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buferfliz · 4 years ago

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We Belong Together

So Kuroo is one of my faves and i wanted to write something for him. I will eventually write something for all of my favorites. For now i hope you all enjoy this. Thank you to my awesome sister @silentprincessofhyrule for this awesome banner.

Warnings: This is mostly fluff with some angst. Swearing, toxic person/relationship, happy ending

Key: I’m sure you all know this but just in case, y/n = your name and gf/n = girlfriend’s name

Peas in a pod. That was what you and your two best friends heard most from your teachers, parents, even just neighbors when you were younger. They weren’t wrong, the three of you were always together from the very start.

At first it was just you and Kenma. You lived on the same street and were the only two children. He was only a year younger than you and so you were just naturally drawn together.

Kenma was quiet, kept to himself, but that was fine with you. He was sweet and kind and fun to be around. Besides you were loud and outgoing enough for the two of you anyway. Most of your time together was spent playing games and talking about whatever was on your mind. The two of you enjoyed each other’s company.

When Kuroo had moved onto your street, you were the first to say hello. You thought he was cute even if he was on the shy side, not that anyone would ever be able to guess that nowadays. It hadn’t mattered though, you were friends with Kenma and so you were used to that sort of thing.

The three of you bonded over games and eventually started playing volleyball together. You’d even managed to find some co-ed training camps so the three of you could play in actual games together. You always had fun playing with them even if they were way better at it than you were.

When you started middle school, the two of them joined the volleyball team and you became their number one fan and biggest cheerleader. Sure you were sad that you couldn’t play on the same team with them, not that you had ever intended on joining a school team, but that didn’t stop you from going to every game and practice. After they were done with volleyball club for the day, the three of you would do your homework together then play games at Kenma’s or watch movies at your house or play a little volleyball in Kuroo’s backyard.

The three of you were inseparable and that continued through middle school, on through high school, and even still now in college. Your schedules didn’t always match up perfectly but you spent as much time together as you could and every morning the three of you would commute to college together.

You’d all chosen to live at home while attending college to save on money. Besides you all lived close enough to the campus that commuting wasn’t a big deal. But you all had also decided to do it so that all of you could still be close to each other and see each other whenever you wanted, just like it had always been no pesky dorm rules to stop you. The three of you truly treasured each other and the time you spent together.

You rushed into the gym hoping to see your friends before their practice match with Fukurodani began.

“There you are chibi-chan, I was beginning to think you got lost.” Kuroo says as he approaches you.

“Yeah sorry about that. My professor went off on a tangent and kept us late.”

“Well that’s ok, you’re here now.” He smiles at you.

“Hey, Hey, Hey kitty cat.” Bokuto says when he spots you talking to Kuroo.

“Hey Ko, how are you?”

“Seriously bro? What’s with that nickname?” Kuroo asks him.

“What? Your mascot is a cat and it sounds cute. She doesn’t mind that I call her that. I mean I could call her my baby owl instead.”

“No. Kitty cat is bad enough and she isn’t yours.”

You just laugh at the exchange between the friends.

“Hey y/n, are those two at it again?” A calm voice asks from behind you.

“Oh hey Kenny. You know they are but I think it’s cute.”

“Cute? I think not.” Kuroo says.

“The only cute thing here is you kitty cat.” Bokuto says to you in a flirty manner.

“Aww, thank you Ko.”

It was always like that with you and Bokuto. You were just friends but there was always flirty banter between you two. You never saw anything more to it than just a playful exchange. Bokuto then makes another comment that causes you to laugh and maybe that’s why you missed the look of jealousy that briefly flitted across Kuroo’s face.

Turning your attention back to your two best friends, you give Kenma a hug and then you give Kuroo one as well. As you hug Kuroo, you feel as though his grip around you seems a bit tighter than usual but you decide to just enjoy the feel of it.

“Good luck guys.”

You head towards the bleachers and find your usual seat in the front row. You can’t help but to think about the hug you had just gotten from Kuroo. You feel your heartrate pick up as you remember the warm strong embrace. The truth was your feelings for your two best friends had changed. They were still your best friends and they always would be. But while your love for Kenma had taken the sibling route, your love for Kuroo had taken the romantic route.

You feel a little ache in your chest thinking about it because you have convinced yourself that Kuroo would only ever see you as one of his best friends. You’ve told yourself that you’re ok with it because he’s a great friend, but every day you can’t stop yourself from hoping that today would be the day. The day that Testsuro Kuroo, Tetsu as you affectionately referred to him, would realize that he was in love with you. No matter how unrealistic it might be.

Kuroo throws the ball into the air, jumps, and hits it. Hard. Too hard actually, it goes sailing out of bounds.

“Shit,” he curses to himself. “Sorry guys.”

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll get the next one.” Yamamoto assures him.

Kenma gives his best friend a concerned look as the coach calls for a time out.

“Are you ok?” He asks him as they head over to the bench.

“Yeah I’m ok, don’t worry.”

In truth, he wasn’t ok. The way Bokuto so casually flirted with you earlier and the way you had laughed at whatever stupid thing he had said bothered Kuroo more than he would ever admit. And he knew it was ridiculous for that to bother him, you were both his friends and he wanted the two of you to be happy. If you were to get together, he knew that Bokuto would treat you right. But the thought of you with Bokuto, or anyone really, upset him because the one you should really be with was him. He would treat you so well, take care of you no matter what. He knew you better than anyone, with maybe the exception of Kenma. He knew what you wanted and what you needed and most importantly, he would love you more than anyone else ever could.

His mind was racing, to the point where he couldn’t even hear what coach was saying. He knew that he really had to focus but the only thing that was currently on his mind was you. That wasn’t really anything new but he could usually focus on volleyball whenever he was playing. He found himself looking for you, knowing you always sat in the same spot whether it was normal practice or a practice match. Front row right behind the bench. He looks at you just as coach finishes talking and the team begins to head back onto the court.

You give him a sweet smile and he feels his own smile spread across his face. Ah there it is, he thinks. The smile that lights up your face as well as the room and makes his heart race in the best way possible. He loved that smile.

He heads back to his position with a new focus on the game. He doesn’t even let his mind wander when he and Bokuto are staring each other down across the net. Your smile had been just for him, even if it was just a supportive one from one friend to another, but it had been enough to chase away the jealousy that had overtaken his mind earlier.

After the game, you said goodbye to Bokuto and Akaashi and waited for Kuroo and Kenma to come out of the locker room. As you waited, you thought back to the game. Kuroo had not been acting like himself, he seemed distracted and almost angry. You were worried that something was wrong but he seemed to get back on track after the time out. So maybe he was just too fired up at the beginning, it had happened before when they played Fukurodani. The competitive streak between him and Bokuto was always on full display when they played each other. Whatever it was, you were glad he had settled in after that.

You were roused from your thoughts when you heard a voice speak.

“Hello? Earth to chibi-chan.” Kuroo says as he waves a hand in front of your face.

“Oh sorry. What was that?”

“Kenma asked what you wanted to eat. Where were you?”

“Just spacing out. You guys took so long I was afraid I might fall asleep.” You tease them.

“Sorry about that,” Kenma says, “Lev called Yaku short again and we had to make sure that Yaku didn’t murder him.”

“I swear Lev must have a death wish to keep bringing that up.” You laugh.

“Yeah tell me about it. And I get stuck breaking it up because I’m the captain.” Kuroo says with a sigh. “It gets tiring.” “Aww but you’re such a good captain Tetsu, I’m sure the team appreciates everything you do for them.”

“They damn well better. Anyway, food. I’m starving.”

“How about we just get some take out and go play games back at my house? I’ve had enough intense activity for today.” Kenma says as the three of you leave campus together.

In the end, that’s exactly what you ended up doing. Now with full stomachs you’re all playing a game together.

“Damn it Tetsu! Stop saving all those fucking turtle shells for me, use one on Kenma for a change.”

“But you react so much more to it than him kitten, it’s far more entertaining.” Kuroo laughs.

“No. You don’t get to call me that when you keep knocking me off the road.”

Kuroo laughs more and you end up getting hit with yet another shell.

“I swear I’m going to kill you Tetsu!” You yell at him while giving him a little glare.

“You both suck at this game, so what does it matter?” Kenma says with his eyes fixed on the screen, his character lapping you for the third time.

“Shut up Kenny!” You throw a pillow at him and hit him in the back of the head causing him to drive off the road. “HA, now who sucks?”

Kenma turns and gives you a look that promises revenge.

“Oh shit.” You get your arms up just barely in time to cover your face from the pillow that Kenma has launched at you.

“Ok fine, two can play this game.” You say before throwing a pillow back at him, the two of you laughing as you take turns hitting each other.

Kuroo just watches the scene before him, well just you actually. He loves riling you up because your expressions are all so cute. Whether you’re laughing and smiling like now or pouting and scowling like you were before when he kept messing you up in the game, he loved them all.

He didn’t really want to admit it, not even to himself though it was undoubtedly true, but he was hopelessly in love with you. It had been a few years already since he first felt it and denied it, though if he was being completely honest with himself he’d had a crush on you since you were kids. But kids don’t really understand the meaning of that or at least he knew that he hadn’t. Still he had managed to act the same as he always did around you, leaving you none the wiser to his changing feelings towards you.

Even when he had first become friends with Bokuto, which led to you and Kenma becoming friends with him, he had managed to ignore the flirty way that Bokuto interacted with you. But now it had started to bother him. He just didn’t know why it now did. Ok he did know. He couldn’t lie to himself about his feelings for you anymore and there was a very real possibility that you could end up with Bokuto, the two of you got along so well and he wasn’t some jerk that you wouldn’t look twice at. So he couldn’t hold back his feelings but he couldn’t tell you either. What if he ruined everything? Too bad that didn’t stop the jealousy from rising up like it had before.

As he sat there staring, he heard his phone go off signaling the arrival of a new text message. Before he could pick it up off the floor next to him, however, he was nailed in the face by a pillow followed by your laugh. The laugh that was music to his ears.

“It’s your fault this whole thing started Tetsu, so don’t think you’re getting out of it.” You say to him.

“Oh you’re in for it now kitten.” Kuroo says with a smirk before hitting you with a pillow.

And so he was dragged into your pillow war as well.

Fifteen minutes later, the three of you were all out of breath from throwing pillows but also from all the laughing. You always loved the time you got to spend with these two men. You glance over at Kuroo who has a smile on his face as he catches his breath.

Oh how you loved that smile of his, how you loved everything about him really. You so badly just wanted to curl up in his lap and have him wrap his arms around you. Everything just felt so right when he would hug you, like you just belonged there, wrapped up in his arms.

Of course that wasn’t likely to happen, he was super popular with the ladies and could have his pick of any one of them. He didn’t even have to make a move. Girls were always asking him out on dates but he would always turn them down. You figured he was just too preoccupied with volleyball and his studies. Still whenever you heard that yet another girl had asked him out, you would feel a pain in your chest and your stomach would churn as you waited to hear if he had said yes because you knew that one of these days he would. Just the thought of it devastated you but you knew that you would have to deal with it when it happened because you wanted him to be happy.

Yeah happy with me, the little voice in the back of your head supplied. You know that you would love him more than any other girl could because you already did and you would take such good care of him too. But you couldn’t risk it. What if he didn’t feel the same and it ended up ruining your friendship? You couldn’t lose him from your life and so you remained quiet about your feelings.

You tear your gaze away from Kuroo and see your phone blinking. Unlocking it you see that you have new messages. From Bokuto.

“Oh hey guys, Ko wants to know if we want to hang out on Saturday. Also he told me to tell you that before you say anything, he texted you first Tetsu but you didn’t answer.” You say to him as he picks up his phone to check.

“So he did.” Kuroo replies.

“It’s fine with me as long as we don’t do too much, he has way too much energy.” Kenma chimes in.

“Well you’re not wrong there.” You chuckle.

“Yeah ok.” Kuroo adds.

“Do you want to text him and let him know Tetsu? Or should I?”

“I’m sure he’d rather hear from you than me, so you can do it.” He says a bit more sharply than intended.

You raise an eyebrow but just shrug your shoulders and message Bokuto back.

Kuroo makes his way to your house. It had been decided that they would all go there and watch movies.

You lived alone now after your grandmother had passed away in your first year of college. She had left the house to you as well as whatever inheritance she had. He didn’t know where your parents were and he had asked you about them once but you said that you didn’t know where they were either. Your grandmother was all the family you’d had.

It had been two years already since she passed. He remembered how upset you had been and how he and Kenma had stayed with you every night for a month. They helped you with anything you needed and took turns holding you as you cried. They also made sure you were taking care of yourself and they tried to keep you busy, hoping that it would help you with your grieving process and it had helped. He was happy that he had been able to be there for you and help you heal.

That was also when he realized for the first time just how hard he had fallen for you. When he saw you cry his heart shattered and he wanted nothing more than to wipe your tears away, kiss them away really, and see you happy and smiling once more. He never wanted to see you cry again. He had no idea if you felt that way about him though and so he went back to denying and suppressing.

Kuroo reaches your house and hears humming coming from the backyard. He pushes open the gate and finds you watering the garden. Your grandmother had started it when you were all younger and now you took care of it.

“Hey chibi-chan. The garden looks great.”

“Hey Tetsu” You happily greet him with a smile as you put the hose away.

There it was again that smile, his smile. He was certain that you didn’t smile at anyone else like that, not even Bokuto. But maybe that was just him hoping that was the case.

You come over to him and give him a big hug. He breathes in the coconut scent of your shampoo. He loved that smell, you’d used it for so long now and it was just so undeniably you. If he ever smelled it elsewhere it would immediately bring you to the forefront of his mind. You separate from him sooner than he would’ve liked but Kenma and Bokuto had arrived and so you went over to greet them.

The night went by in a blur for Kuroo. There was food and movies, a couple of games, and you had all chatted about whatever. The only thing he could focus on, however, was the way that Bokuto looked at you, the way he made you laugh, the way he touched your arm and he felt that jealousy bubble up again. All he could think was that should be me. Why can’t I just tell her?

Because you could ruin everything if you did, the sabotaging voice in the back of his head told him.

He needed to get his mind off of you, needed to distract himself from his feelings for you. But do I really want to? He was unsure, that was until he saw Bokuto give you an innocent little kiss on the cheek when he left later on. It was no different than the friendly kisses on the cheek you would get from Kenma but it made him angry. And he knew it shouldn’t so he decided then that he did need to find a way to distract himself from his feelings for you.

It had been a couple of weeks since the movie night at your house and Kuroo had been acting strange ever since. He didn’t hang out with you as much as he usually did and when he did hang out he acted distant. Things you would say or do that would normally have him laughing hysterically, now didn’t even really get a response like he wasn’t even paying attention.

What was wrong with him? Did I do something to upset him? You had no idea but it was breaking your heart little by little. Now you were sitting in Kenma’s room, playing a game with him.

“Do you know what Tetsu’s problem is?”

“Not sure. He hasn’t talked to me about it but I don’t think his new girlfriend is helping.”

“Girlfriend?” You ask with surprise.

This was the first you’d heard of it and you felt your stomach lurch, threatening to spill its contents.

“Yeah. I guess she asked him out a couple of weeks ago and he said yes but she isn’t a nice person so I don’t know why he’s dating her.”

“Am I not worthy of hearing about this? I mean we’re supposed to be best friends.”

“He didn’t tell you? That’s weird.”

“I’m going to text that jerk right now.”

You pick up your phone, open the text thread, and send him a message.

You: “You have a girlfriend? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Tetsu: “Oh yeah. I guess I forgot.”

You: “Forgot? We’re best friends and you just forgot?”

Tetsu: “Yeah, sorry.”

You: “Well do I ever get to meet her?”

Tetsu: “I guess. Are you at Kenma’s? We can stop by there before we go out.”

You: “Yeah I am.”

Tetsu: “See you in a little bit then.”

You put your phone to the side.

“They’re coming over here. Sorry Kenny.”

“It’s fine but you’re going to hate her.” He responds as he continues to play his game.

Ten minutes later you hear a voice come from Kenma’s bedroom door.

“Oh wow, is this really your room Kenma? Are you sure you’re old enough to be in college? Because it looks like a 12 year old lives here.” Kuroo’s girlfriend says.

Your eyes widen at how rude she just was. She’s pretty but Kenma is right she isn’t very nice.

Kenma just rolls his eyes and ignores her as he continues to play.

“Haha, yeah Kenma loves his games.” Kuroo laughs but you can tell it’s one of those fake ones people do when they’re embarrassed. “Anyway this is my girlfriend, gf/n.”

You decide that you will do your best to be nice for Kuroo’s sake.

“Hi, I’m Tetsu’s frien—“ Before you can finish speaking she cuts you off.

“Yeah, yeah I know who you are.” She shoots you a glare. “Ok I met her. Can we leave now? I don’t want to look at this bitch anymore.” She says with disgust.

You see annoyance flicker across Kuroo’s face at her words.

Oh hell no is she getting away with that, you think.

“Excuse me? What the fuck did you just call me? If there’s a bitch in here then it’s clearly your rude ass.” You get up off the bed where you were sitting and go to approach her only for Kenma to stop you.

“Calm down.” He says as he wraps his arms around you, hugging you to him to keep you in place.

“Yeah ok. Let’s go.” Kuroo says as he leads her away from you and out the front door.

Once they’re gone, Kenma lets you go.

“I told you that you were going to hate her. She’s rude to everyone.”

You clench your fists and let out a frustrated shriek.

“What a fucking bitch! Why the fuck is he dating someone like that?”

“I’m not sure.” He tells you though the look in his eyes suggests otherwise, still you decide not to press him for an answer.

Kuroo sits on his couch. It had been a week since he’d introduced you to his girlfriend, gf/n. Ugh, that didn’t even sound right to him. The only one he wanted to call his girlfriend was you.

Why was he even dating her? Oh right, to forget he’s in love with you. Too bad it’s not working. It’s making him think about you even more actually because he can’t help but compare the two of you.

She was pretty. You were beautiful.

You were sweet, kind, thoughtful, caring, funny, and smart. She had been nothing but rude and nasty to everyone, including him a few times.

You fit so perfectly in his arms like it was where you were meant to be, He had to stop himself from pushing her off of him when she would hug him and he would always come up with an excuse to dodge having to kiss her.

He felt an ache in his chest with every beat of his heart as he thought about you. He’d been acting like such a jerk to you too since he started dating her. He knew he needed to break up with her, you were right, she was a rude bitch.

A knock on his door stirs Kuroo from his thoughts. He gets up and opens it, on the other side stands Kenma. He glances around before he speaks.

“Is she here?”

“Who? Oh, gf/n? No, I’m supposed to meet her later.” Kuroo tells him and lets him into the house.

“Good. We need to talk Kuroo.”

“What’s up?”

“First of all, you’re being a jerk to y/n. She’s supposed to be one of your best friends yet you’ve done nothing but blow her off and ignore her. It’s messed up.” He looks right into Kuroo’s eyes as he says it.

Kuroo flinches slightly at Kenma’s words despite already knowing it was the truth.

“Second of all, you need to get rid of that bitch you’re calling a girlfriend. She’s not a nice person. She’s rude to everyone. The team doesn’t want her to come anywhere near them so tell her to stay away or you’re going to have a problem on your hands.”

“Ok fine. I’ll tell her not to come to practices anymore. She’ll probably be happy about that actually.”

“And lastly, not only is she rude to all of us but she gets downright nasty with y/n. I have to keep stopping her from punching your “girlfriend” in the face.” He says, using air quotes when saying girlfriend. “The other day we were eating lunch together and your “girlfriend” came over to us. She ignored me completely which I was fine with but she had the nerve to insult your other best friend. You remember her, right?”

He winces at Kenma’s words.

“The bitch told y/n to stay away from you and that you didn’t want anything to do with her anymore.”

Kuroo lets out a groan and pinches the bridge of his nose as Kenma continues to speak.

“I’m not really sure what you’re thinking but deal with it instead of running away from it.”

Being called out on his bullshit causes Kuroo to get defensive.

“I’m not running away from anything and her name isn’t bitch, it’s gf/n.”

Kenma lets out a derisive laugh.

“Yeah, funny how that’s all you call her by, her name. Don’t people usually have pet names for their girlfriends? Like kitten?” He pretends to think. “Or maybe, chibi-chan?” He gives Kuroo a pointed look before leaving.

“Damn it! What the fuck am I doing?” He says to the emptiness of the room after Kenma’s departure.

Damn Kenma’s observational skills. He loved them on the volleyball court but not when they were used against him.

I can’t just let him think he can read me so easily so I won’t. He had his pride and he could be stubborn when he wanted to be. He was not going to let Kenma know how easily he had seen right through him.

Kuroo looks at the clock and sighs. Time to get ready to see his “girlfriend.”

The following Saturday you were sitting in your living room with Kenma and Bokuto. You invited them over to watch movies again and had hoped Kuroo would come too.

“Is Kuroo coming?” Bokuto asks.

You sigh.

“No. I invited him but he said he had plans with that bitch.”

That was her name now as far as you were concerned after the multiple times she had gone out of her way to be nasty to you.

“Why is he still with her? I thought he was supposed to be smart. He must know that she isn’t worth his time. I saw her screaming at him outside the gym last week when we went there for another practice match so she isn’t even nice to him. Did you talk to him?”

“I did.” Kenma answers. “He didn’t listen, obviously. Though thankfully she stays away from the team now. I think that’s what she was screaming at him about actually, I heard some of it. Apparently we’re jealous of how happy she makes him or some nonsense and he should stop being friends with us.”

“He didn’t really respond to her from what I saw when I walked by, he didn’t even see me.” Bokuto says.

“Yeah he just stood there and let her scream. He really needs to get rid of her.”

“Are you serious? She just screamed at him? I swear I will knock that bitch out for treating him like that. I’m going to corner his ass after practice on Monday and try to talk some sense into him. Maybe he needs to hear it from someone a little louder.”

“Yeah you tell him kitty cat.” Bokuto cheers.

“Oh I will. Don’t worry. Now let’s pick something to watch.”

True to your word, there you were Monday after practice waiting for Kuroo to emerge from the locker room. Once he came out, you grabbed his wrist and dragged him along to the now empty gym.

“Why did you drag me in here?”

“Because we need to talk. Look I’m just going to say it, you need to dump that nasty bitch.”

Kuroo sighs.

“Look just because you don’t like her doesn’t mean I should dump her.”

“That isn’t even it. She isn’t even a nice person. You deserve someone so much better than her. Someone who is sweet and caring like you. Someone who is smart and funny like you. Someone who will take care of you and treat you like the amazing guy that you are. Someone who will love you for you. And I’m sorry but that isn’t her. You deserve someone who makes you smile and happy every day not someone who screams at you and treats you and all of the people you care about like shit. You’d be so much better off without her Tetsu.”

Kuroo listens to all you have to say. You were right of course. He knew this. He knew it before Kenma had even spoken to him. It had been nothing more than an experiment and it had failed miserably. Maybe that made him a jerk for using someone like that but he had gone into it genuinely hoping that he could find someone else he liked. He should have known that it would never work though, he was way too in love with you. Even if he had found a sweet girl who he liked he still would never have been able to be with anyone but you.

This had all taken way too long for him to truly understand. He had just been way too worried, or maybe it was scared, that it would all blow up in his face and so he did exactly what Kenma said. He tried running from it instead of dealing with it and now here he was. His feelings for you had only grown more intense and it was just his sheer stubbornness that was preventing him from doing what needed to be done.

He felt beat up and drained from this “relationship.” He needed to get out and he needed to tell you how he felt.

Your voice brings him back to reality.

“Tetsu, I’m one of your best friends, I want you to be happy. And I’m not the only one who’s worried about you either. All the rest of your friends are too, Kenma, the guys on the team.”

He knew it was true that you and Kenma and everyone else were concerned about him. He knew it was time to end this before it got even worse and it was already terrible.

“Even Bokuto is worried about you. He doesn’t even see you as often as the rest of us but he knows you’re not happy.”

Bokuto, yes he must have gotten together with you by now, he thought as he remembered all the laughs and flirtation that went on between the two of you. He told himself he could be happy for you both, you were his friends, even if it also broke his heart. And yet he still felt the slightest glimmer of hope that maybe he still had a chance. It was that little bit of hope that was keeping the jealousy he felt simmering in his gut from rising up. That is until you blindsided him.

“He agrees with the rest of us, how you deserve someone better. We were talking about it the other day when he came over my house.”

His mouth went dry and he could hear his heart thudding in his ears. Bokuto had been at your house. Alone with you. He felt his stomach drop and his heart clench as his mind wandered, led astray by the jealousy that he’d only had a tenuous grip on.

What had the two of you been doing in your house? Cuddling? Kissing? Had he touched you? Had the two of you done something even more?

He couldn’t control it, the jealousy had taken over and his anger surged. He was more angry at himself than anything else, he’d lost his chance because he had been too chicken to tell you his true feelings. Unfortunately, he let it come out and he directed it straight at you.

“Is that all? Why are you even here? Just to lecture me? Shouldn’t you be under Bokuto somewhere instead?”

Your mouth drops open at his words. Had he really just said that to you?

“What the fuck did you just say?” You feel your pulse quicken as your own anger rises.

“Oh I’m sorry, is it Kenma’s turn then?” He replies in a mocking tone.

Your anger surges and before you even realize what’s happening, your fist connects with your best friend’s face. You didn’t even register the pain in your hand when you shoved him after.

“I came here because I care about you and I’m worried about you and that’s what you say to me? Go to hell Kuroo.”

You turn and run from the gym refusing to let him see the tears that had begun running down your cheeks.

Kuroo regretted it all as soon as he said it. Regretted it even more when you punched him in the face. Who knew you had such a vicious right hook? But the fact that you called him Kuroo instead of Tetsu hurt him more than any punch to the face could. You hadn’t called him that since you first met when you were kids. He had fucked up badly and all because he couldn’t be honest with you or himself. This whole situation could have been avoided.

He knew he deserved all of it though, including the black eye you’d given him. That had been three days ago now and he hadn’t even caught a glimpse of you since. He ended up dumping his “girlfriend” that night and it was like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He would have felt happier than he had in a month if he hadn’t said what he did to you.

He should never have let it go on for as long as he had, maybe he could have gotten his chance with you. Instead he was lamenting the fact that he had hurt the one person he loved more than anyone, the one he had never wanted to hurt. What a fool he had been.

Laying on his bed, he stares up at the ceiling when he hears a familiar yet less cheery than normal voice enter the room.

“Hey” Bokuto says as he stands in the doorway and leans against the frame.

“What do you want?” Kuroo asks in a somber tone.

“What did you say to her bro? She was so pissed but I think she was more sad than anything.”

Kuroo feels his heart clench at the thought that he had made you sad. Your anger he would gladly take. But your tears? He couldn’t handle that.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Look I know she went to talk to you about, uh, gf/n. Right? Anyway, she’s just worried about you and so are the rest of us. She isn’t a good person for you, she’ll just drag you down. You deserve b—“

He cuts Bokuto off.

“I deserve better than her? Yeah well unfortunately the one who’s best for me is with you.” Kuroo says in a dejected tone.

Bokuto furrows his brow in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know who I’m talking about, you’re always flirting with her and shit. Congrats, I’m happy for you. Just make sure you treat her well.”

“Wait, do you think y/n and I are a couple? Just because I say flirty stuff to her? That’s just for fun, it’s not serious. Besides why would that bother you…oh I get it now. You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

“What difference does it make? You can stop lying to make me feel better. I know you spend time at her house, she told me herself that you were there the other day. I’m sure you two got really close while you were alone together.”

“Dude, seriously? We watched movies and I wasn’t alone with her. Kenma was there too, you can go ask him yourself. I’ll just wait for you to come apologize to me afterwards for being such an idiot. Don’t worry I’ll forgive you because I’m a great guy like that.” Bokuto tells him before flashing a confident grin and leaving Kuroo’s house.

After Bokuto leaves, Kuroo goes rushing over to Kenma’s house and bursts into his room where he finds him playing a game. Kenma glances away from the screen at Kuroo’s entrance before looking back at it.

“You were at her house with Bokuto?” He asks, slightly out of breath from running over.

“Wow, you’re so dumb Kuroo. I thought you were supposed to be so smart. Yes I was there with Bokuto and you should have been too but you blew her off again and went out with your “girlfriend” instead.”

“Shit! I can’t believe I forgot about that.” Kuroo says as he sits on Kenma’s bed and puts his head in his hands.

“Yeah, well, you were preoccupied. Where is the bitch anyway?”

“How should I know? I dumped her three days ago.”

“Well that’s good at least. Honestly you should have just told y/n that you loved her from the start, geez.”

“I know but I was too scared that she might reject me and then never want to talk to me again.”

“You know that she would never do that, she cares about you too much.”

“I know that I should have dumped that girl after you talked to me too but I didn’t like how easily you saw through me and I didn’t want you to know that you were right. I really am dumb.”

Kuroo lets out a sorrowful sigh.

“Do you think she’ll ever forgive me, Kenma?”

“Of course she will but you better beg for her forgiveness and finally tell her the truth.”

Two more days passed and Kuroo had apologized to Bokuto for being an idiot and Bokuto forgave him just like he said that he would.

You, however, had expertly evaded all of his attempts to get ahold of you and he was starting to wonder if he’d ever even see you again let alone talk to you. He still hadn’t caught a single glance of you, you wouldn’t answer his calls or respond to his messages, when he went to your house you would ignore him.

As he left his tenth message of the day for you, he made his way over to Kenma’s house. When he entered his friend’s room, he was greeted with his first glimpse of you in nearly a week.

“Sorry Kenny, I have to go.” You say as you get up and head for the door but before you could leave Kuroo catches you by the wrist.

“Wait chibi-chan.”

You just look down and shake him off before disappearing out the front door.

“She told me what you said to her. You fucked up so bad Kuroo. You totally deserved that black eye.”

“Yeah I know I did. But how am I supposed to talk to her and apologize if she doesn’t want to be anywhere near me?”

“I don’t know but you better figure out something before you lose your chance for good.”

Tears roll down your cheeks as you water your garden. You didn’t know what else to do after you fled Kenma’s house. You weren’t even sure how you felt anymore, aside from sad at the whole situation. Sad about what had happened between you and Kuroo, you knew he couldn’t have meant what he said he was just upset but it still hurt you, and sad that he was dating someone so awful. He was far too kind, thoughtful, and caring to be with someone as vile as that girl. Most of all you just missed him, your best friend, the sweet goofy guy that you had fallen madly in love with.

You swipe at your cheeks to rid them of the tears when you hear that voice, the one that you loved so much.

“Hey chibi-chan, can we please talk?” Kuroo asks. Closing the gate behind him, he approaches you.

You stop watering and look at him.

“Are you even allowed to? What would your “girlfriend” say?”

Just as you are about to put the hose down and go into your house, locking him out, his voice stops you.

“I dumped her. You were right, you all were. I was just being stubborn or stupid. Maybe both.”

“Definitely both. I’m glad you started thinking with your brain again instead of something else.”

Kuroo laughs to himself.

“Yeah, funny thing is I never even kissed her. Forget about anything else.”

“Wait. Are you serious?”

“Yeah. There’s only one person I want to kiss and it wasn’t her.”

Before you can process what he just said, he rushes on.

“I am so sorry kitten. I never should have said what I did. I didn’t mean it at all. I know you’re not like that.” He moves in front of you and gets on his knees. “Please forgive me, I’m begging you. I wouldn’t be able to handle losing you.”

He looks up at you with pleading eyes and remorse written all over his face.

“You hurt me when you said that shit Tetsu.”

He felt some relief at hearing his name, at least he wasn’t Kuroo anymore.

“I know I did. Let me make it up to you. I’ll do anything. You can punch me again if you want, which by the way where the hell did you learn to hit like that?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“You didn’t mean it?” You ask even though you already know he didn’t.

“No, of course not.” He says before mumbling under his breath, “I was just being stupid.”

“What was that?” You ask having not quite caught what he just said.

“Nothing. Please forgive me chibi-chan. I need you in my life.”

You let out a sigh. You knew he was being genuine and you loved him too much to not forgive him.

“Well lucky for you, I don’t want to lose you either. You’re too important to me.”

Kuroo’s face brightens.

“Does that mean you forgive me?”

“That depends. Are you back to being my Tetsu? Or are you still the jerk that you’ve been for the past month?”

“I’m your Tetsu, I promise kitten.”

“Hmm..” You pretend to be lost in thought looking at him before a mischievous grin breaks out across your face.

Kuroo raises an eyebrow at you and then you’re spraying him with the hose you still have in your hand.

“Oops, my finger slipped.” You laugh as he shakes his arms to get some of the water off.

“Oh you’re going to pay for that.”

You let out a little shriek when he rises to his feet. You drop the hose and run.

Kuroo chases you around your yard, both of your laughs echoing off of the nearby trees. It doesn’t take long before you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, lift you up, and spin you around. This causes the both of you to fall onto the soft grass. You land on your back and Kuroo somehow manages to land on top of you, using his forearms to brace himself so he doesn’t crush you.

Hovering above you, he stares deeply into your eyes with a serious intensity.

“I want to kiss you so badly. I have for a while now.” He glances to your lips before returning his gaze to your eyes.

Your eyes widen with his confession, your heart racing in your chest.

“So what’s stopping you then?”

A big smile spreads across Kuroo’s face and then he’s pressing his lips tenderly against yours.

You lose yourself in the kiss, lips parting slightly allowing him to slip his tongue inside your mouth and begin a dance with yours. Your one hand finds its way into his hair while the other one rests against the back of his neck. Your heart pounds and your mind races. How many times had you imagined what his kiss would feel like? A countless number it seemed and yet the real thing was so much better than anything you had ever imagined.

You could feel all the love and care he was pouring into this kiss and you did the same. It seemed like hours and yet seconds at the same time when he separated from your mouth.

“I’m so in love with you chibi-chan. You fit so perfectly in my arms and I know that it’s where you belong. I want nothing more than to hold you close each and every day. I’m just sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was afraid that I might lose you if you didn’t feel the same. I’m a dumbass.”

“Oh Tetsu, I’ve been in love with you for a while now and I thought the same damn thing as you. So I guess we’re both dumbasses.” You let out a chuckle and he does too.

“I guess we are, but that doesn’t matter now. Will you be mine chibi-chan?”

“Nothing would make me happier.”

“Good then I’m going to hold you close every day. You’re mine and I’m yours from now on.” He says with a smile.

“Always and forever, my Tetsu.” You say with a smile before he captures your lips once more in another loving kiss.

#kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!

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chispas-and-broken-bindings · 4 years ago

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Someone requested a fix for their birthday...I don’t have the next chapter for I Just Think I’ll Scream quite ready for prime time, but here’s a sneak peak:

Ch 20 Sansa

Robb and Ned were up and away before Sansa emerged from her shower in the morning. The house is chaos as Catelyn tries to wrangle the remaining Starks out the door. "Sansa, stop feeding Shaggydog scraps from the table and get dressed! Bran, there are two boxes of gourds by the back door that need to be brought to the store for the window display. Be a dear and put them in the car. And where are Arya and Rickon?"

Sansa skips up the stairs before she's pulled into the hunt, almost knocking into her younger sister as she slides down the bannister. "One of these days that's going to break."

"Whatever, killjoy."

"Mom is looking for you, but you better change. We are supposed to wear floral for the Women's Club Bake Sale. It's themed and Cersei Lannister is going to be there, so we have to be on our best behavior." Her little sister is wearing their dad's old Falcon's sweatshirt and ripped up jeans, looking for all the world like she's about to spend the day painting a house or cleaning out a garage, and not hobnobbing with their mother's friends and clients.

"I'm not working the bake sale. I'm selling tickets to the haunted fun house with Mycah."

"Says who?"

Before Arya can respond, Catelyn is at the bottom of the stairs. "Me. You know that it'll be better for everyone if Arya isn't cooped up all day in a tent with the Women's Club ladies. Help me get through the midday rush, Sansa, and you can slip away and spend the afternoon with Harry if you'd like."

"Gods, Mom! They broke up weeks ago! Catch up!" Arya yells as the back door slams behind her and Sansa is alone, staring down the steps at her mother whose face has fallen into a look of concern.

"Oh, Sansa, dear. Why didn't you tell me?"

She sighs, "It's fine, Mom. Like Arya said, it happened weeks ago, and it was just a high school fling. They aren't meant to last." She turns back up the stairs, not waiting to see if her brush off was convincing. She dresses in the dark maxi dress waiting on her hook, with its long flowy sleeves and pattern of intricate woodland flowers. Usually, she feels like Florence Welch in it. Today though, as she inspects herself before the mirror, it's coming off less stylishly bohemian and more dowdy Victorian with the small ruffles along the high collar and shoulders. Ygritte would never wear something like this, a small ugly voice whispers.

Just as she's about to dive back into her closet, Bran yells up the stairs, "We're going to leave without you, Sansa," and it makes her choice for her. It's fine. She'll just hide in a corner of the tent with Old Nan and sneak lemon cakes all day. No one has to see her. So what if the band is playing this afternoon? It's not like any of them care if she watches their show, and she's basically heard the whole set already in rehearsals. It's not like Robb told everybody at school about it. It's not like she promised to get there early and save a spot up front with Marge and Jeyne.

Ygritte will probably be there to watch Jon. Best to skip...at least until she gets over her absurd crush.

"Sansa! Mom is literally starting the engine!" Bran yells again.

"Coming!" The best she can do is throw on sunglasses and a wide-brimmed fedora and hope no one recognizes her. Outside, Arya is still arguing with Rickon about buckling his car seat and Cat is on her phone, pacing up the driveway while Bran sits on the back step, whistling the march from Bridge Over the River Kwai. "Liar," Sansa flicks off his baseball cap. "We're nowhere near about to leave."

"She was starting the engine before her phone rang."

When they finally find a parking spot, it's apparent to everyone that they would have been better off leaving the car at home and walking. Though the festival hasn't officially started yet, the main street is closed off, and the big parking lot has been covered in carnival rides overnight. Arya peels off from their group when Mycah gives her a holler from on top of the Ferris wheel, leaving Bran and Sansa to lug the several boxes filled with decorative gourds to the hardware store, while their mom takes Rickon and their contributions to the bake sale in the opposite direction.

Outside the store entrance, Benjen is struggling with his pop-up tent, which keeps leaning to one side in the wind, while Meera watches him from the front step. "This is your fault, Sansa! Making me set up a stand, like I'm some lady selling doilies at a craft fair," He curses when the whole thing folds up on top of him.

"Good morning to you too, Uncle Ben," she rolls her eyes. "Where is Robb? He can get you bags of sand to anchor the tent. And don't knock doilies. There are entire rooms at the Met devoted to Myrish Lace alone. You can poke fun at craft fairs once even one of your pieces is on display at a similarly storied institution. Until then, you better get comfortable setting up this tent because I have three holiday craft markets lined up for you this season."

"You're just supposed to be sprucing up my website, not taking over the business! And don't get me started on your brother. I haven't had my morning caffeine fix yet because he disappeared on a coffee run ages ago. How long does it take to pour a bloody cup of coffee? If Jon Snow is holding up my joe with some pumpkin spice, whipped cream nonsense-"

On cue, Mr. paparazzo himself, appears in the doorway and before Sansa can land on an emotion, he's lifting the box from her arms with a gruff "G'morning Sansa," and then he's back in the shop, leaving her empty-handed and a bit empty-headed.

"He looks like he needs caffeine more than you," she remarks at last, meeting eyes with her uncle.

Meera sniggers. "You think? He looks like he spent the night sleeping under a car." Sansa wouldn't go that far, but it was hard to miss the circles under his eyes or how pale and papery his skin looked in the cold morning light.

"Give the kid a break. They played their first show last night, didn't they? If he's a bit wrung out this morning, that just means he's doing it right." Benjen jumps to Jon's defense.

"Well then, he's been doing it right every weekend. He's looked like this every morning since he started at the store," Meera says, heading back inside to supervise since Robb is still M.I.A. Sansa thinks about Ygritte's Instagram feed with its late night cigarettes and coffee at the diner and regular parties in what looks like someone's grungy basement. So, Jon works hard and plays hard. It's not entirely shocking. It niggles at her though; how tired he looks and how he doesn't talk about partying when he's at Winterfell. Her other friends are always eager to share their weekend escapades, but when Sansa asked how his party went when his Mom was out of town, Jon just gave her a noncommittal shrug and told her it was fine.

That's because you aren't really friends. She turns, more than ready to join her mom at the bake sale, when Robb comes skipping across the street with a drink carrier in hand. "Sansa! Just the girl I'm looking for." Her brother is as chipper as ever, seemingly inured to whatever effects from last night's show have taken the wind from Jon Snow's sails. "Can you help with the window display? Mom told me to spiff it up for the festival, but you've got a better eye for that kind of thing."

"Oh, sure. Skip out of work for an hour to flirt with some barista and then come back at the last minute to coerce your sister into doing your job?" Benjen barks and Robb's face turns scarlet.

"I… uh, what? No… I wasn't flirting…"

"Aren't you doing the same thing to me, Uncle Ben?" Sansa retorts, saving her brother from his bumbling. She makes a note to stop by the coffee shop and find out who this barista is. Uncle Benjen may be onto something. "Come on Robb, give Uncle Benji his coffee and I'll spare a few minutes for a consultation."

Inside, Bran and Meera are balancing tiny pumpkins on their heads as they wind through the aisles, trying to trip each other up. Jon Snow is leaning against the paint counter, looking ragged. She fights the urge to ask him if he's okay, opting instead to tip over Bran's pumpkin and herd him over to the window display. "Here, help me before Mom walks by and turns Robb into the headless horseman." They distribute the gourds in artfully artless piles throughout the window, as Jon and Robb hang a paint chip mobile over their heads; the autumnal pièce de résistance that Sansa spent hours making last year.

"Sans, I wish you could have been there last night. It was amazing," Robb excitedly recounts the band's show, "Jon was on fire, and apparently some promoters from White Harbor were there and Satin thinks he can book us some shows at North State! Isn't that great?"

"Yeah, though, won't that be hard with swimming?" She doesn't want to rain on Robb's parade, but maybe Arya is right. She is a killjoy.

"I have a meet in White Harbor next month. Maybe we can book a few gigs around it. What do you think, Jon? You up for a weekend road trip?"

"Uh.." Jon scratches at his neck, blearily. "I mean, that's a long drive to do late at night."

"Don't worry, we'll get a hotel for the weekend!"

"I don't know-"

The bell jingles at the door, and before Meera can scramble off the counter where she's been reading a comic, Catelyn is inside, gazing around the space, looking deeply unimpressed.

"Mom, uh, we were just finishing up with the decorations." Robb wobbles on the ladder in terror, unable to hook the last end of the mobile in place, and Bran ducks behind a pile of pumpkins, trying to hide his glee.

"Robb, you should have opened the store fifteen minutes ago. How are you just now finishing the decorations?"

“Well, the gourds only just arrived-” Robb starts, lamely.

“Never mind,” their mom sweeps through the space, picking up the boxes still out from stocking, tidying the candy by the register, before turning one last critical eye on her teenage employees. Jon cups his neck as he holds the ladder with his other hand. Robb scrambles down, having finally managed to hang the mobile correctly, rushing forward to grab the empty boxes from his mother. “Cersei Lannister is going to be here any minute. Get this garbage to the back. Meera, flip the sign and Jon, take the ladder back and...splash some water on your face or something. You look like death, warmed over. Jory is coming around ten, if you need to take the afternoon off.”

Jon’s ears turn pink as he folds up the ladder beside Sansa, and she looks out the window, mortified. “Sorry Mrs. Stark, but that’s not necessary” he begins, but Catelyn is already walking back to the office with a tired wave.

“I said it was a lot of hours you were taking on between school, the lumberyard and this. Just make sure you are fitting sleep in or you’ll make yourself sick, dear.”

#i just think i'll scream #jonsa fic #jon x sansa au #for k #happy birthday #wip excerpt

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abloomntime · 3 years ago

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A Bloom In Time Ch 20 Starella

Poppy was exhausted.

All the hard working running around crawling through tunnels and cleaning everything even with help was hard. Didn't help that she also had to fix a hole in the attic. Luckily for her Hattie did have some nails and a hammer, so fixing it took at most seven minutes tops. But she still was feeling really exhausted. So she grabbed one of those adult sized dresses from the wardrobe which to be honest, she didn't find attractive at all. Both were a dark blue color with white laced collars and sleeves, studded with a row of obvious fake rubies. But hey. She needed something to wear if Snatcher was offering to repair her old blue one. So after a quick dip in the bathtub and brush of her teeth she returned wearing the gaudy thing and her old dress folded neatly to be handed to him. He sorta stared at her for a moment with her long slightly wet hair clinging to her and the strange dress she wore. But she didn't say anything other than what sounded as a mumbled thanks before taking the dress and a moment later disappearing in that cloudy mist of purple without a good bye. She supposed with all those letters cuz they weren't there after he disappeared. She was SO tired. She swore she could drop to the carpet right now and sleep for another thousand years or more.

Poppy yawned loudly and stretched out her back which popped, but didn't get much time to relax before a few tugs came from her dress and she looked down with a hum to meet the eyes of the children smiling up at her. "Yes?"

"Can you please read us a bed time story?," Bow asked politely smiling up at her. "Snatcher said our reward for helping was any story we wanted!"

"And I....*yaaaawn* suppose he told you I'd read it huh?" Both nodded and she sighed reaching a hand up to rub her face. "Oh, alright. G-Go take a bath and brush up. I-I'll meet ya'll there."

Honestly she was expecting a hallway to a child's bedroom to be less...I don't know...intimidating? But the dark purple carpet with black vines woven into them was something that sent a shiver down her spine. It was so spooky, but she bit her tongue and made it to her destination. All she remembered was flopping face first into the pillow pile and closing her eyes for just a moment to relax before those youngins came back a looking for her and demanding their story. Which is exactly what happened. She guessed she must've dozed off because she was violently shook back awake with a snort from her and she tiredly blinked those tired eyes open to two little smiling girls, dressed in star and cat printed pjs, and Hattie holding a book in her hands.

"Storytime!," Hattie loudly shouted and shoved the book at her in excitement.

Poppy blinked at it tiredly for a moment before sighing and picking up the book. "A-Alright. *YYAAWWWWNNN* Y-You two go get in bed and I'll Just..b-be there in a sec." She yawned loudly again as the two scrambled for the giant bed as she got up and walked over to it. Plopping herself down at the end of it and looking at them. The bed was big enough for three adults so there was easily enough room for the both of them there snuggled down in the blanket surrounded by toys. Smiling and eargerly awaiting for the reward Snatcher had promised them. Well she couldn't just not give them a story. With a yawn she turned to the book in her hands and blinked at the title. A single orange-red silhouette of a woman stood on the cover. "Starella?"

Hattie nodded. "Yeah! DJ Grooves gave it to us. He said it's the most popular story right now! We really like it! Please read it!"

Poppy gave a small smile and a smaller yawn. "Alright. Just settle down now." Turning her blue tired eyes back to the cover she sighed and read outloud. "Starella. Written by Pen Gwen. Illustrated by Sunny Shine." Opening the cover she saw the same Orange-red shadow of the woman on the cover next to a larger man's silhouette of the same color. Both were standing in front of a large mansion and pretty landscape. "O-Once upon a time far away in the milky way galaxy, there lived a kind man and his daughter. The man was a very wealthy business man and his daughter was one of the most magnificent people of heart and beauty in the land. With a firey passion and flare like fire, and kindness that shone brighter than the very sun. Because of such bright straits people often referred to her as a star among the people. So she was named, Starella." She turned to the next page and it had the same two orange-red people but this time with two other silhouettes of two women wearing dresses. The taller green person was holding hands with the orange man inside what looked to be a princess's library. "One day Starella's father fell in love with a beautiful widow who had a daughter close to Starella's age. But the woman's beauty hid a cruel heart of greed that would ultimately reveal itself-" Poppy jumped when Hattie suddenly blew a raspberry at the picture and Poppy blinked at her. "Now what was that all about? I thought I was reading this here story pretty well."

Hattie huffed and crossed her arms pouting. "Those pecknecks need to get lost."

"Hey!" Poppy pointed at her. "Watch your language young lady! One more curse outta you and I'm going to stop right here."

Bow scowled and nudged Hattie who groaned. "Fine. I'm sorry."

Poppy nodded. "That's better. Now don't let me here either of ya say that again." She turned back to the book and turned the page. It showed Starella, who she had now come to know as the female orange-red silhouette, staring out the window at a horse drawn carriage leaving the home. "One day her father's rich work came to a point where he had to leave for a year long business trip and left poor Starella in the care of her Stepmother, which is where the trouble began." She flipped the page again and it showed Starella washing dishes and mopping floors as the green stepmother stood in the doorway pointing. "Starella's Stepmother and stepsister were cruel to her. Taking away all her fine clothing and treasures and making her dress and work as a maid in her own home. Despite this she never lost that shiny kindness she was named for." Turning the page she got a whole new bunch of settings. A beautiful green landscape, a good sized town, and a giant castle. "One day the Prince of the land had finally become eligible to be married and his parents wanted nothing more than to know he found the right soul mate for him. So one day one of his fathers asked his son a question."

She turned the page again and paused. On the next page was two silhouettes of two men wearing crowns and sitting in thrones. One man a light blue and the other a dark red. Before them stood a young dark blue silhouette of a young man with his hair in a ponytail standing before them in some grand ball room. Wow. The artist really knew their stuff drawing all these details in didn't they?

" 'My son,' one of the Kings asked their son.," Poppy continued to read. " 'Your father and I are growing more old in age and one day you shall take responsibility over the kingdom and all who live in it. We must know, have you picked who will rule by your side?' The prince sadly hung his head before his two fathers and replied, 'Alas for I have not. For no one has caught my attention and no one has wanted anything more to do with me than my throne. I wish to meet someone I can love as much as they truly love me in return, but no one I have ever met had showed me such a thing.' " Poppy blinked in slight awe and turned the page as she focused more on the story. It had the same scene only the red king had stood up and was now pointing at the dark blue prince. " 'I have a grand idea!', the king yelled for all to hear, 'One that shall solve this problem. We shall invite all the eligible people in the land no matter commoner or noble. From them you can choose who you shall wed!'" Poppy turned the next page and it showed a yellow silhouette man handing out letters to other men and women silhouettes of various colors and shades. "The prince happily agreed. So a message was sent out to every young eligible man and woman no matter commoner or wealthy noble." She turned the next page and she saw the same yellow messenger standing in front of the doorway holding out a letter to the green stepmother.

"Poppy?" She hummed and looked up to Hattie who gave a tiny yawn before asking, "What does eligible mean?"

"Oh. I-I *YAWN* means you're able to be able to do something. L-Like how we're all eligible to sleep." The little girl responded with an 'Oh' and the red head looked back to the book. "One day a letter arrived at Starella's home. Offically inviting Starella and her step sister to the grand ball." She turned with a yawn to the next page which had both the step mother and stepsister's figures glaring down Starella. " The Stepmother and Stepsister were overjoyed. 'This is your chance!,' the Stepmother said to her daughter, 'You are the most beautiful young lady in the land! You must make the prince fall in love with you and you shall become the queen! Then we shall both live the rest of our lives in peace.' Starella politely asked if she could go but the stepmother ignored her in favor of showering her own daughter in praise and telling her what needed to be done for their goal." Poppy yawned again loudly as she turned the next page. Shaking her head and looking at the next page which showed the same scene from before but this time Starella was glaring back instead of her face turned down. "Days passed and the day of the ball came to be. Defying her Stepmother's wishes she stole back one of her fancy dresses and said to her stepmother, "I don't care what you say anymore. I will be going to the ball and my father shall hear of your ways.' With that Starella marched up the stairs to get herself ready for the ball that night. Enraged by Starella's actions the stepmother and stepsister decided to seek revenge."

Poppy again turned the page and it showed the mansion at night time and a carraige being driven away from the house, Starella was looking out one of the windows. Night time....sounded like a great time to get some well deserved sleep. Her tired body ached and she yawned again, those eyes slowly closing ....closer....closer.... She yelped when something made the bed move a bit and looking over found it was Hattie looking tired but pouting.

"C'mon. What happened next?"

"Huh...OH! RIGHT!!" Blue tired eyes looked back to the page. "Without Starella knowing the carriage to take them to the ball arrived. As quickly and quietly as mice, the two slipped away and made off into the night. By the time Starella noticed, it was too late." She turned the page and it showed Starella in a flowing dress on the kitchen floor in a crying pose. "Distraught. Starella sat by the kitchen fire to warm herself and weep her sorrows away. 'Do not be said', cried a woman's voice." Turning another page, it showed Starella gazing up at the kitchen window where a white duck was perched. "Startled, Starella turned her face up towards the sound of the voice and saw a tiny duck perched in her window. 'Who are you?," Starella asked. 'I am the great Mother Goose.,' the duck replied, 'Do not weep. Dry those tears. You saved me when those two wicked women wanted to fry me for dinner, and now I shall repay your kindness in full. Bring me one chess knight that's snow white, a nutcracker, and one apple from the pantry. Now hurry. We haven't got much time.'" She turned the next page and it showed Starella holding a bright red apple and the white horse piece from a chess board game outside. " She....*YYYYAAAAWWWNNN* quickly did as the duck asked and brought what she needed. 'Lay them upon the ground and stand aside,' the duck said. Starella quickly did as she was told as the duck waved her wing over the items. "

"Poppy?"

"Yes?"

"*yawn* W-What's a chess knight?"

"It's the little pieces of the game chess that look like ponies," she replied before turning another page tiredly and there was a pretty sight. A beautiful red carriage with the door held open by a handsome man in a suit, and the most beautiful white horse at the front. "Before her very eyes the items turned into a magnificent couch with a horse and driver to navigate it. As Starella climbed into the couch, Mother Goose perched upon the door to give one final warning. 'I hope you find the happiness you seek, but remember this,' she warned, 'You must leave by Midnight for that is when my magic will fade away and you shall be stranded.' Starella promised the Mother Goose she'd remember the warning and bid the goose good bye as it flew into the sky, and the couch slowly made it way towards the castle." Turning to the next page it showed the castle and the steps leading up to the grand entrance and sitting on the stairs gracefully was the dark blue prince. "Unknownst to her the prince was awaiting within the entrance to the grand castle, tired from the large gathering of crowded people inside and not having the desire to having others and so many seeking him out at once. But suddenly he saw the most unusual sight." Turning the page again, it showed the red apple couch pull up to the castle steps. "The most radiant of red couches he had ever seen appeared pulled by the most purest of white horses. Surely this must've been someone important. As Starella emerged from the couch, the prince was entranced by her beauty as she stepped towards him." Another page turn, reveling the two figures looking at each other on the stairs. "Taken by her stunning beauty, the prince stood to greet the fair maiden and welcome her to the castle. Moved by the handsome strangest politeness she asked what he was doing out here all alone, and he replied, 'It is because it became too crowded for my liking. I wished to come out here and take a break and talk to someone. But you look new around to the castle. My I offer to show you around the castle?' Starella agreed and took the arm the man offered her. Leading her into the castle above."

Poppy took a moment after turning the next page to turn to look over at the Girls. Hattie was snoring away flopped back against the pillow. But Bow was still wide awake, smiling at her and pointing to the book. Where it showed the duo standing in the middle of a very crowded room filled with other colorful silhouettes.

"Next page please."

Poppy smiled and figured she might as well finish the book for the one who was still awake. "Well...Starella and the prince spent the entire ball together sharing each other's interests and experiences, getting along so very lovely enraptured by each others' personalities. As time went on Starella forgot all about Mother Goose's warnings as they talked, laughed, and danced the night away. But that all changed in a blink of an eye." The next page beheld Starella running away from the prince who had his arm outstretched out for her and a giant clock tower shone from behind them with the face reading midnight. "The clock struck midnight and everything the Mother Goose had ever said came rushing back to her. In an instant full of dread, Starella fled from the Prince and to the exit but it was too late. The couch had transformed back into an apple. The horse to a chess knight. And the handsome couchman back into the nutcracker. Having no other choice, Starella fled down the road into the night back towards her home." New page, new scene of the prince in the middle of the crowd with everyone looking at him. "Determined the prince announced that same night that he would love nothing more than to again meet this mystery lady and he was determined to meet her again." Another page showing the stepmother and stepdaughter home glaring at Starella again. "Because the castle was so crowded Starella's Stepmother and Stepsister had not seen her at all, and so paid no attention to her upon arriving home. Only caring about the Prince's proclaim." New page showed the prince riding through town on a beautiful white horse through town. "For days the prince searched far and white for the maiden with bright kindness and hair that shown brighter than any star. No one could tell him who this mysterious maiden was and he was beginning to lose hope when he finally reached the home of Starella and her step family. Where he finally found what he seeked." Turning the page it showed the prince kneeling, face pointed towards the floor, and holding her hand the green figures of the stepfamily behind them. " 'At last I have found you,' he said with glee, 'Starella, I have searched far and wide because before no one had ever showed me the kindess you have. With your p-permission..*YAAAAWWN* I-I would love nothing more than to learn more about you.' "

Poppy didn't notice but Bow had already long since laid down to sleep as well, but she kept going reading the story to it's end as her own body was slowly falling into the same spell of sleep they had by the Sandman. The next page showed Starella's father pointing outside standing in the doorway pointing as the Stepmother and Stepdaughter fled.

"Starella happily agreed and her father returned. Upon hearing what her Stepmother and Stepsister had done while he was away, he banished them from his home never to return again." She turned to the last page where it showed a very elaborate wedding and the Prince and Starella being the ones to be wed. "After a few years of letting their love and fondness for each other grow, Starella and the prince were finally married. The End."

The book was slowly closed by the red head along with her eyes and with another loud yawn, sleep had finally claimed the last lady there. All three sleeping peacefully until the morning had come.

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mercurryblack · 4 years ago

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Chapter 11: Cait (Part 2)

You ever get the feeling that something just isn't right?

Good. It’s not.

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“Man… it’s already midnight.” Cait said, checking their Scroll. “Are we sure there’s anything here?”

The four of them stood in the atrium of the dilapidated apartment block. Cobwebs smeared each corner and laced the demolished reception desk, the carpeted floor smothered in a thick layer of dust. The wooden door lay lopsided off its hinges, and large chunks of the wall had been completely broken out, letting in a chill breeze from the outside. Aside from the flashlights that Yuen and Sardion held, only a few slivers of moonlight illuminated the room, the electric lights having ceased working long ago.

“We only just got here, kid,” Sardion said, raising an eyebrow as he fanned a piece of cobweb from his hand. “You did say you were up for this, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah, I’d just rather not have Professor Rook bawl me out for a late paper because I went on a wild goose chase.” Cait replied, scratching their brow.

“I’m sure that won’t happen,” Hattie said. “Professor Lionheart gave us the go-ahead for this case already, so I’m pretty sure that also covers any homework due.”

She paused, thinking to herself for a second. “Wait, was that why you were acting so jittery on the airship?”

“Not exactly.” Cait said, trying to avoid Hattie’s question.

“…Wait.” Yuen, having gone on ahead of them, had stopped in her tracks and was pointing just in front of where she stood. “Look right there.”

Cait, Hattie, and Sardion looked to where she was pointing. Leading up to the stairwell were faint footprints in the coating of dust on the carpet — freshly made.

“Huh. Ask and you shall receive…” Sardion mused under his breath, drawing his weapon, a handgun with a short blade attachment he had christened Joyeuse. “You think we’re not alone, Detective?”

“I don’t know yet.” Yuen replied. “Just do as I said back outside and keep your heads up.”

A few minutes later, the four of them had made their way five stories to the top floor and reached the end of the trail— the center of an outdoor patio. The railing around the edge was unfinished and broken, and what appeared to be a shallow rooftop pool was drained and coated with moss and mold. A fog cloud that was thick as gravy had begun to ominously drift across the rooftop just as they had exited the stairwell, obscuring most of their vision.

“Hey, are there any murderers up here?!” Hattie called out, attempting to wave some of the fog away with her free hand. “Yoo-hoo, anybody home?”

The other three gave her an odd look.

“…What exactly are you doing, Hattie?” Cait asked.

“I can’t see a thing up here!” Hattie said. “Maybe if I get their attention, they’ll just come out and spare us all the trouble.”

Cait groaned. “You think that perhaps they’ll be more trouble if they put up a fight?!”

“No biggie!” Hattie said with a shrug. “Sardion’s got a gun, Agave’s got a shotgun, you have your flails that… aren’t guns, and I’m packing a submachine gun that turns into a buzzsaw.”

“Gee, I feel safer already.” Cait said.

“I know, right?!” Hattie said, missing the sarcasm in Cait’s tone. “You’ve got nothing to worry about!”

“Enough,” Yuen interjected. “Back to business… this was the only way the trail led. If anyone’s here, then this is the only place that they could be—”

“Pussycat, pussycat… where have you been?” a voice echoed from within the veil of fog.

Yuen jolted, whipping around. Hattie jumped up with a yelp.

Cait did not utter a sound, but instead immediately froze in place.

“Who’s there?!” Sardion shouted as he raised Joyeuse, its barrel pointed into the thickest part of the fog bank ahead of them.

“I spy, with my little eye, a scaredy-cat who wants to cry…” another voice crooned.

“Cait?” Hattie asked, noticing her partner’s petrified look. “Cait, what’s going on with you?” She asked urgently, shaking them slightly by the arm.

“I—I— I know that voice…” Cait whispered to Hattie, suddenly turning to face her. “We need to get out of here.”

“What do you mean, ‘you know that voice’…?” Hattie said. “Sardion? Detective? I—”

“I’ll burn and cripple you…”��the first voice echoed.

Sardion squinted, keeping his weapon levelled as he tried to see where the voices were coming from.

“I’ll slash and hack you…” sang the second voice.

Yuen took in a shaky breath, holding her shotgun steady, a bead of sweat rolling down her brow.

“I’ll rip and tear you to bloody ribbons and scatter you to the four winds…” the voices chanted in unison.

Hattie clutched Cait’s arm in a one-handed death grasp, her eyes darting wildly as she gripped her weapon - fixed in its submachine gun form - in her other hand.

A sudden gust of wind struck them head-on, and the fog parted along with it.

Just ahead of them stood two women — one in a black-and-violet suit, the other wearing what appeared to be a cloak of feathers, their metallic surfaces shimmering in the light of the shattered moon.

The suited woman gave them a smile devoid of warmth, her scarred lips parting to reveal a set of ceramic teeth. “There you are, Cait… now, be good and come over here. It’s time for you to go home.”

Cait didn’t respond.

“Who the hell are you two?” Sardion demanded, now aiming Joyeuse at the woman in the suit. “What do you want from us?”

“Oh, not that much, really,” the suited woman said. “We just want our little one back, so if you don’t put up a fight, we’ll try and make your deaths quick.” She chuckled darkly. “As for who we are… well, I’m sure you can deliver the introductions, won’t you though, Cait?”

“…How did you find me?” Cait hissed.

“Oh, come on. Is that how you greet your big sisters?” the woman with the metal-feather cloak said. “We haven’t seen each other for… it must be three years now?”

“You’re not my sisters. You never were, Nest,” Cait snarled. “Same goes for you, Moira.”

“Wait— sisters?” a wide-eyed Hattie asked.

“You couldn’t even pretend you missed us a little bit?” Moira asked, ignoring Hattie’s question. “We’d just about given up on our efforts to find you. If you hadn’t ran off like you did, we wouldn’t even need to have this conversation.”

“Cait, who are these people?” Hattie asked again, trying to get her partner’s attention to no avail.

Nest nodded to Sardion. “If you’d stayed, you could have helped us kill his teammates… aw, what were their names again? Yuzuki and Berto?”

“Yaara… and Berilo.” Sardion uttered, momentarily stunned by the woman’s revelation.

“You— you’re the ones that killed them?” Yuen asked tentatively.

“Oh, yeah. Nothing personal,” Nest said with a shrug. “They were just a couple of loose ends, like you are now.”

The feeling of shock and shred of fear in Sardion’s heart burned away, consumed by a rapidly kindling rage. “You… fucking… animals…”

“Oh, there we go.” Moira said. “Now that we’re all acquainted, why don’t we just get this over with? We’re on the clock.”

Sardion wordlessly released the safety on his weapon with a snap, and the Lightning Dust crystal embedded in the slide’s side glowed to life.

“No, wait, don’t shoot—!” Cait shouted, but they were too late.

Sardion fired, a single shot directly at Moira’s forehead. The muzzle of Joyeuse burst with a sound like a thunderclap, a bolt of lightning encasing a single tungsten bullet as it erupted from the barrel.

The bullet was a foot away from Moira’s head when it came to a complete stop. From the point of impact, a shattering effect appeared in the air itself, as if a giant pane of glass had halted the projectile.

“Nice try,” she smirked, as the shatter marks faded and the bullet dropped to the ground.

“What the hell was that?” Sardion breathed.

“I tried to tell you!” Cait said. “Her Semblance lets her create invisible barriers— nothing can get through them, even Dust!”

“Aw, don’t ruin the surprise.” Nest said, unfolding her wings from around her. “Let the big strong champion figure it out for himself. Hope he hasn’t been resting on his laurels… I want to have some fun before we leave.”

“Doesn’t seem like you have a barrier.” Yuen said, raising her shotgun at Nest.

“Nope.” Nest said. “I got these, though.”

She flicked the tip of her left wing, and a feather-shaped blade shot out in a flash of steel, slashing deep across Yuen’s leg in the blink of an eye.

“AAGH!” Yuen cried, sprawling, her shotgun clattering out of her grip.

“Detective—!” Hattie shouted, losing her focus.

“Damn, missed.” Nest said with a laugh. ““Didn’t see that one coming, did you? You’re next, bluey.” With a shrill grind of metal against metal, she dove for Hattie, seizing her by the collar and taking flight off of the roof.

She made it all of three feet away from the roof before she suddenly was yanked to one side, her leg caught by something. Looking down, she saw the head of a flail wrapped around her ankle, Cait holding on to the other end for dear life.

“You interfering little— get off of me!” Nest yelled.

“You’re not getting away with her!” Cait yelled back.

“You great big stupid buzzard…!” With her opponent’s attention on Cait, Hattie seized the opportunity to bash Nest square in the head with the butt of her gun. “Lemme go!”

Dazed by the strike, Nest fumbled and crashed on a lower rooftop, losing her grip on Hattie, who landed in a roll. Cait landed on their side, coughing as they kicked up dirt and dust.

“Fine.” Nest spat, pulling herself up. “Hard way it is, then.”

“C’mon.” Hattie said, helping Cait to their feet. “You ready for this?”

“We don’t have a choice.” Cait replied shakily. “Just stay alive.”

***

Sardion fired several more times at Moira as she advanced on him, but each and every bullet merely stopped short of hitting her, caught by the barrier in front of her.

“Look at you, thinking you’re so heroic.” Moira spat. “Where were you on the night my sister and I were tearing apart your dear old friends, big man? Where are you going to be when my sister tears that little girl limb from limb? Why didn’t you save any of them? You were a Vytal Champion, a paragon of a Huntsman, Sardion Sarikaya… so why are your teammates dead?”

“SHUT UP!” Sardion roared, blood pounding louder in his ears as his anger grew hotter.

“What was your Semblance… superhuman futility?” Moira’s smile widened, her tongue flicking in serpentine anticipation. “Don’t you think it’s past time to join them? A little reunion would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

“SHUT UP!” Sardion fired once more at her, the bullet freezing without landing. Again, cracks appeared in the air where the bullet had struck.

“That’s starting to get really annoying.” he growled.

“Oh, how rude of me.” Moira said. “Let’s finish this up, then.”

Sardion didn’t respond, only pulling the trigger again, futilely hoping that the next shot would make its mark.

Click.

He managed a glance at his weapon— not only was he out of ammunition, but the Lightning Dust crystal had been depleted. “Damn!” he cursed.

“Oh, I know that sound… got you!” Moira exclaimed, leaping into a lunge. Her prosthetic tongue shot out of her mouth as she closed the distance to Sardion, and before he had time to properly react, it had snared around his upper arm. Polymer barbs dug into his jacket, and she landed with her shins into his torso, knocking him to the ground.

“Guh-huhff-get the hell off of me!” He made to cut her away with the short blade on Joyeuse’s underbarrel, but she lashed out and seized him by the wrists, pinning his arms down with great effort.

“Uh-uh-uh, thon’t thrath about like that.” Moira lisped, her mouth still open. “Thith ith the good th’part.” With a hiss, she activated the artificial glands in her mouth, and acid erupted from the barbs on her tongue.

The fluid burnt through both Sardion’s jacket and his Aura in a split second before sinking into his skin, making its way through his flesh and bone alike.

Sardion wasn’t sure how he responded in that moment, but he wouldn’t have blamed himself if he had recalled screaming. The pain was like a thousand red-hot needles being driven into his shoulder, worse than any other he had ever felt in his life.

“Th’ere.” Moira leered over him, her sadistic smile growing wider as she strained to hold his arms back. “Ju’th th’give up a—”

BLAM.

A heavyweight slug nailed Moira square in the back. Her Aura flared for a moment, barely stopping them from breaking her skin. With a hiss of pain, Moira tore her attention from Sardion to see who had shot her. Her grip on Sardion went slack, her tongue unraveling itself from his shoulder as it retracted back into her mouth.

“Sardion!”

Leaning down in the pool basin behind the assassin, Yuen lowered her shotgun, her other hand pressed to her leg wound. “Finish it!” she shouted over her shoulder, wincing with exertion. Blood trickled out from between her fingers.

Moira turned back just in time to see Sardion levelling his weapon directly at her head.

“Go ahead.” she sneered. “I’ve still got enough Aura to take another bullet. Call it a parting gift for effort.”

“You wanted to know *hkk* what my Semblance was?” Sardion gasped through the pain. “Whatever I’m touching… can permeate anything.”

He pulled the trigger of Joyeuse. No bullet came from the muzzle, though— instead, the barrel of the gun snapped apart and folded into a guard, and the underbarrel blade extended into one of a full longsword.

The blade itself went directly through Moira’s barrier, through her forehead and out the back of her skull.

“Unkk--!”

Letting go of his weapon’s hilt, Sardion shoved her corpse off of himself and quickly shifted away. Acid began to leak from the corner of her mouth onto the ground, frothing and hissing as it melted through the concrete.

With no small amount of effort, he craned his neck to face Moira one more time, looking into her clouded and glazed eyes, half her visage now slick with blood as it leaked from around the still-embedded sword blade.

“That was…” he growled, “for my teammates.”

***

BLAM.

“Wha—?” Nest looked over her shoulder, caught off guard by the sound of the shotgun fire. “Don’t tell me the detective’s still kicking…”

“You should know never to take your eyes off your opponent!” Hattie yelled at her assailant, firing a burst of three bullets at her.

“And you should know better than to think you’ve got a chance, lolita.” Nest taunted, raising a metal to block the girl’s spray of bullets.

“Hattie, don’t drag this out!” Cait called, as they swung Entwined Catenary at Nest, who ducked the blow. “Come on, Nest, I’m the one that you want!”

“Don’t give up, Cait!” Hattie shouted. “We can beat her if we work together!”

“No, we can’t!” Cait shouted back. “The only reason we’ve lasted this long is because she’s just toying with us!”

“Listen to your friend there, girl.” Nest chuckled darkly, blocking another spray of bullets. “Honestly, of all the things, I would have never figured you for a Huntsman. You always gave in too easy, after all… you never stood by your own blood.”

“You’re not my blood.” Cait retorted. “And I made my choice. I’m not going back.”

Nest scoffed. “You brought this on yourself, you know. You just couldn’t do as you were told, just had to go your own way. If you’d stuck by your sisters, we could’ve really made something out of you.”

“What, turn me into a murderer like you?” Cait spat back, trying to land another strike with Entwined Catenary. “You’re insane.”

“Aw, I’m a murderer!” Nest laughed, knocking the head of Cait’s flail away with one wing. “I'm so happy you’ve been paying attention! I suppose now you’ll start crying when I rip apart your partner here, huh? Look how soft these “friends” of yours made you.”

“No.” Cait snarled. “There’s no way you’re hurting her.”

“Well, there’s the problem. I am gonna kill someone tonight, and it can’t be you.” Nest said. “News flash, Cait. You can go ahead and run away from your birthright as many times as you like, but it’s always gonna catch up to you. And when it does, it’ll destroy everything that’s standing in the way.”

Cait’s eyes narrowed, their Aura flickering around their hand. “Yeah, well… if I can’t outrun it, then I’ll kill it.”

Their Aura shimmered for a moment, an emerald pattern across their entire form as their eyes began to glow with an unearthly light.

“Cute. But too slow.” Nest bared her teeth, spreading her wings to their full span. “See if you can’t outrun this, either.”

Cait’s flare of Aura fizzled out the second they saw Nest’s stance.

“HATTIE, GET DOWN!” they shouted.

Just as Hattie threw herself to the ground, Nest launched into the air in a spinning fusillade of feather blades, the tips of her wings erupting as she ascended.

Part of the spray struck Cait head-on, knocking them over the edge of the roof. They hit the ground hard, feeling the wind being knocked out of them. Gasping for air and dizzy with pain, they looked up to see Hattie hop down from the roof and onto a moulded overhang, lowering herself to the ground and running over to them.

“No…” she gasped. “Cait, you have to get up, please…” Before she could help them to their feet, Nest landed a few meters away.

“Shit, don’t tell me I killed them.” Nest said, feigning concern. “You still kicking, kitty-cat?”

Cait loudly wheezed in a breath, drawing air back into their lungs.

“Phew.” Nest sighed, before turning to Hattie. “I guess it’s just you and me now.”

“Hattie…” Cait groaned. “Run…”

Every inch of her body quaking in terror, Hattie stood her ground, standing over Cait as she raised her weapon at Nest.

Nest grinned. “Good girl.” Before she could attack, though, a loud crash from the side caught all their attentions, something having fallen off the apartment’s roof above them.

“That yours, Moira?” she called out to the roof as she turned. “Don’t startle me like—” The color drained from her face as she laid eyes upon Moira’s body lying in the rubble, and she lost all interest in Cait and Hattie.

“NO!!” she screamed, her eyes wide with shock. “How… how…”

“Didn’t see that one coming… did you?” Cait coughed, repeating Nest’s words as they pulled themself onto one elbow.

“You… have no idea what you’ve… YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS!” Nest screamed once more, clutching Moira’s body close as she once again took flight— this time, however, away from the two students and the apartment.

“That’s right, you PUSSY! RUN!” Cait shouted after Nest as she fled, their voice nearly cracking with strain as her silhouette disappeared into the night sky. “AND YOU CAN TELL DAD I’M NEVER GOING BACK, EVER!” They tried to rise to their feet but fell to their knees, the rush of adrenaline fading to be replaced by exhaustion.

“Cait…” Hattie said, kneeling down beside them. “Y- you’re— you’re bleeding!”

Cait winced as she laid a hand on their shoulder. Several of the wing-blades had penetrated their Aura and resulted in shallow cuts, while the fall they had taken felt like it had broken a couple of their ribs.

“Yeah, I’m kinda feeling it now.” they said half-jokingly. “I’ll live, though.”

Hattie didn’t respond.

“Hattie…?” Looking up, Cait noticed that tears were beginning to stream through the grime on her face. “Hey, hey… why’re you crying?”

“I should’ve been able to protect you, Cait.” Hattie choked, her voice weakened. “I told you not to worry, but… I couldn’t do anything against her.”

Cait shook their head. “No. Don’t blame yourself, Hattie, you could have been— she was going to kill you. You should have run… why didn’t you?”

“I wasn’t going to leave you behind.” Hattie sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her glove. “You’re my partner. And you’re still hurt.”

“I’m gonna be fine, it’s nothing too bad,” Cait reassured her, placing a hand on her back. “I just hope the guys upstairs are better off. I don’t want to have to be the one who’s gotta fly the sailship out of this dump.”

***

“Well… I guess *h-huuuhh* that’s a lead after all…” Sardion murmured to himself, his voice thready and weak.

Gingerly clutching her leg, Yuen poked her head over the rim of the empty pool, where the two had taken emergency cover from Nest. “Hey, Sardion, stay awake. Stay with me, I can still get you help.” she said, her tone hurried with concern. “There’s a med kit on the ship, we just need to make it that far. I’ll get the kids, just stay here—”

“Ahh… *huuuhh*… it’s nothing. Hurts pretty bad… but worst comes to worst… *nnnuuuhh*… I’ll just have to learn to make do with ol’ righty… heh.” Sardion replied, managing a pained grin.

“This isn’t the time to joke.” Yuen said urgently, removing her jacket before tearing it into a makeshift tourniquet. “That arm’s barely attached, and you’re bleeding like a stuck Boarbatusk. You need serious medical attention, and fast.”

“Well, you did say… *huuuhh*… I should stay optimistic.” Sardion said. “And here I am… being optimistic.”

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nelllraiser · 4 years ago

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catakitrophe | bex & nell

LOCATION: the vural residence PARTIES: @inbextween & @nelllraiser. SUMMARY: bex arrives to meet nell for ice cream. nell has other plans. CONTAINS: domestic abuse (mention)

Nell, though pushy, was an easy person to get along with. Bex had never imagined she’d make friends with someone who witnessed her destroying-- well, not her, but close enough-- school property, but Nell hadn’t seemed to mind. And she hadn’t told anyone, so that was really good enough for Bex at the moment. She couldn’t deny she was lonely. Her parents tried to control every aspect of her life, including which friends she socialized with, but this somehow felt like something they couldn’t, something they didn’t know about, and Bex liked that idea. She could remember all the times she’s snuck out of the house a teenager, unlocking her locked window, and scaling down two stories. Her knees had always been scraped and bruised, but her parents dismissed it because she “had always been a clumsy child”. And she’d been happy enough to let them believe that.

There were plenty of things Bex was happy to let her parents believe that weren’t true, but having something completely secret was still new. Ever since she’d been outed, she’d felt as if everything she wanted to keep for herself was suddenly bared in front of her. But Nell was, well-- different. No one but them knew about what happened. And so, despite Nell’s pushiness and her insistence that what had happened was magic-- and maybe, just maybe a teeny, tiny eency part of her believed that-- Bex found herself at the other girl’s house, staring up at the arched roof of the cabin like home. It was such a large house, hidden back here partially in the woods, glowing with something almost other-worldly. It took her a minute to raise her fist and knock, stepping back from the door and smoothing the frills of her dress down as she waited. Fixing her hair just as the door opened. “Hi! Hello! I-- I made it! It’s me, Bex. Your house is so big, I sort of didn’t expect it. Am I late?”

Apprehensive was the best way to describe how the week had gone for Nell while she was waiting to take Bex out to ice cream. The initial excitement of meeting a new witch had somewhat quelled in the face of realizing just how badly she could fuck this up. Bex needed guidance, a steady hand to show her the path of magic, and the last time Nell had tried to teach a form of magic hadn’t exactly gone...smoothly. Regan had balked when the witch had tried to teach the banshee how to glamour, panicking when Nell had made her fake wings disappear. Then the door to instruction had been shut, and Nell was determined not to make the same mistake with Bex. Beyond that was the worry that she might be ostracizing Bex by teaching her. Surely the right thing to do would be to hand Bex over to her old coven, and into the hands of witches who’d taught literal generations— Nell being one of them. But it was plain to see that Bex already struggled with control in her life, and Nell couldn’t help but think about how her mother was still on the board the coven, no doubt eager to get her hands on any fresh and young witch that came to learn. That was a fate Nell wouldn’t wish on anyone, so it seemed it was up to her.

Brushing her doubts away, Nell clung to the excitement of seeing Bex again, greeting the girl with an eager wave and smile. “Hey! No! You’re perfect- I just finished feeding Taki, actually. I think he’s excited to meet you.” She’d already instructed the overgrown cat to be on his best behavior, and to do his best not to let loose any fireballs or soot sneezes in the presence of their visiting witch. Nevertheless, she wanted to let Bex get acclimated first before introducing a cat with eyes of fire. “Yeah- technically it’s my sister’s house but we all live here. Both my sisters and me.” Corpsey, Bea’s reanimated corpse, had been carefully hidden away as well amongst other alarmingly magical things, but there was still a healthy air of mysticism around the home as Nell waved Bex inside. “I can show you him before we get going for ice cream if you still wanna see him.”

“You have two sisters?” Bex said, astonished and excited. She’d always wanted a sister-- or even brother. Growing up alone in that big house of her parents’ had been lonely, and all the weight of their expectations had been firmly placed on Bex’s shoulders because of it as well. She glanced around as she stepped inside and looked down at Nell with a smile. “What’s that like? Living with them? Is it nice? Are you parents not in town?” She shuffled around awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to do with herself, when Nell offered to let her meet Taki. “Oh! Yes! I’d love to! I’d love to meet Taki. I haven’t met many cats before, actually. People mostly have dogs, and my dad never let me have any pets growing up. Or...now.” She cleared her throat, rubbing the back of her head. Why was she nervous? Well, she supposed she was sort of always anxious. She stood behind Nell and waited for her to show them off to her cat, unable to help the nerves bubbling in her stomach.

“Yeah! There’s Bea and Luce. They’re both older than me. I think they’re out somewhere right now, though.” To be honest, Nell had specifically chosen a time that she’d known her sisters wouldn’t be present for, wanting to have Bex all to herself for the moment being. “It’s fine living with each other. I mean obviously we fight sometimes, but it’s also nice not having to tiptoe around them like you might have to do with a normal roommate. And I can get into their closets whenever I want,” Nell finished with a grin. She was built smaller than her two sisters, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t find ways to make their garments work if she really wanted to wear something of theirs. Magic was also good for temporarily resizing things if need be anyway.

The question about her parents made Nell internally wince, and she did her best to hide the tenseness that claimed her shoulders for a split second. “No, they live in White Crest. I was born here and grew up here, too.” There went Bex anxiously babbling again, but it was precious in a way that endeared Nell to her. “Don’t worry, I have a feeling Taki’s gonna like you. I’ll get him now for you.” Then she was calling the cat in a singsong voice mostly for Bex’s benefit. Normally she would have simply tugged on their mental bond to let him know he was needed, but with Bex present she was currently employing a strategy of ‘the less magic, the better’. Almost instantly, a black cat that had absolutely no right being as large as he was came down the stairs of the home, tail high in the air in a cat greeting. In truth he was an Ovinikk, a Shiba Inu sized beast, and Nell’s familiar...but Bex certainly didn’t need to know that. “Bex, this is Taki,” Nell said as she bent down to give Taki a pet. “And Taki- this is Bex.” The Ovinikk looked up at the new witch with a slow blink before settling himself on his back haunches, tail swishing curiously while he waited for Bex to make the first move.

“I always wanted a sibling,” Bex admitted, sighing fondly as Nell explained her living situation with them.It sort of sounded like an impossible dream-- living with people you didn’t have to tiptoe around. Not that Bex wasn’t grateful for all her parents had done for her, but she was finding it increasingly more difficult to hide her true self away from them. She felt...suffocated. Her throat dried up at the thought and she had to swallow hard to make it go away, concentrating back on Nell and the situation at hand. “You were? I was born here, too! And I guess technically I grew up here, but I went to a boarding school and even when I was here during the summers and holidays, my parents didn’t really let me off the grounds, so I only went into town on weekends with them or my nanny.” She realized she was rambling again and cleared her throat, giving an apologetic shrug.

“Sorry. Right. Yes! I’m ready to meet him!” She kept her eyes on Nell, trying not to be too nosy by looking around the house, but finding herself unable to quell her curiosity. The place had so many plants and art and objects hung on the walls, it was like something out of the ‘New Age Home Decor’ magazines her mom scoffed at. It was definitely a home someone who claimed to be a ‘witch’ would live in. It made Bex wonder if Nell’s sisters were also ‘witches’. But before she could think on it more, Nell was introducing her cat and Bex turned to look-- and almost jumped out of her skin, taking a large step backwards when she saw the massive black cat and its burning eyes. Wait, were they actually on fire?? A pot next to the door shattered as Bex inhaled sharply. “His-- I’m-- I’m sorry. He’s so-- big. How is he so big?” She looked at the shattered pot, then to Nell. “Are you-- is he okay? What’s wrong with his eyes?”

“Well- let me know when you’re really craving one, and you can borrow one of mine in a heartbeat. Especially if it’s when they’re annoying me,” Nell quipped with a crooked grin, her words easy. Plus it wouldn’t hurt for Bex to have more contact with witches in her future. “Really? How long were you at boarding school? That’s probably why I don’t remember you from public school or anything,” Nell mused aloud, vaguely wondering if Bex’s parents knew more about the girl’s magical prowess than she’d originally thought. Maybe that was why they’d sent the girl far away? “Sorry- I know he’s big.” The pot shattered and Nell barely flinched, though she did let a momentary grimace slip through her expression. This was only further proof that Bex was wound far too tight, a literal ticking time bomb just waiting to explode. She needed to learn how to harness her emotions before something more troublesome than a pot or computer exploded.

“It’s alright! It’s just a pot.” Her hands were open palmed and stretched in Bex’s direction, as if she were trying to make sure a skittish and wild animal would stay calm. “It’s his breed- they’re all big like that.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. “He’s perfectly happy! He’s just a very special cat.” The end of Nell’s words had a hint of a coo to them, always enjoying complimenting her familiar. Taki enjoyed it too, his whiskers twitching intelligently as he preened under his witch’s pride. “His eyes are another trait of his breed- that’s all.” Nell gave Taki a meaningful look, as if willing him to appear as non-threatening as possible. Their bond rang true as the Ovinikk flopped heavily onto his side, exposing a fluffy stomach to the pair of them. “You can pet him if you want.” The pot was still broken in the corner, and Nell wondered if this might be her chance to dip Bex into the world of magic that wasn't just breaking and destruction. “You know...you can fix the pot- if you want. It’s not hard, and it won’t hurt or anything.”

Bex stayed in her corner for a hot minute, observing the cat, and taking in Nell’s words. There were a lot of really strange animals in the world, it made sense that there were giant cats. Her eyes stayed trained on the large creature as it flopped over and slowly, she unfurled herself from the corner and took a step closer, glancing between Nell and the large cat. He looked so soft and fluffy, like velvet fur. She could remember digging her hands into a big, fluffy dog’s fur she’d met as a child once, and not wanting to let go. Only losing her grip when her mother pried her from the poor dog. “What um--” she felt her voice wavering and had to swallow again, staring wide-eyed at Taki. “What b-breed is he?” She was trying her best to stay calm, she didn’t want another pot to explode-- not that it was her doing or anything, of course it wasn’t! It was just the tension in the room, a total coincidence-- and possibly freak out the cat, or Nell. Slowly, she made her way over and bent down, still a fair distance from him, reaching out her hand to pet his back. “He’s so soft…” It almost felt strange, but if she didn’t look at his strange, glowing eyes, or the rest of his large, maned body, she could pretend he was a regular cat. Her eyes drifted back up to Nell. “I went to boarding school my whole life, until University,” she finally answered, not wanting to look back at the cat in case she had another freak out. Hands shaking, she stood back up and smoothed them down the front of her pants. “Fix the-- but I didn’t-- that’s not-- do you mean like with glue or something?”

Nell paused a moment before answering Bex’s question, realizing she was going to have to make a decision on exactly how truthful she was going to be when it came to the more magical things in her life. But the girl seemed to accept the explanation of a different breed, so perhaps Nell could test the limits a little. “He’s an Ovinikk,” Nell replied carefully, wondering if the other girl had ever heard a name such as that in her life. A part of her felt as if Bex might go home to Google it, and be apprehensive about the myths and legends she’d find. If she did, the best Nell could hope for was that Bex wouldn’t think she was insane, and still be willing to come back and learn. “He really likes his ears scratched,” she offered with a small smile, happy to see her familiar and Bex getting along. Taki stretched as Bex pet him, basking in the attention he was receiving. Initially, he hadn’t been too happy to learn of another human coming along and stealing away his witch’s attention, but if she kept petting him...perhaps she could stay. “Not with glue,” Nell began delicately, desperate not to scare off Bex. “But...fixing it like the computers were fixed. And the same way they got broken.” Maybe if she kept names out of this, it would all be a little less scary and detached— and easier to accept and explore.

“Ovinikk?” Bex repeated, raising a brow. She’d never heard of that breed before, but she hadn’t heard of a lot of breeds before. So she took the explanation at face value, and decided to look into it later. Because there was probably something weird about this breed that could be explained online, like why its eyes looked like they were on fire. She glanced back over at Nell as she bent down once again to scratch Taki’s ears as instructed. He seemed to be liking the attention, and she felt herself relaxing a little the longer she pet him. Her eyes fell on the shattered pieces of the pot as Nell started to explain. Without taking her eyes off, she tensed up a bit. “That-- that’s not possible,” she said quietly, still not looking up at Nell or down at Taki. Kept her eyes trained on the shattered remains. Could she really mend instead of break? Was that even possible? All she’d ever done her entire life was ruin and destroy. Was she really able to fix anything? “...Is it?”

“Mhm,” Nell hummed her confirmation, trying not to linger too long on the foreign name. Hopefully Bex wouldn’t think it too strange. “That’s him.” While Bex scratched at his ears, Taki began to purr, apparently already reconsidering his bitterness of no longer being an only child if the new witch was going to give him this much attention. As Bex’s hope began to blossom before Nell’s very eyes, a stab of sympathy ran through the summoner. It was like watching a dying man chancing upon an oasis in the middle of a desert he’d been crawling for longer than he could remember, already having given up hope that he might ever find refuge. “It is possible,” Nell continued gently, still well aware that Bex was an unpredictable creature, and easily startled. “I could show you if you want. Putting them back together isn’t as easy as breaking things, but it’s definitely doable.” That just seemed to be the way of life, and magic followed a similar course. And a small pot would be the perfect place to start— small and simple.

Bex paused her petting to look up at Nell, well aware of the pot still broken across the room. She didn’t want to admit that it had broken because of her, but it was becoming harder and harder to deny that all the strange things that happened around her were because of her. Hadn’t that been why her parents were so desperate to send her away? Strange things happened in White Crest, especially around her. Whatever it was, it wasn’t normal, and all they ever wanted was a normal child, a normal daughter. She couldn’t give them either of those things, though, could she? Slowly, she stood back up. “And you...can show me how?” she asked quietly, almost shamefully. She was tired of breaking everything-- of breaking herself, her life, her parents’ trust. She wanted to mend something. She wanted control of something in her life. Even if it wasn’t something she wanted or understood or even believed.

“I can show you how, and teach you how to do it yourself. It’s not like riding a bike or something, though. It takes focus and determination. But it’s also just as simple as wanting something, and letting yourself have it.” Nell forced herself to stop talking, worried she might lose Bex at any moment with all her hippy witchy talk. Thankfully she’d at least had a blink of experience with speaking to someone who waslearning magic later in life as opposed to being reared on it in the form of Winston. Unfortunately on the opposite hand Nell didn't have the luxury of Bex believing in magic as her childhood friend did. Nell edged closer to where the pot had broken before sitting herself in front of it, patting the floor alongside her as an invitation to Bex. “Come sit with me, and we can get you fixing things in no time.” Looking up at the girl, Nell began her first line of questioning. “So when things...break- how do you feel leading up to it?”

Wanting something and letting herself have it. Now there was something Bex knew absolutely nothing about. Because the one time she’d given in to letting herself have what she wanted, her business had been blasted around the school publicly and her parents had found out and it had been probably one of the worst days of her life. Still, she stuttered forward towards where Nell patted the ground, glancing back at Taki once, and finding herself wanting to stay with the strange cat much more than she wanted to sit on the floor next to Nell and “fix” a pot with “magic”, or whatever she was going to call it. Still...she couldn’t deny her own curiosity. Whatever had been going on around her, if Nell had a way to fix it, then Bex wanted to know. Because she wanted it to stop, she wanted to be able to fix her messes. Maybe then her parents would be proud of her. Maybe then they’d tell her she was good enough. She sat down slowly and looked over at Nell. “Umm-- usually scared o-or anxious. Or upset. Or paranoid. Or confused. Or--” she paused, frowned, “--pretty much anything but happy or excited. No, actually-- it happened when I was excited once, too. All the windows shattered in the house because I was really excited about going somewhere with my parents and then they said it was my fault so we couldn’t go anymore and they lock-- put me in my room for the rest of the day while they got the windows fixed.” A pause, as she realized she hadn’t taken a breath in a second. “Um...So, yeah. Mostly when I’m anxious, I guess?”

Nell nodded as Bex spoke, not surprised by what she was saying in the least. Magic could be triggered by most any strong emotion, but if one felt as if they were in danger, whether the threat be physical or something intangible— magic was more than ready to take to the defense of its vessel. “The problem is- you’re letting your emotions control you. People always talk about controlling emotions as if you’re supposed to dampen them down, or get rid of them entirely. But that’s not what it is when it comes to things like this. You can let yourself feel the emotions all you want, but you just can’t let them overwhelm you. You can give them a path to take, guidance through sheer will that results in you taking hold of them rather than the other way around. If you try and smother the emotions then they just get stronger, bottling up until-” Nell motioned towards the broken pot, figuring that was a good enough representation of the metaphorical bottle literally bursting open. “But you can make them work for you.” She leaned forwards to gather the bigger pieces of the pot closer together, putting them in a little pile in front of Bex. “Think of how you felt when the pot broke, and let yourself feel it again but gather it within you. And then you just...let it out. You let them out to make way for the new feelings that will come after the pot’s been fixed. You take hold of the little spark you feel when things break around you, pair it with a strong intention to fix the pot, and let the emotions power that intention. There’s no room to wonder whether the pot’s gonna be fixed or not. It just will be, and you’re gonna make it that way. The anxiety, the fear- all that stuff has to go so there’s room for what comes after, and you use those feelings to fix the pot and let the new stuff come in.”

Bex sat and listened while Nell talked. She was trying her best to absorb what Nell was saying, but a lot of it made it into her head rattled around like cymbals. She had no idea how to make sense of them, no one had ever taught her how to manage her feelings before. Pushing them down was how she managed them. But she had to try, right? If she wanted any chance at normalcy, she had to try. If she could fix her messes-- or better yet, figure out how to stop them from happening in the first place-- then she could stop worrying so much. She actually just...be normal. Or as normal as someone like her could get. Whatever was causing this-- and it surely wasn’t magic-- would be over. It had to be.

“Okay, I-- I think I get it,” she said slowly, adjusting herself to a more comfortable position and looking down at the broken pot pieces. Closing her eyes, she tried to remember what Nell told her. She tried to recall the feeling of fear and anxiety when she first saw Taki. On how strange he had looked, on how not normal it was to have a cat that large with eyes that looked like actual fire. She felt it hiccup in her chest and than spread through her entire body, the more she thought about it. It made her fingers tingle and her tongue feel numb. She felt a rattling inside of her and tried her hardest to focus on fixing the pot. Fixing her mess. Fixing the problem she created. She felt a rush of something inside of her, like energy, like warm cocoa when you drink it on a cold night and can feel it sinking into your stomach and spreading through your body. And when she opened her eyes next-- the pot was fixed. “Oh hashem!” she exclaimed, excitement pouring out of her as she pointed at the fixed pot. “How’d that-- Did I do-- It worked!”

Had her explanation been too muddled? Or maybe it had strayed too close to the hippy dippy witch-talk that was the true root of most magic. It wasn’t Nell’s fault that the very essence of their abilities was tied so strongly to intentions, life, and its emotions. Either way, Nell was only tentatively optimistic as Bex confirmed her understanding, believing it too good to be true that her first lesson might actually stick. But as the pieces of the pot fused together in perfect conjunction, not a seam or crack to be seen on its surface— Nell’s heart soared, and wasted no time in joining Bex’s celebration. “You did it!” she exclaimed with a jubilant laugh, arms thrown over her head with exuberation. “It worked! Oh Bex- this is amazing. That was amazing! You did so well! I knew you could!” Gone was the tentative nature of her previous teachings, wild abandon taking its place as joy and pride swept aside any sense of speaking carefully so as not to scare Bex out of this whole ‘magic’ thing. There was no time for such things when the witch had done her first intentional magic! This was a momentous occasion in any witch’s life, perhaps even more important than uttering one’s first words, and Nell had been privy to the gift of guiding Bex through it and bearing witness.

Nell’s excitement made something flutter inside of Bex that she hadn’t felt in a long time-- someone was proud of her. She’d done something to make someone happy and excited and before she knew it, she was bubbling with tears. Amazing, she had said. Something she had done was amazing. And she tried not to think too hard about what it was that she had done, because now another thought was rising in her throat and oh hashem-- what had she done!? Bex’s happy tears turned into a gurgle and she dropped the pot and it shattered again and she shrieked, “I’m sorry!” And then next to them, the lamp flickered on and off, and on the shelf next to it, books fell from their spots. “I-I’m sorry! I don’t know what-- I didn’t mean to-- This isn’t real, right? This isn’t real.” She pressed her hands over her ears, too much noise. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--” She knew it couldn’t be true, she knew it couldn’t be that easy. She always destroyed more than she fixed. That was just who she was.

The tears that fell from Bex were the very definition of bittersweet. One on hand- Nell was overjoyed that she was finally finding release, the gentle crying seeming to have something of a cathartic effect on the girl in front of her. On the other hand...it was heartbreaking to see how something so simple as fixing a pot could give Bex cause for such desperate relief. Bex deserved better than to carry around such a weight on her shoulders, a heaviness that seemingly broke her whether it was being added to in the event of a magical accident, or lifted when she managed to fix her mistakes. But just as quickly as Bex’s joy had come it seemed to shatter before Nell’s very eyes along with the pot. “No, no- it’s okay! Really, it’s alright!” Nell paid little attention the mess Bex was making, not concerned in the least when she’d be able to fix it with a simple spell. Still...Nell didn’t exactly want to encourage the destruction of the house, so she reached out to place a careful hand on Bex’s shoulder, trying to calm the girl. “What if we just go outside? My garden’s out there by my greenhouse- and we could do some meditation.” Hopefully that would calm the younger witch, and it doubled as another lesson in magical application. Not that Nell would mention that particular tidbit. “We could do dynamic meditation- that’s what I always did. I’m really shitty at sitting still so it’s like meditation where you move. Not like the boring stuff where you just sit there.” Hopefully the movement would also help to relieve Bex’s anxieties.

Whatever had happened, Bex wanted out. Away. And Nell was offering that. She had put her hand on her shoulder and she didn’t even seem to be noticing all the stuff that was breaking again. Bex felt like her entire body was shuddering as she tried to concentrate on what Nell was saying. A garden, meditation, moving. She just nodded through her stupor, trying not to think about what had just happened here. Not about Taki and his weird eyes, or the broken pot, or the fact that she’d done something that had fixed it. And oh, if her parents knew what she’d done, what a mess she’d just made, they’d be so disappointed. She was nodding again through her shuddering and as they stood, she clung to Nell as if her life depended on it. She hated this, every moment of it. Why couldn’t she just be normal? Be good? Be right? Why couldn’t she just be what they wanted her to be? The disappointment flooded her chest and she tried her best to hold onto it and not let the energy explode out of her like her fear and her anxiety often did. “Garden is good,” she finally managed to squeak out, “I like gardens.” And it was one of the things she was allowed to like, and so a sense of calm followed the admission, and her grip on Nell’s hand loosened. She stole a small glance back towards the house and thought that, maybe, just maybe, having control wouldn’t be so bad.

#wickedswriting #ch:bex #catakitrophe #chatzy #domestic abuse mention tw

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alexannah · 5 years ago

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MLB Crack: The Story of Gabenath

This was originally titled “One Theory on How Gabenath Will Happen”, and intended to just be a collection of quotes from the relevant episodes followed by the ending section. But I got a bit carried away … especially on certain episodes … and now it’s this. Enjoy me lovingly making fun of my two precious idiot villains.

~*~

***HEROES’ DAY***

Hawk Moth: *for once doesn’t look excited as he akumatizes his assistant, despite it being the beginning of his first big plan he’s so confident in*

Hawk Moth: *gives Catalyst an outfit that is completely accidentally complimentary to The Collector’s*

Hawk Moth: Oh, no, I can’t believe I’m cornered!

Mayura: I’m going to give you a giant butterfly to literally blow away your enemies.

Hawk Moth: No! Don’t do that! I don’t want a giant butterfly!

Mayura: Seriously? Who wouldn’t want a giant butterfly? Also, you’re getting one. Accept it. It’s that or prison.

Hawk Moth: Okay, fine. As it’s just the once and if I go to prison I won’t be able to get my wife back.

Hawk Moth: *escapes*

Nathalie: I was willing to risk not just my health but being identified as an accomplice if you’re ever unmasked to keep you from being defeated, but I am most definitely not in love with you.

Gabriel: My assistant/just-a-friend, thank you for helping me escape so I can continue my plan to bring back my wife.

***REFLEKDOLL***

Nathalie: Let me risk my life and prison again to help you. Still not in love with you, by the way.

Gabriel: Okay, that’s fair. But as long as I get to cradle you in my arms in a concerned but completely platonic way afterwards.

Nathalie: Ooh, yeah.

Duusu: *is the cutest thing ever*

***FEAST***

Nathalie: *drops Gabriel*

Gabriel: Ouch! Oh, wait, that was just a tablet. Never mind. I guess I just like being held by Nathalie so much that it felt like it hurt.

Adrien: Nathalie, are you okay? Are you sure? Maybe we should go home. Yes, I’m acting like the parent now even though you’re basically my mom.

Gabriel: She’s fine. Well, not really, she could end up in a coma and unrevivable short of a wish to change reality, but obviously I’m not going to tell you that because that opens a whole can of worms that I’m not going to try and address for another few episodes. Ask me again when we get to Félix.

Nathalie: I’m fine, Adrien. I don’t care what happens to me because I want you, and your idiot dad with whom I am definitely not in love, to be happy. And I’m telling you I’m fine now because I don’t want you to worry about me. Also I’m touched that you’re concerned because although I’ve basically raised you throughout most of your life, I’m still lingering under the delusion that I’m only an employee and don’t have a real place in this family.

Adrien: *leaves but worries about his mom anyway*

Nathalie: *excited at the thought of a new plan to get the Miraculouses*

Nathalie: *or maybe she just enjoys criminal activity*

Gabriel: I am definitely not looking at you in a loving way. Nope. Just admiring your dedication. Which is completely within the norms of what an assistant will do for her boss.

Nathalie: Can I break into the museum now?

Gabriel: Maybe later when you’ve had a break. And I have the excuse of watching you sleep because you’re adorable but, you know, I’m just doing it because I need to make sure you’re okay.

***STORMY WEATHER***

Gabriel: I’m doing all of this so Adrien can be happy again!

Nooroo: Er, Adrien is happy. And I thought you were doing this because you wanted your wife back?

Gabriel: … Yeah, that too.

Nooroo: So, you haven’t fallen in love with Nathalie then.

Gabriel: Don’t be ridiculous.

Nooroo: I’m not the one in denial.

Gabriel: Shut up. You’re not right.

Hawk Moth: Is Nooroo right? *thinks about all the times he’s inadvertently put Adrien in danger*

Hawk Moth: I’ll just be a bit more careful. After all, I’m basically doing this for Adrien now. So he can have his mother back. Because I can’t understand that Adrien has moved on with his life and Nathalie is a better mom to him than Emilie ever was. Also obviously I want my wife back because she’s my wife and I’m still in love with her and definitely not with anyone else.

Hawk Moth: I have to succeed, at any price.

Hawk Moth: Which is clearly a stupid thing to say that I don’t really mean, because I am definitely not willing to sacrifice my son or my assistant-with-whom-I-am-definitely-not-in-love.

Hawk Moth: So, I’m going to make a volcano that will push the whole planet out of orbit and freeze us all to death now.

Hawk Moth: Nathalie, fetch some blankets and hot water bottles. It might get a bit chilly if Stormy Weather doesn’t get Ladybug and Cat Noir’s Miraculouses in time to stop the world plunging into a new ice age.

***LADYBUG***

Nathalie: I want to be the one to give Gabriel what he believes will be his happy ending!

Duusu: *cries* It’s so romantic!

Nathalie: I’m not going to correct you on that.

Duusu: I’m the Kwami of emotion. It would be pointless to try.

Duusu: Would it be pointless to try and tell you that Mr Gabriel is falling in love with you?

Nathalie: Yes, because I’m in my own form of denial.

Duusu: Fine. I guess if you keep risking your life long enough, maybe he’ll realise how he feels about you.

Duusu: Eventually …

Hawk Moth: Release her! Emphasis on ‘her’ not just because Ladybug just said “Release him” in reference to Cat Noir, but because I’m extra-concerned for my ailing assistant/accomplice who went behind my back because she’s stubbornly insistent on risking her life to help me!

Mayura: Don’t mind me. Hawk Moth winning is more important than my life. Although I probably should be concerned because if Ladybug unmasks me, it won’t take a genius to work out who Hawk Moth is.

Hawk Moth: I will willingly give up my opportune moment to get Ladybug and Cat Noir’s Miraculouses to protect you! I’m not even thinking about my identity being exposed.

Hawk Moth: But we’re definitely not a couple.

Ladybug and Cat Noir: *sensing Hawkyura*

Gabriel: Don’t do that again. You’re more important to me than bringing my wife back.

Duusu and Nooroo: *sensing Gabenath*

Nathalie: *completely misses the meaning of his words*

Nathalie: I will keep risking my life to help you if you give me permission to.

Duusu and Nooroo: *facepalm*

***FELIX***

Nathalie: *watches Adrien remember Emilie, feeling so sorry for him, labouring under the delusion that he hasn’t moved on either*

Nathalie: You should tell him. Before he gets some crazy ideas about us in his head.

Adrien: Too late.

Adrien: Gabenath.

Gabriel: How dare you!

Amelie: Hello, brother-in-law. Happy anniversary of the day your wife mysteriously vanished. Can I have your wedding rings? I’m assuming she left hers behind when she skipped town because, unlike you, I don’t put her on a literal pedestal and I know she was a selfish bitch like me so I assume she just left you and the son she doesn’t deserve.

Gabriel: I’m too proper to tell you to shove off. And no, you cannot have them.

Félix: Don’t worry, Mom, I’ll steal them for you.

Félix: Right after I’ve had some fun pissing off Adrien’s friends for no reason, because I’m a brat that way.

Lila: *does the only good thing she has ever done in her entire life (that she wasn’t persuaded to do by Adrien) by sending a copy of the video to Nathalie*

Nathalie: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

Gabriel: Yes. A perfect opportunity to boot my bitch sister-in-law out of the house. One of the perks of being a supervillain is so much potential for being vindictively petty, and they won’t even know I’m the one behind it. Mwahaha.

Hawk Moth: *sends out an akuma which gives Lady Wifi digital teleportation powers*

Hawk Moth: Hang on a second. Nathalie, why didn’t you remind me that Adrien is in the same room as Félix and therefore in the line of fire when the villains come after him?

Nathalie: Oops! I’ll see to it now.

Lady Wifi: Too late, we’re here! Hang on, two Adriens?

Nathalie: *displays impressive combat skills*

Hawk Moth: *trying to focus on his mission and not get distracted by how awesome she is*

Félix: Hey, Hawk Moth! I’m about to prove not just what a sneaky little creep I am, but also demonstrate that I’m willing to make a deal with a supervillain just to get yours and my aunt’s wedding rings. Not that I know it’s you I’m talking to, obviously.

Hawk Moth: Yeah, okay. I’m definitely not going to help you get MY rings, but I’m willing to promise anything in order to get what I want.

Gabriel: *shakes hands with Félix even though he knows Félix wants his ring*

Gabriel: Oops. Shouldn’t have done that.

Amelie: Ah, my little criminal in the making! I’m so proud of you for doing something so cruel to your grieving uncle.

Nathalie: So, what did Adrien say earlier?

Gabriel: Er … nothing I currently accept as reality.

Nathalie: …?

***BATTLE OF THE MIRACULOUS***

Whole Episode: Hawkyura Hawkyura Hawkyura

Gabriel: Nooo, Nathalie!

Nathalie: It’s okay. Now we can fix the peacock Miraculous so Mayura can be a full-time partner.

Nathalie: And give the Parisians even more reason to think Hawkyura.

Gabriel: Stupid Parisians.

***SEASON FOUR***

Adrien: Gabenath.

Gabriel: Never!

***SEASON FIVE***

Adrien: Gabenath.

Gabriel: Stop doing that! She’s just a friend!

***SEASONS SIX TO ONE HUNDRED AND SIX***

Adrien and the majority of the rest of the cast: Gabenath

Gabriel: JUST! A! FRIEND!

Parisians: Hawkyura

Hawk Moth: JUST! A! FRIEND!

Adrien: Huh, that’s exactly what Father says about Nathalie …

***SEASON ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN***

André Glacier: *spends five minutes alone with Gabriel*

Gabriel: Okay, Gabenath.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #miraculous lb #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #GabeNath #hawkyura #villain love square #gabriel agreste #gabriel x nathalie #nathalie sancoeur #Adrien and Gabriel #adrien and nathalie #mlb crack #gabenath crack #miraculous crack #miraculous lb crack #miraculous ladybug crack

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gaamagirl565 · 5 years ago

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Matters of the heart S2 ep 12

Matters of the heart

Season 2 Episode 12

The alley girl {OPENING CREDITS} {Open to a slow zoom on Varian’s house as thunder rolls in the distance; lightning flashes and we cut to the bedroom where Varian tosses and turns} Varian: ngghh...no… {We see his nightmare; Isaiah falling off the cliff; Cassandra being tortured by her power; Quirin being devoured by a black mist in the shape of a wolf; everything fades to a black void with only Estelle in the room; her back is turned to him}

Varian: E-Estelle? {She turns to him with pink and green eyes and the cut on her neck visible; when she speaks it is Zhan tiri’s voice} Estelle: Is this your happily ever after, child? {Varian jolts up in bed with a shout and wakes Zapada in the process} Zapada: mn? Iubriea mea? {Varian gets up from the bed and pours water from the pitcher into the basin on the dresser} Zapada: Another nightmare? {Varian splashes his face} Varian: Probably for the best...it’s almost dawn and I have to be at the castle… {Zapada gets up and walks over to him; she takes his hand and he looks at her} Zapada: You have barely been sleeping…and it is falling rain outside. Varian: It doesn’t matter...what matters is finding that cult and destroying them. Zapada: Varian how do you expect to do that when you look like death himself? Varian: Zapada, please… Zapada: No! You will catch your demise! Varian: and they are causing people’s demise! They took my friend, destroyed an entire kingdom, killed Estelle, my dad, my son-! Estelle: Who was no less of a son to me than the one within me, Varian!...but very well. If you want to perish before you’ve even obtained victory...then be my guest. {She walks over to the bed and lies down} Varian:...fine. {He leaves and shuts the door; Zapada’s eyes water and she quietly cries into her pillow; Cut to the morning in the Dark Kingdom; Isaiah rolls over in his cave with a groan} Isaiah:...ugh...I can’t wait to have my bed back… {A distant scream rings out in the forest and Isaiah jolts up} Girls voice: NOT AGAIN! AHHHHH!! Isaiah: H-Hang on! I’m coming! {Isaiah runs through the trees and hops over rocks; he rushes as fast as he can and arrives at a clearing; cautiously he steps forward} Isaiah:...hello? Girls voice: Up here you pillock... {Isaiah looks up to see a young girl hanging from a tree branch by her foot} Isaiah:......*snerk* Girl: Snicker one more time and it’ll cost your tongue. Isaiah: heh...sorry, here let me help you dow- Girl: no I got it… {She takes out a shiv and starts cutting the rope} Isaiah: If you have everything under control why did you scream? Girl: you ever heard of frustration? also, I was yanked up into a tree anyone would scream! Isaiah: I-... I can't argue with that… {she cuts through the rope and starts falling} Girl: AH! {Isaiah lunges and catches her} Girl: Hmph! Get off me! Stinky boy! {She gets up and fixes the bandana on her head} Isaiah: Soooo...i’m Isaiah! {He puts out a hand and she stares at it for a moment before going to pick up her bag} Isaiah:....ookkkaaayy… Girl:...Verbena. Isaiah: huh? Verbena: my name is Verbena. Isaiah: O-oh! Okay! Cool! So what’cha doing out here? Verbena: Foraging. Isaiah: oh..cool..yup…… {She stares at him and then groans} Verbena: ...if your coming along, keep up and shut up. Isaiah: R-right! Got it! {he runs up and stays next to her} Isaiah:...so what are we foraging? Verbena: ugghh… {Cut to Catalina walking down into the dungeon; she looks disturbed and angry; she stands in front of Noremoths cell}Catalina: I’d like to talk to the prisoner in this cell, please. Pete:...you’re sure? Catalina: just open the door… {Pete goes over and unlocks the door; Catalina walks in and bares her fangs in a growl; Noremoth looks up} Noremoth: Catalina! {She slams the door closed} Noremoth: Cat I can explain! Catalina: Oh I’m all ears! But lets review! You lied to me, you’re part of a dangerous cult, you killed people, and you attacked Corona multiple times. Did I miss anything? Noremoth: nope that’s uh...pretty much it. {She throws her hands up and walks to the other side of the cell} Noremoth: ...I never meant to hurt you. Catalina: No you only meant to lie, kill, and steal. Noremoth: Technically I never lied- {She gets close to his face, baring her fangs and eyes turning red} Noremoth: BAH! Okay! Okay! Relax! Catalina: You don’t get it do you!? Noremoth: What!? Catalina: I trusted you! I..I liked you! And you betrayed me! You hurt my friends! You hurt my kingdom! And I hate you for it! I honestly wish I had the strength to end you I would gladly tear your throat out for my friend and family! Noremoth: Cat… {Catalina shakes her head and runs out of the cell and slams the door} Noremoth:...smooth ol’ boy...smooth. {Fade to the cult HQ; Larkspur sits in her room with messy hair and a disheveled appearance; she takes a knife and throws it at a Coronian flag she has on her wall; a knock sounds at her door} Vergus: Mistress? {She tumbles out of her bed and fixes herself} Larkspur: C-Come in! Vergus: Mistress, we were badly battered from the recent battle. we have many wounded and we're running out of supplies. Larkspur: and our vessel? Vergus: despite the doubtless psychological harm that she suffered she appears to be in good health. Larkspur: That is all you needed to say I really don't give a rat's arse about her “psychological harm” Vergus: regardless mistress, we must obtain more supplies. the dark kingdom has a trade port. it's about two days’ time from our hideaway. Larkspur: then what are you still doing here? get together a small group of those that aren't wounded and go obtain things to replenish our supply. Vergus: well there's one more thing mistress. Larkspur: of course there is. Vergus: we wish to know what you plan to do now. Noremoth has been captured. and he didn't exactly leave on the best terms. he's a serious threat and could easily be giving away information. we wish to know your orders. Larkspur: hmm.. well it is true he could be a threat. but we can't just go barreling into Corona. as you said before we're all wounded and need time to heal, on top of everything we're low on supplies. I suppose we should plan for a battle then. if we don't attack they surely will attack us. looks like this little war is at a standstill. Vergus: Mistress? Larkspur: take a small group of the members that aren't wounded. go to the dark Kingdom, obtain the supplies that we require, but also try and recruit some new members. look for the lowlifes of the town. people who are desperate, weak of heart, there should be plenty. if we're going to fight a battle in the future we should have more able-bodied men and women. Vergus: Yes mistress. Larkspur: and Vergus? don't disappoint me. {cut to Verbena walking into the kingdom gates with Isaiah in tow} Verbena: So let me get this straight. you got separated from your family and you're here for at least another week until you can find enough reserves for a four day trip on foot back to Corona. Isaiah: That pretty much sums it up yeah… Verbena: well you're doomed. Isaiah: Wait wha-Verbena! Benny! May I call you Benny? Verbena: no. Isaiah: Benny, what do you mean I'm doomed!? Verbena: look I've been surviving on these streets by myself for 2 years. I have survived starvation, infection, and almost dying of exposure. I’m a big girl and I can tell just by looking at you, you wouldn't last a day. Isaiah: oh ho really? How so? Verbena: do I really have to explain? from what you've been telling me you relied too heavily on the grown-ups around you. you can't do that when you're living on the streets. a street kid has seen no lesser than a rat. you have to do what you can to survive which means doing things that you aren’t gonna be happy with. Isaiah: how old are you? Six? who hurt you? Verbena: actually I'm this many! *holds up fingers* 7 almost 8. my parents died in a house fire. I’ve been living on my own ever since. Isaiah: why don't you just go to an orphanage? {She grabs his face and pulls him down} Verbena: I WILL NEVER EVER GO TO THAT MEAN PLACE! Isaiah: Okay! Okay! Geez! {she lets go and starts walking before they both hear a grumble; she turns and looks at him} Verbena: are you kidding me? when was the last time you ate? Isaiah:... on the ship. Verbena: ugghh.. helpless utterly helpless. come on stinky let's find you something to eat. {Fade to Lily looking out a window from the seat in her room; she sniffles and wipes a tear before a knock is at her door} Cyrus: Lily? It’s me!...it’s all of us really. {Eddard opens the door} Cyrus: Wow rude...she didn’t express we could come in! Eddard: Lily? You okay sis?{Her sister Rosie sits by her} Rosie: Your handmaiden said that you've been turning away all sorts of food even your favorite. Cyrus: you love lemon meringue pie. Lily: I just don't feel it… {They all look at each other concerned; Eugene walks in} Eugene: don’t worry guys...I got this. All: Dad! Eugene: if you guys could give us the room I think your sister needs some one-on-one with her awesome dad. Cyrus: Yes father. {all but Eddard walk out of the room before Cyrus goes back and pulls him out} Eugene: Lily?...sweetheart you can’t keep doing this. I know it hurts but- Lily: no you don't know! You can’t possibly know! {Eugene jumps} Lily: I should have gone with you. Eugene: no. that would have been ten times worse. you could have been killed then. Lily: maybe then I could have stopped them from killing my best for him. Eugene: there was nothing we could have done. Lily none of this was your fault. none of this was anyone's fault. it wasn't supposed to happen this way. Lily: I liked ‘saiah… Eugene: I know princess… Lily: no I...I like liked him… Eugene: wait, you...OH...ohh… {Lily sobs} Eugene: oh princess c’mere… {Eugene picks her up and holds her in his lap; she snuggles into his chest} Eugene: It’s gonna be okay..it may not seem like it now but..it..it will...it will {he holds her tighter as it zooms out on them; cut to Varian tiredly exiting his Lab in the castle; he walks a bit before stopping and look up at the giant door he’s passing by; Zapada’s words from that morning ring in his head; he sets his stuff down} Varian:...Herz Der Sonne’s journal. {He looks around before he places a hand on the door} Varian:...I must be outta my damn mind. {Varian opens the door to the room and walks up to the journal; he sighs} Varian: I can’t believe I’m doing this… {He opens the book and flips through it; he stops at a page and stares at it before running his hand over it: he sighs} Varian: ….I really screwed up, huh? failed to protect you...failed to protect our son. Seems just yesterday we were here. {He smiles sadly and scoffs} Varian: I really was still a stupid kid wasn't I? thinking all of our problems would be solved because we signed a stupid book. {Fade to a flashback of him and Estelle sneaking in the room; Estelle runs over to the journal as Varian closes the door} Estelle: has anyone seen us? Varian: not from what I've seen. Estelle: Good. in my opinion, this has to be a private affair. Varian: indeed your grace. Estelle: Ew don’t call me that. {they chuckle and Estelle opens the journal to a blank page; She then takes a quill but hesitates} Varian: …Estelle? You okay? Estelle: Oh! Y-Yes! Right as rain! Varian: we don't have to do this if you don't want to... I'm not going to hold it against you. Estelle: no! I want to do this. the last journal existed for hundreds of years. I don't want there to only be a record of me being tied to that... Pompous duke!. Varian: won’t people find out? Estelle: nobody goes back and looks at the other Pages until it's been decades maybe more. please...Varian. I want to share a page with the man I love. The man I choose. {Varian looks stunned for a second but then his face softens; He takes a Quill and both sign the journal; Estelle kisses him; they stay in each other’s arms} Estelle: Well...it seems to be official now. Varian: yeah… Estelle: for better or for worse… Varian: No matter what happens… {Fade out and cut to the page with their names on it; a tear drips on the page; Varian sniffles and wipes his eyes before staring blankly at the page; with a cold stare he tears the page from the journal and stuffs it in his vest; cut to him walking out of the room and stopping to lean against the wall} Rapunzel: Varian! There you are! We’ve all been looking for you! Varian: for me? How can I help Rapunzel? Rapunzel:....you’re...not gonna like it. {Lance walks forward with a drink bottle} Varian: What is this? Eugene: a drink to share with Noremoth. Varian: ...Excuse me!? Rapunzel: Now Varian, please… Varian: No Hold up! You want me to share a drink with the man that murdered my family!? Eugene: Varian I know your upset with him but- Varian: Upset? you think i’m just UPSET with that man!? i’m 1000x more than that, Eugene! Rapunzel: okay enough! Both of you! Varian, We need information from him. from what we've heard him say he seems to be innocent of most of the crimes here. Varian: what!? Rapunzel: from what he's been telling us it was mostly Larkspur giving the orders. Quirin's death was an accident according to him, he didn't know that Estelle was going to be the first target, and Isaiah fell off the cliffs when Noremoth wasn't anywhere near him. It's the only information he was willing to give us. Lance: he just keeps asking us to kill him and be done with it. Keira: and why don't we!? okay so my Quirin's death was an accident but that means he still tried to kill Varian! And look at Catalina! Rapunzel: I promise you, there will be consequences for him but right now his information is invaluable. If we're going to avenge Isaiah and anyone else that was killed at the cults hand we’re going to need his help. {Varian eyes the bottle before walking off with it} Catalina: Varian just...just don’t hurt him too bad… Varian:...no promises. {Cut to Isaiah in the marketplace of the dark kingdom} Isaiah: geez... bread here is so expensive. Verbena: that's cause wheat doesn't do well here so we have to im-..im… Isaiah: ...Import? Verbena: yeah! import it from other kingdoms. Isaiah: seriously how are you alive? Verbena: I guess i’m just smarter than you. Isaiah: you little- Verbena: shh!...look! Isaiah: what? {She points to a small bag of moldy bread} Verbena: It's all we got. Isaiah: how are we going to the new convince him to sell us- {Verbena rushes in and grabs it before taking off} Baker: STOP! THIEF! Isaiah: BENNY!? Verbena: Lets go! {they both run through the street weaving around people as the baker chases them; At one point Benny trips and picks up as much of the bread as she can; The baker goes to grab her but Isaiah picks up an apple from a cart and throws it, hitting him in the nose} Baker: Filthy street pest! You broke my nose! Augh! {Isaiah runs up to her and pulls her into the alleyway} Verbena:...well...that could’ve gone better. Isaiah: Yeah i’ll say! What in the hell was any of that!? Verbena: I was getting us food! Isaiah: By stealing it!? I have coin! I could have bought food! Verbena: if I knew that I would have let you but like I said before, You gots to do things you don't like! Isaiah: Screw that! I've never once even considered stealing food! if need be I would have gone to the forest and searched for food or dug in a trash can! I never would have stolen from anyone! now look what I did I broke some poor man's nose for you! Verbena: and because of that we have dinner. when it comes to survival sometimes you gotta be bad. Isaiah: I would rather risk everything than hurt someone again! Verbena:...Again? {Isaiah jumps at his own words and gently touches his scar; Verbena sighs and hands him a stale roll of bread from the bag} Verbena: ...here... just eat it. {Isaiah swipes the roll and takes a bite; Verbena grabs her own roll and picks the mold off before eating; she hears sniffles and looks over to see Isaiah wiping his eyes as he eats} Verbena:...why me? {She walks over and plops down by him eating her bread; Isaiah looks over to her leaning on him} Verbena:...sorry... {he smiles and leans on her as they eat; cut to Varian outside Noremoths door at night; Pete unlocks it for him and he walks in} Noremoth: Well.. this is a surprise.

Varian: be quiet… Noremoth: did you really just walk in here just to tell me to shut up? Varian: and if I did? Noremoth: well not like I can do anything except call you a massive jerk. Varian: you see there's a lot of irony in the idea of you calling me a massive jerk. Noremoth: whatever... what's that? Varian: this? {he holds up the bottle} Noremoth: no the Dancing Cockatoo on your head.. yes the bottle! Varian: thought you could use a drink. I can't imagine the water down here is very sanitary. Noremoth: What is it? Varian: I have absolutely no clue but all I know is it doesn't smell very good. Noremoth: then it is my kind of speed. {Varian pours two glasses and goes to hand him one} Varian: oh...wait… Noremoth: Yes Varian... I'll just levitate the glass with my unicorn powers. Varian: oh shut up… {He goes to unlock his wrists; Noremoth rubs them; Varian hands him the drink and he sits down on the ground with him} Varian: well this brings back memories. Noremoth: drinking in a Cell brings back memories? Varian: the cell itself dingus... I forget...it's been what.. 18..19 years… Noremoth: yes I've heard your story. I believe we only met after the death of Zhan tiri. you went traveling right? Varian: I was gifted the title of Royal engineer. but I needed a break from Corona after everything that happened. I decided to go on a scientific Expedition. I wanted to learn how the Sun Drop , the Moonstone, and the black rocks had affected other kingdoms. I also wanted to learn more about me and see if there was a more scientific explanation for all of it. perhaps a new branch of science that we hadn't even discovered yet. Noremoth: and then we came in and screwed everything up didn't we? {Noremoth smirks and sips his drink} Varian: you can say that again. instead of a scientific expedition, I found myself trying to thwart you guys every time I entered a new kingdom. Noremoth: we were very diverse with our recruiting. Misfits of all the Seven Kingdoms joining together to create a new world order with help from the power of Zhan tiri and a vessel hosting the magic for us. Varian:... why Cassandra? Noremoth:... that was larkspur's doing. I grew up in Corona. I was here for that great battle. Varian:...What? I didn't see you at all. Noremoth: I don't know where I was born but I do know I grew up in an orphanage not too far from Corona. orphanages paint such a pretty picture. oh we care for orphaned so therefore we're Saints! puh!... I left the orphanage when I was 12 I couldn't stand it anymore and then I was a street child in Corona. therefore I was useless. I was here for everything. Varian: Everything? Noremoth: yes... everything. how did you make your raccoon that size? Varian: Okay moving on! you never answered my question. Noremoth: right... I told her about how Cassandra was the wielder of the Moonstone and how I saw her come into Corona many times. I even told her about the time she practically destroyed the whole Kingdom with black rocks. Larkspur insisted that that was who we had to have his The Vessel. I don't know why but I think it's because she thought she can handle it. Varian: so why did you join the cult? Noremoth: I left Corona once I was old enough same as you. I met t Larkspur and she told me her ideas. I was sick of being treated differently for things that I couldn't control. people assuming that I was filthy, uneducated, and just overall waste of space because I was an orphan Street child. I want to spare future generations of that that's why I joined. I've always had a code. never hurt women or children. Varian: BUT- Noremoth: I was never near your son when he fell and that wasn't supposed to happen. I didn't know that Cassandra’s first kill was Isaiah’s mother. as for your father... I want you to know that I gave Larkspur hell for that. I'm sorry. I tried to do good things for the world by joining this cult but it seems that I've only brought misery. I’m...truly sorry about that. {Noremoth picks up his cup; Varian watches him with a despondent look} Noremoth: ...Salut

Varian:......Salut. {They clink glasses and both take a sip before Varian coughs and sputters and Noremoth laughs; fade to Isaiah leaning against a barrel in the alley asleep; Verbena walks over and kicks him} Isaiah: OW! Hey, what the- Verbena: Sh! C’mon! I gots to show you something! {Isaiah rolls his eyes and follows; she leads him out into the dark barren street} Isaiah: ...Okay, I'm out here now what? Verbena: any second now… {They stand for a minute or two; Isaiah goes to say something to her but then notices a glow; He looks up to see colours dancing in the sky} Isaiah: Whoa... aurora borealis… Verbena: what? Isaiah: Aurora Borealis is also known as the Northern Lights I read about it in my books back home. I didn't know the dark Kingdom had such a cool view of it. Verbena: I overheard some grown-up say that the lights only started appearing after the black rocks disappeared. that was way before I was born. Isaiah: and how old do you think I am? that's before I was born to! Verbena: you're old and stinky! {Isaiah smirks and tickles her; she squeals and giggles} Isaiah: Oh am I!? I’m old and stinky? Well, you’re tiny and spiteful! {she squeals and giggles; Isaiah smiles and looks up at the sky with a sad smile} Verbena: do you miss your family? {Isaiah turns to look at her} Verbena: I miss mine too. I miss my mommy. Isaiah:...me too squirt...me too.

#tangled #tangled the series #TTS #RTA #Varian #Rapunzel #lance strongbow #Eugene Fitzherbert #princess lily #Noremoth #matters of the heart #MotH #oldervarian #varian x oc #Varian x Zapada #Isaiah #tts oc #rta oc #fanfic

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survey by lets-make-surveys

1 - Do you have cats? Tell me about them. No. My sister used to have a cat, but Arlee passed away last April, I think a day or two before my birthday.

2 - Do you have an open fire in your house? Would you like one? Idk what that is, but it doesn’t sound appealing as I live in a tropical country as it is. More heat would just be uncomfortable.

3 - Are you a fan of making things cosy? What kind of things do you do to make your home feel cosy and snug? Cozy is nice, of course, but I wouldn’t always invest in them. I’d want my own place to have scented candles and fluffy pillows and blankets, but those three things are probably enough for me. I don’t really need fairy lights or oil diffusers or whatever.

4 - Do you still buy DVD’s or do you just use Netflix? Netflix. The last time I received a DVD was around...2013 maybe? when my mom gave me a DVD of Gone with the Wind for Christmas. I haven’t sought them out since, since everything is now online anyway.

5 - What kind of games console(s) do you have? What kind of games are your favourite? I grew up around video games but of all the people in my family who enjoys them, I was and am literally the only one who was never any good. I learned to be content with just watching my dad and cousins from the side, haha. Anyway, at home we’re currently using the PS3, PS4, and Switch.

6 - What was the last thing you had to drink? Water.

7 - Do you like things to be colour-coordinated or does it not bother you? Not for absolutely everything, but sure. My notes, back when I was still in school, were always color-coordinated. Also, when my parents asked me to reorganize their closets when I was younger, I liked fixing their clothes according to color too.

8 - Are you a big reader? Do you own many books that you’ve not gotten around to reading yet? I used to be, as a kid. Everyone called me bookworm and I embraced that title, haha. Then I got depressed and that never went away and everything got busy in life, and I was just slowly unable to finish books that I kept buying until I stopped reading altogether. I definitely have a number of books that are still unfinished to this day.

9 - Are you a fan of scented candles? What kind of scent(s) do you like? Mmm no, but I can see the appeal. I’d love to try buying one or two one of these days. They’d probably be perfect for Friday evenings after a work week.

10 - Do you believe that black cats are bad luck? No. I don’t believe in symbols like that. It��s also so frustrating hearing that black cats are still among the least-adopted animals in my country, because it only means people continue to believe in that ridiculous mindset.

11 - What’s your favourite breed of dog? Have you ever owned that breed before? Every breed is my favorite, except for, honestly, chihuahuas and pugs.

12 - Do you have laundry that needs to be done right now? No.

13 - Who or what was the last thing you shouted at? My family was playing Pictionary during the blackout yesterday and that was just a lot of constant yelling, lol

14 - Is there anything in your home that needs repairing or replacing? One of our electric fans broke a few months ago and we have a couple of leaks in the ceiling of our dining room which make it inconvenient whenever it rains. One of the lightbulbs in the kitchen is also close to going out, but I think my dad has already bought a replacement bulb for it.

15 - What kind of phone do you have? Do you use it often? iPhone 8. I’ve definitely been using it a lot recently. My depression for the last two or so months has made me reliant on background noise, so I have YouTube Autoplay all day long. I’m starting to see the effects on the battery hahaha, but it’s okay as I plan to get a new phone once I can finally afford a monthly plan.

16 - Who was the last person you spoke to on video chat? I was on video call with Angel and our HR supervisor on our first day last Monday.

17 - When was the last time you took any medication? Is this something you have to do regularly? I think it was a Biogesic for my headache, which is the only kind of pill I ever take anyway. No, I only pop one whenever I feel my temples start to throb, which isn’t too often.

18 - Where do you keep your shoes when you’re not wearing them? We have a storage space under the stairs, where our shoe rack also is. All my shoes are on there as we’re not allowed to bring any shoes upstairs (welcome to Asian homes, hahaha).

19 - Is your room/home generally clean and tidy? How long would you say you spent on housework each day? It’s clean. I don’t move around in here much except to sit at my desk to work and then sleep at the end of the day, so. As for housework, my mom’s a total control freak when it comes to chores, so even though I always want to help she wants things done her way, the steps of which only she knows.

20 - If you could have any snack in the world right now, what would you pick? What about a drink to go with it? I don’t have any particular craving right now, actually...maybe sushi? Deep fried maki sounds great rn. Just water would be fine.

21 - What’s everyone else in your household doing right now? Dad drove out for his work and my mom tagged along. No clue what my siblings are doing downstairs as I haven’t showed myself today so far.

22 - What was the last new item you bought for your home? (something like curtains or furniture, not something unique for you like clothes). Mom bought new plates as she felt like replacing the plate set we’ve had and been using since first moving here in ‘08. She also got a new tornado mop after the old one broke.

23 - Do you have a favourite mug to drink out of? Does your favourite change depending on what you’re going to be drinking? Yeah I used to love my color-changing mug with the wi-fi design, but now I’ve been using my mom’s Starbucks copper mug the most. As for the second question, no it doesn’t work that way for me. I’ll drink anything in my current favorite mug.

24 - What are five things you like to have within arms reach when you’re sat on the computer or settled down to watch TV? Phone, laptop charger, a hairtie, a blanket, and the cleaning cloth for my glasses.

25 - When doing surveys, do you have a certain routine or anything, or do you just sit and do them whenever and whatever? I don’t have a ~routine per se but I do have a few traditions, so to speak:

I prefer a cup of coffee to accompany me while taking them though I don’t always follow this, like now.

If I’m taking surveys in public, like at a coffee shop, I zoom out my Chrome to around 67% so that no one could see what I’m doing.

I try to check out Bzoink everyday for new survey leads, but sometimes Tumblr will be filled with good surveys (like now - there are so many good ones floating around on here recently??? I’m so not complaining) and I keep track of them by liking those survey posts to take in the future.

I generally avoid bolding surveys, but when I do take one I prefer to actually answer each item, so that it doesn’t end too quickly for me.

#survey #surveys

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 4 years ago

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Hi!~ you can just call me Alex, please!~ I would like to be anon if that is ok lol the fandoms I want are A3!, Haikyuu!!, and Naruto! 🥰 SFW and NSFW is alright with me! 😉 whatever is comfortable lol

Alright so, intro info! I’m a Capricorn sun, Sagittarius moon and Virgo Ascendant. My modality is Cardinal 53%, Fixed 37%, Mutable 11%. My elements are Earth 51%, Water 36%, Fire 10% and Air 3%. My MBTI is INFJ. I’m also a HuffleClaw with a bit of Slytherin. I have was born with Turner Syndrome. I have ADHD, Autism, Anxiety and Depression. I am agender and I use they/them pronouns though she/her are alright since I’m used to those pronouns lol I am still exploring my sexuality, I am very open dating anyone of any gender so I would say I’m bi/panromantic, however I do strongly connect with the asexual spectrum since trust is a big deal for me lol

I had a coarctation or narrowing of the arota at 6 days old and was pronounced dead on the way to Children’s Hospital. I had open heart surgery soon afterwards. My grandmother was told that with all the mental health issues I could have due to TS, I could be super smart or I wouldn’t even be able to remember my own name. The doctor’s said I would be bad at math. My parents divorced when I was 10 and my little brother was 6. Both of them remarried, my dad once and our mol several times. Though, I won’t go more into that lol just to save you the details, our grandparents raised us and life was -is- really messy ahah

I’m currently going to college. I was supposed to graduate last semester, but I changed my major several times in the last 2 years lol 😂😂 I was a biology major and wanted to work in marine bio/ wildlife conservation and start my own rehab places for marine/terrestrial mammals. I am now a Middle School Education major with areas of concentration in science and language arts with a minor in TESL ( Teaching English as a Second Language). I want to teach English in Japan! 😊 As far as grade school, I always made As/Bs witout even trying and I loved to read, so much so that I got an award for it in 5th grade! I was quiet yet loud and super awkward as a kid 🤣🤣 I actually loved science a lot and even took AP courses until highschool because the teacher I would have taken in highschool was a really bad teacher who if he had family members and didn’t like them, he wouldn’t like you. He taught my father and his sister and didn’t like them, so least to say young and impressionable me noped out of that fast 😂😂

For a while, I wanted to be a Forensic Antropologist like Temeperance from Bones! 😊 however, we didn’t have a anthro major at my college, only chem lol so, when I started taking upper level courses, I quickly found I much prefer bio to chem 🤣🤣 I still dislike math as I have my whole life, but since I got to college, I’ve only made below a B in one math related course! 🥰

Ok sorry for a lot of random info 🤣🤣 onto other things! So, I’m very shy and quiet at first, but when I get comfortable around someone, that’s when the wierd comes out 🤣 I’m very passionate about education and science! I am a Christian and am very passionate about equality. I also firmly believe in redistributing millionare/billionares’ wealth.

I grew up watching anime and still love it to this day. I have strong connection with Japanese culture because anime was the gateway into learning about it and anime will always have a special place in my heart because of it! Japanese culture and really most if not all Asian cultures resonate with me because of the morals anime had taught me. I firmly believe in balance and hamrony with nature! I was introduced to kpop in middle school and have been a fan ever since lol 🤣 I also like pop/alternative music lol I like P!NK, Linkin Park, Adele and a few others lol

As I mention with wanting to be a marine biologist, I really love animals!~ 💕💜 my favs are otters, foxes, cats of all kinds, dogs, wolves, dolphins, and honey badgers! I currently have a Korat named Lila (li-lah like lilac) she is a very unique cat 🤣 she’s super curious and sorta a crackhead lol I did have a yorkie terrier named Sarah and a miniature schnauzer named Star, but since last June, we had to put both of them down 🥺 Sarah got cancer suddenly late last year and a few months ago Star had congestive heart failure. They were 13 and 14 respectively. They were amazing dogs! Sarah loved to swim and hunt little creatures and was the energetic one while Star was the grouchy old lady 🤣🤣

I also love anything fantasy/superhero! I love HP, LOTR, and Marvel! My fav genre of anime is shounen obvi lol 🤣Lol I also love learning other languages! I took French in highschool and two semester of Mandarin in college lol ( I need to brush up on both 🤣🤣) I am currently trying to learn Japanese! I wanna also learn Korean, Welsh, and Irish! I hope to go teach English in Japan via the JET program at my college! 🥰 I will more than likely stay in Japan after I stay the 5 max years through the JET program!

I also really love video games! I wanna play Persona 5 soo bad 🤣🤣 Horzon: Zero Dawn, the Legend of Zelda series, the Pokemon series and Animal Crossing: New Horizons are some of my favorites lol

Hmmm… what else to say? 🤣 I am typically the mom friend of the group ahaha oh! I am 4’9” and weigh 140 so I’m kinda chubby 😅 I am very self concious about my body. I have green eyes and I wear small, black rectangular glasses. I have moles and freckles all over my body. I have a dyed blonde bob with a brunnette undercut. I don’t have any piercings yet but I do have one tattoo on my inner left ankle!

I am stubborn, passionate, caring, empathetic, understanding, loving, loud, quiet, awkward, hyper, enthusiastic, curious, and I can procrastinate at times due to my ADHD lol I also love to have plans lol I like things to be organized and clean, but I don’t mind ‘organized chaos’ sometimes lol I am also very loyal to my friends. I prefer having a few super close friends than having tons of aquaintances.

Ok so dating lol um I’ve never actually dates anyone before 🙈 I’m also a virgin lol trust is a big issue for me, like aforementioned my parents divorce affected me a lot and I have a strained relationship with each of them due to the divorce and the events over the years afterwards. Plus, as a Capricorn, school/career is my main focus. I’m so busy with college and trying to figure myself out, I haven’t got time for dating ahaha so my irl soulmate will need to be a hell of a person and have the patience of a saint to deal with me 🤣

Even though I have never been in a relationship, out of curiousity and wanting to be knowledgeable, I have researched BDSM lol 😂 I am definitely not into slave/master, whipping, or anything super hardcore at all lol though, mild stuff like toys, handcuffs, spanking, biting, dirty talk, brat/tamer or daddy (mommy)/ little girl and blindfolds would be stuff I’m willing to try out lol basically, some light pain, toys and anything where I can be submissive and cast my cares away while still being able to be sassy/defiant suits me 🤣

Oh! For the purposes of this matchup, just male characters is fine lol like I said, I’m still trying to figure myself out so, for simplicities sake, assuming heteronorms is alright lol

Hmm as far as a type of guy I like, I can give you some anime examples 😂 Portgas D. Ace from One Piece, Itachi/Kakashi/Shikamaru from Naruto, Roy Mustang (also shoutout to Solf J. Kimblee as a guilty mention 🤣) from FMA!B, Kisuke Urahara from Bleach, Zuko/Sokka fron ATLA, Gintoki/Kamui/Takasugi/Shinpachi/Hijikata/Katsura from Gintama, Daisuke Kanbe from The Millionare Detective- Balance:Unlimited, Shinso Hitoshi/Shindo Yo from BNHA/MHA, Levi/Beel from Obey Me!, Itaru/Omi/Sakyo/Misuki/Tsuzuru/Kazunari/Banri from A3! And many more 🤣🤣 sorry for the long list lol basically to sum it up my type is kinda laid back, a lil perverted, confident, dominant, funny, teasing/flirty, caring, intellgent, mysterious, passionate and stubborn lol

Well, I hope that was enough info to get a good in depth matchup 🤣🤣 I feel like I gave too much but I wanna try to make it as detailed for y’all as possible so you can have an easier time with the matchup ahah thanks a lot, I love your blog and keep doing the good work you are doing! 🥰❤️💜💕 be sure to take care of yourselves and I hope y’all have a great weekend!! 🥰

( I apologize for sending it a second time, but there was some stuff I wanted to add that I forgot to mention until I after I sent in the first one 😭 again, I sincerely apologize!)

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Hello Alex and thank you for submitting with us! And thank you for supporting us! I hope you enjoy the boys I paired you with!

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I choose Kiba to be your Naruto boyfriend! when he first sees you, and how quiet and shy you are, Kiba will definitely want to bring your inner playfulness out! And when he sees that you do have some playfulness in you, he will see that you became comfortable enough around him that your inner weird came out! And that would really pull at Kiba’s heartstrings! Kiba will also find it fascinating that you like different types of culture, and how the world works via science and education! He isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he will definitely appreciate how you think, since he wants harmony in the world too! He will love the fact that you love animals and he will love the fact that you want to be a marine biologist! Being an animal lover himself, he will marry you right on the spot, just for that!

Since you are the mom friend of the group, you can totally take care of Kiba! It might not be the best, but Kiba would really love and appreciate you taking the time out of your day to do stuff for him, even if he didn’t ask for it! He will love your buddy, it being curvy and easy to hold onto, if you know what I mean wink wink. He will find your little beauty marks to be charming and I see him poking your moles and freckles every so often when he is bored! And when you tell him that you want to get tattoos, hell yeah! He will want to be there for when you get your first one!

Kiba will love the fact that you are passionate about your studies, and you main focus is school and your career! He will love the fact that you are don’t want anyone to mess up your future, and where you want to go in life! He may be a bit on the impatient side, but when he is with you, he will understand the need for patience and why it is important! He will also love the fact that you are so loyal to your friends! He doesn’t want to date anybody who isn’t loyal or isn’t compassionate to the people around them, so that will definitely be a plus in your book!

For the spicy stuff, Kiba at first would not know what he is doing but once he figures it out, ho boy, you are in a for a treat! Biting, lots of biting, and him being just very dominant, wanting to please you and make you feel like you are on cloud nine! He will let you do what you want, if it means that you are going to like what you guys do in the bedroom! From the biting to the dirty talk, he is up for anything!

I choose Sakyo to be your A3! boyfriend! Sakyo will see your shy and quiet persona and think nothing much of it, but once you get comfortable around him, enough so that your inner weirdness comes out to play, he will be surprised that you were hiding such a fun and cheerful person away from him! He will also like the fact that you are passionate about science and education, since Sakyo himself is definitely one to go to science for something that can’t be explained, and he is one to like education too, since it gives you wisdom on subjects you didn’t know about before! He will love the fact that you love his culture so much, from the anime to the actual history of Japan. He will feel that you super educated on the subject, and will be appreciative of how much you love where he is from!

Sakyo will find it adorable that you love animals, and he find it admirable that you want to become a marine biologist! It is a hard job, learning about all kinds of animals, and then discovering new ones! Yeah he will find it very impressive! And if you were to ever tell him that you want a dog or some kind of really cute animal, he will never able to say no to you! So you should use that to your advantage! As for video games, he isn’t one for the, but if you ever try to get him to play with you, he will have a hard time saying no! It will frustrate him though, that you’d keep beating him at all of them!

As for appearances, I feel Sakyo wouldn’t care about what you like, it’’s all about what is on the inside, and when he sees that you are a passionate, loving, caring, a mother figure to your friends, loyal to them, and empathetic to the people around you, he will just know that you are the person for him! Seriously, yeah he might like your curvy body, but what will really give make him like you is the fact that you are just a really nice person for people to be around! He will definitely understand the sentiment of having just a few close friends, than having like twenty acquaintances.

Sakyo will love the fact that you’d rather focus on your studies than have a boyfriend that could distract you from your future career! He would be glad to wait for you to accept him, until you are stable in your career and would be able to start dating you like he wants! And for a little spicy time, he would be a dominant as all hell. Like he would be so into dirty talk and taking you to heaven with his mouth. You might tell him you want to some like spanking and biting, and he might be into the biting, but the spanking makes him feel a little weird, so he might do it as often. But! If you ask, him he will have no reason to say no! So you better have fun with him!

I choose Iwaizumi as your Haikyuu boyfriend! Much like Sakyo, Iwaizumi will see you shy and timid demeanor and think nothing of it, and if anything, he will think it is kind of cute, but would have an inkling that you are more than you put out. And once Iwaizumi sees that, yes, you are more than shy, that you have your weird quirks and can be quite loud, he will find you even more cute, what with the way you act around him and not the others! He will find it so cute that you only act like that with him and nobody else! And much like Sakyo, he will find it awesome that you like his culture so much! From the anime to the language, and everything else! He would even offer to help you learn the language and such, to help you better understand his culture! Iwaizumi love the fact that you like superheroes and practically anything fantasy! I suspect that Iwaizumi also love Marvel and such! I also feel like Iwaizumi is extremely good at video games, so when he plays with you, make sure you try your best to win against him!

Iwaizumi will feel a bond with you being like the mom friend, since he has to constantly watch over Oikawa like he is his child! And for appearances, much like Kiba, I feel as though Iwaizumi will see your blemishes and your curvy body and think it is just uniquely you! Something that he associates with you alone! And the uniqueness will definitely get him to really like you! But I feel like he will really like girls in glasses so that is a definite plus for you!

Iwaizumi will love the fact, like the others, that you are a loving and caring person. Someone that is passionate and driven! And the fact that you have all your plans thought out and organized in your own way? Oh yeah, he would definitely like that! And the fact that you are so passionate about your future that you’d much rather focus on that instead of being in a relationship! He’d understand, would he hate that fact that he has to wait for you to be stable in your career? Yes, he wouldn’t like it one bit, but he wouldn’t leave you because of it! Will he wait for you? Most definitely!

For the spicy stuff, ahahahaha Iwaizumi. He is like. A dominant bottom, he’s okay with essentially whatever you want to do, as long you both are having a good time, and you guys are feeling good! As for the biting and the spanking and all the kinky things you want to try out, he’d be into it, he’d just wouldn’t know how to go about it, so it would be a learning experience for the both of you! In the end, Iwaizumi would be into a lot of things you guys tried! So beware what he has in store for you in the future!

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ubernoxa · 5 years ago

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A Stupid Dare - Chapter 11: A Pair of Idiots

A Guns N’ Roses FanFic

Chapter Summary: Duff and Delilah being cute. That’s it. That’s the chapter

“Good morning,” Delilah woke to Duff’s hot breath on her back.

“Good morning, Duffles,” Delilah giggled back at Duff’s confused reaction.

“Duffles?”

“Yeah, Duffles,” Delilah replied messing up his already messy bleached puff of hair.

“I’m gonna go make some breakfast,” Delilah wiggled her way out of Duff’s arms. Once she stood up she immediately felt Duff pull her back down.

“Hey!” Delilah squealed as she fell back onto the mattress.

“What’s up?” Duff asked as he wrapped his arms gently around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Hopefully the roof, I’m not a fan of getting rained on,” Delilah replied earning a chuckle from Duff and a frustrated groan from Slash.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you,” Delilah said as Slash’s eyes fluttered open.

“It’s okay,” He lied as he rolled over and covered his head with a pillow.

Once he heard her leave, Slash threw his pillow over towards where Duff sat.

“what the fuck!” Duff easily caught the pillow that was thrown at him.

“I’m not saying that I want you two to have sex in your bed because I don’t wanna see that, but you seriously need to fuck her or something,” Slash said in a hushed tone, so Delilah wouldn’t hear him.

“Dude,”

“Seriously, it was absolutely painful watching you last night. Don’t get me started on this morning. How long were you watching her sleep. That’s creepy shit if I ever knew it,” Slash defensively held his arms up as he spoke.

“Slash,” Duff sighed as he plopped back into his.

“I don’t care how fuckin cute she looks. Just fuck her. Fuck her then date her. Date her and then fuck her. I don’t care just do something. If you won’t I will,” Duff threw the pillow back at Slash nailing him in the face.

“Chill out Duff, I’m only fucking with you. Just be more blunt with her about your intentions,,” Slash laugh before rolling back and went back to sleep.

Delilah stood in the kitchen searching through the cabinets hoping to find something to make for breakfast for the guys.

“Looking for something?” Delilah almost jumped as someone wrapped their arms around her waist.

“Food,” Delilah’s words were no louder than a whisper.

“What are you making?” Duff quickly opened the fridge to look through the food that Mags and the other girls had bought for them.

“I don’t know, maybe breakfast bowls?”

“Delly, what’s that?” Delilah’s heart skipped a beat when she heard him call her Delly.

“Well Duffles,” she paused and looked at the sly grin that was plastered on his face. She smiled to herself as she noticed that he might actually like her nickname for him. Little did she know that Duff would let her call him anything.

“A breakfast bowl is a bunch of random meat, potatoes, eggs, and vegetables. My brother and I would make it all the time back home. It looks like you don’t have any eggs, so random meat and potatoes it is,” Delilah shrugged as she found a bag of potatoes in a random cabinet.

She looked cute with her hair an absolute mess. Duff gently tucked a long strand of hair behind her petite ear. They locked eyes for a moment and both of them froze.

Delilah was panicking. She was internally screaming. Should she say something? Should she mess with his hair? Should she go and cook?

“Hey Del, are you making us food?” Axl’s words caused Delilah to take a step away from Duff and turn towards Axl. It was like the spell that had been casted over her and Duff had been lifted.

“Breakfast bowls,” Delilah smiled when she received a smile from him.

“Duff, are these potatoes good? Or have they gone bad?” Delilah rambled as she handed one of the potatoes to Duff. He immediately sniffed it and shrugged.

“Seem fine to me,” he shrugged back to Delilah.

“What do you ever know about potatoes?” The words sounded sour as they left Axl’s mouth. He clearly wasn’t a morning person.

“They don’t give the last name McKagan to the French,” Duff cockily replied.

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Delilah stood in Mag’s bathroom staring at her reflection. If only her parents could see her now, a smirk unknowingly formed on her lips.

“You should wear this,” Mags handed Delilah a ‘skirt’ as Mags called it.

“Mags this ‘skirt’ is barely longer than the one I wore when we first met,” Delilah protested as she held the fabric in her hands.

“This skirt, unlike the fabric you wore that night we met, is form fitting and won’t flash every living soul,” Mags quickly rebuttaled as she walked into the bathroom.

“Why can’t I wear pants?” Delilah wined leaning back on the toilet.

“Because it’s going to be 104 degrees Fahrenheit out tonight. I dont want you to pass out or melt from the heat!”

“Don’t underestimate me, I once wore a floor length dress with long sleeves in 90 plus degree weather,” Delilah teased back earning a laugh from Mags.

“Oh Honey,” Mags shouted emphasizing the O in honey.

“Unless your dress was made of leather, it’s not comparable. Your dress let your skin breathe. You will BOIL if you wear those pants. I love you Del but COME ON,” Mags replied as she comically waved her arms in the air for added dramatic effect.

“Plus girl you got legs that are to die for. Why not show them off?” Mags added earning a smile from Delilah.

“Fine!” Delilah agreed and put on the skirt. Even though this skirt was only a little longer than her old one, she almost felt comfortable in it.

“So who is Motley Crue?”

“They are the band the boys are opening for tonight. They are all borderline insane and from some of the shit I see them pull, I don’t know how they are still alive,” Mag’s laughter filled the bathroom where the two of them were getting ready.

“Oh,” was all Delilah could reply.

“This one guy Nikki, I have seen him light himself on fire both on stage and at parties. Im also pretty sure their guitarist is a vampire or alien or something. Their singer is hot though, but he knows it. I honestly don’t remember the last time I saw him without a girl literaly swooning over him. Their drummer is a sweetheart at times though, BUT those are the ones you gotta watch out for. They are a little much for me, so I usually stay away from them,” Mags focuses on the mirror as she spoke trying to fix her makeup. She wanted to look perfect for Derek tonight. Also known as the guy who she has been spending every other night with. She was excited to introduce him to Delilah and Stevie.

“A little much?”

“They make great music, but they are comple sleze bags too. The Nikki guy who lights himself on fire, he is the worst,” Mags added leaving the bathroom leaving Delilah alone.

“Hey it’s my favorite girls!” Delilah smiled as Stevie hugged the two of them as they entered the back stage area.

“Wow this place is nice,” Mags commented on the clean doors and mirrors. On top of everything there were even multiple rooms backstage.

The girls quickly followed Stevie who was in no way sober to a door that had a piece of torn paper with Guns N’ Roses written on it in sloppy handwriting.

“Look what the trash dragged it!” Stevie yelled as he walked into the small room.

“Cat not trash Stevie. Nice try though. It might help next time if you were a little less drunk,” Mags teased.

Everyone was sitting around drinking, well everyone except Axl and Izzy.

“Hey Delly!” Delilah smiled at Duff who motioned for her to come sit next to him. She walked over towards him without hesitation and plopped down next to him. To say she had been waiting all afternoon to see him was an understatement. She even wrote a couple of puns to hopefully get a laugh out of Duff.

Mag quickly shot her brother a raised eyebrow as she watched Delilah or ‘Delly’ sit next to Duff who immediately shrugged and sat down next to Slash. He loved his sister dearly, but he wasn’t gonna cock block his band mate for the rest of his life. He tried, but some things will always find a way. Atleast it was Duff and not Axl.

“So are you girls coming to the party tonight,” Slash asked only shortly realizing what was going on. He was too preoccupied with his guitar earlier.

“Party?” Delilah asked as Duff pulled Delilah onto his lap earning a glare from Mags.

“Yeah with Crue. They always have these big parties at their place after they play. Are you coming?” Duff asked as he mindlessly played with her hair.

“Mags you going?” Delilah asked across the room.

Mags wanted nothing more than to say no, and forbid Delilah from going. She sighed. She wasn’t Delilah’s Mom and it wasn’t her place. The least she could do was look after the girl.

“Hell yeah” Stevie turned towards his sister, and this time it was his turn to send a confused look her way. Mags hated the boys of Motley Crue more than she hated Axl. Why did she agree to go?

Little did he know that Mags wanted to yell no. She wanted to ‘forbid’ Delilah from going because she knew what happened at those parties, but she couldn’t. If she said no it would bring both unwanted drama and stores she would have to share which she was in no mood to share, so she agreed to go. At least this way she could also keep an eye on Delilah.

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“You were amazing!” Delilah cheered as Duff and the rest of the guys walked in from the stage.

“Not tooo shabby!” Mags gave her brother a hug after a performance well done not giving a care in the world about him being drenched in sweat. She was proud. It was about time that all of his hard work was paying off.

Stevie and Mags led their small group back to their room backstage or as Delilah earlier called it the kingdom of booze.

Before Delilah could walk away and meet up with Mags at the front of the line she felt Duff’s fingers intertwine with hers. She froze and shot a confused looked towards him.

“Come Delly, walk with me,” he whispered into her ear before placing his cowboy hat onto her head. She looked even cuter with the giant smile that formed on her face. She was beautiful.

She obliged. Her heart felt like it was going to explode. She assumed only drunk Duff saw her as attractive, and sober Duff only saw her as a friend, nothing more.

“Did ya like the show?”

“Yeah, I just told you I did Duffy,” she giggled back.

“Well I like you saying that you liked the show,” his smile was setting her heart on fire. Butterflies were causing chaos in her stomach as she tried to form some sort of reply.

“Hey, did you hear about the new restaurant on the strip? It’s called Karama and they don’t have a menu!” Delilah asked Duff mentally preparing herself to make sure she didn’t mess up the joke.

“How do you know what to order?” Duff asked curious into where she was going with this.

“There’s no menu because you get what you deserve,” the two of them laughed like idiots.

Izzy and Duff groaned as they heard Delilah’s pun. “Ohh God it’s a match made in hell,” Izzy muttered under his breath so only slash could hear.

“What’s that?” Mags asked as she pointed to Duff and Delilah holding hands.

“My bassist and your friend,” Stevie causally replied as he poured himself a drink waiting for her to freak out.

“Were you...I don’t know...supposed to cock block him and your entire band?” Mags sarcastically asked stealing her brother’s drink. Was she happy? No. Not even in the slightest.

She then watched as Duff and Delilah walked in giggling about what Mags could only assume to be one of his stupid puns. That’s when her heart melted a little. Only a couple of hours ago was Delilah on the verge of tears about leaving her family and her old life behind.

Stevie smiled as he noticed Mags relax when Duff and Delilah walked into the room laughing and giggling without a care in the world. How was he supposed to keep those two apart? Hell he would bet that they would lighten a dark room.

“Well I did at first, but this isn’t what happened last time. From what I heard they’re taking it slow. Duff might do stupid things, but I trust him to watch over her. He’s a good guy. Plus how am I supposed to keep those two apart,” Stevie pointed over towards Delilah who currently had a strand of Duff’s hair places above her upper lip like a mustache. They were acting like a pair of idiots.

Mags remained silent as she watched the two of them giggle. Delilah needed this. Mags knew Delilah needed someone to distract her and cheer her up, but she just wished it could have been her instead of Duff.

“Hey Mags,” Delilah shouted across the room noticing her friends saddened mood. Delilah went to return Duff’s hat, bur he quickly gave it back to her whispering into her ear, “Delly this looks way better on you,” followed by a quick kiss on her cheek. He could feel Mags stares across the room.

“Wanna go and listen to the show?” Delilah added as she finished her drink and walked over towards Mags who quickly followed her. Delilah was hoping that watching Motley Crue would raise Mag’s spirit. She hated seeing Mags down.

The two girls walked towards the stage. The original plan was to watch the show from the audience, but Mags quickly changed her mind when she noticed how packed the bar was. She always admired Crue fans, but they were ‘alot’ and Mags didn’t want Delilah to feel uncomfortable. She heard that a could girls were taking their bras off and throwing them at Vince during the show. They found a spot backstage where they could clealy hear the music while keeping out of the groupie’s way.

About half way through the set, Mags finally got the courage to ask Delilah the question that had been burning at her, “so you and Duff?”

“I have no idea. He so sweet and kind and funny, but I don’t know if he likes me back. What if he is just being nice?”

Mags laughed at Delilah’s cluelessness. “Del, first off he calls you Delly. He is making lists of real bad puns and jokes for you to laugh at. Don’t get me started on the way he looks at you,” Delilah blushed at Mag’s words even though they came out more of frustrated than sweet.

Mags froze for a second and wondered if Duff was Delilah’s first crush. She never heard Delilah once mention any guys outside her ex fiancé.

“So you’re not a fan of Duff,” Delilah raised her eyebrow.

“Ugh, how do I explain it,” Mags grunted and leaned back against the wall.

“He is going to be a rockstar. I’ve been on this strip long enough to know what happens here,” Mags watched as all of the excitement that once filled Delilah evaporate. Mags was mentally scolding herself. Why did her mouth deceive her like that?

“I just thought,” Mags watched as Delilah pull her knees into her chest.

“Well how about we make a deal,” Mags paused waiting for Delilah to look up.

“A deal?”

“You can date Duff, but if he hurts you I will beat the living hell out of him,” Delilah nodded and laughed as Mags hugged her.

“Come on let’s get back to the guys, cow girl. There is a huge after party that you are not going to want to be sober for,” their laughter filled the hallway as the walked back towards the room.

#guns and roses #duff mckagan #gunsandroses #axl rose #gnr #axl #duff mckagan / oc #slash #guns n roses #steven adler #the dare fanfic #the dare

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The Perfect Stranger

Special thanks at @fandom-mashup for beta-ing this piece of work. I hope you guys enjoy this!

Peter wasn’t sure if he was ready for this again. He didn’t have the best track records in dating. Most times it ended up in someone getting hurt because of him. Almost always with his heart being broken. He had come up with three hundred reasons (and counting) to not do this, and yet he was throwing himself back into the fire pit. He was obviously a masochist, if his side job wasn’t already enough of a hint.

“Peter!” Peter spun around to the sound of his name and his heart skipped when he saw Spencer jogging towards him. That bright sunshine smile was enough to dispel any last-minute doubts floating around in Peter’s mind. “Sorry, I’m late,” Spencer's hands fell to his knees and he panted. “You didn’t wait long, right?”

“No, no,” Peter shook his head. “I just got here.” Fifteen minutes ago... maybe twenty.

“Great, I would hate to make you wait,” Spencer reached out for Peter and wrapped himself around Peter’s arm, their bodies flushed together. Peter kept the squawk at the back of his throat away from Spencer’s ears. “So, where to?” Spencer tilted his head up with expectations in his eyes. Peter wasn’t sure if Spencer was doing all of this on purpose or if he was just that naturally adorable. Either way, it should be illegal because the charm is working.

“We could walk around Central Park if you want?”

“Yeah, I haven’t been able to laze around there for so long,” Spencer sighed into Peter’s shoulder.

“Seriously?” Peter paused and furrowed his eyebrows. “I thought you just moved here.”

The sunshine smile on Spencer’s face cracked at the corner of his lips but if Peter noticed he chose to ignore it. Spencer ducked his head away from Pete’s eyes, “I uh, did but I used to visit here a lot when I was younger.” That’s the first time he’s ever heard that from Spencer. It shouldn’t have been odd since New York City got thousands of tourists each day. Most Americans either had family living in the city or used it as a big vacation spot to mark off things on their bucket list. He just thought it would be something Spencer would definitely mention over the past few weeks. “It’s really no big deal, it was so long ago,” Spencer tugged on his arm.

“Cool, we can just take it slow then,” Peter tore his eyes away from Spencer and began to lead the way to Central Park. Any wary thoughts in his mind about Spencer went quiet after that moment.

“So despite any of your conclusion-jumping thoughts, it was not my fault that I was late,” They were only a few minutes into their stroll in Central Park, but Spencer was already on a spiel about why he was not to be blamed for being late. “Seriously, I had everything planned out…”

Spencer really loved to talk. He would find a conversation in the smallest of things and drag the usual five minute topic out to an hour. It could be overwhelming to Peter who enjoyed a little peace and quiet but he overall enjoyed listening to Spencer’s stories. And he loved(too soon) liked that Spencer enjoyed listening to his own stories too. He would give Peter room to respond and valued his opinion,genuinely interested in what Peter had to say. It was rare that a conversation grew dull between them.

The thing was when Spencer’s mouth started going at it he tended to let loose a few pieces of information.

“And like when I’m finally ready to leave, my sister tries to take my jacket. I mean it’s her jacket but how could she take it. It completes the outfit and it looks so good on me. I had to wrestle her out of there which is not easy, trust me.”

“You have a sister?” Peter stopped in his tracks. Peter didn’t have a problem with any information Spencer revealed about himself. That was the point of going out on a date: to get to know each other. In fact, Peter was open to learning everything he could about Spencer; he wasn’t the issue.

The problem was that Spencer didn’t seem to share the same sentiments.

Spencer voice fell silent , “Yeah, I have a sister.” A short and quick answer, no stories, no pictures, no further details. Whenever Spencer realized he spilled certain details about himself to Peter, he would quickly try to switch the conversation or divert Peter’s attention elsewhere. Peter wouldn’t go so far to call himself a professional detective, but after years of crime-fighting and carrying out multiple investigations you pick up on a few things. The most obvious would be Spencer’s relentless avoidance on any topics about his family or home. Peter does not get the feeling that Spencer comes from a bad home. With the few slip-ups that have happened Spencer sounded very content with his home life, but he’s been wrong before. The only things that Peter knew about Spencer’s family or home life was that Spencer cooks, always has hot water, and now has a sister to which he has no picture nor a name to match to.

In addition to Spencer’s secret family, he also never named friends. Unlike his family, Spencer would freely tell Peter many stories and adventures about his friends-- nameless friends with very little descriptions and again no pictures. Peter had to wonder if this is what having a personal conversation with Spider-Man sounded like. Peter had to stick names to the people in Spencer’s stories like the annoying neighbor, a frequent in Spencer’s tales. Peter has managed to put together that the man had to be very tall and muscular( thankfully sounded older, hopefully not handsome). The facts were that Spencer obviously didn’t want Peter knowing some things. Why the knowledge of his sister would be filed under classified in Spencer’s mind was a mystery Peter was still trying to solve.

Spencer eyes snapped over to a lake ahead of them,“Oh, look, they are doing boat rides.” And there was Spencer’s distraction. Peter had gotten used to Spencer’s deflections by now. He played along with it for the most part, but there were moments he was tempted to use the covert interrogation techniques he managed to learn from Cat and take a crack at Spencer. Dig until he found his answers.

Peter glanced over at the lake with several boats already drifting on it and looked back at Spencer’s innocent eyes. “You sure?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun!” Spencer grabbed Peter’s hand and dragged him over.

If Spencer wasn’t ready to share then Peter would respect that. It’s not like Spencer was the only one keeping secrets.

“Ummm, Spencer?” Peter started as he continued to row both of them out. Spencer liked the idea of a row boat but hated rowing, leaving it up to Peter to take the fancy dame out to the good scenery on the lake. He had a feeling that rowing was not the only thing Spencer disliked on a boat.

“Mmmm.” Spencer hummed. He had his eyes set down on the water while spot between his eyebrows scrunched up.

“Do you like water?”

Spencer didn’t react to Peter’s question. His eyes flicked up to get a quick glance at Peter before going back down to the water, “Why would you ask that?”

“Well, you’ve been glaring at it from some time now.”

Spencer snapped his head up and sighed, “I don’t hate it.” He looked around at the nearest land which was a good distance away from them.

“Is it that you can’t swim?” Cause that was the first conclusion everyone jumped to when a person didn’t like water.

“I can swim,” Spencer shrugged. “I just don’t like being wet most times.”

“Most times?” Peter raised an eyebrow. “What about the beach? You said you love the beach.”

“It’s different,” Spencer shrugged, “and no one goes to the beach to really swim.” Spencer said it was like some unwritten rule Peter has never heard of.

“Then what go to the beach to do?”

“Tan, take some pictures, beach volleyball, and show off your new swimsuit,” Spencer smirked.

“Pool Party?”

“An excuse to get drunk while showing off your new swimsuit.”

“Skinny dipping?”

“That’s unfair.”

“You need to get wet.”

“But you’re doing it for the sex.”

“Touche.”

Spencer rolled his eyes and chuckled before staring back down at the water. He stretched his hand down and ran it through the green water. Spencer attention steadied on the ripples he created in the still water. Peter tilted his head with his gaze heavy on his date . As if reading Peter’s mind Spencer spoke, “I’m not scared of water. It’s just,” Spencer paused and fixed himself further away from the edge of the boat, “I just have a complicated relationship with water.”

Peter stopped rowing, “We could go back.” Farwell that wasted fifteen dollars.

“No, no,” Spencer shook his head and leaned back on his hands. “Honestly I’m fine Peter. This is romantic. I like it.”

“You do?” Peter pursed his lips.

Spencer nodded and looked around, “I mean it’s so beautiful.” It was still the early days of October, the green trees have already started to fade into a mixture of oranges and reds. A few already falling onto the water. Spencer took a deep breath in and let it out in content, falling deeper into himself. Rather than admiring the beauty around him, Peter found himself much more distracted with the one in front of him. If there was one word to describe Spencer, it was perfect. Perfect laugh. Perfect hair. Perfect blue eyes that Peter never wanted to look away from. Laughed at his lame jokes. Loved Spider-Man. Interesting. Funny. Smart. Beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Had the most perfect natural lighting that would have any photographer itching to take a photo. Why didn’t he bring his camera? Fuck! He should have brought his camera?! Harry always said that all Peter had to do was wait before the world dropped a beautiful person into his lap. Peter had his issue with the statement, but he couldn’t argue that he has dated some beautiful people in his life. Gwen, Felicia, MJ, and now Spencer and as usual Peter felt he was pitching way out of his league. “It really is peaceful,” Spencer sighed to himself and a moment passed before his eyebrows started to furrow. He could only hear the splash of waves against the boat as they floated along quite different to the bursting sounds of laughter and conversations that surrounded them a few minutes ago. “Like its really quiet.” Spencer straightened up to see only a single boat or two around them. “We are really far out.” Oops. Spencer tried to look back to where they began but it was too far. “How did you row us out here so fast?” He may have used a bit too much Spidey strength.

“I workout,” because that answers everything.

Spencer raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, you are really strong.” He propped his chin up on his arm.

“I chase web-slinging heroes for a living,” Peter stumbled out an excuse, “you gain some muscle on the job.” Spencer looked Peter down from head to toe, observing the bulging muscles hidden underneath is shirt and bit his lip. He moved from his seat to a spot next to Peter. “Uhh Spencer?” Peter was suddenly aware of the secluded area they were in.

“What?” Spencer gave Peter’s bicep a good squeeze and he hummed in delight. “You don’t mind do you?”

“I don’t,” Peter watched Spencer inch in closer.

“It’s such a shame to hide all this under baggy clothes,” Spencer sighed. He leaned in closer, slowly moving hand up from his bicep to his chest.

Peter inched in closer until their noses were almost touching, staring right into Spencer’s eyes, “I’m really loving this but getting sexy in a boat is really uncomfortable.”

Spencer froze with only a small distance keeping his lips from connecting with Peter. Soon after his head dropped and he covered his face, “You couldn’t just enjoy the moment, could you?” Spencer was already moving closer to the edge of his side of the boat away from Peter.

“I’m sorry?” Spencer wasn’t going to believe that apology with the shit-eating grin on his face.

“Well, good luck kissing these lips, Parker.”

“Okay, I am really sorry.”

“Nope, not accepted,” Spencer smirked, “you are going to have to work for it.”

Peter was about to make a comeback with another smartass comment when the buzzing in his head began, and on instinct, Peter grabbed onto the boat with a tight grip. Within a second, Peter was able to spot Iron Man speeding above the river with two smaller flying robots chasing him. Peter had a good guess that they weren’t asking for his autograph. The trio flew over them, causing giant waves to ripple and rock their boat. Peter had a tight grip on the boat and was able to stay inside, but heard a scream and a splash from his neighbouring spot. When the boat settled down Peter rushed to the other side of the boat.

Spencer was threading in lake, no doubt soaked down to every last bone in his body and glaring up at Peter. Well it’s a good thing he really can swim.

Peter managed to rescue Spencer from the lake and drag him back into the boat. They both decided that their short romantic boat ride was over. He saw Falcon and Thor flying from Iron Man’s direction with the two now broken robots in their hands. The Avengers had dealt with it so Peter could sit back and relax for once (yeah it was weird for him too).

“This is hideous,” Spencer stepped out of the bathroom with an ‘I love NYC’ shirt and matching sweatpants. His previously worn clothes were far beyond saving, and had no chance of drying in October weather, so Peter had managed to force Spencer into a generic New York City fan outfit.

“I think it looks kind of cute,” Peter chuckled under his breath.

“Zip it,” Spencer groaned, “I doesn’t help that a fashion disaster like you thinks this is cute.”

Peter took out the towel he bought and reached to dry Spencer’s hair, “Come on, it's not that bad.”

“It is.”

“Is not,” Peter massaged Spencer’s scalp through the towel, “You look cute no matter what.” Spencer’s breath hitched as a light blush dusted his cheeks. Peter started leaning forward before his mind could catch up to his body. Spencer moved his hand to clutch onto Peter’s shirt, and met him halfway to press their lips together. Spencer’s lips were soft and sweet, no doubt from the lip balm Peter would see him apply daily. But there was also this heat Peter could feel. It wasn’t the same kind of warmth Peter was used to feeling when kissing another person, it was hot. Again Peter gets this sense of familiarity that he can’t seem to place, and it drives him crazy for more.

Peter retreated before he reached a point where he couldn’t stop. Spencer’s eyes flutter open, and for a moment they stayed silent. Spencer’s fingers still clutching around Peter’s shirt; Peter hand settled around Spencer’s face. Until Spencer finally spoke, “Aren’t you going to kiss me again?”

Peter happily obliged.

“I’m so glad that my nephew could take a break from his busy schedule to take me shopping today.” Aunt May may have the face of an angel, but he could feel the daggers in those words. Cancelling one too many dinner nights has its consequences. Peter is only lucky that it’s just shopping. Plus…

“You deserve it Aunt May.” Because she always did putting up with flaky behaviour, even if it was for the overall good of the city. But she didn’t know that, so she still got Aunt of the Year. If Peter could beat up bad guys every night, he is sure he could handle a little shopping with his Aunt May… he thinks. Give him a break. He doesn’t get shopping; he picks the cheapest decent thing on the sales rack and heads to the cashier.

“Peter, what do you think, the red or purple?” Aunt May held up two shirts one dark red and the other with a soft purple.

Peter eyes flicked back and forth between the two shirts that Aunt May presented in front of him, “Uhh, I think either one would look good on you Aunt May.”

“Peter, you’re so sweet,” Aunt May chuckled, “but not the answer I was looking for.”

“Sorry Aunt May,” Peter scratched his head. “I’m not much of a shopper, but I will hold all of your bags unconditionally.”

Aunt May went off to find a sales representative while Peter relaxed back on one of the few available seats in the store. He wasn’t much help with shopping but he’s sure that Spencer would be a way better shopping partner for Aunt May. Spencer had a casual style, but it wasn’t hard to tell that his clothes were all selected and bought with a fair amount of thought behind them. He could see Aunt May and Spencer hitting it off quite nicely.

His date with Spencer at the park ended very well, with the expectation of a second date very soon. If things kept up at the pace they were going, Peter was going to want to them to meet. Was that moving too fast? No matter how taken Peter was with Spencer, it didn’t change that Spencer was still very much a stranger. One that wasn’t comfortable opening up about his family or friends. And taking Peter’s unexplainable gravitation towards him out of the equation, he only knew Spencer for a couple of weeks. He didn’t want to introduce a stranger to Aunt May even if he was perfect.

If he had known Spencer for years, it would be different but it was impossible for things to ever be that perfect.

Peter rested on his knees and sighed.

Aunt May was taking longer than expected. He has been sitting here for almost twenty minutes and there was no sign of her coming back. In his own boredom Peter got up from his seat in search of her. She wouldn’t stray far without notifying Peter so it wasn’t long until Peter spotted her conversing with a man?

“The purple just looks so soft against your skin,” the man fixed the shirt against Aunt May. Was his Aunt being hit on? It wouldn’t be the first time because no matter how uncomfortable it made Peter, his Aunt May was hot, as told by Mary-Jane. This would be the youngest one he’s seen attempting to make a move - and that was Johnny Storm. His flaming idiotic best friend, Johnny Storm. The last time Peter Parker had seen Johnny was the ‘cafe incident’ where he may or may not have left Johnny in tears. He’s been trying to catch Johnny in his civilian form but the last place he expected to see him was at a small time department store like this? “I do have a bias, red is one of my favorite colors.”

“Oh, well this would look great on you,” Aunt May lifted the shirt up to Johnny’s chest. Okay, Johnny was a natural flirt but his Aunt May was flirting back…... Yeah, Peter thinks it's about time he cuts in before he sees something he can never unsee.

“Aunt May!” The two jumped up in their spots and jerked their heads towards Peter. He took a step closer, almost wedging himself between Johnny and Aunt May. Peter’s shoulders fell when he faced the blonde and spoke in a hushed tone, “Johnny.” He approached with caution now that Johnny had all reason to be an asshole to him. He expected Johnny to at least cut him off with a cold remark but was surprised to be met with a smile that crinkled at his eyes.“Hey, Peter.” Peter feels the warm rays of Johnny’s smile warm him up deep in his core. He tries to remember how he ever managed to get angry at that gorgeous face. It’s hard to recall but the chains of guilt wrapped around his arms and leg have only gotten heavier with each passing day.

“Peter you never told me that you knew Johnny Storm,” Aunt May hit his chest and gave him the ‘you should have told me’ look.

“It’s more of a professional relationship,” Peter shrugged.

“Yes, Johnny told me you take pictures of them for the Bugle,” Aunt May exchanged smiles with Johnny. “I follow Johnny’s food blog on instagram, so exciting meeting the chef in person.” Johnny had a food blog? Aunt May had an instagram account?

“You know I could send you a couple of my recipes if you want,” Johnny tore his eyes off of Peter and back to May.

“That wouldn’t be too much trouble?”

“No, for a family member of Peter it’s really no problem.”

“Seriously?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows. He’d been an asshole to Johnny, so the last thing he was expecting were lovely gestures towards him or anyone associated with him.

“Yeah, it’s no big deal,” Johnny waved it off and shot a bright smile. Peter had almost mistaken him for an angel.

May’s eyes rolled over from Peter to Johnny and the corner of her lips slightly curled up. She cleared her throat, “Well, if you excuse me I need to go try these on.” Aunt May scurried off to the nearest changing room leaving Peter alone with Johnny. When he was sure his Aunt was out of ear shot range he spoke to Johnny. “Are you and my Aunt best friends now?”

“Oh I hope so, I need to learn her beauty secrets.” Johnny tucked his blonde hair behind his ear.

An awkward silence settled between them. He wasn’t going to get another lucky chance like this. Peter started, “Johnny I’ve been meaning to apologise for a long time,”

“For what?” Johnny lips curved down.

“I didn’t have my best attitude the last time we met.” The chains tightened just thinking back at the moment in the cafe.

Johnny’s face froze for a second before falling into a helpless smile“Oh, Peter you weren’t exactly wrong,” he flipped his hand, “I wasn’t being the greatest friend, it really doesn’t matter.”

“It does!” Johnny went silent. “There was a better way to say what needed to be said and I shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you. I’m sorry.”

“You’re forgiven.” Johnny said for Peter’s sake. If he didn’t give Peter some other form of reassurance the photographer would never forgive himself.

“I really would love to be your friend given another chance.”

“I thought you were already my friend?” Johnny tipped his head.

“I guess we are.” Peter tried to remain calm on the outside, but on the inside there was a festival of butterflies celebrating in his stomach. He managed to not ruin his new friendship with Johnny as Peter Parker. He is sure that is why he had that weird feeling shooting throughout his body. Peter was free to now listen to Johnny’s babble and stare into those blue eyes.

Blue eyes?

“Peter?” Johnny furrowed his eyebrows when Peter started to lean in closer to him.

“You’re eyes….” Millions of people had blue eyes but there was something about Johnny’s that was bugging Peter’s mind. “They look so familiar.”

The words themselves were ridiculous because Peter was already well acquainted with Johnny as Spider-Man and his civilian self. He has had numerous chances to memorize Johnny’s features, and the famous crystal blue eyes belonging to the Storm siblings was a fact many of their fans could recall. There was that nagging in the back of Peter’s head like he had forgotten a person with similar eyes.

“It's just like you said, the purple looks great on - oh,” Aunt May stepped in. “Am I interrupting?”

Peter jerked back away from Johnny. “Interrupting what?”

“Nothing dear,” Aunt May sighed. Her shoulders drooped down and her smile grew small. Peter was able to immediately pick up on her dampening mood.

“Something wrong Aunt May?” Peter asked.

“Oh well,” May eyes flicked over to Johnny and back to Peter. “You know I’m a little hungry, why don’t we get something to eat?”

“Sure.”

Peter was ready to say his reluctant goodbyes to Johnny when Aunt May spun on her toes to Johnny and smiled, “Would you like to join us?”

“Me?” Johnny pointed at himself just as surprised as Peter at the sudden invitation.

“Yes, I would love to chat more with you.”

“Aunt May, Johnny is busy, we shouldn’t disturb him,” Peter intervened.

“I’m not that busy.” Peter did not predict Johnny contradicting him.

“You really don’t have to force yourself, you probably have someone to save this very minute.”

“Peter even superheroes can get breaks.” Not a second after Johnny’s phone starts alarming. He snatched it out of his pocket and watched a number of messages fly by on the screen from his sister. His face fell and groaned, “but not today. Duty calls.” Johnny tucked his phone back in his pocket. “It was nice to meet you Aunt May. I’ll see you around Peter.” He shot them a sad look before running off.

May looked up to Peter and huffed, “Did you really have to jinx it?”

She couldn’t be blaming him for this. How could he know that Parker’s luck was contagious.

Peter scrubbed the dishes and hummed to a sweet tune in his head while his Aunt May and Jay chatted in the background. He stayed for dinner and offered to wash the dishes as a make-up for all his previous cancellations. The craziness in New York was down for a few hours, so he might as well use the time spoiling his Aunt.

“We could always help with those, Peter,” May looked over at Peter from the dining table.

“Aunt May it’s fine. You two rest and just let me clean up,” Peter shook his head at them before returning to his humming. May spun to her husband across the table from her and they both exchanged looks. Jay looked up sat Peter one more time and shook his head with a light smile, “I’m not gonna say anything.” They continued to watch Peter wash and dry the dishes while he was caught up in his own little world. When Peter finished he took a seat with the ederly couple. They each had a mug of hot chocolate to sip on while they chuckled to themselves.

Peter rested his chin on his fist and watched the two before he asked, “Did I miss the joke?”

“No,” Jay’s lips quivered. “Your Aunt is just finding herself quite entertained.”

“What so funny Aunt May?”

“Nothing,” she waved her hand and huffed, “it’s really nothing dear.” He didn’t believe that for a second. Aunt May set down her cup and looked at Peter with a shrewd gaze in her eyes; the one that sent a shiver down his spine. He remembers getting that look every time she tried to hook him up with the latest lovely niece or nephew of one of her friends.

In that single thought Peter decided that he should leave. “Look at the time.” Peter pointed to his non-existent watch.

“Too late to run now,” Jay at least shot Peter a sympathetic look.

“So anything good happen lately,” Aunt May continued.

“Aunt Mayyyy,” Peter groaned.

“Just tell us Peter,” she hit his shoulder lightly. “Did you meet someone?”

Peter shook his head. He had unknowingly stepped into dangerous territory. Escaping was futile. Aunt May had his address, phone number and he would love to come back and be spoiled with Apple pie. “Yes,” Peter relinquished. “I did meet someone.”

“Peter!” She hit his arm harder this time.

Before she could get to any more questions Peter rushed out, “But we’ve only been on one date and we don’t want to rush anything.”

“It’s Johnny Storm isn’t it.” If Peter had been holding a mug it would have been shattered against the tiled floor. Johnny? Storm? He hadn’t misheard.

“W-Why would you think I’m dating Johnny Storm?” Did Johnny say something to Aunt May?

“You looked so happy when you spoke to him. I haven’t seen you smile like that in so long.” What? Smile like what? Aunt May turned to Jay with her hand in her cheek and started to gush, “I know what they say about him on the news but he was such a sweet boy when we ran into him. So polite and helpful.” So Johnny didn’t say anything.

Peter leaned back in his seat. His fingers carded through his hair to rest on his neck before he released a long sigh, “Sorry to break it to you Aunt May but its not him.”

Aunt May’s smile fell. Her head tilted to the side, “You don’t like him?”

“Aunt May you can’t be serious,” Peter shook his head. “Johnny isn’t interested in guys like me.” It was sweet that Aunt May thought he was the most handsome man in the world, but he wasn’t delusional. Johnny dated people with the pockets of Tony Stark, and the face and body of a young Steve Rogers. He was borderline broke, and while Spidey genes had contributed greatly to his ripped body, he couldn’t live up to the Captain’s face or that tight ass.

Aunt May still had a slight frown on her face. “He looked very smitten with you to me.” She continued to rattle her head as she picked up the empty mugs off the table. “Honestly it seemed like he was waiting for you to make a move.”

Peter shook his head. Aunt May would always be his number one fan,“Only in your eyes Aunt May.”

She looked down at Peter and sighed. “Oh, Peter,” she sighed and cupped one of his cheeks. “You need to start opening your eyes.”

“Shit, shit, shit!” Peter nearly fell off the statue of liberty as soon as he landed. He wasn’t exactly expecting to be greeted with an onslaught of curses. Was it too hard to get a ‘Nice to see you Spidey’? “Oh come on you worthless piece of…”

“I can take my pizza and leave,” Peter snorted.

“Spidey!” Johnny snapped up so fast he nearly fell off the statue from where he was sitting. “Don’t sneak up on people!” Johnny scowled after him.

“I’m sorry you were too busy verbally abusing…” Peter eyes squinted down at Johnny’s wrist where Johnny’s previous contempt had been focused on. “A watch?” Peter tried to get a better look at the device on Johnny’s hand. “Are you really taking your frustration out on a watch? What has that thing ever done to you?”

The watch face on Johnny’s hand went red and beeps before shutting down. Johnny’s head snapped to it and he screamed before attempting every button he could press on the watch. Peter doesn’t think he’s ever seen Johnny so frantic towards a device before. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I need you in my life!” Well then…. Is it weird to feel jealous of a watch?

The watch powered back on and the face turned blue. Johnny let out a breath of relief, so Peter guessed everything was now fine and dandy. He took a seat next to Johnny and observed the device on his wrist. It didn’t look like anything from earth. That wasn’t impossible with the Fantastic Four’s ‘field trips’ as Johnny liked to call them. Could be alien. Could also be one of Reed’s inventions. That man’s brain was beyond their world. The scientist in Peter screamed to know more. “What is that?” Peter leaned in closer to get a better look.

Johnny eyes flicked down to the watch and back up to Peter, “Nothing.”

“I can see it on your wrist so it obviously isn’t nothing.” Johnny pressed a button on his wrist and the watch disappeared.

“There nothing.” Johnny gestured to his arm now clear of any technology.

“It has a camouflage mode?!” Peter’s jaw fell open. “Now you’re just teasing!”

“It’s just something a friend gave me, okay,” Johnny his wrist away from Peter’s curious eyes.

“Would this friend happened to be Alien or Atlantean?”

“Maybe.”

“Can I just get a peek?” Peter’s fingers inched closer to Johnny’s wrist.

“No,” Johnny continued to pull his wrist away from Peter, “it's already acting funny. I don’t need you messing around with it with your weird science experiments.”

“Weird Science Experiments? Do I look like a mad scientist to you?”

“You understand the language of Reed,” Johnny flicked his eyes up and down on Spider-Man. “So, yes.”

“Jokes on you,” Peter scoffed, “being compared with Reed Richards is a compliment.”

Peter rolled his mask up to his nose and offered a slice of pizza to Johnny before taking one for himself. His eyes shifted to the watch disguised on Johnny’s wrist every now and again but Johnny was adamant about not talking about it. He can’t believe Johnny is keeping something so cool away from him. Johnny always loved to show off his gadgets. There was even a time where he persuaded Peter to sneak down to Reed’s lab to check out the new inventions. Johnny didn’t keep much from him. Family matters, friendships, relationships, break-ups, sex, very, very detailed descriptions of sex. He even was offered to watch to his sex tape which Peter declined maybe regretfully. The thought of watching Johnny with someone else was very repulsive in his mind.

“Spidey!” Peter snapped his head in time to see a flaming pizza crust circling towards him. He yelped and dived forward off the statue barely missing the hot projectile. Peter shot a web up before his Spider body could go splat.

“What the hell man!” Johnny scrunched up his face in annoyance. “I’ve been trying to get your attention!”

“What the hell is up with you?!” Peter grabbed onto the ledge and pulled himself up. “Are you trying to set me on fire?!”

“Why didn’t you just dodge?” Johnny folded his arms.

“You set pizza crust on fire and throw it at me, but I’m the problem because I didn’t dodge!?”

Peter was lost as to why Johnny would think throwing any flaming object at him would be a suitable way to get his attention. “Spidey,” Johnny started, “You let me set two dozen objects on fire and throw them at you while blindfolded and you dodged every one.”

“That’s ridiculous, why would I let you do that?!”

“I bet you a hundred bucks you couldn’t dodge them.”

“...” That did sound like something he would have done for a hundred bucks. How does he not remember winning a hundred bucks? That doesn’t matter. “You can’t go throwing flaming objects at me!”

“But doesn’t your spidey sense help you?”

“It doesn’t work with…!” Peter bit his tongue and swallowed back that last word.

“Is something wrong with your powers?” Johnny quickly melted into concern.

“No,” Peter sighed. “It’s just complicated.” Johnny remained quiet,hoping he would continue but Peter had decided to change the conversation. “So, you have my attention.”

“Huh?”

“The reason you nearly turned me into a roasted Spider?” Peter glared at him from under the mask.

“Oh, yeah,” Johnny tucked his hair behind his ear.

“Sooo.”

Johnny looked down to his lap, “When did you decide to tell your girlfr- ex-girlfriend about this life.”

“That’s a bit tricky.” MJ already knew from the beginning. He could see Johnny waiting for an answer. “I guess when I knew I wanted to keep her in my life?”

“Weren’t you scared?”

“Well, yeah but I still had to tell her.” Peter gulped when Johnny torso continued to lean towards him. The distance between their bodies steadily decreasing. Peter’s instinct screamed for him to escape, before selective forgotten emotions resurfaced, but there that look in Johnny’s eyes that scared Peter.

“But what if it was a deal breaker? What if you telling them changed everything for the worse?”

He was weak for Johnny and he hated it. He hoped that Johnny himself would never find out. “You can’t go into a serious relationship halfway, either you’re all in or you’re not.” Peter eyes start drifting to Johnny’s lips, soft and pink, and like gravity he starts to drift towards them.

“Even if it means losing everything you have with them.” Peter gets a good slap in the face by reality just enough for his brain to start functioning again. He had put some distance between him and Johnny before the other glanced back up. Thankfully Johnny is clueless about Peter’s actions and blinks at him. “Spidey?”

He nearly kissed Johnny Storm. He wanted to kiss Johnny Storm. He was going to kiss Johnny Storm. If Peter hadn’t come to his senses back there, he couldn’t imagine what would have happened. A rejection from Johnny. An awkward atmosphere. A ruined friendship. There’s also the fact that he was probably seeing someone at the current moment.

“Are you sure you’re feeling well?” Spencer gave Peter’s hand a squeeze and frowned up at him. Spencer, his maybe boyfriend, has been worried about the heavy look on Peter’s face since they arrived at the amusement park. The immense guilt brewing in Peter’s stomach couldn’t help but show on his face.

Peter forced a smile and nodded, “I’m fine.” He wasn’t fine. He thought he buried those feelings years ago, why did they resurface after all this time?

“We can take a break,” Spencer pulled him to a stop. “You look sick.”

“We’ve only been on two rides, I’m not weak.”

Spencer looked unconvinced, “I’m not kissing those lips if I see that face going green.”

“Oh really,” Peter leaned towards Spencer and pressed their lips together. He heard a tiny giggle from Spencer before he leaned in to kiss Peter back. This was good. What he had with Spencer felt right and was real. He didn’t need silly feelings with unrealistic expectations ruining what he already had.

Peter retracted and placed another quick peck, “Come on.” Peter towed Spencer to the nearest roller coaster he could find, and Spencer gladly followed with a giant grin on his face.

Peter pushed all his troubles to the back of his mind with Spencer at his side. He was able to distract himself from the flame head with quick chaste kisses with Spencer, and stuffing his gut down with popcorn and cotton candy. Taking a break from the thrill-seeking rides, they took a maze where a few of the walls were transparent. Safe to say Spencer was not the greatest at puzzles and details.

“Ow,” Spencer had run into his third wall since they entered here. “I hate mazes.” He folded his arms and grumbled as a spot on his forehead turned red.

“Maybe you should watch where you are going?” Peter snickered.

“How is anybody supposed to see anything in this horrible lighting?” Peter grabbed Spencer’s shirt in the middle of his rant. Spencer raised an eyebrow at him to which Peter pushed his hand forward and knocked his hand against the mirror Spencer was about to walk into. Spencer went silent and folded his arms, “Why don’t you just lead the way then?” He may have the unfair advantage of Spidey sense to help him.

“It’s fun watching you suffer.”

“Oh, is that-” A tiny beeping interrupted the sentence.

“Do you hear that?” Peter looked around trying to find the source.

“Hear what?” Spencer’s eyes went wide, and he suddenly began to fidget. “I have to go to the bathroom, now.” Spencer dashed off without not waiting for a reply. Peter was sure he heard Spencer bump into a few mirrors, but he ran off pretty quickly. Does he even know the way out? Spencer had a hard time getting around the maze when they came in. Peter doubts he’ll have a swell time trying to find the exit.

“Oh, come on, where is the exit to this stupid thing.” Figures. Peter chuckled at the curse. He turned the corner with a shit eating grin on his face and started,

“How are you lost already?” Peter stopped in his tracks when he saw the curly fluff of blonde hair. “Johnny?”

The human torch froze when he saw Peter, “P-P-Peter, what are you doing here?”

“I was about to ask you the same question,” Peter stepped forward and looked around. No sign of Spencer. “Hey, have you seen a guy with black hair, around my height walking into the walls around here.”

“No, no, nope, just plain old me, alone, no one else,” Johnny’s smile was tight.

“Oh.” He didn’t know where Spencer had run off to. He swore he saw him run around this corner. This amusement park had fun making a name for itself with their maze attraction. It was painfully complicated with its dark lighting and transparent walls strategically placed to drive people like Spencer insane. Peter could only hope that Spencer could find a way out.

“You know you look busy and so am I,” Johnny started to back up, “so how about we catch up late- ow!” Johnny spun around in what was an attempt to leave this corner but instead walked right into one of the transparent walls. Peter blinked as Johnny cursed in pain. It was already weird running into Johnny, the one person he didn’t want to think about at an amusement park, but also in a maze. Johnny didn’t like doing those things. Maybe an exception would be on a date to get alone time with the person. Was Johnny on date? Peter didn’t see any date. He should punch himself in the face for feeling relieved.

He should leave. Take the opening Johnny gave him and leave before he does something he regrets. “Do you need help?” He’s a bastard.

Johnny shook his head and kept had his hands follow along the mirrors to help guide him. “No, no,” He does. Peter is only asking because Peter Parker is not supposed to know much more than the public details about Johnny Storm. “I love mazes so I should be fine.” He loathes mazes. He’s seen Johnny on the edge of burning down a haystack maze.

“You know I’m also looking for the exit maybe I could tag along,” because he couldn’t leave Johnny in this helpless state, but Johnny would not just accept his help, so the only option left was to trick him.

“Oh,” Johnny straightened himself, “if that’s the case then sure.”

He may regret this.

Peter easily found an exit to the maze, but the journey was torture. He couldn’t even look at Johnny, much less hold a conversation with him, and Johnny wasn’t up to much conversation either. In fact, he avoided all eye contact with Peter. This looked like the beginning of a great friendship. Aren’t they just the bestest of friends. When they reached outside, they were both long in an awkward silence.

“So uhh,” No small talk topics came to Peter’s mind. An attempt to end the heavy atmosphere worsened it with Johnny still waiting to hear the end of Peter’s sentence. “I should go I need to find my boyfriend.” Way to go Peter Parker.

“Oh,” Johnny ducked his head. His mouth curled down into a frown. “So, I guess I’ll see you around,” Johnny started to back away from him into the other direction.

“Yeah, I guess.” Spencer, Peter had to remind himself. He resisted the urge to call Johnny and entertain him. He was here with Spencer and he was not going to be an asshole on the second date. He watched Johnny spin on his heels and hurry to disappear into the crowd. Peter stood there, waiting for Spencer to get back. His eyes occasionally drifted off to the spot he last saw Johnny, but he quickly shut down any other thoughts.

When fifteen minutes had passed Peter started to get worried with no sign of Spencer. He wondered if Spencer was still stuck inside, walking into walls. He decided to ask the employees working at the maze. After a couple of questions, they were quick to check the cameras in the maze and confirmed that the only people in there was a family of four.

Peter then went in search of the nearest bathroom. If he didn’t find Spencer, he could always go back to the entrance of the maze. Arriving at the bathroom Peter was relieved to see Spencer strolling out. His mind did a double-take when he saw the deep frown etched into the usually jolly face as he spoke one the phone.

“Do you really need me now?” Spencer rolled his eyes. He didn’t notice Peter trailing some distance behind him. He could hear most of what Spencer was saying from the level the man was speaking. “I’m very busy.” Spencer eyebrows furrowed even deeper as he listened to the person on the other side. “I’m on a date!” Spencer screamed into the phone “Believe it or not I have a life you know! Not all of us have found our soulmates and are living happily ever after!” Spencer shoulders collapsed with all of his anger released. “No, just leave it,” he sighed. “I get it just give me a -”

Peter felt his Spidey sense and suddenly the ground beneath them was shaking. There was a loud rupture followed by a symphony of terrified screams. What did New York have in store for him today?

Was that a giant alien worm? In New York City? Heading straight for the amusement park? Wow just wow. Parker’s luck really had a way of just slapping him in the face sometimes. Where else does this happen?! Peter snapped his head towards Spencer, who was in shock at the creature like the rest audience around him. Peter sighed in regret to himself, with his resolve to find the nearest hiding spot to transform to Spider-Man instead of running off with Spencer to a safe place. While the latter was rather tempting, there were other civilians exposed to danger that he had to protect.

As soon as he got changed, Peter swung up to a high structure to get a good vantage point of the amusement park. The most concerning thing right now were the people still stuck on the rides. Peter could see a disaster less than a mile away with that alien monster working its way around. The ride operators were working as fast as they could to have everyone off their respective ride, but would need time, which means keeping said giant alien away as far as possible. He’s just happy to have someone like Spencer helping to evacuate the area. It’ll be much easier to get that thing under control with less people around

Wait...

Spencer?!

There he could see the black-haired male directing people inside enclosed rides and booths for shelter. This would be great, l if Spencer was not running exactly into said danger at the same time! Why can’t he ever date normal people that run away in the face of danger? Does he have a type? A reckless, stupidly brave, always-gets-mixed-up-into-trouble type. Peter shot a web and swung down with a long sigh. Accelerating down he reached down and easily grabbed Spencer by the waist.

Spencer yelped when his feet were suddenly picked off the ground, and spun to see his masked face. “Spidey?!” Peter was impressed; most civilians would have spent a good minute screaming at a sudden pick up.

“The one and only,” Peter set Spencer down once he was sure they were a good distance away from any danger. Spencer eyes were blown wide at him. Peter remembered that he was a big fan of Spider-Man. First time meeting his favorite superhero must be a shock. “Look, I’m really happy to see other civilians pitching in to do their part, but it would be great if you could get to safety.” Maybe a little talk from his hero could knock some sense in him.

Spencer eyes hardened and he pushed himself away outside Spider-Man’s grip, “No, I can’t, my boyfriend is still down there.”

“Boyfriend?” Now that caught Peter’s attention.

Spencer placed his hands on his hips, “Peter Parker, you should know him.”

“I do.” He was boyfriend status!

“Well, I need to find him.” Spencer tried to step around and run right back into the hazard territory Peter just rescued him from. With his quick reflexes, Peter grabbed Spencer shoulder and spun him right back around to the exit.

“No, you need to get to safety,” Peter pointed to the giant exit way of the amusement park every other sane person was running to. “I’ll find Peter and make sure he’s safe.”

“I’m not leaving without him.” Spencer refused again.

For the love of all that is stubborn in the world! “I’m sorry, are you not freaked out by the giant alien looking worm terrorizing the park?” Peter pointed at the alien worm on a rampage screeching.

Spencer eyes shifted up to it and he shrugged. Actually shrugged. “It’s not the worst thing I’ve seen.” Peter jaw was on the floor. Spencer was not acting; Peter could see Spencer searching the monster up and down with half-lidded eyes waiting for something to impress him. It’s a giant alien worm rampaging through the city what more does he want?! An alien invasion?! He was extremely worried, not for Spencer’s obvious indifference of giant creatures destroying things, but because he was still going to ask him out on another date.

Peter didn’t have time to think over his interest in weird people. “Just get out of here, preferably somewhere safe and far away from here. I’ll find Peter!” Peter shot a web out and left Spencer with hope that he would listen.

The worm had blasted through the merry-go-round and continued to screech

“I’m sorry sir!” Peter blasted a web ball in its face. “You surpass the maximum size allowed on that ride.” That was enough to catch its attention towards Peter and bared it razor teeth at him. “Look, buddy I don’t make the rules, you’ll have to talk to management.” Peter flipped off seconds before the worm’s body tried to bash into him. Peter used the air time to shoot his web at the body of the monster to help restrain its movements. Peter then shot two of his webs to wrap around the monster and tightened his hold.

“I really think we can talk this out, spider to worm,” The worm started to lose against Peter’s strength. “I mean you’re a bug and I’m an arachnid but I’m sure we can meet in the middl-ah!.” A sudden strong pull from the worm the momentum threw Peter in the air. With his webs still attached to the worm, he swung around like one of the amusement park rides until he was whiplashed across the park into the Ferris Wheel controls. “I’ll take that as a no,” Peter groaned. He was definitely going to be feeling that tomorrow.

Peter’s head floated up to the screaming above him. There were still people trapped on the Ferris Wheel. He quickly grabbed sight of the worm which was making its way across to him. Not good. He pushed his aching body up and prepared himself to once again go head on with a giant alien worm. An alien worm that now had a grudge against him. Before he could attack the worm, it hit against an invisible wall.

“Aaahhhh!” Ben came running out of nowhere and body slammed into the worm sending it flying.

“Careful, Ben we don’t want to hurt it,” Reed voice came in the distance, where he was being carried by Sue.

“Really, Stretch, that’s what you’re worried about!” Ben wrestled with the worm as it hissed its teeth after him. “Me hurting it!” Reed hopped down to help Ben and wrapped his body around the worm to stifle its movement.

“Are you hurt?” Sue landed next to Peter.

“No, no, nothing I can’t handle,” Peter shook his head. “More importantly, we need to get these people to safety.” Sue looked up at Ferris Wheel passengers and nodded.

“Got it!”

While Ben and Reed kept the monster under control Peter and Sue started to extract civilians from the ride and escort them to safety.

“So, would any of you know why this thing is rampaging through the city.” Peter ripped open the door and gave way for them to step on Sue’s levitating force-field.

Sue’s shoulders fell and she let out a breath in exhaustion, “We may have busted an illegal underground alien auction.”

“New York has illegal underground alien auctions?” Well color him surprised.

“The wealthy got bored of their rare exotic animals.” She rolled her eyes and set down the mass of people they collected.

“So, they went for more extra-terrestrial tastes?”

“Would ya stop yappin’ and hurry so ya can help me down here?! I don’t know how long I can hold him down!”

“Where is Johnny?” Peter asked Sue noticing the absence of petty talk and teasing towards him.

“Off doing better things.” Ben grumbled

“Ben...,” Reed started in warning.

“I swear I’m globberin’ that kid when I see him.”

“Oh, I’m sorry that I’m not always readily available.” The Human Torch flew above them his tone obviously displeased with Ben.

“Flamebrain!” Peter set another civilian on the ground.

“I thought you were busy?” Sue said with no ill-intent in her voice.

“I was until this thing came and ruined everything.” Johnny mumbled under his breath. He hurried to rescue the last person on the Ferris wheel. He landed beside Sue and they both exchanged looks. Peter glanced between the both of them a couple of times before he realized they were in the middle of one of their sibling standoffs.

“You could have told me you had a date,” Sue folded here arms

“You had a what?!” Both Johnny and Sue ignored Peter’s exclamation.

“It’s a bit weird right now I don’t want to scare him off.” Johnny eyes drifted away from her

“How is telling me that you have a date going to scare him off?”

“Uhh can we reverse back to the part about the date.” Peter tried once again to intervene.

“Because you would want to meet him.” Johnny gave her that look that she knew exactly what he was talking about. Peter had an inkling. He would be scared too if he was getting the ‘if you ever hurt him’ speech’ and Sue was on the other side.

“Only if it was serious,” Sue threw her hands in the air, “which it obviously looks like it is.”

“Serious? How are you seeing someone, and I don’t know about them!” Peter pushed himself in front of Johnny. The green monster growing stronger in the pit of his stomach.

“It’s complicated okay!”

“Don’t worry about me honey!” Reed shouted in the middle of their squabble.

“It’s not like we ain’t struggling to hold down this ugly bug!” Ben yelled as the worm’s movements

“Johnny,” Sue pointed at the worm and their two teammates tangled together

“On it” He flamed on and flew above them. Ben and Reed suddenly let the worm go

The bug hissed at the hot flames and curled up into a tight ball to protect itself.

“T-Thank you Johnny,” Reed was finally able to catch his breath with everything finally in control. Johnny landed beside him along with Sue and Peter. The group went quiet everyone exchanging looks with each other until Reed stopped his glance on Johnny. He gave him a small smile, “Sooo, how was your date?” If there were metal bars in Peter’s hands, they would be bending in two.

Peter excused himself at the first opening, not being able to stomach any details about Johnny’s date with a boyfriend he forgot to mention to him. Another good slap in the face, sponsored by reality. Maybe now his heart would get the memo. File those dusty old feelings away for good where no one could find them. Better yet, burn them. Johnny already had plenty of better candidates to choose from.

Why was he even thinking about Johnny? He had Spencer now. He had his boyfriend, Spencer, to think about now. Peter quickly got changed and checked his phone. Three missed calls and ten text messages all from Spencer. “Shit!” Peter cursed under his breath. Peter immediately called and he got an immediate response.

“Hello, Peter? Where are you?! Are you hurt?!”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Peter eased Spencer’s worries. “What about you?”

“I’m fine, nothing to worry about.”

Peter fixed the phone against his ear, “Where are you? I’ll meet you there.”

“Wellll,” Spencer trailed off. “I think I’m somewhere near that Rock n’ Roll coaster?Oh I see the maze that we went in, never trying that again.”

Peter hoped he was hearing wrong. “Uhh, Spencer,” Peter cleaned out his ears, “it sounds like you are still in the amusement park.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“You’re what!” Spencer screamed at the volume and cried about his ears. “What are you doing there? Didn’t Spider-Man tell you to leave?!”

“Yeah but….” Spencer trailed off, probably trying to cook up some excuse.

“Don’t worry, stay right there I am coming to get you!” Peter ended the call before Spencer could reply. Completely reckless, stupid, not-well thought out..!

He can’t believe he’s still going to ask this guy out again. Does he know how to pick them or what?

Peter didn’t run much of a distance since he got changed just a few rides away from the maze. He was able to easily spot out Spencer, especially since there was an absence of the usual thousands of people in the amusement park. But Spencer wasn’t alone.

“What the hell!” Peter was able to recognize Sue Storm, and she was in the middle of an argument with Spencer. She had that motherly scowl set on her face that she used to (sometimes still does) give to him, Johnny and the rest of the Fantastic Four when they have stepped out of line.

“I know okay! I know! So, I don’t need some goddamn lecture about what I’m doing.” But Peter has never seen anyone but Johnny snap back at Sue like that.

Her eyes narrowed down at Spencer with a terrifying ferocity, “Great, I don’t have to explain to you the moral implications of every single thing you are doing!”

“I’m being serious here!” Spencer still didn’t back down.

“If you were being serious, you wouldn’t be messing with this person like you are now. What are you going to do when they find out huh?!”

Spencer hesitated and dropped his head, “I’m not messing around; I’m planning on telling them when the time is right.”

Sue’s glare softened and she sighed “You don’t-,”

“Stop treating me like a kid, Sue! I can make my own decisions!” A watch suddenly appeared on Spencer’s wrist and Peter could instantly recognize it from it unique looking style. That was the watch that Johnny was wearing. It started to glitch and Peter saw the black hair on Spencer’s hair fade to blonde. His body and face shrunk slightly in size. As Peter watched Spencer transform, the one thing that remained the same were those damned blue eyes he couldn’t get out of his head. They were familiar because he’s been seeing them for years on the one and only Johnny Storm. “Shit,” Johnny cursed at the watch. “Why do you keep doing this?” Johnny groaned and looked ready to start a one-sided rant with the watch, when he looked up and meet Peter eyes. Peter was staring back at him with an unmoving gaze. They both know what he just saw.

Spencer was Johnny.

Johnny was Spencer.

What was it that he said before? The he had Spencer in his life? Finally moving on from Johnny? Peter could laugh at himself. Spencer wasn’t his.

Spencer wasn’t even real.

“P-Peter?” Johnny trembled. Sue turned to look at him, her eyes already clear about the situation. “Peter,” Johnny tried again. “J-Just let me explain, okay.”

Johnny flinched at Peter’s icy glare. Even Sue found herself taking a step back. “Explain what?!” His words dripping with venom towards the boy his heart ached for. He was an idiot. All those smiles, those laughs, those good times Peter treasured they were meaningless. None of it was real!

“Peter, please it’s not what you think!” Johnny’s voice cracked on the last three words. Those blue eyes Peter had been so obsessed with became glossy and started to pool with tears. Maybe a few moments ago when he hadn’t known the truth he would have rushed to Johnny’s side and dried them away with his fingers but now he had the burning in the back of his eyes to deal with. “Pete-”

“Save it for someone who cares Storm,” Peter spun away from Johnny, away from anything that could change his mind. He didn’t want to give Johnny a chance. So he did what was the easiest thing for him to do. The only thing he knew to do during these emotionally stressful situations.

He ran.

Few weeks ago

Johnny blinked and tried to steady his breath. Just a moment ago he was out flying above New York City in an epic battle with his team and Spider-Man against a group of wannabe magicians. They had managed to corner the group but in a rushed moment to wrap it up quickly he got caught off guard with a spell and got a direct hit. The last thing he remembered was Spider-Man reaching out for him before blacking out. Now he was standing in the middle of a kitchen he was unfamiliar with; in an apartment he couldn’t identify with no idea what that spell did. He would say teleportation, but he wasn’t in his uniform. He was in pajamas with a fresh cup of coffee sitting in front of him.

Still he had everything under control. Just remember what Reed said, ‘Don’t freak out and….’ He may have forgotten the rest. But he’s sure the most important part was don’t freak out. He can do that.

“Daddy?” Johnny's went still when a little boy with light brown hair and blue eyes looked right up at him.

Okay, he was freaking out!

To be continued

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A Bloom In Tine Ch 20