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hanmaitani · 9 months ago

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Succiduous pt.2

PRONOUNCED - Suc•cid•u•ous | \sək`sədooəs\ DEFINITION - Ready to fall, falling.

PAIRING - Miya Twins x Reader WC - 8.6K GENRE - Fluff, some Angst CW - a lot of fluff, unrequited love if you squint, some angsty scenes, some injuries, punches are thrown at one point, a breakup, general language warnings, the usual bullying that comes hand in hand with the miya twins SYNOPSIS - The thing about growing up with the Miya twins... You learn how to ignore things, even things fight in front of your face. Growing up with the Miya twins means you spend your whole life falling without realizing it... until you were ready.

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AGE 15

Your last trimester of middle school was the first time that a boy was brave enough to break through the barrier in front of you known as the Miya twins. He was a boy from the boys' soccer team at your school, the captain actually.

The girls' and boys' teams had a joint practice and he'd walked right up to you at the end with a charming smile on his face.

“My name is Tamura Eichi. You’re l/n y/n. Right?”

You had nodded dumbly then, not expecting him to know who you were. He was tall and attractive and knew who you were.

“I think you’re very pretty and I was hoping you might want to go on a date with me.”

You would’ve described your face at that moment akin to Atsumu’s face whenever a girl turned down his advances. Absolutely gobsmacked.

You had stood by as girl after girl had confessed to Osamu and Atsumu, but had never been confessed to yourself. You didn’t think that anyone would like you like that, at least no one brave enough to slip by the twins to get to you. You hadn’t realized that you’d been staring at him dumbfounded, not giving an answer, until his voice came again.

“So… is that a—”

“Oh my gosh, sorry.” You laughed awkwardly and then smiled up at him, nodding. “Yes I would really like that.”

He laughed at you. “You’re cute.” Your face flushed deeply and your eyes widened, completely speechless. “Can I take you out tomorrow night?” You nodded dumbly - not trusting your voice. “Great, bye y/n, see you tomorrow.”

You walked in a daze to meet Osamu and Atsumu that day. Dopey grin on your face as you met them outside the front gate of school. You barely even noticed as Atsumu called your name when you got closer to them.

“She looks weird.” He narrowed his eyes and scrutinized you, looking you up and down as you stood there. “’Samu wha’s wrong with‘er?” He asked, referring to the dopey look on your face, something he wasn't used to seeing.

“Shuttup Miya.” You snipped at him, trying to dispose of your smile as you adjusted your bags on your shoulders. You missed the flash of hurt in his eyes at the use of his last name.

“Why ya so smiley y/n/n?” Osamu asked, nudging your shoulder, you got caught off balance and nearly tumbled to the ground with a shriek. Atsumu barked out a laugh as Osamu barely caught you. “Easy there clumsy.”

Both he and Atsumu had grown over the past year and had finally pulled ahead of you on the height scale, their forms lingering above yours. You clung onto Osamu's arm as you rebalanced yourself.

“Miysam,” you singsonged, not even caring that you almost just ate it, “I got asked on a date.” You beamed up at him.

Both boys froze and looked down at you. “Ya what?” Osamu asked, staring down at you in shock.

“Who’d wanna go out wit ya?” Atsumu screwed up his face in annoyance and glared down at you before sending a ‘can you believe this’ look over to Osamu. “Wit ya ugly mug?”

“Shut yer face, loudmouth.” You growled at him, quickly pushing a hand out and shoving his arm.

Having not expected you to shove him, he quickly lost his balance and tumbled into the ground. Osamu let out a loud snort of a laugh and you drew your eyes back up to him, painting the smile back on your face.

“Tamura Eichi.” You breathed his name, swooning at the sound of it rolling off your tongue. “He’s captain of the boys’ soccer team.” Your smile grew. “He wants ta take me out t’morrow.”

“I don’t like ‘im.” Atsumu said from his position still on the floor. “Heard ‘bout him, ‘e’s full o’ himself.”

“And you’re not? Thing 2.” You scoffed down at him and shot a quick kick to his thigh, one not meant to hurt but to make a point.

“Shuttup meanie.” Atsumu scrambled up, glaring at you as he straightened.

“Quit yer whinin’.” Osamu smacked the back of Atsumu’s head and you giggled as the latter stumbled from the force. “Look at our little y/n/n, growin’ up. Did’ya say yes?” You nodded excitedly and he smiled fondly down at you. “That mean yer headin’ home tonight? Or ya still comin’ for movie night?”

Atsumu and Osamu both looked down at you expectantly for an answer.

“Of course m’comin’ t'watch movies. Like I’d abandon ya both. Ya both’d be lost without me.” You went up on your toes, slinging your arms over their necks and yanking them down. You laughed as they both stumbled, being pulled down by your weight before you realized why you’d been avoiding touching them too much.

Both of them were still covered in sweat and you let out a sound of disgust. You slid your arms away from them quickly, attempting to wipe them on the fabric of the soccer jacket you still adorned.

“Ewwwww,” you shuddered and shook your body dramatically, “you both are gross and are taking showers the second we get home.”

You didn’t have time to register the playful glint in Osamu’s eyes before he lunged at you. You quickly dodged him as your eyes widened. “But y/n/n, ya love us.”

“No.” You warned, stiffening your arm out in front of you, flat palm held in his direction. “Don’t you come near me ‘Samu.” You warned, starting to back away but the smirk he gave told you that you’d have to run.

“C’mon y/n/n.” He laughed and lunged again and you shrieked. Quickly turning, you bolted away from him. He chased. “Yer not gonna ‘scape.” He laughed as you quickly changed directions, barely missing his arm coming to trap you.

“No!” You laughed as you sprinted back towards Atsumu. “Yer all gross an’ sweaty. Get ‘way!” You skidded and threw yourself behind Atsumu. “’Tsumi!” You shrieked with a laugh. “Protect me!”

You were greeted by a vicious laugh as Atsumu moved from in front of you. “Nah.” He gripped your arm so you couldn’t move away again. “On ya own.”

You gasped as you felt Osamu’s arm wrap around your waist from behind. “Traiter!” You shrieked at Atsumu as you were hauled away from him and your back hit Osamu’s chest. You could feel his damp shirt against your neck and you made a noise of protest. “Lemme go.” You whined, struggling to throw his grip from your waist.

“Ah c’mon, y/n/n.” Osamu laughed and dragged you into his armpit.

You shrieked. Line = crossed. A muffled ‘ew’ dragged its way out of your mouth as he tried to rub your head into his sweat.

“S’not that bad.” Osamu laughed as you struggled and gagged.

“I hate ya!” You cried as Osamu loosened his grasp and you tried to pull away again. “M’gonna start sayin’ I like ‘Tsumi more.” You whined but both the twins laughed.

“Tha’s ‘kay.” Osamu laughed before hauling you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You shrieked as your face was suddenly met with his back. It was still soaking wet and you gagged. “This’s disgusting Osamu! Yer back’s all sweaty.”

“Smell’s good?” Atsumu’s face came into view with a smirk painted onto it. Both of them laughed at you as you gagged and pounded your fists.

“I lied. I hate ya both.” You groaned as they kept walking. “Ne’er gon’ talk ta either o’ ya again.” You protested but they just ignored you as they continued to their house.

Your promise was forgotten the second that you’d taken a shower at their house. They let you have the first shower and fought over who got the second.

You’d stolen a drawer from each of them in their dressers over the years and kept a handful of clothes and other essentials in them. It was something Atsumu never failed to complain about and something you’d never failed to smack him over the head for when he wouldn’t stop on his own accord.

You’d all spent the night on the couch binging a myriad of movies—what you did every Friday night; designated movie night. You’d ended up with your head in Osamu’s lap and your legs thrown across Atsumu’s just like you always did (except for when you would occasionally switch whose lap was where).

You’d fallen asleep on the couch in that position at some point and woken up in the morning in Osamu’s bed. Like usual.

You’d left earlier than usual that day, before Atsumu even woke up. It wasn’t hard to do, he had a bad habit of sleeping in way too late. But you’d left and been back to your own house before 10am.

Your sister’s first baby had grown out of his screaming in the middle of the night phase, but not his screaming throughout the day phase quite yet. Her baby girl had taken up the mantle of screaming through the night, however.

Walking into your house that morning, you’d been expecting to have to fight to keep your headache at bay. But it was as if some power out there had blessed you because when you walked in, it was eerily quiet.

“Hey! You’re home.” Your sister’s voice carried from behind you. You turned and she leaned against the entrance to the kitchen with a smile. “Just you and me today, they went to the park. Thought you might miss the quiet day. Was expectin’ you to be at the Miya’s house.” She set the rag she’d been holding down on the counter and turned her attention fully to you.

“I-“ you cleared your throat and felt your cheeks start to warm up, “I got a date tonight. Wanted to get ready.”

You watched her face light up and you swore she was about to start jumping up and down and clapping. “Did the Miya boy finally ask you out!” She shouted and your jaw dropped in shock and confusion. “You know, Osamu?”

You shook your head clearly. “No. No, no, no.” You groaned and ran your hand over your face. “I told you,” you whined, “we’re just friends.”

Apparently everyone was rooting for Osamu and you to date. You'd been asked by your sister and her husband about him on multiple occasions, even some of the Miya family had asked about the two of you. Neither of you saw that happening.

Sure you’d kissed a few times since you'd shared your first kiss, but purely for practicing purposes. When he’d wanted to kiss a different girl for the first time he’d come to you first and practiced. You’d made fun of him for how sloppy the kiss had been and he’d gone and kissed his girl the next day. Hell, they’d even lasted a full week before he said that he just didn’t think it was going to end up working.

You clarified for your dreamy-eyed sister. “Someone from the boys’ soccer team asked me out.”

“Oh.” Her face dropped for a split second before it perked back up. “Well,” she dragged the word before slowly approaching you, “will you let me help you get ready?”

You stared at her warily for a second before sighing and reluctantly nodding.

She really did clap her hands together, then, a small squeal of excitement leaving her lips as she dragged you off to her room. “You don’t have the right clothes.”

You let her play dress up with you for the day, she’d left your hair mostly natural but had made sure that your face would be left completely unobscured. “Can’t have you trying to hide behind your hair when you get flustered.” She’d joked with you.

When. Not if.

You’d rolled your eyes in irritation which got you a lecture about how you couldn’t do that on the date because not only would he find it rude, but it had a possibility of ruining your makeup. You’d complained up and down the wall when she’d slipped one of her old dresses on you.

Your complaints stopped when you saw yourself in the mirror.

The dress fell down to your knees and accentuated all the right places on your body. Flattering your body type perfectly. “It never fit me quite right.” Your sister had laughed and you’d surprised her with a hug.

The date itself had gone amazing. Eichi had shown up with flowers and had taken you to a local ice cream shop. You spent hours of the afternoon/evening talking and laughing. You’d never before spent that much uninterrupted time with anyone outside of the twins. It was refreshing. An entire change of pace.

Eichi had been funny and playful but never quite in the overwhelming way that Atsumu was. He listened well too, always adding in his input the way that Osamu sometimes forgot to do. When the sun had officially set, he’d walked you back to your house and had stopped at the gate to your yard.

“I had an amazing time with you.” He whispered, his hand still intertwined from your walk here. Your cheeks were heated and you were thankful for the dimly lit gateway you stood in, hiding all possible evidence of it.

“I would really like to do it again.” He spoke before you had the chance to respond to the first comment. You were so in awe that you just nodded dumbly, the same dopey smile from the day before painted on your face again.

“I would also,” he whispered, stepping slightly closer, “really like to kiss you.”

“Okay.” You whispered back quickly, not giving yourself time to second guess the decision. You barely caught the smile on his lips before he leaned in.

He was the only person you’d kissed besides Osamu and it was different. Less awkward and more like he knew what he was doing. His hand cupped the back of your neck to hold you in place. There was no crashing of noses as he tilted his head and pressed his lips softly to yours. It was pleasant and stole your breath and when he pulled back you accidentally let your lips follow his slightly.

He let out a light laugh at your action and disconnected your hands with a smaller kiss to the back of your hand. “I’ll see you on Monday?” He asked as he took a step back.

“Ye-“ you cleared your throat when your voice came out higher pitched than you’d meant it to, “yeah, on Monday.” He’d watched you enter the gate to your house and start to walk the path to your door before he turned and left.

You never made it to your front door.

You’d let out a happy squeal and quickly kicked your uncomfortable shoes off your feet, picked them up and turned to sprint down to the Miya house.

You let yourself in quickly with your own key and greeted their grandma kindly before pushing into the twins’ room without announcing yourself.

“Put a shirt on ‘Tsumi.” You said immediately and laughed as Atsumu screeched like a girl and tried to hide his body with his shirt because he was only in boxers.

“Wha’ happened ta knockin’!?” He shouted, quickly grabbing the pair of sweats right next to him and pulling them on. You paid him no mind as you flopped down onto Osamu’s bed and laid your head in his lap, smiling giddily up at him.

“Ya look nice.” Osamu took a look at your dress and you grinned as you smoothed down the skirt a little bit so he could have a better look at it. “Wha’s the occasion?”

You saw Atsumu’s face appear in your field of vision next to Osamu’s and you couldn’t stop your smiling. “My date.” You let out a giddy laugh.

Osamu hummed in recognition, a fond smile finding its way onto his lips. Atsumu, on the other hand, screwed his face up in distaste and opened his mouth to speak. You quickly cut him off.

“Eichi was so nice.” You swooned. “He brought flowers and kissed me goodnight and wants to do it again!” You let out a little squeal - you could and would hate yourself for the action later - and kicked your feet in the air a little bit.

“Hey! Watch it!” Atsumu chided, dodging one of your feet as he dropped out of your line of sight. “I still don’t like him.” He complained and you rolled your eyes.

“No one asked ya.” You said, propping yourself up on an elbow so you could glare at him properly. “Bet he doesn’t like ya either.” You chipped and were easily greeted with backup.

“No one likes ‘Tsumu.” Osamu snorted a laugh from behind you and your smile grew back on your face.

“Like I care.” Atsumu huffed and rolled his eyes again. “Whatever, jus’ don’t come crying ta me when he’s exactly what I told ya.”

“I won’t.” You fell back on Osamu’s lap, smiling as he played absentmindedly with a piece of your hair, continuing his conversation from before you dropped in.

You were content to only half listen to any conversation that night, still mentally swooning over the boy who wanted to take you out again.

You didn’t have to come crying to Atsumu about Eichi at all.

Eichi had asked you to be his girlfriend after just two more dates and you’d made it through the rest of the trimester. Then, you’d made it through the first trimester of high school. And then, for the first time in your life, you shared your summer with more than just the twins.

Growing up with the Miya twins meant that they monopolized most of your time, but now, with Eichi around, you made a point to split your time as much as possible.

Atsumu tried to be around a lot more when you were there now. Talking about how you ‘were never around’ and how you ‘owed him this’ and ‘owed him that’. He was exhausting, like always, but you missed it.

And when Osamu and you would team up to bully Atsumu together, it brought back the familiar fluttering of hearing Osamu’s laugh when Atsumu gave that stupid look of jaw-dropped, mock betrayal towards you both.

You took time with the twins wherever you could get it and it often ended with you all doing crazy things. Which is how, of course, you ended up here, basically straddling Atsumu as you swatted at his hands trying to come up and wipe his face.

“Stop that!” You swatted his hand yet again as it came up.

“It kinda burns.” He whined. “And it smells.” You rolled your eyes and smacked his hand… again. “Meanie.” He bit out, sticking his tongue out at you.

“Ya want bleach in yer eyes, loudmouth?” He rolled his eyes at you as a response and grumbled under his breath. “Didn’t think so. Now keep yer hands away from yer face.” You were standing above his sitting form, his head leaned back into the bathroom sink.

“Be more like Miysam.” It was a tease. You glancing over at the other twin who was sitting quietly, his eyes closed as he relaxed. The bleach in Osamu’s hair was washed out now and he was just waiting for the haphazardly applied grey hair dye to set in.

“He’s sleepin’!” Atsumu exclaimed and you giggled as, almost exactly on cue, Osamu let out a soft snore.

“Well, it is three in the mornin’.” You laughed and he glared up at you as you impatiently checked the color on his hair.

“See! Ya gotta be as impatient as I am!” His exclamation came softer this time at the recognition of how late it was. He reached up to scratch his head and you smacked his hand again. “I’m gon’ kill ya, I swear.” You rolled your eyes at him but smiled nonetheless. “Can’ we jus’ say screw it? Le’s wash it!”

You laughed and watched as he beamed up at you. “What if it isn’t the right color?” You warned and he groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Who cares. S’long as 'Samu and I’ve got the diff’rent colors tha’s wha’ matters." He paused for a breath before adding on to his sentiment. "And that ya had fun.”

You laughed and reached over him to turn on the faucet. “O’ course I had fun.” You leaned back again and looked down at his face with a smile. “Don’t blame me if ya hair looks like piss, ‘Tsumi.” He shrugged and you shook your head with another giggle.

Your fingers easily pushed into his hair, dragging it under the water and slowly working out all of the drying bleach. You snuck a few glances down at him and smiled as you noticed him staring at you, watching you work.

His cheeks were tinged pink from his continued position of not having his head tilted the right way and his lips fell into a relieved smile. You continued in silence as he watched you, working conditioner into his hair to ease the damage the bleach had been causing it.

You removed yourself from your place above him and he whined as he went to sit up. “Where ya goin’?”

You laughed as you pushed him back down. “Stay. I’m gonna wash out ‘Samu’s hair and then I’ll come wash out ya conditioner.”

Atsumu rolled his eyes dramatically as you came to stand next to Osamu who was leaning against his own sink, still softly snoring. That boy could sleep like the dead, it was surprising that he wasn’t the one that was always late.

“Stupid ‘Samu can wash out his own.” Atsumu grumbled as you began to run your fingers through his brother’s hair under the now running water.

“He’s sleeping?” You laughed and winced as you saw the grey starting to lightly stain your hands. “And so can you.” You pointed playfully with a lightly stained finger.

“But, ya give little massages with it.” He smiled and you glared lightly.

“Hush or ya can wash ya own hair.” A couple more soft grumbles came from Atsumu as you washed Osamu’s hair until the water ran clear. When you shut the water off, you came back to Atsumu’s chair and resumed your previous position.

“Alright ya big baby.” Atsumu smiled up at you but made no snide remarks as you began to massage the conditioner from his hair. You were right and both of your impatience had left him with a shade you hadn’t been going for.

You’d winced. At least it wasn’t splotchy.

“M’sorry.” You whispered as he finally stood up to look at it.

“Nah.” He’d laughed with you about it. “I like it. Ya did good.” He laughed and pulled you into a quick side hug.

“Help me get him ta bed?” You asked, trying to get Osamu out of the chair that he was sleeping in still. “Gosh, what s’he eat?”

You groaned and Atsumu laughed as he easily threw one of Osamu’s arms over his own shoulders and hauled him into an almost standing position. You definitely were not pulling your weight on getting Osamu back to his bed but Atsumu didn’t complain a bit about it.

“M'not really tired.” Atsumu whispered from his bed after you’d both settled down and turned off the lights.

“Same.” Was your whispered reply.

You stared at the bottom of his bunk, trying to find the words to ask if you could talk to him until you slept but he beat you to it. “Come up here and talk t'me?”

Instead of responding, you crawled out of Osamu’s bed and up to Atsumu’s quickly. You’d talked in hushed whispers and giggles until you’d both fallen asleep that night.

The next morning, you were late to your breakfast date with Eichi and it was the first time you had a serious fight.

He’d been mad about the grey hair dye that was staining your fingers as you were profusely apologizing for missing your date. You’d told him about dying the boys’ hair and it was the first time you fought about your relationship with the Miya twins.

The first time, but definitely not the last time.

Eichi and you lasted barely a month into the second trimester of your first year of high school. The Miya twins’ upcoming birthday happened to be the final straw for your relationship.

Growing up with the Miya twins, you learned one thing when it came to their birthday:

You had to make time to hang out with each of them individually, as well as together.

You could attempt to skip the individual part but you just knew the cries you would get, you’d give in instantly to the complaints. The Miya twins’ birthday was an all day event for the three of you. Had been for the past nine years and there was no way you’d break the streak on their sixteenth birthday.

Eichi had been pissed when you told him about the day you’d planned on missing school and about what your plans were.

You’d been hanging out with his teammates just outside his clubroom after practice on a Friday, drinking hot drinks to make up for the chilly air of the late September afternoon.

“No.” He’d said it with finality, like he had a say in the matter. Like he had the only say in the matter. “No, you’re not skipping school to hang out with them.”

You’d scoffed and widened your eyes to give him an incredulous look. “You’re joking.” His face stayed serious and you stood up straighter. "You're not joking." You rolled your eyes, unable to keep the temper crawling up your spine in check.

“Their part o’ my life. Ya knew that gettin’ into this.” He rolled his eyes at your words and you gripped your cup a little tighter trying to calm yourself down. “Eichi,” your tone was warning, daring him, “I’m not skippin’ out on their birthdays. It’s a decade long tradition now.”

“I don’t need my girlfriend spending an entire day alone with those two idiots.” He’d started to raise his voice and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to hold your words back.

“You’re especially not skippin’ school to do it!” He’d drawn the attention of some teammates who were trying desperately to look like they weren’t trying to eavesdrop. They weren't fooling anyone. “I don’t fucking get it.”

“Don’t call them idiots.” You pressed the words out through clenched teeth, your voice coming out lower than it normally would have. There was a razor edge to them, a serrated blade that itched to carve into his skin.

“You,” he pointed an accusatory finger towards you, “call them idiots all the time, what’s the big deal.” You growled and went to retaliate when he cut you off. “They’re nothin’ but a pair of idiots. They’re rowdy and fight all the time, ya come back to me with bruises sometimes.”

You rolled your eyes, yeah bruises you got from soccer and from your own habit of tripping over every crack in the sidewalk, not your boys. Never your boys. They’d never lay a finger on you.

He continued, “especially fucking Atsumu," he spit the name out like venom, "who’s so fucking full of himself and is just as fucking well to be the trash you should ignore on the side of the road.”

And that was it, the final push for your anger.

“Keep his goddamn name outta yer mouth!” You shoved at his chest even if he didn’t move. “I don’t give a damn no more.” You growled and thought that your grip on your cup might send the boiling liquid pouring over your hand at any second. “Atsumu ain’t trash and don’t ya ever fucking call him that again.”

He’d scoffed in your face and clenched his jaw at your defensiveness over the boy. “I’m your fucking boyfriend. You don’t put that piece of arrogant, loudmouth trash over your boyfriend.”

“Watch. Your. Fucking. Mouth.” You were seething. You easily dodging his hand as he aimed to grab your arm. “I don’ ever wanna hear his name come out ya mouth again. I don’ ever wanna hear ya call him any o’ that again.” You glared and him and shook your head. It was Friday and you had places to be. “I’m leaving.” You turned and got only a few steps before he spoke again.

“Y/n.” You stopped your steps but didn’t look back. “You leave now and we’re done. You choose them over me.” You let out a short laugh. Not worth a response. You kept walking.

You made your way quietly to the volleyball gym where you knew that Osamu and Atsumu would be waiting for you, like they did every Friday afternoon. Like they did every movie night. Every time you all had plans.

All your anger boiled over the closer you got and you ended up throwing the hot drink into a wall, the contents exploding out in a satisfying way. You took a deep breath, trying to shop the shaking in your hands and-

“Woah, what’d that cup do to you?” Suna’s voice was first to greet your ears with a quiet laugh as he stood next to Osamu. Osamu’s face, instead, filled with concern and he quickly abandoned his conversation with Suna to find his spot next to you.

Before either of you got a chance to speak again, Atsumu was sticking his face in front of yours. “Why ya look like ya just got hit by a truck, a/n/n?”

Your dissipating anger returned full force. “Why you-“ you growled and shoved your hand into his face, watching as he stumbled from the force of the unexpected hit. He barely had time to groan and register what had happened when you went to lunge at him. “Shut ya face ya loudmouth!”

Osamu caught you in the air by your waist just before you made contact with Atsumu again and you paid no mind to the fact that you were pointlessly swinging your arms and legs in Atsumu’s direction.

“Listen meanie! I didn’t come for ya to be a brat ta me!” Atsumu stood straight again, holding his nose where your palm had made contact. He went to speak again but Osamu cut him off.

“I’ll let ‘er go.” He threatened, you had already stopped swinging but the threat still held because Atsumu shut his already opened mouth.

“Wan’ talk ‘bout it, y/n/n?” he looked down at you questioningly. You shook your head. “So, le’s go home and watch some movies.” He immediately dropped the subject and released you from his grasp. He turned you towards the gates of the school. “Le’s go get ya another hot drink, too.”

Atsumu stayed quiet but glared at you, to which you responded with a glare of your own. Osamu had to keep himself between the two of you the whole way to their house.

They did get you another hot drink and Atsumu paid for it, which put you in a better mood with him for the rest of the night. You resumed your place sitting between the two of them and like always, fell asleep on the couch with your head in Atsumu’s lap and your feet strewn across Osamu’s as some movie played in the background.

You stayed at their house the entire weekend and neither questioned why you didn’t leave periodically to go be with Eichi. At least, they didn’t wonder out loud, to you. You’d caught them once trying to discuss it when you had left for the shower but they’d dropped the conversation when you’d walked back in.

It was on Monday that it all caught up to you.

You’d been unfortunate enough to not have either of the twins in your class for high school. But fortunate in the fact that Eichi also was not in your class.

You’d gathered your food for lunch and did what you always did, leave your class and head towards class 1 to find Osamu for lunch. Passed by class 2 on your way to grab Atsumu and continued to walk quietly.

Quietly until you and Atsumu passed Eichi in the hallway.

“Yeah, I broke up with her cause she wouldn’t put out.” You saw Atsumu’s steps falter as you passed.

“’Tsumi.” You whispered lowly, pulling on his sleeve to get him the last few steps towards Osamu’s classroom. “Ignore it.” He looked down at you questioningly, realization crossing his features as he realized why you’d been down all weekend.

“Should’ve known that she was just a whore for the Miya twins.” The words made the blood in your veins freeze and you couldn't stop it as you felt Atsumu’s blazer leave your grasp.

“Wanna say that ‘gain for me.” Atsumu asked, unbuttoning his blazer as he turned and took a step away from you and towards your now ex-boyfriend. “Don’ think I heard ya right.”

He dropped his blazer to the ground, hands already shoving the sleeves of his shirt up. You snapped yourself out of your frozen state and went to take a step forward to pull him back, only to be stopped by a familiar arm

Osamu and Suna were on either side of you now. Suna already had his camera out and Osamu’s face was set in a serious look made of stone.

“I said,” Eichi laughed as he took a step away from his friends and towards the clearing hallway, “little y/n/n is just a whore for you and your brother.”

You’re pretty sure you heard the crack of Atsumu’s fist hitting Eichi’s face before you even saw it. Eichi’s smirk was wiped off in a single hit but that didn’t stop Atsumu from going for more.

“’Tsumi!” You cried out, trying to lunge for them but Osamu kept you back. ��Miysam! Make him stop please.” You begged but Osamu shook his head.

“Pretty sure he deserves this.” You grimaced as Eichi landed a punch on Atsumu and hid your face into Osamu's chest. It wasn’t the first time that Atsumu had ended up in the principal’s office because of you, but it was the first time he’d done it with his only intention being to protect you.

AGE 16

Growing up with the Miya twins means that you grow a knack for competitiveness. A habit of pushing your limits to get better than your best.

You had a habit of pushing it too far.

Osamu and Atsumu always used each other to compete, catching up to the other, pulling ahead of the other was always enough. You had yourself, be better than the last time. So you had a habit of going too far. Of not knowing what your limit was and passing it.

Osamu lectured you constantly for it. For the bruises and sprains that he and Atsumu helped you care for on a regular basis. For the days that they’d find you passed out over study materials because your body had finally given out from overuse.

It was never really bad until high school, where it got infinitely worse than your middle school years. And when you’d left Eichi you suddenly had more time to throw yourself into improvement.

The last week of your first year of high school you went entirely too far. Even by all the standards you'd set before.

Your eyes were struggling to open properly at first, bright lights assaulting your vision before your coach came into view. Relief washed over his face as he saw you conscious. “Oh good, was worried about you there, l/n.”

You tried to sit up but were immediately stopped by a figure to your left.

It took a moment to register the figure of a nurse who lightly pressed her hands against your shoulders and guided you back down. “You shouldn’t try to get up just yet, you might throw up.” Her warning made you suddenly aware that the world was a little blurrier than you were used to - like you’d forgotten to put on glasses.

“Whappened?” Your words slurred and you scrunched your eyebrows in irritation at the poorly formed words.

“You just dropped.” Your coach supplied, ever-so-elegant with his words. “One second you were sprinting after the ball, like always, and the next you were tumbling to the ground. Nasty fall.”

“We’ve got you on some pain meds right now.” The nurse said softly as she helped prop up your bed slowly. “But it’ll hit you once they wear off.”

Pain meds. That accounted for the heavy feeling in your limbs and why your vision seemed to be a little hazy. As if sensing your next question, she spoke again.

“You have a fractured ankle. It’s a light fracture so you don’t need a cast unless you decide that you can’t stay off of it. That means crutches.” You winced at the thought but kept quiet as she kept talking. “You have some severe friction burns on your side as well from the fall.”

“I don’t even remember tripping.” You mumbled your hands rubbing over your face like the motion and feeling would bring more consciousness into your mind. “How hard did I hit my head when I went down to forget that?”

“You didn’t trip.” Your coach said then, worry still etched into his face as he laid his hand gently on your head. “You were unconscious before you went down.” You shook your head lightly trying to figure out if you’d heard him correctly.

“You did hit your head hard though, you have a light concussion. I’ll be talking to your school about excusing you from the rest of your final projects.” The nurse said again. “You shouldn’t be reading for the rest of this week, or looking at a screen.” She added when she caught you eyeing your phone on the table.

“It was exhaustion.” She clarified, giving you your unofficial diagnosis. “Your body gave out on you.”

“Oh.” You whispered lightly, now noticing the IV sticking out of your arm.

“When’s the last time you ate?” You were silent as the nurse questioned you. When was the last time? “The last time you had a full night of sleep?”

“I didn’t know who you wanted to call.” Your coach interjected as he saw your frustration building. “I know you’re close with the Miya twins and you said your sister was busy a lot but…” he trailed off and you sighed.

“Could I use my phone?” You asked quietly and then quickly added on as you saw the nurse go to deny your request. “Just to call someone and then I’ll put it away.” She hesitated but nodded before passing you your phone. You sighed as you dialed the familiar number.

He picked up quickly. “Hey.” You muttered and didn’t wait for him to finish his question that he had started. “I know I’m not there, I’m sorry. Could you come and pick me up?” You sighed at the response on the other side of the line.

“Listen I’m gonna tell ya and I need ya to not freak out. M’at the hospital.” You let him rattle worries to you before talking again.

“Just you, please, don’t bring your brother.” There was a pause before agreement. You rattled off your room number and then hit the end call button. You placed your phone off to the side table again, as promised.

The nurse was rattling off instructions to you of how to take care of yourself at home when he showed up. A familiar face popping around the corner as his tall frame followed. His hair was messy from running his fingers through it, a nervous habit.

“Hey.” He whispered as you ushered him in the room. His eyes skidded from the machines hooked up to you to the bandages across your arm and ankle before settling on your face where a bruise was forming.

“Wha’ happened?” He fell into the chair next to your bed as the nurse retold what was wrong with you before informing him of all the restrictions you have over the next few weeks. The nurse left after her speech and he looked back at you.

“M’sorry ‘Tsumi.” You whispered, looking away from him.

He sighed and brought your face to look back at him. You watched as his eyes took in the bruise on your face. They looked almost golden at the moment and you nearly scoffed, only a Miya could look good under the harsh light of hospital rooms.

“I guess I jus’ forgot.”

His fingers lightly grazed over the bruise, careful to not press too hard on the swollen skin, a softer touch than usually came from him.

“Ya forgot ta take care of yaself?” Atsumu’s voice was nearly a whine as he pulled you into a soft hug. “Stop doin’ that.”

His warmth surrounded you and you noted that he still sort of smelled like volleyball practice, the smell of sweat lingered as proof of how fast he’d dropped his responsibilities to come here for you.

“Why didn’t ya want ‘Samu ta come?” He asked as he slowly pulled back. He eased you into a sitting position, your legs dangling off the bed. The nurse had disconnected you from all the wires and the IV before leaving a wheelchair for you.

“Don’ know.” You mumbled, your shoulders sagging as he supported most of your weight, placing you into the wheelchair. You winced as the cold hospital air surrounded your bare arms and legs, a reminder that you were still wearing just your practice shorts and t-shirt. Atsumu waited for you to finish your thoughts as he draped your bags over his shoulders and began to push you out of the room.

“Miysam lectures me like a dad.” You grumbled and tried to stop the smile from appearing on your lips as he let out a loud laugh behind you. “S’not funny.” You protested, your cheeks heating up.

“Is too.” He laughed and his face popped into view as he leaned over to look down at you. “Nothin’ to be ‘mbarrassed ‘bout a/n/n.” He teased, smiling as your cheeks heated up even more.

“Stop teasin’ me.” You mumbled. “Shoulda called Suna.” You stuck your tongue out at him and he feigned hurt.

His jaw dropped open in mock betrayal, the same look that he gave when Osamu and you teamed up to tease him. The same look he had whenever Osamu’s laugh sent a warm feeling shooting through your chest and made your eyes light up - the same feeling that was happening right now, except it wasn’t caused by Osamu’s laugh because his laugh wasn’t present.

Just the dumb stricken face Atsumu was making.

“Suna woulda left ya t'rot.” Atsumu grumbled as you both reached the front door. He transferred you onto crutches, largely supporting your weight for you. Carrying one of your crutches for you, he hunched over to let you sling an arm around his neck so he could continue supporting you as you both left.

“Suna woulda left you t'rot.” You grimaced at the strain of the crutch. “He likes me more than ya.” Atsumu snorted but didn’t counter as you finished the short walk to the bus station in front of the hospital.

He might as well have carried you onto the bus with how much he was lifting you up the stairs. By the time you fell into the seat you were dizzy from the pain meds still buzzing in your system.

You barely registered the warmth of his body settling next to you in the seat. I felt the familiar light pull of his arm dragging you softly into his side when his voice met your ears again.

“Go ‘head.” He said softly and let a small laugh out when you went to ask what he meant. “I’ll wake ya when s’time to get off.” You nodded lightly and that permission was all you needed to fall into a light sleep with your head propped on his shoulder.

Here’s the thing, about growing up with the Miya twins. You learn a lot of things.

You learn that they bleed into every aspect of your life, that you’re never going to get rid of them. You learn that they feel more like home than your own house does. That their bickering brings smiles to your lips and that nothing makes you happier than making them frustrated and drawing laughs out of them by force.

You learn to read their expressions, when a slight change in the glint of their eyes gives away what they’re about to do next. Micro-expressions that you can only read because you watched them develop for years. You learn to observe and read the Miya twins like open books.

When you opened your eyes again you were standing outside the bus at the stop down the street from the Miya house. “Ya think ya could stand there for a second?” Atsumu was placing you gently on the ground, catering one side so that you didn’t press your weight onto your injured ankle.

You nodded drowsily and leaned onto the crutch he handed to you. He’d carried you off the bus but you were watching now as he struggled to secure both your and his bags onto his shoulders. He’d pulled off his hoodie now and knowing him, it was because it had pulled the wrong way against your bags one too many times and had irritated him.

You let a soft smile pull on your lips as you pictured him wrestling with the sweater and your bags. “What’ya smilin’ ‘bout there?”

You let out a soft giggle and shook your head. “Nothin’.”

“I think ya might still have some drugs in your system.” He teased and you felt your cheeks heat up again. The feeling of the warmth brought your attention to just how cold the rest of your body was and you let out a shiver. “Ya cold?”

You nodded but it didn’t matter, he was already working his hoodie onto your body, struggling with supporting you and not letting your crutches fall in the process.

“There ya go.” He smiled at you as your head popped through the top of the sweater. You felt your cheeks flare up more as you were engulfed in warmth. His jacket was huge on you and the sleeves consumed your arms, the bottom falling to the ends of your shorts.

“Thanks.” You mumbled and looked away, trying to calm your cheeks and failing because of the way he was looking at you.

Before you spoke again he interrupted you. “Alright, up we go.”

You made a noise of confusion as he quickly bent down and wrapped an arm around the back of your knees. His other arm wrapped around your waist and he easily lifted you up, carrying you bridal style. Your eyes widened and you gripped your crutches to your chest tightly as you let out a small squeak at the sudden movement.

“Just like a princess.” Atsumu teased as he started walking and the heat of your cheeks burned its way to the tips of your ears.

“‘Tsumiiiii.” You whined. “Stop teasin’ me.” You buried your face into his neck and found yourself entirely enveloped by him as you groaned in embarrassment.

“Stop gettin’ flustered so easily then.” He laughed and the heat spread down your neck. His fingers unintentionally tightened at your side and you hissed from the contact with the wound that lay there. His laughing immediately stopped, his tone coming out serious. “Fuck, m’sorry.”

“S’okay.” You mumbled sleepily into his neck, starting to relax as you felt him turn towards the path up to his house. “I know yer just dumb.” You smiled as you heard him let out a playful scoff.

“Meanie.” His voice was playful as he carefully pulled open the front door of his house and navigated towards his room. The room was empty when he walked in and he placed you carefully onto Osamu’s bed.

“Alright princess.” He laughed and detangled himself from you before dropping your bags less ceremoniously next to the bed. “Relax here, I’ll go get ya a hot drink and some food.”

You smiled at him, your cheeks flushing as he brushed a piece of your hair back with a soft smile. You tried to pull off his jacket but he quickly stopped you.

“Nah, keep it, looks better on y’a.” He joked and you watched him leave as you relaxed into Osamu’s bed.

Growing up with the Miya twins makes you learn how to ignore things. To tune them out.

Like the way that Osamu hums along to the conversation to show he’s listening even though it grinds on your nerves because you think he’s not. Or how Atsumu runs his loud mouth any chance he gets because he’s got opinions on everything and no he doesn’t care if you don’t wanna hear them. Teaches you to tune out their constant bickering to the point where you don’t even realize it’s been happening until the first punch is thrown.

It even teaches you how to ignore things that have been right in front of your face the whole time. Like the warm feeling that spread in your chest every time Atsumu gave you that stupid look of his while Osamu’s laugh rang in your ear. Or the way that the you felt more comfortable in this room than any other in your life.

There’s a word; succiduous. It means ready to fall or falling. That was a great way to describe it probably.

You curled into yourself on Osamu’s bed, Atsumu’s jacket was still enveloping you in all things him, pressing warmth through your veins and your chest. Surrounding you in what you knew to be Atsumu’s scent, distinctly different than Osamu’s and overwhelming to your senses even though you were on the latter’s bed.

Because growing up with the Miya twins meant you spent your whole life falling without realizing it.

You took a deep breath in, nuzzling your face into the jacket in your half awake, probably still slightly high, state and you felt an involuntary smile pull at your lips. It smelt good, even though the smell of sweat lingered and he’d probably been wearing it for more than just today since he’d washed it… it smelled like Atsumu and it made you smile.

The sound of the Osamu coming into the room dragged your attention back to the real world where you realized what you’d just been doing. Your eyes widened in shock as realization crashed over you.

You looked up at Osamu slowly with those same widened and shocked eyes. “Miysam.” You whispered, your voice shaking.

“‘Tsumu told me.” He muttered, sitting down next to you softly. “I’m not gonna lecture ya just yet don’t worry.”

“No, Miysam.” You whispered again and he looked down at you concerned. “I think I fucked up.”

You weren’t looking at him anymore, instead staring out the door where Atsumu would reappear at some point with what he had promised you.

You’d never realized it until you were ready to fall.

“I think I like ‘Tsumi.” You breathed out, the feeling of a weight lifting off of you at the admission.

“Yeah,” Osamu muttered with a smirk, “I know.” He shifted his smirk into a soft smile as he looked down at you, loopy and trying to process. “Took you long enough to notice.”

a/n this piece will forever be special in my heart <3

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years ago

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hellooo

could u do "sitting on their shoulder" with Leona,Ace,Ruggie and Rook please?

Sitting On Their Shoulders (2) | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Leona Kingscholar

He honestly didn’t want to be doing this

What predator lets prey mount him without demanding it of them+

He doesn’t do this willingly but since you’ve both found yourself in a ditch this is the only way you're going to get ahold of the rope

“Sorry Leona, I’ll be quick!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

But he's adaptable

He finds he doesn’t necessarily hate how close he’s getting

Or how much he can smell of you+

Or how much he can feel without pretending to be asleep

“Agh Leona will you stop bouncing me!”

“Shuttup adjusting my grip herbivore! There’s a lot to hold onto here.”

Ace Trappola

He’s always getting dragged into helping you fix up Ramshackle

And he loves when the ladder we needed for upstairs was left outside at home

“Just climb on me it’ll be easier. Ew don’t put your shoes on me, sit!”

He loves the warmth all over his face, behind his head, his crotch

And if he thinks hard enough he can imagine your squeezing thighs to be something else

“Hey, Ace! Let me down you’re not keeping steady.”

“Sheesh fine…so much for me having fun!”

Ruggie Bucci

Ruggie doesn’t seem all that tall next to others in Savannaclaw

But when it comes to spending below the budget he’s as tall as he needs to be

Especially when he has the perfect prefect to get what he wants

“Get the one behind the front one! Those are always better!”

It’s his intensity that has him squeezing your thighs tightly against his head

And his eagerness to instruct you which has him rubbing against you enough to make you make the cutest noises

“Hishishishi good job, (Y/n). You did your job perfectly.”

Rook Hunt

Rook doesn’t need height

His agility should make up for any air he’s missing

But he doesn’t want to spoil your determination when you're determined to get poor grim down from a tree

“Vraiment magnifique! Yes, let’s help monsieur fuzzball, post haste.”

He’s more than eager to witness you from such a beautiful angle

Included with the beautiful warmth and scents of your essence

Don’t mind the way he cradles your thighs he’s only securing you

“Atteindre plus loin ma muse! J'y suis presque~!”

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wizisbored · 20 days ago

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wip wednesday sentences for 1/1/25

nimona centaur au @eriquin @froggyphycosis

He sighs, shaking his head. Hesitates for a moment, and then - “We do have one thing in common, right?”

“Couple’a street rats,” Nimona acknowledges.

“Down to running away from a few of the same orphanages.”

“Mm. Lot easier to sneak out of those places, they’ve got that going for them at least.”

“Have you been sneaking out of the Institute, Nimona?”

from the back of a blood red mare @zyrafowe-sny @somefishycat @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @skarabrae-stone

She looks up at him, and her expression turns to a kind of soft confusion. Silently, she puts an arm around him and lets him steady her as they lower themselves down into the dust.

“Let me see,” Ballister says as he returns to tugging off his bandana. She tugs at her skirt, and he moves over to her right side. As soon as her skirt is out of the way Ballister presses the bandanna to the wound. She doesn’t flinch.

“Is there an exit wound?”

She briefly examines her leg. “Don’t see one. Welp, time to go digging!”

With that, she pulls the knife from her belt. Ballister’s eyes widen.

in case of emergency, break glass @kalira @aparticularbandit @stonemaskedtaliesin

Lydia sighs loudly, hauling the backpack from the back seat and slamming the door behind it. Lawrence grumbles as she slings it over her shoulders - “Hey, mind the cargo!”

“Shuttup,” she hisses back to him, and starts after Otho.

The walk from the car to the job, when they have to make one, is always horribly normal. It’s not like Otho drags her through the street by the wrist, or marches her along with a knife to her back. She’s just following him through the streets, walking past people who don’t give her a second glance. And why would they? They don’t know. She doesn’t cry and scream and fight, like a kidnapped child should.

wanna get divorced? @twyrewolf @spindoctor3875 @balthazarusrex @tamsinswriting @whimsicalmeerkat

He’s already waiting when she gets there; she had to take the time to get dressed, she’s not doing this in her old cat pyjamas. Beetlejuice already has a stick of chalk ready, tossing it from hand to hand as she tiptoes down the stairs.

“Bringing the camera?” he asks, eyeing the device in her hands.

“You think I’m not getting pictures of this?”

“Yeah, well, good luck finding anything that shows up on film.” He turns towards the wall.

“Do I get half your demonic estate?” Lydia asks as he sets to drawing them a door.

“Hate to break it to you, but half of zero is zero.”

“Well do I get demonic alimony, at least? You’ve gotta make more than me, on account of me not having a job. On account of me being a child. On account of you marrying a child.”

“Are you seriously coming at me for that now? Of all times?”

“It’s an incredibly relevant time.”

He rolls his eyes, tossing the chalk aside.

bugebroph @auburnlaughter @catboy-jupiter @asha10100101010

“I suppose you could say that,” Barbara half-admits. “There’s been a few things…”

“Just a few,” Adam agrees. “Scrapbooking, yarn spinning, kombucha- you remember the kombucha, Barb?”

Barbara makes a face. “Yes, gross. And then there were all the languages, we never really got further than ‘no habla Español’.”

“No hablo, you mean?”

Barbara looks towards Lydia. “Hm?”“If you’re trying to say I don’t speak, it’s no hablo.”

#nimona centaur au #nimona cowboy au #ghost jars au #bugebroph

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strangechildproductions · 26 days ago

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Dumb idea I have for a potential final sequal for the eight Parents AU

I have this scene stuck in my head, it basically explains the concept for the story i'd write AFTER Ruined Lullaby. But I haven't actually got the solution figured out yet.

DJ was worried, it was hard not to be. Roughly a week before the news had broken out. Son of Freddy had a mental break. They worried he was struggling with college, Sun, Moon and Foxy picking up on signs of his mental health deteriorating but Gregory always insisted he was fine.

Then he fell asleep in class and when he was woken up he attacked his teacher as well as several students before running off with a teacher’s car. There was a man hunt for him, headed by the CEO of Fazbear’s himself.

There wasn’t anything they could do but do their jobs at the plex and hope he turns up. So that’s what they did.

“ You alright man?” Monty asked DJ as he passed through the west arcade, now titled the spider’s den, for a party.

“ Yeah,” DJ sighed, looking around, “ Just worried you know? I mean… what could have caused Gregory to break like that?” Monty stared at him for a long time, “ What?” DJ asked when the pause went on for too long.

“ Whose Gregory?” DJ stared at him, if his design allowed it his jaw would have hit the floor.

“ Whose Gregory?” He repeated, “ you fucking serious?” He rarely had his anger go from 0-10 like this so Monty was naturally surprised and backpedaling.

“ Oh is he like a regular in here you told me about before, I’m sorry man, I know how you get about your regulars.

“ No, No he’s not one of- I mean I guess technically yes, but-”

“ Hey! My favorite non mammal based friends!” DJ turned to see Bonnie approaching, his ear twitching and his grin looking forced.

“ I’m Chica you said that.” Monty snorted, crossing his arms, to which Bonnie raised an eyebrow.

“ What?”

“ Birds aren’t Mammals.” He said, “ I’d know, my boyfriend teaches kids this sort of thing,”

“ Ah! What ever, she knows I don’t know that, “ Bonnie waved the gator off dismissively, “ What’s going on over here?” He asked, Monty gestured to DJ.

“ DJ’s losing his shit because one of his regulars I guess went crazy,” DJ’s fists clenched at his sides. He liked Monty, he really did, but he was about ready to cave the gator’s face in.

“ Oh yeah, I can see that, he gets so protective of them, you remember that one kid? Anyway, don't you have a part to get to?” Bonnie asked, Monty huffed.

“ Yeah, see you guys,” He turned and continued to the party room.

“ are you fucking kidding me right now, we’re just gonna-”

“ Nah, shuttup.” Bonnie interrupted in a low voice, “ Don't say another word about it. Meet me after closing in the men's bathroom in Bonnie bowl.” he ordered, DJ blinked then slowly nodded.

“ Okay…”

“ Okay!” Bonnie turned sharply, and headed to the elevator out to the atrium. Making DJ realize he’d run over here just to stop DJ from putting his foot in his mouth… but he didn’t understand how.

After close he headed over to Bonnie bowl and entered the men’s bathroom, decked out in Bonnie decorations. Surprised to see Foxy already there, checking his nails. His new hooked hand comfortably resting on his crossed arm. Bonnie was leaning against the sinks.

“ We got two more,” Bonnie told him, “ Gotta be spaced when coming in here or else it will look super suspicious that a bunch of animatronics went into one of the company blind spots at once…”

“ … This has to do with Gregory right?” Bonnie nodded.

“ Oh yeah-” A loud bang sounded from over head, then a pause, Bonnie’s ear twitch and then he snorted, “ I think he hit his head,” He told Foxy who scoffed, “ Cursing up a storm up there,” A vent cap swung open and Moon dropped down from it.

“ Someone needs to clean in there regularly,” Moon complained, peeling cobwebs off his fabric parts. Foxy pushed himself off the wall.

“ Turn around let, ye got some on yer back,” Moon obeyed and Foxy started peeling cobwebs off him. ( Or spider webs since DJ was sure he saw the pirate pull a wolf spider off the jester and toss it aside before he noticed)

“ Is Sun coming too?” DJ asked, and Moon shook his head.

“ Can’t, he had plans with Monty and if he canceled them to come here….”

“ right,” Bonnie sighed heavily, “ Well then, I’ll just open by saying:

You cannot talk about Gregory.” He told DJ who just blinked in confusion.

“ Why not? The kid has a serious problem and we’re just suppose to pretend he doesn’t exist?” He asked, Bonnie nodded.

“ Yes-”

“ What the fuck is wrong with you!” DJ raised his voice, “ We can’t just abandon him.”

“ No DJ,” Moon pressed, placing a hand on DJ’s arm in an attempt to calm him, “ We can’t talk about Gregory. As far as Staff is concerned we have no memory of him..”

“ … why?” He asked, turning back to the other two.

“ Monty wasn’t being an asshole, he actually has no idea who you’re talking about.” Bonnie told him, “ Gregory doesn’t exist in his memory banks.”

“ What? You’re saying someone deleted Monty’s memories of Gregory.” DJ scoffed, shaking his head. The serious look he got made his code turn to ice though, “ Seriously?!”

“ It’s not just Monty either,” Foxy told him, “ Freddy, Chica, Roxanne, if ye were to ask any of them about the lad they’d give ye dead eyes.”

“ But don’t, cuz that’ll get us all in trouble.” Bonnie added quickly, “ See they started with the band, So I managed to catch wind of it before they got to me, and I was able to sneak in and delete their schedule to prevent the rest of us from getting our memories wiped… didn’t actually read the list which admittedly was dumb, so I had no idea who hadn’t been hit yet or not.

When Foxy mentioned Gregory I told him the situation. He passed the info onto the jesters and lo and behold, I passed the spider's den just in time to stop you from throwing us all under the bus!” Bonnie pointed at him, almost accusatory.

“ I didn’t know!” DJ sputtered. “ Besides how does me remembering throw all of you under the bus?”

“ Because if you remember, they’ll realize they missed some of us, cue a combing of our memory banks, finding evidence of Gregory, and delete.” Bonnie explained.

“ Why are they doing this?” DJ asked, Moon frowned and crossed his arms.

“ Well… oddly convenient isn’t it?” Foxy said, “ Son of Freddy is no longer cute, he’s an adult, he has a mental episode that will make the public dislike him, when they catch him he’ll either go to jail or a mental institution…..” Foxy counted off his fingers, “ then just disappear,”

“ you’re saying they are taking advantage of his mental health to shut down the Son of Freddy campaign?” DJ asked, and Moon gave a heavy sigh.

“ Worst… we think they orchestrated it.” the jester explained, “ We’re not sure how but … they were weirdly prepared for him to snap. They had a statement ready to go, they had a contingency plan in affect. We think this is a two birds one stone thing.”

“ What’s the second bird?” DJ asked.

“ Well… you know how Gregory, Cassie and Cody have been speaking out about how sentient we are and how we deserve equal rights? Man, convince the public that the guy spearheading it lost his mind because he was raised by robots and….” DJ Started to feel angry again.

“ That’s… such bullshit!”

“ Aye,” Foxy agreed.

“ What do we do about it?” DJ asked, turning to Bonnie who shrugged.

“ I don’t know yet, I wish I could say I figured this out, but I only figured it out by over hearing some tech complain about how complicated digging through our memory banks is now that we all have that filtering program Jackson gave us. And Hey, now we know why he was let go again, because you know he wouldn’t agree to this shit.”

“ Why didn't he warn us?” DJ asked.

“ I dunno, maybe he did, I did see him talking to Freddy before he left but …. Look we’ll figure something out, but for now. Gregory? Never existed. If you hear anything about Gregory, find me, and tell me at your lowest Volume. Do not ping anythone, or use a network call, those are practically recorded. The only way they know this conversation happens is if someone screws up and they comb through our memory banks.

Which, again, they don’t want to do because it’s hard, so we have to really screw up for them to do that.”

“ Got it.” DJ agreed, Moon took his hand and squeezed it, no doubt worried and a little scared but there wasn’t anything they could do right now.

DJ played his part for the next few days, even apologising to Monty for his anger. Keeping his concern to himself, with no word of Gregory other than news reports he wasn’t allowed to seem too interested in.

One day it happened out of the corner of his eye. He saw a figure move through the arcade, and turned his head intime to see a shadow disappear into a tunnel in the wall. Meant for when he was in his bigger body.

He froze, staring into it. If he had a heart it’d be hammering in his chest. He wanted to check, but knew he shouldn’t. Knew that he likely had a program that would force him to report seeing Gregory. He moved slowly to the tunnel absently, a hand finding the lip of the ring. Then against every code in his program, he walked away.

Turning instead to an arcade cabinet. He beat the highscore easily then set the name to:

DJM- A game Gregory and him used to play whenever he was home during the day. They’d pick one cabinet and just go back and forth with hiscores. DJ hoped it was subtle enough that no one else would notice it.

DJ checked the cabinet every hour after that. Only to find no change. Maybe he’d been hallucinating? Maybe it was a glitch? He felt a little disappointed but shrugged it off as he charged for the night. The next morning however he did his rounds and stopped to do a double take at the very cabinet he’d made a half hearted attempt to contact Gregory.

GGY

DJM

DJ felt his coded heart leap and he hurried to the cabinet. Beating the game and leaving his own name to let Gregory know he saw the message, then hurried off to Bonnie bowl.

He paused next to the bunny while he greeted guests, making sure his volume was at his lowest setting.

“ I found Gregory. He’s in my tunnels.” He saw Bonnie’s ear twitch, but other than that. No indication that He’d been heard. He didn’t dare repeat it though, mingling with Bonnie’s guest before the bunny joking tossed him out for hogging the attention. He made sure to pass through a gift shop as he passed, quietly snagging some plunderbars, and a Freddy flavored FizzyFaz.

When he returned to his arcade he found a tunnel that was in a more secluded area, setting the plunderbars and soda down before knocking rhythmically on the wall. He should see if he can get Soundbyte to hang around the arcade, it would be easier. But this would have to do for now.

An hour later the snack was gone.

#eight parents au #fnaf security breach #fnaf security breach au #moon #djmm #sun #monty gator #glamrock bonnie #djmmxmoon #Fazbear Entertainment being crazy

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yourlittlettoy · 1 year ago

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Could I ask about your psychology regarding tickling?

Would you say you like tickling in retrospect in the sense that you hate it while it's happening, but you like it after it's all done?

Oh god. I mean, GREAT QUESTION MY FRIEND, one I still ask myself every day as well tbh 🥴🙃

Honestly I think you got it right on the ball. Here… let me explain (oh god here I go exposing my darker embarrassing preferences yet again 🤡)

I think for me, the reason I’m into t-wording is BECAUSE I find it so unbearable, horrible, impossible to take, etc. It really is like amongst one of the most relentless and panic inducing forms of torture one could dish out for long periods of time…. I love to hate it I guess LOL but shuttup you did NOT HEAR THIS FROM ME

I’m such a CNC kinda gal, and find the idea of having a genuinely horrifying time especially if it’s forced upon me heheh to be uh…. Ya know… kinda … 🔥🥵💦‼️ and what could be more horrifying than something as unbearable as t-words ashddkla why is honesty so difficult lmao I’m suffering rn

So yeah as it’s happening, often it’s pretty darn hard to take and there’s some genuine suffering but I kinda need to feel that way during in order to retroactively be like: yayyy wowwiieeeee (˘▽˘ʃƪ)・ﾟ✧♡ (LOLLLL UGHHH WHATEVER 🙈)

However I will say, despite that particular ✨flavour✨ of play being my main interest, I can’t lie and tell you that it’s impossible for me to … enjoy it I guess (!!!EW) in different ways too?? Like, although it’s the hardest feeling to feel ever, I am also at the same time inexplicably and utterly drawn to it literally since my earliest memories so LOL HOW CONFUSING RIGHT DONT WORRY I’M JUST AS CONFUSED AS YOU. I’m a walking contradiction. Hate something that I also literally can’t live without so !!! *insert butterfly meme* is this …. A curse?? LMAOOO so anyway I guess I’m just trying to say that, despite hating it being my most natural reaction, it’s not like… impossible to frame in it a different light (intimate, cute, playful, pleasurable/erotic, etc) either. That just takes a lil more headspace lead up or atmosphere ya know~

ANYWAY I THINK I’VE EXPOSED MYSELF ENOUGH HERE TODAY ASHDJDJDJDJ I HOPE THIS ANSWER HELPED ☺️😜❤️

#ask #answered!#cece speaks #text post #about me #hopinglylost3214

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openshanklygates · 10 months ago

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Never Ashamed

Whumpril 2024 April 3, 2024 SHAME Alex Shelley/Chris Sabin Main Verse

Two hundred and eighteen days.

Alex Shelley had been the Impact World Champion for two hundred and eighteen days. For most people that would be a title reign to be proud of. He had faced off against and beaten some of the best in the world. Hiroshi Tanahashi, Josh Alexander, even Jonathan Gresham had stepped up to the plate and all had been sent back to the back of the line. He had led the Impact roster all the way into the new era of TNA. They were all honorable moments.

So losing to a cheat and a bully like Moose brought him so much shame.

The sun was rising against the Las Vegas skyline, but Alex had yet to go to sleep. His mind raced with the events of the night before. What if he had been just a little more aggressive? What if he had put just a little more of himself into the match? Would the championship still be sitting next to the hotel room television, reflecting the hotel room bed where he and Chris Sabin currently laid, his partner pressed into his side snoring peacefully.

Chris.

In his loss, Alex had almost forgotten to congratulate Chris on his historic win. It was officially the longest reign that Chris had ever had, his tenth as X-Division Champion. El Hijo del Vikingo was no joke for such a young talent and Kushida, well, Alex felt like it would be cheating to say anything more about this best friend. Alex was certain that Chris would have preferred meeting up with some of the other roster members for drinks and a laugh. instead, Chris had stayed behind to hold Alex until he fell asleep.

"You could do so much better than me," Alex murmured to his sleeping companion, pressing a kiss to the top of Chris's head. He attempted to get up, but Chris snuggled in closer and tossed a leg over both of Alex's to trap him there.

"Shuttup," Chris tiredly murmured, burying his head in the crook of Alex's neck, "'stoo early for this."

Alex gave a small laugh, "Go back to sleep. I'm just gonna-"

"You are gonna do nothing but sleep," Chris protested, raising his head to scowl at Alex. It would have been much more intimidating if he didn't have to squint at Alex to properly see him. "I don't wanna get up. I don't wanna have you get up. I think I earned it. Ch-"

Chris cut himself off, closing his eyes before Alex spoke up, "No! No, you're right! Champ's privilege. You earned it. You did so good."

"Yeah, but you-"

"Let you down, that much I know," Alex admitted, "I should-"

"Shut up and kiss me," Chris nuzzled the back of Alex's neck, "we are gonna lay in this bed til you go to sleep."

"I don't need sl-"

"I said we are gonna lay here til you get some sleep," Chris groaned a little more forcefully. He tightened his grip on Alex, who sank further into the mattress. He may have felt shame, but at least he knew Chris was here to love him through it.

#kays whumpril 2024 #whumpril 2024 #impact imagine #tna imagine #character: alex shelley #character: chris sabin #motor city machine guns

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watchingspnagain · 10 months ago

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Rewatching Free to Be You and Me

Welcome to “Bert is to Ernie as Dean is to…: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s5e3: Free to Be You and Me

Sam and Dean have gone their separate ways for now, and this episode splits time between the two as they each have their own adventures. Sammy is incognito and working as a bartender, doing his best to stave off the annoying advances of a coworker, who eventually finds out that people who try to get close to him get held at knifepoint by hurt-butt hunters mad at Sam for starting the apocalypse then quitting the biz (or worse - EXPELLED). Meanwhile Dean and Cas go looking for Raphael to pump him for info on where God ran off to, the whole time giving each other Looks and throwing all sorts of poorly-disguised gay references at each other. Just make out, already, yeesh. Turns out Raphael is 100% that d-bag and God’s nowhere to be found. Dean and Cas then have a heart-to-heart in Baby, during which Dean claims he’s happier without Sam around. Cas smells manure. More tortured loving glances. THEN, cut to Sammy dreaming about Jess, who turns out to be Lucifer trying to gaslight his best vessel. Lots of fraught going on here, folks.

Mace:

Oh Sammy, quit sulking about that tart

Lor:

LOLOLOLOL

Mace:

I have jealousy issues

oh LOOKIT HIM

Lor:

well I mean you ARE way better than Jess

RIGHT?

Mace:

I appreciate the support

Lor:

shuttup not!Jess

Mace:

YES

SHUT. IT.

AND QUIT CALLING HIM BABY

IT’S DUMB

oh Sammy.

pets him

Lor:

seriously, Jess. Baby is the car. WATCH THE SHOW

Mace:

oof hot and naked and crying I CANNOT

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

lol

oh I forgot this song is in the show. Jensen sings this a lot at cons

Mace:

interesting

this montage is so good

Lor:

omg lemons versus vamp blood

Mace:

and so is that shirt on Sam

Lor:

YES

aw Dean taking care of his things

Mace:

HAHAHA boundaries Cas

Lor:

"Don't do that!" LOLOLOLOL

Mace:

“hello Dean”

“my apologies"

Lor:

"personal space" oh hush, you know you like him in your personal space

Mace:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

"can I have my damn necklace back, please"

Mace:

oh lookit him getting right back in that personal space

Lor:

TMN angel haaaaahahahaha

Mace:

AND THE LOOKS THEY’RE GIVING EACH OTHER

Lor:

YAS

Mace:

come on, people, HOW DO YOU NOT SEE THIS

Lor:

HE JUST COMPARED THEM TO THELMA AND LOUISE YOU'D HAVE TO BE BLIND

Mace:

they are both so pretty

RIGHT??!

Lor:

Right? and they look so good together

Mace:

and Dean keeps licking his lips

THEY DO

Lor:

WHAT WAS THE LOOK DEAN JUST GAVE HIM OMG

Mace:

“I DIDN’T POOP FOR A WEEK”

Lor:

lololololol

Mace:

Dean just wants roadtrip time with Cas

Lor:

YES

Mace:

stop flirting with my stringbean, bitch

Lor:

RIGHT? even if you do have a cute smile

yes, barman grandpa, it does seem like the end of the world

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

HE'S FIXING HIS TIE LIKE HE'S HIS WIFE

Mace:

YESYESYESYES

Lor:

"that's how you become president" lololol ow

Mace:

YES

THE BADGE MEME

Lor:

omg fixing the ID

YAAAAAS

Mace:

I LOVE YOU CAS YOU BUT WALNUT

Lor:

YES

Mace:

*big (But I’m okay letting but(t) stand)

Lor:

LOLOL

"pump and go" do they do this shit on purpose? they must

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

the DEMONS…DEMONS…DEMONS OMG

Lor:

"we all have our demons" lololol Dean

no, Kolchak

Mace:

“thank you” and the look

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

YES

Mace:

“jumps my bones” COME ON

Lor:

YEP

Mace:

omg Bobby’s snark

Lor:

I LOVE WHEN BOBBY DADS THEM

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"arid" I LOVE HIM

Mace:

YES

he brought Dean…oil…special oil...

omg Dean is using the last night on earth line HOW IS THIS NOT ON PURPOSE

Lor:

he is this close to giving him the "last night on earth" line

HAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

BERT AND ERNIE ARE GAY

Mace:

oh he’s had occasion, but he’s been waiting for Dean

Lor:

YAAAAAAS

Mace:

I MEAN COME THE FUCK ON

Lor:

HOW is that RELEVANT, DEAN? UNLESS

Mace:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

What the HELL would be wrong with "Keith Samuel"?

Mace:

right?

bitch, butt OUT

Lor:

i mean I wouldn't PICK it, but it's not BAD?

Mace:

agreed, esp with the package it’s labeling

Lor:

God that SHIRT

YES

Mace:

YES

READ THE ROOM, HAG

NO MEANS NO, BITCH

Lor:

RIGHT?

look, Dean, when you told him he wasn't gonna die a virgin, he was hoping for someone else

Mace:

RIGHT?!

he’s all mussed I CANNOT

Lor:

"this whole industry runs on absent fathers" you would know, Dean

RIGHT?

Mace:

RIGHT?!?@?@?!?!?!

“years…” oh honey

Lor:

oooof

you DO mean to pry stop it

Mace:

all you’ve been doing is prying you stupid horse

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

LOL

nnnnnngggggg his deep ass voice speaking whatever that is. Enochian I guess?

Mace:

part fake Latin part nonsense

but yeah the voice is quality

Lor:

I have an advantage here in that none of it meant anything to me

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

"I thought you were supposed to be impressive" DEAN

"by the way, hi, I'm Dean" OMG

Mace:

NICE

DED

Lor:

all casual taking a beer and then turning around and GLUGGING it because he's actually terrified

Mace:

YES

Lor:

THEY HAD A PLAN I LOVE THEM

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"don't look at me, it was his idea" and then the look to Cas like "sorry, hon"

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

look, dude, demons ain't new

Mace:

it’s not his fault you’re incompetent at your job, idiot

HAHAHA

Lor:

lol

RIGHT?

Mace:

Meh, knife her, we don’t care

Lor:

okay, she's a pain, but hunters taking civilians hostage at knifepoint? come on, dillweeds

HA!

Mace:

Yeah

Lor:

look Raphael, if you think the 20th century was worse than all the rest of history, you have not been paying attention

Mace:

Daddy ran away- so angels are all prostitutes?

Lor:

"he didn't happen to work at the post office did he?”

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

LOLOLOL

LORD he looks good

Mace:

YES HE DOES

Lor:

omg lookit Cas and Dean all rain spattered

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"but today you're my little bitch" DED

"what he said" HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Mace:

WHAT HE SAID AHAHAHAHA

Lor:

mmmmmrrrg little peek at his back

Mace:

YES

but wtf is wrong with these a-holes?

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

why can’t everybody just leave my Sam alone?!

Lor:

seriously

he does look kinda hot with blood all over his face though

Mace:

he really does

and all pissed

Lor:

YES

Mace:

oh so EVERYONE is a prostitute in this episode, then

Lor:

"who cares what some ninja turtle says, Cas. what do YOU believe?"

LOLOLOLOLOLOL

Mace:

YES

Lor:

oh Dean

Mace:

knocks him upside

Lor:

"and you're not that much fun"

you're not ALONE you DOPE you're with Cas

Mace:

right?

Lor:

oh ope. careful what you wish for, Chucklehead

Mace:

Lor:

SAM WINCHESTER YOU ARE NOT THIS DUMB

Mace:

right?!

oh hey, Luci

oh god that tatt peeking out of his shirt

Lor:

RIGHT?

I LOVE THIS WHOLE STUPID SET UP SO MUCH

Mace:

YES

Lor:

they are PLAYING this as homoerotic and it still doesn't hold a candle to Cas and Dean just, like, standing next to each other

Mace:

NOPE

ooof. shit’s gettin’ real.

Lor:

YAAAAAS

#watchingspnagain #watchingspnagain 5x03 #spn #supernatural #spn meta #spn spoilers #spn 5x03 #watchingspnagain angels #watchingspnagain dean jokes #watchingspnagain nnggg #watchingspnagain sam's blood drinking

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smutracha · 10 months ago

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I saw you in a dream… Part one: A blank Canvas

Japanese House - I saw you in a dream

Why was it like this. You aways felt so close to him, since the day you turned 16. You started hearing him, seeing his world, feeing his warmth. You felt his happiness, you felt his sadness, his frustration, you felt him. But you never met him.

Your entire life you hated your soul bond. Those dreams. You felt him but it was just a hollow reminder that you were nowhere near him. Still, you waited. Until you couldn’t wait anymore. You needed to go be happy, to live for yourself and not a dream.

You hadn’t seen Min in ages, it felt. You left the country just after your 16th birthday, he flied to see you when he could but then the traineeship got serious and you guys had to settle for texts and calls. But now you were back. “Bestie! No way I actually missed you this much.” “You bitch, it’s been years. You definitely missed me this much.” “Yeah sure, keep believing. C’mon let’s get you home.” “Roll your eyes again, maybe they’ll get stuck.”

The car ride to the dorm was filled with laughter and smiles and a few sniffles followed by scolds of “I’m driving yn, don’t make me cry.” Finally he pulled up at a large plain looking building and pulled his hood up so it cast a shadow over his eyes, and with a mask pulled up over his mouth and nose he ushered you out of the car as he grabbed both of your heavy hard case luggage bags from the trunk. Knowing what you were to face next, a buzz of nerves and anxiety settled into your stomach.

“So, we’re sure me staying here for the month is not a problem? Cause I have savings set aside, you know?” “Lee knows, Lee doesn’t care. Its so not a problem, look we’re on a break right now so it’s totally chilled. I mean you should really just be worrying about Yongbok cuddling you to death and Jeongin using your conditioner.” “His is probably way better so he should be worrying.” You pout with your arms folded as you both finally stop in front of a door you assume must be the entrance to his dorm. “See, you shouldn’t be worried… but Felix might actually cuddle you to death.”

“Wait, I missed you.” You wrap him in you arms before he can even turn the door handle but someone on the other side must have heard you two in the hallway because it opens anyway.

“Oh my god! The hyungs have to see this! You’re showing affection!” “Fuck’s sake Jeongin. Way to ruin a moment.” “OOOOOOOhhhhhhh, a moment you say.” “Oh shuttup dude. Move or grab a bag I got a jet-lagged girl over here.”

Moving away from you, Minho grumbles an apology of sorts about the younger boy before you can even see him. But there he his, the younger boy you’d seen on facetime and everywhere else really. He was always curious about his hyung’s best friend, so you’d spoken to him on your movie night face times a couple times over the years.

“Yn, hi. Come in before he starts wondering what I’ve done with ya.” He says with a light shy blush coating his cheeks. “Ok, but first we gotta do this… hug?” The word is barely out in the air before you’re wrapped in his arms, the two of you both giggling like you always did when you spoke through Minho’s phone. “Finally, somebody my age in our house. Finally, you in our house.”

He pulls you into the dorms, past the kitchen and through the passage to Minho’s room. He stops your luggage in the room next to your best friend. “Why did you two take so long? Oh god, surely he’s not your dream boy is he?” he chuckles softly. And while you do turn slightly sour at the reminder, you chuckle too. “I hope not. Doesn’t paint does he?” “Heh, haven’t got the talent for it. That reminds me, Hyunjin said something about telling you to say goodbye to Han because of something with his paint and viciously murdering him with a paintbrush.”

“My viciously murdered husband must wait because my yn is here and Chan should be here too soon. And we got food to get to.” “Min, can we get takeout, m too tired to dress up.” “Nope.” “But why not-“ “Minho! Jeongin! I got the groceries, I need a hand though.” “Ah, that’s Chan. And no, because I’m cooking for you.” “Wait-“ “It’s been years and I haven’t been able to cook for you in all that time and well, I gotta show ya how much I love you somehow.” “I missed your cooking.” “I know, we can cry later ok. You still have to tell me why you finally came back, remember?”

There was that sour feeling again.

“I know you’re going to SNU for your PhD but like come on, you were so set on waiting for dream boy.” “Yeah but I figured, I have to live for me. If soulmates are so destined then it doesn’t matter where I go, we’ll meet someday. I didn’t wanna wait for it anymore. Plus you know how much those dreams suck.” “Ugh yeah don’t we all, Hyunjin has them too and at this point we all wanna sew his lips shut. We’re practically stuck in that nightmare with him.” “Well then, he gets it. Do I get to meet the others soon?” “Yeah, Yongbok and Seungmin should be here soon. But you need to be getting to bed, look at you half-asleep on my shoulder.” “Ok, but in the morning, by the way Chris is pretty cool.” “They all are. But you’re way cooler.”

The next morning having been woken up at 8 by Minho’s constant texts you realize that it wouldn’t stop anytime soon and cave.

“Min, I am personally gonna shove your head so far up your ass it’ll be your new party hat for the next five years.” You say as you stumble into the kitchen. Where, to your realization, you are met with three other shocked faces. “I told you guys she’s not that sweet.” “I am pure fucking sugar and rainbows, after coffee that is. But sorry for the rude first impression.”

“I made you coffee, hyung said you’d be grumpy if you came out here after his texts and there wasn’t any.” Seungmin chirped at you with the most heart melting smile you have ever seen. “Oh thank you, that is the nicest thing in the world.” “Nice to meet you, by the way I’m gonna need all the dirt you can give me on him.” “Anytime, m your girl.” “Coffee every morning in return?” “Deal.”

“Oh my god, she fits right in. I like her, we’re keeping her if she can shut Minho hyung up like that every dance practice.” “Yongbok, you’re supposed to be the sweet one.” “Just cause m not a heathen like the three of you, doesn’t mean I’m sweet.” “I like him, m keeping him.” “Y/n, no.” “Yesss, besties.” Felix lights up with the prettiest smile and you are in pieces for his beauty. But Minho sees how the boys immediately pull you over to the dark side and sighs. “What have I done?” “Will there be tequila at the party?” “Yes, y/n. And whiskey, don’t worry we got this. Jeongin, tell new bestie that we got this.” “We got this.” “I love it here.” “What have I done?”

taglist:

@kkamismom12

#hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #skz fluff

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shxwstxpper · 11 months ago

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KAI DREW RETURNS!

❝ why don't you sit right down and stay a while? we like the same things, and i like your style! it's not a secret, why do you keep it? i'm just sitting on the shelf! ❞ - WHY DO YOU LET ME STAY HERE?, SHE & HIM, 2008

hey everyone! it’s been a while, huh? :]

i missed being me! being stuck in that void SUCKED. it was dark, cold, the passage of time was irrelevant, and for some reason hamilton was always playing??? it sucked. i almost went insane. might actually be a bit crazy…

i forgot a lot of things while i was in there, including a few things about myself, so forgive me if i’m a bit slow :]

so, to remind me who i am, as well as to reintroduce myself: have an intro!

hello there!!! my name’s Kai Drew!

im 17 years old! i’ll be 18 in august :]

im aroace, im agender, and i use she/her pronouns! :D

im a professional singer and dancer! i also really like doing theatre, and I love mechanics!

i have a slew of mental issues that don’t need naming (just think of that one image: “he has 97 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces”), and i have fibromyalgia + narcolepsy! :]

Update: ...it turns out i am autistic. goddamnit

my favorite food is grilled cheese sandwiches, and my favorite drink is strawberry lemonade!

i like psych, ride the cyclone, some commentary youtubers, and anything 1920’s!

I guess that’s all from me :]

BUT NOT FROM ME!!!

Yeah that’s right!!!! I’m still hereeee!!!

You think I’d leave????? HA!!! laughable.

Never would I be so stupid to let my leading lady go (fully)! You all should know better.

I need no introduction, you all know me.

the apotheosis is upon us + it’s inevitable + L + ratio + come to the starlight!!! :3c [EDIT: DON’T?? PLEASE??? ] DONT LISTEN TO THE EDIT!!! [EDIT: Ignore him.] NUH UH

why is this blue asshole still here. SHUTTUP!!!

blog ran by KAI! and POKOTHO! stop.

for more information about Kai Drew, read The Kai Who Didn’t Like Musicals. whats that? don’t worry about it.

for info regarding the upcoming production of TKWDLM, look here. for info regarding the cast of TKWDLM, look here. for info regarding the timeline, look here. for info regarding ‘Save The Children’, the charity which Kai concert proceeds are going to (EDIT: recomends you donate to!) [ooc: a charity mentioned within rp that you can actually donate to!], look here. ^WHY’D YOU CHANGE THAT?!? I’M NOT DOING A CONCERT??? for info regarding acknowledgments, look here.

STOP CROSSING THINGS OUT!!!! >:1 NO!??? IM GONNA CROSS OUT YOUR EVIL SHIT???? >:[

TAGGING SYSTEM: #kaiposting - posts where Miss Kai Drew is talking! #posts from the black and white - posts where ghost!kai is talking! text in these posts will be in small italics and signed with her name! #apothoposting - posts where infected!kai/Pokotho is talking! text/dialogue in these posts will be colored blue, unless i forget! #pastriiposting - posts where the admin, @pastriibunz, is talking! text in these posts will be italicized (unless i forget), and the ‘ooc’ + ‘ooc post’ tags will be alongside it! #answers from the black, white, and blue - posts where asks get answered! the proper tags for which character is speaking will be added! any tag before/ending with ‘~ Kai’ - in character tags! these tags are how Kai communicates while Pokey controls her account fully. #starlit songbird - the tag I will be using for the TKWDLM rp! feel free to use it to categorize the TKWDLM rp from your own rps! #[username] - these tags are used to categorize rps!

#kai drew #tkwdlm #the kai who didn’t like musicals #oc #oc rp #oc rp blog #starlit songbird #apothoposting #kaiposting #intro post #introduction #blog intro #hatchefield rp #hatchetblr

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asking-jude · 1 year ago

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I drank too much and had a meltdown at my grandmas with family. We were supposed to be celebrating my birthday. I went to the bathroom and had flashbacks of being m*olested as a child by my older cousin who was there. I’ve told my grandma and mom several times if xyz was there I didn’t want to be there or let me know so I won’t go. Everyone was downstairs outside as it was a cookout. I didn’t realize I was having a panic attack until my sister found me upstairs hiding. Turns out my cousin tried coming upstairs and my sister confronted him and made him leave. I blacked out some parts of this night and looking back on it I see myself looking possessed screaming and crying. I just remember screaming they’re rapists over and over. My sister ended up telling me more of what happened because I woke up with some bruises and turns out my mom was hitting me and everyone was just trying to get me to calm down or shuttup. Me and my sister went through similar things young by the same “family members” and when she told our parents and some family nothing really came of it. My dad kept them away till he was out the picture and then we had no choice but to be in the same spaces by the men who SAed us as kids. It was like no one cared or believed us. The dirty family secret everyone knows but won’t acknowledge. The betrayal is so deep in me. Besides my sister I haven’t talked to anyone since. Some of my family reached out but I can’t get myself to talk to them, I wouldn’t even know what to say. I’m ashamed I put my grandma through that and embarrassed her in front of her neighbors. I still feel a lot of disgust whenever I see my mother because she continued to allow them near us and would even invite them over. I just want to leave, never come back to my home state, and sometimes I don’t care to ever talk to any of them again at all. I hate birthdays.

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Hello there,

I am incredibly sorry that you and your sister have gone through this. I’m sorry that you were put into a situation like that, and on your birthday of all days. You did the right thing by speaking up for yourself and letting your mom and grandmother know about your discomfort. By allowing those men into the same space as you, they did not respect your wishes. Something that I think may help you is setting boundaries, which are rules you set in place for yourself. For example, if you do not want to be around those men in your family, set that as a boundary. Try to keep reminding yourself that you cannot be around them under any circumstances. This can be done however you feel most comfortable. You can try leaving the event or staying in a different room, or telling your family you’re feeling a bit sick and need to lie down. Sticking to your boundaries can sometimes be difficult, especially when family is involved. Here are some tips on how to set and enforce boundaries: https://www.npr.org/2021/01/25/960423678/how-to-set-boundaries-with-family-and-stick-to-them.

It isn’t always going to be easy to say “no” to family members, especially if it’s something you want to do, but it is important that you prioritize your physical and emotional well-being. Boundaries are a way to protect and prioritize yourself.

I am not sure how old you are, so I don’t know exactly what you mean about not having a choice about being around them. If you are a minor, I can understand where you are coming from. If you are not a minor, you do have a choice. Your choice may upset some of your family members, and that can be uncomfortable. However, regardless of your family’s wishes, it is vitally important to always put yourself and your needs first.

I am sorry that this situation has left you feeling guilty. Try to keep in mind that your reaction was involuntary and unintentional. I know that does not change the outcome, but you did let your mom and grandmother know that you did not want to be around those men. There are consequences for every action, and their embarrassment is the price they pay.

In case you find yourself in a similar situation, here are some tips on how to cope: https://www.helpguide.org/articles/ptsd-trauma/ptsd-symptoms-self-help-treatment.htm. One of my favorite suggestions is finding an outdoor activity. Studies show that being in nature can help combat symptoms of anxiety and depression. Whenever I am feeling stressed, I think about nature and places that bring me peace. This may help you, too.

I can understand why you have these feelings toward your mother. If you need a little space from your family, please take some space; you deserve to feel safe and happy. I’m not saying you have to completely remove your family from your life, but there has to be a balance. Here are some tips on how to handle difficult familial relationships: https://www.helpguide.org/articles/relationships-communication/dealing-with-difficult-family-relationships.htm.

If you are a minor, this may look a little different. You may not be able to avoid every person or situation yet, but you can limit how open you are with certain family members. You can be polite, but also distant enough to keep yourself safe.

I hope some of this information was helpful. Please do not hesitate to reach out to Asking Jude again if you have any further questions.

You got this,

Andrea

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snowdrops-writing-haven · 8 months ago

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Fae, Tricks, and Other Anomalies

Episode One: Cells cannot hold Destiny

“There he is!”

Damnit. It was only a matter of time until they spotted me. I should’ve done more research before I tried robbing places willy-nilly. The woman who decided to make chase was in her late 30s and had a sword drawn. When I burst into the onslaught of people, she waved her arms to get their attention and shouted, “Thief! Don’t let him get away!”

Her statement was enough for the crowd. They dispersed alarmingly fast like I had been diagnosed with a plague. She pointed one of her accusing fingers at me. If we were playing with technicalities, I hadn’t stolen anything. I attempted to. There’s a whole different charge for that. And hopefully, that meant a little less jail time.

I sneered, out of habit. “Need help from your friends to catch me?”

That ticked her off plenty. “Son of a whore! You’ll be rotting in a cell!” As she talked ferociously, I took the moment to make my great escape. People yelped as I dashed forward, towards my pursuer, and proceeded to leap up a stall and reach the roof of a tavern. Markets were practically a jungle gym. As athletic as she looked, I sincerely doubted she could get to the top with as much ease. I glanced back, making a point to savor the enraged look on her face, and then ran along the rooftops.

My name is Erasmus Daskalu. Let me tell you just how I got into that situation.

After my village was destroyed at the age of 7, my life of crime began. And no, I was not going to go over every painstaking detail. I stole some stuff, assassinated some people (deserved), and did what I could to keep me and my twin sister alive. ‘Where is your twin?’ Great question. On my adventures, a priestess of Athlai (the god of Time) told me that my destiny would begin to unfold in Ulcair. I left my home country, Vastenlo, and my sister to pursue my future.

I hoped Gladys didn’t miss me too much.

I think that covered everything. Anyways, I was running along the rooftops to evade my gaggle of ‘fans’. The city that I was sprinting through, Ostburg, was known for being mostly underground. The lighting was abysmal, even on the tops of buildings. If I didn’t stay aware, I’d go tumbling into the disgusting streets headfirst. Behind me, shouts and footsteps echoed off the stone walls. Hadn’t lost their trail just yet.

She really didn’t like me; going through the pain of dragging herself to the roof so we could ‘play chase’. I understood that thieves were annoying. Terrible, even. Wasting energy to chase me, though? Ridiculous, in my humble opinion. Say I was caught. They wouldn’t be able to keep me in jail for longer than a week. I’d escape. Always did, always will.

I thought too soon.

One slippery roof tile caused me to skid to a halt. That gave the woman plenty of time to catch up to me. “Of course,” She bellowed. “Just another urchin from Vastenlo. When will you rats ever learn?”

Not all Vastians were thieves and vagrants. A civil war going on didn’t help our case, though. I hopped to my feet, only to be met with her blade. “Don’tcha even think of grabbin’ those spears, you son of a whore.” I wasn’t sure why she kept calling me that, I didn’t have a mother to begin with. “Or I’ll slit your throat.”

Hm. Bad, lethal even. I put up my hands and played innocent. “I’m sorry, miss. I’ve never had all that money before and I just wanted—”

“Shuttup!” She thrust the blade to my neck. Why I didn’t throttle her right then and there, I’ll never remember. “You’ll be wasting away in a cell when I get through with you!” Ah, the aforementioned jail cell she was so excited about. How irritating.

“No, don’t!” I cried, putting on my best frowny face. My sister always told me I had a flare for acting, but I was never really sure what I would do with that information. I hoped that it might come in handy during that moment. “I’m sorry, I really am!” (For the record, I absolutely was not).

“‘Sorry’ my ass. Tell me your name so the watchmen can properly identify you in prison.” When I didn’t move my lips, she practically bristled. “Do it before I skin you!”

She wasn’t going to skin me. Not on the roof, anyway. Too uneven to do the work precisely. “Erasmus.” That was true.

“Last name?”

I didn’t have one of those, but I doubted that she’d take that as an answer. So I made one up. “Dah-skah-loo. Daskalu.”

“Erasmus Daskalu? Wastin’ a perfectly good first name on a delinquent,” She muttered, unapologetic.

Sometimes I was too quick-witted for my own good. That moment was one of those times. “Well, good thing I wasn’t born to please you,” I snapped, sneering at her once again. I got a welt to the face for that.

“You stupid brat!” She screamed, lowering her sword to yell at me some more. “If you say one more thing out of line, I’ll—”

I pushed her. It was hard enough to knock her back, so I made a break for it instead of trying to harm her at all. With ease, I clambered down the side of the building. It turned out to be a stone brick tea shop, with flowers blooming in the windows. When I was younger, I loved to stop and try to see if I could name them all. I hadn’t done that in a long time.

“There you are! Whaddya do to Gretchen, you piece of shit?!” A furious man demanded. Spit caught in his beard as he grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved me against the wall.

“She’s upstairs, Grandpa. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to leave—”

He turned red as a tomato and shoved me. “You disgrace! Why, I’m close to knocking your teeth out!”

The insult was funny looking back, but at the moment I was a little intimidated. Teeth were hard to take care of, and I was lucky enough to have nice ones, given the circumstances of my childhood. People in the area started to pay attention to the discourse that he and I were having—he was definitely one of the cronies of that psycho lady, no question—which was like first-class entertainment to them. Nothing was more appealing than watching someone get pummeled.

He swung a punch, slower than a horse stuck in molasses. I grabbed his arm with ease and knocked him onto the pavement. Around me, there was a collective gasp. By the time I turned around, all I saw was the bright blue of a watchman’s uniform.

I fell unconscious.

The room was dark. That wasn’t surprising, given where I was. As my sight adjusted, I realized what kind of room I had gotten myself into.

No surprise, it was a cell.

I sat up on the cold, hard ground that I was tossed on. They didn’t even have the courtesy to throw me into one of the cots right in the corner of the room. Ridiculous.

My gaze turned upwards, fixing on someone perched in the top bunk. She looked more bored than anything—her untamed brown eyes met mine, and a smile played across her face. “Roommate’s finally awake, huh?” Her voice was a little gruff but kinder than anyone else’s that I had heard. “What did you do?”

“You only noticed me now?” I didn’t bother answering her question. “Were you asleep?”

“Nah, I saw you get tossed in here. I just didn’t feel like getting up.” To sell her act, she yawned. I made a face at her and struggled to my feet.

“How kind of you.” The room was tight for two people, but liveable. A curtained-off area was sectioned off for a dinky-looking bathroom. There was one tiny window next to my roommate’s cot with rungs that would let mice, assorted bugs, and other nasties through.

Good thing it was perfect for my escape plan.

She tried talking to me again. “Did you get whacked in the face?”

“Yes.”

“Damn, that’s rough.” Finally, she moved from the head of the bunk, swinging her legs over to the side. “I’m Leocadia, by the way.”

Relinquishing my name would only make my life harder. So I didn’t lie. “Call me Erasmus. Erasmus Daskalu.” Adding my new, flashy last name couldn’t hurt. Why not commit to the bit?

“Well, since we’re roommates, I’ll have you know that I don’t snore.” That was pleasant to hear. My sister used to snore and it was always miserable getting to sleep after her. “On another note, I absolutely must get first dibs on the shower. I don’t care if I have to beat you into the ground—”

“Woah! You can get your shower.” I put my hands up. “I won’t fight you.”

“Good.” She crossed her arms and nodded her head like she just successfully fought off a wild dog. I didn’t blame her, I probably looked mangy enough to be one. “You failed to mention why you’re here, Erasmus,” She spoke fast. It made me roll my eyes.

“How about you go first?”

“Nice try, buddy,” Leocadia grumbled. “Seniority rules. Spit it out.”

With a hint of reluctance, I retold the story of how I got arrested for ticking off an old bitch who had too much time and jewelry on her hands. She—Gretchen—owned a business that sold every classy trinket under the sun. When I made an attempt to swipe a bracelet, I had no idea that she’d pull a sword on me. Apparently, Ulcan shopkeepers were hawks when it came to their merchandise.

“Thrilling,” She remarked. It was too hard to tell what she actually thought, so I didn’t pursue it further. After a moment of thought, Leocadia flopped down in her bed and dryly retold her story. “I got arrested under suspicion that I was a Redstone Giant. I used my Earth magic a little too freely after I crossed the border. I’m not one, but even if I was, it shouldn’t matter.”

Redstone Giant. I knew the term from legend; Earth Elves turned into beasts, and eventually, all were killed by the Ulcan Empire starting 3,000 years ago (back when Ulcair was an empire—no one missed it). I doubted that all Redstone Giants were inherently evil monsters, though. That was like saying all Vastians stole and punched grandmas.

“Are you going to tell them?” I was referring to the people who locked her up, the prison, the guard, the warden, someone. It would’ve been nicer than ‘rotting in a cell’ as Gretchen put it (I was feeling kind enough to not scream at Leocadia, calling her the ‘Daughter of a whore’ and chasing her through the streets of Ostburg).

“Hell no! Those egotistical assholes won’t get a straight answer out of me, even if I have to waste away in this stupid cell. They already wiped out most of their population, why are they locking people up based on Earth magic? Sounds to me like they’re afraid of something.” She leaned forward, a smile creeping across her face. “And they deserve to be.”

Her eyes, just a few shades lighter than her deep chestnut skin, practically glowed in the dark room. It was nice to talk to someone aware, passionate, and not ready to rip my guts out. Maybe she wouldn’t be a completely awful cellmate.

Head count happened just before curfew. They identified each prisoner by name (and gave me a funny look when they read my surname) (It wasn’t Vastian at all). Leocadia stood tall, staring down the guard like she was about to wallop him. My guess was that she was 6’4”-6’5”, given she was about a head taller than me. When the guard looked at her, he couldn’t meet her eyes. I snickered.

By the time I crawled into my bed my plan was already in motion. Yes, I had a plan. It had been circulating in my head ever since I got into that place.

The first part wasn’t special. Waiting. Twirling my fingers, braiding my hair, and drawing with my finger on the wall. Memorizing the walking patterns of the guard was easy. Every 30 minutes they’d wander past, stealing a glance into the cell each time. 30 minutes? I could get out in 30 seconds. As dull as waiting was, the tantalizing idea of escape made my heart race.

Phase two was in motion, which happened to be the actual escape. I had a lot more fun with that part. After the guard passed, I hid under the covers and casually just…changed form.

To clarify: I didn’t know what I was. The closest thing I could associate my species with was if a faerie and a nymph had a baby. I could control nature and the wind and had some plantish features. My skin carried a hint of light green and paired with my wings, which resembled the veins of a leaf, there was no denying my planty heritage. Everyone in my village, including my sister, had those same defining features.

I was also tiny. Window-sized, even. And for some reason the prison didn’t have glass, meaning it wasn’t faerie-proof. I could fit through the protective bars with ease.

The blankets were a pain to maneuver out of, but eventually, I found a way to flutter to the top bunk and perch on the side. Leocadia hadn’t moved since the lights went off. Her short black coils sprawled over the flat, abysmal pillows they provided. She looked peaceful, which was not the word I would've used to describe her. I felt a little bad, leaving such a bright person behind without so much as a goodbye. Then again, I was pretty sure the priestess didn’t prophesy my destiny in Ulcair just to be locked in a cell forever.

The window was so close. So close that I didn’t bother to look at Leocadia anymore while I flew over. When her hand flew out to grab me, I didn’t realize until it was too late.

“I knew there was more to you,” she hissed, keeping me pinned to the bed (haha. You’re so funny, thinking about sex right now. Look at me laughing. Ha. ha.) (Shut up). “What are you? A faerie? A nymph? An unidentified nature spirit?”

“Your guess is as good as mine. Though I think the third option is the most accurate?” I choked out an answer. Her grip on me never wavered, which wasn’t very hard. I was only a little bit bigger than her hand at the moment.

“You’re headed to the window?”

“Good job for figuring that out.” I squirmed in her grip to no avail. “Now if you’d let me move, maybe I’d get there.”

She chuckled. “Nuh-uh. You’re not going on your own.” She lifted me by my wings—a very inappropriate thing to do in all winged beings etiquette. “You’re going to let me out, cool?”

“Fine,” I caved. “You suck.”

“Mhm, fairy face. Get moving.” Leocadia released me, and I tumbled into the sheets.

“Fairy face?! I told you my name for a reason!” I snapped. All she did was smile, a playful glint in her eyes. I sneered for the millionth time that day.

When I got outside of the room, I was met with a soothing night breeze. It was really tempting to fly away, but I doubted my cellmate would take that very well. The last thing I wanted to do was get an Aashmatian Earth mage on my bad side. I wasn’t an idiot. So, begrudgingly, I turned around and worked my magic. Roots from surrounding foliage wrapped around the metal, pulling it apart. Leocadia helped too, using her brute strength. Her arms were an impressive sight, no question.

When we were finished, I observed the damage, then I took a look at my partner. “You’re too big to fit through.”

“No shit,” She muttered, “Use your powers to move the rocks a little bit.”

I crossed my arms. “Why don’t you, your majesty? You’re the Earth magic expert.”

“That’s the problem, idiot. They know that. The room has protective spells against meddling, for my magic specifically. You’re going undetected.”

I had nothing to say, so I made a face at her for good measure, then proceeded with her instruction. The strangely shaped hole eventually got to the size where Leocadia could sneak through. A pile of discarded stone bricks lay beside me, and the landscaping was effectively ruined. I sat on the ground.

Watching her army crawl through the hole was painful. I was so used to being small that I forgot how inconvenient being a big person was.

“You’re staring.”

“Seeing you struggle is an absolute delight. I can’t help it.” My response was as dry as the Aashmatian desert.

Leocadia pulled her leg through. “Do all nature spirits have your miserable attitude or is that just a you problem?”

“Not a ‘me’ problem, a ‘me’ feature,” I corrected.

At last, her entire body was out of the cell. And not a moment too soon—the guard would be back with their routine checks any second. She leaped to her feet and beckoned me over. I flew up to meet her.

“Let’s grab our stuff,” She whispered, “Can you scout?”

After nodding, I soared above the pathetic little building they called ‘jail’. There were three buildings in total. The mostly underground cell block, the warden’s office, and a weird-looking barn. There were no signs of animals on the grounds, so I drew the conclusion that was where they were keeping our things.

I reported back to Leocadia. She didn’t say anything but nodded affirmatively. Behind her, where we had escaped from, the shocked voice of a guard cut through the silence. They were onto us, at last (took them long enough).

Another perk of being tiny was the free rides I got. While she made a break for the barn, I hitched onto her shoulder and rested my wings. One guard stood in front of the entrance, but she made quick work of him. I expected nothing less from the woman whose arms were about the size of tree trunks.

“I didn’t even have to do anything,” I remarked, changing into my big person form (which I was in for a majority of the time to not raise questions).

“Well, you’re the one who got me out.” She was already peeling through disorganized piles of items. “The least I could do was take care of a guard all by myself.”

My spears glinted at the top of a pile of weaponry. I didn’t name inanimate objects, but if I did their names would be Izotz and Markos (characters from my favorite myth). The great thing about escaping capture the day of was all my junk was on the top of the pile. My belt, hilts, small bag, and waterskin were easy to spot amid all the miscellaneous stuff. Leocadia didn’t have as much luck.

“Block the door with your magic! We can’t risk them getting in!” She bossed me around. Usually, I would not take orders from anyone but myself, but she did have a good point. Nothing would ruin a prison break more than going back to prison.

With the floor being dirt, my plant magic had a much easier time doing its thing on the pavement. Even so, doing all that manipulation and bending of nature made me even more tired than I already was. I wished that she’d hurry up.

“Got it!” She cheered, quietly, and produced a wooden staff. It was taller than she was, with one end being a polished wooden ball. The classic Aashmatian weapon: blunt, brute strength. Along the side, a dragon was carved into the wood. “Now let’s high tail out of here, fairy face.”

It was like they had been waiting for her to say that. Behind us, the door rattled and shook, furious Ulcan voices backing up our fears: the guards were onto us.

“The window!” I pointed to the tight squeeze that was over 20 feet in the air. “We can get out.”

“You can. I cannot fly, nor am I only a few inches tall.”

Come on Erasmus! You’ve taken on evil government officials. They had bodyguards! How is this different? My mind raced with ideas. The door groaned under the pressure.

“Protective Earth magic spells? Do you think they enabled them all over the property?” I blurted.

She called a pebble to her hand with no interference. “Apparently not. What do you have in mind?”

“When that door opens, you force them all back with your magic. I’ll take out as many as I can, then we’ll make a break for it.”

“That’s insanity!”

“Yes. What else are we going to do?” I knew she didn’t like my idea. I wasn’t a fan of it either, I was more a fan of sneaking around and backstabbing. But what else were we supposed to do? We couldn’t just run—and they’d figure out if we were breaking the walls to get out.

My barrier cracked and gave way, letting seven guards rush through. They were met with a wave of rock and stone, thanks to Leocadia. She stayed back while I took my spears (Izotz and Markos, remember?) and charged forward.

The art of combat was really an art. Fighting was a dance that I had spent the last 11 years perfecting. I dipped and leaped, swung and sliced, stabbed and ducked. My spears arced in the air and took down 1, 2, 3, guards. The ground shook, Leocadia shouted. Four more guards lunged forward, all trying to take me down.

She appeared by my side, taking one of them down with her. “Make a break for it!” She ordered, pushing a guard with her staff.

Didn’t need to tell me twice. I lunged forward and sprinted across the grounds, making it to the entrance in record time. By some miracle, Leocadia followed close behind. Together, we forced open the rusty gates and spilled off into the night, leaving the sounds of shouts behind us.

We sat in a tavern. No one batted an eye at our sweaty faces and dirty weapons. The neighborhood was accustomed to such travelers.

“Can I get you a drink?” Leocadia asked, jingling a bag of currency. I had a feeling that she picked it up at the barn, and it wasn’t actually hers. The kind of craftsmanship was unmistakably Ulcan.

“Oh, no. I’m fine. I don’t drink.”

“No? Why not?”

I thought about my answer for a moment. “Well, I’ve got to be on my toes all the time. I never know when someone’s after me.”

“Hm,” She hummed and leaned back in her chair. “You’re an interesting guy, Erasmus.”

“I could say the same for you.”

Leocadia found that amusing. “What do you think about traveling together, fairy face?” She posed the question with a smile creeping across her face.

“Can’t hurt,” I responded. What kind of journey would it be if I didn’t have at least one other person? I’d be bored out of my mind. “But you have got to stop calling me ‘fairy face’. It’s insufferable.”

She didn’t respond, but instead grabbed an empty cup and held it in front of her. “To new friends?”

I followed suit. “To new friends.” The future was bright and my hopes were high. The gods brought me to Ulcair, the gods brought me to Ostburg, and the gods brought me to Leocadia.

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