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abrthephantomq · 6 months ago
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Encoder ZIM AU - Ch3, pt 2
AU Master Post
Year: 2004
A month, GIR! He bet me that I couldn’t go a whole tiny human month without talking to him! Is he too stupid to understand that a month is NOTHING to a mighty Irken Encoder??? 
(The SIR unit doesn’t respond to you. He’s too busy swimming through the pile of rubber piggies strewn all over this particular room of your base. You continue to tinker on the piece of equipment you’ve been putting together for a handful of human months, now.)
The human stinkbeast has no idea how long I’ve been alive! (Your antenna twitch as you tap your talons against the counter.) You know, I did the math, once! If Zim were heh-yuman, I’d be one hundred and fifty years old! (You drop your wrench, cursing under your breath as you bend down onto the floor to get it.) The Dib-stink is only fourteen!!! 
(GIR shrieks somewhere to your left, giggling all the while as he jumps back into the pile of piggies. You snort, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at the SIR unit’s atypical behavior. He’s always been like this. The Tallests insisted he was just a special model. You’ve done what you could to his software and hardware, but there was just something – different about him.
Not that it really mattered – GIR has and will continue to be the best little asset you have. His personality is dog-like enough that when the two of you go out in disguise together, he blends in with the other filthy animal companions seamlessly.) 
ZIM has been alive TEN TIMES as long as he has! I’ve seen things the tiny human brain wouldn’t even be able to comprehend! It took us six months to arrive here on our assigned planet! 
(The assigned planet that, while you’ve gathered quite a bit of data on over Earth revolutions, still eludes your complete domination of it. There’s just so much research to be done, and the humans are terrible record keepers. All of the information available to you through various avenues are clearly manipulated and incomplete – including the information provided at the pathetic institution the humans refer to as skool. 
The humans clearly did not understand the importance of proper, unbiased record keeping – something that made it abundantly clear that the humans were far more primitive than their current technological level would imply. They still fought wars among themselves, for example. You find yourself wondering just how stupid this species could actually be.) 
He also had the month start right after we did the informal human ritual of ‘shaking’ on it! The nerve of that stupid, wretched heh-yuman. 
“Awww. Mary doesn’t want you to talk to him anymore?” 
(You sigh. Something twists in your chest cavity. Swallowing the odd sensation away, you pick up a different tool and move to dismantle the piece of equipment all over again.) No, GIR. He wants me to leave him alone for a wretched human month. And he thinks he won’t be begging Zim to start talking to him again by the end of it! (You scoff, turning to glance at the SIR unit as he approaches you, his eyes big and somehow watering.) 
“Mary doesn’t want to talk to you, anymore?!” (Your antenna flatten against your skull, and you rush pull a different stupid rubber animal out from your pak.) 
Of course the Dib still wants to talk to me! (You hedge for a moment as GIR’s circuitry continues to do…. whatever it is doing.)
[Note to self: Examine GIR’s code once more to see if there is a way to make him…. not do that.] 
He just – needs a break! Yes! A break from ME, the almighty ZIM and his future master. 
“A… break? Did Mary break up with you, Master?! Oh no!!”  Eh? (You blink at GIR as he dissolves into sobs. His words catch up to you, and one of your ocular implants twitch at GIR’s implication.) No, GIR. He did not break up with me. He just made a stupid bet with me, and I intend to win it.
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July, the main month for the summer season, lots of festivals in place, warm weather and many options to cool down, and of course the rich beauties of the whole thing. 
For a certain 14 year old girl it was more tortuous than anything.
Among the sea of people stands a young teen girl with wavy light pink hair done up in a bun, her brown eyes damp in humiliation as she cups and rubs her large stomach under her red kimono.
It’s her birthday, officially turned fourteen as of a few hours ago, and here she is in one of the most special festivals of her year dressed all nice in a kimono her mother got her earlier in the year, but she’s in pure Hell’s misery as she can feel and see so many eyes on her and the pregnant belly that shines more thanks to the kimono as she knows their whispers around her as she walks tired feet across the crowd looking at the ground in shame.
“I hear she doesn’t know the father”
“I bet she does she just doesn’t know where he is”
“What a poor excuse for a woman”
Tears threatened to spill as she leaned forward some, her ankles swollen and hurting due to the heavy weight of her baby connected to her body, sweating a lot due to higher emotions and the summer heat, face red in embarrassment and summer waves.
Suddenly, cold pale hands catch her from her mind as they carefully hold her shoulders and guide her to a nearby bench, “Please rest Hiroko.” Said the soft yet semi strict toned voice.
Hiroko smiles as she sits, feeling calming as soon as she sits down with a young man, 15 years old, with ice pale porcelain skin and groomed back jet black hair and large sharp dark gray eyes wearing a steal gray and black kimono, stands in front of her with a stern but easily noticeably calm look on his face towards her.
“Do you want me to get you anything? Water? Food?” He asked, his voice matching his tone earlier as his pale nimble fingers, bruised from hobbies, twindle and mess with one another in front of his chest, accidentally showing how worried he actually is for her. 
She giggles softly in response, “No, I’m fine Aki. Just overwhelmed and tired, that’s all.”
He makes a noise and drops his hands fast as he responds, “I told you to not call me Aki anymore. I am head of the student council so you have to call me by my full name, Takaaki Ishumaru.” This made Hiroko snort and giggle more, which made the boy crack a smile in return.
The moment of peace was quickly interrupted when an older man came over in a hurry and quickly grabbed and dragged the boy away in a hushed yet heavily strict voice, “What are you doing Takaaki? Do you have any idea how bad it’ll look for my campaign if you’re near a disgrace like her?!”
Takaaki glanced over his shoulder to his friend as a camera woman talked to his father, who suddenly brightened his face with a smile and held his family close as cameras flicker and click with every picture, as he talks to them about the festival and it’s activies. 
Hiroko sighed softly and stared up to the clouds to try and distract her from the world around her, rubbing her stomach softly.
“Everything will be worth it…”
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Screams echo the halls of the hospital, high pitched and upset, the source of the pained screams as a teenage girl hurries down the hall with some nurses trying to sooth her and help her in her pains.
Her child decided they wanted to see the world early, just 20 days after her 14th birthday, and she had to quickly hurry to the hospital as her contractions got worse.
Running alongside the nurses and her, pulling the wheelchair is a young man with short thick bushy locks of a light honey blond-brown wearing thick rimmed black glasses over his light yellow-green orbs and dressed in a school uniform. 
“Everything will be okay Hiroko! Just breathe and I’ll be right here!” He called out over her wails and tears. A nurse turns to him, “Are you the father?” She asked.
The boy quickly sputtered, “N-No! I-I’m just her friend, my name is T-Taichi Fujisaki!”
That was the last thing said before the girl was rushed to the delivery room in a quick hurry and he was forced to stand outside in the hall.
Minutes turned to hours as silence cut the room as Taichi paced back and forth, running his fingers through his hair as he mumbles things like “it’ll be okay” and “she’ll be fine” under his breath.
Soon footsteps echo across the halls, making him look up and seeing a familiar face of Takaaki Ishimaru running up to him, slapping his visitor sticker on his chest. “How is she?!” He asked, obviously not meaning it to be a yell but nevertheless it became. Taichi welcomed his friend with a gentle hand on his shoulder and said, “Hiroko’s fine. They took her to the delivery room right away.”
The two took a breath together before pausing as a baby’s faint cry catches up to them.
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loveforpreserumsteve · 2 years ago
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Most Likely (high school reunion Stucky fic)
Fourteen:
Few things plagued Steve's mind the way that Bucky Barnes did. In their youth, it had been thoughts of admiration. In adolescence, it had been desire. Even in the two and a half decades they spent apart, Bucky was always just around the corner in his thoughts. Wondering what he was up to. Wondering if Bucky thought of him – at least – every once in a while.
And now? Now was no different. It just solidified that devotion, as though it was in the very makeup of his DNA.
"I, uh," Bucky started, sipping on the complimentary hotel instant coffee. He kept his gaze down on his hands and shifted uncomfortably. It took Steve back to their shared childhood. It was the exact way he would act whenever they were caught doing something they shouldn't have been doing and Bucky always took the blame for it from their parents.
"Listen, Buck," Steve began. Heart racing, pounding in his chest. His stomach in knots. "I'm not gonna lie or beat around the bush. I'm pissed at you. Really fucking pissed. Not just for last night, but for how our friendship ended."
Bucky weakly chuckled and agreed, "I'd probably be pissed at me too."
"Then, why'd you do it?"
Brows furrowing, Bucky asked, "Do what?"
"'Do what?'" Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes, taking a large drink of his own cup of bitter complimentary coffee. "'Do what,' as in, 'why did you ignore me?' Or how about why you never told me you hooked up with Nat – Natasha "Scary Nat" "Cootie Nat" Romanoff – of all people? Why didn't you tell me you were going to be a dad?
"I would've been there! I wanted to be there! Just like I wanted you to be there for my kids!"
"I'm sorry."
Well, that was easier than I thought.
It wasn't what Steve wanted though. He didn't want an apology. He wanted an explanation. Sighing, Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep a handle on his emotions. Just as he would encourage his kids, he said, "I accept your apology."
For a moment, they were silent. Just taking a drink of their coffees. Steve wondered how they got here. Never in their life had they been like this. It's because Bucky chose this for you, Steve bitterly thought.
"It doesn't seem like you do."
"I do," Steve assured. Then, amended, "But that doesn't mean that I approve of what you did."
"...neither do I."
Steve's head snapped up so quickly that one could be worried about whiplash. But Steve was confused. Even more so than he was before. With his brows set in a heavy furrow, he asked, "Then why did you do it?"
Thickly swallowing, Bucky took a moment. Looking at his hands, he fidgeted in his wrinkled clothes from the night before. Steve could almost hear the brunet's inner thoughts of just telling him. Grow some balls, just like he used to say when they were kids and he felt like he needed to be braver than he felt.
Exhaling, Bucky admitted, "It felt like you were forgetting about me. Moving onto bigger and better things and leaving me behind."
"But I wasn't," Steve protested, his heart aching for his best friend. Aching for the person that he had always known was his person, "I wanted you there!"
"You had Peggy."
"So?"
"So," Bucky scoffed, angry and hurt, "You didn't need me!"
"What are you talking about?!"
"I just told you!"
Now Steve could feel the anger of the past twenty-five years running through his veins, heating him up. How could Bucky even think that? Surely, he must've known that Steve had been crazy about him from the moment they met. All he had to do was look at those big steel-blue eyes and he fell in love. Even at five years old, before he even knew what that kind of love was.
It was so obvious that he was sure more than half of their classmates knew about his pathetic little crush, for fuck's sake!
"Where in the hell would you have gotten that idea?!"
"Oh, I don't know," Bucky started sarcastically. "Maybe the fact that you spent all of your time with Peggy!"
"She was my girlfriend," Steve defended his past self. "She was my first girlfriend! And the only one who gave a damn about me!"
"Oh, that's rich," Bucky sneered. "That's really fucking rich, y'know that?"
"It's true! You proved that when you started canceling every Friday night!"
"You're the one who canceled first!"
"Yeah, once!"
"For Peggy!"
"Oh my god!" Steve pulled at his hair, surely making it stand up unattractively. Gritting his teeth, he threw the accusation back at the brunet, "Like you never canceled one of our sleepovers for a date!"
"That's different!"
"How?!"
"Because I was trying to forget you!"
"Why?" Steve pleaded, just wanting to understand. Whatever he did wrong, he just wanted to know. Wanted to know so he could fix it. He was desperate! This was his second chance with Bucky, and he didn't want to lose him again!
Bucky threw his arms up, "Because it was easier!"
"Easier than what?"
"Just easier!"
"This doesn't make any goddamn sense! What was easier than being friends with me? Huh? What did I do?"
"You didn't do anything, Steve."
"Clearly I did since you didn't want to be my friend."
"That's not true," Bucky nearly growled.
Steve's voice rose, "Why did you abandon me then?!"
"Because it was easier!"
"Easier than WHAT?!"
"EASIER THAN BEING IN LOVE WITH YOU!"
Shocked, everything stilled inside of Steve. His breath, his heart, his mind. Out of everything that could've come out of James Barnes's mouth, that was the last thing on the list. Nothing in Steve's wildest dreams – okay, maybe his wildest dreams – did he ever think that Bucky would admit something like that.
It left Steve lightheaded. As though he could just float away.
What could've been an eternity or five minutes later, Steve came back to himself. Snapping his open mouth shut with an audible clashing of teeth. No, Steve shook his head, there's no way that this is really happening.
But by the wide eyes and terrified expression on Bucky's face made it easier to believe that it was, in fact, happening. And just to make sure that it was, Steve felt the need to pinch his own arm as discreetly as possible.
"I didn't– that wasn't– I'm sorry," Bucky stumbled over his words.
Easier than being in love with you!
In love with you!
Love
In love
With you
Steve's chest was tight, and his heart leapt in joy as though Bucky was admitting to still being in love with him. Which was ridiculous. Because there was abso-fucking-lutely no way that Bucky was still in love with him. They didn't even know each other anymore. And maybe they never did if they were both pining for each other but were both so terribly obtuse.
And since one was always following the other, Steve admitted, "I loved you too. Was in love with y–"
The, ou, got caught in his throat as Bucky's mouth crushed against his in the sweetest of ways. This was everything that Steve had ever wanted, and he almost didn't believe it. Before he could question it though, he felt Bucky pull away and realized that he had been too stunned to even kiss back. But now his brain had returned from the Blue Screen of Death, as he practically mauled the other man.
Tangling his fingers in Bucky's soft, tousled hair, he felt Bucky's tongue along the seam of his lips and allowed his former best friend entrance. Instantly, Bucky was licking his way into Steve's mouth. Steve couldn't help the guttural groan that escaped him, especially when Bucky moaned at finally tasting the blond.
Admittedly, this was everything that Steve had wanted for, well, ever. At least for as long as he could remember. And as much as it killed him to pull away, he still did. Because this wasn't right.
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phillipfancypants · 6 years ago
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14 year old girls
   So I’ve been seeing this meme going around about “14 year old (white) girls,” that honestly makes me so sad. Like these girls are usually pretty new to the internet and when they see cool quotes, they might repin/reblog/share them. We all have seen them hundreds of times, so they aren’t cool anymore. And it’s not the meme itself that I hate so much, it’s the comments.
   If you are a 14 year old girl, you basically can have 3 ways to react to this: 1) you like the quote that the meme mocks and you decide to pipe up “hey, what’s so bad about it,” or “the original post is about being depressed/a bad relationship, this isn’t funny” hoping for someone to agree with you. Instead you get a flurry of replies: “look at this 14 year old girl. She is T r i G g R E d 🔥” and “bro chill.” You decide that next time, you won’t say anything at all. 2) you think hey I also don’t like that quote, and decide to write “haha. I’m fourteen and honestly, other girls my age can be so stupid! I’d never post something like this.” After seeing the other girls getting teased for calling the post out, you feel confident that everyone will agree with you. You’re one of the cool girls in their eyes. Instead, the same people mock you. But in a different way. These replies are along the lines of “omg I’m NoT liKe OtHEr GiRLs” and “r/im14andthisisdeep” “OMmmMGggGG, sO eDGy”. After reading these, you decide that maybe being 14 isn’t as grown as you thought it was. Maybe there’s nothing you can do that will make people like you. After a while, you submit to the third choice: you decide to ignore the post, even though it’s goes against everything you’re learning in your shiny new internet. You’re supposed to speak up for what you believe in…right? Still, next time you come across a cheesy quote that you like, you’re a little less likely to share it. In all of these situations, the girl is looking for a confirmation that who she is okay. And in all of these cases, she ends up feeling worse than when she started.
   Being 14 is tough, man. Like, I guess I’m not 14 anymore, but I can remember what it feels like to be 14. Like, that was the year that I stopped wearing all my nerdy T-shirts. It was the year I pulled down all of the posters in my room and stopped wearing cool winter hats. When I was 13, I became vegetarian because my best friend was, and I thought she was so cool (I later found out the she was only vegetarian because SHE had a vegetarian friend who SHE thought was cool). When you’re fourteen, you start to purge all the stuff that you considered YOU. And you can’t really get that back, like I can still wear ugly hats, and shirts that reference Minecraft, and listen to Big Time Rush, but it’s not the same. That’s not me anymore. And in some ways, I’m better. I love being vegetarian, and I enjoy wearing a (fake) leather jacket and combat boots, but being 14 took something from me that I’ll never get back. I was probably a pretty annoying kid, but I was unapologetically me.
   So yeah maybe I seem “Triggered”. Maybe it’s just a joke and I’m taking it too far, but I haven’t seen anyone talking about it. And I just want to bring it up I guess. It doesn’t matter if you like those semi-deep quotes that question society, or if you think they’re immature. If any of my followers or mutuals are 14, I want you to know that you’re still figuring out what kind of adult you want to be. Don’t lose who you are for the sake of making other teenagers “respect” you (odds are, some of them won’t like you whatever you do).
You are a fourteen year old girl.
And that is okay.
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starburstsobsessions · 2 years ago
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Rating vanguard G characters and if i could/should physically fight them. (im near the end of girs crisis dont @ me). to be added if i watch more of g
Chrono: yes he is a child. but at what cost
Shion: no!!!!! he would stab me. that boy literally fears nothing im so scared of fourteen year olds with weapons
Tokoha: look. i could. but again at what cost? tokoha would probably beat me up good tho just saying. also she is friend material not pulverize material
Kamui (ancient): Yes! lets be real, he matured and is thus much better nowadays than when he was a little shit, but i could still kick his ass. he isnt the most formidable out there hes just young LOL
Mamoru: No!!!!!! he is too friendly so i wouldnt!!!!! i wont even consider if i could!!!!!
Kumi: i would die for her and die before i had to hurt her
Tsuneto: i would throw him down in the sewers (lovingly)
Kei and Karl: they would follow tsuneto. all hail team Trinity dragon
Jaime: that is a good question. i love him but i feel like if he gets another harassment charge ill have to dispose of him
Luna: NEVER
Am: she isnt afraid to kill me. I would not try it.
Rin: I could probably beat her up but im a lesbian so we have a solid wlw understanding
Taiyou: hes literally a baby why
Shouma: i would curb stomp him
Kanzaki: That fucking weirdo needs to get his ass beat. if not by me, then someone else please
Ibuki (revised): No. im too young to die!!!
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phis-corner · 3 years ago
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#5
marvel crossover
aka me wishing for the black widow movie to just come out already.
warning: blood and death.
@timari-month-event
Masterlist
The girl is four years old. She stands, posture ruler-straight, in the studio with nineteen other girls, as Madam walks amongst their ranks, sharp eyes inspecting every inch of their body.
Two are shot right there and then, one for having dirt underneath her fingernails, and the other for fidgeting.
By the time the girl is ten years old, she is the only one left.
When the girl is twelve, she escapes the Red Room, where she had her hands drenched in blood, so much blood, that would never wash off again. She jumps from bus to bus, train to train, never staying in one place for more than two days in hopes that they’d find her again.
When the girl is twelve, she is caught stealing from a bakery. Sloppy, Madam would say. Messy. Irresponsible. She is too hungry to care.
When the girl is twelve, she is given food and shelter and a home, with two people who are determined to be her parents and give her a normal life. They don’t care about the blood that drips from her hands, the scars littering her body, and the haunted look in her eyes. They just want her to live.
The girl is thirteen when she finds a pair of earrings that she isn’t worthy of wearing. But she puts them on and fights anyway because there’s a city that depends on her. She doubts they would feel the same way about her if they learned of the red that permanently stained her hands.
The girl is fourteen when a portal opens up in the sky above New York, spewing out creatures from beyond her world, and she watches on the news as a red-haired woman in all black kicks and spins and dodges with an elegance that only comes from years and years of dancing and training in the Room painted with the blood of dead girls.
The girl is fifteen and Sokovia falls from the sky. She finally removes the butterfly from the corpse of her partner’s father. His blood mixes and melds with the stains on her hands, but she doesn’t care, because there’s another body lying nearby with a black cat ring on its hand, another child turned into a soldier turned into a martyr for someone else’s cause.
The girl is fifteen and she steals the box of jewels in the dead of the night, cutting the throat of the man who condemned her partner to death with a single ring, and leaves, swearing that she will never let anyone use the jewelry again.
The girl is fifteen and she jumps again, from bus to bus and train to train, and takes a plane across the Atlantic to find the woman with the fiery red hair who moves like her.
The woman is in a tower that gleams in the center of a busy city. The girl simply goes up to the main entrance and knocks. The red-haired woman sees the Room in her immediately and lets her in with gentle green eyes and a smile that feels understanding, for the first time in the girl’s life.
When the girl is fifteen, she finds another one like her, another Widow, and finally feels at peace.
The girl is sixteen when she travels with the other Widow to a dark city that never sees the sun, filled with dirt and grime and desperate people, to work with a shadow.
The shadow, dressed like a bat, also has a shadow, in the form of a boy her age in red and black.
As their mentors work, they bond, meeting on rooftops at night and talking about anything and everything.
Then one day, he removes his mask. “I’m Tim,” He says, looking at her with eyes that are the clearest blue she’s ever seen.
The girl doesn’t wear a mask, but she is a ghost, nearly impossible to track, so she returns the favor, using the name she had been given when she lived in a French bakery and pretended to be normal. She quite liked that name.
“Marinette.”
Tim is different from everyone else she’s met. He’s been broken before, shattered into tiny pieces by life just like so many others that she knows, but he’s put himself back together, the only indication that he’s not the same being the fine lines where he had to use glue.
She doesn’t mind. After all, she’s broken too.
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189 notes • Posted 2021-01-09 16:21:41 GMT
#4
high school au with theatre kid jason and costume designer/makeup artist marinette
194 notes • Posted 2021-10-11 00:10:21 GMT
#3
okay sO @peppersonironi tagged me in a wip title tag game but I literally just remembered being tagged means I actually have to do this lmao
rules: post the file names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous the name. send me an ask with the title that intrigues you the most and I’ll post a little snippet or tell you something about it! tag as many people as you have wips.
these are only the wips I've worked on recently because otherwise the list would literally never end haha
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for our reign has just begun
angst - cuddles (28)
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soi 7 
dd IV-I 
a secret i told only the stars
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the absence of light
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sunshine 
painted in blood
the language of truth
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and there is no way i’m tagging one person for every wip lmao so @moonlitceleste @savagenutella46 @miraculouspenta @miraculousmelodies @jinx-jade ​
223 notes • Posted 2021-04-13 13:37:25 GMT
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rereading shadow of the batgirl and cass is so freaking adorable sldkfjasldhgk
247 notes • Posted 2021-04-28 18:06:51 GMT
#1
jasonette (either romantic or platonic, but i think platonic would work better for this one), but when Jason dies, he turns into a ghost. he follows Batman back to Gotham tries to stay with Bruce and Alfred at the manor, then Dick in bludhaven, but it hurts him just as much, if not more, to see them mourning him when he’s right here, why can’t they hear him?
and when Tim Drake shows up with his dark hair and blue eyes and tragic past and Bruce only fights for so long before accepting him as Robin, Jason can’t take it anymore, and he leaves.
the benefits of being a ghost: you don’t get tired. or hungry. oh, and it is so, so easy to stow away on the nearest plane headed for who-knows-where because you just can’t stand being in Gotham anymore.
he ends up in Paris, wandering aimlessly through the brightly lit streets, so different from Gotham, not bothering to move out of the way for people. what’s the point? they can’t see him, and they pass right through him anyway with only a shudder at most.
until he tries to walk through a girl whose dark hair is pulled into pigtails, and she swerves out of his way.
Marinette doesn’t really know why, but ever since Fu handed over guardianship to her, she’s been able to see ghosts.
there’s a pattern to them - the ghosts are all the ones who’d died tragically. unfairly. the ones who had the most painful, brutal ends and did not deserve them.
she wonders if it’s because of the Order’s destruction. (but that was reversed, wasn’t it?) or maybe because of all the damage the miraculi have done in the past, regardless of whether or not it was reversed. after all, Atlantis certainly wasn’t brought back above sea level.
but not every ghost she’s seen has died from miraculi-related causes, so she does not know.
all she knows is that she sees ghosts now, and they look so similar to living, breathing humans, that the only way she can tell is if they pass through her.
and she doesn’t really want to risk it if they’re not actually a ghost, you know? that’s awkward.
so she just treats every figure she sees like a normal human being, and pretends she does not see the dead at all. she moves out of the way of a dark-haired boy with soulful blue eyes while walking back towards the bakery from school, and doesn’t think much of it.
not until he appears in her room a few minutes later, anyway.
296 notes • Posted 2021-01-06 01:25:30 GMT
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heinoustuck johndavekat ( weird thought but its more for me than it is for you. The person who is reading this)
So after finding and saving some Random girl from getting killed/transmuted, John and the girl hideout in an dumpster that has been laying on its side and is completely covered in piles of garbage bags--don't ask john what's inside the bags, he's checked and he doesn't want to talk about it!!....poor little guy..ANYWAY ON WITH THE SURPRISINGLY FUNNY SKIT! (I think?)
Girl??: So...what's in these little bags??
EB: !!!-Don’t--
Girl??: omg!! WHY DO YOU HAVE YOUR DIRTY LAUNDRY IN A BAG!! OH my GOD! Is that your boxers!?
EB........uh yes? (Privileged much) because..it's not as if we have a fully functioning washing machine just laying around Unless we're talking about the one that's on or in the piles of trash outside also why should it matter and I don't think you can consider this laundry more like rags that I merely found that could keep me warm!
Girl??: *sigh* well I guess you're better than nothing...
EB: uhhh? What's that supposed to mean?
Girl??: you know! * Vaguely gesturing*
EB: uhh umm?.....
Girl??:....
EB:??..what? (why do I feel like I've just made a mistake by helping her)
Girl??: ugh!! You know! Repopulating and saving others AND definitely destroying those Abominations!! 
EB..........
EB..um. I'm pretty sure that wouldn't work because first of all I've just hit my first milestone of being fourteen years old and I don't intend on getting killed unless I really need too, after all I Never thought I'd sadly get this far-- 
Girl??: that's exactly why we hav--
EB: ALSO!! I'm bi and unfortunately in a relationship that I can't escape from with an disembodied, loud voice Telling me That they made the stars for me.....and that there always watching.....
Gir??:......* Mild concern mostly for herself, granted*
EB: Aannd A giant flying feathery monstrosity that used to stalk my house and leave...little..dead things. AND crushed chocolates that looked as though they have been ripped out of a box or container. OH wait they probably WERE!!
Girl??:.don't tell me you actually ate them.
EB....
Girl??: oh my God *proceeds open up the dumpster and puke their guts out*
EB:.wow. I WAS gonna tell you "no.I thought about it but no." BUT you just immediately Assume I ate the chocolate. Wow. So logically you're just puking for nothing 
Girl??: and to think, I was looking at you as though you were the main character in those apocalyptic fanfics and novels and comics who was portrayed as the strong broad, strategizing guy that know one suspects!!
EB: excuse me. who are you to judge.. Also I don't think you have noticed but I'm a fourteen year old kid with a typical nerd looking figure who sadly doesn't look big or buff. I'm not built like Arnold Schwarzenegger or the Rock!
girl??:Oh wow. And here I thought The reason Why you look and talk the way you do was because you have mummy issues..*eye rolling*
EB:..........
Girl??: ok. I didn't know why I said that. I'm sorry.
EB: Nah.Thats alright. It would explain my taste in past crushes. Like how my crushes is always seemingly intimidating and threatening upon my life and how they always seem to be stronger than I am. But that's just probably the general vibe I got from rose..
Girl??: who's rose. 
EB: Not important :B
Girl??: but--
EB: LET'S MOVE ON. *and escape from this conversation where I randomly spill my whole backstory*
Girl??: --_--  
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hcneymxxn · 2 years ago
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excuse me did you see CANDICE SWANEPOEL hanging around palmwood studios? oh no, that was PERSEPHONE SINCLAIR, the 36 year old ACTRESS who plays ALISON POPPY on SCHITTY'S LAKE. yeah, you know rumour has it they're -IMPULSIVE, and -PARANOID, but their fans all say they’re +OPTIMISTIC  and + METICULOUS. around palmwood studios they’re known as THE POP ICON . ( CISFEMALE, SHE/HER)
when i said i was gonna have self control with characters this time...i lied xoxo. her intro is the same, but i added where she’s been in her absence! for those of you that haven’t met this angel girlie yet - she’s basically inspired by britney spears!
WANTED & TAKEN CONNECTIONS || FILMOGRAPHY & DISCOGRAPHY || PINTEREST
being the first born child of the sinclairs thrust persephone in the spotlight from the moment she was born.
her mother was a prominent talent manager and her father was a music producer, meaning that fame truly was the only option for her. her parents had been insanely controlling, practically forcing persephone to be the star that they always dreamed she’d be.
from the time she was a little girl, persephone was acting. at the age of only two years old, she was cast on an incredibly popular family sitcom (full house vibes) and in between filming for that, was cast in a plethora of disney channel movies and shows, commercials, nickelodeon shows, and eventually went on to star in blockbuster, hit movies.
she was a true child star, not knowing a life outside of hard work or celebrity status and as she got older, she began to get into a bit of trouble.
being exposed to the night life, partying and having anything she wanted at her disposal made it easy for the girl to live a wild life behind the scenes. drugs and alcohol became regular things in her life by the time she was only twelve years old and her parents simply allowed it. if it kept her famous and relevant, they didn’t care.
however, their plans of oscar awards and absolute stardom came to a screeching halt when persephone was just fourteen years old and found herself pregnant by one of her co-stars.
the plan was for her to get an abortion, but her doctor sold the sonogram pictures and her medical records to the tabloids and it was now time for her parents to do some serious damage control.
instead of their original plan, they made persephone keep the pregnancy - which ended up being a twin boy and gir - kaiden and aphrodite, and forced her and the baby daddy to stay together.
as soon as the babies were born, persephone’s parents took control, practically raising the babies themselves and completely managing persephone and the baby daddy’s relationship - painting them as this picture perfect teen couple who defied the odds and were raising their family.
persephone was thrust back into the spotlight, now being forced to start a career as a pop-star, even though she wasn’t exactly an amazing singer. however, her father’s producing skills came in handy - all of her music was completely autotuned and manufactured.
with her mother taking care of her babies, grooming them and raising them to be stars just like they had persephone, persephone was free to continue climbing the hollywood ladder. with the public so focused on her and fascinated by how she juggled it all, she became a pop sensation overnight and by eighteen years old, she had five grammys under her belt and had embarked on multiple international world tours.
at twenty one, she and the father of her children got married, her parents letting them know that it was time and on the covers of magazines, it seemed like persephone had managed to defy the odds and have a picture perfect life.
however, that couldn’t have been further from the truth. persephone suffered with severe post partum depression after the birth of her twins that was never taken care of and was simply given drugs to numb herself and keep her going, she had been forced to return to work and embark on becoming a world famous pop star and didn’t have any power or control in raising her own children - and her husband shared the same frustrations, which caused their relationship to absolutely crumble.
they were divorced by the time persephone was twenty four and when she was twenty five, she had a complete, public mental breakdown. she had been seen leaving nightclubs completely disheveled in the middle of the night, starting fights with paparazzi and anyone who came in her face, and even showed up to one of her shows completely intoxicated and passed out on stage - which was the final straw for her parents, who immediately sent her to rehab.
after spending an entire year in rehab getting herself together, persephone finally had clarity and realized that her parents were at fault for everything that had gone wrong in her life. she took her children, moved to the outskirts of los angeles and lived the next ten years out of the spotlight.
her children were eleven years old, but she was just learning to be a mother. however, she poured her entire heart and soul into making up for the lost time. but of course, the apple didn’t fall too far from the tree. with her children being raised to want to be famous, persephone was always one to support their dreams and managed her children’s careers when they both decided to be actors.
however, she’s a different kind of controlling than her own parents were - she’s controlling in the sense that she’s fiercely protective over her kids and doesn’t want them making the same mistakes she had made, which causes them to argue quite a bit, even though they’re both now 21 year old adults.
after getting them both cast in roles on palmwood studios, persephone was shocked when she was approached by the producers of schitty’s lake and although she swore she’d never step into the spotlight again, she figures maybe this time it’ll be different, because this time, she’s completely in control.
present day:
persephone recently took a two month hiatus after she felt herself close to relapsing. with everything going on with her kids and the drama in her own life, she needed to step back for a minute.
she spent the past few months in tulum, living on the beach, going to yoga classes daily, and working on self care.
now that she’s refreshed, she feels like she’s in a better headspace to step back into the spotlight and the craziness that is hollywood.
she’s loving her role as the over the top and ditzy alison poppy on schitty’s lake and loves being on a set where comedy and making people feel good is the main focus.
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ok anyway build-a-bear employee!jin who meets y/n bc she comes in to make a new friend after a breakup and he teases her for being an adult by herself in the store and after she starts tEARING UP he’s like okok no!!!! and helps her make the cutest lil guy and records a cute message to put inside
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➺ pairing; kim seokjin x reader
➺ genre; employee!jin, i brought you to build-a-bear so obviously this is going to be very floofy (sfw!!) 
➺ wordcount: 4k
➺ what to expect; “…turning twenty-two soon and you’re buying yourself a teddy bear?”
➺ note; when i told u guys that jin always gets the cutest drabble requests i wasn’t LYING!!! i have my own bear from build-a-bear named blu (he’s dark blue with white stars!! at the age of eight i was not very good at coming up with creative names) so obviously i had to write something for him and his homies
                                         »»————- 🧸————-««
jin has a love-hate relationship with his job
you would think that working at build-a-bear would be pretty fun - and it can be, sometimes! - but jin can confirm right here right now that it’s not aLL that great
on one hand, he loves the dramatics of build-a-bear because he’s given the chance to act like the whole store is whimsical and that the tiny little heart that he stuffs inside of the bear is full of magic and hope and happiness (he majored in acting in university so his degree is surprisingly very useful here)
but on the other hand… he works at build-a-bear.
this isn’t where he thought he’d be!!! not at all!!! 
he’s basically almost thirty and he works at a frickin build-a-bear
this wasn’t part of his plan!!!
his plan was to graduate from university, get famous from acting in a small commercial because of his devilishly handsome face, and then immediately get signed onto some fancy hollywood acting deal and become internationally known
but, no!
he graduated from university, didn’t get any roles in any small commercials, and had to find a way to make money so had no choice but to find work at his local mall
and to make things worse, his boss is literally five years younger than him
he has this bratty little twenty-two year old constantly up his ass and he haTES it
“you forgot the whipped cream on my frappuccino.” jungkook looks up at jin from where he’s sitting behind the counter before raising his drink, “am i blind or are you just bad at listening to instructions? where is the whipped cream, seokjin? WHERE?”
jin clenches his jaw before leaning forward, “they were busy, i guess they just forgot. and i’m not your slave. i only got you that drink so you’d give me a day off tomorrow.”
“well, since there’s no whipped cream on it, you don’t get a day off.” jungkook kisses his teeth before shrugging
“wha-“ jin resists the urge to reach down and wrap his hands around jungkook’s neck, “are you kidding me right now?? i spent forty-five minutes out of my fifty minute lunch break lining up at starbucks to get that for you! forty-five minutes!!!”
“i don’t know what to tell you,” jungkook hums as he kicks his legs up onto the counter and leans back against his chair, “now get back to work. and remember to smile! after all, build-a-bear is where best friends are made-“
“the new slogan is ‘the most fun you’ll ever make’.” jin raises a brow, “you don’t even know our slogan! how did you become the manager?”
jungkook takes a slow sip of his drink while maintaining direct eye contact with jin
sChLuuUuRrRRRr
jesus christ
his life sucks
jin rolls his eyes before turning on his heel and heading back to the main area of the shop
today’s saturday, so the store is a little busier than it usually is - which is great, because jin works off commission and he thinks he’s pretty good at selling teddy bears
on his best day he managed to sell thirty-eight bears in one day
he also convinced most of the kids that their brand new furry friends needed new clothes and a personalised recorded message in place of the usual little red cloth heart
he doesn’t like looking at the parents whenever he’s egging their kids on to buy even more things because they always look at him like they’re going to kill him
anyways
he could’ve ordered like forty frappuccino’s from the money he made on that day
before he left for lunch today he sold eight which really isn’t that impressive
but, to be fair, the mall usually gets busy after lunch, so now is the prime time to make some sales
jin lets out a breath as he scans the store for any newcomers or anyone who’s noT already being bombarded by his co-workers
he can’t help but snicker to himself when he notices yoongi at the stuffing station conducting a heart ceremony
“-and now you can go ahead and give your heart a little kiss-“
he looks up for a split second and jin takes the chance to blows a sweet little kiss at him
he snorts to himself when yoongi’s eye twitches
yoongi hates giving heart ceremonies but he’s actually pretty good at it!
he’s good with children whether he wants to admit it or not
alright, enough making fun of yoongi >:-)
time to hunt down a new customer…
jin sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as he walks around the store slowly
ooh, a little boy and his family just walked i- aaand they’ve been swept up by jimin
okay, no problem!
how about those twin gir- nope, too late, taehyung’s approaching them
damn
that would’ve been a good sale, too
it’s fine
he’ll get someone!
oh, wow
build-a-bear has really upped their game since the last time you were here
to be fair, the last time you were here was like more than ten years ago, so you’d hope that they make some changes to the store
…are those star wars themed teddy bears??
that is most definitely a princess leia teddy bear
and she even gets her own little light sabre!
wow
this is a whole new world
“excuse me, sorry…” you manoeuvre your way through the crowd as you continue looking through your options
is it weird that you’re in here by yourself?
the thought of trailing behind a random child in order to blend in with everyone else crosses your mind for a split second
although… a grown woman creeping behind a child they don’t know probably isn’t going to sound good to the judge when you’re standing in court, so maybe you shouldn’t do that
okay
you know what
it’s fine
it’s totally fine that you’re in here by yourself!
stuffed plushies are for people of all ages!!
it’s not just a kiddie thing
you’re FINE
and you have a perfectly legitimate reason to be in here
the only reason why you’re even in here is because…
well, the short and sweet version is that you got dumped two weeks ago.
which means that you’ve been cooped up in your apartment for the last fourteen days
which means your bedroom was starting to smell a little ripe so you thought it’d be good to air out the place and give your poor bed a break  
(also, please, for the love of god, remember to wash your sheets when you get back home later today.)
anyways
you thought that a trip to the mall for some retail therapy would make you feel better!
so far you’ve only been the food court but you helped yourself to a cheeseburger, some onion rings, and a vanilla milkshake
food always makes you feel better
you could honestly go for another round of onion rings right now
there’s nothing quite like the pain of having your heart broken nudge you towards the direction of binge-eating the pain away, is there?
you were about to head into a victoria’s secret to splurge on pretty panties (that no one but yourself will be seeing for a long time) but this build-a-bear caught your eye
a cuddle buddy you could ugly-cry into for the simple price of $35?
obviOUSLY you had to come in
the only issue now is that there are way too many options to choose from
who do you want to take home??
pawlette the bunny?
toothless from how to train your dragon?
you could even take pikachu home if you wanted to
“timeless teddy…” you mutter to yourself as you dig out a teddy bear skin (also, it’s very unsettling that they’re called ‘skins’. like, you know that’s what they technically are, but the phrase ‘i’ve picked out my skin!’ just makes your skin crawl.)
you lean forward a little to read the label on the wall
teddy bears are a timeless way to share love with every hug! timeless teddy is a classic teddy bear with shaggy brown fur and an adorable smile. personalize this classic teddy bear with outfits, sounds and accessories for a huggable gift they'll cherish forever!
hm
perfect!
a classic teddy bear sounds perfect
there’s nothing wrong with going back to basics
also, you’re assuming the ‘they’ll’ they’re referring to here is a child
nO
you are doing this
you will buy this teddy bear!
your other option was to go and adopt a cat from the shelter but you can barely take care of yourself right now so that wouldn’t be a good idea
“hello!” you jump three feet into the air when you’re suddenly being greeted by one of the bright-eyed workers, “can i help you find anything?”
you turn around quickly while clutching your teddy’s skin (gag) to your chest with wide eyes, “h-hello!”
oh
hello indeed
you feel your heart drop a little when you realise that you probably look disgusting right now
you weren’t expecting to bump into a veRY attractive super handsome boy today!!!
very attractive super handsome boy with sweet brown eyes and soft-looking hair and the poutiest lips you think you’ve ever seen in your entire life-
thank god you decided to wear the sweatshirt that doesn’t have any stains on it, right?
the one thing you remember from your previous build a bear experience (once again, 10+ years ago) is that the workers here are usually overly perky sixteen year old girls
this guy is not an overly perky sixteen year old girl
well
maybe he’s the perky part
but everything else??
wowie
he smiles brightly at you before tilting his head, “hello. i’m jin!” he points at his name tag, “i’d love to help you out today. were you looking for anything in particular?”
“hi! hello, jin. i’m, um, i’m y/n. i was, uh-“ you clear your throat, “i was actually just browsing, so…”
“oh, perfect!” jin claps his hands together, “let me tell you all about our collections. there’s the summer fun collection, the rainbow friends, the promise pets, the heartables, the classic build-a-bear collection-“
yeah okay
he’s definitely nailed the perky part of the job
“-DC comics, dr. suess, marvel, my little pony, how to train your drag-“
“you know, i-“ you smile sheepishly after interrupting jin, “thank you so much, but i’ve actually already made my decision, if that’s alright.” you hold your teddy’s limp, hollow carcass up before pressing your lips together
“of course that’s alright!” jin takes the skin from you before shrugging lightly, “i figured i’d just let you know of all the other options in case your younger sibling wanted something more extravagant than just our timeless teddy. follow me to the sound station!”
you don’t get a chance to say anything before jin spins around swiftly to head to the back of the store
he thinks this bear is for your younger sibling
okay, you can work with that!
you can pretend like you’re in here for your non-existent younger sibling and certainly not for yourself
“you can choose a pre-made sound from here,” jin gestures to the bins of plastic hearts (there’s a sound option for an ‘into the unknown’ snippet from frozen 2 which is insane), “or we can go ahead and record a personalised message. what’s your sibling’s name?”
you look up at him immediately
“wha- um, why… why do you need to know my sibling’s name?”
“oh! i was just asking so i could give you an example.” jin hums as he tosses the skin over his shoulder and places his hands on his hips, “like, you could say, hey there… sibling’s name, it’s me, your big sister! i love you! or something like that.”
“ah, right!” you nod to yourself, “that makes sense! my sibling’s name is totally normal information that i have no problem giving to you.”
jin raises a brow when he notices you continuing to ramble about how your sibling’s name is something that you will be telling him soon because you definitely know the name of your younger sibling whomst’ve this bear is for
hm
you’re cute but you’re a little odd
“-my younger sibling’s name is… paulette!” you catch a glimpse of a pink pawlette bunny being stuffed before looking back over at jin, “yep. that’s her name. sweet, sweet paulette. sweet little angel.”
“hey, our iconic bunny is named pawlette!” jin beams, “wouldn’t you want to get paulette her own pawlette? instead of a bear?”
the smile immediately drops from your face
oh god
you’ve never been very good at lying
one time in middle school when you wanted to get out of PE you told the teacher that you were in pain and that’s why you couldn’t do anything on that day
and when he asked you what hurt, all you said was ‘…bleeding out of my butt?’
you don’t even know why you said that!!
you could’ve told him you had a headache or something but nO
you told your teacher your asshole was BLEEDING and that’s why you couldn’t participate in baseball
so yeah
lying has never been your forte
but you don’t want pawlette!!
you want this bear!!!
although, it would make sense to get paulette her own pawlette because that’d be an adorable coincidence…
what are you-
what are you even sAYING
PAULETTE DOES NOT EXIST
“okay, you got me!” you raise your hands in defence and jin’s eyes widen in surprise, “paulette isn’t a real person. i don’t have a younger sibling. i’m in here for me. the bear is for me. the timeless teddy is mine.”
“oh…!” jin purses his lips before nodding slowly, “alright! totally get it. the bear is for you.”
why has everyone he’s ever been attracted to turned out to be a little cuckoo?
the expected demographic of build-a-bear are children aged 3-10 (a child aged below three isn’t interested in stuffed teddies because they don’t really do anything but sit there and a child aged over ten isn’t interested in stuffed teddies because… they don’t really do anything but sit there.)
and you… well, unless you’ve experienced some kind of insane growth spurt, you certainly don’t look like someone aged 3-10 years old
“phew! it feels good getting that off my chest.” you breathe out as you lean over and place your hands on your knees, “there was a lot of pressure there to keep lying to you but-“
“how, um, how old are you, by the way?”
jin doesn’t mean to sound like a judgy bitch
he’s just genuinely curious as to why a 21-23 year old would willingly go into a physical build-a-bear store to buy themselves a stuffed plushie
you could’ve purchased one off the online website
also, aren’t there better things to spend your money on?
like… literally anything besides a stuffed plushie??
“turning twenty-two soon!” you get back up onto your feet, “why do you ask?”
“…turning twenty-two soon and you’re buying yourself a teddy bear?” jin snorts before raising a brow, “i mean, really? didn’t you graduate this year?”
“ah, well…” you reach up to scratch the back of your neck as you feel the tips of your ears beginning to heat up, “i mean, yeah, but like…”
“i’m not judging! some people go on grad trips to party and get wasted after they graduate, and other people go to the mall to build themselves a $35 teddy bear-“ jin laughs to himself before turning around to plop the skin down on little counter attached to the stuffing machine, “anyways, were you thinking about choosing a sound or recording something?”
he spins back around and his eyes widen when he notices that your eyes have gotten red and are starting to water
oh
uh oh
what’s going on?
what’s happening??
are you…
are you crying??
why are you crying??
he was totally kidding!!!
that wasn’t supposed to be mean!!
that was supposed to be playful banter!!!
“oh- oh, god no- wait-“ jin immediately walks over so that he’s standing in front of you and jungkook won’T be able to see that he just upset a customer, “don’t cry!! i was kidding!! i have, like, ten plushies on my bed! i’m twenty-seven and i work at a build-a-bear, if anything, i should be the one crying-”
“i just-“ you reach up to wipe at your eyes as you begin to blubber, “my boyfriend of one year b-broke up with me two weeks ago and i- i just th-thought that a teddy bear would make good company because god knows i’m not in the right mental state to be taking care of a real animal-!”
jin winces when you let out a particularly loud sob and he quickly drags you over so that the two of you are behind the stuffing machine and out of sighT from everyone
crap
he doesn’t even have any tissues on him!!!!
maybe he can pull some fluff out from the machine and you can dab at your tears with that
actually, the cotton might stick to your cheeks if you try wiping your tears away with a fistful of stuffing, so maybe not
“i-i know it’s stupid and humiliating for a grown-up to be in here buying a stupid teddy bear for herself but there’s so much in my life that’s just out of my control right now a-and making this teddy bear seemed like the only thing i could control and i just-“
“y-yes, of course!” jin pulls you into a tight hug (your sobbing is getting a little loud and people are starting to notice so this is the only way he can think to muffle your crying) and strokes the back of your head comfortingly, “i’m so sorry, i had no idea! that makes total sense, of course you can get this teddy bear for yourself…”
he continues to hold you until your sobs reduce to little hiccups and gives a warning look when yoongi mouths whether or not they should call mall security on your ass
when you pull away your eyes are a little puffy and the tip of your nose is red
if jungkook asks, maybe jin can get away with saying that your allergies acted up in the middle of the store
you don’t look like that because he made you burst into tears
not at all!!
“how about we… record a special message for your new friend?” jin digs through the tub to pull out an electronic heart
“i-“ you hiccup, “i don’t really h-have anything i want to say…”
jin purses his lips in thought
hm
stuffing the bear with a heartbeat heart seems way too basic
this is an important bear!
ah!
“why don’t you let me take care of it, okay?” he reaches over and rubs your shoulder gently, “you wait here and i’ll take care of everything. for his stuffing, would you like a soft cuddle bear or a plump one?”
your bottom lip starts to quiver again and you let out a light laugh, “a soft cuddle bear sounds really sweet.”
“then a soft cuddle bear it is.”
“and this is for you.” jin hands you the box over the counter and you take it from him with a grin, “thank you for your purchase! and… sorry about making you cry-“
“oh, god no-“ you snort, “i’m sorry for bursting into tears and loading all of that on you-“
“it’s totally fine!” jin shakes his head, “you’re definitely not the first person to start crying in a build-a-bear, so there’s absolutely nothing to feel bad about.”
“right! right, of course.” you nod and press your lips together, “anyways, thanks for helping me out today, jin.”
“of course! it was a pleasure.” jin clears his throat
it’s pretty clear that the two of you want to continue talking to each other, but…
jin doesn’t usually practice his flirting skills when he’s at build-a-bear, so pardon him for being a little rusty
“so… see you around!” you chirp, “i’m just gonna-“
“wait, uh-“ jin wipes his hands down on the back of his pants, “i… i don’t know if maybe this is a little too soon for you or… and it’s totally fine if you don’t want to, but… maybe i can treat you to an apology corndog or something sometime? i don’t know. this mall doesn’t really offer fine dining, so a corndog is really all i can-“
“yeah, i would love that!” you nod enthusiastically, “an apology corndog with you sounds great. i mean, a regular corndog would be fine too, but- d-do you… want my number?”
also
this isn’t you rebounding or anything
this is the first time in two weeks where your mind hasn’t been clouded with thoughts of your ex-boyfriend
this is the first time in two weeks that you’re actually happy
jin seems genuinely sweet and you wouldn’t mind getting to know him :-))
also you’re glad that hE was the one who asked
because if you were the one who asked, it’d probably make you look that much more pathetic
and you’ve already made a fool of yourself once today!!  
you sigh happily as you slam the car door shut
you’re about to shove the key into the ignition when suddenly you remember that your bear has a personalised message inside of him
“oh, right!” you reach over to open up the cardboard house that he’s been shoVed into
!!!
you wonder what soundbyte jin picked out for you!!!
you pull him out and smile fondly at the sight of his chubby arms dangling over your hands
cute :-))
this was money well spent for sure
okay, now how do you activate the sound…
there’s a bit of squeezing and poking but you manage to find the little heart inside of him
you perk up when you hear a muffled crackle
“hi, y/n! it’s me, your furry friend… uh… jin bear! if you’re listening to this, it probably means you’re super sad… cry into my stomach to muffle the sound of your violent sobs! …oh, god, probably shouldn’t have said that- anyways, um, i hope you feel better soon! and remember to give me plenty of cuddles - i promise it’ll make you feel better!”
hA
that was actually a pretty good message
(you hope jin texts u soon)
“okay, jin bear.” you murmur quietly as you buckle him into the passenger seat, “time to take you home.”
help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)
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good-rwbyaus · 4 years ago
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@little-voice-the-parasprite wrote:  ...now I want to hear Weiss’s tale on this. This is like a fanfiction idea in the making.
Like, one of thosw fanfiction ideas where the beginning was launched out of a cannon just a few degrees to the side as opposed to canon, and the differences greadually make themselves more and more blatant and glorious as the stories unfold.
// I got you! 8) - mod lilac
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Perspective :: Weiss // Becoming  - [ main chapter ]
logo-comics asked: What about an AU where everyone had somehow been under the mistaken assumption that Ruby was a professor at Beacon? For a laugh, Ozpin rolls with it whenever he's asked about it.
Weiss remembered the brunette clad in red when she first arrived. At first, she thought the overly energetic girl was Ozpin’s kid. Free and expressive without any of the reverence a student should have for an esteemed Headmaster of a combat academy.
And then she heard the Headmaster say something very scary.
“Professor Rose.”
At first she couldn’t believe it. This Rose was younger than her and still had baby fat on her face, but as the Headmaster and Professor Rose spoke about the months prior to today, she became more and more astonished.
Cutting down a pack of Beowolves on her own.
Taking down a Boarbatusk with her bare hands.
Collaborating in a Hunters mission.
A normal student at a preparatory academy couldn’t do any of these things. Even students at combat academies didn’t start participating in missions until 2nd year, but this girl - probably not older than fourteen - did it.
But what really got her was the smile the girl wore when the Headmaster spoke of her exploits. Her demeanor wasn’t arrogant but shy and excited - as if she couldn’t wait to head out to fight even more.
It’s just that the girl needed a team to do so.
Heh. Pyrrha. Who’s Pyrrha? What champion of Mistral?
This was the person she needed to partner with.
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"And that’s not to mention all the connections you can make knowing the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company,” Weiss explained hastily to the pajama-wearing Ruby Rose who just gave her a blank, unmoved expression.
Argh. What did this girl want?!
Ruby didn’t care about the educational pension she offered nor did she care about sponsorship by the Schnee Dust Company after graduation. She didn’t blink an eye either about having her weaponry supplemented with all the recent Dust research the SCD could offer. And the only time she did react was when she offered free expert weapon maintenance during her stay at Beacon, and the girl gave her such a disdainful stare that she got flustered and stuttered through the rest of her recruitment speech.
By the time she finished, she was red in the face, embarrassed by this girl who didn’t seem to care for this valuable opportunity at all.
Was she just playing hard-to-get, trying to get more out of her? Or were all prodigies like this?
As though she noticed how awkward she was being, Ruby sheepishly rubbed her head with an apologetic look in her face.
“Uh...Weiss, right? That’s great and all, but I don’t think you’re what I’m looking for in a partner,” Ruby said hesitantly with a bow of her head.
Was this pipsqueak looking down on her? Professor be dam- whatever.
“What are you looking for in a partner then?” Weiss asked, unable to keep the frustration out of her voice.
Ruby’s friendly demeanor turned serious at the drop of a hat.
“Can you fight?” Ruby replied without missing a beat, “And can I trust you to have my back?”
Those two questions made her mouth gape her like a goldfish. 
It was clear that all the things she cared about - connections, money, power, opportunity - were worthless in front of this fourteen year old girl. And Ruby was being genuine, not trying to negotiate more out of her like businessmen were wont to do. She could feel the conviction in the other girl’s words as if nothing else truly mattered in that little world of hers. 
It was such a shock to her own worldview that she just stood there, even after the young girl shook her head and walked away.
The girl was right.
In the end, weren’t those two things the only things that truly mattered when fighting the Grimm?
It was the first lesson she’d learn from Professor Ruby and certainly not the last.
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Have to find Pyrrha. Have to find Pyrrha.
Dashing through the Emerald Forest at top speed, she charged towards the gold and red blur that she saw flying above earlier. Sure, maybe she wasn’t able to give her recruitment speech to the Invincible Girl, but after learning the rules of forming a team, she realized she didn’t need to.
If she had known about the absurd manner of how they’ll find partners, she wouldn’t have thoroughly embarrassed herself last night. 
Eye contact? Really?!
Well as long as she didn’t get the pretentiously suave blond guy Jaune as a partner she would count it as a win. Seriously, if she heard Snow Angel one more time, a name she couldn’t escape from when she was at Atlas or those stupid high-society parties her father favored, she was going to shove her heel into a place where the sun didn’t shine.
...Being around Ruby may or may not be worse. Sure, she’s a Professor-in-training, so she’s going to be experienced, but it would be weird having to listen to someone two years younger than her. Not to mention she thoroughly embarrassed herself in front of the gir-
As she burst through the treeline, her eyes widened as she caught a familiar crimson-cloaked figure. That figure turned its head towards her.
Silver eyes met hers, and Ruby wore a surprised expression for a moment before it quickly turned into a grimace.
“Oh.”
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“Ah. Thank you for getting me down from that tree, Ruby,” the blond thanked, holding the spear-shotgun in his hands.
“Don’t mention it,” Ruby replied back, a genuine smile on her face. One that she never saw when the girl spoke to her. 
“I still don’t see why you got him down there,” Weiss said grumpily, “He should be able to figure out how to land himself, not need another Hunter’s help. Do you like him or something?”
“Huh?” The blond in question looked to her and then Ruby.
“I think I just like Crocea Mors.”
“Wha-?” Jaune said, glancing over at his blade and shield-scabbard.
“I thought about why I felt really good about Jaune when we met at orientation,” Ruby spoke, not really paying attention to the other two’s reactions. It seemed she was used to monologuing; Weiss couldn’t help but picture Ruby as a lonely girl despite all her outward bubbliness. “And it has to be the shield. People who use shields are either scared of death or have something to defend. And since Jaune’s here despite being unstealthy, walking in a manner that’ll easily catch him flatfooted, and not having unlocked his Aura, he’s clearly not scared of death.”
“Uhhh...” Jaune laughed nervously. Weiss could only gave him an incredulous look.
“Honestly, if I had the choice, I’d rather pick him than you, Weiss.”
That hurt in more ways than one; was Ruby’s opinion of her that low? Her gaze locked back onto Ruby.  
“Why?”
“Nothing personal. But Bart once said you can teach someone to fight, but you can’t teach loyalty,” Ruby quietly said, “And I don’t really know you well, and Jaune. Well, he has a shield.”
She was so annoyed that she wanted to laugh. Here she thought Ruby was thinking of her as completely unskilled and worthless, only for this reasoning to pop up. 
“Aren’t you being a bit arbitrary?” 
“Arbi-wha?” Ruby asked confusedly.
Weiss opened and closed her mouth before growling in frustration, “...Argh. How do I explain what that means? How can you be a prof-”
Ruby suddenly stopped and drew out her weapon. That alerted her and made her draw Myrtenaster right away. Jaune belatedly drew his blade and shield moments later. 
“Grimm are coming,” Ruby hopped upwards into the trees, “I’ll handle long-range fire. You two engage.”
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She darted through the battlefield using her Glyphs as platforms. Her precise bladework aimed for necks, eyes, and hearts, each one efficiently dispatching the Grimm that surrounded them. Occasionally, Myrtenaster would glow with an icy or fiery light, her favored attack elements holding and destroying the Grimm that got into her range.
From above, she could hear the tinkle of fallen bullet casings as Ruby provided sniper fire. She had an eerie feeling that every bullet the girl fired lethally found its mark. 
“Hurggh!” the blond slashed down again and decapitated another Beowulf, probably the fourth or fifth compared to her dozen. Ruby was right. He was uncoordinated. Wrong foot out with his attack, sabotaging his gathered momentum. But against the young Beowolves, it was enough. And though his blade skills were poor, his body itself was pretty well-developed - if he ever started training for real, he had a really good foundation to start from. 
Weiss mused to herself. Loyal people tended to be grateful, right? Maybe she could attract that sort of loyalty to her if she were to train him, but alas she was smart enough to know she was far from qualified. She’s more likely to lead him down the wrong path and wouldn’t that generate resentment instead?
Still, it’d be interesting to see if he could gain the skills Ruby expected him to get in the futur-
Wha- wrong Glyph?
She stumbled and slid into the ground instead of onto the Glyph she wanted to create. Lifting her head up, she saw the Beowulf she landed in front of about to deliver a haymaker onto her frame. 
“Weiss!” 
She saw the blond’s back as he stood in front of her, shield protecting them both. Her heart fluttered for a moment. Despite her cruel words and rejections, Jaune still took up her defense. 
Loyalty.
The blond stumbled to the ground as he absorbed the blow, his hasty positioning too unstable to withstand it. Struck flat into the ground, Jaune groaned as his shield arm fell out of position with the Grimm about to strike down again.
“No!” she screamed.
Myrtenaster glowed white as she brought herself between the fist and Jaune, a White Glyph manifesting in front of her. 
But then a flash of white suddenly bisected the Grimm, and its figure dissipated into red petals. Ruby came into view, slowly folding her scythe back into its portable form - the one or two Grimm that remained seemed to have been cleaned up by her. 
Before she could thank the girl, Ruby started speaking. 
"Ahh sorry. I knew you had it,” Ruby said apologetically before grinning, “I just wanted a chance to get up close and personal.”
It made things a bit awkward to be misunderstood like that, and she paused for a moment trying to find tactful words before realizing what she should actually be doing. 
She lent a hand to a dazed Jaune and helped hoist him up. 
“Hey,” Weiss said shyly, “Thanks for blocking that blow and s-saving me.”
“Ha. No problem. If there’s one thing I can do, it’s take a beating,” Jaune laughed, patting his chest with his fist. 
His casualness brought a smile to her face, and it was nice to see another somewhat normal person in their group of three. Their companionable silence lasted for a moment before it was broken by Jaune. 
“Ruby, why’d you fight long-range?” Jaune turned his head and asked confusedly, “I thought you’re a pretty good scythe wielder.”
Ruby lightly kicked a pebble on the ground as she frowned and grimaced, “I don’t want to be levitated out the Admin Tower by my foot again.”
Huh?
“For messing up another collaboration. Like umm... I use a scythe. I hit very wide, and you two fight in melee range and we’ve never fought together,” Ruby animatedly swung her hands to mimic her motions before finishing, “so things could get really bad, and Glynda said if I ever fought like that again, she’l-”  
“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!” 
Pyrrha finally appeared. 
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Pyrrha and Jaune went their separate ways, having rejected their offer to travel together. When she asked Ruby about it, Ruby simply said, “I think we’ll be surprised by Jaune when we meet him again.”
As she said this, the girl rubbed her cheek against her weapon as if drawing comfort from it. It was oddly familiar, and she remembered her doing the same back when the girl was with Headmaster Ozpin at orientation.  
“You really like your weapon, don’t you?” Weiss teased. 
“Crescent Rose,” she closed her eyes and didn’t stop hugging her weapon, “She’s the promise of the life I want to live.”
Weiss shut her mouth. 
What could she say to that?
“You haven’t maintained your own weapon yourself for a long time, have you?”
The other girl’s expression was soft, and when paired with the almost loving expression she had for her own weapon, her words seemed more patient and guiding instead of accusatory. In fact, ever since their fight against the Beowolves, Ruby seemed less standoffish with her as if...
...she finally earned the other girl’s approval.  
“You’re right,” Weiss admitted, deciding that she didn’t want to harm their fledgling relationship with fake blustering. Ruby’s right. She left it to someone she thought an expert. “How could you tell?”
Ruby held her hand out, and she knew what she wanted and handed Myrtenaster over to her. 
“What’s your weapon’s name?”
“Myrtenaster...?” Uhh. Why’d Ruby want to know?  
“Myrtenaster,” she nodded her head before saying, “Myrtenaster’s cylinder kept moving less smoothly during your fight, and it’s been throwing you off. You don’t trust in Myrtenaster’s mechanism anymore.”
Like what she was doing before with Crescent Rose, Ruby held the weapon’s guard against her cheek. Weiss couldn’t help but feel astonished.  
How good was Ruby’s eye of discernment to notice that small detail while they were all fighting? 
“So you keep using your eyes to check what dust color you’re using,” Ruby continued, her hand slowly turning the Myrtenaster’s cylinder, “And you’ve gotten so used to it that you don’t think it’s a problem anymore, except that the lapse in your attention nearly got you hurt today. 
“I think Myrtenaster would be sad if that happened, even more than your lack of trust in it,” Ruby opened her eyes sorrowfully before holding the weapon, hilt out, back to her, which she graciously accepted. 
“Whoever your expert is is probably remedying the quirk with a good amount of oil, which solves the smoothness but not the unreliability,” she sighed, “Myrtenaster must’ve taken a very nasty blow to the blade in the past, which probably misaligned the cylinder column. You probably only noticed it after you’ve used it for a while - a detail your expert probably wouldn’t have noticed because they don’t actually wield your weapon.”
Weiss recalled a phantom pain against her scarred eye, a Giant Armor’s fist crashing against both her and Myrtenaster. She had the blade itself repaired, but Ruby was right - she never noticed the cylinder’s problems until recently, and her expert kept saying it was in perfect condition despite her concerns.
“I get what you’re saying. I’ll maintain my weapon on my own from now on,” Weiss acquiesced.
“I’m sure Myrtenaster would like that,” she smiled, genuine happiness on her face once more before slight awkwardness returned to it, “Uhh. Hmm. Come on. Let’s get the chess pieces and finish up this Initiation. Maybe we can fight something along the way!”
Ruby already started dashing through the forest, and Weiss gave chase. 
Weiss couldn’t help but laugh at the sudden switch in demeanor.
What a strange girl. 
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bibislut · 4 years ago
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Hi!!! Can you Ginny x Luna story and it’s how they got together as a couple and there is drama with some of her friends and brothers accepting Ginny but she doesn’t care and stuff and lots of fluff with her and Luna?! Thanks can’t wait to see it I know it’ll be amazing! :)
I absolutely adore Linny, they are arguably the most aesthetic HP ship. Give me all the Linny ahhhh
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Word Count: 1456
Warnings: Homophobia and some lovely fluffy feels
Luna had been one of Ginny’s first friends at Hogwarts, and as the two girls matured, they had only grown closer. For years they had considered each other their best friend, spending practically all day, everyday together. If they weren’t together, they wrote letters to each other, eager not to miss a single moment in the other’s life. When they were thirteen, the two had accidentally synchronised their cycles and spent an entire weekend in bed together playing cards and eating chocolate. When they were fourteen, Ginny had broken her leg playing quidditch, and Luna had carried her books for her the entire following week, despite Ginny’s leg having been easily healed by Madame Pomfrey. When they were fifteen, Luna had told Ginny of a muggle practice called stick and poke, and the two had sat on the redhead’s bed a little after midnight under the glow of a lumos spell; giving each other matching heart tattoos on their ankles. When they were sixteen, the two had spent the summer after their OWLs repairing the Lovegood family home, which had been sitting in need the entire year after the battle. When they were seventeen, Luna had gotten her Muggle driving license, and so she and Ginny had spent a whole weekend over the Christmas break driving around Wales, and had to spend a night in the car park of a pub when the snow had gotten too bad; refusing to apparate home. When they were eighteen they celebrated their NEWT results with a family meal at the Burrow, Xenophilius in avid conversation with Arthur whilst Molly dozed with Teddy on the sofa.
The rest of the family had taken to the garden, drinks in hand, laying on blankets as they drunkenly chatted. Ginny excused herself, needing a moment alone from the ruckus. She climbed the stairs, all the way up to the attic; where amongst the boxes and cobwebs, she could look out of the window in the quiet and watch the stars. She pulled her long red hair into a high pony, rubbing at her neck as the joy of the night thrummed in her veins. 
“Stars is watching the stars.” A quiet voice murmured, and Ginny turned to see Luna walking towards her, a carefree smile on her face. The Gryffindor was hard pressed to find something she loved as much as the nickname her best friend had given her after she had realised Ginny’s freckles looked like constellations. 
“Indeed I am, Goldie.” Ginny threw her arm around Luna, watching her as she gazed out of the window, the moonlight on her face. “You’re so pretty.” She murmured. 
“I’m lucky to have found my soulmate so early.” Luna whispered, eyes not leaving the sky. 
“What do you mean?” Ginny’s eyebrows knitted together. 
“Some have to wait years for their soulmates, some never meet them at all.” She shrugged. “I am incredibly lucky to have found mine.” Luna turned her big blue eyes to Ginny.
“You reckon I’m your soulmate?” The words came out more quietly than Ginny expected, her heart racing.
“Why wouldn’t you be?” Luna searched her eyes and Ginny found herself stuck for an answer. She supposed that Luna was as close to a soulmate as she’d ever get - what with their almost perfect understanding of each other. She couldn’t picture ever being so close with anyone else.
“What if you start dating someone? You can’t very well go and tell them I’m your soulmate.”
Luna nodded thoughtfully to herself, looking around. When she finally looked back at Ginny, her words pierced the quiet fiercely, despite her quiet tone. “I suppose I’ll just have to date you, then.”
“Me?” Ginny squeaked, her arm falling from around Luna’s shoulders - but the blonde caught her hand.
“You love me, don’t you? I love you.” Luna said plainly.
“Well, of course-”
“Would you kiss me?”
Ginny’s mouth opened and closed silently, like a gaping fish. Even after all these years, Luna still surprised her. And yet, the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to. Ginny had held her when she cried, had walked hand in hand with her more times than she could count, had fallen asleep on Luna’s chest so many times at school. And now, as the Ravenclaw’s features were lit up by the light of the moon, Ginny looked at her soft pink lips, and couldn’t help but reach out and trace them with her thumb. Luna leaned into the touch, giving the Gryffindor a small smile.
Ginny leaned forwards, kissing her softly, feeling the hairs raise on her arms. This was nothing like kissing Dean, and nothing like kissing Harry. The room seemed to disappear around the two girls, and when Luna placed her hand on Ginny’s face, kissing her back, sparks seemed to fly around them. The redhead had never felt her magic as strongly as she did then, the tingle of it growing stronger by the moment as she pulled her best friend closer, their chests pressing together. Luna let out a little sigh when she did this, and Ginny was sure she would die right then and there, hearing that sound in this context. She pulled back, resting her head against the blonde’s.
“That definitely felt like a soulmate kiss.” Luna whispered, smiling brightly at her. Ginny giggled, amazed at how the night had taken a turn.
“Yeah, it definitely did.” She leant back down, pressing their lips together again.
“Gin, are you in here? The others are-” The attic door swung open, warm candlelight pouring in around the silhouette of Percy. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing?!” He squealed, taking in the sight of the two girls pressed together. They pulled apart, looking at Percy with wide eyes.
“Oh, Percy. Sorry, um, we were just-”
“You’re disgusting! What’s wrong with you?!” He stormed forwards, pushing Ginny away from Luna.
“Disgusting?” Ginny’s voice came out small, suddenly feeling ten years old as her older brother glared at her.
“And here I thought you were just best friends, but this?!” He shrieked, waving his arms around. “This is just unnatural. What are you, a lesbian?”
“I.. I don’t know. But it’s not, we’re not unnatural!” Ginny tried to keep her voice strong, but tears pricked at her eyes as the horrible words of her own family sunk into her skin.
“We’re soulmates, Percy. We love each other. I’m sorry if you can’t understand that.” Luna’s soft, calm voice carried around the space as she stood beside Ginny, lacing their hands together. “ I hope one day you can find-” 
“Oh do be quiet, you loony cow.” He spat, aiming his attention at her.
“I think it’s you who should be quiet, Percy.” George appeared  in the doorway, walking into the room. “I don’t know what is happening with our baby sister, but I do know any decent member of this family would show her the love and respect she deserves.”
“She’s gay! Are you going to come in here and tell me-”
“Yes. Yes, I am. And I’m sure every single person downstairs would agree with me. If Fred were here, he’d hex your bollocks off.” George used his few inches over Percy to lean over him, his voice firm. “She is our sister, it is our duty to try our best to love her, even if she does leave her dirty laundry everywhere.” He winked at Ginny, and she felt some of the tension leave her.
Percy shoved past George, storming down the stairs. Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but George held up a hand, a knowing smirk on his face. “Since this wasn’t a planned coming out, I’ll keep it to myself. But if you’re not downstairs in the next ten minutes, you forfeit your chance to play in the quidditch game.” He turned around, but just before he could disappear through the hallway, Ginny called out.
“Thanks, George.”
“No worries, Gin. At least I know you won’t be getting pregnant any time soon.” He chuckled at her mortified face before leaving with a salute.
“I do love your family.” Luna whispered dreamily, leaning her head on Ginny’s shoulders.
“Did you really whip out the soulmate card to Percy?” The redhead asked, shaking her head with a smile and she turned to face Luna.
“It’s true, though, my lovely stars.”
“Mmm, I suppose.” Ginny murmured, a twinkle in her eye. “My moon.” She added, before she kissed the blonde. She briefly wondered if things would change much between the two of them now, but realised that they already did everything that a normal couple would, except the sexual side. And if that’s what Luna wanted, Ginny would be more than happy to oblige. 
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saintheartwing · 4 years ago
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The Karma Circle: Sister Dearest
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Welcome, children. Welcome…to the KARMA CIRCLE.
I take you to a simple town with simple people. McKeesport. A quiet town, filled with quiet people, kindly people. Away from the hustle and bustle of the big city of Pittsburgh, Dibbun Membrane lives with his sister and his father, having been at long last freed from his greatest concern: an annoying alien that finally blew himself and his base up, leaving a VERY helpful and playful robot behind for Dib to play with.
And Dib looks upon this new companion as a true comfort, for his father is never, ever around when he needs him, and his sister is beastly and cruel. Dib ¬simply does not have it in him to fight back against her, for she terrifies him to the very core…
Even more so than the haunted house by Emmett's Pond. He passes it by every day on his way back from school...unaware that that which is dead does not lie still. It lies in wait. Seeking what it lost.
…and it will soon strike. For the Piper is about to be paid.
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Throughout the town's history, several fires tore through McKeesport. The greatest of all took place on May 21, 1976. Fire had spread from the town's most enormous department store downtown, fourteen buildings going up in a blaze. Striffler's Funeral Home, Kadar's Clothing Store, Oddo's Hobby Shop, the Coney Grill Restaurant…
And the Emmett Family home. It had been especially tragic…a young, sweet child had run out of her burning family home after the flames had spread, rushing away desperately to get help, for there were only two ways to get to town, one by the road, the other by a small lake that led to another road into town. She'd supposedly been trying to get help, for the first path was alit with flames, and had hoped to cross the lake…only to drown in the middle of the lake instead.
The poor little girl had failed her family, and legend had it that she still cannot rest. At sunset, you'll see the smoke drifting through the trees though it's been a CENTURY since she drowned…and if you're wise, you'll RUN! For that's when her ghost rises from the dark lake in which she'd drowned. She searches and searches for her baby brother, her father, her mother, but will never find them…and you had best take care she doesn't find you.
Dib believed in ghosts, of course. He was twelve years old and had seen more than most his age. He'd seen demons and spirits flying through the skies. He'd seen beings from beyond the stretches of Earth. And his new "little brother" of sorts, his best friend and confidant, was a robot with a head full of garbage, paper clips and-
"Ba-doompa-doompa-bubble gum! Ba-doompa-doompa-bubble gum! Ba-doompa-doompa-bubble gum! I'm gonna buy some bubble gum!" GIR the robot sang out, waving his tiny little robot hands in the air, his cyan eyes glittering as he bounced about the kitchen, Dib smiling a bit as he munched on his "Choco-Flakes" cereal.
There was an article in the paper about someone supposedly seeing the "Departed Soul of Emmett Lake". And, of course, it had the famous rhyme that you were meant to sing as you ran by it, the magic charm. "Departed Soul of Emmett Lake, Come not Night for Mercy's Sake! For when the sun hangs in the sky then we shall safely pass you by".
Gaz probably believed in ghosts too, deep down. But she didn't know nor would she have cared about the haunted lake. Gaz didn't care about much that didn't immediately gratify her, like a Poop Cola or "Piggy Hunter May Cry 5". It was, in a way, amazing that Gaz could be so different from their mother even though the two were almost equal in appearance to their respective parents. Dib had his father's scythe-like hair and pale skin, and both had their mother's amber/gold eyes…but Gazlene, unlike Peggy Membrane, had eyes sharp like a hawk, her arms thin and her expression usually bitter, and when she DID smile, it was a grin like stretched elastic.
She only ever really smiled when Professor Membrane was in the house. Then she'd call Dib by his actual name and would calmly smile over at Dib in a faux-friendly fashion. But once their dad had left, the smile would vanish, she'd punch or hit him somehow for taking a soda she felt belonged to her, or would, occasionally, lock Dib in the cellar for taking what she felt was a slice of HER pizza.
Not that Dib and GIR really minded being in the cellar too much. Because Dib had just decided to move a great deal of his stuff downstairs, including a Papier-mâché version of people's heads, toy soldiers…GIR liked to play with the red ones…and a Tallest Red and Purple series of puppets that GIR had made. GIR especially liked to act out the "what happened when the Tallest decided to check that odd speck in the distance out the window". The "odd speck" turning out to be a tiny black hole. Zim, watching it all from his end, had evidently been mortified. Maybe THAT'S why he hadn't been paying attention to the explosive experiment that finally did him in!
"What the hell is that? That's gotta be the weirdest thing I ever seen in my life!"
"Man what the hell IS that?"
"Say Red, think we oughta check that thing out?"
"I dunno, Pur, why not-AAAAA! AAAAAAA! AAAAAAAAAA!" GIR cried out, waving the Red and Purple puppets about in the air as Dib held up the black hole he'd made from Papier-mâché as GIR "tossed" the puppets through it. There came a loud KLOKKA-KLOK and the doorway opened up, Gaz glaring down at them.
"Shut up. You'll make me lose my concentration on Vampire Piggy Hunter X." She snapped, slamming the door shut as Dib glared up at her as she re-locked the cellar door. Good thing he'd snuck down some circus peanuts today.
"I could cut her up into little pieces and feed her to Mr. Tiddles." GIR cheerily offered, Dib frowning a bit.
"For one, Mr. Tiddles has been dead since Gaz sacrificed him to get those gummy bears that feed on human flesh." He sighed. "And TWO, I'd just get sent to prison. Everyone knows I hate her…they'd blame me for sure." He mumbled, taking his glasses off and rubbing some gunk off of the lenses.
"Can'tcha…y'know…just tell your dad she's a meany head, Mary?" GIR asked, scratching his bucket-esque head as Dib shook his head back and forth.
"Dad wouldn't believe me. She always acts reaaaal nice around him and she doesn't leave bruises on me that leave actual marks. Besides, I don't think he WANTS to believe me. He wants to believe his children get on just fine so he can just keep working at the lab." Dib insisted, shaking his head again. "She'll be back in ten minutes. Remember, look SAD." He insisted, GIR taking his lips and turning the smile into a deliberate frown. "Good. If she thinks we're having fun down here, she'll just think of a worse punishment. Probably one that'll hurt."
"Like…goin' down to the lake?" GIR mumbled out, eyes widening slightly in fear.
"Zim told you about it?" Dib asked, raising an eyebrow up in the air…and though GIR was silent…Dib could guess what the answer was.
…then came September, and Professor Membrane had to be called away to a peace conference at the United Nations. Dib, of course, had tried to beg to come with him, but Professor Membrane had just good-naturedly laughed and patted his son on his head, saying Gaz would take good care of him before heading out the door. Gaz had IMMEDIATELY barricaded Dib in his room and he'd been almost without food had he not thought to keep Premium Saltines and peanut butter cups under his bed. Why? So she could eat all the pizza and keep HIM from taking it.
"I'm wise to all your tricks." She told him calmly. "And don't complain. Whiner." She'd added, slamming the door in his face when he'd asked to use the bathroom. Good thing the window could be opened enough.
"I wonder why Memby never notices the rose bushes under your window don't ever bloom." GIR asked as Dib did his business and then closed the window, Dib sighing as he plopped down on the bed and glanced over at the calendar on the wall.
"Oh. Good! Tomorrow's Wednesday!"
Indeed. The next day was Wednesday, and that meant that Gaz was chatting it up with her friend Tak, another Irken alien just like Zim had been who'd been considerably more…calmed down…over the years. With Zim dead, what psychosis she'd had had faded a bit into just occasional coldness and vaguely British snarkiness that always manifested whenever Gaz was compelled to drag Dib along with her to Tak's house down the street to play "Grand Theft Piggy 5: New Pork City" in Co-Op. Tak and Gaz both seemed to be made of the same material…that is, a big block of granite left in the middle of a Minnesota winter.
But hey, GIR and Dib could sneak Reeses Pieces from a small glass cup that Tak kept by the living room cupboard whilst Tak and Gaz played before Tak's big screen TV and they could ignore the nasty comments the two girls would sling their way whilst carjacking little old virtual ladies.
"Honestly, my brother is SUCH a whiner." Gaz muttered. "He keeps insisting I can't take the car. That "I'm too young". I could drive it just fine."
"You ALWAYS walk here?" Tak asked.
Dib paled. Oh crap. Ohhhhhh crap.
For you see, there were two ways to get to school AND to Tak's house, which was right BY the school. One was by the hill, and the other…well…the "shortcut" by the lake. The haunted lake.
"Yeah, it's a long walk up the hill to get to the stupid school-" Gaz mumbled as GIR's mouth hung slightly open, finally processing what Gaz and Tak were about to say, his eyes becoming tiny pinpricks. Oh no. Ohhhhh no!
"Why don't you just take the shortcut through the woods? Y'know, the one that has the lake nearby?" Tak asked.
"Huh?" Gaz blinked, pausing the game and putting the controller down as she scratched the purple hair atop her head, her amber/brown eyes turning to look at GIR and Dib as her tone became quiet and dangerous. "You KNEW about a shortcut?!"
"Everyone in town knows. Lemme guess. You didn't tell her about the shortcut because you're scaaaared of da spooooky ghoooosties!" Tak said, throwing her head back and laughing hysterically, antennae flopping about as GIR clung tightly to Dib, letting out a panicked squeak. "I'm sure your sister will be happy to cure you of such a silly fancy. It's just an urban legend. Supposedly this young girl's family burned to death and SHE drowned in the lake, and should you see smoke rising from the woods, you'd best RUN! It's all so silly." She said, her voice as sweet as honey from a wasp.
"You're a bad, BAD girl! You won't make us go past the lake! Not at sunset!" GIR yelled out.
"A GHOST? Really?! You didn't tell me about this shortcut because some GHOST is supposed to haunt it?!" Gaz snapped. "Gimme a break, like I should be scared of a stupid specter." She muttered, folding her arms across her chest and shaking her head back and forth. "While I'm doing IMPORTANT things you're picking your nose, laughing on how you make me walk three miles every day just to get to school! And all cuz of some dumb urban legend! Lemme guess, a headless lumberjack'll pop outta the woods and cut my head off?!"
"I wish." Dib muttered.
Gaz IMMEDIATELY launched the wireless controller she had in her hand at him and it smacked into his forehead, a bloody cut trickling down it as he flopped to the ground, Dib glaring triumphantly up at her as he picked up his dropped-down glasses. "Now I've got a cut, a scar to show Dad when he comes back." He told her.
"Shut up or you'll get worse than that!" Gaz told him sharply, grabbing him and GIR by the wrists, dragging them out of the house, heading for the woods…heading for the lake…
As sun was beginning to set, crimson rays being cast overhead. She continued dragging them along the path, over dead leaves and fallen sticks, a long shadow being cast behind her smallish frame, the setting sun glowing almost as brightly as her hateful eyes, the dark pond slowly coming into sight off in the distance.
"Maybe she's a witch?" GIR whispered to Dib. "You think she's a witch?"
"Shhh!" Dib hissed back. The charm. The magic charm. "Departed Soul of Emmett Lake, Come not Night for Mercy's Sake! For when the sun hangs in the sky-"
"What're you two whispering about?" Gaz snapped out.
"Nothing!" Dib said quickly, gulping a bit as the wind began to wrap itself around him, digging its claws into him.
It was no good. The charm only worked during the DAY, when the sun was up and now the sun had fallen past the gnarled and now-barren trees, the sky looking like it was lit up with burning flames as…as pale wisps of smoke came curling and creeping under the ground, like blind fingers searching…
"The smoke. The SMOKE!" Dib whispered out, eyes widening in horror. "The smoke from the burning house! It was there!
"Are you kidding me?" Gaz groaned, rolling her eyes. "Seriously? Smoke?!" She muttered, dragging them towards the lake, GIR trying to break free in desperation before Gaz tossed him away, shoving her brother towards the lake, sticking his head down towards it, shaking him a bit. "LOOK!" She yelled out. "There's nothing there at all! It's just mist rising off the water!"
She was looking at Dib when she spoke…and did not see what was rising out of the reeds nearby, making it's way towards her as she glared back at GIR, who was gasping in horror at what drew ever-closer. Something dark and wet and tiny, a figure made of rotted-away flesh and water and reeds. Greenish/brown muck clung to the decayed flesh and slightly-cracked bones, a frog stuck in one eye, calmly breathing and staring back from the empty socket. Its eyes were silver like the scales of a fish, it's mouth turning from a slight smile to a furious, baleful glare as it saw Gaz shake Dib again, threatening to drop him in the lake as she yelled at GIR.
"WELL?! You cowards, I can't believe you're scared of some stupid girly ghost, there's nothing-"
The ghost GRABBED her, Dib breaking free and scrambling back as Gaz and the figure went into the lake an instant later, dark water frothing about as the two figures struggled, snarls and screams filling the air, Gaz and the figure sinking down in a boil of bubbles.
"G-g-g-g-g-GHOST!" GIR screamed out, Dib and GIR immediately racing off down the path, heading for home as fast as their legs could carry them, but GIR's leg had been injured when Gaz had thrown him, and there was a KRAKKA-KRKK sound as he fell to the forest floor, letting out a yelp. Dib quickly knelt down by him, trying to help GIR up as they heard the bushes and bramble being pushed aside, the two rooted to the spot in sheer terror, white nests of toadstools around them as they clung together in fear…
And then Gaz burst through the bushes, looking…oddly nice. She'd evidently run so fast her clothes had dried on her body, and her cheeks now had a bit of a blush to them, her hair now falling around her head almost like a halo as she blinked a bit at the sight of the two.
"Are you alright, guys?" She asked.
…GUYS?!
"That was an awful stumble, huh? Oh and look at you, Dib, you're shivering!"
DIB?! Calling him DIB and not "Hey, you"?
"Lemme give you a piggyback ride, GIR." She offered, helping GIR onto her back and cheerily smiling at Dib. "I think there's some pizza left over I can heat up at home, okay?" She asked Dib as she calmly walked off down the path, whistling.
WHISTLING!
"Who are you and what have you done with Gaz?" Dib muttered a bit, walking alongside her, scratching his head in surprise.
…true to her word, Gaz heated up the leftover pizza in the microwave and poured them all some Poop Cola, breaking out the big, fizzy straws from the cupboard, smiling as she watched them eat, staying silent before heading to her own room, Dib and GIR going back up to Dib's room, the two sitting on Dib's bed as Dib nervously chewed on his lip, glancing over at GIR.
"Did…did that just happen?" GIR asked. "She's all…y'know. Cheery."
"Yeah, it's weird." Dib murmured, scratching his head in confusion. "But…you saw it, right? At the lake?"
"Yes. And she fell in, right?" GIR wanted to know. "I don't get it, why…why's she being so nice? It's weird, Mary. Really weird. She's so different!"
"I thought she'd be dead, but…" Dib trailed off. "…I hope dad comes back soon." He finally sighed. "Hopefully things'll be back to normal soon."
And so the two went to sleep, GIR plopping down in the corner underneath a poster of the X-Files whilst Dib laid back in his bed, listening to Gaz walk about downstairs, slowly and uncertainly, as if she'd lost her way.
Within a few days though, it became clear Gaz had changed since falling into the lake, as if all the unpleasantness had been washed right out of her. The house was now bright and cheerful, Gaz now happily sharing her pizza and soda with the two and never raising her voice. She let Dib play with her Game Slave and even Tak didn't seem to mind this new Gaz as much, because this new one was far more cooperative in co-op. She doodled with Dib during the evening, chatted with him as they looked at old corny B-movies on the TV. And above all, she never ever hit them or yelled at them anymore!
Dib and GIR started calling her "Gazzy", and Dib would stargaze with her on the roof of their house at night, looking up silently at the stars, resting one hand atop hers as they contemplated the majesty beyond.
"Dad's gonna be home tomorrow." Dib said one night. "You remember, right?"
"Yes, Matthew."
"It's just "Dad", really."
"Alright. Dad."
"…how long will you be staying?" Dib wanted to know, tilting his head slightly to the side as Gaz rubbed her chin and raised an eyebrow up.
"However long would you want me here?" She wanted to ask. "If…if you wouldn't mind, could…" She began to say before Dib smiled, patting her on the shoulder.
"I want you to stay with us." Dib insisted. "Okay?"
"…I'd like that." She admitted with a smile, wrapping her arms around her brother and hugging him tightly. "Thank you, Dib." She said, a single tear trickling down her cheek and onto the roof below.
… it was about two years before Dib made his way back to Emmett's Lake, going in broad daylight on a sunny Saturday in June, down the winding forest path to the dark lake where tragedy had struck o'er a century ago. The lake was peaceful now, tiny little tadpoles flittering about as butterflies flew overhead. He calmly sat at the end of the lake, on a tree stump as a water boatman skittered across the lake, leaving behind a small silver wake as Dib waited.
Sure enough, a few bubbles began to rise up to disturb the surface of the quiet water, small fish darting away as a scum of mud and filthy rose up slowly from the bottom of the lake, taking the vague shape of someone all-too-familiar who was scowling angrily.
"Dib, gemme out! She took my body that stupid little bitch! Look, if you bring her down here, I'll give you fifty bucks! I'll bring you chocolate every day to your room for breakfast, I'll-I'll wash your feet and never yell at you again, I promise, I-"
"Goodbye, Gaz." Dib firmly remarked, sitting up and walking away.
And that was the last time Dib ever walked by the lake ever again.
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redrobinfection · 7 years ago
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Coffee, Coffee Everywhere, Pt 14
<< Part 13
"Hey, Rob, how's it hangin'?"
Red Robin glanced up from where he was zipping tying yet another mugger from yet another mugging in the seemingly endless stream of petty muggings that Gotham seemed to throw at them in spades night after night after night. In other words, business as usual.
"Superboy."
"Hey, I know Ol’ Bats won't like me stopping by," Kon began, rubbing at the back of his neck, "but I was pretty much flying up the East Coast anyway, so I wanted to drop something off with you and also see if maybe you wanted to hang out tomorrow or something? I know this weekend is your weekend off, but I missed our re-watch binge session while I was off last week. I gotta get my 'Wendy the Werewolf Stalker with the bros' fix in, ya know?"
"You guys watch still watch Wendy the Werewolf Stalker?" the dirt bag between them laughed in an incredulous tone. "What are you? Fourteen-year-old gir-" he cut off with a sharp grunt when Tim slammed him face first into the ground.
"So, by 'bros' I assume that Impulse is in on this as well?"
Kon grinned. "You know it!"
Tim sighed and motioned for them to move to the rooftops as the wail of sirens approached. Kon offered him a hand, but he shot him a look and a slow shake of his head, then grappled up the side of the closest building. Together they watched as the police pulled up and cautiously approached the mugger.
"Tomorrow is my night off, so yeah, you guys can come over around five and we'll order pizza, binge on sugar, and re-watch season four."
"We finished season four last time."
"What? I don't remember watching the end of season four."
Kon barked a laugh so loud that every head in the alley below turned upwards, forcing them to step back from the edge. Tim punched him in the shoulder playfully for nearly giving them away - he was internally grateful for the reinforced material of his gauntlets that absorbed the majority of the rebound so he didn't bruise his knuckles - and Kon grinned sheepishly.
"Dude. That's because you fell asleep halfway through episode nine and we felt so bad for you that we let you sleep through the rest of the season."
"You guys should have woken me up. Fine. We'll watch season five, but Netflix doesn't run past season four and I don't own season five, so someone else needs to bring it."
"Wait, are you pouting? Because we watched season four without you?" Kon guessed, laughing quietly. Tim punched him again and this time he felt an ache in his knuckles even with the gauntlets.
"You know I can't feel that."
"You know what I have in this pouch right here. This little, lead-lined pouch."
Kon cleared his throat. "Yeah. So. Yeah, I can bring season five. I have four through twelve on DVD, so we'll just have figure out how to watch the rest after that. Oh. Before I forget…" He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small, shrink-wrapped package of four tins. "I was down in Jamaica on Titans business, saw this, and thought of you."
"Uhhhh… 'Jamaican Green Tea Mint' candles?" Tim asked dubiously.
"They're not all the same, read the labels."
Tim studied the names on each of the tins then glanced back at Kon with a long-suffering expression. "You got me a coffee scented candle."
"Awesome, right?"
"A candle."
Kon boomed out another loud laugh. "Yeah, I thought you could burn it, take a long bath, try to - I dunno - relax a bit and maybe catch some Zzzs for once."
"Okay, okay, point taken. But why would a coffee candle put me to sleep. Isn't the point of coffee to do the exact opposite?" Tim bantered back blithely, tugging off his cowl so Kon could feel the full weight of his unimpressed glare. He needed the break out of the cowl to cool off anyway.
"The way I see it, the only way we're gonna get you to slow down and smell the roses - so to speak - is if we manage to find coffee scented ones," Kon explained teasingly. Tim opened his mouth to argue, but Kon went on quickly, cutting off his retort, "Anyway, open it up. I wanna see how authentic it smells."
He grimaced and began attacking the pesky shrink wrap. "What? You didn't even smell it before you picked it out for me?"
"Of course I did, but I'm not a coffee expert and connoisseur like you," Kon teased. "I want the expert's opinion before I pat myself on the back for a good find."
"Uh huh,” Tim responded absently. He snarled in frustration, lifted his forearm, and stabbed the stubborn plastic with the spikes of his gauntlet - Kon shook his head at his vehemence - then widened the holes with his fingers until the contents finally tumbled free. The four small tins separated, and he picked out the one labeled "coffee" and pried off the lid.
"Hmmmm…” Tim hummed. “Actually…dark and toasty, with an authentic depth and pleasant, woodsy undertones."
"Oh my gosh, you really are a coffee connoisseur," Kon groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. "I was kidding…"
"Oh wow, and they actually decorated the candle with real coffee beans," he murmured appreciatively. "This is nice. I'll have to burn this later to get the full effect." He hid a smile as he added, "But only after I've made myself a cup of coffee. There's no way I'm going to tease myself with the scent and not drink a cup too." Kon groaned louder and he chuckled. "Make it two. Jamaican coffee is pretty good, after all."
"No, you should SLEEP later," Kon asserted. Tim shook his head.
"I can sleep after coffee."
"You're a monster, a crazy coffee monster. What have I done?" Kon moaned, scrubbing both hands over his face. "Actually, you know what? Give it back,” he demanded, holding out a hand. “I can't give you this. I can't enable you in your coffee obsession."
"Too late. Thanks for the gift, Superboy," Tim replied, smirking sharply as he pulled up his cowl and backed away towards the edge of the building.
"Wait, where do you think you're going? Come back here and give that back!"
"Only if you can catch me!" Tim yelled as he leapt away from the building, swinging off into the night.
"Like heck I can't!" the super called from behind, the wind whistling as he flew to intercept. Tim shot out a line to his right and executed a sudden, sharp turn between two buildings. Superboy shot past him and lost distance as Tim swung away in the opposite direction. Tim turned to look over his shoulder a few swings later to see Kon catch his trail and speed up to catch him.
"You won't be catching anyone if Batman catches you first," Tim yelled back to him over the roar of the wind around them.
Superboy nearly dropped out the air, spinning on the spot in a vain attempt to spot the lurking Bat - a Bat that currently wasn't anywhere near them according to Tim's comm chatter, not that Kon needed to know that. Tim took the opportunity to swing up onto an overlooking rooftop, and loomed over his friend, shoulders shaking as he laughed silently.
"Rob, come on!"
Tim laughed out loud once, then turned and ran. "Nope!"
Part 15 >>
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tsukuyomi-chan · 8 years ago
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Bleeding on Beds of Flowers Chapter 3
Ah yes, GIRS Crisis ep 16, the “Date”.
Do you ever think about that one time Bushiroad’s twitter page put out “Have you found the Luna to your Am” for Valentine’s Day and just think about what kind of foreshadowing that was?  I do. A lot.  I love Rummy Labyrinth just wanted to share that once again.
(Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4)
Chapter 3: All Alone (With You)
Preparation for the fifth G-Quest goes smoothly, or about as smoothly as hectic planning and frantic rehearsals can go.  Even Am agrees that the week has gone better than most.  And hearing that should make Luna pleased.  It should make Luna happy that even Am’s pleased by their current work.
But Am has been acting weird lately.  Her business smile is more present than ever, and Luna can visibly see the exhaustion in her shoulders now.  Am disappears during breaks, when she’s usually in the break room with Luna or discussing other performance possibilities with the directors.  But Am always shows up right on time as soon as the break ends, tired but ready to work.
Except today.
It’s already five minutes into rehearsal time, but Am’s nowhere to be seen.  She disappeared at the beginning of their break like usual, but hadn’t showed up afterwards.  And Luna’s worried.  She and some of the staff wander around the halls, trying to locate the girl.
Luna crosses a corridor, and finally finds Am sitting in the corner of the dead end of the hallway. Relief floods her, and she’s about to call out to the other when she stops.
Am’s legs are curled up to her chest as she sits right up in the corner of the hall, shadows falling across her hair from the lack of lighting.  It’s the janitor hall, no one comes down it during the daytime, and the lights are always off to save power.  Am doesn’t seem to mind, and she just sits there motionless, one hand clenched around the mitten charm on her backpack next to her.  Even in the dark, Luna can see the sadness on Am’s face.
It scares Luna.  
“A-Am, rehearsal’s about to start…”  Luna stutters out.
It startles Am, and she finally moves to look at Luna.  Her hand falls off of the mitten charm.  “Oh no, is it that time already?”  Am pulls out her phone, only to make a frustrated noise at it.  “It ran out of battery!  No wonder the alarm didn’t go off!”  
She stands up in a hurry, swinging her backpack over one shoulder.  “I’m sorry, were you worried?  I’ll apologize to the staff about it.”  Am says, walking quickly over to her side.  
She looks fine now, like the usual business Am.  But there’s brittleness in her voice that Luna knows wasn’t there before, like this persona was glass and could shatter at any moment.
“Am,” Luna starts, “are you… alright?”  She can feel the words fall out of her mouth weakly.  It sounds dumb, like she was a child who didn’t know how to properly enunciate feelings.  But Am looks surprised, and it takes a few moments for the business smile to return.
“I’m fine, Luna. Let’s go before we waste any more time.” Am says, as if everything’s back to normal.
It doesn’t make Luna feel any better.
Am did have alternate work, with at least five cellphones in her backpack at all times, which Luna wasn’t too clear about but knew that it took up a lot of her spare time.  So for most of their off-days, Luna would go on quests to try and improve her own skills, or call Tokoha and Kumi and hang out if they were close by.  She had fun hanging out with friends.  They could talk about little things and enjoy each other’s company.  
It comes up in conversation, and it practically smacks her in the head that day that Luna doesn’t know much about Am’s personal life.  Am’s show persona always took first priority, and they were both always discussing the now that Luna figured Am’s life must have been just like this before meeting her as well.  But the cold of January, even with only a light shower of snow last week, was surely settling in, and Am seemed even more distant than usual.  They never hung out unless it was about work, but now Am had even less free time, and said Luna had graduated from their teaching fights so there was no more need for them.  Luna had no idea what Am was thinking about, or doing right now.  Am handled a lot more work than Luna did, and she guessed it was just because of that, but she laments about it to Tokoha and Kumi anyways.
“Am hasn’t been very cheerful lately.  She never tells me anything.”  Luna laments, attacking Kumi’s vanguard and sipping her soda at their café table.  “Our work’s going well, and I’ve been getting better at vanguard too.”
“Better than me…”  Kumi sobs to Tokoha.
“But it doesn’t seem like there’s anything in our work that would make her so depressed and sad.” Luna sighs.  “I wish she would talk to me.”
Tokoha and Kumi look at each other simultaneously.  “What if you made her chocolates?  Valentines Day is coming up soon too!”  They both say happily.  Luna stares at them.
Buying chocolates for Am seems like the perfect idea.  She had never given or received chocolates before, but giving Am a present might cheer her up.  
Giving Am chocolates.
As friends.
Nothing more.
That leads to them buying chocolate ingredients, and Luna spotting the familiar figure of Am walking down the street from the mall overpass.  And somehow Tokoha and Kumi say the right words, and Am gets dragged into their group for today.
It’s fun.  It’s the most fun Luna’s had in ages, and Am’s beside her the entire time.  They take pictures together.  They try on clothes together.  They get interrogated by Kumi on how much money they make.  They start arguing about food, and Am and Tokoha face off. It’s incredibly fun.
“I hear they’re opening a new café in this mall next month, and they’re supposed to have amazing chocolate cake!”  Kumi smiles as they walk off to the food court.  “We should all go once it opens!”
“That might be tough. After the G-Quests, we’re going to have to work harder than ever to keep up this momentum for Rummy Labyrinth. But I’m sure we’ll find time, right Luna?”  Am says, nudging Luna in the side.
After the G-Quests. Luna’s legs stop working, and she stops walking as the others keep going.  What was she going to do after the G-Quests?  There’s only two weeks left for the G-Quests.  Fourteen days and counting.  “Y-Yeah,” Luna says, but her voice is strained, and she can feel the stem and leaves of a carnation climbing her throat, the flower threatening to leave her lips.
“Ah!  I think I left my phone at the jewelry shop we were just at!” Tokoha exclaims, and Kumi panics with her.  “You two go find seats, me and Luna can go back and search for it!”  
Tokoha grabs her hand and they run down the hall of stores, past two corners and into the mall washrooms. Luna’s glad Tokoha understands, and the girl waits outside the washroom stall as Luna coughs up more flowers until she can feel air flowing into her lungs again.
“Does Am-chan not know?” Tokoha asks as they head back to the food court.
Luna shakes her head. “Most of the workers do now, after I discussed it with my manager.  But I’d rather not bother Am with it, in the end.”  Her throat felt restricted as she coughed up a few more petals into her hand.
“Are you considering the surgery?”
“I don’t know…”  Luna says.  It’s a scary thought, losing memories of all this.
“Hanahaki Disease is scary, but so is romance.”  Tokoha says. “Nobody’s good at it.  Even if you decide to have the surgery, me and Kumi-chan will always be your friends.”
“But Am…”
Am would move on, and Luna would lose all memories of her.
Luna coughs some more, and a red carnation falls past her hands.  Tokoha catches it before it hits the ground and anyone else sees.  “It’s pretty.”  She says softly.  “Did you know?  Red carnations are a very popular flower.  They symbolize admiration.  But darker red carnations symbolize deep love.”
Luna looks at the carnation in Tokoha’s hand, so soft and delicate and pretty.  “It’s the colour of blood.”  She comments.
Tokoha makes an idle noise of agreement.  “But I think if you’re not willing to bleed for love, then it’s not worth it.”
They toss the petals into a recycling bin and walk to the table where Am and Kumi are waiting. Luna goes off to buy food with Kumi, and they win free food for being their 100,000th customers.  Am even agrees to go with her to get cream puffs next week.  Luna feels so happy, her throat barely bothers her.
The sun sets and darkness blankets the city, but it’s still bright sitting on the bench under the brightly lit Ferris wheel with Am.  It’s getting late and cold, the weather report said it would snow soon, and the day will have to end, and then Luna will be back to her usual schedule of rehearsals, practice, lessons, and Am.  She wonders how much more of this she can have.
Am stares up at the glittering lights of the Ferris Wheel, and Luna looks up as well, trying to find Tokoha and Kumi from her spot.  A kid and parent walks by happily, and Luna smiles at how cute they are together.  “Hey Am,” she starts, but falters once she sees Am’s expression.
“I hate this season.” Am says, quietly, softly, as if it might disappear in the falling snow along with everything else.  “It always reminds me of something bad that happened. I was five years old.  It was someone dear to me.  Someone incredibly precious to me.”  Am is quiet, her hand naturally reaching out for the mitten on her bag.  “You found this for me once.  It’s a keepsake of that person, and of our bond.  I lost everything that day.  That’s why I hate this season.  That’s why I get depressed every time─”
Luna wonders why it took her so long to notice.  She wonders if it was just because she’s dense, or because she had been too busy holding in the flowers in her lungs, that she only ever sees Am give other people are business smiles and nothing else.  She wonders why it didn’t occur to her until today that Am is as human as Tokoha or Kumi or Chrono or Shion or even herself.  She wonders why it didn’t occur to her until now that Am is also lonely.
Luna grips Am’s hand, and she hears Am let out a shaky breath, and Luna would bleed for as long as necessary if it meant Am could heal.  
“But… nobody ever noticed that before.  Nobody until now.  I’ve tried so hard to hide these feelings… and yet…”
The darkness and the cold don’t bother her.  The roots constricting and binding her lungs and heart don’t bother her.  She just wants to hang onto Am’s hand and warmth for as long as it takes for Am to smile again.
The gravity of her situation finally hits her Friday morning, a day before their next G-Quest performance, when it’s 7:00am but Am still isn’t in the lobby of the apartment building to leave and she isn’t answering her phone.  Their driver also looks worried, and sends her up to Am’s apartment with a spare key to check on the girl.  Luna enters the apartment as quietly as she can, while also calling out the girl’s name quietly.  Am’s apartment is messier than hers, with piles and piles of documents on the kitchen counter and dining table that Luna couldn’t begin to understand.  
Luna creeps into the bedroom, sees Am still asleep in her bed, curled up innocently under the butterfly print blanket, and she lets out a sigh of relief as she approaches quietly. Luna kneels next to the front of the bed, leaning on the bed post as she takes out her phone and sends a text to Enishi and their driver that they’re going to be a bit late.  It’s a good thing Am always insists on showing up half an hour early to help out with the other staff’s work, so they have some extra time to make up for what’s lost.  Am always has so much extra work, it must have tired her out.
Am looks so much younger when asleep.  She’s still fast asleep, face half buried into the pillow, with the blanket pulled under her chin, snoring lightly.  Am snores. It’s cute, and Luna takes a picture with her phone, giggling quietly, then lets out a silent yelp as Am moves, turning her body to face Luna.
“Mom…”  She hears Am groan, shifting under the sheets.  “Dad…”  Her face scrunches up and her hand emerges from under the blankets, reaching out and grasping the air blindly as Am hides her face further in the pillow.  
She’s trying to hold her mitten charm, Luna realizes.  Her backpack isn’t anywhere in the room though, so Luna reaches up to try and shake the other awake, but Am grabs her hand tight instead and Luna has to use her other hand to clamp over her mouth to stop herself from waking Am up accidentally.
“Don’t go, don’t go…” Am mumbles, pulling Luna’s hand closer until it’s being cradled tightly in her chest.  “Don’t leave me alone…”  And a tear drips onto the pillow.
“I…” Luna starts, chokes, and coughs a messy trail of carnations down her shirt.  She can feel her heart restricting from the flowers, and she needs to leave now before Am sees the mess she’s made.  She needs to leave before Am finds out.  But she just doesn’t want to let go of Am’s hand.
The deep blood red petals clash with Am’s blue hair, but they’re both soft and gentle and it makes Luna’s heart ache as she strokes Am’s hair with her free hand, watching more tears fall.  She feels so useless.
“Don’t go…”
Luna tries imagining that those words are for her.
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