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serena-hart-09 · 3 years ago

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How to Survive Your Yandere Demon Boyfriend and Live with in Peace and have Fun

Chapter 2: First Come, First Serve.

Author Notes: 1) This is a cross post from ao3 fic.

2) Italics are for flashbacks.

3) All the “Books” are “canon” in my AU. (As in the AU that I am writing) (An AU in AU)

Tw: Swear words ; Bros (Leaving Lucifer) being mean to reader/mc ; Blood ; Violence (Like one punch) ; use of Pact ; Insults ; Reader being mean ; Abandonment Issues ; Self-esteem Issues ; Self Deprecating Thoughts ; Bullying.

Others: F!MC/Reader ; Yandere Lucifer ; OOC Lucifer.

Yandere AU X Replaced AU

Yandere Lucifer X F!MC

I hope you like this chapter!

Returning back to the House of Lamentation felt different.

Like I had been reborn from what had happened.

Lucifer cleaned himself with magic and drove both of us back. From that moment, he hasn’t let go of my hand even while driving.

Arriving at the entrance of the House, he kisses me on my forehead and smiles lovingly at me. I too, smile at him and start to walk towards my room. He suddenly pulls me back with a cute whiny expression, I chuckle at him, “Beloved, I am only going there to pack my stuff so I can move in your room.”

At this, he lights up again and reluctantly frees my hand from his iron grip, “Please come quickly…… I shall keep my room door open only for you……” I close the distance between the both of us and kiss him on the cheek, “I love you.”

With this, we part ways and move to go back to our rooms. I think of what how I will move everything from my room to his. Hm….. Probably, I should start from clothes and hygiene products first?

….

Its….

Very quiet.

…

Maybe all of them are sleeping?

That would be good cause I don’t want to deal with their shit this late in the night.

I need my sleep too, goddamnit.

Entering my room, I take out two suitcases from the closet and start to put all of my clothes in them.

I fold my clothes neatly and keep them in the suitcase, humming a song happily.

Thank the stars that any of those idiots aren’t here!

“OI human!”

…..I spoke too soon.

I begrudgingly walk to the door and open it, irritation clear in my face, “What? Mammon? I don’t have time for you so just go, I am not going to do any favors for you.”

Mammon looks at me shocked, he opens his mouth and closes it. Then, his expression turns sour, “Why you-”

“Mammzy, don’t hurt her, please? For me?”

Ah, yes.

This was remaining.

The entrance of the Grand Bitch.

Irina.

She looks at Mammon sweetly, “You shouldn’t do that…. What if we do end up hurting her?” she looks at me with mock sympathy, “After all, she does helps us with our homework! We need her alive and well!”

….

I think back at the past, thinking about how stupid I was. To believe in my “first man.”

Mammon and Irina were talking to each other in the cafeteria. I look at them as they laugh, jealousy filling in my heart. I shake my head thinking that I was being unreasonable….

But……

It all had changed….

After she came.

No one wanted to spend time with me anymore…..

Everyone was after the heart of the new girl.

Leviathan said that Irina and he are a team so I now was not even invited to play with him anymore. Even if I was…… It was Irina who would tell Leviathan to invite me, “Leviachan, look at her she seems lonely….. how about we invite her with us……. That is if you are alright with it.” Leviathan looks at me with disinterest but agrees to it anyways. At first, I thought that she truly wanted to be friends with me and everyone else…….. but her gaze was mocking. Smiling in “sympathy” at me.

….

That’s not right….

I must be imagining things……..right?

But I was right…..

Even while playing Irina would always distract Levi whenever I tried to talk to him. When I tried to talk to her, she would then talk to Levi. Either of them pretending as if I did not exist……

At some point, Levi lost it and, “Ugh! Would you shut up?! I am talking to Irina here! Haaaah….. why are you even here?”

….That hurt.

Especially from someone who would always talk about my favourite animes and games with me….. something that I couldn’t share with many people….

“Leviachan…. I am so sorry….. after all, it was I who told you to bring her…… I thought we would have fun together……” she pouted and looked at me…

With those same eyes……

I looked back at Levi…… He only looked at me as if to say, ‘would you please get out?’

….

I went outside his room, in silence.

As I was standing by the room’s door, I could hear their laughs…..

And as it is……….

Something like this wouldn’t be the first time……

Even Simeon………

He wouldn’t even try to let me meet Luke…………

After that, no matter how I try…

All of them, would in the end come to detest me.

To a point, they did not even acknowledge my existence….

I tried to tell Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos even Solomon…..

But….. I was unlucky…..

Because, all four of them had to go to the Mausoleum, for some….. “Business”

I was all alone…….

But even still there was one single ray of hope…..

Mammon.

It seemed out of all brothers (leaving Lucifer) he did not abandon me.

Even though the moments between us were short they were enough for me to keep holding on.

So, I instead smiled and stride over to him.

“Hey, Mammon?” I call out to him in a small voice. He looks at me, “Oh Human! Great timing!”

“Oh-oh?”

He scratches the back of his head, “The thing is I need your help…. With somethin’…. Can you do my homework for this week?”

…

I did not know what to do….

But I felt as if I decline his request, he would desert me as well….

No.

I don’t want to be alone.

“Sure!” I say with a smile. Mammon smiles and dumps his unfinished work in my hands.

…..

Like this, one week became two. Two became three. Three became……. You know how it goes.

I would do my homework and his…..even if I had to pull an all-nighter.

And then, even the short moments that I had with him were stolen away…..

The moments that did “remain” were filled with my scream and cries.

He would hit me if his homework was unfinished.

He would call me names.

“Bitch.”

“Whore.”

……

Why did it all turn out like this?

“M-mammon. I-I sorry…. I-I was not feeling well today…. So, I took some rest…………p-please stop…..”

“Tsk, ya are really useless. Stop with yer drama. Do the fuckin’ homework or else I’ll leave you all alone. Ya hate it, right?” He grins at my pathetic form as he roughly grabs my hair and slams me on the floor. My head starts to bleed.

“……Why……..? What did I ever do to you?”

Without a care in the world, he leaves my room laughing at his victory.

Imagine this happening almost every week.

……..

Why………..am I so weak?

When did it all come to this?

Earlier this day, I had to come in his room to give him this week’s solved homework. When I went near the door, I heard Irina and Mammon talking, “Riri, yer idea was really good! Thanks!”

Idea?

“Of course, Mammzy, I just wanted to help you! Besides, it was you who mentioned that she was good at her studies! So, it’s your idea, technically speaking.”

Huh?

“Yeah but…… you are the one who told me to use her to do my work! To be honest, yer the actual genius! She is an idiot dog who hasn’t realised it yet! Really, she is only good at that. Other than that, we all don’t need her.”

Use…. Me…..?

He used me?

Idiot dog?

……

Of course……

Of fucking course!

Hahha…

Hhahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahaha!

I am the idiot!

…..

Why am I like this…..?

Mammon opens the door, “Ah, its you. Is it done?”

“What did you mean by, ‘using her’ Mammon?” I ask instead.

“Huh?” Mammon looks at me ever so innocently, “I don’t know what are you talking about. Do ya, Riri?” he looks back at her, smirking at me.

“Not at all~” Her sickeningly sweet voice comes from his room.

He laughs looking right in my eyes.

…….

Not even an apology, eh?

And so, I ran from there………

Outside the house, in the deep forest…….

Crying and screaming my heart out……Because I know that I am not needed here……. My existence is nothing. All the bonds that we created they all were for nothing!

I am a fool to even think that only he…….

“I knew it… it was you….”

I suddenly stop, as I recognise that deep voice.

I turn around slowly………

…..

“Lucifer…….”

He was covered in blood………

He looks at me and smiles with a childlike excitement.

“Are you proud of me?”

…..

Mammon.

He was the final nail to the coffin.

For all of this.

“Oi, can you even listen to me? Or have gone deaf?”

“…”

I had enough of this.

“Tsk, it seems ya finally turned into useless junk. Need to tell Luci to throw you out.”

“….”

“Really……… I wish that I had not met ya.”

“Wow, the feeling is mutual.” I finally speak out.

Irina and Mammon look at me surprised.

“Hah? What did you say to the Great Mammon?”

“Oh? It seems that it is your hearing that is bad. Or are you so much of an idiot that you don’t know the meaning of the word, “mutual”?” I laugh, “I mean, what should I expect from a useless, selfish bastard like you?”

I laugh out even more.

I feel as if one strand that had been wrapped around me, that I had hold onto with the hopes for this hell to stop, had now burned and thrown away.

Mammon raises his hand to hit me, “You little-”

“Kneel.”

With a big thump, he drops down on the ground.

At first, he is confused as to how would he end up like this.

He looks at me or…. Tries to.

He looks at my grin and his eyes widen with realisation.

The Pact.

Irina looks at the scene with no idea of what is going on.

I start to command him in Demonic tongue, “Don’t tell anyone about the fact that I used the pact on you. Especially, her.” I point at Irina, “If she does gets to know of the pact, you will not make one with her, ever. You will keep this conversation a secret, from everyone. It will be our secret.”

I grin at his writhing form.

“Mammon?” Irina’s pathetic voice asks him with eyes full of concern.

“Ah, don’t worry, I~Ri~Na~ I have used a spell. His voice was annoying!”

“You- how could you? Are you insane?! What has happened to you?!”

“Maybe I am insane?”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. Mammon, get out of my room now and take her with you.”

He gets up due to the command and holds Irina’s hand tightly, bruising her wrist.

“M-Mams! My hand! Let go! It hurts!”

I smile at the scene in front of me.

“Mammon?” I call out to him.

I then, again command him in Demonic tongue, “Don’t come into this room again.”

“…”

I look at him with a wide and sadistic smile. Both of them flinch with the unease.

“Mammon, I deeply regret caring for you. I really do. You truly are what your brothers call you, a scumbag. And that? That will never change. You are a useless, selfish, good-for-nothing bastard. An idiot. Every word that spills out of your mouth is stupid. But one thing that you said today was not.”

My smile turns twisted and mad as I see the tears threatening to fall down his eyes.

“I truly wish with all my heart, that I had never met someone as dirty as you. So, get out, filth. And take her with you. I need to clean this room now, thanks to you. And yes, before we forget-”

I punch his face with the gift that Lucifer gave me on the way back home.

Metal knuckles.

He groans in pain. Tears now falling down freely.

I laugh at him.

I feel as the pleasure in me starts to rise up and up, engulfing my body.

Is this the feeling of power?

To be the one in control?

To be the one to abuse the power given to me?

I like it.

I want more.

“I bet you liked it right? You are a masochist, after all. Tsk, you did, didn’t you? I knew it, pathetic whiny ass.”

He looks away from me ashamed of himself.

“He-Hey! How could you say that to him?!” Ah, yes. This pest is still here.

I sigh, “Get out now, and take the bitch with you.”

“What did you just call me-ugh!”

I see as that bitch is dragged out by that filth.

I sigh in relief and lay down on the bed looking at the ceiling.

“Kukukukuku…….hahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!”

I completely give into my pleasure that had engulfed me a moment ago.

I laugh a little more and then get up to pack my belongings.

After packing two suitcases of my clothes, I look at my room for the last time. The memories of countless movie nights and game nights flash in my mind. Innocent laughs and smiles, different flavoured popcorn, anime marathons……………. Now there was nothing but silence.

I shake my head steeling my resolve of not letting myself fall down due to this.

‘I am better than this.’ I think to myself.

Just when I opened the door, I see my love’s face.

“I was getting worried about you………… You were…..late……” I chuckle internally, as I see the imaginary puppy ears on his head. I look at him blushing, “I am sorry……. It was just that……. Your dear brother came in here with that……woman…..” I look at the ground to hide my anger. Even now, I still wish to strangle her until her face would contort into the ugliest one while trying to fight for her life……. That would be nice……

“…… Did they give you any trouble?” he asks worried and…. a little angry too.

“No. I think I handled it pretty well. Even if they come back to bother me….. let’s just say the next time would be the last time…….hehehehehe”

“My, I never knew you had a side like that. Though, I’m not complaining.”

“Blame your brothers and her for that.”

“……..I am ….. I am sorry….. I know for the fact that I should have done something to…. Help you but-”

“I don’t blame you.”

“…..!”

“I never blamed you. You were busy, doing your work. It couldn’t be helped.” I give him a reassuring smile.

“Darling………”

“Please Lucifer……. Don’t blame yourself for all of this……. It’s not your fault.” We hug each other. He protectively holds my figure and places a small kiss on my head.

“How could you be so perfect?”

“Well, I have the perfect lover.”

“Flatterer.”

“You too, are one. Don’t lie to me.”

At this, he laughs. It sounds genuine.

He looks at the suitcases then at me. He snaps his fingers and the luggage vanishes.

“What-” I look at the now empty space with surprise.

“Magic.” He looks at me with a big smile on his face trying to stop from laughing out loud. “Don’t worry its all in my room.”

“Ah, yes. The solution to all problems.” I say rolling my eyes.

He shakes his head fondly and holds my hand, “Shall we?”

“Lead the way, lover boy.”

While walking I could hear Irina crying in Asmo’s room and him trying to calm her down with words of love and encouragement, and most of all a promise for “revenge”. I smile at the stupidity of these idiots. They think that mere threats and pranks could make me weak?

What happened today was just the beginning.

The true story of the book will start tomorrow.

Teehee!

End Notes: Do not Repost without permission! (Reblogs are ok.)

#shall we date obey me #obey me fic #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #yandere lucifer #yandere obey me #obey me replaced mc au #replaced mc #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #how to survive your yandere demon boyfriend and live with him in peace and have fun #book of evil

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ready-to-obeyme · 4 years ago

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[OM!] College!AU Zoom University Headcanons

For the 7 Demon Brothers + Solomon

Scenario: Headcanons about how you interact with the demon brothers online during online lectures via Zoom (an online video platform that universities have been using to teach classes) and their habits using it

Notes: gn!MC, Considering most universities (including mine) are all online AGAIN fall quarter and we’re going to be using Zoom forever……. i kinda wish i DID have online classes with the demon boys (and Solomon)

Lucifer

Video off, mic off, no profile pic just the typical first and last name, so you don’t really talk to him but you do see his name pop up in the Zoom chat to ask clarification questions

Accidentally has his mic on sometimes

First time you interact with him is when you private message him “hey, I think your mic is still on” because everyone can hear his brothers arguing in the background

The mic is soon turned off and you get a response back “thanks. Sorry you had to hear all of that”

“Yeah no prob. How many brothers do you have anyways?”

“Too many.”

Thus starts your relationship with him as zoom buddies, asking each other privately what the professor just said and some clarification questions

If you’re shy about asking stuff, he has no problems asking for you; never makes you feel dumb about your questions

first time you hear his voice during midterm season when the professor doesn’t see your messages (“you’d expect them to know how this all works by now” he messages you dryly) and he asks his question out loud before the professor can move on

(lowkey think he’s hot just from his voice)

Then highkey finds out he’s hot when his video is accidentally on for a few seconds when he’s distracted with Asmo or Mammon in the background

Bonus points if you tease him about it

Shows up at office hours when the TA is late and you just talk to him, exchange emails and numbers ;) y’know for homework help

If you’re going to do group projects, he seeks you out first-- god forbid he’s stuck with someone who doesn’t do the work ONLINE

Mammon

Mic is ALWAYS accidentally on until the professor mutes him or tells him to mute himself

“Oh, sorry prof!!! My b!!”

Private messages you on purpose to ask a clarification question because he doesn’t want to seem dumb asking it to everyone or to the professor

You wonder why he chose you but then you realize it’s because you had asked a question yourself earlier in the lecture or answered a question

It becomes a recurring thing-- like EVERY lecture

If you’re not annoyed at him, then you might suggest that the two of you share a document for notes or tease him about just having you teach the lecture if he’s confused

“Actually, that sounds great!” he types to you before you could say jk “that’d help me a lot, thanks!!”

Smh why did you sign up for more work for yourself but oh well, he seems like a nice guy

Is also a very attractive guy, you realize, when you schedule a zoom meeting with him and actually see his face

Realizes why he keeps asking questions is because he plays card games on a split screen instead of paying attention to lecture (same tho)

Invites you to join him by private messaging you a link to join (and you do eventually when lectures gets boring)

Sometimes sends the invite link to the whole class by accident

He admits he wouldn’t even attend lecture and would just watch the recording but you’re always there so he goes

Which means you suppose you should keep going to lecture if anything to have him go as well

Leviathan

Already the master of online classes tbh and has no problem with the format

Finds it kind of annoying when there’s technical difficulties, but he just quickly switches to a tab to watch anime

Probably is just watching anime on another tab if the lecture gets boring or slow anyways

He’s always the first one to answer forum/discussion posts because he’s just very tech-savvy and good at replying to people

First interaction is probably him answering one of your questions on the discussion question and from then on after you start messaging him privately during lecture when you have a question you think he can help with

A little hesitant on helping you, but you’re also just really nice to him so he’s okay with helping you, I guess

Give him your email? Why? So he can send you the book pdfs and previous practice tests of course, why else??

O-Oh, you want to add him on social media? Just to ask for homework questions right? Okay, yeah, sure! o////o

If video is on, you see the reflection of anime in one of his mirrors and casually ask him which episode he’s on

Has never been so shook or attentive in his LIFE

Satan

He is a godsend during every breakout room because he ACTUALLY TALKS instead of leaving you in a quiet room alone with three other strangers

You think you’re lowkey in love with him when he has no problems volunteering to present to the professor and putting his thoughts into words so eloquently

He also appreciate you talking during discussion too, and enjoys the conversations the two of you have while you’re not even sure the other blank profile pics are even there anymore

He’s the one to suggest making a shared doc to share notes and study together-- the man is productive and efficient about this, what can I say?

Manages to convince you to go to office hours with him and meet up for studying hours and ooooh he’s hot

He’s actually a very good study buddy, especially when he’s teaching you something you’re confused about, but also just good to study together with (when you’re not too busy staring at him)

The only reason why you’re focused during class because he’d look disappointed at you if you weren’t-- that’s on you for caring about what he thinks, but he’s just so PUT TOGETHER how do you NOT look up to him?

Finds out that he’s actually just a mess like everyone else when his brothers come in during one of your study session and he says “excuse me,” mutes the mic and goes off screen; you can see some shadows in the back as satan shoves his brothers out of the room and manhandles them till they leave

Is kind of embarrassed he forgot to turn of video too but you just think it’s funny because you relate to the lack of privacy of online classes (and perhaps annoying siblings)

Asmodeus

How the hell does he look awake and lively at a 9am lecture class????

Is that make up??? Is he… wearing PANTS??? (you don’t remember the last time you put on actual pants)

The most functional-looking person in the entire zoom lecture, asides from the professor

Has video on all the time-- because honestly why wouldn’t he? He actually looks good

Definitely not paying attention most of the time, and you see it on his face

Messages you first when you actually wear something nice for once because you’re going to go to the supermarket afterwards

“Ooh, where’d you get that accessory??”

The two of you end up not paying attention AT ALL and instead just gush about each other’s outfits

Definitely is not afraid to ask for your social media so you can follow each other and ask for homework help I guess but MAINLY to talk to each other because online classes can get sooooo tedious

Really really wants to be able to meet you in person someday when it’s safe (“we’d look so cute together!!!”) but settles for facetime or zoom meet-ups

Really does not hesitate to make friends and make the best out of social situations despite remote format bless him

The only time he doesn’t turn on video is after a night of drinking with his brothers (“it was mammon’s birthday” he types into the chat with you, “ugh i’m probably going to go lie down, let me know how lecture goes”)

Beelzebub

Always eating-- even if this wasn’t online, he’d also be the one to bring snacks-- his whole LUNCH to class to eat so this isn’t too surprising

You think it’s hilarious when he actually brings his laptop or phone (whatever he’s using zoom with) to the kitchen and literally makes dinner during the lecture

Sometimes you watch his tiny video of him putting stuff into the oven than the lecture slides and you bet your entire class is doing that too

Sometimes you ask him jokingly what he’s cooking and you’re surprised when he pauses and answers your question mid-dinner making

“Lasagna. You want some?”

“Yeah send it over through mail bro”

You don’t actually know if he’s actually retaining any lecture information, but apparently he’s doing decent enough-- still, if you offer to share your notes, he’d be so grateful

“Where do you live?”

“Ldfjalskjd why are you going to send me food?”

“Yeah. What’s your address? I’ll send you a box of cookies or something.”

Basically he just does NOT care what the entire class sees him doing; he could be cooking, eating, working out-- he’s listening to the lecture out loud but he’s giving you a show (whether it’s a cooking show or a work out video depends on the time of day)

Belphegor

If the lectures are recorded, you’ll never see him, especially if the class is early in the morning LOL

If you do see him during lecture and video is on, he’s always in his pajamas or sleep clothes, a pillow in front of him

During discussion, if video is required, he probably has a screenshot of himself awake as a profile picture so he can snooze away pretending like he’s actually there

You definitely notice because he’s the first video to show up in your gallery and his video is like never moving HAHA

You finally message him when the TA splits you all into breakout rooms when you’re all supposed to be finding the answer or discussing something to be shared later

Kind of awkward at first because he’s like… asleep, but when he wakes up blearily, he does participate-- if only for your sake and for discussion points

“Hey… wake me up if the TA or professor asks us any questions, will ya?” he says as he puts his head down and sleeps

Since you and him are now officially breakout room buddies, you message him when you have a question and know that he’ll probably respond to you by the end of class because he actually knows the material despite sleeping through half of the class

Is actually very appreciative of you that you volunteer to speak on behalf of your breakout room if no one else does because that means HE doesn’t have to do it

Bonus:

Solomon

The one to make the groupchat/slack link and send it to everyone in the class so we could actually help each other in the class

Shares a link to a google folder with resources

Highkey more useful than a TA sometimes

Super helpful, efficient, and charismatic… but suspiciously so

Like where did he get all these pdfs? Where did he get all these 100% test from previous years? And-- is that an answer key??? To what???

Video isn’t on ever, so you have no clue what he looks like… until you’re in the same discussion as him and he turns on his video for breakout rooms

He always, ALWAYS sits at the island in the kitchen and sips coffee whenever you have discussion with him

Responds back to you almost immediately if you ask him questions during lecture (because honestly, why not-- he seems smart and has his life together) but if anyone messages him in the groupchat, surprisingly takes a while to reply… maybe he’s busy?

Anyhow you’re not gonna question it; you’re gonna pass this class and Solomon is carrying everyone to an A+

#obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me #ZOOM UNIVERSITY BABY

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p-artsypants · 4 years ago

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I’ll Handle This (2)

OMG! Part 2 is here!!

I'm still finishing up two other fics, and this one's on the back burner for a little while. I apologize for pauses between uploads. I hope that makes it worth it!

Ao3 | FF.net

Plagg arrived at school on foot, which startled several people.

Of course, his choice of dress could have influenced that as well.

"Dude, what are you wearing? And…did you walk to school?"

Plagg held out a second coffee to Nino. "Yep. And as for what I'm wearing, I picked what I thought would make my father the angriest."

"Did it?"

Plagg turned around. "I'm not bleeding am I? I had to break a window to get out of the house."

"Dude!"

"So am I bleeding or what?"

"N-no, you're not. But what's gotten into you? You usually fold like a paper crane when it comes to your dad."

"Ooh, nice analogy. I'm usually pretty partial to Jello left out on the counter at room temperature, when it gets all melty and chunky."

Nino blinked. "I repeat, what's gotten into you?"

"Just tired of being a doormat."

Nino gave a little punch to his shoulder. "Hell yeah, stick it to the man!"

"But my dad's not the only problem I'm trying to fix."

"Oh?"

"You know Lila's a pathological liar, right? And that she's been sexually harassing me for the better part of a year?"

"WHAT?!" Nino shouted.

"Yeah, she's really good at manipulating people to get what she wants. Like how she got herself invited to my photoshoots. Don't know how that happened but it's super unprofessional. Also, she got Marinette expelled. Remember when she said Marinette pushed her down the stairs and garbage? Total lies. She only backed out of it when I threatened our 'friendship'."

"Why didn't you tell me about this before?! Lila's been babysitting Chris! And Ella and Etta! She said she was a certified babysitter!"

"I mean, Marinette's been telling everyone she's a liar for a while. So…"

"Well…" Nino rubbed the back of his head.

"Well what? What reason did Marinette give you to doubt her?"

Nino winced. "…I can't really tell you…it's not my place, and Alya will kill me."

Plagg threw his arms up in the air with a groan, nearly splashing coffee on his crop top. "Is there no communication with you people!? Just talk! Enough with the secrets!"

Nino blinked. "Uh…what other secrets are you talking about?"

Plagg shook his head, realizing he'd spilt a few beans. And some things really did need to remain secret. "Ugh, whatever. Doesn't matter. You just…spill!"

"No way dude! Marinette's my friend, and I won't tell her secrets without her permission!"

Plagg rested a hand on his shoulder. "You're a good dude, you know?"

"Oh so now it's a good thing that I'm hiding stuff from you? Pick a mood."

Instead, Plagg took a sip from his coffee. Having a human tongue again was so weird. It was a complexed organ with equal taste buds, instead of the 'smelly savory' he was used to as a kwami.

And if Adrien didn't like cheese, it wouldn't be likely that Plagg would still enjoy it in his body. His eyes glanced around the entrance of the school, taking notice of all the people who were side-eyeing him. Nearly everyone had their attention on him and Nino, though they were trying to be sneaky about it.

Humans were so funny.

And then he noticed Marinette approaching. She looked awful. Big bags under her eyes, dragging her feet, slouched shoulders. The look of a guardian who was downtrodden and exhausted.

"Hey Nino, wanna see something hilarious?"

"Absolutely."

"Here, hold this." He handed him his coffee. Then he tighten the sleeves of the flannel around his waist and ran full speed at Marinette, his arms out at his sides. "MAAAARRRRIIIINNEEETTTEEE!" He shouted.

Hearing her name being shouted startled the poor girl, and she seized up, holding her arms to her chest. Plagg collided with her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug and lifting to spin her around several times.

"Ad-d-d-rrrriiieennn!" She exclaimed, as she was rag dolled around.

Finally, he set her back on her feet and patted her on the head. "Sorry, you looked like you needed an extreme hug."

A big smile emerged on her face, accompanied by a very endearing blush. "Thanks Adrien. I did! I feel better now!"

Plagg knew it would take more than an intense hug to fix everything on Marinette's plate. There was likely more bothering her than just the loss of Master Fu, too. But he was out to fix Adrien's problems, not hers. But hopefully, one of his problems would directly help her.

"Um…" Marinette started, looking him up and down. "Your father let you out of the house like that?"

"Oh, absolutely not. I snuck out."

"Adrien!" She gawked.

"It'll be fine." He waved her off.

Alya approached them, her jaw on the floor. "Adrien, what was that?"

Nino was just a step behind her, giggling.

"Have you never seen an epic hug before? Nino, you need to step up your game."

"I guess I do!" Nino chuckled. "Here's your coffee back, dude."

"Thanks." Plagg took the coffee with one hand while the other stayed firmly over Marinette's shoulder.

"You're being kind of friendly with Marinette this morning, aren't you?"

Plagg shrugged. "I just happen to think her shoulder is a really nice arm rest."

"Did you ask her permission?"

"Oh, you know, I didn't. Can I put my arm around you, Marinette?"

Marinette's giant panicked grin and a high pitch squeal was the only response he got.

"I'll take that as a yes." He squeezed her.

"Oh!" Alya chirped, taking out her phone. "Lila had an akuma in her room last night! Ladybug and Chat Noir stayed afterwards and hung out with her afterwards to make sure she was okay! She gave me this interview for my blog—"

"FAKE NEWS!" Plagg shouted, startling everyone around him. Alya almost dropped her phone.

"What?" She asked.

"I said, Fake News. There was no akuma last night."

"How do you know?" Alya got defensive. "The akuma alarm only goes off when someone sees the akuma. It happened so late last night, that no one was awake."

"I have an akuma sixth sense." Plagg explained, ignoring Adrien pinching his thigh inside his shirt. "But besides that, Lila is a big, bold-faced liar."

Alya sighed, rolling her eyes. "I expect that from Marinette, but you too now?"

"I've always known Lila was a liar, but I tried to play nice because she's super destructive when she wants to be. Just look at what she did to Marinette!"

Alya gave Marinette a once over, looking for injuries. "I don't follow."

Plagg huffed. "The expulsion? Surely you're not dumb enough to believe that Lila has some sort of disease that makes her…what did she say? Periodically lie? Misremember? I can't even remember what she said, but she revoked her evidence to get Marinette back into school."

Alya frowned. "She told me she was taking the heat for whoever this real person is. Someone wanted Marinette out of school, and Lila retracted her evidence because she knows Marinette wouldn't do that stuff."

Plagg blew a loud raspberry at her, making spittle fly into her face. "Of course she told you that, because she can't possibly be seen as the villain."

"What are you getting at, Adrien?"

"I'm the reason Lila retracted her evidence. She targeted Marinette. She's been targeting Marinette. I gave her an ultimatum. She could stop lying about Marinette, or I would retract our supposed 'friendship' and get her removed from modeling with me."

Alya and Nino just blinked at him several times, before Alya shouted, "WHAT?!"

"Yeah, like I said, I didn't say anything because I didn't want her to get akumatized, she may have turned on me, and I assumed eventually she'd lie herself into a hole and everyone would figure her out. But I guess everyone is denser than I expected."

"Harsh, bro."

"Nah. You'll thank me for this. Especially you, Alya. You want a reputable blog, right? What am I saying? You, of course, double check all of your sources! And if someone makes any outlandish claims that could get someone in trouble, you don't just post them willy-nilly. That's why I like you, Alya, you're discerning and thorough!"

Alya opened her mouth to retort, but shut it right after. "Yeah. Thanks." She finally said.

Marinette groaned. "Here comes the devil herself."

Lila sashayed up to the group, wrapping her arms around Plagg and yanking him free from Marinette. "Adrien! It's so good to see you this morning! I had such a fun time at the shoot—"

Plagg didn't let her finish before he forcefully ripped himself out of her grasp. "DON'T TOUCH ME!"

His shout drew attention from everyone else around.

Lila laughed it off awkwardly. "Oh Adrien, you scared me! I'm not going to hurt you." And she reached for him again.

But Plagg danced away from her, behind Marinette and shouted. "HEY DON'T TOUCH ME THERE! THIS IS MY NO-NO SQUARE!"

Marinette was the only one that laughed, but it was mostly just a choked snort.

"What are you talking about?" Lila asked, pouting, "I wasn't touching you anywhere bad."

"R-A-P-E! GET YOUR HANDS AWAY FROM ME!"

"I think maybe you should keep your hands to yourself," Marinette said gently.

The flittering rage on Lila's face went ignored by Alya and Nino. "I'm not sure what's going on. Adrien's just being kind of goofy today."

"I agree," said Nino. "You break out of your house, now this? This is more than not being a doormat."

Plagg realized he may have taken things a bit too far too fast, and that his cover was in danger of being blown.

"Well! Would you look at the time! I gotta piss! See you in class!" And he took off running into the school.

Being inside a pocket meant that he didn't always see what direction Adrien went. But the bathroom was easy enough to find once he double backed on himself.

Thankfully, the bathroom was empty. And Adrien emerged the second the stall closed. "What did I say!? You wouldn't last five minutes! Everyone is suspicious of you! And what was that thing with Marinette? I thought you were going to fix my problems with Ladybug!"

Plagg held up his hands in defense. "Relax. I just got a little ahead of myself. You know, taking advantage of the situation?"

"What situation?"

"Alya brought up Lila, not me! I couldn't pretend to care! I can't even pretend to care about your problems and I love you!"

"Aw, Plagg. You love me?"

"That's what you got out of that?"

"I knew you were a big softy."

"You know who's actually soft? You." He poked his stomach. "That's what's got you in the situation in the first place!"

"Um, I'd argue it was your trickery."

"So you're soft and gullible. Got it."

"Hey!"

"Like I said last night, kid: You've only been on this planet for 15 years, and social for one. You're bound to be a little naïve. That's not necessarily a bad thing. Tikki would say it's honorable."

"And what would you call it?"

Plagg put a finger to his mouth in mock thought. "Unfortunate."

Adrien sighed, losing altitude. "You still didn't answer my question about Marinette."

"Trust me, getting cosy with Marinette is the key to solving your Ladybug trouble."

"You better not flirt with her! I don't like her that way, and I don't want to break her heart."

"You say that now…"

The bathroom door opened, so Plagg was quick to usher Adrien back into the pocket. "I'll roll it back a little, happy?"

"Not in the slightest."

—

Plagg appeared in the classroom just in time for class to start.

"YO, WHAT IS UP MY DUDES!?" He called, walking into the room with a beat in his step.

The scoff from his pocket went unnoticed by everyone else.

"Adrien, you know I'm not a fan of yelling in my classroom." Miss Bustier warned, patiently.

"Sorry Teach."

"And your outfit is outside of the dress code. Do you have something that covers your mid-drift?"

"No problems there, baby." He untied the flannel from around his waist, and slipped it over his shoulders, then buttoned the bottom few buttons, unaligned. "There, Gucci right?"

She raised an eyebrow, "And the sunglasses?"

"Sorry teach, I've got a major migraine and, low-key, kind of want to die. Glasses stay on, or I will cry."

Miss Bustier just sighed. "As long as you're not disrupting my class, I suppose that's fine."

"Sick." And he slid into his desk, propping his shoes up on the table.

"Sit in your chair like a normal person, please."

Plagg had to glance around to see how everyone else was sitting before he corrected his posture.

Now that he was wearing the flannel, it was a lot less comfortable for Adrien to be in the pocket. He poked and prodded at Plagg's chest to be moved. Thankfully, Plagg had mercy on him and scooped him from his pocket and deposited him into his bag.

From the bag, Adrien tried to watch Plagg, but he seemed to settle down once Miss Bustier started the lesson. Was he even taking notes?

"Plagg!" A sharp hiss came from his side, before a red kwami appeared.

"Tikki?" He choked.

"What the heck is going on with your holder?! He's acting really really weird!"

"Um…"

"My holder is worried about him!"

"She is? She saw all that?"

Tikki huffed. "How could she not?! She's right there!" And she made the fatal mistake of pointing at Marinette.

In hindsight, it was pretty obvious. He had guessed before, and he had hunches, but she had very cleverly removed herself from suspicion during Kwami Buster with Multimouse.

"Oh…that's why he said buttering up to Marinette would solve my Ladybug problem."

Tikki frowned. "What are you talking about? Who said what?"

Adrien awkwardly scratched his ear. "Heh…it seems there's been a tiny mix up. I'm not—" but a bunch of bubbles came out of his mouth. "Ugh. I'm Adrien."

Tikki's eyes grew impossibly large. "YOU'RE—" she grabbed him and yanked him down, phasing into the steps below.

It was an odd sensation, one that he didn't get to think about before Tikki was yelling at him. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU'RE ADRIEN?! You're supposed to be Plagg! And only Plagg!"

"I don't know! It all happened so fast! Last night we had an argument about my problems and he said it wasn't that big of a deal and I said he wouldn't be able to handle it and he said he'd fix it right away and then he made some pact and then I woke up like this and he was like that and I don't know what to do!"

"Okay, first, take a breath." She instructed, calmly.

He did so, taking another, and another, "okay...okay...I'm calm."

"Okay. Good. Now, what were the conditions of the pact?"

"I...I'm not sure? He said he was going to fix three big problems of mine."

"Which are?"

"Repairing my relationship with my father."

"Yikes. Okay, and?"

"Getting Lila to stop bothering me."

"Okay, what else?"

"And get Ladybug to love me back."

"That dirty rotten cheater!" She scowled.

"What?"

"Ugh," she rubbed her nubs over her head. "Promise you won't get mad?"

"Um...sure."

"Plagg and I both knew how you felt about..her. We had a running bet who would fall for who first, Adrien for Marinette, or Ladybug for Chat Noir."

He frowned at her. "I thought you were the mature one."

"I am. But I'm also thousands of years old. Teenager's love lives are like…corny TV shows for me. Besides, we're not supposed to meddle in the affairs of the human world." She glanced up towards the stairs, where Plagg was sitting on the other side.

"Does he do this a lot?"

"Not every wielder, but many."

"And…does it always work out?"

She was quiet a long time. "More often than not."

"But he has failed before?"

"There was one time where the contract was too difficult and he and his holder switched bodies until the holder's body died. At which point, Plagg's consciousness expelled the human's soul from the kwami's body and they perished."

"Jesus actual Christ."

"No, it wasn't him. Nice guy though! Very wise!"

"That's not what I—" He sighed. "Look, is there anyway to undo this? He's ruining so much!"

"I'm really sorry Adrien, but the only way to get switched back into your body is to complete the pact."

Adrien growled. "He could have at least given me a heads up! He just said he'd 'handle it'. I didn't know we'd switch bodies!" He slammed his paws into his face.

"Look, I'll tell Marinette as soon as possible, maybe she'll know what to do."

"No! Tikki you can't tell her!"

"I have too. As guardian, she must be aware of all the shenanigans that the Kwami's are getting into. She has to know about this."

"But she can't!" He begged. "This is all my fault! I was naïve and dumb and I didn't think things through—" He moaned. "She's going to be so disappointed with me!"

Tikki poked him hard. "Adrien. This is not your fault! This is Plagg's doing. He's tricky, and can be very selfish sometimes. She can't blame you."

"Please Tikki, I know she's going to figure me out sooner or later. Plagg's doing a really bad job."

"I'll say."

"But when that happens, I'll come clean and explain everything myself. But until then, can you just…pretend like nothing is wrong?"

Tikki sighed. "I hate keeping secrets from her. But, fine. Since you asked so nicely. Maybe you'll get your body switched back before she suspects."

He winced. "Ugh, except one of the conditions of the pact is to get Ladybug to fall in love with me. And if he's trying to get Lady-nette to fall in love with him, then if we switch back, she'll be in love with Plagg-me and not me-me!"

"Um…I don't think that's going to be a problem…"

"Wait, what?"

"You remember that TV show where they went into her room and your photos were everywhere?"

"She said she just liked fashion…and she promised she wasn't lying…"

"It was a half truth, at least. She does like fashion, and you are her favorite model. But…that other boy she keeps rejecting Chat for? That's you."

If a blush could be seen on black fur, he'd be the same color as Tikki. "What? Really? How come she never told me!?"

"Oh, she tried. Remember when you brought her medicine back from England?"

"Yeah?"

"That prescription she gave you was for Master Fu. She gave the pharmacist the love letter she was supposed to give you after you got on the train."

"Oh no!"

"The wax statue incident? That was her practicing. That beret from a 'brazilian fan'? That was from her. That blue scarf your father got you for your birthday? That was also from her. She's tried, Adrien. But she's either chickened out, or something's gone horrendously wrong."

"Oh Marinette…" His ears went flat, his heart breaking for her. "All this time?"

"Since you gave her your umbrella in the rain when you first met."

"Oh no! That long!? My poor lady!"

"And she's been trying to get over you since she thinks you're in love with Kagami. So I'm assuming Plagg's trying to convince her that you like her instead."

Since he awoke in this strange little useless body, Adrien was pissed at Plagg. But now he was beginning to realize how big of a favor this was. How close he had been to losing her, and hopefully it wasn't too late.

Still sucked though.

"Oh god…he's going to have to talk to Kagami too! I don't know if I can bear to watch this!"

"Well, you don't really have a choice. And you stand a pretty good chance of getting your body back soon. I…think Plagg knows what he's doing."

"You think?"

"I hope."

"Ugh…"

"Look, if you need help, you know where to find me. I'll be in my holder's bag here at school. Though, today, unless there's an akuma, I'll sit with you in your bag and tell you whatever you need to know about being a Kwami."

"Oh yeah! How is superheroing going to work? How do I transform?"

"It'll probably be the same. He'll say your name instead of his own. Then you'll get to see what he sees and hear what he hears. Cataclysm draws from this body's form, so he'll call on it when he needs it, as well as your other powers."

"Other powers?"

"Sure. There's more than just Cataclysm. But I'm sure he's waiting to teach you them until you're ready."

"To be honest...he never really taught me Cata—"

Tikki was quick to slap a paw over his mouth. "DON'T SAY IT!"

"Oh, is it like transformed rules? You say it, you activate it?"

"Yes, but in this form it's incredibly powerful, and you don't know how to dismiss it! You activate it and bump into something, and you nuke Paris! That is a forbidden word!"

"Okay! I'll take your word for it."

"We should probably get back up top, no telling what trouble Plagg's gotten into already."

"But we're in class. He should just be sitting there."

"You're underestimating Plagg's attention span."

Phasing back up through the floor and into Adrien's bag, they could hear Adrien's voice.

"...and of course you're not even going to talk about the ramifications of Phillip the V's denial of his niece on the throne."

"Louis X's daughter? She never took the french throne."

"Oh, yes she did! She held it for 6 years in 1316, Phillip only recanted her name after her rule was revoked. Furthermore, after she died, her legitimacy as Louis' blood relative was called into question. Her mother was branded as an adulterer."

Miss Bustier hummed. "I never heard of this. Where did you read this, Adrien?"

"Oh I didn't read it, I saw it—in a documentary! That's right! On the Hundred Year War! That's right!"

"You'll have to tell me what that documentary is, I'm very interested to see that! But you were saying something about Louis X's daughter on the throne?"

Adrien had to refrain from smacking himself in the face. Not 15 minutes into class, and Plagg was already rewriting history.

Had they even gotten to the Hundred Years War?

A knock saved Adrien from second hand embarrassment.

"Come in," called Miss Bustier.

Adrien couldn't see who was at the door, but they were being silent.

"Um…can I help you?"

There was a grunt.

"You're here for Adrien?"

Adrien, in kwami form, peered out ever so carefully from his bag, only to see the Gorilla standing in the front of the room.

Uh oh.

"...hey big guy..." Plagg tried to greet as enthusiastically as he could.

Another grunt, and the Gorilla motioned towards the door with his head.

"Sorry, but I'm in the middle of class. We were just discussing the conditions that led up to the Hundred Years War. I know dad's pissed that I left this morning, but I'll be home after school..."

The Gorilla shook his head and started to advance on him, his hands open and making to grab him.

Plagg however, was not above evasive maneuvers. He hopped up on the desk.

"You'll never take me alive!"

The Gorilla never stopped advancing and shot his arms out to grab Plagg by the waist.

But Plagg leapt from the table and landed on the Gorilla's shoulders, riding him like a bull.

The Gorilla swung around, flailing his arms trying to dislodge Plagg from where he was mounted, but Plagg dug his heels in and held fast.

"YEEEEEEEEEE—HAW!"

The Gorilla bucked and swung, making Plagg rag doll around, but he still would not let go!

Finally, starting to get dizzy, Plagg twisted in place and pinched the bodyguard in a particular place on the shoulder, and he dropped like a sack of potatoes, unconscious, on the floor.

Plagg simply climbed off of him, dusted himself off, and took his seat. "Now...where were we?"

"Principal's office. Now."

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Frigid (Chapter 3)

Genre: Horror, Angst, Enemies to Friends

Chapter Rating: M (Language, Underage Drug Use)

Word Count: 5,326

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Dear old Dad got home late that night while Wes and Kyle were tucking into a plate of pizza rolls. Wes heard the door open and his Dad's voice from down the hall.

"Tell Roger that it doesn't matter, whatever it takes, Mr. Masters expects it to get done." He walked past the living room without so much as a glance at the two of them. His voice faded down the hall punctuated by the sound of his door closing.

Wes snorted and stuffed another pizza roll in his mouth. Stupid Dad with his stupid government job. Why the hell bring them to Illinois just to ignore them? He curled his fingers into the upholstery of their new couch, gripping it until his fingertips ached and the smell from the Ikea warehouse threatened to make him sick. He forced himself to swallow the bite and shoved his plate onto the coffee table.

He got up and went to the kitchen for a capri-sun. If it hadn't been Kyle that bought them, he'd be pissed about that too. His Dad seemed to treat him like he was still in elementary school no matter how old he got.

Wes slammed the fridge door hard enough he heard the dressing and condiment bottles rattle inside. He went back to the living room, the TV illuminating the space in it's flickering light.

He flopped backwards onto the couch, pushing his back into the corner of the sectional, wishing it'd swallow him up. Kyle was watching some alien history documentary. How ghosts could be pure fiction but aliens were "science-fact" was beyond Wes. He rolled his eyes and got out his phone, pulling up his knees.

Instagram was a short reprieve, or it should have been. He scrolled past post after post of his old friends back in California, smiling wide in front of the beach, or the boys at the park playing basketball. Over there they hadn't even started school yet, and wouldn't until the end of the month. To say he envied them was a gross understatement.

"Are you gonna eat those?" Wes glanced up over his knees to see his brother pointing at his abandoned pizza rolls.

"Go for it," he said. Kyle scooped up his plate and went to town. Wes really should be doing his chapter reading for History, but the thought made him want to set something on fire. A part of him felt like he should be grateful for a fresh start after the divorce, but another part of him wanted nothing more than to dig his heels in. Just because his Mom was a liar and his Dad was an asshole didn't mean they had to move across the country, why didn't they get that? Maybe they did, and just didn't care.

He scrolled on his phone long enough for Kyle to watch another episode. By the end Wes had been sitting and refreshing his feed over and over again. He watched the buffer wheel spin, screen go white and the same post as last time take its most recent position at the top. He pulled down again, and watched the wheel spin for the millionth time.

"Dude, this is just depressing to watch."

He glanced over at Kyle, narrowing his eyes. "Got nothing better to do." It was a lie and they both knew it. Kyle flicked the TV off and stood up from the couch.

"C'mon." Kyle came to stand in front of him expectantly.

"What?"

"Let's go have roof time."

Wes made a face. "You're so weird, don't call it that. Cringy as fuck, man."

Kyle grabbed a pillow and swung it lazily towards Wes' head. "C'moooon lil bro! It's roof time!" He said it in a big brother voice that always pissed Wes off.

"No. Fuck off." Wes held up an arm to shield his head.

"C'mon!" Kyle insisted. "Don't you wanna spend time with your brother?" he pouted. He swung the pillow at him again.

"I'm gonna kick you in the balls."

"Weeeeesslleeeyyyy! C'mooooon."

"Oh my god, you're so fucking annoying." Wes kicked half-heartedly towards his brother. He held up both arms to try and fend off the onslaught of his brother's pillow attack.

"I'll stop if you agree to go sit outside with me, Wes! Surrender, you're out matched, kid!" Kyle picked up another pillow in his left hand, and continued batting at him. Wes tried to bury the beginnings of a smile behind a sour expression.

"You just—Ow, stop— You just wanna go get high, don't you?"

"Oh, absolutely. But you think I'm going to sit out there alone like some kind of loser?"

Wes anticipated his brother's next swing, and snatched the pillow from him. Now it was his turn. True to his word, he kicked a foot out directly into his brother's crotch. Kyle grunted and stumbled back a step, hands going down to grab his groin. Wes capitalized on his opportunity and lunged forward, springing off the couch to tackle his brother to the ground.

They hit the carpet with a loud thud, and became a tangle of limbs.

"Oh it's on, kiddo!" Wes couldn't hold back a laugh as he wrestled his brother. He attempted to push the pillow onto Kyle's face at the same time as his brother was trying to twist his arm around in a joint lock.

"Shut up, you're only a year older than me," Wes said, wriggling out of his brother's grip, and yanking his hat down over his eyes.

"A destined rematch to determine the stronger brother! A tale as old as time!" Kyle fought blindly to get a hold back on Wes. Wes whacked him on the side of the head with the pillow.

"You're a moron," he said without any real venom. Kyle flung his hat away.

"Don't make me purple nurple you like last time."

Wes hit him again with the pillow as Kyle tried to steal it from him. "Try it, bitch, I'll kick your ass."

"I did wrestling for two years!"

"Yeah, in middle school, now you're just lame and out of shape."

Kyle gasped. "Bro, take it back." He twisted the pillow hard to the right and broke Wes' hold on it.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. You're not out of shape, just the lame part." Wes tried to get out of Kyle's reach to escape retribution, but he wasn't fast enough. Kyle got a hold of his shirt, and yanked him into a headlock. It had no real pressure behind it.

"Hah ha! What have we here? Could it possibly be that I win again?"

Wes rolled his eyes and pushed up on his brother's arm to break the loop. "Shut up, stupid-ass," he muttered. They broke apart, and Kyle stood up, offering him a hand. Wes accepted it with a puff. Kyle yanked him to his feet and punched him in the center of his chest.

"Ow."

"Kyle : 1 Wes : 0!"

Wes stopped. "Hey, wait, our score was up in the hundreds! What gives? I was winning you asshole." He'd challenged Kyle to a game of Horse last month and it had been a slaughter to say the least. Kyle was walking towards the stairs.

"Nu-uh, new-state-clean-slate, bro, we're starting over!"

"That's stupid, and I didn't agree to that. You're just a sore loser." Wes trudged up the stairs after his brother.

"Guess you'll just have to wait till our next rematch." Kyle shrugged, pushing into his room with a shoulder. Their rooms shared a wall, Kyle's being the furthest down the hall. They both had north facing windows that had access to the brow of the roof which overlooked the pool in the backyard. Moving from a place with obscene living expenses to the armpit of Illinois had its perks he guessed.

"Pick the challenge then. How about MarioKart?" he offered.

"After last time? No way dude." Kyle went to his bedside table to retrieve a small baggie of weed and his pipe and lighter. Not that their Dad ever checked, but a pipe was easier to hide, and less hassle than a bong. Or so Kyle said. Wes didn't really mess around with the stuff if he could help it. The times he tried made him so paranoid it felt like the end was nigh.

"Ugh, fine, princess. What about Smash?" Wes slid the window open and popped out the screen.

"Best outta five?"

"Sure, tomorrow after school? You can't play worth shit while high."

"Bruh, I'm great at playing while high, makes all the distractions just—" he wiggled his fingers— "fall away."

Wes snorted. "Sure, keep telling yourself that. The AI Pikachu wiped the floor with you." Wes climbed out onto the roof, scooting to the side so Kyle had room to clamber out. Kyle handed him his pipe to hold and followed after.

"No, that's not what happened, okay?" Kyle pointed an accusing finger. "I let that adorable little rat fuck win, because what kind of monster would I be if I destroyed Pikachu?"

Wes rolled his eyes. Kyle settled next to him, hanging his legs over the side and reached for his stuff back. Wes looked up at the sky, leaning his weight back on his hands. It was another clear night, the stars bright and unblemished. He heard the flick of his brother's lighter, but paid it no mind. The lack of light pollution was nice, if there was one positive from this whole situation, it was that.

The wind stirred, a chill laced in that made Wes wish he'd brought his jacket. He was looking forward to the snow. He'd only seen snow once when was ten and his parents took all of them on a skiing trip to Lake Tahoe. He remembered biting it on the bunny hill, and how Kyle laughed so much while picking him up that he'd dropped him more than once. The memory felt brittle, like if he touched on it too much it might break into a million pieces. It always felt like that, remembering what it was like to be happy, to be a family. His parents had broken enough, he wanted this thing, this one little thing to stay whole.

Was it childish to want that?

He glanced at Kyle, who exhaled a plume of smoke, the slope of his shoulders loose and relaxed. For all his flaws and his seriously maddening, downright annoying personality, Wes was glad to have Kyle. After the divorce they'd gotten closer, and he wasn't really sure where he'd be right now without his brother.

Not that he'd ever admit something so fucking embarrassing out loud. Jesus, what was he? He sounded like a Hallmark card.

He rubbed an eye, and laid back, the shingles of the roof cold against his back. The two were in a comfortable silence, Kyle too preoccupied with making short work of the bowl he'd packed to make conversation yet. That was alright with Wes. He was tired and still a little freaked out after today. He knew better than to bring up his run in with the ghost at school to Kyle.

This place was weird, and he had so many questions he felt like he was going insane. First thing tomorrow he was going to ask someone what the hell was going on in this town. He could try and ask the Danny Fenton kid, since his parents were apparently the ghost experts. He rolled the idea around for a few seconds in his head. Maybe it'd be best to ask more than one person. Leave Danny as a last resort.

He was staring at the first stars of Orion as they peaked over the dark horizon. That's when he saw it. His brows furrowed and he sat up.

"Dude, do you see that?" He smacked the back of his hand against Kyle's arm.

"What?" Kyle looked up.

"That!" He pointed. In the sky and getting closer was a glowing streak.

It wasn't a star, or a comet, that was for damn sure. It was flying in a wide circling pattern. It was fast, whatever it was.

Kyle gasped next to him. "Holy shit, a UFO." Kyle fumbled around to try and get his phone, in his haste he sent his lighter tumbling down the roof and off the edge. Wes trained his eyes on the shape as it got closer, squinting. Kyle had gotten his phone and had started recording, feverishly commentating about the time, place, and the appearance of an "alien craft".

Wes leaned forward, straining his eyes. As the shape wound closer it looked… almost humanoid? It seemed to move in a thoughtful systematic way. Like it was covering specific ground.

"I'm so putting this on my Snapchat story," Kyle said. He turned his phone towards Wes. "Say hi! In case it goes viral."

"Dude, stop." Wes pushed his brother's phone away from his face and back towards the… well. UFO.

As suddenly as it had appeared, it sharply changed direction and flew away, before blipping out of existence entirely. It hadn't gotten close enough to identify, but Kyle seemed to only care about his video and nothing else. Wes sat there thoroughly confused, staring at the point in the sky the shape had vanished into thin air.

"Clearly this is evidence of alien superior technology. The fact it sped up and disappeared so fast means they've cracked flight speeds faster than light, dude!" Kyle buzzed. He was tapping on his phone, already sending the video to everyone he knew.

Aliens, really? Could this day get any weirder?

"Look, look, Hannah, snapped me back." Kyle leaned over so they could both see his screen. He opened the Snap, and Wes saw a girl with blonde hair and dark eye shadow. He vaguely recognized her from school, part of Kyle's new stoner group of friends. The video showed just the top of her face as she looked down at her phone. Her eyes were crinkled at the corners.

"Kyle, what the fuck," she laughed. "That's not an alien, doofus. It's clearly a ghost. Probably Phantom. He flies around almost every night." She leaned back and sprayed canned whipped cream directly into her mouth. " 'Aliens'! Oh my god I'm totally telling Jennie." She snorted as she laughed and the snap ended.

Phantom? That was Phantom? The image of the ghost boy from earlier lingered in his mind. Kyle was already recording a video to send back.

"Hannah, obviously you have very little experience with UFO's. I know an alien when I see one and that was an A L I E N. Okay? Don't buy into this ghost conspiracy, it's what people want you to think, but it's probably all aliens! Or beings from like the 4th dimension, I don't know."

His brother's voice sounded too loud. His eyes traced the place where the shape… the ghost had been. He rubbed at his temples with his fingers. Kyle continued arguing with his new local friends, protesting the idea of ghosts. Wes sighed, a headache building behind his eyes.

He nudged his brother with an elbow. "I'm gonna get to bed." Kyle gave him a distracted goodbye and Wes headed back inside, mind swirling with the image of white hair and glowing green eyes.

***

Joy.

His sleep that night had been fitful and interrupted. He didn't have any nightmares, or at least none he could remember, thank God. But there were a few times he could have sworn there was someone standing in his doorway, watching. He shook it from his thoughts by busying himself with his camera.

The final bell for first period rang and with it commenced the beginning of the school day.

Students with no cameras of their own were having some checked out to them for photography class. The teacher told them to check over everything and make sure all previous files were deleted from the memory card, and there were no cracked lenses. He ignored the majority of what was being said.

When he was young he would use his Mom's camera. Just to mess around really, it wasn't like he had the lofty goals of being a professional photographer. But his Mom didn't see it like that. She bought him lenses and his own high-end camera for his 16th birthday. That was before everything fell apart. Before he found out about Emily.

Once the class started going he hoped he'd enjoy it and actually learn something. He was ready to start taking pictures already. Unfortunately, the day's class was all about the different buttons and functions on the cameras, explaining exposure, aperture and manually managing the iso. Uck. Yawn.

Towards the end of class Ms. Fletcher let them have "free time" to explore the options on their cameras on their own. Learn by doing and all that.

"This is way too much all at once," complained the girl next to him. Mia, was her name, if he remembered correctly. She had brown hair, and light eyes, her tan skin suggesting a mixed heritage. She was turning her camera around in her hands like a kid trying to find the on switch on a new toy. He smiled, turning toward her.

"First time using a fancy camera?"

She let out an agitated sigh. "Yeah. I took this class because I thought it'd be easy and I could just, I don't know, take cute pictures of my dog or something." She put the camera down on the table, gently, like she was afraid of breaking it despite her frustration.

"Yeah, it can be complicated at first." He lifted his own to inspect it.

"You brought your own, right? That's not a shitty school one."

"Yeah, it's mine. Birthday gift."

Mia whistled. "Pricy, your parents must be loaded."

Wes shrugged a shoulder, "I wouldn't say that exactly."

"Don't be modest, it's okay!" She patted him on the shoulder. "Plus I'm sure however rich your family is, it's nowhere near the Mansons."

"The Mansons?"

"Uh...yeah." She looked confused for a second before understanding flickered in her eyes. "Oh, that's right you're new. Sam Manson, the spooky goth chick that hangs around Fenton and Foley. She's in our homeroom class." She held her pointer fingers up by her ears to mime bat ears.

"Oh, yeah, her."

"She says she doesn't like people knowing even though it's super obvious. Her parents are always in the news for making donations and stuff."

They fell into an awkward silence, and Mia shuffled her feet.

"Well, uh. Tell you what. If you help me with this camera crap, I'll…" She stopped to think. "I'll give you the inside scoop about the school. Help you get caught up and fit in, ya'know?" She held her hand towards him. "Sound good?"

Wes would have helped her out even if she hadn't offered to keep him in the social loop. It could be useful, especially for a few things in particular.

"Deal." He shook her hand, a little surprised by her grip strength.

"I'm not as popular as Paulina and Star but I still have an ear to the ground. So if you want to know who's single or who can write your english essay on the cheap: I'm your girl." She pulled her hand back to jab a thumb at her chest for emphasis.

Wes chuckled. "Thanks. I actually do have some questions."

"Shoot."

"This Phantom ghost, what do you know about him?"

She looked surprised, before she smiled. There was something in her expression that Wes couldn't place.

"Phantom? Really?" She shrugged. "Alright, I see you." She scooted her chair closer to his. "Phantom showed up freshman year, no one knows why, but since he popped up he's been saving Amity from all sorts of ghosts." She said it like it was the most normal, perfectly sane thing. "Not only is he hella cute but he's also basically a hero."

Wes frowned in confusion. That wasn't at all what Mr. and Mrs. Fenton had said. "Why would a ghost help people? What's he get out of it? Also, isn't he… you know. Dead? Isn't it kinda creepy to have a crush on him?"

"How should I know? And dead or alive, he's still a total heart throb around here, get used to it." She sighed, looking fed up with his lack of understanding. "Listen, all I do know is that if an evil ghost is breathing down your neck your only real hope in this place is Phantom. Really, ask anyone." Wes' thoughts drifted back to his brush with death yesterday..

"You shouldn't be telling people the fantasy version of things, Mia," came a cold voice. Wes jumped, turning to look at the girl looming over them. Her arms were crossed over her chest, curly hair back lit by the fluorescent bulbs in the ceiling. Fantasy version? What was Valerie talking about?

Mia's face went from warm and open to closed and stand-offish. She crossed her legs and sat back in her chair.

"Oh come on Valerie, we all know you're not a fan of him, but you could at least try and be reasonable."

"Reasonable? Don't listen to her new kid," Valerie jabbed a finger towards him, "if there's one thing Phantom is good at, it's manipulating the public perception. Don't be fooled like the rest of this school, Phantom will ruin your life without an ounce of remorse."

Wes blinked, caught off guard by her ferocity. In chemistry she seemed like a perfectly normal, kind girl. He made a mental note not to get on her bad side.

Mia made a dismissive sound in the back of her throat. "He wasn't asking you Valerie, he was asking me. Butt out."

Mia and Valerie glared hard at each other, neither backing down. It went on for what felt like ever. Wes was afraid he was about to end up right in the middle of a cat fight. But eventually, Valerie let out a sound of disgust then turned and stalked off back to her table. Mia watched her go, gaze steady. Once Valerie sat down, Mia relaxed and let out a breath.

"God, she really needs to get that stick out of her ass."

"What the hell was that about?"

"Apparently freshman year her Dad lost his job and she's convinced it was Phantom's fault." Mia uncrossed her legs, sitting more casually again.

"Was it?"

Mia looked annoyed. "I don't know, I wasn't there." She ran her fingers through her hair, taking a small swatch and braiding it absentmindedly. "Listen, people have different opinions... but Phantom saved my life." It was small and serious the way she said it, like it was a confession. "And not just once but on several occasions. It's fine to ask questions, I don't blame you. But just wait and watch, then decide for yourself." Before Wes could say or ask anymore, the bell rang. Mia started collecting her stuff.

"See you tomorrow, Wes," she said brightly, as if the seriousness from before was just a figment of his imagination.

Sixth period rolled around and Wes was ready for the day to be over with already.

In his previous classes he'd asked other students here and there about the ghosts, and even if he didn't directly ask about Phantom, the conversation eventually led there anyway.

"Uh, yeah. Tomorrow." He watched her go, getting up and gathering his own belongings.

***

He did regret asking Star during lunch, which seemed to have summoned Paulina from the aether. She went on almost the entire lunch period about how her and the ghost boy were "meant to be" and how cute he was, with his snow white hair and tanned skin. Wes was debating faking a family emergency to get away from her. Talk about obsessed.

He shook his head at the memory and closed his locker.

He started walking down the hall, daydreaming about whatever gourmet frozen dinner him and Kyle would have later for dinner. He was about to turn the corner down the hall towards the chem room when he heard a raised voice.

Next up: Chemistry. At the thought he deflated further. He'd totally forgotten about the quiz today. Damnnit, Fenton.

“Hey Fentina, watch where you’re fucking going.” He turned towards the sound to look. The halls were clearing, there being only a minute or so till class, but that didn’t stop the few scattered people from stopping to idly watch Dash Baxter slam Danny Fenton against a locker. Wes couldn’t help but wince. From the sound alone he’d guess that was going to leave a bruise.

“You might be taller now but that doesn’t mean I won’t still flatten you, got that?” Dash announced. He was clearly making a show of it. Wes wondered why. Fenton was definitely the lowest on the social ladder, why would someone like Dash need to establish his power over someone who had none? Wes shifted his weight, remembering that trying to apply logic to bullies was a losing battle.

Danny though… He seemed completely... unfazed. He looked at Dash like an overworked retail employee looked at a raving customer. The dark bags under his eyes and the uncaring air he had coupled with his black hoodie and torn jeans made him look like an emo band's wet dream.

“Got it, now can we all get to class, please? I’m trying not to be tardy as much this year,” Danny said. Dash leaned further into Danny’s space.

“Dream on, Fenton,” Dash leered. He leaned back and let Danny go. He made to leave, or at least Wes thought he was. Danny seemed to think so too. Which meant he was caught off guard when Dash turned and punched him in the stomach. Even from a few paces away, Wes heard the air rush from Danny’s lungs. He staggered a bit, arm wrapping around his midsection.

Dash laughed and walked off, flexing an arm to his football team buddies who joined in as they made their way down the hall like a pack of hyenas.

As if that was the cue, everyone that had stopped to watch went back to their own business, as if nothing happened. Wes didn’t know what to think at that moment. He knew everyone called Danny a loser, and he hadn’t exactly gotten along with the guy himself but… That felt like a step too far. He couldn’t help but pity the poor dude a bit.

It had been a long time since Wes was the one pushed around the school yard. He remembered what it felt like though, and he had never been in a rush to expose himself to the kind of treatment again. In fact he’d done just about anything to keep himself from the bottom. He’d done his fair share of looking down on losers and saying cruel things to be accepted into the throng of popular kids in California. He wasn’t proud of it, as he got older he realized that. It made his stomach clench with guilt and shame.

He’d have never done what Dash just did though.

Wes watched Danny lean a shoulder against the wall of lockers and catch his breath. He glanced around, and when he was satisfied that no one was still watching, he straightened, took a breath and rolled a shoulder, nonchalant.

Wes felt his brain stutter and stop.

Uh. What?

Just a second ago Danny was writhing in pain the way someone just punched in the gut would, and the next he was acting like he was fine. Like he’d just got done with a leisurely jog.

At this point Wes was starting to wonder if he was being gaslit by this whole school, what the fuck?

He watched Danny put a book into his locker, and then lock it up. He started down the hallway, no evidence he was in any pain or struggling for breath what-so-ever. Wes turned and walked towards the classroom. He didn’t want Danny to know he’d been watching from around the corner.

Wes sat down, spreading out his stuff, trying to make it look like he'd been there for ages. A few seconds later the tardy bell rang. Another few seconds after that, Danny walked in.

“Mr. Fenton, you’re late—”

“Uh-huh.” He didn’t make eye contact with the teacher, just made a beeline for their desk and slumped into his seat. Mrs. Merriweather looked ticked.

“Pick up your tardy slip at the end of class young man.”

“Yep.”

Even Mrs. Merriweather seemed taken aback by Danny’s odd energy, but she said nothing else. Instead she jumped into the lesson plan for the day.

Wes wasn’t paying attention. He was looking at his lab partner, still trying to figure out what he’d just seen. Maybe Danny had just been acting like it was worse than it was to… what, get sympathy? Have Dash back off quicker? Both seemed likely, logical. It must have been, what else could it be?

Danny seemed to feel his eyes on him. He turned to Wes, his blue eyes sharp and angry.

“What?” he snapped.

“Nothing. Sorry.” Wes disengaged, looking down at his blank notebook page. He heard Danny sigh, but he didn’t know what sort of emotion drove it.

Class dragged on, and they didn’t say another word to each other the entire period. But that wasn’t too surprising, considering Danny left in the middle of class.

They’d just got done taking their lab safety quiz, and were handing them back when out of the corner of his eye Wes saw Danny shiver. He also saw a flash of… what looked like smoke? Vape? Was Danny seriously vaping in class?

“Fuck,” Danny muttered under his breath and his hand shot straight up into the air. “Mrs. Merriweather, can I use the bathroom before we start the lab?” Danny’s typically tired and slouched posture had gone ramrod straight, and the air around him felt desperate and panicked. Mrs. Merriwether studied him seriously for a second, before she relented.

“Alright, don’t take too long.”

Danny scrambled from his seat and out the door. It left a weird silence in the classroom.

O….kay? That was weird, super weird. He looked around the class. A student adjacent to him caught his confused look and shrugged.

“He just does that, always has. Some people think he has some sort of chronic illness or something.”

“Quiet please, everyone. I’m passing out the lab instructions and then we’ll be getting started.”

Wes couldn’t help but look towards the door where Danny had disappeared seconds earlier. He felt pretty safe in saying not only was the town weird, but everyone in it. But maybe Danny more so than the others.

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palaugranetes · 4 years ago

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🔵BLAUGRANETS🔴

Sergiño: Why are you even still awake

Ansu: It's only 23:56

Ansu: I have nothing to do tomorrow

Dembz: We are discussing important things here bro

Sergiño: You are talking about a video game

Ansu: Exactly.. important stuff

Sergiño: yeah... enjoy.. I'm out

Ronald: Please just go to sleep you two.. we have a match tomorrow.

Ansu: Yes you do

Ronald: We would like to sleep. So shush

Dembz: No one is stopping you😌

Ansu: Night night sweetheart

16 December 2020

Ronald: It is too late for this shit.. Bye

Frenkie: Night night guys

Dembz: ✌🏿

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Ansu: Y'all better not make me come to the match for nothing.

Dembz: The things we do

JC: Have fun

Riqui: This should be good.

Arnau: I expect nothing quite frankly.

JC: And yet I am still disappointed.

Arnau: I mean.. pretty much yeah.

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Ansu: Did y'all see Geri's pants 😂😂😂

JC: WHat PANTS?!

Ansu: His clown pants

JC: OMG SHOW ME

Ansu: Check your messages

JC: 😂😂😂

Dembz: Bro I am trying not to laugh!

Arnau: Should you guys really be talking about his clothes?..

Ansu: What is stopping us?

Arnau: Suit yourselves😌

JC: Aha.. Alright then.

Ansu: I better not have come for nothing I swear to God.

Dembz: We shall see..

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JC:🤦🏽‍♂️

Ansu: Not even surprised anymore.

.....

JC: JORDI!!!!!!!!!

Ansu: Now I'm surprised!

Dembz: It was a good one.

.....

Ansu: Still not over Geri's clown pants..

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Arnau: FRENKIIIEEEEEE!!!!!! YES!!!!👑

Ansu: YOU LEGEND!!!@Frenkie

Dembz: YES!!!!

........

Ansu: This is getting boring

Arnau: Getting?

Dembz: I wish Riqui was here

Ansu: Why?

Dembz: I wanted him to add Geri

Ansu: ARE YOU INSANE?!

Dembz: Look.. It could be fun

Arnau: You need to reconsider your life choices my friend

Ansu: I agree with him.. Why would we even

JC: ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND?!

Dembz: Debateable

Ansu: No debate here.. You are

JC: Don't even think of mentioning it to Riqui.

Dembz: 😒 fine

JC: I mean it Ousmane.. N'y pense même pas!

Dembz: I SAID FINE

.......

Arnau: JEEZ OMG PEDRI

Ansu: Gosh that looked horrible..

JC: It hurt me seen it..

Dembz: What a Legend. Taking one for the team.

Ansu: We do not deserve it.. @Pedri you are a boss! Thanks for saving our ass.💙❤

.......

Arnau: Finally.. It is over.

Arnau: Gonna go wash my eyes with a happy movie.

Ansu: I got out of the house for this..

Ansu: But at least we won

Dembz: Yep

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Carlitos: "Ansu: His clown pants" Always representing us. Whenever Wherever..

Carlitos: No pun intended

Riqui: Everytime I sit through a match I feel like I need to take 3 showers.. And a detox..

Frenkie: 💙❤💙❤💙

Ronald: You and me bro @Oscar.. After all this time

Francisco: I really am not liking this.. we won.. but like

Iñaki: I think I dozed off for a few minutes in the 2nd half

Pedri: "Ansu: We do not deserve it.. @Pedri you are a boss! Thanks for saving our ass.💙❤" 💙❤ Força Barça

Ansu: You alright there buddy?

Pedri: Yes I'm great

Carlitos: That was some knock

Sergiño: It scared the hell out of me

17 December 2020

Ronald: Me too

Oscar: 💪��💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻A Boss

Pedri: I'm alright guys. We won. This is what matters most.

Francisco: "Pedri: I'm alright guys. We won. This is what matters most." I mean yes..

Riqui: Horrible ugly wins are still wins.

Frenkie: To be fair.. It was better than the last match

Carlitos: The bar is not set that high bro

Frenkie: No shit.

Frenkie: We'll see the match against Valencia..

Carlitos: 🙄🙄

Iñaki: Yeah we shall see.. remember they beat Madrid

Riqui: Not really a good reference there bro.. That match was pure comedy though😂

Ansu: 😂

Carlitos: The way it happened😂😂😂

Arnau: We really shouldn't be laughing😂😂😂

Riqui: I'm gonna go sleep and forget this match happened ✌🏼

Dembz: Night night

Riqui: You and I need to have a serious talk.. remind me tomorrow

Dembz: What'd I do?!

Riqui: You know what you did.

Dembz: I wouldn't be asking if I knew!!

Carlitos: Oooh someone's in trouble 😂

Dembz: WHAT DID I DO!?

Ronald: Lower your voice it's 2:00 am

Frenkie: Please stop talking.. I've had a long day

Carlitos: You got it goldilocks.

Frenkie: Thanks Curlitos

Carlitos: 💙

Iñaki: He asks y'all to shut up and you do it instantly but when I do...

Dembz: He said please

Ansu: He has a point

Carlitos: It is the magic word after all

Iñaki: 😑 Good night

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Dembz: What was it you needed to talk to me about @Riqui?

Pedri: My side is killing me now that the adrenaline is gone 😅

Sergiño: Bro you basically were wrapped around the post.. I wouldn't expect anything less.

Pedri: Worth it.

Riqui: Is it?

Pedri: Acting like you wouldn't die for this Club

Riqui: This Club absolutely.. I am dying for it everyday.

Riqui: But him?... I would maybe take a minute to reconsider my options

Pedri: Him?

Carlitos: Ronald!

Ronald: Yes?

Pedri: Ronald?

Ronald: YES?

Riqui: Not you. But Hi

Carlitos: Sr.

Pedri: Ah ... Fair

Riqui: 🤷🏼‍♂️

Ronald: Hi @Riqui

Riqui: @Dembz Are you out of your mind?

Dembz: Sometimes, why?

Riqui: You really want Gerard here bro.. you realize we made this to shit talk the adults..and kept it a secret for that same reason!

Dembz: Yes but.. it'd be fun

Riqui: NO.

Carlitos: Your concept of fun scares me..

Ansu: 😂

Dembz: We had Luis here... you really think he didn't tell them?!

Ronald: He didn't

Dembz: 😒

Dembz: As if you'd know

Ronald: I do.

Riqui: No more asking for Gerard

Dembz: Fine

Riqui: I mean it.

Dembz: I SAID FINE

18 December 2020

Oscar: Guys!!!

Oscar: The Girls will play at the Camp Nou finally!! My sister is so happy! 🥺

Riqui: They deserve it.

Carlitos: More than us tbh

Arnau: Yep

Ronald: That is fantastic news. Way overdue as well.

Riqui: And to think we play after them 😂😂

Arnau: 😂

Carlitos: You say we as if you are going to set foot on that pitch..

Riqui: Shut up.. It is and it will always be we.

Carlitos: I know... It's sad really..

Pedri: Eventually.. and hopefully soon, he'll see the error of his ways

Francisco: 🙄 Can he like see it now?

Pedri: 🤷🏻‍♂️

Frenkie: I am tired.

Frenkie: Exhausted even.

Riqui: So am I...

Carlitos: We all are.

Sergiño: I don't know what I expected when I came here, but this is not it fam

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Ansu: @Dembz you still going to the Camp Nou tomorrow?

Dembz: Yep

Ansu: Fantastic.

19 December 2020

Pedri: Can you believe it's been 11 years!?

Pedri: I still remember that day like it was yesterday!!!

Pedri: Seeing Pedro score and then LEO!!!!

Riqui: I remember.

Carlitos: Andriu with all his hair

Oscar: Puyi🦁😍

Ronald: Puyi and Geri were something..

Riqui: Xavi😍🤩😍🤩😍🤩

Carlitos: Good times

Arnau: The best of times

Frenkie: We can go back to those times

Riqui:

Carlitos: I Agree with whatever the hell Ricard just sent.

Carlitos: But I feel the sarcasm oozing out of it

Iñaki: Never say oozing ever again in your life.

Carlitos: It's a word

Iñaki: That you should never say again

Carlitos: Whatever.. gonna go get ready for the match.

Ansu: You have one job today. Win

Ansu: Please for the love of everything sacred.. WIN

Pedri: We will try our best

Ansu: You I trust

Ronald: What is that supposed to mean

Ansu: You as in the people here

Ronald: Aha

JC: If only someone else trusts the people here 🙄

Ansu: We don't hear from him for two days and then BAM!

Dembz: He is not wrong

Ansu: I know

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Ansu: I feel like Geri's spidey senses tingled when we were talking about his clown pants😂

.......

Ansu: I am so done with these idiots

Ansu: Not you @Pedri @Ronald @Oscar @Sergiño

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Dembz: WHAT. A. GOAL. RONALD!!!!!!!!!

Ansu: DAMN THAT WAS HOT

Iñaki: BRO!!!!! 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻

.......

Ansu: 😒😒😒😒😒😒😒

Iñaki: Idk how Marc still hasn't kicked everyone's ass

Ansu: Idk but he should

Iñaki: They really are making him look bad

Ansu: Ugh

Dembz: 🤦🏿‍♂️🤦🏿‍♂️🤦🏿‍♂️

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Riqui: Well that was horrible

Riqui: Poor Mira

Francisco: I feel bad for him.. He was supposed to go in first not me

Riqui: Not your fault bro..

Francisco: I know but still

Carlitos: I give up on him making good decisions tbh

Riqui: I gave up like a month ago

Ansu: He wholeheartedly saw the match and said let's keep Philippe most of the match and then replaced him with Clem... while we were 2-2... WHO DOES THAT!

Riqui: Again, I gave up on him making good decisions.

Sergiño: No but it's come to the point of pointless stubborness

Carlitos: We are well past that my dude

Riqui: And I am the one with the attitude.

Frenkie: We move

Carlitos: Yes, backwards

Frenkie: Touché..

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greekbros · 4 years ago

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"greek-Bros: The Return of an Old Enemy"

Chapter 6: The Matters of Merriment 2: Electric Boogaloo on Ice with Avengence and this time it's personal

After two uneventful days in the main village on Delphi, the Delphians started to become restless for nightly events. An unfortunate thing about Delphians was their habitual nature to plan than participate in the festivities; day time was usually a day of relaxation, contemplating on one's self, and occasionally a daytime festival... however most of their main events happen during the late evening until the sun rises. No matter the intensity of these nighttime escapes, it was always a constant event for Delphians. Now that the Dionysia was cancelled for a week, with no nighttime events allowed until the week is over, some folks began to become restless. Some citizens would walk around at night past curfew, curious to catch a glimpse of what could possibly be ruining the week for them, some resorted to the reasonable indoor house party, and some would "work" the night away doing crafts, making art or generally keeping themselves busy. Twas on the third day, where the complaints were being made.

On the third morning, Dionysus was busy in his vineyard, collecting some of the grapes he's been waiting for to make some wine with as usual. Three members of the "Party Republic" of Delphi where walking up to the vineyard, hoping to have an audience with Dionysus. He could see them walking up the hill, knowing very well what they were going to ask of him. He groaned but his equally discontent feelings of waiting for the week to be over, but he had to do what he had to do.

"Hey dudes, how's it going?" he casually greeted. He placed his grape basket down, "so ugh, what brings up here, I have some wine I was planning on opening up.", He was hoping that he would avoid the situation with wine, but he had a feeling that it wouldn't work this time around.

One of the "Party Republic" members, a satyr, stepped forward as if he was going say something eloquently important, "My great devine dude, no offense....buuuuut this waiting....ugh....kinda sucks.", he bluntly stated. "Can we just....I don't know....have night parties again?.....the rest of the guys and I are kinda bored.....I know it's not hot out but we kinda just want to let out some vibes at night", he continued. The satyrs on Delphi usually are more active and motivated at night, with a lack of motivation and lack of willingness to sleep at night, they've burned through all the day time activity they could think of.

Another member, a nymph, spoke out next. "Look, not to question this "animal" problem, buuuut me and girls haven't seen shit. We chill everywhere and we have no idea why you're stressing Dionysus, plus...well...let's be real, day time sex isn't AS fun as when you do it at night...it just hits differently youkno?" gesturing with her hands and hips with the utmost sass.

The third representative, a human farmer, felt a little unhappy at the satyr and nymph. He felt their reasons to continue nighttime events weren't as important as his reason. "Alec....Catia...It's not just about fun and fornicating. Some of us work to make your funtime frolic even happen. My Lord, some of the farmers are doing fine and losing a sheep or two isn't really a problem, you see with no body taking our stuff in bulk....and let's be real here the trade ships stopped coming to Delphi a week before Dionysia...we just don't want to waste anything.", he pleaded. Being the representative of mortals and workers on Delphi, he reasoned the abundance of food on the island wouldn't go to waste if the Dionysia wasn't canceled for the week. The farmers have already given food items to the needy of Delphi, and the trade boats that always arrive twice a week have stopped due to the recent attacks, in fear of having whatever has been attacking Grecians stowaway on the boats.

Dionysus felt his mood go from confident with his plan of reassuring them that they didn't need to complain...to feeling the pressure of wanting to at least help the residence in some way, after all, it was his job to make sure there is harmony in his brand of chaos.

"Well......there....could be...some...thing we can do....." He lied, he had no idea what to do. He knows that if Ariadne found out he broke his promise about letting people roam around at night for the week, he would definitely be in the cat house it. Yet, he had a very splendid idea....he still wanted that joust. "Hmmm.....how about this......we hold....a fake Olympic competition?" He perposed.

The representatives all looked at each other in confusion. How was a false Olympic games going to help bring back nightly parties they all wondered.

"Think about it, most of Delphi's best and boldest compete in this pretend version of the Olympic games. No flairs, no frills, just simple messing around and play fighting! Plenty of food will be provided, and everyone gets to participate. Pluuus......" He gestures for the representatives to get closer. The three lean in closer to hear. "....we...can have a joust. Between yours truly....and the god of war himself....all this....just before curfew too. So...by the time everyone goes home... you'll be too tired to want to do anything afterwards." He purposed.

Although the "Party Republic" wasn't too satisfied with the idea but in a way it may suffice, it would solve the issue of boredom on Delphi and the food surplus. Athletes do need the nutrition, and some excitement would make use of everyone's surplus of time as well. The three representatives huddle together, talking amongst themselves about the idea. After what was a few seconds, the three had come to a decision. "Yeah, we're cool with it my dude.", Alec said with a thumbs up. The other two nodded their heads in agreement.

Dionysus was relieved for the moment until he realized he needed his wife's approval. He completely forgot about Ariadne's say in the matter. "Ugh yes awesome! Now one quick second.", he turned around and ran off to the winery shead in front of the vineyard where Ariadne was also making wine peacefully....until she had been given the news that there was going to be mock-Olympic games in their own backyard and all after the promise to make sure no one would get hurt by ANY thing.

The representatives stood there waiting for Dionysus to comeback, hoping the sounds of the married couple loudly arguing about the situation would still mean they could still go on with the plans. After several minutes, Dionysus comes back with a content smile, soaked in crushed grape pulp and wearing the bucket said grape pulps had came from. "Good news! We can have the fake Olympic games as long as we fallow curfew..... Bad news is, I will be sleeping with the leopards until the end of Dionysia....is if anyone needs me in the next few days, I shall be hanging out with Conny and the other kitties at the south veranda....also please....tell NO ONE of this....." he pointed at the bucket. Dionysus and Ariadne came to an agreement but only through the fact if anything happened, Dionysus would be entirely responsible for the situation.

The next day, the preparations for the "Dionysian Games" had started bright and early. The obstacle course was being set up, the track was being laid and the 'games' themselves were being constructed. A small committee of Delphi's finest had formulated several half-baked versions of the original Olympic games. The only new event was the one event everyone woke up early for, The Divine Joust. An epic challenge between Dionysus and Ares. Of whom which....still needed to be invited.and informed about this.

In the distance, just in a small thicket of forest, a young curious pup, watches with wonder as to what could the strange, mostly hairless and ugly wolf-folk be doing. Putting up wooden posts, wrapping things in colorful cloths on top of things, just running around doing tasks the pup found terribly pointless. The little pup has been having the time of its life since it had left home. Things were about to get more exciting now something new is happening.

End of Chpr6

#greek mythology #greek gods #greek bros #greek-Bros #greek bros: the return of an old enemy #Chpr 6 #dionysus #Ariadne #hellenistic #blood of zeus

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darling-i-read-it · 5 years ago

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Lunch

Indiana Jones x reader, Catcher Block x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none I don’t think!

Author’s Note: So galaxy brain is probably the only way to describe @milleniumxhan today and I just made up some situation where this would happen (before Down With Love and like post last crusade) and I just LOVE IT! The concept! I didn’t have the reader end up with either but the CONCEPT! Ugh I’d love to do this with a different prompt in the future, maybe where the reader ends up with someone or something? Idk i just love this

Requested: by @milleniumxhan n, Oki I just had a random thought and ik the timelines don't exactly add up but like it'd be so cool if u could do and Indiana Jones x reader x Catcher Block. Like smthg with ewan McGregor and harrison ford in vintage is so hot. Idk abt the plot tho. If I think of something I'll msg u.

Summary: the request!

Genre: idk bro

(not my gif)

You sat Indiana’s desk and flipping through the papers and letters that he had scattered around. You wondered briefly how the hell he even was able to grade papers when he was on expeditions all the time. The few times you went with him you never saw him settle enough to grab his bag and grade anything. Then again, you had slept most of the flights which may explain it.

“Can you double check this?” he asked, moving away from the chalkboard. School had ended about an hour ago and he had yet to leave so as the honorable best friend you were, you stayed back to give him some company. You taught at one of the buildings across the street.

You were about to put the letters down when you came across a letter from a journalist. Indiana got those all the time, people always wanting to hear about his adventures. You didn’t blame them. You often blamed him for never taking a chance on any of the journalists. Some of them would write him a piece that might get him more recognition for his findings which you thought he deserved.

The letter was carefully typed out, the typewriter ink and spacing pristine. You raised an eyebrow and skimmed it briefly.

“Y/N?” He turned to look at you reading over the paper and you held up a finger, mouthing some words here and there. You saw it was signed by Catcher Block and nearly combusted. Catcher Block wanted to interview your best friend? If that wasn’t a dream come true you didn’t know what was.

“Catcher Block wants to interview you Indy!” you told him excitedly and he raised an eyebrow, walking over to see what you were looking out. You had taken your legs off of his desk and on the ground to steady yourself from being too excited.

“Catcher who?” he asked, looking over the words. He got those kinds of letters all the time. Commending him for being such a great archeologist and such and that they wanted to interview him. There was never any surprises. The only surprise here is that you seemed to know who this was.

“Catcher Block! New York City journalist.”

“You’ve read some of his stuff?” Indy asked and you shrugged.

“Sure. He’s really hot. Can you accept this one? For me!” you pleaded. Indiana was hesitant. Especially since you seemed to be attracted to Catcher Block. You and Indy had been friends and colleagues for years and because of his fear of commitment he had never tried to make a move, even when he wanted to. He enjoyed you and your friendship. He didn’t want to ruin that. You were also a few years younger than him which also was an easy excuse for him to not want to start a relationship with you. But you had never really talked about your dating life with him. There was never a need to. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.

“No. Come check my work,” he stated simply, throwing the paper aside and walking back to the white board. You scoffed and took the paper, dialing the number on the bottom in Indiana's phone on his desk. He should have known.

“Hello?” A man picked up on the other end and you smiled.

“Hi, is this Catcher Block?” you asked professionally. Indy gave you a look and you stuck your tongue out at him. You could almost feel the smugness on the other end of the phone.

“Yes ma’am. Who is this?”

“I’m calling on behalf of Indiana Jones who would like to accept your invitation for an interview. When can you fly down?” There was a brief scuffling on the other end and then Catcher was back.

“Is tomorrow alright miss?” he asked. You nodded, giving Indy an innocent smile.

“Yes tomorrow will be perfect.” You spewed some stuff about where and when to meet him and then hung up, smiling.

Tomorrow came quickly and Indiana made you promise that you would come to dinner as well at some fancy restaurant. He didn’t want to be left alone with some stringy journalist and he was determined to prove to you that you didn’t need any Catcher Block in your life.

Indiana came to pick you up at eight and was amazed at your outfit choice. You had really made yourself up for dinner. He wasn’t sure if he should be jealous or flattered but he wasted no time in playfully flirting with you on the way to dinner.

And then you saw Catcher Block and Indiana cursed aloud, not that you noticed.

“Hi! I’m Catcher Block, I am so glad you’ve allowed me to do this Mr.Jones. And you must be Mrs.Jones?” he asked. Indiana almost confirmed that but you just dismissed him with a wave of your hand and then the two of you shook Catchers hand.

“Just a friend. I spoke to you on the phone actually! I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you clarified. He raised an eyebrow and as he shook your hand briefly brushed your left hand ring finger, making note that there was no ring there.

“Oh well in that case,” he said with a charming smile and kissed your hand. You blushed and cleared your throat, retreating behind Indiana with a small smile at Catcher.

The dinner actually went okay for the most part. You had gotten so used to Indiana flirting with you that a new form of attraction from someone else threw you off bad and you had trouble standing your ground. Eventually however, you did get there. You were able to add to what Indy was saying and go into more detail because he obviously was not a fan of talking to Catch. You had fun, hanging out with Indiana and Catcher.

You left that night and the next day Indy stopped by your classroom to see how you felt about the interview/dinner.

“Do you think we could go for another expedition then? I am exhausted of being here,” you complained. Indy sat on one of the students desks and laughed.

“I’m getting a little old for that don’t you think?” he teased and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re not that o-” You were cut off by the phone ringing. You raised an eyebrow and picked it up. It was unusual to get a call this late in the school day on your school phone.

“Hi, is this Y/N?” You smiled and your eyes went wide. Indy knew who it was.

“Yes it is. Catcher?” You twirled the phone cord with your finger and Indiana scaled the space between you two in three large strides so that he could hear what you were saying into the phone better.

“Yes ma’am. Listen I had fun with you last night and was wondering if you wanted to get lunch tomorrow before I left town,” he asked. You smiled to yourself and Indiana shook his head.

“No lunch,” he told you and you hit his arm.

“Lunch would be perfect!”

Ewan: @daphne-fandom-writing , @satanslov3r @records-and-stardust @broodybats

#catcher block x reader #indiana jones x reader #catcher block imagines #harrison ford x reader #indiana jones imagines #ewan mcgregor x reader

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dontbesoweirdkira · 5 years ago

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Ok, I was gonna ask you about something else, but after reading the part 2 of the Mic and the exchanged student, I'm in DIRE need to see the part 3 where she has to start her hero career and she, obviously, need his help(not because she is not capable of starting it by herself but because she just needs him to continue to be by her side like it always has been)! Pretty please! Thank you! 💗

A/N: SKSKSK hOw cOUlD i sAy nO to tHat prEtTy PwEasE uwu. Haha yeah totally i’ll do this. Sorry if this comes out a bit late i’m working on some things. Thanks for requesting <333 Any requests let me know!

-So you know that bonus thingy i did in the last one? Where the parents were mean and all that? Well let's continue with that story line, I feel like that’s a bit more interesting for this!

-So i feel like after everything went down, realistically your parents would have forced you to come home and not contact Hizashi. Which sucks because he was the only one that really believed in you, And Japan became like a second home, even though your japanese isn’t the best and you may not look like everyone, you grew to love it and appreciate it. The thought of going back home to your parents stormed in your stomach

-Hizashi hated the idea too, he felt like your parents were mentally abusive and he really hated the idea of you going back. He talked to you and wanted to know if you wanted to get others involved and what not so you didn’t have to go back and leave the school. But you didn’t want to go through that whole process

-Besides you were “almost an adult” and soon able to start your hero career. You somehow convinced him to let it go and have faith you’ll be okay.

-”Alright Y/N, If you ever want it, you can always have a job under me and my agency. Even if you don’t wanna be a hero, you can work on my radio show.”

-Damn leaving Present was like the hardest thing. He was like a positive father figure that you always wanted and finally got, then when everything was good it got ripped away. It hurt so badly.

-Plus present took it so hard because he felt it was his fault, ‘Why did i have to say something?’ ‘It’s all my fault’

-Going back to your home country was like heck? Your parents forced you to stop with all this “hero mess” and made you go on a “more stable” path. They took away all your devices and stuff so you can “focus” but in reality they wanted to make sure you weren’t contacting Present or looking into hero stuff.

-Damn You’re really wishing you took Present up on that offer and let him help you stay

-You couldn’t work on your quirk or train so while everyone was asleep you’d do exercises and warmups Present taught you

-In those few years you were so miserable, and all you wanted to do was go back to japan and go on the path you always wanted to. You missed Hizashi and the friends you had made, Here you were lonely and tired, but there you had so much life and happiness.

-So secretly you were saving money so as soon as you get a chance, you can get away. So occasionally you’s ask for 20 or so dollars to get “books” or “go to the mall” when in reality you were just storing the money away in your secret trust fund lol.

-By the time of graduation you had enough money saved up to go travel, thanks to the extra help of graduation money from family members of course.

-As soon as you got home you brought a ticket, reserved a hotel and packed all you bags and left to the airport by the early morning. Whew you felt as if you were running from the Feds and for some reason that gave you a rush of excitement you hadn’t felt in a long time.

-finally you get to see Hizashi after all this time

-When you got to Japan, you went to the first place you could think of. Present’s agency. You couldn’t quite think of where else to get to him, so this was your first resort.

-Upon arriving you were so nervous. What if Hizashi didn’t even work there anymore?? What if he didn’t want to help? After all you kinda of cut him off even though you promised to keep him posted every once in a while. Although that wasn’t your fault but maybe he hated you for it?

-Either way it was too late now and you were already at the front desk, standing awkwardly standing

-“Hello dear, is there anything I can help you with?”

-“u-Ugh wEll uHhh???”

-“....“

-“....”

-“Do you have an appointment...or….”

-“nO...yeS? Haha i'm sorry, I'm looking for Hizashi Yamada. I’m an old friend and he told me to come here if I ever needed him..?”

-“...right...Your name?”

-“Y/L L/N.”

-“I don’t see you name under any notes or messages for him. By safety protocol I cannot let you up past this floor without a proper appointment or verification.”

-“Well is there anyway that I can leave him a note..with my contact and such? Or a way to set an appointment?”

-“Yes I can leave a note but I cannot guarantee he will see it and you can only make an appointment if you’re an endorser.”

-“Ah I see, Well I guess I’ll just leave a note then? Here is my name and number and can you just tell him I’m back in Japan. I need to talk to him.”

-“of course.” The lady at the front desk smiled as she finished writing the small note and moving it aside with the others

-You began to make your was towards the exit only to be stopped dead in your tracks when you heard an all too familiar voice boom through out the lobby

-“YEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH WHATS UP OFFICE LAAAAADDYYYYY! ANY NEW MAIL FOR ME??? HMM HMM????”

-Turning around, your eyes met the sunflower blonde male that leaned against the counter with a Gigantic smile across his face.

-suddenly a similar smile he wore, slapped across your face as you unconsciously shouted

-“H-hizashi?!”

-instantly his eyes landed upon you, yet his award winning smile vanished and turned into a tired expression

-ugh another crazed fan waiting at the front desk for him.

-except you weren’t, you were his most favorite person on the planet. However you looked so different. And he could hardly recognize you.

-For a moment he just stared at you with the utter most bleak face, until it hit him.

-“America?”

-“Mr. Hizashi!”

-HE IS SOOOO HAPPY SKSKSKSKSKS LIKE BRO HE THOUGHT HE WOULD NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN.

-HE SMILES SO WIDE AND LITERALLY JUMP HUGS YOU

-“MRSSSS. AMERIIICAAAA.”

-he has a moment where he pulls apart and just gazes at you

-i-is that tears in his eyes??

-awww so soft

-sMotheRs yOu In kIssEs (friendly forehead ones lmao)

-He’s just so happy to see you looking healthy and safe. He loves you so much, even if it’s been years.

-“I thought something bad happened to you, I tried emailing and contacting you but no response. Oh I’m so happy I get to see you again! Are you okay? Are you hungry?? Wait let’s go talk at a restaurant.”

-So you guys go to a restaurant and talk and reconcile about the past. Apologized for not responding and talking so long to come back.

-“No worries I’m just glad your here now! How has hero work been? Signed with any major companies.”

-“Haha um actually no not yet.”

-“WHAAAAT?! What are you waiting for?? I’m sure by now your quirk skills and everything has gotten waaay better now with all the training you’ve probably had there. I’m sure you’ll get signed just like that.”

-“Actually Hizashi. The last time I actually trained or really used my quirk was the last time we trained together.”

-He literally thought you were joking. No that’s not possible that was years ago.

-“No I’m serious, my parents wouldn’t let me do hero work after all that went down and they limited the use of my quirk. These past years I’ve been studying to be a pharmacist because my parents says it’s a more realistic job for someone like me and hero work is nonsense.”

-What no? They couldn’t of held a grudge that long? No you were on such a good path to become a hero. He was sure of it. The world really needed someone to step up, with the rise of crime and he knew you could do it. So for your parents to say “nonsense” was so unbelievably stupid.

-“What?” that was all he could muster hearing your news

-“yep! And I couldn’t respond to you because my parents took away all my devices, and gave me ones that were restricted and only for school research purposes. Everything about heroes or quirks that wasn’t related to Pharmaceutical Purposes wasn’t allowed. I actually saved up cash for years and gathered up the money I got from graduation to buy a ticket and a small apartment here. Although I’m sure my parents will be hot when they noticed I left the country, but at least I’ll be thousands of miles away and safe from their antics right? Haha.”

-He was so shocked. He didn’t think him telling off your parents and protecting your from them while you were in Japan, would cause them to go to such extremes. What kind of people?

-“Y-yeah. But don’t worry I’m alive aren’t I!” You laughed out

-He smiles at your attempt of optimism and nodded in agreement

- “Do you still want to become a hero?” He asked twirling his spoon around in the soup he earlier ordered

-“W-Well yes. Actually I do a lot, this world is becoming more cruel and I really hate sitting back and seeing these innocent people who can’t fight back get hurt everyday. But I know it’s hard but It’s something I really still want to do.”

-“Okay then, Y/N I’ll train you and help you become a hero. In the moring I’ll start paper works and a letter to get you into my company under me. I’ll make sure you become the hero you always wanted to be...that I always knew you could be.”

-“Wait are you serious.”

-“Only if you are. We’ll train in the early mournings and I’ll take you with me on patrol at night so you can get a feel of what it’s like. I’ll guide you Y/N and do better than I did before. I owe it to you.”

-And after that, that’s exactly what happened

-you guys were out on a morning run by 5 and working out at the gym around noon. Around 11 at night you guys were on patrol until 3 am. And this went on for months

-He pushes you harder than you possibly knew your body could be pushed

-You your quirk became much stronger and stable.

-teaches you different techniques and gives you pointers on where to go out on patrol and how to look for suspicious behaviors

-you’re under his company and training for about a year or so before you break off and go on your own. He makes sure you’re fully confident and he knows that you’re at a good spot beforehand though.

-You actually get signed under a big company and recruited for a few others all over.

-Before you left his wing, you made sure you thanked him for everything and that he was totally fine with it

-which he was

-He’s still always beside you though. You knew in your heart you still needed his guidance and his friendship in your life, and same for him. He really adores you and doesn’t want to just say goodbye. It hurt so bad the first time, he couldn’t imagine how it would feel departing again.

- He checks up on you everyday and make sure to go out to lunch every one in awhile.

-When you’re kind of lost or stuck or need a shoulder to cry on, he’s always right there.

-“Hizashi...I don’t know. Maybe my parents were right and I’m really not cut out for this. It’s so hard and I’m so tired. I just really want to cry.”

-“Hey shh, don’t worry you’re doing great. It just gets hard sometimes but trust me it’ll get better. I’m right here for you.”

-If you parents did come back to Japan and came to harass you or what not, Hizashi is instantly there protecting you and makes sure they won’t ever do that again. You are not going back to the U.S. with them, even if he has to get the legals involved he would.

-Send little gifts to him every so often as a thank you.

-You stay in Japan for the first couple years of your hero career but then branch out a bit to different countries

-collecting Souvenirs and postcards to send back to hIzAsHI

-When you become super successful he’s like “See Y/N, what did I tell you? You’re going to be fucking great.”

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naptoons · 5 years ago

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Haunt you - brandon arreaga

Warnings: drinking substance, mild language.

Theme: angst

Summary: Brandon regrets breaking up with you for the sake of protecting you, everyday memories of you guys together haunts him, so he decided he’s going to talk to you again and apologize.

A/N: I didn’t proofread, but this song is my current fave atm I’m literally obsessed with it lol. And I saw Brandon fitting this scenario I was in my feels blame the Scorpio in me🥺🤟🏾

You and Brandon were perfect. Every one looked up to y’all as couple goals. You were happy with Brandon, and he was as well with you. Wherever he was you were there. Even Zion would tease y’all and shout “can y’all unstick from each other for two minutes?!” Which ultimately made the both of you blush. Three months into the relationship you’d asked him was he going to introduce you to his fans. Brandon froze up and your question and decided not to answer. From that day forth you haven’t talked to him. Until three weeks later he texted you and broke up with you.

It was hard on you, he never told you why or even tried to talk about it. And that bothered you. But at the same time you thought how could you easily talk about pain? Pain isn’t a buttery smooth topic. Five months passed and you tried to forget about him, throwing yourself into your studies, going outside whenever you felt the need to cry. Texting your friends and practically begging them to come over or hangout with you. Matters didn’t get better when you realized all the members were still following you on Instagram. So you saw all their stories and posts.

Seeing Brandon’s smile made you miss his, made you miss the way his nose slightly crinkled when he smiled. The way his nose ring would constantly shift everytime he laid a kiss on you, caressing his tattoos after both of you came out the shower. The way he would tap your thigh softly while making beats because he wanted you close at all times. It was the little things that made you happy. And now you felt as if you were being greedy and that’s what drove him away from you. Putting on your favorite movie and grabbing your chocolate chip cookies and a bottle of wine. You begin binging the movie. Drinking glass after glass. An hour later the whole bottle was gone.

And your nose was red and your eyelids were puffy, slumped in the covers on your couch. Maybe it was better off this way, he could live his life and travel go on tour do his music. Hell he could get drunk if he wanted too, have one night stands, maybe even find someone whose job is just like his. But you can’t help how badly you want him. Even though you and Brandon have broken up the other members have been texting and checking up on you.

Feeling yourself falling asleep you phone buzzes scaring you , looking at the caller ID you see it’s Zion wanting to FaceTime you. Pulling the covers up to your nose you answer his call. “Hey y/n are you sick?” He asks in a concerned tone

“Having a little allergy problem, that’s all so what’s up?” You ask

“On our way to your house, we’re in town and thought we’d visit, come take you out or something” Zion adds Edwin gets in the camera slightly “y/n!!! We’ve missed you dude” Edwin chimes. You smile, sinking further into the covers.

“I’ve missed you guys too, how are y’all?” You asks

“Pretty great, how’s college going?” Edwin asks

“Sluggish” you giggle, they look at you with furrowed eyebrows “y/n? Are you drunk?” Zion questions you sink your head in the pillow as you start giggling even more but now it’s mixed with salty tears. “We’re on our way y/n” Zion whispers, Zion hangs up the phone as you stand up making your way to the shower, to clean yourself up.

Fifteen minutes later, a knock is at your door, your hair was still semi wet, you step to the side letting them all in, all expect Brandon he wasn’t here. In a way you really wish he was. Just to see how he was doing.

“Y/n? Talk to us, you’ve kinda been ignoring us since...” Zion starts but you cut him off “since we’ve broken up yeah I’m aware, it’s just really hard Zion, getting used to something that isn’t your routine, reverting back to normal, when what was normal before was beautiful” you rant “maybe I’m reminiscing too much on the past and it’s hurting me, but I’m hurting...”

Your voice choked up “I’m hurting cause I’ll never know why” Zion wastes no time pulling you into his arms, followed by the rest of the members wrapping their arms around you. They made you feel a bit better.

They stayed with you for a couple of hours playing board games, screaming at each other in uno, Zion getting real salty about you beating him in Mario kart. Brandon saw all of this through Instagram, seeing that smile it's the way you look, he won't forget it. His friend taps his shoulder making Brandon screenlock his phone.

“Bro you know you still love her, so go tell her” he advises

Brandon shakes his head “no, I can’t but it’s better this way”

His friend chuckles “it’s better for y’all to be miserable and running away from fake fans? Those are the only ones that are going to hate on y’all relationship dude”. Brandon broke up with you because he wanted to save your heart from the ruthless cyber space. He knew that on the internet it can be harsh, and he didn’t want you going through the same thing he does.

He didn’t want a psychopathic liar, twisting things around and making you doubt his love for you. He didn’t want anyone to make a fool out of you. He didn’t want anyone to publicly embarrass you. All he wanted was to see you smile, to see your eyes glisten at him, laugh until y’all turned blue in the face. Cuddle up on the roof at night and paint out fake constellations. It was the little things that haunted him. But he would rather have you away from this dark world than drag you in it.

“Brandon, listen your true fans will support and love you no matter what, look how they treated you and Charlotte. They will do the same with her, and plus if they don’t that’s okay, your family loves her, your friends life her and y’all love each other” his friend further pushes. “So get it through your thick skull and fucking talk to her,get your girl back, hug her kiss her before it’s too late, then it’ll really haunt you”

Brandon nods his head softly knowing one hundred percent his friend was right, texting Zion asking for your address, he grabs his keys rushing to your apartment.

The members left your house an hour ago, leaving you with a sore stomach, they made you laugh, they tried to teach you a dance. You really forgot about your problems for today. But when the moonlight peaked through your curtains. Your emotions would turn detrimental. Your doorbell rings just as you were heading towards your bedroom, confused and startled you wander towards the door, unlocking it you peep your head around seeing the raven haired boy, soaked from head to toe, his glasses glistening from the droplet.

“Brandon?” You question, Brandon weakly smiles at your sudden emotion, you never thought about the day you’d see him again. And now that he’s here your mind is empty. “May I come in?” His voice is soft being careful to think his words through.

“Yeah, of course you’re soaked” you open the door wider letting him step foot on your welcome mat. Closing the door and locking it behind him , Brandon starts taking off his shoes by the door tugging them away in the corner. “Want tea? Don’t want you sick when y’all start recording” you smile remembering how upset Brandon used to get whenever he had a cold and couldn’t record.

Music was his first love you would always tell him, but he’d always argue with you and say “no you’re my first love, stop trying to compete, with something you know you’ll win at”

“Sure, I’ll take your tea, just this time let’s hope you don’t give me diabetes” Brandon jokes

“That was one time !! Ugh” you yell, putting the water in the teapot you turn with the bag, turning around to meet Brandon’s eyes.

“Y/n?” His voice shakes “I’m here to say I’m sorry,you didn’t deserve to be in a toxic relationship, I didn’t deserve to give you pain, and to say I did it because I was scared of what the media would think is beyond fucking stupid” Brandon rarely cursed, and if he did he was serious about it, it had to be something he was passionate about it.

“I know your heart its way beyond being fixed, but I want to try, I want to take my time and heal you, and love you, because y/n I do love you more than I can comprehend, your pain is something I thought about for a while” Brandon reaches for your hand caressing your fingers. “I have a lot more words but I’d rather you hear it” Brandon’s voice vibrates appearing that he may break into tears soon. You nod your head getting the tea off and pouring it into a travel cup, adding in the organic honey and organic sugar, then stir with a spoon.

“I promise it’s not this sweet this time” you smile

“If it is that’s okay, I’ll drink it anyways” Brandon grabs your hand walking towards the door. Putting on his shoes. “What about me I need shoes” you try to turn around but Brandon pulls you closer lifting your legs off the ground.

“No worries your stuff is still at the house” getting outside you lock the door with the keys and he places your phone in his pocket. Running to the car you’re giggling in excitement and a sudden rush of butterflies. He places you in the car, rushing to his side as the rain started to trickledown.

“You’re insane” you giggle

“All because the name of love” he replies smiling

Arriving the the prettymuch house Brandon is holding you as he opens the front door with the key, walking in the house Zion and nick are in the couch. “Hey y’all” you giggle

Zion can’t help but to smile a little “hey” he lets out softly, Brandon smiles back at Zion nodding his head, Zion winks at him and Brandon walks to his room. Placing you down on your feet. You scan his room looking at his new set up, really have changed his sense of style. Brandon grabs your hand sitting you on the chair next to him.

“I can sing better than I can talk, so listen to this” he places his headphones on your head. The guitar begins to strum with the soft vocals of Brandon singing the first lyric of the song “How do I measure up to heights you've been to? How could I ever love you like you're meant to?” Looking at Brandon his fingers tap against the wooden table. Your eyes focused on the fidgeting nerves in my jawline. Sooner or later the chorus comes around.

“Never thought something so beautiful could haunt you Haunt you, haunt you”

You could feel the emotions in this song. Yeah you know he didn’t write it but he sung it as if he did, because it was meant for you to hear. After the song is done you look Brandon in the eyes. Hes biting his nails aching at your sudden response. He wasn’t prepared for your words. You sit on his lap cupping his head. “Brandon, my heart isn’t past broken it’s still trying to heal, and I’m scared, I’ve wished for this day I wished for this conversation, but I don’t know what to say”

Brandon’s eyes sparkling into euphoria, you can tell he’s still in love with you, but you were scared of what may happen. “Brandon I’m really scared” you whisper

“I’m sorry I made you scared baby, but I just wanted it to be known that my actions weren’t the way I truly felt, I still and will always love you” Brandon kisses your cheeks, his hand rubbing your back softly. “Would you like me to take you back home?” Brandon asks you.

“No, I wanna stay here and work it out with my boyfriend” you blurt out, Brandon widen his eyes up at you trying to calm the nerves laugh building up in his throat “I’m scared but I wanna give it chance, Brandon I still love you a lot and if theirs a chance of maybe reconnecting I’ll give it a go” you giggle caressing the nape of his neck “but can we take it slow?”

“Slow burns are all I want with you” Brandon mumbles pulling you into a soft kiss wrapping his arms around your waist,lifting you up the both of you lay down on the bed. You in his chest with one leg on top of his. “You know if I fuck this up Zion said he would beat my ass?” Brandon laughs

“Really? Zion has feelings?” You laugh caressing his jawline with your fingernails, Brandon nods his head falling into your trance while rubbing the tips of y’all noses together “I’ve missed you so much” you whisper

“I’ve missed you more babylove, so much” Brandon hums on your ear laying kisses from your ear to your lips “and I love you” Brandon just spills his body tensing at the words that flew out. you just giggling kissing his lips on last time. “I love you too honey”

#prettymuch #prettymuch imagines #brandon arreaga #brandon arreaga concepts #brandon imagines

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delightfullygrace · 5 years ago

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Evenings I’d Like to Spend with the Enneatypes

Type 1: Doing whatever they’d like to do, but making it better. If they want a night of smash bros, I’ll play until they get bored and then suggest different ways to play (all random, only Pokémon, etc.) or a different game if they seem like they’re tired of the battle. If they want a night on the town, you’d best believe we’re gonna explore places they didn’t know about, but would totally love (like the art museum or the really good boba place). Honestly, just letting them take the lead but being prepared if they run out of ideas.

Type 2: Movie night with endless chocolate, popcorn, drinkage, etc. The movie is whatever they’ve mentioned wanting to see, but haven’t actually gotten around to. We just chill on the couch and enjoy getting lost in another world. When the movie’s over, we just talk about it as the credits roll on the now muted TV. It’s an opportunity for them to enjoy themselves without obligation to serve, to take part in something with someone else instead of for someone else.

Type 3: Over or after dinner, whenever they have time, just hanging out and talking about the future and our plans. Listening to them talk about how hard they’ve been working on their most recent project. Talking about how far we’ve come since we met and what we’re planning to do in the future. Just honestly giving them the ability to relax, reflect, and feel like they’re exactly where they need to be.

Type 4: Sitting by a stream, inside with some tea, or just driving around talking about where our hearts are and trying to meet each other there. Sharing songs that resonate with us and aesthetics we like. Talking about how our walk with God’s going, what’s going on in our friendships/relationships, and reflecting.

Type 5: A dinner at home, listening to them ramble about something they’ve been researching lately. Asking them questions, sharing what I’ve learned, and looking up stuff on our phones about it. This would definitely fade to us sitting on the couch getting lost in Wikipedia and occasionally breaking the silence with, “Oh, apparently [interesting, obscure fact.]”

Type 6: Sitting wherever they’re most comfortable and listening to them talk about something they’re really passionate about, assuring them that I actually care about what they’re saying. Also telling them about how I view them, assuring them that they’re a pillar and support to me and that they have a positive influence on everyone they meet.

Type 7: Oh no, there’s two of us. Honestly, it depends. We could either go to Walmart and explore, which is my go-to. We could go to a restaurant and befriend the waiter, order something weird, or put a meme in the window behind us until we leave (<<that one actually happened and the window was beside the drive through, so everyone waiting for their food at the very busy Cookout was entertained with our stupidity). We could go night hiking, or “Nighking.” We could sit one of our rooms and look at memes. Honestly, there’s no end to what we could and would do and that is a delightful problem. We need supervision and guidance. Please don’t leave us alone, we will cause chaos.

Type 8: Doing whatever they’re in the mood to do tbh. Drive around some back roads and get lost, eat food they’ve made and have a rousing debate over something stupid or a discussion about what we love, get some exercise in (they can lead me in cardio or I can lead them in yoga), etc. I’d just like to experience their intensity and vulnerability for a bit; the only type 8 my age I know is probably a mistype, so I genuinely don’t know what they’re like irl. Teach me!

Type 9: Coffee Date. We could sketch, talk, walk around outside, I don’t care. I just want to drink an interesting café drink in their presence. They’re so warm to be around and fun to listen to and UGH, probably my favorite type to spend an evening with. As I always do in the presence of a 9, I’d suggest brilliant and stupid ideas and watch them laugh at me and try to, kindly, tell me I’m an idiot. It’s honestly the best. Walking around with a coffee would probably be the most fun though, so I’ll go with that! (meanwhile, I’d gather data to see what they actually like and I’d plan accordingly for next time...HYEHEHEH.)

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glitterandmoondustofficial · 4 years ago

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Side To Side

Chapter 198: Blue

Characters: Ruby, Law, Ikkaku Rating: T Warnings: Language, adult situations with adult solutions, anxiety Notes: Sorry for such a long wait. I've been writing a lot of stuff recently, but it's all been post canon stuff. Speaking of, can you believe people honestly think that Law is going to die?!

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Ruby woke up to an empty bed, which was very normal. She was used to her boyfriend waking up before her and not being a total dick and letting her sleep. She snuggled into the covers further, letting the warmth from them take her. She was half-way asleep again when she heard the door open.

“Alright, I let you sleep in enough. Time to be an adult.” She heard Law say in his grumpy tone.

“But Laaaaaw,” she whined. He ripped the blankets off of her. “Noooooo!”

“Get up, brat.”

Ruby sat up and stretched. He didn’t have to be so mean. He knew that she slept naked and that the sub was cold. She relaxed and stared at him and his raised right brow. She opened her arms and grinned widely at him.

“Kiss.”

“No. Get dressed.”

She pouted. “Don’t be so grumpy. Kiss me.”

Law scoffed and leaned down to kiss her. “There, now get dressed and do your job.”

Ruby wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him onto the bed. He groaned annoyed but didn’t move. “But I’ve got a black eye and bruised knuckles, you should let me be lazy.”

“No.”

“Don’t be so gruuuumpyyyyy.”

Law groaned. “You’re like this too early in the morning,” he complained. “Come on. Clione made pancakes.”

“Oh fuck!” She exclaimed and jumped out of bed. “Pancake time.”

Law watched with a half amused gaze as she flitted around the room throwing on some shorts and a black tank top. She slipped into her fuzzy slippers and threw her hair into a big, poofy bun.

“Let’s go, loser.” She grabbed his hand and dragged him along. She heard Law sigh but he held onto her hand all the same.

He tugged on her arm and she stopped, turning to look at him in curiosity. He pulled her towards him and kissed her forehead. Ruby smiled warmly and hugged him happily. He kissed her forehead again. She tilted her head up and they kissed chastely.

Her heart felt light. It was like she was floating on air. She was so happy to have him in her arms. He nuzzled her nose and she didn’t even flinch when he brushed against the bruising on her eye and cheek.

“Sorry you have a black eye and bruised knuckles.”

“I wouldn’t be here today if that stuff had ever stopped me.”

He made a noise in agreement and hugged her. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, mo chuisle. I’ll always fight for you and protect you. You are my captain after all.”

“That’s why?” He raised his brow. “Not because we’re a couple and you love me?”

“Nope.” She gave him a toothy grin. “Come on. You being mushy is denying me my pancakes.”

“Nope,” he said her words back to her. “You gotta deal with it.”

“Weren’t you the one dragging me out of bed?” She didn’t turn away when he leaned in and kissed her again. Oh, and she could kiss him all day. She was lost in his lips; in his arms; in his scent.

She felt someone smack the back of her head and yelped.

“It’s too early,” Ikkaku groused. “Don’t you guys have a room for that?”

Ruby groaned and rubbed the back of her head. “Fine,” she huffed. She grabbed Law’s hand and started to pull him along again. “Pancake time.”

The three of them made their way to the mess. Law and Ruby sat down next to each other while Ikkaku sat across from them. Ruby sat, with her huge stack of 4 pancakes, and happily dug in.

Law covered his mouth and Ikkaku grinned at her. Ruby looked up curiously. “What?”

“You’re so cute, Ruby.” Ikkaku leaned in and pinched her cheek. “Also, that’s a lot of food for you. Three bacon, four pancake, many egg.”

“Bro, I have been so hungry as of late.”

“You were just in a huge fist fight. You probably still need to recover from that.”

“Mmm yeah. I conked out last night.” Ruby shoved some eggs in her mouth. She looked over to Law who was sipping his coffee causally. She smiled and returned to her meal. “It will be nice to be in the greenhouse today. It’s going to be a day of just picking the produce and putting them in crates.”

“That’ll be good.”

“Mmhmm.”

Ikkaku and Ruby made small talk while Law drank his coffee and occasionally rubbed Ruby’s knee. It was a good morning. She ate until she was full and happily relaxed around her nakama.

She was in her greenhouse, picking her strawberries and absolutely snacking on them when her stomach started to cramp. She groaned and sat in one of her chairs and rubbed her stomach.

“I hope I didn’t eat too much, ugh.” She let out a breath and closed her eyes, leaning into the chair. She opened her eyes when the door opened.

“Aren’t you supposed to be picking strawberries?” She heard Law’s gruff voice.

“My stomach just started to cramp real bad.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be starting your menstrual cycle this week?”

“Uhhhhh,” she looked over to him. “Why do you know that?”

“Why wouldn’t I know that?”

Ruby rolled her eyes. “Lemme check the calendar.” She stood up and walked over to her messy, tiny desk. She felt around for her dirt covered calendar and looked at it. She stared at it, starting to frown. “It was supposed to be last week.”

“Well, being late can happen. I wouldn’t worry about it.” Law said very doctorly and matter-of-factly. Ruby sighed and looked at him with a frown. “Do you want to take a test?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, come on. I assure you it will be fine, though.”

“Humor me.”

“I said I would, come on.” He said with an annoyed sigh. Ruby walked up to him and nervously took his hand. He relaxed and leaned in and kissed her temple. “It’ll be okay.”

She nodded and let him lead her to the clinic. She nervously fidgeted as he pulled out a sample cup. He handed it to her with an expectant raised brow.

“I expect you know what to do by now.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled as she walked away and into the bathroom.

She let out a large, anxious sigh. She’s never had to do this with him before. She never thought she would. Although, his obvious confidence in the matter made it seem like it was fine. And, let’s be real, he was probably right and she was just being paranoid. However, if it was what it was she wanted it taken care of immediately. She didn’t want anything to do with anything. She just wanted to go pick strawberries while Law’s smooth voice talked to her while he momentarily ignored his duties.

She squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She’s cleaned up now. She was safe. She was healthy. This wasn't supposed to happen. She took a deep breath, barely holding back her sob. She closed her eyes and counted back from 10. She straightened her back and washed her hands. She made sure to make it look like she wasn’t crying as she checked herself one last time in the mirror.

She walked back into the clinic, her sample cup in her hand. She handed it to Law and he took it casually. He set it down on the table and leaned in and kissed her forehead.

“You don’t need to cry over this, we’ll take care of it.”

Of course he knew. He always knew.

They sat on the bed in the middle of the room while the machine ran it’s test. “Let’s not leave it up to an unreliable stick.” He said, annoyed that she would even consider something like that. Ruby had grabbed his hand and was playing with it, trying to ignore her anxiety. He stopped her and firmly held her hand.

“Relax,” he told her. He didn’t care. No. It’s not even that he didn’t care, he knew. He knew there was nothing wrong and that she was just worrying herself to death. He wasn’t nervous, at most he was a little annoyed that she pulled him away to deal with her anxiety. There was not a single ounce of doubt flowing through his veins and he didn’t hide that he knew he was right.

The machine beeped and Law stood up. He walked over to the machine and tapped a couple keys. He didn’t look at her when he said, “negative.”

Ruby collapsed onto the bed and let out a relieved sigh. She felt tears in her eyes again and fought them back. She heard the click of Law’s shoes as he walked over and behind her. She opened her eyes and watched him stare at her.

“Why were you so anxious? You’ve been through this before in a less safe environment.”

She hesitated. She took a breath. “I just…” she sighed. “I thought I was over this kinda stuff.”

“It was negative, babe.”

“I know. And it’s not like you would throw me off the ship.”

“Of course.” He looked offended that it was even brought up. “Look, if you’re really that anxious about it I can make you a pill. Vasectomies are almost 100% effective. You will never get pregnant.” Ruby frowned and sat back up. She pouted and Law sighed. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, laying his chin on her head. “You’ve been under some stress recently, that’s probably why you are late. You were eating more because you were recently in a couple of fights. You were getting stomach cramps because you’re about to start your menstrual cycle. You are okay and everything is normal.” Ruby sighed and leaned back into him. “Sorry that I’m not being empathetic enough.”

Ruby shrugged. “You have, like, zero empathy so that doesn’t surprise me.”

“Then sympathy. Compassion?”

“It’s fine. I need your rationality anyway.” She rubbed his arms. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, letting his presence relax her. “Will you massage my feet later tonight?”

“Maybe. If you finish picking your strawberries.”

“Slave driver,” she muttered, fingering his hands.

“Yep.” He pulled away from her and she pouted. Ruby took a deep breath and hopped off of the bed. She adjusted her top and sighed.

“I’m gonna go back to work.”

“Good,” Law said with a little relief in his tone. He was probably feeling better that she wasn’t letting her anxiety take over. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

“Yep.”

Ruby spent the next few hours picking strawberries, like her original plan for the day was. Ikkaku came by to chat and had no idea what happened, and Ruby wanted to keep it like that for now. Yes, Ruby was fine now, but she was still relaxing from churning in her stomach from before.

She didn’t see Law again until dinner, where they were fed a hearty soup and soda bread (everyone’s favorite captain not eating the bread). She was mopping up the last of her soup with her bread, still a bit hungry and thinking about going back for seconds.

“Eat,” Law said. “You need more calories if you’re getting hungry more often.”

“I know,” she said and finished off the rest of her bread. She stood up and sighed. “My ass is going to get fat.”

“How is that a bad thing?” Law grinned when she rolled her eyes. “Do you care?”

“Not really, no,” she shrugged and walked into the kitchen, getting more soup and bread. She ate her meal, feeling a bit nostalgic of her long forgotten memories of a kid. Her mind started drifting into thought of her as a kid. What a terrible, troublesome child she was. Any kids of hers would be nightmares. Any kids of Law’s would be nightmares. Yikes. Their kids would be terrible, terrible children. She sighed wistfully. Thank god she wasn’t pregnant.

She leaned in and kissed Law’s cheek. He gave her a funny look, like why in the hell was she being so blatantly affectionate around people at the dinner table. She just grinned at him. So absofuckinglutely glad she was not pregnant.

“You’re in a much better mood than earlier,” Law commented as he massaged her feet.

“It’s because I started to think about us as parents.”

Law stopped immediately and stared at her like he saw a ghost. “Y-You’re not thinking of…”

“No!” She laughed. “I was thinking how any kids of ours would be monsters and how we would be terrible parents!”

“You would be such a bitch when pregnant.”

“I know!”

Law gave her a tired smile. He leaned up and captured her lips in an obviously relieved kiss. “I love you. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“Me too. Eating helped.”

“It’s amazing what food and a nap will do.”

Ruby grinned and kissed him again. “Alright, continue with the massage. My feet hurt.” Law rolled his eyes but continued.

She was so happy. She could continue her life on the sea by his side. She could continue to be with Ikkaku and her Heart Pirates. She was so so so happy to be childfree and with her nakama and on the sea. She had her lover; she had her nakama; and she’ll never need anything more.

#one piece fanfiction #opfanfic #trafalgar law #one piece #lawxoc #law x oc #side to side #sela ruby #ruby sela

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edgarbright · 6 years ago

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Kyle’s Route part 6

Initial ramblings ft. extra rambling edition!

Minor spoilers from Edgar’s route and mentions from Loki’s route

Catching up from Saturday's Lucky Time! This part is an INSTANT FAN FAVORITE! (The fan is me, I’m the fan lol) It's giving me all that Red Army officer content I crave! I honestly love it so much that this is going to be long and extra wordy and I’m still going to end up having to leave stuff out...

Alice enjoying Kyle's fingers combing through her hair is HIGHLY relatable. I’d say please continue but--

EDGAR DARLING I MISSED YOU!!

Kyle: "Why are you here, though? Don't tell me a superhuman like you got inured?"

Edgar: "Of course I'm not injured. I just brought you a treat."

Remember that time Edgar got his face scratched at the beginning of his own route while trying to protect Alice? Or rather when Alice was trying to protect him? Me too.

FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT I LOVE EDGAR BRIGHT ヽ(；▽；)ノ

He's so self-aware and considerate of others. "I have to do [train the soldiers hard] to make them stronger, but I know it makes more for you [Kyle] and your assistant." "I figured you'd be tired, so I brought you something sweet." But all of us know Kyle doesn't like sweet things!

'A gentle smile on his face, Edgar walked right up to me.' This is so refreshing considering how mysteriously and disconcertingly DEAD INSIDE Edgar was in Loki's route. Those emotionless eyes... They never explained why Edgar was emotionally/mentally in such a worse state in Loki’s route than all the others, did they? I’m glad to see he’s doing as well as he can in Kyle’s route!

Edgar brought Alice (and only Alice because we all know Kyle won’t want them) caramel corn (cute!) While he insists again it's a treat, he reveals it to be a peace offering.

EDGAR WANTS TO BE HER FRIEND I'M PREENING. Edgar wanting to get along and be close to Alice in just about every route is my life’s blood.

I also like how the prior Red Army solider accused Alice of plotting to put poison in his wound, and here Alice is thinking Edgar's treat could be poisoned. The wheel of suspicion goes round and round~!

Kyle and his alcoholism vs Edgar and his sweet tooth. Neither one of you is allowed to judge the other istg lmao. We know Edgar uses candy to make himself feel better. Kyle is surely using alcohol as a crutch for something, too...

Kyle: "Anyway, it's rare for you [Edgar] to share your sweets. You usually keep them all to yourself and scarf them down in secret."

Yes, Edgar scarfs them down in secret, but that's because people (like Kyle) chastise him for it...! But also what are you saying? Edgar is ALWAYS sharing his candy in other routes/events?? The shining light to this possible discrepancy/change is that means ALICE gets to be the one (1) person bonding with Edgar over their mutual sweet tooth. I can allow this!! Let the special friendship begin (again)!!

Edgar follows up on Kyle’s observation: "You're quite right. This is actually a peace offering. Because I don't want Irene to hate me."

HE SAYS ALICE'S NAME I'M !!!!!! His self-awareness as always is FANTASTIC like goddamn this 2D is beautiful inside and out. (I could never hate you, dearest jellybean. Thanks for the caramel corn and the gentle smiles I'm going to drop so many more votes on you in the Cradle Awards.)

Long story short: Edgar continues to be entirely fantastic and absolutely wonderful at trying to clear up misunderstandings, not just for his sake but Jonah and Kyle's as well.

This Edgar is INCREDIBLY GENTLE AND SWEET like please, Edgar, please, I'm trying to romance Kyle here... Edgar's charm is so fierce I'm swooning.

Once Alice leaves to grab lunch, I love the one-on-one we get between Kyle and Edgar. Edgar knows entirely what Kyle is doing despite Kyle instance he's only watching over Alice out of duress lol But Edgar calling Alice a cute assistant~! Don't worry, Edgar, Alice will be your assistant in your route, too!

Edgar and Kyle do so right by Alice. Edgar’s Alice knew it and hopefully Kyle’s Alice will know it soon when she, you know, stops plotting to escape LOL

Edgar about Kyle: "That soft heart of yours makes you incapable of turning people away. But even so, you seem to be paying an awful lot of attention to Alice. I couldn't resist teasing you a bit."

I love both of these men tbh.

Kyle: "Ugh, fine. I get it. You're not plotting anything. You're just entertaining yourself."

Edgar: "Bingo."

I really, really love both of these men.

Several days later and Alice is still having to wake up Kyle every morning (RIP Kyle he’s going to live to the ripe old age of 24 at this rate). But it's so cute that he skips out on answering the question of just HOW he used to wake up every morning before Alice by pointing out that because he has Alice NOW, it doesn't matter what he did before.

CUE GROUP RED ARMY INTERACTION IN THE HALLWAY! Kyle, Edgar, Zero, Alice, and... Lancelot!! Kyle and Zero are sweet towards Alice and respectful towards Lancelot. Meanwhile Kyle @ Lancelot is like one degree away from 'Heyyy, bro, you’re up early let’s go it iHop.'

ALSO OH MY GOD I'M BEYOND DELIGHTED Y'ALL. I made a post a while back for the King of Spades Harr AU about my ideal Sirius for a struggling Lancelot-Sirius friendship and... THIS ROUTE IS GIVING THAT TO US BUT WITH KYLE! Lancelot being blank-faced and tight lipped and yet there is Kyle being friendly and familiar and relaxed with him. Kyle not finding an issue with joking around with Lancelot considering they’ve known each other for so long. This is EXACTLY what Lancelot needs in a friend I'm crying. Kyle, you're so down to Earth and wonderful!

Kyle: "Lancelot never gets much sleep and he hardly ever eats."

All of these men are a MESS. First Kyle then Edgar now Lancelot. Alice, pls help them, the Red Army is dying from the inside out! Although Kyle says drinking is his hobby, so he still needs to get on step one of the recovery program by admitting he has a problem lol.

And awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! Alice making Kyle a late night snack to fill his stomach so he won't want to drink! That's so sweet! This is exactly the pro-activeness I want to see! And I know it’s not her job to try to help/fix him but I LOVE that she’s taking it upon herself to do so.

But then we catch Jonah instructing the kitchen staff on how to make a breakfast for Lancelot! And his breakfast menu is so goddamn heavy RIP Lancelot’s poor, withering stomach LMAO

Jonah to Alice: "But I'm with [Lancelot] all the time, so I know him better than anyone."

With how high of a pedestal Jonah keeps Lancelot on, I don't believe Jonah can properly see Lancelot due to cloud coverage, but I do love how hard Jonah tries! Please help your king!

#kyle's route #kyle route spoilers #my ikerev #when i say rambling i mean rambling

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@livlovesbangtan and @gukieyoongles tagged me, thanxx 🤭🤭🤭

I wrote too much stuff and also stupid stuff, feel free to pass it if it bores you. But it really relieved me to get these of my chest.

little rules our game has is;

*tag the person who tagged you

*answer the questions

*tag 10 people

i am starting ahahaha!

1. how tall are you?

I am 163 cm i guess, but I haven’t have measured since 8th grade and actually I feel like I haven’t grow since then. And my lil sis is even taller than my ideal height, ugh cryyy... Is there any one magic to spare me a few centimeters 🙏🙏

2. what colour and style is your hair?

My real hair colour is dark brown but i colored my hair with some temporary hair dye at the end of 2017 and around february 2018, 2 times. I dye it to a colour ‘Toffee Caramel’ and since my hair has really dark colour i didn’t expect it to change my hair colour too much but i think it did. Actually the dye was popular and also under nice brand. So i trusted and it was saying only for 28 wash or something <sorry i couldn’t translate 🤭🤭🤭> But i still have that dye at the ends of my hair but it looks horrible but my hair is so damaged. I cut it short, it doesn’t get longer and i don’t know what to do. I want to dye my hair in darker colour, similar to my real hair color and have my own colour back but my sister doensn’t let me do. HELP!!!

3. what colour are your eyes?

Dark brown 🤭🤭🤭 listen this song 😉 this song for all the jungoo lovers..

PS: I might write somethings about this song 🤭🤭🤭

4. do you wear glasses?

Thankfully no. Because glasses never look good on me, even sunglasses. Maybe because i have sharp and thick eye brows but i love my eye brows 🤭 🤭🤭 But everyone in my family wears glasses due to eye problems so i might wear in the future.

5. Do you wear braces?

I never wear braces and actually i am scared of dentists so i am glad.

6. what’s your fashion sense?

Actually it is very complicated. I might like anything. But i am not so into popular fashion sense, i sometimes find it weird or can’t like some fashion trends no matter what.

I like to wear anything i found stylish and what wanted to wear and if feel that suited me. Actually if i feel confident with my clothes, hair, make up and over all look, my day starts so nice but if not, nothing helps too much. But lately i am in a depressive mood, especially at college and i feel super fat and ugly and i had other problems. But i am in a spring break and i hope to start motivated to new semester.

I love high waisted jeans and short tshirts. I dont like thick sweaters because i feel suffocated idk why. I love wearing short sleeves any time. I love sneakers. I love cute clothes.

7. full name?

I dont want to expose my real name here, I mean friends i have here know it but this post can be seen by everyone and i dont want anyone from my real life to find me so i am passing this question, sorry 🤗🤗🤗

8. when were you born?

I was born in 1999 and @gukieyoongles i definetely agree to you about being 90′s child ahaha if my older sister read this she would laugh at this 90′s child part but yes i am 😒😒😒

9. where are you from and where do you live now?

I will pass this question too, sorry 🤗🤗🤗

10. what school do you go to?

I am in college or university, I don’t know the difference between them, please enlighten me. We use university in my language but to be exact i am undergraduate student.

11. what kind of student are you?

I used to be number one student because my mother was primary school teacher, my father is professor at university and my sister studied in best schools. So i had the effect and actually i was so focused and used to this thing. But in last semester of 10th grade my life turned upside down in the aspect of success. I lose it so fast and it added up my depression, I felt like only speciality i had was being a succesful student and now i am nothing. But i actually lost my motivation that times so i didnt put some effort. But due to my 10 years of hard work, I get the chance to get into nice university.

I am still lazy and unsuccessful but lately trying to get better so wish me luck 🙏🙏🙏

12. do you like school?

I dont like it but that must be something with my self. Because after 2 semesters i still couldn’t adapt it totally. I hate being alone at school but also i am not such a social butterfly. So i feel confused. I have friends but i feel awkward sometimes. I don’t know adult life is so hard.

And also i sometimes feel like i hate my major but sometimes i love. So when the lessons are hard i cry and feeling like i dont belong here. So my advise is studying your dream job. but i dont have one, so yeah 😫😫😫

13. favorite subject?

Actually none, engineering majors suck. I love English lessons because i only feel confident in them and understand things easily and sometimes enjoy. But it is also about academic sides of English, so not very fun.

14. favourite tv shows?

I don’t watch tv, also i don’t watch tv shows online too. I sometime start series on Netflix or some korean dramas but lose my interest soon. I AM BORED BORING 🤐🤐🤐

15. favourite movie?

I don’t have an exact one but I love Harry Potter films and Midnight in Paris as the ones i remember. I recently watched To All The Boys i Loved Before, Like for Likes(korean film), Shazam and enjoyed all there of them. But i don’t have a favourite one because i don’t watch a lot.

16. favourite books?

I am not a good reader of real life books because i might lost my consciousnes with fanfiction and fangirl stuff. But now i really want to read somethings, but have no time, but will try my best. This year i finally read Pride and Prejudice and love it too much. *searches for her Darcy hopelessly* 🤭🤭🤭 I also read a book related to Pride and Prejudice, it’s name is Austenland and it slapped me in the face about reality. If someone read it, dm me, i really need someone to talk about it without giving spoilers.

Also i read last year Stranger by Albert Camus. I don’t think i understand it exactly but it gave me this feeling in my chest. I think a lot of people probably read it, I would also love to talk about this book if you dm me.

I read all Harry Potter books except the last one idk why. But i read them in 8th grade. I know I was pretty late to read them but I was scared of Harry Potter 🤭🤭🤭 But now I reminisce that year as the best year of my life despite the fact that i was preparing for high school enterance exams. So Harry Potter holds a lot of emotions and memories for me.

17. favourite pastime?

Wasting my time! Spending all my time on social media. Sleeping too much. Listening music with my earphones and stare outside dreamily. Doing some penpal and bulletjournaling projects(i cant do lately tho)

But in everyday life my favourite past time is listening songs we like while my sister is driving us to school. We also talk, gossip, laugh, sing along. We do it everyday while commuting and i enjoy it too much. Our school is pretty far and i dont really enjoy car rides but sometimes i enjoy this time too much that i want it to last longer.

18. do you have any regrets?

Too many. But i can’t change them. So best thing is focusing to future but I am a person who lives thinking past and lost chances or mistakes so it ruins me. But actually to live it free, forgetting and trying to not to do them again is the best.

19. dream job?

I dont really know, but something that can make me happy. I want to go to work eagerly, enjoy my work and be proud of with my life. Something that can satisfy me and make me improve myself.

I had dreamed to be singer similar to @livlovesbangtan . But I might hate singing if I have the responsibility so no. I would love to sing and annoy people while showering like Namjoon. 🤭🤭🤭

20. would you ever like to be married?

Yes, i would love to. But actually for a very long time marriage scared me. Because of the people around me and our culture. My dad and mom had rational marriage so it also made me lose my faith. Also i see like everyone marry and streotypical life starts. People work, have childs and WHAT!!!

I am not necesserily living for marrying. I would never, if I can’t find the love of my life or i can’t trust someone. But i am such a hopeless romantic, I want to experience pure love for someone and get the same love back. It doesn’t sound so realistic so I might find it ever. But still i wish.

I want to have someone I can trust but actually it never happens in real life. Or i can’t like someone in that way, i always find some flaws. So i really need to fall in love miserably to not to see anything and love someone too much, but i don’t know if i can.

I want my s/o to propose me in a night picnic, alone and out of sudden. I would love him to carry the ring in his necklace and didn’t plan to propose exactly. Like he wants to but doesn’t know when, so he carries it with him. And that night with outbursting love, he would propose me and i accept and we have surprise weddding that night by our selves. UwU *dead*

21. would you like to have kids?

I am not sure. First of all, I would marry to spend all my time with my s/o not for having childs. <saying this just because a lot of people around me does like that>

I love kids but I am not sure. Like they are so cute as a baby and child but what if i can’t stand while they are in puberty?! 🤭🤭🤭

Also i sometimes feel like ‘why did i born? i didn’t want this? i don’t want to live!’ . Also feel like what if my child feels the same? Also think it is selfish to bring someone to life because we want to but life is just for suffering. Idk, i am pretty pessimist sometimes. And i dont know 😭😭😭

but i love babies, especially when they hold my forefinger with their whole fist. *cryyyyyy*

22. how many?

Idk, bro.

23. do you like shopping?

Yes 😉🤗🤭 i love to buy stupid things that i dont need or use.

24. what countries have you visited?

I only visited UK and actually i loved it 😍😍😍. Also spent one day in Georgia, see around in a one day trip. But i would like to see more.

25. scariest nightmare you have ever had?

Let’s not talk about this. I see stupid, weird, annoying, scary dreams too much and i hate it.

26. any enemies?

I used to have too many, but actually i realised it was one sided hate. They annoyed me but didn’t give any fuck. I hated but it only effected me, they continued carelessly so i decided to not to have one. I feel annoyed and dislike and hate people but control it to not to effect on my life. Also i try to not to have any fights with anyone. If i really don’t like them i ignore them etc.

27. any significant other?

Not yet but waiting for him to find me!

But i can’t pass this without mentioning jeon the dork jungkook. I love him 😍😭🤭

28. do you get along with your family?

I love them and i am very attached to them but also fight with them time to time.

29. do you believe in miracles?

I believe but don’t believe i will have one.

30. how are you?

I dont know. Not too bad, not too good, enjoying but sometimes bored but sometimes tired of this life but sometimes enjoying too much???

I warned at the start so i don’t know if someone is reading still. but thanks for reading and feel free to talk to me about this stuff.

I tag everyone who wants, please tag me so i can read your answers. as the 10 people thing;

@teanites @artjjk @nochuuuenthusiast @yoongspeach @iamsadsstuff @mintseesaw @jeons-wasabi @arthoejaebum @yoongithes @kayakookie

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