#Ya know. I tried to do a normal ''''''faded'''''''' haircut for the first time and. I'm not mad.

[mx-flint]

Never talk to me or my beautiful girl the hair clipper ever again.

[djmariutza]

SKULLGIRLS: MIDNIGHT’S STORY “WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS”

PART 2

Midnight’s POV

“So, what do you think? Adorable, right?” Carol asked.

We were sitting on a bench under a maple tree (no wonder why it’s called the Maplecrest Park) after we hanged out a bit. Earlier we had been eating ice cream and we had been walking for a while. It was a sunny day and the wind was blowing gently. It was almost evening.

“Hmmmm.... the dog’s cute I guess.” Filia said. “But the Parasite looks like my dad’s old haircut.”

Dagron snickered. I smiled.

“I think you mean SAMSON looks like your dad’s ol’ haircut” the Parasite said. “So, he used ta be a total stud, huh?” he asked.

Dagron’s smile faded, his eyes widening in surprise. I looked at him.

“You alright, D?” I asked him. Dagron didn’t answered.

“Ew, no! He looked like a JANITOR!” Filia answered Samson.

“Samson?!!” Dagron burst surprised.

Samson widened his eyes. “Dagron?!!”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?!” both Parasites said at the same time. 

Filia and Carol were visibly shocked and speechless. I was surpirsed, but not shocked. I know Dagron for a very long time and I know he has has his own secrets. A lot of them actually.

“Wait a ding-dong sec, you guys know each other?!” I asked.

“Unfortunately, yes.” Dagron answered. “We had stopped Sekhmet’s bloody attacks a few times, until she tricked us and made most of the people fear Parasites. We were partners in crime back then.”

Dagron told me a few times about Sekhmet without telling me who is her host. One day I found out from the news about the blood scandal that Eliza, the singer and the diva from Bastet’s Den who is working for the Mafia, is Sekhmet’s host.

Samson smiled. “But fortunately for YOU, partner, you finally found a host.” he said, then he looked at me. “When have you met him, kid?” the Parasite asked.

“Ten years ago.” I answered. “I saved him from a car that almost killed him. Dagron’s sittin’ on my shoulders since then.”

“I see.” Samson said. “Nice guitar anyway.”

“Thanks. It’s actually a Living Weapon. My aunt created it by accident. Don’t ask how.”

“Its name is Norgad.” Dagron said. ”Somehow I’m connected with it.”

“Why do you sound like Leviathan?” Samson mumbled quickly for himself.

“What was that?!” Dagron asked.

“Nothin’!” Samson said. “Anyway, about the house...” He looked at Filia. “Well, I ain’t no janitor, but I bet Dog and I here could clean the clocks of anyone who tries ta mess with ya. You got a 2-for-1 package deal here: me bringin’ in the brawn while this furball supplies the cute.”

“Arf!” the dog barked.

“Well, Uncle Vitale HAS been buggin’ me agout getting some security, but I’d be LESS safe alone with those goons he hangs out with-buncha creeps...” Filia said a bit annoyed.

I managed once to scare the crap out of those goons. With the help of Dagron, of course. Those Medici goons are all around Maplecrest and they are much more annoying than a swarm of mosquitoes. I know that Filia is the “Mafia Princess”- she’s Lorenzo Medici’s granddaughter- but still... Maplecrest  is a peaceful neighborhood with or without those goons, y’know...

Samson smiled. “Your problems are solved, kiddo.” he said. “Trust me, I’m a livin’ legend- anyone tries to tangle with you, Dog and I here’ll straighten ‘em out!”

Dagron rolled his eyes.

“Ruff!” Dog barked.

“...Deal!” Filia said after a moment. 

“Anyway, what time is it?” Carol asked. “I must be home before 6 o’ clock.”

“Well... It’s 5:30.″ I said looking at my phone’s watch.

“Sorry, guys, but I have to go. See you all tomorrow!”

“Bye, Carol!” Filia and I said at the same time.

Carol left us in a hurry waving her hand. Filia and I waved back, then, followed by Dog, we walked in the park for a few minutes then we started to walk towards our homes. My house is next to Filia’s and we are living close to the park.

“First things first...” Filia told Samson. “If you’re gonna live with us, you’re gonna have to lie low. I bet my parents wouldn’t like me LOOKING at a Parasite.”

“For Pete’s--” Samson startled. “It ain’t like we’re murderers!”

Filia made her smug face. Yes, THAT smug face.

“ ’Smug face’ mode on, miss Filia!” Dagron joked. I smiled.

“Oh yeah?” she told Samson. “So what happens when you leave your... host or whatever?” she asked him.

“That ain’t... okay, sure, it don’t end well for them but we Parasites take that stuff seriously!” Samson said. “We never bail unless it’s a matter of life and death!”

“Woof woof!” Dog barked.

“You got it right, pal!” Samson said. “Look, you wanna me ta lie low- easy peasy! Check this out!”

Samson closed his eyes and mouth. Now Dog looks like a normal dog without any Parasite. Filia gave Dagron an unsure look.

“I guess... this will suffice.” Dagron said. “But if something bad happens to miss Filia because of you, Samson, you’re dead!” he threatened the other Parasite.

Samson gave Dagron a thumbs up with his hair tendril.

“Works for me!” Filia said ignoring Dagron threatening Samson. “C’mon! We’re close!”

“Just... pray that it will work, Filia” I said.

“Will do.”  

[allstarsstorymode867]

All-Stars -Story Mode- [CHAPTER 14] Part 3

Part 2 - [YOU’RE HERE] - Part 4

All finished with Part 3, I hope you’ll like it.

And looks like this part is short so I will leave it @sampoststuff and @gulliblepineapples to figure out how Pyro thinks of this after they had met Dempsey’s Ultimis self in this part. Good luck reading! 😉

Helghans, troops and soldiers alike, a small group of them sent by Visari himself. Are now in a fight with the Earth Dwellers known as Humans, bullets are flying everywhere and screams of the dying or a battle cry from someone in anyway while the heat of war is rising up.

*Welcome to Killzone.

Demoman is hiding behind the crate while Dempsey and Erron are out there fighting, as a Mercenary, war games are deemed the new normal when he was first hired by Redmond and it was the first time he will use his skills of denotations and demolitions on the first day of battle.

He had never thought that he would do it on his fourth day in an seemingly empty city that was inhabited with zombies, on a day like this even or any other day! Yet, now here he is, hiding behind the crate for cover listening to what was going on and waiting for a time to peek over the crate. Another gun fire is heard and as well with the scream coming with it, then a body of the Helghan Trooper plops onto the crate under him as Demoman jerked a bit in disgust.

“Like how it happened in Gravel Pit…” he whispered silently to himself as he palmed his temples with his free hand while another hand is gribbed on tightly on the Stickybomb Launcher. He peeked over again and see Takeo is shooting with the others, Dempsey slashed and then shot one of them and his teammates fighting to secure the area.

He then slowly and carefully got on his feet as Pyro passes by but then they stopped when they noticed him, “Demo!” they called out to him as they walked over to him and lends out their hand to them.

“Thanks mate.” Demoman said as he got on his feet quickly with the help of Pyro, “No problem.” they answered and before they could be on their way, Demoman stopped them as he looked at what was heading for them. Making Pyro looked at him and said “Demo, wha-” but didn’t had time to finish their sentence as they saw that a group of Troops are heading their way.

Demoman smiled as he had an idea in his head but needed Pyro’s help, “Pyro,” he said, making the pyromaniac looked at him and suddenly been grabbed by the wrist then being pulled along with Demoman as he continued “Come with me!” while they both ran.

Troops are behind them as they ran to the nearby connected iron overhead just standing on top of the train tracks and gone under it as Demo stops when he looked at it along with Pyro then a smile of inspiration grew on his face.

“Pyro!”

“Yeah?”

“I have an idea that includes yer skills of fire!” he said, Pyro turned over with interest.

The Troops are coming in as weapons are aimed and ready in their hands, running on foot to catch up to the duo as they are getting ready for them to come, with each stickybomb and oil dripping out from cans done by Demoman and Pyro as they hear each footstep coming closer and closer.

The Troops are coming in as weapons are aimed and ready in their hands, running on foot to catch up to the duo as they are getting ready for them to come, with each stickybomb and oil dripping out from cans done by Demoman and Pyro as they hear each footstep coming closer and closer.

Troops around the corner and saw Demoman and Pyro just standing there as they ran towards them with promise of bring an end to their lives but one of them looked around as saw why there were just standing there; they were prepared for them to come into their trap after they rigged it.

Demoman stopped drinking when he had a feeling that one of them noticed so a smile smugly as he then throws a mock salute to them as Pyro waves a goodbye at their pursuers before donating the bombs on them as they blew up into pieces of them through the sky as the remaining troops were left to burn in the flaming fire as Pyro gleefully laughs.

Demoman, who is laughing merrily as body parts and blood rain down around them as he goes up to a severed head of one of the Helghan Troops before kneeling down to it and smugly yet proudly saying "Oh, they're going to have to glue you back together... in hell!"

Pyro picks up one of the body parts to examine it as that body part is just a torso of what’s left of the Trooper before searching through it,

*Searching… *... *Pyro finds a ammo for a Wunderwaffe and wielding torch light! *These two items are adding to their Back-Pit.

Demoman looked at the text as he drink what was left of the scrumpy inside the bottle and watching it fade away from sight. “Aye think we better get used to it now that we’re here.” he drunkenly said, Pyro nodded

“Loud and clear Demo.”

as they played around the lighter again but they didn’t noticed a familiar man in 1940s Marine uniform, coming their way as he surveyed the scene around him: Body parts, a few puddles of blood and weapons scattered throughout the area around him and the two RED Mercenaries.

“Hey guys-” a familiar voice of a man called out but Pyro and Demoman immediately got their weapons out, axe in the fire-lover’s hands and an empty bottle in the Scotsman’s left hand as he smashes it, breaking it into pieces except a part that allows him to hold it as a broken yet sharp melee weapon as they turned towards him, ready to fight if needed but soon thought that this man is Dempsey but they noticed a change in his usual style, buzzed haircut, a uniform used to be worn in the 1940s and a scar on his nose.

“Dempsey?” Demoman said, to winch it surprised Ultimis Dempsey to know they had know his last name as the Scotsman continued “Bloody hell, don’t scare us like that, lad.”

“Sorry?” Dempsey said, rising an eyebrow toward the two, Pyro tilts their head as they looked him; they can’t decide if the BLU Spy is trying to fool them again or not like back in Double Cross Map.

“Dempsey,” they started to say before grabbing a collar of his shirt, “Whatever happened to your jacket?” as he looked at them with more confusion as well with the Corporal who is looking at them. “H-Hey ma- er lady or… Whatever you are,” he began, making Pyro look up at him, “Can you, like let go?” he asked, trying to be nice and Pyro lets their hand let go of his collar in suspicion and confusion as they mumbled again “Okay, whatever…”

“Don’t cha remember us?” Demoman looked at him, “I’m Demoman and this is Pyro.” he gestured as Pyro went back on his side, still looking at him. “Well, ya know my name.” Dempsey said, crossing his arms as he looked at them.

Pyro was gonna hit him with their axe as they fully believed Ultimis Dempsey is the enemy spy from the BLU Team but as they turned, they noticed something in the skies as the familiar rocket thrusters had sounded the surrounded area as Demo and the Marine continued to talk.

Looking up, Pyro sees a ship nearly the same size as a tank with wings with thrusters soaring through the skies and heading for the west side of the city. Pyro looks around then they found a shovel on a nearby shed before walking towards it and picking it up, they then walked passed Demoman and Dempsey til they are just 5 foot from them as they looked at them before digging a trench with the shovel.

Demoman didn’t noticed that Pyro is digging until Dempsey pointed it out “Hey, what’s that doing?” as he looked at the pyromaniac digging, Demo looked over his shoulder and sees them digging winch it was odd to Demoman because they had never done something like this before.

It doesn’t take a while when Pyro managed to finished digging a trench and then opens up a Back Pit (Or in this Game-like Story; they had entered a Pause Menu like in video games) to pull out...

Class: Pyro

Real Name: Nova Eldon Gender: Female Birthdate: 01/1/1940 Birth Place: Tokyo, Japan Health Points:175/175 Overheal Points: 260/260 Quick-Fix Overheal Points: 220/220 Condition: Pyro Normal: 100% (If wielding a Powerjack; 115%) Backward: 90% (If wielding a Powerjack; 104) Crouched: 33% (If wielding a Powerjack; 38%) Swimming: 80% (If wielding a Powerjack; 92%) LV: 68% Gold: 117

Items (Bag): -Fabled Ribbon [Equipped] -Notebook >[Brodie Helmet] -Shovel Weapons: -Flame Thrower (Primary) -Shotgun (Secondary) -Flare Gun (For Emergencies Only) -Panic Attack Shotgun (Just in case there’s an Alien invasion again)[Equipped] -Fire Axe (Melee) -Powerjack (It is an antique automobile jack with a team-colored car battery strapped to its base with tan leather straps. It is count as a Melee.) -Thermal Thruster (Jetpack)

Back-Pit: -3 Blankets -Pillow -Tent -Drawing Pad -Crayons -Lighter -Wunderwaffe Ammo

*Pyro puts on Brodie Helmet on.

“Pyro, what are ye-” Demoman had time to finished when Pyro hurryingly grabbed him and U!Dempsey before running and jumping into the trench, taking cover from whatever it was in the skies. They then painted above the eyes with black sports paint, making them look like they are angry and ready for anything.

Pyro had prepared a trench just in case it’s going to be another Alien Invasion

Then three heads popped out of the trench, first one was Demo, then Dempsey and then Pyro with the Panic Attack, an pump-action shotgun with a drum magazine attached to the front and an external firing hammer hence the weapon’s name as they held it in their hands. Pointing it at the sky, looking around for the flying rocket-powered ship from the space age as Pyro adjusted their helmet on their head.

They are fully expect an attack as Dempsey tried saying “What the he-”

“Ssh…” Pyro shushed him with a old-finger-shushing motion on the muzzle.

“Hey I was talking-”

“Ssshh…!” They shushed him again still looking at the clouded sky as they halts him with a helt-motion of their index finger before holding the shotgun with both hands again.

“Pyro, what has gotten-” Demoman was then shushed by Pyro as they had placed their finger on his mouth and then doing a zipping-a-zipper motion as they shushed “SSsssshhhhhh….” before returning on the look-out for the ship. “What are ya looking for?” Dempsey whispered to them finally, Pyro looked over to him and mumbled “UFO, an Unidentified Flying Object.” before turning their attention back to the sky and of course, they heard him laughed on their right and saying “There no such things as UFOs.”

Pyro hickled back with a mock laugh, “Yes there is.” as Demoman said “Pyro, be nice.” while he looked at the sky.

“Oh, like you have encountered one before.” Ultimis Dempsey teased, Demoman looked over to him and said “Some things are different in yer Universe, isn’t it?” as he looked through his Back-Pit to find another weapon.

“Yeah?” the Corporal shrugged, looking over to him now and saw that he is serious. “Are you serious?” he asked, rising an eyebrow at this when Pyro nodding but doesn’t look at him as Demoman gives him a thumbs up.

“Anything, Pyro?”

“No.” they shook their head.

Pyro looked around, turning their head left to right as they gripped tight on the Panic Attack, looking for any alien ships coming in but… None so far but they not going to take any chances to relax at their most vulnerable as they got out of the trench, holding their hand out for their teammate as he grabbed it and being pulled out of the trench.

“Aliens had tried to take over our world once but both sides of RED and BLU are still too busy with the bloody war games until one day we had to defeat them with a giant ray that destroyed- Destroyed whot?” he said as he looked at Pyro before they both answered together:

“The mothership.” “The mothership.”

“Okay then…?” he said awkwardly, lending his hand out for anyone of the two and the one who grabbed him with Demoman and pulled him out of the trench with little trouble. “Anything else happened after that?” Dempsey asked next, “Only another time laddie.” Demoman shrugged as he looked around before Pyro placing their hand on his shoulder as gunfire is heard from elsewhere.

“Bloody hell… We better catch up with the others, Pyro!” Demoman rebuked as Pyro nodded with no argument. Then they ran with Demoman saying “We have to inform this to Richtofen!”

“You know the-” Dempsey questioned before being interrupted by Demoman yelling “Yeah!” while he runs as Pyro stopped to look at him and giving him the “I-am-watching-you” gesture before jugs up to catch up to their teammate.

“Wonderful…” Ultimis Dempsey groaned, “First it was with a goddamned Nazi, now this. Has the whole world gone crazy??” as he looked with caution but he is confused. How did they know who he is when he didn’t meet them?

“Ungh, I gotta get back to the others!” Dempsey said as he ran to where Demoman and Pyro are heading.

Something is going on around here and he’s going to need answers to that.

[eliniei]

Those Hard Days - Chapter 22

Summary: Rae’s brother always made sure she was tough as nails. But when her father flips her world upside down, will she find that there’s a limit on how strong she can be?

Warnings: Rape/Non-con (non-graphic, fade-to-black), child abuse, underage drinking, underage smoking, drug use, violence, major character death

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Chapter 22 - Party

In the morning, Rae woke up with a start and found Carrie was standing over her, still in her pajamas. 

"What?" she groaned, moving to pull the blanket over her head to block out the sunlight. Her brain wasn’t fully functioning yet. “Is the house on fire or somethin’?”

"We gotta go to school," Carrie said, a slight giggle in her voice as she stripped the blanket off. Rae shivered against the sudden cold. How that girl could possibly be so awake right now, she didn’t know. They’d done exactly as Dally had told them not to do and stayed up until two watching TV and eating candy. 

"Do I have time for a shower?" Rae asked her friend, trying to stifle a yawn. Carrie nodded. 

“Yeah, as long as it’s a quick one. Towels are in the closet across from the bathroom.” Rae pushed herself off of the floor and muffled a groan, back a little stiff. 

“Alright,” she said, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She stood up, grabbed the spare change of clothes out of her bag, and ventured off to the restroom.

When she emerged, she found Carrie in the kitchen, dressed for school in a skirt and blouse, hair pulled back. She was rummaging around in the pantry. 

“You ever had these, uh, Pop-Tarts?” her friend asked, pulling a brightly colored box off the shelf and holding it out. 

“Don’t think so,” Rae remarked, taking the box and looking at it closely. 

“Mom bought ‘em. I guess they’re some new kinda breakfast food.” 

“Looks like we’re supposed to toast them. You got a toaster?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Carrie said and closed the pantry door. She went to the counter and took a cover off the metal toaster. Rae opened the box and tore open two foil packets. She handed the pastries to her friend, who tossed them in the toaster. 

Once they were ready, the girls grabbed their bags and headed for school. When they got there, they found Two-Bit, Ponyboy, and Johnny hanging outside the school. A tall, lanky Greaser was standing with them, partaking in one of Two-Bit’s jokes. Carrie's face lit up when she saw him, but when she noticed Rae watching, pink spread across her cheeks. 

“Who’s that?” Rae asked her friend, her mouth spread into a sly smile.

"He’s new.” They approached the steps. He smiled a charming smile and held out his hand.

“You must be Rae,” he verified. She grasped his hand and shook it. “Your friends were tellin’ me all about you. Steven, nice to meet you.”

"Likewise," she said. The shrill outside bell rang a few seconds later and they all hurried inside to their classes. As usual, the day droned on for Rae.

The Socs must have felt the same way because when she went to the restroom, she shook her hair and dry spitballs rained to the floor. She gave an exasperated sigh and brushed her fingers through her strands to release any stray bits of paper. On her way out, she passed Cherry heading in. They paused for a moment and the redhead smiled softly, but Rae was the first to break eye contact and she walked towards the doors to meet the boys for lunch.

After school, the girls met Buck at the door again. He told them that Dally wasn’t there yet, and asked if they’d give him a hand in wiping off the tables in preparation for opening the bar that night. 

When Dally finally showed up, he was rearing to get started. He slipped his sister’s switchblade out of her back pocket while she was bent over, wiping down a table with a wet rag.

"Ready?" he asked them, pressing the button on the handle so the blade whipped out. “We ain’t gonna practice so much as I do wanna get stuck, but I’ll show ya how to hold it and shit.”

Rae and Carrie dropped their towels off behind the bar and followed him to the backyard again.

“I don’t think I’ve ever held a blade like this before,” Carrie commented, taking a good look at the knife. “The handle is beautiful.” 

Rae watched as her brother showed it off, the blue handle sparkling in the sunlight. 

“Alright, so,” Dally started. “First thing’s first. Always keep your knife clean and sharp. Ya ain’t gonna get a clean cut with a dull and rusted blade. The way ya hold it is also real important.” He held it up, normally, gripping the handle so it stuck out, along the line of his thumb. “This is normal, but it really just depends on what feels natural to ya.” He flipped it so that the blade stuck out the back of his hand. “Knowin’ you, this’ll what you’ll like best.” 

Rae took the switchblade from him. She tried it the first way, but it didn’t feel right. She tried the second grip and sure enough, it felt better in her hand. He sure did know her well. She passed it off to her friend who, on the other hand, held it opposite.

For the next while, he showed them ways to defend themselves with the knife, but also basic ways to attack. 

“And for the love of God, don’t throw the damn thing,” he finished. He sheathed the knife and tossed it back to Rae. She slipped it back into her pocket. As they headed inside, he threw his arm across her shoulders. “Think ya got it?”

“Won’t know ‘til I’ll have to use it, will I?”

“Hopefully that day never comes.” Rae nodded in agreement. “Anyway, ya’ll wanna get dinner at the Tastee Freeze? I’m payin’.”

“That sounds great!” Carrie exclaimed as she opened the door that led back inside. 

“Have a good day at the rodeo, then?”

“A little, I guess,” Dally said as he lifted the keys to Buck’s car and led the girls out of the bar. 

The rest of the week passed. Dally had plans Friday night with Sylvia, so Rae just ended up going straight home with Carrie. Their week-long sleepover had been great, something they both really needed, but Rae’s stomach twisted in nervous knots when she thought about where she’d be going next. 

“You know what ya need?” her friend asked her when they’d finished their quick dinner of frozen TV dinners.

"What?" Rae asked, setting down her empty glass. 

“A party,” Carrie said, a sly smile on her face.

“Party? What party?”

“Steven invited me. His older brother is havin’ it,” she informed Rae. “Maybe Two-Bit will show? He’s always like a good party.” Rae hesitated.

“I dunno, Car,” she started. “Dally said to stay in-”

“Oh please. What Dally doesn’t know ain’t gonna hurt him. Besides, you really think your old man’s gonna show up at a party with a ton of people ready to blow your brains out?”

“I really wouldn’t put it past him,” she replied, but offered her friend a one-shoulder shrug. “Alright. What could it hurt?”

Carrie jumped from her chair, a toothy grin on her face. She pulled Rae back to her room and starting sifting through her makeup drawer. 

“Oh, no-no-no, kid. I said I’d go- but you ain’t dollin’ me up or anything.” 

“Aww,” she pouted. “But there might be some cute guys there!”

“Carrie, I ain’t gonna two-time Curly.”

“Have ya’ll even talked to each other since ya told him about-?” Rae looked down to the floor. Her chest tightened.

“No, I-I thought maybe he just needed some time.” She really did miss him, though. Carrie gave her a small nod and a small smile.

“Well, at least try to have some fun tonight.” Rae nodded and sat on the bed while the other girl got ready to go.

Honestly, the thought of going to a party made her nervous, but she didn’t want to spoil her friend’s fun.

When they got to the house, Steven was standing on the front porch, plastic cup in hand. He did a double-take when he saw them approaching, and his face lit up.

"Hey, guys!" he exclaimed and hurried down the steps to meet them. Carrie smiled, brightly. “Glad you could make it!”

"Thanks for invitin’ us!" she said, with an equal amount of enthusiasm.

"Come on in!" the lanky boy said and led them through the front door. The atmosphere quickly changed from clear and crisp outside to smoky and stuffy inside. Rae was used to it, but she didn't like it very much. As he tried to give them a tour amidst all the bodies standing around and the radio blaring, there was a loud crash coming from underneath them. Steven led them back to the front of the house and down the split-foyer stairs. The three of them pushed through the crowd of teens gathered, some of them chanting.

In the middle, there were two boys having a go at each other. The taller one had the other one in a headlock. 

"Really, Eric?" Steven hollered over the music. His older brother looked over his shoulder.

“Is that your brother?” Carried asked, almost yelling in his ear to be heard over the noise. He nodded and rolled his eyes. The kid Eric had in a lock managed to break free and spin around to punch him in the stomach. Eric doubled over in pain.

"He's gonna get the shit beat outta him," Rae noted, to no one in particular. Carrie must have heard, though, because she nodded.

"I wonder who the other kid is,” she pondered, aloud. “I can’t see his face- but he kinda looks familiar.” Rae tilted her head and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Yeah," she agreed. "I-I think I know that haircut-" Eric recovered from the blow to the stomach and the two wrestled again for a few more seconds. Then, the fight was suddenly over and Eric was thrown to the floor. Curly stood up straight, breathing heavily, and wiped a trickle of blood from his nose. Rae’s mouth nearly dropped open.

“Speak of the damn devil,” Carrie laughed. 

"You’re a damn good fighter, kid," Eric said as Curly reached down and hoisted him up. They shook hands and finally, Curly took a look around at his adoring crowd as a few of them cheered. His wandering eyes paused and widened when they reached her.

"Rae?"

"What in the world are ya doin’, Curly?"

[peachhoneii]

Little Garden of Horrors: 1/5

Characters: HDLW (OC) Shipping: N/A Summary: In a house unlike any other four children play hide and seek, but it’s impossible to tell what lurks underground, what hides under Time’s shade.

Bolivar is an actual character from Disney animated canon. He’s appeared in comics an an animated short. St. Bernards are adorable.

Hide and seek. Their decision was made on a whim after their school lessons were concluded. Webby grasped the game’s simple rules five seconds after Huey’s explanation, and she squealed in poorly controlled enthusiasm, unable to wait for the boys to choose a seeker.

She ran down the corridors, wondering what hiding area would name her champion hider. Each room held potential. A dimensional hopping corner, a hidden wall, a secret compartment under the floorboards leading to unimaginable horrors, and she knew her best friends were capable of discovering each of these with little to  great effort, depending on the seeker. Webby stopped, clasping her hands in prayer position. “It needs to be good. It needs to be best,” she mumbled aloud, able to hear the distant counts to thirty or maybe fifty. She nearly slipped on a small tuff of hair on the floor, and she grunted, testing its fluffy texture. “Oh Bolivar,” she groaned, dropping the abandoned strands, “Granny is going to have to give you a haircut.”

There was no time to falter. In her impatience, she didn’t know the designated number count. He may have stopped at twenty, forty-five, or even one hundred. Jumping on her toes, she flickered to each of the doors, weighing their potential until she made it to the last door on the left. An arbitrary decision, the chosen door wasn’t spectacular in anyway. Its faded paint was somewhat chipped, but Webby knew, for one reason or another, this was the door for her. Hearing the voice grow stronger, she hurried inside without a second thought, and gasped a little at the sight. “Scrooge’s private study.” Closing the door, she stifled an amazed giggle-cackle. This room was one of Scrooge’s many private studies. His mansion had countless studies currently abandoned or forgotten, and she had visited the majority of them, except for this one. She pranced to the bookcases and fingered the worn, dusty leather spines, childish glee squirting out of her mouth every second. Webby swirled in the new room’s knowledge. She was transfixed, and didn’t hear the door quietly open. She didn’t hear the intruder’s quiet footsteps. Curled on the floor with a botany book on her lap, she pretended the quiet footsteps approaching her was the passing wind, although every window in the vicinity were closed shut. She murmured in rich hisses, closer to a pinched squeal than a serpent. The intruder reached towards her shoulder, ready to grip her and do untold things to her momentarily defenseless position. “Hi, Louie.” She propelled the book in his face, unintentionally pushing him backwards. Her finger pointed to page 185, "Though hemlock is one of the most poisonous plants in existence, someone utilized oleander's fatality's into an unmerciful curse!" Louie's silent horror remained so as she pressed the book to her chest, a dreamy expression swallowing her exuberant enthusiasm. He'd never understand her affection for most deadly, odd things. “Okay.” Louie said, “Shouldn’t you be hiding?” Webby tilted her head to the side, “Shouldn’t you?” “Hide and seek is for children.” “But we are -,” “And it was more for Huey than us anyways.” Walking to the far end of the room, a disinterested glance passed over the numerous books, maps, and paintings the room offered, “He’s searching for Dewey.” “Dewey is the easiest find.” Louie shrugged, “Huey’s going to check the kitchen first. He always does.” Stopping in front of a portrait, his scrupulous stare studied its contents before shrugging back o Webby, “And he’s probably hiding in the snack pantry, typical Dewey.” “It means we don’t have a lot of time left.” Webby returned the book to its shelving area, “And we’re in the same room. We’ve narrowed the game down to a few seconds.” Louie scoffed, “Hubert’s good, but he isn’t that good,” spreading his arms open, “there are like a million rooms down this hall alone. He’s going to get lost.” “Or Dewey’s going to get lost, and Huey has to find him.” Smiling back, she headed towards the door when she noticed an old Grandfather’s clock near the wall, “Oh, this is new.” “What?” “This clock?” Its smooth glass sent tingles up her spine while the gold pendulum swung slowly within. Infatuated, Webby tipped on her toes, peering to see its contents, “It’s an unusual Grandfather clock, that’s all. “He has a million of these,” which was true. Every other room contained a minimum of one Grandfather clock, some short, some tall, all made of an unidentifiable wood Huey had yet to discover in the JWG. He tipped toed to the large hand, pushing it up a little, and then he did the same to its shorter twin. “What are you doing,” Webby gasped. “Eh. Wanted to see what happens.” He looked out the window, “They’re near the pond,” he chuckled softly, “okay, Dewey may have tried hiding in the pond, the dork.” Walking away, he failed to notice Webby’s breathless expression, or the fact she had stepped several inches backwards, eyes growing wider with every step. “Louie!” She whispered - hissed, “Louie, what are you doing!?”

He didn’t look back, dragging a yawn he didn’t bother to cover up, “Going to the kitchen for a can of Pep. Haven’t had my peak Pep limit today.” “You can’t leave.” She hissed, “Not now.” “Eh, it’s not a big deal. I’ll get there before they get back. We’ll have another turn to hide.” Opening the door, he turned to grin, but felt his grin slip off his beak, replaced with wordless shock. “Now, you want to look!” Whitish blue light engulfed the room. The Grandfather Glock levitated off the floor, filling the room with a great, whoosh sound. Louie pressed his back against the door, shutting it tight. “What’s going on?” “You tell me!” Shielding his gaze with his arm, “This feels strangely familiar,” one foot in front of the other, he was at Webby’s side, “why does this feel familiar?” “I don’t know!” Webby pushed him out of the way the moment the Grandfather clock fell to the floor, landing in a perfect position with steam rolling off its wood. Silence. The light, its sounds, everything was emptied, leaving the private study in absolute silence. Louie crashed onto the floor with Webby on top of him, shielding him from whatever anticipated explosion, but they were left empty handed. “What was that?” Louie sat up, a little fringed but otherwise unharmed, “What was that,” he gestured to the now quiet Grandfather clock - even its pendulum no longer swung, “Are Grandfather clocks supposed to do that?” “Normally, no.” Webby dusted her skirt off, studying the clock a bit harder than earlier, “You see,” she tapped the glass, “look at the pendulum.” “No.” Webby frowned, “Are you going to do this now?” “What’d ya’ mean?” “I mean,” she drawled, “if you hadn’t touched the hands, then none of this would’ve happened.” Glaring back at the glass, there’s something in the pendulum, I thought it was just crystal,” she scrutinized the gem cut rising in pendulum’s center, “but it seems to be something else.” “Oh, is it shiny?” “Well, yes, it’s a gem, naturally.” Webby answered, “But it seems to be cracked.” A thin, miniscule crack seeped into the gem’s blue-green-indigo mixed body. “It isn’t diamond,” Louie observed, “or gold.” “It’s a mineral of some kind? Chrysoberyl, perhaps?” “Oh, you mean Alexandrite.” “Right!” Webby snapped her fingers, “Alexandrite! This must be the legendary Clock of Chronos,” she paused, staring at Louie, “wait, who said that?” Louie’s and Webby’s shoulder stiffened. Their necks leaned backwards while their stares rolled to the ceiling where the third voice’s person came into view. Teal stared wide-eyed at them, “Oopsie.” Webby dodged. Louie didn’t.

Louie wasn’t dead. He wasn’t harmed. He wasn’t sure what happened, but knew, without a shadow of a doubt, he was far from safe.

“Um...Webby,” an arm securely wrapped itself around his neck. He tried to move, to create some distance, but slender, short arm was firm, “Webby, I’m not safe. I’m so very, very, very not safe.” “You’re not Donald.” He was thrown to the floor. Glaring ahead, he snapped back, “What’s your damage?” White blond curls fell over a shoulder, “Damage?” Kneeling down, inquisitive worry showed on her face, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” “You could’ve!” A thick gasp pounded on her bouncy curls, “I’m sorry!” Grabbing the front of his hoodie, he was suddenly pulled on his feet, and she clasped his hands, bright eyes shining with unshed tears, “A young lady does not put strangers in chokeholds, Duckworth tells me, and what do I do, put a stranger in a chokehold!” “Especially in their house!” Louie jerked away, “Chokeholds in our house, what’s your damage?” She frowned, “I-I don’t understand.” Confusion graced over the bookcase, walls, paintings, and windows, “This is my house. I live here.”

“This is the manor of Scrooge McDuck,” Louie said. He scrutinized her, “Unless you’re some kind of ghost - are you a ghost?”

“No.”

“Well, unless you’re a ghost -,”

“Didn’t you say Duckworth,” Webby interjected.

“I did.”

They exchanged uneasy glances, “Oh.” Adjusting their positions, reflected on the painting positioned near the Grandfather clock, “Oh.”

Louie smacked his lips, “You’re the creepy girl in the painting.”

“Creepy-cute is less rude."

“Wait, so…,” the clogs in Webby’s brain worked faster than Louie’s. A shrill squeal freed itself as enveloped her arms around the girl, hugging her in a tight, unforgiving embrace, “Hi! I’m Webby!”

“Hi!” The girl's stare widened in shock, resuming its normalcy as she settled in Webby's embrace. Returning the hug with identical intensity, she giggled, “I’m Opal!”

“What?” Shaking his head, pulling them apart, “You need to tell me,” glaring at Webby, “what’s going on here?”

Webby bounced on her feet, fists clenched in poorly contained excitement, “Don’t tell me you don’t know,” gesturing madly to the girl, “it’s her! It’s her!”

“Who!?”

“Opal McDuck!” She sighed, “Scrooge’s daughter!”

A pause. “Wait.” Another pause, “Hold on.” Louie let the information sink into the depths of his knowledge, but even as it sat at the very bottom, it didn’t settle.

No. The information rocked unsteadily in his brain like a ship battling through a raging storm.

He repeated in dumb shock.

“Scrooge’s daughter,” he shook his head, “he has a kid!”

Louie's lips puckered in, absorbing the girl’s - no, Opal’s very existence. His right eye twitched, and all the cogs in his usually fast working brain came to a screeching halt.

“Hi.” The girl waved sheepishly, "I'm Opal."

[legendofzeldaalinktothepast]

Pathetic, Clinging Poetry - Chapter 12 (of 25)

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My hands will sweat and tremble And my teeth will clench so tight But when I remember your smile For a moment, I'm alright. 

* 

Pearl hissed as the hot water hit her skin; she adjusted the "cold" shower knob until it was at a less scalding temperature, and let out a sigh of content once it finally felt right. Pearl had waken up in a wonderful mood that morning; perhaps it was because she'd slept in an actual bed rather than on the couch, or maybe it was relief of taking her first step towards mending her relationship with Jasper. That said, she tried her best not to acknowledge her good mood too much; if she did that, she knew she'd somehow end up jinxing it. Still, the smile refused to fade from her face as she washed herself and sang just below her breath.

But the more Pearl tried not to think about it, the more difficult it became, and soon her cheerful mood turned into worry. 'But what if she doesn't accept my apology?' she thought. 'No, don't worry about that right now. What matters is that I tried. And I'll have more chances to try in the future.' Pearl rinsed out the last of the bubbly shampoo from her scalp. Once she was done, she turned the shower off and squeezed the excess water from her hair. 'It's gotten long... I should get a haircut soon.' she thought. Pearl stepped out of the shower and grabbed her towel, drying herself off before slipping into the long-sleeved, polka-dotted pink dress she'd hung on the towel rack. After brushing her teeth and washing her face in the sink, she finally felt awake and refreshed enough to go downstairs. As she made her way down the hallway towards the stairway, she passed Amethyst's bedroom and paused by her door, listening to the soft sound of her snoring.

'I kissed Amethyst.'

For a split second, she felt ashamed for her impulsive actions from the previous night, but they slowly turned to feelings of excitement, of butterflies, and... wanting more. Amethyst had enjoyed the kiss -- or was there two? Her memory was a tad foggy -- just as much as Pearl did. Letting out a happy sigh, Pearl clutched a hand over her chest as she descended the stairs and strolled into the kitchen.

'I wonder what this means for us...' she thought. 'Does she have feelings for me...? Or was she just drunk and horny?' Pearl let out another sigh, so caught up in thinking about Amethyst that she didn't even notice Jasper was downstairs until she cleared her throat.

Pearl let out a startled squeak and grasped the collar of her dress. "Dear Lord -- I didn't know you were there!"

Jasper looked up from her breakfast with a slightly amused (but mostly tired) expression on her face. "Yeah, uh. Here I am." she said, making a few seconds of eye contact with Pearl before turning her gaze back down to the coffee and toast in front of her.

An awkward silence fell between the two. Pearl felt like her chest was going to burst open from the tension filling the room, so she decided to speak up first. "I... Um..." she sputtered, eventually giving up trying to make any small talk and jumping straight to the point. "The note. Did you see my note? Or..."

"Yeah, I did. I somehow managed to decipher your fancy ass cursive handwriting." Jasper smirked. Another uncomfortable silence. Seeming to understand that Pearl was struggling to use her words, Jasper pulled herself to her feet. "Come here."

Pearl tensed, unsure of what Jasper meant by that at first; but when she saw her extended arms, she immediately understood and ran straight into her tight embrace.

"It's gonna be alright..." Jasper whispered, gently rocking her back and forth. "I really fucked up... I'm not gonna fix myself overnight, but... I wanna get better. I wanna treat you better, and..." She paused, as if she really didn't want to say what was coming next. "And I wanna treat Amethyst better."

Pearl melted into Jasper's warm hug, comforted enough by her touch and promising words that she was able to overlook how reluctant she sounded about that last statement. There was a lot of things they needed to straighten out before the three of them could truly be at peace, but for the time being, Pearl was relieved to be in Jasper's arms once again.

'Should I tell her what happened...?' she thought for a moment, but immediately shook it off once she realized how ridiculous that was. 'No, no, I don't even fully understand what's going on myself! She doesn't need to know yet...' Pearl slowly pulled away from the hug, wiping away tears she hadn't even noticed had begun rolling down her cheeks. "Do you forgive me?" Pearl's voice cracked just a little.

"Of course." Jasper ruffled Pearl's still-damp hair, making her giggle. "And I really can't blame you for thinking I was lying. I was being a massive dick, okay?"

"Alright... That's a relief to hear. That you forgive me, I mean." Pearl smiled shyly, wringing her hands in front of her chest. "Ah, perhaps you should get going -- wouldn't want to make you late to work." she added, noting it was getting dangerously close to the time Jasper normally took off.

"Don't worry, I actually don't have to be there for another half hour. I just like getting there early most days, but... I'm really glad I talked to you this morning." Jasper reassured. "And I promise we'll talk more about this when I get home."

"With Amethyst?" Pearl asked. "Remember, this isn't just between the two of us."

"Yeah." Jasper nodded. Pearl couldn't ignore her slight twinge of frustration at Jasper's hesitant tone of voice... But she brushed it off for now, simply allowing herself to feel relieved that Jasper was her friend once again, and that she did plan to start treating Amethyst better.

* 

Amethyst's morning was filled with the tingling, nauseating sensation of butterflies (or moths?) in her stomach, as well as a mild hangover. From the moment she opened her eyes, the first thought on her mind was the sweet taste of Pearl's soft, gentle lips. As she dragged herself down the stairs, still in her plaid pajamas and black tank top, there mere thought of breakfast made her stomach feel queasy.

"Ughhh..." she groaned dramatically, resting her face on the kitchen table. Why did feelings -- especially the good ones like romance -- have to come with physical side effects? She lifted her head to look at the time on the stove; almost 1. Pearl would be getting home from the library any minute, now. She wondered how Pearl would feel about their kiss from last night; part of Amethyst kind of hoped she wouldn't even acknowledge it, just to avoid dealing with all of the awkwardness... but the other part of her couldn't stop thinking about it, and was even craving more...

'Don't get your hopes up.' she thought, rubbing her face. 'She said she had feelings for Jasper... and now that they might be making up, she'll probably go right back to her.' It had been so long since Amethyst had a crush on anyone, and even longer since someone returned those feelings; but she reminded herself that this was simply the heat of the moment, and that it'd probably fade in a matter of days.

She heard the sound of tires on the gravel of the driveway; Pearl was home. Unsure of how she'd be feeling -- knowing Pearl, she was probably a nervous wreck and regretting last night -- she pulled herself to her feet and decided to make her cup of tea. She filled Pearl's favorite mug with some water and popped it in the microwave. As she rummaged through the cabinet for the tea bags, she heard the keys in the door. 'Alright, just chill. It won't be weird if you don't make it weird.'

"Good afternoon!" Pearl called from the entry room, her tone mostly cheerful but with a hint of anxiety beneath it.

"Hey!" Amethyst called back, pulling out the various boxes of tea and setting them on the counter. 'Fuck, what kind does she like again?' "How're you doing?"

"I'm doing just fine..." Pearl tugged off her teal flats and placed them on the shoe rack. "And you?"

"Same here." Amethyst said. "Uh, what kinda tea do you like? I thought I'd make you some, and maybe lunch too if you're hungry?"

"Any kind is alright with me, but green is my favorite!" Pearl clasped her hands together and smiled warmly. "And I had lunch before I left, but thank you anyway! I can always appreciate a nice cup of tea, though."

"No problem, I just assumed you'd wanna relax after being around those rowdy beasts." Amethyst dropped the green tea bag into the steaming cup of water. She stayed facing the microwave, not sure if she was ready to look Pearl in the eye just yet.

"They were actually rather well behaved today." Pearl leaned against the kitchen table. "One of them picked their nose before asking me for a high five, though. I was too nice to say no, so I just drenched my hands with hand sanitizer afterwards." she continued with a shudder.

"Ha! That's kids for ya." Amethyst said; after moving the tea bag around in the cup for a few moments (she always wondered if that actually made any difference), she handed the mug over to Pearl, locking eyes with her for the first time that morning. "Here."

"Thank you." Pearl said, taking in the sweet scent of the steaming tea. She cast her gaze down towards the cup, taking a small sip to test the temperature and flavor. "Perfect."

The two stood in an uncomfortable silence, neither one of them wanting to address the elephant in the room. Amethyst fidgeted nervously, unsure if she should stay and chat with Pearl a little more, or if she should give her some space; she assumed she probably hadn't gotten much alone time that morning, but then Pearl set her cup down and shifted her gaze back towards Amethyst before she could turn to leave. "So..." she began, taking a slight breath before continuing. "What happened last night was, um... Definitely an impulsive decision on my part... But I don't think I regret it, either. Do you?"

"Nah... not at all." Amethyst said, twirling her hair around her finger.

"Alright, good." Pearl let out a sigh of relief. "So... what does it mean for us? Are we still..." She trailed off again, not wanting to finish that sentence but hoping Amethyst knew how she'd finish it.

"Still what?" Amethyst didn't quite understand what Pearl was hinting at.

"...Friends?"

Amethyst's heart ached; she couldn't believe Pearl felt like she had to ask that! "Are you kidding? Of course I wanna stay friends with you! No kiss could ever change that!"

"Ah, I do too!" Pearl blushed. "I guess what I meant was... Do you think we're also something more than friends?"

"Well..." Amethyst hesitantly reached for Pearl's hand. "We can be, if you want to." she said, gently stroking Pearl's knuckles.

"I... think I do." Pearl's cheeks flushed at the soft display of affection. "But... I'm also not sure I'm ready to commit to anything just yet."

"You don't have to." Amethyst reassured. "If you want, we can just be friends who like to kiss sometimes. Or we could go back to being friends who don't kiss. It's up to you."

"I think, for now... I'd like to be your friend who kisses you." Pearl smiled softly. "But that could change in the future. All I know is that kissing you last night felt wonderful... Perhaps a little awkward, but... So wonderful. I want more of it."

"Well, that can be arranged." Amethyst grinned. Pearl's expression immediately brightened, and Amethyst pressed a finger against her forehead just as she began to lean closer. "But not right now, you goof. I just woke up. At least lemme brush my teeth first." she said with a wink.

"Ah, right! Forgive me, I'm being impulsive again." Pearl blushed and buried her face into her hands.

"You should be impulsive more often." Amethyst teased. "Anyway, be right back."

As Amethyst headed up the stairs, Pearl sat down at the kitchen table and ran her fingers through her hair. 'Breathe, Pearl. Don't push things too fast.' she thought, taking the tea bag out of her cup and shaking a few droplets off before tossing it in the garbage. She took another sip, the tea filling her with warmth and instantly helping her relax a bit more. By the time her cup was emptied, Amethyst came back downstairs; she'd changed out of her pajamas into a pair of jeans, a black tee shirt, and denim jacket on top. Not Amethyst's typical wear for when she was simply hanging around the house; Pearl wondered if she planned on going somewhere later. "Alright, now you can kiss me. I'm minty fresh." Amethyst said, resting her elbow on the table. "If you still wanna, that is."

"Without a doubt." Pearl smiled, leaning in and bringing her lips to Amethyst's. Compared to last night, this kiss felt far more natural; still hesitant and inexperienced, but Pearl felt like she could just melt against Amethyst's mouth. Once their lips parted, Pearl gazed into her pretty blue eyes -- wait, weren't they brown just a minute ago? -- and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead.

"Do you wear contacts?" Pearl asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

"Yeah. You just now noticed?" Amethyst said.

"I guess so." Pearl shrugged. "I love your eyes with and without contacts... Blue is so vibrant and fresh, while brown is warm and comforting..."

"Thanks, miss poetry major." Amethyst teased, sitting down in the chair beside Pearl. Her anxiety from earlier had almost completely subsided, now. She leaned against the table and watched as Pearl stimmed by stroking her finger on the rim of her mug. 'She's so cute...' "Anyway. Aside from the booger kid, how was your library thing? Did the kids color you any cute pictures?"

"They certainly did!" Pearl's eyes lit right up. "And that actually reminds me..." Pearl reached into her dress pocket (which she'd sewn in herself a few years back) and pulled out a folded up coloring page. "First, look at what Steven colored for me! Isn't that just adorable?" She held up the picture of various African animals surrounded by a bunch of trees and rocks, mostly colored within the thick coloring book lines. "Mrs. Fluorite read 'Pinduli' today, which is a story about a little hyena who gets bullied by the other savanna animals -- oh, but before I start rambling, look at this!"

Pearl flipped the paper around, showing Amethyst what was written on the back in pink crayon.

"Friday @ 7:30 PM 112 Rhombus Street bring a friend ;)"

"Wow, uh, that's cryptic." Amethyst said, not really sure what this was leading up to.

"Not at all!" Pearl placed the coloring page on the table and clasped her hands together. "Rose has invited me to her weekly family game night! And, um... If you'd like to, I was wondering if you'd want to come along? Since you are my friend, hehe..."

"Oh!" Amethyst, if she was going to be honest, wasn't entirely sure how to feel about this; she'd never even met this Rose before, and from what she'd heard about her, wasn't sure if she wanted to... But Pearl seemed to have a good feeling about this, so she decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. "Sure, why not. I'll try my best not to be awkward."

"Rose can be rather awkward herself, so I wouldn't worry too much." Pearl giggled. "And I have a feeling her son will be the center of attention, anyway. He's a rowdy little thing."

"Hah, that's true." Amethyst said. "Were you thinking of dragging along the butthead, too? Or do you think it's gonna be a while before you guys start hanging out again?"

It took Pearl a moment to realize she was referring to Jasper. "Hm? Oh, I don't think so... As much as I'd love to have her come, I sincerely doubt she's ready for that... Perhaps sometime in the future, though, once things have mellowed out around here."

"That's good; I couldn't see her wanting to do that, anyway. I'm guessing we probably shouldn't mention this to her, then?"

"I think that'd be best."

Another silence fell between the two; Pearl went to take another sip of tea only to realize it was already empty, so she set her mug aside. Amethyst reached for her hand once again and gave it a gentle squeeze, which Pearl returned eagerly. Her heart fluttered in her chest; for the first time in quite a while, Pearl was feeling excited for the future. 

[lillabelle]

Accidents happen

Nothing can quite ruin a happy moment like accidentally ruining your boyfriend’s hair

Midoriya’s fluffy hair could only be rivaled by Ashido’s, that is until Bakugou accidentally burned some of it.

It was an honest mistake. Whenever Bakugou kissed Midoriya, his hands always wound up in his curly hair. They hadn’t been together that long, so their kisses ended up being short and sweet. Which was fine, but Bakugou really wished Midoriya would stop pulling away.

“It his first relationship, he’s just a bit shy,” Todoroki had tried to reason when Bakugou brought up. “It’s our first relationship too, dumb ass,” Bakugou pointed out, glaring a bit.

“Yeah, but we have more self-confidence than he does.”

…

Well, he wasn’t wrong there.

But then finally one afternoon, Midoriya didn’t pull away after a few seconds. Bakugou was thrilled that he got the first longer kiss, but he could already hear Todoroki saying, “It’s not a competition.” Which it wasn’t, but it didn’t mean Bakugou felt any less smug.

Pushing those thoughts to the side, he pulled Midoriya closer, one hand hand going through his curly hair and the other at the crook of his neck. The two boys hadn’t realized Todoroki had entered the room until he placed a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder.

Normally he was praised for his quick reflexes, but this time he was thoroughly startled. His hands instinctively set off small explosions. Luckily he jolted in surprise, so his hands weren’t directly touching Midoriya, but the skin at his neck was pink. That wasn’t too much of a problem, as that would heal in a day or two. The problem was his hair.

Bakugou didn’t get embarrassed easily, but in that moment he was mortified.

Midoriya looked speechless, unsure how to react. Todoroki on the other hand cracked up, and Bakugou almost wished he were angry instead.

“Fuck off! It wouldn’t of happened if you didn’t sneak up on me!” He snapped. His face felt red and all he wanted to do was to get the blame off himself.

Todoroki wasn’t usually one to start laughing and as cute as he looked, Bakugou just wished he could disappear or reverse time. Fuck this was awful.

Midoriya let out a huff, “Is it really that bad?” He asked, hand reaching up to feel the back of his head. Todoroki got himself together and gestured for Midoriya to turn around. He complied and Bakugou let out a groan and covered his face.

A patch of hair about the size of Bakugou’s palm was badly damaged. The damage wasn’t to the root, but-

“You’ll definitely need a haircut,” Todoroki said after a moment, reaching out to touch Midoriya’s hair. “I did say I wanted to try and style your hair,”

This got a small laugh out of Midoriya, but Bakugou couldn’t really accept the fact the no one here was angry at him, beside himself. “How can you be so calm about this?” Bakugou demanded, “I just destroyed your hair!”

Midoriya thought for a moment, “I can’t pretend I’m perfectly fine, because I’m not. It was an accident though, besides I’ve had the same haircut all my life. I need a change,” Bakugou he could tell Midoriya was being positive for his sake, and that made him feel worse.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Midoriya cupped Bakugou’s cheek and pecked him on the lips, smiling. OK, that made Bakugou felt a bit better. “Now, come help me pick out a new hairstyle.”

The three of them sat on Bakugou’s bed, sitting on either side of Midoriya as he scrolled through possible hairstyles on his phone.

Bakugou wasn’t very helpful, unable to imagine Midoriya with a different haircut. It at least was an excuse to be close and rest his head on Midoriya’s shoulder, though he’d never admit it. Todoroki was much better at this, and despite seeing all the possible options they decided on a simple undercut. It’d cover up the fact his hair was burned without changing his hairstyle too drastically.

While Midoriya wanted to go to an actual barber, Todoroki insisted he could do it.

“It’s like a buzz cut, but without shaving everything off. Simple enough. Regardless, we have school tomorrow and there’s no way we can get you out of Bakugou’s room, through the common area, and out to town without someone seeing you and asking what happened to your hair, or where we’re going,” He said, then added on, “I don’t think Bakugou’s pride could take it if this spread around.” This earned him a light hit in the back of the head from Bakugou.

“And it’s getting late,” Todoroki pointed out, gesturing to the window and the fading light, “We have a curfew, and there’s no way we have the time.”

Midoriya sighed and Todoroki knew he had won, “Ok, but first I need a razor,”

“I have an electric one,” Bakugou offered, finally glad to be of use, “It’s… somewhere,” He gestured vaguely. He stood up and started going through his stuff, thinking he remembered where it was.

“Want us to help you look?” Midoriya offered.

“Nope, I got it,”

“What, are you hiding something?” Todoroki asked, his voice carrying a teasing tone.

“No, I just don’t like people touching my shit.” He huffed, finding the razor a moment later. His mom gave it to him, though it’s not like he ever needed it. At least it had a purpose now.

In no time the had the razor plugged into a wall and Midoriya seated in a chair. “Wait, we need something to catch the hair, unless you have a broom and dust pan on hand,” Todoroki said, looking at Bakugou. He shook his head. Todoroki looked around and pointed at Bakugou’s bed, “What about using a sheet?”

“Hell no! I don’t want hair all over my bed sheets.”

“When was the last time you washed them?” Todoroki asked, walking over to the bed. “I don’t know!”

“Then they probably need to be washed anyways,” And with that Todoroki took off one of the sheets. Bakugou protested a bit, but made no move to stop him.

Another minute or so went by while they put the sheet on the floor. Right before Todoroki turned on the razor, Bakugou couldn’t help himself, “Deku, shouldn’t you take off your shirt, ya know, so you don’t get hair all over it?” He suggested innocently.

Midoriya raised an eyebrow, but took off his shirt. Bakugou smiled, unable to hide with how pleased he was. Todoroki let out snort and shooed Bakugou away, “I don’t need you getting in the way, one boyfriend messing up his hair is enough,”

Bakugou looked like he wanted to argue, but chose for once to be silent and sit on the edge of his bed.

Midoriya looked like a nervous wreck the entire time, but Todoroki was honestly doing a good job. He bit his lip in concentration, determined not to mess up.

It was sort of memorizing to watch the green curls fall and the room was silent except for the buzz of the razor. Finally Bakugou had to say something, “Hey, Deku?” Green eyes met his and he forced himself not to look away, “I’m sorry,”

“It’s ok, I’m not mad,”

“I know. But, I still needed to say it,” Bakugou finally looked away, catching Todoroki smiling.

In what felt like ages, Todoroki finally deemed it good enough, “Done!”

Midoriya looked relieved, “I now know why they put you in front of mirrors,” he said as he stood, waiting only long enough for Todoroki to brush loose strands of hair off his shoulders before going to the mirror in Bakugou’s room.

“Oh wow, it actually looks pretty good,” Midoriya smiled, turning his head as he looked at his reflection.

Todoroki looked mildly offended, “Of course it looks good,” He walked up behind Midoriya and wrapped his arms around him. “I think it suits you,” he said before kissing his cheek.

“You two are gross,” Bakugou stated as looked on. Todoroki gave him a look and proceeded pepper Midoriya’s cheeks with several more kisses that left him giggling.

“Get off me!” He laughed, pushing at the arms wrapped around him. As cute as the scene was, Bakugou didn’t want to be left out, “Hey,” Todoroki stopped his assault long enough for Bakugou to join in.

Midoriya fought back as he could, but was overcome.

“Ack, it’s late! I need to go to bed!” It was a lame excuse, but Midoriya looked a tad overwhelmed despite the smile tugging at his lips. Todoroki let go of him with a dramatic sigh,

“Geez you two,” He huffed walking over to grab his shirt, cheeks only turning redder as the other two continued looking on, “You’re both ridiculous,” Midoriya slipped his shirt on walked over to give them both a kiss, “See you tomorrow,” He left the room, feeling the newly cut part of his hair.

“Hey Bakugou,”

“Hm?”

“You’re never going to live down burning his hair,”

“You wanna fight?” Bakugou glared at him and he seemed to seriously consider the option of fighting, “Maybe one day,” Todoroki said with a smile, pulling Bakugou in for a kiss. He tried to be petty and resist, but he was weak for kisses and relented.

“Goodnight,” Todoroki said as he headed towards the door, “Hey, do you want a haircut too?” If it weren’t for the smile, Bakugou might’ve thought he was serious.

“FIGHT ME!” Bakugou grabbed the pillow off his bed and chucked it at Todoroki. He just laughed and closed the door before it could reach him.

Bakugou huffed out a sigh and shook his head. Those two were going to be the death of him.

[thebookfreakthatlovesmusic]

all 60 plz

As you wish. 1: Do they drink coffee? Nah
2: Are they left or right handed? Right.
3: How do they do their hair? Facial hair? (If they have it) They normally get a fade haircut, and they have a little facial hair on their chin. I think it’s adorable whenever I see it coming in I wanna brush my fingers on it but they always shave it -_-
4: What’s their favorite animal? Owls and elephants 
5: What is their relationship status? Confused. 
6: What is their favorite band/singer? Tobymac. But they love electric swing too, but that’s a genre. 
7: Are they more a cat or dog person? DOG
8: What does their laugh sound like? OHHHHHHH MYYY GOSHHHH THEIR LAUGH IS INCREDIBLE?????? LIKE A BLESSING???? EVEN THOUGH IT SOUNDS LIKE A COUGH SOMETIMES???? 
9: Do they know multiple languages? Which ones? Yep. English, Sarcasm, and a bit of Spanish 
10: How old are they? How old are you? We’re both 18, but they’re six months older than me. You can’t tell though. 
11: One word that describes them. Indescribable.
12: Do they have any pets? Not at the mo, no. 
13: What is their favorite TV show? Iron Blooded Orphan. Or it least it was last I checked. 
14: What is their favorite movie? Interstellar? I think? Or Independence Day Resurgence? Or any Star Wars??
15: What car do they drive? It’s Red. I dunno the name. Or their family’s Van. I forget what’s it called?? 
16: What ethnicity and/or nationality are they? African-American. 
17: Where did you meet them? My seventh grade year of Spanish class.
18: What was your first meeting like? He stole my pencil. And I didn’t say anything because I literally was thinking ‘Ohhhh myyyy goshhhh he’s an angel’ they have it back a few seconds later after they realized it wasn’t theirs. 
19: What is their zodiac sign? Are your signs compatible? He’s a libra. And nope. 
20: What month is their birthday? September 
21: What is your favorite outfit on them? Don’t have one. They’re perfect. But they look nice in blue. 
22: Are they good texters? Yes! For the most part!! 
23: Your favorite feature about their appearance. Their eyes. No, Their nose. No, their lips. No their smile. No!! Their hands. No, their eyebrows… I can’t pick.
24: Your favorite thing about their personality. They’re too goofy to stay mad at. And they’re punny and quirky. 
25: Do they make you laugh? ALL THE TIME 
26: Do you make them laugh? I hope so!! 
27: Are they good huggers/ kissers? I don’t kiss and tell 😇
28: What is your favorite “flaw” that they have? I don’t mind that they’re clingy. It’s lovely and adorable to know that someone wants you that much. 
29: Are they nice to strangers? Kinda?? 
Yes?? 30: What is the funniest thing they have ever said? Ya know…. it’s hard to pick just one…
31: Saddest? That they think their life isn’t worth it all by itself. When really… their life is worth it all the more because they think that.
32: Weirdest? That boogers are healthy
33: Cutest? Petango 
34: Ever dreamt about them? What happened in the dream? Like twice, but in my world that’s a VERY good thing. They came to school with me, since I’m going to school an hour and a half away.
35: How tall are they? How tall are you? They’re tol, I’m smol. 
36: Do they have a booty? 😳 sure?? Doesn’t everyone?? Yeah they do. 
37: What are their hobbies? Building Gundams, watching anime, drawing, reading and writing. 
38: What are their talents? Excelling in e v e r y t h i n g!!!! 
39: What would your dream date be with them? Playing video games at their house and reading while lounging on each other and taking a nap together. Or taking a long late night drive out with just the two of us and chasing the moon as she falls and camp out somewhere to count starts… I’m a simple girl okay? 
40: Does anyone know about your crush/love? Yeah, the world. I’ve already screamed it out. 
41: What do you guys have in common? Already answered 
42: Do they go to the gym? Nope 
43: Do they go by their given name? Yep
44: What is their favorite color? The Void, Light blue (like a teal or turquoise) and purple 
45: How far apart do you live from them? TOO FREAKING FAR. We’re like 20 minutes away 
46: What song reminds you of them? My Little Earthquake by Joel Piper and Time Stops by Virtual Riot, and Learning to Love Again by Mat Kearney and The Shipped Gold Standard by Fall Out Boy 
47: Do they listen to a lot of music? Kinda. Yeah
48: What do they smell like? Masculine. Like sweat and outside and… I dunno like a man. But without cologne.
49: If they were in a book (protagonist or antagonist or supporting character, up to you) how would the writer describe them? His glasses couldn’t hide the bored and lazy stare he gave if they tried. He peered over them a smirk on his face. His hazel green eyes shone with knowledge, but he shook his head. Not today, he thought, I won’t spoil their fun with how wrong they are. But they wouldn’t shut up, and he finally opened his mouth. And all hell broke loose. 
50: How often do you see them? I don’t see them often at all. It more than sucks. 
51: The last text/ message they sent you? Something about tomorrow… 
52: The last thing they said to you in person? See you later. 
53: What is the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you in front of them? I literally got my period one day I was hanging out with them…. -_- in fact I think it was their birthday…. and on my birthday they hugged me and I was horny THE REST OF THE DAY. It was so bad my cousins noticed. 
54: Do they have any tattoos or piercings? Nah. But they’d be so cute with either. 
55: What color are their eyes? Light brown/dark green. 
56: What is their clothing style? N.E.R.D.Y
57: What is one thing that makes them really special? What doesn’t make them special??? They’re INCREDIBLE 
58: Will you tell your crush your feelings? Nah, rather not. 
59: How long did you know them before you started falling for them? Like four years maybe? 
60: Was there a defining moment when you knew you liked them? Yes. When they told me I was worth everything. And whenever they smile or laugh or even look at me… I fall in love all over again.

[tinybellz-blog]

Brotherly Love Pt 2.

Who →  Tiny Bell & Vince Bell

When → April 28th 2017

Where → North Bay Jail 

Notes → Tiny tries to get some clarity on his life and a few other subjects from his brother

Tiny: felt more at ease as opposed to the last time he was here. Maybe it was because his brother had been deemed good enough to have physical contact with visitors now, or maybe it was because of how calm he'd been over the past few weeks. Still, as he headed inside the visitation room, he could only think of what his brother had to say since he'd written him last. So much had happened, not only to him, but Vanessa as well. How much did Vince really know about the outside world since he managed to arrange for her to have a safe house? All these questions buzzed through Tiny's head, but he decided to psych himself down and took a seat at the metal table. He looked around, noticing other inmates talking and hugging their families and loved ones, hoping he'd get to do the same.

Vince: It was the first time Vince was allowed a visitor outside of the restrictions of a glass wall and a telephone, and he was glad that it was going to be his brother. He was doing better than the last time he’d seen him. Vince had managed to find some peace of mind in prison. He took up boxing with a group, threw himself into his assigned job making license plates, and had gotten a haircut. But there were things happening on the outside that he still needed to be clued into. And just because he hadn’t heard of much trouble happening, he wasn’t so naive to believe that meant all was well. He walked into the open area, giving a nod to one of his fellow inmates before turning to see his brother seated at a table waiting for him. “Wassup dawg” he grinned, making his way over to dap him up and pull him into a tight hug. “How ya living?” he asked as he finally took his seat on the other side.

Tiny: peered his head up as he saw more inmates coming to visit their loved ones, and he couldn't help but smile once he saw his brother. The first thing he noticed was that he looked a bit different..a little more muscle, but it was more about his inner appearance that he felt had changed over time. "Yo, you're being good in here? Color me shocked.", he half joked as he stood up, dapped and hugged him back. It felt great to actual touch his brother again, even if it was only for a little while. He took his seat and shrugged, trying to play everything off as cool. "Eh, I can't complain. I mean, I'm /living/ so I gotta be grateful." With a smirk, Tiny pulled down the top of his shirt a little to reveal the scar on his chest from his operation. "I've been through way too much for some little heart attack to put me down."

Vince: shook his head and laughed at his brother’s comment. “Guess I can’t be a delinquent forever” he chuckled, knowing it was ironic statement considering he was clad from the shoulders down in a green prison jumpsuit. He couldn’t wipe the grin from his face, not able to believe that he was sitting face to face with his brother. It certainly made turning the other cheek and complying with prison authority worth it. When his brother reached to show him his scar however, his grin faded. He knew Tiny could handle his own, but he still felt like he was lacking in his duties as a big brother not being able to be there for him through something so traumatic. ‘Damn, that’s a mean scar you got there..” he commented. “But I’m proud of you bro”

Tiny: "But seriously..glad you're doing alright in here.", he said sincerely. While he had no doubt that Vince was still Vince at the end of the day, meaning he'd always have a few tricks and a mean streak up his sleeve, but he was glad to see that he could mellow out some and be..normal. Hopefully others would get the chance to see this side of him one day. He knew that showing his scar would be a messy subject, but there was no reason to hide anything from his brother after all. "Thanks. I guess I got a little caught up in this whole..jock thing. My bad.", he shrugged as he put his shirt back together. "I promise I'm done with that stuff though, I'm done going nuts with the sports stuff, doctor's told me to chill for a little bit. Aunt V was freaked, but we're working through it. Oh! And she did want to come, but she had work, important attorney work or something, but she said she'll come next time."

Vince: “Yeeah, maybe if I keep it up they’ll fuck with me on a early release or something.” Vince knew the chances of that happened were probably slim, but at this point he was willing to do whatever he needed to get back to his life. Vince listened as his brother explained to him--and nodded, understanding. He had no plans to chastise his brother for his mistake after all people had done way worse things than take steroids to succeed. He was in a penitentiary full of them. “I’m glad you’re good T. You know how them drugs can fuck with you” After all, Vince and Tiny used to sell to some pretty doped out people--they’d seen first hand how much they can really fuck with a person’s life. At the mention of his Aunt Viv he gave another subtle nod, honestly, he didn’t expect her to take time out of her life to come visit him. he damn sure wouldn’t if he was her. “So what are you gonna do about football, man? Did they kick you off the team or something?”

Tiny: could only nod, but he hoped that his brother would get out on early release, though he knew the chances of that happening were slim with the case against Vince so large. And if there was such a release or pardon, it wouldn't be coming anytime soon, he imagined. For now, all he could do was hope for the best and hope Vince's time in here would be as much of a breeze as it could be. He was glad that his brother hadn't come down on him too hard, as was his fear before he came, the last thing he wanted to hear was how dumb his mistake was. "Yeah, I know. I thought everything was cool when I stopped, but I guess not. Hell, if Drew hadn't punched me in my chest, I could have had /more/ damage done to me.", he admitted with a small shake of his head. Drew Torres being his savior wasn't something he liked to talk about a lot, but he saved his life, he had to give him some credit. At the mention of what he'd do about football, he sighed heavily, still unsure. "Nah, haven't told Armstrong yet. But man, I don't know. I like it, but I hate the stupid ass athlete rules. Can't talk to this person, can't talk to that person, it's dumb as shit. I like doing my own thing like you did. I'm thinking about joining V's group but, she's got her own shit going on."

Vince: Hearing Drew Torres’ name caused Vince’s jaw to clench, but he tried not to let any particular reaction get the better of him. It didn’t exactly comfort him to hear that he was the one that ended up saving his baby brother’s life but he figured he’d take it in stride for now. It was all he could do. When it came to the matter of his group Vince couldn’t stop himself from releasing a chuckle and shaking his head. Degrassi would never change. “Well at the end of the day you know V’s got your back--and if the athletes are still the athletes they aren’t about shit. I wouldn’t trust them.” Vince knew how shit ran in those popular circles, after all he was the personal oxy dealer of Miss Katie Matlin herself. Those kids weren’t each other's real friends. Clearly, they barely knew each other. But they smiled in each other's faces and passed time all in the name of the social food chain. “But--” he interjected, raising his hand. “I don’t think sticking with the football is a bad idea. And if you really want to play then you just gotta deal with them” Vince shrugged. After this year Tiny had a year of high school left. And next year if he decided to play football it could land him a university spot. “But um, speaking of V--” he interjected, scratching his nose. He shifted forward a little and lowered his voice, knowing how precarious her situation was. “What’s going on there?”

Tiny: knew of the history that Drew Torres had with not only Vince, but Vanessa as well. Or at least, what he'd been told from their accounts anyway. But still, if he was willing to let bygones be bygones, then maybe Vince could, at least just this once. Tiny felt that the trials and tribulations of high school cliques were basically third world problems compared to what his brother was dealing with, but a little mundane normalcy might keep him entertained, maybe he'd even provide some insight that would help him. "You're right. I mean, I only really trust like one. Everybody is kinda shady, especially Dallas.", he said with a roll of his eyes as he spoke his name, "Speaking of that, I beat the shit out of him. Got too all in my business so I had to pop him. Good stuff.", he boasted proudly with a small laugh. Tiny raised his brows, but reluctantly nodded at his brother's suggestion. "I guess you're right on that. But I've gotta make a change to them or something, it's too crazy.", he shrugged as he knew he'd have another choice to make considering this. "You mean the..ooh. Uh, she's alright from what I know. I haven't seen you-know-who in ages and he hasn't bothered V." Tiny was curious about the matter, so he pressed on, albeit speaking quietly. "But I thought you'd know more than me. You let her in your safe house, you didn't put a hit out on the dude?"

Vince: had to give a huff at the mention of Mike Dallas as well, everything about that dude read fraud. And he didn’t buy for a minute that the same Mike Dallas that used to get fucked up and then fuck anything that moved like it was his profession was all of a sudden a straight and narrow kind of guy. But he chuckled along with his brother that he ended up fighting him. “Bout time somebody shut him up” Vince grinned. He saw Tiny was at a real crossroads when it came to this whole clique situation--he would tell him to just go rogue like he did last year and forget everyone but people liked Tiny. And being a loner isn’t something you did unless you had to. “It’s up to you at the end of the day.” he nodded, letting his brother know he was behind him whatever he decided. Vince shook his head “I mean, setting up the house is easy to do on the phone but a hit? I know they got these shits tapped. And I’m not really tryna end up back in solitary..” Vince shook his head, wishing he had more of a grip on the situation. “I talked to get Mario to come out here so we could talk about it face to face but you know it’s hard to get people all the way out here. But as long as she’s there he’ll look out for her” He shrugged, making a mental note to call him later and check on things. “So how’s your love life bro? I hope you’re out here getting more than me” he chuckled. “What ever happened to that little piece you had with the pink hair last year? Lola?”

Tiny: "I'll make a mental note to make him flinch one time for you next time I see him in the locker room.", Tiny spoke with a laugh. He knew of the tension between Dallas and his brother, and if he could pester the shit out of the older male until he graduated then that was just icing on the cake. "Thanks man, I'll figure it all out..but I know I'll be good.", he said confidently with a nod of his head. Tiny felt like going it alone sometimes, but while Tiny liked to be a loner from time to time, he felt a sense of responsibility and pride in the way he carried himself now. If he could make a better way for someone younger, be they athlete or an artist, then he'd try his best to be that guide in their life. Tiny listened to his brother speak, sort of getting a handle on the situation somewhat and figuring that setting things up wasn't so easy on the inside. "Right..wouldn't want you to go back there..hell, it'd probably be hard to get guys like that to even come out here. Heck, /I/ don't even like prisons.", he shuddered with a shake of his head. Tiny would try his best to handle the Vanessa situation the best way he knew how, although he wished she'd update him more herself. At the mention of his love life, Tiny couldn't help but smirk and fold his hands behind his head. "Ay, she's got pink hair /and/ ass for days. Don't forget that. Heh.", he boasted before smiling more sincerely. "But nah. It's going good. I mean, I tried with Dallas's cousin Shay and she's cool..but besides him being dick and making it hard..I never stopped caring for Lo. I love her, man."

Vince: “Nah, nobody does” he replied, letting his eyes glance around for a moment at the company they were surrounded by in the small meeting area. No one really looked happy to be there. Glad to see their loved ones maybe, but a hint of discomfort lingered nonetheless. Turning to his attention back to his brother as he discussed Lola he laughed, shaking his head. “Alright bro, handle that” he praised him-- he’d never really looked at her that way since she was so young but he always thought she was a good fit for his brother. “So is that your girlfriend or you’re just talking or wassup?” There was a sense of normalcy that Vince could appreciate in the two of them being able to sit here and talk about girls, but he felt both eyebrows raise when his brother mentioned that he loved the girl. “Wow” he remarked, another grin creeping onto his features. His little brother, in love. “That’s crazy T-- but aye I fuck with it. Good for you.”

Tiny: watched Vince look around, feeling a bit bad again for bringing up Vince's current predicament. Although he didn't blame any of them, Tiny felt a sense of disappointment that more people didn't come to visit him, but when you go to jail, he figured things weren't as simple as they once were. Still, Tiny would try to be there, even if others didn't feel like following, just like always. The sense of normalcy was nice to have though as the two discussed girls again, a sense of pride beaming from him as he spoke about his life. "Yeah, that's mine's. I mean, she's no street girl, but I think Pops would be proud.", he smiled as he raised his fist to fist bump his brother. "She's making me think long term bro. I mean, I'm not rushing anything, I still wanna go to college and do all that shit. But after? I'm trying to start my own family, if not with her then somebody. Make our name mean something.", he said with a sense of hope. "I guess I've come a long way from that scrawny little kid that couldn't fight, hmm?"

Vince: could feel a sense of pride sitting here and listening to Tiny discuss his plans for the future. He’d always knew he was going to be the one to go out and make something of himself, and from the way he was talking it sounded like he was gearing up to prove him right. Vince scratched the back of his shaven head, giving his brother a playful shrug. “I mean I guess I could see some little Tinys running around somewhere down the line” he chuckled. “Hopefully their heads don’t come out as big as yours” It was crazy to him how..grown Tiny looked. He didn’t know what type of diet Degrassi had their athletes on, but he seemed bigger eveytime he saw him. But no matter what, to Vince, he’d always be his baby bro. “So what are you thinking about as far as university? You been looking at anywhere special?” He was really clueless as to how the whole application process went, having never applied himself. But if Tiny went he’d be the first out of their little immediate family to go and that meant something to him.

Tiny: "Heh, if I could just have little Tinys, I'd be good. If I had a girl though...man. I'd be swinging on every dude that'd try to talk to her, cause I know how dudes are. But at least they'll have their Uncle Vince to help them out.", he spoke with a hopeful tone. Tiny wasn't sure how long Vince would be in here for, but he hoped his brother would be free in time to see Tiny have his own family for himself, if not years before that. But of course, that was easier thought than talked about. Tiny grimmaced and laughed as he ran his hand through his hair to examine his own head. "Hey! One, the hair makes it look bigger, and two, it's to fit my big brain." At the mention of college, Tiny thought for a moment before answering. College was a big step, something he never really thought he'd be able to go to last year, but now with the sky being the limit, he had a lot to think about. "I'm thinking Brown for science maybe, Columbia, Cal Tech..NYU and Morehouse are my top two though, but I'm not sure about going so far from Aunt V, you know?" Tiny was enjoying staying with his Aunt and Uncle and his cousins over the past months, as brief as it had been, and he didn't want to leave them after only being their a short time. "If I don't get a scholarship with sports or whatever though, I can always apply for financial aid or scholarship. If I write an essay about my life to these big shots? I know I'd get the 'underprivileged black street kid' scholarship, but I ain't complaining about handouts."

Vince: “Whatever you gotta tell yourself, kid” he chuckled along with him at his big head comment. He was attentive to his brother’s college plans, and knew this conversation was the first of many considering he had a long road of applications and test scores ahead of him. But Vince was going to try his best to be as involved as his incarceration would allow with this whole college thing. “You kidding? Just tell them about that week straight we ate hot dogs and baked beans for dinner and they’ll be throwing the money at you.” As far as Vince saw it it wasn’t a handout--it was more of an investment. And the least they could do for kids like Tiny, who didn’t grow up with a whole lot of resources but made up for it in their smarts. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak again he felt a tap on his shoulder, an awaiting officer letting him know that it was time to wrap up. Vince turned back to his brother in spite of the warning. “Aye--Imma call you this weekend so make sure you pick up, alright?” he asked, looking the other male straight on.

Tiny: felt a little strange talking about college plans with his brother still. It felt like just yesterday Tiny didn't have much hope for leaving Toronto, let alone going to college. He felt like he'd be abandoning his brother and the life they'd grown accustom to. But things were different now, and Tiny felt like he had a chance to do or be anything he wanted, thankfully with his entire family's support. Tiny could only laugh at the story Vince told him, remembering all too well their diet as youngsters. "Hey, who doesn't love pork and beans? Easy, cheap, and fills you up. It was better than the syrup sandwiches Ma used to make that just made us even more hungry.", he said with a smile. "But I'll try to make my sob story for them less..illegal. I think." Tiny wasn't sure how or even if someone was going to pay for his way for college, so whether it be scholarships or loans, Tiny was going to try his best to not let anyone the opportunity go to waste, if he was fortunate enough to get it that is. When Tiny saw a guard approaching the two, he knew that their time was just about up for now. With a sigh, Tiny gathered his things and stood up, sad to have this time end, but even sadder that he felt used to only being able to see his brother in brief visits. It was better than nothing, he thought to himself, though. Tiny nodded, raising his fist and bumping it with Vince. "Sure thing. I've got a drive back to TO anyway, I should be home by then. No worries, I'll keep an eye on everything.", he added before quickly hugging his brother before the guard escorted him back into the prison. As Tiny started to exit the building, he knew he still had a lot of things to deal with back home, but it was comforting to know he still had someone watching over things he couldn't from the inside.