#yeah I'm going to post like a little prologue today!
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Batshit Soulmates Part 6
The second one today. I'm trying to get through my backlog because I have almost twenty chapters that are finished and ready to be posted. And that isn't counting the fact that with my daily goal of 400 words a day, I'm definitely going to have more than that the longer it takes for me to post.
This here is my schedule for the next two weeks, but as I said, since I'm always writing, that "return to one chapter a day" on the 11th? That's probably a pipe dream. So I might end up adding a fourth day to my posting schedule so that I can at least put out a chapter a week for each of my WIPs.
We'll see.
For this chapter we have fun times at the Wheelers (heavy sarcasm), that talk and a cliffhanger? Yeah, a cliffhanger.
In Medias Res| Prologue|Pt 1| Pt 2|Pt 3|Pt 4|Pt 5|
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They had been traveling awhile when Eddie decided to get the lay of the land by getting higher.
Which was great in theory until he saw the vast expanse of...shit he didn’t even know how to describe it other than evil. And it stretched as far as he could see.
He turned around to get back down when Nancy called out.
“Don’t step on the vines!”
Eddie froze. “Uh what now?”
“They’re connected to the Upside Down,” she said with a huff.
Eddie looked to Steve to translate.
“They’re part of a hive mind,” Steve explained. “You step on a vine and basically you’re stepping on Vecna and basically everything else in this hell hole.”
“Shit!” Eddie hissed as he tried to come up with a way to get down without waking up the whole Upside Down to their presence.
“I was thinking that now would probably be a good time to get my guns,” Nancy murmured.
Eddie finally decided that fuck it, he was just going to by pass all the vines jump down.
He landed deftly on his feet and as he pulled up his jeans a little he said, “You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns at your house? Guns as in plural?”
Robin pointed excitedly at her. “I know, isn’t she bad ass?”
“I have a Russian pistol,” Nancy said with a cock of her head, “and a revolver.”
Steve huffed out a laugh. “You almost shot me with that one.”
Nancy smiled back and with a teasing lilt to her voice replied, “And you almost deserved it.”
TWAP!
Steve stepped back with the force of a denim vest being thrown in his face. He looked up at Eddie in shock.
“For your modesty, dude.”
Steve looked down at the vest in confusion. “Wha–”
Just then there was great big roar and the ground shook. Robin tumbled into Eddie and Steve barely managed to catch Nancy before elbowed him in the side.
Steve and Nancy were able to keep on their feet but Robin and Eddie fell to the ground.
Eddie looked at Robin and then back at where the noise came from.
“Guns are really starting to sound good right now,” Eddie muttered.
Robin looked back at him and nodded. “Oh yeah.”
Eddie was rubbing his shin as Robin’s heel had kicked it on her way down but his brain turned off when he saw Steve walk by as he pulled on Eddie’s vest.
Shit. He had miscalculated on that one. He hadn’t wanted Nancy Wheeler to ogle his soulmate but he didn’t take in the fact on how hot Steve would look wearing his battle vest. He only barely managed to help Robin to her feet before he was hoping forward to catch up with Steve.
His little lizard brain lighting up with, “Hot boy! Must follow hot boy now,” as his feet danced around the vines to be by Steve’s side.
And just maybe Steve wanted it too, because as Eddie fell in step next to him, Steve blushed and ducked his head.
Eddie grinned up at him as they made their way through the darken forest of the Upside Down.
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Eddie kept looking over at Steve, who was looking like he had merely taken a tumble in gym instead of being eaten alive.
And yeah that was hot, it was also worrying as fuck. Eddie was starting to think that maybe Steve wasn’t a dick, the dude was just traumatized.
Robin and Nancy walked slower behind them to give them some privacy. Finding your soulmate in the middle of the end of the world, again, sucked.
“Hey, I wanted to thank you for saving my ass back there,” Steve said, softly.
Eddie bumped their shoulders together. “You saved your own ass, man. What you did there was very Ozzy.”
“Who?” Steve asked, confused.
“Ozzy Osborn? Black Sabbath?” Eddie prompted. Steve’s confusion only deepened. “He bit the head off a bat on stage.”
“Wha?” Steve said, rearing his head back. “I don’t know you’re talking about.”
Eddie smiled faintly. “It’s okay. All I was saying that that was a very metal thing you did back there.”
“And metal is...good?” Steve asked, unsure.
Eddie chuckled. “Very.”
“Thanks,” Steve said, grateful the dirt and grim of the Upside Down hid his blush.
They walked on for a few moments in silence. “I was so jealous of you, by the way.”
Steve reared back his head. “Me? Why?”
“Dustin talks about you all the time, man,” Eddie said. “Like all the time. Never shuts up about you, in fact. The kid worships the ground you walk on. Called you a badass on more than one occasion.”
Steve scoffed. “Dustin thinks I’m badass?”
“Oh, yeah,” Eddie said thoughtfully. “I think I just couldn’t accept that Steve Harrington was a good dude, you know? Rich parents, popular, good with girls, not a douche? There was no way. It just flies in the face of life, the universe, and everything. Including my very own Munson doctrine.” He twisted the rings on his fingers nervously.
Steve reached out and gently took his hand.
Eddie took a deep breath and let out it slowly. “I’m still jealous because you’re the real deal. I’m learning that outside DnD, I’m no hero. I see danger and I turn and run. Or at least that’s what I discovered about myself this week.”
Steve squeezed his hand. “Hey, give yourself a break. There was nothing you could have done about Chrissy, okay?”
Eddie let out a shuddering sigh. “The truth is that if those two ladies hadn’t dived in after you, I would still be up in that boat. I don’t know how you managed to get the loyalty of two of the smartest girls in school, especially with one of them being your ex, but holy shit dude. Nancy just dived in no hesitation.”
But before Steve could answer another rumble ripped through the Upside Down.
“Jesus!” Steve hissed as Eddie said, “Here we go again!”
They clutched each other as they struggled to remain on their feet. Steve looked up at Eddie and his breath stopped in his chest, tightening like a vice.
They were so close that Steve could taste their mingled breathes. He yearned to just lean forward and–
Robin tapped his shoulder. “Come on, let’s get to Nancy’s before another quake hits us.”
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When they got to Nancy’s room, their hope for salvation turned to ash like the dust falling from the sky.
“What do you mean they don’t exist?” Eddie hissed.
Nancy looked like she was going to cry. “The Upside Down is stuck in 1983. Most likely the day Will vanished and I didn’t get my guns until after.”
Even Robin looked disappointed at not being about to see Nancy’s guns.
It truly seemed like all was lost when Steve suddenly stopped.
“Holy shit!” he cried. “Can you hear that?”
Nancy and Robin shared a glance.
“Hear what?” Nancy asked.
“Dustin!” Steve said happily. “I can hear Dustin! And Lucas! And Max!” He giggled.
“It’s like they in the walls!”
Eddie grimaced. The pain must be really getting to the guy if he was hallucin–
But then he could hear it too. Steve and Eddie shared a look and they turned, booking it for the door.
They thundered down the stairs and they noticed the golden light glittering around the chandler.
But now the girls could hear the kids too. It sounded like they were in trouble.
All four them were drawn to the light. It was warm and comforting. And god, Eddie couldn’t stop touching the light.
“It’s warm,” he muttered.
The other three reached up and touched the glittering glow. Steve and god, how Steve seemed to watch to reach out to him as well.
“Does anyone know Morse code?” Nancy asked, trying to figure out how to communicate with the right side up.
Steve shook his head and even Robin wasn’t clueless.
Eddie licked his lips. “Um...does SOS count?”
Nancy nearly screamed at him, but let Eddie do his thing. They managed to communicate with Dustin, Erica, and Max, who had somehow gotten themselves under house arrest. Or whatever the hell the cops wanted to call keeping children against their will.
They managed to find a way to communicate with them through Holly’s LiteBrite. And so Dustin rambled at a million miles per hour about gates and murders and Vecna.
“Does anyone understand what he’s talking about?” Nancy asked.
Everyone shook their heads. So she simply sent back a single question mark.
“How many times do I have to be right on the money before you guys trust me?” Dustin screamed.
Steve sighed. “Jesus Christ, this kid has to get his ego in check.”
Eddie leaned over so that he could talk to Steve around Nancy.
“It’s his tone, right?” Eddie asked.
“Yes!” Steve agreed, happy that he had someone who understood what a menace Dustin was at the best of times.
Basically it boiled down to needing to get to the nearest gate. Eddie’s trailer.
“Which great and all,” Eddie huffed. “But let me tell you, Forest Hills is no easy walk from here.”
Nancy looked around at them like they were stupid. “The kids left their bikes here. There should be four of them in the garage.”
Steve rolled his eyes. But they all dutifully followed her out to the garage.
The bikes were tiny. God, are they minuscule. They all climbed onto the bikes and rode all the way to the trailer park.
And if Eddie hung back to watch Steve’s ass all the way there... fuck you, no he didn’t. The view didn’t hurt, though.
They made it his trailer and they laid down the bikes in front of it. Eddie began to shake. Frozen in fear. He couldn’t go back in there. They couldn’t make him.
They could find another ga–
Suddenly there was a warm hand on his shoulder. “I know you don’t want to go in there. But we need to get back to the Right Side Up, breathing the shit down here isn’t good for you.”
Eddie gulped, but nodded.
“I’ll be right beside you,” Steve continued softly. “If you need to, take my hand.”
Eddie instantly latched on to Steve’s hand as he led the group into the Upside Down version of Eddie’s home.
He stumbled a bit as he saw the great, big, red, pulsating...wound.
“Shit!” he whispered, a little awed and a lot scared. “That’s where she died. Like right where she died.”
Steve squeezed his hand gently. “I’m sorry, Eds. We just need to find a way to contact the kids and get us out of here, okay?”
Eddie looked around at his home and just wanted to cry. Nothing was where it was supposed to be and yet exactly where it was supposed to be. And that really fucked with his head.
Nancy looked up at the gate. “It’s too high. There’s no way we can get to it without help.”
Steve and Robin looked around trying to see it there was something that could be used to pry it open from below.
Eddie knew he should help them. He knew where things were kept. But he just couldn’t move. All he could do was stare up at that red wound in his ceiling pulsating with a sick twisted form of life.
Just then something poked through it and Eddie screamed. He didn’t mean to, but the sound had escaped his mouth before he even knew what it was.
What it was when Steve got him calmed down enough to actually see it, was a shovel.
It didn’t make him feel any better, until that curly little mop of hair stuck through the now decent sized hole in the ceiling.
“Henderson!” he cried in relief.
“There you are!” Dustin called back. “Do you think that you guys can work it open from your end while we work it open from our end?”
“Is everyone okay?” Steve asked.
“Yeah, we’re fine,” Dustin said. “Let’s get you guys out of there, okay?”
Between them, they were able to get the Gate open and a mattress set up to catch their fall.
“What are those stains?” Robin sneered.
Eddie looked up at them and licked his lips. “I, um... I don’t know what they are, honestly.”
Robin’s lip curled. “Gross.”
The truth was that Eddie really didn’t know. He had gotten it used a couple of years ago when his old mattress fell apart. They could have been there from its previous owner for all he knew.
“So who’s going up first?” Steve asked.
“Not you, pretty boy?” Eddie teased.
Steve blushed. “I want to make sure everyone else gets up there okay.”
Robin eyed the sheet rope and then said, “I’ll go.”
Steve nodded and watched carefully as Robin scaled the rope. She flipped around and landed on the mattress with a flomf!
Dustin helped her to her feet.
“That was quite fun actually.”
Back in the Upside Down, Eddie looked at Nancy and Steve, but neither one moved, so he shrugged. “I guess that means I’m next.”
This was Eddie’s least favorite part of gym, climbing rope ladders. He didn’t ever see the point. Though getting detention for pointing out it was part of the military industrial complex was one of his best days in that class, so...
Up he went. It wasn’t that he couldn’t climb the damn thing, he just loved ranting about having to.
“Okay, Nancy,” Steve said. “You’re next.”
But she didn’t answer. Steve turned to her but she was just standing there. He called out to her again.
“Nancy?”
Eddie’s head immediately popped back over the gate. “Shit!”
Steve shook her shoulders, but she remained immobile.
No, no, no, no...
Not Nancy!
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The Girl Next Door - Part 1
A/N: Part 1! This part is really just to give you a clue into their relationship right now, as the following parts will be about the shifting in their dynamic! Hehe, I'm so excited for this series! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!
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Prologue | Part 1
Jeremiah Fisher x OC! Isabella Sullivan
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Ella Sully <3
8:03 AM
J: You guys on your way?
E: 👍
just left Cambridge and stopped for coffee quick
J: 😊 See you soon then Sully
E: see you soon Fisher
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I was sat on their front porch by 9:30. Realistically they shouldn’t be getting here until 9:45-10:00 but with the way the Sullivans drive, I knew they could be arriving any minute. At 9:38 I watched as the Range Rover pulled into their rocky driveway. My face instantly lit up. The car was barely in park when she opened the door and ran to me. Her arms flew around my neck as I grabbed her in my arms and spun her around.
We held onto each other tightly before I put her down, truly staring into her eyes for the first time this season. She looked a little different than when I last saw her, although that was just around winter break. In the past 6 months, she had lost a little baby fat from her cheeks, gained some new freckles, had grown her hair out and got it freshly highlighted, and her hazel eyes looked extra green today.
“Well hello, Isabella.” I grinned down at her, arms still looped around her.
Her eyes glistened, “Well hello, Jeremiah.” If possible my smile grew, as I picked her back up into the air making her squeal.
“I'm so happy you're here, I can’t wait for this summer!” I placed her feet back on the ground, and this time when I looked at her something shifted, our stare intense, the air between us thick. Suddenly I became aware of just how close I was holding her. I scanned her face, unable to help myself when my eyes lingered on her lips a beat extra. I could always read my Ella, but the look on her face right now was new, and it stumped me.
“Jeremiah!” Spell broken. Begrudgingly I let Ella go to hug her mother. The older woman squeezed me tightly. My arms dropped as she moved back from me, her hand going to cup my cheeks.
“Wow, I think you’ve actually gotten taller since I last saw you! My my what a handsome young man you’ve turned into, don’t you agree Ella?” I smirked as Ella blushed from her mom's comment.
Her eyes went wide as she laughed, “Mom!”
I gave my best puppy dog's eyes, teasing her,” What you don't agree I’m handsome Ella?” She just scoffed as she grinned back at me playfully.
“That’s not important, but I know you well enough to know it's important I don't add any more fuel to your ego.” We all chuckled, and I saw her mom giving us a loving look out of the corner of my eye.
“Let me help you guys carry in your bags!”
After bringing all their bags inside, Ella and I went to her room. I plopped on her bed while she put her things away.
“So where's your dad?” I asked curiously.
She glanced over her shoulder at me before continuing to put her clothes in her drawers, “He’s driving out next weekend, he has a conference in Boston this week.”
“Cool,” A comfortable silence stretched between us, “So, surfing?” She paused what she was doing, turning around to me as she leaned against her dresser. A smile graced her beautiful features, what a sight to see. I wondered if she smiled like this for other people or maybe just maybe her smile was something I got just for myself. Maybe I was the only one with the privilege of sharing a moment of such pure happiness with her. I could only wish.
“Oh yeah.”
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Post-ocean was my favorite time to see her. Her hair was gorgeously curly from the salt water, her cheeks tinged pink from the sun, and her freckles glowed across her face. We laid down on a towel, catching our breath from surfing before we trekked back up to the house. I turned to my side to face her, prompting her to do the same. I pushed the hair that fell while she did so behind her ear.
“I'm so happy it's summertime, I missed you, Elle.” Her expression stayed at a relaxed state but the corners of her eyes creased a little extra.
“I missed you too J.” I smiled. Only she ever called me that, and even she did it only once and a while.
I lay back flat and she scurried over to put her head on my chest. I could stay here forever- “Should we head back to your house, I still need to say hello to everyone.” It seemed she didn't have the same idea though.
If I’m being honest, I'm growing tired of having to hide my love for her, tired of not being able to pull her that couple inches closer to me, tired of her not being mine.
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After a hello filled with a lot of hugs, Ella went home to shower before her mom and her came over for dinner like always. We all sat around the table, catching up on the past few months as we ate my moms cooking. After dinner Ella came upstairs to my room while I got ready for the bonfire. She came over ready, and was now just waiting for me, Steven and Conrad. She scrolled on her phone before flicking her eyes up to me. I held two shirts up to her, “Blue or Gray?”
She took a moment to truly consider it, her expression serious. “Blue, makes your eyes sparkle, it’ll boost you up with the ladies.” She gave me animated wink, giggling a bit.
I scoffed lightly trying my best to fake a smile, but nodded curtly following her word without question, blue shirt it was. Then I put my hands on the edge of the bed beside each of her legs, leaning in grinning, “You like my eyes?”
She fueled the fire, grabbing the sides of my face and staring straight at me with a smile, “Yes you were blessed with gorgeous baby blues Jere.” I laughed and backed away to strip off my current shirt to slip on the one she chose. I smiled to myself when I caught her lingering on my abs for a moment. Heat blossomed in my chest. I can’t blame her, I looked different than last summer but based on the sight of her in her bikini earlier, so did she.
“Ell-”
Just then Steven came running through my doorway, “You guys ready?” Ella perked up jumping off my bed and out the door. I huffed, should be a fun night.
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Who the hell was that?
I stood with some guys I've known from over the years, a can of soda in hand, DD for the night. But while I stood there, Ella sat on a towel in the sand near the fire with some guy. Some guy. Not me.
“-Jeremiah? Ello, earth to Jeremiah?” I regained focus looking at my buddies who laughed at my distracted state.
I glanced back at Ella, my Ella, I couldn't take it anymore, "I’ll be back.” I walked straight to her, paying no mind to the annoyed grunts and protests coming from behind me. The guy she was sitting with spotted me coming toward them first. I took Ella by surprise when I plopped down next to her in the sand, my arm immediately going around her shoulders.
“Wha- Oh hey J!” She melted into my side once she realized it was me. My eyes looked at her briefly, flashing a smile, before my face went straight and I stared down this random ass boy.
“Hello Sunshine, and who are you?”
The guy seemed displeased by the situation unfolding in front of him, “I’m Finn, if you don't mind Ella and I were-”
I stopped him before he could even start, because I frankly didn’t give a fuck what he was going to say, “Alright Finn, thanks for keeping my girl company for me, see you around, maybe, probably not.” He looked at Ella for a moment but when she made no objection he got up and walked away huffing as he went.
I stayed silent, the reality that Ella might be super pissed for the stunt I just pulled dawning on me. Then she grabbed my face repositioning our spots on the towel so that we were face to face instead of side to side. Our eyes connected, and she pulled me towards her quickly, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. I had no time to process..is Ella about to kiss me? What should I do- well kiss her back obviously- but wait where is this coming from-
“Mwah!”
My cheek. Oh. She kissed my cheek.
“Thank you! Oh my gosh, he was such a douche! You know when we were little I hated how easily you could read me, but now it's like my own secret weapon to save me from situations I don’t wanna be in. Oh, and faking the ‘my girl’ card? Genius! Nothing seems to shut a guy up quicker than finding out she has a boyfriend. You put on a good act. Where were you even that you saw me? I couldn't see you?”
Her arms had dropped to rest on my shoulders. I didn’t know what to say. I should just tell her the real reason I came over.
“Elle I-”
Blue and red lights flashed in my vision.
Cops.
Fuck.
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BLOODLUST pt. 1
BLOODLUST Masterlist
Prologue Part Two
"Well," Y/N sighed. "This doesn't look too hot."
Icicle Junior had leapt down from the posts of the bridge and had created a steep ramp in the middle of the road, sending cars flying. He threw his head back and laughed manically as the civilians swerved to try and avoid the ice.
Y/N rushed towards the cars as they flew through the air. She heard people's screams from within and ran as fast as she could, whipping out her knife and slashing her palms open. She felt the blood gush onto her skin and shouted, "STRONG!" as she caught the car midair and lowered it to the ground as gently as she could before moving onto the next one.
"Finally!" Junior shouted, noticing her. "I was wondering what a guy had to do to get a little attention around here!"
He lurched towards Y/N, only to be thwarted by an arrow piercing the back of his shoulder. Several more forced their way into his wall of ice.
Y/N scoffed and pressed down on the microphone of her earpiece. "Took you long enough."
"Yeah, yeah, shut up," Roy Harper grouched. "I don't see you fighting Junior."
"Civies are more important than villains," Y/N mused. She stepped a bit farther from Icicle Junior as the arrows began to beep, indicating that they were armed with explosives. "That's my motto, Speedy."
The blasts went off, and Junior grunted in pain as his wall broke apart. He fell back and snarled up at where Speedy and Green Arrow stood atop the bridge, their next arrows prepped and ready.
Junior summoned massive clumps of ice on his arms, then roared with effort as he chucked them up at the two archers.
"Junior's doing all this for attention?" Roy demanded. He let out another explosive arrow.
"I know," Y/N grumbled. "It's odd." She rushed at Junior, bloody hands extended, and ordered, "BURN!"
"Oh, no, you don't!" Icicle Junior leapt back, narrowly dodging Y/N's hands, which had started to smoke with heat. "Nobody told you, pretty girl? Ice and fire don't mix!"
He tossed several spikes of ice at her, but Y/N simply smacked a couple out of the way and they turned to puddles at her touch. The rest embedded themselves in the ground, and Y/N kept running.
Meanwhile, Roy and Oliver had made their way down to the street, and were firing off more arrows at Junior as he attempted to dodge each of Y/N's attacks.
"I'm telling you now," Roy stated. "This little distraction better not interfere."
Icicle Junior saw the arrows coming and quickly put up a frozen shield all around him. The explosive arrows made a hole in his barrier, and Y/N began to punch through the ice as well. Her burning blood splattered across the ice, reducing it to water in seconds.
Trapped, Junior threw one last attack. He punched the air in Speedy's direction and kicked at Y/N, sending massive blasts of sharpened ice crystals at them both.
Y/N ducked out of the way, but felt some of the ice pierce her abdomen as she tried to escape the blast. Pain shot through her body and she yelped.
"HEAL!" she commanded, feeling the cuts on her hands seal quickly. The wound from being impaled began to patch itself up, a bit slower than her hands.
Roy, however, practically smirked as he jumped over his attack, pulling an arrow from his quiver and releasing it mid-air. The arrowhead slammed into Junior's chin hard, knocking him unconscious.
Green Arrow looked down at their adversary and chuckled. "Kid had a glass jaw!"
"Hilarious," Speedy said quickly. "Can we go?"
"Wow, such patience," Y/N teased, throwing her arm around his shoulders. "It's almost saint-like."
"Can you blame me?" Roy asked, quirking a brow at her. "Today's the day."
"That it is," Black Canary agreed as she pulled her motorcycle up to them. "Y/N, you good?"
"Peachy." The girl tapped the mended skin of her abdomen, feeling the newly formed flesh. "No more injuries. I may need a snack on the way, though."
"That's good." She tossed a helmet to the girl. "Get on and grab a bar. You don't want to be late, do you?"
The Hall of Justice was not the main base for the Justice League. Y/N had known that since Canary had elected to go off on a solo mission for a month, leaving Bloodlust to work with Green Arrow and Speedy. After a particularly grueling patrol, Oliver had invited the two of them to his house where he proceeded to patch them up, get drunk, and reveal the truth about the Justice League's headquarters.
"You see," he'd mumbled, "the Hall is just a fro-hic!-a front. We used to be at Mount Justice but then-hic!-our enemies found out about it." He'd spread his arms and eyes wide, looking absolutely scandalized. "Can you bel-hic!-believe that?" He'd shaken his head and returned to his bottle. "I can't believe that. How'd they-hic!-find us? I don't know."
Y/N had met Roy's eyes, sending him a silent question:
Do we ask more questions?
Roy had answered by turning to Oliver, his lips pursed in thought. "So, um. Where is your headquarters?"
"Mm." Oliver had lifted a hand and pointed to the ceiling. "The-hic!-Watchtower." He'd nodded firmly. "It's-hic!-in space. A satellite." Then he'd smiled softly. "Lovely view."
And so Y/N knew they were being played when Martian Manhunter and Red Tornado greeted her and the rest of her colleagues.
"Robin, Speedy, Aqualad, Kid Flash, Bloodlust," Manhunter listed off, "welcome. You now have unlimited access to the gym, our fully stocked galley, and of course..." He trailed off as the doors to the library opened up. "Our library."
"Make yourselves at home," Flash offered, gesturing to the armchairs scattered about near the large computer screens beside the Zeta tubes on the far side of the library.
Robin immediately flopped into one seat, as did Kid Flash. Aqualad instead gestured for Y/N to take the remaining chair, and she did with a polite smile, kicking one leg over the other. Speedy rested his hand on the back of her chair, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Don't tell me," he whispered, barely audible to anyone but Bloodlust, "this is the end of the tour."
"It better not be," Y/N hissed back.
But much to her disappointment, their mentors huddled close together, physically cutting the protégés out of the conversation even if they could still hear.
"Quick debrief to discuss the coincidence of four ice villains attacking on the same day," Batman explained, turning his head back to the sidekicks. "We shouldn't be too long."
With that, the adults turned to the Zeta tubes. Batman typed in his command into the computers, and the tubes whirred to life.
"Recognized: Batman, 0-2," the automated voice rang out. "Aquaman, 0-6. Flash, 0-4. Green Arrow, 0-8. Black Canary, 1-3. Martian Manhunter, 0-7. Red Tornado, 1-6."
"That's it?" Roy demanded, standing up straight. "You promised us a real look inside! Not a glorified backstage pass!"
"It is the first step," Aquaman replied calmly. "You've been granted access few others get."
"Oh, really?" Bloodlust growled. She gestured up to the windows, outside of which several civilians watched with cameras flashing. "Who cares which side of the glass we're on? This is insulting."
"Y/N," Canary began, stepping closer, "I understand your frustrations. Both of you," she added, nodding to Roy. "But you need to be patient."
"Patient?!" Y/N scoffed.
"What we need is respect," Roy scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked to Robin, Aqualad, and Kid Flash, who seemed appalled at the outburst. "They're treating us like kids. Worse... like sidekicks. We deserve better than this!"
But to Y/N and Roy's shock, none of them said anything. Then it hit her.
They don't know about the Watchtower, do they?
"You're kidding, right?" Roy seethed. "You're playing their game?! Why?!"
"Wait, Roy." Y/N tried to reach out for him, but Speedy shrugged her hand away.
"Today was supposed to be the day! Step one in becoming full-fledged members of the League!" Roy shouted.
"Well," Kid Flash muttered, "sure. But I thought step one was a tour of HQ?"
"Roy, they don't know," Y/N said softly, her anger slowly ebbing away.
Roy just leveled her with a cold look. "Then it's about time they learn." Then he turned back to the other protégés. "I bet they never told you, huh?"
Y/N didn't miss the way Oliver stiffened, nor the way Dinah's head shot over to him, the unmistakable air of fury about her.
"This place," Roy began, "the Hall of Justice, isn't the real thing. It's a false front for tourists and a pit stop for catching zeta beams to the real thing; an orbiting satellite called the Watchtower."
Batman, Aqualad, and Flash all rounded on Green Arrow. Canary's fingers twitched, like she was seriously considering strangling the man.
Oliver sighed and raised his hands in surrender. "I know, I know, but I thought maybe we could make an exception!"
"And you told Y/N, too?" Dinah growled. "Without my permission?"
"He didn't even tell us on purpose," Y/N reported. "He was drunk."
"Regardless, you are not helping your cause here, lass," Aqualad said. He tried to step closer to Y/N and Roy. "Stand down, son, or—"
"Or what?" Roy interrupted him furiously. "You'll send me to my room? And I'm not your son! I'm not even his," he snarled, turning to Oliver. "I thought I was his partner. But not anymore."
Y/N froze. "Roy, what—"
But he plucked his cap off of his head and dashed it to the ground. He turned his back to the Justice League, and shook his head disapprovingly at the protégés, who sat in stunned silence.
"I guess they're right about the three of you," he said coldly. "You're not ready. C'mon, Bloodlust."
But Y/N didn't move. She stood still as the world seemed to pause around her. She felt the piercing eyes of Dinah on her back, the bated breath of Roy before her, both eagerly awaiting her decision.
And what would her decision be?
They don't fully trust me, she noted. The League, at least. I'm only sixteen, I don't know my way around this line of work as well as I act like I do. Of course Dinah didn't want me finding out about the Watchtower. I could never make it on my own at this level. Petty thieves are one thing, but now the world associates me with Justice League-level threats, and I'm just not there yet. Not by myself.
But with Roy? I wouldn't be alone, I'd have someone with the same level of training as I. He trusts me, he's shown that time and time again. We're friends. He's my best friend.
But Canary—Dinah—she's like an older sister to me. Without her, I'd still be working three jobs to barely be able to support myself. I'd be broke and alone and I would never have made it this far.
What do I do?
"I..." Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat. "I'm sorry, Roy. But I'm staying with Canary for now."
Roy turned to face her, eyes wide. There was a glimmer of rage in his eyes, mixed with a twinge of hurt. His jaw loosened as he stared deep into her eyes.
"You're joking."
Silently, Y/N shook her head. For the first time in the years she'd known Roy Harper, she had never had him look at her this way. It stung in a manner she didn't know was possible.
"No." Y/N stood her ground. "I-I'm going to stay. With Canary. And them," she added, waving vaguely at the three boys watching this unfold. "I'm not confident in my ability to go off on my own, Roy. I-I don't doubt you. But I'm not strong enough yet."
There was a moment of silence.
"Fine," Roy whispered. "I can't say I'm not surprised. But it does hurt."
And with that, Roy stormed out of the room.
His absence left a bitter taste in Y/N's mouth. She kept her eyes on the doors, even as behind her, a notification alarm went off and the image of Superman projected onto the screen. She kept her eyes on the doors as Zatara, too, joined the call. And she kept her eyes on the doors as Canary walked up to her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"I know it hurts, Y/N," she whispered, "but you did the right thing."
"It doesn't feel like it," Y/N replied in the same hushed tone, her voice cracking at the end.
"Hm."
"So..." Kid Flash started once the heroes had Zeta'd away to handle the threat Zatara had warned them of. "Are you okay?"
Y/N almost laughed at the question. "Do I look like I'm okay, KF?"
"Right, stupid question, sorry."
Y/N nodded.
Aqualad sighed heavily. "My King, I thought he trusted me. And yet... what else are they not telling us?"
"In Arrow's defense," Robin said, "Bloodlust did say he was intoxicated. But I've got a better question. Why didn't you leave with Speedy, Blood? And why didn't we?"
Y/N did not respond. Instead, after a beat of quiet, Aqualad looked up with a frown.
"What is Project Cadmus?"
"Genetics lab," Y/N replied swiftly. "Based here, in D.C. Don't know much else."
"Well!" Robin stood and cracked his knuckles before marching over to the computer. "Let's see what else we can find out."
"Access denied," the computer replied as Robin punched in some codes.
"Ha! Wanna bet?" Robin smirked and his fingers flew over the keyboard again. Soon, he managed to tear down the encryptions on the file.
"Whoa..." KF mused. "How are you doing that?"
"Same system as the Batcave," Robin replied. He pressed one last key, and the computer screen switched to a file titled 'Project Cadmus.'
"Access granted."
"We can see that," Y/N whispered, turning to see the screen. She skimmed the text, then shook her head. "Yeah, that's all they've got. Genetics lab in D.C."
"But if Batman's suspicious, maybe we should investigate?" Robin prompted.
"Solve their case," Aqualad translated, "before they do."
"We'll get in so much trouble," Y/N pointed out.
"Not like you're not used to that," Robin fired back. "Don't think I haven't seen your file, Bloodlust."
Y/N glared at him. "Alright. I might be fine. But you?"
"I stand with Bloodlust," Aqualad said. "They told us to stay put."
"For the blotting out the sun mission," Robin stated. "Not this."
"Wait!" KF cut in, raising a hand to stop them. "Are you guys going to Cadmus? Because if you're going, I'm going."
"Just like that?" Aqualad seemed surprised. "We're a team on a mission?"
Y/N chewed her lip. "I'm still not certain about this. But..." She turned to the screen, looking long and hard at the Cadmus logo. "I'll admit. Canary and I were worried about Cadmus. Have any of you guys heard of the legend?"
"Yes," Aqualad replied. "The Cadmus of myth created a new race by planting dragons' teeth into the ground."
"Yeah. We were worried that this Cadmus may be more like their namesake than they say," Y/N said. "Like, their genetic experiments may verge into illegal territory."
"I see..."
"Great!" Robin clapped his hands together. "I mean, not great, but great! That gives us another reason to check it out for ourselves! C'mon, Bloodlust! If they're doing what you suspect, we could bring them to justice. Our mentors can't blame us for that."
"They are all about justice," KF mused.
Finally, Y/N heaved a sigh. "You're not going to stop trying to convince me, are you?"
Robin just grinned.
"Fine. Fine." Y/N raised her hands in surrender. "But I'm only consenting to reconnaissance. We go in, collect information, and we get out."
KF and Robin exchanged giddy smiles.
Then Robin turned to Y/N, a sly gleam in his eyes. "Ready to be whelmed?"
#young justice#young justice x reader#black canary#ramsey rosso#dc comics#fanfiction#writers on tumblr#robin#kid flash#aqualad#artemis#miss martian#superboy#red arrow#dinah lance#dick grayson#wally west#kaldur'ahm#m'gann m'orzz#connor kent#artemis crock#roy harper#metahuman#superpowers#blood powers
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｡⋆｡˚🦋 Ikemen Villain Prologue 🦋˚｡⋆｡
Chapter 1
If Life Were A Fairy Tale...
If life were a fairy tale, it would have been easy to be happy...
We don't have to do anything we aren't allowed to do. For example...
A forest you must not enter, a door you must not open, a secret you must not know.
And...
Kate: "This is all that I'm in charge of? Okay, thank you for sorting the letters."
Colleague: "You know, the one at the top is a love letter, okay? That's a big responsibility, Kate."
Kate: "All letters are equally important because it's written from a person's heart."
Kate: "Okay then, I'm off to work!"
I put the bundle of letters in my delivery bag and opened the front door of the post office.
(It's even livelier today...wasn't it the social season?)
London, the Capital of the United Kingdom, is literally the most prosperous city in the world during the reign of her Majesty, Queen Victoria.
Immigrants, industrial capitalists, and aristocrats crowded together,
Everyone is living today the same as yesterday, full of worries and joys in their own way.
Kate: "Okay, let's get the work done as soon as possible!"
I am an ordinary citizen who works as a postman in such a city.
.........
(Phew, I'm tired)
As I deliver the letters to each recipient, as usual, I noticed the gas lamps beginning to turn on one-by-one.
(2 more to go...next address is...Ah)
Suddenly, a strong wind blew and one of the envelopes flew into the sky from my hand.
(Oh no oh no!)
The envelope kept flying higher across the dimly lit alleyway and chased after it desperately.
Kate: "If I lose it, I'll be in trouble...come back here!"
I kept chasing it as fast as I could and finally saw it lying on the ground.
Then I saw a man with silver hair that dazzled even in the twilight, emerging from an alleyway.
(Thank god...!)
Kate: "Excuse me, sir, please don't step on that letter..."
???: "....."
When I rushed over to him, he kindly bents down and picked up the envelope that fluttered down to his feet.
???: "There you go, my lady."
He simply picks it up and offers it to me, but I find myself gazing at him, perhaps because of his inhuman good looks and the elegance of his gestures.
Kate: "....Thank you."
???: "You're welcome."
(This person's eyes are...red. So much like.....)
Blood.
In the dimly lit alley, the outstretched palm, the blood-colored eyes....all of it was...
A shiver ran down my spine as if it was going to take me somewhere that wasn't real.
Man with red eyes: "Only 2 more deliveries left?"
Kate: ".....Hm?"
His mutterings brought me back to myself. Immediately, the hustle and bustle of London came back to my ears.
Kate: "Sorry, I was spacing out for a moment there----"
Man with red eyes: "Hurry up, the sun will soon be setting."
He said it in a whisper and briskly walks away. I soon see him disappear into the crowd.
For some reason, the faint scent of sweet roses lingering in the air made my heart flutter.
........
Man with red eyes: "I've made you wait, Victor."
Man with long black hair: "I'm happy to wait for you for hours...So? Did something good happen?"
Man with red eyes: "Yeah. I just saw a cute little robin, with a lovely voice, flying happily."
Man with long black hair: "Heh...if you're interested in someone, then that makes me interested in them too."
.........
(That was strange. How did that man know about the number of deliveries....?)
(I don't think we'll ever meet again...since he looked like an aristocrat by the way he dressed)
I walk the streets with a feeling of relief as if I wanted to talk to him some more.
Because I love the moments when people's hearts are touched, I chose a job delivering thoughtful letters.
I have no complaints about the days I continue to deliver someone's thoughts and I think that my current routine may be a happy life that suits me.
But I also think that the world might change if I take a step forward at...on a moment's notice.
(I'm not sure if it's called 'asking for something you don't have')
Kate: "Anyways, I'm glad I delivered all the letters today without any trouble."
It was then that I praised myself as if I were self-imposed.
???: "Wait!!"
(....!)
Chapter 2 - Boundary Between Good And Evil
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Earlier in the year, I deleted my deviantart account.
I did this because they were going all-in on AI theft bullshit, and I wanted no part in it. And I'm pretty sure I know what you're thinking: big deal, right? And on some level, I kinda get it. It was a deviantart page, who cares, nothing of value was lost.
Despite that, I do remember going through most of my entire account, and trying to save a backup of whatever I could, just in case, y'know? I saved almost everything, before deleting every individual piece, and then once the entire account was empty, I fully deleted the account. I did everything I could think of to avoid letting the idiots running that site into the ground scrape what little I had for their fucking theft algorithm.
But there were a few things that I forgot to save. I had a few fanfics that I had posted there. The big one was the entirety of the New Vegas fanfic that I wrote over the course of 5 years. 174 chapters, just under a million words, it's notable in that it's the only project that I've ever actually finished to completion.
But the thing is: that wasn't actually lost. I have the entirety of that story, including several earlier versions, saved on my hard drive. According to the file properties, it's 50mb, and 1376 individual files. And not only that, but the "mirror" of that story is also still preserved in public with my account on fanfiction dot net.
But there were a few other stories that, in my haste, I forgot to save. And, again, it's a case of "Who cares?" because they were short, almost one-shot, fanfics based on the characters I played... in World of Warcraft.
Sheason Fisher and Tuera Ashama were my rogue and warlock characters, respectively, and I wrote a lot of short stories involving the two of them. Snapshots of this extended cat-and-mouse espionage game of super-spy versus super-villain, with a backdrop of whatever drama was going on with the RP guild I was part of at the time.
Thing is, the reason I didn't think to save them while scrubbing my deviantart account was because I assumed that I already had them saved somewhere. But recently, I went through some of my files, looking for something else entirely, when I suddenly realized: no.
They're not there.
All these things that I wrote about these characters that have existed in my head since at least 2005, and it's all just... gone. It's like all the stuff I wrote on warcraft guild forums for those characters - back when forums were still a thing - and which now no longer exist, because not only do all those RP guilds no longer exist, the forums themselves no longer exist. And I never thought to preserve what I wrote.
I kinda remember what most of the stories were about, vaguely. I kinda remember the general idea of the one-shots I'd written. But the actual words I wrote at the time? They have vanished. I could probably rewrite some of those old stories, and they'd probably be a lot better now. After all, I'd like to imagine that I'm a much better writer today than I was 10, 15, 20 years ago...
But the originals are still lost.
It wouldn't be the same.
I know this probably seems like I'm being overly dramatic, and I'm fretting over pointless bullshit. And, yeah, on some level, I acknowledge that I kind of am. But... still.
It's reminding me of just how ephemeral existence is. Moments happen, and then they're gone.
The only evidence that any of these events ever happened at all is my failing memory.
And, eventually... even that will disappear.
#drunk skunk lore#deviantart#fanfiction#Fallout New Vegas#World of Warcraft#Sheason Fisher#Tuera Ashama#existential dread#All those moments will be lost in time#like tears in rain
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Cross-Dimensional Answers Prologue-Ch 1 (Last Legacy)
A/N: AAAAA I cannot believe this is happening!! So I am writing the events of LL from the perspective of my MC. Hopefully, you’ll get to know her as the story progresses and maybe grow to like her! Before we get started, I wanted to make a few things clear.
I do want to preface that I am not the creator of LL (obviously). I am taking the story of LL and making just a few adjustments and additions here and there (for example: the setting of the expo). This is from the perspective of how i feel my MC experienced this story and if your interpretation of the events is different then that is totally okay! We all love and experience these routes differently so one interpretation does not discredit another. With the routes being on indefinite hiatus, when I get closer to the current state of the story, I will be taking some creative liberties on how the rest of the story folds out. This is not a story that will completely follow the events laid out for us, but a way for me to finish the story so I can have some sense of closure. Also there may be some instances that I may not fully know how things operate. I will try my best to do research and information digging, but I may have to make some guesses (ex. How a check in at a con works seeing as I’ve sadly never been to one) so you’ve been warned.
Listed below are the creators of LL. They worked so hard on the world and I want everyone to show them some love for it. I put a link to the LL carrd as well so that you can check out everyone’s socials (so many talented writers and artists worked very hard on this story so please go support them!).
I do want to warn you that I am a beginner writer. I’ve only every written fictional stories for a few school assignments and for an application, so all the work I've done has been seen by very little people. If you have any constructive criticism, it is much appreciated, HOWEVER please do not send hate. It does not help anyone out, and if anything it hurts more then it helps so if you have any suggestions, feel free to DM me.
With that very long A/N done and out of the way (don’t worry it won’t be like this in the next installments), let's get this party started!!
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-Word Count: 2,428
-Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Food, Probably poor grammar (I try to proof read but my mind jumps a lot sooooo),
-Creators: Dev (creator and writer), Ciel (sprites, cgs, illustrations), Hika (bgs, illustrations, gfx), Lulu (writer), and Grace (writer)
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“Are you sure that you have everything packed for your first day? Your lunch and backpack are already packed, right? Do you have your supplies ready?” I ask hastily into my phone, briskly walking out of my hotel toward the convention center in hopes of being early.
“Yes, yes i do, you don’t need to- hmph!” the voice on the other side exclaims suddenly. A crash sounds in the background, “Shit!”
I stop suddenly, concern lacing my voice, “Are you okay Tim? What happened?”
I hear a laugh come from the other side, after which I exhale a breath of relief.
“Yeah, I'm fine. I just tripped over my backpack is all, and I’ll be fine today,” Tim says as I hear the rustling of fabric, most likely putting on his school uniform jacket, “there’s no need to worry.”
I quietly laugh and a small smile adorns my face, warmed by the thought of my caring brother as I continue my walk toward the convention center. As I get closer, I spot signs and billboards posted around the city of Orlando, advertising the event, indicating that I am getting closer to my destination.
“You know it’s my job to worry about you, right? I’d be a pretty bad caretaker if I didn’t. I mean it’s not every day that you start your Junior year!” I say into my phone, laughing slightly towards to end of my words knowing what his following reaction will be.
“Yeah, totally, the thought of taking the SAT this year is soooo thrilling,” Tim says back, a smile hinted in his voice though his tone is of complete loathing, “Cannot wait to spend restless nights studying for probably one of the most important exams of my life, definitely no pressure.”
He is about to say something else when I hear another voice on the other end of the call.
“Is that Meg on the phone? Let me talk to her,” I hear a voice call from the other end.
“Ugh, hold on! Let me say goodbye to her before you steal my phone out of my hands!” Tim exclaims, frustration coating his words, “Well, Andy will probably hang up before giving the phone back so I hope you have a good time at the expo.”
“Thanks, Tim. Have a good first day. I know this’ll be your year, I can feel it. Just try to talk to some new people today, okay?”
A brief moment of silence comes from the other end.
“...Yeah okay,” he responds, hesitation clear in his voice, “I’ll call you when school gets out, alright? I love you.”
“Love you too.”
“Here’s Andy.”
I decide to stop and stand off to the side as silence fills the call, hearing the phone being transferred from Tim to my other brother.
“How is my wonderful sister doing this beautiful morning?” Andrew asks in a honeyed voice. I stand there, squinting my eyes, suspicion clear on my face.
“What do you need Andy?” I ask smirking, knowing that tone all too well.
“What?? I can’t ask how my talented, beautiful sister is doing this fine morning?”
I don’t even bother to respond.
“...Huh, I can never get anything past you, can I?”
“No, no you cannot,” I laugh.
Andrew laughs into the phone along with me.
“Well then, is there any chance that I can steal some of your muffins from your apartment? They’re the really tasty ones that I love and I can totally pay you back when you return,” asks Andrew.
I raise my eyebrow, “You promise to pay me back? Last time you said that it took you six months to repay me and you only did so because your own husband had to threaten you,” I state.
“Yes, yes I promise!” He pleads, “I’ll even pinky-promise if that helps!”
I laugh, “No, it's fine, you can take some.”
“Thanks, little sis-”
“We’ve had this discussion before, I’m not your little sis!” I exclaim into the phone, a couple sitting at a café table near me looking pointedly at me. I give them a shrug and mouth “sorry” to them.
“Yeah, you are.”
“Being older by 10 minutes does not count.”
“Yes it does,” he says with a smirk knowing he won the discussion, “Anyways, like Tim said, please try not to worry about us during the expo. I know it’s been a while since you’ve had time for just yourself so just please enjoy your time there, you deserve this,” he says in a gentle tone.
“I will, thanks,” I say, grateful for my brothers’ concerns.
“Make sure to get some sweet pics of you in front of the expo with your cosplay, oh! and don’t forget the gift for Seb’s birthday, you know how much he loves those Reynold guitars. He’ll definitely freak out when he sees its from the OG shop” Andrew said excitedly.
“Will do. Also, you’re still picking me up Friday evening, right?”
“Yep! Meet you at the guest gate?”
“No, on the flight line–yes at the guest gate,” I laugh into the phone. “I’ll call you when I take a break for lunch, love you, Andy.”
“Love you, Meg, have fun, bye!”
“Will do, bye.”
I end the call and I put my phone back into my backpack. I look in the window in front of me to check over my cosplay before I step into the check-in line. My brown hair is pulled into a mid-ponytail with some strands hanging out of the front for style and is adorned with a crystal flower clip. Realistically wearing a ponytail in an actual fight wouldn’t end well but hey, I look cute so what the hell. I have on a white, dramatic, peter-pan collared blouse with adorable poufy sleeves that Lizzie let me borrow for the expo, which is paired with black trousers tucked into black combat boots. Styled with the blouse is a lightly boned, black stay that is tied up in the front. The outfit itself is pretty plain, however, the gems of the outfit include my handmade cloak and the faux sword hanging from my hip. The cloak, a deep, thick, navy blue fabric, layered with a sheet of moon and star embroidered lace on top, is secured in by gold trimmed edges surrounding the collar of the cape. On the back, there is a large, embroidered, golden Starsworn logo. The cloak, alongside my handmade worbla foam sword, was the most expensive and time-consuming part of the outfit. It took many sleepless nights and breaks during my work shifts to complete them. However, paired with the simple clothing choices, my outfit perfectly exhibits design aspects of the leaked art from the latest installment to the ultimate franchise, Last Legacy II: Ex Nihilo.
After my cosplay check-over, I put on the badge that I received in the mail a few weeks prior, and walk into the appropriate line outside the expo hall under a large, tan canopy leading to the entrance of the hall, shielding guests from the Flordia sun. Hanging from the canopy reads a sign: Welcome to FanExpo FantasyCon.
I can’t believe it. I haven’t felt this excited in…years. 9 long, strenuous, exhausting years to be exact. It still feels like yesterday when I was neck deep in blankets on my bed, trying to distract myself from the collapsing world around me, when I stumbled across that review.
Despite its huge popularity, no one else in my friend group, other than Sebastian, really got into it, so the game has always been a little personal to me and allowed me to become distracted when I needed it the most.
I put my backpack down on the table once I get up to the security station so it can be checked, get my badge scanned, and walk through the metal detector to collect my bag on the other side and from there I enter into the hall.
As I walk in, I notice some familiar art from the previous Last Legacy game posted on the surrounding walls of a hallway. Smells of various food booths are posted at the other side of the expo hall, filling the very large room, and chatter from employees and guests alike echo throughout the area, creating an exciting buzz. Booths hawking various crafts are set up everywhere in the hall, from artists selling prints to various coding businesses and software developing systems advertising their companies. To my left, there is an entrance to a theatre-like room where i assume the main panel for today will be held later on.
Looking around, a a bright, wide smile adorns my face, and for the first time in a long time, pure joy fills my body. I was a little skeptical about coming to the expo when they announced it and released the ticket sales. Today is, after all, the first day of Tim’s new school year, and I haven’t been on a trip like this since before becoming Tim’s legal guardian five years ago, but after some convincing from everyone, Andy and James promising to look after him the next three days, and working extra hours to afford the tickets for access to the Mike Morrigan signing and costume costs, I went forward with buying the tickets.
This was definitely worth it, I think to myself.
Before I explore the main hall, I decide to walk down the hallway filled with panels of art from various franchises. Various scenes and characters are depicted from floor to ceiling. Some of the art is the official art from franchises, whilst other wall panels consist of concept art and art made by other artists, all done by talented individuals.
As I’m walking down the hallway a familiar voice behind me catches my attention.
“Wow! Your cosplay is amazing!”
I turn to see Celena, an incredibly talented cosplayer staring right in my direction with her deep magenta eyes (most likely from contacts). Her short, platinum white hair is adorned with an adorable bunny ear headband, which matches perfectly with her light purple dress topped with little bows in the front and a big bow in the back on top of her faux-bunny poof tail. She looks straight from the game itself, making it one of the reasons why she is my favorite cosplayer of all time.
Emotionally and mentally, I’m screaming.
And somehow, in some way, I am able to respond (almost) calmly and (almost) normally.
“Oh my god, thank you so much! Yours is amazing as well! I mean your dress is to die for! Do you mind if I get a picture with you?” I ask, overthinking each word as it comes out of my mouth.
“Of course! What’s your name?”
“Megan”
“Well nice to meet you, Megan,” she says with a smile, “And what job class are you?”
“I am a Starsworn Swordmaster,” I say, gesturing at the sword I have on my hip as we move closer to get both into frame.
I hold up my phone and take a selfie of the two of us smiling, her holding up a peace sign. After the camera clicks, I put my phone back into my bag, and when I turn back to her, she is looking at the art on the wall behind me, causing me to turn to see what grabbed her attention, in turn seizing mine.
Before me stands two familiar characters from the first Last Legacy game: Magister Escell Mirun, on the left, and Ayanna Anka, on the right. Though most of the internet is enthralled and obsessed with him, I’m not particularly a fan of the Battlemage and his cliché vain, and scheming personality. On the poster, Escell’s long purply-black hair is tied into a loose, low ponytail and it, along with his blue and green uniform with gold, accents, flows in the breeze as he stretches his pale hand outwards, imitating a spell being cast. On the right, the clever and cunning Engineer, Ayanna, stands facing away from the photo but looking back over her shoulder with her sharp, yellow cat-like eyes and iconic smirk. Her hair, put up into various thin braids, and ends highlighted in purple, lays below her large, poufy cat ears and her brown and gold-lined goggles. Her Ilpheta marks adorn her face on top of her dark brown skin, and her brown and tan striped tail curls upward. Though I love Ayanna’s character, I can’t help but question the developer’s choice in costuming, but nonetheless, I adore her.
I laugh to myself, remembering a past night during Freshman year in college when Sebastian and I discussed…funny ideas surrounding Last Legacy’s characters.
I decide to let Celena in on one of our comments, turning around, asking, “Hey don’t you think Escell would look amazing in a chainmail bikini-” I stop abruptly.
I look around and realize that I am now alone.
That’s weird, I could’ve sworn this hallway was packed with people a couple of seconds ago.
Not only am I alone, but the chatter from the main hall is gone as well.
“Hello? Celena? Anyone?” I call out.
No answer.
My breathing starts to become heavier, and I feel myself becoming colder, a clear sign of my nervousness and fear starting to show. Panic rises in my chest. The same feelings I had that night nine years ago start up.
What the hell? What the hell? What the- No don’t panic, Megan. Just- Just stay calm, maybe everyone is in the theatre for the panel? Or–
My thoughts are interrupted when a small thud sounds from in front of me. A long, multi-chrome staff rolls my way, pushed by seemingly nothing. The staff is adorned by gold accents and dangles, with a glowing crystal perched at the top, encased by gold circles, crossing over each other.
“Woah…is that…the Astrolabe?” I ask myself.
The legendary relic lies before me while I try to understand my current situation. With the amount of detail this prop has, there is no way this is anyone’s ordinary cosplay prop.
I look around to see if there is any clear indication of who it belongs to but no one seems to step forwards to claim it.
With the intent to return this to whoever dropped it, I take a few steps forward, toward the staff, and reach down to pick it up. Once my fingers touch the cool, metal base of the shaft, light protrudes from the crystal laid in the center, and white light fills my vision. I try to move my hand back but clearly, it is too late.
The hall and all the sense associated with it disappear from me and are replaced by small, shimmering balls of light. And then nothingness swallows me whole.
And then nothingness swallows me whole.
to be continued...
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Edit: Changed a few things for flow and some minor spell check
AAAAAAAAA I cannot believe this, this is so insane. This is the first time I've ever posted my writing!!! AAAAAA
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Totally did something I was not expecting.
Work on story: No
Work On Art: No
Had all the resources infront of me ready to get a few ar Peices done. 😏🥴😖😓😒😒😒 YES!!!
What did I do instead you may ask???
Open the Sheet music app and began retooling my song front two years ago that was originally the main theme for the first act. Or at least the first half of the first act. I took advice from friends and family that it just needed a little something more at the start and end. There was a good oomph as start made me think battle scene... but it needed something. I finally thought of the sound I wanted.
Found the Drum Rills I wanted (Though it took hours to find the exact one I litterlaly typed the exact words in the name and toik hours to find some reason and countless searches).
Found a bell sound I was totally like Yeha that could eb a fun opening..
Theb thought, eh I made the document. Might as well plop the opening down.
I have problem currently staying up all night zi guess.😓🤣😂😅😅😅
Yep, spent all night working on the song. I ahve to admit the guitar part so uh nds coll. The opening including open ik gn chorus. Sounds awesome. Maybe a few tweeks here and there. I restyled and also redid the notations and the octaves of tlntoss as well as their notation time signatures to fit with the new speed and design I'm going foe with the comic. And funny enough didnt even get the main theme in there this was all the themes that combine with it
Later parts are a but messy. But blhoenstly first minute sounds pretty cool, totally plants an image. So I hope it works out. Just have to retools thjnklgs Inliked about the old open in ng a but more before ri works. But after alls said and done what leads into the opening a piano followed by a guitar pick iij ng up thebebat a bit. Can say it sounds far better then the old music.
All the same cnat believe how much time I spent on it. But I got started on the new angle I'm going for. And it kinda gives a real atmosphere to it. Hopefully you guys will like it I've studied both college level and under music practically my whole life but I'll say 25 years practically since I was 5. So writtinflg music is soemthing I often do. I just havent really performed my lyrical stuff. I even have a lyrical song or a few I came up with for the comic. Although, I'm not sure they will fit with the comics main theme.
I will say thebprologues theme has been ready and done for 2 years now. And yeah I'm not changing that puppy. Its... well saying anything will give away a plot point. I'll just say it will get you're heart pumping... in a scary kinda way. Showed it to friends and family and they are like "Okay that was freaking creepy. That, you wrote that miss ray of sunshines?" I just knew what I wanted for teh prologue had a certain tone I wanted setting in. And it worked.
Well heres today's update for you. I'll probably post some pic later today. But till then take care. I'll see if I could post a snippet of the song later tod sass y or in the next few days. Probably will have to use one of my actual music programs to do that without saving and unfinished product.
... but till whatever update comes next.
Take care and have a blast.
(Ps. I knwo how to play the harp and paino. However, I dont own a harp anymore where I used to rent closed its doors long ago. And my piano is a keyboard I've had since 7 whose cord keeps absconding from me, so if your wondering I can play instruments I jsut have difficulty keeping track of them thus I use programs instead) I recently fo uh nd recordings I made at my families property two years ago on the old family piano, just me silently at night alone plucking out cords and slowly creating a song, and occassionally messing up... it was when I was first figuring out Lenna's theme. At the time trying to keep it more towards H.S. in theme and sound. This has since changed and I'm leaning more towards the other inspiration that shaped most of the characters since the start. So the sound has since changed. It used to have a country western sound to it.
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I love this post. You may be interested in the Dan Harmon Story Cycle too: studiobinder dan-harmon-story-circle/
I'm not fond of the word "Universal" in story structures 9/10 they are wrong.
For those who don't follow:
Universal means in every culture in the world. If their ego is big enough, they'll say it applies to every story.
Worldwide, to me, means in a bunch of different places.
Things are very, very rarely universal. For example, in all languages in existence today, none of them are without pronouns.
More white cishet men like to say something is "Universal"
https://www.studiobinder.com/blog/dan-harmon-story-circle/
is basically the Hero's journey boiled down without the credit.
When people don't give credit for their ideas, you know what happens? You get massive retconning. And I get annoyed at the plagiarism.
But let's examine why it's not universal:
You — A character is in a zone of comfort Jo-Ha-Kyu breaks this rule as do a lot of Japanese media, in general. Frames and prologues often break this rule too. 50/50 Ta'zieh breaks this rule.
Need — But they want something. Need and want aren't the same thing. This is basic philosophy. You need food, you need shelter, and a place to sleep. Do you *need* a 50 billion dollar mansion? But some people *want* it. Second issue with this is a whole genre can break the back of this: Slice-of-life. And also kids stories are still stories. (as supposed to stories for kids). Often it lists places and what they did there, but it isn't "I needed this." Sometimes in thematic order.
Go — They enter an unfamiliar situation,
Again, Slice of life breaks this. Often the situation is familiar, or starts strange and is familiar after all. (Second one is more Miyazaki)
4. Search — Adapt to it,
This isn't even true in the US. Often you do't need the character to adapt to it. Horror pulls this out a lot.
5. Find — Get what they wanted
This isn't universally true either. Jack London had it so a lot of his characters true-to-life didn't even get a bit of gold. So it doesn't even apply to European and European diaspora countries. China is famous for the fourth act--everyone dies, the evil lives, making international viewers anxious.
6. Take — Pay a heavy price for it,
Also, see Slice of Life. Not very good if a whole genre can break you.
7. Return — Then return to their familiar situation,
Korea puts this in the middle, and then flings the reader in several directions, disorienting them for the sake of heightening emotion. This is not what they are thinking here. Familiar situation? Nope. Koreans don't do this.
This is half true for Taz'ieh. (Which is truly one of the oldest trackable forms)
Noh totally breaks this rule (and Jo-Ha-Kyu within it)
Some forms of oral storytelling also break this. There is no return element. Some just leave you there. Antigone doesn't really return the character to before her father died.
Griot.
8. Change — Having changed.
Some characters are supposed to never change, and stay there.
Slice of Life, Slasher horror, Zombie films: the zombies.
In Chinese Qichengzhuanhe, the specific usage can also break this, because the aim is different.
There is literature which also breaks this: Don Quixote. He never changes.
About here:
Probably some blustering about how it's universal, but not in all stories...
Yeah, nope. This is why white men need to read more and more widely. Also get out of the 20+centuries and look backwards with the actual story structures used prior. (Also !@#$ Cite your sources. Just because Freytag did it badly, doesn't mean you have to. Remember he hated Japanese, women, Jews (though he revised a little), and a whole bunch of other people and wanted to genocide for Polish... If that's your example, no. Credit people, regardless of if you agree or not.)
Is your knowledge of the Earth's history of Literature wide enough to call it universal? I have that list and I'm humble enough to say I might wake up the next day and find out something I thought was universal isn't and will be shaken to my core--and I live for that. That's *exciting* and I think that's a philosophy we should have for stories and culture.
If I found a human existing or pre-existing language that uses no pronouns--you know that excitement I would have? I'd be spending hours asking how does it work then? Is there subject deletion or object deletion? Can you communicate for places like in Korean only in verbs?
And I think we need to approach stories the same way. The preoccupation with universal can erase the very specific. Say:
Karagöz and Hacivat
story structure, which is ONLY used in this genre of shadow puppetry.
And I think the search for universal erasing the specific is a shame. As did many of the 19th century writers. (And probably begrudgingly Lubbock himself).
Short version: Plagiarized a whole ton. Am I surprised? No. And it's not universal, because most people try to cram stories into their story structure, rather than examining how retconning destroys reading literature, because ego over facts.
An aside, but Don Quixote is *not* 3 act or 5 act. I looked it up and was shocked it's a different story structure entirely. (And Cervantes was a fan of other story structures).
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hey friends !! i need to work on a schedule so i can be desktop during drop dates. i cannot handle tumblr eating my posts anymore lol. i went over the prologue to make sure there weren't duplicated paragraphs and stuff and now everything's fine.
for those who like to read on ao3, i'm about to post it there now. sorry, for the delay. when i finished i'm going to work on the story tags, go over some stuff about the taglist, and then update my masterlist. i hope i have some time today to make a moodboard for jungkook. i think we should do that when we meet some of the characters, yeah?
i'm thinking i'll give everyone another day before we start talking about the prologue. just so spoilers aren't floating around. i also want to drop a little poll, but we'll chat later.💕
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Maika Fantasia - Chapter 2: C'mon C'mon (1 of 5)
(Note/Disclaimer: Using “Bubble Translator” and making slight tweaks in case of broken English, here is a very loose translation! Due to photo limitations per post, only screenshots of specific moments will be present; otherwise, it’s dialogue translated via text-only)
Chapters:
Prologue: Part 1 / Part 2(&3)
Chapter 1: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Chapter 2: Part 1 (you are here!) / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Chapter 3: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Chapter 4: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Chapter 5: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Chapter 6: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Chapter 7: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Chapter 8: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Location: Arberite mansion
Violet: (Why......)
Violet: Why...did I fail?
Violet: (I didn't take it on a whim, I worked really hard to pass it, but...why didn't I make it?)
Violet: (I wanted to become an idol, and I worked hard with all my heart. My efforts had to have been perfect. Even in the actual performance, I was able to complete it without getting nervous!)
R: That was unexpected, Miss Violet...
Violet: ...unexpected indeed. I'm still not able to understand why this happened, I can't even properly reflect on it.
R: Hmm, I could try running some calculations.
Violet: Could you do that for me?
R: ...of course.
R: ...
R: Well, the reason why the young lady failed the Maika Fantasia audition is because...
Violet: Because...?
R: e r r o r
Violet: What!?
R: Appearance, singing, dancing, talking - the young lady's performance was excellent in all aspects.
R: So...there may be some reason why my computing power as an android doesn't allow me to analyze it.
Violet: ...I see, well, I understand what you're saying, but I can't understand the reasoning behind it.
Violet: (As the next head of the Arberite family, I've been trained to do everything I can to conquer obstacles, and I've responded perfectly to everything...)
Violet: (...but...)
Violet: It's ironic that the first dream I ever had didn't go well...
R: Young lady...
[sound of doors opening]
Violet: Wh--!? Not you two...!
Cousin: Wow--! Violete-chan flopped--!?
Cousin 2: Flopped, flopped--! ...hey, what was it that you flopped at?
Cousin: Swimming in a pond (1)?
R: My my (2), little ladies! You are doing very well today too...
Violet: Ooh, my god...! I can't stand being sad!
Violet: I'm going out for fun!
R: Oh? Where to?
Violet: To Margaret's! Call for Lyria for me, please!
Location: inside the car
Lyria: Hey young lady~, aren't you being just a lil' rough with people today? It's my day off.
Violet: Weren't you just going for a drive anyway? It wouldn't hurt to take me to Margaret's.
Lyria: Yeah yeah... well, guess I should listen to what my employer says, even though I suck at driving!
Violet: (Margaret...word of mouth is that my childhood friend also failed the exam. Is there something we have in common? I hope that'll make me reflect...)
Lyria: ...*sigh*...
Lyria: Young lady, don't stay up too late, okay? It's dangerous and...it's for the sake of public safety.
Violet: Dully noted...
Location: Margaret's house
Margaret: I'm really in trouble, aren't I~...?
Margaret: I was hoping that, gosh...I thought this would help rebuild my wealthy family~...
Violet: Wasn't it your dream to perform as a Maika idol to rebuild your home?
Margaret: Well~...restoring the house and becoming a dancer are both dreams of mine~...
Violet: Well...yes, I see.
??? (Riddhe): Wo~ow....this is great! Awesome!
Violet: ...
???: Ooh, even better! Nice! The current head of the Arberite family and the former head of the Walpurgis family are having tea together!
Violet: Hey.
???: Ack, oh no, d--don't look this way! They like it when the shots are natural!
???: There we go! Nice~ nice~, now it looks great~!
Violet: Oooh my god--! That's enough!
Violet: Who is this person!?
Margaret: Lemme see...this is...Riddhe Chanpertier, a girl I recently became friends with~!
Riddhe: I'm Riddhe-cha~n! Nice to meet'cha~♪
Violet: Don't you "nice to meet'cha~" me!
Riddhe: Ooh, even your angry face looks great, heh!
Violet: That's because--...
Violet: STOP TAKING PICTUUUURES!!!
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1 = Cousin 1 simply said "ikechi" (Cousin: 池--) before getting interrupted. I'm not sure if they were going to say anything else or if that's all they were going to say, but rather than leaving it blank or simply saying "ikechi", I tried putting, well, something there ;;
2 = R went "ara, ara" in the original text, and I just needed to put that out there
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Scream: Ski Trip
I tried following the plot of scream (at least for the beginning) and there are spoilers, so I wouldn't recommend reading this if you haven't seen the movie. I also tried not to be super graphic writing this, but if you're sensitive to violence, mentions of murder, and mentions of sexual assault then I wouldn't read this story. I originally intended for it to be a Stu Macher x Reader x Billy Loomis story but it's kind of a slow burn and also
SPOILER ALERT
I didn't want the reader to forgive them for being literal murderers.
Also it takes a couple chapters for ghostface and (Y/N) to actually interact but I'm building it up so bare with me.
This is also posted on my wattpad (@ majaahu)
Prologue
Word count: 1,320
You woke with a start, sitting up in bed and gasping for breath. Beads of sweat dotted your forehead as your eyes darted around your bedroom, searching for some imagined threat that wasn’t there. You had been having the same nightmare over and over again for the past week: you were in a house you didn’t recognize, a room to be specific. You weren’t sure how you got there but you were panicked, searching the room for a way out. There were no windows, only a door who’s knob was shaking vigorously as if someone was trying to get in. Just before the door burst open and you saw who was on the other side, you always woke up. You mentioned this nightmare to your parents but they said it was probably just stress since semester finals were coming up.
Practically jogging up to the school, you spotted your friends, Sidney and Tatum on the sidewalk outside. “Hey guys!” You smiled cheerfully, walking up to them and shaking snowflakes out of your hair. They looked over at you, lacking the same enthusiasm. “What? Is there something on my face?”
“Oh god! You don’t know?” Tatum said, tucking a strand of short blonde hair behind her ear.
“Know what?”
“Casey Becker and Steve Forrest were killed last night.”
Sidney flinched as you stared at your friends in disbelief, the familiar feeling of dread creeping up in your stomach. “What?!”
“Yeah.” Tatum responded, “her parents found her hanging from a tree… insides on the outside.” You clapped a hand over your mouth, “I think I’m gonna be sick” you barely had the stomach for these things in the movies, much less in real life.
“Do they know who did it?” Sidney asked, also looking a little queasy.
“Fucking clueless.” Tatum said, “They’re interrogating the entire school.”
The three of you walked into the building, with a small sympathetic smile at them you split off and headed to your locker. Today was going to be a rough day.
Pulling your physics textbook from your locker, you heard a loud bang as a hand slammed into the locker next to you. “Fuck!” You gasped, whirling around to face a toothy grin and pair of baby blue eyes. “Not funny Stu!” You glared, shoving your textbook into your backpack. “Calm down nerd,” Stu said, tussling your hair “I’m just trying to lighten the mood. Everyone’s so depressed today.” “Can you blame them?” You looked up at him, whispering, “Casey and Steve were murdered!”
“Yeah, yeah… I better walk you to class the, you know, to protect you and all” he said, flexing his arm and winking at you. Walking down the hallway with Stu at your side, you headed towards your physics classroom. “You should try having some tact, you know. It couldn’t hurt.” Stu could be funny sometimes but you didn’t think he should be joking at a time like this when half the school was grieving. “Aw come on, (Y/N) don’t be mad at me, I was only messing with you.” He nudged your arm. “Yeah, whatever.” You said, splitting off from him and heading into class, not bothering to continue the conversation if he wasn’t going to take you seriously.
You spent the whole class thinking of Steve and Casey, you heard comments in the hall about how they had both been gutted and your stomach twisted. You couldn’t help but imagining the most gorey scenes featuring your two classmates. You were torn from your thoughts as you heard your teacher repeating you name. “Sorry, Mr. Bentley. I was distracted.” “It’s your turn,” he responded, nodding to the classroom door.
Your interview didn’t last long and you felt a little at ease with Tatum’s brother Dewey being there. They asked you if you knew Casey or Steve well and if you knew anyone who would want to hurt them, but that was it, no interrogation. You headed out to the courtyard, lunch in hand, though you weren’t sure if you’d be able to eat today with everything that was going on. You and your friends always ate in the courtyard, and despite the chill, you were glad for the fresh air. You sat down next to Billy and Sidney, Billy nodding at you. Tatum was rolling her eyes and calling Stu sexist. “Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out! Takes a man to do that.” “How do you gut someone?” Sidney said quietly as Billy draped an arm around her shoulder. Stu leaned in “you take a knife and slit from the groin to the sternum.” The group collectively rolled their eyes. “What?” Stu said defensively, putting his hands up, “she asked.”
“It’s called tact, you fuckrag.” Billy snarled at him. “That’s what I said…” you mumbled under your breath. Randy and Stu continued to make crass remarks while Billy yelled at them. “Hey, are you okay” Sidney said, reaching over Billy’s legs and poking you in the arm. “Yeah, just thinking about Casey and Steve… do they really think a student did it? I mean, who could do something like that, murder their own classmates like nothing? I feel sick just thinking about it.” You frowned as Sidney got up from her seat and moved to sit on the other side of you, giving you a small squeeze. You and Sidney had been best friends since childhood, and although this was maybe the worst moment of your life, you were happy to have her by your side. She always knew what to say to make you feel better.
Your attention snapped back to the conversation when Randy brought up Stu and Casey’s short lived relationship. “What are you saying? That I killed her or something?” “Stu was with me last night.” Tatum said, smiling at her beefy idiot boyfriend. Randy and Stu continued talking about the gross details of the murder, all while Stu and Tatum were engaged in some light PDA. You stepped away from the group, taking your stuff over to a neighboring bench and burning your head in your hands.
You felt a hand on your back as someone sat down next to you, “What’s the matter doll?” Billy said, offering you a small smile. “It just seems like nobody is taking this seriously, like people are excited or something!” You looked over at Randy and Stu, still cracking jokes. Stu said something about Liver and everyone rolled their eyes. You turned towards Billy, “I didn’t even know them but still… How’s Sidney holding up?” You couldn’t even imagine how your friend was feeling, worrying that this was bringing back some trauma for her. “She’s getting through it” Billy said, “and we’ll always be here for her right?” He said, guiding you back towards the group.
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Key: e/d = energy drink, h/l =, hair length, h/c = hair color, e/c = eye color, y/f/v/c = your favorite videogame character
Here's an extra long chapter! I had a lot of fun with this one lol
Link to prologue:
Link to ch.1
Chapter 2
y/n's pov
"Really? Okay that's great! So I'll be meeting him here and show him around the studio. Yeah, of course! No problem! Bye." *click* Well it seems today is my lucky day! I got an applicant for a roomie! Only problem is... it wasn't my potential roommate I talked too.
It was Mr. Shigaraki, the owner of a big corporate conglomerate of hospitals, labs, and warehouses. When I tell you this man is loaded, he is LOADED. Although I heard some rumors that he might be involved in human experimentation. But imagine my surprise when I found out his son would be my roomate if I gave him the okay! I'm actually quite a fan of his son, whenever I have free time I watch his streams. They are pretty entertaining, especially when he, Dabi, Spinner, Twice, and Toga play Overwatch together. I never knew some of those curse words even existed!
Well, I better go to bed early, I have the feeling I'm going to need a good rest. I head to my room and change into a t-shirt and panties, slip into my bed, and I feel Bingus curl up near my feet. And with that I slip into the land of unconsciousness.
~Time skip to the next day~
You woke up early and made sure everything was ready. You put on some casual clothes, a baggy black hoodie showing a kitten with a ramen bowl, and some skinny jeans. You cleaned up the apartment, stocked the cabinets with some snacks, got soda and energy drinks in the fridge, and made sure to organize your room. You organized your video games and consoles, and made sure some were charged.
By the time you finished you were kinda tired to you took an energy drink out of the fridge and took a couple of sips. Bingus stalks over and starts to scream at you. "Oh shit! I forgot to feed you! I'm sorry Bingy." You said. As you walked over to get his food he kept screaming at you. When you finally put the food in his bowl and gave him fresh water he finally stopped screaming at you. But not without making a 'mrrt' sound at you and turn around sassily going to his food. "Always gotta be such a drama queen Bingus I swear." You shake your head in amusement.
You check your phone an look at the time, "huh, he should be here in about 5 minutes." You mumble to yourself. You pet Bingus for awhile until you hear a knocking at your door. You are so nervous! 'Okay, be cool y/n, just treat him as a regular person.' You walk towards the door with your heart beating a mile a minute. You open the door and...
Tomura's pov:
Welp, time to meet my potential roomate I guess. I wore a baggy black hoodie, black pants, and my iconic red shoes. Kurogiri warps me in front of the apartment. I feel anxiety course through me. With a deep inhale and breathing out a sigh I put my fist to the wooden door and knock. I hear faint footsteps come closer and as the door opens I look down a bit to see a small female woman.
I examine her discreetly and notice she has shiny h/l h/c hair and she has big round e/c eyes. "Well, are you going to let me in or are you just gonna keep standing there?" I say. I see her jump a bit and she apologizes. "Whatever. You gonna show me the apartment or what?" I say annoyed. She let's me in and the first thing I see is a fluffy calico cat sitting on the island in the kitchen batting what seems to be a can of... e/d? She turns around just as the cat bats the can to the floor spilling the drink. I look at her and she looks both mortified and offended, it's pretty amusing, I smirk a little.
"Bingus! What. The. Fuck?! You little shit!" She says while she approaches the mess, picks the can up an puts it back down near the cat. I can see her give the cat an exasperated look, and when I looked at the cat I swear, if a cat could make a smug face with a shit eating grin, this cat would have it. I chuckle at the interaction, it was certainly not going to be boring here it seemed. The cat looked at me and started...screaming? How the fuck? "Bingus don't be rude to him he might be living here!" You tell the cat. The cat pauses and seems to examine me before screaming again then running away into what I assumed was y/n's room. Well. That was...something.
By the time he snapped out of his thoughts you had already cleaned up the mess and just chug the drink then throw it out. Okay so you definitely weren't like other girls, good, he gained some respect for you, but only a little. "Shall we continue our tour?" I nod my head. She shows me the common room, then the kitchen. We head into the next room and I look around. There's pencils, paint, some canvases, a desk, a lamp on the desk, some erasures, sketchpads, markers, you get the point. It was an art room. I walk towards a painting of a silhouette of a person on a hill sitting beneath a tree looking at the dark night sky with beautiful stars and constellations. "Wow, you made this?" I ask. She blushes embarrassed and says "Yeah... It's an important painting to me, because it's a painting of one of my memories, when I was living in the countryside." She looks off into the distance, seemingly recalling that specific memory.
She snaps out of it and asks "Shall we return to the tour? All I have left to show you are the bathrooms, my room, then what will be your room if you choose to room with me." She smiles softly and I nod my head. She shows me the bathroom in the hall and tells me that that is the only bathroom with a tub and shower, but our rooms have basic toiletries. She shows me to my possible room first. "Here is your room if you wanna be my roomate!" She says. I examine the room; dark red walls with white accents, a wooden floorboard and a basic queen sized bed, a bedside table, a dresser, desk, etc. This might not be so bad after all.
We head to our last stop, to be honest I expected something frillish and girly but to my pleasant surprise she had a pretty cool room. The walls were f/c with accessories such as a neon sign that says 'Fuck You', a poster of CORPSE, and another of y/f/v/c. Then I noticed the game consoles. "Wow you have a Nintendo 64? I haven't seen one of these in years!" I say impressed. That's when I realised that not only will I be rooming with a girl, that same girl is cute as fuck, likes energy drinks, and places video games! I never met a girl who played video games in real life besides Himiko, but she is like 4 years younger than me so I don't really count her. And y/n is pretty nice too. I wonder if she watches my streams? Fuck, that'd be pretty hot. I snap out of my inner thoughts by y/n asking me how the apartment is. I tell her I really like it and would be glad to room with her. She looked so happy when I said that, but blushed and went back to normal. We exchanged numbers and promised to keep in contact and agreed to me moving in here in about 4 days. I act all bored but really I can't wait to move in.
We part ways at the door and when she closed the door I texted Kurogiri to pick me up. Suddenly I'm really tired, having interactions with a stranger, a girl nonetheless really drained me. As I walk into the portal then step out into my room Kurogiri asks how it went. I gave him a short summary and when he was satisfied he left to tell father. I fall onto my bed and sigh. Y/n... huh. You are pretty interesting. I wonder how long it will take until you betray me...no, she wouldn't...right? I mean after all, she was really nice and inviting, she didn't seem to mind my scars, and her eyes lit up when we briefly talked about video games. My betrayal issues rise inside of me, making me anxious and wary. We will see, for now I'm too tired to think anymore. And with that as I get comfortable in my bed I fall asleep, thoughts of y/n swarming my mind.
#shigaraki tomura#shiggy#tomura shigaraki#shigaraki tomura x reader#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki x y/n#tomura shigaraki x reader#tomura-shigaraki-x-reader#my hero academia shigaraki#bnha tomura#boku no hero academia tomura#tomura x reader
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ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴜs シ ~ ғᴇᴍ!ᴅᴀᴍɪᴀɴᴇᴛᴛᴇ
~ shopping spree ~
pov change! and longer chapter!
here it is!!!!!! thank you for your patience :)
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prologue
chapters: one two three four five
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now playing➪
fantasy ~ bazzi
you should know
you can go where
you wanna go
i can take you there
wildest dreams, put some faith in me
take my hand to your fantasy
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delilah woke up in an even better mood than yesterday.
today was the day her and marinette were going shopping. something she never really did. she yawned, stretching.
delilah decided to look through instagram because she woke up a little earlier than normal.
the first person she saw on her feed was marinette from last sunday.
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mars.bars ootd!! did i get the another set shorts because of the cactus....? maybe 🌝🌚 but who's saying that?
delilah laughed remembering how exited when she found those shorts, she sent her a full paragraph of saying how great the shorts were.
speaking of the angel, she got a text message just as she was thinking about her.
'she is totally reading my mind, that's why she's just messing with my feelings.' delilah grinned.
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mousy🐭: get ready, sunshine, i'm gonna be there in 30 👹
sunshine☀️: firstly, what is that emoji, and secondly, okay.
mousy🐭: don't ask. and get ready!! or i'm going to go in your room and pick out your outfit!
mousy🐭: skirt or pants? wink wonk.
sunshine☀️: anything is fine. i- okay. see you soon mousy. you can still pick my outfit if you really want to.
mousy🐭: yay!
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delilah jumped when she heard knocking. she must've been to distracted by marinette to hear alfred.
"breakfast is in 30." he smiled, looking at his blushing granddaughter.
"marinette is coming pick me up to go shopping to decorate my room. is that okay? and she's going to be here in 30 minutes so can she eat breakfast? and-" delilah asked, scared he would say no.
"of course, ms. delilah. i'm sure the boys would love to see her again." he said with a smiled, turning around going to the door, "she is welcome anytime, even if she wants to sleep." he winked.
"alfred!" she whisper yelled, turning redder than a ladybug.
"okay, okay." alfred left the room with a smirk.
'that evil butler!' delilah cursed, 'i should text her."
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sunshine☀️: alfred said you can eat breakfast, if you want?
mousy🐭: hell yeah i'll eat alfred's breakfast! his cooking was so good last night his breakfast must be amazing!
sunshine☀️: it is. it truly is.
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delilah went take a shower, doing her normal routine. putting on a robe, the then hurd a knock, knowing it wasn't alfred because it wasn't his three, short sharp knocks.
so it could only be one person.
marinette.
sᴡɪᴛᴄʜ⌨︎︎
ᴍᴀʀɪɴᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴘᴏᴠ!
marinette wook up bursting with energy.
she gets to not only help delilah in picking room decor!
delilah, the girl that made marinette feel something she never felt before.
she knew she had a crush on the girl, i mean, it wasn't the same admired crush she had like adrien, but a simple 'i like you' and 'i want to get to know you more' crush.
'but she probably doesn't like me.' marinette sighed.
"mari! you obvious pice of cheese!" mullo squeaked, not only because she could tell that delilah had a crush on her, but because she was oblivious in general, "you need to get it out of your head! you can always be friends!"
marientte looked at the mouse kwami, "yeah! she can be my sister from another mister! isn't that the saying here?" she asked the last part to herself.
"you should text her about going," they said, flying over to get the cheese.
"yeah! great thinking mullo!"
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mousy🐭: get ready, sunshine, i'm gonna be there in 30 👹
sunshine☀️: firstly, what is that emoji, and secondly, okay.
mousy🐭: don't ask. and get ready!! or i'm going to go in your room and pick out your outfit!
mousy🐭: skirt or pants? wink wonk.
sunshine☀️: anything is fine. i- okay. see you soon mousy. you can still pick my outfit if you really want to.
mousy🐭: yay!
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marinette cackled like a mad woman, she was going to make herself match.
"i know that look!" mullo shouted across the room.
"we're going to match!" marinette said gleefully, squealing.
'hmmmm! ahah!'
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right before she was about to step into the shower, her phone went off.
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sunshine☀️: alfred said you can eat breakfast, if you want?
mousy🐭: hell yeah i'll eat alfred's breakfast! his cooking was so good last night his breakfast must be amazing!
sunshine☀️: it is. it truly is.
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"mullo! we're eating alfred's food again! go tell aunt harley and aunt pam!" marinette called, turning in the water.
"aye aye, captain!" mullo left the room, smile on their face.
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marinette pulled into the wayne driveway. walking up to the door.
"hello mr. alfred!" marientte waved to the older man, smiling happily, "i brought more croissants! it seemed the others liked them! and these are fresh!" she giggled.
"yes, they very much did. thank you, ms. marinette, we can have these at our breakfast." alfred took the box in gratitude, for he, too, enjoyed them.
"okay! i need to go to deliah's room! thanks mr. alfred!" she waved with a goofy grin and skipped of to delilah's room.
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she took the directions delilah gave her yesterday to get to her room.
"come in." she heard as she knocked on the door to delilah's room.
"okay! i brought some clothes! i may or may not have made them yesterday! but here!" marientte said, handing the bag over.
"thanks. i bet it's going to be amazing." delilah smiled, holding the bag.
once she went in and changed, she came out with a big smile on her face, not only because they were matching, but because it was comfortable, "it's amazing, mousy, i can see why it's high quality. him much is it?"
"it's on the house! after all, i wanted to do it!" marinette smiled at the taller girl.
"okay..." delilah was totally going to pay her back.
"go go go!" marinette cheered.
"okay, mousy." delilah smirked.
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delilah looked at the outfit with a blush. she didn't realize that she was going to be matching marinette, but, she wasn't mad.
"i look kinda... cute." she twirled in the mirror, "it's perfect."
"are you done yet?" marinette called, bouncing in excitement.
"yeah, i'm coming." she heard from the bathroom.
when delilah stepped out of the room.
it was almost as if nothing else in the world mattered. only delilah.
"you look good." marinette managed to breath out.
"thank you." delilah said, blushing a bit.
"anyway, i hear alfred's food calling my name!" marinette laughed, tugging delilah along.
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the food was amazing, as always, and marinette's fresh croissants were a big hit.
"bye! thanks for having me!" marinette waved goodbye to the wayne's, while dragging delilah.
delilah has gotten use to marinette pulling her around, if anything she kinda enjoy it.
"here, pick another song." marinette said, handing the phone over to her.
"okay." delilah didn't know what song to put on. then she remembered the song jason was playing the night before.
fantasy ~ bazzi
"you have good taste." marinette complemented delilah, who smiled in response, "wait! delilah, do you want to be in my outfit of the day post! becasue we match! if you want, of course."
delilah smiled over to the girl who was driving, "sure, angel, i would love to."
"yay!" she cheered, smiling at delilah, we can take it at target.
sᴡɪᴛᴄʜ⌨︎︎
ᴅᴇʟɪʟᴀʜ ᴘᴏᴠ!
"okay! ready?" marinette said, making her phone somehow stand in the car.
"yeah, i'm ready when you are."
"get ready!" the camera flashed and marinette ran to see the picture, "aww! it looks amazing!"
"yeah. it does." she smiled.
"it's posted! let's go." marinette gave a determined nod and laughed, delilah following behind.
she heard a ding from her phone and saw the poses she was @ in.
mars.bars | mari
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mars.bars look at my matching outfit with @d.wayne. thank you for posing in this! :)
delilah liked the post with a smile on her face.
"hey in the cart." marinette said seriously, looking delilah dead as she got into her eyes.
"why...?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.
marinette sighed, walking over to her with, "just do it, love, we are going to have fun!" she jumped up and down.
"yes ma'am." delilah got into the cart, smiling in confusion.
"ready? yeah? let's go!" she raced to the decoration section, laughing joyfully as she saw delilah smile.
"let's go on a shopping spree!" marinette yelled, only softly enough for delilah could here.
"yeah!" delilah cheered.
yeah, she could get use to this.
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chapter five: closed
next: chapter six
you wouldn't believe the shity day i had.
i'm sorry this didn't come sooner! i'm going to be gone for a few days so if i don't update, that's why!
do you guys like the longer chapters?
love you guys and stay happy! 😌
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I cannot believe I am just learning of a pending date enemies to lovers fic. You definitely should go for it, if you’re comfortable, because your work is fantastic and all content is good content, but especially if it comes from you haha
Awww, this is so sweet, thank you! Ironically, I am very comfortable with posting fic - I like the adrenaline surge and the feeling of putting your work out there the moment you finish it; the instant gratification is very sweet! I've had work published in more formal spaces, and the waiting game wears me out a lot - if I've got something written up that I intend to share, ideally I'd like it to see the light of day sooner rather than later, you know?
That said, the stakes feel different for this WIP? I really am in love with the world I'm trying to establish within this fic - all the dynamics are a little different from canon, but different in ways that I've tried to align with canon dynamics, so the characters still feel recognisable & true to themselves, and I'm hoping that, given the larger word count I'm aspiring to hit, I can play around with pacing in ways that I cannot do in shorter fic. When I say the stakes are different, I mean, like, I don't want to post until I have something solid enough that I know I can deliver, because I am not a longfic writer by nature, and for me, 40k is a commitment, though I know many writers who can hit that word count extremely easily - power to them!
All that said & done... yeah. Yes. I think it makes sense to post the prologue chapters, and I'm going to either do that right now, or a little later today - but definitely in the next few hours!! I probably won't post them both at once, but. we'll see. I need to figure out how I want to space this out.
I will probably go over my outline and my WIP, and try and split it into fragments and establish some kind of posting schedule. Left to my own devices, I anticipate taking like, 4 years over this fic, and I ... want to be done sooner, hahahaha. There's that post about "of course I read my own fic, I'm writing it for me" that I've seen making the rounds on this hellsite, and that's me with the date enemies to lovers WIP too - I began writing it because I wanted to read an AU like this sooo badly, and nobody had done it yet. So when all of you are like "we want to see it" - I relate to that sentiment so much!! I want to see it too. Which means kicking my own ass a little, and getting around to writing it, completing it, editing it AND posting it.
Rest assured though, it IS happening. Hopefully it's worth the wait and the anticipation! :'))
#anon#fic progress#i feel like i never REALLY spoke about this au very much#just mentioned it in passing a few times#and then some of you went 'hey ivy did we hear you right?'#and now we're all talking about this au together#it means a LOT that other people are invested or intrigued or curious#it reminds me a bit of back when i was posting datefics on ao3 before i made this tumblr#and people would have conversations with me in comments on the fics#idk how to explain this sentiment but like. we're all chilling#it's really nice to just come together over a shared interest#anyway. thank you!! <3
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Have you read any Knightfall fanfics? and if so, do they affect maybe the you write Cinder or give you a different point of view?
Well, I started shipping Knightfall after V7. I didn't know there was a fandom for it at all, I assumed there was none, and like now, I was making posts in my silly little corner. (I have already talked today about the subreddit and to a degree Tumblr exposure I had in RWBY fandom. RWBY was not ever the show I expected to meet my romance expectations either. Most of RWBY fandom is also very geared in the direction of friends-to-lovers, wearing flower crowns friendly, and coming from Reylo... there are Cinder fans on Tumblr who do not like Ben Solo, so I don't even fit in there).
So I came back to my plot bunny that I mused over in February 2020 and revisited it March this year and mapped out my fic in its near-entirety back in June, then of course posted the prologue in August. (Sorry I'm just tracing my personal timeline because I didn't know it had been that long). I came into awareness of Knightfall fanfic after I had already posted it. It seems like most of the plot-substantial Knightfall is actually on FFN, not AO3, and the last fanfic I seriously searched for on FFN was Twilight smut.
Oh yeah.
I didn't have that cross-platform exposure. Most of what I could see in the Tumblr tag was not serious, balls to the wall Knightfall, and most Knightfall I've seen on FFN doesn't fit my ship interpretation. I'm really glad that other people have found things to enjoy about the ship according to their tastes, but I'm not invested in V1-3 Knightfall, or for that matter, any sort of fanon interpretation that doesn't consider them more deeply. I'm not going to name names, but there are Knightfall fanfics which were impossible for me to get through at all because they were frankly misogynistic in their rendering of Cinder, so that put me off. I'm not talking about quality of the fic, but something I think that is... substantially bad, and I'm not sure the fic author would even really care for such a commentary from me (it’s not anybody who would be reading my blog anyway, for the record). But I do want to stress I prefer reading Cinder and Jaune, respectively, holistically.
I've also noticed that there are iterations of Jaune (true in the AO3 fics I've seen) that are little more than masculine, macho self-inserts, and all the power to you, but that's not why I ship it. If anything, his character interests me because his softness/hardness mirrors Cinder's. He is kind, and gentle, and then sometimes there's something inside there which is a little dark (and that's hot). But he's not perverse.
Again, I want to say... I'm glad other people find things to enjoy about it, but that's not where I come from. For me, my approach is also deeply rooted in:
monsters and maidens, enemies-to-lovers, lady villainesses up to no good, redemption arcs, and stories like poetry, they rhyme
and so I love the magical elements of the ship, I love the complexity, I love the persistence of compassion, I love the Wound of Love, I love Jaune's softness/hardness and Cinder's hardness/softness, and the way those elements interplay with each other... I hardcore ship post-V4 Knightfall. Hardcore. That's it, that's the catnip to me. Most of what I've seen is V1-3, and that's almost like a different ship entirely honestly.
It's interesting to see what other people choose to do with it, but I think we come from completely different angles. I would cast the assumption that I love RWBY for the fairytales (I got into the show through RVB, not anime-adjacent fandom) and the fandom that exists for Knightfall on FFN loves RWBY for the anime, which translates into the approach to the ship.
I love analysing this kind of thing, it fascinates me, especially because we're sort of the same... and completely different!
I hope it's clear that I support all fandom enthusiasm. I think it is clear though that my approach is quite different. I would not want to speak ill of other fic authors either, and they're committed to their own vision (as am I, and I understand that's potentially divisive).
Also, if you want to avoid multiship pairings on AO3, in the search bar in the bottom right-hand box, type in 'otp: true'. That will sort only fics tagged with the pairing you want. Thought that might be generally helpful advice, if we take anything away from this post.
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What we want, have and need - chapter 3
Notes: This is the third chapter of the of the Lawrusso and Sam/Robby long fic that I'm posting on AO3 and on Tumblr. You can read the next chapters on AO3 or the previous chapters on Tumblr (prologue; chapter 1; chapter 2) I hope you enjoy this!
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What never dies
Miguel and Hawk approach Sam, who is picking books up from her locker.
“Hey, Sasmy!”, Hawk slaps her shoulder slightly. “Wanna go to a party?”
“Where?”
“At the beach, today”, Miguel answers, fighting the instinct of hopping on his feet.
“Who’s coming?”
“The Cobras and everybody else who feels intimidated by Yasmine and her friends.”
“What are you two up to?”, the girl frowns up a little.
“The opposite of a VIP party.”
“Ok, you got me curious. I’ll be there.”
“Nice”, he shows a cute smile. “I’ll see you there, then.”
The boy walks away and the girl takes her seat right beside Robby, who finishes his breathing exercise.
“Is everything alright?”, his eyes are still shut.
“Yeah. Do you wanna go to a party today?”
“Whose party is this?”
She already imagines what he’ll say, but he said himself “it wouldn’t hurt to try”, didn’t he?
“Probably Miguel’s. And Hawk’s.”
Robby sighs. Sam definitely knows what’s coming.
“Nope, thanks. I think there’ll be a ‘no Miyagi-Dos allowed’ policy.”
“Ok”, she says, turning her eyes to her textbook. “If you wanna come, the invite is still on.”
“You’re a very nice girl, even though your friends are total idiots sometimes.”
“You’re my friend”, she smiles.
“And an idiot sometimes.”
This is it. Neither of them can fight the giggles any longer and they also don’t want to do it.
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The night is starting to fall above the Valley when the first teenagers arrive at the beach. They are laughing out loud and smuggled cans of cheap beer are passed to the eager hands. Someone found an old radio at home and brought it there – thank God a girl has an AUX cord on her bag.
The music is blaring when people start getting drunk. Some of them, who are still sobber, dance, flirt and chat.
Hawk takes off his shirt to show off the hawk tattoo to some excited girls. Aisha, Sam and Miguel lean over a rock to sip their beers and snacks and talk about their performances in class.
Actually, Aisha and Sam are listening to Miguel pitching about the new punch he’s learning and willing to use in the competition.
“I bet you couldn’t land it right on Hawk during a sparring session”, Aisha shrugs and looks to her phone.
“Of course I can!”, he protests.
“Then why don’t you try landing it on Sasmy here?”, the girl’s eyebrow goes up, attention fixed on the screen.
“Because Sasmy can either sue or kill me if I land it right”, he exchanges a look with the other lady, who is smirking.
A shiny new Range Hover parks a few meters away from them. A group jumps off it, packed up with blankets and booze.
Uh oh, Sam thinks, recognizing one of the faces. She slightly elbows Aisha, leading her to look at the new-comers.
“What are you doing here?”, Yasmine inquires, yelling like the spoiled brat she is, in the line of an imaginary Starbucks that is out of her favorite macchiato.
“We are… hanging out at the beach, can’t you see?”, Aisha explains, gesturing to the little crowd who is shouting a pop chorus.
“This is our party!”
“And…? We got here first”, Aisha shrugs.
Yasmine cries, making way to her newest friend: Tory Nichols. She struts up to Sam, looking right into her eyes. She has done this before, but this time, it’s ten times worse.
“You have to leave.”
“Why? The beach is a public area”, Sam answers, in the same tone used by Tory.
“If you don’t leave by yourselves, we’ll have to get you out”, Kyler says, showing up by Tory’s side.
“I’d like to see you try”, Miguel teases.
“Time to make sensei Kreese proud”, Kyler whispers with a grin on his face.
To Miguel, it doesn’t matter if Kyler is learning Karate now, he’s still the same bully who assaults people by shoving their shoulders, causing them to fall flat on their ass. So, he grabs Kyler’s jacket, pulling him closer and punching his face.
Kyler manages to break free, going for his throat. Soon, they are hitting each other – Miguel is clearly doing better than his opponent. Smirking, Tory joins the fight, going for Samantha’s hip with a spinning kick.
Aisha makes a screaming sound that Sam can’t understand. Tory’s next target is Sam’s cheek, but she uses her fist instead of her feet.
Sam goes down and Hawk comes close – his fangirls are way too scared to be around such an ugly scene.
Fists, feet and hands are thrown all around. Everyone in Tory’s gang – whose dojo’s name is The Fist, according to a badge on Yasmine’s purse – picks a target. Kyler sticks with Miguel. Yasmine decides she’ll fight Aisha. Hawk is picked by a generic troublemaker. Obviously, Sam is aimed by Tory Nichols herself.
The fight goes on with a classic and hard punch in the face. But Sam is quicker than Tory’s fist.
For the first time in three years, Sam is able to fight back. Johnny would be proud if he saw her fighting that hard.
Sam hears someone screaming, after a fabric tearing noise. Even though she can’t take a break to check it out, she knows it’s a girl. Judging by the voice pitch, it must be Yasmine.
After five strikes, Sam hits Tory in the chin with her right foot. Yeah, her hands may not be much, but her legs… they are powerful as hell. This is enough to make Tory back off. When her group sees her leaving, they immediately stand up and follow her, laughing as if they weren’t retreating.
Sam walks around to help her friends get up. She reaches a hand to lift Hawk. He grabs it, giving her some kind of strong, manly handshake.
“From now on”, Miguel says out loud, drawing the Cobras’ attention to his hurt person. “This will be a pack. We’ll stand up for us and watch each other’s backs”, he takes a deep breath, letting in as much air as possible. “COBRA KAI!”
They take a breath as well, getting ready to answer.
“NEVER DIES!”
Johnny would be proud of all his students.
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A little bit of makeup fools Daniel just right when she left on Saturday morning, but Johnny is way too experienced in teenage street fighting to close his eyes and play dumb when he sees his students walking in, trying to hide the limping legs and bruised arms.
“What the hell did you do?”
Miguel protests playfully, asking what makes him think that something happened. But again, they can’t fool Johnny. He has them sit around the tatami and stands in the center so he can have a better view of them.
“Huh… because Aisha is hiding her right arm, which happens to be her punching arm”, he moves on to the next kids, searching – and finding – their injuries. “Hawk didn’t show off his tattoo when he arrived and all of us know how proud Hawk is of that tattoo”, they all have to nod. “Bert is sitting on his right leg instead of the left. Probably because he has a nasty bruise that hurts when pressed”, he goes on, pointing at each one of the kids, until there are only two more left. “You, Diaz, always stand tall at every moment, but now it looks like you have your body attached to a screw”, the boy tries to sit straight, but it hurts a lot to do so, then he just resigns to his bad posture. “And Sasmy… has a terrible scratch on her cheek and I bet my car she has a more-than-fair share of bruises and injuries under this over-sized sweater.”
He stops to take a breath. The Cobras exchange guilty looks.
“So, who wanna start?”
Hawk places a hand on Sam’s shoulder blade – as soft as possible, because he knows the idiots took it hard on her –, quietly asking her to stand their case to the sensei. She takes a little look on the others, just to see if they agree to that. They do, mainly because they are aware that Sam has been Johnny’s favorite ever since she joined – not that Miguel is complaining, because now he can fool around in class as he pleases, since he has lower standards to meet.
She gets up and takes a step forward, focusing her eyes on Johnny, who braces himself for the up-coming storm of words. She goes on, ranting about how they were assaulted at the beach. The others keep watching Johnny’s face so they can tell Sam everything about it later.
He isn’t happy. Not at all. He’s proud of his children, because they managed to kick ass and weren’t afraid, however, before he can congratulate them, he has to ask them some responsible-and-concerned-adult standard questions.
“I mean, most of them were professional bullies even before they learned Karate, but when that bastard mentioned his sensei… Kreese, I think…”
Sam’s still talking, he can see her lips moving, but he can’t hear her voice anymore. He imagined Kreese had died after all those years. The fact that he’s alive and capable of teaching is both impressing and terrifying.
He wants to run away, screaming down the street, but all those young, determinate faces keep him where he is. He can’t afford to let them fall into that old man’s claws.
“Ok, so here’s what we’re going to do: we’ll train harder than we ever did and you are going to wipe the floor with their faces in the tournament”, the students cheer and the sensei grins at himself, picturing Kreese’s disappointed face when one of Johnny’s students gets the first-place trophy.
***
The doorbell rings. Sam doesn’t like the sound; it makes harder for her to listen her game’s sound effects. She kicks the pillows off the couch and goes to the door. Behind it, she finds Robby, holding his backpack on one hand and his skateboard on another.
“Surprise!”
“What are you doing here?”
“Your dad said that I’m welcome here anytime, so I thought: ‘Why not pay Sam a visit? Since we’re both alone home and hate this situation.’ Then, here I am.”
“Come on in, dork”, she smiles and lets him in.
He has all his homework in the backpack. They share the dining room table to do the assignments. When they are done, Robby wants to have cookies and milk for a snack.
“Geez. How old are you?”
“Today, I wanna be six. Tomorrow… I’m not sure yet”, he breaks a cookie in half and sticks one of them in his mouth.
Sam drags him to the couch and turns the TV back on. They argue over the remote control, but the issue ends when Robby suggests that they watch Stranger Things.
“Luckily for you, I love El.”
“She’s cool, but I prefer Dustin. You see, he’s a badass, a nerd and a leader, all in one.”
The episodes go on and they comment Steve’s evolution.
“A high school jock becomes a babysitter”, Robby imitates a reporter’s voice. “But he didn’t know that his hardest task wouldn’t be a hurt finger, but an outer-dimension monster. And also, he doesn’t get paid at the end of the day.”
“I won’t complain if he wants to retire at some point.”
“It would be nice if he went live in a cottage, just like Hopper!”
“And the kids would visit him all the time.”
Other theories pop up in their minds. They imagine whether Hopper and Joyce would get married – if they did, the family would host many reunions with the gang.
By the time the last episode ends, Robby and Sam lie down on the couch, as if they were going to take a nap. However, they are both wide awake, their minds are some miles away from their bodies.
Against her own will, Sam goes back to last Friday night, recalling all the pain she felt in her muscles. And, of course, it brings back Hawk’s sentence and hostility.
“Robby?”
“I just wanna say that it doesn’t matter what Demetri or Hawk do, I’ll always be your friend Sam” your Sam.
“And I’ll always will be your friend Robby”, your Robby.
He holds out his arms, inviting Sam to tuck inside them and that’s what she does after grabbing a blanket for them.
Just like the children they’re being today, they fall asleep on each other’s arms for a while.
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