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queenpiranhadon · 11 months ago

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A/N: Woah chapter five already ( ˃o˂ ). Help last day of the year- This chapter is written by the lovely Nyota <3 @labaguetteisdabest and is from Apex's perspective. You can find the masterlist here Warning(s): Slight mentions of abuse, romantic rejection, Apex does some snooping, enemies to lovers, fantasy + royal universe, both MCs are cisgender females, and gay. Homophobes stay away!!

Pairing(s): Kaepex

I sit on my bed, quietly flipping through the pages of my favorite book, when Cari suddenly says, “Are our chambermaids gonna go help out other kids, or will they follow us home?”

I feel my face heat slightly when I think of Eudora. Imagining her helping another student lights a small flame of fury within me, and I don’t understand why.

“I have no idea,” I respond.

Footsteps echo through the small room as Cari strolls over to sit beside me.

“Are you blushing?”

My face burns hotter. “No!”

“You definitely are,” she teases. “I wonder why… do you have a cr-”

“NO!” I shout, embarrassment lacing my voice.

Cari smirks knowingly.

“…Okay, maybe I have a small crush,” I admit reluctantly.

“HA! There’s no way,” Cari laughs. “Apex Flaeren Pyracent, the cold-hearted heir of the fire kingdom, has a crush!”

“Not so loud!” I hiss.

Someone’s voice drifts down from upstairs:

“Okay, we’re releasing the anchors now. I pray you know what you’re doing, Cap’n.”

“I guess that’s my cue,” the water princess says enthusiastically.

“Get out,” I tell her, shoving Cari out of my room.

Once she exits the room, I continue to read, yet I can’t focus.

The sailor’s words circle through my mind.

“‘I pray you know what you’re doing, Cap’n.’”

What... what’s happening? I... if we don’t make it back safely, our parents (or brother, in Cari’s case) will order the crew dead – although Little Miss Flawless’ parents are a bit more merciful, so they may only order them to be solidly punished.

Eran should have sent a letter out, giving the captain the okay, no? If he hasn’t, there’s no telling if we can leave yet. And Eran always sends a letter.

The rhythmic thumping of waves on the hull is making me slightly nauseous, as is the rocking of the ship.

Groaning, I flop backwards on the soft bed, and I shut the book I was reading.

I lay in silence for a moment or two when I notice a slightly yellowing scroll peeking out of the bedside table.

What in the world? I think. Reaching over, I run through my mind what it could possibly be, but nothing significant comes to mind immediately.

I unfurl the scroll, careful not to tear any of it, and begin to read it.

Dear Prince Dyor,

Hey, it’s me. I know, I get it that I’m not using any formalities, but I figured given the circumstances - it’s not required of me. But I wanted to apologize. For ignoring you. I miss you, old friend, and I hate that my own weakness over the situation is tearing our friendship apart. I just don’t think of you that way. There are plenty of girls who would want to marry you – and I truly do hope these feelings don’t change anything. It’s probably too late to fix things now – but I think we both need closure. My dad will probably be infuriated with me when I see him again, he may seem merciful to others, but we both know how he is in the palace… I think I still have the marks from last time. Anyways I hope this letter finds you in good health, old friend. It was fun while it lasted.

Yours,

Kae

Prince Dyor? The crown prince of Akameen? It makes sense; Dyor never seemed interested in his fangirl club. He always ignored them. But falling for Kaeda, of all people?

Her perfect appearance never seemed like his type. But what do I know; I can’t interact with a man for my life.

My brain whirs with the prospect of gossip. This singular letter has opened my eyes to a whole new realm of possibility.

Although, at the same time, some lines worry me in a way I hate. I shouldn’t be worried about my competitor, my rival, my enemy. But...

“I think I still have the marks from last time.”

Marks... from what?

No matter; I should not be concerned.

The ship lurches forward, and I lunge for a grip, not wanting to risk anything.

Ugh, and I have to deal with a week of this? Never again.

It strikes me that there’s most likely a messenger pigeon on this ship. I could send Covyn a letter...

I dig around the drawer of the bedside table to find a scroll. It takes a minute, but I find one, and reach for my bag to grab a quill and ink.

I begin to write.

Dearest Covyn,

Hey! I miss you so much. I've been so bored lately, and incredibly desperate to get back home. Alas, that won’t be happening too soon, but in about a week, if all goes well, you’ll see me back home!

I understand that this letter may not arrive on time, but I at least want you to read it. So much chaos has happened lately, and I feel that you need to know about it.

Firstly, Princess Kaeda hasn’t gotten any better. She's still the annoying Little Miss Flawless I rant to you about all the time. Then she just HAS to stop Cari and I from goofing off. But~ I happened to find this letter of hers in my room on this cursed boat. And oh. My. Gods. There is a TREASURE TROVE of rumors right there!!

It admits Prince Dyor of Akameen to having a crush on Kaeda, for one. And I see it. What princes ~ other than Fujimura’s princes, of course ~ HAVEN’T fallen for her? I mean~ like I said earlier, she’s Little Miss Flawless.

It seems that Kaeda never sent that letter to Prince Dyor, so obviously they never spoke again. Unless my room is Dyor’s and she DID send it; Dyor just never took it with him. Either way, I’ve gained quite the amount of knowledge, and I will be putting it to good use.

With love,

Adri

I sign the letter with the nickname Covyn calls me, and race to clean the inky quill. I search for the lid to the ink, worried it disappeared, but luckily, I find it on the floor.

And now to find the messenger pigeons, I think. Slowly, I stand up, careful not to trip, and I exit the room.

When Kaeda finds out – and I know she will – she’ll be so mad. The very thought of that brings me glee, and I hurry down the hall, desperate to send the letter before I run into the ice princess.

I take a few turns and run up a flight of stairs, when I find myself on the deck, the salty scent of the sea filling my nose.

Glancing around, a slight panic rushes through me. Not only do I get seasick, but I get panicked on ships as well. It’s not fun, especially when the only way to get back home is this damned boat.

I take a deep breath, not that I think it’ll help, and go to one of the crew members.

“Excuse me?” I say. The dark-haired man turns towards me. “Do you, by any chance, know where the messenger pigeons are?”

He motions somewhere to my left and returns to... whatever he was doing.

I follow his gesture and turn left, listening for the chirping of birds that was now audible.

A minute or two later, I spot the pigeons. They cheerfully warble as if they have no care in the world, and the birds probably don’t.

As I walk closer, their chirping gets louder, almost to an insufferable volume. And as their trilling gets louder, my frustration grows. I desperately want to incinerate them, but I can’t; we need them for messages and such.

Carefully unlocking their cage, I look for the one bird who has a white splotch on her left wing. Whenever I send a letter, I tend to use her.

Aha! I think triumphantly. I reach in and she hops onto my hand. Once I pull her out, I stroke her feathers, and she trills happily.

“Hey, Culver,” I say softly. “How’ve you been?”

Culver is the Old English word for pigeon, and while we Espyns don’t speak English, I thought it was a fitting name for such a pretty bird.

“Can you bring this to Covyn? In Asraxvale?”

Asraxvale is the capital of Fujimura, and it sounds like a cool name, but it's really just a play on words. It comes from the word “astra,” meaning “star,” which are very clearly seen in Asraxvale. The “x” and “vale” were just added to make it sound cool. That’s all according to my history lessons, anyway.

Culver lets out a shrill chirp, which by now I’ve learned to mean that she understands.

I take a piece of string and tie my letter to her ankle.

And it’s just my luck that Little Miss Flawless herself comes up behind me.

I sigh. “Go on, Culver. Leave so I can deal with her.” As I finish the sentence, I shoot Kaeda a glare.

Culver flies off into the distance, and she looks... peaceful, in a way.

“What do you want?” I ask Kaeda. She’s just been standing behind me for a few minutes.

“Well, I was going to ask the captain something, but you’ve rudely interrupted me,” she replies unkindly. Kaeda tosses her shimmering, curly black hair over her shoulder, and her grey-blue eyes feel like they’re piercing my soul.

“Be my guest,” I tell her. “You’re the one who literally stopped behind me.”

I look at the princess, a smug look crossing my face. Kaeda lets out a huff and stalks past me, and as she walks by, the air around her turns a few degrees colder.

I trudge back into my room and collapse on my bed.

How in the world did I just manage to not empty my guts out onto the deck? I wonder.

My nausea finally gets to me.

“This is fine. Everything is fine,” I repeat to myself quietly. “Just a few more days of this torture and I’ll be back home.”

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commanderwaybright · 3 years ago

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My unimportant thoughts on Amphibia season 3 episode 9:

ANNES HAIR IS COLORED PINK AND GREEN!!! ANOTHER WIN FOR TEAM SASHA!!!

I GET TO WATCH THIS ONE IN A BIG SCREEN SINCE IM HOME!!! IS THAT A FRANGEL? OMG DOMINO SANTA!! THAT BITCH ANDRIAS RUINING EVERYTHING. ANIMALS WITH HOOVES ARE SENSIBLY HORRIFIC TO THE PLANTARS!!!

SPEAK OF THE DEVIL!!! PLEASE TELL ME SASHA IS GONNA SHOW UP 🙏 OMG LIL BABY NEWTS TINY AND SMOL. YES NO CROWN FOR THE SHIT MAN. O SHUT IT ANDRIASS.

OMG THEYRE SO CUTE. REBECCA THERE YOU ARE!!!! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME CRY. OR DO. OMG IT'S THE GAYS!!! ANNE HAS THINGIES IN HER HAIR!! PEACE ACHIEVED!! OMG THAT BLUSH. OMG YES GET ANNE THAT GIFT MAYBE TUNE IT DOWN A NOTCH. DR. JAN! OH THIS IS SO A LAST EARTH EPISODE ROLE CALL??? PLEASE?? GOD I NEED SASHA. THIS IS SO CUTE!! I LOVE THE LITTLE CHRISTMAS OUTFITS!! REBECCA RETURNS!?!? OH NO A MINI BITCH!!!

LOL GET BIRDED FUCKER.

COOKIES! LMAO HOP POP COVER YOUR...WAIT... OLD LADIES AND GAYS!!! YAY!!! OMG THEYRE GONNA LOVE IT. SOMEONES GONNA... ANDRIAS... PAIN. OH NO MR. BOONCHUY DONT MAKE DEATH PROMISES NOW NOT A GOOD TIME-

HUNKY LUMBERJACK LMAO! OH NO PLEASE STOP SADDING NO NO STOP BEING CUTE ITS GONNA- THERE IT IS. THE BITCH. JESUS CHRIST ANNE. OH THAT!!! FROM THE TRAILER! ITS FOOT!! WOAH THOSE FLAGS?? OF THE CORE?? O SHID!!

"THIS HOLIDAY JUST KEEPS GETTING WEIRDER" LMAO!! I LOVE THIS EPISODE. NO GAYS NO RUN AWAY!! NO POLLY NOT DOG, FUCKER. YES! THERE!! SHUT THE FUCK UP ANDRIASS. "THANKS YOU TOO" BITCH WE STILL HATE YOU??? PFFT ASH. OH NO THE FIRE SWORD IS BACK SHIT.

DARCY! NOOOOOOOO O HOLY SHIT THATS A LOT OF FROBOTS WE'RE FUCKED. AND THE CREATURES AND CAVERNS DIE MARCY NOOOOO WHY.

OH MY GOD THAT IS THE CUTEST THING EVER AHHHHHHH. SPRIG BABY!!

REBECCA!!!!

HOLY CRAP THEY FINALLY BROUGHT IT UP!!! SWEET PLOT O HOW I MISSED YOU!!! PLEASE. THEY NEED TO BE IN THE NEXT EPISODE. PLEASE I BEG YOU MATT. PLEASE!!!

I can't tell if this means Sasha's parents are divorced or not?? On one hand, two separate letters for each parent when one is for 'The Wu Family.' But, Anne is still writing one more letter. But, do we know if they have any other kids? Either family?? I mean they must live separately if Anne wrote a letter for each?? God I feel fulfilled. We got a little drop of Sasha. NOW WHEN DOES THE HIATUS END??? A MAJOR WIN FOR TEAM SASHA!!

Omg THE- THE BUTTERFLY!!! IT HATH BEEN GIVEN!! GLORIOUS DAY!!! OMG POLLY GOT A GUN

DEAR GOD SOMEONE PLEASE PM ME I NEED TO TALK ABOUT SASHA BADLY

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 2 years ago

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:OOO O.O

Oop yep she said the name

D A N G

Oh gosh that promo looks CRAZY

xDD Like good but CRAZY

Wow

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That's the end of my last thoughts!!! Woah, that was wild xDD. Now onto the. . .

REVIEW

Wow. That was. . . Wild xDD. Just- straight up crazy lol

Some quick last thoughts, since I said a lot for what I was thinking the liveblog!! Plus some condensing if what I said

Buck, Eddie, and Chim just vibing and seeing if Hen keeps it together is iconic xDd But also Buck's barely keeping it together lol, trying to find peace and all and that situation. Poor guy :((.

Also Evan sir you are gay <3 Just accept it and move on

Nah fr xDD I headcanon him as bi but eh anyway lol

And UGHHH Hen this episode!!! Poor Hen 😭😭😭😭. She does not DESERVEEE THISSSS!!!

I saw something recently that was like I love Henren and I love angst and all but can they have one storyline that isn't super serious or sad, and like xDD Yeah lol

I love the angst but y'all 😭😭😭 You're killing me here lol xD

I like how they're a very realistic couple though and still have emotions even when the other one does yaknow? Like Karen is justified in being upset about Hen forgetting to pick Denny up but also she understands and is still there for Hen <333 Iconic, truly.

Love them :DDDD

Still heartbreaking though xdd. Just watching her go through something like that, something I kind after myself. . . ugh. Torture xdd. I loved it, it was great, but ow xd. ❤️❤️❤️😭😭❤️❤️🥰

And honestly poor Athena :((. And her mom! Beatrice, that's her name. It's so rough when a family member is sick, especially in the hospital, let alone in a coma. I can't even imagine the pain and the stress <33

I hope everything works out with them, besides the uh, yaknow (segue lol)

BODY!!!

LIKE WHAT??? EXCUSE ME???

THAT WAS S H O C K I N G XDDD

More just the fact that there even WAS a body, not who it was lol

Although since that was a prevalent (or at least, more so than any other information about this town) storyline in the past, it does make sense that it would come back up. Still, though xdd. CRAZY.

Also, just. Bathena <333 🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️😭❤️❤️❤️❤️. Crying because they're adorable lol <333 :DD.

Okay I just watched the first 10 minutes and UHH. XDD DANG lol. I kinda figured it was something like that but still xdd. Also a tunnel is a little extra. It was funny and interesting tough lol

And ahhh it was a medically induced coma, okay, I see. Still, it sucks :((. And there's the start (that we see) of her denial too. Poor lady :((. Poor all of them, honestly. Just, oof xdd.

Also, it sucks that he choked a bit (I don't know if I'd call it crashing and burning lol - also I find it funny how with "burning" they had a chance to have the fighters actually fight like. A fire xDD but I get that they're ent more with the crash theme lol - oh wait, back from putting the title at the end, I just remembered it's learn XDD Nevermind then, lol), but I'm sure whatever his face was, 9-1-1 dispatcher boy, will do great :)). He just has to get a little more experience first :D. I think he'll do great <3. Hopefully he's not evil lol.

Overall, I loved the episode. The calls were fun, though a bit sad at times Hen's storyline was amazing, as was Athena's side. Ayy, our besties have an episode :D. Kind of together, but also super far apart lol. Also, poor Buck, honestly. Man is struggling lol. But yeah, I really connected with Hen here so I just feel extra bad for her <3. Anyway, it was a great episode. This season's shaping up to be really good :).

So, that's about it! It was an amazing episode, and I am looking forward to the next one. This has been my review of. . .

9-1-1, Season 6, Episode 2: Crash and Learn

It was awesome! I am so excited for what comes next. It seems like it'll be great! See you next week for. . .

9-1-1, Season 6, Episode 3: The Devil You Know

See you guys then!

#9-1-1 #911 #911 on fox #911onfox #9-1-1 on fox #9-1-1onfox #gayfirefightershow #oasis's 9-1-1 chatter #this was a WILD episode lol #loved it though!!!#and love you guys :)))#bye <333!!

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some-days-we-get-sundays · 3 years ago

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A Wildmoore Fic- “I had a good teacher.”

“Ok, so hold it like this?” Ryan pointed the gun out in front of her, and then flipped it sideways with her finger on the trigger.

“Woah woah woah. Ok, no. This isn’t Boyz n the Hood. Nobody holds a gun like that in real life, Ryan.” Sophie came up behind Ryan and reached over her arm to lower the weapon that Ryan was wielding. Ryan rolled her eyes and let go of the gun, letting Sophie take it.

“Also don’t put your finger on the trigger, you might accidentally shoot someone, put it resting on the side. Like this-” Sophie showed Ryan.

After seeing Sophie’s gunmanship on full display a couple of months ago when they were trying to catch the Cluemaster, Ryan wanted a lesson. Sophie said she would teach Ryan some skills if Ryan took her flying with the grapple gun. They’d been out here for a couple of weeks now practicing.

“Sophie, why are you teaching me to shoot with a freakin’ pistol? I know how to shoot with these. I want to learn your bomb ass rifle skills.” Ryan closed one eye and pretended to shoot a rifle, mimicking the way she’d seen Sophie do it. Ryan thought it was extremely hot.

“Ok, if you want to learn my bomb ass rifle skills, you need to start with the basics first. So come on. Do it like I showed you.” Sophie handed the pistol back to Ryan and stepped to the side of her so she could survey. She watched Ryan point the gun forward and then bring her other hand up under it and place her finger on the side of the trigger instead of clutching it.

Sophie smiled. “Excellent work, Ms. Wilder.” Ryan brought the gun down and tried to hide a self satisfied smile that was making its way to her face. As much as she was complaining she was enjoying herself.

“Well, I had a good teacher.” Ryan quipped. Sophie blushed and turned around towards the table so that Ryan wouldn’t see her cheeks tint pink. She grabbed the rifle.

“Alright, I already showed you all the parts of this so I think you’re ready to practice your form and aiming at a target. So watch me do it first and then we’ll go from there.” Sophie said and then got into position. She looked almost the same as she did the night that they were rescuing Stephanie. Sophie had set up cans to use for target practice, and they were so far that Ryan could barely see them. She watched as Sophie got a concentrated look on her face. She watched Sophie’s form and tried to make note of everything Sophie did so she could do it to perfection when her time came. Then suddenly, BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. Shot after shot after shot rang out and Ryan watched as each can got hit and made a clank. Sophie had hit every one of her targets without a miss.

“Fuck! That was hot!” Ryan exclaimed. She couldn’t keep her awe at bay. Ryan wasn’t surprised because she’d seen Sophie do that under life or death circumstances- and she’d seen her do it while slightly intoxicated too. So no, she was not surprised but that didn’t stop her from being impressed and a little turned on.

“Ok, your turn.” Sophie handed the rifle to Ryan. Ryan got into position the same way she’d just seen Sophie do it.

“Like this?” Ryan asked. Ryan felt Sophie come up behind her and put her hands on Ryan’s hips. Ryan stiffened and her breath caught.

“Angle your hips like this, make your stance more like this-” Sophie was guiding Ryan’s hips and legs, positioning them in the way they should be.

“O-Oh Ok.” Ryan choked out. Having Sophie this close to her was messing with her head.

Sophie still standing behind Ryan then put her arms around Ryan’s arms and positioned them how she wanted Ryan to position them.

“Like this.” Sophie breathed out, her breath warm against the side of Ryan’s face. Suddenly another BANG rang out shocking the both of them.

Ryan had accidentally fired the gun because of how close Sophie had gotten to her.

“Oh shit. Shit. I’m sorry Sophie.” Ryan said, guilt and embarrassment clinging to her voice.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. Early release. Happens to the best of us. I do have that affect on people.” Sophie smirked and winked, trying to lighten the mood. It worked. Ryan laughed.

“Uh huh, hot shot.” Ryan bantered back. “Ok, let me try again.” Ryan said gaining her confidence back. Sophie handed her the rifle and Ryan got into position again. There were some cans that we closer up that were for Ryan to practice with. Ryan took a deep breath, aimed, and fired. BANG. One of the cans was knocked over but it wasn’t hit as the bullet had just whizzed by and graced the can. Ryan tried again, BANG, miss. BANG, miss. BANG, miss. Bang, hit!

“Oh my God! I did it! I did it! I did it!” Ryan squealed. She set the gun down and jumped around in place. Proud of the one can that she hit. Sophie came over to give her a high five and instead of high fiving, Ryan tackled her in a hug that took Sophie by surprise. Ryan’s arms were up high around Sophie shoulders and she was standing on her tip toes. Sophie instinctively put her arms around Ryan’s lower back drawing her in close. If she had stood up to her full height, she’d practically be picking Ryan up in the air. Ryan let go and stepped back.

“Thank you, Sophie.” Ryan said earnestly, a sparkle in her eye.

“Anytime. We can keep practicing but you’re a fast learner, I’m impressed. You’re really getting the hang of it.” Sophie complimented.

“I mean, I am Batwoman.” Ryan gestured to herself. Sophie laughed.

“Woo, and you’re cocky too.” Sophie retorted. She bumped Ryan with her shoulder.

“Hey, do you want to grab a drink at The Hold Up? Then I can show you some of my moves on the grapple gun.” Ryan said to Sophie as Sophie was packing everything away. Once everything was packed up, they made their way back to Ryan’s car.

“Oh a tipsy flying lesson from Ryan Wilder?” Sophie joked as they walked.

“Hey, you can shoot rifles with deadly accuracy after drinking hooch from the Crows, I can swing through the city with you in my arms after a couple adult beverages from a gay bar. We all have our skills.” Ryan joked back. They got into Ryan’s car and fastened their seat belts.

“Ok Ryan, I’ve seen your driving skills, if they are anything like your flying through the air skills, I might need to sign a waver.” Sophie commented.

Ryan rolled her eyes and smiled. “Come on Soph, would you relax and live a little! Besides, I will keep you safe, I promise.” Ryan winked. Then she backed out of the parking spot, put the car in drive, and sped down the city streets as “Gangster” by Kehlani blared through the speakers.

“Oh Lord.” Sophie rasped out, which was barely audible above the music. Ryan looked at her and gave her another mischievous grin. Sophie then put her head back and stared up at the purple sky and the city lights whizzing by through the skylight in Ryan’s car as they made their way to The Hold Up.

#wildmoore #ryan wilder #sophie moore #i dont know anything about guns clearly #enjoy this attempt at trying for the life of me to write something short #ryan has a car in this lol #i was gonna have it be sophie's car #maybe she is driving sophie's car #nah she got a car in this but it's not the batmobile

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kiwi-the-servamp-addict · 3 years ago

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Uh random thoughts while listening to my favorited audios on tiktok

Yumikage: you're not even married you don't even have a girlfriend

Shuuhei: why would I want a woman in my life?

Kuro to all of his siblings: I'd never thought I'd have to say this but there's only space in this family for ONE unstable sibling and I have held that title for a very long time SO YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE TO GET IT TOGETHER-

Kuro: there's a spider

Mahiru: SO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO?

Kuro: KILL IT

Mahiru: YOU SAW IT FIRST YOU KILL IT

Kuro: YOU'RE THE MAN

Mahiru: since when?

Hyde singing: I feel like fucking something

Hyde: *lowers down the music*

Hyde to Licht: that something is you bitch

Hyde: I know you're a little slow but imma need you to get the hint

Licht: ....

Kuro trying not to laugh: ooooo I'm mentally ill

Kuro: *starts laughing*

Hyde: what you know about rolling in the deep enddd.... I have.. I have depression-

Mikuni: JeJe.. Wake up JeJe COME ON JEJE we've got to hide the body! there's no blood in prison JeJe now come on

JeJe: ....

Mikuni: who will they believe? A man or his snake? They don't allow snakes in prison JeJe they'll put you down now come on!

JeJe: I'm immortal-

Kuro: there's nothing I hate more then being the center of attention

Kuro in his cat form surrounded by girls in Mahirus class: and yet here I am all eyes on me

Kuro: so what do I do now..

Kuro: aside from eat the food they offer me

Kuro: why is everyone hitting me so softly today!?

Inner Kuro: QUIT THE HITTING AND FINISH THE JOB

Sakuya holding one of Tsubakis katanas: you see this? This is real steel

Sakuya: I can actually kill myself in style-

Tsubaki: SAKUYA NO-

Licht: we've been together for 9 months-

Hyde: 10 months

Licht: 9 months

Hyde: 10 MONTHS

Licht: 9 MONTHS

Hyde: 10 M O N T H S

Gear about Kuro and Mahiru: 2 bros chilling in a hot tub 5 feet apart cause they're not gay

Gear: ..... They were in fact raging homosexuals

Kuro: .....

Gear in japan looking for Kuro: oh Gear you've done it again you brought a bitch home and you forgot you're gay

Cappuccino: why is there a pig in the front of a 7/11? That's a pig-

Ildio: ......

Sakuya tapping Mahiru: hey hey wake up

Mahiru: huh?

Sakuya: I just murdered your entire family

Mahiru but- but I live alone? (kinda)

Kuro: *asleep next to Mahiru*

Sakuya: huh? Then who are these people in your house?

Mahiru: there's people in my house?!

Sakuya: WELL NOT ANYMORE... DUMB BITCH.. YOU COULD HAVE DIED.. YOUR WELCOME

Gear to Kuro: I really don't care that you're immortal I'll snap your neck like a twig

Hyde or Tsubaki: HEY BITCHES AND BROS AND NON BINARY HOES

All the Servamps except Kuro: what's more important? Mahiru or us?

Kuro: Mahiru

Hyde: man he didn't even think about it

Literally anyone who just got into Servamp: my god... These bitches gay... Good for them... Good for them...

Kuro: are you mocking me again?

Inner Kuro: oh nononono no-n-no KURO LOOK MAHIRU

Kuro: *turns around*

Inner Kuro: *starts laughing*

Kuro:.... I hate you

Hyde: USE YOUR MUSCLES THAT YOU WORKED SO HARD FOR!

Kuro: he stopped working out last week. He's weak.

Hyde: WHY'D YOU STOP WORKING OUT?

Lily: I WAS SAD!

Inner Kuro: and then I'm gonna eat your boyfriendddd

Mahiru: NO! NO! YOU WILL NOT EAT MY BOYFRIEND

Hugh about Licht and Hyde: IT WAS GAY! WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO APOLOGIZE?! I SAW GAY SO I SAID GAY! THAT AIN'T BULLYING THAT'S ASTUTE OBSERVATION

Licht looking at Shuuhei: what's with the parasol?

Ildio: precious doesn't wanna get a tan he's delicate

(LOOK I JUST REALLY WANTED TO ADD THIS ONE OK-)

Lily: I think this is affecting me mentallyyyy

Lily: like long term shit is gonna FUCK ME UPPP

Lily: I hate myself~ I hate myself~

Tsubaki about literally everyone else: stick around my the smell of queer is hurting my nose

Sakuya: you're literally no exception

Sakuya: what in the fuck knuckles is this

Misono: *holding Lily's hand* he's my boyfriend you intolerant shit

Sakuya: woah pump the hate breaks fox and friends I'm just surprised anyone would date you especially Pinky pie from my little pony

Shuuhei: and that's why before you eat anything you should ask someone you love if it's ok

Ildio: ok! I love you can I eat the guitar?

Shuuhei: N o-

Ildio: aw-

Toru: hi it's me I'm not dead! Which is an awful surprise considering how many people wrote MY OBITUARY YESTERDAY PREEMPTIVELY IN CASE I DID DIE but I didn't

Hyde during that one meeting: bitch do you want me to jump across this table BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY FOR THIS OK?

Kuro: feeling froggy? Leap.

Hyde: ok well here I come *getting on the table*

Ildio grabbing Hyde: Hey!

Lily trying to help stop Hyde: no no no-

Hyde: UH UH UH UH NO LET ME.

Ildio: OK

Hyde: you better tell this bitch who I am.

Kuro: you have exactly 3 seconds to explain why you just woke me up

Hyde: because it's morning and you should be up

Kuro: huh I didn't know you wanted to die today

Hyde: Kuro you can't kill me

Kuro: it's too late I've already decided how

Me reading that one chapter in volume 11: hmmmm this is definitely fruity

Kuro: imagine being like gay or something like that

Mahiru laying next to him: Kuro we've been together for like 8 months

Kuro: ok but that's not like gay gay y'know?

Mahiru: Kuro you're literally a bottom

Kuro: ... That's not gay gay tho-

Hyde: we're here for the cult stuff

Licht: fuck you fire man

Tsurugi: ROCK AND ROLL BUCKAROO

Mikuni: you want me off this bridge you're gonna have to kill me

Licht to Hyde: scratch my heart you demon fuck

Licht: d e m o n

Ildio: you wanna eat Lilys heart?

Lily: NO-

Licht: the demon's a whimp

Hyde: he's lost his mind-

Lily: *crying*

Yuri and Mary with something in their hands: will these help you stop crying?

Lily: what are they?

Yuri and Mary: rocks!

Lily: they're rocks?

Lily hugging them both still somewhat crying: thank you!

Misono: if I went missing for like a week do you think you'd be alarmed?

Tetsu: I think so

Misono: oh that's nice I didn't think you'd be alarmed

Tetsu: you're my friend!

Misono: I don't like how you said that-

Tetsu: YOU'RE MY FRIEND

Misono: why are you yelling "you're my friend!" !?

Tetsu: YOU'RE MY FRIEND

Misono: I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone ok sarcasm is my only defense

Sakuya: you called the police before you called me?

Mahiru: I'm supposed to call first when they find a dead body?

Sakuya: Y E S

Nicco: wdym no?

Ildio: I mean no you wanna hear it in Spanish? "No"

That's all I got for rn

I might make a part 2

It was really fun to make tho!

(Sorry for any grammer mistakes)

#servamp

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writingsoftheghost · 4 years ago

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Flirting

Remus was a lot stronger than any of the other sides. (except maybe Roman, but we don’t want to open that argument up.) He was rather muscular from all the running around and violent acts he regularly partakes in. Now, this is all well and good, if he didn’t use those muscles to absolutely torment Patton. Like, now, for example.

Patton was struggling to carry somethings in a box up to his room, and there Remus was, leaning on the wall, wearing nothing but shorts, a tank top, and a smug look.

“Need some help, Patty?” He asked smoothly.

“Oh, um, that’s okay. I’ve got it.” Patton replied in obvious distress.

“You sure? Looks pretty heavy.” The Duke drawled.

Patton dropped the box then, the box and it’s contents saved only by Remus catching it seconds before it hit the floor.

“You sure I can’t carry this for you?” He adjusts the box in his arms with ease. “It’s no trouble.”

“Um, okay. Thanks, Remus.” Patton was staring at Remus’s arms. He held the box as if it were filled with nothing but bubble wrap.

“Anything for you, cutie,” Remus winked at him, then.

Patton’s cheeks burn as he follows the Duke up the stairs.

Remus sets the box down on Patton’s floor, “Anything else I can help you with?”

“No, I...um, thank you.” Patton can’t help but stare at Remus’s arms still, the tank top look is really distracting the fatherly trait.

“You sure there isn’t anything I can get you? A glass of water to help you cool down, perhaps?” Remus chuckles.

Patton quickly diverts his eyes to the floor, “I-I’m fine.”

Remus lays a hand on Patton’s shoulder before leaving the room, “If you say so.”

Patton’s eyes trail after him, his shoulder burning from Remus’s touch, and his face from his words.

***

Patton was reaching for the cookie jar, Logan must’ve moved it again, on the top shelf. He’d pulled a chair from the table to help him reach the jar, but it just wasn’t working for him. He needed to get just a little closer. He reached. Suddenly his feet have slipped from the chair, Patton closes his eyes, prepared to hit the floor.

Instead he’s met with a warm chest and a bright grin as Remus pulls him into a bridal style hold.

“Woah, there, almost had a splat Pat on our hands. You okay, cookie?”

Patton nods, his face burning, Remus holds him as if he weighed nothing. “Thanks for catching me...”

Remus chuckles, “No problem. Now, what was it you wanted bad enough to almost break your neck over?”

Patton blushes again, Remus hasn’t let him down yet, “A cookie,” he mumbles.

“Ah, I’ve got you.” Remus sets Patton down gently before jumping up on the chair, snatching the jar, and jumping down all in a matter of seconds. “Here you go, Patty,” he hands the jar to Patton. “Don’t be afraid to ask for help next time, okay? Wouldn’t want our favorite little cookie getting crumbled,” he winks.

“O-Oh, thank you...I will.” Patton can only stare at the cookie jar in his hands.

Remus chuckles as he leaves the kitchen. Patton sits down at the table and sighs, his face in his hands. “Why does he do that!” He groans.

“Why does who do what?” Roman asks as he enters the room.

“N-Nothing, just, a-um, cookies?” Patton awkwardly offers Roman a cookie from the jar.

“Thanks...?” Roman takes a cookie.

“Well, I’ve got some stuff to do not here! So I’ll see ya later, Ro!” He stands quickly and rushes up the stairs and to his room. Roman staring at him in confusion as he goes.

***

There’s a knock at his bedroom door. “Patty?” Remus. Shi—shoot, Patton thinks time himself.

“Yeah?” He calls through the door.

“You okay? Ro said you were actin’ kinda strange earlier.”

Patton bites back an exasperated scream, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You promise? Can I come in?”

Patton freezes, if he says no Remus is gonna think something’s wrong. Or worse that he did something wrong. If he says yes Patton is gonna have to deal with Remus talking to him like that and looking like that, and frankly, he’s not all too sure his gay heart can take it. In the end though, he doesn’t really have a choice.

When he opens the door he’s shocked by the look on Remus’s face, the duke looks...apologetic? Why?

He only enters the room a few feet, when he turns back to look at Patton he notices Patton’s hand still on the door knob.

“You can leave it open...if you want to...” Remus mumbles quietly.

Patton decides whatever this is, he probably needs to shut the door. When it clicks shut, Remus looks up in surprise.

“So, Uhm, what di—”

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” Remus interrupts.

“What?” Patton looks at him strangely.

“I mean, I know I embarrass you a little. Like, I get that, but do you actually want me to leave you alone?”

Patton shakes his head, “What are you talking about?”

“The flirting! Does it make you uncomfortable?” Remus’s eyes tell Patton this isn’t a joke.

“I mean, I don’t want you to stop?” Patton shrugs embarrassed.

Remus smiles, “You promise? Because Roman said you looked upset earlier after I left you. And I thought maybe the catch was too much. Was it too much?”

Patton giggles, “No, I...I liked the catch.”

Remus continues a manic fire lighting up his face, “And I didn’t hold you for too long?”

“You didn’t hold me long enough,” Patton blurts out, he quickly covers his mouth, a horrified expression crossing his face.

Remus’s face lights up as he smirks, “Oh really?”

Patton stares down at his feet silently.

“Look at me, cookie,” Remus purrs. He reaches out his hand and tilts the bespectacled trait’s chin up, forcing their eyes to meet. “Would you like me to hold you for a bit?”

Patton’s face is burning, he can’t get his mouth to form words, so he just nods.

Remus’s smirk turns to a wild grin as he scoops Patton up. The smaller side lets out a startled squeak, quickly hiding his face in the other’s chest.

Remus chuckles, Patton can feel it rumble in his chest. “Are you gonna hide from me forever, Patty?” Remus strikes his arm gently.

Patton nods into Remus’s chest, face still burning.

“Alright, cookie. I can wait.” He sits down on Patton’s bed, the other trait nuzzles into his chest. They stay like that for awhile, another conversation being put off for later.

—————

This was for @kawaiikat54 because she wanted some intruality and also because I like writing cutesy stuff. Hope this was what you wanted!

#intruality #sanders sides #fanfic #ts remus #ts roman #sanders sides fic #thomas sanders #creativitwins #remus #ts patton #patton #roman #patton x remus #fic #oneshot #fluff #patton sanders #remus sanders

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omo-time · 3 years ago

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When Klee discovered that so long as two different people activated it, the waypoints could summon more than one boat, she immediately suggested the idea of bumper boats. Lumine’s ability to get attacked by hilichurl’s and slam the thing into rocks more than vouched for the craft’s sturdiness.

“I suppose we can” Albedo agreed. “But for safety reasons only two people per boat” everyone agreed. And the group took turns in pairs. Even Diluc joined in for a round, a bit flustered at how Jean had to sit on his lap to drive the boat.

“I’ll be back” Albedo turned to walk away, he’d needed to relieve himself for a while, but now it was becoming quite urgent.

“Big brother Albedo!” Klee pulled Lumine towards him “big brother Kaeya wants to play with you! And Miss Honorary Knight is gonna play with Klee!” She jumped up and down, excited.

“I… okay” he hoped in the boat with Kaeya, the taller man insisting Albedo sit on his lap.

“Now Klee you know the rules” Lumine lifted Klee gently to sit on her, holding her in place so she didn’t fly around “no bombs, just bumping into each other”

“Klee knows!” She immediately darted it forward and into the side of the other boat.

“W-woah” the jolt was hard to ignore, as it jostled him around just enough to increase his need by a considerable margine. Kaeya eyed him with a smirk.

Out on the water they collided again and again, one clearly being much more agressive than the other. wether from how bad he had to piss, or just not wanting to risk hurting Klee, not even he was sure. It took around 5 minutes before Klee “forgot” the rule and fired a small bomb towards them. It shook aggressively, and Albedo had to tense every muscle in his body to stop himself from leaking.

“O-ow” he mumble to himself.

“You good, Albedo?” Kaeya wrapped an arm around him “if the rocking is making you seasick it’s fine to say you’re done”

“N-no I’m fine”

“Are you sure? You’re sweating and really pale. And to be honest I’d prefer you don’t hurl in here” Kaeya knew what the problem was, he knew the whole time, but he was also a little concerned at how much pain Albedo seemed to be in.

“I-I’m not s-sick Kaeya. I’m fine” he insists, but another slam from Klee sent his hands flying between his legs. “Sorry I just-“

“Let go” Kaeya spoke seductively into his ear “I can tell it hurts, just let it out”

The deep blush spread across the alchemist’s face could rival neon colour in intensity. “W-wha”

“I’ve known the whole time” he placed a hand over Albedo’s bladder “I thought… maybe we could have some fun tonight” the smirk could be heard in his voice.

“O-oh I see…”

“Hey Lumine!” Kaeya called out loudly.

“Yeah?!”

“Albedo and I are gonna go investigate something! Take Klee back to shore. We’ll be back in a bit!” He focused back on the blond. With one hand on the steering controls and another against Albedo’s abdomen, he pushed down and drove away.

“Agh! Mm…” he couldn’t help but relax, leaning back with his head in the crook of Kaeya’s neck. Warmth spread across his lap and soaked into Kaeya’s clothes as well. The relief felt so good he started getting light headed, breathing heavily with his eyes closed.

Kaeya parked the boat behind a rock formation, out of sight of the other’s. Albedo finished not long after, and looked down, embarrassed as it finally occurred to him he just pissed not only all over himself, but his boyfriend too.

“Better?”

“M-much better” he stood and turned around to straddle Kaeya’s lap, pulling him by the collar into a kiss roughly.

“My my, getting antsy aren’t we, Kreideprinz?”

“Just shut up and kiss me”

“That’s exactly what I wanted anyway”

-🌸

Happy almost Venti’s birthday or whatever peeps

Does a gay little dance. Flower anon already knows how I feel about this but now you guys get to see it too hehe

#albedo omorashi #🌸 anon #ask #genshin omo #genshin omorashi #genshin impact omorashi #omo #omorashi #submission

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datninjalyfe · 4 years ago

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Stay, Part 1: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Realization

“Woah, a dance?” Kirishima asked, rubbing the back of his head. The boys were in the locker room, changing out of their formal wear into their P.E. uniform. Iida had just informed everyone that there was to be a dance at U.A. after the class representative meeting. “Like…. with girls?”

“Yes.” Iida said, spinning around to face Kirishima. “It will be held a week from this Friday.”

“Can’t wait.” Mineta said, his mouth starting to drool and his eyes hungry. “See all those girls. With the low-cut dresses and the high skirts showing off their perfect legs—,”

“We were told to behave ourselves.” Iida said, looking past the brim of his glasses to glare at Mineta directly. Katsuki laughed and rolled his eyes. “We’re allowed to bring people from other schools, so feel free to ask whoever you’d like.”

“See, look at that Mineta, you can bring your Mom. Oof!” Kaminari was elbowed at that remark.

“Shut the fuck up, I’ll bring the hottest girl out of all of you!” Mineta said.

“Not with that small thing you call a dick.” Kaminari said, pointing. Katsuki turned around, but it looked pretty average to him. It was gross and limp, but Mineta grabbed a towel from his locker and covered himself. Katsuki laughed and threw a small explosion and Mineta making him jumped and drop the towel. Most of the room laughed until Iida reprimanded Katsuki for starting to fight, but he just smiled, proud of himself for making Mineta drop the towel to get another peek. He just wanted to make sure his was bigger and when that was more than confirmed, he was satisfied.

Mineta marched right up to Todoroki and told him, “I’m asking Yaoyorozu. She’s mine!” Todoroki shrugged his shoulders, zipping up the uniform jacket. Mostly everyone was done getting ready, but they usually had a little time before the girls were done to sit and talk.

“I’ll probably just go in a group.” Todoroki said.

Iida shot a hand out and nodded. “Yes, that’s perfectly fine.”

Katsuki closed his locker and sat down on a bench, putting one leg over one side so he could face everyone. A stupid dance? He hated school events. He sighed loudly. Now they would determine the groups and he’d probably get stuck with Kirishima again. “Also, you are allowed to go home this weekend to get nice clothes for the dance.” Iida added.

“A visit home?” Izuku asked, his eyes perking up. Unlike Katsuki, he was totally entranced with what was going on. Katsuki studied his face well enough growing up to know that face. He was excited. “I’ll text my mom, she’ll be so happy!”

“Try not to get attacked by villains on your way home, Midoriya!” Kaminari said.

“Actually,” Todoroki said. “Would you like to ride the train together, Midoriya?” Katsuki’s leaned in slightly, ears perking up and he listened as Todoroki whispered, “I’d like to talk to you about something.”

Katsuki’s ears shot up at that. They were going to ride home together? Like, together-together? They lived in the total opposite directions. Todoroki narrowed his gaze when Izuku nodded, exchanging knowing looks. What could Todoroki say that I don’t already know? Aren’t we friends, too? His heart skipped for second, but the bell rang and they all piled into the hallway.

“You coming, Kacchan?” Katsuki looked over and saw Izuku standing over him. The sound of a flute played in his voice. A little, annoying flute that’s out of tune.

“Yeah.” Katsuki got up off the bench and followed the large group of people out of the locker room.

What the fuck could they have to talk about?

---

The school day was long, but Katsuki just tapped his pen against his notebook. He couldn’t stop thinking about Izuku riding home with Todoroki this weekend. Maybe it was about the dance? But what did that matter? They weren’t together. He’d caught Todoroki talking to way too many girls. He’s not like that.

Neither are you. A voice in the back of his head told him. He never looked at Todoroki like that, ever. His quirk was stupid and he was a fucking show off. He’s the son the Number 1 Pro Hero. Definitely a spot that Katsuki wanted to be in. He was also good looking, but everyone could see that.

Right?

Katsuki shook his head. He was a little afraid to look at Todoroki, but he finally did after calling himself a pussy one too many times. Just fucking do it. He glanced upwards, looking up to where Todoroki stood at the front of the class. He saw the hair first, parted slightly where the white met the red. He noticed the scar on Todoroki’s face more intently, a serious scar that covered his left eye. His build was strong, especially in the arms, but his shoulders were slim. Not like Katsuki’s, who had a broad shoulder and large chest. A few of the assholes in class joked that Katsuki’s tits were almost as big as Yaoyorozu’s. Katsuki’s eyes drifted down to Todoroki’s slacks. They didn’t display anything out of the ordinary and Katsuki took a sigh of relief. He wasn’t remotely attracted to Todoroki in any way. He slightly laughed at himself for thinking maybe he was gay.

“Sure, we could all be in a group together, Deku!” Katsuki heard Uraraka shout from across the room. “I think that sounds like fun!” Katsuki looked over and saw Izuku smiling at her. Why was he so happy all the damn time? He felt a sudden rush of heat throughout his body, almost uncontrollably, but he took a breath and calmed himself. Using his periphery, he looked across the room again and Deku was talking excitedly with the people he normally hung around. But then, Todoroki walked over to him, and Katsuki watched as Todoroki said something Katsuki couldn’t quite make out that made the both of them smile. At the smile, Katsuki shot up out of his seat, but was almost stopped by Kirishima.

“You alright, Bakugou?” Kirishima asked. That snapped Katsuki out of whatever funk he was feeling. “You look…actually, I’ve never seen that look on you. Confused maybe?” Katsuki growled at him and Kirishima grimaced. “Okay, no, not confused then. Great.” Katsuki sat back down in his seat again as Kirishima said, “So I think everyone is going to this dance in groups. Wanna join mine?”

“Not really, shitty hair.” Katsuki told him. That was true. He thought the dance was a stupid idea.

“That’s too bad since you’re the only one other than Todoroki who has Camie’s number.” Kirishima said, adding the last part quietly.

“Who?” Katsuki asked, looking at Kirishima. “Oh, Camie. The girl from the licensing exam.” Katsuki said. Now there was a girl who could get boys excited. Not only was the insanely hot, but she showed off her body in a black, leather body suit. Her dirty blonde hair waterfalled past her shoulders, making her golden tanned skin gleam in the sunlight. And at that, Katsuki remembered he did have her number from their remedial course together, but she went to school all the way across Japan.

“Dude, she goes to Shiketsu.” Katsuki reminded him.

“I know, it’s just—” Kirishima leaned in. “I think she’s really pretty and I want to, you know, ask her to come with me. I mean, with us, but I want to be the one to ask her and you’re kind of my wing man.”

Katsuki smirked at him, but truthfully, he talked to her so rarely, and thought it would be really awkward. He looked back over and Izuku who was still talking and laughing with Todoroki, their arms waving around enthusiastically. Katsuki felt his cheeks turn pink. What the fuck? Why do I feel like this? He turned back and told Kirishima, “Sure, I got you, man.”

Pulling out his phone, he quickly messaged her:

This is Bakugou from the licensing exam. A friend of mine has something he wants to ask you, can I give him your number?

He looked over again and Izuku had sat down, looking at Todoroki with beaming eyes. A quick vibration and glancing at his phone, the text read:

I remember you, hot stuff. Is he a cutie like you?

Katsuki’s repsonse: Find out for yourself.

I’d rather it be you.

Camie was definitely someone to play with emotions, but he didn’t feel like participating in her games. He showed to text to Kirishima, who groaned. “Ugh, seriously? She’s never even met me, how does she know I’m not hotter than you?”

“Because you’re not.” Katsuki smiled, punching him in the arm. “What do you want me to say?” Kirishima opened his mouth, but then closed it again in intense thought. “I mean, either she comes with you—with us before you get all whatever—or she doesn’t come at all.” He sighed, his head drooping. “Sure, ask her.”

Katsuki looked over at Izuku one more than, and this time, their eyes met. Izuku nervously smiled and Katsuki was suddenly fired up. He looked back at Todoroki and he felt his heart quicken. He watched as Izuku’s cheeks rise up when he laughed and heard his voice carry through the room. He watched at Izuku’s overwhelming facial expressions matched with his arms, excitedly waving around. He watched and his heartbeat quickened even more as Izuku took off the school jacket uniform, unbuttoning it slowly and then peeling it off. I’d like that do that to you, Deku.

Katsuki shook his head. “No, I wouldn’t!” Katsuki said loudly.

There was a pause and Katsuki realized where he was and who he was talking to. “So, you won’t ask her for me?”

He gritted his teeth in anger, the heat once again moving quickly through his body. He typed into his phone: My school is having a dance and I’d like you to go with me and my friends.

In waiting for a response from Camie, his eyes wouldn’t peel away from Izuku’s green, curly hair. Todoroki touched his shoulder and whispered something in his ear, making Katsuki’s heart drop. A vibration from his phone:

Hells yeah, give me a time and place and

I’ll make sure we have a good time.

Kirishima looked at the text, reading it upside down but after a few seconds of digesting it, he looked like he was going to cry. At least someone was happy. He looked back over his shoulder one more time, but to his dismay, Todoroki was flexing his bicep and Izuku was studying it. Getting Iida’s opinion, but the two of them were giving him pointers on how he could keep muscles mass up on his left side, which was his flame side.

But then Izuku reached out touched Todoroki’s muscle and squeezed. Anger raged through Katsuki and he growled, but then stopped himself. WHAT AM I THINKING?!

Ectoplasm entered the class for their lecture, but Katsuki’s head immediately filled with thoughts of he and Deku’s training fight over a month ago. Their breaths were heavy, both of them working on perfecting techniques they’d learned in class. But it was more than that, Katsuki thought. Izuku was shirtless, his pants hanging a little low. He could see the outline of Izuku’s abs perfectly. Stop it. But more images of Izuku flooded his mind and made Katsuki harden slightly. He thought about how Izuku had told him they should practice more and fantasy took over his mind. The thought of Deku’s clothes ripping, teasing Katsuki with a little bit of skin. The thought of their sweaty bodies touching each other. The thought of their lips touching.

He was fully hard now and when he glanced up, class had already begun, all the students were in their seats. Which meant—

—Izuku was sitting next to him.

“Can I please go to the bathroom?” Katsuki didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed a book and stormed out of the classroom. He went into the bathroom, stood above the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t get Izuku out of his head. He breathed heavily, but imagined Izuku near him, behind him, hugging him, holding him.

Kissing him.

But it was just a fantasy. That’s all.

---

He said nothing to anyone the next day either or the day after that. He kept his head down, not looking at anyone. Occasionally, he’d try to convince himself he wasn’t gay, but then settled on the fact that he could be bi, but he’d glance at the men around the room. He was attracted to none of them, but he was careful not to look at the curly green hair next to him, but when his eyes landed on Izuku, his heart would almost stop. He noticed things that he’d seen all his life growing up with Izuku. His freckles—God, those fucking freckles—they were so dark against his pale skin. His hair that Katsuki had pulled as a kid was just as curly in their adolescence. Katsuki wondered if it was just as soft.

“Bakugou, hey.” Kirishima snapped him out of it. He put a hand on Bakugou’s back. “Are…are you feeling okay? We’re all getting kind of worried about you.”

“Worried?” Katsuki asked. Had people noticed when he’d left class the other day?

“Yeah. You know if you ever want to talk, you can, right?” Kirishima’s cheeks went pink. He’d clearly talked to others already about this. Katsuki nodded. “Okay, just making sure. As long as you’re okay.” Kirishima went to turn around and then stopped for a moment before he was inches from Katsuki’s face. The fuck, why is he so close? Does…can he read minds too? “Get the fuck out of my face, Shitty—,”

“It’s Camie, isn’t it?” Kirishima said. Katsuki stared at him. He’d totally forgotten that Camie was traveling across Japan to come to the dance next week. “You…. you like her, don’t you?”

Katsuki didn’t know how to answer. “Um—,”

“It’s—I mean, it’s alright. I’m not mad, just—,” Kirishima lowered his voice. “You’re so manly and girls look at you all the time.”

“Uhhhh,” was all that came out of Katsuki’s mouth. Girls looked at him? Why had he never noticed? Is it because I don’t care? Because—no, stop that! A quick flashback of Izuku catching a butterfly and releasing it from his childhood ran through his mind. He shook it off. “Could—I mean—it’s really—,” WHY THE FUCK CAN’T I TALK?! He whispered to Kirishima. “Could—we should talk, but later. Not now.”

“Sure.” Kirishima looked up at his friend. Seeing that it was more serious than usual, he suggested, “We should go to lunch.”

“Yeah.” Katsuki told him, pushing himself off the wall he was leaning on. The two of them walked through the halls. People passed the two of them, but Katsuki still kept his head down. Once in the lunch room, they grabbed food and sat down next to each other.

“Alright, let’s talk about Camie—,” Kirishima said.

Katsuki had half a brain to hit him. “It’s not Camie, shit head, shut it.” He took a deep breath. “It’s really not Camie. She’s hot, but just…not my type.”

“What?” Kirishima said. “Not your type? The fuck, bruh, she’s every guy’s type—,”

“I just don’t care about her.” Katsuki said. “Once she gets here, I’ll introduce you and you can have her.”

Kirishima was quiet and eventually said, “Okay, then. Thanks, I guess.” Kirishima took a bite of rice. Katsuki stared at his food. “So, what’s with the weird treatment?”

“What’d’ya mean?” Katsuki asked.

“I just mean you’ve been quieter than usual. Even in combat training yesterday, you hardly said anything to anyone. Mineta even called you a boner killer and you still said nothing—,”

“Sticky Balls said what?!” Katsuki turned his to peer at the table that Mineta normally sits at, but quickly turned back around when he caught a glimpse of green hair. Don’t look at him.

“You didn’t notice? We’ve been trying to get your attention for the past few days, but you keep ignoring everyone—,”

He didn’t hear anything else as a group of 3rd years walked past their table and their noise level was louder than everyone else’s. He looked through the group of kids and noticed a third year, Kagayaku Yoroinokishi. The only reason Katsuki remotely learned his name was because he was the only student to come out and tell everyone he was gay. And Mina Ashido, being the gossip she is, ran it through not only their class, but also others. Not that you couldn’t already tell. The guy was incredibly flamboyant, constantly touching his perfectly matted, white hair, as if he were trying to make sure it still looked flawless the way he styled it. His voice and laugh was high pitched like how cartoon girls talked. Katsuki got up, not listening to Kirishima’s call. He stayed behind the 3rd year’s group until Yoroinokishi broke off and went into the bathroom.

Katsuki hadn’t set foot in there since the other day, but took a deep breath before heading in himself.

To Katsuki’s surprise, Yoroinokishi wasn’t in a stall. He was leaning against the wall next to the sinks, looking straight at Katsuki. His arms were crossed, but he was smirking, an eyebrow raised. “It’s kind of weird to follow people around, you know. Jesus, you underclassmen are really something else.”

“Are we alone?” Katsuki said, peering underneath the stalls. He saw no one’s feet and jumped back up.

“I’d assume so.” Yoroinokishi said, taking his backpack off and putting it on the ground. He looked in the mirror and winked at himself.

“I have to talk to someone. About what’s happening to me.” Katsuki said.

“Okay. Let’s talk.” Yoroinokishi said, gesturing for Katsuki to start speaking.

But Katsuki didn’t know where to start. He finally just decided to ask him, “How did you know?”

“You’ll have to be more specific. You’re either referring to how I knew I was gay or how I knew the answer to number 3 of my math homework.”

Katsuki grumbled, “Th-the first one.”

Yoroinokishi stared for moment. “I’ve known since I was little and liked my big Edgeshot shirtless poster over my brother’s Midnight one. I’ve always like boys, so there was no hesitation for me.” He sighed and looking up at Katsuki asked, “People are going to like or hate you based on however society has shaped them. Why do you ask?” Yoroinokishi put his hands in his pockets and waited for answer. But Katsuki couldn’t speak. “Okay, then, I’ll ask the questions. How long have you known you’ve been gay?”

Katsuki glared at him. “I-I’m not—,” but he stopped himself. “I don’t think I am gay because I find girls attractive. It’s just—this one person.”

Yoroinokishi cocked his head. A single strand of red hair fell out of place. “That’s one I’ve never heard.” He shook his head. “So, you’re bi. I still don’t understand why you’ve backed me into a corner. So to speak.” His voice growled deeply and he winked. “Just to clarify, he didn’t like, hurt you in any way, right? He’s not like a creepy uncle?”

“He’s in my class and no, he didn’t hurt me. It’s…well, it’s kind of the other way around.” Katsuki was so confused. “I just don’t know what to do. I can’t stop thinking about him. It’s honestly hard to focus on anything else. I tried to not think about him, I’ve tried avoiding him, but nothing really works. And I can’t get him away from me. Or out of my head. He’s always around. We—well, we grew up together. I can’t tell if I hate him or—,” Katsuki stopped himself and looked down at his hands. He was shaking. That was the first time he’s admitted that, even to himself. “I just don’t know what the fuck to do.” He put his head in his hands, cursing loudly. Tears started to form behind his lids and he almost couldn’t contain it. He flinched when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He moved his hands to see Yoroinokishi’s brown eyes looking at him, but instead of looking worried, they looked happy. “It’s just love, regardless of who it is or what it stands for.”

“I should hate him. I’ve always hated him.” Katsuki said through his tears. “I hate that stupid, fucking nerd.”

Yoroinokishi shook his head and then wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s broad shoulders. He was much taller and Katsuki buried his head in his shoulder. “It’s okay. Just let it out.” He did. For a good five or so minutes, they stood there until Katsuki pulled away. Yoroinokishi used his thumb to start wiping Katsuki’s face. “Maybe you’ve never hated him. Maybe you’ve always loved him and are just realizing it now. People do and say mean things to people they love.” He paused and Katsuki leaned into him. “My father was the one who really pushed me to be straight. I finally told him, but instead of listening, he put me in a vigilante gang. The bastard said it would be good for my quirk to practice and he tried to push the gay out of me. It was—,” he let go of Katsuki and lifted his shirt to reveal a large scar on his stomach. “—rough. It’s like the Quirk Matches we do now, only then, we could hurt others without penalty. It’s super illegal, but I think my Dad justified it because he wasn’t the one hurting me. I rebelled and took it out on the others. I got into fights even outside the matches, but I didn’t want to hide it anymore. So, in my last match my father ever watched, I kissed the opponent instead of fighting him. Took my dad by surprise, but it felt like one of the most natural things in the world to me.” He patted Katsuki on the head. “If it feels natural to love him, then do it. You’ll be surprised.” He pushed away tears falling down Katsuki’s cheeks with his thumb. “I know it’s hard. But I’ll tell you what I told that other 2nd year who cornered me into the bathroom—,”

Katsuki was surprised. “There was another? In my year? Who—?”

But Yoroinokishi shook his head. “When he wants to tell people, he will. Otherwise, my lips are sealed. They are with you as well. But I’ll tell you what I told him: it’s easier to be yourself than it is to try and pretend and be someone else. Even if you aren’t gay.” Yoroinokishi smiled at him and started to walk out.

“Yoroinokishi.” Katsuki said, stopping him. “Don’t tell anyone or I’ll kill you.”

Yoroinokishi smirked. “My lips are zipped!” He winked, but then noticed the tiny strand of hair that had fallen in front of his face. “By the way, puh-LEASE don’t call me Yoroinokishi. Call me Yoyo.” With that, the upperclassman left, leaving Katsuki in the bathroom.

He walked over to the sink and rinsed his eyes and face, which were puffy and red from crying. He checked his phone and seeing he was almost late for class, he realized he couldn’t be seen like that. He waited a few minutes, pulling his phone out of his pocket and scrolling through social media, trying to distract himself. But he ran across a picture of Izuku, and his heart pained in his chest. Instead of scrolling past it, he stared at it for a few moments. Izuku’s smile in the picture was so wide, it actually brought Katsuki to smile too.

Feeling ready, he walked into his class, feeling much better. When he sat down, he noticed everyone looking at him. Kirishima patted him on the shoulder. “You okay, man?”

Katsuki looked over at him, his eyes worried, but he smirked and said, “All you extras worry for nothing. I’m fine.” They relaxed a little and most went back to the classwork. But Katsuki looked at Izuku, who hadn’t taken his eyes off of Katsuki. Instead of looking away this time, Katsuki stared right into his perfectly round, bright green eyes. Their gazes locked and Katsuki felt his heart race in his chest, holding it for just a moment longer before finally telling him softly, “Really, I’m okay.” Izuku’s cheeks turned a little pink in the midst of their gaze. Katsuki watched Izuku’s eyes blink a few times until he finally looked away. Katsuki laughed to himself and licking the tip of his pen, he got ready for the next class.

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sprnklersplashes · 4 years ago

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heart of stone (7/?)

AO3

Unlike most of his peers, Damian isn’t excited at all about moving out. There’s a lot he loves about living at home-having a mom who cooks him his own meals, not having to pay bills, living withing walking distance of his best friends and a not having to do his own laundry. All those little conveniences are things he’ll miss sorely when that day comes, but the biggest reason has nothing to do with any of that. No, the reason he dreads moving out is because he’s not sure if he’ll be able to find a roommate that will put up with his constant singing around the house. Especially around audition time.

Which is why now, he’s practicing his rendition of Dressing Them Up in his bedroom, his mom being incredibly cool about the whole thing downstairs and Janis on Facetime, earbuds in and bopping along with him and giving him more enthusiasm than the actual audience probably will.

“You sound great.” She’s sitting cross legged on her hospital bed in a sweater and leggings, her face more bare than it was yesterday, but her eyes still bright and laugh lines creased around her eyes and mouth. She’s still her.

It was tough, seeing her for the first time, but weirdly, it wasn’t nearly as tough as he thought it would be. Once he got past the strangeness of the hospital environment and the little emotional hiccup she had with Cady, he knew she’s still her. Hard situation, uncomfortable new world, but still his Janis.

“You think so?” he says. “I don’t know about this song. All the forums say it’s a really good song to audition for the Emcee with.”

“And it’s your party piece,” she tells him. “Remember freshman year, you sang it for my grandpa?”

“I miss your grandpa,” he sighs.

“I’ll let him know. He calls me weekly now.” She shifts on the bed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Before he even realises what she’s doing, he checks her arm. No IV in there. Why does that make him feel better? “So do you think you’re going to change it?”

“Should I?” he asks, looking through his music. “The audition’s tomorrow. I don’t know if I can research and learn a new song by tomorrow.”

“Then don’t,” she tells him. “You’re overthinking it.”

“You’re telling me off for overthinking,” he says rather indignantly, raising an eyebrow at her. “This is the same girl who texted me at 2 in the morning for my opinion on a dog meme to send to Cady.”

“I needed a second opinion,” she says.

“Thought you didn’t need opinions,” he teases.

“Maybe I need yours,” she says softly, the grin on her face lighting up the screen. “Dick.”

“Don’t even love you,” he replies, blowing a kiss softly to the screen. Janis giggles, hiding her face behind her hand.

“Okay, you have the scene worked out as well?”

“I think so.” He picks up the extract from his bed. He’s done it for everyone, Janis, his mom, Janis’ mom, Cady, even the plastics. He learned that day that Gretchen is amazing at giving weirdly specific compliments and also knows more about theatre than he’d have guessed. Maybe in another life she’d be a drama geek like him. “It’s just an audition anyway. They’re not looking for the finished product. Just potential.”

“And you my good man are 6’2” of raw mother fucking potential.”

“Janis, language!”

“Raw mother freaking potential. Sorry, mom.” Somewhere behind the phone, Janis’ mom says something and Janis chuckles, rolling her eyes. “I’m not allowed to cuss in here. Since this is a ‘children’s ward’.” She quotes the word with her fingers. “Which is apparently where I belong.”

“You are a children,” he reminds her.

“I am older than you!” she spits back, laughter shaking her voice. She leans back on the bed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. The joke slips from her face, leaving soft sincerity in its place. “Are you nervous?”

“I don’t get nervous.” She raises her eyebrow at him, of course. By now she can see into his brain like there’s a little window on his forehead. It’s why he can’t bullshit with her, and conversely, why she can’t with him. “A little. I just really want a good role, you know. It’s our last show.”

“Which is why you’re going to ace that audition so hard,” she tells him. “Just don’t drink dairy in the morning and do your breathing before you go in. And stay away from the candy!”

“Pity you’re not here to remind me,” he says.

“True, but I did take the liberty of passing on all the info to Cady,” she tells him. “She knows what to do.”

“You’re a hero, babe.”

“Don’t I just know it,” she says. “Are you going to do the whole ‘dress for the part you want’?”

“Of course.” He runs over to his wardrobe and shows her the outfit he’d picked out for tomorrow, black silk waistcoat and black skinny jeans, his dance shoes in his bag. “What do we think?”

“Oh, that’s so sexy,” she tells him. “We need to bring waistcoats back to the collective again. I miss them.” Before he can answer, she looks beyond the camera, nodding along to a conversation he can’t hear. She casts an anxious glance at him, so quickly that he would have missed it if he blinked. “Okay. Okay, yeah fine, I know. Okay fine.” She turns back to him, letting out a long exhale that makes the hair on his arms stand up. He can’t help it; he has built-in parental instincts and they’ve been heightened ever since Janis went to hospital. So much so that even when she flashes up a peace sign and grins, it’s hard for him to grin back. “I have to bounce. Go get a good night’s sleep, ace it tomorrow, and tell the drama club that my services are still available.”

“I’ll let them know,” he says. He sits on the bed, tucking one leg under his body. He’s reluctant to let her go, their time together so precious now. “I love you, honey pot.”

“Love you more, bitch.” Her face freezes and then she’s gone. Not gone, he corrects himself. Just… not around for him right now.

“Okay,” he exhales, giving himself a shake. She’s fine. She said she was fine, she looked fine, she is fine. And she will be fine. She even said that she might be well enough to come see him in the show, all things going smoothly. The thought alone is enough to make him smile. Of course she will. The show won’t be for months anyway. He just has to get through this first. So he picks up his music and bounces down the stairs, ready to treat his mom and sisters to yet another rendition.

*****

It’s just after second period when the nerves do start to kick in. He’s not scared or intimidated, he can’t be he approaches auditions the way Cady would a calculus test, as a thrilling challenge to be overcome and a way to improve, whatever the outcome. But like he said to Janis, it’s his last year. He’s not gotten parts before but would be different. He wouldn’t throw a fit or leave the show if he didn’t get it, those types of divas make him cringe so much it hurts. But he can’t shake the idea that it wouldn’t be as special if he were in the ensemble in his last year. Besides, this is his part. Always has been.

“Hey.” He jumps off the floor, so wrapped up in his own thoughts he’d barely noticed the person sliding up beside him. He’s even more surprised when he sees who it is; Regina, wearing a lacrosse jersey over her white dress and a smile that’s uncharacteristically apprehensive. Since when did Regina George doubts? More to the point, since when did Regina talk to him? He wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t even know his name until Cady told him. He just assumed he was ‘Janis’ gay friend’ to her, nothing more. The same way she’s nothing more than ‘asshole Queen Bee I��d punch given the chance’ to him.

“Hi,” he says flatly. Her smile falters at his tone, and he has to hide his own smirk behind his locker door. Someone clearly isn’t used to not being given the golden treatment.

“So… how’s Janis doing?”

And the surprises keep on coming.

“You care?” he snorts.

“Yeah, I do.” Her tone is more defensive this time, the familiar anger that’s become her trademark making an appearance. Somehow, she sounds more natural this way. She shakes her head and tosses her dark hair over her shoulder. “You’ve talked to her recently, I’m guessing.”

“Of course I have. She’s my best friend,” he fires back, suddenly finding himself on the defence. Heat prickles on his skin and he wants nothing more than to get out of this conversation.

“I just… wanted to know how she’s doing,” she says, her voice quiet and her arms crossed over her chest. He closes the locker door and looks at her, trying to find some semblance of the ruthless predator he knows rather than the timid, vulnerable creature before him. It’s unsettling, seeing her like this, and he’s almost certain it’s a trap. “So how is she?”

“She’s great.” He slams the locker door closed and now it’s her turn to jump. “Janis is doing great. And she’s being let out for a week on Friday. So, she’s great.”

“O-okay,” she replies. She picks at her nails, her eyes growing wide. It’s only when she takes a step back that he can breathe again. She gives an attempted smile and it doesn’t look right on her face. “That’s cool. That’s good to hear.”

“Yeah.” He puts his bag on his shoulder and pushes past her. Admittedly, he does feel a little guilty here. Regina’s a horrible person, but she’s still a person, right? Maybe she is worried about Janis, that there’s some sincerity beneath the make-up.

No. Of course not. And if Regina wanted his respect, she should have started back in middle school. And in any case, why is he even thinking about Regina? He’s got way bigger things to worry about today than her.

He checks his phone at lunch, finding nothing from Janis. Which is normal these days. Normal re-adjusted pretty quickly and she’s just finished another round right about now, so she’s probably resting from that. Besides, no news is good news, as his mom likes to say.

“Damian. Damian!”

“Woah, yeah, I’m here.” He shakes his head, grabbing the side of the table. He really needs to tune back in today. Cady is sitting beside him, her hand on his shoulder and her eyes big with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I am,” he says, patting her hand. “Just daydreaming, kid.”

“Okay.” Silence settles over them, tight and uncomfortable. It hurts. Janis’ absence hasn’t rocked their friendship at all, but at the same time it’s felt like there’s been something missing since the start of the year. And that there’s constantly something going unsaid with them. “When’s your audition?”

“T minus four hours,” he tells her. “They’re after school.”

“Speaking of I see you’ve broken out the two-litre bottle of water.”

“Are you kidding me?” he asks. “Honey, I am a professional.”

“A professional drama queen,” she teases. “You think you’re ready?”

“As I can be. My mom and sisters all gave me a standing ovation,” he says proudly. “And I think my cat liked it.”

“I mean that’s all the validation you need,” she says. “When you go into your first Broadway audition, all you need to tell them is how highly your cat recommends you.” They burst into laughter as Karen and a forlorn-looking Gretchen sit down next to them, Karen holding the other girl’s hand and looking helplessly at Cady and Damian.

“Hey, what’s up, Gretch?” Cady asks. Without a word, Gretchen slides a crumpled sheet of math questions over the table and lets out a huff. Despite trying not to look, Damian can’t help noticing the score at the top, and the “see me” written at the bottom. Cady’s face falls instantly as she takes in a sharp breath. “Well, it’s just the second week. And it’s one homework.”

“Oh, what’s the use,” Gretchen sighs. “I’m never going to get it. It’s all so complicated. I wish I had a brain like yours, Cady. You’re super great at math.”

“Well you’re good at stuff too,” Cady responds.

“Yeah,” Karen agrees. “Like you’re super good at English. And at picking out clothes.”

“I don’t think Ms Gardner will appreciate me picking out clothes,” she says glumly. “Besides, I need to get better at math this year. For one thing, my dad will totally kill me if I get another C.”

“Well… hey why don’t I tutor you?” Cady offers, changing Gretchen’s entire demeanour in an instant. She sits up and gasps, a smile breaking out across her face and lighting up the cafeteria.

“You would? Really?” she squeaks.

“Of course! I mean, I did all this stuff last year, so I know it well. What do you say?”

“Oh, thank you so much!” She reaches out the table and grabs Cady’s hand, and judging by Cady’s face, it’s stronger than you might think for Gretchen’s slight frame. “This makes me feel so much better.”

“What does?” Regina sits down beside her, looking from Cady to Gretchen and funnily enough, avoiding Damian entirely.

“Oh, Cady’s going to tutor me in math,” Gretchen explains.

“Oh, cool,” Regina says. “You know that’ll look great on a college application.”

“Yeah. I mean of course that’s not the only reason I’m doing it,” Cady replies, smiling at Gretchen. “But I know. All I’ve heard since we got back is ‘college applications’.”

“Me too,” Damian sighs. “And I am not looking forward to telling Miss Meyer I want to do theatre.” He rolls his eyes and mimics shooting his head.

“Oh, hey Damian, Cady?” Karen asks. “Can I ask you something.”

“Um… sure?”

“What kind of muffins does Janis like?” The four of them all fall quiet, Damian looking to a confused Cady before back at Karen, who seems to be the only one who sees the sense here.

“Muffins?” he echoes.

“Mm-hm. Well, I want to bake her muffins to cheer her up, and since you two are her besties, I thought you’d know,” she explains. “Trust me, there’s nothing worse than bringing someone the wrong muffins. One time my cousin brought my other cousin muffins that weren’t her favourite and I was so, so ashamed for her.”

“Oh, okay,” he says. Karen nods severely, apparently taking the muffins incredibly seriously. “Um… she really likes raspberries I guess. Oh, and white chocolate. That’s one of her favourite combos.”

“Perfect!” she chirps. “I’ll start shopping for those tomorrow. I told my mom about her and she said she might like something sweet.”

“That’s… really nice,” he says. Life with the former-Plastics is a surprise even after spending the summer with them. He isn’t sure how ‘former’ he’d consider them, especially Regina, but they’re softer than they were a year ago. Gretchen more caring, Karen more kind. Or maybe they were always like that and he simply didn’t notice.

As they get up to leave, he takes out his phone and checks it. Still nothing from her.

He walks Cady to her next class, the two of them being on the same floor.

“Should I wait for you until your audition’s done?” she asks him.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” he says, patting her on the back. “Go live your life, little one.”

“Okay, but…” She rests her head on his shoulder and warmth sparks in his fingers and a stupid grin crosses his face. “Would you like me to wait until after your audition? We can go to the donut place after?”

“Did Janis tell you to do that?” Grabbing donuts after auditions to unwind has been their tradition since middle school.

“Well, yeah,” she says, shrugging innocently. “Just thought it would be cool. It’s what you always do, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah of course, totally. That’d be awesome.” They stop outside her history classroom. “Okay, I will see you later.”

“I’ll be in the library,” she explains. “You can meet me there?”

“Awesome blossom.” They have a quick high-five before he sets off down the hall to American Literature. As he goes, he finds a small but fierce sense of anxiety sparking in his chest and he can’t work out what it’s for. Probably the audition. After all, no amount of experience can chase away the terror of this process. Waiting around, learning and re-learning lines, sitting by his computer waiting for an email and fighting through crowds to see the cast list. He puts up a confident face, but that will never stop shaking him.

He takes out his phone again, just to check the time and location again. There’s nothing from Janis again, which is fine. Completely.

“Damian Hubbard.” He halts and looks up at the face of his Literature teacher, Mr Bock. He’s not great, but he’s not awful either. Once upon a time he may have actually liked kids. “Is that phone meant to be out during school hours?”

“No, sir,” he replies, sliding it back into his pocket and hoping for the best.

“Well come on, you’re in my class next and I won’t have anyone being tardy.”

“No, sir,” he repeats, doubling his pace and making it into the classroom, looking up at the clock as he does so. Just three more hours to go.

*****

He spends the time waiting for his slot breathing and doing small vocal warm-ups, enough to get him ready but not enough to irritate anyone else. As well as consoling a fearful looking little freshman kid. There are few things in the world that warm his heart quite as much as seeing new faces in auditions and watching them bloom during the show. He always makes sure to build connections with each and every one of them, taking up the role he wished someone had done for him. By the time Damian’s name is called, the freshman is grinning and his hands are nearly steady and he even whispers ‘good luck’ before he goes in.

“Afternoon all,” he greets the panel; Miss Petersen, the director/oldest drama teacher, and the perky little new one, fresh out of teaching college and rearing to go, as well as the choreographer and head of the drama club. Three familiar faces and one new, all smiling back at him. Something he tells every freshman; they want to cast you. He hands the sheet music to the girl at the piano and takes his spot, always remembering to smile and compliment her.

“Hi Damian, how are you?” Petersen asks.

“I’m great,” he replies. He clears his throat slightly, not having realised how tight it was. Did he not warm up enough? “Ready to go.”

“Okay so what song have you picked for us today?” the new teacher asks. Miss Hadsell, someone said her name is. She’s cute, with wide dark eyes and blonde hair in a messy braid. He wonders if she also takes art, he hasn’t seen her around the art room.

Then he remembers he hasn’t been in the art room this year.

“I have picked Dressing Them Up from Kiss of the Spider Woman,” he says brightly, bringing himself back. Here and now, that’s what matters.

“Good choice,” Miss Petersen says. “And you’ll be reading for the part of the Emcee?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay.” She grins at him, although it doesn’t really do anything to bring his focus back. What is wrong with him today?

He takes two deep breaths, and then another, and quickly shakes out his hands before nodding to the pianist. Once the song starts, he’ll be fine. Lost in the music, laser focussed. And he is. After missing the first note. He’s never missed a note before. Still, he manages to pick up the rest of it and keep going, throwing everything into it.

But it doesn’t feel enough. Like something is holding him back. Every time he’s sang this song before it’s come as naturally as breathing, the movements coming from him, not a character or persona. Now nothing feels right. Like he’s on a string and someone else is moving his limbs and every gesture is artificial.

By the time he finishes, it’s almost a relief. And he’s never thought that about performing.

“That was great!” Miss Hadsell says. “You must love that song a lot.”

“It’s an old favourite of mine,” he agrees. He can still bring this back. Maybe it was better than he thought.

He reads through two scenes for them before he’s asked to leave. At least those are stronger, partially because he knows them like the back of his hand. He feels more himself in them, or rather he feels more like the character. Even if his mind’s still a little fuzzy, it clicks for him. If only it could have happened earlier.

Rather than running right to the library and Cady afterwards, he sinks down onto a bench in an empty corridor, wringing his hands together. He doesn’t remember ever feeling that nervous or having an audition like that. Not even when he was a kid. Being in drama clubs since he could walk chased away the strong jitters that could affect him like that. So what happened in there?”

You know a voice in his head whispers. He goes to wave it off, but he can’t quite do it. Because what if there’s some truth in it. He’s worried about Janis, he’s only human. But he has it under control. She’s getting what she needs and she’ll be back with him by Christmas, and they’ll move forward like nothing ever happened. He presses his fist into his palm and bites his cheek. He’s handling it, and his own issues have never affected his performances before. Why would they now?

There’s no point in worrying now, he tells himself. It’s over, so just go home, tell everyone it was fine and whatever happens, happens.

It’s with that mantra that he gets up and heads to the library to pick up Cady.

*****

The next day is Wednesday and when he wakes up he’s suddenly immensely excited and won’t pretend he doesn’t know why. As his mom likes to say, ‘Wednesday is halfway to the weekend’. Which is enough of a reason to be happy in itself, but this means something more. It means it’s two days until Janis gets out of hospital and three days until they hang out again. They arranged it a few days ago; a movie night in her place, just like always, with blankets and pillows and junk food and an equal balance of musicals and old sci-fi and horror. So he can’t not be excited, so much so that it’s enough for him to block out the memories of his audition yesterday.

So when he half-walks, half-dances into the kitchen, it’s justified, and what’s more, his mom picks up on it.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” she remarks.

“Sun’s shining, birds chirping,” he replies as he puts on the coffee pot and pops bread into the toaster.

“Did you talk to Janis at all last night?”

“A bit.” He pours himself a cup and one for his mom. All the milk in his and one sugar for him, black and two sugars for his mom.

“How’s she doing?”

“She’s fine,” he says. “You know her. Tough as hell, fighting anything.” His phone vibrates in his pocket and it brings an instant smile to his face. “As a matter of fact that’s her now… oh…”

Janis’ message is a picture of the medical student, Jackson, fiddling with her IV, shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Below is the caption ‘forgot to send you this yesterday. Thought you might enjoy’. And a winking face, of all the emojis.

‘Appreciated, thank you,’ he texts back. ‘Though I am debating the ethical ramifications of this.’

He probably won’t get an answer for a while. She tends to sleep in in the mornings.

“Her poor mother,” his mom sighs, seemingly to herself. He looks up at her, her hands tight around the hug and her head shaking. “I mean, poor Janis as well of course. No one deserves to go through that. But if anything like that were to happen to you…” She runs a hand through his hair, a fond smile along with her sad features. “God knows what I’d do.” There’s a small moment, a sigh, and then she kisses his head.

“Mom, you’re so mushy,” he sighs, not meaning any of it. Mushy is a well-established Hubbard trait passed from mother to son and he’s not ashamed of it, not at all. It’s that exact mushy-ness that gives him the capacity to love his friends the way he does and let them feel it every chance he can. He’d never trade it for anything. “I have to get ready. Don’t want to be late. Love you!”

When he gets into homeroom, Cady is bent over her notebook with her pens out, which strikes him as odd. Surely the study bee Cady Heron isn’t catching up on homework already. He’s not even catching up on homework yet.

“Hey.” He pulls on her ponytail, a far more amusing way of getting her attention that tapping her shoulder. She grins and looks up at him, stretching out her arms. “What are you working on?”

“Trying to make a schedule for tutoring,” she explains, handing it over to him. The page is divided into seven days and those into hour long slots, and true to form, everything is colour-coded. School is green, Mathletes is blue, and so-called ‘Janis time’ is purple. Her name is written in silver glitter pen rather than black ballpoint, and there’s a little star doodled in the corner. It’s nothing short of adorable, and Cady’s cheeks go pink as he knowingly catches her eye. “Gretchen says she can’t do weekdays, so I might squeeze her in on Saturday mornings.” She takes the page and tilts it, scrunching up her face. “Wonder how many more I can fit in.”

“How much tutoring does she need exactly?” he asks.

“It’s not just Gretchen,” she says, shrugging. “I just thought, well, why not expand it. See who else needs tutoring? I could make some money off of it. And it looks great on-”

“The college applications,” he finishes, earning an eyeroll from her. Still, they both smile. “I think that’s a great idea little slice. As long as no-one’s faking stupid to score a date with you.”

“Oh hush,” she chides, swatting at him playfully. “Besides, no one would dare. Half our grade is kind of terrified of Janis.”

“We all know she could still kick their collective asses.”

“Even hopped up on chemo, she could.”

“Yeah, completely.” Something shifts inside him, and suddenly his smile feels more plastered on that natural. Keep it together, he tells himself. “So has anyone gotten back to you about tutoring?”

“I haven’t put the word out yet,” she says. “Although I did make this!” She reaches into her bag and hands another page to him, this time with a photo of her in the centre and “Tutoring Services-Math and Science, specialising in calculus” printed below it, and her phone number and email address in a different, cursive font below. And true to form, she decorated it with little ClipArt lions and tigers. “What?”

“Nothing.” He hands her it back. “It’s just very you. And if I needed help with math, I’d call you in an instant.”

“You flatter me,” she jokes, putting it back in her backpack and dropping it on the floor. It catches his eye and he doesn’t understand why it would for a second, but then he remembers. She bought this backpack the day they went to the mall. She picked the white one with the little frogs. Janis had laughed at it, affectionately calling her a ‘permanent child’. That was the day Janis had passed out. The day she had overslept. The day before she had gotten that doctor’s appointment. And all the while, none of them knew the truth. None of them had put the pieces together.

“Damian?”

“Oh, yeah.” He nods quickly. “Yes, you should definitely do that.” Across from him, Cady’s eyebrows are shot up, her mouth half open. He’s blown it. Whatever ‘it’ is.

“Okay,” she sighs. “Um… are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay.” He leans back in his chair and tosses his head. “Look at me, I’m the King of Okay, baby girl.”

“I know a bad Doctor Who reference when I hear one,” she tells him. She taps her pencil on the desk. If she knows a Doctor Who reference, then he can recognise a tell. She’s building up to something. “Look, it’s okay if you’re not okay. I mean what’s going on right now with Janis… it’s rough. It’s okay if you’re a little out of it. I am too.”

“Well that’s fine, but I’m not.”

The words shock him as soon as they leave his mouth. He wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t said them at all, rather someone behind him, and he wishes that were the case. He’s not like that. Those words are sharp and he’s rarely ever sharp. He made himself a promise never to be sharp or cruel or nasty unless absolutely necessary. He’s put in so much work over the years building up his cheerful, warm persona and it took a while for it to become fully natural. Apparently, he still needs work, because Cady’s face is falling at his outburst and she’s turning around him her chair and his gut is twisting and churning with guilt.

“Caddy, wait.” He reaches out and grabs her shoulder. “I’m-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to come out like that. It’s just-I’m so sorry, Caddy.”

“Hey.” Cady takes his hand and wraps her own around it, giving it a comforting squeeze. “It’s okay. Everything’s a lot right now.” Is it? Well, it is anyone can see that. But he’s coping, he’s sure of it. He woke up today so full of happiness he may have burst. How did he go from that to this in the space of an hour?

“Yeah,” he simply says. He runs his thumb over Cady’s knuckles, still shaken from what he said. He grips her hand tighter as if that can make sense of it. “I’m sorry.”

Despite Cady telling him it’s okay, a bad feeling follows him around all day, guilt combined with something else he can’t figure out. It leaves him feeling nauseous and uneasy all through his classes and even during lunch with his friends. It sits there all day, right in the pit of his stomach and wearing him out. By the time his first class after lunch starts, all he wants to do it go home. That very last bell is music to his ears and he barely remembers to bid goodbye to his friends before bolting out the door.

His hands are cold and unsteady as he pulls books out of his locker, his heart beating quickly and faintly beneath his shirt. He checks his phone, his messages empty, and makes a mental note to text Cady later before closing his locker and heading to the front gate. Hopefully by the time he gets home he’ll have come back to himself.

“Damian!”

Oh god, he thinks, suppressing a sigh. Ms Towers slips out in front of him, a file held close to her chest and her glasses perched on her head. She’s the school guidance counsellor, someone he’s never really interacted with. All of his issues were either fixed or in the process of that by the time he reached high school. She sure had her work cut out for her when the Burn Book was released though.

“Um, hi,” he says.

“Could I grab a quick word with you?” she asks.

No you cannot is what he wants to say. The school bell has gone, I’m free now.

“Sure,” is what he says instead, and his body follows her into her little office and even takes the seat she offers. It’s only when she sits down that he turns off autopilot. “Is this going to take long? Only I’ve got a lot of homework.”

“Not long at all,” she replies. She clears her throat, pretends to fix some papers on her desk, and leans forwards on the desk, her hands clasped beneath her. “Damian, what you’re going through is very difficult.”

“That’s indeed one word for it.”

“And the schoolboard is fully aware of any challenges you might be facing this year,” she goes on. “You probably know your teachers are all aware of the toll this may take on your schoolwork.” He hadn’t actually thought of that before. “But there are many support systems in place outside of the classroom. I want you to know that if you need any of them, we would be more than happy to schedule something for you. You could talk to me, or one of my colleagues on the care team, during one of your free periods maybe once or twice a week? Or if you want, our pastoral care team would be more than willing to talk to you in the school chapel-”

The image of Damian sitting in a church sitting on a pew talking to a priest about anything is so ludicrous to him that he actually bursts out laughing in her face.

He’s really being the resident asshole today, isn’t he?

“Sorry,” he replies, making a show of clearing his throat. “Something caught in my throat. You know how it is.”

“Oh, of course. I can get you some water if you like.” He shakes his head, taking his own bottle out of his bag, and gives her a gesture to keep talking. “Just if you want to avail of any of these services, they’re here. We’re all here for you Damian. So… do you think you might?”

“I appreciate the offer,” he says. His hand wraps tightly around his knee. “I really do. But I’m fine. I don’t need any school therapy or anything like that.”

“I don’t mean therapy,” she says. “Well, I could. But just if you needed a quick chat. This is a hugely stressful situation.”

“I know,” he snaps. He takes a deep breath in. He feels as though his insides are shaking, like a town caught in an earthquake. “I know. But I’m fine. I’m coping. And I have my own people anyway. I’ve got my friends; I’ve got my mom.” He stands on sore and unsteady legs and puts his bag on his back. “Besides, everything’s fine. Janis is coming home this weekend and we’re going to have a movie night and it will be exactly like it always has been. So we’re all good here.”

He lets her nod before bolting out the door. He doesn’t let anyone slow him down this time as he runs outside, down the front path and out the school gates, only starting to slow down when he’s off that street.

All the while, he doesn’t let himself think about Ms Towers’ offer, because doesn’t need it. He’s good. He’ll make himself good if he has to. He’s had enough practice at that after all.

*****

Saturday night takes forever to come around. The clocks on the wall tick by too slowly no matter where he is. Janis must get home late on Friday, because at some time after nine she posts a video of her dog cuddling her on her bed with the caption ‘I missed this boosh so much’. While Maxie takes up half the screen, he can see the smile in her cheeks. She looks good, healthy, happy, and that’s the main thing.

But finally the time comes, and he’s standing on her doorstep with a rucksack full of treats, DVDs, and the sleepover essentials. Butterflies flutter in his stomach, something he hasn’t felt since the early teens, and he has to hold back his arm lest he press the doorbell again.

“Hubbard!”

“Sarkisian!”

The moment he’s in her house, he envelopes her in a hug, letting her head rest in his shoulder and his hand rubbing up and down her back. His knees buckle in relief once she’s back with him, back hugging him. Sure he’s seen her before back in the hospital, but that was too alien. This is home. This is real.

“Missed you, dork,” she whispers.

“Missed you more,” he replies. When they finally let each other go, he sees her dressed down, blue and green galaxy leggings and a deep purple sweatshirt with a cartoon dinosaur on the front. Sleepover wear.

In the living room, Laura is setting up a bowl of popcorn and a try of tortilla chips, as well as a litre bottle of water and one of lemonade. She brightens up at the sight of him, hugging him lightly like you would a family member.

“Nice to see you, kid,” she tells him. “Hey how were the auditions? Janis told me they were this week.”

“Oh yeah,” he replies. It’s an effort not to wince. “They were fine. You know.”

“Well, we’ll be expecting front row tickets,” she tells him. “And a discount.”

“Sorry Laura no can do. Janis knows the importance of providing funds for the drama club.” Behind her mom, Janis nods as she fiddles with the DVD player.

“Oh, Janis, hon, let me do that.”

“It’s fine,” she replies, force behind the words. “I’ve got it. Besides you’re the one always asking me how to work it.”

“Fair enough,” she mutters. “Well, you two enjoy your night. I’m just down the hall if you need anything.”

“Cool. Thanks Mom.”

“Do you want me to take the dog out?”

“We can keep him. I think he’s missed Damian anyway.”

“And I’ve missed him,” Damian adds in. Maxie is pawing at Damian’s legs, his head rubbing against his legs and his tail wagging.

“Okay, just make sure you keep him calm. Otherwise he won’t let you sleep.”

“We’ll keep him calm,” Janis promises. “He’s a good boy.”

Laura mutters something to the contrary as she leaves, the door clicking shut behind her. Janis rolls her eyes at her.

“She’s so mean to the baby,” she says, patting the ground. “Come here Maxie-boy. Isn’t mama just the meanest and nastiest to the poor baby boy?”

“Should I leave you two alone?” he asks, only half-joking. Janis looks up from where she was making kissy faces at her dog and chuckles.

“I missed him,” she says. “Can you blame me? Imagine not letting your dog into the hospital with you.”

“It’s lunacy all right.” He kneels down beside her, opening up his rucksack. “Okay, I brought chocolate peanuts, I brought mini pretzels, I brought sour gummies. And to top it off, I brought your faves… crispy NemNems!” He holds up the box of M&Ms, wiggling them in her face. She bats them away, grinning.

“Perfection. Okay, what do we watch first?”

“You pick. That’s the rule after all, remember?” he reminds her. “Your house, your rules.”

“Okay. Then I pick…” She holds up the DVD to him; A Nightmare On Elm Street and wiggles her eyebrows. One of her favourites, which just so happens to be one of his least favourites. He’s not a horror fan. It’s one of the few disagreements they have.

“Deal. But I may have to hide behind your hair.”

They settle themselves on the couch, a pair of blankets resting on the heater behind them and Maxie plopped on top of them for extra warmth. His little head is on Janis’ lap, demanding pets, and she is only too happy to oblige. He snuggles further into her with his paws up on his legs and whimpering whenever she so much as shifts.

“Someone missed you.”

“Yeah he did,” she replies, her voice fond. “You know when I came into the kitchen last night he peed himself because he was so excited.” She leans down to the dog and starts speaking in what they call her ‘Maxie-voice’. “Didn’t you to a peepee on the floor and Daddy had to mop it up?”

“Awww. Also ewww.” Janis digs him the ribs even as she laughs. Maxie is oblivious to this, his ears pricking up as he looks between the two of them. Damian cracks open the snacks, already commandeering the tortilla chips (what can he say, he’s a carb lover) and placing the rest of them delicately between them before opening the M&Ms and handing them to Janis.

“Oh, thanks…” She picks a few out of the bag while holding the dog down with the other hand, lest he eat something he shouldn’t.

When he looks back in the bag, it’s like no-one took anything. Sure enough, there’s probably only three or four in her hand right now. And they’re one of her favourite things in the world, ever. She’s hidden them under pillows at sleepovers before. Before he can stop, she notices him looking and gives him a shrug.

“I’m just not that hungry,” she explains, taking a sip of the water. “It’s fine.”

It’s fine. There you go. She said it’s fine, so it’s fine.

Despite that reassurance, and against his better judgement, he doesn’t stop taking peeks at her as the movie goes on. It’s probably a good thing he doesn’t like this movie. She picks at the food she would normally be fighting him for, eating a pretzel here and there and nothing else, only long, slow drinks of water. The hair on the back of his neck pricks up at it, his instincts once again kicking in.

Maybe instead of instincts, he thinks he might just be paranoid. Janis said that she hadn’t had much of an appetite recently. It’s just a side effect of the medicine. Nothing to be worried about, surely, especially with the way her eyes are wide and her grin is excited and bright, the way she jumps at scares she’s seen ten times over and ‘ooh’s at Freddy coming down the hall. She even calls him a ‘magnificent bastard’. Why should he focus on what she’s eating when she’s still her and is in good spirits? With that in mind, he turns his attention to the movie, properly this time, accompanied by Janis’ rantings and commentary.

When he does lose focus on Freddy Kruger again, it’s nothing to do with Janis or ‘instincts’, but rather nature calling, courtesy of a half-empty lemonade bottle on the floor. He stretches his stiff legs and turns to let her know, probably having to tap her to pull her out of the movie… only to find her curled in on herself, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. Her hand rests limply on Maxie and her chest rises and falls slowly. How long has she been like that, he wonders.

“Janis?” he whispers. Nothing. “Janis.” She doesn’t move, doesn’t even flinch. That’s her for the night.

She looks younger in sleep, especially without make-up. And a lot less tough. It’s easier to see her as the little girl he met crying in a bathroom all those years ago. But she was tough even then, and she’s even stronger now. He rises slowly, careful not to wake her. Maxie is still awake, but antsy at sitting down for too long.

“Come here, kid,” he says quietly to him. He lifts Janis’ hand a little and coaxes him off her, patting his knees until he reluctantly climbs down. He settles beside her instead, sitting beside the couch like a little guard dog. “Good boy.” Next he takes the blanket from the heater and throws it over her, making sure to tuck it over her shoulders. That’s what moves her, and for a second he panics, but she only murmurs something and burrows into it. His heart swells in that moment, and he presses a swift kiss to her head.

“Good night, kid,” he whispers, even if it’s still light outside.

He doesn’t go home after that. He sticks around all night, despite Janis’ mother asking if he wants to go home. Neither one of her parents are surprised she fell asleep, telling him she’s tired a lot in the hospital. Her dad heaves a sigh before telling him that’s how they know it’s working. Damian nods, unsure of what else to say, and heads back to the living room. The idea of leaving her alone in there unsettles him for whatever reason.

He slides Cabaret into the DVD player, the volume at 2 and the subtitles on. At least if Janis does wake up, it’ll be to something she likes. For now he bounces between watching the movie and watching her until he gives up entirely. He changes spreads himself on the couch next to him, the light from his phone the only light on in the room. As he does start to doze off, a mere four hours after Janis, he starts thinking about what her dad said. If this is how they know everything’s working, then he can take it. Because it means she’ll be okay at the end.

#mean girls fanfic #mean girls broadway #mean girls the musical #damian hubbard #janis sarkisian #cadnis #cadnis ff #mean girls ff #despite that cadnis is barely in this chapter ....#fic: heart of stone #look its a damian pov!

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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 5 years ago

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Loves me loves me not pt1

(yandere Narancia x female reader)

You woke up in the middle of the street, late at night.

"What the fuck happened?" You asked yourself. You felt your hands and legs cramp up, like a serious case of pins and needles. You looked at your hands and to your horror that metaphoric saying was literal. You had sewing needles covering them and small strands of string loosely hanging on your body. You let out a loud scream and they sunk into your skin, you looked at your chest to see a freshly stitched wound visible through your binder. You tightly gripped the old home made pendent that your childhood friend Narancia had made you.

'How did my life get to this, living on the street' you thought.

You started to backtrack through yesterday.

You had woken up to find £100 in your sleeping bag, brought some breakfast and went to the second hand store to buy some boys clothes. You then decided to buy a block of chocolate before heading to the prison and talking to a whale of a man who called himself Polpo. You told him that your name was Pasito (Pa•She•Tou) Roma and told him about your four years of homelessness and how you wanted to join Passioné. He gave you a rather... Strange task. In order to join you had to keep a lighter on for twenty four hours and return to him then and he would let you join.

You had managed to hid the lighter in your sleeve and had managed to get out before the fire got to out of hand, however the flame went out after

Three hours but how would he know if the lighter had gone out so you relight it. After that you blacked out and you woke up here.

You looked at your watch 11:54pm, you had been out for nine hours. You felt that strange feeling again and there those needles were again.

Suddenly it finally came to you. When you had relight the lighter an arrow had appeared in front of you and stabbed it's self inside of you.

'what fucking kind of joke was this!' you restrained yourself from screaming.

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You eventually returned to Polpo and gave him the lighter back, which he rewarded you with the Passioné badge before sending you off with an address and a name, Bruno Buccellati.

'hope he gets a bullet to the head' you thought as you left.

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After an hour of searching you had finally found the address, a small restaurant. That was closed. You knocked on the door and waited about ten seconds before it opened up. A tall black haired male stood in front of you, looking straight into you with an intimidating glare.

"Umm... Hello sir... I was wondering if... A Bruno Buccellati was here" you stuttered. Instantly his intimidating glare disappeared and a kind look replaced it.

"Yes, that would be me" he replied.

"Well, Polpo told me to come here, I just joined Passioné" you stated.

"You must be Pasito then, welcome. Come in I'll introduce you to the others" he said as he moved out of the way and lead you into a room with four other people, who were all preoccupied. A man with long white hair, wearing a full black outfit and dark make up on his face sipping tea next to another male wearing the weirdest outfit you had seen. A blue and white beanie, matching midriff jumper and a pair of tiger patterned pants eating pizza.

On another table were the other two. Another white haired male whose red suit looked like it had been thrown into a lion inclosure. And a familiar looking black haired male.

"Everyone! Can I have your attention" Bruno yelled and everyone turned to face you.

"This is Pasito Roma, he passed Polpo's test and has been assigned to work with us" he said as he gestured to you. You couldn't help but feel sweat dripping down your forehead. The easy part was fooling Polpo, however now this was the hard part, having to keep up with this persona that was established.

"I hope you all treat him kindly, he's had it rough for the past few years"

The gang welcomed you before Bruno sat you down next to the black and white haired boys before sitting next to the other white haired male who had poured him some tea.

"Welcome to the gang Pasito!" The black haired male said as he gave you the brightest smile possible as he held out his hand.

"Names Narancia Ghriga" he said. You went into complete shock. After all these years. Many had told you that he died from his eye infection but no, he was right here in the flesh.

You were just so overwhelmed, you wanted to let him know it was you but then you would have blown your cover, maybe it was best that you didn't say anything besides would he have forgiven you for abandoning him...

You took his hand and shook it.

"Nice to meet you Narancia" you said.

"And this crabby bastard next to me is Fugo" he said as he pointed the the younger male next to him.

"That's Pancotta Fugo" he said as he slapped him in the back of the head.

"Ah, What the fuck was that for!" Narancia whined.

"Your not paying attention to the problems I've given you" Fugo hissed.

"Yeah they're problems alright" Narancia rolled his eyes in discontent, Fugo sighed.

"Hey Pasito, maybe you could help the little runt out" he asked as he gave you a pencil.

"Ummm... I don't think I could help, my step father took me out of school in third grade" you lightly chuckled in embarrassment while scratching your neck.

"Great... Another idiot to teach..." He hissed with a voice full of venom.

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Throughout the day Narancia couldn't help but make comparisons between the new guy and his childhood crush, the soft (h/c) locks, the vibrant (E/C) eyes. His mind couldn't help but drift into memory lane.

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Down in the fields Narancia sat looked down at all of the various flowers that surround him, he couldn't help but think about the girl at daycare. Her hair, her eyes and her smile just made his heart beat rapidly.

He remembered a little thing that he had learnt not to long ago.

'If you have a crush on someone, pick a flower and pull it's petals off, with each petal you pull you say "loves me" then "loves me not" with the next petal until they're all gone and what ever the last petal is ... Would tell you if they like you back'

So he did

"Loves me...

Loves me not...

Loves me...

Loves me not...

Loves me...

Loves me not..."

"Loves me!" he exclaimed as he picked the last petal. He flinched as a hand rested on his shoulder.

"Whatcha doing sweetie" a comforting voice said. He turned the see his mother beside him.

"Um Mama... ah..." He stuttered as a blush grew on his face. He was absolutely embarrassed that his mother may have overheard him.

"Does my little boy have a crush?" she gushed as she started tickling him, causing him to burst out into laughter.

"O- ok mama ha ha, I do" he struggled to say as he tried to escape her grip.

"I bet she's the sweetest, most beautiful girl to exist" she said as she stopped her tickle attack and pulled him into a tight hug.

"But I'll always love you Narancia and I'll always be right here beside you" she said.

"I love you too Mama, to the moon and back" he said as he returned the hug. She picked him up.

"It's getting late now, we should head back now. I'm making margarita pizzas tonight"

"Aww yeah my favourite!" He cheered.

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"Hey Narancia, you've been giving the new guy lovey eyes all day, what's up man?" Mista said he pulled Narancia aside, he didn't answer and a small blush on his face appeared.

"Ooh, don't tell me your gay" Mista said as he sighed.

"No,no,no! I'm not! It's just that he reminds me of a girl I had a crush on long ago!" he argued back.

"Well now that you mention it... Pasito is a bit on the feminine side" Mista said as he raised an eyebrow.

"Just slap on a pair of tits and he could pass as a swimsuit model" he chuckled and Narancia's face became redder the a tomato.

"What? Are you imaging that?" Mista asked as he elbowed him

"No!" Narancia lied.

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"So Pasito, what's your stand?" Mista asked as he passed you a CocaCola

"Huh? What the hell are you talking about?" you asked as you are the last bite of your dinner.

"No one can successfully do Polpo's test, it's a trick he pulls to make sure every member has a stand" he responded.

"But what is a stand?"

"It's an ability made from someone's spiritual energy" Bruno explained.

"Well... I don't know mine" you said.

"Did anything weird happen after you were hit by the arrow?" Bruno asked.

"Well actually now that I think of it... When I woke up I had these sewing needles poking out of my skin... And they just retracted. Also a cut on my chest was sown up" you explained.

"Come on Pasito! Show us, show us your stand" Narancia begged.

"Ok... I'll try..." You sighed as you closed your eyes and tried to summon it. You began to feel that strange sensation again and you opened your eyes and looked at your hands to see the needles and thread again.

"Woah... That's kinda disturbing..." Mista mumbled.

"What does it do?" Fugo asked.

"I don't really know... I guess I've gotta find out" you said.

"From what you've said it might be able to sew things together but ultimately it's up to you to find out what it can do" Bruno said.

"Our limo is here now let's get going"

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"Hey (y/n), why isn't your Mom here yet" the black haired boy asked.

"Mom must have drunk to much wine again" the (h/C) girl sighed.

"Hey, maybe you could stay over at my house tonight! I'm sure my mom wouldn't mind" he suggested.

"Really! That would be great" she said as she pulled him into a tight hug.

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Once you had entered the large building that would be your new home, you had instantly copped yourself up in the bedroom that had become yours. You had sorted out your bed and put away your clothes before laying down.

'I can't believe that Narancia's here, in the Mafia of all places' you thought. It was a hard pill to swallow and you felt that this was your fault. If only you had beaten some sense into that old bitch, your step-grandmother. Maybe he wouldn't of had gone through whatever hell he had experienced.

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"I'm so sorry" you cried as you clenched the bars that seperated you from Narancia. He just stayed silent with a look of guilt on his face.

"It's not your fault, you don't have anything to apologize for" he said.

"I've tried to tell the old coot that you weren't the one who beat her but she just won't listen" you continued.

"I don't care about that, I'm glad that your trying to help but this is my fault... I should have never trusted those guys" he gave you a small smile as he held your hand.

"I'll just deal with whatever I get, as long as your here with me I'm happy" he continued. You sighed as fresh tears began to form.

"I'm afraid that isn't possible" you said as you turned to see your step father walking through the hall towards you.

"I can't see you anymore... My step father... He wants me to disassociate with you" you murmured.

"Your parents are are absolute shit heads! Don't listen to them!" Narancia yelled.

"I don't have that choice" you sighed as your step father grabbed you forcibly.

"I promise I'll wear the necklace you made me in first grade, everyday!" You vowed.

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A knock on the door tore you away from your thoughts. You opened it to see Narancia, he was just giving you a blank stare.

"Hey Narancia, what's up?" You asked before he closed the door behind him and shoved you into the wall.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked.

"What are you talking about?" You responded.

"Tell me who you are, why do you look like..." His eyes trailed down to your neck, he grabbed the chain around your neck to reveal the pendant that he had made all those years ago.

"Is that really you (Y/n)?" He murmured as tear formed in his eyes.

#yandere x reader #yandere jjba #yandere #Narancia #spacy works

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danganronpa-tng · 4 years ago

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Chapter 3 - The Trial of Vanessa Yumeno and London Akamatsu

“Vanessa was found lying in bed in her own room, as that seems to be where she was killed. She had many cut wounds all over her body, sizes varying.

Cause of death was suffocation. Suffocation was caused by one slit along the neck, which it seemed was the first and fatal wound. The last was a stab to the gut. There were no signs of a struggle and no other wounds were recorded.

The victim was killed at approximately 9:15PM. She was discovered at approximately 9AM the next day.”

“London was found collapsed against the wall beside the door of Vanessa’s room, which appears to be where she died. She had a bullet wound through the head.

Cause of death was gunshot to the head. She was killed instantly. Other than the bullet wound, no other wounds were recorded.

She was killed at approximately 9:20PM. She was discovered at approximately 9AM the next day.

As Hayden, Aeja and Kamron found them and set off the body discovery announcement, they are not suspects.”

~ ~ ~

“Hm... I find it odd that they were both killed with different weapons. And with a five minute interval.”

“Ah, that’s true Aeja... Any ideas?”

“Not really. They were obviously killed during the masquerade though, that’s a given. I’m assuming we didn’t hear the gun fire over the music. Where are the weapons, anyway?”

~ ~ ~

“Hey, Yaretzi...”

Hayden goes to pat Yaretzi’s back. The flinches and pulls away.

“Stop-! Oh, apologies.”

“Woah, hey. It’s ok, but... are you ok? I didn’t mean to scare ya.”

“No, it is not that... I have haphephobia. Fear of being touched.”

“Oh! S-sorry...”

“You’re not at fault, you weren’t to know. Anyways, did you come to ask me something?”

“Uhm, yeah, kinda. I just wanted to check if you were alright. I know how close you and Vanessa were...”

“Mm... Yes, we were extremely close. Some would say... ah, nevermind. I am determined to expose her killer though. I refuse to let her have no vengeance. ‘I will execute great vengeance on them with wrathful rebukes. They will know that I am the Lord, when I may my vengeance upon them.’ Ezekiel, 25:17.”

~ ~ ~

“Hey, Hayden?”

“Yeah, Katelyn?”

“I just took a walk down to the weaponry room to check, and I found two weapons bloodied; a blade, and... well, Oliver’s gun.”

“Oh... thanks, Katelyn. Now we know where the weapons went.”

“Anything I can do to help the investigation.”

~ ~ ~

“Everything alright, Kassidy?”

“I mean, I guess... I feel like I’ve been way too involved in the last few murders, though. I found Tadashi, and I organised the event that led to their deaths...”

“Hey, hey! You’re not to blame here. You wouldn’t have known this would happen. And if you’re worried about people blaming you, you have an alibi. You were up playing music the whole time, so everyone saw you.”

“Right... right. Thank you, Hayden.”

“No problem. I’m here if you need me.”

~ ~ ~

“H-hey, Hayden...”

“Yeah, Mat?”

“I-I don’t know if it’s relevant, but last night I saw Estrella running out of the masquerade really quickly... p-probably not important, though.”

“Actually, I remember that! She bumped into me on her way out, right after Yaretzi and Vanessa left... thanks, Matio! I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Y-you’re welcome..!”

~ ~ ~

The Trial

~ ~ ~

“Well, basically everyone was with someone last night! Who was on their own at some point?”

“Hm... Well, London herself stayed pretty separate from the group through the night. Estrella ran off on her own for about ten minutes, and Yaretzi dropped Vanessa back to her room, meaning Yaretzi was the last to see her alive, besides the killer. Yaretzi, did you see anything?”

“A-ah, no... I just talked to her and left after she walked into her room. I wish I had stayed longer, though. Maybe I could have changed her fate.”

~ ~ ~

“Hey, hey, can I say something?”

“Oh, sure Sara. Go ahead.”

“Ok, so while I was helping make everyone’s outfits for the party, while I was in the closet- the walk in closet, not the metaphorical one, I’m very obviously gay- I noticed that there was multiple of each outfit, in separate sizes, with masks...and wigs, for some odd reason. Like, wigs of our hairstyles. So what if... Hear me out, the killer was disguised when they did it?”

~ ~ ~

“...Hey, Estrella?”

“Hmm? What’s up, robo-dick?”

“That’s robopho- ah, why do I even bother. Anyways, a few questions, if you will.”

“Shoot. Not literally. If you have lasers, please do not shoot.”

“I... Ok. So, your father runs DICE, an evil organisation, correct?”

“Yep!”

“And your logo is a dice, correct?”

“Mhm!”

“Well, I found a dice drawn in blood beside London’s corpse. Whether it was by her or by the killer, I’m not sure. But... It sorta points to you.”

“...ah.”

~ ~ ~

“You guys can’t seriously believe that. Are you that stupid?! It’s a stupid picture drawn in blood. Easy to use to frame me with!”

“Well, do you have an airtight alibi for the entire evening?”

“Why yes I do! I was with Aeja all evening, as she can confirm.”

“Yeah, she was with me-”

“Hold up! Remember what Sara said? What with the wigs and everything, and Estrella’s mask actually covering her whole face, she could have been disguised as someone else, and you could have been with someone else.”

‘‘I- what..?”

“What?! That’s fucking absurd! You’re really grasping at straws here, aren’t you Karma?! Is this because your crush got stolen, huh?! Well cry me a river and name it by the dead, but don't start accusing me because you’re a bit pissy!”

“Why you-!”

“A-actually...”

“Huh? Yaretzi?”

“I... well, I didn’t want to say anything, but last night, Estrella... did something to me.”

“What?”

“What?!”

“W h a t .”

~ ~ ~

“When I left Vanessa, I ran into Estrella on the way back. I hadn’t intended to say anything, but suddenly she threw a punch at me, knocking me over. She said... She told me to swap places with her. We both had full face masks and are similar height so it would technically work. She told me to take her place for the rest of the night or... she’d kill me. She said she’s hurt me if I told anyone, too...”

All eyes turn to Estrella. Estrella’s eyes are wide with shock, like she’s trying to put something together.

“...You can’t be serious. You seriously expect everyone to believe such an obvious lie?! News flash, little miss Holy; I can sense when someone is lying to me and that was practically painful!”

She looks around.

“You guys can’t be taking her seriously, right?! I know I’m a liar, but I wouldn’t go to those lengths!”

“I don’t see why you wouldn’t!”

“Oh really, Yaretzi?! And why’s that?!”

“I went in for my call after you, and I heard a bit of what you said.”

‘Eavesdropper-”

“You said, and I quote, “I’m going to get out of here, no matter what”. You might not have acted on that motive, but when me and Vanessa went to leave, you saw your chance. It sounds far fetched, but it all adds up!”

“No the fuck it doesn’t! Oh my god, you- wait. Wait, holy crap. You did it. YOU killed them!”

“What?”

“You killed Vanessa when she was vulnerable, then when London spotted you, you killed her too and decided to frame me! It’s so obvious!”

“No, that’s ridiculous. That wouldn’t require a swap, would it?”

“Who said we fucking swapped, you lunatic-?!”

“Actually!”

“...Sara? Sara, please.”

“Sorry Es, but I checked the dressing room again during the investigation. The wigs and outfits of you and Yaretzi were strewn out, not put away neatly like the others. They’d obviously been used.”

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“I... You all seriously think I killed them? Really? I mean, I know I’m a bit of a bicth, and I lie a lot, but... murder? I’d never! Part of being a member of DICE is never committing murder! Even if it wasn’t, I... I wouldn’t have the heart to go through with it. C’mon, someone has to believe me! Kassidy, Aspen, Sara, Hayden?!”

“...”

“Even... Aeja? Please, please don’t tell me you think I killed them. I- we almost kissed last night, you have to trust me, right?!”

“...Estrella, I-I’m sorry.”

“...this can’t be happening, right? I’m asleep, I’m hallucinating, I’m dead, or- or SOMETHING! You can’t really... really think that I...”

Suddenly, Estrella cut herself off with a sob. Weld never even seen her genuinely tear up before, let alone sob. There was a small part of me that said it was real, that she was innocent... but there was so much evidence against her.

~ ~ ~

“Well, Hayden, Estrella doesn’t want to admit it, it seems. Can you sum this up for us?”

“O-Ok, Katelyn...”

“Hayden, please! You have to understand, this wasn’t me!”

“...”

This starts during the masquerade. At one point during the night, Yaretzi leaves with Vanessa to bring her back to her room. The killer notices this, and dashes away from their partner in what looked like their usual playful shenanigans, to follow Yaretzi in. When Yaretzi bid Vanessa goodnight and went to leave, the killer threw a punch, knocking Yaretzi off her feet. She used this moment of vulnerability to threaten Yaretzi into swapping places with them. They both had full masks that covered their whole face, and nobody would notice their slight height difference and slightly different voices when there was so much more going on in the area. Scared for her safety, Yaretzi agrees, dressing up as the killer while the killer donned their persona. With that, the killer sent Yaretzi back to the main hall, telling her not to say a word about this to anyone.

With this, our killer makes their way to the weaponry room, taking a blade and a gun, unsure which they’d use for the murder. From theirs they made their way to Vanessa’s room, which was unlocked due to the motive. Vanessa was already asleep, so to risk making too much noise, they chose to use the blade. To ensure the deed was done, they slit her throat for a quick death. Despite Vanessa being already dead, the killer kept slicing at them, over and over until they were satisfied. They pulled off the wig as it was most likely irritating them, and tucked their weapon away.

However, just as they put away their blade London walked by, seeing the scene in front of her. Panicking, the killer grabbed the gun since it was handier and shot her in the head. The noise of the gunshot was drowned out by the music blaring from the party. Just before London died though, without the killer noticing, they drew a dice in the wall to show who the killer was. To be safe, the killer out back on the wig as they fled the scene, chucking the weapons back where they were at the start of the night. They also pulled Yaretzi aside at some point to swap back, still threatening her to keep that to herself. With their goal accomplished, they returned to finish the rest of the night, their switch going completely unnoticed.

Isn’t that right...

Estrella Ouma, the Ultimate Leader’s Heir?!

“NO!”

~ ~ ~

“Guys... please don’t do this to me. My whole talent is about waiting and training to take over my Pops’ organisation. I haven’t done that yet, and if I don’t do that, then why was I even born?! I’m useless if I don’t keep going! All I’ll have been is an inconvenience! I can’t die, not yet! Please, please!”

“...well, if that’s done, I think it’s voting time! Everyone, please make a selection on the pad in front of you.”

“No... please... I didn't do it...”

Click.

Click. Click.

Click click click click click click click click click.

All of us put through our votes. 10 for Estrella, one for Yaretzi, one for Aeja. I had a feeling Aeja had voted for herself.

“NO! No, no, no, please no! This can’t be happening! I can’t fail Dad and Pops! I can’t die here and disappoint them!”

“You should have thought of that before you killed them, Ouma.”

“DON’T CALL ME OUMA!”

...

“Ouma is what people call my Pops. I hardly deserve to be an Ouma if I’m gonna die in some stupid game...”

She was still shaking, still in tears. She looked around at us all. I had my doubts about a lot of things, but it was too late now. Estrella had been voted guilty.

“Please... anyone... I really didn’t do this... If you kill me, you’ll be making the wrong choice!”

“...Monokuma, stop this. Do not execute Estrella, don’t-!”

“Uh uh uh! Sorry, copycat, but the votes are final! Now, if you’re done...”

“Aeja... thank you. You... you believe me, right?”

“...yeah. I do. I don’t think you killed them.”

‘Aeja-?”

“No, I don’t think Estrella killed anyone! I trust her, and you all should have trusted her too.”

“...you always were the smartest. If you ever escape, my dad would love to have someone like you at the detective agency. Even just stop by for me, ok? Tell them I love them. Tell them I’m innocent, tell them- tell them I said goodbye.”

‘E-Estrella...”

“I have a very special punishment prepared for Estrella Ouma, the Ultimate Leader’s Heir! If she even is that anymore, puhuhuhuhu!”

“A-and Aeja...”

“...*sniff*”

Aeja was crying too. Holy crap. I’d never even seen her shed a single tear.

“Thank you. For believing me when nobody else would.”

“IIIIIIIIIIT’S PUNISHMENT TIME!!!”

~ ~ ~

Estrella Ouma has been found guilty.

Time for the punishment..!

#Danganronpa TNG #TNG Spoilers #Trial #Estrella Ouma

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