooper the milk you could just play it off as just getting to know your new coworker, even if you didn’t work in the same area as he did.

You watched as the troopers started chowing down on their breakfasts, some eating slowly and savoring their meal, others shoveling it in as fast as they could. The new trooper dug in as well, but you noticed his face started turning red almost as soon as the hash hit is tongue. Most of the others with him had already started sipping on their milk, but the new clone was guzzling down his water before he ha d finished his first bite, coughing and trying to catch his breath as the strange food burned his mouth. You decided then that the prank had gone too far, and you got up to take the milk to the beleaguered clone.

“Here”, you told him. “Drink this. It will help take the spiciness away.” Toast, brow covered in sweat, eagerly took the milk from your hand and downed it in record time. “I’ll get you some more if you’d like.”, you said, and he vigorously nodded affirmingly. While you headed back to refill his milk, his brothers all gathered around him, patting him on the back jovially and welcoming him to the crew. On your way back to the table you noticed the small smile on his face, presumably for sufficiently passing the “test” and becoming one of the group. You still didn’t like Ether’s prank, but it did warm your heart to see the new trooper take it in stride, and his brothers gathering around to celebrate his official first day guarding the worst of the worst the galaxy had to offer.

While you were getting him a refill of milk you had an idea. Just because he had a bad experience with the spicy pepper hash didn’t mean that he couldn’t still have some breakfast. The problem was knowing what he liked. You had absolutely no idea. So you decided on the safe bet: toast. You grabbed a plate, a butter knife, and a fork, a couple of pieces of toast, and one pack each of butter and jogan fruit jam. Returning to the table you sat down at the seat opposite of Toast, placing the glass of milk and the plate in front of him, silently smacking yourself in the head when you noticed you added an unnecessary fork to the mix. Thoughts of how he would think you were an absolute idiot ran through your mind, but he looked up at you and smiled, graciously accepting the milk and toast.

He looked at the plate quizzically, before asking “What is this?” You were sure that he wouldn’t trust anything anyone else brought him after the fiery start to his first day, but he listened intently as you explained the different items you had placed on the plate. You told him the toast was an easy to eat food, not spicy and well tolerated by most people, and the butter and jam were used as spreads for the top. You thought he may like it more than the hash, so you brought it to him to try.

He seemed to accept your explanation, and after showing him how to add the butter and jam to toast you watched him take a bite. He chewed for a moment before his eyes went wide and a big smile split his face. Swallowing, he took a sip of milk, then looked back to you and exclaimed that it was the best thing that he had ever eaten in his life. At least, it was the best thing he had eaten up to that point.

“Well then, toast-boy, I’m glad there’s food here that you can enjoy. It’s my favorite food in the mess, I don’t really trust anything else, honestly.” You sat together at the table for a few minutes, asking each other questions and learning about your new friend. As the clock moved closer to the official start of your own day, you moved to wrap up your conversation, and you steered in the direction of your names. After you had officially introduced yourself, he looked at you sadly. He had never had a problem with not having a name before, but now he had to give you his designation, which felt inadequate, but he gave you what he had and explained that he hadn’t chosen a name for himself, and no one had given him a name either.

He didn’t have a name? How odd. Although you rarely worked with the clones directly every one you met had a name of some sort. Was it normal not to have a name? You didn’t know, but kind eyed clone gave you as much as he had. He was nice, and was good conversation, so you hoped that you would see him again.

“Listen, next time I see you, how about I call you Toast instead of those numbers? It would be easier for me to remember”.

“Yeah, I’d like that. ‘Toast’. Thanks for the name!”

You saw him in the mess every morning for breakfast from that day on.

#toast clone x reader #clone trooper toast #toast clone is best clone #our precious toast #what did i just write #i have no idea #it had a mind of its own #star wars fanfiction #star wars #the clone wars #gonna give toast some happiness if it kills me #toast clone

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athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit · 3 years

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Of Ice and Blood

Part 6

Part 6~ cuz I love y'all <3 don't forget to drink your vitamins and keep hydrated! Stay safe and healthy my loves :)

Word count: 3k+ words

Pairing: Tai'chi Kashharzol (Orc) x Pearl Blackbell (Human OC/Reader)

Warnings: None. (tis a fluff-filled chapter)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

* beware of little shifts in perspective from two characters, we will be jumping casually from their minds.

You caught the orc staring at you again, with a smile that made his tusks jut out more. "H-Hi!" you blurted out, waving.

As you began walking towards him, you found yourself losing balance, your legs giving out. You closed your eyes reflexively and expected to land face-first on the tiled floor.

Only you didn't.

You felt a strong arm around your waist and a large hand on your back, nearly covering the expanse of it. Instead of the floor, you found yourself smushed against something warm, and that thing, you figured out a second later, was Tai'chi's chest. You became flustered and felt your cheeks and ears redden. Your nose was practically inhaling his scent now, all that musky and rich smell of his making you light-headed. Stuttering, you pulled your head back.

"I-I-I— Ta-Tai'chi???"

Congratulations self, that was perfect, wow.

"Hm? Oh, uh, sorry. I acted on impulse when I saw you collapse." He said as the grip he had on you slackened and moved to hold your shoulder to support you in case you fall again, his other hand, though, remained in its place behind you.

"Don't w-worry about it. My legs just gave out, haha."

That came out awkwardly.

Damn, he is fast.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, his words filled with genuine concern. Your ears were sporting a tinge of red, he noticed. Your scent also changed, signaling you were flustered.

"Ye-yep! We should uh, head back to class now. Oh! We haven't eaten anything for lunch." You said and as if on cue, your stomach grumbled to agree, followed by another grumble but louder, it wasn't yours but Tai'chi's.

The two of you laughed from the sounds they made.

"You're right. How about we go to the cafeteria first to grab something before we head back to our classroom?" He asked, smiling down at you.

"Great idea!" You agreed, a little too eager than you would've liked.

"We should get going then."

He straightened up and removed his hand from your shoulder when he was certain you wouldn't stumble again. Though, he let his hand on your back linger a bit longer even after you left the office.

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The trip to the cafeteria was peaceful, minus the sounds of muffled talking coming from the rooms. Tai'chi was beside you as you walked down the halls, thankful that your legs found their strength again.

Arriving at the significantly less crowded canteen, both of you went ahead and ordered some food before finding a place to eat. Spotting a vacant one a few tables from the main entrance, you trudged to it, Tai'chi following close. You sat down and got a clearer look at his tray.

It was a lot, though you expected it to be. There were more vegetables than meat though.

"Not a fan of meat?"

He looked at you and laughed, echoing through the whole cafeteria, which resulted in some students glancing in your direction.

You were a bit taken aback, not expecting that sort of reaction from him.

"I'm sorry. I just- I don't know why I found it funny. I meant no offense."

"None taken."

"To answer you, I'm a huge fan of meat, red meat to be exact. This was the only portion that's left when I asked for more. And I'm still growing so I made up for the lack of meat with the vegetables. We orcs love a healthy and hearty meal."

What he said made you smile even more.

"What about you?" He glanced at your tray to see a portion almost similar to his albeit more assorted. This made him look back up and you, flabbergasted. "You can eat all of that?"

You looked down to inspect your food choice, and you instantly felt self-conscious.

"I...Uhm yes. I can." You replied, albeit meekly.

Tai'chi noticed the sudden change in your voice and made himself clear; "No, no I didn't mean it like that. I'm just, well, as you already know I haven't met many humans aside from the ones in a village back home, so I was just surprised." Watching him explain himself made you smile again. The thought of you being repulsive vanished out into thin air.

"I eat a lot. Though sometimes I eat more junk than healthy food. Anyways, let's begin, shall we? We're already late and I'm starving!" Laughing, you both know today's attendance in class isn't much of an issue. They did say there won't be any lessons today to give time for 'socializing' instead.

You stopped in your tracks when you realized you haven't shown him your face ever since you met. You looked around to see if anyone was watching and stole glances at the one in front of you. You slowly removed your mask and revealed your face. Not many have seen you without it, only those who are close to you, specifically your family.

"I guess this is the first time you've seen my face, huh?" Nervous, you asked.

Tai'chi stared at you so intensely you felt self-conscious once again. "I-Is there something wrong?"

'Shit, does he find me unattractive? Weird? Not that I expected the opposite but —'

"No. No, there's nothing wrong. You-"

"I'm what?"

"You're beautiful."

'Did he just—'

Your face heated up again and this time you had no mask to hide it.

Hastily, you covered your face with one hand and looked away.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when you did, coughing into his fist before he started eating.

Once you cooled down, you did the same. Trying to focus on the savory food they served in the uni.

Eat, damn it.

You barely noticed the orc, or perhaps you chose not to, as you wolf down your food like you haven't eaten for weeks. Another thing he found admirable and attractive. You ate cleanly, not letting a single piece of food go to waste.

He'll have to find some time later to formally introduce himself, along with other...things.

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You leaned back on your chair, noticing Tai'chi doing the same, as you let the feeling of content wash over yourselves. The food was great! You made a note to thank the cook later.

You sat up after a moment and arranged your dirty utensils. You were against the thought of making the cafeteria's job of cleaning harder than it is. So you cleaned up, stacked plates properly in your tray with concentration, you didn't realize until later that you did the same to his dishes. You didn't spare a peek up into his eyes or else you'd make a fool out of yourself again. Taking a napkin, you wiped your mouth clean before you quickly put on your mask, much to Tai'chi's dismay.

You stood up but before you could walk away, a hand reached out to grab your arm, stopping you. He stood up from his seat.

"Pearl."

"Uh, yes?"

"There's still time before our next class starts. Would you mind taking a stroll around the campus with me?"

"Y-Yeah— sure. I wouldn't mind." You replied, avoiding his gaze.

The two of you strolled around the quiet grounds of the campus. There were trees, younger than the ones in the forest. You took in the nice scenery before you, feeling the fresh, cool air, the gentle rustling of leaves, calming, and the scent of your companion to your left, relaxing and sweet. You were in a daze, barely paying attention when Tai'chi said your name and stood still.

"Hmm?"

He chuckled lightly at your response.

"I want to continue where we left off in the forest."

"Oh. Oh, of course."

"I want to know more about you, Pearl. So I'll start with my true name." He knelt down which startled you momentarily.

"I am Tai'chi Kashharzol, eldest of five siblings, son of Durog and Gala. I come from the Northern stronghold of clan Fatof'san. Before I came down to the city, I was trained and taught basic socialization by an old human who lived in the village under our protection.

"I went through one of my clan's traditions and hunted down my first Snow Bear. The elders gave me an honorary title to carry, right after my kill."

You stood there listening to him earnestly as he told you all of this with pride, taking in each word and committing them into memory.

"I was given the name, 'Frostbreaker'. It is my warrior name." He took a breath before he asked. "Will you honor me of becoming my friend?"

All of this sounds like a confession— technically it is but there's something, intimate about it. The way his eyes shone with such determination and something you can't figure out.

Should I ask? He stopped talking, snap out of it–

"Oh, wow. I mean yes! Yes I'll be your friend. I'd be more than happy to. The honor is mine!"

You beamed as he returned a toothy grin.

"Right. I should also say something like that, well, uh, wait." You were slightly nervous as you removed your mask, offering a shy smile before speaking.

Breathe in.

And out.

"I am Pearl Blackbell, only child and daughter of Leon and Athena Blackbell. I'm from a town, West of here, Red Springs is its name. My parents taught me martial arts, and, uh, the use of self-defense weapons." You paused and showed him your crimson knuckles. "This is my favorite one to use, I'm sure you noticed already. My father... didn't want me to leave home without any assurance that I can defend myself. You were right when you said I have experience in combat. A decent amount of it," you sighed.

"I always, almost every day, get into trouble standing up for someone, bullied, or abused. I also held my own when someone tries to harass me, smashing their faces in."

Tai'chi in turn listened closely, his gaze intense on you. He was concerned about what you implied. Many attempted to assault you? How many times? Did they hurt you? Your smile faltered as you told him the next things about yourself.

"I... didn't have friends as I grew up. People tend to be afraid of what they do not understand, y'know? They didn't want me near them, finding me weird for wearing a mask, plus my reputation for punching humans didn't help," you laughed self-deprecatingly. "So I spent my whole high school years training, mastering my art with the help of my father, who was of course, very strict and hard on me." Finding nothing else comfortable to say at this stage, you went quiet.

"Can I ask you a question?" The orc said a moment later. He was bothered by the fact you had no friends, not even one. And training, training meant pain.

"Only if I can ask one in return." You replied, feeling bold all of a sudden. He grinned at this.

"Why do you always wear a mask?"

There was no trace of ulterior motive in his scent, not the usual annoyance you smelled every time someone asked the same question. So you answered him, honestly.

"Promise you won't get weirded out?"

"I swear on my name."

"Oh. oh, okay that's good. You see, my nose, or my sense of smell specifically, is err, not normal."

Now this made Tai'chi's eyes widen. Did you have an illness of sorts? Is your health in danger? Were you h–

"I can tell how someone is feeling based on the changes in their scent. My nose is very sensitive to odors so I keep wearing a mask every time I go outside. It has been like this since I was born. My doctors say it's rare for a human to possess, they say it's special, a gift from a higher being."

"When we went in the cafeteria after our first class, "—Tai'chi inserted— "Was the reason you stopped advancing inside further, the sour and disgusting smell of the students in there?"

"Yes, actually— Wait, how did you know?" you asked.

How does he know??? Did he just smirk?

"I can smell them too."

"You can?!"

"Yes."

"So you mean to tell me, my nose functions similarly like yours?"

"Yes, perhaps, a little bit differently. Or maybe it's because you didn't hone it."

"How can you say so?"

"I can block out certain smells if I want to. And based on your reaction early on, you're having a hard time doing so, is that right?"

"W-Well, yes. You're right. Usually, I'd wear a mask with a basic filtration device, but that doesn't work when I'm inside a closed space and the scents are all mixed up and concentrated."

Tai'chi nodded in reply. He began to stand up and you were met with his towering form once again. You took a step back so you can put less strain on your neck from looking up.

"You still owe me an answer to a question by the way."

"Go on and ask then."

"So, uh, is it just me or when you told me about you...it kind of felt different from how talking to a friend sounds like..." You fidgeted, a certain heat slowly creeps up your face again as you looked around not wanting to meet his gaze. You felt your heart rate increase as you noticed his scent change, telling you you were right.

Tai'chi sighed heavily and rubbed his temples before gathering the courage to talk.

"Yes, it was different."

"So..."

"We use that kind of formality, usually towards someone we want to court."

Did he say 'court'?!

"C-Court??" you squeaked. Pretty sure your face is redder than the color of your brass knuckles, your heart hammering in your chest you believed he could hear it.

"Courting, or dating, or whatever everyone calls it down here." Breathing in deeply, he returned to kneel before you and took your hands into his, large palms caressing your small ones.

"I'll have to rephrase my words."

He locked his gaze into yours, deep blue eyes to your mahogany ones.

"Will you allow me to court you, Pearl Blackbell?"

"W-Why would you want to court me?"

The hell would someone want to court me? I'm seen as a freak by most people and I'm not soft or girly like the others. I don't like skirts or dresses. I hate makeup. I have calloused hands, scars hidden under my clothes. I don't understand —

He gave you a soft smile, cutting off your train of self-deprecating thoughts. "I can hear your mind, Pearl. Don't think low of yourself. You are amazing, y'know that? The first time I saw your eyes, and the moment you fought for my sake, I knew I was smitten. You are graceful, each motion fluid and filled with strength, people would never expect you possess until they feel it through a punch you throw. You are kind, righteous, beautiful, strong, with a heart of gold. It is a shame how most people do not see it. I want to prove myself to you, and win your heart properly."

You were about to pass out from his confession when you remembered you need to respond! Gathering what courage and energy you have left, you answered.

"I...Oh my God... I don't know what to say— I've never experienced this, ever! I'm afraid I won't know what to do- what if I mess up? What if I—"

"Listen, liga ni..." He cut you off as he rubbed circles on your hands, that small shift of language sent his voice into a guttural one. "This is also a first for me, and I share your fears in this. But my wish to pursue you remains unwavered. I will try my best to woo you, and if I do something you didn't like, it is up to you to end the courting, any time you want, and I will stop immediately. I hope we would stay friends if it comes that..." He said as he broke eye contact and looked down.

"Tai'chi..." Seeing him sad like this made your chest twist in discomfort.

Steadying yourself, you studied him, his scent was pure, no malice within his words, he was speaking from his heart. With renewed confidence, you finally decided.

"Tai'chi Kashharzol...I wish to court you as well."

He snapped up his gaze back to you and saw you smile. He scented you just to make sure you weren't doing this out of pity. The moment he realized it was genuine he lifted you in the air and spun you around. You were surprised at the sudden outburst but laughed together with him once you got over it. He set you down after a while and moved his face close to yours but halted immediately when he saw your eyes widen.

"Too forward?" He asked.

"Y-Yeah." Your heart was doing backflips, even if that sounds so ridiculous.

He understood. "I apologize, I got carried away." But before he pulled back you pressed a quick kiss on his forehead. He almost purred from the gesture but suppressed it as not to scare you in any way. You were new to this after all. He cleared his throat and reached out a hand to you.

"We should head back, our class will start soon."

"O-okay." You moved to wear your mask again before taking his hand, enjoying the rest of the walk in silence. You were still nervous, but you decided to focus on the now.

I've never felt like this before... Is it a good thing? I think it is.

And with that on your mind, you let yourself relax.

A pair of cruel eyes witnessed the whole exchange, remaining unnoticed as he hid behind a tree, a good distance from where you stood. They watched you and the orc walk away before they went the other direction.

"She will be fun to break. A female, human Blackbell, tempting. This will be a great chance to demonstrate and prove how monstrous an orc could be." They snickered. "I will enjoy this, exceptionally."

"In time, Pearl. In time."

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Now now who is this suspicious person?!

Liga ni — means 'little one' (as an endearment) in Orcish

Tags: @crackinanutshell @kokokatsworld @mitchiesdungeon

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years

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Hey! How are you? What about something like: Captain Hook, Hades, Gaston, Dr. Facilier, and Cruella DeVile becoming jealous over their S/O spending more time with their sidekick than them? Thank you. Stay safe (it's a little crazy out there)

~ Sidekicks and henchmen! ~

~ Go where you dare not go, ~

~ Know things you’re scared to know, ~

~ Protect, and serve, and even glow! ~

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqlOGm1D_ZI

(The song ^^^^)

I’m good thank you! It is a little crazy, and I hope you're okay since writing this! Have a nice day ^^

~~~

Captain Hook: Mr Smee

· One day, Captain Hook is thinking that something is off. But he cant put his finger on it.

· Then, one of his pirates mention that Smee and Y/N have been hanging out a lot lately, and Hook looks around for you and he sees. You are with Smee, right now. Fishing. Smiling. Having a good time.

· Which obviously deeply offends our Captain. Cuz, I mean of course. Duh (I’m trying to sound sarcastic, please tell me it came through XD )

· For the rest of your hang out with Smee, Hook hangs around being quiet and boiling silently. The first time you leave to leave, probably to get something to eat or to toilet, Hook rounds in on his cheerfully humming second in command.

· “Mr Smee… “

· “Yes, Cap’n?? Lovely day to fish, isn’t it? I told Y/N, I told her, today was gonna be stormy! I could smell it, but she thought it’d be beautiful, so for now on I’m gonna trust her, I am- Eurgh!”

· Sorry, Smee can’t talk anymore. Hook has choked him.

· Before you get back, Smee has been ‘dealt with’, and only Hook is waiting for you.

· (No I don’t mean Hook has killed Smee, he could never!! I just mean Hook has had a violent talk with him about not spending so much time with the Captains partner).

· Hook hasn’t got the worst anger issues among the villains of Disney, but oh boy. Does Smee’s mindless optimism and kindess get on his nerves.

Cruella DeVille: Jasper and Horace

· (I don’t know much about Jasper and Horace except they’re a bit idiotic, so bear with me ^^)

· She handles this about the same as Hook ^^ Doesn’t blow a fuse in front of you, but when you realises you’ve been spending way more time with Jasper and Horace rather than her (Probably because she’s busy. I mean, she’s a businesswoman), she takes some time off work to skulk around you are her men, setting the hair on the back of Jasper and Horace’s necks stand on end. They know something’s up, when she smiles at them.

· When you step out for whatever reason, Cruella bids you off with a ‘Love you darling!~’, then turns immediately to Jasper and Horace with a stormy face and snap. ‘What the hell do you idiots think you’re doing??!’

· ‘W-we were only hangin’ out with her, ma’am! Nothing b-bad! Honest!!’

· ‘Yes, yes, I’m sure- GET OUT, YOU BLITHERING FOOLS!’

· “Y-YES MISS DEVILLE, MA’AM!”

· She gets over it quickly, and the next time she sees them she’s all but forgotten it(Making them feel confused, as they were ready to grovel for forgiveness) but when it happened, she was livid with jealousy.

Dr Facilier: Lawrence / His Shadow (We’ll go with Lawrence ^^)

· When Lawrence entered the picture, you quickly got along with him because he treated you like a lady, and you both liked some of the same things. Not that Dr Facilier didn’t, but it was just nice to make a new friend!

· Dr Facilier didn’t act on his annoyance immediately, he just kind of… waited. And stewed in his anger. Which made it get worse and worse, as he watched this and wanted nothing but to just squash that squat old fool. He must have thought he would get used to it, because he knows he shouldn’t feel jealous like this because he trusts you, but… he didn’t get used to it.

· Eventually Lawrence started to feel his poisonous, purple stares, and you noticed him not being very happy when Lawrence was around.

· He assures you, when you ask, that he trusts you and he’s not jealous. Its fine! He loves that you have made a friend! ^^

· On the other hand, he acts his charismatic self and makes a deal with Lawrence that does not, ultimately, end out in the old man’s favour. Something petty, because he still needs Lawrence, but still damaging. Like the hair monster trick in the start of the movie.

Gaston: LeFou

· Gaston is blinded by his own magnificence most of the time, so he doesn’t notice when you start spending more time with Lefou, who is adorable and so much calmer when he’s alone with you and not Gaston.

· See, you had noticed how pent up and stressed Lefou is all the time, and the bags under his eyes because he’s isn’t getting enough because of your boyfriend, so you had taken it upon yourself to help out a bit. Calm him down, get him a life separate from Gaston.

· When Gaston realised, was during a hunting trip of his. He suddenly realised… there was no bumbling, big nosed worshiper following him around listening to him talk about himself. He was just talking to himself.

· Where is everybody??! Does he smell?!

· He stomps back to the town, and finds you and Lefou at your cabin, sitting at your table drinking tea and just have a… nice, relaxing time!

· When Gaston questions you both, he’s relieved to know that he doesn’t stink, and you two are just having tea for a change, but… something about the sight of you and Lefou, sitting at your two chair table… where he is supposed to be sitting with you and not Lefou… did not sit right.

· Cue ‘Scheming Gaston’. Now, his plan this time isn’t so devious as ‘Force girl to marry me or sell her father to the nut house’, but its pretty unfortunate for poor Lefou.

· Basically Gaston waits for Lefou outside your cabin, stops him in his tracks (Or, you know, picks the poor boy up by the back of his collar) and tells him, despite Lefou saying that you and he are just friends, that ‘Y/N is mine. She doesn’t want you, she wants me. So, go somewhere else, I’ll tell her you got sick.’ Or something equally nasty.

· Then Gaston goes on into your cabin and wants cuddles/sex/any activity to spend time with you for the rest of the night.

Hades: Pain and Panic, Meg

· Oh my god, he picks it up the quickest out of everyone (Every. Disney. Villain.) and gets madder than anyone else (Any. Disney. Villain).

· Doesn’t try to hide it from you, either. You know he’s a hot head, unkind to his sidekicks and very easily jealous, its not a secret! But that doesn’t mean you stop being kind and getting along with his sidekicks. Definitely not. In fact, it spurs you on to spend more time with them so they know they’re appreciated… which in turn annoys Hades to no end and causes him to more frequently get mad at them.

· I mean, he knows you’re just super nice and he loves you for it, and he tries to hold himself together, but as soon as Pain or Panic try to intervene in time you are spending with him, Hades, things get bad. And he loses it.

· He doesn’t get so bad with Meg, because he can just kinda threaten her with more years of servitude and she’ll back off (Which he has done, multiple times despite you getting upset about it). Pain and Panic on the other hand are two parts of a whole braincell and continue to make the same mistakes, over and over again.

· Which fits, you know, because Hades will never stop getting mad over the same things over, and over again.

· “Meg, Pain, Panic, my people… I think a certain, important detail is escaping your tiny brains… Y/N IS MINE!!”

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Chapter 4: The Sky is Just a Skip Away ~Investigation~

//This did take longer than expect, and I apologise. I won’t lie and say that I expect to get through the trial quickly since I do go back to college but I will do my best to try and write when I can! As always, I hope you enjoy!

-Chapter 4 Deadly Life, Ultimate Romance Expert’s Talent Lab-

Everyone eventually had gathered at the scene of the crime, unable to describe what they were seeing. Just earlier today I was talking with Kurohiko-san and now…that’s not even getting started on Asano-san. Asano-san? Dead? Who would even think of killing Asano-san? She never stopped thinking about what she could do for everyone, and Kurohiko-san was always available for emotional support whenever somebody needed it. Why…? Why them?

“This is not good. Not in the slightest.” Kurosaki-san tipped his hat down. “Investigating two murders in one with the same amount of time for one murder? I don’t like these odds.”

“I have to agree.” Sly-san crossed his arms. “Right off the bat, I have my own issues with this as well, but I can talk about that stuff at the trial. Speaking of which, he should be arriving now.”

“Ah! You’d be right.” Monokuma popped up, pausing for a few moments. “…ah, no yells in terror. I’m gonna miss that guy, y’know? What a character. Oh well! Just how the killing game goes, right?” Monokuma chuckled, clearly not too beat up over the situation.

“Hold on now, I have some questions to ask of you. After all, this is a completely different kind of investigation for us.” Kurosaki-san said.

“Ah, yeah! This is the first time we’ve had to investigate two corpses! What’s the protocol for that?” Graves-san asked.

“Protocol? I guess you mean who you guys are voting for in the trial. Y’see, in the class trial, I believe in ‘first come, first served’! Meaning the first corpse will be the one you’re voting on!” Monokuma said. The first corpse, huh? Then I guess first order of business will be discerning which corpse is that ‘first’.

“I see…the first corpse.” Sly-san murmured it to himself.

“But wow! Two key players in a row? Your investigation will be rough…but I’m here to make it a little lighter with our recurring sponsor! The Monokuma File! Don’t worry, both of your victims are there! So, happy investigating!” Monokuma disappeared. I looked around at everyone left. There’s eight of us. Half of our original total. A lot less people left to help with the investigation.

“Right! We should decide who’ll stay behind to look after the crime scene!” Graves-san said, “I’m up for doing it this time around!”

“No…I don’t want anyone else looking after this place.” Amaterasu-san growled.

“Huh? Are you saying you wanna do it by yourself? It’s always been at least 2 people keeping watch over the scene.” Okanaya-kun said. Amaterasu-san had a pained look on her face. The most emotion she had shown since we got here. It’s easy to forget, but she really cared about Kurohiko-san and Asano-san.

“Is it alright to let Amaterasu-san look after the scene by herself this time?” Kirishima-san asked. “I-it’s just…it must be a tough situation for her…and we’ll all be coming in and out of here anyway! There’s no reason to worry, right? S-so…”

“Rina-chan…” Amaterasu-san looked up, “thanks. I appreciate that. If you wanna leave anyone with me, I’ll accept Rina-chan.”

“A-ah, is that so?” Kirishima-san smiled shyly as she filtered her hair between her fingers, “I don’t mind doing it. As long as I can help out somehow.”

“C…can I stay as well?”

“Yokozawa-kun?” Kirishima-san tilted her head. Yokozawa-san looked really pale, almost like he was gonna throw up.

“I, uh…I just…this is a lot, so…I’m not sure I’m up for moving about much. S-sorry, I don’t think I could be much use outside of just watching over this place…” He apologised, holding his stomach almost in pain.

Kirishima-san walked over to him and placed her hands on his cheeks, making him look into her eyes, “Please don’t apologise! This one will be hard for everyone, and we’ll all react differently! If you need anything, let me know! Even if it’s just a glass of water! I’ll run straight to the cafeteria and get some!”

“K-Kirishima-san…”

“I’m glad you’ve become so dependable, Mademoiselle Kirishima.” Kurosaki-san smiled a little.

“Ah, is that so? That makes me happy to hear.” Kirishima-san giggled. “Okay. We need to do our best again to find the truth…so…let’s do it!”

Everyone seemed really encouraged by Kirishima-san’s words. Which is good in a situation like this, the higher our morale is, the better. We have more work on our hands, another truth we need to find. I won’t let this go unsolved.

Investigation Start!

I opened up the Monokuma File to see what kind of information Monokuma provided this time. The first page was of Kurohiko-san, a pink splotch over his chest, around here his heart is. The next page was Asano-san, the pink splotch was located on her forehead. I scrolled to the next page.

The victims are Doi Kurohiko and Mami Asano. Both bodies were found in the Ultimate Romance Expert’s Talent Lab. Both victims died within 5 minutes of each other from gunshot wounds after the night-time announcement.

“Huh? Night-time?” I said out loud. “How late is it?”

“What are you saying? The night-time announcement played a long time ago. Don’t you remember?” Kirishima-san asked.

“A-ah…really?” I must’ve been so absorbed in what Amaterasu-san and I were doing that I didn’t even register it playing, “sorry, I’ve been distracted all day…guess I just didn’t remember.”

“I don’t blame you. Everybody’s been really preoccupied today.” Kirishima-san let out a sigh.

Truth Bullet Added: Monokuma File 4

Doi Kurohiko - Shot through the heart

Mami Asano - Shot through the head

Deaths occurred within minutes after night-time.

Amaterasu-san was looking solemnly at Asano-san and Kurohiko-san, barely moving. She could be mistaken for a statue. “Why did this happen to them? It doesn’t make any sense…nobody hated them.”

“Amaterasu-san…” I looked for something to say to comfort her, but nothing came to me.

“I’ll suck it up for now. I suppose you’re wondering about my alibi, right?”

“Huh? You’re alibi?”

“Well, we were separated for about an hour. You never realised how long you were gone?” Man, how out of it was I? “I suppose it makes sense after what we saw…I can tell you, but the problem is that if someone questions me, I can’t confirm anything without endangering the archive.”

“So, you were just continuing your research during that time…you never left?” I asked.

“Nope. I know it’s not really an alibi but it’s the truth. Whether you believe it or not is up to you.” Amaterasu-san turned her attention back to the scene. I think I do believe Amaterasu-san. It’s true, there’s no evidence yet for me to believe her, but…I want to at least believe Amaterasu-san wouldn’t do this.

Truth Bullet Added: Amaterasu-san’s Account

Amaterasu was in the archive during the murder, researching as much as she could even after Ryuu left for a walk.

“It’s just awful, don’t you think?” Kirishima-san asked, a crestfallen look upon her face. “Asano-san was so kind, and Kurohiko-kun was just so wonderful to everyone…I hate this so much. We have to figure out what happened for their sakes.”

“Of course. By the way, Kirishima-san. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but where were you today during the murder? I haven’t seen you all day.”

“Ah! Right! I’ve been in my Talent Lab the whole day. The stress of the situation was getting to me, so I thought I could work through the worry. I stayed in my lab until the night-time announcement played. Then I headed to my room and was about to sleep, that’s when the body discovery announcement played.”

“You left the building after the night-time announcement? Did anybody see you so we can confirm that?”

Kirishima-san thought for a moment. She opened her mouth a little but seemed hesitant. “It’s just…the only person I remember seeing was…A-Asano-san…”

“Huh? You saw Asano-san right after the night-time announcement?!”

“W-we were just passing by each other! We just exchanged ‘hellos’ and went on our ways…thinking about it now, she must have been coming here and then…” Then she died…which means Kirishima-san is the last person to have seen Asano-san alive. It doesn’t look good for her, but there’s no way Kirishima-san’s the killer…

Truth Bullet Added: Kirishima-san’s Account

She was in her Talent Lab until the night-time announcement before heading back to the dorms. As she was leaving, she ran into Asano as she was leaving, making her the last to see Asano alive.

“Yokozawa-san?” I walked over to Yokozawa-san who was stuck, paled in the corner. “Are you sure you’ll be okay with watching over the scene? You don’t seem totally with it today.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just…th-this is a lot to take in. Y’know, it’s just gotten progressive worse? Watanabe-san was our leader. Irunami-kun happened right in front of all of us, Shinko-kun died in such an awful way…a-and now two victims. If it gets worse, I dunno how I’ll be able to handle it.” He explained.

“I understand. Your lab is just on the other side of the floor, right? Were you in there the whole time?”

“Yeah. It’s like I told you yesterday, I was trying to figure out the wi-fi password. Still no luck, mind you. I haven’t left the lab until the body discovery announcement.” He said.

“I see…wait, then you didn’t even hear the gunshots? Even though you were on the same floor.”

“Gunshots…? Ah, right. That’s how they died…no, I didn’t hear anything. Which…I suppose is odd…it’s like…even if I was deep in work, I should’ve heard it, right?” Yokozawa-san started murmuring to himself.

“Yokozawa-san?”

“Sorry, my mind’s running…if I think of anything, I’ll let everyone know. For now, though…s-sorry, I’m totally at a loss.”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry too much about it, we’ll need your help at the trial so try to focus on calming down. Deep breaths, alright?”

“Y-yeah.” Yokozawa-san’s clearly in shock, even if he’s suspicious, this sort of shock can’t be faked. I’m not sure what to think…

Truth Bullet Added: Yokozawa-san’s Account

He was working on trying to figure out the password for the Wi-fi the past day and hadn’t left his lab until the body discovery announcement. He never heard any of the gunshots.

I finally turned my attention to the scene of the crime. Sly-san was investigating Asano-san’s body currently. I walked over to him, watching him dig into the various pockets in Asano-san dress. He sat back onto his knees and sighed.

“Looking at her like this, she really did look like a doll. It’s sad. Lives like hers don’t deserve to be taken but fate is never fair, is it?”

“No, it’s not.” I agreed. “Have you found anything of note?”

“A few things, actually. I’ve still gotta check on Kurohiko’s body but as far as Asano goes, I’ll start with her body itself. Other than the obvious cause of death, she doesn’t have any external injuries. No sign of anything being ingested so I doubt she was poisoned or something. You can call someone else if you wanna double-confirm that. The bullet wound itself didn’t go all the way through her skull.”

“So…what does that mean?”

“Either there was a lot of distance between her and the shooter, or something was between them which would have slowed the bullet.” Sly-san clarified.

“I see…”

Truth Bullet Updated: Monokuma File 4

Mami Asano – Shot through the head, the bullet didn’t go all the way. No sign of her ingesting something beforehand or any other external injuries.

“Asano-san had a gun…?” I nodded to the weapon clutched in her hand.

“Yeah. It’s a revolver, and it’s missing one of its bullets. I’ll have a look into the bullets themselves later. Also, while I was searching her pockets I found this-“ He pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to me “-some kind of note.” I unfold it and read out loud.

“Meet me in my lab half an hour after night-time. It's very important we meet tonight so please don't be late." I said. That’s just a little before they were both killed… “Who do you think wrote this? Kurohiko-san? Since it does mention meeting in the sender’s lab…”

“That seems like the most likely possibility, but it’s not signed so who knows?” If it was Kurohiko-san, why did he call Asano-san up here…? And right before the murder…?

Truth Bullet Added: Note on Asano’s Body

"Meet me in my lab half an hour after night-time. It's very important we meet tonight so please don't be late."

Truth Bullet Added: Asano’s Gun

A revolver that's missing 1 bullet from its chamber.

Sly-san cocked an eyebrow, “Nagata? You seem rather spaced out. It’s unlike you.”

“H-huh? Do I? Sorry, I guess this is just a little jarring, is all. Don’t you think it’s odd there are two bodies in the first place?”

“Of course, I do. If you kill two people, it only leaves more evidence behind. If anything, it’s a disadvantage to the culprit…though, I suppose…” Sly-san’s voice trailed off, “I suppose that’s a thought for the class trial. For now, I’ll keep going with my investigation.”

“Yeah, thank you.” I nodded. I wonder what Sly-san’s thinking? He’s smart when it comes to the trials so hopefully, he’ll have some insight to what could have happened. Though, if there’s anybody’s theories I want to hear…it’s them. ”Do you know where Kurosaki-san went?”

“Kurosaki? It looked like he was heading for the staircase. Maybe he’s thought of somewhere else linked to the crime?” He paused for a moment. “Hold on! Why are you asking me where that guy is?!”

“I mean…you two are close aren’t-“

“Do you wanna die?” He growled.

“Wh- s-sorry! I just thought after that last trial!”

“…that was a one-off, get it? That guy is trouble even I don’t want to get involved with more than necessary. If you’re smart, you’ll keep your distance. A good kid like you shouldn’t get close to dangerous people.”

Sly-san…aren’t you a dangerous person?

Shaking off that thought, I murmured an agreement and walked over to the divider in the centre of the room. There were two holes in the divider, not to mention that when we walked into the room the curtain on Asano-san’s side was drawn to hide her. I wonder why the room was set up like that? Also these holes…they must be bullet holes, right? I can’t imagine anything else causing them.

Truth Bullet Added: Room Divider

Two bullet holes were found in the divider.

Truth Bullet Added: Room Setup

There was a divider set up in the middle of the room and a large curtain that could be drawn over to block out one half of the room

Alright, I think until Sly-san has investigated Kurohiko-san’s body, that’s all to look at right now. It’ll be more efficient to hear the info from Sly-san later and look elsewhere. There are a few places I want to check out and a few people I still need to check in on. Now, where to check first…?

-Chapter 4 Deadly Life, 4th Floor-

When I reached the top floor, it was as I expected. That person was standing in front of their lab. “Yo yo, Ryuu!” Graves-san greeted.

“Graves-san, what are you doing up here?” I asked.

“Ah, well I thought maybe the weapons used in the murder might have come from my lab, you know? I thought it would be best to check it out just in case. I totally forgot about the lock system though.” She scratched the back of her head and stuck her tongue out. Right, I remember when I first investigated here, Graves-san mentioned that her lab had a passcode on the door.

“So, there’s no sign of anything being taken?”

“Nope! Everything is as expected, you wanna come in and check?” She offered.

“Please. Not that I doubt you, just so I can confirm to everybody else later should they ask about it.” I said. Graves-san nodded and inputted the 6-digit code and the door slid open. Just like last time, the room was totally barren.

“Gimme a sec!” She went around the lab using the various security measures. Ocular scanners, fingerprint scanners, passcodes, everything. Eventually, almost every panel of the floor, walls, and ceiling had flipped to reveal weapons, monitors, information on the students, I even saw a grappling hook gun which I thought only existed in spy movies, it was almost overwhelming to see it in its full glory, “How cool is all this stuff, huh?!” She cheered.

“Graves-san, everything is locked behind some kind of security measure, right?”

“Of course! Even if you could get the passcode for the front door, my guns are all locked behind an ocular scanner so nobody but me could access that! It’s one-hundred percent secure!” She promised. I see…so only Graves-san had access to the weapons in this lab.

Truth Bullet Added: Ultimate Secret Agent’s Lab

The lab is locked up with a six-digit passcode only Graves-san knows. In addition, all the weapons are locked behind an ocular scanner.

Graves-san put her hands on her hips and smirked, “if you’re satisfied, then is that all?”

“One more thing. Did you see anything out of the ordinary or anything worth noting? Anything, no matter how little it might seem.” I asked. Graves-san fiddled with the her cap for a moment.

“Oh! Junpei! I saw Junpei after night-time! When I was waiting by the fountain after the night-time announcement, I could see into Junpei’s lab window! His computer is right by the window, and I saw him around the time of the murder as well!” Graves-san said.

“You saw Yokozawa-san? And you’re sure it was around the time of the murder?”

“Definitely. I was at the fountain at around 10:40pm.” Graves-san confirmed.

“Got it. I’ll keep it in mind.”

Truth Bullet Added: Graves-san’s Account

Graves remembers seeing Yokozawa at the window of his research lab from the fountain at around 10:40pm.

“Okay. I think that’s everything here, thanks for your help, Graves-san.”

“No problemo, homeslice! Always happy to help.” When she said that, I almost paused. It wasn’t so long ago that she was saying she didn’t trust any of us. Just how inconsistent was Graves-san? I just don’t understand her at all…

-Chapter 4 Deadly Life, Talent Building Exterior-

When I left the building, I found Kurosaki-san and Okanaya-kun talking just off the path. Okanaya-kun spots me first, grimaces and then looks away. Kurosaki-san turns back to look at me and smiles. “Nagata-kyun! Have you come to finally confess your love?”

“No, what are you two doing out here?” I asked.

“Herr Okanaya and I wished to investigate the outside of the building just in case of any possible evidence the culprit might have disposed of.”

“And?”

“Unfortunately, nothing on the outside. Disappointing, really. However! I was snooping around the talents labs and did discover something interesting. I looked in Amaterasu-chan’s lab and found an opened box of firecrackers!”

“Firecrackers?”

“There were a few boxes, so they presumably came with the lab. Judging from the state of the box, only two were taken, but I still found it interesting.” Kurosaki-san said.

Truth Bullet Added: Firecrackers

The Ultimate Thief lab came equipped with firecrackers. One of the boxes was opened and missing two firecrackers.

“What a fuckin’ waste of time.” Okanaya-kun grumbled, he barged past me and went back inside the talent building. So, he’s still mad about then…dammit. I wanna make things right so badly, but if I tell him…

“Trouble in paradise?” Kurosaki-san asked with a genuine concern.

“We just had a fight. You don’t need to worry; I’ll talk to him about it.” I said, forcing a smile. Kurosaki-san let out a low hum and nodded once. Slowly. “A-anyway, what about you? I was actually hoping to get your thoughts on the case so far.”

“My thoughts? Apologies, I don’t have any kind of thoughts to share at the moment.”

“Huh, really? That’s…surprising. It always felt like you kind of knew what was happening. You really don’t have any ideas?”

“Ahahaha, sorry to disappoint. In all honesty, I wasn’t expecting anybody to really try and kill. That’s why we organised the battle royal.”

“Was that the thing I walked into before we heard those shots?”

“Indeed. I, Mademoiselle Graves, Herr Okanaya, and Herr Knives all agreed to do something about this motive before it got too far. Since there was a two-victim limit, having four people meant we guaranteed a surviving witness no matter the outcome. We all knew time was of the essence, so we all agreed to meet at 11pm.”

“11pm? That’s pretty late.”

“It was, wasn’t it? Not that it mattered. We all ended up turning up early and simply waited for it to roll around to 11pm.” Kurosaki-san explained. “I was the last one to arrive. I got there around 10:50pm.”

“I see…so you all have alibis for the murder then.”

Truth Bullet Added: 4-Way Battle Royal

Kurosaki, Okanaya, Sly, and Graves all decided to fight each other to the death in order to prevent everyone from dying due to the motive. They agreed to meet at 11 though they all arrived early.

“Thank you for talking with me, Kurosaki-san. I think it helped.”

“I’m glad. I’ll need to work a little harder than usual in order to uncover this truth. So, I’ll be counting on you to help me out.”

“You give me too much credit. I’m more or less just following your lead. Besides, everyone is pretty useful in their own ways. We’ll get through this class trial as a team, I’m sure.”

Kurosaki-san just stared at me before smiling. “Oh, to have your attitude.”

-Chapter 4 Deadly Life, Ultimate Romance Expert’s Talent Lab (2)-

When I returned to the scene, Sly-san was hanging back at the wall. He must already be finished, but what caught my eye more was the slightly less pale Yokozawa-san talking to Kirishima-san. “Hey you two, what’s happening?”

“Ah, we made an amazing discovery!” Kirishima-san exclaimed, “you know how Yokozawa-kun was talking about not being able to hear the gunshots earlier? Well, we tried this experiment! I went out into the hallways and yelled super loud. At the top of my lungs! But nobody in the room could hear a thing!”

“Huh, is that true?”

“Yeah. Kirishima-san got really curious when I told what I told you, and it sounds like the walls to this room at the very least are soundproof.” Soundproof walls…

Truth Bullet Added: Sound Experiment

Kirishima-san yelled as loud as she could from the hallways but the people inside the Ultimate Romance Expert’s Lab couldn’t hear her at all.

Thanking the two for the information, I walked over to Sly-san who stood up straight when I approached. “I finished my autopsy.” He stated.

“…and?”

“It’s odd, actually. The gun that Kurohiko is holding isn’t a real gun. It’s a BB gun, so it only shoots harmless pellets.”

“What? So, Asano-san had a real revolver, but Kurohiko-san only has a BB gun?”

“Not only that,” He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me, “I found this on Kurohiko’s person. Another note.” I unfolded the note and read it out loud.

“I'm scared he's going to kill her, we need to put a stop to this before another trial can occur." I murmured the words once or twice more. “This is odd…it almost sounds like Asano-san and Kurohiko-san were planning to kill someone…”

“I wonder who all those pronouns are referring to though. ‘He’, ‘Her’, ‘Us’. It’s full of questions.”

Truth Bullet Added: Kurohiko’s Gun

The gun Kurohiko was found with was a BB gun that was modelled to look like a handgun.

Truth Bullet Added: Note on Kurohiko’s Body

"I'm scared he's going to kill her, we need to put a stop to this before another trial can occur."

“I feel this got a lot more complicated,” I let out a sigh, “Also, I forgot to ask before but when we initially ran here, you went to check on your lab. Did you find anything?”

“Actually, that ties into what we were just talking about. I looked around and found that three of my guns were missing. Two revolvers and one BB gun. Last time I checked that lab was just before the motive reveal so between then and now, those all were taken.”

Truth Bullet Added: Ultimate Assassin’s Lab

Two revolvers and a BB gun went missing from the weapons wall sometime after the motive reveal.

“Phew…that’s a lot of info.”

“I’m still not done. A few things I noticed during my actual autopsy.”

“Th-there’s still more?!”

“When I investigated Kurohiko’s wound, I found that he was shot with a pistol. Not a revolver. Asano-san was shot with a revolver though. Not to mention when I checked out that divider, neither of the holes were high enough to have shot Kurohiko in the heart. Not to mention the holes were different sizes, if they’re indeed bullet holes then they’re two different calibres.”

Truth Bullet Added: Sly-san’s Account

The bullet in Kurohiko's body came from a pistol whilst the one in Asano's came from a revolver

Truth Bullet Updated: Room Divider

Two bullet holes were found in the divider. According to Sly, neither bullet hole was the right height to have hit Doi in the heart and they were different calibres.

“R-right…”

“And finally-“

“More, still?!”

“It isn’t my fault you didn’t look hard enough this time around. Don’t get pissed off at me or I won’t share my info with you.” Sly-san said.

“S-sorry…you were saying?”

“I noticed it when looking at Asano-san’s body, but it seems there was some orange powder on her. In fact, when I looked around closely enough there were tiny specs of orange powder all around the room. You won’t notice it if you don’t look for it though. I’m lucky Asano’s dress is white, so it stood out and I knew to keep an eye out.”

“Orange…powder? Weird, but okay then.”

Truth Bullet Added: Orange Powder

Traces of an odd orange powder were found all around the crime scene, including on Asano’s body.

~Ding dong, Bing bong~

“Is it time yet…? I feel like it’s time. Alright, time for you all to haul ass to the usual place! Don’t be late, got it?!” The monitor turned off.

“Let’s go.” Was all Sly-san said before leaving the room.

-Chapter 4 Deadly Life, Trial Grounds-

When everybody gathered outside the elevator Kirishima-san kept looking around the room. “This…is this really everybody?”

“Look at us. This is half of what we started off as originally.” Okanaya-kun noted.

“If anything, I’m just glad to have made it to the top eight!” Graves-san giggled, “Seriously though, how much longer are we gonna have to continue this sort of formula? It gets kinda boring after a while.”

“Must be nice to be able to get bored with this sort of stuff.” Sly-san said.

“You’re saying you’re enjoying this? Wouldn’t it be better to find it boring than find it fun?” Graves-san questioned.

“I’m not going to answer your dumb questions.”

“Awww.” She pouted as the elevator doors opened, “ah, let’s do it.” She pumped herself before walking on.

Okanaya-kun barely regarded me before walking onto the elevator, Kirishima-san looked between us with worry, “U-umm…” She fiddled with her hair before simply opting to walk onto the elevator.

“So cold~” Kurosaki-san remarked as he followed suit, as well as Sly-san.

Amaterasu-san had this determined look in her eyes, “I’m gonna put in a lot more effort this time around. I wanna get this bastard.” With that, she, Yokozawa-san and I all stepped into the elevator and it began to descend. I couldn’t help but take notice how, even though I had much more room in the elevator, it hadn’t become less suffocating to stand in. A tense place right before we all put our lives on the line.

The elevator came to halt and revealed the new design to our trial ground. The walls were patterned with hot pink love hearts and white dollhouses alternating on the black wallpaper. We all moved to our podiums without Monokuma even commenting this time. God, have we seriously become to numb to this process that we don’t even need to have anything said to us?

There were three new portraits. Three. Asano-san and Kurohiko-san were stand X’s, but Ishikawa-san’s portrait rather than any clever X, were numerous hands reaching out from the bottom of the picture frame. Without really looking at those we had lost, we prepared ourselves.

Doi Kurohiko, The Ultimate Romance Expert. He was goofy and often came across as unreliable, but even so, he was one of the easiest to approach, almost like a big brother. He understood everybody’s emotions better than anybody else. He might have understood someone more than they understood themselves.

Mami Asano, the Ultimate Living Doll. It almost seems cruel to have that be her title. When I first met Asano-san she had to be told to do anything including sleeping or eating, but she was learning and improving on herself to make her own decisions. She was just at the start of her journey of discovering herself…

Rina Kirishima

Yuuki Kurosaki

Doi Kurohiko

Saori Kibe

Amaterasu Hokama

But both of their lives were cut short.

Sly

Karma Graves

Junpei Yokozawa

Maemi Watanabe

Kobo Okanaya

Tomoe Hachi

Somebody here cut their lives short. And I can’t forgive that.

Mami Asano

Toson Shinko

Sadao Irunami

Tsukiko Ishikawa

Ryuu Nagata

I will find the culprit, no matter what. I’ll bring them to justice, because why should we have to become sacrifices for them? This class trial…begins!

#DKronpa #chapters #fanganronpa #fangan ronpa #danganronpa #danganronpa fangan #dangan ronpa

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redhoodieone · 5 years

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Here with You

A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first requested fluffy fic from @yeetthatpussy. Thank you so much for the idea! This was fun and a big change for me since all I do is write smut and nasty things hahaha. Also, I want to point out I did not give Bruce an age or the reader, since I believe readers should imagine Bruce and themselves the way they want. I personally imagine Bruce like how he was in the animated movie, “Justice League War” since I happened to be watching that particular movie a while ago (because some of you might imagine Ben Affleck, Christian Bale, or the new Robert Pattinson). So other than that enjoy the story!

@randomdcfangirl @jasonredtoddhood @lady-of-the-abyss @psychovigilantewrites Enjoy this my friends.

Warnings: Language and just pure pink, yummy fluffy cotton candy!

It became a habit; a tradition really, when Bruce and I would have free time to hang out. Every Friday night is our “friend date time”, the title came from Bruce, when he realized over the past two months that I’m the first female in his life who has remained by his side and hasn’t put up with his bullshit.

True, women have come and gone throughout his life, specifically Selina Kyle. I’m no stranger to her, since she has played a pretty big part in Bruce’s life. Although she was always civil to me, I admit, I couldn’t help but feel envious of her beauty and body.

I sometimes wonder why Bruce permanently let her go.

I consider myself average. Maybe not overly beautiful like supermodels, but I’ve been told by family and friends I’m awfully pretty, sweet, funny, and kind. I’m about average height, and I admit I do have feminine curves. But overall, I’ve learned to love myself, and I’ve also had my fair share of ex-boyfriends and dates.

But none of my relationships have lasted more than three months. Considering my anxiety and what my doctor has described as PTSD from the eight year mental and physical abuse from my alcoholic father and uncle, my past boyfriends left me because I’m a nutcase (they really didn’t know how to help me or understand my past and current issues). Let’s just say I’m too much to handle when I’m alone or in a too comfortable environment.

And my latest ex-boyfriend Josh (who was a sweetheart, but I broke up with him because I just couldn’t be in another relationship at that moment) has been hinting to get back together with me for some time. But after I realized I’m never going to be able to move on from my past, I accept the fact that I should be alone and stay alone.

Because at least I would never betray or hurt myself, I believe.

But here I am. I’m being escorted to our usual table at one of Bruce’s restaurants. The waiter smiles once we meet up with Bruce at our table.

Knowing Bruce for a few years has given me reason maybe some men aren’t so bad. The media and tabloids have always painted him as a man-whore and spoiled rich boy, but after witnessing the doofus trip over his own shoes at work, (I happened to be at Wayne Enterprises for an interview with him, as I am a journalist) I realized he was exactly like everyone else.

Clumsy, foolish, and funny.

Bruce stands to greet me, while looking extremely handsome in black suit. His hair is nicely combed, and his grin is his usual smirk. His blue eyes brighten the room from its golden décor.

“Y/N, you look beautiful,” Bruce compliments me, with a kiss to the cheek.

It’s true. I feel more confident tonight since I’m wearing my favorite short black Gucci dress. I decided to curl my hair a bit and wear little makeup since I try very hard to look more natural to love myself more.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Bruce,” I respond politely. I sit down, and he pushes my chair in. As he takes his seat, the waiter quickly brings our appetizers of loaded potato skins and mozzarella cheese sticks and marinara sauce. “Didn’t you want to stay home and order pizza and watch a movie?”

“We did that last week. I figured...why not treat my favorite girl to a fancy dinner so we can talk shit about the rich people around us while we pig out on our favorite food?” Bruce answers, and gives me a soft smile.

“I guess you have a point since food is always a way to win me over,” I chuckle and then raise an eyebrow at him. “Did you just say I’m your favorite girl?”

“Well, you are Y/N. I mean, you gave me a chance to show you the real me. You didn’t let the media and tabloids change your mind about me. You know me better than most people think they do. Hell, you’ve even been there for me during the anniversary of my parents’ deaths. You’ve even seen me in my darkest times, and not once did you leave me or try to change who I am,” Bruce confesses softly. It sounds as if he wants to continue on with his confession, but he stops himself. He ends up smirking at me. “Anyways, is Josh still bothering you so you can take him back?”

“No, I mean…I haven’t heard from him today. What about Selina?” I tease him back.

“I haven’t spoken to her in four months. But I guess I wouldn’t know if she’s called the manor considering you take up most of my time anyways. I swear, the more we hang out with each other, the more we become like a married couple.”

“A married couple?” I repeat.

“Yes, since we’re always together and you know me better than any other woman. Hell, I don’t think I even allow most women to know certain details about my parents’ deaths or my sons. I have to protect so much of my life, but with you, I just found out I want to protect you as well,” Bruce explains.

I’m stunned to hear this right now. Of course, I know about Bruce’s parents’ deaths. I even know about his sons: Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian, too.

The sweet, handsome charming Dick Grayson.

The tough, strong and huggable teddy bear man Jason Todd.

The smart, wise, and computer genius Tim Drake.

And of course, the small, mature, handsome Damian Wayne, Bruce’s miniature version of him.

I knew Dick, Jason, and Tim were Bruce’s adopted sons (and he loves and worries about them so much) and I’ve even come to love every one of them, especially Damian. Bruce had told me Damian’s mother had left him with Bruce, and even though Damian had been arrogant, rude, and sometimes defensive, he’s come to respect me and even likes me hanging around the manor as long as I don’t steal his father most of the time.

And being close to all of them, I see Bruce has made a wonderful family, and I envy almost everything about that.

I even know Alfred. He’s a one real son of a bitch who doesn’t put up with Bruce either.

But the way Bruce is speaking of me kindly is starting to freak me out. I was never one to receive compliments or kindness before.

I decide to change the subject quickly. We both serve ourselves our favorite appetizers and dig in.

“So, what are your sons doing tonight? Causing trouble or just lounging around the manor?” I ask, with a small smile.

But Bruce seems to not realize what I did; unless he’s hiding it.

“Dick is probably out with Barbara. And I believe Jason, Tim, and Damian are bothering Alfred for their usual nighttime snacks,” Bruce replies, and then exhales heavily. “Y/N...I-I really need to talk to you and I just need you to listen.”

“Bruce...” I warn him. My heart already aches because I’ve been keeping a secret of my own and I finally realize what frightens me.

Bruce.

Bruce terrifies me.

Why?

Because I’m in love with him.

My mind flashes back to the memories of when Bruce tripped, and how everyone chucked at the Prince of Gotham, and how I helped him with a small smile on my face, because he took my breath away with his natural charm and handsome good looks. And when he showed up at my apartment with pizza and horror movies because I was too sick to leave and go out into the chilly rainstorm.

Or how when my younger sister got married, Bruce offered to be my “date” since he knew I couldn’t find a date in time. But he also showered the bride and groom with gifts and surprised my sister and my new brother-in-law with an amazing already paid honeymoon to Paris and Italy for an entire week! The whole night we spent dancing together, my head rested against his chest, and then I suddenly felt my heart beating inhumanly fast and slow at the same time.

Bruce’s hands remained on me the entire night. Just him touching me made me feel I was dancing on clouds the entire night.

Just the thought of Bruce makes me want to faint and fall because these feelings are scaring the shit out of me.

“Please listen to me, Y/N. I need to tell you what’s been going on in my head lately, because I don’t know how much longer I can keep it to myself,” Bruce begins, appearing more nervous than before. The usual confidence and smile on his face is now replaced with his eyes pleading for me to listen to him and his body is tense. “I-I don’t think I can keep pretending to be your best friend anymore. I can’t keep acting like I just want to be your friend. I can’t stick around anymore and see you date assholes who don’t know the real beautiful, kind, funny girl, you really are. Just the thought of you dating them makes me want to beat the shit out of them and possibly drop them off on a deserted island forever...okay that last part was supposed to be a joke, but I guess my sense of humor is different than most. Maybe I’m not kidding at all...”

I can feel my stomach hurt from this stressful situation. Bruce sees me eyeing the exit.

“Y/N, I-I love you. I love you so much that just saying these words isn’t common for me, because after all these years of meaningless dates, hookups, and reckless partying, I think I see why love is very rare. I didn’t think I would ever fall in love, and I even trained myself not to either. My parents were the true definition and example of love, and with them gone, I suppose I really let myself fall more into the darkness and isolation than I ever thought I could reach. But knowing you, you just showed up in my life as sunshine; just bursting with energy and life in a room when all my life I felt alone. W-what I’m really trying to say is, I want us to give us a chance.”

I slowly look up at him. I instantly felt betrayed, as if this is just a joke. “You...want to date me?” I barely whisper.

“Of course, Y/N. I’m serious about this,” Bruce says, appearing as if I’ve offended him and doubted him. He looks distraught and anxious. “I’m-I’m in love with you. I want us to be together. Official.”

When those words leave Bruce’s mouth, I suddenly realize, he’s NEVER, EVER said those words before. The words sound raw and rare; like a child speaking for the first time in their lives.

The thought of being close to a man like Bruce sends waves of paranoia and fright throughout my body. The last time I was intimate or even lying next to a man resulted in nightmares and fears of being hurt all over again.

I was just a child when my father and uncle would come home from work drunk, and how they would request my little sister and I to climb in bed with them. Being the oldest, I tried my hardest to protect my sister, and I ended up fighting them back; defending us from their violent drunken behavior.

Which always resulted with me getting hit, slapped, kicked, and thrown to the ground. Even though I eventually learned to fight back, I would always panic and feel defenseless until I fight back.

But it would always come down to that first hit to the face that would make every memory and nightmare come back to life for me.

I can just feel my father’s fist striking my mouth again.

The pain feels real again.

“How could you be in love with me if you don’t know a thing about me?” I ask. I realize I sound harsh and bitter.

“What?”

“Let me just say one thing, Bruce. You don’t really know me, because I only let you see what I want you to see,” I snap. I fill with sudden anger and pain. If only Bruce knew the real me. If only Bruce saw what kind of pathetic mess I am. “Unlike you, your life is Gotham’s most known story of your parent’s generosity, luxury, and their deaths. You don’t have to hide anything. I myself, have to hide a lot just so I don’t lose my mind and get locked up in Arkham and so I don’t lose those closest to me because I’m a walking, fucking time-bomb. Do you know how hard it is to put on a strong, brave, face even when I want to cry and show everyone how hurt I am and how much pain I go through each day?! You don’t because your life is fucking perfect, so why don’t you leave me alone and go find the perfect girl because I’m too damaged to love and fix!”

The pain, anger, and fear take over me. I knock all glasses of wine and plates of food off the table and I storm out, leaving a poor, terrified Bruce Wayne behind.

I’m rushing down the sidewalk to go far away, anywhere from here. The tears fall down my cheeks, and I start to hate myself even more for letting my past get the best of me.

After everything that’s happened, I don’t think I’m fully capable of being in love, in a serious relationship, married, having children, or just a family in general.

Only good people have that; the people who were never hurt or touched dangerously in their whole lives.

Just when I think I’m far away, Bruce manages to catch up to me by running VERY fast. He grabs my arm to stop me, and just that forceful touch awakens something within me: I go into defense mode to protect myself.

Just like all those years ago.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” I yell. My fist makes a hard connection to Bruce’s jaw; knocking him to the ground.

People around are watching us; gasping and pointing at us. Bruce looks up at me and holds his jaw. “Ow...”

I begin to breathe heavily before I begin to cry again. Bruce immediately gets back on his and comes to me.

“Y/N...please tell me what’s bothering you,” Bruce says softly. He doesn’t lie a hand on me, but he’s watching me intently.

“My past. I-I can’t seem to move forward without having to be dragged back every mile,” I answer quietly.

“Is this about your father and uncle?”

My eyes widen. I look up at him. “How did you-”

“You talk in your sleep. I’ve heard you have nightmares before, and after listening and lying beside you for some time, I put the pieces together. They abused you, and you tried to get out,” Bruce admits, before he sighs. “The reason why I never told you I knew about it is because I wasn’t sure if telling you was...appropriate, and considering you never made the attempt to tell me yourself. I just...didn’t want to cross a line and make you feel more pain, but I suppose I fucked up by not saying anything.”

“It’s not your fault. I always figured, ‘why bring it up if you’re just going back to past when you just want to be here’...in the present,” I mutter under my breath.

I think back on the times Bruce and I would fall asleep on his couch. After our movie nights, I would fall asleep on his arm and he would hold me until the morning came. Ever since then, the couch has been like a bed to us; the closest to a bed we’d ever share.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I-I didn’t know how much pain you’ve been in. But please let me help you,” Bruce begs, and reaches out to touch my hands but removes them quickly after what happened. “You don’t have to be alone during this time. Let me be there like you were there for me.”

“I’m never going to get better, Bruce. I have so many ugly scars, I could never be loved for who I am and what I've been through. After all this time, I thought I would be my best, but I ended up just getting worse. Maybe I should just give up and be at peace with myself for the first time in forever,” I whisper. “I’ll just keep trying again and again, because I don’t think there’s a reason to keep going forward, because I never will.”

Bruce’s mouth opens to speak, and the horror takes over his face when I find the little strength to stroll over to the street and walk into the fast driving cars in traffic in hopes of dying the quickest way possible.

A taxi is speeding down an open lane and is heading right for me. I stop in my tracks and look at the driver in hopes my past will never hurt me again.

Because I’ll be dead.

But strong arms pull me out of the way; knocking me and whoever saved me back onto the sidewalk. I’m on top of a big, hard body and the time I sit up to look down, I see Bruce, breathing hard.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Bruce asks me. He sits up as I stand up. Once he’s on his feet, he quickly removes us from the eyes of the public and we both head into an abandoned alleyway.

“I would have been okay, if you didn’t stop me,” I answer, slightly angry from him stopping me. “Why did you stop me, Bruce? Why can’t you just let me finally let go of everything?”

“Because if I lost you, I wouldn’t have a reason to go on either,” he says quietly. “Please don’t ever do that again. I-I can’t lose you. I need you in my life. I need you with me.”

“What about your sons? Alfred?”

“I love them, but I also love you too, Y/N. Dying...is never the answer. It’s darkness that you’re trying to escape, but no matter what, it will be with you forever. I’ve seen death, and I’ve also seen good people who allow the darkness and fear change them into people who could never be saved. I may not know everything that happened in your past, Y/N, but I know you’re stronger than you think you are. And you’re beautiful, Y/N. Everyone has ugly scars, including me. But if you managed to get this far in life, I would say that’s an accomplishment not many people can achieve,” Bruce says softly, before he finally holds my hands. I let him, and I let myself cry more. “Trust me, there were times I almost let my inner demons take over my life and emotions. I almost let go at a young age too. But then I have come to learn from an old friend that in every darkness, there’s light. You just have to find your light, and you’ll never be alone.”

I wipe my tears and smile up at him. “Alfred?” I ask.

“Yes, Alfred taught me that. Do you know who my light is?”

“Your sons? Alfred?”

“All of you,” Bruce answers.

“Even me? How?” I ask, completely shocked.

“Because after I met you, I...I felt normal. Human. I don’t have to try too hard with you, and I don’t have to put on a face of confidence and behave like I’m better than everyone. The playboy billionaire title doesn’t exist to me, because when I’m with you, I’m here with you, and that’s all that matters to me. I can laugh at stupid jokes. I can walk around in just a t-shirt and regular jeans around you. Hell, I can even talk shit about other celebrities with you. I can even tell you about my own nightmares, and how someday, I hope I really can make my parents proud of me. I trust you with all that and only you, Y/N,” Bruce reveals.

He finally takes the first step. Lowering his head to mine, he kisses me. Our lips connect like magnets, and the heat between us is hotter than hell, I believe. With one hand, Bruce holds my face gently, as the other holds my waist.

And for the first time in forever, I’m not afraid.

After Bruce pulls away, he looks down at me with a small smile. He pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“I really care about you, Y/N. I love you, and if I have to wait a bit to be with you, then I’ll wait as long as I need to,” Bruce says.

“Thank you...for being patient with me and for just being there Bruce,” I say.

“I’ll always be here for you, because there’s nowhere else I rather be than be here with you, Y/N.”

“Same for me too,” I admit.

Bruce wraps an arm around me and leads me back to the restaurant. “How about pizza?” he asks curiously.

“And a movie?”

“Of course.”

“Will the boys be there?”

“Most likely but as soon as that movie ends, they’re gone. It’ll just be you, me, and my couch.”

I smile, a real smile that’s not forced for the first time in a long while. “I’d love that. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“I know what you mean,” Bruce whispers to me. “Because all I want is you here with me.”

“And I’ll be here with you every day.”

Was it good? Let me know please! I’m used to smut and I think it’s safe to say that this fic was a challenge but a good one!

#dc comics #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x y/n #bruce wayne fluff

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stingstingstingers · 5 years

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Cope, a MintCocoaRock fanfic

A coping fic I wrote myself. Mint and Cocoa try to help Rockstar through a panic attack.

It was yet another beautiful spring day.

Cocoa was making yet another serving of her beloved drink (as much as the other two tried to convince her to cut down on it). While Mint was going through some of his sheet music for a performance while Rockstar was practicing (again) for she didn't know what time it was this day.

Speaking of that was the one thing both she and Mint were worried about.

Although they admired his drive, that was one of the things that attracted both of them to him, lately he had been a little too obsessed with being able to perform right. Rockstar also seemed utterly exhausted lately and she didn't remember the last time she saw him eat properly.

"Wait," Mint suddenly spoke interrupting both their thoughts, "Did Rockstar... just stop playing"?

"You're right". That wasn't normal.

"Something is up".

No sooner then they had gotten to the their studio was their worst fears confirmed.

Not only had the white haired singer stopped playing but looked paler than either of the two thought possible.

However, the most alarming thing of all was how much he was shaking.

"Why.. why can't I..play"? were the only words he was able to get out before he let go of the guitar with a start and grabbed his throat.

It was Cocoa's surprisingly quick reflexes that was the only thing that was able to save the guitar from certain doom. Meanwhile, Mint was trying to get Rockstar to sit down in the nearby chair so he could communicate with him. Mint who had been with Rockstar longer than Cocoa had been with them knew that during these anxiety attacks Rockstar could not really communicate verbally when he got frightened.

First thing to do was move him to a better location.

"Rockstar.." the Mint haired man whispered while holding on to his hand knowing he was comforted by touch. "Are you able to walk upstairs on your own"??

Rockstar slightly nodded his head yes.

"I promise neither of us will let go of your hand in the process ok"?

A few minutes later they had managed to get him upstairs as well as their cat Beatle. Mint was trying to get the weighted blanket they used for this situation out while Rockstar who was still shaking clung on to Cocoa who ran her fingers through his hair as he quietly sobbed.

"Help...me"

"Rockstar I know this is very scary for you but I promise you this will pass Mint is getting out the blanket for you as we speak."

No sooner then she had spoken those words Mint arrived, Rockstar immediately darted under it and grabbed Mint's hand in the process the soft cries turning into full blown sobs.

"Rockstar..." Mint gently whispered to his boyfriend "Do you want me to turn on some music?"

Rockstar shook his head.

"Is it ok if I rub your back?"

Rockstar nodded.

The sensation of his boyfriend's touch seemed to soothe the singer immediately, as his shaking immediately slowed and his cries reduced to soft whimpers.

Cocoa felt bad she couldn't do any more to help him when Rockstar started motioning to her.

"Do you want me to hold your hand"?

Once they had gotten Rockstar slightly calmer they both knew they had to ask about how he was coping.

"Rockstar", whispered, "both Mint and I have been quite worried about how much you have been practicing so we need you to answer these questions, have you eaten at all today"?

Rockstar shook his head.

"How many hours of sleep have you gotten"? Rockstar held up two fingers. "Are you hungry now"? Rockstar hesitated slightly and then nodded. Cocoa wanted to kick herself. How could she not have noticed how miserable her boyfriend was? ", I am going to get up and make you some eggs and I want you to eat them ok"? Unfortunately she had forgotten about his separation anxiety As soon as she stood up she heard a shriek and turned around to Mint desperately trying to hold back a now sobbing again Rockstar. "Cocoa will be right back, I promise you she's just making you something to eat, its going to be ok, Beatles here with you see"? Mint whispered trying to divert Rockstar's attention. Once Cocoa had brought the eggs up (and made it clear to Rockstar that no she was NOT leaving again), Rockstar practically devoured the eggs, he still looked hungry , but neither of them wanted to get up and risk upsetting him again. Rockstar who was curled up between the two of them his arms wrapped around Beatle, (who luckily didn't mind the hugging) had stopped crying and shaking and now just looked sleepy. "You have such beautiful hair Starlight" Mint whispered as he softly kissed Rockstar's forehead. Both of them loved playing with it when either of them couldn't sleep. He enjoyed it too. "You think you can sleep now"? Cocoa asked Rockstar. Rockstar could only yawn as he moved closer to them and within a few minutes he started making the purring noise that while he denied making but both Mint and Cocoa thought was the cutest thing ever. "Good Night". "W-hat the hell". Mint and Cocoa woke up to the now pitch black sky, as Rockstar began to stir. Judging by his language he seemed to be returning to normal. "How long was I asleep"? Rockstar looked confused at the time. Cocoa looked at the alarm clock by the bed. "Six hours". "Still less time than that one week you had the flu and got mad you weren't allowed to drink cocoa the entire time". Mint laughed they all remembered that week far too well. Yep, Rockstar was back to normal. "Anyways I just hope my fans don't find out because otherwise-". Cocoa and Mint winced. Although they knew well about his issues with anxiety he was still afraid to let his fans know, he had in his mind they would abandon him if he wasn't "perfect". "Starlight we've been over this, if they hate you because you go through what so many many other people do as well they were never your fans". Mint knew this all too well, not all of his fans were accepting of the fact that the famous violinist was a transgender man. "Besides you know Dj right"? Cocoa interjected. "As you know they're totally blind without their visor, well one day it broke and they were not able to perform". They were too afraid to let anyone know as well". "Seriously"? Dj and Rockstar had always been rivals each intensely jealous of the other, although recently, things had improved slightly. "Correct, and you know what their boyfriend Lemon told them? if anyone had a problem with their disability then they could fuck off, anyways, they actually were able to perform that night just with Lemon helping, they even brought them out to thank them after the show". "Minty actually swore, I'm impressed". smirked Rockstar. " But what matters is", continued Cocoa "is what you have is nothing to be ashamed of, and if anyone is, we will both always be beside you". Suddenly without warning, Rockstar embraced the both of them, he was crying again but this time the tears were happy. "Thank you". About an hour later a thoroughly exhausted Cocoa was planning to go to bed again for real this time. Rockstar was acting like his old self again and had promised to take a break from the guitar the next day and start keeping watch of how much he practiced as well as practice some relaxation techniques. Thankfully their friend Yoga was more than eager to help him with it. "Sooo Cocoa" Rockstar smiled, "I'll be taking a shower before bed if you want to join me". "No thanks, I'm exhausted, but i'm pretty sure Mint will be joining you". "And how do you know that"? Mint smirked. "Because I can hear you both whenever you sho-". "You're terrible" Rockstar laughed jokingly swatting Cocoa with a pillow. "But it's true". "Anyways get some sleep we don't need you catching the flu again". Rockstar smiled as both he and Mint kissed her on the forehead. "Also, try to make the cocoa mix last more than one day next time". "Mintyy".

FIN.

#mintcocoarock #cookie run #sarah writes #mintrock #Now back to your regularly scheduled Jem

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kyvir · 6 years

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“God you look good.” “Are you just gonna state?” For A Walk in the Park sasusaku please?

Thanks for the request anon! Writing for our A Walk in the Park sasusaku made Kana and I very happy! XD

Uchiha Family

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Sasuke-

I was putting on my cufflinks as I walk across our bedroom. Sakura was in the bathroom fixing her make up for our date despite me telling her she didn’t need any, she was just as beautiful as the day I met her. It had only been a year since we were married, a short and wonderful year. The first weeks after the honeymoon were filled with picking out furniture and paint colors to make the house our own. I found that married life wasn’t too different except for moments like these when I just stopped and looked at her.

She pulled back her long pink hair into a clip, a few strands falling against the nape of her neck. Her lips were a strawberry red and only one of her eyes wore mascara. A long sleeveless, black dress hugged her upper body and flowed down from her hips. She hadn’t put on her heels yet and one foot peaked out, tapping in frustration.

“Ugh. This clip is not working.” She groaned before pulling the clip out and running her hands through her hair in exasperation.

I silently watched as she plugged in her curling iron next, letting it warm up as she finished her mascara. The whole scene was so domestic that it hurt. Married life only made me weak to moments like this and a smile would find my lips before I realized it. I crossed my arms over my white button up and leaned against the door frame.

“We don’t have to go out tonight.” I told her. “I’m more than happy having dinner here.”

“We are most certainly going out tonight. This is a very special occasion. We have dinner here every night!” She huffed before turning to look at me, a bit more emotional than she normally was. Her eyes softened the instant she took me in and she sighed. “I will be ready in half an hour, I promise. Go… go get the car ready.”

I raised an eyebrow at her, a smirk tugging on my lips. “Sakura, love, the car is already ready.”

The responding look she gave me then had me holding up my hands and backing away from the bathroom. I learned long ago that that look was not to be messed with, however it seemed to be making an appearance more than usual. Her behavior couldn’t be blamed on the fact that today was our one year anniversary, she’s been acting a bit odd for a while now. Her moods changed at the drop of a hat and she looked stressed. This past week she has been a lot less talkative and I wondered if whatever was causing her stress was getting to her.

I had asked her more than once what was wrong, but she would smile and insist it was nothing. I didn’t want to press the issue tonight, not when we should be celebrating, but I would get her to talk to me. Sometimes if was best if I let her tell me on her own, but I was impatient.

Perhaps tomorrow afternoon I would have her sit down for a chat. I went over to the closet and grabbed my black suit jacket. I put it on and glanced in the mirror, making sure there were no wrinkles. All that was left was my tie. I picked it up from the dresser and quickly tied it with practiced ease, buttoning my jacket after.

Sakura came out of the bathroom a moment later, her beautiful hair hanging in loose curls. Her makeup was done perfectly and she seemed to be in a lighter mood now. She looked me over, eyes softening as that sweet smile pulled her lips apart to reveal her teeth.

“God you look good.” She breathed, eyes traveling over me greedily. She didn’t move or say anything else for a while, she just continued to take me in.

“Are you just gonna stare?” I asked, purposely moving closer. “Come on, we’re going to be late.” I reminded and gave her a chaste kiss.

“Fine. I’ll do my staring on the way there.” She muttered, grabbing her purse and then my hand.

“Shoes.” I told her.

“Damn it.” She huffed, releasing my hand and dropping her purse to sit on the bed and reach for her heels.

My hand beat her to them and I got on one knee. “Let me.”

“Sweet ass.” She giggled then and watched as I put on her heels.

I helped her stand and she grabbed her purse once more, finally ready. She took my hand again and we made our way outside to the car and I opened the passenger door.

“After you, Mrs. Uchiha.”

“Why thank you, Mr. Uchiha.” She grinned as she got in before giving me a suggestive look.

I kept my eyes locked on hers as I got into the driver’s seat. “We only have fifteen minutes to get there. What will you do if we don’t make it?” Her charms weren’t distracting me from the time.

She let out a laugh that I felt vibrate through me. “Come on now, we don’t have to worry about that. This is you driving. Or did you forget?”

“Hn.” I agreed. “You make a compelling argument.” I said and started the car, taking in her smug expression. It only served to flatter her and even though I loved it when she wore pink, there was just something about seeing her in back that drove me crazy. “Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?”

“Not tonight.” She sighed, smiling happily at me as I got on the road. “But you told me this morning.”

“Did I?” I asked, returning her smile. “It’s as true now as it was then, love.”

Needless to say we arrived in time and were shown to our seats by the hostess. I ordered some wine along with a bowl of sweet rolls. Sakura was in a good mood and I wanted to keep it like that, distracting her from whatever was on her mind. I wanted her to focus on us and relax, she deserves to enjoy herself– especially tonight.

Sakura-

Having dinner with Sasuke tonight on our anniversary was very important to me, for more than one reason. I had been stressing all day long about tonight being as perfect as it could be. Though I had a wardrobe, hair and makeup malfunction, we had made it to the restaurant on time. Sasuke had made our reservation over a month prior and there was no way I’d let us miss it.

We didn’t go out to nice places like this often, but we didn’t have an anniversary every day either. Though this was only our first anniversary, it was extra special. Sasuke had been working as much as I had lately and we hadn’t had enough time together– even if we were together every second that we weren’t working.

Things hadn’t changed much in our relationship. We still went to the park everyday with Luna. We went and had dinner with my parents on occasion, and we visited Itachi as often as we could. Sometimes, our family would visit us. Which was nice being that our home was our home and we could have people over… it was just that we didn’t take well to unexpected visitors because we were all too often holed up in our room.

We’d long ago demanded everyone to call ahead of time if they planned to come to our home.

It may have been a year, but we were still enjoyed the newlywed life. The way Sasuke and I felt about each other, how we could never get enough of each other had never changed… it would never change. We were both hopelessly in love and it wasn’t often that we wished to share each other with other people– if we didn’t have to for something like work.

The wine and rolls arrived as I watched Sasuke from across the table, my mind spinning with many things. There was something important I had to tell him tonight and he was completely oblivious. Or at least, he seemed to be. I asked for a water as well and finally looked away from him to study the menu. I’d only been to this place once before so I wasn’t familiar with it.

“What are you having?” I asked him as I skimmed through the entrees and appetizers.

“The steak and bagna cauda … I thought you liked this wine?” He asked, confused at my order of water.

I blanched a bit at his observation but quickly waved him off. “Oh I do, you know that. I just wanted to have the water with my food.” For all he knew, I could be extremely thirsty. I really hoped he wouldn’t push the issue.

Sasuke nodded in understanding. “I’m going to start without you, though.” He warned, taking a sip of his glass.

“That’s fine.” I smiled, wanting him to enjoy himself as much as he could. “I really don’t know what I want… I’m thinking shrimp maybe.”

“The shrimp fra diavolo is good.” He suggested, leaning over to point to it.

“Sounds fancy.” I grumbled. Fancy places were nice, but I was such a simple girl. I had to be annoying Sasuke by now. “Well I’ll just have that. But I want a salad first.”

He leaned back in his seat. “Alright. Mind if I steal your tomatoes?” He asked, watching my reaction carefully.

“I already planned to give them to you.” I admitted sheepishly just before the waitress came with my water and to take our order. Sasuke ordered for both of us thankfully. I didn’t even want to think about trying to pronounce the fancy named food.

“One steak and bagna cauda, shrimp and fra diavolo and a salad with extra tomatoes.” He said, not bothering to look at the waitress.

She took our menus and left then, leaving me to think over how and when I was going to talk to Sasuke about what had been on my mind so much recently. I sighed as I thought about it and knew he was watching me. I knew he wanted to know as badly as I wanted to tell him… but I was a bit fearful of his reaction.

“Sakura, relax.” He chided with a chuckle. “Although, I’m flattered that a date with me can still give you butterflies.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his words, they were true enough but it wasn’t just that tonight. “There’s something I need to… talk to you about.”

“What is it?” He asked, expression turning concerned. “What’s wrong?”

Honestly, I didn’t know what the right words were– or if there were any. I was nervous, even thinking about not telling him right now… but I’d been putting it off for almost two weeks. That was far too long to hold a secret from my husband.

“You remember when I got sick a while back?” I asked first, trying to remain calm and gauging his every reaction.

His eyes widened a bit and he lowered his voice. “You aren’t sick again, are you?” He asked, voice filled with worry.

“Well no…” I trailed off, cleared my throat and stared at my water.

“Tch.” Sasuke huffed before sighing in relief. “Don’t scare me like that. You know how I am when it comes to your health.” He lightly scolded.

“There is something though…” I admitted, still not able to just blurt it out.

“What is it?” He asked, not having a clue. “Is it something bad?”

“That’s just the thing… I’m not really sure.”

Sasuke furrowed his brow. “You’ve lost me … what are you trying to tell me here?”

I shifted in my seat before meeting his eyes and letting the words fall from my lips. “I’m pregnant.”

Sasuke’s body froze and his gaze dropped to my stomach, his eyes widened in shock.

“When I got sick, they put me on antibiotics and I did know they could affect my birth control, but we used other precautions for a couple weeks. You know that. But… somehow… I still got pregnant.” I explained, watching his shocked expression and becoming more worried by the second.

Sasuke closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he returned his gaze to my stomach, reaching a trembling hand over to grab mine. “You … You’re pregnant?” He whispered, holding my hand tightly.

I nodded, trying not to cry. He wasn’t mad or even disappointed. A bit shocked, but that was understandable. “I am. We’re going to have a baby.”

“We’re going to have a baby.” He repeated, finally looking into my eyes. “We’re going to have a baby.” He said again, breaking out into a grin.

I couldn’t help it then, tears brimmed in my eyes but I grinned just as broadly as he did. “I love you.” I whispered, my heart feeling even fuller now than he’d already made it feel since I’d met him.

He brought my hand to his lips, just holding it there, and looked at me with all the love he could muster. “God, Sakura, I love you.” He whispered, breath hot against my hand. “I can’t believe it … I’m going to be a father.”

“I know… I still can’t believe it.” I giggled then, beyond thrilled that he was this happy. Once again he gave me more reasons to love him.

“Of course, the wine.” He said, almost to himself. “How hadn’t I noticed, this is why you’ve been acting strange. Damn it, my hands won’t stop shaking.”

“I’m sorry… I’ve been thinking of the perfect way to tell you and I felt tonight would be best. Another reason to celebrate as long as you weren’t upset by the news. I’ve been full of nerves too but… I’m so excited to start this new chapter in our lives– together with you. I mean, there’s a part of us growing inside me. It’s crazy, isn’t it?”

Sasuke brought my hand down and held it firmly between his, shaking his head. “I never thought … I never thought I would find someone to love, much less have children. You’ve given me so much and now we’re going to be parents? I– thank you, love.”

“No, thank you… You’ve made me the happiest woman in the world.” I sniffled, wanting to throw myself across the table and into his arms but I wouldn’t cause a scene.

“You make me the happiest man in the world.” He returned and then suddenly pulled out his cell phone. He dialed a number and the other line picked up. “Itachi? You better get your act together because I don’t want my child picking up any of your bad habits… . Yes, you heard right, Sakura and I are having a baby… … Yes … . I know … … One second.” He said and handed the phone over to me. “He wants to talk to you.”

It was nice knowing Sasuke was excited enough to call Itachi immediately, but I hadn’t been expecting to discuss my pregnancy with anyone else so soon. I cleared my throat before greeting Itachi over the phone.

“Hello, Itachi.” I said, unsure of what his reaction would be.

“I’m so happy for you, little sister.” Itachi told me. “This is wonderful news, another Uchiha being brought into the world. I’m certain you will be a magnificent mother.”

“Thank you so much.” I said, unable to form any other words for fear of breaking into serious tears.

“I can’t wait to see the little one, you musn’t let Sasuke stop me from babysitting. I fully intend to spoil this child and pass on all of my great habits.”

I laughed and shook my head just thinking about how Sasuke and Itachi would be when the baby was actually born. “Well, I can’t wait to see how it goes.” I knew Itachi would love our baby deeply, so I certainly would trust him babysitting. But, I wouldn’t be worrying about a babysitter right away. If he wanted to stay over, I wouldn’t argue but for the first few months, my baby wouldn’t be leaving me.

“That is good enough for me.” He said. “I have much more to say, but I am well aware of the date. I’ll let you two get back to your anniversary dinner.”

“Thank you, I’ll let Sasuke tell you bye.” I said before handing the phone back to Sasuke.

He put the phone to his ear and looked at me fondly. “Itachi… .Yeah, I will… … I’ll see you then.” I thought that was the end of it, but he called Naruto next, the blonde screaming on the other line.

Naruto was thrilled that Hinata and I were going to have children around the same age. She’d announced her pregnancy a couple months back. Well, Naruto had done most of the announcing. I was happy to be pregnant along with her as well, but Sasuke and Naruto… well, they were on another level.

I could hear Naruto’s booming voice on the phone from across the table as he told Sasuke he was coming over to celebrate. Sasuke looked like he was going to agree. This news had obviously made him forget what today was.

“Of course, but not tonight, dope.” Sasuke said. “It’s my anniversary.” He ordered and hung up the phone.

Yet again, my love for him grew.

The remainder of our night out was spent in complete happiness. We ate, we laughed, Sasuke eventually moved over to my side of the table and held me as we made promises to be the best parents we could be. We hadn’t been expecting it and we were still young, but we would love this child as much as we loved each other. We would put them before anything else– always.

Things wouldn’t always be easy… maybe they never would be… but we were both eager to have this new member of our family.

***

Thanks for reading! This will also be posted on FF under the completed A Walk in the Park story, as will any oneshots written for this story.

-KanaTyy

#sasusaku #Uchiha Sasuke #Uchiha Sakura #Uchiha Family #ssfanfiction #ssfandom #ssfanfic #Sakura #Sasuke #Naruto #A Walk in the Park #ss-tyytyy #kanatyy #sasusaku fanfiction #sasusaku fanfic

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my-intrests-are-yours · 6 years

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Ducktales 2017: Gratitude & First Dates (pt. 1)

To say it was a slow day was an understatement.

When Mr. McDuck first hiried Fenton to be a superhero, the young duck assumed it was gonna be fast paced and action packed from day to day.

Already a week in and nothing happened yet. A giant, gold eating, magic, money shark with LEGS literally attacked the city not even a month ago.

“Why hasn’t anything happened yet!” Fenton thought to himself.

He should happy that the good people of Duckburg are safe and he is. It’s just that he is so bored out of his mind.

Seeing as today was gonna be a slow day yet again, the superhero decided to go visit Dr. Gearloose’s lab at the Money Bin; kinda hoping one of his inventions went haywire and gone rouge.

To his surprise, Fenton found the scientist passed out on the cot he put in the lab back when he was a intern.

“He must have spent the last three nights working straight,” Fenton said to himself “Again.”

The ex-intern was just about to leave when he heard the familiar ding of the elevator. Out walked a duck clad in a black sailor suit.

Fenton didn’t mean to stare but M’ma taught him to appreciate the uniform from an very early age. Didn’t matter if it was police or the navy she taught him to respect the men and women who wore them; cause they are here to serve and protect, pollito. Guess it turned into something a bit more than respect.

A minute or so passed before the superhero realized he was staring. Meanwhile, the sailor just stood there awkwardly slightly blushing under his gaze.

“D-Donald” the sailor stuttered sticking his hand out.

The awkward introduction spurred the superhero out of his daze.

“W-What!?”

The sailor offered him a smile and stuck his hand further in his direction.

“Donald Duck, nice to meet you”

“F-Fenton,” the scientist began “C-Crackshell-Cabrera!”

Now it was the superhero’s turn to blush. Way to go, Fenton. Totally bombed that introducktion.

“Nice to meet you Fenton” The sailor, Donald, greeted.

“Nice to meet you too, Donald Duck” Fenton greeted back.

It took a moment for the awkward tension between the two of them to a settle.

“So, what brings you here Mr. Duck?” Fenton asked.

“Donald is fine,” he said offering the superhero a small smile, “I’m actually looking for Dr. Gearloose. Do you know where he is?”

“Dr Gearloose is currently unconscious,” the ex-intern began “his great venture into revolutionzing the scientific field spanned several sleepless nights. His body finally caught to his mind.”

“Is he gonna be okay?” Donald asked.

“No worries, Dr. Gearloose tends to do this quite often,” Fenton replies matter of factly.

The superhero then turns to Donald and asks, “If you require assistance, I more than delighted to help in you endeavor!”

“All Right” Donald replied a little shakily; somewhat caught of guard by Fenton’s energy.

“Illumination!” The superhero exclaimed jumping a little. Which prompted Donald to slightly chuckle, resulting in a small blush forming on the ex-intern’s cheeks.

“I’m looking for someone...” The sailor began but was interrupted by the excitable superhero.

“Fantastic,” The scientist exclaimed jumping to his feet, “Dr. Gearloose just completed a prototype for city ranged tracker. Mr. McDuck issued it to keep track of his numerous enemies as well as possible threats to the city. But mostly it’s for threats to his fortune.”

“Of course he would” Donald slyly remarked with exasperation.

The scientist then sprinted to the other side of the lab towards a pile of inventions. He shifted through them commenting every so often with: “No”, “Not this”, “Almost”, “When did he build this?”, and “Why?”.

Donald watched in amusement. With Fenton so intently focused looking for that machine, the sailor can finally get a good look at him. Clearly he is of Latino descent possibly Puerto Rican. His hair, Donald can’t describe it other than swooshy. The way he furrows his eyes is, admittedly kinda cute.

‘Geez’ Donald thought to himself, ‘he hasn’t had these kinds of thoughts since before the triplets’

As Fenton approached Donald’s attention was diverted from his thoughts of the duck towards the machine he was holding. It was a metallic and sphereical shaped. In addition it was emiting blue light from the lines that traced all around the orb.

“Introducing the Gearloose Tracker One,” The superhero exclaimed raising the tracker up in the air, “the name’s a work in progress but with this you would surely find your (man/duck)(???)”.

Fenton handed Donald the tracker, who inspected it throughly.

“So...,” Donald began to ask, “how does it work?”

“Oh right! As I told you previously the tracker’s range spans the entire city so as long as they are in Duckburg you should be fine,. ” Fenton stated.

Taking the tracker from Donald, he then turns it over and opens a small compartment area Donald didn’t even notice during his inspection. From the little storage space came a blue headband laced with wires and lights.

“This headband is a neural scanner,” He exclaimed holding the headband out to Donald who cautiously took it, “ once you put it on, it scans your thoughts. All you need to do is think about the person your trying to find and it will instantaneously transfer that data into the orb where it will scan the entire city. Once located the orb will move towards the direction of that person taking you straight towards them!”

It took a while for the sailor to fully process what the scientist just said. Basically I think and it leads. Should be simple enough but knowing his luck and Gyro’s history it probably won’t end well.

“Okay” Donald simply stated before putting the headband on.

Fenton then came over and pressed a button on the back of the headband. With their faces so close to eachother, Donald as well as Fenton couldn’t help but blush. The superhero then coughed, flashed a awkward smile towards the sailor’s way, and padded over towards the orb to turn it on.

“Okay,” The scientist began walking away slightly to give Donald some room, “All you need to do is think of the person you want to find. You ready Donald?”

The sailor replied with a nervous smile and a thumbs up.

Donald thinks about his voice confident and somewhat dramtic. His smile awkward, nervous, and confident all at the same time. His beak smooth and strong the one thing that tells the sailor that there is someone inside that suit. The gears in the sailor’s mind grind and grind working to squeeze out every single detail about the superhero from their brief encounter.

A tense and silent minute passed before the orb whizzed to life.

The blue light emerging from the lines intensified. The machine slowly and steadily began to rise, simultaneously spinning and sputtering machine noises.

Just as soon as it started it suddenly stopped. For a minute it just hovered there leaving the two ducks to just stare at the orb.

Instantaneously it glowed red and hissed.

“Not a good sign.” Fenton whispered worriedly under his breath.

It began spinning maniacally and zoomed around the room like a shark suddenly dropped in a tank. It was fast and aggressive causing the sailor and superhero to take cover.

“This is disastrous!” The superhero exclaimed running and ducking trying to avoid the orb and it’s soon-to-be path of destruction.

He found cover with Donald behind a makeshift barricade. The scientist was lucky the sailor grabbed his wrist and dragged him behind the barricade, which honestly was just an overturned table.

They sat in silence for a minute watching the orb turn the lab into a war zone.

“How is Gyro sleeping through all this?” Donald questioned.

“Dr. Gearloose just finished a three day shift with no sleep,” Fenton responded, “during these naps of his he has slept through a lot of boisterous things.”

Donald laughed completely understanding where Gyro is coming from.

“When my boys were smaller they were really fussy,” the sailor began turning away from watching the orb’s war path, “Once I put one down another would start fussing. And once I got him to sleep the third would just start bawling. Which woke up the other two. It was an endless cycle of crying.”

There was no trace of strife in Donald’s voice as he told that story. In fact Donald told the story as if he spent the whole day in a theme park instead of staying up all night tending to crying ducklings.

There was no doubt in Fenton’s mind that Donald loves his kids. He found it sweet and to be honest Donald’s nurturing nature was making the superhero’s heart flutter.

“How are you so hot, right now?” Fenton pondered under his breath.

“What?” asked Donald turning to meet Fenton’s mortified expression.

“N-NOTHING!” the scientist yelped turning away to hide his blushing face.

Before they could continue their conversation further the orb burst through the barricade causing the two ducks to scramble towards safety. The tracker gave them no time to recover, quickly it dived for the superhero sprawled on the floor.

Luckily for Fenton, Donald as well dove towards the scientist and rolled them both out of safety, saving the scientist once again.

“Thanks,” said the scientist

“No time,” replied the sailor gesturing towards the exit, “Come on”

Fenton got up and followed Donald who was already running towards the exit.

They bob and weaved passed the orb which was attempting to tackle them. As every minute passed the orb became more erratic and moved faster and faster than before.

Donald and Fenton were several feet from the exit when the orb lunged towards the elevator’s metal doors. The orb pried itself out the dent it made on the doors and shot towards the ducks again.

It tackled Donald, throwing him to the other side of the room.

“DONALD!”

The sailor hit the wall and landed to the floor with an ‘umph’.

Fenton ran towards Donald his mind racing as the seconds ticked by.

“What am I doing?”

The orb was gearing itself for a second attack

“I’m suppose to be a superhero”

It spun and whirred while it emitted an even more intense red light.

“Mr. McDuck hired me to protect the people of Duckburg and I let one get hurt”

It stopped and positioned itself towards the sailor.

“I can’t let him down a second time”

It lunged forward causing the sailor to wince at the incoming attack.

“BLATHERING BLATHERSKITE!”

Donald opened his eyes and to his amazement the person he was looking for was right in front of him.

Gizmoduck was standing over Donald clutching the Tracker Orb in one hand with the other protectivly over the sailor.

The superhero crushed the orb and tossed it towards the wall. He turned to meet the shocked face of Donald.

After a brief moment of silence Donald was the first to speak:

“Huh?”

“Yeah”

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #fenton crackshell cabrera #donald duck #fentonald #gizmoduck #fenton crackshell x donald duck #fenton x donald #Gratitude & First Dates

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lifeisjustanotherstory · 5 years

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W/c 21/01/2019 - the week in anecdotes and not-shower shower thoughts

Monday

Aytaj went to Milan for the weekend. MILAN. Beats my weekend.

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I just found out that “Royals” by Lorde came out 6 years ago this year, and time suddenly seems to have flown past. I mean...6 years? Really?! It’s probably been a year since I heard the song, and listening to it feels very nostalgic. The Youtube playlist moved on to “Team”. I used to like a particular chorus in that song - and still do - it lent itself to story ideas, and great character adventures in my head. I need to write again soon - it has been too long.

We live in cities you'll never see onscreen

Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things

Livin' in ruins of a palace within my dreams

And you know we're on each other's team

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Waiting for allocation of tasks from the US team. Currently have to chase Chase for our scoping file.

(chase Chase...once you hear it, you can’t unhear it...)

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Tuesday

I wore my jumper on Tuesday, as I had planned. Getting up early, I hadn’t thought much of not seeing the brand logo on the front - it crossed my mind, only to be replaced with the thought of catching my train.

I went through the day - a good 95% of it - before one of the Managers called me as I made my way to my locker to put away my things for the day. Her name is Amy, and she lives near one of the towns that my train stops in on my way home.

“Deepa? I think your jumper is on back to front.” I lifted up the item of clothing in question, and to my deep embarrassment I was faced with the jumper’s label. I nervously laughed and headed to my locker as she made her way out to the bathroom. I was walking around with a silver pheasant on my back all day.

Mortified doesn’t cut it.

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I accidentally put Sahil’s coffee cup in my locker yesterday and now he’s got a huge white label on it, with his name in block letters. Oops.

But at least he’s sitting next to me again. Or maybe that’s just because I always let people use my chargers.

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Wednesday

I’m trying to make my way up the stairs without stopping, which causes me to huff and puff (no houses are blown down, however), go red in the face and get a pain in my lower abdomen. No pain, no gain eh. Anyway, my eyes met Jasper’s on the way up, and we exchanged “Morning”’s. He knows I come in early, and vice versa, but we never seem to interact any more than that.

Anyway, he held open the door for me on the 10th floor, which I felt was very considerate. He didn’t have to, but he heard me coming (granted, I wasn’t that loud) and waited. I can’t say I’ve heard all good things about this guy - but his action today spoke a lot.

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Finally relented and chose to get a breakfast from the canteen today. Still haven’t decided whether I’ll expense it though. Mushrooms were my favourite kind, wide and flat - like I’d never seen before, the egg nicely poached and the beans tasty. The sausage was all the more succulent for the guy forgetting to charge it to my total bill, which came in at a round £3.00.

Back up in the audit room and I was in mid-conversation, with my breakfast box hanging dangerously close to the edge of the table. Indeed, if not for Fahim’s hand, it could have ended up on my (suede) dress or on the floor. Credit to his reflexes for saving my day.

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Thursday

My dad remarked that the jumper I chose to wear today doesn’t have a very obvious logo on it. What cruel irony is this?

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Did 11 year old me ever think of her 21 year old self deciding to take a 6:11 train, instead of the 6:20, just so she could catch some z’s onboard? #10yearchallenge

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Aytaj offered me some of her chocolate. It’s milk chocolate with a hint of toffee, but it looks like dark chocolate. Azerbaijani chocolate has exceeded my expectations.

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Had to reach out to a guy from our Swiss team in order to get some accounts that the UK team needs. No need to fear - Emanuel is here (!!!)

He is also up for the weekend because let’s be real, as if that isn’t what everyone is thinking.

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Oh my gosh, just filled up my bottle and that is some.fresh.water.

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I enjoy sitting next to Aytaj. No one else would have such fun trying to solve an IT issue. Or have cool client names (Sandwich, Hong Hong...and my personal fave; Jing Jing). Or laugh about their half-eaten chicken leg on the floor. (Thankfully, it was in a box).

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Managed to return the favour to Aytaj and gave her a chocolate biscuit. Matt H had one too.

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Friday

Does Nick even know my name? Of course, there is no reason for him to address me by it when it’s just the two of us in the audit room.

He promised not to rub his fancy breakast in his face as he left the room to go the restaurant. We’re approaching banter stage.

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Fahim looked shattered, and I told him as much.

Me, over Skype; You look so tired

Fahim: my face speaks 1000 words about my tiredness lol

Me: Where’s a painting emoji when you need it?

Earlier we’d gone to get drinks from another floor today. I remarked that I don’t drink coffee, and he was really surprised. Shocked indeed. I must be one of the few people who don’t in this job. Coffee is like water for the majority of finance professionals. (I jest, but I have honestly seen people drink as much coffee as water, if not more.)

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Sahil knows I get in early, so when someone said that I’d need to go and do something at 11:30am, he joked and said “That’s like evening for her.”

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“Deepa, who you Skpying?” I could feel my stomach fall as I heard Jits ask. “You always put on your privacy screen when you’re not doing work?” I wasn’t Skyping, I was updating this blog. My thoughts will live on, as I hope them to, in this manner. Even if my currently healthy sleeping pattern doesn’t make it.

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Nick (Dorn as opposed to Daws) asked Jits which song the line “It’s electrifying” I was. I responded “Greased Lightning” without a second thought. Jits remarked that it must have been a favourite of my parents’ in their teen years. He wasn’t right about them liking it - but they were both 19 at the time of its release. Wow.

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Watching a comedy programme and I just sat through the comedian mentioning the word ‘cunnilingus’ without any change in my facial expression whatsoever. I deserve a pat on the back for making it. Thank god my parents didn’t ask me to explain what it was...

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Saturday

Four months till my exams, with busy season yet to really start for me. Cripes.

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Attempted to read. Attempted being the key word here. Made my revision timetable though.

A bit sad about my lack of weekend social life over the next few months, as if I even had one to miss?

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Steak was worth forgoing my nap for. Only just. It’s been too long since I’ve had pure meat like this. I don’t think I could ever be a vegetarian.

Asked for a different kind of salad and got served the wrong one, only for them to bring a new one instead! Free salad, yay! (Green leaves are gr8, what)

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This new car is too clever for us. One tyre goes under the set pressure and it sets off a warning sign in the car. Ignorance really is bliss.

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To write or not to write, that is the question.

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Sunday

Lifted my stuff off the floor and found Ayana’s letter underneath.I’d completely forgotten about it. It’s nearly a month after she sent it to me, and she deserves a lengthy reply. I’l take it in my bag to work and draft a reply to write next week.

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Revision is going rather fine, if I do say so myself. Of course, I am not even one day in. Time will tell.

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You know when you can sometimes taste what you had earlier? My cod liver oil capsule obviously broke on the way down, because my mouth has just been flooded with a fish taste. If someone kissed me right now, would they taste it?

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I wrote, and it was liberating.

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Less than an hour to bedtime and the first edition of a week in anecdotes and not-shower shower thoughts was a success. Here’s to next week and many more.

Deeps

#pieces of mind #diary #a week in anecdotes

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PART 3

WEDNESDAY MORNING

While Damon was online looking for odd jobs he noticed an add for dancers needed. He’s had a stripper license since he was 19 and used this as a means for extra money when not deployed. He sent this to Oliver in an email prior to calling him on his way to the pharmacy.

“Morning”

“Check out the email”

As he pulled out his iPad, he saw the email

“What the fuck is this?”

“Strippin....you already do way more, plus a bachelorette party would get you a killing. I used to dance at a few of them when I was home”

“Got anything else?”

“Banquets, I know a lot of companies. I can send you a list of catering companies you could do work for. What you got going on right now?”

“Laying on the couch, going into the office”

[Really? That’s the best you got? What part of “I want out of this life do you not understand?]

While he wasn’t thrilled about it, he took some time to think about t and he realized that bachelorette parties are for the entertainment value and he did keep his body in shape. However, didn’t want his current situation to mirror that of “The Players Club”.

Oliver got up from the couch to fix himself an omelette while continuing to talk. “Yo, I got you on speaker phone, doing some stuff in the kitchen”

“Man, remember when we were young and we would see vacationers out here, we vowed that one day it would be us taking trips with our families?”

“I do, and when I look at where I’m at, I think to myself “What the actual fuck?”

[We were lied to. In 2008, when we were in high school, we were told to go to college. That it was the ticket to a successful life. What they didn’t tell us is that the economy would tank. They didn’t go cover any alternatives. They never went over the cost of living and the fact that people here are working three jobs. I should have seen this with my own parents. Dad worked for the state and then worked as a janitor in the evenings. Mom still works as a financial aid officer at a state college. The preparation sucked. What the fuck am I gonna use creative writing for? Why was that in school?]

He cut the conversation short to eat his breakfast and get a shower in before work. Afterwards, he ironed a pair of pants and a golf shirt and heaved to the office where the direction informed him and Claudia:

“I have a project for the two of you. Our event is coming up at the mall. You two are going to be drawing outlines to these animal pieces on the construction poet right there. We’re expecting about 200 kids”

“No problem” Oliver said looking at the green construction paper in front of him

“It’ll be a breeze” Claudia assured him as she took a pair of scissors and the elephant trunk and demonstrated.

“So it’s like build a bear type of think but with other animals but they’re decorating their bags with them. That’s cute”

“Yeah, so are you gonna go to the career fair next week”

“The one at the convention center?”

“Yea, I heard there’s going to be several companies there.”

[Resume-FEMA, fucking, and non-profit]

“I plan on it. Do you know if any government agencies are gonna be there? I couldn’t find a roster anywhere”

“Not sure”

They continued working while talking about goals and aspirations when he noticed an alert on her phone. Knowing the conference due to getting the same alert an hour earlier, he asked her how she knew about it? Somewhat embarrassed, she snapped “What are you doing looking at my phone?!”

“I merely glanced over!” he exclaimed before taking her aside and confessing to being involved in the worlds oldest profession “I hate it. One would think attractive people and pleasure but there’s no real live and frankly it feels like a modern version of slavery. I can’t get a decent date to save my life”

After a moment of silence, she admitted that she was a phone sex operator and that she worked in evenings. “I have a friend who also is in high class escorting”

“High class?”

“Let’s talk about it later? How about we meet for a drink after work? We need to get a bit more of this done.”

Meanwhile, Damon was scouting on the web when his eye caught the attention of a webcam modeling website.

He though about his current life and how he’d mange to file his taxes. He normally got a 1090 at the end of the year. He also though about the repercussions of this and the thought that the clientele could be from his local area. He had a flashback to being deployed in Germany where he and some buds where in a night club, partying surrounded by beautiful women. “We are like royalty!” He thought about a conversation he had with his peer about wanting to serve for eight years and then retire and start college. Little did he know that half way though that time frame that he’d suffer a back injury along w/ PTSD from witnessing the death of a friend at the hands of a grenade.

He applied for work with multiple agencies and thought about how he could sporadically work vs checking in daily. With webcam modeling he could set his own schedule. With that in mind he decided to text Oliver.

“Who was that?”

“My friend Damon”

“So about how long have you with with this company?”

“About six months. I’m trying to start grad school”

They chatted while filing paperwork. They talked about politics, racial issues, economic issues, and the like. Claudia made for good company. She graduated with two degrees. She majored in English Education and Journalism and worked as a teacher’s aide for a period. She was tired of the work with virtually no pay. She responded to an add. Currently she works for a phone sex. One has seen the commercials late at night. She’s one of them. Definitely more conventional than Oliver’s current job.

As he was getting ready to eat lunch, she Claudia asked him if he wanted to eat while they worked. “Sure” he said as he went to grab his lunch out of his bag.

“We work with several schools in their special ed departments”

“What do y’all do?”

”We will be finalizing contracts for events mainly. But we do outreach and after school programs on social etiquette and speech practices our goal is to help those with autism be as integrated into society as possible” Noticing Oliver’s garden salad, she asked him “you health conscious?”

“Yep. Grew up like that. My parent’s rarely fried anything, but they didn’t ban them from the house. My mom was always big on vitamins and drinking plenty of water. I practice that today, to keep things under control. Being a diabetic, I have to watch it.”

Shocked at the revelation she asked him when he was diagnosed. He was diagnosed at 6 years old.

“I’m trying to lose weight, but I find myself emotionally eating more than I should”

Trying to avoid saying anything that could be interpreted as offensive, he simply said that he had his days too, hence the reason he goes to the gym six days/week, doing a combination of cardio and weights. After they finished eating lunch, they cut more construction paper and bagged it. They filed folders away for about an hour when Oliver signed out.”See you tomorrow?”

“You’ll see me in a couple of hours.”

The sun was beaming as Oliver drove home. He rolled down his window and plugged his phone in to have some music playing. He checked the mail and saw the electric bill was in. “Shouldn’t be this much” he said “I’m never home”

He checked his email as well as his escorting profile receiving three request including one overnight stay. Booking these trips back to back, he thought about his weekly check at $8.75/hr at 25 hrs per week along w/ the money from the three client’s that he’d earn. He’d have enough to pay his final payment on his only student loan and to pay his car note.

He kicked off his shoes to give his feet some air and called his mom.

[I’m being nice. This place is a shithole, in fact the only reason my unit isn’t laden with roaches is because I frequently buy those foggers and then I have to open the damn windows and door risking my shit being stolen. Also, Bengal and Boric Acid along the cracks and corners have done wonders.]

He looked up and realized that it was time to meet Claudia. He traded in his work outfit for a pair or black cargo shorts, a zero-nineteen tank top from K-Mart, and a pair of flip-flops and headed out. He got in the truck, turned the air on and arrived to the bar 20 minutes later. Locating Claudia at a table in the bar area we walked in to meet her when the waiter took their drink order.

[She’s a pharmacy tech and she still needs to be a lady of the evening by night? I’m fucked-literally and figuratively]

She advised him to update his profile to include massages and casual dates at a lower rate. While they were talking, A woman walks up, dark skin, about 5′9, in her mid 20s. She spotted Claudia and walked in the sit next to her.

“Hey chick!”

“Hey!”

“Hello, I’m Aya, how are your doing?” she said as she reached out to shake Oliver’s hand

“Oliver, I’m good. How about you?”

“So this is the guy? He’s cute”

“He’s taken”

“Actually I’m very available”

After ordering a drink, she begin to explain to Oliver how she got into her current part time job. “I started off escorting however a client of mine introduced me to a coworker of his that owned a matchmaking service. I showed up to a mixer I went out on one date. I never saw the guy again afterwards. That said, he did mention to me that he had utilized services where one would rent a dates for events. I eventually branched off and begin advertising on craigslist and the like.”

“So do you still...….you know?”

“Sporadically, but that’ll cost extra.”

Later that night, he decided to update his profile w/ additional services offered. He decided to try out a couple of speed dating events himself. He might even snap a client or two. Perhaps, he’d been looking in the wrong places, maybe it was time for more upscale social functions. His current evening work was not a glamorous job and frankly it was quite dangerous.

[Prostitution can be traced back as far as biblical times. Not a new profession and it’s a profession that’s always been available for the money. Sometimes, we use it to pay off a loan or some sort of debt. For others, it’s the love of sex. Some just like the temporary luxury that comes with being one’s bitch. Me? I’d like nothing more than to settle down. I know there’s a way. It may take a while to find it, but I refuse to have THIS be my stop.]

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CHARACTERS

PART 4 TO FOLLOW

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What’s your opinion on younger teens in the sjm fandoms? I’m starting to get uncomfortable when younger kids follow me and their age is outright listed on their description.

This went way longer than I thought it was. I’d originally planned simply giving a one sentence response, but the more I thought about it, the more I think I needed to clarify, and pin down why I felt this way. Because opinions aren’t fact, you know?

I didn’t grow up on bedtime stories where the prince saved the princess. When my mother tucked me into bed, she told me two weeks after her marriage, she cut herself. As she made the motions over her wrist, I sick feeling remained in my stomach for days, and every day my father came home from work, I would rub my palms over my arms.

My father holds that sex remains an integral facet of a marriage. Without intercourse, two individuals exist as friends. So whenever my father felt aroused, he forced my mother to have sex with him, even though she’s repeatedly told me when we’re alone she doesn’t want it—but she has to if this marriage is to work.

I told my mother that that is rape, that he’s undermining the vow to love each other. But my mother’s so broken down from her young, past self, she can’t see it. One day, she asked me, “Do you think your father’s controlling?” Not husband, but my father.

And it is my father that locked me out on the porch, and when he let me in with me blubbering “why why why”, he told me, “I destroy my enemies so completely so that they don’t destroy me.” Me—his daughter—his enemy.

I’d been doing the dishes, and the plates had made a clashing noise. “That sound is annoying,” my father had said, approaching me. “If you make it again, I’m going to start using my fists to keep me happy.”

I told him I’d report him, but that didn’t deter him. “Good!” he shouted. “Report me so that I don’t have to take care of you anymore.” My mother had watched silently, but she knew she couldn’t do anything.

Because he is controlling. He had my mother quit her job before I was born, and told her if she wanted to get one know, it would have to be as a trash can driver—because it’s work that’s singular, where she won’t be surrounded by people. He closed both my mother’s and I’s bank accounts.

My younger sister whispered to me one day when our father was home, “If this is love, then I do not want it.”

I found love overrated at this point, anyway. I identified (and still do) as an asexual, so when my father preached sex was the fundamental root of a relationship, I cringed. And when my sister, still discovering her orientation, told me she thinks she’s bisexual—well, I knew we were doomed.

We couldn’t talk to our parents—because my mother tells my father what we tell her—about how we felt.

“You’ll like boys when you get older,” my father said. It’s why when I was in elementary school, he had me sign a contract that I wouldn’t date until I was over 21. “You’ll start feeling attracted sexually—that’s normal.”

But I never did. I found boys cute, sure, but it never went further than that. And whenever my friends came out to be gay, and he found out, he’d say, “It’s a phase in life, they’ll get over it.”

I’ve never said it outright that he needed to get over his own homophobic feelings. It was not up to him to play a god and determine the happiness of others—such as I cannot let age be an aspect of discomfort to justify monitoring or controlling others.

Who was my father to lecture me on the privilege of having the chance to cut myself when he found out I was suicidal? Who was he to laugh at me when I demanded he re-open my bank account and tell me “that’s cute” when I begged for my own credit card? [Side not, just today I opened a student savings account! It feels amazing having this autonomy, even small, from him. It’s a step.]

Celaena had been told by Arobynn, the father (?) figure she knew, about the ways of assassins. When you apply the psychodynamic view, it’s no surprise she believes in the beginning violence is the answer. And in my household, when not negative reinforcement, but punishment reigns, you associate violence as a form of tough-love.

But books show that this is not the way, and it doesn’t have to be. I read TOG when I was a freshmen, thirteen years old. I’d gone through the Wattpad phase, scoffing and belittling every romance/chick-flick/werewolf/vampire/love work in my head. What did these people know about love, probably conjuring these scenes they wished happened to themselves?

But the beauty with SJM’s works is that not only are her fictional relationships unique, but herself and her husband Josh’s relationship too. With SJM’s characters such as Aelin, it took our favorite protagonist more relationships than the single one in books where the female lead + first male mentioned ship together.

In ACOTAR, on the other hand Nesta’s been assaulted by Tomas Mandray. Feyre goes back to an abusive relationship (arguably) with Tamlin. Elain’s put herself in a shell when Feyre went missing. Her characters intertwined with pieces of my own story. There are not just external challenges, but internal character development cognitively.

And meeting people, conversing with people over Tumblr—I found people just as broken, if not more, than me. You can’t dismiss these people in the fandom across all ages who have had their own experiences because of relativity.

And I find age a relative number. Oprah Winfrey was 9 when she was raped. One of my closest friends, an immigrant from Egypt, was nearly 5 years old when his house had been ravaged apart and the sounds of gunshots still ring in his years more than decades later. And conversely, I learned what a dildo was when I was in a senior in high school—and over Tumblr.

When sex-ed teachers said “don’t have sex till you’re married”, I saw that sentence as justifying what my father said—that sex is essential to marriage. But it is anything but. Trust and communication are. In fact, in social societal circumstances, what you learn in the classroom never covers this. And if you’ve been raped—how do you feel, knowing that you didn’t have a choice?

Because my mother didn’t have a choice, not when she’d be left with nothing now if she filed for a divorce. Neither did my friend who was attacked by a male when she was at the gas station and dragged away in the night at Bakersfield. Education never covers more than the basic of what has been preached for years.

For so long, no’s have been negotiated. If I tell a man “no”, he says, “But I’ve brought you coffee this entire week. I’ve made you food when you were sick. You owe me this at least.” Do I really owe him that? If I’d known his supposed kindness wasn’t hallmark of friendship, but something much more sinister, would I be emotionally manipulated into feeling like a bitch if I’d disagreed?

So when SJM gives me a badass female who goes through the stages of defeat and grief, but picks herself back up, I see a role model. I see what my mother could have been. I see what my father would have deserved—my father who negotiated my mother’s no’s, and that is not okay. “No” is a complete sentence.

It’s not to say SJM’s books prove the epitome of relationships—Aelin had intercourse with Rowan on the beach—do you know how unsanitary that is?? Do you know???

I get the age stigma, and I’m going to admit that I didn’t have my sister read City of Heavenly Fire while Jace and Clary have sex in hell—am I the only one who found that ridiculous?? Books do over-romanticize things, but isn’t that the point of fanfiction? To portray it in however you feel—more realistically?

When I first came onto Tumblr, my fics were only angst. I carved facets of my own family life into these fics, and when I received notes that readers cried and couldn’t believe I had the capacity to write this, they became more exposed unknowingly to bits of me.

I’d rather my sister read books and join the Tumblr fandom than say yes to the boy on the bus showing her a pornographic video (because boys do that unashamed here), allow teammates on our cross country and track team to smack her butt and ask to make her feel better with a kiss, etc.

Because in our circumstance, reading the stories of those, such as Celaena who survived Endovier—she’s the closest thing we have to understanding our own situation of what transpires in our house. When Sam died, my friends had sobbed while those whose parents had passed away—they didn’t shed a tear. So the former learned what it felt like to have someone you loved ripped away from you—and this empathy later on serves as a life skill.

The fandom itself has been incredibly supportive. I’ve met people from Bulgaria to Australia, and not only do I have better glimpses into the culture, the bond of SJM books have brought a situational awareness that I have yet to experience sitting fifty minutes in a high school classroom.

Because it’s too late to learn the truth of things in college. Our brains do not absorb the information as compared to when we were younger. Retention rates and all that—we’ve got to start young. There are many forms of education, and Tumblr taught me that my father is not the only type of male in the world—and that there are others like me who have thought there was no way out.

SJM’s characters have taught me self-love, that I can be more than my environment. Age knows no boundaries. What one person experienced at 9 years old is what another could have in his/her 20’s.

Age has always been a limit. I mean, it wasn’t until the 26th amendment 18 year olds and over could vote—but are there not the prodigies below that mark more informed about government and politics than someone who has only lived in their city and has been exposed to their parent’s opinions since he/she never went to college? Especially today with the Internet as such a vast source and online class to enroll it, education starts with incentive, not age.

And if NSFW posts are the issue, then we can always insert that read-below cut. It won’t prevent them from not reading, but we can always frame it in a way that perhaps is meant for these younger readers, and then at the very end, reveal that it was for such.

We can use our blogs in a positive manner to educate about sex, if that’s the root of uncomfortableness. We can be the sex-ed class that we never got. Tell me why my sex-ed teachers called people out if they asked questions, saying the kids were too eager? If we are to overcome the stigma about learning about our bodies, then we have to be able to talk about it.

The youth are the future generation, and if we keep teaching kids that we shouldn’t know things at certain ages, then we set limits on education itself. When I told my sister to not read City of Heavenly Fire, she got a copy from her friend and read it herself—which put a strain on our bond. Because restrictions show that we do not trust. And we’ve got to take the leap of faith.

I get not everyone has these tragic/pity/sorrowful stories, no matter what you believe. But personally, SJM’s books taught me that there exists some good in the world. There is redemption. There are second chances, and my sister and I struggle to fix our family.

We have to be exposed. It’s how we function. And for kids who never went through sex-ed, reading books as a source of information can direct them to look things up and educate themselves.

SJM’s books illustrated that you could find happiness without sex—a fact my father would have disagreed with. SJM showed that love is progress, and doesn’t have to be detrimental. Some may interpret her books in other ways, but that’s why it’s so pivotal we have these discussions.

Take Nesta Archeron. Lots of people has called her a cold-hearted bitch, not realizing that it’s an actual, legitimate defense mechanism. And if being a cold-hearted bitch is sending mercenaries after your sister, starving yourself to death so their father would save them, writing a letter to the Mortal Queens despite her hatred of Faes—then I guess I would be too.

But knowing me, I’d freeze up and probably would have not lived at all. Because it’s easy to dismiss characters when they do something we don’t—as if we could have done better. Sure there’s ways Nesta could have gone about and done things differently, but then she wouldn’t have been Nesta Archeron, you know? We’re dismissing her as a person, and coping mechanisms as invalid, which people use in life.

Passing judgments on characters is easy, but when you dive into the Tumblr fandom, you see people defending her (like me), and get another side of things. These debates allow for that one track mind to diverge.

Because if I hadn’t opened up to people, then I would have continued to cut myself. And then I was able to help my sister stop too. The exchange and interaction of ideas may be used to promote ideas that no longer remain up to date, but that’s why we have other users who are up to date, and use their knowledge to write about them. Because knowledge is power!!

What do you guys think? Lowkey highkey want your feedback and thoughts not just to my response but the anon’s as well.

#anon #opinion #thoughts #if you have more questions just in case i made this more confusing shoot me an ask #because i ramble #a LOT

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We Got This, Baby John Laurens x Reader: Chapter 2

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Epilogue

“Sorry you got stuck working with me. Alexander just said you would be the best person to work with, and I got excited about meeting the person who finally makes him go home to his family, so I didn’t even think to ask if you wanted to. I’m so sorry, we didn’t even think about your feelings.” John had talked a mile a minute to you over the last two weeks. The last few weeks had been hell for you, personally, but you’ve pushed passed it. Charles still hasn’t come home or even responded to your calls or text messages, but that’s not surprising for his character. He always has been cowardly, so when you told him about the baby, no wonder he went running.

Over the last two weeks you hung out (more like they forced their friendships on you) with John, Laf, and Hercules a couple times outside of work hours to have a game night, movie night, and even “family dinner” with the Hamiltons. You declined alcohol every time without blowing your cover. Even on the two Sundays off you and John went to go volunteer at the charity you were partnering with. It’s been awhile since you have had such a fun time with people; you did not have a lot of friends before you gained this job but you sure lost them after you started in the Treasury building; you spend most of your days and hours of the week on Capitol Hill. But John, Laf, Hercules, and even Alexander (you still call him Mr. Hamilton/Secretary at work) definitely helped distract you over the last fourteen days, but you were four months along now and it’s do or die time for the relationship with the father of your child.

You snap out of your own thoughts and try to return to John and his conversation. While most of what John was saying is necessary to gain insight in what needed to be done, much of it was babbly in nature, although you secretly didn’t mind. His voice, with a soft southern drawl, was extremely soothing and easy to listen to. His hazel eyes are easy to get lost in, and oh so easy to make contact with for long periods of time. Today John had tried to gain more insight into you, and you have to admit it feels nice to be listened to, but unfortunately it wasn’t your own boyfriend who was listening. You sigh for what feels like the hundredth time today, and it prompts John to ask,

“Is everything alright?” You look up from the papers strewn across your oak desk, and glance to your left where John is sitting a few feet away. Thinking for a moment, you answer,

“It’s just personal issues. Not currently important.” Rather than dismissing it like you hoped he would, he sets his legal pad down and scoots a bit closer- still leaving a good distance between the two, but enough to signal a change in conversation.

“No offense, and if you truly don’t want to talk about it I’ll drop it, but you spend as much time here as Alexander does. If you cannot process your personal issues while you are separated from your personal life, then you don’t have time to process it at all.” You take a moment to think about the statement. Right as John starts to scoot away, you speak.

“My boyfriend hasn’t been home for the last month.” For the first time in the span that you’ve known him, John doesn’t take the conversation by the reigns, but waits for you to speak. You continue, “A month ago, I told him I was pregnant and he hasn’t been home since or answered any calls or texts.” John’s response was his eyes widening, but he still managed to stay quiet. “Oh, yeah!” you inject as you notice his facial expressions. “I have a boyfriend. Maybe. I’m not sure at this point. I know it’s shocking for me to even date with my work schedule, and yes I’m pregnant. Charles’ schedule is similar to mine, though, since he works on Capitol Hill, so he should at least be getting home around the same time, but I haven’t seen him in person since I told him about the baby. It’s making me more anxious about this pregnancy than I should be, but honestly I’m not surprised.” You take another deep breath, and continue. “I’m four months pregnant, and cannot freaking get a hold of the father of the child.”

John’s face goes from confused to empathetic, and clearly thinks about what he’s going to say. When he speaks, his voice is again, soothing and easy to listen to.

“You know, I’ve heard the Leader of the Free World, a French Ambassador, and the Treasury Secretary are all very fond of you, and would happily help make him answer, and if he doesn’t answer well, he’ll disappear.” You giggle, and with that giggle a smile appears on your face and the tears forming in your eyes started to disappear.

“I honestly might have to take you up on that offer. Thanks,” you answer, finally feeling a bit better. “I think I’ll go to his office later to see if I can get a response. He can’t run away if I come to him, right?” John nods in agreement but looks very pensive. You start turning towards your work and for a few moments it’s silent.

You and John solidify the 5K fundraiser for the local charity he’s working with, also a few volunteer opportunities that the people on Capitol Hill can participate in like serving meals, running yard sales, and packing gifts for underprivileged families. Posters were the next on the agenda, but it was lunchtime, and you were scheduled to attend a meeting with Mr. Hamilton at the White House, so your work day with John was done. As you put everything in its proper place, John clears his throat and you look at him. Your hands were still planted on your desk gathering papers, but a warm, comforting hand covers your left hand that’s gripping firmly on the papers.

“You know, Y/N. Charles will be extremely idiotic to not come crawling back to you. You’re phenomenal and the way you’re handling everything shows that you are a strong person. Charles doesn’t deserve you, your badass personality, or the fantastic baby you’re sure to have. If i can do anything to help you, please let me know.” Before you can say anything, John is walking out the door and Mr. Hamilton is sauntering towards you. Gathering your bag which is filled with two notepads, plenty of pens, two water bottles, cough drops for when Mr. Hamilton screws up his voice, and some fruit when you get hungry from the meeting going over time, you smile. As you and the Treasury Secretary walk out of the office, the building, then into the car waiting you ask

“What type of meeting is this?” Hamilton responds

“It’s a cabinet meeting between us, the president, and Jefferson.” You nod, but internally you feel cold because Secretary Jefferson meant seeing his assistant, Charles. You breathe deep, and rub your stomach, playing it off as straightening out your dress.

“Baby, I hope John is right.”

You and Mr. Hamilton strut into the White House (you really actually stride quickly to keep up with your boss’ strut) and towards Mr. Washington’s Oval Office. When you approach the office, Mr. Washington’s voice carried out the doorway and you can already tell that Secretary Jefferson was there. Once Mr. Jefferson spotted you his face lit up, and he reached his right hand out to shake your hand in greeting,

“Ms. Y/N, I’m so happy to see you once again. Your presence certainly deafens the harshness of Secretary Hamilton’s. Are you sure you won’t come work for me?” You plaster on a smile and retort,

“Oh Secretary Jefferson, you’re too kind, but I’m afraid I stay with this job because of Eliza’s wonderful personality.” You can picture Mr. Hamilton’s eye roll, but Secretary Jefferson’s laugh filled the room. Secretary Jefferson physically filled the room easily, considering he’s six feet tall, whereas your boss is only about 5’7’’, Hamilton’s voice will overpower verbally and logically when the debate happens, which is truly why you stay with Hamilton’s office. While Jefferson is definitely a piece of eye candy, Hamilton’s politics is what you can get behind. Eliza, her cooking, and their children are definitely plusses, though.

Behind Jefferson’s tall stature you see Charles visibly trying to shirk away from you. You mentally roll your eyes, and decide it’s not worth it at this point. You’ll talk to him later.

Three hours of arguing back and forth, it appeared that you, Charles, and the president were all nursing a headache while Hamilton looked victorious, and Jefferson looked pissed. Secretary Jefferson did smile and kiss your hand as you left with your boss, but other than that, it looked as if Charles was going to have an awful rest of the day of work. When you and Hamilton get back into the car, he holds his hand up and says

“High five!” you grin, and enthusiastically respond in kind.

“You did well as always, sir.”

“Thank you, Y/N. In other news, I have a question for you.” Your attention is pulled towards Mr. Hamilton

“Yes, sir?”

“This is not my business at all and I know you try to keep your personal life separate from work so you have every right to not answer, but did I witness some tension between you and Jefferson’s assistant Lee?” You sigh.

“Do you actually want insight into my life, sir, or are you trying to be kind?” He thinks for a moment and says,

“You’ve been my assistant for the last six and a half months. I actually care, Y/N.” This statement brought tears to your eyes, but you continue looking forward.

“Yes, you did sense tension between Charles and I.”

“Do you care to expand a bit more?”

“We’ve been dating for the last two years, living together for the last four months, but he hasn’t come home in the last month.” You take another deep breath, “And while I know what I’m about to tell you does affect my work status and I’ll actually create an official form and everything, but… I’m four months pregnant.” To your surprise, Secretary Hamilton didn’t seem shocked. When you bring this to his attention he chuckles and explains

“Eliza has been pregnant three times. I do admit I’m not the most observant person in the world, but when it comes to the people who are consistently in my life, I do pay attention.” He lets that sink in for a moment and he adds, “If you need anything, please let us know. When you’re ready to tell Eliza, she’ll be ecstatic. Otherwise, I firmly believe you deserve better than that coward.” You giggle a bit. “Also, running to the restroom every morning isn’t necessarily sneaky.” Your eyes open wide and you snap your attention back towards your boss and he’s shaking from holding back laughter.

“Well excuse me,” you retort, completely and utterly shocked with how this has gone down. You look at Hamilton and ponder for a moment before coming to a decision. “Actually, there is something you can help me with.”

The favor you asked of your boss was pretty simple. Drop you off at the Harry S. Truman building, to meet with Charles out of the blue, and have a car waiting to take you back to work so if you were going to cry, you didn’t have to do so in public. Walking into the building, you steel yourself mentally and place a smile on your face to keep up your image and not give anyone the idea that you were here for personal matters. As you walk into the main office outside of Secretary Jefferson’s, you notice the curly haired man talking to the father of your child. Oh, this is perfect.

Walking up to Jefferson and Charles, both men notice you, and the former’s face lights up, and the latter pales. The Secretary of State of course is the first to speak.

“Y/N! Please tell me you are here because you changed your mind!” You grin and play along with his flirtatious manner but respond,

“Actually, Secretary Jefferson, I am here because I need to steal Charles away for a moment. Is that possible, sir?” Jefferson’s facial expressions remain the same when he complied, and gestures for Charles to follow you into an empty conference room. When he sits down in a leather chair, you contemplate doing the same, but all your thoughts and concerns come rushing to your head and you just think to yourself; Is this the man I really want to help me raise my child? You look towards Charles once again and his head is tucked down and your decision was suddenly so clear. You clear your throat and Charles’ head pops up to look towards you. Had he always seemed so timid? You loved the fire and passion he had for his politics and beliefs, but you think about all the times he’s just gone along with what everyone else was doing. You think about how he basically left you for the wolves without any help with the baby. You think about the fact that Charles’ brown eyes that used to always be in your mind had been replaced with hazel ones.

“You don’t want this, do you?” You ask, resigned, and a little sad. Charles shakes his head and answers,

“I’m not ready to be a father Y/N. You know that. I’ll help financially with whatever I can, but I cannot be responsible for another human being.” You nod.

“You realize that this is the end of us right? I’m keeping this child. This child is important to me and no one can stand in my way of taking care of them.” Charles’ brown eyes, somehow lacking any connection you’ve ever felt with him, make contact with yours and you sigh, “Yeah. This is the end.” Without another word you turn, walk out of the room, wave goodbye to Secretary Jefferson and into the waiting car.

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