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pikapikabishes · 4 years ago

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Light of My Life

DESCRIPTION: CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTFUL OWNERS. ONLY THING THAT IS MINE IS THE PLOT

Summary: Kirishima and Y/n realize their love for each other after years of yearning

Warnings: slight nudity, some cursing, tooth-rotting fluff

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Two years.

Kirishima has been in love with you… for two whole years. Ever since he met you on the first day they had started as first years in UA. When you stood up for your new friends against the angry blonde pomeranian that is Kasuki Bakugo, then for some reason apologized for it. You were just the epitome of beauty, both inside and out, and benevolence, a fiery spark in your eye that indicates the strong will and fight that you have.

And the way you handle yourself in combat during that first training exercise with All Might? Kirishima swears that the existence of Cupid must be real because he was pretty sure it must’ve been incredibly abnormal with how fast he had fallen for you. You fought like some kind of battle goddess. And with your quirk, you might as well be.

You called your quirk “Celestial Light,” meaning you manipulate sun-, moon-, and starlight to your will. He’s seen you use the sunlight as powerful beams, to which you secretly admitted to him later that you got that move from Pokemon, forge weapons out of either light, and can now weave yourself a dazzling pair of wings along with armor as your ultimate move.

And while all these features, plus with just how stunningly beautiful you are; with your soft, shiny (h/c) hair, your (e/c) eyes that seem to make the stars in the sky lose their sparkle, those plump, soft-looking lips that stretch out into that dazzling smile that proudly shows off your pearly whites. What really reeled in his attention was all the little quirks you have.

The way you twirl a lock of your hair when you’re deep in thought; the way you chew on that kissable, plump lower lip of yours and your nose scrunches in the cutest way he’s ever seen, when you’re stuck on a difficult problem or when you don’t understand said problem; the way you always pluck out the tomatoes from your salad; how you always save your dessert for last so that, according to you, the delicious taste lingers on your tongue long after you’ve eaten it, or how you’re quick to offer some of your said dessert when a friend seems upset or sad about something; or the way you lightly sway your hips while you’re cooking to a song that’s either sounding from your phone or ringing in your head, at times humming to the tune playing, and how you tend to hum to what seems to be a pleasant daydream, if the soft smile on your face is anything to go by; as well as how you always, always make hot chocolate late at night when you have problems sleeping and how utterly adorable you look as you fight to stay awake as he fondly watches from around the corner during the times he himself has gown downstairs for something to drink as you sigh so contently when you take that first sip before clumsily making your way back up to your room. Especially when you still continue to argue with Kasuki to this day on how he treats Midoriya even though he’s mellowed a bit, Kirishima can’t help but find you so utterly adorable when your 5’7” is all up in Kasuki’s 6’5” personal space. It’s like watching a cute golden retriever puppy going up against a big bad (pomeranian) wolf.

Man, he could just go on and on. And he can go on and on and on about how hopelessly in love with you he is. Which he was subconsciously doing right now with his group of friends as he watched you happily interact with your best friend Mina and the other girls, as they undoubtedly plan their “girl’s night” tonight. Kirishima gave out another sigh, which earned him a hard smack on the back of his head within the next second.

“Ow!” Kirishima’s hand shot to the spot the angry pomeranian he calls his best friend had smacked him. He turned a questioning look over at the seething blonde next to him, looking at the bulging vein that looks ready to pop on his forehead. “What the hell was that for, Bakubro?!”

“That is the fucking twelveth time you’ve fucking sighed like that in the last 20 minutes, and I swear to fuck if I have to hear another fucking comment on how ‘beautiful’ Lamp is, Imma blow your ass all the way to Timbuktu,” Bakugou angrily spat out.

Of course, the threat of getting his ass handed to him rolled off him like water on a swan’s back. In the back of his mind, Kirishima laughed at how his friend was just all bark as he knew Bakugou wouldn’t actually beat him up that bad… probably.

Kirishima blinked, “Wait, what?”

“Yeah, bro,” Denki butted in, looking slightly annoyed as well. “You’ve been going on about ‘(L/n)’s hair looks great today’, ‘(L/n) looks so cute with her nose scrunched up when she chews her food’, ‘(L/n) looks so good in her uniform today.’ Like bro, you say she looks great in her uniform everyday, which I won’t argue, she do be looking mighty fine in a school uniform,” Denki trailed off as he leaned back in his seat as he stared at the girl in question, looking suspiciously like he’s trying to get a better view of her ass.

At that realization, Kirishima glared at the pervy, knockoff pikachu and kicked his shin hard.

Denki yelped, high-pitched and whiny as he brought up his leg, tendly rubbing the spot that was kicked. “Oooww, dude! What the hell?”

“Don’t look at her like that,” Kirishima growled, eyes glaring daggers.

Denki puts his arms up in surrender, cowarding before his suddenly intimidating friend. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry, I won’t stare at your girl again!”

Blood quickly rushed to the red-head’s cheeks, painting them a rosy color. “Wha- She’s not my girl!”

“You wouldn’t be able to tell with the way you look at her with that lovey-dovey expression on your face and how you follow her around like a lost puppy,” Sero intervened, casually leaned back in his seat with his hands behind his head, the straw from his drink dangling from his lips.

“Yeah what he said,” Denki agreed, still tenderly rubbing his injured leg.

“That’s not-” Kirishima tripped over his words. “We’re just hanging out! I do the same thing with you guys!”

“Yeah. but if ya compare how much time you spend with us vs. (L/n), you’re practically non-existent in our group hangouts,” Sero laughed at his friend’s red face that is one shade off from blending into his hair.

“Guys, com’on. I- I just-” Kirishima was waving his hands, trying to think of something to say.

“Quite making fucking stupid-ass excuses,” Bakugou butted in. “Do you like Lamp or not?” Kirishima nodded hesitantly before glancing back over to your table as if nervous that you would hear this conversation even when you were like 4 tables away in this noisy cafeteria. “Then be a fucking man, or some shit, and fucking tell her already before I pop a goddamn blood vessel from all your fucking lovey dovey shit and whinning!”

Kirishima blinked thinking about his best friend’s words. After a moment, Kirishima gave the pomeranian his usual bright grin that could blind anyone who witness, hence why Denki and Sero simutaniously brought out sunglasses and place them high on their noses, and Bakugou’s squinting. Standing up suddenly, he declared, “You’re absolutely right! I have to man up and tell her how I feel!”

The commotion of Kirishima’s declaration turned around all the heads in the cafeteria, causing the red head’s cheeks to heat up again as he became fully aware of all the pairs of eyes on his 6’4” self. After giving a hasty apology, Kirishima plops back down, leaning on the table and covering his eyes with his big hands. Unknown to him, a pair of disheartened (e/c) orbs glanced at the embarrassed red-head with a sadden longing lingering in them.

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“You’re staring at him again,” Mina, your number one best friend, noted in a singsong voice, popping another french fry in her mouth.

“What? Staring at who?” You questioned, immediately picking at your side salad, suddenly having lost interest in eating.

“Oh com’on. I saw you looking at Kirishima again.” Mina nudged you with her elbow. “Why don’t you just tell him already?”

You looked at her in confusion. “Tell him what?”

“That you’re completely and hopelessly in love with him,” she gave off a teasing lovey-dovey sigh.

Heat rushed into your cheeks. “I-...” You stuttered, going back to jabbing at your salad. “I don’t know what your talking about.”

“Oh, please gurl,” Mina scoffed. “It’s so obvious, it’s kinda painful watching. Why don’t you go talk to him?”

“What do you mean? We talk everyday, we’re best friends just like you and me,” You defended. “Besides,” You absentmindedly twirl a lock of your hair around your finger. “I doubt he’d be into someone like me. I mean, I’m not all that special.”

“Are you kidding? You’re freaking gorgeous, how could he not love you?” Mina asked.

“I just feel like, I don’t know, maybe I’m too plain for him?”

Mina rolled her dark eyes before grabbing your shoulders, and turned you around towards the other girls sitting with them.

“Gals,” she called, turning all five heads. She slung an arm over your shoulder and pointed at you. “Smash or pass?”

They all simultaneously replied, “Smash.”

“See? You are not just a plain, ol’ girl. You’re beautiful, and you’re kind, and fun. Why wouldn’t he like you?” Mina glanced at the Kirishima, watching as Kaminari and Sero poking fun at the gentle giant. She may or may not know Kirishima’s feelings about you, having picked them up a while ago.

Your blushed increased. “I don’t know. He’s just so sweet, and determined, and I just… Sometimes I feel like he’s way out of my league,” you sighed solemnly.

Mina hummed, thinking. “Well that’s too bad then. I think you guys would make such a cute couple.”

“That’s nice of you to say,” you thanked, a bittersweet smile resting on your lips. “But you heard him just now. He already has someone he likes.” You sighed, “Looks like I’m too late.”

Mina decided then and there, she was going to be both of your wingman, determined to get her two friends together by this weekend.

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Walking down into the common room later after school, with a nice blouse and a pair of skinny jeans with a purse hanging from your shoulder, you come to see the BakuSquad hanging on the couches.

“Alright Mina, I’m ready. Let’s go,” You happily say, waiting for her on the side of the sofa she and Kirishima were lounging on.

Kirishima looked up from his phone, seeing you all dressed up causing a faint blush to rise. “You look good! Where are you going?”

His compliment on your outfit causing heat to rise in your cheeks as well. “Um, Mina and I were going to head to the mall for snacks and clothes.”

“Oooh yeah about that,” Mina started, smiling sheepishly. “I can’t go with you.”

Your face fell a bit. “What? Why?”

“Some personal business came up, But hey! Why doesn’t Kirishima here go with you?” Mina nudged the giant next to her with her elbow.

Kirishima bounced onto his feet in excitement at the thought of you two alone together. “Yeah, let’s go!”

“You don’t have to Kiri, I can go by myself-”

“Nonsense!” Mina interjected. “Kirishima was just telling me he wasn’t doing anything today. Plus you’re going to be needing both an extra pair of hands and eyes if your going to be shopping for clothes.”

You looked ay her in confusion. “I mean, I suppose. But if he doesn’t want-”

“I do!” he shouted, interrupting you into a shocked silence. Clearing his throat, he continued, “Ahem, I mean… I do. I don’t mind tagging along.”

“Alright,” You smiled, your cheeks still feeling warm and butterflies swarming your stomach at being alone with your crush. “If you’re ready, we can go now.”

“Uh,” Kirishima patted his pockets. “Give me a minute to go get my keys and wallet,” he said, before full on sprinting up the staircase towards his room.

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“Here we are,” Kirishima announced, turning off the engine to his beat-up, red pickup truck.

“Thanks for coming along with me Kiri,” you smiled at him.

“It’s no problem, really. I like spending time with you.” His smile was tender and genuine.

“That’s sweet of you. I like spending time with you too,” you said, reaching for the handle of the door.

“Nuh-uh, what do you think you’re doing?” He gently grabbed your forearm, effectively stopping you from opening the door.

You quirked an eyebrow in confusion. “Opening the door to get out??”

“Nope, not while I’m around. A lady shouldn’t have to open a door when a man is with her. I’ve told you this before,” He shakes his head in mock disappointment, not effectively hiding the upturn of the corner of his mouth. “What’s wrong with you?”

He steps out of the truck, quickly rounding the truck and reaching your door to open it. “Seriously Kiri, it’s not that big of a deal,” you said, stepping out of the truck and onto the asphalt, watching as Kirishima locked the truck before walking side by side to the giant building.

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t open the door for you,” Kirishima asked rhetorically.

You giggled at his catchphrase, or rather catchword. As you two entered the mall, you mindlessly glanced at the stores around you. “So you’re going to buy new clothes?

“Yeah, and some snacks, too, for Girl’s Night tonight.”

“Any reason for buying more clothes?”

“Um…” You started blushing again. “It’s kinda embarrassing.”

“Oh, I get it. You don’t have to share if you don’t have to,” Kirishima reassured, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“Thanks,” you smiled gratefully.

You two continue on your way towards the clothing stores, when a shout suddenly sounded throughout the mall and people screamed. You both looked at each other before rushing over. There was a commotion, a young man had a kid hostage in front of the store.

“Give me my son back! Please!” A woman screamed, sounding terrified.

“Mommy!” the boy cried.

“A-Alright, listen up!” the young man stuttered, his whole body trembling as he held up his fingers to the boy’s temple in a gun position. “N-nobody try anything or else this boy is gonna get it!” Everyone stayed still as they nervously listened to his commands. “Everyone here h-hand over whatever money y-you have on you, including you register boy, or else the boy’s not going to be breathing anymore!”

“Robbery, one hostage,” you whispered to Kirishima next to you.

“And his quirk still unknown. We should be cautious about this, otherwise the kid’s gonna get hurt,” Kirishima added.

“Okay so what should we do?”

“How about I sneak up behind him while you get the kid away from him,” Kirishima suggests

“Fine with me,” you agree, going over to a potted plant as to hide your purse. “Let’s go.”

Gathering a small bit of sunlight in your palm, you directed the beam to the robber’s face, not powerful to cause permanent damage to him, but enough to temporarily blind him long enough for you to get the frightened boi away from him.

As soon as the robber yelped in surprise and closing his eyes, you sprinted forward and shoved the blinded robber away from the boy to which he fell against Kirishima who held him in a restraining hold while you jumped back with the little boy in your arms to put a bit more distance just in case. As the robber struggled again Kirishima, who didn’t even budge with all the squirming, you checked over the crying boy for any signs of injury.

Just as you were about to let the boy run over to his mother, the criminal being held by the hulking tank that is Kirishima, pressed his finger gun to Kirishima’s face and a loud bang sounded as he apparently shot at the redhead, a bullet of fire hitting him in the cheek. On instinct, Kirishima activated his quirk to protect himself, but since it was so sudden, he let of of the robber out of surprise. Once he was free, the robber aimed at the boy in front of you and fired.

Without hesitation, you threw yourself over the boy to protect him. Since you handle sunlight, you can take a bit of heat, unfortunately though… your clothes couldn’t. Next thing you knew, your blouse was catching on fire. You tried patting the fire out but obviously it wasn’t working so without thinking, you ripped off your shirt and threw it on the ground, leaving you in just your red, lacy bralette.

A thud sounded from behind you, making you turn around battle-readied, only to see Kirishima with his harden fist hanging in the air and the robber out cold on the ground. “Oh,” you said, “guess you handled that.”

Kirishima gave out a nervous chuckle, a red hue on his cheeks as he looked away. “Uh, yeah…”

A sudden shiver ran down your spine, reminding you of your current state. You let out a shriek, your cheeks now on equal footing with your crush’s red hair. You tried your best to cover yourself, your cheeks getting hotter by the second. Your embarrassment growing as well, as the stupid teenage boys your age started cat whisling at you.

Kirishima couldn’t help his red cheeks when he saw you in your bra, turning his head as to respect your privacy, but as soon as he heard the cat calls, he snapped his head towards the source; a group is rowdy guys his age looking over your general direction.

Wait… were they whistling at you?!

Glancing at you he catches how you were squirming and red in the cheeks, uncomfortable.

Nope. Not happening.

Without much thought, he took off his t-shirt he was wearing, leaving him bare, and went over to hand it to you. “Here, you can use this to cover up,” he said, the heat not entirely have left his cheeks as he trained his eyes solely on your sparkling, (e/c) eyes.

“What about you?” You asked, timidly reaching the shirt.

“No worries. Let’s just cover you up first,” he smiled reassuringly.

Smiling back gratefully, you took the offered clothing and went about putting it on. Meanwhile the group of teens were practically drooling over your figure. That is until Kirishima stepped into their view, arms across his chest with a glare starring daggers and a warning directing at them, his huge hulking frame completely blocking you from their hungry eyes. Being shirtless allowed Kirishima’s hardcore muscles to be displayed in all of their glory. It seems the red head’s goal was working, considering the group all froze up at the sight of his 6’4” muscular build, with not an ounce of fat visible. It took a moment for one of them to unfreeze and quietly urge his companions to move along before the frightening stranger decided to beat them to a pulp.

Satisfied with their scampering away with their tails between their legs, Kirishima turns back around only to be met with your figure practically drowning in his t-shirt. The heat made a complete comeback to his cheeks.You looked so adorable standing there in his clothes.

Before long, the mall’s security made their way over where they took their statements and the unconscious robber and bid the two young heroes their grattitudes before moving along to wait for the police to come and take the criminal away. Once they left, the boy and his mother walked up to you two to give their thanks as well, with the boy excitedly asking for Red Riot’s and (h/n)’s autograph which you both happily gave him, along with a picture being taken. Once the boy was satisfied and proclaiming to never washing his shirt, he and his mother left.

Kirishima turned to you. “You sure you’re okay? You’re not hurt or anything?”

You gave him a reassuring smile as you walked over to the planter in which you had hid your purse. “I’m fine. The fire didn’t burn me or anything, but I might have a bruise from where it hit me. Nothing that I can’t handle.”

“Good, good,” Kirishima nervously rubbed the back of his head.

When you secured your purse over your shoulder, you grabbed his free hand and walked in the direction of the clothing store you usually shopped at. “C’mon. The sooner we get my clothes shopping started, the sooner you can have your shirt back.” Though you didn;t really want to part with his shirt. It was completely engulfing you in his scent, something musky and manly that made you swoon.

“Aw, you don’t like seeing me shirtless?” Kirishima teased.

Hell yes, you thought to yourself. You’d have to be blind or gay to not drool over his washboard abs and bulging biceps, which you were desperately trying not to do. You didn’t want to come off as a pervert but it was hard to ignore the butterflies furiously partying around in your stomach and the intense heat coming off your cheeks.

“Yes,” you whispered, hoping to God that he didn’t hear you. He did, of course, which gave both his ego and the heat in his cheeks a nice boost. Before he could comment on it, you started, “Here we are. This is where I like to buy my clothes.”

Looking up, Kirishima saw the both of you walking towards (insert favorite clothing store).

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Mina, having been standing far enough away from you two so as not to be noticed, grinned and squealed and she happily clapped her hands and did a little happy dance. She had followed you two as to figure out how to get you and Kirishima close, but lo and behold a robber with a fire type quirk came along, albeit she hadn’t really planned for this part to happen at all, but when your shirt was set ablaze and you tore it off in a panic, she had the perfect plan.

She had walked up to the group of teens earlier all flirty and bribed them to go over and give you plently of unwanted attention for some extra cash. Though judging by their snarky appearance, she had bet it wouldn’t be too much trouble for them to start drooling all over you.

Mina did feel a bit bad, exposing you like that and making you uncomfortable, but for the sake of the personal, covert mission she assigned herself to get her two friends together, she knew it would be well worth it. Plus you had the gentle, red-headed giant with you to comfort you in your time of distress so she didn’t let it hold her back too much.

Having the group return a bit shaken from the encounter with Kirishima, one of them shakily asked the pinkette, “W-Was that good enough?”

Giving them her signature grin, Mina handed over a few yen bills as agreed upon. “Yup! Thanks for your help guys!”

Muttering a ‘no problem’, the males continued along their way, counting the money they’ve earned, undoubtedly planning on spending it on drinks or food. Mina glanced back at you two as you lead Kirishima to your favorite store, the giant red-head’s posture now screaming protectiveness over your dignity. She was well assured that her plan to give you guys he right nudge was a success, knowing that Kirishima was planning on confessing his love to you today from her little conversation with the other guys of the Bakusquad.

Satisfied with her work, the cheerful pinkette skipped her way to her favorite store as to buy the required snacks for their girl’s night that evening, confident that you wouldn’t be returning until much later that night after your date.

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Right away, as soon as you two entered the store, you stop by a rack of clothes, excitedly sifting through the hanging clothes.

“Sooo…” Kirishima started. “Is there a specific reason why you’re getting new clothes? Or are you just getting them for the hell of it?” He asked, mindlessly lifting up a blouse, examining it and then putting it back, and that’s when he looked up. Immediately, he felt a sweat drop sliding down the side of his face at all the hungry, drooling ladies in the store shamelessly staring at his bare torso.

“Um, I guess you can say a bit of both,” you responded, checking out a blouse that seems to have caught your attention. “I accidentally burned some of my blouses when using my quirk.”

“How’d you managed that?” Kirishima found what appears to be a pink sleeping shirt that said ‘Donut Worry Be Happy’ with sprinkles all over and a donut in the middle. “Hey this is cute,” Kirishima said, showing you the shirt. He was silently begging you to get it, he knew you’d be adorable in it and he was desperate to see it in person.

You looked over to see the shirt your best friend was holding up. “Oh my god!” You squealed excitedly, taking the shirt from him. “I love this! I’m so getting this. Great find, Kiri!”

Once you turned around, Kirishima silently fist pumped in victory. “Well, anyway. You know how a magnifying glass can concentrate the sunlight and you can start fires with it? Well my quirk is kinda like that. And because of that, there has been more than one occasion where I accidentally burnt my clothes, as much I hate to admit it.”

“Oh, okay I get it,” Kirishima said.

After finding a couple more outfits, you dragged your very shirtless, very hot best friend to the dressing rooms to get his opinion on the outfits you chose. As you showed off the outfits you chose, to which Kirishima said that each one looked great on you.

You guys were started getting goofier, as time went on, you two acted as if you were in a fashion show, with you strutting around in a new outfit each time striking a new pose every minute, even going as far as fixing your hair in messy styles for each one, be it a quick, braid, bun, or ponytail.

As Kirishima patiently waited for you to step out with the next shirt, you called out. “Oh my god, I think this one is my favorite so far! I think this would great with heels though. Hey Kiri?”

“Yeah?”

“You see those heels I was eyeying earlier before we came to here?”

Looking to his left where the wall was covered with shelves and shelves of shoe boxes plus the ones on display, he sees the pair you were talking about. “The white heels, right?” He asked, already walking over to them.

“Yeah, can you see if they have (insert shoe size)?”

Mumbling the shoe size you gave him as he scanned the boxes, he spots the only size that you requested. “You are in luck, milady. There is only one left.”

“Thank you very much, my good sir,” you giggled reaching your hand out for the shoes without revealing the shirt you were wearing. “I’ll be but a moment,” you impersonated a proper tone hand and shoes disappearing behind the closed curtain again.

While Kirishima waiting idly (and trying his best to ignore the hungry stares still directed at him), he decided to ask for some dating intel in the form of small talk. “So hey, random question. Have you ever thought about dating?” Yeah, so not obvious. Way to go, Kirishima.

You paused your struggle with the second heel strap. “What kind of question is that? Of course I have.”

“Oh,” Kirishima simply said. “So, you have a crush on anyone?”

Staying in your position in front of the full-length mirror, you thought about it. Obviously, you had a big fat crush on the male just on the other side of the curtain, but was this his way of finding out if you liked anyone for himself or just out of curiosity? “Yeah… there is someone I really like, but I doubt he’s noticed me at all.”

“Oh? What’s he like?” Kirishima asked, nervous as all hell that you liked someone else.

“Well, he has spiky hair.. Gorgeous red eyes that shine like rubies… he looks intimidating as hell when you first see him, but actually nice once you get to know him… and he’s really handsome, too,” you blushed, lightly hugging yourself as you pictured Kirishima in your head.

Said male had gone quiet, his heart dropping all the way down into his stomach, the weight feeling like a bowling ball. Wait… Do… Do you have a crush on Bakugou?! “Oh… um… he-he sounds like a lucky guy,” Kirishima responded, trying to keep the tremor and disappointment out of his voice.

Dammit, am I too late? Kirishima cursed his reluctance at approaching you with his feelings.

“W-...What about you? Do you like someone?” You asked, heart hammering in your chest in anticipation to his answer.

“Yes,” he said, causing your heart to stop.

“What’s she like? She’s gotta be amazing for you to like her,” you tried to keep your voice cheery, happy that your best friend had found someone, but a whimper threatened to spill past your lips as tears gathered against your lower lashes, your bottom lip wobbly.

“She’s so amazing. She’s strong, and kind, and sweet, and she’s probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing,” Kirishima gushed, a dreamy look on his face. “She does (insert hobby 1), and (insert hobby 2), and she’s so good at it. And she can make some really delicious food, though she swears up and down the road that she’s not that great of a cook, but I can’t help but love every single bite of it.”

“That’s… that’s great,” you said, unable to keep out the tear-filled tone out of your voice.

“Wait, are you crying?!” Kirishima panicked.

You sniffled, hugging yourself tighter, “No.”

Kirishima stayed quiet for a moment. And deciding to be a man and take that leap of faith, he continued, “Though, I admit, she is a little dense.”

That caught you off guard. “Huh?”

“I mean, you would think she’d at least notice a little bit how much time I spend with her,” He said, laughing out loud, partly out of nerves. “Or how no matter the hour during the night, if she came to my dorm crying, I would drop everything to make her feel better, and will do the stupidest shit just to see her smile and laugh. Or how she is literally the sunshine of my life, and with her quirk, its just makes it even more true.”

Your eyes widened. Was he talking about someone with a quirk similar to yours? No, it couldn’t be, there was no possible way he was talking about you, it must be some huge coincidence.

“Or how whenever we go stargazing with each other at night, I have never looked up at the sky, not even once, before. No star, or constellations that she makes up could ever compare to the stars in her (e/c) eyes. (Y/N)... you’re just so perfect, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be good enough for you.”

You whipped around so fast, you actually tripped over the clothes that were scattered at your feet, causing you to curse as you fell, hitting you head against the wall of the dressing room with a rather loud thud as you fell right on your bottom.

Hearing the loud, resonating thud, Kirishima panicked and went into hero mode, rushing to pull back the curtain to see if you were harmed or not. Quickly finding you on the floor, tenderly rubbing the back of your head, your expression pinched with slight pain.

“Hey, are you okay?!” Kirishima worried, kneeling down to your level with his arms outstretched as if to catch you should you fall over all of a sudden.

“Yeah, just banged my ass and head is all,” you groaned, still tenderly rubbing the sore spot, sitting up more.

“Here, let me check your head.” Before you could protest that you were perfectly fine, Kirishima gently cradled your head and tenderly pushed your head forward so he could check out the damage that had been done. You instantly shut your mouth, your cheeks blooming into a rosy color at the close proximity, smelling his natural scent coming from his bare skin. “Well, you have a slight bump but that’s about it,” he concluded, letting your head go. “But I don’t know if you’ll end up with a concussion or not.”

You shoke your head, saying in a soft voice, “I doubt it. I’ve hit my head harder on missions.”

Once he was sure enough that you would be alright, it was then that he noticed what you were wearing and he couldn’t help but blush. It was a one sleeved crop top that showed a moderate amount of clevage, the end of it reaching above your cute belly button, and it was such a nice shade of red, almost reminding him of his hair color.

“That’s uh… That’s a really nice blouse,” he complimented, suddenly flustered at how beautiful you looked along with the blouse you were currently wearing looking up at him through your hair which was hanging down, eyes big and doe like.

Completely blanking on the compliment thrown your way, you continued to stare at him in awe as you processed what he had said earlier. “…Did you mean what you said?”

“Oh, uh,” his hand shot up to rub his neck nerviously, chuckling. “Well yeah, of course. It would be pretty unmanly if I lied. And… it would be pretty unmanly for me to not tell you how I feel about you.”

“H-How you feel…?” Kirishima prayed that that sparkle in your (e/c) eyes was hope as you subconsciously leaned closer to him in anticipation.

“I’m just- I’m gonna just come out and say it,” Kirishima said, more to himself though as to encourage himself. Taking a deep breath, reached out and ever so gently held your cheek as though you were fragile and can break at any moment, and looked into those sparkling (e/c) eyes he loved so much. “I really, really like you (Y/n). For a long time now.”

Tears gathered in your eyes as a brilliantly bright smile spread across your beautiful face, rivaling the sun. “Really?”

“Yes really,” Kirishima confirmed, your bright smile bringing forth a bright grin of his own.

“Am I dreaming?” You giggled nervously, hoping to god that he wasn’t pranking you or anything. It all seemed so surreal and like a dream. “You actually like me?”

Kirishima laughed. “I’ll even go as far as say I love you.”

You leaned forward until your forehead bumped with his hard chest, clenching your fists against him. “This isn’t a dream…” you whispered happily. “You actually like me.”

“And I would be just as happy if you will have me as your man,” Kirishima muttered into your hair, bringing his arms around you in a hug.

“Yes!” You didn’t hesitate in accepting his proposal. You squealed in delight as Kirishima squeezed you tight in his arms, rocking the both of you back and forth.

Pulling away, you were blinded by his bright grin. “Let’s go to the movies!”

“What, right now?” You giggled, wiping at your tears.

“Yes! We can do a movie and dinner date! I know the food court isn’t probably the most appealing, but I want to take you on a date right now, especially in that amazing outfit you have on now,” Kirishima rambled, his excitement reminding you of a hyper puppy dog.

“Okay, let’s do it!” You couldn’t help but share his excitement, completely forgetting the fact that you had girl’s night later that evening and the reason you came to the mall was to grab snacks for it.

Right away, Kirishima helped you pick up the clothes that you were going to buy, in the process, finding and putting on his own shirt, insisting that you keep the shirt and wedge heels on for you last minute date. The both of you were practically jumping at the seams with excitement as you went up to the register. Being the gentleman that he is, Kirishima tried insisting that he pay for the clothes and heels for you, but you argued that you were perfectly capable on paying for them on your own, the two of you continued going back and forth as the cashier looked between you two as you argued who was paying as she tried her best not to laugh.

Ultimately you allowed to pay for the shirt you were currently wearing, the sleep shirt he found and the heels, but no more. As you paid the cashier for all the other clothes, you laughed at Kirishima’s grumbling, reaching up to kiss away his pout. After paying, you two had decided to stop by the theaters in the mall to choose and pay for a movie, and this time you let Kirishima pay. As you awaited for the time of the movie, you walked around sharing a pretzel as a snack as you continue doing a bit more shopping, with Kirishima also buying you a stuffed animal because what kind of man would he be if he didn’t buy you a plushie as a memento of your first date?

On your way towards the food court, you could hear Kirishima humming My Only Sunshine with a satisfied expression on his face. “Are you really humming that?” You laughed.

Kirishima grinned down at you, lacing his fingers with yours and swinging your arms. “I can’t help it if you’re the light of my life.”

#kirishima eijiro x reader #bnha eijiro kirishima #bakusquad #minor nudity #mild cursing #aged up #ua #class 1a #fem!reader

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monsoonblooms12 · 4 years ago

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Priyotomo (Ethan Ramsey x f!MC)

Summary: The Last Day at Amazon and Ethan's first day back at Boston from Ethan and Pooja's POV

Priyotom(o/a): (Bengali) Dearest, Most Beloved

A/N: Time for another hopeless attempt at poetry!! Anyway, this is my take on Dr Ethan Ramsey running to the Amazons. I really hope that this is not absolute crap and makes so sense🧡

Thank you so much to Simone for Pre-reading! Love you Gurl🧡

If you enjoyed the story, please like it, leave a comment or reblog. Your feedback keeps me going🤎

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Word Count: around 1.8K

Rating: General

Category: Angst

Warnings: (Very Brief) Mentions of blood, fainting and drinking

Title Inspo: Priyotomo Hai - Rabindra Sangeet (Rabindranath Tagore's composition)

OTHER WORKS

Pooja

16 years.

The date was displayed with vivid eloquence by the woody beige cubes that adorned the desk, posing a match with the minimalism of the room.

It was a preposterous fact.

Glassy ambers switched perspective in a progressive motion, and they interpreted the solitary shine of the table lamp on the transparent surface.

Four glowing smiles, two tiny toddlers sat on their parents' lap.

It does not feel surreal. Neither a tale of a bygone era.

It was not her past. It was her present, her life's gears were turned by this very photograph.

Her bracelet adorned hand held it close to her heart, which beat in a meteoric rhythm.

The cacophonous tunes from the fiesta painfully pierced through her reverie, cajoling her to close the mahogany doors that lead to her cocoon.

The flamboyant kantha stitched lehenga proved to be burdensome to carry.

With ponderous steps, Pooja settled down on the couch, pulling her feet to herself.

She wanted to be ten again. Not eleven.

Terminate the time when she could be that blithe girl, rolling dices with her mother.

But there was a specific reason why the reminisces came back stronger than any usual day.

Somewhere in the remote land, in a cholera-stricken district, a summery blue-eyed man spent his days in seclusion.

And occupied the chambers of her cerebral hemispheres.

What was the pain of being left alone with only emotions as a companion without as much as a message?

She wiped her cheek, only to discover the black of her eyeliner now adorning her fingers.

She had been crying.

When? She could not feel the tears that left smokey meanders on the map of her face.

The heartbreak and the circumstances had numbed her feelings. All she wanted was an embrace.

Why did his peach lips mark her as his if this was the end in sight?

She refused to accept it. The end.

She placed her foot down, not feeling the pierce of a pin fallen down against her skin.

Drops of scarlet marked her track as she retouched the smear of her face.

Time to go and socialize.

Ethan

Of everything to look at in the shiny cellular, his eyes now traced the pristine form of the lady who now inhabited every one of his senses.

The comely picture made her look ravishing and the adamant neurons started pulling out manila folders with her memories kept in them.

No. He cannot.

The fiery golden liquid disappeared faster than it had been poured.

He had found himself on the crossroad of whether to type out the words that played in a loop in his mind or not.

I miss you!

He always chose the latter.

He had already given her a false hope.

Of a future of them.

He did not want to do it again.

Only now he realizes that it was a hope he had given himself as well when he first took that sacred form of hers into his arms.

And that he ran away. Like a coward.

Ethan Ramsey the coward.

Who could not fight for them.

Who could not fight for her.

Who could not fight for Lo-

No.

He did not let the word complete. The very thought was dangerous.

Throwing the classy cylinder he had been holding with a deathly grip, he poured the last bit of that glass bottle in him.

And walked over hurriedly, the tiny glass pieces stabbing him, to again begin the reset.

One which would never complete.

Next Day

Pooja

The ethereal moon spread out the beams of serenity all over the ceremonious night.

It was a lively affair. Merrymaking and cultural programs went on, as she stood amidst the cheery atmosphere with a sombre expression.

In front of Pooja, was the masterfully sculpted idol of the Mother Goddess, standing majestically as the centrepiece of the celebration. She was the epitome of power, the Mahisasura Mardini.

The recollections of an unforgettable past come as paper-planes drifting in a gentle air, carrying the playfulness, a child's happy smiles. A time when her mother would take Pooja to the mythological lands through her words, and they would get lost like flying butterflies in fairytale land.

The tunes of Bengali music float in the gentle air, and she hums along. The first song her mom had taught her, also for a Durga Puja function. Her mom was deeply rooted in all of them, the culture of Bengal kept alive by her. She was the reason why Pooja could become a part of a community she takes pride in.

Even now, so many years later, things don't change. They hold on to these roots like they are holding onto their life, not letting them disappear.

It feels like holding onto her, keeping her alive.

Recreating a small piece of her favourite Kolkata in Bhopal.

But the aura of calm hid like the clouds covering the sun's shine. The piercing pain of heartbreak came back, the wound untreated.

The soft sand of her life's hourglass prickles, solitary grains floating to join their siblings. The wish of them defying gravity and going back to bring the 10th year of her life had never been so strong as it was now.

The heavy jewellery tugged at her ears, letting her know their presence and the styled hair gave her a throbbing headache.

Her tiredness and exhaustion, now fuelling back in her veins refusing to let her bring back that sense of peace she experienced moments ago.

Around her people wore phoney smiles. All they cared about was unimportant Tommy rot. Not a single one of them stepped back from criticizing the others behind their backs.

It was a saga of inflated egos, of constant competition, to make the next person look inferior.

She was tired.

Of people running away, Of abandonment, Of hopes getting dashed.

Why did his thoughts keep coming back? After all, he did make it clear, didn't he?

But did he really succeed? Did his efforts head? Did his heart finally give in to his relentless demand?

Did he really forget her?

All the messages that lay not replied, unheard voicemails, she was sure he had.

But that colour of his he left on her?

The piece of his heart that was protected by her?

Would he be able to forget them?

An earthen lamp flickered in front of her, bud she did no rush to save it.

If it goes out, then let it.

Just like the never-ending load shedding of her life.

But it didn't.

It was a wish, a hope that kept it alive.

The sweet nothings he had whispered to her, the gentle kisses he lined on her forehead.

They had promised her forever.

His being enveloped her, she doubted if it would ever break.

The hope of him & her flickers every now and then, just like the earthen lamp.

But did it go off?

It couldn't.

Because there was no wind strong enough to extinguish it.

The possibility of him and her.

The realization and a blackness hit her at the same time.

And as she fell, her mind held on to only it.

The possibility of him and her.

Ethan

If the Great Thinkers from BCs before were asked if going to a beer garden after spending 2 months in another continent and a 13hr long flight was a sensible thing to do, they would have watched the questioner in bewilderment.

And he agreed. He was not being sensible, not even 1%.

The urge to see her, to gaze at her moonly face, to know that she okay.

It had never been so strong. He felt his mind would give up on him if he could not locate her today.

Not that he had stopped the forgetting process, absolutely not.

It was just a solace, a bandage to the scars he had given himself.

That she would be okay even if he was not there with her.

Focus fixed on keeping his gaze as unhurried as possible, he looked around, putting the well-trained ears and eyes to work.

And then he saw them.

All her friends clustered at a table, merrily clinking beer bottles and sharing happy glances. His eyes pierced into the scene, but he could not locate her.

A step or two brought him close, the desperateness making his heart go crazy.

But the conclusion shattered every bit of sense and calm, dissipated the hope of getting to see here.

She was not here.

His face fell like someone who had lost the thing they hold the closest to their heart.

She, really, was not here.

He really wanted to ask the residents sitting at the table in question, to get some, any, news on her.

But his rational mind still existed, and it was the only thing that stopped him from going haywire.

She was not here.

He took out the notorious cuboid chiming in his pocket, full of satirical typed phrases his cerebrum refused to decrypt.

But it was adamant to get his attention.

A scoff escaped like a habit.

As if anyone could be powerful enough to take his attention away from her.

He was caught in a maze of her memories, his time in the continent thousands of kilometres away and the ghoul of feelings chasing him deeper into it, making him yearn for her solace, the moistness of a forlorn kiss on his forehead, the gentle swipe of a thumb to take his tears away.

His way was lost in there, every turn making him end up more challenged. But even if he did not want to, he had to find the way out.

His soul was like a thorn who could only hurt the tender flower that she was.

What he did not realize was that she was a rose, her being was amidst thorns.

She had the power to beautify them.

The click of the turn-on sound, brought him back to the piece of work his fingers were creating on the light emanating screen.

And in seconds that passed too fast, he saw his heart's treasure,

She was here.

Not in footsteps & whispers.

She was here.

Not in touches and kisses.

She was here.

Not in muscle and bone.

But in labyrinths of his heart, in filmstrips of his memory, in sensations that made him go wild,

She was here.

(With him forever, she was not the one to leave his side)

PS: I HC the end of 1st year of their residency being in Sept-Oct, which is the time of Durga Puja in India. And since Poo is half Bengali, and she never misses any tradition involving her mom's side of the fam, so she would not have been at Boston then. (Or take it as an excuse to increase angst potential) Anyway, Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a great day ahead! Love, Manamee🧡.

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curseofaphrodite · 3 years ago

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GURL im going to a wedding tmrw (my dads friend) and im wearing this pretty golden lehenga with a red border type thing dkzkaksmkd im so excited!!!

AA the best part of weddings are defo the dresses and omg im sure youre gonna look like a GODDESS!!! LET ME KNOW HOW IT GOES JAK

#ben barnes simp #to dust queue shall return

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blackrosesfanfic · 6 years ago

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Chapter 184

Devin

Greg shakes his head at me. "I'm thinking my nigga sold out. Went and married a white gurl after cleaning up his life."

"What, bruh?" I say chuckling.

"You here cause you got my text and you ready to make real money?" Luke says nodding.

I shake my head. "Last thing I need in money, bruh."

"So it is a white girl?" Greg asks.

"What is wrong with you and white girls? Me and MiMi..."

Luke chokes on his Hennessy a bit. "Shit. MiMi? What the fuck MiMi still doing around? You got money with MiMi ass in the picture?"

"Naw you got it wrong." Greg says. "He wouldn't have shit if MiMi wasn't around. She will rape his ass for all the money he has. Nigga ain't bouts to be happy with no white girl."

I laugh. "Y'all not shit. You know."

Luke chuckles leaning over the table. "What you got in your hand?"

"Something cute." Greg says taking it. "Wedding invitations?"

"The fuck? You marrying little hotty?"

"We married already. Just having a wedding now."

Luke snaps his finger. "Don't open mine motherfucker. Baby ma's wants to open that. When you get married?"

"The first time? Man, it been a minute now. A year?"

"About damn time. I thought you wanted to be an old dog like me." Greg says. He tosses the invite to the side. "We send something back?"

"Bitch, that's your ticket on the jet. You better get that shit and keep it close." I say cutting my eyes at him.

He picks it up off the floor. "Shit."

"A jet? We flying private?" Luke says lighting a blunt.

"I mean unless you wanna provide your own way to the wedding. It's up to you. You still need that invite to attend the wedding."

Greg sighs. "Why you give it to me so early? Here you keep it. Give it to me later."

I take it back from him then stand up. "Some shit never change."

"Where you going?" Luke says sitting up.

"Im supposed to be home resting with the little sick man and his sister."

"Who?" Greg asks.

I laugh. "My kids man."

"Two?"

"When you get a girl? Thats how MiMi fine ass trapped him." Greg laughs.

I chuckle. "We had a baby girl a few months ago."

"What's your answer on this job?" Luke asks.

"Hell naw. I don't need the trouble or the money."

"Damn, I feel disrespected." Luke says. "You turning down food on your table without fucking asking the details. What the fuck you got going on that's putting my little shit to bed? You got enough shit going on in your life? I need to know something. Who shit you moving?"

I frown. This turning into shit too fast. Shit I don't need. Shit I would have never predicted. I was tempted to tell him that I am moving my own shit. That would have made matters worst. Then again at the same time this nigga up here acting like he made me. Either way I don't want his shit in the middle of my shit. I got a few people I deal with for when celebrities ask about drugs. They are his people so ain't shit to say. I glance at Greg to read his expression. His expression read that this was a simple conversation. But as simple as it may seem, it's not simple.

"Bitch you own me?"

"I fed you when you needed to be fed."

I scrunch up my face. "I worked my ass off for what I made. You were only looking out for your fucking self just like me. Don't fucking at like you above me."

"What we doing all this shit for?"

"What I owe you? Name it."

Luke chuckles. "Its like that? You just gonna wipe out whatever amount I specify?"

"I look like a fucking bank?"

"Nigga, smoke a blunt and shut the hell up. You don't owe me shit."

"Including a fucking explanation of how the fuck I'm living my life. But since you want to know so damn bad... I'm currently living with my wife fucking best friend and her damn family."

Greg laughs. "Oh yeah. The one who married Trey Songz."

"The fuck?" Luke says. "You living with them? They feeding your family?"

"Gotta make it in life." I say shrugging walking towards the door.

Luke turns in his seat. "Bitch, I highly doubt that shit."

"Come to the wedding." I shrug. "You'll see."

"Baby Ma's really gonna be hyped about this shit. I might get head up until the damn wedding."

I know I ain't shit for that but I want this nigga to understsnd thst his way ain't the only way. I ain't gojng down the list of shit that Trey has setup for me. Not to this nigga when he in his feelings about me needing him. No nitch I don't need you. I got richer friends in higher places that not looking over their shoulders for the cops to knock their shit down. I want him to feel like he is disposable. Replaced by someone he only wishes to live like. I win. Even though I made myself seem like a fucking loser.

"Wife." I say answering MiMi's video.

"I need you to get the... Where the fuck you at?"

I didn't think about that. I chuckle. "In my car, bae."

"Don't fuck with me you bitch ass motherfucker."

"Mookie, we talked about your language towards me."

She rolls her eyes. "Fine. Don't lie to me you fucking black ass nigga."

I laugh. "Oh that's cute."

"You in the fucking hood?"

"Bae, I'm..."

She pauses the video or something. "Did your dumbass forget where we live?"

"Bae, stop." I say looking out the window. "How can you tell where I'm at?"

"Devin, don't play with me."

I look at the road. "I went by to give Luke and Greg the shit. I told you about that."

"Those wedding invites better be the only thing you gave them."

"Oh naw. I gave them some dick too."

She twists up her face. She was looking at somebody.

"What the fuck he say?" It was Rollie.

I start laughing. "Naw, man."

Rollie was in the view of the camera. "Fuck naw."

"I was being funny." I laugh. "She was going on like I was cheating."

"Fuck that."

"I mean damn Rollie. Here I am thinking he selling drugs or fucking other bitches. Now I fucking got to worry about him fucking the fucking homies. How I supposed to compete with strong jaws."

I laugh hysterically. "Bae, stop."

"Shut the hell up, man." Rollie laughs.

"Shit, Rollie." MiMi says then starts laughing. "Oh my baby in here now. Let me act like somebody. Hey, Coosa."

"You called her Cooda? Like Cooda cat?"

She flips me off. "Go fuck somebody with your dumbass."

"Damn, what happen to acting like somebody?"

"Rollie took the baby. Bye."

I love the fuck out of my Mookie. I chuckle to myself. She hung up the phone on me.

Trey

"Brown." I say dapping him up. "Damn, you took long enough."

"Aye, I was outside waiting on you for 40 minutes."

I laugh. "Bitch, you were not."

"Straight fucking up." he says. "I gotta pee."

"Damn, nigga. I'll be outside."

"Imma take 40 minutes to pee." Chris says walking away.

I leave out. He know his ass lying about sitting out here for 40 minutes. Chris not waiting on anybody that long. He is headed out of the building by the time we get to the car.

"Fucking Jackie was with me earlier." I say.

"What happened to him?" Chris says opening a box of food.

I open it up more looking inside. "Nigga, all that fatty food gonna catch up with your ass. I don't know where he went. I'm guessing back to Kevin's where the bitches and liquor at. I been in my feelings for the last hour. I'm sure he got bored. Listening to me bitch about my shit."

"I'll listen to you bitch all day." Chris says mouth full of food. "I had Royalty earlier today. You missed her."

"I saw her. Joyce had her."

Chris nods. "What you bitching about?"

"I'm always bitching when I'm away from home. I have fucking trust issues like a bitch. If Cammie not near me she out fucking somebody."

Chris laughs. "That's a fucking lie. I know you know its a lie. But it coming from somewhere. Why would you think it?"

"She too perfect. Niggas like me... Like you. We don't get perfect."

"Shit. I know. I feel you." he says stuffing his mouth. "This the reason you never post shit about your wife?"

I nod. "I go posting this perfect woman being the perfect wife I need. Expressing my love for her. Telling the whole world how I found the love of my life. Dedicating every love song I hear to her existence. Proving my faithfulness. Then some nigga hits me up telling me how he fucking my wife. How he done sampled a piece of my perfect life."

Chris cuts his eyes at me. "You think about this a lot."

"Every fucking time I'm away from my wife."

"Shit." he says putting his food down. "I'm not a nigga for advise cause my ass even more insecure. Amber makes sure I call it insecure not trust issues."

I laugh. "Fucking Amber."

Chris nods. "She my golden star. My good luck charm... Anyway, Cammie a fucking goddess man. She perfect just like you think. Like she has proven to be loyal when she hates you. If anything call that Southern Belle out on her shit. Your grandma ain't raised you that way. She values her pussy, no offense. She not gonna just give it to some other nigga. I still don't see how your ass got her. You fit her standards in some alternate world. She yours in this life and the next. Niggas already see your girl."

"Wha?"

"Yeah. Niggas was talking about her just today. On some disrespectful shit but none of those bitches could even fix their lips to lie about hitting. They know that lie gonna have to be backed up with some real shit."

"Talking about my wife how?"

He chuckles. "I wasn't in the whole conversation but from what I heard talking about how they worked their asses off to get nothing."

"Worked their asses off?"

"Trey, repeat one more damn thing I say." Chris says taking out his phone. "Cammie always where you think she is. Stop flexing nigga."

I take out my phone and stare at the home screen. "Yeah, I know."

Chris takes my phone. "Let's call her. She either lying in the bed with MiMi or somewhere in the house fussing at Lane. She back from dancing?"

"Yeah."

"Hey... What?" Lane says. "Chris? No."

Chris laughs. "Where your mama?"

"I not say it."

"Lane, Imma knock your head across the room." Chris says shaking the phone.

Lane laughs. "You hit my car with you car?"

Chris laughs. "I don't go around hitting people little boy. You fake as shit."

"You see Caden?"

"Lane get that off of his head! What are you doing?" Cammie snaps. "Give me my phone!"

"Mommy, no be like that." Lane says. "In a minute."

"Boy!"

Lane starts crying. "You be mean like that to me? No."

Cammie looks at the phone. "Christopholucus, why do you have my husband's phone?"

"Why you being mean to my little nigga?"

"His fake ass is not worried about you." Cammie says turning the phone.

Lane was in the middle of the floor with JJ and a toy airplane. You wouldn't think that he was just crying about a phone.

"Tremaine, I hear you breathing. Did your ass get some medicine?"

"Umm?" I say leaning away from the phone.

Cammie sucks her teeth. "Caden talk to your daddy and his friend. I don't got time."

I look at the screen. This woman had put the phone near Caden. He turns his head looking at the phone. He turns back away from it licking his tongue out. Chris hands me the phone. I sit there watching Caden. He turns his head back to the phone. This time he stares at it.

"You happy cause you see your daddy face?" Cammie says. "Tremaine, are you okay?"

"Yeah."

She bites Caden's neck making him laugh. He turns his head towards her. She bites at his face making him laugh some more. I smile at them. Once again I get to witness Cammie and her great parenting skills. She is a great mother. I hope she never goes through what we went through in the past. From Caden to before Lane. I want to make our lives just as perfect as the idea of us.

"Talk to you later, Daddy." Cammie says hanging up.

"Enjoy the moment as best as you can." I say looking at Chris. "That's what I end up telling myself. But it only comes to me at the end of the week when I realize how dumb I've been acting."

Chris smiles. "Man, your shit all good. Work on keeping the same energy when it comes time to leave. Amber and me are shooting to be better than yall."

"You do that." I nod.

"I want to get married this summer. What you think?"

I shake my head. "You better off trying next year. "MiMi and Dee getting married this year."

"And?"

"You can't show up their wedding. You gotta give them at least 3 months to enjoy the high from their own wedding without attending yours."

Chris shrugs. "I guess I like them like that."

"You do."

"When you figure out this whole insecure shit, let me know so I can fix my shit."

"Amber just might be your Cammie if you keep your dick to yourself."

"5 months clean." he says nodding.

I start counting the months backwards. "And yall been together for how long?"

He waves his hand. "Focus on your shit."

"Bitch."

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thelastqueenofspades · 7 years ago

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Alright, so I find it hilarious that so many people with only a slight interest in greek mythology lose their shit over the sheer number of gods in the greek pantheon, saying things like "there's so many of them!!!", "why did they have a god for THAT???", because every time I hear it I just go ????????????? HELLO??? YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HALF OF IT!!!! IT GETS WORSE THE DEEPER YOU DIVE IN TRUST ME!

History fact of the day: the greeks were CRAZY. They had a god for absolutely everything - nowadays most of the big honchos of the Olympus are fairly well known but there's a full bunch of random characters hanging around whose existence (and purpose in life) is largely ignored (completely understandable, seeing as some of them go around like "yaaaay I'm the goddess of the full moon!" or even "freaking goddess of your damn garden, beat that if you can").

Let me introduce a personal favourite of mine - enter Momus, the greek's very own god of SARCASM, MOCKERY, IRONY, and basically anything involving PRANKS and FOOLING WITH PEOPLE.

Now why the hell would they need a god for this I have no idea (but hey, the norse came up with Loki, soooooo). So this dude does ABSOLUTELY NOTHING in any great greek meetings for war, gossip, rape of mortal women or other godly stuff the Olympians were always at - EXCEPT for RANDOMLY GOING AT SOME GOD and saying something along the lines of "hahaha ur soooo stupid", "ur tunic looks like a gurls" or plain and simply "dude, you FUGLY".

Eventually Zeus got so tired of him that he was banished from Olympus (fairly sure it was after he made a dick joke to Zeus) but before that happened he gave us some pretty golden moments with his commentary, because apparently at some point in time he was asked for his opinion on some gods' creations (a man, a house and a bull) and his answers apparently were "jesus Hephaestus how the hades do you know what this human is thinking if it doesn't have a FUCKING HOLE in the chest to LITERALLY see it", followed by "I like all my houses with wheels incorporated so that I can leave you losers the moment you start being so boring - ergo, this one is shitty" and finally the magical "wtf why doesn't this bull have eyes on its horns, how the hades does it see when it's charging".

Here's some beautiful artwork of this wondrous meeting.

I MEAN

HE JUST LOOKS

SO DONE

WTF I'M SURROUNDED BY IDIOTS

Also, let's not forget that more or less about halfway through the Ancient Greek timeline of its mythology there was this moment when Gea (aka the Earth) complained to Zeus about the increasing number of humans, after which Zeus apparently urged the mortals to go on and have the War of Thebes. Problem is, there was not enough massacre, so Zeus was wondering whether it'll be better to send a storm or a flood when suddenly Momus shows up and goes "don't you worry, u just go and have a daugther and call her Helen, I promise somebody is bound to fuck up around her at some point".

For those of you who don't know, Helen basically became the center of the greatest fuck up in greek mythology - which is not very easy, lemme tell you.

And to wrap it up, turns out the only goddess who ever managed to avoid being majorly burned by this guy was Aphrodite, basically because Momus looked her over and the only thing he could say about her was "ur too gossipy" and "bitch change ur sandals thay squeak".

So conclusion: if you don't love Momus you're just wrong.

#greek #greek mythology #greek gods #momus #zeus #god #sarcasm #the iliad #the illiad #this dude rocks #ancient greece #aphrodite #hephaestus #olympus #mythology #hellenic

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kwa-mii · 8 years ago

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A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

I consumed half a jar of nutella while writing this rip

This fic uses two prompts (thanks!); social media from @thinkoutsidethelovesquare is the main focus, while @queermiraculous‘ prompt discovery rounds it all off ~

The formatting should be pretty clear? but bold represents a screen name. I’ve also used some emojis because it’s social media and I dig that, so hopefully that shows up?

This fic is shameless tbh and so is my self-promotion (head to ao3)

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words- a Chlonette fic (1347 words)

Alya had been pestering Marinette to get on Instagram for months now, and Marinette's will had finally caved. She didn't know how long she would maintain the account, but it certainly didn't hurt to try it out.

Picking a username was the difficult part. After much thought, she settled on marinettemakes, because if there was anything she wanted to do with this account, it would be to share her designs (besides, alliteration was always cute). For her username, she chose a photo of herself that her parents had taken on her last birthday; warm light, her face tilted up towards the camera, a smile stretched across her face. For her first post, she couldn't decide, so she started by seeing which of her classmates had accounts of their own.

Alya's was full of shots of her friends and some of her work or her food, captioned with class conspiracies - and her feed bore remarkable similarities to Nino's, which raised interesting questions about their alleged non-relationship. More interesting yet was their choice to use their akumatised names, ladywifi and bubbler, for their accounts. Juleka's profile didn't have a single selfie, instead turning her camera towards the world around her, but Rose's made up for this with lots of candids of her friend among the dogs she had met in the parks of Paris. Ivan ran an edgy, monochrome account, from which pictures of his girlfriend radiated. Kim's was upbeat, chronicling his morning runs and deadlift records, and the great stacks of foods he shared with his friends. It seemed Alix was trying to outdo him in showing off, because she showed similar images in between those of her freestyling in skate parks. Max had an account only to like the posts of his friends. Adrien's Instagram seemed to be run by his management; behind the scenes of his latest shoot, grateful shout-outs and promotions for the brands that hired him. He had by far the greatest follower count for the class.

It was really interesting to see the images her classmates curated for themselves, but Nathaniel's was closest to what she thought she envisioned for herself. Seeing his profile full of his doodles, comic scraps, and completed pieces reassured her that it wasn't unusual to have an account dedicated to your work. So, tentatively, she posted a photo of a circle skirt she had made, accessorised with a pair of cute socks and thick-soled shoes.

She was surprised how quickly the feedback came in:

ladywifi: gurl!! this is so awesome!

roselavillove: ❤❤

lechampionkim: nice legs :-) and a nice skirt too lmao

And a new follow request! chloebourgeois had requested to follow her, which wasn't surprising - though Chloé hated her and was not interested in anything other than herself, she could hardly afford to let someone slip under her radar of data and derision. Marinette shrugged, and accepted the request, following her classmate in return and absently looking through the pictures Chloé had decided to post.

chloebourgeois uploaded mostly selfies; neck a beautiful arch, lips a slight pout to emphasise their shape, make up always perfect. Her trademark look was that frosted lip with long eyelashes and a small flick of eyeliner, but this profile showed her versatility, and had gained her a lot of followers as a fledgling beauty guru. In awe, Marinette scrolled down. Chloé with dark red lips. Chloé with a bronzed contour. Chloé in nude. (The words were unfortunate. This set up a new image that had to be rapidly discarded for her own safety.)

She had just uploaded a new photo: Chloé on the balcony of her father's hotel in the early bloom of the sunset, face in blissful profile, golden light kissing her golden skin and hair, hands skimming her collarbones to display their beautiful shape.

marinettemakes: Wow!

And in the same moment, chloebourgeois left a comment on her photo: wow 👌

Chloé did not like many people's pictures, let alone leave comments on them. This was something Alya picked up on after she had left comments (flattering ones!) on three different pictures in a row: "Is there something going on between you and Chloé that you didn't tell me about? I thought you hated each other."

"I'm pretty sure we still do," Marinette mused, and meant it.

"Hmm."

Yet, this apparent thaw in their relationship was from both ends. Marinette had liked selfies of Chloé tossing her ponytail over her shoulder (marinettemakes: Your hair is so pretty!), nursing a cup of coffee with slightly bleary eyes (marinettemakes: You woke up like this? Amazing x), showing off a cute Ladybug hoodie she had bought (marinettemakes: Almost as cute as the real thing :) ) and painting on a shimmery smoky eye (marinettemakes: How do you do this? This is stunning!)... and pretty much everything else she had ever posted.

"I'm just being nice, Alya. Chloé's a narcissist. I don't know, I guess we might get along better if I compliment her loads, and it's way easier complimenting her from far away rather than to her face. I get intimidated and chicken out."

"Why? Because she's hot and you can't keep your cool?"

Alya said it like a joke, but Marinette replied to it like a reality, "N-no! I mean, like, she's obviously hot, aesthetically-pleasing, whatever, but that isn't important. It's not that."

"Hmm."

"Besides!" she floundered, "If she's being nice to me, it's because she's figured out she can get something out of me."

Comments on marinettemakes left by chloebourgeois: 'above average xx' (a cosy knitted jumper), 'my favourite babe! <3' (a tea dress inspired by Chat Noir), three fire emojis in a row (a dress that came out shorter than intended, drawing the eye down to her thighs), a cheeky 'girls in suits? UGH' (a suit jacket that Alya had convinced her friend to wear with a nude illusion beneath), 'pretty, but what does it look like on the designer?' (a sketch of a summery dress with ruffles and layers of volume).

Alya had stubbornly called this flirting ('She's gay, boo.' 'No way. She's obsessed with Adrien.' 'Fine! She's bi, boo.'), but Marinette did not feel like Chloé had changed her attitude outside of leaving flirty comments on her pictures - and Alya did that too, so it didn't mean anything. Indeed, all it had culminated in was a DM saying 'hey so daddy's got a charity gala and I've run out of things to wear, so I want you to design me something. gold would be nice', and a picture of Chloé on the arm of a famous human rights lawyer, dressed in lamé and looking like a Grecian goddess, with tendrils of beautiful curling hair escaping the coil atop her head to caress her cheeks (marinettemakes: Beyond gorgeous!). She had not even given a credit to the designer, and the designer did not feel it her place to say.

This was Marinette's explanation. However, the comments on Marinette's few selfies (pretty!, hooot x, ur like an angel) said something else entirely.

And, well, a picture is worth a thousand words.

ladywifi posted a new picture: a selfie with Nino, hand making a peace sign. 'school dance babes!' reads the caption, 'and there certainly were some babes tonight'

marinettemakes posted a new picture: a group photo of her four friends, arms draped over each other's shoulders. It's a lovely candid shot, Adrien laughing at something Nino says to him, Marinette's attention directed somewhere beyond the shot (you can almost see it on her face: holy...). 'Had a really great night!' she says, and means it.

chloebourgeois posted a new picture: a selfie taken from slightly above to give the best vantage of her cleavage in the revealing evening gown, and the dark plum lips (a new colour for her). At this angle, you can see the fingertips of the hand around her waist, and the slight blurring of her lipstick. 'you should've see me on the dancefloor 😉'

And, if you know where to look, you can. In the background of ladywifi's latest picture, somewhere in the dark of the dancefloor, you might discover Marinette Dupain-Cheng kissing Chloé Bourgeois, who she has been staring hungrily at since she first walked in the door - and plum is exactly what will quench her appetite.

Not in the photo, however, is the moment they pull away and say exactly what's on their mind: "Wow..."

#outsidethelovesquare #ml pride month #chlonette #chloe bourgeois #marinette #alya cesaire #ml fanfic #kwa-mine #the longest paragraphs of my whole life

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Finally I can request yaaaaay!! This is my first time! Ok could you please do how would the rfa+v+saeran react to MC being a professional figure skater (like Viktor from yoi), and the reason that she is in Korea is because for a competition, like she is not from Korea she's a foreigner

I can’t follow this request exactly as it is,otherwise MC could have lost the competition for W.O. since she was trapped for11 days lololol. So I’m just going with a foreigner MC living in Korea fortraining, is that ok?

RFA + Saeran and V with an ice skater MC

Zen

Powercouple, the tabloids are going crazy about him dating this super talented andpromising ice skater from Thailand (like Phichit

Yourschedules are a mess, so it’s hard for him to watch you competing, and it’shard for you to watch his musicals

Butyou two try to make the best out of it, and he dedicates all his free time towatch your practices

Sonof a bitch even joins you in the ice rink and damn, he got some fine moves youcould use

Actually,exchanging dance moves are a thing to both of you. And the result is always amazing!

Whenhe released his first album, you were competing in Germany so you couldn’t makeit to the party, not that he minded, you already knew all the songs.

Matterof fact, you used of them in your program.

Yoosung

Poorthing is so intimidated by this tall Australian girl who looks like an icegoddess in that rink.

Butyou’re always bringing him along to your practices and eventual competitionsthat take place in Korea.

Hestill can’t go abroad with you due to college, but he will definitely followyou around the world once he graduates.

He’slegitimately your biggest fan, he learned everything about the jumps andjudging criteria so he can actually be a part of this.

Youteach him how to skate, he’s not as elegant as you, but still… he’s verygracious.

Hebarely stayed to his graduation, he needed to go home to watch you in thefinals of the Grand Prix in Switzerland.

Helost your presentation, but he came in time to see you getting interviewedabout your bronze medal. When you said you dedicated this to your boyfriend whojust graduated, he’s gone!

Jaehee

Shewants to know everything about your job and about your home country: SouthAfrica.

LikeYoosung, turns into your biggest fan and learns everything she can about thesport so you can always talk about it.

Yourcoach thinks her advices to you are really on point. Yes, do as she says, girl,and you can bring the gold home.

She’sso interested in this she becomes a fan of other ice skaters, and she knows alot of facts about your competitors she’s more than happy to share with you andyour coach.

She’slike a soccer mom sometimes, always pushing you and encouraging you to bringyou’re A game even in the practices. Even your coach tells her to go easy onyou.

Butyou don’t mind, her enthusiasm and encouraging help you a lot, and it pays offwhen you bring a silver medal home (not a golden one, but just wait untilOlympics)

Andthe celebration is nothing too over the top, just the two of you on a cute iceskating date followed by some cocoa your amazing girlfriend made it.

Jumin

Anothertabloid material couple. Mr. Director and this Mexican ice skater living inKorea for training.

It’shard for both of you to catch up with each other’s work, but the mutual supportis essential even from afar.

Andif he can’t be there in person, he makes sure to send you gifts and cardsreminding you how much he is proud of you for everything and how he can’t waitto see you.

Ofcourse he also gives you financial support, making sure you have the bestcoach, the best physical training, the best costumes. He’ll pay copyright forany song in the world you need for your routines.

LikeJaehee, always encouraging you to bring your best, but he goes a little easieron you since he’s worried you’re might be straining yourself.

Hecleaned his schedule to watch you in the finals of the Grand Prix in Denmark.

Iscompletely gone when you show up in a costume that reminds a lot a cat. No, notjust any cat, that majestic white cat called Elizabeth the 3rd. Oh,she should be here to see this too.

Saeyoung

Whenhe finds in the background check that you’re a Jamaican girl who ice skates, hecan only think about one thing:

ONEOF THE GREATEST MOVIES EVER MADE: COOL RUNNINGS!

Ona serious note, tho: he loves it! He loves to go to your practice and watchesyou mesmerized, he always yells YAAAAAASSS everytime you jump.

He’salways with you no matter where you’re competing, though he stays more in thebackstage rooting for you.

Besure he has strong opinions about your costumes and make-up. He even does yourmake-up sometimes, and it’s always flawless!

Youcame back from the Grand Prix in Russia with an honorable fourth place,impressive for someone who never even seen snow for most of her life. He’s superproud!

Butwhat he really likes is that you chose “I Can See Clearly Now” by Jimmy Cliff,for your routine. Yes, he’s not the only one to like Cool Runnings here.

Saeran

Whywould a Brazilian girl be an ice skater? I would be damned if I don’t pairthis precious boy with a Brazilian MC Does it even snow in Brazil? itdoes in the south

Whenhe led you to Rika’s apartment, you weren’t competing yet, you just moved in toKorea

Wheneverything is over, he feels guilty for a lot of things, of course. But leadinga foreigner girl in a different country with very different culture from hersis what he regrets the most.

Sonow it’s his personal mission to support you in everything you do, even when hemisses you so much.

You’realways chatting via Skype and he asks about everything, the competition, thecountry you are right now, how you’re gonna take down the competition.EVERYTHING!

Oncehis therapist says It’s okay for him to travel and face large crowds, be surehe’ll follow you around whenever you go.

He’ssuper proud when you win a 5th place using the song he suggested foryour routine.

Gurl…the photos he takes of you…

Sincehe doesn’t really have a boss or a schedule, he follows you abroad. This man isbasically your guide and makes sure you’re learning and enjoying every countryyou visit at its fullest

Beingalso very rich, he can make sure you have the best training and the bestcostumes.

Andwhen you tell him you’re thinking about having an original song for yourroutine, be sure he’ll find the best musicians to make this happen.

Hehas access to the best spots in the rink, so his photos of you are alwaysperfect. He sells some of them to the press, but keeps most of them to himselfand his personal collection.

Heknew you were getting at least the bronze medal after that amazing presentationin the Grand Prix, and when you actually did, he was super proud.

Thecelebration involved you two heading to your home country: United ArabEmirates. And there goes another photo shoot of you.

#mystic messenger headcanon #mystic messenger #mystic messenger zen #hyun ryu #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #mystic messenger v #jihyun kim

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corvuspuella · 8 years ago

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tagging game

i was tagged by @moonsplanets LOOK I AM HERE GURL

Rules: Pick 15 people and list them in the randomizer and match it with the number on here

Link to the randomizer: https://www.random.org/lists/

1. Mom/Dad: gina rodriguez (hell yeah, best mom ever) (#mrsweetfacesister) 2. Sibling: laura (LA POLLA & EL FALO) 3. Grandpa/Grandma: percy jackson (so does that mean that my blood is divine?) (i’m a goddess, fear me) (poseidon my great grandpa) 4. Haunts You: cole sprouse (i mean, why not?) (waiting for him at night) 5. Boyfriend/girlfriend: dan stevens (I CAN’T SAY NO COME HERE DAN) 6. Your Ex: bob morley (i have such good taste in boyfriends) 7. Your best friend: queen elizabeth II (bff 5ever) 8. Proposed to you: henry ian cusick (omg yes) (can i be married to hic and dating dan tho?) 9. Your boss: manon (#ripme) 10. Random person you met at a bar: adelaide kane (can she be my bff?) (the answer is yes) (but imagine the golden trio: ade, elizabeth and me) (queens and goddess) (fear us) 11. Your rival: toby regbo (NO) (I CALL A TRUCE) 12. Gave you your first kiss: paul mccartney (not sure about that) (i mean he was good looking in his young years) (but this is awkward now) 13. Drunk and Singing karaoke with: tatiana maslany (IMAGINE A KARAOKE WITH ALL THE CLONE GANG) (i’m pretty sure helena would be the best) (i want this to happen) 14. Played 7 minutes in heaven with: the atom (aka ray palmer) (aka sunshine) (aka let’s go to heaven every night) (or day, cuz i wait for cole at night) 15. Gave you your favorite dessert: lise (gimme your food gurl)

OMG WHO AM I GONNA TAG

let’s say @meraudurs @sayidjarrahs & @saetre-wilhelm you don’t have to do it of course if you don’t want to.♡ but trust me, it’s fun

#haha #so much fun #moonsplanets #tagging game

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Tell me a story: Yoga Abroad

It had been a long day since the Argentinian had MIA-ed into the sunset, leaving me groping for serenity that very long Wednesday before yoga teacher training was to begin. "Allo!" The hostel owner who everyone called "Daddy" chimed as I shuffled from my porch to my moped. Damn. I wanted something herbed to counterbalance my lunch of nerves and tempeh and air. Ten more minutes till I was expected to be at the Shala for what would be either a savasana cocktail of celebrity rehab or an om orgasm with taut Nordic goddesses who probably moonlighted as amber-infused Bhagavagita sexologists. I was gonna take my gamble and go find out after shelling out the skrilla G's in a moment of BLANKKKKK upheaval one hungover morning in Bangkok just two weeks prior. Time to smatter my Traggae Surf hostel wall with Giselle Bunchden and "Touch Yourself, Ganesh Offspring" quotes.

I decided to walk and observe everything to get into the practice of being "authentically mindful." It took me 3 times of listening to Yo Gotti's "Act Right" before I reached the tranquil wood sign of "Yoga Searcher, Uluwatu, Bali." There was a happy Buddha emblazoned on the coinage that I had arrived to find myself. Skeptical, a little. Facetious, no… it just dawned on me and probably a million times before that I could be the anti-christ to these types of programs. I'd always simultaneously cringed and fawned over the "yoga gurl" pics insta kept on titillating rotation: yoga gurl stretching into some fantastical bridge position, her bronzed bod entwined with an inspirational quote of having "found inner peace" in Peru. "Yoga gurl" sipping out of a chlorophyll coconut like it was the most delicious double-shot of patron that she'd ever guzzled. "Yoga gurl" beaming at her dreaded washboard abs surfer boyfriend, congratulating her graduation with matching sun and moon tattoos and the coordinates of where they'd once met at a surfer ashram.

Why was I here? Did I want to be yoga gurl? Textbook guilty. It was time to reinvent after spending far too much time withdrawn into a shell of "the post-grad life." I could've just bought a $30 insurance covered therapy session a few times a week with a frumpily dressed yet moderately compassionate shrink but nooooo, no no no... I had to go to BALI to talk about problems and laugh with nonchalance when I realized that my hair salty and my toes so tanned meant the world was so fine now, so fine. I could envision my previous selves clustering together to meet about this cosmic life transition, sharing kombucha while wondering where the wine and whiskey was hidden, rumpling a NYTimes paper to a Jay Z banger, reflecting then brushing off the meanderings with "oh, please, let's just say fuck it and do it. It'll be a great story." Indeed. I wandered up to the Shala, the grass seeming to emanate inner peace itself as it swayed by the infinity pool, inviting the gorgeous participants to "let that shit go." Beautiful women in flowing bohemian glory wandered up the steps, not breaking a sweat in the 90 degree sun, their smiles like sumptuous macca whirling in a sea of boison berries. "Welcome," one of our instructors, Amy, greeted us. I loved her immediately. Her hair was a fiery crown of auburn and she had a septum and her voice was as soothing as dark chocolate dashed in Jameson; when she said "gra" in her Irish lilt I wondered why Hozier hadn't married her already.

We all settled into our crimson pillows and were told to interview a partner so we could learn, embrace, introduce, get to know each other. My partner, Rebecca, was a holistic wunderkind platonic supermodel with a dash of sass who I assumed could do the splits with the conviction of the Dalai Lama's blessing. When it came time to go around the circle, she read my answers as I challenged myself to unravel from a painful expression of half-lotus that I could definitely not do: "Isabelle loves the color black, Bobby Shmurda club bangerz, painting, reading. She is currently traveling on her own for three months and has no expectations of what her experience will be here. She just wants to learn how to breathe and connect with parts of herself that she feels like she has lost." Goddamn, I wanted to cry for myself. Thank god everyone going around the circle wasn't set on this teacher track, they just wanted some expensive therapy with prayer beads and Shiva and all that. There would undoubtedly be the Eat Pray Lover who had found her moksha in India and in her rose-smelling coitus, but om mani padmi om to her.

I had always loved yoga, but like with everything else, I tended to conceptualize the whole experience into a tangent web of intellectualized thoughts and associations. Or inappropriate metaphors. I loved the feeling of the actual exercise, but all of this head business made it so that it was an experience outside of me usually; the spirituality had not yet caught me, although that was why I was precisely in Bali at the golden temple shala at that very moment. I wanted a jolt and so I was going to throw caution to the wind with a degree of control based on the internet's blessing of great reviews of women who were trying to do the same thing as me at yoga retreats and teacher trainings abroad. I'd felt like I'd been unraveling for a bit already, so decluttering some of the mess seemed beyond essential and spiritual tourism was what I thought would be quite the graceful quick fix.

The next few weeks turned into an amalgamation of self-discovery and trying to do certain asana positions and also some penetrating flares of frustration but also laughter at the absurdity of some "unfoldings." Every morning started at 5:30 am in the shala, which meant rolling out of bed and spraying myself with delicious DEET at 5:10 AM before sauntering out the door to walk with my neighborhood bombshells, Greta (from Wisconsin) and Becks (from Norway). Thankfully, Becks and I would sprint back to "Daddy" come 7:30 AM to guzzle buttloads of delish Balinese coffee while commiserating about how our hips couldn't open and yet how we loved Dipa's lectures on the feminine and the masculine merged into perception within the concept of the 8 folds of yoga. After this ritual I would usually blare Schoolboy Q and practice twrking (always come prepared) for a solid 40 minutes before going back to the shala for some alignment where I prayed that we would have partner massage sessions that would make my celibate self feel some firing synapses.

I found some soul sistahs in my atypical American peers. Erin and I found each other at the next door warung when she explained how she wanted some body bounce and less namestes. She became #1 woe. She is the baddest bitch of them all, especially when we listened to E-40 by the pool and she claimed in-person basis with the bay's pride and glory. And she worked at Twitter and claimed a title in an Aussie wet t-shirt contest and has traveled the whole world and is an acclaimed blogger. And would do neck shots of tequila with me. We became each other's co-dependent trap queens at the local Single Fin club. Thank god I wasn't in love while I was incorporating into this yogini program. Instead I meditated on everything I was looking for and why I was alone and why I was so ecstatic to be single (until 10 pm). It was like a study abroad for starving yourself on green juice and breathing and all I had to do was make decisions for me. My agenda was to get everything out of my system, although that comes at a cost: because then you actually discover yourself. And that can be... hard. But necessary. I realized I was a whole person and so was everyone else no matter what point in life they were at. Basically, yoga teacher training is like a caftan clad sorority who hold a cave open for worshipping Jack Johnson and period moon goddess parties. The worst part was feeling simultaneously annoyed and a little crestfallen that I couldn't cry post-meditation while others sobbed about varying levels of tragedy and spontaneous emotion. It was as if a little Eagle perched on my soul and clawed at any inkling of a tear. I cried when the nutritionist talked about how her old friends who drank cheap wine and smoked cigs didn't accept her newfound love affair with kale and B12 shots. Figures.

On a lighter note, I would check my Tinder abroad after an arduous day of leg flexing. Here is what I found that led me to keep doing downward dog to soul search and not find men.

Not too savory. But I would often wash away the unsightlyness of it all with a good ol' gin and tonic with the American girls, especially after getting our yoga certificates in our crocheted crop tops. One interesting note: Americans cannot accept awards without looking like complete douche bags. We all joked about it afterwards that the four of us couldn't make heartfelt speeches like the fellow Europeans did. We just collect those trophies like candies, stating after the acceptance, "yeah, thanks guys, love you" as a token of our appreciation. Point of relation, apparently.

The whole yoga experience has made wonder what acceptance is other than just where you are right now. It's also made me curious as to how it is apart of the woman I hope to be or already am. I mostly feel humbled and grateful for the women I got to know for a solid month straight x 1000 hypothetical days of deep talks. And for the times that I wondered about who I was; well, that will continue, and so will the sideways splits of discovering bad-assness that yoga training taps you into. I was gonna write a blog on travel tips and then I ended up writing a blog on inappropriate metaphors. Because that's just me.

#yogaeverydamnday #balilife #tinder #millenials #backpackingseasia

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Simple/Clean Chapter 6

Simple/Clean: An Original Character’s Story

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (1, with mentions of other installments)

Synopsis: There are many worlds, but they share the same sky. One Sky, one Destiny. And when that destiny is threatened, the universe calls on one hero to save the day. Or, more like, five. When the Earth is consumed into Darkness, Danielle Scott and her friends are given the Keys between light and darkness. If they are going to save the worlds and find her brother, they are going to have to go on a multiverse-wide road trip to find the Door to Light. If only they had a better weapon than keys.

Rated: +K for violence and occasional language

Disclaimer: The Kingdom Hearts series was created by Tetsuya Nomura and owned by Square Enix. The Final Fantasy series was created by Hironobu Sakaguchi and owned by Square Enix. The films depicted were created by the Walt Disney Animation Studios and owned by the Walt Disney Company. Any other work mentioned or homaged are property of their respective owners. This is a non-profit fan-based work that only seeks to entertain. Please support the official releases.

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Chapter 6: About Two Arabian Nights

The sloshing noise of walking through water filled the caverns of the sewer system.

“Yoo-hoo!” Yuffie's voice echoed through the walls, too cheerful to ever be perceived as menacing. “We're back!”

She appeared in the gateway, followed closely by Sora, Donald and Goofy. She stopped as she realized that, however cold the sewer was, it was a lot colder around the table.

“Wassup?” Yuffie said. “You're even gloomier than usual. And that’s saying a lot.”

She hopped over the fence without a second's thought. Sora looked surprised for only a fraction of a second, and settled for breaking it open with his Keyblade.

“Maleficent's in town.” Cloud repeated his message.

Yuffie's demeanor broke almost instantly, which told Dani that something was really wrong.

“Cloud?” Sora asked. “How did you get here?”

“I have my ways.” Cloud said, not so much as cryptically as much as he didn't want to get into it.

Dani looked up from her tea. “No, seriously, how did you get here? Cause we have a spaceship and...”

“That's not important right now.” Leon said. “We need to focus on Maleficent.”

“Right!” Katie said. “And...who is she?”

“She's a witch!” Cid snapped. “And things that rhyme with that that I can’t say in front of you kids!”

“She is the one that controls the Heartless.” Aerith said more helpfully. “We lost our world, thanks to her.”

“Oh.” Dani said.

The sewers, if possible, grew colder. Dani shifted in her seat as she tried to think of something, anything that could fix the problem.

“Hey, Miss Aerith, this tea is great!”

It didn't work.

“It's possible she's looking for Ansem's research.” Leon said. “But we haven't had those for years.”

“Sorry, who is Ansem?” Sora asked.

“He was our ruler,” Aerith said. “Back in the word we had before Traverse Town. He dedicated his life to studying the Heartless. If anyone knows any weaknesses, it's him.”

“We lost them when the world was destroyed.” Leon said, bitterness thick in his tone. “She probably has most of them back.”

“Well, then let's get them back!”

All heads turned to Dani.

“Why not?” She continued and stood from her seat. Cid’s eye twitched, but she couldn’t figure out why until much later. “It can't be too hard!”

“Right!” Sora said.

They continued to stare at her, as if she had grown a second head, grown a third head, and the third head ate the other. Still, Dani didn't flinch.

Finally, Cloud broke his gaze. He buried his face lower into his cowl. “I don't know why I expected anything different from you seven.”

Dani thought that was a compliment. She took it as one, at least.

“I don’t know. I mean, she’s perfect, you know? Why would she want to go out with someone like me?”

“Well, if you keep putting her on a pedestal like that, definitely not.” Katie said.

“She's right.” Nadine continued. “If you keep thinking she's some unattainable goddess or something, you're never going to get enough courage to ask her out.”

“Yeah...” The man said. “Yeah, yeah! You're right! Thanks! It means a lot to get that off my chest.”

“No problem!” Donald said. “Now, can you GET US OUT OF THIS QUICKSAND!”

The man's eyes shot wide open as he realized the situation.

“Oh! Sorry!”

Just as the sand was going up to Katie's chin, the man dug out an oddly shaped lamp from his pockets.

“Come on out Genie, and save these guys from the quicksand!”

Sparks of blue and smoke spilled from the tip, forming a great creature.

“AND A BIG CONGRATULATIONS TO TODAY'S CONTESTANT, A-LA-DDIN! RUB-A-DUB-DUB OF THE LAMP AND HAVE YOUR DEEPEST WISH GRANTED!”

“WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR INTRODUCTION!” Dani shouted before her mouth was filled with sand.

“Oh, alright!” The creature sighed.

It snapped its fingers, and Katie found herself collapsed on the very solid ground.

“Thanks,” Sora said as he scrambled back to his feet. “You're a life saver.”

“You're lucky we came by when we did.” Aladdin said. “Caravans almost never come out this far.”

“Yeah,” Nadine said. “What were you doing out here again?”

“It wasn't entirely optional.” Aladdin said. “But hey, I managed to get this pretty cool lamp out of it.”

“Not to mention the prize inside.” The blue creature said. “Anyone of your deepest desires granted; three wishes courtesy of the one and only, GENIE OF THE LAMP!”

It leaned in close to Goofy, but Katie could make out the words anyway. “Somerestrictionsapplyofferwhilesupplieslast.”

Maybe Katie imagined it, but she thought she saw its eyes light up a little when she and the others laughed.

“So you're a djinni?” Nadine asked.

“No, didn't ya hear me, kid? G-E-N-I-E.” The djinni said. Letters appeared next to him as he wrote it.

“Yeah, but djinni is spelled D-J-I-N-N-I in a Latin alphabet.” Katie said.

“Yes, but that's not my name.”

“So you're a djinni named Genie?” Sora asked.

“Sure, let's work with that!” Genie said.

The djinni shifted the nebulous blob it had of a body to sprout a second head, and turned its attention to Aladdin. “So, what'll be wish number 2?”

Aladdin hummed in thought. “Well, you said I could have any wish I wanted?”

Genie shifted again getting rid of his second head.

“But of course! Well, you can't force anyone to love yourself, and ooh—whatever God you believe in help you if you try to wish for infinite power--”

“No love...” Aladdin mumbled. “Well, let me think about it for a minute.”

“Not a problem!” Genie said. “Gives me more time to enjoy this fresh Agrabah air!”

Katie wasn't an expert, but she could tell that the fresh Agrabah air smelled a lost like camel poop and felt a lot like dying. “Don't get out much?” She asked.

“Oi, kid, I'm lucky if I get out every century or so.” Genie said.

“Sounds rough.” Sora said.

“No kidding. INFINITE COSMIC POWER! Itty bitty living space. Completely at the mercy of whatever smuck finds the lamp. Like you, Al.”

Aladdin tilted his head in thought. “Well, what if I fixed that?”

Genie, for the first time in possibly his life, froze. “What?”

“Can't I use my last wish to set you free?”

“A-Al...you would really do that for me?”

“Sure. But let's focus first. For my second wish, I want you to make me a wealthy prince!”

“You've got it!”

“Alright, alright, Prince Ali is getting' ready for his walk down downtown Agrabah! LET'S DO ROLL CALL! 75 golden camels, 150 golden camel carriers, 53 peacocks, 10 peacock gurls, 95 white Persian monkeys, 95 white Persian monkey carriers, 60 elephants, 10 drum camels, 24 bell carriers, 18 swordsmen—CAREFUL WITH THEM SWORDS!--5 dancers the original animators had a little too much fun with, 12 flag carriers, 4 fanning gurls, 12 carriers manning the giant gorilla balloon, 20 guys ta carry the needless plates of riches, 3 llamas, 3 bears, 3 lions, 6-piece brass band, 40 fakirs, 3 cooks, 2 bakers, 4 bird carriers, 40 tropical birds who warble on key...alright that's all of us! Ya sure this is necessary, kid?”

“Of course!” Aladdin said. “Gotta impress her somehow.”

“Yeah and nothing impresses a girl more than needless plates of riches.” Genie muttered under his breath.

However, Genie was not going to break character that easily. It was too long since he was able to practice in front of an audience, and even if the kid from fantasy land Persia would not recognize a modern worker from Queens, he wasn't going to lose his chance.

“Alright then! Just like we practiced, people! Abu, you're an elephant now, act like one. LET'S MOVE OUT!”

Aladdin left the palace with a grim look on his face. The once proud Ali Abagwa now stood with his shoulders hunched in and his eyes cast to his feet. It was easy to remember him now as someone who wished for all these riches.

“So,” Katie said in a near sing-song, smiling widely. “How'd it go?”

“Terrible.” Aladdin said. “She hates me.”

Genie conjured up two office chairs and a long plush couch. Aladdin flopped head first onto the couch, not at all concerned that it was not there two seconds ago. Hanna, sensing where this was going, left her game of chess to sit on the second chair.

“Now then, Mr. Din,” Genie spoke in a thick German accent. For just a second, he changed his form to have a white beard, balding hair, and thick glasses. “Tell me about your mother.”

“Oh, she has nothing to do with it.” Aladdin said with a dejected laugh. He rolled over onto his back, so he was watching the sky. “Jasmine doesn't want to talk to me. Apparently she hates the rich princely type.”

“So this was completely pointless?” Hanna asked.

“How else was I supposed to talk to her?” Aladdin asked. “Only a prince can marry a princess.”

“Wait, this was about marriage?” Nadine asked. “How often have you talked to her, again?”

Aladdin legitimately had to think about it. “Twice?”

“Don't think too much about it. These things always happen here.” Genie whispered in close to her ear.

Hanna wasn't sure if she wanted to believe him.

“Listen, Al.” Genie said. “I'm gonna put this as simply as I can.”

He removed the therapist décor, causing Aladdin and Hanna to fall. He conjured up a chalkboard, already written on, and graduate cap for himself.

“Tell, her, the,” He read along. He flipped over the chalkboard, where a neon sign hung. “TRUTH!”

“What, and make her hate me even more?” Aladdin said. He beat the illusion away with his hat. “She's never going to fall for some...street rat like me. She'd laugh at me.”

“And what's wrong with that?” Genie asked. He morphed his face onto Aladdin's hat. “Who doesn't appreciate a little bit of humor in a guy? Look at me!”

“He has a point!” Hanna said. “And if you do marry her—which is very unlikely and kinda dangerous—but it you do, you're going to have to be honest with her eventually. Why don't you try to be yourself?”

“That's the last person I want to be.” Aladdin said.

Hanna didn't know what to say to that. Neither did Genie, apparently. The flying carpet might have, but he wasn't equipped to do so.

“I'm heading out.” Aladdin said. “Try to make another impression on her. How do I look?”

Genie sighed. “Princely.”

That was exactly what Aladdin was looking to hear. It wasn't what he needed.

Aladdin flew off on the magic carpet. The two left waited until he was just out of sight.

“He's an idiot.” Genie said definitely.

“I'm rooting for him.” Hanna said defensively.

“Oh no kidding, he's the best master I've had in the last 500 years by boy does he need some serious help with the ladies.” Genie said.

“Well, why don't you try to stop him?” Hanna asked.

“Kid, there's a hierarchy to all this. Master makes his three wishes, I grant them. No room in-between for debating or interfering.” Genie said. “Now, do I have any relationship expert impressions? Ruth Westheimer, maybe? Nah, too obscure…”

“Okay, why do you keep doing that?” Dani finally asked.

“What, my impressions?” Genie asked.

“Yeah! You're from this world, so why do you know so much about Earth pop culture?” Dani continued.

“And while we're on the topic,” Nadine continued. “Are other worlds like Earth, or are we just projecting?”

Genie shifted. “Well, you see kids--”

“Guys!” Sora burst through the palace gates. “We have Heartless trouble!”

“Oh thank Allah a distraction!” Genie said. In a rush, he conjured up an entire 100-piece Civil War-era cavalry. “TALLY HO!”

Nice of you to come.

Ugh…I’m going to die anyway.

I won’t have to be afraid anymore.

But I’m not going to die alone. You’re all coming with me!

His skin was white as snow. Tendrils of muscle fibers covered his body and held him in place. Yet he still looked humanoid. A chill ran down Dani’s back when she saw him, the same kind she saw when she saw the other mysterious Heartless.

It was another ghost Heartless.

Hanna looked around the crowded streets of Agrabah. “Maybe this isn’t the best place to get involved in a fight to the death—”

The ghost Heartless raised his hand, and a set of fireballs hurled themselves towards the group. Dani and Sora jumped up and batted them back.

“Do you think any of you can use your cool Keyblade bonus powers?” Sora asked.

Katie thought for a minute, summoning her other keyblade and batting another fireball back.

“Yeah we’re good!”

More spells came flying their way. Spells that weren’t quite fire and weren’t quite Darkness, but looked and acted enough like it that Dani did not care for specifics. Hanna raised her Keyblades and reflected them back.

“I’m going to try and get close.” Nadine said. “It shouldn’t be too hard if I hover like before.”

“I’ll keep you covered.” Hanna said.

It took Nadine few steps before the magic took effect and lifted her off her feet. Hanna ran right beside her, blocking the incoming magic spells with her Keyblades and her shield.

“And what do we do?” Dani asked.

Katie looked around the narrow streets of Agrabah. “I have an idea!”

She jumped onto the awnings covering the shops. It bounced under her, giving her enough of a boost to get onto the building’s roof. The others followed.

Katie jumped from rooftop to rooftop, until she stood just above the ghost Heartless. She jumped down, dragging both of her Keyblades through the thing’s face. Dani came next. Sora was right behind her.

Dani caught herself on the next awning. It gave under her weight like a trampoline. It let her bounce back and attack the ghost again. The others followed suit.

The ghost Heartless tried to bat them away with more spells, but it was hard for him to focus with three humans in front of his face and stabbing him in the eyes. He hardly noticed the other humans and the large Fire spell they sent straight towards him.

When the smoke cleared, he was gone.

“That was quick.” Katie said. She remained bouncing on the awning, unsure of where to go from there.

“Let’s be thankful for that.” Nadine said. “The less time we spend in a life-or-death battle, the better.”

Katie hummed in thought. Her jumping didn’t stop.

“Oh!” She called. “Hi Donald! Hi Goofy! Where were you guys!”

Donald was only momentarily distracted by the destruction caused by the magic. Goofy hardly noticed it, and gave Katie a wave.

“Never mind!” Donald said, mostly to himself. To the rest of the group, he said “Genie’s gone missing!”

“My first wish, djinni, show me the Keyhole!”

“Hey, Al, what's the big deal, I thought we agreed on the last wi--” Genie froze as he saw who he was talking to. “Oops. Uh...wrong guy.”

By some miracle, the magic carpet had managed to drag all nine of them through the desert toward the opening of the Cave of Wonders.

It was kind of hard to miss.

“Key-bearers...Diamond in the rough...” A booming voice came out of the mouth-shaped opening. “You know why you are here. Save the Princess, and seal the Keyhole. Take nothing but the lamp.”

The cave opened wider, allowing the passage.

“Wow.” Katie said. “Our caves don't talk to us. And they're much less impressive. The best we have is that mountain carving shaped like a bear in California.”

“Let's not waste any time.” Aladdin said as he led the group.

The second Dani took a step into the Cave, it became clear that it was big. It was a lot bigger than the opening gave it credit for. However, it also appeared very small due to how much stuff was in it. Piles upon piles of gold and treasure were stacked through the cave, reaching as high as the ceiling. Only a few small paths had been carved out through the floor.

And it stretched on for literal miles.

“She could be anywhere at this point!” Donald complained.

“This way!” Sora called. He was already halfway through a path.

“Where are you going?” Dani asked.

“I don't know why...but I know to go this way!” Sora said. “I think they Keyblade might be telling me!”

“Well I also have a Keyblade and I have no idea what you're talking about!” Nadine called after.

Sora turned over his shoulder. He was giving them a look. On any other person, it would look almost childish. Sora, precious ray of sunlight incarnate, on the other hand…

They ran off after him. The Cave of Wonders turned out to be even bigger than the last room, alternating between rooms of treasure, rooms full of death traps, and both. Just as Dani was beginning to doubt Sora, she started to hear something.

Maniacal laughter. “Excellent work, Genie! If you keep this up, we can rule the world together!”

Genie muttering under his breath.

“Why Jafar, are you intending to strike out on your own?” This voice was a lot different. Feminine. Cold. Sinister. Dani fought the feeling of the hairs on the back of her neck rising.

“A-ah! Maleficent! I was only--”

“Try me. I can easily find a replacement for you.”

Very awkward silence followed.

“Never mind. I'm taking the Princess.”

They were getting close now. Dani turned the corner, and found herself in another room. Three people—or at least one person, one djinni, and someone...thing else—stood at the far end of the room, right in front of a large Keyhole.

“Where's Jasmine, Jafar?” Aladdin demanded.

Jafar sneered. “I'm afraid I can't tell you that.” His attention turned to the...person standing next to him.

Genie conjured up as many neon signs and arrows as he could to point toward the jar.

“Wait a sec...” Sora said. “You're Maleficent, aren't you?”

The person sneered towards them. In a blink of an eye, she and the jar beside her were gone.

“Djinni!” Jafar turned his attention towards Genie. In a flash, the arrows disappeared, and Genie whistled inconspicuously. “Crush these sewer rats for me!”

“That's a terrible waste of a wish!” Katie said.

“Sorry kids.” For the first time, Genie was unnaturally quite. “The one with the lamp calls the shots.”

Genie grew. The big hall suddenly became very small as it was filled with all-powerful djinni. Power and magic crackled about Dani, causing her to grip her Keyblade a bit more.

“ALRIGHT, FIRST BLAST OF LIGHTNING COMING THAT WAY!”

Genie pointed vaguely. A bolt of lightning hit nothing.

“OAKIE DOKIE, NEXT BLAST COMING TO YOUR...RIGHT!”

Katie had to jump out of the way of that one, but just barely.

“NEXT UP, ON YOUR LEFT!”

That one hit Goofy dead on. Nobody worried, because they knew he would be okay.

“What are you doing, djinni!” Jafar demanded.

“Why, sir, I'm fighting them just like you asked.” Genie said casually.

“That is not fighting! If you won't fight them, Djinni...”

Jafar seemed to think to himself. His eyes lit up in a wonderful, awful idea. “Djinni! My last wish! Make me an all-powerful djinni just like you!”

Genie made a face Dani couldn't read at Jafar. He and Aladdin exchanged a look.

“Yes.” Aladdin and Katie said in near unison. “Do that.”

“You've got it, Master!” Genie said. He snapped his fingers.

The power Genie had imposed was nothing compared to Jafar's. The air grew thick with magic. Red smoke filled the room, sending sparks flying erratically at them. Through shadows, Dani saw Jafar's body shift; from one of bone and blood to one of magic and smoke. He grew, nearly twice the size of what Genie had been at his most menacing. Dani felt the Keyblade slip from her grasp, too afraid and distracted to keep it summoned. The djinni laughed manically. The room shook with the vibrations of his voice.

“NOW YOU'LL ALL SEE….JUST HOW--”

Aladdin dove to grab the newly formed black lamp that had appeared in the confusion. The smoke, including the djinni inside, was pulled inside. And in seconds, all signs that Jafar had been there at all were gone.

“The one with the lamp calls the shots, Jafar.” Aladdin said.

“Well that was anticlimatic.” Dani grumbled.

“Hey! Gift horse! Mouth! Less time we spend in a battle to the death the better!” Nadine said.

Genie snatched the lamp from Aladdin's grasp. “Man, I've never been more happy to get rid of a master than that one! I'm gonna take this lamp and...BURY IT! IT'LL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN!”

Dani watched Genie conjure up some gardening supplies for himself for a minute before she realized the room was now being filled with a bright golden light.

“Sora!” Donald called. “The Keyhole!”

“Right!”

Sora turned toward the large keyhole at the end of the building. A tip of light expelled from his keyblade. A soft click noise filled the air.

Then the room started shaking.

“What's going on?” Katie asked.

“The Cave doesn't like to stay open for too long.” Genie said. “The whole thing's gonna collapse in on itself!”

“Then let's not talk about it and get out of here!” Nadine shouted.

Ten people scrambled to the magic carpet. That left Aladdin.

“Al, did you not notice the building's about to fall apart?”

“Jasmine's still missing!” Aladdin said. “I don't want to leave without her!”

“Aladdin, she's gone!” Dani replied. “You're not going to find her here!”

“I have to try!”

“She's probably on a different world by now! If you stay here, all you'll find is death!”

Aladdin froze. Dani only kind of realize what she was saying but was distracted by the bits of ceiling falling out of the ground. Genie settled on grabbing Aladdin by the collar and snapping his fingers.

The next breath Dani took was one of fresh Agrabah air. They were back in the desert, just as the sun was rising up. All eleven of them watched in silence as the Cave of Wonders closed its mouth and submerged itself in the sand again.

Genie broke the silence first. “Congratulations Katie, you got your first wish of not dying.”

“Hooray!” Katie said.

“What do you mean she's on another world?” Aladdin asked. It took Dani a minute to realize his attention was on her.

“Way to go.” Donald said.

Dani opened her mouth to defend herself to Donald, but thought better of it. “About what I said, honestly. Maleficent probably took her to another world. We can try and find her for you, but...”

“Take me with you! Let me look for her with you!” Aladdin said.

Dani tried to avoid making eye contact on that one.

“We can't.” Donald said for her. “We're already interfering enough as is.”

Aladdin took a shaky breath. His shoulders slumped. Dani was fairly certain that if she didn't do something now, he would start crying on her.

Fortunately, she didn't need to. Genie got back up and hovered closer to Aladdin. “Earth to Al? You still have one last wish!”

“But I thought--”

“Hey.” Genie's cheery disposition hadn't faded, but the smile seemed unnaturally forced. “Just say the word, Al. Ask me to find Jasmine for you.”

Aladdin was lost in thought. After what felt like a very long time, he picked the lamp back up again.

“Alright. Genie...I wish for your freedom!”

“Alright, snap of the fingers and—wait what?”

Magic swirled about him again. Blue smoke filled Dani's line of vision, obscuring Genie from view. Unlike Jafar, however, this felt almost pleasant. They were breezes in the otherwise scorching desert. The magic flashed, and the smoke faded…

All that had changed about Genie was his gauntlets were gone and he now had legs.

“Al!” He exclaimed.

“Hey! A deal's a deal!” Aladdin said.

Genie looked to be at a loss for words. He settled on pulling Aladdin in a tight hug.

“Ah, heck! All of ya! Group hug!”

The group hug was crushing but Dani couldn’t feel quite bad about it.

“Oh man, do I have a multiverse I wanna explore!” Genie said. “Sorry Katie, but you’re two wishes are up! I serve no man!”

“Dangit…” Katie mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it kid.” Genie said. He took the lamp from Aladdin and handed it to Genie. “That place’s still my home, you know? Whenever you feel like you need the help of an all-powerful djinni, just give me a little rub and I’ll come running!”

Genie continued to ramble about his trip preparations, but Dani didn’t listen. Her eyes were on Katie as she carefully pulled out crumbled pieces of paper from the lid.

“The Reports of Ansem the Wise…” She read aloud.

“How are you feeling?”

He was pretty sure that was meant to be a rhetorical question. Nobody answered, at any rate.

“It's pitch black in here. Why don't you turn on the lights?”

“I feel more comfortable in the dark.” The other one in the room said.

He shrugged. If it made the other comfortable, he could bear it.

“I see...then are you ready to become a member of our team?”

That one really did not want to be answered.

He decided to speak. “I'm just here to find my sisters. If you can help me do that...then sure.”

Author’s Note: Aladdin will always be one of my favorite Disney movies. What really sold it to me was that my copy came with the Diamond in the Rough special feature; a 2 hour long panel with the animators of the film talking about how the movie was made and the animation process. If you are an animation buff, try and hunt it down. It is absolutely worth the watch.

Cid just wants you to sit your ass down and drink your goddamn tea. Why won’t you listen to him?

#Fic #OCS #Simple/Clean #Dani Scott #Hanna Scott #Katie Williams #Nadine Anderson #Sora #Donald Duck #Goofy #Squall/Leon #Yuffie #Aerith #Cid #Maleficent

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