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zoeykallus · 1 year ago
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Hey I really like you’re hc and wanted to ask you how the batch would react to there child failing math and possibly having to repeat the year if they can’t get a 4 (D) in there final
My parents are gonna kill me and I could really use some genital parenting and who’s better far that then the dad batch
Aloha! I'm so sorry, I'm so late with this one! I put the reader in "the kid"'s shoes. Hope that's alright.
The Bad Batch x Offspring!Reader HCs - Gentle Parenting
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Comfort
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Hunter
When you finally confide in him and tell him about your math grades, he looks at you with raised eyebrows. And although Hunter has never been unduly strict, your guts suddenly tighten. "Why didn't you tell me you were having trouble with this earlier? We could have gotten you tutored," he says quietly. You avoid his gaze and say, "Dad, I've been tutoring, secretly. I thought I could handle it. I didn't want to let you down." Hunter blinks, thinks for a moment, then you hear him say softly but firmly, "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Kid." You lift your eyes again, surprised at the indulgent expression on his face, the softness in his eyes. "Nobody's perfect. Sometimes there are things you're not as good at as others. But you're better at other things. Repeating the year is not the end of the world. However, you'll have to study harder to at least make it through. Uncle Tech and Uncle Crosshair are good at math, I'm sure they'll be happy to help you."
You smirk, "Uncle Tech for sure, but Uncle Cross will just roll his eyes again" Hunter smirks as well and says, "He still loves you, and he likes to help you too, even if he won't admit it" Hunter sits down next to you and says, "Look, when all this schooling is over, you don't necessarily have to choose a career where you need this math stuff. What's important is that you find something that you like to do, something that makes sense to you. Many people spend years in education, jumping from job to job until they find something that makes them happy, or at least not unhappy." "You don't expect me to do anything in particular?" Hunter laughs softly, "Why should I? That wouldn't be wise or fair. Everyone has different strengths, desires and sensitivities. You may be my child, but you're your own person. Just try to be happy with what you do, that's all I ask."
Echo
He lowers the holo newspaper he has just read and looks at you piercingly, so piercingly that you automatically have to swallow. "Math?" he asks, as if he hadn't heard correctly. You nod silently. Echo thinks for a moment, then sighs. "Well, it's not everyone's cup of tea," he says thoughtfully, lifting his gaze and saying somewhat reprovingly, "You knew you had trouble with it before. Why didn't you approach me sooner?" You scuff your foot nervously under the breakfast table and say, "I thought I could handle it. I didn't want to disappoint you." "You were so afraid you'd disappoint me, that's why you're just telling me this now?" You nod meekly. Echo sighs again.
"Then I must have done something wrong in raising you. I thought you knew that you could come to me at any time, no matter what the problem. Did I put too much pressure on you? Is that it?" he asks gently. You blink in surprise. You didn't expect this reaction. "Not exactly," you say softly. "But?" "Dad, you're a soldier, have been all your life, and you often act like one. Everything strictly on schedule, everything has to be in order... sometimes I feel like I can't keep up." Echo smiles sweetly and laughs softly, "Oh Kiddo, sometimes when I'm like that, you have to remind me that I'm a father too, and we're not at the academy here." He leans forward at the table and says conspiratorially, "Your Uncle Hunter was pretty bad at math, did you know that? He was pretty darn good at just about everything, but math wasn't his thing at all" You look at Echo in surprise. "You're serious?"
Echo nods with a smirk. "Nobody's perfect, kiddo. It's not the end of the world. But for the future, you now know you can come to me with any problem, right?" You nod eagerly, earning a satisfied smile.
Wrecker
Contrary to the expectations of many, Wrecker has always been good at math, not at the Tech level, but much closer than you think. There's no way around it, anyone who works with explosives should know what they're doing and be able to calculate the amount of ingredients, explosion radius and much more. Wrecker can calculate things in his head, which would make some people dizzy. So you're all the more nervous when you give him the bad news. "Really?" he asks, puzzled, "Math? Hmm, I guess you didn't inherit that from me then." "I'm sorry," you say quietly. He looks at you questioningly. "Why? You've been studying hard, haven't you?" "Yes, I have" Wrecker puts a hand on your shoulder and says gently, "Then there's nothing to be sorry about. Some things you can't force. You'll find other strengths in yourself"
Du starrst ihn.
"You're not mad?" His expression is almost startled. "Mad? Why would I be mad? That wouldn't be fair, would it? Take a deep breath. I know all the exams have drained you, and you've been under a constant state of stress. Treat yourself, do something good for you. Maybe we should go to the fair in Naboo? You could take some friends with you" "You're rewarding me for my failure?" Wrecker laughs heartily. "No, Kiddo, this has nothing to do with failure. I'm rewarding you for working hard and want to give you a way to distract yourself from all the stress" "You're the best, Dad" He grins. "I know"
Crosshair
He's eerily quiet, just looking at you piercingly. "Dad?" "Math?" he asks as if he has to taste the word. You clear your throat nervously and nod. "Yeah, Dad, math." Crosshair sighs softly, pushes a new toothpick between his lips, and says, "I knew that sharing the same gene pool with Hunter would eventually doom me in some way." You look at him in disbelief. "What do you mean?" you ask cautiously. "Your Uncle Hunter is terrible at math". Surprised, you sit up in your chair. "So it's Uncle Hunter's fault?" Crosshair raises his eyebrows critically and asks, "Have you been studying? Tried tutoring?" You nod eagerly.
"Well, then it's Hunter's fault," Crosshair says dryly, "But that aside. You can't force something that isn't there. Some people can calculate absolutely anything for you, like your Uncle Tech, and others can just barely count their own fingers, like your Uncle Hunter." You look at him critically. "It's not that bad," you say quietly. Crosshair looks at you, his expression softening. "I know, Kiddo, I'm just making fun of your uncle, not you. You have other qualities. Besides, you're still young, you still have time to find your calling and the things you're good at and happy with"
Tech
He blinks so often and so fast for a moment that you begin to think he's having a stroke or something. Nervously, you wait for him to regain his composure. "Math, then," he finally says quietly, "I could have tutored you." You sigh and say, "Dad, your math is always so complicated, I can't keep up. I've looked elsewhere for tutoring, but it hasn't done me much good." Tech puts his holopad aside and looks at you. "Everyone has different strengths, my brothers and I are the best example of that. You have plenty of time to find yours." You ask cautiously, "You're not disappointed?" He shrugs and says, "Well, with the situation, maybe, but not with you. I'm proud of you, of your hard work and everything else you've accomplished so far. You still have a lot ahead of you, this is not the end" "That's really a relief," you say honestly. "You never have to be afraid to open up to me, I hope you know that". You nod with a smile. "I know that, dad"
"Good," Tech says with satisfaction, "Now we'll see that you don't fail a second time. You don't have to become an ace, I don't expect miracles and neither should you. Don't put too much pressure on yourself." You slide around a bit uneasily on your chair. "Do you think I can do this?" Tech nods gently and says, "Of course. But even if you can't, it's not the end of the world. We'll find another solution if we have to. Don't ever let that discourage you."
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vampyaloha · 3 years ago
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A small little preview of what's going to happen in my kid!aloha au story
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tth-pdf · 4 years ago
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Burning for love; JJK [02]
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Contents: Smut, like a little heavy, but just a little, this just started, dirty talk, supernatural, romance, fluff and another painfully unedited chapter.
Pairing: Werewolf!alpha!jungkook x Omega!reader
Summary: A handsome man is hunting you in the dreams world, making every day more difficult to repress the need to come and find him in the middle of the night to submit yourself to his every wish.
Requests: ON
A/N: Hello little ones, I’m really sorry about this chapter because don’t know if this is what you were waiting for but mainly for the time that I promised before but it actually took me more than I thought and this is a tiny bit longer than what I was used to, so hope this makes something for you, thank you for reading! 😭😭😔😔🥺🥺💖💖
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Jungkook wasn’t feeling himself that day and the fact that he did’t really knew what was happening with his mind was not really great, all that plus that attitude of yours adopted after knowing the truth behind the bond between your (by that time) unknown mate, so after that one and only night that you let him have you for himself and just himself he knew that he would never had enough of you. Ever since he was just a little pup learning how to shift, watching you so timid, behind your mom’s legs, smaller in size than him and afraid that you wouldn’t be able to have friends, but in fact every single one of the pups around you wanted to be your friend, your glow was just like that, so attracting even as a kid but sometimes you were a little overwhelmed with the attention, almost on the verge of tears, even at that time, being so little old he would feel the need to drop everything he was doing and just held you, maybe a little kiss on the cheek, but just with you, he would cringe if he had to kiss other girls cheek, he wanted to protect you. So his mother knew before himself, and she would just watch with heart eyes, eventually she would explain to him the paths that the moon weaves on her own to reunite two souls destined to be one, and he thought he was dreaming, but he had to wait, until you were ready. You were always good friends, not too close since you were still too shy, just enough to let him scent you every now and then, let him walk you home and even held your hand in the way to end with just a tiny hug but he started to grow up and since he was two years older than you he presented as an alpha first, he had to learn what a heat was, the pain of being incapable of touching you and showing you how much he wanted to spend his life with you, the pain that caused by having you so close but so far away. His mother and father were watching with concern and living the difficulties with him, everything was tolerable until Jungkook turned eighteen, his wolf becoming stronger and more demanding, clawing at him to come and get you but a little part of his brain reminded him that you were only sixteen and not prepared yet, so his parents, with the intention of distracting his mind sent him away to a camp were other future pack leaders trained to make the best of their abilities and it actually worked, but when he was back, a year and a half later, you being a young lady with new fucking aromas, it felt like you were a damn drug, your hormones changed and you were almost ready, but he couldn’t do anything about his desire so he walked away from you and you thought that he hated you, that somehow he changed his mind about you all this time by himself but boy, you couldn’t be more wrong. You tried, you really tried, tried to forget about how he scented you, kept an eye on you in case you would need help, little gazes around, expressing something without the need of words, tried to forget his puppy eyes and that pretty smile of his, not even mentioning the protective bubble that somehow he manages to create for you, but when you thought that every little detail was finally out of your mind your omega blood kicked you in the ribs and the dreams started to come and go, your mind understanding all the feelings that you had with him, but you didn’t wanted it that way, you wanted to be paired with someone simple, just like you, not really wanting to be the center of attention and being with Jungkook just meant getting hateful glances from the pretty omegas around, Jungkook was wanted in more that one way and transporting both of your thoughts to right now, this moment, you wrapped around his hard body as if your life depended on it, reminded you that after all you would be the one he held at the end of the day, always.
It’s to this point that you don’t have idea how both of you ended in what you supposed is his room or at least a place where he spends a lot of time, judging only by the incredible and strong scent of him everywhere.
“Don’t worry my pretty angel, I built this place just for you. I knew since the very first moment I laid eyes on you that you will be mine and a good alpha is the one who takes good care of his omega, right?”
If your mind was gone before now you feel like floating, but at the same time all that’s in your mind is him, him, him and him alone.
He’s caressing your cheek while he’s talking, the timbre of his voice like silk hugging your sense of hearing, your sense of touch screaming for you to past your fingertips between his silky hair strands and to trace his lips, your sense of taste aching to know every single one of his flavors and your sense of smell… Oh hell, that blessing of a powerful sense of smell, sometimes a blessing and sometimes a curse, but right now there’s nothing more pleasant for the omega blood running through your veins than that, you wish you could melt with him, right now you feel like its not enough, even with you straddling him, nose buried deep in his scent gland and rubbing yourself on him.
“Pretty girl is having a hard time, isn’t she, where do you want me to touch, huh, honey?”
You couldn’t wait any longer so instantly after he finished that words your hand took his to tease yourself a little, closed eyes while you traveled his hand in the middle of your chest, down your tummy and finally over your hot and aching center.
“Gods above, I swear I can smell every little detail, have I triggered your rut sweet baby?”
You felt like simple jello between the fingers of your seductive lover.
“You want me to rub you over all this layers of clothes, don’t you want me to use my mouth on this glorious cunt of yours, knock you up with a healthy litter of pups, with this amazing tits to drink from, gods, such a dream for your alpha”
There wasn’t any rational thoughts in your mind right now, everything was kind of too much, the roughness of the sheets under both of you, the roughness of his fingers, everything was too hot.
“You made me wait so long for you. My little omega does not have idea of the pain I used to feel just by seeing you smile and blush, felt like a sin to me, smelling like one too”
By the time he’s saying that he was changing positions kneeling you right in front of his pretty thighs.
“I’m really sorry for you puppy, but you will have to wait just like me back then”
You were slightly confused, since your mind was all over your man and suddenly losing his warm touch when he kneel you before him.
“Touch me now little one, touch me with that silky hands, put that pretty mouth of yours on me”
You were gone again, you have never sucked someone off but you were entirely being guided by the heat of the moment and natural instincts.
“Pull me out of the pants angel”
You did as you were commanded, a pretty long length was released in front of your eyes, making you salivate just at the mere view, flushed and veiny, definitely pretty.
“What should I…”
Jungkook could only smile at you with that beautiful glint in the eyes, possessiveness.
“Lick me sweet angel, as if I was your favorite sweet”
Once again you obeyed the orders of your alpha, licking a stripe up his pretty cock just to add a little suck to the dripping head, making him release a loud moan, hands instantly grabbing your hair and guiding your head up and down.
“So good baby, such a good girl, little obedient bitch for the one who owns you, suck a little harder baby, not gonna break”
You did it and he let his head fall back, letting you see his neck, his Adam’s apple bob, more veins appearing in his perfect skin but what caught your eye was a single and simple little place, where you knew he had his scent glands, your little heaven in other words, guided just by the thought of it your canines started to grow in size, wanted to mark what was by the law of the moon yours, but snapped back to reality when you heard him hiss in pain, making him met you worry eyes.
“Hey little one, careful there, it hurst a little bad if you use that fierce canines, you will get what you want if I think you deserve that, so work hard”
His eyes were telling you to behave and to keep going so you attached your lips once more to the head of his length licking and sucking what he had to offer for you, taking little breaks to just breathe a little deeper, only for him to grab again your head and stuffed your mouth full, rough and encouraging him to just go deeper, choking you.
“That’s right sweet angel, choke on that cock, hurt a little that throat of yours just for tomorrow to remember that your big bad aloha did it”
He was loosing himself a little too quickly without giving you nothing, so he separated you from his core, watching with love and lustful eyes the way his cock was connected to your lips by a mixture of his precum and your saliva.
“Bring yourself over here precious thing and let me have a taste of you”
Legs guided purely by the desire burning inside your body, not even thinking twice and throwing yourself in the mattress , imagining already the worship of your beloved mate, shyness suddenly hitting you hard and attempting to close your legs and hide your burning core from hungry eyes.
“Come on sweet girl, don’t be so shy when seconds ago you were all over my cock, I will show you exactly how perfect I am for you so you don’t have that stupid ideas again, of giving yourself to another wolf, even knowing that you will always end up in my arms.”
You frown, taken aback by the little sentence at the end.
“How did you…?”
You were a little surprised that he somehow found out that little comment you have made to one of your closest friends, you had made it without thinking, full of anger after you found out who was you alpha.
“You thought that I would never now?, that little comment that made want to rip every throat in my way, especially the one of that little weak alpha you compared me with…He would never have a female like you, only because you are mine, mine and mine alone, remember that we are connected honey, anywhere you go my senses will be right behind you, that’s a little of how much you drive me crazy and you have to always remember that the moon never makes mistakes”
After that sentence he buried his head deep between your legs, licking a long stripe in that delicate and most intimate part of your body making you look up at the ceiling and letting out the most lustful moan in your short life but the fact that you wasn’t looking right at him while he ate you out with all the love and the possessiveness in the world made him mad enough to suck harder and harder on the sensitive bundle of nerves situated right in the center of your core, taking out of you a little groan of pain, not being prepared for his rough teeth and tongue.
“Look at me my sweet angel, why don’t you want to see your alpha praised your body, watch me prepare you to be the mother of my pups, oh yes honey I know you would raise them well, gods above, our pack will see you so pretty with a big baby bump and smelling of me everywhere”
And at this point you wanted everything he wanted, he was yours and you were his, his desires and dreams were also yours, wherever he went you would be right by his side, expecting to fill any need that he might have, as soon as he bruised your skin with that fangs of his, marking you for life, there will be no return.
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kissinginkitchens · 4 years ago
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You Bring Me Home — Chapter One: Flightless Bird, American Mouth
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a/n: I've been working on this story for mooonths now and I'm so excited to finally share it with the world! It's heavily inspired by Harry's Behind the Album mini doc, except I changed the setting to Hawai'i because I've personally spent some time there and as they say, write what you know! YBMH takes place in the period between One Direction's hiatus and Harry's first album/tour, but with that being said, this is entirely a work of fiction and some events don't follow the true timeline. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my little story, I hope you love it as much as I do! It will be updated every Friday at 5 PM PST. My inbox is open, so feel free to talk to me once you've finished reading! I'd love to hear from you :) Much love, Mel <3
Pairing: Hawai'i!Harry x Original Character
Warnings: swearing
Word Count: 5.5k
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May, 2016
Harry watches LAX get smaller through the airplane window and visualizes all of his worries stuck at the terminal gate, their magnitude also diminishing as he takes flight. He sinks lower in his seat and skims through playlists on his phone when a nagging feeling at the back of his mind pulls his attention away from the screen. Looking up from the song choices, he spots a cell phone quickly lowered from his line of vision and a girl with flushed cheeks who quickly averts her gaze. Harry shoots a tight-lipped smile in her direction and goes back to his phone with a sigh. The days when he could roam the streets freely without fear of recognition—or worse, harassment—feel like an entirely different lifetime. He sometimes imagines that he’ll wake up back in his childhood bed as if the past five years had all been a dream, but he never does. In fact, his privacy and anonymity seem to dwindle with each minute of radio play that One Direction receives. It’s a bittersweet pill to swallow, but one he hopes will go down easier with some time in the Hawaiian sun.
His close friend and new manager, Jeff Azoff, had suggested the vacation as soon as the band privately agreed to take a hiatus.
“You’ll go home for a few weeks,” his voice had crackled through the speakers of Harry’s phone. “Visit your mom and Gem, lay low for a while until the smoke blows over,”
Harry mulled it over in his mind, eyes flickering over the rolling landscape outside of the tour bus window.
“Then what?”
“Then you go for a little vacation. The label offered to cover a house in Hawaii so you can start working on the album,”
“Alone?”
Jeff chuckled lightly on the other end before responding. “I mean, if that’s what you want,”
“No,” Harry corrected. “You and Tom should come. Mitch and Bhasker, too,”
“The dream team,”
“And there’ll be a studio there?”
“Yes,” Jeff started, almost hesitant. “But I don’t want you to think about that too much,”
“But you said the label—"
“I also said vacation. Look, Rob said ‘it will all happen in due time,' did he not?”
Harry twisted the rose ring around his finger, tracing over the silver petals and thinking back to his conversation with the CEO of Sony Music, Rob Stringer. Upon the proposal of his debut solo album, Rob had told him that the most important ingredient for a successful debut would be patience. The singer had agreed in the moment, but every day not spent in the studio felt like a test he hadn’t studied hard enough for.
“Yeah.”
“So you take the free vacation,” Jeff suggested. “You go out, live, get some writing material. Maybe mess around with some tunes. And then we come back to L.A. and get to work. But until then, I just want you to focus on taking it easy.”
So take it easy he had. Or at least he had tried to when he was back home in England. Harry quickly grew restless after what felt like the millionth awkward conversation with past friends and acquaintances, all of which eventually led to the topic of One Direction and it’s unexpected hiatus. After one month at home, his mind and journal were full of ideas for songs, things that he wanted to say before he lost his nerve. One night as he tossed and turned in bed, he shot Jeff a text, just two words that would kick off a three month getaway to the Big Island of Hawai'i:
I’m ready.
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“Sounds great, I'll go put in your order.” Alani offers sweetly, trying not to overdo it with the customer service voice. After waiting on the family at her designated table, she heads back to the kitchen and finds her younger sister, Pua, crouched in the corner taking what appears to be a serious phone call.
“I don’t know, I just saw it!” Her sister cries in a hushed tone. “Where do you think he’s going?”
“Is everything okay?” Alani cuts in with concern.
Pua whispers into the speaker before bringing the phone to her shoulder.
“Harry Styles was just spotted on a plane this morning,”
“Who?”
“The guy from One Direction,” her sister explains with a hint of irritation in her voice. “The band who sings that song you secretly like, ‘Fireproof,'”
Alani vaguely recalls the melody, but she waits expectantly for Pua to elaborate. “And this is news because…”
“Because the band just broke up, so where could he possibly be going?”
"The unemployment office?”
Pua rolls her eyes and returns to her phone call while Alani envelops her in a tight hug.
“I’m just kidding!” Alani apologizes, squeezing tighter despite her sister’s attempts to break free. “I’m sure he’ll be living off of royalty checks until he’s, like, eighty,”
“Get off me, freak!” Pua cries out, finally breaking the embrace.
Alani clutches her chest and pulls out an invisible knife. “Ouch. I’m telling Harry you said that,”
“This is exactly why I don’t tell you things.” the younger sister huffs, storming out of the kitchen through the employee entrance where Alani’s best friend, Maleah, has just arrived.
“Looks like someone forgot to eat their Cheerios today,” she remarks, tying her curls into a high ponytail.
Alani shrugs and leans against the counter. “She’s going through something. Just discovered that boys in pop bands are, in fact, just regular boys.”
“Poor thing,” Maleah frowns. “We all have to learn eventually.”
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The sky is a blend of cotton candy pink and burnt orange when Alani returns home from the café with a strawberry smoothie in tow. She empties the mailbox and sorts through the various bills and advertisements, but her stomach drops when she sees a familiar return address label. After a quick greeting to her excited dog who waits at the door, Alani bolts up the stairs and quietly shuts the bedroom door behind her. Breathe, she reminds herself before tearing into the envelope and discarding it onto the wooden floor.
Dear Ms. Hale,
We are very grateful to have received your submission to Rolling Stone magazine. However, we regret to inform you—
She doesn’t read the rest, slumping to the floor in defeat. The sixth rejection letter from Rolling Stone lies crumpled at Alani’s feet and she kicks it across the room with a frustrated grunt. She had worked for over two months perfecting her analysis of Joni Mitchell’s Big Yellow Taxi and its allusions to the environmental impact of urban development in Hawaii. As part of her initial research, Alani had even traveled to both the Royal Hawaiian hotel in Honolulu, which is the famous Pink Hotel mentioned in the song, and Foster Botanical Garden that Mitchell referred to as “the tree museum.” She was certain that her effort and persistence would result in at least a consideration. The second third time's the charm! Maleah had joked watching Alani submit the piece. Six articles in the span of two years, each one facing the same rejection despite the increased effort Alani had put in over time. The fact that the rejection letter hadn’t changed over the course of the two years brings an incredulous smile to her face, and her stomach turns when she considers that the editors probably hadn’t even read her work, anyway. All that effort, she thinks to herself, all that time, for nothing.
“It will take time,” her favorite professor, Dr. Hudson, had reassured her three months after the Joni Mitchell article was submitted. “Every great writer faced countless rejection until that one piece. Yours will come. Keep your eyes open and your pen ready.”
Alani sighs and lifts herself off the floor, choosing to crawl into her unmade bed instead of slumping onto the hardwood. She hears a soft scratching at the door before her King Charles Spaniel, Freddie, pads into the room.
“Come here, bubs,” Alani whispers. He obeys and burrows into the duvet, giving her temple a gentle lick before nuzzling into the nape of her neck.
“You still love me, right?” she asks, voice cracking. “Even if I’m a failure?”
Freddie sniffs her ear in response.
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“Right,” Harry says, his tongue peeking from the corner of his mouth as he reads the map. “No, left, sorry,”
“Do you actually know how to read a map?” Jeff teases, correcting the turn.
Harry pouts in response, his brows furrowing. “In my defense, we’re literally in the middle of fucking nowhere,”
“There are worse places to be,” Mitch pipes up from the back seat. “England, for example, where they say things like ‘litchrally’,”
“Very well said, Mitchell,” Jeff Bhasker adds with a fake British accent of his own.
Harry turns to his friends in the back seat with a finger pointed like an agitated mother. “If you lot don’t shut up, I’m gonna lead us to a volcano and push you in,”
“Where are we even going? I forgot,” Tom complains.
“To get food,” his manager responds from the driver’s seat. “I think,”
“Why can’t we just stop there?” Mitch asks pointing to a café pulling up on their right.
Jeff merges into the turning lane quickly without a second thought. “Good enough for me, I’m starving.”
“Sorry, H.” Mitch pats his friend on the shoulder.
Harry scoffs. “You’re the one who wanted poke.”
The Aloha Nui Loa Café is much more spacious than the exterior suggests, yet it still feels cozy. The walls are painted sage green and adorned with various local art pieces, as described by the plaques that accompany them. A skylight fills the center of the room with plenty of warm lighting, leaving the space along the walls in a bit more shade for an intimate feel. In one corner, a hanging disco ball leaves freckles of sparkling light along the walls where the sunlight hits, making the whole image very idyllic in Harry’s mind. As if he couldn’t enjoy the setting more, he hears the beginning of an Otis Redding song that he’s had stuck in his head drift through the restaurant speakers.
“Welcome in!” a voice calls, which pulls him from his survey of the room. His head whips to the source—a girl around his age with wavy, dark hair and honey skin. “For here or to go?”
Harry takes a hesitant step up to the counter. “For here,”
She smiles warmly and pulls some menus from under the counter. “How many in your party?”
“Five.”
“Great, follow me.”
Harry and his friends follow the waitress to the corner of the room under the disco ball and take their seats at the round table.
“My name is Alani,” she introduces herself, setting the menus down. “I’ll be serving you today. Can I get you started with some drinks?”
Harry continues scanning the restaurant while his group orders. His eyes land on the shirt that Alani is wearing, a white tee with the words “Enjoy Health, Eat Your Honey” in blue lettering that surrounds a picture of a cartoon bee.
“Harry,” Jeff says gently, catching his drifting attention.
The singer turns to his manager, who nods to Alani waiting with a pen pressed to her notepad. Harry feels a rush of embarrassment creep across his cheeks and he clears his throat to cover it.
“Just water,” he says, eyes glued to the menu. “Thanks.”
“You got it.” Alani nods, flashing a toothy grin at the rest of the group before turning back to the kitchen. Harry. Her mind repeats, finding a hint of familiarity, though she doesn’t know why.
When Alani arrives at the drink station, she finds her sister staring at her, mouth agape, while Maleah unsuccessfully conceals her laughter.
“What?” she questions, checking herself for any embarrassing stains or smells.
“You were—and he—” Pua stammers. “He was—and then he—”
“That’s Harry Styles,” Maleah translates, her voice hushed as she peers over her friend's shoulder.
Alani turns to steal a glance at the table she just seated, but Pua and Maleah latch onto her and shake their heads frantically.
“Don’t look!” her sister hisses.
Alani smirks, amused at their reactions. “No shit. That’s One Direction?”
Maleah snorts, clasping a hand over her mouth as Pua huffs. “No, dumbass! It’s just Harry. I don’t know who the other guys are,”
“But the blonde guy? That’s not—?”
“No!” Pua and Maleah giggle in unison.
“Okay, geez,” Alani relents. She manages to steal a quick glance at the table over her shoulder, immediately searching for Harry. Her eyes scan over the long, curly hair kept out of his face by a pair of white sunglasses that she had seen on Kurt Cobain once. All of his features are sharp and striking, from his pointed nose and defined jawline to the bright blue eyes. Or maybe they were grey? Alani wonders, trying to remember the exact shade. He doesn’t look anything like the fresh-faced teeny bopper she’d had in mind, the one from a music video her sister had shown her a long time ago. She would have never guessed that the What Makes You Beautiful singer had so much dark ink trailing down his bicep and forearm, though her knowledge of One Direction was very limited.
“What did he order?” Pua questions, her eyes wide.
Alani quickly snaps back to reality and resumes filling the drinks. “A water,”
“Oh my god,” Maleah swoons. “I’m never drinking anything else ever again,”
“I didn’t even know you liked him,” Alani teases with an eyebrow raised.
Maleah sneaks another peek at the table and catches her lower lip between her teeth. “I mean, I didn’t really think so either but look at him. What a fucking dream,”
Harry was objectively handsome, this Alani could admit, but she personally didn’t see the appeal and had a strong feeling that he was just like every other male celebrity. The fact that he hadn’t even bothered to make eye contact with her only served as further proof of what she knew to be true.
“Okay, well, your dreamboat is waiting for his water. So excuse me,” Alani winks, making her way back to the table.
The singer spots Alani returning out of the corner of his eye and the sight of her causes a strange flutter in the pit of his stomach that makes him want to duck for cover. Instead, he pulls his phone from his back pocket and pretends to be occupied with something on the screen.
“Okay,” she greets, setting the drink tray down. “I have a Blue Hawaii, a Mango Mama, two Loco Cocos, and a water,”
The group graciously accepts their drinks with a chorus of “thank you," but the only one under Alani’s scrutiny is Harry. He still doesn’t meet her almond eyes, and though she figured he wouldn’t, she can’t help the inkling of disappointment that washes over her. After taking their meal orders, Alani heads back to the kitchen, checking on her other customers along the way. Harry’s eyes follow her and he observes the way customers light up at her presence, indulging her conversation with laughter. He watches as she lingers by the jukebox in one corner of the room, a detail he had missed in his initial scan, and waits anxiously to see what song she chooses. Baby I’m-a Want You begins softly and Harry feels the corner of his lip curl ever so slightly. Good choice, he thinks.
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“He’s still here,” Pua muses, peering through the tiny window in the kitchen door. It had been nearly two hours and the five men were still seated around their table cracking jokes and doing a lot of talking with their hands.
Alani doesn’t look up from her bowl of sliced kiwis, offering a hum in response. “And what do you want me to do about that?”
“Nothing,” Pua shoots back. “Don’t bother him,”
“What kind of girls do you think he’s into?” Maleah asks, attempting to peek through the window.
Alani shrugs, bored of the conversation and of thinking about Harry. “I don’t know, but I’ll bet he’s a real sucker for the ones who stalk him while he’s eating,”
“How does he make eating a salad look hot?”
“Can we talk about something else now?” Alani whines, poking holes in a lone kiwi with her fork.
Pua tosses a wet dish rag in her sister’s direction and cheers when it lands in her face. “Go see if he wants more water, he looks thirsty.”
“I already refilled it,” Alani defends. “Twenty minutes ago. I’ve refilled it a hundred times, I’m surprised he hasn’t peed his pants.”
I’m gonna piss myself. Harry thinks, his right leg bouncing to distract himself. He really wasn’t all that thirsty, but he couldn’t stop himself from finishing each glass of water that Alani placed in front of him. He really wasn’t all that thirsty, but he couldn’t stop himself from finishing each glass of water that Alani placed in front of him. Like clockwork, she would return to fill his glass almost as soon as the last drop had been drained, and so what began as a little experiment slowly turned into a bladder hazard. But if the trend was to be trusted, she would be back any minute and he wasn’t going to miss it; afterall, there were only so many ways to casually linger in a small café without making it weird. Unable to bear it any longer, he heads to the restroom and hopes that Alani doesn’t clear their table before he has a chance to see her again.
Harry pads down the back hallway with his eyes cast down at the floor, which proves to be a mistake when he walks directly into another person.
“Sorry!” they both apologize quickly, Harry’s palm taking purchase on the other person’s upper arm.
“I wasn’t paying attention,” he offers, finally meeting the dark, mocha eyes already looking back at him.
Alani presses her lips into a tight smile. “Me either,”
Harry’s heartbeat picks up when he realizes it’s her, and he isn’t aware of how close they’re standing until he detects the faint scent of kiwi on her breath. He takes a step back and rakes a hand through his hair.
“So I guess I’ll just—”
“Yeah, sure.”
Green. Alani notes to herself. His eyes are green.
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Shortly after Harry returned from the restroom, him and his friends settled their bill and headed out. Alani cleared their table and her eyes nearly fell out of her head when she saw the hefty tip left behind. The word mahalo was also left behind on the receipt, underlined twice, and she wondered if it was his handwriting.
Later that night, she settled into bed with her laptop and hesitantly typed his name into Google. As she expected, countless articles about the split of One Direction emerged, most of them speculating what was next for each member. To her surprise, however, Harry’s name seemed to be mentioned more than his fellow bandmates as various sources labeled him “the next Justin Timberlake” and rising star of the group. Upon further investigation, she learned that the demand for information about the elusive Harry Styles was high, especially concerning any possible solo music. No news had yet been confirmed by Styles himself, nor anyone claiming to represent him, but she still wondered if his presence in Hawaii had anything to do with a possible solo project. Almost as soon as she thought it, Alani dismissed the theory in favor of the idea that he was most likely just taking a vacation. And from the buzz that she saw surrounding the news about One Direction, she couldn’t blame him.
The more Alani read, the more she wanted to know, and something deep down told her that his was a story worth telling. Of course, the only problem was that she had hardly talked to him, and there were only so many things she could say about the fifteen glasses of water he downed. There was no way of knowing if she would ever see him again, either, or if he was merely stopping in Hilo on his way to another island or somewhere else entirely. Alani sighed, thinking back to her most recent rejection from Rolling Stone. She knew that there was no possible way she would ever see or talk to Harry ever again, and even if she did, why would he bare his entire soul to a stranger? Still, she let her mind wander through the possibility.
Dear Ms. Hale, the letter would read, we are very grateful to have received your submission to Rolling Stone magazine and are pleased to inform you that your piece on Harry Styles will be featured in next month’s issue. Additionally, we would be honored to have you on staff, effective immediately.
It was far-fetched, Alani knew this, but she dozed off that night with endless ideas swimming in her head.
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By the third day after his visit, the only trace of Harry is in Alani’s search history. She would have completely forgotten about him if it weren’t for her sister’s constant reminiscing and multiple attempts to rename the house salad to the “Harry Special.” As a result, a part of Alani’s thoughts periodically linger back to that day and the subsequent hours spent on Google that she’d rationalized as research instead of stalking. Somehow the knowledge that she’ll never see him again only adds fuel to the questions still burning in her mind, but a customer clearing their throat while she sorts menus below the hostess podium interrupts her thoughts.
“Welcome in!” She calls, standing. “What can I—”
She stops in her tracks, unable to believe her eyes. Harry blinks and waits for her to continue.
“What can I get started for you?” Alani tries again, hoping that he hadn’t noticed her shock. Luckily for her, Harry had been too focused on choosing his next words to register her mistake.
“What’s in the Honu smoothie?” he asks, mentally kicking himself for asking such a stupid question when the menu just inches above her head clearly spells it out.
Alani hums, thinking back to the times she had made the smoothie herself. “Kiwis, spinach, mango, avocado, and a hint of lime,”
“I’ll take one of those,” Harry says, reaching for his wallet.
Alani punches in the order with trembling fingers and nods. “For here or to go?”
“To go,”
Disappointment fills her chest. Sure, she hadn’t planned on seeing him ever again, but the fact that she did felt like a sign. If she wanted to take the chance, she’d have to do it fast.
“Anything else?” she asks, weighing her options while he skims the menu.
“No thanks.”
Alani makes the smoothie quickly, head spinning. She had spent most of the night after their initial meeting planning out exactly the type of questions she hoped to ask him and what kind of article she would write. She was used to writing about what she knew—artists and music she’d admired for years— but she figured that starting fresh with someone she hardly knew would be a good challenge. Not to mention that it seemed like just the thing Rolling Stone would jump for. Alani finally works up the courage as she finishes his smoothie, but when she returns to hand it to him and hopefully strike up a conversation, his ear is pressed to his cell phone. She holds out the drink and he graciously accepts, giving her a small nod as a “thank you” and rushing out of the restaurant.
Two days later he returns and is seated at the counter, typing away on his phone. Alani feels both a rush of optimism and annoyance at the universe for dangling his presence so unexpectedly. She starts heading over to him, but Maleah cuts in.
“Trade me?” she proposes, eyes wide.
Alani blinks. “Oh, I would but I—”
“Please,” her best friend pouts. “I’m leaving to see my grandparents in stupid California for two months. Who knows when I’ll get the chance to see him again?”
Alani sighs, but gives in, reluctantly exchanging Harry for the family of four seated by the window. A strange feeling settles into the pit of his stomach when he sees that she heads in the opposite direction after a hushed conversation with another waitress. He doesn’t know why she traded him for a different customer, but he takes the hint.
A week goes by without another sighting of Harry and Alani has permanently taken on the role of greeting hostess in hopes of seeing him again. Her heartbeat temporarily speeds up when she sees a long haired customer approach the door, but her spirits quickly fall when the face doesn’t match his.
Another week brings another disappointing realization that Harry might be gone for good. One rainy morning when the restaurant is quiet and only two customers huddle together in a booth near the back, Alani hunches over the hostess podium and doodles on a stray receipt— a sunflower, a crescent moon, and two hearts. The bell above the door jingles but she doesn’t look up, too absorbed in her scribbles.
“Do you serve coffee?”
The familiar accented voice stops Alani’s pen dead in its tracks. She lifts her eyes first to confirm, and then straightens up when she sees that her ears haven’t deceived her.
“Yes,” she swallows.
“Great. I’ll take it to go,”
She slightly deflates, but Harry thinks he’s reading too much into it.
“Actually,” he corrects anyway, just in case he isn’t. “I think I’ll stay for a while,”
Alani flashes a warm smile and nods in the direction of the counter. “Right this way,”
Harry sheds his windbreaker onto the back of the seat, revealing a black and white Rolling Stones t-shirt that makes Alani’s blood pressure rise. A sign, she thinks.
“What do you want in your coffee?” she questions carefully.
“Nothing,” he responds, shaking out his damp hair gently. “Or actually, uh, butter...if you have some,”
Alani blinks, not sure if she’d heard correctly or if there had been some transatlantic miscommunication.
“Butter?”
“Yeah,”
“Like the—”
“Spread, yeah,” Harry confirms. “It’s weird, I know,”
She lets out a light-hearted laugh and nods. “It’s a...unique request,”
“I thought the same thing at first,” Harry confides. “It’s not bad, actually. But maybe I’ve just been in L.A. for too long.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
She offers a polite smile and heads to the kitchen where the cook and two other waiters talk amongst each other. Alani is grateful that the restaurant is slow this morning because she knows that it means minimal interruptions to her time with Harry. To ensure this, though, she asks one of the other waiters to cover the podium and returns to Harry with his coffee.
“One butter coffee, free of judgement,” the waitress announces, setting it down.
Harry grins softly, stirring the drink with the spoon Alani provided. “You can judge, it’s alright,”
“I just wanna know why,”
The coffee had been part of a fad diet while on tour in order to boost Harry’s energy on stage and stay trim for the hundreds of photo-ops he would be a part of. He doesn’t know how to communicate all of this to Alani, however, not sure how much she knows about that part of him, so he shrugs and tells a simplified version of the truth.
“I read about this trend a while back, it's called bulletproof coffee. Supposed to get your energy up and I needed it for my job,”
“Which is…” Alani trails off, downplaying the knowledge that she had acquired from Google.
“I make music,” is all Harry says and he takes a sip of the drink to avoid elaborating.
“Anything I would have heard?”
He swallows hard and listens to the faint rumbling of thunder outside before replying. “Possibly,”
“Try me,” Alani challenges.
He narrows his eyes and takes another sip of coffee. “Why don’t you tell me something about yourself first?”
“What do you wanna know?”
Everything, Harry responds internally, though he reigns it in. “How you got into waitressing,”
Alani sighs, resting her elbows on the counter across from him. “There’s not much to tell, it’s a family business. What I really wanna do is write,”
“Music?”
“Articles. I’m studying Journalism at UH,”
Harry hums in response, filing the detail away in the back of his mind. “Sounds interesting. You ever publish anything?”
“Not yet,” Alani shakes her head gently, toying with the sleeves of her green University of Hawaii crewneck. “Hopefully soon, though,”
Harry racks his brain for something else to say, but before he can, Alani speaks up again.
“Is it my turn to ask something now?”
He offers a curt nod and stirs his coffee.
“What kind of music do you write?”
Harry chooses to be vague again. “Different stuff. Pop, usually. Been messing with some classic rock, though,”
“Explains the shirt,”
He peers down at the design on his tee and agrees. “Yeah, I guess so,”
“Do you like it?” Alani asks, her eyes begging to make contact with his again. “Writing music, I mean,”
“Yeah,” Harry confirms, tapping his spoon against the rim of the mug. “I really do,”
Alani’s heart pounds. This is her chance, a moment to finally secure her breakthrough piece. She doesn’t know how to approach it, so she opts to dive right in without looking back. The worst he can say is no.
“Can I ask you something else?”
“That’s cheating,” Harry teases lightly. “It's my turn,”
She pouts playfully, but obliges. “Fire away,”
Harry doesn’t know which question to ask first, but when he glances down at the crescent moon inked on her wrist, he decides to start there.
“What’s with the moon tattoo?”
Alani isn’t sure what she expected him to ask and wonders what purpose such a detail could possibly serve him, but she answers anyway.
“Oh, well,” she begins, tracing her index finger over the outline. “It’s kinda the meaning of my full name. It’s Mahealani, Hawaiian for ‘heavenly moon,'”
Fitting, Harry comments to himself. Every detail he learns about her makes him want to learn that much more, from her favorite foods to the last thing she thinks about before falling asleep. Studying her expectant eyes, he suddenly remembers that it’s his turn to respond.
“That’s cool,” is all he says.
Alani doesn’t know what to make of the faraway look in his eye, but she decides to pose her most burning question while he appears to be in good spirits.
“I know this is gonna sound totally out of the blue,” she starts, working past the lump in her throat. “But when you mentioned how you write music, I was just reminded of this assignment I’m working on in my class,”
Harry waits for her to continue, nursing his now lukewarm coffee.
“I’m supposed to write a piece about someone who I don’t know that well,” she continues. “You know, to practice our interviewing skills. And, well, I was just kind of wondering if you might be interested in helping me out—being the subject, I mean,”
Alani had every intention of telling Harry the truth, about how she really planned to submit the article to Rolling Stone in hopes of securing an internship before her college graduation next Spring. But as she started speaking, she quickly realized how it would come off: a complete stranger asking for personal information to submit to a well-known publication. She knew that there was a chance he would shut down and never return, so she lowered the stakes and hoped that this route would be less risky. Was it ethical? Alani hadn’t decided yet, but she would work out the details later. After six failed articles and two years of rejection, she saw a ray of hope and wasn’t going to let it slip away.
Harry ponders her offer for a moment, which confirms that she had recognized him. Normally he would be off-put by such a request, and to a certain extent he is, but there is something sincere in her voice that he trusts deep down. Before he agrees, however, he decides to fish around a bit to test her reaction.
“You know who I am,” he says gently. “Don’t you?”
Alani’s heart drops into the pit of her stomach, not sure what to say next. She hopes with every fiber of her being that she hasn’t upset him, or worse, ruined her chances, so she decides to offer some truth to throw him off her scent.
“My sister recognized you,” she explains. “That day you came in with your friends. I thought they were your bandmates at first,”
This lets Harry know that she isn’t a total stalker, which is comforting, but he wouldn’t have been minded if she were a fan simply engaging in conversation.
“Oh,” he laughs weakly.
“I totally understand if you say no,” Alani offers quickly, trying to smooth things over. “I just thought it was worth a shot. And that it might be more interesting than interviewing our produce guy,”
Harry decides to give her one last scan for any sign of insincerity. He’d always felt that his gut instinct was strong and it hadn’t led him astray thus far.
“An interview?” he clarifies.
“Just one,” Alani promises. “An hour, tops. And you can proofread all of it once I’ve finished, too.”
Harry waits a beat, already knowing his reply, but he wants to see how she will react to his silence. She doesn’t budge, almond eyes set and determined.
“Okay.”
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vintagedolan · 4 years ago
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hiraeth: initial concept
*this is a concept train!! in short, that means you all send in asks and tell me what you wanna see! so feel free to send me in whatever you want to see happen (it would be awesome if you guys send them kinda in order of plot like not jumping way ahead or anything if you know what I mean hehe. anyways, hope you enjoy, and here is my askbox for concepts!! love yah!*
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1: The Valley Isle
“What makes Hawaiian shaved ice Hawaiian? Isn’t it just ice and syrup?”
“Well, every morning we go out and collect water from the waterfall in our backyard, and then we freeze it into ice cubes shaped like the islands, and then we shave each one special into our various menu sizes.”
“Really?!”
“No. Your total is $5.47.”
Koa looked up from the syrup station, reaching over and smacking Kahua’s arm.
“Dude. Do you want to get fired?” She kept her voice low so it didn’t travel past the window.
He just laughed and grabbed the banana syrup, finishing off the mound of ice and sticking a spoon in the side before passing it out the window to the woman who’d asked the question. 
“Yes. My master plan is to get in trouble, blame it on you, get it put on your permanent record so you lose all your future jobs and have to stay here with me forever.” 
“You act like you aren’t going to also be in LA in literally three months.”
“And you act like you aren’t leaving me here on this rock, alone, for three months,” Kahua countered, turning to switch out the withering ice block from the machine. 
Koa looked out over the rainbow of syrups, taking in the view.
Her and Kahua had been calling Maui a rock for years - since third grade, to be precise. She didn’t say it often, and especially not to any tourists who were coming to visit. To them, Maui was paradise. Tropical, perfect weather, perfect beaches. Koa could see it. She understood the allure. But when she thought of her paradise, it came in the shape of a bustling city, of opportunities and new faces and places. 
LA.
Kahua called it the haole’s dream. The white girl’s dream. Didn’t matter how many times he complained about being on the same island his whole life, he never really wanted to leave it. The fact that Koa wanted to was seen as borderline criminal by half her ohana, but she pushed their comments and insults aside.
There were only two opinions that she really cared about anyways. 
First was Nahele; her older brother. She didn’t have to ask him what he thought - he’d moved to Texas as soon as he could, started up a food truck in Austin, named it 808 GRINDZ and brought every hawaiian cooking method he knew along with him. He’d been making a life for himself ever since then, and he was ecstatic when Koa told him she was moving. The thought of having family on the mainland, even halfway across the country, was comforting enough.
But the most important one? That was Amosa. 
Amosa, who called her when he knew she’d be walking to her car after she clocked out.
“Hi Dad.”
“Kaikamahine, my girl. How was your shift?”
“Busy, but it was fine. They gave me a card for a free small everyday that you can have, but you gotta get the sugar free syrup when you use it.”
“Yeah yeah,” he laughed. Even over the phone, Koa could hear the waves in the background, and she knew where he was before he said it. “Come to the dock.”
“Did you book another tour?” She couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice.
“Come to the dock,” he said, his quiet way of saying no. “I’ll see you soon. Aloha wau iā 'oe.”
“Love you too.”
The drive to the boat dock was short, and the parking lot was busy as ever. Koa passed the bigger boats, with their names in fancy script screen printed on the side. Their buoys and extra snorkel gear, the bars nestled in the middle of the deck, an extra incentive for the tourists to book with them. Everyone loves a mai tai after all.
The Honu Nai sat at her spot on the dock, the farthest to the left. She had three years on any other snorkel boat out there. Her bow was worn, paint sanded off by the salt and sun over time and travel through the waves. But the little drawing of the smiling turtle still shone through on the side, despite the fact that Koa had painted it almost 10 years ago. 
Over the edge, Koa could see her father. He was cleaning, like usual, organizing all of the extra gear that he had on the boat. The kids section was scarce again, all the smaller sized wetsuits, snorkels and fins barely taking up a rack. Koa knew why - if there was ever a kid on his snorkel tour who couldn’t afford their own gear, he’d ‘lend’ it to them. Every kid deserves to see the underwater world, he would say. It changes you, shows you what life is really about.
Koa had been in the ocean since before she could walk. If she wasn’t where she was supposed to be, she was one of two places; either diving under a wave somewhere, or writing in her notebook. Or, one of her notebooks at least. 
“No book today?” He asked when she jumped aboard.
“Already packed them up.”
Amosa couldn’t think about the suitcases in her room without the tears starting to form. He blinked them away and looked out to the sea of blue. 
“Did you pack your snorkel gear?”
“Dad. You know I’m not going to see shit in the ocean in California,” she sighed, moving over to him and putting an arm around him. 
“I know, I know. They have sea lions I’ve heard. Maybe they’ll be friendly.”
“I’ve heard they stink.” She laid her head on his shoulder gently, closing her eyes when he kissed her head.
“Well. We have 5 hours until you have to get to the airport, and I say that’s just enough time for one more run, hmmm?”
Koa didn’t want to. She couldn’t think of many things worse than having salt all over her skin for a 6 hour plane ride. But the excitement in his eyes was irresistible, so she simply nodded and offered him a smile, letting go so he could get them on their way out to the reef. 
She sat on the bow as they headed out to sea, closed her eyes and soaked in the spray off the waves. Her dad laughed when they hit a particularly big one, cutting through the crest so much that it splashed up onto the deck. He used to do it on purpose when she was a little girl just to hear her giggle and have her running back to him. 
They made it to their favorite place quickly, and Koa didn’t hesitate to put her mask on and get to work. She took the line and dove over the side, tying it to the anchor hook under the water before coming back up. Amosa dropped the ladder for her on the back, but she didn’t need it. She was watching the reef. 
Moorish Idols. That’s what she wanted to see. They were second only to green sea turtles - honu in Hawaiian. But they were the most beautiful fish, with their delicate top fin that tapered off to a tail. She was always excited to find one and show the kids on tours. All she had to say was look for Gill from Finding Nemo and they were able to spot them. She floated for a while, watching the fish dart around, even spotting a small reef shark about 15 yards to the right before she decided to climb back in to see her dad. 
He passed her a towel and smiled at her as she sat down. All he could do was look at her for a moment, taking her in. His baby girl, on the boat she’d practically grown up in for the last time in a while.
He put on his brave face, and forced his biggest smile. “You ready to go out there?”
Koa sighed. 
“I don’t know how to tell.” 
“You’ll do great. You’re capable, and it won’t be long until you’re writing your own books instead of writing for these… whatever boys.”
“Dolan. Their names are Ethan and Grayson Dolan.” 
“Well, like I said. Soon it’ll be your stories out there instead of someone else’s, with your name instead of theirs.” He said it with such certainty that she couldn’t help but believe him. Maybe it was the salt water left over in her eyes, or the glare of the sun off the ocean, but she began to tear up. 
“Thanks for always supporting me dad. It means the world. I’m sorry I have to go so far away, I wish I could stay.” It was true - she just needed the money from the Dolan’s to get herself started, and then she’d come back, help her father.
Amosa smiled. 
“Kaikamahine, it’s just an ocean between us.” He reached out for her cheek. “And we know the ocean, don’t we.”
“She’s an old friend,” Koa said, her heart tight in her chest. 
“Exactly. Now c’mon, let’s get you home and on your way.”
Across the ocean and 3 hour time change, Grayson Dolan was pacing. 
“It’s gonna be fine.” Ethan said.
“Shut the fuck up Ethan,” Grayson said. 
That was the extent of most of their conversations over the last three days. Actually, that’s how all of them had been since Ethan had signed a deal with their agent for a ghostwritten book about their lives.
“It’ll get more people connected to us, the right people-”
“Has it ever fucking occurred to you that I’m tired of that shit? That I’m tired of people prying into my fucking life? What if I don’t wanna connect with anyone else, what if I just wanna be left the fuck alone? But no, now we’re gonna have some fucking stranger asking us a million fucking questions and digging for information in my own fucking house where I just wanna exist.”
Ethan didn’t have an answer for that. He’d fucked up, and he knew it. But he also knew that he signed a contract, and there was no backing out of it now. Grayson rubbed his hand over his eyes.
“When does the writer get here?”
“She flies in tonight.”
“Fucking fantasic. Can’t wait.” 
With that, Grayson walked back to his room, leaving his twin alone in the living room with his hands in his pockets.
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hivemindcoroika · 4 years ago
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ALL Coroika ones (excluding ones you haven't done / ones you don't want to do)
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OK. HERE WE GO THEN.
1. character I find the strongest
I mean if Hivemind Could control the other team it’s probably him. But hmm I guess realistically This comes down to whether goggles or sussy goggles will have their plot armor break first : )
2. Weak character
Crusty Sean ain’t shit
3. Character I find annoying
ummmm. thinky. I really honestly do not find anyone annoying enough to really warrant a strong negative reaction lol....
4. Character I find cool
n pacer 🥺 I mean just Look at her. she’s tall and she’s hot and she has a Long Gun. good for her!
5. Character I like the most
It’s sooo hard to find a favorite so I’ll just give my top 5: I like hivemind, vintage, omega, prince, and inkfall
6. Character I hate
I Do not have capability to hate a squid....
7. Already answered
8. Overrated character?
mmmmmm I’m just gonna say the S4 as a whole bc I see So much content of them compared to the other characters but I don’t... really care I guess? they’re fun. I like seeing all the coroikas
9. Underrated character?
inkfall .......
10-13. Already answered
14. Character I would Befriend
*places a pack of shin ramyun black under a box and stick trap and waits for (shadow) vintage to take the bait*
15. Who would be my Rival
Lmao aren’t the squid people like really tiny. Like really really tiny. I can punt them all into the sun no one can be my rival
16. Most trustworthy character
i would trust omega with my Life
17. Least trustworthy character
shadow vintage would tell the whole fucking city i pissed myself in class even if I paid him not to
18. Most pure character
Prince... or shadow vintage. They both have reminders set on their phones to ping them like 10 times a day to remind their friends to drink water
19. Most Evil character
i Hope it’s shadow prince. he definitely has a DIE CRY HATE sign in his room
20. Best girl
Omega, your hand in marriage please
21. Best boy
vintage, cause he’s the only character with a bowl
22. Already andwered
23. Character id trust to hold my drink a party
prince but honestly he could take a sippy if he wants I don’t really care
24. Character that would work in another media
I want to see vintage run with the cookies so I can plop him in my lobby and tap him until he loses his mind. He and lemon cookie could compare whose bowl is more round
25. Already answered
26. Least creative character
Justice be like Yeah I do digital art and then shows you this:
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27-29 don’t care
30. Character I would want to be stuck on an island with
hivemind because he can just summon down the space station or whatever and ummm you know I didn’t think this through I don’t know how the international space station could help us in this situation I just think it would be cool
31. Character I would Not want to be stuck on an island with
Safari cause I don’t need his weird bad luck curse anywhere near me
32-33 already answer
34. Character that can be trusted around children
aviators he’d be so great around kids. teach them the wonders of palm trees and a pretty sunset
35-36. Already answered
37. Character most recognizable to ppl outside the fandom.
I would love to think it’s aloha even if people don’t realize it because of this fantastic iconic image
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38-39. Already answered
40. Character that needs more content
Inkfall...... 👁
41. Who needs Less content
Feel like I’m just repeating myself from the overrated/underrated questions. I’m just gonna say the S4 again
42. Shortest character
Vintage. hasn’t grown an inch since middle school and he’s so pissed about it
43. Already answered
44. Best cook
Well canonically it’s gotta be army but I imagine that double egg could whip up a fantastic barbecue
45. Character that should never be in the kitchen
Well canonically it’s Emperor, and that’s entirely right he’s gonna burn your shake
46. Most leaderlike character
ummm well it’s rider for sure. if this is about characters who Aren’t already leaders though probably N-pacer or omega (still gunna hold onto my hc that omega is the secret real xblood leader and just lets vintage do it bc she got too tired of it but she can reclaim her authority whenever she wishes)
47. Most Badass character
Omega, your hand in marriage please
48. Most talented character
Probably metry, I can totally see her as the has straight A’s and also has too many extracurriculars that she completely excels at type
49. Smartest character
Either hachi, hivemind, or justice only because they have massive Most Likely to Be a Math Major vibes and as someone who is terrible and the worst at math, anyone who is good at it is just insanely smart to me LOL
50. Fastest character
Lil judd
Thank you :) for the ask :)
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stories-sometimes · 5 years ago
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I’ve Made A Huge Mistake {1/?}
Peter Parker x Reader, Quentin Beck x Reader 
Summary: Peter just wanted to enjoy his trip to Europe, maybe even confess his feelings to his best friend. But along came a mysterious new hero to ruin all of those plans. Peter and his class are aged up and in college.
Warnings: Violence in later chapters, manipulation, age gap
Word Count: 2087
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The blip had been stressful, college had been stressful, overall it was pretty safe to say Peter’s life was ridiculously stressful at the moment. He was hoping this trip to Europe would help him blow off some steam. And who knows, maybe it will be the perfect time to tell his best friend that he was madly in love with her. So there he was, standing in an airport with Ned, waiting for her to show up. Finally she did, looking effortlessly perfect. She’d always been pretty, and he’d probably always been in love with her, but now she was on a whole other level. And somewhere along the transition between schools she found an affinity for short skirts, which Peter (along with the majority of the male (and some female) population on campus) firmly believed was purely to torture him. 
“Hey, you look great,” Peter said, feeling a strong sense of pride as he watched her face turn a couple shades of red darker. “You excited?”
“Yeah, I really need this break.” She responded.
“Same, wanna just be a normal person for once.”
“So no Spiderman?” Peter shook his head. “What are your guy’s plan then?”
“Single bachelors in Europe.” Ned answered, Peter watched her carefully, trying to figure out if her face did drop a little or if it was just his imagination.
“Well that’s his plan.” Peter mumbled.
“What’s your plan then?”
“I don’t know, just gonna see what happens.”
“Alright, I should probably go check in on MJ.” She said as she walked away. Peter watched her, admiring the way her legs looked in that skirt. 
“Single bachelors in Europe.” Ned tried to remind him.
“Yeah, that’s your plan.” Peter answered absentmindedly. The plane journey was reasonably uneventful, minus her falling asleep on Peter’s shoulder and him trying to make sure his brain didn’t short circuit. And somehow Ned managed to start dating Betty, neither her nor Peter could figure that one out.
They finally reached Venice, and even though their hotel was a little shoddy, the city itself was more beautiful than any of them could have imagined. The three friends all split up, Ned went off with Betty, she went off with MJ and Peter was walking around the city on his own, aimlessly wandering around the old streets. One small jewellery store ended up catching his eye. It was down a small alley, a good walk away from the Grand Canal. There was a delicate silver necklace with a detailed, glass daisy charm.
It reminded him of when they were kids. How she thought they were the prettiest flowers and how he would search round parks and the occasional crack in a sidewalk for them. He’d bring them to May, who would help him tie a bow around them. Then the next day he’d give them to her at school, feeling the greatest satisfaction a kid could possibly experience when he saw her face light up. It would be the perfect gift to go along a lifelong love confession. 
Peter entered the store. Lucky for him the necklace was within his budget. He carefully placed the package in his pocket, planning out how to tell her how he felt in his head. He strolled out of the store, an extra little pep in his step.
“Boh.” Mj said, popping up behind Peter, closely followed by her.
“What?”
“Boh. It’s the perfect word in the world. Italians created it, and I just discovered it.” MJ explained.
“She’s very proud of that.” She said, smiling at MJ’s unusual excitement.
“What does it mean?”
“That’s the thing, it can mean a million things. It can mean ‘I don’t know’, ‘get out of my face’, ‘I don’t know and get out of my face’. It’s the best thing Italy ever created, except for maybe espresso.”
“Oh, so you’ve been drinking espresso.”
“How did you possibly guess that.” She jokes making Peter laugh. MJ sticks her finger up in response to her two friends. A man came up to the three of them before MJ shooed him off with a simple boh.
“Boh is my new superpower. It’s like the anti aloha. I was born to say this word. So, what’s in the bag?”
“Um, boh.” Peter responded.
“Nice.” MJ smiled before walking away after she spotted Brad, leaving Peter and her alone.
“You think they’ll get together?” She asked Peter, watching MJ and Brad interact.
“No!” Peter said surprisingly abruptly, “why, did she say something to you?”
“She likes him, thinks he’s really nice. But she’s not ready for a relationship at the moment, the world’s too messy for that right now.”
“Tell me about it.”
“What do you think?”
“I don’t want them getting together. Don’t think they’re right for each other.” Peter said.
“Oh.” She said, feeling her heart drop a little. Why did he care so much about MJ’s love life?
“So you two have a nice time?” Peter smiled.
“Yeah, the city’s insanely pretty and I also got to find out how much pigeons like MJ.” She replied, trying to lighten the mood and ignore the jealousy bubbling in her chest.
“Wait … what?”
“Yeah, I’ve got pictures.”
“You have got to show me.” There was multiple photos of an awkward-looking MJ covered in a stupid amount of pigeons. In front of them a hoard of crabs scurried out of the water. 
“Whoa,” she said, moving her phone away to watch the animals. “What the hell?” All the water around them began to flow towards the middle of the river. Seconds later the water exploded above the river. People quickly began to panic, running away from the water. Ned and Betty slammed into her and Peter, scrabbling out of their gondola. The water soon formed a giant-like monster.
“What is that?” Ned asked, panicked as he scrambled out of the boat.
“I don’t know, I don’t know.” Peter shouted back, “You just need to get them out of here.” He gestured to Betty and MJ. Ned nodded, guiding the two girls far away from Peter. 
“Do you have your suit?” She asked him. He shook his head. “Why not?”
“I’m on vacation.” She glared at him. “You need to get out of here, don’t worry about me just get to safety.” He said, holding onto her shoulders protectively. She nodded.
“Take this.” She said, pulling out a masquerade mask from her bag before kissing his cheek and running off. He blushed before regaining his composure and placing the mask on his face. The monster smashed through the surrounding buildings sending rubble raining down on the fleeing civilians. Streets flooded with water as parts of the monster flew out to attack. Peter put on his web shooters and shot out at the monster. The web went straight through it. You fucking idiot, he thought to himself. He spotted a bridge, vaulting over poles sticking up in the river to get to the higher ground. Before he could prepare himself for a fight he was hit by a blast of water. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a masked figure fly down, shooting green beams at the water. The figure was dressed in green and golden armour with a fishbowl-like mask. Peter watched the mysterious guy fight the monster, the water thrashed out, hurling the man into the water. Peter panicked, climbing up the side of a building to get a better view of the situation. The man somehow remained reasonably unharmed and flew back up to carry on the fight.
“Hey!” Peter shouted, getting the attention of the man, “Let me help, I’m really strong and I’m … sticky.”
“I need to draw it away from the canal.” The man shouted, flying towards the city centre, luring the monster away from its source of power. As the man flew away Peter swung up to a bell tower that was about to fall - potentially about to crush a number of civilians, including a cluster of his classmates. He shot his webs to more stable buildings, using all his strength to prevent its collapse, ignoring the pain as the bell slammed into his head. He manages to pull the tower back into place, shooting a series of webs to keep the tower up. He stood up to watch the man formed green mist around the monster, repeatedly hitting the monster with it. The monster weakened, losing water and power. The man flew up to closer to the tower Peter was on. Green triangles sent beams out at the monster until it was about to be defeated. Right before the monster fell Peter spotted her standing on a bridge behind the monster.
“My friend’s on that bridge.” Peter shouted, the man looked from Peter to her, frozen in fear, cemented to her spot on the bridge. The man sent one final blast out at the monster and as it fell towards the bridge, the man flew out towards it. The remaining water crushed the bridge below it, leaving her screaming as she began to fall down into the water. Peter felt the world crumbling down around him, he’d lost too many people, he couldn’t risk adding her to the list. He began to swing out towards her, but before he could reach her he saw the man dive into the water, soon emerging with her in his arms. Peter relaxed instantly, dropping down a safe distance away from his friends. He watched as the man held tightly onto her as he placed her down on the ground. The college students all cheered for the man as he saved their friend.
“You alright?” The man asked her, continuing to hold her as she coughed up the water. He had one hand on her waist and the other placed high up on her leg, dangerously close to the end of her skirt.
“Yeah, I can’t thank you enough. I thought that was going to be the end.” She said, smiling admiringly up at him. Her hands also remained holding onto him as though if she let go she’d be back in the water.
“I couldn’t let you die on my watch.” He said, his hand leaving her waist to push the wet hair out of her face. She blushed, looking down at his other hand. Only then did he seem to realise how high up her leg his hand was. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“No, it’s fine, I don’t mind.” She replied, the same grateful tone in her voice. She pulled down her skirt slightly as he helped her up.
“Here, take this, it’ll warm you up a little.” He said, removing his cape and wrapping it around her shaking shoulders.
“You sure you don’t need it?”
“I’ve got a spare one, you need it more than I do.” He pulled the cape tighter around her, he placed a hand on her cheek which she instantly leaned into, “stay safe.” He said before finally flying away, waving to the cheering crowds around him. Peter had watched the two’s interaction from afar, a strong feeling of guilt consuming him that he wasn’t there to help him. He had vowed the day she found out he was Spiderman that he would always be there to protect her, save her from any harm that may come her way. And if it wasn’t for this mysterious saviour, she could have easily been dead. Peter tried to push these feelings aside. His classmates now all surrounded her, checking she was alright, asking about the man, failing to hide their envy of the small interaction. Peter walked slowly back to the group, checking that the necklace was still intact. Thank God it was.
“Peter!” She shouted, running over to him and wrapping her arms and the cape around him. “Thank God you’re alright, I was so worried. How are you?” She buried her head in his neck.
“Hey, hey, this isn’t about me. You almost drowned, I should be asking you that. I promised to protect you and I didn’t. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you dare apologise.” She said, lightly smacking him on the chest. “You had other things to deal with.”
“I just can’t lose you as well.” Peter hung his head.
“You’re not going to, I promise.” She smiled at him, he looked up at her through his lashes. Her heart swelled and she almost hated him for how adorable he looked right now. “Who was that guy?”
“I have no fucking clue.”
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aceloha · 4 years ago
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What if I.... posted info dump where I ignored English literature rules? Haha just kidding.... unless
JUMPING RIGHT IN- Basically Goggles and the rest of blue team are wizards that are on the spirits good side. They are able to activate havens and have worked with cursed inkilomgs and ocotlings to resolve their issues with the spirits. So imagine Goggels’s joy when he learns about an entire village riddled with cursed people! He finds himself in the market road, seemingly the busiest place in the village, and declares to the curious crowd that he is here to free them of their curses. To which he is met by a sea of laughter. “You think we haven’t tried that?” Mask will pipe in. “If that was a thing we could do, we wouldn’t be hiding out in the middle of the woods, now would we?” Aloha giggles. Goggles is all flushed. He genuinely wants to help these people but they already gave up hope. But his hasn’t failed yet! He arrived about noon, so the rest of the day is spent asking people about their curses and getting an understanding of the towns folk. The sun begins to set and the roads quickly empty. Now Goggles finds himself just standing their. Alone. Until rider sprints past him. “H-HEY WAIT!!!!” He calls. Rider screeches to a halt “CANT IT WAIT, SIR-SPARKS-ALOT?!” Goggles pauses trying to understand what the hell that meant before shaking his head to regain his train of thought “Is there like? An INN? I wasn’t expecting everyone to leave so earl-“ Rider cuts him off “no. There’s not. Remember the whole cursed thing?” he mumbles something rather offensive under his breath and begins to take off again before Goggles calls out to him “CAN I STAY WITH U THEN?!” Rider quickly turns to look at the guy he was dealing with, seeming to study him and somehow maintain peeved and hasty. He glances towards the sun which is just barely visible above the tree line. He grunts ���FINE! But you better not slow me down!” And once again resumes his sprint, Goggles trying to keep up behind him, pinching his hat for dear life.
Rider leads him to a cottage a bit of ways out of town and upon entering he is “greeted” by 3 other inklings (Army, Mask, and Skull). They all just kinda stare at goggles who awkwardly waves and smiles. “Your’re really pushin it tonight....” Mask brings his attention away from Goggles to give Rider a condescending look. “I know I know, I just had some things to do and this guy held me up-“ he cuts himself off and presses his palms into his temples. He quickly exits and Mask calls back “ ‘Lo’s already asleep, by the way!” He then returns to studying Goggles who is standing in the doorway of a random cottage filled with cursed people that clearly don’t have a routine involving him, and can’t hide this in any way shape or form. It’s Army that caves from the awkward tension. He kicks at an empty chair next to him. “Sit.” Goggles doesn’t argue. After taking his spot, he looks up towards the hall Rider had exited in. “Is he going to be okay?” he asks nervously? “Yea, he’s just uhh... transforming....” Mask looks away from the table. Goggles stares him down, trying to piece together the words he had just heard “.....what?” Almost on cue, i sheep enters the room from the same hall Rider exited through. “Y. You guys just got sheep in here?” Goggles leans over to get a better view. Skull doesn’t even look up from his book “That’s Rider.” Goggles immediately bursts out of his chair “YOUR CURSE IS SHEEP!?” Rider takes a few steps back “ah. It’s uhm. A bit worse.” Goggles crouches down and pulls out a make shift booklet “Tell me!” Rider takes a moment to decide if this is really worth it. It is. “Basically what happened was I was a part of a ceremonial group to thank the spirit of bounty. Unfortunately, we had gotten lost in the fog and I took command of the group despite not being the leader. What I didn’t know what the spirit of greed was present and this was all to their plans. I led the group to.... a slaughter. I was able to get away and made it to bounty’s shrine. Lacking the required service. They where angered by my decisions and how I was the only one to fall for greeds tricks and didn’t even try to save my fellow worshipers. They cursed me so that I could no longer feel strength in myself, trapping me in the body of a lamb at night. And if I do try to find power in this state I will be punished.” Goggles is fascinated and craves all the information he can possibly get “what do you mean by punished?” he still has a goofy smile on his face and is prepared to write more information down. Rider is rather blunt with this one “You see these horns? Small and useless yea? Well, if I seek power they will rapidly grow. And grow. And burrow throw my eyes, forever blinding me both in and out of this form”Goggles freezes “ah. Du-duhm ho-ho-hokay! Cool cool. Very cool. Uh what about y’all!” He quickly stands up and desperately awaits the other threes response.
Army stares down at the table “I was displeased with the spirit of fauna because they where reluctant to grant me and my comrades the food we needed for winter. Harvest day was near and I decided to take maters into my own hands. I attempted to make a deal with them. And while where granted our food, it rotted within a number of days. Out of anger I took the freshest appealing squash and coated it in a poison and left it at the spirits shrine as an “offering”. The next moon, I was awoken by a burning pain through my whole body, and the spirits presence. They explained me that I was already risking myself, forcing them to give us our rations and attempting to poison them was my down fall. I fled my village before sun rise, all the while the poison intended for them was eating away at my skin. Now, I must always give back to the land what I take, otherwise the gaps will gr-“ goggles cuts him off “OK OK I GET IT! YOU HAVE WHOLES IN YOUR SKIN AND THEY CAN GET WORSE CUZ YOU TRIED TO POISON A SPIRIT-WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!?!” “I WAS ANGERED AND I DIDNT KNOW THE CONSEQUENCES!” Army still refused to make eye contact.
“Ok ok ok YOU! What about you? I’m sure not everyone has a gruesome backstory!” Goggles points to Mask, who interns chuckles “I went to the shrine of power-” goggles drops his booklet and drops his head into his hands and groans from behind them “... Yep. The spirit caught me. They said they could give me the power I was looking for, at a cost. I declined.” cue another sorrowful moan from Goggles “they cursed me so that if I ever breathe the night air, I become a disfigured monster, trillions of eyes, stretched limbs, melty, all that good stuff. And I won't be able to control myself. It'll last till day beak and that’s kinda it. Oh, but please note that transforming into it is the most painful thing. The limbs rapidly contorting and growing, ur entire insides churning all at once. And then the eye thing-” Goggles holds out a hand “stop. Just. Just stop.” Mask chuckles.
“What about that Aloha guy? What, he just has like, sleeping beauty vibes?” A silence falls onto the room “....he tried to steal from the spirit of life’s shrine-” Mask happily adds to which Goggles lets out an anguished sigh. “Yeeeeep! Basically, his whole shmuck is that he wasn’t aware enough of life itself so he has to fall asleep before sundown and- you remember how his arms and legs where all wood-y from earlier? Ya so they become roots and all his remaining energy is given to the earth. BUT if he doesn’t fall asleep before then, the wood grows. And if left unchecked, it will fully encase his, trapping and him and then growing inside him, till he no longer has any energy and the wood will grow and he becomes a willow tree!”
Goggles doesn’t even look up from his book, just tapping his pen against the table over and over. “And what about you” he sighs, motioning to Skull. “..... I tried to kill the spirit of the heavans.” Goggles drops his pen “ they didn’t give me any exceptions like these guys. So now,” he removes his gloves to reveal a black and red burn that’s crawling up his arm “this is the hand I tried to kill them with, this is the hand that kills me. This stuff slowly spreads, no matter what, and when it covers my whole body. Well. You can take a guess...” Goggles is left baffled. All these inkling had fucked up much worse then he had thought. He fiddles with his hat before closing his book. “Ain’t gonna lie. You guys suck. BUT it is my duty to save u! So what do ya say? LETS GET STARTED ON MAKING IT UP TO THE SPIRITS!!!” The room is once again silent before mask burst out laughing “I say, we go to bed and deal with ur weird hero complex tomorrow” Army stands up and makes his way twoards the staircase by the door, the rest following. “H-HEY COME OOOON! Guys I need to help you! GUYS!” Goggles awkwardly trails behind
And yep yep ya that’s all lol. Also if u actually read this I love u come here let me kiss u on the cheek 💖
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superman86to99 · 5 years ago
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Adventures of Superman #505 (October 1993)
REIGN OF THE SUPERMAN! The Reign is over, and Superman does what we’d all do after being dead for several weeks and coming back to life: no, not visiting your parents, making out with Lois Lane.
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Or more than making out, since the next page starts with a caption that says “Later...” and lets us know that they both had to take a shower. (NOTE: Check Don Sparrow’s section below for artist Tom Grummett’s definitive take on what happened in that scene.)
Their post-resurrection bliss comes to a stop when they remember a little detail: Clark Kent is still presumed dead. How are they gonna explain his return without making the extremely smart residents of Metropolis suspect that Superman and the guy who looks like Superman but with glasses are actually the same person? Superman’s mind immediately goes into “wacky bullshit excuse” mode and he starts spitballing ideas, like claiming Clark lost his memory, or was carried by underwater currents, or was abducted by aliens. Honestly, I’m pretty sure that last one would work, since there have been THREE major alien invasions in the past few years, but Lois thinks no one would be dumb enough to fall for that sort of thing. Really, Lois? No one?
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At this point, Superman picks up some supervillain activity with his super hearing, so he gets dressed and goes there (though it would have been pretty intimidating for the criminals if she’d shown up in that shower rug). A bank uptown has been taken over by Loophole, a S.T.A.R. Labs accountant who stole a gizmo that allows him to phase through walls. When Superman shows up to arrest him and his henchmen (are they all villainous accountants?), Loophole literally puts his first through Superman’s chest, instantly killing him. RIP Superman, again.
Nah, Supes just swats Loophole away and breaks the gizmo, causing him to get his crotch area stuck inside a vault door. Now he has to change his supervillain name to “DickVault”.
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(I freaking love Maggie Sawyer, btw.)
After that, Superman goes to one of the areas trashed by his fight with Doomsday and helps clean up the junk that’s still laying around there. It’s then that he finally reunites with his best friend and most valued ally: Bibbo Bibbowski. (Jimmy Olsen’s there, too, unfortunately.)
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Bibbo also introduces Superman to the dog he named in honor of his home planet, Krypto -- and it’s Krypto who provides the most significant moment in this issue. The little mutt starts barking at some debris from a destroyed building, leading Superman to examine it with his X-Ray vision and find some kids underneath.
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Turns out the kids had been trapped there since the Doomsday fight, leading some random passerby (fine, Jimmy) to wonder if Clark could be stuck in a similar situation. Superman and Lois look at each other... giving Superman an idea and providing the premise for next week’s issue.
Character-Watch:
First appearance of Loophole (real name Deke Dickinson, C.P.A.), who would become a running joke in Karl Kesel’s Superman and Superboy comics. While his phasing powers are tech based, he also has the metahuman ability to somehow convince attractive women to be his girlfriends/henchwomen despite being a balding little dweeb. In this issue he’s dating a blonde named Sheila (who wears a mask, so maybe she’s actually hideous), but I’m pretty sure he had other girlfriends in future issues.
Plotline-Watch:
As I said... holy shit, five years ago: no one draws Supes coming back to Lois after an extended absence like Tom Grummett. This scene is almost a remake of the one from that issue when Superman comes back from his time traveling jaunt. There’s also a callback to Man of Steel #25, when Lois hears a tap on her window and thinks it’s Superman, but it’s just some dumb bird. This time she gets it the other way around:
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Don Sparrow says: “There’s a cute visual callback to the last time Superman returned after a long absence on page 18, when Superman is reunited with Jimmy. It’s a near identical pose to Action #643, where Superman returned from exile in space (and in that moment, infected Jimmy with Eradicator-based space sickness, womp womp).” I think he’s instinctively throwing Jimmy up in the air, hoping the cold of space will kill him. Unfortunately, both murder attempts were unsuccessful.
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As seen above, Maggie Sawyer wasn’t too convinced that “Fabio” here was Superman at first. That changes when he calls her “Captain” even though she was recently promoted to Inspector, and she’s like “only a dead man wouldn’t know all the precise ranks for the local authorities!”
The surviving non-Supermen are seen arriving at S.T.A.R. Labs for medical care after the Engine City showdown. Don again: “There are some mild continuity issues stemming from Superman #82, which perhaps wasn’t completely finished being drawn while Tom Grummett worked on this one, as Steel’s costume is almost entirely intact, when we last saw it a week ago, it was in tatters. Ditto the Eradicator, who was a wizened husk, and now is apparently a scorched Ivan Drago.” Let’s assume Supergirl worked her clothes-shifting magic on Steel’s armor and the Eradicator’s, uh, hair.
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There’s a short scene where Superboy is visited by his reporter pal Tana Moon, who tells him she quit WGBS and is leaving Metropolis. Awww. Goodbye, Tana. Or should I say... aloha?
Meanwhile, Lex Luthor Jr. has a scene with Dr. Happersen where he says he intends to control or destroy anyone who wears the “S” symbol. Basically, if he can’t date them, they should be dead. He also instructs Happersen to help Cadmus’ Director Westfield get in contact with disgraced genetician Dabney Donovan. Get ready for a whole lot of clone-related shenanigans in the near future.
And now, more Don Sparrow-related shenanigans after the jump!
Art-Watch (by @donsparrow​):
This issue is another favourite of mine, but I suppose all these issues around the Death and Return are faves when I really think about it.  My copy of this issue had the holographic fireworks cover, and it’s a good one.  I like that Superman and the Daily Planet are in natural colour, rather than holograms.  The cover credit goes Karl Kesel, Tom Grummett and Doug Hazlewood, so I’m not sure what the breakdown was (or if that’s just a handwritten cover credit, just in case?
The story opens with one of my favourite sequences ever, with Lois waking up on her couch, having fallen asleep following the events in Coast City.  I love the detail as she opens the curtain, we see her engagement ring, indicating she knows her real fiancée has returned.  This sequence is followed up by two pages of splashes of the passionate reunion of the best couple in comics.  All beautifully rendered as they float, locked in a passionate, sunrise kiss.  Just lovely (so lovely that I am willing to overlook a small colouring error, as Lois has black hair instead of reddish brown for one panel).  [Max: I can confirm that they fixed that in the collections.]
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What follows is a very cute scene, and one of some debate among Superman fans.  There’s no overt evidence of what happened, all we get is a cryptic caption reading “later…”.   Again, I give credit for the subtlety of the writers, as they depict this scene in a way that can be read either way:  maybe Clark and Lois made love, and the “later” we are seeing is afterglow, or maybe Lois had a shower since she just woke up after sleeping in her clothes. Then, after calling his parents while Lois showered, Clark had a shower himself.  I feel like today’s writers wouldn’t feel the need to be so subtle, and might lose the sweetness of this scene.  
In previous posts, I’ve talked about my friendship with artist Tom Grummett, and how as a boy, I would wear him out with all my dumb fanboy questions.  Once I got older, and our relationship became a little more collegial (just a little closer to collegial, since I in no way consider myself anywhere near his level of skill or success) I would really try not to geek out too much when we would visit.  But the one question I had to ask was about this scene, and what their intention, or interpretation of it was, as I was always curious.  Once I had explained to him which issue it was (the guy has drawn hundreds, so they might not all spring to mind immediately!) he admitted that his assumption was indeed that they had sex.  So there you have it!  [Max: Hot damn! Another Superman ‘86 to ‘99 exclusive, folks!]
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However you wish to read this scene, the choreography, and facial expressions as they horse around is really sweet and fun, and such a nice, light tone compared to the do-or-die pace the books had been for the last two years or so.   Their easy joking, and back and forth banter really do a great job of showing them as a real couple.
It’s a very nice pose on Supergirl as she lifts off, simultaneously spurning Superboy’s romantic complaints.
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I quite like the design on Loophole, and his gang.  Loophole himself kinda harkens back to the silver age villains of the Flash as Loophole has a unique hairline, is an older man, with a pretty average build, which was rare for villains in the 90s. His gimmick is pretty cool, too, though we immediately see its vulnerability.
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The tearful reunion of the now-sober Bibbo and Superman is also a great moment—if anyone rose to the challenge of living up to Superman’s example in his absence, it was Bibbo.  I discuss the scene in more detail in the observations later, but the image of Superman whipping away the debris on page 20 is a great visual, with the dust clouds creating great motion and urgency.
On the whole, a great first issue for the return to the never-ending battle, even if it brings us closer to Grummett’s last issue on this title (for a while).
STRAY OBSERVATIONS:
Could Superman referring to the Death and Return storyline as a dream, while stepping out of the shower be a reference to Dallas, and their famous about-face after an unpopular season, where Bobby Ewing emerged from the shower, alive and well, dismissing a yearlong storyline as a dream?
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A coy semi-reference to perhaps my favourite line in the first Reeve Superman film on page 8, where Supergirl says “Easy steel, we’ve got you, then later adding, “ok, you got me”.  
A little more issue-to-issue dissonance with Superboy reversing himself from the end of Superman #82, where he said clearly that Kal-El was Superman, with Superboy pointing out that legally, he’s Superman and not Kal. [Max: I think he’s talking strictly in the legal sense, since he helps Superman deal with the legal problem on the next issue and all.]
For all the times that Superman has used his heat vision on guns (as he does on page 11), we’ve never seen rounds get burned off, firing on their own because of the heat.  There might be an idea there.    
An odd sorta-cameo by Erik Larsen’s Savage Dragon, who Superman apparently defeats in the waterfront district. An eagle-eyed reader asked Larsen about it in issue #6 of Dragon’s own book, and he nixed any proper crossover rumours, saying it was just a shout-out from Larsen’s buddy Karl Kesel.  Eventually they’d meet in Superman/Savage Dragon: Chicago, a so-so crossover in 2002.
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A slightly bawdy joke from one of the Loophole gang, on page 14, as the moll of Deke Dickson calls Loophole a “weiner”.  
GODWATCH: A stirring moment when Superman detects the faintest of life-signs, thanks to would-be super-pup, Krypto, and responds “God willing” when someone asks if anyone is alive in that wreckage.  The love and concern in Superman’s eyes when he says he’d “rather die” himself than let little ones perish is a tear-jerker moment for sure.  Bonus points for the cuteness of Superman heaping praise on Krypto, with the line “if that dog could fly, I’d put a cape on him…”
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Question:  Does Jimmy know? He comes up with the solution to the Clark problem very conveniently.  Maybe he’s smarter than we (and by we, I mean Max) give him credit for? [Max: It was all Krypto! Okay, I’ll concede that maybe Jimmy is as smart as a dog.]
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nisaadventures · 4 years ago
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I’m turning 30 in 10 days... yikes.
The last year of my life has sucked... lol. Okay, it wasn’t all bad. I’m exaggerating... but I’m also not. I know there were plenty of nice moments in the last year... but when I think about the last year of my life, its just full of so many firsts... awful firsts... 
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First time celebrating their birthdays without them...
First holiday season without them... anyone else miss mom’s turkey? Most people don’t like traditional thanksgiving dinner because the turkey is more often dry... mom’s was never dry... Okay the key people.. Don’t actually cook your stuffing in the turkey. Its just going to suck all the juice life out of your bird... I mean come on. Trick #1 stuff the turkey with fresh cut oranges and yes, you can leave the skin on... #2 do majority of the oven time in an oven bag to keep the moisture in. #3 cook breasts down. Its the part thats usually most dry, so duh... keep it in the juicy, buttery goodness of the pan. I never made the entire meal, I usually just helped mom with everything. These are just some things I’ve taken away in my observations. 
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Halloween trip to Disneyland without them... Disney is always a good time, but I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t feel heavy in some way... and that is saying something because Disneyland is my happy place lol. 
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Looking forward to 2020... Hoping that it had so much better in store for us. 
Dear lord... what a joke. 
Going to Hawaii for our “family trip” without them...
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A pandemic without them... I mean yes, I’m thankful they aren’t out there with COVID on the rise... I’m glad they’re not stuck at home because COVID. Mom and Michael are both too much of busy bees to be cooped up in the house for too long. 
Not going to lie... picking up where they left has been hard. All of moms plants... The dogs.. Taking care of the backyard, where Michael usually would. Mom would definitely do too much at once. She’d be out in the yard planting something and pulling out something else in her damn UGG boots! wth mom?! Those are expensive! lol. “Oh its fine.. I’ll wash them.” Omg lol. Either that, or she’d be over here trying to move heavy a$$ pots by herself and I’d have to stop her before she hurt her back. Ayiyi. 
Keanu and Aria’s birthdays without them... seeing my babies sad and missing their grandma, grandpa, and aunties has been hard. It will be out of nowhere sometimes... and all the nights of Aria waking up in the middle of the night crying. I feel you baby girl... I get it. I miss them too... Its okay to be sad... Mantras... 
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You were her little rays of sunshine. Grandpa and grandma loved you SOOOO much. 
Mom would babysit the kids on Saturday mornings, while Kuya, Vaness, and I went to workout. They’d go get breakfast, pancakes and eggs, at UJs. She’d take them to Target, the dollar store, Walmart, etc. just so they could look and maybe get something to play with together. She always crafted with them. 
Living in this house... especially with COVID... has been hard. I miss just sitting at the dinner table, eating sho mi, and talking about work. Mom and Michael getting all worked up over some crazy manager, or something going down with the union.. yup, that’s where I get it from... advocacy and leadership skills FTW.  One thing they could always talk about for HOURS was work lol. 
I remember when I was a little girl, Mom would let me play in the bathtub until I was all wrinkled. She would let me bring all my toys into the tub. At one point I even had a care bear doll that she, for some reason, let me take in the bath lol. She’d throw it in the dryer for me after I was done. 
I remember going to the grocery store with mom and leaving with two full a$$ grocery carts because we had a full house at all times. I mean it was Kuya, my cousin Jojo, my brother Derric, my cousin John, Bubba, my cousin Jay, me and whoever else was over the house lol. When Kuya was in high school, it was all of his buddies partying at our house and crashing on the floor in the living room, dining room, and all the couches. She was the #1 host for sure.
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“Are you hungry? Did you eat yet?” 
Thats love. 
All of Kuya’s high school friends called her Mom. My friends called her Mama Fern. She loved that. 
I remember playing hide n go seek in the dark in our tiny town house.. Later in the bigger house on Glenbriar... where mom actually tripped and broke her arm... But she laughed so hard she peed her pants, so she was a good sport? lol. Needless to say, we sort of stopped playing after that.
I remember making dim sum with mom for the first time. Such a hot mess, flour and food everywhere, but so fun. We definitely didn’t do that again until there were more adults around to help lol. Mom knew how to run through a kitchen like a tornado. Hot mess! but the best cook. 
Mom was always careful. She always wanted to make sure we were safe, that I was safe. I couldn’t go outside unless one of the boys was with me. When I would swim she would get nervous, even though I learned how to swim at a young age thanks to Kuya. One day, we were having a bbq, lots of family over, I was playing in the jacuzzi (drawing on the wall of the jacuzzi with a piece of chlorine... don’t play with chemicals kids lol) and she thought I was drowning? So she jumps her a$$ in there fully clothed and yanks my a$$ out. I was shocked as hell, so I naturally started crying hella hard and complaining about the fact that she scratched me when she yanked me up out of the water lol.
Keep in mind that that was not the first time one of the twins jumped into the pool fully clothed to “save” someone hahaha. 
 Speaking of fully clothed in the pool... The time auntie tripped and fell slo-mo style (that questionable, are you going to catch your balance, speed) into the pool LOL. Mom was dead laughing at her. Most hilarious video. 
Those twins lol. 
Jeeze.. speaking of the twins. They had this crazy connection. Tell me why when mom got sick with suspected viral meningitis and had to be hospitalized... Auntie straight up followed her right into the ICU with viral meningitis... 
Who remembers their 50th birthday? Talk about doing it BIG. So much fun. All the performances. Lani was there... KMA performances and kuya and John getting down for Maglalatik. Who doesn’t like seeing some half naked, buff dudes, bang coconuts together? haha. The twins getting down with their hula performance. Cute!
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I remember when Mom and pops were going through their divorce and she would text me after midnight. I was going to Sac State and of course I was team NO sleep at the time. I would be in the AIRC studying. I’d comfort as best as I could from a distance... and then come home on weekends to be there with her when I could. 
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She found her footing again. Started going to the gym with Kuya more... Started running all the time... all of her half marathons and finally she did the Nike Women’s Marathon. 
Hiking Half Dome with her. What.a.badass. 
That is really how I see her. She was so badass. When she was my age she had my 9 year old Kuya and I was on the way... She was working and supporting us and then eventually decided to make a better life for us, and went back to school... NURSING SCHOOL. wth. I can’t even imagine doing that right now, but reminding myself of where she has been and how much she PUT IN WORK... That keeps me grounded in the fact that we are responsible for our lives. If you want something, you have to work for it. You can’t just hope for better... you make better happen. 
I guess its that reminder... her strength... her and Michael’s love and hard work... That keeps me going. 
Being mindful... being thankful... acknowledging my own strength... 
But with that said... August has been increasingly hard. I don’t like to think about my birthday. I don’t even want to plan anything. They’re not here... I can’t celebrate with all my loved ones and friends. Thank you COVID... 
We’re just getting closer and closer to the anniversary? Nah.. lets not call it that... anniversary sounds like something nice... something to celebrate... This is NOT that. The day your loved ones are taken is not something to celebrate... I mean honestly, if I had to pinpoint the worst day of my life, that was it.... When I think about that day I can’t breathe. Terrible memories... so many sleepless nights. I’ve come so far. Its still hard, but I’ve come a long way. 
Anyway... this post is sort of random and nostalgic. Things I hold onto. Things that make me happy cry... Things that weigh heavy on my heart. 
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Here’s my playlist for grief... reminders of them... collected over the last year:
Aloha for now -Kaleo Vai & Passion 
One day at a time -Jennifer Chung
In the end - Gabe Bondoc, Melissa Polinar, Passion
Round and around -Kolohe Kai
Fade Away -Rebelution
Alive -The Green
New Day -Kimie’
Angels above me -Stick Figure
Memories -Maroon 5
Wish you pain -Andy Grammer
100 -Katchafire
Everyday life -Coldplay
Out of the darkness -Isla vista worship, Bre Reed
Amen -Andra Day
Grateful -13 Crowns feat. Poo Bear
Rainbow Connection -Gwen Stefani
Be okay -ZOE worship 
With you -Eryn Allen Kane
Dont worry -Mesto feat. Aloe Blacc
Just livin’ -Sensi trails, Kbong
Remember me -Miguel, Natalia Lafourcade
Even more -Major
Let it be -Xav A.
Give Thanks -Iya terra, Stick figure
Mr. Sun -Sammy Johnson
Rest easy -Thrive, Nico of Tribal Theory
Sunny Days- Allen Stone
Today’s a new day -Common Kings
Mother’s Love -Jonah Jaxon, Micah G
The bones -Maren Morris, Hozier
Give you blue -Allen Stone
And we remain -Johnnyswim
Yellow -Kina Grannis
Streetcar -Daniel Caesar
Meant to be -Bebe Rexha, Florida georgia line
All you need to know -Gryffin, slander, Calle Lehmann
Like I’m gonna lose you -Jasmine Thompson
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vvitchmemes · 5 years ago
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Locke & Key: Welcome to Matheson
❝ What? What happened? ❞
❝ You know what happened. ❞
❝ I know what I need to do. ❞
❝ If you had to lose one sense, what would it be? ❞
❝ Oh. I was right. ❞
❝ Why isn’t anyone playing for real? ❞
❝ Smell is tied to memory. ❞
❝ You’re kidding, right? ❞
❝ Only pregnant women and masochists crave ice cream in this weather. ❞
❝ It’s on the house. Newcomers’ discount. ❞
❝ We don’t need charity. ❞
❝ It’s hospitality. ❞
❝ How does he know who we are? ❞
❝ Puns are a _____ Family tradition. ❞
❝ You wouldn’t do that if Dad were still here. ❞
❝ Are you okay? I mean, I know none of us are okay, but you seem really far away. ❞
❝ Are you okay? ❞
❝ Yeah, I’m fine. ❞
❝ Frickin’ liar. ❞
❝ Is that an invitation? ❞
❝ Yes, boss. ❞
❝ I love you. ❞
❝ Love you, too. ❞
❝ I’m twerp-hunting, have you seen him? ❞
❝ Give him a break. ❞
❝ Everything alright? ❞
❝ I just need to talk. ❞
❝ It really can’t wait. ❞
❝ Tell me everything I need to know. ❞
❝ I’m not talking to you when you’re holding a gun. ❞
❝ You sure? You might wanna reconsider. ❞
❝ It’s time consuming. And exhausting. ❞
❝ I’ve been very consistent in my neglect. ❞
❝ It wasn’t a happy place. ❞
❝ Hey, sweetheart, let me check it out. ❞
❝ There’s no one in here. ❞
❝ I heard a voice, I swear! ❞
❝ If you go near it again, I’ll beat your ass. ❞
❝ I know what I heard. ❞
❝ I’m not lying! ❞
❝ Okay, next time, I got it, just ask me, okay? ❞
❝ I really know how to clear a room. ❞
❝ There’s more than one meaning to the middle finger. ❞
❝ *puts up middle finger* Aloha! ❞
❝ Look, if this is your spot, I’ll leave. ❞
❝ I’ve been looking for you, like, everywhere! ❞
❝ That came out wrong. ❞
❝ When I saw you yesterday, I thought, “Man, now that girl’s weird!” ❞
❝ Okay, first of all, it’s pronounced baloney. Second, this is fologna, I’m vegetarian. And third? I like my fologna just fine, thanks. ❞
❝ Fologna doesn’t even like itself. It’s a self-loathing substitute lunchmeat for a self-loathing substitute lunchmeat. It tastes like boredom. ❞
❝ And you, _____, are not boring. ❞
❝ Me and my droogs are having a thing later. ❞
❝ You have friends? ❞
❝ More than one, in fact. ❞
❝ It’d be pretty lame to name a squad after myself, wouldn’t it? ❞
❝ Wait, are you messing with me? ❞
❝ Well, that sounds bloody awful. ❞
❝ So, how about I ping you the address, and when you’re ready for a dollop of Sriracha, we’ll be here? ❞
❝ Dude, you’ve been through real shit. ❞
❝ Trust me, grass ain’t greener. ❞
❝ Oh, my gosh, ____, the most amazing thing just happened to me! ❞
❝ Before you get mad, let me explain. ❞
❝ Why are we even here? Away from everything and everything we know? ❞
❝ We needed a fresh start, and we were never gonna get it back there. ❞
❝ It’s gonna get better, I promise. ❞
❝ Dad never did bullshit platitudes. ❞
❝ You know a lot of stuff about me, but I don’t know anything about you. ❞
❝ I could bring you some Doritos. ❞
❝ Death is not as final as you think. ❞
❝ Will anything interesting ever happen at one of these parties? ❞
❝ So, you’re saying I might as well call it a night? ❞
❝ I’m saying don’t get your hopes up. ❞
❝ They’re serving cheap vodka and Cheez Whiz, I left hope at the door. ❞
❝ I think I’m gonna peace out. ❞
❝ You can’t forget that it’s all your fault that he’s dead. ❞
❝ I thought you wanted to. ❞
❝ So, this is the squad? One less and it’d be a couple. ❞
❝ With you, that makes four, which is perfect for group cosplay, right? ❞
❝ Just leave me alone! ❞
❝ You know, not all final girls make it to the end by fighting the monster. Some of them hide. They stay quiet when their family needs them. They’re not waiting for their moment. They don’t even know if another moment is coming, they just close their eyes and wait for it to be over. ❞
❝ Truth is, some final girls are cowards. ❞
❝ This is a terrible miscalculation on my part, I mean, utter idiocy. ❞
❝ Can you get in the car before we have to cut off your frostbitten toes? ❞
❝ Mom, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. ❞
❝ See you around, Kiddo. ❞
❝ Are you alright? ❞
❝ What the hell just happened? ❞
❝ I told you I’d come see you. ❞
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timetrickster · 5 years ago
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Aloha Oe X Edith Nox Crossover Minisode “I Have To Go”
This clears up a plot hole that I didn’t fix up and I thought maybe it would be nice to make a little story line out of it. ALSO AGAIN NOT CANON! THIS IS FOR FUNZIES!
TAG: @cometworks (SURPRISE!)
FADE IN:
A couple days  after The Battle of Demons and the Wedding of Edith Nox. JUSTIN had forgotten to return a time displaced CLEMENTINE. To the proper time and place she was taken.
LOCATION: UNIVERSE 528 - ABRICOT
EXT. EDITH’S HOME 
CLEMENTINE has a bag packed and outfitted with a black jacket, grey coat, jeans, and brown boots.
VIOLET
Where are you gonna go?
CLEMETINE
I don’t know... maybe travel on my own for a bit, I’ll travel to the different kingdoms. Maybe treasure hunt, save some people along the way.
VIOLET
When are you coming back?
CLEMETINE
I don’t know... I’m fated to die, might as well live a lot more before I have to go back. If Justin ever comes over for a visit again he can pop me back where he took me from.
She made her way out the door, 
VIOLET
Wait!
She stops her sister before she leaves. VIOLET hugs her immediately which CLEMENTINE hugs her back.
VIOLET
Be safe, and come back home.
CLEMETINE
I promise sis.
They share one last hug before CLEMENTINE departs. 
9 Months Later...
EXT. EDITH’S HOME.
It was midday, as the Sun was ready for it’s slumber, a time displaced CLEMENTINE was lying down on the roof. Looking at the slowly sinking sun, she plays with a flame in her hand. She looks into the flame, and it began to flicker. A little frustrated she tries to summon it again, in doing she has a quick flashback to her death.
The Black Beast stabs then flashing back to reality, she checks her stomach for her wound. But it wasn’t there... not yet anyways.
CLEMENTINE
I have to go... but after everything... I don’t want too.
She says to herself.
Suddenly out from the skies, a familiar time ship arrives. Leaving the portal opened which quickly closed behind it. The Eternity lands in front of the house which makes CLEMENTINE hide behind the other side of the roof. JUSTIN exits The Eternity from the cargo bay entrance and fixes his coat.
JUSTIN
EDITH! 
He shouted at the house, walking his way toward the front door. He knocked on it very timidly. The door was answered and VIOLET had answered.
VIOLET
Justin!
She immediately hugs the Time Walker, JUSTIN smiles and accepts her hug.
JUSTIN
Hey V! How are you? It’s been 9 months? VIOLET
Exactly that, and I’ve been good. What about you?
JUSTIN
So far so good. Took a trip to Mars, Made friends with a Vampire Queen and a Gem Dame. Ooh! And traveled to a universe and met a magic human aliens.
VIOLET
Sounds like your life is pretty much the same. Lots of traveling the universe.
JUSTIN
Where’s Edith?
VIOLET
She’s at work at Maple Brew
The ground suddenly shook
That’s been happening recently, we don’t know why. Probably some Earth caster messing around Abricot.
JUSTIN
I’ll stop by when I can to see Edith but that’s why I’m here. 
VIOLET
Here for what?
JUSTIN gets serious.
JUSTIN 
Time in your universe is reshaping and Clementine’s displacement is the cause. The longer she remains in the present time your universe will become different. Certain events that have transpired will cease to exists. You will be written out of existence, your marriage to Edith will be erased. Is Clementine here?
While they conversed CLEMENTINE had heard the conversation. She goes back to the roof immediately.
VIOLET
Yeah, she got back a couple days ago. She’s been traveling the world, we have to hurry!
She turns around and shouts toward the ceiling.
VIOLET
CLEMENTINE!
She repeated to call her once more.
VIOLET (cont’d)
Clementine!
There was still no answer. VIOLET rushed upstairs to find her way to the roof. JUSTIN steps outside to find her as well finding her on the roof trying to hide. JUSTIN which caught her attention.
JUSTIN
Hey Clem! Sorry for leaving you here for so long. It’s time I return you to your time.
CLEMENTINE doesn’t respond immediately, summoning a flame in her palm. She immediately threw it at the Time Walker. VIOLET pops up from the roof’s entrance and sees what had passed. She felt horrified, that action was unlike her sister. JUSTIN had caught fire and was hit with a concussive blast from the ball of flame. 
VIOLET
Clem, what did you do?
CLEMENTINE looked at VIOLET as she realized what she had done. She transforms into full fire and blasts away into the sky like a rocket. Vanishing from sight, VIOLET jumps onto the roof and creates an ice slide down to JUSTIN. Showering him in frost to cool off the fire. JUSTIN was unconscious from the concussive force but VIOLET looked toward the sky.
VIOLET (cont’d)
Why did you do that Clem?!
She looked into the sky trying to find a single image of her sister in the clouds.
INT. EDITH’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
A couple of hours passed and JUSTIN was still unconscious. EDITH warms his head with a hot towel, while VIOLET converses with NOEMI.
NOEMI
I’m sorry V, but we’ve checked everywhere. On foot and in the sky, nothing. It’s as if Clem just vanished.
VIOLET
She’s out there somewhere! My sister wouldn’t have reacted like that! I don’t know what set her off or why she attacked Justin! But we need to find her first! (She turns toward EDITH) Babe how is he?
EDITH had waved her over him, she squirmed a little.
EDITH
He’s still in pain, some of his wounds are healing but it’s at a slow rate. A Savior’s magic are 10 times more powerful normal casters. So this may take awhile probably even a couple of days. 
VIOLET
We can use the Holy Water from the temple. Or use your empath magic to speed up the healing.
EDITH
He is an alien from another universe. Our magic may not be effective on him as it is on us. He may heal by the holy water but it is possible that it can mess up his vibrational frequency.
VIOLET
Vibrational frequency?
EDITH
It’s a science thing Justin and Enoch taught me. It’s kinda like our aura but tied to a certain universe.
VIOLET
You use your empath magic on him all the time. You can sense his emotions!
EDITH
That’s true, Honey... but if, I use my magic to heal him it might mess with his biology. I may screw him up worse than before. The deal he made with The Fates it took a toll on him but he was strong enough to withstand it.
VIOLET
If he’s strong enough to survive that, then he’ll survive your healing!
EDITH
Do not take that tone with me Violet Choi.
VIOLET realizes her temper and apologizes.
VIOLET
I’m sorry Sweetie.
EDITH
I know. (She placed her hand on her shoulder)
CLEMENTINE walks through the door and VIOLET immediately hugs her. Breaking away, she looks at her sister. 
VIOLET
What did you do?!
CUT TO: INT. LIVING ROOM.
Al surrounded by the couch, JUSTIN still unconscious. CLEMENTINE being looked and surrounded by EDITH, NOEMI and VIOLET. An intervention, awaiting to hear why CLEMENTINE did what she did.
VIOLET
Out with it, Clem.
CLEMENTINE
I panicked... I didn’t mean to attack him. I just reacted because I’m not ready to go...
EDITH
Why? What happened?
CLEMENTINE
During my travels... I...
NOEMI
You... what?
CLEMENTINE
I met someone and we fell in love... and I didn’t come home because... I
JUSTIN
You had two kids...
JUSTIN had woken up from knock out from CLEMENTINE. The room now filled with shock, JUSTIN joins the intervention.
VIOLET
You mean, I have..
CLEMENTINE
A niece and a nephew, twins.
CLEMENTINE looked at JUSTIN briefly
CLEMENTINE (cont’d)
How did you know?
JUSTIN smiled,
JUSTIN
I’m a Time Traveler... I keep tabs on all my good friends.
CLEMENTINE smiles at the thought of her children. She nodded her head.
EDITH was starry eyed, at the news of already having a niece and nephew.
EDITH
Who was he? and what are the names of your kids?
CLEMENTINE
His name is Redmond and he was so handsome. He always showed off with his Air Magic. My kid are named Khione and Vulcan.
JUSTIN smiles,
JUSTIN
After the Greek Goddess of Snow and the Roman God of Fire.
VIOLET stands up,
VIOLET 
They... they have our magic?!
CLEMENTINE nodded then looked toward JUSTIN.
CLEMENTINE 
I attacked you because I wasn’t ready to let them go... they know who I am and what’s happened to me, but I know I have to return... I’m sorry.
JUSTIN
It’s okay but I’m sorry, I’m so sorry that I have to do this to you. I don’t want to take you away from your kids but it’s the only way to fix time.
CLEMENTINE nodded,
CLEMENTINE
Could you bring them here? For one last goodbye?
JUSTIN
As you wish.
CLEMENTINE
Thank you, Justin.
She kissed him on the cheek.
JUSTIN
Where are they?
CLEMENTINE
The Amethyst Plains, two kingdoms over.
JUSTIN
Got it. Edith? Wanna tag along?
Before turning his head, EDITH was suddenly in her Time Traveler outfit but she also had worn shades.
EDITH
Ready!
They two heroes of their stories, rush out the door and to the Eternity. It takes off and flown through the skies. While VIOLET, NOEMI and CLEMENTINE watch as they venture off. Meanwhile in her own thoughts... she looked off into the darkness of night.
CLEMENTINE (V.O)
I can’t let Justin take me back! I have to live my life here... my children need me.
CUT TO: EDITH’S HOME - MORNING.
The Eternity lands in from of the house. JUSTIN & EDITH exit the ship with REDMOND, with baby KHIONE in his hands and baby VULCAN in EDITH’S hands. CLEMENTINE rushes out immediately to hug REDMOND and her kids. With VIOLET and NOEMI behind her to join everyone else.
EDITH with baby VULCAN in hand.
EDITH
Hi baby Vulcan... I’m your Auntie Edith! And this is your Auntie Violet!
VIOLET is in shock and awe meeting her nephew.
VIOLET
Hi Vulcan.
She whispered loudly.
CLEMENTINE takes KHIONE from REDMOND and showed VIOLET her niece.
VIOELT
Hi Khione... I can’t wait to take care of you and your dad and your brother.
CLEMENTINE makes her hold her niece, awkwardly holding her due to not knowing what to do.
VIOLET (cont’d) Uhhh how do I hold a baby.
NOEMI and EDITH help her out. CLEMENTINE turns to REDMOND,
CLEMENTINE
Honey, it’s time.
REDMOND
We always knew this day would come.
JUSTIN waited near the platform, CLEMENTINE hugged and kissed REDMOND.
CLEMENTINE
I will always love you.
REDMOND
I will always love you too.
She then looked at her babies, KHIONE and VULCAN.
CLEMENTINE
Mommy loves you both so so much. I really hope Auntie Violet (briefly looking a VIOLET with a smile) takes care of you and your papa really well.
One last wave of goodbyes, from her sister, predecessor, dark angel, and the love of her life. Turning to JUSTIN, she nods.
CLEMENTINE
I’m ready.
JUSTIN
Let’s go.
Take the first step, she suddenly flashes back to the moment of her death. Causing her to freak out again.
CLEMENTINE
No, no, no! I don’t want to go!
JUSTIN
Clem, calm down.
She screamed. The ground shook even more and EDITH, VIOLET, & NOEMI scream in agony. They dropped to the ground and writhe in pain. CLEMENTINE transforms into her fiery self and blasts off into the sky and vanishes away.
REDMOND
Do you know where she’s going?!
JUSTIN
Yeah, somewhere painful. Look after them, I’ll be right back.
REDMOND nods and JUSTIN activates his jet boots and follows quickly.
CUT TO: INT. THE ALLEYWAY
JUSTIN landed onto the sidewalk as he knew exactly where she was. He looked somber as heard cries, he slowly walked toward the alley then turns the corner. Finding a crying CLEMENTINE, sitting against the wall and holding her face. Removing his coat, he throws it on the side and sits next to her.
JUSTIN
I sorta know what you’re feeling... dying.
CLEMENTINE quickly looks away from her wet palms and at JUSTIN. 
JUSTIN (cont’d)
I had dueled with a Time Demon... and before he vanished into the Chronal Zone. I was exhausted and wounded and I felt my life slipping away from me. My eyes closed and I was so frightened that I wouldn’t wake up.
CLEMENTINE
I’m not ready to die... after what I did. All the traveling, all the adventures, all the people I saved... my kids... Redmond... what’ll happen if I go back?!
JUSTIN
That won’t ever change. What you did, will become stories. Stories that’ll be heard and told by the very people you saved. You’ll be remembered and Violet... she’ll never let your memory die. And your kids... their Aunt Violet will make sure that you’ll never die. I promise you that, the only way you can fix this, is that you have to be returned to the proper time and place.
CLEMENTINE hugs him immediately,
CLEMENTINE
Thank you.
JUSTIN
You’re welcome. I know how ya feel. I’m a parent too.
CLEMENTINE
You have a kid?!
JUSTIN
Yeah, she’s adopted and she’s been the best daughter ever. Now, let’s get you back to your time.
CUT TO: THE VERY MOMENT.
JUSTIN and CLEMENTINE reappear at the “Very Moment” the two friends silently sit on a nearby bench. She had worn her original clothes that she changed out of.
CLEMENTINE
Here we go again. I’m ready for the memory erase. 
JUSTIN
You don’t need it, everything else is gonna be fine.
CLEMENTINE nodded and kissed JUSTIN’S cheek.
CLEMENTINE
Thank you Justin.
JUSTIN smiled
JUSTIN 
You’re welcome, be brave.
CLEMENTINE
Give Violet that recording... for her, Redmond and the kids.
JUSTIN had returned to The Eternity and gave one last goodbye to CLEMENTINE.
CUT TO: EXT. EDITH’S HOME 
Everything had gone back to normal as time fixed itself. JUSTIN makes one last check on the team to see if they’re okay.
VIOLET
Did she?!
JUSTIN nodded.
JUSTIN
Everything’s fixed... time is fixed. But also, (He pulls the devices from his coat pocket. Handing it to VIOLET & REDMOND) She left you messages and for the kids when they’re old enough.
CUT TO: EDITH & VIOLET’S ROOM - NIGHT
JUSTIN had said his last goodbyes and wished them luck in the future. He’ll always be watching out from them on his end. Later that night, with the device ready it plays a hologram of CLEMENTINE.
CLEMENTINE
Hey V, I know I didn’t say goodbye to you, I’m sorry for that but anyways... these are my last words to you before I go. You’re the best sister I could’ve ever asked for and I wish everyday that I could be with you. But Fate is a funny thing... I know when you see this, I’ll be long gone. But just know I love you and promise me that you’ll take care of Redmond and the kids. Promise me that.
VIOLET
I promise.
CLEMENTINE
I love you... miss you.
VIOLET cries deeply as it will be the last time she’ll see CLEMENTINE. EDITH comes into the room and comforts her wife.
EDITH 
It’s okay. (repeatedly)
VIOLET
She’s in a better place, I know but she’s still alive in them. Those beautiful children.
EDITH
True...
VIOLET
What is babysitting? Do I sit on the baby?
(She asked nervously as she didn’t know how to take care of babies)
EDITH laughs,
EDITH
You have a lot to learn Honey.
FADE TO BLACK
The End
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stannyramirez · 4 years ago
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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄 & 𝐊𝐄𝐘: 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐍
❝ What? What happened? ❞ ❝ You know what happened. ❞ ❝ I know what I need to do. ❞ ❝ If you had to lose one sense, what would it be? ❞ ❝ Oh. I was right. ❞ ❝ Why isn’t anyone playing for real? ❞ ❝ Smell is tied to memory. ❞ ❝ You’re kidding, right? ❞ ❝ Only pregnant women and masochists crave ice cream in this weather. ❞ ❝ It’s on the house. Newcomers’ discount. ❞ ❝ We don’t need charity. ❞ ❝ It’s hospitality. ❞ ❝ How does he know who we are? ❞ ❝ Puns are a _____ Family tradition. ❞ ❝ You wouldn’t do that if Dad were still here. ❞ ❝ Are you okay? I mean, I know none of us are okay, but you seem really far away. ❞ ❝ Are you okay? ❞ ❝ Yeah, I’m fine. ❞ ❝ Frickin’ liar. ❞ ❝ Is that an invitation? ❞ ❝ Yes, boss. ❞ ❝ I love you. ❞ ❝ Love you, too. ❞ ❝ I’m twerp-hunting, have you seen him? ❞ ❝ Give him a break. ❞ ❝ Everything alright? ❞ ❝ I just need to talk. ❞ ❝ It really can’t wait. ❞ ❝ Tell me everything I need to know. ❞ ❝ I’m not talking to you when you’re holding a gun. ❞ ❝ You sure? You might wanna reconsider. ❞ ❝ It’s time consuming. And exhausting. ❞ ❝ I’ve been very consistent in my neglect. ❞ ❝ It wasn’t a happy place. ❞ ❝ Hey, sweetheart, let me check it out. ❞ ❝ There’s no one in here. ❞ ❝ I heard a voice, I swear! ❞ ❝ If you go near it again, I’ll beat your ass. ❞ ❝ I know what I heard. ❞ ❝ I’m not lying! ❞ ❝ Okay, next time, I got it, just ask me, okay? ❞ ❝ I really know how to clear a room. ❞ ❝ There’s more than one meaning to the middle finger. ❞ ❝ *puts up middle finger* Aloha! ❞ ❝ Look, if this is your spot, I’ll leave. ❞ ❝ I’ve been looking for you, like, everywhere! ❞ ❝ That came out wrong. ❞ ❝ When I saw you yesterday, I thought, “Man, now that girl’s weird!” ❞ ❝ Okay, first of all, it’s pronounced baloney. Second, this is fologna, I’m vegetarian. And third? I like my fologna just fine, thanks. ❞ ❝ Fologna doesn’t even like itself. It’s a self-loathing substitute lunchmeat for a self-loathing substitute lunchmeat. It tastes like boredom. ❞ ❝ And you, _____, are not boring. ❞ ❝ Me and my droogs are having a thing later. ❞ ❝ You have friends? ❞ ❝ More than one, in fact. ❞ ❝ It’d be pretty lame to name a squad after myself, wouldn’t it? ❞ ❝ Wait, are you messing with me? ❞ ❝ Well, that sounds bloody awful. ❞ ❝ So, how about I ping you the address, and when you’re ready for a dollop of Sriracha, we’ll be here? ❞ ❝ Dude, you’ve been through real shit. ❞ ❝ Trust me, grass ain’t greener. ❞ ❝ Oh, my gosh, ____, the most amazing thing just happened to me! ❞ ❝ Before you get mad, let me explain. ❞ ❝ Why are we even here? Away from everything and everything we know? ❞ ❝ We needed a fresh start, and we were never gonna get it back there. ❞ ❝ It’s gonna get better, I promise. ❞ ❝ Dad never did bullshit platitudes. ❞ ❝ You know a lot of stuff about me, but I don’t know anything about you. ❞ ❝ I could bring you some Doritos. ❞ ❝ Death is not as final as you think. ❞ ❝ Will anything interesting ever happen at one of these parties? ❞ ❝ So, you’re saying I might as well call it a night? ❞ ❝ I’m saying don’t get your hopes up. ❞ ❝ They’re serving cheap vodka and Cheez Whiz, I left hope at the door. ❞ ❝ I think I’m gonna peace out. ❞ ❝ You can’t forget that it’s all your fault that he’s dead. ❞ ❝ I thought you wanted to. ❞ ❝ So, this is the squad? One less and it’d be a couple. ❞ ❝ With you, that makes four, which is perfect for group cosplay, right? ❞ ❝ Just leave me alone! ❞ ❝ You know, not all final girls make it to the end by fighting the monster. Some of them hide. They stay quiet when their family needs them. They’re not waiting for their moment. They don’t even know if another moment is coming, they just close their eyes and wait for it to be over. ❞ ❝ Truth is, some final girls are cowards. ❞ ❝ This is a terrible miscalculation on my part, I mean, utter idiocy. ❞ ❝ Can you get in the car before we have to cut off your frostbitten toes? ❞ ❝ Mom, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. ❞ ❝ See you around, Kiddo. ❞ ❝ Are you alright? ❞ ❝ What the hell just happened? ❞ ❝ I told you I’d come see you. ❞
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flowerfan2 · 5 years ago
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Gray Skies - Ch. 6
This chapter’s a little longer - and satisfied my urge to write a New England in winter story for Steve and Danny.  Enjoy, and happy new year!
Living with depression doesn’t have to mean living without love.  An AU that branches off in Season 10.
McDanno, A03, 9k so far
Chapter 6
The ivy-clad grounds of Grace’s small New England college are as different from the tropical shores of Hawaii as anything could be.  Steve stands back and crosses his arms, content, as Danny and Grace walk ahead of him on the path through the quad, Danny waving his arms and beaming as he talks with his beloved daughter.
It’s exactly how Steve imagined.
Of course, in his vision they weren’t quite as bundled up, and he couldn’t see Danny’s breath, but Steve doesn’t mind the cold.  He even bought Danny a new coat, a short, black, slim-fitting down jacket, to replace that strange olive green thing Danny wore when he came to him in D.C.
Danny refused to wear the matching hat, though, and Steve wonders if he’s regretting it, the tips of Danny’s ears going pink in the chilly air.  Grace didn’t have any such qualms, and is sporting the pom-pom hat Steve brought her. “My friends are gonna love this,” she had exclaimed, pulling on the turquoise beanie adorned with yellow pineapples and the word “Aloha” along the bottom.  She twirled around to model it, and for a minute, she was eight years old again, showing off a new party dress.
Steve had made sure to capture the moment, quickly getting pictures of Danny and his grown-up daughter, arms around each other and broad smiles on their faces.
Now they’re on their way to lunch in Grace’s dining hall, after a morning spent at a welcome presentation and a talk about “making the most” out of the college experience.  After lunch, there are a handful of classes they can visit, and seminars about a variety of topics, including a panel on public service that has caught Steve’s interest.
The dining hall is packed with people, and Grace leads them through the tables until she gets to the one she is looking for.  A tall girl with long blond hair pops up and squeals at Grace, while two people that must be her parents look on indulgently.  Another girl yells from a few tables away and soon joins in the hug, several more family members tagging along behind her.
 After they all find seats, Grace introduces her roommates.  The tall blond girl is Hannah, from L.A.  Maritza, who has her mother, grandmother, and two younger brothers in attendance, is from Texas.  “Sam and Alaina are at the Athletics lunch,” Grace explains to Steve, as she passes around a pile of napkins, “but they’re going to try to catch up with us later. Alaina’s mom grew up on Kauai, she really wants to meet you.”
 With that the topic of conversation turns to Hawaii, and what Steve and Danny do for a living.  Steve tries to let Danny carry the conversation, but Danny keeps getting distracted by his daughter, who is proudly pointing out other people in the room that she wants them to meet.
 Before they’ve even finished their lunch (fairly mediocre soup and sandwiches, but that’s not really the point), Grace is up and dragging Danny over to meet one of her professors.  Steve picks at his turkey and cheese and watches them, Danny’s blond head and Grace’s dark one, leaning together as Grace whispers to her dad.
 “Grace is a lovely girl,” Maritza’s grandmother says.  “We met her when we visited in the fall.”
 Steve turns to the woman sitting on his left.   Her dark hair swings around her face in a tidy bob, and she looks way too young to be someone’s grandmother.   “Thanks.  I’m Steve, by the way.  Isabella, right?”
 She smiles.  “Yes, that’s me.”
 “You’re lucky that you got to visit already.  This is my first time.”
 She nods.  “Must have been hard for you both to come all the way from Hawaii for all those college tours.  Maritza managed to see about half of the ones she applied to.  For the rest, we figured we’d worry about it if she got in.”
 Steve takes a moment to wonder what Grace has told people about him and Danny.  He’s not even sure what she knows about their change in status, so to speak. Steve didn’t come along on any college tours, although he and Danny texted so often when Danny was doing them he almost feels like he was there.  Steve decides to change the subject before he puts his foot in his mouth.
 “Where in Texas do you live, Isabella? I have a former teammate who did his training at the Naval base in Fort Worth.”
 They stretch out the day as long as they can, wanting to spend as much time as they have with Grace, but by evening Danny and Steve are both lagging.
 Grace shakes her head at them as the waiter brings their check.  They’ve spent the past two hours in a cozy restaurant that is apparently the place all the kids go when parents are the ones footing the bill, and it lived up to its reputation.  Danny is still trying to figure out how to make the potato ravioli that came with his short ribs, and Steve was very satisfied with the scallop dish he ordered. He even split a dessert with Danny, a dark chocolate whiskey cake that was served warm with espresso ice cream, and snuck bites of Grace’s creamy cheesecake with a gingersnap crust.
 “You guys are done for tonight, you know,” Grace says as they stand up and start pulling on their coats.  “All that’s left is the freshman musical showcase, and no one expects their parents to come to that – at least not unless they’re performing in it.”
 “You could perform in it,” Danny says, unwilling to admit that there is anything his Grace can’t do.
 “I could, but I’m not – I’m going back to my room to finish my chem homework, and then I’m going to sleep.”
 “All right, all right,” Steve says, putting an arm around Grace’s shoulders and hugging her close.  “We get it.  We’ll let you get back to your life.”
 “See you tomorrow for breakfast?” Danny says.  “At that diner, right?”
 “Right.”  They exchange more hugs, and then Grace is skipping off down the street, turning to wave just before she turns the corner and disappears out of sight.
 Back at their B&B, they chat for a few minutes with a few people who are socializing in the living room on the first floor, Steve poking at the logs in the fireplace and generally scoping out the place while Danny questions another parent about his student’s experience with a seminar Grace is interested in, and then they climb the stairs to their third floor room.
 They had arrived late the night before, and hadn’t had much of a chance to appreciate the charmingly decorated room. More than the antique furnishings, however, Steve is excited to get back into the king-sized bed, with its ample down duvet and piles and piles of fluffy pillows.
 Soon enough, he tells himself.
 “You wanna have the first shower?” Steve approaches Danny, who hung his coat in the wardrobe and then stood staring into it for long enough that Steve wonders if he fell asleep on his feet.
 “What?  Oh, yeah, thanks.”  Danny smiles at him, tired but obviously still happy, and grabs his kit bag out of his duffel.  “I won’t be long.”
 Steve takes his turn in the bathroom after Danny, and when he gets out, clad only in his boxers, he dives under the covers as quickly as he can.
 “Oh my god, you’re insane,” Danny says, opening his arms and pulling him close.  “Come here, come here.  Your feet are like ice.  You’re ridiculous.”
 Steve grins and burrows into Danny, who is giving off heat like a stove, as always.  “I can’t help it.”
 “You just took a hot shower, didn’t you?  How can your toes still be this cold?  What’s wrong with you?”  But Danny’s actions show he doesn’t really mind, as he gathers Steve close to him and wraps the heavy comforter around them both.
 “I can put some socks on, if you want-”
 “Socks, maybe some pajamas?  You are completely lacking in sense.” Danny’s got their legs twined together, Steve’s wet head tucked up against his t-shirt clad chest.  He doesn’t actually seem that interested in Steve getting out of bed to put more clothes on.  
 Steve kisses his collarbone. “You’ll keep me warm.”
 “I’ll try.”  Danny shuffles them some more, getting comfortable, and Steve can feel himself relax into his hold.
 “Grace seems really happy,” Steve comments.  It’s true, it couldn’t be more obvious that Grace is thriving here, despite being so far away from home.
 “Yeah, she’s doing great.”  Steve can hear the pride and relief in Danny’s words. “Thanks for bringing me here, Steve. I mean it.”
 Steve presses another kiss to Danny’s chest, then lays his head back down.  “It’s my pleasure, Danno.  I had a good day today too.”
 “Yeah, we did, didn’t we?”  Danny opens his mouth to say something else, but his words are lost in a jaw cracking yawn.
 “Get some sleep,” Steve says. “We’ll see Grace again in the morning.”
 “Hmm, okay.”  
 Steve tugs the blanket a little higher around Danny’s shoulders, making sure he’s covered up, and lets himself drift off to the sound of Danny’s gentle snores.
 Unfortunately, despite the absolutely perfect feeling of being warmly wrapped in Danny’s arms, Steve can’t stay asleep.  He chalks it up to the time difference, and after an hour of trying not to move and wake Danny up, he reluctantly climbs out of bed.
 The floor is freezing, where it’s not covered with a rug, and Steve hastily pulls on his jeans and sweater, and takes his coat with him just in case.  He’s got it in his head that he’s going to go for a walk, but when he gets downstairs and pokes his head outside, he changes his mind.
 The porch is lit with twinkling white fairy lights, and the outdoor heaters are still on.  There are three small tables with chairs tucked in around them, and a porch swing adorned with festive cushions.  Jackpot, Steve thinks, and claims the swing, moving it gently back and forth.
 The clearing in front of the B&B is framed with pine trees.  Steve imagines they would look lovely dusted with snow, although he’s just as glad it’s not quite that cold yet.  He lets his thoughts wander, thinking over how well the trip has gone so far.
 It’s only been a week since Danny kissed him, but Steve considers it one of the best weeks he’s ever had. Danny had bounced back quickly from his slump a few days ago.  Although work got in the way of their lunch with Kono, they met her at dive bar on the north shore that night, and took up a corner booth all evening long, trading stories and enjoying each other’s company.  
 Steve had thought about inviting the rest of the team, but after a little while he was glad he hadn’t. There was something about being together, just the three of them, that seemed right.  They had experienced so much together that the more recent members of the team had only heard about.  Steve feels a little selfish, keeping Kono for themselves, but he figures it won’t do too much harm.  And when he sees Danny leaning into Kono’s shoulder, talking in low tones about how he’s been feeling, he figures Danny is probably glad they kept the group small as well.
 Steve is startled out of his reverie by a hand on his shoulder.
 “Hey, what are you doing out here?”
 It’s really a rhetorical question, and Danny doesn’t wait for an answer, shoving at Steve’s leg until he slides over on the swing and makes room for Danny to sit down.  Danny gives the swing an experimental few rocks, and then sighs, leaning his head back.  Steve wraps his arm around Danny and they swing together, Steve pushing at the floor with one foot to keep them moving.
 “You doing okay, babe?”
 Steve squints at Danny.  “Yeah, I’m fine.”  He is, he just can’t sleep.  Nothing new.
 “You really hit it off with Maritza’s grandmother.”
 Steve can’t tell if Danny is trying to make a joke or not.  “Yeah, she seems like a real nice lady.  Close to Maritza, too, and her younger brothers.  She watches them afterschool.  Apparently likes to play baseball with them.”
 Steve had been impressed by Isabella, and Maritza’s mom, too.  Single parenting didn’t seem to be too much for either of them to handle.  Maritza’s mom worked full time, but was still very involved in the lives of all three of her children, driving carpools, helping with the school play, and coaching little league on weekends.
 Isabella wasn’t the only grandparent at family weekend, either.  Danny’s mom and dad had even planned on going, until Steve had gotten tickets for him and Danny and they decided to let them have all of Grace’s attention.  The only reason Rachel isn’t present is because she caught the flu from Charlie.  Grace is surrounded on all sides by people who love her – moms and dads and grandparents who want to be there for all the important events in her life.
 Quite a contrast with Doris.
 Steve feels that ache in his chest again, and he looks up to find Danny studying him closely.  
 “You have a terrible poker face, you know,” Danny says.
 “No, buddy, that’s you.”
 Danny huffs.  “It was a lot of family stuff today.  Thanks for putting up with it.”
 Steve frowns.  “I love family stuff – especially your family stuff.  I didn’t have to put up with anything.  I mean, it’s not like I’m going to have any kids of my own.  Might as well live vicariously.”
 The words come out as lightly as he can manage, but Danny squeezes closer to him and lays his head on his shoulder.  “My kids love you, you know that.”
 Steve shrugs, ignoring the hot feeling behind his eyes.  
 “You’ve known Charlie for as long as I have,” Danny goes on.  “You’re as much his dad as I am.”
 This clearly isn’t true, and Steve says so.  “Besides, Charlie already has two dads, and a mom as well.”
 “There’s no limit on how many people can love a kid.  Charlie’s luckier than most, that’s all.”
 Steve scrubs at his face and takes a deep breath.  “Today was a little hard,” he finally admits, voice quiet.  “I think about it, sometimes.”
 “Having kids?”
 Steve nods.  “Yeah.  Not now, not really.  I’m too old. But… what might have been, if I had found someone sooner.”  He thinks of little kids who might have looked like Catherine, dark haired and bright eyed.
 “Not that I would have been a very good dad.”
 Danny shoves him and stands up, knocking the swing back.  “What the hell are you talking about?  You’d be a great dad.”
 Steve stands up too, one hand on the swing to stop it from knocking into the side of the building.  “Keep your voice down, it’s the middle of the night.”
 “I’ll be as loud as I need to,” Danny exclaims, although he does quiet down somewhat.  “Fuck, Steve, how you can think that about yourself?  You look out for Grace and Charlie as if they were your own, they know they can trust you, rely on you.  They love you.”
 “I didn’t exactly have the best role models, growing up.”
 “Well it didn’t matter, not for this.” Danny paces across the porch, silently fuming.
 It warms Steve, even though his sadness.  “I appreciate your show of support, Danny, but it’s water under the bridge.”
 Danny stomps a little more, and then sits down on the swing.  Steve joins him, bumping him with his shoulder.  Danny bumps him back, then goes still.
 “It doesn’t have to be,” Danny says quietly.
 “What do you mean?”
 “You said it’s water under the bridge – it doesn’t have to be.  If you really wanted kids – more kids than Grace and Charlie,” Danny gives Steve a meaningful look, daring him to argue about his status with the Williams children, “you could still have kids.”
 “That’s not how biology works, Danny,” Steve says, waggling his eyebrows at him.
 “I didn’t mean-”  Danny huffs.  “You’re such a child.  But be that as it may, you could still have kids, like with a surrogate.  Or adopt, like Mary did.  Even foster.  Think of the difference you made in Nahele’s life.”
 “No, honestly, Danny, that’s not what I want.”  At his age, with his health problems, Steve really can’t see himself having a baby, or even an older child.  It wouldn’t be fair.  “I just think about what it might have been like, that’s all.”  
 Danny considers this.  “Promise to tell me if you change your mind?”
 Steve quirks his eyebrow at him. “Why?”
 “I like kids,” Danny says. “Babies.  Toddlers. Hormonal teenagers, take your pick.”  Danny shrugs.  “I come from a family of four siblings, you’ll recall.”
 Steve feels his heart swell. “Are you saying you want to make a baby with me?”  He’s being silly, but it’s more to cover up his ridiculous feelings than anything else. Is Danny seriously proposing that they have kids, or foster, or something – anything – together?
 Danny fixes him with a determined stare, the fairy lights reflecting in his blue eyes.  “I’m saying that you should let me know if you change your mind.”
 Steve wraps his arm around Danny and pulls him close.  “I won’t, Danno.  But – thank you.”
 They cuddle on the swing for a few more minutes, then go back upstairs, strip down, and get into bed.  Steve really doesn’t want to have kids of his own, not any more.  But he realizes he misspoke before, when he said he didn’t have a good role model for being a dad.  Because one of the best dads he’s ever met is next to him right now, curled up heavy and warm against his chest.
 “Stop worrying, Steven,” Danny says, reaching up to run his hand over Steve’s head, and cup his cheek to bring his face to his for a kiss.  “We’ve got plans with our girl tomorrow.”
 <i>Our girl.</i> Steve can’t remember if Danny has called Grace that before.  Maybe he has, and Steve is just now noticing?
 On that note… “I think Grace’s roommates think that we’re a couple,” Steve whispers.  Isabella certainly did.  
 “We are a couple,” Danny says, squirming closer and kissing him again.
 “But that just happened.  Does Grace even know?”
 Danny pulls back and looks at Steve. “Babe, she knew it long before we did. Now, do you want to keep talking about Grace, or do you wanna-” Danny throws a leg over Steve’s thigh, and it’s clear which option Danny wants Steve to choose.
 Steve still has more questions. He’s not done thinking about Danny’s children, and what the change in his relationship with Danny might mean to his relationship with Danny’s kids (does it mean he’s more of a dad?  A step-dad?  Is being “Uncle Steve” enough, or better?).  But Steve is only human.  Danny is hard and hot against him, and Steve isn’t about to look this gift horse in the mouth (at least not until he’s done checking out some more demanding parts of Danny’s anatomy).
 “Fool around now, talk more tomorrow,” he decides, tugging Danny’s boxers down over his ass.  From the indecent noise Danny makes when Steve takes him in hand, Steve’s certain he made the right choice.
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minijenn · 6 years ago
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And now, cause im bored, here's every chapter of Keys briefly summed up in just a few words each (possible spoilers ahead??)
Prologue: The Thirteen Keys: MoM fucks with his students, what else is new
Chapter 1: Remaining Recusant: Riku rescues his boyfriend through the power of Gay
Chapter 2: To Guard the Light: Bunch of boring lore but Sokai makes it worth it
Chapter 3: To Seek the Darkness: Organization shenanigans; Vanitas divorces his shitty, abusive not-dad
Chapter 4: Hero to Zero: Uhhhhh fuckin' Hercules or somethin idk
Chapter 5: Go the Distance: Rage Mode angst is Fun
Chapter 6: Wandering in the Dark: Riku gets a haircut in the Realm of Darkness and Sora really needs to stop lying to everyone
Chapter 7: Promising Beginnings: Kairi and Lea are forced to wear a "get along" shirt
Chapter 8: Lazy Afternoon Streets: Sora has an Identity Crisis part 1
Chapter 9: At Dusk: YA STUPID ORG XIII FUCKHEADS BEST LEAVE MY SON ALONE OR ELSE ILL THROW HANDS
Chapter 10: Sinister Whispers: ^^^ BASICALLY THAT AGAIN ONLY I MEAN IT THIS TIME
Chapter 11: You've Got a Friend in Me: Being a living toy has gotta create some sorta existential crisis, right?
Chapter 12: To Infinity and Beyond: JEN IS GONNA THROW HANDS WITH YOUNG XEHANORT I SWEAR TO GOD I AM
Chapter 13: Chase the Shadows: Detectives Mickey and Riku play a round of "Where's Terra?" And fail miserably
Chapter 14: Paradise Found: Fun with Balloons and Grumpy Geriatrics
Chapter 15: Adventure is Out There: Sora may or may not fall to his death from ridiculously high up in the air i dont fuckin know
Chapter 16: Unspoken, Unheard: Kairi writes Sora a bunch of letters cause she loves him so much but wont say it cause she shy ahah
Chapter 17: How Far I'll Go: MOANA AND SORA ARE MY NEW BROTP
Chapter 18: Know Who You Are: Vanitas gets yeeted by the Ocean cause he a naughty boyo
Chapter 19: The Streets of San Fransokyo: Sora doesnt understand how Technology works what else is new?
Chapter 20: Immortals: everything's all fun and games until Sora's dumbass self-sacrifical complex kicks in (again)
Chapter 21: Depths of Despair: LOOKS LIKE I GOTTA THROW HANDS WITH MALEFICENT NOW TOO
Chapter 22: Rise and Fall and Rise Again: Sora and Kairi hang out and DAMMIT JUST KISS ALREADY YOU DORKS
Chapter 23: The Lost Empire: Lingering Will pops in to say hi and also uhhhh whatever the fuck happens in Atlantis goes down idk
Chapter 24: Where the Dream Takes You: Sora may or may not have PTSD, boi should probs go see a therapist
Chapter 25: Drowning in Darkness: Aqua throws hands then proceeds to get Norted
Chapter 26: I See the Light: Basically KH3's take on Corona but things actually make sense this time
Chapter 27: What Once Was Mine: In which that bit from KH3 where Marluxia knocks Sora out actually leads to some legit payoff smh
Chapter 28: Firsthand Experience: Kairi and Lea take a trip to Disney World and yeet Vanitas (again) right the fuck outta there
Chapter 29: The World Es Mi Familia: Being an (unliving) skeleton also is bound to raise an existential crisis, right?
Chapter 30: Recuérdame: I cry while writing this chapter, both for my baby Xion and because Coco is just that damn tearjerking
Chapter 31: Destined Reunion: ALL THE POLY DESTINY TRIO FEELS
Chapter 32: Something There: At this point even Riku be lookin at Sora and Kairi and shouting "KISS ALREADY YOU ADORABLE DORKS"
Chapter 33: Tale as Old as Time: Sora commits an Actual Murder (am i kidding? Who knooooows)
Chapter 34: The Realm of Darkness: DARK AQUA CAN STEP ON MAH FACE IMO
Chapter 35: Rise to the Light: Great, now Aqua has PTSD too, thanks for nothin, Mickey
Chapter 36: Return to Depart: Sora has another Identity Crisis, part 2
Chapter 37: Broken Chains: Vanitas challenges Sora and Ven to a fight in the Denny's parking lot and fucking loses what else is new
Chapter 38: So This is Love: YES THEY FINALLY KISSED THOSE DORKS
Chapter 39: Almost There: Frogs and also like... Voodoo and so many BBS callbacks so damn many
Chapter 40: Dig a Little Deeper: Sora is too damn stubborn to admit he needs help what else is new
Chapter 41: Follow the Light: Wayfinder Family Reunion saves my life
Chapter 42: Solving Mysteries, Rewriting History: Sora and Goofy meet Donalds family (who then proceed to take the piss outta Donald cause this is Ducktales fam why wouldnt they)
Chapter 43: The Other Promise: Sora has yet another Identity Crisis, part 3
Chapter 44: Vector to the Heavens: Sora and Roxas drink their "Respect and Protect Xion" juice
Chapter 45: Another Arabian Night: Sora, Roxas, and Xion fuck around in a B-list Disney Direct to Video Sequel
Chapter 46: Out of Thin Air: GONNA THROW HANDS WITH XEHANORT HIMSELF THIS TIME AROUND GET AWAY FROM MY SON YA OLD FUCKHEAD
Chapter 47: Alone on the Run: Sora has a Bad Time, Riku and Kairi also have a Bad Time, generally everyone has a Bad Time
Chapter 48: Trust No One: Ven and Roxas add onto the never ending Twin Pile that apparently exists in Gravity Falls
Chapter 49: Not What He Seems: I KNOW ITS NOT UF BUT LOOKS LIKE I GOTTA THROW HANDS WITH BILL CIPHER ANYWAY SOMEHOW
Chapter 50: A Heart Torn Between: Vanitas learns that Girls exist while Sora continues to have a Very Bad Time
Chapter 51: Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride: Riku's goin on a twink hunt, and dont think he dont know how to weeeeed em out
Chapter 52: Aloha 'Oe: Sora and Riku get into a bit of a lover's spat dont worry about it its nothin serious dont worry about it
Chapter 53: Treasured Memories: Namine is the Very First Person Ever to tell Vanitas he has emotional issues, its about damn time
Chapter 54: Let It Go: KAIRI'S FUCKIN PISSED SHE GONNA BRING HER DAMN DUMBASS WAYWARD BOYFRIEND HOME ALREADY DAMN also Sora hangs out with Elsa i guess
Chapter 55: Love Will Thaw: KAIRI KICKS EVERYONES ASSES INCLUDING SORA'S CAUSE LIKE I SAID SHES FUCKIN PISSED
Chapter 56: Back Into the Fold: Sora doesnt have an Identity Crisis anymore but he sure as hell has Anxiety now, part 4
Chapter 57: Farewell to the Wood: Absolute tone whiplash, brought to you by Winnie the Pooh and Sora's ongoing Existential Crisis too
Chapter 58: Link to All: Everyone just cries a lot for an entire chapter cause they all know they boutta fuckin dieeeee
Chapter 59: Face My Fears: I systematically rip every single one of our protagonists hearts out and stomp on each of them with no remorse whatsoever
Chapter 60: Fragments of Light: The B-Squad saves the day
Chapter 61: The Thirteenth Vessel: Sora hangs out with his New Fam, otherwise known as Organization XIII, family fun ensues and it totally isnt a massive angstfest i dont know what you mean
Chapter 62: Key to the Heart: Riku and Kairi throw hands with their boyfriend while also trying to save their boyfriend it makes sense if ya dont think about it
Chapter 63: The Final World: Sora is McFuckin dead and chilling in heaven with a cute baby plushie cat (hey its not a spoiler if KH3 did it first)
Chapter 64: At Daybreak: "But Jen, if you hate KHX so much then why do you keep making so many references to it???" BECAUSE THATS WHY NOW SHUT UP
Chapter 65: The Keyblade War: Keyblade Fight Club, either you Die or you DIE
Chapter 66: Clash of Light and Darkness: Bunch of teenagers throw hands with some bald old fuckhead, but in the end nobody wins except me
Chapter 67: Kingdom Hearts: You know you're in for something fucking nuts when the chapter title is named after the entire series
Chapter 68: The King and the Crown: Jen pulls off a plot twist so mind blowingly ridiculous that it would probably make Tetsuya Nomura blush
Chapter 69: Reconnect: Everyone has a happy ending except no not really i lied
Chapter 70: Don't Think Twice: Oops I Lied again :)
Epilogue: Dearly Beloved: Fuck KH3's ending this is my new canon now
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vampyaloha · 5 years ago
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The day Aloha became Small Chapter 7
It’s almost the end
Army was boiling curry in a pot, trying a new idea for dinner. Aloha has asked for curry rather than cream stew, much to Skull’s surprise, as he eyed the can of pineapples on the counter. “Are you going to add pineapples?” Skull asked as Army nodded, cutting the pineapple and adding it to the pot of curry. “I figure Aloha may like this. After all, he did when he was our age” Army replied, Skull understanding. Aloha really loved pineapples, especially whenever it was summer. It always surprised Army, ever since he heard the other didn’t like coconuts that much. The curry was about finished, as Army called out to everyone. “Dinner is ready!”
Everyone was sitting at the table, eating dinner, Aloha cheerfully eating and humming between bites.“Mmm~ This is yummy Army~!” Aloha smiles eating another spoonful of curry, “It’s so sweet~!” Army smiled a bit, thankful Aloha liked it. “Hm! I’m glad you enjoy it” Army proudly said, before Mask questioned him. “Didn’t yoooooou try maaaaking this a moooonth ago? But yoooou kept faaaailing on-OW” Mask hissed in pain after Army kicked him in the legs. “Whaaaat was thaaat fooor!” Mask grumbled as he rubbed his legs. He got no reply as he rolled his eyes as the four continued to eat, Aloha smiling happily.
Aloha was lying on the floor, back to drawing as the other three stayed nearby, sitting by the table. “So what are we going to do now?” Army asked as the other two thought about it. “A week almost passed by, yet he still-“
“We know Army.” Skull replied, watching Aloha drawing, “but now the question is why was this his wish.” Mask rolled his eyes as he slump his head on the table. “Sooooo much for being cuuuursed” Mask complained, getting odd looks from the other two. “Whaaaat.” Mask rolled his eyes, getting an annoyed sigh. “Mask not everything is anime!” Mask got up from his seat, even more annoyed. “Well excuuuuuuuuse me-“
“Skull? Why are Masky and Army fighting?” Aloha came up, confused as he held on to his latest drawing. “It’s nothing Aloha” Skull replied, patting the child’s head, getting a smile in return. “Oh~ Lookie what I drew~!” Aloha said, holding up his drawing. All three look at it, Mask scoffing. “I’ve seen bett-OW” Mask got up, glaring at Army who paid no attention to the cyan inkling, rather to the small child in front of him. “It’s a good drawing, Aloha.” Skull said just as Aloha tip toed to put the drawing in the table. “Rweally? Yay~!” Aloha cheered. Skull smiled as Aloha skipped back to the living room, going back to drawing. “Cooooood he’s a handfuuul” Mask sighed as the two gave him a look. “You’re the one who plays with him. You have no right to say that” Army replied, getting a small tsk from the cyan inkling. Just as the Skull was about to ask a question, Aloha came up to them with his own.
“Can we play~?” Aloha asked, surprising the three at the table. “Aloha it’s getting late and-“ Army couldn’t finished as Aloha puffed up his cheeks, his eyes tearing up. “B-But!” Aloha cried out, his lips trembling a bit. “Army. The park isn’t too far away” Skull said, getting up from his seat. “Yeaaaaah..maaaybe it’ll tire him oooout” Mask sighed, feeling tired already. Army sighed, agreeing as Aloha cheered, jumping up and down. “Hoooope the cops woooon’t questiooon us, seeing Alooooha with us” Mask grumbled as Aloha look at him confused. “What do you mean, Masky?” Aloha asked, tilting his head in confusion. “It’s straaange to see a kid plaaaay at night” Mask replied, getting a small oh from Aloha. “Alright then” Army sighed, rubbing his forehead, “lets just go then.” He said, causing Aloha to cheer.
The three of them stayed by Aloha as he ran around the playground, giggling happily. “Lookie! The stars! The stars- oof” Aloha tripped and fell, before getting back up on his feet. “You okay, Aloha?” Skull asked as Aloha nodded. “Mmhm~!” He replied, running towards the slide as the three sat down on a bench, watching him. “Hoooow long do yooooou think he’s gonna plaaaay” Mask asked, Army sighing. “Don’t know.” It went quiet just as Skull got up from the bench. “Wheeeere are yoooou going?” Mask asked as Skull begin to walk, leaving the two in silence. “Uuuugh!”
“Masky! Masky Masky Mask!” Aloha came running, grabbing Mask’s hand with his small hands, pulling him, “Swings! Let’s go on swings!” Aloha pulled Mask more, getting a confused look from the other. “HYUK?! Why?!” Mask asked. “I want to play with you! Pleeeeeease~?” Aloha asked, his eyes tearing up. “F-Fiiiiiine! I’ll gooo!” Mask said, defeated as the two went on the swings. Aloha started swinging as Mask slowly swing. The past few days as hectic, but at the same time it wasn’t as bad as he made it. Mask wouldn’t lie, but he wondered why Aloha wished he wanted to be a kid again. Not only that, but what would happen if he didn’t turn back to normal? A lot of questions went through his mind before a voice broke him out of it. “Masky? Is something wrong?” Aloha asked, looking up at him. “Noooo. Let’s gooo back Aloha, I think Skull is bringing something” Mask replied, quickly catching Aloha’s attention, as he got off and ran towards Skull. ‘Maybe he sees Skull as a big brother type’ Mask thought as he got off the swings and headed back to the bench.
“I bought some pudding” Skull said as Aloha cheered. “Yay~!” Aloha smiled, grabbing the small spoon that came with the pudding cup once Skull hand him it. Skull handed two others to Mask and Army before getting his, the three eating the pudding together. “Ah~! Pudding is good!” Aloha smiled as Skull agreed. “Soooo thaaats where you went to” Mask said, who still haven’t ate his. Not like he can anyways. “Ah! Does Mask not like pudding?” Aloha asked as Mask quickly shook his head. “It’s nooot liiike thaaat!”
“Sorry Mask. I forgot” Skull replied as Aloha looked between them confusedly. “Ooh! Mask not like the outside!” Aloha said before Mask shrugged. “Soomethiing like thaaat.” After the pudding cups were finished, Aloha continued to play before he started to feel tired. Skull went on over and picked Aloha up, feeling his small hands hold on to his shoulders as the four made their way back to Aloha’s house.
Skull lay Aloha down on the bed, tucking him in before Aloha rubbed his eyes sleepily. “I’m not sleepy..” Skull smiled a bit before patting the other’s head, “We’ll be here, Aloha.” Aloha slowly nodded before he cuddled into the pillows falling asleep. Skull soon left the room and back to the living room where he saw Mask asleep on the couch and Army on the chair. ‘Were they tired as well?’ Skull thought before heading towards the guest room. Taking off his shoes and Bandana, he crawled into bed before falling asleep, the stars twinkling in the night sky outside.
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