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MC’s Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar

(Part 3! Starring Mini Mammon and Mini Asmo!)

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Underground Tomb special Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Part 4

MC names:

Lucifer’s kid=L!MC | Mammon’s kid=M!MC | Asmo’s kid=A!MC

Why did bad things happen to good people? Well... Lucifer being a good person is up to interpretation. He hadn’t done anything too heinous recently, his instruments of torture were collecting dust for goodness sake! So why oh why was he staring down two half demon children who looked suspiciously like two of his brothers?

The first kid to step forward was Mammon’s without a doubt, but their general demeanour was very different from their father’s. Perhaps their other parent had done a good job-

“What the fuck was that?!”

Never mind. The kid had Mammon’s pottymouth.

The other child surveyed the scene with a nervousness that their suspected parent never possessed. The kid’s gaze fell on Lucifer, their eyes began to glow ever so slightly. “Uh-um...” the kid cleared their throat. “Someone explain what’s going on!”

Was this child seriously trying to use manipulation powers on Lucifer? He almost laughed at the mere idea of someone trying. The child didn’t even seem to be aware that they were doing it. When their question was met with blank stares, they instantly shrank back and practically hid behind the first half demon. Despite the severe self-esteem difference, this kid was Asmodeus’.

Lucifer’s own child cleared their throat and smiled. “Welcome to the Devildom!”

The Uncle That Looks Like he Has his Shit Together but he Leaves the Reunion Drunk off his Rocker (Lucifer)

Ah shit here we go again-

Okay- okay. Normally he’d scold L!MC for taking Diavolo’s line, but Dia had recovered from his shock and was now gushing over the new exchange students like an excited puppy.

“Okay... L!MC you’re going to need to share your room.”

“What?! Why?!”

“Unless Belphie is willing to give up the attic as a nap spot-”

“OVER MY DEAD BODY!”

“You’re sharing your room.”

RAD was buzzing with gossip for the entire first month of the second attempt at the exchange program. The threats of being eaten were once again stamped out very quickly.

(Special thanks to L!MC for being a good bodyguard)

Now, Lucifer didn’t exactly know what to expect when it came to the child of his favourite brother. Mammon was a dumbass, but this kid... this kid...

Was smart.

For the first time in Lucifer’s very long life he felt compelled to place someone in a higher echelon than himself.

Mammon’s child managed to successfully budget that dumpster fire of a house. On the first fucking day. Not only that. This kid managed to skim FIVE THOUSAND GRIMM OFF THE TOP AND THE BUDGET STILL WORKED! WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT-

Lucifer and Mammon thanked whatever spirit was watching over them because they truly believed their financial woes were over.

Shame that M!MC also spent their money on dumb stuff they didn’t need. Like father like child.

It’s no secret that Lucifer does have a bit of a soft spot for Asmo, I mean, who doesn’t love Asmo? But A!MC was a blessing sent right from the Celestial Realm.

They were just... too sweet. Way too sweet. Lucifer was actively getting cavities just being near them.

Anyone who bothered A!MC and M!MC during the first month ended up getting... uh... suspended.

(We can assume the threat of suspension would have extended to those who bothered L!MC but all the lesser demons were already terrified of them.)

Normally when Lucifer called someone into his study it was to lecture them for at least four hours and then send them to their rooms, but he was having quite the difficult time actually being upset with M!MC and A!MC.

A!MC looked close to tears and M!MC just stared right back at Lucifer with little to no fear in their eyes.

“Starting a fight during the first week of school is not how I expected the exchange students to behave.” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, and prepared to continue the lecture, when he heard a sniffle. There wasn’t enough Demonus in the entire Devildom...

“I-I’m s—sorry...” A!MC sniffled, quickly wiping at their eyes. “Th-they were being r-really scary and we did-didn’t know what else to do...”

“So you threw them out of a window?”

“I threw them out of the window.” M!MC huffed. “They were bein’ a dick.”

“So you threw them out of a window?”

“That um...” A!MC mumbled. “That’s not all... I may have... told them to stick their head in a toilet first...”

“You made them stick their head in a toilet,” Lucifer turned to M!MC. “And then you threw them out of a window?”

“Yes.” M!MC and A!MC replied. Lucifer downed the rest of his glass of Demonus and debated whether or not it would be a show of weakness to slam his forehead into the desk in front of the children.

Lucifer looked between the two for a moment, then shook his head and sighed. “It’s my job to deal with threats to the exchange students, not yours.” Lucifer stood in front of the two, he rested his hands on their heads and gave them a quick pat, before knocking their heads together. “Next time someone bothers you, tell me. If I hear even a whisper of you two getting into another fight, I’m hanging you from the ceiling. Is that clear?”

A!MC and M!MC looked at each other, then back at Lucifer and nodded. “Yes sir!”

“Good.” Lucifer removed his hand from their heads. “Now shoo.”

Flying lessons for the two of them went way quicker than it did for L!MC, mainly because L!MC was a way better teacher.

As much as Lucifer loved his newly found niblings, he couldn’t show it too much. Outward softness was reserved for L!MC and L!MC only. M!MC and A!MC were stuck with silent acts of affection.

Every once and a while a little present or two would end up in M!MC or A!MC’s possession. Some ice cream money for M!MC when they blew their part of the budget on fancy sunglasses, a multiplayer video game that the three half-demons could play together, new shoes when A!MC accidentally ruined their’s...

He’s a good uncle. A scary uncle. But a good uncle. ^_^

(Don’t tell him I said that, I’m still in trouble for advertising Mammon’s escape Go Fund Me and I don’t want to have to write the rest of this HC hanging upside down.)

He’s Not Like the Other Dads, he’s a Cool Dad! (Mammon)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (Fear)

He’s a dad?! HE’S TO YOUNG TO BE A DAD! Hang on- he’s over five thousand years old...

Oh would you look at that! His kid pulled out a calculator.

...his annual income? Uh... why do you- HEY! WHAT’S WITH THAT FACE?!

M!MC puffed out their cheek as they continued to add the ever growing list of numbers into the calculator. Mammon was trying to get a peak at what they were calculating. M!MC suddenly looked up and practically lit up the room with their smile. Aw, their fangs were growing in!

They had a devilishly charming smile, just like their pop! A real chip off the old block! It almost brought a tear to Mammon’s eye and he actually felt compelled to give this kid all the money he had on him. Maybe even his Rolex too!

“Mammon, Avatar of Greed,” M!MC said sweetly. “My... dad.”

“Yep! That’s uh... that’s me!” Mammon awkwardly ruffled his kid’s hair, the kid laughed good naturedly.

M!MC’s sweet as honey smile flipped from elated to malicious in a manner of nanoseconds. “You owe over thirteen years of child support. Dad.”

Everyone say thank you to Lucifer and Diavolo for getting M!MC to compromise and not try and sue their father.

If you thought Mammon spoiled L!MC you’ve got another thing coming. Mammon’s wallet never stood a chance against his kid.

Poor Goldie, press F to pay respects.

Mammon also tried to teach A!MC and M!MC to drive, M!MC has no regard for their safety, the safety of others, or the laws of the road, buuuuuuuut they manage to get the car back with no dents and no property damage bills are being delivered to the house sooooo...

A!MC can drive fine... it’s just that they adhere to literally every law known to demonkind, which means neither Mammon or Asmo are allowed to open up the sunroof and do that movie thing where they pop their heads out and yell something. ITS NOT SAFE!

Our beloved dummy also tried to teach his kid how to play poker, with... limited success.

“Aw, come on kiddo.” Mammon smirked, flicking his kid on the nose. “Your poker face is awful, I can also see your cards from here.”

M!MC growled and held their cards closer to their face. “My poker face is fine!” It was in fact, not fine.

Mammon scratched his head and thought for a moment. Was he sure that this kid was his? I mean, they weren’t good at poker, had terrible luck in blackjack and roulette, and could barely understand the rules of craps. Craps! While he was lamenting the loss of possible gambling winnings, an idea hit Mammon at a thousand miles an hour.

“Hey kid, you’re damn good at math like your great and amazin’ father, have you ever thought about learnin’ how to count cards?”

Fancy outfits on, hair done (sorta), car ready, the two were off to the casino after quite the intense training montage. It appeared that casinos in the Devildom allowed children inside... Diavolo should really fix that.

“Okay M!MC, you remember what to do, right?”

“Yes. Remember the signal, and if someone catches on, deny deny deny.”

Mammon gave his kid a slap on the back. “Damn straight! You got this, bud.”

As the night dragged on, M!MC and Mammon had made their weight in money, paper money, they had made a SHIT ton is what I’m saying. Tragically, neither the Avatar of Greed or his child had any sense to leave before their luck crashed like the Stock Market in 1929.

They were both Icarus, and they were playing chicken with the sun... and by 3 am they were also playing chicken with security.

“GO GO GO!” Mammon shouted as he and M!MC sprinted towards the car, the night’s winnings in hand.

“I think I lost a shoe!” M!MC gasped as they scrambled into the car, security on their heels.

“I’ll buy you new shoes JUST PUT ON YOUR SEATBELT!”

Re-enacting every Fast and the Furious movie in twenty minutes was how that lovely night of father/child bonding should have ended... until they got home and realized they were locked out.

“The window to my room!” M!MC whispered, pointing up at their window. “It’s usually unlocked, we can climb up to get to it.”

“Good idea!”

M!MC tucked the bag full of their precious money under their arm and began the climb to their window, their father close behind. They had almost made it, they were so close, M!MC could literally touch the window-

The window swung open and the smiling faces of L!MC and A!MC greeted them.

“Oh my, it looks like we have some delinquents breaking curfew~.” L!MC cooed, resting their head on their hand.

“You shouldn’t be gambling this late! A-and your accessories don’t match!” A!MC huffed.

“Oi! L!MC, A!MC! What are ya doin’ up this late! It’s not good for ya!” Mammon whisper-yelled.

“My sleep schedule should be the least of your concerns right now, right A!MC?” L!MC elbowed A!MC, who nodded enthusiastically.

“Yep! Those who break curfew are hung from the ceiling by their toes.” A!MC shuddered.

M!MC rolled their eyes and stuck out their hand. “Come on L!MC! Let us in! You should listen to your older cousin!”

Upon hearing M!MC pull the older cousin card L!MC smiled deviously, grabbing both of M!MC’s hands. “Of course, dear cousin.” They leaned in. “Long live the king!”

L!MC shoved M!MC downward, Mammon caught them, but lost his own grip and they both lost hold of the money, which fell out of the bag and onto the ground like snow. Paper snow...

Oh well, at least Mammon and M!MC landed in some of the bushes...

“Ya know,” Mammon said as the money fell around them. “I’ve had dreams where this has happened.”

“Wow,” M!MC smiled. “Me too!”

Yep. This was his kid alright.

Not all his father/kid time revolved around money, it also revolved around both of them trying to avoid horror movie night without making it look like they were chickening out.

“Okay, I’ll fake a medical emergency!”

“Kid, no! They’ll never believe that!”

Since A!MC had their father’s eye for fashion and none of the judgemental comments, the kid became Mammon’s unofficial style coach.

“U-um... I hate to say it but those shoes don’t match with the rest of the outfit, the silhouette is confusing...”

“What’re ya talkin’ about? I look fantastic!”

“Are you blind? You look like a thrift store threw up on you.”

“Who invited you, Asmo?!”

“I’m here to support A!MC! You’re doing great by the way, sweetie!”

He may have cried a little when M!MC was able to fly without help... sniffle... they grow up so fast...

Oh- oh fuck they both crashed into the tree-

Oh My God he Actually Showed Up?! (Levi)

That... that couldn’t be real life! A shut-in’s worst nightmare! More people he needed to talk to!

Considering Mammon and Asmo’s track record with taking care of his things, Levi was incredibly hesitant to invite the two to binge anime with him and L!MC.

It seemed that the two normies inherited their fathers’s level of respect for closed doors. What I’m saying is the two crashed anime night.

“I have never seen such bullshit before.”

M!MC’s hands were stuffed in about five pairs of socks each, effectively turning their hands into useless nubs.

“You be quiet! This is to make sure that you don’t take any of my things and try and sell them on Akuzon!” Levi hissed, turning back to make sure his figurines were safe from the mini Mammon. A!MC was standing awkwardly next to L!MC, who was sitting in Levi’s gaming chair reading manga.

“So what are we going to watch..?” A!MC piped up. “I haven’t really watched much anime but I did watch Digimon...”

“I was more of a Beyblade kid.” M!MC hit their sock-stumps together to make a thumping noise.

Levi looked like he was ready to have a stroke. “L-listen! Those are gateway anime! You two need to watch proper anime! Non-dubbed anime!”

A!MC let out a shriek and stared at their reflection in a very shiny looking gundam figurine. “Have I been wearing off colour lip gloss the entire day?! O-oh no... I’m a mess!”

Levi let out a strangled wail and snatched the gundam out of A!MC’s hands. “D-don’t touch that! It’s worth more than a house!”

“It is?!” M!MC perked up and tried to wrestle their way out of their sock-gloves.

“Don’t make me stick you in a straight jacket...” Levi growled. He turned to L!MC with a pleading look on his face. “Please make them stop...”

L!MC grinned deviously and closed their book. “Of course I’ll help you, if we watch season two of The Promised Neverland.”

Levi shrieked and nearly pulled out his hair then and there. “It’s manga divergent! MANGA DIVERGENT! THEY SKIPPED SO MANY ARCS!”

M!MC and A!MC continued to wreak both purposeful and accidental havoc on Levi’s room, he was just about ready to summon Lotan then and there when L!MC shrugged.

“The ball’s in your court, Levi.” L!MC leaned back in the chair and resumed reading their manga.

Levi’s willpower shattered the moment he heard something fall off one of his cabinets. “WE CAN WATCH WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST MAKE THEM STOOOOOP!”

Quick as a flash, L!MC was out of the chair and had both M!MC and A!MC by the ears.

“HEY!” L!MC growled. “STOP ACTING LIKE IDIOTS OR SO HELP ME GRANDFATHER YOU TWO WON’T LIVE TO SEE GRADUATION!”

M!MC and A!MC became the most well behaved children in the Devildom after that... and L!MC and Levi got to watch their anime in peace.

Okay, Levi wasn’t heartless, he loved his lame normie niblings. They were just very very loud...

Though, M!MC was very good at finding merch for way lower prices... and A!MC actually really liked some of the anime they watched... Maybe they weren’t so bad.

M!MC’s attempts to budget that financial dumpster fire of an otaku was not going well, at least until M!MC convinced Lucifer to dangle concert tickets in front of Levi like a carrot on a stick until he agreed to do his best to stay within the monthly budget.

Levi had learned his lesson from L!MC’s flying lessons and steered clear of them, but luck was not on his side. The ONE time he willingly stepped outside of the house...

Both M!MC and A!MC crashed right into him.

The Uncle With the Cat You Never See and Aren’t Really Allowed to Pet. (Satan)

Oh fuck him sideways the house was going to be so much louder... Say goodbye to his quiet reading time...

On the bright side, the look of pure disbelief and exhaustion on Lucifer’s face gave Satan the biggest rush of serotonin he’d ever had in his life.

To be honest, he got on well with Asmo, and he... well it’s Mammon.

Could have been worse.

Could have been ANOTHER child of Lucifer.

“So... who do you think did it?” M!MC asked as the opening to the fourth episode of the murder documentary they were watching began. “I think it was the sister.”

“On what evidence do you make that assumption?” Satan asked.

M!MC shrugged. “Chick’s shifty.”

“I um... I think they disappeared on their own accord.” A!MC murmured. “I mean, so far it seemed the two’s home lives sucked...”

“Good theory.” Satan nodded to himself. “But both of you are wrong, it was very clearly the mother and the neighbour.”

“On what evidence do you make that assumption?” L!MC asked, imitating Satan’s voice. Detective Toe Beans was sprawled out on their lap.

Satan glowered at L!MC and leaned over to scratch Bean behind the ears. “The step-mother and neighbour are backing up each other’s alibis and they have a motive, access to a possible murder weapon, and a way of disposing of the corpses.”

L!MC rolled their eyes. “That’s a load of crap. It was just the step-mother. The mother had the motive, she and the father were on the outs, she wanted the father’s inheritance all to herself so she got rid of his kids.”

“How many more episodes of this are there?” M!MC asked. “This seems like a really dragged out way of just saying: I don’t know.”

“Sh! They’re explaining possible corpse disposal methods!” Satan hissed.

The four of them traded theories until the documentary series eventually ended with an unsatisfying ‘we dunno’.

“This is such shit...” M!MC muttered. “How have they managed to fill eight episodes with all these leads and evidence and the case is still unsolved?!”

“It’s because everyone involved was incompetent and stupid.” Satan sighed.

“You know,” L!MC smirked. “With all the true crime stuff the four of us watch, we could create the perfect crime.”

“We really could.” M!MC nodded in agreement.

“Using A!MC’s powers no one would suspect us...” Satan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“Uh...” A!MC shifted uncomfortably. “On an unrelated note... I’m going to go...”

As A!MC scampered out of the room, L!MC turned to Satan and M!MC.

“There’s always the one weak person in the group who’s not down with murder.”

“A sad truth.”

“Hang on I thought we were talking about theft or something-”

Satan and M!MC are surprising study buddies, hell, they even help Mammon study. Or... it’s more accurate to say that they try to help Mammon study.

A!MC is good company, they’re quiet when they read, unlike most people in the house who felt the need to provide commentary on every single event that occurs in the book.

After proving to be quite useless in L!MC’s flight lessons, he just reminded the two new half demons to wear protective padding.

The Hot Single Dad That’s In Every Romcom That Features a Child (Asmo)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (excitement)

Oh... his... father... HE WAS A DILF NOW-

He practically vaulted out of his seat to coo and fuss over his new found hellspawn, they were just SO CUTE!

Their wings were just like his! So adorable! Oh and those little horns! They were so cute Asmo just might have combusted then and there.

Of course, he couldn’t combust without finding out which of his flings had made such an adorably shy mini-him.

“Ah! I remember that party!” Asmo squee-ed as he looked at a picture of A!MC’s parent. “They looked so hot in that outfit I swear I was completely-”

“Asmodeus.” Lucifer grumbled. “That’s a child in front of you.”

“Oh! Right! Mind if I call your ren, A!MC?” Asmo asked, ruffling their kid’s hair. “I want to see if they remember me fondly!”

As Asmo chattered with A!MC’s parent about just how adorable and perfect their kid turned out, Asmo leaned over to A!MC to ask a question.

“A!MC, I know this is sudden but how do you feel about getting a sib-”

“ASMODEUS IF YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE I WILL FEED YOU TO CERBERUS!”

“Tsk. Rude.”

It’s safe to say Asmo adores his kid. I mean, they’re 50% him, how could he not.

He didn’t exactly have experience with the whole... being a big part of his kids’s life thing. Sure he held the unofficial record for most kids but that was because effective birth control hadn’t been invented at the time when he was allowed to run rampant in the human world, not because he was an A+ dad.

None of that mattered! He was going to be a 10/10 dad to A!MC!

They were so shy... so... mouse-like...

“Um... dad?” A!MC awkwardly twiddled there thumbs as they stood in the doorway to their father’s room. The sweet smell of whatever essential oil was being spread with the diffuser did next to nothing to calm the poor half-demon’s nerves.

Asmo popped his head out of his walk-in closet with a sparkling smile. “Yes, child of mine?”

“I um, just wanted to ask...” A!MC was desperately trying to stave off an oncoming stutter-spiral. “H-h-how- *ahem* how do- ugh...”

A!MC steeled their face and straightened their posture.

“How do I be confident like you?!” They blurted that out a little too loud for comfort, but Asmo’s near-immediate joy quashed any embarrassment A!MC was feeling.

“You want to be like little ol’ me?” Asmo gushed, clearly trying to hide just how flattered he was. “Well, of course you do! Your dad’s got your back. So first what we’re going to do-”

The Avatar of Lust had done the stereotypical early 2000s movie makeover many times before, but never with so much enthusiasm. His kid’s style was fine, it wasn’t a lack of pizazz either, it was the lack of confidence in the pizazz.

“Okay, now stand up straight.”

A!MC straightened their back as much as they could.

“Perfect! Chin up, shoulders back, and there you go!”

A!MC didn’t look too different on account that Asmo felt like their fashion sense was perfect, but dear not-old dad coached MC on a new walk, better posture, and Asmo filled their arms with about seven boxes of self-care supplies.

“What’s all this for?” A!MC asked, shifting the weight of the boxes slightly so they could actually see their dad.

“That, A!MC, is all the stuff you need to have confidence.” Asmo explained. “It’s not required of course, but it sure does help.”

“I’m not sure I follow...”

“Oh sweetie, it’s simple really. When you take care of yourself, you feel better, and when you feel better, you look better, and when you look better and feel better, your confidence skyrockets!” Asmo shifted some of the boxes A!MC was carrying around so they could stand up straighter and not be held down by the weight of the self-care arsenal. “Good posture stops your back from hurting, dressing decently helps you feel better about your appearance, as does taking care of your skin, aaaaaand all this will culminate in you being your best!”

A!MC still looked a bit skeptical, but they nodded anyway.

“Remember MC!” Asmo said as he led MC back to their room to help them sort their new stuff. “Confidence in yourself doesn’t happen overnight, so don’t let Mammon try and sell you a fix-all potion because it’s just boiled Gatorade.”

“O-okay- wait did you just say-”

“Yes, boiled Gatorade.” Asmo shuddered. “Let’s not talk about that.”

Dear uncle Asmo? A financial dumpster fire?! It’s more likely than you’d think.

Sure, Asmo’s got a job and makes his own money, but Geez Louise... one demon does not need that much hand cream! Or that many questionable Akuzon packages that everyone is too afraid to touch...

M!MC had their work cut out for them is what I’m trying to say.

Of course... once M!MC realized what a lost cause getting Asmo to stop with the obsessive bath bomb purchases was and a few too many insults were thrown at M!MC’s dear dad... some of Asmo’s things went uh... “missing”

But would you look at that! No one went over-budget!

Even though their dads have a fierce party related rivalry, A!MC and M!MC get along great. It’s very wholesome.

The Uncle That Helps You Pester Whoever is in Charge of the Food at the Family Reunion About Dessert (Beel)

Yay! More kids :)

Do you think any of them know how to cook? No? Okay... :(

Beel adores his new niblings with all his heart and soul, and Belphie’s out of the attic and is able to meet them with everyone else this time! Yay!

I didn’t mention this in the other parts- but Beel totally gave L!MC piggyback rides whenever they asked, but now that two more kids have arrived... it’s now a fight to be tall.

But yea- kids like uncle Beel. Strong contender for favourite uncle.

“Do you think this is right?” A!MC asked as they fiddled with the settings on the stovetop.

“No clue. Do we put the cheese on while the meat is cooking or do we wait until after?” M!MC asked, they flipped through multiple cheeseburger recipes on their DDD, their frustration growing. “Hang on- do we have a deep fryer?”

A!MC rummaged around the cupboards and shelves for a good fifteen minutes and came back empty handed. “No, but I’ve seen videos of people making fries without a deep fryer, I think we just need to heat up vegetable oil and drop the potatoes in.”

After setting up the make-shift deep fryer, the two cousins carefully dropped the first fry into the oil, then screamed like banshees when some oil splashed close to their hands.

“Did you get burned?!” M!MC asked, A!MC shook their head.

“No, you?”

“Nah...” M!MC eyed the oil warily. “We should do this one at a time to be safe...”

It was an awkward process, grab potato, place potato, scream, make sure no one is burned, repeat. As... decent as the process was, with both of them manning the deep fryer, no one was manning the patties that were now completely charred.

“What’s going on in here? It smells like Solomon’s cooking.” Beel poked his head into the kitchen and saw two very upset children and the world’s messiest kitchen.

“We’re failures. That’s all...” M!MC murmured.

“We wanted to make lunch for all of us and we ruined it...” A!MC added.

Beel’s heart was set to explode then and there- but his stomach growled. “You tried your best, don’t feel too bad. Let’s get cheeseburgers somewhere else with Belphie.”

M!MC and A!MC nodded enthusiastically as the three of them left the destroyed kitchen behind them.

After Beel had to sling a sleeping Belphie over his shoulder, the now four of them were halfway out the door before they heard L!MC scream bloody murder.

“YOU IDIOTS COME BACK HERE AND CLEAN THIS MESS UP RIGHT NOW!”

M!MC and A!MC made eye contact, then sprinted out the door. “CHEESEBURGERS FIRST!”

A!MC and M!MC probably go to all of Beel’s games like the little super fans they are. Beel is very grateful for the support! :D

Flying lessons? Nnnnnot again. He’s here for moral support and moral support only. And to catch the two babs when they inevitably fall.

The Uncle Who Was Like... Really Racist the Last Time You Saw Him But He’s Not Anymore (Belphie)

So he uh... he didn’t try and kill these two. That already gave the two newbies a better first impression than what he gave to L!MC.

The Anti Lucifer league ALSO grew, just by one member though. A!MC was very easily persuaded to snitch on whatever prank the group concocted.

The attic nap club gained two new members, but Belphie still had to deal with wings hitting him in the face and waking him up. He’d usually return the favour with a swat from his tail.

“M!MC I swear I will throw you out of the window if you kick me again.” Belphie murmured, mashing his face into his pillow.

“Mmmph.” M!MC threw a pillow in Belphie’s direction.

“Quit whining, Belphie.” L!MC huffed. “You’re doing better than me.”

A!MC had attached themselves to L!MC like a sloth to a tree and would not let go or stop drooling. Ah schadenfreude, the best feeling in the galaxy...

“Stop with that look.” L!MC hissed, Belphie snickered. “I’m telling you to quit it because you’ll wake up Beel, and Beel is solving your M!MC problem.”

Belphie turned to see Beel practically crush M!MC into a bone breaking hug in his sleep.

“Should we do something about that?” L!MC yawned.

Belphie smirked his little douchebag smirk. “Eh, let them stew for a few more minutes.”

“Help me...” M!MC rasped.

Out of the three, A!MC is probably the best nap buddy, they bring in their own pillows and don’t hog the blankets.

Belphie is once again at the forefront for taking videos of the flying lessons, at least till M!MC accidentally broke Belphie’s DDD.

Just a friendly reminder, the sleepy cow man would kill for these kids.

Look at them funny and no one will find your body.

Okay! That’s part 3 done! I had to cut Belphie’s and Satan’s short because of post limit stuff, but the stuff with the side characters is coming soon! Also, Mammon would like me to inform all those who donated to his Go Fund Me that you will NOT be getting your money back, he has a kid to deck out in full Gucci now, he needs the cash!

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hoebii · 4 years ago

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Soft

Prompt : person A touching Person B's face and telling them that their face is really soft.

Pairing : Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Crack, Established Relationship!Au

Rating : G

Warning : Jin. thats it. Jin is mess.

Wc : 853

A/N : I realised I didn’t have enough Jin fluff and I was feeling like writing a Jin fic so here it is :D Just a quick little drabble for our Mr. Worldwide Handsome Mess. Hope you guys like this! As usual, feedback is always appreciated~<3 Ps- If any of you can figure which book I quoted on the drabble I will love you forever 😩

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Jin had been staring at you for the past five minutes. You were pretty sure he hadn’t blinked once and you were getting both weirded out and worried for him. Deciding to not to pay too much attention, you opted to rather get lost in the book you had been reading.

The first two testles exploded into flame, sparks and timber plummeting into the gorge below. The big gun fired again. With a groan, the trestles collapsed completely. If the Fjerdans wanted to cross the gorge, they were going to have to-

“Augh! I can’t take this anymore!” Jin suddenly exclaimed, making you drop the hard cover book in fright.

“Jin, what the hell?! That hurt,” you whimpered in pain, caressing your thigh where a red mark had already bloomed.

“Aish, I’m sorry for startling you, jagi,” Jin cooed, rubbing your thigh in sympathy.

Moving away, you glared at him, “What’s up with you anyway? You’ve been staring at me for the past… whatever minutes that have passed.”

He seemed shocked at being caught, having the decency to look a little embarrassed. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, his ears turning red.

“No no, it must be something very important if it had you staring for so long.”

“Ah, well,” he stuttered, moving around his spot on the couch nervously, “Iwantedtotouchyourcheekscauseitlookssoft.”

A beat of silence passed before, “Heh? Come again for Y/N-ie?”

“Waah Y/N!” Jin whined, pushing you away while doing so.

Falling off the couch onto the carpeted floor you looked at him incredulously, “Okay first, OW WHAT THE HECK. Second, what is wrong with you today my good fellow and Third! Seriously, what is wrong with you? I didn’t understand a SINGLE thing from that sentence.”

Helping you up onto the couch again, he pulled you onto his lap, holding you close, “I’m sorry! Does it hurt a lot? Aah I’m a mess today.”

Chuckling, you run your fingers through his soft hair, placing a kiss on his head, “You’re always a mess, babe.”

Jin only grumbled as he hid his face in your neck, making you laugh from the way his soft hair brushed against the skin - the ticklish sensation making you move away.

“Come on, bub,” you started, grabbing his face and tilting it so he was facing you, “what’s up?”

You could feel the way his face kept getting warmer, the longer he stared into your eyes, as if looking for something.

Finally, with a resigned sigh, he spoke, “I wanna touch your cheeks, they look really soft. Hoseok’s always gushing about how squishy and soft Jimin’s cheeks are and now I wanna know if yours are as soft as they look...”

Not being able to help yourself, you snorted. Slapping a hand over your mouth to keep your laughter at bay but failing, making Jin pout even more.

Clearing your throat, you tried not to burst into laughter again as you grabbed one of his hands, “Honey we’ve been dating for years now, why’re you being shy about something like how soft my cheeks may be?”

“W-well! I never really paid much attention to how soft or hard your cheeks may be!”

“Great wording.”

“You know what I mean!”

Pretending to think, you tap your chin, “Do I, Jin? Do I really?”

“Yaah! Stop teasing me,” Jin whined again, his voice raising a few octaves.

“That’s what you said last night.”

“Oh my god, you’re insufferable.”

“But you still love me,” you sang, laughing at the exasperated man.

Taking pity, you raised the hand you had grabbed up to your face before, “Poke it.”

“Are you sure?” he whispered, eyes staring at your cheeks as if they’re made of delicate china.

“Yes you dummy, go on,” you urged, rolling your eyes at how he was acting though your smile never left.

As if mentally preparing himself, Jin straightened his posture before pushing his finger against your cheek. Slowly he kept pushing, watching with fascination as his finger seemed to disappear into the never ending squish that was your cheek. When his finger finally touched your cheek bone, he retracted his hand, looking at you with wide eyes.

“So? Are they soft?” You asked, smiling in endearment at how cute he looked with wide eyes and gaping mouth.

“Soft? SOFT?!” Jin started, “They’re the softest thing I’ve ever felt in my life! Oh my god, it was like a fluffy adventure. Your cheeks are softer than my RJ plushie!”

“Thank... You?” you said, raising an eyebrow at his reaction. You were told before that you had soft cheeks but you didn’t think it was that soft.

Gently pushing you off his lap, he jumped up from the couch and grabbed his phone.

“Where are you going?” you asked in surprise.

“I need to call everyone and tell them about this! This can’t wait,” he explained, leaving to call his members after placing a kiss on your lips.

You sat there trying to process what just happened before breaking into giggles, grabbing your book to resume reading.

“I’m dating a child.”

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sweetyyhippyy · 4 years ago

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Part of You. Spencer Reid x OC! Character. Chapter 13.

Chapter 13: Planning

Summary: Bridgett freaks out and panics when she waits on the results of a very important test. She forgets about it and Spencer finds it. Planning for their future ensues.

TW: Mentions of pregnancy, language, slight mention of injury and blood, dirty talk, talk of breeding, fingering, orgasm denial (non intentional).

Word Count: 2.9k

A.N.: Guess who almost forgot to post today? 😳 This is chapter 10 Spencer as well! Next chapter out on Saturday!

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Bridgett sits on the edge of her bathtub, picking at the hangnail on her thumb, her leg bouncing up and down quickly as she waits for the timer to go off. Bridgett was now officially almost 7 weeks late, and now she was starting to panic. Spencer and her hadn’t been extremely cautious the entirety of their relationship, even the night in Idaho they weren’t careful, but they were careful enough to not be worried about the outcome. She looks at the timer on her phone, how the hell had it only been 30 seconds?

How am I going to tell Spencer? How am I going to tell the team? Can I even still work if I’m pregnant? JJ worked. Just not in the field. Do I still even want to work after I have the baby? What am I going to name the baby? Is it going to look like me, or Spencer? What if I have twins? Nana Rosie is a twin. Twins run in the family. Am I going to let my family see the baby? Am I going to tell my family I’m having a baby? Why did you let him cum in you, you idiot?!

“Bridgett?” Spencer’s voice echoes through her apartment.

“I-uh-I’m in the bathroom. Hold on!” She yells back, grabbing the test and throwing it in one of the drawers in the sink.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Bridgett flips the sink handle on quickly to drown out the sound of her panic.

Well you gave him the key! Of course he’s going to come over unannounced, you dummy.

“Okay, you’re fine. Relax. Just don’t mention the fact you might have his child growing inside you!” Bridgett whisper yells to herself in the mirror. She wets the rag hanging up on the wall and presses it against her face, taking deep breaths before drying her face and shutting the water off and heading out to see her boyfriend. Bridgett can hear him fiddling around in the kitchen, one of the pans falling to the floor loudly, Spencer cussing to himself. Bridgett laughs, making him turn around.

“Hi.” He smiles innocently, picking the pan up off the floor and putting it in her sink.

Bridgett smiles, leaning up to kiss him. “Hi my love. Whatcha doing?”

“Well, I wanted to make you dinner since tomorrow is a special day and we have work tomorrow. And these… are for you.” Spencer pulls a bouquet of flowers out from behind his back, trying to play it off as a magic trick but he really pulled them off the counter behind him. But Bridgett wasn’t going to let him know she knew his secret.

“Aww, thank you baby. They’re very pretty.” She gushes, kissing him twice. “Can you hand me the tall vase up there above your head?”

“I should tell you, one of the flowers is fake. I also have this card for you.” He says, pulling the card out of his satchel.

It was a homemade card, cut in the shape of a heart. She pouted her lip out exaggerated, making puppy dog eyes at him. It could have been the possible pregnancy hormones, or the fact that her boyfriend was the sweetest person on the face of this earth, but she could have cried right then.

“You gotta read it too.” Spencer says, beaming down at her.

Bridgett opens the card, a short message written on the inside.

“My love for you will last until the final flower dies. I will forever be grateful that I have you and have the pleasure of loving you. -Spencer”

Bridgett melts into his arms, nuzzling into his chest. “I love you so much, Spence.”

“I love you too.” He responds, pressing a kiss to her head. “I’m going to make a little surprise first for you in the kitchen, why don’t you go take a nap, because you need to not be anywhere in there.” Spencer says, gripping her shoulders and turning her around toward her room.

“Are you kicking me out of my own kitchen?” Bridgett laughs at Spencer herding her out of the room and into her room.

“Take a nap, and I’ll come join you in about an hour.”

“Okay.” She responds, kissing his lips lightly. “Just don’t burn my kitchen down.”

Spencer rolls his eyes teasingly and shuts the door behind him. Bridgett kicks her shorts off and climbs into bed, snuggling underneath her sheets.

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“Bridge?... Bridge?... Bridgy?” Spencer calls her name, softly shaking her shoulder. Bridgett finally jumps awake, her eyes wide as she looks at Spencer. Once she registers that it was Spencer she lays her head back down on the pillow.

“Hmm?”

“Do you uh… have band aids? I had an incident.”

Bridgett lifts her head to look at where his wound was but Spencer hid his hands behind his back where she couldn’t see.

“In my bathroom. First drawer on your left. Are you bleeding to death?”

“No! I’m…” Spencer stops mid sentence, his voice tapering off.

Bridgett waits for him to finish his thought but the room falls silent again.

“Spence?” Bridgett calls out, lifting her head again. The door to her bedroom was still open but she could see the light to her bathroom reflecting under the door. “Spence? Did you find them?” She asks again, kicking the sheets off and crawling out of bed . Bridgett pushes the door open and sees Spencer still standing in her bathroom, his back turned away from her.

“Spence? Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself that bad?”

Spencer turns around, the blue and white stick in his hand.

Shit.

“Shit.” Bridgett sighs, gnawing at her bottom lip.

“Are you… are you pregnant?” Spencer asks, looking back at the test.

“I don’t know… I took the test and was waiting and then I heard you come in so I threw it in the drawer and forgot about it.”

“Do you think you are?”

Bridgett shrugs her shoulders, “I’m late. I didn’t get my period last month and I was supposed to get it a week and a half ago and it never came so I just wanted to see. It could be a lot of reasons why I’m late but me being pregnant could be a big reason. We’ve never been careful, and I’ve been lax on my birth control.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re late sooner? Tell me you were going to take a test?”

“Because why worry you unless it’s real? I don’t think having a baby is something both of us really want… at least not right now. Right?”

“I always figured if you got pregnant, then it just happened and you would decide what you wanted to do from there, if not then we would just wait until we were ready.”

“Are the results still on there?” Bridgett asks, walking up to Spencer. He shows her the test, the screen reading.

Inconclusive

“Damn it. I’m going to have to take another one.”

“Do you want me to run to the store and get you another test?” Spencer questions, throwing the stick in the trash.

“No, the box comes with two. I didn’t take the other one. I can actually do it now.” Bridgett says, grabbing the extra test and opening the wrapper around it. Spencer stayed in place, watching her.

“Spence… I would rather you not watch me please.”

“Right, sorry.” He awkwardly replies, exiting the room.

Spencer paces around the living room waiting for Bridgett to be done. His head was swimming with “What if’s”. And maybe he was a little excited to possibly be a dad, it might not have been when he wanted, but he’s always heard people say “You’re never fully ready to be a parent.” And maybe they weren’t ready but they would figure it out together.

“Okay we have to wait 3 minutes.” Bridgett says, walking into the living room to see Spencer still pacing. “You’re nervous.”

“Ye-yeah a little bit. Aren’t you?”

Bridgett sits on the couch crisscross, patting the spot next to her. Spencer joins her on the couch, putting his hands on top of hers that were shaking a little bit.

“Yeah of course I am. This definitely wasn’t in our plans but if I’m pregnant… then we’re going to be parents.” She laughs a little bit. “And I’m kind of excited to possibly raise a baby with you.”

“Yeah, I am too.” Spencer says, kissing the back of her hand. “And I hope they look like you.”

Maybe being possibly pregnant wasn’t absolutely horrible. Sure Spencer was scared, but he was taking it a lot easier than Bridgett thought he was. There was no doubt that Spencer was going to be the world’s best dad, especially since his own father wasn’t there.

“Since when has 3 minutes felt like 3 hours?” Spencer complains.

“This is my second time waiting, trust me I know the feeling.”

The pair sat together trying to find anything to talk about to distract them from how slow time was actually moving. But everything that they talked about somehow led back to Bridgett potentially being pregnant.

Finally the timer that Bridgett had set went off, both Spencer and Bridgett getting up from the couch together and walking to the bathroom. Bridgett walks in by herself, picking up the plastic stick and looking at the digital screen. Bridgett bit her bottom lip to avoid making the face she wanted to make.

Disappointed.

Bridgett looks over at Spencer, handing him the test with a sad look on her face.

“No?” Spencer questions, taking it from her and looking for himself.

“No. I guess my body is stressed out and that’s why I’m late. But I’m not pregnant.” She responds, a hint of disappointment in her tone.

Spencer kisses her shoulder, trying to make her feel better.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know it was a scary thought at first, but then once we started talking about it, the thought of having a baby with you sounded perfect.”

“Maybe we should talk some more about it.” Bridgett says matter of factly.

“Yeah? You want to start a family?” Spencer asks, trying to suppress a smile from creeping across his face.

“Come lay down with me in bed and we can talk about it.”

Both of them walk out into her bedroom, Spencer crawling in first and Bridgett laying right on top of him, laying her head on his chest and Spencer’s fingers playing with her hair instantly.

“So, you’re serious about wanting a baby with me?” Spencer asks after a few seconds of silence.

“Yeah, if I wasn’t serious I wouldn’t continue having unprotected sex with you. We’ve been together for 5 years, you know minus me leaving for a year and then you know you were involved with someone else when I came back. You’ve been a part of my life for 8 years and I would like to think it’s time to maybe be a ‘conventional’ couple and have a baby… or two.”

“Or two? Let’s get past the first one and then we’ll talk about a second one.”

“Maybe we should try for… hmmm 6.” Bridgett jokes, turning onto her belly to see her boyfriend's reaction.

Spencer gives off a fake laugh, rolling his head against the pillow under him. “I don’t think so. We can talk about having…” Spencer pauses, thinking before he answers. “Three. Maybe 4. 4 might take some convincing.”’

“I think both you and I know I can be very good at convincing.” Bridgett says with a playful smile on her face. She sits up on her knees, pulling Spencer up to sit up against her headboard, he licks his lips as Bridgett climbs in his lap, smirking at him as she settles into him, rubbing his face.

“You think you have me wrapped around your finger don’t you, pretty girl?”

“Ask the team, they’ll confirm you are. It’s not a bad thing. I like that you’d do anything to make me happy. Because I’d do the same.”

Spencer kisses her lips softly, careful not to make any sudden moves that would lead to the multiple rounds of sex they were going to have anyways.

“You do a lot to make me happy, Bridgy. You didn’t complain about going to the Edgar Allen Poe puppet theater with me even though I know you didn’t want to go. Or any of the lectures you’ve gone with me to. All the Doctor Who episodes you’ve sat through.”

“I want to make your nerdy brain happy.” Bridgett smiles, kissing him again, wrapping her arms around his neck and moaning into his mouth. She quickly pulls back from the kiss.

“You know I mean ‘nerdy’ in the most loving way possible, right?”

Spencer laughs, squeezing her cheeks in his hands, making her look like a little chipmunk. “Yes I know.”

Bridgett nods her head, going back in for a kiss. It wasn’t long before both of them were shirtless and needy for each other, Spencer nipping at the skin on her exposed chest when Bridgett pulls back from the kiss for air, which makes her whine.

“Are you trying to make a baby tonight?” Bridgett jokes, feeling Spencer’s soft touch on her shoulder blade while he sucks the light tan skin of her collarbone. Bridgett gasps, feeling him lick the bruise he was making.

“Why not? We could try for a Halloween baby.” He whispers in her ear. “We both love Halloween.” Spencer’s fingers slipping underneath her underwear and diving right into her soaking wet middle.

Bridgett’s head falls back a sigh of relief echoing in the room, feeling his fingers slip inside her. “Sounds like a plan.” She responds, drowning everything else going on in her mind out and focusing on the pleasure her boyfriend was giving her.

“Lay down right here in between my legs.” Spencer says, assisting Bridgett down onto her back. She rests her legs on both sides of Spencer’s upper thighs, open to him, but a fabric barrier standing between what Spencer was craving. He pulls the waistband down her hips, Bridgett lifting her butt up to get them all the way off.

“So pretty.” Spencer says low, massaging both sides of her inner thighs. Bridgett watches Spencer’s face as he studies her body; every curve she has, the stretch marks she was still insecure about, the cute moles scattered throughout her stomach. He gives his middle and ring finger a coating of spit then slides his fingers back inside her. Spencer loved being able to see her full body reaction to his touch. She massaged her nipples as he played with the wetness, moaning softly.

“I love you, Spence.”

Spencer looks over at her angelic face, her brown eyes were half open but were focused on him.

“I love you too. Just think, in a few months we’re going to have proof of our love. You want me to put a baby in you?”

Bridgett didn’t know what it was, but hearing Spencer ask if he wanted her to put a baby in her made her clench around his fingers. It turned her on to hear him want to take their relationship to the next level.

“Yes. I want you to put a baby in me, Spence. I want to have your baby.”

His fingers continued to thrust in and out of her dripping core, trying to quickly coax an orgasm out of her before fucking her. Bridgett stared at him, the best she could, as he fingered her. She almost wanted to take a picture of the way his mouth was parted, his tongue licking his lips every so often which made his lips look so plump and kissable. Spencer could tell when she was close every single time by the way her body tensed, and her walls got more slick, and this time was no different.

“Oh shit.” He cusses, pulling his fingers out of her quickly, making Bridgett whine loudly and desperately. Spencer awkwardly gets out of bed and runs out of the room.

Bridgett rolls onto her stomach, laying flat against her mattress, annoyed that she was denied her orgasm seconds before overcoming her. A few minutes pass and Spencer comes back in quietly, laying his head against the small of her back, kissing her bare skin.

“I’m mad at you.” She mumbles, her face still buried in the mattress. “I was so close.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I was so distracted that I forgot about the cake I was making you in the oven… it’s kinda good I remembered because I didn’t burn it.”

“I would have rather you let me cum.” She mutters, still not looking at Spencer.

Spencer snorts, wrapping his arms around her body, placing kisses on her back. “Can I at least show it to you before you stay mad at me?”

Bridgett turns her head to look at her boyfriend, narrowing her eyes at him before turning back over and getting out of bed, throwing her T-shirt back on and slipping her underwear back on. Spencer looks at her, proud of his work. Bridgett looks at the cake pan that was in the shape of a heart, the closer she looks at the cake she noticed it was a giant cookie.

“Awww you made me a cookie cake?”

“Yeah, I know you’re not a huge fan of birthday cake and you like cookies better so I made this.” Spencer looked like a toddler who was showing off their drawing they made.

Bridgett grabs Spencer’s cheek and kisses him sweetly. “I love you, so, so much. Why are you so perfect?”

Spencer kisses her forehead twice, “I love you too. I still have some stuff to do to finish it, but I need to finish something else first.” He says, pulling her arm to bring her closer.

“And what would that be?”

“I think you know. Baby time.”

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retvenkos · 3 years ago

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okay, i know that we established the fact that i once shipped u with our unproblematic king, steph(v)en meeks, but let's completely scratch this thought out of our heads, and we're actually missing the huge picture is that you'd be an absolute adorable couple with neil perry. actually, in all honesty, you'd be compatible with every poet, bestie! but.

neil & u would have a golden retriever boyfriend x girlboss duo, who's power would be UNMATCHED

obviously, i feel like in whatever au of whomever you end up with you and charlie are the reluctant family friends!!

and i think it's a given that neil would catch feelings first. i don't make the rules!

charlie would then push neil to talk to you at joint school party's (u can't tell me that henley hall and helton don't do school events together)

at first you're like 'ugh, charles, wtf do u want' and out pops neil like that one part where miss jenn welcomes mr mazarra to supervise the kids in s2, like a puppy dog

poor boy is so eager to talk to you, since he's seen you around town, and u did tech for midsummer (yeah, neil's alive in this au for my sanity and yours)

he ends up following you for the rest of the night and u both end up watching the party from the school staircase, talking about everything and anything

eventually you start hanging out with the poets, and obviously have clara, linds, and i come as moral support for hanging out w/ teenage boys

you both grow super close, and during the spring show rehearsals (it's singing in the rain, because we all need neil perry as cosmo brown in our lives) at henley he's actually glued to your side, and when you're backstage, he's practically always staring off into the wings and the director gets vvv annoyed!!!

but you're probably the teacher's fave out of the techies, so u get a pass for constantly finding excuses for hanging out with neil during rehearsals

mr keating eventually meets you, and gives neil the biggest pep talk for asking you out, which neil swears he was "planning" on doing. (no he wasn't)

that doesn't work, so eventually todd says something to him.

nobody can tell u what he said exactly, all the boys know is that there was a lot of muffled yelling and unearthly screeching

todd is your #1 fan btw, u writers have to stick together, right?

cameron, is the boy that tells u neil likes u before neil actually does

don't yell at me!!! but i feel like you and cam would be besties, and cam telling u is the most affectionate thing ever (i'm a cameron apologist. just. remember that cameron actually really liked neil.)

u don't say anything, or get to, because afterwards cam simply! runs away?? laivgbiagvirau

leaving you actually clueless

so after that turn of events, cameron's a big dummy and goes up to neil and is like "she doesn't like u :("

like nO??? u actually didn't give her a chance to respond bestie!!!

so this leads up to the day of the show, mhm?

neil avoids u all night, and u even got him a boquet of flowers, and now u just feel stupid. like damn. did that freckle faced nerdy ginger just lie to my face on purpose?

u feel offended, and go outside of the back of the school, where surprise! u see neil sulking about you :(

you're gripping his flowers and oh no! it starts to rain!!

(DON'T YELL AT ME YOU DESERVE A ROM COM MOMENT WITH A THEATRE BOY!!! cringe deserves rights!!)

so u walk over to him, and hand him the boquet of flowers, mary janes starting to ruin and he just looks up with the brightest smile, and you swear it feels like the sun's coming out (it's not)

neil doesn't say anything after that, and probably starts singing 'u are my lucky star' underneath his breath, and it's an unspoken invitation to start dancing in the rain

u both catch cold the day afterwards, but it was worth it because u dorks can take care of each other as an official couple!

bonus: lindsay probably gushes over the waltzing in the rain, while clara and i go feral over the fact that u got sick jnwvtkjbnkj

n knee ways this was incredibly cheesy, but u deserve it for how many ships u do for all of us! i cannot actually express how much i adore the jesper ask (my beloved, PLEASE!!! i want to milo's goat mom and be the one he trusts with his pistols!!! that is all i-) and we actually need to talk about the fact that kaz & u would be a power couple (and a gorgeous one too, bestie!!) sometime else, because i have MANY thoughts on that.

ily and make sure to take care of urself today! <3

cASS!!!!!!!!!!! you don't know how much i laughed and smiled at this ask,,,,,, dps my beloved,,,,,,

first of all,,, you think i'm compatible with every poet??? my power,,, lol, no, but i love that for me.

and charlie as my reluctant family friend is truly a superior dynamic. we both annoy the hell out of each other but would murder anyone should they be mean to the other. we know far too much about the other, but also have zero idea how the other reacts when not around family,,,,,,,, it's actually becoming a favorite headcanon of mine.

and todd, cameron, and i being besties!!!! okay,,,,, but i get the distinct vibes that you would be related to one of the poets, and that’s also how we get an in to their meetings (someone’s like,,,, *sigh* can my little sister bring her friends to our meetings?) and i mean if i had to pick someone,,,,, it’s a tie between todd and pitts. i just feel like you would work perfectly as the more outgoing sibling of a shy idiot.

(and girl, about waltzing in the rain,,,, no doubt you and lindsay were the ones to teach me. imagine having a sleepover and teaching me to ballroom dance in your bedroom with the radio on. in this dead poets society au, we are having all of the cheesy rom-com friendship moments together. we go to malls together, we whisper about boys at our lockers (which are right next to each other for convenience), we go to the movies together only to see the idiot boys, we do makeovers for each other,,,,,,, covid has me yearning.)

also i love the characterization of cameron in this,,,,,, the whole running away and “she doesn’t like you :(” is hilarious, i dIED.

and we can be techies together!!!!! i imagine clara and lindsay are actually performers, and after rehearsals when we walk home (because we all live in the same direction - spread across two neighborhoods for convenience) we share the tea between the actors and the techies. imagine our chaos <3.

anyway, who wants to daydream with me about this for the next 100 years???

and i’m so glad you love your jesper ship! i just love the idea of the two of you together. it’s golden. and me and kaz????? i have that energy???? i’m astounded and frankly, flattered.

#asks #cass — 🦢#i would die for you you know that?

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notveryglittery · 5 years ago

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star light, star bright

it’s @blinksinbewilderment‘s birthday!!! you know what she likes a lot? romantic analogical and brotherly prinxiety :) it’s a quick little bulletfic with lots of extra bonus background ships. i really treasure our friendship, blink, i hope you have a day that shines as brightly as you do, and that you feel as much happiness as i do whenever i get to talk to you <3!!

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brotherly prinxiety

big bro ro

virgil goes to roman for advice on how to ask out his long-time crush logan

roman initially teases him relentlessly because anyone with eyes can see logan has liked virgil back for at least three quarters of that long-time

when roman realizes the two are in fact blind pining oblivious dummies, he jumps at the chance to help this ship sail as smoothly as it can from where it’s been docked for far too long

roman is obviously a Professional Matchmaker - look, his name is in the word “romance”

(never mind the fact that patton is the one who swept roman off his feet with a romantic declaration at the top of a ferris wheel underneath a bright full moon)

(they’ve definitely let roman live this down. absolutely no one brings it up at every given opportunity)

so roman teaches virgil all of the important things to woo one’s true love (“he isn’t my true love,” virgil gripes, hoping roman doesn’t notice how hard he blushes. roman notices.) this includes: practicing of poetic confessions, the perfect combination of flowers in bouquets, romcom movie marathons.

to virgil’s mortification, roman invites patton to one of their lessons. to virgil’s further humiliation, patton’s brother declan tags along, and it turns out virgil’s to practice his confession on declan because he’s got that same dry wit and humor as logan, and surely he can offer the best reactions.

(declan thinks this is very stupid but he and virgil are also kind of frenemies and so declan will take any blackmail he can get his hands on)

it goes about as well as you think it would

meanwhile, one logan sanders is trying to smother himself with a pillow

“babe, you of all people should know how physically impossible it is to do that”

logan throws the pillow at his queer platonic partner

by some miracle, remy dodges it and manages not to spill a single drop of his starbucks

so as we all know, logan has been pining for virgil for quite a few years now, and as we also all know, he is a blind oblivious dummie

remy is surprised his ears haven’t fallen off yet with how much logan gushes about virgil

it would be cute if it hadn’t gotten really old like a year and a half ago

(okay, it’s still pretty cute but remy thinks a lot of things about logan are cute) (like, hello, the utter look of concentration on his face when he’s deciding which tie matches his outfit best?)

remy wants logan as happy as he can be, of course, but virgil is… well, remy and virgil kind of had some issues sophomore year that they never really resolved.

it doesn’t really interfere with their relationship now given the dynamic of their friend group. they kinda tolerate each other. but remy’s gotta give virgil the Talk - you know the one, “you so much as even think about hurting logan and they’ll never find your body”

remy and roman definitely haven’t been texting each other updates over the months, why would you even insinuate something so devious

after many shenanigans and montages of:

roman helping bolster virgil’s confidence

big bro ro helps virgil to perfect all the makeup tricks he’s learned on his own over the years. virgil understands now just how good winged eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man can make you feel.

he really does get better with pick up lines and flirting; he stumbles sometimes but it feels effortless and that’s the important part.

declan jokingly threatening to steal logan away if virgil didn’t get on with it

while virgil knows declan’s aroace ass would never, virgil does not know that logan likes him back, and so this still seems like an entirely plausible thing to worry and stress about

sometimes, declan drapes himself over logan and heckles him into a debate; partially to see virgil get all flustered over logan all worked up, partially to encourage virgil to hurry up already, wouldn’t he like to be in logan’s space like this?

remy dropping hints around virgil about logan’s newest interests

virgil and logan might be close friends who have been mutually pining over each other for years, but there’s still things they don’t tell each other, or don’t get the chance to share. if remy happens to let slip that logan wants desperately to visit the new exhibit at the observatory, well, that’s neither here nor there.

and he does give virgil the Talk, a few nights before the plan is set into motion. in the same go, they mostly remedy their past issues. by the end of it, virgil wonders how it’s possible for someone to be so threatening while using pet names like “babe,” “sweetie,” and “honey” every other sentence.

eventually, virgil is deemed Ready. it is Time.

halloween is virgil’s favorite holiday and because logan loves virgil, he also loves halloween. sure, all the sweets are a health hazard, and trick-or-treating really isn’t the safest tradition, and ghosts do not exist - but virgil glows during this season. he adds autumnal colors to his wardrobe and it really is not fair how good he looks in oranges, and browns, and deep greens.

(in case we aren’t all on the same page yet, logan is Very Very Gay.)

everyone is at remy’s house. it’s definitely one of the biggest homes in their small town and so this is where a lot of the holiday parties tend to take place. the dormir family is also generally just really well liked. which means more people than invited show up but if anyone knows how to throw and manage a party, it’s remy.

anyway the plan is that virgil and logan finally get together at this party so that they can finally go trick or treating with the gang in matching costumes

it is so lame and virgil would rather forsake trick or treating completely but also he may or may not have been planning couple’s costumes for like four years now

everything is going really well!

roman and patton are social butterflies, flitting from the dance floor to the kitchen to the backyard. they’re dressed up as she-ra and perfuma, respectively. roman’s even threaded led lights into the underskirt and cape so that he’s actually glowing. patton’s flowers aren’t just a crown atop his head, they twist and weave along his arms, around his torso, and down his legs.

remy wears the same thing every year to the party: pajamas and a ridiculous pair of slippers. he saves the extravagant costumes for halloween night. he truly is a spectacular host, making sure drinks and snacks are restocked, that nothing’s being broken, and checking in on those who don’t handle the crowds too well.

logan’s dressed in a very impressive le petit prince costume - it’s so good, it might as well be a full on cosplay. (virgil definitely isn’t swooning, what?) logan sticks close to the edges of rooms, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.

(in, for example, virgil’s arms, on the dance floor, swaying to a slow song.)

virgil is dressed as jack skellington and declan in a creepily accurate oogie boogie - everywhere he goes, plastic insects fall out of his costume. patton’s shrieks of terror at seeing the fake spiders keeps startling the party guests.

eventually - totally not by plan or anything - logan and virgil end up in the backyard together, on the old wooden swing bench on the porch. it’s nearing midnight and the crickets are chirping and there’s an owl hooting nearby somewhere. the moon is obscured on this cloudy night.

virgil thinks it’s perfectly spooky and atmospheric

logan doesn’t need to see the stars in the sky when they’re sparkling so brightly in virgil’s eyes

logan’s feet barely reach the floor and so virgil uses his heel to push them back and forth. thankfully, both of their costumes keep them warm enough in the chilly fall weather. (though they, of course, could always do to be a little bit warmer.)

virgil’s breathing is measured and it’s super obvious he’s counting them in his head. logan scoots closer and lays a hand over virgil’s. his breath hitches.

“there is something i would like to tell you,” logan begins.

the record scratch in virgil’s head sounds loud enough that everyone at the party should be able to hear it

“for the… last couple of years, i have harb-”

“hold on,” virgil interrupts, loud and sudden. “hold - wait a seco - there’s no way you’re -”

logan normally finds all manners of virgil’s speech patterns endearing but right about now, logan has a finite amount of courage and it is quickly running out

“- going to tell me right now-”

“of course i love you.”

virgil’s jaw promptly snaps shut

(he’s been working so hard on this and all this time??????)

virgil isn’t really aware of the high-pitched noise he’s making until logan reaches out and firmly presses a hand over his mouth.

“it is my fault that you have not known it all the while,”

(and the way logan says it, like a treasured line from a fairytale. virgil’s sure he’d recognize it if he could think at all.)

“i understand if you do not reciprocate these feelings and i apologize if i have made you uncomfortable with my confession,” logan is saying now while virgil’s still working on rebooting. logan lowers his hand. “i hope that this will not negatively impact our friendship. i care deeply for you and-”

virgil’s systems spark back to life and he interrupts again, this time with a short bark of laughter.

“l, oh my god, no offense, but i’ve been building up to this night for months and you just-” he has to pause to stifle his laughter. he’s equal parts giddy because logan likes him back and frustrated because logan’s liked him back for years and neither of them had done anything about it until now.

logan looks confused.

virgil wants nothing more than to kiss him.

“i’m in love with you” bulldozes over his brain-to-mouth filter instead

logan looks confused, elated, overwhelmed, stunning, he blushes so prettily, virgil thinks, and all of his practice must pay off, because the next move he makes is easy.

at some point, they’d turned towards each other. virgil’s hand cups logan’s face. leaning closer, virgil’s gaze lowers to logan’s lips, and then back up. who knew eye contact alone could be this electrifying?

“can i kiss you?” virgil murmurs.

“i can’t think of anything i’d like more,” logan responds.

(back in the house, declan grumpily shoves a twenty dollar bill into roman’s hands.)

a week and a half later will find virgil and logan in matching costumes. for their shared interest in astronomy, they’ve lowkey always been called the “starlight gays” amongst their friends, and their costumes certainly help solidify it.

logan is wearing dark jeans and a navy button down. with roman’s help, he’s lit up like the night sky; led lights form constellations that, if asked, logan will explain in a heart beat. from his shoulders trails a glittering black cape that catches the light just right (it’s impractical for trick or treating but the way virgil keeps wrapping himself up in it, snuggling close to logan’s side… well)

virgil’s the opposite in whites and greys, though he’s glowing as well, a near match to the full moon in the sky. he seems exceptionally pleased with the makeup he’s done for the costume, silver and blue and sparkling.

(they look like they should be at a con, honestly, instead of out for one night collecting candy, but it’s cute, and that’s all that matters)

and of course, they live happily ever after

(with only the slightest of teasing for the rest of their lives about their slow burn romance)

#analogical #romantic analogical #analogical fan fiction #brotherly prinxiety #sanders sides fan fiction #qpr losleep #brotherly moceit #romantic royality #human au #dani writes #blink #HBD DARLING I LOVE YOU!!

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pamy92 · 5 years ago

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Asato Yuya Birthday Event 2019

14 December 2019

I attended all 3 sessions of Asato Yuya’s 2019 Birthday Event last Saturday. The venue was held at a hotel ballroom lasted the whole day!

I tried my best to capture as many information I could remember (it was a very long day and I couldn’t sleep the night before due to nerves)! We couldn’t take any pictures so all images used are from Asaty’s uploads! ^_^

At all 3 sessions, the programme flow is largely the same with minor tweaks in the content and surprise changes as many fans attended multiple sessions.

Introduction by Emcee from Presence Tours and Kazuma

Entrance of Asaty/ Birthday Surprise

Segment 1: History of Yuya (childhood photo exhibition)

Segment 2: Yuya Talk-Time (Fans Q&A session)

Segment 3: O / X Game (aka True-False quiz game)

Thank you Speech by Asaty

One-to-One Photo & Handshake Session

I attended the 1st session with @beansproutsong, and the 2nd and 3rd session alone! We had to queue up according to our assigned number, get an ID check before being allowed into the ballroom. It was free seating so we tried to get seats closest to the stage! In the 2nd session, I managed to get 2nd row seats in the middle and in the 3rd session, I got 4th row seats in the middle.

The emcee from Presence Tours (organiser) and Kazuma did a brief introduction and the usual no-nos, and we were reminded quietly about the secret surprise for Asaty (except for session 3).

:: Birthday Surprise: Session 1, 2 & 3 ::

The same birthday surprise instructions were also printed and left on every seat for us to read.

[Brief summary: Thank you for attending the Asato Chanpuru birthday event this time - 1st session. During the event, we will be giving Asato Yuya a surprise. When the words [Happy Birthday] are flashed on the stage screen, everyone sing the Happy Birthday song after being prompted ‘Ready go!’. Please sing ‘Dear Yuya’ in a big voice! We seek your cooperation!]

In [Session 1], the surprise was almost accidentally ruined! When the emcee tried to move on to the next slide, he accidentally back-tracked and it was a slide about the surprise briefing. The audience members screamed, and Asaty was like ‘Wait? What? What’s going on?’ It was so funny!!!

During the surprise, a cake was wheeled to the stage and Asaty blew out the candles after we sang Happy Birthday! The chef that made the cake was standing at the back of the room, and Asaty took a bite of the strawberry shortcake that was prepared separately for him. He was like ‘UMAI~!!’ at the first taste, and kept thanking the chef!

In [Session 2], the cake was still left on the stage (I suspect it is just a dummy cake for wedding ceremonies) when I entered the ballroom.

But this time round, the instructions on my seat are different and we received a light stick!

[Brief summary: Thank you for attending the Asato Chanpuru birthday event this time - 2nd session. During the event, we will be giving Asato Yuya a surprise. The lights will dim at the start of the event, please activate your lightsticks. Everyone sing the Happy Birthday song after being prompted ‘Ready go!’. Please sing ‘Dear Yuya’ in a big voice! We seek your cooperation!]

When the doors opened for Asaty to enter, everyone’s light sticks were a beautiful purple and Asaty was like ‘SUGOOOOOOI’ when he headed to the stage. The birthday song was played and we sang Happy Birthday. The candles were not lit so he motioned to Kazuma to light it for him. Because the song was ending, he tried to blow it as Kazuma struggled to light all of them haha!

In [Session 3], there was no paper printed on our seats. But the instructions were shown in the slides which basically told us to sing a birthday song when prompted on the screen during the O/X Quiz game. BUT, the true surprise was actually...RIN RIN!

So after Asaty gave his thank you speech, the emcee said they have received a sudden message from Wada Masanari, which they played back. Asaty was laughing and talking over the recording, so I could not hear Rin Rin’s message clearly. But basically, Rin Rin was congratulating Asaty on his birthday and that sorry he could not be here to celebrate with him.

Then suddenly, Rin Rin said ‘Actually, I am backstage. I’m coming inside now.” And everyone started screaming in shock, even Asaty froze for a second. Then Rin Rin said “Please don’t get too excited when I enter the hall.” And then RIN RIN CAME THROUGH THE DOORS!!!! Everyone was screaming! Even I myself am screaming ‘OMG!’. My first live Rin Rin! I have never seen him in person before! Asaty was also shouting ‘RIN RIN!!!” and jumping excitedly!

Rin Rin was filming on his phone throughout the whole thing, so he panned his camera at us and then went straight to Asaty for a photo! It was so precious! Asaty was so HAPPY and gave him a big high-5!

Then Rin Rin whipped out a present he was hiding behind his pocket, and it was a new Nintendo switch Pokemon Go game cartridge! Rin Rin said his rehearsal was cancelled so he quickly asked his agency (which is the same as Asaty’s) if he could crash the party. It was very last minute but Asaty was so so so happy! I have never seen him so excited before! The video that Rin Rin took will be uploaded on New Year’s Day! I can’t wait! No idea where it will be released though - hopefully on the Asapuru Channel!

:: Segment 1: History of Yuya ::

In this segment, we were shown various pictures of Asaty in his childhood! Asaty had asked his mom to send over some childhood photos a few days before the event & she shipped 10 albums over. It was raining when the box arrived & it got a little wet too, to Asaty’s horror.

Whenever the emcee flashed a chubby baby picture, Asaty kept gushing over how cute his chubby baby pictures are and cooing “This guy is cute! I’m so cute!” And he kept poking his fat baby arms on the screen! Also, a lot of toddler-Asaty photos are of him smiling brightly with his papa because he rarely sees him. Then we saw shots of him crying when his papa has to go away.

Here are some memorable things he shared:

[Picture of baby Asaty grinning with only two bottom teeth] Asaty pointed at his baby face, laughed and said “I finally grew teeth!!”

[Picture of toddler Asaty at an amusement park] Asaty hates the spinning tea cup ride even till now. When he was young, his uncle spun him around so hard, Asaty vomited and it flew everywhere.

[Picture of 7 yrs old annoyed-looking Asaty with a pig mascot] Asaty was at Disneyland and trying to take a picture with one of the 3 Little Pigs. Unfortunately, his bro got in his way and he was trying to shove him away. He confused it with the 7 dwarves & said the pig was from Snow White

[Picture of toddler Asaty and his infant younger bro cuddled up in bed] Asaty had a finger on his lips and an annoyed “Shhh, my brother is sleeping!” expression on his face as the photo was taken.

[Picture of 4 year old Asaty riding a shisa statue at a shrine visit] He laughed when he saw the picture and said “I have a pervertic look on my face!” When asked by Kazuma if it was okay that he was sitting on it, he quickly answered “It depends on the shisa.”

[Picture of bro and him with yukata waist ties around their heads, both look drunk and bored] Kazuma: “What are you guys looking at?” Asaty: “I dunno... maybe horse-race betting.”

[Picture of Elementary Sch Asaty] He said he wasn’t considered handsome because there were other boys better looking than him. He had no girlfriend nor any valentine memories. But he had a girlfriend in Preschool. LOL

[Photo of High Sch Asaty at his graduation] During his High School graduation, he said that he promised a Junior that he will give his bottom blazer button (his blazer only has 2 buttons) to her. But when another student asked for it first, he forgot and gave it to her. When his junior found out, she got really angry at him. Asaty then said didn’t understand why girls wanted his bottom blazer button when the top-most is closest to his heart. “...Maybe...” His hand then strayed to his crotch which Kazuma told him to stop. LOL

:: Segment 2: Yuya Talk-Time ::

Question: If tomorrow is the end of the world, what would you eat?

Asaty: I want to eat a lot! (when prompted by emcee to list the first food) Unagi! And then Macdonalds! Then curry! (In your last 30 seconds of living?) Unagi once again!

Question: What recently made you cry? Asaty said he was watched Joker recently and because the character had a lot of depth & character development, he was so moved that he cried.

Question: What is the one thing you wish to have? Asaty said he really wants an iPad Pro, so he can play Call of Duty better (he plays it on his iPhone currently) and he kept bugging Ono Kento & wanted to use his.

Question: What was the most touching moment you had experienced this year? Asaty said it was when Seirin won the Winter Cup. It was so touching that the main cast cried when they did the table-reading. The cast still keep in contact on LINE.

Question: When #和田のお顔が綺麗 trended on Twitter. Asaty didn’t know it will go viral. He said that Rin Rin was happy when he used the hashtag for the first time & subsequently started a series. Too bad Izawa & Kento’s hashtag didn’t go viral.

Question: What’s a routine thing you do before a big event? Asaty says he’ll take a shower and give his chest a punch with his fist to settle his nerves & get himself ready.

Question: Do you get nervous before performing as F6. Yes. He messes up his lines when he gets nervous. During OsoSute, Asaty once had a slip of tongue & accidentally said “Mysterious Oni. Purple Cool.” It was supposed to be “Mysterious Cool. Oni Purple.”

Question: Unagi. Asaty likes Unagi ever since he is aware of how much he liked the taste of it when he was in Elementary school.

Question: What is your Kanji of this year? Asaty said 忙/急(busy), due to the consecutive KuroSute & HeineMyu performances. It was not normal for this to happen.

Question: Please talk about F6 Costumes. Asaty said their costumes were inspired by the circus! Osomatsu - Ringmaster (Greatest Showman), Karamatsu - Beast Tamer, Ichimatsu - Knife Thrower, Choromatsu and Jyuushimatsu are Clowns. Asaty doesn’t know what the heck Todomatsu’s costume is lol (his own words).

:: Segment 3: O / X Game (aka True-False quiz) ::

In this segment, all the audience members had to stand and answer O or X with their arms. Only those who got the answers right can continue standing and play the game. Winners got his autographed board and a solo-polaroid of him. I lost all three sessions lol. The questions are HARD!

Question: When Asaty takes a shower, the first thing he washes is his neck. (Answer: True, all the girls were shocked.)

Question: Asaty likes chocolate cake the best out of all the cake flavours. (Answer: True!)

Question: Yuya was not the name his parents originally wanted. (Answer: True. Asaty’s parents did consider naming him Tokiya, but decided to stick with Yuya instead!)

Question: Winter is Asaty’s favourite season. (Answer: True! He really loves winter and snow! He however does not do winter sports because in 2011, he suffered from a really bad winter-sports injury which he got scolded by his agency for not taking care of his body. )

Question Even though Asaty is 32, he is forever 17 in his heart. (Answer: True)

:: One-to-One Photo & Handshake Session ::

At the end of the event, all of us will line up according to the rows we were seated at to meet Asaty one by one at the partition outside the ballroom. It was well-organised and flows very smoothly. My only gripe is that compared to last year’s 30-seconds talk, we only had about 10 to 15 seconds to chat to Asaty!

Session 1: I was so nervous the very first time I met him after a whole year, and I was a little worried that he wouldn’t remember me at all (I mean he has a lot of fans and I don’t expect him to remember everyone) but my fears were unfounded. When I walked over and waved my hands, saying I was from Singapore, his eyes immediately lit up in recognition. I bought him a merlion face mask and a durian pouch as his present, and he suddenly asked me if I liked durian which threw me off and I got tongue-tied.

After receiving the polaroid, I did not realise he left my present with the merlion mask facing the camera on his lap. When the picture developed, I saw it and started laughing non-stop! Such a troll picture. I thought I was the one trolling Asaty with lame presents but looks like he trolled me back. Whoops

Session 2: The emcee told us we will not be given time to talk about our presents because it took too much time in the earlier session, he told us to pass it to him and the staff will take it away immediately. It was really a shame because I wanted to tell him about the concept of the fan book this year! So while waiting for my turn, I rehearsed what I wanted to say to him so my mind won’t freeze! I’m so glad the words came out and Asaty was able to oblige to my unofficial interview request without his agency staff coming in to stop us!

I really liked it when he concentrated hard to think before looking at me to say those words to his overseas fans. His sincerity is radiating off and he was really not taking it lightly (aka saying it in a flippant manner).

I think that was about this time when I realised that I really really want to continue promoting him overseas. TBH, with my day-job taking up so much time in my personal life, sometimes I feel like stopping... Then I realised that he is also trying really hard on his end and he is honestly very grateful and down-to-earth for all the local and overseas support. Even though many overseas fans have already moved on, I’ll continue supporting and helping you Asaty!

Session 3: With this being the last session that I will meet Asaty till late 2020, I thought I could just fool around and tease him a little - by making him speak in English! I remembered in his live-stream that he said ‘I can’t speak English!’ after coming back from the USA, which contradicts what his relatives in Okinawa told me - Asaty has been studying English via English music, dramas and movies, so he could communicate with his American relatives and nieces/nephews.

When it was my turn, I waved to him crazily again and asked him to speak English which he laughed and said ‘Okay’ After we took our picture and he took both my hands and then suddenly said ‘I’m very happy!” which I totally was not expecting at all and my mind went blank! It was probably the cutest thing he said EVER and in English too!

I wanted to tell him to do his best next year, come visit Singapore and I hope to see him again soon. But I got tongue-tied and all I could say was ‘See you next year!’ GAH I AM SO MAD AT MYSELF!!!! I only rehearsed the first line and didn’t think about what other things to say in English to him LOL. #fail

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All in all, I really really had fun meeting him again! His hands were gentle and warm and his brilliant smile is just like the sun itself.

Thank you Asato Yuya! I really hope to see him again in 2020! This time I’ll bring more lame Singapore presents to make you laugh!

#asato yuya #yuya asato #安里勇哉 #pamyinjapan

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choicesyouplayandmore · 6 years ago

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Lost Words (Chapter 3)

Link to previous chapters: Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Click on the Masterlist to see if any future chapters have been published already.

Note: I want to say a quick thanks to everyone who has been reading my Sinclaire series. It’s my first fanfiction, and I’ve been so shocked by this reaction. Thank you very much!

Book: Desire and Decorum

Pairing: Ernest Sinclaire x MC

A/N: MC shows up on Ernest’s doorstep on a rainy day. What do they have to say to each other after their argument in the garden?

Warnings: Will explore both Ernest and MC’s feelings of grief, especially regarding the death of family members/betrayal of a spouse. By the way Sinclaire’s feelings regarding his wife and his family background have yet to be revealed in DD at the time of writing, so some things might not follow the book exactly.

Tag list: @brightpinkpeppercorn @princesstopgun @mind-reader1 @lynn1214@xo-endlessmayhem-xo @bennycumberbuns @bruhvs @danyfreshh @cocomaxley @youngbloodbound @sweetfluffyunicorn18 @tinygooplandroad@marywitchjane @shelivesinthewoods @flyawayblue56 @lizeboredom @laniquelovely @blackwidow2721 @katurrade @juliazigortega @mspaigemoore @kate-omalleys @meiyoko-trash @self-destructive-bitch @pepitapepi (I could not tag two people, not sure why?)

Word Count: 1400 words

Last time on Lost Words.....

Making a small gasp, Claire was stunned by his appearance. His messy hair had been tousled across his head. He was not wearing a jacket, or even a tie. The dress shirt he usually wore had been buttoned halfway down, baring half of his naked chest. His eyes were red and swollen, the area under his eyes still slightly wet. Had he been crying? She thought to herself.

Cutting her mid thought, Ernest grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into the house.

“What were you thinking?” Ernest questioned, his voice tinged with both concern and disbelief. What could she possibly have to say to me now? So urgent that she must come in the rain?

“I-I...wanted to talk to you.” This time, it was Claire’s turn to stammer nervously. She had never seen him so upset, disheveled, and....vulnerable. Is this about me?...........What I have done to him? A pang of guilt hit her chest.

Without replying, he threw his jacket around her shoulders and started pushing her down the corridor, leading her to his study. Although Claire was still cold, being with Ernest made her feel warmer already. Sitting her down on a rocking chair, he knelt beside the fireplace to start a fire.

The glow from the fire illuminated his skin. Claire watched as the flickering flames danced across his bare chest, a slow blush creeping onto her face. Kneeling next to the fire, staring down at his hands while they worked, she could now see him much clearer. Dark circles formed under eyes that stared blankly. Chapped lips, the faint smell of strong liquor between them. Curly hair tousled in all directions. His knuckles were bruised purple, perhaps from punching something. He looks so hurt. She thought to herself. But at the same time....why does he look so handsome?

Looking up from the fire, their eyes briefly met each other’s, before shifting away. The tension between them was nervous. Claire had never actually seen a man cry before, let alone Ernest Sinclaire.

“I’m sorry. I probably look like a snivelling fool right now, and it’s not proper.....” Ernest mumbled, interrupting the silence.

“Don’t apologize. After the way I spoke to you in the garden......I can imagine why you would be angry at me.”

Ernest chuckled bitterly at her apology. Standing up to sit in the chair next to hers, he whispered “Oh, I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at myself.”

“What for?”

He closed his eyes tightly, tilting his head up to stare at the ceiling. “It’s been really rough for me since my wife left me. And her death during childbirth.”

Taken aback by his surprise admission of weakness, she glanced at him. “I knew that your wife left you.....but I never could have guessed exactly how devastating it was.”

“Yes.....” he whispered, deep in thought. “Hold on. Let me get you a drink.”

Brown liquor splashed elegantly into the cup. He held it towards her, the purple colour of his bruised knuckles faintly glimmering under the fire light. As she accepted the drink her fingers reached out and brushed the bruises, making him blush from both shame and affection. Dropping his arm, he held both his hands nervously in front of them in a poor attempt to hide them.

“What happened to your knuckles?” she whispered, looking at him in the eye.

“Ah.” He was hoping she wouldn’t ask. “Oh, that....I need something to take out my anger on sometimes.” He did not meet her eyes in return.

“I wonder what the poor guy did to you.” she chuckled, motioning towards the sparring dummy sitting in the corner of the room. “He looks pretty roughed up.”

For the first time since she came in, he smiled back at her, eyes shimmering with affection. Sitting back down, he took slow slips from his drink.

“You know, it was rough for me too after my mother passed. I had no other family left, it had always just been the two of us. So now that she had gone....I felt so sad and alone.”

“Losing a parent is never easy.” He shook his head, heart filled with empathy. “My mother passed when I was much younger, and my father passed 10 years ago.”

“Wow. 10 years is a long time to be alone......and here I am, complaining about loneliness after a few weeks.” Claire said quietly.

“No....” Ernest shook his head, clearly not finished yet. “I had my wife with me, at first....or so I thought. But she left.” Ernest closed his eyes again, brows knitted together in pain, head tilted towards the ceiling. Claire nodded encouragingly, motioning him to continue along.

“She had not only left our relationship, but she had betrayed the very foundation of it. I was devastated when I found out. She had been my only source of comfort since I lost my father. We sat together, just like this, every night. Just accompanying each other. Watching the flames in the fireplace flicker back and forth.”

“Just like us right now?”

“.......Yes. Just like us.”

Silence filled the room, but it was not the awkward sort. It was the kind of silence that could only happen between two aching souls that understood each other.

“But then she had to go drop off the face of the earth altogether. Carrying a child with her as well.” Ernest now leant forward, putting his face in his hands.

Claire shook her head, heart filled with ache and empathy for Ernest’s pain. “To lose another loved one like that......” she whispered. “It must be hard to ever forget.”

“I won’t ever forget it. The day I found out. The events of the day are blurry in my memory, but the grief I felt......I still remember very clearly. It was like I was walking around in a trance. The only thing I actually remember doing was leaning against that very door -” Ernest pointed at the door to his study.

“- and bawling my eyes out.” He sighed heavily.

“........I’ve been in deep grief too. I watched my mother die in her bed. There was so much I had left unsaid. I never got to thank her - for all those years of loving me. She was gone in an instant. We had hardly spent enough time together when fate whisked her away......I couldn’t even say goodbye.” Claire gushed.

Lifting his head out of his hands, he turned around to look at her.

“And now that she’s gone forever, I’ll never get the chance.” A tear rolled down her cheek as her eyes fell to the floor.

Leaning over, Ernest stretched out his hand, wiping her tear away with his thumb, before finishing his stroke at the bottom of her face, lifting up her chin to look at him.

“You’re beautiful even when you cry”. He whispered to her. His hand now cupped her face. They were so close that their noses almost touched.

She lifted her hand to hold his. Their hands rested on her cheek. They stayed in this position, just for a few moments.

“Why do you shut me out?” She murmured.

Now pulling away from her face, he knelt on one knee in front of her chair. He took her other hand in his. Bowing his head, his eyes again dropped to the floor.

“It was my own fault that my wife left me.” He muttered, in a voice that was thick, hoarse and full of pain. “I couldn’t give her what she wanted. Hell, I didn’t even know what she wanted. She may have betrayed my trust, but when I failed to be a good husband, I had betrayed her trust first.”

Ernest looked like he was about to collapse. His upper body was leaning onto the arm of the rocking chair to stop himself from falling into a heap on the floor in front of Claire. “I don’t blame anyone. I did this to me.” He continued, eyes staring motionlessly at the floor, as if he were only talking to himself.

“Is that why-...”

“Yes.” He answered. “I don’t think I’ll ever be a good husband. One failed marriage already proved that for everyone to see.” The throbbing pain in his throat grew larger and larger as he spoke.

“You deserve a good man, Claire. I just don’t think that’s me.” His voice quivered with emotion. Giving her hand a light squeeze, he started to stand up.

“But what if I think he is you?” Suddenly, with determination, Claire grabbed his wrist. Just like she had done the day before in the park. She yanked him down, and instinctively, he fell into the kneeling position he had been in before.

Looking at her with widened eyes and raised eyebrows, emotions of surprise and anticipation played across his facial features. She took in his appearance. Now only an inch away from her, she could see the iris of his eyes were the same blend of blue as the forget-me-not flowers that he had planted in his garden. Although his hair was tousled, it gave the impression that he cared little for outer appearances.

His lips were slightly chapped on the outer edges, but in colour they were a beautiful burgundy, and when he breathed, she could smell the desperation and longing that he had been consuming.

Eyes glistening with desire, she grabbed his collar, pulled him in, and pressed her lips against his.

Note: Yes, I finally made them DO it! Excited for the next chapter? Saucy things are coming. As per usual, let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters. Also, if you enjoyed this fanfiction, tell me which parts you liked the most! (It helps with my writing/brainstorming process.)

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Just Us Now: Chapter 1

Ao3 link! Part one: 3.1k words. Read part two here!

Bright-eyed Adora, a young force captain in training, is tasked with introducing Catra, the newest cadet, to life in the Horde.

Chapter one in an exploratory three-parter of Adora and Catra's first contact that I aim to complete before the end of Catradora week! (Dec 30-Jan 5)

Ty to everyone for reading and all feedback, please comment if you want! <3

“That is why I am placing her under your charge for the duration of this period, Adora.”

Shadow Weaver was holding Adora’s chin, raising it slightly so as to have their eyes meet. Adora held the gaze admirably, for she could see beyond the cold, unwavering scrutiny of Shadow Weaver’s eyes a faith of sorts, perhaps even appreciation. Adora nodded.

“Between us, Adora, I ask you not to trust this wild creature. Our unmanned security were unable to capture her, and it took careful coordination between two squads who had much more important duties than this to eventually surround her,” Her voice shook, ever so slightly.

“I have… discussed with her the benefits of staying with us, as well as the consequences of any attempts to escape. She will not want for anything with the Horde; whatever squalid existence she maintained before this will be forgotten. Even still, watch her. She may prove a challenge even for you, my sweet,” With a long finger, she softly curled a lock of Adora’s hair around the little soldier’s ear.

“Yes, Shadow Weaver,” Adora saluted. Shadow Weaver left on a current of darkness that spilled out from beneath her, its writhing mass wrapping around the walls as she moved. Adora let out a deep exhale and turned to the entrance to the dorms.

Sat on Adora’s bunk was a small girl overflowing with hair. Two dark, fluffy ears were jutting out, flopping in random directions intermittently. She was freckled, and had markings down her tanned arms. The rags she wore smelled of burns, and a few distinctive markings of the Horde’s stun lasers adorned her arms and legs. She held her knees to her chest, hiding her face. Black claws stemmed from her fingers and fuzzy feet. Of most interest to Adora was the tail that curled tightly around these feet. Adora had never met anyone quite like this, and she was friends with a lizard boy.

“Cadet!” Adora said loudly, wishing to be firm. The girl looked up in shock, blue and yellow eyes wracked with fear, doing their best to puzzle out the newest threat now facing her. Adora forgot what she was going to say, and felt awful in realizing her imitation of Shadow Weaver.

“Oh - sorry, I… uh,” Adora stammered as the girl tilted her head. “I... like your tail.” Adora would have smacked her own face were it not prohibited on grounds of showing weakness. The girl crossed her legs and stared at her, less wary. ”I mean, um, my name’s Adora?” It came out as a question, and Adora, beginning to turn red with embarrassment, could only hope Shadow Weaver wasn’t listening in on this.

For a split second Adora was certain she saw the young girl smirk before she hid her face once again. Adora moved closer, and without looking up the newest cadet shuffled back from the edge of the bed to the pillow.

“That’s my bed,” Adora said, and quickly followed up with, “But you can take bottom bunk if you want, I don’t mind!”

“Go away,” the girl hissed, claws extending. She looked at Adora with disdain, fangs showing. She was tensed up, angry and frightened at the same time.

Adora instinctively adopted a ready stance, which made the little cat raise an eyebrow. She truly couldn’t figure out if this blond girl was an enemy or not. Adora began to worry as she had, for whatever reason, not expected resistance. If this turned into a fight, Shadow Weaver would not seek retribution on Adora, that much she knew. Whatever happened to this girl after that would be Adora’s fault. At the darkest hour in her young life she was saved by a low rumbling coming from the angry feline person’s stomach.

“Hungry? Wanna get some food?” Adora asked, overjoyed. The girl let out a faint ‘mew’ at the words, and nodded resentfully, ashamed of her hunger. She got up off the bed and followed Adora out of the dorms.

It was getting darker out, and the cafeteria would be closed by the time they got there, but with a little persuasion Adora was sure that Octavia would sneak them some food. Adora didn’t want to know how the tentacled enforcer got stuck with caring for the cadets - Octavia was a relentless, no-mercy kind of warrior in combat, though Adora suspected she was a softie at heart.

Outside, it was as nice a night as the Fright Zone could offer: pungent smoke from innumerable factories billowed across the murky orange horizon. The curved peaks of various military installations reached up into the air and lodged their hooks into the sky, blocking what few stars dared to defy the smog. Clawing at the ground below, it was as if the metallic landscape was merely the top of a great mechanical beast that slept underground, waiting to dig its nails in and rip apart the earth.

“It’s nicer when the sun’s out,” Adora said, mostly to herself.

Their stroll through the Horde base was undisturbed, though Adora caught her charge eyeing up exits, scalable walls and convenient platforms the whole way. The girl didn’t try to hide it, which infuriated Adora.

“I wouldn’t try that if I were you,” said Adora. “It’s probably impossible to escape the Fright Zone on foot, it goes on forever, and there’s tons of robots out there waiting to drag back deserters.”

The little cat said nothing, sizing up a pair of guards as they went by the armoury. It was almost curfew, so the base was quiet. The enormous barrel of a tank caught her eye, and distracted her so that she almost walked into Adora. Adora resisted the urge to recite the statistics concerning this particular weapon of war, while the girl played off her stumbling by shoving her hands into her pockets and gazing, carefree, into the sky.

“So… you have a name?” Adora soon asked, to which she received no response. “Oh, come on!” She huffed, irritated. Hands behind her head now, the quiet feline grinned. “That’s okay,” Adora maintained. “We’ll get there.”

“Will we?” The girl asked suddenly.

“I hope so.”

Inside the cafeteria, only Octavia and a chef remained. The chef, a very old man with light skin and blinding white hair, wiped down the counter. Octavia, meanwhile, was stacking chairs slowly and methodically. It must have been a while since the octopus lady saw combat: she was wearing standard kitchen garb, with her green mandibles and ear fins tucked neatly behind her head in a hair net, as well as a white apron that was too small for her. Adora put on her biggest, brightest eyes and walked over with the hungry cat.

Seeing Adora, Octavia smiled. On seeing the girl next to her, however, she squinted.

“I’d watch this one, Adora. I heard about her,” She knelt down to be eye level with the Horde’s newest celebrity. “Vicious, so they say,” She growled, and the girl growled back, baring her teeth. Octavia returned a wide grin, showing her own teeth. “Looks kinda scrawny to me, though,” she laughed, and stood up to her full height, towering above the two girls, hands on her hips and tentacles poised in a display of size.

Adora heard the claws extend and in a split second grabbed at her companion’s tail. Please don’t, she thought. She did it without thinking, eyes wide as the person the tail belonged to looked at her with disgust and slapped her arm away. Octavia looked as though she would fall over laughing.

“Haha, I take it back, Adora, you’ve clearly got her under control. All it takes is a tug of the tail, eh, good to know!”

“Please, Octavia, can we get some food? It’s curfew soon and... I’m responsible for her,” Adora said, hurried and with eyes full of worry. She rubbed her arm nervously, while the new girl refused to look at either of them.

“Oh yeah?” Octavia said, immediately understanding. Her voice grew quieter. “Orders from Shadow Momma herself, huh? Good luck with that, kid.” She sighed. “I’ll get you a couple of ration packs. The good ones. Scrawny here could do with a lil’ protein by the looks of things,” She scuffed the girl’s hair, who stepped away, scowled, and began grooming her mane.

“Especially if she ever wants to have guns AS BIG AS THESE!” Octavia’s voice rose to its full potential as she performed a well-practiced flex, her bulging biceps lighting stars in Adora’s eyes. The feisty kitty, now finished with fixing her hair, stuck her tongue out, unimpressed.

The food was devoured long before they made it anywhere near the dorms. Adora didn’t need to offer her share, it was gone before she had the chance to say anything. She had never seen anyone enjoy Horde rations so much - it must have been a while since she ate. Adora took the chance to describe the things they walked past, gushing over the penetrative ability of the Horde walker’s railgun.

“Literally! Like from here…” She pointed to the nearest building, “Through like fifteen concrete walls, a replica of a princess’ shield, another walker, to there…” She pointed towards the base’s fortified wall on the other side, “...And even then we still couldn’t find the shell. It was so cool!”

While the feline’s eyes were entirely focused on annihilating the food, her ears were picking up on the sounds of destructive power, which was more than enough of an audience for Adora. When she had exhausted herself speaking, her eyes turned downcast, and she looked at her comrade.

“Sorry I... pulled your tail. I got scared and didn’t know what else to do. But you were really gonna take a swipe at her, weren’t you?”

“I still might. I don’t like her face.”

Adora giggled, it wasn’t the first time that she had heard such a sentiment. In the midst of the courtyard, she caught sight of a line of training dummies, stuffed full of fresh straw for training tomorrow. It was dark, the orange of dusk having receded entirely, leaving a dim grey sky that even the moon struggled to light up. It was after curfew now, but Adora wanted to see something.

“Come here,” Adora said, holding the girl’s hand and pulling her towards the targets. They were six foot tall, though at least two of those feet comprised the stick that the torsos were held up by. They wore little tiaras made of cardboard, and had varying hairstyles made up of straw - the kids and more creative types couldn’t resist giving them personality.

“Let’s see what you can do,” Adora said, only just realising that they were still holding hands. They pulled away at the same time, and the cat hastened to speak.

“Do what?”

“Something like this,” Adora said, adopting a combat stance.

Hands raised in front of her face, she placed one leg behind the other before launching a flurry of hits at the dummy. She went for jabs to either side initially, getting a feel for the momentum and seeing how the dummy would respond, rocking from side to side at each blow. Eventually, she went for a straight to the head, but didn’t quite have the height to connect firmly. Dishonored by the inanimate princess, Adora opted for an uppercut that she had to jump to fully accomplish, but at last the dummy fell to the floor with a satisfying thud, a few stray pieces of straw following it down to the ground.

“Pff, finally,” was the girl’s response. They moved to the next dummy. She cracked her fingers and raised her head before rotating her neck to the left, then right. In an instant came the sound of claws, and a violent twist of her body that spun her around to face Adora. She was grinning cruelly as straw burst from the dummy’s neck. It cascaded downwards, and the tiara followed, slowly. Deflated, defeated, the dummy fell with the lightest push of her tail.

Adora gawked, impressed. “Wow, I mean, we’re supposed to take prisoners alive, but… yeah. Wow. Good job!” She beamed a genuine smile that disarmed the ferocious girl. Before she could respond, a deep, authoritative voice shouted at them.

“Hey! What are you kids doing?” A large woman with an even larger shield made her way towards them. “It’s past curfew, get back to the barracks!” Her footsteps resounded as she made her way towards them, shield nearly splintering the floor with each step.

She was slow-moving, heavily weighed down by the armour of the Fright Zone’s elite guard. On top of this, she wielded a long spear, the tip of which sparked with an unknown energy. The mischievous cat couldn’t resist blowing a raspberry before Adora hastily dragged her back home, shouting ‘sorry’ into the night.

On their last stop before bed Adora took the new recruit to the showers, adjacent to the dorms, where she would be able to clean up and get a shiny new Horde uniform. They had the whole area to themselves. It was a vast space, painted an immaculate white from top to bottom. Tiles that looked as though they were just installed shone so that it was difficult to tell where the cubicle walls began. Adora waited just outside one of them, partially so that there wouldn’t be any escape attempts, but mainly out of a need to know more about this curious girl.

The water began running, and Adora tried her hardest to give the cat cadet time to relax, but she couldn’t help herself.

“Where did you come from?” She asked. No response. She sighed. “I don’t know much about places outside of the Fright Zone. There’s the Whispering Woods, which is dangerous, and Bright Moon, which is even more dangerous.”

In the absence of a reply, Adora changed the subject to one she was more personally interested in. “Do… you... have any parents?” The water was deafening. Adora rested her head against the cold tiles. “I don’t. Everyone in the Horde either has family that’s a part of it or never had anything at all. I’m on that side of things. Alone. Was alone, I mean. The Horde is my family now.”

The purity of her surroundings gave Adora clarity to thoughts that had swirled around her head often. All around her, it was all white. A clean wall to project herself at, and a listening ear just out of sight. She knew she would be tired tomorrow, given how late it was, but introspection came easier at night, and until now she hadn’t had anyone else to talk with quite like this.

“If you do have family, I’m sure you’ll see them again soon. Everyone says you fought hard… was it a ‘territory dispute’? Something like that?” Endless rushing water, a white noise that made it difficult for the feline to think. “Things like that are always over quickly. And your family will be a lot safer within the Horde, I promise.”

Inside the shower, the girl’s head pulsated. Burning, fraught with chaotic, competing thoughts. The day’s events repeated back to her, but distorted and uncertain. Stung by something in her brain, she turned off the shower, breathless.

“And if you don’t have anyone, well, now you do!” Adora said happily. She waited patiently in silence, thinking of what her parents might have looked like and what they did. Fighters, she believed, but what were they fighting? Where did they go? For some reason, it rarely made her sad, thinking of them and who they might have been - and why they had to leave her. The possibilities were so numerous that it sometimes kept her up at night imagining them all. Long-lost descendants of the First Ones? Defectors from Bright Moon? Aliens?

The girl emerged from the shower wrapped in an excessive amount of towels.

“Catra. My name is Catra,” She repeated. “Catra,” Once more, quietly to herself, clinging tightly to the towels.

“Nice to finally meet you, Catra,” Adora said, smiling tiredly at her new friend. She stuck out a hand jokingly, and to her surprise Catra took it, mimicking the action but not fully understanding it. They shook hands awkwardly.

No amount of simulated battles could compare to the feeling of fatigue that washed over Adora, and so she resolved to get to sleep as soon as possible. She took Catra to the nearest changing room and encouraged her to pick out a size for her uniform. Whatever she took would be immediately replaced, the Horde was very efficient like that. It was a child’s white and red sleeveless shirt, with a pair of green slacks that were just slightly too long for her. She cut off the excess with a claw and refused to wear shoes, claiming to be far more mobile, and deadly, without them.

A short time later, Adora was face to face with her bed, worn out by a hard day’s work. Light snoring came from the other cadets down the hall; the Horde’s training program from day to day was more than enough to put the young recruits into a deep sleep. She collapsed onto the bed, groaning with relief.

“Oh, sorry,” Adora mumbled into her pillow. “You want bottom?” She turned over lazily to face Catra, whose eyes glowed in the dark.

“Keep it,” She said, pouncing to the top bunk in one swift motion. Some fidgeting later, and Catra’s tail dropped from above, swaying contently in front of Adora’s face. It was hypnotising, and Adora could feel her eyelids getting heavier. Before sleep’s sweet embrace could take her, though, Catra asked, “So, no bunkmate? Why not?”

Adora, exhausted and far too honest, said, “I think people are scared of me. Well, Shadow Weaver, which I get. But that means me as well, ‘cos she’s my tutor, y’know?”

After a long period of silence, in which Adora caught exactly four seconds of sleep, Catra said, “I’m not scared of you. Or her.”

“Mmm… good. Means… impress them tomorrow… the squad… and her.. combat test…” She went silent, breathing softly and clutching her pillow.

Catra stared at the ceiling and saw Shadow Weaver’s eyes stare back. Red now, not white. They faded into the dark before reappearing, barely visible, at the very end of the dorms, taking up a distrustful vigil over all. She scoffed and turned over, head down. In the black of her mind those eyes remained, becoming the only thought her brain allowed. She poked her head over the side of the bed and watched Adora sleeping. After a time, she too fell asleep, though it was anything but restful.

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5hfanfiction · 6 years ago

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Come Back, Be Here - Chapter 67

“So why is Camila sleeping on our couch?” Dinah raises her eyebrow at the green-eyed girl and Lauren just buries her face in her hands.

“Literally everything has been great up until this week. This week has literally been a roller coaster.” Lauren sighs.

“Walk me through it.” Dinah says as she ushers Lauren over to the couch. Camila is still sleeping at their house so Dinah took it upon herself to go over to Lauren and Camila’s house to talk to the green-eyed girl.

“Okay so it started on Tuesday night…”

“Lo.” Lauren hears a voice whisper in her ear. She groans and then opens her eyes to look at the bedside clock.

1:00 am

“I’m so sorry to wake you, but my stomach won’t stop growling. I’m so hungry, but we don’t have anything to eat.” Camila says and right on cue her stomach starts growling loudly.

“Camila, I’m sure if you go back to sleep that you won’t be hungry anymore. I have a big day at the art gallery tomorrow. I really need sleep.” Lauren rolls over and faces her wife. Her first mistake because Camila’s eyes are pleading and she has the cutest pout on her face.

“I just really really want some bananas.” The pregnant Latina says innocently and Lauren huffs. The older Latina throws the cover off her and walks to the bedroom door. She slides on her shoes and grabs her car keys from the dresser.

“Thank you, babe.” Camila claps her hands giddily and Lauren fights back a smile.

“Yeah, yeah. You better never question my love for you.” Lauren yells over her shoulder as she makes her way to the door.

“Well it doesn’t sound like much happened?” Dinah questions.

“Yeah well that was just what started the bad week I guess. If I don’t get a good night’s sleep I get kind of angry and then building this art gallery has kind of been stressing me out.” Lauren plays with her fingers.

“And you took your anger and stress out on Camila, didn’t you?” Dinah raises an eyebrow knowingly and Lauren keeps looking down. “Damn it, Ralph. Well go ahead and tell me about the next day. Tell me what happened.”

“Okay so on Wednesday…”

“Hey baby, what are you doing here?” Lauren stands up from her desk when Camila walks in her still under construction office.

Camila doesn’t say anything, she just shuts the door behind her, sets her purse on a cabinet, and walks over to her wife. She grabs her by the collar of her shirt and pulls her in for an eager kiss. Lauren doesn’t question what’s gotten into Camila, she just kisses her back. The younger brunette breaks the kiss long enough to hoist herself up onto Lauren’s desk. As soon as she’s sitting, she pulls her wife back in for a kiss. Camila strips her wife of her blazer and starts unbuttoning her blouse. However, Lauren gently grabs her wandering hands and breaks the kiss.

“What are you doing, Camz?” Lauren looks into her wife’s almost black eyes.

“I’m fucking horny, Lo. I need you.” Camila tries to free her hands from Lauren’s grasp so she can continue her pursuit of undressing her wife.

“Camila, the interior designers will be here literally any minute to finish up.” Lauren says as she eyes the door nervously.

“We can be quick.” Camila whispers seductively. Once Lauren lets go of her wife’s hands, Camila starts trying to unbutton the older Latina’s dress pants.

“Camila, this will have to wait until I get home. I’m sorry, but it would look unprofessional if the interior designers walked in on us having sex.” The green-eyed girl takes a step back from her wife and runs a hand through her dark hair.

“I don’t know if I can wait.” Camila grabs at Lauren’s blouse and untucks it from her pants.

“Just fucking stop, Camila!” Lauren throws her hands in the air and Camila slides off the desk and takes a step back from her when she sees the anger in her eyes. “My career is really important to me and I’m already not in the best mindset today since I only got like 3 hours of sleep last night.” The older Latina sighs and Camila’s bottom lip starts quivering.

“I’ll leave you alone. I’m sorry that I’ve been fucking things up for you.” The brown-eyed girl wipes the tears away from her cheeks and walks back to the door.

“Camila, wait. I’m sorry.” Lauren steps around her desk and follows her wife.

“Me too.” Camila grabs her purse and opens the door. When the door opens, Lauren sees the interior designers walking in the gallery.

“Camz…” Lauren tries to apologize one last time, but her wife slips out of the door and leaves before she can get another word out.

“Ooh you done fucked up big time.” Dinah shakes her head at her best friend. “And this is only day two of your story.”

“I know, I know.” Lauren props her elbows on her knees and buries her face in her hands. “I feel like pure shit.”

“You know I love you, but you should feel like pure shit. Not only did you deny your pregnant wife sex, but you also made her feel bad about her pregnancy cravings.” The Polynesian says pointedly.

“I know, I’m the actual worst.” The green-eyed girl sighs.

“Now let’s hear the next thing you did.” Dinah crosses her arms and Lauren rests her chin in her hands.

“Okay so on Thursday…”

“Thanks for meeting me for lunch, babe.” Lauren reaches across the table and takes one of Camila’s hands in her own. The green-eyed girl is glad that her wife forgave her for what happened yesterday in the gallery. When Lauren got home from work that night, Camila was already sleeping soundly in their bed so Lauren didn’t wake her.

“I’m always hungry. I’m eating for two, remember?” Camila places her free hand on her tiny baby bump. “So how is decorating the art gallery coming?”

“It’s great. One of the interior designers made a sketch of what they picture the place looking like and it looks fucking dope. I hope that when it’s all finished it’ll be a big success.” Lauren gushes and Camila smiles softly while she listens. The younger brunette loves to hear her wife talk about things she’s passionate about. She absolutely loves watching her green eyes glisten with excitement.

“Here is your glass of red wine. You told me to just surprise you with my favorite so I did. Pinot Noir.” She sets the glass of wine in front of the brunette and Lauren takes a sip of it and moans.

“That is good stuff. You have amazing taste, Shelly.” Lauren praises the waitress and Camila narrows her eyes at her wife.

“So I’ve been told.” Shelly winks at Lauren and Camila clears her throat rather loudly. “So have you two decided what you’d like to eat?” Lauren quickly picks up her menu.

“Shit. I haven’t even looked at the menu. I’m sorry.” Her eyes scan over the menu quickly.

“No rush at all. Take all the time you need.” The waitress bats her eyelashes at the older Latina and smirks.

“You’re the best. Thank you.” Lauren offers her a warm smile.

“My wife could probably figure out what she wants to eat quicker if she doesn’t have someone hovering over her.” Camila plasters a fake smile on her face and narrows her eyes at the waitress.

“Yeah um sorry about that.” The girl clears her throat as she quickly walks in the opposite direction of where they are sitting.

“What was all that about?” Lauren inquires and Camila avoids looking at the disappointed green eyes in front of her.

“She was flirting with you literally right in front of me and you seemed to be enjoying it.” Camila busies herself with smoothing out the napkin in her lap.

“She may have been flirting, I didn’t even notice, but I can assure you I was just being polite.” The older Latina quickly defends her actions.

“You know, I kind of lost my appetite and you should probably get back to the gallery.” Camila throws the napkin down on the table and stands up.

“This is absurd, Camila.” Lauren reaches for her wife’s hand, but Camila jerks it out of her reach and heads for the exit before Lauren can see her cry. “Camz!”

“And then when I got home that afternoon from work, I noticed she had packed a bag and was gone.” Lauren sighs and looks down at her hands again. “Then you texted me and let me know she was safe with you and I decided to give us both a night apart so we could cool down.”

Dinah reaches over and slaps Lauren upside the head.

“What the hell?” The green-eyed girl looks wide-eyed at her friend.

“You both don’t need to ‘cool down’ you dummy. You need to talk it out.” Dinah stands up and paces in front of Lauren. “That woman, she is carrying your child Lauren. Your baby is inside of her so of course she’s going to be acting all kinds of crazy. It’s called pregnancy hormones you idiot. I have seen enough movies to know that if your spouse is pregnant, you should let that woman do whatever the hell she wants and say whatever the hell she wants. If she literally punches you in the face, you should thank her. If she runs you over with her car, you should thank her. She has endured losing her figure, morning sickness, and mood-swings for this child and your body has not had to go through anything.” The Polynesian stops her pacing and looks Lauren right in the eyes. “That child is literally about to rip her vagina apart and if it doesn’t, the doctors will cut her stomach open and take it out. You should be doing everything in your power to make sure she feels happy and loved right now because that woman, your wife, is a fucking superhero.”

“You gotta drive me to the store. I fucked up.” Lauren stands up abruptly and heads for the door.

“The store?” Dinah quirks an eyebrow.

“Yes, Dinah, the store. I need to buy all the chocolates, bananas, ice-cream, and teddy bears that they have. I fucked up.” Lauren opens the door and turns to look at Dinah, her eyes sad and guilty.

“You did, but something tells me Mila will forgive you.” Dinah walks over to her friend and pulls her into a hug. “I love you, Ralph. Even if you are a naive dumbass 98 percent of the time.”

After buying the store out of all the chocolates, flowers, bananas, ice-cream, and teddy bears they could find, the two girls head back to Dinah and Normani’s house.

“You got this, Ralph.” Dinah offers her friend a reassuring smile before knocking on the door with her foot rather loudly. Both of their hands are full with groceries so neither could make a move to open the door.

“What in the hell…” Normani swings the door open and watches in confusion as her wife and friend stumble in the house with at least five shopping bags a piece. Lauren grabs a single rose, a banana, and a box of chocolates from the bag and then searches the room for her wife. “She’s upstairs.” Normani points to the staircase and Lauren pats her on the shoulder.

It’s not hard for Lauren to find which one is the guest room, she just follows the sound of Noah Calhoun’s voice and it leads her straight to her wife. Lauren carefully opens the guest bedroom door and finds her wife curled up on the bed in her pajamas watching The Notebook. Since the television is close to her, Lauren reaches over and turns it off.

“So it’s not gonna be easy, it’s gonna be really hard. And we’re gonna have to work at this everyday, but I wanna do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever. You and me. Everyday.” Lauren quotes Camila’s favorite scene from the movie and watches in adoration as her wife lets out a mix between a laugh and a cry. The green-eyed girl walks over to the bed and kneels down beside it. She places the flower and food next to Camila.

“They didn’t agree on much. In fact, they didn’t agree on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other every day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other.” Camila places a hand on Lauren’s cheek, her thumb stroking the smooth skin underneath it. “I’m sorry this week has been a roller coaster, Lo. My emotions have been all over the place.”

Lauren just shakes her head and leans in and captures her wife’s lips in her own. “Don’t apologize for anything, Camz. You are pregnant with our beautiful child so it’s perfectly normal for our lives to be roller coasters right now. I’m excited to be on the ride with you. I want to apologize for how I’ve acted this week. I’ve been somewhat stressed with the gallery, but I should’ve never brought that stress home with me or taken it out on you.”

“I should’ve never tried to fuck you at your place of work. That’s some Fifty Shades of Grey type shit and it’s not me. These pregnancy hormones just make me crazy horny and you looked like Blake Lively in A Simple Favor wearing that pantsuit and I just lost all control.” Camila blushes and Lauren chuckles momentarily before leaning in and kissing her again.

“Don’t ever apologize for being attracted to me, baby.” The green-eyed girl whispers in between kisses. Camila pulls her onto the bed and starts tugging at her shirt.

“Camren! Don’t have make-up sex in my guest bedroom, ya nasties!” Dinah yells from downstairs and Lauren chuckles before standing back up from the bed and offering her hand to Camila.

“Let’s go home.” Lauren says and Camila allows her wife to pull her to her feet.

“Finally, I’m fucking hungry.” The pregnant Latina leads her wife down the stairs and to the front door.

“Well let me grab all the chocolate and bananas…” Lauren starts to turn back toward the kitchen, but Camila keeps dragging her to the door.

“That’s not what I’m hungry for.” Camila practically growls and Lauren blushes.

“We heard that!” Both Dinah and Normani yell in unison as they watch the Latinas exit their house in a hurry.

“I’m hungry too.” Dinah wiggles her eyebrows.

“Baby, I’m too tired for sex tonight.” Normani groans.

“Sex? Mani we have a counter full of ice-cream and chocolate that I want to eat. Get your mind out of the gutter.” The Polynesian rolls her eyes playfully and pops open the lid on one of the ice-cream tubs. “Now grab two boxes of chocolates and follow me upstairs. I think Camila left her copy of The Notebook here.”

Normani grabs two boxes of chocolates and darts for the stairs. “First one upstairs gets to eat all the good chocolates out of the box!”

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classic-rock-roller · 6 years ago

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1. Your band and QR are scheduled to be guests on a film soundtrack, so you go to the studio. When you get to the recording booth, you see a body facedown in the corner. Your initial reaction is concern, but Bonham and Sean go and ‘poke it with a stick’, so to speak. Nothing happens, so Bonham kicks it. Still nothing. Sean then proceeds to flip it over, and you all see that it’s a CPR dummy used for stunts. How do you all react to knowing it’s fake? Is anyone creeped out?

Sean, Linus, and Erik breath a sigh of relief. Kevin is annoyed that it was there. Rudy and I are creeped out. and Carlos goes, “Aww, I wish it was a real person.”

2. It’s summer and it’s Chrissy’s 4th birthday. You, your band, Tom and his band, Bonham, Kevin, and QR are all outside with the kids and their friends, and since it’s summer you’re all wearing tank tops of sorts. At one point Chrissy goes up to Bonham and says, “Skyler wants to know why you always wear the same tattoos, aunt Bons.” Her little friend blushes next to her. You, Tom, Kevin, and Rudy are the ones within earshot of that question. How does Bonham answer the question and how do you all respond?

Bons gets down to their level and goes, “Because they are always in my skin. I can’t change them.”

Me: It’s like how mommy’s never changes remember.

Kevin and Rudy are giggling a bit over how cute the scene is and Tom is drinking a beer and talking to one of his bandmates.

3. You and Bonham are sitting at a table in your school library one day working on homework with your new friends Randy and Kevin. At one point, Bonham is mumbling a tune to herself when Kevin stops working and sits up. “What is it?” you ask. He says, “I hear angels, what is that?” Randy looks to Bonham who’s still engrossed in her work and says, “Are you singing to yourself?” She looks up and says, “Yeah, was I bothering you? Sorry I’ll stop.” She blushes and goes back to work. How do the three of you respond to that little exchange?

Me: That was so good. We need to start a band.

Randy: Yeah you should totally start a band. They’re a lot of fun.

Kevin: Yeah you should.

4. Bonham and Kevin are over at yours and Tom’s one day when your kids (aged 12-17) come home from school. Immediately as they enter the door, Sam looks at Bonham and says, “You have depression face.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks. “Your face is like, saggier than normal. and you have dead eyes. Depression face.” How does Bonham react to this, and how do you, Tom, Kevin, Chrissy and Cassie respond?

Bons: I do not.

While she looks away

Me: Yes, you do. I’ve known you long enough to know when you do.

Tom: What’s bothering you?

Kevin: Yeah

Cassie comes over and gives Bons a hug before whispering, “Love you, Auntie Bons.” In her ear and Chrissy looks at her with a concerned face.

Chrissy: Are you going to be ok, Auntie Bons?

5. Bonham’s trying to get you and Tom into Family Guy so you guys will watch it with her and Kevin. At one point, Tom says, “This show is literally just animated and voiced-over references to other stuff.” “Family Guy exists to remind you that there are good things out there, it can’t stand on its own.” Kevin replies, a little too quickly. How do you, Bonham, and Tom respond?

Me: Yup. I agree with Kevin.

Tom: I don’t get this show it’s really stupid and grates on my nerves.

Bons: Do you all just hate it? How?! It’s good.

6. You and your new school friends Kevin and Randy are visiting to the college band’s concert to see Bonham play her instruments (she’s in the concert band, symphony orchestra, and jazz group). During the show, she looks a little off, and when the jazz combo finally goes on and they each take a standing solo, she sways a bit. You don’t think much of it, so when it’s over you and Kevin wait in the atruim for her while Randy goes back to help her carry all her instruments out. Soon the atrium clears and you two are the only ones left. You eventually find the backstage area, and when you get there, Randy, who never yells at anybody, is talking angrily to her stand partner, asking him, “Why did you let her go onstage? She’s so sick she can barely stand!” The stand partner just says, “She’s principal. She has to show up or there would be no clarinet solo.” How does Randy react to this, and what do you and Kevin say?

Randy: Ok but you should have a backup just in case.

Me: Bons let’s get you back to our room so you can rest up you don’t look so good

Kevin: seriously dude, you should have just let her go home. Invest ina backup.

7. You and Bonham are going to one of QR’s parties, and when you get there, Bonham immediately asks where the drinks are. Someone says, “In the bathroom. Upstairs and to the right.” That’s an odd place. You go there anyway, and sure enough, the bathtub is full of alcohol, and a mischievous Kevin and Randy are mixing it. What do they say when you get there? Do you have some of the mystery punch?

Randy: Hi, welcome to the bar.

Kevin: Care for a drink.

Me: I am not having the jungle juice no way you guys mix stuff too fucking strong.

Bons: Why is it in the bathroom? People piss and shit in here. It’s very unsanitary.

8. You and Tom and Kevin and Bonham are out to lunch one day when a fan comes up to you. She gushes to everybody except Bonham. Not common, but not unusual. At one point, Kevin asks why she’s not talking to Bonham. The fan says, “Well no offense to you, Mr. DuBrow, but she’s slept with most of Quiet Riot over the years. I don’t trust her. That’s not what you do.” How do you all respond?

Me: Hah, have you seen Kevin’s body count including me? He slept with all the women in our band including Jess.

Kevin: Hey!

Tom: Jesus, lady, with the way you’re dressed you should be more concerned with yourself. You look like you need the metal gods...or Jesus.

9. You get a call from Kevin one afternoon when you’re out with Tom. “Bonham is in the hospital. It’s nothing serious but I thought you should know.” “What? Why?” you say. “Apparently she hasn’t eaten anything since Friday. She passed out. What’s your excuse? … She says she forgot. That’s crap. Anyway, I just thought you should know.” He hangs up. How do you and Tom respond?

I book it to the hospital and start to lecture her about taking care of herself while Tom and Kevin sit back since they wouldn’t be able to get a word in edgewise.

10. Bonham comes back to your dorm room after a bass clarinet lesson. Randy and Kevin are there. You ask how it went and she says, “It’s hard to move all the air I need to. The teacher said to picture a donut at the back of your throat, it’ll keep it open.” Before you can respond Kevin says, “Or this dick.” You choke on your water a bit and Randy laughs. How do you respond, and what do Bonham and Randy say?

Me: Kevin! Seriously? Don’t be a fucking creep.

Randy: That’s just Kevin

Bons: Excuse me while I go throw up in a toilet.

11. Bonham and Jay got called back to their high school to speak on a panel to seniors about life after high school. You and Tom and Kevin and Kenna (Jay’s girlfriend) all go to watch, and Chuck, her brother, is in the audience. The talk goes well, Jay tells of his military escapades and Bonham makes light of the times being in a band. Afterwards, the principal corners them when they meet up with you guys and says to Jay, “Phenomenal job, sir. I’m proud to have you defending my country. But as for you,” he looks to Bonham, “You were a disgrace. You didn’t take anything seriously. You only tried to make them laugh. What do you have to say for yourself?” She just snorts a little and says, “You told us to be honest, I’m not gonna lie. It doesn’t matter what you do as long as you love it and can make money.” How does the principal respond, and what do you all (you, Tom, Kevin, Kenna, Jay, Chuck) respond?

Principle: I mean...but...

Tom: Jesus dude, your thinking is ass backwards.

Me: Seriously dude we have fun and make money a job doesn’t have to be dreary

Kevin shakes his head at the dude.

Kenna and Jay are annoyed and Chuck goes, “Jesus dude. Way to crush someones spirit.”

12. You and Bonham always have music going, but she only plays Hoyt Axton when she’s homesick or sad. One day, you bring Kevin and Randy over to your dorm and when you get in Bonham’s looking at a piece of mail, this song by Hoyt Axton is playing, tears are leaking from her eyes, and she’s just mumbling one line from the song, which is, “They can’t take that away.” How do you three respond to that little scene, what does the mail say, and what does Bonham say to you guys?

I pull her into a hug. It’s a letter from her friend Jay he’s away in the military and she hadn’t heard from him in a while.

Bons: I really miss him.

I hug her, “I know I know. Bons.”

Randy and Kevin pull her into a hug and we have a huge group hug.

____________________

1) You, your singer, Kevin, and your singer’s friend Ash went to the movies to see the film Bohemian Rhapsody. Halfway through the film, you look over to see Ash completely headbanging to the music and your singer tapping her foot to the beat slightly and bopping her head. How do you and Kevin react?

2) You, your singer, Kevin, and Rudy are piled into the car because your singer is taking you somewhere fun. But she won’t tell you where. You pull up on an old garage looking building in a residential neighborhood in the middle of nowhere and she goes, “Here we are.” You look up at the sign to see it’s a pinball parlor. What do you, Kevin, and Rudy say and how does it go?

3) You, your singer, Kevin, and Randy are at a school function. While there, you find that they have karaoke. Kevin goes up and selects a Quiet Riot song to sing along to. Which makes you, your singer, and Randy roll your eyes. Afterward, the worker takes back the microphone and says, “Well...that sucked.” How do you, Kevin, your singer, and Randy respond?

4) You and your band are performing at a concert when all of a sudden, someone jumps up on the stage. He’s clearly drunk and stumbles over to your singer where he tries to take her microphone. Your singer wrestles with him before punching him in the face which knocks him out cold. How do you, Sean, Linus, and Erik respond?

5) Your singer is dating a college friend of hers right after she broke up with Kevin. The paparazzi have been trying to get pictures of them together for a while and one day you get a call. The person on the other end says that your singer has gotten into a minor accident while trying to evade the paparazzi. You rush down to the hospital to find your singer sitting on the bed and her college friend pacing. “Is it always like this? Do they never leave you alone? Are they never going to leave us alone?” What do you and your singer say and how does Mick respond?

6) You come over to your singer and Tom’s house to help them hang a painting. The entire time you’re there you and Kevin get this really creepy vibe from it. Your singer claims it’s haunted and she hates it but Tom loves it. Once you get it hung on the wall, about a half hour later you hear a crash and find that the painting has fallen off the wall and the glass broke. How do you, your singer, Tom, and Kevin respond?

7) It’s game night at your singer and Tom’s house and your singer brings out Clue. You, Kevin, your singer, Tom, Rudy, and Carlos are playing. How does the game go? Who plays each of the characters? Who wins?

8) You, your singer, and Kevin are at a Cinderella concert to support Tom and the boys. You’re in the front row and you can hear the guys conversation behind you. It’s about Quiet Riot. At one point one of the guys says, “Isn’t Kevin DuBrow dead? I thought he died.” Kevin whips around and goes, “I’m right here in your face, dude.” How do the two guys respond and what do you and your singer say?

9) Your band has been around for a very long time and one day, your manager comes up to you and your band and goes, “This film company would like to make a film starting at the beginning with you, BabyCarrot, Jess, Rhett, and Daryl all the way up to the current lineup of you, BabyCarrot, Sean, Erik, and Linus. What do you say?” How do you, your singer, Linus, Sean, and Erik respond? Do you say yes?

10) During the first day of filming the movie, you and your singer are waiting for shooting to start when your singer looks to the right. “Oh my god,” she hits you on the arm. You look with her and you find yourself looking back at two younger versions of yourselves talking with a young Randy and Kevin. Your singer tears up a bit. How do the two of you respond and what do the actors say when they come over to you guys?

11) You and your singer are drinking with Crüe and your singer has gotten very very drunk. All of a sudden, she leans on Mick and goes, “You know...you look like my boyfriend. Are you sure you’re not my boyfriend?” How does Mick respond and what do you, Nikki, Tommy, and Vince say?

@osbournebemydaddy your move, Bons :)

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mageofpuns · 6 years ago

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The first sermon?

Signless, restless and disturbed, tossed and turned in his small and empty recuperacoon, something not unusual for the preacher. Sadly, he was known to have many sleepless nights leading up to a sermon or while traveling to different areas, but this was not the case tonight. He had been out all day for a sermon, a large one at that. More trolls showed up than ever before, leading him to gain passion and determination the more faces he saw. He saw new faces, old faces, and trolls of all ages, the youngest seeming to be a four sweep old child and the oldest was nearly 11 sweeps. He was energetic the entire time this sermon went by, answering questions and promising things achievable if the rebellion won peacefully. Nights so grand as this would typically help the male sleep peacefully, without a second thought or a hint of a nightmare. However, not this time. No, something filled his thinkpan as he laid in the soft material, something he would rather forget. His first sermon, if you could have called it that at all. But, if the mutant hated that day so, why was he stuck on it so many sweeps later? Why even bring it up? Why not leave it in the dark memories he would often push back to keep his strong and confident composure? Simple: he was asked about it.

Signless often made a point to stay after sermons to try and speak with as many trolls as he could, of any age, blood, or state of mind. A troll could request to speak just to spurt hatred and poorly composed insults at him, and the male would still hold strong and say he cared for them and wished them well. In those cases, his sarcastic tone isn’t the most appropriate, however, that was when it was most evident. Many knew the candy red troll could be quite the sassy fella when need be, but tame otherwise beyond a few jokes here and there. From what a select few followers had told him, that was a charming quality about him. That he never truly fought back, but killed with kindness and sarcasm. This time, however, he did not have to face negativity from another troll. Rather, the last one to come to him was a small rust blood, no older than 3 sweeps old surely, with her small mouse-like lusus on her shoulder. She was scared of him, yet sure that she would not be harmed as she asked if even she could be loved like he speaks. He remembers that question lead the male to kneel down and comfort her, but her next question was what brought the preacher to now be restless. “What was your first sermon like?” If it hadn’t been for the sun threatening them all, he would have answered there. However, it was beginning to rise and lead the mutant blood to promise to visit her the next day to tell the story. Who was he to deny his past?

Sadly, sarcasm didn’t always get the man out of trouble. Far from it honestly. The thought of his first sermon brought light to that all too well. As did many others, however the first was the one that scared him the most. The day he was carried home by a stranger because he was barely conscious and bloodied beyond what a four sweep old should ever know. It was enough for his dear mother to become murderous and prepared to hunt down who hurt her young boy, while disappointed as he didn’t obey her. The memories burned into his thinkpan were enough of a punishment in her mind, of course, as she couldn’t yell at her boy in this state. With that in his mind, Signless began to think of the best way to explain it to the young gal that had asked about it just a little while earlier. Quickly grabbing some paper and a nearly empty pen, he was quick to write down this story;

“It was a beautiful day, I had spent it with my two closest friends and my mother in the wooded area behind our cave, practicing a sermon with dummies my mother had made out of rocks and hay once the dreams began. By now, I had been begging her to go out and get the chance to begin sharing with strangers in the small village, but to my constant confidence, she repeatedly told me no. It was ‘far too dangerous for a 4 sweep old that barely stood hip high’ according to my dear mother. She warned me that the world was cruel to those as low as I am considered, but I didn’t want to believe her. Sure, I had been threatened before, had rocks thrown at me, and shoved down so hard my lip busted open, but I wanted to trust that what I had to say was important enough that someone would listen and keep me safe. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Disciple agreed to keep my mother distracted as Psiioniic and I snuck away, helping her reorganize her fabrics and other supplies, as well as clean up after the storm had blown quite the large amount of leaves and twigs into the opening of our cave. I knew I could trust her to cover for us as it wasn’t uncommon for Psii and I to go wandering off to the nearby beach on the other side of the woods. As long as we were together, she wouldn’t even go searching for us out there. That being said, we took the first chance we could to slip away towards the village only two miles from our home, the one we saw Psiioniic in the first time. Once there, we realized just how busy it was. Grown trolls all walking with their heads high, anywhere from rust blood to teal, it was to be expected as the village’s market was known to be busy by noon. It was when all were awake or had a decent break from their designated jobs, long enough to get some shopping done for the next few days. It frightened my friend more than it did me, as he was sure to stay very close and watch every grown man and woman to pass us until we found an area with a fountain and a few benches that I could stand on. I picked a more central bench and stood on the very top with my head held high. It still barely made me the height of many adults around me. None looked over until I began to speak.

The moment I started to mention high-bloods taking care of those viewed as lower, and that word I called love, many stopped in their tracks. Only one stayed at first, listening to me. An older mustard-blood man, who when I would speak, would clearly focus on my words. He even offered me the kindest smile. It didn’t take long for me to gain the attention of someone else however. Someone much angrier and much colder than the kind old troll. This was an olive-blood woman. She shot such horrid gazes at me as I tried so hard to keep calm, but my voice gradually began to shake. I knew the look in her eyes. I knew that I would be in trouble if I continued, but the kinder troll moved to distract me from her, encouraging me to continue with what I was trying to share. He even yelled over the woman, screaming profanities and horrid things about my blood, keeping it so I couldn’t understand it all. But, this brought more attention to me, not in a good way. More trolls joined in to scream about how they wanted to see my mutant blood spread among the rock and coloring the water within the fountain. One even saying they wanted to see my face change color as I drowned under their force. That made Psiioniic stand with me, threatening to hurt them with his powers if they weren’t careful..

That’s when the first attack happened, that’s when the first woman went up and shoved him off of the bench. I heard my friend cry out, and my entire body froze and everything went numb. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of him to shield him from the next smack, landing right on my left cheek with a painful sound that echoed. I wanted to cry, but I had to stay strong. Instead, I told her how she clearly never knew love, that someone so unkind as her was that way because she was alone. It didn’t go over well. That’s when another troll punched me in the gut, leading me to hunch over, and before I knew what happened, the olive-blood kicked me in the nose and knocked me back on top of Psiioniic. I just kept trying to preach, but by then I was crying so hard. My mother was right, and there I was, so young and so sure that was the day I would die. The sight of gushing blood from my nose seemed to flip something in the two attackers minds as they pulled hair out of my head, scratched my limbs and tore my clothes by any mean, saying a mutant didn’t deserve such luxuries. That I didn’t deserve life. By the time they were done with me, my dear friend that never moved far looked as though he rolled in mutant blood mixed with some of his own. I couldn’t stand, speak, not even see from my left eye as the sky above me swirled like a hypnosyst’s tool to take over my thinkpan. On my mind wasn’t Psii, wasn’t if my words reached anyone. Every thought was about my mother, will I see again or will she find me dead?

In a painful squeak, I called for help. Psiioniic yelled for it, but everyone ignored us. The kind mustard-blood from before had been beaten as well. Not near as bad, but his nose was quite clearly broken now and his lip busted. I passed out after seeing Psii run off to speak with him, and the next thing I knew, I was home in my hallowed out recuperacoon. My mother above me, tears streaming down her cheeks as she was clearly bandaging my legs and looking over every bruise, mark, and cut. I could hear Disciple crying as Psii told her what happened, the last including that the kind old mustard-blood died from blood loss, being attacked again once he picked me up. He used his last bit of life to bring me home. His last words were to my mother that he believed that I could change the world, and that for him I did in his last hours. That saving me was the best thing he did, and after death he would continue to serve my cause.”

That was where Signless had to end his writing, the ink had run out and his eyes were too clouded with tears as he thought of the kindness shown to him by one man. If it weren’t for that act, he’d be dead. It didn’t take long for Psiioniic to come in, as Signless wasn’t the quietest crier, hugging him and reminding him that it was necessary. That it was why the sermons continued back then. For that mustard-blood, he was who brought them all that starting hope. The preacher agreed as he slowly calmed down, falling to sleep as his friend too returned to his own bed for the night.

Both woke early the next day to make the trip to see the young girl and her mouse mom, but upon arriving, they saw a destroyed hive. It was small and fairly kept when it came to the area around it, but broken into. The door kicked in and windows shattered, proving whatever had happened was intentional. As Signless walked in silently, he was afraid for the worst outcome possible, but a small cry could be heard from one of the blocks. The young girl was left curled up in her toy pile, the blood of, what he assumed to be, her lusus on her hands as she cried. At first the young troll didn’t notice the male, but ran to the preacher the moment she saw him. It took some time to calm her down, but when he did, she told him what had happened. Her lusus was shot down when they were coming back from the village. A large man that towered over her picked up the guardian without another thought of the girl until she screamed at him, causing the troll to turn and sneer at her. He had forced her home, kicking the door in when she refused to wait here without her guardian “He had two long scars on his face and a cold, blank eye.” The girl cried. .

Of course it was him. It was always him. Why couldn’t that stubborn old troll use other ways for the mutant to know he was back in town? Damn Dualscar, that old friend of Signless’ against what anyone outside of his closest group. He knew who he needed to go find today once she felt safe once again, and knew the preacher would do what he could to ensure she would grow up to be a strong young troll. He told her the story she asked for and ensured her all will be well. With a blank look in his eye, he headed to the shore after, close to sunrise, alone of course. He wasn’t going to risk being seen by someone he didn't want to run into. Instead, he went to the cabin on board the so horrifying Orphaner’s ship, opening it to see his old friend hunched over the desk, working away. It wasn’t shocking.

|hah,, I can’t type for Dualscar so here it is. I really hope someone enjoys this.|

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cipzi-shop · 4 years ago

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charactersand we will start with the fact that by the end of the show the Indy outlined a lot of plot points without giving much thought as to how characters might be motivated to reach those plot points to a huge chunk of season eight is spent on dialogue rationalizing plot points that don’t really make sense the student be half as many as a beautiful green snow should do nothing today lifted the moment the case fell the battle was over to a friend that just burned 54 in the county know they don’t make sense of they have to spend a lot of time rationalizing them is on memory keep all the stories in order for the plot to progress as outlined everyone especially characters in earlier seasons were defined by the cunningand intelligent decayand a total dummy woman is my season eight this was you might say foreshadowed in season seven by little fingers downfall which only works of every character involved in the subplot took a bunch of stupid pills that you little finger doesn’t like that Ari is back so he tries to pit the two sisters against each otherand play some surviving for some reason despite knowing what an untrustworthy ass hat he is that I now switcheroo stand accused of metadata stand accused of treason how do you want charges Bayless hello everyone knocks down many an intelligence unit watches this worthless subplot bleed out on the floor because the character of little finger is redundant nowand we don’t know what to do with him so goodbye to it takes Ariand sunset entire season to realize they’re being played over nothing basically but here in season seven everyone cut a case in addendum’s which only worsens in season eight forgot about beerand sleep in the idea that the sisters were on the little fingerand were just playing along the whole time is good head cannon in theory by well here’s a quote from Isaac instead writing plays brand actually seen that clearly got cut a short scene with salsa where she knocks on brands doorand says I need your help or something along those lines so basically as far as I know the story was that it suddenly occurred to something that she had a huge CCTV department at her discretionand it might be a good idea to check with him first before she gets her own sister so he just ranand ran tells her everything she’s known she’s like oh no sounds you have been done duty after the should show that was season five sums onto stand there happy that at least one of the women got to be in charge without having to be put down Michael Geller that if we made for a moment be honest with ourselves her entire character has been one massive train wreck ever since season fiveand little fingers like hey Mary the son of the guy who murdered your entire familyand she’s like all okay this is the fast track to Raytown escapeand in season seven she completes her evolutionand the lady finger stripped of all Pecos because to be in the female empowerment shedding your humanity until you are a stone cold badass but you know the kind you only does some hideously inhumane executions to be clear I am not on the sponsor he trained I just think they popped a squad over her character just like they did everyone else my season eight everyone’s gushing over how smart something is she’s evolved into her final form unlike in earlier seasons where her intelligence would come out for these moments of her being more quick thinking that people expected and it would be bad the amount of ore by her playingand her enemies arrogance so you’ll be outside the gates the bank doesn’t discuss plans for super goes through grace to write to close reading about God’s they see my brother will you pretend she now gets these girl badass moments that built not on the lesson she learned includes landing is set on high sciences earlier defining attributes was her compassion that she cared about people despite the pain she was in the books she never loses essence of compassion but get smarter about figuring out who is worthy of itand who is playing her for their own advantage here in the show that warmth is totally extinguished compassionand appeals to goodness her friends not as a strength but as immature weakness that she needs to outgrow sheep little guy was she dreams you never learn new empowerment sunset doesn’t act like someone who would take pity on a drunk night in Joffrey’s wrath or someone who would have any ounce of empathy for someone like the house like she didn’t seem to something the Crips doesn’t bother trying to call me other womenand children what she did during the siege of King’s Landing in season two new empowerment song to spend the whole battle trash talking to NARA’s between final Dragon Queen who unlike salsa is out there risking her life out the tool will be dead season it keeps telling us what something is she thought that she smart that she shrewd but nothing in her actions support that earlier something would know to keep her mouth shut about someone she was suspicious of me while new empowerment sunset won’t shut up about how much she doesn’t like to NARA’s Y during some of the entire Kings landing storyline keeps herself alive by feigning loyalty to Joffreyand Circe with you paying for the cost have mercy on us all to me even if she did plan on undermining to NARA’s I guess the Indy kind of forgot that one of salsa’s most important lessons is when to feign respect to Delhi what dragons eat anyway whatever they want something evolution mirrors the Starks as a whole the compassionand ability to define the Starks is one of their biggest asset in the end they’re no better than the Lancers’s trust you will don’t know you know she’s not one of us change their house motto from winter is coming to you got mine because that’s female empowerment of the show runners I’m glad I got raped actually Mr the hound it made me a cool girl badass finger stayed in the so something is a northern separatist now for some reason even though now is not the time they remember what happened lost dragons both yet nothing nothing happened when a on the Conger invaded the North Bend the knee immediatelyand join the seven kingdoms without a fightand nobody died the countryside was not burning aided the time was called the King who knelt for a reason I guess someone kinda forgot they remember what happened lost dragons both sworn I read the lowest king in the north was tarring stock human needs my ancestor egg until Gary there are cases to be made for an independent North doing well in the past this whole situation in winter felt we have written for season eight data actually makes pretty good case for United seven kingdoms will you sure dead howling to feed the great the good thing we got to reach a part of the seven kingdoms which also happens to support the nurses claim it wasn’t even that they had it on lot before the NARA showed up with all these mouths to feed this time he wouldn’t have enough food special enough the armies of the North back to defend with how are we going to feed our own people was a problem at the beginning of the season is set upand promptly ignored what dragons eat anyway you know what salsa it doesn’t matter don’t worry your empowered little head about itand join us dragonsand supplies from other regions now that it’s winterand you all have a common enemy you seem determined to dislike like they did yesterdayand will get to the nearest but what they did the sauces depressing sauces only purpose the season is to have an unfounded suspicion of the nearest which only proves to be found in when the nurse does something completely nonsensical otherwise the nurse has essentially given all of her resources to defend winter felt east on the promise of the guy in chargeand salsa still like now I don’t like the cut of her gym Y by the end of the stupid dumb battle of winter felt the nurses prove yourself worthy of being a queen about as well as one can expect in this universe is forging alliances doing battle keeping her promises to her followersand to her allie The stink eye over to NARA’s makes no sense she never even lived to the target area is hurting her family the operative word Matt King burned her grandfatherand uncle to death but she sure did Circe you know their common enemy whose family wiped her own out sauces mistrust of the nurse only makes sense if you’re writing from the end forward telling us she is smartand her intelligence is really just writer clairvoyance giving salsa suspicions without giving her any reason to have them other than the writers know how the show will landand they want something to look smart Dragon Queen does not have to do them or maybe I do know sauces jealous because the nurse is pretty surely they would never come I anyway within the fan favorite recall that my seasoning held late season five is nothing to doand no reason to be here that people like him so here he is planning a different ending for bronze plate when I had some character development seven during the Lutra attack Ron loses his goal in a very symbolic moment even leaves it to risk his life in a big way to save Jamie with no mercenary reason for doing so is this a sign of character development is Braun changing his ways knowand guess who gets the worst subplot of all time you do you do you boys are of goldplated so Circe asked Bron to go murder her brothers as you do she do the trees Bron fast travels to winter felland holds the Met arrow pointand tells them he thinks their side will win because dragons so he blackmails Jamieand Terryand into giving him our God will hike better than okay so for those of you playing the home game high garden is the capital of the reach of the now extinct house Tyrelland the breadbasket of the seven kingdoms the most populous yes there are probably still many Tyrell’s next in line to claim the reach to say nothing of the other great houses in the reach with a much better claim to theand install certain no name is Lord of high garden because of black male under a queen that was only clean for five minutesand yeah that’s going to go over well with all these other lesser houses in the reach high God but okay we do not see Bron again into the finale where not only is now the master of coin money before the rules but hearing is apparently made good on that whole promise made it gunpoint thing so Braun will go to Fargo paramount reach of most of you should have written offand that good night liked Ariana Harris but okay here he is still cooland in a season has turned pretty much all the charactersand the stupid dumb dumb Zakaria situation for shit because the plot needs them to be open there is one character who tactical nosedive probably hurts the most one character was arguably done dirtier than the nearest season it’s Lord Ferris the best there is the master of whispers becomes the master of loud treasonous conversations great creek like Ron Taveras is a fan favorite but the show runners clearly had no idea what to do it after season for because his character starts wildly deviating from his passion but like to stuff you should select to pick up your shit out of I guess in his case they’d figure right around this laterand they did so by making the smartest guy in the realm of total dumb dumb there is in the books wants to instill a guy on the throne who may or may notand probably is not be the lost son of Ray Gardner egg on target areaand the next in line to the throne if we have a target area restoration fans call him saying on the show we don’t have they gone but there is need something to do so at the beginning of season five interiorand cross the narrow sea with the express intent to support the nurse now even though there is totally try to have her assassinated in season 1 last night it asked how to I do would have to be done apparently she’s willing to move past that is when the training of the Eno in a world where executions are routine this seems like kind of a reasonable threat he has tried to have her assassinated beforeand here we are one season later again with poisoning dragons but then in season eight he will she make a sad face at dinner meeting you’re not really getting to me runners I guess she does ignore his shitty advice which has no consistently been shitty ever since they got to West Roseand is in this case as it turns out wrong from a tactical perspective they do in the battle easilyand with minimal casualtiesand know they did next need to restand no food was never an issueand resources were never an issue so why bother having this conversation but there is finds out that John Snow is the actual egg on target areaand was he has the better claim to the throne does what he wantsand you know what is the season for some trees in the well I will dedicate myself to seeing you behind because I want to dragons in the best rationality can come up with Rivera’s wanting to support John over to NARA’s is the philosophy that the best person to rule is the person who specifically doesn’t want to rule if you consider the best to be someone who doesn’t want Robert was neither not local recently have no interest in being well meaning as John keeps failing upward so that tracks mentioned nominally being for the good of the realmand then immediately reversing your state the moment you see a young guy whose neighborhood County love him be like wow yeah that some leadership material right there is a map which makes them more appealing to the rules of Western the problem is only makes sense if you are the audienceand you seen John Snow’s temperament for the last eight seasons there is on the other hand has not there is no reason to like or trust John Snow other than he likedand trusted Ned gas who wasn’t actually his father anyway there’s only just met John Snowand in universe has no reason to think that he’s a better more tempered choice than to NARA’s unless he knows what the audience we the audience know about John Snow but from the outside looking in the narratives all over the place John Snow’s only been in charge of the North for like a weekand it’s kind of been a shit show came back sure what for the first three episodes of season she’s a war hero dragons that sacrifice half for troopsand one of those dragons to save humanity the only thing she doesn’t upset for that mildly questionable is the patient about wanting to takings landing except she’s not wrong about anything mentally have left exhausted the fight better if you have time to restand recuperate well clearly they don’t I promised you I would look you in the yardand speak directly if I ever thought you were making a mistake well maybe your advice shouldn’t have been so uniformly badand maybe he was mad that she went against his advice but that particular advice again ended up being wrong King landing was stupid easy to take because battles are easy now because we need to wrap this shit up the city last time it was attacked by note better than anyone it will for tomorrow’s based on what those dragons have the fortitude of hummingbirds up until now it seemed pretty evenly matched you know whatever Solaris who has sacrificed all the rally much power to the nearest immediately switches sides the second he discovers that there’s a poutyand decisive male alternative with great hair but the nearest has at this point done nothing to make Barris logically want to switch sides one time she went against her advisers advised before this was to save John Snow you know that guy that there is wants to betray to NARA’s forand so he starts telling everyone who John Snow is doing so makes more or less the exact same mistake that led start date in season one only way stupider this is way more recklessand way less motivated than what Ned did in season one John abdicated that other thing you can do I don’t want to never tell John Snow knew a guy who did abdicate until your mama screw this of John Snow Jones there’s a scene in the second episode of game of thrones season one in which John Snow asks Ned Stark met his motherand then responds with this stream burden motion to’s this is eventually going to come to something emotionally charged an important so are you even start with this long section from the moment in many ways John Snow is emblematic of everything wrong with the way the series handled its resolution a big emotional profound set up with the flaccid confusingand meaningless pay off from a plot perspective most of the major letdowns from all of the moment to set up are pretty much tied in the John Snow the Whitewater plot of which John was the key point of view character are plus L equals J the mystery of John’s parentage which kind of indirectly kicked off the plot of the whole show John Snow being brought back from the dead by the Lord of lightand of course John’s love for to NARA’s culminating with her murder done in an uncharacteristically dishonorable way after Johnson is resurrected they keep making this big deal about how he must’ve been brought back for a reason to you wants realize why I don’t know what indeed was the point well considering the call you did during the long night I’m guessing the Lord brought you back so you can blue ball to NARA making her go crazyand ultimately instill brand the broken on the throne good job Lord of late like her plot was this existential threatand been built up for eight seasons predicated on a historical long night that lasted an actual generationand nearly wiped out humanity last generation casos is making was John’s principal antagonistand his main motivation for the run of the show but not only was the big bus easily stepped away by a character that had nothing to do with the Whitewater plot the long night was about as long as a viewing of Titanic with a couple of bathroom breaks downand instead of merely living out humanity it wiped out about one half of one Army seamstress the author argues actually Western Markand we learned that after that’s done it doesn’t enter that the world of men was to preoccupied with political squabbles to worry about an endless fortified zombies because all you need to do in the existential threat is the one special knife of no importance is a recurring problem which ties in with what we were talking about the last episode subverting expectations despite the fact that it doesn’t work for the story are used training as a faceless man builds not at all to this could have been anyone with a strong tenure jump yeah the fact that the 19 focuses is wrap on Brandon John Snow means that Brandon John Snow should have been involved here is a Mina Jones now needed to do this but he needed some resolution other than spending the battle screaming at his new archenemy on the Dragon tended I also saw one idea that Shearman Cheney killed 19 you know bring that old Kingsley are thankful for that would’ve been cooland give Jamie a reason for existing but enough of it made sense John’s main motivation is farting out of existence without any of his involvementand 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I Can Kiss Away the Pain: Chapter 3

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Raven's POV

"So you know where the living room and bar area is, so I don't have to show you where that is."

He took my hand in his without thinking. He led me to the elevator, and we went down a floor. Once he realized he was holding my hand, he let go of it. "Sorry. I didn't realize."

"It's fine. I actually liked it." I smiled up at him, something that I've never done until today. "It felt nice. I've never had the pleasure of being a relationship where my hand is held, and I'm not being abused."

He linked his hand back in mine and looked down at me, his ice blue eyes piercing through mine as if he were searching for something in my soul. "How could someone so beautiful and innocent as you be put through the stuff that you have?"

"I'm not beautiful, and I'm not innocent. I deserved that stuff. I'm a fuck up."

"No, you're not. Raven, listen to me. You are beautiful, even with all of those scars. You are innocent, in my eyes, you are. You were abused, and you didn't know how to cope with it. Me, on the other hand, is not innocent. I've killed people. I used to be an assassin."

"Really? I don't peg you as an assassin. You are so kind and caring."

"Thanks. I changed with the help of Steve."

The doors of the elevator opened, and he led me out to the, I assume it was, training room.

"This is the training room."

I looked around. There were dummies hung up against one of the walls. There was a sparring mat and a wall that had different kinds of weapons hanging up on it.

He led me back to the elevator. He showed me a few more levels; there was the other residential level, the Avengers' Meeting Level, the computer/ study level, and the science lab level. We ended back down at the living room and bar level.

Tony was there, and I stayed close by Bucky. Tony seemed like he was sober.

"Raven, I'm sorry about earlier. I wasn't right in my head. I'm sorry that I had hurt you. I'm like the crazy uncle that you can't get rid of."

I slightly smiled.

Tony looked at Bucky's hand locked in mine then back up at our faces. "Are you two a thing? Racky is happening?!"

"No! We aren't dating," Bucky said.

"Awwhh, man. Racky needs to be a thing."

Bucky chuckled. He looked down at me. "Raven, can you go back to your room? I need to talk to Steve and Tony."

I nodded and walked out of the living room and to my room.

Bucky's POV

Tony told Jarvis to tell Steve to meet us in the living room area, and Steve walked in a few moments later.

"What's this about?" Steve asked.

"It's about Raven. Can she live here?"

"Doesn't she already have a home?" Tony asked.

"She does, but she's abused by her parents. She has anorexia and self-harm problems because of them. And she's an alcoholic, too."

"That's her problem, not our's," Tony said.

I glared at him. "She tried to kill herself last night. That's when I found her. I saved her. She needs someone to show her the light and to protect her."

Steve and Tony pondered for a moment or two, then finally agreed. "She can stay. But on one condition: she cannot speak to anyone of the Avengers' or S.H.I.E.L.D.S.'s information or missions. If she does, then we'll have to wipe her memory and send her back to her house."

I nodded, analyzing what he was saying. I was going to make sure that she wasn't going to break that one condition because I don't want her to have to her memory wipe, as mine was, and then send her back to that hellhole of a home. I looked at Tony. "And I will not threaten you on one condition: you do not say anything to her like you did earlier. She practically lives in hell. She does not need that in her life right now." I looked Tony in the eyes and growled, "If you do, I'll rip your throat out. Understood?"

"Understood," Tony replied, looking me back dead in the eye.

I left the room and walked to Raven's room. She was standing at the large picture window, staring out at the city. I slowly walked up behind her, not making a sound. "Raven." She jumped at the sound of my voice. "I'm sorry for startling you."

She looked back at me. "It's fine. I'm easily startled, anyway."

"Steve, Tony, and I have talked, and we've decided that you can stay. On one condition: that you do not say anything about the Avengers' missions or anything relating to us to anyone."

She nodded. "I understand."

"Do you have anything back at your house that you want to get?"

"Yes, actually. Could we go and grab my stuff today?"

"Absolutely. I'll go with you if you want."

"Please." Her voice was a whisper. "I'm afraid to go alone."

"OK. Come on." She slipped on her Chuck Taylor's and joined me at the door frame. I walked to my room to retrieve my leather jacket with her behind me. We took the elevator down to the garage. I slipped on my jacket when we reached the door. I grabbed the keys to the black mustang and led Raven to the mustang.

"Man, I was hoping for a 40s motorcycle," she joked.

"You want a motorcycle?"

"Hell yeah, I love motorcycles! I love livin' in on the edge."

I smiled and walked back to the key rack, hung the mustang keys up, and got the keys to my motorcycle. It wasn't a 40s motorcycle, but it was from the 80s. I led her to the motorcycle, and her grin grew into a huge smile.

"Nice taste. 1986 Yamaha Virago 1100. Very nice."

"You know your bikes."

"Yep. I've always wanted one since I fell in love with motorcycles."

I smiled. I know what I'm getting her for Christmas.

I climbed onto the bike, and she got on behind me. She wrapped her arms around my waist. It was a nice feeling to have someone so close, them wanting to be there without fearing me. I don't know what it's like because everyone has feared me. I drove off. "What's your address?"

"39th Street. It's the apartment building on the corner," she whispered next to my ear, her breath was warm on my neck. The hairs on my neck stood up on their ends. Her chin was resting on my left shoulder, where the metal of my bionic arm met the flesh. I smiled at the thought of her not caring about my arm. We arrived at her apartment building about 5 minutes later. She unwrapped her arms out from me then got off, and I got off after her. She walked up to her apartment with me right behind her. She opened her apartment door to reveal a woman of about 45 years, passed out on the couch, and a man of about 50 years, half-awake, sitting in a recliner with a beer bottle in his hand. We snuck past the man and tiptoed to her room, which wasn't hard for me since I was used to sneaking up on or past people. She quietly shut the door behind her and locked it.

Her room was so pitiful. She didn't have a bed, just a dirty mattress on the floor with a dirty pillow. The walls had crimson splattered on it. I had a feeling it wasn't paint. There was a window with tattered curtains. It was probably the most sketchy ass place I've seen so far in my life. I kept eyeing the red stains on the walls, and Raven noticed.

"Someone was murdered in this room before we moved here."

"And you stayed in here?!"

"It's the one place I could escape from my parents for the most part."

She grabbed her book bag and started to pack stuff. She grabbed a composition notebook that had 'Novel Ideas' written on the cover, her laptop, some of her clothes, her school books, I assume, and some bathroom necessities. She zipped her book bag up, grabbed her phone, and grabbed her galaxy painted skateboard, and we left the room.

The man, I assumed her dad, was fully awake when we tried to sneak back out. He rose out of the chair, beer bottle still in his hand. "Who is this?" His words were slurred. I stood in a fight stance in front of Raven, just in case he attacked. "Some guy for you to fuck then leave his ass on the street?"

My blood was boiling. I clenched my hands into fists and gave him a death glare. I wanted to rip his mouth off and shove it so far up his ass, he'll be able to taste his stomach acid.

"Leave me alone, you ruthless son of a bitch!" Raven snarled at him, and I was taken aback slightly at her language. To be honest, I thought it was kinda hot.

"What did you call me, you little worthless piece of shit?"

"You heard me, you bitchy ass twat," she shot back.

Before I could stop him, his fist shot out and connected with her nose, breaking it. I heard it crunch, and a stream of blood gushed from her nose. There were tears in her eyes as she held her nose, blood staining her fingers.

That had done it. Bucky was gone, and the Winter Soldier had resurfaced. Her dad went to swing at her again, but I caught his hand in my metal hand, crushing it. He screamed out in pain. I looked at her, still gripping her dad's hand. There was something in her eyes when I turned and looked at her, fear maybe. "Raven, go to the motorcycle." She didn't need to see me like this. She clutched her bookbag with one hand, and her other hand was still holding her bleeding nose as she ran out the apartment. I looked back at her dad, death in my eyes. I wasn't going to kill him, no, but I was going to leave him wishing he had never hurt her.

Still gripping his hand, I flipped him over on his back. He jumped up and swung the beer bottle at me. It struck me in the head, breaking, but it didn't faze me. I punched him in the stomach, and he doubled over. I grabbed his head and flipped him over again. He jumped up again before I could put my boot on his chest. He swung the broken beer bottle at me, cutting me on my forehead.

"Shit." Blood began to trickle down my forehead, right between my eyes. I swung my boot at him, my heel connecting to his chin. He fell to the floor, unconscious. I fled the apartment and ran to the motorcycle where Raven was waiting for me with her bookbag. Her nose was still bleeding. There was blood on the top of her shirt. There was blood stained on the skin on the top of her breasts. Her tank top was a little low cut, but hey, I wasn't complaining. Stop thinking like that! She'd never love a monster like you!

"You're bleeding on your forehead," she stated.

"And your nose is bleeding. Do you want me to set it back?"

"Please."

"It's going to hurt," I said, placing my fingertips on the bridge of her nose. I set it back in place, and she stifled a scream, her scream coming out as only a whimper. She was shivering from the cold. She wrapped her arms around herself to keep herself warm from the harsh November wind. I took my jacket off and handed it to her.

"No, you're arm is going to show."

"So? If anyone sees and tries to threaten me or come after me, the rest of the Avengers has my back."

"But, you're gonna get cold. Plus, it's just my arms and hands." She paused as if she was thinking of something. "I know a way I can keep my arms warm." She was grinning. "Get on the bike."

I did as she said after slipping my jacket back on. She got on behind me. She slipped her arms under my jacket and wrapped them around my waist. Her arms and hands were ice cold, but I was used to being touched with ice cold things. She scooted closer to my back until I felt her body pressed against my back.

"See? Now my arms are warm, and you didn't have to take your jacket off."

"You're arms are so cold, though! How are they so cold?" I chuckled.

"My hands and arms are always cold. It's just the way they are."

I turned my head to look at her, grinning. It felt amazing to have someone's arms around me without them fearing me. I don't know how she doesn't fear me right now, right after breaking her father's hand and then knocking him unconscious. "Are you afraid of me?" My smile faltered slightly, as the fear of her saying that she feared me saddened me.

"No. Why would I be?"

"Well just considering I broke your father's hand then knocked him unconscious, I thought you'd be afraid of me."

"I'll never be afraid of you. You were protecting me, which no one has done for me since I was in elementary school."

My heart skipped a beat, my grin growing into a smile. I don't know what this girl is doing to me, but I've never been as happy as I have been since I saved her yesterday. I was so lost in the ocean of her eyes that pulled me under the surface that I didn't realize I was leaning in, and so was she. She looked at my lips then up to my eyes then back down to my lips as she had closed her eyes as she continued to lean forward. Her hand reached up and started to wipe the blood off my forehead with her thumb. I snapped back into reality and jerked my head back.

"We should get going," I breathed. God, why are you tempting?! We drove off, her arms still around my waist under my jacket. Her hands and arms started to warm up from my body heat as we drove through the city.

#marvel #writers on tumblr #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x oc #fanfiction

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jacobsonofalltrades · 7 years ago

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Day 11 - Rice Terraces, Temples and a New Resort

It dawned on us at this point of the trip that we had only scratched the surface of all of the amazing things to see in Bali. Visitors can literally spend weeks going on day-tours to incredible destinations on the island, be it ancient temples, rugged volcanoes, underwater exploration of shipwrecks, etc. We had been taking it relatively easy, but it was time for some sightseeing.

We hired a driver for the day to take us to some of the bucket-list spots in the area surrounding Ubud. We had come to embrace the magic (and infinitely more comfortable temperatures) of early morning exploring, so we started out around 7 a.m.

Our first stop was the almost impossibly picturesque rice terraces of the village Tegalalang. The secret is out on this one, and it tends to get very crowded with visitors as the day progresses. The local landowners are no dummies, and they have taken to charging the tourists who plod through their fields on a quest for the perfect photo. Knowing that we would do the exact same thing in their situation, we had no issue paying the small donations along the way.

The purpose of these terraces is to cultivate rice, not leisure hiking, and the pathways were pretty steep and narrow. Since I was dressed for temple visits, my outfit was wholly inappropriate for this endeavor. While letting Matt walk past me on one of these pathways, I slipped ankle-deep right into the thick black mud.

One of the men in charge of this particular swath of rice terrace took pity on me, and expertly washed off my sandals and muddy extremity in an adjacent stream. Based on his nonchalance and speed, it must happen all the time.

While I did give the guy a tip for helping me out, I was not feeling a ride on the rope swing he was running. Instagram is chock full of videos featuring glamorous girls on rope swings over the rice terraces, but I learned my lesson five years ago on a different swing in Mexico. On the last day of that trip, we were at a swimming hole in the middle of nowhere, and I sprained my wrist on a makeshift rope swing before plunging into the water. The swing at the rice terrace looked a touch more sturdy than that, but I didn’t feel like spending another summer in a brace.

Speaking of glamorous Instagram girls, we were very entertained by a behind-the-scenes look at how all those beautiful photos are taken. In the photo below I was watching a hilarious scene unfolding a few terraces below us, which involved a girl in a flowy red dress playing set director while her sweaty boyfriend/husband/manpanion lugged around a large camera, tripod and backpack full of gear. Without fail, the girls would artfully pose for a few seconds, march back to their guy to review the photos he had taken, make a face, and tell him to do it again.

I typically play photographer on our vacations, but Matt really stepped it up this trip (aren’t these pictures lovely?). Hopefully I was nicer to him than some of my counterparts on the terraces.

The terraces are truly a feast for the eyes, but a bit challenging to navigate in soggy leather sandals. It was time to move on to our next stop.

Pura Tirtha Empul is one of Bali’s most important temples, and Hindu visitors from all over Southeast Asia make it a point to stop here. The most unique feature of this temple is the natural hot springs, discovered in AD 962. The water is believed to have magical powers, and priests come to the springs for holy water. The springs bubble up into a large, crystal-clear pool within the temple, and gush out through waterspouts into a bathing pool just outside the temple walls. Visitors are welcome to bathe in the pool, where each spout has a different spiritual purpose, but we had a long ride ahead of us and preferred not to spend it in wet clothes.

Our driver informed us that the large modern house above the temple is where the president of Indonesia stays when they visit the region. While on the topic of presidents, the Obama’s also happened to visit this temple during their visit to Bali last year.

Our next stop was Goa Gajah, which translates to “Elephant Cave.” Elephants are not native to Bali, so the origins of the cave and its name are uncertain. It is estimated that the cave dates back to the 11th century.

One note for women traveling to Bali - women are asked not to visit temples if they are menstruating, pregnant, or have recently given birth. I had read about this ahead of time, but it was still a bit jarring to see the “no menstruating” signs.

The rock carvings outside of this cave are the real attraction, as is entering the doorway through the mouth of a demon. The inside of the cave is T-shaped and bare for the most part, though there are fragmentary remains of the lingam (phallic symbol of the Hindu god Shiva) and its female counterpart the yoni.

The cave is surrounded on one side by souvenir vendors, and on the other side by lush jungle and remnants of historic fountains and pools. Guess which side we spent more time exploring.

The last stop on our whirlwind tour of sights around Ubud was the Tegenungan Waterfall. We were very glad to see it, but it was also a real schlep to the bottom (over 200 steep stairs down the side of the cliff). We felt very accomplished when we got there.

However, that meant we also had to walk 200 steps back UP the side of the cliff. By this time it was almost noon, and it was brutally hot in the strong sun. We were overheated, tired, thirsty and cranky. I stopped into the scenic overlook to try out my best Ethan impression, as my baby brother has a knack for expressing exactly this feeling in the most beautiful places.

The map below is a big fat liar, and it took closer to two hours to drive from the waterfall to our next hotel, as traffic can be very unpredictable and our driver decided to save the ~85 cents on the toll road. I didn’t mind too much, since I am an expert at car napping.

After snoozing through most of the “rush hour” traffic on the drive south (sorry Matt!), I awoke to our swanky new hotel in Nusa Dua and immediately made myself at home.

I settled under a beach umbrella, made friends with the bartender, and enjoyed somebody else’s beachfront wedding in the comfort of my bikini. Ah, paradise.

The piña coladas in Bali were so refreshing and not overly sweet like they typically are on this side of the world, as they are actually made with fresh pineapple and coconut rather than bags of syrup.

It’s been way too long since I mentioned food, so let’s cut to lunch at Spice, the hotel’s Southeast Asian fusion restaurant. Whole 30 was a distant memory for me at this point, so I ordered the grilled king prawn and avocado wrap with tomato and avocado salsa AND a heaping pile of french fries. I also went to town on the basket of prawn crackers (or shrimp chips as I called them), which are commonly found in Bali and other parts of Southeast Asia. As my dad would say, I’m on vacation!

Matt ordered seafood kwe tiaw - wok fried rice flatted noodles with seafood and vegetables. When I say seafood I mean JAM PACKED with seafood, including mussels, prawns, tuna, and squid. Matt was in heaven and repeatedly questioned how they could fit this much seafood in this one dish.

Matt also was impressed with his first white/green colored mussel!

We had to wait until 3 p.m. to check into our hotel room, and my oh my what a hotel room it was. When the porter brought us up with the bags, the first words out of my mouth were - it’s bigger than our apartment! And it was. Matt’s travel rewards points voodoo magic at it again.

This monstrosity is apparently known as a “Hollywood King” - two queen beds smushed together. Perfect for avoiding your spouse on vacation ;)

To cap off a marathon day, we enjoyed high tea service poolside. Matt was new to high tea in general and fell in love with the fresh clotted cream that accompanied the scones. After that, we managed to keep our eyes open just long enough for some sunset cocktails and amuse-bouche, followed by channel surfing on our hotel room couch and an embarrassingly early bedtime.

#balitrip

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