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mamabear-elinor · 3 years ago

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THE FORGING OF BITTER BONDS

V. Five Times Sorcha Flirted with Elinor...and one time Elinor flirted back. January 1993-June 1993

[cw -- some vomiting (from illness) that’s it for this one tho woo!]

→ → → January → → → “I got you something!” Sorcha’s arm appeared in front of Elinor’s nose, her bangles jangling loudly in the library, as she wiggled the little bag with colorful tissue paper sticking out of it. She moved into Elinor’s line of sight the next moment, plopping into the chair next to her.

“We’re in a library,” Elinor protested, but she took the bag from her. Sorcha just shrugged and lounged in the seat as if she was in her living room. She had a way of looking comfortable wherever she was. Elinor was jealous of it, considering she had spent the last few months of school not wanting to get comfortable anywhere. And, besides that, didn’t know how to be comfortable. Sometimes, she felt as if she was either five years older than her peers or had somehow grown up in a different universe. Their behaviors alien, their laughter loud, their words crass. Of course, Marigold took to it like a fish to water. Elinor had always felt stiff and awkward, like there was a tattoo on her forehead that branded her as a fish out of water.

“How did you know it was my birthday?” Elinor asked suspiciously, keeping her voice low. It was the middle of the day, so there weren’t many people around. She liked to squirrel away in the darkest parts of the library, where no one could find her. A habit leftover from childhood, she suspected.

“I asked Marigold, of course. I needed to know that I was right?” Sorcha replied with a smile, her voice the same volume it always was: loud.

“Right about what?”

“Your birth chart. And I was, by the way. You’re such a Capricorn.” She flicked a page of Elinor’s book, which earned her a scowl.

“I don’t know what that means,” Elinor sniffed primly, pulling her book into her lap where it would be safe from further abuse.

“I’m a Pisces, so don’t worry. We will get along.”

Elinor didn’t know what to say to that. She blushed slightly and grabbed the bag, just for something to do. Pulling out the tissue paper, she reached in and grabbed something small, smooth. It was a keychain of a golden sun, its rays stretching outwards. The metal work was lovely and carefully crafted. Elinor knew how delicate such work would be.

“Thank you,” Elinor told her, realizing that she had not received many gifts for her birthday. A new dress from her father and mother (though, Elinor had a feeling someone else had picked it out. Considering her mother could hardly look at her.) A set of hair pins from her sister. Wool for knitting from a few of the staff at the castle. Marigold had gotten the book for her that Elinor had mentioned she wanted, but that was as personalized as gifts got. “It’s lovely.”

→ → → February → → → The weather was cold and damp. One of the worst months of the year, in Elinor’s opinion.

Of course, Sorcha did not think so. As they walked back from class, Elinor hurried along, only to notice that Sorcha was no longer next to her on the way back to the dorms. When she looked over her shoulder, she found her standing in the middle of the field, her hat off, snowflakes caught in the tight curls of her dark hair.

“Sorcha!” Elinor hissed, backtracking and stomping toward her friend through the snow.

“Let’s make snowmen!” She flopped back into the snow.

“You’re going to catch your death,” Elinor told her matter-of-factly as she came up to her and peered down at her.

“And what a glorious way to die!” Her hand, which had been moving back and forth to create her wings, reached out and grabbed Elinor’s ankle and swept it out from under her.

Elinor yelped and lifted her foot up, trying to shake Sorcha off, but she just gave a tug, knocking Elinor off balance and sending her sprawling to the ground next to Sorcha. “Hey!” Elinor gasped as the cold snow started seeping into her trousers. She shivered but she reached behind her, grabbing a handful of snow and throwing it right into Sorcha’s face.

“Eghad! She fights back!” Sorcha laughed after her moment of shock wore off. She sat up so that they were facing each other, their hips nearly touching. Perhaps it was just because it was cold, but Elinor could feel the warmth of Sorcha’s body, even through her thick coat.

“Of course I do,” Elinor sniffed and couldn’t help but remember the Winter’s Ball. Of course I did. Something curled in her stomach, a tug that made her look away from Sorcha’s dark eyes, dancing with mirth. She swallowed, then stood up, brushing the snow from her clothes and holding out her gloved hand for Sorcha--whose hands were bare, because she was a bloody idiot. Sorcha let Elinor pull her to her feet, but then stayed, clutching to her hand, even as Elinor began to walk off.

When she stopped again, glancing down at their hands in confusion, Sorcha shrugged in that way she did. As if she wasn’t confined by gravity and barely staying on earth. That simple movement was an acknowledgement of how her body wanted to leave this earth. “My hands are cold.”

They walked back to the dorm hand in hand, not talking.

→ → → March → → → It’s Sorcha’s birthday this time.

“I want to spend the day with you,” Sorcha told Elinor as she laid, sprawled on Marigold and Elinor’s couch. She was looking at Elinor in that way that made her feel as if Sorcha could see exactly what Elinor was feeling.

Elinor’s arms crossed over her chest and she bit down on the inside of her cheek. Her heart felt as if it was going to beat out of her chest. The feeling made her even more nervous than Sorcha’s declaration. She wondered if she should, perhaps, stop seeing Sorcha so much. Something about her burned. After all, she was brightness incarnate, if names were to be believed.

“Aw, I think that’s so cute!” Marigold says from her spot curled up in the arm chair. “I would totally come with you but it’s the women’s rugby match and I can’t let the team down.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come?” Elinor asked Marigold, turning desperately to her friend. “I’ve never missed a match.”

“And we’ve never won one!” Marigold laughed brightly. “Besides, Thomas is coming up from Oxford and we’re going to be spending the weekend together anyway. He will be my new lucky charm, so don’t worry about me.”

That made the clawing in Elinor’s stomach worse. “Fine. I mean--yes. I’ll go.”

“Oh, you’re the best, Ells.”

Elinor wrinkled her nose. “Don’t call me that.”

“Alright, sunshine.”

Don’t call me that either. Elinor blushed.

→ → → April → → → “You don’t look so good, sunshine,” Sorcha appeared in the mirror of the bathroom behind Elinor. She hadn’t even heard the door open, or a knock.

“Ugh, get out,” Elinor mumbled from where her face was in the toilet.

“You’re not pregnant are you?” Sorcha asked as she came and sat on the lip of the tub, leaning her elbows on her knees. Her brow was furrowed with uncharacteristic concern.

“What? No!” Elinor used the rest of her energy to shout in alarm. Just the idea of something like that. Hilarious. Laughable. Her mother would kill her. “I must’ve eaten--” her words were cut off by another bout of sickness. She heard the water running in the sink and the next moment, there was a cool cloth on the back of her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed as she laid her cheek on the disgusting toilet seat and reached up to flush.

It had been a long time since someone had taken care of her while she was sick. Her mother had never had the stomach for it and as soon as she’d outgrown her nanny, it was up to her. Thankfully, she did not get sick often. Which she credited to her great love of the outdoors.

“Go away,” she croaked.

“And leave you to drown in chunder and toilet water? I don’t think so,” Sorcha chuckled. “Don’t worry. If I catch whatever you have, you can put a cool cloth on my neck whilst I vomit.”

“Why are you doing this?”

There was a long pause. So long that Elinor thought maybe she’d imagined saying it.

“You’re my friend.”

“Marigold and she went to stay somewhere else so she didn’t catch it.”

Sorcha didn’t say anything, she just got up from where she was sitting. “I’m going to go make you some ginger tea and then maybe we can move you to the couch and get you a pail. Maybe watch a movie.”

“Do not,” Elinor feebly protested.

“You’re lucky you look so helpless and cute right now,” Sorcha laughed at her before disappearing.

→ → → May → → → “This is so cool,” Marigold giggled as they made their way down into the basement of the art history building, dragging Elinor by her sleeve. It was dark and cold and damp. The building was old, but it was not a castle. It had been built specifically as a university and not one that was supposed to have stood for four hundred years. Which meant that the basement leaked. It smelt of mold and the cold.

They found the door that they had been directed to and stepped inside. There was not a single light except for candles that flickered off the wet walls of the little storage room. Elinor and Marigold crammed into the room, Elinor doing her best not to brush against the walls, unless she get some sort of slime on her fine wool sweater. A shiver ran down her spine and while she knew nothing nefarious had ever happened in these catacombs, she really also hoped that she wasn’t about to be part of one.

“Do you think Sorcha tricked us down here for a ritual sacrifice?”

Marigold barked a laugh, making several people turn and look at them. She did not get a chance to respond, however, for the next moment Sorcha appeared on the stage as if by magic. Her dark skin seemed to absorb the light from the candle around her, making it a warm brown, reminding Elinor of summertime, not a damp, dingy basement with grey walls and unnameable sludge.

There was a smattering of clapping, Elinor followed along, not sure what the protocol is. (If you don’t know the etiquette, follow others. Always follow. Never lead.) It wasn’t until the sound of her own clapping, loud and harsh, reached her ears that she realized everyone else had been snapping gently.

Elinor blushed, just as Sorcha’s eyes found her in the near darkness. “This poem is for my friend, who inspired it.”

Another round of snapping. Elinor did not join in. Instead, her heart was clenched in her chest.

Elinor had read all the greats of poetry, of course. Dickinson. Wordsworth. Yeats. Keats. Blake. She had, also indulged a bit in Maya Angelou. Hughes. Plath. Elinor loved poetry. She loved the stories that the lyrical words could tell.

She did not know how she felt about this poem about dark, straight hair like a river at night or pale, rosy cheeks. Noses in books. Heads in toilets. Brightness. Illumination.

When Sorcha’s poem finished, Elinor turned on her heel and fled.

→ → → June → → → Elinor was drunk.

Elinor never got drunk. Usually, at uni parties, she trailed behind Marigold to make sure she didn’t get in a fight or fall down a flight of stairs and break her neck. But Marigold was in London, visiting Thomas. Her exams had finished before Elinor’s and--Elinor didn’t want to go home. She didn’t have a sweet, handsome boyfriend to visit.

All she had was her cold castle and her cold mother to return to. Her disappointed father and her judgemental sister. The only person she missed was Dawn. And Dawn, as her mother often reminded her, was not a person.

“Hey there, sunshine.” It was Sorcha, having found her sitting on the back steps of whatever house this party was at. Elinor couldn’t remember.

“Of course you’d be here,” Elinor scoffed, gesturing at Sorcha.

Sorcha just chuckled and shrugged. “Sorry to disappoint.” She sat down on the steps next to Elinor.

Elinor scowled. “You aren’t disappointing me with your--” Elinor gestured again.

“My--?” Sorcha’s eyebrows were lifted now.

“Yes, your--the way you--how do you do that?”

“Er, not sure I’m following there, sweetness.”

“Do that thing where you make it seem like nothing bothers you.”

“Nothing does bother me.”

“How is that possible, how can it not bother you? Don’t you worry? Don’t you care?”

Sorcha just glanced out into the dark. “Sure, I care. That’s not the same thing as being bothered.”

It was to Elinor. She was bothered by everything, because she cared so much. She was bothered by the roundness of Sorcha’s shoulder, like a stone. She was bothered that she wanted to touch it. Feel Sorcha’s warm skin under her fingers. That Sorcha made her feel this way. Made her feel seen, understood. Elinor didn’t even understand herself half of the time, but Sorcha just seemed to know. What she needed. When she needed it.

She turned to look at Elinor now, her chin resting on her bicep from where she’d wrapped her arms around her knees. She smiled. It was a soft smile. An inviting smile. Her lips looked smooth and inviting as they curled in the corners. Her eyes were two warm, dark pools like the lochs that Elinor had been warned about as a child. The ones she used to dip her toes in anyway, just to feel that shiver of daring.

Before she could think about it, she dove in--pressing her lips against Sorcha’s.

They were chillier than she expected and it made her draw back after just a moment, though she didn’t fully pull away. Sorcha’s breath ghosted over her lips and that was warm and tasted like honey, despite the cheap beer they’d been drinking. It was Sorcha who nudged her chin forward the second time and kissed Elinor. Her hand snaked around Elinor’s neck and drew her in.

And Elinor was right: Sorcha was warm. She warmed Elinor. All the way down to her toes as their kiss deepened. Her own fingers curled against Sorcha’s bicep as if she needed to hold on, as if Sorcha had sucked the gravity out of Elinor and made her feel weightless.

When the kiss broke, Elinor felt like rain on a window pane, like falling snow.

“I do care,” Sorcha repeated softly. “I care about you.”

#the forging of bitter bonds #five times #self para #featuring marigold harrington #featuring sorcha benjumea #heheeheuaeluselag

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second-chance-stray · 4 years ago

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RP Log: Rising is sick, and Cravs won’t have it.

Cravendy Hound is busy moving all sorts of wooden furniture from her room to a series of boxes that litter the company foyer. It’s hard work, and something that demands her full attention until the task is done. She wipes her forehead free of sweat with the back of her hand. Finally, it was quiet again...and in that silence, perhaps there were subtle things that Cravs would now notice?

Rising Lotus at some point during Cravs moving everything back and forth, Rising had slipped through, groaning a bit as she was still looking quite ill. She climbed the stairs to get herself some water, groggy curses coming from her mouth as most of the grub was moved up there some time ago. As she made her way to the bottom of the stairs, she leaned against the banister, watching Cravs move the stuff for quite a while, she didn't want to hold her up as she shambled back to her room.

Cravendy Hound: “Eh? Well, if it ain’t the flyin’ flower ‘erself.” Cravs claps her hands together in order to get the last bit of dust off of them, and then quickly jogs over before Rising is able to make it back to her room. Closer now, she’s able to see how much of a mess the other woman is. Clearly sick, and clearly suffering. Cravs stops in her tracks. “Oi bugger, ye look like shite...don’t tell me yer still sick?”

Rising Lotus cocked her head a bit as she was addressed. "Flyin'...oh, I get it." she let out a weak chuckle that turned into cough. "Yeah I guess so... don't usually get hit this...." her hand twirled as she tried to think of the word "Hard..? Ugh." sniffling, she ran her hand over her hair to try and unmess it up. "I'm at least able to walk about a bit now, was sleepin' all day first day."

(Cravendy Hound) I don't know what's worse. When it rains after snow and everything's gross slush, or after when the water freezes, forming ice/snow. And then everyone starts slipping, people + cars both D:< )) (Rising Lotus) The worst part is people that live in it for years that forget how to drive in it the second it starts up again. Also you really got me with Flying Flower x3))

Cravendy Hound crosses her arms with a frown, feeling somewhat responsible. If she had brought an umbrella, or hadn’t insisted on going fishing that day, then none of this would’ve happened. In fact, wasn’t Rising there when they were fighting the Dodo at Dirtpatch?! A judgement forms in Crav’s head...that Rising is just going to get worse if left to her own devices. Cravs shakes her head in concern. “What are ye dealin’ with? Fever, chills, a cough...?”

Rising Lotus nodded slowly after each symptom Cravs listed off "Aye..sneezin' an' uh... head feelin'..." bringing her hand close, she'd pull them apart with her fingers extending "Jus', ya know...pressure-y. Got some things to help with it, jus' still takin' awhile to get uh... " she brought her hand up to rub her temple "all better I guess. Ugh.."

(Cravendy Hound) hope it wasn't too confusing xD )) (Rising Lotus) It was something where I read it and got it, then it got funnier and cuter the more I started thinking it over lol)) (Cravendy Hound) well here comes more blisteringly sweet stuff xD ))

Cravendy Hound: “Stop figetin’ for a sec, will ye?” Without thinking, Cravs lifts the hair that usually covers her face, and gets close to touch foreheads with Rising. She stays like this for a second, then pulls back looking angier than before. “Bloody scrag, ‘ow are ye even standin’ right now? Yer burning up. Come on, let’s get ye into a bed afore ye set the stairs on fire with that fever of yers.”

Cravendy Hound grabs Rising’s wrist and, while attempting to drag the other woman along, makes a beeline towards the clinic. It’s during this time that her actions begin to catch up in her mind. Damnit, old habits die hard. As soon as she could, she’d have to explain...that.

(Cravendy Hound) it's something my mom used to do w/ me :D )) (Cravendy Hound) ALSO Cravs def sees Rising like a lil sis (which she pretty much sees everyone as) but I'll throw wood onto the proverbial fire for potential goofy hijinks ))

Rising Lotus 's eyes went wide as Cravs was so suddenly touching foreheads with her, frozen as she wasn't quite sure how to react to, whatever was happening. "W-what are..." despite her paleness, there was the smallest tinge of red in her cheeks as Cravs pulled away. "O-oh...That's...huh." still processing, she was easily dragged along to wherever Cravs was taking her. As she watched her door pass by she started to weakly protest. "You don't have to toss me in there...don't want to be..." she lifted her arm to cough into her sleeve " a bother to people actually needin' the, the help."

(Cravendy Hound) ahhaha )) (Cravendy Hound) o we can move to the actual clinic. It looks super cool :> )) (Rising Lotus) Also that was super cute xD and it'll be good for Rising to have someone like that! Hasn't been close in anyone for while since her wife left))

Cravendy Hound chuckles at Rising’s weak protests. “This place is exactly for people like ye!” Cravs tugs her to the corner, and then sets her down on the bed. “Now, lie down ‘ere, and don’t move.” She commands, and then heads off to search the medical cabinets for anything that might help alleviate her friend’s symptoms. After some rummaging, she first comes back with a small hand towel, soaking in a bowl of cool water.

Cravendy Hound - As she lifts her sleeves and gets the towel ready, she rambles on absentmindedly. “I used to do this all the time for my little sis. She was always catchin’ colds and doin’ otherwise dumb shite...stupidly brave, she was.” Cravs pauses for a second, and then grimaces. “S-so that’s what the ‘ead bump was about! Er. Sorry. Probably crossed a line there.”

Rising Lotus plopped down onto the bed, groaning a bit as Cravs ordered her to lay down. She did it of course, but if her friend would ask it would because she wanted to. "You don't have to do all this ya know..." she sounded a bit sheepish "I can...probably.." considering how many days she was out maybe this was the proper course of action. A weak scowl escaped her lips "Gods damn it, we ain't known each other long enough for ya to see me in such a pitiful state." she rested her hand on her forehead >

Rising Lotus: Before dragging it down her face. Crav's explaining the forehead bopping did cause her to smirk though. "O-okay... d-don't do that to a girl without some warnin'..my ma always jus' used her hand back in the day."

Cravendy Hound awkwardly laughs in response. “I wasn’t thinkin’, but yeah. Yer right, yer right....” Memories of similarly awkward misunderstandings bubble to the surface, one after the other like a chain reaction. Cravs becomes as stiff as a board as she recalls a particularly embarrassing moment, one that made it all the way to the bedroom before she realized what was going on.

Cravendy Hound ‘s face slowly becomes beet red as the conversation that followed, terrible and idiotic, plays word for word back to her in her head. As her captain had always told her...she was as perceptive as a log when it came to things of that nature. Cravs abruptly clears her throat.

Cravendy Hound: “We’re both fighters. Nothin’ to be ashamed of. For every battle, there’s recovery.” She then presents the folded towel, pleasantly chilled, to Rising’s face. A gesture that, this time, asks...may I?

Rising Lotus grumbles a bit "I 'spose...won't get any cool scars or tales to tell 'bout it though." she gave Cravs a nod as the towel was brought over, the cool cloth helping to soothe her burning forehead. " Least it's jus' a cold this time...the last time I was, this..." she paused for a moment. "At least this sick...It was cause of a nasty bite." she raised her left arm up. "You can still kinda see it..." she must of thought she was pointing to it, but there was a fait bit mark on her forearm.

Rising Lotus: "Was poisonous too, an' the gobbie potion I took probably made it worse.." she took a deep breath before she continued, coughing lightly "So I was holed up in...the hole I lived in up there. Though Violet came all the way to help me...that was nice..." as she trailed off her eyes drifted towards the wall, staying silent on the matter after that.

Cravendy Hound places the towel over Rising’s forehead, and then peers at the scars on her arm. Healed over, but even still she could get a sense of how bad it was when the wound was fresh. Cravs bobs her head in admiration. “Must’ve been some bite. Were ye fightin’ some manner of ‘boro? Stinky buggers are all jaws, all legs. Bad business.”

Cravendy Hound doesn’t push about Violet. Though Cravs had a track record of bluntly nosing her way into other people’s business, it was only when she thought she could help. Here, she sensed Rising wasn’t ready to talk, and it certainly wasn’t her place to ask.

Rising Lotus "I can't say what it was. I mean, I KNOW what it is...I jus' can't.." she furrowed her brow as she apparently was having trouble with the word for not saying a word. "Ya know.. talk it. Great big bug..the bug folk in Dravania use 'em." she huffed, sounding a bit frustrated. "Gods, even thinkin' is takin' too much energy." a drawn out sigh left her lips, following by some more coughing. "Hey..." she looked up to Cravs "Thanks for..uh.. I guess this...not exactly draggin' me here but..."

Rising Lotus: flipped her hand up, hoping by now the Cravs would understand what she meant. " I 'spose this is probably a better place than my mess of a room.. an' the towel is far nicer than gettin' Hop to sit on my head."

Cravendy Hound: “Stop thinkin’ so much then, and get some rest. I’ll ask the medic to leave some medicine by the table for ye when ye wake up.” Cravs tilts her head, amused. She assumes ‘Hop’ is the sproutling that she’s seen trail Rising in the past, and looks around for it.

Cravendy Hound - Failing to find Hop, she gets ready to leave in order to give Rising some peace and quiet. Before she lets the curtain fall behind her, she turns around for one last thing. “If ye need anythin’, ye can...borrow this.” Cravs places a linkshell by the bedside table. “Don’t let me catch ye trippin’ down the stairs again.”

Rising Lotus nodded "Aye, I promis ya the next time ya see me, I'll be.." she shot Cravs a finger pistol, but couldn't quite get anything catchy out. She eventually gave up and shuffled in bed a bit, getting herself comfy. "I think I'll try restin' a bit till then though." her eyes started to drift closed, how could she feel so exhausted from just a trip up the stairs?

#ff14 rp logs #Cravendy Hound #Rising Lotus #SOFF......rp #it doesn't matter if the person is OLDER than cravs #if she's fond of you #she WILL be your guardian older sis #she WILL embarrass you #AND HERSELF

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pbandjesse · 4 years ago

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I slept so well last night it is wild. No pain!! I still have a little bit of redness around my piercing but I did not get woken up once and I woke up with no pain. Amazing. Im so pleased.

I do have other aches. I have some bruises that hurt, and a lump on my gums that keeps coming back. But Im trying my best to take care of those things. But they didnt bother me to much today.

I did have work. Which was annoying and like. We packed everything up. What were we supposed to do? Ugh.

So that changed my plans. I was going to go to target. But instead. I just spent my morning chilling. I woke up and felt good. I got washed and dressed. Last night James helped me try to curl my hair. It went. Alright. My hair looked great today so it is worth exploring again for sure. I had breakfast and played a little animal crossing. And it was a nice time.

James was working in the other room. And it was nice hearing him help people. He seems good at making people feel heard.

I would spend time drawing. Watching videos. It was a nice morning.

I did not want to go out though. I did not want to go to work. But I packed up a bag with crochet stuff. And had lunch. And tried to get myself ready emotionally. But that was hard.

I left here and listened to music. And got to the school way to early.

Which was fine. They had pizza for us. But then I got annoyed when I found out that a call went out yesterday and noone called me. Apparently the before and after care program I was supposed to work with in march is no longer happening. So today was my last day of this job, no notice. Cool! Like I knew I was off for 2 weeks but I felt a little blind sided.

So today felt weird. At least it was mostly a really fun time. I was with kindergarten and the girls were really sweet today. We played with blocks and I put on a podcast that told stories for kids. I let them pick the stories and we listened to 3 different ones. It was chill. And I had fun building with blocks with them.

One of the little girls brought in bubbles and a boy in the other class had valentine lolly pops for everyone. So once the room was cleaned up I brought the girls outside and we played with the bubbles. But because of the virus I had them just wave the wands instead of blowing them. It worked alright and it was fun! We were out there for a few minutes but it was cold and then one of them threw snow so we went back in for snack.

Snack was good. But soon I lost energy and just wanted to sit down. I did work on getting kids working on crochet. And handed out extra snacks. Enjoyed talking to my coworkers. One of them made a big deal about how she was going to miss me and I was a ray of sunshine and positivity and that felt so nice. The kids were fun but I felt bad because we didnt have any games for them. We didnt even have paper or things they could color. So I did my best but I had to try to pair them up to play together and make up games. But yeah. It was hard.

I got to leave a little early since all my kids went home. I will miss these coworkers. Its sad we didnt get to know eachother more but they were really nice to me.

I got home and was excited that I had some packages. My heart printed overalls came and they are great!!! I cant wait to wear them. They had a mistake on the pocket on the chest so I had to quickly seam rip and fix that but they fit great and Im so pleased. The dress I ordered came in a much more orange color then I was expecting. But I will try changing the color soon. Maybe Ill bleach it?? I havent tried that before. Well see.

I had dinner with James. And then worked on a little sewing. James is playing a video game. And now I am ready to take a shower and get in bed.

Tomorrow is supposed to snow and be gross. But it will still be a good day. I hope you all have a nice night. Sleep well everyone.

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tslasvegas · 4 years ago

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Episode 3: “UGH just rename Luxor to Loser” - Xavier

Well... that takes care of the Timmy problem... Love Timmy... Just didn’t know how our dynamic would be cus he was runner-up to the last survivor game I played which I won. Hm... Well...

That went well. There's nothing like a live video tribal to get people together. and stephen didn't react too badly. but i know now he won't work with me moving forward

I’m sorry I’m terrible at confessionals... So things are going well, I think we have a decent tribe but it is too soon to tell. I’m not a huge fan of creative challenges, at least from my previous game, I guess we will see how that goes. Most of the guys seem nice, still trying to feel everyone out.`

A 4-2 vote off is interesting. Someone is on the bottom for sure. Also, this next challenge is a creative challenge and when I do these solo I usually do really well. Hopefully I can channel that energy into a win for us here because two tribes are going to tribal. We’ll be down to 17 after this, so I’m not sure if we’d go into a tribe swap yet? Maybe 2 tribes of 8 with one person sitting out?

Oh hot dang, two tribes are going to tribal next time. Probably going to be us :( now it is time to make alliance chats!

....five seconds later

I suspect that after this double vote out that there will be a tribe swap. I hope I end up with Mo and Jaiden at least.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/17NPxKO_TKgqjNqsaWlbmlL0jgU36Aygi/view?usp=drivesdk

I really like this challenge. I feel confident about it but at the same time nervous that 2 tribes will be going to tribal. I really hope my tribe wins this one since I still don't know how the tribe feels about me. Wish me luck guys!

My tribe is not going to win this immunity challenge. Our nightclub is due just hours away and we have little nothing done. I am going to have to scramble soon.....I did nothing to help my tribe with the challenge, so if it is me that goes, I would understand

....five seconds later

Honestly, I want to keep Jaiden and Mo around because I feel closer with them than anyone else. I want to keep Kailyn around because she seems to make time for challenges. Everyone else I am okay with going home, Ben hasn't really done anything soooooo maybe him? Oof

If we lose, then it's 2/3rds my fault and 1/3 Stephen. We better not be on the chopping block if we do lose. This is a two person Tribe as of now. Bobby Jon and Stephenie.

...five seconds later

UGH just rename Luxor to Loser

Second we lose Ben finally responded to my pm’s..... hm..... alright....

Y’all rlly won with a PowerPoint SKDJDJSKLALALL

Some of these guys have an excuse for not giving input into the challenge. Some do not. If I go home because some americans could be bothered doing some base level discussion, ill be annoyed. If I go home because a tribe threw a challenge because they thought id be an easy vote, ill be pissed.

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All that hard work that went into this challenge really paid off! We scored the best and don’t have to attend tribal!! Which is absolutely exciting! Andrew told me he wanted to work together which is rad. Livingston and I want to work together which is radder. And Joey and i want to work together which is raddest. I haven’t spoken too much with Jeff lately even though we talked quite a bit early on. Pat and I speak occasionally. Stephanie and I didn’t really speak at all until recently but we’ve gotten into a good groove the last few days. I’m feeling pretty good about this game so far. I hope there’s no tribal swap or anything right away.

So when I get my chip total I'm gonna update Keegan. He is currently at a soap making class but I want him to know I am serious about working with him in this game and I think this is a good gesture. - keegan has let me know he has 4 chips and is willing to pool them over to me when we have enough so that we can unlock the store. I let him know I am okay with doing the same thing to him, whichever. But yes this is looking HOT for me. - "what's in the store?" | all i can really assume is advantages. we need 10 chips to unlock it. This is very similar to the Unnamed Season but the betting cap gives us more control. At this point, I don't think anyone can mathematically unlock without pooling chips. Keegan and I just need 1 more chip between us. Let's just hope we aren't separated by a swap or some shit. I am hoping for a bit more time on this amazing tribe to get that set up so I have a good idea of what the store holds.

We lost again!?!?!?!?!??! I am so surprised? Nah I'm kidding, but I don't care. I don't blame our team for losing because 3/5 of us were panicking because our president could be a cheetoh. I'm voting Stephen tonight, I hope the others follow suit. It SHOULD be simple, but 9 hours is a long time for Survivor; and if he knows it's him then might run around and create some chaos - which would be funny.

Rachael (love her she’s probably who I’m closest with along with DeNara and Kailyn) is not being subtle about the fact that she either has a pre-existing friendship with Ben or is currently aligned with Ben. Because Ben, from my knowledge has not been social with anyone, nor has he been super active and in our alliance chat with Kailyn, Rachael seems uncomfortable with the fact that Ben is said to be the vote and is saying she would prefer someone else to go. But like c’mon you can’t deny he hasn’t been social, and even if I had a friendship with somebody before a game, if they aren’t active I’m voting them out. Also I lied to my tribe a couple times this round because I’m lazy.

UGH. We LOST the challenge!!! And it wasn't even close *grumbles angrily* But it's okay. I'm gonna have to work my pussy out to this entire tribe to make them keep me around! I feel pretty good about this, I believe the target is leaning towards Ben but we'll have to wait and see. I don't think it's possible rn but I'm hoping for a swap soon so I can feel a little more re-energized in this game because my tribe has been super quiet lately... I think people will try to move the vote around so I'm going to use my current lack of employment as an opportunity to make myself stay alive on this tribe lmao

These guys are being super boring and either Jake is dumber than i thought, or shadier than i gave him credit for. Xavier might be trying to play me but regardless its doubtful ill stay. John seems to have the most chance of winning out of these four as hes not overplaying. Kevin hasnt spoken to me since the colin vote and it pisses me off that I might be going home after being one of two people that worked on the challenge when kevin was taken off the chopping block immediately for playing jeopardy. i hate this tribe.

....five seconds later

Johns out, Jake too by the sound of it. Time for plan B, which never works but might as well try. Fake idol time.

Oof well the uhh, “obvious friend group” has picked their target and it just so happens to be the only person I’ve made an actual alliance with :/ Poor DeNara. I really didn’t want to have to vote her off this early if I didn’t have to and then the worst part is she didn’t even hear it from me. Nobody is even mentioning game right now and Rachael is acting legitimately surprised to me when I came to her saying “okay this is an easier vote than I thought”.. even tho Ben claimed he had already talked to her..?? Idk man I must’ve done something wrong along the way but these people LEGITIMATELY don’t talk to me. My instant reaction is leaning towards being bitter but bitterness doesn’t really get me anywhere :/ I feel kinda.. out of it rn emotionally just because of everything else I have going on so if I seem more reserved tonight at tribal than usual, that’s why. I just hope that I’m not still stuck on that damn mountain rolling my dumbass rock back up only to get knocked back down again. I’m remaining optimistic for the future.. let’s keep winning some challenges mmkay

Okay good news, I shouldn't be leaving. But that being said DeNara, you have goT TO PULL. YOURSELF. TOGETHER. She's packing her bags and from my knowledge she's going to be fine tonight. Hopefully it'll be Ben who's going but DeNara giving up like this isn't helPING.

....five seconds later

Also I am in two alliances which is cool I guess.

Oops....... and now I'm controlling this vote I think :) It feels good. I don't know what my plan is !! I'm lying to everyone. I basically put myself in a position to be the 4th person in both votes and I love it so much. I keep telling ppl I'm an emotional mess and I think I'll milk that because SOMEONE is going to get betrayed tonight... love that for me. Rachael, Nik, and Ben want to vote out DeNara Mo, Kailyn, and DeNara want to vote out Ben And tbh I would prefer Rachael or Nik!! Since neither of those things are happening I guess it's up to me to decide which way I wanna swing... I hate/love myself for this. I think there are good cases for both people to leave, because I think that getting rid of DeNara strengthens bonds I never had with Rachael and co. while getting rid of Ben just makes me their enemy. Honestly I am starting to lean towards getting rid of DeNara for that sole purpose alone. It'll be messy for sure. Ben provides NOTHING to the game right now and I hate the fact that he announced in his intro that he's just here to backstab people... but villains don't win unless they're sitting next to another villain. He's the goat to me and Rachael right now, but pretty homos like me always win xx I might regret this decision down the road but HOPEFULLY whichever side I take will pay me back in protection down the line. I think I have the charm to smooth shit over w Kailyn and Mo but its up for determination. I think that I have the finesse to beat Rachael in a vote, too, but I don't want to put her back up against the wall just yet..... ;) Anyways... I hope this isn't my last confessional. I wasn't having fun until I found my place. Let's get it on.

It is me or Ben tonight. Guess we will find out who...

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sherlollydramoine · 5 years ago

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Soulmates

Here it is you guys and gals, I'm so grateful for your patience. I'd like to give a huge shout out two amazing people whom without this prologue would have ever been finished. Thank you both for your guidance, feedback, suggestions, and amazing edits, @ramibaby and @ramimalekpeen

Warnings: ancient curses, language, and eventual smut. 18+ only

Link to chapter one: X

Prologue

The story of King Femi and Queen Maye's burial is a curious one, fraught with tales of lawlessness, love and loss.

It was 2649 when King Femi's dead body was entombed beside that of his beloved Queen Maye, his death unknown and petrified hand placed in hers. Their joint burial was a monument to their eternal, undying love and an assurance that it would continue into the afterlife. Buried with them were many envy inspiring objects, their coffins laiden with jewels and gold.

At the centre of this chaotic story is a man by the name of Nephi who, as a labourer, worked on construction of the Pyramid that housed King Femi and Queen Maye' s mummified bodies. This bestowed him with valuable knowledge of its layout, which, driven by greed, he would etch to the walls of his memory.

On the day of King Femi's burial alongside his already deceased wife, a curse was placed on their tomb - a warning inscribed on the coffins inner walls, for those who dare disturb the deceased and prevent them from being together in the after life.

"Cursed be those who disturb the rest of King Femi and Queen Maye. They who shall break the seal of this tomb shall too be cursed with eternal separation from their beloved by meeting death by a disease no doctor can diagnose."

Nephi, undeterred by such a presage set about robbing their tomb of the many treasures he desired so greatly. He did so with not a light heart, as it was with careful consideration he pondered every possible outcome. What if someone were to spy him? What if he turned the wrong corner and became lost in the labyrinth of corridors and tunnels he helped create?

What he hadn't accounted for however, was something far worse, a horrible fate granted to him the moment he creaked open the coffin door.

Although Nephi had been successful in his pillage, he did not have much time to celebrate, as the following morning he awoke with debilitating illness. Unable to stand, he was left bed bound. His wife Maia, tended to him day and night for the following two weeks as his condition steadily deteriorated, much to the bewilderment and dismay of his doctor. This perturbingly undiagnosable and incurable disease finally took Nephi from Maia on the 14th night after he first entered the cursed tomb which, many believe to be the cause of his illness.

Poor Maia was left distraught after his passing, doomed to live her life separated from the man she held so dear, the man she deemed to be her soulmate. Her heart ached for the love of a man she would never see again but, when she showed signs of being pregnant a week later, she took solace in the knowledge that, through her new born child, Nephi's legacy would live on.

Since the opening of the cursed tomb, centuries of similar occurrences of this curse are rumoured to have plagued Nephi's family lineage.

These rather fanciful tales may be hard to believe, but one undeniable fact is the commonplace of chaos in the love lives of Nephi's successors, even to this day.

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"Jesus, " you huffed, eyeing your best friend Beatrice and her boyfriend Joe, whose disgustingly affectionate display had your stomach churning.

Bea was straddling Joe's legs as he lay back on his sun chair, his hands gliding up and down her back as they shared a deeply intimate and disturbing kiss.

Lowering your sunglasses, you frowned at them from where you lay across the other side of the pool- partially due to the harsh sunlight, but mostly because you were repulsed beyond words.

Sick of their complete and utter disregard for your presence, you proceeded to shout with all the dramatics of a Shakespearean actress,

"Oh, what curse has befallen me, that I, Y/N, have to witness such vulgarity?"

From Bea, you received nothing but a soft giggle against Joe's mouth in return, your words doing nothing but spurring her on. When Joe's hands moved down to squeeze her ass, you knew it was definitely time for you to make a hasty exit.

As you swung open Joe's back door, you were met with the cool breeze of the air conditioner, and the sight of a bare bronzed back, hunched over, it's muscles flexing as the man it belonged to raided the refrigerator.

Taken aback by his presence, you stopped dead in your tracks, giving yourself a moment to muster the energy to play coy.

"Not even gonna say hi before you raid his fridge huh Rami?"

You broke the silence so suddenly that, upon hearing your voice Rami jumped, banging his head on the fridge's roof as he did so.

"Ah!" He exclaimed, one hand shooting up to clutch his throbbing head, his eyes screwing shut.

"Oop- sorry!" You implored, hands out in front of you.

Although you truly were, you couldn't help but giggle as you walked toward him.

"S'ok…" he began, before opening his eyes and standing up straight.

It was then he was able to fully appreciate your scantily clad form. His doe eyes seemed transfixed on your legs, hips, and chest - all in that order and you felt embarrassingly weak under his gaze.

"Oh Y/N." He jerked back his head, before leaning an arm 'casually' on the fridge door as he continued, "Didn't know uh, you were coming today."

His gaze shifted to the fridge, studying its contents as he waited for your reply. It was as though he was trying to appear unfazed by your presence, which you knew he certainly was not.

"Ah, yeah." You replied, stepping closer. "Joe and Bea invited me over for a swim, kinda feel like a third wheel though, haha. Supposedly there's pizza and a movie later, so I'm holding out for that."

Rami nodded and smirked, eyes still on the rather empty fridge before him as spoke,

"Thank god, doesn't look like Joe's done any shopping since his parents went away."

" Thankfully, I brought drinks. I just popped in to grab one, did you want one?" you smiled as you reached to the counter and grabbed the tray with an abundance of drinks on it.

" Sure gorgeous, maybe a Coke? " He quirked a brow, letting the fridge door with a bang shut.

You giggled and mock saluted, obediently retrieving his preferred beverage from your plastic bag of shopping. Setting the can down on the tray with other drinks you headed back outside toward the pool. As you set the tray of drinks down on the patio table and turned back to shut the door, you caught a glimpse of what had no doubt been going on since you'd left. Joe and Bea hadn't moved from their previous position.

"Ugh you two are so gross! You invite us over just to make us feel like we're stuck watching some soft core porn." you complained.

Rami just laughed from where he was leaning against the side of the house smoking a cigarette.

"She has a point Joseph. How would you feel if the tables were turned and YN and I started acting like that in front of you two?"

Your cheeks immediately warmed at the thought of you locked in a heated make out session with Rami, something you were fairly certain would never happen.

"Well Ram I'd say it was about fucking time. You two have totally had feelings for each other since Y/N was in, like, kindergarten, so seriously, just kiss and hook up already. Maybe then we can give you two shit for being the disgustingly in love couple."

God damn Joseph Frances Mazzello III, had to open his big Italian mouth. You couldn't do anything to stop your body from feeling too warm, and the sudden spread of heat through your whole body gave all the evidence needed to prove your embarrassment. The crush you've had on Rami had been well hidden (or so you thought) until this moment.

"Hey Y/N are you okay? You look like you are about to die of sun stroke." Bea inquired, glancing at your flushed state.

"Haha, yeah...it's just really hot out here..." was all you managed to say before abruptly ending the conversation by cannonballing into the pool.

You resurfaced just in time to see another body hit the water, and within seconds felt yourself being pulled back under it. When you came up for air moments later, Joe was laughing. His childish chuckle was infectious, and soon you were laughing too.

Grabbing ahold of his shoulders, you attempted to use your body weight to push him back under but sadly, he was stronger than you. He laughed at your failed attempt before wrapping his arms around you, and flinging you both back under the water.

This time, resurfacing, you used your arms around his neck to try and pull him back under, laughing maniacally as you did. As Joe laughed and resisted your tugs, you heard a shout.

"Cannonball!"

You found yourselves being nearly drowned by Rami's tidal wave.

Rami resurfaced a few feet away from you and Joe, and you can't help the heat pooling between your thighs at the vision. All you saw was his olive skin glowing as the water run rivers down it.

You turned to look up at Bea who was still yet to join the three of you in the sanctuary of the cool water. She simply smirked at you and motioned her head toward the boys, who were now locked in some kind of heated water battle. She raised her brows suggestively and you knew then you had been caught staring at the golden God of a man. You blushed immediately before decisively shifting the attention to her,

"You joining in bitch, or you just gonna sit there looking cute and sweaty?!" you teased with a smile before disappearing back under the water.

Popping your head back up a few seconds later, you heard the boys shouting something at you just before a ball collided with your head. It bounced off your face with a soft thunk before it floated lazily off to the side of the pool.

Both boys looked at you sheepishly while muttering out their apologies. Scowling at both of them you did the next best thing you could think of in that moment yelling,

"Bea, help meeee!"

Ever the loyal friend, she came through, hopping into the pool next to you and sliding over one of the pre-loaded water guns. You both took your aim and fired at the ill prepared boys, neither one of you caring who got hit.

The boys shouted and splashed at you both in retaliation. You surrendered pretty quickly but Joe and Bea seemed to want to duke it out and what originally began as something cute and innocent, turned into another repulsive makeout session.

"Ugh!!! You two are so gross. Joe, I swear if you cum in this pool while I am in it, you'll not live to see your next birthday." You huffed while swimming over to the edge of the pool where Rami was leaning.

"They are so gross!" you reiterated.

"Disgusting." Rami agreed.

After a moment of silence Rami spoke up,

"Hey uh, I was wondering--" He stopped himself mid sentence, looking as though he was debating on whether or not to continue.

"Yeah…..?" You pushed.

"It's nothing, forget it." he muttered.

"Didn't sound like nothing. Come on, you've never been one to not speak your mind…."

Rami sighed, closing his eyes before blurting,

"Okay, so ummmm, I've been wanting to ask you something for a while." he stopped himself again.

"Rami, what is it?" you implored.

"I was wondering if maybe, I know the timing couldn't possibly be worse since I'm leaving soon for school, but, well… would you maybe want to go on a date with me sometime?" he nervously scratched the back of his head, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh," you gasped. "Why were you so nervous to ask? We've known each other for forever, it's just me. Of course I will. And uh, it's never been a big secret that I've had a big crush on you since I was in like, Kindergarten."

Rami's eyes widened, and he let out a chuckle of relief.

"Surely Sami has clued you in, or even Joe." you continued, smiling.

He smiled and reached out to cup your face, but at the last moment he faltered and ended up dropping his hand back into the water.

"Well, great." He laughed. "How about next Friday? I can pick you up or meet you somewhere?"

"I can meet you at our favorite all-night diner on third after I get off of work on Friday, about seven?" you offered.

"Sounds great." he smiled, seconds before splashing you with water and then gracefully gliding away.

Friday

Your day seemed to have crawled by so slowly that it was almost driving you insane. When it was finally time for you to clock out of work, you almost screamed in excitement.

It took no time at all for you to be out of your work clothes and into the gorgeous dress you bought specifically for this occasion.

Finally landing a date with Rami was like a dream come true. You never thought it would ever happen, and you were beyond thrilled.

Getting to the diner, you practically floated inside and headed for the table your group usually occupied. It was there you waited. And waited. And waited. For over four hours, you waited and he never showed.

You threw a handful of bills on the table to cover for the drink and to leave enough for a really nice tip. Running out of the diner to your car, hot tears of humiliation and anger fell while the cliché rain started pouring down.

You felt like a fool, like you had just had an elaborate prank pulled on you. In your rage you screamed until your voice felt raw.

"RAMI SAID MALEK I FUCKING HATE YOU!!"

END OF SUMMER

"Come on YN, it will be super fun!!! Plus, it's my birthday, so you know as my best friend, you're sort of bound by best friend code to go." Bea begged.

"I don't want to go. If Joe's there then he'll be there. All damn summer he's not once tried to get in touch with me. I've tried and now he probably thinks I'm insane."

"Okay, one that doesn't matter. Two, who fucking cares. Three, you'll be looking fantastic and all it will do is remind him of just how fucking hot you are. What his dumbass could have had all summer. You two would have been lifers!"

"Lifers? Bea what the hell does that even mean?"

"You know. Together for lifers."

"That's... not a real saying….All that snogging and fucking around with Joe has certifiably made you crazy. We wouldn't have been lifers, but I guess we'll never know. You and Joe though, I can see it now. In about 5 years you'll be getting married and having little Joe's, and I'll be the single fun auntie to your whole baseball team of kids."

"Seriously YN, are you smoking crack? And also, that is definitely not happening! You know what is though...you going to my birthday party slash end of summer pool party...ey..ey."

She raised a brow and nudged your shoulder.

"Ugh whatever, fine you win! Maybe I could borrow your little red bikini? It's a little small up top but, I'll make it work."

"If that's all it takes to get you to go then, hell yes!!"

DAY OF THE PARTY

"Wow YN, isn't that Bea's bathing suit?" Joe rasped.

"Uh- huh." You nodded, smirking at his attempts to keep his eyes away from your chest.

"Thought so, coz uh...fuck could that top be any smaller on you?" He blurted, finally resting his eyes on the particular part of your body he'd been avoiding.

You glanced over at Rami who was standing behind him, and his reaction seemed nearly the same, except that Rami started to shift his weight uncomfortably from foot to foot. While you hadn't said anything to him since he had shown up, you smirked, knowing that your plan was working.

"Babe, just say she has amazing tits and move on." Bea sighed, smirking.

It was then you felt a small pair of hands cupping your boobs as Bea came up behind you and gave them a gentle squeeze.

Close friends as you were, you simply laughed as Bea continued on,

"They make amazing pillows, and they are soooo soft and squishy. Look at how bouncy...." She jested, bouncing your breasts in her hands.

Both boys looked shocked and a little uncomfortable, and Rami audibly gulped, before turning on his heel and walking away with a tinge of red to his olive complexion.

" Yeah YN, great uhh.. Job. I mean. Tits. Yeah. Fuck…. " a very red faced Joe stuttered out as he clapped you on the back, before wandering off in the same direction as Rami.

"Well that went well." you shrugged as Bea just laughed uncontrollably behind you.

"That. Was. Amazing." was all Bea managed between huge guffaws of laughter.

"You can let go of my tits now Bea." You dead panned.

"Oh…" she promptly retracted her hands. "Sorry."

As the evening progressed and more fun was had, you continually found yourself searching for a familiar face. You knew that Rami had brought his brother Sami with him, but you had never confused the two in all the years you've known them both.

While in the middle of a conversation with some random classmate that you can't seem to remember you felt it - his eyes on you. You caught his eye and smiled only to watch a deep frown form on his beautiful face as he turned to look away.

Anger bubbling just below the surface, you run into the house, up the stairs and straight to Bea's room. As you slam the door behind you, you can't help but to let the tears you'd been holding back fall freely. Your body wracked with sobs but you decided that you are done, absolutely positively done with Rami fucking Malek.

Throwing your clothes on over Bea's bathing suit, you grab your bag and go in search of your best friend. Watching her chatting happily with some friends with Joe's arm around her tiny waist, you decide to just leave. Sure your friend is going to be mad as hell at you but she'll get over it eventually.

Walking along the pool in your haste to get away you collide with another person. You gasp when you realize who you've just run into and the tears begin to pool in your eyes. Fuck. Of course, of all people, it would be him.

"What is your problem?!" came your outburst.

"I don't have one YN, unless it's a staring problem, because that's been you all night. You can't take your eyes off of me huh?" his tone was light and mildly joking.

"Why?!" was the only other thing that you could think of to say.

"I don't know, you've been staring at me."

"No, why, why did you not show up?"

"Fuck that was forever ago, I didn't know you'd still be hung up on that." he laughed.

"You're an asshole Rami, you embarrassed me. I wanted you and you… you… you just left me fucking hanging."

"I never said I didn't want you, I-I- you don't understand, I couldn't go."

"Then prove to me you still want me then."

You reached up to grab his face for a kiss, but before you could, his hands found your hips and slowly, he walked you backwards. With a laugh, he gave you a playful shove, and into the pool you went.

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ABOUT 20 YEARS LATER

You looked up at him in complete confusion, as you desperately tried to pry your hands apart once again. It was like they had been superglued together - nothing you'd tried to do to unstick them had been successful.

"Rami, what's going on?" You quirked a brow.

He didn't seem all that concerned about this predicament, and simply threw back his head, speaking between mocking chuckles,

"Looks like you're really stuck with me now."

"Rami,this-it-it isn't funny! What's happening? What did you do to our hands?!" You pressed, suddenly on the verge of tears. You were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to collapse on the shitty bed awaiting you in your hotel room.

It was then your attention was drawn toward Rami's hotel room door. With a loud bang, it swung open, that sound like a knife cutting through the tense, heavy air surrounding you. A rather dishevelled looking Sami peered out from behind the dark wood, his hair a mess and eyes weary.

"There you are!" He exhaled, shoulders slumping and eyes rolling. "I thought I lost you!"

He gestured toward you and Rami as he made quick strides toward you both. It wasn't until he came to a stop before you his relieved expression vanished, replaced by one of pure shock and disbelief. With wide eyes he stared at your linked hands, his mouth agape. Why on earth such a seemingly innocent gesture caused this reaction was beyond you, and only added to your growing sense of anxiety. Suddenly, Sami's face broke out in a smirk and he reached up to nervously scratch the back of his head.

"Uhhh…" He stammered, eyes darting between you both, before resting on Rami's. " I think it's time you two had a little discussion..." He raised a brow, nodding knowingly toward Rami who seemed adamant on not meeting his brothers stare.

With a sigh, Rami's eyes met yours and he reluctantly huffed,

"I guess so."

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sweetheartjeongguk · 5 years ago

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ramen & company

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: ponyo au, fluff, tiny angst (ponyo!hobi is a sensitive bean)

rating: pg

warning(s): mild mention of sickness, slight misunderstandings

word count: 2.7k+

summary: in which hoseok has a plan of revenge, but it doesn’t work out in the way he hoped it would.

a/n: wow! it’s been what feels like forever! as an apology, here’s a cute hoseok piece to add to the studio ghibli au list! i barely edited this, so oops if there’s any mistakes.

also, disclaimer: i love park jimin and would gladly let him steal my ramen.

masterlist | studio ghibli masterlist

In Hoseok’s defense, when he snatched your cell phone in the middle of the night to call your best friend Taehyung at 3 in the morning to tell him of his genius plan, Taehyung was all for it.

As in he mumbled something unintelligible and Hoseok, being ever-so fluent in slurred Taehyung speech, translated “Hhgggh” into “Yeah, totally! Go for it!”

That morning when you ask him why there was an outgoing call to Taehyung in your phone log, Hoseok simply shrugs and says “Maybe you did what humans call “buttock dialing”.

Sure, when he asked the mailman for his advice, the mailman just shook his head and muttered under his breath about not being paid enough, followed by a very strange word that he’s never heard before. When he asked you for its definition, you cover his mouth with your hand and threaten him with a bar of soap.

Hoseok shoves his face into his crossed arms, cheeks chubbing up as his lips draw into a cute pout. He wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for you and stupid Park Jimin.

Park Jimin with the cool leather jacket, Park Jimin with the swoopy hair and cute smile. Park Jimin with the early morning coffees and breakfast burritos.

Worst of all, Park Jimin with the at-home ramen dates.

With Hoseok’s ramen. Hoseok’s.

If his citrus-colored hair could burn even brighter from jealousy (disguised as Shin ramen-fueled anger), it would compete in first place with the surface of the sun. You have barely noticed his grumpy behavior all week, being too busy with work and He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named - you still think Hoseok’s talking about Voldemort, having overheard him speaking to himself in his room. It’s a miracle that you still haven’t been bothered by his incessant scoffing and stomping about his room.

Hoseok hasn’t been part of your life for that long, having taken residence in your shoddy house on the beach for three months. But the months that he’s been in your life has been some of the happiest you’ve ever had. You’d never expected that a tiny orange guppy washed up on the shore inside a mason jar would transform into the bright ball of energy living in your guest room.

When you introduce him to people, you never know quite what to say. How would they react if you told them the truth about him being a “magic fish”? You’ve decided that you’ll just deal with the strange looks and hushed whispers about your “scandalous endeavours in the bedroom” and “penchant for living with strange men”.

Martha from Accounting really does not know how to whisper quietly.

Regardless of the stares and backhanded comments from your coworkers and family members, Hoseok’s completely and utterly in love with human life. Living sheltered in his underwater home by his father, he’s been adamant about trying everything all at once. You’ve tried to calmly remind to take one day at a time, but the sweet pout on his face is enough to shut your mouth and simply go with the flow.

“Y/N, are you coming home early today?” Hoseok peeks his head around the doorframe into your bedroom where you’re getting ready for work. He tries not to flush too hard at the appearance of you in your silk bathrobe daintily applying cream and makeup to your skin.

“Hmm, I might be. I’ll have to see first if I’m still on with Jimin for this thing later.” You answer absentmindedly, oblivious to the growing grimace on Hoseok’s face. “He asked for some ramen earlier before we head out to the skating rink so I might grab some packages for him before I head out again later.”

“You hate skating.”

You turn your head to look at Hoseok who’s busied himself with staring at the ground with a sudden interest. You shrug your shoulders. “I’ve never tried before.”

“Yes, you have.”

You raise an eyebrow. “When?”

“Remember when you told me that you tried when you were a kid and you said that you didn’t like it because you fell down and nearly broke your ankle?” Hoseok rushes out in one breath. Your eyes widen - you completely forgot about that.

“Oh wow, I completely forgot.” You laugh awkwardly. “I guess that I just threw that out of the window when Jimin asked me. But still doesn’t mean that I’m still not interested in trying again. After all, I was just eight when it happened.”

“Well…” Hoseok stops himself before he could utter out his true feelings. “I hope...you have fun then.”

You want to smile and thank the boy, but he’s already turning away and rushing down to his bedroom. You wince when you hear the door slam shut a little too roughly.

“Just a bad day...I hope.” You mumble to yourself. You really hope so.

Hoseok’s still in his room when you begin to make your way downstairs for work. You settle for a quiet knock on his door with a muffled message of “I’ll see you later.” It’s quiet inside, but you can hear his little feet across the wooden floor and a tiny knock from the other side.

You can’t help but smile at the sound. Behind the door, so does Hoseok.

The orange-haired boy watches sadly as your car pulls out of the driveway and onto the asphalt, disappearing into the distance behind the cluster of trees lining the road. Deep down, in the most selfish parts of Hoseok’s being, he wishes that you’d just turn back home and spend the rest of the day with him. Maybe your boss won’t need you for the entire day and instead send you home for an early vacation. Maybe (more like hopefully) Park Jimin will cancel on your “date” and you’d have to share the ramen with him instead!

A comforting warmth blossoms inside his chest as he remembers the first time he tried ramen. It had been the second night of him staying at your house, and he still wasn’t accustomed to a human body. His limbs were too long on the small twin sized bed you provided him, and his stomach growled every two seconds after failing to be satisfied with the bland meal options you had in your fridge.

Luckily, you had one last option left - two packets of ramen left in the back of your pantry, thankfully still early before its expiration date. He watched in awe as you cooked the noodles in the boiling pot of water, adding eggs and bits of ham into the broth. Hoseok had been too overly excited about the delicious and novel smell of ham that he had nearly burnt all of his taste buds off as he dug into the bowl.

Since then, Hoseok’s been obsessed with the delicious noodle dish. He’s gained quite the collection since then, even having his own shelf in the pantry for his ramen pile. But ever since Park Jimin came barging into your life, that collection has slowly diminished.

All thanks to the stupid ramen stealer.

“This will show him.” Hoseok whispers as he settles at the dining table and grabs his favorite pair of chopsticks. “No more eating my ramen. No more stealing my Y/N.”

“No, really, Taehyung really said that!” You suck in a deep breath as you try to calm your shaking body from your laughter. “It took me an entire hour just to apologize to the customer and reassure that her son’s “big head” wasn’t a sign of a deadly illness. Taehyung just stood in the back laughing at me when her son kicked me in the leg.”

Jimin giggles cutely, nudging your side as you make your way up the stairs to your front door. “I have to meet Taehyung. I feel like he and I will get along quite well.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. He’s going to make you into another one of him, and then bye bye to the Jimin I know and love.” You say sarcastically.

“Hmm, is he cute though?” Jimin asks only half jokingly. “Because my last date that you hooked me up with, uh, didn’t make the cut.”

You wince. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was going to bring his bonsai tree on the date. I thought Bonsai was the name of his dog or something.”

“Uh huh, consider this ramen you’re giving me as recompense for your bad taste in men.” Jimin glares playfully. “Oh, speaking of ramen, are you sure Hoseok’s okay with me taking the last packages?”

You sigh. You still haven’t been able to figure out the cause of Hoseok’s bad mood today, but hopefully he’s cooled down since this morning. “It’ll be fine. I have to make a trip to the grocery store soon anyway, so I’m sure he’ll live. He practically has it for breakfast every week.”

Jimin follows after you as you open the front door and kick your shoes off. It’s eerily quiet in the house. Around this time, it’s normally filled with Hoseok’s excited shouts from his room upstairs followed by his rapid footsteps down the stairs to greet you.

But now? Just silence.

“Hoseok, I’m home! Jimin’s here too.” You call out, but there’s no response.

“Maybe he’s asleep.” Jimin offers. You shake your head.

“No way, his favorite show comes out at 9 PM, and he’s always up for that no matter what.” You answer, ignoring the curious look on Jimin’s face. “I’ll go look for him. Maybe he’s taking a nap.”

You leave Jimin downstairs to check in his bedroom only to find an unmade bed and a scattering of clothes on the floor. Just as you make a mental note to berate Hoseok into doing his own laundry and learning the Marie Kondo way of folding, you hear Jimin shout from downstairs.

“Y/N, he’s in here!” Your gut drops in nervousness when you hear the worried tone of his voice.

Nearly slipping to your death as you race down the scarily steep stairs, you head in the kitchen where you heard Jimin’s voice. The lights are dim inside with only the small light in the tiny dining room left on. Jimin’s standing at the entrance of the kitchen with an uncomfortable smile on his face, blocking the view of your kitchen with his entire body.

“Um, so good news is that I found him?” He cringes. “Bad news is I guess this means that I’m just going to have to buy my own ramen this time.”

Your jaw drops open as soon as Jimin moves away, revealing the devastatingly large amount of empty ramen packages strung about the table and kitchen floor. Remnants of the seasoning lay sprinkled near the stove where Hoseok cooked, and eggshells and empty sliced ham containers litter the sink where Hoseok decided to throw them for the time being.

Trailing your eyes back to the table, you stare in awe at the culprit of the mess.

Hoseok’s whole body is sprawled about the surface, groaning quietly as in immense pain. You have no doubt that he most likely is, considering the amount of noodles and sodium he’s consumed in one sitting. You grimace at his pallid skin, slick with sweat and ramen broth. He’s just one noodle away from vomiting everything from his stomach onto your face.

“Hoseok, honey, what did you do?” You try to ask gently, but it only comes out strained and slightly annoyed. “Were you trying to make yourself sick? What’s going on here?”

“N-N-No.” Hoseok moans. His stomach jumps even as he carefully lifts his upper body off the table and faces you, but he holds in the urge to throw up successfully. “I j-j-just wanted to-”

“Just wanted to what?” You frown.

Jimin’s still standing in the corner of the room, but once you make eye contact, he nods to the living room and silently makes his way there.

“W-Wanted…” Hoseok looks down at his feet, crossing and uncrossing at his ankles and scrunching his toes up and down. He’s nervous, and having your eyes staring down at him with such heat is making him want to vomit from anxiety instead.

“Hoseok, babe, you can tell me anything.” You assert with a sigh. It’s late at night and Jimin’s awkwardly waiting for you to finish, and you’re definitely not in the mood for beating around the bush about why Hoseok decided to consume a deadly serving of ramen noodles while you were away. “I won’t get mad at you, I promise. I just want to know why you ate all the ramen. Don’t you remember that I said I was going to give Jimin the ramen when I got home?”

Hoseok’s face instantly turns into a scowl. You mistake it for a look of “I’m-about-to-puke” and brace yourself with a stumble backwards just in case, but Hoseok just pushes himself around the chair with his back towards you.

“Of course he’s here.” He grumbles almost inaudibly.

“Excuse me? What do you mean?” You ask stiffly. “He’s my friend, why can’t he be here?”

Hoseok’s frown only deepens. “That’s the problem. He’s always here. It’s always him.”

“What?”

“Him. It’s always him.” Hoseok crosses his arms around his belly, cradling the tiny food pouch made from his impromptu mukbang in the kitchen. “You never have time for me anymore. Whenever I want to hang out with you, you always run away. But when he wants to do something, you’re rather quick about it.”

You want to get angry. You want to shout at how it’s never always Jimin and that you try your very best to spend as much time with him as possible.

But one look at his face, and you’re a goner. Kind eyes shimmering with tears, falling like jewels down his cheeks. Marred with sadness. Sadness that you created.

“Hobi…” You try weakly. “Hobi, honey, how long have you felt this way? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Hoseok sniffles. “Ever since you first left me to hang out with him. We were supposed to watch a movie together, and it was my turn to pick the movie. When I came downstairs to watch it with you, you were already out the door.”

You remember that day. It hadn’t been your intention to leave Hoseok all by himself that day. Jimin had an emergency he needed your help with, and it didn’t take much for you to get up your feet and rush out the door to help him. But in doing so, you forgot about someone else who means the most to you. Someone who you’ve been neglecting ever since and haven’t even noticed.

“Babe, I’m sorry.” You lean forward to brush a stray hair from his forehead. Hoseok’s cheeks are flushed pink, but you simply blame it on the overeating. “I’ll try better next time, I promise.”

“You said that last time.” Hoseok whispers sadly, a teardrop clinging to his eyelashes.

You wince. “I know I did. There will be times where I will say that but I won’t keep the promise.” Hoseok sighs deeply, but you continue. “But that doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you anymore and that I love someone else more than I love you.”

Hoseok feels something tickling him in the pit of his stomach. He fights the urge to wrap his arms around his legs and squish his face into his lap to scream.

“I know my best sucks right now, but I’ll try even harder, okay?” You smile when Hoseok nods. “In fact, tomorrow, you and I will go to the beach all day, okay? I’ll even bring an entire picnic. Any food you want, I’ll get it.”

You reach out to grab Hoseok’s hand, intertwining your fingers together and squeezing them tight. Hoseok takes in a deep breath, praying to the great sorcerers and witches alive to grant him the power not to sweat profusely from the hands.

Hoseok’s mouth twitches into a weak smile, fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly. “That’d be great. But…”

“But what?”

“No ramen, please.”

“Are you sure he doesn’t hate me?”

“Yes, Jimin, don’t worry! I already went over everything with him earlier. In fact, he’s the one who asked if you and Tae wanted to come with us! He’s been wanting to hang out with you guys all summer!”

“Then, why is he staring at me like he’s ready to slaughter me and my entire family.”

“Oh, that’s because you still haven’t brought the food over yet. After all, Hoseok loves ham.”

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sapphires-and-gold-fics · 5 years ago

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Fictober 2019 Day 1: “It’ll be fun trust me.”

Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire / Game of Thrones

Relationship: Jaime Lannister / Brienne of Tarth Read on AO3

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Bran sped past her in his motorized wheelchair, "It'll be fun, trust me!"

Brienne rolled her eyes at the back of Bran’s head as he headed up the ramp to the ticket counter for the Riverrun Eye. She couldn’t believe she’d let the Stark kids talk her into this. The vacation had started off well enough. Catelyn Stark had invited Brienne to come with them to the Tully family reunion, and had even extended the invitation to Brienne’s on-again off-again boyfriend who had met them in the middle.

“I don’t want you to think I’m bringing you along just to babysit,” Catelyn had said. “It should be a fun trip, and there’s plenty to do. I do know the kids would love to spend more time with you now that you’re off at college for so much of the year, and it’ll be nice to spend part of your summer with Jaime, won’t it?”

Brienne had honestly been considering breaking it off with Jaime completely - maybe just via text. Not that he deserved that, but Jaime...he was a lot. And his feelings for her were a little overwhelming, especially when she was the one person that he let in. But, she conceded, maybe spending time with him away from school would be different. Maybe he wouldn’t be such an asshole.

Too many maybes.

Brienne had enjoyed a whole two hours of vacation time when it started to fall apart. The second Jaime had arrived he’d shouted her nickname across the echoing lobby of the Twins Resort, and it had all gone downhill from there. He’d insisted on sharing a room even though Catelyn, not wanting to assume anything about their relationship, had paid for one for him. They had been mostly together for about 8 months and they hadn't yet slept together, so Brienne would have been fine with the separation, but Jaime insisted on taking the pull-out sofa bed and giving her the bed yet then complained every morning about how poor the springs were. And even sharing a room they didn’t spend much time together because Jaime was enjoying letting some of the older Tully men get him drunk and tell him old war stories, then stumbling in and tripping his way across the room until he face planted on the sofa without even opening it. It On top of that, the Stark kids had all taken to Jaime - Bran and Arya especially - and they loved to shout “wench!” across the property whenever they spotted Brienne.

So when one afternoon, while Catelyn was at the bar with her brother and uncle, Bran had begged Brienne and Jaime to take him and his sisters to the largest Ferris wheel north of Dorne, and Jaime immediately agreed, Brienne was less than thrilled, but had no choice but to go along.

Sansa talked the whole way over to the ticket booth about how much she wanted to get some cool Westagram shots of the sunset, and how she was so excited to send her mother a picture of the three siblings from all the way at the top. By the time they purchased their tickets, Arya had picked up the thread and was already prepping her FacelessBook followers for a live stream. Jaime caught Brienne’s glance and rolled his eyes, and she actually laughed. If the two of them had anything in common (and despite their occasional spats, they actually had quite a bit in common) it was a general disdain for social media.

Jaime seemed to light up at her laugh, but he put his smile away as soon as he saw the ride attendant studying Bran’s approach.

“Hi there, how many will be riding today?”

“There’s five of us,” said Sansa, reapplying her lipstick.

“Cool,” replied the attendant with a glance toward Jaime before addressing Bran. People - men and women - were always giving deference to Jaime as if he were a handsome half-god bound to a mortal coil. “Hey man, if you want to transfer out of the chair we can get all five of you in one car, otherwise with the chair we can accommodate two people with you, and the other two in your party will be in the next car.”

Brienne was still processing this option when Bran responded, “Awesome! Hey Brienne I don’t have to transfer! I can stay in my chair isn’t that cool! And Sansa and Arya can ride with me!” Brienne didn’t have the heart to break his, but she glanced at Jaime before she responded. He was already grinning and high-fiving Bran. “That’s great—“

“That’s awesome!” cut in Jaime. “Brienne and I will be right behind you!” And then Sansa was pushing Bran onto the car with Arya in tow, and Brienne was alone with her on-again off-again war story obsessed couch-sleeping boyfriend. A shock ran up her arm when he grinned at her and dragged her into the next car, pulling her down onto the bench next to him as the door closed. They rode a quarter of the way around the wheel like that, holding hands, before Brienne pulled away and put her hands in her lap and blew out a sigh.

“What’s wrong? I thought this would be...you know....nice?”

“Nice?” she almost spat, “Nice like what?”

“I mean I thought we could I don’t know, talk? Or maybe make out a little?” His words were casual, but she could his voice was almost husky.

“Jaime, I’m sure these things have security cameras.”

“Well yeah but we’re not stealing anything...” he wiggled his eyebrows at her, “I mean I might be...” he pressed his lips to her shoulder and then tried to pull her face to his but she shifted away from him on the bench.

“Jaime we’re sharing a room, we could have.... we have other time why do this here? You’ve been acting like I’m barely even there. You’ve taken over my room—“

“I know, it's just... I don’t have a lot of people in my family who lived through the last war and Catelyn’s uncle is a HOOT. You could hang out...we could hang out together.”

“I’ve been around Blackfish plenty, I don’t need more war stories.”

“Well I love hanging out with the kids too - there aren’t a lot of kids in my family either. I know what you’re going to say - ‘Except for you, Jaime - you’re more immature than the whole bunch.’”

Brienne scowled. “I wasn’t going to say that. The kids - Bran and Arya and even Sansa - they like you and that’s great. I just...when you agreed to come out for this I thought we would have... time for us. To...I don’t know.”

“Those kids sap a lot of energy - I just kind of assumed that you were too tired to... talk. I mean I didn’t take my own room, right? I decided to stay with you? But you’re so... you go to bed so early when I’m still buzzing and want to be...you know...hanging out with you but I don’t want to keep you up... And then you’re up first thing in the morning so by the time I’ve woken up and thought about starting my day with you, you’re already up and about. But this,” he gestured at the car they were in, now on it’s second revolution of the wheel, and slowing near the top, “Brienne this is for us...wow is that...?” Jaime had gotten distracted and was pointing across her at a spot far in the distance, visible apparently only from their height at the top of the wheel.

She looked at him curiously. “Jaime what do you mean this is for us?”

He ignored her, “I honestly didn’t think he was serious when he said we’d see it from here.”

Brienne followed the length of his arm and looked out over the forest and the hills and old rotting keeps and, sure enough, there seemingly just south of the capital (though in fact it was more than fifteen leagues away) was Tarth - her family’s namesake, the little island where she’d been born before her family had moved North to escape the almost constant tropical heat. Brienne felt like her heart had jumped with a gasp and she unconsciously grabbed Jaime’s hand on the bench between them. “Jaime I haven’t seen Tarth—“

“—since you were a kid. I know.”

“How did you...” she turned to look him in the eye, still gripping his hand, “how did you know we would see it from here?”

Jaime had the decency to blush a little before scooting a little closer to her, “the guy I bribed told me.”

She narrowed her eyes. “The guy you—“

Jaime chuckled and gestures to the space around them. “As you can see there’s plenty of room... the five of us could have fit with the chair, hell the capacity for these things...” he did the math in his head, “with the chair we probably could have all squeezed in AND brought half the Tully family with us. But I thought maybe you’d like a break? On a more selfish level I think I just wanted you to myself without the pressure of... I don’t know, stuff?”

“Stuff?”

Jaime’s eyes moved from her eyes to her lips, and then down to her collarbone where she had a scar from that ill-fated camping trip. He leaned in and rested his forehead on hers, his eyes still downcast. “Brienne I know I’m an asshole sometimes. But you make me want to be...not that. I want to spend time with you. I thought this trip could be a change of pace for us, you know? I'm so grateful that Catelyn invited me. No classes, no late nights down in the scene shop, no cramming for tests...we’re always so busy and the thought of not seeing you all summer... Gods, Brienne. I’d love just once to get to fall asleep holding you while we watch a movie or something and then wake up and find you haven’t run off to the gym or early study group or something."

“Or something...why didn’t you say anything?” Brienne was whispering despite their proximity and solitude.

“I was afraid that if I said it in the room” he said with emphasis, “that you’d get the wrong idea and think I was just trying to..erm...I’m not trying to get into your pants, Brienne. I mean—“ he cupped her face on seeing her semi-hurt expression, “Brienne. I told you when I first convinced you to go to that anniversary screening of Love, Actually with me that I wanted to be with you, whatever that meant. I’m impatient - you’ve seen me at Burger King - but not when it comes to that.”

She leaned into his hand. “Yeah, why don't they put the onion rings on the actual menu?”

“Right? Ugh...see? You and me... we should do this more.” He leaned in and she smiled against his lips. And before she realized it she was panting against them, her back pressed against the glass, her hands under his shirt and trailing up and down his spine as he gripped the bench on either side of her, nipping at the corners of her mouth.

“Mmmph...Jaime?”

“Hmmph?”

“Jaime shouldn’t they have let us off this thing by now? I thought it was only supposed to go around twice.”

“Erm... remember when I bribed the guy?”

She pulled back and looked at him.

“Well I gave him a little extra so we could have more time...you know without interruptions.”

“Interruptions...interruptions! Jaime, the kids!”

“They’re fine, they’re very capable. Sansa's almost 15!“

“Jaime, Catelyn will kill me if something happens to them.”

“Trust me, they’re fine. They’re meeting us at the photo stand.”

“They’re—" she narrowed her eyes at him, "Jaime, how do you know they’re meeting us at the photo stand?”

Jaime ducked his head and pressed his lips to her shoulder. “Ikndabrbdthmtoo,” he muttered into the flesh just below her scars.

“What?”

He picked up his head. “I kinda...bribed them, too?”

“Jaime!”

"Well," he said, wrapping his arm around her fully and pressing his lips to her scars, "Bran did tell you this would be fun."

#braime #jaime x brienne #brienne x jaime #ao3 #ao3 link #mine #ficlet #put me back together #fictober #fictober 2019 #got au #modern au #game of thrones au #braime au #modern braime au #stark kids #summer break

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idiotchosen · 6 years ago

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Guess who's finally getting around to her Bad Things Happen Bingo card!? It's probably all going to end up being zelloyd, since that's all I know how to write anymore.

Here's the AO3 link.

Prompt: Fevers

Rating: T

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia

Pairing: Zelos/Lloyd, but more as friends

Warnings: vomiting, general illness

Words: 2788

The first time Zelos coughed, Lloyd thought nothing of it.

It was early in the morning, and the two had only just awoken, ready for another day of traveling. The air in Triet was dry, and besides, when Zelos spoke, his voice held as much energy as ever. He only barely picked at his breakfast, but again, there wasn't anything strange about that-- Zelos had never been much of a morning person. Given a few hours, he'd probably complain to Lloyd about how hungry he was, how he would just die if they didn't stop for a quick snack.

Right. Everything was completely normal.

Lloyd's conviction on the matter started to waver slightly, however, when Zelos coughed again as they left the inn. This time, it lasted just a bit longer. Still, Lloyd said nothing, knowing that even if he did, Zelos would only brush him off. Besides, he didn’t have any other visible symptoms, so there was a good chance Lloyd was overreacting. So he pushed that nagging feeling of something being wrong to the side. They had a lot of business to take care of over the next few days while they were in the area around Triet. There was no time for either of them to get sick, Lloyd reasoned, so it just wasn’t going to happen. He did decide to keep an eye on Zelos, though, just in case.

And for a while, Lloyd was right. Besides a nagging cough that wouldn’t seem to disappear and a slight lack of appetite, Zelos was still acting like his usual self. He didn’t seem to have any problems in battle, and he still found the energy to whine about how run down the inn was.

It wasn’t until the third night of their stay that Lloyd started to wonder if something was actually wrong. Almost as soon as Zelos had finished eating his dinner (or at least, what little he had taken), he stood up.

“Well, I think it’s about time I went to bed,” he yawned, coughing a couple of times when it got stuck in his throat. Lloyd blinked in surprise. The sun had only gone down around an hour ago. Even Lloyd, who followed the saying “Early to bed, early to rise” to the letter, hadn’t planned on retiring for at least another hour or two. For Zelos, who usually didn’t come to bed until Lloyd had already been asleep for a few hours, to sleep this early was completely unheard of.

“Are you sure? I thought for sure you’d be heading out again tonight.”

“Hmm, well…” Zelos looked lost in thought for a moment before responding. “Y’know, Triet’s nightlife isn’t all that exciting. Plus, we’re leaving town early tomorrow, right?” He winked. “I need to get my beauty sleep. Think of how sad the girls in the next town would feel if I wasn’t looking my absolute best.”

Lloyd rolled his eyes, but didn’t push the issue any further. If that was how Zelos needed to justify getting the rest he clearly needed, he wasn’t going to argue. Both of them had had some fairly late nights recently, and though he never would have admitted it, Zelos was starting to look pretty worn out. Lloyd wondered if his coughing, which had only grown more frequent since it began, had been keeping him up as well. But he didn’t ask, instead seeing him off with a quick “Good night.”

It didn’t escape Lloyd’s notice that Zelos seemed a bit shaky on his feet as he walked towards their shared inn room. It was looking more and more likely that they would not, in fact, be leaving town the next morning.

That night, neither of the two boys got much sleep. Every time Lloyd thought he was about to drift off, Zelos would start in on another coughing fit, each one sounding more painful than the last. Lloyd could hear him tossing and turning, groaning occasionally as he did his best to get comfortable. There was no denying that Zelos had come down with something anymore. Lloyd only hoped that the redhead wouldn't be too stubborn about it, and would let himself rest.

When Lloyd cracked an eye open and saw that the sun's rays were beginning to shine through the window, he decided that enough was enough. He forced his tired body out of bed, and knelt down next to where Zelos was laying. Zelos was on his right side facing away from Lloyd, curled up into a tight ball with the blankets wrapped tightly around him. His hair was completely disheveled, and even through the limited light, Lloyd thought he could see him shivering. Considering how warm it was-- they were in the middle of a desert, after all-- this did nothing to ease Lloyd's concerns.

Tentatively, Lloyd reached out a hand and gently shook Zelos awake. "Zelos?" he said softly. All he received in return was a groan, and Zelos curled even further inward. "Hey, uh, you're not looking so good."

Lloyd half expected some sort of comeback about how he always looked good, and his frown only deepened when it never came. Instead he got another groan and a couple of coughs before Zelos slowly turned onto his left side. Lloyd nearly did a double take. Saying that Zelos didn't look good had been an understatement. His eyes were only open halfway, but they were bleary and unfocused, with hints of wetness in the corners. His face, sickly pale and glistening with sweat, was drawn into a pained expression. Stray bits of his bangs clung to his forehead, and when Lloyd went to brush them away, he recoiled at how much heat was coming off of him. Normally, Lloyd thought, Zelos would have made some sort of comment about how close he was getting, but instead he seemed to move his face ever so slightly into Lloyd's hand, unconsciously seeking the cool relief it had brought. He had one hand pressed against his stomach, and the other stayed near his face in case he needed to stifle a cough.

Zelos was definitely sick. Really sick, by the looks of it.

Immediately, Lloyd felt a pang of guilt at how miserable his friend looked. He should have made Zelos stop and rest before it had a chance to get this bad, even if he had to force him. He shouldn't have spent the last three days dragging him all over town with little to no downtime. Zelos seemed to sense his concern, and smiled weakly, although it didn't quite reach his eyes. This only made Lloyd feel worse-- Zelos was not going to try and cover up how bad he felt, not this time. Lloyd wouldn't let him.

"You don’t need to look so worried, Bud,” Zelos said, his voice slightly slurred and raspy from all his coughing. “‘S’not like I’m dying or something. It’s just a cold.” Lloyd wasn’t convinced, especially not when Zelos was barely able to finish his sentence before falling into yet another coughing fit. It seemed to stretch on for a while this time, and Zelos’s entire body shook from the effort as he attempted to catch his breath. “D-damn, that hurts…” he managed to choke out as it seemed to subside.

“It sounds like it,” Lloyd responded plainly, gently rubbing his back in a futile attempt to make him more comfortable. “Is it just your chest? Or is your stomach bothering you too?”

“Honestly, it’s everything,” Zelos admitted. “My head, my throat, my stomach, all of it.” He shivered. “I’m pretty cold, too, but I can’t stop sweating. Weird, huh?”

“I’m not surprised. Your fever seems pretty bad.” It scared Lloyd, really, how much worse off Zelos looked than he had the night before. Still, though, he forced a smile and brushed Zelos’s hair out of his eyes. “Is there anything I can get you? Some water, maybe?” What Lloyd really wanted was some medicine-- it didn’t have to be a cure, just easing some of his pain would be enough-- but he doubted the local pharmacy was open so early, and he wasn’t about to leave Zelos alone to go check. He would have to make do with what he had, for the time being. But Zelos shook his head.

“I’m… not sure I could keep it down anyways, heh.” He smiled at Lloyd, and this time, it seemed a bit more genuine, though it was still strained. “Just stay here, okay? Keep me company?”

“Of course.” Lloyd nodded. Zelos didn’t even need to ask. But the fact that he had, making himself seem so vulnerable in the process? Normally it would have made Lloyd happy to see him be so honest, but right now, it only concerned him even more. He had to have been feeling really bad to let his mask slip that much. “I’ll be right here, so try and get some sleep, okay?”

Zelos shifted again, this time onto his back. “Pretty sure I already would be if I could, Bud. This whole ‘not being able to breathe’ thing is making it kinda tough.” As if to emphasize his point, he coughed into his hand a few times. Lloyd sighed, and pulled Zelos’s blanket up to his shoulders. He considered giving him the blanket off of his own bed, but decided against it. He didn't want Zelos's temperature getting any higher if he could help it. Lloyd didn't have much experience treating fevers, so he wasn't sure whether he should focus on warming Zelos up to stop the shivering or keeping him cool.

Lloyd felt useless, and he hated it.

"Maybe we should go see a doctor in the morning," he said after a long moment. "I'm sure Triet has one. At the very least, they should be able to make you more comfortable." To his surprise, though, Zelos shook his head.

"Never really been a fan of doctors. Seriously, Lloyd, it's just a bug. I'll be over it in no time. So--" Zelos stopped abruptly in the middle of his sentence and groaned, squeezing his eyes shut."Ugh, my stomach…"

"Do you feel like you're gonna throw up?" Lloyd inquired gently. "Should I get you a bowl or something?" Zelos nodded wordlessly, and Lloyd was up in a flash, rummaging through their bags to find some sort of container. He settled on a pot they usually used to boil water, and ran back to Zelos's side. Zelos had forced himself into a sitting position, a hand clamped tightly over his mouth. Lloyd barely got the pot into his lap before Zelos started retching, bringing up what little he had eaten the night before. Lloyd winced at the sound and rubbed circles on his back, whispering empty words of comfort as his friend's shoulders continued to heave. It continued for a while after anything stopped coming up, until finally Zelos was able to catch his breath. Panting heavily, he turned to look at Lloyd, a thick sheen of sweat on his forehead and eyes glistening with tears. Lloyd swallowed. He had never seen Zelos look so weak and defenseless, not even trying to hide how awful he felt. Without even thinking about it, he pulled Zelos's quivering body into his arms, the only thing he could think of to make him feel better. He thought Zelos would protest, but instead he leaned into the hug, resting his head on Lloyd's shoulder.

"Sorry about that," Zelos murmured without looking up. "Pretty… uncool, huh…"

"Don't apologize, idiot," Lloyd retorted, running his fingers through the knots in Zelos's hair. "Are you feeling any better?"

"Not really. Just a lot more tired, now." He laughed bitterly. "My mouth doesn't taste too great, either."

"I can get you something to rinse your mouth out with, if you want."

"Mmm… Nah, just let me stay like this for a minute." Lloyd couldn't see it, but he smiled weakly. "You're so warm, y'know that? Are you sure you're not the one with the fever?"

Lloyd found himself smiling back in spite of himself. "Don't worry. I'm not nearly as hot as you are." Zelos snorted.

"Well, yeah. Coulda told you that from the start."

"Pretty sure you already have."

"Heh. Probably." With a long sigh, Zelos reluctantly pulled away from Lloyd, settling back against the pillows. Lloyd took the opportunity to remove the soiled pot from Zelos's lap, setting it aside and making a mental note to scrub it clean later. For the moment, though, he had other things to worry about.

"I really do think you should try to drink something soon, though," Lloyd said as he sat back down on the edge of the bed. "The professor always said that was important when I got sick."

"Alright, alright." Zelos closed his eyes-- keeping them open, it seemed, was getting to be more trouble than it was worth. "Wouldn't want… to ignore advice from my favorite cool beauty…" He tried to maintain a joking tone, but the reality was that he was getting far too tired to do so. Lloyd, as observant as ever, seemed to pick up on this, and laid a cool hand on his forehead.

"You really do need to get some sleep, too," he said, gently but leaving no room for argument. "Just try, okay? I'll try to have some medicine for you when you wake up."

Zelos coughed, and reluctantly agreed. "Just stay here until I fall asleep," he murmured. Lloyd nodded, although he knew Zelos couldn't see it. He ran his fingers absently through Zelos's bangs, a silent reminder that he had no intention of leaving. "Not gonna lie, Lloyd, this is… it's actually pretty nice." He smiled. "Haven't had someone take care of me like this since… well, ever, really." Zelos was aware that he was letting his fever talk, to say things he normally would have kept hidden under layers of jokes and insincerity. He was aware of it, but strangely enough, he wasn't bothered by it. Maybe it was because he was talking to Lloyd, the first and best friend he had ever had. Lloyd, who would never judge him or lose faith in him, even at his weakest. Lloyd, who said nothing, only continuing to watch over Zelos as he kept talking, his words growing softer and more slurred with each sentence. "I'd take you over those nurses in Meltokio any day. Even the good-looking ones."

Lloyd chuckled. That was more in line with the Zelos he knew. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"You should." For once, though, Zelos didn't sound like he was joking. "They were never this nice. Just… gave me some fancy drugs and left. Probably went to their friends and bragged about treating the Chosen." Zelos tried to laugh derisively, but it came out as more of a cough. His throat felt like sandpaper, and he really wasn't sure why he was still talking.

Lloyd sighed, and took Zelos's hand in his own. He didn't know why he felt like he needed to do it, but Zelos didn't seem to mind, so he gave it a small squeeze before speaking. "I'm not taking care of the Chosen, though. I'm taking care of Zelos, my best friend."

If Zelos thought he could laugh without choking on it, he would have. He did let a small smile through, though, and shook his head ever so slightly. "The fact that you can say stuff like that so seriously always amazes me." He cracked one eye open and looked up at Lloyd. "Best friend, though, huh… that doesn't sound bad at all."

"Yeah." Lloyd smiled back down at him. "I'm really glad you came with me on this trip, Zelos. I'm glad you're here."

As Lloyd was speaking, Zelos's eyes slipped closed again, a content smile still on his lips. "The feeling's mutual, Bud," he muttered, just before sleep finally took him. Lloyd didn't think he had ever seen Zelos sleep so peacefully. His breathing was incredibly rough still, but the pained look he had had earlier had mostly disappeared, and a faint smile still remained on his face. As soon as he was sure that Zelos was asleep, he slowly rose from the bed, running his hand over Zelos's forehead one more time. He would go get some medicine in a little while, but for the moment? He wanted nothing more than to stay by his friend's side. Moving quietly so as not to wake Zelos, he crossed the room and grabbed a chair, pulling it up next to the bed. He eased himself into it, and before long, he found himself drifting off as well, his fingers still tangled in Zelos's hair.

#tales of symphonia #zelloyd #zelos wilder #lloyd irving #badthingshappenbingo #sickfic #stuff I wrote

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Bastards of the Perfect|| Persephone and Isla

@ledabunnie-rp @danhowell-rp

“Mom?! What are talking about?” Isla said when her mother walked by with bags.

“Don’t ask me that! You know we have to go! When it’s time to go, it’s time to go. Your father gets it. I dunno how many times I have to tell you this-”

“I DON’T WANNA GO!”

“You WHAT?”

“Mommy, come here. Stop this. I don’t wanna leave again. I like living with my dad as a family. Why do have to leave?”

“You know why, Isla! Why are you being so difficult? I thought you like going on trips with mommy-”

“NO! I hate it just as much as I like it. You don’t plan them. You just pack our bags and we go. We’ve lived on the street. Daddy’s paid for hotel after hotel- and you still wanna live in these cheap motel-”

“Because he’ll find us-”

“WHO MOM?! Who the fuck are you running from? Dad told me that he’s dead. Like really dead. Like took me to his grave dead. Like we don’t have to run anymore dead.”

“Watch your mouth. Pack your bags...I need to know you’re safe..”

“I’m safe right here with Daddy and in this loft with you! I’m not going!”

“Isla Artemis Muir-Cyr...you know what?! Fuck it! You don’t wanna leave? Fine! I just better see you here when I get back! All I’ve ever done is keep you safe! All I’ve done is show you love and protect you and this is what you do?!”

“Leda, don’t try to guilt-trip me when you’re the one who refuses to go to therapy for your PTSD. I’m tired of this-”

“What the fuck? Isla!” Cyr called from the living room as he walked into the house, “What’s going on?”

“*gasp* Vincent...Finally, he’ll talk some sense into you-”

“TALK SOME SENSE INTO ME?! Fuck you!” she blurted, getting her backpack and stuffing some clothes and putting on some clothes and storming into the living room into her father.

“Hey, hey. Honey bunch, what’s wr- woahh woah! Where’s the fire? Hey! Stop! Talk to me!” Cyr said as he grabbed her but spun them around gripped her harder and gave her a small shake to get her into the moment.

“Mom wants to leave again and I just can’t do it again. Especially since it’s for no reason,” Isla began, still huffing, “I’m not a kid anymore. Why does she do this? Why doesn’t she get treatment? Why do you let her go? Don’t you love her? Why won’t you make her stay?! Dad, she fucks people to get a place to sleep! She gambles, she steals! Moms aren’t supposed to do those things! I’m not supposed to see those things!”

“Isla...come here. It’s not her fault. That guy whose grave I took you to, right? He did a lot of fucked-up things to her and it’s hard for her to come to terms with all of it. You don’t have to go, it’s okay. She did protect you, and she took care of you as best she could. She loves you and she loves the company. Look. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll see if I can talk to her out of this episode.” The lanky man embraced his daughter, rubbing her back and kissing her cheek and forehead as he walked back into what is their bedroom.

Isla sat and waited for a few minutes through the screams and yells back and forth. The usual thrashing and breaking of items in their room because Leda’s manic energy was so high. Then it died down a little and she heard little cries of her mother supposedly accepting that it’s over and that it’s ok. The walls in this loft are even walls. They’re like paper partitions with soundproofing and heavy curtains. She soon heard her mother, she heard the bed, and slapping noises and her father’s name...well let’s just say her parents are making up. Gross. She got up, wrote a note on the fridge and took something to drink and a snack before she grabbed her dad’s keys and left.

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Persephone/Persi had been at home and once again she was grounded. Go figure. She packed a bag because she knew she needed more time and space away from her family. They’d understand even though they don’t understand her as a person. Eh, maybe one day. Right now, she’s going to make the most of her 17 years of life so far and her underlying mental illness. She took her stash out and the prepaid card her grandparents loaded for her and used Dan’s ZipCar account to drive from Vegas to LA.

She looked around to see where the other kids a little older than her were doing and she settled on the Santa Monica Pier. She walked the boardwalk and scored some weed and cigarettes from the other kids because she looked like them. She was having fun and drinking a little until she felt like she was no longer the kid with two gay parents and a twerp for a little gay brother with a hard-on for their oldest cousin.

She was flying on the beach at the bonfire with everyone having fun. Her new friends were being awfully cool and they were just sharing weed and stories and bottles of various alcohols that she could get her hands on. Tonight it felt like her last night being in high school, her last night being this young. She wondered what would come of this experience until they said that they were going to the Sunken City.

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The red haired girl offered to let her catch a ride to the Sunken City with her for no charge. The car felt and smelled like a rental. They shared cigarettes on the drive up and some stories about their lives. The brown haired girl felt something different about the girl driving, it didn’t feel creepy and it didn’t feel like they should be friends, either. She had feelings for a girl she just met and was giving her a free Uber to this location on a school night and they were both floating

“Where do you go to school?” Persephone asked, “Just like location and if you like it. I hate school”

“Uhh..oh,uhh I got to someplace in the valley. Real casual shit. I hate everyone there and I hate school in general because I don’t like how they teach it’s so lazy and not personal to what I wanna do when I leave. Especially when I was in and out of school for as fucking long as I was-”

“You too?! Fuck I’ve transferred outta like 5 schools across 2 countries for fighting.”

“Woah..I just don’t be at school. I’m most of the time on the road, but it sounds way more badass to move schools for fighting..What happened?”

“No, no. You first, babe. I don’t like talking about something that I can’t explain myself...” Persi kept her eyes on the road.

Isla blushed at the endearment, and it that feeling wasn’t going away. Strange. “My mom is fucking trash. See? When she was a kid, she dated this guy and he was crazy and she got away from him and got kidnapped again so she got away from him again and then my dad said that she was there when one of her friends killed him for her when he found her again, but she’s used to being on the move and on the road, which was fun when I was a kid, then my dad forced us to settle down and I’ve been living in LA and tonight she was trying to leave again..I couldn’t listen to my parents fight and makeup again so I heard that some kids were going to hang out at the pier tonight and here I am.”

“Wow..that’s fucking deep. And gross. You’ve had to hear your parents fuck?” she asked, her American accent slipping, “I get that. My parents fight about what to do with me and my dad was quite the man’s man in their day so my pussy of a dad needs talking down because my mom’s crazy. I was basically planned by her but not by my dad. It’s mental. Like really, this apparently had to do with his mental and Daniel is so vetted about it but then again he went and fucked Bryonny and she had my baby brother..ugh..you’d think they’d learn but nooo! They fuckin fight and so I fuckin fight bitch boys at school and birds who try me.”

“How are you in school but you’re driving a rental? Don’t you have to like..be older to drive these?” Isla asked, deflecting from the drama. She really didn’t want to ruin a great night.

“I snuck out, got a hotel room with my money from my grands, and rented the car in Dan’s name. I still got money for like four days, so I’ll go back when that money runs out or I feel like going home, but I just can’t stand it,” Persi explained, “You sound like you’re not trying to see the sunrise in your bedroom either.”

“Damn, how long have you been English? I thought you were-”

“My mum is American. My dad’s from Northern England, Dan’s from like London, I think? And Bryonny’s from Brighton. I have dual citizenship. Hence, being kicked out of primary and secondary school as well as elementary and middle schools around here. I didn’t want to do Sixth Form. So I came to high school in the states. I live in Vegas,” Persi explained, “I hid my accent as best I could because..I didn’t want all the hard-ons and wet panties simply off of my accent. It’s so northern and rough and mixed up. I don’t see how anyone would like it, and it slips...”

“I like your accent..” Isla says, a little quieter, not intending to stare at the girl so long, but she smiled when she saw the girl smile a little.

They parked a little further up on the beach and followed the crowd to the water. Both Isla and Persephone stripped to their underwear and splashed in the moonlight. They settled as they lit the bonfire and broke out the entertainment of sparklers, weed, and little games of touch football. Persi had gone to use the bathroom and left Isla for a few minutes, claiming that she could hold her own. While the redhead was coming back from the port-a-potties, she spotted her new friend being shuffled off and accosted by some chad and she didn’t know what came over her.

“Yo!” Persi called as she saw the girl trying to fight the man off from touching her. When nothing happened she started running and felt herself slipping away even though she had been drinking. On the way she grabbed an empty bottle out of the trash and came crashing into the two, bashing the big bottle against his head and yanking him back, throwing him to the sand and stomped on his head. “Stay away from her, you fucking creep!” she yelled and then realized she had knocked him clean out. It was a fairly large guy, and Isla was stunned. She hadn’t really been in too many situations like this, which is something she can be thankful her mom did, but it was so unlike her to not react to something she felt was coming out of her control. When Persi came up, Isla looked at the girl and their panting matched. Persi couldn’t see the girl, but the girl who stood in front of her liked what she saw.

“I know this is creepy as fuck but you look kinda cute when you’re scared,” she said with an unwavering English accent, “Persi tell you about me?”

Isla was so confused a little scared, “Uhh I don’t even know her name...and thanks?”

“Ah, she’s bad at that sometimes. I’m- well we’re Persephone. I like being called Persephone. Ya know, like the greek person. The one that made a deal with Hades to save her boyfriend and he straight left her and she ended up fucking Hades anyway. That one,” Persephone said, putting her hands in her pockets and flipping her hair over one shoulder, “She usually goes by Persi, like Percy Jackson, like the books? It’s nutted, anyway. I think she likes Greek Mythology or gender-neutral naming, but eh..Either way it’s nice to meet you sweetie.”

Isla was shocked, but she wasn’t too concerned. She had a mother who would just phase out, and she remembers her talking about a guy she went to school with who had a condition like this. Her father backed this up, so it’s gotta be true. She liked how the shift in her accent and her hair placement presented a completely different girl, who she had a harder crush on. Her legs rubbed together and she bit her lip, trying not to smile to big, “Uhmm..I’m Isla..Not Lila, Isla...Like Isla Fisher, like that crazy red-he-oh...sorry.” The girl blushed so hard and played with the dirt with her shoes.

“None taken, cutie! Isla is such a cute name. And yes I know she was the girl Shaggy liked in Scooby Doo, and yeah the crazy chick from Wedding Crashers. Gingers don’t get a good wrap, but it is true we’re amazing in the sack,” Persephone explained, smiling and giggling watching the other girl trying not to meet her gaze. She knew she was fighting with herself, but Persephone was willing to play ball, “So..you wanna get outta here? I think they’re bouta go home or something. I’ve already smuggled enough hooch, grass, and drugs that we can hit up a hotel now.”

“Can we go to a Wal-Mart, first? I wanna pick up some provisions,” Isla explained, “Is there a pool or a spa at the hotel?”

“Yeah I think so. It’s a homestay suite, so I guess I’m gonna cook for the next few days,” Persephone said, pulling the car keys out of her pocket and walking towards the car.

Isla was now very concerned, “Wait, cook for us? That’s romantic, and efficient...how..how old are you?”

“We’re 17. We turn 18 in a few months. I didn’t think it woulda mattered cus you look as old as me. Also I think I have some clothes that might fit you, we look about the same size, as cute as your outfit is, those desert nights aren’t kind,” she said, unlocking the car and opening the door for the girl. She takes some time to get her duffle bag out of the back and brought it to the back seat, pulling out a large heavy hoodie she had from Reiner- which is funny he hadn’t asked for it back yet after their rather interesting night on their field trip- and tossed it to the girl. She pulled about $100 and handed it to Isla to put it to the side for gas.

“Wow..you’re so organized..Have..have you done this before?” she asked, putting on the hoodie and smelled it, catching the tones of cologne and sweat and her body spray and deodorant. It made her melt into the passenger seat, but she wondered who’s cologne she smelled in the fabric of this comfy garment.

“Eh, sorta..I’ve thought about putting this little getaway together for about 6 months. You’re a nice add-on. I’m gonna go back after about 4 or 5 days, because..I just felt so trapped and I needed space to calm down. My parents are usually too busy with work and their own infidelity to give me time and attention like I should get, especially with..ya know..this..” she said, getting in the car and starting it, pulling out, “Where am I dropping you off when this is over, babe?”

Isla’s chest had a resounding bang again and she looked at Persephone. Why does she like this? She doesn’t even know if she likes girls. The GPS on the screen and the soft music in the background gave her time to think. She looked at her phone and saw a few missed calls from her dad then a simple message telling her to be safe and be careful, and that they love her. She swiped away the notifications and opened her phone, playing some game to take her mind off of abandoning her parents. She didn’t feel like a bad kid, she just felt like her mother steals her spotlight. This sweatshirt around her made her think of all the casual relationships she had on the road and how if they would have lasted, maybe she wouldn’t be so unfamiliar to love. Maybe she wouldn’t be so hesitant with her feelings for the girl driving them to a getaway. Even when the guy was simply a jerk, it felt like it was her fault. Watching her parents were no help either. It caused her to panic that she possibly didn’t know how to love or what good love looked like. She was a broken girl and never fit in anywhere. She blanked out when that guy grabbed her, her body barely fought him when his hand snaked up her torso while he pressed together. Coming to and seeing the ginger girl beating him down was so relieving. She’d usually come back and she’d be sore, emotionless, and alone. There, she wasn’t alone. The same girl who gave her a ride had saved her from something she didn’t know about. Her own mother had the same problem and couldn’t explain. Why can’t she fight? Isla now felt like she owed Persi. However, she’s not making it seem that way. She hasn’t even asked for any money; if anything, she gave her cash. What kinda rich kid reject is she, anyway? “You said your parents are gay, right?’ she asked, looking at her, “That’s still a new thing.”

“Yeah, gay. Two different surrogate mothers, AAND English immigrants. Well, I’m actually American. My brother isn’t. I was born in the States and my brother’s mum had her across the pond in Camden. My dad and Dan went to school in Montana, then they wanted two places for us to live-”

“Wait you said Montana?!” Isla jumped up, leaning over the center console “As in the high school and college in the Montana mountains, Montana?”

“Yeah..for YouTubers,” Persi looked at the girl while they stopped at a red light, a little wide-eyed and very surprised that she met someone who knew what she was talking about, “Wait..”

“My parents are Vincent Cyr and Leda Muir...who in the hell are your parents?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Dan Howell and Phil Lester-”

“yOUR pARENTS...Wait wait wait...Hang on. You share biological DNA with Amazing Phil? The Amazing Phil?! Who the fuck is your mom?”

“Cat Valdez...”

“Catrific?! Wow..you’re the heiress of YouTube royalty!”

“And you’re the heiress of YouTube controversy...As am I...So that means-”

“That we both have a base level of a fucked up family. I’ve heard stories about Phan being super toxic and so crazy!”

“Same..I remember when..uh..Cameron? Right? He stormed the campus and someone fucking took him out. It was amazing. Everybody thinks it fucked her up more-”

“It did. It really did. She’s still in denial.”

“She still move around a lot? They used to tell me that they never knew when she was on campus because she would run-”

“Uhh well, when my dad got her pregnant with me she was still running around and then around the time when she had me my parents lived together in the valley in a loft- we still live there now, but my mom would still leave and for a few years and sometimes I’d stay with my grandparents and sometimes I went with her until my dad put his foot down and I said I didn’t wanna move around anymore. So I’ve lived in Carmel Valley for the past 7 years going to school and shit, then tonight happened. My mom just snapped and told me to pack because we’re leaving. I didn’t wanna leave and we fought and I left.”

“..So, fuck I’m sorry, I’m Persi, by the way I forgot to introduc-”

“Persephone filled me in already. You have the same personality disorder your dad did...My mom told me about it before. Phil didn’t use to be the best guy in the world and Dan is dumb enough to be with him this whole time,” Isla said, not moving from the center console as they started on the road again, “No offense but I didn’t know they had kids in the mix.”

“I was a wedding gift, my mom says..then again my mum turned out to be a real psycho when it came to my dad. So yeah, like Persephone graciously explained, my dad does have the same thing, but it went away once he got my mum preggos. She told me his name was Zack. And it will usually tell you how they want to be addressed, but she usually doesn’t talk when she’s around...she just screams and causes havoc which leaves me in trouble..” Persi explained, “My baby brother only came around because Dan was being petty and got Bryonny knocked up. However, it’s way sweeter of a time being around her than Dan or my mom.”

“Oh, then the holidays must suck for you, huh,” Isla commented, “My parents were young and dumb and my mom had this crazy delusion that she couldn’t have kids because of what Cameron did to her or something..When in all reality her reproductive system had healed enough for me to be born. My dad tells me all of the time how she would freak out and stop taking care of herself because she was ‘scared to death of having to stay in one place in case he found her.’ And I’m just like-”

It just sounds like a fucked up way of saying they couldn’t get rid of me.

Persi and Isla had arrived at the store and looked at each other when they had said the sentence, they had looked away into their respective windows, but quickly turned heads to see they felt the same way. They were mistakes. Tactfully set upon this earth to make things worse for their parents regardless of their feelings. They didn’t feel like they belonged, and at the end of the day they didn’t even have the loving comfort of their parents. Just themselves.

“Let’s hurry up and get what we need so we can get to this room,” Persi said quickly, backing off and getting out of the car.

Isla was still frozen. She felt so much at once from once sentence than she ever had with anyone else. Someone who understood. Someone she could stay close to and trust because they were all they had. It made the pang in her chest take her breath away and she sat staring into the center console until Persi jolted her out of it with a hand on her shoulder, “Earth to Isla...Come on!” She hurried along, holding the girl’s hand. They were around the same height, Persi maybe a little taller. She wasn’t sure that the ginger even noticed that they had linked until they walked into the automatic doors and saw that she meant to do it, “Uhh, why are you holding my hand?”

“Because this is like the second time you’ve just spaced out on me. I can’t afford to bring you back to your family if I lose you. Also, remember I am somebody’s older sister, so habit I guess?” she said quickly, then let go but walked close to the girl.

Isla looked ahead again and blushed, snaking her hand into Persi’s again, and feeling a squeeze.

“Did you wanna ride in the cart?” Persi asked with a playful smile, “It is weird Wal-Mart hours, so nobody’s gonna care.”

“Actually, I don’t think we need that much stuff, let’s go for the scooter!” she jumped up and ran to the station, unattached one and hit the horn for Persi to hop on.

“Uh-uh, you sit in my lap and steer!” she blurted, pushing her and fixing it as they traversed the store.

They fooled around and had their fun, grabbing their essentials and some supplies for the room so they can eat and live from the suite for at least the first two days. The staff at the store gave them weird looks and didn’t say much, but told them to make sure to put the scooter back when they were done and let them know if it ran out of battery. They didn’t spend too long in the store and bought (almost) everything and left.

They finally pulled into the suite and went to the front desk where Persi gave the receptionist Dan’s name and remembered the hotel had his card on file from previous travel. This was a bonus. She could stay out longer on her parents’ dime. Only thing is that he would see that she went here and stayed so he’d be tempted to track her down. She sneaks out enough they know she’s coming back.

Once inside, she was pretty impressed with how homey the suite was, complete with all the works and one sofa bed and a large California king sized bed in the other room. Fits because her Dads’ are both 6 feet tall and over. “Fun fact: I almost never travel with my parents unless it’s the mandatory trips to see my grands. When they’re on tour they don’t even fly us out to a certain cluster of cities to watch them work. Given, it is a lot to fly your family around and worry about our safety and shit, but whatever,” Persi said as she put everything down and started to unpack.

“Wow..I’ve never been in a hotel room this nice,” Isla said, doing laps around the suite and checking everything out. She could hear what the girl was saying and felt for her. Even though she wanted to stay and have a more stable life like hers, but she could get used to these trips. She caught herself thinking about seeing her again and planning how their about to spend their summers and maybe even do more getaways with just them. She would love the air and the space- well the individualized attention. She remembered and thought of the first times she would run away with her mom and how this would feel. It feels more like the times they would all go as a family, instead of just her mother. Mostly because of how much fun she was having with the both of them and no tension of the constant worry of someone going to find them or even her mom’s manic energy. Those are the moments where her parent’s love doesn’t bother her and it feels like the love that she was made from.

“You want the soup first or do you want the spaghetti? Or do you wanna just pop one of these pizzas in the oven?” Persi called to the girl, where she had heard her loading up the dressers but didn’t know what she was doing. She waited and still didn’t hear anything, deciding to put the cheese pizza in the oven and started sifting thru the drinks they put in the refrigerator, cracking open a fresh bottle of whiskey and grabbed the cola and a glass with some ice, making the drink and sitting over in the common area to set up her PlayStation so that she can watch TV.

Isla strolled out of the bedroom, wearing some clothes that Persi recognized from her own duffle bag. She looked at Persi setting up the television on the couch and sat with her, taking a sip of her drink, “Mmmh! What is this?”

“Jack and Coke. I’m sorry if I drink a bit, I’m used to being able to drink in the UK, and I know the age to drink is 21 over here.”

“Wait, seriously? You can drink at 17 there?”

“Yeah in some places they let you at 16. But 17-18 is the age where you develop a drinking problem around there. Especially if you look like you’re old enough they don’t even card you-”

“Oh my god,” she gasped, curling up and crossing her legs on the couch, “That’s absolutely insane to me.”

“Well tonight we’re gonna drink like English sailors, love,” Persi said as she took the glass from the girl and sipped it again. She looked at the girl who was staring at her lips while she drank and took down the glass, “What’s your type?”

Isla blushed faster than the alcohol allowed her, “My what?!” she sputtered and before she could try to blubber her way out of the question, her face had a finger in front of it.

“I’m out, hold that thought and follow me into the kitchen, I’ll make you one of these too,” Persi interrupted, getting up and taking the girl’s hand with the glass in the other and then continued, “I don’t mean to be that gal, but you’ve been giving me stares all night and your face loses colour every time I called you out of your name out of respect for not knowing it. So is it your first time liking a girl or is it just unprecedented?”

“Uhh well when you put it that way, unprecedented, I guess,” Isla shrugged, “I think I just had stronger feelings cus I’m like plastered and here I am still drinking,” she giggled.

“It’s called a nightcap, but I’ll put Bailey’s in yours instead Coke, but if you want a smoother drink, remember creme is key so you can use vanilla flavours and coffee flavours. It softens alchy burn but keeps the potency, even masking it,” Persi said, dropping cubes into another glass and starting on the other girl’s glass, “Also the caffeine in Bailey’s or Kahlua liqueurs will help you sleep and regulate dehydration when you get up, staying off a monstrous hangover.”

“Wow I never thought about how drinks work because I usually am just grabbing what I can. It sounds like you’ve like sat down and thought about it,” Isla said, relaxing a little and taking the drink when it was complete, sipping it lightly and loving the taste, but tried to focus on the topic at hand, “Why’d you ask me about my sexuality?”

“Conversation mostly, but honestly I’m bi and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable and I can give you the option of sleeping on the bed bed, and I just pass out on the sofa,” Persi said leaning against the counter, making light gestures, “I know I like took you along with me on this adventure, but from what I saw, I’d just want to make sure you know I’m not some creep or something.”

“Uhh oh wow..I don’t mind! T-The bed looks big enough for the both of us to sleep comfortably. I like how...old fashioned you are, and you’re not afraid to share your wealth. I think that’s really cool, but I think I had never heard of someone in our day and age doing stuff like this. And- I’m just realizing that you have freckles on your cheeks. That’s really cute oh my god I’m sorry I’m so distracted. And it’s not your fault I think I might have had too much-” Isla’s rambling was halted by Persephone’s lips

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After their first night of kisses and cuddles, games, and Isla actually getting too drunk and throwing up most of her pizza, they woke holding one another on the gigantic bed, the TV blaring in the background. Persi stretched pulling her hair back with a hair tie and felt something hug her torso tighter. She looked down and saw the brunette, smiled and started to slide out of her grip.

Isla stirred, feeling a little lost, but watched the girl walk into the bathroom. She was so confused. What happened last night? Where was she? Why was this feeling like she went along with her mother anyway? But it wasn’t? She sat up in the comfortable bed and saw how ornate the room was and could hear that the room didn’t just end in those walls. She was so hungover. The sun was being blocked by the curtains, which helped her sensitivity to light. The girl in the bathroom was still foreign to her, but familiar as she looked through their social media. Clearly, she and the girl had hit it off. That’s a relief. She had seen her phone was fully charged, meaning that she had blacked out well before the other girl, who had been smart enough to charge it for her. She usually doesn’t use her phone or post when on the run just because her mother taught her about vigilance and stopping to look down at her phone means you’re giving someone an opportunity to sneak up on you and take your shit. Also, the mother feared the man who was no longer after her, meaning she had to reduce her presence in the one area where he could track her down or use a lot of sourcing to track her location. Her father, bless his heart, allowed her to have a phone. On her birthday a few years ago, the man had hidden the device in her suitcase, and left her some money for a case and a note informing her not to let her mother know he had given it to her, to take a picture of the case she chose, and send it to him. It allowed her and him to remain connected to his not-so-little girl anymore.

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Cyr had seen her posts that night and smiled: she was having fun. Leda was still an entire mess that her little girl wasn’t home. She had barely remembered her (almost) husband had given their daughter a cellphone until she remembered seeing the girl use it once before, she took a picture of the motel they were staying at. The girl rose from the bed and walked into the large room and was greeted by Cyr playing a video game. She didn’t really want to bother him but she had to make sure. “Vincent,” her voice was unable to reverberate through the loft, but the man looked up and paused the game.

“Yes honey bear, what’s up? You hungry or something? Do I gotta turn down the TV?” he started, pulling his headphones all the way off. The woman cringed at how much he still guesses what she wants and is right about 85% of the time.

“N-no...Vincent, do you know where Isla is?” she asked, staring at him carefully because the man she loved had a way with lying, it was almost pathological and giving him this look usually worked.

“Maybe I do...maybe I don’t. All I know is that she’s a smart girl, she can handle herself. She’ll be back. She wouldn’t leave us forever like that,” he explained carefully folding his hands and then spreading them, palms up. He’s not lying, he’s gas lighting. She felt her body heat up, rage building from his dismissal. She was Isla’s parent, too, goddammit, she had a right to know! He knew exactly where she was and he wasn’t going to tell her that easily.

“I remember seeing her with a phone. Don’t fucking talk to me like a fucking mental patient, Vincent! You went behind my back and gave her a phone, didn’t you?! She never had any money for her own and I barely had one so I know it had to be you. Where is our daughter?!” Leda asking more seriously, her cheeks going pink. Cyr was cornered, he had to let her baby she never knew she could have was alright. The man motioned the woman over and pulled her daughter’s Instagram and showed her story and all posts since the account was created. “The-These...These are so beautiful,” she referenced the pictures and cracked a warm smile at her daughter’s story of her prancing through a Wal-Mart, the bonfire, and the girl. That girl looked so familiar. She recognised the bright orange hair and little freckles. “Who’s phony.persi?” she asked towards the man, who shrugged.

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Phil had gotten smart about his daughter running off over the years. He follows her on social media just in case they have cute father-daughter time or people don’t believe that he’s her father. He went to her story and saw that she had been reposted in someone else’s story by the name of earth-name-isla. He didn’t want to pry, but he had a feeling about the girl that was pictured with his daughter was familiar. He got up and went to his husband, who would know which one of their ex-classmates this girl looked like. “Hey babe..can you come here for a second?” he asked into his ear, running a hand down his arm.

“What?! What’s going on? You know where Persephone is?” the other asked quickly, whipping his head around and followed his husband back into the office.

“Yes, but something is weird,” Phil said, handing him the phone and looked at the story and the pictures with her daughter and the mystery girl, “The girl she’s with...does she look familiar to you?”

Dan took a few moments and went through the girl’s profile and happened to find a little rare picture of a hard copy of a picture of Cyr and Leda when their daughter was a child and they had taken her to Universal Studios. He squinted a little so that he could see her parents and upon recognizing the girl’s father, his cheeks flushed. “Oh my god...Phillip,” he gasped and quietly called for his husband, “Look at this! Look who her dad is!”

Phil looked on and raised his eyebrows at the man he hadn’t seen in years, next to a girl he equally hadn’t seen in a long time. The memories flooding back to their days at the Institute and few in the Youniversity and how their relationship- similar to their own- was akin to that of a firecracker. “Her mom is Leda Muir..And that’s-”

“Vincent Cyr- yes! I didn’t know they had a daughter! And that she’s...she’s..! Making out with Persephone?! I c-can’t! Babe, I’m literally done! Bring her home. Right now. Where is she?!” Dan fussed and shoved the phone back into Phil’s chest and he began to pace in the office.

“She’s in LA. It must be where she lives,” he explained calmly, setting the device down on his desk.

“Yo-you-you don’t think that-”

“I doubt it. There’s no way that she would have known who she was.”

“You hope,” Dan said, “How did she even get all the way to LA from here?”

“Persi is a resourceful and smart girl. I’m surprised she’s not alone. When I find her, she’s usually been by herself for a few days..She’ll be back. Especially if she took a trip,” Phil said before hearing their son come up to the door to the office and saw their son looking a little worse for wear.

“Oh my god! Elliot, baby, what happened?! Come here,” Dan shrieked, running to embrace his son and gave him excessive love, only to be pushed back and Dan could feel tears forming.

“Otosan, I’m fine..really..Jareth and I-”

“Jareth had something to do with this? Did he hit you?! Oh, I knew I should have sent Harlan to go-”

“Otosaan! Stop! I’m fine. Harlan didn’t need to be there. We fought them off ourselves. They were these huge sophomores and they almost broke his camera, and I jumped two of them and then he helped me out...We took out 4 of them dad! I’m just like Persi!” the boy beamed as his fathers looked over his body, “We ended up rolling down the hill and...I got dirty, but I hope you don’t mind, I told Jareth he could clean up here..so..”

The men were so distraught to hear the words that came from his mouth. They looked at one another, sharing a soft chuckle at their fierce family. Phil pushed the boy’s hair back so he could check for anymore injury and seen all of the hickies on his skin, which he quickly let go of his hair and put a hand over his mouth and grabbing Dan, “You should call Sean or Charlie, let them know where their kid is,” he says to him, “Ellie, go ahead...is he staying for dinner?” When the boy nods, Dan gets up and returns to the kitchen to finish cooking.

“Awh, Otosan is cooking?!” Elliot whined, “Why didn’t you cook, Papa?!”

“I was busy with locating your sister and meetings until the time for dinner, so I trusted Otosan with some fish and shrimp noodle dish. It cooks too fast so it’ll work with his short attention span. Now...I know he can be dramatic, but can I inquire about those blotches on your neck?” Elliot had gotten nervous, “Look, I don’t mind you growing up and dating, but I just need to know you’re safe, okay? I don’t need you growing up too fast...Now go on, tend to your guest..And also, for next time: Ice seals up those bursted capillaries faster and prevents blood from staying in the dermis.”

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“Ugh..I don’t think it’s working!” Isla whined, holding the paper towel full of ice to her neck while Persi hung out on the counter, who also was holding ice to her own body.

“You kinda have to freeze that part of your skin,” Persi said, patiently holding ice to her own neck, “Why are we doing this again? I don’t really think it’s all that necessary.”

“Because, I feel better and I’m ready to go home and I don’t wanna show up with hickies on my neck and an older girl that I found in the desert. My parents will flip. They’ll think I purposely left for two days to go and party and be gay I guess. I wanna make a good first impression,” Isla said.

“Isla, I think I’m the least of your worries. Your dad and my Dan used to fuck, so if they have to speak to each other after such a long time I think they’ll be more worried about that, or when they realize that my baby brother is definitely fucking that rugged bad boy loner he found in the woods.”

“Ew,” Isla said, dropping the cloth and playing with it, listening to the ice clack, “You have a point. I did this to show that I’m growing up, but I guess if I’m gonna go for it, I should commit.”

“Also, you’re an only child, it’s not like you can avoid it. I’m not an only child, so I can always point out what goes on with Ellie,” she mentioned, throwing her ice in the sink.

“You call your brother Ellie?”

“Short for Elliot, duh,” she looks at her sitting on the counter when Isla touches her arm.

“You’re so mean...” Isla cooed, trying to hide her smile.

“That doesn’t sound like you hate it,” she looked bit her lip and nudged closer, pulling her in for a kiss then pulled away quick, “But for real? Like real shit? Only I can call him that. He’s Elliot to you at all times. Got me?”

“Yeah, I gotchu, babe,” she nods.

“Good!”

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*phone rings*

“Babe answer it!” Phil exclaims from downstairs.

“Do I have to do it?”

“Yes! It might be our daughter and my hands are wet, just hurry up before it goes to voicemail!”

“Fine!” Dan goes to the phone in the studio and picks up the phone, “Hello?”

“Daniel James Howell...As I live and fucking breathe,” Vincent laughed, sounding mature and relaxed with age, “Uhh, so your daughter brought my daughter to me and I just...wanted to thank you for raising her so well..She is so sweet and generous.”

“Are you...wait..Cyr, you talking about my daughter? Persephone?”

“That’s her whole name? She told me it was Persi. That’s a beautiful name-”

“Enough! Where are you? Where is she?!” Dan snapped, “Also my last name is Howell-Lester nowadays. I haven’t been just Howell in a while..”

“She’s with Leda and I at my place in the valley. Carmel Valley. I can have her send you the address. The girls wanted to hang out, so we all thought we can take the time and catch up,” Vincent said a soft wind blowing into his phone, “Uhh yeah I figured, but you’re still a howler nonetheless-”

“Cyr I’m fucking married!” he snapped.

“I’m kidding, kidding. You have a whole family and I just want to show you how our little girls are having so much fun together. They’re inseparable. So yes I called to invite you up here, but to also thank you because I haven’t seen my little angel this happy in years. She made a real friend in her-”

“Hmph don’t speak so soon, she’s a force. She’s only like that now from therapy and her father being here. I couldn’t raise her on my own if I tried,” Dan replied, leaning against the desk.

“Daniel, is it her?” Phil asked in the doorway, causing Dan’s body to heat up a little as though he had been engaging in something wrong, but they were just talking about being dads.

“Yeah, it’s the girl’s father. I’ll put it on speaker,” he moved the phone from his face and pressed the button, “Say hi, Cyr.”

“Cyr? As in, Vincent Cyr? I haven’t heard that name in ages, how you been, sir?” Phil asks.

“I’ve been well, I’ve been well. I was just thanking Dan here about your daughter bringing my Isla back in one piece and they’re really good friends. Like it’s like she brought back a different girl. She’s so happy and they get along so well!” Vincent said, blowing smoke from his cigarette, “Leda and I are inviting you down to our place to come and get her, but why don’t we all go out to lunch or something? My treat.”

“Oh that sounds amazing! I’d like that just tell Persi to send me the address and we’ll be out tute-suite!” Phil beamed, looking at Dan with a playful smirk, which caused him to smile more comfortably.

“Alright, we’ll see you then!” Vincent said before hanging up.

“Only you Daniel. Only our daughter would seek out a girl who just so happens to be the spawn of your old flame,” Phil teased.

“Shut the fuck up, Phillip! That was really fucked up for me~” Dan whined, “Like I’m actually, literally sweating all over the fucking place!”

“Ooh sexy,” Phil said, then heard the notification on his phone and looked at it, “Oh wow we gotta buy these tickets...Elliot!” He exclaimed walking out of the room, “Sweetie you wanna go to LA for a day? We gotta go get your sister!”

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Elliot was startled by his father’s raised voice and quirked an eyebrow, “Why is she in LA?”

Jareth looks over at him and shakes his head, pointing at his bed and Elliot gives him a look, “My sister would tear up a town if I went missing. I wanna see that she’s safe...” The other boy sighed and shrugged, gathering his bag and putting on his shirt slowly, wincing quietly, causing Elliot rushed to him and helped him put his shirt on but gave him very pleading eyes, trying to bring the other boy closer to him and he didn’t respond. He winced again when the boy was touched in an area where it hurt and he swiftly, yet gently, firmly grasped his boy and looked in his eyes, cupping his jaw. He laid a soft, long and deep kiss on his lips biting his lip a little as he pulled away as he struggled to get out the room through the window.

“Elliot!” the voice came from behind him and caused him to whip around and he gasped, “Did you hear me?”

“Y-Yeah..LA..we leaving soon?” he asked, his body tingling at the boy’s kiss.

“Uh huh..Pack a bag for like a night just in case. You get to see who your parents grew up with.”

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do you have any fluffy peter & tony headcanons or anything tbh because im having a horrible day and im so anxious i feel like im gonna explode

(Okay I told myself I was gonna take a break from writing today but u know what. U deserve Good Tony and Peter Writing so,,,,I’m gonna do my best with that. Hope u feel better soon my friend, and I hope this helps in some way x)

His hands were shaking against the prompt cards he held in an iron-clad grip.

It was stupid, really. Ridiculous. He’d battled monsters and stopped bombs and yet here he was, getting worked up over a damn science presentation.

And there wasn’t even any reason why. He was good at science. Brilliant, if he did say so himself. And the whole school was full of science nerds like him, so it wasn’t as if he was going to get laughed off stage, either.

So why the damn hell did he feel so…awful?

Pull yourself together, Spiderman, he told himself, shaking his head a little and peaking out from behind the wings to watch the speech that was currently being given by another of his classmates. It was a mandatory thing in order for everyone to get a grade. Each of them had to present an idea or a theory to the rest of their year and put points that were for and against it. At the end, other kids asked questions, drilled you, probably started giggling and whispering if you couldn’t answer one of their godawful comments-

Ugh. He felt vaguely sick.

He’d been on edge the whole day just thinking about it. There were, what, a hundred faces, maybe more, in the audience? Including Flash, who was sat at the back, just waiting for Peter to slip up so he could laugh loudly or boo or something.

He could barely even think straight. His mind was all fuzzy and his palms were too sweaty. It felt like his lungs weren’t working properly anymore.

This sucked.

“Hey kid,”

Peter jerked wildly as someone stepped up to his shoulder. God, he’d been so out of it he hadn’t even heard them, what the hell was wrong with him-

“I- uh, hi Mr-” he turned, looking over and expecting to see a teacher.

“Tony?” he said incredulously, as his brain registered the tinted yellow glasses and carefully sculpted van dyke.

“The one and only,” Tony replied absently, as he peered out through the wings and looked at the boy onstage, “you next?” He asked.

“I…what-you-how?” Peter spluttered, “what are you doing here?”

Tony looked at him, before shrugging. If Peter wasn’t mistaken, he almost looked sheepish. “You mentioned this thing, uh, a few days ago in the labs? I didn’t have anything on, so I though I’d come, show a bit of moral support, you know the drill,” he muttered. “How you feeling? You ready? Nervous?”

Peter opened his mouth, but the assurance failed to come out. He was a notoriously bad liar, after all. Plus, his vocal cords didn’t really seem to be working very well right now. Which, considering what he was about to go up and do, was Very Very Bad.

Tony looked him up and down, noting the quivering hands, slightly green face and general expression of terror before sighing and pulling the sunglasses off his nose in order to place them on the bridge of Peter’s. “Okay, Peter, today you are not Peter. Today, you are me, and I am about to give a heart-raising, mind-blowing, showstopping speech on…” he peered down, reading the top of Peter’s card, “effective and innovative designs to contribute toward a greener society,”

Peter just nodded, looking up at Tony through the yellow lenses.

“First thing,” Tony began, raising a hand and wandering backward, before gesturing around the place, “you gotta own the room, kid. Movement is important. Hands, feet, eyes- don’t just stand there like a lemon and read off the prompts. You wanna get a good grade? You engage the audience,” he stepped forward, pointing at Peter’s eye, and then his own, “eye contact. Always do the eye contact. Kinda terrifying, admittedly, but you only need to do it for a second. You’re not gonna stare em down like they’re trying to rob a bank here, okay, you’re just catching their eye. Showing them you’re focused, like you’re talking to them specifically. Keep moving around, look at everyone.”

He stopped. Grabbed Peter’s shoulder. “So, Mr Stark, how do you begin your speech?”

Peter stopped, caught off guard like a rabbit in the headlights. “Uhhhhh-”

“Okay, well for starters, I definitely don’t do that,” Tony shook his head, pushing the glasses a little further up Peter’s nose as they began to slip down. “You wanna begin with something simple. Casual. This isn’t a funeral service. You’re just putting an idea across. ‘hello everybody’ will suffice. I’d say open with a joke, but I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

Peter had to agree on that one. He took another look over to the side, and noticed the boy was beginning to wrap up.

Oh, hell. He was next.

Tony noticed, too, and he let his other hand rest on Peter’s shoulder as well, so that he was gripping Peter between both hands. “Listen, kid. Stick to the basics. Eye contact. Movement. Keep it light, and don’t focus too hard on individuals. It’ll only freak you out. You’re gonna do great, kid. Honestly, you’re definitely the smartest one out there, you got nothing to worry about.”

“People are gonna laugh,” Peter muttered, looking down at his feet. God, Flash- Flash was gonna be a total ass, he could predict it perfectly. Peter would pause, just for a moment, and Flash would do something stupid like laugh or make a stupid noise and then it would throw Peter off-

“No-one’s gonna laugh, Kid,” Tony said, before his eyes narrowed. “Unless there’s someone who’s planning on ruining it for you. Is there?”

“I dunno, Flash said some stuff earlier, but… I dunno,” Peter mumbled, biting his lip. He wished he’d been ill today. Or HYDRA had decided to attack a Macy’s or something. At least that would have been a genuine excuse.

“Flash, huh?” Tony mused quietly, peering out into the audience, “greasy looking pussy at the back, right?”

Peter laughed nervously, nodding. “Uh, yeah, that’s the one.”

Tony pulled a face, and then nodded to himself. “Okay. Okay, cool. Well listen, I’ll make sure Flash isn’t a problem, alright? Don’t worry about him.”

A sudden wave of applause filled the auditorium, and signalled Peter’s turn up.

“Big breath. Come on, you’ll kick ass. You’re Spiderman. Or you can be me, just for a few minutes, if that’ll make it easier,” Tony assured him, patting his cheek and smiling.

“-And now, it is my great pleasure to present to you, Peter Parker!” The Principal announced, and another round of applause burst out.

Okay. Showtime.

“Wait, kid, sunglasses!” Tony caught him before he could move, sliding them back off his face with a grin, “they’re a tad too big for you. Don’t want them sliding off whilst you’re deep in the middle of solving the world’s energy crisis.”

Peter huffed out a nervous laugh, and then did as Tony said, taking a long, deep breath before turning away and walking slowly toward the main stage.

He could do this. Tony did it all the time. He could be Tony, just for five and a half minutes, right? Tony had said he could.

His hands were still shaking a little as he stepped in front of everyone, but he felt a little braver. A little prouder. Maybe even confident.

At the back of the hall, he watched Tony slip in through the doors, more inconspicuous than Peter had ever seen him as he wandered toward the back row and grabbed a chair, leaning over the back of it and whispering something into-

Peter sighed, unable to hold back the little grin of satisfaction as Flash’s head turned to look up at him, eyes widening in a hilarious fashion as he realised, yet again, he was being told off by Tony Stark.

It was even more amusing to watch the colour drain from his face as Tony continued to whisper in his ear. He watched as Flash nodded a little jerkily, and then Tony smiled, before stepping back and leaning against the back wall, right in the middle where Peter could see him.

He grinned up when Peter made eye contact, and Peter smiled back.

He could do this.

“You did it!”

Peter turned, smile on his face as he watched Tony jog up toward him, hands raised in a thumbs-up as he grinned over. Luckily, the presentation had been at the last period, and so Peter was free to get the fuck out and finally relax for the first time that day.

“Yeah- I think it went...well,” Peter admitted happily.

Tony pulled a face, letting his arm fall across Peter’s shoulders and squeeze. “Uhm, you did more than ‘well’, kid- you totally blew everyone else out of the water.”

“You didn’t even see everyone else, Tony.”

He felt the shrugging gesture Tony made beside him. “I’m gonna go ahead and assume here, kid. You were great. Very Tony Stark-ish. Except with less narcissism and more genuine-ness, y’know? Never would’ve guessed you were nervous.”

Peter grimaced. “I thought I was gonna throw up the entire time.”

“Well then, you are a remarkable actor, Mr Parker,” Tony told him, “hey, how about doing my speech for me this weekend at the charity gala I am being forcibly blackmailed into attending? I have a busy schedule of sleeping and eating and I don’t want it disturbed.”

Peter laughed, giving Tony a shove, “thanks, but if it’s all the same with you, I’m never going to give a speech ever again. That was crazy. Everyone stares at you. What the hell?”

“Yeah, when you’re the only person talking in a huge auditorium, people tend to do that,” Tony huffed, shaking his head, “so damn rude of them.”

“It really is,” Peter agreed, hiking his bag up a little further on to his shoulder before turning to tony, a grin beginning to form on his face. “Hey- what did you tell Flash, by the way?”

Tony tapped his nose secretively. “None of your business.”

“Aw, come on, I see him most, it’s more my business than yours.”

“Hey, maybe I just like him. Maybe I was having a catch up, Peter, huh? You’re not special, I might be secretly mentoring him, too.”

Peter rolled his eyes, shoving Tony playfully and then grabbing his arm before he went careering to the floor. “Whoops- superstrength.”

“That was a threat, wasn’t it? I feel threatened. Again. Physical threats, this time, too- it’s getting worse-”

“Tony,” Peter whined frustratedly, “please tell me.”

Tony stopped, hand half-way to reaching his car door before turning to look back at Peter. “I told him if he made a single sound, I’d hack the school system and turn all his A* into C’s,” he admitted, before adding “is that bad? I don’t know- I tend to threaten both adults and kids alike, what can I say, I’m all about equality,”

Peter watched, smile on his face as Tony jumped into his car and pulled his shades back on. “You did good, kid. I’ll see you ‘round,” he said, shooting Peter another thumbs up before revving the engine and pulling out of the car park.

Peter watched, shaking his head fondly. He felt kinda exhausted- the day had been stressful as fuck, and it had taken it out of him. But hey- at least it was over. And at least it hadn’t turned into a full-blown panic attack, either. That would’ve just been embarrassing.

“Thanks, Tony,” Peter muttered, waving cheerily over at a still rather horrified looking Flash from across the road before beginning to make his way down the drive.

“Wait. You got a lift?”

Peter turned, watching as Tony reversed back to him and raised an eyebrow at him curiously from the open window.

“Sorry, I don’t get in cars with strangers,” Peter deadpanned, beginning to walk forward again, hiding a fond grin as Tony just rolled forward and followed him.

“Uhh,” Tony made a face, turning around and shuffling in his car for a second before pulling out something. It was a bag of kisses, a few of them already eaten, with the wrappers thrown back in the bag. “I got candy?”

Peter broke his deadpan stare a second later, in order to laugh. Tony was a fucking idiot, honestly. “Right, okay, I’ve been convinced,” he declared, before sliding over the bonnet and opening the door on the other side.

As soon as he’d fallen in, Tony flicked him on the ear. “Ow!” He yelped, looking betrayed.

“Don’t slide your dirty school jeans over my car, you heathen,” Tony scolded, before turning back to the road and stepping on accelerate. “And don’t touch my radio. We’re listening to my music, not yours.”

Peter groaned, “ugh, but your music taste is-”

“Unless you want to get forcibly removed from this vehicle, I suggest you quit running your mouth, boy,”

Peter looked over to him. There was silence for a stretch, before Peter muttered, “Metallica sucks.”

“RIGHT,” Tony pulled his sunglasses off, chucking them at Peter’s chest and then moving his hand to the dash where all his modified features sat, “that’s it, you’re getting ejected, buh-bye demon child-”

“TONY NO I’M SORRY I DIDN’T M-”

#sorry this was so late anon i was at football practise. but I hope u feel better now anyway #peter parker #tony stark #avengers #marvel #itsallavengers writes

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Something Smells Fishy

Summer finally arrived in Daten and boy was the heat blistering. The new residents, the Originals, have become scarce due to direct exposure to the sun and the heat. Humans and Immortals are doing somewhat better but it's gotten hot to the point where the A/C isn't enough. It's either a good time to go to the beach or to stay shut in all day with the freezer opened next to you. Even some ghosts have ducked down until those triple digits go down. The Abbey residents are taking this calm time to either relax or evaluate any renovation the building requires and other mundane tasks. It was now the weekend and Shades didn't hesitate to fetch Strappon as soon as he made his daily visit. He explained that his father required some extra hands at his job considering some... unfortunate circumstances befell his crew. Let's not get into those details. Even with those details that should be concerning, Strappon agreed to let Shades bring along the bunch. It's not like they're strangers to danger. Or so he hoped. As the Abbey residents neared the docks, the weather suddenly began getting gloomy. It was a relief from the merciless sun, but holy shit does it smell like rotten fish. Finally making it to Leather Jacket's shrimping boat, the old man turn around, waving at everybody before realizing the box he was carrying was too heavy for one hand. Once preparations were complete, the boat sped off into the ocean. After a while they began drifting as Leather Jacket sent out the net when everybody comes by a particular scene. A luxury yacht. That's something you just don't see in the dingy parts of Daten. Unbeknownst to them, this yacht was housing Demons who have been getting information about a ghost living in the ocean. They were more than keen to capture this ghost to harness it and wreak havoc. Now whether Immortals end up competing for ghosts or if the ghost wrecks both ships is up in the air, what matters more is what kind of deep sea monstrosity is that net going to pull up.

SOMETHING SMELLS FISHY All hands on deck as the Abbey residents are called in to be extra help for Ol'Leather Jacket. But something smells fishy and not just literally. --------

K-RO: Despite the strange yacht being over yonder, it was a relaxing atmosphere for the most part. Leather Jacket instructed some Angels, and maybe some humans, to have a watchful eye on the crane while others were instructed to do some heavy lifting by cleaning up and organizing equipment. On the yacht, HP was peering over the edge, hoping to see if the ghost would breach the water, even if for a second. "Even if reports say its a ghost, wouldn't it be cool if it was some Lovecraftian creature?" he said to anybody that happened to be nearby.

SAIYAN: "HP, has anyone told you how much of a nerd you are? Bowtie said. Seriously, she didn't understand half the stuff that came out of the orange demon's mouth.

Meanwhile the duo of Undershirt and Wristband looked around the boat. "When they said fishing I thought they meant with rods and reals in a rowboat or something, not this." Wristband said.

"Smells a like dead fish, kinda like you after a hard night of partying" Undershirt said to his older twin.

"Shut the fuck up" she said punching him in the arm.

K-RO: "Hey listen, you have no right to talk when you're a bookworm yourself. I've seen youget emotional on some of the books you've been reading in public," HP retorted.

SAIYAN: "Hmph" Bowtie huffed with a blush. "Th..that's different. Books are healthy, technology just gives you cancer" she said. She really had no good argument to be honest.

K-RO: "What does Lovecraftian literature have to do with technology?" Honestly she didn't look like he had a good argument, here.

"Hey Wristband!" Shades called out, "you need some aloe vera for that burn?"

MLLERMANDA: Gauges started to whine about all the heavy lifting he had to do. He was carrying some boxes and was one of them people assigned to clean up the place. " It's not fair! Why wasn't I put assigned to watch the crane and to not carry these heavy box. Ugh."

K-RO: "Because I'm old and you're not," Leather Jacket said as he passed Gauges while dragging around some harpoons. "At least they're just a couple of boxes."

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens was poking at the fish with a stick he found, trying to see if they were still alive. Once in a while some them would show signs of life but most of them were dead. Either by getting caught or his constant poking. Knittens was too little to help with lifting crates so he would help by watching the crane, which was not happening. Bored out of his mind he continually annoyed the already dying fish. Facsinator was actually not with Knittens, he was on the yacht looking out at the sea. Instead of bursting with energy like usual, he was subdued and quiet. His eyes were glazed over and expression a little ill; with a gentle whisper he muses, "I feel like I'm dying."

SAIYAN: "I don't want to talk about it" she said as she folded her arms.

"I think we might have to dump her in the ocean to sooth that one" Undershirt said with a laugh. "I still can't believe we had nothing better to do than this. You'd think we'd get taken away to some prehistoric land and fight to the death with the way things usually go" he said.

GAMER-GODDESS: Passing by Gauges with an annoyingly cheerful spring in her step, "It's not that bad, just lift with your knees!" Thigh High laughed as she carried two boxes in order to make her flexing appear more natural.

K-RO: "That'll probably quench her thirst, too," Shades laughed. He looked up a little, thinking on what Undershirt had said. it would be cool to see dinosaurs, actually!"

MLLERMANDA: He whines some more as he talks with others. " But still, little me is young and fresh but not the machoest person out there. " Gauges laughs at Thigh High's comment and shake his head. " There no way I can do th-" However, he notices something and stares at amazement with the harpoons that Shades was carrying and how easily Tigh High was doing this hard work. " Wow, you guy are super strong!" He admires the Angels some more, losing some focus on the boxes he was carrying.

SAIYAN: "I hate you two" Wristband said still refusing to look at them.

"Yeah I know how much you love em. Speaking of, how have your dragons been?" Undershirt asked Shades.

"See, I told you I'm not a nerd. I had no idea what that was" Bowtie said to Hp.

K-RO: "Oh you know. Being dragons. Getting big. Getting nipped because they get curious. But hey, my furniture isn't wrecked anymore." As he was explaining the nipping bit, he brought up a hand with a bandage on it. Dragons will be dragons.

"You don't have to be a nerd to know who was Cthulhu's creator, though." HP shrugged it off and noticed that Fascinator wasn't doing so hot, "Yo, you okay? Sea sickness getting to ya?"

SAIYAN: "Well that's good. Y'know, if they get to big you should probably air drop them into the football stadium. That should be big enough. And you know how bad our football team is" Undershirt suggested.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: "Yeah... A little bit but I'm never gonna be on a yacht again so it's worth it." Fasci said with an attempted smile as he took out a ginger root, snapped a little piece off and inhaled the scent. He seemed to have perked up a little after that, but the color of his once rosy cheeks didn't return. "Plus I already vomited out my meals after the ship set sail; so... I won't barf anymore." he showed a weak thumbs up and he returns to looking at the sea. "So... This ghost you guys are catching must be really valuable, huh?"

GAMER-GODDESS: Thigh High grinned at Gauges comment, "Why thank you!" she said as she put her boxes down. Waltzing back over to Gauges, "Would you mind if I helped?" Thigh High asked as she relieved him from one of the boxes from his grip.

K-RO: "Dude, that's mean. But you have a point," Shades replied.

"Well, the thing is that we're unsure if it's actually here. But the locals say it's a big creature so we couls benefit from capturing it."

MLLERMANDA: " No problem." He says as he looks at her and nothing her taking a box. He smiles happily at Thigh High as she takes the box. " That would be awesome~ " Thanks a lot." He grins at her with glee as he gains more focus.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: "So it's like a lochness monster situation-" Fasciantor replied before bending over the railing of the ship and gagging. Coughing and sighs, "S-Sorry, no food in my belly. So while we wait for it to show up, what should we do?"

GAMER-GODDESS: "No worries, anytime you need help with lifting, just give me a shout." Thigh High winked. "Though I'd prefer to work in nicer weather conditions, and without this smell..." she muttered as she balanced the box on her hip with her left hand and waved the air with her right in front of her nose, attempting to lessen the odor.

ZAKUTAKU: He never asked for this. He never asked for anything, in all honesty. But if it was anythig to get him out of work for more than 2 hours, Pack was your man. Your coffee addicted man.

ZAKUTAKU: Strolling up with coffee maker in toll on a wagon, the heavenbent gave half hearted wave to most of the crew, taking seat on a box while he sipped from his precious life stream of black goodness. He should've brought a bag of beans for munching purposes.

K-RO: "We could try getting that fishing boat off the premise, bullshit a story of how the bay's closed to boats due to some... strange occurrences." There weren't any other boats around so that alone could be an advantage to the Demons. "I mean if anything, it doesn't hurt to ram the boat to show it who's boss if the people on it refuse to leave."

"How are you kids holding up? I got a little something if any of you get sea sick. It's mostly sprite, but it'll make you feel better, at least."Leather Jacket held out a small can, pointing to a cooler inside the boat's cabin.

Shades looked off to the side and noticed that his cousin managed to get dragged here. He couldn't tell if Pack's father forced him to come or his own. "Is it your day off, Pack?" he asked.

MLLERMANDA: " So true right there Thigh High." He coughs a bit from the smell, god it was killing him. " Man this place stinks so bad.There way too many fish stank in here. Wish there was a bunch of air fresher of pine cones or something. Any smell is better than this. " He pinches his nose fromthe smell.

ZAKUTAKU: Oh shit, what up, it's that cousin. Setting his pot down, Pack raised his hand in a slightly shaky motion. "Half and half, my dude." He said with a small yawn. "Dad wanted me to do some heavenly hocus pocus or what not after work, and weeeell I'm not all for poking around with magic stuff yet. That and I actually felt like doing some huntin'." He continued, getting off the box and fetching Black Friday from his wagon. "Me 'n' the BF could use it anyway."

K-RO: "Hopefully that the BF can fend off deep sea monstrosities.... Not like the blob fish is anything to be afraid of." It was weird and all but still. "For a fact, dad's been saying something about how all the folks have been seeing weird things in the bay."

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Fascinator shrugged , he was too nauseous to have conscious. "Sure, I'm not against it." he yawns and stretches a little. Having no idea that Knittens lied about volunteering at his catholic school and was on that exact boat. Knittens wanted to help to help lift the crates as well! Afterall, he'll need to do this when he's getting supplies from his ship in space. But he bit off more than he could chew, dragging a crate his height a millimeter a second.

SAIYAN: "Well well well look who it is" Undershirt said to Pack. "What kind of weird things?" he asked Shades.

Wristband simply waved to Pack. She wasn't in a good mood still after getting her ass dragged through the freacking dirt like that.

ZAKUTAKU: "Well, the sea is the sea, my dude." Personally, Pack believed that hell originated at the bottom of the ocean. Only a being of pure demon blood would create something as horrific as the Basking Shark. Gaping mouths nonetheless, Pack was in one of his rare good moods. There were more people to converse with and maybe he might even talk to someone?? Such an exhilarating day already.

K-RO: "Something about a weird snake-like creature," Leather Jacket interjected, "It's been scaring a great deal of fishermen, which is why not a lot of boats are out, but I think sea madness be getting to those pendejos." He then told Shades to monitor the kid who seemed to be struggling with a crate. Well, better help that child before he breaks his back.

MLLERMANDA: Bobby Pin gives out a big loud ass yawn, relaxing on the yacht and was getting herself a tan. She wears a new flashy bikini and was showing off her hair new hair style, now being a hard core blonde.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens will not give in, he will succeed, he will triumph over this mountain in his path to glory for his name was Knit Mittens Butch Trump, gosh darn it! Even if it took him hours to push this one crate to the other side of the boat, he will not rest in the snow or in the rain! Well maybe for a snack, but Knittens will come back afterwards! Despite his heroic speech in his mind, Knittens looks more like he was gonna get a stroke in his winter clothes.

GAMER-GODDESS: "Are you sure it wasn't just these guns?" Thigh High announced as she flexed her arms over her head. go home thigh high ur drunk

SAIYAN: "I feel like that's a load of bull. There is no such thing as a sea monster Wristband finally said. She was not one to believe in cryptids, no way.

"Same I don't think a sea serpent can survive here" Undershirt agreed.

ZAKUTAKU: And there came the first two confidants of conversation for Pack today. "Yeah, it's me. Ready to serve under God's wing or whatever you all say." He was trying. He really was. The whole flying around and serving God part he got, the stripping he also got. His dad did it regularly for Christ's sake. It's just the book itself he needed to brush up on. And even from a few feet away, Pack could taste the salt emanating from Wristband. Sliding out a pink straw from his namesake, Pack dropped it in his pot, sliding the warm container towards the angel. "It's black, but I can add some creamer if you want, bruh." He added. Again, he was trying.

K-RO: "Well who knows. If we have aliens, there's bound to be something in the bay. Not like the ocean's explored thoroughly or anything." With that, Leather Jacket went back to whatever the hell he was doing. Probably eyeing down the yacht. That boat smelled funnier than the bay itself.

Shades grabbed on to the crate, giving it little pushes for Knittens, "You need help, little man?"

CRACKEMWALNUTS: "I.. Can do it! I swear...!! I got this!" Knittens grunted as he pushed harder, but the crate refused to budge and it ended up pushing me onto the ground. It's hard to say what happened but he ended up on the ground exhausted. A small lump in his hat started to crawl out because of the heat. It was no one else but Wool, who wasn't expecting a sudden sauna. Skittering across the ship's floor it began nibbling away at the crate wood.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD: A sound like a hail storm came from below deck as Buckle sprinted from below deck, shoved the door, and leaned over the railing heaved her stomach's contents over the side of the yacht. "Well, shit," she said to herself. "That shrimp was a lot better the first time." She spit into the ocean, trying to clear the rest of the acid from her mouth.

MLLERMANDA: He chuckles at Thigh High and plays along. " Oh my, I think you are right. Those guns are able to achieve anything and everything, if you know what I mean."

SAIYAN: "Two creams, if you would be so kind" she said to Pack with fluttering eyelashes. She was trying to turn on the charm. Maybe she could turn this day around with a big catch of her own.

"Yeah well, I'll believe it when I see it" Undershirt said folding his arms. He looked over at Wristband. "Even surrounded by the smell of dead fish, she is focused in getting laid" he thought with a shake of his head.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Fox looked around , with her namesake covering her nose,"who the hell forgot to bathe? Like hooooly fuck." She wandered the yacht in search of a group to stick with. With no luck she found herself resting against a railing. "Hmph..well ain't this just a grand way to spend a day...yuck.." She huffed.

ZAKUTAKU: Ah, the ol' flutter of the eyelashes. If only he was at a more innocent mindset to be affected by such a skill. But Pack was Pack, and having seen so many attractive persuasions used on him to lower down prices, he had grown numb it to it. Nodding in affirmation, Pack plopped in the two small shots of sugar infused half and half into the coffee pot, stirring it up with his respective straw. "Cheers,chickadee," he said before taking a sip from his straw. Perfect blend of bitter and sweet. Juuuuust right.

(( OOC: PSA: Angels, Thrones and Heavenbents are on the smelly fishing boat. Demons, Inquisitors and Hellbents are in the nice yacht. ))

(( OOC: Gotcha) ))

K-RO: Shades lifted the crate for Knittens, struggling a bit himself, but it wasn't excruciating. "Hey man, it's okay to call for help. But perhaps you should take off your winter clothes. It's the middle of summer, after all."

Leather Jacket was pretty much sitting in the cabin, overlooking a sonar system. All seemed well until it caught something heading in the boat's direction. It must have been a dolphin or something as they are common in the area, although a singular dolphin is a rare thing. As the figure on the sonar was depicted to be right under the boat, there was a sudden violent swaying, nearly knocking him off his feet. Shades let go of the crate and held on to whatever he could so he wouldn't go overboard.

"What thE FUCK. Are there shitty whales in the area or something?"

HP's own sonar system was barely catching the movements of this creature and noticed the fishing boat rocking. "I think we may want all hands on deck, here!"

MLLERMANDA: Gauges felt the violet sway and trips on his own feet. He drops the rest of the boxes that he was carrying and falls hard on the ground. " OUCH. What the hell was that?"

SAIYAN: "WHAT THE FUCK" Undershirt and Wristband both yelled as they were tossed around the boat. Wristband literally got her ass dragged across the floor this time, and it hurt worse than her brothers stupid remark.

"Well, would you look at that. If they weren

SAIYAN: 't a salty bunch before, they will be now" Bowtie said as she looked through some binoculars at the rocking fishing boat.

MLLERMANDA: Bobby Pin was dozening off and was about to knock out until she notices the rocking fishing boat. She laughs at them from the yacht and then goes back to suntanning, not noticing that she was getting a sunburn.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Fox feels the ship rock and she clings onto a crate, her face turing a comical green, "For the love of-" *she hurls off deck and she looks around ,"aaand there goes the four hundred dollar lunch..fuckin fish food now I guess.." Fox grumbled as she watched crates slide around the ship. With a grunt she wobbled to the nearest rail and she held on tight. "ANYBODY KNOW WHAT THE FUCK JUST DID THAT!?" Fox yelled.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Fascinator unable to keep his voice cheery switches to a much more low and quiet tone; almost sounding like a new person. "Oh shit...!" He stared in awe at the ship and the suspense was almost killing him. Knittens almost slid off the ship but luckily his hamster-spider managed to keep him from going in the salty sea by hooking his tiny claw on his coat.Acting fast he took his mittens out of his coat and tied himself to the railing.

GAMER-GODDESS: "Wow, rude!" yelled Thigh High she was thrown into the boat's railing. Looking into the water the young angel announced "WHERE ARE THE HARPOONS? I'm gonna fight the fish!"

ZAKUTAKU: A sound of glass breaking. If the shaking of the boat didn't spook Pack, then what he saw next definitely would. His precious coffee pot, his life stream... broken. He was going to murder, he was going to fucking murder someone and he hoped it was a ghost. Grabbing BF, Pack threw whatever fucks he gave out the metaphorical window as he scanned the waters, weapon in hand.

MLLERMANDA: " I'm not sure what knock us over Fox but all I know is that what ever knocked this ship is going to get an ass whooping out of all us here." He gets up angrily and fixes himself up as he takes his weapon out. " And by the way Thigh High, Shades was the last one who had the harpoons, I'll bet he give you them." He swings his made a bit, getting ready to battle whatever hit them.

K-RO: "The harpoons were on the harpoon launcher... on top of the ship. They weren't tied down to anything so we only have one." Leather Jacket regained his footing with the only harpoon left, "But hey, at least it's the one I stabbed a guy with, so I'm okay with the rest being lost."

"That's not something to be casual about, Pa!" Shades yelled. Of all things.

Whatever hit the boat had its back breaching the water surface and was quickly making itself to the yacht, ramming itself before activity ceased. Its impact made the boat rock, but it wasn't as violent as the smaller fishing boat. "That sashimi bastard better not puncture the hull I swear on Satan's ass," HP muttered to himself.

MLLERMANDA: Gauges becomes worried by Leather Jacket's response and gulps. " Welp, well let's hope whatever this thing is, we can kill it quick and easy with harpoon that you got."

ZAKUTAKU: "C'mon you SeaWorld escapee fatherfucker..." Pack muttered under his breath, grip steady on the BF as he kept his eyes focused on the waters. The sooner that sunuvabitch reared it's ugly head out, it was getting a face full of flame.

K-RO: Shades pulled back Pack from the edges of the boat, "Listen man, whatever's in the water could be another Mocha Dick and I don't feel like telling your parents you were eaten by an asshole sperm whale, okay?"

MLLERMANDA: Bobby Pin felt the rock on the yacht but it didn't bother her at all. She gives out another yawn and comments on the rocking of the boat. " So weak. " Sweat goes down from her face and she swipes the sweat by using a handkerchief she brought with her, not bothered by the creature at all.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Fascinator was knocked into the wall and tried to steady himself on legs of jelly. Reaching behind his head and taking out a shard of his now broken fascinator, he grits his teeth. "F-Fuck me... Shouldn't have used actual shells making this." The rocking of the ship was enough to make fall to his knees and gag. Knittens loosened the knot on the railing but still clung to it. Looking around the sea for any dark shadows he gulped. "G-Guys... Why did it just disappear?"

GAMER-GODDESS: "I guess that means we can guarantee another successful stabbing!" Thigh High nodded as she placed her hands on her hips, "Well shit if we only have one shot, we should definitely shoot it in its ugly mug." She decided mostly to herself, turning to Leather Jacket "I assume you're the only one here who's really good with a harpoon launcher?"

SAIYAN: "Can we please stop talking about dicks!" Undershirt yelled at Shades. The innuendos were getting to be too much. He'd been tossed around a boat ad hit his head multiple times. He just wanted to kill whatever it was that was doing this,

"I'd like to keep talking about dicks" Wristband said as she raised her hand. That was a conversation she could get into.

"WHOA" Bowtie yelled as she was tossed round as her expensive binoculars were dropped on the ground. "That thing better not break them!" she thought in anger. those things were expensive as hell.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: "Well fuck me sideways...I'm not gettin wacked because of some Shamoo wannabe!" She readys her namesake, looking around the boat. "Come out Come out wherever you are Moby Douche bag.." She hears Knittens ,"It..might be under us..."

K-RO: "Nobody's talking about expanding dongs but you Undershirt!" Shades retorted.

"I think," Leather Jacket started, fiddling around with the harpoon, "Honestly I only use the harpoon launcher on other boats because some people tend to be assholes."

HP looked back to his sonar and it was clearly reading a stagnant, large object right underneath them. "This motherfucker's right here," he said, showing the sonar to Bowtie, "Dunno how we're going to catch this thing... Or if it even is a ghost... Do we have bait?"

ZAKUTAKU: "I'm still fighting it," was all he said to his cousin. His coffee pot would be avenged, goddamn it.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: "Hmmmm we're gonna need some live bait…preferably tied up..any volunteers?" She looks around, resting volpe next to her. "Ohh One at a time guys." Fox yawned.

SAIYAN: "We could use Bobby Pin? Maybe it likes human meat?" Bowtie suggested. It was worth a shot. If it wasn't a ghost it would be a good way to lure it in so they could take down the creature.

"Then what's with all the Mocha Dick talk?" Undershirt asked as he shook his head and gained his senses back.

Wristband immediately lost interest in the conversation. She looked around at the water. Everything looked pretty still for the the moment.

GAMER-GODDESS: "Then just pretend the fish is an asshole, which shouldn't be too hard considering the situation." Thigh High stroked her chin for a moment before suggesting, "I'd recommend going for the jugular, but you just do you."

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Fascinator felt tiny drips of blood on the back of his neck, as he wiped it away he eyes the water. "Er... Maybe we have something else?" He points inside the cabin with unsuspecting eyes. You are too trusting of demons Fasci. Knittens regained his balance and hugged Wool. "Maybe it's gone home?"

K-RO: "We could try that, where's the human?" HP asked,looking up from the sonar.

Leather Jacket shook his head, "No, we're not going to use anybody as bait. Unless we get someone from that yacht over there. I mean they're rich, who will miss them? Certainly not their folks who are probably waiting for them to die for the inheritance."

"Because it was a shitstain whale and I don't want this kid being eaten by a whale a la Pinocchio here." Shades said while pointing at Pack.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: She stretches," C'mon someone's gotta be into that freaky bondage stuff." Her phone rings and the jaws theme plays really loudly. "....should..I answer this...?" Fox stared at the black screen.

ZAKUTAKU: "I VOLUNTEER." Pack raised his weapon, both as confirmation and in defiance of his cousin. "And I miiiight have a plan of sorts," he added in, scooting alongside Leather Jacket.

MLLERMANDA: Bobby Pin gives out another loud yawn, giving away on where she was at. She drinks her strawberry banana smoothie and eating some shrimp.

K-RO: Leather Jacket stared at Pack, nearing glaring dagger into this kid, "Mijo...If your mom didn't hesitate to kill our brother, what makes you think she wouldn't hesitate to slit my throat for letting you get eaten." He shivered at the thought, shaking his head, "Sit your little ass down, we're not using anybody as bait."

"I think we know where that human is," said HP.

SAIYAN: "Yeah you have fun with that" Undershirt said to Pack. Thank god someone was stupid enough to do it.

"What are we waiting for then, LET'S GET HER" Bowtie yelled as she started to head off

MLLERMANDA: Bobby Pin contiues to munch on fancy shrimp with full desire. She was definetely taking full opportunities of living like the rich, not noticing at all that demons were planning to use her as bait.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Fascinator didn't say anything because he was glad they didn't notice him being half-human; getting the rope so he wouldn't be included on the menu.

K-RO: "Wait, what? I thought you were just joking." HP turned around to stop Bowtie before she proceeded.

Suddenly the creature breached the surface, clawing its way onto the yacht's deck. It screeched announcing its presence, as if a giant sea creature on a boat isn't all too obvious.

"HOLY SHIT," yelled Shades, "I'm not messing with that..."

HP began pushing Bowtie out of reflex and shoved themselves in the cabin of the yacht, "THIS IS SCARY but cool, I wanna catch it!"

ZAKUTAKU: "Fine, be fish food. I'm still fighting it." Cursed angelic relatives, why can't they just go with the flow for fucks sake. If the angel's wouldn't let him, then he'd have to take matters into his own hands. And by that, he meant waiting. Despite wanting to rebel against Leather Jacket, he made a fair argument about his mom. So he'd wait 10 minutes to jump off and swim to the beastie instead of the usual 5. Hey, he was being considerate.

ZAKUTAKU: And those five minutes came considerably faster. HOLY FUCK, THAT WAS HUGE. And hey, it was going for the reddies first. Nice!

MLLERMANDA: Gauges jumps out of fear, seeing this big ass creature. " HOLY SHIT! That's one big monster." He shakes a bit, " Glad I'm not on that shit."

SAIYAN: "You would" Bowtie said to HP, not taking her eyes off that dragon thing.

"HOLY SHIT!" Undershirt and Wristband said at the creature attacking that boat. Both were glad they weren't over there. But something told them that they would have to deal with that thing.

GAMER-GODDESS: Thigh High blinked

CRACKEMWALNUTS: "OH MY FUCK...!" Fascinator yelped and took his gun out of his pocket in panic. Trying to fire it at the thing but the safety was still on. Snapping back to reality and realizing that this sea dragon was a ghost and indeed not affected by human means. Meaning that he was screwed. His stomach pains and dizziness wasn't helping this situation either. Knittens pulled out his phone and took a picture. "Neat."

MLLERMANDA: Bobby Pin eats the last shrimp on her plate as the giant creature appears on the yacht and starts to claw its way to the ship. The shrimp falls dramatically along with the plate. She freezes from her seat, " Oh shit." She stares at the dragon, mainly at its eyes and gazes at it, not knowing that it was a ghost.

K-RO: Leather Jacket casually made his way to the top of the boat, carrying the harpoon, "I'll get the harpoon ready, I guess."

K-RO: "Hey guys, I just noticed something on that ghost," Shades then points to the face, "That's a person face, is this the reason why 95% of the oceans are unexplored?"

MLLERMANDA: She stares at the mighty beast and hears its mighty sound. Bobby takes off her shades, not believing how big this shit was. She forces herself to get off from her seat and goes against the wall off the yacht and ends up giving a yelp, from the horrendous sunburn and her "slight" fear of the beast.

ZAKUTAKU: Holy shit, he was right. That absolutely was a dude's face on that Lovecraftian abortion. "All the more to burn it," Pack said with a small shudder. Dear nature; please stop.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: She gets close enough on the deck and she takes a selfie , the ghost behind her on the yacht. "Heheh breakin the internet.." Fox snickers and joins the others. " And this is why I poached shit. Ya just get inbred turds like these when you don't."

MLLERMANDA: Gauges chuckles at Shades response, agreeing with him 150%. " Yeah dude, you're totally right. This thing is uglier than sin itself."

CRACKEMWALNUTS: "Like another person's face or it's face?" Knittens asked, squinting his eyes at the beast. "Wait... No I see it! ...Ewwww." turning away from the strange sight and covers Wool's eyes. Fascinator was gasping for breathe as he tried to grasp the situation he was in. He began to slowly back away from the dragon and almost slipped from awe. "D-Damn..." Fasci triled off in thought of the concept of death.

MLLERMANDA: Bobby Pin shakes the dumb fear off the moment she pays attention to its feature seeing that it was the creature they were wanted from and gets excited right away. She throws her shades to the ground and takes out her weapon. " Aww HELL YEA! ITS THE FUCKING BEAST I WAS WAITING FOR! " She gives out a loud cheer at echoes through all out and jumps towards the beast with no fear no more. She aims her weapon at the beast.

K-RO: Leather Jacket finally prepared the harpoon and carefully aimed at the ghost. The harpoon was freshly blessed, so this should do some damage. At least enough to weaken it. Or so he hoped. As it launched, Afrata look towards the source of the launching noise. Screeching, it dodged the harpoon and went back into the water, speeding towards the boat, ramming it hard. Now the old man and the harpoon were overboard.

Shades rushed to the side of the boat, trying to get a hold of his father, "OH FUCK." A little help may be nice.

MLLERMANDA: Gauges goes to the father and son duo and tries to help them out.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: She grunts and hops overboard , catching his father. She stabs her naginata into the side of the boat, not enough to sink it. She stands on it and hold up his pops, " Hurry the fuck up cramps is a lil heavy!" She huffs loudly.

K-RO: Shades quickly grabs on to Leather Jacket's arm and gets pulled up into the boat. With him safe, he holds out his hand to help out Stole, "Hey, thanks."

Leather Jacket just laid on the ground, trying to catch his breath, "They did say being a fisherman was the most dangerous job in the world."

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens crashed against the railing but managed to stay on board, rubbing his side he tried to make it over to help before the creature rams the boat again. "Oh nibble nuts...!" he cried out in panic. Fascinator looked at the harpoon that shot into the yacht and tries to pull it out.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Fox nods and takes his hand ,letting her namesake shift back. " No probs..he okay?" She climbs back aboard. "Thanks man" she said as she stretched.

K-RO: "He'll live," Shades replied, "Not like he's new to this."

SAIYAN: "Alright fuck this guy. Let's get him Wristband" Undershirt yelled as he tranformed his namesake into his spiked flail and jumped off the boat, flying towards the ghost.

Wristband nodded her head and followed suit, transforming her namesake into butterfly swords and attacking the creature as well.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Stole nodded and cracked her knuckles, "Fair enough." She lets her namesake shift back and she readys herself.

MLLERMANDA: Gauges stays quiet and attacks the creature with force.

Bobby Pin attack the creature, forgetting that it was at her side.

GAMER-GODDESS: Thigh High transformed her namesake into her rapier before she also flew towards the ghost, aiming straight for what she assumes was it's jugular.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Fox decides to join the clusterfuck and runs to the end of the deck before jumping off. She aimed her naginata mid air and swung downwards towards the ghost.

(( OOC: http://dcmissionaries.boards.net/thread/125/ghost-afrata For those not in the skype chat, here you go! The highest roll for the ghost is 17. If you get the range of 18 and over you hit the ghost! ))

ZAKUTAKU: Welp, it was fight time. Grabbing the BF, Pack took a good hold of it, aimed it towards the beast and...

ZAKUTAKU: Nothing. Nada. Empty lighter plus can of full axe body spray equals a slightly more tolerable smelling boat. Nonetheless, Pack was peeved.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Fascinator pulled out the harpoon and shrugged. May as well try throwing it. But the moment he lifted it the harpoon's weight caused his balance to shift, causing him to fall over pathetically. God damn it, Fasci.

SAIYAN: "Damn it! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Undershirt yelled as he jumped back up and lunged at the ghost. He build up momentum on his mace and swung down.

Wristband followed her brother's lead and slashed at the ghosts with her swords

K-RO: The first barrage of attacks were whiffed by Afrata, swimming around quickly before going under to avoid most attacks. Once it breached it went back to the fishing boat, keen on sinking it, circling it viciously.

MLLERMANDA: Gauges takes a moment to breath before taking another swing towards the beast. However once he takes the swing, he notices the beast circling around the ship that he was in. His face turn white and starts to shake in panic, seeing it closer to them made him want to kill it faster.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Fox misses and squeaks, falling into the water. She treads water to get to the boat, avoiding the beast, "Why meee" She swims up to the ghost and she uses it as a stepping stool, jumping back onto the boat. "Noooooope"

GAMER-GODDESS: "Get back here and fIGHT ME!" Thigh High bellowed as she attempted to downward thrust the ghost a la Zelda 2, but basic physics were against her as she aimed too high and hit the water with a loud smack.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: She hears the splash and she growns, "not again.." Fox looks at Thigh High , "You must be shitting me.." She rolls her eyes and dives back in, swimming over to thigh high with a life preserver she found hanging up. "YO CHICK I DON'T HONESTLY WANNA SAVE C'MERE"

ZAKUTAKU: Ok, for real this time. Aiming BF at the beastie, Pack started up the stream of Axe and flicked on the lighter, a small jet of stream coming out and going right towards the deep fucker. Score one for the boys back home. That's what people usually said, right? Right. Either way, Pack got in a hit and he was proud of himself.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Fascinator spotted Knittens on the fishing boat that the ghost was sinking and all bets were off. The rage of his young cousin about to be killed fuels his sudden burst of strength as he dived into the ocean with the harpoon. Swimming with all his strength, it took not time at all to reach the ghost. "Even if it's one hit..!" He mutters as he stabs the harpoon in it's side, making sure he twists it inside before pulling it out. Realizing he's in the water with a giant dragon he quickly swims back to the fishing boat and waves for help. Knittens spots his cousin and he grabs another life preserver and throws it down. "Hold on Fasci! I need to get some rope to let you up!"

K-RO: If it was a bull, it would of been bucking furiously as it tried to get Undershirt and Wrsitband off its back. Once those two were gone, it once more circled the boat, dodging most subsequent attacks the angels were throwing. It backed off when BF's flamed grazed it. It didn't really appreciate that, but it didn't appreciate the sudden harpoon even more. Afrata then went on the offensive, speeding off for Fascinator and launching him into the air. Luckily for him, there was a soft surface where he would land on doing minimal to no damage at all.

MLLERMANDA: Bobby Pin lands into the water and the water stings her body. She swims in the ocean and tries to go back to the yacht, doing a terrible job on fighting the ghost.

Gauges sighs happily at this, seeing that everyone was able to take out the scary ghost. However, he looks up and notices a human launched off by the beast. He stares at the kid, being glad that it was him that was launched off by the monster.

SAIYAN: Undershirt's anger was rising. That ghost just wouldn't go down. It was almost like it was toying with them. "HOW DARE YOU?! YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME?!!" he yelled as a bright light encased him, fading to a yellow aura. His eyes blue and blond hair. "HAAAAA" He yelled as he flew back down and swung his flail, striking the ghost as hard as he could.

Wristband just blinked at her brother's display, but followed his lead and slashed at the ghost herself, concentrating on trying to hit any weak points.

GAMER-GODDESS: "Oi, if you don't have anything nice to say then don't bother." Thigh High rolled her eyes as she forcefully pushed the life preserver around Fox and swam them both back to the boat. "NOW ISN'T THE TIME TO START SHIT, PAL!" She yelled as she climbed to the highest point of the boat only to repeat her previous action with the same unsatisfactory results.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Fox crosses her arms and she climbs up with her, "Fiiiine." She gets the water out of her ear and she runs at the ghost to miss yet again.

K-RO: Seeing that the ghost was being overwhelmed by the Angels, HP began preparing a harpoon of his own. One that will stay attached to the machinery. As he aimed, he fired, piercing the ghost clean through it's body. Not being able to do much in its weakened state, Afrata was now being dragged back to the yacht.

ZAKUTAKU: Pack's palms were a tad bit sweaty. Knees slightly weak and arms heavy. The coffee was starting to wear off a bit already. But he had one last can of axe on him. He HAD to be cool guy now. Taking a good look at the dragged ghost, The heavenbent got a running start with what reserved energy he had and jumped off the boat, Trigger happy with his flames as he jabbed at whatever he could. "REPENT OR SOME SHIT, FUCKERMOTHER," He spurted out, before plopping into the ocean, surfacing back up to see if he actually managed to blaze the beastie.

MLLERMANDA: Gauges jumps in joy, seeing the beast was taken out by Pack. It was amazing to watch. " PACK, YOU DID IT! Your the hero dude~"

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Knittens dropped the rope down but too late as his guardian was thrown off into the distance. Tears swelled in his eyes and the sniffles began over his cousin's presumed death. Fasci couldn't scream because his whole being was frozen in fear, and as he flew he landed back on the shore where a truck full of pillows happened to crash and leave a giant mound of pillows. He started to scream bloody hell when he realized he was alive with no broken bones or harm. Fascinator holds the harpoon in victory as he goes back to the shore line to watch the battle from afar. "FUCK ME...! KNITTENS HOLD ON!" Grabbing the harpoon again he swam back to the ship in panic. Well atleast he's getting exercise.

SAIYAN: Undershirt panted a bit before flying to the boat and landing. His aura faded away as his eyes and hair went back to normal. Wristband followed suit and landed next to him. Se would have to learn how to do that.

Meanwhile, Bowtie peered over the bottom of the window.

"It looks like those angels managed to do it" She said to HP.

K-RO: The holy flames set fire to the ghost. It then started to bloat where it exploded right afterwards. HP dramatically arched backwards, burying his face in his hands and slowly fell to the floor.

"I H AD IT. I HAD IT RIGHT THERE AAAAAAAAAAh." He wept a little bit before proclaiming, "I need a drink."

K-RO: The bell tolled and 15 coins fell from the heavens, all landing on Undershirt's head. That's for breaking canon.

"Nice work Angels. I'll be taking those," said Shades as he began picking up the coins. But Shades didn't even do anything, What a lazy man.

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: Fox crawls back on the deck and she flops on the floor, putting a thumb in the air before she let her hand flow with her, "eeehhhh.." She groaned in response.

SAIYAN: "Oww..." Undershirt said as she twitched on the ground. On the bright side, all of the water that came up on the deck washed all the junk off and it no longer smelled like Wristband.

"Hp, has anyone ever told you how much of a nerd you are?" Bowtie asked. What goes around comes around I suppose.

K-RO: HP stared at Bowtwie, "They've told me so many times," he said. "It's not fair, though," He said in a childish tone. He really wanted that ghost.

MLLERMANDA: Gauges stands back and sees the others chatting among with each other. Guess things are time and it's time to go back home for a brand new day. He gives out a light uncomfortable smile before he puts his weapon away and heads off home.

Bobby Pin ends up seeing the angels winning and that made her angry. Her skin was burning, her head was rushing but if anyone should be made at themselves, it should be the demons. They should had known what they were doing with the ghost and do a better job at it.

She rages out of anger from the water and was able to climb back to the yacht. She gets her stuff, steals some more shrimps from the yacht and leaves.

CRACKEMWALNUTS: Fascinator was literally exhausted from swimming to the fishing boat but hugged the crying Knittens and petted his head. "Shhhh... I'm fine, see? No dying today." he soothes as he puts Wool in the boy's hands. "You want ice cream? C'mon lets go get some ice cream when we go home. Oh by the way who's harpoon is this?" Fasci asked out loud and raising it so people could see. Knittens perked up a bit while he heard ice cream and calmed his crying down. "Before I forget... Knittens why did you lie about volunteering?" Oh shit.

ZAKUTAKU: Swimming back to the boat, Pack got aboard, uniform soaked alongside the BF. Thank fuck he got the metal BF instead of the wooden one. Shaking off whatever water was on him, Pack took a look behind him to see- HOLY SHIT, IT WAS FUCKING DEAD. HE ACTUALLY KILLED ONE OF THEM?? For the first time in a while, Pack was actually surprised like. Holy shit. He actually did something important. "I... I killed it...??" He said, shocked that he managed to get the finishing blow on the deep fucker. "Wow I.... WOW. Three cheers for us, eh?"

GAMER-GODDESS: Finally re-submerging, Thigh High's head popped up on the side of the boat opposite to all the action, "HEY, DID WE WIN OR WHAT!?" She called as she swam back to the boat for the second time today.

GAMER-GODDESS: *re-emerging

K-RO: Leather Jacket took the harpoon from Fascinator and began cleaning any ghost slime off it, "Ese sera mio, gracias."

Shades went to Pack, trying to pick him up in celebration but holy shit this kid was too heavy for him. He patted his head regardless, "I'm so proud of you!"

ZAKUTAKU: Hearing Thigh-High's voice, Pack went over to the direction the angel was heading and handed out BF as a support she could grab onto.

ZAKUTAKU: "Yeah, we did, surprisingly!" Pack answered the angel's question, helping her aboard. "I... made it explode?" Cool in both theory and in practice, Pack was honestly surprised

ZAKUTAKU: Granted, the beastie was weakened from the efforts of the other angels, but hey, finishing blow bragging rights! Freaking out a bit at the attempted pick up, Pack accepted said pat to the head as Shady congratulated him. "Eh, piece of piss. Granted, I probably would've been dead if you guys didn't soften him up, but still! Another victory for the good guys, yeah?" He said with a small, yet genuine smile , which is considered a rare thing to see if one knew Pack. Congrats, Shady. You witnessed history today.

GAMER-GODDESS: "You know ghosts, they always have to go out in a blaze of glory." She smirked as she planted her feet back on the boat. " Congrats on killing it, dude!" Thigh High exclaimed as she slapped Pack's back. "Are we done here? Though, this smell is still just as bad, if not worse than before!"

OFFICERCOFFINCAT: "Congrats Pack! " Was that a smile? Ew fox stop that you have no soul that's not what mean girls do. She rings out her hair and her skirt ," ugh I need a shower and an orgasm after this " Fox stretched and yawned.

ZAKUTAKU: Hey, congratulatory praises. It's... been a good while since he heard stuff like that. Work sucks most of that joy away due to asshole fuckwad idiot customers and a work crew about as useful as crowdfunding the third Reich, but hey, Pack was happy. Cute people were congratulating him and he soaked in that positivity.

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