Synopsis: Isha and B.B meet to try their hands at some fighting practice, but the heat of the battle gets a bit too intense and a more serious side of the usually cute-chaotic duo slip out.
TW; guns mentioned, slight breakdown
"And, uh, we sure about this?" Beau cleared his throat, trying to sound the least bit sure of himself as he loaded his gun with ammunition. It wasn’t that he thought Isha couldn’t handle it! He just… wasn’t sure about shooting his girlfriend with a gun. Or even, really, shooting anyone at all.
He hadn’t shot a gun at someone before— and he didn’t think he ever wanted to. What if he made a mistake? What if his bb bullets did more damage than he thought? What if he killed someone? The blood would be on his hands and he’d never be able to clean that of—
He took a breath. In for four, hold for four, out for four, hold for four. It was just a little sparring… no harm done… right? "W—We sure about guns! Obviously— Power! Uh, we sure not, like, hand-to-hand or… staff…?" He tried (and failed) to sound any bit sure of himself here.
Isha noticed the hesitation in B.B's face, and she just shook her head, giving him a wide smile to reassure him before loading some bb bullets into her own little gun. To make sure he felt a little bit better, she closed the zipper on her jacket, to make sure she was a little more covered.
She aimed the gun at herself and pulled the trigger, letting out a small "oof". Bbs were still somewhat dangerous, but the layers of clothing made sure she wouldn't be too hurt. Besides, Isha was a tough cookie, so she just shrugged it off as the bullet dropped to the ground after her little demonstration that she'd be fine.
"I don’t think—" Beau tried to call out to stop her, but flinched back once the trigger was pulled and Isha had officially shot herself… It was always something with her, wasn’t it? He couldn’t say he was surprised… nor that this was the worst thing Isha had done.
Before his thoughts could cloud his inner judgment like they usually did, he pulled his mask on and over his face for safety precautions. He had already checked his own gloves and clothing to ensure that they’d work fine— In fact, he’d checked them quite a few times by now. Something in his head screamed for him to check again, though he didn’t want to hold the two of them up.
"EnGuard?" His voice was muffled under his mask a bit, taking a tended and crouched fighting stance and waiting for Isha to confirm once she was ready. In for 4, hold for 4, out for 4, hold for 4 again…
She nodded, sliding back the owl mask she had borrowed from Ekko- She should really make her own some day, but this would do for now. Isha turned her head to the left, popping her neck a a bit, before doing the same but to the right. She then hopped up and down a bit to loosen up, before staring Beau down.
Isha was clearly a lot less worried than he was, as seemed to be the usual dynamic between the two of them. Her posture wasn't as cautious as his when she just firmly planted her feet on the ground and stood there, pointing her gun straight at him before confidently pulling the trigger. She was smiling brightly, giddy with excitement- If only BB could see her face under the mask, it would probably only distract him further.
Oh, fuck— The sound of the being shot was heard and B.B crouched down to attempt to dodge. He turned to look at where the bullet had instead hit, but soon turned his head back to the main target here. Isha.
B.B raised his gun, aiming it to the girl and focusing his eyes on her. Not like it was hard, but you got the idea. His posture was tense, thoughts a mess— The gun is real and if he shoots now, she’s dead.
Fuck. He pushed himself onto his feet, dashing to his side to hopefully throw her any bit off guard at least. Maybe, just MAYBE he could throw her aim off by at least a little bit.
Isha slumped her shoulders in slight disappointment when she noticed Beau's obvious hesitation, but just shook her head and aimed again, taking another second to properly adjust her position before shooting towards his chest.
She was on an entirely different side of the spectrum compared to her boyfriend— She was confident, maybe too much so. She knew her shots wouldn't hurt… Most likely. And if she made a mistake, she'd just figure it out on the fly. She always does… Probably.
The light bang of the gun firing broke B.B from his thoughts. Stay on guard. He dropped to the ground, avoiding one shot but being open and off guard for a potential next shot.
He panted behind his mask, staring at the girl in a stunned manner. Wow… holy fuck she was awesome. Janna, what he wouldn’t give to be like that. That was his girlfriend, fuckers!!!
He stayed down, completely entranced by the masked girl. His own bb gun firmly in his hand, finger on the trigger, ready to take a shot but. Could he? Did he really have the guts to do this? Did he really have the balls to be a killer?
Isha took the open window of opportunity and shot at him again with no hesitation, aiming to shake up his gun to throw off any attempts at aiming.
She laughed and lowered down her gun, before running over to Beau. She could tell he had been hesitating, that he couldn't possibly make a move… So she did it for him.
The girl squatted down in front of him, grabbing his hand and moving it up towards her chest. She pressed her body into it, nudging at him to just pull the trigger.
He braced himself for impact, prepared for the consequence of hesitating in battle… but it never came. Instead of the sound of a gunshot, the cheerful sound of a laugh was heard in its place. Not that Beau was complaining. Not at all.
He didn’t have enough time to react before his gun was aimed towards Isha’s chest. She’ll die. He sucked in an inhale. She’s going to DIE. He pushed himself onto his elbow, his other hand still holding the gun to Isha’s chest. You’re a fucking murderer. He pulls the trigger. The gun fully preloaded with bullets.
He uses his hand to push himself onto his knees, wrapping his arms around Isha’s back and dropping the gun— he didn’t care where it fell. He just needed the thoughts to shut the fuck up. GERMS. THE GERMS— THIS ISN’T RIGHT. You KILLED her. Killed HER. The GERMS. Just needed to know that Isha wasn’t going to die. Not like Eve did.
Isha lost her breath for a moment after receiving the gunshot. It was effectively harmless, but a bullet's a bullet, and it knocked the wind out of her for a moment.
When Isha regained her focus, she just felt Beau's arms wrapping around her. Her eyes widened and she just stared off into the distance. Although she didn't hesitate for even a second longer before dropping her gun and hugging him as tightly as she could, tapping his back with her index fingers in a certain pattern.
".. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.--"
Dead. What if she DIED? His body shaking slightly, trying to focus on the warmth of her body instead. Bleeding. She’s bleeding. YOU made her bleed. He didn’t mean to. She insisted that he shot her! Your fault. YOUR FAULT. He didn’t mean to. He DIDN’T mean to!
The feeling of Isha hugging him back managed to silence some of the thoughts. Germs. Contact. SPREADING. She’s safe. She was safe. Beau exhaled, tears in his eyes making their presence known by trickling down his cheeks. DIRTY. GERMS. She’s DIRTY.
He could feel the consequence of germs on his skin, plaguing his body and mind by causing him to ruminate uncomfortably. "I— I thought…" He hugged tighter, shoving his mask off his face and discarding that just like his gun. The tapping was precise, meaning something that B.B feared he didn’t understand. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. Not right. NOT RIGHT. DIRTY. Must get clean— Tap back 3 times, must be clean. MUST. BE. CLEAN. He just needed her to be okay. Just needed to know that she wasn’t leaving.
Isha pulled back a little, removing her mask and tossing her aside. She stared at Beau for a moment, before reaching down for his hand, gently pulling out his glove.
She guided his hand towards her cheek, leaning into it slightly as her own hand raised to gently smack him in the face, hoping to snap him out of it.
No— Keep the gloves. We need them. Push her away. THE GERMS. Despite every part of him dying inside, lashing around and screaming for Beau to do something— anything but let her take the gloves off. He didn’t. He let her guide his bare hand to her cheek and the trickle of tears only began to pour from the emotional turmoil ringing through his head—.
Well… ouch. He didn’t really know what to say to that, just stared at her stunned. Well, he supposed an eye for an eye… right? He shot her, she slapped him. Seemed fair enough… probably.
Slowly, he raises his other hand, taking his hand off Isha’s cheek momentarily to pull the glove off that one. He moves that hand back to her face moments after. Pinkie up, all other fingers down. He resets his hand and uses his pointer finger and thumb to make an L sign. He resets his hand again, holding his thumb and pinkie out with the three fingers in the middle down. Once more, he resets his hand, making the “rock and roll” gesture with his thumb out.
She needed to know this, even if his actions were slow and far from perfect, she needed to know how much of a mess his head was but one thing stayed the same. One thing would ALWAYS stay the same.
Isha stared at his hands as he made the gestures, tearing up a little herself. She tried not to sniffle, it would probably gross him out- So she turned her head away for a bit to wipe her tears on her sleeve.
She repeated his motions with her left hand, finishing by raising her index, pinky and thumb, before resetting her hand and raising only her index finger up, moving her elbow to make a circling motion.
With that, she raised her index and middle fingers up to her mouth, kissing them before gently tapping his cheek with the same fingers. She wanted to kiss him right now, but taking his gloves off was probably enough disregard for precautions for him… Maybe she should've given him a warning.
He followed the signals, mentally noting each sign she made. Was it possible to feel like you had met your one true love? He was only 15, after all. Yet, he couldn’t imagine feeling this way towards anyone else. Having even half of these moments of affection with anyone else.
Pull away. The thought caused him to grimace. Never could he have a moment of peace from these, could he? Hold for 4, in for 4, hold for 4, out for 4… This was okay. He didn’t need to give into the thoughts. He was content with how things were now.
He moved his own hand, the one that had been finger spelling and signing, and looked at it. He wanted to do the same, wanted to reciprocate the gesture. Not right. Has to feel right— IT MUST FEEL RIGHT. Fucking hell… fine. Before he could even stop to consider how many germs would spread from this, he leaned in, puckering his lips and giving her a quick peck on the lips. Just as inexperienced as the one the first one they had shared all those years ago under the Firelight tree.
Full of surprises, wasn't he? Isha could tell he was panicking, that he didn't know what he was doing… Well, not like she knew any better, but that wasn't her focus.
She smiled and shook her head dismissively after seeing his reaction to his own advance… It made her heart flutter, she couldn't quite believe how lucky she was to have him in her life.
So, to seal the deal, she just grabbed both of his cheeks and leaned forward for a kiss. She cupped his face in her hands, holding him in place so he couldn't hesitate any longer.
"Mm—" He made a sound of confusion, yet he never pulled away. Didn’t even try. Instead, he allows for the girl to reciprocate his previous gesture, and initiate a kiss too.
‘Power. Just yell the word and power surges through your veins, making you strong, giving you courage, giving you strength.’ This was a lesson he held closely, one that he was reminded of each day, each moment of weakness, each time he needed that power boost.
He didn’t need that power, not now. They were safe. They were okay. Not dead, not bleeding, not injured… not weak. Beau relaxed, his cheeks were but no longer crying. This was okay. Everything was okay. They were going to be okay.
She held him in place for a little longer before pulling away, giggling before leaning back in to place small kisses to his cheeks.
Isha was overjoyed. They didn't do this kind of thing too often, but it was nice… Especially since it looked like it was helping him. She wiped the remaining tears away from his cheeks. Her lipstick had already smeared his face anyway, so it's not like that would matter too much.
With a little sigh, she got back up on her feet and helped Beau stand up as well. Maybe things would be fine now.. Maybe she'd be better off just getting him a water gun so it would feel less real.
due to some things, Shugosha will no longer be canon in our story as the role player is no longer a part of the group. I repeat Shugosha is NO longer Canon and is not a part of the story
She's grown out of her old clothes, so she got passed down some old stuff from Jinx and Vi! And she FINALLY got real tattoos this time!! (Tattoos were designed by @jinx-askme, everyone thank her for the wonderful design!!)
Hello everybody!! Have this design I've created for the ever so precious @jinx-askme! I asked for her and all our other friends here to help pitch in with ideas, and it's safe to say I'm quite happy with the design!
(No doodles version + References explained under the cut)
I drew all the linework by hand, then painted it digitally!
copying everything they do because they are the coolest person ever, having them pick you up early from school to get ice cream, your older sibbie swiping frosting on your cheek when it's your birthday, them teaching you how to play all of their favorite games (and they let you win just to see you get excited), talking walks in the woods and playing pretend in the trees, knowing that you'll never be alone because your older sibbie is your forever best friend !!! <3
SPROUT. LIKE. FLOWER??? FLOWERIDE??? SPROUT??? BECAUSE OF THE????? YEAH???? SPROUT????
(GET IT? GET IT??? YEAH???? 🥺😁😊)
TELL MISS YVETTE I SAY HI PLEASE!!!!!!! ❤️❤️🙏💥💥💪💪💪
I’M DOING OKAY!!!!!! I’ve decided to check in with some adults because everyone’s acting weird again!!!!!!! You’re not, though!!! I knew I could trust you to be honest and open.😎😎😎🥹🥹💪💪💥💥💥
[ @unregistermadnessofzaun — You're telling me that they have't play fought before? Wrong. Flouride lets Bb tackle him. ]
Does B.B have any idea that Flouride is doing this on purpose? … I guess we’ll never know.
The first time feels far too good to be true — sometimes B.B will see Flouride in public wandering about or sometimes he’ll follow a customer into the shop and "randomly" appear out of nowhere. It gets him giddy and giggly to just catch him off guard.
OH BUT, actually TACKLING him? It’s fun. Very fun.
It takes him a while of “catching Flouride off guard” (but let’s be real, is he really ever unprepared?) to work up the courage to tackle him. Between B.B’s germaphobia and simple fear of possibly hurting the older man…. Well, it wouldn’t be very "grown up", now would it?
The first time he actually TACKLES Flouride is a bit of an accident. A bit.
For whatever reason — Beau couldn’t remember, but he had gone too far with messing around with the Chirean. Maybe Beau was practicing or showing off some new moves Scar/Ekko had taught him [Insert gif of Young Ekko showing Claggor his “moves” because I can’t fucking find it 🙄]
But whatever happens, Beau tackles him. His full body force is directed to Flouride’s torso, pushing him down onto the floor and pressing down on his chest as if that would "keep him down"… Yeah, right.
Either way, Beau looks proud of himself. As if he had actually been able to overpower an adult Chirean who’s probably not the same height, but at least closer to Scar’s height than Ekko was. He doesn’t seem to consider the fact that Flouride had given him the win and hugs him in the same way and place where he had forced Flouride into the floor.
This was something recently decided and made "canon" for our group RP, but I thought I’d confirm and share it here too.
Beau’s voice claim is Tom Holland.
Just. Tom Holland.
However, whenever I mention B.B speaking in a "forced deeper voice", imagine Hiccup from HTTYD mocking his dad. This is the voice he uses to sound "older" and more "mature"
I confuse people. i have a happy personality and a sad soul. i'm bold but shy. i love deeply but sometimes i feel heartless. i'm healing and hurting at the same time. i'm dedicated to growth, but i self sabotage
