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sublimecatgalaxy · 3 years ago

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Politics and Violence- Part 4

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: The morning after the reader and Elliot's eventful date, the reader goes home, anxious to fill her grandma in on all the details. She knows the woman can't hear her, but it was comforting to tell someone. The day seemed to be going good until her brother shares some odd news about a new house guest.

Song: "Time Machine" by WILLOW

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Swearing, detailed mentions of sex, mentions of drugs.

A/n: Sorry this is out so late! I was excited about this chapter cuz it give a cute insight into her and her, kind of not helpful, grandma. Also, Faye, so like *shrug*. Let's see if you guys can pick up on how this story will go just based off of my word choices in here. Be little detectives😉

After last night with Elliot, I realized that was the best night of sleep I’ve ever had, in my whole life.

We both were sore the next morning, our bones aching and thighs burning from the hardcore work out that we experienced. It was more than worth it, both of us bashful as we said good morning and got ready. It was cute to see him nervous around me, somehow our relationship becoming even more intimate after sleeping together and sleeping together. It was a much needed intimacy, both of our cheeks hurting from the severity of our smiles.

I think it was different for the both of us to see each other in such an innocent light, the night prior being the opposite of anything innocent. He had the ability to be gentle and lack this intimidation and flirtation that he typically did, his eyes soft while he gazed over me. It was comforting.

“I think you’d like him, gram.” I whisper, sighing as I lean back in the chair beside her bed. Ash and Fez would never admit to anyone that they talk to our grandmother, though she’s lifeless and stoic in bed. The machines beep beside my head as my mind travels back to last night. “He’s really nice and, I don’t know what Fez told you but, he’s a really good guy. I think Fez is just being overbearing like usual.” I laugh quietly, my hand slipping into her hand as I watch her chest rise and fall in quiet breaths. Part of me hoped that one day she would wake up, begging to hear all about the stories that I had to tell her. Between the boys in my life- family or not- school and my dreams for the future. I would end up telling her all of these things anyways but the wish to have her actually here, listening, smiling, and making inappropriate remarks topped everything. “He’s really funny and I learned that he plays guitar. I’m kind of hoping that I can convince him to play me something of his own. He has like this speaking voice that is to die for so I can only imagine how he sounds when he sings.” My cheeks heat up at the thought, my eyes fluttering closed as I hear his voice from the night before.

I could write songs about your smile.

“Also, for a guy my age, he’s super emotionally intelligent and I think that’s fucking cool. You’d like him, I think.” I repeat and smile softly, my eyes fluttering over her aged face, remembering a time where she would practically stomp over men to get to the top, pushing them to the bottom of the food chain. The success that she had was tempting to achieve one day, but it didn’t stop the want and need for Elliot in my life.

And I’m well aware that I couldn’t have both.

“I know that you wouldn’t like the thought of me wanting to settle down, to have a normal life, but it appears that Fezco also has a girlfriend too. Whether he’s told you about that is beyond me but it looks like we’re both going against your wishes and falling in love.” I giggle, my hands fanning out her fingers to look at her nails. I’ll have to repaint them soon. “I think that Fezco would rather die than be seen as weak.” I frown, knowing that his greatest weakness was not only any care that he showed for Lexi Howard, but the love and care he felt for Ash and I. I knew that he would take a bullet for us. “You bestowed this fear in us that love was the thing that made us weak but I actually think it’s the fear of letting love in that makes a person even weaker.” I explain, looking up to see Fez in the doorway. He sends me a tight lipped smile, his gaze fluttering down to gram as he steps in the room. I didn’t mind him hearing my sentimental words, knowing that it was for the best that he heard it. He just calmly takes a seat down across from me, clasping his hands behind his head with a sigh.

“How was your date?” He asks, his question taking me off guard as I stutter a bit, fumbling for the right words. But before I can speak, he cuts me off. “You never came home last night- wondered why you were still there.” He adds simply, my eyebrows pulling together as I fight the urge to lunge over the bed and strangle him. He looks almost condescending as he tilts his head at me, but I knew that he knew I was at Elliot’s. I knew that he knew why I didn’t come home, but he just wanted me to say it out loud. He wanted me to say out loud that I was growing softer.

“We just got food and went back to his place. Watched a movie or two and fell asleep.” I shrug, vaguely leaving the part out where I was fucked into oblivion but he didn’t need to know that now, did he? He just nods simply, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

“Can you tell me next time?” He asks, my eyes squinting at him, confused at the intent of his words. “Wouldn’t want you out there, me or Ash not knowing where you are. You know how shit is.” He answers honestly, my snarky replies being sent out the window as I realize the intention behind his words. “We waited.” He shrugs simply, his hands fluttering down to look at my hand that still holds my grandmas, clinging to her and clinging to her life like Fez always has. “We sat up for you in the living room. Ash was all fucking excited to hear about how your date went.” He laughs bitterly, my eyebrows pulling together sadly as guilt consumes me. “I’m not tryna make you feel guilty and shit. Jus’ want you to know that we’re still here, depending on you, waiting for you to tell us shit. To tell me shit.” I can tell that his words are a silent plea for me to open up to him, uncomfortable with the way that our relationship has been going the last year or two. A soft smile spreads across my lips, nodding my head in acknowledgment as I try my best to crack the tension in the room.

“Not sure if you guys really wanna know about my sex life though.” I cringe, Fez bursting out into laughter as he throws his head back, waving me off quickly. Giggles bubble from my lips as I shrug, almost saying ‘well?’ but he just snorts, rubbing a hand over his face as he chuckles.

“Get the fuck outta here- you fucked that kid?” He asks, his jaw dropping in shock as tears prick my eyes, my whole body doubling over in laughter as I try to catch my breath. “Shit, sis, do we need to have the fuckin’ birds and the bees talk cuz I know damn well your school don’t teach that shit.” I cover my face in embarrassment as I flip him the finger, both of our laughter dying out as he whistles. “Shit, man. We gotta catch up sometimes before one of us screws this life thing up. Gotta hold each other accountable.” He rolls his eyes playfully, letting out a happy sigh as he shakes his head. “Ya know, Lexi’s real cool.” He mutters, his cheeks heating up vividly at the mention of the pretty girl. “Not really familiar with our lifestyle though. She don’t take me seriously when I say shit can go south and I could end up in a body bag, ya know?” He asks, the morbid question making my stomach drop. “But you know that shit. We been talkin’ about this since we was kids. It’s just gonna take her a bit to adjust, I think.” He rubs a hand over his beard as he smiles fondly, my heart warming at the thought of him opening up to someone other than me or my grandma. “I know you think I’m this fuckin’ tough guy and I know I’ve been kind of a tool lately but…” He trails off, his expression switching back to something a bit more serious as I smile sadly. “You my family; I’d die for you, I’d kill for you. So forgive me for gettin’ a little skittish about someone I don’t know bein’ in your life.” He doesn’t need to say anything else, my head just nods at his words, sending him a soft smile as he lets out a forced breath.

“Well if you tell me about your girlfriend then I’ll tell you about my boyfriend.” I offer with a shrug, a bashful smile spreading out across his lips.

“Shit, table that for now.” He chuckles, standing up as his phone buzzes, his eyebrows pulling together at the sight of the message. “Hey, come out with me for a sec, I need you to meet someone.” He nods me on to follow him, my eyebrows pulling together in confusion as I stand. It wasn’t often that he brought people to the house that I didn’t know, especially when it didn’t have to do with our job in the drug world. He almost always let me know if something was happening like a drug deal or anything that involved our job. So the fact that someone is just showing up… it made me nervous.

Making our way out into the living room, I take a seat next to Ash on the couch with a huff. “Do you know what this is about?” I ask him, his head shaking in a stern way as he rests his head on the back of the couch. “I’m sorry for making you two wait last night.” I frown, Ash just shrugging simply as he sends me a soft smile. I hold out a hand to him, his hand shaking mine simply.

“No hard feelings?” I laugh, his head bobbing in a quiet nod. I knew that Ash would never hold anything like that against me like Fez would. Ash trusted me more than Fez did, always has. Fez was the type to trust me more with his life than my own. Ash trusted me to take care of myself and make my own decisions for my life because of how well I took care of him. If I could keep Ash alive in all of his homicidal ways then I could keep myself alive. Fez refused to believe that.

My head turns to see a familiar face walking in behind Fez, a blonde girl following closely behind him. Where did I know them from? Ash lets out a quiet curse under his breath at the sight of the girl, his head shaking as he looks down at his hands. The three of them step into the living room, Fez sending me a warning look as it clicks in my head who the guy is.

“Sup, Y/n.” Custer smiles, sitting down on the chair to my right. I just send him a tight lipped smile, my arms folded over my chest in obvious defiance. Ash is as tense as I am, the room full of unsolved issues now that Custer sat his ass down. He was the reason that we were in deep shit with a local gangbanger, a woman who goes by Laurie having a tight noose around our neck since New Years. It was a simple misunderstanding with Rue and this girl, and it was safe for Laurie to assume that they were involved with the police. I understood why the situation happened and we probably would’ve done the same thing, but it could’ve been avoided.

“What’s going on, man?” Ash asks, turning his head to Fez with a stoic expression. He was even more pissed than I was, his eyes dark and angry as he avoids Custer’s curious gaze. I sit quietly, my eyes flickering to the girl as she smiles softly at me, her fingers fluttering in a wave. I just send her a smile in return, turning my attention back to my older brother as he explains.

“Custer got himself into shit. Since he’s been a help with the whole Laurie situation, I figured we’d do him a solid.” Fez explains vaguely, my brows pulling together as I turn to look at Ash, his shoulders shrugging.

“Why should we care?” Ash chuckles bitterly, his body moving to sit up straighter, his elbows resting on his knees as he points at Custer. “This motherfucker is not someone we should be trusting.” Ash warns, his voice low as he glares at Fez but I could tell that Fez agreed, so why the fuck were we doing this.

“What’re you not telling us?” I ask, Fez’s attention switching to me as I scoff. “What happened to filling us in on stuff? Does that only go one way now, huh?” Ash nods along with my angry words, his frustrated huff egging me on. “I’m sure she’s a lovely girl,” I pause, the blonde smiling brightly as I continue, “but why does anything involving them affect us?” I ask, looking for more clarification as Custer and Fez share a look, Ash cursing under his breath as realization flashes over his face. “Ash, what?” I ask, turning my body to him as he frowns, taking a deep breath.

“I killed Mouse. Custer knows I killed Mouse.” He whispers, my mind flickering back to the time where Ash took a hammer to Custer’s nose and killed Mouse with a hit to the head. My eyebrows pull together as I look at Custer, a small smirk on the man’s face as my face falls. Ash’s jaw clenches as he rubs a hand over his tense face, his shoulders rolling in anxiety.

“You motherfucker.” I’m out of my seat at a moment’s notice, my hand slapping Custer across the face as he yells out, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist to pull me away from him. I fight against Ash’s grip with a grunt, spitting in Custer’s face as he gasps, his hands immediately reaching up to wipe his face. “You think you can come in here, to my home, and blackmail us into housing your girlfriend because you guys fucked up?!” I scream, shoving Ash off of me and back down onto the couch as I get low into Custer’s face as he wipes his cheek, my fingers fisting the material of his shirt. He gasps quietly as he cowares, my head shaking tauntingly. “You are a lowlife scumbag if you think you can fucking blackmail my fourteen year old brother. You got shit with me, cool. Fez? Even cooler. But you don’t come after my kid.” I hiss, his eyes fearfully flickering back and forth between mine as he nods. Number one way to get on my shit list; threaten Ashtray.

“Faye needs a place to stay, Y/n. We gotta do it, I can’t tell you and Ash why.” Fez mutters behind me, watching me closely as I shove Custer away from me, a groan leaving his lips as he flops against the couch. I turn to Fez as Ash does the same, both of us immensely confused. “You gotta trust me here. Custer is gonna leave us the fuck alone and Faye is cool.” Faye looks up to Fez with a soft smile, her eyes a bit hazy. She looks like she’s straight out of the Grand Theft Auto game, closely resembling a hooker from the franchise. She looked nice enough, I guess. I take a deep breath as I share a hesitant look with Ash before turning to Custer.

“I want you out of my house.” I grit, watching the man as he steps to his feet, his hands rising in surrender. “And don’t even look at Ash. If you do so much as look at him, I’ll kill you.” I whisper, Ash reaching over to gently rub my arm, telling me silently to back off. Like a lioness with her cub… Custer shares one more look with Faye as Fez leads him out of the house, my eyes turning to the girl as she smiles softly, looking between Ash and I.

“You guys seem cool.” She says with a simple shrug, a tired laugh leaving my lips as I reach out to pull Ash into my arms.

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underscore-jude · 2 years ago

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can you go more in depth on how you would’ve changed kourt’s anxiety storyline and her storyline with jet I would love to hear more about that!

yes yes yes ofc i was just getting sooo angry while writing my last post that i decided to leave it where it was lololol

(also the more I wrote this the more i realized I either literally am Kourtney or I just project onto her a lot. lol. lmao. sorry about that but this is MY version of hsmtmts after all. and i added a keep reading cause this got fucking long goddamn)

so we've been told but not really shown that Kourtney, Ricky, Nini, and Big Red have been friends since grade school and then Ricky and Nini's dating and subsequent breakup split them apart, and im a sucker for childhood friendships, so i really want to lean into that

in addition to the inherent heart rate increase of anyone with anxiety (or at least, in my experience with GAD), Kourtney has a lot to be worried about over the summer. My childhood best friend and I clung to each other in anxiety-related situations a LOT, so I can really relate to Kourtney and Nini from that standpoint. So first of all, she's without Nini and Michelle, the two most important people in her life, and also the two people who have dealt with her Kourtney-ism the most in the past year. Big Red and Ricky used to be good at all that, but then the Big Bad Summer of 2019 happened and she just hasn't been as close to them, y'know?

She's never been one for romance. Nini was always the desirable one, she was fine to be the one in the background, the funny best friend who gave all of Nini's suitors the shovel talk, and now she's got Howie and they call each other boyfriend and girlfriend- they're not gonna see each other for two weeks. In my version, Howie isn't just randomly a senior even tho he was a junior in s2- he's away doing a residency at a professional theatre. She doesn't get to talk to him a lot, because he's super busy, but she's sure that things between them are just fine. Right? He'd never forget about her like that. Right? A song can mean everything. Isn't that what Ricky always said? But she knows all too well how that ended for him and Nini...

And then she learns that the performance is going to be filmed and put on Disney+, something that millions of people watch every day! She's going to be everywhere- and then she learns that she's going to be everywhere as ELSA! The first black Elsa on TV! She, Kourtney Greene, the Ultimate Best Friend, is going to be front and center in the iconic sparkly blue dress and singing one of the most legendary Disney songs ever...

So yeah, Kourtney has a lot to be nervous about this summer.

Ashlyn and Gina offer their support, but it's notoriously hard for someone with anxiety to open up and allow someone new to be their support system after feeling like they've burdened others for so long with it. So early in rehearsals, she sings the song "Monster". It comes across as a little too real. She leaves.

After letting her have some time by herself, who comes to check up on Kourtney? Ricky! He makes his case. It's been a year. A lot has changed. He knows that things will never be the same but you can't take away eleven years of friendship, and Ricky knows Kourtney well enough to know that something's up. For as long as the group had been together, they'd really just referred to it as her Kourtney-ism and whatnot, but it really doesn't feel right to talk about it that way anymore. RECONCILIATION TIME!!! GIVE ME THESE TWO AS BESTIES, T*M!!!! AAAAAAAA

So, slowly, Kourtney learns to open up to those around her- not just Ricky, but Carlos, and Gina, and Ashlyn, and all of her friends who make it clear that she's not alone. When she gets her Color War phone call, she calls her mom. Tells her that she wants to start seeing a proper therapist. She has a lot of tics, like picking at her nails, so she and Carlos take to repainting their nails together almost nightly- she's not gonna get over it immediately, but her friends do what they can to make her as comfortable as possible. Thus explaining why Carlos and Kourtney had different nails almost every single day at camp lol

So the elephant in the room would be Jet. He's playing Kristoff this time around, remember- just something you might want to keep in mind for later, lol.

So, as a massive massive lesbian, I fell in love with Kourtney pretty much the moment she appeared on my television screen, and Jet, getting to meet her in person, would probably fall even harder. Now, Jet is just... so very unaware of what to do when he actually has a crush, and he'd probably do something like what my autistic ass does whenever I have a crush- MAKE THINGS WEIRD AND SAD

So Jet purposefully avoids most of the people because he does not want to be there. However, he does have a habit of agreeing with Kourtney, hanging around Kourtney, being so so very awkward around Kourtney, like in the Real Campers of Shallow Lake episode but dialed up to eleven.

Ricky, being Kourtney's closest friend at camp and Jet's only friend at camp, notices something is up pretty much right away and considers playing matchy matchy matchmaker before deciding to be an annoying "good friend" instead and slyly mentioning to Jet that he should be open if he has a crush, but also mentioning that if anyone were to ever break Kourtney's heart he'd kill them. This, obviously, does not make Jet feel any better, so while he's trying to get Maddox to trust him again, he starts talking about little sibling things, such as the fact that he has a crush and his big sister might be just the person to help him figure all that out, etc. As their relationship improves over the season, the amount of gentle ribbing about each other's crushes also grows. To the extent where Maddox almost straight up says something about Jet and Kourtney in front of the whole group and Jet nearly dies on the spot.

As he continues to come out of his shell, Kourtney does start to really like Jet- as a friend, at first. Romance just doesn't come first to her mind, really (kourtney is an ace icon wbk, and she's not necessarily aro but somewhere on that spectrum. it's canon cause i say so) and she is more focused on releasing herself from the burdens of her own brain as best she can because she doesn't exactly have access to a therapist or medication yet. But soon, feelings start to arise. The other girls will tease her, and the boys urge Jet to ask Kourtney for a dance at the camp prom, and when he ultimately can't do it, Carlos is the one to say it's okay- he knows you shouldn't push yourself to do things you're not ready for (such as some traditions. it all connects you see, i'm a genius)

It's really easy to just say "if you like them, just go ask them out" to someone who is not dealing with the constant barrage of thoughts that every second you're not asking them out you're wasting your life away but you also can't face the possible embarrassment of being rejected, so you resign yourself to a life of pining from the wings (literally).

So this time around, it's Jet singing Kristoff's Lullaby during the Frozen performance and giving Kourtney meaningful looks, rather than the tired old dragged out love triangle we got in the original season!

So when the doc premiere happens, and everyone is left with the wreckage of what they've been edited to look like, Kourtney has to ask Jet what that meant. His confession couldn't have been edited that much- he said what he said. And Jet owns up to it- he's had a dumb little schoolboy crush on Kourtney since he first laid eyes on her and has only come to fall even harder after learning that she's compassionate, funny, kind, and talented in addition to pretty. And that all he wants is to know if she could ever consider feeling the same.

And Kourtney... doesn't know. She's not used to opening up her heart. She's not used to being desirable- people actually having feelings for her is something she's still having a hard time accepting as possible. Everything has been such a whirlwind since first arriving at camp. And that's exactly what she tells Jet. That she doesn't want to jump headfirst into something despite the fact that there's definitely a part of her that wants to. Jet wants to be mad. He wants to be so angry. But he's also managed to grow up a little bit. So he says that he'll always respect Kourtney, no matter what. But he'll also always love her.

When Kourtney gets home, confusion abounds. She's got enough "real" problems to talk about her therapist with that she doesn't exactly feel like boy problems are the right thing to be taking to them. She heads into work and waiting at the staff door to give her a kiss on the cheek and welcome her home is Howie. Her heart stops. Her brain is full of fog again.

And vine boom kourtney's s3 arc ends ;)

#LOLOLOLOL GET WORMED #but fr this turned out very long #im #so sorry #i love kourtney so so so so so sosososososososososo much if you could n't tell #kourtney greene #hsmtmts #jude is talking #asks #jetney #jet hsmtmts

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dadsbongos · 4 years ago

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Alright, so, I'm well aware that the antag series revolves around her and Hajime, but I kinda wanna know more about her relationship with Nagito, Mikan, and Kazuichi during the tragedy and after the neo world program

I'm really hooked to this series, but can you blame me lmao-

i can’t blame you nonny, antag reader series is literally all i think about anymore, literal brain rot. this is basically just like?? a character analysis essay type thing? i’m so sorry it’s so long, i just got soooo into it

Request for: antag reader (Mikan Tsumiki, Kazuichi Souda, Nagito Komaeda) Warnings: despair things, face swap mention, spoilers, manipulation and bad friending :( ~~~

Mikan Tsumiki (and like a pinch of Junko Enoshima):

The Tragedy: So basically the whole thing with (Y/n) is that her parents were just so overcritical to the point where it rooted her complex and felt like they never loved her, right? So basically, Junko was able to attack that by showing her the bare minimum affection and introducing Mikan into the mix, who was in a similar boat with being unloved. Junko made them both feel as though she was the best love they could ever have and then made them compete for it at any opportunity she could.

Mikan always loved Junko but she doesn’t love (Y/n) the same way and vice versa, despite that, they do both care for each other very deeply. They desire no relationship in each other and even view each other as rivals who happen to find somewhat of a friendship together. Mikan thinks, and always has, that (Y/n) is much more talented and worthy of Junko than she is. However, (Y/n), being deeply insecure far below the surface - never stopped thinking that Mikan was more beautiful and worthy of Junko than she was.

They find both comfort and hatred in each other due to Junko making them act as competition. They both know the pain of Junko’s rejection but they also both know that if the other was out of the way, they could have Junko all to themselves.

When (Y/n) found out Mikan took Junko’s womb, it was a betrayal due to the fact that she didn’t know beforehand, Mikan had never said anything about taking Junko’s uterus. And on top of that, she found out that Mikan had tried conceiving a despair child during their separation. Even though neither of them loves each other, they know their relationship can be viewed as lovers - they often view it as such themselves - and so, (Y/n) felt as though Mikan had cheated on her. She basically had. Even so, she still knows that nothing could make her hate Mikan, she doesn’t love her as she did Junko, but she loves her more than any other woman she’d ever known. Mikan is the only grounding she’s ever known and the only person to ever relate to her on such an intimate level.

Going back to the feeling of Mikan being prettier than her, (Y/n) stole Junko’s face entirely because of that feeling of inferiority. She never told Mikan because she was ashamed to admit that she was insecure, it would make her imperfect to be insecure.

Overall, she’s never loved Mikan as a girlfriend but they’ve always been all the other had during The Tragedy despite their ‘rivalry’ and insecurities surrounding the other.

After Neoworld: (Y/n) is definitely nervous to be around Mikan because of their history with each other and Junko. Before Mikan wakes up from the program she’s constantly worried about if the nurse will hate her or be disgusted by her. The way Mikan had treated her right before her execution hinted at some tenderness buried beneath discontent, but that could always change. When Mikan wakes up she immediately looks for (Y/n) on pure instinct.

They definitely try to help each other heal and cope with Junko’s manipulation and lies. They both have come to realize that Junko never loved either of them and they didn’t love each other - any of the comforts they had gathered in The Tragedy was a lie and they help each other through that realization.

“You’re more than what she made you.” is a common phrase between them because they know she only made them compete for her own entertainment and their despair.

It was cruel and they have to live with every emotional and physical scar from that time. But they still have each other.

Any sense of rivalry has dripped away from their bond and is now wholly intertwined by genuine friendship and connection. By their experiences and how they’re growing away from Junko and into themselves. Eventually, all their conversations stop being about Junko and healing and start being about a pretty shell Mikan found on the beach. Or how the water looks so inviting, they should go for a swim.

Or how the chairs need repainting.

Or how some flowers outside the front door would be lovely.

Or how good breakfast was this morning.

Kazuichi Souda:

The Tragedy: Kazuichi wasn’t as “enamored” with (Y/n) as he was Sonia, but he respected her Ultimate and higher intelligence enough to also refer to her as ‘miss’ when they went to school. Though he largely stopped calling her ‘Miss (Y/n)’ during The Tragedy he still respects her a lot and is even a little scared of her sometimes. Again, she’s way smarter than he is - she’s not a super genius like Izuru but she’s a smart cookie and he’s not so delusional to think he’s near her in intellect. So the fact she can copy his Ultimate status and be smarter than most people in their class is quite intimidating for him at times.

Because of the confidence she projects and her charisma and, again, higher intelligence than his, he often follows her word and example without much thought. Like if he saw her jump off a cliff, he would probably go along with it because he knows she probably has some plan to get out of the situation safely.

(Y/n) views Kazuichi sort of as a little brother - but one that follows you around like a puppy and always bugs you. She doesn’t expect much other than blind support from him and kind of accepts that he’s her “sidekick” so to speak. They didn’t view each other as equals or even true comrades - (Y/n) was always just better and that went unquestioned. She definitely used him to gain without putting much thought into the long-term of their relationship.

After Neoworld: Kazuichi had regained his memories in chunks as they left the program and at least could recall being so-called friends with (Y/n). When they awoke, they didn’t talk to each other that often since Kazuichi was extremely bitter about how she’d treated them all in the program (and him as a Remnant) and so she was left alone with Hajime.

It’s only as she actually begins healing and expressing more humane traits that he starts talking to her again. Neither apologizes for anything specific, they just aren’t those kinds of people and both parties can let it go easy enough - they’d both done horrific things and they know that. He invites her into his warehouse to take apart the Monokumas, he offers to go on walks along the beach with her - he finds it nice to be in her presence again.

Because even after what they’d been through, I feel like he does still deeply respect her due to her talent. He just also has gained more confidence in himself while in the program and therefore has more sense to not let her control his actions. Which, he finds that she hasn’t tried doing and that always encourages him to keep coming back.

Kazuichi thrives on positive feedback and (Y/n) knows this, so every time she can she’s expressing how much he means to her as a dear companion - both of them being hesitant to actually label themselves friends. Especially Kazuichi, who had already been hit by poor friendship and trust issues, remembering that (Y/n) used him during The Tragedy makes his brain go fuzzy on how he feels about her. Sometimes he’s angry and other times he forgives her wholeheartedly because he knows she’s sick and he wants her to be able to maintain the friendships that he’s able to.

I think it’s after she apologizes to everyone, pre-Nagito waking up but post Gundham and Nekomaru, that he really just lets go of everything.

It’s not easy to forget that he was just her tool but he knows that she’s better now and they start hanging out more often, by themselves, having a good ol’ time talking about absolute nonsense.

Respect turns into admiration.

Nagito Komaeda:

The Tragedy: So I’d already mentioned that (Y/n) influenced him into becoming Servant, but I wanna expand on that before digging into anything else. At heart, Nagito is a people pleaser to the Ultimates, and none more than the copycat who can master pretty much anything she wants. During their school years, she didn’t see anyone as her equal and that resonated with Nagito’s inferiority complex and while she hates people who have no confidence, she would hate to be like everyone else more. So she kinda just accepted the servitude that came with befriending Nagito on the first day of school up until The Tragedy where he practically begged her to take him with her wherever she went.

She was the first one to really hold onto his chain, both literally and metaphorically. He joined the Ultimate Despair with Junko to create a despair to overcome, but only (Y/n) was allowed to actually touch him - or else he started throwing a huge fit.

In order to spread despair and crush Nagito’s everlasting obsession with hope, she probably intentionally ignores and neglects him when he needs her.

This largely means when he’s mourning/remembering his parents and dog or his illnesses or when he’s falling into despair and needs her to pull him out, she’s just watching and doing nothing.

In fact, when Nagito had brought up his plans to join the Warriors of Hope he was really hoping she’d speak against it, and she didn’t. She actually encouraged it. Pushing him to leave her alone and join the WOH. It hurt, of course, it would, but he left all the same and they hadn’t spoken since despite their ‘friendship’. (Y/n) never bothered going after him, again to crush his love of hope.

She left him unhinged, alone, sick to fend for himself until he found the WOH, and even when he found them - she didn’t seem to care whether they let him live or killed him.

After Neoworld: Honestly? To say that she mourns Nagito, and her entire relationship with Nagito, is a huge fucking understatement. Especially as the others begin waking up and Hajime helps her grow, she just gets more and more depressed over her situation with Nagito. And as he takes longer and longer to wake up, she begins to accept that she was horrible to him and doesn’t deserve his forgiveness.

Before The Tragedy even, since they’d met. She always treated him with as little human respect as she could - she did it with everyone but especially him. He was basically just a little errand boy she liked to talk to and she didn’t treat him as more. During their time in despair, she was barely around for him, only holding him together when the others pushed her to do it because he was being annoying. She was so awful to the man she always claimed was her closest friend. And she wants him to hate her for it so bad.

Then he wakes up and he sees her and he smiles. He could never hate her and it only makes her feel worse.

Nagito sees how much she’s changed and he begins changing too, she tells him about how Hajime has helped her so much and he begins to follow her around with Hajime. She’s worried he’ll consider himself her lapdog again but it’s cleared up when he doesn’t run to her side one morning out of the few left before they leave.

In fact, it’s when he doesn’t speak to her for hours on end she realizes that every interaction they had was under his free will and choice.

He doesn’t do her chores for her. She doesn’t watch him fall apart silently. They talk like friends do. Not about how talentless people are worthless or how hope is all that matters but about how they can’t wait to rebuild their favorite hangout spots and make better memories there together.

They sort of have an unannounced “restart” where they just wipe the slate clean, mostly on (Y/n)’s part so she can treat Nagito how he deserves. As a true friend rather than a pawn.

#sdr2 x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #mikan tsumiki x reader #kazuichi souda x reader #anon chatter :)#antag reader

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mimiplaysgames · 4 years ago

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save it for the morning after (3/3)

Pairing: Terra/Aqua Rating: E (Explicit) for Smut Word Count: 7,850

Summary: Aqua learns the value of being vulnerable.Terra learns to trust his body to another. Everyone gets a happy ending. ;)

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A/N: AAAAHHHH Happy Terraqua Day!!!! I can’t believe I finally finished this one, it always felt like it would never happen. I’m actually quite nervous - I don’t take the same kind of path of other smut and being so deviant honestly freaks me out so much. I really do pull this story into extreme directions for smut, that I wonder if I can call it smut at all. But let’s see. Hope you like. <3

~*~*~*~*~

“Aqua.”

“Hm?”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you…”

“Go ahead.”

“....”

“Are you okay?”

“The... um, your scars...”

“They’re not yours.”

“Aqua—”

“They aren’t.”

“Please.”

“...They’re not yours.”

~*~*~*~*~

Well, damn.

Ven hones in on Terra—a ballsy move considering it’s a super-bad idea to get this close to a large opponent—but Ven skids, spinning on his knees and tripping Terra like a pet running through its owner’s legs. Ven serves an uppercut with his short Keyblade. It almost jabs Terra on the ribs if not for his lurch backward, and he lands squarely on his ass against the desk behind him.

A pot of ink rattles and tips, spilling all over his pants and spreading up the spine of his shirt.

Ven snorts. “You look like you shit yourself.”

Terra wipes his backside, picking up excess ink in layers. It’s slick, skating through his fingers with the weight of iron and dripping onto the floor. More of it runs between his legs, finding a way in between cracks and folds of skin, moistening up his boxers. Damn it. He slathers his hand through Ven’s hair with so much force (Hey!) that Ven waddles to stay in balance.

“And you look like you’ve been picking through trash.”

Ink clumps chunks of blond hair together, drooling down Ven’s ears and staining his collar. It makes him look oily for lack of a better term, like someone who hasn’t taken a shower in weeks. When he touches his scalp out of reflex he flinches, wiping his coated fingers on his own shirt… before realizing what he’s doing. He groans.

“It suits you,” Terra says.

“I dunno.” Ven wipes the rest of it on Terra’s shirt. “Looks better on you.” Might as well. The shirt is honestly ruined.

One corner of the offending desk is covered in globs of shiny black. Terra corrects the ink bottle and surveys the damage. The tile floor will be easy to clean, but the wood is inhaling the color.

“Aqua’s going to kill us,” Ven mutters. “She spent a lot of time in this room.”

Weeks of time choosing which books to display on the shelves. Days researching the right chalkboard to purchase. Journeys spent gathering minerals for students to practice with: ash from a far away volcano, water from the forest river nearby, unearthed dirt from the garden, and feathers from nests settled at the peak of the tallest mountain. Aqua has a vision of this room playing the dual role of serving lectures and encouraging hands-on experimentation in a safe environment. She wants it to be respectable and impressive before the semester starts. They’re not allowed to traverse the room with shoes on, and Terra and Ven were respectable about that before one of them (Ven) started to get cocky about his fighting abilities.

Yeah, they fucked up. “Think of it this way. We proved it’s not practical for physical training,” Terra says.

“You’re the one who’s going to tell her that.” Ven scoffs, splaying a wet towel on the floor.

Terra pulls his suspenders over his head and lets them hang from his waistband. Pinching his stained muscle shirt off and bundling it up, he uses it as a rag to absorb the puddle on the table. What’s sinking into his socks is now warm. He ignores it.

“Do you think I could pull this off?” Ven asks as a by-the-way, twiddling a shy hand at the back of his greasy head.

“Black hair?”

“No, you’re right. It’s creepy.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Pfft, you also ‘didn’t’”—Ven bookends the word with finger quotations—“spar fairly.”

Terra considers throwing his damp shirt at Ven’s face. “I’m not at my prime yet.”

“That’s not it.” Ven flips the towel and swipes the remaining streaks with the cleaner side. “You’re holding back. You promised you wouldn’t do that anymore.”

“I’m not holding back.” He is. Just the image of raising his Keyblade against either of his friends is enough to make him nauseous, but he swallows it to be a good sport.

Giving it his all is something else entirely, a deeper, invasive illness.

“I know you can hit harder than that.” Ven dunks the towel in a pail of water, clouding it.

“I just have a lot in my mind and it’s hard to... relax, I guess.”

There’s a moment of pregnant quiet before Ven says pointedly, “I thought Aqua was helping you out with that.”

A moist squish slaps Ven on the nose.

“Now you’re being sensitive,” Ven says, pulling Terra’s shirt off his shoulder.

“You missed a spot,” says Terra, using his thumb to smear the stain across Ven’s cheek. For shits and giggles he continues upward, rubbing raccoon circles on Ven’s eyelids. “You really pull this off.”

“Do you annoy her this much?”

“She enjoys it.”

“Ugggh.” Ven throws Terra’s hands off of him, his chin tucked in so much that two layers of neck skin fold over. “Gross.”

Terra pauses. Gross wasn’t what he expected out of Ven’s mouth.

In fact, Terra hasn’t been sure of how Ven took the news the first time.

Oh, Ven had said when they told him Aqua was moving into Terra’s room. Okay. Cool. He shrugged as if he could have heard more exciting news, and left to take a short walk in the woods with Chirithy. The three of them never spoke about it again. Ven wouldn’t mention a word when he saw them dragging her dresser and vanity table, and seldom joined them if he heard them laughing together with the door closed.

Things are changing in minute strokes, in seconds that cluster for as long as Terra can recognize them, until they dissipate and become something not quite foreign but never quite familiar anymore, as though where he comes from is far from home and who he thinks he knows are almost-strangers.

“Have we ever made you uncomfortable?” Terra asks.

“What, no!” Ven waves his hand, feigning shock, staring at his shoes and everywhere else but Terra. “I mean, Aqua’s been Aqua since we got back, and you’re just weird sometimes, but—”

“Then why do you...” Terra sighs, choosing his words. “Avoid us when we’re together?”

“I don’t want to interrupt.”

An almost-lie. “I hope you don’t think we don’t want you around.”

“Noooo. Neither of you make me feel that way.”

“But you do.”

Ven lifts his shoulders higher than his ears and drops them with the same weight as throwing books on the floor. “It’s just… nothing’s the same.”

Nothing is, what with the quiet mornings since the Master is no longer here to prepare breakfast before the sun rises, or huff at anyone when they disturb his meditation. Now they’re preparing the castle for the largest student body of Keyblade wielders it’s seen in years, something Terra thought would be a good distraction for everyone.

But Ven’s right. Home doesn’t feel like home when the floors are re-tiled, and specific rooms are repainted, and the Master’s favorite lounge chair sits empty in the same spot in the library by the fireplace. Maybe for Ven, home is the turn right to knock on Terra’s door and the turn left to knock on Aqua’s.

“It’s weird.” Ven grimaces. “I didn’t mean it that way. I’m used to talking to you about things you promised to keep from Aqua—”

“I still wouldn’t tell her anything!”

“—and I’m used to it being the three of us.”

Terra pauses. “We’re still the three of us. We’re still best friends.”

“That’s not how it works, and you know it,” Ven says, smiling warmly. “You are one half of two. You share a language I can’t butt into.”

Terra kneels onto one knee, brushing oily hair out of Ven’s face. Aqua would have liked this look on him: less spiky. “Ven, you’re always going to be a part of our lives.”

“Stop worrying. What you have is not a bad thing. I think it’s kind of awesome. I wish you’d give it your all in a fight. I wanna see what you and her are capable of together, because it’d be huge.”

“I’m only trying to say that we don’t want you to feel like a third wheel. You’re more than welcome to knock on our door anytime—”

“Ah. No. No thanks.” He shoos Terra away.

“Why?”

“I don’t wanna see anything.” Ven squints.

Terra snorts. “You’re not going to see—”

“I don’t wanna hear about it either.”

“But—”

“Nope.” Ven covers his ears with his palms. “Nothing. No inside jokes. No pet names. Yuck. Keep that to yourself.”

Terra presses his lips together to zip up the snickering. “Okay, I won’t say anything.”

“Good. I don’t want any images in my head.” He wipes his hands like he’s done a good job explaining himself. “I should’ve expected it anyhow.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Ven says slowly. “I mean, the Master kinda knew.”

“He said something to you?” Terra asks with a shaky voice. He’s flipping through memories, when he and Aqua were very careful and very private, when they didn't touch each other in case there were witnesses near. He was so certain he’d suffer punishment if Eraqus ever found out. Lists of long essays about the dangers of being reckless with emotions every time Aqua made him laugh too much. Grueling physical regiments to knock discipline into his body every time he made bad decisions based on a tug between his legs.

“I didn’t understand it at the time,” Ven says, leaning back on his hands and tapping his heels on the floor. “We were all hanging out, and you and Aqua left, and then he got sad.

“When I asked him what was wrong, he told me you guys created a very bright Light together. A Light bonded is a Light stronger, he said.” Ven mimics the Master’s lilts in speech, using his finger to emphasize points. “But be aware, Ven. Such a blinding Light casts an equally blinding, deep Shadow. What a dangerous force that is.”

It’s a good imitation. The ache in Terra’s chest twists into his guts and warms him at the same time, like a loving hug that squeezes too hard.

“Honestly it made me think you and Aqua were doing something you weren’t supposed to.”

“Maybe we were.” Terra’s throat constricts, his voice gravelly and his shame nostalgic. “We thought the same sometimes.”

“Which isn’t fair. Why can normal people experience that but it’s such a big deal if Keybearers do it?”

Because when you elevate the person you admire to a standard you can’t match, it makes you do stupid things. Aqua had followed him world after world, expecting it would eventually lead to a fight. Too many Keyblades in a friendship does no one good.

To-may-to, to-mah-to. They did end up fighting, it just wasn’t his own Keyblade that inevitably hurt her. What a dangerous force that is.

“So the Master did not approve?” Terra asks.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Ven rubs his cheek in thought, forgetting all about the ink. “He said your combined Light looked beautiful and warm. And that you’d have many nights where it would be enough when it gets hard... Honestly, he only wished that you keep your head on your shoulders.”

Wishes asked for are wishes granted, the Master used to say, so long as you work for them. The years Terra had wished for this exact approval had only left him with space to forge false hope. Nothing major, nothing long-winded. Just a simple, impossible wish as they placed the flower wreath on his memorial and bid their goodbyes.

Finally, that wish is fulfilled. As Ven grants it to him, it’s hard to believe or accept, sitting on the floor of what used to be a ballroom, covered in drying ink.

“Thanks, Ven.” Tears cascade down his cheeks, pretending to be inconspicuous. He wipes them with his clean forearm but he can’t keep up. There’s one for every moment in the last twelve years when he wanted to apologize to the Master, leaving his eyes burning. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop soon.”

“S’okay.” Ven tucks his ankles under, giving Terra time to process. Ven knows when a topic is too sensitive. But he can also tell when enough time has passed for the raw cuts to seal, when everyone’s ready to laugh. It’s his special gift. Only after Terra slows down does Ven lean forward. “Did you know you make this ugly face when you cry? You’re a train wreck.”

Terra yanks Ven’s head under his arm (Oomph, grunts Ven), locking his elbow around the neck.

Ven beats on Terra’s biceps. “Let go of me.”

Terra summons his pauldron, elbow pad, and gauntlet—for good measure. He licks salt from his lips and smirks, clutching Ven more, sinking him into the pecs.

Ven coughs. “You smell horrible.”

“Nasty-horrible or heroic-horrible?”

“Do you make Aqua sniff your armpit? Let go of me.”

A poor mistake. Ven tumbles back when he’s let go, but he grabs Terra’s shirt before his head hits the floor. He punches it into Terra’s stomach so quickly that Terra isn’t allowed time to react or block, leaving a sprawled, black bruise over his abs.

“Put a shirt on,” Ven says when Terra can’t rub it off. “Freak.”

~*~*~*~

Their bedroom door is ajar. Terra hears the shuffling of feet. He quiets his arrival, crumpling his messed-up shirt in a fist, and leans on the door frame to watch her. Aqua pulls a book out of a stack deftly with one hand, the other carrying a cheese pastry. She swallows a final bite, licking her fingers (something she’d never do in front of anybody else but him), and meditates on the chew before sitting at her desk.

He likes her best like this: half-dressed, without her usual corset and sashes, down to nothing else except her shirt and shorts, simple and free.

Her longest scar creeps out of her backless shirt. A snake, a reminder of the damage Keyblades are capable of: they never heal and barely fade. This is why wielders shouldn’t raise them against people.

Gluing her attention to an open book, Aqua reaches over for more cheese pastry, but her hand meets a plate of crumbs. When she realizes, she snaps up, alert as if she’s been robbed, glancing over her shoulder for signs of movement. This is also something she would not appreciate anyone else seeing, how she’s afraid of being alone, how she’s paranoid that she’s actually not.

Terra steps in and taps her shoulder before she could ask him what happened to the pastry. “That looked delicious.”

She blinks, slowly absorbing his words; she doesn’t feel well today, nothing to be ashamed of. Terra says nothing else. This way, he doesn’t bring more attention to the fact. He won’t touch her so she doesn’t feel coddled (despite how much he wants to). He won’t crack a dumb joke when there’s better moments for them. This way, she keeps her dignity.

When Aqua sees the smears and handprints on him, her eyes finally find reality. “What happened to you?” She stands up and swipes the stain on his chest. It’s dry but not enough, leaving a mark of gray on her fingers.

“An accident.” Terra clears his throat, trying to seem unbothered. Just another day in the castle. Everyone gets covered in ink, what’s the big deal?

If she hears the hesitation in his voice (and she should, she knows him too well), she doesn’t care, marching to their bathroom. The sink turns on.

“What kind of an accident?” she calls. The water flow is disturbed. She’s washing her own hands first.

“Eh, we spilled some ink,” Terra says, praying to the stars she won’t interrogate further. He tosses his ruined shirt into a wastebasket and opens the first dresser drawer for another. Gone are the days when Terra used to stuff his clothes into a heap; Aqua likes to fold every single article, his on one side and hers on the other.

“What does that mean?”

“It’s fixable, I promise.” At least he hopes there’s some magic spell in some book somewhere that could lift ink out of cracks of wood.

He goes down one drawer for pants and it’s the same story.

Down to the middle for socks and underwear, each tightly rolled. Tucked into the back of this one are two newly purchased books, their hardcovers wrapped in plain paper so that anyone peeking in couldn’t read the titles. Edited with illustrations of anatomy, they are lectures of techniques on what to try with your partner. Where to place your hands, how to play with your fingers and tongues, how to listen, when to take it slow and when to take it fast...

“Here,” Aqua says from behind him. She has a wet rag. It’s warm as she gently rubs it into his skin, across the spread of his chest. Her other hand is splayed on his hip.

Just the thought of those books now, of slipping her out of that shirt, the stains on his stomach be damned—

“Am I going to get mad at you?”

Be damned. Terra smirks in a way to invite her to join along with him. “At both of us. But... You never stay too angry for too long so… Why worry about it?”

She pauses. “What are you rambling about?”

“Nothing.” He glances away. “It happened in the new classroom.”

She digs the rag into the groove above the diaphragm as if contemplating his vivisection. A stream of water drips over his belly button, into the hem of his pants, down the dips of his pelvis, between his inner thighs. Let her get mad. Be damned.

“How bad is it?” Her voice is hard.

He caresses the small of her back, which is right now tense and stretched as she makes herself seem taller, like she’s about to take him on. “You’re smart. You’ll figure something out.” She opens her mouth to say something and he kisses the bottom lip. “I’ll do the dishes for three months. That’s enough atonement, right?”

Aqua clenches her teeth into a false smile, nails now leaving divots on his skin. “And the cooking.”

“Sounds fair.”

“And the gardening.”

“Now you’re pushing it.”

She continues to clean him, this time rubbing harder. It leaves his skin lightly raw. “You’re not in any position to bargain.”

“Do you expect me to beg?”

“Then beg.”

Terra would be lying if he says he doesn’t find this side of her hot. She’s a splash of freshwater that would bring him back from the brink. The woman standing in front of him chooses to clean him despite the shower being paces away. She’s the same girl who would plant an extra candle on his birthday cakes, for the year to come. To her, maybe it meant little or nothing. Stars, she’s beautiful, and he doesn’t say it enough.

“You’re doing better,” she says, leveling her voice, nodding to herself as if checking her information. That’s Aqua. Putting aside her annoyance for the sake of making sure he’s taken care of. “You’re not flinching as much.”

Maybe. Her touch is absolutely making the hairs on his neck stand. It is absolutely driving his dick insane. “You know, Ven’s okay with us.”

She stops. “He said something?”

“Kind of. He doesn’t want to know or see or hear anything.”

Her eyes go wide. “Excuse me?”

“He never said he actually heard anything.” He kisses her temple and lets it linger there, taking the opportunity to inhale her smell. Even when she sweats and spars for hours, there’s still a sweetness. Terra laughs into her hair. “He doesn’t want to know nicknames, either.”

Aqua flashes him a look.

“Now we have to,” says Terra. “We don’t have a choice.”

“What should we use?” Aqua moves to his abs, fighting an amused smile that’s twisting its way to her lips.

“Terr-able.”

“That one is awful. I think Terr-bear fits you better.”

“So you admit I’m big, strong, and scary?”

“I admit you’re adorable sometimes.”

Terra purses his lips. “What about you?”

She shrugs. “Maybe Aquamarine.”

“How about Aquafina?”

“That’s worse.”

“Babe?”

“Absolutely not.”

“We could call him Ven-tilation.”

“Stop.”

He follows his instinct to lower his head so when she laughs with him, their lips meet. They kiss everyday, but the first taste of the hour is always the one to discharge his breath, like he’s been underwater and she’s giving him the chance to surface.

“You’re going to get me dirty,” she says, giggling into his mouth.

He moves to her neck. “A little mess doesn’t hurt anybody.”

It’s when he brushes his fingers across her back, skating over the scar, coiled like rose thorns, that he hitches. Across from them is her vanity mirror. The scar is still red despite its age of twelve years. He’s so stupid.

“This again?” she whispers. She’s not upset but disappointed, though in him or in herself, he can’t tell. Moments like these are weird, when he can’t read what she’s thinking. Working on the straps on his left arm, she pulls off his gauntlet, finger by finger.

“I wish you would tell me,” he whispers back, as if having the conversation at a normal volume would shake them up.

She turns his bracer to make its removal easier. “I already did.”

“I wish you would be honest with me.” He leans his chin on her head, feeling her fingers slide down his arm.

“I am.” She flicks a knob and slips off the couter from his elbow. “You want me to tell you it was you who did this to me,” she continues, unbuckling the pauldron on his shoulder. “But it wasn’t.”

“I know better.”

“It was done with my hands.”

To that she says nothing, rubbing the rag down his exposed left bicep. Ink had run under the armor. Darkness seeps in even with protection.

She sighs. “Promise me you won’t obsess over it.”

He really shouldn’t but… he nods.

Aqua hesitates anyway. Taking him by the wrist, she presses his right hand on the rib under her left breast. “This one was his.” She warns with her eyes. “Not yours.”

Terra can’t feel anything through her shirt. He slips it under, running the pads of his fingers across the bumps and ridges. This one was his, this one with the gnarly tear right through the middle of the scar tissue, a ravine rupturing open. This one would have been done by that nameless silver Keyblade, with its sharp, ornate frills and that giant hook at the tip of it. It would have caught her skin as it tried to disconnect her body from her heart. And Terra? He’s had so much to lose and nothing to give back.

Terra holds his Aqua close as he continues to read the scar, how deep the hook sunk in, how she must have dodged back and broke that connection.

“Did it hurt?” he asks.

She sighs like she finds something amusing. Or trying to. She shudders, closing what little is left of the gaps between their bodies. “The Realm of Darkness numbs everything. I don’t think I felt it much.”

The view from their window looks over blossoming fields under mist, what’s left of snow capping just the mountaintops, everything else green. She’s lucky. So is he, ridiculously enough.

“I should have done more to stop it,” he says.

“You can’t continue to say things like that.” She swallows and stares at the wall. “What about the person I’ve become? I wouldn’t be here, standing in this room, now. It changed me. The Realm of Darkness did things to me that I’ll never be able to claim back. I will never be able to remedy it. I never wanted it, but I don’t know if I deserved it.”

“You didn’t.”

“I couldn’t make mistakes, in case I got hurt. I couldn’t be vulnerable. I had to be brave.”

“You already are.”

“And now I’m like stone.”

Terra presses his forehead to hers. “No, you’re not like stone at all.”

Aqua buries her face into his shoulder, anchoring herself to his waist. It’s so unlike her, to be unable to look him directly in the eyes. Whatever she has to say scares her. “You’re here, and I’m here. I give you my scars and you give me yours and… I don’t know if I would trade that for something else. For something that looks better on the outside. Every moment we shared since you woke up, how could I want to erase them? I need you, Terra. I have to chip away somehow. I’m braver now, to hold you like this.”

She says it like she has her chest cavity open, heart beating to open air.

She’s brave for not crying.

She’s brave for telling him what she can’t say right now. I’m braver now, to hold you like this. (I love you.)

He lifts her chin to kiss her. (I loved you first.)

She drops the rag to hold his face.

Before, their kisses were desperate, thirsty and famished, hoping to be found. Now, they’re deliberate, wandering but not lost. She tastes like sugar and flesh, her tongue inside with his, slow and careful. Their needs have more definition this time: please, and more, and yes, again.

Terra indulges in the impulse to press her onto him. She should feel how greedy he is, her chest arched against his. She’s soft and he’s in love.

“Where is Ven?” she says, breathless.

“Probably showering,” he mumbles.

She waves her hand and the door slams shut.

“I said probably,” Terra murmurs, but his mind turns off when she kisses him again. Who cares what Ven hears?

Aqua treads slower. She tempts Terra’s tongue to seek her out, puckering her lips around it and giving it a small tug.

“Touch me, please,” he begs.

The sound of his pants unbuttoning makes his heart hammer, his entire groin anticipating for what’s next. When, when, when. Terra closes his eyes. Her hand glides down, palm first, his breath snagging when she wraps her fingers around his erection. His pants are at his ankles, Aqua is on her knees, and she presses a kiss right under the tip, where it’s most sensitive, before licking the entire length. Terra buckles. He catches the dresser behind him to keep standing.

“Shhh,” she breathes onto him. It shoots a spark from his stomach to his scalp.

Terra braces his teeth with his finger to shut himself up. He watches her work. She takes him in bite-size pieces, snail-tracking with her tongue before her lips close in on him. Fuck. She sucks while she pulls. Fuck. To see her like this, Master Aqua with poise, with grace, with affection and care—with him in her mouth. The hand wrapped around him squeezes tighter, and the other comes up to meet him at the testicles.

He stifles another moan, staring at the ripples of the drywall, listening to the feathered tap of spring rain on the window and the noise she’s making. His erection twitches against the roof of her mouth, and he has to restrain himself from thrusting into her. Maybe he can let go and let be, finally throw himself off the cliff, ride the thrill all the way. Give it his all.

But he can’t. The moment gooseflesh spreads across his inner thighs, the moment he feels full, is the start. The floor will rip out from under him, the lights will go off, he will fall, he will lose all his fingers, he won’t remember anything, he’ll be the monster who makes her cry.

“I can’t,” he hisses, pushing her off. “I can’t.” He lurches over his knees, his insides twisting at the sudden cutoff, aching as it throbs and shrivels. He was so close. They were just laughing a few minutes ago. Stupid body, stupid mind. “Damn it,” he groans, pounding the dresser.

“Hey, you’re okay,” she says softly, holding him by the elbow. “You’re safe at home.”

“It doesn’t feel that way.” He digs his eyes into his palm, his body faraway like it’s a glass vial with his soul dumped inside. “Help me.”

Without letting him go, Aqua braces him with something cold—the rag, now on his lower back. It slaps him back to the bedroom, his beige carpet, the mist outside clearing out to a view of a forest that separates the castle from the mountains.

She greets him with a smile. “You really did something to yourself,” she says, cleaning him like it’s a lazy weekend day and there’s a list of chores.

Terra straightens up, shivers riding all the way up to his shoulders. “It’s so frustrating.”

“Don’t worry, Terra,” she says, softer and lower. “There’s no need to rush. I’ll wait.”

“But I’m tired of feeling caged up and stuck. I just want some semblance of control.”

Aqua kisses him on the shoulder to shoo away the haunting for a few seconds. “I’m here, anytime you need me. Would you like me to run you a bath?”

“No.” The rag is likely caked with ink, but its iciness is unlike the chill of clammy sweat a few seconds old. Every frigid touch is a reminder that he’s alive. “This is nice.”

Aqua runs the rag up his spine. “You know what I think? If we’re going to call each other pet names in front of Ven, we should have guests over.”

Terra snorts. “That’s evil.”

“He won’t be able to bark at us in front of other people.”

“I think I’m a bad influence on you.”

“I think you’re right.”

Terra sighs at her touch, cold at his neck, at his hairline. Like a light at the front porch in the dead of night, like hot tea on a sick day, she is what it feels like to come home.

She tells him, “Lean your head back a little,” and he obliges, letting her reach behind his ears. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen, her hair frizzy, eyes blue and focused as she takes care of him.

“I can still kiss you, right?”

“You don’t have to ask.”

Tilting his chin down, he does. He braids his fingers into hers; from the rag they’re like icicles, and he brings them to his heart.

They’re barely millimeters apart, but he’s still in that cage. If only he could be touched the way he needs. If only the lock trapping him inside the cage is brittle and easy to crumble. What if he tries to test it? What if he finds there is nothing at all? Stupid mind. What if there are several, each of them needing unique keys when he has none, no hope of ever knowing what real freedom is? Stupid body.

Should he pretend? Should he try over and over, to slam his head against the bars each time? Should he submit, should he accept he will never have what he wants?

Life has made him uneager to trust. But her lips have a deliciousness unmatched by anything he’s ever tasted, and he’s still a silly, stupid man.

“Let me try again,” he says, breathing deeply. “I want to make you feel good.”

She’s surprised. “Only if you’re comfortable.”

“It will make me feel better.”

“...Okay,” she says so modestly. Terra never figured out how to knock it into her head that he wants to give her everything, that he is so, so guilty.

He invites her into an embrace, growing desperate the more he detaches his mind. Her body, the curve from her waist to her hips. The brush of her body against his reminds him that while he is naked, she is not. He picks her up by the thighs. Lost in the momentum of deep kisses, he carries her to bed, straddling her on his lap.

She hums. “The… the sheets.”

Dry, messy layers of ink still track down his legs. He groans into her mouth. She’s grinding him, and while he really likes that, it makes it incredibly difficult to take her clothes off, one hand rising the hem of her shirt and the other deep under her shorts, cupping her ass.

“Whatever, we can wash them later,” she says, lifting her arms up.

Her bare breasts—stars, this is what it feels like to come home.

“Kiss me,” she says, and he replies, nibbling down her neck, coming down to her breasts, where his lips and his tongue and his murmurs take in her nipples as they perk. Aqua stays quiet, leaning onto his shoulders.

There’s something about her amazing body, the silk of skin draped over defined muscle, treasure and tenderness in his hands, that he’s needy for. Every time he tries to define what that means, his mind ceases to function.

Xehanort tried to take it all away from him. If he lived, Terra would crush every tooth bloody. Damn him.

How dare Xehanort do this to him, lock him in this cage, keep him away from her? Damn him.

Why is he thinking about Xehanort?

“Are you okay?”

Terra is frozen, the nub of a nipple suctioned in his mouth. Oh, for fuck’s sake.

He lets her breast go with a pop. “I’m redirecting.” Leading her to the mattress, Terra lowers himself into her arms, but he’s halted by a light kiss and a hold of his face.

“Do you need me to check in on you?” she asks.

“No.” He smiles, kissing her with all the hope that she psychically understands his body is about to burst open, if only from the lack of space for the appreciation he keeps nurturing for her. “Thank you, but I’m okay.”

She nods, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. “You take your time.”

Oh, he will. No more interruptions. Focus on the smell of her skin, on the collarbone at the base of her neck. Right here, it makes her bite her lip. On the hollow between her breasts, the sound of her breath getting heavy. On the slight movement of her legs as she instinctively responds, spreading them, hooking around his. The buoyancy of her breasts in his mouth. The way she arches to push them against his face.

Under that left breast is the scar, tightly knitted.

The purpose for living is for memories, not reminders. Do not linger. Do not think about the cage. Terra lightly kisses it and continues downward.

Terra’s fingers glide down, a caress at the hips, a squeeze of her ass, running a mile of goosebumps as he bunches her shorts and panties and pulls them off. Her skin is streaked with fingerprints of gray, at most of the places he’s been. Aqua shivers as his lips brush the sides of her waist, as he traces his tongue and inhales the dips of her pelvis, as he loops his arms under her thighs, as he kisses her between the legs. She gasps. He licks from bottom to top, sucking on the clitoris once, then starts over.

Footsteps walk by outside their bedroom door.

Aqua jerks up. “Terra,” she whispers, warning him.

“Hm?” Stars, what now? “Here.” He grabs the comforter and throws it over her head. She chuckles as she wraps both of them in hiding. “Relax,” he whispers back. “He’s not going to hear anything.” Not that Ven opts to stay; his footsteps are already fading away.

He goes back to work, and hears her sigh—it’s loud enough to make him look up but too hushed to escape the sheets. Bottom to top. Again. Again. She cloaks the sound of her moans with the comforter plastered on her face.

It’s her taste. It’s the softness and suppleness of the skin between her legs. The way she fastens her knees over his shoulders, how wet she is. Her reaction. When he tongues the inside of her slit, she jerks, chewing her lip hard enough to make it white. Master Aqua, with poise and grace, for her there’s only love and the way his tongue curls up.

Her fist crumples the sheet—it holds her own breast, caresses her stomach down to rake through his hair and hold him there.

“Don’t stop,” she breathes.

Stars, that did it. He’s hard again. He drapes his arms over her pelvis, using his fingers to open her up so he has more access to her clit. She bucks, and he holds her down.

Her entire body trembles: the first sign that she’s running off her own edge.

Terra strokes her, the outside lips, the tease inside, the puckering motions. She’s a sweet, musky taste he can’t compare to anything else.

Aqua throws herself back on the pillow. Her thighs crush his head, and she clamps her hand on her mouth like a topper. Her mewl shudders and stops, it heaves, it mumbles. The wave rises then crashes, and she finishes with a long sigh, a release, a settlement, a tempered peace.

It feels so good to listen to her. Terra rests his head on her hip and brings a hand to his erection. A little bit of freedom paid with a little bit of control.

“I’m ready,” he says. “I need you.”

She hums in contentment, fixing the comforter so they’re completely covered and opening her arms to him. “Come here.”

Terra crawls over her, bracketing her body like he’s a fort, tethering her fingers to his and cradling her head in a protective halo with his arms. Aqua has to spread her legs wide to take on his thick waist, and she breaks her kisses with whimpers when he enters—she’s always more sensitive after he goes down on her.

She’s warm and tight, oh stars. Massaging him as he moves inside her. Their bodies compress into each other, hers curled up to mold against the way he rocks his hips, as though the subtle air between would have split them up too far, as though he can melt into her when he pushes, their hearts only separated by muscle and bone. He plants a messy kiss on her cheek, exhaling and inhaling in rhythms opposite of hers, her breath loud against his ear, tickling his neck.

Here it comes again, the oncoming of the precipice where he has to step off.

Fuck.

He can’t do it.

At the sprint towards the edge of the cliff, he skids and scrambles to hang by the rockface. Terra grunts, all his muscles seizing up as he holds his breath.

Aqua strokes his hair. “Do you want to stop?”

Of course not. “Give me a minute.”

“Remember, you’re safe.”

Terra nearly chokes. “I’m scared of losing control.”

“You won’t. You’re in control.”

In control. The intent to wring his fingers through the bars, a sleight of hand to balance the padlock like it’s on strings, turning it over and pulling it out of the latch. But Terra is no escape artist.

Terra licks his lips. He’s not in danger. He should trust she’ll catch him when he falls. In her arms, there’s no safer place to be. He has to remember this. Shut that mind up.

“I want to continue.”

She rubs his back. It’s soothing. “Tell me what you need.”

Terra smirks. “To get back in the mood.” He takes one deep kiss. “Entice me.”

Her insides squeeze him and he trembles. “How is that?” she asks.

“Do it again.”

She wraps her ankles over his back and squeezes. He hums into her shoulder.

“Again.”

This time, she takes back her kiss.

“Don’t let me go,” he says, and she hugs him tightly.

He starts slow. Terra leans on his elbows, bunching the comforter in his fist so it stays in place. She looks at him with half-lidded eyes, a healthy red blush, her mouth gently open, cast in the filtered glow of a secret, sweaty cocoon. This body he’s thrusting into, the lips he’s kissing, may the stars bless her.

“Aqua.”

“You feel so good.”

She stole the words right out of his mouth, squeezing his hips again.

“Oh,” he moans. It provokes him to thrust harder, deeper, feel her, feel her breasts bouncing under him, feel her moans coming from her throat, the desperation in the way she squirms with her hands. She massages his slick back, her nails digging in.

There.

Let him throw himself off. Give it his all.

“Don’t let me go,” he repeats.

“I won’t.”

He throws himself off. It’s not the wind thrashing him all the way down. Instead it’s fire, a combustion of flames in his muscles as his entire body submits to its force, leaving his knees weak. A flash of white that blurs everything he sees, a hurricane that knocks his mind into a stupor, a delicious burn that slicks over his body, trickling embers on top of sweat, hot and cool, good and better, good and fucking good. Terra shoves his face into her shoulder to muffle the sounds of groans escaping him, shuddering as the climax picks up again, a body alight in an ignition that throws him out of any awareness.

His eyes prick when he finally remembers where he is. Aqua is safeguarding him with a strong hold, keeping him in place with her. He sighs. The cinders that continue to radiate heat leave him with a hearth to wrap himself into, a happiness that he never thought he would ever feel again.

Aqua sniffs. She wipes tears onto his shoulder.

“We really should stop crying at these things,” he says.

She snorts, refusing to let her grip on him slack. “You did amazing. How are you feeling?”

“I’m…” he mumbles. Stars, wow. His arms can’t pick him up anymore but it’s a gratifying cloud to ride. He shifts his legs, alleviating the weight of his body. “A little weak.”

She runs a hand on the back of his head, coaxing him to rest on her chest. “When did you know?” she asks, brushing hair off his damp forehead. “That you wanted to kiss me? You must have spent some time thinking about it before it happened.”

Terra smiles into her chest. Somehow, they’ve never talked about it. “Long after I knew I was going to marry you.”

He feels her laugh. “Is that so? I’m going to marry you?”

“You will.” He looks up at her grinning face. “I can see the future.”

She scoffs. “You can see my eyes rolling at you.”

“I knew before you did.”

“Prove it.”

“I was seven.”

“You’re older than me, that doesn’t count.”

“You asked me to have a tea party with you, but the one thing that bothered you most”—he brings up his hand, pinky out—“was that I wasn’t drinking my tea right.” He mimics the high pitch of a little girl’s voice. “Pinky out. Pinky out, Terra, don’t be a slob.”

She gapes. “I don’t remember any of that.”

With renewed will, he props himself up, leaning close so their noses touch. “I knew then. That early on.”

“Since when is this a competition?”

“Still the first to know.”

Aqua interrupts what she’s about to say, like she’s about to step into cold water. She’s having an epiphany. Vulnerable again, like she’s allowing him to cut her right down the middle.

“I love you.”

She says it like the touch of a high note on a piano, a beautiful accident.

He leans closer, lips to lips, whispering, “I still got there first.”

She laughs into him. “I suppose, but I was the first to say it.”

“Then I’ll be the second,” Terra says. Like coming home, a shelter to withstand the downpour, that births life to the roots, that thunders, that opens for a clear day, he brushes her hair out of her eyes. “I love you.”

“Too,” she corrects. “You love me, too.”

A knock on their door jolts them, like a hard punch to the stomach.

“Okay, Terra,” Ven says from the other side. “I thought about it and I’m trying out this knocking thing.”

Wrong timing. Wrong timing.

“I’m going to kill him,” Terra hisses, and against Aqua’s hushed chuckles, he throws the comforter off their bodies and announces, “Ven, we’re naked.”

The silence that comes after is as loud as the crash of a chandelier. Terra can feel Ven recoil, a tea pot at the verge of whistling. “I didn’t need to know that!” Terra is about to reply but Ven groans dramatically. “I AM NEVER GOING TO KNOCK ON YOUR DOOR AGAIN.”

Ven stomps away, and if the door was actually open, he’d slam it.

Terra sits on his knees, pinching his nose. It’s hot in this room. He feels clogged again, back at the edge of the cliff. He wants to strangle Ven for dragging the moment away from him. “Great, I pissed him off.”

“Poor Ven.” When she sits up, Terra pulls her to him, sitting her on one of his thighs. “I can’t predict if he’ll ever get over that,” she says, balancing herself by hooking her arms around his neck.

Terra presses his lips to her ear, whispering, “But I did predict that you wouldn’t stay mad at me for long.”

She slaps his bicep. “I haven’t seen what you’ve done yet. Don’t be so proud of yourself.”

“But I am.”

“You’re still a slob.”

Slobby as he is, Aqua hugs him dearly. Hold her, you never know when the dream will end. You never know when the cage takes you back.

“I don’t know if,” Terra says, “it will be difficult for me next time.”

“Then it may be difficult,” Aqua says, kissing his forehead. “But it will be okay.”

Hold her. Not passively. Not half-minded. Hold her tightly. Hold her in the quiet, undisturbed, uninterrupted.

A drop of hot liquid spills from between her legs and drips down his thigh, almost burning. When Terra looks down to see that it’s white, Aqua jumps.

“Oh,” she squeaks.

“Oh. That would be me.”

She squeals, hiding her blush. “I’m going to wash up.”

“Such a slob.”

Aqua giggles, looking him in the eye when she rubs his chest. “Come with me?”

“Go ahead.” He kisses her. “I’ll catch up.”

If anyone told him twelve years ago that hope feels like a long day full of small conversations, the anticipation of cleaning a messy room, Terra would have considered that cynical. A sarcastic joke, the loss of the will to dream.

Twelve years later, it’s the sound of the shower running that teaches him to look forward to the next day, when he wakes up next to her, when he prepares dinner with her, when he kisses her in the middle of the night and play all over again. Peace is a long-distance acquaintance, a pen pal that urges you to look at your day like a spectacle.

Terra leans back to twist the latch of the window open, letting the spring haze billow in. Much better, the room is cooler now. The sky is bluer somehow, the mountains as grand as a painting.

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years ago

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Are you one of those lucky people to own a walk-in closet? No. I would love to have one, though, because I have so many clothes and it’d be nice to be able to see everything I have. Is there a random object you own that has a huge personal significance? Like, all my things basically. Do you use Google? All the time. Would you like to go swimming right now? Uh, no. I don’t like swimming for one, but it’s also wintertime. Can you play electric guitar? Nope.

Do you have an HDTV? Yeah. When was the last time you drank something through a straw? I drink all my drinks with a straw. Have you ever tried to teach yourself a different language? Yeah, there was a time I briefly tried to learn German. What do you think makes you unique from others? Nothing. How long was your last phone call? Maybe like two minutes? I’m not a talk-on-the-phone kind of person and any of my phone calls I do have are super brief. Do you need to repaint your nails? I haven’t painted my nails in like 5 years. Has there ever been a horoscope that came true for you? *shrug* Possibly. I’m not into that stuff. Are you a fan of industrial metal? No. Are you one of those people who chew two pieces of gum, not one? Just one is fine. Do you have a wall calendar? I have two old ones I keep up because of the photos. Have you ever taken the pictures from a calendar and used them as posters? Yep. Can you handle the cold? A lot better than I can handle the heat. I like getting all cozy when it’s cold, but when it’s hot it’s just miserable. Have you ever been to Canada? No, but I’d love to go someday. Do you believe in superstitions? Nah. When was the last time you took a taxi somewhere? Several years ago. Would you ever join the army, airforce or navy? No. I couldn’t even if I wanted to because of my physical disability. How old is the person you last kissed? He’s 32. Is there a friend that you can always rely on to get you out of a jam? I have my mom. What was the most embarassing thing you've had to buy? Uhhh. Have you ever tried to balance the light switch between off and on? Haha, yes. Do you believe in ghosts / supernatural occurences? I believe in the supernatural. What was the most expensive thing you've broken? A laptop. Has anyone texted you yet today? Nope. Did you stay calm during the whole swine flu scare? It scared me and that was nowhere near the level of this pandemic. That was like a small preview of what would come years later. I remember the word “epidemic” being mentioned and people were using hand sanitizer a lot, but like I said it was nowhere near what we’ve experienced with COVID. Is there a light on in the room you're currently in? Yes. Are your feet touching the floor? No, I’m on my bed. Have you ever been in a car accident? No. Do you usually make back up plans? Sometimes. It depends on what I’m doing. Can you focus well in high-stress situations? Nopeee. It doesn’t take much at all to make me feel stressed and overwhelmed, though. Without the aid of mascara, do you have long eyelashes? No. Are you one of those people who keep their feelings bottled up? Yes. Well, that’s not as easy for me to do anymore because my emotions finally took control over me these past few years. Is one of your friends extremely odd but you love them regardless? -- Is there anyone you dread going into public with? No. Are you a victim of writing run-on sentences? No. Do you buy things online? I do like all my shopping online. Are you easily frightened? Yes. I’m so jumpy. Do you have a favorite model? No. Have you ever watched Titanic? Yes. What's your current facebook display picture of? Myself. How about your IM display picture? I don’t have any instant messengers. Is there anyone whose hair you envy? A lot of people. Would you act in a movie if offered a role? Uh, no. Definitely not. Does speaking in front of people make you nervous? Extremely. So glad the days of presentations and giving public speeches in class are overrrr. Can you read in a moving vehicle or does it make you sick? It makes me nauseous. Have you ever dated someone who was extremely shy? I’m the shy one. Or have you dated someone who took things too fast? Yes. Does the idea of driving 220 mph sound exciting to you? That sounds extremely terrifying and incredibly stupid and reckless. Everyone has a weakness, what's yours? I’m just a weak person all around. Do you or anyone you know have an account on Deviantart? Maybe? Thoughts on the Dunkin Donutcommercial that says "America runs on Dunkin'"? I don’t have any thoughts about it. What’s there to say? Do you bother buying movies on DVD anymore or do you just download them? I just use streaming services. Do you listen to Daughtry? I liked some of his songs. I haven’t heard any of them in quite awhile, though. Now I have one of his songs stuck in my head. Do you get your eyebrows waxed? No. How do you take your coffee? With flavored creamer or cream and sugar. If you have a dog, what breed is it? German Shepherd and Lab. Have you found someone who makes you unconditionally happy? My doggo. Do you have a friend who always seems to be dying their hair? -- Would you swap names with a friend? -- Do you plan on going to university? I did and graduated with my BA in psych. Guys who wear muscle shirts, yes or no? I don’t care. Are you a fan of Carrie Underwood? I don’t listen to her. Do you make playlists on iTunes? I used to back when I used iTunes. It’s been like a decade since I’ve used it, though. I do make playlists on Spotify, however. Have you ever forgotten someone's birthday? I’m pretty good about remembering birthdays, actually. Are you scared of being left behind? In life, yes. Do you remember your last dream? No. I rarely remember my dreams. Do you know someone who is an obsessed Star Wars fan? My mom and I are. What's a movie/tvshow/book/series that is way overrated? I don’t want anyone coming for me lol. :X Do you think Barbie presents an unhealthy image to young girls? I didn’t think of it that way. Is there a pet that you desperately want? No. Would you ever get your bellybutton pierced? Nope. Are you musically talented? No, sadly. Have you ever shot a gun? Once. I went to a shooting range with some friends before. Do you have a friend that always changes their mind last second? -- Are you not afraid to voice your opinion? No, I am. Well, on certain topics. I keep a lot to myself. Are you one of those people who are always pushing their limits? No. Is there a word that you will always find humorous? Not that comes to mind. Have you ever slipped on ice and hurt yourself? No. Do you try to have an intimidating impression? Haha, there’s nothing intimidating about me. Living in the big city or chilling in the country? I like living in the city, but chilling in the country does sound nice as well sometimes. No one seems to obey the legal drinking age, do they? Obviously not “no one”, but certainly a lot of people don’t. Do you like your country's flag? Sure. Have you ever made a totally amazing snow fort? I’ve never made a snow fort, period. Do you use Bounty Paper Towels? Yeah. Some other brands, too.

Are you the one usually behind the camera or the one in the picture? Behind, definitely. If you get married, will you have a traditional wedding? I don’t plan on ever getting married. Do you feel your slowly losing one of your friends? I don’t have any friends. If you draw, what's one thing you always have trouble with? I don’t draw. Is there someone you know moving away any time soon? I don’t think so. Do you ever go on Tyra.com? No. Allergic to anything? Tangerines and seasonal allergies. How many cars have you owned? Zero. What are you going to do after this? I’m going to warm up my pizza from yesterday.

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beingatoaster · 3 years ago

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Hester: 2, 10, 20, 35; Ryxtlin: 5, 11, 21, 29; Fsssh: 4, 12, 26, 37; Kolya: 1, 7, 32, 40; Jedda: 8, 18, 33, 38; Isgrac The Returned: 9, 14, 28 (once it's on the spell list), 37?

Here we are! :D

Hester

2. what’s their current hairstyle? has it changed? do they change it often?

Her hair is currently long and tangled and matted, which is its usual state. Sometimes she hacks it short, when it frustrates her, but it always grows out again. She's not any good at keeping it tidy even when she's in a state where she can do so, so it just... grows, and tangles, and eventually matts.

10. would they sneak out at night to look at the sky? how long would they stay there looking?

Sometimes Hester will, when her head doesn't hurt too much. It clears it sometimes when it's just a minor ache, staring up at the stars for ages. If she does go out to do that, she stays there all night.

20. do they like to keep plants/growing things in their space?

She thinks... maybe she did? once? In the life that doesn't exist anymore, she vaguely remembers bright little water plants, if plants is what they were, though she has no idea if they were in her space or she was in theirs. These days... somehow they always end up destroyed when the headaches get too bad, if she tries.

35. do they sing with their head voice or their chest voice?

She doesn't like music. Or maybe the voice doesn't like music, but it can't be the voice, because it makes her head hurt to hear it. Given the way the migraines grow when she can't escape the sound... she doesn't try to sing.

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Ryxtlin

5. if they wear any, how does your character go about applying makeup? (methodically, nervously, messily, etc)

She doesn't much go for makeup, but she has tried scale polish and horn polish before! They were fairly nervous and uncertain applications because she was not super familiar, and they stained some perfectly good robes, so she has decided that they were too much work.

11. how do they feel about casual endearments? (babe, etc)

I think Ryxtlin would be super tsundere about it, honestly--she'd gripe and protest, but secretly be very pleased that someone liked her enough to do that.

21. do they touch or mess with their hair/horns a lot?

Not a whole lot! Once she gets a hat properly settled on the horns (she's usually had to cut horn-holes in it, which has the side benefit of making it more secure once placed), she doesn't mess with it, because she doesn't want to have to do that again.

29. if they wear any, where did they get their jewelry?

Any jewelry Ryxtlin wears would be a prize, justly won or taken. Maybe not by the standards of the local law, but by her personal standards, anyway. Unless they were gifts from friends, which I don't know has happened, but would make them even MORE valuable prizes to carry and display.

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Fsssh

4. would your character sing along to a vaguely familiar song, even if they messed up the lyrics as they went?

As long as no one told him not to, and there wasn't anyone authoritative around to be annoyed by it! He would only be able to sing along if he'd heard it before, so he figures most people would understand that the incorrect lyrics aren't his fault, anyway. He would be happy to take their corrections!

12. what color would they paint their room? would there be a design on the ceiling?

Fsssh wouldn't really think of painting a room, especially if it had nice wood walls--he likes nice natural wood patterns. But if the room was the kind of gross that needed repainting, he'd probably pick something nice and cheerful, like a light blue or yellow. Diagrams on the ceiling would be fun, but he wouldn't think of it on his own, someone would have to suggest it.

26. do they write in their books? do they mind other people writing in their books? what do they write?

If it's HIS book and not one that he's borrowed, yes, he makes notes in his books all the time. And he doesn't mind other people writing in his so long as they don't mark anything (original text or his own notes) in the process. He writes notes on the text and sometimes commentary in the margin, and obessively corrects anything he knows to be wrong (not by striking it out, he doesn't get to do that either, but by writing a detailed correction in tiny font in the margins and then drawing a line over to the incorrect bit).

37. how would they pass the time on a train?

It depends on how lively the train car was. If everyone was quiet, he'd mostly read, but if people were chatting and talking, he'd people-watch! He wouldn't get involved in conversations unelss invited, but he always loves a chance to put new stuff in the Memory Banks.

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Kolya

1. what kind of clothing does your character like to wear? do they have a style? anything they avoid wearing?

She loves anything flashy, bright, and expensive, though it has to fit some requirements--no or minimal sleeves, nothing long on her legs either, and it can't either be so tight as to be binding in action or so long and drapy as to get in the way. Between those ranges, anything goes, so long as it's eye-catching and draws attention.

7. how would they react to eating something that was spicier than they expected it to be?

Spitting and a lot of that cat lip-curl... a pause while she drinks water... and then diving anew into the food, because now it's a CHALLENGE.

32. can they play darts? would they?

Can she? I've never rolled her stats, but I know she's largely a Strength-based build, so probably not well. WILL she? Of course! She just needs to keep practicing, and she WILL practice every opportunity she's able. Especially if it's a competition.

40. if their mattress became uncomfortable as time passed, would they notice it? would they do anything about it?

Oh, she'd definitely notice, and would remedy it as soon as possible. Kolya CAN sleep rough, but why do that when she doesn't have to? She should have luxury whenever the opportunity presents itself.

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Jedda

8. are their hands steady?

Yes! She's one of those people where when she's scared or nervous, the world narrows down and she paradoxically gets steadier.

18. would they sing a lullaby, if the opportunity arose?

She grew up with a bunch of niblings on a houseboat, so she has a lot of practice, and honestly would LOVE the opportunity to sing one for her group. In fact, maybe that's what the wizard needs for her sleep problems....

33. where are they in a group hug? (dead center, outside, etc)

Well, going by recent in-game events, the nucleus, because she's usually the instigator, and everyone else gathered around after she hugged the first person both times it happened. (Being the shortest of the group also contributes. She might be on the outside more in an all-halfling group!)

38. do they bother to clean ink/chalk/gunpowder/etc off of their fingers? are they likely to forget it’s there and smudge their nose?

Oh, she absolutely forgets and smudges herself up, at least if it's any kind of attention-grabbing situation. The fate of the ship, or the successful completion of the letter, is more important than a little bit of smearing!

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Isgrac

9. if someone gave them flowers, what would they do with them?

Previously answered!

14. do they tend to run hot or cold? do they do anything to deal with that?

Isgrac is actually pretty insensitive to temperature. She probably LOOKS like she runs cold because she wears so many knits and layers, but that's just because that's what she's used to wearing after spending all her life in the mountains. She doesn't notice that she's hot in them, though, really, unless she gets grossly sweaty (and at that point it's usually post-fight and she's gross in so many ways that temperature doesn't register). She likes bundling up, but it's honestly more an emotional response than a temperature response. She couldn't tell you which way she ran if asked, temperature is just... an irrelevant variable to her unless it's really, really intense.

28. if they can fly, how do they feel in the moment their feet touch the ground again?

I suspect she'd feel both relieved (that she doesn't have to worry about concentration breaking and being knocked out of the sky) and disappointed (that she's not high up above everything, able to see the big picture so much more clearly). I think she is going to LIKE flying outside of a combat situation a whole lot, so if there's no danger present, it's just the disappointment.

37. how would they pass the time on a train?

Almost certainly reading, unless someone was there willing to be infodumped at, in which case she could also spend a couple happy hours with a captive audience!

#dnd chars #hester bitterbrook #ryxtlin #fsssh #kolya the splendid #jedda larksnest #isgrac

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dreadclown · 4 years ago

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Headcanons for how the bois were when Billie and Thea were little kids? That could be a headcanon or a prompt I guess

Ok so I have THOUGHTS

- Bill and Ted are definitely way better/more competent parents than most people expected them to be. I think this is partially due to Ted (in my brain) being pretty active in taking care of Deacon when he was younger

- that said they definitely both panic read multiple parenting books before they were born and when they were little. Bill is definitely also the one most likely to start panicking when either Billie or Thea was sick. This would lead to a tag team of Ted calming Bill down while the princesses calmly tried to figure out what was wrong

- Ted is super passionate about letting Billie express herself however she wants since he was never aloud to. Wants to cut her hair? Let’s grab the scissors. Wants to repaint her whole bedroom? He’s already on his way to Home Depot.

- When Billie comes out as non binary they’re so nervous but Ted just hugs them and tells them he’ll support them no matter what

- Thea similarly comes out as lesbian to Bill and his reaction is just sorta “huh, cool”

- also Billie and Thea definitely share practically everything as kids. Birthdays, clothes, toys, you name it. They probably have matching Halloween costumes every year growing up too

Anyways sorry if this is rambly and nonsensical

#bill and ted #bnt #bill s. preson esq.#billie logan #ted theodore logan #thea preston

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omg-imagine · 4 years ago

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⊱ Forget Me Not (10/15) ⊰

Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Reader

Summary: After you wake up from a coma and realize that your memories from the last five years have been erased, Keanu works to bring back what you have lost.

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: angst, mentions of sex and cheating

A/N: It’s shorter than usual but it sets up the next chapter 👀

Also, huuuuuge thanks to @ficsnroses for reading this over as well as being super supportive when I was having a mini meltdown while writing this :)) !!

Anyways, hope you all enjoy!

Part 9

Eyes fluttering open and adjusting to the blinding daylight, Keanu almost didn’t recognize the white ceiling above. Gaze fixed on the crown molding, there was a small, yet discernable patch of grey in one corner, a soreness to his eyes. A light chuckle then escaped him, remembering when he repainted the room a year ago and had accidentally left the mark up there. He had promised to fix it, several times actually, but life got so hectic that he eventually forgot, and it was left neglected to this day.

Surrounded by the dark blue duvet he’d received as part of a house-warming gift years ago, the last time Keanu slept on this heavenly cloud of a mattress was the night you came home from the hospital. He’d gotten quite used to the smaller bed in the guest room, and waking up in this one was nearly unfamiliar to him. Shifting slightly, he stopped abruptly when he heard a soft moan to his left, feeling the warmth of another body pressed against him moving before the sheets settled again.

Turning to lie on his back, a sigh fell from Keanu’s lips at the sight of you curled up and facing the other wall. You were still in deep-sleep with one hand under your cheek, your hair spilled over the pillow, and your bare skin set aglow by the midday sun. The blankets barely covered your nude body from his eyes, and even after five years, it never failed to take his breath away.

You were beautiful, simply stunning, and utterly mesmerizing. Only a fool would choose to glance the other way when it came to you.

Mind drifting back to the night prior, the corners of Keanu’s mouth curled upwards into a soft smile. He thought about the tender way the two of you made love for hours, only falling asleep when dawn finally crept up, painting the skies outside a rosy hue. It was sweet and gentle, and Keanu hoped it was special for you, knowing it would be your first time with him. Though it had been an impulsive decision on his part, his heart swelled at the image of you experiencing pure bliss, something he had painfully longed to see again after months without doing so.

Waking up next to you felt like a dream to him, a place of endless peace and tranquility, one where the weight of his faults amounted next to nothing. For a moment, Keanu wished that it could stay this way; no guilt, secrets, and lies. Just you and him, home in your own perfect haven where the ugly past neither mattered nor existed. If he could, he would stay wrapped up in your arms forever, relishing the warmth and love he once took for granted.

But Molly’s ultimatum reminded Keanu that his world would soon fall apart. She had given him seven days to tell you the truth. Well, six now after he lost his chance last night. Even though that was generous of her, it wasn’t enough time for him to say goodbye. By this time next week, whether it be through Keanu or Molly, you would know of everything. Your heart had been broken too many times in past relationships, and he was sure that you would never forgive him for doing the same.

Keanu’s wandering thoughts ceased when you stirred awake beside him, letting out a yawn as you stretched out your limbs. Your eyes opened slowly, and after blinking a few times, you glanced at him with a tired yet bright and shining smile. Rolling onto your side, you rested your head on his bare chest, your fingers lightly skimming over the expanse, lazily drawing circles on his skin. His arm quickly came around your shoulders, pulling you close before gingerly kissing your temple then burying his nose into your hair.

“Good morning,” you mumbled softly, looking up at Keanu with your sparkling eyes.

“It’s the afternoon, baby,” he spoke, his voice thick with sleep yet filled with affection. “We slept through half the day already.”

“Well, we did have a very late night. It’s pretty understandable, don’t you think?” You giggled sweetly, nuzzling deeper into Keanu’s side. “So, about last night…”

He saw you bite your bottom lip, your gaze falling as if you’re pondering what to say next. A breath hitched in his throat as he silently studied your features. Keanu has never had someone so precious encased in his arms. Even with your hair mussed and eyes bleary, he still adored your natural state of beauty greatly.

“What about last night?” He questioned, genuinely curious.

A smile broke through your lips as you glanced back up at him. “It was perfect. I don’t know what else to say other than it was perfect. You are perfect.”

“I’m glad that you think so,” Keanu simply returned, slightly chuckling at the end as he craned his neck down to kiss you. “You’re perfect, too. So beautiful, and you feel so good.”

He couldn’t help himself. Keanu softly nudged you to lie back while he hovered above you, kissing a path down the column of your neck. He released a small groan when your nimble fingers tangled tightly in his dark hair, tugging them gently as your body arched upwards. You were craving more, and Keanu was willing to give you his all, realizing this would be one of the final instances that he could.

For a brief second, you stared deeply into his eyes, and that’s when he noticed the tears shimmering in them.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, purely concerned as he watched you quickly wipe away the wetness.

“Nothing,” you brushed off, your words coming out as a broken whisper. Keanu looked at you solemnly, placing his hand on one side of your face and stroking your cheekbone delicately with his thumb.

He hated seeing you cry.

“Y/N…”

“I’m not crying because I’m sad,” you finally reveal with a shake of your head and a tender smile. “I’m crying because this is everything that I’ve wanted. After Eric, I really believed that I would never find someone who loves me the way you do. I didn’t even think I could ever trust another person with my heart again, but then you came into my life.”

Keanu remained quiet, his body still on top of yours, but he held his weight with his elbows. His curtain of hair hid the sorrow and pain in his eyes until you reached up, brushing back the locks away from his face. He knew all about Eric and the emotional harm he had done to you, especially during the last few months of your relationship. He swore he would never hurt you the way Eric had, but he did.

“When I caught him with that woman the first time, it made me feel like I wasn’t enough. I wasn’t good enough, pretty enough, or smart enough. I wasn’t enough for him that he strayed away, and found somebody else better than me. And for a while, I thought it was my fault. I loved him too much to let him go, even though I was blaming myself for things that I shouldn’t have had.”

“You’re more than enough, darling,” Keanu intoned softly, intertwining his hand with yours and giving it a light, reassuring squeeze. “He didn’t deserve you.”

Neither did he.

“I realize that later on when I left, but the pain didn’t disappear until you showed up,” you added, sighing. “It’s only been months since I’ve known you Ke, or at least, that’s how it seems like because of the amnesia. But you make me feel like I’m everything. You make me feel so loved and so beautiful…”

Gently, you pushed Keanu to lie down before swinging one leg over to straddle his hips. He started to notice the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, a wave of regret washing over him after hearing your words. You trusted him, loved him, saw him as the man you dreamed and longed for when in reality, he’s not.

Not anymore.

“If I end up not gaining my memories back,” you murmured as your mouth ghosted over his jaw, teasingly, “I’ll be content with the ones I already have with you.”

This time, it was Keanu trying to fight back his own tears. He’d deeply miss these intimate moments shared only between the two of you. He’d miss the softness of your lips and the warmth of your breath against his skin. He’d miss the sound of your voice, the way your laugh instantly brightens up the room and how your breathless moans made him feel desirable. He’d miss every curve of your body and every perfect imperfection on your skin. He’d miss hearing his name slip through your lips as you cry out in pleasure with him holding you close.

The end was drawing near, and nothing would ever prepare him enough for that moment. Six more days, and it’s over.

He would then miss it all.

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“Y/N? Hello?”

You jolted slightly in your seat, seeing Molly waving her hand in front of your face to grab your attention. In the midst of your weekend brunch, you had gotten lost in your thoughts that were mainly of Keanu. Truth be told, you were lovestruck by him, even more so after the night you finally made love. Memories of it often flooded your mind, reminding you of how caring and attentive Keanu was, and how amazing it all felt being with him.

You never knew love could feel like this.

“Sorry,” you spoke once you snapped out of your daydreaming, which has lately become a regular occurrence. “What were you saying?”

Molly chuckled, shaking her head. “I was asking how work was going.”

“It’s going great, actually,” you beamed excitedly. “We’re prepping for that big fashion shoot in Japan next month. I’m still nervous about going, but it’s one of those opportunities that I’d be crazy to pass up.”

“Well, you should definitely go. Not only is it a great addition to your portfolio, it’ll also be a nice sightseeing trip, too,” Molly encouraged. “I’ve been to Japan a couple of times for work and let me tell you, it’s absolutely gorgeous there. From the culture to the food, I wish I could go back and experience it all over again.”

“I was actually thinking of asking Keanu if he wanted to go with me,” you shared, a soft smile appearing on your face. “I figured it’d be a fun trip for the two of us and escape LA for a little while. As far as I know, he doesn’t have anything important scheduled during that time. Plus, he’s going to be busy doing a movie next year, and we want to spend as much time together before that happens.”

Molly’s grin fell, her mouth pulling into a tight line. “I mean, it’s up to you if you want to invite him or not.”

Your brows furrowed at the strange shift in her demeanor. “Yeah, I’ll talk to Ke when I get home later.”

“How is he, though?” Molly inquired. You noticed very recently how tense she got every time you mentioned Keanu, and at this point, it was becoming worrisome. Did she know something that you didn’t?

“He’s good. Honestly, he’s doing great—we’re doing great.”

��I’m glad to hear that, Y/N. Truly.”

You reached for the glass of water on the table, taking a few quick sips before sighing. “I told Ke I love him.”

Molly’s eyes widened, her lips parting slightly, and you heard a short gasp. “You did?”

“Yes,” you confirmed with a single nod. “I told him the night of his birthday, and… and we slept together.”

“Oh,” she could only say, her shoulders dropping, and her blue eyes flickering away from your gaze. “T-That’s… wow. I-I can’t believe he did that.”

“What do you mean?” You probed, cocking your head to the side.

Molly glanced back up at you, her muscles rigid, and the taut expression on her face bringing you concern. “He’s never going to tell you. He can’t let you go.”

Her voice was low and alarming, and you almost didn’t catch it. “Tell me what?”

A sense of dread began to spread as you waited for an answer. Molly swallowed thickly, the air in the small cafe you were seated in felt heavy, and it made you uncomfortable. You didn’t want to think of the worse. In fact, you didn’t want to believe that what she had to say could be bad. You had shared the last piece of yourself to Keanu, but with the way your friend was acting, you started doubting your decision.

“Molly, what is it?!”

Salty tears began to prick your eyes the longer you sat there, not knowing. Your heart thumped heavily against your chest as panic continued to gnaw at your guts while your mind did its best to keep you calm.

Keanu was a good person; he could do no wrong. He loved you. He could never hurt you.

But what if he did? What if he did more than what he told you?

“Y/N,” Molly sighed, her hands reaching across the table to hold your clammy ones. “I’m sorry that I have to tell you this, but after what you’ve done, I don’t think Keanu is ever going to come clean.”

“What did he do?” You questioned, feeling your heart shatter into a million pieces. “Please, Molly. Just say it.”

“Keanu’s not the man you think he is...” she stated carefully, scared of your reaction.

The following words coming out of Molly were unbelievable at first. You didn’t want to accept that there was any truth in them. It didn’t seem right that Keanu was capable of doing such a thing, but even though she couldn’t explain in detail what had happened, deep down, you could feel it.

Memories of the timeline before the accident didn’t come back to you, but you remembered something else from the night that changed everything...

Red-hot, searing anger.

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Dark clouds began to fill up the entire sky above LA as the city braced for another storm. Keanu peered through the drapes to see small water droplets falling from above. The rain wasn’t heavy yet, though it still worried him while knowing you could be driving somewhere out there. He had called you just recently and asked if he could pick you up, only to learn that you were already on your way home.

It was Saturday, and usually, the two of you would go out on a date, but because of the poor weather, you decided to have a quiet evening indoors. Keanu had planned to surprise you with a movie night, one of your favorite things to do with him. The tv was already set-up, and the buttered popcorn was cooling off back in the kitchen. All he was waiting for now was you, and you’d be here any minute soon.

Taking a seat on the couch, Keanu then let a deep breath out as he checked the time on his watch, the roaring sound of thunder suddenly disrupting the silence. He could hear the rain starting to pick up, and through the parted curtains, he noticed the trees swaying wildly from the strong winds blowing outside of the house. The scene out there was unsettling, and he could only hope that you make it back safe and sound.

Moments later, the keys jingling outside of the nearby door alerted Keanu of your presence, and he quickly got up from the sofa and unlocked the door for you. Swinging it open, he welcomed you with a relieved smile breaking over his face, which disappeared in a split-second after seeing how you glowered at him.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted light-heartedly, though your expression remained. “I’m happy you got home—”

“Don’t,” you sternly interjected, raising your pointer finger in front of him. “Don’t you dare.”

Keanu watched in trepidation when you pushed passed him and stalked into the house, the rain dripping from your wet clothes pooling at your feet as you lingered in the foyer.

“I-Is everything okay?” He stuttered out, though he already had a feeling of what this could all be.

But how did you find out?

Molly.

“No,” you muttered bitterly. “You know damn well that everything’s not okay.”

“I don’t understand,” Keanu lied, once again feigning ignorance even though there was no point in doing so anymore. “Sweetheart, let’s get you dried off first. You’re shivering, you’re going to catch a cold.”

“Stop it, Keanu. Just drop the act!”

Your chest heaved as you stared at him, letting the tears fall freely down from your eyes. Keanu cautiously approached you, his fear finally unfolding in front of him, and there was no way around it this time.

“Y/N, I need you to calm down…”

“No,” you shot back angrily. “I need you to tell me everything, Keanu. What exactly happened between us?”

Keanu froze, his chest tightening at your simple yet difficult request. He wasn’t ready to do it today, but he had no other choice.

There was no more avoiding, no more lying, and no more hiding.

This was it.

This was the end.

This was the goodbye Keanu dreaded. The long, dreaded goodbye to the woman he loved.

Part 11

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evabellasworld · 4 years ago

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Young Soul

For Star Wars POC Week 2020

Day 5: Family

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Summary: After 8 years, Ava Lira and Eva Bella Young has reunited with their mother, Kaia Young on Chandrila and learned about their deceased father.

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“Come on, Lira,” Eva groaned as she knocked on her door, clinching both her dolls. “We don’t want to miss the first bus.”

“Hold your horses, Evie,” Lira talked back. “I’m trying to pack up.”

“Well, you should have done that yesterday when I got back from Mortis.”

“Ugh, stop nagging me. You’re annoying.”

She took a deep breath and crossed her arms as she was about to step inside her room when Lira popped out, with her backpack and her extra slingbag, which carried her gadgets and gizmos that she made out of trash. “Now I’m ready.”

“You took too long,” Eva slapped her arms. “Do you know how long it will take from the Jedi Temple to the cargo bay?”

“It takes twenty minutes, Evie,” Lira rolled her eyes as they both walked on the empty corridor, with no one up early in the morning, except for a few, who were too tired to even care about where the twins were even going in the first place. “I’ve read the map like fifty times.”

“If you read the map fifty times, then why do you have to be super slow in preparing yourself?”

“I prepare myself. I just forgot a couple of things, that’s all.”

“That could have been prevented if you prepared yourself earlier on.”

Lira let out a groan of frustration. “Whatever, you sound just like Obi-Wan sometimes.”

“Well, maybe it’s for the best.”

As they finished their conversations, the identical twins with red hair and almond-shaped eyes stepped outside the Temple, where they were greeted by Commander Tori, who only had her bottom half of her clone commander on, along with her black top. “So, where are you girls heading today?”

“Just take us to the cargo bay,” Lira answered, grabbing the backseat. “We need to fly out of Coruscant as soon as possible.”

“And why is that?” Tori raised her eyebrows. “Are you guys meeting someone important?”

“It’s our mother,” Eva spoke, with a frown. “We haven’t seen her since we were three years old and it is urgent that we have to get to Chandrila.”

Being a clone trooper, Tori doesn’t know about being separated from a parent from a young age, but one thing she understood is family and bonding. Being close to Rex, Cody, Mayyah, and Minnie, who were her siblings, not being able to see them for a long period makes her anxious and depressed, and it is what the twins are currently experiencing right now.

“Of course, girls,” she gave a nod, driving off from the Temple. “But do your masters know about this?”

“They’re at the battlefield, again,” Lira said, glancing at the dark, morning sky, with the sun not rising from the horizon and the cool wind blowing in their surroundings.

Tori sighed. It’s been a year since the Clone Wars had begun and day by day, she noticed that the relationship between the girls and their Jedi Masters had slowly dwindled, without both of them realizing it. Lira and Eva loved their masters, obviously, but most of the time, they found themselves closer to Tori than they thought.

Arriving at the cargo bay, Tori escorted both of them inside and stepped inside the ship, sitting beside them. If the girls had to see their mother, she won’t let them go by themselves, with the danger of the outside world much worse than what they watched on cartoons every Saturday morning.

“So,” Tori breaks the awkward silence between them. “Does your mother know that you both are visiting her today?”

Eva nodded. “Yes, Tori. We managed to find her phone number in the yellow page and commed her immediately. She’s very nervous to see us both.”

“Oh, well, that’s good to hear. Now tell me, what does your mother work as?”

“She worked at The Angel Inn,” Lira informed, showing her the pages that she found the other day. “It only opens at night, so we have ample time for Evie and me to spend time with her.”

She read Kaia Young’s comm and noticed the place was listed down as a brothel on Chandrila, making her cheeks turn hot. Should I tell them the place where her mother worked, or should I just keep quiet and let their mother come clean about her job?

She heard about her brothers and sisters visiting brothels on Coruscant, and getting kicked out of the place when they realize that their service isn’t free at all. Choerry was a fine example of a clone trooper who was banned from a brothel. Tori could only grumble, but at the same time, it amuses her as well.

“Oh, that’s fascinating to hear, girls,” she smiled. “I can’t wait to meet your mother as well, even though I don’t know much about her.”

“She’ll love you, Tori,” Lira cuddled next to her. “Trust me, I told her about you and she’s excited to see you as well.”

A civilian excited to see a clone like me? Well, that’s unexpected. “Oh, I’m sure she’s a kind lady like the both of you.”

“She is.”

After a few hours on board, the ship jumped out of hyperspace and landed on the planet’s surface. The Chandrilan skies were coloured with sapphire, with the golden, glistening sun shining above the white clouds. Despite that, the natives, which was ninety-six per cent of humans, didn’t feel too hot or too cold and were enjoying the weather.

The three of them emerged from the station with their bags when they noticed a woman in her 30s, with jet black hair and almond-shaped, dark honey eyes, along with fair skin and bow-shaped lips, which shared similar facial features as the twins. Eva, who recognized her, ran up to her and wrapped her arms around her torso. “Mama!”

“Evie, is that you?” her mother spoke, recognizing her 11 years old daughter. “Look how big you’ve grown. The last time I remember you, you were so tiny.”

“Mama!” Lira called her, hugging her as well. “We miss you so much.”

“Well, I miss you both as well,” she grinned, kissing their foreheads. She stood up and noticed Tori’s presence, and offered to shake hands with her. “And you must be Tori. The girls have said nothing but good things about you.”

“They always say good things about everyone,” Tori shook her hands. “The girls have told me about you. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Young.”

Kaia let out a chortle. “Oh, no, Tori. I’m not even married at all. You can call me Kaia or miss, whatever makes you comfortable?”

The first-name basis, eh? Now I know where the girls got it from. “Alright then, Kaia. It’s great to meet you, again. Sorry, it’s quite-”

“Awkward?” Kaia finished her sentence, laughing. “Don’t worry about it, Tori. I don’t bite unless you want me to.”

Her eyes widened as her face flushed. “Actually, Kaia, I’m an ace.”

“Tori, I’m just joking with you.”

Wow, she has a sense of humour, just like Lira.

“Anyways, we should head back to my apartment,” suggested Kaia, holding the twin’s hands. “I made something special for the three of you.”

They arrived at her small but cosy apartment, which was filled with potted plants everywhere and vines growing on the grille of the window. A shoe rack was placed beside the door, with the walls painted in mint green, which gave the whole house a calming effect towards the host and their guests.

Lira, Eva and Tori took off their boots and placed their backpacks on a tiny, wooden bench that Kaia found at the garbage disposal and repainted them to make them presentable. The identical twins sat on the brown couch, along with a few tie-dye pillows.

Tori checked out the bookshelf that was leaning against the wall, and found herself picking a book from its place, titled ‘Tales of Handmaids.’ For Tori, it was surprising that a prostitute like Kaia would have a decent place, not too lavish nor seedy. Chandrila isn’t like Coruscant, where people like her would rot in a dangerous alley. Instead, they fared better, even though there are flaws.

“So,” Kaia walked out of the kitchen, carrying a tray of glasses, which were filled with iced lemonades. “How long did it take you from Coruscant?”

“A few hours,” Lira told her, as she took a sip of her drink.

“Huh, that long, eh?”

“Yup,” Tori nodded. “Do you live alone, Kaia?”

“Yeah, it’s just me and all my plants, in my boxed-sized apartment. No one is there to look after yourself, and that is the harsh reality, unfortunately.”

“Isn’t it lonely?” Eva asked. “Living all by yourself.”

“Sometimes, it does, sweetie,” Kaia sat between them, wrapping her arms around their shoulder. “But at the same time, I enjoy the silence once in a while, you know.”

“Don’t you have any friends, or maybe a lover?”

Her mother let out a snort. “I see you know a lot about love, Evie.”

“They know a lot about love and sex,” Tori spoke. “They heard about them from my troops, and even some Jedi.”

“A Jedi having sex?” her eyes widened. “Why am I not surprised? Who told you about the birds and the bees anyway?”

“A friend told us,” Lira replied. “Eva and I accidentally caught him doing the deed with a Senator, so he had to explain everything about it. It was disgusting.”

“Well, I’m sorry that you girls had to see that," mused Kaia. "But at least it's better for you girls to know, rather than being ignorant and making the same mistake that I did when I was younger."

“Oh?” Tori raised her eyebrows. “What about that?”

“Well, it’s too disturbing for the three of you so consider yourselves warned but when I was 16, I was violated by an adult man, and that adult man was a friend of my parents. Instead of believing me, they denounced me and kicked me out of their home.”

“But they’re your family. Why would a family cast out one another? Don’t you guys share the same blood?”

Kaia shook her head. “Tori, your brothers and sisters aren’t the same as mine. Your siblings care for one another and look out for each other, but my family cares only about two things, which are money and ego. My aunts and uncles, my siblings, my parents, fight like vultures when they see gold. They don’t care about your well-being at all. They only know how to back-stab you, that's all."

"That sounds like the Separatist more than a family."

"Indeed, though the Republic has its flaws as well, especially recruiting kids to lead an entire army."

"If I have to be honest," Eva raised her hands. "I don't even know why we are fighting in the first place."

"We were told by the Kaminoans that it's for peace, but I could hardly believe that statement anymore."

"It seems like the people of the Outer Rim are growing unsatisfied towards the government," Kaia sighed, finishing her drink. "Honestly, I won't be surprised if there is a rebellion against them."

Lira and Eva exchanged glances of surprise before their mother cleared her throat. "So, anyone up for a movie?"

"Yes, please," Lira bobbed her head. "Can we watch Rowling's Castle?"

"Of course, sweetie."

As night came, both Lira and Eva were cuddled next to their mother as Tori slept in the right corner of the bed, laying beside the younger twin. The stars above Chandrila were shining as bright as jewellery as the moon above the sky illuminated. “Kinda rare to see this many stars in the city,” Tori commented, counting each one of them with her fingers. “We never get this much on Coruscant.”

“People here value nature,” Kaia told her. “It’s the basis of life. Without nature, we have nothing. No food, no water, no air, just torture and pain.”

“That explains why you have so many plants around your house.”

“Greenery is good for your mental health. Makes you feel calm, especially for a soldier like you.”

Maybe I should follow Daisy’s advice and get myself a potted plant in my barrack then.

“Hey Mama,” Eva called her. “There’s something I need to ask you about and it’s really important.”

“What is it, baby?”

“The other day, my master and I stumbled upon a planet called Mortis, and when I was there, I saw a man with a Jedi robe and long hair. He spoke to me about how I shouldn’t trust too freely and be more cautious with my surroundings. I told my master about him, and he said that he knew who the man was?”

“Okay, what did your master say?”

“He told me that he was his mentor, Qui-Gon Jinn. Do you know who Qui-Gon Jinn was, Mama?”

The name that her daughter mentioned made her heart smile and sorrow at the same time. She reached for the drawers beside her bed and grabbed a flimsi of her and Qui-Gon together, holding each other’s hand.

“You know him, mom?” Lira gasped as she saw the flimsi.

“I knew him well,” she gleamed. “He was my lover. I met him while I was exploring the forest, searching for wild berries and mushrooms. He was meditating by the river when he noticed me with a basket and a straw hat. After we got to know each other, he would visit me every weekend and slowly, we fell in love.”

“Is Qui-Gon our father?” Eva guessed.

Kaia curved her lips upwards. “Yeah, he was your father. When I got pregnant with the both of you, he was ecstatic and he couldn’t even wait to meet you both.”

Tori’s smile disappeared. She was told that Kaia lived by herself, and she could tell that something happened to him. “There’s no happy ending, isn’t it?”

Kaia shook her head. “Three months before you girls were born, I saw him in an obituary. I was heartbroken that he was gone so soon. I never get to say goodbye to him.”

“Then what happened?” Lira raised her question. “Why did you give us away to the Jedi?”

“It was difficult for me to raise you and Eva, especially with the Child Protection Service chasing after me. I had to choose between losing my job and losing both of you. I wanted both of you to have a better life than I did, so I decided to let the Jedi adopt you both.”

The twins wanted to yell at her for leaving, but at the same time, she had a point. Had their mother continued to raise them, they would have ended up in a broken, foster home, like all the other children.

“I understand, mom,” Eva nodded, letting out a yawn. “We should head to bed.”

“Alright then,” she kissed both Lira and Eva on the forehead. “Goodnight, my love.”

Tori fell asleep as well, knowing that the twins are safe and sound in their mother’s loving embrace.

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Home?

(Perspective of cecilia)

My Novel - Chapter 2

Any and all feed back welcome <3

A/N: I’d love to know what you think (theories and feedback) about this and whether I should continue with it <3 likes, comments or reblogs or anything really are super appreciated 🤍

Word Count: 1899

My train arrived in the city at around midday. I wasn’t hungry, I’d eaten a little on the journey. And besides, I was so nervous to see Daisy and Albert again that I couldn’t have eaten anything. I barely ate what I bought for myself. I had half of my sandwich and picked at the crisps, the remnants of which were on the seat next to me which hadn’t been booked. I was glad for that, I was very fidgety, and anyone next to me would have become very frustrated with me. After everyone in my coach had stood up and retrieved their luggage, I too did the same. I collected my sandwich and crisps and put them neatly into my bag, careful not to spill any of it. I stood up and walked to the end of the carriage and pulled my two suitcases from the second shelf of the rack. I rolled each of them to the door and set them down on the platform in front of me before stepping onto it myself.

I looked around for Daisy and Albert but I couldn’t find them. No doubt they had managed to get themselves lost. They were both terrible with directions. Nearly five years ago when they were taking me to the train station instead of away from it, we got so lost that I nearly missed my train. I walked to one of the benches lined upon the platform and sat down, pulling my possessions close into me.

I turn to look at the clock, ten minutes has gone by. Perhaps they got the time wrong. I reach into my bag, and pull out my book. I attempt to read it, but none of the words are going in. I’m so nervous. I glance up from my book and see a woman, frantically looking around on the platform. She has shoulder length, golden brown hair, and it’s swaying behind her as she moves. She’s wearing a wonderful dress, it’s vintage, yellow, with a brown belt wrapped around her waist, and a blue denim jacket about her shoulders. It’s Daisy.

I stand up, anxious at what she might think of me. When I was younger, and living with her, my hair was very long and a dark brown, almost black. I had very pale skin and I was very skinny. Now, I had very short, light brown hair. Where I lived in Germany was always very sunny, so I was naturally tanned. I had grown into myself, my hips had broadened and I wasn’t so skinny anymore. I was slender, I had a fit physique. I was wearing a corduroy pink skirt with tights and a white Tee-shirt underneath my oversized leather jacket. We locked eyes, she saw me. She knew it was me. I looked a lot like her now. I looked a lot like my mother.

She rushed over to me, and crashed into my body, wrapping her arms around me. Oh how I have missed daisy. Her embrace was so intense, I thought I might cry, but I held it in. She was crying. She pulled away and took a good long look at me.

“You look so beautiful. You look exactly like your mother,” she says, tears in her eyes.

“Thank you. You look wonderful as well, you haven’t changed,” I say. I’m glad she hasn't changed. She’s still my Daisy. The Daisy I always remembered.

She doesn’t know what to say, I can see it. I don’t know what to do either. But it doesn’t last long, Albert comes running in after her and as soon as he sees me, his eyes widen. He walks over to me, he’s not running but he’s walking at a pace. He stops in front of me and takes me in, and then leans forward with his arms out. I lean into his embrace. Albert has been Daisy’s partner since she was nineteen. They married shortly after I turned eleven, putting them at twenty-one. And here we all are, nearly six years later.

“Hello Albert,” I say, smiling.

“Hello, Cecilia. You look great,” he says to me, patting my shoulder. I nod my head. Daisy begins to babble, all about my old room, the house, the village. I love her voice, I love hearing her talk. I almost forgot how it sounded. The voice in her letters gradually faded into my own. I’ve missed Daisy.

I don’t look out the window much in the car journey. I want to see it all for myself when I walk. I walk a lot, it’s one of my favourite things to do. The scenery in Germany where I lived was wonderful, but it held no memories for me. Walking here, back home, that would be different. Daisy asked me lots of questions about how I had been, what Germany was like and all sorts of extras. I had talked about a lot of it in my letters but I knew it wasn’t the same. So I answered them all. When we arrive at the house, I step out of the car and look at it. It’s the same. Made from stone, it stands tall and proud, the large windows allowing you to see into the wonderful interior. The garden was lovely as well, Daisy must have kept it up. It was a wild garden, tamed to her liking. There were dozens of buttercups and forget-me-nots and little bluebells. It was quite a sight to see. Towards the back she was growing three sunflowers. I always remembered telling her that I wanted sunflowers. I suppose she eventually got around to it. The bay windows were lined with fairy lights and the shutters had been repainted a lovely pale green. My bedroom was in the back of the house, so I couldn’t see whether any of it looked the same. I’m sure it did.

Albert took my suitcases from the back of the car.

“Bloody hell, what have you got in here?” He says, straining to lift them up.

“About the last five years of my life. I couldn’t leave anything behind,” I say. Daisy rushes over in front of me to unlock the door. She opens it and beckons me in. I was right, nothing had changed. It was still all very modern looking. All very sleek. There were photos and paintings on the wall in the landing and the living room. The cream sofa had been kept very clean over the years, as well as their cream chair. The kitchen was bigger than I remembered. The countertops matched the sofas, but the cupboards were a dark brown, contrasting very nicely.

“Are you hungry? No I suppose not. Would you like to see your room? Well I mean nothing has changed,” she gushes.

“Yes, actually I’d love to see my room,” I say. I can remember it as clear as day, but that’s not the same as seeing it. She leads me up the stairs, the wall beside them is filled with photos of her and Albert, me and her friends. And my mother and father. I hesitate next to their photo, but quickly regain my composure and continue up the stairs behind Daisy. She opens the door to my room and waits in the landing.

“I’ll leave you alone for a while, Albert will bring you your things,” she says smiling, and leaves. Just like that. I would imagine that she doesn’t know how to talk to me anymore. Talking to an eleven year old is very different to talking to someone who is nearly seventeen. I’ll admit, I’m not sure how to talk to her either. So, we don’t.

I look at my room. The walls are painted white and filled with posters, art and photos from my eleven year old life. The bed is barely two feet from the ground. I sit on it and it creeks under my body weight. I think a new one is in order. I gaze at my room, all the stickers on the furniture, all the childish books scattered across the room and and on the white bookcase. The little TV with a curved screen. I was not getting rid of that, it looked amazing. My vanity desk, made to look vintage. That would stay too.

Though it was my first day here, and I had only been back in the country a few hours, (including the train journeys) I wanted to clear it out and make it new. I wouldn’t be able to sleep with all these memories starring me in the face and suffocating me. It had to go. I start by ripping the posters of Olly Murs and JLS off of the walls. I hadn’t listened to them in a long time. I much preferred older music, or very unpopular modern music that no one had heard of. The wall stickers had to go too, and all the old art. I leave the pictures of me and my family up, they were staying exactly where they were. I walk up to a chest of drawers and open it. It’s full of all my old clothes. I pick out a few items I want to keep for sentimental reasons, and put the rest of them in a pile. A charity shop could make very good use of them. I walk over to the vanity and get rid of some of the brick-o-brack I had on top of it. In the drawer were old brushes and combs and hair ties. They would probably all go, I had all of that in my suitcase. I gather all my books and go through them. I decide to keep the Harry Potter series and The Lord Of The Rings. The rest would go. I should probably get The Hobbit as well, I’ve never read it.

I’d managed to keep much of my feelings in check since I arrived back at the house. But all that came crumbling down. I sit on my bed looking at old photos of me and my friends. Tears are streaming down my face, remembering them, remembering us and how happy we were. Who would’ve known that it would all come to end, and so soon after many of these photos were taken. There’s one picture of all of us down by the river that we used to go to all the time. It’s heartbreaking. There we all are, Alex, me, David, Evan and Bailey. I run my fingers across the print and linger on the figure of David. Poor poor David.

It was the summer of 2015 when David died. It was right before his twelfth birthday. They said he’d ‘had an accident’, and fallen into the river, banged his head and drowned. But we never went to the river alone. We never did that. We agreed never to do that, it was our place. We would never go alone, especially at night. And we were eleven, the thought of going to the river alone at night scared the living daylights out of us. We tried one summer to sneak out and go, but we got too scared and ended up turning around. We were all grounded for nearly a month. He would never have gone alone. They said the time of death was around midnight. He definitely wasn’t alone.

I wanted to go back. I wanted to see it.

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#lena story #my writing #my novel #original writing #original post #original work #original character #trying my best

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in-tua-deep · 5 years ago

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The Boy flinching so easily whenever anyone makes a sudden move. Making sure he follows orders and does his best to not upset any of his new siblings. He does something simple on day, like drop a plate and he can’t breathe. He isn’t allowed to make mistakes. His punishments in the commission were always severe for the smallest transgression. He can’t imagine that it would be any different here. Five is a little easier to be around. Not only did Boy already (Pt1)

OH Five is absolutely easy for the Boy to be around for one very simple reason: he’s a child. Or at least, in the eyes of The Boy, Five is a child. It’s not a years thing (how could it be, with the Commission being outside of time?). Honestly he might assume Vanya is also a child as well due to height/meekness (though Vanya is outgrowing that meekness now so he might just perceive her as like? a teenager? not safe but not not safe??)

so if he’s scared or worried or freaked out he probably runs straight to Five to figure out what the appropriate response is to this situation. because Five is like him, except Five knows the rules of this place better than the Boy - which makes him pretty much the only safe person to ask when he’s unsure (because the adults always hated it when the Boy asked questions and strongly discouraged it)

(and also there’s another level of for a long time assuming Five was an earlier incarnation of him - meaning he considers Five to be his big brother which part of him assumes that Five will automatically protect him if necessary. Granted, Five has encouraged this because Five is actually 100% willing to throw down for his dumb baby clone)

honestly Allison might actually freak him out the most rather than Klaus and Luther simply because the Handler was a woman? Actually scratch that Grace totally freaks him out the most at first because she looks the most similar to the Handler.

Luther is just really big and the Boy thinks he’s kind of scary looking. Five thinks this fear is dumb because Luther is dumb and has gone out of his way to prove this to the Boy. This in general has just left Luther being super exasperated and yet unable to yell at anyone in case he scares the Boy, which is what they’re trying to avoid. If that means letting Five scale him like a monkey and poke him in the side of the head to prove to the Boy that Luther is a gentle giant then so be it

(Five absolutely abuses this newfound power to irritate Luther tbh)

Klaus is loud and touchy feely, and the Boy doesn’t like the former but usually appreciates the latter. Except for when he doesn’t. And the Boy is so reluctant to do anything wrong that he stays silent when he feels trapped and small and like his skin is too tight

(thankfully Five notices. Five has the same issues with touch. The same desperation and the same aversion rolled into one terrible package. Luther sees it sometimes, too. Five makes a point to bristle at Klaus and tell him to back off or simply sweeps the Boy away - and to his credit, Klaus never protests

in fact, the family as a whole learns to figure out when the Boy isn’t feeling up for contact, and when he’s desperate for a hug. Funnily enough, the same signs are present for Five no matter how much he might protest. It leads to two touch starved boys getting their fair share of hugs in the end)

Klaus was the very first person to tell him that he was allowed to stay, that the Boy was allowed to be family. As such, I think out of the adults Klaus is probably his favorite or at the very least the one he wants to like him the most? It probably ends up being very much like. A cat bringing its family dead mice proudly?

Like if someone was mean to Klaus on the streets and the Boy just straight up breaks the dude’s arm. Would have done worse if the family didn’t stop him.

(It’s not his fault - he was only ever really taught violence. He was always praised for violence. He was always expected to perform violence. Over and over and over again.)

So when his family tells him he’s not allowed to hurt people (unless they’re trying to hurt him of course, and the Commission) he’s really confused and lost because... that’s all he was ever good for. Hurting people.

(The Handler took special delight in sending the Boy to hunt down traitors to the Commission. He wonders now it that was all training so that he wouldn’t question it when they finally sent him after Five. He thinks either way the Handler would have leaned forward in her desk, smiled her terrible smile, and demanded every sordid detail from him. She liked the gory ones the best, clapping her hands and telling him ‘good boy’ like he was a dog.)

He doesn’t know how to be anything other than a weapon. But that’s okay!! because his family is there for him!

Five is horrified to learn that the Boy wasn’t permitted under any circumstances to write down mathematical equations. It’s because of Five’s secretiveness with his book and his defection, but the Boy was only permitted what calculations could be done in his head.

And he’s Five’s clone. He has a vortex within him. He knows math like an old friend, can compute numbers with the best of them, but he’s only human. He can do the spot calculations for jumps - that’s not the issue. But he could never learn anything bigger.

(Couldn’t time travel)

Five takes personal offense to that and sits the Boy down at the kitchen table with stacks upon stacks of textbooks piling high. Some of them the rest of the family is pretty sure they didn’t own and others have library stickers even though they definitely don’t have a library card but no one calls him out on it.

It’s freedom. It’s wonderful. Writing out the numbers that pile behind his tongue, being able to go back and check his work and never losing his place.

(the others exchange looks later when they find the duo writing an equation out across the hallway wall in sharpie, but the Boy looks so excited that no one has the heart to stop them even though this is the fourth time this month and even Allison has gotten tired of repainting parts of the house at this point and it’s Klaus’s turn to pick the next color and no one has any confidence in his choices)

Allison probably take this opportunity to bully Five into doing more kid things under the reasoning that the Boy is always a lot more relaxed with Five nearby and is often anxious trying new things alone (because what if he isn’t good at it? will he be punished?)

but also the Boy can always be talked into trying new things because he doesn’t want to disappoint anyone

which means Five ends up snatching the flier for painting classes or rollerblading or habitat for humanity volunteering and participating (but he’s going to be grumpy about it and complain the whole time, he claims)

(he doesn’t though because the Boy is nervous enough without Five complaining and ruining it and more often than not he actually ends up having a pretty decent time)

just. a bunch of idiots healing together and also attempting to raise a very traumatized child (or two very traumatized children tbh) and learning what family means to them, what it looks like, and how to finally heal from the wrongs that have been done to them

#the commission boy au #tua au #clone five au #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #number five #klaus hargreeves #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #at some point they're gonna need to address the boy's dependence on five #and at some point when the boy is more okay they're going to have to deal with terrible twin shenanigans #the boy desperately wants approval #and needs to learn that family is unconditional #and that he's allowed to choose him family #and that they can choose him back #far tua long #five is super protective of his clone #like a mama bear #five: if the commission even LOOKS at my boy i will stomp them to death with my hooves #the boy is ironically also protective and if anyone attacks the family he will Fuck Them Up #the boy is arguably the best fighter alongside Five that they have #maybe better than five depending #bc the boy is more used to his body than five is

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years ago

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WhatsApp? Part 18. (Steve Rogers x reader) - ENDING

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you.

A/N: And that's that. The series is over. It was fun, guys, but don't worry, we'll move on. Also kinda inspired by Turning Page by Sleeping At Last? Because it's just a classic love song. Also, the reader has kinda those beautiful fucking Bella Cullen dress because this dress is just a piece of art.

Warnings: DAT PURE WEDDING FLUFF YOU GUYS. I AM A SENSITIVE MF OKAY?

Word count: 3.7 K

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @songforhema, @mikariell95, @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory

Read the rest here: Part One Part Two Part three Part four Part five Part Six Part seven Part eight Part nine Part ten Part eleven Part twelve Part thirteen Part fourteen Part fifteen Part sixteen Part seventeen

If you like to have your readings in order :): H E R E

Sometime after everything settled down in your batshit crazy life again:

A small child made everything in your life change. You thought that you won't be able to survive the labor, you cried, you screamed, you yelled some pretty bad words, almost slapped Steve and almost broken a doctors arm, but in the end, it was worth all of it when a small baby girl in a blanket was put on your chest so you could hold her on your arms. She was so... Small, gentle, warm and smelled so nice. You broke down in tears at that very moment.

Your apartment changed drastically - it wasn't existing anymore. When Sam heard that you're about to extend your family, he moved to your old place so you could both move to Steves in Brooklyn, because he had a spare room there. Bucky moved to Deena's basically and had a sleepover on your couch only when he and Deena had one of their fights.

Both of the boys, plus some Clint, random Scott and the literal GOD Thor helped with remaking that place, repainting those walls and piecing new furniture together while they dismounted the old one. You moved your stuff there - from your cosmetics to your photos. Ans Steve let you hang them all around the place. And just a side note, because you were grumpy and complained about your huge belly, you two even bought a huge-ass bed. Slowly, Steve introduced the very pregnant you to the other Avengers - and boy, you and Natasha became the ultimate sisters in crime.

When Steve had to work or went to the gym, you, her, Deena and Suzie usually met up at your place and played scrabble, read Cosmo or watched romcoms all the time. And when it came to the wedding you were planning on, Natasha was planning literally every step with you. Deena was asserting her ideas too - May and Suzie were only agreeing on everything since both Natasha and Deena were scary like demons from the worst part of hell most of the time.

"I think you're freaking too much about that, May." - You smiled at that lovely lady, looking at her face in the mirror, shoving another daisy into the waves of her hair. - "I love the dress."

"I'm not freaking out even a shitty bit. I just think that the train is too long. That's that." - May said in a playful tone just as you braided another flower into her hair. Your hair was already done, it was braided in a really difficult hairstyle with big, white daisies and some gently toned make-up to make it all come together. You looked like a beautiful fairy from the fairy tales.

"Oh snap, sis is serious, she's cursing. But yeah, I don't wanna get it shortened as well. Y/N can walk with that easily, she is not a pussy, May. And there's no time for shortening at all." - Deena smiled, taking your side, giving you a devilish wink. You simply nodded to prove your point. ¨

Peter was in Steve's room for that matter, but you would use some of his freaking out to make you laugh at that very moment. You were nervous to say at least.

Your heart was like a drum, constantly reminding you that you're in fact very much alive at the moment and that everything is happening so fast.

"I like the train a bit loosed in the back. It makes my feet somehow more gentle. I love those shoes, that flower lace... Jesus, it looks like some shoes for a princess." - You took your own side as well and Suzie looked into the room with a smile. She had her hair loosed and curled and she looked like an angel in her peach-colored dress. That color surprisingly suited every one of them.

"Somebody wants to see you." - Suzie sang and Deena took your place in braiding May's hair.

"If it's Steve, tell him that I'm not coming down. If it's Sam, tell him that any of us is naked and that he should fuck off. If it’s Bucky, we are not out of plums." - You laughed happily, making sure that your velvet ribbon holds tightly on your body. But Peter came into your room with a smile of a shy boy. He held a small girl in his arms, making sure that she is completely safe in his hands. The girl was about to cry her eyes out. She yelled loudly - and you even knew why she was crying.

She was hungry as hell - it would be super weird if she wasn't, she ate in the morning for the last time.

"Hello, my little angels." - You opened your arms for little Maggie and sat on the bed, looking Peter to the eyes.

"You look so... Are you even Y/N?" - He joked, but Deena took him at the back of his neck lightly, giving him a personal escort back to the door and made him leave. Just after that, you took one of your boobs out, letting the small one to having some lunch before everything truly starts.

"See? That's why I didn't want to get dressed. I knew that this lady will be hungry. She's just like her very own father." - Your finger trailed on her cheek as her eyes slowly closed. Even she had something similar to dress on her, in the peachy color just every other bridesmaid.

Yeah. Obviously, the wedding until the labor date wasn't something you two didn't make happen. You were already at month two when you told him, oh, you dummydumdum - and he didn't want to make you do it. He let you take your time.

Even if he wasn't exactly the happiest about you not being married at the time Maggie was born, her and your health were way more important than being a married couple. (Steve had something to say, but you were ready to kick his balls because you were pregnant and the hormones were making you just crazy - he was seriously afraid of you.)

You waited until Maggie was at least three months old, so Peter could take care of her for at least an hour without being afraid he'll hurt her. But Steve didn't care. He was crazy for you to say at least, even more, when you had your big belly and shining eyes.

And he also stayed when you could cry your eyes out, vomit out your stomach, when your feet were swollen and when you called him dipshit just because you were angry with him. Without any clear reason to say at least, your hormones were just getting crazy.

But your pregnancy brought some sweet moments with it, just as when Natasha arranged you a photoshoot in the central park and Tony (YOU WERE FORCED TO CALL HIM TONY EVEN IF YOU FREAKED THE HELL OUT EVERY TIME STEVE SAID JUST “TONY? WHATEVER”.) made some super scary fucking system for your baby to be. Some Clint or who gave you some coupon for your baby to have bow shooting lessons with him. They were hand-drawn as far as your suspicion went, but you just smiled and took it.

Steve's friends were just the weirdest and the loveliest you had ever met - but just as Samuel and Bucky, you loved them as your family soon enough, having a shit ton of photos with them in your family album.

So that why the whole Avengers squad came to your wedding and that was why the paparazzi were going basically crazy because of your wedding. Only Natasha was late, as always when you had a meeting with her. So you knew that there is no reason for being too stressed about the time.

But none of that mattered because as at all weddings, everything was already late. The only one who seemed to be freaking out about the time was Tony (TONY STARK), who thought that there will not be enough time where he can just make a cap appear like a fool at the wedding party. At least that was what you have heard, none of that was confirmed.

Even if everyone was making something extremely serious out of that, it was truly only a small wedding. The most expansive were the dream-like dress, and even those were given to you as a gift from your plum-diet coach and Deena. Heck, that wedding even made it to Forbes on the list of the most important wedding of the last ten years. You were just two places after the Royal family of England.

A comment about Tony Stark’s and Pepper’s relationship was, of course, made in the last paragraph - everyone was bitching about them need to marry already.

Soon, there was the time when you needed to get dressed into those velvet expansive dress and shoes, while May and Suzie were making Maggie a company. You were trembling so much you barely stood on your feet. Of course that Deena had to point that out as soon as she realized it.

“Wow, you sure that you won't have a heart attack on me?” - She giggled silently, supporting you while Natasha, who arrived late, yelled a chaotical FUCK, was all messy and almost forgot her dress, was buttoning up the dress at your back.

“Fuck you.” - You answered sharply. Deena made a surprised face, giggling at your reaction.

“Missy, you're kind of rude today, aren't you? Are you good?” - Deena asked teasingly and this time, May took your side.

“She's nervous, Deena. Let it be, once the ceremony is over, your beloved Y/N will be back.” - May lisped sweetly while making faces at your daughter.

“You're nervous?” - Deena said sweetly, smiling at you with shining eyes. She was more proud than a mother could ever be; she was telling you that she is your mother since she helped you with planning out the very details. - “Come on. You're living together for almost a year and you haven't even argued, you haven't even bickered, or at least literally no-one here had the chance to witness it. You're just the sweetest couple that makes my teeth rotten. You're perfect parents to that small angel. What is a certificate, when you're already happy together?”

“What if this the biggest bullshit of my whole life? What if he's not the Mr. Right? What if we split up?” - You huffed into Deena's face.

“You want to make me laugh?” - Natasha spoke all of a sudden with her firm voice. She was scaring you like hell sometimes, but she was a great chit-chat maker and the lady you wanted to spend the evenings and rainy days next to the fireplace with when Steve was gone on a mission. - “Have you two even see each other? You're like a goddamn puzzle. Hold her tighter.” - Nat commanded to Deena and Deena just smiled into your face, telling you that everything is going to be alright.

“And you should think about that before you two have Margareth, don't you think, honey?” - Deena smiled at you ironically and you nodded, closing your eyes and exhaling slowly in order not to kill your bridesmaids before the wedding itself even begins.

The ceremony? You would've loved to tell stories about walking down the aisle, watching all those happy and crying faces, how your heart almost popped out of your chest... But you really had a blackout. You were so nervous that you barely knew how to walk and how to say yes. All you could recall was that you almost tripped on your high heels and that you stood in front of Steve without breathing for a minute straight while he was telling you his vows.

It made Pepper cry so hard she almost left the room, because she hasn't heard anything sweeter until that day. But you could only hear the tone of his voice, you could only see the color of his eyes. You wanted to scream because of how good he was looking; you never saw anything sexier than Steve Rogers in a tuxedo. Somehow, your brain couldn't still connect shit as you were telling him your vows in a sweet voice. You seemed cool even if you weren't.

A few minutes from that moment, you will be a married woman. You will have a hubby on your own, and your last name will be legally changed to Rogers. But when you held his hands and looked him in the face while you were saying your vows, your brain still didn't make you realize any of that.

You still didn't realize that when you had that ring on and when you walked out of the church covered in rice. You slowly started to realize that you're someone's wife when you changed into a normal pair of jeans and a blouse so you could be comfortable at the reception. You pieced it together when you rode there with Maggie sleeping in a safety car seat and Steve held your hand while his thumb gently played with the ring on your left palm. That was when you started to cry and when the happiness replaced the overall stress you had.

He still had his shirt and tuxedo on - only you were the jackass who told everybody that they will not be wearing that beautiful dress during the whole reception. You only left the shoes, which were stunning as well.

Every guest was already there at the moment you arrived, hand in hand. Every woman who was out there was crying, hugging you and told you how beautiful it was - you could ever see Tony wiping away some tears. First, you let everyone have some good food, so you could spend the whole evening by telling embarrassing stories, drinking and eating even more delicious food. After that, the main program came - all the speeches, photo presentations, and laughs.

All the Avengers basically laid into Steve pretty bad - but it made you cry out of laughter. Tony provided some extremely embarrassing photos, Bucky was telling the stories from the forties, Sam was baing sam and Natasha had a heartwarming and long speech which made everyone sobbing - because nobody knew that she was capable of that in the first place.

Your colleagues made one long video consisting of your group achievements and photos since the very day you first came to that working place. When they were done, you were a crying mess once again. Hugging each one of them to tight that you almost squeezed the air out of their lungs. And Peter had his dorky speech, that poor boy almost didn't speak a sentence without stuttering.

But it was all perfect. So everyone looked at Steve after everyone was done with their speeches, starting his very own. You didn't even know that he prepared one.

"Hi, hello. If you don't know by now, I am the groom, nice to meet you all.” - He joked nervously, standing next to the place you were sitting. Most of the people let out a quiet giggle, just as you did. Clint, who was almost shitfaced alongside Bucky and Thor shot up from his chair, raising his hand in your direction. - “I'm Clint, nice to meet you!”

“When I look back at the two last years of my life, I am grateful for all that time more that I've been ever grateful for anything. I've been a man who lost almost everything you can think of and one day... A damn text appeared on the screen of my phone and I didn't know that on the other side is the woman I will want to marry since the first kiss she gave me.” - Steve smiled at you, smoothing your shoulder, earning a small aw from everyone.

“And... If you ask me - I know. We're taking everything too fast. The first was our beautiful angel, after only four and a half months, the wedding came after the first year, and to be honest, every one of her friends thinks she's crazy about doing everything so fast. And I know that.” - That was Deena's time to yell You bet that we think that! with a peal of soft laughter, her head leaning into Bucky’s shoulder - “And... To be honest, we have a very strange list of approaching those big things in life that everyone dreams of achieving." - Steve told with a glass of champagne in his hand, leaving the other palm to hold yours, while you slowly kissed him in the valley under his thumb, then leaning your chin into that small place. It was a few minutes before nine p.m. and he was already only in his shirt and trousers.

You watched him with adoration and your smile slowly grew bigger and bigger. Even he was ready to make you weep. Again. Around ten p.m., there was a girl supposed to come to look after Maggie and until then, she was just lying in cradle put beside your table and made some sweet baby noises, talking to herself.

"But you know what? As far as she doesn't mind, I don't care. I don't care if she's willing to give me five minutes, five months, five years or her whole life. I'm just happy to have this gorgeous, lovely woman with the most beautiful smile on the whole world by my side." - He leaned down to kiss you and you shook your head as you were crying again. But then you stood up as well, ready to have your own speech.

“Hi. I'm the bride, folks.” - You started the same way. - “And I don't have a single word written down and even if I did, I'm terrible at speeches. But I guess that this is what true love of someone does to you. It encourages you and inspires you beyond your own belief.” - You said, looking at him and him only. - “Because every word they say is making your heart melt, with every touch, they redefine a new paraphrase and their smile means everything to you.” - You said quietly, so drunkards in the back couldn’t hear you for shit. But you didn't care.

“I was and I am just a normal girl from New York, not exactly hit with the men, so anything on this whole planet couldn't prepare me for the privilege of being Mrs. Rogers. When it all started, I couldn't believe that such a guy would want to even have something with someone so normal like me. It took a lot of time, empathy and patience before we were able to stand here as a bride and groom, but as I said, that's what love is about. Redefining your old world, exploring new sides of you and let me say... Your kiss was the first one that made me feel something. I love you.” - You said with a look into his face and all you could see was crying Deena and Natasha holding the tears back, but she couldn't.

“I love you.” - Steve whispered when you kissed him, just as he did at the end of the speech.

After Maggie was picked up by her nanny, and Peter left with the small baby as well to protect her, and because the nanny was seriously hot and in his age, the true party began. Everyone laughed, drank and danced - and let me say, Thor was a pretty wild dancer once he was drunk. You wished for that day to never end, yet after a too short amount of time, there was a deep night and only the last ones were standing on the dance floor, dancing.

Bucky was whispering sweet nothings to smiling Deena and a few of Steve’s friends, a blonde lady named Sharon and a guy you didn't know for shit were just turning in small circles. Sam and Thor were sleeping on one of the tables with loud snoring. You tightened hand around Steve's neck, playing with his hair. You were slightly drunk, you couldn't actually drink and Steve was sober as ever.

“Hi.” - You whispered. After a long day, you finally had the intimacy to talk to each other.

“Hello there.” - He chuckled. At that moment, nothing could make him more happy and contented than holding you in his arms.

“My day was completely insane. How about yours, big guy?” - You laughed quietly. Steve shot a look at Deena making Bucky do a bow.

“It was the best day of my life, and trust me, that is telling a lot about that day.” - Steve answered after a while, stealing a kiss away.

“One false number... And who would have thought that I will be marrying that dork two years after that?” - You smiled and leaned into a tight embrace, enjoying how warm and tight he feels under your touch.

“That dork was hoping that the beautiful woman marries him. Just saying.” - He teased you with a giggle, then he spin you around carefully before hugging you.

“I would appreciate if you showed me how beautiful that woman is, what do you say?” - You whispered wickedly, stealing another kiss with a moan so quiet that no-one around could hear it.

“That would be my pleasure, Mrs. Rogers.”

FIN

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purplesurveys · 5 years ago

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do you think weird it's for someone to have never tried soda? I’d be surprised that they were never curious enough to try it if they can access soda, but then again I live in a third world country and not everyone gets to try everything. I’ve learned to judge less when it comes to opportunities like this. is there any foreign film you recommend? Portrait of a Lady on Fire was fucking intense and so, so so good. do you have the same religious beliefs as your parents? My dad might also be atheist, but I’ve never known for sure. He once confided in me that he was atheist in college but “it changed” when he met my mom... but honestly we’ve always grunted the same way whenever my mom tells us it’s time to pray or if we have to watch our weekly mass livestream. So idk. I think he just acts Catholic to appease her, but yeah he’s definitely weird about it. which floor of your house/building are you on now? Second floor. It’s my first time to want to hang out in my bedroom in months because IT’S ACTUALLY RAINING and it’s cold enough in my room to wanna stay here. are there any maps hanging in your room? No maps here.

are you often a third wheel? or is someone a third wheel to you? Yep I third wheel pretty often. My girlfriend and I study in different schools and I have friends in my school who are couples, so if Gab isn’t visiting my campus for the day I just tag along with my couple friends. I don’t get bothered or feel insecure by it because I have my own relationship lolol what's the last dvd you bought? Holy shit...DVD? I don’t even remember anymore. It was most likely an Audrey Hepburn film, back in 2013 when I was really into her. That or Beyoncé’s Life Is But A Dream documentary, which was the last thing she ever released on DVD. Also came out in 2013. tell me about your favorite pair of jeans. High-waisted 90s-styled jeans. Nothing much to say other than they fit me well, I got a lot of compliments whenever I have them on, and they match any t-shirt I paired with, which made me like wearing t-shirts again haha. would you ride a motorcycle if given the chance? (or have you?) I would but only if someone super experienced was driving. I haven’t been on one because my parents don’t allow me to, and tbh I don’t mind the rule because I’m mostly scared of motorcycles anyway. is your hair healthy? No. Some hair salon I went to around ten years ago put some cheap products in my hair when I had it rebonded and it never felt 100% healthy again. Until today it gets very stiff when it gets into contact with water and only shampoo, and I always have to pair it with conditioner. if a hotel offered free breakfast in bed, what would you order? Eggs Benedict and some very creamy warm coffee. how often do you take a train? Never. I don’t trust the public transport here and I’m better off driving in my own car. what are your thoughts on reincarnation? (have you ever read up about it?) I don’t think of it at all because I don’t believe in it. I don’t mind others who are into it, just don’t shove it down my throat. what's your favorite led zeppelin song? I don’t have one. does your home have a balcony/deck/porch? Yeah we have a balcony. We used to have a full balcony, but we transformed 3/4 of it into my brother’s current room a few years ago because he was starting to grow up and he needed his own room. We retained 1/4 of the space so that it can be the place where my dog can still do his business. what does your closet/wardrobe say about you? It says I am a very messy person who can’t keep her closet consistently organized lol. It will also tell you I’m quite girly based on the clothes I own. do you enjoy theatre? I was never a fan. how would you feel about traveling abroad alone? If I was offered the chance to do it I certainly wouldn’t give it up, but I really, really, preferably would travel with at least one companion. Traveling is one of those experiences I’d want to share with someone, and I would hate if I had to go back to my hotel room at the end of the day with no one to talk to. who would you call a lyrical genius? Laura Jane Grace. how do you treat yourself? My go-to gift for myself is giving into my cravings hahaha. Nothing speaks more to me than food, and if I feel like I deserve a reward for a job well done, I’ll go to a slightly more expensive restaurant to celebrate. do you have an interesting passport? Idk, it’s a normal one and I never had it customized or anything. are you going to pursue a career according to what you enjoy? I hope I get to. I really enjoyed my PR internship and I’d love to be headed there. what happens to your old clothes? They go to the very back or the very bottom of my wardrobe for the most part. My mom will make us throw out clothes we don’t like anymore once a year, so that’s the time I get to get rid of them. what's your favorite frozen treat? Cornetto ice cream is one of my faaaaavorite comfort snacks. The end of the cone where they save chocolate chunks is the best part. who supports you financially? My parents. Getting increasingly guiltier about it by the day, too. if you wanted to go to the movie cinema, how would you get there? I would wait for the clock to strike midnight tonight, because in 48 minutes they’ll finally loosen lockdown rules AND I CAN FINALLY GO OUT. Hahaha. After that I’ll jump to my car, drive out of the village, take a u-turn, and I’m there. how many pillows are on your bed? Two big ones. would you pay more for organic food? Only if I had the money for it. Organic food is a thing of the (very) privileged here and is not very accessible to begin with, unless you’re in posher grocieries. have you ever had a crush on a sibling's friend or a friend's sibling? I haven’t. I’d find it weird considering they’re all a bit younger than me. do you have a friend who mooches? what to do about it? (or is it you?) She’s never done it with me but I’ve heard enough horror stories about her to know that she tends to do this, but yeah Mils is apparently quite the moocher. I’m soooo not one; I’d wait for my friends to offer to pay for stuff, but otherwise I’m fighting them over the bill lmao. do you know much about feng shui? (do you use it?) I’m not knowledgeable on it but I’m definitely familiar with it, because we have a rather large Filipino-Chinese community/culture in the country that glorifies feng shui during Chinese New Year season. I don’t really have a choice but have Chinese culture shoved down my throat whether it’s in the news, the media, or my Chinese friends. how would you make friends in a quiet class? I preferably wouldn’t because I’m only interested in getting good grades and getting that class over with hahaha. But if I was interested in making a friend or two, I’d typically scan the classroom and see who seems to be responsible? Like if they take notes as hard as I do. are you generally a quick learner? No. I take some time, and I especially take long if the thing being taught is more hands-on, like origami. I’ve just never been good at following certain tasks, and I prefer learning from reading instructions. what's your favorite spot to read? Skywalk or the dining table. has anyone given you a nickname you didn't like? (what was it?) Not that I can recall. I’m okay with all of them. did you know that buddha is not considered a god to buddhists? Yes. do you save tickets from movies, etc.? If it’s a significant enough date or event, sure. I’ve kept my 2018 Paramore gig ticket to this day, but like I’ve thrown out my ticket for Knives Out because I hated the movie lol. without looking him up, who was jim morrison? Vocalist for The Doors. when's the last time your bedroom was painted/wallpapered? Idk, 2006 or 2007 when the house was being made? It’s never been repainted. teach me something in another language. (not french/chinese/german/arabic) Why so language-ist lmaooooooo uh “Nakauwi ka na?” means “Did you get home? / Have you gotten home?” what type of body wash did you last use? Idk, I never read the labels on it actually. what type of music do you like and why? Right now I’m into lo-fi because it makes me feel relaxed, but I’m also starting to get into the recent trend where today’s artists put out songs that sound like they’re from the 80s, like Dua Lipa’s Physical or The Weeknd’s Blinding Lights - I think the genre is called synth pop/synthwave. They simply sound cool haha and they’re awesome to listen to while driving. if you randomly want to eat something in the house, do you eat it or wait? I check the time, like if we’re supposed to be having dinner soon, then act accordingly. who knows the most about you (besides yourself)? My girlfriend. do you have a nervous habit? (e.g. biting nails, tapping feet, smoking) Plucking eyebrow or eyelash hair, but that behavior is reserved for extreme cases where I’m incredibly and inconsolably anxious. On a milder day I would vape, sigh a lot, or bite my nails. how's your favorite pro sports team doing lately? I don’t watch sports with teams. would you be/are you a good role model to a younger sibling? I don’t get into trouble but I’m not the best influence either.

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pumpkinflash · 6 years ago

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What Could Have Been Chp. 7

Quickly taking the phase fruits out of your bag you place them on the table. Leaving the kitchen in search for the others you walk through Ember. ‘Oh, hey Ember what’s up?’ you ask.

“I…m looking…for my…brother”

‘Dust? I’m looking for him too! Actually, I’m looking for all of you. Got something super cool I want to show everyone,’ you exclaim with excitement in your thoughts as the two of you head into the living room.

“…What do you…want to…show us?”

Humming you rock your head side to side while you think for a moment. ‘Nope’ you pop the p “I’m not gonna tell you, not until everyone’s here” you think with a chuckle. Ember turns to face you with a sad pouty expression. ‘Aw come on, don’t be sad. Why were you looking for Dust anyway?’ Changing the topic so you won’t break under the skele-ghost’s intense pout.

He huffs in frustration as he shakes his head. “That Lazybones! …I wanted…to tell h…him my…opinions on the c…color swatches…Jupiter picked out…along with…t-the décor.” Ah that’s right, they finished all the renovation on the first floor, so they wanted to redecorate it. Jupiter was very excited about picking out paints and furniture for the living room and kitchen. We had to call a house meeting since he seemed to be over working himself with having job, fixing up house, cooking meals, and now decorating. We managed to convince him to focus on work and fixing up the rest of the house. Then after they save up a bit, they can work on repainting and decorating the house. Although, that doesn’t stop him from picking up paint swatches and interior design magazines.

‘Do you want me to look at them? We could check them out together and I can tell Jupiter your opinions later.’

Ember’s smile brightens “…That…would be l-lovely.” Entering the living room all the furniture was pushed against the wall and out of the way from the door and stairs. The current furniture is old and rickety with mysterious stains as if they had gotten their furniture from the dump. They were comfortable but didn’t offer much support. However, they weren’t made for someone of Jupiter’s height. Sinking into the couch with Ember floating beside you. The two of you start going over the furniture magazine, deciding it might be easier to pick paint swatches if you knew what furniture pieces to pick.

Flipping through the pages you start to learn each other’s taste in interior design. You prefer gothic, modern, and natural designs. As far as the colors for rooms, you prefer neutral colors. Blue, beige, grey, tan, white, and certain shades of green. Being a traveling merchant, you never stayed in a home or house for long if at all. When you needed to rest or sleep during your travels you slept in the ground, so you aren’t a good judge of comfort.

Ember on the other hand knew a lot about furniture and what makes them comfortable and good for the skeletal structure. Ironic since he’s a ghost now. We share similar interest in modern and nature design, but he also likes the rustic cottage feel. He does like neutral colors but prefers brighter colors. Not to the point of being blinding or painful to the eyes, but more warm colors or a subtle splash of color. To brighten the room, give the room energy, and ties everything together. He doesn’t care too much for your gothic design inputs claiming that there is enough depression in the household already.

It is his house, so you don’t really fight him on it. The two of you spent a couple more minutes going over furniture and paint swatches. It usually ends up with you agreeing or making compromises on the paints combining bright colors with neutral ones. While Ember was reading up on a couch that flips out to be a bed and had a storage area underneath, you notice talking coming from the kitchen.

‘Hey, I think the guys are back’ You didn’t even hear the back door open or them entering the house. You must have been more into the discussion than you realized. Ember looks up from his reading to look at the kitchen. ‘Do you want to go tell them about some of the furniture and swatches that we liked?’ Standing you stretch your arms and back before turning to look at Ember.

“…No…n…not yet.” He says while shaking his head. “…You��had s-some…thing to s…share.” He looks at you expectantly with excitement in his eyes. Despite the long conversation about interior design he still remembered your little surprise, well no point in keeping him waiting.

‘Come on then let’s go show everyone!’ Excitement is starting to creep into your voice as you wave for Ember to follow you into the kitchen. You’re curious as to how they’ll react when they eat it, you bet they’ll be shocked, Jupiter will probably enjoy it.

Entering the kitchen, you freeze. Eye sockets glued to the skeletons in front of you. Dust has his arms on the table resting his head on top of them as he sleepily looks toward Mars and Jupiter. Jupiter is busy putting up the crops he got from working while Mars is sitting diagonally from Dust eating one of your phase fruits. Taking slow and measured steps toward the table you don’t hear anything, you’re too busy looking at the phase fruits on the table. You put about ten phase fruit on the table when you got back but there’s currently four left. So, they all had at least one, right?

You were starting to get nervous. Phase fruits were something that was fun to eat when you knew what was going on but without warning it could be a very terrifying event. Ember flew into your field of vision right as Mars placed his hand on your shoulder.

“You doing okay kid?” Mars asked looking concern. Glancing around the room you notice that everyone is quiet and looks concerned.

Shaking your hands to loosen them up and to calm you down, you start signing. “Guys, how many of that yellow fruit did you eat?” You knew they probably didn’t know what a phase fruit was, so you went with descriptions.

“YOU MEAN THIS?” Jupiter holds up a phase fruit for you to see and you nod your head in confirmation. “I BELIEVE WE ALL HAD TWO EACH. WHY?” He asks with a tilt of his head.

One phase fruit last for about four hours and the affects should start kicking in soon. “Okay that was a mystic fruit. I need you to trust me right now. We need to get outside fast.” You feel Mars hand tense on your shoulder.

“what do ya mean mystic fruit?” Dust demands standing from his chair with a slight glare.

He flickers like a flame about to be blown out before he starts to skin through the floor and hands through the table. Grabbing Mars by his hand you run towards the door. When you reach the kitchen doorway you feel Mars hand disappear, looking back he’s also phasing through the floor. His eyes lights are extinguished.

Thinking quickly ‘Ember! Tell Dust to teleport them outside!’

“Y-YN! W-WHAT’S HAPPENING!?” Jupiter is phasing through the floor at a quicken pace. His arm outstretched pointing towards Mars and Dust who are about halfway through the floor. “I-I CAN’T GRAB HOLD OF THEIR SOUL!” You can tell that Jupiter is starting to panic. His panic combined with his excess and uncontrolled use of magic is causing him the sink faster.

You need to calm them down, you need to get them outside. “You need to calm down. You aren’t in any Danger. Mars, Dust you need to teleport yourselves and Jupiter outside.”

But no one was reading. No one was looking in your direction, to see what you signed. Mars was sinking at a faster rate trying to use his magic to grab Jupiter’s soul and Jupiter was doing the same. Mars was up to his armpits and Jupiter was down to his waist. Dust just stood there looking at Ember with vacant eye sockets. He was shaking slightly as though he was having an internal battel. You could feel his magic following wildly in the room, most of it aimed at you.

Shaking your arms, you move towards Mars ‘Ember tells Dust they ate Phase fruits.’ You bend down in front of Mars waiting for the moment to strike. He looks at you for a moment, horror and panic in his expression. ‘It causes whoever eats it to phase through objects. It’s harmless and the effects only last for four hours, eight in this case. If he calms down, you can show them how to control the magic so they can phase at will.’ Mars’ armpits become solid for just a second. Gripping him under his armpits you standup and with all your strength spin around and through him at the wall, and Dust who was in the way. Luckily for everyone Mars whole body phased through both Dust and the wall. As long as they get outside you can follow them even if they phase through the ground.

“Move to the Right!” Ember yells with panic in his voice. Following his orders without hesitation you narrowly avoid getting steward with bones. Taking a brief glance at Dust his left eye light burned brightly with a vibrant purple haze of magic. Ember keeps giving you directions to help dodge Dust’s attack. Keeping your sockets locked on Jupiter you tone everything out except Jupiter and Ember.

Jupiter’s mouth is moving but you don’t hear anything. Watching his body phase in and out of existence at different rates. You want to sign to him in hope of calming him down, so he won’t phase as fast but it’s hard when Dust keeps attacking.

“Left…Right…Duck…Jump…” Ember kept giving you orders.

You shouldn’t have brought the phase fruit back.

“Duck!” Sliding under the sharp bones you reach Jupiter and grab his hand trying to pull him up before it phases again. You manage to get him half way out, but he’s too tall to replicate what you did with Mars, you won’t be able to throw him.

Click.

Your soul turned blue. Dust lifts his hand and you by extension, Jupiter’s hand phases through yours but his arm is solid. Quickly you grip his arm as Dust flings you away. Yanking Jupiter with you, you throw him towards the wall and watch as he phases through it.

Just one more.

You get slammed into the adjacent wall. “Move!” Ember yells voice becoming more panicked by the second. Pushing yourself off the wall blue magic incasing your soul brings you down to the floor. Bones shot out from the wall behind you as soon as you landed on the floor. Dust’s sucks his teeth making a tsk sound, before throwing you to the opposite wall. You hit the cabinets and the counter top before falling to the floor. Like last time bones appear from the wall just seconds after you fell to the ground. It feels like the gravity around your soul has been altered to his will.

Checking his states your eye sockets would have widen if they could, he’s stats were high. Higher than any skeleton you’ve ever seen.

“Dust”

LV 20

HP 99/99

AT 30 (99)

DF 30 (99)

EXP: 99999

Traitor.

H-he, he could kill you in one hit. Feeling the gravity shift around your soul once more you’re thrown into the air. Quickly you stick your hand into your bag ’calming potion’. Your body is slammed into the ceiling of the kitchen. Your body won’t be able to take much more of this, your vision is already going fuzzy at the edges.

“BROTHER! PLE-ASE STOP!” Ember cries out as he flies around in Dust’s face.

Dust’s eye lights are focused solely on you. Eye light still aflame with magic as his smile becomes sinister and unhinged. He ignores Ember please as he lowers his arm and you with it. Before you reach the ground, you throw the calming potion at Dust’s feet. He dodges out of the way, but he lets go of your soul in the process. The calming potion breaks into pieces as the glass container hits the ground. Leaving a puddle of beige liquid on the floor. Your body flops to the ground.

“heh, finally decidin’ to fight back huh.” Dust’s voice is emotionless and unhinged. He lifts his hand to reclaim your soul, when the room started to be filled with a beige smoke. The smoke starts to spread all throughout the kitchen as the liquid slowly evaporates. “w-what is this”. He raises his hand and instead of going up with it you feel magic concentrating underneath. You narrowly dodge the bones that come out from the floor. Although some did manage to hit your arm and ribs.

HP: 3/5

‘Ember! That was a calming potion, Dust should be easier to talk to now. Try explaining to him again.’ You plead to Ember, you need to get through to Dust. You need to help Mars and Jupiter! Feeling Dust grip your soul you flinch and prepare for his next attack. Your body is lifts off the ground, tensing you wait for an attack that never comes. Looking towards Dust he seems to have calm down as he listens to Ember frantically trying to explain the situation. He lowers his hand slamming you down against the floor. You can feel some of your bones chipping.

“BROTHER!”

He raises his hand bring you up with it, weakly you sign to him. “I’m sorry Dust. I-I wanted to show you guy the phase fruits, to teach you how to use it properly. I-I didn’t expect-” You were your slammed into the floor. Bones creaking you lift your hands “you guys to eat it. Mars and Jupiter are safe. I wanted…them outside so I could reach them if they phase through the ground.” He lifted you off the ground again. “I can phase through the ground but not the floor or the foundation of the house. Please, trust me Sans! Let me go and I can teach them how to control the phase fruit’s magic! Please!” You beg him while still hovering in mid-air, Ember trying his hardest to convince him to stop.

Dust looks into your eye sockets for a moment before looking down at your soul.

She means no harm and wants your trust.

The purple haze around his left eye socket vanishes and his magic lets go of your soul, causing you to fall the ground with a thump. Some of the tension starts to leave him but you can tell he’s keeping a watchful eye on you. Through this little battle it seems like Dust has managed to control the fruit’s magic, he’s not sinking any more.

You try pulling yourself up to your feet only to tumble over. Leaning on the counter for support until your legs can cooperate.

“Y-YN…are y…you okay?” Ember floats over to you concern written all over his face.

Standing up you move to the exit of the kitchen ‘Well, I’m not dying. I’ll need to heal later but the other two are probably freaking out being trapped in the Earth’s crust.’ Weakly you head outside ‘I think they still have six hours until the effects of the fruit wear off. Please convince Dust to come outside. He may have control of it for now, but I don’t want to risk him phasing into the foundation of the house. I won’t be able to reach him if he does.’ Ember nods and flies toward his brother as you continue to the back yard.

Looking around the yard the skeleton brother are in fact, nowhere on the surface. Walking to the area where you threw them you start phasing through the ground. Your ribs hurt, your spin hurts, everything just hurts. You want to heal and sleep, but you need to help your friends. You should’ve used the calming potion early, you should’ve used the calming potion back when they first started phasing.

You shouldn’t have left them on the table.

You shouldn’t have brought the phase fruit.

They’ll hate you.

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They hate you.

Shaking your head, now isn’t the time for depressing thoughts. Looking through the dirt and searching for any magic signatures, it isn’t long before you find Jupiter. He’s frozen in the ground. Completely solid, trapped in the ground surrounded by dirt. He looks like he was doing an army crawl, with his right arm stretched out in front of him. Mouth open as those he was frozen right as he started yelling. He must have been reaching for Mars before he body solidified in the ground. You can tell from the way his magic is running rampant that he’s panicking.

It’s all your fault.

Moving towards him you bring him in for a hug, letting your magic calm and sooth him. Feeling his body tense for a moment before he starts to relax and flinch, as though he’s trying to move. Separating from the skeleton and hearing a slight muffled sound in return you sigh as best you can in front of him. Hoping he can see what you’re saying from around the dirt “Papyrus please calm down. You’re safe, Mars is safe, Dust is safe, I’m safe. Everyone is safe so please relax.” The tension in his shoulder lessen a little. “You ate a phase fruit, it allows you to phase through objects. It’s magic and works the same as other forms of magic. It’s based on intent.” You look into his eye sockets, “Just calm down and focus. Think about floating up to the surface. Don’t worry about the phasing or anything else, I’ll be here with you okay.” You reassure him, hoping that it’ll working and that he can do this.

His magic calms down and refocuses itself as he closes his eye sockets. His body turns transparent as he starts to float upwards. You follow him without hesitation as he continues to ascend towards the surface. He opens his eye sockets and looks down to you see you just below him “You’re doing great Paps! You’re almost to the surface. Once you get up there just think about being solid and standing firm on the ground.” Jupiter nods his head with a gentle smile, relief evident on his face.

Once Jupiter breaks the surface he does as you instruct. It takes him a while to get the hang of it, but you stay by his side. Helping him and letting your magic flow around him to keep him calm. Once he’s fully on the surface he brings you into a tight hug. “Thank you.” He says as tears stream down his face.

You don’t deserve it.

Dust places his hand on Jupiter’s shoulder, gaining his attention. “come on, she’s gotta go get your bro.” Jupiter looks at him for a second before wiping away his tears and letting you go with a nod.

“Please help my brother.” Jupiter asks is a small voice. Giving him a determined nod, you sink back into the ground and swim in what you assume to be Mars’ direction. Only going off the direction Jupiter’s outstretched hand was pointing in. Mars was further down than Jupiter, but it didn’t take you long to find him. Similar to Jupiter he was frozen. It looked like he was falling when someone froze him. Jacket open, hand out stretched in Jupiter’s direction, and eye sockets vacant. Unlike Jupiter though, you could barely feel his magic it was like he gave up and accepted his fate.

Hugging the small skeleton, he twitches slightly before going limp in your arms. Moving his face so he’s only inches apart from your own, you stare into his eye sockets. Nothing.

He’s not there.

You need to bring him back but how.

You try to think about your options; you could bring him to the surface yourself but it would be difficult and take a while, maybe Jupiter could snap him out of it, or you could try signing maybe knowing his brothers are okay will bring him back, but it doesn’t seem like he’s seeing you. Mentally gulping you wrap your legs around his hip and bring him closer until you’re in a position where you’re sitting in Mars’ lap. Bringing your hand to your chest, you pull out your soul.

It’s a bright beige inverted heart that floats shyly in between you two. You cup your soul with both hands as you nervously look down to focus. Focus on your magic, release calm waves, calming thoughts, reassure him, explain the situation to him, apologize let him know you’re here for him. You feel your soul brush up against your fingertips.

‘DON’T BOND!’ You scream at your soul slightly panicking. This situation is embarrassing and dangerous enough we don’t need to make it worse. You’re not even sure if it would work with a monster skeleton. Does it work the same way with them? Two hands firmly grip your wrist, causing you to look up at Mars. His face is flushed a navy blue as sweat rolls down his head. His eye light is back, and you can tell he’s trying hard not to look at your soul as he moves your hand closer to your chest. Getting the message, you bring your soul back into your body, noticing the relief and reluctance of doing so.

“

Ah umm w-welcome back… heh R-ready to go back up?

” You ask feeling nervous and awkward. Mars’ body turns transparent as he gives you a nod. The two of you start heading up to the surface in a weirdly comfortable yet awkward silence. Once you reach the surface and Mars’ body returns to being solid Jupiter tackles his brother. Crying while he holds him close, you can’t make out what he’s saying through the sobs and tears, but Mars seems to get the message.

#skeleonxskeleton #undertale fan-fic #undertale #what could have been #later half of chapter 7

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